A bit upset that Kurt didn't answer the phone, Nick tossed his phone into the cup-holder in his car and sat staring out the window, watching Pellitt as he did some strange karate-type shit in his living room.

Suddenly Harkin got in his car and sped out of the drive-way. Dale smashed his face down into the car door, trying to hide and also trying to watch as Harkin drove away. Once he was gone, Dale jumped out of the car and broke inside with almost impossible ease, a jar of peanuts in hand as he snuck through the house.

Soon the lights went out in Pellitt's home, and Nick stared down at the rat poison in his hands, wondering if he should do it or not. Then, resigned, he grabbed the door handle of his car. But suddenly his phone vibrated, and he gratefully sat back in his seat and answered it.

"Hello?"

"I don't think I can do this," Dale's voice said.

Dale sat in the shower stall in Harkin's bathroom with his knees up to his chest, one hand holding the phone to his ear and the other holding the jar of peanuts.

"I know you really hate Harkin, but... I don't think I can go through with it, man," Dale admitted regrettably.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Nick said quickly. "I know, I- I've been... I've been thinking the same thing."

"Yeah... I'm just... I'm just not a murderer," Dale went on, picking at the label on the peanuts' jar.

Nick looked in his lap at the rat poison, eyes sweeping over the warnings and hazard signs.

A silence fell between them before Nick spoke again.

"Are we backing out, then?" Nick asked.

"I guess, I mean, I don't know, man..." Dale said hesitantly. "I can't do it."

"Okay, yeah, it's fine..." Nick rubbed his face with his hand. "I'll... I'll try Kurt again and see what he wants to do."

"Okay, you do that. I'm gonna get the hell out of here," Dale replied, standing up and stumbling out of the shower.

"All right. Watch out for the cat," Nick added.

"I know, right? That thing is physco! Somehow it got trapped inside the shower, then when I opened the thing it-"

Nick hung up and scrolled through the phone to Kurt's number.

"Nick?" Dale looked at the phone then shrugged, putting it in his pocket. He got his nuts and left the house. Getting in his car, Dale picked up his DVD player and continued watching The Notebook, waiting for a call from Nick or Kurt to tell him what to do next.

Meanwhile, Kurt was having some pretty vulgar sex with Julia. He would later say that she invited him in for sex, which was a fairly accurate statement: Julia was a slut.

Harkin, still driving down the road, looked at Kurt's phone as it began vibrating again. When he saw that it was Nick Hendricks calling, an overwhelming rage boiled in his stomach. He pulled the car into Kurt's driveway and sat staring at the phone, at the goofy face Nick was making for his caller ID picture.

"You're so dead, Hendricks," Harkin scoffed to himself, eyeing the pistol resting on the passenger seat. He watched as Kurt's phone flashed then went silent, showing quietly on the screen that he had two missed calls.

Dave Harkin sat in Kurt's driveway and stewed inwardly with anger, determined to wait for as long as necessary.

Nick, growing weary, called Dale back and told him to go ahead and go to the bar, that Kurt knew to meet them there.

At the bar, Nick sat and nursed on a beer by himself, worry gnawing into his guts. Soon Dale showed up, waving at him from across the bar. Nick waved him over discretely and Dale came and sat down across from him.

"Hey man, long time no see, huh?" Dale said automatically.

"I'm worried about Kurt," Nick said in a low voice.

"Why?" Dale asked.

"He hasn't been answering his phone," Nick glanced over his shoulder, feeling like he was being watched.

"What? Don't worry about it, I'm sure he's fine. His phone probably just died or he lost it up his ass or something. Look, he has Pellitt's phone, right? If he gets in trouble or something he can call us with that. No biggie."

Nick stared dumbly at him for a moment.

"Have you been snorting cocane again?" Nick asked after a moment.

"No, man. That shit's illegal. I'm not a criminal, obviously. Can't even kill another dude's boss, I mean, come on." Dale shrugged.

Nick shook his head in disbelief.

"Shouldn't we at least drive by Julia's and see if his car's still there?" Nick asked.

"Nick, relax. Julia's a whore, I'll give her that much, but she's not dangerous, I don't think," Dale told him.

"You don't think?" Nick glared at Dale.

"Yeah, no, I don't think." Dale nodded.

Nick narrowed his eyes. "Fuck this." He stood up.

"Hey, man, where you going?" Kurt appeared behind him. Nick whirled around.

"Kurt, what the fuck, where's your phone?" Nick demanded.

Kurt frowned. "My phone?" He stuck his hands in his pockets. He pulled out Pellitt's. "Oh..." he looked down at Pellitt's phone, his face scrunched up. "Must've left it in the car or something."

"I've been trying to call you for the past half hour," Nick growled.

"Okay, sorry, I didn't realize I was your bitch," Kurt said darkly. "Jesus, can't go anywhere without mommy riding my ass." He sat down at the table and pouted like a child.

Nick sat back down. "I was just worried about you, okay?" He said, his tone softening.

Kurt looked him up and down. "Yeah, okay," he said apologetically.

"So did you get Julia?" Dale asked suddenly.

"I got her in the bedroom with the lead pipe," Kurt said, grinning.

"Family Guy!" Dale burst out.

"Yeah!" Kurt and Dale slapped hands.

"Are you saying you slept with her?" Nick asked thinly.

"Yeah..." Kurt looked at Dale. "I don't think I can kill her, not any more anyway."

"You fucking pig," Nick shook his head disapprovingly.

"I'm telling you man, she was asking for it," Kurt defended himself. "It's like she knew I was watching her."

He went on with gloriously crude details on how and with what Julia was taunting him.

"That's not a proper meal," Kurt finished, shaking his head.

"Cold to hot." Nick shrugged.

"I couldn't kill Harkin," Dale said suddenly.

Kurt looked at him oddly.

Nick sighed and crossed his arms.

"Yeah, I- I couldn't kill Pellitt, either," he admitted dryly.

"What?" Kurt looked at them in turn. "So we're just gonna give up on this whole thing?"

Dale looked down. Nick shrugged his shoulders.

"Sure, we had it all planned out and everything but, come on, murder? That's pretty extreme for a couple of horrible bosses, don't you think?"

"A few," Nick put in.

"What?"

"A few horrible bosses, not a couple."

"Whatever man, I'm just saying." Dale looked to Kurt for support.

Kurt shifted his feet.

"Well, what about Mother Fucker Jones?" He wondered.