01x03 - Road k*ll

[bunniefuu]

My name is Stella Heikkinen.
My children and I just moved here.

I am living on top of a
floorless drug empire.

The town is full of psychopaths.

Clear off or I'll
call the police!

I'm your new neighbour,
Frankie McCleish.

Might be good to have
some new blood in town.

Please tell me
that is not Kumar.

They would have done this

if they didn't think he knew
something and passed it on to you.

That new mob... are they
gonna be safe down there?

Dunno.

If he asks about
school, say... say you love it

but you don't have money
for books or a uniform.

If we're lucky, Uncle Robert will
help us with our money problems.

Do you understand? Where
the hell are my ciggies?

Did you take my
cigarettes? I don't smoke.

G'day, Tina. Just
stay here, Brony.

Mummy needs to talk to
the man for a second.

G'day, Gary.

Gary!

f*ck' hell! Get inside, Brony!

What's happening?

Francis Pike.

The Community. Giving
him a good send-off.

Who or what is the Community?

Religious group.

What, so, they're just gonna
bury him? Just like that?

Yeah.

All Francis wanted was
for this town to prosper.

Sad, isn't it?

Well, I'll certainly
miss cheery smile.

He certainly knew how to smile.

Hm...

Although sometimes I wondered

if it wasn't about him prospering
at the expense of the town.

Well, we won't ever know now.

No.

Stay.

No, I think we need to, uh...

..feed the pig.

Suit yourselves.

I need to know more
about that new woman.

Why no investigation?

There needs to be an inquest.

Death by misadventure. Must
be slippery by the water.

Yeah, especially with a
plastic bag over your head.

Probably a sex thing for him.

Whatever floats your boat.

A man is dead, and you're
not asking questions.

We're not cops. Are you?

Francis Pike may as
well be a goldfish

for all the concern around here.

Look, slipped on a rock.

Like I said,

it was an accident.

You don't want to be
overthinking things.

Why is she asking
so many questions?

She should mind
her own business.

Do you have a minute?

Uh... Actually, I'm quite busy.

Well, I've located a file
that needs to be investigated.

Sadly, I couldn't read some
of the crucial information

because water has
destroyed much of it.

I actually raised the risk
of this happening last year,

and I was duly ignored.

And the file you want actioned?

It's a bit of a mystery.

$18,600,033

paid out in regular payments

to recipients in the same
town from 1994 to 2011.

1994 was a long time ago.

There's an older file.

No repayments, no...

Well, the good thing is
it's ancient history.

Probably some oversight
from the old days.

All the recipients reside in
the same town in Tasmania.

Leave the file with me.

I'll give it a look
when I get a chance.

Did you happen to
receive my memo?

Uh... Which one?

The one regarding
office etiquette.

It covers numerous topics
that need to be discussed.

There's kitchen protocol,
untidy work stations, etcetera.

Mm. Mm.

I'm happy to plan out
the topics with you.

Oh, yes. Yes, and we
can work together.

Good idea. Yes!

You say the money
went to Tasmania.

In regular payments.

You know, on reflection,

you're right to be concerned.

These things need
to be investigated.

Why don't you

fly over and look into it?

Go to Tasmania?

There's money in the travel budget
and you've never taken any leave.

I don't...

I don't like Tasmania.

Everybody loves
Tasmania these days.

Go there. See what
you can find out.

Go hiking. Send us a postcard.

No, I don't like hiking.

I would prefer to
investigate from here.

My hunch is you might
be onto something.

Thank you so much for
bringing it to my attention.

And the unicorns flew down
to their new home on the moon,

where they could eat all
the cheese they wanted.

And that's the end of my story.

Oh, and Francis the
real-estate agent

drowned with a plastic
bag on his head.

Oh,
that's lovely, darling!

Gotta go, Grandma.

Death entered the
world through sin

and now threatens to destroy
and ruin God's creation.

The Son of Man shall
send forth his angels

and they shall gather
out of his kingdom

all things that offend them...

..and shall cast them
into a furnace of fire.

And thus shall the earth

be freed of their pestilence.

This service
is no longer activated.

This service...

Wh..

This service
is no longer activated.

Argh.

Great. Middle of nowhere,
no f*ck' phone service.

What is this sh*thole?

Fully booked.

I'm not looking
for accommodation.

I'm staying in the
nice town up the road.

We're fully booked anyway.

I'm looking for a
Graham Gordon Ellery.

He died.

Oh.

Who's wanting me?

My name is Robin Ricketts.

I'm here on behalf of the
Department of Finance.

I've been asked to
investigate a file,

and your name appeared on it.

You gave this as your address...

..back in, uh... 1996.

Well, yes, because
this is where I live.

Ah.

You've been here this whole
time.

Well, it's a...

It's a very nice room.

A large sum of money

was paid out to a
number of residents

living in this town. Of
course, being blind, the room

may not be how I remember
it. It was never repaid.

It was never signed off.
It used to have a credenza,

but I kept walking into it.

Right.

There was no tax
collected on it.

Well...

..maybe it was a gift.

The government
doesn't give gifts.

One of the recipients
was a family.

I wondered if you know where I can
find Vicky, Jonathan, Edward Stiles.

Bong Cha! Reginald Greene.

Madeleine Kokoris.

Ohh... Ali Achmed.

Uh... Mei Fong.

Bong Cha!

I would like to talk
to a Terence Smith.

Do you know where any
of those people are?

My God, what is wrong?!

Bong Cha, this is not my sandwich.
What happened to my sandwich?

This IS your sandwich. No.
This is not my sandwich!

I made it, you stupid man!
This is your sandwich!

Ohh...

If you do think of
anything... Ohh...

..here is my card.

You give a card to a blind man?

Maybe you can read
it out to him. Ohh...

I... Ohh...

..apologise for
any inconvenience.

Ohh...

Ohh!

How is the sandwich?

It's a perfectly good
sandwich, thank you.

Can you hear me? Over.

What now?

This is Growling Panther. I
must speak to the Lioness. Over.

What is it, Bong Cha?

We have a visitor in town.
She came to the motel. Over.

Don't feel you have to call me
every time someone drives through.

This is a government
woman. Robin Ricketts.

Asking questions
of Graham. Over.

What sort of questions?

She has the names of
lots of people. Over.

What sort of names?

Real names.

She's looking for some
people at your house.

A family called Miles. Over.

Do you mean Stiles? Yes.

Maybe.

Over.

Ask him if he brought the money.

Yeah, OK.

Uh...

OK.

Uh...

He says...

..yes.

Well, where is it?

I'll, uh... go get it, yeah?

I'm on it.

Eh?

OK.

He say a third now,

the rest on delivery.

Bay of Fires is a definite ask.

Bay of Fires, definite ask.

Leave it with me, OK?

Ay-ay-ay-ay.

Mm.

OK.

He say, uh...

..yes, that is confirmed.

And he's all good with the day?

Yes, I will confirm that.

Yeah?

OK.

Just call it out!

Uh... He say all good!

What's he talking about?

He say...

..we must not meet here again.

Why not? What's the problem?

Ah! He, uh...

He has the vertigo!

Very dizzy!

You have no idea how
problematic this is for us.

What, a mother can't travel with
her children to school anymore?

Not on the same bus.

Reputation ruined
on the first day.

We don't have a choice.
I don't have a car.

It's OK, Mum. I don't
have a reputation.

Here we go.

Alright, let's line up.

Hey, hey, Julie.

Hey.

Hey!

Where do you think YOU'RE going?

Oh, um... I'm going to ride the
bus to school with my children.

I want to make sure they
get off to a great start.

It's their first day.

Uh... The 7:45AM service is a
dedicated school run, alright?

It's children only.

Listen...

..Manfred,

I don't know you
from Vladimir Putin,

but I'm willing to entrust the
lives of my children into your care,

so, the very least you can do is
trust that I will behave myself.

Hm?

Mum, you can sit next to me.

♪ Stretching on out
and I'm feeling fine... ♪

♪ The fool and me

♪ Two fools dancing on
the hands of time, yeah

♪ The fool and me

♪ And, ohh, oh, wherever we go... ♪

♪ We keep the spirit free... ♪

Hey! Hey, y...

You're... You are going too
fast. You need to slow down.

This isn't fast,
lady.

Driving down the Yungas Road
in Bolivia with no brakes -

that was fast.

Yeah, Death Road, they call it.

69 kilometres of switchbacks,

the whole way single lanes.

Yeah.

And, let me tell you,

carrying four tonnes of
expired dynamite on the roof

in the middle of
a Bolivian summer,

that is no cake walk.

Just slow down.

And keep your eyes on the road.

Well, I will if you
stop talking to me.

Calm down, you're
scaring the kids.

Alright, listen to this one.

One of the best solos of the
'70s. Let it flow over ya, kids.

Flow over ya.

Might be a little better
with stimulants, of course.

Oh, we survived that.

Come on, sweetie.

This is it?

There's, like, five people here.

The bike shed at my
school was bigger.

You're being melodramatic.

I've heard good things
about this school.

From all your friends in town?

OK, the headmistress
is waiting for us.

Please let me do this.

It's enough you've ruined
my reputation on the bus.

I've got this.

And what is your
name, young lady?

Iris Heikkinen, aged 10.

Born 13 March 2011.

Now, it's very important you don't
draw any attention to yourself, OK?

Otis, what is your name?

Otis What The f*ck
Am I Doing Here?

Love you! Bye, Mum!

Have a good first day at school!

Look at 'em. Blood-sucking
carrion feeders.

Yeah. Like a nest of vipers!

Maybe don't mention
it to 'em, eh?

Nah, bugger 'em.
I've come here...

Jesus, Dad. ..to tell
them what I think.

Hello.

What can I do for
you today, Mr Gurvan?

Well, we got your letters,

and if you vultures think
you're gonna be taking my farm,

you've got another think coming.

Dad, I'll do the talking,
yeah? Well, why don't ya, then?

Do it. I'm just a silly old bugger
who's not long for this world.

We're here about the
notice of foreclosure.

We need more than two weeks
to come up with the money.

We've been issuing notices of
default for the past nine months.

c*ck! How much
would it cost to stall it?

Well, frankly, I think
that's a waste of time.

Yours and mine.

I think I'm gonna have
to empty my catheter.

Oh, can you just hang on?

Yeah, sure, I can hang on.

I'm just a poor sick old bugger
dying from prostate cancer.

Alright.

Which way's the toilet?

Public toilet's two
blocks down, going east...

No, YOUR toilet.

The toilet here
is for bank staff only.

Bank staff only?

Maybe you want him
to empty his catheter

right here on the floor, huh?

Huh?

Just...

Thank you, Miss.

You've been very obliging.

Why aren't you calling
me on the burner phone?

The phone didn't work.

I told you each SIM is
only good for one call.

No, I didn't call anyone.
It just didn't work.

If someone has used it,
I'll mail you some more.

Just understand that each time I
send anything, it comes at a risk.

Look, when can I get
my family out of here?

We are not suited to
this place, believe me.

Until I get to the bottom
of this, no-one is safe.

We're not safe here.

It's not about you.
It's bigger than that.

What did Kumar tell you?

Nothing.

He was k*lled before
he could tell me.

He gave me a USB, but it...

He gave you a USB and now
you decide to tell me?

Were you planning on using
it as a bargaining chip?

I don't... I don't know you.
I don't know who you work for.

I don't even know your name!

How do I know
YOU'RE not involved?

How do I know
YOU'RE not involved?

What's on the USB?

A curry recipe.

Send it to me.

Make Kumar's death
mean something.

Sure.

Thanks.

It's Airini.

My name is Airini.

Ryan Raymond
Greene you say? Mm.

His is one of many names,

and I have this address.

Done something naughty, has he?

Well, that is a
government matter.

Yeah, well, he married that
Carlita girl from Mexico.

Bought a boat and sailed
to Fiji, I think it was.

Oh!

And what about
Madeleine Kokoris?

Word around town is she caught
her hand in a harvester,

took up singing.

I think it's more
likely, though,

that she ran off with that
professional waterskier.

Either way, never seen again.

Oh.

And uh... and
Terence Darby Smith?

Oh, Terry.

Terry.

Decapitated himself.

Decapitated?

Yeah. Not on purpose.

He was cutting down a
dead tree and it twisted.

That's the thing
people don't realise,

is dead trees are the
real widow-makers.

Not that Terry was ever married.

Bit of a pants man,
truth be known.

This was back when he
had a head, obviously.

Ladies don't tend to go
for that headless look.

Bad enough if you haven't
got hair, innit, these days?

Terry had a lovely head of hair.

Ironically it was that that
got caught in the chainsaw.

It's like swings and rounda...

Hey, can you open the door?

Oh... Uh... Oh!

Hey, what are you doing?!
I want to get on the bu...

Hey...

Come on!

Ohh!

Why is everybody
here an arsehole?

Oh, my God.

Thank you for stopping.

Don't mention it.

I won't.

Oh.

Well... who have
we got here then?

I'm Stella.

She's our new neighbour.

Is that right?

What were you doing out there

walking around
without a vehicle?

Well, my car's in with
Connor for repair.

Good luck getting that back.

Here's one for you -

why is our little town

called Mystery Bay?

Uh... Because it's a mystery.
Where the hell is the bay?

You
got that right.

Where's the g*dd*mn bay?

I like this one, Jeremiah.

Oh, ease up, will you?
You're like a bloody octopus.

Oh, you're jealous?

It's been quite a while since I
sat next to an attractive woman.

Oh.

Not since my Pearl passed away.

Oh, she was the sweetest
woman that ever drew breath.

We had a nice right
family back then.

Pearl and Jeremiah and Billy.

Who's Billy?

Billy's his big brother.

Oh.

He's doing a sabbatical at
the moment up on the mainland,

but he'll be back soon.

He's not coming back, Dad.

Why don't you just clam up?

You'll like Billy.

Everyone likes Billy.

Some people are just
irreplaceable, you know?

What is meant by
Dalton's three laws?

Anyone?

We did this last term.

Um... The invisibility of
an atom was proven wrong.

When elements were excited
by an electrical current,

atoms broke down
into several parts.

Well done, Otis.

Elysha, can you read from
page 65, third para down?

Um...

"By adding

"the elec... trons

"of the atoms,

"the... mole...

"molec..."

Molecule.

Molecule. Shh!

That's... great. Thanks, Elysha.

OK.

Page 65, everybody.

Robin Rickett.

Are you from the Tax Office?

No, the Department of Finance.

I've already told you b*stards

I've got no idea what happened

to the receipts for
the machinery...

No, no, I'm not
here for your tax.

I'm not responsible for what
happened to those receipts.

I'm hoping you can help me locate
some people I'm looking for.

Yeah?

No. I doubt it.

Terence Smith, Mei Fong, Madeleine
Kokoris, Reginald Greene?

Perhaps Vicki Johnathan
and Edward Stiles?

I've got no idea who
these people are.

Ah.

How about you? I didn't catch
your name.

Myfanwy.

Cardiganshire.

Welsh.

That on your list?

You know, if I were you,

I'd get back in the car and
head back to your office.

Hm?

Well, I don't have an
office here, actually.

It's not tinea. It's just,
like, a foot-rot sort of thing.

One tick.

Who did you say you
were with again?

Jason, we are not paying
for a dog licence for a pig.

Well, it's on the card.

Not happening, Jason.

Uh... Sorry, sorry.

What are you doing here again?

The department would like
to locate these people.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Oh...

Mm. Uh...

No.

Nup.

Never seen those names before.

But they can't have
just disappeared.

Mm, I think they might've.

Mm.

I tell you what - I'll look
into it and I'll call you later.

Could you look into it now?

Mm-hm.

Later.

I'm on an important case.

What about you ladies?

Recognise any of these names?

Poor Madeleine Kokoris.

She... She had heart
attack, didn't she?

I was told she moved.

Right after the heart attack.

She married the dentist.
Moved to Broome.

I was told she married a
professional waterskier.

Dentists can waterski too.

We're not paying, Jason.

Janine Pilchard,

you left your school bag
again in the luncheon area.

Please report to lost property.

Yeah, cool,
we can get apples.

Yeah, cool. Yeah.

Sorry I'm late. I was helping
Ms Butler put the books away.

That's sl*ve labour.

She says we have to
do a family tree.

We can't have family
here. Yes, we can.

I'm making up a new one

with new aunties and
uncles and cousins.

Do you think we'll have any
royal people in our family?

Youse won't let me.

You come and grab
him.

Grab him, Stretch, pick him
up. Yeah, I got him, I got him,

Hurry up, clip him
so I don't drop him.

There.

There you go.

How do I look?

Ugh. Do I look pretty?

Pretty ugly.

Quick, get the one
with the yellow tag.

Oh!

Oh, what a shame!

Lovely shoes.

Can I get you a cloth?

No. Thank you.

They are most likely
ruined.

If you're a Jehovah,

you've wasted your
petrol, I'm afraid.

Oh, no, I'm not a
Jehovah's Witness.

Uh... My name is Robin Ricketts and
I'm with the Department of Finance.

I'm looking for the Stiles
family, a Vicki Stiles.

This was her last
listed residence.

Hmm...

No.

No-one of that name around here.

Oh.

Well, it was 20 ago.

How long have YOU lived here?

A whiles.

Perhaps you'd recognise her.

This is Vicki Stiles circa 1996.

Oh!

We have the same-shaped face.

There are some similarities.

I was
never THAT pretty.

No, I'm afraid I'm
sorry, I don't know her.

I don't think I got YOUR name.

Frankie.

Frankie McCleish.

Frankie.

Would it be possible, Frankie,

to get some form
of identification?

Passport...

Ooh.

Routine authentification.

Of course!

Though... ..it might
take me a whiles to find it

because there's not much call to
show that sort of thing round here.

But tell you what -

I'll give you a ring when I do.

Well, you have my card.

I sure do.

I do have a 4:00PM
flight tomorrow,

so, I will need that information
by noon at the latest.

I understand.

First the strutting poodle
from out of town moves in,

and now this yappy
one's sniffing around.

They sound the same.

Yes, they do.

Can you explain to me
why I saw you driving my car

with our goat dead
tied to the roof?

Test driving.

Still a problem with
the transmission.

I found a goat already
dead on the road.

Here you go.

It's a loaner from Frankie.

Just till I fix yours.

Frankie is loaning
me a car? Why?

Used to belong to Francis.

He won't need it no more.

Well, any vehicle is
useful. Thank her for me.

You can thank her yourself.

She said to go up to the
house tonight for a feed.

Feed? Tonight?

Yeah, you and the kids.

Good way to make friends.

We all need friends, don't we?

Good evening. I'm... I'm Stella.

And this is uh... Otis and Iris.

What's this little guy's name?

b*stard from hell.

They're here!

No wallabies tonight.

Now, before we start, I
want to give thanks to Jack.

Where is he? Said
he wasn't hungry.

Well, he should be here.

Maybe he doesn't
like k*lling so much.

He's such a soft c*ck.

Now, Stretch, that's
enough from you.

Remember what we've
been working on -

empathy, sensitivity
and kindness.

Oh, everybody, just dig in.

We've Jack to
thank for the lamb.

His first k*ll.

He opened its throat
and drained its blood

like he'd been doing
it all his life.

He's well on the way to
being the head of the family.

Boys!

Brony.

Boys.

We've got guests.

What are you knitting?

Every year, the
ladies from the CWA,

we club together and we make
blankets for the homeless.

There are homeless people here?

No, no, no, not here.

In the big cities.

Like in our city. Mm,
which city is that, dear?

Melbo... The main street of...

We, uh... lived in Sydney, in...

..Dover Heights.

Mm.

Very fancy.

Hm! I can't imagine why anyone would
want to leave fancy Dover Heights

for our little Tassie town!

I just wanted a safer
place to bring up the kids.

And you chose here?

Is that your first grandchild?

Oh, no, no, he's not mine.

Not technically.

No, Jack is my only true born.

No.

I'm a foster mum
to all this lot.

Ah. And I love
'em all the same.

Otis, I see you've given
up being a vegetarian.

Uh... He's a flexitarian.

Mm!

Here. There you go.

Can I help you with the dishes?

Look, thanks for
organising the car for me.

I think you'll find that most
people in our little town

love to lend a hand.

You don't want to become
friends with the wrong people.

What does that mean?

Oh...

Well, there's people, dear,
well, you just can't trust.

Same as everywhere, I suppose.

No.

It's not the same
as anywhere here.

You'll learn that.

Oh! You know, when
I first came here

I was almost as
green as you are.

So, how long HAVE you been here?

Do you know you're the second
person today to ask me that?

What do you want to know all
about me all of a sudden for, eh?

Think it's time
we ladies joined the party.

No, stop!

Stop! I
don't want to!

Stop!

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Boys, that's enough with
the headless chicken dance.

You're scaring
the poor wee girl.

I apologise, Iris.

Jackie!

Glad you could make it.

Smelt the apple pie, I see.

I know!

Since Jackie's here,
let's play stories.

He's the best one at that.

It's tradition around here.

Someone starts a story,

and then everyone
gets to add to it.

Do you wanna play?

OK.

I'm gonna let you start.

Once upon a time

a girl met a unicorn
in the forest.

The girl was cold,

so, she asked the unicorn

if she could take her flying
up to feel the sunshine.

Brony?

So, the unicorn said to the
girl, "Get off me, you lazy h*."

The girl stuck a knife
in the horse and said,

"If you don't carry me, I'll
cut you from neck to tail."

No, no, no.

That's not how the story
goes. Alright, it's pretty,

It's pretty late, so... Iris.

Iris, sweetie,

no-one knows how the story ends.

That's, uh... That's
the rule of the table.

Jackie.

They flew for so long

that when the unicorn
brought the girl back

she actually wasn't a
little girl anymore.

And when she realised
how old she was,

she hit the unicorn...

..and set it on fire. Mummy.

Yum, yum,
yummy, roasted unicorn!

And the fire spread,

and the girl, who
was now a woman,

was trapped.

She'd forgotten that the unicorn
could fly and save itself.

Ah!

And it said to her...

.."I can save you too

"if you tell me one true thing."

Mm?

But the girl, who
was now a woman,

couldn't think of a
single true thing to say.

So, she said,

"I come from...

"Dover Heights."

Let's go, kids.

I don't like that lady.

I don't like her either.

She can't be in the family tree.

Definitely not.

Quick, kids, hop in.

You... You don't recognise
any of these names,

and what would have been
hundreds of money transfers?

Yeah. Memory's not
my strong point.

Charlie would know. He
works here full-time.

Charlie?

Brian, when's
Charlie coming back?

Oh, he's in week two
of his long service,

so, I'd probably try
again in 26 weeks.

Yeah. 26 weeks.

Cool. See you then.

Uh... I need a
priority envelope.

What size? Where's it going?

Uh... Express. Small. Does
it matter where it's going?

Only if you want
it to get there.

Oh, right. Yeah.
I need an address.

Oh, right, of course. Um...

It's, uh... It's going to a...

..PO box in Canberra.

I think a parcel
arrived for you today.

Charlie? Oh, yes, it did.

For me? Here?

They used an address.

Yeah, it's from your aunty.

Oh!

Right, this must be the
photos from her son's wedding.

Travis. He was getting married.

Um... Thanks. Thanks, Charlie.

You gonna buy that?

No.

Calling Lioness.
Calling Lioness. Over.

How about knocking and
asking me first, Bong Cha?

Why?

Government woman
spotted at post office. Over.

I suppose you don't
know a Benjamin Rooney?

Dead.

Course he is.

Oh.

Just the porpoise then?

Oh, it's a dolphin.

You can tell because it
has an elongated beak.

I collect them.

How much for this one?

$25.

$25?

Oh...

Oh, Lord, there's a
piece of its fin missing.

Is there?

She's heading west.

No!

No, no, no, no. No! hey!

Get off me! Get
your hands off me!

Help me!

Did you... Did you see that?!

That woman was just
abducted in the street!

What woman?

Wha...

Can you please call the police?!

Can...

Hey!

You gotta pay for that!

People get abducted by aliens
every year and no-one believes it.

Ironic, isn't it?

I haven't done anything wrong.
Please, please, let me go.

That hurts my arm! Please!

Why are you doing this?

Who are you people?

She's got over half the names.

I am here with the government.

This is a terrible idea!

Government people
are going to miss me.

Government people will find me!

No-one's going to find you.

You're all alone here.

It's entirely up to you

how hurt you get.

Tell me about Stella Heikkinen.

Who is she really?

Who?

Stella.

No... From Dover Heights.

What? You know her.

No.

No, I don't. I promise you.

I do not know who Stella is.

Please, please, don't hurt me.

Please, just let me go.

Who...
is... Stella?

I don't know!

How about I check in
on you in the morning?

No.

And see what you can remember

about how you know Stella.

Your porpoise is mine now.

It's a dolphin!

No!

Love? I'd watch your
hands outside the cage.

The dogs get mighty hungry.

I don't know why they
always put me out here on lookout.

There's nothing here. They
always put me out here.

What the f*ck?

No, please, please, please,
please, don't hurt me.

Shut up.
Shut up. Shut up.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

Oh, my God. What the f*ck?

Who are you?

Stella.

From Dover Heights. What?

No! No! Stay back!

Come on. Quick.

Stay in there.

Wait!

Get her out of here
before she sees you!

Bruno. Come here, boy. Dinner!

Here, boy!

Shh! Shh!

No. Not that way.

My car is this way.

I can't go with YOU.

You're the one they want!

What?

What do... What do you mean?!

f*ck.

Oh, thank God.

Otis! Get away from there!

What's that in the
back? It's roadkill.

Let's check on our guest.

Someone let that woman escape.

Just wondering if
you've heard from Robin?

No, I haven't heard.
Should I have?

Hide. Now.

Until recently
I hadn't heard a squeak.

I thought the place was safe.