All language subtitles for Mob.Land.2023.BluRay.1080p.REMUX.AVC.DTS-HD.MA.5.1-LEGi0N

[indistinct racing announcer]

[engines rev]

[loud engine rev]

[Clayton] 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?"

[engine revs]

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

The driver or the guy in the back?

Both.

Hey! Hey! [grunts]

[grunting continues]

We may all be slidi ng towards the edge,

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

Pay your debts, friend.

[door opens]

♪♪

[gunshot]

Oh , hell. [sighs]

♪♪

[horn hons]

- Hey.
- How's it going?

Good , yeah. Getting there.

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

Yeah , oay. Yeah.

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

Wel I , hell yeah.

Good. He's gonna need
to take the wee off. Kid died.

What?

Shit, Caleb?

Yep.

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

Yeah , yeah.

- Damn. How it happen?
- Overdose.

Fucing pills or whatever else.

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

- Or used to be. I don't know.
- Yeah.

[sighs] All right. Get out of here.

- Thanks, Mike.
- Yep.

[truck starts]

[truck drives away]

♪♪

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

[Shelby] Well , 'cause loud is fast.

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

Wel I , baby girl ,
'cause your mama's smart.

And you're what?

Wel I , I'm tough and strong.

And mama's not strong.

Oh , geez, girl.

Loo, sometimes it's not about, you know,
how much you can lift, right,

but about how much weight you can carry
that maes you strong.

You know what that means?

- Maybe.
- [sniffs]

You know 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?

And then one day, a skinny I ittle man
your height,

maybe even smaller than you ,
comes along with a little axe.

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

She's a sinny man?

No, baby girl. The axe, right?

She might be smal I , 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, I ike the axe,
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.
- [scoffs]

- 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.

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

Oh. Well , good luc. That boy doesn't know
a monkey wrench from his asshole.

- Mama!
- Hey, come on. Help me with di nner.

- But I'm helping Dad .
- Come on.

He can clean up his own mess.

- Let's go.
- [Shelby] Thans for nothi ng.

♪♪

[Trey] Damn. Never miss
home-cooked meals till I get 'em.

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

[Trey laughs]

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.

- [Caroli ne chuckles]
- [siren chirps]

Oh , shit. Damn. You new.

Wel I , I didn't now
if you'd come otherwise.

- Well , I wouldn't've.
- Oh , yeah. I now.

[car door closes]

- Well , hey there, Uncle Bodie.
- Hey, hey, Shelby.

How's my favorite driver?

[laughs] Good. Good.

What do you now, Trey?

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

- Uh-oh , we're guilty.
- [Trey chuckles]

You take care of that ticket?

It's in the mail , Sheriff.

Uh , aren't they al I? [laughs]

- How you holding up, Sheriff?
- I'm stil I standing.

- [Shelby] Uh-oh .
- Oh , oh , no. No, no.

My heart--my heart is a-racing.

Are you the most beautiful princess
I n 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. Li e every week.
- What? I am.

[Trey chuckling]

- [Trey] 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 now?
- Yeah , I hear that.

Wel I , I hate to grab a plate and run ,

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

[laughing]

Good night, Sheriff.

- Tae care, now.
- You , too.

[Carol ine] All right,
I ittle lady, bedtime.

- Ugh .
- No! No! Oh.

- Good night.
- 'Night, Daddy.

- Sweet dreams, beauty. I love you .
- Bleh.

- All right.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Come on .
- 'Night, booger.

Good night, little booger.

[Carol ine laughs] Come on.

[Trey] Ugh. Ahem.

- Hey, Earnhardt.
- [pills rattle]

Thank you.

How long you gonna do this for?

Wel I , as long as it taes.

Fine, anyway. These are doi ng the trick.

It il led M uhammad Ali .
This shit ain't no joe.

Hey, you thin 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 now that. You never could.

Think I I ike eeping secrets
from her, Trey?

- Just give me some fucking room , huh?
- Your funeral.

[snaps] Come grab this side.

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

- Now, fucker! Let's go!
- All right, all right, al I right.

Oh , man. Mm.

["Blood on the Highway"
by The Maldives playing]

[song continues]

[engine cuts off]

Fucing 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 wae up in Mexico with no pants on ,

- Caroline's gonna cut your nuts off.
- [laughs]

- Your pants will stay on , I promise.
- They better.

Unless you're feeling frisy.

Hey, buy me an Oreo shake and we'll talk.

Done.

Fucing seat belts and everything .
Man , I can't bel ieve I'm in this thing.

[laughs] Fuck off.

Been here, what, 20 years?
You're still driving this piece of shit.

Go, go, green. H ul here
is unbeatable. [isses]

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

[laughing]

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.

[Shelby] Don't kill us, Trey. Jesus.

[Trey laughs]

What, man? What is this?

That.

[laughs]

What? You worki ng on your black belt?

Nope.

Okay, so what is it?

Hundred K, cash , at least.

What is?

What do you now 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 bac door
and sold all over the county.

[sighs] Man , I don't fucing 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 wee.

And nothing
but a couple bacwood inbreds running it.

Trey, are you fucing kiddi ng me?

Nope.

Are you suggesting that we stroll I n there
and we tae 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 rocet 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 has become
a fucking cl iché.

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 I n the mud either.

[sighs]

Hey.

This is easy money, Shel.

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

[whistles]

♪♪

[engine revs]

Don't tell me someone else died .
I can't handle that shit right now.

[Mike] Hop in. Catch some of this AC.

What's going on?

J im needs those shifts back.

- Damn. Okay.
- Gotta pay for the funeral.

- Yeah , I get it.
- [sighs]

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

Oh , shit, Mie.

[Ms. Whitney] Well, hey there, Shelby.

How we doing today, sugar?

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

Wel I , I'm still upright, praise Jesus.

[chuckles] Yes, ma'am. I hear that.

[sighs] Early this month , huh?

Yeah.

Oh. Damn it. I'm so sorry.

I appreciate that, Ms. Whitney.

- But you now 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.

- Tae care.
- Bye.

♪♪

[insects chirping]

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

[chuckles] 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.

Loo, I now these dudes.
We're not talking Goodfellas here.

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

[sighs]

The girls are going to Tupelo
this weekend.

Looie there.

[Carol ine] Wish you were coming.

[Shelby] 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.

[laughs]

You gonna be good here?

- Of course.
- Well , good.

'Cause I do love that bed.

[laughs] Hey, you know what?

Why don't you tae a couple hundred
and get that old bloc from Kenny?

Keep going a few more weeends. I mean ,
you said Mie gave you those shifts.

No, baby. I told you.

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

Damn , I love you.

[Mila] 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 zi p.

- Okay. I'll be up in a few minutes.
- Well , we're leaving in three.

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

[laughing]

- Open it.
- The hell is this?

Open it.

[Shelby chucles] Damn.

You are too much.

[sing-songy] Mom.

- Daughter's calling you .
- Mm. Mm-mm.

She's definitely yours.

[Shelby chucles]

♪♪

Yeah , this'll do.

[Trey chuckles]

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 ased for.

Yeah. What about the plates?

Wel I , I took care of it.

I do love a turbo V6.

[laughs]

Loo 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 fucing understand what's at stae.

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
I n Birmingham.

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

We'll tae this one step at a time.

[exhales sharply] Man.

[sighs]

♪♪

Loo, 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 li e you might use it.
- What the fuck, man?

- You won't need to lift it. Trust me.
- Fuck, fuck, fuck, man. Fuc!

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

- Jesus Christ, Trey. Fucing 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.

- All right.
- All right?

Okay. Fuck.

All right, come on. Fuc.

[heavy breathing]

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

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

[toilet flushes]

- [screaming]
- No, no, no, no, no! Hey! Shit.

Hey, what the fuck?

Over there!

[gun cocks]

That might have been an accident,
but the next one won't be. You hear me?

This guy moves, tae his head off.

Come on.

Y'all know whose money this is?

Do you have any fucing idea
whose money this is?

Shut the fuck up! Shut up!

Are you oay?

Don't look at me.
Don't fucking loo 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. [hissing] Hey.
You a Bronson fan? H uh?

Come on , hurry up! Let's go!

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

My friend on the floor
was a Bronson fan.

Why don't you as hi m? H uh? Go ahead.

- Shut the fuc up, okay! Turn around !
- You wanna now what my favorite is?

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 fucing dog!

It ain't your all's world , huh ,
but you're gonna fucing die in it.

Shut the fuck up.

[Shelby] Come on!

Hey, your voice sounds familiar.

Yeah. Yeah , look at me, huh?

Yeah , I now you.

Yeah , I seen you , boy.

- You all are gonna fucing die.
- [Shelby] Let's go! Come on!

- Let's go!
- You should listen to your boy here.

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

- [grunts]
- Ah ! Shit.

Let's go! Let's go!

Ugh ! [pants]

[Shelby] Oh , shit. Shit.

Oh , shit.

Trey.

Oh , fuck.

[engine revs]

You shot that guy! What the fuc
is wrong with you? Huh? Shit.

Who is it, Trey?

Shit!

- [Trey groaning]
- Huh?

Trey, someone's following us, man.

Ah , shit!

[Beth on radio]
Sheriff Bodie, you read me ?

Go ahead , Beth.

Reports of shots fired.
1011 Bass Lane.

Oh , shit.

[Shelby] The gate's fucking closed , Trey.

Put it in par.

Come on.

What the fuck you doing?

Trey, get bac in the fucing car!

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

- Come on .
- Ah!

Shit, shit, shit. Fuc. Fuck!

[siren wails]

♪♪

[tires squealing]

Hands up. Up!

Come on. Get your hands up.

Come on , now. Get 'em up.

[stereo playing indistinct]

[Trey] Yes! Loo at this. Oay.

We did it!

[Trey grunts, groans]

- Fucker!
- Stop! Stop. Enough.

The fuc was that?!

We got the money.

The fucing money?
We illed 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 fuc are you?

- We got the cash .
- Fuck the cash!

What was that shit with the pil ls? Huh?

We didn't go there for that!

You fucing motherfucer.

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 shitload of pills, too.

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

He said he new you , Trey. Did he?

Do you now 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?

Did 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 it away from the girls.

We fucking killed 'em , Trey.

Yeah , we did. We kil led '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 bac there, that was nothing
but taing 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.

[Beth] 10-4, Bodie.
Dispatch a car to your Iocation.

Let it burn.

[insects chirping]

[cell phone vibrates]

- Hey, baby. What you doing?
- Going to bed.

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

I know.

[chuckles]

[Carol ine] All righty, you, get in there.

- I'll be in in a sec. Go on.
- Sweet dreams.

- Love you .
- [M ila] rNight!

What are you up to?

Just out here in my office.

- Are you sleeping?
- Uh-uh.

No, not without you.

Baby, you already have me.
No need to keep up with that sweet talk.

- Well , I know you I ike it, though .
- [laughs] I do.

How're you doing?

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

I wish you were here, though.

[sobs]

[Bodie] J ust you?

Just me. You doing all right there?

Oh , hell yeah.

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

In there ain't.

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

Ben , what are those?

Oh. [laughs]

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 taen.

The car wash has one, though.

[Bodie] Well , let's get 'em.

I already got it on my laptop.

- I bet you do.
- [chuckles]

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

Ooh.

Wel I , let's see.

Let it out.

[sighs]

[grunts]

[exhales sharply]

- What you thining?
- [sighs]

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 ...

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

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

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

[chuckles] 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 whisey in them cups.

And that arm is junies robbing junkies,

just like the two guys from the highway.

[sighs] Man , this is as crooked
as the Chattahoochee.

Wel I , 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?

[sighs]

Come on. Let's go look at it.

Wheelman can drive. That's a fact.

Mm-hmm.

All right, well , ahem .
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.

[preacher on radio indistinct]

[bell ri ngs]

♪♪

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. Oay?

What did you wanna be
when you grew up?

I don't know.

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

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

[sighs] Nine years, I guess.

Do you have ids?

I do. A daughter. She's eight.

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

[sighs, chuckles] A dancer.

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

Wel I , that's sweet.

Wel I , thank you for the pie.

It was del icious.

So, um , which one do I get?

It doesn't matter.

♪♪

[indistinct chatter over TV]

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 fuced up.

But someone does.

Come on , brother. [coughs]

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

[rattling]

[choing]

It don't have to be I ike this.
There's no reason for it.

[crunchi ng pills]

♪♪

- That gonna' do it?
- That's it.

All right, thans, Sheriff.

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

You , too.

[door chimes]

- Ben .
- Bodie.

What do you now?

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

Is that it on your seat?

Then how did I see it?

Wel I , the doc wants I mmunity.

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 li e a preteen
at a Beatles concert, for God's sae.

What does the state say? They want in?

- Nope. Nope.
- They don't want in? 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.

- Pil ls?
- Pil ls 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.

Wel I , 'least you got
the right shoes on today.

[both chuckle]

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

[exhales] I will slap you to sleep
and slap you for sleeping.

Now get out of here.

♪♪

Morning , Shelby.

Get up.

Hey, listen , I now what you want.

[grunts]

Get down.

Give me your hands.

[zip tie ratcheting closed]

I don't fucing know you.

No, sir.

So, what do you want?

Wel I , I heard y'all thought it was
a good idea to steal from the NOLA folk.

Said y'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.

Out here, wherever you come from.

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

Loo. Hey, look, this can be
worked out, oay?

Whatever happened , all right,
wrongs can be righted.

Wel I , that's why I'm here.

Okay, well , let's do that, then .
Okay? Let's just tal about it.

- [muffled grunts]
- Hey.

- You got what you came here for, right?
- Almost.

[alarmed grunting]

No! No! No! Fucking no! Trey!

No! Fucing stop! Fuc!

♪♪

[no audio]

2292 Kent Street, Tupelo, M ississippi.

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 tuli p tree or a dogwood?

[chuckles]

♪♪

[inaudible] Fuc! Fuck, fuc!

[cicadas chirping]

[engine revs]

[Bodie] Morning , Shel.

Hey, Uncle Bodie. What you doi ng 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.

[laughs] Anyway,
I'm here looing 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 hasn't been around.

- Okay.
- Why? What's going on?

Oh , probably nothing.

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

They were complaining
about noise and whatnot.

And , uh , I gotta chec it out,

'cause if a bar is complaining about noise
from an apartment upstairs... [laughs]

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

You know Trey.

Yeah , I do.

Yeah.

So what happened here?

Just loced 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.

[sighs] That's why she left, you know.

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

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

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

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

Yes, sir. Will do.

All right. Let me know if Trey turns up.

And good luc 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.

[laughs] All right. Take care.

- Yeah , you too.
- All right.

♪♪

- Pack of Camel .
- All right, there you go.

It's eight even.

[register dings]

Thank you. There you go.

Say, uh , what do y'al I do in this town?

Pardon me?

Oh , no disrespect, old timer,

- but what do people do here?
- Like for fun?

People have fun here?

[chuckles] Well , sure!

I mean , we got the track
on Monday nights,

and hunting , and footbal I
I n the fall , I guess.

So between , uh , shooting squirrels
and high school football ,

people just inda
meander around , waiting to die?

L-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?

[chuckles] You-you ask a lot of questions.

[Clayton] I'm intrigued.

- Y'all intrigue me.
- All right.

Wel I , come back.

Pardon me.

Eat a dick. Fancy fuck.

- I need some oil .
- All right.

["Nowhere Hard Enough"
by Lost on Purpose playing]

Pretty far north for you.

Not in the car.

[door closes]

What are we dealing with?

[sniffs] Nothing that can't
be handled quick.

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

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

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

- Noted .
- Yeah.

- And the doctor?
- [sniffs] Yep.

A woman , too.

- They tal?
- 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 tal ...

then they're out there...

tal ing to people
they shouldn't be talking to.

Pull the fucing 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
I n 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.

["Nowhere Hard Enough"
by Lost on Purpose resumes playing]

[grunts] God. [yells]

[grunts, gags]

- [yells]
- [song continues]

[engine starts]

[TV playing , muffled]

[match strikes]

Whatcha got there?

Nine-mil? .45?

No, .38.

Were you gonna ill me?

Yeah , I was thinking about it.

Wel I , pull it out.

Go on.

This here blood'll paint the fucing 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 I ittle girl
play in the yard who does it...

who rips them apart
and dances on their bodies.

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

'Cause, brother,
I'm the only friend you got.

[sniffs]

So what now?

Where you going?

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

[engine revs]

Why me?

Wel I , this is your milk
and you're mopping it up.

Ugh , I hate these small towns.

Illinois, M ississippi ,
Massachusetts, Arizona.

You know what they al I have in common?

Everything.

[indistinct loud chatter]

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 doi ng 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.

[Shelby] All right.

So if none of this matters,
no reason for it all ...

why are we here?

For him.

Tick-toc goes the doc.

Follow him.

[engine starts]

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.

[grunts] Ugh. Wait, no. No.

[announcer speaing indistinctly]

[Beth over radio]
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.

[sighs] All right, on my way.

[siren wailing]

♪♪

[engine revving]

Keep it under 50.

We should get another car.

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

We ain't done yet. U nder 50.

Loo, if you just let them go, all right?

- I'll do whatever the fuck you want.
- Oh , I know.

[distant dog barking]

- [drawer opens]
- [gun rattling]

[banging on door]

- [screams]
- [yells] 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 I ife is in danger.

So what I want you to do

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

[scoffs] 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. Than--

[Bodie] Lord have mercy.

[sets parking brae]

[Clayton] 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 as for this shit.

Yeah , you did.

[seat belt alarm dinging]

[buttons clicking]

[line ri nging]

[woman]
Trinity Pines Sheriff's Department.

Yeah , hi. U m ...

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

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

And mae it quic.

[siren wailing]

[grunts]

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.

[chuckles]

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

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

Wel I , I'm gonna show you
somethi ng right now.

I have to give you a warning before I do.

It's gonna be very unpleasant.

[muffled screaming over phone]

[grunts]

I'll kill you.

I swear to God , I will ill you.

Okay. Okay.

Get it done.

[exhales]

[muffled screams]

- [gunshot]
- [dog bars]

[groans]

[pants]

[sniffles]

Hmm.

We gotta go.

Hey!

We gotta get. Now.

[braes squeali ng]

Go, go. Go.

Fuc.

[pants]

[engine stalls]

Come on. Come on. Oh , shoot!

[door closes]

Where the hell you been?

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

And you made the wrong one.

She is dead.

[engine starts]

♪♪

- [Shelby] 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.

[sniffs]

Hey, Sheriff.

Shelby.

Don't believe I now you.

This here's my new sponsor
over from New Orleans. [laughs]

Fred Ellsworth ,
Ellsworth Construction.

NOLA, huh?

Most of the time.

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

and recognize the power of local mareting
to this here young talent.

Drag strip, huh?

Mm. Whatcha got there going on?

Oh , [scoffs] yeah.

I niced it on , uh ,
I niced 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?

[chuckles]

Hog hunting.

- Really now?
- That's right.

Showing this city sl icer
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 joi n
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 lie-- I like to keep a distance,

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

- Well , now I now what I'm in for.
- Yeah , you do.

So, Caroline and Mila,

they're still bac I n Tupelo way,
or what's going on?

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

Uh-huh.

You know, Mila just, uh , just loves
that little house there on Kent Street.

- Mm-hmm .
- [Shelby chuckles]

- Shel by, let me tal to you .
- Yeah , you guys get it.

[clears throat]

You seen Trey?

No, no. Not since last wee
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 oay?

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 , doctor I heard about last night.

Yeah , I thin 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 100K.

That could change a man's I ife
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.

[Bodie sighs]

Now you be careful with them hogs there.

They're ugly bastards.

And they'll get your goose.

And they'll put a tusk right straight
through you li e it was nothing.

And leave you out there
on the field bleeding.

Jesus.

[laughs] Thanks for the warning.

All right. Well , get after it. Yup.

[Clayton] See you , Sheriff.

♪♪

Get on the horn to Tupelo PD.

Get me an APB on Caroline
and Mila Connors.

Get Carol ine's maiden name,

and , uh , Kent Street, that's all I got.

- Ben , do it now.
- 10-4, Bodie.

I'll see you at the office.

What'd he have to say over there?

Just looing for the guy
you illed with the trash bag , is all.

And where is he?

Gone.

[sniffs] It's almost that time.

Take me to my car.

♪♪

You gonna stab me or sl it 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 al I 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 fucing know.

Not all of us.

The fuc do you care?

Huh?

Fuc, man.

After last night,
after this whole damn wee,

you want to just keep shitting on me?

You killed my wife's brother.
You made me kil I that woman.

I took money
from the wrong fucing people.

I get it. Jesus Christ.

Loo, I'm doing everything you say.

I'm just trying to get
my fucking life bac...

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 lie this...

oblivious.

Yeah. You eep tal ing about
how it's all meani ngless.

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

There's a world
where all this has meaning.

It's this one.

[man over radio]
...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
I n a town like this,

busi ness is booming.

Half-off headstones.

Now people kill ing themselves for pennies

and then taing them for some rocks
to put over your rotting body.

Or call us. 424-08--

Ahem.

When my folks died , they didn't have
two of those pennies to rub together.

It took me years to save up to replace

that shitty wooden gravestone
the church donated.

And what was the point?

[scoffs]

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.

[sniffs]

Blew his head off with a shotgun.

Not before putting two shells into my mom
while she was in the bath.

Shit. Coroner too 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.

[cars approaching]

Where are they?

They're safe. I told you.

You got my word on that.

So this is hi m , huh?

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

[Ellis] He doesn't know?

Know what?

[Ellis] Well? Go on.

No. No. I did
everythi ng you asked , al I of it.

You did.

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

I saw you kill that woman , Shel.

I watched you do it.

Fuc!

[Clayton]
We're all heading the same way.

Yeah.

- I believe that's it.
- I believe so.

Bac to New Orleans?

Maybe.

- Okay then .
- Yeah.

["House of the Rising Sun"
by Devlin McCl uskey playing]

Anything else?

Yeah.

[grunts]

[gunshots conti nue]

Damn it.

♪♪

[pants]

Hell , Clayton.

[pants]

We're family.

We ain't ever been family.

[Ellis gagging]

["House of the Rising Sun"
by Devlin McCl uskey conti nues]

[engine revs]

[inaudible]

[Bodie] Hey, Caroline.

Hey, Mr. Bodie.

Whatcha doing out here?

I don't really know, to be honest.

I just felt I ike being around
somethi ng loud.

It is loud.

How's Mila?

She's, uh , with my folks.

You know, everythi ng she's been going
through , hell , I don't now, 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 now.

You think I'll ever see him again?

Wel I , I certainly hope so.

[engine revs]

[bell ri ngs]

[chuckles]

We gon' play another game?

Oh , just a coffee.

Okay.

So tel I me...

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Quiet.

[exhales]

- Bodie.
- Ben.

Wel I , that's it, then.

Hey, Ben.

You're all right.

♪♪

[beep]

["Twisted Knee"
by The Maldives playing]

[song continues]

[song concludes]