Take from Me

I'm sorry, okay.

I'm sorry.

And what you gonna do, huh?

What the fuck are you even gonna do then, huh?

- Oh fuck you. - Yeah, go get drunk

some more then.

Jesus, John.

Slow down a little, would you?

Where you at tonight, Teddy?

- I don't know, enough to kill a teenage kid.

Who would kill a college kid?

I don't know.

I've never been there.

Fuck off, Kenny.

You can't do that kind of shit anymore.

Not gonna, me too, me,

darling. - Fucking gross.

How's it going, Johnny?

How's your family, Ken?

You got something to say?

Oh knock it off, Ken.

I don't need your shit in here, not tonight.

Not after last weekend.

It was a fucking joke.

Yeah?

She's barely 21.

You know how these kids are today.

I don't need her filing a workplace harassment suit

or whatever the hell it is on me.

So take your ass home and cool off.

Fuck this place.

Shit.

I'm gonna get my college degree tonight, Teddy.

You, my friend, are gonna get a PhD.

Thank you, professor.

Vanessa, you there?

- Some idiot take a nap on the 123 again?

We got a 10-2 on mile marker 136.

I need you to put a call into the sheriff's office for me.

Those lousy bastards.

They can't even find their own dicks.

Something's not right.

Yeah, buyer's not even here yet.

I don't know what she planted

'cause all that fucking garbage.

Jesus, fucking Rambo, hold on.

Hey, can I help you?

Hey, listen, pal, this is private property.

You can't be hunting here.

Thought it was vacant.

Yeah, well, not anymore so

you'll have to go somewhere else.

Buddy, did you hear me, this isn't your property.

Run along now.

Thank you, thank you.

What'd I say about

keeping a professional workplace, Nessa?

- Only person to come in this week was Miss. Ivy.

Some Mormons came to her house again.

- What would you do if someone important came in?

- That's not a very nice thing to say about Miss Ivy.

Or the Mormons.

Shut the door!

I meant to tell you about that.

- You really gotta find someplace else to take him.

- His dad was supposed to come get him an hour ago.

Do I have to arrest this motherfucker?

Then you'd have to hire Eddie

because he'd be here full-time and he ain't cheap, trust me.

Can you meet just one nice guy?

Have you fucked a nice guy?

Oh yeah, the sheriff called earlier.

They ID'd the truck to a William Schopel.

You need to start with that.

Instead of giving me the Mormon bullshit.

That's not all they said.

He said to make sure and tell the chief, and I'm quoting,

sir, "He ain't a goddamn investigator anymore,

so he better let us deal with it.

The last thing they need is a fuck up city policeman

sticking in his nose in some dog shit

that don't smell right."

You want me to keep going?

- What was that name again, that missing person?

William Schopel.

Know that name I think.

Played football the next town over.

You think he's dead?

Lord, Vanessa.

- We haven't had a dead person show up here in years.

Yeah, let's keep it that way.

You know Benjamin Miller, right?

From Huntsville.

- His cousin went missing, couple of towns over,

several months back.

They found him hanging in the woods upside down and pale

like a piece of paper.

You know how they hang 'em the way the hunters do?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it.

- They killed him and let him bleed out there like that.

Just dripping blood from his eye sockets.

Fuck.

We don't get murders like that over here.

You need Jesus.

Let me know when I get my damn office back.

What the hell do you want?

Can I come inside, please?

Mama, it's probably about Billy again.

Jesus Christ, where'd you find him?

- We found his truck on the side of Highway 123.

Just pulled over.

He's a bit of a drinker.

Among other things.

You didn't report him missing.

Billy's a big boy.

Sometimes he's here, sometimes he ain't.

He had a date.

He was real excited about it

'cause he met the girl in real life.

Where'd he meet her?

At a bar, I think.

He was in over his head.

He was acting kind of like people act when they're in love.

He was acting fucking stupid.

Billy always wanders home when he wants a good licking.

- Well, when he does, you should let me know, okay,

- I don't got your number. - Oh just dial 911,

it goes right to me.

She was way out of his league,

and that ain't an understatement.

I told him it felt weird but he didn't give a shit.

Guys are stupid like that.

She was excited about some pretty young thing.

Like he ain't a hillbilly drunk.

You remember what she looked like?

She was white and skinny, pretty.

Probably no older than me.

- I'll be on the lookout for pretty white girls then.

Thank you for your time.

Well, hello there.

What can I do for you today, pretty lady?

Oh, aren't you sweet?

I need some new curtains, drapes.

I don't feel secure in my own home.

Well, it's not the greatest selection,

to tell you the truth, but we can fix you up.

That's what I like to hear.

Are you local?

- Yeah, I just moved into the old farmhouse off 123.

Oh yes.

I heard that place finally sold.

You know, you look a little bit like the,

the last woman who lived there.

- Oh, I'm sure you get your pretty girls mixed up

all the time.

- You don't see blue eyes like that every day, Miss.

Shit.

Sorry about that, Alvin.

Hey, John, I didn't see you over there.

- Yeah, well, I was getting ready to head out for a job.

Kinda lost track of time.

I'll hold it up front for you.

Thank you, Alvin.

Yeah, that's, that'd be great, man.

Now then.

Where were we?

Oh, I just would love something that

blocks out all the light.

Okay.

Ugh, shit.

Shit.

Did you paint my trim?

Excuse me?

- Why are you watching me through my windows

and following me around town?

Are you a pervert?

What the fuck?

I'm not a fucking pervert.

Fucking hell, that's a fucking small town,

you can't be saying that kind of shit.

- So you were the one that was working on the house, huh?

God, you know, I was trying to figure out

how it was in such good shape just sitting out there

all by itself.

Now I know.

Who are you?

I just used to work on it for a while.

Just didn't like seeing it fall apart, you know.

Houses around here, nature has a way of taking 'em back.

Do you know who used to live there?

They left all their shit.

Oh, guess it's all yours now, right?

So you must live nearby, huh?

Bet you come by often.

Funny, I didn't, I didn't notice your truck earlier.

Listen, I'm sorry for spying.

It's just that that house has been empty

for a long damn time and you spooked me.

You're a contractor?

Yes, ma'am.