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Stay.

Fuck.

God dammit.

Goddamn.

Home sweet hell. I'll drink to that.

Oh, mother fuck.

Andrew!

God damn it Andrew.

What the hell did I tell you about sleeping in there?

Huh?

God damn.

Making love in the trash.

It's a beautiful thing.

Hey look, I ain't gonna take your ass

down to the ER if you get an infection, you hear me?

Hey! I told you not to fool around in there.

I ain't gonna take you.

You get your dick cut off 'cause you get an infection,

the doctor is out. I'll tell you right now buddy.

God damn it.

The doctors out of gin!

Shit! God Dammit!

What the fuck, man.

Shit man.

I ain't gonna be attacked by no damn dumpster.

Fuck this shit man.

Alright you dirty slime ball.

Dirty dick sack of shit. I'm coming up there.

You asked for it.

I'm gonna put you in the hole, boy.

I'm coming up there.

Gonna get you.

Better not be one of them fucking raccoons

that come out and bite me in the face!

Holy shit.

What the fuck.

This ain't no goddamn raccoon.

Son of a-

As the local death toll increases

the homeless population have grown louder.

As local representatives seem to be set on mute

amid classist accusations.

The "Building Better Futures" project

which began construction earlier this year

on the corner plot of Walton Street and Bleaker

has ceased construction indefinitely.

No official public statement has been issued

by city representatives since the project came

to an abrupt halt one week ago.

And was announced as terminated, officially, yesterday

via the project's lead contractors, who had spoken

with Channel 85's own Joseph Brander.

Outrage in the homeless population

has come to a tipping point

as the puzzling silence from officials continues.

The BVF project itself, was to have given opportunity housing

to an estimated 1,300 members

of the local homeless population.

A population that have been the exclusive targets,

of what are now considered the most violent murders

in the city's history.

A population being ignored despite the staggering numbers.

Over 35 deaths, all sharing the same vicious M.O.

are currently on record with the county coroner's office.

Experts have speculated

that this number could very well be much higher

given the concurrently growing number

of reported missing persons cases

since the first murder three months ago.

Social services representative, Catherine D,

noted that many missing persons in the homeless community

go unreported entirely.

And tracing the homeless population

has become even more difficult

given the growing unrest and mistrust in the authorities

who have been accused of having a flagrant disregard

of citizens living on the streets.

The police, it seems,

have all but ceased their investigation.

Police Chief, Steve Baker, declined to be interviewed

by Channel 85. As did BBF project lead, Karen Mora.

Their collective ongoing silence only serves

to further fuel growing social fears

that have our homeless population asking if they are truly

being left in the dark to fight for themselves.

- Hey, excuse me. You got any spare change?

My daughter's sick and I gotta get a prescription.

My car broke down in the parking lot.

- So where is the sick kid?

- She over in the car. I mean,

I'll take you over there.

I mean, she'd be glad to meet

the pretty girl that's gonna help her.

- Which car?

- The black one.

Yeah, the black one down there.

What's that smell?

PCP.

PCP makes people not feel pain.

Fun fact.

PCP is also normally made in a toilet bowl.

So, congratulations.

You're a toilet bowl drug bitch.

- You think I'm a fucking bitch?

I ain't no fucking bitch.

You come back here, I'll show you who the fucking bitch is.

Shit.

Where's my cigarettes?

Fuck. I just had 'em.

Stay out of the road, asshole.

Are you okay over there?

Honey, I'm home.

- Don't I wish

- I can't help it that you wave

that torch you have for me so high.

- I can't help that you're betrothed to a woman

who you probably never will see again in your life.

- Betrothed? - We're using archaic nouns now?

I mean, this is just your version of trying to spice up

a conversation that we've had 336 times, right?

'Cause every time we have this conversation,

it ends the exact same way.

So, there's a 100% probability

that this one is gonna end the exact same way.

Which means that the odds

are not in your favor, Sketch.

- Never tell me the odds.

- It's a good movie reference.

Helps hide your constant state of denial.

- You know, I know that's my lighter, right?

In other news, I got your 'scrip.

So now you'll be alive for

336 more days for me to torment.

- And if there's a merciful God,

she'll come and take me now.

Laugh it up fuzzball.

Seriously though, you are a fuzzball.

I mean, when was the last time that you shaved anything?

You're starting to look like a little hipster wookie.

I do not look like a hipster!

It's kind of sweet.

In a sad, Shakespearean kinda way.

What? Our food selection?

The way you pine over that Gloria girl.

- I do not pine.

I plot. And I plan.

Two completely different P words.

Well, with all the pining, plotting

and planning that you do, you forgot to add

how you procrastinate about getting her out of

that Red Crow place.

- Okay. Do not let this cute little bird fool you.

That place is a terrifying fortress.

- It's a private school.

How hard could it be to break out of a prep school?

- Breaking in is always harder than breaking out.

I can't just go crashing through the side of the wall

like the Kool-Aid man, screaming "Oh, Yeah!"

That'll definitely get me caught.

And then I'll just have to break out of it

so I can break into it again.

And it starts this whole big cycle.

I'd just rather sit here with my three Ps.

- You mean four Ps?

- I'm not pining.

- So you're admitting to procrastinating then!

- All we have is cat food.

- Well that's probably because we're outnumbered by cats

10 to one.

Seriously, Constance. You're becoming obsessed

with these cats.

I heard the chicken flavor's pretty good.

- No! No. We are going to a restaurant.

We are going to a restaurant.

And we are going to eat real food.

So, get your sick ass up. And we're going out.

We are not eating cat food again.

I never said I ate cat food.

- I'm going to get changed and you need to shave an ankle.

Or something. So that while we're out,

you can get your own love life and stop worrying about mine.

- How many dead bodies does it take

to make the police chief care?

Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke

your granddad used to say. Doesn't it?

The punchline here,

much like granddad's bad joke,

isn't funny.

But that doesn't stop our city officials from laughing at us

from behind closed doors now. Does it?

Here's another one for you.

Please, stop me if you've heard this one.

Our city's homeless population,

the people you see every day, the one you snub your nose at,

the ones you ignore when they ask for your help.

What happens to them when they become this city's

dirty little secret?

I think it's silly and pointless

to date when you know you're going to die.

I mean, there's only so much space between A and B.

So, why try to squeeze another letter between there?

You know?

- I don't think that's really a thing.

Squeezing in more letters

between letters that already exist.

I mean that's-Nobody uses that analogy.

I don't think it's really even an analogy.

- I accepted the fact that I was going

to die a while ago, right?

- I guess? I wasn't there. I'll assume.

And do you know what I want to do with that time?

- Be homeless? Sit around a cold garage filled

with tons of cats.

Nag your roommate about her ex-girlfriend

so that you can hide the fact that you're

totally pining over her?

I mean, that sounds like a hoot to me.

Honestly, you have your shit together Percy Williams.

I just think it's a cruel thing to do anyway.

I mean, watching someone you love die is horrible.

And I don't wanna put anyone through that.

So I just want to peacefully spend the rest

of my days in a minimum of emotional distress

for myself and others.

- So you're gonna spend your dying days alone,

unshaved and unloved?

That sounds like a Debbie Downer decision to me. Okay?

Not that I would know anything.

I mean, I don't know Debbie's motives.

Maybe Debbie's dying too.

Do you think we should get her number?

We can hook you guys up.

- I hope everything was okay for you guys tonight.

- Actually, Debbie. Look, we found a wild Debbie.

What are the odds of that?

Everything was not okay for us.

- I can run and get you a replacement.

- Oh, no, no, no. We don't need anything like that.

It's just-I don't know if I should say it here.

I mean, I don't wanna cause a panic.

Oh, well I can get a manager

if it's that important. I can go get my manager.

- Alright, Debbie. Why don't you take a seat?

Just take a seat, talk about it. Okay?

Okay.

- Okay. So, you know the raccoons

that have been terrorizing the city?

I mean, attacking people, terrorizing places.

Well, I-I don't wanna be the one to break this to you

but I was in the bathroom earlier

and I mean, beautiful bathroom by the way.

Five stars on Google reviews.

But I did see a big raccoon in there.

- That's impossible.

- Well, you know. Old buildings like this, sometimes hard

with the upkeep and those little trash pandas will really

sneak into anywhere.

Especially if foods involved.

I just think this is really something that, you know,

we should keep between like, us girls.

'Cause if, you know, public got wind of this

and then people start to talk, somebody leaks to the news,

health inspector would be in here, I mean,

faster than I could snap my fingers

and you know, people would lose their jobs.

You know, business suicide essentially.

Do you get what I'm saying? Debbie?

- What do you want me to do?

- Well, I'm thinking we're just gonna slip out

that door really quietly.

And the bill you brought over can slip into

the trash quietly.

I- I can't do that.

- That's a shame Debbie.

Alright everybody!

I'm gonna need everyone to just stay calm!

Just stay calm!

Okay. Okay.

Just stay calm.

- Okay. Okay.

- Stay calm.

Stay calm.

Cause it is Debbie's birthday!

Happy Birthday!

- Happy birthday, Debbie.

- Thank you.

We have to remember to turn onto Landis,

not Walton.

I've been hearing really bad things about Walton.

They found Ralph Eddington in a dumpster.

- Ralph always sleeps in the dumpster on Walton.

- Okay, but you know that Italian restaurant down there

that throws their leftovers in the dumpster?

- Yeah, Pagniano's.

- Well, let's just say

that they had a very difficult time figuring out

what was Ralph and what was leftovers.

And they serve mostly spaghetti.

- What would do something like that?

- Probably raccoons. They gang up on you.

And once that happens, it's game over.

The real question is, do they wash their victims?

That's just morbid.

And highly impossible.

- It's true! - They travel in packs.

One day, those little trash bandits are going

to bring this city to it's knees.

Do you realize how silly you sound

right now by saying that?

You wanna hear something really funny?

- Why do the raccoons remember the Alamo?

- Enough with the fucking raccoons already!

- Come on, indulge me.

- Why do the raccoons remember the Alamo, Constance?

- Because David Crockett wore a Coonskin hat.

- Well, that's not funny though.

A joke is supposed to be funny.

- How is that not funny?

- It's inherently unfunny.

It's kind of facts. Like history.

Okay, what about this one then? Knock. Knock.

Oh, fucking hell!

- What?

- Isn't that the Italian restaurant?

- Yeah. So that would make this...

Fuck.

Well, that's scary.

- Yeah, if I was pregnant, I would've pushed a baby out.

- I'm concerned that when you get scared,

you clench your vagina that hard.

- What? You don't.

- Not hard enough to push a baby out.

- What was that?

- Did you just fill your pants with uterus?

- Yeah.

That-that's a raccoon, right?

They can get really big, right?

- Yeah.

Yeah. My uncle used to tell me about

ones all the time that got

big enough they couldn't climb trees.

They would just snap the branches right off.

Big. Branches.

Okay. Back away slowly Sketch.

- Okay.

Okay.

- Put your chest out, look confident.

I didn't say rocket your boobs forward just-

Easy.

- Okay. Okay.

What is it? That's not a raccoon.

It's a dog.

It's gotta be a stray. I mean,

they're in the alleys all the time.

I have to chase 'em away from the cat bowls.

Ow!

- What kind of stray dog has fucking yellow eyes Constance?

- The kind that's not supposed to be in the alleys

in the middle of a city.

That's for damn sure.

Run!

Come on, quick! Sketch!

My pills!

- Leave them Sketch! We'll get more.

Let's go!

What are you doing?

- Checking to see if my boobs are still there.

It feels like they exploded out of the side

when I fell.

- When are we gonna be able

to talk about what just happened?

- Never. I don't wanna talk about that ever.

You never wanna talk about the fact

that we just got chased by a wolf in the same alley

that Ralph turned into spaghetti?

No.

Or about why a wolf was in

that alley in the first place?

- Nope.

- The wolf was huge Sketch!

It was massive. Wolves don't get that big!

It was as big as a Dodge!

You don't think that warrants

some kind of discussion?

- Definitely not.

- So what, then?

- I wanna talk about how I just blew out a tit.

Seriously! Come look at this thing.

We just got chased by a fucking werewolf

and you want me to come look at your boobs?

- It's not like it's a damn peep show Constance.

But seriously. Come look!

- I'm not looking.

- Are you seriously going to do this right now?

- You don't wanna talk about our scary werewolf attack.

So I don't wanna look at your broke-ass tit.

- Werewolves are not real.

- Yes they are. And I can prove it.

- Can you? Really?

- Yes. I can.

Your boob still hurt?

- Yep.

- Yeah, that looks pretty messed up.

But I don't know what it's supposed to look like.

I've never seen it before.

Well, maybe if you hadn't friend zoned me,

you might have.

Percy Williams.

Do not make me punch you in your busted-ass, mutant tit.

What?

Did they call you? Why are you in front of the line?

Get behind the line! It's what the sign says

- It-It's not outrageous to think-

- That a bear came out of the woods

and into the city

because he had a lack of food options or forestation?

That's just convoluted, Sketch.

But there has to be some type of explanation

for a wolf, a jumbo sized wolf,

to just be roaming the streets.

- You mean a werewolf.

I told you I don't believe in werewolves.

And I told you that I can prove it.

Demons, poltergeists, vampires.

Lake Erie Sea Monster.

- Lake Erie Sea Monster?

It's a lake. How could it be a sea monster?

I mean, I guess if

you just wanna live in a world

where you pretend that unicorns don't exist,

then, that's fine.

Unicorns are real?

- Page 465.

Evidence on 467 through 470!

- No. No. No, no.

I'm not gonna let you do the things that you do.

Like you do to everybody else.

Like, you did the waitress. No.

- Debbie?

Yes, Debbie.

- Debbie was a peach.

- You made her believe that there was some raccoon monster

just so you could get what you wanted.

- Look, this isn't a dine and ditch con, Sketch.

Okay?

You were there, you saw it. It was a thing, a real thing.

And I know that you've accepted

that you're dying.

And you just wanna sit here and chill and listen to music

and do your drawings.

But there are people out there, people like us

who are going to die.

And I don't think that they're prepared for that.

- But downtown's that way.

You just pointed to the woods.

Ow! You bitch!

- Ow! You punched me in the tit!

- Well, you did it first!

- Well, you were being an asshole

and you weren't listening to me.

In retrospect, I should punched you in the ass.

- So you want me to spend my last dying days-

- Months! You have like, months.

Hunting down an oversized, overgrown,

rabid dog with you?

- And saving lives.

Don't forget the saving lives part.

I think that was the most important part of my pitch.

God, that hurt.

- Yeah, mine did too.

- So what is it? Are we going to start some legacy?

Or are you gonna sit in bed and slowly die

and become a statistic for some college person

to put in their paper about 'saving the homeless'?

- Fuck that college kid.

- Yeah.

- So, what do we do next?

So, you wanna jump in the big old dumpster of death?

- I distinctly heard that dumpster lid slam shut last night.

So, what if our overgrown werewolf buddy

is sleeping in the dumpster?

- That's a widely drawn conclusion.

What if it's a dingo? Yeah, a dingo.

Scavenger-ing for food.

- A dingo?

- Yeah, a dingo. They eat anything.

Bones, babies. All of it.

- First, it was a big raccoon. Then it was a big bear.

Now it's a big dingo?

- That seems about right.

- And I'm the one with the widely drawn conclusions?

- It's not a widely drawn conclusion.

They used to have the animal planet on at the

cancer center all the time.

- So now you're an expert on dingoes

because you watched the animal planet.

- It was a very informative documentary.

- I'm not doing this.

- Wait, wait.

I thought you meant,

when you said 'I'm not doing this', that you're not

going to jump into the big dumpster of death,

but you're walking towards it!

- Regardless of what overgrown animal

you think you saw the other night,

We have to go look in there

and see if there's any stuff that can help us.

- By stuff you mean evidence?

- Sure. If you wanna go all CSI with it.

- That's just a technical term.

That doesn't matter.

What matters is,

what if that thing is still in there right now?

Is that blood?

- What the hell, Sketch?

- So, you're just gonna stick your finger in some

stranger's blood?

- Well, yeah. How else am I supposed to tell

if it's blood or spaghetti sauce?

- How are you supposed to do that? Taste it?

- Maybe.

Ew.

Do you know the mouth full of

bloodborne diseases you can catch?

- It's what they always do in the movies.

The blood taste test.

- That's because it's fake

and it's not AIDs blood in the movies.

Huh.

Huh. I never thought about that.

- You're gonna have worse things to think about if

that thing is still in there.

- Well, there's an easy way to find out.

- Constance, no!

Hello?

Big werewolf, raccoon, bear, dingo.

Are you in there?

We met you last night

and we are very upset that you did not call.

See? No big monster in the dumpster o' death.

Is your uterus still in your body?

- Barely.

- You'd think for somebody that has accepted their death,

you would be a little less scared.

Knowing I'm going to die

and being straight murdered

by a dingo in an alley are inherently different things.

- Hmm. Same outcome.

Come get me a boost.

- You're still gonna go in there?

We need the stuff.

- Evidence.

Whatever.

It's really dark in here.

What did you expect? It's a dumpster.

- Can you stay still?

- I don't-I don't think I can carry you

any longer.

Oh my God, I'm sorry. Are you okay?

Constance!

- God. It's disgusting in here.

I am buying you weights! Okay?

- Are you okay?

- God, it stinks.

Where is the flashlight?

Get me out of here!

Get me out of here right now!

- I'm gonna find-I gotta find something.

- Get me out now!

There's AIDs! AIDs everywhere! AIDs soup!

Get me out Sketch!

- I'm gonna throw you my bra!

- Sketch! Come on!

Sketch?!

Oh my god. I'm gonna die in here.

I'm gonna die in here covered in AIDs.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

- Nah, I'm-I'm good.

Well, what the hell happened in there?

- Hell. Hell happened in there!

And that thing is born of it.

[("Hustlaz Creed" by Black Wolf]

- Is there a Bad Religion concert tonight

or something that I don't know about?

- When I broke out of Red Crow, I kind of

took Gloria's bag to piss her off.

And since my clothes are covered in AIDs and Ralph.

- You like them because they're hers.

Come on, Sketch.

Are we really gonna do the whole 'save the princess'

rhetoric again?

- You're the one wearing her clothes now.

So that means you're thinking it.

I'm just the only one saying it.

- This girl is the furthest thing

from a damsel in distress.

Trust me.

I mean, who do you think taught me how to fight?

- Yet, you've managed to lose the only picture you had.

- I still remember it. In here.

- Memories fade.

And so do people.

Do you want me to give you another one

of my dying girl speeches again?

- Life's too short. Blah blah blah.

Be grateful you have somebody. Yada yada.

Think I'm gonna pass today.

- Seriously, Constance.

People aren't the only thing that die.

I mean, everything has a timer on it that's just

tick, tick, ticking away.

People, places, things, emotions.

And we're not always gonna be fortunate enough

to know when that timer is going to stop.

Ask yourself, do you wanna be the asshole that

shows up and she says you're just too late?

Even if it's just a minute late.

- Should have gone into writing.

Kitties?

Cats?

Constance's cats?

- That's a G. For Gloria.

Hey C.

Hey C.

Hey C.

Hey C.

I know I'm really bad

at saying I'm sorry

and I am not sure you'll even see this.

Or if you'll wanna see it.

In fact, if you are seeing it, it probably means you left.

Oh hell.

Okay, so if you are watching this, without me,

it means I'm probably not with you at all.

Kitties?

Okay. Count backwards from 10.

It always worked in treatments. Okay.

Ten. Nine. Eight.

Seven. Six.

Five. Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

Okay. Okay.

- Look.

I know.

I know I say some really stupid shit when I'm mad

and that I don't always say I'm sorry when I do.

So I guess I-

So I guess I just wanted to say

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. For once.

I messed up everything.

Stupid, stupid words.

I thought that maybe using some

really smart words would be a good start.

And I don't know if these are even smart.

I'm really embarrassed to play this for you.

I can't even do it live.

This is um-Actually, I don't even know.

I'm bad at naming these.

That's why I always had you do it.

If you think of one maybe-

Maybe come tell me.

You know where to find me. Right?

I can't believe I'm doing this. Okay.

♪ It's tough for me to do this now ♪

♪ Came to me without a warning ♪

♪ Apocalyptic with no sound ♪

♪ I think my heart might be in mourning ♪

♪ Told you I'd be okay ♪

♪ Didn't tell you it was code for hardly ♪

♪ Do I purposely lose my way ♪

♪ Can't seem to finish anything I've started ♪

- Kitties.

This is stupid.

I don't even like those dumb cats.

I mean one cat, maybe two so they can friends.

But who needs dozens and dozens of cats?

Shit Constance.

Kitties.

Kitties.

Oh shit. Calm down, Sketch.

Cigarettes.

The fuck is that?

♪ Don't say a word

♪ Mama's gonna buy you a mocking bird ♪

♪ And if that mocking bird don't sing ♪

♪ Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ♪

♪ And if that diamond ring don't shine ♪

Hey!

Don't eat me, please!

Don't eat me please!

- What happened to you?

Who did this to you?

Stop touching it! It's not mine!

You're gonna AIDs!

- What do you mean it's not yours?

Whose is it, Sketch?

- They're outside.

You could have stayed inside.

How would you know where to go then?

- I'm pretty sure the trail of 100 dead cats

is gonna be pretty self-evident.

- How could I let you come out here by yourself?

What if something went wrong?

- Right now, the only thing that's going wrong is the fact

that I have no oxygen.

Seriously Sketch, you gotta stop with the hood thing!

- Sorry.

- You're gonna kill me long before this

were-raccoon-bear-wolf does.

That's a lot of cats.

I told you.

- That. What is that?

I don't know.

- So who's walking over the sea of cats?

Assuming it's not gonna be you?

- What?

- I mean you're covered in enough cat

that you could probably try out for the musical.

You don't seem as upset as you should be.

- I get that a lot.

- What does that mean exactly?

- It means that I'm a cold bitch.

I don't think so.

- That was a cat head. Sorry little guy.

That is-that is a bra.

I think that's your bra. That we left in-

- The dumpster!

- Yes.

Which means that that thing tracked us back here.

- Do you really think it followed us home?

- Unless your bra grew legs

and walked itself over here, then I think the answer to

that question is a resounding yes.

It's here, isn't it?

- It's definitely here.

Do see anything?

I can't see it through the tree line.

Here boy!

You want a milk bone?

- What the hell are you doing?

- Shut up.

I've never been into guys.

And if I were, you definitely wouldn't be my type.

- Now is not the time for you to be acting punny.

- Now is not the time to argue with me about my bad jokes.

Run!

Sketch!

Sketch!

Sketch!

Sketch!

Sketch?

Hey asshole!

Come on Sketch. We're almost there.

Take your coat off.

Okay.

Did... Did we kill it?

- Verdict's still out on how to do that,

but he definitely has a hole where it's eye used to be.

- He? Who's he?

- He? The wolf-badger that was using you as a Kong?

That's not a he.

That didn't have a penis though.

- Okay. Well, I'm no doctor

but I'm pretty sure I can tell when somebody's in shock.

And you're textbook right now.

- I never wanted to die alone, you know?

It was nice that you were there.

It was nice.

- Get some rest.

Holy shit!

They die like anything else.

- Constance?

Constance?

The hell is that?

Werewolf dead.

Nothing to worry about.

Went to get Gloria. Constance.

P.S. Don't eat my meow mix.

That's nasty.

Shit.

- Hey! What ya doing?

Oh. Oh, come here-

Oh. You think you're smart.

Do you? Do you, huh? Oh, come on bitch.

You about ready?

Okay, we're gonna see how you do now. Huh?

Up yours you bitch!

I'll get you.

No fucking way. Come on.

Fuck.

It's too late.

Sketch?

Sketch?

Who the hell reorganizes a damn murder alley?

Smells terrible.

- You do know that's how you get AIDs?

- Yeah, I hear that a lot.

Oh shit. It's you.

- I hear that a lot.

Sorry.

I'm all out of DMT. I'm all outta meth. But,

do have some of that toilet PCP though.

If you're lookin' for Drew,

he ain't looking too good these days.

Stunk up the whole block earlier when the sun was out.

- Andrew?

Yeah.

That bucket of chum over there used to be Drew.

Till he got sick.

That ain't Drew no more.

'Cept maybe to us.

You keep saying he

but the thing in there is a she.

- I don't care if he look like Chewbacca.

That's still Drew to me. I don't care what nobody say.

He knew what he was doing.

He just couldn't control it. That's it.

- You call 36 dead bodies not knowing how to control himself?

- 36 ain't even a dent

- That thing isn't Andrew.

That's always been Drew's home.

Well, if you ask Ralph.

But Ralph probably ended up one of the 36.

- No, I get what you're saying.

I know what you're trying to get across

but you're not listening to me.

The thing in that dumpster does not have a dick.

- Drew had a dick.

- So, we can reasonably conclude

that whatever that is isn't Andrew.

Whoa! Take it easy girl.

Did Andrew have a girlfriend? Wife?

- Wendy.

I think her name was Wendy.

Gave a whole new meaning to bumping uglies

if you know what I mean.

That bitch was ugly.

- There's two of them.

- Takes two to tango girl.

- My name's Constance.

You need to stop with the whole

'come to my car' scams that you're doing.

'Cause it makes you look like a creep.

- But I am.

Fucking creepers.

- Come on. It's literally the only one that's mine.

I hear you're quite the observant one.

Which means that you probably know

that I'm fucking pissed.

And I know you're pretty pissed off too.

You see, we've got some pretty epic

wild west standoff thing going on right now.

On top of some pretty seriously biblical

eye-for-an-eye shit.

Literally.

But this is about you and me.

No gimmicks and no bullshit.

This is about some fucked up form of honor

and I am not a coward.

We're just a couple of cowboys with a

hell of a score to settle.

So what is it gonna be Andrew?

Are you a coward or a cowboy?

If you change your mind, the door is open.

- Jesus.

What the hell do you have in these bags?

You don't want to know.

- Bringing Drew home?

- More like having a funeral.

Where you going to go?

- I don't know. The country, maybe?

Well, wherever it is

beware of the monsters.

- I plan on it.