Commercials. Dean comes to, tied to a chair in front of a fire. Cozy! The whole family is there looking at him. One of the brothers remarks that Dean is a fighter and would be fun to hunt. Dadday chuckles, revealing teeth that look as yellow and soft as curdled custard. Dean finally puts it together, realizing that these folks like to hunt people. Dadday takes this opportunity to justify his nasty actions: "You eva keeled befow?" His accent is inscrutable. It's sort of Cajun, I think. Dadday goes on outlining all the hunting he's done in his life: deer, bear, cougars. He goes on, "But the best hunt is human. There's nothing like it. Holding their life in your hands." Somehow, this dude is using his pudding teeth to chew through the screen on my television. Dadday keeps trying to sell Dean a product he doesn't want, claiming that the hunt is a tradition, "passed down from father to son." Cut to one of the brothers, petting Missy's head, Missy rocking back and forth on her heels before sitting down.