Basement Jack (2009 Video)

Sam Skoryna: Chris Watts

Quotes 

• Chris Watts : [drops coin in newspaper slot]  It's easier with those.

  Karen Cook : We-we, uh, we met this morning.

  [smiles and chuckles] 

  Karen Cook : How are you? Ah, it-it's...

  Chris Watts : You know, they post the lottery numbers at the corner store.

  Karen Cook : I'm not interested in the lottery numbers.

  [puts more coins in and takes the paper] 

  Karen Cook : I want the headline.

  [begins looking at paper] 

  Chris Watts : Uh, your car is in the red.

  Karen Cook : How far is South Ridge from here?

  Chris Watts : I'd say it's about 20 miles. Listen, the street cleaners come at four, so you might wanna move your vehicle. Are you asking me because of the murders yesterday?

  Karen Cook : [studying paper intently]  Yeah.

  Chris Watts : [looks down]  I don't know what kind of animal can kill an entire family.

• Karen Cook : At seventeen years, Jack Riley killed his mother, then he killed four families, including my own, before he was caught.

  Chris Watts : [looks away uncomfortably]  I'm sorry.

  Karen Cook : Because he was underage, he was tried as a juvenile. Some smart-ass psychologist, desperate public defendant conjured up this lame defense that he was not guilty by reason of temporary insanity.

  Chris Watts : How did they come to that?

  Karen Cook : Psychologist entered into evidence a bunch of slasher movies, claiming media saturation prejudiced his right to a fair trial.

  Chris Watts : [in disbelief]  Media saturation?

  Karen Cook : The news media started calling him "Basement Jack." Comparing him to any number of movie psychos, he became a schoolyard taunt.

  [nods at Chris; looks away and grabs envelope] 

  Karen Cook : This is some of his handiwork.

  [gives pictures from envelope to Chris, who takes them intrigued and looks] 

  Karen Cook : The jury bought the defense and sent him to some plush psych ward for ten years. He was released almost a year ago.

  [sighs and takes another document, reading] 

  Karen Cook : Severe weather patterns in the spring. Reported here. Also here and here. Five families murdered.

  Chris Watts : [slightly shakes head]  So, what, bad weather is his trigger?

  Karen Cook : And me. All these murders occurred in towns where I lived. He's following me. Finishing up a loose end. And then a storm hits and he attacks, so I move.

  Chris Watts : Think he's here?

  Karen Cook : I know he is. Because I followed him here.

• Karen Cook : [rolls down window]  Good morning, officer. Is something the matter?

  Chris Watts : That's exactly my question for you.

  Karen Cook : [looks around]  Where did everyone go?

  Chris Watts : Home?

  Karen Cook : Ugh, I'm sorry.

  [juts head against the seat] 

  Karen Cook : I had a few last night and I didn't wanna drive so I just slept it off here.

  [sheepish smile] 

  Chris Watts : This is a pretty rough side of town, ma'am.

  Karen Cook : I know. You're right. I'm stupid sometimes. Stupid alcohol.

  Chris Watts : I have family in Wicker Valley.

  Karen Cook : Sorry?

  Chris Watts : Your tags, they say Wicker Valley. So, is that where you're from?

  Karen Cook : Born and raised! On Oak Street.

  Chris Watts : [mock friendliness]  Oh, Oak Street. Nice area!

  Karen Cook : [smiles]  Yeah.

  Chris Watts : [looks off to the right]  Of course, I guess every town's got an Oak Street.

  [looks back at Karen] 

  Chris Watts : What was the zip code there again?

  Karen Cook : [chuckles]  I feel like I woke up on a game show. Some handsome MC with so many questions.

  Chris Watts : I'm going to need to see your license and registration, ma'am.

  Karen Cook : Sure.

  Romanda : A822

  Chris Watts : Watts here.

  Romanda : Watts, Romanda. Sergeant wants you back at the station for a meeting.

  Chris Watts : [talking on radio]  I'm in the middle of a traffic stop, Romanda.

  Romanda : Now, Chris. Stupid rookies.

  Chris Watts : I gonna - I'm gonna need you to move the vehicle, ma'am.

  Karen Cook : It's Karen. Thanks, Chris.

  [puts head against seat again in relief as he leaves; she starts the car]