- Hey, excuse me!
You, uh,
you can't smoke up there.
I'm sorry, sir.
It's a fire hazard.
You gotta put that out.
You must be
the guy renting the place
from Gil since he's out of town.
Is that right?
- Yeah, sounds about right.
Airbnb?
- Oh, no, no, Gil's not supposed
to be doing Airbnb.
That's... that goes against
the covenant there.
Yeah, I'll have to have a chat
with Gil, but...
I'm... I'm Tim Nesbitt.
- Thaniel Block.
- Nathaniel?
- Thaniel.
- Than... Thaniel.
Okay, where... where do you come
to us from?
- Brooklyn.
- New York?
No, man.
I couldn't live in New York.
No way. That...
Taking those taxicabs
and all those people.
Yeah, no. It's a...
What... what brings you
to, uh, South Carolina?
Uh, um, uh, sir?
I'm sorry,
I'm trying not to be rude here,
but this conversation
or whatever just keeps going
and I really need
to do some work.
And I can't concentrate.
You made me put out
my cigarette.
- Okay, we'll just... we'll just
get out of your hair.
How's that?
Come on, Rocky, let's go.
Ah, little word of advice...
this ain't New York City.
That nasty attitude,
that ain't gonna get you
very far down here.
- Yeah, we're awful people,
I know.
Terrible!
Well, good day to you, sir.
Go with God.
Love and peace.
Thoughts and prayers.
f*ck me.
I hate the South.
I'm nervous, Sugar Cups.
- Don't be.
Involving my daddy in this
might actually make him like you
a little bit.
- Oh, come on.
I wouldn't go so far
as to say Eli doesn't like me.
Okay, BJ.
I would.
Definitely.
Now stand tall and strong.
And let's go kiss
my daddy's ass.
- Mm.
- Wakey, wakey!
- Hi, BJ's here as well.
- Yoo-hoo!
We got some good news for ya!
- What if he's sleeping?
- Man, f*ck his sleep.
This is more important.
Daddy?
Daddy.
Hey.
Your eye.
- Oh.
- Did you fall, Dr. Gemstone?
Home falls are
a common occurrence
in the elder community.
There's no shame in it.
- What is with all the racket?
You're gonna wake the roosters!
Oh.
Sorry, I didn't know
you had company.
I'd've worn something
more appropriate.
Who's this hot piece of tail?
- This is my daughter, Judy.
- Excuse me.
This one of her girlfriends?
- I'm not a lesbian partner.
I'm her husband, BJ.
- No, BJ,
you're not shaking his hand.
He's big dicking you.
- Oh.
- This is Junior,
an old friend from Memphis.
Just visiting.
- Daddy.
Sir... Dr. Gemstone.
As you know,
I've wholeheartedly accepted
Christ into my life
and decided to get baptized.
I think I drunkenly said
the exact same thing
to Eli last night.
Cut the sh*t, bro.
We came over here
to bestow upon you the honor
of asking you to be the one
to baptize BJ.
Instead we're standing here
looking at this boy
with his f*cking morning chub?
- Uh, excuse me, Eli.
I don't mean
to interrupt this sweet...
father-daughter moment,
but you got any hangover helper?
- Oh, the kitchen's in there.
And the coffee machine
is on the counter.
- Ew.
- Bye.
- No, don't peace sign him.
- What the f*ck is that?
- Uh, things just got a little
carried away last night.
Nothing more than catching up
with an old friend.
- Hm, seems like more than
catching up to me.
You have a black eye!
Couple of old mysterious men
having slumber parties?
sh*t's obvious, dude.
- What's obvious?
- You are f*cking that man.
Y'all are hanging out here
being rough with each other
like grizzly bears
doing donkey punches.
- Okay.
- Tussling each other.
Getting each other hard.
- Judy, ugh!
Wash your mouth out with soap!
- Daddy, that man is not cute.
Call me crazy, I always hoped
if you were gonna yank a pole,
it be somebody hot,
like a Patrick Stewart type.
- Well, maybe next time
you'll think twice
before barging
into my home unannounced.
- You know what, Daddy?
I'm gonna go surprise somebody
who gives a sh*t
about their daughter!
- Okay.
- How 'bout that?
Come on BJ,
and don't touch anything
because it's probably covered
in secretions
and there's probably Hep C loads
everywhere.
- No, Judy, Judy.
- Uh.
- It wasn't supposed
to go like this.
g*dd*mn, she just gets worse.
- Sorry if I stirred up
any sh*t with your daughter.
Everything okay?
- No.
But that's family.
Always complicated.
- You don't have to tell me.
All right.
- That business last night,
I really needed that.
- b*ating a man senseless?
No.
Well, that was fun, but no.
The praying.
Say, I wanna know
more about that.
I mean...
I ain't trying
to be no crazy religious person
or nothing, but...
- Junior, if you're serious,
come to church.
- Big church like you got?
Cost some money
to get in them doors.
- Brother, church is free.
Unless you wanna sit
in the good seats.
- Well, I've been
in enough strip joints,
I know what it takes
to get the good sniffer seat.
Don't suppose
you could reserve
those good seats
for your old childhood friends,
could you?
- I'll see what I can do.
Amen.
- Amen.
We call ourselves
the Second Chance prayer group
'cause that's what we got...
second chances.
- Mm-hmm.
- Some of us anyway.
I got divorced.
- Chad,
let's not sour the mood, okay?
There's a lot of progress
to be proud of.
- When we started this group,
we were in crisis,
our marriages in question.
But I can say now that we are
all doing much better.
Yes.
Oh, except for Chad!
- Okay, who is this you brought
with you today, Mandy?
Is this your father?
- No.
It ain't my father.
It's Waylon, my new man.
Chad begged me to come,
but he didn't say
I couldn't bring nobody.
- Well, even Chad is trying
to do better.
- You know,
the point of this group is
to not treat each other
like assholes.
The point is to rebuild
what has been broken,
to reestablish relationships
with family,
friends, colleagues, the Lord,
and ultimately... yourself.
- Amen.
- But the real story
is about the progress
that we have made.
In fact, that is why we will not
be able to host this meeting
on Saturday night.
- Uh-oh, cat's out of the bag.
Hush, hush.
- Jesse and I are blessed
to be teaming up
with Lyle and Lindy Lissons
on a new business venture.
- That's right.
Behold!
Zion's Landing.
A luxury all-inclusive
time-share resort
for Christian families.
Construction is due
to begin imminently
on the beautiful,
sunny coastline of Florida.
- And it is top-notch service.
- Yes.
- I'm talking white gloves.
- And guess what else we got.
- What?
- We got a special discount
for folks of this prayer group
tonight!
- What?
Okay.
- Early-bird special, 15% off...
For couples.
- Oh, my.
- I'm looking at you, Levy.
You and your mama back there.
You sure have
put her through enough.
Take her down to the beach,
get her some sunshine!
We're doing big things!
We're doing big things!
Yes, yes!
Yes!
- I'm glad we have this group
to get to spend
some quality time together.
- Yeah.
- You know, like we used to?
- And just when we made
the wives sign those NDAs.
I thought we'd never get
a chance to hang out again.
- Oh, this is not hanging out!
This is going
to couples' prayer group.
It's not the same.
Nah, this ain't sh*t.
- Shh, shh, shh, shh.
Hey, how's it going?
Love you guys.
- Happy wife, happy life.
- Well, what rhymes
with divorced wife?
- I wouldn't know.
I never had one.
Levy, what the hell's going on
with your mom over there?
- Mama!
- Looks like she's breathing.
- Mama, wake up.
She's moving.
- Good afternoon.
How can I help you?
- I'm here to talk
to Dr. Gemstone.
Thaniel Block, journalist.
- Is Dr. Gemstone expecting you?
- That's a good question.
Incredible complex,
Dr. Gemstone.
I always hated
going to church as a kid.
Catholic... too much standing up
and sitting down.
- Maybe you were
at the wrong church.
- Maybe.
How'd you get that shiner?
- I go out at night
as a costumed crime-fighter.
What are you here for,
Mr. Block?
- I'm doing a piece
on your family.
- Like the piece you did
on the Butterfields?
- They knew what they were doing
was wrong.
That's why they were hiding it.
Look, I'm here as a courtesy,
allowing you the opportunity
to give your side of the story.
- You think I haven't tussled
with the press before?
- No, I've seen you
in the press.
Very ornery.
You sweat a lot.
- Dr. Gemstone
has nothing to hide.
Our followers know who he is.
That's why they come worship
with us every Sunday.
- Mm.
Story I got
isn't on Dr. Gemstone.
- Jesse.
- Not him either.
But if there's something you
wanna talk about, I'm all ears.
- Eli, give this man
no more of your time.
- No.
Don't dance around.
Which one of my family
are you coming after?
- Don't worry.
Nobody alive.
Your wife, Aimee-Leigh.
- She was a wonderful woman.
Loved the world over.
- Well, I have some accounts
from the old staff, some help,
that say she could
be very unpleasant at times.
- Lies.
- See, that's why I'd love
to sit down and talk.
Maybe you can tell me
what's real and what's not.
So people get the truth.
- Ha.
Good luck
with your little write-up piece.
- I'm, uh...
staying nearby.
Rented myself a cozy cabin
in the country.
If you change your mind,
come pay me a visit.
Would love to have your side
of things
for my little... write-up piece.
- f*ck him.
- Aimee-Leigh?
Unreal. Holy sh*t.
- So pretty.
Watch this sh*t.
- That's pretty fast.
- What in God's name?
Okay, okay.
That's a little mu...
Okay, okay, okay,
okay, okay, okay!
- Oh, sh*t!
Oh!
- Whoo! Got 'em.
- Whoo!
- That was good.
Whoo-whee!
My man, Jesse Gems.
- Don't scratch it.
- Making an entrance, baby.
- I come big
or I don't come at all.
- Ain't that the truth.
- Amen.
- I almost clipped her.
You see that?
I almost did a manslaughter.
- Man, I'm liking
them steer horns, Jesse.
Almost as big as my steer horns.
- Oh, look out, huh?
You gotta have steer horns
on your whip
if you gonna be popping off
in Texas.
- Welcome to our ranch, y'all,
Casa des Lissons.
- It's gorgeous.
- What's up
with them little people
over there making noises?
- Oh, you like
my singing angels?
Yeah, they're
from the Lissons Kiddo Ranch.
It's a project close
to our hearts.
We give street kids
and homeless orphans a life
they'd otherwise never have.
Introduce 'em to Christ.
- Y'all do such good work.
- Well, we try.
- You don't try.
You succeed.
- Oh, hey,
do y'all know Joe Jonas?
- Joe Jonas
from the Jonas Brothers?
- No, he... married
to "Game of Thrones"?
- I mean, I know of him.
Them beautiful eyes.
But I don't know him.
- Well,
you're 'bout to meet him.
- What?
- Part of our investor team.
- Get outta town.
- Mm-hmm.
Do y'all line dance?
- Well, they say
everything's bigger in Texas.
God sure is!
- Let's go, Joe Jonas!
- Yeehaw!
- Let's show these Gemstones
what we're made of, y'all.
Wow.
- Jesse, Amber,
get your butts over here!
Come dance!
- No, no, no.
- You ain't sitting
this one out.
- All right,
let's give it a sh*t.
- Come on now. Don't be shy.
- We family.
- Oh!
- You gonna have to teach me how
to do this.
- Hop it around!
- Hop it around.
- There you go!
- Okay.
I knew you had Texas in you.
- Oh, girl, you got this!
Shake it, don't break it.
- There you go. Grapevine.
- Bum, bum.
- Bow, bow.
- As elite Christian leaders,
we strive to make
our earthly world
more like the kingdom of Heaven,
and this 2,000-room,
500-acre paradise
is a great place to start.
- Look at that.
- Welcome to a new Eden.
Welcome to Zion's Landing.
- Yes.
- Whoo! Wow.
Thank y'all.
- Whoo!
- 'Preciate it.
- Wow, Lyle!
If my husband could afford it,
I'd give you that money
right now.
Thank you, darlin'.
- He can't afford it?
That sucks.
Too bad.
- Zion's Landing's
gonna be sick.
Lyle didn't have to convince me
to invest,
but of course he did.
- Can't help myself.
- We know who you are.
- Excuse me?
- We...
- We're familiar with your work.
- Yeah.
- The Jonas Brothers.
- The brothers.
- Right?
- Thank you.
- Are the other brothers gonna
be involved in Zion's Landing?
- No, you know what?
All love for the Jo bros,
but sometimes
you just gotta go solo.
- Oh, I feel ya.
- This is just
a special opportunity.
I've always wanted
to be a hotelier
ever since I was a little kid.
- Literally,
that's exactly my situation.
Ever since
I also was a little tiny boy,
I've always wanted
to be a hotelier.
- Really?
- That's wild.
- I mean, my brother's always
giving me sh*t
saying it's a wack idea,
don't invest in this and that,
but...
- What?
- So lame!
That's exactly the same sh*t
that my siblings
have been saying.
- Exactly the same.
- Dude.
They're like,
"You're a f*cking moron.
"This is the dumbest thing
to spend f*cking money on.
"This seems like
it's like a rip-off
or like a pyramid scheme."
- Mm-hmm.
- And I'm just like,
"No, it doesn't at all."
They're so wrong.
- How hard could it be?
I've stayed in a bunch
of hotels.
- Why not just...
- Own my own?
That's wild.
- Really?
- Thought of the same damn thing
that Joe Jonas thought
at the same time.
- I am tripping out here.
I mean, we are only
at the beginning.
- Mm-hmm.
- Of a whole new era.
To the elite few!
- Ooh, I got chills.
- I can toast to that.
The elite few.
- Amen.
- Cheers, y'all. Amen.
Amen.
- Oh, and you know you
in the elite few,
you can swing
that initial investment
at $10 million, am I right?
Mm-hmm.
- For starters, right?
- Yeah, at least.
- Yeah.
- Where the hell
are we gonna get $10 million?
I don't know, baby.
- I knew this was too good
to be true.
I mean,
these are the exact people
that we're supposed
to be associating with, right?
The elite.
I mean,
they're like casually friends
with celebrities.
Lyle and Lindy
are a huge step up
from Chad and Mandy.
- I mean,
f*cking Levy's damn Joe Jonas
without the money,
talent, or charisma.
Just f*cking handsome
with a great head of hair
and that's it,
f*cking makes me sick.
- Baby?
We need this.
What can we do? I mean,
can we get a loan?
- For ten milli?
Hell no, we can't.
I got no personal equity.
Everything's owned
by the damn church.
I can't even do
a reverse mortgage on the house
because it's
in the family trust.
- Okay, okay.
Then there's only one solution.
We gotta ask your daddy for it.
- He ain't gonna give us
no money.
He'll say no
just to teach me a lesson.
- Why don't you let me
talk to him?
Baby, I never get involved.
And he'll know it's important
if I speak to him.
I really think I can get Eli
to listen to me on this one.
- Wear that dress
that pushes them titties up,
the green one.
- Yes, sir.
We are in control
of our own destiny.
- My silver b*llet.
- Okay.
- And I f*cking love you.
- Ah, we've come to one
of my favorite parts,
where we recognize
those among us
who are just discovering
Christ's love.
Let us all give
a warm Gemstones welcome...
they are longing
for that pure spiritual milk
so that they may grow up
into salvation.
- I think the band's mics
are all hot.
Let's just bring
the vocals down.
- That?
Perfect. Good job.
- Can I offer you
some more rolls, Eli?
- Don't mind if I do.
Pass 'em over here, Red.
Uh-huh, huh.
Tell you what.
I got a hell of a setup
in Memphis.
But man, oh, man,
you have a hound dog here.
Maybe I should start
my own church.
Pfft.
Okay.
- It's performance art,
same as wrestling.
You got your gimmick.
You got your mic work
and you never break kayfabe,
am I right?
- A little more to it than that.
- Man, I can't believe
you and Grandpa
used to wrestle together.
- Oh, yeah.
- I mean, that's crazy.
- Eli was known
as the Maniac Kid back then.
He was the poorest son
of a bitch in our league.
And look
at the m*therf*cker now.
- Been very fortunate.
Work hard for the Lord
and the Lord will reward.
- Yes.
- That's right, Daddy.
Amen.
- Yes, he does.
And I couldn't help but notice
that new Tesla Judy has.
That was
a very generous gesture.
- Well, it was a wedding gift.
As I recall, your mother
and I gave you and Amber both
cars for yours.
- Y'all did.
- Why didn't I get a car?
- Okay, hang on just one second.
Jesse, you like that Tesla?
Take it, okay?
It's too complicated anyway.
It don't even take gas.
- No, no, no.
It ain't about the gift.
It's about the giving.
- Here Judy doesn't even invite
you to her wedding,
and yet you find your way
to still give her a reward.
Your generosity
and constant support,
it never goes unnoticed, Daddy.
You are always there
for your children.
Always.
- Yuck.
- Okay.
Thank you, Jesse.
- And Eli,
you know I never involve myself
in matters pertaining
to business,
but this time-share hotel
with the Lissons,
it means so much.
- Well, you have my blessing.
And I wish you luck.
- Thank you.
We're gonna need a little bit
more than luck though,
unfortunately.
Because the initial investment
is $10 million.
- Whoo!
- Okay.
- The b*mb has been dropped.
- Ooh, whee! Mama!
- Okay, I knew it.
I'm sitting here going,
"I know something's weird,"
and now I know it.
That's why your whole jug
is out.
I understand.
I thought this was happening.
Y'all are running games.
- Her jugs are just out
because this is what
they normally are doing.
- Yuck. Yuck, Jesse.
What y'all are doing right now
is gross.
- Building a new resort
ain't cheap.
- No, it is not cheap at all.
- Thank you, f*cking Martin.
But I have every faith
that we will get this money back
and then some, Daddy.
- You told me
y'all were doing this
on your own.
Doing it on your own means
coming up with your own funding.
When I started out, I barely had
two sticks to rub together.
You have a lot more
than two sticks.
- I know I got more
than two sticks.
You're the one saying
damn two sticks.
- Maybe getting involved
in such a big project
isn't the best idea
for you right now.
- I was just thinking that,
Daddy.
assh*le.
- He's right.
Yeah, nice work, Dr. Tits.
Your little beg party
is a sh*t show.
- Ta-ta for now.
Yeah.
- Don't you sweat it, Jesse.
My daddy, he turned down
all my big moneymaking ideas.
And look at me.
I turned out a'ight.
- Ooh.
Look at him, Jesse.
- Well, since we've already
broke our rule
about talking business
at the table,
there's something
y'all should be aware of.
The reporter that took down
the Butterfields
is in our backyard.
Says he's doing some piece
on us.
Probably just trying to stir
the pot, dig up some dirt.
- Daddy, you let me handle this.
I'll put a crew together
and I'll send him
a f*cking message
that he is sniffing
the wrong dog's assh*le!
- There we go.
- What we're gonna do
is nothing.
Operate like he doesn't exist.
Anybody ask any questions,
tell 'em to talk
to our legal team.
- I'm hearing this,
and I'm processing it,
and I'm just thinking
the only way we put
this to an end, Daddy,
is if I go seduce this man.
You know,
get some intel through turn-ons,
hand-holds, eye contacts.
Jack him off just a little bit.
- No, what we're gonna do
is zip our lips, like I said.
- Well, I'm just gonna go
on record saying I think
it'd be better if Judy at least
jacked this fella off
than do nothing at all.
- Daddy,
I could just get him hungry.
- This is another
super bad choice
made by the current
church leader.
- As much as it pains
for me to say this,
Jesse's not totally wrong here.
Ignoring things
is not how you deal with them
in the social media age.
You gotta own things.
- I don't care what y'all think.
Stay out of it!
- Eli.
What do you say me and you go
pay that reporter a visit?
Deal with him like we did
back in the old days.
- That's enough, enough.
Everybody, just leave it alone.
- Dad, what the hell's
he talking about "the old days?"
- Probably about slapping
buttholes, sucking dicks.
- Enough!
- J... Judes!
- Uh-uh, how y'all gonna roll up
in my house without knocking?
- Come on, bitch. Get your sh*t.
Duty calls.
- Oh, hey, y'all.
Are we going somewhere?
- You're not!
- This is a private meeting
for real family members,
not damn married-in ones.
- Scoot along, BJ.
You're not real family.
- What the f*ck, y'all?
- You guys know
I'm a believer now.
I'm getting baptized.
- Well, guess what.
That adds up to nothing.
Go.
- Bye, bitch!
- God, why y'all
gotta be so ruthless?
- We need to discuss
the survival of our family.
You know I'm right.
Daddy is f*cking up.
- This reporter has us
in his crosshairs.
The Butterfields tried
to ignore him,
and he turned them
into laughingstocks.
The move is we talk to him.
Steer the narrative.
- Okay, so how we gonna do that?
- Well, Martin says
he's staying nearby in a cabin.
I say we go sniff him out.
- All right,
go make friends with him.
Maybe I'll seduce him
a little bit.
- Sure, whatever.
Hey! BJ, I see you watching us.
- We know you're not
on the phone.
- BJ, you can be there
if you want.
- We know you're not
on the phone.
- God.
Look,
I take no pleasure in this,
but we're gonna do this one
by the books.
That means no knives,
no kubotans,
no weapons whatsoever.
We go there only armed
with our minds
and our f*cking manners.
And we make damn sure
we handle this like grown-ups.
Can y'all do that?
- Grown-ups.
Grown-ups.
- g*dd*mn,
we are the new generation.
Let's go save
our f*cking family.
Jesus.
- Don't touch anything.
It'll close itself.
- What if he ain't home?
- There's a car right there,
dummy.
- Oh, he's home.
Look, the door's open.
- TV's on.
- Mr. Block?
It's the Gemstone children.
You spoke with our daddy.
- He probably spoke very rudely
with you and...
and you didn't deserve that.
- Yeah,
our daddy is a real assh*le.
And we're not like him.
We are the new generation
of Christian thought-leaders
at the church, and we like
to do things our own way.
That's why we'd like
to come here and participate
in the story
if you would like that.
Mr. Block?
- Stupid and I'm like,
"Say something."
And he's like...
- Maybe it's his wine times.
Maybe he's in the bubble bath.
We don't know.
Man, I'm just looking
at this door.
It's just standing wide open.
- I know.
sh*t,
I'm thinking the same thing.
Seems like one
of them situations
where we just go inside,
doesn't it?
- Totally.
- Uh, no, it doesn't.
This is not what we talked
about.
Breaking and entering?
Absolutely not.
- Needle nuts,
the door is wide open.
This ain't breaking,
this is just entering.
That's totally legal.
- Oh, you don't know anything
about laws, Jesse.
- Okay, like you do.
- No, I'm out.
Peace, latro.
Gimme the keys. I'm serious.
I'm gonna go wait in the car.
- Fine.
- Give me the key.
- Go clench your assh*le
in the car, boy.
We'll save our family.
- Is he really not gonna help?
- Of course he's not.
- Go clench your own assh*le.
Probably can't.
It's probably gaping
because
of BJ's big ol' ding dong.
That boy's a freak.
Y'all bunch
a bunch of criminals.
Idiots.
- Mr. Block?
We come in peace.
We mean you no harm.
Just a little chitchat.
- We just wanted to take you up
on your generous offer
to talk.
- Is nobody home?
- I don't know, it's weird.
- Come on!
Oh!
Oh...
- I guess we could email
this dude or something.
Holy sh*t.
He's dead.
- Guys!
There's a... Oh!
- It's on me!
- Ah!
- Is it on me?
f*ck! I'm close to it.
- Damn it! Get up!
God damn it!
- No!
- There's dead bodies out here
too!
Watch out!
- Open the doors, Kelvin!
- Open them!
- I am as soon
as I can find this...
- Come on!
Get the f*cking door open!
Open the f*cking door!
- Get in, get in,
get in, get in!
- He was dead.
He was f*cking dead!
- Kelvin, shut his door!
- Shut my door! Let's go!
- f*ck, now mine's opening!
- Come on!
Someone shut the f*cking...
- I'm trying!
- All we have to do is
just think for a second!
- No, we don't have to think!
We have to drive!
- All right, my door's
f*cking opening back up now!
- I'm trying!
- God damn it!
- I'm ready to go and then
you're making the door open!
- I'm not making it do anything!
- Okay, just going up
and f*cking down!
Judy, don't you know how to use
this f*cking car?
Oh, someone's here!
Go, go, go!
- Move your f*cking car, Judy!
Holy sh*t.
Go, go, go!
- I'm trying to go!
I hate it! I hate this car!
Yuck, yuck, yuck!
Yuck, yuck, yuck!
- Daddy! Open up!
It's your children, Daddy!
It's an emergency!
Wake up, Daddy!
- Is that Daddy's car?
- Answer!
Hey!
- Why are you kids
in my fountain?
- Where the hell
are you two coming from?
- Um, uh, doing business.
- Church business.
- Daddy,
is that blood on your pants?
- Huh? Oh.
Uh...
Uh...
Uh...
- Uh, don't be silly.
Blood, come on.
Oh.
I had to move
a dead deer off the road.
I must've got some on me.
From the deer.
It's deer blood.
- It is blood, yes.
- So...
what do y'all need?