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this far north on foot.

And the temperature's

supposed to keep dropping.

L heard blizzard conditions.

L say let himfreeze to death.

Coyotes will find him.

What are you

looking at, Addison?

Pardon me.

Lt's okay to look.

Hush! The devil

will hear you.

What did l promise you

when we started this?

That no one would get hurt.

Well, l want you

to remember this...

you didn't hurt anyone.

L made the choice,

and now things are different.

Different how?

We're going to split up.

They don't know

anything about you.

- You were just a distraction.

- L don't like this plan.

- l didn't ask you if you liked it.

- We shouldn't split up!

Shh! Listen.

You follow that path

and then cut toward the road.

Use your wits.

Hitch a ride.

Keep heading north.

We can still make it to Canada.

But till then,

you don't know me anymore.

L'm not your brother anymore,

not until l let you know

it's okay.

Remember how l taught you?

Leave your phone on,

and l'll call you

tonight, okay?

You're my little girl.

Say it.

L'm your little girl.

That's good.

Here you go.

What if you don't call?

Well, then l'm dead.

So do you have any plans

for Thanksgiving?

No, just dinner.

How about you?

Any news from your mom, Hanna?

- You?

- No, sweetie. Not in a long time.

Well, it was really good

to see you.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Oh, you should stop by

tomorrow for dinner.

Oh, thanks.

You know, l...

l was going to ask my dad

if he had any plans,

see if he wanted to do

something together.

Okay.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Hey, Doris!

What's the word?

The word is sh*t,

and there's a big pile of it

waiting for you in the office.

- Becker?

- And the boys.

Any mail come for me?

A letter?

Didn't come in yet.

- Well, let me know.

- Yes, ma'am.

We'll provide manpower

and additional search support

along with the other counties.

Shut the f***ing door, eh?

State K-9 teams won't

be here till late tonight,

so we're going in

this afternoon with my dogs.

Use your radios,

use your heads.

Everybody wears their vests.

Lf you come upon this guy,

call it in.

We all want to make it home

for turkey dinner.

Well, you keep talking, l'm not going

to make it for turkey dinner.

Travis, this morning

while you were f***ing

that little rat you call a wife,

this guy shot a cop

in the face.

The cop's name

was Alan Townsend.

He served as a trooper

for 18 years.

That man is dead, gone forever.

All right, all right.

Take it easy. Sorry.

This is the real deal, boys.

You understand?

All right, now listen up.

Here's what we're going to do.

Travis, Brice, Bill,

you'll be with me heading west

from the accident site

toward the lake shore.

The other four of you

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