The United States of Horror: Chapter 2

Welcome Back To The United States Of Horror.

You return to a world bathed in pain.

A paradise of ruination, where the Grim Reaper sees all

and counts down the days until he will meet you all.

Abandon hope, all ye who enter,

for the cost of passage is your immortal soul.

The suspect's disappearance is being investigated

in connection with the recent outbreak

of drug trafficking in the area.

She is African American, 32 years old,

5'8", and approximately 120 pounds.

She was last seen in the vicinity

of Hawthorne and Bates Avenues.

That part of the Silver Lake neighborhood

has seen a surge in drug-related activities

over the last few months.

Law-enforcement officials urge everyone

to lock their doors and keep their eyes open

for any suspicious act-

Hello?

Babe, I don't wanna be alone here.

Colette, don't freak out.

Don't tell me not to freak out. I'm freaking out.

Okay, well, just calm down.

That's worse than telling me not to freak out.

Maybe take a Xanax.

It's not funny.

Okay, well, I'm almost done. I'm about 20 minutes away.

Okay. Hurry.

Babe, I think I saw someone.

Are the doors locked?

Yeah. Look, I don't wanna be alone.

Okay, you're not alone, 'cause Camille's there, so.

I'm being serious.

I'll be back soon.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Bye.

Hello? - Cole.

Where are you? Somebody's in the house.

What? - Somebody's in the house.

Shit! I'm almost there!

Camille?

Hey, babe!

I'm coming! I'm coming!

Hey. - Hey.

What's wrong?

I heard somebody in the house.

There's somebody in the house.

You okay? - There's somebody

in the house, there's something in the house, down the hall.

What the fuck, Cole? You're a fucking monster, man.

You've gone way too far. It was just a bad deal.

That was $100,000, motherfucker!

We're gonna need more bleach.

Your call has been forwarded

to an automatic voice message system.

202-555-0857

is not available.

At the tone, please record your message.

When you have finished recording, you may hang up,

or press 1 for more options.

Morgan, pick up the phone. Morgan?

I'm so sorry, baby, but please, please just come home, 'kay?

I, I'm so sorry.

I threw that fucking thing away, okay?

Just, just please, just please,

just please call me back, okay?

Please. I love you, all right?

Okay, please come home. I love you.

you're being too hard on him?

I'm gonna answer it next time he calls.

You're too booty-tickled.

You will do no such thing, Charlie. I'm mad at him.

Why are you mad at him again?

Guess.

'Cause he was playing on his Xbox?

Doesn't mean you had to ghost him like that.

He moved three states over just to be with you.

He's new here. You're a bitch if you don't call him back.

He's probably playing his game right now.

God, every time he loses a life

he starts swearing at the TV.

And then he calms down, tells me he loves me,

and that he's sorry.

He's so predictable.

Can I please just hear his voicemails?

First unheard message.

Morgan?

Morgan, is that you?

Babe, please I'll do anything, anything.

Anything?

I, uh,

I, I think you have the wrong number.

No.

No wrong number.

I wanna come inside the house.

He sounds super sorry for what he did.

You have to call him back.

Lemme guess, he's so sorry for what he did

and he threw his game away.

Actually, that's pretty spot on, sis.

Yeah, I've heard it before.

Howie told me he was different

from the other guys I've dated.

Turns out he was exactly the same.

Do you love him?

Yeah, I do.

He wasn't always like this.

In the beginning, we used to go places,

like get in the car and start driving

and see where the road takes us.

I wanted to break up with him

before I even moved back over here.

Morgan, you just told me you loved him.

I know. I'm so confused.

I wish he would just man up, take control,

or do something remotely manly.

How's he supposed to act?

- Creeps in. - When you've been through

what I've been through, you'll understand what I mean.

I have a boyfriend,

and I don't feel the need to abandon him

after I got him to move three states over.

Okay, when you say it like that it makes me feel like-

Like you're acting like a bitch?

Doesn't mean he's gonna change anything.

He can't give me the love I deserve.

Why don't you just tell him the truth then?

If I have to tell a man how to act,

- he's not much of a man. - Struts and frets now-

What's the point of dating someone

if I have to act like their mother?

Does Howie know you're here?

Did you lie to him, too?

Do Mom and Dad know about that?

If you don't tell me,

I'm just gonna go wake them up and ask them myself.

Okay, fine. I'll call him.

But it's not gonna change anything.

Morgan?

I watched your girlfriend move out.

She seemed pretty upset.

Can you see me?

I don't like being hung up on.

If you hang up on me again,

I'm coming in after you.

What do you want?

I didn't think it through when I cut the power line.

I was trying to get in, but then I got spooked.

Listen, mister, I'm gonna have to call the police

if you keep calling me, okay?

Call 'em.

I don't think they'll get here fast enough.

Look, my-my-my phone is about to die, okay?

No, no, no, no, no!

Don't fucking hang up on me!

I won't. I won't hang up.

Smart boy.

How did you even get this number?

How-how-how did you get this number?

Do you think he's mad at me?

He's not mad at you, you dip.

He's been calling you nonstop.

What makes you think he's mad at you?

I'm thirsty. Do you want anything?

Right. I just feel bad.

I didn't wanna do this, it just happened.

Special thinking, from the top.

I really thought he was the one.

My soulmate.

He's gonna be fine.

You think so? How do you know?

Know what?

That everything's gonna be okay.

The few times I met Howie,

he didn't make me feel like he was...

what you're describing.

It's not the man I fell in love with.

He's boring.

Sometimes I wish someone would come around and kick his ass.

You want someone to kick his ass?

You know, toughen him up.

What are you saying? - I don't know.

I'm exhausted from all of it.

I'm gonna go get some tea.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

Easy peasy.

Along with a recent slew of clown sightings,

police are now on the lookout for a man

who escaped Boise Psychiatric Facility tonight.

The man is Ian Zane,

and police are following every lead they can

in search of him.

Did you see this?

- We believe he escaped... - Some nut got out

and is on the loose.

We'll be fine.

Did you see what he looked like?

Police also insist that if you do see Mr. Zane,