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Come on, Ricky! Let the lead out, boy!

We ain't got all night, you know?

Hey! Hey! Hey! Careful, I got the beer!

I got the beer, boy. Come on! Come on, let's go!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Shh! Shh! Shh!

Here, gator, gator.

Where are you at?

Oh, look, come here.

That's what I'm talking about. Look at that, Ricky.

Oh, yeah!

Somebody 'bout to get paid!

Whoo!

Dicky and Ricky to the moon! Let's go! Come on!

Oh, oh, oh!

Lake's closed.

Give me a break!

Hey, Ricky, "Don't feed the gators."

Fuck the gators.

Here we go! You ready?

Mm!

Get out of my way!

Ricky and Dicky to the moon, baby!

It hurts! Get the gun, Ricky!

Shoot 'em!

And the devastation continues.

Less than a week since Bonecrusher's disappearance

from local attraction Gator Galaxy,

and more bodies, well, parts of bodies have turned up.

Early this morning, two very lucky to be alive brothers

thought they were reeling in a catfish.

It was no fish.

Two torsos and various other body parts

have been found here at Gator Point this morning,

most likely, the remains of two Gator Galaxy employees

taking their shot at the heavily publicized

$10,000 reward.

Authorities seem overwhelmed

and, quite frankly, confused

at the number of cases now before them.

Does Jesup City mayor Sam Neuhauser

have a strategy to keep his citizens safe?

At this time, it doesn't seem that he does.

I'm Monica Logan, Action 12 News, New York.

This can't be happening now.

No, no, no, no. Cynthia?

-Cynthia? -Yes, sir.

Call Jim and tell him to get his ass over here now.

Sam, language?

I'll pay.

This has gotten out of control, and Jim is not on top of this.

And cancel my tee time.

Goddamn it!

What the hell does he do over there all day?

Can someone tell me that, Cynthia?

My gosh, I've worked my tail off for the people of this city...

Jim Fisher, please.

...and this is how I'm repaid.

Jim's on the line.

Thank you!

Jim, what the hell's going on over there?

All right.

You got my full attention.

Are you aware that Bonecrusher's disappearance

has become an international story?

Well, it seems it has.

I have built an amazing business here.

You know, the other day I did an interview

with an Italian news station.

They could not believe this place.

Our New York ratings soared when we first reported

from here in '95.

Oh, yeah, '95. I remember that.

Covering your gators, especially Bonecrusher,

has been the highlight in my career.

What you have here, Mr. Sullivan, is so unique.

Alligators are simply a global fascination.

Well, you know, they are the closest thing

we have to dinosaurs, right?

Look at that fella right over there.

Prehistoric in every way.

Kinda like old Turklin back there.

Have you spoken to Jim Fisher,

Jesup City's Fish and Wildlife Commissioner?

Waste of time.

Guy's a clown.

He can't do anything to stop this.

Look, here's the deal. I train my gators to kill.

That's what sells in my business.

If this is Bonecrusher's work,

nobody's safe.

God help us all. Truly.

Cut.

-How'd I do? -You know how you did.

You were born for this.

What do you say you and I, we go get a drink,

take you over to the gator jumperoo.

Maybe old Nate there

can stay back and clean his lenses.

I'd love that.

Thought you might.

We got a good gig here, Jim.

And I'm trying to get reelected.

But people are dying on my lake.

That'll definitely cost you some voters.

Yeah, it will.

Jim, this is all happening on your watch.

You're my Fish and Wildlife guy,

and Sullivan's out there calling you a clown.

That son of a...

Look, with all due respect, Sam, but that's his modus operandi.

He pits people against each other.

It's good for his business.

Well, yeah, I'd say that it is.

He's got Italian networks doing interviews here.

In Jesup City.

You know, I always wanted to take Sally to Florence.

-It's-- -Jim!

This is bad...

for both of us.

You're right. Right.

Phones are ringing off the hook,

and I don't know what to tell them.

What?

I might have an idea.

What is it?

It's not so much what it is.

It's who it is...

All right, here goes nothing.

Good after--

Good afternoon.

Who the fuck are you?

Jim Fisher.

Jesup City Fish and Wildlife.

You got a minute to talk about what's happening on the lake?

Yeah, sure you do.

So, um, we need help neutralizing the situation.

I'm out of that business.

I like having all my limbs.

Hell of a souvenir you got there.

Look,

you worked with Bonecrusher at Gator Galaxy.

You know him better than anybody.

And I'm thinking, you knowing Sullivan's behind this

would make you mad.

That was a lifetime ago.

I told you, I'm out of that business.

You know, Mayor Neuhauser and the governor,

they were both Kappa Sigs at UF.

It's a fraternity.

That's a Greek word for a club or group of like-minded men--

I know what a fucking fraternity is, asshole.

All right. Okay. Sorry.

Look, I'm gonna get right to it.

Everybody south of Ocala knows

that Sullivan screwed you over, and so did the state of Florida.

I mean, you might be free and all,

but can you really call this free

with those terms they stuck you with?

The governor can change all that.

How?

With a pardon.

The governor can make those terms go bye-bye,

and you can see your daughter again.

My direct number is on the back.

I hope to hear from you soon.

You got to admit,

the only person winning in all of this is Sullivan.

Hunting Bonecrusher in exchange for my actual freedom.

Not this shit.

It's my first chance to put 22 years of rage to work.

I knew I was in the second I heard Sullivan was behind it.

He's in.

Just like that?

He wants the pardon.

Well, good work, Jim.

We might be able to have the re-election event after all.

Teamwork makes the dream work.

Right.

He say how long it'll take?

Nope. But you can ask him yourself.

He wants to meet you tonight at the lake at 6:00.

Well, I'm not going to the lake.

Why the hell would I go to the lake?

It's his one condition.

He wants to know you can deliver the governor,

and he wants it at the lake.

Well, Jim, I'm the mayor,

and I want to give it to him here.

Goddamn it, Jim!

He's a big son of a bitch, Sam. I don't know what to tell you!

I...

Fuck!

Oh, man.

Can I explain?

I didn't think so.

Son of a bitch.

Bubba Coggins.

Lainy.

I didn't know you'd still be here.

Where in the hell would I go?

The coast, maybe?

Somewhere you ain't got to carry a gun?

It's my home, Bubba.

And besides, I'm more afraid of sharks than I am of gators.

You shouldn't be here.

Lake's closed.

Don't I know it?

It's killing my business.

Heard the mayor made you a deal.

Small town.

You know, you shouldn't do it...

for any reason.

Would clean a lot of stuff up if I can get it.

But it's gonna get you killed, Bubba.

Sullivan turns those gators into killing machines.

You know that better than anybody.

-Yup. -And those rumors...

About Bonecrusher?

Can't change your mind, huh?

When you heading out?

Tomorrow.

Dusk.

Alone?

I wrote you.

For years.

It's easier doing time

if you don't know what's going on outside.

Plus, you're-- You're Mary's best friend.

What was I-

Don't flatter yourself, Bubba.

Mary...

made me promise to write to you after she died.

She said that her letters kept you going,

and she thought that mine might too.

You know what?

Do me a favor.

Don't get your ass killed tomorrow.

This is unbelievable.

The only place I don't want to be is at the lake.

Come on, gator.

If you only knew how bad your timing was.

You must be the mayor.

Wow!

We clearly made the right choice.

A crossbow?

I like having options.

No complaints here.

You know, uh,

Sullivan is out there trying to confuse everyone,

saying this is other gator's work.

That Bonecrusher's not even here.

Nine kills in the last week.

Eleven counting those two recent jackasses.

He's here.

How long were you in prison, Mr. Coggins?

Twenty-two years, three months and 14 days.

Wow.

Well, you must think a lot's changed around here--

Nothing's changed.

I didn't come here for small talk.

Oh.

I like your style.

So what do you need from me?

Your word.

I kill Bonecusher, I get that pardon.

Mr. Coggins, you have it.

A thousand percent.

I've already cleared it with the governor.

You kill that gator,

you're a free man.

Is that all you need?

Yeah, that was it.

Then it's time to get to work.

Oh, and Mr. Coggins...

I've got a lot riding on this.

So do I.

Happy hunting.

Hey.

Dad?

Hi, kiddo.

Where are you at?

The park.

Henry's doing his math homework.

Math?

Already?

Yep!

Not now, sweetie. I'm on the phone.

You any good at math, Dad?

Mom was.

She was good at everything, huh?

Yeah.

Listen, uh,

I wanted you to hear this from me.

I'm hunting tomorrow.

Dad...

The killings have to stop.

Bonecrusher is not your problem.

He is now.

What do you mean?

They said if I can get him,

my record's clean.

They'll give me a pardon. I can be with y'all.

This is Bonecrusher, Dad!

This is the only thing I'm good at, Cassidy.

I'll get him.

I saw Lainy today.

Really?

Where?

At the marina.

How is she?

Just be safe.

I can't lose you too.

I gotta go.

-Hey, how's it going? -Good.

"Strip in geography class."

Seven letters.

Isthmus.

I-S

-T-H -T-H

M-U-S.

M-U-S.

Thanks!

You're welcome.

Bucket for the road. Just put it on my tab.

Hey, man.

No fucking way.

Hey, you're that, uh, you're that gator wrangler

that the mayor hired to find Bonecrusher?

Yeah. Hey, my dad showed me your pic in the Gazette.

He said you used to work for him.

Who's your dad?

Owner of Gator Galaxy,

this bar and, like, 99% of Jesup City.

Yeah, him.

You're wasting your time, man.

Dad says Bonecrusher's not even in Jesup.

Yeah, well, your dad's wrong,

Dude, you'd better check yourself.

Look, man, I just want to finish my beer.

Right.

Bunch of B.S. theories rolling around.

Make people all crazy and shit.

Dad's like a master puppeteer

with people's fascination with the gators.

Dusty, come on. Let's go.

Yeah. Gotta roll.

Unlike yourself here,

I have a little afternoon soiree

planned out on the point.

Wouldn't go out there.

Dude, I don't let fear dictate where I go

or where I don't go.

If I did, I'd probably end up

living in a trailer like you.

You do live in a trailer, right?

Yeah.

Don't spend it all in one place.

All right, let's ride.

That dumbass is gonna regret doing that.

And I don't just mean because of the rain.

Deserves it.

He sure is a lot like his daddy, isn't he?

You want to go for a swim?

You think it's safe?

Oh, come on.

You got me to protect you.

Then lead the way, sir.

Right on.

Once sec.

Where are you going? The water feels great.

Patience, padawan.

Gotta pee. Be right back.

All right, hurry.

Hey, you know, all that gator stuff on the news

is bullshit, right?

My daddy just likes people

talking about the gators.

Fuck.

No! No, no, no, no!

Dusty? Dusty?

Dusty!

Twenty-one-year-old Dusty Sullivan,

the oldest son of Gator Galaxy owner Angus Sullivan,

disappeared last night

into the blackish waters of Lake Jesup.

Dusty had dreams of becoming a Gator.

A University of Florida Fighting Gator, that is.

But in a cruel twist of fate and broken dreams,

Dusty has been eaten by one.

Local Jesup City resident Crystal Jane

observed his terrifying final moments.

I was gone for, like, three minutes,

and when I came back, he was fighting.

And he looked at me with this look like

he wasn't ready to die.

I couldn't do anything for him.

You saw him in Bonecrusher's grasp?

I think. I don't know.

There was splashing. It was all such a blur.

Were you concerned for your own safety?

Of course I was.

This has gone on too long.

My daddy's already contacted a lawyer.

I'm suing Jesup City for sure.

Search crews are looking for the body now.

But if the past ten days can tell us anything,

it's that Bonecrusher takes the bodies

into a location only known to him.

I'm Monica Logan. Action 12 News, New York.

Right.

Let's get this footage overnighted to New York.

You got it, boss.

Hey, network is gonna love this.

What do you say we head over to Gator Galaxy

and see if Sullivan can give us a sound bite?

I'm game.

We have to pounce on this, Nate.

-This is ratings gold. -Yeah.

Oh, I left my notebook.

You want me go back with you?

No, no, no. He's long gone by now.

And plus, I'm a Brooklyn girl.

He knows not to mess with New Yorkers.

I'm gonna go put all this back in the truck.

Okay.

Monica?

Monica?

Oh, shit!

What, Jim?

There's been an incident.

Sullivan's boy.

-Bonecrusher got him. -Oh.

Well, that's one less Sullivan in Jesup City.

Yeah, you got a point there.

But there's something else.

What?

The New York City reporter.

He got her too?

Yep.

No!

Yeah.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Cameraman said she forgot something,

she went back, he heard screams.

It's like Bonecrusher tricked her.

Attacked her from the brush. Ain't that some shit?

Jim, I don't know how much more I can take of this.

I know, Sam. I know.

Call Coggins

and light a fire in his ass.

You tell him whatever you have to tell him

to put an end to this.

Damn right. You got it.

I got it.

Don't flatter yourself, Bubba.

Mary made me promise to write to you after she died.

It won't be easy when you get out.

The felony will make it hard.

But I need you to promise me you will do

whatever you have to do to be there for Cassidy and Henry.

They have nobody else with me gone.

Dad.

Hey.

I just got called up.

Iraq.

-What? -We're going to war with Iraq,

and I have to report in two weeks.

Okay. Yeah.

Okay?

Dad, what am I gonna do with Henry?

The system will put him in foster care.

I'll lose him.

What, they can--

They can just do that?

They can just take him?

Not if I legally sign him over

to a family member.

You said if you kill that monster,

they have nothing on you, right?

-Yeah. -Then kill him.

You're my only hope.

Henry's only hope.

Henry will not go to foster care.

You hear me, Cassidy?

He won't.

I promise.

Thanks, Dad.

Gotta go.

I heard about Sullivan's son.

No great loss there. He was a punk rich kid.

Yeah, he was that.

He didn't deserve to die, though.

You're a good man, Bubba.

Lainy, look...

-about the other day-- -It's fine.

I shouldn't have.

Let's just drop it, okay?

What's gonna happen to this storm?

It's gonna miss us.

It'll be muggy out still. They'll all be out.

I just need him to be out.

Be careful, all right?

For Mary's sake.

I know what I'm doing out there, Lainy.

It's...

It's everywhere else that I struggle.

Me too, Bubba.

Me too.

Where the fuck are you, you big bastard?

Do whatever you have to do

to be there for Cassidy and Henry.

Dusty?

Hold on a second, okay? I'm coming.

He's right there, isn't he?

Hold still.

Do not move.

Dusty! Fight!

- Fight! Fight! - He's got my leg!

Dusty!

You motherfucker!

Our son...

Well, part of our son was found this morning,

the victim of a terrible gator attack on Jesup.

As any parent can imagine...

the worst possible news.

As we begin our grieving process,

we ask that you respectfully

give us some privacy at this time, thank you.

As for Gator Galaxy, we have decided

to extend park operating hours to 8:00 p.m.,

and we are also opening on Sunday

to accommodate for the frenzy.

The show must go on, right?

Dusty would want that.

Mr. Sullivan, is it true

former employee Bubba Coggins, a man you had quite

a checkered past with,

was the person who found your son's leg?

There are multiple stories coming to light, but...

yes, I've heard that.

Sir, do you think this could be revenge

for what happened 20 years ago,

that Mr. Coggins is somehow responsible

for your son's death?

Well, he sure didn't save him, did he?

I'm sure the police are covering are-- All angles at this time.

I will say this about Bubba Coggins.

He is a convicted felon.

And once a criminal, always a criminal.

We have no further questions at this time, thank you.

Mr. Sullivan, are you gonna be talking more with the police

as the days go on?

Have they shared any information

about the investigation with you?

-Thank you. -What have they shared?

Have they said they want to talk with you again later?

So you heard about this while you were in prison?

About a year ago.

A guy got transferred into A-block.

Two cells down from me.

Said he has a cousin used to work for Sullivan,

transporting human bodies

two to three times a week,

from the morgue to Gator Galaxy.

For what?

To feed Bonecrusher.

Holy Hades.

The rumors are true.

Yup.

His name is an inside joke...

only Sullivan's in on.

Bonecrusher.

Of course.

Wait, what? Why would Sullivan do that?

Money.

He knew that releasing a monster out in the world

that was raised on human flesh would cause chaos.

Global publicity for Gator Galaxy.

Bubba, that's crazy.

And you're basing this all on what a convict told you?

It's the truth.

And there's more.

Personally, I don't want to hear any more.

He's targeting.

Targeting?

Every victim so far has been

somehow connected to Gator Galaxy.

So you're saying this gator's choosing

who to kill and not to kill?

I'm saying I think the gator's after who did this to him.

Okay. All right.

We're going into crazy town now. Turn the recorder off.

I need the files on every person who's gone missing so far.

Wait, wait, wait. The TV reporter from New York.

-This doesn't jive. -Exactly.

Monica Logan's been covering Bonecrusher for years.

She made her name off of him.

She's as much a part of this as anybody else is.

I need those files.

I'll be down at Gator's.

I need a beer.

And you're gonna pay for it.

You heard the man.

Get the damn files.

This seat taken?

Being that I own the place, doesn't much matter if it is.

Beer.

You got some fucking nerve, man.

Dusty ain't even cold yet

and you're in here having a fucking beer.

Well, Dusty was an idiot.

Fortunately, I have another one.

Wife, on the other hand, she might--

She might appreciate some flowers.

God, you are such a piece of shit.

We all process grief differently.

What you got there, Bubba?

What do you want?

I just wanna say...

don't catch Bonecrusher too quickly.

You let me get rich first, son.

Why the fuck would I do anything to help you?

Oh, come on now, Bubba. You ought to be thanking me.

A little birdie told me this might be your ticket out.

Kill Bonecrusher,

get a full pardon?

And from where I sit, that seems like

a win-win for both of us.

You lost your son, man.

He ate your son.

And that is not ideal.

Definite wrinkle.

You seen these?

No need.

I know Bonecrusher's talents. He's the best I ever trained.

I'm ending this.

Yeah, I was afraid you were gonna say that.

You step careful now, Bubba.

Little fun fact:

Did you know the mayor and the governor...

and myself...

We were all Kappa Sigs together at UF.

It's a fraternity.

It's a group of like-minded men. It's like a club--

I know what a fucking fraternity is, asshole.

Yeah, of course you do. Of course you do.

You know, it occurs to me there's not a person

on the face of this earth

Bonecrusher's got more of a beef with than you.

No, no. You got that wrong.

He and I are straight.

You see, I treated him like a king for years.

Four squares a day.

The freshest turkey, deer, chicken.

-Only the best for old-- -You and I both know

that's not fucking true.

Simple folks like you,

I'm afraid you don't understand the delicate balance

between ethics and morals in business.

It's big business.

Eh, if it is revenge he's after, I'd say he got it.

He got my son.

You keep telling yourself that.

But if I'm right,

Bonecrusher ain't gonna stop till he gets what he's after.

You.

So enjoy your fucking beer.

You never know when it might be your last one.

I would like a shot of tequila, please, Kitty.

That's not my name.

Oh, my God.

That's Turklin Chambers.

Boat Captain at Gator Galaxy?

I don't know what to tell you, Coggins,

but you should know the mayor is running short

of patience and time.

It's been a week since we made the offer,

and things are just getting worse.

Have you told him my theory? -Your theory?

He's got an election coming up.

Can't go to the public with that.

The mayor will find somebody else.

And if he does,

you'll never see your daughter again.

Coggins...

I'm trying here,

but my political career is going to hell in a handbasket.

Now, we don't know that for a fact.

Jim...

I got four lawsuits against me.

And a fifth just came in from that little hoe bag

who was with Sullivan's boy down at Gator Point.

I got to know now if I need to bring somebody up

from Okeechobee to end this.

You don't.

Let's be honest, hmm?

Put all of our cards on the table.

You've been out of the hunting game for 22 years,

and you're rusty.

This is what I do.

And there ain't nobody better.

And now...

I got a theory.

Yeah, Jim,

well, he told me all about that theory.

If I went on the news with that theory,

my political career really would be over.

I don't really give a shit about your political career.

But it's true.

He's targeting.

You sound insane.

Do you hear yourself?

Do I look that stupid to you?

Get that smirk off your face?

I found Dusty on the north side of Lake Jesup.

No, Coggins.

That's not accurate.

You found his leg there.

Those two torsos them kids fished out,

also on the north side of Lake Jesup.

What's your point?

Over a thousand gators used to call Lake Jesup home.

Now, it's fucking ghost town.

And why do you think that is?

Fish and Wildlife Commissioner.

I know.

Because Bonecrusher has claimed it as his.

My hunting area just went from over 16,000 acres

to under a thousand.

-He's there. -So what now?

Now, when we're finished with fucking dog and pony show,

all my traps, all my resources,

all my attention goes right there.

Because knowing where he sleeps is half the battle.

Coggins? What's the other half?

Knowing what to feed him.

Bubba don't say another word.

Or what? You want me to kill this gator or not?

Well?

You got two days.

If you don't kill that gator in two days, the deal's off.

Now get the hell out of my office.

Sam?

All right, hold on, Bubba.

Goddamn it, Bubba, I can't be chasing after you.

Damn knees. Bubba!

I know you heard me.

Now, what the hell happened up there?

You were there. Mayor signed off.

That's not exactly how I heard it.

Have you thought this through all the way?

Well, doesn't much matter how you heard it, does it?

Your boss signed off.

Now step aside, I got a gator to kill.

Step aside.

All right.

If shit goes bad, it's on you this time.

Story of my life.

It's actually not as easy as it looks.

So take, for instance, these pens here.

These are my four-year-old boys.

And they do not play well with others, right?

Because you know how boys can be.

Oh, yeah, I sure do.

Well, this is all yours?

Every single bit of it.

-All of it? -All of it.

Well, well, well.

What do I have to do if I want to be all yours?

Oh, darling,

I think we might be able to think of something.

All right.

Any bright ideas?

Wanna see the incubation room?

Oh, I would love to.

If you'll lead the way.

Call it a date.

Mm-mm-mm.

Shit. Convict in the house.

Hey, brother!

Oh, man!

-Oh, it's good to see you. -You look good, bro.

-You got some color. -Yeah, that's what happens

when the let you go outside for a change.

-Pretty good, right? -Yeah.

- Hi. - Hey, I'll have a Coke.

No, we're celebrating.

Bring this man a beer and some whiskey.

I'll have a Coke.

Make me drink by myself?

Shit changes, bro.

So he's out there, huh? Bonecrusher?

Yep.

Sounds like a prison name.

So what's up, bro? Why am I here?

What?

What, bro? I called you when you got out.

I didn't hear nothing, so why now?

What am I doing here?

I'm in a big fucking jam, Luiz.

Cassie needs me. If I don't catch this gator...

we're both fucked.

Bro, if that gator kills you, then what?

Then it's all over. Then what does she got?

-She got a dead-- -Goddamn it!

I'm not gonna let her down, okay?

I can't.

For Mary. I'm gonna do this.

All right, bro. Kill the gator.

Cool. Chill.

Will you just have a beer with me, man?

I'm good, bro. I got carpool duty later.

Family man.

Yeah, It's about time.

It looks good on you.

You still work at Fresh Start?

Yup.

Only fucking place that'll hire me.

Every time I clock in makes me wish I was back in the pen.

When's your next shift?

Tonight.

-Hey. -Hey.

You're really cute.

I'm really married.

Oh...

Well, just think about it.

Nobody has to know.

Damn, bro.

I still got it.

Let me take your shift tonight.

Still on parole, right?

Not now.

All right, bro.

You want to clean toilets? I'm happy to have the night off.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

It's too late for that.

Yep, I figured.

After you.

Oh, thank you.

I thought you were joking when you said you liked it rough.

Mm. You're just so nice to me.

How do you feel about Wednesdays?

I'm free Wednesday afternoons.

You can have all my Wednesdays if you want.

Oh, that's such a good answer.

We just got to be discreet, all right?

I wish I could stay longer.

That's all right.

There's always a next time with Angus.

- Thank God. - Good to be the boss.

Know what I mean?

Surprise, motherfucker.

Sorry!

I ain't here for you.

-Get the fuck out here. -I'm going! I'm going!

Call me!

Oh, I will, Kitty.

No, you won't.

Whoo! You're drunk, Bubba.

I'll tell you what.

You let me go right now,

and I won't press charges-- -It's not gonna happen.

Oh, you have made such a big mistake coming here, boy.

I don't think I am.

Now, move.

Use your head, Bubba. Think it through!

I've been thinking this through for 22 fucking years.

Shut the fuck up and move.

The system will put him in foster care.

I'll lose him! You're my only hope.

You do whatever you have to do for Cassidy and Henry.

They have nobody else with me gone.

Oh, you're going away for life, Bubba.

For life!

If we finish nine by, say, eleven,

they've got a fantastic pool.

We'll have lunch by the pool

and then we should be on the links by 2:00, and--

Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'll call you right back.

Coggins?

Did we have a meeting scheduled?

-We do now. -Did you get him?

Nope.

Then why the hell are you here and not out hunting?

Tonight's the night.

Guaranteed.

Oh.

Okay.

How do you know tonight?

I just know.

Now do your job.

Yeah, sure.

I'll have my morning cleared

and we'll get the paperwork ready.

Eight a.m.

It's a date.

That's fine.

Oh, this is good.

We are back in the game.

Yes, sirree.

Mm.

Don't even think about running.

We're ten fucking miles from anywhere.

Sit.

Uh...

It's a nice place you got here, Bubba.

Ooh.

You really tuned me up, boy.

I don't think you've got the balls

to do what you think you're gonna do to me.

I used to think the same thing

Till you showed up at the bar the other night, and then...

I realized that concerning myself with the rules just...

Not something I had to worry about ever again.

Thanks to you.

Integrity's a bitch, huh?

You think I got integrity?

Oh, I know you do, Bubba.

That's why I chose you.

Because I knew you'd never roll on me.

Integrity ain't what I got.

Twenty-two years, three months and fourteen fucking days.

I got rage!

That's your problem, Bubba.

Anger's a weak emotion, son.

It's your Achilles' heel.

It's like kryptonite.

Doesn't feel weak from where I'm sitting.

What is it, the bodies, son?

What, are you squeamish?

They were fucking dead, Bubba.

Those people had families, you piece of shit!

Get up!

Was Mary one of them?

You tell me right fucking now.

Did you feed my wife to your alligator?

What are you gonna do, Bubba?

I'm gonna do exactly what you'd do in my position.

I'm ending this tonight.

All of it.

Back in your fucking hole.

Hey.

Hey.

Are you heading out?

Yeah.

Later.

I know where he's at.

He's on the north side.

What is that thing, Bubba?

It's a...

It's a bait system.

It's a new thing in Louisiana--

Don't talk to me like I'm stupid.

What are you up to?

It's best you don't know.

If you're doing what I think you're doing,

your ass is gonna end up back in prison, you know that?

Jesus, you're infuriating!

You need gas?

No.

I don't know how Mary put up with you.

Know what?

Neither do I.

But you don't need to know that, do you, Lainy?

Because I didn't ask you to put up with me.

I didn't ask you for anything, 'cause you're not Mary!

You understand?

Yeah, Bubba,

I understand.

Damn.

You know, I was kind of hoping he would just

up and die on your own.

Save me having killing you on my conscience.

But good news is...

-it's game time. -Hey, hey, hey. Come on, man.

I am gonna need some fresh cuts.

-It's a smell thing. Plus... -Come on, come on.

...I just kind of like doing it.

You don't have to do this, man.

Oh, Jesus!

Oh, shut up, you big baby.

Bubba, listen,

I will give you my shares of the company.

You can buy a house and get out of this shithole, Bubba.

Come on, man.

-Think! -I just want my family back.

Your money and your shares

don't give me that back,

but I know what does.

No, Bubba. Bubba, don't do this. Bubba, don't! Don't!

Come on!

Ow!

Fuck!

Bubba.

You're free, Bubba.

I don't understand.

Why would you risk going back to prison?

-What'd you say to me? -I said you--

you're free.

Look around. Do I look free to you?

I ain't free.

This ain't freedom.

I spent 22 years locked up,

and my wife died while I was inside.

And you fed her to an alligator for fucking money.

And I'm sorry about that!

No! No! No!

You don't get to say that to me!

You don't get to say that to me fucking ever!

Bubba. Bubba.

Listen to me.

Remember...

you're not the bad guy.

I'm the bad guy, Bubba.

Whatever I am, you pushed me to. Remember that.

Don't do this, Bubba--

Ah!

Oh!

Wait...

I'll be back.

This might be the last chance

for anyone to show up and save you, Angus.

Huh. That's weird.

I don't hear anybody coming to save you.

You hear anyone coming to save you?

Motherfucker. Goddamn right.

Oh, for God's sake.

Come on, Bubba.

-Almighty. -Caesar Moreno.

-What? -Met his cousin inside.

He told me everything.

You have lost your fucking mind, boy!

I like to think of it more along the lines of

I've discovered my purpose in this world.

-Bubba-- -To kill you.

You let me out of this!

What about the way that this day has played out

tells you I'm gonna let you go?

Come on, Bubba. Come on.

-Cry now? -Put me back in the boat, Bubba.

Be a fucking man!

Bubba.

Wait. Where are you going?

Bubba. Come back here.

Oh, that is definitely him.

He has got your scent. He is coming right for you.

I don't wanna...

Bubba.

Gotcha, motherfucker.

Oh. Thanks, Cynthia. My hair?

Oh, let me.

Perfect. Got it. Great. Thanks. Okay.

Say cheese.

Cheese.

Four more years.

- You got it? All right. - Perfect!

It's over, Mayor.

- Ah. - It's all over.

Thank goodness.

That was a crazy 13 days, huh?

Whoo!

Jesup City thanks you, Bubba.

And, um, as painful as it is to say...

I thank you.

And me too.

Now, all we need is your signature.

How's it look, Cynthia?

Looks good.

Cynthia will get these papers filed with the state,

and all your rights will be restored.

Will be?

"Are" restored.

They just will be officially filed

later today in Tallahassee.

It's over.

Your record is clean, Bubba Coggins.

And Jim, being the, well, softy that he is,

he made a call on your behalf.

What kind of call?

Well, the kind of call that I think

you're gonna like a very lot.

Dad!

My God.

You got so tall.

Hi, Henry.

Hi, but how do you know my name?

Because your mom is my daughter.

I don't understand.

I know.

But you will.

So, what do you think about Bubba Coggins now?

Well, if it weren't for Bubba Coggins

saving my life...

I'd be dead, and Bonecrusher would still be out there.

Look, I requested this meeting to apologize.

I'd like to apologize to the citizens of Jesup City...

for the mayhem my actions have caused over the past 13 days.

I'd like to focus my apology

mainly on those families who lost loved ones.

Your losses were a direct result of my poor leadership

at Gator Galaxy for years.

I take full and complete responsibility.

Is there anything else you'd like to say?

Yes, there is, Paul.

Effective immediately, I am stepping down

as the CEO of Gator Galaxy

and I am appointing Bubba Coggins...

...as my replacement.

Mr. Coggins will be in charge of day-to-day operations.

Our beautiful gators deserve better.

They've deserved better for years.

And I believe Bubba Coggins is the right man for the job.

Mr. Angus Sullivan,

a man who finally has learned his lesson at last.

Now back to you in the studio.

Well, that was humiliating.

Boat number three right over there.

Enjoy your afternoon. - Thank you.

Bye y'all.

Man of the hour.

I don't know about all that, but...

Glad it's over.

I'd ask you how you did it, but I think I know already.

Yeah, I'd have done just about anything to get my family back.

You kind of did.

I had somebody looking out for me.

Yeah, I think she was.

Big party tonight.

Lake's back open.

Yeah.

About time, right?

Bubba Coggins.

Going corporate on us.

What? I'm...

You deserve it.

Um...

Are you-- You going tonight?

Oh, I don't know.

It depends.

Yeah.

I get that. Uh...

Oh, um, I brought these for you.

Yeah, I'm...

really sorry about the other day.

I feel like I might have seen these before.

No, no, no. These are-- These are different.

These are not at all like the ones right over there.

I got these somewhere special.

Yeah.

These ones right here come from Thailand.

They symbolize apology.

They're very pretty, thank you.

I think you were right.

About what?

Mary would want me to be happy.

Um...

If you think maybe, um...

I don't know, you-- You might want to go...

uh, with me tonight.

Uh, if you want to. I...

-Tonight? -Well...

I mean, if you're not busy.

I suppose.

Yes, Bubba.

I'll go with you.

Jeez, now was that so hard?

Yes! My God.

Bonecrusher's more terrifying than you are.

-Get out of here! -In a good way.

Sorry.

You know his offspring

are still missing.

Yeah, I know.

Lake looks beautiful, though.

Don't it?

Yeah.

It really does.

Don't you look at me with those eyes.

It's gonna be a good summer.

Everywhere else that I struggle!

Man can't untie a damn rope.

-How's he gonna kill a gator? -Ah!

These flowers are...

They symbolize an apology in Sri Lankan culture.

- Do they? - Yeah.

These flowers right her, uh,

symbolize apology in Burmese culture.

These ones right here come from Thailand.

They symbolize apology.

-Oh. -Yeah.

We'll do another one for safety...

-We're good? -Note to editor. Use the...

- Cut. All right, cut. - What the fuck--

Can I write "sex mix 1980" on one of these tape decks?

How's that frame?

All right. Let me know when you're ready.

What's that? Oh, yeah...

If you could tilt the back of the head down more.

Are we holding for Orlando Street racing?

Yeah, I guess. Right.

Bubba would want that.

Mr. Sullivan, is it true

former employee Bubba Coggins...

- Did you just say Bubba? - I did. Let's go back.

No further questions at this time.

Thank you.

Well, Mr. Sullivan...

Thank you very much.

Oh...

What are you gonna do, Bubba?

I'm gonna hold for that car.

Gotcha, motherfucker.

All right, that's a cut.

Catchphrase!