The Domestics Page #2

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here's a sleepy little tune.

Denny Reed on the Trey label.

It's calledNo One Cares.

Where you headed?

You guys and your scary masks.

Argh!

No, stop. Please.

Stop! Stop! Stop, please!

Please don't do it.

My guys are tired. Angry.

They need

a little morale boost.

Understand?

Now if you happened to know

where we could find

a woman's touch...

-No.

-...we'd greatly appreciate it.

I wouldn't want these animals

to have to go to town

on your friend here.

Not their preference.

We're the same, you and I.

You do this for me,

I'd personally see to it

that you live.

Join the Nailers

and own the f***ing world.

I'm nothing like you.

F*** it! Come on.

Wait, please, please.

Listen, I saw someone.

A girl. A girl and a guy,

up Shadow Brook Road.

This house

had Christmas lights.

Did it have a manger?

You know, the baby Jesus thing?

Yeah, we hit that sh*t up

the other day.

No. No. This was last night.

You just let them go?

They seemed, uh...

They seemed nice.

What about this one?

F***!

F*** him.

I don't want to die here.

We're not.

We are not.

I want to go home.

Hey, we are, okay? We are.

I'm going to take

you home, okay?

It's going to be okay,

all right?

Look at me.

Hey, it's going to be fine.

Say it for me.

Come on, say it.

Be careful.

Miss Milwaukee,

this is Eagle. Over.

Miss Milwaukee,

this is Eagle. Over.

Mom?

Here's another safety update

for all you domestics

out there.

Word on the street is

there's a renegade Cherry

saving women and killing anyone in her way.

Look out, boys,

she's a f***ing psycho!

There's also a lone wolf

roaming the countryside,

who likes to get kinky

with a straight razor.

I mean, come on!

Who comes up with this sh*t?

Is the world really this crazy? Of course it is,

or my name isn't Crazy Al!

Hold it.

Drop the basket

and put the gun

on the ground. Slow.

Don't try anything.

I'm not alone.

F***.

Just take whatever

you want, okay?

Just let us go.

All I'm looking for...

Is a handshake, friend.

Here.

Take it.

Nathan Wood.

Mark West.

Pleasure to finally meet you.

And, uh...

Nina Monroe.

Sorry for the theatrics,

but you know how it is.

Been a while since

we've seen folks like you.

-We?

-I've been watching you.

Wait. Sorry.

That came out wrong. Listen.

We are the same.

We want the same things.

As a matter of fact, uh...

Well, I know this sounds crazy,

but I was wondering...

Sh*t. Go.

If you find the blond,

don't mess up her face.

Listen up.

My wife and I would like

to invite you both

over for dinner.

-What?

-Uh, sorry, late lunch.

That's Theresa.

You don't have to dress up

or anything.

The girls can open

a bottle of wine,

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