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(soft intriguing music)
(soft vocals)
(eerie music)
(eerie music continues)
(blade swishes)
(distant shouting)
(indistinct whispering voices)
(eerie music continues)
(breathing heavily)
(low ominous music)
(muttering in Arabic)
(blade swishes)
(breathing heavily)
(buzzing)
(sinister music)
(low growling)
(sinister music)
(thudding)
(snarling)
(tense music)
(indistinct whispering voices)
(sinister music)
(music stops abruptly)
(soft piano music)
(insects chirping)
(soft tense music)
(number pad beeping)
(call ringing tone)
(dispatch): 911, what's your emergency?
(young boy): My mommy.
She scares me at night.
- Okay. What's your name, sweetie?
- Mikey.
- Where are you, Mikey?
- I'm under the table.
- Did Mommy hurt you? Is she in the house with you?
Are you hiding?
Are you alone? Where is your mommy, Mikey?
(whispering): I don't know.
Mommy is a monster.
- I want you to stay hidden, okay?
Can you do that for me?
We got people on the way, sweetie, okay?
Don't worry. We're gonna get to you, just stay hidden, okay?
(footsteps slapping rapidly)
(distant cackling)
(Mikey breathing shakily)
Mikey, I need you to say something.
(screeching)
(low growling)
(cackling)
(high-pitched screaming)
(deep indistinct shouting)
(Mikey breathing shakily)
(deep growling)
(door rattling)
(creaking)
(Mikey breathing shakily)
(thud)
(Mikey breathing heavily)
(soft whimper)
- It was just a little jokey joke.
(urinating)
(Mikey breathing shakily)
(raspy voice): It was just a joke.
(tearfully): I'm sorry
I'm so sorry.
(shaky breathing)
Please don't be mad at Mommy.
(breathing heavily)
(low growl)
(deep warped babbling)
(deep snarling)
(footsteps slapping)
(door creaks)
(distant thud)
(Mikey breathing shakily)
(deep warped babbling)
(snarling)
(Mikey breathing shakily)
(growling)
(objects clattering)
(door closes)
(Mikey breathing shakily)
(distant growling)
(Mikey breathing shakily)
(panting)
(deep roaring)
(distant screaming)
(distant coyote howling)
(insects chirping)
(TV playing softly)
(boy on TV): Aren't you happy?
I know what's wrong with you. You're lonesome.
I'll get you a little playmate.
(whistling on TV)
- The child is believed to have been abducted from his home
over nine months ago.
This is the fourth child abduction in the past
12 months in the Los Angeles County area.
The mother asks that if anyone has any information at all,
to please come forward
and report it to the proper authorities.
- If anyone out there is watching this.
Please bring my baby back.
(sinister music)
(cackling)
Mikey,
Mommy loves you so much.
I love you so much.
(static hisses)
(deep cackling)
(distant sirens wailing)
(brakes squealing)
(siren chirps)
(ominous music)
(car door closes)
- Hello? Sheriff's--
(gasps) - Shh!
Now you're gonna go and hide really well.
And you're not gonna make a sound.
And if I hear anything or see anything,
the monster will come and get you.
(deep voice): Now run!
(Mikey breathing shakily)
(sheriff): Hello? (banging on door)
Sheriff's department.
Open up!
- Yes?
- Hello, ma'am. How are you doing?
We got a 911 call earlier.
It seemed like it was coming from your house.
I just wanted to check on you, that everything's okay.
- Well, everything's fine, officer.
Well, the lights and the banging kind of scared me.
- Are you alone in the house?
Is there anybody else here with you?
- I'm alone.
- You mind if I come inside to take a look?
- Actually, I do mind.
I was in the middle of something and then I'm gonna
go to bed, so....
- It's only going to take a minute.
I just want to make sure everything's fine
and I'll be on my way.
- Don't you need a warrant for that?
- Actually, I don't.
Please step away from the door, ma'am.
- Fine.
(soft tense music)
- You said you live alone, right?
- Mm-hmm.
(ominous music)
- Do you have any children in the house?
(sinister music swells)
Ma'am.
(distant screeching, thudding)
Oh, fuck.
Ma'am.
Hello?
(static hissing)
(deep distant voice): Come here, little boy!
(footsteps thudding) Come here!
- Dispatch, I need another deputy.
I need backup.
(radio beeps)
(officer): Alright, 10-4.
(indistinct radio chatter)
(exhales)
(ominous music)
(static hissing)
Hello?
Anybody out here?
Show yourself.
(footsteps thudding rapidly)
Sheriff's department.
(exhales)
Sheriff's department.
(floorboards creaking)
(sinister music)
(radio static)
(indistinct police radio chatter)
- Possible child abuse.
- Hurry up.
Something's wrong here.
I have found a tub full of blood.
(exhales sharply)
(radio beeps)
(deep voice): We're gonna play hide and seek.
(thudding) Ready or not, here I come!
- Ma'am.
I will shoot you.
Ma'am?
Are you trying to scare me?
I swear to God.
Don't jump at me
or pull any shit like that.
(breathing heavily)
I will fucking smoke you!
I'm going to come down to the basement.
If you're in there,
you lay flat on the ground.
Put your hands where I can see them.
(ominous music)
Jesus Christ.
(radio beeps)
I think I found potential victims here.
(breathing heavily)
I see three small bodies.
They look like children, man.
Where's the fucking backup?
Oh my God.
(low growling)
(snarling)
Ahh! (gunshots)
(Mikey breathing shakily)
(Mikey whispering): Mommy?
(shouting)
(sinister music swells)
(groans)
(breathing heavily)
(soft tense music)
- The child is in the house.
The child-- (sheriff screaming)
(deep warped babbling)
(sheriff screaming)
(Mikey panting)
(insects chirping)
- Your call has been forwarded
to an automatic voice message system.
At the tone, please record your message.
(beep)
- Charlotte, just pick up the phone, okay?
We can work this out. I just want to talk.
That's all I want to do, is just talk to you.
Please, pick up the phone.
(sighs)
Charlotte, I know you're there. Pick up the phone, will you?
Just pick it up!
Okay. You know what? Forget it.
Just fuck you, fucking bitch!
(phone beeps)
Fuck you.
(soft tense music)
(eerie piano music)
(phone ringing)
(phone beeps)
(man): John, do you have it?
- Yeah, I have it. - Don't mess with it.
I got a bad feeling about it.
(stammering) It just feels weird.
There's people saying stuff online.
It's creepy. They say that there's, um...
a portal for some demon
to come out if you take off its head.
(chuckling)
- I'm a God-fearing man,
but I don't believe in this pagan bullshit.
- Okay, okay, great.
But don't mess with it anyway, right?
They need it intact.
They don't want it to be touched.
It's 50K. I need the money.
- Are you fucking kidding me?
You don't think I need the money, too?
This divorce is costing me a fucking fortune.
My ex-wife is trying to steal my girls away from me.
That is not gonna happen.
- Are your girls with you?
- How is that any of your fucking business?
- Because they said specifically,
keep it away from children.
Listen.
They're saying there's a demon,
a dark entity called Volpaazu
that possesses people.
Volpaazu preys on children.
Your girls...
to abuse them,
to sacrifice them or turn them into demons.
And then they say it spreads.
Spreads like a disease.
What kind of people want this type of artifact?
I don't get it.
- Come on, you really believe in this bullshit?
It's just a stupid artifact from Africa or something.
- Okay, John, but you're not going to open it, right?
Right, John?
You're not gonna open it, John, though, right?
Hello?
John?
John, please!
- I'll call you back.
- John. You're not going to open it, right?
Please, Jo-- (phone beeps)
- Ah...
(ominous music)
(indistinct whispering voices)
(clicking)
(exhales)
(thud, low rumble)
(sinister music)
♪ Hee de hee de hee ♪
♪ Ho de ho de ho ♪
♪ She messed around with a bloke named Smokey ♪
♪ She loved him ♪
♪ Minnie the Moocher ♪
♪ She was a red hot hoochie-coocher ♪
- Alice, time to go to bed.
It's past your bedtime, okay?
- Can I stay five more minutes? - Nope. Nope.
- Okay, Dad. - Alright. Good night.
♪ Ho de ho de ho ♪
♪ Hi de hi de hi de ♪
♪ Hee de hee de hee de hee ♪
(sighs)
♪ Ho de ho de ho ♪
(chuckling)
♪ Hi de hi de ♪
♪ Hi de hi de hi de ♪
♪ Hee de hee de hee ♪
(laughing)
♪ Ho de ho de ho ♪
♪ She messed around with a bloke named Smokey ♪
♪ She loved him though he was... ♪
You shouldn't hide that face of yours.
♪ He took her down... ♪
It's beautiful.
Stop.
(unsettling music)
(sinister music swells)
(deep garbled chatter)
(deep growling)
(exhales slowly)
(laughing)
(deep growling)
(exhales sharply)
(floorboards creaking)
(ominous music)
Shh...
Don't want to wake your sister.
(bed creaking)
You're gonna be a good girl.
- Yes. Yes.
- Yes, who?
- Yes, Daddy.
- That's right.
(John sighing)
(bed creaking)
(John breathing heavily)
(low growling)
Don't tell your mother about this.
Your sister either.
They wouldn't understand.
It's just our little secret.
You have to promise me.
You won't tell anybody.
(eerie piano music)
Might make the monster come out.
(insects chirping)
(low grunting whispers)
(low growling)
(birds chirping)
(floorboards creaking)
(birds chirping)
(floorboards creaking)
(slurping)
(screaming)
(exhales softly)
(low growling)
(laughing)
(birds chirping)
(soft ethereal music)
(spitting)
(phone ringing)
(groaning)
(phone beeps)
(man): Hey, what's up?
- Is Abigail with you?
- No, why?
- I, uh, she-she left the house, and I don't know why.
- What do you mean she left the house?
- I don't remember anything about last night.
I-I had a few drinks.
- Ugh, of course, you had a few--
- I got up this morning, and she was gone.
- Oh, what the fuck? You fucking drunk!
What do you mean, she's gone?
What about Alice? How's Alice ? Is she okay?
- Yeah, yeah. She's fine.
She doesn't know where Abigail is either.
- Okay. All right, all right, okay.
Do you think she could've gone to your parents' house?
- What, are you kidding?
- Why not? - My parents' house?
That house that burned down, like, 20 years ago?
No, it's all the way across town.
Look... It's nothing.
- What do you mean, it's nothing?
I... Maybe I said something to upset her.
- Oh, God.
- Something like that, I don't know.
She'll turn up. She's fine.
Trust me. She'll turn up.
- Listen, John, I'm coming over right now.
- Yeah, okay.
(phone beeps)
(soft tense music)
(sighs)
Fuck.
Abigail, where the fuck are you?
(insects buzzing)
(metal creaking)
(soft tense music continues)
(indistinct whispering voices)
(low garbled voices)
(breathing heavily)
(low garbled voices)
(squelching)
(shouting)
(screaming)
(eerie piano music)
(Alice whispering): Abi, is that you?
Are you okay?
Where are you?
- Something happened. I can't come home.
- You can tell me.
- You wouldn't believe me.
No one will believe me.
(Abigail crying) I'm so sorry.
(crying)
- Please come back home.
- I can't.
I need to see somebody at church.
- I miss you.
- Don't come look for me, okay?
I love you.
(phone beeps)
(crying)
(soft tense music)
(birds chirping on TV)
- Good morning!
(chirping melodically on TV)
Good morning!
(static hissing)
(ominous music)
(audio cutting)
(low groan)
(screech)
(static)
(sinister music)
(static hissing)
(bright whistling melody)
Good morning!
- What have you done?!
(whimpering)
(cracking)
He chose you, Abigail.
You betrayed him.
- No. - Oh, yes.
You killed his child.
You ruined yourself.
Now...
You're going to have to pay.
(whimpering)
(cracking)
(screaming)
(thudding)
Sit down!
(whimpering)
He chose you to be his handmaid.
But you fucked up.
Now you're useless to him.
(sinister music)
- Fuck you.
- Oh.
So sweet.
I think we're past that. (Abigail grunts)
Yeah. Relax. Okay.
(Abigail whimpering)
Just relax.
(John grunting)
(Abigail screaming)
(sinister music)
(grunting)
How does that feel?
He'll just take Alice instead of you.
It's just a matter of time
before he develops a secret love for her too.
He'll pay her a little late-night visit,
just like he did with you.
(Abigail): Please, no.
(John cackling)
(laughing)
Please leave Alice alone.
(low grumbling)
I'll do anything you want me to do.
I'm begging you.
(low grumbling)
- A boy.
He wants a little boy, Abigail.
You killed his child.
(growling)
So you're just gonna have to find another one.
(sinister music)
(growling)
(laughing)
(birds chirping)
(soft unsettling music)
(indistinct chatter)
(blowing)
(birds chirping)
- Honey, honey. (in foreign language)
Come drink some water. Okay?
I want to see you drink. Okay.
(speaking Spanish)
Okay. Okay, go have fun. Okay?
See, I love him so much. He's so easy, the best baby.
Yeah, I know. I know, I was telling you,
I need to study, I need silence, but, like...
No. Thankfully, this kid is amazing.
The other two, the little rascals,
they're demons, they always tell their mom like...
(talking fades out)
(birds chirping)
Yeah, I still have, like, three more hours here
or something.
It's so chill.
(birds chirping)
(ominous music)
(soft breathing)
(sinister music)
(distant clattering)
- Hello?
(soft clattering)
(gasps)
Hello?
(soft rustling)
(soft whispering voices)
(metal clanging)
(soft scraping)
(gasps)
- Bobby?
(screeching)
(gasps)
(breathing shakily)
(John sighs)
- He wasn't the one.
- What have I done?
- What a disappointment.
He wasn't different.
He wasn't special.
- How do you know?
- He wasn't drawn to the darkness.
You're going to have to keep looking.
- I can't keep doing this.
- There's a boy on Craner Street.
He likes to play outside of his house
late in the afternoons.
He'll be the one.
- I can't.
- Oh... yes, you can.
Yes, you can, Abigail.
(raspy voice): Then he'd better be the one.
(breathing heavily)
- The child is in the house.
The child is-- (screaming)
(deep warped babbling)
(sheriff screaming)
(Mikey whispering): Are you okay?
I'm sorry, mister.
(Mikey breathing shakily)
(thud)
(gasps)
- I did this for you!
Look at what you're making me do!
(low growling)
(Abigail grunts)
(low growling)
I just wanted to protect you.
Wanted to protect you from all the awful things that I know
he wants to do to you.
The things he did to the others.
But I can't keep up with his appetite.
(low growling)
(breathing shakily)
I can't do it anymore.
I'm sorry.
(floorboards creaking) Shh, shh, shh!
He's here.
I'm in hell forever.
(gunshot)
(Mikey breathing shakily)
(sinister music)
(flashlight clicking)
(low growling)
(Mikey breathing shakily)
(clattering)
(gasps)
(footsteps thudding)
(objects clattering)
(Mikey breathing shakily)
(low growling)
(Mikey breathing shakily)
(whimpering)
(objects clattering)
(Mikey breathing shakily)
(glass bottles clattering)
(whimpering)
(Mikey breathing shakily)
(sinister music)
(low growling)
(thudding)
(static hissing)
(unsettling piano music)
- You're going to make it home, Mikey, okay?
You'll make it home.
I'm going to find you.
We're going to find you.
(sinister music)
(reporter): In a shocking turn of events,
police have made a grim discovery
at a residence on Maple Street.
Earlier today, authorities responded
to a distress call at a Pasadena home.
Inside the residence,
they discovered the lifeless body
of Abigail Reed,
who appeared to have died
from self-inflicted gunshot wound.
The tragic incident has left the community in shock.
(crying)
Sheriff Miller,
the first to be dispatched to the scene
after the 911 call,
was found dead at the scene as well.
The story takes an even darker turn.
Abigail Reed is also now the prime suspect
in the recent and horrifying kidnapping and killing
of three children.
The victims, who had been missing for several months
were found dead in the basement of the residence.
Their disappearance has sent the community--
(wailing)
...found alive at the scene.
His identity remains unknown for the moment,
but authorities believe it could be Mikey,
one of the missing boys who had been gone for 18 months.
The motive behind the kidnappings,
the suicide of Abigail Reed,
and the circumstances--
(electric crackling)
(grunting)
(soft ethereal music)
- You look nervous. (laughing)
Don't worry, you'll be okay.
Okay. That's good.
- We're rolling.
Three, two, one, action.
- She grew up with absolute evil.
Shared bunk beds with the most infamous
child abductor our nation has ever seen.
And she witnessed her sister become the center
of one of the most disturbing cases in America.
20 years later, she decided to share her story with us
in one of the most compelling books
we've ever featured on this show.
From family trauma to New York Times bestseller,
she's here to promote her new book,
Mommy Monster.
I'm Jennifer Novak,
and this is a conversation with Alice Reed.
Alice, welcome to our show.
Thank you for being with us tonight.
- Thank you for having me, Jennifer. It's a pleasure.
- Let's talk about your book.
Maybe you can start by giving a little bit of context
to our audience members that are not familiar
with the Pasadena murders.
- Of course. In 2003,
my older sister Abigail committed suicide.
We didn't know at the time, but her death was linked
to a very public investigation,
so it was all over the news for months.
It changed our family forever,
and it was the most traumatic experience of my life.
(Jennifer): So she was your sister.
Were you close?
(Alice): We were pretty close, growing up.
She was born with a cleft lip...
(ominous music)
(deep garbled chatter)
Allegedly, my sister kidnapped four young boys.
They said she killed them.
As you know, only one survived.
I believe the note is referring to him.
- Mikey. - That is correct.
- So if he's watching this interview,
what would you like to say to him?
- I guess I would want him to know that...
I am very sorry for what he went through.
And I think of him often.
I, I hope that he can get better
and find happiness.
I-I truly wish him all the best.
(Jennifer): At the end of the book,
you share some interesting statistics
about childhood trauma.
- Yes.
(unsettling piano music)
(insects chirping)
(Alice): They said she was probably the one
who spoke in that voice.
She kept calling from time to time.
One night, she told me that she heard voices in her head.
Hey, are you watching?
Voices who told her--
I can't believe this.
I never should have gone on the show.
(Jennifer): Urban Legends Online says she was possessed--
- Because she's using my sister for her Halloween special
Like she was Freddy fucking Krueger!
(narrator): The Pasadena Murders. Evil Unveiled.
(sighs) - I'm just worried, I guess.
I mean, I'm already getting death threats
from people because of writing this book,
and now this interview is making me look like I'm...
(narrator): ...the Pasadena Murders. Evil Unveiled.
- They're missing the point.
(distant sirens wailing)
(insects chirping)
(unsettling music)
No. It's okay.
(laughing) Alex, I said it's okay.
Seriously, I don't want you to come all the way over here.
Besides, I'm not in the mood.
(doorbell ringing)
Somebody is at the door.
Okay, I'll call you back.
(soft mysterious music)
(children): Trick or treat!
- Hey, you guys look great!
(soft mysterious music)
(wrappers crinkling)
Happy Halloween.
- I failed Mikey as a mother.
It's all my fault.
I just wish I could make it all go away.
Erase those horrific images
from his mind.
From his dreams.
All those memories.
I wish I could bring my Mikey back.
- My name is Doctor Elliot Morrison.
I'm Mikey's psychiatrist.
We know very little about what Mikey endured in that house,
but one thing is for sure,
he suffers from severe PTSD.
The worst I've ever seen, especially in someone his age.
- He would just stand or sit and not say anything.
I tried many times to go to him, try to make him talk.
Talk to me.
He didn't want to share anything.
Tried to show him I was, I was here for him.
But he would just be...
He would just be numb.
Numb, like I'm a stranger.
Like I was... not his mother.
- Naomi Surprise his real mother.
Mikey considers Abigail Reed to be his mother,
despite her death.
This is a perfect example of what is known
as the Stockholm Syndrome,
where the victim empathizes with his abuser.
- These are the things he would draw.
He would just draw.
Draw monsters.
This is supposed to be me.
What is all this?
(crying)
- What's particularly compelling about this
is Mikey's obsession
with the three children's bodies,
which were found in the basement.
Did he have previous interactions with any of them,
or did he just know them as dead children?
We don't really know.
In any case, these drawings indicate
that Mikey developed a morbid bond with these children.
You can see in this drawing...
he considers himself one of them.
- He became the darkest, darkest soul.
Why did she hurt him?
Why my boy?
- Abigail Reed was possessed by a demon.
I know it, because it's her father's fault.
John Reed.
He had an artifact
that had a demon living inside it.
I told him not to open it, and he did.
And now it's out.
It's out there.
(doorbell ringing)
(water rushing)
(water stops)
(ominous music)
(insects chirping)
(soft mysterious music)
- Hi. You okay?
Did your friends take your candy?
I got you.
(wrappers crinkling)
(ominous music)
Stay safe out there.
(door closes)
(distant thud)
- At the end of the book, you share some
interesting statistics about childhood trauma.
- Yes. Research shows that around 60%
of the general population has had at least one
adverse childhood experience.
That is a traumatic event that happens to a person
before they are 17 years of age.
However, that number goes up to 97%
among the criminal population.
Therefore, I believe
that children who were traumatized in youth
deserve extra care and support when they become adults.
- So do you believe Mikey could be dangerous.
(inaudible)
(phone buzzing)
- Hello? (deep warped babbling)
If this is a prank, fuck off.
(deep warped babbling)
Abigail?
(deep warped babbling)
(crying)
(Abigail): He's going to hear me!
(whimpering, crying)
(deep voice): Dad raped me.
He put a monster inside of me, Alice!
(ominous music)
(growling)
(doorbell ringing)
(breathing heavily)
(indistinct chatter on TV)
- There's a monster-like figure in the basement
with the three corpses.
(doorbell ringing)
We consider this monster to be a figment
of Mikey's imagination.
(tense music)
(thud)
(insects chirping)
Hey.
Hey, what's wrong? Where are your parents?
Talk to me.
(deep grunt)
Mikey?
(gun clicking)
(ominous music)
Why are you here, Mikey?
You can't just come to my house like this.
You understand?
Look, I'm going to call someone to take you home, okay?
- You're not safe anymore.
- What do you mean?
- It's out there again.
And my mommy, she can't protect you.
- You mean Abigail?
(whispering): She can't protect you.
- Protect me from what?
- I have these thoughts.
(breathing heavily)
Dark thoughts.
And they want me to do terrible things.
Because it says I'm the one.
- Who says you're the one?
- But I don't want to.
I don't want to be the one.
I don't want to be the chosen one.
- Chosen for what?
- The darkness.
(sobbing)
- It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
(breathing heavily)
- You're not safe anymore.
My mommy...
She was innocent.
(screaming)
(gasps)
It wasn't her fault.
(screaming)
- I know, Mikey.
I know.
- Can you be my mommy?
- I'm sorry, I, I can't,
but we're going to get you some help, okay?
We're going to take care of you. (Mikey whimpering)
- Please. - I want you to just go home.
Okay? - Please. Please.
- Mikey.
Mikey, please let me go.
(Mikey crying) Mikey, let me go.
I'm gonna need you to let me go, let me go!
(breathing heavily)
You need to leave or I'm calling the police.
I'm sorry for what happened to you, but you need to get out.
(crying): I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry I brought it here.
(sinister music)
- Brought... Brought what?
(thudding footsteps)
(Mikey whimpering)
(growling)
(gasps)
(glass shattering)
(door slams)
- Thank you for joining us
for our explosive Halloween episode.
I hope you enjoyed it.
Now, remember, tonight, lock all your doors,
'cause all sorts of evil lurks in the darkness.
Happy Hallow--
(light clicks)
(sighs)
(gun clicks)
(distant click)
(sinister music)
(sobbing)
(low growling)
(loud sinister music)
(whimpering)
(growling)
(cracking)
(whimpering)
(cracking)
(low growling)
(whimpering)
(roaring)
(insects chirping)
(exhales sharply) Okay.
Alice, look,
I know you didn't want to see me tonight,
but I just want to check on you, okay?
It's... It's a tough night for you,
and I just want to let you know that I'm here.
Um... You know, I'm...
I'm not going to stay too long, and, uh,
I just want to check on you, and then whenever you want me
to go, I'll just go home and, uh...
The fuck is that?
(door opens)
(leaves rustling)
(door closes)
Hello?
Yo. Who's there?
Alice?
(leaves rustling)
Uh, I saw you.
You seem a little old to be trick-or-treating,
dude.
(insects chirping)
(leaves rustling)
(breathing heavily)
(inhaling)
(deep garbled chatter)
(man screaming)
(sinister music)
(man wheezing)
- Hey, Jen.
Oh, my God, I'm so sorry about Alice.
- I know, can you believe it?
I mean, she's on the show, and then the boyfriend's dead.
Stabbed to death?
(laughing) I mean, come on!
Poor thing.
Cha-ching for us!
This is a fucking ratings bonanza.
I mean, it had to be Mikey, right?
Who else could it be?
And guess what?
You know, when I was talking to Jim and he said
he has footage bringing that guy out,
and it was pretty gory.
So I want you to get on the phone,
I want you to get Alice in there immediately.
Do whatever you need to do.
Wine her, dine her, woo her.
Hell, we will pay her double.
I want her ass in the studio right away.
I want her to go and get the full account
of what happened. She was there, right?
Wasn't she there when they carried him out?
I mean, we are on a ratings bonanza,
and I want to ride this wave.
So, listen, you get on the horn right now,
and you get Alice in the studio.
I wonder there immediately.
I'm not having anybody scoop me on this.
So remember, remember, your future on this show
depends on your getting her ass into the studio right now.
You got it? - Of course.
- I want information by the time I get in there.
And I'll be there soon. Out.
(distant door thuds)
(tires screeching)
- Yeah. Okay. Get on it.
Thanks.
(door clangs open)
Hello?
Guys, what's going on?
(ominous music)
(footsteps thudding)
Diana?
(phone beeping)
(distant phone ringtone)
(ringtone continues)
(door slams)
- Your call has been forwarded
to an automatic voice message system.
(harsh whisper): Jennifer!
(gasps)
It's him.
He killed everybody.
- What? What's going on?
- He killed everyone.
- Who?
- He's still here. You have to hide.
- What the fuck?
(gunshot)
- No, no, no! (gunshot)
(gasping)
(breathing heavily)
(footsteps thudding)
(tense music)
(gasps)
(sinister music)
(footsteps thudding)
(gun clicks)
(breathing heavily)
- Please, please, please.
Please, please, please.
Please. (screaming)
(gunshot)
(banging) - Ahh!
(gunshots)
(screaming)
(thudding, grunting)
(whimpering) Please don't do this.
(whimpering)
(Jennifer sobbing)
(gun clicks)
(zapping) Fuck you!
(grunting)
(number pad beeping)
(breathing heavily)
(dispatch): 911, what's your emergency?
- This is Jennifer Novak. I'm at the studio.
He's killed everyone.
I got, I think I got him. I think I--
(clattering)
And he killed every-- (screaming)
(whimpering)
(screaming)
- Mikey, stop!
(breathing heavily)
You don't have to do this.
You don't have to be the one.
(Jennifer whimpering)
(Mikey breathing heavily)
I'll be your mommy.
(soft eerie music)
I'll take care of you.
You don't have to be alone anymore.
Okay?
Now, put the knife down.
(Mikey breathing heavily)
(knife clatters to the ground)
It's okay.
It's gonna be okay.
We're gonna be okay.
(sinister music)
(growling)
(Alice choking)
(gasping)
(growling)
(screaming)
(body thuds)
(blade swishes)
(sputtering)
(exhaling slowly)
(wheezing softly)
- You're available for an interview tomorrow?
(heavy metal music)
(heavy metal music continues)
(heavy metal music stops abruptly)
(insects chirping)
(soft unsettling music)
(deep garbled chatter)
(soft eerie piano music)
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