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I told him to leave

you alone, though.

It's getting kinda cold.

I'll see you inside.

- I didn't mean to snap earlier.

Bits of that old barn keep

coming down after bad weather.

It's a hundred years old.

We're going to church tomorrow

if you wanna come with us.

- I don't go to church.

- Okay.

Well, sleep well.

28, 32, 34, 36.

Sh*t.

- Sorry.

- Cow got through

some broken fence.

She might be in the woods

behind the house, there.

When you're done

with your chores,

maybe see if you can find her.

- Why doesn't Byron

have to come, momma?

- Because he doesn't

believe in God.

- Why not?

- Some people just don't.

- They're smart.

- Seat belts.

- Come on.

Sh*t!

Hello?

No damn cow out here.

Don't shoot!

Please, don't shoot!

Please, don't shoot!

- What're you doing?

- I'm looking for a cow.

- Well, I don't see any cows.

- My aunt,

Beth Larson, she

said one got loose

in these woods.

- Larson's ain't colored.

- My stepbrother's family.

- Oh.

Well, I hit a few this way.

There we go.

- Scared the sh*t out of me.

- Looks like an egg, right?

Did I hit you?

- No.

I cut it on the fence.

- Come on, let's

get you fixed up.

Come on.

Tastes like sh*t, doesn't it?

My wife loved Italian espresso.

Except, you can't

get it around here.

- What were you shooting?

- I wasn't shooting,

I was hunting.

- What were you hunting?

- Crows.

They're loud.

They prey on the other

birds in the wood.

You know what they call a

group of crows, don't you?

A murder.

A murder of crows.

They think

that they are eggs to steal.

Then pop.

You are the first colored farmer

I've ever seen around here.

- I ain't no farmer.

- You got a bad attitude, son.

Look at you all

hunched over there,

like a sleeping giant.

What's the point of being

a giant if you're sleeping?

You're just a big old

sleeping jellybean.

What the hell you doing

on a farm, jellybean?

- Helping my brother's family.

- Yeah, I heard

about that car wreck.

Make yourself useful

and you won't be sent

out hunting cows.

That's a lesson you can

take back to the city.

- How do you know

I'm from the city?

- You're from the city?

- Yeah.

- If you're colored

and you ain't in Africa

or Mississippi,

you're from the city.

- Aight.

Thanks for this.

Thanks for the coffee.

- Don't thank me for

the coffee, it's sh*t.

- You just now getting back?

- I was looking for that cow.

- Did you find her?

- No, I'm sorry.

- You've been out all day.

I left you some food.

- Thanks.

- Mhmm.

- There we go.

Wait a minute.

Get in there.

There you go.

Right there.

Excuse you.

Are you talking back?

There you go.

Look.

You gonna drink some milk

or you gonna die of dehydration?

Don't shake your head no to me.

Come drink this milk.

I'm aight with you dying

if you aight with it.

- What'd you do?

- Cut it on the fence.

- Yeah, that fence

is a f***er, huh?

What'd you really do?

You know,

like go to prison

and everything.

- Some stupid sh*t.

- You in a gang or something?

- Yeah, something.

- You ever kill anybody?

- You think they'd let me out

on parole if I killed someone?

My friend was driving

that car for months.

I didn't know it was stolen

until we got pulled over.

- You think I could

probably kill you?

- Yeah.

- Not like saying I would.

Just, you know, if I had

to I could probably do it.

You think that's funny?

- That's good to know.

- Julia.

Time to go.

Get in the car.

Buckle up, okay?

That thing hurt?

- Yeah.

You mind watching Julia for a

sec while I pop in the store?

- Cool.

Like ice cream?

- Yeah.

- Hi, Julia.

- Hi.

- How are you?

- I'm good, thank you.

- You like my pie then.

- Yeah, it was nice.

What do you want?

- Chocolate, please.

- One chocolate coming right up.

- Hi Julia.

- Hi.

- How do you like farming?

- Everything I ever

dreamed it would be.

- That's funny.

You see, this ain't a joke.

This is what we do out here.

- And I love it.

- Hi, sweetie.

I didn't hear you come in.

- Hi, mom.

- Two dollars, please.

- No, I'll get that.

- Don't worry about it.

Actually, I think I can

give you a free one today.

- Thank you.

- You gonna pay for that?

- Nah, just looking.

Bye.

- Greg, what the heck

is the matter with you?

- Stealing jelly, really?

- What?

- I got a call from your parole.

- Motherf***er.

You need to ask that

lady at that store.

Whatever, the owner.

She knows I didn't do nothing.

- Why would Greg say

that if it wasn't true?

- Because he's a f***ing liar.

- They are our

friends, you know?

- You need to talk

to your friends then

because I ain't no nothing.

I ain't gotta be

pushing this sh*t.

You gonna be

accusing me of sh*t.

I'm going back.

I ain't gotta take this.

- Okay.

- F***ed up.

- So what happened?

- Your friend making sh*t up.

- Well, he's an idiot.

His family owns that

land over the bridge.

The one you got to accidentally.

Used to wreck here a lot too,

when we were younger, actually.

It's always kinda weird though.

I don't know.

I just could always

tell he kinda liked me.

I just never really

felt the same way.

Then we got older

and I started dating

his best friend, Sean,

the other guy you met

when you ran into them.

It's always been kinda

awkward after that.

Anyways.

Dad always wished I was a boy

and wish that Greg was as

good as I was on the farm.

Damn shame he got neither.

There you go.

That should do it.

You should swing

by the bar later.

Come say hi.

- I'm allowed to get

the f*** out of here,

but gotta stay dry.

- Fun.

You could always come

and not drink, I guess.

They give you a medal.

You'll be the first person

in the history of the bar

to ever do that.

See you later.

- Cool.

- You did the smart thing by

coming in right away, at least.

Let me give you a

piece of advice.

Stay clear of anything you

think could be trouble.

- But I told you.

- You think anyone

cares about your side?

You're the felon.

Two out of three of your sorry

asses will be back inside

within three years.

You'll go back quick if you

don't keep your nose clean, kid.

Understood?

- Yeah.

- Can't tell me what to do!

- Who pulls a gun on

someone who's lost?

- B*tch!

- F*** off, Sean.

Go home, Sean!

- Eliza, it's your black cousin.

- Byron?

Sorry.

Come in.

I didn't think you

were gonna come.

Welcome to the most

happening bar in America.

- Yo, what up?

- Hey.

Shot time.

- Y'all go ahead.

- Do they test you or something?

- No so far.

- Who gives a sh*t?

- Y'all guys are gonna

get me in trouble.

- Ready?

Yeah!

Okay,

you're on catch up.

Cheers.

The most boring place on Earth.

To Byron, for bringing

some color to it.

Byron! Byron! Byron!

Byron! Byron! Byron!

- Come on, sweetie.

Time to get up.

Oh my god.

- Where have you been?

- We feel asleep, okay?

- I only called you

a hundred times.

The least you could do

is pick up your phone.

- Jesus Christ, mom.

- I guess I can't

expect either one of you

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