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doctor was talking

to the bounty hunter,

and he said the same night

this guy shot a werewolf,

a young girl by the name

of Emily Burt came in

to be treated for

a missing hand.

The family denied anything

ever happened to Emily.

- So what happened to the girl?

- Well, she was never

seen in town again.

Years later after she died,

she was buried on land that

the Burts still own today.

I mean, they won't let

anyone near the grave.

- If we can't get in,

how are we supposed to

write a 20 page paper

about if it's real or not?

- That's an excellent

question, Irving.

I'm really glad you asked that

because this is where we

got a little bit lucky.

That crazy b*tch

that she works for,

her farm borders on

the Burt's property.

- Don't call her that.

She's got a name.

- He's right.

It does.

- Look, I say we

rent some horses

and get to the Burt's

property that way.

That's just my idea.

- Let's vote on it.

Raise your hand if you think

that our paper should be

about freeing an innocent man

from death row,

or finding out if teen

wolf is real or not.

- Love the system, but

we got even number here.

There's six of us.

What if there's a tie?

- Then we throw out both ideas

and find something else.

- Alright, raise your

hand for innocent man.

- Chrissy.

- I don't wanna go

into the woods, Blair.

- Let's find Emily Burt.

- I'll go into the

woods with you, Blake.

- Day one, and sh*t

is getting real.

It's hot as balls out,

and we're officially

in werewolf country.

Chrissy is looking very sexy

in a sweaty kind of way.

- Nice, Kenny, will

you stop shooting me?

- It's very

tasteful, Chrissy.

I promise.

Isabelle is looking very sexy

in a very free kind

of way.

If only these woods could talk.

- Kenny, can you put out

that f***ing joint, man?

- No.

- Alright, Kenny, which way?

- Uh, hold on.

- Great, now we're

taking directions

from Cheech Spielberg.

Kenny, give me the f***ing

teen wolf map, man.

You finish smoking your dope.

- You're gonna get us

arrested with that sh*t.

- There's no cops in

the woods, John Wayne.

You can chill out.

- Why did you bring a gun?

We have food.

- Not safe to sleep in the

woods without protection.

I've been living out here

a lot longer than you have.

- I like it.

- Alright, we're

gonna take a right.

We're headed west.

- Alright.

Let's go.

- I brought a tent

big enough for two.

- Oh, thank God.

Looks like we don't have to

share a tent anymore, Kenny.

- All I'm saying

is there's way more

available sex in my tent.

That's it.

- Good Lord.

- I only got a sleeping bag.

- That's okay.

You can have my tent.

Kenny's got room for two.

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