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Dead of winter.

Cold as all hell.

A man hails a cab.

He slides in, sits in the
warmth of the backseat.

A few miles down the road,
the cab hits a sheet
of black ice.

Starts spinning
out of control.

Heading towards the edge
of the bridge,

nothing but blackness below.

The driver screams,
"We're all gonna die!"

The man calmly leans
forward and softly says,

"Could you turn the radio up?"

I don't get it.
Which one are you?

The driver or the
guy in the back?

Both.

Hey! Hey!

We may all be sliding towards
the edge,

but it's up to you how
comfortable you are doing it.

Pay your debts, friend.

Oh, hell.

-Hey.
-How's it going?

Good, yeah. Getting there.

I need you back on
32 tomorrow once you
get this buttoned up.

Yeah, okay. Yeah.

Think you can handle two of
Jim's shifts next week?

Well, hell yeah.

Good. He's gonna need
to take the week off.

Kid died.

What?

Shit, Caleb?

Yep.

He's gonna take the week.
Funeral and all.

Yeah, yeah.

Damn. How it happen?

Overdose.

Fucking pills or whatever else.

It's a shame, too.
He's a good kid.

Or used to be. I don't know.

Yeah.

All right.
Get out of here.

-Thanks, Mike.
-Yep.

I still don't get why
that's gotta be so loud.

Well, 'cause loud is fast.

So, how come you race,
and mama doesn't?

Well, baby girl,
'cause your mama's smart.

And you're what?

Well, I'm tough and strong.

And mama's not strong.

Oh geez, girl.

Look, sometimes it's not about,
you know, how much you can

lift, right, but about
how much weight you can carry

that makes you strong.
You know what that means?

Maybe.

You know those, uh,
those big old trees we learned
about out there in California?

Ones so big you can drive
a car right through 'em?

Yeah.

You know how those
trees survived

for thousands of years,

right, just standing there?

Right? And then one day,
a skinny little man

your height, maybe even
smaller than you, comes along,

right, with a little axe,

a few hours, he cuts that
big old tree down.

She's a skinny man?

No, baby girl. The axe, right?

She might be small, but damn if
she can't cut that big old tree
down.

She doesn't need to race
to prove she's tough.

She doesn't even need to cut
down a big old tree.

You know, like the axe,
right, you can just take
one look at her

and realize what she's capable
of. That's your mama.

Daddy says you're an axe.

-Hey.
-What, like an old battle axe?

No. Not an axe. I meant like a--

a shiny, you know,
slender blade.

Boy, I can cut you down to size.

Yeah, ain't that the truth?
Get me in trouble.

Trey's stopping by.

Oh, great, well,

he can slide under there
and help me swap that,
uh, that rear end.

Oh. Well, good luck.

That boy doesn't know a monkey
wrench from his asshole.

-Mama!
-Hey, come on.
Help me with dinner.

But I'm helping Dad.

Come on. He can clean up his
own mess. Let's go.

Well, thanks for nothing.

Damn. Never miss home
cooked meals till I get 'em.

Doesn't beer count as home
cooked if you live at a bar?

I live above a bar.
Cut me some slack.

No, seriously though.
That was delicious.

Not as good as your mom's,
but pretty decent.

Oh, shit. Damn. You knew.

Well, I didn't know if
you'd come otherwise.

Well, I wouldn't've.

Oh, yeah. I know.

Well, hey there, Uncle Bodie.

Hey, hey, Shelby.
How's my favorite driver?

Good. Good.

What do you know, Trey?

I'm just here for
the food. Same as you.

Uh, oh, we're guilty.

You take care of that ticket?

It's in the mail, Sheriff.

Uh, aren't they all?

How you holding up, Sheriff?

I'm still standing.

Uh-oh.

Oh, oh, no. No, no.

My heart--my heart is a racing.

Are you the most beautiful
princess in the world?

Mr. Bodie.

Mama's got your plate.

Plate? I ain't here
for no plate.

I am here on official
police business.

Yeah, I bet. Like every week.

What? I am.

Come over here.

Ah, you're too good to me.
Thank you.

We missed you at service Sunday.

Yeah, you know,

I don't know about
that new preacher.

Call me old fashioned, but I'm

kind of more of a, I don't know,

fire and brimstone type of guy.

-You know?
-Yeah, I hear that.

Well, I hate to grab
a plate and run, but

I think you all don't really
wanna watch me eat.

Good night, Sheriff.

-Take care, now.
-You, too.

All right little lady, bedtime.

-Ugh.
-No! No! Oh.

-Good night.
-'Night, Daddy.

Sweet dreams, beauty.
I love you.

-Bleh.
-All right.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa. Come on.

-'Night, booger.
-Good night, little booger.

Come on.

Ugh.

Hey, Earnhardt.

Thank you.

How long you gonna do this for?

Well, as long as it takes.

Fine anyway. These are
doing the trick.

They killed Muhammad Ali.
This shit ain't no joke.

Hey, you think I
don't know that, Trey?

The hell you want me to do, man?

Let me just get our heads
above water,

then we can
deal with me, all right?

You can't get shit by her.

You know that.
You never could.

Think I like keeping secrets
from her, Trey?

Just give me some
fucking room, huh?

Your funeral.

Come grab this side.

But-- now?
We just-- we just ate.

Now, fucker! Let's go!

All right, all right, all right.

Oh, man. Mm.

Fucking Trey.

What you doing here?

Let's go for a ride.

I don't know, man. Caroline's
gonna be home in a few minutes.

Come on. I wanna
show you something.

Now, I know you don't like
to be seen in an import,

but get in.

What's going on, Trey?

Ain't nothing going on. Just
take a fucking ride with me.

Thirty minutes,
I'll have you home.

Yeah, all right. All right.

If I wake up in Mexico
with no pants on,

Caroline's gonna
cut your nuts off.

Your pants
will stay on. I promise.

They better.

Unless you're feeling frisky.

Hey. Buy me an Oreo shake
and we'll talk.

Done.

Fucking seat belts
and everything.

Man, I can't believe
I'm in this thing.

Fuck off.

Been here, what, twenty years?

You're still driving
this piece of shit.

Go, go, green. Hulk here
is unbeatable.

Oh, my God, Trey. It's fucking
embarrassing, man.

I can't be seen in this
piece of shit. Christ.

Ooh. Listen to that purr.

That's what I'm talking about
right there, bro. Woo-hoo!

Don't kill us, Trey. Jesus.

What, man? What is this?

That.

What? You working
on your black belt?

Nope.

Okay, so what is it?

Hundred K, cash, at least.

What is?

What do you know about Oxy?

I don't know shit about Oxy,
Trey.

Nothing, man. Don't need to.
Get me out of here.

There's a doc in there.

Some bullshit hack.
People come in,
"This hurts. That hurts."

The doc will write out
a script for 'em.

Hundreds of 'em, every day.

Okay. The hell's that
got to do with me?

And now these yokels, they go
and fulfill those scripts.

And guess what, they
come right back here.

Those pills go in
and out that back door

and sold all over the county.

Man, I don't fucking
care, all right? Take me home.

And once they sell those pills,

they bring that cash
right back here.

Hundreds and thousands of
dollars

running through this piece
of shit right here every week.

And nothing but a couple
backwood inbreds running it.

Trey, are you fucking
kidding me?

Nope.

Are you suggesting
that we stroll in there

and we take that money?

We can. We can.

Man, that's a stupid
fucking idea.

Never have I seen more than
one or two tweakers

in there guarding that place.
It ain't rocket science.

Oh, that's for damn sure.

Shel,

they killing people with
this shit. You've seen it.

- I know.
- We all have.

This town is dying,
and these fuckers are getting
rich from it.

That's your cash in there.

That's our cash.

We put our blood, sweat,
and tears into this town.

And they're just taking
it all from us.

This whole place is
becoming a fucking cliché.

First the factories fold.

Then no jobs, no hope,
and then these leeches.

They come in, they suck
what's left off the bottom.

I'm sick of it, Shel.

I'm sick of it.

And I don't wanna see Mila
left in the mud either.

Hey. This is easy money, Shel.

Don't talk to me about
this shit again. You hear?

Don't tell me
someone else died.

I can't handle
that shit right now.

Hop in. Catch some of this AC.

What's going on?

Jim needs those shifts back.

Damn. Okay.

Gotta pay for the funeral.

Yeah, I get it.

Ah, Shel, that ain't all, man.

Oh, shit, Mike.

Well, hey there, Shelby.

How we doing today, sugar?

Oh, I'm hanging in, Ms. Whitney.
How about yourself?

Well, I'm still upright,
praise Jesus.

Yes, ma'am.
I hear that.

Early this month, huh?

Yeah.

Oh. Damn it. I'm so sorry.

Well, I appreciate
that, Ms. Whitney.

-But you know what?
-Hm?

Uh, might as well add that, too.

All righty.

You want your balance receipt?

Nah. Hell, couldn't
pay for the ink anyway.

Love to the girls.

Appreciate that,
Ms. Whitney. Take care.

Bye.

I don't know, man.
Guns and drugs.

That shit ain't me.

No, it ain't.

That's why you leave
that shit to me.

You just drive the car
and watch my back.

You don't even need
to touch a gun.

I promise.

Look, I know these dudes.

We're not talking
Goodfellas here.

We're talking a couple
slack jaws with pill problems.

The girls are going
to Tupelo this weekend.

Lookie there.

Wish you were coming.

Sh-shit. No, you don't.

You love that big old guest
bed all to yourself.

Stay up late watching those
God-awful dating shows.

You gonna be good here?

Of course.

Well, good.

'Cause I do love that bed.

Hey, you know what?

Why don't you take a couple
hundred and get that
old block from Kenny?

You know, keep going
a few more weekends.

I mean, you said Mike gave
you those shifts.

Aww, baby. I told you,

I can't fix it what
we got, stays broke.

Damn, I love you.

What are y'all talking about?

Little girls
not finishing packing
and getting left behind.

You have three
minutes or this train's leaving
with or without you.

I just need someone to
sit on it while I zip.

Okay. I'll be up
in a few minutes.

Well, we're leaving in three.

Oh-ho. Boy, she is definitely
your daughter.

Open it.

The hell is this?

Open it.

Damn.

You are too much.

Mom.

Daughter's calling you.

Mm. Mm-mm.
She's definitely yours.

Yeah, this'll do.

Where'd you find it?

Don't you worry about that.

Jesus Christ, Trey.

Color's ugly as shit,
but it's a turbo,

just like you asked for.

Yeah. What about the plates?

Well, I took care of it.

I do love a turbo V6.

Look at Shelby Connors all
excited about a stolen vehicle.

You little criminal.

Hey! This isn't New York.

All right? This is
my own backyard, man.

Act like you understand
we're breaking the law.

Act like you understand
what's at stake here.

Hey, she's my niece.

I fucking understand
what's at stake.

I'm not the one
we gotta worry about.

Let's just get this over with.

Mr. Bodie?

That ain't good.

I'll get with the oncologist
in Birmingham.

But in the meantime, you go
home, enjoy your day.

We'll take this one
step at a time.

Man.

Look, when we get in there,
you just watch my back,
that's it.

Okay? We'll be fine as long
as you watch my back. Here.

What the fuck is this, Trey?
You said I wouldn't need this.

Just hold the fucking thing
and look like you might use it.

What the fuck, man?

All right? You won't even
need to lift it. Trust me.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, man. Fuck!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, we got
this, okay? We got this.

Jesus Christ, Trey.
Fucking shit.

What? Does it clash with
your outfit? Come on.

I don't know, man. I don't know.

Hey. Just do what family does.

We're family, bro.
We look out for each other.

-Okay.
-All right?

Okay. Fuck.

All right, come on. Fuck.

Hey. Take this. Come on.
Let's go.

Come on. Get out of
the fucking car. Let's go!

No, no, no, no, no! Hey! Shit.

Hey, what the fuck? Ugh!

Over there!

That might have been
an accident,

but the next one won't be.
You hear me?

This guy moves,
take his head off.

Come on.

You all know whose
money this is?

Do you have any fucking idea
whose money this is?

Shut the fuck up!
Shut up!

Are you okay?

Don't look at me.
Don't fucking look at me.

Oh, shit. Tough guy.

Y'all don't want to do this.
You don't wanna do it.

Hurry the fuck up.

Come on!

Hey. S-s-s-hey.
You a Bronson fan?

Huh?

Come on, hurry up! Let's go!

What's your
Death Wish movie?
One, two, three?

You know, my friend on
the floor was a Bronson fan.

Why don't you ask him?
Huh? Go ahead.

Shut the fuck up, okay!

-You wanna know what
my favorite is?
-Turn around!

The one where I hunt
you all down and snatch

the life out of you, cut
the heads off all your kin,

and shoot your fucking dog!

It ain't your all's world, huh,

but you're gonna
fucking die in it.

Shut the fuck up.

Come on!

Hey, your voice sounds familiar.

Yeah. Yeah, look at me, huh?

Yeah, I know you.

Yeah, I seen you, boy.

You all are gonna fucking die.

Let's go! Come on!

Let's go!

You should listen
to your boy here.

No, no, no, no! No! No!

-No! Ugh!
-Ah! Shit.

Let's go! Let's go!

Ugh!

Oh, shit. Shit.

Oh, shit.

Trey.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, you shot that guy!

What the fuck is wrong
with you? Huh? Shit.

Who is it, Trey?

Shit!

-Agh!
-Huh?

Trey, someone's
following us, man.

Ah, shit!

Sheriff Bodie,
you read me?

Go ahead, Beth.

Reports of shots fired.
1911 Bass Lane.

Oh, shit.

The gate's fucking closed, Trey.

Put it in park.

Come on.

What the fuck you doing?

Trey, get back in the
fucking car!

Come on! Shit. Oh, they're
shooting at-- come on.

Ah!

Shit, shit, shit. Fuck. Fuck!

Hands up. Up!

Come on. Get your hands up.

Come on, now. Get 'em up.

Yes! Look at this.

Okay.

We did it!

Ugh.

Fucker!

Stop! Stop. Let go.

The fuck was that?

We got the money.

The fucking money!
We killed two people, Trey!

You shot him!
What was that shit, huh?

Those weren't people.

Those were drug dealers,

scum, pill pushers! Fuck them.

Ugh!

Man, who the fuck are you?

We got the cash.

Fuck the cash!

What was that shit
with the pills? Huh?

We didn't go there for that!

You fucking motherfucker.

I didn't fucking sign
up for this shit.

Yes, you did! Yes, you did!

Yeah, we got the money,
God knows how much,

and yeah, we got
a shit load of pills, too.

I'm sorry you thought you
were gonna be halfway in.

He said he knew
you, Trey. Did he?

Do you know those guys?

It doesn't matter now.

We just need to--

to lay low for a little bit.

Keep our heads down. All right?

Oh, you're taking it?

You want it? Here. Take it.

Go on. It's yours.

It's called trust, bro.

Just keep it safe. Uh, hide it
in your toolbox

or something to keep
away from the girls.

We fucking killed 'em, Trey.

Yeah, we did. We killed 'em.

The way I see it,
it was us or them.

And I'd fucking do
it again if I had to.

We're family, bro.

That shit back there,
that was nothing but
taking care of family.

Come on. Come here. Come here.

Let's go home.

We got a 904 on
Old Finch Road off 58.

We got two dead and
a BOLO, red Buick Regal,

and I do not have the tags.

10-4 Bodie. Dispatch a car
to your location.

Let it burn.

Hey, baby. What you doing?

Going to bed.

Yeah, well, I miss you.
You look beautiful.

I know.

All righty,
you, get in there.

I'll be in in a sec.

- Sweet dreams.
- Go on.

- Love you.
- 'Night!

What are you up to?

Just out here in my office.

Are you sleeping?

Uh-uh. Oh, not without you.

Baby, you already

have me. No need to keep
up with that sweet talk.

Well, I know you like it though.

I do.

How're you doing?

Today was a good day.
It's good to be out here.

I wish you were here, though.

Just you?

Just me.

You doing all right there?

Oh, hell yeah.

Been a while since I
had a dust up, but I'm fine.

In there ain't.

County is sending the coroner
down for what's left.

Ben, what are those?

Oh.

I had just gotten my boots
off when I got the call.

Man, we're like the goddamn
boy scouts out here.

All right, let's-let's
go in. Cameras?

Sure. But the drives were taken.

The car wash has one, though.

Well, let's get 'em.

I already got it on my laptop.

I bet you do.

Two men,
in and out, off in a hurry.

Ooh.

Well, let's see.

Let it out.

What you thinking?

I'm thinking that
he's a poor bastard,

what I'm thinking.
Now, were there any witnesses?

Sure. Ms. Whitney.

What?

Yeah. She wounded over here.

And the doc,
but he ain't talking yet.

All right. Well,

well, we just wait for
Ms. Whitney's story, I guess.

But I tell ya what
it's gonna be about.

It's gonna be about pills
and money and cussin'.

Two men,
shotgun and a pistol.

Yeah, well, the pistol did that.

And the wood furniture
done that guy in.

And he ain't here.

No, he isn't. And the
whiskey in them cups.

And that arm is junkies
robbing junkies.

Just like with two guys
from the highway.

Man, this is as crooked
as the Chattahoochee.

Well, all right.

Call me if anything
turns up. Oh.

- That's it?
- That's it.

We gotta wait
for--for Ms. Whitney's story,

and State's gonna wanna
be in on this one.

Sure you don't wanna look
at that, uh, tape?

Come on. Let's go look at it.

Wheelman can drive.
That's a fact.

Mm-hmm.

All right, well,

I'm going to sleep.
Call me if you need me.

Otherwise, don't.

You sure you're all right?

Ben, find your goddamn boots.

Anything else I can get you?

No, ma'am. That hit the spot.

Okay.

Mm. A moment.

One of these is your tip.

Which one will be
determined by the answer of my
next question. Okay?

What did you wanna be
when you grew up?

I don't know.

I guess I always told
my mama I wanted
to work with horses.

Horses, huh? Well, how long
you been working here?

Nine years, I guess.

Do you have kids?

I do. A daughter. She's eight.

And what's your
little girl wanna be
when she's all grown up?

A dancer.

I mean, hell, that's what
my tips go toward anyway.

Well, that's sweet.
Well, thank you for the pie.

It was delicious.

So, um, which one do I get?

It doesn't matter.

You sure about it?

Yeah, I'm sure as shit.

Okay.

So, we're good?

We're good, right?

It's not me.

I mean, I don't care
that you fucked up.

But someone does.

Come on, brother.

I'm dying anyway.
Come on. Just let me be.

It don't have to be like this.

There's no reason for it.

That gon' do it?

That's it.

All right, thanks, Sheriff.

-All right.
-Have a good one, man.

You, too.

Ben.

Bodie.

What do you know?

You see the statement
from the doc and Ms. Whitney?

Is that it on your seat?

Then how did I see it?

Well, the doc wants immunity.

Is that right?

Yep. He says this thing

they got into goes all
the way down

to a New Orleans
outfit down that way.

Pills, clinics, girls, money.

He's saying it's
a damn empire, Bodie.

You know what they're saying?
This outfit is mob.

Will you stop it?
Acting like a preteen

at a Beatles
concert for God's sake.

What does the State say?
They want in?

- Nope.
- They don't want in?

- Nope.
- Why not?

State line thing.
They're saying DEA.

Can you believe that? DEA here.

What'd Ms. Whitney say?

Not much.

Don't ask, don't tell.

Paid her cash though.

Mm.

Lordy, it's just Sunday. Man.

That ain't all.

You find the shotgun vic?

Yeah. Well, neighbor found him.

You got him?

He's dead.

Well, how? Did he bleed out?

- Oh, yeah.
- Pills?

Pills and blood for sure, but--

that ain't what did him in.

A lamp cord around
his neck killed him.

Hmm. Shit.

Shit?

Someone's cleaning up,
Bodie. Mob.

Well, 'least you got
the right shoes on today.

Hey, Bodie, you think
the DEA'll give me one
of those jackets?

I will slap you to
sleep and slap you for sleeping.

Now get out of here.

Morning, Shelby.

Get up.

Hey, listen,
I know what you want.

Get down.

Give me your hands.

I don't fucking know you.

No, sir.

So, what do you want?

Well, I heard you all thought
it was a good idea

to steal from the NOLA folk.

Said you all thought
we were all a bunch of

stupid cunts, wouldn't do
shit about it. That true?

I don't know what that
means. None of it.

But if something was stolen from
you,

and that something's
been returned,

I don't see why we can't
forget the whole thing,

just go on about our lives.

Over here, wherever
you come from.

No. No, no, no, no, no.
Hey, hey, please.

Look. Hey, look, this can be
worked out, okay?

All right, whatever
happened, all right,
wrongs can be righted.

Well, that's why I'm here.

Okay, well, let's do that then.
Okay, let's just talk about it.

Hey.

You got what you
came here for, right?

Almost.

No!

No! No! Fucking no! Trey!

No! Fucking stop! Fuck!

2292 Kent Street,
Tupelo, Mississippi.

Yeah. He gave that up, too.

They got nothing
to do with this.

They do now.

You try and leave town,

cops, whatever, my man
in Tupelo gets rambunctious.

You understand me?

I'll be in touch.

Is that a tulip tree
or a dogwood?

Morning, Shel.

Hey, Uncle Bodie. What you
doing out around these parts?

'Hell you been, boy?

Oh, I got a, uh,
couple hog traps

out at the end of 579.

River's been rising a little,
I guess.

They're all but under water now.

I just had to move them
a little higher.

Well, better you than me.

I'd just as soon as shoot 'em.

Anyway, I'm here
looking for Trey.

- Mm. Yeah?
- Yeah, you seen him?
Heard from him?

No. No, not in
a couple days, I guess.

You know, Caroline's
back with her folks,

so he, uh, he hasn't
been around.

- Okay.
- Why, what's going on?

Oh, probably nothing.

I--I got a call early this
morning from the High Bar.

They were complaining about
noise and whatnot.

And, uh,

I gotta check it out 'cause
if a bar is complaining

about noise from an apartment
upstairs...

but as I said, you know,
it's probably nothing.

You know Trey.

Yeah, I do.

Yeah.

So what happened here?

Just locked myself out.

Hmm.

And when you broke the glass,
it went this way?

Caroline took Mila to her folks
up in Tupelo for a few days.

We, uh...

we got into it the other night.

Threw a damn beer
through the window.

That's why she
left, you know.

It's all just getting to us,
you know. Just everything.

Yeah, I do know. I was married
38 years.

But I'd get this cleaned up
before Mila comes back.

Those little feet, oh,
you know. That's my princess.

Yes, sir. Will do.

All right.

Let me know if Trey turns up.

And good luck tonight.

Thank you.

Oh...

does Trey still drive
that--that Jap thing?

Yes, sir, he does.

Can't get him to go
American quite just yet.

All right. Take care.

-Yeah, you too.
-All right.

Pack of Camels.

All right, there you go.

It's eight even.

Thank you. There you go.

Say, uh, what do y'all
do in this town?

Pardon?

Oh, no disrespect, old timer.

But what do people do here?

Like for fun?

People have fun here?

Well, sure. I mean,

we got the track
on Monday nights.

And hunting.

And football
in the fall, I guess.

So between, uh,
shooting squirrels

and high school football,

people just kinda
meander around, waiting to die?

I--I--I guess.
No, that--that ain't right.

You grow up around here?

'Bout a mile thataway.

When you were growing up,
you always want to run
the local gas station?

Oh, you know,

my daddy, uh, ran the
station down there on old 24.

I guess I just followed suit.

And here you are, huh?

Yes, sir. Here I am.

You got kids?

Got a son. He grown though.

I see. What's he do?

You--you ask
a lot of questions.

I'm intrigued.

Y'all intrigue me.

All right.

Well, come back.

Pardon me.

Eat a dick. Fancy fuck.
I need some oil.

All right.

Pretty far north for you.

Not in the car.

What are we dealing with?

Nothing that can't
be handled quick.

Unaffiliated locals, that's
all. I'm dealing with it.

I'll recover what was taken.
I just need a bit more time.

I would like the, uh,
responsible party brought
to me personally.

- Noted.
- Yeah.

- And the doctor?
- Yep.

A woman, too.

They talk?

Talking.

Not sure how much yet, but
enough to pull the ripcord.

And when does that happen?

-As we talk.
-No.

No.

Because you keep talking to me.

And if I'm listening to you
talk,

then they're out there...

talking to people they
shouldn't be talking to.

Pull the fucking cord.

Do you need help?

What, locals?

No. I don't need no hicks
in mismatched shoes.

I'm handling it.

Then handle it.

Yeah.

Listen, Clayton,

you light a cigarette
in my car one more time,

and I'll smash your head
in with a piece of concrete.

This Steve McQueen,
Johnny Cash bullshit...

it's tired. Straighten up.

Righty-o.

God.

Whatcha got there?

Nine-mil? .45?

No, .38.

Were you gonna kill me?

Yeah, I was thinking about it.

Well, pull it out.

Go on.

This here blood'll paint
the fucking walls

of that shitty place
down on Kent Street.

Kill me or don't.

Whatever.
It won't be me either way.

I don't kill the innocent.

No, it'll be that gorilla
of a man down there

watching your little girl
play in the yard who does it,

who rips them apart
and dances on their bodies.

So you better keep that
little .38 tucked in there
nice and snug.

'Cause, brother,

I'm the only friend you got.

So what now?

Where you going?

I'm going to work. Let's go.

Why me?

Well, this is your milk.

And you're mopping it up.

Ugh, I hate these small towns.

Illinois, Mississippi,
Massachusetts, Arizona.

You know what they all
have in common?

Everything.

Man, who are you?

I'm just a man.

A man here to break
my world apart.

Your world?

This ain't your world,
your life.

You don't control this shit.

Sure. Sure.

What are you doing with that?

We're all just a bunch of blobs
of mass running into each other

till we break down
or are shut down. That's it.

All right.

So if none of this matters,

no reason for it all,
why are we here?

For him.

Tick-tock goes the doc.

Follow him.

All right, when he hits
the highway,

you're gonna pull
alongside of him,

easy, like you're
gonna pass him.

Nah, I can't do that.

Driving is easy.

Not getting the chance
to say goodbye is hard.

Ugh. Wait, no. No.

Hey, Sheriff, you read me?

Go ahead.

Bodie, gonna need you down
here at Ghost Hill Road

two clicks north of 24.

What is it?

Single vehicle wreck.
Victim with gunshot wound.

All right, on my way.

Keep it under 50.

We should get another car.

No, I'm done.
I did what you said.

We ain't done yet. Under 50.

Look, if you just let
them go, all right,

I'll do whatever the
fuck you want.

Oh, I know.

- Whoa.
- Ms. Whitney!

Goddamnit, Sheriff.

The hell's wrong with you?

I--I do apologize,
but it is urgent.

Now I have reason to believe
that your life is in danger.

So what I want you to do

is just pack a couple of things
and come with me.

The hell you
do, and the hell I am.

Ms. Whitney--

I don't care about what happened

down at that clinic.
I'm staying the hell out of it.

Okay. You win.

Now would it be
all right with you,

and with your permission,
if I just have my deputy

stay outside parked there?

As long as he's off my property,

I don't give a rat's
ass what he does.

I understand.
I do. Thank you. Thank--

Lord have mercy.

Well, isn't this a pickle.

A pickle?

The hell you want me to do?

I'm getting the feeling
you're angry at me.

Angry as if you didn't take
it upon yourself

to rob some very wealthy
and powerful people

at gunpoint and didn't
get away with it.

As if what's happening now

wasn't a direct result
of your own actions.

That's the feeling I'm getting.

I didn't ask for this shit.

Yeah, you did.

Sheriff's Department.

Yeah, hi. Um...

you're gonna have to head
over to the station on 46

because, uh, there's
a body in the trunk of a car.

And make it quick.

Come on.

No.

Yes.

Shit.

Oh, God.

Is she dead?

Not yet.

What the fuck, man?
What the fuck?

Go on.

No.

No, fuck you. Get the
fuck away from me.

Shelby, I don't kill innocent
people. I told you that.

Well, I'm sure as shit
not gonna do it.

Well, I'm gonna show you
something right now.

I have to give you
a warning before I do.

It's gonna be very unpleasant.

I'll kill you.

I swear to God, I will kill you.

Okay. Okay.

Get it done.

Hmm.

We gotta go.

Hey!

We gotta get. Now.

Go, go.

Go.

Fuck.

Come on. Come on. Oh, shoot!

Where the hell you been?

That ain't fair, Bodie.
We all got that call.

And you made the wrong one.

She is dead.

I want to kill you.

Don't I know.

Your family's on the way.

What, here?

Not here, but close.

They're safe.

Oh, shit.

Stay cool, Shel.

Hey, Sheriff.

Shelby.

Don't believe I know you.

This here's my new sponsor

over from New Orleans.

Fred Ellsworth,
Ellsworth Construction.

NOLA, huh?

Most of the time.

But I'm opening up a small
shop down these parts

and recognize the power
of local marketing

to this here young talent.

Drag strip, huh?

Mm. Whatcha got there going on?

Oh, yeah.

I nicked it on, uh,
I nicked it on the--

on the door getting
out of his old car.

Just clumsy is all.

All right, so what is this,
a early-morning meeting?

Hog hunting.

-Really now?
-That's right.

Showing this city slicker
how it's done, he said. So --

In those?

Oh, God, I hope not.

I mean, these are--these are way
too expensive to get dirty.

No, I won't do that to you.
I got some mucks for him.

Oh, good. You're welcome to
join if you'd like, Sheriff.

No, no.

Shelby here uses a bow.
That's a young man's game.

Too much running around for me.

I like--I like to keep
a distance,

you know, so they
don't see me coming.

Well, now I know
what I'm in for.

Yeah, you do.

So, Caroline and Mila,

they're still back in
Tupelo way, or what's going on?

Yes, sir. Yeah. Through
the week, I reckon.

Uh-huh.

You know, Mila just, uh,

just loves that little house
there on Kent Street.

Mm-hmm.

Shelby, let me talk to you.

Yeah, you guys get it.

You seen Trey?

No, no. Not since last
week when he was here.

Mm-hmm.

We found his car.

Oh, no shit?

No shit.

Firestone factory,
all banged up.

-Damn.
-Mm-hmm.

Not considered missing, is he?

You okay?

Yeah, just, uh, getting
ready to get out there.

Mm-hmm.

You wanna tell me something?

Anything?

Go ahead. Go ahead.

That robbery at the clinic
a few days ago?

Mm-hmm.

I, uh, I think that was Trey.

You do now.

-Yeah.
-Mm-hmm.

Yeah, and that murder.
The, uh,

the doctor I heard
about last night.

Yeah, I think
maybe Trey's trying to,

I don't know, clean up.

Mm-hmm.

I'm real worried about him,
Uncle Bodie.

Yeah, it was more
than a hundred K.

That could change a man's
life or could ruin it.

You telling me the truth?

All right. Now you--you
tell me if you run into Trey.

Will do.

And what's your name again?

Fred.

Fred. It's a pleasure.

Nice meeting you, Sheriff.

Now you be careful
with them hogs here.

They're ugly bastards.

And they'll get your goose.

And they'll put a tusk right
straight through you

like it was nothing.

And leave you out there
on the field bleeding.

Jesus.

Thanks for the warning.

All right.
Well, get after it. Yup.

See you, Sheriff.

Get on the horn to Tupelo PD.

Get me an APB on Caroline
and Mila Connors.

Get Caroline's maiden name
and, uh, Kent Street,

that's all I got.

Ben, do it now.

Ten-four, Bodie.

I'll see you at the office.

What'd he have to
say over there?

Just looking for the guy

you killed with
the trash bag is all.

And where is he?

Gone.

It's almost that time.

Take me to my car.

You gonna stab me
or slit my throat?

Maybe both.

Who's the battle axe?

The one who taught me
it's not how hard you swing it,

but how sharp it is.

So let me get this straight.

Small-town racecar driver
with Parkinson's

struggles to make ends meet

for his wife
and his little daughter.

God damn.

We all play the hand
we're dealt, I guess.

And you're still going.

Still fighting the good
fight left in you.

That's what we do.

Who's we?

Us.

All of us. I don't fucking know.

Not all of us.

The fuck do you care?

Huh?

Fuck, man. After last night,

after this whole damn week,

you want to just keep
shitting on me?

You killed my wife's brother.

You made me kill that woman.

I took money from
the wrong fucking people.

I get it. Jesus Christ.

Look, I'm doing
everything you say.

I'm just trying to get
my fucking life back,

whatever life I got left.

We're all going
in the same direction.

Even you?

Oh, I know I am.

That's the difference
between me

and people in places
like this...

oblivious.

Yeah. You keep talking about
how it's all meaningless.

You just do that to justify
the horrible shit you do.

There's a world where
all this has meaning.

It's this one.

...you don't have to be alone.

Here at Heeley Family
Funeral Home,

we will be by your side
as you navigate

this special time...

...with quality, affordable
services and headstones.

We offer a variety
of packages--

Christ, well, you can
count on that, huh?

When your business is
death in a town like this,

business is booming.

Half-off headstones.

Now people killing
themselves for pennies

and then taking them
for some rocks

to put over your rotting body.

Or call us. 424-98--

When my folks died,

they didn't have two of
those pennies to rub together.

It took me years,
save up to replace that

shitty wooden gravestone
the church donated.

And what was the point?

I mean, we should
all be so lucky

just to have a proper place
to rest when this is
all said and done.

You know, something that
says, "Hey, we were here."

Mm.

I was nine years old.

I came home from school and, uh,

found my dad dead
on the kitchen floor.

Blew his head off
with a shotgun.

Not before putting two
shells into my mom

while she was in the bath.

Shit. Coroner took them.
I watched.

No clue where to.

Some distant relative

probably thought it
was best for everyone.

And they burned 'em
and tossed the ashes.

I don't know.

Where are they?

They're safe. I told you.

You got my word on that.

So this is him, huh?

Whoa, whoa, wh-wh-what
is this, huh?

He doesn't know?

Know what?

Well? Go on.

No. No. I did everything
you asked. All of it.

You did.

You said you don't kill the
innocent. You said that.

I saw you kill that woman, Shel.

I watched you do it.

Fuck!

We're all heading the same way.

Yeah.

I believe that's it.

I believe so.

Back to New Orleans?

Maybe.

Okay then.

Yeah.

Anything else?

Yeah.

Damn it.

Hell, Clayton.

We're family.

We ain't ever been family.

Hey, Caroline.

Hey, Mr. Bodie.

Whatcha doing out here?

I don't really know, to be
honest.

I just felt like being
around something loud.

It is loud.

How's Mila?

She's, uh, with my folks.

You know, everything
she's been...

going through--
hell, I don't know. I just...

feel like it's
better for her to...

get away from here
for a bit.

Yeah, that's a good thing.

That's a good thing.

Mr. Bodie, where is he?

Caroline, I--I--I don't know.

You think I'll ever
see him again?

Well, I certainly hope so.

We gon' play another game?

Oh, just a coffee.

Okay.

So tell me, what do you
want to be when you grow up?

Quiet.

Bodie.

Ben.

Well, that's it then.

Hey, Ben.

You're all right.