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keep your f***in' mouth shut

about sh*t

you know nothing about.

It's just bullshit, man,

to pass the time at the joint.

That's all, man.

That's all I know.

Nothing else. That's it.

F***, man.

Ah!

All right. All right.

Couple years ago, okay,

I was working at the Palomino.

There was a stripper named

Jada, Jade or Jasmine...

It was Jasmine,

yeah, Jasmine. Okay.

She saw the one that got away.

Ten years ago, her ex, a doctor,

the doctor said

he got hit by a truck,

but she said she never seen a

truck use a 9 millimeter before.

Hey, that'll come in handy if you

ever run into a circus clown.

Yeah, look at Stillman.

It's like he's waiting

on a train that's

already left the station.

I'm thinking you're out

where the trains don't run.

F***!

We're all f***ing crazy

to be out in this desert.

He couldn't remember nothin'!

His name, how he got there.

Yeah. Yeah, he was lucky

he even survived, you know?

He lived?

Yeah. She hung out for

a couple more years,

hoping her ex-loser husband could

get his hands on some of that cash.

But he never did.

It never showed up.

And in Baker, $10 million

is not gonna go unnoticed.

- Baker?

- Yeah, Baker.

A shithole, 90 miles

outside of Vegas.

Is he still there?

Come on.

Is the man with

no name still there?

I don't know.

I really don't know.

But the doctor, you can find

him at the Dry Mouth Saloon.

- Where the f*** are we goin'?

- Baker.

Oh, God.

Hey Doc.

- Got this thing in my shoulder.

- Yeah, I'm all booked up.

Oh, all right, wait inside.

Thanks, Doc.

Hey Sheriff, next time,

use the front door.

It's not an abortion clinic.

Bet your father sometimes

wishes it was, huh?

I seen it. He had an arrow

sticking right out of his back.

You shut up, you crazy old man.

- Hey, Ronny.

- Hey, how ya doin'?

Good day.

We got an Indian problem, Ronny.

Hey.

Ronny, you thinking about...

thinking about getting

that Lucky Sevens license back?

Election's not for

another month, Madsen.

Come on, man, Bishop's

through in this town.

You know that.

Everybody knows that.

- Who the f*** elected that guy?

- Sheriff?

You did, Madsen. And you.

And you. And you, Henry.

We just thought he'd get rid

of Cody and his bunch...

not shut down

legitimate businesses.

I didn't vote for no one.

Yeah, I didn't vote for nobody either.

You shut up.

That brother ain't

even from here, man.

Watch it, Madsen.

The usual, Ronny?

Yeah. Usual.

And make it to go.

One hot.

- One iced.

- Thank you.

You just think about

what I said, Ronny.

Baker's dried up

since he got here.

Wait, they said those

were going up next week.

They're all over town, Ronny.

You got something

to confess, Sheriff?

It's Sunday. We're closed.

How did you know it was me?

I was married

to a Latin woman myself, once.

Drive a man to confess

to sh*t he didn't even do.

We started an hour early today

with this damn heat.

Carmen must've forgotten

to mention it.

I maybe forgot to listen.

So Joshua.

You've been here, what,

eight, nine years?

Eight years, four months,

seven days and three hours.

But who's counting, right?

So you remember

what Baker was like.

Before.

Did you know I was on TV?

No.

Reverend Stone's Traveling

Salvation Show.

I had over a million followers.

Million and one.

One too many, it turns out.

Before Baker, I was reduced to turning

one-night stands into lifetimes of misery.

Viva Las Vegas Wedding Chapel.

We had a drive-thru.

Nobody's in this town

by accident, Sheriff.

You closed down casinos, bars, hell, you

even tried to close down the Dry Mouth.

How you expect these

people to make a living?

Baker's like a delicate ecosystem.

We don't have to like it,

but we're all in it together.

Sheriff.

When you drive out the wolves,

the rats take over.

Word gets out about rats,

attracts more wolves.

Throws everything out of balance.

Unless, of course, there's one wolf

that's big and bad enough to keep

all the other wolves at bay.

Really think they'd

be this far south?

No, we just drew

the short straw.

We don't expect 'em

this far off the highway.

Mm-hmm. Well, have a good day.

What d'ya think?

I don't like it.

Step out of the vehicle.

Officer down. Officer down.

I repeat, officer down.

Pine Creek Road.

We need an ambulance.

Suspects headed north in

a 2009 silver Dodge Charger.

I repeat, northbound on 95.

Bill, is that you?

Hang on Bill, we got

units on the way.

Pike. Pike!

Come on. Come on. Stay with me.

That's it, come on.

Come on. I got you.

His name's not Bishop.

What the...

Do you know about this?

Everyone else her age is either dating a

cheerleader or on his way to Afghanistan.

He's a good kid.

And you know how many calls

I get about this "good kid".

She's almost eighteen, Gabriel.

Waiting up, Sheriff?

Your mother was worried sick.

You know, seeing

as it's after midnight.

- Is it?

- What could you possibly be doing?

In this town? There's

only one thing to do.

The Tastee Freez is shut.

I can't have you

talking to me like that.

You're not my father. You're just

the guy that's f***ing my mom.

She didn't mean that.

Didn't she?

No. She's afraid, Gabriel.

She's afraid that

this is all there is.

That this desert is

the edge of the world.

There's two kinds

of people in this town.

The dead and the dying.

I wonder which are we.

Devil's on his way.

It's just something my father used

to say when it was this hot in June.

What were you, Sheriff?

I mean, before?

I've seen you walk into situations

most men would run from.

You don't even carry a gun.

I notice you come up here every morning

and every evening, sit on the bluff.

I can see the whole

of Baker from up here.

Yeah, the thing is, you're

never looking towards town.

You came in what, second in that quick

draw competition in Vegas last year?

First.

First. Okay.

Rocks and bottles and paper targets,

they don't shoot back, huh?

You're wondering if you got

what it takes to do my job.

Well you don't. Nobody does.

But you see, the job don't care.

So you just gotta do it anyway.

Man, I shouldn't

have to tell you.

You're a war hero, Ronny.

I'm not a hero.

I was just trying to punch my ticket

out of here like everyone else.

You know, it's funny.

You're the only person who doesn't

wanna get out of this town.

Think they hate you for that.

Thanks for the coffee.

- Here you go, sir.

- Yeah. Thank you.

Want the pie, Sheriff?

It's cobbler today.

Is it?

Mm-hmm.

Cobbler would be

very nice, Halle.

Can't believe anybody's

gonna still vote for this guy.

There ya go, Sheriff.

Why don't you carry a gun?

A sheriff oughta carry a gun.

I'm afraid I might shoot

somebody, Henry. Gentlemen.

The Apaches say,

"Where there is lightning

with no thunder..."

"there is bad medicine,

because lightning

is of the past,"

"that the Thunderbird

has already flown away."

"That is why

we did not hear it."

Yeah?

What do the Navajo say, Keith?

Pretty much the same thing.

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