All language subtitles for Outsiders.S01E01.WEBRip.x264-ION10

(MOTORCYCLE RUMBLES)

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(GUN COCKS)

(GASPING RAGGEDLY)

Sheriff's looking for you.

WOMAN:
...Sheriff's department.

EXECUTIVE: Yeah, we got about
200 informational packets
we'll be handing out

and we'll set up
a jobs table at the hearing.

(DOOR OPENS)
Oh, folks...

this is Deputy Sheriff
Wade Houghton,
I was telling you about him.

It's nice to meet you, Deputy.

Likewise.
Deputy.

Good to meet you, sir.

So, any idea
when you'll post the notice,
Sheriff?

Well, um.

ROGER: What do you
think our best course
of action might be?

In terms of relocation?

And now that
the mining permit's
finally gone through,

we'll need them off
our land, and now.

I'm sorry,
I'm coming to this late.

But we need
who off what land?

The Farrells.

Wade here will be
spearheading the eviction.

Of the Farrells?
From Shay Mountain?

We've got
a billion-dollar investment
at stake up there.

Not to mention
hundreds of
jobs for this town.

Oh, I'm sorry. (CHUCKLES)

(STAMMERING)

How do I say this?
You know that they're
not like you and me.

That's right. We don't
sleep with our sisters.
Well, at least I don't.

(LIGHT LAUGHTER)

You know them,
the Farrell family?

Wade's family has
a history with them, yeah.

So when do you
think you'll be able to
convince them to relocate?

(CLICKS TONGUE)
I'd say never.

Pardon me?

To be perfectly frank,

I don't think you
gentlemen have any idea
what you're dealing with.

What he means is...

ROGER: No, to be perfectly
frank with you, Sheriff,

half this
country's electricity
comes from coal,

and right now
they're sitting on

one of the widest
seams in the whole state
of Kentucky.

Meaning, we're gonna do
what we came here
to do, irregardless.

Of what?

Of some bunch of,
excuse me,

retard hillbilly animals that
happen to live up there.

(BIRD SQUAWKS)

(WIND WHISTLING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(RATTLING AND LIQUID BUBBLING)

(INDISTINCT CHEERING)

Damn it!

(GRUNTING)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

Hit him, Fa!

KRAKE: Hey, y'all listen up!

Brothers and sisters,

we're only days
away from Firstnight,

and the coronation
of our new Bren'in.

(CHEERING AND WHOOPING)

KRAKE: On this auspicious
moment, in the history
of this here clan,

I should say
we require at least

two good batches
of our best wine.

(SIGHS) The only thing is,
we're shy on yeast.

Not to worry.
We're gonna do a run.

(ALL AGREEING)

Hold up there, Foster.

You ain't the Bren'in yet.

We can't go down there
unless Lady Ray says yes.
You know that.

I'll be makin'
the rules from now on,

not my mother.

It's a three-hour ride down.

Now, we ought to get there
before they close up.

Son, you comin'?

Uh, you gonna listen to her?

Don't worry,
we'll be safe.

Let's go, Fa.
BIG FOSTER: Yeah, let's go!

Ged-gedyah!

(ALL CHEERING)

(ENGINES HUMMING)

Papa. Papa.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I wanna go on
a run with you, Fa.

How many winters, Elon?

Nine.

I mean, eight.

There's nothing
good down there.

Nothing but poison.

Some day you gonna
see for yourself,
but not now.

Hey.

You're my best son.

(ENGINE REVVING)

(ENGINES HUMMING)

Hello there, lady.

No, no, no.
Don't you mind them. Hey!

You look at me.
Hey, look at me.

There you go.
Now, what's your name?

What's the matter?
You wee bit shy?

I never seen...

Seen what?

One of y'all before.

One of who all before?

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING
AND LAUGHTER)

They... They can't just...

...take stuff, right?

(WHIRRING)

We thank you kindly
for your generosity.

Sally-Ann.
Sally-Ann.

Like two names
rolled up into one.

That's a beautiful thing.

So Sally-Ann, tell me,
how do you get your
hair to go like that?

Like, it looks...

Looks like you got
a light coming off of you.

Are we done here?

(ENGINE REVVING)

You got a boyfriend?

BIG FOSTER: Hasil, come on!

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(BIRD CALLING)

(GENERATOR WHIRRING)

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(BLUEGRASS MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(MUSIC AND CONVERSATIONS STOP)

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

What prithee
said ruckus tonight?

Went on a run
is all, Lady Ray.

I didn't give no order.

BIG FOSTER: Oh, I did.

Batch got to be
done by Firstnight.

Had no choice.

You're not the Bren'in yet.

Good night, Mother.

(WHEELS SQUEAKING)

STORE MANAGER:
Yeast. About $85 worth.

And $962 in auto parts
and kitchen appliances.

They take any guns?
No.

They won't take guns.
They know better than
to get the Feds on 'em.

(SIGHS)
You want me to write it up?

STORE MANAGER:
If you don't mind, Wade.

Regional office
requires the paperwork,

but I don't
wanna press charges.

Yeah,
I mean, that's up to you.

Ain't worth it.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

FULTS: I got a question
for you.

Why do we let those morons
get away with shit like this?

First of all,
they're not morons.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Secondly, you do not want
to mess with these people.

Because...
Because I said so.

Listen, about 25 years ago

there was
an effort to get them down.

What happened?

People died is what happened.

Hey there, Sheriff.

I was just leaving
and I saw you over here.

Hi, Ricki.
How're you doin'?

I'm good.

You doing good?

Uh, yeah,
I'm pretty good.

All righty then.

Y'all have a good night.

Yep, you too.
You have a good night.

(SCOFFS)

So you do believe it then?

You know, that they...

What?

(SPOOKY VOICE) Wooh!

Listen to me.

That whole Farrell clan,

I mean, the land they're on,

the whole damn thing,
none of it's any good.

Okay? We don't go up there,
they ain't supposed
to come down here.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

(SNIFFLES)

(FAUCET TURNS OFF)

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

(BRAKES SQUEAL)
(ENGINE TURNS OFF)

Hey, buddy.

Hey.
You get your work
done and everything?

Yep. He did it.
Good.

Got lunch?
Yep, I made it.

Okay. Say goodbye
to your Aunt Ledda.

Okay. Come on, come on.

Get in the back, you.

You want to take that?

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(SOFTLY) Thank you.

Okay. Careful, careful.

All right, come here.
Give me a hug. Give me a hug.

All right,
have a good day.
(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)

You sure this
is the right way?

Driving over an hour.

There's no right way.

All right. Here.

I heard stories
about this hill
since I was yay high.

Human snake things
come out at night,
shewolves, all kinds of stuff.

Okay, give me a break.

I know I didn't
grow up around here,
but that shit is nuts.

(SIGHS) Okay.

Well, let's do this.

Here?

Um...

Don't we have to give
it to them in person?
(STAPLE GUN CLICKING)

(SIGHS)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Let's get outta here.

That half-Lostie,
the one who come back,

he's a bookreader.

Go get him.

(BIRDS CAWING)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(GROANS)

Lady Ray wants to see you.

What's she want with him?
LIL FOSTER: Don't know.

(GRUNTS)
(CHAINS RATTLE)

You pay your
respects to the Bren'in,

'cause she had a long reign.

BHRADAIN: That ends tonight.

BIG FOSTER: Yes, it does.

Now, maybe we ought
to get you cleaned up
before you go in to see her.

(GRUNTS)

(LOCK CLICKS)

(DOOR OPENS)

Ged dydd, clan.

It's been a while
since I spoke in
the Old Tongue, Lady Ray.

For 10 years
we put thee out
of mind, Asa boy.

Sit.

Wildmallow, if you please.

Ten winters,
and then one
day you come back.

Now I asketh you why.

Because this is my home.
Hmm.

Heard tell you went
to school down there.

Where was that again?

West Coast, ma'am.
California.

California.
Is it pretty there, the sea?

In some places.

Others, not so much.

How long you back now?

Going on half a year.

Halfyear in a box.

Yes, ma'am.
I wanna thank you...

Must be something
else happened to you,
make it so worth the pain.

(DISH CLATTERS)

It's an eviction.

They want us
off the mountain.
Nothing new.

Well, this time
it's from the state,
signed by the governor.

Says they're
going to blow it up.

We at war?

Well, they want
the coal rock for their power.

There's Oldfathers'
Prophecy of demons,

reihythn, who come
for us, to destroy us.

And one who returns.

It was
Wyleth-Clannin who sent me.

The Three?

Prophecy also say

the Returned One
will be Bren'in.

Demon or king, Asa Farrell,

which be you?

One more night
to your chains.

Then you free.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

All hail to you,
Foster Farrell the 6th!

COUSIN 1:
Long live the new Bren'in!

(ALL STOMP)

Thank you.
My blessings to you all.

We salute your reign, Mother.

I do not give thee my
staff this Firstnight.

(CROWD MURMURING)

But last Wintersnight,

before all the clans,

you said you would
give me the Oak tonight.

LADY RAY:
I know what I said.

But there be no
passing of it now.
Not when prophecy arise.

The demons come from below,
destroyeth our land.

I don't see any demons here.

All I see is cousins.

(LAUGHTER)

What says it?

Hasil?

Lil Foster?

Coal people,

they coming for us again.

Nothing to get fitful about.
They just...

No! This time they got bombs!

This time they
blowing us all up!

Our homes, our chillun,

this whole damn hill
and everything on it.

And not one of
you woulda know'd.

That Lostie Asa,
he read you this?

And if he did?

Well, maybe he be the reason
that these troubles come now.

There's never before
we let a traveler back in.

And never before
the Bren'in have her

a chile spend his
days ineeb on their beer!

His spirit gone.

His powers nil!

(WHEELS SQUEAKING)

I want no more talk
of cousin Asa Farrell.

He come back to us.

And now he paying the price.

For more years than we know
we have lived as
we choose to live.

Free,

by our own rules,
accordin' to our own ways.

And may those devils
down there know this,

this is our land,

and this our blood,

and we will never
leave this mountain!

(ALL SHOUTING IN AGREEMENT)

Bring forth the wine!

EMELYE: Firstnight of summer!

Ged-gedyah!

(ALL CHEERING)

(UP-TEMPO BLUEGRASS
MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

* I drink whiskey,
I'm a mountain man

(WHOOPING AND LAUGHTER)

* Now I drink whiskey,
I'm a mountain man

(CHEERING)

* Now I Drink My Own Whiskey,
My pa drinks his

(CROWD WHOOPING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)

* Oh, You Know That's Where
I'm goin' *

(CROWD WHOOPING)

(MUSIC FADES)

BIG FOSTER: "Demons."

"Prophecy."

I been listening
to that half-rat's
catscat all my life.

LIL FOSTER:
That's the law, Fa.

You're her eldest,
she has to make
you the Bren'in.

What's right
mine she promised me
since I was a boy.

What's right mine by
law I got a right to take.

Any way I can.

What're you saying, Foster?

Defy her?

No Farrell has
ever done that before,
betray the Bren'in.

How do you think my fa got it?

They say he had powers.

(CHUCKLING) Farrell magic?

Horseshit.

Only kinda powers my daddy
had was in his pistols.

G'WIN: And how he perished,
they also say.

Guns make a man weak,
not strong.

I ain't waiting any longer.

She's twisted in the head.

Thinks that Asa boy
come back and now
some kind of spell at work.

Maybe half these
fools around here
believe her.

LIL FOSTER:
No, the cousins love you,

you're the rightful Bren'in.

No, I am the Bren'in.

Get it straight.

Long as
your mother is alive,

there might be
some disagreement
on that count.

Are you gonna let
her talk like that?

What's wrong with you?

If I had me some guns,

not that old brokedown shit
that we got around here,

wouldn't matter
what that bitch
did or didn't do.

Yeah, well, guns are
not yeast and cigarettes.

You can't just go on a run.

Is that so?

What's that...

What's that guy
that you been
telling us about?

Down Ford Lick Holler.
(CHUCKLES)

Ah, he's a guard at
the coal plant,

got a whole
house full of fire.

All sorts of guns.

(SCOFFS)

In all these years,
no Farrell's
ever killed another.

It's how we survive,
it's our way.

(BIRD CALLING)

(POUNDING)

Get outta here!

Get! Go on!

Pardon, I was
lookin' for Asa Farrell.

You seen him?

He's a good lookin'
guy if I remember.

Strong, smart.

About yay high?

I see you
haven't changed, G'Win.

You sound skinny.

They giving you
anything to eat?

I'm on a fast.

(LAUGHS) Not likely.

I made you some bread.

You hungry?

(EXHALES)

Wait.
Well, let me try it first.

I wanna make sure
it meets your high standards.

(CHUCKLES)
Mmm.

(MOUTH FULL) You know,
I grew this wheat myself.

On that little plot
that we cleared together.

You remember?

You married?

Yes and no.

No and yes.

Here.

Why you doin' this?

You runnin' from something?

Or somebody?

You know,
I never believed them
when I was a kid.

But what they told me is true.

That world down
there is a prison.

There's no soul left to it.

Families have forgotten
how to look after each other.

Nine-and-a-half years.

I still don't need to hear
one more of your speeches.

What I need is for
you to listen to me.

Big Foster,
Lady Ray say he gone sour,
and I think she right.

But he needs
somebody to blame,

and right now
that somebody is you.

Well,
he knows where to find me.

Whatever you did down there,
saw down there,

must've been some kind of low.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

Afternoon, gentlemen.

Hey, Butch,
how're you doing, man?

BUTCH: Here you go.

(CLICKS TONGUE) Pleasure.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIREN BLARES)

(BRAKES SQUEAL)
(GEARS SHIFT)

WADE: How's it goin', guys?

It's all right.

You see what
that is behind me?

It's a school.
Yeah.

If I see you buying
around here again,
you know what happens?

Yes, sir.
"Yes, sir," what?

We won't do it again,
Officer.

Okay, hand it over.

Okay, go away.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Lady Ray said I
was going free today,

but I don't think this
is what she had in mind.

LIL FOSTER:
Shut up, you Lostie.
Get off me.

BHRADAIN: Time to earn
your keep, boy.

ASA: Where we goin'?

You'll know
when you get there.

I ain't never going
back down there, Foster.

You hear me? Not ever.

Well, you'll never be
a part of this family again.

It's up to you.
You coming or not?

(CHUCKLES) Come on,
get him in.
Go on.

Where's Hasil at?

He was gonna be the look-see,
right?

Figure on waiting for him?
No.

I'll deal with
that dumbass later.

(TRUCK DOOR OPENS AND SLAMS)

(GROANS)

What the hell you
think you're doing?

I tell you to come?

No, sir.

He can be eyes.

All right.

He can be eyes.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(DOOR SQUEAKS)

(DOORS CLOSE)

Hey, Sally-Ann, right?

Yeah.

I got me a good
memory for names.

Where you goin', Sally-Ann?

Home.

You wanna do something?

Now?

Why not?

Like what?

I don't know,
maybe get some chicken wings
and some beer?

You got any money?

No.

So what, we gonna rob it?

I don't know.

We could.

(LAUGHS)

Look, you're nice, but...

But what?

I don't wanna go to jail.

Okay?

'Night.

Good night.
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(TRUCK DOORS CLOSE)

Okay.

What you lookin' at?

I guess I been
gone a while, Foster.

But this was never
how we did things.

LIL FOSTER: Well, guess what?

Times change.

Come on.

(DOOR UNLOCKS AND SQUEAKS)

BIG FOSTER: Oh.

There she is.

(POUNDING)

What the...

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

Ooh, grab that.

And take some
spoons from the kitchen.

Can never have enough spoons.

Hey. Oh.

I thought I told you
to stay by the truck.

But...
Go, now!

(GASPS)

Spoons.

Where's the TV?

What the hell do
we need a TV for?

Go and get it.

(GUN COCKS)

So this was your plan.

ELON: Papa!

Papa!

Fa!
What the hell?

Farrell,
put 'em all back and go home!
You hear me?

Papa! Papa!

Fa, ain't worth it.

Damn.

(GROANS)

Stay where you are!

(ENGINE STARTS)

(GUNSHOTS)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUES)

BHRADAIN: Stop, Foster!
Foster, stop now.

Come on, pull over here!

No.

No. No, no, no.

BIG FOSTER: Elon?

Oh! Elon!

Elon!

Oh, no, boy.

(WHIMPERING)

Elon?

(STRAINED VOICE)
All right, Elon?
I'm right here.

Okay. All right.

I've got you. I've got you.

He's gone.
BIG FOSTER: Get off me!

He's gone.

Oh! Elon!

Elon!

(SOBBING) Oh! Oh! Oh!

Oh, Elon! Elon!

Elon!

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIGHS)
You got any whiskey?

Okay.

BUTCH: Junior.

It's on me.

So your womenfolk 'round here
ain't too friendly, uh?

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS
RESUME)

Hey there.
You Farrell or a Shay?

Farrell.

Hasil Farrell, it's my name.

I'm Butch.

Appreciate your
hospitality, Butch.
What do you want?

Say, Hasil,
you need money?

That ain't something
we take a lot of stock in.

I didn't ask if
you believed in it,

I was just asking
if you wanted some.

(SIGHS)

Those gunshots up
Ford Holler?

Farrells, B-and-E.

Oh, yeah?

Says who?

"Concerned citizen."

Left us a message.
(SIGHS)

Says he thinks
they took some guns.

Well, I mean,
I spoke to the
Dunleavy boys

and they said they was
just shooting skunks.

Well, they lied, didn't they?
Don't wanna make a fuss.

I mean, the same shit,
different day, Sheriff.

No, it's not,
Wade, that's my point.

I want you to bring
them in, talk to them.

Bring who in?
Farrells.

Farrells, of course,
I'll bring them in for you.

Do you want the fat
ones or the thin ones?

You scared of them, Wade?

Is that why
you're making a joke?

(FIDDLES PLAYING
MOURNFUL TUNE)

(WAILING)

How dare you come
here on this day?

Hey.

I'm sorry about
your son, Foster.

He be dead because of you.

You.

Now, no matter what you do,
you'll never be
one of us again!

Never!

Well, you're never
gonna be Bren'in.

When you come back here,

the only thing that
you brung was poison.

Now you say that you
care about this family,

then you go back.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

We all grievin' today
and here you sit.

My heart pain for ya.

But for what did he perish,
may I ask?

I told ya there
would be no run.

Now?

We have a dead son

and their law upon us again
when we need no more troubles.

You don't see what
the rest of us do.

You are old and sick,

and you think some
worthless prophecy

mean that
Lostie gonna save us.

I give ya my sorry.

Get out! Now!

I ain't waiting no more.

I am Bren'in.
Do not forget that.

Or what?

What will you do?

When you find out,
it'll be too late.

(SCREAMING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Where are your
powers now,
you old bitch, huh?

I am the One now.

(INDISTINCT CAWING)

(BOTTLES CLANK)

(UNZIPS BAG)

MAN: Where you going?

Uh...

You coming?

(BREATHING SLOWLY)

I'll tend the clans
till you wake, Mother.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(DOGS BARKING)

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Now what you got right there,

that's the best batch
of Farrell wine ever,
if I do say so myself.

I heard stories about this,

but I don't know no
one ever seen it before.

Hey, it's beautiful, man.
Thank you, Butch.

Uh, me and my cousin,
we make it together.

Can't tell you how, though.
That's a secret.
(SNIFFS)

But we only make two
batches a year, so...

How much?

$1,000 a jug.

(SNORTS)

$20.

Moonshine's all
around here, my friend.

This ain't moonshine, Butch.

This is Farrell wine.

I give you $40.

Plus, a cut of my proceeds.

Yeah, all right.

Humankind ruination,

that's what they
told us this is.

Come here, I got a question.

That a boy or girl?

I guess you could say both.

So, are you...
What'd you call it?
You queer?

No.

I mean, sort of.

He's a girl, so...
I mean, she's...

Does it matter?

Mmm-mmm.

(CAR DOORS CLOSE)

Hey, my boy was out
of the Bambalacha.

Got some of that
Bubba Kush for you.

TYLER: Hey,
no problem, Butch.
All right.

Hey!

You guys like
to get shitfaced?

'Cause I got this stuff
in the back of my trunk

that makes a fifth of tequila
look like a can of Bud Light.

And what's that?

Farrell wine.

Moonshine?
(KEYS JANGLE)

From up the mountain?
No shit.

See, Hasil Farrell and I
are close, personal friends.

Said he put a snake
venom in this batch

just out of deference
to our relationship.

(BOTTLE CLANKS)

It looks awesome,
but no thanks.

What the hell, man?
Why not?

Look, since you guys
is in good standing,
we'll call it $150.

$150? You kidding me.

That's a good price, son.

I'm in.

Are you out of your mind?

Don't be a wuss, Colin.

Look,
remember to cut that, a'ight?

I don't care if
it's juice, water,
ginger ale, or piss.

I mean that.

Sure thing, bro.

Enjoy.

(CHUCKLES)

(SNIFFS)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Try it.

It's good.
You're shitfaced.

Don't drink any more
of that stuff, okay?

It's gross.

(CROWD CHEERING)

ALL: (CHANTING)
Chug! Chug! Chug!

Tyler, Tyler.
Come on, we're gonna go home.

You need to go home, Tyler.

Shut up, pussy!

(GRUNTS)

Oh, snap!

(LAUGHTER)

(CHANTING)
Chug! Chug! Chug!

(DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)

Where the hell
have you been?

You weren't
answering your phone.
Your mother is worried.

Have you been drinking?

Tyler, I'm talking to you.

(RETCHES)

What did I tell you
the last time you
came home intoxicated?

Where's the car?

Huh?

Tyler.

(KNIFE PLUNGING)

(BODY THUDS)

Tyler...

(GASPING)

Sweetie?

(BREATHING RAGGEDLY)

(KNIFE THUDS)

(CELLPHONE RINGS)

(SIGHS)

(BEEP)

Houghton.

Sheriff's Department!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

FULTS:
That's the coal company guy.

Wade.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(TYLER GROANING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(CRYING)

WADE: Okay.

Okay.

So you think meth?

Or crack or something.

Tyler doesn't do
those kind of drugs, okay?
I know him.

He was just shitfaced.

Okay,
well, what was he drinking?

Don't say anything
until your parents
get here, Colin.

They can, like, get a lawyer.

Okay, listen.
You're not in any trouble,
okay?

Just, I need to know
what happened.

He was drinking moonshine.

You know, from up there.

You mean Shay Mountain?
Like, Farrell wine?

All right, well,
I got your numbers here,

and I got
everything I need, so...

I'll be in contact.

Thank you.

Two jars gone.

Yeah.

(DOOR SLAMS OPEN)

Hey, hey, hey!

BIG FOSTER: Hey, hey, shut up!
What are you... Hang on. No!

Get up! Get up! Get up!
No!

My favorite son is dead
'cause you was
busy thieving us.

HASIL: I found it in a ditch
on the side of the road!

I swear I found it!

No, no.
(GRUNTING)

Hold him down.

We got us rules.
Call...

Call the Elders!
(LIGHTER CLICKS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Call a Circle!
BIG FOSTER: They is.

They be my rules now.

(HASIL SCREAMING)

WADE: (SIGHS)
Man, his own kid.

My God.

Believe that shit?

He was high?

Oh, I think meth.

Probably just some cheap dirt
from a one-step.

He say where
he got the stuff?

WADE: We haven't
talked to the kid yet.

I mean,
he's in the hospital anyway,

talking about hurting himself.

Oh, Jesus.

I don't know, Wade.
I got a bad feeling
the Farrells are involved.

This creek going
from shit to shittier.

We gotta get them
off that mountain.

What are you
talking about, sir?

I mean, what in God's name
are you talking about?

Get them off that mountain?

You think you can
last a winter up there?

How about 200?

I couldn't.

No money, no microwave,
no convenience store.

I mean, there is a reason
we can't get them
off that mountain.

They know things
the name of which we
can't even remember.

They know how to
stick together.
They're a family.

And the harder we try to push,
the tougher they're gonna get.

I don't care about
any of that, Wade.

All I know is somebody's
gotta move 'em out now.

And that somebody is you.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(FLAMES CRACKLING)

(OWL HOOTS IN DISTANCE)

(PAPERS RUSTLING)

(PAPER TEARS)

(FLAMES WHOOSH)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(CLICK)