Beast of Walton St., The (2023)

[bunniefuu]

Stay.

f*ck.

God dammit.

g*dd*mn.

Home sweet hell. I'll drink to that.

Oh, mother f*ck.

Andrew!

God damn it Andrew.

What the hell did I tell

you about sleeping in there?

Huh?

God damn.

Making love in the trash.

It's a beautiful thing.

Hey look, I ain't gonna take your a*s

down to the ER if you get an

infection, you hear me?

Hey! I told you not to

fool around in there.

I ain't gonna take you.

You get your d*ck cut off

'cause you get an infection,

the doctor is out. I'll

tell you right now buddy.

God damn it.

The doctors out of gin!

sh*t! God Dammit!

What the f*ck, man.

sh*t man.

I ain't gonna be attacked

by no damn dumpster.

f*ck this sh*t man.

Alright you dirty slime ball.

Dirty d*ck sack of sh*t.

I'm coming up there.

You asked for it.

I'm gonna put you in the hole, boy.

I'm coming up there.

Gonna get you.

Better not be one of them

f*cking raccoons

that come out and bite me in the face!

Holy sh*t.

What the f*ck.

This ain't no g*dd*mn raccoon.

Son of a-

As the local death toll increases

the homeless population have grown louder.

As local representatives

seem to be set on mute

amid classist accusations.

The "Building

Better Futures" project

which began construction

earlier this year

on the corner plot of

Walton Street and Bleaker

has ceased construction indefinitely.

No official public

statement has been issued

by city representatives

since the project came

to an abrupt halt one week ago.

And was announced as terminated,

officially, yesterday

via the project's lead

contractors, who had spoken

with Channel 85's own Joseph Brander.

Outrage in the homeless

population

has come to a tipping point

as the puzzling silence

from officials continues.

The BVF project itself, was to

have given opportunity housing

to an estimated 1,300 members

of the local homeless population.

A population that have

been the exclusive targets,

of what are now considered

the most violent murders

in the city's history.

A population being ignored

despite the staggering numbers.

Over 35 deaths, all sharing

the same vicious M.O.

are currently on record with

the county coroner's office.

Experts have speculated

that this number could very

well be much higher

given the concurrently growing number

of reported missing persons

cases

since the first m*rder three months ago.

Social services

representative, Catherine D,

noted that many missing persons

in the homeless community

go unreported entirely.

And tracing the homeless

population

has become even more difficult

given the growing unrest and

mistrust in the authorities

who have been accused of

having a flagrant disregard

of citizens living on the streets.

The police, it seems,

have all but ceased their investigation.

Police Chief, Steve Baker,

declined to be interviewed

by Channel 85. As did BBF

project lead, Karen Mora.

Their collective

ongoing silence only serves

to further fuel growing social fears

that have our homeless population

asking if they are truly

being left in the dark

to fight for themselves.

Hey, excuse me. You

got any spare change?

My daughter's sick and I

gotta get a prescription.

My car broke down in the parking lot.

So where is the sick kid?

She over in the car. I mean,

I'll take you over there.

I mean, she'd be glad to meet

the pretty girl that's gonna help her.

Which car?

The black one.

Yeah, the black one down there.

What's that smell?

PCP.

PCP makes people not feel pain.

Fun fact.

PCP is also normally

made in a toilet bowl.

So, congratulations.

You're a toilet bowl drug b*tch.

You think I'm a f*cking b*tch?

I ain't no f*cking b*tch.

You come back here, I'll show

you who the f*cking b*tch is.

sh*t.

Where's my cigarettes?

f*ck. I just had 'em.

Stay out of the road, as*h*le.

Are you okay over there?

Honey, I'm home.

Don't I wish

I can't help it that you wave

that torch you have for me so high.

I can't help that

you're betrothed to a woman

who you probably never will

see again in your life.

- Betrothed?

- We're using archaic nouns now?

I mean, this is just your

version of trying to spice up

a conversation that

we've had 336 times, right?

'Cause every time

we have this conversation,

it ends the exact same way.

So, there's a 100% probability

that this one is gonna end the

exact same way.

Which means that the odds

are not in your favor, Sketch.

Never tell me the odds.

It's a good movie reference.

Helps hide your constant state of denial.

You know, I know

that's my lighter, right?

In other

news, I got your 'scrip.

So now you'll be alive for

336 more days for me to torment.

And if there's a merciful God,

she'll come and take me now.

Laugh it up fuzzball.

Seriously

though, you are a fuzzball.

I mean, when was the last

time that you shaved anything?

You're starting to look

like a little hipster wookie.

I do not look like a hipster!

It's kind of sweet.

In a sad, Shakespearean kinda way.

What? Our food selection?

The way you

pine over that Gloria girl.

I do not pine.

I plot. And I plan.

Two completely different P words.

Well, with

all the pining, plotting

and planning that you

do, you forgot to add

how you procrastinate

about getting her out of

that Red Crow place.

Okay. Do not let this

cute little bird fool you.

That place is a terrifying fortress.

It's a private school.

How hard could it be

to break out of a prep school?

Breaking in is always

harder than breaking out.

I can't just go crashing

through the side of the wall

like the Kool-Aid man,

screaming "Oh, Yeah!"

That'll

definitely get me caught.

And then I'll just have to break out of it

so I can break into it again.

And it starts this whole big cycle.

I'd just rather sit here with my three Ps.

You mean four Ps?

I'm not pining.

So you're admitting

to procrastinating then!

All we have is cat food.

Well that's probably because

we're outnumbered by cats

10 to one.

Seriously, Constance.

You're becoming obsessed

with these cats.

I heard the chicken flavor's pretty good.

No! No. We are going to a restaurant.

We are going to a restaurant.

And we are going to eat real food.

So, get your sick a*s

up. And we're going out.

We are not eating cat food again.

I never said I ate cat food.

I'm going to get changed and

you need to shave an ankle.

Or something. So that while we're out,

you can get your own love life

and stop worrying about mine.

How many dead bodies does it take

to make the police chief care?

Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke

your granddad used to say. Doesn't it?

The punchline here,

much like granddad's bad joke,

isn't funny.

But that doesn't stop our city

officials from laughing at us

from behind closed doors now. Does it?

Here's another one for you.

Please, stop me if you've heard this one.

Our city's homeless population,

the people you see every day,

the one you snub your nose at,

the ones you ignore

when they ask for your help.

What happens to them when

they become this city's

dirty little secret?

I think it's silly and pointless

to date when you know you're going to die.

I mean, there's only so

much space between A and B.

So, why try to squeeze

another letter between there?

You know?

I don't think that's really a thing.

Squeezing in more letters

between letters that already exist.

I mean that's-Nobody uses that analogy.

I don't think it's really even an analogy.

I accepted the fact that I was going

to die a while ago, right?

I guess? I wasn't there. I'll assume.

And do you know what

I want to do with that time?

Be homeless? Sit around

a cold garage filled

with tons of cats.

Nag your roommate

about her ex-girlfriend

so that you can hide the fact that you're

totally pining over her?

I mean, that

sounds like a hoot to me.

Honestly, you have your sh*t

together Percy Williams.

I just think it's a

cruel thing to do anyway.

I mean, watching someone

you love die is horrible.

And I don't wanna put anyone through that.

So I just want to

peacefully spend the rest

of my days in a minimum

of emotional distress

for myself and others.

So you're gonna spend

your dying days alone,

unshaved and unloved?

That sounds like a Debbie

Downer decision to me. Okay?

Not that I would know anything.

I mean, I don't know Debbie's motives.

Maybe Debbie's dying too.

Do you think

we should get her number?

We can hook you guys up.

I hope everything was

okay for you guys tonight.

Actually, Debbie. Look,

we found a wild Debbie.

What are the odds of that?

Everything was not okay for us.

I can run and get you a replacement.

Oh, no, no, no. We don't

need anything like that.

It's just-I don't know

if I should say it here.

I mean, I don't wanna cause a panic.

Oh, well I can get a manager

if it's that important.

I can go get my manager.

Alright, Debbie. Why

don't you take a seat?

Just take a seat, talk about it. Okay?

Okay.

Okay. So, you know the raccoons

that have been terrorizing

the city?

I mean, attacking people,

terrorizing places.

Well, I-I don't wanna be

the one to break this to you

but I was in the bathroom earlier

and I mean, beautiful bathroom by the way.

Five stars on Google reviews.

But I did see

a big raccoon in there.

That's impossible.

Well, you know. Old buildings

like this, sometimes hard

with the upkeep and those

little trash pandas will really

sneak into anywhere.

Especially if foods involved.

I just think this is really

something that, you know,

we should keep between like, us girls.

'Cause if, you know,

public got wind of this

and then people start to talk,

somebody leaks to the news,

health inspector would be in here, I mean,

faster than I could snap my fingers

and you know, people

would lose their jobs.

You know,

business suicide essentially.

Do you get what I'm saying? Debbie?

What do you want me to do?

Well, I'm thinking

we're just gonna slip out

that door really quietly.

And the bill you brought

over can slip into

the trash quietly.

I- I can't do that.

That's a shame Debbie.

Alright everybody!

I'm gonna need everyone to just stay calm!

Just stay calm!

Okay. Okay.

Just stay calm.

Okay. Okay.

Stay calm.

Stay calm.

Cause it is Debbie's birthday!

Happy Birthday!

Happy birthday, Debbie.

Thank you.

We have to

remember to turn onto Landis,

not Walton.

I've been hearing really

bad things about Walton.

They found Ralph

Eddington in a dumpster.

Ralph always sleeps in

the dumpster on Walton.

Okay, but you know that

Italian restaurant down there

that throws their

leftovers in the dumpster?

Yeah, Pagniano's.

Well, let's just say

that they had a very

difficult time figuring out

what was Ralph and what was leftovers.

And they serve mostly spaghetti.

What would do something like that?

Probably raccoons. They g*ng up on you.

And once that happens, it's game over.

The real question is, do

they wash their victims?

That's just morbid.

And highly impossible.

- It's true!

- They travel in packs.

One day, those little

trash bandits are going

to bring this city to it's knees.

Do you realize

how silly you sound

right now by saying that?

You wanna

hear something really funny?

Why do the raccoons remember the Alamo?

Enough with the

f*cking raccoons already!

Come on, indulge me.

Why do the raccoons

remember the Alamo, Constance?

Because David Crockett

wore a Coonskin hat.

Well, that's not funny though.

A joke is supposed to be funny.

How is that not funny?

It's inherently unfunny.

It's kind of facts. Like history.

Okay, what about

this one then? Knock. Knock.

Oh, f*cking hell!

What?

Isn't that the Italian restaurant?

Yeah. So that would make this...

f*ck.

Well, that's scary.

Yeah, if I was pregnant, I

would've pushed a baby out.

I'm concerned that when you get scared,

you clench your vag*na that hard.

What? You don't.

Not hard enough to push a baby out.

What was that?

Did you just fill

your pants with uterus?

Yeah.

That-that's a raccoon, right?

They can get really big, right?

Yeah.

Yeah. My uncle used to tell me about

ones all the time that got

big enough they couldn't climb trees.

They would just snap

the branches right off.

Big. Branches.

Okay. Back away slowly Sketch.

Okay.

Okay.

Put your chest out, look confident.

I didn't say rocket

your boobs forward just-

Easy.

Okay. Okay.

What is it? That's not a raccoon.

It's a dog.

It's gotta be a stray. I mean,

they're in the alleys all the time.

I have to chase 'em

away from the cat bowls.

Ow!

What kind of stray dog has

f*cking yellow eyes Constance?

The kind that's not

supposed to be in the alleys

in the middle of a city.

That's for damn sure.

Run!

Come on, quick! Sketch!

My pills!

Leave them Sketch! We'll get more.

Let's go!

What are you doing?

Checking to see if my

boobs are still there.

It feels like they

exploded out of the side

when I fell.

When are we gonna be able

to talk about what just happened?

Never. I don't wanna

talk about that ever.

You never

wanna talk about the fact

that we just got chased by

a wolf in the same alley

that Ralph turned into spaghetti?

No.

Or about why a wolf was in

that alley in the first place?

Nope.

The wolf was huge Sketch!

It was massive. Wolves don't get that big!

It was as big as a Dodge!

You don't think that warrants

some kind of discussion?

Definitely not.

So what, then?

I wanna talk about how

I just blew out a tit.

Seriously!

Come look at this thing.

We just got

chased by a f*cking werewolf

and you want me to come

look at your boobs?

It's not like it's a damn

peep show Constance.

But seriously. Come look!

I'm not looking.

Are you seriously going

to do this right now?

You don't wanna talk about

our scary werewolf attack.

So I don't wanna look

at your broke-a*s tit.

Werewolves are not real.

Yes they are. And I can

prove it.

Can you? Really?

Yes. I can.

Your boob still hurt?

Yep.

Yeah, that looks pretty messed up.

But I don't know what it's

supposed to look like.

I've never seen it before.

Well, maybe if

you hadn't friend zoned me,

you might have.

Percy Williams.

Do not make me punch you in

your busted-a*s, mutant tit.

What?

Did they call you? Why

are you in front of the line?

Get behind the line!

It's what the sign says

It-It's not outrageous to think-

That a bear

came out of the woods

and into the city

because he had a lack of

food options or forestation?

That's just convoluted, Sketch.

But there has to

be some type of explanation

for a wolf, a jumbo sized wolf,

to just be roaming the streets.

You mean a werewolf.

I told you I

don't believe in werewolves.

And I told

you that I can prove it.

Demons, poltergeists, vampires.

Lake Erie Sea Monster.

Lake Erie Sea Monster?

It's a lake. How could

it be a sea monster?

I mean, I guess if

you just wanna live in a world

where you pretend that

unicorns don't exist,

then, that's fine.

Unicorns are real?

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Evidence on 467 through 470!

No. No. No, no.

I'm not gonna let you do the

things that you do.

Like you do to everybody else.

Like, you did the waitress. No.

Debbie?

Yes, Debbie.

Debbie was a peach.

You made her believe that

there was some raccoon monster

just so you could get what you wanted.

Look, this isn't a dine

and ditch con, Sketch.

Okay?

You were there, you saw it.

It was a thing, a real thing.

And I know that you've accepted

that you're dying.

And you just wanna sit here

and chill and listen to music

and do your drawings.

But there are people out

there, people like us

who are going to die.

And I don't think that

they're prepared for that.

But downtown's that way.

You just pointed to the woods.

Ow! You b*tch!

Ow! You punched me in the tit!

Well, you did it first!

Well, you were being an as*h*le

and you weren't listening to me.

In retrospect, I should

punched you in the a*s.

So you want me to spend

my last dying days-

Months! You have like, months.

Hunting down

an oversized, overgrown,

rabid dog with you?

And saving lives.

Don't forget the saving lives part.

I think that was the most

important part of my pitch.

God, that hurt.

Yeah, mine did too.

So what is it? Are we

going to start some legacy?

Or are you gonna sit in bed and slowly die

and become a statistic

for some college person

to put in their paper

about 'saving the homeless'?

f*ck that college kid.

Yeah.

So, what do we do next?

So, you wanna jump in the

big old dumpster of death?

I distinctly heard that

dumpster lid slam shut last night.

So, what if our overgrown werewolf buddy

is sleeping in the dumpster?

That's a widely drawn conclusion.

What if it's a dingo? Yeah,

a dingo.

Scavenger-ing for food.

A dingo?

Yeah, a dingo. They eat anything.

Bones, babies. All of it.

First, it was a big raccoon.

Then it was a big bear.

Now it's a big dingo?

That seems about right.

And I'm the one with the

widely drawn conclusions?

It's not a widely drawn conclusion.

They used to have the animal

planet on at the

cancer center all the time.

So now you're an expert on dingoes

because you watched the animal planet.

It was a very informative documentary.

I'm not doing this.

Wait, wait.

I thought you meant,

when you said 'I'm not

doing this', that you're not

going to jump into the

big dumpster of death,

but you're walking towards it!

Regardless of what overgrown animal

you think you saw the other night,

We have to go look in there

and see if there's any

stuff that can help us.

By stuff you mean evidence?

Sure. If you wanna go all CSI with it.

That's just a technical term.

That doesn't matter.

What matters is,

what if that thing is

still in there right now?

Is that blood?

What the hell, Sketch?

So, you're just gonna

stick your finger in some

stranger's blood?

Well, yeah. How else

am I supposed to tell

if it's blood or spaghetti sauce?

How are you supposed

to do that? Taste it?

Maybe.

Ew.

Do you know the mouth full of

bloodborne diseases you can catch?

It's what they always do in the movies.

The blood taste test.

That's because it's fake

and it's not A*DS blood in the movies.

Huh.

Huh. I never thought about that.

You're gonna have worse

things to think about if

that thing is still in there.

Well, there's an easy way to find out.

Constance, no!

Hello?

Big werewolf, raccoon, bear, dingo.

Are you in there?

We met you last night

and we are very upset

that you did not call.

See? No big monster in

the dumpster o' death.

Is your uterus still in your body?

Barely.

You'd think for somebody

that has accepted their death,

you would be a little less scared.

Knowing I'm going to die

and being straight m*rder*d

by a dingo in an alley are

inherently different things.

Hmm. Same outcome.

Come get me a boost.

You're still gonna go in there?

We need the stuff.

Evidence.

Whatever.

It's really dark in here.

What did you

expect? It's a dumpster.

Can you stay still?

I don't-I don't think I can carry you

any longer.

Oh my God, I'm sorry. Are you okay?

Constance!

God. It's disgusting in here.

I am buying you weights! Okay?

Are you okay?

God, it stinks.

Where is the flashlight?

Get me out of here!

Get me out of here right now!

I'm gonna find-I gotta find something.

Get me out now!

There's A*DS! A*DS

everywhere! A*DS soup!

Get me out Sketch!

I'm gonna throw you my bra!

Sketch! Come on!

Sketch?!

Oh my god. I'm gonna die in here.

I'm gonna die in here covered in A*DS.

You have got to be f*cking kidding me.

Nah, I'm-I'm good.

Well, what the hell happened in there?

Hell. Hell happened in there!

And that thing is born of it.

("Hustlaz Creed" by Black Wolf]

Is there a Bad Religion concert tonight

or something that I don't know about?

When I broke out

of Red Crow, I kind of

took Gloria's bag to piss her off.

And since my clothes are

covered in A*DS and Ralph.

You like them because they're hers.

Come on, Sketch.

Are we really gonna do the

whole 'save the princess'

rhetoric again?

You're the one

wearing her clothes now.

So that means you're thinking it.

I'm just the only one saying it.

This girl is the furthest thing

from a damsel in distress.

Trust me.

I mean, who do you

think taught me how to fight?

Yet, you've managed to lose

the only picture you had.

I still remember it. In here.

Memories fade.

And so do people.

Do you want me to give you another one

of my dying girl speeches again?

Life's too short. Blah blah blah.

Be grateful you have somebody. Yada yada.

Think I'm gonna pass today.

Seriously, Constance.

People aren't the only thing that die.

I mean, everything has a

timer on it that's just

tick, tick, ticking away.

People, places, things, emotions.

And we're not always gonna be

fortunate enough

to know when that timer is going to stop.

Ask yourself, do you

wanna be the as*h*le that

shows up and she says

you're just too late?

Even if it's just a minute late.

Should have gone into writing.

Kitties?

Cats?

Constance's cats?

That's a G. For Gloria.

Hey C.

Hey C.

Hey C.

Hey C.

I know I'm really bad

at saying I'm sorry

and I am not sure you'll even see this.

Or if you'll wanna see it.

In fact, if you are seeing it,

it probably means you left.

Oh hell.

Okay, so if you are

watching this, without me,

it means I'm probably not with you at all.

Kitties?

Okay. Count backwards from 10.

It always worked in treatments. Okay.

Ten. Nine. Eight.

Seven. Six.

Five. Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

Okay. Okay.

Look.

I know.

I know I say some really

stupid sh*t when I'm mad

and that I don't always

say I'm sorry when I do.

So I guess I-

So I guess I just wanted to say

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. For once.

I messed up everything.

Stupid, stupid words.

I thought that maybe using some

really smart words would be a good start.

And I don't know if these are even smart.

I'm really embarrassed

to play this for you.

I can't even do it live.

This is um-Actually, I don't even know.

I'm bad at naming these.

That's why I always had you do it.

If you think of one maybe-

Maybe come tell me.

You know where to find me. Right?

I can't believe

I'm doing this. Okay.

It's tough for me to do this now

Came to me without a warning

Apocalyptic with no sound

I think my heart might be in mourning

Told you I'd be okay

Didn't tell you it was code for hardly

Do I purposely lose my way

Can't seem to finish

anything I've started

Kitties.

This is stupid.

I don't even like those dumb cats.

I mean one cat, maybe

two so they can friends.

But who needs dozens and dozens of cats?

sh*t Constance.

Kitties.

Kitties.

Oh sh*t. Calm down, Sketch.

Cigarettes.

The f*ck is that?

Don't say a word

Mama's gonna buy you a mocking bird

And if that mocking bird don't sing

Mama's gonna buy you a diamond

And if that diamond ring don't shine

Hey!

Don't eat me, please!

Don't eat me please!

What happened to you?

Who did this to you?

Stop touching

it! It's not mine!

You're gonna A*DS!

What do you mean it's not yours?

Whose is it, Sketch?

They're outside.

You could have stayed inside.

How would you

know where to go then?

I'm pretty sure the

trail of 100 dead cats

is gonna be pretty self-evident.

How could I let you

come out here by yourself?

What if something went wrong?

Right now, the only thing

that's going wrong is the fact

that I have no oxygen.

Seriously Sketch, you gotta

stop with the hood thing!

Sorry.

You're gonna k*ll me long before this

were-raccoon-bear-wolf does.

That's a lot of cats.

I told you.

That. What is that?

I don't know.

So who's walking over the sea of cats?

Assuming it's not gonna be you?

What?

I mean you're covered in enough cat

that you could probably

try out for the musical.

You don't seem as

upset as you should be.

I get that a lot.

What does that mean exactly?

It means that I'm a cold b*tch.

I don't think so.

That was a cat head. Sorry little guy.

That is-that is a bra.

I think that's your

bra. That we left in-

The dumpster!

Yes.

Which means that that

thing tracked us back here.

Do you really think it followed us home?

Unless your bra grew legs

and walked itself over here,

then I think the answer to

that question is a resounding yes.

It's here, isn't it?

It's definitely here.

Do see anything?

I can't see

it through the tree line.

Here boy!

You want a milk bone?

What the hell are you doing?

Shut up.

I've never been into guys.

And if I were, you definitely

wouldn't be my type.

Now is not the time

for you to be acting punny.

Now is not the time to argue

with me about my bad jokes.

Run!

Sketch!

Sketch!

Sketch!

Sketch!

Sketch?

Hey as*h*le!

Come on

Sketch. We're almost there.

Take your coat off.

Okay.

Did... Did we k*ll it?

Verdict's still out on how to do that,

but he definitely has a hole

where it's eye used to be.

He? Who's he?

He? The wolf-badger that

was using you as a Kong?

That's not a he.

That didn't have a p*nis though.

Okay. Well, I'm no doctor

but I'm pretty sure I can tell

when somebody's in shock.

And you're textbook right now.

I never wanted to die alone, you know?

It was nice that you were there.

It was nice.

Get some rest.

Holy sh*t!

They die like anything else.

Constance?

Constance?

The hell is that?

Werewolf dead.

Nothing to worry about.

Went to get Gloria. Constance.

P.S. Don't eat my meow mix.

That's nasty.

sh*t.

Hey! What ya doing?

Oh. Oh, come here-

Oh. You think you're smart.

Do you? Do you,

huh? Oh, come on b*tch.

You about ready?

Okay, we're gonna

see how you do now. Huh?

Up yours you b*tch!

I'll get you.

No f*cking way. Come on.

f*ck.

It's too late.

Sketch?

Sketch?

Who the hell

reorganizes a damn m*rder alley?

Smells terrible.

You do know that's how you get A*DS?

Yeah, I hear that a lot.

Oh sh*t. It's you.

I hear that a lot.

Sorry.

I'm all out of DMT. I'm

all outta meth. But,

do have some of that toilet PCP though.

If you're lookin' for Drew,

he ain't looking

too good these days.

Stunk up the whole block

earlier when the sun was out.

Andrew?

Yeah.

That bucket of chum over

there used to be Drew.

Till he got sick.

That ain't Drew no more.

'Cept maybe to us.

You keep saying he

but the thing in there is a she.

I don't care if he look like Chewbacca.

That's still Drew to me. I

don't care what nobody say.

He knew what he was doing.

He just couldn't control it. That's it.

You call 36 dead bodies not

knowing how to control himself?

36 ain't even a dent

That thing isn't Andrew.

That's always been Drew's home.

Well, if you ask Ralph.

But Ralph probably ended up one of the 36.

No, I get what you're saying.

I know what you're trying to get across

but you're not listening to me.

The thing in that dumpster

does not have a d*ck.

Drew had a d*ck.

So, we can reasonably conclude

that whatever that is isn't Andrew.

Whoa! Take it easy girl.

Did Andrew

have a girlfriend? Wife?

Wendy.

I think her name was Wendy.

Gave a whole new meaning to bumping uglies

if you know what I mean.

That b*tch was ugly.

There's two of them.

Takes two to tango girl.

My name's Constance.

You need to stop with the whole

'come to my car' scams that you're doing.

'Cause it makes you look like a creep.

But I am.

f*cking creepers.

Come on. It's literally

the only one that's mine.

I hear you're

quite the observant one.

Which means that you probably know

that I'm f*cking pissed.

And I know you're pretty pissed off too.

You see,

we've got some pretty epic

wild west standoff thing

going on right now.

On top of some pretty seriously biblical

eye-for-an-eye sh*t.

Literally.

But this is about you and me.

No gimmicks and no bullshit.

This is about

some f*cked up form of honor

and I am not a coward.

We're just a

couple of cowboys with a

hell of a score to settle.

So what is it gonna be Andrew?

Are you a coward or a cowboy?

If you change your mind, the door is open.

Jesus.

What the hell do

you have in these bags?

You don't want to know.

Bringing Drew home?

More like having a funeral.

Where you going to go?

I don't know. The country, maybe?

Well, wherever it is

beware of the monsters.

I plan on it.