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to be responsible adults.

- Was dad a responsible adult?

- I defended you

like you asked me to.

- Sh*t, you look

as bad as I feel.

- I'm not so sure I'm

saying I wanna sell,

but I'll see what you

come back with, I guess.

- Okay, I'll run the numbers.

I'll be back to you

next week, probably.

- Okay.

Finish your chores?

- Yeah.

One of them died, though.

- The little one

who couldn't drink?

- Yep.

- Can't even keep

our cows alive now.

- I'm sorry.

- What little we had

in the bank is gone.

Can't even pay Flea now.

121 years ago we

homesteaded this land.

121 years.

No one wants to be the

generation to lose the farm.

Here's to you and me, Allen.

- I'm literally

shoveling sh*t all day.

These cows are the size of

motherfucking elephants.

- No matter what the job is,

everybody get

their feet in sh*t.

Lost mine.

- Lost your what?

- My job.

- Why?

- Boss said some of

the tools went missing

and he accused me.

- Did you do it?

- No, I didn't.

Now I'm f***ed.

- He gonna report it?

- Nah.

At least my PO don't know.

- What you gonna do?

- Got a couple interviews.

They form my application.

Gotta check that

motherfucking felony box.

- I gotta bounce, man.

- That ain't an option for you.

- I got three years parole

working this sh*t?

- So?

Man, you lucky to have any job.

You could be out there

picking up roadside trash

like I'm gonna be with the

rest if the n*ggers on parole.

- Quickest way I'm

gonna end up back inside

is sitting here, waiting

for Marquis to decide

he wants me to start

hustling again.

I got to bounce.

- Where you been?

- Driving.

- Where?

- Where I want.

- Okay, okay.

How's it going?

- Why you here, man?

- Beth's struggling.

- No sh*t.

- I'm gonna do their

tractor work on weekends

and I'm gonna show

you some other things

you can do too.

- I already got my chores.

- I'm gonna be waking you early.

Wake up.

Okay.

You awake?

- No.

- It's a f***ing mess in here.

You gotta wash these bottles.

- I just fill them

up with milk later.

- You gotta wash them now

or they build up gunk.

What the f*** is this?

No, no.

Just put that there.

- What are those anyway?

- I think they're for

premature calves or something.

If we feed it to

ours they get sick.

So don't mix them, okay?

Yeah.

Just there.

Thank you.

Okay?

So turn it on.

You actually gonna

pay attention?

Does that look like

the f***ing key?

- What?

Start the sh*t your damn self.

- Stop being a damn child.

- You keep talking sh*t,

you're gonna be

picking yourself off

this motherfucking whip.

- You wanna buy it?

- Oh, no.

I was just looking.

Why you have all this?

- I can sell that stuff for

more than you can believe.

- That's what you do.

Collect old junk.

- If it's junk, I don't want it.

- There's a bunch of old

stuff down at the Larson's.

You should take a look.

It's just sitting behind

that big old barn.

I'm sure they could

use the money.

How old is he?

- About 12.

I don't ride him much anymore.

We mostly just go on walks.

Yeah, I used to have

loads of horses.

I used to train them

and race them.

Trade them.

I sold the Larson's

their horses.

Until Allen brought them

back a couple months later.

Boy, there were some tears

in his daughter on that day.

Okay.

- I'm betting this is too short.

- Well, all right.

I don't know how good

that club is for you.

It's not like basketball

or whatever it is you

colored fellas play.

- You do you it ain't

been cool to say colored

for about 50 years now?

- I can never keep

up with what's what.

I got something better for you.

Yeah.

- How long does

this usually take?

- Some things don't have

no usually, jellybean.

It's all right if I call

you jellybean, isn't it?

- Nope.

- An old man, like me, can't

just sit while fishing.

I have to keep myself warm.

That done and did it.

Now I got it between the

coyotes and the wolves.

Them crows will let them

know I was here, for sure.

Then my daughter would

have to come see me.

- Where is she?

- I don't know.

We had a falling out

after me and her momma split up.

Daughters got a way of

being angry at their daddy's

like you wouldn't believe.

- When'd you last see her?

- Too long.

She won't come see me.

Why are you here anyway?

My stepbrother is a lawyer.

He sorted my parole transfer.

Thought it would be a good idea

to get me out the

city for awhile.

Courts went for it.

- Clever brother.

Sounds to me

like you ain't got no

future in this crime sh*t.

You got caught already.

- Who knows.

Maybe I'll become a horse trader

or a junk collector.

- Now both of them things

require dedication and patience.

You got dedication

and patience, huh?

I don't know if there's any

fish left in that stream,

bye the way.

- Are you all right?

- Go back to bed.

It's not time for chores.

- What if you accidentally

shoot the house?

Your kids are inside.

Can you put it down?

- Allen wore this every day.

Everybody dies, you know?

- Maybe not today, though.

- What is going on here?

How you feeling?

- I've felt better.

- Got some stuff that's

good for a hangover

on the kitchen counter.

- Okay.

I'll take some and get working.

- I got it.

Just take it easy or something.

You almost finished with that?

There's something maybe

you could help me with

if you're free.

- Just finishing up.

- Eliza.

B*tch!

I'm calling the police!

You attacked me on my property.

- Your property looks

like a f***ing meth lab,

you loser.

- Oh yeah?

You were the one that was

so desperate to live here.

You're crazy just like

the rest of your family.

- F*** you!

- Pathetic.

Who the f*** would wanna

have a baby with you?

- You f***ing told him?

You told him I'm pregnant.

- What the hell

is wrong with you?

- F***! F***! F***!

Let me out.

- Julia.

Let me show you a game outside.

- Okay.

- Can I talk to

you for a second?

- What makes you

think you're white?

- How do you decide?

- Well, white goes first.

- I wanna go first.

- But you don't

know how to play.

- Well, you're gonna teach me.

- Okay.

Oh, sh*t.

- You haven't been

piling the marked bags.

- Man, chill out.

I just got back.

- I told you it was important.

They can't get mixed up.

- You just seen me pull up.

I haven't had a chance yet.

- I gotta go.

- You see your aunt?

- No.

- She's losing it.

- You been making

all your meetings?

- What you think, man?

- That's all that matters.

Just get through that

and you can go do

your own thing again.

- You don't know sh*t.

- I'm the only reason you're

not still behind bars.

More feed's getting delivered.

If you see any more of those

bags, pull them out, all right?

All right?

- Yeah.

- Thank you.

- Yeah?

- So she's gonna

raise it on here own.

- My mom raised me on her own.

- You must miss your mom a lot.

I was pregnant with

a boy before Julia.

When I miscarried, Allen just...

He just closed off.

Eliza hated him

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