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No!

Christ, Helen.

How many times do I have to tell you to take it easy on the brakes?

She came from nowhere.

What was it?

It was a naked woman.

I said you should drive.

- Oh, you didn't-- - I told you she's underneath.

You didn't say that.

Here, hold Molly.

Christ. Bring a blanket.

- Alright. - Is she dead?

No. But if we don't get her

to the hospital right now, she will be.

We gotta get her in the van. Come on.

Come on, let's get her in. She's lost a lot of blood.

Alright, what have we got?

- I can't find a vein. - Sheesh.

All these needle marks, all these veins are flat.

Ah, shit.

I really don't wanna have to do a carotid.

There's nothing.

Do it.

It's okay.

Okay, hold her down.

Hold her down, hold her down.

- It's okay. - He's coming!

- Sweetie... - Nobody's coming. No.

No, no, no, no, no, no. What's your name?

- Oh, he's coming! - It's okay. It's okay.

You're alright, you're gonna be okay.

What other drugs have you taken?

Oh, lord... Alright.

Let's keep her sedated and let's get a look at these lacerations.

Looks like she's gone through a meat grinder.

Draw some blood and get it back to me as quick as possible.

Nice ass. Give me a grab, will you?

Fuck off!

- Hey! - I really admire

- them bodacious jugs. - Go find

- some fucking other ones. - Hey, punk!

You feeling lucky? Are ya?

Go ahead, touch her again.

- Do it. - Wha--?

Damn, Lisa, what's gotten into you?

Yeah, what kind of hooker are you anyway, lady?

Not one you can afford.

Hey, hey, back off. Come on.

Do you see what I deal with?

Oh, come on,

just a little titty.

I got money.

How much will ten bucks get me?

You can get fucked, but not by us.

Oh!

- How do you deal with that all the time? - Take me to Titty Town!

- Okay. - - Come on, pull those girls out.

- Sadie. Hey, hey, hey! - Ow!

- No, no, no. Come here. Come here. - Ahh!

Hey, hey, hey, come, come, come. Come on.

Every fucking time.

It was just off a country road near some tracks, I think.

How fast were you going?

Well, I was going the speed limit.

Why was she driving? Were you drinking?

- No. Just-- - Okay, was she drinking?

No.

So what meds are you on?

- What? - Excuse me?

Oh, honey.

I think I have some concealer in here that'll help with that.

Yeah, right.

Oh, what about a smoke instead?

- Oh, yeah, here. - Ugh.

Actually...

take the whole pack.

Really?

- Mm-hmm. - You sure?

Yeah.

No time like the present.

Hey, have you thought about my offer?

I can see you tomorrow.

I don't know. I...

I wouldn't even have anything proper to wear.

Mm. You're about my size.

Why don't you stop by my place tomorrow and you can borrow something?

You're not gonna make me wear something like this, are you?

No, actually, I have something perfect.

And then if you get the job, it'll fit you for a uniform.

Uniform?

God, Lisa.

The only uniform I've ever worn is an orange jumpsuit.

Hey, opportunities like this,

they don't come around every day.

I know you don't wanna be walking the streets like this

when you're 50.

Lucky if I make it to 35.

- Ugh. - Here comes the party pooper.

- Hmm. - Uh...

I-I really don't know. I mean, it happened so fast.

- We're not from around here. - And she came out of nowhere.

Evening, ladies.

Sadie, what happened here?

Nothing.

One day, it's not gonna be nothing.

There's some bad dudes out there.

I hate to see you get hurt.

Thank you.

You. You know the drill. Get in the back.

Seriously?

Don't make me get out of this car.

Ah...

- You don't have anything sharp? - Are you kidding me right now?

You are kidding me, right?

- With anything back here? - Hey! Hey!

- Hey, you do that again... - Watch your hands.

...and I'm gonna throw the cuffs on you.

- Oh, my God. Ouch! - Watch your head.

Hey, Officer Jack.

Want some extra company?

We're offering a two-for-one special tonight.

Ah, this one's all I can handle, thank you.

Your loss.

Will you let me out of this car right now?

If you give me a kiss, I will.

How about I give you a punch in the mouth?

- Oh. Oh, you're so not funny. - I'm hilarious.

Oh, I'm glad you think you are.

Everyone else thinks you're a bore.

You mind telling me what you're doing out here

dressed as a mariachi woman?

It's my hooker look.

You think dudes wanna hook up with women that are dressed as mariachis?

It's not--

It's not mariachi, I--

I came to talk to Sadie and try to get her to go

to that interview for tomorrow.

I still don't get it.

I feel like I'm more relatable to the girls

if I don't look like a soccer mom.

No!

Please, no.

Now you just keep an eye on her.

Please...

I think soccer mom's hot.

So, how about that kiss?

Oh, pfft. You got a one-track mind.

Well, goddamn, Lisa, it's been two months.

Speaking of which,

you coming back home or not?

Mmm.

That's it?

You're not gonna say anything?

Normally, I can't get you to shut up.

And... Now you're going all silent on me?

Oh, whoa, okay.

Well, oh, now I'm really not gonna say anything.

I'll just sit back here with my mouth shut.

I'm not gonna say a word.

Nothing, nada, zip.

Won't even say anything about your hair.

What the fuck about my hair?

Is that Just For Men?

No, but my--

I mean, I did a little, but...

Shut up.

Shoot, I gotta go. That's Joe.

- Gotta get to work. - Absolute nonsense.

Hey, let me out.

- I'm serious. - Alright.

I gotta go. Thank you.

Looks like it did when I was 20.

Okay, let's not make this difficult.

Just put one foot in front of the other and walk the line.

Alright, just do what he says, Helen. Let's get this done with.

Jesus Christ.

She's a lost cause.

Sadly, I see these type of situations every time I'm out here.

Shame on you.

She's somebody's daughter.

Well, I'm sure she used to be.

Hey, thanks for coming. We brought her in.

She's had multiple lacerations.

She's high as a kite, with no ID,

and had this real acrid smell to her.

And she's, uh...

- She's really freaked out. - Okay.

- Doing some role-playing or what?

Well, uh, kind of. Helps to fit in when you look the part.

Oh, shit. Oh.

Oh, it's...

Hi. It's okay.

You're okay.

My name's Lisa. I'm with Social Services.

I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? I'm here to help you.

Can you tell me your name?

It's okay. How about... Can you just nod your head for me?

You know... Do you know who did this to you?

No, no, no, it's okay. Shh, shh, shh.

You are so safe here. You can trust me, okay?

Take my hand. We're gonna come out nice and slow.

Gotta get you back into bed, okay?

You're okay. You're safe. Let's go, nice and easy.

- Nice and easy. It's okay. - It's okay. It's okay.

You're safe. You're safe. You're fine.

- Oh, my God! - Somebody sound Code One!

No.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Come on. You don't have to see this.

- Oh, my God. - You don't have to see this. Don't look.

Just don't look. Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Wait, what?

- Right? - What a nice surprise.

I was wondering if there was any information

on last night's stabbing.

- Uh, we're on it. - Lisa.

Chief, hi.

Ray of sunshine in our dingy little office.

Anything on that girl last night?

Street rat, clearly drugged up,

gets killed by traffic accident.

With multiple knife wounds?

Lisa.

We're on it. Let us do our jobs.

Did you know her?

Yeah, she had a familiar face, but, uh...

I don't know. These, uh, these girls are kind of tough nuts to crack.

Maybe I'll go over to Star's tonight. I can ask around.

Don't go nuts. You're drawing me, Lisa.

A single vehicle incident

involving an unidentified female pedestrian

resulted in a tragic and horrific accident late last night.

Oh, my God, you look amazing.

Ugh, what if they don't like me?

- I don't want you to be disappointed. - No, no, shh, shh, stop.

Don't be nervous, okay? These are friends of mine.

You just go in there, just be yourself. That's all you have to do.

- You got it. - Okay. Okay.

Okay, but what if they do like me? I mean, Lisa,

- I don't know. - Hey, I already told you.

Don't worry about anything. You can stay with me

until you get your first paycheck.

Okay?

Nothing to be nervous about.

Go knock 'em dead.

Yes.

Thank you.

- Good luck. - If anyone has any information

on her identity, please call the police department at 555-71...

- Hey, Jack. - Hey.

So you're working late again?

Yeah, I got a lot of paperwork.

Is there anything I can help you with?

Nah. It's all in my head.

I just got to get it out on the computer.

I can help you clear your head.

I heard you guys split.

She must have been crazy

to let a good man like you get away.

Not exactly. We, uh...

We're trying to work it out.

Hmm.

Well, if you ever need a shoulder to cry on...

Thank you, Silvia.

That shoulder could be in uniform.

Or it could be in absolutely nothing...

...but Chanel No. 5.

Well, that is certainly an intoxicating offer,

but I'm not ready-- Oh, oh, oh, no.

I'm not ready to give up on her just yet.

Okay. Well...

if you change your mind...

offer still stands.

It's not the only thing standing.

Hey, girls.

- Hey. - Hi, Lisa.

We heard about that girl that got sliced up and run down.

- Fucking terrifying. - Mm-hmm.

What's your old man's take on it?

- Yeah? - I'm getting the blow off.

Did any of you girls know her?

She wasn't one of us.

Must have rolled in from some other gutter.

- Unlucky gutter. - What's it gonna be, ladies?

If you're sitting at my table, you gotta crack open those coin purses.

- Star! - Come on, Star!

Hey, lay off, Star. You know that we keep this place running.

- Uh-huh. - Amen!

Hey, it's alright, Star. This round's on me.

Whatever they normally get.

Yay! Lisa!

What they always get when you're paying,

or what they sometimes get when you're not here?

Come on!

What they usually get.

How about for you?

I heard you had a hell of a night.

How about a double?

- Damn, Star! What's wrong with you? - Seriously?

- For real? - Oh!

Sorry, Lisa. I run a bar. Habit.

No, no, no sweat.

So, anything on the girl?

Come on, any of you guys see her last night?

Know where she might have gotten picked up?

Who she partied with?

Nothing? Come on, girls.

I know you're not always on the up and up with me,

and I get it.

I'm not here to cause any trouble.

Or bore us with your AA antidotes.

- Shawanda! - Fair enough. Alright, fine.

I just wanted to find out what happened

so it doesn't happen again to any of you.

You see?

So, anything?

Hey, how about you?

You know anything about that girl that got killed last night?

Me?

That one? Fucking nutcase.

I wouldn't believe a word that comes out of her mouth.

She's a tweaker.

Welcome. Hell, yeah.

Hi. How are you?

Listen, girl.

We appreciate your concern,

but she's not the first

- and she won't be the last. - Mm?

Girls have been disappearing around here

- for years. - Yep.

And nobody gives a damn.

Are you telling me that other girls have been killed?

We have been talking to the cops

- till we're blue in the face. - Mm-hmm.

- They don't care. - All we get at best is a shrug.

Listen, they don't give a shit about us. They think we got it coming

- or something. - Mm-hmm.

Oh, hell, yeah, man.

You got more of this? I'm your girl.

Whatever you want, Daddy.

That's my game.

"Anything Kate," they call me.

Could you move over just a little bit, please?

What the fuck?

I said I would do whatever you want.

You just gotta ask.

Sorry, I'm a little bit of a clean freak.

Clean freak.

That's funny.

You're a funny...

funny fucking guy. You know that?

Fuckin' serious? You're fuckin' nuts.

Oh, my pretty little piggy.

I'm dead serious.

Shit.

This stuff's good.

It's good.

What the fuck are you doing?

What?

W-what-- what's the fucking knife in your hand?

- What knife? - Fucking knife.

Darling, this isn't a knife.

This is your salvation.

No, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, please.

Please, look-- I'll get you off.

Let me do anything. Stop, please.

You already have.

Thank you.

Okay.

We got 50 links...

forty pork...

two Squealer's specials.

Fresh killer sausages.

This place never disappoints.

Thank you.

You know, it's all in the cut.

Women get reported missing all the time

and most of them turn out to be nothing.

These girls on the street, they're mostly just drifters.

Well, that doesn't mean that we should just ignore them.

We need to put our energy into people who really deserve it, Lisa.

Not people who choose

a certain way of life and then end up dead in a ditch...

- "Choose a way of life..." - ...because of their life choices.

- Oh, shit. - - Not people who choose...

I'm sorry but that's the harsh truth.

That is not only heartless.

It's incredibly ignorant. What, seriously?

You think these women on-on school career day decided,

"Hey, I just think I'll be a cheap hooker and stand on a street corner

where somebody might come along and kill me."

- Lisa-- - And if they do, no one will give a damn,

not even the police.

Lisa, calm down. Goddamn you.

Come on, man.

Do-- Please tell me that you don't agree with her.

Is that why you haven't done enough to find this poor girl?

Lisa, I know that this is personal for you,

but we don't have the manpower on the force,

and we're all just trying to do our best.

Really?

Well, in the words of Winston Churchill,

"It is not enough that we do our best.

Sometimes we have to do what is fucking required."

That language is a little blunt, even for Churchill.

Alright, well, so I embellished.

Yeah, you did.

There's no need to take it out on Silvia.

She didn't do anything.

Right. She didn't do anything.

That's the problem.

None of you are doing anything.

Lisa,

is this what you do? You...

Uh, we have an APB out

on two pink puppies trying to escape. Do you copy?

What the fuck did you just say to me?

Wanna say it a little louder for the guys in the back?

Go ahead.

See,

my mama told me about your type.

And what'd she say?

You do whatever it takes to get attention.

And when you get the attention you want,

"What are you doing? What are you--?" Like, come on.

You see what you're doing wearing this shit every day.

I'm giving you what you want, attention.

Did your mama also ever tell you that you got a big fucking mouth

that should stay shut?

'Cause let me tell you something right now.

You ever speak to me or even about me again,

I will rip your pathetic little man-child nuts off

and shove them down your throat.

You got it?

All good.

I got this killer sausage here too.

It's all for me.

Oh, shit. No, no, no, no, no.

It's so beautiful.

You hear the music?

- Do you hear it? - Mm-hmm.

Mind if I come in?

Oh, you must have read my mind.

Need something to wake me up

from this episode of The Twilight Zone.

Yeah, well, glad to see there's one vice

- that you haven't given up. - Hmm.

Besides, who else can I call

at three in the morning when I can't sleep?

This is insane.

There's literally dozens of missing women

and zero action from the Dickless Tracys.

Are you alright?

I haven't seen you this wound up since, uh, you know.

I'm fine.

When's the last time you talked to your sponsor?

Hey, I said I'm fine.

Lisa, I know you care about these girls, but you gotta see Jack's point.

A lot of them are transient, and they don't wanna be found.

I know the stats, Joe. I'm just...

telling you something does not feel right.

You saw a woman die,

that's what doesn't feel right.

Seeing something like that could mess with anybody

as sensitive as you.

Yeah.

You're probably right.

Yeah.

I'm sorry. I can't stop thinking

about that crazy girl with the red hair.

'Cause you're swimming on this pretty deep water here.

Why don't you let Jack handle this?

It's 'cause it's like he's brainwashed.

What if there really is someone out there killing

not just one woman, but lots of them.

Okay, okay, what you got here is a serial killer, hmm?

A female serial killer with red hair.

Girl that died was a drug addict and a hooker.

And her end, God rest her soul, is no big surprise.

The wounds she suffered were unlikely related

to the other missing women.

Maybe.

Maybe not. I just have a feeling.

I've got a feeling too,

but not a good one.

Oh, uh...

By the way, that acrid smell I was telling you about?

Mm-hmm.

It's a farm smell.

You know what's really interesting?

That couple that found her said

that they were on the west side of the city.

That's farm country.

You know, there's a lot of farms out there.

But you, you stay the hell away from there.

There's a lot of weird people out there.

Mm-hmm.

I should know it, I treat them every damn day.

See you later, pumpkin.

Bye.

Sugar?

It's, uh, for all my friends.

Hmm. And I put some extra in for you.

- Extra? - Mm-hmm.

What for?

I need you to dump some trash for me.

- Oh, wow. - Mm-hmm.

Oh.

That is a big son of a bitch.

Goodness gracious.

What happened to him?

You know.

Fat guys. Their hearts give.

Yeah.

- Gotta imagine this didn't help. - Mm.

Give me a sec.

Okay... let's figure this out here.

Hey, buddy, could you give me-- give me a hand?

Ah, you can have the whole body.

You said "give me a hand." You get it?

No.

Okay.

Oh, come on.

Okay, okay.

What the hell happened to his shoe?

He bled all over it.

Bled all over his shoe?

How?

I used it to slap his fat face.

You slapped this man in the face with his shoe? Why?

What--? What is this? Twenty fucking questions?

Yes, I used his shoe to slap him

in his fat fucking face.

What does it matter? What else was I gonna use?

Well, you'd use a mallet. You'd use a baseball bat.

Maybe...

A meat tenderizer. I don't know.

A meat-- a meat tenderizer?

Where am I going to get a meat tenderizer, hm?

Meat tenderizer.

Right this way, Daniel.

Okay.

Oof.

Oh.

I thought these places were, um...

Oh.

I thought these places were supposed to be, um...

...sterile, like hospitals.

If the place is too clean,

the meat don't taste as good.

Too clean?

Fuck me.

I feel like I need a tetanus shot in my face.

Mm.

You want the blood to bleed out real nice.

The femoral artery will bleed you dry in no time.

You know, this might take some time.

If you want,

I could brew us up a pot of coffee

and maybe fry us up some sausage sandwiches.

I'm good. I'm super good.

Thank you. Uh...

I'm gonna be outside. Alright?

Suit yourself.

Oh, shit. Um, I'm gonna be on my way.

Hey, Tammy, I need to ask you a few questions.

I'm not working. I was just cruising by,

- saying hi to some friends. - Come here.

I'm not here to give you a hard time.

I just need to ask you a few questions.

Get over here.

- What's up? - Did you know that poor girl

that got hit by the truck?

Personally?

No, I've seen her around, though.

Did you hear any stories about anybody unusual

coming around with her or any other other girls?

No one new.

You didn't hear anything from the other girls,

some of the people you work with, anything?

No. Can I go home now?

Okay. Alright, thank you.

All done?

We're good.

You know...

if you cleaned yourself up, you know,

you know, shaved your beard, you know, put on some cologne,

maybe got some new threads, right? A nice whip, nice ride.

You can have some fine classy ass coming in and out of here all day, right?

Fuck knows you can afford it.

You got more money than God, huh?

This land alone's got to be worth what?

Millions. Millions.

I don't work alone.

Oh, yeah, I'm well aware.

I heard you got, uh, seven million for your uncle's spot.

- That's not true. - Whatever.

It's irrelevant, right?

Whatever money you have,

you can get a fucking tail train coming through here.

It was eight and a half million.

Eight and a half million dollars?

- That's right. - And you still live here?

Well, this is my home.

What the fuck was that?

It's feeding time.

Come see.

- Come on. - Oh, what the fuck is this?

- Come on. - It's wind.

- I know what it is. - Here you go.

Come on.

I know, I know, I know. Here you go, here you go.

Come on.

- What are you feeding them? Meat? - Come here. Oh, no.

These babies...

...they'll eat anything.

So don't ever stick your hand or your foot...

or that tiny dick of yours

through that fence here, 'cause if you do...

...guaranteed they're gonna eat your ass.

Maybe I should feed you to them.

Oh, yeah, you promise?

Is that a fucking hand?

Hey, Squee, um...

There was some Lisa bitch at Star's

and she's asking just a lot of questions.

Who the fuck is Lisa?

I don't know who the fuck Lisa is.

You tell me who Lisa is.

Did I miss something?

Yeah, mind your fucking business, eggplant.

Did you bring that blow you promised me last time?

Do I look like I'm running a charity?

Well, you know I'll work for it, right?

In your dreams.

Yeah? You wanna walk into the sunset with me?

My dreams are this way. Come on.

- Get away from that. Get away. - What?

Don't touch that. Okay?

- It's deadly. - That thing will kill you?

Just leave it alone.

Huh. Do you have a little Indian outfit

you like to dress it up in for Christmas?

This is the highest-powered, carbon-fiber

compound bow on the planet.

I do like it when you talk dirty to me.

- Oh, yeah? - Oh, yeah.

Hey, Paul, you got a sec?

- What up? - When you get a chance,

I'd like to take a look at that report

you took from the couple in the RV.

- For what? - I just wanna

comb through and see if we missed anything.

I see what you're doing.

You're trying to get back with your ex, ain't you?

I understand, man. She got a nice, tight little booty.

What the fuck did you say to me?

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. - What are you doing, Jack?

You know he's not worth it.

She's married to a cop so don't go fucking with her.

Oh, come on, Star.

Why you gotta act like I'm aggressive or something? I'm just...

I'm making small talk 'cause I've never seen her before.

Well, that's all I got, and I gotta work.

I know something about it.

Oh, yeah, what do you know?

Huh?

Hey.

Yeah, you.

Spare a couple of smokes for a couple of pretty girls?

- Yes, ma'am. - Yeah?

Yeah.

Come and get them.

- Alright. Come on. - Uh-huh.

Thanks a lot.

Yeah? What?

Oh, well, well, well, well, well,

now that looks like a whole lot of fun.

You got a light?

Hey!

- What? - Not in here.

- You know that! - Oh, come on, Star.

- Really? - Out back.

Fuck.

I'm taking these. You wanna come outside?

Come on, Mister. Come on, girl.

Are you sure it's unlocked?

- Go. Yes. - Thank you.

Well...

You ladies have a good evening.

I got something better waiting for me at home.

What's that?

Oh. What's your pleasure?

Mm.

I do like me some Scooby snacks. Right?

What about you, Miss?

Well, that's the best way

to spend a Saturday morning.

- Hey. - Hey.

I'm looking for that crazy girl with the red hair.

Not you, obviously.

Earline, yeah, why?

'Cause she's just been in here asking about you.

Really? Is she here now?

- Might as well start now. - Girl, Scooby-Dooby-Doo, you know it.

That meth head better not be bringing trouble to my bar.

No, no, no trouble, Star.

I just wanna ask her a couple questions.

You got a ride or what?

I got a ride.

Well, you're in luck. She just went out back.

Ah. Thanks.

Hey, Star, she's not out there. Did she come back through here?

- No, love, sorry. - Any idea where she might've gone?

Yo, Star, this drink ain't gonna refill itself, hon.

Hold your ass, Mickey. It's coming.

I'm sorry, Lisa. I got no idea.

Would you do me a favor and take off your shoes, please?

Seriously?

Thank you.

- This place is a-- - We are a guest in this man's house.

Take off your shoes.

Yeah, girl, get it. Get it.

Get it.

Mm.

Alright. Mm.

Alright, that's my cue to leave.

What do you mean? The party's just getting started.

- I don't wanna leave yet. - Oh, I know, doll. Trust me.

You're not leaving.

Hey, Squee, can I have the keys to the truck?

Sure.

Oh, you know, if you pick up some eggs,

I can make our favorite sausage sandwiches.

- Yeah. - Go easy tonight, okay?

If you puke in the truck, you're cleaning it up.

Right, yeah. Uh...

You guys married or something?

Oh, well, yeah.

Oh, well, there's that. But look, don't you worry, honey.

You just enjoy your chicken flippin', alright?

- Okay. - Mm.

Yeah.

Are you ready?

What's all this?

Oh, you know, I just got a...

little bit of a thing for clear plastic.

You're fuckin' weird.

Hmm. "Weird"?

Weird how?

Just in every way.

Well, that's a little vague. Where are you going?

I'm thirsty. I'm gonna get a beer

before we consummate the evening.

Oh, no, no, please.

You're my guest. Sit down. I can get it.

Well, aren't you a gentleman?

Here, I can go grab you one, and you can open it for me.

I can explain.

Oh, you looking for Officer Jack?

He's in an investigation right now

with one of your sisters.

- You'd do the work for me? - - Yeah.

- Is that what we're doing? - Only if I can sit in this chair.

You can sit in that chair. That's the captain's chair.

Oh, hey.

I didn't-- I didn't know you were coming by.

- Clearly. - Normally, you text first.

I did text. I guess you were busy

looking down your partner's shirt.

Lisa, don't.

- Oh, it's okay. - I wasn't looking down anybody's shirt.

I'll see myself out.

Have fun.

Um...

So I... I came because I heard you were talking to some of the girls,

so I wanted to see if you heard anything, but I've...

You've clearly moved on to another investigation...

- No. - ...so I'm gonna...

- I'm gonna just go. - No, Lisa, I have been following up.

I-- Lisa.

Lisa, you shouldn't walk out like this.

We at least need to have a conversation about this.

- Ugh. - Hey!

You were acting like a crazy person.

- What the hell is wrong with you? - What is wrong with me?

Every time I walk into your office,

that strippergram is all over you.

You walked out on me. You don't get to say

who I talk to or what I do.

I guess it's true that a tiger doesn't change his stripes.

You promised me to never bring that up again.

We are past that.

You were so caught up in your own bullshit,

you haven't given any thought to think about

how hard these past two months have been for me.

You're falling apart, and you're taking us with you.

- You still haven't fixed this roof. - Fuck.

Your whole life is falling apart,

and you'd rather freeze to death than fix it.

Whoa.

What is it that you wanna say, Jack?

- I didn't mean to say that. - Just say it. You've been dying

to say it this whole time, so just say it.

- You wanna say that I'm selfish? - All I'm trying to do

is win you back.

Hey.

I'm sorry, okay?

Me too.

- Not about the tart, though. - I'm not sorry about that.

Okay, you're not gonna like this, but...

Joe was saying that the woman at the hospital

had manure all over her,

and an old couple is saying that they were on the side

- of the farms by the track. - Are you--

- Fucking right now? - There's only three farms with livestock.

You're talking about this shit right now?

Stay the fuck out of my job.

This is becoming your new addiction

and I don't wanna be around you when you slide.

Fuck.

You know...

I'm always up for the hunt, but...

I'm thinking...

maybe it's time you take a break.

For fuck's sake, Earline.

You're the last person I ever expected to be talking me down off of crazy.

Well, what are you trying to say, Squee?

I'm saying you're nuttier than squirrel shit.

I think that's actually the nicest thing you ever said to me.

It's just...

It's just that I care, and...

I just...

Even sounds kind of weird to say out loud.

Yeah, me too.

And you always said,

"never too close together."

Ain't never done 'em too close together.

Yeah, well, things change.

Know what I think?

No.

I think...

that Lisa bitch is making you hard.

- Oh, come on, Earline. - Mm-hmm.

- You know that ain't it. - Mm-hmm.

But she is out there still,

and I am keen on finding her.

All I'm saying is, if you get caught,

don't you get me fucked in the process.

Speaking of...

Look at this pretty little piggy right here.

Now?

It ain't dark yet.

- Oh, I don't see the difference.

Come on, Squee.

Go.

Please?

- Hi. - What do you guys want?

Ah, hold on, hold on. No, no, no. Don't get...

Don't get hostile. I'm just being friendly.

Actually, we're, uh...

We're going to a party, and my friend here thought

it might be fun to invite you along.

I ain't a hooker.

I-I know that.

And, look, he's not... he's not looking to bone.

Now, listen, I know these...

I know these looks are deceiving,

but I'm telling you, this guy is rich.

So if he wanted to get laid,

- he can just get a top-shelf girl.

He don't look rich.

Okay, look.

Do you wanna go to a party or not?

This guy is my friend.

He has the best party favors, and he likes to share them

with pretty girls, and...

he thinks you're pretty, but he's shy,

which is why I'm here talking to you, so...

- Will you say something? - Excuse me, ma'am.

You know you have real kind eyes.

Are they green?

Yeah.

I've always wanted green eyes.

What's your name?

Lulu. And yours?

Molly Ringwald?

You're funny.

But are you rich?

Come join us.

What's the worst that could happen?

What's the worst that could happen?

Okey-dokey.

Peace offering.

Come in.

I just need a little more time.

A little more time.

Oh...

Oh. Mm.

- Oh... - What's so funny?

That's it. I have no fucking idea what's so funny. It just is.

Mm.

I get it.

I like to laugh too.

I think I'm gonna need you to take your clothes off.

What the fuck, dude? I thought you said no sex.

What the fuck is it with you letting these bitches get away?

Hey! If she gets away, it's your ass too!

Get off your ass and help!

Well, you better go find her, then.

Here you are! Fuck you, pussy!

I told you,

they are not little pets, you pussy!

Oh, no, no. Please.

I should have slit your throat at birth!

He'll make good eats.

So tender when they're little.

Please...

Out comes the baby.

I promise it'll only be for a couple of weeks.

No, I told you, you're welcome to stay until the end of the month

and then, you know, you'll get settled in your new job,

and I'll help you find a place of your own.

Um, I, uh...

I wanna start clean with you.

Please don't be mad.

I haven't done any in two weeks. I was keeping this...

...just in case.

But I-I, I don't wanna hide

anything from you, and I...

I don't want that anymore.

Are you mad?

I'm not mad.

Okay, because this might sound silly, but...

no one's ever been this nice to me.

I mean, no one even really knew I existed, but...

for some reason, you believe in me.

And I...

wanna make you proud, or whatever.

I am-- I am proud of you, Sadie.

It doesn't sound silly. This is...

This took a lot of courage. Thank you for trusting me.

Where'd you get it?

- Please, Lisa. - No, come on, seriously.

It's really important, Sadie.

N-no, no, no, no. I-it was just from some random kid

- on the other side of town. - What did he look like?

I don't know. A kid with a hoodie?

- I mean, it could have been anybody.

- Lisa, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - No, it's--

No, no, no, don't be sorry. It's okay.

But I-I gotta take this to the station.

- What? No. No. - No, seriously, you're--

I promise you, you're not in any trouble.

I don't want you to worry, okay? I got you, girl.

- Lisa. - This is our secret,

but this might be a good lead on the case.

- "Secret"? But you're... - They may be able to find out

where it came from.

Don't worry. I'll be back in a flash.

Please don't.

Lisa, please.

Fuck me, huh?

- Hello? - Hey.

You at the station?

No, I'm just finishing up with some asshole.

- What's up? - You were right, Jack.

Oh, good. I love it when I'm right.

What was I right about?

I think it's time I let you in.

I was hoping you'd come to that conclusion.

Can you come over later?

Sadie's going to work soon.

I thought we can talk some more

and make up for lost time. What do you think?

I think I'll be hightailing it over there

just as soon as I'm finished up here.

I'll see you soon.

Hey, hey. Good timing.

- You wanna take the collar on this one? - Okay.

Okay, good. The perp's in the back.

My cruise is a little worse for the wear.

Do you mind if I take yours? Ah, that's...

You'll get a promotion for this.

Thank you.

No worries.

Do you live here?

No, ma'am, just, uh, here to see a business colleague.

After you.

I don't live here either.

Just staying with a friend.

Oh.

So, what kind of business are you in?

Meat. Fresh meat.

Like a butcher?

Yeah. Just slicing and dicing meat.

Isn't that kind of weird?

Killing? Chopping up animals?

You know, you get used to it.

Creatures don't even see it coming.

Killing part's over in seconds.

Well, that's good, I guess, that they don't see it coming.

What about you?

Um, actually, I just started a new job.

I'm officially the receptionist at the Lincoln Hotel.

Really?

Wow. You know, I think that you'll make a fantastic receptionist.

- Really? - Yeah.

You know, you look so familiar to me. Have we met?

I don't think so.

I mean, it's a small town, but...

I'd never forget eyes like yours.

Okay, well, this is my stop.

You're staying with Lisa?

Yes.

That's who I'm here to see.

- Really? - Yeah.

That must be why I recognize you.

What did you say your name was?

Theodore.

Most people call me Squealer.

Okay.

Um, Lisa just ran out for a minute,

but you are welcome to wait with me if you'd like.

No. You know, I... I don't wanna be an imposition.

I could just wait out here.

It's no imposition at all.

Please, come in.

- Okay, then. - Do you mind if I call you Theo?

My mama used to call me Theo.

Come on, pick up for Christ's sakes.

Hey, Joe.

Well, what the fuck does he want?

Listen, I think I found your, uh, mysterious red-haired girl.

They pulled into this pig farm out here on the county road

called, uh, Squealer's.

Oh, my God, that's got to be the farm.

Focus. You're gonna take my truck, okay?

- Okay. - Okay. No, wait.

We're gonna see if he follows you.

- Okay. - If it's the farm he wants,

- I'll deal with it. - Okay.

Hang tight and don't do anything stupid.

Me don't do anything stupid. You don't do anything stupid,

- for Christ's sake. - No, no, no.

I'm-I'm gonna call Jack right now, okay?

I'll let him handle it.

Put it down. Put it down.

Okay, look, just don't touch anything, okay?

Just don't-- You do know how to drive, right?

I have stolen nicer cars like this since I was 12.

- Do not insult me. - And don't mess with my seat.

Oh, come on.

- Hello, this is Detective Jackson. - No...

Leave a message, and I'll get back to you

- as soon as I can. - Ugh.

Don't touch the temperature. Don't touch the rearview mirror.

And don't touch the radio.

- Leave it on the opera. - Uh-huh.

Don't touch it!

Hey, um, Jack.

Okay, um, you're not gonna like this, but...

Joe just found that crazy girl that I've been telling you about,

and guess where she is?

There is a pig farm and it's called Squealer's, okay?

I'm gonna head in that direction right now.

But don't worry. I'll wait for you.

That fucking bitch.

Uh, yeah, he's gone.

Okay, get your ass back here. Now.

- And go gentle on my truck. - Mm-hmm.

Lisa?

Please leave a message after the tone.

Hey, Joe, can you call me back?

I tried to take a shortcut, but I think I got turned around,

even my GPS doesn't know where I am.

Oh...

I missed you so much.

You're so cold.

Jesus Christ!

Thanks. I'm alright.

Just get here as soon as you can.

Hey, um, Jack.

Okay, um, you're not gonna like this,

but Joe just found

that crazy girl that I've been telling you about,

and guess where she is?

No, no, no!

No!

Nothing. Oh, my God.

- Hello, this is Detective Jackson. - Ugh!

- Jack, come on. - Leave a message, and I'll get back to you

as soon as I can.

Ah, there you are.

Joe, where are you?

I'm only a few miles away from the farm,

but I really need someone to come get me.

Call me, please.

But I know what it is. You're pretty, right? So you want somebody

to cut you in line...

...to make your stolen car a priority over theirs.

Their car matters.

We even got--

We take every call. You know what I mean?

Our clients are a priority. We--

- That's how we've been in business.

That's how we've been in business this long. You know what I mean?

Oh, God.

What the fuck are you doing?

You should probably check on your friend, Danny. He's a...

He's a real mental case.

Well, yeah.

- Something happened? - Probably.

Earline, I don't know what that means.

It means that things are getting too hot around here.

You're leaving?

You know me, man.

I'm like the wind.

I'll either see you around...

or I won't.

Okay.

Did you see that bitch who took my car?

Why'd you give her your car?

I didn't give her my car.

She's gone.

You better call your fucking psycho sidekick cunt bitch

and get her back here right now.

Now!

Whoo-hoo-hoo! Easy now!

Put that fucking bow down.

- Put my bow down! - You motherfucker.

Don't fuck with me.

Fuck!

You want a shoot-out with me? Huh, pig boy?

Is that what you want?

- Let's go! - Who the fuck are you shooting at?

Drop your weapon, or the next shot will not be a warning.

Fuck, yeah. Let's go.

Drop your fucking weapon.

Who the fuck are you?

Why would I drop my weapon?

You need to drop your fucking weapon.

Ow, fuck!

Ow!

Drop your fucking weapon!

I do not wanna kill you. I don't even know who the fuck you are.

I'm fucking Danny Diamond, you fucking cunt.

It's your call, but I got the drop on you.

If you don't tie that leg off,

you're gonna bleed out pretty goddamn soon.

Ha-ha-ha!

Fuck you.

Are you fucking Nurse Ratched now?

You can't fucking beat me.

Ow!

Oh, shit.

You dirty little piggy.

Okay...

Ooh, Officer Jack,

do you know what I do to trespassing little pigs?

Like a zipper.

Oh.

Oh. Oh, shh...

Look at that. It's your darlin', Lisa.

You know what...

Know what I think we'll do? Maybe call her later

and give her a heartfelt goodbye. Huh?

Yeah.

Oh.

Thank God.

Oh, my God.

What's wrong?

No, no, no.

You had one slip.

I've forgiven you. You need to forgive yourself.

You must be Lisa.

You think you can come into my fucking house!?

You know we have friends in common, right?

Sadie...

...is a sweet little thing.

And Jack? Oof.

He's a tough son of a bitch

and a heart of fucking gold.

That's lucky for me.

Unlucky for you.

I used most of the charge on your lover

before I ripped his fucking heart out!

Hear that?

This is called a bullnose.

It's an instrument for savages,

amateurs.

It has utility, but...

it lacks artistry,

nuance,

finesse.

What's the point?

This one, on the other hand...

Oof.

This one...

...isn't a medium skinner.

Now, some butchers call this

a throat cutter or a gut slasher,

but that's just naive.

This instrument here

is used for slicing thin-skinned animals,

like yourself.

Ahh!

Whoo!

Damn, look at that leg.

I know that hurt.

Tough little shit.

It's a shame this didn't work out.

I think you and I would make good friends.

Fuck you.

Fucking is not really my game.

Slicin' and dicin', that's more my thing.

Seriously, what is wrong with you?

I chalked it up to a cornflake deficiency as a kid.

Why the fuck do you do this?

You wanna be famous or something?

I don't much care for the limelight.

I spend most of my time in the darkness.

But I am gonna think of you

every single fucking time I turn on my light.

You wanna know why?

'Cause I'm gonna make a lampshade

out of your nice, smooth hide.

Fuck!

You're dead, you fucking...

Is that the best you got?

Goddamn, girl.

You do have heart.

I see why your entire pathetic career

has been with helpless animals and unconscious women,

you fucking pussy.

You fucking pussy!

Fucking pussy!

Goddamn! Ahh!

No, no, no, no, no! Ah, fuck!

No, no, no!

Tit for fucking tat!

No! No!

Help me!

What the fuck?

Jesus, you got yourself in a real mess this time,

haven't you?

Oh, that's definitely broken.

You just couldn't leave it alone, could ya? Huh?

Hey. You got a smoke?

You shouldn't be doing this.

I thought you quit.

If he couldn't kill me,

I figure one smoke is not gonna do it.

Huh.

- Where is he? - Oh.

Couldn't handle the grind.

Huh.

Okay.

There's the ambulance. I'll be right back.

Oh, it's good.