Jimmy and Stiggs

He knows when you're alone.

He knows when you're afraid.

And when he finds you...

your high-pitched scream will go flat.

-(Screams) -(Piano keys crash)

The Piano Killer.

I don't get it.

How the hell did he get here?

Practice.

The ultimate weapon has struck a chord...

-...with a madman. -(Exhales deeply)

Now it's his way...

Oh, hello. Back for another piano, I assume.

...or the Steinway.

He has no idea I'm onto him.

Oh, my God! Piano!

He has your keys.

Keys...

He reads your notes.

-He's in your bass...ment -(Ominous creaking)

Piano!

-(Music stops) -(Light creaking)

The Piano Killer.

Keep your eyes open for anything suspicious.

He's the world's most dangerous pianist.

Keep it moving, come on!

And you're in deep, deep treble.

Piano!

The Piano Killer.

Pray you're not noteworthy.

-(Weapon slashes) -(Man screams)

Clark?

Clark, are you okay?

Don't go in that house, bitch!

-(Bird caws) -It's okay, honey. It's safe.

-(Tense music) -(Exhales)

-(Girl screams) -(Flesh squelches)

Alex!

Don't go in that house, bitch!

Guys, I think we should get out of here.

There's something wrong with this place.

-Oh. (Whimpers) -(Flesh tearing)

-(Flesh tearing) -(Shrieking)

Don't go in that house, bitch!

We gotta go help him, man.

-Don't go in that house. -We gotta help him.

Are you fucking stupid?

I'm gonna do it.

Don't go in that house, bitch.

Don't go in that house, bitch!

There ain't no cops or nothing?

Where the white people at?

But you just wouldn't listen.

Ow, fuck! That hurt!

Ah! My face!

-(Woman screams) -(Guy) Why?

Why?

(Distant shouting, horns honking)

Jesus. I thought you'd died.

Hey. I got off late. So I'm, like, an hour behind.

Do you wanna meet there? Because I'm fucking starving.

Yeah, good luck. The place is gonna be jammed.

Do you want me to just not come?

Are you trying to blow me off again?

Alright, look. Get ready, come over here.

I got booze. We'll drink a bit and figure it out.

Obviously plans are gonna change.

There better be food

or I'm gonna eat your fucking face off.

I prefer you have that for dinner.

Sounds like we got a plan.

I will come over if you have food.

Look, if you're that fucking hungry, I'll order food now.

-I got booze. We hang here. -OK. Excellent.

Hold on. My manager's calling me.

I'll see you when you get here.

I need some good fucking news. What do you got?

-They're passing. -What?

You told me this was a done deal.

They're fucking passing?

You're a wild card without Stiggs.

A fucking wild card?

All the fucking movies I've made that made

so much money for these scumbag suits?

I'm just telling you what they're telling me.

Fucking tell them to get fucked, dude.

Swallow your pride,

patch things up, for everyone's sake.

We'll get a green light with Stiggs.

I ain't talked to that motherfucker in four months,

and that's not changing.

You're not being rational.

You keep telling me you're broke.

You need to look at this from a business standpoint.

You know what, Theo?

How about you go fuck yourself?

Alright, motherfucker?

Fuck!

Fucking cocksucking motherfuckers.

Fucking douchebags. I swear to fucking God...

Can't believe

these fucking cocksuckers.

Theo, I'm going to fire that motherfucker, I swear to God.

Fire his fucking ass. Six months fucking wasted.

Ah, fuck.

Ah, fuck.

The fuck? Fucking earthquake.

Yeah, just what I fucking need.

Bring this whole fucking goddamn fucking city down.

Topple over fucking C.A.A.

next to those fucking cocksucking douchebags.

Alright.

Just calm down.

Have some booze and have a good night.

Activate phase two.

Another one?

Two of them in a row. Third time's a charm.

I want that son of a bitch to have a huge, gorgeous cock.

-(Rumbling) -What the fuck?

That's not a fucking earthquake.

Motherfuckers.

What the fuck?

Oh, shit.

Oh, fuck. The fuck?

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

Hello?

Oh, fuck. Oh.

Oh, shit. The fuck? What the fuck was...?

The fuck is going on? What the fuck is going on?

Oh, fuck.

Help! What the fuck?

What the fuck? Let me down. Let me down!

What the fuck? Let me down.

Fuck.

Fuck. I can't move my fucking legs.

Why can't I move my...?

Oh, God, my head.

Oh, my fucking head.

What the fuck? What the fuck?

Oh. No. No. Oh.

What the fuck is that? Oh.

Oh, fuck!

The fuck?

OK, seriously?

What the fuck?

I've been outside, beating on your door

for ten fucking minutes.

It's locked, but I see your car here.

So, I don't know if I'm just, I don't know,