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.
