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Sorry to bother you folks,

but we're looking for an individual
golden brown complexion,

15 lbs, No head.

I

know where it is.

I'll even serve him up
on a silver platter for him.

I'll get in here.

I'm

glad to see you finally out
of your man cave.

You know, Amanda can be pretty convincing
when she wants to be.

Hey, babe, Eric's here.

Hey, Amanda.

Well, well, well, well.

You made it.

Yeah.

Sorry,

Thomas.

One second.

I baked this for you.

I couldn't eat it by myself.

It just being too depressive.

Wow.

You bake this?

Yeah.

You know, for a single guy,

I know my way around the

oven.

Got a uniform?

Who knows how to bake?

Have a feeling you're not going
to be single for long.

Come on, You're my mom, right?

Hey, Mom.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Jeans and a sweater.

You could at least make an effort.

Casual is more my thing, Kathleen,
Especially in my own house.

Don't you mean our house now?

Happy Thanksgiving.

Thank God you're back, Thomas.

I thought we'd be eating
a frozen Turkey dinner.

Sorry, Rob.

Yeah, this is the first time the store
is open on Thanksgiving.

You know, we always do
the midnight Black Friday,

but people were showing up at 6:00

PM anyway.

So you're a smart man, Thomas.

Yeah, well, credit my beautiful
fiance over there.

It was her idea.

Well, from what I've been hearing
about the turn out,

it is going to be
a very happy

thing.

Here we go.

Last Beautiful.

Yes.

Mitch, we need your carving skills.

I've got time to carve it,
but not to eat it.

Thomas is not making you work.

Blame Bob.

Apparently he's AWOL.

Thomas, calling, said it's me
working on fire.

The store shouldn't
even be open.

It's Thanksgiving.

I know, Mary, but let's face it,

Black Friday starts on a Thursday now,

even in Plymouth.

He gets back to the fucking line.

Everybody just fucking calm

down.

What

the fuck?

Jesus,

everybody.

Mass general.

Fucking funny.

The store opens in 10 minutes.

He'll get your waffle iron.

Then it's no you got
a fire hose.

You have to register.

Thank you.

That's a goddamn morals.

Kathleen sold my dad this house.

I didn't really.

She was coming with it.

She'll never be able
to replace your mom.

Just.

And look at it this way.

It was a quick engagement,

so hopefully it'll be a quick divorce.

Please don't.

Dad, we're going to the movies.

Have fun.

Bobby.

I want to hear about
that 19 strikeout game

against UCLA when you get back, deal.

Thomas.

Can I have one scooping?

But Julia, he's indoor.

Got it.

I'll guess what?

Okay.

Bobby.

This Thanksgiving.

What a dog I heard
you can do Friday night,

Guy Better be with the 96 mile
per hour fastball.

You are such a Dick,

yo.

Nice job beating Hanover.

I heard you were stopping.

Midnight until Tyson Fury over here

almost got us locked the fuck up.

We got in a running with some drunk hand
over assholes.

I pop one of them in the eye,

but this one was too busy filming yourself

to get some

fucking footage.

Shit would have broke
the Internet.

Lucky I didn't found that.

OK, it was like Waffle House level.

This fucking traffic is ridiculous.

Yo, pit stop.

I need a new phone.

Mine got fucking smashed
in the fight.

We're not going to the store
in the zoo.

Yes, we are.

Because Evan owes me
the lipstick.

Thank you.

I thought we were going
to the movies.

We are.

How am I going to text you
in the movie without the phone?

Who are you texting?

Guys, we need to do
this quick, OK?

5 minutes.

It's

not a car, It's an SUV.

Hey, babe, can I just stay here, please?

Please don't make me
do this alone.

Bobby.

Bobby.

We have to move.

Bobby.

Bobby.

At 13, just started
for the sauce.

This is like the last place
I thought I'd see you tonight.

Yeah.

Insane right?

Now leave all these people.

I'm sorry, Ryan, I I have

to catch up.

So what are you doing Saturday night
with Bobby?

All right, well, excuse me,

I'm not a little get together
with my friend.

Excuse me.

And you know, if you wanted to come by,

it's just going to be
like a couple of people.

Bobbys.

Only in time till Monday.

So you should just swing
by earlier.

We could, like, play some drinking games,
have a good time.

You know, I got some kegs.

She's all set, man.

Come on, let's go.

Chill out, he's just helping.

Oh, what a gentleman.

As long as golden arms
around your toes.

Scott Burn, Scott.

Toast.

Shut the fuck up.

Or not, sadly,

I love you, dude.

But I'm fucking kill you.

Try your best.

Yeah, man.

Again.

Oh, good night,

Jesus Christ.

This is insane.

Yeah, let's pull in the back.

Hey, hey, yeah,
we got some unfinished business.

You fuck.

Oh fuck.

That's the guy from Hand
Over I Punch.

Fuck.

You suck my cock, Pussy.

Fuck your mom.

Fuck your pussy.

Where's your

mother?

Fuck you, cousin.

It's fucking your daughter.

Just get what you need
and get out of here.

In and out.

I promise.

Why you fucking letting
those fucking chipmunks in there?

Come on, man,
it's a pizza oven.

Where do you think it goes?

10 minutes, people,
please come on.

Nice surprise.

Hey, everyone.

What are you doing here?

I came in with Eric.

I didn't want you to starve
on Thanksgiving.

I got a call on the radio
about needing some crowd control.

Yeah.

In fact, you should
probably wait in here.

OK.

OK.

Are you OK?

Yeah, we should.

Yeah, we should Be careful.

Fucking guy.

Lonnie's 30 years old.

He got held back and took his two years

and he's dating a cheerleader.

Or a tranquillizer.

Or sedative.

This is like in the fucking apocalypse.

We can take anything you want.

Evan.

Scuba.

Come on.

You know what time it is.

Let's go.

The

store will open in 10 minutes.

The stakeholder take a break.

Everybody's going to get
into furniture, all right?

Oh yeah, what the fuck?

Are they going to get fucked?

What

the hell are you

doing?

Stay calm, please.

Stay calm and back up and he's
just pushed back a little bit.

All this driving bitch.

Hey, hey, hey.

Doors open, everyone.

'S immediately.

I.

Oh my God dude,
fuck is happening.

Open the door.

If you're going to be OK,
you have

to open the door.

You have

to get the match.

Just just call your dad.

You're going to

get everything here.

Open the door.

Stop shutting.

Off.

Fucking gold.

This is fucking crazy,
Gabby.

Just

he's alive.

Hey.

Please tell

me.

A.

Fucking God.

What

the

fuck?

He was crazy.

I never fucking seen something
like this in my life.

I'm lying here at right Mark,

and although the store has announced
they will have substantial

security upgrades for Thanksgiving,

many residents feel after last year's
catastrophic

events, the store shouldn't
be open at all.

Thomas Wright, you and your entire family
have butt on your hands.

My wife's blood.

We open for Thanksgiving.

You only hire two security guards.

One of them runs away,

the other is trampled to death
in the same Stampede

that killed

my wife.

You and your entire family
need to go to prison,

not

have another sale.

Right Mart owner Thomas Wright
has worked overtime since last year

to give back to the

community, restoring Plymouth Park
and even going so far

as to start the Wright Family

Foundation sending local kids to college.

But many say it's not enough.

Local pitching phenom Bobby Destasi

suffered a career ending injury

and has not been

heard from since the accident.

Many lawsuits were filed
and settled,

but the security cameras somehow
weren't working

the night of the tragedy.

All I know is the cameras were functioning
perfectly fine when I arrived.

Then in mysteriously stopped
working the one night

there's an actual disaster
at the

store.

How convenient.

Thanks Mitch.

Recording live Hank Morton
at the right mark

in downtown Plymouth.

Set.

Natalie.

And here you go.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Good morning, Sheriff.

You want the usual two cups
today, Lizzie?

The deputies coming?

Well, he was in here yesterday

and he's not much of a conversation.

Real Charma, probably

just overwhelmed by the
thriving metropolis

that is punished.

What the fuck?

Fuck you.

Here he is.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Welcome.

And here you are.

John Carver.

He was the first first governor
of New Plymouth Colony.

OK, you've been doing your homework.

In the statue homework.

Now come on, show
some enthusiasm.

Thanksgiving is an institution.

What kid wouldn't want to wear
that

right?

Yeah, get used to it.

Everybody's going to be wearing them.

Yeah, I can get used to it.

Yes.

Let's go.

What?

What are you doing, kid?

What are you doing?

I just hit top two runs.

That means you get to go again.

Somebody keeps tagging me
in the video.

Yeah, they're tagging me too.

I'm trying to report it.

Yeah, but people keep reposting it.

I think someone's doing it
in purchase.

Dude, I just won
this candy apple.

I hit the bullseye
like three times in a row.

What?

What is it?

What did I do now?

I thought we passed this.

Yeah.

So tonight, Well, fuck this.

I'm going back to the axe,
but it's safer there.

I'm sorry I wasn't the only one
with the phone that night.

I know you didn't post it.

I have to go to the John Carter house

to film that stupid
commercial with my dad.

I'm making my grandmother stuffing.

Her secret ingredient was a touch
of eggplant,

and I hope I can make it half
as good as hers.

Though I'm sure you'll make
an excellent dinner.

Kathleen.

Hey, Jessica.

So you're ready for your big moment
in the limelight?

Oh, yeah.

Hardy wrote my acceptance speech.

I have mine ready
to

yours.

Didn't your father tell you he wants
a family commercial this year?

Look at it this way.

One more year until college.

I can't fucking believe this.

I don't have an answer,
Stan.

I have no idea.

What's going on guys?

See this.

It's a fucking disaster.

All commercials ruined.

I've been screaming
at everybody the whole morning.

OK, guys, back up.

I got

to call this in.

A historical landmark has been trashed.

What?

Yeah, whatever.

That's I got to shut
this place down.

I catch these guys on the prosecutor
for vandalism.

God again.

Theft.

Because there was an axe
on that wall I was going to use.

It's gone.

Come to right mark or resolve prices
without a fucking axe.

My commercial's ruined.

You look relieved, yeah.

Tired of pretending like
everything's normal

when it's not?

Hey, Jess, I want things
to go back to normal too.

That's why this year is going to be
everything the last year

was supposed to be.

Having another sale like nothing
happened doesn't change anything,

it just ignores it.

As usual, we can have
one moment alone.

Hey.

I'm good, very good.

How are things going?

Jessica?

Dude, they're amazing.

She invited me into the parade
to be on the float,

and then I scored an invite
to Thanksgiving

dinner with her family
at her house.

I feel like I'm in.

Bobby Goes to Her is the best thing
that ever happened to me.

Nicely played.

This good

party, but that is where
you want to be.

You look like you enjoy
alcohol and drinking,

so you're going to want
to come down to

the McCarty party.

25 whole dollars.

Hey, you guys want to take us
to McCarty party?

He's charging this year.

Yeah, he's been watching
a lot of Shark Tank.

Dude thinks
he's Mark Cuban.

No thank you.

Selling alcohol to teens
isn't exactly disrupting.

No, but it is a recession
proof business.

Let me know if you guys
want tickets.

You're selling it quick.

How about you finish
my fucking history paper

and then we'll talk tickets?

Sure, you're an asshole.

Be nicer

to

him.

I paid him to have
a pretty decent sum of money,

but I can't write papers.

Inflatable ball at the same time.

You're kidding.

Shit, he's back.

But why didn't he come talk to you?

I don't know.

I haven't talked to him like a year.

That's definitely him.

I don't think so.

The table is set.

This is weird, I

know.

It's good to think
he has no followers.

Oh, it's a table.

We're all tagged.

Ryan's here.

Can you at least try and seem
like you're not a Dick?

I'm nice to him.

OK, Ryan's fine.

He just

he's harmless like an NPC.

But he messes
with the group dynamic.

I just have nothing
to talk about with the guy.

It's just like
he's kind of boring.

Well, maybe if you've made
a bit of an effort.

I mean, he's a good guy.

He hasn't just ghosted me yet,
so he's front runner.

Hey, how you doing?

Hello.

Hi, God, happy to see you.

Venture paper.

Barely.

I just started another one today
and I got.

I'm gonna just,
I'm gonna be swamped until Christmas.

Let's just say
that that's crazy, bro.

Excuse me?

This isn't right now, honey.

You actually have to wait
your turn here.

She told you she's in trouble.

So what are you guys doing
for the Pats Steelers game?

Probably watching my place.

That sounds fun.

You can totally do that.

Or?

You could watch it with me
on the 50 yard line.

Bro, are you serious?

Yes,

Sir.

Are you chefs ready to order?

Yes.

Can I do the vanilla?

All right.

You want Jimmy'z on it.

Garlic nuts.

This isn't Papa Gino's kids.

Good.

What's up?

Here we go here with the.

Oh my God.

Cover that body, cover that up.

Hey.

Yo, Jacob.

Step in my office.

Those are the shades.

I had a late night.

What

were you doing?

Well, I had two essays
to write.

Look, you up next week.

You said that last month.

Yeah.

Miss Barr's better eat
this shit up, OK?

Trust me, Evan, She could never
knit better herself.

OK.

Good man, Brainiac.

Fuck.

John Carpenter tag us again.

Look.

Oh my God.

These seats are for us.

Our names are at the table.

Sure.

What happened?

Is this killing connected
to what happened at Right Mark,

when we get this push back

a little bit, am I working
on anything?

You

guys are going through
security footage inside?

Any of these guys out of the

way?

Pete, I found this
with a killer programme.

What is

this?

I think it's a brick.

Or Pete's is a brick.

Right.

But Valve, you've meant
to take The Chew.

Yeah.

Oh yeah.

Yeah, we met.

Come take a look at this.

We got the killer on security jam,

and you're not going to believe
what he's wearing.

Cameras at right mark call the same guy.

Lower your legs
under the sign from the roof

just like you said, Sheriff.

Everyone in town is one of them.

Jess, you know me.

I will not be bullied
by some freaking lunatic.

The store is staying open
and I'm hiring after security.

But honey, I need you to get
to the Sheriff's Office now.

I know.

We're going now.

He's hiring additional security
but not closing the store, correct?

That would make sense.

Wait, wait, are you serious?

Did your dad not see
this guy tagged us?

Is he waiting for us to be
on a fucking display

in front of his store?

I'm asking him

right now.

Why the fuck not?

You're going to tag me?

I'm going to send
that motherfucker.

DM, come get me, please.

Please just hold off, OK?

It's a murder case
in my dad's store.

We can't just fuck around.

Fuck around and find out.

Fuck around and find out.

See what happens.

Come on, Princess.

I wouldn't hit you.

How much paperwork the cops
would make me feel out.

McCarty, are you back
to finish 10th grade?

I just thought, you know,
in light of the current situation,

you might want a little

protection,

courtesy of my old man's store
and Cardi.

Only you would have the balls
to sell guns at a high school.

I should kick your ass right here.

Come on.

Mark Cuban would think
I'm a fucking genius.

Everyone gets a gun.

Problem solved.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Easy.

Scooby Snacks.

Jesus.

I'm only kidding.

I want to sell guns to kids.

I'm selling alcohol and right now

I got to meet that little fathead Jacob

to sell some

small Makati party tickets.

Sales are going through the roof.

No one's coming to that.

You guys should come.

It's the only place in town
you won't get killed.

I could really use your help,
Jessica.

OK, what can I do?

We've exhausted pretty much every resource
to identify people,

but anyone involved with

that night could be
in serious danger.

I knew I shouldn't have
let them in the store.

Detective, can you give us a moment?

Yes.

If you look closely,
you can see

all our names in

and then it's kind of blurry.

It says SCUBA.

Why do they call you Scuba?

My last name is Darby.

What's your first name?

Claude.

Yeah,

Scoop is better, Jessica.

I don't know what happened
with those cameras last year,

but at this point I don't care

because I understand you're
in a difficult situation.

But I know you want
to do the right thing.

So if you know something,

anything that can help us
with the information on that night,

I promise I'll keep it between.

Because this is a matter
of life and death.

Justin.

Sorry, at the cap yesterday.

No, I got in this morning.

You're working for your uncle again.

I'm helping out while
I'm in town.

Well,

sure.

I'll see you around.

Hey, just wait.

I'm sorry.

Can I walk with you?

I mean, you ghosted me.

You were on social media.

You deleted every trace of yourself.

I ghosted everybody.

I'm not everybody.

It was your girlfriend.

I blamed you for what happened to me,

and instead of just telling you about it,

I vanished

like a Dick.

I feel so stupid now,
but I just.

Bobby, I feel horrible.

If I didn't let you guys in,
no, don't, don't.

It was my decision.

I could have stayed outside.

Thankful.

How's your

arm?

I mean, rehab is going great,

so might get back up
to full speed pitching again,

Golden

Arm?

Yeah, that's good.

I'm happy to hear it.

Hey.

Where is it?

Hi,

I'm still your friend.

You can trust me.

That night, after the trampling,

Kathleen was in a panic,

ranting about bad publicity

and getting sued,

and

she went into the security room
and deleted all the footage.

She asked me not to say anything
and I didn't stop her.

There's nothing you can do about it now,
so it's the thing.

Maybe there is.

Look, there's a backup system
at my house in my dad's office,

Jess, that that's probably

long gone.

It stores the footage for a year.

Well, then tell your dad
you need it.

And then, given the circumstances
he brought with the lawsuits.

No way.

He's pretending like
it doesn't exist.

What do you want to do?

I want to see what's on it.

Thanks for talking.

Yeah, it was really nice.

I don't

know.

Don't turn around.

It's Ryan Baker.

I'll get rid of him.

Hi, how you doing?

Hi.

Yeah, yeah, fine.

Did you give your statement?

Yeah, I did, but they were just looking
to identify people

and I didn't know anybody

subscribe.

Didn't have much to offer.

How you doing, Bobby?

Well, I'm sorry to break up
this reunion,

but Bobby,

can I see you in my office?

This is new.

Yeah, well, it's changed since you left.

Looks like it.

Let's get out of here.

Still no suspects in the brutal murder

of local waitress Lizzie McMullen.

Authorities have no clues

other than cryptic social media posts,

leaving many residents

to wonder who will be
the next victim of John Carter.

How you doing?

Buddy, Daddy's going
on a little vacation, all right?

Go down to the Dominican Republic
and Jeannie

is going to come down here.

All right.

You just chill, buddy.

Fuck it.

Hey, yeah,

yeah, man, I see you.

I got a fucking flight.

I'll be there in a minute,
all right?

Jesus.

All right, buddy.

Fucking passport.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Show yourself.

I'm a security guard.

I kill people every fucking day.

Hey, I'm not scared of you, buddy.

Don't fuck with me.

Let's fucking go.

Do we?

Do we?

Where is he?

Where is he?

Tell daddy where he is doing.

Hi, Mom.

Claimed his second victim

was crazy confident.

He's been a considerable amount
of time and energy setting this up,

but none of this

works unless he has a private location
where he's taking the victims.

He's powering off his phone
so we can't track him on the move.

He's taking the picture

and then uploading it
from another location.

We have one bit of physical evidence

that leads us to Cottage Park.

Affected immediately.

We're searching every inch of it.

Hey.

Oh, hi, Dad.

I've been thinking a lot
about what you said.

You know, after mom died,

the only thing that I could do
to survive was work,

because it's all I know.

At.

Doesn't fill the void.

So when I met Kathleen,
I felt alive again.

I was willing
to just overlook all flaws,

and it might have

been at your expense.

And I just want to say.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Love

you.

You find anything?

Yeah.

Let's go

visit.

Nothing.

Let's just go.

I know this kid, Lionel.

He goes to our school.

He's always the Turkey
in the parade.

And I know that.

Right.

He goes to Hanover S haven't
punched him, remember?

Yeah.

He's the one who started the riot.

He had the bullhorn.

I think his name is Larry Herlani
or something,

and she's probably
a cheerleader.

That's great, Bobby.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Hey, what?

There's one more.

That's Ryan Baker.

You didn't know anyone
other than his roommate.

And that's Doug, the God
that got crushed to death.

Jessica did.

I never mentioned to you
that he knew, Duck,

because that certainly wasn't
in a statement.

May not be anything to him.

Be careful who you trust,
both of you.

Don't worry.

Don't take care of Ryan Two days,
you're not taking care of anything.

He just said it could be nothing.

If I see Ryan, I'll act
like nothing's weird for you.

You should get back this week,
but stay alert.

That's why I won't be celebrating
Thanksgiving this year or anything.

Thank you, Chad.

That was very inspiring.

Next up.

Mr Fletcher, School Fletcher.

The piece that I have written.

Is titled The Wampanoag

and the Native American Side
of Thanksgiving by Evan Fletcher.

Well, today, Thanksgiving is one
of our nation's favourite holidays.

It has a very different meaning for.

For the Wampanoag,
Thanksgiving

is a day of mourning.

That was beautiful, Evan.

I enjoyed hearing you read it.

As much as I enjoyed writing
it for my blog.

I'm going to kill
that little last one.

If it makes you feel any better,

you'd probably be killed

before you get suspended for

pleasures.

Good luck.

Something joke about that.

Yeah, my bad.

You're right.

Plagiarism.

Serious.

Two days ago.

Is there a reason?

Yeah, there's a reason
I never bought rides.

Mr Perfect Routine.

Yeah.

I mean, how do you know
a random security guard?

And why would he not tell anybody?

I don't know.

Doug just moved here.

He was a new guy.

This guy have any family
in Plymouth?

I think his family's
in Nebraska.

I don't.

I don't.

Wait for a second.

It was Ryan.

Just makes sense.

He's too nice.

OK, let's not be naive here.

I mean, the nicest guys
are the most psycho.

They're just better
at hiding it.

God, what is wrong with me?

It's not you.

I

feel like I can't trust anybody.

You're probably right.

I mean us.

That's

all we got right now.

And yes, I am excluding Bobby.

Bobby,

Bobby would never.

I told you he was doing great.

No, you told us.

He told you he was doing great.

That's different
than he's doing great.

For all we know,
he's not even at school

and he's driving around
that tow truck full

time.

Why?

Why are we even talking about them?

It's got to be Mitch.

I mean, he's obsessed
with the store.

His wife just died
and he hates us.

That's right.

Yo, that guy's up to his eyeballs
and motive.

And he drives a van.

The official transportation choice
for paedophiles,

kidnappers, rapists, murders.

You're right.

You're right.

Like a coach, Engel says.

The best defence
is a good offence.

Me and you, we go after them,

fuck them up one by one

and then we'll get some, get some

help from, hey, this

is not a game, OK?

These are not some Hanover kids.

Can we just let
the police handle it up?

We're in deep shit here.

We let the police handle it.

We're all going to end up 50% off.

You going to answer it?

No.

It's Feds.

You're on the right,
Mark Mayflower.

Never.

Bobby boy Forgotten and

not gone.

Forgotten.

It feels like I never left.

You in the brain now?

Yeah, just asked me.

No one was right, you know,
A lot has changed since you left.

Maybe not as much as you think.

What's that supposed to be?

I just mean I'm helping
with the parade again.

You know, if you weren't leaving
in a few days,

I would knock your teeth out.

Oh, leave him.

Who says I'm leaving?

You fucking pussy.

You fucking want.

Let's fucking go.

One more one there

you fucking go.

Nice.

The fuck's going on here?

Come on, Hanover.

Like a Turkey tomorrow.

What?

Let's go.

Harder.

Harder.

One more time.

Fuck yeah.

Look at this couple

girl.

Nice, nice, nice form there.

You guys keep going, OK?

Neil Murphy does this.

All right, you're in charge.

Sorry.

Where the fuck
are we going?

To strip the worst friend,
no sex.

Just a little.

So.

You're fucking crazy,
you know that?

Are you

ready?

Are you sure?

Hear me.

Fucking cancel.

What the fuck?

You can't cancel my game.

You heard the man.

Let's go, Fletcher.

Game's getting rescheduled.

Let's get changed.

Reschedule.

Until when?

True.

And I'm going to be fucking
graduated by them, bro.

Where are you going?

I'm going to go play.

That's what I'm going to do.

Dude.

You can't play football
a little dumb ass.

Watch me.

Wonderful, McKay.

What the fuck
are you doing?

I was just going to fire it off
if they won the game.

It's just fucking gunpowder.

It's all right, Solar Sheriff.

My kids are fucking idiot.

He's a fucking goober, Chef.

Get in the car.

Keep

those things.

I can't even smell
the powder my dad made me do.

Took it so seriously.

He insisted I learned
how to pack it.

Made me do it over
and over again.

Almost blew up in my hand.

You should go home, Gabby.

Maybe go find out and get
him out of here.

I heard they found blood.

Yeah, the people missing
are at the right.

Mom, you stay together,
or at least in Bayes.

OK.

OK.

Yeah, I'll go get them.

OK, I'll meet you inside.

Hey, I can leave you guys.

Let's go back together.

We'll be right back.

That's weird.

Gab.

Gabby.

Gabby.

I.

Did you notice anything?

Enough.

He was dressed
as a Pilgrim.

Any other John Carver mask on?

OK, just think it's about the details,
small mistakes.

That's how they get caught.

I'm sorry.

I always saw him for a few seconds
and it's OK.

Don't be sorry.

OK?

OK.

We'll get you home.

You're doing great.

OK.

Thank you.

Fine.

That's good.

I'm going to get you guys home soon.

We'll get out of here.

Hey, Bobbys coming.

Hey, it's OK.

Thanks my

girlfriend.

Jess can't wait for me.

Did you see

him?

You okay?

He came after me
but I got away.

That's been happening
a lot here recently.

I wonder why?

OK, you want to tell us
about your little buddy,

the security guard?

I'm sorry.

Stop lying to her, man.

Just like how you lied to the cops

going to the corner huddle together.

I'm sorry, are you talking
about the security guard

from from right Mark?

Doug.

We have proof
it's on video.

You are a fucking idiot, man.

I honestly hope you make a better picture
than you do a detective.

No.

I walked off with him
because we were getting addies.

That's why Scott was there.

I was just growing up with him
because I didn't know the hookup.

Add.

Adderall.

Yes, Adderall.

That is what smart kids do so we can get
into Ivy League schools

and guys like you can

tell our portions.

Get home, both of you.

I didn't say the fuck away
from the parade tomorrow.

I see you.

The one of you on the street.

I'm gonna hire

both day.

He just

came at me.

Stop.

I can't believe you two
my friends be dead.

You can't believe
you're bolstered aside.

I don't want to see either of you.

OK, get out.

Get it

out.

Shit.

Julia.

Ilya can't.

Tell

me

where we're going, Florida.

He's just taking her to Florida.

I don't know.

That's about as much of a conversation
I've ever had with the guy.

What

happens, right?

The police ain't doing shit.

Let's go.

Where are we going?

Ladies and gentlemen,

another satisfied customer, Jacob,

get him a T-shirt.

I ain't no money my house.

Hey, listen, I just want to know
if it's worth it before we pay.

I mean, I heard this party
isn't even all that.

So listen, kid.

Sometimes things end up much better
than you'd expect.

All right,

think of it this way.

When Black Sabbath fired
Ozzy in 79,

you would have figured it
was all fucking over at

the end of an era.

But then along comes Ronnie James

Dean.

All 5 foot, nothing of them.

The evil little elf.

And he brought a magic to that band
that they hadn't seen in years.

Who's Black Sabbath?

Get the fuck off my property.

I just want to know.

Cock sucker.

Jacob VIP upstairs now, all right.

Watch out, this kid's
been here for two days.

Drank too much white Zinfandel.

Welcome to the Death Star.

This is where the magic happens.

Jacob VIP is closed.

You're

on door patrol.

You get caught with any of this shit,
you're on your own.

Jesus scuba.

What

about this?

That's mainly for taking down angry

Grizzlies in the Alaskan wilderness

or brain eating

zombies in a post apocalyptic America.

All right, let me show you something
far more reasonable.

44 Magnum a classic.

Plus you get bonus points
if you make a Dirty Harry style

comment when you blast it.

McCarty do you have
any human size guns?

Maybe?

All right.

SIG 226 It's a short recall operated
lock bridge pistol.

Decent stopping power.

You'll want to use this.

Keep the safety on unless you want
to blow your nuts off.

What about you?

Right, man?

I fired a musket once.

It almost killed me.

Yeah, those things are fucked.

Let me show you something.

Check this out,

Alan.

In a surprise, huh?

Put out your belt and you stick them
right in the gut.

We got all sorts
of tactical shit.

It's yours if you want

it.

I'm, I'm good.

Scuba will be with me
in his arms, so all right.

OK.

How are you doing?

Yeah, anytime.

All right.

Thanks.

Bye, bye.