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Marty!

What-What the fuck?

- What? - Marty!

- Sir, this is a private court. - Shit! No, no, it--

- What the... - Marty!

- Is that Lee? - Tell him you're my friend!

- Uh... Yeah. - Jesus Christ, man. You are dedicated.

We're friends.

♪ As long As the moon shall rise ♪

♪ As long as the river flows ♪

♪ As long as The sun will shine ♪

♪ As long as The grass shall grow ♪

What?

Is that Jeanne Arthes?

It's diaper cream and WD-40.

Oh là là.

I ever told you about this truck?

You have.

First of all, it was my daddy's.

This is where it broke down in '84.

Why was he driving in the middle of the field?

He died of a heart attack after that.

I never moved it.

- Put it on blocks when the tires went bad. - Mm-hmm.

I'm making Daddy's chili for the cook-off this year.

Judge, I've got things I've got to get to back at the office, so if we could just--

What's Bob planning on cooking?

Well, you know, I don't know--

I'd really like to know what Bob's cooking.

I gotta know my competition.

- Mm-hmm. - See,

I'm angry with you, but small talk soothes me, Vela.

Don't you wanna soothe me?

I think he's making a chili con carne thing this year.

Well, it's in his blood.

He got the recipe off the Internet,

but he always puts in his little special ingredients.

Which are?

Between us?

Couple spoonfuls of Tang.

God.

- I love that. - Mm-hmm.

See, that's inventive.

- Mm-hmm. - Bob is an inventive son of a gun.

Don't I know it.

Was it his bright idea to arrest the governor's journalist friend?

Well, I did not know

- that he was friends with the governor. - So, it was you?

Lee Raybon is an unstable gentleman.

He accosted me, started yelling about Nathan Spence

and scaring all the show lambs and...

Hell, he nearly shat his pants right near the patty toss.

He's not well.

I did not think that Donald Washberg would be friends with someone like that.

You didn't think at all, Vela.

Never do.

Luckily, I took care of it.

Got the writer eating out of my hand.

Cleaned up your mess.

You're welcome.

Jed, all I do is clean up messes.

Then why is that journalist poking around now?

A junkie dying in county isn't enough of a story.

So what else aren't you and Bob and your dumbass cousin telling me?

I can't...

Something funny?

Oh.

Oh, Jed.

You know, you bring me out here to your daddy's dusty-ass truck,

and you talk to me like you're my daddy or my softball coach.

But you need to remember something,

it's me and my boys keeping that farm working.

We do all the work while you're sitting pretty on that bench

collecting all this money.

I know how much cash is coming in.

And our piece of the pie is looking mighty slim.

Now you want me to thank you?

Okay.

Hey, hey, first off, there's...

Don't slam Daddy's door.

- Come on, Marty. - Yeah, this is really good.

Marty, somebody's got to write this story.

This is Pulitzer Prize-winning material

and I think my friend, Marty Brunner, should get the scoop.

- So this is the gift? - Yeah.

- Me doing more of your work again? - No, no,

I can't do it because of her, all right?

Um, thanks.

- Right. - Thanks.

Because of my girlfriend.

- Ginger. - The lawyer?

Yes, look, if...

The escaped convict is the heart of the story, all right?

And if I expose that, I expose her, and-and I don't wanna do that.

I can't do that 'cause I promised her I won't, all right?

But I can't just sit on this story, all right? There are lives at stake.

Well, that's a pickle.

No.

This is not a pickle.

You-You remember what you said to me about Paul McCartney

and Stevie Wonder and that terrible song,

- the-the... - "Ebony and Ivory?"

- Yes, you said, I don't know-- - You're comparing me to Stevie Wonder?

No, you can be Paul McCartney if you want.

Even if I write this thing, Lee, which I'm not going to...

Well, okay.

...she'd still be exposed.

Fuck.

♪ Well a poor man work ♪

♪ He work and slave ♪

♪ A poor man work Almost all of his days ♪

Fuck.

Hey, quit causing all that noise.

♪ Well it seem Like a poor man ♪

♪ He don't, he don't He don't get more ♪

♪ Than just enough To keep the wolf From his door ♪

♪ Swing that hammer And drive that steel ♪

♪ I've got to make the money For another meal ♪

♪ And lift that tie From the burnin' sand ♪

Hey, you break it, you buy it, sweetheart.

♪ Well a poor man work ♪

♪ He work and slave ♪

♪ A poor man go To an early grave ♪

♪ A boss man he don't Give a hang Snap that Lock on your ball and chain ♪

♪ Well it seem like a poor man He don't, he don't He don't get more ♪

♪ Than just enough To keep the wolf From his door ♪

- But not like bursting forth, you know? - Yeah.

They sit in there.

♪ Some folks seem To have all the fun ♪

♪ And maybe someday I understand ♪

Bless my soul I'm a mighty poor man ♪

Fuck.

♪ Well it seem Like a poor man...♪

You left the fucking keys out again?

Hey, that ain't gonna work.

There she goes.

Go get her.

You little goofball.

Come on.

No!

♪ La, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la ♪

♪ I always get A sinking feeling ♪

You'd do anything for money, wouldn't you?

- Even blackmail? - Oh, grow up.

I've never denied you anything. Anything money could buy...

All right, Veda, from now on, things are going to be different.

Give any thought to colleges?

Yep.

That's all anyone ever talks about.

Oh, yeah, people want you to live out their dreams.

You're saying I shouldn't go to college?

No, I'm saying if you don't want to, don't.

But the fact of the matter is you got to figure it out for yourself,

can't your mom or your dad figure it out or some old man like me.

You.

You know, I think you're a good man.

A good man is not what I am oft accused of being.

Then they don't know you.

Well...

People are many different things to different people.

There's some people I have hurt.

Yeah, but I think Dad was wrong.

He's right to him.

And I have hurt your dad.

That much is true.

- Yeah, Dad and I clash a lot. - That's cause you're alike.

Me and him were the same way.

You're a Raybon through and through.

In days of old, y'know, when the Scots went to war...

Wait, you mean like in Scotland?

- Yeah, Scotland. - What?

When we went into battle, we'd play the bagpipes.

To sound scary?

Ugh. Sounds like a gutshot jackrabbit, but not to us Scots.

Bagpipe music was not meant to scare the enemy,

it was meant to inspire the Scots.

If you go into a situation with anger,

that's only gonna make you small and defeated.

You need to march into battle with light in your eyes,

understanding in your heart.

Then you might be getting someplace.

People might listen to you,

and people might hear you.

- Bagpipes. - Yeah.

Yeah, bagpipes.

Mmm.

Fuck.

What now?

Lee fucking Raybon.

This motherfucker is blowing up your phone and you don't have

Mekko's number even saved.

What's that about, hmm?

Look at me.

This is a big misunderstanding.

Yes, I worked on Mekko's case, but I am a busy woman.

Do you know how many cases I work on in a month?

Clients come and go. I have no idea how to reach most of them.

Mekko could be anywhere.

Y-You know that me and Mekko were acquainted.

As good friends as guard and prisoner could be.

You think I don't know about you?

Oh, my God.

Oh, no, you thought he kept that to himself?

You thought you could fuck a prisoner and he would just keep your secrets? Aw.

Mekko showed me every text, every dirty line.

He said that you just needed him so bad because you were so lonely.

It was just you and your cat, uh...

God, what's his name?

- Atticus? - Oh.

Well, it looks like you may have confiscated a phone,

so good job, I guess.

But...

...you and he were not friends.

You're not a person people trust.

I mean, I can tell that you don't have any friends.

I mean I... Th-This is not a place that women come, in any form.

- You wanna find out, huh? - Hey, hey, hey!

Would you fucking calm down?

Almost. That was really good though. I was so close.

Relax. Relax.

Sorry about that.

All right. All right.

I'ma go calm down.

Thank you for that.

Mm-hmm.

I get it. I mean, I...

We all have shitty bosses.

That's... That's not my boss.

You're not the boss.

What the fuck are you...

How'd it go with Judge Jed?

About how you'd expect. Lot of big talk.

Mmm.

Uh, what does he know?

Nothing.

Who's at the top, by the way?

What?

If this thing goes all the way to the top, who's pulling the strings?

Look, I don't know who the boss is.

But it's not him.

Does he know that?

You talk a lot.

I don't know exactly.

But I know how to find out.

- Follow the money? - Bingo.

I hope he was at least polite.

He was kinda being an asshole, honestly.

- Did he fucking threaten you? - Oh, Daddy, come on.

Men like him, that's how they are.

We gotta just stay focused on us and the task at hand, right?

You're right.

Your boyfriend is a fucking fugitive,

so why don't you just call him up like you do every night,

and this whole thing will be over with?

First of all, not my boyfriend. And...

You think this whole thing will be over with?

How did it go with the mom?

It went pretty quick. It was all...

- nice and clean. - Mm-hmm.

Anyone see you?

Nobody.

Lonnie, who-who do you think takes the fall for shit like this, huh?

Trust me, it's not the boss and it's not the boss's cousin.

Trust you?

You shot me in the fucking neck.

- Well-- - Trust you?

- Yes. - Okay.

I-I am sorry I shot you in the neck.

I shot you in the neck because I thought that you were trying

to break into my fucking house.

What would you do in that situation, huh?

Give the guy flowers and a back rub or-or a shot in the neck?

- I'd bet a shot in the neck. - Yeah.

Did you hear back from my cousin?

Yeah.

They got it all taken care of.

What do you think McMann is going to give you at the end of this, hmm?

He already killed a guard out here.

But you knew that.

He will do the same to us.

He will take us out, me first, and then you, Lonnie.

He'll fucking bury us in the woods.

Fuck it. Shit.

I'm out, I'm out. Fuck.

- Here, here. Oh, okay. - Stop fucking... Just stop.

- Okay. Okay. - Fuck.

What?

Lonnie!

You little bitch! Fuck!

Oh, shit. Fuck.

- Go. Go, go, go. - Lonnie!

Do you not have the fucking keys, Lonnie?

- I'm gonna kill you! - Are you finding the correct key?

- I know-I know how to car. - I'm gonna fucking kill you! Lonnie!

- Lonnie! Open that fucking door! - Oh, Jesus.

- Open the door! - Go, go, go.

- Open this fucking door, Lonnie! - Go, go.

- There's so many keys. - Come on!

- No! - Lonnie, focus.

Lonnie! Lonnie, I'm gonna fucking kill you!

- Go! - This is the key!

That's the key! All right. I'm gonna reverse. I'm gonna reverse.

- Holy shit. - Oh, shit.

- Oh, my God, you... - Holy shit.

I thought I was reversing.

- Oh. Okay. - I think you fucking hit him.

- Do you check? - Oh, shit. Holy shit.

- Holy shit. - Oh, my God.

Fuck.

- He's good. - Yeah, I think just-just...

- He's fine. - He's trying to kill us, right?

- What else are we supposed to do? - Yeah, no. He's breathing.

- He's good to go. I'm gonna reverse. - Yeah, great. Great. Great.

♪ This old highway, She's hotter than Nine kinds of hell ♪

Fuck that guy, you know?

M-Mac and Bob, they're always giving me a hard time,

and Vela doesn't do anything about it either, you know?

If she wasn't there, I'd beat their fucking asses.

Like, the other day,

he told me that, uh, my mouth looked like

a tiny sideways "vagin-y."

Vagina, and, uh,

they started calling me Puss Mouth.

I mean, he was laughing so fucking hard, he gave himself a nosebleed,

and-and you know what, it's like,

even if I do have a quote, unquote, "Puss Mouth,"

you don't leave me out of the planning.

I'm a smart guy, you know? I'm smarter than Mac.

I...

I don't know. I just wish we could've avoided all this.

Why would they need prisoners from Boontill?

What?

Why would McMann need to transport

prisoners from Boontill to Fresh Start in Woodrell

if they already had plenty of workers at the county jail?

Oh. Those, uh, those Boontill boys, those aren't... those aren't workers, honey.

Those are enforcers.

Enforcers?

Yeah.

How do... How do you train a-a dog that's misbehaved?

You go out and you get a-a bigger and meaner dog

and-and those Boontill boys are the biggest and meanest there are, you know?

It's-It's a requirement at Fresh Start to beat down on the workers.

Hey, look, if you have any more questions, just...

I don't know, let me know, I'll answer 'em, yeah?

You're welcome, by the way.

For kidnapping me?

No. Just...

For hitting Mac with the car.

The other kidnapper?

Yeah.

And-And bravely saving your life.

Okay.

No, listen, I understand attorney-client privilege.

That's not the thing. The thing is

I need to know who owns Fresh Start Industries, all right?

That's all. It's a simple question,

and it's a matter of life and death, okay?

Hello?

Fuck!

Dan. Why couldn't he narrow down this list of lawyers?

I mean, who-who has this many lawyers?

- Don't you have, like, five lawyers? - No, I just have Daymond,

and he's on retainer, all right? I don't pay Dan.

Isn't that your lawyer girlfriend?

- Okay. So... - Okay.

- Are you okay? - Oh, nice.

- Yeah, I'm-I'm-I'm fine. - What happened?

- I'm-I'm fine, yeah. - Hey.

- Sit down. Okay. - No, you know what, I'm actually fine.

- Okay, sit down, sit down. - I'm-I'm... whoo.

- I'm good, I think. - All right.

- Yeah. - So-So what happened?

The, um...

Oh. So they just wanted me to, uh, call Mekko, but I'm like... "Well..."

- ..."I actually can't get a hold of Mekko... - Who's they?

...I don't know where Mekko is.

I don't know Mekko at all." Okay?

- Like, foremost... - Okay.

...The smell of that place, it's like

- hot dog water and piss. - Which place?

- Spam. It's not spam exactly. - What place?

Uh. McMann's house.

- You went to McMann's house? - McMann's home.

- How did that happen? - Yeah, it's beautiful. Um,

- I was brought there. - Did he force you?

No, no, I wasn't forced. I just didn't wanna go,

and they put me in the car against my will.

- Uh, but, um... - All right. Let me see. Are you hurt?

...he, um, Lonnie hit McMann with his car, but he didn't die, so that's good.

I'm a little hurt. Well, I did that, but it does...

- That part hurts a little bit. - Come on.

All right, listen. Hey, I have a first aid kit in the bathroom.

- Okay? Here, have a seat. - You know what, is it used floss?

Is that a smell? Is used floss...

- It's not a good smell. - ...even a smell?

All right, listen, just have a seat, all right?

- I'm gonna get you some water. - What's that?

- Oh. - It's me.

Uh. Why am I... W-Why, um...

Why am I on your red-string- Murder-She-Wrote wall?

It's not a Murder, She Wrote. It's just...

You know, I'm-I'm a visual thinker, you know,

and I'm just trying to make s-sense out of... out of everything. It's like...

It's all just pieces of a puzzle, and I'm trying to make the puzzle fit.

No, you're not a puzzle piece, but it's just...

Didn't we say we would keep each other's secrets?

Yeah, and I am keeping your secrets, all right?

But I'm not keeping McMann's secrets...

...understand what confidentiality means.

...or-or F-Fresh Start's or the sheriff department's secrets, all right?

- I'm just trying to step back, all right? - Why me?

- People have been killed, all right? - You think I'm not trying to

step back and figure it out?

I-I think that you have a relationship with Mekko,

okay? You do.

- And that obscures your objectivity. - Mmm.

- It does, okay? - Ooh. Wow.

No, and so I'm just trying to take a step back, yeah?

Yeah, uh, Mekko killed that kid.

- Fuck. McMann, um, would handpick guys... - Oh, my God.

...to be enforcers, I guess.

- And-And-And... - Um, just people to beat

the shit out of workers and keep them in line.

And by the way, McMann and Mekko, very close friends.

- Really? Okay, that's nice. - I guess, yeah. Maybe not.

Well, he did know my cat's name.

H-Hey, you cannot believe

- a word out of McMann's mouth. - Yeah.

You don't know why he's saying what he's saying.

- You don't know what he-- - I don't know anything!

- I don't know anything! - Okay.

I don't know who Mekko is, and I never did, I think.

Um, yeah. So I-I really don't know anything.

Oh, God, I really thought I did,

and I just didn't know where else to go, you know?

- Yeah. - I don't know why I'm here!

- Because I'm your friend, all right? - I couldn't go home.

Like, where do you go when you get fucking kidnapped?

- You come here, with me, all right? - Where do you go?

This is where you're supposed to be, here, with me.

Yeah.

You're okay.

I promise it's okay.

All right?

You know what it is? It's pigs in a blanket--

Vienna sausages.

It is Vienna sausages.

You're right. You're right.

All right, I'm gonna go get a first aid kit, all right?

- I'm gonna put cream on your wrists-- - Is it so weird if I take

- a shower in your house? - No, it's not weird at all, okay?

Tell me you have a shower in your house.

I have a shower, and I have clean towels,

I think.

- Okay. - They're on the shelf, right in here.

- Okay? You all right? - Okay.

- Yeah. Yeah. - Yeah, all right.

No, listen...

And-And don't be discouraged by the dishwashing soap.

- It's the same as bodywash. - Thank you, Lee.

No, you know, the bodywash thing is like

- a total fad, you know? - Okay.

- And there's hand sanitizer. - All right.

- It can sanitize any body part. - All right. Thank you.

They were on the hook.

I don't know, seemed clean-ish.

Yeah, they're mostly clean.

Uh... You look, um...

Like you?

Um...

- Can I have a... Do you have a drink? - Right. A drink.

Uh. No, yeah. Okay, yeah, yeah. Two secs. Two secs.

All right. Nothing here. Nothing here. Oh, yeah, half only.

- Uh. You like Fireball? - Well, uh...

Oh, oh. I'm out. Uh... ...wrong thing.

Uh, okay, fuck.

I have an idea.

Come on.

Breaking and entering can land you in pri... I'm just--

It's not breaking and entering if you have Sally's emergency key.

And this is an emergency.

Rainy-day bottle.

Oh, today was

very rainy.

I will replace that.

- Delicious. - There you go.

Thank you.

To... the... truth.

To the truth.

- You know what, why don't you tell me one? - What? One-One truth?

Like... Yes. Faster.

Okay, uh, sometimes I sniff my own boots.

I do it every morning. I don't know why.

I kinda like something about the intersection

of the leather and me, I guess.

- I like it. - Okay, drink.

- I... - Okay.

...don't love the Beatles.

They're fine. I'm sorry. No.

They're great. It's not love. No.

- We can move on. Drink. - Okay.

All right...

Sometimes I think my friend Jesús dying saved my life.

Truth.

I don't want kids remotely at all.

I'm worried about passing down the... ...whatever from whoever.

Still not totally sure all the worst stuff missed me.

No, come here, you're a good person.

You're a public defender. Come on.

No.

- I'm a terrible person. - No.

Don't say that.

Your clients are lucky to have you.

Yeah, you mean Mekko is lucky I'm such an idiot.

- That's not what I said. - I know it's not, but I'm saying.

Fuck, I was so goddamn certain, Lee, that I knew him.

Like, I was so sure.

I mean, my instincts, our instincts are-are all we have.

Like, who am I if I can't see clearly?

That was supposed to be my superpower.

- Like with you. - No.

I really see you.

- For what it's fucking worth. - What do you see?

I see all the Lees.

I see you at eight and fifteen.

Horny, stoned, with a terrible haircut.

Oh, my God. Exactly. And I see you at 20 writing your manifesto.

- "Manifesto" is a strong word. Uh... - Is it?

I did write an indictment

of the capitalist destruction of music and the visual arts.

- I know. I mean, you get the idea. - Okay. Lee, that's a manifesto.

- Yeah, I guess so. - And I see you now.

What do you see right now?

Do you think that I don't know that your insane conspiracy board

isn't a half-written story already?

I think that I can't fool you, and I don't want to.

What if I asked you to let it all go?

The story. The... The truth about it all.

Would you do that for me?

- I would try. - Would you? For me?

- For you? - Yeah.

Yes.

This asshole. Good morning!

Oh, my God.

Oh, fuck. Waylon says you're selling shit in front of my store, huh?

- No. - Yeah, no, that's what Waylon says.

Well, Waylon is mistaken. I'm cutting out soon.

- Oh, really? You're leaving? - Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

With one condition. I need to get to my storage unit.

- I've got a present-- - A present for Francis. I remember.

- Yeah, yeah. - And then you will leave?

Hell yeah. Yeah.

Yeah.

I saw a girl leave this morning dressed like that bowlegged Annie Hall.

What?

What are you talking about? Annie Hall wasn't bowlegged.

There's nothing wrong with a bowlegged woman.

Your first girlfriend was bowlegged. That Reed girl.

You were pretty serious about her.

Katie Reed? We were five years old.

She wasn't bowlegged, and-and Annie Hall is not bowlegged.

- Ginger is not bowlegged. - What kind of name is that?

- What, Ginger? - Yeah.

It's French or Norwegian or something.

Uh. Your name's Frog, all right, so I wouldn't throw stones.

- So, she's your lady? - No.

- No. I mean, maybe. - Ginger?

I don't know... ...It's none of your business, okay? It's just we...

You know, we enjoy spending time together.

So much so that you let her leave alone in an unmarked car?

I-I was sleeping, and I'm sure it was an Uber, not an unmarked car.

Jesus.

Raybon men like chasing 'em a lot more than we like to keep 'em.

That affliction is hereditary, of course, and...

I'm sorry to say I have passed it down.

Yeah, well, I appreciate the input, but you and I are not the same.

Aside from your mother, I was a hound.

Like a damn dog with two tails.

I've never met an itch I didn't want to scratch.

Thoroughly and to completion.

Helen Francis changed all that.

Yeah. Look how good that turned out.

Yeah, thanks to you.

Thanks to me?

It wasn't my idea, you coming and going as you please,

breaking her heart every other month. That's not me, all right?

You couldn't even be there for her at the end.

Well, I wish I could have been.

- Well, you could have. - Yeah, if I weren't in that ward

- that you put me in. - Oh, for... No.

They had me locked in there, just prodding me,

poking me, zapping me a time or two.

All the while you were poisoning her against me in her final hours.

Listen, you went to the hospital in 2004.

- No. - Okay. Yes. And Mom died in 1997.

- Ergo, that's true. Okay? - That's not when it happened.

Will you pull-pull into this store right here?

- I need to use the john. - No. We're almost there.

You want to see me urinate all over your car seat here?

I don't think that would represent much of a change in terms of ambience

- inside your elegant vehicle here. - We're gonna...

We're turning, all right? God.

Everybody's gotta pee.

I'll be back.

Hmm. Nah.

Were you listening to me relieve myself?

I most certainly was not.

My stream's strong as a horse, isn't it? It's loud too.

C-Can we go now? What are you doing?

Gotta get my rations first.

Payday and jerky is all I eat on the road.

"Rations"? You know that I know that you weren't in Vietnam.

What you don't know we could put in that damn bookstore of yours.

- Is that a lot or a little? - Do the math, Son. Do the math.

Your mother was a very pretty young woman when I met her.

Why don't we save the small talk?

How do you save small talk?

Don't you mean "stop the small talk"?

- Exactly. - You know, you're a lot like your mother.

Not real good at conversation.

Not real good at accepting life on life's terms.

Difference between you and me is I let life happen and I adjust.

You try to control it.

Th-That's what gets people killed.

- At least, it did in Vietnam. - Okay, here we go.

There we go. Oh, fuck that.

Oh. Wait, no. That's "Polk Salad Annie." Don't stop that.

I don't want-I don't want "Polk Salad Annie."

- Classic swamp music. - I don't like that song.

You know, our people come from the swamps.

Raybon, that's deep in the Atchafalaya.

- Come on. - Fine, fine. "Polk Salad Annie" it is.

Allons danser, baby.

♪ Where the alligators Grow so mean ♪

- You happy? - Oh, yeah.

♪ Made the alligators Look tame ♪

♪ Polk salad Annie ♪

♪ Polk salad Annie ♪

♪ Everybody said It was a shame ♪

♪ 'Cause the mama was working On the chain-gang ♪

♪ Sock a little Polk salad To me ♪

♪ You know I need A mean mess of it ♪

- Pull over right there. - Right here?

- Yeah, man. Pull over. Yeah. Right here. - All right.

- All right. - Okay.

- What's this? - Ain't that something?

Gone to hell.

- What, we used to live here? - Yeah.

Four years before your mother made me move y'all to Tulsa.

You don't remember any of that?

Not really.

Had a porch swing. Long gone now.

Old man lived over there across the street. Old Man McDaniel.

He used to come over and sit over on the porch.

Sometimes when we wasn't even here.

He didn't talk very much. He...

He could talk like Donald Duck.

You got a big kick out of that.

You know, like that?

You called him "Ka-duck."

Ka-duck. Ka-duck McDaniel.

He used to sing "Jesus On the Mainline" all the time.

That wasn't my favorite tune.

But he loved it.

Smells different now.

Yeah, let's go eat.

You'll have the cheeseburger.

As will I.

It's the best around.

As long as that griddle is still the same.

Sumbitch was seasoned back in the biblical days.

Hello, gentlemen. What can I get you?

Oh. We'll both have the cheeseburgers.

- Good choice. Onions, tomato, pickle? - Yeah.

- Uh. No tomatoes for me. - What's your name, darling?

- Kathy Garner. And you? - I'm Lee Raybon.

This is Lee Raybon Junior. He-He's a writer. He won an award.

Is-Is your mama Ida back there? Tell her Lee Raybon's here.

Oh. Ida was my grandma. She's been gone a long while now.

- Oh. - My mama passed a few years back too.

Do you know 'em?

I knew your grandma in days of old.

- They were some special ladies. - Yeah.

- We miss 'em. - Yeah. Yeah.

- Y'all good with waters? - I reckon I am.

Yeah. Water is fine. Thank you.

When I got sweet on your mama, she worked here, waiting tables.

- Really? - Yeah, she was 16.

Poor as a church mouse and skinny as a switch.

I used to sit right here till she paid attention to me.

Finally, one day, she did.

And we walked from here together one day to her house.

And I thought I was poor, but...

Lord-a-mercy, those people didn't have two pennies to rub together.

She paid for the whole family.

Don't you have anything to say?

Why'd you leave?

I mean, that's... ...all I seem to remember,

is you leaving and coming back.

Well, we're always leaving and coming back, aren't we?

I mean, that's what we do.

Isn't that what you do?

Leave, come back?

Leave and come back?

Oh.

- Hey. Who's this? - You.

Nah, that's not me. It looks like a girl.

Yeah, well, your grandmother wanted a little girl grandbaby.

So she went out and bought you a bunch of girls' clothes

and put them on you and had your picture taken.

- Huh. - It was disturbing.

You know, I ain't seen any of this since before you put me in the hospital.

Tell me the truth.

Is that why you came back here, just to stick it to me for hospitalizing you?

Is that what we're doing?

'Cause i-if that's the case, it can end right now.

I am not sorry for putting you in there, all right?

I don't care if it was hard, I don't care if it was horrible.

You were out of your mind.

You were absolutely unreachable, all right?

And I think somewhere in there, you know that.

Look, I'm not-not...

I'm not gonna apologize for doing the right thing.

Aha.

Oh, your treasure. What is it?

It's a present for... Francis.

Not you.

Okay, great.

What do we have here?

Probably just a bag of hantavirus by now.

We're gonna have to find out.

They don't make it like they used to.

That's good. Here you go.

You know how many psychiatrists it takes to change a light bulb?

How many?

One, but the light bulb really has to want to change.

Fuck.

All right, this is the last stop before Tulsa.

Are you sure you don't wanna go?

I can control my own bladder schedule, thank you very much.

Okay.

It wasn't all that bad in there.

- What? - The hospital. I...

I... I might have needed a rest.

I'm sure I did.

♪ The Lord told Noah ♪

♪ To build him an arky-arky ♪

♪ The Lord told Noah ♪

♪ To build him an arky-arky ♪

Fifteen bucks on the pump out there.

♪ Making it Out of hickory barky-barky ♪

♪ Children of the Lord ♪

♪ The animals, they came in ♪

♪ Came in by twosies-twosies ♪

♪ Animals, they came in ♪

♪ They came in By twosies-twosies ♪

♪ Hippos, peacocks Kangaroosies-roosies ♪

♪ Children of the Lord ♪

How much for these suckers, huh?

Four, huh?

Uh. Yeah, okay. You know that song?

All right. You didn't go to Sunday school?

Uh, my dad was a... he was a preacher.

He was a fake preacher, but a preacher nonetheless.

Here's four bucks.

Hmm.

♪ It rained and it poured ♪

♪ For forty daysies-daysies ♪

♪ Rained and it poured ♪

♪ For forty daysies-days... ♪

It was great talking to you.

♪ Drove those animals Crazy, crazy, crazy ♪

♪ Children of the... ♪

Got you the good beef sticks. You're gonna like 'em.

Hey, Dad. Rise and shine, huh?

I'm not driving to Tulsa alone.

Dad?

♪ Robin Hood and Little John Walking through the forest ♪

♪ Laughing back and forth at What the other'n has to say ♪

♪ Reminiscing this and that And having such a good time ♪

♪ Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally Golly, what a day ♪

♪ Never ever thinking There was danger in the water ♪

♪ They were drinking They just guzzled it down ♪

♪ Never dreaming that A scheming sheriff And his posse ♪

♪ Was a-watching them And gathering around ♪

♪ Robin Hood and Little John Running through the forest ♪

♪ Jumping fences, dodging trees And trying to get away ♪

♪ Contemplating nothing but Escape and finally making it ♪

♪ Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally Golly what a day ♪

♪ Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally Golly what a day ♪