Eddie: So... You like murdering femmy boy mice, huh?
Sheep: What?! No!
Eddie: Sure ya do! It's how you get your kicks, eh? Tell me all about it.
Sheep: [Crying] I don't even remember it! Bah-ah-ah. <Choking on tears for a few seconds>
Eddie: [A bit too intense] Don't give me any of that sobbing bullshit. We caught you in the act, covered in mousie blood. What?! Do ya think I'm an idiot?! Do you think I was born yesterday?!
Sheep: [Terrified and crying] Bah-ah-ah! Why are you yelling at me!
Eddie: You get bored of your master? Decided to run off to whack some poor rodent?! [Yells] You're gonna end up lamb chops for doin' something like this! They’re gonna put you on a spit and roast your fluffy ass!
Sheep: <Uncontrollable crying for 20 seconds fading into a whimper.]
[Door slams open]
Peirce: [Enraged] EDDIE! I TOLD YOU TO FARKING WAIT FOR ME BEFORE YOU CAME IN HERE!
Eddie: [Calmly] I was bored.
Peirce: [Angry] Eddie!
Eddie: I also haven't slept in like 28 hours! Fucking do the interrogation yourself. I'm gonna get a nap in, you dumb stud.
Peirce: Yeah, you go do that!
Eddie: I wanna talk to you when yer done. Get me?
Peirce: Fine. <Tired Groan> We're all a little tired right now.
Eddie: [Tired] Yeah.
[Door closes]
***[Peirce is overworked and tired during this entire scene.]***
Peirce: <Miserable groan> I'm sorry for... whatever he said to you.
Sheep: [Weak and sad.] <Sniffle> Bah-ah-ah.
[Chair squeak]
Peirce: <Sitting grunt. Clears throat.> Can you please state your name for me?
Sheep: Baaaax-ter.
Peirce: [To himself] Ugh. What is it with sheep names? [To Sheep] Look, there's a chance you're not in trouble here. Can you just... tell me what happened? Even if it doesn't make much sense, I wanna hear what you have to say, Baxter.
Sheep: It's Baaaax-ter.
Peirce: Ugh. Farking whatever. Just tell me what happened.
Sheep: [Nervous] I... I was running to the grocery store for master. There's a small chain located a few blocks away from where we live. I got as far as... [Upset] The p-p-place where I...
Peirce: [Interrupt.] The gage estate. Right. Go on.
Sheep: I... I got dizzy. [Pause] I felt like... like I was falling... but never hitting the ground. And... I heard a voice. It was a really feminine sort of voice... but it was still male sounding.
Peirce: What did the voice say?
Sheep: It said... "Put this in your hand... and push it inside. Don't be afraid. It's all going to work out in the end." But I... I didn't know what was in my hand or what I was putting it in. But the voice was very convincing... so I... baah. I... Did I?
Peirce: Yeah. You stabbed someone... and they died.
Sheep: [Very upset] Bah-ah-ah.
Peirce: Her name was Precious... and I don't think you're necessarily to blame. It sounds like you've been hypnotized.
Sheep: [Very sad] Ba-ah. I'm still sorry.
[Door opens]
Eddie: Hey, horsey. Murder Lamb's master just showed up.
Sheep: <Crying softly> Baa-ah-ah-ah.
Peirce: [Grumpy] Oh, farking hell, Eddie.
[Chair squeak]
Peirce: Wait here, Baxter.
Sheep: [Sadly] It's... Baaaaax-ter.
Eddie: What the fuck is with sheep names?
Peirce: I dunno.
[Door slams. Reso ends.]
Randolph: You must be the famous Officer Peirce. Your reputation of a prey officer proceeds you, sir. My name is Randolph.
Peirce: Good to meet you. A wolf. Not a bad pairing for a sheep.
Eddie: <Chuckles>
Randolph: I'm glad you think so. I'm rather fond of little... Baaaxter. I... /hope/ he isn't in /too/ much trouble. He is a very... eh... weak willed individual.
Peirce: How weak willed might you say?
Randolph: Mere suggestions persuade him into whatever belief you wish him to have.
Peirce: Yeah, figured as much. Mister Randolph, I'll be leaving Baxter in your care, but just in case, I wouldn't leave town or anything... at least until this case blows over. It's still pretty active.
Randolph: Oh, of course. Naturally I would never want to impede the police in their duties.
Peirce: [Too tired to continue this] He's in there. Eddie will help you out.
Eddie: Yep.
Randolph: Of course, Officer Peirce. And it really has been a pleasure meeting you.
Peirce: [Uninterested] Yeah.
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[Outdoors in city. Car door opens]
Peirce: <Groans>
Eddie: [Distant] Hey, Peirce!
Peirce: Uggh. The fark you want, Weasel?
Eddie: Let's hang out at your place. Introduce me to this goaty slave of yours.
Peirce: I'm... really tired, Eddie.
Eddie: Come on, man! I'm trying to fix up our relationship here! [Sly] Let's get to know one another.
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