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You just missed him, Dale.

Looks like your sight's

a little off.

Oh, come on, man,

let's just head back.

I ain't leaving till I kill...

somethin'.

Dude, it's...

it's just a rabbit.

F*** this.

- Oh...

Get off me!

Just tell me

what you want!

You want money? I got money!

You gotta tell me

what you want!

I want you to remember

Mary Anne DaRosa before you die.

I don't know what

you're talking about!

You got the wrong guy!

- Ow!

Don't you remember?

Yeah.

F***! Yeah, I remember!

Aargh!

You a truck driver

or something like that?

Something like that.

Hm.

So where you headed?

- North.

- Oh, Canada'?

Not much up that way

but Canada.

Wait...

you ain't headed

to Hope, are you?

Straight on the highway, exit 26.

You'll know it when you see it.

Hey...

Can I help you with something?

Twenty bucks. Regular.

There a place to stay

around here?

Yeah, there's a motel

down the street.

The name's Kirby.

You can... see that.

Varrett.

Ask for Darcy at the motel.

She's cool.

Thanks.

'Cause you're not like a psycho

or something, right?

Right.

Right.

Karen Lee Matheson, 14.

Took authorities a week

to ID her body.

Mary Anne DaRosa, 11,

same M.O.

Dale James Burrows.

I want 24-hour surveillance

on this guy.

Lights.

Find this a**hole. Quickly.

Yeah, you're gonna want to

call off that surveillance.

Why?

Somebody just turned Dale Burrows

into abstract art.

- When?

- Almost 48 hours.

- Are they sure?

- Pretty sure.

He's a goddamn pretzel.

Are they sure it's Burrows?

Oh, yeah. His hunting

buddies ID'd the body.

He's downstairs.

All right. Let's go.

Caucasian. Male.

Crushed trachea, broken ribs,

back, skull, legs.

Cause?

Fall. It definitely killed him.

But he was strangled first.

Whoever did it was really strong.

It was like his neck was in a vice.

It's our vigilante?

F***! You scared the sh*t out of me.

I'm sorry. Need a room.

Thirty a night, cash up front.

Stay through the weekend,

tack on another twenty.

No breaks for longer stays.

Don't steal any towels.

The TV and radio are bolted down,

so don't try to steal those either.

Two nights.

Okay, Ryan...

Varrett, welcome to The Palace.

You run this place by yourself?

It's just me.

What brings you to Hope?

Yeah.

Next building down.

Thanks.

What the f***

are you looking at?

Piss on my bike?

- Get the f*** out of here!

What the f***?

What the hell

you looking at, huh?

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

- We got a little problem here.

- Not any more.

Pick him up.

You know what'? You must have some of

the best health insurance in the world.

We're gonna have to continue

this conversation later.

Drayke.

So how's this work?

You just gonna text me?

Or you want me to wait here?

This guy's got some huevos.

Hey, Drayke, are you gonna

let him go or what?

No, no, no, no, no.

He'll get his.

Ooh, yeah.

That your GTX?

- Yup.

- '68?

'68.

You know about cars?

My husband was a gear-head.

We had a Mustang.

Was?

Widowed. Not divorced.

Mustang's a good car.

Beat the hell out of it,

the thing will keep running.

It keeps running.

Until it doesn't.

I don't drink.

Smoke?

Health nut.

Good for you.

- Cop'?

- No.

Skip tracer, bounty hunter,

traveling salesman.

- Did I miss anything?

- Jockey.

Yeah.

Where you goin'?

See the sights.

Well, that won't take long.

Drayke.

He's ready.

- What's he owe'?

- About a grand and a half.

Club's been floating him.

Let's even him out.

Oh, yeah! Come on!

Let's get it goin'!

Drayke.

Do you know what deadbeat is?

Deadbeat came out of

the American Civil War.

Soldiers fake injuries

so they wouldn't

have to do their duty.

Huh.

Drayke, I just need

a little bit of time.

Now, you wouldn't be trying

to not do your duty

payin' the club, would you?

I'd never do that.

Here's the deal:

One round...

with me.

I'll squash your debt.

You look like you could

scrap a little bit.

- Drayke...

- Shh! Shh.

One round?

One round.

Your debt's paid.

Good night! Good night.

Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!

Come on, Drayke!

Come on, come on.

- Do it!

- Let's go, let's go!

One round.

Yaargh! Ohh!

Aah!

Ooh! Argh!

Aargh!

Yeah!

- Aargh!

Aah!

Please... Ooh!

Oh, yeah!

Whooo! Yeah!

He's cracklin'! Whoo!

He did pretty good

for a fat boy!

So what do we do with him, huh?

Let him go.

What about the 1,500?

That was easy!

What else you got?

He paid his debt.

I'm gonna need you

to check on the lab.

That prospect might be

smokin' up all the merch.

What? Right now?

Yeah, right now.

Follow him.

You're gonna wanna leave it on there

for about five minutes.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, I know. I know.

Yeah, any longer,

it's gonna harden.

Right, right. You know,

I thought we could...

- take a little breakfast...

- stop.

Yeah, that's what

I'm talkin' about.

Now go ahead and bag

some of this sh*t up, man.

I'll let my brother know that we're set

for the next run, all right?

Okay.

Hey, man, hey, you know

that big f***er from today?

I hear he's staying

over at Darcy's.

At the motel?

Okay.

Just closing up, Rex.

Hm! Just wanna say hey.

Well, what is it?

You got a new guest stayin' here.

Big guy. What's his name?

This is a motel...

people come and go.

- I don't know his name.

- You're not lyin'?

No. I'm not.

Hm.

You all alone here?

What do you want, Rex?

Well, let's just say

that I'm, uh, interested

in the clientele, all right?

Yeah, well, Paris Hilton

just checked out.

That's funny.

What are you looking at?

Nothing.

Babe, you afraid of me?

No, I'm not.

That's good.

- What are you doing'?

- Hey, relax.

Just wanna take a peek, all right?

There's nothing in there.

Hm.

Argh!

F***!

I don't know why

we always fight.

Oh, you're an Aquarius,

I'm a Libra.

You're a freak! F*** you,

you sick rapist f***!

You killed that girl

because she said no.

They all say yes.

Eventually, they all say yes.

You know, in all seriousness, babe...

you need to show me a little

more respect, all right?

You know, my brother has

enough sh*t to worry about.

Especially without, uh...

Oh. Varrett. Ryan Varrett.

Room three, huh?

You Okay?

Yeah.

What are you gonna do with him?

He's Drayke Salgado's brother.

You can't touch him.

I'll try not to get any on me.

Hey! Hey!

Hey! What the f***, man? F***.

Hey, look, man,

check this sh*t out, man.

Let me tell you something, all right?

I know... I know what

you're thinking, man!

Look, look, I didn't

hit her, all right?

I swear to you,

I didn't hit her!

You know what I mean?

She said some things, I said some things!

You know, just...

things get crazy, man!

It gets complicated!

That's a lie.

That's not why I'm here.

Argh! Ah! Argh!

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

All right...

All right, look, look!

I know what it is, man.

I was acquitted, man!

I was acquitted.

I swear to God I was!

Not by me.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

All right, look! Look!

Stop f***in' playin', man! Sh*t!

All right, all right,

check this out, man.

Okay, I know why

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