The Shivering Truth (2018) s01e02 Episode Script
The Magmafying Past
1 [Music.]
Announcer: Nevertheless, if you mashed together every soul on Earth, it would weigh less than one flea.
Ryan Regrt scratched so religiously that the sore on his arm grew into the shape of a small church.
The more fanatic he scratched, the deeper the itch became, until Ryan was more church than child, wholly swallowed by the swell, gone.
His grieving parents were grateful for the tragic loss of their beloved boy, as it gave them the perfect place to mourn the tragic loss of their beloved boy.
Luckily, the church pastor taught them how to repent for this perverse pleasure.
Ryan's voice: That's good.
A little to the left.
Right there.
Ah, don't stop.
Yes.
Ahh, ahh.
Yes! Oh! Ohhhhh! [Music.]
1x02 - The Magmafying Past Announcer: But as man evolves, war itself must become increasingly sophisticated.
You puny maggots need me to break you into men 'cause you're maggots! What are you? - I'm a maggot, sir! - I can't hear you! - I'm a maggot, sir!! - I don't understand! Sir! I am I'm saying I I'm saying I'm a maggot! But I'm confused how are you a maggot of some kind?! Just 'cause you told me I was, so I'm a maggot, sir! But how is that physiologically possible?! - Huh, maggot?! - It just is! I can't explain the biology of it, but I am a maggot, I swear! Are you playin' mental games with me, maggot? - No, sir! - Am I playing mental games with you, maggot? I really don't know.
I-I really don't know, sir! [Sobbing.]
Do I look like I'm playing mental games? Look me in the eye.
What do you see in there? [Sniffles.]
[Thinking.]
God, I hope he can't really see inside me how fragile I am how I can only feel big by belittling others how I'd crumble were I not held whole by his fear of me.
Can he tell that I'm the real maggot? [Thinking.]
Hey, now, I'm not gonna let you beat yourself up like that.
Wait.
How did I can hear your voi Shh! It's okay.
I genuinely respect you, not because of your performance of masculinity, - but in spite of it.
- But I'm toxic trash.
You know what I see behind all your emotional armor? - A real cool cookie.
- For real? Triple sugar shine real, real.
I've waited my whole life to hear someone tell me that.
Now that it happened, why do I still feel so alone inside? You're not alone.
I'm in there with you.
You're my tough little guy, okay? - Who's my tough little guy? - I am.
- I can't hear you.
- I-I'm your tough little guy! - Louder! - I'm your tough little guy! God, I feel so appreciated for the first time.
- How can I ever thank you, guy? - How 'bout, uh, maybe I don't know a a little kiss? Oh.
That's not what I That That would make me uncomfortable.
After all I've done for you? One quick little kiss inside of our minds.
- No one has to know.
- Um, okay.
Um, well, o-okay, just just one.
[Smooches.]
That wasn't so bad, was it? - I guess not.
- Gimme a little more.
Mmm.
Mmm.
Mmm.
This is all happening so fast.
[Growling.]
What was that? Be still, my cookie.
This'll be over quick.
[Crunching.]
Where'd I go? Where am I? You're in the realm of love eternal.
Isn't it beautiful? I-I don't know.
- Just kidding.
You're in my tummy.
- It's beautiful.
Oh, boy.
I gotta go to the bathroom.
[Groans.]
[Plopping.]
I feel like you're taking advantage of me, Private.
Aw, that's all in your head.
[Horn honks.]
Which reminds me I-I forgot to wipe.
Hang on.
Well, we better get back to it before the guys notice anything.
And don't you dare squeal about what I done did to you.
Well, do I look like I'm playing mental games, maggot?! No, sir! You're not, I swear! Then answer this question, maggot why do you treat me like dirt when all I ever wanted was to bask in the light of your love?! [Sobbing.]
- Great! You're ready! - What? [Fanfare.]
This was all a part of a covert elite psychic training program.
- You are now the perfect soldier.
- Really? Thanks.
W-What an honor.
Yep.
Go on now.
The big war is right through there.
[Laughter.]
Well, that takes care of that dildo.
Announcer: Private Ray Pontle simply did what was required to get out of his dangerous combat obligations.
Now he was free to pursue his true calling a life of secretly watching women purchase underwear.
- Aah! - He knew Sarge would be fine.
Sergeant Pat Mounder, on behalf of the U.
S.
Armed Forces, it's my duty to inform you that we're gonna have to let you go.
[Robotic voice.]
You are firing me? It's not your fault.
It's just you're not a good fit for our organization.
You're more like a piece of meat that just keeps on living.
But your war made me like this.
Now, w-we could get into all that "he said, meat said" stuff, but you'd be better off trying for a job as a raisin or a maggot.
I'll kill you.
I'll kill everyone! Congratulations! [Fanfare.]
You passed your cyborg warrior training.
You're ready! What an honor.
[Hits on door, screaming.]
Announcer: Nevertheyet, Tessa Doinel had wasted enough of her life doing whatever men wanted her to do.
She decided to take a stand and buy the blue ones this time.
Find what you're looking for? Did you see these underwear? T-They Yes, all the panties on this rack are self-bleeding.
- But why? - They bleed so you don't have to.
Ooh, these would look sexy on you.
No, I-I don't like it.
- Not your color? - No, it's the blood.
Oh.
Well, there are other fluids.
These ones here are self-snotting.
[Coughs.]
Ooh, that's hot on you.
You looking to spice up your marriage? - Well, I'd like to have kids, so - You should've said so.
These ones are crotchless for easy you know.
- Go on, push.
- Huh? - Push.
- Unh.
Don't be shy.
[Grunts.]
[Moans.]
[Grunting.]
[Moaning.]
Here it comes.
Harder.
Harder! [Grunting.]
[Moaning.]
[Water splashes, baby cries.]
Ooh, that's sexy.
You broke it, you bought it.
- I don't know how to take care of it.
- Gotcha covered.
Just feed the goddamn thing till it moves out or goes to jail.
Truth is, I-I don't actually have a husband.
Not a problem.
We carry a wide selection of wifebeaters.
[Music.]
I knew I'd find love if o Oh, oh, oh! He dumped me! I'll never bask in the light of love love love love love Announcer: Private Pontle had found his soul mate.
He just had to speak to her and begin his new life of perfect joy.
Wait! Miss! [Horn honking.]
Woman's voice: Attention.
You have activated our automated insecurity system.
I didn't take anything.
Go on check.
There's nothing missing.
Oh.
I see.
You're saying that there's something missing in me, is that it? Like there's a hole in my soul or something? How dare this thing attack me! Trying to make me feel guilty? Judge me? I'm a good guy.
So maybe I'm not perfect.
But I'm expected to what search inside of myself and confront the bad things I've done? Okay, fine! I made him suffer in a really bad war! I'm a monster! How can I pay for what I've done?! You can be forgiven for how you treated Sergeant Pat Mounder if you seek absolution from above.
And Sarge is probably fine, right? Right? Right? Right? Right? Announcer: Sergeant Mounder was thrown into war after war until every shred of his flesh was blown up.
They managed to keep his essence alive, though he was stripped down to pure consciousness energy the perfect killing machine.
Contrite, Private Pontle prostrated before his higher power, begging for holiness to bright his life.
[Beating heart.]
[Music.]
It is often said you should never give a man's pure consciousness a clear shot to exact vengeance.
But the yucks was on the sergeant again because, when you're tormented by the itch of guilt, there is only one path to relief.
Private: Oh, that's good.
Yes, yes.
Right there.
To the left.
Ah, yes.
Right there, yes.
That's good.
I'm free! [Gasps.]
I'm basking in love.
I'm basking in love! Oh, I'm basking in love! Announcer: And if you spend your life praying for the light of love - you magnify it in your head - I'm basking in love! until it can caress the stuff between your atoms [Screams.]
- Aaaah! - that gunk in there that makes them all stick together as one whole.
[Tessa screaming.]
There's blood in the kitchen There's blood in the hall There's blood in the parlor where my lady did fall Long Lankin was hanged on a gibbet so high And the false nurse was burned in a fire close by
Announcer: Nevertheless, if you mashed together every soul on Earth, it would weigh less than one flea.
Ryan Regrt scratched so religiously that the sore on his arm grew into the shape of a small church.
The more fanatic he scratched, the deeper the itch became, until Ryan was more church than child, wholly swallowed by the swell, gone.
His grieving parents were grateful for the tragic loss of their beloved boy, as it gave them the perfect place to mourn the tragic loss of their beloved boy.
Luckily, the church pastor taught them how to repent for this perverse pleasure.
Ryan's voice: That's good.
A little to the left.
Right there.
Ah, don't stop.
Yes.
Ahh, ahh.
Yes! Oh! Ohhhhh! [Music.]
1x02 - The Magmafying Past Announcer: But as man evolves, war itself must become increasingly sophisticated.
You puny maggots need me to break you into men 'cause you're maggots! What are you? - I'm a maggot, sir! - I can't hear you! - I'm a maggot, sir!! - I don't understand! Sir! I am I'm saying I I'm saying I'm a maggot! But I'm confused how are you a maggot of some kind?! Just 'cause you told me I was, so I'm a maggot, sir! But how is that physiologically possible?! - Huh, maggot?! - It just is! I can't explain the biology of it, but I am a maggot, I swear! Are you playin' mental games with me, maggot? - No, sir! - Am I playing mental games with you, maggot? I really don't know.
I-I really don't know, sir! [Sobbing.]
Do I look like I'm playing mental games? Look me in the eye.
What do you see in there? [Sniffles.]
[Thinking.]
God, I hope he can't really see inside me how fragile I am how I can only feel big by belittling others how I'd crumble were I not held whole by his fear of me.
Can he tell that I'm the real maggot? [Thinking.]
Hey, now, I'm not gonna let you beat yourself up like that.
Wait.
How did I can hear your voi Shh! It's okay.
I genuinely respect you, not because of your performance of masculinity, - but in spite of it.
- But I'm toxic trash.
You know what I see behind all your emotional armor? - A real cool cookie.
- For real? Triple sugar shine real, real.
I've waited my whole life to hear someone tell me that.
Now that it happened, why do I still feel so alone inside? You're not alone.
I'm in there with you.
You're my tough little guy, okay? - Who's my tough little guy? - I am.
- I can't hear you.
- I-I'm your tough little guy! - Louder! - I'm your tough little guy! God, I feel so appreciated for the first time.
- How can I ever thank you, guy? - How 'bout, uh, maybe I don't know a a little kiss? Oh.
That's not what I That That would make me uncomfortable.
After all I've done for you? One quick little kiss inside of our minds.
- No one has to know.
- Um, okay.
Um, well, o-okay, just just one.
[Smooches.]
That wasn't so bad, was it? - I guess not.
- Gimme a little more.
Mmm.
Mmm.
Mmm.
This is all happening so fast.
[Growling.]
What was that? Be still, my cookie.
This'll be over quick.
[Crunching.]
Where'd I go? Where am I? You're in the realm of love eternal.
Isn't it beautiful? I-I don't know.
- Just kidding.
You're in my tummy.
- It's beautiful.
Oh, boy.
I gotta go to the bathroom.
[Groans.]
[Plopping.]
I feel like you're taking advantage of me, Private.
Aw, that's all in your head.
[Horn honks.]
Which reminds me I-I forgot to wipe.
Hang on.
Well, we better get back to it before the guys notice anything.
And don't you dare squeal about what I done did to you.
Well, do I look like I'm playing mental games, maggot?! No, sir! You're not, I swear! Then answer this question, maggot why do you treat me like dirt when all I ever wanted was to bask in the light of your love?! [Sobbing.]
- Great! You're ready! - What? [Fanfare.]
This was all a part of a covert elite psychic training program.
- You are now the perfect soldier.
- Really? Thanks.
W-What an honor.
Yep.
Go on now.
The big war is right through there.
[Laughter.]
Well, that takes care of that dildo.
Announcer: Private Ray Pontle simply did what was required to get out of his dangerous combat obligations.
Now he was free to pursue his true calling a life of secretly watching women purchase underwear.
- Aah! - He knew Sarge would be fine.
Sergeant Pat Mounder, on behalf of the U.
S.
Armed Forces, it's my duty to inform you that we're gonna have to let you go.
[Robotic voice.]
You are firing me? It's not your fault.
It's just you're not a good fit for our organization.
You're more like a piece of meat that just keeps on living.
But your war made me like this.
Now, w-we could get into all that "he said, meat said" stuff, but you'd be better off trying for a job as a raisin or a maggot.
I'll kill you.
I'll kill everyone! Congratulations! [Fanfare.]
You passed your cyborg warrior training.
You're ready! What an honor.
[Hits on door, screaming.]
Announcer: Nevertheyet, Tessa Doinel had wasted enough of her life doing whatever men wanted her to do.
She decided to take a stand and buy the blue ones this time.
Find what you're looking for? Did you see these underwear? T-They Yes, all the panties on this rack are self-bleeding.
- But why? - They bleed so you don't have to.
Ooh, these would look sexy on you.
No, I-I don't like it.
- Not your color? - No, it's the blood.
Oh.
Well, there are other fluids.
These ones here are self-snotting.
[Coughs.]
Ooh, that's hot on you.
You looking to spice up your marriage? - Well, I'd like to have kids, so - You should've said so.
These ones are crotchless for easy you know.
- Go on, push.
- Huh? - Push.
- Unh.
Don't be shy.
[Grunts.]
[Moans.]
[Grunting.]
[Moaning.]
Here it comes.
Harder.
Harder! [Grunting.]
[Moaning.]
[Water splashes, baby cries.]
Ooh, that's sexy.
You broke it, you bought it.
- I don't know how to take care of it.
- Gotcha covered.
Just feed the goddamn thing till it moves out or goes to jail.
Truth is, I-I don't actually have a husband.
Not a problem.
We carry a wide selection of wifebeaters.
[Music.]
I knew I'd find love if o Oh, oh, oh! He dumped me! I'll never bask in the light of love love love love love Announcer: Private Pontle had found his soul mate.
He just had to speak to her and begin his new life of perfect joy.
Wait! Miss! [Horn honking.]
Woman's voice: Attention.
You have activated our automated insecurity system.
I didn't take anything.
Go on check.
There's nothing missing.
Oh.
I see.
You're saying that there's something missing in me, is that it? Like there's a hole in my soul or something? How dare this thing attack me! Trying to make me feel guilty? Judge me? I'm a good guy.
So maybe I'm not perfect.
But I'm expected to what search inside of myself and confront the bad things I've done? Okay, fine! I made him suffer in a really bad war! I'm a monster! How can I pay for what I've done?! You can be forgiven for how you treated Sergeant Pat Mounder if you seek absolution from above.
And Sarge is probably fine, right? Right? Right? Right? Right? Announcer: Sergeant Mounder was thrown into war after war until every shred of his flesh was blown up.
They managed to keep his essence alive, though he was stripped down to pure consciousness energy the perfect killing machine.
Contrite, Private Pontle prostrated before his higher power, begging for holiness to bright his life.
[Beating heart.]
[Music.]
It is often said you should never give a man's pure consciousness a clear shot to exact vengeance.
But the yucks was on the sergeant again because, when you're tormented by the itch of guilt, there is only one path to relief.
Private: Oh, that's good.
Yes, yes.
Right there.
To the left.
Ah, yes.
Right there, yes.
That's good.
I'm free! [Gasps.]
I'm basking in love.
I'm basking in love! Oh, I'm basking in love! Announcer: And if you spend your life praying for the light of love - you magnify it in your head - I'm basking in love! until it can caress the stuff between your atoms [Screams.]
- Aaaah! - that gunk in there that makes them all stick together as one whole.
[Tessa screaming.]
There's blood in the kitchen There's blood in the hall There's blood in the parlor where my lady did fall Long Lankin was hanged on a gibbet so high And the false nurse was burned in a fire close by