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There's also a lone wolf

roaming the countryside,

who likes to get kinky

with a straight razor.

I mean, come on!

Who comes up with this sh*t?

Is the world really this crazy? Of course it is,

or my name isn't Crazy Al!

Hold it.

Drop the basket

and put the gun

on the ground. Slow.

Don't try anything.

I'm not alone.

F***.

Just take whatever

you want, okay?

Just let us go.

All I'm looking for...

Is a handshake, friend.

Here.

Take it.

Nathan Wood.

Mark West.

Pleasure to finally meet you.

And, uh...

Nina Monroe.

Sorry for the theatrics,

but you know how it is.

Been a while since

we've seen folks like you.

-We?

-I've been watching you.

Wait. Sorry.

That came out wrong. Listen.

We are the same.

We want the same things.

As a matter of fact, uh...

Well, I know this sounds crazy,

but I was wondering...

Sh*t. Go.

If you find the blond,

don't mess up her face.

Listen up.

My wife and I would like

to invite you both

over for dinner.

-What?

-Uh, sorry, late lunch.

That's Theresa.

You don't have to dress up

or anything.

The girls can open

a bottle of wine,

I'll make cocktails,

and you can meet my kids.

The f*** was that?

My son, Steven. All clear?

Clear.

My dad had one of these.

He liked it.

-Yours '81?

-It's '82.

Four wheel drive standard.

Yours five speed?

It's, uh, converted

to automatic, actually.

That faux wood on navy.

Man, it was a different era.

It's running rich.

My guess is the float level

in the carb is off,

but just been messing with it.

Well, my offer still stands.

You can talk it over

if you like. But if you

did happen to come,

I might just have

an original service manual

for an '81 Eagle.

Bullshit.

My old man's.

It'll definitely have

the float level specs.

-You into cars?

-Nah.

I like guns.

You know, uh...

It would mean the world

to my wife and to me,

if you would join us.

Oh. We really should get going.

I understand.

I just can't help but think

that we met for a reason.

People like us don't just

cross paths, not out here.

And seeing you two

gave me hope.

And I might add that Theresa

makes the best goddamned

green bean casserole

you'll ever have.

I guess, if it's on the way.

Well, now that's the spirit!

Steven, let's get

this beautiful car

hooked up to the rig.

It'll be safer for us

to ride in the truck.

Pull her around back,

I'll go get the truck ready.

I can't wait for you

to meet Theresa.

I think you girls

will really hit it off.

Sh*t! Plowboys.

Just sit tight.

Jim.

How's the family?

Safe. Yours?

Steadfast.

So what are you boys

doing out here?

Just patrolling

the neighborhood.

Hunting for Gamblers.

You know they stole

nine of my girls?

F***ing freaks!

Probably using them

to make babies.

You have some fresh faces

with you.

They're friends.

Couldn't help but notice

the merchandise.

K-98. Where'd you get it?

You see the cooch in the truck?

I call her Betsy.

Is she a Cherry?

- What's she doing down here?

- I don't know.

Deserter, maybe?

Didn't see any more of those

man-hating b*tches, so,

I assumed she's alone.

She will turn a pretty penny.

Just relax, sugar pop.

I even injected her

with one of those

animal tracking devices.

Just like old Ginger.

This one ain't getting away.

She's a wild one, too.

She bit Bruce's finger

clean off when we caught her.

Oh, yeah.

I am going to test drive

her tonight.

So, who is the cha-cha

in the truck?

Don't worry.

Plowboys are pussies.

Don't tell my dad

I said "pussies."

I would

really appreciate it

if you would move your plow.

Gonna be late for dinner.

What if I don't?

Give my best to Theresa.

Will do.

I really appreciate

you guys doing this.

As promised.

Oh, my God.

Wow, thank you.

So obviously,

you wanna stay off

I-94 and Highway 10.

If the snipers don't get you,

the gangs will spot you

from the radio towers.

-Mmm-hmm.

-You came from Two Harbors?

-Yeah, yeah.

-Quaint.

Why did you leave?

Nina wanted to be

with her folks,

so we're making the trek

to Beer Town.

You having second thoughts?

No. No. It's, um...

They, uh... They don't know

that we're coming.

They used to speak over the CB

about every day,

and we haven't heard from them

in a couple of weeks.

You think something happened?

Can't really say that

to her though, can I?

- Dinner's ready!

- Come on.

- Oh, no, I couldn't...

- I don't believe you.

Thank you.

Oh. Sorry, generator.

So what did you do, Nina?

Out there, before.

I worked in a design firm,

in downtown Minneapolis.

And Mark?

Uh, I was in-between jobs.

You know,

did some handyman stuff,

construction.

Mark was trying to get

his contractor's license.

I wasn't trying to get,

I was getting it, um...

-That's what I meant.

-Right.

So, Nina, bringing home

the bacon. That's neat.

Bet you took advantage

of that, Mark.

Fishing, drinking beer,

golfing.

Hell, I would have.

For all you lovebirds out there brazen the barren countryside.

On the Caprice label,

it's calledTill

by The Angels.

Oh, hon?

Come on, now.

So sorry, our song.

Till then I'll worship you

Till the tropic sun

Turns cold

Till this young world

Grows old

My darling, I'll adore you

You are my reason to live

All alone I would give

Just to have you adore me

Oh, till the rivers

Flow upstream

Till lovers cease to dream

Gross.

Okay. Okay, we have guests.

Sorry, I get carried away.

Man, Crazy Al.

World may have went to sh*t,

but damn, did radio

get better, huh.

- Language.

- Sorry, hon.

You like this music?

It's okay.

So you're a designer.

No artist gangs

for you to join?

Theresa.

No, I...

I used to work in the office,

handling monetary things.

Budgets, contract negotiations.

I don't think they have

a gang for that.

- The Gamblers.

- The Gamblers?

I saw this Gambler once,

he was wearing a buffalo head.

Hey. You should tell Mark

about the Bobbies.

-The Bobbies?

-I found this Nailer

with my dad once

on the side of the road.

He was stabbed

all over his body.

Blood was everywhere.

All his cuts

were below his chest,

like, whatever was stabbing

at him was short.

Like Bella.

We're thinking

they're kids.

Little stabbers.

Hey, Bella. How about

you show me your room?

Sure.

Let's go.

Mark and I

will wash up.

You guys seem

really happy.

We are.

Nathan is amazing.

What about you and Mark?

Come on. Don't pretend

I didn't see that little thing

at dinner.

It's complicated.

Try me.

We were going through

a divorce when

everything happened.

You're still wearing your ring,

I see.

It feels weird to take it off.

In the beginning,

things were different.

He would sneak into my office

and leave sweet notes all over

the place for me to find.

We were crazy about each other.

But then life got hard.

All we did was fight.

It broke my heart.

And then the world changed.

Happiness isn't

out there, Nina.

Not anymore.

It's in front of you.

We need more wine.

Yes.

Dinner was amazing,

by the way.

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