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Hey, there. Sorry to bother you, folks,

but, uh, we're looking for an individual.

Golden-brown complexion.

15 pounds.

No head.

I know where he is.

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

Now get in here.

I'm glad to see you finally out of your man cave.

Well, 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 would just be too depressing.

Wow.

You baked this?

Yeah, you know, for a single guy,

I know my way around the oven.

Ah... A guy in uniform who knows how to bake.

I have a feeling you're not gonna be single for long.

Come on. You remember my mom, right?

Hey, Mom, remember Eric? - Oh, hey.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Uh, do you want any or...? - No, no.

Jeans and a sweater?

You could at least make an effort.

Casual's more my thing, Kathleen.

Especially in my own house.

Don't you mean "our house" now?

- Hey, hey, hey, hey. - Hi, Dad.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Oh, thank God you're back, Thomas.

Thought we'd be eating a frozen turkey dinner.

This guy.

Sorry, Rob. Yeah, this is the first time

the store's open on Thanksgiving.

You know, we always do the, uh, midnight Black Friday,

but people were showing up at 6:00 p.m. anyway, so...

And you're a smart man, Thomas.

Yeah, well, credit my beautiful fiancée over there.

It was her idea.

Well, from what I've been hearing

about the turnout, it is going to be

a very happy Thanksgiving.

Here we go.

Oh, that's beautiful. Yes.

Mitch, we need your carving skills.

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

Oh, what? Thomas is not making you work.

Blame Bob. Apparently, he's AWOL.

Thomas called and said it's me working or I'm fired.

Oh, sorry, buddy.

Aw! 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.

Hey, Bon Jovi, why don't you get to the back

of the fucking line, okay? Yeah, suck my dick!

We were here first.

Hey, everybody.

Just fucking calm down.

Two hits. I hit you, you hit the ground, kid!

What the fuck?!

- Jesus, everybody, be patient! - Hey, fuck you!

Let us in, or you'll be a patient in Mass General.

What the fuck is wrong with you people?

Fucking funny, eh?

The store opens in ten minutes.

You'll get your waffle iron!

Xanax? No, you got a fire hose?

MAN Todd,

I need you at the register.

Thank you.

Bunch of goddamn morons.

When Kathleen sold my dad this house,

I didn't realize she was coming with it.

She'll never be able to replace your mom, Jess.

Yeah.

And look at it this way.

It was a quick engagement,

so hopefully it'll be a quick divorce.

Please, God.

Oh. Let's go.

Dad, we're going to the movies. Have fun. Uh, Bobby,

I want to hear about that 19-strikeout game

against UCLA, when you get back.

Deal, Thomas. Good night, everyone.

Scuba invited Yulia. He's into her.

Got it. I'll gas him up.

Okay.

Bobby. Bobby Boucher.

Bobby "Golden Arm" home for Thanksgiving,

and my ride or die, J-Money. What up, dawg?

I heard you're the new Friday Night guy.

Ah, I'd better be, with a 96-mile-per-hour fastball.

Evan, you are such a dick. What?

Yo, nice job beating Hanover.

Scuba, I heard you were unstoppable.

Thanks, man. It was a pretty good night

until Tyson Fury over here

almost got us locked the fuck up.

Why? What happened?

We got in a run-in with some drunk Hanover assholes.

Fuck Hanover. I popped one of them

in the eye, but this one was too busy

filming herself to get some fucking footage.

Shit would've broke the Internets.

You are lucky I didn't film that, okay?

It was, like, Waffle House-level cringe.

It was bad.

♪ Crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead... ♪

Fuck Hanover!

Fuck Hanover! Fuck Hanover!

Fuck Hanover!

This fucking traffic is ridiculous.

Oh, I can't handle this shit.

Yo.

Pit stop. I need a new phone.

Mine got fucking smashed in the fight.

We're not going to the store. It's a zoo.

Whoa, no, no, no, yes, we are,

'cause Evan owes me a new lipstick.

Thank you. Don't worry, don't worry...

What? BOBBY: Guys, I thought

we were going to the movies. Yeah, we-we are.

We are. How am I gonna text

during the movie without a phone?

Who are you texting?

♪ Oh... shit! ♪

♪ Oh, shit! ♪

Hey! Wrong way, asshole!

Hey!

♪ Oh, shit! ♪

♪ Oh, shit! ♪

Guys, we need to do this quick, okay?

- Five minutes. In and out. - Go, go.

Stealth mission, I promise.

You can't park your car here.

It's not a car, it's an SUV.

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

Please don't make me do this alone. I...

Bobby, can I get a selfie?

Hey, one-one second. I'll be right back.

Hey, man. What's up? Yo.

Bobby, Bobby, we have to move.

Yeah, yeah, one second, one second.

Bobby "Golden Arm," all-time record holder

for strikeouts at Plymouth East! Yes, sir.

Hey, Jess. Hey.

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

Yeah, you and me both.

Your dad's store is insane right now.

Look at all these people.

Um, sorry, Ryan, I-I have to

catch up with my friends. Oh, I'll walk you.

Come on. Come on.

So, uh, what are you doing Saturday night?

Going to the Cap with Bobby.

All right, well... Uh, excuse me...

I'm having a little get-together with my friends...

Excuse me... and, uh, you know, if you wanted to come by,

it's just gonna be like a couple people...

I can't. Bobby's only in town till Monday, so...

You should just swing by early.

We could, like, play some drinking games,

have a good time, you know. I got some kegs.

She's all set, Ryan. Come on. Let's go.

Excuse me.

Chill out, he's just helping.

Oh, what a gentleman.

Face it.

As long as Golden Arm's around, you're toast.

Scott. Scott. Burnt. Toast.

Shut the fuck up, Scott. Burnt soggy toast.

I love you, dude, but I'm gonna fucking kill you.

Mm, try your best.

Want to open that gate for us, gentlemen?

Excuse me, excuse me. Here, Amanda, get in here.

Oh, my God.

Good evening. Good evening, Sheriff.

Jesus Christ.

Fuck you.

This is insane.

Yeah. Let's go in the back. Okay.

Hey!

Hey, you! We got some unfinished business, you fuck!

Oh, fuck, that's the guy from Hanover I punched.

Fuck you!

Suck my cock!

Pussy.

Hey, fuck you!

Fuck your mom, fucking pussies!

Yo, Lonnie, where's your mom at? -Hey!

That's what I thought! Fuck your cousin,

your second cousin and fuck your dog!

Let's just get what you need and get out of here.

In and out, I promise.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Why are you fucking letting those fucking jerkoffs in there?

Hello? I fucking see you.

It's Thanks-fucking-giving!

It's an American holiday!

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

Where do you think it goes? - Sorry, Mitch.

Ten minutes, people. Please, come on.

Hi. Surprise. Hey.

Hey, babe. What are you doing here?

I came in with Eric.

I didn't want you to starve on Thanksgiving. Yeah.

I got a call on the radio

about needing some crowd control. Uh, yeah.

In fact, you should probably wait in here, okay?

Okay. Are you okay?

Yeah. We should... Yeah?

We should go. Be careful.

Fucking guy Lonnie's 30 years old.

Dude, he's just mad He got held back

I took his mom to prom. Two years

and she gave me a handy. And he's dating a cheerleader.

Hey, Jess, does your dad still sell shock collars?

Or a tranquilizer? Or a sedative?

This is like in the fucking apocalypse movies...

Evan. ...where you could take anything you want.

Evan!

Scuba. Come on.

You know what time it is, boys. Guys.

Let's go. Fletcher...

Oh, my God, here we go.

to Dybing! What happened to stealth mission?

Come on.

The store will open in ten minutes.

Fucking Christ! Just stay calm, take a breath.

Everybody's gonna get their Furbies, all right?

Oh, yeah? Why the fuck did they get in there first?

Who? This is fucking bullshit!

They're getting dibs on all the good shit.

Oh, fuck me.

Those are our fucking Furbies.

Mitch, what the hell are you doing?

I didn't let them in.

You think I let them in? Come on, man.

What are they doing in there, man?

You fucking better let us in right fucking now.

All right, everybody, just stay calm please.

Fuck you! Just push back and stay calm, everybody.

Doug, lock it up. Now. Yeah.

Guys, nobody's getting in.

We're locking the doors.

Stay calm and back up!

We need you to push back a little bit.

Hold this for me. Fuck you, bitch. Hey, hey.

Hey, store's open, everyone. Hey, give me that.

We need backup immediately!

Step right up, get your fucking waffle irons!

Hold up.

Manny, I need help!

Oh, my God.

Dude. The fuck is happening?

What the fuck is going on?

Fuck this shit!

Manny! Manny, help! Fuck!

Where the fuck are you going?

Hey, back the fuck up, back the fuck up.

Open the door. They're gonna get crushed. Open it.

You have to open the door. You have to get to Mitch.

Get Mitch, Doug. You have to get to him.

- Okay, yeah, I'll open it. - Oh, my God.

Jess, Jess, call your dad.

Jess, call your dad right now. Give me your phone.

Yo, open the door! Give me your fucking phone.

They're gonna get crushed. Open the fucking door.

What are you doing? Open the fucking door!

Yeah, yeah, okay. Yeah, yeah.

Just gotta find the key. Looking for the key.

Open the door! Bobby?

- Open the fucking door. - Hold on, calm down.

What is wrong with you? Stop shoving.

Get off of me! Shit! Fuck off! Fuck off!

Back the fuck up! What the...?

Oh, fuck, back the fuck up! Back the fuck up!

Go. Go. Oh, my God.

Fucking move.

Lonnie, grab it!

Get off, that's my fucking waffle iron!

This is fucking gold. This is fucking crazy.

Gaby, wait...

It's all right. Jesus Christ.

It's fucking insane!

Evan, what the fuck? You're gonna fucking die!

No, it's fine. Stay there. Get the fuck down!

What the fuck?

Evan! Evan!

Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Evan, get down!

Fuck you!

Got to be hundreds more in the back!

Move! Get the fuck out of the way!

Yulia! No. Move! Get the fuck...

Jess.

He's alive.

Hey! Hey, I'm coming!

No, Bobby. Bobby. Hey.

Hey! Bobby!

Bobby! Bobby!

Oh, fuck! Fuck!

Fuck you! What the fuck?

You fuckstick! Stop it, stop it.

You know, you're a fucking Muppet!

You Jim Henson motherfucker!

Go back to Fraggle Rock!

Nice jacket, you Michael Jackson,

you fucking pussy licker!

Fuck you.

Amanda! Amanda!

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

No, no, no, no, no, Amanda, no.

No.

Amanda, look at me.

Amanda.

Somebody help me!

Please help me!

Oh, my God.

Oh! Oh, fuck!

Stop!

Evan, get the fuck down!

This is fucking gold. You suck!

Evan, help me!

Evan, help me! Get the...

Oh, my God. Holy shit. What the fuck?

That was crazy. Evan, get the fuck down.

I've never fucking seen something like this in my life.

It's Thanksgiving, not Thanksbuying!

I'm live here at Right Mart

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 blood on your hands.

My wife's blood.

We open for Thanksgiving, you only hire two security guards?

One of whom runs away and 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 Di Stasi

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 they mysteriously stopped working

the one night there's an actual disaster at the store.

How convenient.

Thanks, Mitch.

Reporting live, Hank Morton

at the Right Mart in downtown Plymouth.

Chet, Natalie, back to you.

And here you go.

Happy Thanksgiving. Yeah.

Good morning, Sheriff. You want the usual?

Two cups today, Lizzie. New deputy's coming.

Oh, well, he was in here yesterday

and, uh, he's not much for conversation.

Yeah. A real charmer.

Probably just overwhelmed

by the thriving metropolis that is Plymouth.

♪ Whoa, oh, oh, chills... ♪

What the fuck?

Fuck you.

This fish. It's organic.

Oh, you know, all the lobsters from the north...

Here he is. Good morning.

Good morning, Sheriff. Welcome.

And here you are.

It's John Carver. He was the first...

First governor of New Plymouth colony.

Look at you. You've been doing your homework there, Labelle.

Well, if you call reading a plaque on a statue homework.

Oh, now, come on, show some enthusiasm.

Thanksgiving is an institution here.

What kid wouldn't want to wear that, right?

Yeah, get used to it.

Everybody's gonna be wearing them.

Yeah. I can get used to it.

♪ But then I bury the hatchet. ♪

Yes!

Let's go.

What-what are you doing?

Kid, what are you doing?

I just hit top two rungs.

That means you get to go again.

Somebody keeps tagging me in the video.

Yeah, they're tagging me, too.

God. I'm gonna report it.

Yeah, but people keep reposting it.

You think someone's doing it on purpose?

Dude, I just won this candy apple.

I hit the bull's-eye like three times in a row.

Awesome. Good job, babe.

What?

What is it? What did I do now?

Evan, get the fuck down! This.

This is fucking gold.

I thought we were past this. Yeah, so did I.

Well, fuck this. I'm going back to the axe pit.

It's safer there.

Ev, I'm sorry.

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

I know you didn't post it.

Come on, come on.

Ugh. I have to go to the John Carver house

to film that stupid commercial with my dad.

I'm making my grandmother's stuffing.

Her secret ingredient was a touch of eggplant.

I only hope I can make it half as good as hers, though.

Oh, I'm sure you'll make an excellent dinner, Kathleen.

Hey, Jessica. Hey.

So, you ready for your big moment in the limelight?

Oh, yeah. Already wrote my acceptance speech.

Ah, I have mine ready, too.

Yours?

Didn't your father tell you?

He wants a family commercial this year.

One more year until college.

How am I supposed to have an answer? I don't...

I can't fucking believe this!

I don't have an answer, Stan. I have no idea

what in the hell just happened. Huh.

Don't know what he's doing.

It's now just a complete disaster.

What's going on? You got to see this.

This is a fucking disaster.

The whole commercial's ruined.

I've been screaming at everybody the whole morning.

Okay, guys, back up. I got to call this in.

Yeah, a historical landmark has been trashed.

What?

Yeah, whatever. That, too.

I got to shut this place down.

I catch these guys,

I'm gonna prosecute them for vandalism.

Uh, yeah, and theft.

Because there was an axe on that wall I was gonna use.

It's gone.

Come to Right Mart, where we slash prices...

without a fucking axe!

My commercial's ruined.

You look relieved.

Yeah.

I'm tired of pretending

like everything's normal when it's not.

Well, hey, Jess, I want things to go back to normal, too.

That's why this year's gonna be everything

last year was supposed to be.

Dad...

Having another sale like nothing happened

doesn't change anything. It just ignores it.

And as usual, we can't have one moment alone.

Hey. Hey.

I'm good. Very good.

How are things going with Jessica?

Dude, they're amazing.

She invited me to 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 ghosting her is the best thing that ever happened to me.

Nicely played.

Is this good?

♪ I know what boys like... ♪

McCarty Party. That is where you want to be.

You look like you enjoy alcohol and drinking,

so you're gonna want to come down to the McCarty party.

25 whole dollars. Hey.

You guys want tickets to McCarty Party?

I can do a group rate.

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.

They're selling out quick. How about you

finish my fucking history paper,

and then we'll talk tickets?

You're an asshole.

You're such... Be nicer to him.

- Listen, listen. - He's a sweetie.

I paid him

a pretty decent sum of money.

What? I can't write papers and play football at the same time.

Are you kidding? It's Bobby.

Oh, shit. He's back.

Wait, why didn't he come talk to you?

I don't know. I haven't talked to him in, like, a year.

Yeah, that's definitely him.

I don't think so.

♪ I know what boys like ♪

♪ I know what's on their mind... ♪

"The table is set"?

This is weird.

No, it's-it's a fake.

- He has no followers. - Ooh, it's a table.

We're all tagged.

Mm, Ryan's here.

Evan.

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

I'm nice to him.

Okay? Ryan's fine.

He just...

He's harmless, like an NPC.

But...

he messes with the group dynamic.

Just be nicer.

For me. Okay. I just have nothing

to talk about with the guy.

He's just, like... He's kind of boring.

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

I mean, he's a good guy.

Good guy.

Well, he hasn't just ghosted me yet, so...

he's frontrunner.

NPC.

Hey. Walks like a robot.

Talks like a robot.

What's up, everyone? Ryan!

Hey!

How you doing? Hello!

Hi, Gab. Good to see you. Good to see you.

You finish your paper?

Barely.

I had to start 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.

Oh, excuse me. We're ready to order.

This isn't Right Mart, honey.

You actually have to wait your turn here.

Ooh, she told you.

Someone's in trouble. She told us.

Uh, so, what-what are you guys

doing for the Pats-Steelers game?

Probably watching at my place.

That sounds fun. You can totally do that.

Or...

you could watch it with me on the 50-yard line.

What's up? Yo.

Bro, are you serious? I swear. Hey...

Oh, my God. Hoo-hoo-hoo!

Yes, sir. That's what's up.

Scuba, you know me. Jess, brownie points.

Very sweet. I-I like this guy.

This guy.

All right.

Are you shits ready to order?

Yes. Uh, can I do the vanilla frappe?

All right. You want jimmies on it? Extra jimmies.

Garlic knots for the table?

Garlic knots. This isn't Papa Gino's, kids.

Evan, get the fuck down!

This is fucking gold.

Fuck. No. No!

Where are my fucking keys?

Where are my fucking keys, goddamn it?!

Fuck.

Fuck.

Motherfucker!

Watch out. Here we go. Here we go. Watch out, sir.

Oh, my God.

Cover that body! Cover that up.

Yo, Jacob.

Step into my office.

Uh-huh.

What's with the shades?

I had a late night. Huh.

What were you doing?

Well, I had two essays to write.

I'll hook you up next week.

You said that last month.

Yeah, Ms. Byers better eat this shit up, okay?

Trust me, Evan, she couldn't have

written it better herself.

Okay.

You're the man.

Mm. Yeah. Brainiac.

Eat shit.

Oh, fuck!

Guys, John Carver tagged us again.

Oh, fuck.

Look.

Oh, my God.

These seats are for us.

Our names are at the table.

Stay behind the line.

Oh, Sheriff, what happened? Is this killing connected

to what happened at Right Mart?

Can we get this pushed back a little bit?

Am I walking on anything? What do you got for me?

Guys are going through security footage inside.

Inside? Sheriff.

Sheriff, can you tell us anything...

Can you get these guys out of the way?

Pete.

We found this where the killer broke in.

What is this?

I think it's brick.

Or pieces of brick. Right.

Labelle, you've met Detective Chu, yeah?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, we met.

Come take a look at this.

Brick.

We got the killer on security cam,

and you're not gonna believe what he's wearing.

Cameras at Right Mart caught the same guy

lowering her legs onto the sign from the roof.

It's just like you said, Sheriff.

Everyone in town's wearing them. Yeah.

Jess, you know me.

I will not be bullied by some freaking lunatic.

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

But, honey, I need you to get to the sheriff's office now.

I know. We're going now. Okay, but just ask anyone

who was there that night to go talk to them.

Okay, okay. Bye. I love you.

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? Scuba, don't.

Why the fuck not? He gonna tag me,

I'm gonna send that motherfucker a DM. Come get me, bitch.

Don't slide into the killer's DMs.

Scuba, please, just hold off, okay?

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. - That's right.

He'll see what happens.

Are you crazy, McCarty? Come on, princess.

I wouldn't hit you.

You know how much paperwork the cops

would make me fill out?

McCarty, are you back to finish tenth 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.

McCarty, 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 wouldn't sell guns to kids.

I'm selling alcohol.

And right now I gotta meet that little farthead Jacob

to sell him some more McCarty Party tickets.

All right, McCarty. Okay.

Sales are going through the roof.

Fuck off, McCarty. No one's coming to that.

You guys should come YULIA: You're a creep.

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

I could really use your help, Jessica.

Uh, okay, 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.

And-and then it's kind of blurry, it says "Scuba."

Why do they call you Scuba?

My last name's Dybing.

What's your first name?

Claude.

Yeah, Scuba's better.

Jessica, you know, 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 us.

Because this is a matter of life and death.

Jess.

Saw you at the Cap yesterday.

No. I got in this morning.

You working for your uncle again?

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

Well, I'm sure I'll see you around.

Hey, Jess, wait.

I'm sorry.

Can I walk with you?

- I - mean, you ghosted me.

You're off social media.

You deleted every trace of yourself.

I ghosted everybody.

Yeah, but I'm not everybody. I 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 hadn't let you guys in... No, don't.

Don't. It-it was my decision.

I could have stayed outside.

It's not your fault.

How's your arm?

I mean, rehab's going great,

so I might get back up to full-speed pitching again.

Golden Arm. Yeah.

That's good. I'm happy to hear it.

Hey. What is it?

Nothing.

You know, 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...

That's the thing. Maybe there is.

Look, there's a backup system at my house

in my dad's office.

Jess, that's probably long gone.

No, it stores the footage for a year.

Then tell your dad you need it, and then,

given the circumstances,

he prob... No, no, no, no.

With the lawsuits, no way.

He's pretending like it doesn't exist.

Well, what do you want to do?

I want to see what's on it.

Thanks for talking.

Yeah. It was really nice.

Oh, no, don't turn around. It's Ryan Baker.

I'll get rid of him.

Hi, babe. Hi.

How you doing? All right? Yeah, yeah, fine.

Did you, um, give your statement?

Yeah, I did, but they were just looking to

identify people, and I didn't know anybody except Scott,

so I didn't have much to offer.

How you doing, Bobby?

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

but, uh, Bobby, could I see you in my office?

This is new.

Yep. A lot's changed since you left.

Looks like it.

All right, let's get out of here.

Still no suspects

in the brutal murder of local waitress Lizzie McMullan.

Authorities have no clues other than cryptic

social media posts,

leaving many residents to wonder

who will be the next victim of John Carver.

Hey, Dewey.

Hey, buddy, Daddy's going on a little vacation.

All right? Going down to the Dominican Republic,

and Gina's gonna come down her, all right.

You just chill, buddy.

Who the fuck is...

Hey. Yeah.

I'm waiting. Yeah, man, I see you.

I got a fucking flight. I'll be there in a minute.

All right?

Jesus.

All right, buddy.

Fuck.

Fuckin' passport.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Jesus fucking Christ.

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 fuckin' go!

Dewey. Dewey where is he? Where is he?

Tell Daddy where he is, Dewey.

Is he that way?

Night, Mom.

Our killer has claimed a second victim.

He's brazen, confident.

He's spent 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 Cordage Park.

Effective immediately,

we're searching every inch of it.

Hey. Oh, hi, Dad.

I was just using your computer. Oh, it's fine. Listen...

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.

But work...

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've...

been at your expense.

And I just want to say...

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Love you, Dad.

Love you.

You find anything?

Yeah. Let's go.

Wait, what is it?

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-I know that guy.

He goes to Hanover South.

Evan punched him, remember? - Yeah,

he's the one who started the riot.

He had the bullhorn.

I think his name is...

Larry? Or Lonnie?

Or-Or something.

And she's probably a cheerleader.

That's great, Bobby. Thank you.

Yeah.

Hey, w-what is it?

There's one more.

That's Ryan Baker.

He didn't know anyone other than his roommate, huh?

And that's Doug.

The guard that got crushed to death.

Jessica, did Ryan ever mention to you that he knew Doug?

Because that certainly wasn't in his statement.

No.

Yeah.

There may not be anything to it.

Be careful who you trust. Both of you.

Yeah, don't worry.

I'll take care of Ryan today.

You're not taking care of anything.

He just said it could be nothing.

All right, fine, Jess.

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

For you.

You should get back to school.

But stay alert.

That's why I won't be celebrating Thanksgiving

this year or any year.

You're so brave. So brave.

Thank you, Chad.

That was very inspiring.

Next up...

Mr. Fletcher.

Let's go, Fletcher.

All right.

Um...

the piece that I have written...

uh, is titled "The Wampanoag

and the Native American Side of Thanksgiving,"

by Evan Fletcher.

"While today Thanksgiving

"is one of our nation's favorite holidays,

"it has a very different meaning

"for many Native Americans.

"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 gonna kill that little asswipe.

If it makes you feel any better, you'll probably

be killed before you get suspended for plagiarism.

Scuba. Don't even joke about that.

Yeah, my bad, you're right. Plagiarism's serious.

When did you talk to him last?

- Two days ago. - Was there a reason?

Yeah, there's a reason.

I never bought Ryan's Mr. Perfect routine.

Yeah, I mean, how would he know a random security guard

and why would he not tell anybody?

I don't know.

Doug just moved here. He was the new guy.

This guy have any family in Plymouth?

I think his family's in Nebraska.

I-I don't believe for a second it was Ryan.

Doesn't make sense. He's too nice.

Okay, 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.

Nothing wrong with you, Jess.

I feel like I can't trust anybody.

You're probably right.

I mean, us.

It's all we got right now.

And, yes, I am excluding Bobby.

Bobby? Wh... 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 in that tow truck full time.

Wait, hey, hey. 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 in motive.

And he drives a van:

the official transportation choice for pedophiles,

kidnappers, rapists, murderers...

Yep, yep, you're right, you're right. Scuba.

Like Coach Ingalls says,

the best defense is a good offense.

Me and you, we go after them,

fuck them up one by one. Let's go, let's go.

And we'll get some, we'll get some help from McCarty's store.

Guys. Evan. Babe. This is not a game, okay?

These are not some Hanover kids.

Can we just let the police handle it, Ev?

We're in deep shit here.

We let the police handle it, we're all gonna end up 50% off.

Are you gonna answer it?

No.

This fits.

You're on the Right Mart "Mayflower"?

Yep.

Next.

Bobby boy.

Forgotten, but not gone.

Forgotten?

It feels like I never left.

You in the parade now?

Yeah, Jess asked me.

Newlon was right, you know.

A lot has changed since you left.

Ah, maybe not as much as you think.

What's that supposed to mean?

Oh, no, I just mean that I'm helping with the parade again.

Hmm.

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

I would knock your teeth out.

Whoa, leaving?

Buddy...

Who says I'm leaving?

You fucking pussy.

You fucking want it. Let's fucking go.

One more. One more!

There you fucking go! Nice!

The fuck's going on here?

Come on, Hanover.

We gonna carve up Plymouth like a turkey tomorrow or what?

Let's go! Harder!

Harder! One more time!

Fuck yeah! Looking good, cover girl.

Nice. Nice. Nice form, there. Good shit.

♪ Mysteries of the days of old ♪

♪ You'll find the key, you got the gold ♪

Uh, listen, you guys keep going, okay?

Neil, burpees after this, all right? You're in charge.

♪ One, two, three lock box ♪

♪ One, two, three lock box. ♪

Where the fuck we are going?

Shh.

Coach has strict orders, all right?

No sex.

Just a little tease.

Sit.

What, here?

What?

You're fucking crazy, you know that?

Are you ready?

Fucking born ready.

Jesus.

Are you sure?

Here we go!

Fucking cancelled?

What the fuck? Relax.

You can't cancel my game!

You heard the man. Let's go, Fletcher.

Game's getting rescheduled. Let's get changed.

Rescheduled until when? Until when?

June? Someone's missing.

I'm gonna be fucking graduated by then, bro!

Where you going? I'm gonna go play,

that's what I'm gonna do!

Dude, you can't play football alone, dumbass.

Watch me!

Blunderbuss!

McCarty, what the fuck are you doing?

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

It's just fucking gunpowder, it's all right.

Sorry, Sheriff. My kid's a fucking idiot.

- He's a fucking goober chucker. - Get in the car,

you fucking idiot. God, I hate those things.

I can't even smell the powder.

First commercial my dad made me do,

he took it so seriously

he insisted I learn how to pack it.

He made me do it over and over again.

Almost blew up in my hand.

Jess, you should go home.

Gaby, maybe go find Evan, get him out of here.

I heard they found blood.

Yeah.

The people missing were at the Right Mart.

You stay together, or at least in pairs, okay?

Okay, yeah. Shit.

I'll go get him. Okay, I'll meet you inside.

Hey, I can leave, you guys.

Oh, no, no, no. Let's go back together.

Hmm? We'll be right back.

Yeah, wait up. Okay.

Okay.

That's weird.

Gabs.

Gaby?

Gaby?

Help! Help!

He's in there! Please help!

Help! Help!

Please help!

Did you notice anything about him?

Um...

He was dressed as a pilgrim.

And-and he had a John Carver mask on.

Okay. Just think. It's about the details.

Small mistakes,

that's how they get caught.

I'm sorry, I...

I only saw him for a few seconds.

I'm sorry. It's okay. It's okay. Don't be sorry.

Okay. Okay, we're gonna get you home.

You're doing great. Okay.

Thank you. All right.

You guys good? Yeah.

We got to get you guys home soon, okay?

Get out of here.

Hey, Bobby's coming.

Hey, is she...? Hey.

Are you okay? Here, here, here.

Thanks.

That's my girlfriend. Jess.

He came right for me. Did you see him?

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

He came after me, but I got away.

Douche.

That's been happening a lot here recently.

I wonder why.

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

the security guard?

I'm sorry, who? Dude, stop lying to her, man.

Just like how you lied to the cops.

Going to the corner, huddled together?

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

from-from Right Mart? Doug?

We have proof. It's on video, dude.

You are a fucking idiot, man.

I honestly hope you make a better pitcher

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 bro-ing up with him 'cause I needed another hookup.

Adderall? "Adderall?"

Yes, Adderall.

That is what smart kids do,

so we can get into Ivy League schools, and guys like you

can tow our Porsches. Get your...

Bitch! Hey, hey, hey.

Yo, what the fuck? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Get the fuck off. Ryan!

Get home, both of you.

I didn't... And stay the fuck away

from the parade tomorrow.

I see either one of you on the street,

I'm gonna haul you both in.

Jess, I'm not the bad guy here. Go.

He came at me. This isn't done.

He just, he just came at me. No. Stop!

Stop!

I can't believe you two.

My friends could be dead,

and you can't put your bullshit aside?

I don't want to see either of you.

Okay?

Get out. Jess, that is not what...

Get out!

Shit. It's my dad.

Yulia.

Yulia, come.

I... I...

Papa. Get in.

What are you doing? Pop.

Get in the Mercedes. Dad!

Just 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?

Evan's 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.

Here you go, buddy. On the 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've figured it was all fucking over.

The end of an era.

But then, along comes Ronnie James Dio,

all five foot nothing of him, 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. Who's Black...

Get the fuck off my property right now.

Go back to Methuen, you fucking dorks.

Fuck you. No virgins allowed.

Cocksucker.

Jacob. VIP. Upstairs. Now.

All right.

♪ Will he survive, will he survive, will he survive ♪

♪ Will he survive the sword? ♪

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's closed. - Yeah.

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 him.

Mc-McCarty, do you have any human-sized guns?

Maybe.

All right.

The SIG 226.

It's a short recoil-operated, locked breech 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 Mart?

Uh, I fired a musket once. It almost killed me.

Yeah, those things are fucked.

Let me show you something.

Check this out.

Element of surprise, huh?

Pull it out of your belt

and you stick 'em right in the gut.

We got all sorts of tactical shit.

It's yours if you want it.

Um, I'm-I'm good.

Scuba will be with me, and he's armed, so...

All right.

McCarty, I owe you one.

Yeah. Anytime.

All right. Thanks.

Yeah.

Scuba. Jess.

Be careful out there, huh?

Keep yourself alive long enough to return that thing.

- I - don't know what you think

you're gonna do with a gun. It's for protection, baby.

You've never even held one before.

You've never seen one before.

If you really want someone to come and help,

I'm sure my dad can, like, call the sheriff's department

and send a cop over. There's one here right now.

Hey, can I come by?

Um, okay, I'm packing right now

'cause I'm going to Florida, apparently, so...

Okay, I don't know when I'll be back,

but I'm a little stressed, okay?

I'll call you back later.

Okay. Call me from the car.

Geez.

For you. Enjoy.

Thank you. You sure?

Eat it. We are going to Florida.

Appreciate it.

When's the, uh, the remodel done?

Never.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

Dad!

Jesus, Dad.

What the hell?

Car is coming. Finish.

Okay. Trying to.

Fucking contact.

What the hell?

Yulia!

Dad, I'm coming.

Jesus, what now?

Hey, baby.

Hey, what's up?

My dad's, like, freaking out at me right now.

We have to leave in, like, five minutes.

Okay, yeah, yeah, no problem, uh...

Okay. Well, I'll call you from the car.

I love you.

Fuck! Fuck!

Scuba, go! No!

Yulia!

No! Fuck no! Yulia!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

No! No! Fuck!

Yulia! Fuck!

Dad! Dad!

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

No, no!

Yulia! Yulia! Yulia!

Oh, fuck. Yulia!

Scuba! Hurry up! Hurry! Yulia!

Scuba!

Yulia! Yulia!

Scuba, help me.

Let her fucking go. Scuba, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Let her fucking go, or I'll blow your fucking head off!

He has Gaby and Evan. They're alive. Fuck.

What do I do, Jess? Where are they?

Please, Scuba, please.

Where are they? Jess, what do I do?

I don't know! I don't know!

Listen, let her fucking go.

Shoot him. Shoot him, please, please.

Let her fucking go! Scuba! Scuba.

Stop! Shoot him! Shoot him now!

Scuba. Scuba, the safety.

- Take off the safety. - Fuck!

What do I... what do I do, Jess?

Jess, what do I do?

It doesn't seem real. I mean,

I-I can't even believe this is really happening.

How does this happen in a place like this?

I mean, is there any...

Like, what are they... What do you do?

Somebody need to call SWAT? I mean, have you ever?

- I - mean, maybe we should move.

I-I don't want to move. I love this house.

We're not moving. It's not even a possibility to move.

They're not gonna let me... I-I just need...

I just need... Give me a couple of seconds.

I just think we're all in agreement

that we're not gonna be participating in the parade.

I'm with you, Thomas.

Well, I know I'm not going. It's too dangerous.

And it's not dangerous for Gaby and Evan?

You saw what he did to Yulia.

I can't let that happen to them.

We have to stop him.

This parade is our chance to catch him.

If we hide, then what?

I don't want to spend the rest of my life

looking over my shoulder. Do you?

You're right, Jess.

- I'm in. Let's do this. - Look.

Right Mart has extra security,

so we don't have to worry about the store. Okay?

And as far as I'm concerned, the parade has been decided.

God, I do not want to be dragged into this any further.

I mean, if you hadn't even gone

into the store, this would've never happened.

Enough, Kathleen. Don't you mean you?

You're the one who wanted to open the store.

Nobody was "Nostra-fucking-damus"

to predict what happened last year.

Besides, this year, I'm closing the store.

Thanksgiving's a holiday, even for us.

Wait, honey, what?

Kathleen, it's the right thing to do.

I made the decision. It's final.

Sheriff, is there a way to set a trap?

Well...

when the float returns to the warehouse,

we can make it look like it's empty.

Make him think there's an opportunity to strike.

And if he takes the bait,

it'll be over right there and then.

The bait?

Excuse me, I don't want us being used as bait.

We don't finish it now, we'll be bait no matter where we go.

My daughter's right.

Tomorrow, John Carver is gonna go down.

All right, Lionel, turkey time.

Here we go.

I want two people up here to keep an eye on that.

Over here as well. See this whole section?

Keep an eye on that for me, will you? Hey.

Hey. Okay, when you get back here,

this place is gonna look empty,

but I'm gonna be here, and this whole place

will be crawling with officers, okay?

Yup. Thank you, Sheriff. You're welcome.

Hi.

Thank you for coming. Mm.

You ready?

No. Good.

Me neither. Let's do this.

Okay.

Hey, Jess.

Uh...

What's this?

Oh, it's my dad's ring from Iraq.

He said it kept him alive.

Uh, i-if you want, wear it for good luck.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Hi.

Pilgrims!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Down with Right Mart!

Down with Right Mart! Down with Right Mart!

What's going on?

Down with Right Mart! Down with Right Mart!

What the hell is going on down there?

It's Mitch.

Get off the parade route. Get off!

Get off! Move along.

Come on, come on. It's nothing. Okay.

Happy Thanksgiving.

You have a great day. Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiv...

Grandpa, Grandpa, watch out!

Stop the truck!

Watch out!

Go, go.

Go.

Wake up! Grandpa! Wake up! Grandpa, wake up! Wake up!

Grandpa, wake up! Grandpa! Wake up! Wake up!

Come on, get in, get in, get in, get in, get in!

Get in! Go, go, go, go, go!

In, in, in, in, in! Oh, shit.

Get us out of here.

Cover your ears.

♪ The house is haunted by the echo of your last goodbye ♪

♪ The house is haunted by the memories that refuse to die ♪

♪ I can't get away from the vision that brings ♪

♪ Intimate glimpses of intimate things ♪

♪ A voice in my heart like a torch singer sings ♪

♪ I wonder who is kissing her now ♪

♪ ...cluttered up with roses that have lived too long ♪

♪ Much too long... ♪

Shh. He's right there. He's right...

He's coming. He's right there.

Please be quiet.

Shh. Please. I'll be right back. No.

Don't leave. I'll come back. I'll come back.

Be quiet. Be quiet. Shh.

Don't leave. I'll come back.

Don't leave. No.

No. No! No!

Help me! Let me out!

No.

No, no, no.

No. No!

No! No.

No!

Help me. Please don't kill me, please.

Please!

Open the door! Open the...

Please, please don't do this. Please.

Please, I'm begging you, please!

No!

No. No! No! No! Please.

No!

No, please!

No!

No! Please!

No... No!

No! No!

I'm live outside the Plymouth Sheriff's Department

where outraged citizens are demanding answers

after a performer was murdered in broad daylight

at the Thanksgiving Day Parade.

Flash grenades, smoke bombs.

I think he's ex-military.

Could be.

There's no way he's in a civilian car.

Yeah.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I-I got something.

What do you got?

He's live streaming from somewhere in Cordage Park.

What the fuck is that?

Labelle, let's go.

I'll try to lock the coordinates in. Calling SWAT.

I need SWAT and all units at Cordage Park, immediately.

There's nothing here. We're in a parking lot.

It's telling me you're in the exact spot.

I'm telling you, there's fuck all here.

I don't see nothing.

This way. Fuck!

Are there tunnels underneath us?

We'll each take an exit.

Labelle, you take Water Street and Mayflower.

I'll take Green and Union.

You guys take Doten Street.

SWAT's gonna flush him out. Got it?

Okay? Let's go.

You'll be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

Go, go, go! Take it down!

On three. Ready?

Two lines, two columns.

Copy.

Go, go. Cover my six.

Copy that.

Closing in on the signal.

Go, go, go!

Break it in. Copy.

Did you find them?

Give me a sitrep.

Did you find them?

What the fuck?

It's a fucking monitor.

Damn.

He's using a new cell.

Gather 'round.

No, no, no. No.

Gather 'round the table, everyone.

Dinner is served.

Goddamn.

What the fuck is that?

What the fuck?

Now, is that any way to thank Kathleen?

She's been cooking all day.

Let's start off the dinner with a cheer

from our cheerleader.

Fresh from my wine refrigerator.

She'll pair nicely with Kathleen.

I'm scared. I'm scared.

You might want to let that breathe.

So nice to all be together again on Thanksgiving.

And joining us... Dad!

Our guest of honor, Thomas Wright,

who missed last year's fun sitting in his mansion.

Hmm.

Now...

we're all going to go around the table

and say what we're thankful for.

You're on live, so choose your words wisely.

Evan.

No, no, no, no, no. No, Ev.

Most appropriate that you go first.

You see, it was your video

that inspired me to make my own.

Okay.

SCUBA Evan!

No.

Help! Help!

We're-we're in an old house! Let him go!

Let him go!

So get ready, Evan. No, no, no, no.

You're about to go viral. Please don't kill me...

You're going to break the Internet.

Let him go! No!

No one appreciates subtlety anymore.

To go viral,

you really need to hit people over the head.

Right, Evan?

Mm.

Look at all those likes.

Congratulations, Evan.

You're a star.

Now that I have your attention...

you're probably wondering why you're still alive

and they were all killed.

They were just greedy.

But you...

you're the VIPs.

It wasn't enough to get in the store early.

You had to taunt everyone outside

to show them how special you were.

Well, once this video goes viral,

everyone will know how special you are.

Too bad you won't be alive to see it.

This will be the most famous Thanksgiving dinner

since 1621.

And every year, people will watch this video...

and think of your greed

and the people who died from it.

Now, let's eat.

Thomas.

You love your consumers.

Well, tonight's your night to be one.

Take a bite of your lovely wife

and show me how thankful you are.

Show me that you're thankful...

or die.

Oh, fuck!

Go, go, go!

Run! Go!

Go, go, go! Run! Run!

This way!

Oh, fuck!

Watch out!

Scuba!

Scuba, this way, this way, go.

It's the Carver House. The door, door.

Jess, go, go, go.

Sheriff?

Sheriff.

It's me.

Give me the gun. Give me the gun.

It's Bobby.

It's Bobby. It's Bobby.

He went that way. Okay, get outside, get outside.

Get outside. Just get out.

Come on. He went that way.

No. No.

He's in there. No.

I think I shot him.

No. Then I lost him.

All clear here.

Check over there.

Oh, sir. Detective Chu says you need

to turn in your service weapon since it's been fired.

Right, right. Yeah, of course. Sorry, pal.

No, don't worry about it. I understand.

Sheriff,

we, uh, found this on the floor.

Still logged into the John Carver account.

Thanks, Pete.

It's Bobby's.

We have every police officer

in a hundred-mile radius searching for him.

They, uh...

They had to sedate your father pretty heavily.

He'll be in the hospital a few days, along with your friends

Gaby and Scuba.

I'm... sorry about Kathleen and Evan.

Labelle.

Chu, see you at the hospital.

We'll be there in a minute.

See you there.

We'll see you there, Sheriff.

You're really brave, you know.

Thank you.

Couldn't have done this without you.

Can you just give me a minute

to catch my breath, and then... and then we can go?

Yeah, sure.

I'll be right back.

You ready?

It's about the details.

Small mistakes, that's how they get caught.

I could really use your help, Jessica.

Couldn't have done this without you.

But you got to be careful who you trust.

Jess, you okay?

S-Sorry.

Um...

I'm-I'm not feeling well.

We'll have a doctor check you out.

Come on.

If only you'd be stuck on the fence a second longer.

It's like fumbling on the one-yard line.

It's almost funny if you really think about it.

You should see the look of surprise on your face.

What about Bobby?

Bobby?

I had him drugged, dressed up,

ready to be shot,

putting an end to the mystery of John Carver's identity.

But when I opened the trunk, he popped me with a tire iron.

Thankfully,

you pointed me in the right direction...

again.

You've been using me... this whole time?

When I said, I couldn't do this without your help,

I really meant it.

Why?

Why... are you doing this?

Mm.

Mitch wasn't the only one who lost someone that night.

My wife left me, and Amanda put me back together.

I loved her.

She was gonna leave Mitch.

But then, you and your friends took her from me.

You took my family from me.

So now, instead of spending Thanksgiving with Amanda,

I am stuck here in this office.

And now, so are you.

I'd love to keep chatting,

but now, I got to take care of some loose ends.

Wait.

I-I didn't get to tell you

what I was thankful for.

What are you thankful for?

The service in here.

You should see the look of surprise on your face.

You fucking bitch.

Jess.

Hey. Come on. Bobby?

Let's get the fuck out of here.

Hey, come on, come on. Oh, wait. Wait.

Aw, fuck.

Look. Your uncle's truck.

Jessica?! Shh.

Shh. Get down.

Sorry, Jessica.

This year, there will be...

no... leftovers!

When I told your stepmother,

she would make an excellent dinner...

that... was not...

a lie!

Go.

This way. Come on. Come on.

Oh.

Bobby?!

Bobby!

No!

Bobby, go! Come on, come on, come on.

It's the... it's the cable.

I'm trying to drive. It's not moving.

Hey, Sheriff, you were right!

No... leftovers!

Jessica!

Roger on unit 121.

Come here.

Take care of yourself.

I'll call you from school.

Be safe. Yeah.

Tell Ryan he's still a dick, even if he's not the killer.

Oh, Jess.

Hey.

I thought you guys were at the hospital.

We technically still are.

We saw the stream.

Detective. We searched every inch of that place.

Everything was incinerated.

There's nothing but ash.

No one could survive a blast like that.

You okay?

Sorry.

♪ We walk the streets at night ♪

♪ We go where eagles dare ♪

♪ They pick up every movement ♪

♪ They pick up every loser ♪

♪ With jaded eyes and features ♪

♪ You think they really care ♪

♪ I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch ♪

♪ You better think about it, baby ♪

♪ I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch ♪

♪ You better think about it, baby, babe ♪

♪ An omelet of disease awaits your noontime meal ♪

♪ Her mouth of germicide seducing all your glands ♪

♪ I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch ♪

♪ You better think about it, baby ♪

♪ I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch ♪

♪ You better think about it, baby, baby ♪

♪ With jaded eyes and features ♪

♪ You think they really care ♪

♪ Let's go where eagles dare, we'll go where eagles dare ♪

♪ I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch ♪

♪ You better think about it, baby ♪

♪ I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch ♪

♪ You better think about it, baby ♪

♪ I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch ♪

♪ You better think about it, baby, bae, bae, bae. ♪

Love you, Dad. Love you.

Cut.