Nine Dead

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Shit.

Hey, Sully.

Baby, I just needed to rest

my feet for,

like, one second.

So that's why you can't

work right now?

You get paid to dance,

not to sit on your ass drinking.

Now get to work!

You can be a real asshole

when you want to be.

Stupid bitch.

Lock up the joint

when you're done.

I'm going out.

Hey, dude!

Get the f*ck off of me!

Get your hands off!

And then they beat them by,

like, 65 points last year.

That wasn't even football game.

That was a basketball score.

You know,

he could have said USC.

He could have said

a lot of other things.

Now he's going to the Aztecs.

My friend.

If I'd only gotten sober

Our attention turns back

to a story

that we have been following

for the past several days.

The greater Los Angeles area

has been plagued with a rash

of kidnappings

with as many as 4 victims

disappearing in separate attacks

and all possibly by the same

masked individual.

Now, a source inside the LAPD

refuses to say

whether or not there is

a connection

between the kidnapped victims.

I'll take the check.

A detective with

the West Los Angeles division

has also fallen prey

to this masked criminal.

You want to get out

of the car?

Well, isn't that cute?

Sorry, guys.

Gotta go. Gotta go.

Got an audition in the morning.

Hey, I saw your commercial

the other day,

and you sucked, asshole.

Hey, it's Kelley.

No, I don't know any more

than the cops do.

Jackson got nabbed,

and they think it might

be linked to a priest

who got nabbed in the valley

on Thursday.

And then I got a report across

my desk this morning

about a kidnapping in Barstow,

and they like Jackson's guy

for that too.

I don't know.

I guess we got to pull over every

green Chevy Malibu in the state

and see if Jackson's locked

in the trunk.

Yeah, I know that's

not practical,

but we got to do something.

I mean, who knows who's next

on this guy's shit list?

No.

No, no.

You're dead.

Do you have any idea who I am,

you son of a bitch?

You're messing

with the wrong woman.

Do you hear me?

Much thanks.

Dear Lord.

You're never gonna

get away with this.

Let me out of here,

or you're dead.

I'm gonna bust out of here.

I'm gonna bust your head.

And I'll take that gun

and stick it up your ass.

I brought the 9 of you here

today for a reason.

And your survival depends on you

discovering what that reason is.

I'm gonna leave you alone

for your discussions,

but I'll return every

until you either figure it out

or until you're all dead.

If you do manage

to figure it out,

I'll free the survivors,

notify the police

of our location,

and make a full confession

to all the crimes

I will commit here today.

Wait; I don't get it.

I mean, I didn't do anything.

You have 10 minutes.

I don't know

who all of you are,

but somebody better

start talking,

'cause I am not

dying here today.

Dude out there's full of shit.

What makes you say that?

I just know.

No one does this deal for real.

Hail Mary, full of grace.

The Lord is--

the Lord is--

shit!

Dude, how does

the rest of it go?

One of you has to know

something.

What did you do?

Don't look at me, bitch.

There's 8 other guys

in this room.

Can anyone think of a reason

why they're here?

He's gonna kill us,

so there has to be something.

Well, I'll be the first

to admit

that I have

a pretty messed-up history,

but I don't know

who that guy is

or why I'm here.

And I'll be the last to admit shit.

To hell with that guy.

He's a punk,

and my money says

that he's a cop.

What?

You're insane.

The punk-ass pig

puts a bunch of criminals

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