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more important to different people.

Why can't you just

be happy for me?

I am, but I need you to be

able to deal with the fact

that I'm friends with other men.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Speak of the devil.

Come on in.

There's somebody

I want you to meet.

So, Amy, this is Darryl.

Darryl, this is my daughter,

Amy, who I've been

telling you so much about.

Hey.

So, where'd you guys meet?

(VOICE FADES)

Mom, what's wrong with him?

Amy!

You look awfully familiar.

(CAR HONKS)

That's Jason.

I'll see you later.

Mom?

Mom!

DARRYL:
Jon Roy!

(CRYING)

(MUSIC OVER DIALOGUE)

Darryl, where did you go?

Come on. There's something

I want to show you.

So what schools are

you looking at?

Um, I was actually thinking

I was taking a year off.

Really?

Yeah.

Yeah, f*** it.

I mean, I don't want to be tied

down to school and schedules

and professors

telling me what to do.

You know, I just want

to drink beer.

(CHUCKLES)

- Whoa!

- Sh*t!

God, these shoes were $300.

You'd think that

I could walk in them.

What?

Where is Amy? Is she in there?

I'm here.

I'm just better.

I thought you were

better before.

I mean, you're beautiful.

But?

But you're acting like an ass.

What? I mean..

I thought that this

is what you wanted.

You thought I cared

how much your shoes cost?

Okay, I guess I was

just trying to impress you.

All right. Maybe just

don't try so hard.

And besides, I'm a sneaker guy.

Come on. Let's go get

you that beer.

MAN:
Yeah, okay. Thanks.

Hey, that search warrant

you requested was denied.

Really?

Guess the judge

thought better of it.

We'll see about that.

MAN:
You piece

of sh*t! F*** you!

What's going on here?

I don't know.

Hope everything's okay.

You big retard!

What is going on in there?

(SCREAMING)

(AMY SHRIEKS)

(SCREAMING)

Jason!

Run!

Hey, let's play

where's Amy's mommy!

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

(TAPPING)

Amy?

Nobody's gonna help you, Amy.

Bunch of self-entitled maggots!

No common decency!

No consideration!

You killed my mother,

you f***in' b*tch!

Look, I just wanna talk.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

You don't have to hide.

Gotta learn respect!

Back in my day, we had manners!

(GRUNTS)

Mom?

No!

(CRYING)

Mom.

Mom.

(SCREAMS)

(SHOUTING)

Start working on

those f***in' floors!

Why don't you do

some f***in' dishes?

Shut the f*** up!

All you do is sit around

and praise f***in' Jesus!

(CONTINUES SHOUTING)

You piece of sh*t!

F*** you! F*** you!

Don't hurt him.

He was only tryin' to help me.

Wait'll I get my goddamn

hands on you again!

When I was away, I read

a lot of books, old man.

A lot of f***in' books!

You can't f***in' read!

Oh, yeah?

You know what I can do?

I can give you a trans orbital

f***in' lobotomy if I wanted to!

- You piece of sh*t!

- (WHIRRING)

(SCREAMING)

God bless us all!

DARRYL:
Jon Roy!

I'm gonna cut you

so deep your mother's

gonna feel it in hell,

you little b*tch!

Hello?

Somebody here?

(SCREAMS)

(AMY SCREAMING)

Help me, somebody, please!

Hung, it's Higgins.

Listen, I'm down here

at Jimmy's Scrap Yard.

Send any available units

down here right now, okay?

Immediately.

Where is she?

(AMY SCREAMS)

Amy?

Here, kitty, kitty.

(GASPS)

Brooke?

(FOOTSTEPS)

Come on, Amy.

Come to Daddy.

Brooke, come on. We have to go.

I... I...

Brooke, please, come on!

Please, we have

to get out of here!

Jon Roy!

Jon Roy!

(ENGINE STARTS)

Hello?

(WHIMPERING)

Help me.

(GRUNTS)

(CRYING)

I'm gonna turn you inside out.

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)

No! Get off of me!

Leave me alone!

They coddle you.

Driving around in fancy cars

that daddy bought for you.

No more beauty pageants

and reality shows!

I'll show you

some f***in' reality!

F***in' trophies from

your scumbag parents!

You know what?

I'm gonna make you

look real pretty.

Help, somebody! Please!

Don't worry. I'm a paramedic.

Somebody help, please!

Get the f*** off me,

you big retard!

What the f*** are you doing?

Stop it!

What? Ah!

No! What the f***?

- (GRINDING)

- (SCREAMING)

(PANTING)

What the hell are you doing?

(SIREN WAILING)

Are you okay?

(SCREAMS)

Hold on, I'm coming

Sure fire, you're running

Across the meadow,

through the creeks

I'm no better than you

The hangman is coming

Sure fire, you're running

Before Loretta, come to rest

I know better than you

That stolen note,

it's sudden

Best stay awake, I'm coming

Four stolen notes,

and burning

Now stay away,

then shut it down

Poor Loretta, gave away

her summer stare

Best get out now

Kill the man, curse the man

Douse the flame, I'm coming

Her eyes will fade

And turn to black

But what they don't know

Pours through the cracks

And it burns, it burns

It burns, it burns,

it burns...

Burn Loretta to the ground

Feel the ripple coming down

Poor Loretta laid to rest

No better than you

The kill man,

he's come to town

Rare the mares

and gather round

Poor Loretta laid to rest

No better than you

That stolen oath is nothing

Best stay away, I'm coming

I told them once,

I told them loud

I know you're there,

I saw your face

In the meadow,

stoned and stamped

Your summer stare

best get out now

Kill the man, curse the man

Douse the flame, I'm coming

Her eyes will fade

And turn to black

But what they don't know

Pours through the cracks

And it burns, it burns

It burns, it burns,

it burns...

Burn Loretta to the ground

Feel the ripple coming down

Before Loretta, lain to rest

I know better than you

The kill man,

he's come to town

Rare the mares

and gather round

Before Loretta bleeds to red

Oh, don't fade away,

I'm coming

Oh, don't fade away,

I'm coming

Oh, don't fade away,

I'm coming

Oh, don't fade away

'cause I'm coming for you

Hey, man, I'm coming

Sure fire, you're running

Her room is turning

Four shades of gray is black

On the window,

through the pane

Open your door,

I know you're there

Kill the man, curse the man

Douse the flame, I'm coming

Her eyes will fade

Beneath the ground

And with truths unscathed

I come for you now

Yeah

Burn Loretta to the ground

Feel the ripple coming down

Before Loretta, lain to rest

I know better than you

The kill man,

he's come to town

Rare the mares

and gather round

Before Loretta bleeds to red

Red

Red

Red

Burn Loretta

To the ground

Poor Loretta needs to rest

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