Halloweed Page #7

Okay, you're next.

Just to be safe, I'll go

over it one last time.

I have time for

that, right?

She just started her

story so I have...

That was it.

It was awesome.

[clapping]

-Alright!

-Thank you.

I brought it this year.

Not gonna lie.

Hell yeah, you

brought it, girl.

What's up? Alright.

Okay, okay, okay.

I guess uh...

I guess it looks like Trent

will be closing us out.

You got it, Trent.

You got this one, buddy.

Hey, make it quick.

-And good.

-Sure, okay.

Alright.

For the approval of the

midnight association,

I submit the keyhole.

Ooh!

Now the weary business traveler,

he walks into this desolate...

[suspenseful music]

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And that's it.

And they never

found his eye.

Okay.

I am never gonna

sleep again.

Sh*t!

That was crazy, right?

That was so good.

Seriously, f***

off, Britney.

That was terrifying.

Dude, what the f***

happened to his eye?

Alright, alright, now that

we're done with that dog

and pony show, I have

a story of my own.

Oh god.

Dude, let's just

call it a night.

I said I have a story.

I mean, no offense, you're

this like politician guy now.

It's probably not

even gonna be scary.

Oh, it's

frightening indeed.

Scarier than your p*ssy

little fairytales you've

been telling tonight all

put together because my

story's based in truth and truth

can be very, very chilling.

Ripped from the

headlines, I like it.

Ripped from the

headlines, indeed.

It all starts with

a very bad man.

A man that's bad and

he just can't help it.

Something that's

inside him.

Something that

he was born with.

Have you ever heard of

the Bridgeport Butcher?

Yeah, yeah.

What, he comes back

from the dead, right?

Well not exactly.

Let's just say the

Bridgeport Butcher lives

through his children.

His son in particular.

His son was born

into pure evil.

And he's not just lost

somewhere in the world.

He's right here

in Mooseheart.

-What?

-No way.

It's the killings.

And he is sitting here among

us right at this campfire.

-No.

-See.

Sitting right next

to my Madison.

I knew there was something

strange about him.

Take it away, Trent.

Is this true?

No.

Sort of.

It's really complicated.

What do you mean

it's complicated?

Yes or no.

Are you the son of the

Bridgeport Butcher, Trent?

Yeah, but it's not...

[indistinct chatter]

I am out of here.

Trent Modine, son of

Vincent Modine, the

Bridgeport Butcher, in

town just in time for

Pilmington's death.

Coincidence?

[laughing]

Um, Brenda, maybe you

could help me clean up.

I did.

You whiney little slut.

Okay, thanks, sis.

Madison, wait.

This is where I one up

you and get the girl.

So you go and do whatever it

is that you do alone, okay?

Oh, and your story scared

the sh*t out of me.

Thanks.

Hey, don't worry about him.

He's kind of a jerk.

F*** off, Britney.

-Sorry.

-I understand.

Okay.

I'm gonna...

Take care.

Sorry about the mess.

[suspenseful music]

d

Wait.

Wait, please.

I swear I wasn't

gonna inhale.

I swear.

I'm a virgin.

[baby laughing]

[screaming]

[eerie music]

d

[inaudible mumbling]

Anybody here?

Is someone breaking

into my house?

Like a dumb

son of a b*tch.

[laughing]

B*tch!

[grunts]

You?

[suspenseful music]

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[baby laughing]

What are you doing

here, Trent?

I just wanted to talk.

Why are you

covered in eggs?

Oh, uh...

F***ing moron!

Bridgeport b*tch.

Eventually I'll learn

how to make an omelet.

Anyway, you ran out pretty

quick the other night.

Could you blame me?

No, I don't blame you.

I would run, too.

I did run.

To Mooseheart.

But look, I am who I am.

My father was who he was.

It's not fair to

judge me on that.

That's what you

think I'm doing?

That's what

everyone's doing.

That's why I came

to Mooseheart.

I thought I could

get a fresh start.

I figured a town with such

a morbid history might

actually accept me

and I was wrong.

Yeah, you don't get it.

You don't get it at all.

This has nothing to do

with your father's past.

This has everything

to do with you lying.

And you don't lie.

Not to me.

Madison.

You know what?

I'm done.

I feel like a cop or a

robber or some sh*t.

-Gotta focus, man.

-Okay, okay.

Dude, holy sh*t, Trey.

This is real f***ing

murder scene.

I told you, man. I wouldn't

make some sh*t like that up.

I saw them wrapping up the

scene when I was on my way

back from Madison's house.

I know these cops have

missed something.

We gotta get in there.

We gotta find these clues.

And find out who this

killer is and clear my name.

Oh, this is spooky!

[gasps]

Hey, look at me, dude.

I'm Patch.

He who has the

weed has the power.

We're supposed to be

looking for clues.

Relax, Sherlock Homo.

The cops already

came through here.

Doubt you're gonna find

anything that they missed.

Then why are you here?

Uh, to get his weed sh*t

and from what I remember,

dead people don't

smoke weed that much.

Oh, dude!

The cops left

all this sh*t.

Bro, the f***!

New scale.

Holy sh*t.

What the f***.

The killer was

wearing shoes.

-Good.

-Dude!

What the f***

am I doing here?

Sh*t.

Joey.

Candy corn.

I'm good, dude.

I haven't smoked yet.

No, no, no. Look.

There's candy corn

all over the floor.

Oh, sh*t.

You think the candy

corn killer's behind

all these killings?

Either that or it was

left here to distract us.

Hm.

Who would wanna

kill Patch?

I mean, there's gotta be a

rhyme, a reason, a pattern, uh.

What?

Okay, so the killings

started right after we

moved to Mooseheart.

I didn't do it.

Who else came to Mooseheart

around the same time?

I don't know.

Connor Price.

-Who the f***--

-God, I knew it!

Who is that?

A f***ing psycho.

Who the f***'s

Connor Price?

Oh, it makes sense.

Still can't figure out though

how he knew about me and my dad.

I mean, nobody knew

about that except us.

And that guy you told.

Joey, what guy?

Oh, it was a good looking

dude I sold weed to.

He said you told

him everything.

He had sparkly eyes.

Kind of has a six pack and

he's got like a nice ass.

He drives fancy

sports car.

He's like a model

looking dude.

You told Connor

Price about me?

-About my dad?

-He said he knew everything!

Are you outside of

your f***ing mind?

Joey, what was the main reason

that we moved to Mooseheart?

So I can put that

nonsense behind me.

How could you?

What, you got a joke?

Tell me a f***ing joke. You

got another f***ing joke?

Calm down, bro. Relax.

It doesn't even matt--

F***!

What did you do?

You ruined everything.

You ruined everything!

You ruined everything

because you wanted to move

to this shithole town

because you're too much of

a p*ssy to face the music.

You're not even

my real brother.

You better hope you

didn't break this nose.

This is a f***ing Picasso.

Piece of sh*t.

Thanks, stop with

the applause.

Thank you...

Please, stop.

There'll be time for

pictures and for talking.

This press conference

will be brief.

My sole intention today is

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