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You ever think about having $2 million?
You gain my parents' total trust,
then we totally trick them to go to Mexico.
It's not like we're hurting them.
We just get them out of the picture for a little while.
You take my identity.
- I'm Paul. - Paul Brown?
- Yeah. - You are a person of interest.
$26,000 back, or I'm gonna get you.
I have to be going.
My mother and father were killed in Mexico.
I'm wearing a fucking ankle bracelet.
It's the kind that an old Texas Ranger
puts on you for a murder. How do I get it off?
Go find a rattlesnake, let it bite you,
go to the emergency room.
They'll take it off.
Dad, I can't really hear you
'cause you have your helmet on, probably.
The simplest way to proceed
would be to dissolve the trust.
It will take 90 days, no less.
It's Perpetual Grace, Limited, not Inc.
You going to Mexico for me?
- For what? - Give a guy some money?
Cool. Let's do it.
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He just killed a 24-year-old kid with a shoe.
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I'm going to kill you, motherfucker.
I'm the pale horse of Death, and Hell follows me, boy.
I'm taking him to a supermax.
I'm taking him to Monterrey.
Get it. Get the rhythm. Get the rhythm.
There we go. There we fucking go.
I only got involved in
Hector and James' scheme for one reason...
so I could pay for space training.
As a third-generation coroner in the era of the Cartel,
I dreamed of drifting up from this dirt world,
up to where life began...
- _ - away from death.
- _ - I am Felipe Guillermo Usted,
County Coroner of Hermosillo County, Mexico,
and almost first Mexican on the moon...
until I met James and Hector, and they fucked me down.
And I will tell you this story of death on Earth.
Get it. Get the rhythm. Get the rhythm.
There you go. There you fucking go.
Get it. Get the rhythm. Get the rhythm.
There you go. There you fucking go.
Get it. Get the rhythm. Get the rhythm.
There you go. There you fucking go.
Get it. Get the rhythm. Get the rhythm.
There you go. There you fucking go.
Get it. Get the rhythm. Get the rhythm.
There you go.
There you fucking go.
Get the rhythm. Get the rhythm.
There we go. There we fucking go.
Get it. Get the rhythm. Get the rhythm.
There we go. There we fucking go.
Get it.
? Perpetual Grace,
This is snake repellent.
Yep.
We wanted something to attract snakes.
Like snake cologne?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
We don't sell that.
I don't think anyone makes that product.
Why would they?
What do they like?
Yeah. What are rattlesnakes into?
Well, they're into, like, long grass,
pools of water, rodents.
But you don't have, like, a snake juice
that just draws them on in?
No. We don't have snake juice.
There is, uh, one guy in town who knows who I am...
my Uncle Dave. He lives in Kilroy County.
It's two towns up. It's close.
He knows what I look like.
He's no problem, though... Dave.
Why?
He's shunned.
Why?
He was convicted of, you know,
bothering little boys.
Is that against the law?
Yeah. The way that he did it... yeah.
Oh, okay. I get it.
Uncle Dave?
- Yeah? - To the tollbooth and back?
Tollbooth, back.
Shunned?
Shunned.
He gets out in 19 days,
and then he's free to rove all over
to non-tollbooth places,
but you'll be gone in two weeks,
so no Uncle Dave trouble on the horizon.
And tollbooth men have the highest suicide rate
out of all of the jobs ever,
so could be less.
It's 90 days.
What is?
The wait.
It's 9... 90? It's...?
It's 90 days 'cause it's... 'cause it's limited.
It's a legal thing.
You're way off. How the fuck...
Where'd you get 14 days, anyway?
Oh, that wasn't like the actual...
I was just saying, like, a round number.
- Round number? - Yeah.
90's a round number,
and 90's the actual number, too.
You could have said that.
Okay, well,
that's gonna make things harder.
Yeah.
Hey! Snake!
Oh, shit.
It's a good thing.
Yeah, but, fuck, it's like... right there.
It's real.
This is real.
- Is that the item? - What's that?
- _ - Is that the item you want to try on?
Yes, it is.
That's not...
I don't think so with that item.
You don't think so why?
That's underwear.
Right. And?
And no one does that.
Oh, I do that.
They're very important contours, and they're $7,
and there's no take-backs.
Okay. Just don't tell anyone.
Attention, shoppers.
A 7-year-old boy has been separated from his parents,
and his name is little Garcia.
Oh, gosh, hey, little friend.
Are you lost?
Sir, step away from the boy.
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Will you make me a promise?
- Sure. - Will you call me every day
so I know you're okay?
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I'm a registered sex offender.
Please retrieve your change from the change bowl.
We have not touched. Have a nice day.
I'm a registered sex offender.
Please retrieve your change from the change bowl.
We have not touched. Have a nice day.
I'm a registered sex offender.
Please retrieve your change from the change bowl.
We have not touched. Have a nice day.
I'm a registered sex offender.
You have reached Ma and Pa. Please leave a message.
He's in a halfway house,
and he's a tollbooth man.
And he's just allowed
to go to the tollbooth and back.
You have reached Ma and Pa.
Get it. Get the rhythm. Get the rhythm.
There you go. There you fucking go.
Get it. Get the rhythm. Get the rhythm.
There you go. There you fucking go.
Get it. Get the rhythm. Get the rhythm.
There you go. There you fucking go.
Get it. Get the rhythm. Get the rhythm.
There you go. There you fucking go.
You go. There you fucking go.
Get it. Get the rhythm. Get the rhythm.
There you go. There you fucking go.
Get it. Get the rhythm.
There you go. There you fucking go.
What is it now?
Okay.
"If a snakebite victim doesn't receive anti-venom
within 90 minutes of a discharge,
symptom onset can include nausea,
swelling of the head and hands, accelerated heart rates,
restricted breathing, and death."
90 minutes, so...
Oh, uh, um...
a really intense guy wants to kill you.
Me, I mean.
Something about his mom,
and there's a church lady
who won't even look at me... at you.
Yeah, I don't really know about that, but, uh,
my dad's a bad dude, man, and he...
he blames stuff on me.
So probably there's a bunch of people in town
who hate you... me.
Okay, well, thank you for telling me that before.
Sorry.
You ever just say like,
"Fuck it, starting tomorrow"?
What do you mean?
You ever say like, "I just had two beers...
I was trying to have none, but I just had two,"
and then you say,
"Fuck it, I'm gonna have eight now"?
You know, "Just one more day.
I'm just gonna rip it up,
and then I'm not gonna have any more tomorrow,
starting tomorrow"?
Yeah, sometimes.
That's natural.
That's what this is like... this whole thing.
You know?
I'm gonna do all this...
all this shit... the snake stuff, Sheriff stuff,
a weird guy who was telling me about glasses...
I'm gonna do it all.
And then starting tomorrow...
Pure.
Shit.
We are now leaving Cleaver.
Next stop... Half Acre.
Hello?
Don't release DeLoash.
I'm late. I know.
There's been trouble. But I'll have your money.
You're too late, Brown.
Hey, there, Paul?
Paul?
It's Uncle Dave.
Hey, there, Paul?
It's your Uncle Dave.
I talk to your mother every day.
The last three days... nothing, not a peep.
Hey, are you at the hospital?
I'm at the house.
I came by for your insurance card.
I need my last money to pay Hector.
You probably should hurry, man.
Yeah, I-I want to,
and, fuck, but your uncle's here.
He keeps asking for you. He's waiting outside.
Yeah, I-I told him I was in town.
I called him.
What? Why?
I just wanted to check in with him.
He's a good guy.
I mean, you know, besides the...
And I knew I wasn't gonna see him 'cause of his situation.
Well, he's here, man, waiting outside.
Fuck. Well...
I have, like, 25 minutes for the anti-venom.
I think my head's getting bigger.
Call the cops. They'll drag him off.
Oh, that's harsh, man.
Won't he get in big trouble?
Probably.
He's just concerned about his sister.
And that's cool.
I don't want to call the cops on that.
Wait him out.
Well, I do have this head situation.
Fuck.
Call the cops. Call them, man.
Starting tomorrow, right?
Paul?
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Paul?
Fuck it.
Hey, where you going there, Tollbooth?
Morning.
David Lesser?
Yes.
You a relative of Paul Allen Brown?
I am.
Wesley Walker.
Texas Ranger.
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I can't exercise. I can't run.
I don't...
My heart's been racing since I've been here.
I'm confused. I need rest.
May I sit over there?
I feel awful.
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James?
I'm not in a field.
I got the motherfucker's thumb, man, in my pocket!
Well, I'm not in a field.
I got his fucking thumb in my pocket, and he's gone!
Brown?
Reverend Brown... he's gone.
He beer-canned it off. He took my gun and shit.
Beer-canned what off?
His own left thumb.
Look, I'm going after him. You got to get to Usted.
- Who? - Felipe Guillermo Usted,
County Coroner of Hermosillo County,
in Houston... now!
Why?
He's got to delay issuance.
Of what?
Of the death certificate.
Why?
'Cause the guy is still alive. He's alive.
And he's driving my van to the Consulate, no doubt.
Look, he makes it there, I get arrested.
There's a death certificate, I go to jail,
I end up leaving my family.
Not the cool way where they have sweet cash,
and I have the hot girlfriend,
but where they have no money and I'm in prison.
I want to try to stop him before he gets to
the Consulate in Monterrey.
You go to Houston.
Why?
Because that's where Felipe is.
Who?
Felipe Guillermo Usted,
County Coroner of Hermosillo County, Mexico.
What's he doing in Houston?
He's demonstrating that he has the mental
and physical fitness to thrive
in gravity-less environment and shit and other shit...
something like a torture-chamber shit.
I don't know. Um...
Torture chamber?
Um, not torture chamber. W-what's the word?
Uh, meditation chamber?
Aspiration chamber?
- Isolation? - Yeah.
He's going isolated for long periods and other stuff.
He's doing rigorous mental and physical stuff.
Your coroner qualifications are fucked up.
No, man. He wants to be an astronaut.
What, he's in Houston at Space Camp?
No, it's the actual thing.
He's actually going to be an astronaut, man.
- He's doing this month-long thing, - _
- then he's an actual astronaut. - _
- He's a can-do Mexican, man. - _
He's been training for this his whole life.
So tell him he got to quit and come back here.
Oh, and someone has to do the my wife, $2,000 thing,
though, today simultaneously,
'cause I'm still afraid of her.
This is getting out of control.
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Wesley Walker.
I didn't have the chance to do that back at the Sheriff's.
So, Dave.
Yeah.
Paul Allen Brown.
What's he doing here...
Paul Allen Brown... in town all of a sudden?
Uncertain.
Have you seen him?
I haven't seen him, Wesley.
Not just yet.
I tried.
I have questions.
About?
My sister, Lillian.
She's missing, Wesley.
Dave?
Yeah, Wesley?
Dave, your nephew knows something about that.
Yeah, well, I can't find him.
I know where he is.
You do?
Yeah, at all times.
James?
Yeah?
I've been thinking.
Yeah?
It would be easy, I'm saying,
to stop the old man... an easy thing for me to do,
but not an easy thing for me to do.
What are you talking about?
I call Hermosillo?
Yeah?
- County Dispatch? - Yeah?
And I say, "There's a Cartel lieutenant
being transferred in the ice-cream van."
That'll leak right to the Cartel.
Yeah?
They're gonna immobilize that truck with force.
He's gonna get injured for sure,
but he won't make it to the Consulate in Monterrey.
Just injured?
Yeah.
Man.
That's a fact, man.
Yeah.
Okay. Get to Houston and Usted.
Yeah.
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One time Captain Steve Schaeler,
while performing ordinary repairs
to the Space Lab in space, he just glanced off...
like, just glanced off casually to his right,
looked around into the distance around him,
and just totally lost his whole fucking mind.
The human mind isn't suited to the vastness of the universe.
It has evolved to squabble on Earth,
to grub and wage local battles.
We're meant only to scrap, connive, and contend,
to earn and keep a little place on Earth.
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Good call, guy?
Your vital signs are fine.
I overheard.
The Deputy's here.
He's in your corridor, ready to reattach you there.
That's your update.
- Fuck. - What?
I didn't know they were gonna do that.
Put it back on?
Yeah.
Well, it stands to reason.
Can you get up?
Yeah.
Good.
'Cause I want to show you something.
There is, uh, one guy in town who knows who I am...
my Uncle Dave. He lives in Kilroy County.
It's two towns up. He... he knows what I look like.
That's a life-support situation.
- Double. - Yeah.
Mom and Dad.
I did that with their hands. I customized that.
So if they're able to feel anything, they can feel love.
That's beautiful.
Yeah.
So, I'm going to kill you...
in a matter of days.
So...
You're gonna kill me?
Yes.
In a matter of days?
Yeah.
How many days?
I don't know.
The physician told me that my loving mother and father
will pass in a matter of days.
It's a "Your Parents Are Dead Now" vibration...
like, formerly a-a Chili's thing.
Chili's closed.
Now it's a "Your Parents Are Off Life Support".
When it vibrates, I'm going to kill you.
If you don't return what you took from the Connellys
by then by the bus...
Who... Who are the Connellys?
Them... Me.
What did I... What did I take?
Life savings.
That's fucked up.
Yeah. Yeah.
That's what I'm fucking saying, jerk.
That's why I'm going to kill you.
You've reached Ma and Pa. Please leave a message.
I killed two guys and a woman,
but I'm just gonna say one guy in a minute
because they only know about the one guy,
and I don't want anyone to overhear.
But you should hear three in your head
'cause that's my tally, jerk.
I already killed one guy.
It's not a leap for me. I did it once.
You'd just be number two.
What do you know about my father?
Nothing.
Pastor.
What's your name?
New Leaf.
What?
I was trying to, you know, re-brand,
hit the reset button on my persona.
Yeah?
But my shop went down with their savings.
Then my dad stroked out.
Then my mom strokes out two days after that.
It's not uncommon for older couples
who have known lifelong love,
and if they can know anything in the state
they're in, I'd like them to know I got their money back.
So, matter of days, I'm saying.
My dad's bad, New Leaf.
He took that money...
and more, and he doesn't give a fuck, New Leaf.
Tried to lay it on me.
But I'm getting it back.
But not, like, in an out-loud way.
And when I do,
I'm gonna give you what he took.
The Deputy's asking if you're conscious enough
for your ankle business?
Yeah, but...
Yeah, soon.
New Leaf?
Yeah?
Pa's your man.
Hey.
What?
Was my head...
big before... earlier?
Charlie Brownish.
You know why?
Because I was intentionally bit by
a rattlesnake because I have to be free of that monitor
so I can get this money and make things right.
Yeah.
You a good man, Charlie Brown?
I don't... I don't know if I'm a good man,
man, but...
I'm not Pa,
I'm telling you.
That ought to say "Pa".
They're gonna put that bracelet back on me,
and the Rangers are tracking my whereabouts,
and I can't have weird whereabouts... these days.
On this day of an unnatural death,
James and Hector, two men who would never kill someone,
stand in separate countries, miles from one another,
and instigate events that kill someone.
Get it. Get the rhythm. Get the rhythm.
There we go. There we fucking go. Get it.
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Felipe, you sure you're okay?
No one's been in this long.
You cool to keep going?
I'm cool.
You've got the right stuff.
You're going to the fucking moon, dude!
Are you jacked about the shared experience
of going to Mexico?
Yeah, I'm excited to share
that experience with you.
Well, you won't actually be sharing that
experience with me because I'm going to Houston
for the space guy, and you're going to Mexico
alone for the Sheriff bank thing.
I feel like we talked about that already,
and you said you could handle it.
Right.
- You wrote that note to your dad - _
- saying you're going camping? - _
With the guys... Teddy, Speedo, and Crazy Rich...
yeah, and I was writing it on paper,
but I thought, "No way, man.
Got to think of something better than that"
'cause my dad doesn't really read notes.
He mostly drinks and fishes at Lake Marie.
I thought the guys' part... Teddy, that stuff...
would make the camping story... sell it better.
- There aren't guys? - No.
- You don't have friends? - No.
So, where did you write the note?
Lake Marie.
What?
Lake Marie.
- The lake? - Yeah.
You wrote a note on a lake?
Yes, Paul.
How?
Just right there with a stick
in the lake sand next to the lake water.
Okay. You wrote in the sand?
Yeah.
On the shore?
Yeah.
What about the tide?
What about the what?
Tide?
The water levels?
Large bodies of waters are modified, Glenn,
by the tug of the moon.
Whoa.
What?
I'm saying your little note's going to get washed off.
- Moon? - Yeah.
Does what?
Affects water levels,
which erases notes and shit.
If that note gets erased before your dad reads it,
he might list you as missing, which would...
Do you have a degree in moon?
Degree in moon?
- Yeah. - No.
Then how do you know about moon powers?
Dad... Dads tell stuff to sons throughout history.
You don't need a degree in moon.
Ow.
Really need the muffs?
What?
Do you really need the muffs?
What?
Do you need, like, full ear coverage?
Don't you want to just have one sense, at least,
as you're trying to get around Hermosillo
to do this thing?
Touch.
What?
And smell.
I have senses.
- Taste. - Oh, all right.
You're gonna taste your way across Mexico.
You have to get this money
in the bank, man, for this guy's wife.
You can't fuck it up.
Ow.
What?
That hurt my head when you were saying
that stuff about fucking stuff up.
So I stopped listening.
Sorry.
Say it again.
You can't fuck up this money...
- Ow! - I'll just write it down.
Dave?
Yeah?
The information...
What Paul shared with me about your sister...
Yeah?
Dave, she was killed.
Paul said.
Paul was told this.
There was an accident in Mexico.
Accident?
He said nothing further.
I'm sorry.
I've been calling and calling.
I didn't do it, Wesley.
What's that?
I'm not that sort of man.
I'm just an awkward, normal person.
And I'm regarded as less than that...
if I'm regarded at all... by everyone...
but her.
I'm sorry, Dave.
Well, there'll be a funeral.
Soon.
A few days, I guess.
I wonder...
if they'll allow me...
to be there
and help put her body to rest...
and say goodbye to Lillian, Wesley?
We never got around to talking about Paul.
We never did.
Another time.
Yeah, another time.
I want to find Paul.
We need to start discussing this funeral,
the return of these bodies,
and... and the appropriate next steps.
I'd like to talk to Paul, too.
Well, you know where he is with that little ankle-dingus thing.
Can't you make him come back here?
I can't compel him to go anywhere.
He's free to go wherever he wants.
All I'm permitted to do is track him
so he doesn't go in the wind again.
I desired to leave the hard Earth once,
where we, frightened, live at the mercy of luck,
where nothing is planned for us, nothing.
Not love, not safety, not peace.
Where the only certain thing is that our lives will end.
And here, another life ended.
Because more than one guy
was driving an ice-cream truck in Mexico.
Go figure.
And the Earth spins and spins, and people die.
And it spins.
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Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Gracias.
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Hello, boys.
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