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for dinner.

I'll stop by and bring you some?

That would be great.

But call first. It's gonna be a busy night.

I may head down to the fairgrounds.

Then I'll bring it to you there.

I'll call you later. Bye, honey.

Okay, bye, honey.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

(ALL LAUGHING)

GUS:

Gotta turn this up.

There's supposed to be

about 20 bands there.

Oh, who's playing?

The Cheetah Whores.

Oh, who are they?

An all-girl band. Freaking awesome.

Yeah.

Gus' favorite band.

CRUZ:
Oh.

If they're so awesome,

why haven't I heard of them?

You're from the West Coast.

They don't play there.

When are you gonna go back, by the way?

Mm, June.

But just for a month to see my parents.

Billy is coming with me.

Yeah.

LITA:
Nice.

We are gonna have an epic time.

Meeting the folks?

That's getting pretty serious.

Who? Me? Serious? Never.

Look out!

(ALL SCREAMING)

Is everyone okay?

Is anybody hurt?

I'm all right.

CRUZ:
No, we're okay.

Oh, sh*t.

(SIGHING)

Where did he come from?

Did We hit him?

BILLY:

I'm not sure.

Well, we should see if he's dead.

You guys, stay here.

Goddamn it.

I didn't see him in the rain.

Yeah, I think he's dead.

But I didn't hit him.

You must have.

BILLY:

Hey.

(BILLY GROANS)

F*** you!

Unn!

GUS:

You trying to f*** with us?

BILLY:
Get up.

GUS:
You piece of sh*t.

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(SIREN WAILING)

Freeze.

Put your hands on your head.

BILLY:
He stabbed me.

Put your hands on your head now!

Don't you move.

Turn around and walk towards me.

Sh*t.

ANGELA:

Slowly.

Go!

I want everyone to wait together

by your vehicle. Biggs?

BIGGS:

I've got them, sheriff.

Don't you move.

Face down on the ground.

Right hand behind your back.

Left hand.

(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)

Turn around.

I need a wagon.

Route 96, mile marker 30.

MAN:
Copy that. On its way.

Great, thanks.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

BIGGS:

Hey, sheriff.

It looks like we've got

an entire pharmacy here.

And the festival hasn't even started yet.

It's gonna be a long night.

Junior, can you stay with the car

until the tow truck arrives?

Until we get a search?

I don't wanna mess up evidence.

Sure thing, boss.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(CACKLING)

(CACKLING CONTINUES)

What the f***?

Hey.

Hold it right there.

Sh*t!

(GROANING)

(GROWLING)

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMING AND GROANING)

(CACKLING)

(GRUNTING)

(ROCK MUSIC

PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

(PERSON BLOWING WHISTLE)

WOMAN:

Hey.

(PERSON WHISTLING)

MAN:

That should do it.

You need to have those stitches

removed in about three weeks.

Thank you.

All done here, sheriff.

Thanks for coming, Rick.

That's all right.

I know how busy it's gonna get

for you tonight.

Goodbye.

Good night.

You know, I just don't know

what I'm gonna do.

If I get charged, they're gonna take

my scholarship away from me.

We can get kicked out of school.

LITA:
Billy, you gotta tell her.

It was your drugs, not ours.

No, no. If he claims it's all his...

...they could throw the book at him.

I don't care.

I'm sitting in jail because of him.

I just don't know what I'm gonna do.

All right, hey, don't worry, all right?

I got this.

Sheriff, can I speak with you a moment?

What is it?

The drugs are mine.

My friends had nothing to do with it.

That's to be determined.

BILLY:

Honestly, they're mine. They'll tell you.

He's right.

Please let them go.

I'll take responsibility.

All right. I'm gonna need space tonight,

anyway.

Don't leave town.

We won't go anywhere.

ANGELA:

There's a motel at the end of the street.

Thanks.

Come get your things.

We'll bring you back some dinner, Billy.

Thanks.

Hey, what about me?

You saw how they attacked me.

Why am I being held?

Assault with a deadly weapon.

(CHUCKLES)

That's bullshit.

The out on the boy's arm says otherwise.

Well, would you at least move me

to another cell?

This drunk stinks.

You'll survive.

(CHATTERING)

CAMERAMAN:
Where is she? I've been

calling her cell for the last hour.

She's not picking up.

Freaking diva.

I hate talent.

You're gonna have to fill in.

What?

No, I can't.

You can and you will.

No one goes to dead air on my watch.

Okay.

Here we are on Main Street

in the town of Fairlake, West Virginia.

The kids are out for Halloween

in full force...

...but they're joined

by a bunch of hillbillies...

...for the 10th annual

Mountain Man Music Festival.

So whether you're dressed as a ghost

or a witch or a hillbilly...

...everyone is sure

to have a happy Halloween...

...with some great music to top it all off.

That's all for now.

I'm Virginia Kelly from Live Action News.

Good job.

Is this it?

JULIAN:
Oh, 3, this is it.

It looks all right.

JULIAN:
Nice.

LITA:
This is our bed, Gus.

ANGELA:
Seems like you've

been running for quite some time.

Well, your running just ended.

There is no statute of limitations

for murder.

You have no idea

what you've gotten yourself into, do you?

A lot of paperwork, I suspect.

(DIALING)

(LINE RINGING)

MAN:

U. S. Marshal's office.

Yeah, this is Sheriff Carter in Fairlake.

I have a fugitive for you.

He's been on the run for 30 years.

What's his name?

Maynard Odets.

Case number 316165.

We can have transport there by 10 a.m.

Yeah, that'll be fine.

The marshals will be here

to pick you up in the morning.

You won't live that long.

(CHUCKLES)

I highly doubt that.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

No, I... No, I know. I know.

No, it's...

Yeah, but it was a complete accident.

It was an a... Yeah.

Tomorrow.

The car is totaled.

(METAL RATTLING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(METAL SQUEAKING)

No, I sent the other deputies

to the fairgrounds to police the festival.

All except Junior.

Which reminds me,

he should be back by now.

Jason?

Jason?

Mr. Brodin?

(LAUGHING)

Mr. Brodin... Lost the signal.

Probably for the best.

To say Billy's dad is pissed

is the understatement of the year.

Is he coming tomorrow?

JULIAN:
Yeah.

How much trouble

do you think Billy's in?

Oh, God, there's a lot of drugs

in that bag.

I don't think he's gonna get off

with a misdemeanor.

Do you think Billy's gonna go to jail?

Billy's dad will throw the best lawyers

because Billy's dad is loaded.

He might not have to. He might get lucky.

Yeah. I wouldn't worry about it.

Billy's dad's connected up to the Wazoo.

Okay, so let's go to the festival.

What the hell, Julian? We can't go now.

Well, we can't help Billy

sitting in a hotel room. Why not? We...

Come on, we came all this way.

And how do you propose we get there?

Uh, walk.

Well, I'm not going anywhere, guys.

Here, babe.

(IMITATES GUN COCKING)

(IMITATES GUNSHOT)

Damn drunk kids.

(ALARM WAILING)

(THREE FINGER CACKLING)

Hey!

What the hell's going on here?

(GUARD GRUNTS)

(SCREAMING)

(ALL LAUGHING)

(MAYNARD LAUGHING)

Will you shut up?

It's started.

They're coming for me and you're dead.

But you don't know it yet.

Who's coming for you?

MY boys.

They're gonna cut your liver out

and eat it in front of you.

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