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every once in a while.

I got some masonry work lined up...

Watch your step there.

Tim's got a rough stomach.

Got to admit, John...

you look like you're doing

all right for yourself.

We're doing well enough.

We really are.

I sold all six hogs to this Korean farmer

last week, just to clear the place out.

I've been looking for a good man

to keep up around here.

I got some work at this little taxidermy shop.

It's way out in Bilton.

Tell you what, why don't you stick around

till your work starts?

You could...

be a help to me.

How's that?

Well, those kids are a handful.

Tim's got health problems.

They're getting serious.

And when I'm gone, I worry

Chris is gonna get into trouble...

and not take care of his responsibility.

Seems like every time I turn around...

the cops got him picked him up

for something or other.

Breaking windows...

He popped this kid in the face with a rake.

Then he breaks into a church.

The preacher finds him asleep on the altar,

drunk on wine.

I could use another pair of eyes

around here.

I couldn't pay you, but you get

a roof over your head, and I'll feed you.

That way me and you could spend

some time together, like you said.

I'd like that.

It's all the same to me.

A chicken ain't nothing but a bird.

Remember them old Mexican gold coins...

Dad stole from that museum

when we was kids?

He always said when he died,

you and me should split up the worth...

and treat ourselves like kings.

When he died, they raided this place.

They took everything.

They even took those old Indian ashtrays.

Old man was a hell of a pirate.

But the worst taste in art.

I like them boots.

They're pretty cool.

You're cool.

I don't think he's got anyplace else to stay.

He's gonna stay with us for a little while.

We'll see how it goes.

What are you doing?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.

Y'all sleep tight. I'm gonna hit it.

It's good to be here.

Good night.

Oh, this here's the boat I've hoped for

Oh, land, please pardon me

That's a song my father used to sing.

I haven't heard that in years.

What's wrong?

I'm just... I'm scared of the way

you make me feel.

- I think I might be too young for my head.

- I didn't touch you.

It's your dad, right?

I don't know what we're doing.

I care about you, Chris, but...

I can't.

Hot enough for you?

It ain't the heat that gets to me.

It's the stupidity.

Goddamn, this is a beautiful land.

I used to take days like this for granted.

We've had a lot of rain.

So it's like...

all this life.

It's like living in a fishbowl.

That's what it's like.

What?

I said it's like living in a fishbowl,

being stuck here like a workhorse.

Must get kind of cramped being a slave.

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