Corbin Nash Page #4

---

Oh, hey your friend.

But that was your first fight.

And it's not going

to be your last.

Eat.

What if you don't fight?

You're dead.

What if you lose?

If you lose,

let's just say you don't have

to worry about the cage anymore.

Help!

I know what you're thinking.

You're asking

yourself why go on.

They killed

my little boy.

But they spared my wife,

and she's here somewhere.

You think she's still alive?

If she is...

she'll pray for death.

Shut your mouth.

We're just playthings to them.

To who? What are

you talking about?

She's lying.

I know her.

I can still hear their screams.

You've seen nothing.

You're just scared.

I don't understand.

What's it to you, man?

I'm a cop.

I've been trying

to find these people.

Have they found anybody?

No.

Good job, a**hole.

Useless f***ing pig!

What did you see?

Where are the others?

They're just using us.

Using us for what?

Food.

No.

I'm already dead.

No!

No!

The missing people

continues to grow

in the Los Angeles area,

LAPD detective Corbin Nash,

who was said to be working

the case is now reported...

You killed her.

I'm going to f***ing kill you.

You're early don't

you think, Frank?

I'm not here for

a f***ing dance

Corbin is gone.

Ring any bells?

Now I know why Corbin kept

coming to this shithole.

Three girls, six months,

all dancers right here.

Start f***ing talking.

Look, I can't help you, Frank,

okay. There is nothing I can do.

No, I don't got

time for bullshit.

I'll drag you down to

the station right now.

Frank, you need to

listen to me, okay?

Two guys.

One's a mean-looking

bastard all in black.

The other one is...

You know, I don't know what

the f*** it was but it did this.

Corbin mentioned

something about the occult.

I've seen the bodies, Darius.

I know you know who

I'm talking about.

Just tell me where to find them.

You don't find them.

They find you.

Happy anniversary.

Tell me,

how old am I again?

Thirty-two.

How old am I really?

You'd be seventy-three, darling.

Ah!

Like magic.

Tell me Vince,

all those women

that you killed before,

did you really just murder them?

Yes.

That's all they deserved.

And you didn't f*** any of them?

None of them.

Uh-huh.

I need to know that I'm special.

You are.

That's nice, dear.

Your first kill, it changed you.

It made me.

My mother was a whore.

What made me so special?

Because I just knew when

I looked into your eyes,

I was saved.

You're my angel.

They abandoned me.

They didn't deserve you.

My own parents, Vince.

I know, baby.

They killed me.

But you...

...you saved me.

And it changed me forever.

Forever.

Mm...

F***.

You look like my mother.

Ah!

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes