Susan "Susie" Glass and Edward "Eddie" Horniman in “Where's My Weed At?”

The state of him. He can barely keep his eyes open. [sighs] So, Eddie, you want to place a further burden upon my shoulders.

Well, I’m sorry if it’s an inconvenience for you, but when we discussed me collecting a vehicle for you, I wasn’t expecting to encounter severed human body parts.

What human body parts?

Finger.

Single or plural?

Single.

Thumb or index?

Little.

Hmm.

It may be the smallest finger on the human hand, but the fact that it’s been hacked off suggests a significant escalation in terms of the people we’re dealing with.

Oh, Eddie. You’re not getting a case of the collywobbles?

No. I’m merely making you aware of the situation. Running it up the chain of command, as it were.

As it were. Now, I’m not suggesting you’ve been lied to, but it’s safe to say the information you’ve been given was incomplete.

But now you have a lead on your weed, I was wondering if there was a scenario where I don’t have to steal a car for you. We have a name.

That’s more than likely a fake name. And the only description we have is from a witness who’s dosed up to the gills on psilocybin. But more importantly, my dad’s asked. He’s got his reasons. He will reciprocate. So, yes, I still need you to steal the car.