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Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

Hey, hey.

Oh, hey, hey. Oh, ho, ho, ho!

Ho! Ho!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Oh, fuck!

Well, come on if you want a ride.

You gonna kill me?

I won't kill you if you don't kill me. How about that?

Sounds fair enough.

♪ What have I said… ♪

I'm Dale.

You're Dale?

- Yep. - Yeah, well, I'm Lee. Can I, uh…

- Can I use your charger? - Have at it.

♪ You made some stars ♪

You know, if I was a betting man, I'd say you were in some kind of trouble.

Ah, shit.

Well, it seems to find me, trouble.

Well, you hungry? I got a subway sandwich here.

No, no, no, no, I don't feel good.

Well, it's there if you want it.

It's all I ever eat.

One subway sandwich a day. I've been doing that for years.

You know, if you buy 'em right before closing time,

they really load 'em up with meat.

So what are you doing, driving out here in the middle of nowhere at 5:03 a.m.?

I give rides.

You give rides?

Yeah, to the drunk and lost.

So, you just drive around, waiting for a perfect stranger

to hop in front of you on the highway?

No, I sit at the bar and nurse a Diet Coke,

and then I give rides to them that can't drive themselves home.

I just dropped Buddy Dodson off at his mama's house out here, outside of town.

He likes to stay there when he's drinking.

She makes him biscuits and gravy in the morning.

And then I dropped off DitDot.

DitDot?

That's his name. I don't ask questions.

I'm sorry, I just talk a lot. I'm the Boontill oracle.

The Boontill oracle, that right?

Yep.

Truth's easy?

I find it anything but.

Well, I guess that depends on the truth.

Maybe.

You got hellhounds on your trail, Lee?

Something like that.

Well, I did pick you up at a crossroads.

The way you climbed into my truck

and without even knowing where I was going,

something was chasing you out of those woods.

Whether it comes from hell or not, I don't know.

Ah, here she is.

Take it.

- It's gonna need a rinse, but… - Yeah.

…it's a good mug, and I got a couple and…

Truth's easier than lying.

I get the message. Thank you.

Adios.

Whoo!

Oh, look out.

♪ I took a ride with the pretty music ♪

♪ I went down and, baby, you can tell ♪

- Where the fuck have you been? - Hi, yeah, yeah, no.

I know, I know, I know, but my phone died.

- I know, I know, I know. - What the fuck is going on? You okay?

Yes, no, I'm… I'm fine. I'm… I mean, I'm not fine, but I'm…

I'm fine, you know. Are you home? Can I come over?

- You have officially freaked me out. - I'm coming right over.

Last thing I fucking need--

- Oh! - Don't come over!

Just hold on. I mean, don't hold on. I'll be right there, okay?

- Okay, okay. All right, bye. What? - I said--

- What? - Okay, rude.

I am on an important phone call.

This is important. It's Francis.

What about Francis?

I don't like being a narc, okay?

But you said to let you know if anything happened.

She came to the bookstore, and now she and your dad

are at Sweet Emily's together.

What are they doing?

I don't know, eating breakfast, talking.

Okay, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, they cannot talk. They…

All right, just… I'm coming, I'm coming. I'm coming right now.

Fuck.

♪ 'Cause it's love, yeah, I do believe ♪

♪ I'll stick it deep inside… ♪

So are we talking about one God or two gods here?

You know what I mean?

- All right, Francis, let's go. - Here we go.

Is that dirt on your face?

Come on. Just hop in the van. I'll take you home.

Let me buy you a cup of coffee, okay?

We were just talking about how much fun life was when you were young.

How would you know? Seriously.

- Okay, okay, okay, fine, fine, I'm going. - Let her stay.

We're having a good time.

I'll just… I'll be there in a minute, okay?

Thank you.

Appreciate it.

Bye, darling.

What'd you tell her?

You and I don't have to have anything to do with each other.

But I can still get to know my granddaughter.

You're not being honest.

There's some other reason why you're here. What is it? Hmm?

Oh. I see the conspiracy theorist rides again.

He does, and he's on to you.

Come on. Look, I'm sorry, all right? But you…

You can't believe a word out of his mouth.

He… He's… He's a liar.

You told me that he was dead. So what does that make you?

- Well, that's… It's just very different. - How?

It's different, because I did that to protect you, all right?

- It wasn't a hundred-percent true-- - Yeah, it's zero-percent true.

Well, he's dead to me, so it's, like, 17% true.

- I mean, it… - Yeah, you lied.

Francis, don't… No, no, no, no, no, no, come on, it…

It was a noble lie in service of the greater truth.

Jesus fucking Christ.

- Ouch, shit. Ow. Fuck. - What, what, what…

You are out of your mind. What the fuck, man?

- No, listen-- - So I'm having a little trouble tracking.

You tell me you're my truth-friend, right?

- I am. I am. - And then you text me insanity,

"Infiltration complete," "Corruption confirmed." It doesn't mean anything.

- Yeah, I was mid-mission, okay? - Mid… You're not Jason Bourne, okay?

You can't fucking disappear like that! I already have one missing man in my life.

I went back to Boontill.

- Okay. - He's out.

Mekko escaped.

He… What do you mean?

Come on, if they'd killed him, they wouldn't be looking for him, all right?

That's why these guys are following you!

If Mekko escaped, it would be all over the Internet.

- I'm not seeing… - I'm telling you it is a cover-up.

I just watched a man get fucking murdered, okay?

I mean, you don't murder somebody without a reason.

But where the fuck is he?

He is in Mexico, all right?

He's probably in Tijuana, all right? At a donkey show, you know.

He is not in Mexico. You need money to get to Mexico.

Yeah, well, you met him in prison, right, huh?

I mean, I mean, he's in for armed robbery. I think homie knows how to get some money.

What does that mean? What the fuck? He… Yeah, he's in for armed robbery.

They never proved who pulled the fucking trigger.

All right, are you here to judge, or are you here to help?

All right, all right, all right. Well, what?

Okay. Does he have any family?

Uh, yes, he's got a sort of shifty uncle.

All right. Shit, I got blood on my shirt, or maybe it's burger grease.

- Do you have a clean shirt? - I do in the dryer.

All right, you know where his uncle lives?

I know where he works.

All right, well, let's go there.

Do you have any mustard?

Oh, motherfucker.

Oh, shit.

Where the fuck am I?

All right.

This is some serious shit.

This is history.

- Mr. Bruner. - No, Jesus.

I'm Lane Singleton.

I'm in charge of the dig.

Hello, Lane.

Just call me Marty.

- Oh, it's a pleasure to meet you. - Well, the pleasure is mine.

I can't wait to experience the wonders of, well, whatever we're doing here today.

Your colleague, the former writer on the project,

has tape on his boots, falls asleep all the time.

- Lee Raybon. - Oh, yes, Mr. Raybon.

He told me your secret.

My secret?

That you studied at Northwestern under Dr. Earles,

the world's foremost scholar on shell engravings and Mississippian iconography.

Motherfucker.

He told you that, huh?

He warned me you would be extremely modest about it.

But he also told me you ripped the story right out of his hands,

which I respect, because I…

I just can't imagine anyone writing about this who doesn't have the proper passion.

Yeah, well…

I'm thrilled to be here, Lane.

And don't you worry about Lee.

I'm gonna be repaying him for all of this.

That's wonderful.

You know the other night when you said our jobs were the same?

Yeah, when you said I write puff pieces? I remember that, yeah.

- Well, I… You were right in one way, okay? - Uh-huh.

We're both sort of writers.

I have to do what you do, but with my clients.

We have to paint pictures of people.

We have to look past what people are putting forward and…

and really see who they really are, or we try to.

Is this something that happened to you before?

You ever hooked up with a client before?

- Lee, come on. - What? What? What?

Why do you have to say it like that?

- "Hooked up with a client"? - Say what?

- Well, I mean, how should I say it? - I don't know.

No, it has never, ever, ever happened before.

I've joked about it.

Well, anyway, I just… Why Mekko, you know, like why him?

- That's a… - A terrible person.

What, are you gathering evidence to have me disbarred?

No, I'm not. Come on, I'm just trying to get to know you, you know.

Right, well, just be my friend and just…

Can you not ask any more questions right now? I feel like I'm gonna pass out.

No… No more questions.

He…

Mekko said to me, "A guy needs someone to be near him.

A guy goes nuts if he ain't got nobody." It's from Of Mice and Men.

- God, okay. - Yeah, I own a bookshop, all right?

I've read everything Steinbeck's ever written.

- It's not a contest. - Well, if it was, I'd win.

I'm saying he was talking about loneliness.

Which is why I…

And, yeah, we started talking on the phone sometimes,

and then all the time, every single night for like a year.

It was really nice.

I could just be still with him, you know?

Like how many people can you say that about?

No one.

And you know, regardless, this is not us chasing my crush, right?

This is this fucking city trying to erase someone good.

We have to find him.

Okay. All right. We're gonna find him.

- Did you ever actually close… - Shut up.

- Of course, you're asking-- - …from a journalistic point of view.

- From a journalistic… - No, I'm trying to gather information and…

- No, it was just phone… phones. - It was just phones.

But we do have a truth pact, right? You're remembering that?

- Uh-oh. - Once. One… Once.

I'm serious, one time.

Like what? In a conjugal trailer? I kind of think that's hot.

- All right, I bet you do. - All right, never mind. Never mind.

- It was just the phones. - Okay. Yeah, sure.

Is that strange to you?

No, I've had plenty of phone sex, both recreationally and for work.

- For work. Who the fuck are you? - Well, journalism doesn't pay, right?

I've done a lot of odd jobs.

Blow, north wind.

Come bring your gentle fragrance to my garden,

- for the sex cannot create ecstasy… - Am I meeting the phone sex operator?

- …unless they beat to the same heart. - I'm feeling this in my spine.

What's up?

Where the fuck are we?

So is this like a… like a ren fair?

- No. - No, like a Renaissance fair.

- I know what ren fair is short for. - You know what I'm talking about?

No, this is like… this is…

They dress traditionally and teach people how to make arrows.

It's not like ren fair.

- Hey, but they got concessions and shit. - Lee, just…

Okay, where is this guy?

I don't know. What's… So what, he's a warrior?

- What is he? - I don't know.

I saw him at the trial forever ago. He's an old guy.

I think he did, like, ax throwing.

Ax throwing. I wish they were doing arrows.

I'm kind of…

kind of excellent at archery, to be honest with you.

When I was in eighth-grade camp, they had a competition, and I…

Not only did I hit a bull's-eye, I actually…

Did they have a humility competition?

- Okay. - It was eighth grade. It's not a big deal.

- This is him right here. - That's him.

- All right, what are you gonna say to him? - I…

I know how to get information out of people. I do this for a living.

He's not gonna trust you, all right? He won't. Trust me.

- He's not gonna trust you. - Why wouldn't he trust me?

- Listen… - What is that?

It's just, if you're gonna ask a Native American person, like,

a question, seriously, you have to do it in the form of a statement.

- All right? Just… It's hard. - I'm just gonna talk to him.

All right, all right. Hey, I got you. I'm right behind you.

So I was riding on that train, and I had my girlfriend's cat,

and the thing pissed all over me, that little shit.

- Hi. - Hey.

Howdy, guys.

We're off the clock.

We just… Okay. All right, see you guys later.

Are you… Are you Otis Sharp?

- Who are you? - I… Well, I just wanna talk.

Um, my name is Ginger. I'm a friend of Mekko's.

You're that lawyer.

I… Yeah.

Oh.

- What can I do for you? - Yeah.

Um, is this an okay place to talk?

I'm one of the last living outlaws. Tulsa outlaw.

- Wow. - No kidding.

In 1962, I shot a Soc at a hamburger stand on Archer,

and they made that movie, The Outsiders, about me.

- No shit. - Really?

What… What character were you?

Pony Guy.

- Yeah? - Guys…

Could we-- Could you help me focus for a second?

Um, Otis, uh…

I know this is a delicate thing and that you have no reason to trust me, but--

Hey, hey, don't let him lie to you. If he's breathing, he's lying.

I'm not trying to get between you and your wiener.

You're usually eating those without the bun.

Okay, okay, fuck out of here.

Um… So, Mekko…

Mekko's gone.

What do you mean he's gone?

Long gone, sister.

How do you know he's gone? What do you mean?

I felt it in my bones at first, then I heard it in the wind.

So it was no surprise when he appeared.

In a vision?

No, in my apartment. Scared the shit out of me.

You… You fucking saw him?

Uh, was he okay?

Doing fine. Considering he just busted out of the hut.

Wait, what did he say? What happened?

Well, I fed him, gave him a change of clothes,

my last $200 and sent him on his way.

He didn't tell me where he was going, so I didn't ask.

Wait, when… when was this? When did this happen?

Last week.

Did he… Did he have a phone? Did he give you a number?

No, he just said,

"This is it."

Gave me a hug, said goodbye, said I'll probably not see him again.

I wish I was more help, but…

Thank you for the hot dogs.

Uh, look, you know, I should, uh…

I should run now. Gotta watch American Idol.

Yeah.

He's full of shit.

- The fuck is he doing? - I don't know.

He's not watching American Idol, I'll tell you that.

Let's go follow him.

- Oh, shit, that… that door is… - Jesus, Lee.

Sorry, this door, you just gotta cock that. There you go.

Wow. This place is big.

- You go that way and… - I go that way.

Call me if you see him.

Mekko. Mekko. I'm gonna talk to your uncle for a minute, okay?

Okay.

Hey, uh... your name's Mekko?

It's a cool name.

I knew a dude named Mekko once. He was a cool guy.

Well, actually, I didn't know him. I just knew of him.

How'd you get that name?

- My dad. - Your dad?

You know, I'm a junior too.

So, that's neat.

Oh!

I hate these things.

I wanted a Payday.

You want this? I don't want it. Take it.

Okay, shitass. I'll see you a little later then.

Keep your nose clean.

Come on, I'm clocking out.

- Hey, what's going on? Any luck? - Boom.

I talked to his kid.

You… Whose kid?

Hey, what are you doing talking to my son?

It's okay. He works with me.

- Yeah. I… I'm undercover, actually. - Who are you?

Uh, my name is Ginger. I'm a lawyer.

I… I represented Mekko.

Sounds like Otis told you everything already.

What? You don't believe him?

I just don't think that Mekko would just skip town without some way for you to…

or his… his son to contact him.

He's disappeared before.

I do think this time is different.

You sure? 'Cause he always finds a way back.

Sorry, sorry.

I, uh… I got a question for you.

You said you worked on Mekko's appeal, but wasn't that denied years ago?

It was, unfortunately.

But you and him are still talking?

I get close with my clients sometimes and after it's over, you know, we keep up.

Hey, this is a… This is beautiful.

I was raised by a single mom too.

You know, my dad was in and out, mostly out.

- Okay. - No. I… I know.

I'm just saying that I think I might know a little bit

about what you might be going through.

When you have somebody in your life that brings so much pain,

but you're undeniably connected to them.

What are you supposed to do with that?

I wish I knew.

Yeah, me too.

Can I get one of those cigarettes?

He was here two nights ago.

I, uh, heard a noise, came in and found him.

Thought it was a ghost at first.

But he said he was here to see Junior.

He gave him a big hug, said he loved him.

We were so shocked.

I mean, we didn't have enough time.

I tried to ask Mekko what was happening, but he was distracted.

- Well, he's on the run. - It's not just that. He was pissed off.

He said something about a dead kid.

How they made him sit with the body for hours.

Who did?

I don't know, but I know him, and he's about to go hurt some people.

And when he does, it's gonna come back on us.

It always does.

I could just go on forever about this.

It's the biggest local find since the Lasley Vore site.

Trade beads, ax parts.

We radiocarbon date them,

but based off how the object is sitting in situ and soil depth,

we can get a pretty rough estimate for how old these objects are.

Anyway… Anyway, you… …you know all this already.

Still music to my ears.

Well, enough talking. Let's get a brush and get brushing.

- Do what? - You should do some brushing.

And take all the fun away from you? Come on.

There's a metric ton of dirt under there.

That's enough fun for the both of us, Mr. Countrypolitan.

Oh, this motherfucker.

Oh.

Oh!

- Oh, shit. - Oh, oh, oh! Are you okay?

My sciatica, it got tweaked. Oh, I need to sit down.

Oh, yes, please. Yes. Uh, here.

- You shouldn't be standing. - Oh. Mmm.

Look, I-I…

I'm all right. I wanna help.

Okay.

I'll just move your chair forward,

- then you can brush from there. - Okay.

- Oh! Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. - No.

- Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. - You're gonna hurt something permanently.

- It's gotta be safety first. - I think you're right.

Yeah. Yeah, you're right. You're right.

Thank you for doing this. I appreciate it. Thank you, sweetie. Bye.

I can't call her sweetie.

My Gen Z secretary is forever about to cancel me.

So she just looked up…

The dead kid doesn't make any sense.

She looked up in the DOC database.

The only two inmates that died at Boontill in the last year are fucking old guys.

She did find a 19-year-old kid who died recently.

- He was at county, so… - Okay.

- This guy, Nathan Spence. - Well, but still, maybe, right?

- No? - No, no.

He's in county jail, and Mekko's in Boontill Prison.

They're two totally different facilities.

- They have nothing to do with each other. - I get it. I'm just saying that maybe…

- They're half an hour apart. - Yeah. Okay. All right.

You okay?

I just can't believe he didn't tell me that he has a kid.

Why wouldn't he?

We've talked for hundreds of hours on the phone.

I think I just thought we were both…

alone, lonely.

Okay. Bye.

Wait, wait, wait. Hold on, hold on.

Shit. It's fine.

Any Nazis gonna shoot me?

- I don't feel good about this. - How is this my life? I'm a good lawyer.

I don't feel good about leaving you here alone.

- It's not safe. Come to the bookstore. - It's not safe.

- I'll sleep in my daughter's bed. - They know about the bookstore.

- Oh, no, I'm… - You want me to crash on the couch? Or…

I don't want you to crash on my couch.

Okay.

Thanks for the shirt. I'll give it a wash. I'll get it right back to you.

Thank you for helping me, Lee.

Put this right here. Rupidoop himself.

Take the cup.

Maybe.

Truth's easy, my ass.

♪ I know how it feels to be alive ♪

♪ With no desire to live ♪

♪ I know how it feels to die inside ♪

♪ And try hard to forgive ♪

♪ And my way of finding out… ♪

You can't smoke in here. You're gonna burn the place down.

- I saw you smoking. - No, I don't smoke, all right? I vape.

Isn't that for kids?

You can't come in here and wreck everything, all right?

I'm not gonna let you do that.

You already caused Francis and I to have a fi--

I mean, it's not…

We have our issues, but you caused it.

By taking her to breakfast?

♪ But that sunshine turned to storm ♪

♪ And now that's all I feel inside ♪

I like these.

- Yeah, they're $2. - Mmm.

♪ It's enough to make me wish… ♪

She writes poetry, you know?

Yeah, I know she writes poetry. She's very talented.

But you have to leave her alone.

Or what?

You gonna call the cops again?

You gonna have me committed again?

You were out of your mind.

You're a fucking nutbag!

- Nutbag? - Yeah.

Who is standing in the middle of your bookstore yelling his ass off right now?

Not me, that's who.

Listen, I gotta go over to Francis's right now,

try to make things better, all right?

And, uh, it's not like I don't have enough going on

without your bullshit, okay?

So, I want you out of here by tomorrow morning.

Or you're gonna send me up the river?

I know you. You don't fight with your fists.

You make phone calls, right?

Tell Francis her grandfather says hello.

You know, this dig story is just not working for me.

Oh?

The more this man talked, the less I heard.

Can anything this important be this boring?

Or is it me?

Maybe archaeology just isn't your thing.

No, I like history. I really do.

I've watched every Ken Burns doc, including the one on country music.

I'm not surprised.

Lee would be…

Lee would be loving every second of this.

Excuse me for eavesdropping, but did you just say "dick story"?

No, motherfucker, I said "dig story."

I'm kidding. Maybe you're looking at it from the wrong angle.

Yeah, the dirt part of it's boring, but the other part…

What other part?

Oh, there's a darkness.

See, the sherds and pots get pulled from the dirt

and some of them end up on the black market.

And the men who buy and sell them… Well, you ought to see some of them.

How would I do that?

Well, as someone who facilitates the buying and selling of art and antiques

among the Tulsa elite,

I might just have an open invitation to some of their private gatherings.

Oklahoma Illuminati.

Would you like to join me at a meeting?

Yeah. That I can dig.

This is fun. This is nice, right?

You know I love having everyone here under the same roof.

- This house is really… Whoo-hoo-hoo! - It's big.

- It's something, huh? - Thanks, man. Yeah, yeah.

Each one of those rocks up there is a chipped tooth in Tulsa.

- Let me tell you. It's expensive to do. - What do you mean? Oh.

- That's what it costs. - You get it?

Still working on that joke.

What about you, Fran? You ever picture yourself living in a place like this?

Where's Grandpa? You didn't invite him?

- Uh, he's not gonna be around much longer. - What?

- No, he's not. He's… - You wish.

Yeah, I just mean he's going to be leaving Tulsa tomorrow, so that's all.

Can I be excused?

- Fran, please. - All right. No, we can talk about this.

Um… So, you're still mad at me.

How could I not be?

This is someone that should've been in my life this whole time,

and I thought that he was in a cemetery.

Okay, cut your dad some slack, okay? It's complicated.

That's how you justify going along with his lie?

Okay, whoa. We didn't know what to do.

I told you that it was gonna come back and it was gonna bite you in the ass, but…

but it's your father. It's his father.

Look, it's not her fault, okay? She's just trying to support me.

- Thank you. - Yeah, and that's…

That's beautiful, right? That's a complicated situation.

- Mm-hmm. - Complicated.

I see now that maybe it wasn't the best idea.

But I mean, I really didn't wanna hear about it anymore.

Once you get your dad on talking about his dad

and all the emotional damage he's caused and…

I mean, he blames him for everything, from his ADHD

to his inability to be fully present in intimate relationships with women.

All right. We… We don't have to talk about everything, okay? Like…

You know, family is a lot like a baseball team

- in a lot of ways-- - Read the room, Johnny.

Okay, I'm gonna go get a beer. You want a beer?

- No. - I'll bring you one.

I guess because I didn't wanna hear about it anymore,

I took the path of least resistance, and for that I am sorry.

- I am… - I'm not. I'm not sorry.

- Lee. - He treated my mother and me like shit.

- Like shit. - All of that happened a long time ago.

He… He's old now. Why can't you just forgive him?

It's really easy for you to say.

Okay, he didn't sleep with your homeroom teacher.

He didn't shoot you in the dick with a BB gun.

He didn't show you how to catch a baseball by whipping it at your face

- over and over. - At some point you gotta let it go, Lee.

I can't forgive him if he doesn't apologize. Fran, I can't.

Maybe he's doing that in his own way.

No, he's not, he's not.

Also, have you ever apologized to him?

For what?

I don't know. There's gotta be something, right?

- What did you two talk about today? - Yeah, what did you two talk about?

- It's between us. - What did he tell you?

I'm not telling you.

You once told me that our imperfections are what makes us unique.

I… I…

I wasn't talking about him.

I was talking about, like, normal idiosyncrasies, you know?

Like making bad jokes or, I don't know, smelling bad, shoplifting, all right?

I wasn't talking about a father telling his son he doesn't love him.

I wasn't talking about irreparable damage.

Well, I would like to get to know him myself.

Yeah, well, you don't know what you're talking about.

- You don't. - Johnny's back. Johnny's back.

You know, when I was 13, my dad missed one of my baseball games.

I still haven't let it go, to be honest.

Um, but I remember this quote that really helped me through it.

Uh, sorry if I butcher it,

but, "We're strongest in our most broken moments."

"In our most broken places." Yeah. Please, don't quote Hemingway, okay?

I'm gonna hit the head.

Oh.

I didn't know. Okay. Well. Is Hemingway canceled or something?

Listen, will ya?

I saw you. I'm gonna get you.

I'm gonna get you. I'm gonna get you.

I'm gonna get you, motherfucker.

- Okay. Be quiet. All right. - Ah!

No, no, no, stop, stop.

Okay. Your friend shot me in the neck, and that really hurt.

Okay. She's, like, super stressed, you know?

I don't care. And that hurt, all right?

Okay… Let's just…

Put the gun down.

All right, you put that down first.

Can we…

Ready?

- You going down? - I will go down.

- Yeah. Go down. - Okay.

- Go down. - I'll go down.

Yeah. Let's put it down.

- Okay? - Yeah.

- Yeah. - Okay.

Let me go. Shit.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, shit! Ow!

- Okay. All right. - Ow!

Ow!

- You tell me where the Indian is! - I don't know!

- Or the Native American or whatever? - I don't know!

Not today, bitch!

Yeah!

Go to sleep. You gotta sleep.

Go to sleep. Go to sleep. Go to sleep.

Sleep, sleep, sleep.

Oh! Oh!

Oh!

- Yes! - Did you kill him?

- No. No, he's asleep. - Did you kill him?

- Holy shit. Holy shit. - Oh, shit.

- Lee, who is this? Who is this man? - He's a… He's a gangbanger.

He's fucking with my friend.

He had a full mount on you, Lee.

You gotta shrimp out when somebody gets on you like that. You need to shrimp out!

Okay, okay, okay! I didn't wanna kill him!

- All right. He had a piece. He had a gun. - I got it. I got it. I got it.

Oh, good. Okay. All right, there it is.

- Ooh, man. - What? What? What? What?

You cracked a tooth pretty bad. The nine. Your nine is snapped.

- Your nine broke off. I can fix it. - What's that mean?

Y'all okay?

- Uh, yeah, we're good, babe. - Fuck.

- What are you doing? - I'm just showing him the shed.

- Do not fly that drone. - I'm not gonna fly the drone.

Okay. All right, all right, all right. Um, all right, let's…

Let me… I'm gonna wake him up.

- No, don't wake him up! - What am I supposed to do?

We gotta tie him up. Sit on him or something.

- I gotta find out who he is. - We gotta tie him up.

Okay. All right. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Here we go. Okay.

Uh… Uh…

What? What? What?

This is not a gangbanger, Lee.

Lee…

did I just choke out a cop?

♪ Well, I'm goin' down ♪

♪ Goin' down a hard road ♪

♪ Just don't know ♪

♪ Don't know where I been ♪

♪ But I think I've been a-walkin' ♪

♪ I'm a-walkin' round in circles ♪

♪ Can't even find a friend ♪

♪ Whoa, my love ♪

♪ My love, she is not waiting ♪

♪ Think I might've been gone ♪

♪ I've been gone too long ♪

♪ Look at the people ♪

♪ People make me crazy ♪

♪ I can hardly sing my song ♪

♪ Hustlers stand around me ♪

♪ I'm lost and all alone ♪

♪ Can't tell the bad from the good ♪

♪ I'm out in the woods ♪

♪ Said, I'm lost in the woods ♪

♪ Big-city gamblers ♪

♪ Gamblers… ♪