Speaker 1: Welcome to May's Mouth, a Ghostwax interlude. May's Mouth is
set in the worlds of Ghostwax, but is a shade
darker and contains graphic content. Listener discretion is advised. Episode
two hook Up.
Speaker 2: They've been watching the front of the deli all afternoon.
Speaker 3: Really, we've got movement. Pass me those binoculars. Someone's going in.
Speaker 1: Why are they showing up so late?
Speaker 4: What kind of hours are these.
Speaker 3: Well, these things don't follow our schedule. They're on another rhythm.
That's it, Big Butcher, eleven o'clock.
Speaker 5: Look at the size of that fucker, meat Mountain. Lose
your car keys and his neck folds ish.
Speaker 2: The figure Molly hones in on is comically large, his
limbs and body oversized for his bald head. He looks greasy.
Speaker 6: How does no one find that suspicious?
Speaker 5: How it's that wavelength. I'm telling you, there's all kinds
of stuff people just don't see, look past like their
brains edit it out, even us.
Speaker 6: Maybe you. I'm observant, man, I pay attention.
Speaker 1: He thinks.
Speaker 5: So I bet we see more than most now that
we've had the lids peeled back. But we don't see everything.
No way you definitely don't. I keep trying to tell
you you miss me all the time?
Speaker 1: Yo?
Speaker 5: How came I never get the binoculars.
Speaker 6: Because you drop shit?
Speaker 5: Can I bring something up?
Speaker 1: MANE?
Speaker 5: I wish you wouldn't doing the same thing every day
expecting different results. What's that the definition of?
Speaker 4: I really think it's not. It's like a definition not
the definition.
Speaker 7: Being all fucked up in the head is another one.
Speaker 5: Do we have any reason to think this will turn
out any differently than the last three days, seven attempts,
twenty hours and a partridge in a fucking pear tree.
Speaker 3: We have to keep trying, yeah.
Speaker 5: But do we have to keep trying the same thing?
Speaker 6: And what's your big move?
Speaker 8: Then?
Speaker 5: Okay, so what do we know? We know that this
place says it's a deli, but it's not on any
city records. You can't order from it on any website. Eh.
When you go up to the door, it's locked. It's
not a business. It's nothing. When we tipped off the
cops that it's a drug front, nothing swatted the place. Nothing.
Nobody can fucking see this place. It's called Yellow's Deli.
Who's Yellow? A goddamn ghost? Right?
Speaker 6: Right? And yet delivery people come by at all hours.
Speaker 5: Show up at all hours, and take big packages away
on scooters and bikes and shitty cars to where.
Speaker 4: We don't fucking know because we keep getting lost.
Speaker 6: When we follow them. We lose them every time.
Speaker 8: And if you're trying to tell me that's my fault,
you're welcome to drive that. We can't imagine you have
a license.
Speaker 5: No Christ, way would I. But yeah, we follow, we
get lost, we lose them, something freaky, right, something unnatural? Okay,
while we ship sailed for some of us. Fuck you
continue so we can't get to wherever these people are going.
But VICKI check your notes. Do we see repeats delivery people? Mmm?
Speaker 7: Yeah, thirty six deliveries, nine different people.
Speaker 5: But try as we might, none of us can pick
up a delivery from there. Not certified on any of
the door dashy food courier whatevers. But wow, these fucking drivers,
they are checking their phones. I've been watching them. They
pull up, check phones, Look at mister big butcher inside,
look scared, checkphone again, go in. So it can only
be one thing. Yes, it could be that they are
part of some cults or group, or they're one of them.
But I don't think so. They are so normal and
they don't feel off. Molly doesn't get the pricklies from them.
I think they are like us, but they have something
we don't. They have I don't know, a contact or
an app or something we don't not publicly available, right,
They've got a way to get like chosen to pick
stuff up here?
Speaker 3: M yeah, copy, So we walk, We nab one of
them and ask lift the phone.
Speaker 5: Sure, or we could do it the easy.
Speaker 3: Way, which is walk.
Speaker 1: Well.
Speaker 5: I was thinking, if someone is using an app to
get these people witlessly involved, maybe we could too use
an app.
Speaker 4: I mean, huh, you know, bruh, what the hell's that?
Speaker 1: Like?
Speaker 5: You don't know, Queen?
Speaker 9: Why does that sound familiar?
Speaker 10: Jesus?
Speaker 3: Is that really the simplest way?
Speaker 5: What's simpler? I use it to get into people's houses
all the time, isn't that right? Ben?
Speaker 8: Okay, that'll be plenty um. What No, he's lying, he's
doing his lying thing.
Speaker 5: Oh did we mean nothing to you?
Speaker 1: Ben?
Speaker 11: No?
Speaker 6: Stop be done with this bit.
Speaker 3: Sick, isn't it.
Speaker 5: I thought you were an ally?
Speaker 3: No us this we are sick.
Speaker 4: We are fucked.
Speaker 11: We just keep on moving, swimming like fucking sharks, blooding
our kills, meat in our teeth, We make jokes, watch movies,
drink fucking soda.
Speaker 4: Fuck's sake, my shoes. What fucking murderers? His fucking face?
Speaker 11: Oh the last one she was what twenty?
Speaker 6: So what what do you want to do? Molly?
Speaker 8: You want to give up? You want to die. You
want to be dead because you know, when the ache
gets bad enough, you'll die. Hell, I've almost off myself
half a dozen times waiting to find people with what
we need.
Speaker 6: I'm not going to give up. I'm going to fucking
find it.
Speaker 3: And what and then what?
Speaker 10: Whoa?
Speaker 5: Whoa?
Speaker 2: Guys?
Speaker 5: What I've got one Tommy twenty seven, six foot one.
Oh he's pretty cute. Bonus.
Speaker 4: Wait that guy, the guy picking up from yellows right now.
Speaker 5: Yep, says two hundred feet. So yeah, well what do
you do?
Speaker 3: Send him something?
Speaker 5: Okay, let's reel in a big one here. Someone take
a hot picture of me.
Speaker 2: The rain let up, but it was a cold, dark night.
Speaker 9: Yeah, hello, it's me here for the sex.
Speaker 1: Jeez.
Speaker 2: Four seventeen, the lights in the hall were flickering. Fig
wondered if there was a message hidden in their erratic
patterns probably not.
Speaker 9: Hey, hey, wow, you're uh you look great?
Speaker 5: Thanks. I stole these clothes from some with great taste.
Speaker 7: Okay, well, come on in. You can steal some of
my stuff if you want.
Speaker 5: If you've got nice stuff. Huh hey, not bad, little
butch for my taste. But place looks good.
Speaker 10: Thanks.
Speaker 7: They uh, well, a lot of this is new TV.
Those speakers lights over the island. The old ones were
super ugly.
Speaker 10: And am I.
Speaker 5: Standing too close? Should I step forward or backward?
Speaker 7: I just I don't usually do this sort of thing.
I mean, I bet everyone says that, but I really don't.
Speaker 5: Everyone says that too. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters.
Speaker 7: Yeah, hey, uh so would it be cool if we
talk some first?
Speaker 5: Sure? Not like I have a van full of people
waiting for me?
Speaker 1: What?
Speaker 5: And if I did have a mystery machine full of
psychos out there waiting for me, I would delight in
making them wait and think about all the unsavory things
I'm doing.
Speaker 10: Do you have friends waiting for you? That's I mean,
that's kind of weird, right.
Speaker 5: Well I don't have any friends waiting for me. Just kidding,
but I am really weird though. That doesn't matter either.
Nothing matters whatever I do or say, I just do
and can and just keep doing, and no one ever
stops me.
Speaker 10: Sure? Uh? Do you want to drink?
Speaker 5: See?
Speaker 10: Huh?
Speaker 5: Sure? What do you have open?
Speaker 10: I was having a whiskey, but I can do cocktails?
Speaker 5: Okay, no need, I like one and only one thing straight?
Speaker 10: Okay, gotcha.
Speaker 5: A little more there, cowboy?
Speaker 7: Can you really hear my accent? I've been working so
hard to get rid of it.
Speaker 5: The past is pretty sticky, isn't it.
Speaker 10: Lack mold glasses.
Speaker 5: That's pretty good.
Speaker 10: So what do you do? Fig you a model?
Speaker 5: Let's not spoil things already.
Speaker 10: Sorry, sorry only fans.
Speaker 5: No, no, nothing as upstanding as that. I just take
what I want, I do what I want, I kill
when I feel like it.
Speaker 10: Pretty privilege is so real.
Speaker 5: You're brave to let me in. I honestly am always
amazed at how horny wins over sensible. I once met
up with this guy, so gorgeous but like cracked. He
went on and on about how he was invisible.
Speaker 10: Huh.
Speaker 5: He said the world couldn't see him, that he moved
through life just doing whatever he wanted. No one ever
stopped him, and he could just do or say, or
take or even hurt people, and he would just get
away with it. He said. He hit a man in
the face with a brick in the middle of a supermarket,
shattered his jaw, sent his teeth flying into the piled
up apples. Jesus yeah, and everyone just kept on. Walked by.
A lady brushed one of the guys incisors off a
red Delicious and put it in her bag.
Speaker 10: This is why I don't like meeting people.
Speaker 5: Yeah, you never know who's going to be a cannibal monster.
Speaker 10: He was a cannibal too.
Speaker 5: Oh I don't know, maybe, but I meant me, oh yeah, yeah,
I ate him and took his power. He was the
first other person I met who had been touched by
the maze. I just kind of knew. I felt a
weird pull to him, and then I wasn't sure why.
I just got this urge. I knew if I consumed him,
i'd get what he had, that weird gift curse. No
one would really see me, I thought, I wanted.
Speaker 7: That nice I think you got his good looks too.
Speaker 5: You don't need to keep complimenting me. I'm here, I'm inside.
I plan to stay the night. Did that hurt.
Speaker 10: I mean I was raised right.
Speaker 7: Well, no, not really, but they did teach me to
be complimentary of a date. At least, even if they
do tell creepy stories about all, they did teach me
that was worth.
Speaker 5: The dame shitty parents.
Speaker 7: They'd have to learn to dig upwards to get back
to shitty.
Speaker 5: At least they didn't name you figment Jesus.
Speaker 10: That is a name, isn't it.
Speaker 5: Church of Universal Oneness?
Speaker 9: Huh hippies, Oh sure, did they love you?
Speaker 5: They did.
Speaker 7: Well, I'd forgive them for the name. Then could have
been worse.
Speaker 5: Tell me.
Speaker 7: I didn't even slip up, no search history, getting caught
in the back seat with a boy.
Speaker 2: Nothing.
Speaker 10: They just knew.
Speaker 7: I sounded like my brothers, acted like my friends. I
didn't do anything out of line. The fear kept me
straight as an arrow.
Speaker 10: But they just knew.
Speaker 7: I actually used to think this, and this is really stupid,
but it's how I felt.
Speaker 10: I used to think God ratted me out.
Speaker 7: Huh yeah, So the only person, the only person I
told anything too was okay. So after practice senior year,
the damn kind of finally broke. I was in the
locker room, keeping my eyes to myself, and my friend
Brent Beckner came up to me, and I don't even
remember what he said, but when he turned the light,
the light just caught on the thin layer of sweat
on his collarbone, And.
Speaker 5: Yeah, I was like, fuck damn.
Speaker 7: Yeah, I pushed that shit down below my boots for
so long. But watching this one little drop of water
trace the side of his neck and around his collar
and just wishing it was me, Does that make any sense?
Speaker 5: Oh so much sense. Wow, were bleeding all over.
Speaker 7: There was no denying it anymore. The closet was collapsing.
Speaker 5: Under the weight of Brent Beckner's perfect collarbone.
Speaker 10: Yeah damn.
Speaker 7: But I didn't tell anyone except I stayed up all
night praying.
Speaker 10: I prayed for it not to be true.
Speaker 7: Just please, please, I'll do everything else right, I'll be
the holiest motherfucker alive.
Speaker 9: Just don't let it be true.
Speaker 7: So when two weeks later I found a conversion therapy
pamphlet on my bed next to a pack bag, I
remember thinking.
Speaker 9: You fucker, I asked you for help and you ratted
me out. I begged you and you turned me in.
Speaker 5: Well, I can confirm God is a ratfucker psychopath and
you're bleeding a lot, aren't you.
Speaker 10: You've met God?
Speaker 5: Oh yeah, a couple times.
Speaker 10: Well, if you see him again, ask him, what the hell? Man?
Speaker 5: Sure you're getting pretty pale?
Speaker 10: I mean, I'm not moping. I'm fine.
Speaker 7: I'm great, Like life has been a fucking mess, but
so so much better that whole it gets better.
Speaker 10: Shit.
Speaker 7: I remember seeing that when I was a kid, and
like laughing, I did a full milk spit take when
this rich actor fucker told my hillbilly ass.
Speaker 9: Hey girl, it gets better girl, like.
Speaker 7: Maybe for you, but we all know that ground's not level,
not ever so I mean, but.
Speaker 10: Fuck me right, it did get better. Shit got nuts.
Speaker 7: I pushed my dad down the stairs, grabbed the bag
packed for my conversion therapy, and stole the car. I shit,
I had never told anyone this, but I uh, I set.
Speaker 10: It on fire.
Speaker 7: I knew I couldn't keep it, but I set it
on fire so they would never.
Speaker 10: Get it back. Is that bad?
Speaker 7: I just read this poem about spitte and like revenge
being a poisonous weapon that only works on the wielder.
Speaker 10: What do you think was that to shut me up?
Speaker 5: No? I just wanted to kiss you. I told you
I do whatever I want. Ever, since I ate that guy,
I can just do whatever I want and get away
with it.
Speaker 10: I think you just have a pretty face.
Speaker 5: People don't let you hurt them because you've got a
pretty face.
Speaker 10: Sure they do. I'd let you hurt me. You did, Huh?
Speaker 5: I did? Do you feel I'd had?
Speaker 10: Yeah?
Speaker 7: I thought it was the booze and you it was me.
Speaker 5: The booze isn't helping thins the blood and you're really gushing?
What what do you mean I stabbed you earlier? It's
something important. I think I asked if it hurt, but
you didn't say anything. You won't notice. I can't get caught.
No one sees me do anything bad. I killed you
ten minutes ago.
Speaker 10: That wasn't very nice.
Speaker 5: I told the people in the van outside I was
going to They just stared at me. I honestly don't
think it would have mattered even if they heard me.
They wanted me to get it out of you, found
out how they contact you, steal your phone, just you know,
get it done. But but then you'll call someone about
it or report it to someone or other, and it's
just cleaner this way. Figuratively speaking, normal people can't catch me,
can't stop me. Never know I do anything wrong, But
I don't know about them, you know, and I don't
know if it extends to my friends. Best not to
risk it. Hey, what's your phone code?
Speaker 9: Wow?
Speaker 10: Am I so tired? Ah?
Speaker 7: What?
Speaker 5: It's zero three sixteen three sixteen funny?
Speaker 10: I feel kind of bad.
Speaker 5: Shh, Hey, come here. You won, Okay, you won. You
got to be you, and you made your own life,
your own way, and you were a really good person,
I think, and you got to die young and pretty.
Speaker 10: I'm scared. Why am I scared?
Speaker 5: Look in my eyes?
Speaker 9: Yeah, that's better.
Speaker 5: You want to go to bed with me?
Speaker 10: Then what?
Speaker 5: You and I will have a really nice time while
you stay conscious. He'll drift off to sleep happy. Then
I'll probably eat some of your cheek and leg and
head back down to see my friends, all covered in
your blood and no one will notice or say anything
about it, because the world is fucked and evil and
broken and nothing means anything.
Speaker 10: Can I kiss you some more?
Speaker 5: I love that?
Speaker 7: Then I'm fine with it.
Speaker 2: It had started to rain again by the time fig
got back.
Speaker 5: To the van.
Speaker 4: So have a nice time.
Speaker 5: Yeah, I suppose no one wants to ask about all
this bla blood smeared all over my face?
Speaker 3: Did you figure it out? How they get the deliveries?
Speaker 10: Yeah?
Speaker 5: App on the phone midnight snacks.
Speaker 6: Oh fuck, speaking of snacks, I'm starving. You guys want
to eat?
Speaker 5: Yeah?
Speaker 9: Very much so?
Speaker 4: Yeah sounds good fake huh oh no, I'm full.
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Michael mcgeekon as Ben, Abigail Ramsdale as Molly, Adrian Northam
as Fig, Ellison Cossett as Vicky, and Andrew Fisher as Tommy.