Extraterrestrial Page #2

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- before it gets dark out.

- Do you need any help?

- No, it's ok baby, I got it.

- Alright.

Hey, think fast, fuckhead!

Bottoms up, motherfuckers!

I figured it was coyotes,

so I replaced the whole damn fence.

Now I don't know what to think.

Well...

it doesn't look like coyotes, Rick.

It's too perfect, too clean.

If this keeps up,

I'm not gonna survive the season.

I'm gonna get animal control down here,

get things cleared up, ok? You take care.

I'm over here at the Riseman farm,

got another animal mutilation

- same as the others.

- Copy that, sheriff.

What the hell is going on in this town?

- No.

- Yeah.

Oh, my God, I can't believe

you slept with that guy.

- Yeah.

- No!

- Yeah!

- He was, like, forty and so guido!

Oh, whatever. He was hot.

So...

NYU probably has a pretty

good writing program.

You know, it would probably

be easy to transfer there.

- What?

- For Kyle.

If he wanted to go with you.

Melanie, I put a lot of thought into this, ok?

I just don't see it happening.

I don't know, it's just that there are

a lot of douchebag guys out there,

and Kyle isn't one of them.

- You guys are great together.

- I know we are, I just...

I don't want to be one of those girls

that marries her high school sweetheart

and then pops out three kids

and wonders what could have been.

Look, all I'm saying is that, you know,

maybe you should just think

about it a little bit more.

What? What is it? What the f***?

What the f***'s your problem?

Rusty, stop being so aggro.

F***ing... Rusty, come back here!

- Rusty!

- F***ing dumb dog.

Rusty!

F***. I think he's back there.

Rusty!

Rusty!

Really, Mel?

Don't be a square. Come on.

Wow. What a shithole.

F***, I think he's back there.

Holy sh*t, Melanie, look.

Oh, my God.

Score!

Thank you, God, thank you, God.

Ok, remember,

we're here to find the dog.

What dog?

Oh.

Sweet Jesus, it's a miracle!

Melanie, put it down.

Come on. This is sketch.

It's probably some drug dealer's stash.

- Can I just take one bag?

- No! I don't wanna get killed!

Ok, fine. Fine.

There you are! Don't do that again.

Come on, let's go ok? Oh, my God!

What are you doing on my property?

We weren't trying

to steal anything, I promise!

You're trespassing!

No, no, no, my dog just ran back here

and we came back to get him!

Who sent you? Who sent you?

My parents own a cabin

right down the road!

April?

I know you?

Hell, I haven't seen you since you

were knee high to a bait pail.

Remember? Your dad and I

used to take you fishing out on the lake!

- Travis?

- Yeah!

Sorry for spookin' you guys back there,

I don't get many visitors.

I see somebody on my property,

they're usually here lookin' for trouble.

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