Thel and Pam run into the strip club. Thel is still in possession of the gun. The club is completely empty of people. Thel looks around. Crutch comes from behind the curtains, and walks out onto the stage.

CRUTCH

No more titties for you, you fucking traitor.

Crutch steps off the stage and faces Thel, who’s quite scared. Pam nonchalantly walks to Crutch.

PAM

(To Crutch)

I brought him to you. Where’s my money?

Thel can’t believe his eyes.

CRUTCH

You done good, kid. There’s a little something extra in there for you.

Crutch hands Pam a big wad of bills. Pam plants a tongue kiss on Crutch. Thel is utterly betrayed. Pam turns and starts to walk away. As she nears Thel, he looks at her, in total confusion.

THEL

Why, Pam?

PAM

A girl’s got to earn a living somehow.

Pam peels a bill off of her wad and stuffs it in Thel’s pocket.

PAM

Go buy yourself a life.

Pam smiles, and walks away laughing. She exits. Thel turns to Crutch with rage.

THEL

Motherfucker.

Thel fires a bullet into Crutch’s chest. Nothing happens. Crutch takes a gun from his coat and fires two shots into Thel’s chest. Again, nothing happens.

Thel and Crutch empty their respective guns, into each other. Neither is wounded. Crutch smiles.

CRUTCH

That was fun.

Crutch discards his gun and steps towards Thel.

CRUTCH

Don’t you get it? You can’t kill me and I can’t kill you. We’re a team. We go together like S and M. Like rape and pillage. We’re inseparable.

THEL

I don’t want to have anything to do with you.

CRUTCH

I know we’ve had our differences in the past. Can’t we just bury the hatchet.

THEL

Absolutely not.

CRUTCH

I’m sorry you feel that way. I reckon I will have to...

Crutch’s mood shifts to down right mean.

CRUTCH

...Cave your fucking world in.

Crutch grabs Thel’s face, and pinches his cheeks in.

CRUTCH

You had it all. You were the king. I gave you everything you ever wanted. Suddenly, old Crutch isn’t good enough for you.

Crutch tosses Thel to the ground.

CRUTCH

Well, fuck you, Mr. My-Shit-Don’t-Stink. This party train is coming to a stop. Right on your fucking chest.

A rope glides across the floor and ties itself to Thel’s feet. The rope drags Thel from the room. Thel struggles and screams.

INT. WISHING WELL - NIGHT

The rope attached to Thel’s feet, drags him to a wishing well. The rope pulls Thel up to the pulley, then slowly lowers him into the well.

Once Thel is submerged in the well water, he sees the faces of his victims. The horror of his brutal crimes play over and over. Thel screams, as he thrashes about, underwater.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. WISHING WELL - NIGHT

The cheesy Faker, from the psychic network commercial, pulls Thel out of the well. The Faker unties the rope from Thel’s feet. Thel flops on the ground, gasping for air. The Faker helps Thel to his feet.

FAKER

They’re ready for you.

THEL

Who are you?

FAKER

I’m your attorney.

THEL

Did I kill you too?

FAKER

No, but you’re going to want to soon enough.

The Faker smiles a big fake smile. He leads Thel away from the wishing well.

INT. COURTROOM - NIGHT

The courtroom is dark and surreal. Crutch sits patiently behind the prosecutor’s table. Mr. Ryan serves as the judge. Lucky, the Three Skinheads, Howard, and the Clerk sit in the jury box.

Kelly, Mrs. Ginty, Mom, Dad, Craig and Pam are spectators. All of the people who had been killed, bare the wounds of their deaths. The Faker leads Thel into the courtroom. They sit behind the defense table.

Mr. Ryan bangs the gavel.

MR. RYAN

This court is now in session. Case number 666. The people versus Thel the bloodthirsty killer. The prosecution will present their case first.

Crutch stands up.

CRUTCH

Thank you, your honor. I intend to show, that this little weasel stabbed me in the back. I turned him into a funky bitch, sex machine, and he abandoned me. I will call expert witnesses, that will tell you how much of a loser he really is.

Crutch turns to the jury.

CRUTCH

If you do not return a verdict of guilty, you will be letting one of the sorriest son-of-a-bitches back into society. Thank you.

The jury and courtroom observers applaud. Crutch confidently takes his seat. Mr. Ryan looks at the Faker.

MR. RYAN

Your opening statement, please.

The Faker stands up.

FAKER

Your honor, this sounds like a bunch of hooey. I move for a dismissal.

The jury and courtroom observers boo. Mr. Ryan bangs the gavel.

MR. RYAN

Order in the court.

Mr. Ryan looks at the Faker.

MR. RYAN

Request for dismissal denied. Sit your fat ass down.

Mr. Ryan looks at Crutch.

MR. RYAN

You may call your first witness.

Crutch stands up.

CRUTCH

The defense calls Mrs. Ginty.

Mrs. Ginty stands up and walks to the witness chair. She sits down, and looks at Mr. Ryan.

MRS. GINTY

Shouldn’t I be sworn in?

MR. RYAN

The truth is such a gray area, that we don’t really like to mess with.

Crutch approaches Mrs. Ginty, who’s face is battered and bruised.

CRUTCH

I notice that your face is beaten. Could you tell us, please, how that happened?

MRS. GINTY

The defendant punched me.

CRUTCH

Is that all?

MRS. GINTY

He beat me to death.

CRUTCH

And, after you were beaten to death, did he rape you?

MRS. GINTY

No, he did not.

CRUTCH

Why do you supposed he did not rape you?

Mrs. Ginty lowers her eyes in shame.

MRS. GINTY

Because I’m old and unattractive.

The jury and observers express shock. Crutch turns to the jury, to make a point.

CRUTCH

So, in other words, the defendant, after brutally beating you to death, did not give you a post-mortem rape, you so desperately deserved, because of his ageist prejudices? Is that correct?

Mrs. Ginty breaks down in tears.

MRS. GINTY

It’s true. It’s all true.

Crutch returns to his table.

CRUTCH

Your witness.

Faker stands up and approaches Mrs. Ginty.

FAKER

Would you say that you are an expert on beating deaths?

MRS. GINTY

No.

FAKER

How many times have you been beaten to death?

MRS. GINTY

Just once.

FAKER

What makes you think that a person, who’s beaten to death, automatically receives a complimentary rape. Isn’t it possible that some get raped, and others don’t?

MRS. GINTY

I suppose so.

Thel can no longer take it. He slams his fists on the table as he springs to his feet.

THEL

This is bullshit.

Thel looks at Crutch.

THEL

If you want a piece of me, Crutch, I’m standing right here. You don’t have to do all of this crap.

Mr. Ryan points his gavel at Thel.

MR. RYAN

Sit down, young man, or I’ll hold you in contempt.

Thel slinks back into his chair and folds his arms defiantly.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. COURTROOM - NIGHT

The courtroom is exactly as it was, except, Craig is now in the witness chair. Lucky, Three Skinheads, Clerk, and Howard occupy the jury box and Mrs. Ginty, Mom, Dad, Kelly, and Pam make up the audience.

Mr. Ryan presides and Thel and Faker sit behind their table. Crutch examines Craig.

CRUTCH

What’s your favorite number?

CRAIG

Nineteen.

CRUTCH

Could you tell us why?

CRAIG

It’s the number on my football jersey.

Craig smiles and looks at Howard. The two jocks exchange thumbs up.

CRUTCH

19, huh? I guess that would make you a quarterback.

CRAIG

Yes sir.

CRUTCH

Tell us about the night you died.

CRAIG

The defendant smashed my skull in with a hammer.

CRUTCH

How many times did he hit you with the hammer?

CRAIG

Eighteen.

The jury and audience are shocked again.

CRUTCH

Even though, your lucky number is 19, he only hit you 18 times. That’s quite a slap in the face, isn’t it?

CRAIG

People think because I’m a big dumb jock, that I don’t feel. Let me tell you something, it hurts to be treated like that.

CRUTCH

He could have hit you one more time. I mean, there wasn’t anything physically stopping him from hitting you one more time, and sending you to the afterlife with a lucky number of lumps on your head, was there?

CRAIG

No sir.

Crutch smiles. Thel buries his head in his hands.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. COURTROOM - NIGHT

Crutch now examines Kelly at the witness stand.

KELLY

After he killed me, he raped my corpse.

CRUTCH

Was it any good?

Kelly rolls her eyes.

KELLY

Please. He had a difficult time getting it in, he didn’t play with my nipples, and he came before I did.

CRUTCH

Would you say that he is, both an inexperienced and insensitive post-mortem lover?

KELLY

Whatever.

Kelly smiles and twirls her hair.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. COURTROOM - NIGHT

Dad has taken the stand. He is but a rotting corpse.

DAD

The kid’s a no good punk.

Dad’s nose falls off.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. COURTROOM - NIGHT

Mom’s rotting corpse is on the witness stand. She bends over and picks up a nose. She holds it in the air.

MOM

I found it, honey.

Both of Mom’s arms fall off.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. COURTROOM - NIGHT

Mr. Ryan lowers the gavel.

MR. RYAN

We’ll take a five minute recess.

Mr. Ryan leaves the bench.

INT. INTERVIEW ROOM - NIGHT

Thel and Faker sit across a table from one another. There is one door, in the room, and it is shut.

FAKER

This is going very badly. I think I’m going to split. I hate to lose.

THEL

You have to help me get out of this.

FAKER

What do you want me to do?

THEL

Can’t you do something with your mind? Aren’t you supposed to be a psychic?

Faker gets a huge cheesy grin.

FAKER

No, but I play one on TV.

Faker gets up and exits the room. Thel is truly unhappy. Crutch enters the room and sits opposite Thel.

CRUTCH

I’ll be honest with you. I’m going to win this trial. The thing is, I hate to waste the taxpayer’s money, with a lengthy court battle, so I’m prepared to make a deal.

THEL

Let’s hear it.

CRUTCH

Things go back to the way it was. You and I, side by side, killing at will. No whining, no griping, just killing. If you agree to that, I’ll call this whole thing off.

THEL

And if I don’t take the deal?

CRUTCH

Then I’ll send you straight to hell, where rabid wolverines will gnaw on your testicles for eternity.

Thel shakes his head.

THEL

You’re full of shit. You can’t exist without me. I’m not scared of you anymore.

Crutch plunges his hand into Thel’s chest and rips out his heart. The heart beats in Crutch’s hand. Thel goes white and gasps for air.

CRUTCH

Are you scared now, motherfucker? I don’t need you anymore. I’m too strong. I no longer exist only in your head. I’m for real, and you can’t stop me.

Crutch puts the heart up to Thel’s face. Thel’s eyes are bugging out, as he nears death.

CRUTCH

Think about this, the next time you want to fuck with me.

Crutch shoves the heart back in Thel’s chest. Thel falls on the ground, and curls up in the fetal position. He hyperventilates, as Crutch angrily walks out.