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Mrs. Margaret.

Oh, look at that
pretty broach.

Aren't you so kind?

You have yourself
a lovely day,
Mr. Georgie Wits.

Remember when we promised
we'd wait till you graduated
to get out of here?

Yeah.

You been out...

three years now.

But the situation changed.

Got your daddy
to take care of.

Well...

I wish I could put him
in one of them homes.
That ain't true.

I wish I could put him
into one of them homes
and just make my peace with him.

There's what...
3,000 people live here?

I know 'em all.

By face, at least.

They smile at me,
caring for my dad.

They'll turn on me
in a heartbeat,
they find out I wanna bail.

Everybody's in
everybody's business.

Hey. Come on.

You can be sad, Dwayne.
I ain't sad.

I'm bothered.

I swear, if I stay here
one more day...

Let's go, let's go!

Two, three!
Go, go!

Hey! Shit-heads..

Can't you see
there's a whole big field there
to throw your ball around on?

Yeah, but ain't you
pervin' right now?

Piss off, both of ya!

For me?

Thank you, ma'am.

Come on. Give it another go.
Video's on.

I'm not ready, Dwayne.
I need a rehearsal.

There's no time
for a rehearsal.
Sun's fallin'.

I feel stupid, Dwayne.

Well, you look
like a starlet.

Really?
Yeah.

Just like Natalie Wood.

Think on it
like it's just me and you
practicing in your room.

I'll video
the rehearsal.

Okay.

Hi! Welcome
to Cut Bank, Montana,

where the Rockies
meet the Plains.

My name's
Cassandra Steeley,

and I'd like to show you
my town full of cheer
and wonted kindness.

Here we're surrounded
by miles and miles of wheat
and canola fields...

and soaring mountains.

There's a Blackfoot Indian
reservation close by...

that gives us
rich cultural diversity.

Cut Bank's a treasure
from a bygone ti...
Get down!

Dwayne!
Shh.

Stay down.

Oh, shit.

And soaring mountains.

There's a Blackfoot Indian
reservation close by...

that gives us
rich cultural diversity.

Cut Bank's a treasure
from a bygone ti...

- That ain't it.
He shoots him again.
- Imaginin' suits me.

- Already more disappointin' than I'd like to think on.
- Dinner's ready!

We should call
Sheriff Vogel.
Like this instant.

- We can drive down to see him.
- Dinner's ready.

All right. We're comin'.

Daddy, we just seen
a manslaughter.

Go sit yourselves down to eat,
and I'll phone the sheriff.

- Thanks, Big Stan.
- Call me "sir."

And no mention of this
over the table, okay?

You and me and the sheriff
will talk it over when he comes.

- Big Stan.
- Roland.

Ought I insist
once and again
you call me Sheriff Vogel?

Or you old of the ear?

I see you're still fingerin'
that fairy furry thing.

'Bout time to let
childhood romances go,
don't you think?

It's just
my key chain, Stan.

You sure you still
ain't hangin' on
to somethin'?

- Hiya, Sheriff Vogel.
- Evenin', Barb.

Can I get you men
some pie?

Won't be necessary.

I'd appreciate some.

Dwayne?
Thank you, ma'am.

Mr. Dwayne McClaren.
How are you, son?

- Okay, sir.
- How's your daddy?

Same pretty much,
but he's okay.

Ever tell you 'bout the time
that he saved me...

from gettin' whooped
by Fred and George Little
back in school?

Made me look like a champ
in front of Celine Towers.

Celine was very pretty.

Gave me the grit
to ask her out after that.

He's a good man.
Pass along my best to him,
will you?

Yes, sir.

So, we got ourselves
a video of a murder?

Yes, sir.

All right then.

Hi! Welcome to
Cut Bank, Montana,

where the Rockies
meet the Plains.

My name's Cassandra Steeley,
and I'd like to show you...

my town full of cheer
and wonted kindness.

Here we're surrounded
my miles and miles of wheat
and canola fields...

and soaring mountains.

There's a Blackfoot Indian
reservation close by...

that gives us
a rich cultural diversity.

Cut Bank's a treasure
from a bygone ti...

Dwayne!

That, indeed, is the taking
of a human life.

First murder
this town has ever seen.

Excuse me just one second.

You all right, Sheriff Vogel?

Dinner ain't
sittin' well is all.

That was Georgie Wits.

Mailman and beloved
town acquaintance.

Hell, I never knew him.
Seemed awfully friendly
though.

I'll have Mimi dub a copy
for Mrs. Margaret...

tomorrow first thing.

Man Chattering ]

Sorry.

My shift ends at 9:00.

Put us in
for overtime.

Any more of this,
and I quit.

You're almost out.

Damn thing suits you better
than it does me.

Match, look at your face!

You're afraid.

Match, give it up!
It was a joke, okay?
I'm sorry!

I didn't mean to burn you.

Does that hurt?

Jesus, practice
a little self-control.

Get a grip.

We're 15 miles from town.

Nobody gonna see us.

Oh, nice. Well, let's just
read each other's minds.

Be pretty short
for me to read yours.

Money? Lookit.
You want it now, you got it.

Five grand.
It's all right here.

Truck make it back
to the garage okay?

Very good.

Anybody see you?

You cut up
the truck pretty good.
Anything left?

Mail?

No, no. You were supposed
to torch the mail.

You know that.
That was part of
the original deal.

I'm sorry, pal.
You're not gettin' this.

Ow! Jesus.

It's yours, it's yours.
I'm not one to go back
on a deal. You know that.

I like you.
It's a joke.

God. Give me a hug.

Jesus!

Fuckin' Native.

Wait! Wait!

Wait, Dwayne! Wait!

Wait up!

It true about
your murder video?

Let me see that thing.

You ought to stop
snacking on them Ho Hos,

you got a chance of makin'
Pop Warner ball.

- Well, I'm faster than him.
- No, you aren't.

Well, let's see then.

Set. Hut!

I just received the video,
and I alerted Postal Inspection
Services immediately.

While it don't feel fittin',
I was just about to watch this.

So if you'll excuse me
just a second...

Now, why would someone
do something like that?

Georgie Wits
was a nice man.
Harmless.

Canadian, even.

What do I need to do?

Oh, I took care of it.

They told me that
Postal Inspection Services...

should be here
before week's end.

This troubles my heart
so deeply.

A woman my age
ain't meant to carry that.

Okay. Thanks.

Derby Milton.

Your granddaughter ought to take
that insurance confirmation
to the post office.

She can get reimbursed for it
and make you a new album
at no extra cost.

A sad condition here
that we're wearin'.

Yeah.

How now!

Derby Milton?
That you?

I thought
you was dead, son.

You oughta wash
that cabin boy costume more.

Smells like medicines
and insects.

Well, Derby.
Ain't you become
ever so handsome.

What can I do you for?

I'm, uh...

waiting on a p-parcel.

You ain't heard?
They murdered the mailman.

Out there
on Highway 358.

Where's the mail?
They kidnapped it.

No sign of Georgie.
No mail. No truck.

It might come tomorrow.
I'm sorry.

I promise he'll return
your call, Mrs. Margaret.

No need to keep callin'.

Mornin', Mimi.
Sheriff.

Killer is drivin' a dually,

so let's run a search
through the D.M.V....

of the F-350s
and the Chevy and Dodge
3500s...

in Glacier
and the neighboring counties.

What's this?
Department statement.

News stations
been callin' all mornin'.
Need you to sign it.

What on earth would possess
a person to put six tires
on a truck that size?

I can't imagine.
Testosterone, I speculate.

I seen Derby Milton.

Derby Milton?

I didn't know
he was still here.

Outside of the post office.

Stopping the mail
chases even the recluses
out of the woodwork.

And let's rustle up
a list of the biggest men
in the county.

Get a chance
and call Mrs. Margaret.

She's been askin'
on the progress
of the case all day.

Yeah.
And call Mrs. Margaret.

Can't believe it happened
on our spot.

Well, not much
of a spot.

So you're really getting
all that money?

Postal inspector's coming
from the nation's capital
to give it to me.

Wow. How much?

A lifetime sum.

Shit.

Um...

I signed up for
the Miss Cut Bank pageant.

Right.
Hey!
I'm gonna win it.

And we're gonna need
those $5,000 to make
our new life in Butte.

Butte?
Yeah!

Don't sell yourself short,
hummingbird.

The money I'm getting,
we're moving to California.

California?
Yeah.

I'll start
my own body shop.

Ain't like
startin' a business
is easy, dummy.

Hey, I'm good for it.
May not know how they
do in the city yet,

but I sure as hell
know how to fix cars.

Gonna be workin'
for your daddy
the rest of our lives?

No way.

You know
I'll take care of you.

Do whatever it takes.

Yeah.

I'm proud of you.

I know.

Me and Miss Cut Bank,
chasin' it.

You know my lot out there
by the fill bins?

The old junk heap I keep
for spare parts?

Yes, sir.

I'm sellin' it off
to Marty Corcoran.

If I may, sir,
that place is a gold mine.

Neither me or you or Match
or none of us has been out there
in years...

for it to be worth
the taxes I cough up.

Marty's priced it
at a mean dollar.

Way more
than it oughta get.

So I'm promoting you out there
to forage for the parts
that we can clean up...

and use it to shop
till the deal's done.

So where the hell
was Match today?

Ah, you know
how unreliable Match is.

Well, you gotta learn
to take responsibility
for your colleagues.

It's the first lesson
of leadership.

What in fuckin' hell
are you up to here?

Dwayne! I just had
a heart attack.

I thought you were
the God-forbid.

I am the God-forbid.

Big Stan's turning his head
to make a dollar off the lot.

He's gonna be passin' by
with Marty Corcoran.

And here you are
off in the land of nod...

with the jazzy playin'
and beer cans all about.

You gotta be
the most fat-headed ass.

Whitefish Marty Corcoran?
Huge prick.

What the fuck you doin'
loading live rounds?

Protection.

Could you please
not point my own goddamn
hand cannon at me?

I have heart problems,
Dwayne.

Big Stan's got me foragin'
for parts in the mean.

Well, that's consolation.
We can play us off okay.

That ain't any consolation,
Georgie.

That's a fuckin' monkey wrench
grabbin' ahold of my innards.

You gotta be on point.
Lock the damn gate.

Stick to the plan.

Can we take a breath here?

Just relax.

My plan, my rules.

You're not gonna
fuck this up, Georgie.

Fair enough.

Did you see Mrs. Margaret?

Yeah.
And?

Postal inspector
should be here any day.

That's good.

That gives us
a week, tops.

I need you to relax.

Match did not torch the mail.

It's... I know.
It's still in the garage.

I can't do it.
I need to be seen workin'.

That's on you, mailman.
You're dead.

But you're alive,

and I can't afford
to be seen not dead.

So you do it.

God to honest, Georgie.
You keep this place tidy.

No beer cans.
No lights.

Am I still the only one
with the number to your prepaid?

Great.

I'll call you
if whatever.

Hello.
They got me in from Shelby
runnin' the routes.

Sure you ain't got
a p-parcel for me?

Yep. Nothin'.

Good mornin', Mimi.

Give me five bills
on Tom's Creek
within the spread.

And tell me
how Lester's kid's
been pitching.

There's a postal inspector
from the capital here
to visit with you.

Nation's capital?
What's that?

A list of the county's
largest men.

Jesus Christ!
Thirty-five already?

Did he just take
the Lord's name?

Depends on how fat he is.
I mean, really fat?

Really?

Really?

Like baby Babe Ruth
kind of a thing?

Well, then I want a grand
on Lester's team.

What do you think this is,
arts and crafts?

It's Little League
baseball, Oly.

Tell him to sack up!

So, I was told
that this is the coldest
town in the nation,

and yet I'm sweating
like a whore in church.

Temperature moderates
in summer.

Have you had lunch yet?
Forgot it again at home.

What is the best steakhouse
you got? I need a beer.

- There you go, fellas.
- Thank you, darlin'.

For you, and for you.

Yes. Thank you, darling.

United States
Postal Inspector Joe Barret.
It's a pleasure.

Oh. It's a pleasure
to meet ya.

Okay.
Enjoy, Sheriff Vogel,
Inspector Joe.

Appreciate understated
establishments.

Best meals always found
in the unlikeliest
of places, right?

Best fuckin' steak
I ever had?

This one.

Harvey's known
to be a grill master.

I hear right, you're
competin' in this year's
Miss Cut Bank pageant?

Oh, I...
Bet you didn't know
I was Miss Cut Bank.

Yep.

1987.

What?

And I'm telling you this...

'cause... well,
between you and me,

you got real good chances
of winnin'.

Yeah?

Be one of the most important
days you'll ever live.

Speaking of which,
I got this thing back home.

In our nation's capital?

Bethesda.
It's the neighbor town.

Anyway, this thing...

- Do you have kids,
Sheriff Vogel?
- No, sir.

Well...

Please.
You're the sheriff,
I'm the inspector.

We're two of the same.

You call me Joe,
I call you...

Sheriff Vogel.

That a first
and last name?

Just my name.

Have I offended you somehow,
Sheriff?

No, sir... Joe.

If I seem wooden,
it's only because...

I'm havin' a little trouble
understanding what
your purpose is here, Joe.

I got a town full
of concerned citizens...

and a puzzle of a case
that needs fittin'
the pieces together.

So, you know,
I got big-time duties
I got to get back to.

I'll be brief.

I got this engagement back home
top of the week.

- Once-in-a-year
kind of a thing.
- Sounds pressing.

Indeed. Service heard
there's a videotape...

of one of their employees
getting murdered,

sent me out here
to pass along a large reward
to the creator of said video.

My hope is that you and I
work together expeditiously,
get this deal done,

so we can all get back
to our pressing matters.

What sayest?

Reasonable man.
I do like you, Sheriff Vogel.
Really, I do.

- Have you seen the video?
- Yes, sir... Joe.

Does your mailman
get murdered in it?

Evidence for a court.

All I need is to see
the mailman's dead body,
and we are set.

I'm at
the Glacier Gateway Inn,

and this has been
a pleasure.

Excuse me, Mr. Match.

We were wonderin'
if you can be "it."

He's counting!

Say.
Ain't you Derby Milton?

Ain't this somethin'?
I... I thought you was dead.

I can help you with that.

I remember.

You was always quiet.

Really smart too.

Derby Milton.

Come to think,

I ain't seen you
since you was workin'
at the national park.

You have these
in a b-bigger size?

What do you need
a bigger size for?

Say you're a nine?

Besides, we don't carry
anything above a 14.

Anybody b-buy
a bigger size of these?

That's an odd thing to ask.

Why are you askin'?

We'd have to special order
a shoe of that size in
from the manufacturer.

Well... we haven't.

Well, let me check
with our sister store
in Browning.

Native on the reservation
ordered a size 16
'bout seven months ago.

Thank you.

So, uh, taking you don't
need the nines, or, uh...

Perhaps you can show me
the mail truck.

P-Parcel in there
belongs to me.

Perhaps you saw it.

Perhaps your...

accomplices may know where
I can find my p-parcel.

I would appreciate
if you told me...

where I can find
my p-parcel.

and I think I'd make
a great Miss Cut Bank...

because...

Oh!
I keep running into you,
Sheriff Vogel.

Don't it seem?
Pretty good.

Oh, thanks.
Only space that's wide
enough like a stage,

so I've been
practicing my dance.

Well, the bit I saw
looked blue ribbon to me.

Your daddy in?
No, he's not.

You try his cell?
Ain't pickin' up.

Oh. Must be with a client.
He never picks up
when he's with clients.

Yeah. Just wanted
to inquire about a truck.
I'll see him when I do.

You know, Dwayne's out back.

Maybe he can help ya.
Okay.

Well, keep doin'
what you're doin'.

How's the investigation?

Oh, comin' along.

I sure feel okay
with you on it.

And Dwayne...
he thinks of you
like a daddy, so...

Just thanks
for what you're doin'.

Good luck with your dancin'.

Hiya, Dwayne.

Sheriff Vogel.

Pretty slow business
today.

We're closed.
Steeley's got me at the junk lot
foragin' for usable parts.

Fixin' to sell the lot
to Marty Corcoran.

Whitefish Marty Corcoran.
Good fella.

Had a question for your boss.
Maybe you can help me with it.

Sure.

Do you remember
seein' around here...

a dually 'bout the size
of an F-350?

Uh,

used to have a truck like that
back when we towed,

but that was...
five, six years ago.

Mm-hmm.

- Steeley gave it away.
- You know who he gave it to?

No. Sorry.

- You work here alone?
- Me and the Native.

The Native...
What's his name?

Match.
Match. Match what?

Uh, Tasunke.

Match Tasunke.

Where is he today?

Ain't seen him
since a few days back.

By the way, I had lunch
today with that, uh,

postal inspector
from D.C.,

and he wants to meet you,
but I gotta find
the body first.

Then you'll be set.

The body?
Mmm.

Match Tasunke, huh?

Mr. Tasunke?
Police.

Hello. No one is available
to take your call.

Please leave a message
after the tone.

It's a swell property.

Let's deal inside.

Step right in, Marty.

Jesus H.

Oh, come on.
Kid doesn't appreciate
vintage when he sees it.

Certainly appreciates
that funny nectar.

I'm sorry about
the state around here, Marty.

It's all about
the structure, you know?
The property.

That's
the important thing.
Jesus.

Jesus.

Get back to ya.

Right.

It's good seein' you.

Dwayne.
Mr. Corcoran.

- Well, give my best
to Sherry, will you?
- Bet ya.

What the hell's going on here?

I come with
my prospective buyer,

and you make me out
to be an imbecile.

All the blinds are shut,
there's enough beer cans over
there for a three-day binge,

phonograph turnin'.

- Looks like
a hobo camp in here.
- Won't happen again, sir.

You're damn right!
Give thanks I don't turn you
to unemployment, kid.

- Is your brow sweatin'?
- No, sir.

Look me in the eye
when I'm talkin' to you.

I've been
cleaning them parts
like you said.

I'm sorry
about the beer.

I'm on to you.

What are you
talking about?

Of all the places
you can point a camera,

you point it
at a money-makin' crime.

Now, that's downright lucky,
and lucky don't run
in your blood.

You and me both know that.

It'd take perfect execution
to pull off that kinda ploy,
and I ain't smart for that.

Your squirrelly ass don't
wanna know what'll happen
if you stick around.

You abused my trust.
I thought better of you.

Now get outta here.
Big Stan...

Get!

I'm pretty goddamned
disappointed in you!
You stay out of my face!

Don't make me
tell you again.

Now who do we have here?

What, are you tweeked
on some drugs or something?

Get out of there!

Come on! Get out!
Oh, geez.

Get out of there!

Georgie Wits?

Me?

You mind
givin' us a minute?

I'm done here at 9:00.

I got events under way
that are makin' my time
difficult.

I'd appreciate if you'd
draw your line in the sand
some other time.

I need privacy.

This is a great event.

I got somethin' on my chest,
and I'm just gonna say it,
if it's okay.

I know how hard
this will be on you.

That business you seen on
the news about the mailman...

I set everyone up on that.

I did it.

And I'm sorry.

I never wanted to let you down,
but I wanted you to know
in honest.

I ruined everything.

I ruined everything,
and I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Thought you was d-dead.

Uh, I'm looking
for my p-parcel.

Figure you stoled it.

It was addressed to
4 Woolly Walnut Trail.

I deliver a package there
every year in June.

You know how many flats I've had
trying to get to you?

I know where
your package is.

You operate on one
really weird mail cycle.

I, uh...

I ain't got p-patience.
Patience?

Well, that's a fuckin' virtue.
You ought to get it.

Uh, gonna give me
hitches like the Indian?

You threatened the Native?

Oh, I'm sure you got
a lot out of him.

You know, I...
I don't like your tone.

That's, uh...
That shit you're doing
with the, uh, crowbar there...

and your tone,
I don't like it.

And you think you're
gonna come threaten me
and pry your package out of me?

Well, that's
real fuckin' clever.

You know what?
I'm starting to think
that you might be an asshole.

It doesn't have to
be like that.

You can talk to me
like a civilized
fucking human being.

Just want my p-parcel.

Well, y-y-y-you know what?

Fuck you.

I got news for you.

Your way ain't
the way shit works.

You can't just come up here
and prance in anytime
you want...

and knock me around
on your own agenda.

I got my own agenda.

But does anybody respect it?

No way, José.

You're the virus of my job.

A forest-child
fuckin' mongoloid.

What? You want me
to smile at you...

like a happy
fucking mailman?

Oh, creepy fuck nuts,

thank you so much
for showing me
your shiny lever.

Well, for me, all day long
it's, uh, "Howdy, ma'am.
How are you? Here's your mail.

Say hi to the kids for me."

Of the pleasantries
demanded of me,

I say fuck it.

And fuck them.

And fuck you!

Ow!

Oh.

I'm sorry.

I-I-I was kidding.

It was a joke.

I mean,
I don't know much.

It-It was the other guy
all the way.
It was his plan, not mine.

Come on, we're friends, man.
We're friends.

I mean, it was...
it was Dwayne.

Come on, it's...
We're... We're friends.

Ow!

Ow!

- Sheriff Vogel?
- Just the man I needed to see.

- I need to talk to you.
- Did you see Big Stan?

- Yeah.
- Did you tell him
I needed a word with him?

- I didn't get a chance
to get a word...
- When did you see him?

Midday. He was...

transacting a deal with Marty
Corcoran at the junk lot.
Yeah. I figured.

I couldn't get
ahold of him at all.
Sir, I, uh...

You know what I seen today?

Match Tasunke murdered
in his own home.

This must be
the most disappointing day
of my entire life.

Match is dead?

Murdered.
Second murder on this case.

First murder
I seen in person.

I'm sorry, son.
I should have delivered
that news more kindly.

And Mrs. Steeley calls.

She's worried stiff
'cause she hasn't heard
from her husband all day,

and he didn't come
home tonight.

Don't mention that
to Cassandra,

'cause these things
tend to turn out quiet
more often than not.

Listen, I want you to
take Cassandra out tonight,

show her a good time...
with her mother's blessing.

Okay? Can I trust you?

No, sir. I can't.
Take it.

You're good for it.

And if you're not,
I know where to find you.
Go on, son.

I'm gonna go off to have a poke
around Big Stan's junk lot.

Hello. This is Jorry's.

Hello?

Next time you want to do
double or nothin', Kenny,
I am right here.

Whoo!

Used some sort of jimmy.

Wasn't enough
just to shoot him?

What'd they torture
Georgie for?

My little hustler.

You good?
Yeah.

What's happened?
Turn that up.

Georgie Wits has indeed
been confirmed dead.

Dwayne.
His body was discovered
at a derelict junk lot...

on the outskirts of Cut Bank.
Y'all remember?

We've yet to receive
an official statement.
I love you.

But what I can tell you
is that the mood here
is certainly somber.

Thank you for that
special report.

Well, I'll be damned.
They found Georgie Wits.

We got to go.

Come on.

He'll be in the freezer till
the medical examiner gets back
from Great Falls.

- When the fuck's that happening?
- Figure on Monday.

Goddamn it.

So... So I get my death
certificate then?

Georgie Wits appears
tortured and dead right here
on Big Stan's plot...

while Big Stan
up and disappears.

And that ain't
a puzzle to you?

Who the fuck's Big Stan?

Sheriff Vogel,
I got somethin'.

Who's that?

That's Big Stan.

We got to leave
town tonight.

There's a man on a rampage
huntin' people.

He killed Georgie.
He killed Match.
Now he's comin' after me.

Now or never,
no lookin' back.
Can you do that?

Baby, he's gonna kill me.

I been callin' and callin'!
We gotta go!
What?

He ain't woke up yet,
but he's alive.

Come on.

What, you make a habit out
of cowin' girls like that?

Now,

Milton boy.

D-Derby.

Derby Milton.

I should see
the other hombre, right?

Dwayne McClaren here?

Took off with his girlie.

God knows what they're doin'
and where they're doin' it.

You know she's competin'
in the Miss Cut Bank pageant
tomorrow?

You remember me
when I was Miss Cut Bank?

I remember you sitting up there
in the third row...

watchin' me with those cute
little pencil-head eyes.

I bet you were undressin' me
in your head.

Closed.

We're closed.

Hey, aren't you that
twitchy fuckin' recluse?

Easy, Harvey.

Derby Milton ain't nothin'
but gentlemanly.

I asked you
a question, boy.

Hey, where are
you goin'?

So, the Dwayne McClaren.

Got you a piece
of peach cobbler.

Little known fact...

the best cobblers in the world
are found in hospital
food courts.

You're not gonna
eat all that, are you?

U.S.P.I. Joe Barret.

Congratulations, kid.

I send you your check
as soon as the sheriff
does his paperwork.

Shouldn't be more
than a few months or so.

I thought it was immediate.

Nothing's immediate
in this life...

except self-stimulation,

and even that sometimes,
you know,
takes a little patience.

Damn. This is the best
fucking cobbler I ever had.

Can I give you
a forwarding address?

I don't see why not.

What's the capital like?

Dirty, stressful, angry,

lonely, corrupt
and expensive.

And you like it?

I love it.

Thank you, sir.

I'll be in touch.

He's still unconscious.

We're not getting the money.

What?

Not for a few months.

I have to win
the pageant then.

Dwayne, we can't leave
till after.

We'll stay here with
Big Steeley tonight.

Harvey called in
from Jorry's late night.

Drunk brawl's his problem.

He's saying Derby Milton
come in after closing
lookin' to whoop.

Harvey wants
his due redressal.

Derby Milton?

I'll see to it
before I come in today.

Thanks much, Mimi.

We, the people,
in order to form
a more perfect union,

establish justice...

Dry them tears.

Look at me.

Hummingbird,

you're ready.

It just don't feel right
with everything and whatnot.

We just seen him.

Nurse said
he'll wake up soon enough
and he'll be A-plus.

Okay?

Derby Milton, Sheriff Vogel.
Just need a word.

Derby Milton?

Hi. My name's
Cassandra Steeley.

And I think I'd make
a great Miss Cut Bank
because...

Oh.

So, what's this secret business
you got with Derby Milton?

He stopped by Jorry's
after hours last night
askin' about you.

Whooped up on Harvey
real good.

Hey!
Ow! Ow!

Excuse me.

Wait.

Freeze!
On the ground!

On the ground!

Your daddy used to c-carry
that rifle with him every day.

You look like him.

Chamber's empty.

This six-shooter
familiar to you?

Why are you huntin' me now?

Huntin' for my p-parcel.

Spent last night
sittin' right here.

Orson and me,
we used to b-be colleagues.

Oh, yeah?
Mmm.

Both us worked
at the national p-park.

Never knew he left town.

Mm, he did.

Two summers.

That rifle got me
thinkin' on a t-time then.

And then one mornin',

Orson here finds
the lodge kitchen a mess.

Seems a mama bear
broke in lookin' for supper.

Same night, uh,

her two babies
find the Dumpster...

and climb on in
for a feast.

I remember
that mornin' clearly.

Ranger decided mama
had crossed the line.

Become a threat
to public safety.

Ranger and me and Orson
picked 'em up,

take 'em into the woods
like normal.

But this time,

the ranger tells Orson
to get his Winchester.

Orson says, uh,
he can't do it.

Ranger hands it to me.

Says, "Babies first."

Like I was
sacrificing a lamb...

so people
could smile on and...

s-s...

snap their photos.

I ain't been able to see
folks for nothin' but...

talkin' bobbleheads since.

And-And, uh, animals?

Been keepin' 'em safe
from people.

Preservin' their honesty.

Started that fall.

Poacher stumbled upon my place.

Perturbed me.

So I snatched his neck.

I need that p-parcel.

Dwayne?

Are you here?

Baby?

Here you are.

- Where were you?
- I won.

Close your eyes.

You don't see me,

I don't see you.

This calms the nerves.

That'll k-kill ya.

You mind if I...
Out the window?

You a litterbug?

She ain't got nothin'
to do with this.
She don't know nothin'.

No more t-talking.

Get d-down.
S-Stay low.

We're closed.

Just need to grab somethin'
from 224.

If you don't mind.

I'm right here.

We're gonna be fine.

It's okay. It's okay.

What's inside?

Nothin'.

I'm here.
We're gonna be fine.

We're gonna be fine. Okay?
We're gonna be fine.

You been...

decent with me.

I was gonna be
d-d-decent back.

What are you doin'?

Hey, you don't
have to do that.

Please.

Please, please,
don't do that.
Don't do that.

Come on, please.

Don't do that. Don't do that.
Please. Come on, man. Come on.
Come on.

Listen to me.
Listen to me.

Uh, slow breaths, babe.
Slow breaths.

Slow breaths, okay?

I'm right here.
We're gonna be fine.
We're gonna be fine.

- You're gonna be fine.

Derby Milton,
freeze right there.

Step out of the car,
Derby Milton.

Show me your hands.

I had a curious dream
while I was under.

I was at our old fishin' hole
from when we were kids.

It's true about flashing
visions of your life
and the pearly gates?

It wasn't like that.

I saw that damn rabbit's foot
you're twirlin' around
your finger there.

Could have been any rabbit foot.

Celine Towers gave you
that damn thing the day
she left town for good.

And she wanted you
to go with her,

and you didn't.

I never could
understand why myself.

I wanted that gesture
so bad.

I wanted Celine
to swoop back into town
and take me away.

And now I'm, uh,

married with family
for nearly 27 years.

You had your chance.

I'm figurin' I can't control
the way things change.

I ought to stop tryin'.

It seems for the best.

We got some quick formalities
we need to see to.

I ain't been down here
but twice in my life.
Takes a mean gut.

But there's something
I want you to see.

Nothin' this past week
made any sense.

And then last night,
I woke up with
the dumbest epiphany.

There's your
slap-dash video...

of Georgie gettin'
two in the chest.

So if my imagination
wanders,

I could piece together
a situation...

where this is all part
of a ruse gone bad,

what with the reward money
and all.

And folks with that kind
of imagination, I bet,

could fair well
if they stayed honest.

Slide this under his back.

I know that
I ain't very clever.

My expertise is in the simple.
And that ain't for everybody
either.

Sometimes in life,

the truth...

is more than I prefer.

This is one of those times.

If you need to leave,
you ought to have left already.

Waitin' around for lucky money,
that's for sallies...

and lazies.

The price for this,
you gonna be passing on
that reward money.

And I'm firin' you.

Severance will keep you
afloat for a spell.

I'll pay you back, sir.
You're damn right.

Me and Roland,
we'll take care of your daddy.

It's about time
you had some family around here
helpin' you out.

Reckon you wouldn't
get this kind of pass
in the big city,

and you best not
ever need it again.

And not a word to Cassandra
about this.

First time
I ever used my vest.

Overwhelmingly
glad to see you.
Oh, there he is.

You go ahead, sir.

Thank you, Sheriff Vogel.

Wait! Wait!