Tragically, however, live ammunition somehow found its way into these war games... ...and tonight, one ex-prison inmate lies slain while prominent construction mogul... ...Michael Wolfmann has vanished. [PHONE RINGS] - Hello? - Hey, it's me. DOC: Hey. Listen, we, uh...
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BIGFOOT [ON TV]: Apparently, a party of civilians on some training exercise... ...in anti-guerrilla warfare. They assumed that this construction site... ...not yet open for occupancy... ...was deserted enough to provide a realistic setting... ...for what we must assume was only a harmless patriotic scenario.
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Uh-huh. And, um, your name is...? HOPE: Hope Harlingen. - Mm-hm. And your husband is...? HOPE: Dead.
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Phew. You know, she's gone.
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BIGFOOT: They tried to open the door, and she's just, uh...
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- They looked in the window and... - What? What?
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We sent a police academy hotshot over to the last known address... ...of Shasta Fay Hepworth. Oh, fuck. No, not this. BIGFOOT: Yeah, they got there, and it was, uh...
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SORTILÈGE: Doc could never figure out what Shasta might've seen in him... ...besides being just about the only doper she knew who didn't use heroin... ...freeing up a lot of time for both of them. And it wasn't any clearer about what had driven them apart either. They each gradually located a different karmic thermal... ...watching the other glide away into different fates.
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Whoever it was that called... ...just said that one of his band members did that. What do you mean "whoever called"? The police? I mean, it's, uh, supposed to be next of kin.
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[SCREAMS] Mm-hm. ...but who could afford formula, you know?
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Does it ever end? [PHONE RINGING] Of course it does. It did.
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So listen, this thing that happened to your husband, how can I help you?
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- What do you think of my chompers? - Hmm. You like them?
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And then this deposit shows up. Close to his disappearance.
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Well, did you ID his body? No.
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And we both let go at the same time... ...and there's just vomit and shit all over the place... ...and with my head in his lap.
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...and there Coy sat, gringo digestion, about to take this giant shit.
