Continued from previous day
INT. LIVING ROOM
(still reading letter)
Now I find out I was just a front
so that you could cornhole
squirrels without being suspected.
Well this isn't the life I dreamed
of when I was a little girl. So
it's over. Goodbye.
Jeb crumples up the letter and throws it down. The door
outside creaks open. K-Bork walks in.
Is she with you?
Nope. It's all clear. Thanks for
not ratting me out.
Shit. You're my brother in-law.
Were my brother in-law. You want
your suit back?
Look Jeb. We're gonna get you out
Not this time. I'm going down.
I got one more trick under my
What shit are you trying to pull.
What. You gonna hamstring him?
Blow his car up?
Nope. Chicken fukin'. I got a
picture of him waist-deep into an
Are you fukin with me?
Nope. Tonight I release it to the
news. You'll be walking by
Well shit. I'm getting hungry.
What's on the menu at Betsy's?
Hell, half this town lost their
virginity at Milt's farm.
I know. Sheriff Wattle's gettin
state money to crack down. Speaking
of crack. What's on the menu at
Old Zexxler should be on that
stand, not you. All them squirrels
runnin everywhere. That's
K-Bork. What's on the menu at
Aw fuk. Jeb. Betsy said you ain't
allowed near her place no more.
People won't eat the squirrel stew
if you're around. We could hit
Zexxler's for one last blast.