WELLL...the local law has finally caught onto Milo, the trail of viscera practically led the cops right to his little shack. The night it all comes to a head tensions between Lonnie and Milo are at an all time high and Milo books it into the bayou, both Lonnie & the local law snapping at his heels between the trees. Sirens blare from the nearby road and shine blindingly into the trees when Lonnie finally catches up to his best friend and uh...puts him down with his old man's shotgun. It was for the best...