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Whoo, whoo, whoo, Blakey.

Show him how it's done.

Whoo! Here we go.

Choke!

What are you, 12? Come on.

- They must've just waxed the lanes. - Yeah, I'm sure that's it.

I was in the precinct league, 187 average.

So, Terry says you and Luke have been partners for six years.

Seven, I've been stuck with this guy.

Blake was Police Officer of the Year, though, last year.

He delivered a baby in the back of a police car.

Should've been me. He just got between her legs quicker.

Dear Lord.

Really?

Okay, do you want me to have them put

the kiddie bumpers in the gutters?

Hey, don't listen to him. I think you're doing great.

I feel so much better now.

The fat, lonely girl likes me.

Blake.

Whoa.

- Hey. - What? What?

I don't know, man. I cannot shake this.

Oh. You don't look so good, honey.

I feel so weird.

Really?

Let me drive you home, hmm?

- Yeah. - Pick your car up in the morning.

No, no, no, he's not going anywhere.

- Here, come on, lay down. - Wait.

- Come on, come on. Nice and comfy. - Come on.

There you go. Run to the store.

Grab some Saltines, some soup, and some ginger ale.

That'll settle your stomach.

Why don't you get your own goddamn wife, huh?

Yeah, I was working on that,

but someone is not making that very easy.

Mmm.

Well, any other woman would be a letdown.

- All right, down boy. - Did you hear that?

- Yes, I heard that. - Yeah. Remember.

- Be right back. - Okay.

Thanks, man.

I'm sorry about tonight.

Call Lorna tomorrow and tell her, okay?

I will. Hey.

Luke doesn't realize what a lucky son of a bitch he is.

Don't worry. I keep reminding him.

Be right back.

Oh, Jesus, you scared me.

Get back in there. I'll bring you some tea in just a minute, okay?

Blake.

Blake, why don't you just go lay down, okay,

- and we'll get you feeling better. - I feel fine.

Good. Blake! Blake, no!

No!

No, God, no!

I got you chili powder.

My momma swore that it'd knock back the flu quicker than anything.

Not that I got sick a lot as a kid, but...

- Smoke bother you? - No, it's great.

It just adds to all of the wonderful smells in this car.

Hmm!

Hey, I'm thinking about trying these... electric cigarettes.

You know, the ones all the kids are using?

They got all kinds of flavors.

- Mango. - Mmm.

Peanut brittle.

Hell, they even got a pina colada.

Call me old-fashioned, but I think our vices

should leave a... a rotten taste in our mouth.

Helps keep us honest.

That's what God invented the hangover for.

You're the expert.

You...

You really think you can do anything for this guy?

I never walked away from a soul in torment,

and that includes your mother.

I'm not sure where I fit in in all this.

Mark chapter six, verse seven.

"And he called unto him the 12,

"and sent them forth two and two,

and gave them power over unclean spirits."

Jesus likes the buddy system.

Shit!

God damn it!

What? What... what is it?

Picture of my son...

blew out of the window.

Oh.

I mean, that the only picture you got?

Come on, give me a hand.

Hey, hey! Hey!

You trying to get killed? Fucking hell!

God. Come on. God damn it!

Come on.

Oh, God.

Faster.

- Really? - Yeah, finish.

Wait. What? What are you doing?

I'm just trying to be a generous lover.

No, come on. I mean, literally, come on.

- Go, go, go. - Isn't this what you ladies

are always complaining about?

You're the one that's gonna regret this.

Uh-uh. Come on.

- Shit. - Mommy?

Daddy?

Yup, just a minute, doodlebug.

Keep that lumber covered up.

I am.

You can take care of yourself in the shower.

- Daddy? - Oh hell no.

Good morning, sweetie. Hey, sweetie.

What were you doing?

Have any trouble finding the place?

It's kind of hard to miss.

This is Kyle Barnes, the young man I told you about.

- Morning. - Luke Masters.

Are you ready? There's not a lot of time.

Lead on.

Just don't get too overeager.

Just watch, listen, do as I say.

You still got a lot to learn.

Empty your pockets.

Cell phones, drugs, guns, blades,

flammable liquids... anything that can be used as a weapon.

Only my faith.

Open it.

You'll have to leave these.

Then I might as well turn around right now and go back.

I'm not kidding.

You'd be surprised what I seen turned into a weapon.

I wouldn't go in there with a fucking paper clip.

I need those things.

Reese. Reese.

It's okay.

Chief, can I talk to you about something?

It's supposed to rain pretty hard out there tonight.

I was thinking maybe I could go back to the camper we found

- and process the scene. - "Process the scene."

Again with that CSI shit.

I mean, there could be evidence.

Oh, what? Bunch of kids smoking pot, giving each other herpes?

I appreciate the initiative as always,

but what are you expecting to do with this evidence you're collecting?

I don't know. If we find something, maybe...

give it to the state police.

Who's gonna pay for that?

You don't even know if a crime has been committed.

Look, man, there is blood all over that place.

From a bunch of cut up animals.

Those carcasses were all done outside the camper.

So, what's your explanation, Officer?

We got us a Charles Manson living in the woods

behind Lowell Grippo's farm?

Does that make sense to you?

I'll tell you what doesn't make sense to me,

is why the fuck you're so sure nothing happened out there.

Sir.

All right, Officer.

They teach you how to use a fingerprint kit at the community college?

Yes, sir.

You want to spend your shift tagging beer bottles and used condoms?

Knock yourself out.

Go get 'em, tiger.

He's right down here.

This doesn't seem very official.

Next head count is in two hours. Don't leave any marks.

- That's not why we're here. - You know what? Fuck that.

Do what you gotta do. We'll make it work.

You heard the man, two hours.

Is there anything you haven't told us before we get started?

It's pretty straightforward. Blake was my partner for seven years.

He was my best friend, and then...

This thing in here isn't Blake Morreau.

Just watch yourselves.

- He's restrained, right? - It's not that. He...

gets inside your head.

Luke!

I can't believe you haven't come to see your old pal.

I don't know who you are...

- but you're not my pal. - Come on, don't be that way.

How should he be... after you killed his wife?

This is Reverend Anderson and Kyle Barnes.

They're here to help you.

You all being here is help already.

Sit. Please.

I'd shake, but... you know.

It's awkward.

Luke here says there's something inside you,

something that made you do...

what you did.

Huh? Inside?

- Inside? - That's right.

Is that true?

Am I talking to the thing inside of this man,

Blake Morreau,

right now?

It's not about what's inside of me.