The Beast of Walton St. (2023) Movie Script
Stay.
Fuck.
God dammit.
Goddamn.
Home sweet hell. I'll drink to that.
Oh, mother fuck.
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 ass
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 dick 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!
Shit! God Dammit!
What the fuck, man.
Shit man.
I ain't gonna be attacked
by no damn dumpster.
Fuck this shit man.
Alright you dirty slime ball.
Dirty dick sack of shit.
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
fucking raccoons
that come out and bite me in the face!
Holy shit.
What the fuck.
This ain't no goddamn 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 murder 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 bitch.
You think I'm a fucking bitch?
I ain't no fucking bitch.
You come back here, I'll show
you who the fucking bitch is.
Shit.
Where's my cigarettes?
Fuck. I just had 'em.
Stay out of the road, asshole.
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 ass
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 shit
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 gang 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
fucking 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, fucking hell!
What?
Isn't that the Italian restaurant?
Yeah. So that would make this...
Fuck.
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 vagina 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
fucking 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 fucking 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-ass 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-ass, 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 bitch!
Ow! You punched me in the tit!
Well, you did it first!
Well, you were being an asshole
and you weren't listening to me.
In retrospect, I should
punched you in the ass.
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'?
Fuck 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 AIDs 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 murdered
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 AIDs! AIDs
everywhere! AIDs 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 AIDs.
You have got to be fucking 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 AIDs 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 asshole 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 shit 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?
Shit Constance.
Kitties.
Kitties.
Oh shit. Calm down, Sketch.
Cigarettes.
The fuck 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 AIDs!
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 kill 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 bitch.
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 asshole!
Come on
Sketch. We're almost there.
Take your coat off.
Okay.
Did... Did we kill 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 penis 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 shit!
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.
Shit.
Hey! What ya doing?
Oh. Oh, come here-
Oh. You think you're smart.
Do you? Do you,
huh? Oh, come on bitch.
You about ready?
Okay, we're gonna
see how you do now. Huh?
Up yours you bitch!
I'll get you.
No fucking way. Come on.
Fuck.
It's too late.
Sketch?
Sketch?
Who the hell
reorganizes a damn murder alley?
Smells terrible.
You do know that's how you get AIDs?
Yeah, I hear that a lot.
Oh shit. 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 dick.
Drew had a dick.
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 bitch 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.
Fucking 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 fucking 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 shit.
Literally.
But this is about you and me.
No gimmicks and no bullshit.
This is about
some fucked 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.
Fuck.
God dammit.
Goddamn.
Home sweet hell. I'll drink to that.
Oh, mother fuck.
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 ass
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 dick 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!
Shit! God Dammit!
What the fuck, man.
Shit man.
I ain't gonna be attacked
by no damn dumpster.
Fuck this shit man.
Alright you dirty slime ball.
Dirty dick sack of shit.
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
fucking raccoons
that come out and bite me in the face!
Holy shit.
What the fuck.
This ain't no goddamn 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 murder 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 bitch.
You think I'm a fucking bitch?
I ain't no fucking bitch.
You come back here, I'll show
you who the fucking bitch is.
Shit.
Where's my cigarettes?
Fuck. I just had 'em.
Stay out of the road, asshole.
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 ass
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 shit
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 gang 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
fucking 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, fucking hell!
What?
Isn't that the Italian restaurant?
Yeah. So that would make this...
Fuck.
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 vagina 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
fucking 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 fucking 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-ass 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-ass, 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?
Page 465.
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 bitch!
Ow! You punched me in the tit!
Well, you did it first!
Well, you were being an asshole
and you weren't listening to me.
In retrospect, I should
punched you in the ass.
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'?
Fuck 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 AIDs 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 murdered
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 AIDs! AIDs
everywhere! AIDs 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 AIDs.
You have got to be fucking 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 AIDs 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 asshole 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 shit 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?
Shit Constance.
Kitties.
Kitties.
Oh shit. Calm down, Sketch.
Cigarettes.
The fuck 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 AIDs!
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 kill 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 bitch.
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 asshole!
Come on
Sketch. We're almost there.
Take your coat off.
Okay.
Did... Did we kill 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 penis 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 shit!
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.
Shit.
Hey! What ya doing?
Oh. Oh, come here-
Oh. You think you're smart.
Do you? Do you,
huh? Oh, come on bitch.
You about ready?
Okay, we're gonna
see how you do now. Huh?
Up yours you bitch!
I'll get you.
No fucking way. Come on.
Fuck.
It's too late.
Sketch?
Sketch?
Who the hell
reorganizes a damn murder alley?
Smells terrible.
You do know that's how you get AIDs?
Yeah, I hear that a lot.
Oh shit. 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 dick.
Drew had a dick.
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 bitch 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.
Fucking 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 fucking 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 shit.
Literally.
But this is about you and me.
No gimmicks and no bullshit.
This is about
some fucked 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.