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I just received the video, and I alerted

Postal Inspection Services immediately.

While it don't feel fittin',

I was just about to watch this.

So if you'll excuse me just a second...

Now, why would someone

do something like that?

Georgie Wits was a nice man. Harmless.

Canadian, even.

What do I need to do?

Oh, I took care of it.

They told me that Postal Inspection Services

should be here before week's end.

This troubles my heart so deeply.

A woman my age ain't meant to carry that.

Okay. Thanks.

Derby Milton.

Your granddaughter ought to take that

insurance confirmation to the post office.

She can get reimbursed for it and make you

a new album at no extra cost.

- A sad condition here that we're wearin'.

- Yeah.

How now!

Derby Milton? That you?

I thought you was dead, son.

You oughta wash

that cabin boy costume more.

Smells like medicines and insects.

Well, Derby.

Ain't you become ever so handsome.

What can I do you for?

I'm...

waiting on a parcel.

You ain't heard? They murdered the mailman.

Out there on Highway 358.

Where's the mail?

They kidnapped it. No sign of Georgie.

No mail. No truck.

It might come tomorrow. I'm sorry.

I promise he'll return

your call, Mrs. Margaret.

No need to keep callin'.

- Mornin', Mimi.

- Sheriff.

Killer is drivin' a dually, so let's run

a search through the D.M.V of the F-350s

and the Chevy and Dodge 3500s in Glacier

and the neighboring counties. What's this?

Department statement. News stations been

callin' all mornin'. Need you to sign it.

What on earth would possess a person

to put six tires on a truck that size?

I can't imagine.

Testosterone, I speculate.

I seen Derby Milton.

Derby Milton?

I didn't know he was still here.

Outside of the post office.

Stopping the mail chases

even the recluses out of the woodwork.

And let's rustle up a list

of the biggest men in the county.

Get a chance and call Mrs. Margaret.

She's been askin' on the progress

of the case all day.

Yeah. And call Mrs. Margaret.

Can't believe it happened on our spot.

Well, not much of a spot.

So you're really getting all that money?

Postal inspector's coming

from the nation's capital to give it to me.

Wow. How much?

A lifetime sum.

Sh*t.

I signed up for the Miss Cut

Bank pageant.

- Right.

- Hey! I'm gonna win it.

And we're gonna need those $5,000

to make our new life in Butte.

- Butte?

- Yeah!

Don't sell yourself short, hummingbird.

The money I'm getting,

we're moving to California.

- California?

- Yeah. I'll start my own body shop.

Ain't like startin' a business

is easy, dummy.

Hey, I'm good for it. May not know

how they do in the city yet,

but I sure as hell know how to fix cars.

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