Starla, you in there?
(GASPING)
Starla, you all right?
(BILL SHOUTING)
Stop!
(GROWLING)
What the fuck was that?
Whole damn Council's
a bunch of fucking morons.
I don't know how any of them got elected.
They blame me for it, like it's...
Bill. Bill, we need to talk.
Shit. Morning, Jack.
We need to find this Grant,
I mean yesterday.
Town Council lit a Roman candle,
stuck it up my ass.
Jack,
your leisure activities ain't my business.
Hey, don't you fuck with me, Bill.
Your post here as Chief is in dire straits.
Nobody wants to go hunting in a town
with a pet-murdering kidnapper in it.
We'll find him, Jack.
Ain't many places he can hide.
Looks like a damn squid.
- Sea World, maybe.
- See? She heard you say squid.
She's going to go out
and create a goddamn hysteria.
Shelby, you gonna create a hysteria?
- Not today, Bill.
- What's this?
I thought we could use that
like a police sketch, Chief.
You know, take it door to door,
see if anybody recognizes him.
(PEOPLE LAUGHING)
Y'all show some respect right now!
And you! You don't know what was in there.
You said it was dark!
- You don't know what the hell you saw.
- His arm was all bendy, Mayor.
Well, it's obvious
the bastard's got Lyme disease.
- What?
- Lyme disease.
You touch some deer feces
and then you eat a sandwich
without washing your hands,
you got your Lyme disease.
And that makes you look like a squid?
(ALL LAUGHING)
Well, fuck you all for laughing.
Chief, another attack.
- Over at the Castavets'.
- What?
Grant's been stealing animals off farms,
edge of town.
- Oh, Jesus Christ.
- All right, folks, let's go.
Don't forget your guns. We don't want
any Lyme disease popping out at us.
Oh, ho, ho, ho. Ha, ha, fucking ha.
BILL: I reckon Grant ain't got one of them
puppy calendars on his desk.
He just don't strike me
as a real dog lover, is all.
Hey, look!
Knocked this one's head clear on over here.
Put that down, numb nuts.
He drug the cow through here.
How can one man do that?
Slay all them dogs by hisself?
Well, he's gotta be in the forest.
All three ranches run alongside it.
You think we should get up a posse?
Head in there?
It's 100,000 acres.
Be finding a needle in a fuckstack.
Gather some folks together. I think I know
where Dr. Dolittle's gonna strike next.
BILL: Right after Grant ran off,
a calf went missing from here,
Raglan's ranch.
Two nights ago, a mare was stolen
from this property owned by Fitzgibbon.
That rancher with the cleft palate?
Yeah. I know that guy.
He looks like a chipmunk.
Your mama weren't too proud
when you came out neither, Wally.
And then we got the Castavets right here.
That's where
last night's shit storm took place.
And if he keeps to that pattern,
next he's gonna end up here,
owned by a family called the Strutemyers.
I know you're all tired.
You've barely seen your families.
But we're gonna have to go there tonight,
lie low and wait.
Well, let's go and get
that son of a bitch, Chief!
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
WALLY: All right, boys.
Where's my little darling? There she is.
(WHOOPING)
Hey, Bill, we got this grenade
we confiscated from them jokers
who wanted to use it to fish for trout.
No. We should be all right with what we got.
All right.
(GUN COCKING)
I didn't know the Russkis were invading.
You seen this guy,
you'd have wished they was.
Give me... Just give me one second.
Bill, I heard you're going to get Grant.
- Yeah. We...
- I think I should go with you.
What? Go... Honey, no. No.
Bill, you need to let me help.
Look, I ain't well-read on police procedure,
but I'm sure there's a heap of regulations...
- No, this is my fault.
...against taking a civilian on a stakeout.
- I should've seen it coming. This is my fault.
- It ain't your fault!
- He tried to kill you.
- He had all those physical symptoms.
- He was acting peculiar...
- Starla. Thank you.
I was just trying to pretend
that it wasn't happening, Bill.
Thank you,