Impulse

Fuck!

Shut up!

Don't you wish you had a cock...

this big?

Yes, goddess.

But you could never have a cock this big

because you are a weak little man.

I know. I'm weak.

What are you doing?

Please, goddess. Let me have it.

You want me to let you suck it?

Yes, I wanna suck it.

You know, the more successful a man is,

the more a little bitch they really are.

So you want me to let you suck it?

Yes, goddess, please let me suck it.

Why?

Because I'm a little faggot.

Only if you show me how deep you can go.

Okay. Okay.

Kiss it.

Open your mouth.

You were given every opportunity to cooperate with us.

What's that?

Doesn't look like travel and leisure to me.

Yeah. You know all about travel and leisure,

marrying a rich girl.

What's the latest with Pizzagate 2.0?

I'm just trying to do some actual reporting.

Well, if I were you, I would take it easy

on those late night 4chan binges.

Starting to wear on your face.

Do any of you wanna guess why I'm here today?

Let me ask you a question.

Find that interesting?

Not so much, huh?

How about now? Is that interesting?

Still not doing it for you. Right?

Let's keep omitting.

Deleting.

How about that?

A big "fuck you" right in your face.

You bet your ass that gets your attention, right?

Makes you feel something, doesn't it?

That's all it takes to write an effective headline,

which most of you in this room have already forgotten.

Middle finger was always there, right there.

But it didn't get your attention

until it removed the surrounding context.

And then it became something else entirely, didn't it?

That's how you write a headline.

It's just a small piece of a hole.

And your job depends on finding the middle finger.

Getting rid of the rest. Just find the middle finger.

Here's your headline.

I grew up in a house that had a black anthill in the front yard.

Red ants in the backyard, black ants in the front yard.

My dad gave me a jar one day and he said,

"Put a hundred black ants, a hundred red ants in the jar."

And we sat 'em on the counter and we looked at 'em,

just watched 'em.

And then he said,

"Now pick up that jar and shake it violently."

Those little fuckers started killing each other.

Let me answer the question. What am I doing here today?

I'm here to tell you to shake the goddamn jar!

Or I fucking will!

-Hey, babe. -Hey, feature hubby.

What are you doing here?

Well, I was in the area meeting with the florist and I thought

I'd stop by and drop off some samples and surprise you.

Aw!

Cute presents from you, babe.

And I will check these out,

but I really gotta get back to work.

The boss man is in, and...

just really not the best day to drop by.

Oh, okay.

Sorry, I was just right here, so I thought it'd surprise you.

No, no, no. Don't be sorry. Okay?

It's-- I totally understand.

Okay. Well, have a great day, and I'll see you at home.

-Okay. Love you. -Love you more.

Mm-hmm.

"I love you."

"No, I love you more."

Mr. Henry, sorry to interrupt.

I just wanted to say thank you, sir,

for bumping me from local to national.

Who are you?

I'm David Gilligan.

I just got promoted from local to national daytime,

and I just wanted to say thank you, sir.

Well, I didn't hire you, so there's no need to thank me.

Don't fuck it up.

Well, of course not, sir.

I've been working my entire career

for this kind of opportunity.

'Cause I'll tell you something, snowflake.

It's hard for a white guy to find a job these days.

Um...

I'm joking.

You-- you-- you got me.

-Get out. -Yes, sir.

Death and dues.

Dues and death.

Death and dues.

Dues and death.

Death and dues. Dues and death.

Death and dues.

Dues and death. Death and dues.

Dues and death.

Death and dues.

We are rejuvenated by the blood of the innocent.

With this bounty of blood we set for renewed

with vitality and strength.

We know not of mercy because it is losers' virtue.

Bow your head.

I present you this scarf, Michael Turnbridge.

Although you will wear it for many years,

I look forward to the day you spill blood of your own

in service of our mission

and earn your red scarf.

When that day comes...

Zane will welcome you as his son.

So I just tried to put River to bed, right?

And you know what he said to me? He goes, "No, Daddy,

I want Sofia to read me my bedtime story tonight."

Really? He did?

Oh, yeah. He did.

You know what else he said?

He said, "Daddy, why doesn't she read to me?

Does she not love me anymore?"

You sure didn't add that last part for effect?

I mean, it might not have been his exact words,

but he said to some extent.

Come on. You know he loves when you read to him.

I know, babe. And I love reading to him too.

But I have so much work to do.

Like, work-work, or obsessive-side-project work?

It's not an obsessive side project, Ben.

It's called investigative journalism.

Investigative journalism. That's right.

Okay, let me-- let me ask you something.

And I'm not trying to be a dick,

so please don't take this the wrong way.

What makes you think that you're gonna

tie these crimes together before the police?

Yeah, because cops are basically

the most intelligent people on the planet, right?

All I'm saying is if you look hard enough

at anything for long enough, you will find dots to connect.

But that doesn't necessarily mean that they should.

So you actually think that an escort

is capable of all of this?

Killing ultra-wealthy men

for a and some pocket cash? Really?

Crashing hotel surveillance systems,

using VPNs to communicate with victims,

DNA splattered everywhere but no priors?

This is some high-level, extremely organized

political or corporate warfare.

Have you ever seen this?

Take a $20 bill...

...and you fold it into a plane.

You can see the Twin Towers on 9/11.

All I'm saying is you're gonna find anything

you look hard enough for.

Please be careful.

Are you ready for bed?

I want bedtime stories.

I know, sweetie, but I'm so busy.

I have so much work to do tonight.

Please.

How about your dad reads for you tonight

and I'll do it tomorrow.

-I promise. -Why not tonight?

Did you know that you're the cutest boy

in the whole world?

Yes.

Okay. Pirates or dinosaurs?

Dinosaurs.

"And there was a little dinosaur

named Jack."

What?

Nothing.

I said drop it!

Drop it!

I said drop it.

Uh-uh. Stay.

Mm-hmm.

Go get it.

Who's a good boy?

I'm a good boy.

You deserve a treat.

Yes, goddess. I'd love a treat.

Okay.

-But only one. -Uh-huh.

-Yeah? -I promise.

You know, you listen so good for being such a dumb dog.