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Breathe.
Sure miss him, Dad.
Sorry, Unc, I'm just...
All right. Got to get rid of the evidence.
‐Well, we always hunt here. ‐Well, yeah, but we don't own it.
Got me out here fucking sweating for you,
Maybe if he left, he'd still be here.
‐You know it. ‐Fuck Chunk. What?
Yeah, well, the stuff I want to do you can't do here.
WILLIE JACK: Chunk is that big‐ass buck we seen
Just scared me to the bone.
That and Daniel. It was Daniel.
They come right back.
Everything you said about all the stuff
Bugs flying in my hair! I'm tired of this shit!
this is what's gonna bring you back.
‐MAN: Cattle prices. ‐MAN 2: Feed price up.
Why didn't you ever leave? Nothing out there for me.
Probably singing, dancing... farting.
there's no deer out here.
I told you that before?
‐The owners'? ‐Yep.
You know, if you go,
I hear they hunt hogs.
Shit, even fucking Dr. Phil.
‐'Sup. ‐♪♪ But there ain't no ♪♪