You can't run!
You can't hide!
I'm gonna get you.
[muffled] Help!
Hello?!
Hello? Help!
[gunshots continue]
[Spurlock] You better hightail it out of here.
I got eight or nine holes dug in the back
just for this.
[laughs sinisterly]
You know what?
I'm taking your asses down!
You shouldn't have fucked with me!
You don't know what you're dealing with!
[door creaks]
[gunshots continue]
Help!
Hello?
[gunshots continue]
That's it.
Time for phase two.
[rats squeaking]
♪ ♪
You'd think they'd know better than messing with me.
[grunts]
[footsteps departing]
[door closes]
♪ ♪
Oh...
[door creaks open]
All yours.
♪ ♪
[footsteps overhead]
[whispers] What the hell?
[camera clicking]
[door creaks]
[clock ticking]
[floorboards creaking]
[gasps]
[TV playing in distance]
♪ ♪
[man on TV] My ex-wife Tanya and I...
♪ ♪
[Spurlock] Nobody's ever left here alive.
[gunshot]
This is the part I love.
[gunshots continue]
- Hey. - Hey.
[Spurlock] Tracking you down!
Did you see Heather leave the house?
No. Call and see where she's at.
- [Natalie] Heather! - [Heather] Where are you?
We're almost to the car. Hurry.
Phone. Phone.
Hey.
[camera clicking]
[Heather] I'm almost there. Don't leave without me.
[engine starts]
I'm here, I'm here!
Let's get the fuck out of here.
- Did you remember proof picture? - Shit.
Two minutes.
[camera clicks]
[laughter echoing]
♪ They try to catch me ♪
♪ Catch me, catch me, catch me if you can ♪
♪ I'm just trying to get these bands ♪
♪ I just came up with a plan ♪
♪ I was born to be the man ♪
♪ Yeah, I was born to be the man ♪
♪ Catch me, catch me, catch me if you can ♪
♪ I was born to be the man ♪
♪ I just came up with a plan ♪
♪ I'm-a see it to the end ♪
♪ Try to catch me if you can ♪
♪ Catch me, catch me, catch me if you can ♪
♪ Catch me, catch me...
It's for Players' Ball.
- Players' what? - Players' Ball.
It's tradition for the emcee to host a party
for the players and their guests.
Wouldn't they have sent an evite or something?
No, I think it's more festive this way.
- Festive? Okay. - [chuckles]
Here, I'll help you out.
How about that?
[car alarm blaring]
Hey, hey. Can I get in the truck?
What in the fuck happened to you?
- Can I get in the fucking truck, Ray? - Yeah, hop on in.
[music playing faintly]
You have a handkerchief?
What the fuck was that, Ray? What the...
What the fuck you?
Okay, do you know the... you know the guys I had
a deal going with down in Galveston?
- Yup. - Yeah, so,
I got a little bit behind on paying them back on product.
You dumb piece of shit.
I mean, what kind of drug dealer steals from their own supplier?
I mean, I was gonna... I was gonna pay it back.
I got till the end of summer.
[sniffs]
I-I need back in the game, Ray.
[sighs heavily]
You're in a lot of trouble.
Lucky for you, I know you so well.
- Okay. - I knew you were gonna fuck some shit up,
so I went ahead and grabbed you one of these relics anyway.
Here, look.
Check it out.
I sent in your proof.
- Looks like a dick. - You asshole.
[horses neighing]
- [snorting] - [clucking]
[Anne] He's gonna take his cues from you.
Horses are extremely intuitive.
My late husband used to say
we should sign him up for jury duty.
[man] Hey, Anne. Anne.
Oh, shoot, I forgot Little Bill was coming over today.
- Little Bill Kelly? - Yeah. You know him?
Um, just from, like, around town.
His dad was the sheriff before Cortez was.
That's right.
You know he did two tours in Afghanistan?
Took a bullet. Missed his spine by an inch.
Came back, he was all muddled up.
- I try to give him work whenever I can. - Howsit?
Yeah. Hey.
Yeah, it's that seed barn over yonder?
Yeah. Let me get the truck.
Otherwise we have to hike around the lake.
[chuckles]
- Hey. - Hey.
Hey, boy.
Hey.
Now, don't forget, you got to be firm with him.
All right? He's got to know that you're in control.
Ain't that right, boy?
Ain't that right?
I always wanted a horse of my own.
I wanted a lot of things.
Horses can sense fear, you know.
- See ya. - Bye.
- Hey. - [horse snorts]
Good boy.
[Williams] You know this town, Reverend.
We're looking for any kids
who have gotten themselves into trouble this past year.
The idea is that some of these kids
might be carrying around pretty big scars.
I'm not a Catholic priest, John,
if you're looking for confessions.
Who is that?
He looks familiar.
We keep our doors open, as God commands.
"I am the door.
If anyone enters by Me, he will be saved."
It's Hunt Kenny.
Graduated last year, he works with his uncle
- over at the Autolot. - Hunt Kenny.
I know that name. He in here a lot?
Not as much as he should be.
Amen.
[Langley] So, I saw Abby's mom yesterday.
What about those notes she said Abby was getting?
Well, I think notes we never read
can't tell us very much, now, can they?
You ask me my opinion,
I think Mary's trying to find someone to blame.
You know, somewhere to put her grief.
Trust me, I know the feeling.
Any luck on those security tapes I asked you
- to pull from the granary? - No.
What? The graffiti must have come from somewhere, man.
Hernandez has been culling through 20 hours' worth.
Nothing yet.
But I did run by the church earlier, saw this kid
Hunt Kenny skulking around a recovery meeting.
[Cortez] Yeah, Hunt played football with Jimmy.
I knew I remembered his name from somewhere.
It turns out, we picked him up a few times.
Vandalism, reckless driving.
We even booked him on possession once.
All right, Langley, I want you to drop in on this Hunt kid
and see what kind of trouble he's gotten himself into.
- Okay. - Ooh, Williams.
Speaking of trouble,
one of your old friends is back in town.
- What do you mean? - Which is funny kind of timing, 'cause I thought
for sure he was Beaumont's problem now.
- No. - As of today,
the prodigal son has returned.
♪ ♪
[vehicle approaching]
[engine shuts off]
Grandpa still breathing?
Last I checked.
Goddamn.
Here I was hoping on some good news.
Come here, you little asshole.
[both laugh]
[both hollering]
Shit!
So what the fuck, you miss me or what?
- Fuck no. - [laughs]
- Eh, no. - Ah.
I missed borrowing your car, though.
Yeah, I bet you do.
Only way your dumb ass could get laid, huh?
- Mm-hmm? - Mm-hmm.
I'm sorry I couldn't make it to graduation, man.
I wanted to be there, but I got this boss
that's riding my ass so hard.
Fucker won't even buy me flowers on my birthday.
But, hey, I got you something.
- Hope you like it. - Oh, come on!
- Get off of me! - Special delivery from your older brother.
Thank you.
[entry bell chimes]
- Do you sell wax paper? - Uh... yeah.
Uh, I mean, it's at the back.
You can't miss it.
- Yeah. It's just there. - All right.
[Natalie] Okay, wow.
Okay. Bake a lot of cookies?
Maybe. No, I'm just a photographer.
This, uh... my flash diffusers keep disappearing,
so these work just as well.
I recognize you.
You photographed my graduation.
Probably. I did, like, uh, 13 of them this year.
I'm at Maverick.
- Oh, come on. You don't remember me? - I'm sorry.
Black gown? Matching cap? Tassel?
You're the one with the, uh,
- with the amazing smile, right? - Mm-hmm.
See, there it is. Now I remember.
- Yeah. - Remind me of your name again?
Uh, I'm Nat.
- Max. - Hi.
Slinger.
[register beeping]
- So, time to pay. - Oh, yes.
- Sorry. - [chuckles]
The old money thing. [chuckles]
Uh, you photographed the parade, too, right?
- Yeah, I freelance for the county. - Oh.
So I do rodeos, parades, graduations,
- monster truck rallies. - Hmm.
So what happened to those graduation photos?
When do we get to see them?
I sent them over to the school,
- put a couple on the website. - Do you do headshots?
Yeah. If you ever want one, you should hit me up.
- It was nice to meet you. - Yeah.
It's nice to meet you, too.
[exhales]
[bell chimes]
Ooh, what do you think, huh?
Manic pixie dream girl, tragic ingenue,
dangerous seductress?
Uh, what?
It's outfits. Players' Ball?
Hmm. Okay, let me think.
What about tragic pixie seductress?
[laughs softly]
- That's a real good one. - Thank you.
Think it's something.
You tell me everything, right?
Why? What do you want to know?
Nothing, just, like,
if you had a secret, you would tell me, right?
Oh, Heather, look, it's, it's not a secret
you and Bishop are, like, stupid in love.
It's just a cliché.
Whoa-ho, whoa.
- Wait. - No?
That's not, that's not what I meant.
- Uh-huh? - For real, okay?
It was just more of, like, a philosophical question.
Oh, of course.
Do you remember that list of names I found
in Spurlock's tunnels?
You know that means a judge was with us, right?
It's got to be Ray.
His grandfather used to own that land.
I mean, I bet he picked it for the underground,
so he could, like, run down
and make names of whoever made it inside.
Maybe.
Uh, who else could it be?
[exhales]
Bishop and I are not in love, by the way.
Oh, gosh.
I mean, every time you guys make eye contact,
it's like your eyeballs turn into tongues.
- [kissing] - Okay, first of all,
- that's disgusting. - Mm-mm.
Second of all, he's my best friend.
No, you know what? You're right.
I-It's not a cliché, being in love
with your best friend, it's just, like,
the number one Google search term.
- You're delusional. - You're procrastinating.
[sighs]
Where you going?
I have to get Lily from camp.
- [grunts] - Fine.
- Procrastinating! - Okay.
[Hunt] I swear to God, I've never played the game.
I got enough problems as it is.
[Langley] No shit. Hunt, you had a rough year.
Jimmy talked about it, though?
Once or twice.
All right, we talked about it, but...
it was only because...
we had a pool going.
Who did?
Some of the guys on the football team had a bet going
against some of the girls on the dance team.
We picked Jimmy to win.
That's why the guys were mad when he kept fucking up.
The guys thought he was keeping his score low
so Abby would go to finals.
Finals? Russian roulette?
Okay, you said that Jimmy had to keep his score low,
so that means the game is based on points?
- It's a point system? - I told you, I never played.
Dude, you were on the football team.
You had money in the pot.
Who made it to finals?
So why would Jimmy have to keep his score low
to give Abby a spot?
Who else had the points last year?
Cole Warren had the points.
But he fucked off with some girl to Colorado
before the game was over.
I don't know who took his spot.
Can I go now?
- [door opens] - When you do know, call me.
- [door closes] - [Lily] And afternoons,
we're going to do drama with Miriam.
We're even going to write our own play.
[Heather] Yes, you told me. That's very exciting.
Don't forget the permission slips in the welcome packet.
Mom has to sign both or I can't go on any of the field trips.
I will make sure that she signs them,
- I promise. - [Bo] Damn bitch.
Who does she think she is, man?
[Lily] What's he doing here?
- Leaving, looks like. - I wish he'd stay gone.
- [engine starts] - Hey, baby. You forgot something.
Give them to your next whore.
Hey, you know what? I'm done with you, Sherri.
- You understand? - [tires screeching]
You promise?
Yeah, done!
Well, you two coming in,
or do I need to get a watering can and plant you?
[country music playing softly]
You want to watch something,
the remote's right over there on the couch.
- Lily? Dinner in five! - [Lily groans]
[Lily] I'm reading.
What is all that stuff?
Um, stuff the library sent home.
Permission slips so Lily can go on the field trips.
Do they cost money?
So, you and Bo broke up again?
Yeah. Found some photos on his phone of some slut
he met down at the racetrack.
Hey.
Got something for you.
That's $400 back of what I took.
I made a little extra working a few weddings.
- I know it isn't much, but... - Thank you.
I just wish I didn't have to take it in the first place.
You know?
How's the new job going?
That woman got you cleaning her toilets yet?
No, I mostly just work with the animals.
Just remember. You're nobody's maid.
The city people come up here,
think they own the place and everyone in it.
Anne's not really like that.
She's gonna teach me to ride horses.
Yeah?
She gonna pay you for that?
[laughs softly]
Lily, dinner! Now!
[Lily] I need to finish this chapter.
[laughs]
I swear, that girl's gonna get
her nose stuck in a book one day.
I don't know where she gets it from.
When I was her age, you couldn't've paid me
to sit there reading.
Wish I could go back and smack myself into some sense.
No, when I was young,
all I wanted to do was hang out with my friends,
listen to music, smoke weed.
[laughs]
No, I should've finished school,
saved up my money.
- Sometimes I think if I hadn't... - Hadn't what?
[whispering] All I know is,
you're not gonna end up like I did.
You're too smart for that.
No, you're gonna figure out what you want,
and you're gonna go after it.
♪ ♪
[dog barking]
[grunts softly]
Heather?
Uh, hey.
- What are you doing here? - Um...
Have you seen my sweatshirt?
- Your sweatshirt? - Yeah.
The green one with all the patches on it.
You drove all the way out here to see if I have
your sweatshirt?
I tried to call you.
My phone's dead.
Uh, left my charger in my dad's car.
So... you haven't seen it.
Okay, well,
um, I...
um, better get back to canvassing.
You know, the first 48 hours after a sweatshirt goes missing
are the most important.
Why are you being so weird?
Could we talk for a second, inside?
- Uh, yeah, n-now's not a great time. - [phone ringing]
I thought you said your phone was dead.
- Yeah, um, I... - [door opens]
[Leela] Oh.
Hey. Bishop, your phone.
- Uh, uh... - I didn't know
you were coming over.
Yeah, neither did I. [chuckles]
U-Uh, c-could you give us a minute?
Sure.
Sure, no problem.
- [door closes] - [Heather] Uh...
- Right. Yeah. - Heather.
- H-Heather. - I just can't believe
I stood there word-vomiting at you and...
you didn't tell me that she was...
You should have told me.
Look, it's-it's not what you think.
What I think is that it's awesome.
You're, you-you-you're not upset?
Upset? No. I...
I am the opposite of upset.
I'm, I'm really happy for you.
W-Well, it seems like you're upset.
I just...
I just can't believe you didn't tell me.
You know, we're best friends, right?
Friends are supposed to tell each other things.
- Especially, like, that thing. - Heather...
Heather, wait. I...
I have something to say to you, too.
And-and I-I've wanted to say it
for a while, but I'm...
I-I'm scared of losing you as a friend.
These-these past few months, I've felt...
...a change.
I felt... A-And I felt like-like you might feel...
See, the-the thing is...
...we've been best friends for a while...
...and I don't want to...
Me neither.
Oh, my God. Me neither. Um...
You and me, like that, is...
I've never thought about you like that.
Like, not even for, like, a split-second,
thought about you like that.
I mean, you're like my brother.
You know, the idea of kissing you is, like...
...traumatizing.
So, we're on the same page.
Yeah, I-I just...
wanted to make sure.
So that it wouldn't be weird with Leela.
Not weird.
♪ ♪
[crying]
I told you, I am not going.
Yeah, I'm not gonna let you wallow.
I'm not wallowing.
Uh, yeah, this is the definition of wallowing.
All right, listen.
You're going to Players' Ball,
you're gonna have fun, you're gonna look hot.
You're gonna forget all about Bishop. Fuck him.
But...
we really need to fix you up.
[groans]
[Natalie] You look so good.
I did a great job. Ready?
- Sure. - [laughs]
- Ta-da. - Ooh.
Oh, come on, you look amazing.
No, I... Yeah, no, I just, I feel like, I feel like
I'm trying to look good.
But you look super hot.
Who cares if you nailed it?
Right?
[clears throat]
[phone chimes and buzzes]
[laughs softly]
Who are you texting?
Um, no one. Just Dodge.
- Mm. - He said he'd drive us.
What? What are you looking at?
Why do you blush when you say Dodge's name?
I don't blush.
I mean, we can't win unless we know the competition, so...
Oh, right, 'cause he's a "tactic"? Right.
Haven't you ever heard "keep your enemies close"?
[both laugh]
- You're scary sometimes. - Only sometimes?
- Mm-hmm. - [laughs]
Okay, you win. I think he's cute.
[laughs] Aha!
And you know I like mysteries.
- Like father, like daughter. - Ha, very funny.
Let's go.
♪ I wanna see the light with no light switch ♪
♪ Pretending you is nice, you ain't nice, bitch ♪
- [laughs] - ♪ Ain't never made your bed ♪
♪ I made mine great ♪
♪ I made this flavor taste, you just bite it ♪
♪ I know that pocket empty, but my life so packed...
Welcome. I'll take that.
♪ I'm an action girl, workin' with a lot of passion, girl ♪
♪ Make my own way, pass you, don't pass me, girl ♪
♪ So you won't toss back the torch ♪
♪ Ain't gonna light, why you gotta mass-destroy? ♪
Oh, holy shit. Luke Hall is here.
I thought he moved away.
[Heather] Or wasn't he in jail or something?
He played Panic?
Uh, he won Panic.
Didn't he hit a pedestrian with his car playing Joust?
No, there was no Joust that year.
Luke won in Roulette.
No one else would touch the gun.
[Summer] I heard that Luke
and Conrad Spurlock were in a stolen car.
- Bullshit. - That...
- [Summer] It's not bullshit. - [Troy] Uh, absolutely,
the fact that you have three kings is?
- [Natalie] Hey, you okay? - Huh?
- Are you okay? - Yeah. Yeah.
I'm gonna grab a drink. You want anything?
- Mmm... - Shots.
- Yeah. I'll have what she's having. - Okay.
- Yeah.
[Shawna] Anyways, Hunt says the story, it's all bullshit.
Yeah. Fake news.
Yeah. If he actually hit somebody, they'd be in jail.
- [Shawna] Exactly. - [Summer] Well, Spurlock and the D.A.
are friends from high school.
So you think he helped to cover up a murder?
No, he didn't kill the girl.
She's just paralyzed.
My cousin works at a hospital in Freetown,
and he says that she's gonna be in a wheelchair for life.
[Shawna] Jesus. That sucks.
- [cheering, laughter] - ♪ Let's go, let's go ♪
♪ Pump it up to the next, let's go ♪
♪ I know we know you know ♪
♪ Pump it up to the next, let's go, let's go ♪
♪ Let's go, pump it up to the next, let's go ♪
♪ I know you know we know ♪
♪ Pump it up to the next level, let's go...
- Hey, girl. - Hey.
♪ Let's go, let's go, pump it up to the next...
Yes.
- Bienvenido a Casa Diggins. - [cheers]
- I got a beverage. - Ah, thank you.
And I see you've been having some fun.
Nice dress.
[clears throat]
It looks good on you.
- Oh. - Of course,
it would look better on my floor.
Please don't tell me that line actually works on some girls.
- I'm usually the one working on them. - Mm.
Did you download your whole personality from Tinder,
or did you have to get the douchebag custom?
- Um, it's definitely one of a kind. Yeah. - Mm-hmm.
You are an onion of clichés about terrible people.
[exhales] Yeah?
Yeah.
So what do you want me to say?
Hmm.
Um... [clears throat]
I want you to be, like, real.
Like a real person for, like, two seconds,
instead of a walking condom ad.
[exhales] You want me to be real with you?
Mm.
Okay.
I'll be real with you.
I like the way that you bite your lip.
Mm.
I like the way that you walk around
like the world is a crowded elevator
and your body's just some luggage
you're trying to shrink up so it doesn't bother anybody.
I like your body.
I like to think about touching it.
I like to think about
how long it would take me to walk my fingers
across every single inch of it without missing a spot.
- [clears throat] - Is that real enough for you?
'Cause it's all bullshit.
[laughs]
A line's a line, sweetheart, even if it's dressed up pretty.
At least mine are honest.
[exhales]
- You're a fucking asshole. - So I've heard.
But what do you care what I think about you, right?
You don't care.
Like you said at the last challenge,
you'd rather fucking die.
♪ ♪
Fuck you.
Bye, guys. See you later.
♪ See it in your eyes, we 'bout to fuck...
How come you never laugh?
- I laugh. - Oh, yeah?
- Yeah, I laugh. - Of course.
I laugh when I think things are actually funny.
Ouch. Okay.
Yeah.
Is this funny?
- [laughs] - Seriously?
Not seriously. Come on.
- Laugh. - Okay. Okay.
- I'll laugh if you stop splashing me. - I can't.
I'm a dolphin.
- You're a dolph... You're a dolphin? - [making dolphin sounds]
I'm a dolphin woman.
- It's a real struggle. - Okay, okay, okay.
You win, dolphin. Half-dolphin person.
I think you're afraid.
What do you think I'm afraid of?
I don't know.
But I want to find out.
Okay.
You want to know what I'm afraid of?
Dolphins.
[Natalie cries out]
[both laughing]
[making dolphin sounds]
♪ I'm tryin' to dance on it, I'm tryin' to dance on it ♪
♪ I'm tryin' to, I'm tryin' to, I'm tryin' to dance on it ♪
♪ Ah, ah, let me show you how to dance on it ♪
♪ Find a ballin' ... ♪
♪ Spend some bands on it, bands on it ♪
Hell yes.
[all shouting and laughing]
- ♪ You wanna tap that? You wanna smack that? ♪ - Yeah!
Freakin' idiot.
♪ Send it in the cash app ♪
♪ You want that that? Where the bag at? ♪
♪ It ain't trickin' if you got it, send the cash app ♪
♪ I want a ... with some ice to come and drip it on me ♪
♪ I want a ... pushin' bricks to come and flip it on me ♪
♪ Heavy weight up in the streets but he ain't slippin' on me ♪
♪ Water whippin' in the kitchen, spend a ticket on me ♪
♪ I been the one, you know what's up ♪
♪ Hop in the whip, it's goin' up ♪
♪ He keep a blick, you know it's tuck...
Your lips look really soft.
Thank you.
Like tiny lip pillows.
Yeah, well, Troy told me if you exfoliate...
- Oh, oh, yep, that's my lips. - [both laugh]
Oh, my God, I love this song.
- Don't you love this song? Everybody loves this song. - [stammers]
You know who doesn't love this song?
Actually, who cares?
Who fucking cares if he loves me or not?
It. If he loves it or not.
It.
♪ By the way ♪
♪ Honey, you're the only one ♪
♪ There's a sickness to love ♪
♪ And I don't know why...
♪ ♪
Are you gonna be okay?
♪ ♪
[laughter]
[music playing faintly]
Nice ride.
Be a shame to see it all banged up.
It's Dodge's.
I'm not driving. Obviously.
[grunts]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Easy now. Easy now.
Watch the paint job.
Fuck you.
Cars are just like girls, you know?
Treat 'em nice and gentle...
And what, you can ride 'em longer?
- Can I ask you something? - Yeah.
Do you have any feelings at all...
...that don't come straight from your penis?
I get hungry sometimes.
[both chuckle]
Wow. Hey.
- You're already trashed. - [sighs]
So?
When the ride's over, you get off, sweetheart.
[sighs]
Party's that way, you know.
My grandpa used to drink this shit in handles.
Used to...
beat ice right down into the bottle.
I could always tell it was vodka night,
'cause the smell of piss from his bedroom would keep me up,
even if I kept the windows open.
It's funny how I liked that smell.
[bottle shatters]
It meant he'd stayed away from whiskey.
Whiskey?
He'd stay on his feet...
and we woke up 'cause we heard him coming.
Sometimes...
I feel like smashing everything.
Sometimes...
I want to know how Jimmy Cortez felt
when he put the barrel of the gun in his mouth.
But most of the times...
I feel like nothing at all.
Is that good enough for you?
Mm-hmm.
[Heather shudders]
Do you ever want...
something good to happen?
A really good thing?
Or, like, maybe...
um...
you think something good is gonna happen...
and you want it so much
that you forget that it's not true already?
I don't think good things are gonna happen to me anymore.
Keeps me from being disappointed.
That's sad.
You're the one crying in a parking lot.
[sighs, shudders]
I was not crying.
Oh. Then you have really, really sweaty eyes.
[chuckles softly]
You know...
you and I are a lot alike.
Yeah?
Okay, let's go, let me have it. Come on.
We're both trash.
[exhales softly] Wow, thank you.
So, do I take my underwear off now or later?
No.
I mean we're trash people.
Throwaways.
Castoffs.
We're the shitty exit
of a nowhere town
in a place that nobody wants to be.
You know what people see when they look at us?
Coupons that go in the garbage.
They see dirt that washes off in their fancy showers.
They see shitty clothes they'd never wear,
shitty jobs they'd never want to work.
They can't roll their windows up fast enough
to keep out the smell of poor.
But can I tell you something?
I love that smell.
Sweat.
Hunger.
Life.
[whispers] Rich girls smell like plastic.
You turned into a bird that night.
I don't know what you are.
It doesn't matter that you're pretty.
I don't care.
[whispers] I saw you fly.
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[clattering nearby]
Wait.
What is it?
I don't know. I thought I heard something.
[girl] Over here, guys, come on!
[girl 2] Check it out, it's starting.
We should split up.
Fine by me.
"Friday. From Dusk till Dawn. Graybill House. "
Can't wait to clean this shit.
It's still wet.
Couldn't have gone up more than a few minutes ago.
But that means...
The judges are here.
At least one of them, anyway.
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