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So what are you gonna do now?

I'm not sure.

Yeah, I ain't worried

about it though.

I'm sure you're eager

to get out of our den.

that's no way to live, right?

Right.

See ya.

Keith.

- Who called you?

- Someone from the rangers' office.

Since when did campgrounds start

separating recyclables?

Come on,

everybody's going green.

I'll get the gloves. You do the tarp.

Okay, this is great.

Glamorous though, no?

Yeah.

It's the good stuff here.

- All right.

- Here we go.

You don't say much

personal type stuff.

Okay.

I was raised in Sacramento.

I started in the uniform up there.

Then I moved

to Montana State Patrol for a guy...

the wrong guy, of course.

So one day I just got so fed up,

I sent out I think about 50 resumes,

covered the entire country.

And Meskada County

was first to respond.

Hey.

"MM4620S R22."

Mile marker 46,

Anything else?

Yes, a flyer.

This is a local fair.

Where?

A town called Caswell.

How do you know?

It's where I'm from.

Well, we should call the DA,

maybe Caswell police.

We don't need

to call anyone yet.

I mean, it's late already.

We'll drive out tomorrow.

Okay.

It's your case.

God, I haven't been back there

since my dad's funeral.

Senior year in high school

my folks saved up

all this money

for me to go

to MacAuley College.

I didn't want to go.

I loved it in Caswell.

But Dad insisted.

We fought day and night

for months.

I ended up going.

I met Emily and that was it.

Never moved back.

Love will do that to you.

Yeah, I guess so.

Daniel.

Hey. Oh my God,

it's been a while.

Yeah, it's been too long.

How are you?

- Really good.

- Oh.

Oh! As I live and breathe.

- What are you doing?

- How's things, Billy?

No complaints.

How about you?

Really good.

Just give me one second.

Can I get you a beer or something?

No, thanks.

What brings you down here?

Take care of him.

How's Jane?

- Ah. Busy as hell.

- Yeah?

Yeah, finally sold

the Wyatt plant...

a pharmaceutical company called

Kinnealey-Masterson.

- Been working on it for months.

- That's great news.

Yeah. Well,

it's something like 400 jobs,

so, you know,

it's really gonna save us.

The only problem is I never get

to see her before midnight.

Hey, you know what?

You should come down

to the floats this year.

I know she'd love to see you.

Hey, Missy,

if you find this punk on the wall

over there, lunch is on the house.

Step into my office here, fellas.

- Sure you don't want a beer?

- No.

You've got a little official business

going on?

Family all right?

Everybody good?

Yeah yeah yeah.

You guys hear

about this burglary up by me?

Mm.

Yeah. The one where

that kid got killed? Yeah.

That is a f***ing nightmare.

Is it your case?

Are guys trucking up to Hilliard

from here for work?

Of course.

Seems like kind of

a long way, no?

Gotta go where the work is,

right, Noah?

I mean,

Wyatt's been closed down

for almost, I don't know,

five years or so.

Yeah, I mean, guys do

construction trade all over, you know...

Hilliard, Northfield, Ocinto.

Hand me the rag, will you?

Say please.

So wait a minute. What... what...

what are you thinking, Noah?

You think

that mess might lead here?

No, I haven't called anyone yet.

I'm here on my own.

Noah, who's the looker?

She's with me.

I'm keeping this quiet,

but I do need to do

some interviews

with guys who have been

traveling for work.

Noah, everyone here

travels for work.

People are constantly

coming and going all the time.

The town's like

a regular truck stop.

Well,

Hilliard workers then.

You have some evidence,

I'm guessing?

I have what I have, Daniel.

Guys, this is me, you know.

It's gonna stay under control.

I just need you to help me

round up some people, that's all.

Yeah, all right, Noah.

We'll play ball.

# Ride on my tumbleweed #

# It's the only way

to get around... #

Thanks for your time, Carl.

Yeah.

A kid got iced in Hilliard.

Hilliard? What the f*** are

they doing way down here?

They're cops. They got nothing better

to do than waste our time.

Keith's sick today.

I can't f***ing do this right now.

Cross your fingers

for door number two though.

She's a fox.

- Later.

- Mm-hmm.

Have a seat.

Okay. Name, please.

Dennis Burrows.

I'm Detective Cordin

from the Hilliard Township Police.

I guess you know

why I'm here.

Some kid was killed?

That's right.

A boy was murdered

the night of October 6th...

it was a Monday night...

during a robbery of his home.

You don't have any suspects

in your own town?

I'm talking to guys

who work construction up there,

trying to account for their

whereabouts that night, if possible.

Whereabouts?

Yeah.

Hmm, I can't really remember.

I was probably hanging out

with some of the guys on the crew.

I was staying

at Motel 6 on Route 80.

Anything more specific?

Can anyone vouch for that?

Not off the top of my head, no.

You know, sometimes people's

memories are pretty good

when they exercise them.

Yeah well,

I'm on the road a lot.

It's hard to exercise

when you work for a living.

You got me?

I think so.

Excuse me one second.

Oh, you can have a seat.

I'll be right back.

- I'm not done yet?

- Not yet.

But my kid's sick.

I gotta get home. He's by himself.

It shouldn't be much longer.

Mr. Burrows,

this is Detective Spencer

from the Meskada County

Sheriff's Office.

I hate to bring this up,

but you were arrested in 1998

for grand larceny

in Hatherton.

Yeah, and that case was thrown out

'cause it was f***ing stupid.

Yeah, I got sold a hot car. So what?

I have an alibi.

You're a f***ing cop.

Why don't you look at the court record?

- I will.

- Good.

County Sheriff, huh?

Could you get me

a glass of water?

Mr. Burrows, one more time,

can you remember

where you were

the night of October 6th?

No.

So my report is gonna be

about Bart Simpson.

Sweetie, you can't do it

on a TV character.

Mrs. Danson said it's okay.

Come on, buddy.

Your mom worked all day

and made this nice food.

Stop playing with it.

Ow.

- You got a pain?

- Yeah.

Hey.

Jesus. Where were you?

A lady's paying

to clear out a house on the 527.

You went with Eddie?

No, I couldn't find him.

I hitched.

- You playing cards tonight?

- Yeah.

Do your homework first.

How much does it pay?

How long is the job for?

L... I don't know, Dennis.

Chris said you never made it

to the lake yesterday.

Yeah, got held up

by the goddamn cops.

Cops?

Yeah, there were cops

from Hilliard here.

From Hilliard?

A bunch of crap really.

They just wanted to speak

to everybody

that's working up there.

A boy got killed

during a house robbery.

It's terrible.

Yeah, it was,

but it's not like they had any proof.

It was a cattle call really.

- Mom, can I have some juice?

- Yeah, go ahead.

What'd they ask?

Nothing.

Wanted people's alibis.

If they had nothing,

then why'd them come down here?

It doesn't figure.

A waste of time maybe.

It's a juvenile homicide.

They don't have time to waste.

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