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their own manure till they get thrush!
Was that your idea?
Now get your ass in there!
I can't...
You don't think I can hear you?
Now say something.
Now you clean up that sh*t!
I don't wanna see that ornery face
that you put on while you're doing it!
Dad, she wasn't being ornery.
She was just trying to help.
Huh?
You don't know sh*t about sh*t!
You stay down, James!
Don't you f***in' look at me, boy!
I'll split your head open like a pumpkin!
Ya hear me?
You put your eyes on the floor.
Hmm!
I'll break every last one of ya.
And I'll break you of that
city-sh*t attitude!
Your dirty sister and your whore of a mother
tried to teach both of ya!
But it won't happen again.
Now get down there
and clean that sh*t up!
You don't think I can strike you?
- No!
- Sorry!
- Huh?
I'll spank you like I spank every horse here!
- Don't you f***in' touch her!
- Aah!
You didn't break me!
You hear me?
Never!
You piece of sh*t.
You piece of sh*t.
You...
You ruined everything.
You ruin everything!
I want to go home.
Aw, sh*t!
Detective Woll speaking.
- Detective Woll?
- Yep, that's me.
Hi. It's, uh... It's James... Reedy.
James, uh, where are you?
I'm at my dad's ranch.
But, uh...
Yeah, he's... he's dead. I...
I killed him.
I didn't know what else to do.
You know, he... he was going
after Tara, so...
Oh, ok-okay. Is... Is Tara all right?
Yeah. She... She's fine, but...
Look, I know... I know the cops here.
They're gonna take her,
so I didn't... I didn't know what to do.
James, you listen up.
For the record, we never had
this conversation, all right?
Now, I can't promise you anything,
but if you'll bring Tara back here
and turn yourself in,
I'll do my best for you.
All right?
Okay. What... What about Tara?
I'll get Joleen. Don't worry about it.
James...
Okay.
Yeah.
Hey.
Hey.
Where are we going?
You're goin' home, and to your mom.
My mom? Where is she?
She's in Westmoreland,
waiting at the police station.
Can't be any worse
than it's been, you know?
Before now,
it's like I've been living in a dream.
Bad dreams.
Sleepwalking.
But you helped me.
Woke me up.
- I did?
- Yeah.
You did.
Do me a favor.
Yeah. Sure.
When you see her,
tell her...
tell her
"This is the first day of the rest of
her life."
Okay? It wasn't before, but now it is.
Okay.
Why don't you tell her?
This is one you tell, okay?
All right.
You know, you're not an idiot.
You're not an idiot,
like he would always call you.
Tara. Tara!
- Oh, sh*t!
- James!
Jesus Christ.
Oh, God!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God, baby.
I'm so sorry!
Oh, baby!
I'm so sorry.
Oh, God, I'm so sorry.
Tell me you're okay.
Tell me you're okay!
- I'm okay.
- Yes? Where is James?
Where is he?
- Where is he?
- Gone.
Oh, sh*t!
Where is he, baby? Where did he go?
- I don't know.
- Did he say anything?
Yeah. Yeah, he said, um...
He said that...
today is the first day
of the rest of your life.
I repeat, all Westmoreland,
put a scan in the area for a blue Buick.
- My life?
- Yeah, that's what he told me. Yeah.
# Come on, come out #
# The weather is warm #
# Come on, come out #
# Said come on, come on #
# A spot in the shade #
# A spot in the shade #
# Away from it all #
# Watching the sky #
# You're watching a painting
coming to life #
# It all goes, all goes by #
# A blanket to lie #
# The pieces of gold #
# They light up your eyes #
# And now we're alone #
# And now we're alive #
# Watching the sky #
# You're watching a painting
coming to life #
# It all goes, all goes,
all goes, all goes by #
# Stopping the time #
# The rush and the waiting #
# Keep it inside #
# It all goes, all goes,
all goes, all goes by #
# It all goes #
# Passing by #
# It all goes #
# Passing by #
# Come out #
# Watching the sky #
# You're watching a painting
coming to life #
# It all goes, all goes,
all goes, all goes by #
# Stopping the time #
# The rush and the waiting #
# It all goes, all goes by #
# Come on, come out #
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Burbank, CA
# Come on, come out #
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