Butchers Book Three: Bonesaw

What in the hell happened?

Did she get out?

Well,

take her out back, I guess.

You need to slow down.

Fuck.

What is it?

Need gas.

- Hey, remind me, I gotta get some taters.

Taters woulda been good.

Hey.

Hey, you best go wash your hands for breakfast.

Go on,

this hot iron gonna make short work of this liver and onion.

Chop chop.

10 Bucks.

Go pay for it, now.

Where you going?

Gotta take a piss.

- Yeah, washroom's in the back.

Wilbur, how you doing?

Sheriff.

Hot enough for you?

- Oh yeah, she's hot enough.

Smells like Mother Nature might get moody today.

Cicadas be out in full force.

- Aristotle referred to them as symbols of resurrection.

Did he, now?

He surely did.

Huh?

- Gonna be like this all month, they say.

Yeah, that's what they say.

Well give love to the misses.

Graveyard, you mean?

Did she die?

Yeah, yeah, she did.

Cancer finally took her.

- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Wilber.

- It's alright, sheriff.

We all gotta go sometime.

Ain't that the truth?

How you kids been?

What?

- What the fuck are they doing, man?

I don't know.

What did he want?

- He's just asking me... - Shut

up.

What did he want?

- He was just making conversation.

Making conversation?

Yeah.

He's a cop.

They talk to everybody.

Let's go.

Brian, let's go.

Don't

say

my name.

Let's go.

What did he want

exactly?

- He asked how we were doing today and where we were from.

And where we're headed.

And what did you say?

Spencerville.

Where's that?

- It's a couple miles down the road.

How do you know that?

There are road signs.

Where are we headed anyways?

You'll know when we get there.

Being pretty extreme, dude.

Yeah, don't worry about it.

And everybody just needs to stop asking me that

and shut the fuck up.

Especially you,

little pecker head.

Fucking knew it.

You know, what the fuck is your fucking problem?

You

almost fucked this all up!

You're lucky we're not in jail right now.

It's just been too convenient

those cops showed up when they did.

- And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?

You think I called them?

Of all the moments

in all the places for cops to be,

they happened to be right there?

Sarah,

would you please talk to your paranoid

fucking boyfriend here?

- I said no fucking names. - Watch the fucking road!

Oh fuck!

Brian!

No, no, no, no.

Brian, oh my God.

Jesus Christ.

Help me.

Get

it off.

You two,

pull its feet.

I'm gonna pull the head.

Everybody ready?

Okay, pull.

Pull!

Pull.

We're hurting him!

Pull for fuck's sakes.

No.

Pull it out.

God.

Motherfucker!

- All right, where were we going?

Where we going?

Get

this off me.

- Tell me where we were going and then I'll do it.

Fuck

you.

I know

about you two.

Whatever.

You're gonna die in this fucking car

if you don't tell me where we were going.

Adios motherfucker!

Ricky!

No names.

- What the fuck did you do that for?

- Well, stop pretending like you give a shit.

He's dead.

- I don't give a fuck about that.

He was the only one who knew where we were going.

- He wasn't gonna tell us.

- Are you fucking kidding me?

I could've gotten it out of him.

He knew, okay.

I don't know how he knew, but he knew.

And I've known him much longer than you.

He wasn't going to tell us.

You two are?

Yes, Josh, we are.

I said no fucking names.

- What fucking difference does it make?

We're not done.

This is not over.

Yes, it is

because we don't know where the fuck to go.

And even if we did, we can't get there.

Stay the fuck away from there.

Back the fuck off.

Don't.

We are in the middle of the fucking road,

in the middle of the fucking day.

You just shot our entire plan in the face.

I think you need to give it a rest and fucking chill out.

Stay away from there.

- It's not gonna be long before somebody comes and,

and finds this.

We can't just be standing here waiting.

What are you doing?

- He's gonna have something on him.

An address,

a phone number,

something.

- All right, I'm not gonna say it again.

Get over there.

Here we go.

What is it?

It's a phone number.

Is there a name?

No.

Of course.

It's probably your contact down the road.

Yeah, and so what?

How the fuck are we gonna call it, huh?

Payphone back at the gas station?

Fuck.

- Hey! - What are you, nuts?

What are you doing?

What does it look like?

Hey, help! - Hey, help!

Holy shit.

You folks all right?

No,

my boyfriend, he's.

- Oh Jesus, Mary, God damn to hell.

We need to get to a phone.

Yeah, no problem, but

I can only take two of you.

That's fine.

I'll stay here.

- No, I'll stay here, you go with her.

Is he dead?

Yeah.

The elk killed him.

- Don't you think we should call the police or something?

Yeah, we should.