Burn Country Page #5

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and they're both on fire.

And people are trying

to put him out,

but he keeps running

and running.

And there's bits of cars

and people in trees everywhere.

So, I run down to help,

throwing people in taxis

or whatever will take them.

And I grab this one guy,

and his leg comes right off.

Just separates from his body.

So, I toss it

in the car with him,

and on to the next and the next.

And, uh, when it was all over,

I didn't feel anything at all.

Just the adrenaline and heat.

But it wasn't like that

all the time.

It was regular life.

You'd be surprised

what you get used to, yeah?

Well, you're here now.

Yeah.

You're safe.

I didn't come here

just to be safe.

Good.

Yeah.

They can hear you

in the next county!

I like this song,

but for me the song

by the American

with the voice like rocks,

that is the best song.

What is it called?

No idea.

Oh, yes, yes.

Hey, Osman, I was thinking

about the conversation

we had this afternoon.

Lindsay and the Sokurovs

and all that.

Oh, god, Dmitri Sokurov.

My friend, now is not the time

to talk about these things.

Now is the time

only for dancing!

I lived on the Sokurov property

for, like, four months in this

killer converted chicken Coop.

But the kids, man,

they'd spy on me masturbating.

It was freaky.

But seriously,

I was swimming laps

and I couldn't stop

thinking about it.

I mean, he comes all this way,

and ends up trailing Lindsay

around west county.

I mean, what's up with that,

right?

I had to get out of there.

Their teenager threatened

to light my junk on fire.

And then I realized,

he's a journalist.

That's what they do.

Yeah.

I think you're great, Osman,

but it's a dark profession,

isn't it?

I mean, at its core?

Carl...

No, no, it's fine.

Um... yeah.

Yeah, there are some

problem things

about it sometimes.

Yes, problem things.

Like what?

Hey, Carl, come on.

Now you're just being

an a**hole.

Well, sometimes

the journalist gets it wrong.

Or lies.

Or sometimes he doesn't care

about the people.

Only the story.

Exactly.

They go somewhere,

find a person who embodies

what they already think

about a place,

then milk them for drama.

Leave the dead, empty skin

by the side of the road

and on to the next.

I think Sandra is right.

Now you are being the a**hole.

It's true!

I am an a**hole!

A great big, fleshy a**hole.

I'm just kidding, Osman.

I'm trying to make a point.

Don't listen to him, Osman.

He's just jealous

because he never got to prove

his manhood in the sh*t.

Here, let me show you

how to use that.

If we listen to one another,

if we read each other's

intentions clearly,

then no one will come to harm.

I...

Shh! No talking.

Just listen and react.

Carl!

What? What is it, baby?

All right, you guys,

let's bring it in.

Seriously, Osman,

it's not worth it.

Both of you, chill. They're

so worried about you.

Carl, let's sleep it off.

I said quiet!

Oh, my god!

Carl...

Carl, you okay, man?

He's fine. Come on.

You deserved it.

Is he all right?

Couldn't be happier.

Um, hey, do you mind

staying here tonight?

It's a little late

to drive you home.

Yes, thank you.

You okay?

I want to know you all.

Know this place.

But I'm doing it wrong.

I can tell.

There's no right way

or wrong way.

Just be here.

I left too many people behind

to just be here.

It has to mean something.

Osman, I...

It's okay.

You have to know a place

to live in it.

You have to dig in,

find the center.

How can I live here

if I can't see

the bottom of things?

Maybe that's not

your job anymore.

Then what's my job?

I don't know.

Not now.

Lindsay.

I got it. Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Gloria.

Not now.

Wait, I'm coming with you.

Just stay here, and I'll

be back as soon as I can.

What is it?

What is happening?

Nothing, just stay here.

Gloria, I promised...

Stay here!

Police blotter.

Notes for September 12th.

The hot tub man is in danger,

but I can help him

before he comes to harm.

I am certain of this,

even if I am certain

of nothing else.

Sometimes you can see

inside the hole,

and sometimes you can't.

I know what you did.

Wait. No.

No, wait!

Gloria, I...

I have to tell you...

We found his truck.

Underwater.

Somebody dumped it

in the old reservoir.

Is he...

Osman.

Whatever you know,

you have to tell me.

That his?

You went pretty far in.

He was chasing me.

It was self-defense, Osman.

Whatever you did,

it's all right.

It was right here.

You okay?

Part of me wishes

we would have found him there.

In the ground.

Christ, that's not what

you tell the cops.

Come with me

back to the station.

You stay out of sight.

I'll send the boys out

to track down Gary,

drag him in for assault.

Meanwhile, I'm back out

to the reservoir.

But look, not finding Gary

out there

is a good thing, okay?

You said they didn't find

his body in the truck, right?

Who?

Lindsay.

No, no body.

There are traces of blood

all over the thing.

Some on the steering wheel,

some on the grill, on the door.

Stop the car.

What?

Please stop the car. Stop.

Where are you going?

I need to walk.

Where?

I... I'll call you

if I need you!

Any word on Gary yet?

Nope.

Martin says they finished

the work on the truck, though.

Says it's all from the same guy.

What is?

The blood.

From the truck?

Inside and out.

Your rock? It's all the same.

Same guy.

Lindsay?

The other one. The...

The dude in the ditch.

What was his name?

Beaux.

That's it.

Uh, you want to come in?

Where's Lindsay?

What do you mean?

The day he disappeared,

no one come for him.

I think he left on his own.

You should go now.

No!

Where is Lindsay?

I don't know.

He hurt that man, didn't he?

But no one come for him, huh?

I don't know

what you're talking about!

Where is Lindsay?

He's under the sea, isn't he?

Maddie.

They told me

that's where he lives now.

Who? Who tell you that?

I don't know.

The police.

Dmitri. Everybody.

Can I help you, mi amigo?

You tell Lindsay

I'm looking for him.

You tell him I know what he did.

Hey, man.

You know the hot tub man,

Lindsay, yes?

Yeah, yeah, we used to go

to high school together.

He was being hunted.

They found his truck underwater.

Wait, what?

He owed the Sokurovs money.

I think it's for his business.

I don't know.

But he was in trouble

and now he's gone.

They were chasing him,

but now the man is dead.

What? What is it?

If he hurt someone,

there had to be a reason, right?

There had to be a reason.

Hell, I don't know.

He's a wild man.

A little bit like you and me,

I guess.

How do you mean?

Well, on one hand

he's got a sense of humor,

on the other

he's got a little bit

of a death wish thing

happening, you know?

If I had that wish anymore

you think I'd be here?

What about the Soku...

Wait.

I got to go.

Sh*t.

Hey.

Hey, kid.

No, no, no!

I just want to talk!

Please stop.

Oh, sh*t.

Let go of me!

My dad's going to kill you!

You come to pay your respects?

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