Masters of Horror

Spacey?

Spacey!

What the fuck is this?

No more, you hear me? No more...

Freeze! Police. Throw down your weapon.

It's too late! It's too fucking late!

Let her go. Now!

Go away. You don't know what she is.

- You have no idea! - Don't do it.

Don't do it ...

Jennifer.

Frank!

What the fuck! You okay?

You call it in.

This guy tried to chop her up.

- I had to stop it. - Jesus. What a mess!

All right. Come on...

Okay, uh...

Okay! All right. It's okay. It's all right.

Ow my!

It's all right.

You're gonna be okay.

He's dead. He's dead...

He's not gonna hurt you anymore.

Frank?

Can we have a little speak?

How could she understand anything that we say, you know.

Her attacker seemed crazy.

- Well, he was a homeless guy, right? - Yeah, look like it.

The funny thing...

He had on a Patek Philippe... you know and a

clothes .. he had been ... pretty high flying not too long ago.

Yeah well. He was a thief and a would-be slasher.

Pretty sure. Didn't have any ID on him.

Guy looked out of it... Crazy eyes, say that much.

Well, "Who walks like a duck and quacks like

a duck, it's a duck with a meat cleaver."

Yeah.

Anyway, it's all in there, I think.

Yeah, good job. Nice work. You been to psych yet?

All right, come on Charlie...

No, no Frank, no no. This is standard op. It's not my call. You gotta go down there.

I mean, you just don't ice some guy and then

go home put your feet up and watch QBC!

You killed a psychopath. I don't care if he was trying to slice her up.

It's gotta warp you.

- So when we're finished here, you gotta go down there.

Come on Charlie, for Christ's sakes...

Frank, listen. This is your first fatal OIS, right?

- Yeah... - Well, go down and see Branson, ok?

And you don't come back until you finish your psych session.

- Hey, Frankie! - Hey.

I'm off track though. I'm going to go to the Admiral for a pint.

- You in to take that edge off? - No, no thanks.

- Took a grinch, huh? - Yeah.

Hey Frank? What's wrong with her face? What happened to her?

How the fuck should I know?

Kind a sad, huh?

- Yeah. - Hmm. Come on.

No!

- Hi! - Hey, Amy!

Frank? Is that you?

Frank's here. No, I'll give you a call later.

Yeah. Bye.

It's late.

What's the matter?

I killed a guy today.

Jesus. Frank...

- You did what you had to do. - Hey, I know that, God damn it!

- Sorry. - It's okay.

The prince of darkness is home.

- Are you hungry? - Your son's always hungry.

- Where are you going? - Go wash this cut on my hand.

- I don't mean to scare you. - No, you didn't. It's just...

I had a shitty day... that's all.

Come here.

Mommy fix.

Is there anything I can do?

No. No, thank you.

It's been so long...

Do you wanna try...?

Sure.

Yeah?

Come on, baby. Come on, baby...

Stop! What are you thinking, you bastard?

- Frank, how can I help you? - Yeah... um.

That girl that is... disfigured.

One who... was with the guy that I shot.

The guy you had to shoot.

Yeah, right. That's what everybody keeps telling me.

So uh... What's going on with her?

Well, I can tell you her name is Jennifer.

We found it in a note the guy had in his pocket.

What did it say?

That's just it. All it said was "Jennifer"

Like there wasn't anything else he could say.

- Do you know where she's from? - No idea.

Apparently she didn't really have a home.

She was with that guy and he didn't have a permanent address either.

Any idea who he was?

Well, we thought he was a derelict,

but it turns out he was actually a fairly well to do businessman at one time.

From upstate, lost everything.

His family won't even claim him.

- You're kidding me. - No! And she's certainly not talking.

Can't. She's retarded, I think.

Sorry... Mentally challenged.

Or at least I hope she is. Poor thing. I don't even know how much she understands.

So where is she now?

She's at Watkins island.

Listen, I thought you said she was retarded.

What is she doing in that shithole?

Hey, don't blame me, Frank.

It's the system. It eats its young, you know?

Excuse me, I'm Detective Spivey.

I came about the girl who was admitted last night.

Great! The creepy one.

Jennifer?

Jesus! How did you get that head on that body!

You can't stay here.

Come on.

It's alright.

Here it is. It's a...

This is my place.

This is uh... This is where I live.

And...

You can stay for... for a while...

Okay.

Okay, alright.

Okay.

Ruby?

Tomorrow...

I'll get you a place to stay.

Jennifer.

Frank.

Jennifer?

What are you doing here?

Okay... ah.

It's alright! It's alright! Stop it!

Fuck!

What in the name of the holy God is that?

Her name is Jennifer. She's the victim of the guy that I shot the other day.

She's no where to go.

And you brought her here, you brought her into our house?

I just wanted to give her a place to spend the night, that's all.

She was in an insane asylum.

Jesus! Look at her. She can't even speak.

Just wanted to help her, that's all. She's got nobody to give a damn about her.

- What's wrong with her? Was she born that way?

- I don't know. - She scared the hell out of me, Frank.

She fucking awesome... And she's got a great rack.

You know, for a morlock...

Hey! She's a human being, you understand?

She's got nobody to care about her, she got no place to go.

- I'm going to find her a place to stay. - She can't stay here.

Look at her. There's a reason why she doesn't have a home...

- It would be inhuman to abandon her... - No, Frank. She has to leave.

Go ahead, find her a place, but get her out of here.

- Ruby! - No! Enough!