Wicked Blood

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The queen is quaint,

and quick conceit

which makes her

walk, which way she list,

and roots them up

that lie in wait

to work her

treason, 'ere she wist.

Her force is such

against her foes,

that whom she meets...

she overthrows.

What ya doing, Hannah?

Playing chess.

Who's winning?

White.

How can you tell?

Because when I move

White Queen here,

Black Queen has to move

here to protect her King.

Then, White Queen

takes Black Queen.

Then Black Pawn takes her,

promotes to Queen,

and that's checkmate.

Playing that stupid game again?

It's not stupid.

See, that's your problem.

You need to be out

looking for a boyfriend

instead of playing

dumb games all day.

It's not dumb!

Stupid little girl playing

your stupid little games.

Hey!

Clean up the house, it's a mess.

You are not the boss of me.

I'm older than you.

- So what?

- So that means

you have to do what I

say, you little brat.

You sure you want to do that?

Why not?

You're gonna leave yourself

with a weak defense.

You know better than that.

What's the difference?

I'm gonna beat you anyway.

That's like bringing

a crab to a crawfish boil.

That don't mean nothing.

You gotta be able to wrassle

with a grand master.

I thought you were

the state champion once.

Yeah, well, once was

a long time ago.

Oh, really, what happened?

You know what happened.

Don't get smart

with me, little girl.

I just want to hear you say it.

Goddamn hillbilly crack,

that's what.

You best take my advice,

if I ever see you around

that shit... pardon my French...

I'll whip your butt good...

You understand?

You couldn't catch me.

Don't test me.

Your Uncle Donny,

he may look slow,

but I can still run down a kid.

Especially with

chicken legs like yours.

I don't have chicken legs.

All right, how about

moving a piece?

How come you don't ever

talk about daddy anymore?

Hurts to talk.

How do you forget?

I told you, hillbilly crack.

Point is, you don't forget,

you just... move on.

I don't want to move on.

Hey.

Oh, hey.

What's up?

- Nothing.

- Do I know you?

I don't think so, no.

You sure...

I've seen you around.

I doubt it.

You're in the Chess Club, right?

Yeah.

Funny.

What?

You don't look

like a chess geek.

And what do they look like?

I don't know.

You don't know much, do you?

Be-yotch.

You're still high.

No, I ain't.

You haven't slept in two days.

Okay, leave him alone.

Take a shower,

you're disgusting.

Stop... you're

such a loser!

- God.

- No, he's not.

He's a fucking

drug addict, Hannah.

Okay, stop it, Amber.

Just leave him alone.

Really? Come on.

Hey! Amber!

Hello, Hannah.

I'm not supposed to

talk to strangers.

Oh, that's okay,

I'm a federal agent.

I'm not supposed to

talk to the law either.

Is your uncle here?

No.

Know where I can find him?

No tellin'.

I need to speak to him.

Why, is he in trouble?

Well, your uncle has

gotten mixed up

with some pretty bad people.

Why don't you tell

him to call me?

Why would I do that?

Well, if your uncle would be

willing to cooperate with us,

maybe we could work out

some sort of deal.

Let him off easy.

We don't much like the law.

That's too bad.

Can I tell you a secret?

Your uncle is gonna rot in

prison like the rest of them.

And you, without

a legal guardian,

well, they're gonna ship you off

to a foster home somewhere.

You tell him to call me,

before it's too late.

Hello?

They said they were

gonna ship us off.

Hannah, he's just

trying to scare you.

Maybe he's telling the truth.

What, a cop?

Maybe you should just call him.

If I so much as look at a cop,

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