."" No, it""s gonna be too preachy, I mean, you know, let""s face it, I wanna sell some books here.another snowy, wintry view of a NYC street, probably 5th Avenuethe Washington Square archwaya clothes and shoes market in the garment districta reprise of the Staten Island ferry (Brooklyn in he background)a fish market, presided over by men in white apronschildren exiting down steps of a private school at the close of the daya playground court with basketball hoop viewed through a chain-link fencea snowy park (Central Park possibly)ANGRY""Chapter One: He adored New York City.Unconvinced of that fact, a winsome Esther gazes toward he camera with a dreamy look, cued up to sing a soliloquy of longing with a lush, rich voice, "The Boy Next Door....A bunch of us parents tracked him down after they let him out.We found him in an old abandoned boiler room where he used to take his kids...Took gasoline, poured it all around the place, and made a trail of it out the door.Then lit the whole thing up and watched it burn.But he can""t get you now.He""s dead, honey, because Mommy killed him."She unwrapped the dirty bundle, displaying Fred""s gloved and rusted blade knives that she had saved." Then, at the end of the credits, Weapon XI""s hand emerged from the power plant""s rubble and reached out to touch his own severed head lying nearby - the head""s eyes suddenly popped opened.As he begins eating a scoop of oatmeal on his metal tray, Andy picks out a squirming white maggot with his fingers.