[insects trilling]
[wind whooshing]
- [metal clanks] - [tense music playing]
- [water splashing] - [pigs grunting]
[pig grunting in distance]
[squealing]
[light buzzing]
[wind whooshing]
[squeaking]
[woman screams]
No!
[whimpers]
- [pants] - [footsteps receding]
[suspenseful music playing]
[woman panting]
[woman grunting, panting]
[crying, panting]
- [thuds] - [pigs squeals]
- [woman panting, groaning] - [pigs grunting]
[pig grunts loudly]
[woman groans, pants]
[panting, groaning]
[tense music swells]
- [tires screech] - [thuds]
- [Walter groans] Christ, Helen. - [dog whimpers]
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.
♪
- [creaks] - [pants]
- [Walter] Alright. - [Helen] Is she dead?
[Walter] 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. [grunts]
[pigs squealing in distance]
Come on, let's get her in. She's lost a lot of blood.
[revs]
[Joe] Alright, what have we got?
- [female nurse] I can't find a vein. - [Joe] Sheesh.
All these needle marks, all these veins are flat.
Ah, shit.
I really don't wanna have to do a carotid.
[female nurse] There's nothing.
[groans softly]
Do it.
- [male nurse grunts] - [woman groans softly]
[squelching]
- [female nurse] It's okay. - [woman groans]
- [screams] - [Joe] Okay, hold her down.
- Hold her down, hold her down. - [woman screaming]
- [female nurse] It's okay. - He's coming!
- [female nurse] Sweetie... - [Joe] Nobody's coming. No.
No, no, no, no, no, no. What's your name?
- Oh, he's coming! - [female nurse] It's okay. It's okay.
- [groaning] - You're alright, you're gonna be okay.
[machine beeping]
[Joe] What other drugs have you taken?
- Oh, lord... Alright. - [woman whimpering]
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! - [maniacal laugh]
- [laughing continues] - [tires screeching]
[car engine stops]
- Hey! - I really admire
- them bodacious jugs. [laughs] - [Sadie] 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? [chuckles]
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?
- [muttering] - 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.
[laughs] Oh!
- How do you deal with that all the time? - Take me to Titty Town!
- Okay. - [man] Come on, pull those girls out.
- Sadie. Hey, hey, hey! - Ow!
- No, no, no. Come here. Come here. - [grunts] Ahh!
Hey, hey, hey, come, come, come. Come on.
- [man growls, laughs] - Every fucking time.
[continues laughing]
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?
[Helen] No.
So what meds are you on?
- What? - Excuse me?
- [Sadie sighs] - 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. - [Sadie] Ugh.
[Sadie groaning]
Actually...
take the whole pack.
Really?
- Mm-hmm. - You sure?
Yeah.
- No time like the present. - [lighter clinks, flicks]
[lighter lid clicks]
Hey, have you thought about my offer?
I can see you tomorrow.
[sighs] 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?
[chuckles] 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.
[police car whoops]
- Ugh. - Here comes the party pooper.
- Hmm. - [Walter] 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.
[car approaching]
[revving]
Evening, ladies.
Sadie, what happened here?
Nothing.
[Jack] One day, it's not gonna be nothing.
There's some bad dudes out there.
I hate to see you get hurt.
[mouthing] Thank you.
You. You know the drill. Get in the back.
Seriously?
Don't make me get out of this car.
[chuckles]
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.
[Sadie] 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.
[car door closes]
- [suspenseful music playing] - [machine beeping]
[pigs squealing]
[squealing, growling]
Will you let me out of this car right now?
[Jack] If you give me a kiss, I will.
How about I give you a punch in the mouth?
[laughs]
- 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-- [exhales]
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. - [breathes out]
I feel like I'm more relatable to the girls
if I don't look like a soccer mom.
[pigs squealing in distance]
No!
- [tense music swells] - [pigs squealing in distance]
Please, no. [crying]
Now you just keep an eye on her.
[woman whimpers]
Please...
[phone vibrates]
[Jack] I think soccer mom's hot.
[scoffs]
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. [sighs]
That's it?
You're not gonna say anything?
Normally, I can't get you to shut up.
And... [chuckles] 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.
- [phone chimes] - 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. [clicks tongue]
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.
[car door opens, closes]
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.
[phone ringing in distance]
[Paul] She's a lost cause.
Sadly, I see these type of situations every time I'm out here.
[Helen] Shame on you.
She's somebody's daughter.
Well, I'm sure she used to be.
[machine beeping]
[door opens]
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? - [chuckles]
Well, uh, kind of. Helps to fit in when you look the part.
[chuckles]
Oh, shit. Oh.
Oh, it's...
[suspenseful music playing]
- Hi. It's okay. - [gasps]
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?
- [crying] - 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. - [Joe] It's okay. It's okay.
You're safe. You're safe. You're fine.
- [gasps, screams] - [Joe grunts]
- [Lisa] Oh, my God! - Somebody sound Code One!
- [door bangs] - [tense music swells]
[crying]
No.
[panting, crying continues]
[woman whimpering]
- [truck horn honks] - [tires screech]
- [brakes hiss] - [body thuds]
[tires screech]
- [gasps, sobs] - 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. - [Lisa sobs]
[Joe] Come on.
[door squeaks, thuds]
[police siren wailing]
[Jack] Wait, what?
- [Lisa] Right? - [Jack] What a nice surprise.
I was wondering if there was any information
on last night's stabbing.
- Uh, we're on it. - [man] 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.
[Lisa gasps]
- [chuckles] - 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? - [sighs deeply]
Nothing to be nervous about.
Go knock 'em dead.
- [newscaster on TV indistinct] - [Lisa] Yes.
- Thank you. [chuckles] - [chuckles]
[exhales]
- Good luck. - If anyone has any information
on her identity, please call the police department at 555-71...
[police siren wailing in distance]
- Hey, Jack. - Hey.
- So you're working late again? - [keyboard clacking]
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. [exhales]
I heard you guys split.
She must have been crazy
to let a good man like you get away.
[Jack] Not exactly. We, uh...
We're trying to work it out.
Hmm.
Well, if you ever need a shoulder to cry on...
[chuckles]
Thank you, Silvia.
That shoulder could be in uniform.
Or it could be in absolutely nothing...
[whispering] ...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.
[inhales]
[exhales deeply]
[Judy singing] ♪ You know I'm not the prettiest girl ♪
♪ That you have ever known ♪
♪ But beauty is as beauty does ♪
♪ Just look at how I glow ♪
Hey, girls.
- [girl 1] Hey. - [girl 2] Hi, Lisa.
We heard about that girl that got sliced up and run down.
- Fucking terrifying. - [girl 1] Mm-hmm.
What's your old man's take on it?
- [girl 2] 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.
- [girl 1] Unlucky gutter. - What's it gonna be, ladies?
If you're sitting at my table, you gotta crack open those coin purses.
- [girls] 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.
- [whooping] - Yay! Lisa!
What they always get when you're paying,
or what they sometimes get when you're not here?
- Come on! - [overlapping clamor]
- [girl chuckles] - What they usually get.
How about for you?
I heard you had a hell of a night.
- How about a double? - [chair thuds]
- 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?
[loud bar music playing]
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.
[smacks lips] 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?
[door clicks, creaks]
That one? Fucking nutcase.
I wouldn't believe a word that comes out of her mouth.
She's a tweaker.
[car horn honks]
Welcome. Hell, yeah.
[Kate] Hi. How are you?
[Shawanda] 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. - [girl 1] 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. - [Shawanda] Mm-hmm.
[tense music playing]
[breathes out]
[knife clinks]
[objects clattering]
[tense music swells]
[Kate breathes heavily]
Oh, hell, yeah, man.
You got more of this? I'm your girl.
- [rubber band whooshes] - [exhales, chuckles]
[dark operatic music playing]
[Kate continues breathing heavily]
Whatever you want, Daddy.
That's my game.
"Anything Kate," they call me.
[man] Could you move over just a little bit, please?
[laughs] What the fuck?
I said I would do whatever you want.
You just gotta ask.
♪
[man] Sorry, I'm a little bit of a clean freak.
[giggling]
Clean freak.
That's funny.
[plastic crumpling]
[knife clacks, clinks]
You're a funny...
funny fucking guy. You know that?
Fuckin' serious? You're fuckin' nuts.
[man] Oh, my pretty little piggy.
I'm dead serious.
♪
Shit.
This stuff's good.
[Kate sighs deeply]
It's good.
[plastic crumpling]
What the fuck are you doing?
[man] What?
W-what-- what's the fucking knife in your hand?
- [man] What knife? - Fucking knife.
♪
Darling, this isn't a knife.
This is your salvation.
[Kate] No, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, please.
Please, look-- I'll get you off.
Let me do anything. Stop, please.
[muffled screaming]
You already have.
[screams]
- [grunts] - [blood splatters]
[muffled screaming]
[Squealer sighs]
- [grunting] - [squelching]
[dark operatic music playing]
[Squealer groans]
[turning handle squeaking]
[mouthing] Thank you.
[tense music playing]
[breathes heavily]
[whistling]
[whistling continues]
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.
[customers chattering]
[Jack] 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. - [Lisa] 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."
- [Jack] 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?
[Silvia] 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."
[scoffs]
[sharp exhale]
[huffs air, sighs]
[chuckles]
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.
[crickets trilling]
[car approaching in distance]
[dog barking in distance]
[opera music playing over car speakers]
[dog barking continues]
Oh, shit. No, no, no, no, no.
[breathing heavily]
- [shushing] - [breathing heavily]
It's so beautiful.
You hear the music?
- Do you hear it? - Mm-hmm.
[Pablo breathing heavily]
[laughs]
[mouse clicks]
[keyboard clacking]
[mouse clicking]
[keyboard clacking]
[mouse clicking]
[knock on door]
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.
[mouse clicking]
[tense music playing]
[insects trilling]
- Sugar? - [light chuckle]
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.
[grunting]
[grunting, panting]
Hey, buddy, could you give me-- give me a hand?
[Danny chuckles, sniffs]
Ah, you can have the whole body.
[laughing]
You said "give me a hand." You get it?
No.
- Okay. - [grunts]
[grunts]
- Oh, come on. - [panting]
Okay, okay.
[panting]
What the hell happened to his shoe?
He bled all over it.
[Squealer grunts]
Bled all over his shoe? [grunts]
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. - [Squealer grunts]
What does it matter? What else was I gonna use?
Well, you'd use a mallet. You'd use a baseball bat.
Maybe... [pants]
A meat tenderizer. I don't know.
[cart wheels squeaking]
A meat-- a meat tenderizer?
Where am I going to get a meat tenderizer, hm?
Meat tenderizer.
Right this way, Daniel.
[Squealer groans]
- [cart wheels squeaking] - [Squealer panting]
Okay.
Oof. [exhales]
Oh.
I thought these places were, um...
Oh. [sniffs]
I thought these places were supposed to be, um... [sniffs]
...sterile, like hospitals.
[panting]
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.
- [Squealer grunts] - [groans] Mm.
[Squealer breathes out]
[machine whirring]
[whirring]
[grunts]
[grunting]
[pants] 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.
[blood dripping]
[police car whoops]
Oh, shit. Um, I'm gonna be on my way.
[Jack] Hey, Tammy, I need to ask you a few questions.
I'm not working. I was just cruising by,
- saying hi to some friends. - [Jack] Come here.
I'm not here to give you a hard time.
I just need to ask you a few questions.
Get over here.
[indistinct radio chatter]
- 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. [sniffs]
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?
- [scoffs] - Well, this is my home.
[pigs squealing in distance]
What the fuck was that?
It's feeding time.
[pigs squealing in distance]
[slight chuckle]
Come see.
[pigs squealing in distance]
- [woman] Come on. - Oh, what the fuck is this?
- [woman] Come on. - It's wind.
- I know what it is. - [woman] Here you go.
[low groan]
- [pigs squealing] - [woman] Come on.
I know, I know, I know. Here you go, here you go.
- Come on. - [pigs continue squealing]
- What are you feeding them? Meat? - [woman] Come here. Oh, no.
These babies... [grunts]
...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...
[pigs squealing louder]
...guaranteed they're gonna eat your ass.
Maybe I should feed you to them.
Oh, yeah, you promise?
[pigs grunting]
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?
[Earline] 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.
[pigs squealing]
[wind whooshing]
- 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. [sniffs]
[wind whooshing]
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.
[slight chuckle]
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.
[country music playing on speakers]
[door closes]
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?
- [lighter flicks] - [Star] 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?
- [Star] Go. Yes. - [Earline] Thank you.
- [doorknob turns] - [door creaks]
Well...
- [lighter flicks] - [door closes]
[clicks]
You ladies have a good evening. [light chuckle]
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?
[coughs] Well, that's the best way
- to spend a Saturday morning. - [Earline chuckles]
- Hey. - [Star] Hey.
[Lisa] 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.
[Kiki breathes in]
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?
- [keys jingle] - I got a ride.
Well, you're in luck. She just went out back.
Ah. Thanks.
[police siren wailing in distance]
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.
[door creaks]
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.
[snorts]
[squealing, grunting]
Yeah, girl, get it. Get it.
[Earline hiccups]
Get it. [snorts]
[snorting]
[Earline snorting]
[snorts]
[Earline resume snorting]
Mm. [snorts]
[Earline] Alright. Mm.
[snorting]
Alright, that's my cue to leave. [grunts]
[Kiki] 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.
[Earline exhales, sniffs]
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. [clears throat] - Go easy tonight, okay?
If you puke in the truck, you're cleaning it up.
Right, yeah. Uh... [sniffs]
- You guys married or something? - [Earline breathes heavily]
- Oh, well, yeah. [chuckles] - [laughs]
Oh, well, there's that. But look, don't you worry, honey.
You just enjoy your chicken flippin', alright?
- [Kiki] Okay. - [Earline] Mm.
- [door opens] - [Earline] Yeah. [clears throat]
- [door slams] - Are you ready?
[light chuckle]
[tense music playing]
What's all this?
Oh, you know, I just got a...
little bit of a thing for clear plastic.
[scoffs] You're fuckin' weird.
Hmm. "Weird"?
Weird how?
[scoffs] 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.
[breathing shakily]
[whimpers]
I can explain.
- [blood splatters] - [Kiki screams]
[scream echoing]
Oh, you looking for Officer Jack?
He's in an investigation right now
with one of your sisters.
- [Jack] You'd do the work for me? - [Silvia] 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.
- [chuckles] - Oh, hey.
I didn't-- I didn't know you were coming by.
- Clearly. - Normally, you text first.
[Lisa] 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.
[whispers] Have fun.
[exhales] 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 sighs]
Lisa, you shouldn't walk out like this.
We at least need to have a conversation about this.
- [Lisa] 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. [sniffs] I'm not sorry about that.
- [chuckles] - [sniffs]
[sighs]
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.
[crickets trilling]
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.
[sniffs] 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.
[Earline] Now?
It ain't dark yet.
- Oh, I don't see the difference. - [brakes hissing]
[Earline] Come on, Squee.
Go.
Please?
- Hi. - [Lulu] What do you guys want?
Ah, hold on, hold on. No, no, no. Don't get... [chuckles]
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. - [scoffs]
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? - [Squealer] Excuse me, ma'am.
[dog barking in distance]
You know you have real kind eyes. [chuckles]
Are they green?
Yeah.
I've always wanted green eyes.
What's your name?
Lulu. And yours?
[Squealer] Molly Ringwald?
[laughs]
You're funny.
[scoffs]
But are you rich?
Come join us.
What's the worst that could happen?
Okey-dokey.
[knock on door]
- [door creaks] - [romantic music playing]
[breathes out]
Peace offering.
Come in.
["Happy It Hurts" by Ziv Moran playing]
[Lisa] I just need a little more time.
A little more time.
[Lulu laughing]
- [distorted rumbling] - [Lulu] Oh...
Oh. Mm.
[continues laughing]
- [Lulu] Oh... - What's so funny?
That's it. I have no fucking idea what's so funny. It just is.
[breathes in] Mm.
I get it.
[Lulu laughs]
I like to laugh too.
[Lulu sighs, chuckles]
I think I'm gonna need you to take your clothes off.
What the fuck, dude? I thought you said no sex.
[breathes deeply]
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.
- [tense music playing] - [insects trilling]
[pigs squealing in distance]
[Lulu pants]
- [panting] - [switch clicks]
[metal gate clanks, thuds]
Here you are! Fuck you, pussy!
[piglet squealing]
I told you,
they are not little pets, you pussy!
[sobs] Oh, no, no. Please.
I should have slit your throat at birth!
- He'll make good eats. - [piglet squealing]
So tender when they're little.
- [door slams] - [intense music sting]
[Lulu sobbing] Please...
- [Lulu screaming] - [blood squelching]
- [thuds] - [blood dripping]
Out comes the baby.
[squirts]
[refrigerator door opens]
♪ Brown eyes are fine, blue eyes are good ♪
♪ But the eyes that are most misunderstood ♪
♪ Are the green eyes ♪
♪ Yes, the green eyes ♪
♪ Pa pa pa pa, pa pa pa pa, ma pa pa... ♪
[whistling a tune]
♪ Ta ta ta ta ♪
♪ Black eyes are rare, pa... ♪
[humming]
[Sadie] 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.
[light chuckle]
[sighs]
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...
[chuckles] ...just in case.
[breathes deeply]
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.
[sighs deeply]
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. - [sighs]
- 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. - [door opens]
- Lisa, please. - [door closes]
- [grunts] - Fuck me, huh?
[phone rings]
- Hello? - [Lisa] 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.
- [car door opens] - 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.
[huffs air]
[indistinct chatter]
[sizzling]
Thank you.
No worries.
[creaks, thuds]
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.
[chuckles] 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.
[chuckles] 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.
[chuckles] Please, come in.
- Okay, then. - Do you mind if I call you Theo?
- My mama used to call me Theo. - [door opens, creaks]
[door clacks]
[tense music sting]
[tense music swells]
[country music playing]
[whirring]
[pump nozzle clacking]
["Echoes Of The Past" by Max Hixon playing]
[engine starts]
[insects trilling]
Come on, pick up for Christ's sakes.
- Hey, Joe. - [car door closes]
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.
- [engine starts] - 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. - [phone rings, beeps]
- 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!
[rock music plays over car speakers]
[Lisa] 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.
[rock music playing]
[tires screech]
Uh, yeah, he's gone.
Okay, get your ass back here. Now.
- And go gentle on my truck. - Mm-hmm.
- [revs] - [tires screech]
[door creaks]
Lisa?
[tense music playing]
[automated voice] Please leave a message after the tone.
[beeps]
[Lisa] 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.
[blood squelching]
[gasps] Jesus Christ!
[Jack panting]
Thanks. I'm alright.
Just get here as soon as you can.
[phone chimes]
[Lisa on recording] 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?
[tires screech]
- No, no, no! - [engine sputters]
No!
[vibrates]
Nothing. Oh, my God.
[vibrates, chimes]
[grunts]
- Hello, this is Detective Jackson. - Ugh!
- Jack, come on. - Leave a message, and I'll get back to you
as soon as I can.
[Lisa] Ah, there you are.
- [sighs] - [phone beeps]
[Lisa] 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.
[frustrated sigh]
[sighs]
But I know what it is. You're pretty, right? So you want somebody
- to cut you in line... - [phone ringing]
...to make your stolen car a priority over theirs.
Their car matters.
- [phone ringing] - We even got--
We take every call. You know what I mean?
[phone beeps]
Our clients are a priority. We--
- That's how we've been in business. - [phone ringing]
That's how we've been in business this long. You know what I mean?
- Oh, God. - [phone beeps]
- [sighs] - [car door slams]
[scoffs, exhales]
[revs]
[brakes hissing]
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.
- [revs] - [tires screech]
[pigs snorting]
[truck door opens]
Did you see that bitch who took my car?
Why'd you give her your car?
I didn't give her my car.
[Squealer] She's gone.
You better call your fucking psycho sidekick cunt bitch
and get her back here right now.
- Now! - [grunts]
Whoo-hoo-hoo! Easy now!
- Put that fucking bow down. - [laughs maniacally]
- Put my bow down! - You motherfucker.
Don't fuck with me.
- [bow thuds] - [gunshots]
Fuck!
[Danny] You want a shoot-out with me? Huh, pig boy?
Is that what you want? [laughs]
- Let's go! - Who the fuck are you shooting at?
- [bullet hits] - [grunts]
Drop your weapon, or the next shot will not be a warning.
- Fuck, yeah. Let's go. - [gun cocks]
Drop your fucking weapon.
Who the fuck are you? [laughs]
Why would I drop my weapon?
You need to drop your fucking weapon.
Ow, fuck! [groans]
- [pants] - [gate clanks]
- Ow! [groans] - [thuds]
- [gate clanks] - [pigs snort]
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.
[groans] Ow!
[pigs grunting, squealing]
[Danny screaming]
- [pigs squealing] - [Danny screaming]
- [mouths] Oh, shit. - [Danny screaming]
- [electricity buzzes] - [thuds]
[breathing heavily]
You dirty little piggy.
[pigs squeal]
[sighs]
Okay...
Ooh, Officer Jack,
do you know what I do to trespassing little pigs?
[knife clinks, stabs]
[groans]
[labored breathing, coughs]
- [imitates labored breathing] - [groaning]
Like a zipper.
[groaning]
[phone vibrating]
[Jack groans]
- Oh. - [phone vibrating]
[Squealer grunts]
- [labored breathing] - [phone continues vibrating]
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.
[exhaling]
[chimes]
Oh.
Thank God.
[sniffles]
[sobbing]
Oh, my God.
[crying]
- [cell phone thuds] - [coughing]
[breathing heavily]
[crying]
[coughs, breathing heavily]
What's wrong?
[sobbing] No, no, no.
You had one slip.
[sniffles]
[Jack] I've forgiven you. You need to forgive yourself.
[Lisa screams, cries]
- [insects trilling] - [Lisa panting]
[dog barking in distance]
[tense music playing]
[pigs squealing, grunting]
[grunts]
- [gate thuds] - [grunts]
[gasps]
You must be Lisa.
You think you can come into my fucking house!?
[bucket clatters]
You know we have friends in common, right?
Sadie...
[groans]
...is a sweet little thing. [chuckles]
And Jack? Oof.
He's a tough son of a bitch
and a heart of fucking gold.
- [groans] - [grunts]
[both grunting]
[groans, pants]
[gate slams shut]
[gate thuds]
[switch clicks]
[clicks]
[whistling a tune]
♪ Up goes the piggy ♪
- [buzzing] - [groaning]
- [buzzing]
- [grunts] - [groans]
[groans, coughs]
[buzzes, stops]
[breathing heavily]
- [laughing] - [breathing heavily]
[fake screaming]
[laughing]
That's lucky for me.
[cattle prod thuds]
Unlucky for you.
I used most of the charge on your lover
before I ripped his fucking heart out!
- [Lisa grunts] - [knife clinks]
[grunting]
- [panting] - [knife clinking]
- [scrapes] - Hear that?
[metal scraping]
This is called a bullnose.
It's an instrument for savages,
amateurs.
[breathing heavily]
It has utility, but...
it lacks artistry,
nuance,
finesse.
[clanks]
What's the point?
This one, on the other hand...
Oof.
This one...
[chuckles]
...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.
- [grunts] - [groans]
- [grunts] - [knife whooshes]
- [grunts] - Ahh!
[grunting]
- [grunts] - [leg breaks]
[screaming]
[Lisa thuds, groans]
- Whoo! [chuckling] - [groaning]
- [cart clanking] - [Lisa breathing heavily]
Damn, look at that leg.
I know that hurt.
- Tough little shit. - [groans]
It's a shame this didn't work out.
I think you and I would make good friends.
- [switch clicks] - [blaring]
[whirring, clanking]
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.
[groans]
Fuck! [grunts]
- [groans] - You're dead, you fucking...
[groans]
[Squealer whistling]
Is that the best you got?
[groaning]
[groans, chuckles]
Goddamn, girl.
- [Lisa chuckles] - You do have heart.
[laughs]
[Lisa groans]
I see why your entire pathetic career
has been with helpless animals and unconscious women,
you fucking pussy.
You fucking pussy!
- Fucking pussy! - [groans]
[screaming]
Goddamn! Ahh!
[screaming]
No, no, no, no, no! Ah, fuck!
[screaming]
No, no, no!
- [screams] - [machine whirrs]
[screaming]
[Lisa grunts]
Tit for fucking tat!
No! No! [screaming]
[screaming] Help me!
[screaming louder]
[groaning]
[coughing]
What the fuck?
[gasps for air]
Jesus, you got yourself in a real mess this time,
- haven't you? - [breathing heavily]
Oh, that's definitely broken.
You just couldn't leave it alone, could ya? Huh?
Hey. You got a smoke?
[sighs deeply]
- You shouldn't be doing this. - [breathing heavily]
I thought you quit.
If he couldn't kill me,
I figure one smoke is not gonna do it.
Huh.
- Where is he? - Oh.
[clanking]
Couldn't handle the grind.
- [lighter clinks] - [Joe] Huh.
- Okay. - [lighter lid closes]
- [Lisa huffs air] - [siren wailing in distance]
There's the ambulance. I'll be right back.
[Lisa inhales smoke]
Oh, it's good.
[sighs]
[sirens wailing in distance]
- [insects trilling] - [wolf howling]
["Look At Me" by David Martineau Lachance playing]
[music ends]
[dark music playing]
[music ends]