He Kills at Night

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Hello?

Hello?

Oh fuck.

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Oh, the weather outside is frightful,

but sadly we haven't got a fire to delight us.

Instead, we've got a serial killer, or have we?

Caller one, talk to me.

Do you feel safe out there right now?

No, I don't feel safe.

We're talking about three dead women here.

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But these are missing women.

Nobody knows that they're dead.

So why are the media screaming "serial killer"

causing everyone to panic?

I really don't agree with your last caller.

I just can't understand why these women

haven't been declared dead yet.

We all know what's happened.

Let their families grieve, for crying out loud.

A man is preying on these young women,

abducting them, likely killing them

when they're alone at night

and at there most vulnerable.

And where are the police in all this?

Help me please!

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- -Help!

I'm gonna move my hand.

Don't shout. Don't scream. Don't run.

Don't do anything except what I tell you.

Okay?

Nod if you understand.

-I said nod if you understand! -

Oh, we're gonna walk around and get in together.

I'm gonna sit behind you,

and you're gonna drive me out of here.

Make sense?

It's better for both of us if you answer the first time.

[car doors slamming and clattering]

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Come on, come on, come on.

Work.

That was a fucking waste of time, wasn't it?

Now, start the car.

Please. Please!

Oh, you're right.

Where are my manners?

Start the fucking car, please.

I can't.

I said start the fucking car!

No, I said I can't.

For the last time.

-I can't. I can't. -Why?

I can't find the fucking keys.

I must dropped them out there.

That's a dangerous thought that's

crept into your head.

Be careful what you do with it.

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Now, where are the keys?

Told you I dropped them.

-You didn't drop them. -I did!

Empty your bag.

-Bag! Come on! -

See, I told you.

Get out.

Now get back in. Go.

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-Where did you drop them? -Out there.

-Be specific. -I don't know!

In front of the car, maybe.

What do you see out there?

Nothing.

And that way?

I get it!

Get out.

Let me ask you a question.

Have you ever been responsible for somebody else's death?

Well, let's keep it that way.

Another car passes, pop one of those cancer sticks in

and make like you're stretching your legs, okay?

-Get the fucking keys! -

Have you found them?

Have you found them?

- Come on. Come on. -

- - Fuck, fuck!

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- -Come on, come on!

- -No, no!

Get away from me!

No, no!

Get away!

-No, no, no! -

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Fuck, fuck!

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Come on.

-Fuck! -

What the fuck?

Come on!

What the fuck!

No! Get the fuck off me!

No! Get the fuck off me!

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No! No!

- - Shut up!

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- - Get going.

Drive! Now.

Take that car.

You don't need mine! You don't need me!

If I knew how to drive,

do you really think you'd be getting a chance

to see another Christmas?

- No! No! -Shhh!

You see that car?

That belonged to Mrs. Claus,

she chose not to drive after I asked.

Worse than that,

she tried to set me alight like a fucking Christmas tree.

Now sit as a widow,

and I'm without a chauffeur.

So I'll ask you one last time.

Are you gonna drive for me?

No! Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay, I can drive. I can drive. I can drive.

Please, please.

Just don't-- Don't do anything!

Then don't give me a reason to.

Come on!

Drive, dammit!

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Is there--

Is there really a dead person in the boot back there?

What did you do to her?