When I was a girl, my mom had told me there were many parts of hell, but the coldest, blackest part is kept from murderers, sotomies and suicides. Six months later, she killed herself. I'm Zoe. That is my friend John. He seems familiar. I feel like I know him from somewhere. That guy gives me the creeps. He's old enough to be her father. Better watch your step around here, huh? Are you going to join us? She likes to watch. Your eyes close now. Welcome to hell. Woo! New girl? I guess everyone knows everyone around here. We don't know you. Pleased to meet you, John Stone. John? You got company? Can I do something for you, W? He was discharged from the Marines in 2008. I'm just earning 18 months when he's going down. He's a goddamn cop. He's only something. This town is like Quixant. Just staying here too long you might never leave. Do you down here like this much as I do, don't you? In our house, we clean up our own goddamn mess. I don't know about him. My time to learn. He's not going to stop. You have a choice. A choice of how they share a head. Party's over. I'm Hunter. I thinn heard. I could do a deal. Or you have to kind of goddamn pest. What I'm going to enjoy gutting you. Ah! John? Don't!