Freaky

He moves through this town unseen,

like a ghost,

and he kills at will every year.

The bliss field butcher started his reign of terror in 1977,

and it continues to this day.

A geriatric serial killer? Really?

Don't underestimate a straight white man's propensity for violence, Isaac.

I don't care how fucking old they are.

And your story? It's bullshit, Evan.

The butcher killed some kids, like, in the '90s.

And then 20 years ago, he disappeared. The rest is just local folklore.

Yeah, but didn't the butcher also kill a bunch of kids at prom way back when?

Not prom. Homecoming.

All the bliss field butcher stories are centered around homecoming.

And a new legend pops up every year

during homecoming week to warn bliss field's teenagers

of the dangers of "underage debauchery.”

What will this year's story be?

Oh, my god, Isaac!

I smell like cheap beer now.

Hey, there's some soda water in the bar. That usually helps.

What is all this shit?

Ginny's dad's an art collector.

That's pretty cool.

Hmm.

Wow.

The fuck's "la doll a"?

Hey, there's no way to open this thing.

Are you gonna help me or not?

Uh, not with that attitude.

Now, that's what I'm talking about.

Mon...

Montra... montrach...

Mount ratchet?

Oh, shit.

Yeah, nice one, Sandra. You made me drop it.

God.

God, they're gonna kill me.

This looks so expensive.

Damn it.

You know, you could at least come down and help me clean this up.

"Not with that attitude.”

Whatever, Isaac.

One moment, please.

Aggro-knocking won't make me move any faster.

- Wait. What about me? - You're taking too long.

It's a vagina, not an all-night drive-through.

Can we go three more minutes? That's all I need.

You know, that's really inconsiderate.

Yeah, 'cause guys are always so considerate.

Maybe a handy?

Help!

Daddy.

Did you see the car at the end of the driveway?

- No. - I did.

She better not have boys over.

Well, if she does, I'm gonna fucking...

Oh, my god!

Millie, breakfast!

- Good morning. - Morning.

It smells so good.

Banana pancakes, Kessler family recipe.

Mm.

- I'll take mine to go. - Hey. No, no. Come sit down.

Eat like a family for a change.

Family. Right.

See? Isn't this nice?

It feels like we hardly ever do this anymore since your dad...

So, Millie, do you have a date for homecoming tomorrow?

I'm not... I'm not going.

She has a date with me.

We're going to see wicked at the anus theater.

"Ann-is."

Wow.

- What? - Nothing.

It just seems a little weird to miss out on a seminal high school experience

to go see shit regional theater with your mom.

Oh, I'm sorry. Aren't you supposed to discourage her from things like that?

You know it's just underage drinking,

and god knows what else that can end in tragedy.

Her night is still ending in tragedy.

Charlene.

Yeah, I mean, you want to go. You're excited, right, Millie?

Yeah. Of course.

I gotta go. The sheriff says it's urgent.

Mmm.

Pancakes are really good, mom.

Oh. Thanks, honey.

Keep up, ladies.

Morning, Millie.

Hi, Mr. Daniels.

Say hello.

Hello. You're so cute.

I love your black wiener, Mr. Daniels.

- Joshua. - The dog is black, Nyla.

Let's go.

Oh, my god.

- I couldn't. - Millie, you promised.

I know, but she made me feel so bad.

Your mom's superpower is guilt.

Now you're gonna miss the homecoming dance

to go watch some hag in green face hanging from a wire? Come on. Tit up.

It's just a stupid dance. Why do you want to go, anyway?

I have to shoot it for yearbook.

I'm in it for the drunk straight boys who will suddenly realize they're fluid.

- That sounds kind of rapey. - Good.

Have you seen what's on the menu in this town?

- Is that the mailman? - Oh, my god.

Welcome to tragicstan.

And hello? Booker is gonna be at the dance.

This is your chance to land that plane.

I'm not landing that plane or any plane.

He hardly knows I exist.

Are you serious? You're a fucking piece, girl.

- Oh, I'm a piece? - Uh-huh.

Okay, barf choice of words or not, Joshua's right.

You got it, mill. You just need to own it.

See? Even miss word police agrees.

You're going. That's final.

Hey, mill, hold on a sec.

It's been a year.

You can't keep living your life for someone else.

You've got to start doing things for you.

Yeah, it's just...

It's not that easy.

My dad was her whole world.

I get it. I really do.

You don't want to hurt your mom's feelings. It's why I love you.

I just... I don't want you to wake up one morning

and realize your whole life passed you by

'cause you were busy being everything to everyone but you.

I'll see you at lunch, okay?

- I love you. - I love you.

Whoo!

Millie, hi.

Hi, ryler.

I love your dress.

- Thanks. - Where'd you get it?

I don't know.

I've had it a long time.

I think I saw it at discount bonanza.

I had to pee.

Did your mom use her employee discount?

Anyway, you look adorbs, seriously.

God.

Oh, my...

And I did a common a-frame,

but with delicate detall to the window framing.

Any dog would kill to call this their home.

If you installed some speakers,

threw down a rug, it'd be the ultimate pooch pad.

Sorry, Mr. bernardi.

- Late again, miss Kessler. - It won't happen again.

I doubt that. Just sit down.

It's very nice.

This woodwork is exceptional.

Hey. Pro tip: Always set your watch five minutes ahead.

It saves my ass, like, every time.

Thanks.

Chateau fido.

Come on. Great work, Phil.

Once again, setting the class standard.

Next up is...

Oh, Millie Kessler.

Time to present your doghouse.

Uh, my presentation isn't scheduled till next week.

This isn't debate class.

But you said the 16th.

Um, it's not ready yet.

Once again, miss Kessler is holding up the class.

And once again, miss Kessler is unprepared.

Dick.

Something to add, booker?

Nope.

Can I just do it the 16th?

"Can I just do it the 16th?"

Speak up.

Oh, a crocodile tear doesn't excuse your poor planning, miss Kessler.

My god.

This is completely bonkers.

I'm in shock.

I just saw Sandra two days ago in pe.

And now she's...

Oh, my god. It's a slaughterhouse.

Are you smiling?

Everybody is freaking out. Check it out.

Ginny was one of my best friends.

- Why? - Bitch, please.

Ginny hated ryler after she started that rumor about Ginny getting a carrot

- stuck in her pussy. - Don't say that word.

Whatever. Vagina.

Who would do something like this?

The bliss field butcher.

He's just an urban legend. He's not real.

Hmm, four very dead teens. It seems pretty real to me.

- They're gonna have to cancel homecoming. - Please.

Homecoming is like Christmas around here.

They're not canceling it.

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