Friend or foe? A reporter on the prowl. Trust frays to the breaking point.
The Farm is a mystery-thriller audio drama about family secrets, betrayal, and survival.
Credits
Story created by Melody Herr
Audioplay by Jekeva Phillips
Story Editor Melody Herr
Produced and Created by Melody Herr
Edited by Sebastian Jones
Sound Design by Enoch Quintanilla
Music by AviShai Dayanim & Ellysa Rose
Starring:
Ellysa Rose as Reilly Whitaker
With Special Guest Star:
Rushi Kota as SHERIFF ACHAK
And Co-Starring:
Brendan Bradley as CAM
Donte Paris as JOSH TILLERMAN
Jekeva Phillips as DIWA JAMES
Featuring:
Chelsea Spirito as MARTHA / RADIO REPORTER
James Moorer as DEPUTY / RADIO ANNOUNCER
Omari Williams as BRETT
Paul Hartel as FRANK TILLERMAN
Rhea Fluker as DOC MONA
Sufyan G Mahmud as KLINT KYLE
Veena Bidasha as BARTENDER
A Little Fish Entertainment and Hunnydew Studios production.
TRANSCRIPT:
Speaker A:
Move it.
Speaker B:
Wide load. Now let me channel four. Of all the glory. Clint.
Stay on my six. Excuse me.
Speaker C:
Pardon me. Make way, please.
Speaker B:
I said stay on my six, kid. Like a war zone, Diwa. Ha. Kid, I've seen one this. Hell.
This is what I call day night. Oh, hey, there's the cheat. Keep up, Clint. What? You're looking for employment tomorrow?
Get me.
Speaker C:
Got it.
Speaker B:
We'll be rolling of what?
Speaker C:
Oh, yeah. Go.
Speaker B:
This is D1 James with Channel 8 News. We're here on the scene as local Batavia police have just uncovered a ghastly murder. Sheriff Hotchuk. Sheriff Hotchuk.
Speaker D:
Oh, boy.
Speaker E:
No comment.
Speaker B:
What can you tell us about the investigation?
Speaker F:
No comment.
Speaker B:
According to census records, this house belonged to Gregory Whitman, 59.
Speaker F:
No comment.
Speaker B:
Can you confirm if the body was dead or.
Speaker F:
No comment.
Speaker C:
Damn it, diva.
Speaker F:
You always gotta be so dogged.
Speaker B:
First murderer in 15 years.
Didn't you expect me to bark my heels? Hell, this is the scoop of the decade.
Speaker F:
Yeah, don't I know it. The whole world's watching.
Speaker B:
Glad I wore my lime green pantsuit then.
Speaker A:
You're listening to the Farm A Little Fish Entertainment and Honeydew Studios Production. This is episode seven, Hooked.
Speaker B:
Damn sheriff's got us stuck behind the tape like the riff raff. Come on, kid, think. How are we gonna get in there? She's been talking to that girl for 20 minutes already.
Speaker C:
What if we steal a cops badge? Then we can just flash it in and in we go.
Speaker B:
Thank God you. Well, you're not ugly.
Speaker G:
I'll give you that.
Speaker B:
Besides, what police officers do you know that wear line green pants? Think.
Speaker E:
Good point.
Speaker B:
Doc Mona. They really called in the cavalry on this one.
Speaker C:
Who's Doc Mona?
Speaker B:
She's the EMEA over at Otsego County. Best medical examiner in the state.
She oversees three other counties, including this one.
Speaker C:
I thought they handled that stuff at the funeral home.
Speaker B:
Usually they do. Not much happens here. They call her in on the big stuff.
Like that pile up on the interstate last year. She's good. Damn good. We got history.
Speaker C:
Good history.
Speaker B:
Let's go find out.
Speaker E:
These bags get heavier than.
Speaker G:
Damn it.
Speaker E:
You.
Speaker G:
Not old Mona. Just overworked.
Speaker B:
Need any help?
Speaker G:
Yeah, you can get the knife out my back.
Speaker B:
Hmm. Guess it'll be a no in the good history, kid. Ah, come on, Mona. You still sore about that Dorning case? That was three years ago.
Speaker G:
You claimed my office was responsible for the mistrial. That I mishandled evidence.
Speaker B:
Someone in your office? Not you, necessarily. And look, you're here all alone now.
Tell me I'm Wrong.
Speaker G:
You just come here to kneedle me?
Speaker B:
No, I came here to call in a favor.
Speaker G:
In what universe do I owe you a favor, Lansing?
What do you want?
Speaker B:
Suppose you let me put on that extra pair of coveralls that I know you have in the back so I can work my magic incognito stuff.
Speaker G:
You think I'm gonna let Batavia's resident sensational reporter into a crime scene? Every hold back will be on the morning news. Pass five minutes, not five milliseconds. And you lost that. You're trying to call in the moment you print your slanderous article.
Enjoy life outside the yellow tape.
Speaker B:
Come on, kid. Hold my blazer while I get dressed.
Speaker C:
How did you.
Speaker B:
Her hands were full. She didn't have time to lock the door. Devil's in the details, Clint. That's the first rule of being a recorder.
Speaker C:
Ready when you are.
Speaker B:
Where I'm going, you can't follow. Don't worry, kid. I got my recorder right here. Keep your camera on scope.
This ain't. I'm gonna go see if I can talk to that redhead the sheriff is so keen on.
Speaker C:
You got.
Speaker F:
So your story, Mrs. Whitaker.
Speaker A:
It's Miss.
Speaker F:
Ms. Whitaker, is that Gregory Whitman goes on vacation and just left his door unlocked?
Speaker A:
No, that's what the neighbor told us. Obviously, the killer left the door unlocked when he left.
Speaker F:
But we haven't found any keys in Gregory's place, which would indicate that the killer took them when he left. Now, why would the killer take the keys and not lock the door?
Speaker A:
What does this have to do with.
Speaker F:
How did you get in the house, Ms. Whitaker?
Cat got your tongue? Or maybe your boyfriend will tell me.
Speaker A:
You don't really think I had anything to do with this. That man has been dead for years. Probably.
Speaker F:
Which brings me back to my original question. Why such an interest in a dead man?
Speaker A:
I didn't know he was dead before I got here.
Speaker B:
Right, right, right.
Speaker F:
And who is great Gregory to you?
Speaker B:
Got Whitaker and someone named Josh. Note to self. Check me by hotel so I can make sure. Oh.
Speaker A:
I was right. The knowing is worse. I was looking for the truth, and now I'll never get it. Just more questions. As if my life wasn't already enough of a mess, now I'm somehow tangled up in a murder investigation.
I. I wish I'd never asked Cam to open that stupid diary.
Speaker B:
Sheriff, thatcheck almost saw.
Speaker G:
This pattern. Most likely the murder weapon. You can see there's a stab wound just above the right pectoral, but the wound is curved, as if from a A blunt type blade or some other blade with a unique curve.
Speaker H:
Yeah, that's good to know, doc, but you know, this is kind of like above my pay grade, so can we wrap this up? Cause it's colder than a witch's titan here.
Speaker G:
That's the air conditioner. Not only is it a deterrent to the smell, it's also responsible for the desiccation of the flesh, which has done a beautiful job preserving this pattern here. You see it?
Speaker B:
Mm.
Speaker H:
How long you think he's been desiccated?
Speaker G:
Desiccated or deceased?
Speaker H:
Pick one.
Speaker B:
Yeesh.
Speaker H:
I mean, you see his eyes? They're white and they're white.
And they're still looking at me.
Speaker G:
Not an unusual phenomenon for the iris to cloud over after death. Judging by the level of decomp and the condition of the room, 12 to.
Speaker H:
16 weeks in three to four months. Got it.
You done?
Speaker B:
Almost.
Speaker G:
Put the coin next to the blood spatter for comparison.
Speaker H:
Shouldn't she be doing this?
Speaker B:
Huh?
Oh, damn.
Speaker H:
Your assistant, right? I mean. I mean, judge about you.
Speaker B:
No, just let me explain.
Hang on it.
Speaker G:
No need, Dewa. Deputy cut.
Speaker B:
I mean, is this really necessary? Oh, hey, watch it, buster.
Speaker G:
Gaga too. Sheriff.
This is lovely, even for you.
Speaker H:
D1.
Speaker G:
You know, one day you're gonna find yourself in real trouble, and you won't have a single friend to help you.
Speaker B:
Yeah, yeah. Story my life.
Are we done with this perp walk business or what? This isn't how I prefer to be handcuffed.
Speaker G:
Real trouble.
Speaker B:
Yeah, yeah.
Oh, gosh. Sorry.
Speaker E:
Sorry. The rain will wash the coffee stains from my pants.
Speaker B:
Long night, huh?
Speaker E:
No signs of stopping.
Speaker B:
Sheriff's really drilling into your girlfriend, Briley.
Speaker E:
She's not my girlfriend, Riley.
Speaker B:
But you guys slept together.
Speaker D:
You a detective reporter?
Speaker E:
Worse.
Speaker B:
Ouch. Come on.
Speaker E:
What makes you think we slept together?
Speaker B:
Chef asked her earlier. She abruptly changed the subjects. Kinda like you just did.
Speaker E:
I don't know what that has to do with an old tripod of body that's been dead for years.
Speaker B:
Months.
Speaker E:
Months. How many months?
Speaker B:
What did the sheriff ask you? He questioned you first.
Sit for Tad Handsome.
Speaker E:
He just wanted to know how I knew Gregory and what we were doing here.
Speaker B:
This is the part where you fill in that blank.
Speaker E:
Riley wanted to talk to him, that's all.
Speaker B:
Uh huh. You're holding back, but I'll let it slide for now.
Here's my car for me.
Speaker A:
It's late, I'm tired, it's raining, and you have nothing to hold me. You want to charge me, you know where to find me, Sheriff. Josh, we're leaving now.
Speaker E:
In a minute.
This is dealer.
Speaker A:
She is.
Speaker B:
No, she always is. Chairman.
Speaker A:
Listen, lady, after the night I've had, you do not want to get on my bad side here.
Speaker E:
I'll be over in a minute.
Speaker A:
Fine. One or I'm leaving without you.
Speaker B:
Nice meeting you.
Speaker E:
I know that look. She's serious. And what about the body?
Speaker B:
He's only been dead three or four months.
Something else too.
Speaker E:
What?
Speaker B:
Doc? Mona said the stab wound was Kurt.
Speaker E:
Kurt?
Speaker B:
Yeah.
Speaker E:
I'll call you if I hear anything.
Speaker B:
Even better. Walking away.
I was in bed with you. Handsome Shares that one. Climb out of it for no. Course.
Speaker C:
It'S coming down pretty hard. Maybe we should go home and get out of the rain.
Speaker B:
Home?
We're going to the office, kid.
Speaker E:
I took the lead. Weird being a passenger in my own car.
Hey.
Speaker A:
What?
Speaker E:
Relax your face because I swear to God you're gonna break your teeth clenching that hard.
Speaker A:
Sorry. Just that damn sheriff at shack. He was more concerned about you and me than anything else.
Speaker E:
Yeah, he called me your boyfriend.
But I'm sure he was just trying to get rise out of us.
It's unfortunate about Gregory.
Speaker A:
How convenient of him to be dead right when I need it. So, some answers. God forbid I get any answers on my mother's affair. Whether my father was actually murdered or what the hell happened to my brother. What?
Speaker E:
Breathe. Just calm down.
Speaker A:
Don't tell me to calm down, Riley.
Mommy, who is that man? I have to tell Harrison the truth.
Dad.
Sorry, Dad. I thought I had him.
Speaker B:
What?
Speaker A:
Oh, my God.
When I was little, dad would chase me nightmares away. Now I wake up and realize I'm stuck in it. One endless nightmare.
Speaker B:
Oh, my God.
Speaker A:
Cam. What the hell? Is. Is that one of the calves?
Yeah. What happened to her?
Speaker C:
Had to put the poor girl out of her misery. I found her near the hole in the fence where we're replacing the wood.
Speaker A:
Coyotes got to her?
Speaker C:
I don't think so.
Speaker E:
Look.
Speaker C:
You ever see a coyote do this?
Someone tried to split her stem to sternum with a knife.
Speaker E:
Oh.
Speaker A:
Oh, my God. Who would do something like that?
Speaker E:
I don't know.
Speaker A:
Get the fence fixed today. Barbed wire too. Cut the brush and make a full perimeter. I don't care the cost.
Speaker C:
That's a big job, Riley.
I need an extra hand for that.
Speaker A:
Do what you can. I'll help later.
Speaker C:
Well, the day's half gone already. Where are you going?
Speaker A:
I'm late for something.
Speaker G:
Late for what?
Speaker A:
Just get it done.
Bfc. Please hold. Bfc thank you for holding. Do you have an appointment? He's Currently not available.
One moment please. Can I help you? Good morning. I'm here for an appointment. Just put your name on the sign in sheet.
Hello, BFC. How may I.
Speaker E:
Just my luck.
Speaker A:
Yes, Mr. Smith is available at first. What's he doing here?
Speaker G:
Josh.
Speaker A:
What, the 16 club sandwiches?
Speaker E:
I thought I would leave you with that one anyhow. Long overdue meeting with you.
Speaker I:
Indeed.
I'm glad I was able to make the trek and discuss some much needed business.
Speaker A:
Business? What business?
Speaker E:
Riley?
Speaker A:
Riley, what business?
Josh. God damn it, I knew it. Cam tried to tell me about you.
Speaker E:
Wait, what did Cam say about me?
Speaker I:
Riley, please calm down.
Speaker A:
Is that you talking, Brett? Or is it Stella or Josh? Just tell me who's pulling the strings.
Speaker I:
This meeting is not about what you think.
Speaker A:
This is bullshit.
I'm up to my neck in lies and bullshit. Riley, you're the biggest bullshitter of them all. Sweet guy routine about your plan all along, Josh. Sleep with a girl, Steal her family's farm right from under her? I'm sure there's a great pun about plowing fields.
Oh, since you're a comedian, why don't you leave your new business partner with.
Speaker D:
Riley? Two visits in two days. You're trying to make up for lost time.
Speaker B:
Frank.
Speaker D:
Oh, honey, look, as always, your timing is impeccable, darling.
Speaker E:
It's a cold one out there, folks.
Speaker D:
One lump or two?
Speaker A:
I've had enough lumps, thanks.
Speaker D:
I'm sorry Gregory turned out to be a dead end. No punishment, of course.
Better laughter than tears, I suppose.
Speaker A:
Oh, thanks, Frank. Oh, I needed that laugh. I mean, the whole time we were going there, I just kept thinking, Gregory's it. He's the missing link.
But he's dead. Been dead.
Do you think, Frank, could my dad have killed Gregory? Is that why someone possibly murdered him?
Speaker D:
If you honestly think your father could kill a man, you leave my house and don't ever look back. Harrison was the finest. The finest.
Speaker A:
Yes, I know, I know.
Speaker D:
And your mother was. Wasn't perfect. But a moment of carnal weakness doesn't define someone. Forgive her.
Anger is wasted on the dead.
Speaker A:
Yeah, that's what they say.
Speaker D:
While we're at it, forget Doc, Mona and that insurance adjuster. Forget about blood samples and wound patterns and just have a cup of tea with the closest thing you have to a favorite uncle.
Speaker B:
Huh?
Speaker A:
No, favorite. Well, I don't know about that.
Speaker D:
Oh, is that so? Little girl?
You remember that time you fell into a snow bank and got stuck?
Speaker A:
Oh, God, this has haunted me.
Speaker D:
Yeah, you must have been about eight. Anyway, you were dug in so tight, Harrison and I had to use the.
Speaker A:
Fishing pole to get me out.
Oh, God.
Speaker G:
The heart gives what I can do.
Speaker B:
What love for two.
Riley.
Speaker C:
Riley?
Riley?
She's not here.
Speaker E:
Oh, thank you. Did she say where she was going?
Speaker C:
Nope. But to be honest, I probably wouldn't tell you anyway.
Damn roots. Here, hold my billhook.
Speaker E:
Quite a job you have on your hands.
Speaker C:
Yep, And I'm just getting started.
Speaker E:
Accident with one of the calves.
Speaker C:
Now, what makes you say that?
Speaker E:
Well, that's the logical explanation, isn't it? Why else would you be digging up the brush, extending the fence perimeter?
Speaker C:
Well, Riley's not here, and I got work to do, so I'll be seeing you.
Speaker E:
Why not?
Speaker C:
What's that now?
Speaker E:
Earlier, you said you wouldn't tell me where Riley was even if you knew. Why's that?
Speaker C:
I'm not a keeper. Neither are you.
Speaker E:
Funny. You saw fit to tell her how devious I was. It made her think I'm trying to take the farm away from her.
Speaker C:
Well, someone is. Everything that's been happening around here sounds like the work of a corporate stooge.
Right down to the clandestine me she told you about. Brett.
Speaker E:
I did that for her.
Speaker C:
Sure you did.
Speaker E:
You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're jealous of me and Riley. That certainly explained why you've stuck around so long.
Speaker C:
Oh, boy. You best be on your way now, Josh. And I'll be needing my bill hook back. Not that you're gonna get your hands in dirty here.
Speaker E:
Tell Riley I'll be back.
Speaker B:
All right, now go forward a little bit. All right, wait. Hold it right. Perfect. Now go frame by frame.
Speaker C:
Kid, how do I do that?
Speaker B:
Hit the button.
The other button. Clense. Oh, just give me the keyboard and go get coffee.
Speaker C:
Okay, Deela, do you want one, too?
Speaker B:
Kid, you've been here way too long.
Speaker E:
I think he was talking to me. I'm okay, Clint, right? That's what the front desk agent said.
Speaker C:
Lyle.
Speaker G:
He knows my name.
Speaker E:
Yeah, he described you pretty well, too.
Speaker B:
Clint, why don't you go reintroduce yourself to Lyle Handsome here, and I have some biz to talk about.
Speaker C:
Okay.
Speaker B:
And don't forget my coffee.
Those two have been sniffing around each other for months. I just wish they'd get it over with, you know? No sense in beating around the bush.
Speaker E:
Well, maybe love is worth waiting for.
Speaker B:
Love, maybe.
But not sex. Of course. That is how I got divorced three times. So, to what do I owe this pleasure?
Speaker E:
I had a thought.
A feeling. I don't know, I just can't put my finger on it. When you were snooping.
Speaker B:
Investigating.
Speaker E:
Okay.
Investigating the crime scene. You said the doc gave her time of death.
Speaker B:
Yeah, she gave some rough numbers. 12 to 16 weeks.
Speaker E:
Well, that mean he died around June?
Speaker B:
Maybe. But I've seen TOD change. Could be more, could be less. We'll just have to wait until. Doc.
Mona.
Speaker E:
No. I have a feeling she's right on the money with four months.
Speaker B:
You don't say.
Speaker E:
I don't know. I just wish I had some crime scene photos.
Speaker B:
Eh, you and me both. The kid and I were just trying to slow down the footage to get a good look at the body cops boofed at while lifting Gregory into the ME Van. White sheet fell off of him. It's been all over the news. It's plain distasteful, if you ask me.
Personally.
Speaker E:
Distasteful? I'm surprised Channel 8 didn't leave with it.
Speaker B:
Hey, I may be a reporter with loose scruples, but the screws are in tight where they matter.
Speaker E:
Roger that.
Is everything okay?
Speaker B:
Just looking into your eyes.
What's so funny?
Speaker E:
Nothing. You're just really forward.
Speaker B:
Eh, why go backward?
Speaker E:
Cute.
Speaker B:
Now, I thought I was supposed to be hitting on you. Well, you're worried. And you're hiding something. That's what I see in your eyes.
Speaker E:
Can you do me a favor? Do you?
Speaker B:
What's it worth to you.
Speaker C:
Buster? That you, boy? Damn dog.
Buster. Come here.
Speaker A:
Oh.
Speaker C:
Oh.
Speaker A:
Sorry, Cam.
Rowie, I just. I'm sorry. But your towel is okay? It's.
Speaker B:
Yep.
Jesus.
Speaker C:
Sorry.
Speaker A:
Anyway, I came to put this letter on your desk, and I knocked over some of your tools. Not Buster.
I think he's waiting for his apology.
Speaker C:
Oh. Come here, boy. I'm sorry, Buster.
What was that letter all about?
Speaker A:
It's a letter of recommendation. I just want to do everything I can, everything I can to make sure you get another job. You deserve it. Really. Really, you do.
Speaker C:
Well, thanks. So I guess you're really going to sell the old gal?
Speaker A:
Everywhere I go, I see my dad. Besides, this is a beautiful piece of land. I can't take care of it like I should.
Me letting go is like. I don't know, like giving it a second chance.
Speaker C:
Josh.
Speaker A:
Good guess.
Speaker C:
Educated guess. He came by here earlier looking for you, but I didn't tell him where you were, so.
Speaker A:
Well, how could you?
Unless you're secretly a psychic.
Speaker B:
Right?
Speaker C:
Caught me. Ms. Cleo is my cousin. I did get a funny feeling off him.
He was acting strange. Jealous. Wild, even.
Speaker A:
Do me a favor, Cam, okay? If he stops by again, tell him.
Just. Just tell him I'm not here, even if I am. Okay.
Speaker C:
Sure. You worried about John?
Speaker B:
No.
Speaker A:
No, no, no. I mean, I don't think so. I just need time to think.
Speaker C:
Well, I do.
Got a bottle of bourbon behind that toolbox. We could think together.
Speaker A:
No, thanks. I'm gonna go into town for a bit. I just need space, you know?
Speaker C:
All right.
Speaker A:
Okay. Good night, Cam.
Speaker C:
Good night. Hey, Riley.
You know I'm here for you. Whatever you need.
Speaker A:
My dad used to say a farm is a family. You don't always like it, and the road is always tough, but it's always there in your time of need.
Speaker C:
So we're family now?
Speaker A:
We're something. See ya.
I meant it when I told Cam I needed space to think. Everything I thought I knew had shifted in the few weeks I'd been home. First Taylor and mom, Gregory and Josh. Just another domino falling when I saw him with Brett. Then Cam tells me he's been snooping around the farm.
Makes me wonder what else he was hiding and why.
Speaker B:
2:00Am Clint's off getting lucky, and I'm making my own copies and pouring my own coffee. From now on, all my assistants are going to be eunuchs.
Speaker E:
I care about unicorn. You and us. Or what could be us too much to betray you.
Riley, call me back, please.
Speaker B:
That'll be not girlfriend.
Speaker E:
It's complicated.
Speaker B:
She worth waiting for?
Speaker E:
I. I think so. You get the printouts?
Speaker B:
Hot off the presses. Hey.
Speaker E:
Ooh.
Take a look here. Do you see that?
Speaker B:
Eh, vaguely. Looks like an impression in the skin. Funny shape.
It's a little hard to see, being blown up and all. That's the best angle I can get off the videotape. From what I saw at the crime scene, the body was turned on its back. However, according to my contact at the precinct, old Gregory was found on his side. But judging by the lividity, he was laying face down for some time before getting rolled.
Speaker E:
Why?
Speaker B:
What's the one thing no one's been able to find?
Speaker E:
The murder weapon.
Speaker B:
Bingo. Killer stabs Gregory with a curved something.
He falls face down, lands on the.
Speaker E:
Thing, and sometime later, the killer comes back, rolls Gregory aside, takes the murdered weapon, and turns on the air conditioning.
Speaker B:
But the damage has already been done. The murder weapon left an imprint on.
Speaker E:
The skin, made all the more prominent by the dry air from the AC unit.
Speaker B:
This. This imprint here. This is a murder weapon.
Speaker E:
Hey, you got a pen?
Speaker B:
Yeah, help yourself.
What the hell kind of shape is that?
Speaker E:
Bill Hook.
Speaker A:
I couldn't sit around the farm stewing. If I was going to be surrounded by secrets, figured I might as well be at the Yeti where everyone's got one. Besides, I'd skipped lunch, and a greasy burger and a beer were calling my name.
Speaker J:
It's nearing midnight. Cowboys and cowgirls, which means two things. Last call for alcohol and the last dance for root scooting. Boogie now while you ladies scope out the pick of the litter. Big thanks to Yeti Lounge for having us every last Thursday of the month.
We love you, Yeti Lounge. Spurs offer this one. We're closing out the night with this lovely little barn burner.
Speaker A:
Bartender.
Speaker B:
Hey.
Speaker A:
Hey, bartender. Oh, hello.
I'll take another G and T, please. Actually, make it a double. You got it.
Speaker I:
Care to dance? Riley.
Speaker A:
Rhett. What are you doing here?
Speaker I:
Long drive back.
Thought I'd taken the sights. It's been a while since I've been up this way. Your dad's funeral notwithstanding.
Speaker A:
Making more secret plans with Josh?
Speaker I:
No, I grew up a few towns over.
Speaker A:
You're somewhere else. I never knew that.
Speaker I:
It's not like you're an open book about where you're from either. We were dirt poor growing up. My first job was as a picker on a sweet corn farm.
Nearly lost my thumb from a bill hug.
Speaker B:
So.
Speaker A:
You didn't lose your thumb. When did you lose your heart?
Speaker I:
Zing.
Speaker H:
Wow.
Speaker I:
There's that Riley Witt that I know and love.
You know, I care about you a lot, Riley. A lot more than you know.
Speaker A:
You know, the best way to show someone you care is not to hide stuff from them.
Speaker I:
Some secrets are necessary.
Speaker B:
Whiskey weather burns outside.
Speaker E:
Come on. Come on. Piece of junk. I gotta get the engine.
Close enough, I guess.
Buster.
Speaker C:
What is it, boy?
Speaker E:
Damn. Buster's using. More sensitive than a butterfly's wing.
Speaker C:
Go get him, boy.
Speaker B:
Buster.
Speaker C:
Come on, boy.
You.
