Let me in! I'm going to kill you, bitch!
I'm coming for you!
Come on!
Help him.
Crush that pretty face...
Seriously, none of us
could break down that door if we had all day.
Listen.
It stopped.
Maybe he left.
Help me with this!
That's not Mr. Jingles. Who the fuck is that psycho?
I've been telling you. That's the guy who's trying to kill me.
I got to get my keys.
Where is he? Do you hear him?
I found them. We just got to get to the car.
Whoa! We can't go outside.
And he's... sooner or later,
he's coming in here, he's gonna kill us.
There are four of us and one of him.
We can protect each other.
That's right. There are four of us.
And if we split up and make a run for it,
the best he can do is just get one.
Wow.
It's Darwin, man. Survival of the fittest.
- It's our only chance. - You're really just gonna commit
to this whole coward thing, aren't you?
We are not leaving anybody behind.
I'm not gonna die here, okay?
And...
and I know I can run faster than at least two of you.
So let's just say the three people lucky enough to make it
meet up at the parking lot.
Like he said, three lucky people. Come on.
Shit...
- Shit. - Move it, Darwin.
You got to get up, man.
We can't give up without a fight.
That's karma coming through that door.
There's nothing we can do to stop it.
I could really use one of those ludes right now.
Is he still there?
I don't see anything.
Oh, God! Oh!
Oh, God! Ah! Oh!
Shit.
It's a bag of shit!
Nice throw, bro.
Dude, that shit was awesome.
See how it lit on fire?
Jingle, jingle.
He got shit all over his shoes.
Happy Jingles Day, douchewads.
I've been collecting my shit for three weeks.
Totally worth it.
Who the hell are you?
We're Mr. Jingles. Duh.
You've been collecting your own shit?
Get any weird phone calls lately?
What the hell is wrong with you?
It's a tradition, man.
On the anniversary of the massacre.
Kids pull pranks in stores and restaurants
and screw with people.
Fucking townie assholes.
Oh...
Hey.
Way too late, wide load.
You totally missed it. They were so frickin' scared.
Pete, what the fuck, man?
He's not one of them.
That's the real Jingles.
Go. Go now.
Get to the parking lot. Go.
Dude. What's your damage, man?
No...
www.addic7ed.com
- We made it! - Don't say anything till we're back in L.A.
Not that it matters, but Nurse Rita's totally faster than you.
No way.
- Chet! Chet! - He knows where to meet us.
Come on.
Fuck...
Jesus, Larry.
A little privacy.
I can't piss right when I know you're watching me.
Now I'm all backed up.
You know I've got that twisted urethra thing.
Ooh.
I can't see shit without my glasses.
Look, I know you guys didn't have to take me.
I know my mom paid you.
But when I'm wearing this mask,
I am Jingles,
the most ruthless killer of all time.
Just let me be a badass for one night. Come on.
Let's motor.
Get me off this thing, man.
- Oh, God! Damn it. - That's not good.
Look, Chet, you probably don't want to hear this,
but your shoulder is being plugged up by that thing.
If we pull you off, you'll probably bleed out.
L-Like, to death?
Is that your official medical opinion?
It's not gonna matter if we don't find a way out of here.
The whole point is to keep us in.
It's a punji pit. Haven't you seen First Blood?
- What? - Yeah, the Viet Cong,
they used to dig these pits with spikes in them
and put them on the side of trails to catch G.I.s.
Jingles was a vet. He probably dug this up like the ones he saw in 'Nam.
Are you sure it was Jingles and not the other guy trying to kill us?
Jesus Christ. What the hell kind of camp is this?
Where is everyone?
They should be here by now.
I'm sure they're coming.
The boys' cabin is just further away.
No. It's been too long.
Hey, maybe we should just go and get help.
And leave everyone here to fend for themselves?
Your friends wouldn't bail on you like that.
I'm not bailing.
The highway's not far.
Maybe we could get the police to come down here.
You're right. Go.
I'll wait.
I'll tell the others you went for help.
Thank you.
I'll be back as soon...
Oh, honey. I wish you could see your face right now.
You're confused, aren't you?
Don't worry.
Nurse Rita's gonna make it all better.
Well, Ms. Chambers, you've certainly put in the work.
Dartmouth, Penn.
I have to say you look remarkably well-rested
for someone in the throes of doctoral research.
But I'm sorry to tell you that you've wasted your time coming here.
Benjamin Richter is a lost cause.
I doubt that.
_
He hasn't said a word in years.
I've tried every angle to get him to talk,
but he just stares back at you
with those black shark eyes.
Now, I know, in our profession,
we like to think there's always method behind madness...
a linear path from innocence, wounding,
to violence and sociopathy.
But all I've been shown by Benjamin Richter
is that some people are just evil.
My research has shown otherwise.
I recently spoke to Ted Bundy down in Florida
and pried confessions to two unsolved murders from him.
I wasn't aware of that.
The feds wanted to keep it on the down-low.
But I've talked to them all.
Gacy, William Bonin, aka the Freeway Killer,
Patrick Kearney, aka the Trash Bag Killer,
Robert Hansen, aka the Butcher Baker...
all their lips are sealed.
Until Donna Chambers arrives and opens them.
This case has been your life for over a decade.
Do you really want to go to your grave not knowing what makes that man tick?
Worst case, he clams up for me, too.
And I leave like a fool.
Be smart.
Now, if you're gonna be alone with him, he stays restrained.
This guy can regress to violent behavior at any time.
The reawakening of Mr. Jingles.
I just mean... to get a window into that side of him
would be valuable.
Academically.
And I appreciate the restraints.
Safety first.
Mr. Richter.
This is Donna Chambers.
She's doing research for a PhD.
She'd like to talk to you.
You're not gonna get anything out of this guy.
We'll be fine.
Won't we, Benjamin?
And I'm going to need a record
of everything you discussed.
- Regulations. - Of course.
I'll be right outside if you need me.
I spoke to Dr. Hopple.
She thinks that you're evil.
That you were born to kill.
Do you believe that?
'Cause I don't.
I don't believe in evil.
I believe that while the ability to do violence
exists in all people,
the need to hurt... to murder over and over...
needs to be activated by outside circumstances.
You were drafted into the Army,
trained to think nothing of human life.
Sent to the jungle to kill in the name of patriotism.
I know you don't like to talk, but...
answer me one question.
Did you ever
hurt anyone before that?
Did you ever kill anything?
I've been studying serial killers
for the past five years.
Since the mid-1970s there's been an uptick
in spree or serial killings.
Why?
Were there suddenly more evil men born?
Or...
did the increased availability of pornography
and the psychic echo of the war in Southeast Asia
damage the minds of otherwise good men?
High fructose corn syrup.
It's in everything now-a-days.
They say it's bad for you. Maybe...
uh, that has something to do with it, too.
So you can talk.
I've been here,
locked up, for 14 years.
When I told them I...
couldn't remember killing those kids,
they told me that I'd had a psychotic break,
that I was evil...
and that I was the worst kind of human being.
Irredeemable.
What if I told you I don't think that's true.
What if I told you that something twisted your brain
and gave you no choice?
So what you're saying is
maybe it isn't all my fault?
I'd like to help out. Can I help you?
Well, you can't do it from in here.
We got to get you out.
I need to study you in your natural habitat.
They're re-opening the camp.
_
Even sitting here,
looking at that face,
I want to stab her
over and over.
I can't go back there.
I know I would kill again.
Sometimes sacrifices need to be made in the name of science.
Feel my hands.
So soft.
That's my cold cream.
How many bunnies had to die to get the formula right?
If I could crack the code
of what makes you do what you do,
maybe we can begin mandatory classes in grade school.
What if you could have the honor
of being the world's last serial killer?
Redemption.
It's time to stop the violence.
But why?
Did someone hurt you?
I have my reasons.
But, most importantly...
I believe that no one is born evil, Benjamin.
No one is irredeemable.
I feel like I'm being seen for the first time in 14 years.
Tell me what I have to do.
All you have to do is be yourself.
Don't hold back.
Trust your instincts.
But first we got to get you out of here.
And in order to do that,
you need to do three things:
take care of that pesky guard,
hit the switch...
find the bag.
When you meet me back at the camp...
I'll have a new job
and a new name.
Can I help you?
Excuse me, sweetie?
You've been following me since I got on the 5.
Oh. I'm sorry.
I... I was headed up to Camp Redwood.
These were the directions I was given.
God.
I am so sorry.
It's just... you hear all these horror stories on the news
and they always start with a single woman
driving alone and that woman ends up in a garbage bag
by the side of the road.
Goodness, you have a dark imagination.
I'm headed to Camp Redwood, too.
I'm actually gonna be the nurse there.
Hey, would you do me a favor?
Can you keep an eye on my car while I head to the ladies'?
Maybe we can convoy up
- the rest of the way there. - Works for me.
We girls got to look out for each other.
Great.
If you ask me, all those murders
are because of the availability of pornography
and the objectification of women in our culture.
That's what that Ted Bundy said.
? What you think you're getting for free ?
? The woman is wild, a she-cat ?
? Tamed by the purr of a Jaguar ?
? Money's the matter ?
? If you're in it for love ?
? You ain't gonna get too far ?
? Oh, oh, here she comes ?
? Watch out, boy, she'll chew you up ?
? Oh, oh, here she comes ?
? She's a maneater ?
? Oh, oh, here she comes ?
? Watch out, boy, she'll chew you up. ?
My legs... What did you give me?
Horse tranquilizers. I think.
I mean, I'm not a nurse.
My degree's in psychology.
Chet, are you with me? Chet.
Chet.
Look, you just passed out from the pain, man.
You'll be okay.
Goddamn it. I didn't even want to come here!
I only left L.A. 'cause I'm in trouble.
You awake?
Look...
I haven't told anyone about this, but I need to.
I was in Omega Xi.
And our hell week was always bad, but...
but my junior year, it really got out of hand.
Brian, oh, there it is. Thank you.
_
Omega Xi, do or die!
Omega Xi...
Take it down, anchor man.
Take it down!
- Don't you puke on me. - Yeah!
Next station, Gobs. Hell night never ends.
Left, right, left!
Left, left,
left, right, left.
What the fuck?
Drink up, boys. And lose your uniforms.
What do we do?
Just grab a cock, Jew-bacca.
Trunks to tails.
I think I'm gonna hurl.
Christ, Chan. You lightweight.
Get up. Get up.
Look, if you don't nut up,
you're gonna get tossed at final blackball.
Sir, I'm sorry, sir.
I don't want to let down my pledge brothers.
You're letting me down.
Guys like us have to work twice as hard to be accepted here.
That's fucked up.
Look, I'm giving you ten minutes.
Okay? Take a nap,
pull the trigger if you have to.
Just get it together.
Thank you, sir.
Shit. Shit!
Chan. Chan.
Wake up.
Dude, what the hell happened?
He fell.
I think he's dead.
We're so fucked.
I'll take care of it.
I mean, the way I saw it, I couldn't change
the fact that Chan was dead,
but I could keep us all out of trouble.
And myself out of jail.
I mean, his death was an accident, right?
Does it really matter how that accident happened?
Sorry, bro.
- Jesus! - What's happening?
The brake! The brake!
Oh, no.
Grab on to me. Grab on to me!
Grab on! Aah!
I still remember his face.
The look in his eyes as he went over the cliff.
I couldn't go to the house.
I couldn't go to classes.
Eventually, I just dropped out.
Which is how I ended up with
this shit job at the hospital.
People thought he, uh,
went missing.
I thought I'd gotten away with it.
And then, three days ago, the Times reported
that Chan's car had been found.
Which means that it's...
it's only a matter of time before they find my watch.
That's why I'm here.
I'm running.
It feels good to finally tell someone.
I mean, I know you can't hear me.
I can hear you.
That's some messed-up shit.
I mean, it wasn't on purpose.
I said I thought he was already dead.
From the first time you killed him.
I-I said he fell!
Dude, what are you doing?
I'm not dying down here with you.
Don't leave me down here.
- Come on! - Please.
I won't tell anyone, I swear. Ray, please.
Ray!
Ray, I swear, please, I won't tell anybody.
Please don't leave me down here.
Don't leave me down here!
Ray!
Looks quiet.
Follow my lead.
- Wait. - What?
What about Margaret?
We can't just let her die.
Who gives a shit about Margaret? Our friends are waiting for us.
I already got one person killed.
If I can stop anyone else from dying,
then maybe I can make this right.
Seriously?
You saw what Jingles did to those asshole townies.
Imagine what he's gonna do to the one person he couldn't kill.
No, he's right. Nobody gets left behind.
Look, we'll pick up Margaret on the way to the lot. Bertie, too.
Who the hell is Bertie?
- The cook. - You want us to risk our lives
for Tammy Bakker and the lunch lady?
Chef Bertie is good people.
What the...
- What? - Shit!
Untie her.
Get her legs.
He's coming.
Don't move. Please be quiet.
It's okay. We're not gonna hurt you.
Please, God, no.
No... Please. No! No!
No.
Please, no!
Who is she?
Says her name is Rita.
Calm down. It's just us.
Jesus!
- Oh, thank God. - Are you okay?
You're bleeding. What happened?
W-Where's everyone else?
We were attacked at the infirmary.
Everyone scattered. I got stabbed.
Chet was with me, but I lost him.
Had to cover myself with dirt and leaves to hide.
What about Brooke?
Last time I saw her, she was with Rita.
Oh, no.
- What? - Rita is not Rita.
We found the real one bound and gagged in the boathouse.
She was wearing a nurse's uniform.
Jingles killed her.
Wait... wait, what?
- Then who the hell is with Brooke? - I don't know,
- but we got to find her. - The plan was
to go to the parking lot. That's where we should go.
I am not leaving here
- without Margaret and Bertie. - Me neither.
If y'all want to be heroes, that's fine by me,
but there is no way in hell that I'm going back.
Not with two murderers lurking in the goddamn shadows.
Fine, fine.
You ever ride a bike before?
Once or twice.
Okay. There's a call box down the road.
Take my Ninja, call the cops, and meet us back at the lot.
Montana, you go with him.
The bike is a fickle mistress.
Go easy on the throttle or she'll buck you
like a wild stallion.
Hello?
Is someone up there?
Just leave me alone.
- Chet? - Xavier?
Oh, thank God.
What the hell are you doing down there, man?
I'm dying! What does it look like I'm doing?
There's a stake through my shoulder, I can't move.
You got to get me out of here.
All right.
I'm coming down.
I thought I was done.
I thought that was it.
It's okay. Everything's gonna be okay.
Damn, that looks gnarly.
It was him. It was Jingles.
Ray... he-he fell in here, too, but...
he left me.
Ray told us you got separated.
He's got issues, man.
He's got serious fucking issues.
I, uh, I feel like we're gonna need a real doctor down here to get you off this.
Someone's coming.
- Hurry up, hurry up. - It's him. It's Jingles.
Y-You got to get me out of here. You got to get...
I've never done this before. I don't want to kill him.
Better you than Jingles.
If-if I kill you, I'm so sorry.
Just get me off of it.
On three.
Okay?
Ready?
No, no, no, wait, wait, wait.
- Just give me a second. - Three!
He's coming. Let's go, let's go.
Chet...
We could take him.
There's three of us.
Chet can barely move and Jingles has a knife.
His knife...
versus my guns.
Welcome to your own petard, asshole!
Holy shit!
That was awesome!
Oh, man.
Oh. Hey.
You shouldn't be moving around, man.
Just so we're all clear:
that...
wasn't Jingles.
Shit.
They're not here.
Well, someone definitely was.
What are you doing?
We got to get to the call box.
Seriously, Montana,
the sooner we get to the road, the faster the cops
can handle all of this.
That's the guy that stabbed me.
Ready for round two?
The devil needs his due.
Ray! What the hell?!
- I'm sorry! - You fucking coward!
Ray!
Fuck!
Suck a nut, Camp Redwood.
I'll see you in another life.
Why the hell haven't you killed her yet?
- Synced and corrected by Firefly - - www.addic7ed.com -