All right, everybody!
Who's ready for "Billy and Two Scoops"?
I don't get it, the show has always been called "Two Scoops".
They can't just add "Billy" to the title for no reason.
Oh, Marcus, honey, they have a great reason. Everyone loves Billy!
- I know I do. - But I'm the lead.
So, what, Billy gets a few laughs, now he is the next Urkel?
I mean, even Billy's fan club is twice the size of mine.
Well, he's twice as funny.
Stop it. Your dad is so bad.
Wesley's not my real dad.
Yeah, you should thank your lucky stars for that.
Hm?
You'd still be living in a taxi cab
if your unhinged father didn't go to jail.
Go take your mark.
All right, we're getting ready to go.
All right, gang, we've got a great show for you today.
We hope you all have a blast.
Okay, let's roll!
Okay, here we go. Ready. Three, two, one.
- Mm. - Lenny Scoops, you slow down.
You'll hurt your tummy.
Oh, yeah?
Tell that to my sweet tooth.
We have to open the ice cream store.
I wonder what's taking Billy so long?
Marcus...
Marcus... It's your line.
Oh, my ***, God!
Who's a good boy now, Billy?
God! Oh, shit!
Line!
Hello!?
Is anybody in there?
How the hell am I supposed to pick up this package?
Cross the moat.
Hell, no. You go.
Uh, that water is gross as ***. I'm not swimming in that toilet river.
This doesn't make any sense.
- I'm gonna throw a rock at it. - Oh, great idea, genius.
- Don't you say it. Um... - Oh...
- Right here. - Uh...
I told you so.
- This way. - What the ***?
Hey, where are you going?
You heard the creepy disembodied voice.
This way. Come on, coward.
Getting warmer.
Now he's giggling.
- I can't believe you're enjoying this. - Oh, come on.
It's like a haunted house.
The smoke, the creepy lighting.
I'm half expecting a vampire to just pop out of the smoke and say...
- Hello. - ***.
Oh, God. Oh, my God, you got me, man.
Oh, please tell me you live down here.
Oh, no. I don't live down here.
- Twist! - I don't have time for this tomfoolery.
Show yourself.
Why would I reveal my face?
You see, there's power in anonymity.
Wait a minute. Are you Calypso?
What?
Ca... I read that name everywhere.
"Believe in Calypso." "Calypso is real."
Yeah. Are you him?
- I guess that means yes. - Hm.
Secret compartment. Choice.
Hey, Calypso. I usually get a supply bump
when picking up deliveries. We need gas, man.
The package is what you've earned.
No more, no less. No free handouts.
Well, can we at least get a peek inside?
Or deep dish for the road?
What are you gonna do with a dish?
It's not a dish, dummy. It's a pizza.
Oh, my God. Have you never had pizza?
Oh, we have to try it. It's like a...
Imagine a wheel made of bread and cheese.
- Oh, ***. I want that. - Yeah, we want that.
You have what you need. Now, get.
Take it back to Raven like a good Milkman.
Your San Francisco treat awaits. Ding ding!
This is really well done.
Thank you.
Oh, and John... May all your wishes come true.
That was cool.
I mean, I gotta hand it to that Calypso guy. What a showman.
Do you think that steam was actually coming from the pipes,
or do you think it was dry ice that he filtered in for ambiance?
I'm more concerned with making it to New San Francisco in one piece.
- Just let me take the wheel. - I got it. See?
Now, we can't go back the way we came after Topeka,
so now we're gonna have to go to north and hook back around.
Oh, there's a "Pits."
Cool. That sounds awesome.
Should we stop at the taints after?
Funny. It's a old Milkman pitstop.
You stop off, share intel on delivery routes, gas up,
maybe get some chow, maybe even a shower.
Uh, why the *** didn't we stop by one sooner?
Well, 'cause there are only two of 'em left.
They have very strict ground rules.
Rule one, don't talk about your job.
No one cares what you're moving, but what you're getting paid,
that's a different story.
- So we leave it at the door. - Mm-hmm.
And rule two, no weapons allowed.
Anything can be a weapon. I stabbed you with a pen.
What about your hands?
You can strangle, pummel, you thumb-*** the eyes.
Your hands aren't that strong.
They seem pretty strong to me.
I'll pull over.
Why would you do that? We're on a schedule.
Whoa, whoa. Oh, got it. Ah.
Roberts for Agent Stone. Come in, Agent Stone.
- Stone. - Agent Stone, Sir, it's...
Look, this better be about the mute and the Milkman.
Sir, it's the clown.
Sweet Tooth hit our Colorado outpost just like Utah and the Dam.
He killed everyone and took the prisoners with him.
***! Ah! Ah! No!
- Oh, no. - Also, not urgent.
There was a small snafu with the motor pool.
Minor collision. Jamie and I are fine.
Shut up, he doesn't wanna hear it.
- You don't know that! - Uh, sir, everything is fine.
Listen, Nevada, Utah, Colorado,
these are not just random attacks.
That smiley face, son of a *** is going somewhere.
Now, don't go asking for different drink flavors.
You get what you get, and you don't get upset.
So eat up and take your shits.
Maybe play some pick-up basketball.
- No snack for you. You're with me. - Mm.
- Come on. - Sure.
Harold, you're in charge.
Uh, everything okay?
Oh, sweet of you to ask.
Look at my fan club,
growing every day.
But not everybody believed in me.
We didn't just stop here for poops and hoops.
We're here for something important.
What?
Closure.
Ow. Steering wheel. Ugh.
Evelyn leave a love mark?
She likes to play rough.
She's not a real girl, John.
I know.
So, this is where the Milkmen hang out?
Wow, it really is the pits.
All right. Let's divide and conquer.
My thoughts exactly.
I bless you an honorary Milkman. You gas up. I supply up.
Hey!
Hey, piss flaps, I was next.
At least get a girl off before treating her like shit.
- I ought a choke you. - Ooh... Promise?
Bye, Grady.
He's got nothing. Tiny little ***.
You're up.
Thanks.
I thought, uh, weapons weren't allowed.
Oops.
I haven't seen you around here.
Are you taking over a territory?
- Oh, no. I'm here with... - Johnny?
Mary?
Oh, my God!
Mm! Mm!
Hi.
You left me for dead, ***!
Well, I thought you were dead, ***.
I guess you two know each other?
Wa... Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
you're with this son of a ***?
How clenched do you think his butthole is right now?
Oh, I'm gonna guess it's pretty tight.
Mm-hmm, like a teeny-tiny starfish. Did you miss me?
So, seven shots in, Johnny bets me he can surf his car.
We go out in the parking lot, he gets Evelyn to sixty,
and as he climbs through the window, bam!
His ass ragdolls on the concrete.
Just blood pouring out of his head!
- Oh! - That's so funny, because
he told me that he got that scar from a seven-on-one Vulture car chase.
- That's how I got the other scar. - Mm-hmm.
Uh-huh. So how'd you two meet?
My mother, may she rest in peace,
ran one of the first pits in sunny San Juan Capistrano.
When she croaked, I took over, and
Johnny would pass through to, um...
What'd you call it? "Drain your tank?"
"Fill her up?" "Nuzzle the guzzle."
Come on, man.
Then a gang of Burnouts torched the place.
Blessing in disguise, honestly.
I would've done anything to get the hell out of there.
Johnny knows.
I heard about the fire.
And you didn't come back for me?
They said nobody survived.
Well, this *** did.
Luckily, I knew a place in the church where no one could find me.
The bell tower?
Oh, my God, I haven't thought about that place in ages!
All the bird shit!
The bird shit!
Of course, that's what you remember.
- We made love there. - So now, you're a Milkman.
Mm-hmm! No thanks to you.
I always wanted to be a Milkman, but
no one took me seriously.
Ain't that right, Johnny?
So what's your story, hmm?
No way you're driving cars, I mean, that ass is way too perky.
I'm from the O.C. where they cut off
body parts and wear them like jewelry.
Sounds fun.
Never leave a woman's glass empty. Shots on Johnny!
Yeah, lucky me.
Okay, Quiet, look. About Mary...
Oh, my gosh, you weren't a virgin when I met you?
I could give two soggy dumps about your ex.
You're *** around, we're on a schedule.
*** around? Before you came up,
I found out there was a Vulture's nest a few clicks from here
that we definitely would've driven into.
I say, we butter up these Milkmen with a few buttery nips,
get what intel we can, and get the hell out of here.
- Okay, fine. One more drink. - Yeah.
Hey, hey, hey! All right.
- Whoa! - Whoo!
- There we go. - Bloody Mary's a character, isn't she?
Bloody Mary? Really?
Hey, you're laughing, but she's made more runs than anyone.
She'll wipe out a whole Vulture's nest just for craps
and cackles.
Nicknames mean a lot out here.
- We all got one. - All right, drink' em up, drink 'em up.
- Pizza boy. Petunia. - It looked like an owl, man!
- Pit Viper. - Whoo!
We got more shots.
Well, I can't wait to hear yours.
They call me Mr. Slam.
- Why? - 'Cause I can crush anything with my massive ***.
Sorry!
- You have a shower here? - Out back.
We got everything to take the road ass right off of ya.
Here. For your nooks and crannies.
Mr. Slam, don't you worry about my crannies.
Pizza, baby.
- Pizza, baby! - Pizza!
Pizza guy! Yeah,
people love pizza.
Never trust a guy that wears a jacket inside!
Anchovies?
You know, my parents sent me here 'cause I
got in a disagreement with my co-star.
Well, actually, they sent me to the kiddy ward,
and then, I moved to the juvie wellness center.
Oh, and then, finally got bumped up to Blackfield
after I murdered my roommate.
Trust me, that guy was a psychopath.
What did he do?
He thought Chris Kirkpatrick was the best member of NSYNC.
Are you nuts?
But this?
This is where I grew up. It was hard, at first.
Nobody came to see me. Not even my parents.
They said they would, but they lied!
You felt alone. I get it.
Don't make this about you, Stuart. It's unbecoming.
Sorry.
Oh... Then I got to know the guys in here.
And guess what?
They were just like me.
Yeah. Blackfield was the best ten years
of my twenty-five to life.
Hold on to your buttcrack. We're going in.
Home, sweet home.
Huh, still smells the same.
Your co-star was a dog?
*** Billy, that son of a ***!
Sorry, Mommy, I didn't mean to swear.
Oh, Stu, meet my mommy.
Mommy, meet my Stu.
Hi, Wesley. That's right, I still won't call you "Dad."
You... You locked your parents in here?
I wrote. I tried calling.
They ignored me. They always ignored me.
So when the world ended and the cell block opened up,
I tracked 'em down, and I left them in here to rot.
Just like they left me!
You, uh...
you got their attention now.
Yeah, I do.
Mommy, Wesley,
I never wanted to try out for that sitcom.
I was perfectly happy doing summer stock in the Berkshires.
But you needed a Lexus. You were my parents!
You were supposed to be my biggest fans!
But you know what?
I don't need you *** because I have found my people,
and those guys out there,
they love me for me!
It's okay.
I don't need you!
And that concludes our tour.
Ooh! I'd kill for those areolas.
- Bump? - Uh, nah.
Mm.
Ah.
I know that brand.
You lost a finger, and you got the Law on your ass?
You crazy or just unlucky?
Bit of both, I guess.
Me, too.
Check it.
- You got those from the Law? - Mm, few of 'em.
Mostly from being a Pedestrian.
After the fire, I had to start fresh.
I got this one from playing possum with some Butchers.
Between you and me, grilled dude tastes not that bad.
Hey, you're on my shit.
Oops.
So what's it like driving with Johnny?
Is it as wet and wild as he always said it would be?
He would say "wet and wild."
- Riding with John is mostly irritating. - Huh.
I'm sure I'll get used to it. It's only been a couple of days.
You just met and you're already going on rides?
- I mean, just this one job. - Oh, well, must be nice.
Johnny always said it would be too dangerous for me to ride with him.
"Milkmen have a expiration date,"
blah, blah, blah.
Guess I had to figure it out for myself.
Listen, I wouldn't read too much into it.
It's not like he lets me drive his car.
'Course not.
But I see the way he looks at you.
He likes you. Like, like-likes you.
But he will never pick you over that car.
Evelyn is his ride or die.
Till death do they part.
But what do I know?
Maybe he likes you behind the wheel.
Or the wheel behind you.
Nap time's over, ***!
Time to g...
Oh! Harold, why did you kill everybody?
Oh, shit! Get down!
It's gonna be maggot Thanksgiving down there.
That's a good one, Carl.
Jamie, you and your brother back with me to base.
Mike, get another guy, double taps on everybody.
Collect their weapons.
Uh-huh.
And grab the clown's mask.
I want it for my wall. Let's go.
Come on, Ev. Drink up.
Damn, running water always makes me have to go.
Ah. Oh, ***, Mare!
- Do you mind? - No.
So, Johnny...
What brings you out east?
- Are you serious? - Yeah.
I mean, come on, my job! You know I can't give you the deets.
Your job!
John Doe would never leave California,
it gets too cold, and he doesn't like goose-pimples.
Maybe it's a really good job.
- Oh! - Oh.
Maybe that's why you need a partner.
No, okay, it's not like I recruited her.
- She kinda just fell in my lap. - Mm?
I-I didn't mean it like that. Look, Quiet saved my ass.
If it wasn't for her, I'd be road sauce right now.
Oh, I mean, I've been doing it alone for a while.
I seem to be doing fine.
Oh, unless you're getting soft.
- So... Oh, okay. - Yeah, you're getting soft.
Well, good thing it's my last run.
It's getting cold out here, I'ma head in.
- Your last run? - Hmm?
Come on, you can tell me.
- You used to tell me all kinds of crazy shit, okay? - Yeah, yeah. Yeah.
And I told you shit, too.
Well, let's just say, I'm gonna get what I always wanted.
No.
- Inside? - Hmm? I don't know. Hmm.
- Hey, John. - Yo!
Thought you'd wanna know. Mr. Slam's about to perform.
I do not wanna miss that!
After the show, I gotta get back on the road,
- Uh-huh. - because New San Francisco awaits.
Ohn! John! Are you serious?
Jello, Mare!
Oh, I'm good!
Y'all in the front row, you're gonna get wet.
So, how's the car?
She's good, gassed up, and ready to go.
You smell like fresh forest, like, camping.
- You're drunk! And, also, I'm drunk. - Ugh, you're drunk.
Slam! Slam! Slam!
- Slam! Slam! Slam! - Y'all ready to see this watermelon explode?
- Slam! Slam! Slam! - Hell, yeah!
Slam! Slam! Slam!
- Slam! Slam! Slam! - Shut the *** up!
Oh,
gee, Johnny...
Looks like word got out about your package.
Guess you're not the only one trying to get inside New San Francisco. Aw.
You couldn't have waited one minute?
You told them about New San Francisco?
What the hell happened to rule number one?
This is why we have rule number two.
- I told you that was a *** stupid-ass rule! - All right, fine!
Okay, there's no need for violence.
I'll give you the package. But who do I give it to, huh?
Give it to you?
How about you?
Don't tell me you haven't discussed amongst
yourselves who's gonna get it?
Getting in is a pretty big prize!
Quiet!
John!
Careful, you might nick yourself.
Not *** likely.
The hell is this jacket made of?
Is it just me, or is this kinda hot?
- It's kinda hot. - Yeah. Do it.
*** do it!
Give me another scar, add it to the *** pile!
I would've followed that Milkman anywhere!
All he had to do was say, "come with me", but he didn't!
Okay, I suffered because of him,
so *** him if thinks he can waltz into a better life!
Here's a little free advice.
Don't let revenge ruin a second chance.
Behind you!
God damn, Mary.
Hey! Slam.
Nice dong moves.
Stu! Stu!
I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean to, man.
Holy shit! Shit!
I thought I killed you, man.
You tried to kill me?
Uh... No?
- No, no, no, no! - Who did this?
Answer me! Those were my people! My fans!
Oops.
***! ***, it was Stone! It was Stone. I don't need this, man.
Please. Please!
Plea... N... I can help. I can help.
I know where Stone is.
Wait, Stone hurt you. He can help hurt him back.
You want a pet? Fine.
But you clean up after him.
'Cause we all know what I do to naughty dogs.
Here.
You drive.
At least, till I sober up.
They're going to New San Francisco.
Huh. Interesting.
You guys ever shoot trout in a barrel?
The fun part isn't actually shooting 'em.
It's trapping 'em into the barrel.
Boy howdy...
do I love a good trap.