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But, leave this crazy life behind.

All right, I know that look.

What's the case, Black?

The Becky Comfort case.

Y' know, missing mother and

her children?

Yeah, I know the case, Black.

And you know,

that there's no evidence in that case.

Well that's true.

What?

Y' know, Becky Comfort's sister,

Mrs. Meeker, came to see me last month.

Yeah, not that crazy b*tch again.

Listen, what did her psychic

have to tell here this time?

Now granted, she's persistent but...

y' know, I've got to admit, that we

didn't give it the attention it deserved.

What are you tryin' to say, Black?

Wait a minute, you wanna- you wanna

continue to work on that case?

Well you can't.

You're retired.

Okay, come on.

All right, look, we're friends...

I'm not trying to be an a**hole,

but what is the point?

There were no bodies in that case.

You need a body to make a case.

Jesus Christ, Black.

I have a whole stack of cases

that have actual bodies.

Why don't we try to just solve those first,

then we can come back to the imaginary ones.

How's that sound?

I don't want to talk about it.

You're the boss.

I envy you, Black.

Wish I could retire.

Take a vacation, Black.

You know I don't do vacations.

I don't want to see you snooping around

this office looking for detective work.

I'll have you shot on the spot...

hell, I'll do it myself.

Listen, you need to turn in your

badge and your gun to personnel.

Good luck, Black.

Same to you, kid.

What is this sh*t we are listening to?

I had the worst day.

My boss is such a b*tch.

Chris! Are you listening to me?

Kell, you gotta read this. This

is something special, this is...

Babe, you know I hate books.

No, I think that you would learn a

lot about yourself. This is like...

...there's this whole system, y' know...

for, for stimulation and, and...

you need more stimulation.

I gotta be honest.

Because the reality TV, I think it's

rotting your brain a little bit.

I'm worried about Stacy.

Y' know, she didn't sound like herself at all.

Why doesn't anyone open up to me?

Well, maybe because you're

a drama queen, baby,

and you kinda blow little

things out of proportion.

You know what?

F*** you.

I love you too, sweetie.

Oh, no. By all means,

let me get it.

What?

- Nothing, just read your f***in' book.

Hi.

- Hi.

Brad! Hey!

Is, uh...

Is Stacy here?

- No.

Come on in.

- Hey man, what up?

What's up, bro?

- Wow, I haven't seen you in a while.

Where is she?

She is on vacation.

Vacation?

- Yep.

She went on vacation and left this dog?

She wouldn't go anywhere without this dog.

She told me to take care of her.

I gotta find her.

Where'd she go?

I promised I wouldn't tell.

Oh...

Sorry.

I see...

Dude, are you crying? 'Cause...

y' know you're not supposed to

puss out in front of a chick.

Chris, shut up!

- Well, he's crying...

Come here, come here...

It's okay.

Okay. Hey man, don't get too comfortable.

That's my girlfriend that you're hugging.

I'm sorry, it's just...

we had a little disagreement

last night and I...

I wanted to come over and

smooth things out.

Guess she doesn't want to see me.

Sorry.

Sorry to ruin your afternoon,

I'll go now.

See ya'.

Wait...

I know where she is.

Really, you do?

Yeah, well, I know the area.

Where?

I'll go and surprise her.

She is in a small town called Mount Falls,

somewhere in San Bernadino?

Thank you.

- Wait, Brad! I want to come with you.

Why?

- Yeah, why?

Because... uh, she's a friend

and I'm worried about her.

Plus, I am gonna get in so

much trouble for telling you,

so I'm gonna have to defuse that bomb before

she gets back to the apartment, so...

I think we need some time alone.

Oh, I'll give you guys your space, I just...

I wanna be there, yeah, for the most part.

Bullshit. You just wanna be nosy.

Again, shut the f*** up, Chris.

I'm just saying.

I mean, is there any reason why

you wouldn't want me to be there?

Grab your coat.

Okay! I'll go pack my things.

Um, excuse me, sorry. What

about the, the... dog?

I will... take her down the street to

Mrs. Dover's.

She's got, like, 10 dogs,

shouldn't be a problem.

Good?

You get packed, I'll wait for you in the car.

- Okay.

Okay, come on Chris, help

me pack some things.

Haha! Help you pack? Help me

pack, 'cause I'm comin' too.

- Why? - 'Cause I'm not leaving you

in a car with Brad Pitt there.

Are you serious?

I'm just going to help a friend.

Yeah, I don't care, okay?

Look at him! Left alone, long enough,

I'd probably try to f*** him, Kell!

Fine. Hurry up.

Hi.

- Hi.

So, where you headed to, young lady?

Um, my uncle's cabin.

Why? Did- did I break the law?

Oh no. No, not exactly.

All right, then...

Which cabin?

It's none of your business.

Can I see your license, please?

I can't believe this.

Y' know, no one should be alone

in these parts.

Really? I'm just going to my uncle's cabin.

What's your uncle's name?

Stanley Dovic.

Dovic?

Why do you wanna go there?

Call it a vacation.

You know we've had some issues with

people disappearing in these parts.

That sucks.

Hikers and such,

just lost, people in the woods.

Well, some people...

say these parts may be haunted.

Thanks for the warning.

I'll be okay.

You goin' alone?

I think so.

I mean, are you meeting anybody at the cabin?

A boyfriend?

Yeah, meeting my boyfriend.

I just want to make sure...

pretty girl like you is protected.

Thanks.

Okay.

You be careful up there, little girl.

I will...

old man.

There it is.

Now, I didn't touch anything.

I know, I watch all those crime-drama,

investigative shows.

You know, they normally finish

up those shows in about an hour?

How long you been working on this?

And why you suppose she hid it in there?

Probably didn't want her mother to see it.

Her mother?

Yeah, she was comin' over at 3 o'clock

to babysit the twins

while Becky went shopping.

What happened?

She's a no-show?

No...

By the time she got here, Becky

had already gone missing.

You mind if I keep this box

for evidence?

Oh hell, I don't care. I'm

cleaning out down there anyway.

Great.

- You sure that's all you need?

Well if you find anything else,

give me a call, you got my number.

All right, if you need any extra help,

I'm always here.

Nah, that's all right.

- Thanks very much.

- All right, take care. Keep me in mind!

Running away...

I feel that here is hope for the

first time in a long while.

I feel like I can think for the first time,

without people telling me what to think.

Thoughts are constantly coming to my mind.

It all seems so far away, yet

still somewhat present.

Should I go back?

Or stay away?

Away from everyone and everything.

I can't believe I'm writing this.

Being back in my uncle's cabin

takes me back to when I was a kid.

Away from my father.

Here's where I used to think about

the mother I never knew.

Momma? Where did she go?

Momma?

Who is that?

How are you, Mrs. Meeker?

All right.

I've got three names here,

let's see if they mean anything to you.

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