Kill Giggles (2020) Movie Script
1
- Who are you?
- Well, I'm the Devil,
baby!
- Where are we?
- We're in the
Devil's underground, baby!
- Now, I know this
might look a little odd,
but I promise you,
I'm not crazy.
I actually used to like
these things, you know?
Clowns.
I even dressed up like
one for Halloween once.
See? That's me.
So now how did I go
from this to this?
Well, that's a funny
story, actually.
Now, before you even ask,
no, I wasn't touched by an
uncle in a clown costume.
I wasn't abandoned by
my parents at a circus.
And despite how this looks,
I really don't wanna
fuck one of them either.
I just really, really,
really hate clowns.
Not so funny now,
are you? Clown.
You know that old saying,
"All the world loves a clown?"
Well, I gotta call bullshit,
like on an epic level.
I think as long as there have
been clowns in this world,
there have been
people who hate them.
People who despise them.
People who want to
see them suffer.
Because here's the
thing about clowns,
they're not funny,
they're not whimsical,
they're not cute.
They're frightening,
they're horrible.
They're fucking evil.
A mockery of man at our worst,
a monster in makeup at best.
And it's okay to kill monsters.
In fact, as crazy as it sounds,
that's what all the
best stories are about.
That's a word that gets
thrown around a lot.
"Crazy."
I wasn't born a psychopath,
but I wasn't made
a sociopath either.
No, I'm something different.
And I'm walking my own path.
No, don't get me wrong...
I don't want to just kill
a clown or two for kicks.
I want to kill all
of them, and so I am.
I'm going to kill
every single last one of them.
- Holt, is there
a single print we could use yet?
- No, ma'am.
Everything we have is here.
It all belongs to the dead
guy or the apartment owner.
- And the friend's
alibi checks out?
- Yeah, apparently he's outta
rehab in Vegas right now.
I think he's an
entertainer or something.
- All right, thanks.
What a waste.
- What's a waste?
- This case, of time.
Some bum brings a broad
to his buddy's place,
she polishes his knob,
cleans his clock,
then she cleans him out.
Case closed.
- So you think you got it
all figured out, do you?
- And you have a better idea?
Do you?
- Yeah, let's just
go with your theory.
I don't even want to know
what happened in this room.
- Tommy,
this is good.
This is really good.
- Yeah?
You think so?
- I do. I definitely think your
writing is getting much
stronger.
And I love how the hero
killer now has a nose,
like a trophy.
But I am a bit
curious, I mean...
Why the outside setting?
Does he wanna get caught?
- Maybe he thinks he never will.
- I think you know the
odds are greater than that.
Everyone gets caught.
- Honestly, Doc...
I think I've just been
feeling more inspired lately.
Maybe it has something to
do with being back home,
back where it all started.
It makes my muse
go a little mad.
- And are you feeling a little
bit more mad lately, Tommy?
- Well, I haven't
murdered anybody,
if that's what you're asking,
- Tommy, that's not
what I'm saying at all.
I mean, you have
made so much progress
in the last couple of years,
but we still have a
lot of work to do.
- I really feel like
this part of the therapy
is helping, Doc.
I spent a lot of time
thinking about this story,
plotting out all
the little details.
- Look, you started off writing
as part of your therapy,
but now your
stories are so good.
You should do something
with them someday.
I mean it, Tommy.
You started writing your fears,
you know, not facing them.
Have you had any
episodes lately or?
- I mean, aside from seeing
them at fast food franchises,
crazy car salesman, and
all over the news.
Not to mention that
clowns seem to be
the new zombies
in horror movies.
Other than that...
No, I'm good, Doc.
- Well, I mean it, Tommy.
Your writing is terrific,
and I really hope you
do something with it
rather than filing it away
and forgetting about it.
- I'll think about
it, Doc. I promise.
- Oh, and Tommy...
After reading your latest story,
I advise that you
stay away from that...
- Hey, kids!
- Oh, hey there, young fella.
Long night, eh?
I said long night, eh?
I know I sure as shit
could use a drink or two.
Oh, what's going on here?
Don't be messing
around here, kid.
Help!
Help!
Oh, God.
Help us, mister.
Please don't hurt
me. I'm just a clown.
Everybody loves a clown.
- Oh...
All right, hot shot.
What do you got?
Where's the murder weapon?
- Still looking, sir.
Apparently nobody saw
or heard anything.
And since there's no
cameras back here...
- Well, you guys are detectives.
Detect already!
I want every single inch
of these hallways searched,
and if the weapon's
here, I want it found.
Now!
- What? No, Mom, of
course I'm listening.
Yeah, I'm really excited
to hear about your trip.
I can't wait.
Mom, I'm not dating
Jason anymore.
It just didn't work
out, that's why.
He spent all of his
time on social networks
and not in the real world.
Yeah, I know, I know.
I liked him too.
- Hello, Eden.
Do...you have a minute?
I mean, I'll come back.
- Bastian, I'm on my way out.
Can we do this Monday, please?
- Yeah, right.
Sorry. Sorry.
- No, Mom.
No, it was Bastian.
He works here.
No, not my type.
- Come on, kitten.
Let's go already!
The party starts meow!
- Shelly, it's my mom. Okay?
Can I meet you there later?
- Better hurry up! I don't wanna
be left alone
with the cougars
and the vultures all by myself.
- You'll be fine. Just go.
- Fine. Tell your mom I said hi.
- Sorry, Mom. It was Shelly.
- Yeah, we're going to
a bachelorette party,
and she's waiting on me.
All right, look.
Look, Mom, I gotta go. Okay?
Yeah, I'll be careful tonight.
I love you too.
All right, call me
when you get back.
Bye.
- Busy night?
- Calm before the storm, my man.
Bachelorette party's
coming in later.
That's gonna be nuts.
- I don't know, man.
Room full of chicks all
looking to have a good time?
Sounds like the perfect
place to be for me.
- Your funeral.
What you drinkin'?
- Whiskey. Irish, please.
- Where's that damn mall rat at?
I'm not even supposed
to be here today.
What are you gawking
at? It's just makeup.
Mind your own business!
You want to take a
picture, Rooster Boy?
It'll last longer.
Everybody loves a clown.
- Oh. I'm sorry.
- Me too.
Thank you.
I gotta go, you know?
- Oh, yeah!
- Look, I was
outta line earlier.
- Nah, man.
Don't worry about it.
I was being a dick. Sorry.
I do so many of these
shows, these girls try to...
They just get too wild.
Let me buy you a drink,
make it up to you.
Bartender, let me
get two whiskeys.
One for me and my buddy here.
Hey, man.
I'm gonna go take
a piss real quick.
I'll be right back.
- Yeah, yeah. Me too.
You again.
- Yeah, me again.
I just wanted to say bye.
Maybe I'll see you around?
- Yeah, I'd like that.
I'd really like that.
- I guess I better...
- Yeah, me too.
- Oh, this feels so good.
Oh...
I don't even know your name.
- Oh, hey. Oh, shit.
I'm sorry.
I was just wondering
if you were still here.
Wow, is he okay?
- Yeah, he's fine.
Just had a little bit too much
to drink, but he'll be fine.
He'll have a killer
headache in the morning.
- Hey, listen, I was...
This might be a little
bit too forward,
but I was wondering
if you might wanna
stick around for a while,
maybe grab a drink.
Unless you're-
- Yeah, yeah, I'd love that.
Let me just, let me
finish taking care of him,
and I can meet you back inside?
- Okay.
- Where were we?
Oh, yeah.
You die.
- No, oh God. No, no, please.
Please, no.
Oh, God.
- God?
- Yeah, yeah. Why?
- There's no God for you, Clown.
Then again, maybe
today's your lucky day.
- Yeah. Yeah, please.
Yeah, yeah.
- I don't know.
You think there's
any chance that
a girl like that,
a guy like me...
- I do. I really, really do.
I think that you two are
meant to be together.
Please. I won't say a word.
Just let me go. Please.
Please. I promise.
Thank you. Thank God.
- You're welcome.
- Hey.
Your friend okay?
- Who?
Oh, he's not my friend.
I mean, I don't really
know him, but he's fine.
Trust me. He's not
doing a thing right now.
- Well, I think it's really nice
that you helped out a stranger.
You don't see a lot of
that in this world anymore.
- So...
- So...
- Why is this so awkward?
- Right? Like,
I've been rehearsing
what to say to you all night.
Ah, man, that was
out loud, wasn't it?
- Yeah.
Hey, don't worry. Me too.
- Can we just
start drinking now?
- Oh, yeah. Yeah, I
think I'd like that.
- Forgive me, I'm Tommy.
- Eden.
- You wanna pick
your poison, Eden?
- No.
- No?
It doesn't work for you?
No.
- Oh, man. Closing time already.
Feels like we just met.
- Well...
Just because the bar's done,
doesn't mean we have to be,
We could go to my place and
and watch a movie or something.
Or is that too forward?
- You comin' or what?
It's just a movie. I swear.
You can trust me.
- What movie we gonna watch?
- Hey.
Sorry, I didn't wanna wake you.
- That's sweet. Thanks.
I'm just glad you didn't
sneak out, actually.
- Why would I want to do that?
- You'd be surprised.
Wow, I can't believe
it's almost noon.
I never sleep this late.
- Well...
That'll happen when
you stay up all night.
- I must say, you have
rather impressive stamina.
- Thanks.
And I must say, you have a
rather
impressive film collection.
I love the "Living
Dead Girl" series.
I grew up watching them, but
you've got some
I've never even heard of.
- Yeah, it should be an
impressive collection.
She's my mother.
- You're fucking kidding me.
Debbie di Prima is your mom?
The Debbie di Prima?
That's so awesome!
Are you hungry?
I know a great little pizza
place not far from here.
I don't know about you, but...
Staying up all night
really makes me hungry.
- Yeah, I'm starving, actually.
I'd love to.
Let me freshen up?
- Take your time.
I'll be right here.
Things were quiet in my head
for a couple
of days after that.
Well, quieter anyway.
Maybe it's because my heart
was in charge for once?
I just could not get
Eden off my mind.
In fact, she was all
I could think about.
We talked, we texted,
we laughed, we...
But you know what they say.
Old habits die hard.
Especially when those
habits involve killing.
- Thank you guys so much
for helping us move.
- Yeah. We couldn't have
done it without you.
I mean, we could've, but it
would have been a
huge pain in the ass.
- Well, it was my pleasure.
Happy to help some
of Eden's friends.
Besides, I'll pretty much do
anything for a beer and a taco.
- You're a cheap date.
- Yeah, but that's why
you love me, right?
- So, I love the new place.
I can't wait to see what
you guys do with it.
- Oh, my baby's got plans,
all right. Don't you?
- Yeah. I might
have a few ideas.
- Um, Tommy...
What's wrong? You okay?
- Um...
There's a clown
that just came in.
Goddammit, don't look at.
It'll come over here. Please.
- Tommy has a thing with clowns.
He really doesn't like them.
- No, Eden, I fucking hate them.
- All right, just
look at me, okay?
Not over there, not at it.
Look at me, all right?
All right?
- Okay. I'm sorry.
It's just...
- Hey, can you please
go to the next table?
- How about a pretty
balloon for a pretty lady?
How about three balloons
for pretty ladies?
- You need to leave now, please.
I said leave, clown.
I really don't like clowns,
and I really don't
want you here.
- It's okay. Let's just move.
- No way, fuck that.
You need to leave, now!
If you do not fucking
leave right fucking now,
I will stab you in the
throat with my fucking fork!
- Tommy!
I'm so sorry, ma'am.
It's just a
misunderstanding, okay?
All right?
Okay. Okay.
Okay.
- Hold on. I've gotta take this.
Sit tight.
Hello?
- Hey, Tommy, it's Eden.
- Oh, hey, you.
I wasn't sure if I was going
to hear from you again.
- Do you have
a minute to talk?
- For you? Absolutely, I do.
- Look, about the
other day at the restaurant.
What was that?
- What?
Nothing.
Look, about that.
Eden, I owe you an apology.
I behaved like a complete dick.
That wasn't fair to
you or your friends.
I just really, really
have a thing about clowns,
especially ones
with red balloons.
It was just too much. I'm sorry.
Can you forgive me?
- I think that
could be arranged.
So, are you busy?
Do you wanna maybe come over?
- You know,
I just
wrapped up my errand.
Be there in 20?
- You're early.
- What can I say? Just
couldn't wait to see you.
Look, about the restaurant.
- Tommy, I'm so sorry.
I know you told me
you hated clowns,
but I kinda thought you
were just exaggerating.
If I would've known that it
was gonna bother you so bad,
I would never let her
come over to our table.
- I know. It's just...
Most people think I'm joking,
but it's a serious problem.
It even has a name.
Coulrophobia. The fear
and hatred of clowns.
Lots of people have it.
I just have a really
bad case of it.
Sometimes I get panic
attacks from it.
Sometimes I...
Well, that's how it happened.
It's like I sort of
step outside myself,
and watch everything from afar.
My therapist says it's a
disease, not a condition.
- Your therapist?
Are you crazy?
Because you're supposed to
tell someone on the first date
if you're crazy.
That's the rule.
And yeah, I've heard
of coulrophobia.
I know a thing or two about
clowns, believe it or not.
- Christ, don't
tell me you're a-
- God. No, no.
I just knew someone
who was once.
- Really?
Do tell.
- Well, my dad.
Or the guy who was supposed
to be my father, I should say.
He was a clown.
The clown, actually.
His name was Giggles,
but they called him the
"Clown King" back in his day.
- Was?
I'm sorry. When did he pass?
No.
The only thing that man
ever passed was out,
for most of my life.
He and my mom split
up when I was little.
I haven't seen him for years.
- Sounds like you have a good
reason to hate clowns too.
- Maybe just the one.
They don't really bother me.
What about you? Do all
clowns freak you out?
Or just certain ones?
Ooh, what about the clown
marionette from "Poltergeist"?
- Okay...
That one, completely
fucking terrifying.
In fact, I think that
may have been what
pushed me over the
edge when I was a kid.
Well, that and...
- And what?
- Nothing.
I mean, there's
some other stuff,
but let's save that
for another date.
- Come on, you can't just
tease me like that.
Let the skeleton
out of the closet.
I promise, I won't laugh.
- I know you won't laugh.
That's kinda what I'm afraid of.
- Hey...
You can tell me,
when you're ready.
You can talk to me.
I wanna know all about you.
- I'm afraid of that too.
- Tommy, you can
tell me anything.
When you want to, that is.
- I know.
I will, I swear.
It's just, you
know how I told you
my parents died
when I was a kid?
- Yeah.
Well, what happened to them?
If you don't mind me asking.
- I...
Don't really remember.
I mean, I do, but...
It's more like
memories of memories,
if that makes any sense.
Some things are still fuzzy.
It's not that they died...
It's how.
- Still no sign of
your folks, Tommy?
Well, it's your birthday,
and I'm sure they've got
something really special
planned for you today.
They'll be here any minute.
You'll see.
- Move your buns, hun.
- Coming, coming.
- Cleo, come on.
Okay.
- You sure everyone's
at the park already?
- Absolutely. They're
just waiting on us to bring the
birthday boy.
- All right, take a right.
- I'm taking a right here.
Do you see where
we're at on the map?
- I think so.
- What's it say?
"Pork? Park?"
Where's the party?
Ah, shit with words.
- Have you
figured it out yet?
- Just take a left here.
- Ugh...but he's making a left
here.
- Well, just take a left.
- You've made us do
four left turns in a row.
We're essentially
going in a circle.
- We are not
going in a circle.
- Dale, get us here.
Worst drunk ever. Oh, now
he's throwing shit at us.
- Ignore him, he's drunk.
- Fuck, this
motherfucker's taunting us.
I'm ending his ass.
- No, calm down.
- Tommy, I had no idea.
I am so, so sorry.
If I would've known, I
would've never let that-
- Hey, I know.
I know.
It's just...
It's not something I've
ever really talked about.
Or at least, I never have.
Maybe that's a good thing?
- No wonder you're
afraid of clowns.
- Eden, I'm not afraid of them.
I hate them.
- Isn't hate the
same thing as fear?
- You want to be my therapist?
Come on! It wasn't that scary.
- No, it was, which was awesome.
It was also freezing in
there, and you're really warm.
- Oh, excuse me.
- I'm sorry.
Dr. Lee.
Uh, Dr. Lee, this is
my girlfriend, Eden.
Eden, this is my
therapist, Dr. Lee.
It's cool, Doc. Full disclosure.
- So, which movie did
you guys see tonight?
- "Family Possessions." It's
really creepy if
if you're
nto that sort of thing.
- Oh, me? No. I actually
never liked horror movies.
I had a bad experience
once when I was a kid.
I'm going to see
"A Chance of Snow."
I love the director.
So, um...
well, I have to go inside now,
but it was nice meeting you,
and I'll see you
next week, right?
- Sure will, Doc.
- Have a good night.
- Welcome back to
"The Real Story."
I'm Jack J. Jackson.
Breaking news in the
Klutzo the Clown case.
We've just received
word that the judge
has declared a mistrial
due to juror misconduct.
The BHBJ viewers may recall
from earlier this afternoon,
when one juror jumped
up from his seat,
and tried to attack
the defendant.
As a result, all charges of
sexual abuse against a minor
have been dropped.
Dropped!
Prosecutors are scrambling
to put together new
evidence, but...
Klutzo! Jack J Jackson
from "The Real Story with Jack
J. Jackson."
" Tell me, how does it feel
to be released on a
technicality, despite
the heinous nature of the
crimes that you committed?"
Are you at all
affected by the fact
that one of the jurors
was so disgusted
by the description
of your crime,
that they felt the
need to attack you?
There you have it. Clowns.
Innocent bystanders,
or disgusting vermin
playing on the childish
nature of society.
You have to decide.
This is Jack J.Jackson
with "The Real Story."
- Clown lives don't matter!
- Creeps off the street!
- Clown lives don't matter!
- Creeps off the street!
- Clown lives don't matter!
- Creeps off the street!
- Clown lives don't matter!
- Creeps off the street!
- Clown lives don't matter!
- Creeps off the street!
- Clown
lives don't matter!
- Creeps off the street!
- Clown lives don't matter!
- Creeps off the street!
- Clown lives don't matter!
- Creeps off the street!
- You fucking monster.
They're just...
You die, clown.
- God damn kids.
No one stands up to
Klutzo the Clown.
No one!
I swear, the next little
bastard I get my hands on,
I'm gonna take it
all out on him.
He is gonna get it!
One of these days,
they're all gonna get it.
And I'm the one that's
gonna give it to 'em.
Oh, I am so gonna
give it to 'em!
Well, looks like it's just
you and me tonight, handsome.
Oh, oh!
Help me! Help me!
- Help you?
Like you...
Helped all those kids?
Those children?
You sick fuck.
You know what?
Today is your lucky day.
I'd be happy to help you.
But, it's not gonna be easy.
No, no, no.
It's not enough that
we face our fears...
You have to destroy them.
And well, since you don't
really have a face anymore...
I'm just gonna
have to improvise.
Shut the fuck up!
- What the hell
happened to his face?
- It gets worse, actually.
- His fucking face
is melted off.
How could it possibly
get any worse?
- Ask me about his genitals.
- Please, don't make me.
- Just ask.
- What about his genitals?
- We have no idea
where they are.
- Jesus. Somebody really
fucking hates clowns.
- That's what I'm afraid of.
- What?
- Well, this is the
third dead clown in
as many weeks, right?
- I guess. And?
- Doesn't it seem a little-
- You were gonna say
funny, weren't you?
- I was gonna say odd.
- Bull fucking shit.
Three, huh?
- Well, technically, the
second one was a mime.
But yeah, three.
- And if two is a pattern...
- Then three's a...
- Shit.
- Yeah.
Something tells me this
shit ain't over yet.
- Maybe we got lucky
and it's a pissed off parent?
- Maybe.
Kids?
He got off easy.
Fucking monster.
- So the report came
back on that strangle vic
from a few weeks ago. The guy
who lived there said
his friend used to be a clown.
- A clown?
- That's what he said.
Apparently he used to
be pretty good too.
He used to do a thing
with handkerchiefs.
- A clown.
Hey, wait. I need you
to pull all the unsolved murders
and missing persons
for the last two, make it four
weeks.
- You got it.
- You think we missed something?
- I think we missed them'
cause we didn't know
what to look for.
- Where are we heading?
- The one place you go when
you want to learn something.
Back to school.
- Good, kid.
Looks real nice.
You guys are a bunch of cutups.
Gentlemen.
Oh.
Detectives, I'm sorry.
How can I help you?
- Detective Mueller,
Detective Vasquez.
- You the guy who
runs the circus?
- Joey Z, at your service.
Welcome.
What can I do for you?
- We're looking into
some recent incidents,
and we need to know if you've
had any problems lately.
- Problem, Officers?
- Problems.
Any fights? Anyone flunk out?
Swear revenge? Drugs?
- The only problems
here are about
when somebody
steals a clown gag.
Come on, what's going on?
It's about the
disappearances, isn't it?
Word travels fast around here.
We're a pretty big family.
- What about anyone
making threats here?
Or someone who
hates clowns, maybe?
Or someone who holds
a grudge against you-
- You people?
- I was gonna say you
entertainer types, actually.
Now look, if anyone comes
to mind, give us a call.
- Hey, Joey. The three
o'clock's about to start.
They need those pies.
- A lot of people hate clowns.
I'll call you, if I
find anything funny.
- What do you think?
- I think he's scared.
Could see it in his eyes.
If he knew anything, he would've
told us in a heartbeat.
- So the thing is, is it's
not really about the prop.
It's about connecting
with your audience.
You're performing.
It's not about what you do,
as much as it is about
making the audience feel.
You, your presence on the
stage.
It's part of the performance.
That's really...
That's really a...
That's really a...
- Janitor says this place
should be packed with clowns.
He came in this
morning, not a soul.
No students, no Joey Z, nobody.
And my guess is? That's why.
- Tech just pulled
this off the HVAC unit.
Whoever hooked this up knew
exactly what they were doing.
- Why would he gas and
kidnap the entire classroom?
Why not just waste them
all and be done with it?
- Maybe it's too quick and easy.
Maybe he wants them to suffer.
- Fourteen, detectives!
That's how many bodies we
found in the back of that van,
like some goddamn
clown car from hell!
And you mean to tell me we
don't have any goddamn leads?
- Well, sir, we're
waiting on a report.
- No, Captain. No, we don't.
- You mean with all the cameras
in this whole fuckin' town,
nobody has seen anything?
That doesn't make
any goddamn sense!
- Captain, nothing about
this guy makes any sense.
He's got no M.O.
Hell, we can't
even find a print.
- Well, you better find a print.
You better find a lead.
Because the media's getting
ready to turn this into a-
- Circus, Captain?
- I was gonna say
shit show, Detective.
There are 14 innocent bodies
in the back of that van.
Now, I want you to
find that bastard
before any more bodies pile up.
You get me?
- Yes, Captain.
- Yes, Captain.
- Shut the door.
And tell the Mayor
she can suck my dick.
- You're making that call.
What are you thinking?
- I'm thinking if we don't
find out who's doing this,
we're gonna wish we were
in the back of that van.
- I wonder what that
psycho is gonna do next.
- Hey there.
Hungry?
- Yippee-ki-yay, you
rubber nose fuck!
- Come on, man!
You don't have do this!
I got a wife!
I got a family, man!
I got kids!
I got a dog, man. I got a dog!
- Dr. Lee? Courtney?
- Eden, right?
- How are you?
- Where's Tommy? Is he okay?
- He's fine. I mean, I think so.
It's just, um...
A couple of things have
happened lately with clowns
that have me kind of worried.
- Eden, look, I really
can't talk to you
about my sessions with Tommy.
And that would completely betray
any doctor-patient
confidentiality.
- No, I know. I'm
not asking that.
It's just...
I don't know.
I know I haven't
known him that long...
But seeing that side of
him, it was like he was-
- Like he was an entirely
different person?
Look, normally I don't speak to
a patient's significant other.
- I know, I know.
But he did say full
disclosure, right?
So that has to count for
something, doesn't it?
- You know, I can tell
that you mean a lot to him.
And certainly he
means a lot to you.
Why don't you take
a walk with me?
So, Eden, how much
do you really know
about Tommy's childhood?
- I mean, some, you know?
Just what he's told me.
I know his parents
died when he was young.
And he told me about the
clown with the red balloons
right before it happened.
I know about the
time he spent here.
About his coulrophobia.
- His parents didn't just die...
They were killed by that clown.
- Oh my God.
- I mean, at least
that's how Tommy sees it.
It's a horrible
accident, I know.
But in Tommy's mind,
it wasn't a person who
murdered his parents,
it was that clown.
And it wasn't until
about 10 years later
where Tommy's fear and
hatred of clowns truly began.
- Angela, I'm home.
Angela?
- Tommy.
Hey, Tommy, this is...
- I know, who he is.
- Look, kid, I-
- You killed my parents,
you son of a bitch!
I'm gonna kill you!
- Tommy!
- Look, kid. I've been thinking
for ten years about what to say,
and I'm gonna say it,
- Tommy, just hear
him out, please!
- I know it was my fault,
but I was driving the van.
But it was that clown.
That goddamn clown.
It was him!
He made me do it.
- You said your peace.
I think you should go now, okay?
- You gotta believe me. It
was all that damn clown.
You goddamn clown!
Fuckin' asshole.
- Police, freeze!
He's got a knife!
He's alive! We got a live one!
- Get an EMT in here, now!
- Oh my God.
I had no idea.
He was just a little boy.
No wonder he can't stand clowns.
- Well, it's not
just that, Eden.
I mean, that night
in the theater,
he suffered a mental breakdown.
You know? And when someone
experiences that kind of trauma,
it could completely fracture
their psyche for years.
- So what are you
saying, exactly?
- What I'm saying is
that he's demonized them
to the point where he
doesn't see a person,
he sees a monster.
And not in the literal sense,
and certainly not any longer.
But if you want him to be happy,
you can no longer have him
encounter clowns at all.
- Okay, so what if...
There were someone
that used to be a clown
that isn't anymore?
Do you think that
would still count?
Like somebody he could
sit down with and talk to.
Someone that could show him
that clowns are just normal,
fucked up people like
the rest of us, you know?
Not monsters.
- I think that's
a really bad idea.
Eden, you know, we can't
predict how Tommy will react.
And I know you wanna help
him, but I advise you not to.
And you just don't know what
could happen, unfortunately,
with these circumstances, okay?
- Okay.
I understand.
Hey, Mom.
Hey, what are you up to?
Do you wanna maybe
grab dinner tonight?
Okay. Uh huh.
Yeah, I'll see you
there around seven.
Sound good?
All right, thanks. Bye.
- Excuse me.
Terribly sorry, but aren't
you Debbie di Prima.
- It's Deborah, darling.
And yes, I am.
- I hate to bother you...
Could I trouble you
for an autograph?
I'm a really big fan of yours.
- Oh, but of course.
Anything for a fan.
- You are so amazing.
Isn't she something?
- Yes, she is.
- Here.
- Thank you so much, Deborah.
Ciao.
- Sorry about that, dear.
Now, where were we?
- Ah, yes, Tommy.
- Well...
It's about Malcolm, my father.
I need to find him.
- Eden!
Why would you want to open
that can of tequila worms?
You know he'll never change!
He is the same, selfish,
delusional drunk
he has always been.
- Well, you married him, so
what's that say about you?
- Right.
It says I was a fool.
A fool for a silver tongued
devil with golden words.
And those eyes.
Oh god, those eyes.
So you were in love then?
- For a very short while, yes.
- So, you know how I feel?
I'd do anything for Tommy,
even if it means
making peace with...
Malcolm.
- Well, so tell me,
what is Tommy's issue?
- Well, he's afraid of clowns.
Terrified, actually.
And I thought that-
- Wait, you thought
that sitting him down
across the table from his worst
nightmare was a good idea?
- I don't know.
I just thought, maybe if
he could talk to somebody
who used to be a clown,
he could see that
they're just people
under all that makeup
and wigs and big shoes.
- Oh, I don't know, Eden.
It does not sound
like a good idea.
- That's what his
therapist said.
-Oh! So his therapist and
your mother both agree,
and you still won't listen?
- Would you have listened to
your mom when you were in love?
- Ah, you're in love
now, are you, darling?
And you think your father can
actually help with this issue?
- Well, I don't think he
could make things any worse.
- It's Malcolm Fossor, darling.
That man can always
make things worse.
Oh...
- Please.
Please, Mom.
- It's that important
to you then?
- He's that important to me.
- I...
I may know where your father is.
- Mom.
Mom?
- Oh, come now, darling.
I spent a small part of
my life loving that man,
and the rest of it hating him.
You really think I
wouldn't keep tabs
on his whereabouts?
- You do know where he is then.
- Even when that man dies, I
want to be the first to know.
Now look, I'll think
about it, okay?
All right.
Now, can we please
order something to eat?
I am starving.
- Bastian, what are you doing?
- Listen, we need to talk.
Okay, I know how
you feel about me,
but it's not about me,
it's about your boyfriend.
- Oh, God, Bastian. Let it go.
You don't think I know
you've been following us?
Following him?
- Okay, just forget
about all of it.
Just forget all of it.
Listen, how well
do you know him?
Like, actually know him.
You see, I've been
doing some digging.
- You've been
doing some digging?
Bastian, you're not a reporter!
You're not even a journalist.
You're an IT guy who writes
a conspiracy theory blog.
That's it.
- Right. Just listen to me.
Okay.
Okay.
I may have peeked at
some of your emails.
- You hacked my emails?
- Peeked at, right?
Peeked, not hacked.
And all I'm saying is,
you don't really
know who this guy is.
Or well, what this guy is.
Oh, who's that? Is that him?
- That's none of your business.
What is your problem with Tommy?
- My problem is,
is when he's around,
certain people die.
Certain clown people.
And it's been happening
all around him,
everywhere he's been for
the past couple of years.
And no one's ever put it
together, except for me.
- What are you saying?
- What I'm saying is,
he's a serial killer.
Well, like a clown
serial killer.
And when he's
around, people die!
And I have proof.
- You have proof?
Then show me.
- Well, I don't have it here,
it's back in my apartment.
- Oh, God, Bastian.
I thought you had
a thing for me,
but I thought it was just, you
know, maybe a little crush.
Now I see that
you're really sick?
- Sick?
No, no, not me.
It's him, it's Tommy.
He's the one who's sick.
- I think you better
go now, Bastian.
- Right.
- Hello?
- Malcolm?
- Yup, that's me.
- Malcolm Fossor?
- Who's that, love?
- It's Eden.
- Uh, Steven?
Sorry, I don't know
anyone named Steven.
- Eden.
Di Prima, your daughter.
- Edie,
my little girl!
Is that you?
- Don't talk,
Malcolm. Just listen.
Look, I've never asked
you for anything...
Until now.
- Otis, my friend.
Exceptional driving.
You got me here safe and sound.
Well done, sir.
Well done.
Home sweet home.
- Look, I know why
I'm so nervous,
but are you sure you're okay?
- I'm sorry.
Just having a hard time
turning my brain off.
- Meeting my dad was
too big of a step.
- That and the
whole clown thing.
Other than that, I'm
peachy.
- Listen...
Just don't think
about him, okay?
Think about me.
- That, I can do.
- Here she is. My little girl.
Let your dear old dad
take a look at you.
- You're early.
You're never early.
- Well, love, people can change.
Especially when they've
been away so very long.
- And sometimes the
more they change,
the more they stay the same.
- Nonsense.
This is just to
take the edge off.
So who's this handsome young
man you've brought to meet me?
- Tommy.
Tommy dos Santos.
It's a pleasure
to meet you, sir.
Eden's told me a lot about you.
- I'll bet she has.
Well then!
I think we should have
drinks all around.
- Another glass
of Prosecco, sir?
- Please. And leave
the bottle, dear.
So Tommy, I believe you have
the hots for my daughter.
- I'm sorry, sir?
Oh, yes, sir.
- It's all right.
Settle down, young man.
I mean, this is not the
Army, for fuck's sake.
You have no need
to call me "sir."
- Sorry, sir. Malcolm.
Force of habit.
- Sir Malcolm.
Sir Malcolm.
You know, I like
the way that sounds.
- I think so too.
Now, if you can play nice
for a couple of minutes,
I'm gonna use the restroom.
Will you excuse me?
- So, Tommy...
- So...
Sir Malcolm.
- You know who I am, of course.
And you know what
I've been, right?
- I know what you are.
You're her father.
Or at least, that's what
you're supposed to be.
Then again, you were never
really that much of a man,
were you, Sir Malcolm?
You were always more of
a monster, weren't you?
Clown.
It's okay.
So was I.
A monster shaped like a man.
But then, something
happened to me.
She happened to me.
And then I didn't
just feel something,
I felt everything.
- Wow, what'd I miss out on?
- Oh, I've just been
getting to know your...
Your beau.
So, Tommy...
I believe that you're afraid
of clowns, is that right?
Terrified.
- Well, I never said terrified,
I said Tommy has
coulrophobia, which is-
- I know.
I know exactly what it is.
I virtually coined the
phrase back in the day.
But what I've seen on the news,
somebody really hates clowns.
Now...
That wouldn't be
you, would it, sport?
- Tommy might be
afraid of clowns,
but he's not some psycho killer.
- Well, let's have a toast to
friends and to family.
What's the matter, love?
- Well, Malcolm.
- Dad.
- Well, Mal...
The thing about dads is
that they're usually around
every once in a while.
You crawled into the
bottom of a bottle
and you never came out.
- Why am I here, Edie?
What do you want from me?
Huh?
Do you want my blessing?
Do you want me to apologize?
Do you want money?
What is it? What do
you want from me?
- I don't need your anything.
I thought we could
have a conversation.
I thought you could help.
But I forgot, you just
make things worse.
- No, love.
I don't make things worse.
They just get that
way all by themselves.
- No wonder Mom left you.
No wonder everyone leaves you.
I'm very sorry that I
ever looked for you.
- Well, that was an
interesting reunion.
If I was you, I'd get
your ass into gear
and go after her, mate.
- You know...
- For a clown named Giggles,
you're not very funny.
- You know...
For a monster shaped like a man,
you're not very scary.
Oh, one last thing, boy.
When you see her,
tell her that I'm staying
at the Goodnight Inn,
out by the interstate.
Room 59.
And why would I tell her that?
- Because she's gonna
come and look for me
when she cools down.
She always does.
- I don't think so.
- Believe me.
I know my little girl.
- Oh, Tommy dos Santos,
where we going this evening?
Yeah.
Hop into your stupid little
car, you poo-faced git.
Right, Eden. You want proof
your boyfriend's a fucking
psycho?
I'll get you proof.
- "Ah. I always thought that
clowns were supposed
to be funny."
Laugh.
Laugh, clown.
Laugh, clown!
You came back.
I knew you would.
Sweetie, I'm so sorry
for what I said.
I didn't mean any of the...
You!
What the bloody
hell was that for?
Where the fuck is Edie?
- Shut the fuck up, clown.
- Why don't you just run
along home, little boy?
And maybe I'll forget that
this ever happened, huh?
- All she ever
wanted was a father.
And all she ever got was you...
A joke.
- You...
Don't know shit
about me, friend.
- I'm not your friend.
You know what I am.
I'm the final curtain.
Bastard!
- Stay away from me, you prat!
- Look, I don't know
what you think you saw.
- I saw you kill that man.
That clown man.
And now I've got the proof.
And she'll have to listen to me.
And that's not it, man.
I know all about you.
I've been doing my fuckin'
homework. I know you, mate.
And I'm gonna tell everybody.
Eden included.
- I just did the world a favor.
I just did everybody a
favor, especially Eden!
- Is this about your parents?
What happened to them?
I read the file, man.
And the driver said over and
over that clown made it happen.
But the cops could
never find him.
- You don't get to
talk about my parents!
- No, no, no!
It's "There are no
frowns in Clown Town."
Not, "There aren't any
frowns in Clown Town."
How many goddamn times do I
have to tell you the difference?
- Well, you keep
rewriting the script!
It makes it hard
to learn the words
if you keep changing them.
Just give us a break, all right?
- Oh, you need a break, Bozo?
Tell you what, you have five
minutes to learn these lines,
or I find myself
a new lead clown.
I need a clove.
Amateurs!
- Jesus Christ, he is
such a fucking diva!
I mean, it's not our fault
he can't carry a tone
to save his life.
- Be quiet, he'll hear you.
- Oh, fuck him! Let him fire me!
- Yeah, really. The
song sucks anyway!
- Hey man, how'd
you get in here?
- Oh my God, kid!
You all right?
- Clowns. Fucking clowns.
- Hey, what'd you just say, man?
Hey, I might be funny, bitch!
But I could fuck you
up something fierce!
- You killed my parents.
You killed my parents!
You!
- Oh my God, kid?
What did you do?
What did you do?
You need to get outta here.
You need to get outta here, ow.
- They killed my parents.
- You gotta go.
- I remember that.
- Oh my God.
- They had to die.
- Kid, the cops are
gonna be here any minute.
You need to get
outta here, okay?
- How did you find me?
- I followed you.
I tried to stop you from
doing something stupid,
and I screwed that up too.
Now, you need to go.
I can go away, rot in jail,
but you still got a
life ahead of you.
You should go enjoy that.
- Why?
- I can't make it right, but
at least can make us even.
Why?
- We're even, motherfucker.
- Police, freeze!
He's got a knife!
Drop the knife!
He's alive! We got a live one!
- Get an EMT in here, now!
- It's just one
flight of stairs.
- Technically it's three
flights, smart-ass.
- Detectives.
We just found this upstairs.
- Ooh.
It's even unlocked.
Look at the last
few photos he took.
- Now who do you
suppose this is?
You think this is
our clown killer?
- I don't think we
could get that lucky.
- Time stamped on
his pictures, 10:13.
Which is right around the time
of death the coroner gave us.
What if this guy did this?
- You think our dead
guy knows the killer?
Well, knew, I guess.
- I think he knew something,
and that's why he's dead.
Come on, let's go find
out where he lives.
- You know, it's a
shame about that boy.
I really did like him.
You guys let me know if you
need something extra, okay?
- U, I think you better
come check this out.
What do you think?
- I think we need to find
out just who the hell
this Tommy dos Santos
is, that's what.
- Eden.
I wasn't expecting...
Eden, what's wrong?
What is it?
- You know, I just
couldn't let it go.
How smug he was, how
mean he was to you.
So I found out where
he was staying.
It's not hard.
Cheap motels by the bus station.
I had to talk to him, you know?
Just really let him have it.
- Hey, what happened?
- Well, I went to his
room, but it was empty,
and the manager said that
he never saw him check out,
so I just don't...
- Hey, come.
- Why would he just
leave like that?
- Well, you did make
it sound pretty final
when you left dinner
the other night.
- We fight. We always fight.
Families do that, you know?
Oh God, Tommy, I'm sorry.
I wasn't thinking.
- It's okay.
It's okay.
Eden, I'm sure he's fine.
You said it yourself, he likes
to pull disappearing acts.
Yeah?
I'm sure this is
just the latest show.
All the world's a stage
to a clown, right?
Come away with me.
- What?
Where?
- Anywhere you want.
We'll sneak off someplace
sunny and tropical
for a few weeks.
Or you know, forever.
- Yeah, but what about-
- What about what?
What about work?
Take a vacation, call in sick.
Hell, quit.
- Tommy, I can't just quit.
- Yes, you can.
Eden...
I have more than enough
money to take care of us.
My aunt made sure of that.
So run away with me.
Eden...
I love you,
and I think you love me.
And for me, that's enough.
- Tommy, I do.
I do love you.
- So let's go away together.
We don't have to stay gone,
but I wanna show you the world
that's out there
beyond this city.
- Okay.
Let's do it.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
But my stuff.
- We'll get my stuff here,
and then we'll go to your
place to get your stuff,
and then it's off
to the airport.
- Where are we gonna go?
- I have no idea.
We'll just know
when we get there.
- You are crazy,
Tommy dos Santos.
You know that, right?
- Not anymore, I'm not.
In fact, I don't think
I've ever felt better.
I'm tired of this life.
I wanna start a new one.
One with you.
Passports.
We might need passports.
Would you grab mine?
It's in the middle
drawer of that dresser.
The drawer on the right,
not the one on the...
The one on the left.
Eden, I can explain.
- Tommy, where did you get this?
Where?
- It's not what you think.
- Goddammit, Tommy,
just tell me.
This is my father's necklace.
I know that because I gave
it to him when I was little.
I had no idea he still
had it. But how did you...
Oh, God.
It's you, isn't it?
The one they've been
talking about on the news?
The Clown Killer?
- Eden, just calm down.
- Calm down?
You killed all those people!
- But they weren't people.
Why can't you see that?
- Tommy, you killed
my father, didn't you?
- So now he's your father?
- Don't you dare.
- Eden, I didn't
murder your father...
I killed a monster.
Don't you see that?
They're all monsters.
- Oh, God. He knew.
- What are you talking about?
- Bastian. He knew.
I didn't listen.
- You don't have to
worry about him anymore,
he won't be bothering us.
- Oh, God. What did you do?
He's not a clown.
- He was an accident, I swear.
I swear.
I would never,
ever kill a person.
- And what about my father, huh?
He was a person too!
- You know what he was.
- Oh, God.
And what about this person?
What about this person?
What about all those people,
you psycho son of a bitch!
- I am not crazy!
And they were not people.
They weren't even human,
they were monsters!
Eden, they're all monsters!
- I only see one
monster right now.
- Eden, I don't
want to hurt you.
- You get away from me.
- Eden, you just
don't understand.
Please, just put the
knife down, sweetie, okay?
- Don't call me that.
You killed those people.
You killed all of those people!
- No!
Stop.
Stop, Eden!
- Now who looks
like a clown, huh?
- What...
Did you do to me?
- You stay right here.
If our guy runs, this
is his only way out.
- Copy that.
- I don't know. I got a
funny feeling about this one.
- Really. Really?
- You're just mad 'cause
I thought of it first.
All right, let's go.
- Freeze!
- Try to let him
get to you, kid.
You just gotta
drown out the noise.
That's all it is.
Just white noise.
Ah, Dr. Lee.
This is Donnie, our
new guard staff.
- Hey, nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
- After you, Doc.
- Thank you.
- It's a hell of a
first day you, kid.
This one still
gives me the creeps,
and it's been months now.
- Gives you the creeps?
Come on. Who is that?
Oh, God!
What the hell was that?
- It's your hell of
a first day, man,
- You got that right.
Listen, come on. Who is it?
- You remember the Clown Killer?
- No, really?
Bullshit.
Really?
- Oh, yeah.
- What the hell
did I sign up for?
I hear they're still
finding bodies.
- 42 and counting so far.
- How can somebody decide
to do something so horrible
to something so funny?
- I don't think
clowns are funny,
but when you lose a parent like
that, you're bound to snap.
Still though...
Hear she had complete
mental breakdown
when she found out
that her boyfriend
killed all those people,
killed her own father even.
They say she just lost it.
And I hear when
the cops showed up,
she even had tried
to attack them.
- And now?
- And now all she
sees are clowns.
- You mean?
- Yep.
Any luck today, Doc?
- Not this time, gentlemen.
But we'll keep trying,
and maybe someday she'll
come around again.
- Now I know
how this might look,
but I assure you, I'm not
crazy.
I'm just sick.
And you know what they say...
Laughter is the best medicine.
But that's the thing
about laughter.
It doesn't just
come from nowhere.
It starts off as a giggle,
and it gets stronger
and stronger...
Until it explodes.
It's a disease that spreads
until it affects everyone.
And laughter, well,
it can never die.
But Giggles sure did.
And so can you.
- Who are you?
- Well, I'm the Devil,
baby!
- Where are we?
- We're in the
Devil's underground, baby!
- Now, I know this
might look a little odd,
but I promise you,
I'm not crazy.
I actually used to like
these things, you know?
Clowns.
I even dressed up like
one for Halloween once.
See? That's me.
So now how did I go
from this to this?
Well, that's a funny
story, actually.
Now, before you even ask,
no, I wasn't touched by an
uncle in a clown costume.
I wasn't abandoned by
my parents at a circus.
And despite how this looks,
I really don't wanna
fuck one of them either.
I just really, really,
really hate clowns.
Not so funny now,
are you? Clown.
You know that old saying,
"All the world loves a clown?"
Well, I gotta call bullshit,
like on an epic level.
I think as long as there have
been clowns in this world,
there have been
people who hate them.
People who despise them.
People who want to
see them suffer.
Because here's the
thing about clowns,
they're not funny,
they're not whimsical,
they're not cute.
They're frightening,
they're horrible.
They're fucking evil.
A mockery of man at our worst,
a monster in makeup at best.
And it's okay to kill monsters.
In fact, as crazy as it sounds,
that's what all the
best stories are about.
That's a word that gets
thrown around a lot.
"Crazy."
I wasn't born a psychopath,
but I wasn't made
a sociopath either.
No, I'm something different.
And I'm walking my own path.
No, don't get me wrong...
I don't want to just kill
a clown or two for kicks.
I want to kill all
of them, and so I am.
I'm going to kill
every single last one of them.
- Holt, is there
a single print we could use yet?
- No, ma'am.
Everything we have is here.
It all belongs to the dead
guy or the apartment owner.
- And the friend's
alibi checks out?
- Yeah, apparently he's outta
rehab in Vegas right now.
I think he's an
entertainer or something.
- All right, thanks.
What a waste.
- What's a waste?
- This case, of time.
Some bum brings a broad
to his buddy's place,
she polishes his knob,
cleans his clock,
then she cleans him out.
Case closed.
- So you think you got it
all figured out, do you?
- And you have a better idea?
Do you?
- Yeah, let's just
go with your theory.
I don't even want to know
what happened in this room.
- Tommy,
this is good.
This is really good.
- Yeah?
You think so?
- I do. I definitely think your
writing is getting much
stronger.
And I love how the hero
killer now has a nose,
like a trophy.
But I am a bit
curious, I mean...
Why the outside setting?
Does he wanna get caught?
- Maybe he thinks he never will.
- I think you know the
odds are greater than that.
Everyone gets caught.
- Honestly, Doc...
I think I've just been
feeling more inspired lately.
Maybe it has something to
do with being back home,
back where it all started.
It makes my muse
go a little mad.
- And are you feeling a little
bit more mad lately, Tommy?
- Well, I haven't
murdered anybody,
if that's what you're asking,
- Tommy, that's not
what I'm saying at all.
I mean, you have
made so much progress
in the last couple of years,
but we still have a
lot of work to do.
- I really feel like
this part of the therapy
is helping, Doc.
I spent a lot of time
thinking about this story,
plotting out all
the little details.
- Look, you started off writing
as part of your therapy,
but now your
stories are so good.
You should do something
with them someday.
I mean it, Tommy.
You started writing your fears,
you know, not facing them.
Have you had any
episodes lately or?
- I mean, aside from seeing
them at fast food franchises,
crazy car salesman, and
all over the news.
Not to mention that
clowns seem to be
the new zombies
in horror movies.
Other than that...
No, I'm good, Doc.
- Well, I mean it, Tommy.
Your writing is terrific,
and I really hope you
do something with it
rather than filing it away
and forgetting about it.
- I'll think about
it, Doc. I promise.
- Oh, and Tommy...
After reading your latest story,
I advise that you
stay away from that...
- Hey, kids!
- Oh, hey there, young fella.
Long night, eh?
I said long night, eh?
I know I sure as shit
could use a drink or two.
Oh, what's going on here?
Don't be messing
around here, kid.
Help!
Help!
Oh, God.
Help us, mister.
Please don't hurt
me. I'm just a clown.
Everybody loves a clown.
- Oh...
All right, hot shot.
What do you got?
Where's the murder weapon?
- Still looking, sir.
Apparently nobody saw
or heard anything.
And since there's no
cameras back here...
- Well, you guys are detectives.
Detect already!
I want every single inch
of these hallways searched,
and if the weapon's
here, I want it found.
Now!
- What? No, Mom, of
course I'm listening.
Yeah, I'm really excited
to hear about your trip.
I can't wait.
Mom, I'm not dating
Jason anymore.
It just didn't work
out, that's why.
He spent all of his
time on social networks
and not in the real world.
Yeah, I know, I know.
I liked him too.
- Hello, Eden.
Do...you have a minute?
I mean, I'll come back.
- Bastian, I'm on my way out.
Can we do this Monday, please?
- Yeah, right.
Sorry. Sorry.
- No, Mom.
No, it was Bastian.
He works here.
No, not my type.
- Come on, kitten.
Let's go already!
The party starts meow!
- Shelly, it's my mom. Okay?
Can I meet you there later?
- Better hurry up! I don't wanna
be left alone
with the cougars
and the vultures all by myself.
- You'll be fine. Just go.
- Fine. Tell your mom I said hi.
- Sorry, Mom. It was Shelly.
- Yeah, we're going to
a bachelorette party,
and she's waiting on me.
All right, look.
Look, Mom, I gotta go. Okay?
Yeah, I'll be careful tonight.
I love you too.
All right, call me
when you get back.
Bye.
- Busy night?
- Calm before the storm, my man.
Bachelorette party's
coming in later.
That's gonna be nuts.
- I don't know, man.
Room full of chicks all
looking to have a good time?
Sounds like the perfect
place to be for me.
- Your funeral.
What you drinkin'?
- Whiskey. Irish, please.
- Where's that damn mall rat at?
I'm not even supposed
to be here today.
What are you gawking
at? It's just makeup.
Mind your own business!
You want to take a
picture, Rooster Boy?
It'll last longer.
Everybody loves a clown.
- Oh. I'm sorry.
- Me too.
Thank you.
I gotta go, you know?
- Oh, yeah!
- Look, I was
outta line earlier.
- Nah, man.
Don't worry about it.
I was being a dick. Sorry.
I do so many of these
shows, these girls try to...
They just get too wild.
Let me buy you a drink,
make it up to you.
Bartender, let me
get two whiskeys.
One for me and my buddy here.
Hey, man.
I'm gonna go take
a piss real quick.
I'll be right back.
- Yeah, yeah. Me too.
You again.
- Yeah, me again.
I just wanted to say bye.
Maybe I'll see you around?
- Yeah, I'd like that.
I'd really like that.
- I guess I better...
- Yeah, me too.
- Oh, this feels so good.
Oh...
I don't even know your name.
- Oh, hey. Oh, shit.
I'm sorry.
I was just wondering
if you were still here.
Wow, is he okay?
- Yeah, he's fine.
Just had a little bit too much
to drink, but he'll be fine.
He'll have a killer
headache in the morning.
- Hey, listen, I was...
This might be a little
bit too forward,
but I was wondering
if you might wanna
stick around for a while,
maybe grab a drink.
Unless you're-
- Yeah, yeah, I'd love that.
Let me just, let me
finish taking care of him,
and I can meet you back inside?
- Okay.
- Where were we?
Oh, yeah.
You die.
- No, oh God. No, no, please.
Please, no.
Oh, God.
- God?
- Yeah, yeah. Why?
- There's no God for you, Clown.
Then again, maybe
today's your lucky day.
- Yeah. Yeah, please.
Yeah, yeah.
- I don't know.
You think there's
any chance that
a girl like that,
a guy like me...
- I do. I really, really do.
I think that you two are
meant to be together.
Please. I won't say a word.
Just let me go. Please.
Please. I promise.
Thank you. Thank God.
- You're welcome.
- Hey.
Your friend okay?
- Who?
Oh, he's not my friend.
I mean, I don't really
know him, but he's fine.
Trust me. He's not
doing a thing right now.
- Well, I think it's really nice
that you helped out a stranger.
You don't see a lot of
that in this world anymore.
- So...
- So...
- Why is this so awkward?
- Right? Like,
I've been rehearsing
what to say to you all night.
Ah, man, that was
out loud, wasn't it?
- Yeah.
Hey, don't worry. Me too.
- Can we just
start drinking now?
- Oh, yeah. Yeah, I
think I'd like that.
- Forgive me, I'm Tommy.
- Eden.
- You wanna pick
your poison, Eden?
- No.
- No?
It doesn't work for you?
No.
- Oh, man. Closing time already.
Feels like we just met.
- Well...
Just because the bar's done,
doesn't mean we have to be,
We could go to my place and
and watch a movie or something.
Or is that too forward?
- You comin' or what?
It's just a movie. I swear.
You can trust me.
- What movie we gonna watch?
- Hey.
Sorry, I didn't wanna wake you.
- That's sweet. Thanks.
I'm just glad you didn't
sneak out, actually.
- Why would I want to do that?
- You'd be surprised.
Wow, I can't believe
it's almost noon.
I never sleep this late.
- Well...
That'll happen when
you stay up all night.
- I must say, you have
rather impressive stamina.
- Thanks.
And I must say, you have a
rather
impressive film collection.
I love the "Living
Dead Girl" series.
I grew up watching them, but
you've got some
I've never even heard of.
- Yeah, it should be an
impressive collection.
She's my mother.
- You're fucking kidding me.
Debbie di Prima is your mom?
The Debbie di Prima?
That's so awesome!
Are you hungry?
I know a great little pizza
place not far from here.
I don't know about you, but...
Staying up all night
really makes me hungry.
- Yeah, I'm starving, actually.
I'd love to.
Let me freshen up?
- Take your time.
I'll be right here.
Things were quiet in my head
for a couple
of days after that.
Well, quieter anyway.
Maybe it's because my heart
was in charge for once?
I just could not get
Eden off my mind.
In fact, she was all
I could think about.
We talked, we texted,
we laughed, we...
But you know what they say.
Old habits die hard.
Especially when those
habits involve killing.
- Thank you guys so much
for helping us move.
- Yeah. We couldn't have
done it without you.
I mean, we could've, but it
would have been a
huge pain in the ass.
- Well, it was my pleasure.
Happy to help some
of Eden's friends.
Besides, I'll pretty much do
anything for a beer and a taco.
- You're a cheap date.
- Yeah, but that's why
you love me, right?
- So, I love the new place.
I can't wait to see what
you guys do with it.
- Oh, my baby's got plans,
all right. Don't you?
- Yeah. I might
have a few ideas.
- Um, Tommy...
What's wrong? You okay?
- Um...
There's a clown
that just came in.
Goddammit, don't look at.
It'll come over here. Please.
- Tommy has a thing with clowns.
He really doesn't like them.
- No, Eden, I fucking hate them.
- All right, just
look at me, okay?
Not over there, not at it.
Look at me, all right?
All right?
- Okay. I'm sorry.
It's just...
- Hey, can you please
go to the next table?
- How about a pretty
balloon for a pretty lady?
How about three balloons
for pretty ladies?
- You need to leave now, please.
I said leave, clown.
I really don't like clowns,
and I really don't
want you here.
- It's okay. Let's just move.
- No way, fuck that.
You need to leave, now!
If you do not fucking
leave right fucking now,
I will stab you in the
throat with my fucking fork!
- Tommy!
I'm so sorry, ma'am.
It's just a
misunderstanding, okay?
All right?
Okay. Okay.
Okay.
- Hold on. I've gotta take this.
Sit tight.
Hello?
- Hey, Tommy, it's Eden.
- Oh, hey, you.
I wasn't sure if I was going
to hear from you again.
- Do you have
a minute to talk?
- For you? Absolutely, I do.
- Look, about the
other day at the restaurant.
What was that?
- What?
Nothing.
Look, about that.
Eden, I owe you an apology.
I behaved like a complete dick.
That wasn't fair to
you or your friends.
I just really, really
have a thing about clowns,
especially ones
with red balloons.
It was just too much. I'm sorry.
Can you forgive me?
- I think that
could be arranged.
So, are you busy?
Do you wanna maybe come over?
- You know,
I just
wrapped up my errand.
Be there in 20?
- You're early.
- What can I say? Just
couldn't wait to see you.
Look, about the restaurant.
- Tommy, I'm so sorry.
I know you told me
you hated clowns,
but I kinda thought you
were just exaggerating.
If I would've known that it
was gonna bother you so bad,
I would never let her
come over to our table.
- I know. It's just...
Most people think I'm joking,
but it's a serious problem.
It even has a name.
Coulrophobia. The fear
and hatred of clowns.
Lots of people have it.
I just have a really
bad case of it.
Sometimes I get panic
attacks from it.
Sometimes I...
Well, that's how it happened.
It's like I sort of
step outside myself,
and watch everything from afar.
My therapist says it's a
disease, not a condition.
- Your therapist?
Are you crazy?
Because you're supposed to
tell someone on the first date
if you're crazy.
That's the rule.
And yeah, I've heard
of coulrophobia.
I know a thing or two about
clowns, believe it or not.
- Christ, don't
tell me you're a-
- God. No, no.
I just knew someone
who was once.
- Really?
Do tell.
- Well, my dad.
Or the guy who was supposed
to be my father, I should say.
He was a clown.
The clown, actually.
His name was Giggles,
but they called him the
"Clown King" back in his day.
- Was?
I'm sorry. When did he pass?
No.
The only thing that man
ever passed was out,
for most of my life.
He and my mom split
up when I was little.
I haven't seen him for years.
- Sounds like you have a good
reason to hate clowns too.
- Maybe just the one.
They don't really bother me.
What about you? Do all
clowns freak you out?
Or just certain ones?
Ooh, what about the clown
marionette from "Poltergeist"?
- Okay...
That one, completely
fucking terrifying.
In fact, I think that
may have been what
pushed me over the
edge when I was a kid.
Well, that and...
- And what?
- Nothing.
I mean, there's
some other stuff,
but let's save that
for another date.
- Come on, you can't just
tease me like that.
Let the skeleton
out of the closet.
I promise, I won't laugh.
- I know you won't laugh.
That's kinda what I'm afraid of.
- Hey...
You can tell me,
when you're ready.
You can talk to me.
I wanna know all about you.
- I'm afraid of that too.
- Tommy, you can
tell me anything.
When you want to, that is.
- I know.
I will, I swear.
It's just, you
know how I told you
my parents died
when I was a kid?
- Yeah.
Well, what happened to them?
If you don't mind me asking.
- I...
Don't really remember.
I mean, I do, but...
It's more like
memories of memories,
if that makes any sense.
Some things are still fuzzy.
It's not that they died...
It's how.
- Still no sign of
your folks, Tommy?
Well, it's your birthday,
and I'm sure they've got
something really special
planned for you today.
They'll be here any minute.
You'll see.
- Move your buns, hun.
- Coming, coming.
- Cleo, come on.
Okay.
- You sure everyone's
at the park already?
- Absolutely. They're
just waiting on us to bring the
birthday boy.
- All right, take a right.
- I'm taking a right here.
Do you see where
we're at on the map?
- I think so.
- What's it say?
"Pork? Park?"
Where's the party?
Ah, shit with words.
- Have you
figured it out yet?
- Just take a left here.
- Ugh...but he's making a left
here.
- Well, just take a left.
- You've made us do
four left turns in a row.
We're essentially
going in a circle.
- We are not
going in a circle.
- Dale, get us here.
Worst drunk ever. Oh, now
he's throwing shit at us.
- Ignore him, he's drunk.
- Fuck, this
motherfucker's taunting us.
I'm ending his ass.
- No, calm down.
- Tommy, I had no idea.
I am so, so sorry.
If I would've known, I
would've never let that-
- Hey, I know.
I know.
It's just...
It's not something I've
ever really talked about.
Or at least, I never have.
Maybe that's a good thing?
- No wonder you're
afraid of clowns.
- Eden, I'm not afraid of them.
I hate them.
- Isn't hate the
same thing as fear?
- You want to be my therapist?
Come on! It wasn't that scary.
- No, it was, which was awesome.
It was also freezing in
there, and you're really warm.
- Oh, excuse me.
- I'm sorry.
Dr. Lee.
Uh, Dr. Lee, this is
my girlfriend, Eden.
Eden, this is my
therapist, Dr. Lee.
It's cool, Doc. Full disclosure.
- So, which movie did
you guys see tonight?
- "Family Possessions." It's
really creepy if
if you're
nto that sort of thing.
- Oh, me? No. I actually
never liked horror movies.
I had a bad experience
once when I was a kid.
I'm going to see
"A Chance of Snow."
I love the director.
So, um...
well, I have to go inside now,
but it was nice meeting you,
and I'll see you
next week, right?
- Sure will, Doc.
- Have a good night.
- Welcome back to
"The Real Story."
I'm Jack J. Jackson.
Breaking news in the
Klutzo the Clown case.
We've just received
word that the judge
has declared a mistrial
due to juror misconduct.
The BHBJ viewers may recall
from earlier this afternoon,
when one juror jumped
up from his seat,
and tried to attack
the defendant.
As a result, all charges of
sexual abuse against a minor
have been dropped.
Dropped!
Prosecutors are scrambling
to put together new
evidence, but...
Klutzo! Jack J Jackson
from "The Real Story with Jack
J. Jackson."
" Tell me, how does it feel
to be released on a
technicality, despite
the heinous nature of the
crimes that you committed?"
Are you at all
affected by the fact
that one of the jurors
was so disgusted
by the description
of your crime,
that they felt the
need to attack you?
There you have it. Clowns.
Innocent bystanders,
or disgusting vermin
playing on the childish
nature of society.
You have to decide.
This is Jack J.Jackson
with "The Real Story."
- Clown lives don't matter!
- Creeps off the street!
- Clown lives don't matter!
- Creeps off the street!
- Clown lives don't matter!
- Creeps off the street!
- Clown lives don't matter!
- Creeps off the street!
- Clown lives don't matter!
- Creeps off the street!
- Clown
lives don't matter!
- Creeps off the street!
- Clown lives don't matter!
- Creeps off the street!
- Clown lives don't matter!
- Creeps off the street!
- You fucking monster.
They're just...
You die, clown.
- God damn kids.
No one stands up to
Klutzo the Clown.
No one!
I swear, the next little
bastard I get my hands on,
I'm gonna take it
all out on him.
He is gonna get it!
One of these days,
they're all gonna get it.
And I'm the one that's
gonna give it to 'em.
Oh, I am so gonna
give it to 'em!
Well, looks like it's just
you and me tonight, handsome.
Oh, oh!
Help me! Help me!
- Help you?
Like you...
Helped all those kids?
Those children?
You sick fuck.
You know what?
Today is your lucky day.
I'd be happy to help you.
But, it's not gonna be easy.
No, no, no.
It's not enough that
we face our fears...
You have to destroy them.
And well, since you don't
really have a face anymore...
I'm just gonna
have to improvise.
Shut the fuck up!
- What the hell
happened to his face?
- It gets worse, actually.
- His fucking face
is melted off.
How could it possibly
get any worse?
- Ask me about his genitals.
- Please, don't make me.
- Just ask.
- What about his genitals?
- We have no idea
where they are.
- Jesus. Somebody really
fucking hates clowns.
- That's what I'm afraid of.
- What?
- Well, this is the
third dead clown in
as many weeks, right?
- I guess. And?
- Doesn't it seem a little-
- You were gonna say
funny, weren't you?
- I was gonna say odd.
- Bull fucking shit.
Three, huh?
- Well, technically, the
second one was a mime.
But yeah, three.
- And if two is a pattern...
- Then three's a...
- Shit.
- Yeah.
Something tells me this
shit ain't over yet.
- Maybe we got lucky
and it's a pissed off parent?
- Maybe.
Kids?
He got off easy.
Fucking monster.
- So the report came
back on that strangle vic
from a few weeks ago. The guy
who lived there said
his friend used to be a clown.
- A clown?
- That's what he said.
Apparently he used to
be pretty good too.
He used to do a thing
with handkerchiefs.
- A clown.
Hey, wait. I need you
to pull all the unsolved murders
and missing persons
for the last two, make it four
weeks.
- You got it.
- You think we missed something?
- I think we missed them'
cause we didn't know
what to look for.
- Where are we heading?
- The one place you go when
you want to learn something.
Back to school.
- Good, kid.
Looks real nice.
You guys are a bunch of cutups.
Gentlemen.
Oh.
Detectives, I'm sorry.
How can I help you?
- Detective Mueller,
Detective Vasquez.
- You the guy who
runs the circus?
- Joey Z, at your service.
Welcome.
What can I do for you?
- We're looking into
some recent incidents,
and we need to know if you've
had any problems lately.
- Problem, Officers?
- Problems.
Any fights? Anyone flunk out?
Swear revenge? Drugs?
- The only problems
here are about
when somebody
steals a clown gag.
Come on, what's going on?
It's about the
disappearances, isn't it?
Word travels fast around here.
We're a pretty big family.
- What about anyone
making threats here?
Or someone who
hates clowns, maybe?
Or someone who holds
a grudge against you-
- You people?
- I was gonna say you
entertainer types, actually.
Now look, if anyone comes
to mind, give us a call.
- Hey, Joey. The three
o'clock's about to start.
They need those pies.
- A lot of people hate clowns.
I'll call you, if I
find anything funny.
- What do you think?
- I think he's scared.
Could see it in his eyes.
If he knew anything, he would've
told us in a heartbeat.
- So the thing is, is it's
not really about the prop.
It's about connecting
with your audience.
You're performing.
It's not about what you do,
as much as it is about
making the audience feel.
You, your presence on the
stage.
It's part of the performance.
That's really...
That's really a...
That's really a...
- Janitor says this place
should be packed with clowns.
He came in this
morning, not a soul.
No students, no Joey Z, nobody.
And my guess is? That's why.
- Tech just pulled
this off the HVAC unit.
Whoever hooked this up knew
exactly what they were doing.
- Why would he gas and
kidnap the entire classroom?
Why not just waste them
all and be done with it?
- Maybe it's too quick and easy.
Maybe he wants them to suffer.
- Fourteen, detectives!
That's how many bodies we
found in the back of that van,
like some goddamn
clown car from hell!
And you mean to tell me we
don't have any goddamn leads?
- Well, sir, we're
waiting on a report.
- No, Captain. No, we don't.
- You mean with all the cameras
in this whole fuckin' town,
nobody has seen anything?
That doesn't make
any goddamn sense!
- Captain, nothing about
this guy makes any sense.
He's got no M.O.
Hell, we can't
even find a print.
- Well, you better find a print.
You better find a lead.
Because the media's getting
ready to turn this into a-
- Circus, Captain?
- I was gonna say
shit show, Detective.
There are 14 innocent bodies
in the back of that van.
Now, I want you to
find that bastard
before any more bodies pile up.
You get me?
- Yes, Captain.
- Yes, Captain.
- Shut the door.
And tell the Mayor
she can suck my dick.
- You're making that call.
What are you thinking?
- I'm thinking if we don't
find out who's doing this,
we're gonna wish we were
in the back of that van.
- I wonder what that
psycho is gonna do next.
- Hey there.
Hungry?
- Yippee-ki-yay, you
rubber nose fuck!
- Come on, man!
You don't have do this!
I got a wife!
I got a family, man!
I got kids!
I got a dog, man. I got a dog!
- Dr. Lee? Courtney?
- Eden, right?
- How are you?
- Where's Tommy? Is he okay?
- He's fine. I mean, I think so.
It's just, um...
A couple of things have
happened lately with clowns
that have me kind of worried.
- Eden, look, I really
can't talk to you
about my sessions with Tommy.
And that would completely betray
any doctor-patient
confidentiality.
- No, I know. I'm
not asking that.
It's just...
I don't know.
I know I haven't
known him that long...
But seeing that side of
him, it was like he was-
- Like he was an entirely
different person?
Look, normally I don't speak to
a patient's significant other.
- I know, I know.
But he did say full
disclosure, right?
So that has to count for
something, doesn't it?
- You know, I can tell
that you mean a lot to him.
And certainly he
means a lot to you.
Why don't you take
a walk with me?
So, Eden, how much
do you really know
about Tommy's childhood?
- I mean, some, you know?
Just what he's told me.
I know his parents
died when he was young.
And he told me about the
clown with the red balloons
right before it happened.
I know about the
time he spent here.
About his coulrophobia.
- His parents didn't just die...
They were killed by that clown.
- Oh my God.
- I mean, at least
that's how Tommy sees it.
It's a horrible
accident, I know.
But in Tommy's mind,
it wasn't a person who
murdered his parents,
it was that clown.
And it wasn't until
about 10 years later
where Tommy's fear and
hatred of clowns truly began.
- Angela, I'm home.
Angela?
- Tommy.
Hey, Tommy, this is...
- I know, who he is.
- Look, kid, I-
- You killed my parents,
you son of a bitch!
I'm gonna kill you!
- Tommy!
- Look, kid. I've been thinking
for ten years about what to say,
and I'm gonna say it,
- Tommy, just hear
him out, please!
- I know it was my fault,
but I was driving the van.
But it was that clown.
That goddamn clown.
It was him!
He made me do it.
- You said your peace.
I think you should go now, okay?
- You gotta believe me. It
was all that damn clown.
You goddamn clown!
Fuckin' asshole.
- Police, freeze!
He's got a knife!
He's alive! We got a live one!
- Get an EMT in here, now!
- Oh my God.
I had no idea.
He was just a little boy.
No wonder he can't stand clowns.
- Well, it's not
just that, Eden.
I mean, that night
in the theater,
he suffered a mental breakdown.
You know? And when someone
experiences that kind of trauma,
it could completely fracture
their psyche for years.
- So what are you
saying, exactly?
- What I'm saying is
that he's demonized them
to the point where he
doesn't see a person,
he sees a monster.
And not in the literal sense,
and certainly not any longer.
But if you want him to be happy,
you can no longer have him
encounter clowns at all.
- Okay, so what if...
There were someone
that used to be a clown
that isn't anymore?
Do you think that
would still count?
Like somebody he could
sit down with and talk to.
Someone that could show him
that clowns are just normal,
fucked up people like
the rest of us, you know?
Not monsters.
- I think that's
a really bad idea.
Eden, you know, we can't
predict how Tommy will react.
And I know you wanna help
him, but I advise you not to.
And you just don't know what
could happen, unfortunately,
with these circumstances, okay?
- Okay.
I understand.
Hey, Mom.
Hey, what are you up to?
Do you wanna maybe
grab dinner tonight?
Okay. Uh huh.
Yeah, I'll see you
there around seven.
Sound good?
All right, thanks. Bye.
- Excuse me.
Terribly sorry, but aren't
you Debbie di Prima.
- It's Deborah, darling.
And yes, I am.
- I hate to bother you...
Could I trouble you
for an autograph?
I'm a really big fan of yours.
- Oh, but of course.
Anything for a fan.
- You are so amazing.
Isn't she something?
- Yes, she is.
- Here.
- Thank you so much, Deborah.
Ciao.
- Sorry about that, dear.
Now, where were we?
- Ah, yes, Tommy.
- Well...
It's about Malcolm, my father.
I need to find him.
- Eden!
Why would you want to open
that can of tequila worms?
You know he'll never change!
He is the same, selfish,
delusional drunk
he has always been.
- Well, you married him, so
what's that say about you?
- Right.
It says I was a fool.
A fool for a silver tongued
devil with golden words.
And those eyes.
Oh god, those eyes.
So you were in love then?
- For a very short while, yes.
- So, you know how I feel?
I'd do anything for Tommy,
even if it means
making peace with...
Malcolm.
- Well, so tell me,
what is Tommy's issue?
- Well, he's afraid of clowns.
Terrified, actually.
And I thought that-
- Wait, you thought
that sitting him down
across the table from his worst
nightmare was a good idea?
- I don't know.
I just thought, maybe if
he could talk to somebody
who used to be a clown,
he could see that
they're just people
under all that makeup
and wigs and big shoes.
- Oh, I don't know, Eden.
It does not sound
like a good idea.
- That's what his
therapist said.
-Oh! So his therapist and
your mother both agree,
and you still won't listen?
- Would you have listened to
your mom when you were in love?
- Ah, you're in love
now, are you, darling?
And you think your father can
actually help with this issue?
- Well, I don't think he
could make things any worse.
- It's Malcolm Fossor, darling.
That man can always
make things worse.
Oh...
- Please.
Please, Mom.
- It's that important
to you then?
- He's that important to me.
- I...
I may know where your father is.
- Mom.
Mom?
- Oh, come now, darling.
I spent a small part of
my life loving that man,
and the rest of it hating him.
You really think I
wouldn't keep tabs
on his whereabouts?
- You do know where he is then.
- Even when that man dies, I
want to be the first to know.
Now look, I'll think
about it, okay?
All right.
Now, can we please
order something to eat?
I am starving.
- Bastian, what are you doing?
- Listen, we need to talk.
Okay, I know how
you feel about me,
but it's not about me,
it's about your boyfriend.
- Oh, God, Bastian. Let it go.
You don't think I know
you've been following us?
Following him?
- Okay, just forget
about all of it.
Just forget all of it.
Listen, how well
do you know him?
Like, actually know him.
You see, I've been
doing some digging.
- You've been
doing some digging?
Bastian, you're not a reporter!
You're not even a journalist.
You're an IT guy who writes
a conspiracy theory blog.
That's it.
- Right. Just listen to me.
Okay.
Okay.
I may have peeked at
some of your emails.
- You hacked my emails?
- Peeked at, right?
Peeked, not hacked.
And all I'm saying is,
you don't really
know who this guy is.
Or well, what this guy is.
Oh, who's that? Is that him?
- That's none of your business.
What is your problem with Tommy?
- My problem is,
is when he's around,
certain people die.
Certain clown people.
And it's been happening
all around him,
everywhere he's been for
the past couple of years.
And no one's ever put it
together, except for me.
- What are you saying?
- What I'm saying is,
he's a serial killer.
Well, like a clown
serial killer.
And when he's
around, people die!
And I have proof.
- You have proof?
Then show me.
- Well, I don't have it here,
it's back in my apartment.
- Oh, God, Bastian.
I thought you had
a thing for me,
but I thought it was just, you
know, maybe a little crush.
Now I see that
you're really sick?
- Sick?
No, no, not me.
It's him, it's Tommy.
He's the one who's sick.
- I think you better
go now, Bastian.
- Right.
- Hello?
- Malcolm?
- Yup, that's me.
- Malcolm Fossor?
- Who's that, love?
- It's Eden.
- Uh, Steven?
Sorry, I don't know
anyone named Steven.
- Eden.
Di Prima, your daughter.
- Edie,
my little girl!
Is that you?
- Don't talk,
Malcolm. Just listen.
Look, I've never asked
you for anything...
Until now.
- Otis, my friend.
Exceptional driving.
You got me here safe and sound.
Well done, sir.
Well done.
Home sweet home.
- Look, I know why
I'm so nervous,
but are you sure you're okay?
- I'm sorry.
Just having a hard time
turning my brain off.
- Meeting my dad was
too big of a step.
- That and the
whole clown thing.
Other than that, I'm
peachy.
- Listen...
Just don't think
about him, okay?
Think about me.
- That, I can do.
- Here she is. My little girl.
Let your dear old dad
take a look at you.
- You're early.
You're never early.
- Well, love, people can change.
Especially when they've
been away so very long.
- And sometimes the
more they change,
the more they stay the same.
- Nonsense.
This is just to
take the edge off.
So who's this handsome young
man you've brought to meet me?
- Tommy.
Tommy dos Santos.
It's a pleasure
to meet you, sir.
Eden's told me a lot about you.
- I'll bet she has.
Well then!
I think we should have
drinks all around.
- Another glass
of Prosecco, sir?
- Please. And leave
the bottle, dear.
So Tommy, I believe you have
the hots for my daughter.
- I'm sorry, sir?
Oh, yes, sir.
- It's all right.
Settle down, young man.
I mean, this is not the
Army, for fuck's sake.
You have no need
to call me "sir."
- Sorry, sir. Malcolm.
Force of habit.
- Sir Malcolm.
Sir Malcolm.
You know, I like
the way that sounds.
- I think so too.
Now, if you can play nice
for a couple of minutes,
I'm gonna use the restroom.
Will you excuse me?
- So, Tommy...
- So...
Sir Malcolm.
- You know who I am, of course.
And you know what
I've been, right?
- I know what you are.
You're her father.
Or at least, that's what
you're supposed to be.
Then again, you were never
really that much of a man,
were you, Sir Malcolm?
You were always more of
a monster, weren't you?
Clown.
It's okay.
So was I.
A monster shaped like a man.
But then, something
happened to me.
She happened to me.
And then I didn't
just feel something,
I felt everything.
- Wow, what'd I miss out on?
- Oh, I've just been
getting to know your...
Your beau.
So, Tommy...
I believe that you're afraid
of clowns, is that right?
Terrified.
- Well, I never said terrified,
I said Tommy has
coulrophobia, which is-
- I know.
I know exactly what it is.
I virtually coined the
phrase back in the day.
But what I've seen on the news,
somebody really hates clowns.
Now...
That wouldn't be
you, would it, sport?
- Tommy might be
afraid of clowns,
but he's not some psycho killer.
- Well, let's have a toast to
friends and to family.
What's the matter, love?
- Well, Malcolm.
- Dad.
- Well, Mal...
The thing about dads is
that they're usually around
every once in a while.
You crawled into the
bottom of a bottle
and you never came out.
- Why am I here, Edie?
What do you want from me?
Huh?
Do you want my blessing?
Do you want me to apologize?
Do you want money?
What is it? What do
you want from me?
- I don't need your anything.
I thought we could
have a conversation.
I thought you could help.
But I forgot, you just
make things worse.
- No, love.
I don't make things worse.
They just get that
way all by themselves.
- No wonder Mom left you.
No wonder everyone leaves you.
I'm very sorry that I
ever looked for you.
- Well, that was an
interesting reunion.
If I was you, I'd get
your ass into gear
and go after her, mate.
- You know...
- For a clown named Giggles,
you're not very funny.
- You know...
For a monster shaped like a man,
you're not very scary.
Oh, one last thing, boy.
When you see her,
tell her that I'm staying
at the Goodnight Inn,
out by the interstate.
Room 59.
And why would I tell her that?
- Because she's gonna
come and look for me
when she cools down.
She always does.
- I don't think so.
- Believe me.
I know my little girl.
- Oh, Tommy dos Santos,
where we going this evening?
Yeah.
Hop into your stupid little
car, you poo-faced git.
Right, Eden. You want proof
your boyfriend's a fucking
psycho?
I'll get you proof.
- "Ah. I always thought that
clowns were supposed
to be funny."
Laugh.
Laugh, clown.
Laugh, clown!
You came back.
I knew you would.
Sweetie, I'm so sorry
for what I said.
I didn't mean any of the...
You!
What the bloody
hell was that for?
Where the fuck is Edie?
- Shut the fuck up, clown.
- Why don't you just run
along home, little boy?
And maybe I'll forget that
this ever happened, huh?
- All she ever
wanted was a father.
And all she ever got was you...
A joke.
- You...
Don't know shit
about me, friend.
- I'm not your friend.
You know what I am.
I'm the final curtain.
Bastard!
- Stay away from me, you prat!
- Look, I don't know
what you think you saw.
- I saw you kill that man.
That clown man.
And now I've got the proof.
And she'll have to listen to me.
And that's not it, man.
I know all about you.
I've been doing my fuckin'
homework. I know you, mate.
And I'm gonna tell everybody.
Eden included.
- I just did the world a favor.
I just did everybody a
favor, especially Eden!
- Is this about your parents?
What happened to them?
I read the file, man.
And the driver said over and
over that clown made it happen.
But the cops could
never find him.
- You don't get to
talk about my parents!
- No, no, no!
It's "There are no
frowns in Clown Town."
Not, "There aren't any
frowns in Clown Town."
How many goddamn times do I
have to tell you the difference?
- Well, you keep
rewriting the script!
It makes it hard
to learn the words
if you keep changing them.
Just give us a break, all right?
- Oh, you need a break, Bozo?
Tell you what, you have five
minutes to learn these lines,
or I find myself
a new lead clown.
I need a clove.
Amateurs!
- Jesus Christ, he is
such a fucking diva!
I mean, it's not our fault
he can't carry a tone
to save his life.
- Be quiet, he'll hear you.
- Oh, fuck him! Let him fire me!
- Yeah, really. The
song sucks anyway!
- Hey man, how'd
you get in here?
- Oh my God, kid!
You all right?
- Clowns. Fucking clowns.
- Hey, what'd you just say, man?
Hey, I might be funny, bitch!
But I could fuck you
up something fierce!
- You killed my parents.
You killed my parents!
You!
- Oh my God, kid?
What did you do?
What did you do?
You need to get outta here.
You need to get outta here, ow.
- They killed my parents.
- You gotta go.
- I remember that.
- Oh my God.
- They had to die.
- Kid, the cops are
gonna be here any minute.
You need to get
outta here, okay?
- How did you find me?
- I followed you.
I tried to stop you from
doing something stupid,
and I screwed that up too.
Now, you need to go.
I can go away, rot in jail,
but you still got a
life ahead of you.
You should go enjoy that.
- Why?
- I can't make it right, but
at least can make us even.
Why?
- We're even, motherfucker.
- Police, freeze!
He's got a knife!
Drop the knife!
He's alive! We got a live one!
- Get an EMT in here, now!
- It's just one
flight of stairs.
- Technically it's three
flights, smart-ass.
- Detectives.
We just found this upstairs.
- Ooh.
It's even unlocked.
Look at the last
few photos he took.
- Now who do you
suppose this is?
You think this is
our clown killer?
- I don't think we
could get that lucky.
- Time stamped on
his pictures, 10:13.
Which is right around the time
of death the coroner gave us.
What if this guy did this?
- You think our dead
guy knows the killer?
Well, knew, I guess.
- I think he knew something,
and that's why he's dead.
Come on, let's go find
out where he lives.
- You know, it's a
shame about that boy.
I really did like him.
You guys let me know if you
need something extra, okay?
- U, I think you better
come check this out.
What do you think?
- I think we need to find
out just who the hell
this Tommy dos Santos
is, that's what.
- Eden.
I wasn't expecting...
Eden, what's wrong?
What is it?
- You know, I just
couldn't let it go.
How smug he was, how
mean he was to you.
So I found out where
he was staying.
It's not hard.
Cheap motels by the bus station.
I had to talk to him, you know?
Just really let him have it.
- Hey, what happened?
- Well, I went to his
room, but it was empty,
and the manager said that
he never saw him check out,
so I just don't...
- Hey, come.
- Why would he just
leave like that?
- Well, you did make
it sound pretty final
when you left dinner
the other night.
- We fight. We always fight.
Families do that, you know?
Oh God, Tommy, I'm sorry.
I wasn't thinking.
- It's okay.
It's okay.
Eden, I'm sure he's fine.
You said it yourself, he likes
to pull disappearing acts.
Yeah?
I'm sure this is
just the latest show.
All the world's a stage
to a clown, right?
Come away with me.
- What?
Where?
- Anywhere you want.
We'll sneak off someplace
sunny and tropical
for a few weeks.
Or you know, forever.
- Yeah, but what about-
- What about what?
What about work?
Take a vacation, call in sick.
Hell, quit.
- Tommy, I can't just quit.
- Yes, you can.
Eden...
I have more than enough
money to take care of us.
My aunt made sure of that.
So run away with me.
Eden...
I love you,
and I think you love me.
And for me, that's enough.
- Tommy, I do.
I do love you.
- So let's go away together.
We don't have to stay gone,
but I wanna show you the world
that's out there
beyond this city.
- Okay.
Let's do it.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
But my stuff.
- We'll get my stuff here,
and then we'll go to your
place to get your stuff,
and then it's off
to the airport.
- Where are we gonna go?
- I have no idea.
We'll just know
when we get there.
- You are crazy,
Tommy dos Santos.
You know that, right?
- Not anymore, I'm not.
In fact, I don't think
I've ever felt better.
I'm tired of this life.
I wanna start a new one.
One with you.
Passports.
We might need passports.
Would you grab mine?
It's in the middle
drawer of that dresser.
The drawer on the right,
not the one on the...
The one on the left.
Eden, I can explain.
- Tommy, where did you get this?
Where?
- It's not what you think.
- Goddammit, Tommy,
just tell me.
This is my father's necklace.
I know that because I gave
it to him when I was little.
I had no idea he still
had it. But how did you...
Oh, God.
It's you, isn't it?
The one they've been
talking about on the news?
The Clown Killer?
- Eden, just calm down.
- Calm down?
You killed all those people!
- But they weren't people.
Why can't you see that?
- Tommy, you killed
my father, didn't you?
- So now he's your father?
- Don't you dare.
- Eden, I didn't
murder your father...
I killed a monster.
Don't you see that?
They're all monsters.
- Oh, God. He knew.
- What are you talking about?
- Bastian. He knew.
I didn't listen.
- You don't have to
worry about him anymore,
he won't be bothering us.
- Oh, God. What did you do?
He's not a clown.
- He was an accident, I swear.
I swear.
I would never,
ever kill a person.
- And what about my father, huh?
He was a person too!
- You know what he was.
- Oh, God.
And what about this person?
What about this person?
What about all those people,
you psycho son of a bitch!
- I am not crazy!
And they were not people.
They weren't even human,
they were monsters!
Eden, they're all monsters!
- I only see one
monster right now.
- Eden, I don't
want to hurt you.
- You get away from me.
- Eden, you just
don't understand.
Please, just put the
knife down, sweetie, okay?
- Don't call me that.
You killed those people.
You killed all of those people!
- No!
Stop.
Stop, Eden!
- Now who looks
like a clown, huh?
- What...
Did you do to me?
- You stay right here.
If our guy runs, this
is his only way out.
- Copy that.
- I don't know. I got a
funny feeling about this one.
- Really. Really?
- You're just mad 'cause
I thought of it first.
All right, let's go.
- Freeze!
- Try to let him
get to you, kid.
You just gotta
drown out the noise.
That's all it is.
Just white noise.
Ah, Dr. Lee.
This is Donnie, our
new guard staff.
- Hey, nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
- After you, Doc.
- Thank you.
- It's a hell of a
first day you, kid.
This one still
gives me the creeps,
and it's been months now.
- Gives you the creeps?
Come on. Who is that?
Oh, God!
What the hell was that?
- It's your hell of
a first day, man,
- You got that right.
Listen, come on. Who is it?
- You remember the Clown Killer?
- No, really?
Bullshit.
Really?
- Oh, yeah.
- What the hell
did I sign up for?
I hear they're still
finding bodies.
- 42 and counting so far.
- How can somebody decide
to do something so horrible
to something so funny?
- I don't think
clowns are funny,
but when you lose a parent like
that, you're bound to snap.
Still though...
Hear she had complete
mental breakdown
when she found out
that her boyfriend
killed all those people,
killed her own father even.
They say she just lost it.
And I hear when
the cops showed up,
she even had tried
to attack them.
- And now?
- And now all she
sees are clowns.
- You mean?
- Yep.
Any luck today, Doc?
- Not this time, gentlemen.
But we'll keep trying,
and maybe someday she'll
come around again.
- Now I know
how this might look,
but I assure you, I'm not
crazy.
I'm just sick.
And you know what they say...
Laughter is the best medicine.
But that's the thing
about laughter.
It doesn't just
come from nowhere.
It starts off as a giggle,
and it gets stronger
and stronger...
Until it explodes.
It's a disease that spreads
until it affects everyone.
And laughter, well,
it can never die.
But Giggles sure did.
And so can you.