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All right, everybody!
Who's ready for "Billy & 2 Scoops?"
Stand by for first team.
I don't get it.
The show has always been called "2 Scoops."
They can't just add Billy to the title for no reason.
Marcus, honey, they have a great reason.
Everyone loves Billy! - I know I do.
But I'm the lead. So what?
Billy gets a few laughs. Now, he's the next Urkel?
I mean, even Billy's fanclub is twice the size of mine.
Well, he's twice as funny.
Stop it. Your dad is so bad.
Well, at least he's not my real dad.
You know, you should thank your lucky stars for that.
Hmm?
You'd still be living in a taxi cab
if your unhinged father didn't go to jail.
Go, take your mark.
All right.
We're gettin' ready to go.
All right, gang,
we've got a great show for you today.
We hope you all...
Okay, here we go. Ready, three, two, one.
- Mmm. - Lenny Scoops, you slow down!
You'll hurt your tummy.
Oh, yeah?
Tell that to my sweet tooth!
We have to open the ice cream store.
I wonder what's taking Billy so long?
He's so cute!
Marcus!
Marcus, it's your line.
Oh!
Oh, my fucking God! Holy shit!
Who's a good boy now, Billy?
God! Oh, shit!
Line?
Hello?
Anybody in there?
How the hell am I supposed to pick up this package?
Cross the moat.
Hell no! You go.
Uh, that water is gross as fuck.
I'm not swimming in that toilet river.
This doesn't make any sense.
I'm gonna throw a rock at it.
Oh, great idea, genius.
Don't you say it.
Um... - Oh!
- Right here. - I-- I told you so.
This way.
The fuck? Where are you goin'?
You heard the creepy disembodied voice.
"This way." Come on, coward.
Getting warmer.
Now he's giggling.
I can't believe you're enjoying this.
Oh, come on. It's like a haunted house.
The smoke, the creepy lighting. I'm half expecting
a vampire to just pop out of the smoke and say--
Hello.
God-- Oh, my God.
You got me, man.
Oh, please tell me you live down here.
Oh, no. I don't live down here.
Twist!
I don't have time for this tomfoolery.
Show yourself.
Why would I reveal my face?
You see, there's power in anonymity.
Wait a minute.
Are you Calypso?
What?
I read that name everywhere. "Believe in Calypso."
"Calypso is real." - Yeah! Are you him?
- I guess that means yes. - Huh.
Secret compartment. Choice.
Hey, Calypso, I usually get a supply bump
when picking up deliveries. We need gas, man.
The package is what you've earned.
No more, no less, no free handouts.
Well, can we at least get a peek inside?
Or a deep dish for the road?
What are you gonna do with a dish?
It's not a dish, dummy. It's a pizza.
Oh, my God. Have you never had pizza?
Oh, we have to try it. It's like, uh--
imagine a wheel made of bread and cheese.
- Oh, fuck. I want that. - Yeah, we want that.
You have what you need. Now, get.
Take it back to Raven like a good milkman.
Your San Francisco treat awaits. Ding ding.
This is really well done.
Thank you.
Oh, and John, may all your wishes come true.
I mean, I gotta hand it to that Calypso guy.
What a showman. Do you think that steam
was actually coming from the pipes,
or do you think it was dry ice
that he filtered in for ambiance.
I'm more concerned with making it
to New San Francisco in one piece.
Just let me take the wheel.
I got it. See?
We can't go back the way we came after Topeka,
so now we're gonna have to go north and hook back around.
There's a Pits.
Cool. That sounds awesome.
Should we stop at the Taints after?
Funny.
It's an old milkman pitstop.
You stop off, share intel on delivery routes,
gas up, maybe get some chow. Shit, maybe even a shower.
Uh, why the fuck didn't we stop by one sooner?
Well, 'cause there are only two of them left.
They have very strict ground rules.
Rule one-- don't talk about your job.
No one cares what you're moving,
but what you're getting paid-- that's a different story,
so we leave it at the door. - Mmm-hmm.
Rule two-- no weapons allowed.
Anything can be a weapon. I stabbed you with a pen.
What about your hands? You can strangle, pummel.
You can thumb-fuck the eyes. - Your hands aren't that strong.
- They seem pretty strong to me. - I'll pull over.
Why would you do that? We're on a schedule.
Woah! Oh, got it. Oh--
Roberts for Agent Stone.
Come in Agent Stone.
Go for Stone.
Agent Stone, sir, it's--
Look, this better be about the mute and the milkman.
Sir, it's the clown.
Sweet Tooth hit our Colorado outpost,
just like Utah and the dam.
He killed everyone and took the prisoners with him.
Fuck! Ah! Ugh!
No. Oh, no.
Also, not urgent,
but there was a small snafu at the motor pool.
Minor collision, Jamie and I are fine but--
Shut up, he doesn't want to hear it.
You don't know that.
Uh, sir, everything's fine.
Listen.
Nevada, Utah, Colorado.
These are not just random attacks.
That smiley faced son of a bitch is going somewhere.
Now, don't go asking for different drink flavors.
You get what you get, and you don't get upset.
So, eat up and take your shits.
Maybe play some pick-up basketball.
No snack for you. You're with me.
Come on. - Sure.
Harold! You're in charge.
- Uh, everything okay? - Ah, sweet of you to ask.
Look at my fan club. Growing every day.
But not everybody believed in me.
We didn't just stop here for poops and hoops.
We're here for something important.
What?
Closure.
Ow! Steering wheel. Ugh.
Evelyn leave a love mark? She likes to play rough.
- She's not a real girl, John. - I know.
So, this is where the milkmen hang out.
Wow, it really is the pits.
All right, let's divide and conquer.
My thoughts exactly.
I bless you an honorary milkman.
You gas up, I supply up.
Hey.
Hey piss flaps, I was next.
At least get a girl off before treating her like shit.
I outta choke you.
Ooh, promise?
Bye, Grady.
He's got nothing.
Tiny little penis.
You're up.
Thanks.
I thought, uh, weapons weren't allowed.
Oops!
I haven't seen you around here.
Are you taking over a territory?
Oh, no. I'm here with--
Johnny?
Mary?
Oh, my God.
Hmm.
Hi.
You left me for dead, asshole!
I thought you were dead, asshole!
I guess you two know each other?
What-- wait-wait-wait-wait.
You're with this son of a bitch?
How clenched do you think his butthole is right now?
Oh, I'm gonna guess it's pretty tight.
Mm-hm, like a teeny tiny starfish.
Did you miss me?
So seven shots in,
Johnny bets me he can surf his car.
We go out in the parking lot. He gets Evelyn to 60.
And as he climbs through the window, bam!
His ass ragdolls on the concrete.
Just blood pouring out of his head.
It's so funny,
because he told me that he got that scar
from a seven-on-one vulture car chase.
That's how I got the other scar.
- Mm-hm. - Uh-huh.
So, how did you two meet?
My mother, may she rest in peace,
ran one of the first pits in sunny San Juan Capistrano.
When she croaked, I took over
and Johnny would pass through to, um--
what'cha call it?
Drain your tank?
Fill her up.
Nuzzle the guzzle.
C'mon, man.
Then a gang of burnouts torched the place.
A blessing in disguise, honestly.
I would've done anything to get the hell out of there.
Johnny knows.
I heard about the fire.
And you didn't come back for me?
- They said nobody survived. - Well this bitch did.
Luckily, I knew a place in a church
where no one could find me.
The bell tower? Oh, my God.
I haven't thought about that place in ages.
All the bird shit! - The bird shit!
Of course that's what you remember.
We made love there. - So now you're a milkman.
Mm-hm. No thanks to you.
I always wanted to be a milkman,
but no one took me seriously.
Ain't that right, Johnny?
So what's your story, hm?
No way you're driving cars.
I mean, that ass is way too perky.
I'm from the OC where they cut off body parts
and wear them like jewelry.
Sounds fun.
Never leave a woman's glass empty.
Shots on Johnny!
Yeah, lucky me.
Okay, Quiet. Look, about Mary...
Oh my gosh, you weren't a virgin when I met you?
I could give two soggy dumps about your ex.
You're dicking around. We're on a schedule.
Dicking around?
Before you came up, I found out
there was a vultures nest a few clicks from here
that we definitely would have driven into.
I say we butter up these milkmen
with a few buttery nips.
Get what intel we can and get the hell out of here.
Okay fine. One more drink.
Yeah.
Hey, hey, hey!
All right!
Whoa!
Bloody Mary's a character, isn't she?
Bloody Mary, really?
Hey, you're laughing,
but she's made more runs than anyone.
She'll wipe out a whole vultures nest
just for craps and cackles.
Nicknames mean a lot out here.
We all got one.
Pizza Boy,
Petunia,
Pit Viper.
Well, I can't wait to hear yours.
They call me Mr. Slam.
Why?
'Cause I can crush anything with my massive penis.
Sorry.
You have a shower here?
Out back.
We got everything to take the road ass
right off of you.
Here.
For your nooks and crannies.
Mr. Slam, don't you worry about my crannies.
- Pizza, baby! - Pizza, baby.
- Pizza. - I'm Pizza guy.
Yeah. People love pizza. You never lose.
You never trust a guy that wears a jacket inside.
Yeah, you fuckin' hang up on him.
You know, my parents sent me here
because I got in a disagreement with my co-star.
Well, actually, they sent me to the kiddy ward.
And then I moved to the juvie wellness center.
Oh, and then finally got bumped up to Blackfield
after I murdered my roommate.
Trust me, that guy was a psychopath.
What did he do?
He thought Chris Kirkpatrick was the best member of NSYNC.
Are you nuts?
But this-- this is where I grew up.
It was hard at first.
Nobody came to see me.
Not even my parents.
They said they would, but they lied!
You felt alone. I get it.
Don't make this about you, Stuart.
It's unbecoming. - Sorry.
Then I got to know the guys in here.
And guess what?
They were just like me.
Yeah.
Blackfield was the best ten years
of my 25-to-life.
Hold onto your butt crack.
We're going in.
Home, sweet home.
Huh, still smells the same.
Your co-star was a dog?
Fuck Billy, that son of a bitch!
Uh, sorry, Mommy. I-I didn't mean to swear.
Stu, meet my mommy.
Mommy, meet my Stu.
Hi, Wesley. That's right.
I still won't call you dad.
You-you locked your parents in here.
I wrote. I tried calling.
They ignored me.
They always ignored me.
So when the world ended and the cell block opened up,
I tracked them down
and I left them in here to rot,
just like they left me!
You, uh, you got their attention now.
Yeah, I do.
Mommy, Wesley,
I never wanted to try out for that sitcom.
I was perfectly happy
doing summer stock in the Berkshires.
But you needed a Lexus!
You were my parents.
You were supposed to be my biggest fans!
And you know what?
I don't need you assholes,
because I have found my people.
And those guys out there?
They love me for me!
It's okay.
I don't need you!
And that concludes our tour!
Ooh, I'd kill for those areolas.
Bump?
Uh, nah.
All right.
Ah.
I know that brand.
You lost a finger and you got the law on your ass?
Are you crazy or just unlucky?
Bit of both, I guess.
Me too.
Check it.
- You got those from law? - A few of them.
Mostly from being a pedestrian.
After the fire, I had to start fresh.
I got this one from playing possum with some butchers.
Between you and me,
grilled dude tastes not that bad.
Hey, you're on my shit.
Oops.
So what's it like driving with Johnny?
Is it as wet and wild
as he always said it would be?
He would say wet and wild.
Riding with John is mostly irritating.
I'm sure I'll get used to it.
It's only been a couple days.
You just met and you're already goin' on rides?
I mean, just this one job.
Well, must be nice.
Johnny always said it would be too dangerous
for me to ride with him.
Milkman have an expiration date,
blah, blah, blah.
Guess I had to figure it out for myself.
Listen, I wouldn't read too much into it.
It's not like he lets me drive his car.
Of course not.
But I see the way he looks at you.
He likes you.
Like, like likes you.
But he will never pick you over that car.
Evelyn is his ride or die.
Till death do they part.
But what do I know?
Maybe he likes you behind the wheel.
Or the wheel behind you.
Naptime's over, fuck-os!
Time to go--
No! Harold, why did you kill everybody?
Oh, shit. Get down!
{Carl] It's gonna be maggot Thanksgiving down there.
That's a good one, Carl.
Jamie, you and your brother, back with me to base.
Mike, get another guy.
Double taps on everybody, collect their weapons.
Uh-huh.
And grab the clown's mask.
I want it for my wall.
Let's go.
Come on, Ev, drink up.
Damn, running water always makes me have to go.
Oh fuck, Mare!
Do you mind?
No.
So Johnny, what brings you out east?
- Pfft! Are you serious? - Yeah.
I mean, come on! My job!
You know I can't give you the deets.
Your job.
John Doe would never leave California.
It gets too cold,
and he doesn't like goosepimples.
Maybe it's a really good job.
- Oh! - Ooohh!
Maybe that's why you need a partner.
No, okay, it's not like I recruited her.
She kinda just fell in my lap.
- Mmm. - I didn't mean like that.
Look, Quiet saved my ass.
If it wasn't for her, I'd be road sauce right now.
Oh, I mean, I've been doin' it alone for a while.
I seem to be doin' fine.
Oh.
Unless you're gettin' soft. - Soft--
Oh, okay. - Yeah, gettin' soft.
Well, good thing it's my last run.
It's gettin' cold out here. I'm gonna head in.
- Your last run? - Huh?
Come on, you can tell me.
You used to tell me all kinds of crazy shit.
- Yeah, yeah. - Okay?
And I told you shit, too.
Well, let's just say
I'm gonna get what I always wanted.
No.
Inside? - Mmm, oh!
- Hey John! - Yo!
Thought you'd wanna know,
Mistress Lane's about to perform.
I do not wanna miss that!
After the show, I gotta get back on the road.
Uh-huh.
Because New San Francisco awaits.
John-- John!
Are you serious?
Jello, Mare!
Oh, shit! Oh, I'm good!
Y'all in the front row,
you're gonna get wet!
So, how's the car?
She's good, gassed up, and ready to go.
You smell like fresh forest, like camping.
Oh! You're drunk.
You're drunk!! And also...
I'm drunk.
Slam! Slam! Slam!
- Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam! - Slam? Slam?
Y'all ready to see this watermelon explode?
Hell yeah!
- Slam! - Slam!
Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam!
Shh! Shut the fuck up!
Oh.
Gee, Johnny,
looks like word got out about your package.
Guess you're not the only one
trying to get inside New San Francisco, huh?
You couldn't have waited one minute?!
You told them about New San Francisco?
What the hell happened to rule number one?
This is why we have rule number two!
I told you that was a fuckin' stupid-ass rule!
All right, fine!
Okay, there's no need for violence.
I'll give you the package.
But who do I give it to, huh?
Give it to you?
How about you?
Don't tell me you haven't discussed amongst yourselves
who's gonna get it.
Getting in is a pretty big prize.
Slam!
Quiet!
John!
Careful, you might nick yourself.
Not fuckin' likely.
What the hell is this jacket made of?
Is this just me,
or is this kinda hot?
It's kinda hot.
Yeah. Do it.
Fuckin' do it. Gimme another scar.
Add it to the fucking pile!
I would have followed that milkman anywhere.
All he had to do was say "Come with me," but he didn't!
Okay, I suffered because of him.
So fuck him if he thinks he can waltz into a better life!
Here's a little free advice.
Don't let revenge ruin a second chance.
Behind you!
Goddamn, Mary.
Hey, Slam!
Nice dong moves.
Stu! Stu!
I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean to, man.
Holy shit! Shit!
I thought I killed you, man.
You tried to kill me?!
Uh, no?
- No! No, no, no! - Who did this?!
Answer me!
Those were my people!
My fans!
Oops.
Fuck-Fuckin' Stone! It was Stone!
Stone did this, man!
Please! Please! Please!
I can help! I can help!
I know where Stone is!
Wait! Stone hurt you.
He can help hurt him back.
You want a pet? Fine.
But you clean up after him.
'Cause we all know what I do...
to naughty dogs.
Here... You drive.
At least till I sober up.
They're going to New San Francisco.
Huh, interesting.
You guys ever shoot trout in a barrel?
The fun part isn't actually shooting them.
It's trapping them in the barrel.
Boy howdy...
do I love a good trap.
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