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[clattering]

[muted chatter]

[air hisses]

[man 1] Come on. Let's go. Let's go.

[man 2] Give us all you got, baby.

[man 3] You gotta eight to work, Goatee.

[Goatee] Come on. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

-[muted chatter]

[Goatee] Gotta tough it out, man!

[laughing]

[man 3] [indistinct] eight hours. Let's move.

-[air hisses] -[oil drips]

[man 3] [indistinct] hold the drill [indistinct], boys.

Get movin'. [indistinct]

Goatee [indistinct] that girl last night.

[exciting music playing]

[man 2] Right there, right there. Come on now.

[chatter continues]

[Scar] Watch what you're doing.

[Goatee] All right.

[man laughing]

[shouting and chatter]

[man] [indistinct] breaking out right now here.

And this whole time,

I've been building up to kiss this girl.

[dog whining]

And that's one thing you gotta do.

You gotta, you gotta learn to build up the suspense.

You get that.

I thought [indistinct] the end of the story.

[indistinct chatter]

[soft, solemn music playing]

[dog whines]

[Chris] Oh. [laughs]

[chatter continues]

[men chattering]

-[air hissing] -[man] You gotta set the switch.

[clanking]

[indistinct chatter]

[man laughing]

[clanks]

[man] Congratulations. You're here, man.

[loud honking]

[punches time clock]

-All right. See you tomorrow.

-Yeah. Oh, you won't, actually.

It's my last day.

-That's right. Well, uh...

Well, it was nice working with you.

-Yeah.

All right.

[punches time clock]

[distant chatter]

[slow music playing]

[man] Okay, I'll see you later.

[man] Good deal.

[man whistles]

-You think we'd let you go without a send-off?

Huh?

[Chris] Guys. [laughs]

Wow.

Oh, man. Thank you. Thank you.

But I got a 16-hour car ride. -Come on.

Sip or two sharpens the reflexes.

-All right. -All right.

-Cheers. -Cheers, boys.

-You know, three months ago,

I took one look at Chris and I thought,

there is no way this college twerp's

gonna keep up with how hard we work.

-[Scar chuckles]

-But now I know he can't.

[laughter]

-All right. All right.

-We made you this gift basket.

[Chris] Wow. Thank you, guys. Okay.

I'm kinda gettin' some mixed messages here.

We got spark plugs and cheese, duct tape and vodka...

condoms and bacon? What?

-Ingredients for a perfect honeymoon.

[laughter]

-Road flares and rice?

[Goatee] One of those is thrown at a wedding.

Choose wisely. [chuckles]

[Scar] Just don't forget about us

when you're some highfalutin Fluids Engineer.

-Oh, no. No. Never. No.

What are your names again?

[laughter]

-Oh, cheers, boys. Cheers. Cheers.

[Chris] Cheers, guys.

[car trunk opens]

[dog whining]

-Hey, what do you think of this?

-Wow, that looks incredible.

-Yeah.

It's coming together.

I just have to make sure to tell the photographer

to stick to this angle and not...

this one.

-Hey, I don't mind seeing those.

Bet your parents don't either.

-Well, like I told Daddy,

oil has and always will be my entire life,

so I get to not have it in our wedding photos,

if I so choose.

-[laughs]

Hey, um...

I was calling because, uh, how would you feel about

one more wedding guest?

There's this dog that's been

hanging around the derrick, and, um,

you know, with winter coming up,

if she stays here,

she won't be long for this world.

-Well... maybe if you get her cleaned up and checked out.

You've got T-minus four days.

My staff will take care of everything here.

-All right. I'll see you soon.

[soft music playing]

[dog panting happily]

[dog whines]

Here you go.

Okay, come on.

Don't take all of it, all right?

[soft music playing]

[birds chirping]

[distant siren wailing]

[emotional music playing]

[sighs]

-[loud thud] -Geez!

-Hot damn.

I thought that was you.

Were you about to leave?

[Donnie] Ray.

Can't be that far, man.

-It's my son.

-Wonderful.

Get back here.

-Yeah. Yeah.

Forget I'm a kept man.

Well, get out. Let me look at you.

[seatbelt unlocks]

[car door opens, shuts]

Come here.

-[sighs]

I'm good right here.

-Well, let me show you around at least.

-Visitors can't enter the resident room.

[Ray] Can we sit in the common room,

order a pizza?

[Donnie] Not without prior approval.

-Work with me, Donnie.

Is he allowed on the porch?

[Chris] Okay, really. It's okay.

I-- I'm just passing through.

Wanted to give you something.

-A swift kick in the teeth?

-Wow.

Yeah, I'm getting married in a few days.

-Wow.

-Wasn't completely sold on the idea of telling you,

but my fianceé was.

-Careful about giving them too much control

right out the gate.

-See, this-- this, th-- I... this was a mistake.

-No. A mistake is sitting behind the wheel of a getaway car

while your buddies turn a robbery

into a murder scene.

Chris.

Chris, come on. -Ray.

-Chris, don't go. -[car engine starts]

-Please, Chris.

[car engine revs]

-Ray...

Ray!

[footsteps]

[car door opens]

-[car door closes] -All right.

[dog yawns]

-So music doesn't wake you or big rigs passing by,

but food.

All right.

There you go.

[message notification pings]

[phone keys tapping]

[message sent]

I'm glad you're awake. I could use the company.

-[host] [on radio] Okay.

So this is a relatively new metal detector.

-[caller] [on radio] Uh-huh.

-[host] [on radio] And how much do you want for it?

-[caller] [on radio] Three grand.

-[host] [on radio] Would you consider a trade?

-[caller] [on radio] Sure.

Maybe someone out there has some conversation.

-You're out of your mind, pal.

-[host] [on radio] Who is going to trade a metal detector

for a Mercedes?

-[caller] [on radio] Yeah. -Ooh.

-[caller] [on radio] Well, it's in good shape.

-Bless you.

-[host] [on radio] Well, if you're listening out there--

-You all right back there? - and you're in need

of a new metal detector -[dog vomits]

-and you've got a Mercedes,

we got a deal for you. -Oh, no.

Damn it. All over yourself, huh?

Let's get you cleaned up.

Let's see.

-[host] [on radio] Tell me a little bit more about--

-There we go.

[car approaching]

-[car door opens] -All right.

Come on, girl. -[car door closes]

Oh, you poor thing. You're a mess.

[door creaks open]

[laughs] Oh. All right.

We'll get you cleaned up in no time here.

You know what? This is my fault.

Can't go from famine to feast all at once, huh?

Oh.

All right.

Let me see it.

Let me see.

Here we go.

Oh, I forgot. I got you a little present.

Oh, there we go.

Looking like a new pup.

[chuckles]

[tires squealing outside]

Shh.

-[man] Let's go hunting, boys.

[muted chatter]

-Shut the fuck up already.

Why don't you check the car?

Anyone in this? It can't be.

Whoo-hoo.

What's on the menu tonight?

[indistinct chatter]

-[whispering] Hey, come here, come here, come here.

Come on, buddy. Come on.

Sshh. Let's go.

-Let's go. -[door opening]

[dog whining]

-[whispering] Sshh.

[light switch clicks off]

[light switch clicks on]

[items clatter]

[muted chatter, laughter]

[tense music playing]

[man] [whispering sing-song] Whatcha doin' in there?

Are you hiding, all alone and scared?

[coins clanking]

Okay.

You can come out now.

-Listen, just-- just leave me the fuck alone.

[loud thud]

All right. You know what?

I'm-- I'm-- I'm calling the cops.

[man] That's fine.

You can tell them you're at marker 72.

-All right, listen. Just...

what do you want? You want my car?

Just...

[car key slides]

[man] [whispering] Come out. Come out. Come out.

[switchblade clicks]

[whispering] You gonna come play with me?

[lights switched off]

[whispering] Sorry, I meant come play with us.

[door slams]

[shouting and grunting]

-That's a cute little dog you got there.

-[stabs knife] -[man grunts in pain]

-[overlapping grunting] -[punches thrown]

[disturbing music playing]

[circada sizzling]

[dog whines in pain]

[Chris breathing heavily]

[Chris grunts]

[slow, tense music playing]

[birds chirping]

[knocks on door]

Hello?

Is anyone there?

[knocks on door]

-Hey. I don't open till nine.

-Hey. Hey. Please.

Please.

My dog, she's seriously injured.

[front door system beeps]

-Just to the right.

-Okay.

-Someone kicked her?

-Yeah. Or-- or hit her with something.

-[distant dogs barking] -Just right here?

-Yep.

-There you go. -All right, girl.

-There you go. [grunts]

-You okay? -Yeah. Yeah.

No, I'm good. Good.

Just, you know, just-- just worried about my dog.

-What's her name?

-I, uh... haven't had her long enough.

I mean, what do you... what do you think?

Is... is she gonna die?

[dog whining in pain]

-It's too soon to tell.

She's hurt real bad.

There's a lot of scarring from previous injuries.

-Poor thing.

She's, uh... she's had a tough go of it.

-Well, lucky she's a fighter.

[Chris grunting]

-[kick thrown] -[dog whines]

[Amy] [echoes] You sure you're okay?

-Sorry. Sorry. What?

-A lot of people, they come in here

thinking they can watch what I do.

They end up passed out on my floor.

Have you eaten in a while?

-Eaten? No. No. I haven't eaten.

Um, what I really need is a shower.

-There's a motel around the corner.

-Motel? Oh, yeah.

No. I'm not-- I'm not staying around here.

-Oh, ask for Gloria. Tell her I sent you.

Maybe throw her ten bucks for some hot water

while I finish my assessment.

-Okay.

Um, how long will you need?

[Amy] About an hour.

-All right. Hang in there.

[dog whines]

Thank you.

[door opens]

[door closes]

-[keys jangle]

[distant TV playing]

[light switch clicks]

[shower handle rotates]

[water running]

[unsettling music playing]

[Chris grunts]

[bones breaking]

[Chris screams in pain]

[shower running]

[punches thrown]

-[mirror shattered] -[Chris grunts]

-[echoes] No!

[shower running]

[Bill] [into phone] So you think he hurt the dog?

[Amy] [over phone] I'm saying, I think someone

hurt the owner too.

[Bill] [over phone] Amy, you have such a big heart.

Which is why I like you.

[Amy] [over phone] Look, Sheriff,

it seemed to me this guy could use some help,

but he's... he's too proud to ask.

-Nowadays, people get pretty antsy

when a cop rolls up and asks how they're doing.

-Okay. But can you still do it?

-Yeah.

-[soft music playing]

[clothes thudding]

[garbage can thuds]

[garbage can cover thuds]

[unsettling music playing]

[door opens, closes]

-Hey, hey, that-- that light right there on your--

your side mirror, what do-- what do you use that for?

-Deer spotting.

You shine that light in a buck's eyes

and they just freeze.

And then you got a chance to blast them.

[keys jangle]

You have a good one.

[TJ] [over radio] Okay, Sheriff.

I ran that plate.

Belongs to a Christopher Raymond Davis, 21.

Current address is on oil company land

in South Dakota.

And before that, Texas Knowles University.

No priors. Pretty boring stuff.

-[into radio] I like boring.

[radio crackles]

-Anything else, hon?

-Thanks.

-Enjoy.

["Twin Mounds of Clay" performed by Dolly Parton]

-♪ Can the love we share ♪

♪ Be too much to bear? ♪

-[spoon clanks] -[Chris groans]

-♪ Our love burns ♪

♪ Like fire ♪

♪ And it clings like briars ♪ -[message pings]

-♪ Twins mounds of clay are we ♪

♪ I mold you ♪

♪ And you mold me ♪

[phone keys clacking]

-[message sent] -♪ We're not alone anymore ♪

♪ I've never felt Like this before ♪

[glass shatters]

[woman chewing bacon]

-[grunting echoes]

[breathing heavily, coughs]

-You okay?

[Krystal] Hi, sir.

-What's that? -Do you need some help?

-Krystal?

Do you want me to throw that away?

-No.

-Come here then.

[grunts in pain]

[grunting echoes]

-Hey, are you running out on me?

-Oh, I'm so-- I'm so sorry.

Here, just, um, just keep the change.

Thank you.

Wait. Quick question for you.

Flure & Son, what do they do?

-Oh, handyman work. He's...

okay if you're looking for one.

[car horn honking]

[distant shouting]

[Amy] I'd like to keep her here a while longer.

No extra charge.

I couldn't, in good conscience, let her go just yet.

-Oh.

-If you could spare an extra 24 hours,

it could mean the difference between...

-Twenty-four hours. I mean...

-If you could just... -Yeah.

Shit.

I'm sorry. Sorry. I got it.

-You want me to, um, look at that for you?

-Oh, no. No. No, it's all good.

-If by good, you mean broken.

Put it under the light for me.

What happened here?

-Is it-- does it need a cast?

-Once the swelling goes down, yes.

Until then, it needs a splint.

-A splint? Okay. Can you do that?

I mean, I-- I got cash or...

[Bill] Your bathroom is cleaner than my kitchen, Amy.

[chuckles]

And I gotta get the name of that candle scent.

[Amy] Mm.

-Bill Weaver.

You're Christopher Davis.

-Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa. What... what is this?

-You haven't done anything. I just thought--

-Amy here was worried about you.

Thought maybe you needed help.

-Yeah. I did. My-- my dog's sick.

-Okay.

Well, then that's great.

[dog barking]

[unsettling music playing]

[dog barks]

You okay, bro?

-[groans] Don't fucking touch me.

-Whoa. Calm down.

Hey.

Calm down. You drop that now.

-You stay the fuck away from me. Okay?

-I can't do that until you relax.

-Chris, it's okay.

-No. No. No. It's not okay.

I know this guy.

You cannot trust him.

-Chris, stop! -[items clattering]

-No...

Stop.

[Chris strains]

-Chris, stop.

[Bill grunts]

Chris...

[dog whining]

Whatever it is,

we can work it out. Stop. This is my fault.

-This is not what it looks like.

I'm not-- I'm not the bad guy here.

You don't know who this guy is.

-What? -On your knees!

-Bill, wait. Bill. -Now!

-Bill, wait. -Step aside, Amy.

-Bill... -Step aside!

-Hands behind your back.

Interlace your fingers. -Bill.

-Now!

[handcuffs jingling]

[dog barking]

[handcuffs tightening]

-[dog whining] -[Bill] There you go.

What else you got on the dad?

Mm-hm.

Okay.

Appreciate your time, Brenda.

Yep.

[TJ sighs]

-So Judge Fox call you back?

-Yeah.

Set the bail at 15,000.

-[chuckles] Well, all right.

Looks like we're gonna have a guest

for quite some time then, huh?

-It's already been paid.

-He attacked you, Bill.

[Bill] Mm-hm.

-So we should throw the book at him.

-Yeah.

-Now don't you always say

that people don't respect the badge anymore?

[Bill] Yeah. Yeah.

-Well, now an animal walks free after just a few hours.

-Yeah.

-All right.

[sighs]

[door opens]

-You on drugs?

Then, what the hell was that?

You getting into the family business?

Your pop's doing a stretch

for armed robbery and manslaughter.

-Yeah, that's right. I'm also not my dad.

-Well, someone paid your bill.

[keys jangle]

[cell gate opens]

Hey.

I don't wanna see your face in my town

until your court date.

Okay? Let's go.

[door slides]

[dog barking]

[car door opens]

[car door closes]

-Spoke to Gloria.

She's holding your room at the inn.

-And you posted my bail too?

-You can thank me by showing up to court.

Here.

-Why in the world are you helping me so much?

-Am I wrong that you could use it?

You'll need to get it cast by a people doctor, not me.

Want a ride to your motel?

-Yeah. Yeah. Please. Thanks.

-Grab a drink first?

-Yeah.

[phone keys tapping]

["Better by Now" performed by Josh Tobias playing on speaker]

[Amy] So this fight you were in, did you start it?

[Chris] No.

[Amy] The same guy hurt your dog?

[Chris] A group of guys. Yeah.

[Amy] It was a group? Did you know any of them?

-No. No.

It was, uh, it was dark out.

They just jumped me at the rest stop nearby.

Thanks.

-Oh, Christ. This fucking town.

-Yeah. What's wrong with it?

-What's wrong with it?

Um, it's dying. It's desperate.

There used to be coal here.

When the mines dried up,

we agreed to house the county's transfer station.

Not only are we a literal dump,

but also a punchline for all the surrounding towns.

-So, uh...

so what, are your-- your roots here?

-My mom's nearby. We're close.

I used to be married to a local, but not anymore.

-Why not?

-Just make sure you know the person

the best you can before you link lives.

-You didn't?

-I guess I was mesmerized by his

clear blue eyes and completely missed

that he was deeply, deeply cruel.

-Well, so why the hell are you still around here?

Your mom, or...?

-I'm planning on leaving, selling my practice,

going to Spain.

-Spain? Oh.

What are you, Spanish?

-No. I just feel like

you can live a simple life there.

You can start over.

Buy a little house in some forgotten village.

Help the animals. Grow some grapes.

-Right, gr-- Yep. For the Pinot Gris.

-No, I just really like grapes.

["Better by Now" performed by Josh Tobias playing on speaker]

♪ I still hold my tongue Even though it's killing me ♪

♪ I still tell myself It's the way it's supposed ♪

[phone ringing]

-Sorry. Excuse me.

[phone ringing]

[Chris] Hey, babe.

-Chris.

Why... where are you?

-I'm-- I'm in, uh, Fort Hope, Kansas.

The wagon broke down.

They'll have to keep it overnight,

and my phone died. Yeah. This place is just

a real backward hole.

-Do they not have electricity? -[Chris] No. They--

they have electricity. All right.

I, uh...

look, it's just been a really

stressful 24 hours, and, look, I'm so sorry.

Okay?

-Are you having second thoughts?

[door slams]

-Am I having second thoughts? No, babe.

No. No. No.

Of course not.

[Lauren] Okay. But you can't ever do this again.

-No. It's-- I won't let it happen ever again. Okay?

-Okay.

Well, love you.

-Right.

Love you too.

Okay, talk soon.

-♪ They both weigh me, Weigh me ♪

♪ Weigh me down ♪ -[door opens, closes]

-Hey.

Would you mind taking me back to the motel?

-Yeah. Sure.

-Thanks. Appreciate it.

-You all right?

-Yeah. No, no.

I'm just kind of in my head about something.

A problem nobody can fix except me.

-Yeah. I've been there.

[click of billiard balls]

[door opens]

[slow music playing]

-[Chris panting]

[Bible pages flipping]

[groans]

[lighter clicks]

[sighs]

[distant car engine revving]

-[gun fired] -[door slams]

-[gun fired] -[glass shatters]

[gun cocks]

-Agh!

[Mutton Chop grunts]

[grunting, straining]

[gun fired]

-[Chris] Oh!

[strains]

-Fucking shit.

-[Chris grunts]

Ugh, son of a bitch!

[car tires screech]

[gun cocks]

-[gun fired] -[tire hisses]

[car engine revving]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

[car wheel sparking]

[car engine revving]

-[car crashes] -[Chris groans]

[car engine revving]

Oh, shit!

[car engine revving continues]

[car crashes]

[car engine revving]

[tires screeching]

[flare sparking]

[Mutton Chop grunts]

-Help me.

Help.

Help me.

Help. -[Chris] Give me your hand.

Give me your hand.

[Mutton Chop] Oh, God.

Get me out.

I can't reach...

Help.

-[man] Hey.

Hold him there. -[Chris grunting]

[punch thrown]

[distorted high pitched sound]

-Pull me out.

No... no... no.

-[car shifts slightly] -Help.

[water blooping]

[Chris breathes heavily]

[strains]

[emotional music playing]

[siren wailing, chatter on radio]

-Oh, shit.

[siren wailing]

[grunts]

-[distant siren wailing] -[ominous music playing]

[emotional music playing]

[grunting]

All right...

[exhales]

[crickets chirping]

[birds chirping]

[car door opens]

[car trunk opens]

[chip bag rustles]

[Chris munching chips]

[soft music playing]

[mower whirring]

-Yo! Phone call.

[mower stops]

[footsteps]

-Yo, five minutes.

-Hello?

-Hey, Dad. It's-- it's Chris.

I need some advice.

So I, um, I got myself

in a situation where, uh... No.

I-- I-- I was put in a-- in a position

where-- where I defended myself.

[Ray] Wait.

Are you with your fianceé?

-No. I-- I never made it there.

I'm in Fort Hope, Kansas.

I was, um, attacked on the road.

-Are you still in danger?

[Chris] I don't-- I don't know. Maybe.

There-- there was a gang of them...

and, uh, last night, they tried--

-Let me stop you there.

You shouldn't say anything more.

-I told myself that, you know,

don't even bother calling him.

All he does is worry about himself.

[Ray] All these calls are monitored

by the Prison Bureau.

-Oh.

-I'll call you in 25 minutes.

You be sure to answer.

[phone thuds]

-Yo, your calls will still be monitored 25 from now.

[TV playing]

[Donnie] Stop.

[laughs]

Oh, dude. You're killing me.

-Can we talk?

-Ray.

Jesus. What is it?

-I need to leave for a bit.

Two days max.

-[laughs] Are you out of your damn mind?

-My son needs me.

-The fact you even asked that...

-[knee thrown] -[body thuds]

-Donnie, just let me go.

-[punch thrown] -[Donnie grunts]

[head butt thrown]

[keys jangle]

[body thuds]

[man groans]

[ankle monitor thuds]

[cutter thuds]

[action music playing]

[car engine revs]

-Chris?

Good news.

Your dog's really turned a corner.

[Chris] Oh, uh, okay. Great.

-Oh, and, uh, you wanna tell me what the fuck is going on?

Why is your room a crime scene

and why is Jason Coombs dead in there?

[Chris] Do you know the guy?

-Better than I know you.

[man] [on phone] I like them when they're fat.

Usually, they have low self-esteem

and they're up for anything.

[laughs]

And I always give them a fake name.

Under no circumstances

do you ever bring them to your place.

Always go to their apartment.

Listen. The last thing you want

is a crazy showing up at your doorstep.

[car engine revving]

Hey!

[car speeds up]

-Listen, Amy. I-- I know this is all crazy.

It-- that-- what happened wasn't my fault.

All right?

-[sighs] Listen.

I do what I do because people always let you down.

My gut told me to trust you.

But you better give me a good reason before I go

and tell Bill everything I know.

[phone vibrates]

[Chris] Amy, I'm-- I'm so sorry.

I'll explain later.

Just give me an hour. Okay? Please.

Hello?

[Ray] It's just me and you now.

[Chris] Dad?

Are you in a car?

-Of course.

How do I find you?

-Wait, they let you go?

-Chris, give me an exit.

-Listen, Dad. I don't need you to come here

and take this over for me.

All right?

-You called for my help, right? Let me give it.

[Chris] You don't even know what you're getting yourself into.

-So tell me when I get there.

-Remember to put a little peanut butter

on the end of the dropper

and he'll take his medicine.

Okay?

-Okay. Thank you.

-Thank you. Bye.

[girls] Bye.

[knocks on door]

[door opens]

-Hey. Um...

uh, what I had to tell you just had to be in person.

Um, hey, you sure you wanna know and get involved?

It's-- it's real messy.

-Okay.

-Yeah. So those, those group of guys,

they-- they didn't just beat me up.

Uh...

uh, they, uh, uh...

[dramatic music playing]

They-- they-- they raped me. So...

-Oh, my God.

-Wow. Hadn't said that out loud yet.

Jesus Christ. -No, it's fine.

[footsteps approaching]

Here. -Thanks.

-The guy in the Suburban sounds like Floyd Hull.

He one of the original attackers too?

-I mean, most likely.

He had no problem trying to kill me either way.

-I was just at his farm last week.

One of his goats was sick. -Okay.

Flure and Son. What about them?

-Martin Flure. He's a-- a local builder.

He gets work from time to time.

-With his son? -No. He is the son.

Uh, his dad died a few years back.

He never changed the name,

probably because his dad was well-liked.

-So I-- I remember I-- I stabbed somebody

in the leg during the attack and Martin was wearing

a leg brace at the diner.

[door system beeps]

-Amy?

[Amy] Just a second.

[door closes]

In here. In here.

It's probably just an allergic reaction.

Keep an eye on it and let me know.

Okay. Bye.

If this is about Chris Davis, I haven't heard from him.

-Well, his dog still here?

-Yes. She is.

-Gloria tell you what happened at the motel?

-She didn't have to.

Small town.

[Bill] Heard you two were out last night.

-[scoffs] Are beers illegal?

-Did he say anything strange?

-TJ.

She bites.

-Who hired you to fix a snake?

-Sometimes I like helping injured wild things

regardless of pay.

He didn't say anything about killing someone

in his motel room, if that's what you mean.

-Look, I know you felt guilty about calling me

when he got here,

which is why you bailed him out,

but calling was clearly the right thing to do.

If you still feel compelled to help him,

you gotta know you don't know all the facts.

-Do you?

Stop!

-What's under here?

-A sleeping bobcat with rabies.

-Who's here with you?

Got two coffee cups.

-[scoffs]

I just-- I got distracted.

I, sometimes I do that.

-Why are you distracted?

[Amy] Because jerk-offs like you keep asking me questions.

[Bill] Easy now.

You know, I usually like sparring with you, Amy,

but this town has never seen a murder on my watch.

Do I need to tell you to call me

if you hear from this Chris guy?

-You don't.

-Let's go.

[door system beeps]

-[chart thuds] -Not just yet.

[TJ] Weren't we-- weren't we gonna

actually do some detective work in there?

[Bill] [indistinct]

[car engine starts]

-[grunts] Bill's a good guy.

He's been here forever, and...

hmm.

[phone ringing]

You could use the sleep.

[birds chirping]

Atta girl.

Getting stronger every day.

Wish you could tell me what you saw that night.

[phone ringing]

[Ray] Are you there?

Chris.

Look, if you can hear me,

The Fort Hope exit is closed.

Where am I going?

-Chris is asleep.

This is a friend.

-Well, hello, friend.

Can you tell me how to find my boy?

[crickets chirping]

-Careful.

[TJ groaning, straining]

-What is it?

Is Floyd in there or not?

-Not so much in as he is lodged under .

[coughs]

[vomits]

[phone ringing]

-Brenda.

Didn't expect to hear from you.

[TJ puking]

-When?

Can you give me a photo?

[notification pings]

-[chuckles] Well, hey, stranger.

[footsteps]

-There he is.

-The hell?

-You hungry?

-H-- how'd you know to come here

once you got into town?

-Your guardian angel.

-Oh, your phone.

It was ringing and ringing,

and then I didn't want you to miss anything.

I talked to your dad.

You're both welcome to stay here.

-And I said no way.

[Chris] Yeah. It's too dangerous.

-Even feeding fugitives can get you in hot water, Amy.

But I'm not gonna say no to the best meal

I've had in a decade, even if there is no meat.

-[clears throat, sighs]

How's she doing?

Is she good to go?

-Not fully healed, but well enough to travel.

I-- is-- is that the plan, to, to travel?

-Don't look at me. I'm told I take things over.

-We, uh, haven't really come up with a plan exactly.

Maybe the less you know,

the better for you. -No, no.

Wait. Don't-- don't do that.

I'm just wondering why we can't go

and tell Bill everything we know.

-Listen, I saw four pairs of boots that night.

One of them looked like the kind that-- that

Bill and TJ wear.

One of them was potentially there.

-Potentially isn't good enough.

Potentially is why we have laws and trials and juries.

Why can't you go to the state police?

-We could, but there's zero evidence for

what they did to Chris at the rest stop.

And a whole bunch that ties you to a body

in your room.

-I'm sorry. You're here to help how?

Are you a lawyer?

-[chuckles] I like her.

-I-- I can't leave this town until I know

who did this and why.

-So, it's a conversation you're after.

[Ray] Look.

You've been very kind, especially to my son.

It means a lot, but we should get going.

-Yeah.

-Chris, wait.

Just one more minute of your time.

-I'll be out back.

[door opens, closes]

-I was raped in college.

I never reported it. I didn't want anyone to know.

I didn't even wanna believe it myself.

I thought I pushed it away,

but all I did was push it into the driver's seat.

It had me going in circles,

repeating patterns I didn't understand,

all the while telling myself I was worthless.

-I'm sorry.

[emotional music playing]

-There are worse things than being a survivor.

[footsteps receding]

[crickets chirping]

-Oh, nice ride.

-Thanks.

Almost done paying it off.

-Yeah.

Yeah.

Look, Dad, I've got a business name

and then just glimpses of things from the attack.

I-- I-- I don't really know where to begin.

-I say we go where all the animals eventually end up.

Is there a local watering hole?

-[inhales] Yeah. I know just the place.

[dance music playing]

[lively chattering]

[Ray] What if there's 20 of them?

[Chris] There's only two guys left.

Holy shit. That-- that's their truck.

What's your plan? What do you wanna do?

[Ray] Get behind the wheel and leave it running.

[car door slams]

-All right.

[clears throat]

["Crazy Side" by Jason Michael Gantt and Trannie Anderson]

[music stops]

[crowd groans]

-Sorry, folks. I done a bonehead thing.

I backed into someone's truck outside.

It's blue, kinda two-tone, license plate 7-1-2...

-Son of a bitch.

[man] Not mine.

-You better be well-insured, man.

-Count on it.

-[man 1] All right. -[man 2] Yes, sir.

[music playing inside]

-Where?

Where is it?

Around this side?

-It's just a scratch. It's right here.

Can you see it? -Where?

-Yeah. Take a look.

-[slams Scooter's head] -[groans]

-Jesus.

-Take another look.

[slams Scooter's head]

-Hey.

He okay?

[Ray] Yeah. Just a little too much fun.

We'll get him home.

[car door opens]

Let's go. -[car door closes]

[car tires screech]

-[punch thrown] -[Scooter groans]

A hell of a lot of trucks look like mine.

-Yeah?

-[punch thrown] -[Scooter groans]

You guys are fucking wrong.

-[punch thrown] -[Scooter grunts]

-Better start talking.

-About what?

-Okay. You know what? Hold him. Come on.

Grab him.

Get him down.

Open up his mouth.

-Hey. Hey. It wasn't me.

-Feel free to scream.

There's a highway nearby,

so you can just really let it out.

-Oh, fuck you!

-You did that already.

-Hold on. Hold on. Okay.

I was there. I was there.

I was there. Okay?

I was there, but I was outside. I never go in.

-You were outside. Okay. So you do this often?

-I'm just the fucking lookout man, okay?

What do you want me to say?

All right.

I put up with a lot of shit for that.

[Chris] Shit for what?

-For not having the fucking balls to go in.

Look, there ain't nothing personal about it.

Okay?

Like, none of them have ever made their way into town

and caused trouble.

They always just leave.

-Who else was there?

-Answer the man!

-[Scooter spits] -[Chris groans]

-Okay. Okay.

Open up your fucking mouth. -All right. All right.

Jason Coombs!

-Yeah. Jason Coombs and Floyd Hull.

I know that shit already.

I want names of people who are still alive, you asshole.

-[Scooter grunting]

[screams in pain]

[indistinct mumble] -All right.

I'm gonna dumb this down for you. Okay?

I'm gonna give you a name,

and you tell me if it's right.

Or you want another one of these pulled?

Look at me.

Martin Flure?

-Chris, you can't feed him the info.

You can't just say the name. -D-- Dad, I already--

-[kick thrown] -[Ray] Ow!

[suspenseful music playing]

[Chris] Here. Here.

All right? Where'd he go?

[Ray] Let's get him.

[Scooter groans]

-Let's go, Dad.

-Go, Chris!

Go! Go, go!

Grab him.

Come on.

Go! Right there.

Don't let him get away.

Let's go.

[truck honking] -Ah!

[truck crashes]

-Oh, shit.

-Let's go.

[cooler door closes]

-Amy?

-Harmon.

-How are you?

-Living the dream.

[Gabrielle] I can't remember.

Is speck the same as prosciutto?

-Gabrielle, meet Amy. My ex.

-Uh, yeah.

I used to see your old horse.

Sparkles?

-Oh, wow.

Oh my god. Sparkles. I, like, loved her.

[Amy] I remember.

[Gabrielle] That was so long ago.

I was just a teenager.

-I remember that too.

[Harmon] Uh, speck's not the same as the prosciutto.

Speck's too thick, too firm.

The prosciutto's in aisle four.

-Okay.

It was so nice seeing you again.

-Yeah.

-Have you heard about the murders?

-How could I not?

-I can't believe it.

Stuff like that's supposed to happen in a big city,

not our little town.

Is it true that you have the killer's dog under your care?

[Amy] Killer?

You got some evidence Bill doesn't?

-Oh, come on, Amy.

Don't tell me you're gonna side with a complete stranger

instead of your own people.

[Amy] I'm on the side of the truth,

and no one knows what that is yet.

[liquor pouring]

[woman on TV moaning]

[door slams open]

-[bottle shatters] -[groans]

-Easy, guys, I don't even know who-- or anything.

-Martin Flure!

Is that your name, Martin Flure?

-Please. -How does it feel

having somebody bust into your life

and rip it apart?

Huh?

[punch thrown]

-You always did have more heart than brains.

-Well, I was smart enough to get away from you.

-[scoffs]

-[punch thrown] -[Martin groans]

-Who else was there? -[Martin] Please.

-Tell me!

Who else was there?

[punch thrown]

-[Martin] Please...

please take me outside.

Go back to bed now.

Daddy's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

[car horn honking]

-Sweetie, where's the back door?

[car horn honking]

[distant dog barking]

[car honking continues]

We split up and flank them.

Go. -All right.

[car honking continues]

-Amy?

-Did you hurt him?

-What? Amy.

-Martin had nothing to do with it.

-What do you...? Okay.

What-- what are you talking about?

How can-- how can you be sure of that?

-Because I know who did.

[camera flashing]

[Brenda] Driver said he bolted from the woods

like he wanted to die.

Do you know him?

[Bill] A bit.

But my deputy considers him a friend.

Hey.

Sorry.

I was just telling Brenda that, uh,

you were friends with Scooter.

-Oh, not really.

I mean, I've seen him around,

but I don't know much about him.

[Brenda] Been busy lately.

-He got Scooter, and now he's coming for us.

[man] Then lure him to us.

We need a trap to catch the mouse.

-What?

[man] I need you to grab the dog.

-Yeah. And take him where?

[man] To me.

[intense, suspenseful music playing]

[Dispatch] [over radio] Sheriff?

Got a possible 10-62 at Sunrise Trailer Park.

-Who called it in?

[Dispatch] [over radio] Martin Flure?

-Copy. We're on our way.

You got that?

TJ!

-[car engine revving] -[crickets chirping]

-All right. There it is.

-Gotta say I'm impressed...

with you.

Not many people would have the guts

to follow this through.

But I'll take it from here.

-[scoffs] Like hell you will.

-You go get your dog and get. -There's no, no way.

-Don't even look in the rearview mirror.

-What are you talking about? -Chris?

-Dad, no. This is-- this is my--

-You were wrong about the last guy.

-Okay. Oh, what so this is, a punishment, or...?

-So far, you haven't killed anyone.

-Yeah. Yeah. But I let somebody drown.

I-- I would have shot Scooter,

and then Martin Flure I wanted to just break

in half-- -That's not the same.

-Okay.

I'm not letting you finish this.

-I'm finishing this.

For you...

means learning to live with it.

-I can't do that.

I can't do that until I finish my--

-You can't do that

if you go down this road anymore.

-Why didn't you say this earlier, Dad?

Why-- why-- why are you here?

-Because they raped my son!

[touching music playing]

I'd torch this whole town if I could.

-Amy told you?

[Ray] I guessed.

-Guessed?

-I just got out of prison, Chris.

I saw things in there I ain't even got words for.

I can recognize it.

Right now, you probably think you can't come back

from what they did to you.

But you're wrong.

-Oh, fuck, Dad. I can't.

I can't walk away... -Yes, you can.

If you love me at all...

please.

I'll call you when it's done.

[car door opens, closes]

I love you too, son.

-Dad...

See you there?

-Put me down for the salmon.

[Chris chuckles]

[crickets chirping]

[Amy] Come on.

[knocks on door]

[door opens]

-I need the dog.

-What?

Hey!

TJ! You can't just barge in here.

-You know, Bill sent me.

He said it was urgent, so... [sighs] Come on.

Open it up.

Can you open it?

-Okay. Fine. Let me check with Bill.

[gun cocks]

Are you gonna shoot me, TJ?

-Give me the goddamn mutt.

Now!

-This guy look familiar?

-That's him.

That's one of them.

-How about this one?

-Damn, Bill.

You got this all figured out.

-Hardly.

Any idea where they were headed?

-No.

Sorry.

-No.

You-- you done good.

Get your little girl back to bed.

[door opens]

[TJ] Come on.

Okay. Yeah. Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on.

[dog whining]

[TJ] What's wrong with it?

[Amy] Nothing. She's scared.

Hey. Hey.

Easy. She's injured.

-Come on. Go. Go. Go.

-You hurt her, I swear to God...

-Don't go inside and call.

You know-- Amy, Amy, Amy...

-TJ! Get off me!

-Stop.

Stop.

[panting]

You know,

I protect you from a lot of evil in this town,

and you've never even said thank you.

[Amy groans]

-Just...you stay there.

Who's there?

[Amy groans]

-Who's there?

You come out.

[clattering]

-I know you're out here.

[stabs blade]

[gun fired]

-Ah...you can't...

[gun thuds]

[TJ groans]

[body thuds]

[Amy pants]

-Hey.

[Amy groans]

-Shit.

[Amy panting]

-You think he's dead?

-Not yet.

[car door opens]

[dog whining]

-[car door closes] -[phone ringing]

-Who's HG?

-HG?

Harmon Goodrich.

-Yeah?

-Did you get his dog?

What is taking so goddamn long?

TJ?

Am I addressing Chris Davis?

-Oh, I'm a person to you now?

-Since you refuse to leave the party,

perhaps I should be asking, what else do you want from me?

-Tell me why you do it.

-Hard to explain, Chris.

-Try.

-Nothing I say is gonna magically unfuck you, is it?

Killing me won't, either.

And now, that five minutes...

is all you remember about yourself.

And that's power.

I own that.

And now...

[sighs] I own you.

[window shattering]

[water dripping]

-Harmon?

[Harmon] Gabby? You stay put!

[gun cocks]

[keypad dialing]

[911 operator] Nine-one-one. What's your emergency?

-Yes.

I believe somebody's breaking into my home.

[911 operator] What is your name and address, sir?

-Harmon Goodrich. 151 Vista Ridge.

[loud thud]

[911 operator] Dispatching a unit to your location now.

-You should go.

-Yeah.

Uh, what will you do?

-I will call an ambulance and then call Bill.

Tell him what TJ did.

He'll be looking for you.

-Well, I'll make it easy.

I'll be back for my court date.

-I don't want you to go to jail.

-[panting]

Thank you for helping me.

-We helped each other.

You should go.

-Yeah.

All right, come on.

[dog whines]

[suspenseful music playing]

-[gun fired] -[Ray groans]

[Gabrielle] Harmon! I got him.

[Harmon] Where is he?

-I don't know.

-Is he dead?

[suspenseful music playing]

[Ray strains]

Gabby?

Gabrielle, goddamn it.

-She really took the bull by the horns.

-Well, ain't you an outlier?

Kid who never quits.

[Ray] You can save the speech.

I ain't even who you think.

[Harmon] No?

Then who are you?

-I'm the last thing you'll ever see.

[light switch clicks]

-[rapid gunfire] -[Gabrielle] Aahh!

[rapid gunfire continues]

-Gabby!

[suspenseful music builds up]

[panting]

-Are you scared?

How's it feel?

-Yeah.

Aahh!

[Bill] Police!

Drop it!

-[gun fired] -[Ray groans]

[emotional music playing]

-My god.

[solemn music playing]

-Chris!

-[Chris laughs]

Oh, my god. This is incredible.

Wow. This is-- this is, uh... the flowers and...

-Chris... -This is really happening,

huh? -You're so banged up.

-Oh, shit. Yeah.

It's, you know, roughnecking's a, it's a hard, dangerous gig,

but I'm all good.

I was just, you know,

I'm getting married. [chuckles]

-Okay.

Well, Mom is insisting that we sleep in separate rooms...

-[chuckles]

-Since we've been saving ourselves.

[Dan] Get a room.

[Lauren chuckles]

-Dinner's in 15.

Can I steal the prodigal son till then?

-Daddy, I just got him back.

-I know, honey.

And you'll have him for the rest of your life.

-[Chris chuckles]

All right.

-So, how was the drilling up there

in the Dakotas?

Did you find what you were after?

-Yes, sir. Yeah.

You know, I just wanted to understand everything

on a foundational level, and-- and, uh, I do now.

-Oh, you liked roughnecking?

-Very much. Yeah.

I mean-- I mean, it's-- it's brutal at times and--

and, you know, very dangerous, but, uh, you know,

it's-- it's-- it's honest.

-Well, I'm glad to hear you say that.

Honest.

Because before Lauren brings you into this family

and the empire I've created,

I wanna know what the hell you've been up to

the past few days.

-Right.

Uh, she-- uh, she-- she told you, you know,

the car broke down?

-Uh-huh.

-Uh, yeah.

I just, I-- I-- I-- I needed some time

to sort things out, and I-- I apologize for that.

-Let me make this easier on you, Chris.

I did it, too.

What man who's staring down the barrel of matrimony

doesn't get the urge to dip the old wick one last time?

So. Details, man.

These walls are thick. Speak freely.

-Are you-- are you serious?

What? No. No. No.

I'm not... -[knocks on door]

[Chris] That-- that's not what we're--

-Uh, if the man talk is over,

the food? -[Dan] Almost, dear.

We'll be there just as soon as Chris gets straight with me.

[door closes]

It's okay, Chris.

This is... what do the college kids say?

It's a safe space.

-No. No.

That's...that's not... that's not me.

[Dan] Admit it.

You'll feel better.

[phone keys clacking]

[message notification beeps]

[door opens, closes]

-Ow!

Shit.

-What are you doing down there?

-I dropped my phone.

What's-- what's up?

What's going on?

-Just visiting you.

-Um, what about your mom?

-She said we had to sleep in separate rooms,

but she didn't say anything about a quickie.

-Oh, all right.

[Chris winces] -Oh, did I hurt you?

-Just-- yeah, just a little.

Uh...

-Okay, sorry.

I'll be more gentle.

-Babe, babe, babe, babe.

I just, I feel that we--

we should respect your mom's wishes.

You know, we-- we don't wanna start off on a bad note.

-Um...

Okay.

So, I'm gonna go, and I will see you tomorrow.

-Absolutely.

-When we're married.

-Yep.

-[Lauren chuckles] -All right.

Bye.

[sighs]

[digital voice] No one is available to take your call.

Please leave a message after the tone.

-Hey, Dad. Uh, it's me. Please call me back.

You said you'd call, so...

[dramatic music playing]

[crowd cheering echoes, clapping]

[dog barking, whining]

-It's okay. We'll be back.

We'll be back. -[Dan] I love you, pumpkin.

-I love you, Dad.

-Good luck, Lauren!

[whistling and clapping]

-It's okay.

All right, all right.

-Take good care of her.

-Yes, sir.

[crowd cheer and applaud]

[dog whines]

[car engine revving]

-Oh, these shoes are killing me.

Almost tripped on my dress walking down the aisle.

Did you see that?

-Yeah.

-Hello, husband.

-Hello, wife.

[cork pops loudly]

-Jeez.

Whooh!

-Never heard of post-wedding jitters before.

-Sorry. I just...

-Here, this should help. -No, no, no.

Come on, babe. I'm driving.

-Chris, what's your problem?

-What? -Here.

-[gun fired] -[bottle shatters]

[Lauren screams]

[car swerving]

-Get down!

[ominous music plays]

Stay down. Stay down.

-Chris!

What the fuck!

-[gun fired] -No!

Chris!

[gun fired]

-Oh, my God! -[rapid gunfire]

-Chris!

[gun cocks]

[gun dry-fires]

-[Chris panting]

[gun cocking]

Stay here.

-Chris!

[gun fired]

[Harmon groans]

[suspenseful music playing]

-[Chris groans]

Ah!

[Chris grunting]

Aaahh!

[punch thrown]

[body thuds]

[panting]

[overlapping grunts]

[elbow thrown]

[Harmon] Oh, shit.

[Chris] Come on.

[lighter ignites]

Now I own you.

-[Harmon screaming in pain]

[screaming in pain]

[drill explodes]

[flames crackling]

[Chris pants]

[uplifting music playing]

-[strains]

Oh, hey.

-Hey.

I didn't know who TJ was or what he was.

You know that, right?

From the dash cam in his cruiser,

it's very clear what he tried to do to you

and how Chris helped.

Just like you said.

TJ's not only facing some serious charges,

he's also pointing the finger at Harmon.

Apparently, they were in some kind of hunting club.

Amy, what am I missing?

[Lauren] I feel like you're not telling me everything.

I won't wake up 20 years from now

drowning in lies and secrets

wishing I had more respect for myself from the start.

-I don't want that for you, either.

[soft, emotional music playing]

["Mountains" performed by Jeremy Voltz]

♪ I need beauty And nothing else ♪

-[dog barking] -♪ While I sit here by myself ♪

♪ Underneath some ♪

♪ Great big tree ♪ -Hey.

-♪ Where I can forget about Everything ♪

♪ When it rains I don't mind ♪

♪ I got nothing here ♪

♪ But time ♪

♪ And yeah I find I'm never alone ♪

♪ There's a story Under every stone ♪

-Hey.

-♪ I'm tired of being tired ♪

♪ And never sleeping Through the night mmm ♪

♪ It might be nice to Wake up with the light ♪

♪ So bring me Up to the mountains ♪

♪ Where I can live in a cave For the rest of my days ♪

♪ The rest of my days ♪

♪ Bring me up to the mountains ♪

♪ 'Cause I am trying to save What is left of my days ♪

♪ The rest of my days ♪

♪ I'm not angry I'm not afraid ♪

♪ I'm not running For the hills to pray ♪

♪ No I want some time for me ♪

♪ Just hoping to find A bit of clarity ♪

♪ If I could clear my mind Of worries ♪

♪ Stop feeling sorry For myself ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm tired ♪

♪ And never sleeping Through the night oh ♪

♪ It might be nice to wake up With the light ♪

♪ So bring me Up to the mountains ♪

♪ Where I can live in a cave For the rest of my days ♪

♪ The rest of my days ♪

♪ Bring me up to the mountains ♪

♪ 'Cause I am trying to save What is left of my days ♪

♪ The rest of my days ♪

♪ Oh oh oh oh oh ♪

♪ Oh oh oh oh oh ♪

♪ Oh oh oh oh oh ♪

♪ Oh oh oh oh oh ♪

♪ So bring me Up to the mountains ♪

♪ Where I can live in a cave For the rest of my days ♪

♪ Bring me up to the mountains [Rest of my days] ♪

♪ Bring me up to the mountains ♪

♪ Where I can live in a cave For the rest of my days ♪

♪ Bring me up to the mountains ♪

♪ The rest of my days ♪

♪ The rest of my days ♪

[music fades out]

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