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This body is connected

to the veterinarian, Peter Waits,

who's also connected to Wade Thompson.

Everyone in this town is connected in one way or another.

I'm headed to bury Pete.

Do what you need to do and you bring Tommy in today.

It's all there, we did it.

The plan worked.

You are a 21st century drug star.

I am sorry.

Take the body, dump it in the river.

Don't you fuck it up.

There are killers here

and you going to Wade doesn't change any of that.

You owe me.

I saved your life.

What we did, Hank, 'we' did.

You got to walk away from it. Why didn't I get to walk away?

Very interesting visit today

from that cop's wife, Julie Roland.

She told me her husband's lifelong friend

is our missing smuggler, Tommy Hawley.

Get inside his house and see if you can find my product.

Hello?

Shh...

Ready?

Okay.

Hey, buddy.

Well, this is Silas,

he's outta New York, we worked together before.

They're killing connected guys now. Nobody's off limits.

This is fucking stupid.

Forget all this, let me take you in.

Let me get you protection.

Nah, man, they'll find me. Eventually.

And what if your plan fails and I go to jail?

Fuck, man, I'm a fish in a barrel. They'll fucking kill me.

Or they'll kill Liv to fucking get to me.

Or they'll find out you and I have a connection

and they'll come after you. What if you're family's

at home when they come after you?

Do I really need to paint this picture for you, Hank?

So, here's what I'm thinking.

Silas and me, we got the same build kinda,

we got the same skin color, ish,

you see where I'm going with this?

- No, yeah, no. - You know where

I'm going with this, okay? So if I

show up dead then, you know?

There's no reason to come after me or anybody else.

What about the drugs?

What about the fucking drugs?

What about the drugs?

If I'm dead...

...right? Then...

You know, the trail goes cold.

You know, they give up and we can-we can end this tonight.

Don't make me do this, Tommy.

Don't make me do this, Tommy. - Look, look, look.

- Please. - We take away...

...everything that makes this body appear to be Silas, right?

So, we chop off his hands,

- Oh, fuck. - his feet,

we pull out his teeth, we bash his fucking face in.

So they can't identify anything,

except for what we want them to identify.

- Tommy, please. - Listen...

Hank, if we can pull this off...

you know, and really convince them, then...

What?

...then, I'll leave, alright?

For good.

Take whatever you want. I don't care.

Whatever you're looking for,

just untie me and I'll get it for you.

Jewelry, or whatever.

Anything.

Aye, aye.

Yes.

What?

Dirty bastard.

Hey, asshole.

Hey, did you tell her?

Uh, no, I haven't told her all of it.

Some, some stuff...

Is that a dead guy?

Did you tell the guests to leave?

I told them there was a bedbug breakout.

Now, what the fuck is going on?

Uh, we're gonna chop up his body and fake my death.

This is fucked.

Yeah, you try telling him that.

I agree, it's fucked.

I'm not arguing with anybody, it's fucked!

You should arrest him.

Yes! I could have.

Instead, you two brought your bullshit here.

Fucking men,

I'm fucking telling you.

Police.

Erica.

Yeah, I was close by.

What happened?

Are you-are you okay?

Okay.

Shh, shh, it's okay.

I'm here.

Okay. Let's go inside.

Another sell.

Hmm, well, keep them coming, Comic Boy.

I might crash.

No, no, we need to leave.

Let's repackage the rest and... we can ship them from the road.

We need to get the fuck outta the islands.

Uh-huh, people need sleep, Miles. That's science.

You can sleep in the car. I'll drive.

You don't have a license.

Alright, if it's our last night here

and I have to stay up...

Really?

What? Do you want this packed up or not?

Oh, my God. One bump's not gonna do anything.

Just...

...just take it easy.

Henry, where are you?

Where are you?

Call me back, please.

Did he say anything?

Tied me up and started looking around.

Did he take anything?

I don't think so.

Except for the nail I put into his face.

You shot him with the nail gun?

Yeah.

Good for you.

I'm glad I was around the corner when the call came in.

What's this?

I... hit him with it.

A boxing trophy?

You know what? Let me...

let me try calling him.

This is not too late. We can stop all this--

Yeah, but this is the only way

I know that I can actually get away

and nobody else gets hurt. Okay?

Contrary to popular belief,

I actually think

about other people sometimes.

Hey, Erica, I can't talk.

I'm with Julie-- Henry.

Henry, where are you?

What-what-what's wrong?

Someone broke into the house, they tied me up.

What?

What if Adam was home?

Are you hurt?

No. No, no, I'm fine. I just--

Alright, stay. You stay right there, I'm coming to you.

God, no. No, no, no. I can't stay here another minute.

Where are you?

Fuck.

Um...

yeah, well, I'm working.

At the Heron.

I-I don't understand. Why are you at Liv's motel?

Just-you stay there. I will come to you.

I can't stay here another minute.

Tell Liv that I need a room

and if you wanna join me when I get there, great.

Everything okay?

Huh? No.

They came to my house.

Who?

I was with Ruby at Pete's...

memorial and there was a guy there,

clearly connected me, and you, and Pete.

They came to my house. They came to my house.

So...

Put this fucker in the bathtub.

- Yeah - In the bathtub!

That's what I'm talking about. Hank? Let's go.

Let's go, Hank.

You ready?

No.

Where you gonna go?

Hmm, haven't thought that far ahead.

Can you even fake your own death now?

I mean, with phones and the internet? Have you

thought about what you're gonna do for money?

I can float you enough money to get you set up.

Are you even a cop anymore?

You ever been to New Orleans?

Huh? Food, music?

Don't.

Don't! Ask me to leave for you.

Don't ask me to give up my whole life.

Because...

you fucked up. Like, I--

Okay, they came to my house, Liv.

If they're willing to go that far...

they'll come after you, alright?

If she doesn't wanna go, you'll make her go, okay?

You just make sure she's safe. Nothing happens to her.

Oh-ho, what a fucking gentleman.

Hmm.

You're never gonna stay quiet.

They're gonna find you.

Wherever you end up too.

Well, I don't know if you've heard, babe, but...

Tommy Hawley died tonight.

Alright.

What are you gonna do with the money?

Yeah, I don't know.

I'm not really thinking of anything other than surviving.

Why? What are you thinking?

I thought... maybe I'd go to Dollywood.

Just be tacky as hell

for a few days, you know?

Pink cowboy hat. - Mm-hmm.

Matching nails, but...

...I don't know, it's stupid.

No, it sounds fun.

Yeah, well...

I've been looking for fun my whole life, but

that's just not how things are, is it?

It's just... all this death.

Where's this coming from?

My mom...

was from this small town in BC.

She said that the mountains can make you forget

anything needing forgetting.

Maybe I'll go there.

Quiet.

Beautiful.

Would-would you wanna go some place like that?

With me?

- Ruby-- - I get it.

As soon as this is over

you don't want anything to do with me.

No, no, no. I didn't say that.

I just...

I don't know. I just never really saw myself leaving.

Like, my dad's shop is like my favorite place in the world.

I think you can do a lot more

than run a comic book shop.

Miles...

Oh, shit! I...

Ruby, I just don't think we should...

I need some air.

Miles... I...

Okay, get fucked tooth...

Oh, fuck. It's like pulling, well, you know.

You wanna give it a go?

No. It's your mess.

You know, it wasn't your fault, Henry.

Listen, we need to bury him somewhere...

It's shallow, but not obvious, right?

We gotta get some guy

to find him out when he's walking his dog, or whatever.

With a little labradoodle in athleisure wear.

I'll be first on the scene.

I'll push through the paperwork, but...

we need something that's definitely you.

We already have your prints.

You're not talking about my fingers.

Tom, Jesus... Yeah, no, I'm talking-

Yeah, no, what do you think? It's-it's 'your' mess.

- Jesus, it's my fingers, man! - Tommy!

It's 'your' mess!

Hank, these are my fingers.

Here, yeah, cool. We'll cut off my fingers.

I'm not cutting off your fingers! I said

nothing about me cutting off your fingers!

Come on, man! Pulling teeth is one thing,

you want me to chop off my own fucking finger?

You do it!

It's a great idea, Hank!

Are there other options?

Remember when I lost my tooth?

- Maybe that'll do. - No.

I lost a tooth. When I went to jail,

they gave me another implant. Will that work?

I mean, if-if there's a serial number on it.

Yeah, we can, yeah. No, that-that would work.

But look, come on, man. We gotta...

If we find the wrong person to get the autopsy done,

they are gonna fucking realize that it's a plant.

Hank...

Not cutting off my finger.

You feel this?

I don't like it.

Just rinse it. I'm gonna go have a smoke.

Fuck.

No way.

Uh, that's mine.

Yeah... I'm just looking at it.

I need it back.

- You need it back? - Yeah.

What if I just take it from you? Hmm?

This is Star Gnome 54.

I used to have the same issue when I was a kid.

I'll give you 10 bucks for it.

You know what? Uh...

Never mind, just, you keep it.

You're gonna let me walk all over you like that?

No, I just...

I don't want a problem.

I'm not a problem.

Okay, random question,

do you know a guy named Sam King?

You look just like him.

Yeah, that's my dad.

Seriously?

Man, I used to be at his store, uh, what was it called?

Uh, Black... - Dark.

- Dark Meta Comics. - Yeah.

- I was there every Wednesday. - Really?

Every Wednesday.

He would've liked hearing that.

Is he dead?

Yeah.

Shit, man, I'm sorry.

Man...

I used to steal so much from him.

What I did, you know, it was shitty, sure, but

we were poor.

No, that was my only escape.

He probably knew.

He was just giving them to me if I just asked.

He was a great guy.

Thanks.

So, you runnin' shit now? Did he give you the store?

Uh, he left me debt.

And a partner.

Hmm. Don't talk to me about partners, man.

I wish I was like...

Star Gnome. Just disappear and reappear somewhere else.

You know, just fresh start?

Nah, he...

...he tried that once, remember?

In, um...

- Mutant Womb. - Mutant Womb, yeah.

I mean, the whole point was

wherever you go, there you are, you know? Yeah.

Yeah...

Yeah.

Yeah...

You took more from that than I did.

That's depressing.

But, there's a lesson in that, I guess.

Shows you what's worth fighting for

and what we can walk away from.

Thank you.

Hey, what's your name, King?

Uh, Miles.

I'm Tommy.

I don't understand why he's there.

I thought he would be with my dad.

You don't know?

He's at her motel.

Her?

Liv.

You know, I...

I do my best and I,

look, I know it's real, I know that he loves me.

And us...

Sometimes, I...

Is he having an affair?

There's no chatter at the station.

I mean, if there's smoke, there's chatter.

God, I don't know what it is.

I don't know, I mean, he's not himself lately, and...

and I trust him, but Liv?

They go back. You know?

Henry's not exactly who you think he is.

He was from the bad side of town.

Right. Right.

Um, the boxing club,

the one that he won the trophy at, was that like,

a youth outreach thing?

Yeah, you could say that.

David Fernsby, the guy who ran it, he was-

everybody loved him in this town.

And that guy, the coach,

he set Henry on the straight and narrow?

No, that was my dad who changed Henry.

Coach Fernsby, Jesus, ghost story.

Is he still on the islands?

No idea.

I don't know. He just-just kinda vanished.

Sorry, this is all probably a lot that you have

absolutely no interest in hearing.

The truth is, Henry is perfect.

Perfect.

He stepped out for a minute.

You think he's coming back?

50-50.

I guess there's no talking you outta this.

You wanna talk me out of it?

Well, he listens to you.

What?

He does.

I've tried, Liv.

I did.

I know, I just...

Just wish there was something else.

It's okay.

I guess I am... I should've listened to you.

Oh, my God. Can you say that again?

I said, I... should've listened to you, Hank.

Hey, hey.

He's gonna be okay.

I know.

He will be, I know. I just, um...

Where does that leave me?

Need a couple minutes?

Seriously...

You know, what?

You wanna buy your dad's store? I-I like it. I mean,

I still think that we need to lie low

at the perfect resort in Mexico and spend

lots of money on massages,

but, but after that, what do you think?

Assistant manager? - I don't know.

You really think you could stay here your whole life?

Well, at least, I wouldn't have to be alone.

Ruby.

Do you wanna talk about it?

- What? - You kissed me.

No, I didn't. You did.

Okay, we don't have to talk about it...

Oh, my God. What?

This isn't the right time.

- What do you mean? - Your dad just died.

We're holed up in this shitty motel and...

it just isn't how I pictured it.

But you did picture it.

I never know what to expect from you.

Okay, so then just go with it--

No, I can't! I can't! You're not like, processing this.

And you're doing coke now?

So what if I wanna feel something different

for 30 seconds, you can't understand that?

I understand you, I do--

So then make me forget about everything.

That's what I want. And I know you want it too.

I see you. Looking at me.

Thinking about me.

I know this is all fucked up, but, but,

maybe that's our story.

I like you. Miles.

Like, I really like you a lot and-and I'm so sorry!

I'm so sorry that I brought you into all of this, but,

but what if it's fate, or whatever?

You know? Like, like, I was talking about that comic

when we met? The Blue Beetle.

And then-and then we got into Steve's car and it's-it's...

Miles, Miles...

Ruby? Wha--

I-I don't feel good.

No, no, no. You're okay. You're okay, you're okay.

Oh, God.

Umm... okay...

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I need help, I think Ruby OD'ed.

On what?

Just-just come. Henry said you'd help us out.

Okay, calm down. I need to know

what she took if I'm gonna help you.

Just... coke. Just a little bit of coke.

Where'd she get that?

Just-do you have something or not?

Um... okay, listen.

Take this. Fill it up with ice near the vending machine

and I'll meet you in there, okay?

Yeah, okay.

Okay.

Ruby? Ruby.

You with us?

Okay.

She's burning up.

This will bring her heart rate down, but...

She's gonna need to cool off.

Come on, let's put her in the tub

Okay. You're okay, Ruby. There's someone here to help.

Alright. Count of three.

- Mm-hmm. - Yup.

- You count. - Yeah.

One. - Uh-huh.

Two. Mother bitch!

That works.

And there.

Yeah.

- That'll do. - Uh-huh.

Okay, Miles. Little more, please.

Okay.

Okay...

Just a little bit of coke?

It's okay.

Her temperature's coming down.

Her pulse is regulating. - Mm-hmm.

Just give it like, five more minutes

and then take her out okay? - Yeah.

Can you lean further over the table?

You're gonna get blood on the carpet.

Go on, let me look.

Aww, that's fucking pathetic.

She shot me in the face with a fucking nail gun!

Yeah, but I mean, it's the cop's wife.

It wasn't even a cop.

Alright, hold on.

Ready?

Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!

Yeah.

It's the middle of the night.

Hi, May, it's Liv from the motel.

Oh, hello, Liv from the motel.

I have something you may be interested in.

Fuck.

Alone?

Yeah, I understand.

Alright. I'll be back in a jiffy.

Clean yourself up. Don't be such a fucking baby.

I think I just got our drugs back.

Okay. You're almost there.

You're, almost there.

Put her right, okay.

How did she seem to you?

Uh... alive.

Okay.

You think she's here.

Hello?

Oh, hi.

Julie, old friend.

Sign out front clearly says no vacancy.

Where's Henry?

He said it was a police matter.

I need to see him, Liv.

Okay.

Here.

Room six.

Wait in there and I'll bring him to you.

What do you mean you'll bring him to me?

Listen.

He said he was in the middle of something, okay?

Something important. So, yeah.

I'm gonna bring him to you. Got it?

Oh, God.

Hey, Hank, I could use a hand in here.

Alright. - Oh, never mind. Found one.

Oh, fuck off, Tommy!

Your wife's here. Shit.

With another cop.

- Shit! - Fuck.

- They're in room-- - What's going on?

- Julie-- - No. No, no, no.

I want answers now. I've been calling you nonstop.

Who's in the bathroom?

Nobody. It's work.

It's work! It's-- - No!

I'm coming in.

Hey, Jules.

Long time.

Hey, you guys look good together.

Jesus Christ.

Hey, we're gonna get you a room.

Get you a room. Alright, I'm-I'm almost done.

Are you about done

with this bullshit?

Um... yeah.

Almost. - Tommy, please...

Everything's gonna be fine.

Everything's gonna be fine, okay?

Fine, you're great, you're amazing.

I have to get this done, okay?

Bye, bye, bye.

Hey, alright. So, listen, I gotta...

gotta make sure that I finish this tonight, but...

once I do,

it'll be done.

I understand, Henry, but...

Yeah?

You should've told me.

I couldn't.

I... okay.

How is she doing?

Well, I mean, she's putting on a brave face, but... yeah.

Someone broke into your home

and she shot them with a nail gun.

Yeah.

Yeah. - Yeah.

So, this is where you've been keeping your, uh...

informant? - Mm-hmm.

Can I meet him?

He's not here.

Hmm? Where is he?

He got spooked.

Thought that someone knew he was here, I said...

I told him to come back here and he went radio silent.

You think they got him?

I hope not.

Listen, it's...

it's late. You should go home. Go to bed, get some sleep.

I-I'll catch up in the morning.

Okay.

Yeah, you know what? I think I'm gonna stick around.

- Okay. - Just in case...

just in case he shows up.

Uh-huh?

Yeah.

Uh, Erica? Um...

you helped Julie...

get out of the house and you kept your calm.

Thank you.

You got a tough one.

Yeah. You have no idea.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

The innkeeper.

You called about a spot of powder?

Yeah.

One second.

Is that yours?

Listen, coke's not really my vibe, but...

I can tell when something's held to a higher standard

and this stuff is, uh...

not the fentanyl cut shit

that Gerbino was running down the river. This is

This is different.

Mm-hmm. Where'd it come from?

A friend.

And no, not Tommy in case you're wondering.

This blow's in the islands now.

Which means Tommy didn't rip you off,

someone stole it from him.

And you stabbed him in the gut for that.

And who has it now?

Listen, you promise me

you're not gonna touch Tommy,

you're gonna leave us all alone,

and I'll get you your drugs back. Deal?

Tell you what, Liv,

I like this place.

It's discreet.

Clientele's built in.

Bit of a financial laundromat, frankly.

You want Tommy to walk, I can do that.

Some conditions.

He never sets foot on my territory again.

I want all my drugs back.

And I want the Heron.

Tommy?

Uh... May, what are you doing here?

I could ask you the same question.

Work.

Well, you are looking at the new owner...

...of the Heron, yeah.

You know, Liv?

- Yeah. - Hello.

So you just, um...

doing late night business deals?

We were supposed to meet earlier, but...

some things came up.

A whole bunch of them...

things. Anyway, thankfully,

May is patient and very understanding.

Hmm.

This place is gonna be a proper destination.

Gonna clear out those trees

so you can see the water. It's gonna be great.

Those trees are protected by conservation laws, actually.

- Are they? - Yeah.

Well, usually it's nothing that money can't fix.

I... um...

I should go.

Okay.

You wanna stay and have a drink?

Here?

Yeah, I mean, it's not that bad.

Come on. I'll just...

give a drink, I've got some whiskey and ice.

I'll even wash a glass for you.

Um...

one drink.

Yeah.

You sure you're okay?

I'm just peeing. Relax, Miles.

I'm not like an invalid or whatever.

You almost died.

Drugs.

Uh... Ruby?

Oh, my God. Can I wash my hands?

Oh. - Yeah.

Sit.

Come on.

Do you have any idea what it feels like when you disappear?

I should've been there.

I'm not talking about tonight.

I'm talking about the last few days.

You...

You're around, but you're not really there.

You think I don't pick up on that?

At least, now I know why.

He's got information, Jules.

Jules?

- Oh. - Now you're talking like him.

Are you okay?

Forget me.

Let's take a look at you.

Julie...

It's okay. It's fine. I handled it.

Yeah, you did.

With a fucking nail gun, you legend.

Next time you don't answer my calls...

Poof.

God, are you sure you can trust him?

I'm sure.

That I have it under control.

Okay?

But I gotta get back.

Where's the rest of it?

We sold it.

What do you mean, you sold it?

Like, we made some transactions--

I understand the basic concept.

But you clearly didn't do it on the islands,

otherwise you'd be at the bottom of the fucking river

instead of looking at me with those dumb looks on your faces.

How?

I... online.

What, like eBay?

Kinda.

Okay, no more cryptic shit.

How did Sam King's kid sell,

what? Three kilos of cocaine in a week?

- Hey, baby. - Hi.

- Hank's looking for you. - He can wait,

we're about to get a lesson in economics right now.

It might just be easier if I... show you.

Okay.

Okay.

Everything alright?

Yeah, sorry. It's just...

had a weird night.

Do you wanna talk about it?

Your weird night? I'm happy to listen.

I can't, I think I've told you too much already.

Oh, of course, not officially.

But we can talk about things as friends.

Right? Especially if...

the things are what's bothering us?

Here, I'll start.

You're freaking me out.

What, why?

You've been peering out that window

ever since we got in here.

Sorry.

Yeah, I know, I just, um...

What?

Tommy Hawley.

The person of interest I told you about, earlier?

He has connections to the Hawleybrook Estate.

Yeah, I know, his family built the place.

He also has connections to this motel.

A motel that you now own.

Oh...

Oh, I see.

Oh, I'm an idiot.

- What? - Erica, I...

I like these islands.

Right? I like this place.

Um... it's underdeveloped,

but I like the money that I've accrued

to do good things and I want to improve places like this.

I just follow patterns.

Oh...

stupid me.

You just came in here to follow leads, didn't you?

Or... I don't know, do you just wanna

dust for prints or whatever it is you do?

I'm gonna leave.

May, wait.

This is the dark web? Why does it look so shitty?

That's just what it looks like.

Okay.

What do you need the comics for?

Um...

a comic's value goes up depending on supply, right?

People read them and then throw them out a week or two later.

But older issues, valuable ones, they get found in basements

all the time and go back into the market place.

Okay?

They track the serial numbers for issues like these,

but there's lots that just get lost, so...

I make some up, apply value for a buyer

that's equal to the comic.

And that's how much coke they buy.

That sounds fucking pointless.

But we do it all in bitcoin, right, so...

I could just say we're selling off supply

from Dark Matter Comics.

Then I filter the money into the books.

So, you're laundering it?

As soon as it goes through it's just another sale for the shop.

You sold...

three kilos worth of cocaine using this?

In a week?

- Yeah. - Excuse me.

I think we fucking got something here.

Hmm?

I just made a deal with May.

We found the drugs, we have to--

Hmm? What the fuck do you mean, you made a deal with May?

Tommy, I'm saving your fucking life!

Okay? You're not gonna work with Hank.

You have to work with me.

I'm not working with anybody.

Can you sell more?

Yeah.

But there's... there's something wrong with... the coke.

I mean, Steve died from it.

Ruby just OD'ed. It's gotta be laced or something.

No, no. Dumbass, there's nothing wrong with the coke.

It's just pure.

Jesus, well, I have to tell the clients.

No, you have to raise your prices.

Okay, so this is your big idea, is it?

To sell coke

with a comic store clerk,

and Pete's daughter. Well, fucking great.

May's gonna kills us.

And she's gonna kill you, and she's gonna kill you,

and she's probably gonna kill me.

Well, she'd kill me anyway.

No...

Ruby?

Ruby.

Say something.

Uh... hi?

Just checking in. Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, good.

Great, great.

May I come in?

No. - Um...

Are you two busy in there?

Yeah, yeah.

Sorry...

That's...

That's fine. You just, um...

be safe and... hi, Miles.

Hi.

Okay.

You keep that website running.

And whatever bitcoin you get, you put them in my account, hmm?

- Okay. - Got it?

- Yeah. - Sound good?

Good.

Had to pick the lock.

Hmm.

Where'd you go?

You ever had to chop up a body before, Hank?

Fucking sue me if I need a breather, Jesus.

It's all done?

Mm-hmm.

You are witnessing the last moments

of Thomas Alphonse Hawley.

Are you good from here?

No rest for the wicked.

Yeah. Oh, fuck.

Okay, listen,

you gotta walk me through it again.

Alright.

I shove my tooth

as far as I can down Silas' throat.

Bash his face in,

throw his feet and his hands into the river,

burn him, bury him and then...

I'll disappear.

Um... do you know the dog park by the cove?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Yeah. Well, just go a little bit off the trail and...

dog'll find him eventually.

So that's it then, huh?

Congratulations, Thomas.

You're officially a dead man.

You take care.

Yeah.

Fuck, man.

What the fuck?

Dude, are you alright? I couldn't get through to you.

Duke's been with me all day.

Guy's a fucking maniac. He's been drinking since we met.

I mean, you're not helping me, blowing up my phone all day.

I bet that's real hard for you, Zeke.

Look, I only have a minute.

Duke wants me to take a sauna with him.

Oh, my.

Fuck off. Sweat off the toxins.

Yeah, look, if he's waiting for Bo and Silas

to come back home to papa, he's gonna be waiting a while.

She killed them.

Who? May?

Well, well, I-I don't know about Bo.

The chances are they're lights out, too.

She's fucking nuts. Are you sure she killed Silas?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm looking at his body right now.

Send me a picture, I'll show it to Duke.

Hmm, that's gonna be a problem.

Oh, shit. I gotta go.

Gotta go. - No, no, look, look.

If Duke's there just let me talk to him.

Okay, please, please, just let me talk to him.

like, I went back and I got more.