Billy? Get number three up now.
And don't come in to eat before you do.
And check the other two!
Make sure they're wired up good!
I don't want 'em blowing over again at the first big wind.
Lot of good they're doing.
Billy, you been messing with the post-puncher?
No!
I told you what would happen...
if you screw around with this thing.
I said I didn't!
"I don't want 'em blowin' down again."
Big wind, my ass.
You're the only big wind out here.
Jacky!
You been messing with the damn post-puncher again, huh?
No.
Billy, you little asshole!
Why don't you rat yourself out for a change?
- What did I do? - You little butt sniff!
I ought to come out there and kick your ass!
You wish!
Yeah, go on, Mac. Go bite him in the ass for me, Mackie boy.
God, would you shut up?
Jacky!
- What? - I don't know.
What?
Help!
Billy!
Help! Help!
Where are you? Billy!
Daddy!
Billy!
Let go! Help me, dad!
- Billy! - Help! Help! Help!
- Billy! - Help! Dad! Help me!
Billy!
Stop it! Let go!
- Billy! - Daddy!
Billy!
Help!
Bannon Bantams! Bannon Bantams!
- Go! - Louder!
Go Bantams! Yeah! Whoo! Yeah!
Tough as nails, hard as rocks!
We are Bannon's fighting cocks!
Fighting Bantams, tough as nails!
Bow down now or kiss our tails!
Out for blood, we're lean and mean!
Bannon County's death machine!
Bannon Bantams! Bannon Bantams!
Go Bantams!
Bannon Bantams, power and might!
Bannon Bantams, fight, fight, fight!
Incoming!
Bannon Bantams, we're the word!
You don't mess with a mighty bird!
Down the court we'll clean your clock!
Better not mess with the fighting cock!
Bannon Bantams, Bannon Bantams!
Go Bantams!
Bannon Bantams, wings of steel!
Bannon Bantams, kill, kill, kill!
Who was that? Don't even ask!
Big bad Bantams kick your ass!
Bannon Bantams, Bannon Bantams!
Go Bantams!
Go!
Go Bantams!
We are the champs! We are the champs!
Tough as nails, hard as rocks! We are Bannon's fighting cocks!
How long can they keep this up?
Forever. They have a fight song with the word "cock" in it.
Why aren't you sitting with your honey?
Bannon County's death machine!
Someone should tell him he just won the state championship.
I have a feeling he didn't get to play enough.
Well, shouldn't you be sitting with him?
After a game, he says he needs to be with the guys.
You'd kill his post-game bus high.
Basically. If they lose, it's a totally different thing.
Can't pry him off me.
Shit.
OK, everybody sit down. Sit tight.
Son of a bitch!
What in the hell would you call that?
I don't know, but whatever it is...
it's sharp as a son of a bitch.
What in the hell are we looking at?
Sharp enough to flatten a tire, whatever it is.
You know how thick that rubber is?
Have to be shot into it like a bullet.
Jesus Christ! The damn thing has got teeth in it!
They can't just whip the jack out and pump this mother up?
The driver can't change a flat on a bus.
- They need a mechanic. - So?
So, do you see any mechanics around here?
You sucked so bad today, Deaundre...
they're probably saying you gotta change the flat.
...where she'll give us the latest update...
- Izzy! - On a continuing story...
we call "The Horror in Poho County."
Hey, Poho update!
Well, Peter, the fire which gutted...
an old church south of Pertwilla four days ago...
continues to offer up a gruesome bounty.
County sheriffs excavating the charred ruins...
say the body count is now up well past three hundred.
County coroners say the bodies were found...
stitched to each other...
covering the basement's walls and ceiling.
One on-the-scene witness called it...
"a human tapestry of torture and sadism"...
and "a sight he will never forget."
Sheila, the details keep getting...
stranger and stranger every day this week, it seems.
Any new information?
Some of the corpses they have found...
had false teeth made out of wood.
That means some of the bodies they're finding down there...
are over two hundred years old.
But, Peter, it's the condition of the cadavers...
that's the strangest fact of all.
The county coroner's office reported yesterday...
that they have yet to find any one complete body.
- Believe that, man? - No, they're making it up.
...missing an external limb or an internal organ.
What connection this has...
This is 226, out on east 9.
We are down and disabled. Home base, do you read me?
You get a good look at the points on this thing?
It's either ivory or some kind of bone.
Throw that damn thing away before you need a tetanus shot.
This is Betty Gorman out on 226.
We are down and disabled out on east 9.
Pop!
Pop, it dropped something!
Pop?
It was out in the corn, papa.
Here, look at it.
We are out on east 9. We are down and disabled. Come back.
- What about Kimball, man? - Say again.
This is 226. Anyone read me?
We are down and disabled out on east 9. Come back.
We gotta be in some kind of sun spot or something.
There's no signal getting out.
It's going to be dark in about an hour.
Well, we still got five tires on the ground which means...
we can probably limp home if we keep the going slow.
Say again, this is 226. Anyone read me?
All of you at the same time?
Lady cheerleaders!
That's not smoke I smell, is it?
Minxie...
there's not a girl in the world these days...
stupid enough to kill themselves...
by sucking on cancer sticks, am I right?
Back on the bus, ladies.
You saw me, right?
Run that fast break? Huh? You see that?
- Yeah, I saw it. - Anybody gonna read about it?
Why do you give ol' Dante back there so much ink, huh?
I'm serious.
People are starting to think that you're sweet on him.
Really? I heard that was you.
Hey, it's OK if you are, man.
I mean, live and let love, right?
Why don't you piss on somebody else's shoes, Jake?
Shouldn't you be folding towels somewhere...
or sniffing jockstraps?
You think you can manage the team, super genius?
Was I even talking to you, jockstrap boy?
Hey, eat shit, Jake! God!
So this is all because, what, I don't write enough about you?
You know what the story is on your scars there, right?
No, tell me.
Got into a fight when you snuck into a bar.
So?
A gay bar, bro.
You do know what they call you, don't you, lzzy?
That's my name.
"Or isn't he?"
Hey, let's not make this...
a social event out there, everybody.
Back on the bus, gentlemen. We're moving!
Big K, does that come in a man size?
That means you, too, Kimball! Let's go!
Smooth move, Big K! Nice, man!
Tippi Hedren, man!
Kimball! Stop clowning around...
and get your ass back on the bus!
Off the top, gentlemen.
Assholes and elbows. Let's go.
Damn!
You know, you could talk about it.
It might help a little bit.
What did I play today, twelve minutes?
Well, it was a great twelve minutes.
Hanna's got it in for me...
him and his little token white boy Barnes.
I don't know...
maybe I got the wrong skin color to get equal play on this team.
I know you don't mean that.
Maybe they just wanted to make sure...
everyone got a chance to play in the championship.
Everyone's not the reason why we made it to the championship.
Half the losers on this bus had nothing to do with...
us making it to state... I did.
What the fuck are you looking at?
Oh, Jesus Christ!
Aw, don't tell me.
- We blew the other one. - How?
Back down, everybody. Sit tight.
Shit. We better break out the flares...
and get these kids off the bus.
Hey, hey, hey!
You want to sit in here and hope somebody doesn't...
come along, plowing into us doing ninety, huh?
All right, Duane...
you clear the bus, I'll set the flares.
What is that, a flare gun?
You plan on being lost at sea in this thing?
You making fun of my lockbox?
'Cause everything in this thing...
has saved my sweet ass at least once.
Oh, I don't believe it.
All right, bring your coats and stay in a group.
This is Betty Borman, out on 226.
We're broke down on east 9...
middle of Kissel County. Anyone read me?
Want me to help you push it off the road before I go?
I don't think we can move it. It's on a bare rim in the back.
If you'd let the highway patrol know, we'd appreciate it.
Sure.
Come on, guys.
Come on, let's go. Off the road.
Come on, guys.
Everyone on the shoulder. Everyone stays in a group.
Over by the side of the fence.
Scott, come on!
Everyone stays back and off the road! Now!
Stuck in the side of the tire again.
Oh, God. Don't tell me...
that's a belly button in the middle of that thing.
Minxie, stay off the road.
Everybody, off the road!
Get everyone back on the bus.
- You just said they shouldn't... - I know what I just said...
but there's something going on out here, and I don't like it.
I think if we just st...
Coach?
What the f...
Where the hell's the coach?
Charlie?
Charlie!
Get everyone back inside and close the doors.
OK, champions, getting back on the Betty Boop.
Bucky, get on the two-way, see if you can raise anyone.
- I'm talking to you, Scotty! - What happened to the coach?
Get everyone back onboard and close those doors.
Do it, Scotty.
All right, you heard him.
Assholes and elbows. Everybody back on the bus.
Charlie?
Hurry up! On the bus! Now, now, now!
I repeat, bus number 226...
Charlie!
We have an emergency situation out here.
Does anybody read me?
This is bus number 226. We are broke down on east 9.
Jake...
What happened?
- What did you see? - What did you see?
Come on! Did you see something or not?
She flew away.
What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
- What I just said! - People don't fly away!
Sit down, Scott!
What the hell's going on out there?
I said sit the fuck down and shut up, god damn it! Now!
You, too, Jake. Everybody.
Go sit down, Scott.
- You got a problem with me? - No. You got one with me?
- Do I what? - You heard me.
We don't have time for bullshit, Scotty. Go sit down!
Oh, God!
What the hell?
Scotty!
What the fuck?
Get the fucking doors! Get the fucking doors!
What was it?
Scotty, what the fuck was it?
- Scotty, come on! - Scotty, we just want to know.
I don't know what it was, all right?
It had wings...
big fucking wings.
Central, this is unit 17.
We did a drive-by in the general area.
Also found no evidence of forced entry. Over.
0-3-2, we're 10-7 at Opper's Diner...
for a little coffee and pie. Copy that, central?
This is central. Copy that, 0-3-6.
All units, anybody else getting...
some weird stuff out Kissel County way?
I just got two calls, ten miles apart...
both reporting abductions.
All units, be informed this should be...
strictly 10-36 information.
Someone burning a marijuana field out there tonight?
'Cause these two stories are way, way out.
Roger that, 3-6. Come back.
Jacky! Kissel County!
If you ask me, this is Poho related.
Repeat... Poho related.
You all know what I'm talking about.
This is Andy Buck. Can anybody hear me?
Nobody's phone works. Nobody's fucking phone works.
We are stuck in a broken-down school bus...
out on east 9, and we are in serious trouble.
Do you read me?
Fuck! Come on! Is anybody even out there?
This is Andy Buck!
We're stuck in a broken-down school bus out on east 9!
Javelins?
We've got spears on this bus?
Sticks.
You want to wait around...
so you can poke at that thing with sticks?
That thing shows up here again...
I'd rather have a sharp stick in my hand than nothing at all.
Hey, guys! Betty's flare gun.
A bunch of flares for it, too!
Who says we wait around? I'm serious.
Scotty, you're not talking about getting off this bus.
You see that?
That means that there's a farm...
down at the end of this road somewhere...
and that's as far as anybody'd have to get to.
With that thing out there?
Scotty, with that thing out there?
Scotty!
That thing hasn't been back here in almost an hour.
That doesn't mean it's not still up there somewhere.
And that doesn't mean that it is.
Hey, this isn't about who can run the fastest, OK?
- Or being a pussy. - What is your problem?
- You tell me, lzzy or isn't he? - Check yourselves, both of you!
Do I make you nervous?
Thinking you're going to come onto me...
and every other swinging dick on this bus makes me nervous.
Yeah, it makes you fucking stupid, too!
Scotty, stop it!
Stop it!
Scotty, come on.
You get that hand off of me...
or we're gonna have one more missing person out here.
There's nothing about any of us on this bus...
that's more important than sticking together.
It's the only way we're going to get through this.
You want to play cock of the walk now, huh?
Now's not the time for this shit, Scotty.
- Big K, sit. - I'm serious.
You want to play cock of the walk, bro?
Why do I think you want to call me something else?
You want to call me something else, Scotty?
'Cause I don't think you get...
I can see you thinking it whether you say it or not.
Just stop it right now. Both of you, stop it!
You guys all worked together today to win a ball game.
Now that something really serious happens...
you can't even be civil to each other?
You tell him, not me.
Whatever your trip is, we ain't got time for this shit.
We should all be looking for ways...
we can defend ourselves until help gets here.
We have got to move this piece of shit!
On what, the rim?
Can you drive this thing or not?
We wouldn't get two feet, man! What do you want me to do?
What the hell does it want?
What the fuck? Is it looking at me?
Whatever it is, it's a smell freak, man.
Get that light off him.
Hey, don't shoot that thing in here, man!
He's right. It'll fill this place up like a smokebomb.
Holy shit!
Did that just come off the door?
Bucky, get on those front doors and get ready to open them.
What, you think we're gonna run outside?
If he fucking comes inside.
Oh, shit!
Oh, my God!
Minxie?
Is she OK?
Minxie. Minxie.
Minxie?
He eats everything.
- He knows no mercy. - No one is safe.
Every 23rd spring, for 23 days, it gets to eat.
Eat what?
Eat us.
Minx?
Are you OK?
Look at me.
I thought you were gone, girl. You passed out. Look at me.
Are you OK?
Your eyes went all the way in the back of your head.
I think he's gone, man. I'm willing to bet money on it.
You willing to bet stepping off this bus?
Because that's the real bet.
How long's it been?