They're in.
- This will make me happy. - How much do we cook?
This batch will yield 30 pounds.
- Move tweak! - Are you fucking kidding me?
Don't be lighting that shit up in here. Take it outside JoJo.
Alright.
The deal we had was 50 keys by a plane JT.
Your guy gets held up in Port Arthur, that is not my problem.
Danny will appreciate that.
- Everything set? - Yeah all good. - Same plane, same pilot, same price.
Fuck this half-ass plane.
We have 20 hardcore motherfuckers who can drive this shit to Tucson.
Well my way is the safe way. Your call, Danny.
Look, you're my kid, but we doing it Daltons way.
Everybody, let's start packin' this shit up.
We're outta here in 30 minutes. Let's go!
Let's roll boys!
DEA!
Don't move! Show me your hands! Get 'em up! Get on the ground!
Somebody give me a 20 on my agent inside!
Don't move!
Don't do it! Do it.
Don't move!
You were one of us, you fucking rat!
What the fuck was that?
- Jojo, let's get the fuck outta here! - Drop your weapons!
Freeze!
No! He's undercover! Stand down!
Stand the fuck down!
Put your fucking weapons down!
Take that motherfucker!
All units, I got 2 on the move.
Dark green muscle car heading South-east on Saint Bernard towards MLK.
Agent in pursuit. I repeat, Agent in pursuit.
Motherfucker!
There's cops all over the fucking place!
Come on dope, you wanna play chicken motherfucker? Let's do this!
Out of the car, Danny! Out of the car!
You rat motherfucker!
Drop the gun!
Drop it JoJo. Drop the gun! Drop it!
Drop the gun! Man down!
Keep away!
You were one of us. You murdered my son, you motherfucker!
You're dead! Your kids are fucking dead!
He was down. He was down! He went for his gun. That's protocol, Broker!
Broker!
Don't walk away from me! Broker!
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(TWO YEARS LATER)
- Cool hat. - Thanks.
- Give it back. - Are you scared?
- I said: give it back. - You want it? Come get it!
What you gonna do about it? Cry?
Go on, cry.
- I asked you twice. - Twice what, loser?
I asked twice.
Yeah, if you're gonna take the job you might as well do it right.
There's all kind of wood you can get here.
You got virgin Cypress, you got, you got long leaf pine.
You got that punctured treated pine, well that's my favourite one.
Now if anybody wanna use the cheapest shit they
can find, might as well buy that shit from Ikea.
Look at this. Mites done ate all through it.
Wonder why you gotta do the job again every two years.
- Look at this. - Hello?
- Be right there. - Something wrong?
Something at Maddy's school.
- You okay to finish? - Damn man, I'm working with you, not for you bro.
- Hey Broker, don't sweat it, it's probably nothing. - Yeah, you could be right.
I don't feel calm, so why the hell should I stay calm?
No, it's making no logical damn sense. Now I want this thing settled, and I mean now.
- Don't get yourself all wound up like this honey. - Who is that? Do you know him?
Do you know him?
Is that the father of that goddamn little girl? Are you the father?
- Mr. Broker? - What happened?
Maddy's fine. She is in the classroom. Come with me.
I want to see my boy.
Teddy, baby, are you okay? Does it hurt?
He's got blood all over his goddamn new shirt Jimmy.
That's why you gotta watch these sneaky little bitches in playgrounds..
Hey! Hey, - Hey What? Huh? Hey what? You wanna say something to me?
- I would just let them leave the building. - Why is the sheriff there?
For Cassie Bodine. Last time we had to see
him with Cassie she threatened the principal.
Their son is a special needs case.
- By the way, I'm Susan Hetch, the school psychologist. - Phil Broker.
Listen, you've got a great girl.
You alright?
- What happened? - I warned him two times like I was supposed to.
Schoolyard monitor sees she saw Maddy hit Teddy
pretty hard. She knew what she was doing.
- He started it, he's a bully. - Maddy, come on.
Maybe this is my fault. I taught her to defend herself.
- You think it's good teaching your little girl how to fight? - No.
Defend herself though, yeah.
Hey Maddy, do you mind waiting in the hall for just a minute?
- Yes, ma'am. - Thank you.
So why did you guys move up here? It's a little remote for most people.
She wanted a horse.
Maddy's mother grew up around here, so.
It would be a good place to start rebuilding.
Her file says that your wife died fairly recently.
- Last year. - Yeah, it's been hard on her.
Her mom was sick for a while.
Anything else?
- Why is he picking on me? - He picks on you because he thinks you're different.
- But I'm not different. - Well to him you are.
And nothing is happening about it. So this guy here keeps walking along.
- Nothing happening there! - Do it! - All right!
- Hey Broker! - Stand by the car.
- What's wrong? - Go stand by the car.
- Don't take any shit, Jimmy.
Jimmy, back in the truck please.
- You owe my son a goddamn apology. - Take it easy.
- Jimmy, back in the truck please. - Some sneaky little bitch cheap shots my son,
- somebody owes us a goddamn apology. - That's goddamn right!
Don't go there. Please, don't go there. Get in the truck please, honey.
- Don't turn your back on me. - Honey, baby, get in the truck.
Get him Jimmy. Get him Jimmy!
- Arrest him!
Keith, protect him! What the fuck are you doing?
- Get this motherfucker outta here! - Move away.
- Goddamned, what are you doing? - Keith, what
- the fuck are you doing? - Cassie, shut up.
- You gonna let him get away with that? - It's OK, get in the truck.
- It doesn't look OK. - It's OK.
- In the truck. - Do something, will ya?
Breathe, Jimmy. Jesus Christ.
Yes, mostly on over.
- Am I in trouble here? - No I saw what happened. He was outta line.
You really had to take him down that hard though?
You passed the man in front of his child, Mr. Broker.
Is she alright?
Are you alright? So you moved into the old Griffin place a while back?
What do you do?- What are you doing to keep busy around here?
Is there a reason you're asking these questions?
Well, maybe I'm just being friendly.
Or maybe I'm bored or maybe I'm curious. Or whatever. It doesn't matter.
- It's my right to ask. - Things got outta hand sheriff, it won't happen again.
Daddy, there's a bunch of teachers watching us right now.
- You're a pussy. - What?
I said you are a motherfucking pussy.
That's what you are.
You let him make fools out of all of us, in front of everybody.
- After half an hour the whole fucking town will know . - I've lost my good...
- What Jimmy? You lost what? - I've lost my balance.
Fucking lost your balance. He spun you drunk, you were on your ass.
- Momma, don't curse.
- Dad tripped just like me. - What's the plan, Jimmy?
Right now nothing. We still got Keith on our tail.
Fuck Keith.
How did he buy that new truck? That's what I
wanna know. How did he buy that new truck?
- Who? - Who? Fucking who?
Him, motherfucker who put you down. You forgetting him?
My God he put you down so hard.
- I gotta see my brother. - Let's just keep this a family matter, Cas.
What do you call him?
Yeah, now you're acting all big. Fucking idiot.
Good afternoon. Little tweaker birds. Kicking up some shit.
Why don't you turn that music off? Turn that fucking music off!
Hey, how old are you?
17.
- Alright go on. Get outta here. - Are you coming...?
- They ain't coming. Get the fuck outta here!
As for you guys...
My name is Gator Bodine.
I hope I didn't hurt you too badly, sir?
I just wanted you to get a little taste of what's gonna happen to you
if you keep cooking this illegal substance in my neck of the woods.
Look man, we mean no disrespect. This here is just for us, you know...
I don't doubt it. Just fun. Kids having fun.
Enjoying life. Celebrate.
Well, I'm a warn you.
I've got a 5 gallon can of gasoline out in my truck
that I will happily pour down your fucking throats.
If I ever catch you cooking and stinking up my town again.
Stop!
Now listen up.
I don't wanna have to kill a bunch of little kids.
You will stand up and run in any direction you please, just not this one.
Is that clear? Alright, now get the fuck outta here!
Go! Run! Run!
Piece a shit kindergarten operation.
Fucking kids stuff.
How are the knuckles, bruiser?
- Feels fine now daddy. - Watch out, here comes Maddie Mad Fists.
- Dad! Really?
Listen...
I'm proud you stood up for yourself.
You set boundaries with this kid.
Sounds like a motor-home. Is he snoring?
- Dad? - Yeah? - Were you scared today?
- The truth. - There's nothing wrong with being a little scared.
- Then why didn't you look scared? - That's a practice.
- Night, Luthor. - Dad?
- Yes? - What do you think of Mrs. Hetch?
- She's... I'd say she's alright. - You know what I mean.
- Yes . I know exactly what you mean. - Good night.
Shit!
- You need to cool down. - I need to cool down?
You think we're gonna be disrespected by some son of a bitch?
I ain't saying... But putting your old man on the ground that ain't no big thing.
- When he was talking to Keith... - What the fuck? The sheriff was there?
I heard him say he was living at the old Griffin place.
- Fuck. - You wanna do some things?
- What things? - Mess with their heads, like you do everyone else.
Hey boss, are we good for tonight?
I'll talk to you two in a minute alright?
Good to see you again Cassie.
- What the hell is wrong with those two? - Never mind.
Fucking monkeys is what they are..
- Hey, you look a little jumpy. - I know.
I need something.
Stop my stomach.
Want me to beg?
No.
You know, if I can control, you can control.
- I'll handle that broker thing. - Thank you.
Planning kids birthday parties, it's my specialty.
- I'd be happy to take care of it for her. - Thanks.
I'm not very good with these things.
Don't worry, I'm on it, it'll be fine.
She really likes you Susan. That's a bit of a milestone I'd say.
- You think you can talk to her sometime? - Of course.
Maddy used to talk to her mom for hours.
- I think she'd like to talk to a woman more often. - I'd be happy to.
- Thanks. - One more thing..
- People around here can say some foolish things. - Meaning?
It's a bit like Appalachia. Like feuds, they still exist.
And you're new here. So I just think it would be best for Maddy
if you would smooth everything over while still fresh in peoples minds.
These two kids were in a fistfight.
You could go from two kids in a fistfight to the emergency room that fast.
I didn't know this town had an emergency room.
Now you're catching on. Look, people talk.
They decided you're a question mark.
Keep it smooth, check.
You want something around here? I don't think so.
Look... What happened there... I don't want more trouble.
Your kid made the trouble. Not ours, yours.
What do I need to do to make this go away Jimmy?
You?
I want an apology. Full apology.
I want you to apologize to my wife 'cause it's what's right
and my kid too. He saw the whole damn thing.
- I apologize for what happened. - To them too.
To them too.
We're good now Jimmy?
Yeah alright. Go on.
It's good enough.
Go and pump your own chef, I'll be with ya in a minute.
Goddamn mother freezer!
There he is.
Let's go and get this piece a shit.
Hey neighbour, how ya doing?
- Can I get that pump? - I'm almost done.
See I need the goddamn pump right now. You hear me?
- Can I help y'all out here you? - No, we don't need your help.
He's done.
- That's 12.84 sir. - I wasn't done yet.
I think you are.
Whatever you're thinking, rethink it.
Rethink it. He wants me to rethink it.
You ain't turning that back on.
Shit.
You fucked up.
Why don't we stop on to the other side of the building
so I can kick your fucking ass up on over your shoulders.
- They from around here? - I ain't never seen them.
Who put you up to this?
Nobody.
Bring that over.
Down the tubes.
Yes?
Fuck! How the fuck did that happen?
His fucking kid goes to my fucking nephews school. I don't fucking know!
I'll deal with it. Fuck.
Daddy, what happened to your hand?
- Right there. - Oh yeah... - Uh...
Me and Teedo were trying to pull that rusty old fence
out of the ground. You know the one behind the stable?
We won though.
Afternoon. Mind stepping out for a minute?
You can stay in there little girl, this won't take too long.
Is there a problem, sheriff?
Well, I got a report of an altercation at the filling station.
You know anything about that?
Anybody pressing charges?
- No, nobody's pressing any charges. - Then there's nothing worth talking about.
What are you, son? Former military?
Former military, ex law enforcement? Ex what?
Well, if I were ex-military sheriff,
I'd probably refer to the answer as "need to know information".
And maybe some people don't need to know.
Here's what you need to know Broker.
You've got my attention son.
Get that hand looked after.
Are you gonna leave me behind today?
I think so.
- Making new friends at school? - Yeah, making a lot of friends.
- I learned some cool stuff in science class.
Did you know that the trees along the river are called cypress.
- And they can grow like a 100 feet. - That's cool.
- Not as cool as snakes. - Snakes?
Yeah. We got Moccasins, Copperheads, Diamondbacks...
- No King Cobras, right?
Dad, no. King Cobras are like in the Far East.
That's a relief.
- Dad? - Yeah?
- Why did we move out here? - Because there are no King Cobras.
Come on. Look at me. Beautiful house, horse trails, river in our backyard.
Seriously, what else could we ask for?
WiFi.
- WiFi? - Yeah.
Anyone home?
The door is open. Neighbour calling.
That was a tie.
Maybe.
Do you know "Grace"?
- She new friend from school? - A new word I got from class.
"Grace".Yeah, that's a good one.
I think mom had that.
You have a good memory, Maddy. She did.
The way she dressed, her smile...
Everything about her.
- I miss mom. - Me too.
I miss her so much my stomach hurts.
I get this feeling that she's worried about you.
And that she wants you to be happy.
If you're here, I'm happy.
What else could I be?
- Wanna catch up? - I find myself always trying to do that.
Luther!
Easy, boy. Easy. Easy.
Dad? DAD!
- Have you seen Luther? - Luther?
- No, sweetie. - I, I don't hear his bell. I'll go look.
Go back inside. You should be getting ready for bed.
Don't worry, I'll find him. Go.
Dad, you know I can't sleep without Luther.
I know. But I need you to try, OK?
- I'll find him. - And you'll find Bonnie too?
Yes. I'll find them both.
It'll be OK.
Luther!
Phil Broker.
Motherfucker.
Nice hair.
For a few years, part of the gang known as the "Outcasts".
Motorcycle gang led by Danny Turre.
Holy shit.
Broker.
Very nice to meet you, agent Broker.
Luther!
Luther! Come!
- Yeah? - I think I got something big for us.
Big like what?
Just get over here, as soon as possible.
My shift doesn't end for another three hours,
and I've got to drive from Shreveport.
Alright alright alright. Just make it first thing in the morning, OK?
Everything is changing.
Remember Jojo? Jojo Turri?
Danny T's boy? Of course I do.
- The kid was batshit. - He was.
Until he got shot by the police 47 times.
Losing your only kid like that... I hear Danny T is still pretty fucked up about it.
Well, they never did catch whoever snitched on Jojo and Danny T.
- And? - 'Cause it wasn't just a snitch. - It was a goddamn undercover cop.
Read.
That guy Broker. He's the snitch they didn't want showing up in the courtroom.
MC Dalton... that's his snitch name.
- A state narc's living in Ray-ville? - Relax. Relax!
The thing is he's just living low here, with his daughter.
Trust me, this is our shot.
- Hey, how are you doing there Broker? - Turn that off?
Cut the bullshit. Get right to it.
Some small time had him some crack, going back and forth. Know anything about it?
I don't know what the hell you talking about.
This fucking amusing to you Klum? You think it's fucking funny?
You got your apology. Me and my little girl are gonna be left alone in peace.
Don't escalate this any more.
- And Klum, I want my kids cat back. - Cat?
- I know nothing about no cat. - Today.
Nowhere near my place. You understand me?
Good.
A lot of things have changed since you were last here.
Check it out. Got glassware, mantles,
generator, exhaust system.
Got it all going on.
Then why the fuck do we need Danny T?
We're gonna give him that rat fuck narc
in exchange for state wide distribution.
Yeah but Gator, these guys are fucking bikers, you can't trust them.
You're gonna give 'em this guy, they're gonna
turn around and they're gonna kill him.
- And then you got nothing. - Look, this means no more small time jobs.
No more sweatin' middle man. All we do is cook, and get paid.
- It's never that easy. - All you have to do
is learn a few lines and go talk to Danny T's lawyer.
- Like hell I am. - You use them, Coming back all humble.
You're not asking for money. You're giving Danny this guy as a gift.
- As a favor. - Gator, that guy is a fucking pig.
Just trust me.
You're gonna get the negotiation of your life.
- Ready for the big day tomorrow? - It's just a birthday.
Hey come on, it's the tenth anniversary. It's a special one.
I guess.
- Look what I found jumping around. - Jumping around?
Yes, jumping around.
Thanks. It's nice.
I know it's not as good as the original, but I
though she might fill in until we find Bunny.
Yeah.
You know, I was thinking, you should have like a birthday party, with your class.
- Can Mrs. Hetch come? - She's the one who planned it.
- My idea, of course. - Thanks, dad.
Sheryl. Sheryl Mott.
- Surprise, surprise surprise. - You're not a hard man to find.
Old habits 'an all.
How you doing, Sheryl?
- What's up? - I want you to look at something.
Like what? You got a new gang tattoo...
- You wanna show me? - It's a little bit more important than that.
It's a gift. For Danny T.
You've got ten minutes.
- Hey, a gift? - She says.
This guy killed my fuckin' kid.
Please tell me, you know where this motherfucker is.
- Guess what? Time to go. - She does.
- You can finish him tonight. - Okay.
Take care of this for me.
Ms. Klum?
What are you gonna do now Broker? What do you wanna say?
Wanna come to my party this weekend?
What Teddy? Shes talking to you hon, not me.
Uh yeah, I guess.
Cool.
- Teddy got some blood, on his shirt. - You replacing it? - Yeah I'm replacing it.
OK, guess that does it.
See you around Mrs. Klum.
So I heard something interesting.
Oh yeah? Something tells me you're gonna tell me what that is.
Oh just that Jimmy Klum got his ass kicked. So did his kid.
Fascinating. Where did you hear that?
Well I shoot enough pool and drink enough beer in town.
You hear a lil' bit of everything Broker.
By the way that's old news. We shook and made up.
Is that what you think? I got some new news for you.
People around here don? T shake and make up.
Never goes away that easy.
It's old school in a feud an sense around here.
Yeah, someone broke into our house. Is that old school?
Yeah it is, that's called payback.
Somebody trying to scare your ass outta here, that? S all. You'll be alright.
- Jimmy Klum you mean? - Fuck no Jimmy Klum's a bitch.
Listen I know everybody around here and Jimmy.
Klum's bitch ass ain't break in into shit.
- Now his wife brother's a whole different story. - Who's his wife brother?
They call him Gator for some dumb ass reason.
Lives down by the Ray-ville water share.
Fronts as a boat mechanic. Can't fix shit.
But the word is he's cooking up that meth.
Hey if I were you I'd be real careful around
him Broker. He ain't true you hear me?
The sheriff know about him?
Know about him? Man he and sheriff Keith got it all figured out.
You see Gator snitches for Keith.
He throws him all the small fish, makes his job easy.
In turn the sheriff looks the other direction whenever Gator wanna cook.
It's some bullshit.
- Yeah thanks for the history lesson. - Listen I grew up around these rednecks
and I think you ought to know who you're fucking with.
Oh and in case you got any interest, Gator eats breakfast
nearly every day at Layma's cafe, just like me.
Now he don? T look like much of nothing, but remember what I told you
he ain't true.
Crazy waiting to happen.
- Hey where are you? - They set the meet at this fucking coffee shack at Creek Roads.
- You know I'm allergic to this shit right?
Just get it done alright Sheryl.
Look at the guy they're sending, Cyrus Hanks.
Are you fucking kiddin' me? I know him. He's a fucking animal Gator.
- He's a fucking stone cold killer. - Don't
worry about any of that, just make it happen.
Look at you.
- Nice place Cyrus. - Yeah well, lets just say I'm comfortable around fat people.
They eat the way gamblers play the slots.
They're fucking oblivious to everything around them.
Plus I love these fucking things. You hungry?
No, I'm fine.
Sweetheart? Black coffee with a little honey.
So what's it gonna take to find this rat fuck? You know where he is yeah?
- Him and his kid. - And to get him? You want what exactly?
I don't want anything. He's a narc, he's a gift.
Oh hes a gift? He's a gift.
Since when does a meth whore give away gifts?
I spend the last couple of years putting together the right equipment,
perfect partner, perfect location.
All we need is distribution, that's the main thing we're after.
Well you got me fucking fooled Sheryl.
'Cause underneath this beautiful tweaker body, you're a fucking genius.
- Where's the narc? - Do we have a deal?
- Where is the narc? - Do we have a deal, Cyrus?
You got five seconds before I drill your fucking skull into
this table and then into the fucking floor, you understand?
Don't you fuck with me Sheryl.
Where is the fucking narc?
What are you doing?
- Cleaning. - Cleaning?
It's filthy in there.
- I'm glad you noticed. - What are you doing here?
I came to tell you that I dealt with Broker. The girls father.
- I want you to stay away from him. - Hey you got something for me?
Cassie, I'm trying to tell you something. Do not go near Broker anymore.
- Got it. - Okay.
- Wow. I'm not holding so I'm sorry, can't help you. - Not holding.
Well I think that's fucking bullshit.
Cassie, why don't you just clean yourself up?
- That's fucking bullshit! - Take a fucking shower and eat a sandwich or something.
You take a fucking shower Gator. Look at you!
Cassie just pull yourself together. I'm sick of this shit.
Teddy's sleeping, if you wake him up it's gonna be like... This is gotta stop.
- Don't worry I'm not making a noise. - I'm leaving. No more.
We're done. No more Cassie.
- Hey yo Gator.
- How's it hanging man? - What?
- Listen man, I need a favor. - A favor?
Fuck Jimmy you know what I heard? Keeping garbage bins is gone.
Man I need you to stop giving that shit to my wife.
Alright look at her man. She's falling to pieces.
Maybe you should do a better job taking care of her.
- Were you sleeping? - Like a baby.
- What you got? - Gator Bodine. I sniffed around like you asked.
A couple of arrests, no convictions. You want details?
- Nah don't bother. - But there is something Broker.
Sheryl Marie Mott. Ex biker cookie from Shreveport.
Busted twice for smuggling dope into Angola.
One of those times was to your old pal Danny T.
All of a sudden, Danny T's skank is hanging out in Ray-ville.
Randy. Randy send me a picture will you?
- Yeah first thing at my desk I'll email you Motts file. - Thanks Randy.
So, this guy Cyrus. You know him?
- Yeah I know him. - Did you fuck him?
Shit.
Fuck!
This should be interesting.
Yeah we've never been properly introduced, you and me.
- Is that what this is? An introduction? - Yeah that's right.
Well I won't ask your name. I personally believe
a reputation is the most important thing.
For some people.
Yeah, maybe it should be for you too, you've
worked up a pretty bad reputation around here.
Beating up that poor kids father in front of him.
Pissed of some of the locals. His daughter beat up Jimmy's kid, do you believe that?
Now what kind of parent would teach a kid to do something like that?
- Look, I don't want anymore problems. - OK.
Anything else your thinking hard about, 'cause I can smell the wood burning.
If someone has an issue with me, keep it there.
- I don't want my kid involved. - Involved?
I'm a little lost.
Well, let's get you found.
You see the house?
The house where we're living.
The house that was broken into by some pathetic coward.
Who stole a lil' girls toys, a cat. Sliced the tires.
See that's my fucking house.
Anyone who comes around again, will find me standing in it.
OK.
Well, I think your reaching.
Connecting dots that are not there.
You're noticed Bodine.
You should tell your little girl to be brave.
She's got nothing to worry about with such a tough daddy around.
Nice meeting ya.
Finish your breakfast.
- Fuck, what are you doing Gator? - Fuckers making it personal.
Yeah well, we're on. It's happening tonight.
Luther!
Hey boy.
Put the kitty down. Get up really slow.
Luther!
Luther.
- Gotcha. - Hey Broker.
Broker.
How you doing man? Can you hear me?
You in there?
Can you hear me? Can you hear me now?
Bet you do.
It's a tricky thing with this re-bar. Specially the 9 gauge.
You swing it too high, too fast, it takes your whole fucking head of man.
- It's a very delicate operation. - You did alright though Lou.
Gator'd be pissed if we did something really fucking stupid.
He must be pissed of you two. Quite a lot.
That's funny man. You're a funny guy Broker.
You're a really funny fucking guy.
- You smart ass motherfucker. - Fucking wise ass.
How do you like that eh?
You know everyone had you taken for a cop, you walk like a cop
you fight like a cop you even smell like a fucking cop.
- Gator be here soon. - I don't give a shit!
I'm calling the shots. You hear me? Hey? Can you hear me?
Who's watching your fucking kid eh? Who's watching your kid?
Your girlfriend? You got a babysitter?
Or is she at home all by herself just waiting on you
to come tuck her sorry ass in and read her a bedtime story?
What the fuck?
Motherfucker!
I? M a get home. I am gonna tell my girl a bedtime story.
This is how it ends.
Just tell me why we're going. Why?
I owe you an apology I know. But we don't have time to get into that.
- What about school? - We will send for your records in the morning. It's fine.
Send for? Why are we going?
- What's wrong? - Nothing's wrong. They need
me back in the city. It's new business.
- They need me to review a case. - No you said mom wanted us to live here.
That's what you said dad, remember?
Yeah I did, I did, things changed honey, things changed.
I'm sorry Maddy, I'm sorry.
You're a liar.
- Gator. - You must be Cyrus.
- Sheryl has told me a lot about you. - Has she? Now that is sweet.
Where is the fucker?
He's about 3 Miles South, route 12.
- A former plantation. - I can draw you a map.
Trail. Even the inside of the house.
Nah I don't need a fucking map. We ain't driving, Gator.
Hey, check this one out.
What the fuck is this? There's so many people here?
Is this a fucking party?
I don't fucking know. The motherfucker just showed up with all of 'em.
Ready to show us the way, Gator?
No, we're not going.
- Come again? - Look, first person they're gonna be looking for is me.
So I'm not gonna be anywhere near the site, I'm gonna be in a public place.
- Guess you don't get to see me shoot the rat fuck in his mouth. - Guess not.
What about the kid?
It's one stop shopping, right Gator?
That's right, no loose ends.
- Shes coming with me. - Nah that's not the deal.
Nah she's gonna show us the way. I'll bring her back.
- Listen I can hold 'em only about a week. - Thanks Teedo, you're a big help.
Is there anything you need to tell me?
Yeah there is but not now, I got a lot of heat.
Alright then, let me go load up these nags.
- Hi there sheriff. - Hey Gator. - How you doing?
- OK. - Keeping busy I hope?
Just made a big sale so I thought we'd celebrate.
- Well, congratulations. - Thank you.
Well, I got a date with a pool table.
- So, I'll be seeing you. - Thanks for the whiskey.
- Of course. - You keep out of trouble now.
Yes, sir!
- 20 minutes. Don't even think about not being here you understand me?
- Yeah. - Go call your boyfriend.
Hey!
Where the fuck is he? Fuck.
- Maddy? - Go! Go! Go go go!
Maddy!
Dad, what was that?
I need you to stay down here, OK Maddy? Dial 911.
Tell them who you are and where you are.
Tell them who you are, where you are.
Tell 'em there's a man with a gun trying to get into the house OK?
Go.
He's getting away!
Maddy!
- Hey. - Gator man, shit's going wrong out here!
What do you mean shit going wrong?
Djeezes, there's too many gunshots all over the fucking place!
Wow wow, just slow down and tell me what's happening Sheryl.
- Fuck this noise man I'm out! - Just stay there and tell me what's happening!
Maddy, run! Run!
Help! Help! Please help me!
- Are you okay? - Please, help me.
There's a man and he's hurting my dad back at our...
OK listen, listen to me.
These guys they don't give a shit about you.
Alright, they're gonna kill you, do you understand?
Listen you gotta come with me OK? You have to come with me!
Dad!
Let me go! Let go of me!
Maddy!
Help please! Dad!
- Broker? What the hell is going on? - They hit the house.
Took my girl.
- What you mean? Hit the house? - It's an ambush, five six man, all armed.
- They tried to kill us. - She's on the river? You know who took her?
Broker!
We need a medic!
You'll be OK Teed.
Fucking rednecks.
Sheriff, get on the radio. It's Brokers daughter on dispatch.
- Broker, your daughter is on the radio. - Keep compression on this wound.
- Maddy, go ahead. - Maddy, tell me you're OK.
Dad! Please get me out of here daddy.
Don't worry baby, trust me. I'm coming.
First you need to tell me who took you?
I don't know, she's some, some lady with black hair.
OK baby, here's what we gonna do. I'm a take
you out, first you need to hide the phone.
Look for something, a landmark or anything.
OK.
Maddy?
Dispatch. Listen here I need you to check back every 30 seconds.
No need to sheriff, track my cell. And get a state chopper, they'll get there faster.
- Got a better idea. - Track his cell.
Get the troopers in on this and I need a pair in the air and every road
- within 10 Miles shut down. - Go for 25, work your way in.
25 mile radius, work our way in.
Tell 'em they're looking for a 20 foot Boston
wireless solo, female driver, center console.
Boston wireless solo, female driver and a center console.
- Now these man that attacked your house, where are they now? - They're out there.
- How do you know? - Trust me . I know.
Sheryl answer your fucking phone!
Just meet me at the fucking shop! What the fuck is going on?
Give me the phone.
Quiet down now.
Daddy? Daddy, we're stopping. I'm really scared, please hurry.
I see two big fence.
And we've stopped in a barn.
Broker!
Come on.
- OK. Come on. It's OK. Just give me your hand. - Go away!
Fuck!
Pick up baby.
Sheryl, I've been calling you. What the fuck?
- What the fuck happened? - Everything fucking happened!
What the fuck does that mean? Where is Cyrus? Where is everyone?
- I don't fucking know. - You left 'em there?
- I got the kid? - What?
I have the kid. The kid is here.
You brought her here?
You brought the kid here?
Are you retarded? Sheryl...
Don't! Don't!
- Gator! - Don't what, bitch?
You fucked this up!
- This is not what you do man! - You brought a fucking witness here?
You're the fucking tripping head! You fucked up!
Why did you bring the kid here?
What the fuck did you bring her here? Get your fucking hands of me!
You brought a fucking witness here?
Shut the fuck up and keep her quiet. Can you do that?
- What are y'all doing here? - Did you hear about the shooting?
- No, what shooting? - At the old Griffin place.
- No didn't hear about it. - You didn't hear about it?
- No I didn't hear about it. - Word is people are dead and a child is missing.
Well, no shooting going on here.
Maybe y'all better go home. Hey Jimmy you gonna take her home?
- Tell me you didn't have anything to do with
it., - I didn't have anything to do with it.
Now maybe you're a lil' high right now and your not
thinking straight, but it's time to go home OK?
- Jimmy? - Cassie, come on, let's go.
We live here too, you know what I mean?
Let go of me. Let go of me!
We have no choice!
Please, he's in trouble! Let me go!
Cass, it's none of our business!
Let go of me!
What the hell is going on here?
You don't wanna get into this Cassie.
- Cassie. - You're crazy.
You know that, you're crazy.
You fucking started this!
Stay out of this!
Cassie, you stay the fuck out of this! I'm warning you!
Dad!
Sit down! Sit the fuck down! You think I fucking wanted this?
I just shot my fucking sister!
Just stop the car!
Dispatch, tell the operator of the Inter-coastal bridge to open the bridge.
Repeat, open the bridge.
No!
Goddamned! Close the bridge! Close the bridge!
Dad! Are you okay?
Nobody shoots, there's a child on the bridge.
Stop please. Don't hurt him!
- Are you okay, dad? - Get back in the car, right now!
I don't want yo to see this! Get in the fucking car!
You don't have to do that! Just stop it!
- Stop! - Get the fuck in the car!
- Just leave him alone please! - Get in the fucking car!
Get in the car before I blow your fucking face off!
You smell the wood burning Bodine?
You smell the fucking wood burning?
Now you're connecting the dots?
I'll teach you about reputation.
She just saved your life.
Let's go home, Maddy.
See you on the outside, Danny.
I'll be waiting.