100 Tears (2007) Movie Script
I'm right here, please!
I need your help, I'm in here!
-My God, what happened?
-I don't know.
He came in.
He sat down,
and he shot himself.
Serial killers.
No, it won't sell.
All I'm saying is that
why can't the Titanic
rise from the depths
and sail again?
Okay, we've made up some
real shit stories before,
but this one takes
the fucking cake.
I have to put my foot
down Mark, no way.
Oh come on, Jen.
Okay, fine.
Reptile Boy!
I can't believe I'm still
writing about this fucking shit.
Well, it's better
than the Titanic gargle.
Are you serious?
Okay, I have this.
I know okay but,
I'd really think
it would be cool
if we did an expose
on serial killers.
-Okay, I have all this stuff.
-No.
I have things on the
Coney Island Slayer,
and I'm not talking about
just the Teardrop Killer.
Okay, I've compiled
all this info
with the help of my sister on,
I have things about
the Slaughter sisters,
okay the Kentucky
cannibal family.
I mean, look at this
guy, look at his picture.
When you read the article
this is really good stuff.
This is what pays the bills.
Mark, just go with me on this.
Okay, we've been doing this
tabloid crap for five years.
I mean, really don't you
think it's about time
that our work count
for something more than
supermarket checkout lines
and bathroom reading?
Okay,
I'll tell you what.
I'll go with you on this
but we have one week
to get a cover story
to the "Midnight Star".
Okay, what do we got.
-Titanic.
-Reptile Boy.
Come on.
It's a little hokey,
heart-throbbing,
people will think of Leonardo
DiCaprio, Kate Winslet,
-steamy car sex.
-Crazy car sex.
Fine.
I can't remember the last
time I had crazy car sex.
Okay anyway,
you know there's been
this huge rise in the last
year of unsolved homicides.
I really think this is our time.
It's a sign.
Is this what you do late
at night when I'm sleeping?
Yeah, this and masturbate.
Okay anyway, I've got
all this information.
If we can just help
me organize it, like,
into sections and liner notes,
that would be so fantastic.
You know, if you were ugly,
I'd say no fucking way.
Well, good thing I
have the looks then, huh?
And the brains.
Well, I don't know about that.
Are you gonna eat that?
I just want two of these here.
No, help yourself.
Looks good.
-What's up, Legs?
-What's going on?
Nothing much.
I got two weeks
left in this place,
-and I'm out.
-Really?
I got six months.
I can't wait to get outta here.
Jack.
No, has Jimmy got the stuff?
Alright, cool. Can be
here in 15 minutes.
Alright, love you, too, bye.
Yeah, if you
want me to be happy
-to see me?
-Awesome.
-Have you seen Chino?
-No, why?
It's time for my shot
and he has my insulin.
Why in the hell did you give
that crackhead your insulin?
He's not a crackhead,
he's just misunderstood.
-Come on, let's go find him.
-Alright.
Girl, I swear to god.
I'm telling you, Clarence,
you're gonna get
hooked up today, man.
I'm making this Puerto
Rican thing called sancocho.
Mwah, my mama, man.
I can.
Right.
Ooh, check this out.
Some of these homicides
are pretty close to home.
Six months ago,
there was a slaying
just outside the
State Fairgrounds.
Three girls were
butchered limb from limb.
Oddly enough, when they put
the bodies back together,
some of the parts didn't match,
which means there
was a fourth victim.
However, there were
only enough bits
to put three girls
back together.
Where the fourth victim
went, no one knows.
Fuck!
Yeah, Spaulding had mentioned
something about that.
Fuck you, come on
mother, fucker!
Maybe some people are born
like, bad apples, you know?
Too many long hugs
from Uncle Johnny?
Don't worry, little
boy, it'll be alright.
But what makes them tick?
What causes them to do it?
Are you even listening to me?
Yes, I'm listening.
I don't get much time
-to do this, you know.
-Shut up.
Oh shit.
Hey man.
Dang.
So nasty.
You should come
look at this stuff.
Fuck, fuck.
What's up, cracker?
Cracker?
Who you callin'
cracker, cracker?
You.
Hey so Sarah, how
is it in the clean?
Usual bullshit, man.
They're trying to pin a B&E.
Remember the last time,
Dave broke into the
liquor store last week?
Shit girl that was shady.
I saw all the
liquor in his room.
Motherfucker.
No wonder they knew
that stuff was here.
They caught me on the scene
of the crime, fuckin' cops.
Whoa ho, nice man!
Hey, kid's park is across
the street, alright man?
What, pissed off 'cause
the kids didn't leave you
a piece of cake or something?
Hey shitheads, remember me?
Girl who needs a shot?
Fork it over?
Hey, you two stay right here.
-Good idea.
-Don't you go
running away on me now.
Ugh, shit, fuck!
Fuck!
Oh my god, they
even have a picture
of that bloody teardrop
that he drew on the wall.
Since then, 168 cases
have been related
to the Teardrop Killings.
No other evidence
has ever been found.
The fuck?
Fuck.
Oh fuck, fuck!
Go!
Come on, come on!
Come on, you fucker!
Fast, fucker!
Fuck.
Shit.
Shit, shit!
Fuck, oh.
Fuck.
The local investigators
did find trace evidence
of a grease paint.
That was the only thing
out of the ordinary.
I don't get it, grease paint?
God, no.
Please, don't, leave me...
Please don't.
Please!
Please don't!
Please, please!
Holy shit, I just mopped here!
Shit, what happened here?
You crazy clown bastard!
I just mopped these floors!
If you're gonna rub one
out, can I at least watch?
If you
did a few of these,
you might get a girlfriend.
Well let's see, there's a
sexy girl doing Jazzercise
in her panties in
my living room,
so I'd say the only
thing we have to do
to solidify this relationship
is have some crazy monkey sex
and we call it good.
If you
did a hundred of these,
I'd do you in the shower.
If I did a hundred of those,
you'd have to do
me in the hospital.
By the way, should
I get you a bib?
You love my saliva.
Hey, I did some
researching last night.
Oh, you're kidding.
No, I did some,
I found, I found this--
It's that right there.
Oh my god.
Ah, you're a bastard.
Don't worry, I'll get you back.
I swear to God, if
you do that again,
I'm gonna shit on your pillow.
Nice.
-Who is it?
-I don't know.
It's your big sis.
FBI is calling.
Oh wow, there was
a brutal slaying
at a local halfway
house right up the road.
We need to go check it out.
So, put your pants
on and let's go.
Duncan!
What's up buddy?
How are you doing?
Mark, you know I
can't let you in.
-Duncan!
-Jennifer, on the other hand,
well that's a different story.
How's my favorite
reporter doing?
You know we're not
gonna touch anything.
The bodies are already gone.
Nothing left to see.
Come on, crime scene's
not even here yet.
There's gotta be
something to look at.
You guys know I
can't let you in.
What do you got?
-Jackson.
-Franklin.
-Garfield.
-The cat?
Ha ha, funny.
-Just give him the 50.
-No!
-It's for the video game.
-Video game or crime scene?
Come on!
Hold my camera.
-Hope you're happy.
-Ecstatic.
She's gonna take your report.
I'm gonna go look around.
-Hey!
-What?
I'm just going inside.
Not a word of this Spaulding.
Oh never.
Hey, maybe we should get
a cup of coffee sometime.
Yeah sure.
Mmhmm.
Hey.
Jesus Christ!
Don't you knock before
you come to a place?
-Scared, little baby?
-No.
-Hmm.
-A little bit, yes.
Maybe a little.
Let's get outta here.
-Did you get enough?
-Yeah.
So did, uh, Duncan
have anything to say?
Besides asking me out
on a date, not much.
Although he did say there were
two more people unaccounted for.
Huh.
Jack?
Jack!
Jack, wake up!
We have to get out
of here!
-Jill?
-Jack!
What, what, what is it?
What's happening?
Jack, I'm so cold.
My legs, my legs are
so cold.
Don't worry, baby.
It'll, it'll be
okay, don't worry.
Jack, Jack, what is it?
I love you, I love you!
You mean, if we can get
free, we can make a run for it!
-We--
-Sure!
Don't, don't worry baby,
we'll get outta here.
We're gonna be okay.
-No!
-Don't you touch her!
Don't you touch her!
Jack!
Well, maybe they
spent the night somewhere else,
got a hotel.
Well if they did, lucky them.
I just don't see how
they could afford it
by the look of the
clientele here.
You're just saying that
'cause there's blood
and guts everywhere.
I'm telling you, if you slapped
a fresh new coat of
paint on this place,
it's good as new.
Should we continue, smart ass?
-Yes.
-Which way?
That way.
Oh, my god, Mark!
Fuck is going on?
You guys doing a sweep?
I'm sorry, sweetie.
What the fuck is going on?
What the hell?
I didn't know there was
a little girl in there!
It was a clown, he
was killing everybody!
I'm sorry baby,
I'll keep you safe.
You guys need to be a
little more thorough, man.
Man, I'll call dispatch
and get someone over
here right away, alright?
-He was killing everybody!
-Don't worry, sweetie.
You'll be safe now.
No, not Jack!
Jack!
-Fuck you, fuck you!
-Jack!
No!
Please!
Please, please.
I'll do whatever
you want, please.
I'll do anything you want.
No, no!
No!
No!
Mom, I'm going out
for a little bit.
You look like a clown.
-I like clowns.
-Where are you going?
Just going out with
girls for a little bit,
get some drinks and who knows?
Well, you be careful
out there honey.
There's a lot of
lunatics out there today.
Mom, it's not the
lunatics I'm worried about.
It's the sane people.
They're the ones who
need the ax to the head.
Take a look at this.
So, I've been doing
cross references
on circus and carnival runs
against times and locations.
-Okay, did you make this?
-Yes.
It's pretty awesome.
-Okay.
-Well,
how come the police
haven't figured this out?
I have no idea.
Have you seen the police work?
They're fucking idiots.
-Duncan is a retard.
-I'm serious.
I don't know, any
of those related?
-They connected in any?
-Yeah but only two,
Roxanna Dugan and
Tracy Greaston.
-Okay.
-Roxanna was murdered.
Tracy identified her body.
They were like best
friends in 1985.
I don't know, here read this.
They joined some
traveling circus.
The police found the body
of Roxana Dugan in the woods.
According to the reports,
she's the first real victim
of the Teardrop killings.
Huh.
Interesting.
You should call your
sister, she's a fed.
She might be able
to help us out.
Yeah.
Oh fuck!
-I got this.
-What?
I stole it off
the registration desk
-at the halfway house.
-What is it?
It's a list of
all the residents.
Maybe we can cross-reference
it to any of the murders
that have happened in the past.
Maybe someone is connected
to some of these people.
See, this is why I love you.
I know.
Oh and by the way,
I looked up the circus boat
that was listed on the report.
-Mmhmm?
-And some of them
live in Gibsontown.
He's got
unfinished business.
And I bet you this Tracy chick,
I bet you she's in Gibtown.
You know, that explains
why the murders happened
every few months up
and down the coast.
Yeah well, the circus
does go from town to town.
Wait, Faye is a carny.
Well, a little girl
did say she saw a clown.
The circus does
start in three days.
You know what, in the morning,
let's go out to Gibsonton,
see what's what.
In the meantime, I'm
gonna take it dump.
Sounds hot.
Damn.
Hey, hey wake up!
Wake the fuck up,
wake the fuck up.
Oh shit, oh shit.
So, let me get this straight.
This guy's been
killing for 20 years,
lays waste to an
entire halfway house
and nobody knows anything.
I don't get it, what's the deal?
You know, Tracy Greaston
has been missing since 1985.
There's like a million
people missing in America.
He could have killed
here years ago
and put her under a rock.
Okay, that was my sis.
Not like you speak
Greek to everybody.
Okay, my sis said
she and the FBI
have little to
nothing on the guy.
They haven't heard anything
about any kinda clown,
so I guess we have
the upper hand,
but she did say we
should go check it out.
You know, just in case.
Well, this place looks like fun.
Can't be too bad,
it's carny folk.
-What can I do you for?
-Hey.
Where would one go
to find the locals?
What do you mean?
Well, we're looking for
some information on a clown.
Just because we're a circus,
do you think we
know every clown?
Fuck you pal.
No, I'm sorry,
you're mistaken.
We're trying to put
a connection together
-with the Teardrop Killer.
-What are you, FBI?
Oh, no sir, we're
just reporters.
-What paper?
-A local one.
All papers are local.
-What's the name, darling?
-"Midnight Star".
-Isn't that a tabloid paper?
-Yes, yes it is.
Well hell darlin',
why didn't you say so?
I can't take a good shit
without having one of
them on the crapper.
Well, that's a good thing.
Tell you what, you see
that park over there?
-Uh-huh.
-You need to talk to Drago.
He can set you in
the right direction.
-Number two.
-Number two.
Okay great.
Alright excellent,
thanks, appreciate it.
Alright, if you get
lost, come on back.
We end up with all
the strikers here.
-Okay, thank you.
-Okay, great.
P.S., sucker's knee
is every New Year's Eve.
Well.
You wanna hoof it?
Yeah, I could use a walk.
-So, he say number two?
-Number two,
not that I see any
numbers on any of these.
-Yeah, I don't see anything.
-I see names.
Excuse me, I'm
looking for a Drago.
-Are you Mr. Drago?
-Wait a damn minute.
Can I help you?
Yeah, I'm
looking for a Drago.
-What do you want?
-Well really,
we just wanna ask
him some questions.
I don't know a Drago.
Come on, man, it
will only take a minute.
I'm not going
to jail for this.
Jump on back, go!
We're
going the wrong way!
What in the hell
is Frodo's problem?
Come on, Mark!
-Mark, look out!
-Come on!
Arghh!
Fucking cheating as
hell, mother fucker!
Oh, shit!
Ugh, ugh, ugh!
That little fuckin'
bastard can run.
-Tell me about it.
-My stomach hurts.
I think I'm gonna shit my pants.
Come on, let's find him.
-Ugh, ah!
-Shit!
Damn it!
-Damn!
-Fuck!
-Yeah man.
-Drago!
We're reporters, not the police,
if that's what
you're worried about.
Drago!
Fuck, alright I've got to shit.
-Drago!
-I don't see him.
Fuck!
Drago!
-We just wanna talk.
-Yeah, man.
I was right on his ass.
Not the police, huh?
Sure look like the
fucking police to me!
-We're reporters.
-Yeah, right!
We work for
the "Midnight Star".
Oh, so why didn't you say so?
What the fuck you
doing up there?
I'm looking for your ass.
Well, in case you
haven't noticed, I'm short.
Next time you're looking
for a dwarf, stay low.
How can I help you?
Well, we've come
to the understanding
that you might have
some information
-on the Teardrop Killer.
-Teardrop Killer?
I don't know nothing about
a Teardrop Killer, lady.
Well, we've heard that
there's some kind of connection
-with him in this area.
-Sorry, lady, I have no idea.
Hey, man, you made me
come all the way out here
chase your ass for a fucking
mile not to get any answers.
So you got two choices.
One, you give us something,
or two, I'm gonna shove
your ass into a coal truck.
Coal truck?
What is this, 1933?
Engines run on gasoline now.
-Whatever, give us something.
-Yeah, come on man.
I'll tell you what.
Give me some time,
I'll go ask around,
and if you guys
come back tomorrow,
and then we'll do lunch.
You can't help us out?
He wants us to
come back tomorrow.
What, fine.
Come back tomorrow,
and then we'll do lunch.
-Fine.
-Fine, fine!
Whatever.
Hey, can you
guys find your way back?
Fuck you.
-Your coffee.
-Thank you.
You're welcome.
-Coffee, there you go.
-Thanks.
-No problem.
-Damn it!
I don't wanna wait an entire
day to check this out.
We need to find some
more evidence, something.
Well, we can contact
that Tracy woman.
Yeah,
that's not a bad idea.
She might be able
to help us out.
Good to see you
again, how you doing?
-Good, how are you.
-Good.
-Good to see you.
-Alright.
-There it is, guys, huh?
-Yeah.
As you can see this
place has been vacant
for quite some time.
That's why we came down
so much on the price.
When's the last time
you were out here?
Honestly it's gotta be
probably but a year ago,
but as you can see the
place is well used,
so you guys should be able
to get comfortable on it.
-Is the power still on?
-Yeah.
Yeah we keep it on for people
that wanna look around.
When was this
place built, you know?
The early
1900s, actually.
-Really?
-Yeah, yeah.
It's been around for a while.
-It's got character.
-Character?
-What do you think, William?
-Don't really care.
So, as you guys
can see this place
is absolutely sound, you know,
-structurally at least.
-Yep.
But, I gotta go
make a phone call,
so if you guys wanna
just take a look around,
-I'll meet you out front.
-Sounds good.
-Alright, thanks, guys.
-See you in a bit.
Oh yeah, Michael, where's
this door lead over here?
That's the water works, just
pipes and stuff like that.
I don't usually go down
there, it kinda freaks me out.
-Have a look see.
-Alright.
Whoo.
Oh!
Fuck, it smells like piss,
piss and dead animals.
Yeah, these assholes wanna
go look in the basement,
so probably gonna be here
about another half hour.
Then I have that
lunch then with Lucy,
so probably not gonna be
back in the office today, so,
but their file is in a
blue folder on my desk,
so if you can take it--
What the fuck!
-That's probably Mike.
-Yeah.
-I'll find you, okay?
-Okay.
Mike?
Mike?
What the fuck are
you supposed to be?
I think we have
some issues to deal with.
Yeah, like those
fucking nosy FBI guys.
Those weren't FBI, trust me.
How do you know?
Because when the FBI walks in,
they flash their
badges at everything,
you, me, Fido,
your potted plant,
even the fucking fridge.
Well, all I know
is they were asking about
the Teardrop Killer.
Well, we don't know any
Teardrop Killer, do us?
Look, we ain't got
nothing to give them.
I'm sorry but they're
gonna have to write about
fish boy or the
truckstop girl this week.
And what if he comes for us?
Gurdy's not coming back to us.
Easy for you to say.
You wasn't dragged in
the middle of all this.
But then Gurdy, we took
care of that long ago.
Well, it's someone who knows
an awful lot about Gurdy,
'cause he's sure
doing the things
that Gurdy would have done.
Gurdy's
been dead 20 years.
Okay, you know what, fuck it.
If you're so sure
that he's dead,
then why don't you just tell me
everything that needs to
know about Luther Baxter.
What do you
mean, "If I'm sure?"
-Forget it.
-God damn it, Drago.
20 years we've kept Johnny
Law out of our business.
Justice was done, eye
for an eye, carny law.
Well, if Luther
Baxter is dead,
then who is wanting him back?
The murders have never stopped.
Maybe, but they
ain't never come home.
Well right now,
too close to home,
too close to Tracy's home.
Okay, I think I found her.
There's like six Tracy Greastons,
but all unlisted numbers.
Well, if you were almost
killed by a crazy serial killer,
wouldn't you wanna not be found?
-Yeah, good point.
-Yes, thank you.
Well, let's get started.
I wanna get out to Hell's
Hideaway before it gets too late.
What the fuck?
Luther!
Hey there, lady, looks
like you need a ride.
Maybe, where you headed?
Wherever you wanna go.
Wherever you're
driving, honey.
Well, hop in.
What's wrong?
Never seen a pretty girl before?
What, no, I mean yes.
Don't worry.
I don't bite.
You seem nervous.
I can help.
So are you a working girl?
Just drive, loverboy.
I know a place we can go,
it's up ahead on that road.
Alright.
I guess that's a no.
I guess so.
Luther, wait, wait, Luther.
Before you kill me, I
got something for you.
Don't kill me, I got something.
She's still alive.
Go on, take it.
Well, why don't you
tell me what you want?
-Do you like what you see?
-Oh yeah.
Hey!
All good things come
to those who wait.
Oh come on, baby.
There's no one here.
She obviously doesn't live here.
It's a T-shirt shop.
-Where to now?
-Three down, two to go.
Awesome.
-Alright.
-One more stop.
Let's go.
-Cross that off the list.
-Yeah.
Hurry, come quick,
you missed him.
Who, Drago?
Did he take off running again.
-No no no, he was here.
-Fuck!
It's a mess, man, it's a mess.
Mark, the keys.
Hey, fucker!
Can you kill the
bright lights in here?
I have one hell of a headache.
Jesus, Drago, are you okay?
No, I'm not okay.
-Wait, he didn't kill you?
-No, but he should have.
-Well, why didn't he?
-Hey, hey, hey!
-Thanks a lot, lady.
-Well, that's not
-what I meant.
-Don't push it.
I gave her up so that
he wouldn't kill me,
not that he would have anyways.
Gave who up, Tracy Greaston?
What, how do you know her?
Well, we didn't
know, but now we do.
We just cross-referenced
our asses for about a day.
You two, y'all
should be detectives.
-I told you.
-Okay, wait.
What do you mean
you gave her up?
Y'all two don't
get it, do y'all?
-Get what?
-The Teardrop Killer
is Luther Edward Baxter,
also known as Gurdy the Clown.
That little girl said
she saw a clown that night.
Yeah he's a clown.
She changed her
name to Samantha.
We meant Tracy
about 20 years ago.
They said that they
wanted to go into circus.
Tracy she, she liked the Gurdy,
and Roxy,
she liked Ralphio.
You know Ralphio, he
was our strong guy.
He was charming and the
ladies really loved him.
They really did.
And I think that's
one of the reasons
why Tracy and Roxanne, that's
why he joined the circus.
You know if you ask me,
they were just wanting to bang
their way up the East Coast,
but anyway Tracy
took a liking to Gurdy.
That's when the
shit hit the fan.
You see, Tracy and Gurdy,
they hooked up one night.
And Roxanna that bitch, she
hated Gurdy from the beginning.
She got jealous and
came screeching,
yelling something
about a rape something.
And of course the first one
she ran into was Raphael.
-Gurdy is raping Tracy!
-What?
He's over this way, come on!
Of course Ralphio, the
big strong macho guy,
and the both of them they
steamrolled over to the tent.
Ralphio, he went all monkey nuts
and started beating up on Gurdy
without giving him
a chance to explain.
Well later that night,
Gurdy, he got he
got even-Steven.
The first one to bite
the big one was Roxanne.
That bitch had it coming.
She had it coming.
And then, Ralphio,
yeah he got it,
stabbed right to the
back of the head.
At that point, Gurdy and I,
we both knew that he
had to leave the circus.
He had to get out of town.
Ralphio was very liked.
The circus was not
gonna be the same
without the strongman.
So later on that night, we
got him out of here alright.
Haven't seen him since.
You know, he can never really
stay away from the circus.
Every time that we
traveled, he's there.
We may never see
him, he's there.
Is he on her way to
her house right now?
I have something for you.
-It may not be too late.
-What is it?
-When did he leave?
-About 30 minutes ago.
Fuck, call Spaulding.
Tell him to meet us at
Tracy Greaston's house.
There still may be time.
Well, we could be too late
for the whole fucking thing.
Drago, you might wanna
think about hiring a maid.
This fucking place is atrocious.
Hey, if you
guys find out anything,
I got a midnight
show at the circus.
Great, thanks.
-Ugh.
-Take care of yourself.
Give me back the--
Put me down, let me go!
Let me go!
Get off of me!
Get off!
What the hell is this?
It looks like the apple
doesn't fall far from the tree.
Does it, Daddy?
Hey buddy, no sleeping.
Aw fuck, there
goes my lunch hour.
Tracy?
Which door?
-It's locked.
-This one too.
Ms. Greaston!
Nothing.
I don't get it.
There's a TV on.
Look, door is open.
Should we go in?
You go.
Now we go in.
-Nice move.
-Thanks.
-Shit, why'd you do that?
-I'm sorry!
Wait, is she dead?
She's not doing the cha-cha!
Well, you don't know, check!
Well do I look like an EMT?
Okay.
-Call Spaulding.
-Right.
Hey guys, you have
a nice night tonight.
Drink that shit,
man, chug that shit!
That's what's up, dude.
Well, looks like we got
some catching up to do,
doesn't it, Daddy?
Listen guys, I really
appreciate all the help,
but if any of the
higher-ups find out
that you two snooped around
at the halfway house,
we're all gonna be
in trouble, okay?
This just means there's a
serial killer on the loose.
Really?
Yeah, this is the
seventh case we've had
just like this one.
We had one other day
and now two tonight.
-Oh, well that's interesting.
-Mmhmm.
Excuse me, I've
gotta get inside.
-Fuckin' Duncan!
-Well, what do you expect?
My $50 back!
So you're saying seven
more just like this.
Yeah, with the smiley
faces cut from ear to ear.
When was the last one?
I'm not sure, sometime
between nine and 10.
-Where?
-Over in the port.
There's a second
person living here.
Mrs. Greaston had a
21 year old daughter.
-Her name is Christine.
-Hey.
Get this, she does
seem to be missing.
Well that explains
why the door was open.
-Well she's as good as dead.
-That's awfully negative.
Well, I'd say there isn't
a sweeping merit badge
on that belt there, brownie.
Well, he was here alright.
We need to find the daughter.
Uh, I don't see you
two wearing badges.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I must have missed that
shopping trip to Toys R Us.
-I was busy that day.
-You want some of this?
-Are you serious?
-Neither you want
any of this, okay?
Back off!
Listen you know what, I
want my, oh fuck is my wallet?
How about I give
you $50 to blow me?
Still owe me 50,
asshole.
Duncan is a dick!
You were kinda tough tonight.
You know, I've never
seen that before.
Well, fuck shit pissed me off.
Wait, what do you mean?
I can be tough.
I'm tough.
I'm just saying,
it was different.
So what are we supposed to do,
wait until he kills again?
God, this sucks so bad.
Well alright, Jennifer.
Let's just take showers,
call it a night,
and do some more research
into the morning?
Research what?
Missing children who
have been kidnapped
by crazy-ass psycho clowns?
Okay, I don't think they
have a website for that.
God, now I'm pissed.
Well then, forget it, because
homicide is all over it now,
and the FBI and your sister
will be all over
everything tomorrow,
so we're out of the picture.
-Wait, are you giving up?
-Yeah, you know what?
You know what?
I'd rather write
about mutant moon men
who have disco parties on Mars
than to have to put up
with this shit any longer.
Well I don't fucking want to
write about that shit, Mark!
I'm sick of it.
God I want something
real, you know?
I'm taking a shower.
Wait!
Mark, let's just go back
out to Hell's Hideaway
and talk to Drago.
Jen, forget it!
It's ridiculous!
He's a killer, he's
killing people!
Just give me another chance.
-I gave you a chance.
-Where's it gonna lead?
I don't know,
but it's time we
take that chance.
God, we've waited so long, Mark.
Ladies and gentlemen,
step right up,
and I'll introduce to you
the final show tonight.
The most amazing and
fantastic show on Earth,
but wait no more for a sight
which the likes have
never been seen before.
You will never find another
scene like this ever!
I give you--
So, what do you guys think?
I'll take an order
of the twins to-go.
-Tracy Greaston is dead.
-What the fuck you mean,
-"She's dead"?
-Your clown killed her.
Nah, I don't believe it.
-What, why not?
-'Cause he wouldn't.
You mean he never
got around to it.
No, I mean he wouldn't.
He loved her.
Yeah okay, so a serial killer
with the deductive reasoning
not to kill the woman he loves,
that sounds like a crackpot
story to me, buddy.
Yeah, like you should know.
Animal rights, vampire babies,
killing aliens to
save livestock?
Touche.
So he loved her so much
he slit her from ear to ear.
What, uh no ma'am,
that's not his MO.
So why was she
slit from ear to ear?
Who the fuck knows.
Maybe somebody else killed her.
Yeah, okay.
Luther has been the Teardrop
Killer for over 20 years,
not some smiley guy killer,
or Slappy the Carver.
So, why didn't you
call the fucking cops?
Well, one thing you learn
is when you work on the road,
that we take care of our own,
no interference from outside
for any reason.
Why are you helping us?
Times change and conscience
weighs heavy, my friend.
Now if you guys don't mind,
I like to go drink
myself into a coma.
-I've had a rough night.
-So, that's it?
That's all I
got for you, lady.
Why don't you guys just
let the cops handle it?
Don't even try
that route, buddy.
That'll get you nowhere.
Thanks, Drago.
You take care, man.
Maybe we'll see
you again sometime.
Maybe on
better terms next time.
Yeah, yeah maybe.
Take care, man.
Goodbye.
-Hey.
-What's that?
Oh, when was that reported?
What, so you seriously
think it's a connection?
No, well we can go
out and take a look.
Yeah no, give me the address.
If anything happens
I'll call you, bye.
There's also two
businessmen missing,
and the last-known whereabouts
are at this address
that she gave me.
Mmm.
-Is that going to be necessary?
-Fucking A right.
Well, don't wear
the blindfold.
Wait.
I'm just saying,
I'd do things to that girl
she could write essays about.
-Let it go, man, let it go.
-What?
Hold on.
My phone is ringing.
Hello?
Oh, hey, Jennifer.
-What, listen.
-Ask her if she likes me.
Shh, you two need to back
off this thing for awhile.
You can really get hurt, okay?
Let us take care of this.
We can't.
-we're so close now.
-What, what's he saying?
-He wants us to back off.
-Fuck that, no way.
-Spaulding man, just--
-Where is it, exit 34?
We'll be there in 30, do not
go inside, let us handle this.
Yeah, would you just please
meet us at the warehouse.
I guess you're gonna get
to save the day after all.
Cool, let's go.
Are you sure
-this is the place?
-Yeah.
Daddy,
you scared me.
Hey, stop.
For me?
Oh.
Daddy, I want to kill.
You know what your problem is?
You're thinking
with little Duncan.
Yeah, well little
Duncan needs a dip.
-A dip in what?
-Hot Jennifer coffee to go.
You're a fool, man.
Hello!
I thought you were
gonna go down there.
I am.
I'm coming.
I mean, what's the
worst that's gonna happen?
How are you gonna be in there?
That's what I wanna know.
I told you, I'm
a fucking ninja.
Holy fuck, it's him.
Run!
Ugh, come on.
Ugh, ah fuck!
Come on!
Mark,
there's a door!
Shit!
Run!
Get off him!
Get off him!
-Alright.
-Shit!
Fuck, ugh!
Oh, shit, fucking Christ.
Ugh, fucker!
Jen.
Jen.
-Help!
-Well that can't be good.
-Coo, let's go!
-Help me!
-Help me!
-Jen!
Can
you hear me, help?
-Jennifer?
-Help!
Fuck.
Help, help!
Help, help!
Help please help!
I'll go around back.
-Stay in front.
-Alright.
Are you okay, where's Mark?
I don't know, but the
killer clown is here
-and he's trying to kill us.
-What killer clown?
Gurdy, Gurdy the Clown.
What the
hell are you talking about?
-Okay, the Teardrop Killer.
-He's a circus clown.
Yes, yes, okay you
know we don't have time.
I know this sounds crazy but
we need to get out of here.
-I'm telling the fucking truth.
-Come on, come on.
-Okay.
-I'm gonna get you outta here
-and then I'm gonna find him.
-Okay.
Jen.
Jen.
Help me please come here!
-Are you Christine Greaston?
-Yes!
Please help me, he's after me!
-Who?
-The clown.
What, what, stay calm.
Alright, stay calm, calm down.
I'm as calm as a bomb.
Come on, get inside.
Sit down.
Dispatch, this is Detective
Spaulding, badge number 4375.
I have a 232 at 33804
West Winnipeg Road.
We have multiple 450s.
I need a backup team and
emergency team immediately.
Now, Detective Duncan is
in there on the other side.
Proceed with caution.
You stay here, do not get out
this car, I'm going back in.
Oh my God, are you Christine?
Are you okay?
Did he do anything to you?
Okay, I'm gonna go get,
I'm gonna go get help.
Be right back.
-Nobody hits my Daddy!
-What?
Fucking get off!
Go, Daddy, go!
No, oh no!
Mark.
I'm talking about
fucking family reunion.
Take that!
What did you do
to me, you whore!
You'll be blind today
if you live that long.
What do you think
of that, punk bitch?
Fuck!
Holy God damn!
So the great Teardrop
Killer is a pussy after all?
Good move, Daddy.
But, you should have
done that to tubby
before he smashed my
face into the wall.
What?
You're gonna shoot me?
You'd be better off
shooting yourself!
You're gonna kill me, Dad?
Some father-figure you are.
You might as well
kill yourself, Daddy.
Alright, fuck this.
Mark.
Somebody
please help me!
Hold
on, I'm coming.
Please hurry, please find me!
Okay, keep yelling,
I'm following your voice.
Come please, I'm right here!
Come quick, please help me.
-I'm coming!
-I'm here, please!
My God!
What the hell happened?
He, he came in,
he sat down,
and he shot himself.
-Have you seen Mark?
-Yeah.
-You have?
-Yeah.
-Okay, when?
-He was here.
He was, okay, where?
What do you wanna do now, Daddy?
Do it, Daddy!
Do it, come on, Daddy, kill him!
Daddy, you go get the cop!
I'm gonna kill
this slut!
I'm gonna cut your
pretty little face!
Hey, bitch!
Does that turn you on?
Daddy!
You forgot something.
Oh, thank you for
all your support.
Bye, there you go, Gene,
now have a great day.
-Hi there, how are you?
-Good, how are you?
-Thank you for coming out.
-Oh.
-Who would you like?
-Gillian.
-Gillian?
-With a G and a I.
-Thank you for your support.
-Thanks.
Appreciate it.
-Hi.
-I'm your biggest fan.
Oh, are you now,
and what's your name?
Luther.
I need your help, I'm in here!
-My God, what happened?
-I don't know.
He came in.
He sat down,
and he shot himself.
Serial killers.
No, it won't sell.
All I'm saying is that
why can't the Titanic
rise from the depths
and sail again?
Okay, we've made up some
real shit stories before,
but this one takes
the fucking cake.
I have to put my foot
down Mark, no way.
Oh come on, Jen.
Okay, fine.
Reptile Boy!
I can't believe I'm still
writing about this fucking shit.
Well, it's better
than the Titanic gargle.
Are you serious?
Okay, I have this.
I know okay but,
I'd really think
it would be cool
if we did an expose
on serial killers.
-Okay, I have all this stuff.
-No.
I have things on the
Coney Island Slayer,
and I'm not talking about
just the Teardrop Killer.
Okay, I've compiled
all this info
with the help of my sister on,
I have things about
the Slaughter sisters,
okay the Kentucky
cannibal family.
I mean, look at this
guy, look at his picture.
When you read the article
this is really good stuff.
This is what pays the bills.
Mark, just go with me on this.
Okay, we've been doing this
tabloid crap for five years.
I mean, really don't you
think it's about time
that our work count
for something more than
supermarket checkout lines
and bathroom reading?
Okay,
I'll tell you what.
I'll go with you on this
but we have one week
to get a cover story
to the "Midnight Star".
Okay, what do we got.
-Titanic.
-Reptile Boy.
Come on.
It's a little hokey,
heart-throbbing,
people will think of Leonardo
DiCaprio, Kate Winslet,
-steamy car sex.
-Crazy car sex.
Fine.
I can't remember the last
time I had crazy car sex.
Okay anyway,
you know there's been
this huge rise in the last
year of unsolved homicides.
I really think this is our time.
It's a sign.
Is this what you do late
at night when I'm sleeping?
Yeah, this and masturbate.
Okay anyway, I've got
all this information.
If we can just help
me organize it, like,
into sections and liner notes,
that would be so fantastic.
You know, if you were ugly,
I'd say no fucking way.
Well, good thing I
have the looks then, huh?
And the brains.
Well, I don't know about that.
Are you gonna eat that?
I just want two of these here.
No, help yourself.
Looks good.
-What's up, Legs?
-What's going on?
Nothing much.
I got two weeks
left in this place,
-and I'm out.
-Really?
I got six months.
I can't wait to get outta here.
Jack.
No, has Jimmy got the stuff?
Alright, cool. Can be
here in 15 minutes.
Alright, love you, too, bye.
Yeah, if you
want me to be happy
-to see me?
-Awesome.
-Have you seen Chino?
-No, why?
It's time for my shot
and he has my insulin.
Why in the hell did you give
that crackhead your insulin?
He's not a crackhead,
he's just misunderstood.
-Come on, let's go find him.
-Alright.
Girl, I swear to god.
I'm telling you, Clarence,
you're gonna get
hooked up today, man.
I'm making this Puerto
Rican thing called sancocho.
Mwah, my mama, man.
I can.
Right.
Ooh, check this out.
Some of these homicides
are pretty close to home.
Six months ago,
there was a slaying
just outside the
State Fairgrounds.
Three girls were
butchered limb from limb.
Oddly enough, when they put
the bodies back together,
some of the parts didn't match,
which means there
was a fourth victim.
However, there were
only enough bits
to put three girls
back together.
Where the fourth victim
went, no one knows.
Fuck!
Yeah, Spaulding had mentioned
something about that.
Fuck you, come on
mother, fucker!
Maybe some people are born
like, bad apples, you know?
Too many long hugs
from Uncle Johnny?
Don't worry, little
boy, it'll be alright.
But what makes them tick?
What causes them to do it?
Are you even listening to me?
Yes, I'm listening.
I don't get much time
-to do this, you know.
-Shut up.
Oh shit.
Hey man.
Dang.
So nasty.
You should come
look at this stuff.
Fuck, fuck.
What's up, cracker?
Cracker?
Who you callin'
cracker, cracker?
You.
Hey so Sarah, how
is it in the clean?
Usual bullshit, man.
They're trying to pin a B&E.
Remember the last time,
Dave broke into the
liquor store last week?
Shit girl that was shady.
I saw all the
liquor in his room.
Motherfucker.
No wonder they knew
that stuff was here.
They caught me on the scene
of the crime, fuckin' cops.
Whoa ho, nice man!
Hey, kid's park is across
the street, alright man?
What, pissed off 'cause
the kids didn't leave you
a piece of cake or something?
Hey shitheads, remember me?
Girl who needs a shot?
Fork it over?
Hey, you two stay right here.
-Good idea.
-Don't you go
running away on me now.
Ugh, shit, fuck!
Fuck!
Oh my god, they
even have a picture
of that bloody teardrop
that he drew on the wall.
Since then, 168 cases
have been related
to the Teardrop Killings.
No other evidence
has ever been found.
The fuck?
Fuck.
Oh fuck, fuck!
Go!
Come on, come on!
Come on, you fucker!
Fast, fucker!
Fuck.
Shit.
Shit, shit!
Fuck, oh.
Fuck.
The local investigators
did find trace evidence
of a grease paint.
That was the only thing
out of the ordinary.
I don't get it, grease paint?
God, no.
Please, don't, leave me...
Please don't.
Please!
Please don't!
Please, please!
Holy shit, I just mopped here!
Shit, what happened here?
You crazy clown bastard!
I just mopped these floors!
If you're gonna rub one
out, can I at least watch?
If you
did a few of these,
you might get a girlfriend.
Well let's see, there's a
sexy girl doing Jazzercise
in her panties in
my living room,
so I'd say the only
thing we have to do
to solidify this relationship
is have some crazy monkey sex
and we call it good.
If you
did a hundred of these,
I'd do you in the shower.
If I did a hundred of those,
you'd have to do
me in the hospital.
By the way, should
I get you a bib?
You love my saliva.
Hey, I did some
researching last night.
Oh, you're kidding.
No, I did some,
I found, I found this--
It's that right there.
Oh my god.
Ah, you're a bastard.
Don't worry, I'll get you back.
I swear to God, if
you do that again,
I'm gonna shit on your pillow.
Nice.
-Who is it?
-I don't know.
It's your big sis.
FBI is calling.
Oh wow, there was
a brutal slaying
at a local halfway
house right up the road.
We need to go check it out.
So, put your pants
on and let's go.
Duncan!
What's up buddy?
How are you doing?
Mark, you know I
can't let you in.
-Duncan!
-Jennifer, on the other hand,
well that's a different story.
How's my favorite
reporter doing?
You know we're not
gonna touch anything.
The bodies are already gone.
Nothing left to see.
Come on, crime scene's
not even here yet.
There's gotta be
something to look at.
You guys know I
can't let you in.
What do you got?
-Jackson.
-Franklin.
-Garfield.
-The cat?
Ha ha, funny.
-Just give him the 50.
-No!
-It's for the video game.
-Video game or crime scene?
Come on!
Hold my camera.
-Hope you're happy.
-Ecstatic.
She's gonna take your report.
I'm gonna go look around.
-Hey!
-What?
I'm just going inside.
Not a word of this Spaulding.
Oh never.
Hey, maybe we should get
a cup of coffee sometime.
Yeah sure.
Mmhmm.
Hey.
Jesus Christ!
Don't you knock before
you come to a place?
-Scared, little baby?
-No.
-Hmm.
-A little bit, yes.
Maybe a little.
Let's get outta here.
-Did you get enough?
-Yeah.
So did, uh, Duncan
have anything to say?
Besides asking me out
on a date, not much.
Although he did say there were
two more people unaccounted for.
Huh.
Jack?
Jack!
Jack, wake up!
We have to get out
of here!
-Jill?
-Jack!
What, what, what is it?
What's happening?
Jack, I'm so cold.
My legs, my legs are
so cold.
Don't worry, baby.
It'll, it'll be
okay, don't worry.
Jack, Jack, what is it?
I love you, I love you!
You mean, if we can get
free, we can make a run for it!
-We--
-Sure!
Don't, don't worry baby,
we'll get outta here.
We're gonna be okay.
-No!
-Don't you touch her!
Don't you touch her!
Jack!
Well, maybe they
spent the night somewhere else,
got a hotel.
Well if they did, lucky them.
I just don't see how
they could afford it
by the look of the
clientele here.
You're just saying that
'cause there's blood
and guts everywhere.
I'm telling you, if you slapped
a fresh new coat of
paint on this place,
it's good as new.
Should we continue, smart ass?
-Yes.
-Which way?
That way.
Oh, my god, Mark!
Fuck is going on?
You guys doing a sweep?
I'm sorry, sweetie.
What the fuck is going on?
What the hell?
I didn't know there was
a little girl in there!
It was a clown, he
was killing everybody!
I'm sorry baby,
I'll keep you safe.
You guys need to be a
little more thorough, man.
Man, I'll call dispatch
and get someone over
here right away, alright?
-He was killing everybody!
-Don't worry, sweetie.
You'll be safe now.
No, not Jack!
Jack!
-Fuck you, fuck you!
-Jack!
No!
Please!
Please, please.
I'll do whatever
you want, please.
I'll do anything you want.
No, no!
No!
No!
Mom, I'm going out
for a little bit.
You look like a clown.
-I like clowns.
-Where are you going?
Just going out with
girls for a little bit,
get some drinks and who knows?
Well, you be careful
out there honey.
There's a lot of
lunatics out there today.
Mom, it's not the
lunatics I'm worried about.
It's the sane people.
They're the ones who
need the ax to the head.
Take a look at this.
So, I've been doing
cross references
on circus and carnival runs
against times and locations.
-Okay, did you make this?
-Yes.
It's pretty awesome.
-Okay.
-Well,
how come the police
haven't figured this out?
I have no idea.
Have you seen the police work?
They're fucking idiots.
-Duncan is a retard.
-I'm serious.
I don't know, any
of those related?
-They connected in any?
-Yeah but only two,
Roxanna Dugan and
Tracy Greaston.
-Okay.
-Roxanna was murdered.
Tracy identified her body.
They were like best
friends in 1985.
I don't know, here read this.
They joined some
traveling circus.
The police found the body
of Roxana Dugan in the woods.
According to the reports,
she's the first real victim
of the Teardrop killings.
Huh.
Interesting.
You should call your
sister, she's a fed.
She might be able
to help us out.
Yeah.
Oh fuck!
-I got this.
-What?
I stole it off
the registration desk
-at the halfway house.
-What is it?
It's a list of
all the residents.
Maybe we can cross-reference
it to any of the murders
that have happened in the past.
Maybe someone is connected
to some of these people.
See, this is why I love you.
I know.
Oh and by the way,
I looked up the circus boat
that was listed on the report.
-Mmhmm?
-And some of them
live in Gibsontown.
He's got
unfinished business.
And I bet you this Tracy chick,
I bet you she's in Gibtown.
You know, that explains
why the murders happened
every few months up
and down the coast.
Yeah well, the circus
does go from town to town.
Wait, Faye is a carny.
Well, a little girl
did say she saw a clown.
The circus does
start in three days.
You know what, in the morning,
let's go out to Gibsonton,
see what's what.
In the meantime, I'm
gonna take it dump.
Sounds hot.
Damn.
Hey, hey wake up!
Wake the fuck up,
wake the fuck up.
Oh shit, oh shit.
So, let me get this straight.
This guy's been
killing for 20 years,
lays waste to an
entire halfway house
and nobody knows anything.
I don't get it, what's the deal?
You know, Tracy Greaston
has been missing since 1985.
There's like a million
people missing in America.
He could have killed
here years ago
and put her under a rock.
Okay, that was my sis.
Not like you speak
Greek to everybody.
Okay, my sis said
she and the FBI
have little to
nothing on the guy.
They haven't heard anything
about any kinda clown,
so I guess we have
the upper hand,
but she did say we
should go check it out.
You know, just in case.
Well, this place looks like fun.
Can't be too bad,
it's carny folk.
-What can I do you for?
-Hey.
Where would one go
to find the locals?
What do you mean?
Well, we're looking for
some information on a clown.
Just because we're a circus,
do you think we
know every clown?
Fuck you pal.
No, I'm sorry,
you're mistaken.
We're trying to put
a connection together
-with the Teardrop Killer.
-What are you, FBI?
Oh, no sir, we're
just reporters.
-What paper?
-A local one.
All papers are local.
-What's the name, darling?
-"Midnight Star".
-Isn't that a tabloid paper?
-Yes, yes it is.
Well hell darlin',
why didn't you say so?
I can't take a good shit
without having one of
them on the crapper.
Well, that's a good thing.
Tell you what, you see
that park over there?
-Uh-huh.
-You need to talk to Drago.
He can set you in
the right direction.
-Number two.
-Number two.
Okay great.
Alright excellent,
thanks, appreciate it.
Alright, if you get
lost, come on back.
We end up with all
the strikers here.
-Okay, thank you.
-Okay, great.
P.S., sucker's knee
is every New Year's Eve.
Well.
You wanna hoof it?
Yeah, I could use a walk.
-So, he say number two?
-Number two,
not that I see any
numbers on any of these.
-Yeah, I don't see anything.
-I see names.
Excuse me, I'm
looking for a Drago.
-Are you Mr. Drago?
-Wait a damn minute.
Can I help you?
Yeah, I'm
looking for a Drago.
-What do you want?
-Well really,
we just wanna ask
him some questions.
I don't know a Drago.
Come on, man, it
will only take a minute.
I'm not going
to jail for this.
Jump on back, go!
We're
going the wrong way!
What in the hell
is Frodo's problem?
Come on, Mark!
-Mark, look out!
-Come on!
Arghh!
Fucking cheating as
hell, mother fucker!
Oh, shit!
Ugh, ugh, ugh!
That little fuckin'
bastard can run.
-Tell me about it.
-My stomach hurts.
I think I'm gonna shit my pants.
Come on, let's find him.
-Ugh, ah!
-Shit!
Damn it!
-Damn!
-Fuck!
-Yeah man.
-Drago!
We're reporters, not the police,
if that's what
you're worried about.
Drago!
Fuck, alright I've got to shit.
-Drago!
-I don't see him.
Fuck!
Drago!
-We just wanna talk.
-Yeah, man.
I was right on his ass.
Not the police, huh?
Sure look like the
fucking police to me!
-We're reporters.
-Yeah, right!
We work for
the "Midnight Star".
Oh, so why didn't you say so?
What the fuck you
doing up there?
I'm looking for your ass.
Well, in case you
haven't noticed, I'm short.
Next time you're looking
for a dwarf, stay low.
How can I help you?
Well, we've come
to the understanding
that you might have
some information
-on the Teardrop Killer.
-Teardrop Killer?
I don't know nothing about
a Teardrop Killer, lady.
Well, we've heard that
there's some kind of connection
-with him in this area.
-Sorry, lady, I have no idea.
Hey, man, you made me
come all the way out here
chase your ass for a fucking
mile not to get any answers.
So you got two choices.
One, you give us something,
or two, I'm gonna shove
your ass into a coal truck.
Coal truck?
What is this, 1933?
Engines run on gasoline now.
-Whatever, give us something.
-Yeah, come on man.
I'll tell you what.
Give me some time,
I'll go ask around,
and if you guys
come back tomorrow,
and then we'll do lunch.
You can't help us out?
He wants us to
come back tomorrow.
What, fine.
Come back tomorrow,
and then we'll do lunch.
-Fine.
-Fine, fine!
Whatever.
Hey, can you
guys find your way back?
Fuck you.
-Your coffee.
-Thank you.
You're welcome.
-Coffee, there you go.
-Thanks.
-No problem.
-Damn it!
I don't wanna wait an entire
day to check this out.
We need to find some
more evidence, something.
Well, we can contact
that Tracy woman.
Yeah,
that's not a bad idea.
She might be able
to help us out.
Good to see you
again, how you doing?
-Good, how are you.
-Good.
-Good to see you.
-Alright.
-There it is, guys, huh?
-Yeah.
As you can see this
place has been vacant
for quite some time.
That's why we came down
so much on the price.
When's the last time
you were out here?
Honestly it's gotta be
probably but a year ago,
but as you can see the
place is well used,
so you guys should be able
to get comfortable on it.
-Is the power still on?
-Yeah.
Yeah we keep it on for people
that wanna look around.
When was this
place built, you know?
The early
1900s, actually.
-Really?
-Yeah, yeah.
It's been around for a while.
-It's got character.
-Character?
-What do you think, William?
-Don't really care.
So, as you guys
can see this place
is absolutely sound, you know,
-structurally at least.
-Yep.
But, I gotta go
make a phone call,
so if you guys wanna
just take a look around,
-I'll meet you out front.
-Sounds good.
-Alright, thanks, guys.
-See you in a bit.
Oh yeah, Michael, where's
this door lead over here?
That's the water works, just
pipes and stuff like that.
I don't usually go down
there, it kinda freaks me out.
-Have a look see.
-Alright.
Whoo.
Oh!
Fuck, it smells like piss,
piss and dead animals.
Yeah, these assholes wanna
go look in the basement,
so probably gonna be here
about another half hour.
Then I have that
lunch then with Lucy,
so probably not gonna be
back in the office today, so,
but their file is in a
blue folder on my desk,
so if you can take it--
What the fuck!
-That's probably Mike.
-Yeah.
-I'll find you, okay?
-Okay.
Mike?
Mike?
What the fuck are
you supposed to be?
I think we have
some issues to deal with.
Yeah, like those
fucking nosy FBI guys.
Those weren't FBI, trust me.
How do you know?
Because when the FBI walks in,
they flash their
badges at everything,
you, me, Fido,
your potted plant,
even the fucking fridge.
Well, all I know
is they were asking about
the Teardrop Killer.
Well, we don't know any
Teardrop Killer, do us?
Look, we ain't got
nothing to give them.
I'm sorry but they're
gonna have to write about
fish boy or the
truckstop girl this week.
And what if he comes for us?
Gurdy's not coming back to us.
Easy for you to say.
You wasn't dragged in
the middle of all this.
But then Gurdy, we took
care of that long ago.
Well, it's someone who knows
an awful lot about Gurdy,
'cause he's sure
doing the things
that Gurdy would have done.
Gurdy's
been dead 20 years.
Okay, you know what, fuck it.
If you're so sure
that he's dead,
then why don't you just tell me
everything that needs to
know about Luther Baxter.
What do you
mean, "If I'm sure?"
-Forget it.
-God damn it, Drago.
20 years we've kept Johnny
Law out of our business.
Justice was done, eye
for an eye, carny law.
Well, if Luther
Baxter is dead,
then who is wanting him back?
The murders have never stopped.
Maybe, but they
ain't never come home.
Well right now,
too close to home,
too close to Tracy's home.
Okay, I think I found her.
There's like six Tracy Greastons,
but all unlisted numbers.
Well, if you were almost
killed by a crazy serial killer,
wouldn't you wanna not be found?
-Yeah, good point.
-Yes, thank you.
Well, let's get started.
I wanna get out to Hell's
Hideaway before it gets too late.
What the fuck?
Luther!
Hey there, lady, looks
like you need a ride.
Maybe, where you headed?
Wherever you wanna go.
Wherever you're
driving, honey.
Well, hop in.
What's wrong?
Never seen a pretty girl before?
What, no, I mean yes.
Don't worry.
I don't bite.
You seem nervous.
I can help.
So are you a working girl?
Just drive, loverboy.
I know a place we can go,
it's up ahead on that road.
Alright.
I guess that's a no.
I guess so.
Luther, wait, wait, Luther.
Before you kill me, I
got something for you.
Don't kill me, I got something.
She's still alive.
Go on, take it.
Well, why don't you
tell me what you want?
-Do you like what you see?
-Oh yeah.
Hey!
All good things come
to those who wait.
Oh come on, baby.
There's no one here.
She obviously doesn't live here.
It's a T-shirt shop.
-Where to now?
-Three down, two to go.
Awesome.
-Alright.
-One more stop.
Let's go.
-Cross that off the list.
-Yeah.
Hurry, come quick,
you missed him.
Who, Drago?
Did he take off running again.
-No no no, he was here.
-Fuck!
It's a mess, man, it's a mess.
Mark, the keys.
Hey, fucker!
Can you kill the
bright lights in here?
I have one hell of a headache.
Jesus, Drago, are you okay?
No, I'm not okay.
-Wait, he didn't kill you?
-No, but he should have.
-Well, why didn't he?
-Hey, hey, hey!
-Thanks a lot, lady.
-Well, that's not
-what I meant.
-Don't push it.
I gave her up so that
he wouldn't kill me,
not that he would have anyways.
Gave who up, Tracy Greaston?
What, how do you know her?
Well, we didn't
know, but now we do.
We just cross-referenced
our asses for about a day.
You two, y'all
should be detectives.
-I told you.
-Okay, wait.
What do you mean
you gave her up?
Y'all two don't
get it, do y'all?
-Get what?
-The Teardrop Killer
is Luther Edward Baxter,
also known as Gurdy the Clown.
That little girl said
she saw a clown that night.
Yeah he's a clown.
She changed her
name to Samantha.
We meant Tracy
about 20 years ago.
They said that they
wanted to go into circus.
Tracy she, she liked the Gurdy,
and Roxy,
she liked Ralphio.
You know Ralphio, he
was our strong guy.
He was charming and the
ladies really loved him.
They really did.
And I think that's
one of the reasons
why Tracy and Roxanne, that's
why he joined the circus.
You know if you ask me,
they were just wanting to bang
their way up the East Coast,
but anyway Tracy
took a liking to Gurdy.
That's when the
shit hit the fan.
You see, Tracy and Gurdy,
they hooked up one night.
And Roxanna that bitch, she
hated Gurdy from the beginning.
She got jealous and
came screeching,
yelling something
about a rape something.
And of course the first one
she ran into was Raphael.
-Gurdy is raping Tracy!
-What?
He's over this way, come on!
Of course Ralphio, the
big strong macho guy,
and the both of them they
steamrolled over to the tent.
Ralphio, he went all monkey nuts
and started beating up on Gurdy
without giving him
a chance to explain.
Well later that night,
Gurdy, he got he
got even-Steven.
The first one to bite
the big one was Roxanne.
That bitch had it coming.
She had it coming.
And then, Ralphio,
yeah he got it,
stabbed right to the
back of the head.
At that point, Gurdy and I,
we both knew that he
had to leave the circus.
He had to get out of town.
Ralphio was very liked.
The circus was not
gonna be the same
without the strongman.
So later on that night, we
got him out of here alright.
Haven't seen him since.
You know, he can never really
stay away from the circus.
Every time that we
traveled, he's there.
We may never see
him, he's there.
Is he on her way to
her house right now?
I have something for you.
-It may not be too late.
-What is it?
-When did he leave?
-About 30 minutes ago.
Fuck, call Spaulding.
Tell him to meet us at
Tracy Greaston's house.
There still may be time.
Well, we could be too late
for the whole fucking thing.
Drago, you might wanna
think about hiring a maid.
This fucking place is atrocious.
Hey, if you
guys find out anything,
I got a midnight
show at the circus.
Great, thanks.
-Ugh.
-Take care of yourself.
Give me back the--
Put me down, let me go!
Let me go!
Get off of me!
Get off!
What the hell is this?
It looks like the apple
doesn't fall far from the tree.
Does it, Daddy?
Hey buddy, no sleeping.
Aw fuck, there
goes my lunch hour.
Tracy?
Which door?
-It's locked.
-This one too.
Ms. Greaston!
Nothing.
I don't get it.
There's a TV on.
Look, door is open.
Should we go in?
You go.
Now we go in.
-Nice move.
-Thanks.
-Shit, why'd you do that?
-I'm sorry!
Wait, is she dead?
She's not doing the cha-cha!
Well, you don't know, check!
Well do I look like an EMT?
Okay.
-Call Spaulding.
-Right.
Hey guys, you have
a nice night tonight.
Drink that shit,
man, chug that shit!
That's what's up, dude.
Well, looks like we got
some catching up to do,
doesn't it, Daddy?
Listen guys, I really
appreciate all the help,
but if any of the
higher-ups find out
that you two snooped around
at the halfway house,
we're all gonna be
in trouble, okay?
This just means there's a
serial killer on the loose.
Really?
Yeah, this is the
seventh case we've had
just like this one.
We had one other day
and now two tonight.
-Oh, well that's interesting.
-Mmhmm.
Excuse me, I've
gotta get inside.
-Fuckin' Duncan!
-Well, what do you expect?
My $50 back!
So you're saying seven
more just like this.
Yeah, with the smiley
faces cut from ear to ear.
When was the last one?
I'm not sure, sometime
between nine and 10.
-Where?
-Over in the port.
There's a second
person living here.
Mrs. Greaston had a
21 year old daughter.
-Her name is Christine.
-Hey.
Get this, she does
seem to be missing.
Well that explains
why the door was open.
-Well she's as good as dead.
-That's awfully negative.
Well, I'd say there isn't
a sweeping merit badge
on that belt there, brownie.
Well, he was here alright.
We need to find the daughter.
Uh, I don't see you
two wearing badges.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I must have missed that
shopping trip to Toys R Us.
-I was busy that day.
-You want some of this?
-Are you serious?
-Neither you want
any of this, okay?
Back off!
Listen you know what, I
want my, oh fuck is my wallet?
How about I give
you $50 to blow me?
Still owe me 50,
asshole.
Duncan is a dick!
You were kinda tough tonight.
You know, I've never
seen that before.
Well, fuck shit pissed me off.
Wait, what do you mean?
I can be tough.
I'm tough.
I'm just saying,
it was different.
So what are we supposed to do,
wait until he kills again?
God, this sucks so bad.
Well alright, Jennifer.
Let's just take showers,
call it a night,
and do some more research
into the morning?
Research what?
Missing children who
have been kidnapped
by crazy-ass psycho clowns?
Okay, I don't think they
have a website for that.
God, now I'm pissed.
Well then, forget it, because
homicide is all over it now,
and the FBI and your sister
will be all over
everything tomorrow,
so we're out of the picture.
-Wait, are you giving up?
-Yeah, you know what?
You know what?
I'd rather write
about mutant moon men
who have disco parties on Mars
than to have to put up
with this shit any longer.
Well I don't fucking want to
write about that shit, Mark!
I'm sick of it.
God I want something
real, you know?
I'm taking a shower.
Wait!
Mark, let's just go back
out to Hell's Hideaway
and talk to Drago.
Jen, forget it!
It's ridiculous!
He's a killer, he's
killing people!
Just give me another chance.
-I gave you a chance.
-Where's it gonna lead?
I don't know,
but it's time we
take that chance.
God, we've waited so long, Mark.
Ladies and gentlemen,
step right up,
and I'll introduce to you
the final show tonight.
The most amazing and
fantastic show on Earth,
but wait no more for a sight
which the likes have
never been seen before.
You will never find another
scene like this ever!
I give you--
So, what do you guys think?
I'll take an order
of the twins to-go.
-Tracy Greaston is dead.
-What the fuck you mean,
-"She's dead"?
-Your clown killed her.
Nah, I don't believe it.
-What, why not?
-'Cause he wouldn't.
You mean he never
got around to it.
No, I mean he wouldn't.
He loved her.
Yeah okay, so a serial killer
with the deductive reasoning
not to kill the woman he loves,
that sounds like a crackpot
story to me, buddy.
Yeah, like you should know.
Animal rights, vampire babies,
killing aliens to
save livestock?
Touche.
So he loved her so much
he slit her from ear to ear.
What, uh no ma'am,
that's not his MO.
So why was she
slit from ear to ear?
Who the fuck knows.
Maybe somebody else killed her.
Yeah, okay.
Luther has been the Teardrop
Killer for over 20 years,
not some smiley guy killer,
or Slappy the Carver.
So, why didn't you
call the fucking cops?
Well, one thing you learn
is when you work on the road,
that we take care of our own,
no interference from outside
for any reason.
Why are you helping us?
Times change and conscience
weighs heavy, my friend.
Now if you guys don't mind,
I like to go drink
myself into a coma.
-I've had a rough night.
-So, that's it?
That's all I
got for you, lady.
Why don't you guys just
let the cops handle it?
Don't even try
that route, buddy.
That'll get you nowhere.
Thanks, Drago.
You take care, man.
Maybe we'll see
you again sometime.
Maybe on
better terms next time.
Yeah, yeah maybe.
Take care, man.
Goodbye.
-Hey.
-What's that?
Oh, when was that reported?
What, so you seriously
think it's a connection?
No, well we can go
out and take a look.
Yeah no, give me the address.
If anything happens
I'll call you, bye.
There's also two
businessmen missing,
and the last-known whereabouts
are at this address
that she gave me.
Mmm.
-Is that going to be necessary?
-Fucking A right.
Well, don't wear
the blindfold.
Wait.
I'm just saying,
I'd do things to that girl
she could write essays about.
-Let it go, man, let it go.
-What?
Hold on.
My phone is ringing.
Hello?
Oh, hey, Jennifer.
-What, listen.
-Ask her if she likes me.
Shh, you two need to back
off this thing for awhile.
You can really get hurt, okay?
Let us take care of this.
We can't.
-we're so close now.
-What, what's he saying?
-He wants us to back off.
-Fuck that, no way.
-Spaulding man, just--
-Where is it, exit 34?
We'll be there in 30, do not
go inside, let us handle this.
Yeah, would you just please
meet us at the warehouse.
I guess you're gonna get
to save the day after all.
Cool, let's go.
Are you sure
-this is the place?
-Yeah.
Daddy,
you scared me.
Hey, stop.
For me?
Oh.
Daddy, I want to kill.
You know what your problem is?
You're thinking
with little Duncan.
Yeah, well little
Duncan needs a dip.
-A dip in what?
-Hot Jennifer coffee to go.
You're a fool, man.
Hello!
I thought you were
gonna go down there.
I am.
I'm coming.
I mean, what's the
worst that's gonna happen?
How are you gonna be in there?
That's what I wanna know.
I told you, I'm
a fucking ninja.
Holy fuck, it's him.
Run!
Ugh, come on.
Ugh, ah fuck!
Come on!
Mark,
there's a door!
Shit!
Run!
Get off him!
Get off him!
-Alright.
-Shit!
Fuck, ugh!
Oh, shit, fucking Christ.
Ugh, fucker!
Jen.
Jen.
-Help!
-Well that can't be good.
-Coo, let's go!
-Help me!
-Help me!
-Jen!
Can
you hear me, help?
-Jennifer?
-Help!
Fuck.
Help, help!
Help, help!
Help please help!
I'll go around back.
-Stay in front.
-Alright.
Are you okay, where's Mark?
I don't know, but the
killer clown is here
-and he's trying to kill us.
-What killer clown?
Gurdy, Gurdy the Clown.
What the
hell are you talking about?
-Okay, the Teardrop Killer.
-He's a circus clown.
Yes, yes, okay you
know we don't have time.
I know this sounds crazy but
we need to get out of here.
-I'm telling the fucking truth.
-Come on, come on.
-Okay.
-I'm gonna get you outta here
-and then I'm gonna find him.
-Okay.
Jen.
Jen.
Help me please come here!
-Are you Christine Greaston?
-Yes!
Please help me, he's after me!
-Who?
-The clown.
What, what, stay calm.
Alright, stay calm, calm down.
I'm as calm as a bomb.
Come on, get inside.
Sit down.
Dispatch, this is Detective
Spaulding, badge number 4375.
I have a 232 at 33804
West Winnipeg Road.
We have multiple 450s.
I need a backup team and
emergency team immediately.
Now, Detective Duncan is
in there on the other side.
Proceed with caution.
You stay here, do not get out
this car, I'm going back in.
Oh my God, are you Christine?
Are you okay?
Did he do anything to you?
Okay, I'm gonna go get,
I'm gonna go get help.
Be right back.
-Nobody hits my Daddy!
-What?
Fucking get off!
Go, Daddy, go!
No, oh no!
Mark.
I'm talking about
fucking family reunion.
Take that!
What did you do
to me, you whore!
You'll be blind today
if you live that long.
What do you think
of that, punk bitch?
Fuck!
Holy God damn!
So the great Teardrop
Killer is a pussy after all?
Good move, Daddy.
But, you should have
done that to tubby
before he smashed my
face into the wall.
What?
You're gonna shoot me?
You'd be better off
shooting yourself!
You're gonna kill me, Dad?
Some father-figure you are.
You might as well
kill yourself, Daddy.
Alright, fuck this.
Mark.
Somebody
please help me!
Hold
on, I'm coming.
Please hurry, please find me!
Okay, keep yelling,
I'm following your voice.
Come please, I'm right here!
Come quick, please help me.
-I'm coming!
-I'm here, please!
My God!
What the hell happened?
He, he came in,
he sat down,
and he shot himself.
-Have you seen Mark?
-Yeah.
-You have?
-Yeah.
-Okay, when?
-He was here.
He was, okay, where?
What do you wanna do now, Daddy?
Do it, Daddy!
Do it, come on, Daddy, kill him!
Daddy, you go get the cop!
I'm gonna kill
this slut!
I'm gonna cut your
pretty little face!
Hey, bitch!
Does that turn you on?
Daddy!
You forgot something.
Oh, thank you for
all your support.
Bye, there you go, Gene,
now have a great day.
-Hi there, how are you?
-Good, how are you?
-Thank you for coming out.
-Oh.
-Who would you like?
-Gillian.
-Gillian?
-With a G and a I.
-Thank you for your support.
-Thanks.
Appreciate it.
-Hi.
-I'm your biggest fan.
Oh, are you now,
and what's your name?
Luther.