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CHARLIE:
Once upon a time,

there were three
beautiful girls.

Two 0/ them graduated
from the police academy.

The other graduated
from a top school for models.

And they each
reaped the re wards

of their exciting careers.

But i took them away
from all that

and now they work for me.

My name is Charlie.

[m]

W]

Bobby?

Whoo-hoo!

Bobby Dan?

Yeah, Ma. Just a second.

Don't you yeah me,
young man.

Now, last time, you took off
without your lunch.

There's fried chicken
in there and coffee.

And you know
how your pa feels

about stopping
during a run.

I know it, Mom,
I know it.

I'm gonna be all right now,
okay?

You be careful.
I will.

You be careful.
lwill, lwill.

All right.

You better listen to her,
boy.

It don't pay
to take chances.

Not with the Catlins
on the move.

BOBBY:
The Catlins?

The bad blood
between them and us,

it should've been over
30 years ago.

You heard Bluford Catlin's
threat

against me just Friday last.

Now, this load
is worth over $3000.

You'd do well
to watch your backside.

Bluford Catlin
is just bellowing.

His drivers run a couple
oftheir cars into a ditch.

Is that any reason to put the
blame on us for
their mistakes?

Not to dismiss the Catlins,
Bobby.

They ruined this eye
for a lot less cause.

BOBBY:
But all that happened
before I was born.

The Catlins are really
no different than us.

They're just trying
to make a living.

They‘re selling their
moonshine same as we do.

I'll see you all
come sun up.

You be careful now,
you hear?

Yeah.

W]

He‘s on his way.
Be ready.

I'll call Turk.

Right, Mr. Lacy.

W]

TURK:
I'm getting the tractor
into position now, Mr. Lacy.

Like clockwork.

Come on,
let's get out of these.

Any trouble?
Only for him.

You know, Mr. Lacy,
a single match,

and that tanker will go up
like a Roman candle.

Uh-uh.
We want him to live

so the Catlins
get the blame for this.

Once we get the Bartletts
and Catlins

at each other’s throats,

there will be plenty
of fireworks, don't worry.

KELLY:
Charlie, you've gotta
be kidding.

Moonshiners?

CHARLIE:
/ wish / were, Angels.

But the Bartletts
and the Cat/ins

areh ’t just
any hoot/eggers.

The families have been
in the business

for over a hundred years.

Not to mention also being
at each others throats

Hmm. Talk about
your cottage industry.

Why doesn't Governor Whitman
move in and shut them down?

The Gifford County wars,
right, Charlie?

What?

The last time the feud

between the Cat/ins
and the Bart/etts exploded

it made headlines
all across the country

Well, how come
I never read about it?

You weren't even born yet.

The go vernor's laslr force
has information

that some outsiders are trying
to fan the feud

fortheir own gain.

And you think
we have a better chance

of discovering what's going on
than the governor's people?

Yes, Julie.

We can handle it
a lot better undercover.

It would be catastrophic
if anybody from outside

Blew this feud open again.

Well, I guess
we better sharpen up

our little old accents.

And bone up on your basic
sour mash chemistry.

[CHUCKLES]
Oh, no.

Oh, I'm gonna love this.

lthoughl you would

Good luck, Ange/s.

Thank you, Charlie.

And may the sun always shine
on your chitlins.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

W]

Ah!

Hello there, Mickey.

[PEEPS]

[GRU NTS]

Bobby. Bobby Dan.

Melinda, you shouldn't
have come here.

I had to come see you.

Daddy wouldn't let me go
to the hospital.

Well, that's just as well.

Pa is convinced that you
Catlins run me into the ditch.

Daddy give me his word
he didn't do it.

And he didn't send nobody
to do it either.

Well, I tried
to explain to Pa

that whoever it was that
run me in that rabbit trap,

they knew
what they was doing.

And they knew
what I was carrying.

But it's going to take
a lot more

than Bluford Catlin's word
to convince folks around here.

I'm not going to let them
split us up.

Not my family and not yours.

Whatever it takes,
I'll do it,

but the feud ain't going
to start up again.

Don't get all fired up.

It'll pass
when they cool down.

Just give it a little time,
honey.

Bobby Dan Bartlett,

I don't intend
to wait for you forever.

Hawk.

Well, I reckon I thought
I'd never live long enough

to see a Catlin
kissing on a Bartlett.

Come on.

Melinda Catlin.

Just come by to tell you
it weren't no Catlin

done this to Bobby.

I think you best be going,
gal.

The less seen or heard
of Catlins around here,

the better.

Pa, you don't need to be
so hard on Melinda.

The Catlins fired
on another of our runners.

Hawk, the boy has got enough
to worry about.

Best he know.

Best he know.

It's gonna get hot.

And Bartletts has gotta stick
with Bartletts.

W]

SAM:
You're heading
the wrong way, miss.

This here is Catlin land.

Oh, good.
I thought I'd never find it.

Now put that gun down, Sam.

You don't shoot something
that pretty.

Till you try to trap it
first.

Something I can do for you,
miss?

Howdy, I'm looking
for Bluford Catlin.

Something wrong, honey?

Oh, no, ljust thought

that you might be, uh,
somebody else.

Bluford is my pa.
He's out by the shed.

Well, you mind if I wait?

That's him coming now.

Well, that's her right there,
Mr. Catlin.

All right, Josh,

you get back to that durned
fence and keep it closed.

KRIS:
Mr. Catlin.

Yeah?
I'm Kris Monroe.

I understand you're looking
for a new still master and--

Well, I'd like the job.

There ain't no such job.

I wonder who might have said
there was.

Well, I've got big ears
not a big mouth.

I just thought it best
to come right to the point.

Excuse me for saying,

but you sure don't look
like the sort

that can run a still.

That is if you was to find one
in these here parts.

Well,
for whatever it's worth,

I got me a college degree
in organic chemistry.

A good job is hard to find
these days.

Why don't you give her
a chance at it, Daddy?

That's all I want.

I can up your production

and up the quality
in the bargain.

Tend to your chores, girl.

You, come on.

W]

Now, supposing you know
everything you say you do,

you know them things blowing
now and again.

Well, not if you monitor
the temperature properly

and vent the pressure.

Hand-formed copper. Phew.

That's hard to find
nowadays.

Ain't as hard to find
as somebody

that knows how to use it.

Well, the mash
is in the cooker.

Let's see if you know
what you're doing.

All right.

Well, first thing I gotta do
is dog these things down here.

Can you hand me
that wrench there?

Cinch it up real good.

You know, girl,

there's federal agents.

Sometimes jail,

sometimes a little shooting.

It's an awful lot of risk
for a woman

if you was to get the job.

Well, now,
there's ways to pay for risk.

Say 10 percent?

Say 8 percent
and board and lodging.

You got yourself
a still master.

Where are you hiding
the rest of the mash?

If you're so all fired good
at what you do,

you ought to be able to find
it on your own.

W]

MAN:
Etta, if you don't hurry up,

my stomach is gonna think
my throat has been cut.

WOMAN:
Where's my coffee, Etta?

ETTA:
Uh....

Ah! Oh, honey, you gotta teach
him better than that.

I'll be right back.

WOMAN:
Got those doughnuts?

MAN:
Hey, fries cooking?

JULIE:
Finished?

Well, you're just like
the cavalry.

Saved the day
in the nick of time.

Name's Etta.

Hi, I'm Julie.
You put the sign in
the window?

Oh, lsure did.

Seems like years ago.
Position is still open.

Have you ever done
any waitressing?

Sure have. All the way
from Seattle to Chicago.

Took a bus from there
until I ran out of money.

Well, let's see if you
lost your touch along the way.

Okay. Uh, cheeseburger,
Mm-hm.

cheese omelet,
two eggs over easy, and a BLT.

And four cups of coffee
to that table over there.

I'll get those
on the way back.

JULIE:
Hi. BLT?

Two eggs?

Hamburger?

When you get a minute, there's
a fresh uniform in the back.

It should fit you.
When I get a minute?

Oh, you'll get one.

The rush will be over
in about four or five hours.

[LAUGHING]

W]

Yeah, well, everything looks
fine under there.

Reckon them air shocks
did the trick.

I just don't want this thing
to drag tail

if the running gets hot.

Little lady, we ain't
receiving no visitors today.

The name's Kelly.
And I ain't come
here to visit.

I need work,
Mr. Bartlett.

Well, then,
in that case,

just turn around
and go back however you came,

because I ain't hiring.

Not much on looks,

but I wager
she'll walk a chicken.

Ain't no factory model.

It ain't no state smokey
either.

I wanna drive for you,
Mr. Bartlett.

I know you need a driver.

Well, what are you
waiting for?

[CHUCKLES]

W]

[ENGINE STARTS]

[ENGINE REVS]

I used to drive
for my daddy

before he retired
from the business.

I guess you could just say
I never got lt out of
my blood.

You know it's no picnic
out here, girl.

Well, this business ain't a
picnic anywhere, Mr. Bartlett.

One thing more, Kelly.

If you do drive for me,

you're gonna have to be
a darn sight more careful.

I don't wanna lose
a new driver

and I can't afford
to lose another load.

W]

[RUSTLING]

Thought you were gonna
come see us, George.

You should have told us
about the girl.

W]

Well, that ought
to do it.

A nice slow steady cook

and we'll up the proof
10 percent.

You sure are good
with those things.

How'd you learn
how to do all that?

At school.

Besides
it's not very difficult.

I could teach you.

No. Pa wouldn't like that.

He even sees me
showing interest in the still

and he gets mad.

Why? What's the problem?

He wants me
to go to college.

Oh, well,
it would be great for you.

What's wrong with that?

Well, nothing but...

Promise you won't tell?

Bobby Dan Bartlett.

We were both going to State,

then going to get married
and leave this place.

Now everything is ruined.

Oh, why?
I thought the doctor said

that Bobby Dan was gonna be
all right.

Oh, he ls.

But this was before.

Now-- Well, you know,
we're almost feuding again.

Melinda, why don't you and I

take a drive on over
to the Bartletts?

Maybe together,
we could talk some sense--

To a Bartlett?

The answer is no.

I hired you to make whiskey,
not conversation.

I was just trying to help.

Seems more like meddling.

See? It never changes.

[SIGHS]
It'll change.

You can count on it.

LACY:
Don't be shy, George.

ljust wanna know
why you didn't tell us

about Bartlett's new driver.

What you done
to Bobby Dan...

Well, she's just a girl.

LACY:
And a rattler is just a snake.

My first delivery of liquor
is coming

in three days, George.

And ifthe Catlins
and the Bartletts

are still making deliveries,
I've got problems.

That means
you've got big problems.

We made a deal, George.

Now-- You said
you could get my brother Leon

out ofthe penitentiary.

I'm working on that.
A thing like that takes time.

But I paid you good money too,
George.

I'll get the money back
to you.

LACY:
I don't want the money back!

I paid you for information!

Well, uh, you hear
the Catlins took on

a new still master.

LACY:
We know about that, George.
We'll handle that.

Bartlett's driver, George,
where's she running?

I said where
is she running?

Rainer County.

When?

This morning.

Lake Road.

You heard him. Lake Road.

This time, Burl,
show them.

Take her out.

W]

You sure
you wanna do this?

There's still time
to call it off.

No. I'm as ready
as I'll ever be.

Well, if you're gonna
really do this now,

let me give you
some pointers.

Sure am. Shoot.

Okay.

First off,
Hawkshaw is old-fashioned.

He likes his whiskey
in bottles instead of a tank.

So if smokey starts
breathing down your neck,

there ain't no way
to dump that load.

Oh, he already told me.

If it's better than bonded,
it's gotta be In bottles.

[BOTH LAUGH]

You beginning to sound
like Hawkshaw.

Well, better I drive
like you.

Well, don't worry.

Because if anything starts
gaining blacktop on you

from behind,

you just reach in there,
flip that little red lever.

KELLY:
What does it do?

It kicks on
the nitrous oxide injector,

and, baby, you better hang on
to your hens

because she really scoots.

It's all hidden underneath
the hood right there,

so that nobody
can see it.

But it darn near doubles
the horsepower.

Ah, well,
you sure make a girl feel

like she's in good hands.

All right, you better keep the
rubber side down now,
you hear,

because it's long way
from Gifford to Rainer County.

Okay. I'll be back
before supper.

[LAUGHS]
All right.

[ENGINE STARTS]

W]

[SIGHS]

Oh, honey,
you don't have to do that.

It's been a long day.

I wouldn't mind
my aching feet

if I knew where there was some
nightlife around here.

Gifford County ain't what
you'd call a wild nightspot,

but I find
my share of action.

Action?

All I've seen around here
are truck drivers.

Well, there's been a few
city boys coming around lately

that I got my eye on.

You know, honey,
a girl can get a free ride

out of Gifford County
if she plays her cards right.

But first, she's gotta find
somebody to deal the deck.

[BOTH LAUGH]

[PHONE RINGS]

Diner.

Yeah. Who?

Oh, sure, just a second.

It's for you, Julie.

Sorry, it's a girl.

Hi. Kelly?

None other. I just stopped
for a second. I'm on a run.

Did you hear anything
from Bos?

He's due in in an hour.

I'm gonna pick him up
afterthis delivery.

Heard anything from Kris?

No, not yet.
How are your folks doing?

Well, the Bartletts seem
pretty legit for bootleggers.

You got anything?

Yeah. Dishpan hands.

W]

[ENGINE REVS]

W]

FLO:
Hawkshaw.

Flo. What are you
doing out here?

You didn't come in.
I brought you
something to eat.

I'm afraid it's cold.
Oh, it's all right, Flo.

But I think you ought to be
getting on back to the house.

Why?

It's no secret
you're loading up for killing.

It ain't none
of my choosing.

Never been anyone's choosing,
has it?

It sure ain't been
my choosing.

You make the shells,
you fire your guns,

Or someone
carries you back.

Now, Flo, you don't have
to worry about that.

Well, I wouldn't have to worry
at all if you just sold out.

lfwe went someplace.

Florida or California.
I got kinfolks in California.

Flo, you can't ask me
to do that.

I can't run.

I gotta face down
the Catlins.

Oh, Hawkshaw.

KELLY:
Sorry, I got
to the bus station late,

but I had a little problem.

BOSLEY:
Problem?

I've got a problem.
Riding with you in this car.

Hey, Kelly, stop.
Kelly, what are you doing?

What's the matter, Bos?

You never minded
my driving before.

Yeah?
Well, I gotta talk to you,

and I can't even hear myself
think in that machine.

0h, then Charlie
got something.

Yeah. More than
we even hoped for.

Turned out there have been
12 major loads

of bonded whiskey
hijacked back East in the
last two months.

And the word is that it's all
headed for Gifford County.

Well, that fits.

The two guys that tried
to run me off the road

weren't from around here.

The gun, the clothes.
Definitely city boys.

City boys with guns trying
to run you offthe road? What?

Well, I had a little
unexpected reception
on my route.

Tried to run the old
squeeze play on me.

Somebody definitely did not
want me to make that run.

The Catlins?

Don't think so.

I don't understand.

If it's hijackers,

they can sell their stuff
anywhere.

They don't have to push in
on the Catlins and Bartletts.

Yeah, well, Charlie thinks
it's more than that.

If the mob
gets this whiskey market,

they've got every important
politician in this area

in their back pocket.

Sounds like an easy way
to get their foot in the door

of the governor's mansion.

Charlie's thoughts, exactly.
Sooner or later.

If they can get the Catlins
and the Bartletts

to blow each other away,
it could be sooner.

Yeah.

What are you talking about?
How could she get away
from you?

She's good.
She knows what she's doing.

I thought you were supposed
to know what you were doing.

Believe me, we nearly
got killed out there.

We gotta do it
another way.

Okay. If you can't cut Off
the deliveries,

then we'll have to figure out
a way

where there's nothing
to deliver.

How's it going?

That's my honey.

You remember, the one
I was telling you about?

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

He looks a little warm.

Oh, he's always like that.
Dynamite, fuse and all.

Hold the fort,
I'm gonna fix my face.

How are you doing today,
gentlemen?

lwon't know
until you tell me.

You're new around here.

Yep. My name is Julie.

I'll be right back
with your menus.

LACY:
Hey, wait a minute.

What's your special today?

[CHUCKLES]
Chicken fried steak

with sweet potatoes
and creamed corn.

Well, give us
three of those.

Nice to meet a man
who knows what he wants.

Even better to meet a lady
who knows what she wants.

Well, I'll be.

That Max Lacy has been
coming in here for
three weeks,

talking about New York
and all,

and he hasn't given me
a second look.

You land him
in three minutes.

I'm sorry.
I really didn't--

0h, ain't nothing
to be sorry about.

I like the strong looking
one anyway.

Long as I get introduced.
You got it.

Uh-huh.

Hello.
I'm calling for Mr. Bartlett.

You got him.

BOSLEY:
on, Mr. Bartlett
how do you do?

My name is Bos/e y.

Uh, l he come up from Texas
to talk to you about, uh...

[CHUCKLES]
Well, your product.

You see it's a legend
around San Anton.

Seems like a long trip
for a drink.

How did you get my number?

Oh, you don't understand,
ll/lr. Bartlett.

You see, I have tasted
your sipping whiskey,

and I figure that I can handle
anything that you can produce.

Listen, Mr. Bosley,
or whatever your name is,

I know that what I do
is no secret,

but it ain't exactly
a retail store either.

Well, now, Mr. Bartlett,

you see you and I
are in the same business.

It's just that I cannot
produce my own supply.

You see,
I'm simply a distributor.

I was thinking, though,

that if! could get you
and Mr. Catlin to supply me--

I don't care what Catlin does,

and I usually don't pay
any mind to strangers,

but you speak your piece.

Well, here's the way
I see it.

W]

Well, if it ain't Richard
Petty come to pay us a call.

How'd she run for you?

Ha. Well,
like a scalded dog.

GEORGE:
Well, what happened here?

Did you run into trouble?

Oh, no. ljust got
tangled up with a tree.

HAWKSHAW:
Hey, George.

George, go in the back and get
the rest of them bottles.

And stoke up the still.

We're running her
to full capacity for a while.

Well, I'll get
right on it,

but we're gonna need
more bottles

if you're aiming to empty
that reserve tank.

I'm aiming to empty it all.

You do what you gotta do.

Sounds like a lot
of running.

No.

No more running after this.

A dealer is coming.

We're going for the money
and then get out.

If the Catlins let us.

Well, that ought to hold
that turkey for a while.

You sure make things
seem easy, Kris.

Well, running a still
is pretty easy

once you understand
the principle.

Now, working for Bluford,
that's different matter.

You know, you know more
about making liquor

than most men I know.

You know how to handle
one of these?

A scattergun?
Well, sure.

But why the gun?

We got a big delivery
to make.

I reckon the Bartletts
have heard about it.

Now, I don't intend
to have nothing took from me.

Not this batch.

Now, it's going to some
big dude from Texas.

He's paying good money.

Dude is named Bosley
something-or-other.

Well, then I guess

we'll be going full capacity
for a while.

Till this batch is in.
I'm paying double till then.

After that I'm closing down.

There just ain't nothing in it
no more.

W]

Feeling better, boy?

Yeah, I will.

Soon as I get rid of this
and back on the road again.

Ain't gonna be no road.

We're getting out
of the business.

You can't make a gain
in whiskey no more.

What with the price
of transportation and sugar.

A good gallon of better
than bonded costs $30 to make.

Can you afford to get out?

Can't afford not to.

I'm working a deal
with a man.

He's gonna buy out
everything we got.

One shot.

You know, I always planned
to leave the business to you.

ljust guess
we'll have to let that go.

No more people
are gonna be hurt.

You don't have to worry
about the Bartletts no more.

Why, George?

Hawkshaw is cooking
full out.

Somebody is doing yourwork
for you.

He's buying all we could
make, and he's paying
top dollar too.

Bartletts are going out
of business.

Who's buying them out?

I want the name.

Find out who's in town.

If he's trying to move in
on our market,

he's gonna find it
tough sledding.

Look, you don't have
to hurt people no more.

And you,

I want you to make sure
they don't deliver gallon one.

That wasn't our agreement.
It's just information.

We have a very large
investment here, George.

You don't move
until I tell you to.

And I need your help
tonight.

We're going to have some fun
at the Bartletts' house,

and the Catlins
are going to catch hell.

[OWL HOOTING]

[WOLF HOWLING]

W]

No, wait!

Wait!

What is it?

Oh, Hawk!

Lord of mercy.

The Catlins are gonna have
the devil to pay for this.

Hawk, it's gone.

I want you to stay here
and take care of the place.

I should be back real soon.

I'm coming, Pa.
I can't let you do this alone.

I'm gonna see one man:
Bluford Catlin.

Don't need no help.

Flo, you can't let him
do this.

You think I'd let him
go over to the Catlin place

it! could stop him?

It's just something
he's gotta do.

Hawkshaw, you can't do this.

You gonna stop me?

I know this is gonna sound
strange to you,

but that's exactly
why I'm here.

I work for the Charles
Townsend Detective Agency.

We were hired to help prevent
another Gifford County war.

It's not Catlin you want.

If you just give us time,
we'll prove that to you.

That's too bad.
I liked you.

But you've been here
all you're gonna be.

You don't be here
when | get back.

Hawkshaw.

You believe me,
don't you?

It's all just a bunch
of talk to me right now.

Come into town with me

and I'll prove
what I say is true.

Otherwise,
your Pa is gonna be making

the biggest mistake
of his life.

Look, they busted you up

and they put George
in the hospital last night.

What do you think
is gonna happen

when Hawkshaw kills Catlin
or the other way around?

Bobby,
you can't stand alone.

She's right, Bobby Dan.

You get a move on, honey.
There's not much time.

Goon.

W]

BOSLEY:
Who is it?

Manager.

Yes. What can I do for y--?

Are you Mr. Bosley
from Texas?

Ooh. Who wants to know?

That's him. Let's go.

Hey, wait a minute,
wait a minute, wait--

What is this?

Somebody wants
to talk to you.

And I suggest
you cooperate

or you'll be pushing up
yellow roses, Tex.

Let's go.

[LAUGHING]

You know, Julie, you
could have a high time
back in New York.

But, Max, it's been so long
since I was there,

I wouldn't know anybody
anymore.

Well, listen, you know me.

I could introduce you to
anybody that's worth knowing.

[CAR HONKS]

You have to go?
Yeah.

Give me a call,
will you?

Or better yet,
why don't you drop by?

You have my card.

Keep the change.
Okay.

W]

He's some kind
of guy, huh?

Yeah. Some kind.

Look, I got a problem.
Hold the fort till I get back?

If the creek don't rise.
Thanks.

Julie.

Come on, we've gotta get
to the motel and find Bosley.

He's not at the motel.

ljust saw him
in the back of a car

with some very bad boys.

And he didn't look
real comfortable.

I think I mightjust know
where they're going.

Okay, let's go.

You've done
a real nice job here.

JOSH:
It's Hawkshaw.

Bartlett's coming.

Hawkshaw Bartlett.

Josh, now calm down,
calm down. What's wrong?

Well, ljust saw his truck
up on the ridge.

lfl know Hawkshaw,

he ain't gonna come
blazing up the main road.

He's gonna come up
the creek alone.

You get on back,
cover the road.

Yes, sir.

Wait a minute. Now, what you
planning on doing?

I'm gonna do
the only thing to do

to end this thing
once and for all.

[LAUGHING]

So you see, Mr. Lacy,

I know more about you
than you do about me.

That could prove
unfortunate.

I know that you are playing
the Catlins

against the Bartletts,

so as that you could gain
control of this market.

I just thought it'd be easier
to buy them out.

I'll tell you what you bought,
Mr. Bosley.

Bartletts' still got
a little hot last night

and blew.

There's not a drop left.

[LAUGHS]

Well, that's just
a minor problem now, isn't it?

I can buy my whisky
anywhere.

What we're talking about,
Lacy,

is political control
of the state.

Just think of it this way.

You got a little
competition.

This is a free market.

Not hardly, Mr. Bosley.

Nothing's free.

Mr. Lacy,
the chick from the diner.

She's at the door.

Tell her to come back later.

Now, just a darn
minute.

Nobody's errand boy tells me
what to do.

Hold on, Julie.

And don't you point that gun
at me.

And don't pick it Up.

Much obliged.

Hold it.

[CHUCKLES]

Let's go y'all.
We've got to shuck.

Because Pa is over at Catlins
by now.

You heard him, Bos.
Let's shuck it.

Sorry, Max.

HAWKSHAW:
Bluford Catlin.

Got a few things
to say to you,

so come on out ofthere
if you're man enough.

You pretty near killed
my boy,

you fired on my runners,
and blowed up my still.

That's a lot of talk for a man
with a gun in his hand.

Daddy, don't do it.

Now, you didn't hurt Bobby.
Now, explain it to him.

Nol

I don't explain nothing
to no Bartlett.

Somebody better start doing
some explaining around here.

Like why two grown men
can't talk out their problems

instead of shooting
each other down.

That's one barrel.

Now, I know you know
how to use that thing,

but you got one shot left.

You're gonna have to pick
sides if you aim to use it.

Well, blast away
at one each other, then.

That's what you wanna do
anyway.

You don't wanna hear
the truth.

[CAR HORN HONKING]

Hold it, hold it!

Hawkshaw.

If you wanna use that,
this is the man you want.

Oh, boy,
am I glad to see you.

BOSLEY:
Mr. Bartlett.

Mr. Catlin.

I want you to meet Max Lacy,
from New York.

Seems he wanted to get you
both out ofthe business.

He's the one
who blew Up your still,

wrecked your boy's car,

and caused all this trouble
between you two.

I know my rights.
You can't turn me
over to them.

I'll give you what you want.

You take me to the law.
My pleasure.

[CAR HORN HONKING]

Bobby Dan.

Daughter!

Hi.
KRIS: Hi.

[SIGHS]

Bobby Dan.

Aw.

You reckon all the
feuds ln Gifford County
end this way?

[ALL CHUCKLE]

CHARLIE [OVER SPEAKERS:
Well, Angels,

lcongratu/ate you
on a job well done.

Happy to oblige, Charlie.

But next time,
couldn't you send us someplace

a little more exotic
than Gifford County?

Yeah. Like the Bahamas.

ill do my best.

/ thin/r Max Lacy and his boys
are going to wish

they could go back
to Gifford County

after their vacation
in the state prison.

The Bartletts?
Well, what about the Catlins?

Now, now, now, Ange/s,

/ don't think that you
ha Ire anything to feud about.

But the Bartletts did make
the best whisky

in nine counties.

Second best.

Oh, no.

That is against the law,
isn't it, Charles?

Yes, Bosley, but the governor
was very understanding.

. With his help, they got a
grant to keep on distilling.

A government grant
for making whisky?

No, not quite.

But the next time
you fill up your tank,

it might be with Bartlett
and Catlin gasohol

[rrr]

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