Shot in the Dark (2021) Movie Script
1
[dramatic slashing]
[raven cawing]
[moody piano music]
[rain pattering]
[thunder crashing]
[soft jazz music]
[woman singing]
- [William] I mean like
pink crib or blue crib.
- No, stop it!
Yellow is fine.
- [William] That's very neutral.
- Girls can like blue.
I love blue.
[thunder crashing]
I mean,
I was thinking
maybe we go slower.
[thunder crashing]
[alarm blaring]
[moody instrumental music]
- [Officer] You know,
I just can't believe
that she agreed.
Wow.
Yeah, supposedly tonight.
No, I'm serious.
- [Woman] Carter?
- [Officer] Yeah.
- [Woman] Yeah, so
that was two days ago.
He's missing. He
didn't come home.
- Can you hold on one second?
I'm gonna have to call you back.
- Yeah, so it's about my son.
[truck grinding gravel]
[stopwatch ticking]
[instrumental music continues]
- Ah, where'd you come from?
[dramatic instrumental music]
- It has been confirmed that
another box has just arrived
at the Wallow County
Sheriff's Station.
- [Sam] Kathleen had that
only when I was older.
- [Clay Oh, shoot!
- [Sam Right?
- [Clay] Okay, yeah.
Yeah, you lost me.
What's that?
Yeah.
What's that song about her
fucking that chumongo dick?
- [Waitress] I'll be right
back with your fries.
- [Young Man] Thank you, ma'am.
- All right, thank you.
- [Sam] "Like a Virgin."
- Yeah, that's the one.
God, that thing in the square
today was fucking nuts.
- [Newscaster]
Ferrell, 27 at the time
of his disappearance
was a construction
worker in Wallow County
and described by many
as quiet and kind.
- I think I met him.
- Really?
- Yeah, he was like,
really sweet to me.
[dramatic instrumental music]
[woman laughing]
- He's leaving clues.
- What?
- [Newscaster] With three
of the five victims--
- He wants to be caught.
I don't know what the
psychology is behind everything,
but a lot of serial
killers do this.
They want to be caught.
- Okay, can we just address
this really quickly?
Who here thinks the
killer is a man?
- [Newscaster] Other county
officials are now involved.
- [Young Man] Everyone.
Everyone.
He's a guy.
It's a guy.
- Joshua Ferrell, 65 days ago.
- It's a guy.
- [Sam] Give me one
piece of evidence
why it couldn't be a woman.
- [Sheryl] Yeah, she's right.
There's no reason it
couldn't be a woman.
- [Sam] Thank you, Cheryl.
- [Arty] I heard
that the only thing
they found left of Ferrell
was two of his fingers in a box.
- [Clay] I mean,
how fucked up do you have
to be to cut people up,
put 'em in a box,
and show it to their families?
- Breaking news.
Authorities have just released
footage of the suspect
they are looking to question
in connection with the murders.
Now there isn't
much to go off of,
but he's definitely Caucasian,
male, brunette,
between 5'10" and 6'1",
150 to 170 pounds.
Notice the prominent red hat.
- You want some fries?
He doesn't need
to eat all those.
- It's been two years, man.
See you later, man.
- Come on, man.
What?
I mean, what are we supposed
to, walk on eggshells
for a decade?
- You could have been
more sensitive about it.
- We've been really
sensitive about it.
- I don't even get why you
guys still hang out with him.
- Nope.
Sam, just.
- Okay.
All right.
- Should I apologize?
Would that make
everybody feel better?
- [Sam] Clay, isn't that your?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- [Arty] Oh shit!
- [Clay] Hey!
You son of a bitch!
- [Young Man] Clay, Clay!
[glass breaking]
- [Older Coroner] Can
you handle this alone?
- [Bill] The job?
No.
- [Older Officer] Then I'll
have to flip you for it.
- [Bill] Flip me for it?
Flip me for what?
- [Older Coroner] Who stays.
- [Bill] So if I
win, I can leave.
- [Older Coroner] Sure, exactly.
- [Bill] You got a coin?
- [Older Officer] Should have.
- [Clay] This is it, okay?
I'm done.
- [Man] Drop the charges.
- [Clay] No!
- [Man] Drop the charges.
- [Clay] Why?
- [Man] It's your choice!
- [Clay] Good!
- [Man] He won't be released
unless you drop charges.
- [Clay] Fucking good!
He fucking made his bed,
now he can fucking shit in it.
That's not my fucking
friend in there.
- [Yong woman] He's gonna
pay for the damages.
- [Clay] It's not about
the fucking damages.
- [Young Woman] He's our friend.
- [Clay] He's not our friend.
- [Young Man] He is.
- He's not.
The guy in there
hasn't been our friend in a
really long, fucking time.
- [Young Man] He's
gonna pay for the car.
- It's not about
the fucking car.
It's not about the-
oh, god.
What do you wanna do?
You wanna drop the charges?
- [Newscaster] Aside
from being white, male,
no other connection
has been established.
Authorities ask
that you be vigilant
when you're in your home,
maintain an awareness
of your surroundings,
change up your routine,
and please call the police
if you notice anything
out of ordinary.
[loud bar chatter]
- William.
William.
[man sighing]
There's a party
at Arty's tonight.
You're welcome to come.
[truck starting]
- [Man On Radio]
I mean, seriously,
it's been two months
and it's nada.
You'd think the police
would have something by now.
I mean, some sort of clue,
a fingerprint, or something.
Oh, they do have something?
[camera snapping]
Okay, I can't
really see anything.
[eerie instrumental music]
- Wait a minute, that's it?
Sorry, folks.
Well, apparently, I've
just been informed
they do have footage of a guy
with a low brimmed, red hat
purchasing supplies
at a hardware store.
Have you folks seen this?
A guy entered a local
hardware store in Douglas
and purchased some
questionable items
like plastic sheeting,
boxes.
Things everyone buys, I guess?
All right, well that's
Still pretty much
nothing if you ask me.
You know, he purchased
it with cash,
so I guess what
they're telling us
is that we should
be on the lookout
for a guy with a red hat.
- [Bill] I'm about to get
outta here for the night.
Need anything?
- Hmm?
Do you need anything?
- Come here and look at this.
- Oh, hell.
- [Older Coroner] What?
- Call the Mrs,
tell her you gonna miss dinner.
[moody piano music continues]
- Where's my ring?
- [Young Man] Your ring?
- Yeah.
- Where is the last?
- It's okay, it's all right.
- We'll find it, okay?
- [Young Man] It's all right.
Where do you remember it last?
[phone ringing]
- William?
[somber instrumental music]
- [Lily] I wanted
to make this for you
as a way of saying I'm sorry.
Don't judge.
[mellow jazz music]
[woman singing]
[knocking at door]
I wanna say this is
my way of telling you
That I can't get about you
I want you to
know this is me
- Why do you come here?
- What?
- [William] Why
do you come here?
- You.
- [William] What?
- You know why.
- No, I don't. Why
do you come here?
- I thought you'd want me to.
I want say this is
my way of telling you
- Good night, Sheryl.
- [Lily] Well, I'm a nerd.
Okay, I'm gonna go.
Bye.
[William sighing]
[wind blowing]
[eerie instrumental music]
[men struggling]
[eerie instrumental
music continues]
[door creaking]
[lamp buzzing]
[loud whining]
[eerie instrumental
music continues]
[stopwatch ticking]
[upbeat rock music]
[man struggling]
[man yelling]
[eerie instrumental
music continues]
- Help me.
Help me.
Please, please.
Help me.
Help me.
[upbeat rock music]
- Hey.
Where you've been?
You all right?
- Help me.
Help me, please.
Help, help.
Help me.
- Hey.
Hi, babe.
How's it going?
Want a drink?
- I have one.
- [Friend] Oh, coming prepared.
I'm gonna steal
some of that later.
I hope you know that.
- [Man On Floor] Help me.
Help me.
Help!
[eerie instrumental
music continues]
Help!
- [Man] The only thing
they found left of Ferrell
was two of his fingers in a box.
[dramatic instrumental music]
[man struggling]
[man yelling]
[dramatic instrumental music]
[man struggling]
[man yelling]
- You read the tables, right?
I mean, you're right.
You know. [indistinct]
- [Clay] Will!
- Yes!
- You look good, man.
- Okay.
- Come on in!
- Come in here!
- What's up?
What?
- How are you doing, man?
- I'm good. How are you?
- It's good seeing you again.
- Hey, it's so great seeing you.
How are you?
- Good seeing you too.
Is this?
- Yeah.
- All right, cool.
Thought we'd-
- So, how long do
we have you for?
- Oh, two weeks.
- Okay.
- Yeah, I gotta,
I have a book signing
I have to get back for.
- Ooh!
- Book signing.
- Yes!
- Big old.
- Congrats on that by the way.
[group chuckling]
- But,
why you been shaking your head?
- I don't know.
It's 'cause you're a yuppie now.
- Oh, I know.
- Pretty yuppie though.
Pretty.
- A pretty yuppie.
- I like this sweater.
- Thank you.
- It's great.
- The sweater?
- [Sheryl] It was a joke.
- Hey, guys. What's up?
Can I get you guys
drinks to start?
- What do you want, man?
- Whiskey, neat.
- [Young Man] I'm
gonna do water.
- [Second Young Man] No, no.
He's having whiskey.
I'm having whiskey.
You're having whiskey.
- Do you have one of
those curly straws,
that look cool when
you're drinking?
- Why would you?
- Sorry, what's your name?
- Lily.
- Lily?
- Yes.
- Oh, like the flower.
- Like the restaurant?
- Yeah, right back there.
- See that right there?
[group laughing]
- Oh.
This is?
- That's the name
of the restaurant.
- Ah, small town!
You know where people
actually like own and work.
- I don't know. I haven't
been in one in a while.
- I know, I know.
I'm mean, that's why I'm
explaining it to you.
- Well, you have a lovely,
lovely establishment here.
- Thank you very much.
I appreciate that.
Okay, so you guys good?
- We're good.
Are you good?
- I'll be right back.
[group laughing]
- People!
Oh my god, didn't they teach you
how to pick up a
girl in New York?
- No, no, I'm a writer.
We don't,
we sit in closets.
[group laughing]
- That's not true.
- You need to skip to the part
where you tell her you're rich.
- [Young Man] I like that.
- You can finish mine too.
This was a huge salad.
It was big, okay?
- [Young Woman] Your salad?
- [Sheryl] Yes!
- [Young Man] It was big, okay?
- It's real big, yeah.
[man chuckling]
- I wonder where he's going.
[woman laughing]
[moody instrumental music]
[stopwatch ticking]
[upbeat rock music]
- Let women be women.
Let them feel stuff.
Name of Daisy,
name of Violet,
Rose sucks.
Don't name 'em Rose.
Women, women already
have all the power.
Why try to make them
something they're not?
You know what I'm saying?
You know what I'm saying?
- Yeah, man.
- Yeah, you know
what I'm saying.
- Finish.
Oh, you?
- [Young Man] I do.
- [Young Woman] Yeah?
- Obviously you don't.
I've only known
you for a minute.
- Yeah.
- [Young Man] What
do you wanna know?
[upbeat rock music continues]
- And that cleared the
wind from the room.
[man sighing]
[eerie instrumental music]
- Strange, there's
a usable print.
- Some coffee for you, Bill.
What'd you say?
- I said there's a
usable print here.
- That's Carter's?
- His on the box.
This one's on the ring.
- [Older Coroner] Off a ring?
- Give me your wedding band.
Come on.
- Don't you drop it,
lose it, or anything.
- I'm not gonna lose it.
- May I have my ring back?
Thank you.
- You're welcome.
[dramatic instrumental music]
[man gagging]
[water lapping]
- Longing for that in some way.
I really liked your book.
- How long you been painting?
Thank you.
- I liked a lot actually.
- The water really
matches your eyes.
[woman laughing]
I wish I was clever,
more clever with
my words right now.
It's kinda made me speechless.
- Your skill set
has been disabled.
- [William] Yeah.
[woman chuckling]
- That's good.
- [William] It's just
nice that she even agreed
to go on a date with me.
- That's what happens when
you get a little bit famous.
- No, that's not why she did it.
She's different, man.
She's,
she gets it, you know? She's--
- This is just a fling, man.
You've known her for
how long, two weeks now?
You're gonna go
back to New York.
You just did this big book tour,
so more people are
gonna know your name.
They're gonna be girls
all over the place.
You're gonna be fine.
It'll be okay.
You're okay.
[man chuckling]
When you go back?
- Two weeks.
- Man.
- Fuck.
- Well, ah,
I got you something to
remember us little people by.
- To Johnny from June.
- I really mean it, man.
I'm really proud of you.
You're doing a good job.
- Did you think
of that yourself,
[man chuckling]
to Johnny from June?
- It's only they had
at the pawn shop.
[man chuckling]
- Oh, I appreciate it.
Thank you.
I'll cherish this.
- [Clay] You're welcome.
- Lovely sentiment.
- [Clay] It's extra
sentimental now.
- Probably meant twice as much
to whoever actually made it.
- [Clay] Stop talking.
I'm hitting the ball.
- Okay, my bad.
- Thank you.
Oh, did you hear that?
- [William] Yeah.
- You bringing her
to the costume party?
[dramatic instrumental music]
- Help me.
Help me.
- What, what did I do to you?
What?
- Help.
Help me.
Help, help!
[moody electronica music]
- What the fuck are you wearing?
[man laughing]
- You said it was
a costume party.
- You believed me?
- It's a cool costume.
- It's a good costume.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- I thought
it was a costume party.
- No.
No, you did not.
[woman laughing]
I'm sorry.
[upbeat pop music]
[knocking at door]
[knocking at door]
[upbeat pop music continues]
- Help me!
I'm the only one in costume!
[man chuckling]
"Saturday Night
Fever" though, right?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Why?
- I thought it was
a costume party.
- I'm just fucking with you.
It's cool,
and pink.
Anyway, if you guys
don't know anyone,
what brought you here?
- Well, I know this guy.
I know Fence too.
- Don't know him.
- No? Okay.
- Lily.
Lily told us about the party.
- Lily?
- Yeah.
- Wait, Lily Thompson?
- You know her?
- Yeah!
Oh yeah, we went out once.
How do you guys know her?
Oh, incoming.
Hot!
[kisses smacking]
[woman giggling]
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Well, look at
you, pretty in pink.
[group laughing]
[eerie instrumental music]
- I'm gonna die.
That's how I felt walking
into that hotel alone,
wearing that pink suit that
everyone made fun of me for,
and for all I knew she was out
on a date with another guy.
The guy who keeps
leaving her flowers.
And once I get to the room
and there's this envelope there,
and inside there's a tape.
She made me a tape.
She, apologizing.
Apparently we just
missed each other.
She was trying to end
things with the guy,
and I don't know if end things
is the right word though.
They were never really together.
- [Lily] Waiting, dealing with.
- At the end of this tape
there's this song that she made.
[woman singing]
And um,
I don't know.
I'm think I'm interested
in seeing where this goes.
[billiards clanging]
- Stop.
I don't need what
you need, okay?
My life is fine where it is.
I like it!
I like my life here.
And you--
- All right.
- I'm not gonna like it.
- I'm crazy about you.
- Don't bring fucking
feelings into this.
It's not about feelings.
- Okay, I love you.
[woman chuckling]
- Okay, stop it.
- What?
- Don't say shit like that.
It's-
[moody instrumental music]
- [William] Fuck it.
[woman chuckling]
[woman laughing in distance]
- [William] I know it's small,
but I got a lot of ideas.
- [Clay] It's not small.
- [William] A lot of
ideas for additions.
- [Clay] It's a nice house.
- [Arty] I wanna see this house.
- Oops, sorry.
[woman laughing]
- Wait.
- Yeah?
- I thought we,
I thought we talked about
putting the paintings up later.
- I know.
I just wanna see how
it looks right here.
You don't like it?
- No, I like it.
I'm just saying
we can, you know,
I think we could decide together
where all the paintings go.
- Okay.
[moody instrumental
music continues]
[typewriter clacking]
[water running]
[stopwatch ticking]
[machine whirring]
[eerie instrumental
music continues]
[machine whirring]
[party chatter]
- [Man] Oh, shit!
Oh, god.
- [Young Man] Dude, no joke.
- [Young Woman] Vince, she okay?
- No, she's fine.
- [Young Man] What
do you want to know?
[man struggling]
- Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck, fuck!
[upbeat rock music]
[eerie instrumental
music continues]
[tape scratching]
[party chatter]
[men struggling]
[punches smacking]
- [woman] Get off of him!
- [William] No, it's not!
I'm not fucking-
- Can I have a paint room?
I can't hang my
painting where I want to
'cause I have a paint room.
Everything goes
in that one room.
I wanted to put it there.
You put the stupid,
fucking tree there.
- [William] You could-
- [Lily] What does
that say to me?
Nothing I do is
important to you?
- You want the fucking
painting there,
we'll put the fucking
painting there.
- Yes, I want it there!
- Okay, we'll put the
fucking painting there!
- [Lily] I wanted it
there in the first place
and you said no!
- [William] No, I didn't say no!
[couple arguing]
[metal clanging]
- There.
There's your new writing room.
I'm still mad at you.
[eerie instrumental
music continues]
[cloth ripping]
[punch smacking]
[blood dripping]
- It's the big day.
Today is the big day.
[fireworks firing]
[woman yelling happily]
- [Cameraman] Somebody's
getting in the correct mindset.
- [Young Man] Speakers
bumping at the party!
- When you get to the
hotel later,
good luck.
[men laughing]
- [Man] Are you getting them?
- [Woman] I'm getting them.
- [Man] It's good.
[woman laughing]
Look at you guys!
[fireworks firing]
[moody instrumental
music continues]
[woman laughing in distance]
[fireworks crackling]
- Okay, ready?
Okay, okay, ready?
Who's lighting?
Who's lighting?
Okay, you get 'em.
Ready?
- [Young Man] Go, go!
[fireworks firing]
[group yelling happily]
[fireworks firing]
Oh, oh!
[group laughing]
- [Woman] Oh my god!
[group chatting happily]
[footsteps crunching]
[man coughing]
- Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Okay?
Fuck you!
Fucking say something!
Say something that
fucking means anything!
Give me something!
Give me something!
[man laughing]
- I wanted to put it
on the fucking wall.
- [Man] That's not all you said.
- [Young Man] William!
- What's up, what's up?
William?
Try not to look too
broken up about it.
- William?
- Hello?
You ready to swing now?
Are you paying attention?
- Give it your all.
- Great.
- Did you ever sit
at Moon and Kivett?
You know, where it straight
just takes you outta town
and if you go right or left,
just swing back
around into town.
Did you ever sit there
and decide to go?
- No.
You free this weekend?
- Yeah.
- Cool.
I'm thinking of packing up
some of Lily's paintings
and sending 'em to
Matt in New York
and see if he can showcase 'em.
- Who's Matt?
- My literary agent.
Fuck!
[man yelling]
- Hey.
[woman sighing]
Yeah.
[man sighing]
Yeah.
- Yeah.
[woman crying happily]
- Oh.
Yeah?
- Yes!
It is!
- Don't be mad.
I don't think you'll
be mad anyways, but-
- Okay?
- I, I took some
samples of your work.
I sent them to Matt and he
showed it to some people,
and they're interested
in doing a gallery
to showcase your work.
[moody instrumental music]
- Hey Will,
do you feel like someone
has been in the house?
- [William] She finally
ends things with that guy,
and the guy keeps
leaving her flowers.
- William, do you need a break?
In her last moments
she was attempting
to reach the phone.
Today we learned
from the coroner
that there were
multiple contusions in
the abdominal region
suggesting that she was
beaten in the stomach
causing internal bleeding
killing both her and the baby.
I know this is hard.
Is there anything you
see in these photos
that might help us?
[moody instrumental music]
You see something?
- No.
[moody instrumental
music continues]
[man whispering]
- Hey Will,
do you feel like someone
has been in the house?
[lighter snapping]
[woman laughing in distance]
[footsteps crunching]
- Quit.
- Fuck!
Fuck you!
Fuck you, you fuck!
Fuck you!
Fuck!
The fuck is this?
Fuck you!
Fuck!
Fuck!
No, fuck you!
No, fuck!
[moody instrumental
music continues]
[cloth ripping]
[moody instrumental
music continues]
- [Newscaster] Aside
from being white, male,
no other connection
has been established.
[plastic tearing]
[moody instrumental music]
[light flickering]
[men struggling]
[punches smacking]
[tape stretching]
[man laughing manically]
- Okay.
Okay.
Stop.
[man grunting]
Okay, okay.
Okay, stop, stop, stop!
You don't have to do this.
You don't have to do this.
You don't have to do this.
Please, don't.
Don't, don't!
Don't do this.
Hey, please.
Don't, don't.
[soft jazz music]
[tape rewinding]
[woman singing]
- [Lily] I just
wanted to say that
I had this weird
drama to deal with
with an old, guy friend.
It's something that I've been
kinda avoiding dealing with,
but it's handled now.
It just took longer
than I expected.
And I wanted to
make this for you
as a way of saying I'm sorry.
Don't judge me.
[woman singing]
- [William] Oh!
[man grunting]
[man chuckling]
[man screaming]
- William.
- [William] Yeah?
- I was thinking
maybe we postpone it?
- The gallery?
You wanna postpone the gallery?
- Yeah, I just,
it's a long way to travel
and I just don't know if it's
safe for me to go right now,
and, yeah.
- I want you to be happy.
You got to start thinking
about the baby now.
- I am thinking about the baby.
[plastic sticking]
I want to say this is
my way of telling you
[man snoring]
[computer chiming]
[dramatic instrumental music]
- Bill?
Bill.
[man startling]
[phones ringing]
- Laughton Police Department.
[stopwatch ticking]
[mirror breaking]
- All right, we should
definitely refill our cups.
Would you like some more?
- Yeah, why don't we?
[phone chiming]
Hold on one second.
- What?
- Check my phone.
I got a phone actually.
Yeah, from my work.
I just got it.
- It's a cell phone!
- Yeah.
Hello?
Yes, sir.
I gotta go.
- Call me.
- Thanks for the number.
- [Woman] All right!
- We fucking grew up
like everyone does.
- What do you mean, grew up?
- And we, we--
[woman sighing]
we're different now.
- When did that happen?
- I don't know when it happened.
There wasn't like a
moment that it happened.
It just, it just happened.
Okay?
Like, over time.
I just,
how do you not see that?
I feel like,
that we're just not
the same people,
and I just,
I don't think we could-
- What do you mean?
- Do this anymore.
[man sighing]
[upbeat blues music]
[door creaking open]
[man sighing]
- This is it.
This is our life.
Fuck.
I'm getting another drink.
[door creaking closed]
[eerie instrumental music]
[stopwatch ticking]
[truck starting]
[eerie instrumental
music continues]
[sirens wailing]
[man grunting]
[eerie instrumental
music continues]
[man panting]
[gun firing]
[eerie instrumental
music continues]
[sirens wailing]
- Help!
[man whimpering]
Help me, please!
Help me, please!
Help!
Please, help!
Please, help me.
- [Officer] It's Sheriff.
- Holy shit.
You're gonna be okay.
Okay, we're here to help.
Okay.
You're okay now.
You're gonna be okay, all right?
All right.
[man weeping]
All right, all right.
You're gonna be okay.
You're gonna be okay.
- Today is a good day
for the people and
city of Laughton.
Mayor Drake stated in a
special press conference
as the suspected killer,
known to the public
as the Mailman Killer,
was found dead in his
home earlier this morning.
Police were first tipped off
when forensics discovered a
fingerprint on a wedding band
that led authorities
directly to him.
That print was an exact match
from one William E Langston.
Langston, once an up
and coming young author,
became reclusive and violent
following his wife Lily's
death two years ago,
racking up multiple
arrests, including battery.
And what was it like
when you saw his body?
- I was researching
leads at the time
when I got the call
on my cell phone.
They told me actually
not to come in,
but I knew him.
I knew the guy,
and he was brought into the
office on several occasions,
incarcerated on
several occasions.
He seemed what you
would think of as nerd,
nerdy, or a geek,
but he was dangerous.
[insects whirring]
[moody instrumental music]
[horse hooves clomping]
[engine starting]
[moody instrumental
music continues]
- Here, let me help you.
- Oh.
Thanks.
- Yeah, have a good day.
[moody instrumental
music continues]
[SUV engine starting]
[moody electronica music]
[moody electronica
music continues]
[upbeat guitar music]
Moonlights
Shot in the dark
It's the target
Leading me half
the way there
Ooh ooh ooh
Headlights
Sparks on the highway
They're lead lines
Leading me half
the way there
Ooh ooh oh
Most of my life's been
the same thing baby
Most of the time
it's the chase
Somewhere I can't place
Don't know where I'm going
No no
Somewhere
I'm going
[dramatic slashing]
[raven cawing]
[moody piano music]
[rain pattering]
[thunder crashing]
[soft jazz music]
[woman singing]
- [William] I mean like
pink crib or blue crib.
- No, stop it!
Yellow is fine.
- [William] That's very neutral.
- Girls can like blue.
I love blue.
[thunder crashing]
I mean,
I was thinking
maybe we go slower.
[thunder crashing]
[alarm blaring]
[moody instrumental music]
- [Officer] You know,
I just can't believe
that she agreed.
Wow.
Yeah, supposedly tonight.
No, I'm serious.
- [Woman] Carter?
- [Officer] Yeah.
- [Woman] Yeah, so
that was two days ago.
He's missing. He
didn't come home.
- Can you hold on one second?
I'm gonna have to call you back.
- Yeah, so it's about my son.
[truck grinding gravel]
[stopwatch ticking]
[instrumental music continues]
- Ah, where'd you come from?
[dramatic instrumental music]
- It has been confirmed that
another box has just arrived
at the Wallow County
Sheriff's Station.
- [Sam] Kathleen had that
only when I was older.
- [Clay Oh, shoot!
- [Sam Right?
- [Clay] Okay, yeah.
Yeah, you lost me.
What's that?
Yeah.
What's that song about her
fucking that chumongo dick?
- [Waitress] I'll be right
back with your fries.
- [Young Man] Thank you, ma'am.
- All right, thank you.
- [Sam] "Like a Virgin."
- Yeah, that's the one.
God, that thing in the square
today was fucking nuts.
- [Newscaster]
Ferrell, 27 at the time
of his disappearance
was a construction
worker in Wallow County
and described by many
as quiet and kind.
- I think I met him.
- Really?
- Yeah, he was like,
really sweet to me.
[dramatic instrumental music]
[woman laughing]
- He's leaving clues.
- What?
- [Newscaster] With three
of the five victims--
- He wants to be caught.
I don't know what the
psychology is behind everything,
but a lot of serial
killers do this.
They want to be caught.
- Okay, can we just address
this really quickly?
Who here thinks the
killer is a man?
- [Newscaster] Other county
officials are now involved.
- [Young Man] Everyone.
Everyone.
He's a guy.
It's a guy.
- Joshua Ferrell, 65 days ago.
- It's a guy.
- [Sam] Give me one
piece of evidence
why it couldn't be a woman.
- [Sheryl] Yeah, she's right.
There's no reason it
couldn't be a woman.
- [Sam] Thank you, Cheryl.
- [Arty] I heard
that the only thing
they found left of Ferrell
was two of his fingers in a box.
- [Clay] I mean,
how fucked up do you have
to be to cut people up,
put 'em in a box,
and show it to their families?
- Breaking news.
Authorities have just released
footage of the suspect
they are looking to question
in connection with the murders.
Now there isn't
much to go off of,
but he's definitely Caucasian,
male, brunette,
between 5'10" and 6'1",
150 to 170 pounds.
Notice the prominent red hat.
- You want some fries?
He doesn't need
to eat all those.
- It's been two years, man.
See you later, man.
- Come on, man.
What?
I mean, what are we supposed
to, walk on eggshells
for a decade?
- You could have been
more sensitive about it.
- We've been really
sensitive about it.
- I don't even get why you
guys still hang out with him.
- Nope.
Sam, just.
- Okay.
All right.
- Should I apologize?
Would that make
everybody feel better?
- [Sam] Clay, isn't that your?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- [Arty] Oh shit!
- [Clay] Hey!
You son of a bitch!
- [Young Man] Clay, Clay!
[glass breaking]
- [Older Coroner] Can
you handle this alone?
- [Bill] The job?
No.
- [Older Officer] Then I'll
have to flip you for it.
- [Bill] Flip me for it?
Flip me for what?
- [Older Coroner] Who stays.
- [Bill] So if I
win, I can leave.
- [Older Coroner] Sure, exactly.
- [Bill] You got a coin?
- [Older Officer] Should have.
- [Clay] This is it, okay?
I'm done.
- [Man] Drop the charges.
- [Clay] No!
- [Man] Drop the charges.
- [Clay] Why?
- [Man] It's your choice!
- [Clay] Good!
- [Man] He won't be released
unless you drop charges.
- [Clay] Fucking good!
He fucking made his bed,
now he can fucking shit in it.
That's not my fucking
friend in there.
- [Yong woman] He's gonna
pay for the damages.
- [Clay] It's not about
the fucking damages.
- [Young Woman] He's our friend.
- [Clay] He's not our friend.
- [Young Man] He is.
- He's not.
The guy in there
hasn't been our friend in a
really long, fucking time.
- [Young Man] He's
gonna pay for the car.
- It's not about
the fucking car.
It's not about the-
oh, god.
What do you wanna do?
You wanna drop the charges?
- [Newscaster] Aside
from being white, male,
no other connection
has been established.
Authorities ask
that you be vigilant
when you're in your home,
maintain an awareness
of your surroundings,
change up your routine,
and please call the police
if you notice anything
out of ordinary.
[loud bar chatter]
- William.
William.
[man sighing]
There's a party
at Arty's tonight.
You're welcome to come.
[truck starting]
- [Man On Radio]
I mean, seriously,
it's been two months
and it's nada.
You'd think the police
would have something by now.
I mean, some sort of clue,
a fingerprint, or something.
Oh, they do have something?
[camera snapping]
Okay, I can't
really see anything.
[eerie instrumental music]
- Wait a minute, that's it?
Sorry, folks.
Well, apparently, I've
just been informed
they do have footage of a guy
with a low brimmed, red hat
purchasing supplies
at a hardware store.
Have you folks seen this?
A guy entered a local
hardware store in Douglas
and purchased some
questionable items
like plastic sheeting,
boxes.
Things everyone buys, I guess?
All right, well that's
Still pretty much
nothing if you ask me.
You know, he purchased
it with cash,
so I guess what
they're telling us
is that we should
be on the lookout
for a guy with a red hat.
- [Bill] I'm about to get
outta here for the night.
Need anything?
- Hmm?
Do you need anything?
- Come here and look at this.
- Oh, hell.
- [Older Coroner] What?
- Call the Mrs,
tell her you gonna miss dinner.
[moody piano music continues]
- Where's my ring?
- [Young Man] Your ring?
- Yeah.
- Where is the last?
- It's okay, it's all right.
- We'll find it, okay?
- [Young Man] It's all right.
Where do you remember it last?
[phone ringing]
- William?
[somber instrumental music]
- [Lily] I wanted
to make this for you
as a way of saying I'm sorry.
Don't judge.
[mellow jazz music]
[woman singing]
[knocking at door]
I wanna say this is
my way of telling you
That I can't get about you
I want you to
know this is me
- Why do you come here?
- What?
- [William] Why
do you come here?
- You.
- [William] What?
- You know why.
- No, I don't. Why
do you come here?
- I thought you'd want me to.
I want say this is
my way of telling you
- Good night, Sheryl.
- [Lily] Well, I'm a nerd.
Okay, I'm gonna go.
Bye.
[William sighing]
[wind blowing]
[eerie instrumental music]
[men struggling]
[eerie instrumental
music continues]
[door creaking]
[lamp buzzing]
[loud whining]
[eerie instrumental
music continues]
[stopwatch ticking]
[upbeat rock music]
[man struggling]
[man yelling]
[eerie instrumental
music continues]
- Help me.
Help me.
Please, please.
Help me.
Help me.
[upbeat rock music]
- Hey.
Where you've been?
You all right?
- Help me.
Help me, please.
Help, help.
Help me.
- Hey.
Hi, babe.
How's it going?
Want a drink?
- I have one.
- [Friend] Oh, coming prepared.
I'm gonna steal
some of that later.
I hope you know that.
- [Man On Floor] Help me.
Help me.
Help!
[eerie instrumental
music continues]
Help!
- [Man] The only thing
they found left of Ferrell
was two of his fingers in a box.
[dramatic instrumental music]
[man struggling]
[man yelling]
[dramatic instrumental music]
[man struggling]
[man yelling]
- You read the tables, right?
I mean, you're right.
You know. [indistinct]
- [Clay] Will!
- Yes!
- You look good, man.
- Okay.
- Come on in!
- Come in here!
- What's up?
What?
- How are you doing, man?
- I'm good. How are you?
- It's good seeing you again.
- Hey, it's so great seeing you.
How are you?
- Good seeing you too.
Is this?
- Yeah.
- All right, cool.
Thought we'd-
- So, how long do
we have you for?
- Oh, two weeks.
- Okay.
- Yeah, I gotta,
I have a book signing
I have to get back for.
- Ooh!
- Book signing.
- Yes!
- Big old.
- Congrats on that by the way.
[group chuckling]
- But,
why you been shaking your head?
- I don't know.
It's 'cause you're a yuppie now.
- Oh, I know.
- Pretty yuppie though.
Pretty.
- A pretty yuppie.
- I like this sweater.
- Thank you.
- It's great.
- The sweater?
- [Sheryl] It was a joke.
- Hey, guys. What's up?
Can I get you guys
drinks to start?
- What do you want, man?
- Whiskey, neat.
- [Young Man] I'm
gonna do water.
- [Second Young Man] No, no.
He's having whiskey.
I'm having whiskey.
You're having whiskey.
- Do you have one of
those curly straws,
that look cool when
you're drinking?
- Why would you?
- Sorry, what's your name?
- Lily.
- Lily?
- Yes.
- Oh, like the flower.
- Like the restaurant?
- Yeah, right back there.
- See that right there?
[group laughing]
- Oh.
This is?
- That's the name
of the restaurant.
- Ah, small town!
You know where people
actually like own and work.
- I don't know. I haven't
been in one in a while.
- I know, I know.
I'm mean, that's why I'm
explaining it to you.
- Well, you have a lovely,
lovely establishment here.
- Thank you very much.
I appreciate that.
Okay, so you guys good?
- We're good.
Are you good?
- I'll be right back.
[group laughing]
- People!
Oh my god, didn't they teach you
how to pick up a
girl in New York?
- No, no, I'm a writer.
We don't,
we sit in closets.
[group laughing]
- That's not true.
- You need to skip to the part
where you tell her you're rich.
- [Young Man] I like that.
- You can finish mine too.
This was a huge salad.
It was big, okay?
- [Young Woman] Your salad?
- [Sheryl] Yes!
- [Young Man] It was big, okay?
- It's real big, yeah.
[man chuckling]
- I wonder where he's going.
[woman laughing]
[moody instrumental music]
[stopwatch ticking]
[upbeat rock music]
- Let women be women.
Let them feel stuff.
Name of Daisy,
name of Violet,
Rose sucks.
Don't name 'em Rose.
Women, women already
have all the power.
Why try to make them
something they're not?
You know what I'm saying?
You know what I'm saying?
- Yeah, man.
- Yeah, you know
what I'm saying.
- Finish.
Oh, you?
- [Young Man] I do.
- [Young Woman] Yeah?
- Obviously you don't.
I've only known
you for a minute.
- Yeah.
- [Young Man] What
do you wanna know?
[upbeat rock music continues]
- And that cleared the
wind from the room.
[man sighing]
[eerie instrumental music]
- Strange, there's
a usable print.
- Some coffee for you, Bill.
What'd you say?
- I said there's a
usable print here.
- That's Carter's?
- His on the box.
This one's on the ring.
- [Older Coroner] Off a ring?
- Give me your wedding band.
Come on.
- Don't you drop it,
lose it, or anything.
- I'm not gonna lose it.
- May I have my ring back?
Thank you.
- You're welcome.
[dramatic instrumental music]
[man gagging]
[water lapping]
- Longing for that in some way.
I really liked your book.
- How long you been painting?
Thank you.
- I liked a lot actually.
- The water really
matches your eyes.
[woman laughing]
I wish I was clever,
more clever with
my words right now.
It's kinda made me speechless.
- Your skill set
has been disabled.
- [William] Yeah.
[woman chuckling]
- That's good.
- [William] It's just
nice that she even agreed
to go on a date with me.
- That's what happens when
you get a little bit famous.
- No, that's not why she did it.
She's different, man.
She's,
she gets it, you know? She's--
- This is just a fling, man.
You've known her for
how long, two weeks now?
You're gonna go
back to New York.
You just did this big book tour,
so more people are
gonna know your name.
They're gonna be girls
all over the place.
You're gonna be fine.
It'll be okay.
You're okay.
[man chuckling]
When you go back?
- Two weeks.
- Man.
- Fuck.
- Well, ah,
I got you something to
remember us little people by.
- To Johnny from June.
- I really mean it, man.
I'm really proud of you.
You're doing a good job.
- Did you think
of that yourself,
[man chuckling]
to Johnny from June?
- It's only they had
at the pawn shop.
[man chuckling]
- Oh, I appreciate it.
Thank you.
I'll cherish this.
- [Clay] You're welcome.
- Lovely sentiment.
- [Clay] It's extra
sentimental now.
- Probably meant twice as much
to whoever actually made it.
- [Clay] Stop talking.
I'm hitting the ball.
- Okay, my bad.
- Thank you.
Oh, did you hear that?
- [William] Yeah.
- You bringing her
to the costume party?
[dramatic instrumental music]
- Help me.
Help me.
- What, what did I do to you?
What?
- Help.
Help me.
Help, help!
[moody electronica music]
- What the fuck are you wearing?
[man laughing]
- You said it was
a costume party.
- You believed me?
- It's a cool costume.
- It's a good costume.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- I thought
it was a costume party.
- No.
No, you did not.
[woman laughing]
I'm sorry.
[upbeat pop music]
[knocking at door]
[knocking at door]
[upbeat pop music continues]
- Help me!
I'm the only one in costume!
[man chuckling]
"Saturday Night
Fever" though, right?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Why?
- I thought it was
a costume party.
- I'm just fucking with you.
It's cool,
and pink.
Anyway, if you guys
don't know anyone,
what brought you here?
- Well, I know this guy.
I know Fence too.
- Don't know him.
- No? Okay.
- Lily.
Lily told us about the party.
- Lily?
- Yeah.
- Wait, Lily Thompson?
- You know her?
- Yeah!
Oh yeah, we went out once.
How do you guys know her?
Oh, incoming.
Hot!
[kisses smacking]
[woman giggling]
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Well, look at
you, pretty in pink.
[group laughing]
[eerie instrumental music]
- I'm gonna die.
That's how I felt walking
into that hotel alone,
wearing that pink suit that
everyone made fun of me for,
and for all I knew she was out
on a date with another guy.
The guy who keeps
leaving her flowers.
And once I get to the room
and there's this envelope there,
and inside there's a tape.
She made me a tape.
She, apologizing.
Apparently we just
missed each other.
She was trying to end
things with the guy,
and I don't know if end things
is the right word though.
They were never really together.
- [Lily] Waiting, dealing with.
- At the end of this tape
there's this song that she made.
[woman singing]
And um,
I don't know.
I'm think I'm interested
in seeing where this goes.
[billiards clanging]
- Stop.
I don't need what
you need, okay?
My life is fine where it is.
I like it!
I like my life here.
And you--
- All right.
- I'm not gonna like it.
- I'm crazy about you.
- Don't bring fucking
feelings into this.
It's not about feelings.
- Okay, I love you.
[woman chuckling]
- Okay, stop it.
- What?
- Don't say shit like that.
It's-
[moody instrumental music]
- [William] Fuck it.
[woman chuckling]
[woman laughing in distance]
- [William] I know it's small,
but I got a lot of ideas.
- [Clay] It's not small.
- [William] A lot of
ideas for additions.
- [Clay] It's a nice house.
- [Arty] I wanna see this house.
- Oops, sorry.
[woman laughing]
- Wait.
- Yeah?
- I thought we,
I thought we talked about
putting the paintings up later.
- I know.
I just wanna see how
it looks right here.
You don't like it?
- No, I like it.
I'm just saying
we can, you know,
I think we could decide together
where all the paintings go.
- Okay.
[moody instrumental
music continues]
[typewriter clacking]
[water running]
[stopwatch ticking]
[machine whirring]
[eerie instrumental
music continues]
[machine whirring]
[party chatter]
- [Man] Oh, shit!
Oh, god.
- [Young Man] Dude, no joke.
- [Young Woman] Vince, she okay?
- No, she's fine.
- [Young Man] What
do you want to know?
[man struggling]
- Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck, fuck!
[upbeat rock music]
[eerie instrumental
music continues]
[tape scratching]
[party chatter]
[men struggling]
[punches smacking]
- [woman] Get off of him!
- [William] No, it's not!
I'm not fucking-
- Can I have a paint room?
I can't hang my
painting where I want to
'cause I have a paint room.
Everything goes
in that one room.
I wanted to put it there.
You put the stupid,
fucking tree there.
- [William] You could-
- [Lily] What does
that say to me?
Nothing I do is
important to you?
- You want the fucking
painting there,
we'll put the fucking
painting there.
- Yes, I want it there!
- Okay, we'll put the
fucking painting there!
- [Lily] I wanted it
there in the first place
and you said no!
- [William] No, I didn't say no!
[couple arguing]
[metal clanging]
- There.
There's your new writing room.
I'm still mad at you.
[eerie instrumental
music continues]
[cloth ripping]
[punch smacking]
[blood dripping]
- It's the big day.
Today is the big day.
[fireworks firing]
[woman yelling happily]
- [Cameraman] Somebody's
getting in the correct mindset.
- [Young Man] Speakers
bumping at the party!
- When you get to the
hotel later,
good luck.
[men laughing]
- [Man] Are you getting them?
- [Woman] I'm getting them.
- [Man] It's good.
[woman laughing]
Look at you guys!
[fireworks firing]
[moody instrumental
music continues]
[woman laughing in distance]
[fireworks crackling]
- Okay, ready?
Okay, okay, ready?
Who's lighting?
Who's lighting?
Okay, you get 'em.
Ready?
- [Young Man] Go, go!
[fireworks firing]
[group yelling happily]
[fireworks firing]
Oh, oh!
[group laughing]
- [Woman] Oh my god!
[group chatting happily]
[footsteps crunching]
[man coughing]
- Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Okay?
Fuck you!
Fucking say something!
Say something that
fucking means anything!
Give me something!
Give me something!
[man laughing]
- I wanted to put it
on the fucking wall.
- [Man] That's not all you said.
- [Young Man] William!
- What's up, what's up?
William?
Try not to look too
broken up about it.
- William?
- Hello?
You ready to swing now?
Are you paying attention?
- Give it your all.
- Great.
- Did you ever sit
at Moon and Kivett?
You know, where it straight
just takes you outta town
and if you go right or left,
just swing back
around into town.
Did you ever sit there
and decide to go?
- No.
You free this weekend?
- Yeah.
- Cool.
I'm thinking of packing up
some of Lily's paintings
and sending 'em to
Matt in New York
and see if he can showcase 'em.
- Who's Matt?
- My literary agent.
Fuck!
[man yelling]
- Hey.
[woman sighing]
Yeah.
[man sighing]
Yeah.
- Yeah.
[woman crying happily]
- Oh.
Yeah?
- Yes!
It is!
- Don't be mad.
I don't think you'll
be mad anyways, but-
- Okay?
- I, I took some
samples of your work.
I sent them to Matt and he
showed it to some people,
and they're interested
in doing a gallery
to showcase your work.
[moody instrumental music]
- Hey Will,
do you feel like someone
has been in the house?
- [William] She finally
ends things with that guy,
and the guy keeps
leaving her flowers.
- William, do you need a break?
In her last moments
she was attempting
to reach the phone.
Today we learned
from the coroner
that there were
multiple contusions in
the abdominal region
suggesting that she was
beaten in the stomach
causing internal bleeding
killing both her and the baby.
I know this is hard.
Is there anything you
see in these photos
that might help us?
[moody instrumental music]
You see something?
- No.
[moody instrumental
music continues]
[man whispering]
- Hey Will,
do you feel like someone
has been in the house?
[lighter snapping]
[woman laughing in distance]
[footsteps crunching]
- Quit.
- Fuck!
Fuck you!
Fuck you, you fuck!
Fuck you!
Fuck!
The fuck is this?
Fuck you!
Fuck!
Fuck!
No, fuck you!
No, fuck!
[moody instrumental
music continues]
[cloth ripping]
[moody instrumental
music continues]
- [Newscaster] Aside
from being white, male,
no other connection
has been established.
[plastic tearing]
[moody instrumental music]
[light flickering]
[men struggling]
[punches smacking]
[tape stretching]
[man laughing manically]
- Okay.
Okay.
Stop.
[man grunting]
Okay, okay.
Okay, stop, stop, stop!
You don't have to do this.
You don't have to do this.
You don't have to do this.
Please, don't.
Don't, don't!
Don't do this.
Hey, please.
Don't, don't.
[soft jazz music]
[tape rewinding]
[woman singing]
- [Lily] I just
wanted to say that
I had this weird
drama to deal with
with an old, guy friend.
It's something that I've been
kinda avoiding dealing with,
but it's handled now.
It just took longer
than I expected.
And I wanted to
make this for you
as a way of saying I'm sorry.
Don't judge me.
[woman singing]
- [William] Oh!
[man grunting]
[man chuckling]
[man screaming]
- William.
- [William] Yeah?
- I was thinking
maybe we postpone it?
- The gallery?
You wanna postpone the gallery?
- Yeah, I just,
it's a long way to travel
and I just don't know if it's
safe for me to go right now,
and, yeah.
- I want you to be happy.
You got to start thinking
about the baby now.
- I am thinking about the baby.
[plastic sticking]
I want to say this is
my way of telling you
[man snoring]
[computer chiming]
[dramatic instrumental music]
- Bill?
Bill.
[man startling]
[phones ringing]
- Laughton Police Department.
[stopwatch ticking]
[mirror breaking]
- All right, we should
definitely refill our cups.
Would you like some more?
- Yeah, why don't we?
[phone chiming]
Hold on one second.
- What?
- Check my phone.
I got a phone actually.
Yeah, from my work.
I just got it.
- It's a cell phone!
- Yeah.
Hello?
Yes, sir.
I gotta go.
- Call me.
- Thanks for the number.
- [Woman] All right!
- We fucking grew up
like everyone does.
- What do you mean, grew up?
- And we, we--
[woman sighing]
we're different now.
- When did that happen?
- I don't know when it happened.
There wasn't like a
moment that it happened.
It just, it just happened.
Okay?
Like, over time.
I just,
how do you not see that?
I feel like,
that we're just not
the same people,
and I just,
I don't think we could-
- What do you mean?
- Do this anymore.
[man sighing]
[upbeat blues music]
[door creaking open]
[man sighing]
- This is it.
This is our life.
Fuck.
I'm getting another drink.
[door creaking closed]
[eerie instrumental music]
[stopwatch ticking]
[truck starting]
[eerie instrumental
music continues]
[sirens wailing]
[man grunting]
[eerie instrumental
music continues]
[man panting]
[gun firing]
[eerie instrumental
music continues]
[sirens wailing]
- Help!
[man whimpering]
Help me, please!
Help me, please!
Help!
Please, help!
Please, help me.
- [Officer] It's Sheriff.
- Holy shit.
You're gonna be okay.
Okay, we're here to help.
Okay.
You're okay now.
You're gonna be okay, all right?
All right.
[man weeping]
All right, all right.
You're gonna be okay.
You're gonna be okay.
- Today is a good day
for the people and
city of Laughton.
Mayor Drake stated in a
special press conference
as the suspected killer,
known to the public
as the Mailman Killer,
was found dead in his
home earlier this morning.
Police were first tipped off
when forensics discovered a
fingerprint on a wedding band
that led authorities
directly to him.
That print was an exact match
from one William E Langston.
Langston, once an up
and coming young author,
became reclusive and violent
following his wife Lily's
death two years ago,
racking up multiple
arrests, including battery.
And what was it like
when you saw his body?
- I was researching
leads at the time
when I got the call
on my cell phone.
They told me actually
not to come in,
but I knew him.
I knew the guy,
and he was brought into the
office on several occasions,
incarcerated on
several occasions.
He seemed what you
would think of as nerd,
nerdy, or a geek,
but he was dangerous.
[insects whirring]
[moody instrumental music]
[horse hooves clomping]
[engine starting]
[moody instrumental
music continues]
- Here, let me help you.
- Oh.
Thanks.
- Yeah, have a good day.
[moody instrumental
music continues]
[SUV engine starting]
[moody electronica music]
[moody electronica
music continues]
[upbeat guitar music]
Moonlights
Shot in the dark
It's the target
Leading me half
the way there
Ooh ooh ooh
Headlights
Sparks on the highway
They're lead lines
Leading me half
the way there
Ooh ooh oh
Most of my life's been
the same thing baby
Most of the time
it's the chase
Somewhere I can't place
Don't know where I'm going
No no
Somewhere
I'm going