Today along, I got 17 phone calls from my local resident.
Claiming that they have lyme disease.
Well, frankly, up until a few years ago,
until 1975,
the medical community had no idea what lyme disease even was.
All we knew was that it caused psychiatric disturbances
and severe neurological disorders.
Even so, it seems that over the last four years,
this disease has become no less debilitating,
especially here in the Tri-state suburban area.
I assure you that the medical community
is very close to developing a treatment for lyme disease.
Because we now know the source.
The tick, right?
Well, technically, the infection stems
from the blood of the deer.
The tick is just the transmitter.
Well, in any case, what precautions
should people be taking?
Okay, let's have 'em.
Give me liberty or give me death.
Hey, it's not funny.
The last thing we need is for him to get sick.
He shouldn't even be next door
in all those weeds without the tape.
You need a haircut.
Oh, sorry, Mick, all gone.
Ticks, I can handle.
But you, that's a different story.
You
You with a tick in your hair
I'll be outside.
Hey, don't go far.
You're paranoid.
I'm sorry, Mick.
I just... you know, I have this bad feeling
in the pit of my stomach.
It's a tradition.
Besides, you know I haven't been able
to spend a lot of time with him lately.
Yeah, well, he's not the only one.
We don't actually kill anything.
I even started using blanks like you asked me to.
Listen, Mick, it's just dangerous now, okay?
Look at Charlie.
Charlie.
I wouldn't be surprised if we found out
this whole thing was psychosomatic.
Okay, let's just forget about the whole thing.
But I'm not gonna be the one that lets him down.
What are you doing?
Still with that stupid quarter trick?
No.
You know, they say no matter where you are on Long Island,
you can always hear the train.
Can't get far enough away.
Yeah, I heard that.
No, you didn't.
I just told you.
You.
Fucking guy.
So you... what are you doing F-Friday, Satur...
What are you...
I'm busy Friday.
You know you want this.
Don't lie.
Don't lie to me.
You're something special.
Yeah, you are.
Scott, breakfast.
Uh, coming.
Hey, hold on.
- Who's there? - I'm coming.
Don't shoot.
Oh, wow.
Nice shot, Mr. Bragg.
I told you not to come around here.
That could have been your head.
I thought you were the best shot in the Union.
Doesn't matter.
Accidents happen. Don't you understand that?
Here.
Yeah, that's a good shot.
Yeah, I couldn't go this year on the hunting trip,
but, uh, how'd you do?
I don't know. My mom wouldn't let us go.
Well, that's a fucking shame.
It was abundant, I heard.
Deer as far as you could see.
- Mm-hmm. - yeah?
Yeah, I still have quite a bit left over
from two years ago, you know?
And I cured it myself.
- Oh, really? - Mm-hmm.
You want to... you want to see it?
Uh, see what?
There it is.
You got your shank, your hocks,
Shoulder.
Those are ribs, really good ribs.
And that right there, that's the ass.
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