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He lives, he dies.

He lives, he dies.

He lives, he dies.

He lives, he dies.

He lives, he dies.

He lives...

He dies.

Oh good.

You're both here.

Yo.

Gavin. Here. Come here. Get up. Up, up.

Let's go. Let's go. Pack your stuff up.

- What? - Here pack your stuff. Quick.

Where's your skateboard? Here.

- What's happening? - Pack your stuff up

- and get dressed. Okay? - Okay.

Come on. Fast.

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- What are we doing? - Stop asking questions,

- I'll explain it in the car. - Okay.

You in a rush?

I'd stop by early and take my brightest to school.

No, I gotta get him to study group. There's a big test today.

Thanks though.

Get in.

Buddy...

I'm not just making sounds.

Come have a cup of joe with your Unkie Seb, huh?

It's from Donna's so you know it's pretty decent.

Come on.

Oh, hey there.

Stay.

Everything okay?

You look like hell.

Makes me sad that you can't open up to your own flesh and blood.

I'm okay, Seb. I'm just busy.

I bet.

I found something picking up my morning donuts.

Look at that.

Come on. Get right in there. Tell me what it says.

Donna could see I was in a foul mood.

She gave me more sprinkles.

You want to tell me what happened with your guys?

No?

Your two boyfriends are dead and that's somehow abstract to you?

I don't know. I don't know, Seb. I don't know.

Suck it up.

They're surface wounds.

You want to learn true pain?

You keep playing games with my business and I'll teach it to you.

It was Evie Grayson.

Evie Grayson?

The girl whose mom OD'd on our fenty. She's not happy about it.

The Grayson girl?

Yeah. I'm serious, Seb. I don't...

I don't know how she's doing it.

A little girl is the Kings Point killer?

Yeah.

You think that's a pretty funny joke, don't you?

No! Ah, stop!

Ah!

I'm serious!

I think that she has somebody working with her.

As always...

I gotta clean up your mess.

Don't forget your other responsibilities.

Hey, king, you ready for school?

He got you good.

I don't need a babysitter.

It's not what your uncle thinks.

Pass me the keys.

I had to go all the way to the depot yesterday.

- I'm not looking to detox. - Yeah, well life's hard.

It's cool, it's cool. I got it.

I got it.

Pack it up, bud.

- The last two. - No.

Our arrangement's on pause.

Pack it up.

Your uncle knows the drill.

No bodies, no trouble.

Yo, we're the ones being hit.

By who?

Well, chief...

I would really like to know that.

Well...

Seems like somebody had the screwy thought

of framing the Grayson girl for this business.

That her mom OD'd. She's got a chip on her shoulder. Social outcast.

Could be a kinda Nancy Drew meets Dirty Harry type deal.

I don't buy that. Do you?

You see the thing is

we had her in custody last night

when your friend went kaput, which clears her outright.

But strangely enough

we found a shovel out by this drifter's mutilated body there

that had a Polk's Hardware sticker on it.

And something tells me

that the Grayson's aren't taking too many trips down

to your uncle's shop.

Now I'm advising you to watch your back, kid.

'Cause next time...

I'm gonna have to book ya.

I'm coming back here in 15.

Pack this up.

Yo, everybody, go to the camps.

Hurry.

Break-ins. Neighbors were complaining.

- You know what I need? - Thanks, man.

Something's coming for ya.

It's gonna get you. It's gonna get you.

Need it.

Hey.

Hand it over.

Seb will be back soon.

I'm heading ahead.

You're done!

You hear me?

Damn it.

Hey, buddy. Hey, hey.

Um, good news.

Good news. We-We get to go to California early.

Um...

Hey, buddy. Uh, you know how I said you got to wait until I turn 18...

Well, we don't, uh...

"Things that don't belong to you."

You deserve everything you have coming to you, Thurston Polk.

Come on.

Aw, come on.

Seriously?

Who's going to go get that?

- Really, Gavin? - Can't teach skills like that.

Got it.

Hey, hurry up!

Hey, Gavin!

Gavin, don't go in there!

Hello?

Gavin!

Gavin!

Gavin!

Where'd you go?

Gavin!

Gavin!

- Yo, Gav! - Gavin!

- Gavin! - Gavin! Where are you, buddy?

- Where'd you go? - Where are you, buddy?

Gavin!

Gavin!

Gavin! Where'd you go?

Gavin!

Hey, Gavin! Where are you?

Gavin!

Gavin!

Hello?

And no one is getting out of this room until you let me help you.

No!

Just repeat after me.

My sister is Laura Bouchard.

My sister is Laura Bouchard.