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what's after...

life?

No.

Not really.

Never?

No.

You lie.

I'm not lying.

I never have.

Why do you ask me that?

Maybe it's like how you feel

when you're dreaming.

I guess so.

But I always have, like,

reoccurring zombie dreams, so...

You would dream

something like that.

Whatever.

My favorite dreams are

the ones with my friends in them,

you know?

You dream

about your friends?

Yeah.

Really?

Yeah.

Hey there.

Sorry.

I wanted my Truckmaster.

How are you doing, big guy?

How is the old...

how's the leaky pipe?

Been hurting?

Mom thinks you're away,

putting trees on trucks.

Yeah.

Yeah, we're done with that now.

Hey, can you take me

down to the lake?

That's where Dad is.

Yeah, sure.

Mom, Uncle Shane's home!

Hey there.

Hey.

I thought

you said the 24th.

Yeah.

We finished early.

Everything go okay?

Yeah, it was fine.

Just got the date wrong.

I got some money

for you guys.

Thank God.

Keith's infection now needs

two medicines

for some reason

the doctor can't explain.

Plus, my goddamn car battery

died again.

Is Dennis working?

He had a construction gig

up in Hilliard

but finished a week ago.

I'm sure he'll be hired at the new

Kinnealey-Masterson facility.

We just gotta hang on

a while longer.

Yeah.

- Thank you.

- Mm-hmm.

Okay, come right here.

Ready?

Go!

Keep going, keep going,

keep going, keep going.

Dad, Dad.

Whoa.

Go long.

Didn't expect to see you around.

Yeah, the job finished early.

- Yeah? How did it go?

- Yeah.

It went, Dennis.

How much you make?

Maybe $600.

That's it? For five weeks?

So what are you gonna do now?

I'm not sure.

Yeah, I ain't worried

about it though.

I'm sure you're eager

to get out of our den.

that's no way to live, right?

Right.

See ya.

Keith.

- Who called you?

- Someone from the rangers' office.

Since when did campgrounds start

separating recyclables?

Come on,

everybody's going green.

I'll get the gloves. You do the tarp.

Okay, this is great.

Glamorous though, no?

Yeah.

It's the good stuff here.

- All right.

- Here we go.

You don't say much

personal type stuff.

Okay.

I was raised in Sacramento.

I started in the uniform up there.

Then I moved

to Montana State Patrol for a guy...

the wrong guy, of course.

So one day I just got so fed up,

I sent out I think about 50 resumes,

covered the entire country.

And Meskada County

was first to respond.

Hey.

"MM4620S R22."

Mile marker 46,

Anything else?

Yes, a flyer.

This is a local fair.

Where?

A town called Caswell.

How do you know?

It's where I'm from.

Well, we should call the DA,

maybe Caswell police.

We don't need

to call anyone yet.

I mean, it's late already.

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