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In Jackson County, North Carolina,

my family name meant something.

Outlawing was just a matter of blood as hair color and height.

By the time I was nine or ten,

Daddy had me breaking down big bags of crystal.

He got it from the Mexicans through his biker buddy, Ed McGrew.

The auto shop was just a front

where I worked with Gerald and his skinny-ass brother Jeremy.

They were the ones that did Daddy's dirty work.

And everyone in these parts knew

he was not the kind of man you wanted to cross.

Even though they were mean as hell,

the Cabe brothers were the closest thing I had to kin.

Methamphetamine was a living, breathing body in Jackson County.

And Daddy was the heart,

pumping blood through every vein in the region.

I got a cut from the sales like most kids got allowance.

But Daddy held on to my money for... safekeeping.

Maybe it's a life I could have accepted

as generations of McNeelys had done before me.

But Maggie Jennings...

she made it so I couldn't.

God knows I would never...

Don't bring God into this again!

You're not responsible for a goddamn thing.

You want me to bring God into it? Yeah, you are not responsible

- for a goddamn thing. - Got it.

- Who are you? - Jacob McNeely.

That's what I thought.

- What do you want? - I'm waiting for your daughter.

- Stepdaughter. - Oh, honey.

You're making him uncomfortable. Hello, Jacob.

Mrs. Jones.

You'll have to forgive my husband's lack of hospitality.

- Where do you think you're going? - Excuse me, just...

- Come on. - No answer? Nothing?

- You kids be safe! - Jesus Christ.

I'm sorry about that.

- It is what it is. - What do you mean?

McNeely.

The gift that keeps on giving.

OK. If college, where?

- That would be Wilmington. - Wilmington?

Yeah. What's wrong with Wilmington?

- North Carolina? - Yeah.

What?

I ain't never seen the ocean before.

Well, then, I mean, I guess we both gotta go now, huh?

- Hey. How's the shop doing? - Fine.

You know, you could get your GED.

GED, what's that? Like herpes?

Smartass, that's what you is.

Hey.

I hear your momma's back at it.

- Momma. - Where the hell did you come from?

The chauffeur just dropped me off.

- What the hell are you doing? - Well, I had a goddamn lightbulb

I just had brand new, and I can't find it.

Oh, shit! You can't smoke that shit in here.

Last thing I need is the goddamn law coming round here.

It's just a smoke, Momma.

What did you do with that goddamn lightbulb?

I haven't been here in weeks.

I know. I know you haven't.

I sure do miss you.

Oh, I miss you, baby boy.

You come sit with me?

You said you weren't gonna get high again.

You got any weed?

- Where are you going? - Home.

Right.

Well, look what the cat shit.

Yeah, nice to see you too, Josie.

What's with the 36-26-36?

What do you think?

What happens when you get fat? You just keep changing the numbers?

Who the fuck is Jose?

It says Josie, you dropout dipshit.

But what do you know?

I know that J-O-S-E spells Jose.

Are you shitting me? Lude, did you do that?

I, er... I...

- Lude! You inbred asshole! - You're fucking shitting me.

- What did you do? - Stop it, babe. Stop it, honey.

- Charlie, I'm sorry. - Are you shitting me?

How in the fuck can you be a goddamn tattoo artist

and not know how to spell?

- I ain't finished yet. - It's the whole job.

I know you ain't fucking finished, obviously.

- It's ruined. - He's gonna fucking fix it.

I'm going outside.

Hey, bud.

I hear you been seen around with that Jennings girl again.

What'd I tell you about that?

I told you to steer clear of Bo Jones's goddamn rabbit-ass daughter.

- She ain't no fucking rabbit ass. - You shut the fuck up.

I don't have to remind you

that her daddy thinks that he is the Jesus J. Edgar Hoover Christ

of the Appalachian Mountains.

Hey.

Look.

It's you and me, son.

You gotta turn the record over, Jacob.

- Dwight? - Charlie.

You lost?

Be preferable, but, no.

That new hothead deputy locked Virgie up about an hour ago.

She were all fucked up in Kitchen Alley.

Fuck me.

When was the last time you saw her, Charlie?

Well, she come by here about a month or so ago looking for money.

I went by yesterday and saw her.

What the hell you doing over there?

What's the problem? I'm worried about her.

Thought you should know.

I'll drop her home in the morning.

She's out of her goddamn mind. I told you to stay away from her.

Sure you gonna be OK?

- Thank you. - Hey, Virge.

Let me give you my cell number.

If you need to call us, you just call me direct, all right?

I didn't say nothing.

You don't know if you did or you didn't.

I promise, Charlie, I didn't.

Hey.

I bought you some groceries.

Come on.

I'm sorry.

Lookee here, lookee here.

Lookee here.

I got a call from Jessie Collier. You remember her?

- Jessie and Ron? - Hmm.

She was telling me a story about her dog

finding poor Robbie Douglas near dead in a ditch.

And I heard them brothers you got working for you

had something to do with it.

Now...

when you say "near dead," what do you mean?

I mean, he was breathing.

I just couldn't believe my ears.

Whatever they've got going, you keep Jacob out of it, you hear?

Hey, baby.

Did you ever notice how the skin on the outside of your lip is thicker

than the skin on the inside of your lip?

- You know, baby, don't you? - Hm-hmm.

When I was working for the County Road Force,

we worked on the patch crew.

And one day, we were driving down the road looking for holes to fix

and we ran up on a dog

that had been run over by a car.

His fucking legs were crushed, his guts were hanging out,

and he was clawing himself along the fucking highway

with his front paws.

And I knew what I had to do.

So, I got him by his paws and I dragged him across the highway.

I pulled him in a ditch.

And I went to the truck and I got my shovel.

And you know what he did?

He looked me right in the eye.

And I couldn't do it.

And I regretted it ever since.

Now, y'all get the fuck outta here.

I'll be right back, baby.

They were ripping us off.

They did what they did to Robbie so he wouldn't rat on 'em.

From what I hear, that boy's bad off.

So, all we can hope is he goes home to Jesus.

It's gonna be all right.

You just go on. I'll clean all this up.

You don't have to worry about it, all right?

- I love you so fucking much, baby. - I love you, baby.

- Say it again. - I love you, baby.

- Say it again. - I fucking love you, baby.

Shit, you look pretty good.

What you been doing for yourself?

What'd you do, Charlie?

Do you see them clouds?

There's fixing to be a cloudburst, I guarantee you.

- Charlie, what'd you do? - Gonna come down hard.

- It don't matter. - It does matter.

No, it don't.

Devil's got you.

Shit, the devil's been sucking my dick since I was 12.

You ain't never gonna change.

You should get out of here. Go home.

Open the fucking door.

Hey!

I done what I done for Jacob. What'd you think would happen?

Hey, bud, breakfast. Come on.

Kinda draggin' ass this morning, aren't you, bub?

So, I'm gonna need you full time at the shop for a while.

Turn the record over, huh?

Damn straight.

Morning, baby.

Morning.

Mwah.

- How'd you sleep? - Good.

You might want to put some damn clothes on.

You're gonna give him a hard-on before breakfast.

Oh, you think?

Shit.

Hey, Johnny Law's on the way.

All right, then.

Appreciate your help, huh?

- Check with you later. - I'll see you soon, Ed.

Jacob.

Hello, Officer.

How can I help you?

I'm looking for Gerald and Jeremy Cabe.

I ain't seen 'em since last Thursday.

You know where I can find 'em?

No. Why, has something happened?

What makes you ask that?

Well, you're looking for 'em.

How long have they worked here for you?

The hell, I don't know. Five or six years, something like that.

You got any files on 'em?

- Employment records and the like. - You want me to go get 'em?

Well, that'd be proper.

All right then.

Well...

what have we here?

That a '69... '70 GTO?

That's a mean ride, man.

This place looks pretty official.

Best shop in town.

Your momma told me otherwise.

All right, there's everything I got on 'em.

You just let us know if you hear anything.

Fucking skunk piss.

Took my fucking cover off my car.

I remember I was about 16...

and my grandpa was preaching,

and right in the middle of his altar call,

bringing people down

to have Jesus Christ Himself forgive them of their sins.

Well, Jackson County Sheriff, Burl Breeze,

big, fat, ugly son of a bitch,

he come walking into the church with his deputies

and they handcuff Grandpa

and drug his ass out right down the aisle,

through his own congregation.

Like a dog.

Grandaddy just started drinking. He kind of fell apart.

He lost his church, everything that went with it.

Well, that same year,

Burl Breeze got found dead in a ditch.

He'd been beat to death.

And then a little while later,

I was on a date with your momma,

and my daddy's purple Pontiac Matador with a push-button transmission,

we had a flat tire...

and I got out, got in the trunk,

found a tire tool

and there's dried blood all over it.

So, you see, Jacob,

my daddy and his daddy before him,

and now you...

we do not choose this way of life.

It chose us.

It'll be that way till we ain't breathing.

Sit down.

Found him.

Robbie?

Boy's still in a coma. Kentford Regional Hospital, room 1-14.

The last thing in the world I want to see happen

is for some sorry son of a bitch to fuck up our livelihood.

Hey. Come here.

You're my boy, aren't ya?

Yeah.

Take it.

If that thing needs to go off for some reason,

it touches mud and water.

Got that?

All right.

Hey.

You're a McNeely.

It's OK. We'll come back tomorrow.

ICU, this is Carol.

Yes. Dr. Robin will ring at 3:30.

Clean in 1-17.

No, he was discharged this morning.

All right.

Have a good night.

I'm sorry.

O say can you see

By the dawn's early light

What so proudly we hail'd

At the twilight's last gleaming

Whose broad stripes and bright stars

Through the perilous fight

O'er the ramparts we watch'd

Were so gallantly streaming?

And the rocket's red glare...

...of the brave

How about that first half? Whoo-hoo!

Loved having my very own Maggie Jennings singing the pre-game anthem.

How about that? Give a hand for Maggie.

Let's give her a big hand. How about that?

Beautiful job, Maggie.

So, in closing, let me just take this moment to say,

when I'm elected governor of this great state,

I aim to make this community and beyond

a safer, better place for all of us.

So, without further ado, let's enjoy the second half,

and let's go, Eagles! All right.

Let's go, let's go, Eagles!

- Hey, Momma. - Hey.

- What you doing? - Sittin' here thinking, that's all.

What are you thinking about?

Just where he might be headed.

That Indian?

Maybe he's gone off to...

fetch a lady or something?

Maybe he's going off to die.

I think I'd kind of like to be headed with him, you know?

You know, it's sure nice talking to you, Momma.

I don't get the chance to...

really talk to you that much.

I feel about as clear-headed as I have been in a long time.

You could just stay that way.

I wasn't always...

Things were good, you remember?

Yeah.

I used to tuck you in bed and sing that song to you.

Lullaby

And good night

With roses bestride

With lilies bedecked

'Neath baby's sweet bed

May thy rest

May thy sleep

May thy slumber be blessed

If it's OK with you, Jacob,

I think I might go lay down in my bed awhile, OK?

You need to get out of this place.

Away from your daddy.

Momma, I'm not going nowhere.

I'm a McNeely.

No, you're more than that.

You know, you had goodness in your heart the minute you came into this world.

You got that from my momma. And my daddy, too.

I got that from you, Momma.

Oh, well, I kinda fucked that up, didn't I?

- No, you did not. - Well, I did.

Is what it is, you know?

- Hey, Momma? - Yeah?

I'm not leaving here without you.

I love you, baby doll.

- What do you want? - Hey, uh...

I'm out front.

- Can you just come out? - No! No, if Bo catches you

- when he gets home... - He'll what?

What, he'll kill me? Just come for a minute.

Jesus Christ.

What the hell?

- Where are your folks? - No idea.

Probably just gambling my college away.

What?

They're about to lose everything. We're about to lose our house.

Is there anything I can do?

I really don't want to talk about this.

Wait. Wait.

- My God. - Look...

Maggie, you are everything to me.

Please.

Will you give me another chance?

Just let me think about it.

Yeah.

I got me a pile of dirt on Charlie and Ed McGrew

regarding the meth they've been moving.

I need to sit down with him. You need to be there, you hear me?

Make it happen. Sooner than later.

Fucking Charlie.

Fucking Charlie.

Here you go.

Two rocks.

- Thank you. - No problem, Mr. Jones.

As you know, we had your ex-wife in custody.

She had a lot to say about you.

Such as?

Such as you trolley the get-go all through this county and beyond.

That your shop does good laundry.

That such as.

And I know that Ed McGrew delivered the kind of payday

that you've been waiting for all these years.

But now, you know what?

Your choices are...

this here.

I'll receive this.

And you close your goddamn shop and get the hell out of my county

or I will nail your ass to the cross. Reasonable?

- Whoa, hold on there. - You will see to it too, Rogers,

or I will nail your ass up there with him.

Don't act as though you don't know what I'm talking about.

I know all about you and Charlie here

helping you with your money problems.

Oh, and you know what?

Your boy come knocking on my door.

Is that right?

You are devil done up, Charlie.

Get me the money

or I'm gonna see he goes down with you.

Oh, one other thing.

I know Robbie Douglas worked for you,

so if you're not all boogered up about your strung-out ex-wife's testimony,

you might be interested to know old Robbie's still blowing bubbles.

In fact, he's taken a turn for the better.

Fucking cocksucker.

What's that, Charlie?

It's not like I got anything against sucking cock.

But, just so you know

that you are one no-good cocksucker.

I should have slit his fucking throat when he was a kid.

Sit down, Charlie.

Is that true? What he said?

About Ed McGrew and the money?

Were you ever gonna tell me?

Or give me a taste?

Huh.

This cannot fold up on me.

I will not let that happen.

You hear?

You're the fucking cocksucker.

Can you see it?

Can you see it? So bright!

There's nothing there.

What's wrong?

I have to go.

Oh, Virgie!

I thought you didn't say nothin'.

You lied to me.

If you fuck me over,

you fuck your son over.

You fucking two-bit whore.

Do you know what this means?

You know goddamn well what it means.

You know, I'm glad you called.

Bo and Ma, they're just getting harder to be around.

I wish I could just get out of here.

Hey, how much money do you need?

Oh. I mean, it's...

It's... It's a lot.

Fifteen thousand.

That's including the scholarships and everything, so...

it's pretty much impossible.

Yeah.

You know, I've been working, like, pretty much my whole life, Maggie,

so I've got money. It's just sitting there in Daddy's safe.

I just need to get it, that's all.

No, I...

- I couldn't let you. - I want you to.

Are you serious?

I am.

If you can go to college, go.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It's all right.

Huh.

I just... I don't know if this is really it.

I get it.

We can just sit here for a minute.

Yeah, I'd like that.

Shit!

Where you been?

- On a date. - With who?

Maggie.

Put that milk up,

grab your glass and sit down.

This is not to the generations of McNeelys.

This is to you and me. Right now.

Hey, Jacob.

Yeah.

That boy's still breathing.

Hey, uh...

I'd like to get my money.

Something to do with that Jennings girl?

I just want my money. I worked for it.

When?

Don't worry about it. You'll get what's coming to you.

Ma?

I got donuts.

Hands up.

Do like I tell you now.

I fucking called you, man.

All right, I'm gonna need you to show me that body now.

You got any weapons on you?

No.

Go up there, turn around.

Turn up against the wall there.

I'd say she's dead, all right.

DRT.

Dead Right There.

Was you stupid enough to touch anything in here?

No.

That is a big gun for such a skinny thing.

What that shit'll do to you, ain't it?

You know if she did much whoring in here?

Well, it's clear what happened.

Put that down.

Shame she had to go and blow her brains out.

I always heard she had some fun fight in her.

Oh!

Get off me.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa! - Get him off me!

Come on. Jesus. Get off him!

- Jesus! - Hey, settle down.

Stay calm! Stay calm.

Hey, hold on! Hold on. Simmer down.

- That kid tried to fucking kill me! - Just stay calm.

- Put that fucking thing away now! - He tried to kill me.

- Put it away! - You're a fucking animal, man!

What are you goddamn doing? Put the fucking gun away now!

You're fucking trash, boy.

No different to your daddy.

Hey, what I gotta do, police you?

You got... you got your nerve?

Come on, son.

Fuck you, man.

Fuck!

I just want to get my money

and get out of these goddamn mountains.

She had a tough go of it.

She really did.

He done it.

She took her life, Jacob.

Buddy.

Son, what are you doing?

You fucking killed her.

Who'd I kill?

You fucking killed her.

You talking about your momma?

Are you... talking about the bitch that fucked every friend I ever had?

Is that who you're talking about?

You mean the fucking cunt that left her own son

like a bloody fucking tampon?

I know you fucking killed her. Well, I'll fucking kill you.

Really? You'll kill me? Well, pull the fucking trigger then.

Pull it.

Come on.

You think you got the balls your old man has?

You know how much life is worth, bud?

Ain't worth a plugged fucking nickel.

Pull the fucking trigger, blow my goddamn brains out.

Your momma was already dead, boy.

She's been dead for a long time.

It's OK. Come on, buddy.

Come on.

Hmm?

Don't you ever come in my fucking house and put a gun to my fucking head.

Do you understand me?

Do you understand me?

Do you fucking understand me?

Don't you ever fucking come in my house with a fucking gun to my head.

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

You get outta here, and don't you ever fucking come back.

You piece of fucking shit.

Now go. Get outta here.

Who the fuck does that little bastard think he is?

I built him a goddamn kingdom.

He ain't done.

It's at home.

Hey.

Hey.

How you doing?

I'm doing just fine.

Who hit you?

Does it matter?

Well, listen, um...

Bo Jones has it out for your old man.

He's gonna issue a warrant for his arrest.

If you can figure out a way to get your money, best do it, otherwise...

everything's going to be seized.

Confiscated.

Is what it is.

You know, when my wife died,

everything caught up to me.

If I wanted to hang on to that shit,

I probably would have just...

fucking took out this gun and hated.

But I didn't do that.

And I just...

sort of done what I done.

Now you...

you got a life ahead of you.

Just don't fuck it up.

You're gonna be all right, kid.

You get money if you can.

What you thinking about?

Just how to fix this.

What?

Shit, I gotta go.

What the hell?

I gotta go, Maggie.

Where are you going? Jacob!

Oh, Jesus.

Hey, babe.

Get me a bottle of Jack too, and some filberts.

OK.

Fuck!

Come on, come on. Come on.

The fuck?

Jesus fucking Christ! How in the goddamn hell?

My life ain't fucked up enough already!

Motherfucking shit!

Goddamn shittin' hell! What the fuck's happening here?

Fuck.

Hey, babe, get your ass back here right now, all right?

I don't have time to explain.

Oh, my God! What happened?

I don't know, the son of a bitch just went boom, that's all.

Holy shit!

- How? - The hell if I know!

- Get that other hose and help me out. - Bit late for that.

Jesus!

- Hang on a fucking minute. - What is going on, Charlie?

Charlie?

Charlie! What is going on?

- Will you talk to me? - I fucking knew it.

Goddamn it!

- Motherfucking shit! - No!

- I leave for five minutes... - Shut the fuck up!

- ...and you ruin our lives! - Shut the fuck up!

I know you're out there, you little motherfucker.

You fucked up for sure this time.

The fuck, Charlie!

Jacob! You think I ain't gonna find you?

Cos I'm coming after you!

Get in the car and meet me down on the road now. Go!

God!

Jacob!

Little motherfucker.

You fucking lying bitch.

Excuse me?

Your little fucking play toy, did you give him the combination?

- What the fuck are you talking about? - My fucking safe.

You gave him the motherfucking combination.

- I didn't give nobody shit. - How the fuck did he get into it?

You're the only one knows the combination.

- Charlie! - So, you go to the fucking store,

and then fuck buddy comes over, blows my goddamn car up and robs me.

The fucking combination is written on your fucking back,

you dumb motherfucker!

Fuck.

- Fuck, Charlie! My head! - Well, buckle up if you can't take it.

What?

What happened to your britches, son?

Why don't we forget about all this shit? What do you say?

There ain't nothing in here but goddamn birdshot.

It's you and me, Jacob, remember?

You're a McNeely, son.

You don't want to do this, trust me.

- Hello? - Hey, we're leaving here.

- What? - I got the money.

Pack. I won't be long.

OK. OK.

- And, Maggie... - What?

I just need to tell you I love you.

But we gotta go. I need you to pack your things, OK?

I won't be long.

Love you too.

- Hey, you. - Hey, there.

- I've broken down. - Oh, need a ride?

You look like a little damsel in distress.

Hey, bud. I'm afraid I'm going to have...

- Fuck. - ...to appropriate your truck.

All right? Come on.

What do you think you're doing?

What's it look like?

It looks like you're fixing to go someplace.

Where's Momma, huh?

Shoplifting.

Move.

You expecting somebody?

Hi, I need to... need to speak to your dad.

Is he home?

Is something wrong?

Maggie, where are you?

Maggie!

Fuck.

Maggie! Fuck.

Fuck.

Shit, shit, shit!

- Where's Maggie? - Oh, you mean your little rabbit ass?

Swear to God, anything fucking happens to her, I'll fucking kill you!

All right, kid.

You might want to meet me at your dead momma's house.

Otherwise your little Maggie might meet an early demise, do you hear me?

Fuck you!

Hang the fucking phone up.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Where's Jacob?

On his way.

You sure?

Does a hobby horse have a...

May God forgive you.

Fuck.

Out of the car, asshole.

I said get out of the fucking car!

What the fuck's going on here?

You fucking hear me, cocksucker?

I said get out of the fucking car, now!

- Jacob. Jacob. - Rogers, what the fuck are you doing?

I'm not gonna hurt ya, OK?

I'm sorry, Jacob, just give me the money.

Where is she?

Just give me the fucking money!

- Where the fuck is she? - I'm sorry.

Is she dead?

- Is she? - I'm sorry, I...

Tell me!

Check his trunk.

Oh, no!

Are you OK?

Fly away

Little pretty bird

And pretty you'll always stay

I see in your eyes

A promise

Your own tender love

You'll bring

But fly away

Little pretty bird

Cold runneth the spring

Fly, fly away

Fly away

Little pretty bird

And pretty

You'll always stay

Fly far beyond the dark mountain

To where you'll be free

Evermore

Fly away

Little pretty bird

Where the cold winter winds

Don't blow

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