Cold Meat

When I was a child, my mother told me that

humans are capable of the best and the worst.

She was wrong.

Some are only capable of the worst.

The natives have a legend about those people:

a legend as old as the mountains of this region.

They say that in time of famine,

an evil spirit comes out of the woods to possess

those who had cannibalised the flesh of their peers.

It appears first in the dreams,

but it's already too late for them.

They're damned, condemned to become like it:

a wandering soul seeking human flesh.

Always insatiable. Never satisfied.

(ON RADIO)

Our top story this hour is still the weather outside

being not just frightful, but downright deadly.

50 below zero range, temperatures below minus 20,

and whether you're being naughty or nice,

frostbite and hypothermia are all on the list.

With no relief sight until Friday,

even Santa Claus may not be coming to town.

More on this at 10:41.

More coffee, John?

Ah, you bet. -No good today?

Yeah. Looks like he bit off more than he can chew.

I'm actually watching my weight right now.

-I'm on a diet. -Really?

It's cold out there. You gotta build up your energy.

If you wanna drive that snowplough one day

like your old man, you'd better eat up.

I don't wanna drive a snowplough. It's boring.

What do you wanna be when you grow up?

Something around video games, I guess.

-Hmm. -(SCOFFS)

Video games. Kids.

I'll get a doggy bag.

What's so wrong with video games?

You can't raise a family on video games.

-Billy. Billy! -(SIZZLING)

Wrap this to go, will ya?

-It's already done. -You can leave after that.

Pleasure as ever. See you after the storm.

Yeah. Thanks Ana.

Be careful. It's slippery out there!

See you after the storm.

What can I get you?

I could kill for a hot cup of coffee.

I can fix that.

And a rare steak and some potatoes would be perfect.

Sorry, the cook just left because of the incoming storm.

I can get you a piece of our world famous cherry pie.

World famous, huh?

Well, some people's worlds

are a lot smaller than others, right?

Look, if I can have a hot coffee to go

and a slice of that pie, I'll be on my way.

Here you go.

-Thank you. -And careful, the coffee's hot.

The sugar's right there if you need any.

Thanks.

Oh shit.

Ana!

You fucking bitch.

Can't you read? It's closed.

Why are you dodging my calls?

Because I have nothing to say to you

and you have nothing to say to me I want to hear.

Now get the hell out of here before I call the cops.

Hey. I wanna see my daughter.

Our daughter! And she doesn't want see you. She hates you.

Yeah.

Yeah, because of all the bullshit

-you keep feeding her about me. -No!

No, because of this! This is who she sees now!

A drunk fuck!

Listen, you and that asshole judge can't stop me

from seeing her, you hear me? Do you hear me?

You do one stupid thing

and your ass is going straight back to jail.

Now get the hell out of here!

I'm not done talking to you. I am not done talking!

Though I wish you were.

I'm sorry, what did you say?

Say it again.

Well, come on pal. Say it again.

Eat it.

-Vince, please... -Shut up!

Eat it.

I get it. You're angry.

I heard that a judge won't let you see your daughter anymore,

probably because of the excessive alcohol,

substance abuse,

which also explains how easily you just grabbed Ana there.

You guys knew each other. You're fucking her.

I'm just a customer, pal. She has a nametag.

Listen though, Vincent, right?

The way I see it, you have two options.

Option one:

you'll notice there aren't any surveillance cameras

in this place, but there's Ana and there's me.

And if you touch either of us

with any semblance of aggression again,

we'll have each other to say that it was you.

And then you're looking at never seeing your daughter again.

Option two: much better option, you'll see.

You leave here right now.

You realise you have the opportunity

to wake up in the morning sober

and start being the father your daughter deserves.

And with time and a little or lot of rehab,

you can go back to that asshole judge

and convince him you deserve to see your daughter.

That's all you have, two choices.

So, the real question:

how much do you love your daughter, Vincent?

You're lucky I'm in a good mood tonight.

I'll be seeing you again.

Vince... Sober up and we'll talk. I promise.

I'm sorry about that.

Don't be sorry.

Okay, thanks.

You know he wasn't always like that.

You know, he was a good person when I married him.

It's hard to believe, I know.

He got fired and then started to drink.

Or maybe it was the other way around.

Anyway, it's gotten worse and worse since.

Well, they say you only really know

someone when they become your enemy.

Yeah. You married?

-Yeah. -(ANA CHUCKLES)

I'm David, by the way.

-Ana. -Yeah.

Guess you're not gonna finish that.

World famous cherry pie, right?

Yeah.

How would you like your steak?

Err... Rare.

Hi.

I'll take the cookie, err, $20 on pump two and 20'

you know, 40 Holmes Menthol.

$54.

Yeah, I'm a couple of bucks short.

Err, I'll leave the cookies, thanks.

We take credit cards.

I-- I just remembered that my wife has it,

which is never a good thing.

Yeah.

Shit.

-Do you want something? No thanks.

I don't know how you can that shit.

What can I say?

Since I quit smoking, I compensate.

-Officer. -Sir, that needs to be fixed.

You can't drive with that taped up.

Yeah, I know. You're right.

As soon as I get to a garage, it'll be fixed, I promise.

Drive safely, Sir.