Billy Fields is once again outside, trailing an escaping and soaked to the bone Alex Bruder.
Fields: Alex, Alex, can we get a word?
Alex ignores him and jumps into a jet black pickup truck. The engine turns over and the truck peels out, the still open door slamming itself shut, swerving several time before getting traction and
Fields: No comment from Alex Bruder, but it looks like we’re about to be joined by Freddy Kilgore.
Papa Wild Thang appears, and Kilgore’s eyes look like they’re going to leap from his skull. He watches the truck speed off, and he begins to pace wildly, running his hands through his long blond hair in frustration. He notices the camera, and alternates between looking into and pacing as he growls.
Kilgore: He can run! He better run! But there’s no escaping this, Bruder. You crossed a line. YOU’RE IN THE CROSSHAIRS AND THERE IS NO ESCAPE!! YOU’RE A DEAD MAN, BRUDER. YOU HEAR ME?
Kilgore’s enraged face fills the frame.
Kilgore: A DEAD MAN.