No Man's Land: The Rise of Reeker

I shouldn't be doing this,

but it's dangerous out here.

You said it, mister.

I don't know what worries me more...

running out of water

or running into the Drifter.

The, uh, Drifter?

You never heard

of the Death Valley Drifter?

No.

Killed dozens

out here in the desert.

Kinda funny, huh?

Death Valley.

You get it?

Death Valley.

Uh, at the, uh,

filling station up ahead,

I'll let them know

you need a ride.

It's a sad state of affairs

when a man can't trust

a fellow man.

Damn it.

Okay, I can do that.

I sell supplies

to machine shops.

I used to be a welder myself,

but it's much more

exciting on the road.

If I had stayed in the shop,

I would have never earned

such a colorful nickname.

I know.

I'm getting to it.

They always say

practice makes perfect.

Freeze!

On your knees!

You have the right

to remain silent. Anything...

anything you say can...

Help.

I need backup.

What's your 20?

At the old Shrader Ranch Road.

- John's at the school.

- Now!

I've caught

the Death Valley Drifter.

You have the right to remain...

Deputy!

They tell me

my work here is done.

I'm yours.

His parents were victims

of unsolved murders.

He served in Vietnam.

He had the highest

enemy body count in his division.

His not-so-positive record

refers to him

as an unpredictable

killing machine.

Do you enjoy killing people?

Do you enjoy analyzing people?

- It's a job.

- Exactly.

It's a job.

But it's not a job

if you don't have a boss.

What about the voices?

Voices?

What do these voices say?

Killing in this world is practice

for my afterworld calling,

that I serve

at the universe's discretion

until my earthly body

is completely decayed

and I can kill no more.

How would you feel

if I told you that

these voices aren't real?

You think you know

what's real?

Nobody knows sh*t.

The only given in this world...

everyone has to die.

Can't say how proud we are

that you're the new sheriff.

We owe this to you...

a true hero.

Do you really think

he heard voices?

Or do you think he was

just angling for an insanity plea?

It sounded like

bullshit to me.

So are you really buying

a home in North Dakota?

Well, I always said

I wanted to retire where it's cold.

It would be nice

to freeze my ass off for once.

We're gonna miss you, Sheriff.

Thanks, darling.

Mmm.

You are exactly

as Mom described you.

Your mother doesn't know me.

She didn't know me

when we were married,

and she sure as hell

doesn't know me 40 years later.

- Top you off?

- Whoa whoa whoa.

Can you give me

another cup, please?

I get a balance going

with the creamers and the sugars,

- and they always... they mix it up.

- Yeah.

Whenever there's a new girl,

I park my spoon

right on top of my cup,

but you'll learn soon enough,

won't you, dear?

Whatever you say, Sheriff.

Is she new?

Yeah, she's from LA.

You two have

something in common.

Wow, we're both from

the second-largest city in the United States.

- Amazing.

- Out here, you take what you can get.

- A**hole.

- Hey, that a**hole is the new sheriff.

What is that smell?

I'm cleaning the grease trap.

Did someone take

a sh*t in the grease trap?

You've got

a mouth on you.

I say it how I see it.

Excuse me,

the toilet's clogged.

It was already clogged

when I went in there.

- Of course it was.

- It's gonna be one of those days.

Going? It already is.

Shouldn't we be doing something?

- Look, son...

- Harris.

- Harris, it's a different pace out here.

You'll get used to it.

It's just... first day on the job,

and catching up with

a father I hardly know,

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