Keep Your Blood

Carl Rodd :

Kriscol. I wanna ask you something...

You been selling Your 

Blood again?

Yes, sir.

Carl Rodd :

Now, Kriscol, did you install

a new propane tank

for Jenkins last week?

Yes, sir.

Carl Rodd :

Did you get paid for that?

No, sir.

Carl Rodd :

Do you mow lawns around 

here and rake up?

Yes, sir.

Carl Rodd :

Do you get paid for that?

No, sir.

Carl Rodd :

Okay, Kriscol.

Here's 50 bucks 

for The Work.

Plus, don't pay me

for any rent this month.

What?

Carl Rodd :

Rent is due soon.

Don't pay it this month.

And the next time you're thinking

about selling Your Blood,

come Talk to Me about it.

I Don't Like it.

I don't like people selling 

their blood to eat.

It's True, the hospital medical people

need people to donate blood,

but you've given enough already.

Yes, sir.

Carl Rodd :

Keep Your Blood, Kriscol.

Yes, sir.

Deputy Hawk :

Hello, Sarah.

Hawk.

Deputy Hawk :

Been meaning to stop by.

Some old cases popped up,

and I thought about you.

That's very kind of you, but 

I suppose you're really here

because of What Happened

in the grocery store.

Deputy Hawk :

Yeah, I heard about that.

Uh, people were worried about you.

I just don't know

what came over me.

Deputy Hawk :

But, uh, you're okay now.

I feel fine now.

Deputy Hawk :

Is somebody in The House?

No. No, just something

in the kitchen.

Deputy Hawk :

You're okay, then.

It's a goddamn bad story,

isn't it, Hawk?

Deputy Hawk :

Sarah, if you need any help,

if you need anything,

I want you to call, okay?

I mean it.

Help of any kind.

Thanks, Hawk.