Sticky (2026) Movie Script

1
Lying in a puddle
of my own remorse
And a voice came
through the heavens
Get back on that horse
'Cause love comes
easy at first, unknown
Got to learn to tumble when
you get thrown, oh yeah
(lively music)
You opened up the door
to your protected heart
And let a total stranger
pick it all apart
But patience in the
extreme with love
Will bring you what you've
been dreaming of, oh yeah
'Cause black clouds
only conceal the sun
And just like that
you're the only one
(lively music)
No we're skipping through
the fire like a summer rain
Shielded by the aura
of our shared remains
And I'd much rather die
- Did she call you?
I don't know how
she got your number,
but she said she was
going to call you.
- No one called me.
What happened?
- I caught her texting.
- Texting who?
- I don't know, but she was
acting fucking shady, man.
- [Don] And then you
trashed her apartment.
- Oh, so she did call you?
- [Don] She texted me.
- I trashed my apartment.
She lives with me.
- What are you doing, man?
- [Roddy] What's that
supposed to mean?
- Downgrading from what you
had to an 18-year-old stripper
with a cocaine addiction.
- [Roddy] She's 19.
- Not to mention that her
brothers are in gangs.
They will kill you if
you fuck around on her.
- The world is constantly
dissolving, Don.
It'll never stop turning
the living into the dead.
(lighter clicks)
- [Don] How long you sober now?
- 45 days.
- Hmm, then why do you
smell like a bottle of gin?
- [Roddy] 45 minutes.
- You're still suicidal?
- I'm more homicidal today.
- Well, at least
you're thinking about
someone else for a change.
You talked to Cary Ann?
- Oh, we haven't
spoken in weeks.
We haven't.
She blocked my calls,
emails, social media, texts,
fucking everything.
- Good for her.
- You create a life with
someone Don, you know?
And then one day it's over
and she's a fucking stranger
for the rest of eternity.
- Just let her get
on with her life.
That can be your living
amends, leaving her alone.
You know, being
addicted to misery
is not an uncommon thing.
There's a certain familiarity
with being unhappy.
- What's your point?
- Maybe you should check
yourself into a clinic.
- The fucking nuthouse,
that's your solution?
- Something to think about.
- What a fucking thing
to say to someone.
- We going to this
meeting or what?
- Oh, I have something important
I need to take care of.
- Well, what's that?
- Just a thing.
- And I'll just be the stupid
fool with the foolish dream
that will love you forever.
- Goodbye.
- I'm sorry.
- Look.
I forgive you.
- Thank you.
- But I still hate you.
- As of five AM this morning,
the six day search for
Stacey Diaz has ended.
Local authorities recovered
her decapitated body
from a dumpster on
Hollywood and Western.
She joins the list of three
others who have vanished
in and around Hollywood area
over the past six weeks.
We are still awaiting the
results of the autopsy,
but it is widely
presumed that this too
is the work of the
Hollywood Hills Killer.
- Well, that is a sad and
disturbing finish to that story.
What have we heard in
regards to the attacks
on the hills yesterday?
- The young woman, who
wishes to remain anonymous,
was assaulted on the
Mount Hollywood Trail.
It is still unknown if
this was in relation
to the other attacks.
- Thank you Debbie.
And in other news,
how are crows screwing
up your credit score?
Stick around.
(lively music)
- Nine.
Ten.
About time, dude.
- Yeah, I just had
this strangest day.
I just got back
from the hospital.
- You know what?
If you don't wanna
train a guy like me,
it's fine, I can
get another trainer.
- A guy like you?
What do you mean?
What did I tell you about
this, these pity parties?
- Just saying, I know you'd
rather be training like
hot 20-year-old
girls or something.
- It doesn't matter
who I'm training.
Look at me.
I'm addicted to the
progress, right?
- You just never give me
any compliments, Bruce.
- It's my job to help
you get in shape, man.
Not give you
unconditional validation.
- Fine.
- [Bruce] Fine.
Okay, have you lost any weight?
- A pound or so.
- You can lose a pound
by blowing your nose.
How about you lose 10 pounds
and then I will shower
you with compliments.
Stretch.
- That's sore, dude.
Wow.
- Yeah, have you been
doing the stretch exercise?
I told you, you gotta
stretch before and after.
Are you watching the
videos I gave you?
- What were you doing
at the hospital?
- Man, this morning
I was at the,
up in Griffith Park running,
and I was coming down the hill.
I found it.
I found a girl on the ground.
- Was she dead?
- No, she wasn't dead.
I would've led with that.
Actually reminded me
of my ex, Dolly Green.
She was the spitting image.
- Why was she on the ground?
Was she, she like
fall or something?
- Well, she's had the
shit kicked out of her.
- [Ralph] By who?
- I don't know, the cops said
it was lucky that I showed up.
- I wonder if it's connected
to the Hollywood Hills Killer.
- [Bruce] The what?
- Three people have been
murdered in the last month
and one's missing.
And get this,
they say he's having
sex with the corpses.
Yeah.
Men, women, killer
doesn't give a shit.
Do you not watch the news, dude?
- I don't have a TV.
- Oh, he's banging the life
out of the dead. (laughs)
That's good, I gotta
use that in my standup.
- I actually have her wallet.
She left it in my car.
- Oh, let me see, let me see.
Dude, you gotta take it to her.
(footsteps plodding)
- We're supposed to be
covering corrupt politicians.
I'm supposed to be a
political commentator
and George has me out
chasing this bullshit?
I should be in an air
conditioned studio
not leaning into
your fucking van.
(apple crunching)
Are you fucking kidding me?
- What?
- I'm about to get
ready to go on air
and you're eating that
fucking disgusting thing.
- It's an apple.
- I know it's an apple, Joey,
it's distracting.
- What do you want me to do?
- Throw it away.
Four years in Missouri
at the best journalism
school in the country.
And for what?
To chase a psychopath
around Hollywood.
You know, this guy's
not only killing people,
he's a necrophiliac.
- What's a necrophiliac again?
- It's how you were
conceived, Joey.
Come on, let's go.
(Bruce knocking)
(latch clicks)
- Can I help you?
- You don't remember me?
Huh, that's awkward.
I, yeah, I took you to
the hospital yesterday.
- Oh, that was you?
- Yeah.
- What was your name again?
Sorry, my head's still ringing.
- Bruce.
- Cary Ann.
- You had left this in my car.
- Oh, weird.
- So how'd it go with the cops?
- It was all right.
I wouldn't talk to
any reporter, so.
I moved to LA to
make it in Hollywood.
Not become a victim.
- That's admirable.
You know, most people do
anything just to be on camera.
So I appreciate that.
Yeah.
- Thank you for my wallet
and for everything yesterday.
They said you probably
scared them off.
- I mean, I just wish we met
under better circumstances.
Okay.
All right.
This is for you.
It's just like a get
well kind of thing.
And then obviously
you're healing very well.
- I was about to make
something to eat.
Are you hungry?
- Actually, I am.
- Do you want to come in?
- Sure.
Thanks.
(door thuds)
So you're an actor?
- Did I tell you that?
- Well, you said you had
an audition yesterday.
- Right.
- So have I seen
you in anything?
- I've just been doing a
lot of commercials lately.
- I used to act.
- Why'd you stop?
- I'm not good with rejection.
- You know, they've
been saying on the news,
they think the guy
who attacked me
was the Hollywood Hills Killer.
- I was just talking
to someone about him.
- I don't know what
to think about that.
- You didn't see
anything though, right?
- Did you see anyone?
- No, no, nothing.
(door thuds)
- You good for nothing whore?
- [Cary Ann] Get
the fuck outta here.
Get the fuck outta here.
- I've had important things
to tell you for months.
- You're gonna
fucking pay for that.
- And you can't gimme
a minute to listen
after everything I've given you?
- Given me, all you have
ever given me is chaos.
- Is everything okay?
- It's just my ex.
- Just your ex?
We were perfect together.
And now you fucking blocked me.
- You left me.
- You knew I had limitations.
- Stop calling
infidelity limitations.
You left me for an 18-year-old
hooker with no future.
- She's 19 and she lives
in the present, unlike you.
And you'd already
emotionally left.
- A 19-year-old hooker.
- Hey Apple.
Go back to your room, Apple.
- You can't speak
to him anymore.
Apple, go to your room.
- That's a good boy,
you're daddy's boy.
What happened to your face?
- She's 19 now, she
was 18 when you left.
And strippers whore.
- Not Blossom,
she's by the book.
What happened to
your fucking face?
- I got in a fucking fight.
- Just leave?
- No.
- What's this?
- He's my friend.
- Bruce.
- Oh, how the
mighty have fallen.
- [Cary Ann] What is
that supposed to mean?
- Did you do that to her face?
- No.
- I'm not the kind of guy
you should be fucking
casually lying to, right?
- [Bruce] No, I'm
not, I'm not lying.
- You're a bad
actor just like her.
- Take that back.
- Fuck you.
- Fuck you.
- Fuck me?
Watch this.
(footsteps plodding)
- You should leave.
- Given the circumstance, I
think maybe I should stay here.
- He's getting his gun.
- What?
- He has a gun in his
car and he's dramatic.
He's going to come
back in here with it.
- Fucking minute.
Fucking hell.
I'll fucking show him.
Right there.
Unfuckingbelievable.
- Get back in your car.
Do you see how fucking
cringe you are right now?
Get back in your fucking car
before one of the
neighbors sees you.
- If I have to kill you
to protect you, I will.
- That makes no fucking sense.
- I'll fucking kill him.
- You won't do shit.
- [Roddy] Oh, really?
- You were named after
a professional wrestler.
You are a fucking faker.
- What if I fucking kill myself?
You ever thought of that?
- [Cary Ann] I haven't.
- All I do is miss you.
- I don't care.
- I love you.
- I told you to stay
on your medication.
- Let's get back together.
- I'd rather
breastfeed a coyote.
- I'm nothing without you.
- You are nothing with me.
- I'm fucking depressed.
- You're a stupid
fucking asshole.
You know that?
Are you fucking serious?
Are you fucking serious?
You know what you are Roddy?
You're like a bad tattoo.
The kind you get on a whim
and just wish you could wake
up one day and it'd be gone.
That is you, a fucking
baby blue butterfly
with bubblegum pink wings
and lavender eyes
on my lower back.
That is all you will ever be.
A fucking tramp stamp on
society and everyone around you.
(Roddy crying)
- I only came by to tell you
I'm never coming by again.
- Prove it.
- What happened to your face?
- I was assaulted
and Bruce saved me.
- Who assaulted you?
- Get the fuck out-
- I'm sorry.
I'm so fucking sorry.
I am so fucking sorry.
Okay, I'm so fucking sorry.
I love you.
I fucking love you.
I fucking love you.
(engine cranking)
I fucking love you.
- Just fucking drive.
- What the fuck was that?
- It's like I was telling you,
you are not the only one
who can't handle rejection.
- You have a screwdriver?
I can put the door
back up for you.
- Yeah.
- You have a king?
- Go fish.
Go fish.
(lively music)
Do you have a two?
Come on heartache,
don't hurt me no more
I've done my time as a
prisoner of your wars
- [Bruce] So how long
you guys been together?
- Almost four years.
- Hmm.
Don't hurt me no more
- Why does he have a gun?
- He buys drugs in
scary places sometimes.
And the drugs make him paranoid.
He wasn't always like this.
- When did he start to lose it?
- Maybe about a year ago
or so after the accident.
I don't know why I went
through with the wedding.
- You were married?
- For three days, yes.
- And what kind of accident?
- A light fixture fell on
his head during a play.
- Hmm.
- Yeah.
- Where'd you meet him?
- I was sitting in a
coffee shop one night,
not long after I moved here,
and
he walked straight up to me
and he said, "You and me, babe.
How about it?"
I made fun of him for
quoting Dire Straits.
But when he was good,
he was good, you know?
- [Bruce] Hmm.
- What about you,
have you been in any
long-term relationships?
- One.
Do you have a queen?
- I haven't told anyone
else about yesterday.
- Why?
- I don't really have
anyone worth telling.
I haven't been out
here that long, so.
- Long enough to
have a California ID.
- Five years and two months.
- Hmm, where are you from?
- Kansas.
Original, right?
A Midwestern girl trying
to make it in Hollywood.
- You seem pretty
original to me.
I should.
I mean, I don't think
he's coming back.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, I'll get outta here.
Get outta your
hair, but thank you.
Can we do this again?
- I'd like that.
- [Bruce] Promise?
- Yeah.
- [Bruce] Pinky swear.
- Yeah, pinky promise.
- Well?
- Okay.
- I'll call you.
- Okay.
(door thuds)
- You okay?
- Yeah.
You hear another
person went missing?
- I hadn't.
24-year-old student,
Sidney something.
She was running in, wait
for it, Hollywood Hills.
- Oh, maybe she
just kept running.
- I went up there this morning.
- Where?
- In the hills.
- Why?
- See if I could see anything.
- Okay, did you?
- Oh, there was this
homeless dude there.
He was super weird.
- It's Hollywood, man.
Everyone's weird.
- No, no, no.
I mean, he was like
crazy, wild, weird.
Look.
- Yep, that is weird.
- [Ralph] You should
have heard him.
- You talk to him?
- Of course.
His name's Sticky.
- Sticky?
- Yeah, Sticky.
He's got real serial killer
vibes about him, man.
- I'm having the
craziest flashback, man.
- About what?
- The morning that I was up
in Griffith running up there,
the morning that I met Cary Ann.
She, that dude,
he was running down the
mountain at the same time
I was going up.
His pants were down around his
ankles, all sweaty and crazy.
- [Ralph] Are you just
remembering that now, dude?
- [Bruce] Okay well, I mean,
he had his pants unbuckled
and they were down a bit.
- [Ralph] You sure
that was Sticky?
- He's please recognizable.
- We should go back up there.
- Yeah, see, I gotta work.
And I got that
date with Cary Ann.
So how about?
- Look, this could be the
Hollywood Hills Killer.
Come on.
- Dude, I can't wait to
play Hardy Boys with you.
Let's do it in the morning.
- All right, let's do it.
- All right.
I need 10 more burpees
and then we're done.
- Come on.
- Well, you didn't do this.
(footsteps plodding)
- How's it going?
- Stop, we're at work.
You can't smoke weed.
- I function perfectly on it.
- I assure you Joey, you're
incapable of perfection
with or without it.
- Shots fired.
Okay.
Oh, I got us something.
- One oh.
- What the fuck is that for?
- Well, I figured if we're
going around Hollywood
chasing a serial killer,
we're gonna need protection.
Also in the movies, the
cameraman always dies.
Fuck that.
I'm never gonna be
someone's victim,
nor am I gonna allow my corpse
to be someone's. (whistles)
- No one wants to woo-hoo,
woo-hoo your corpse Joey.
No one wants to do that with
you alive, let alone dead.
You're Canadian, do you even
know how to use that thing?
- I watched a few videos.
- Oh, they found another body.
- Who?
- The female jogger.
- Sidney Stone?
- Yeah.
- Did they mention
if they had done the
devil's dance at all, perhaps?
- What does that mean?
- You know,
it's when they get
intimate with the-
- Oh God, is that
they're calling it now?
Men are so fucking disgusting.
- Well, it's not like I did it.
- It wouldn't surprise
me if you did Joey.
- Nice Debbie, thank you.
- God, of all the disgusting
things a person can do,
necrophilia really
takes the cake.
- I believe it's actually
deceased attracted person.
- Okay, Joey, just zip it.
And light that
thing, gimme a puff.
- You're about to go on air.
- It's still too early
to say with certainty,
but that seems to be
a fair assessment.
- What kind of psychopath
does this kind of thing?
- That is the question
that local officials
and Hollywood residents
will be asking, Benjamin.
- Good job.
And in other news, despite
living in solitary,
are giant pandas going to be
the cause of the next global-
- Hey, did you see they
found Sidney Stone?
- No, I hadn't.
- Do you think it was the
same guy who attacked me?
- The only thing that
matters is that you're okay.
Do you still want to go out?
- I was thinking
we could stay in.
- You good, is that good?
I'm trying it out.
I think it's really good
if there's like a little-
- Hey, hey hon.
- I'll be right back.
- Hey.
- Can I get another one, please?
- The beer or the shot?
- Both.
- If you want another shot,
you have to gimme your keys.
- I walked.
- Don't be a liar, Roddy.
- I walked.
- It's LA,
no one walks.
- I walked, I'm a walker.
- Hey Don, what can I get you?
- Ah, cranberry soda, please.
- Sure.
- You parked next
to a fire hydrant.
What you doing, man?
- I woke up to an email
from someone telling me
I wasn't right for a part.
So I went for a drink.
- You don't have to drink
every time you feel a feeling.
- You know, I can't even
remember going for that part.
Well, that's my life now.
- What?
- Unsolicited rejection.
First thing every morning.
- This is why I quit acting
and got into art dealing.
- Yes well, unlike you, I'm
willing to die for this.
- For what?
- My career.
- Which part?
The fame, the money,
the validation.
- You just don't get it.
No, you can't hear the music.
- Can you believe this shit?
What kind of a person is it?
Attracted to a course.
- [Roddy] You don't have
any bad habits, Don?
- Smoking cigarettes
is a bad habit.
This man is deranged.
- So a friend of mine
has an art exhibit
in Venice next week.
You should come with
me and check it out.
- Yes.
- Yeah?
- Yes, I should.
- Good.
I'll text you the info.
- Yes, you do that.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Huh?
I'm going to a meeting shortly.
Do you want to come?
- I don't think I spent
the last six hours drinking
so I could go to an AA meeting.
- Why did you spend the
last six hours drinking?
- Why are you even here?
- You called me.
(lively music)
- I pulled a gun on Cary Ann.
- Are you fucking serious?
- She had a black eye.
I think this new guy she's
seeing is hitting her.
- Where's the gun now?
- [Roddy] She has it.
- You're gonna end up dead
if you carry on like this.
- I would rather pass
boldly into the next world
than wither dismally.
- Okay.
All right, do you
realize that you respond
to every piece of criticism
with a James Joyce quote?
Do you know how
annoying that is?
- Why did you even
come down here?
- For the second
time, you asked me to?
- Well, your invitation
has been formally revoked.
- Nice, that's class.
Nothing but class.
- Hmm.
- You need to grow up, man.
- Well see, if I get a new
agent, I'll book works.
If I book works, I'll be a
more rounded, sane individual.
- Right, if your sanity
revolves around your career,
I got bad news for you, mate.
- You don't think I'm talented?
- No, look I never said that.
- Unbefuck-
That's the fucking ultimate
betrayal right there.
- All right.
- You're supposed
to be my sponsor, you're
meant to have belief in me.
You saw my fucking show
when I was on that stage.
- You were great.
- I was fucking great.
- I had a few notes.
- I was.
Fucking bullshit.
- Hey, you know why there's
a mirror behind the bar.
- [Roddy] Educate me, go on.
- Is to make an alcoholic
look at himself.
- Well, there I am.
- Call me when you wake up.
(hand thuds)
(gentle music)
- I just found her here on the
ground, crying and bleeding.
There's a woman
that, an actress who
lost out on a really big part.
She climbed up to
the top of that H.
Hurled herself off.
You okay?
- Sorry.
- No.
Were you having a nightmare?
- Oh, yeah.
But it's nothing new.
- It's okay, I like to
hear about nightmares.
- Okay.
Ever since I was a kid,
I have these dreams where
I'm trapped in a coffin.
And whenever I get stressed,
I get them more often.
But yeah.
I'm sure whenever they
catch this guy, the killer,
I'm sure that'll go away.
- What if you caught him?
- The serial killer?
- Yeah, the serial killer.
- I'd kill him.
(Bruce chuckles)
I would
- Just, I'm having
trouble imagining it, but,
okay.
- You'd be a fool
to underestimate me.
- Okay, then hypothetically.
Hypothetically, how
would you kill him?
- I'd shoot him in the
head with Roddy's gun.
What?
- I mean, that'll do it.
But you know, that's kind
of letting him off easy.
Don't you think?
You know, don't you think
he should suffer, right?
Kind of like?
- Okay.
- How he let these girls.
- Okay then, I'd
stick his head in a
bucket and drown him.
- You know, that's like actually
the most peaceful way to go.
So they say.
- Says who?
- I mean,
Reddit, but.
- So what would you do then?
- Hypothetically?
I'd get, I'd get creative.
- Hypothetically.
- Yeah.
- In what way creative?
- I-
I mean, what is the
worst way to die?
- Buried alive, obviously.
- I'd bury him alive.
- Hypothetically.
- Right, hypothetically.
- I'm gonna bury you alive.
- You fucking witch!
You fucking witch.
(alcohol sloshing)
When we made love
you used to cry
Fuck you.
Fuck you.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
- The hell's he doing?
- Looks like he's some sort
of artist or something.
- [Bruce] Looks
like paper mache.
- [Ralph] Yeah, I think it is.
- [Bruce] Well, does that
qualify him to be an artist?
- My ex waxed
eyebrows for a living
and called herself an artist so.
- But he's just gluing
things together.
- [Ralph] Art is
self expression,
he's expressing himself.
- [Bruce] He looks weird.
- Weird is an
understatement, dude.
He looks like if
Jeffrey Dahmer had sex
with a Tim Burton
character or something.
I'm literally picturing him
right now on top of a corpse,
wild hair blowing in the wind.
Mad eyes like a beast thrusting.
- Don't say thrusting.
- Why?
- Just don't.
What do you want to do?
- [Ralph] Let's go talk to him.
- [Bruce] Yeah?
- I basically know him now.
Come on.
What up, Sticky?
- How we doing, Ralph?
- You're on first name basis?
- I'm good.
This is Bruce.
- How are you doing, Bruce?
- [Bruce] Hello.
- Have we met before?
- I don't know.
- I'd shake hands with you,
but I have a bit of glue, so.
- Oh, no, that's,
don't worry about it.
- What are you
making there, Sticky?
- Little piggy bank for myself.
- A piggy bank, huh?
- A little pig piggy
bank for myself, yep.
- Out of balloons?
- Oh, the balloon
sets the tone, orchestrates
the whole operation.
- And that is paper mache?
- You are correct, Bruce.
What I'm preparing here is this.
I'll cover the balloon in glue,
and as you see,
I've cut the paper into
little pieces already.
Then I'll glue the
pieces to the balloon
and give it a nice glaze.
Then I'll let that sit for
an hour or a few hours.
Then what I'll do is
I'll paint it pink.
Pink like a piggy, Bruce.
A little pink piggy.
- I love how balanced it is.
Trade craft there.
Oh yeah.
Hey, Sticky.
I got a kind of personal
random question for you.
What are your thoughts
on necrophilia?
- Necrophilia, isn't that when
you fall asleep by accident?
- No, that's, that's narcolepsy.
Necrophilia is when a guy-
- Or a woman.
A woman could-
- Or a woman, I guess.
Has sex with a corpse.
- And what was the
question again?
- [Ralph] What's
your opinion on it?
- Why would someone wanna
do that to the dead?
- [Ralph] That my friend is
the million dollar question.
(footsteps plodding)
- Well, will you look at this.
Then I'll pop the
balloon and rip it out
and have a beautiful
pink piggy bank.
Well, I need to
take a break here.
Lovely to meet you, Bruce.
And it was heartfelt
seeing you again, Ralph.
(dramatic music)
- Did you see the way
that he looked at her?
- Yeah, he looked at her
like I look at a cheesecake.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, take care.
Should we call the cops?
- We don't have any evidence.
- No, no.
- Yeah.
- No, I'm not going in there.
- You go in, I'll
keep a lookout.
- No.
- It's your friend.
- Dude.
- Dude.
We might not have this
opportunity again.
- Fuck.
(footsteps plodding)
(Ralph retching)
No, its terrible.
It stinks, I can't-
It's in my throat.
- Okay, goddamn.
Dammit Ralph, whoa.
(gentle music)
- What'd you see, what'd
you see, what'd you see?
- Oh, but there's.
Just sorn magazines and
some women's clothing.
- Women's clothes?
- Yeah.
- He's the killer.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Why don't we come
back here tomorrow
and do some more surveillance?
- Yeah, good idea.
You wanna go work out or?
- No, no, no.
I can't right now, but I
can meet you here tomorrow.
(hands thuds)
- Sure.
Yeah, we're gonna get him.
(fly buzzing)
(lively music)
Trying to lose track
of these sirens
Trying to make my way
back to the silence
Trying to make my way
back to the silence
You got a one-track
mind like a drive-in
I can hear the
graveyard sing
(dramatic music)
(footsteps plodding)
- They found another body.
- I wasn't aware anyone
else was missing.
- She wasn't long dead
when they found her.
- Hmm, he's getting sloppy.
- It's one way to put it.
- Sidney Stone's father agreed
to my interview tomorrow.
(footsteps plodding)
- How you doing, sir?
(footsteps plodding)
- Good.
(lively music)
(Bruce knocks)
- Come in.
(latch clicks)
Did you see this?
- Another woman was found dead
in the hills earlier today.
Janice Goldberg of
Manhattan, New York
had only been in LA
for less than a month.
- Wow.
- What?
- I know her.
- Janice Goldberg's family.
- How do you know her?
- I just, what the fuck?
This is gonna sound nuts,
but I think I know
who the killer is.
- Dude.
Sticky killed Juicy.
- It's totally Juicy.
- Do we call the cops?
- No, no, not yet.
- Why not?
- We don't have
enough evidence, we
should catch him.
Go up there tomorrow,
catch him in the act.
- Dude, I threw my
back at the gym.
I can't get off the couch.
- [Bruce] How the fuck did
you throw your back out?
- Dead lifts.
- What the are you
doing dead lifts for?
Nevermind.
Okay.
Huh, well, Christ,
I'll go up there.
I'll just go up there
tomorrow morning.
- Be careful, dude.
- Feel better.
- [Cary Ann] What is going on?
- What are you doing
tomorrow morning?
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
- I know, I know.
(dramatic music)
- [Cary Ann] What's he doing?
- [Bruce] Oh, he's an artist.
- [Cary Ann] Looks
like paper mache.
- [Bruce] Well, art
is self-expression.
- [Cary Ann] I like art.
See, I appreciate art.
Art is harmony.
That is paper, paint, and glue.
(dramatic music)
He's leaving.
- [Bruce] Okay, let's go.
- [Cary Ann] Okay.
(footsteps plodding)
- Keep a look out.
- Okay.
(gentle music)
(footsteps plodding)
- Did you find anything?
Oh my god, those are her shorts?
- Yeah.
- This is insane.
We have to call the cops.
- Right, okay.
Call them.
- Can't believe you
guys caught the killer.
- [Bruce] Unless.
- Unless what?
- Nah, nevermind.
- Just say what
you were gonna say.
- No just-
- What?
- The other day you were like,
"Don't underestimate me and."
- About killing him?
- I mean, hypothetically, yeah.
- We can't do that.
- You're right.
Yeah, no, we can't.
We can't do it.
That's, I mean, we could, I
mean, technically we could,
you know, and we get
away with it too.
But guy just sucks.
You know, even if
they know it's him,
they probably don't have enough
evidence to prove it's him.
So they're gonna have to wait
until he kills a
few more people.
- How would we get
away with killing him?
- Well, there's 80,000
homeless people in Los Angeles.
I don't think anybody would
notice if one went missing
and then all the women
would stop dying.
- Killed a man too.
- Right.
People would stop dying.
But we can't do it
though, I get it.
It's.
Just hopefully, you know,
he'll go kill a few more people.
- But we have evidence now.
Isn't that enough?
- Well, they had
evidence on OJ too.
- Fuck.
- What?
- My fingerprints are
all over in there.
- So what?
- Well, I can't call the cops.
They're gonna think I'm,
they're gonna make me a suspect.
They're gonna think we're trying
to set him up or something.
- We can't wait for him
to kill more people.
- I guarantee you he will too.
Or.
Or
we can invite him somewhere
and put his ass in the ground.
- You make that
sound way too easy.
- Well, it could be
your shorts in there.
- Where would we get a coffin?
- We don't need a coffin, we
just put him in a duvet cover.
- What if he's Catholic, you
have to put him in a coffin.
- Why?
- It's disrespectful
to the Lord.
- Oh, okay.
Let's get a coffin.
- How much are they?
(phone ringing)
- Hello.
- How's it going, dude?
- Good.
Good, how's your back?
- I'm gonna have to
go to the hospital
if it doesn't get better soon.
Did you find Sticky?
- [Bruce] We did.
- What happened?
- Nothing, nothing.
Just, you know, more
Sticky porn mags.
I mean, we can go back
up there tomorrow.
- You know I'd go with
you if I wasn't crippled.
- [Bruce] I know you would.
- Hey, they just
reported on the news.
They've got surveillance
footage of the killer.
Yeah, they're gonna
release his picture soon.
- Really?
- [Ralph] He killed
Juicy under a camera.
- Well, that's just great.
- Yeah.
- Sticky's is going down, dude.
- Okay well, I am kind
of busy here, man.
I'll talk to you later?
- You got it.
Later, dude.
- Later.
- Everything okay?
- Oh, excellent.
You ready to go?
Cool.
(door thuds)
(dramatic music)
Are you ready?
- I think so.
- We just have to stay calm.
This is easy as long
as we stay calm.
- I'm calm.
- Okay, I'm going.
(footsteps plodding)
- Hey, Sticky.
- How are you, Bruce?
- Oh, I'm good.
How'd the pig turn out?
- Beautiful.
Thanks for asking.
- Great.
Listen, I teach an
art class on Thursdays
and I was just wondering
if you wanna come down
and show these students
how to paper mache.
- Teaching isn't
really my pot of tea.
- [Bruce] Well, I'll pay you.
- It isn't about the money.
- It's a lot of money.
- How much money?
- 200?
- Wouldn't be worth my while.
- You'd really be
helping me out.
- Oh.
- How about 500?
- Cash?
- Sure.
- What are we waiting for then?
- Okay, so then you'll come?
- For 500 bucks,
I'll come.
Lemme just lock up my bits here.
- Oh yeah, certainly.
- All right, let's show
these kids the way.
- Yeah.
All right.
(dramatic music)
Yeah, it'll be nice.
They'll be happy to see you.
- Why not Bruce?
- Yeah.
Hey, check it out.
- Huh?
- Yeah.
- What's?
- If you scream,
she's gonna shoot you.
- Bruce, I don't have
anything worth stealing
other than a few
balloons and a bit of-
- Get in the van.
- But Bruce, I don't-
- Get in the fucking van.
- [Sticky] What are
you doing? (screams)
- Bruce, stop.
Stop hitting him.
- Stop hitting him.
- Stay calm.
- I'm calm.
- Tie him up.
(door thuds)
To you my only love
(singing indistinctly)
I will find
another Irish pub
A place that I
know quite well
- It probably won't work out.
- [Susie] Excuse me?
- I've been married before.
It didn't work out.
Probably won't be sustainable
for you two either.
That's all I'm saying.
- We're on our second date.
Nobody's talking
marriage over here.
- We got married on Tuesday.
One of those Las Vegas chapels
with no air conditioning.
There wasn't that many people
at it, but it was legit.
We had a cake and everything.
I bought a carrot cake
forgetting she was
lactose intolerant.
I didn't eat it either though.
It was a sign of solidarity.
We took it back to LA
with us the next day.
I know it's unconventional,
but I had my bachelor party
two days after the wedding
at a strip club next girlfriend
of mine was working at.
I drank too much.
I brought my stripper ex
back to our house, and
we were having sex on the couch,
and my wife walked
down the stairs
and that
was that.
Cary Ann moved out the next
day on a Friday evening.
That night, I went to
the fridge to get a beer,
and I realized the wedding
cake was still in there.
My wife was gone.
And there I was sitting in the
dark eating our fucking cake.
It was the most delicious
and the saddest
thing I've ever had.
Blossom moved in the next day.
- That's the most pathetic
thing I've heard in my life.
(lively music)
- Are you scared or something?
- What'd you say?
- I didn't say anything.
- It sounded like you
said something to me.
- I asked you what your name is.
- It's Todd.
- Of course it is.
- What is that supposed to mean?
- He's not worth it, honey.
Look at him, he's a
drunk fucking loser.
(lively music)
- You are a scared
little fucking bitch.
- What the fuck is
your problem, man?
- Talk to me again and I'll
bite your fucking nose off.
- What's going on?
- This guy's been
provoking me all-
- No, no, no, no,
I didn't provoke.
- Yes you fucking have.
In my space.
- No, no.
- Okay, okay, I'm sorry.
Have some shots on the house.
- [Susie] Thank you.
- What is his deal?
- He's not well.
- I'm not fucking well.
- So just go back to what
you're doing, ignore him, okay?
Here you go.
- No, why don't you go
back to what you were doing
and make me another
Malibu Bay Breeze.
And I'll have a water back
and a big fat fucking
smile while you're at it.
And Susie, Susie will
have another whiskey.
And with those, one of those
big fancy rocks that she likes.
Dumb ass bimbo.
(head thuds)
(Susie screams)
- Get your hands off him.
Todd, oh my gosh.
- I ran his card, get out.
- I'm calling the cops.
- You threw a glass at me.
- What, no, I didn't.
(glass shatters)
- You guys see her
throw that glass at me?
- Sure we did, Amy.
She's crazy.
- Sure we did, he said.
- Fuck you.
- Yep, don't forget your card.
(dramatic music)
- [Cary Ann] I was thinking.
- [Bruce] What?
- Maybe we could scare
him into confessing
then get it on video.
- [Bruce] No, they'll
just think we forced him.
- [Cary Ann] Well, it'll
give us peace of mind.
- [Bruce] We already
know he's the killer.
He had the shorts.
- [Cary Ann] It'd
be nice to hear it.
- Hmm.
Well, you can't trust a
guy like that, you know?
- [Cary Ann] Yeah, I suppose.
- That'll do it.
You ready?
- Yeah.
- Get out.
Do anything stupid,
she will shoot you.
Okay.
Keep the gun on him.
Get in.
- What's wrong with you, Roddy?
- I've swam through
oceans of rejection.
I've walked through
meadows of no.
- You think I wanna work
at a bar till 2:00 AM
four nights a week?
- What do you say I come
back to your place tonight?
- No.
- Why not?
- We're not hooking up anymore.
- According to who?
- You're too drunk and
you have a girlfriend.
- Moments of their secret life
burst like stars
upon his memory.
- You should have waited
until you were over Cary Ann,
before you got into
another relationship.
- I fucking hate Cary Ann.
- That's normal.
- What's normal?
- To hate the person
you love the most.
- What the fuck?
(dramatic music)
- That aught to do it.
- I don't hear him anymore.
- Yep, six feet of
dirt will do that.
- You think he's dead?
- Oh, no, no.
That's gonna take a while.
I mean, he needs to feel it
and he's feeling it right now.
(foot thuds)
Let's take a moment
to appreciate this.
The one who made many
suffer is suffering.
We did a good
thing here tonight.
- Why isn't my head
telling me that?
- He's a serial killer?
What if he killed you?
I mean, he tried to.
- Yeah.
- Well, let's get outta here
before a pack of wild dogs
come out and attack us.
- Ow.
Dude.
- Thanks for the lift.
- You're welcome.
- Are you sure you don't want
me to come back to your place?
- I'm not really
feeling sexy, Bruce.
- Well, you look gorgeous.
- Thanks.
- I love having sexual
intercourse with you.
And our time together.
- Thanks.
- I'm sure you don't
mind returning the van?
- Yeah, I'll drop it
off in the morning.
- Do you think you
maybe rinse it out
with a hose or something?
- Okay, yeah.
- Well, maybe I'll
come by tomorrow night?
- Maybe.
- Thanks, Dolly.
- Cary Ann.
- Right?
I know that.
(door thuds)
(latch clicking)
(door thuds)
- Hey, Apple.
Are you hungry?
I was thinking maybe
we should leave LA.
What do you think?
We could go to New
York for a while?
You know, I've always
wanted to be on Broadway.
I could book a show and we
could buy a loft in SoHo.
Just like in the movie.
(door thuds)
You're a fucking asshole.
- I'm an asshole?
- I'm gonna get a fucking
restraining order.
- Where the fuck is he?
- Who?
- Bruce, where the fuck is he?
- I'm home alone.
- All right, here's
what's gonna happen
for the first time in your life
you're gonna listen
and I'm gonna talk.
- That is the fourth
fucking door, Roddy.
- Are you in a cult?
- What are you talking about?
- Him and you, it and you?
- God, you're drunk as usual.
Drunken and as erratic
as a rattlesnake.
- He's the one out
there fucking the dead.
- What are you talking about?
- You don't know?
- Know what?
- Turn on the fucking news.
- Earlier today, the
LAPD released this sketch
of the alleged culprit
- That doesn't
even look like him.
- It's him, it's it.
It is it.
- The man has since been
identified as Bruce Webster,
a maniacal maniac masquerading
as a personal trainer.
Debbie, if any of our viewers
were to come across this man,
should they consider
him armed and-
- Excuse me for a second.
God!
(objects thuds)
(footsteps plodding)
Well, it's not like he was
my boyfriend or anything.
- [Roddy] Did you touch
that fucking thing?
- Fuck off you
judgmental jackoff.
- [Roddy] Jesus fucking Christ.
- I'm dizzy, okay?
I haven't been feeling myself,
and he was really good looking.
And I'm dizzy Roddy.
- He's been inside the dead.
- I thought he saved me, okay?
For years, I dreamed someone
would save you from yourself
and instead he saved me.
What have you ever done
except disappoint everyone.
- I'm gotta be fucking sick.
- You left me for a whore.
You cheated on me with some
teenage hooker on our couch
in our living room.
And then you moved in with her.
10 days after we adopted
a baby fucking dog.
Two days after we got married.
And you know, my
father hated you.
If my mother was alive,
she'd have hated you too.
Oh my God, she
would've despised you.
A no good drunk,
she'd have called you.
An average actor at best,
an average actor who will
always be bested by his demons.
There was never room
for me with you.
You'll always put
drugs and alcohol
and the fucking fantasy
world you live in
above everyone else.
None of what we had
was sustainable, Roddy.
- You're right.
I'm no good.
Just another alcoholic drug
addict who lets everyone down.
I'm a waste of space,
a fucking loser.
And brought a stripper
into our home.
And guess what?
I never fucked a corpse.
- Get the fuck outta here.
- Fuck you.
- Get the fuck outta here.
- Fuck you.
- Shut the fuck up.
- Oh, you shut the fuck up.
- Get the fuck outta here.
Get the fuck outta here.
- Hi, Peggy.
- Is everything okay in here?
- Everything's fine.
- Hi, Roddy.
- Hey, Peggy.
- What happened to the door?
- It fell off.
- Oh, it's been
doing that a lot.
- They don't make them
like they used to.
- I overheard you talking
about the zombie fucker.
- Yeah, we had the news on.
- It's a sick act.
Fornicating with the departed.
- I agree.
- Well.
Have a nice evening.
- I am in so much
fucking trouble, Roddy.
- Just go to the clinic,
get them to wash you out
with bleach or
Drano or something.
- He convinced me it was
someone else who attacked me and
someone else who was
killing all those people.
- What's that's your saying?
- We buried a guy named
Sticky in the desert.
- Who the fuck is Sticky?
- We buried him alive,
this poor homeless man.
- His name was Sticky?
- Yeah.
He's in a cheap coffin.
- How did that happen exactly?
- He's this homeless
street artist.
Sorry, a person experiencing
homelessness is the correct-
- You're saying you
buried this man alive?
Is that what you're saying?
- Yeah.
- When?
- Earlier tonight.
- Where
- In the Mojave.
I thought he was the
serial killer, Roddy.
- What the fuck
is wrong with you?
- I got punched in the head,
I have a fucking concussion.
- How long does it take
to die in a coffin?
- I don't know.
- Look it up, look it up.
(lively music)
- It takes approximately
five and a half hours
for all oxygen to be consumed.
- What time did you bury him?
- I don't know.
- It's kind of an
important detail right now.
- Maybe sometime
around midnight.
- How far away was it?
Remember when you found
me I was spoken for
With tape around my mouth
and lying on the floor
You propped me up
and looked in my eyes
And I saw freedom and
fireflies, oh yeah
All the weight was lifted,
all my strength returned
The flies land on me
but I don't get burned
- Is he dead?
Roddy?
- He's dead.
Jesus fuck.
- I killed a man.
I'm a killer.
Let's go get a cheeseburger
then drop me off
at the precinct.
- You're not
turning yourself in.
- I killed an innocent man.
- No one is that innocent.
- I killed him.
- The lack of oxygen to
his brain killed him.
- We murdered him.
- Just blame your
fucking boyfriend, if
it comes down to it.
- He isn't my boyfriend.
- Whatever the fuck he is.
- You said he was dead.
- He looked dead.
- Does he look dead?
Stop.
Stop.
Sticky calm down.
We're sorry, okay?
- I'm a nice guy, I'm
the one who saved you.
- Sticky calm down.
We're sorry, okay?
- Die you bastard, die.
(gunshot cracks)
- We're sorry, okay?
Bruce is the bad guy, not us.
He put me up to it.
I had a concussion.
- Where is he?
- I dropped him home.
He convinced me you were
the Hollywood Hills Killer.
- Do I look like I fuck corpses?
- No.
Now I'm gonna put the gun down
and we're all gonna
get back in the car
and jet back to Hollywood, okay?
No one else is getting hurt.
- He broke my fucking esophagus.
- You're fine.
- [Roddy] I am not fine.
- You wouldn't be able to talk
if you broke your esophagus.
- Jesus fucking Christ.
- You hungry?
- Huh?
(engine revving)
- [Roddy] All right Sticky.
Home sweet home.
- I'm sorry again.
- Yeah.
(engine cranking)
(engine revving)
- [Cary Ann] Wait, stop.
- Why?
- We can't just leave him here?
- Why not?
- Bruce knows he lives
here and if he comes back
and sees him, he'll
kill me and him.
He'll kill Sticky, Roddy.
- We are now learning
that since returning
to his native Los Angeles,
Bruce Webster has
been masquerading as
a personal trainer.
The Hollywood Hills Killer
was a successful child actor,
but left the entertainment
industry in his early twenties
and became a grave
digger in Delano.
It's alleged that he was
recently fired from his job,
but the cemetery has yet
to respond as to why.
Benjamin.
- Debbie.
Are we any closer to
catching this creep or not?
(bell chiming)
- Currently his whereabouts
are unknown.
(dramatic music)
(Ralph groans)
(dramatic music)
(door thuds)
- Dummy.
Oh, God.
Hey.
- Hey, Ralph.
- Hey.
- What's this?
- What's this?
- What the fuck is that?
- Oh, that's Cassidy.
He goes by Cass.
- What's he doing on my couch?
- It's our couch.
We found it together.
I helped you carry it back here.
- I'm the one in the lease here.
It's my couch.
Why are his fucking pants off?
- We were partying.
- That's not a viable answer.
Why are his pants off?
- He took a nap, okay?
He took his pants off for a
minute while he was napping.
What's she doing here?
- Hello again.
- You brought your
crazy ex in here.
- Blossom don't start.
- Wait, what's wrong with him?
- Don't talk to him.
Don't even look at him.
He's had a rough night.
- You have kind eyes.
- Thank you.
- I'm Sticky.
- Hi Sticky.
- You, get the fuck up.
Are you her boyfriend
or something?
- Yeah, I was.
- Hey, you used to
be an actor, right?
- I am a fucking actor.
- Yeah, an actor
who never works.
- You are in no position
to be questioning someone
else's profession right now.
- Don't make me call
my brothers, Roddy.
- If your brothers
are such a big deal,
why is their sister
stripping four nights a week?
- Because I'm a strong,
independent woman.
- You're a hooker.
- Take that back.
- No.
- Take it back.
- No.
- Should we leave?
- No, they're leaving.
- Take it back.
- Or what?
- Or you're fucking dead, Roddy.
- Would I have seen you
in anything recent like-
- [Roddy] Get the
fuck outta here.
- I need my pants.
- I'll mail them to you.
Get the fuck outta here.
Get the fuck out.
Go.
Out.
Please.
- My brothers are gonna
beat the shit outta you.
- Yeah?
- The father of the
deceased Miss Curtin,
Randall Curtin has just put
up a one million dollar reward
for any information
leading to the capture
of Bruce Webster, the suspected
Hollywood Hills Killer.
What's the matter with you?
- Nothing's the matter with me.
- Then why do you
look so depressed?
You're staring at there
like some sad lump.
- I'm not depressed.
Well, I need to
tell you something.
- I knew something
was wrong with you.
- I put my notice in.
- What are you talking about?
- I got this
incredible opportunity
and it's a camera op
job on a new TV show.
- You can't quit.
- I'm sure you'll find
someone else to pick on.
- I do it in a nice way, Joey.
- That is debatable at best.
- But you're still
gonna be in LA, right?
- The job's in New York.
- But you hate rats and
you have a fear of pigeons.
You can live in New York.
- I'll figure it out.
I would've stayed here
if I had a reason to.
Humans are tribal animals and
sometimes when you,
when you feel like
you're up against it,
you're banging your
head against the wall,
it's not rejection.
It hurts like a
broken hip sometimes.
My heart.
My heart will always be here-
- We have to move.
- Debbie, I'm trying
to tell you something.
- I got the address for one
of the killer's clients.
His best friend.
- [Joey] So?
- So we're gonna
interview him, Joey.
Really?
- I love you, Debbie.
- What are you doing out here?
- He asked if we had any glue.
Is he still in the shower?
- Yeah, sounds like he's
having a lot of fun in there.
- Good.
- There's a million
dollar reward
for information on Bruce.
- All you gotta do is
tell us where it is.
- So what do you say we
take one of his little toes
- Yeah.
- How about that?
One of these pretty little toes.
- Do it.
- Okay, let's do it.
What are you doing here?
- I broke up with Roddy.
- [Alex] Who's that?
- The guy I've been living
with for the last six months.
- [Molly] Who the fuck is this?
- This is my sister.
- Who the fuck are you?
- This is Molly.
- Yeah, cool story Eugie.
Hi Molly.
Who the fuck is this?
- Sebastian.
- Hi Sebastian.
What did he do?
- He disrespected me.
- And he stole from us.
- But it was more
about the disrespect.
- Sure.
- Okay, well, when you're done
with all this drama,
I need your help.
- With what?
- Roddy cheated
on me with his ex.
- Men are fucking pigs.
- Yeah.
- We don't have time to beat
up every guy who cheats on you.
- He abused me.
- Yeah, we can't
fuck up every guy who
yells at you either.
- Well, he pushed me.
- Put his hands on you?
- Yeah.
- I'm too busy for this shit.
- You're gonna let your sister
be roughed up by some guy?
- She don't have any
marks on her face.
- I'll take care of it, cousin.
- I appreciate it.
- Oh, just shoot him in
the knee or something?
- Yeah, all right.
All right.
- And take Jack with you.
That idiot needs the experience.
- Okay.
- Gimme that.
- Don't look at me.
So where does Roddy live?
- I'll show you.
- You seem nervous, Ralph.
- I'm good, man.
I'm just having a
bad day, you know?
My back and everything.
- Came by last night,
there was a police car outside.
- Oh, that was my cousin Billy.
He's a cop.
You're shooting the shit.
- You want to know something
interesting about me?
- I'm good.
- Not many people
knew my last name.
Of course, before it
was all over the news.
But you did.
- I don't recall actually ever.
- You did.
- How do you think that the
news people got it then?
- I guess I should thank you
for making me famous again.
But the terms aren't ideal.
- I would never say anything.
I mean, what you
do in your bedroom
or the morgue or whatever.
That's your business.
And you're also a great
trainer, so there's-
- You dumb piece of shit.
You thought I was
a trainer, hey?
You've actually paid me.
- Dude.
- Hmm, how's your chai?
- It's delicious.
- [Bruce] You fat fuck.
- Hey no, that's
totally uncalled for.
You know what?
Maybe you should.
Maybe you should.
- Maybe I should what?
What should I do, Ralph?
Should I leave?
You want me to leave after
all I've done for you?
Your hands getting tingly,
legs getting stiff.
There's a lot of extra
sugar in your chai.
And some poison.
- Son of a bitch.
(body thuds)
- Don't worry.
You'll still feel everything.
You know, I was a
big star, Ralph.
They forget you really fast.
Dolly was the only one
who ever understood me.
God, my Dolly.
He left me too.
OD'd.
And she was 22.
And when I showed up at
her wake, I came late,
but I showed up.
There she was.
Nobody there.
But there she was.
They put her in this pink velvet
fucking dress.
I mean, goddamn, my Dolly
would never be
caught in that dead.
And there she was.
My Dolly.
Yeah.
Well, after they put
her bones in the ground,
I actually took a
job at the cemetery,
can you believe it or not.
Out there're in Delano.
But despite whatever these
fuckers are saying, these liars,
I never dug up a grave
out of the ground.
(hand thuds)
(Alex knocking)
(balloon whooshes)
(footsteps plodding)
- How about that one?
- No.
- How about those over there?
- No.
- That one?
- I'll tell you if
I see it, Roddy.
- All right.
- You're giving me
another headache.
- That one?
- Jesus fucking Christ.
I swear to fucking God,
I will tell you if I-
Actually, I think that's it.
(door thuds)
- How you doing?
- Hi.
(footsteps plodding)
- Are you Roddy?
- Nope, Sticky.
- Sticky.
Oh, you're a fucking
wise guy, huh?
We got a fucking wise guy here.
- I wouldn't say I'm the wisest.
- Let me fucking take care
of this piece of shit, Alex.
I got this.
- Just relax, man.
Don't use my fucking name.
Fuck.
What's all this?
- Well, I'm glad
you've asked, Alex.
What I'm preparing here is
I'll cover the balloon in glue.
- What are you some
kind of fucking asshole?
- I'm an artist.
- An artist.
Paper mache isn't art.
It's trash.
- It's trash.
- Stuck together.
- Stuck together.
- Art is subjective they say.
- Are you fucking
around with my cousin?
- Is this more nonsense
about fucking the dead?
Because guys, I'm losing
patience if it is.
- Are you comparing
Blossom to a corpse?
- Blossom, oh, she's lovely.
I felt like we had
a solid connection.
- Is that right?
- She told me
I had kind eyes.
- She told us
you cheated on her and
then you roughed her up.
- And then kicked her
outta your fucking house.
- I actually live in a tent.
- Oh.
- Does this look
like a tent to you?
- No.
- It doesn't look-
- Looks like a
fucking brick place.
- Gimme one reason
why my friend here
shouldn't put a bullet in you.
- It would hurt.
- That's right.
- Yeah.
- It would hurt.
- It would fucking hurt a lot.
- It would hurt a lot.
Yeah, it would.
Put a bullet in his knee.
For real.
- Are you fucking serious?
Oh my God, it's heavy.
(gun cocking)
- No, no.
No, no.
- What the fuck is wrong?
- It's just a misfire.
You gotta try it again, right?
- Okay.
Just one sec.
- Okay that's enough.
- It doesn't work.
- [Alex] Now that gun works
perfect, I used it yesterday.
- Okay, well what
the, there's something
fucking wrong with it now.
(gunshot cracks)
- What the fuck?
You dumb motherfucking idiot.
- Is he all right?
- The fuck.
- Alex?
I told you not to shoot him.
Hi Sticky.
Really?
- Yeah, the gun malfunctioned.
He was trying to fix it.
- [Blossom] Where's Roddy?
- Isn't that him?
- No, that's Sticky.
- Sticky.
Okay.
You know what?
Fuck this.
Empty his pockets.
Empty his pockets.
Hey you, you Dickie, whatever
the fuck your name is.
- Sticky.
- Sticky, okay.
This is your fucking
problem, okay?
You fix this.
If you call the cops,
I'm gonna have a hundred
guys rip you limb from limb.
You understand me?
- I think he's dead.
- No fucking shit.
Let's get the fuck outta here.
- I'm sorry Sticky.
Maybe I'll see you around.
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
- Hi.
It's so good to hear your voice.
- It is?
So great to hear your voice too.
- I was thinking about what
you said, and you're right.
We did a good thing
last night, Bruce.
- I am so glad to
hear you say that.
We did an amazing thing, okay?
We saved a lot of lives.
- I'm sorry if I
seemed ambivalent.
- No, it's, no, that's normal.
Did you catch the news today?
- Did I miss something?
- Oh, no, no, no, nope.
Nothing important.
- Listen, I know we said we
might hang out later tonight,
but how about I come by
your place this afternoon?
- Hi.
- I can tell
by the look in your eyes
you've heard what
they said about me.
- About how you're
a corpse fucker?
Yeah, we heard.
- Should have killed you
when I had the chance.
- When did you have
the fucking chance?
- Is that all I'm worth to you?
A million dollars?
You and I are
very, very similar.
- I'm gonna have to
disagree with you there.
- Why didn't you kill
me like the others?
- Because
I saw Dolly.
You're not like all these
other dumb, dumb actresses.
The darkness behind
your eyes comforts me.
- [Roddy] Get on
the ground, man.
- I feel sorry for you.
- You're the one
going to jail forever.
- You're the one
who will be tortured
by his own ego for eternity.
- I'm calling the police.
- Call them.
I'll tell him you
helped me kill Sticky.
In fact, I'll tell him
you've been helping me
the whole time.
- We dug Sticky back up.
- Bullshit.
- Took him for a milkshake
and everything after,
he is doing great.
- Now get on the fucking ground.
- You're a joke.
- You're in no position to-
Shoot him.
- He was moving too fast.
- All right fuck.
Wait here.
(dramatic music)
(footsteps plodding)
- What the fuck?
- Hi, do you know the guy
who lives here, Ralph?
- You're the lady on the news.
- Yeah.
(bodies thudding)
(fist thuds)
- [Cary Ann] Roddy.
(gunshot cracks)
- [Joey] Is he dead?
- [Debbie] He's pretty dead.
- [Cary Ann] Are you okay?
- [Roddy] Yeah.
There's a guy tied
up in the house.
- Get the camera.
- [Joey] Am I going
to jail for this?
- [Debbie] It was self-defense.
Let's split the
million dollars, okay?
What happened to those two?
- [Joey] Where's his gun?
- Moments ago, The Hollywood
Hills Killer, Bruce Webster,
was shot and killed by
a KYLA-35 crew member.
Our colleague, who wishes
to remain anonymous,
heroically shot and
killed the suspect
as he was in the process of
committing another sinister act.
After the suspect
was neutralized,
another victim was discovered
and rushed to the hospital
in stable condition.
Hollywood can sleep
sounder tonight
knowing that this madman
is no longer roaming
the streets of LA.
(latch clicks)
- Who the fuck is that?
- Sticky?
Sticky killed him and left?
- I mean.
- What the fuck do we do now?
- Should we call the cops?
- Yeah.
Unless.
May every morning begin
Tangled in each
other's limbs
Alone in our own universe
In a language of our own
Tell me, is there
something in your silence
- [Roddy] A lot easier
filling it back in
than it is digging it.
- Yeah.
The only thing I
care about is you
(lively music)
- Cary Ann.
I'm sorry.
- For which part?
- The bad parts.
- There were a lot of bad parts.
- The worst parts.
There something
in your silence
- That's still vague.
Look, I forgive you.
- Thank you.
- But I still hate you.
You
You
You
You
- I'm done drinking.
- Really?
I hope so.
- And I'm done using.
- I hope so.
Wow.
Wow.
Is there something
you've been hiding
The only thing I
care about is you
The only thing I
care about is you
The only thing I
care about is you
(footsteps plodding)
(alcohol sloshing)
- [Cary Ann] You just
said you quit drinking
literally eight
fucking seconds ago.
- I obviously meant
starting tomorrow, Cary Ann.
- Nice.
You remember what Bruce said?
- [Roddy] Trying to
forget everything he said.
- The part about you.
- [Roddy] What does it matter
what that fucking
lunatic had to say?
- You're a mad man that'll
be tortured for all eternity
by his own ego.
- You're hardly Mother
Teresa yourself.
- The only thing that excites
you anymore is misery.
You think you're escaping
and you run into yourself.
(lively music)
If I have to kill you
to protect you, I will.
(lively music)
I love you more than I
could ever love anyone, but.
- But what?
Look.
Let's just finish this
off and we'll go home.
(gunshot cracks)
(gentle music)
(gentle music continues)
- No idea where he is.
- He's disappeared
for a week before.
- Yeah.
- He'll turn up.
What is this guy doing?
- I think it's paper mache.
- Hello?
- Hi.
- What are you doing?
- It's papier mache.
- Ah.
Do you have representation?
- I don't even
know what that is.
- What's your name?
- Sticky.
- Of course it is.
I'm Don.
- Pleasure Don.
(lively music)
Waiting for your life to
start then you die, whoa
Was your heart beating
in the first place
Waiting for your life to
start then you die, whoa
Was your heart beating
in the first place
Lost myself in the kitchen
There's an old friend
falling down the stairs
He said there's
cops in the alleyway
It's too late for saving us
Let it burn down
Waiting for your life to
start then you die, whoa
Was your heart beating
in the first place
Waiting for your life to
start then you die, whoa
Was your heart beating
in the first place
(lively music)
Found myself in the basement
There's smoke, there's
ash over everything
This girl I know, yeah,
she's trying to get high
She's telling me,
she's telling me
Let it burn up
Yeah, does it
make you nervous
Have you fulfilled
your purpose
Yeah, does it
make you nervous
The house is on fire
Yeah, does it
make you nervous
Have you fulfilled
your purpose
Yeah, does it
make you nervous
The house is on fire
There's beer left,
so I think I'll stay
(lively music)