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- I love the ocean.

It's so beautiful.

And frightening.

Considering the things that I've done,

seems like an appropriate place for me to be buried.

- Look, the whole case is farce.

The judge is up for reelection,

tryin' to look tough on the whole organized crime thing.

Using our boy, Sonny Smith,

as some sort of example.

He is a legit businessman.

I mean so what, so what, he owns a few Miami strip clubs.

They're gonna lynch him in town square?

Who do you think pays the strippers' rent?

The judge and his buddy politicians.

They want lap dance after lap dance

and they even take 'em home.

It's exactly what happened.

But now I'm dealin' with this whole tax fraud thing

that I have to take care of,

but it is all under control.

I got this, I hit ya back.

Well good morning, ladies.

Why so bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this morning, huh?

Hey, it's Peter.

- You forgot my birthday, did you even realize that?

- Elaine, I'm so sorry, sweetie, I.

I didn't miss your birthday, I rescheduled it.

- You can't reschedule a birthday.

What sleazeball criminal did you help get off this time?

- Honey, I didn't hear you complain about my clients

when I was takin' on fancy vacations,

buying you nice jewelry and clothes.

- I never asked for any of that.

Do you ever think that maybe I worry

that you're gonna turn up dead

and I'm gonna wake up with a horse head in my bed?

- Honey, can we talk about this later?

- Peter, you work with all kinds of criminals.

- Honey, baby, listen, how 'bout I come over later tonight

for some dinner, 'kay?

And I'll make it up to you, I promise,

but right now I have to get to an important meeting, okay?

- Oh, oh yeah, is that what you call it when you, uh,

meet a drug lord in a strip club?

You know what, you're never gonna change, are you, Peter?

- Honey, can we talk about this later?

- No, you know, you know what?

I'm sorry, I'm done. - Elaine.

- I am in a relationship with the Dish Network.

- Elaine, wait. - I'm done.

- Elaine.

- Man, you forgot her birthday?

- You know the drill.

Turn around.

- Is that anyway to treat your one and only friend?

- Petey.

- Mrs. Smith.

- Have a seat.

You know, I had a shrink once

that told me I had trust issues.

She also told me I spoiled my boy Sonny.

She's right, I do have trust issues.

She disappeared right after that.

Don't take it personal.

'Cause I just look at ya.

And I say, "Oh, he might be packin' heat."

This better be good.

- Look, I told ya not to worry.

I've got it all under control.

- That's my baby boy we are talkin' about.

- It's a done deal.

- And we don't do jail.

- Nobody's goin' to jail.

He's more than well compensated to take the rap.

He's grateful for the bump when we get him out.

Look, Johnny's been cookin' the books for years.

Just how Sonny told him to do it.

Hell, he's the Iron Chef of cooking books.

But I promise you, your business, on paper,

looks completely legal and legit.

He knows when to keep his mouth shut.

- Course he does.

Because he's just like you.

- Right.

- We do not tolerate any mistakes.

- Well that's good, 'cause I don't make them.

- Get outta here.

- Let's go, up.

- Mr. Stephens, what were your responsibilities

workin' for the defendant Mr. Sonny Smith?

- I was his bookkeeper.

- How long did you have those responsibilities?

- Just over six years.

- But isn't it true, Mr. Stephens,

that Mr. Smith had nothing to do

with the way his, his books were handled?

That actually, well, he left 'em all up to you.

Right?

And so, all this business about money laundering,

probably outside of his purview.

Isn't that true?

And wouldn't you agree, Mr. Stephens,

that the Smith Shipping Company,

well, it's way too big

for one man to watch how every single penny is spent.

Unless.

Well, unless

it was his one and only job.

As it was yours.

Isn't that right, Mr. Stephens?

Do you need a tissue, Mr. Stephens?

- Mr. Stephens, answer the question.

- Yesterday afternoon, I found out

that I have pancreatic cancer.

And that it's terminal.

I think it's time I did the right thing.

- Look, Johnny.

Look, I'm sure everyone in here

is really sorry to hear about your health problems.

But I'm gonna need your answer here.

Wasn't it you, and you alone,

that dealt with all the money for Mr. Smith

and his shipping company based in the port of New Orleans?

Come on, Johnny.

- Not exactly.

- That is not,

that is not what you previously stated under oath.

- I was scared, what do you want me to say?

I lied.

I mean, Sonny's been payin' me for years

to doctor the books.

To do whatever it takes to make sure

the operation runs smoothly.

- Mr. Stephens. - Because you don't tell

people like the Smiths "no."

Besides, they paid me an exorbitant amount of money.

$250,000 at first to take the fall,

then another quarter million when I got outta jail,

and I got to keep my job.

I've seen a lot of bad things in my life.

And I've never done anything about it.

Well now it's time to do the right thing.

You know, you hear these stories about people...

- Mr. Stephens, please take your seat.

- Havin' these come-to-Jesus moments.

Well I'm pretty sure this is mine.

- Mr. Stephens, take your seat.

- And I can tell you right now,

that man is a criminal, a drug dealer, and a murderer.

- Mr. Stephens, take your seat.

- And I'm no better, and I'm turnin'

my life to God. - Objection!

- And it feels so good!

- He cannot, you can't prove that!

- You can't! Your honor! - Sit down!

- Your honor, I want, I want a doctor

to prove this man is mentally fit to testify!

Judge, your honor, your honor...

- Mr. Franklin, is there anything else

you'd like to ask Mr. Stephens?

- No, nothing.

- I'm gonna kill you.

- Is that a threat?

In a courtroom?

- No, it's a promise.

- Mr. Franklin.

Are you all right?

- I'm okay, your honor, just gettin' some water.

- Bury him with Johnny.

- I never saw this coming.

Hey, wait!

Hey wait, stop, stop, stop!

- Sure you don't wanna take her for a spin?

- Nope, bought it good.

- Put the new plates in the mail.

Sucker.

- Fuck!

Fuck!

Miss Smith.

- Petey.

Hey, so it looks like

you are headin' south on the 405.

In Los Angeles.

Is Disneyland on your bucket list?

- Why do you think I'm in LA?

- Sonny is a little upset.

He don't like jail food.

When Sonny gets a little upset,

Mama gets real upset.

- Please, Miss Smith, just trust me.

- I am gonna find you.

At that happiest place on earth.

And I am gonna blow your fuckin' head off.

Have a nice day.

What do you want?

What are you lookin' at?

- Find me now, bitch.

- You!

Finish him.

- Christ, I'm a dead man.

Where the fuck am I?

Texas.

Yeehaw.

Juniper.

Good luck findin' me here.

- Hey, what are ya lookin' for?

- How do I pay?

- You're lookin' at it.

Go ahead and pump it.

- Yeah? - Yes.

I like them shoes.

What do ya call 'em?

- My shoes?

Gucci.

That's funny. - So where ya headed?

- I'm not sure yet.

I'm, uh, lookin' to relocate.

- Fella like you movin' to Juniper?

Must either be crazy or...

Somebody lookin' for you?

- I don't really think that's any of your business, right?

- You know, Mister, pretty much everybody

that wants to live here already does.

But, hey, you're lookin' for a place to stay,

I hear they're tryin' to rent

ole Chigger Chastain's place out.

- Where, uh, where might that be?

- Ah, tell ya what.

See that boy with the mower across the way?

- With the dog?

- Yeah.

That's Tiger.

He's, uh, well, he's special.

Anyway, you just follow him home.

He lives right behind ole Chigger's place.

- Chiggers?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- All righty, there ya go.

- Thank you, sir. - You bet, good luck.

- I'm gonna need it.

- You're gonna get a treat, player.

- Pardon me.

Are you, uh, are you Tiger?

- Who are you?

- Oh, I'm, um, well I'm Frank, Frank Stephens.

Frank, Frank Stephens. - Frank.

Hi, Mr. Frank Stephens.

This, this here's Buddy.

- That's a, that's a cute dog.

- He, he's, he's my best buddy.

- It's a cute dog.

Hey, uh, listen.

The guy at the gas station, he mentioned

there might be a place available across from your place.

- Um.

- Chigger? - Chigger's house, yeah.

- Yeah.

- You wanna live there?

- Well I'd love to take a look.

- Me, me and Buddy's gonna, gonna go there right now.

We'd love us a good neighbor.

- Okay, I, uh, let me, let me get my car, I'll follow you?

- Come on. - Okay.

- Come on, Buddy.

Hey, Mr. Frank, that, that's Chigger's house right there.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Hey! - Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Hey, hey! - Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Hey, what do you think you're doin', huh?

Huh, you tresspassin', breakin' in.

- No, no, no, no! - Huh!

- No, no, no, no, no, I'm.

I'm just moving in.

- What, are you kin to ole Chigger?

- No, can I please get up?

- Yeah, get up.

You movin' in?

Man, what's wrong with you?

- I, I gotta live somewhere, right?

- You're not a blend-in sorta guy, now are ya?

I'm Roy.

Roy Mitchell.

- Frank, Frank Stephens.

- This is my brother Tiger.

And his damned dog.

- Yes, we've, uh, we've met.

- Every village has got their idiot.

He's ours, ain't that right, Tiger?

Listen, sometimes I like to do some target practice

out back here.

So if I was you, I'd stay inside.

It'd be a shame if you ended up like ole Chigger.

Wouldn't want you to get shot now.

You're welcome to join us for dinner.

- Tiger.

What's he talkin' about?

What happened to Chigger?

- Chigger?

He, he, he went crazy and shot hisself

right there on the front porch, mm hmm.

- Why?

- I don't know.

Roy, Roy says he, he, he got bored and shot hisself.

Hey, uh, Mr. Frank, you hungry?

Come on, come on.

Buddy, come.

- Do you like turnip greens, Mr. Stephens?

- You know, I,

I can't say I've ever had any.

- Buddy likes them green, here, Buddy.

- Be careful with them things, you'll be fartin' for a week.

- Now, Roy.

That ain't no way to talk to our guest.

- A scientific fact, Nana.

- Uh, well, Frank.

Where'd you say you was from?

- Back east, New York.

- I had you pegged for a Yankee.

You workin' over at the plant?

- No, I'm, uh, I'm a writer.

I'm actually finishing a novel.

- Good boy.

- Tiger, do you always feed Buddy at the table?

- Of course I do.

He's Buddy.

And he's my very best buddy.

- Only 'cause you can't get any girls.

- That, that's a big fat lie, Roy.

- Really?

How come all I see you with is your lawnmower,

them damn firecrackers, and that smelly dog?

- Buddy don't smell.

- Yeah he does.

- No, no he don't.

- Yeah he does.

Hey, babe.

Yep, hey, one second.

Excuse me.

- Who's that?

- It's a hot girl, so that'd be none of your damn business.

- It's a school night, Roy.

Now don't be out too late.

- I love you, Nana.

- All, all the girls like Roy.

- Yeah.

- Wanna know why?

- I don't know.

His, uh, charming personality?

- Because he, he plays football.

And girls like boys who play football.

- Yeah.

- I, I wish I played football.

- Howdy, I, I reckon you the new guy in town.

- Who wants to know?

- Well I'm Betty Reynolds and this is my husband Lanny.

- And this is Betty's world famous pecan pie.

- Right.

- Well, it's world famous here in Juniper anyway.

- How much is it?

- Well, well it's nothin'.

We're just bein' neighborly.

- That, that's our house right over yonder.

You can see the roof from here.

- Well, it ain't much.

- But it's home.

- Who sent you?

- Excuse me?

- Did someone send you?

- Well we're just bein' neighborly.

- We just, we just.

- Well you just brought me a pie.

- Just come over. - Yeah, yeah.

- That's terrific.

- Lanny, let's, let's let him get on with his day.

We'll, we'll be seein' ya.

- You just come over and visit sometime

and we'll knock one back.

Just come on in, you know?

- Knock some back. - Door's always unlocked.

- Okay.

Thank you, thank you. - Bye bye.

He's still standin' there lookin' at us, come on.

- You like it?

- Not really.

- Who buys this shit?

- I do.

- You want the same number?

- Can you make it a different area code?

- Yeah, I can do that.

But you sure you want this one?

It don't even have GPS.

- Actually that's, that's perfect.

- Okay.

- Liquor and guns in the same place.

Only in Texas.

- Straight off the.

- He ain't from around here, is he?

- Hey, can I help you find somethin' there, pal?

- Yeah, I'm unfortunately out of spirits.

- Well, came to the right place.

Name your poison.

- I'll grab two of those bottles of tequila.

And a few of those cigars.

- A'ight.

20 bucks.

- Is that a machine gun?

- Goddamn, you rob a bank?

- Got a bag for that?

- No.

- You that, uh, writer from back east

stayin' over at Chigger's place?

- Word travels fast here, huh?

- Well I make it my business to know what's happenin'

in my town.

That's what I'm, uh, elected to do.

- Twice. - Twice.

- Right.

- What kind of novels you write?

- Crime mostly.

- Oh like, uh, "Thin Man,".

"Red Harvest," "Maltese Falcon"?

- Yeah, somethin' like that.

- You ever need a, uh, consultant, an expert,

I know your guy.

- I'll keep that in mind fellas.

- You do that.

- Gentlemen.

- I wonder what his story is.

- Hey, hey, Mr. Frank, watch this.

Buddy.

Buddy!

Buddy, Buddy, Buddy, I'm so sorry.

- Oh my God. - Buddy, I'm so sorry.

- Is he okay?

I'm so sorry, he ran right out before I could see him.

- It's not your fault.

- You're the sweetest dog, Buddy.

- Tiger, Tiger, are you guys okay?

- Yeah.

- Buddy, are you okay.

- Allison, this is Mr. Frank.

- Hi. - Hey. Frank Stephens.

It's nice to meet you, Allison.

- You're not from around here?

- Is it that obvious?

- Yeah, around here, new person comes to town,

you think you're the one change.

- He, he just moved in to ole Chigger's house.

- Wow, uh, I don't think I could live there.

- Yeah, well, at least the rent's cheap, right?

- Guess so.

What brings you here of all places?

- Actually, um, I'm a writer.

- You don't look like a writer.

- No? - No.

- Well you know what they say,

can't judge a book by its cover.

- Guess not, well if you can find something interesting

to write in this place, you got quite an imagination.

Uh, do you know where Roy's at?

- Um, Roy?

He, he's probably playin' football.

- Okay, well, you tell him I'm lookin' for him?

- Mm hmm. - Yeah?

- Okay. - Okay.

Tiger, I'm so sorry.

Mr. Frank, it was nice to meet ya, I gotta go.

My dad's gonna kill me, but I'm so sorry, Tiger.

- Bye, Allison.

- Drive safely.

- Thank you.

- Allison likes me.

I, I got me a girlfriend.

- When are you gonna finish this?

- Workin' on it.

- Well.

It's gotta be done.

Just stop your bitchin'.

- I'm not bitchin'.

- Okay.

What's this I hear about you goin' out for, uh,

homecomin' queen?

- You ain't gotta worry about it, I'm not doin' it.

- Why not?

You're the best-lookin' thing in this town since your mama.

- Well thank you, but we'd have to find a formal dress

and we just don't have that kind of money right now.

- Ah, so it's all my fault?

- Well if you didn't drink and piss away

everything you make.

- What'd you say?

Hey, what'd you say?

You better watch that wise-ass mouth of yours, little girl.

You gonna get yourself in big trouble.

You hear me?

Huh? - Yeah.

- Yeah?

All right.

You can get all this shit outta here.

- Tiger! Tiger!

Tiger, hey.

What are you doin'?

- Your lawn needs, needs cuttin' real bad.

Can't you see?

- I can see that, Tiger, but I don't.

- First time's free.

And, and, and since this one's so small,

I'll do it twice for nothin'.

After that it's, um, three times for $20.

Or four times for 15.

- Are you sure?

- I'm sorry but that's just business.

- Wow, is that how you get all your customers?

Well you are very smart.

- No, no, not me, but Buddy, he's,

he's the smartest dog ever.

- Is he?

- Mm hmm. - Yeah?

You sure love him.

- Of course I do, Buddy.

He's my best buddy.

- Hi, Buddy.

All right, Tiger, well thank you for cuttin' our grass.

- Okay. - Lord knows

nobody else'll do it.

Thank you.

- Buddy.

Buddy, I, I got me a girlfriend.

- Hey, you've reached Elaine.

Leave me a message and I will call you right back.

Thanks, bye.

- Hi.

Brenda?

- Betty.

What can I do for you, Mr. Stephens?

- They're very good.

My God, my God, Betty.

This pie, I, I can't even describe it.

It's like crack.

You're a crack dealer, Betty.

- Well I'm sure that's a compliment.

So I hear you're a writer.

That sounds pretty excitin'.

- Not really.

It's a lot of alone time.

- I like to read romance novels.

I know it's silly, but I just love 'em.

- I can imagine livin' in a place like this,

you probably wanna escape somehow.

You guys don't even have a movie theater.

- There's a lot of fine folk livin' here.

Good people, just tryin' to get by.

It would be nice to travel more though.

See the world.

- Well maybe when Lanny retires, you can.

- Retire, shoot.

Around here, if you're not workin', you must be dead.

- Like Chigger?

- You want another piece of pie?

- You even need to ask?

Thank you.

- Well, Chigger was gone long before he pulled that trigger.

He got hooked on that awful meth.

You know who got him hooked, don't ya?

Tiger and Roy's daddy.

Can you believe, he used to cook that stuff

right in the house?

With them babies runnin' around all over the place.

It's no wonder Tiger turned out the way he did.

- What about their mother?

- Their daddy went crazy one day and shot their mama.

Then himself.

Guess that was right after Roy was born.

- Why?

- Guess he thought she was cheatin', somethin'.

Who knows?

I tell ya, I'm not one to speak ill of the dead,

but between you, me, and the fence post,

I wouldn't be surprised if she was.

She was a whore.

And everybody in town knew it.

A lot of people say he killed her

'cause he found out that Roy weren't his.

- And you guys say this place is boring.

- Well it's a good thing those boys had their nana

to take 'em in.

I don't know what would've become of 'em

if she hadn't come in to raise 'em.

She's a goddamn saint, I tell you what.

That lady is a goddamn saint.

Hell yeah.

They just don't make 'em like her anymore.

- Ding dong.

- Who are you?

- Let's just say a friend of a friend.

When someone takes off

and doesn't tell their friend where they're goin',

it's kinda frustratin', isn't it, Elaine?

- I have no idea where Peter is, Miss.

- Smith.

Oh come on, come on, think real hard, Elaine.

Come on, just use your little head.

Think real hard.

- I don't know.

- You're a very attractive woman.

- Please don't.

- He hasn't reached out to you even for a good fuck?

- I haven't spoken to him since he disappeared.

- You're a terrible liar, Elaine.

- Gimme a T.

- Somebody lookin' at you, slick.

- Gimme an I, I.

Gimme a T, T.

Gimme an E, E.

Gimme an R, R.

- Oh my God, a kiss.

- I'm gonna hit that real soon.

She ain't even gonna see it comin'.

- Hell yeah, you lookin' good, bro.

- Dad.

Dad.

- That was your mama's.

She paid a ton of money for that dress

back when I was on the force.

Only wore it once.

Don't ya think somethin' like that

should be worn more than once?

- Dad.

Thank you.

- You're welcome.

You know, uh, when you're friend there,

uh, that boy Roy Mitchell

sees ya in that thing,

you tell him not to get any ideas.

- 'Kay.

- Okay.

Have fun.

- You ready to go get some, Roy?

- Yeah, Coach. - Let's go.

Listen, you gotta make a play.

You gotta get in there and make a play, Roy.

Can you do it, son?

- Yeah, Coach, yeah, Coach!

- Now get your tail out there and make a play.

- I'm gonna fuckin' run right through you, boy.

I'm puttin' you right in the ground.

- Let's go, that's right!

- Yeah, that a boy, Roy, way to hit somebody!

- Get 'em, let's go, make a big hit.

Let's go, that's right!

- That's number 29, Roy Mitchell,

makin' that sack for the Tigers.

- Hey, Tiger.

Your brother Roy's pretty good, huh?

- Yeah, I reckon he's a good 'un.

- Tiger, can I ask you somethin'?

- Uh huh.

- How did you get the name Tiger?

- My, my mama said that when, when I get somethin',

I, I hold on to it like a tiger.

- Your mom, huh?

- Mm hmm.

- That's a perfect name for you, Tiger.

- Allison is the daughter of Carl Blevins

and Juniper High School's

1990 homecomin' queen. - Allison!

- Hi. - LeAnn Willis.

- That's my girlfriend Allison.

Ain't she the prettiest one?

- Yeah, Tiger, she is.

- She says she plans to attend college

after graduation in the study of nursing.

Allison is escorted this evening by Roy Mitchell.

- Way to go, Allison.

- Ladies and gentlemen,

this year's Juniper High homecoming queen,

Allison Blevins.

- Tiger.

- Yeah, Alice, we love ya, darlin'.

- Tiger.

- She's beautiful.

Lord a mercy, baby's got her bluejeans on.

- Hey there, cowboy.

I like them boots.

- Oh yeah, you know, I don't know how

you guys wear these things.

- Aw, they'll be fine once you break 'em in.

We're goin' shootin' in the mornin'.

We, uh, invitin' you to come along if you want.

- Oh, guys, I'd love to, you know, but I don't got a gun.

- Man without a gun.

Uh, you got a pecker down in them jeans?

- I got a shitload of guns.

I can let you use one of 'em.

- I'm game.

Hey, Tiger.

You okay?

- No.

Allison was my girlfriend and Roy up and stoled her from me.

- Look.

Maybe she wasn't the right one for ya.

- She says she likes me.

She, she even kissed me right here.

- Tiger, just because a girl

kisses you and says she likes you,

that doesn't mean she wants to be your girlfriend.

- Well why not?

- 'Cause women are crazy.

And complicated and confusing sometimes.

- You, you got a girlfriend, Mr. Frank?

- Sort of.

Well I did.

But she, uh.

She got mad at me.

- What, what for?

- Lots of reasons, Tiger.

And they're all my fault.

So I deserved it.

What are you doin' anyway?

- Oh, um, I, I'm countin' my fireworks.

I, I got me the best firework business

in the whole, whole world.

- You do have quite the arsenal.

- Yeah, yeah, my bottle rockets,

and I got firecrackers and, and smoke bombs,

and people clashers.

Um, I got Roman candles, you want some?

You know, I been tryin' to count 'em

and I keep messin' up and have to start over.

- I can help you count 'em.

- Really? - Mm hmm.

- You're the nicest person I, I ever met, Mr. Frank.

You sure don't seem like anybody else around here.

- What do I seem like?

- Um.

I, I don't know.

Like.

Like you don't really got a home nowhere.

- Get down, motherfuckers!

- Roy, my boy!

Roy, my boy!

Get over here, you son of a bitch.

Hey, the beers are cold but the women are not.

- You, Simon, that you, where's the beer?

Thank you.

- Hey, you get at it yet or what?

- I'm goin' to.

- Yeah, you better.

- Canadian mojo. - Yeah, that's a jump start.

- Where'd you get that.

Boogie Night's jacket. - It was my dad's jacket!

- All right.

- Naw, man, what is this Canadian whisky bullshit?

Hey, where's my queen?

Queeny, I wanna see my queen.

Come here, you.

I want a little kiss.

- Will you hold this?

- Bye, guys, we'll see you later.

I'll see you later.

You look so pretty over there.

I saw you in the corner of my eye,

I just about went crazy.

I go like this. - Like that.

- And I turn ya and I dip ya.

Make this.

You look so pretty, honey.

Do you know that? - No.

- Hey, there's somethin' happen' here.

- Roy!

- Hey! - Man, get outta here.

- All right, where are you goin'?

- So nice up in here.

In your boots and your crown.

- Yeah, no.

- I thought so.

I get you all to myself.

- Roy.

You're drunk.

- Baby, uh uh. - Mm hmm.

- No I ain't, baby. - Yeah.

Roy.

- Homecomin's special, you know?

- Yeah.

Let's go outside.

Roy.

Roy, no. - Just.

- Roy.

Roy, come on.

Roy, Roy, stop.

Roy, stop.

Roy, stop!

Roy, get off me!

- It's okay, Allison.

Allison, Jesus!

Allison!

Hey, wait, hold on, Allison, hold on!

Allison, wait!

Get the fuck off of me!

- Bro, that's what she, that's what she wants.

All right, have a fuckin' drink.

- What the fuck are y'all lookin' at?

- Hey.

- Hi.

- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Are you lost?

- No, no, no, um, do you guys always walk

around in the dark like this?

- No, uh, I just lost my ride.

- Well I, I can give you a lift.

- Oh no, no.

- You remember me?

I'm the writer. - I remember you, yeah.

I live right up there, I'm fine.

- Listen, I, I can give you a ride, it's late and it's dark.

- Okay.

I appreciate it.

- No problem.

You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Do you wanna talk about it?

- I don't want to talk about it.

- I saw that you won homecoming queen.

You looked very beautiful.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- Been writin' lately?

- Huh?

- I don't think you're a writer.

- How'd ya figure that out?

- I could tell from the moment I met you.

- Oh yeah? - Yep.

- No, I'm not.

I'm a lawyer actually.

Made some very bad decisions

with some very bad people.

And, uh, I need to lay low for a while

so I ended up here.

- This crappy little piss-ant town.

- Piss-ant.

I like that word.

Actually, it's been, uh,

it's been a good experience for me.

I've learned a lot about myself.

- Oh good.

- So I'm assuming you're not going to marry Roy.

And have a bunch of homecoming queens and football stars.

- No.

If I did, I would end up like Chigger, so.

- Don't say that.

- No, I would.

No, as soon as I graduate, I'm outta here.

- From what I hear, Chigger was a meth head.

You have a lot more going on for yourself than that.

- I hope so.

- Where would you go?

- I don't know.

Somewhere where I can see the ocean.

Never seen it before.

- You never been to a, to an ocean?

Really?

- Yeah, not once.

- Wow.

I used to, uh, I used to have a place in Malibu.

Right on the ocean actually.

Man, the sunsets are amazing.

- You miss it?

- Every day.

- So I'm right up here.

You can just pull over here.

- You sure? - Yeah.

- I appreciate it.

Really, thank you.

- You're welcome.

Hey, Allison.

- Yeah?

- Look, whenever things get really bad,

just think of Malibu.

- Okay, thank you.

- I thought me and Allison had somethin' good goin'.

Thought she was into me.

I mean, you saw the way she was lookin' at me.

- I hear ya.

Girls' a prick-teaser, man.

You gave away all your card

lettin' her treat you like that in front of everyone.

I mean.

- It isn't right, is it?

- Hell no it ain't right.

I wouldn't let some chick talk to me like that,

and before her, you wouldn't either.

- Yeah.

It ain't right!

- Where ya goin'?

- Allison!

Hey, Allison, open the door.

- Crazy son of a bitch.

- Allison, just open the door.

I just wanna talk to ya!

So open the door!

- Come on. - So open the door!

- Sometimes you're the moose.

- Sometimes you're the mailbox.

- Damn, how much?

- Oh, let's just call it, uh, double or nothin'.

- You guys always get so boozed up before you go huntin'?

- Well, if we didn't we wouldn't go huntin'.

- Or drinkin'.

- You gotts give the birds a fightin' chance, Frank.

- If I was a quail.

I'd feel safe sittin' right at the end of his gun barrel.

- Amen.

- You guys might be surprised what,

what I've seen at the end of a gun.

- Oh do tell.

Frank, what.

It's the station house, I gotta take it.

This is Dobbs.

- Hey, man, you busy?

- Well, yeah, I'm about to go bird huntin', what?

- Seems Carl's girl's gone missin'.

- What? - Yep.

Well he's losin' it, too.

- You tell Carl.

Well just keep him there.

Tell him to hold his damn horses till I get there.

Carl Blevins' daughter's missin'.

- Well if you need anything, you let us know, okay?

- Yeah, same here, man.

- You guys finish off this bottle of tequila.

Try not to shoot each other.

That's a rain check on the bird huntin', Stid.

- Yeah. - That ain't good.

- No, it ain't, I mean, Carl's been a damn train wreck

since his wife left.

I don't know what this is gonna do to the son of a bitch.

- I left her a bunch of messages and she,

she usually just calls me back.

It's not like her.

- Carl, you used to be a cop, all right.

So I gotta ask you.

Things at home been worse with you and Allison?

- You think I'd somethin' to my girl?

You think I'd do somethin' to my girl?

- Calm down, Carl.

- Huh, that's all I got!

- Calm down.

I just have to know if you did somethin'

that coulda made her run off.

- She's not run off!

She left all her stuff here.

All her clothes are here.

And girls don't do that, you know that, Jeff.

- All right, I, I know you're upset.

I'm upset, too.

I just have to do my job.

- What are you doin'?

You're just wastin' your time.

You should be out talkin' to that Mitchell boy.

He's the son of a cold-blooded killer!

- Carl, I just have to have all the information

to be able to do my job.

Carl.

- How come you're not talkin' to him?

- I will talk to him

and don't jump to any conclusions, Carl.

- You don't have the time, Jeff!

- I know how much time I don't have!

I'm sorry!

What?

- You know what's gonna happen?

- What?

- They found some footprints outside

the girl's window.

- Call Dallas, get forensics here, ASAP.

Good work.

Carl.

- It's my fault.

I can't do anything right.

- And I can't imagine what it must feel...

- It's my fault, I drove her away.

I gotta get her back.

Jeff, you gotta get her back.

- I will, I'm on it, I'm your eyes and ears, Carl.

- It's my fault, I know it's my fault.

Oh Jesus.

- All right, all right.

- Roy Mitchell!

Roy Mitchell, come out here!

What'd you do with her?

What'd you do with my baby?

Where is she?

What happened to my baby?

- Hey.

- You're gonna die.

- Carl.

- Did you kill my daughter?

- What the hell is the matter with you?

What are you talkin' about?

- You couldn't stay away.

- Carl, what are you talkin' about?

- My Allison.

- Carl, get outta here, you dirty old drunk.

- Where is she?

I said where did she go?

- Don't you hit my brother!

- Oh, stupid kid.

- What in the fuck, Carl?

- Where is she?

- What the fuck is the matter with you?

Hey!

Get outta here, Carl, I swear.

- You two, you two know what happened to Allison.

- Buddy, you okay?

You're all right, you're all right, settle down.

It's okay, Carl, get outta here!

- You know what happened to my baby.

- Get outta here.

Oh jeez.

- Oh God. - Hey, you're okay.

- Hello.

- You have really pissed me off.

I am coming to get you.

- Hey, Roy.

- What do y'all want from me?

Look, Carl come over here into my house

lookin' for a fight, I didn't go to that man's house,

I didn't start no trouble,

he came over here! - Hey, hey, hey,

hey, calm down, I don't know what you're talkin' about.

Calm down.

Now if Carl did somethin', I'll take care of him.

It ain't about him.

It's about Allison.

- What about her?

- What'd y'all do last night?

- Went to the dance.

- And?

- Took her on over to Ray's house.

- 'Bout what time of night was that?

- I don't know, about midnight I guess.

- You bring her straight home from Ray's?

- I didn't take her home.

- Who did?

- I don't know.

- She just leave?

- You get in a fight?

- Lover's quarrel.

- What was it about?

- You know how girls are.

Started drinking, gettin' flirty and stuff,

and then the second you make your move on 'em,

they turn on ya like ya done somethin' wrong.

- Get used to that.

- So she left the party and you didn't go after her?

- No, I didn't go after her.

- Roy, you don't seem very concerned

about Allison bein' missin'.

- Missin'?

- Yeah.

- I'm sure she'll turn up.

- When do you think that'll be?

- Yeah, I'm outta here.

- Hey, hey, hey, it's all right, thank ya, Tim.

Listen, hey, hey.

Son, we don't know where she is.

I'm sure we'll find her.

All right, you're right.

Hey, listen, son.

Some good tacklin' you did last night.

You played really hard.

- You hold up for us right there.

- It's a shame y'all didn't win that game.

- I can't do everything myself, can I?

- Sure can't, I know how you feel.

Holler at us. - Jeff.

- All right, Roy, thank ya, son.

- Hey, listen.

That shit don't fly in Mississippi, son.

- It ain't Mississippi and I ain't your goddamn son.

Hey, Tiger.

Here's Tiger.

Bless his heart.

Hey, Tiger.

- Hey, man.

- How ya doin', buddy?

Can we talk to you for a minute?

- Sure, Mr. Officer.

- It's Sheriff Jeff but all right.

How's the truck runnin'?

- It, it's pretty good.

- Yeah? - Mm hmm.

- Tiger, you know that girl Allison Blevins?

- Course I do.

- Uh huh, well you notice anything,

you know, any problems between Allison and Roy lately?

- Mm, problems?

- Yeah, like is he actin' unusual?

- Nope, Roy looks the same to me.

- All right, hey, thank ya, Tiger.

I'll see you, buddy.

- All right.

- But, now Allison, she looked like she, she was cryin'.

- Oh, she did, huh?

You saw her last night?

- Mm hmm, I sure did.

She, she was cleanin' out her garage

sort, sorta cryin' and all.

But she said it was, um all, all-ergy.

- Allergies.

- Yeah, yeah, that's it.

- That's pretty, uh, that's pretty late, Tiger.

What you doin' here that time of night?

- Oh, I like to drive by Allison's

'cause she's my girlfriend.

- Really?

- Sheriff.

- Hey, Frank.

- Frank.

- Any word on the missing girl?

- Hey, Frank, uh, just tryin' to see if Tiger

knows anything about her.

- She say if she was goin' somewhere?

Like maybe see a friend or somethin'?

- Um.

I, I don't know.

She said she had to get rid of all them boxes

or her daddy'd get mad, so I took 'em to the dump.

- You mind if we take a look?

- It's kinda messy and all.

- It's all right.

- Tiger, you don't, you don't have to let them

look in your truck.

- Hey, hey, why are you talkin'?

- I'm just lettin' him know his rights.

- You have the right to butt the hell out.

This is a police investigation.

Come on.

- Tiger, you don't, you don't have to let them.

- Not another word.

- Hey, Sheriff, you're gonna wanna

take a look at this.

- Tiger, can you explain this?

- Um.

- We're gonna have to take you down to the station, Tiger.

All right?

- To the police station?

- Yeah. - Tiger, you don't, you don't

have to go with them, Tiger.

- Listen, you gotta stop talkin'.

- It's okay, Buddy, we're just gonna go

to the police station.

- That dog ain't comin'.

- He's gotta come.

He gets scared if I'm not with him.

- Tough shit. - Jeff, Jeff.

Just let him take the dog.

- Tim, get him in the truck, huh?

- Hey, listen, Tiger, do not say a word

unless you have an attorney, you understand.

Not until you have an attorney.

- Hey, enough! - Do you understand?

- Put him in the truck or I'll put him in the truck.

What are you doin'?

- Is this how the law works around here?

- I am the law here, who are you?

- Gonna talk to the sheriff.

- Hey, Grandma was slow but she was old.

Get him in the damn truck, Tim.

Jesus Christ.

- Buddy!

- So you did not follow her home

and take advantage of Allison.

- How many times

are you gonna ask me the same question

a hundred different ways?

- I'm just tryin' to understand

why you don't care about your girlfriend disappearin', Roy.

- What I care about?

What do you know what I care about?

You don't know me.

- How you doin'?

- Hi, welcome to Walls Mart.

- I'm with the FBI, have you seen this man?

If so, tell me everything you know about him.

- Buddy.

Where?

Where did they put Buddy?

Where, where, where are we?

Is, is this the police station?

- This is hell, son.

- Hell?

- And there ain't a livin' soul that knows we're here

besides me and Deputy Tim.

We just talked to Carl, Tiger.

He said that these

bloody clothes belong to Allison.

That she was wearin' 'em when she left the house.

You know, Tiger, sometimes we do things

and we don't mean to.

- Like, like what?

- Like sittin' outside a girl's house

and watchin' her through the window.

You went over there last night.

You were watchin' her 'cause you love her.

Told me she was your girlfriend.

- She, she was my girlfriend.

- Was?

- Roy up and stoled her from me!

- That's right.

That's right.

Your own brother.

That makes you really angry.

Angry enough to do somethin' that you didn't wanna do.

- Yeah.

- Roy, a bit of a loose cannon.

I can appreciate that, but you don't.

Got up in them drawers.

- No, no.

- Yeah he did, got in them pants and you couldn't.

- Nobody got in Allison's pants.

- Really, nobody got in Allison's pants.

Then why do we have her pants

covered in blood that we found in your truck?

'Cause you killed her and what'd you do to her body?

- I.

I, I don't know!

- Why did you kill her? - Quit askin' me!

- Carl loves his daughter Allison.

More than anything in this world.

And you took her from him.

- No.

- And if you don't tell me the truth.

Tiger, look at me.

I'm gonna take somethin' from you.

- Is he all right?

- Yeah, he's all right.

What, what's up?

- Forensics just came back.

Tiger's DNA's all over the bloody clothes.

- Well, evidence don't lie.

- I know, I just.

Tiger, Jeff.

I don't think he's capable of somethin' like this.

- Tim, would we be havin' this conversation

if he wasn't slow?

The evidence points to him.

- I just.

- That report came back, it says exactly

what I thought it was gonna say.

Your DNA, your semen, your spit

was all over Allison's clothes.

Do you hear what I'm sayin'?

There was a boot prints, your boots, outside her window

leadin' to your truck, where the clothes were found.

You killed Allison.

- No, no! - Why did you kill her?

- No, I didn't, I didn't kill Allison.

- What did you do with the body?

- I.

I, I don't know!

- Why did you kill her? - Quit askin' me!

- Okay, I'm gonna quit askin' you.

You know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna make it real simple for you.

Even you understand simple.

Now, Tiger, if you don't tell me the goddamn truth,

so help me God, I'm gonna take somethin' from you.

- Buddy!

- No, no, no, no, no.

- I missed you so much, Buddy.

- You love that dog, don't you, Tiger.

- Course I do, he's my best buddy.

- You'd love to take Buddy home,

see Nana and Roy, wouldn't ya?

- I, I can go home?

- Right now.

Wouldn't you love that, huh?

You tell us

what you did to Allison Blevins

or you will never. - No!

- See that dog ever again! - No!

You leave Buddy alone!

- I will take him!

- No, Buddy!

Officer Tim, please!

Please!

Open, open the door.

- Rescue teams have concluded

the state-wide search for the missing teenager

Allison Blevins of Juniper, Texas.

Blevins went missing several weeks ago

and is presumed dead by local authorities.

The suspect, Tiger Mitchell,

is going to trial for her murder.

State prosecutor Reggie Huntley has declined to comment.

- When you're on the run,

you learn to focus on the here and now.

Because, believe me, anything can happen.

Here I am in Juniper, Texas, small town America.

Tiger's going to trial for the murder of Allison Blevins.

Dobbs seems like he's on a witch hunt.

Nothing adds up.

No body, no murder weapon, no witnesses.

Nothing.

The whole trial feels like a sham,

with Dobbs expediting the whole process

just to get what he wants.

I could see it in her eyes.

Where you gonna go?

She's a runner.

Just like me. - I don't know.

Somewhere where I can see the ocean.

- I don't know what happened to Allison.

I don't know anything really.

Except these folks taught me something.

You can run forever.

But you can't run from your heart.

- Are counsel for the parties present?

- Yes, your honor.

- Present.

- It's my understanding, Mr. Franklin,

that you're here representing Mr. Mitchell

pro hoc vice, correct?

- Yes, your honor.

- Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

we're about to begin a trial. - I like your suit.

- The state of Texas versus Tiger Mitchell.

- It's my dad's.

- Counsel for each of the parties

will now have an opportunity to question you.

- I don't know what he's sayin'.

- Just, just when they ask,

all you say is "not guilty."

- Not guilty.

- Not guilty, okay.

- And for the duration of the case.

- Remember, "not guilty."

- To witnesses and to the court only.

- We, uh, made a cast of the imprint...

of the shoe of the suspect

after we took him into custody.

- I submit to the court.

Exhibit C, pair of work boots

worn by the defendant

when he was brought in for questioning.

- Let the exhibit be received into evidence.

- The photographs, the boot,

and the imprints.

What were the results of those lab tests?

- They, they matched the shoes perfectly.

- Nothin' further.

- You may step down, sir.

- Sheriff.

- Yes, sir?

- Isn't it true that Tiger made no effort

to hide the bloody clothes you found in his truck?

In fact, he voluntarily informed you

they actually belonged to Allison Blevins.

- No, we told Tiger we need to look inside his truck.

He complied.

We found the clothes, and then he agreed they were hers.

- Well tell me, does that sound like the behavior

of a, of a guilty man?

A man who might've murdered someone?

- Objection, speculation.

- I'm just asking for his professional opinion, your honor.

- Overruled, answer the question, Sheriff.

- It's highly unusual.

- I, I'm sorry, one more time.

- Highly unusual.

- No further questions.

- Yeah, yeah he came around.

Mowed our lawn for free.

Picked some flowers once, left 'em by the door.

- For Allison.

- They sure as hell weren't for me.

- Did the defendant ever drive by

or sit outside your house at night?

- Yeah, seemed like just about every time I turned around...

there he was.

- Nothin' further.

- Your witness, Mr. Franklin.

- Mr. Blevins, isn't it true that you and your daughter,

well you have a bad relationship?

- Well, son, we had some tough times.

I thought you were gonna call me.

- My phone died, my phone died, Dad, my phone died!

- Don't mess with me! - I'm sorry, Dad,

my phone died. - I said don't mess with me!

- My phone died.

- What's that?

- Oh my God. - What's that, huh?

- Nothing, Dad, nothin'.

- Havin' a teenager is kinda like,

that goes with the territory.

- Well tell me, do drunken fights

and screaming threats?

Does that also come with the territory?

- Objection, totally inflammatory.

- Did he lay one finger on you?

Just one finger!

- What if he did?

Don't you sass me!

You understand me?

I said don't sass me!

You know, Mr. Franklin, I don't know

where you're goin' with this but.

You're just a goddamn little whore, you know that don't ya!

Damn!

I'm stayin' at Carol's, I'm gonna stay at Carol's,

and I want you to clean up that carport.

I don't think that had anything to do

with my daughter just up and disappearin'.

- Of course it does.

- Allison.

Where you at, girl?

You still asleep, hon?

- Because that's exactly what happened

when her mother left you.

- Objection!

- You son of a bitch.

- Order, order, strike Mr. Franklin's comments.

- No further questions.

- Do you solemnly swear or affirm

the testimony you are about to give is the truth,

the whole truth, and nothin' but the truth, so help you God.

- Yes, sir.

- Mr. Hill, how long have you known the defendant?

- Well, about as long as he's been alive I reckon.

- Have you ever noticed any

angry, violent behavior from the defendant?

- That boy wouldn't hurt a flea,

less of course it was makin' that dog of his itch.

- No further questions.

- How come you couldn't of told us the truth?

Uh, Peter.

- Yeah, how dumb do you think we are?

- I'm sorry.

- Don't need your sorries.

Need you to get that boy off.

- State prosecutor Reggie Huntley

still refuses to comment.

Peter Franklin, New York criminal defense attorney

for the defendant Tiger Mitchell, released this statement

earlier today. - Son of a bitch.

- My client is being held with almost no evidence

against him.

He is clearly being coerced by local law enforcement

into a false confession.

- More coverage on this story.

- Miss Smith, you're not gonna believe this.

- May I help you fellas?

- I'm Agent Brody, this is Agent Mead.

We're with the FBI.

Do you know this man?

- Nope, can't say I do.

- You sure about that?

- Think I'd remember an ugly loser like that.

Kind of like I won't forget your face.

- Lemme see that picture.

- Now, Carl, I think it's that.

- I'm an officer, I was on the force here

and I can, maybe I can help y'all.

Yeah I know him.

- Where can we find him?

- Well, you're feds, huh?

- Yes, sir.

- You swear or affirm to tell the truth,

the whole truth, and nothin' but the truth, so help you God?

- Yeah.

- Roy.

Would you say that your brother,

the defendant,

has a problem with girls?

- No.

Except he never has any.

- Did he have a thing

for Allison Blevins?

- Probably so.

He liked her a lot.

- As a girlfriend.

- That was his hope.

- But wasn't she goin' out with you?

- Yeah.

Yeah, she was homecomin' queen, I was her escort.

- And didn't Allison disappear

that very night that Tiger first discovered

that you were the one that she actually liked?

- Yeah, but you see,

Tiger, he doesn't always understand these things.

- Because of his limitations.

- Objection, your honor.

The witness is not a psychologist.

- Sustained.

- Now you've seen the evidence against your brother.

- Yes, sir.

- But the defense claims that Tiger's limitations mean

he couldn't have harmed Allison Blevins.

What do you think about that?

- Once, once again, your honor,

the witness is not a psychologist.

- Sustained, stick to the facts.

- Have you ever seen your brother get angry

and hurt somebody?

- Yeah.

I mean, there was this one time.

This guy tried to run over his dog

and Tiger, Tiger 'bout exploded on him.

- He was tryin' kill Buddy.

- Quiet please, Mr. Mitchell.

- Did he hurt the man?

- No, I pulled him off the guy.

- So you're sayin' that when Tiger gets upset

over somethin' or somebody that he cares a lot about,

he can act out?

- That is pure speculation, your honor.

- I'll allow it.

The witness has been able to observe

the behavior of the defendant.

- And when Carl Blevins came to your door,

did Tiger act out then?

- No, he didn't act out, he was tryin' to protect me.

Carl Blevins attacked me.

- And wouldn't you say

that if,

if Allison wouldn't return his expressions of love?

- I didn't say that, I didn't.

- Well let's be honest here.

If Allison had a choice to make between somebody like you,

a football star, good-lookin',

a man with a future,

and Tiger, a man-child with no skills,

what's she gonna do?

She's gonna have to tell the man

who's obsessed with her,

who drives by her house every night,

who

dreams one day she will love him,

she's gonna have to tell him no.

And when she rejects Tiger,

can you imagine the anger,

after years of total frustration and rejection.

- Objection!

Who the hell is testifying here?

- Get to your question, Mr. Huntley.

- My point is, is doesn't take a mental giant

to do somebody harm, now does it, Roy?

- Objection, your honor!

- I don't know.

- Includin' murder. - Objection,

your honor, objection!

- Sustained.

- That's all.

- Your witness, Mr. Franklin.

- Roy.

Isn't it true Allison left the, the party early

because she was upset with you?

- Yeah, well, that's how women are.

They lack control over their emotions.

- Wasn't she upset because you were so drunk

and you were forcing yourself on her?

Isn't that right?

Roy, we already got all the testimonies

from everybody else at the party.

- Yeah, okay, maybe I'd been drinkin' a little.

Doesn't mean I was gonna hurt her or anything.

- That was it?

She just went home?

- Yeah, pretty much.

- Isn't it true, Roy,

that you went over to Allison's house

after the party?

- Where you gettin' that from?

- You're under oath, son.

You lie on this stand,

you might be seeing jail time.

And all those scholarships will be gone.

- Allison!

Hey, Allison, open the door!

- Crazy son of a bitch.

- Allison, just open the door.

I just wanna talk to ya!

Just wanna tell ya that you're pretty,

so open the door.

So open the door!

Allison, open the door.

Allison, come on!

- So I'm gonna ask you one more time.

Did you go to Allison Blevins house

after the party?

- Yeah, okay, maybe I did,

but I just wanted to see how she was doin'.

- And how was she doin', Roy?

- I don't know, she wouldn't answer the door.

- Why, because she was afraid what you might do to her?

- Objection, speculation.

- You were upset, Roy,

because she turned you down.

And nobody turns down Roy Mitchell.

Objection, your honor.

- Sustained.

- Nothing further.

- Step down, sir.

Your witness, Mr. Franklin.

- Sheriff, how long have you known the defendant?

- His whole life.

- Did you ever have any concerns

that he might be a threat

to your community?

- A threat, no.

Concerns that he might burn somethin' down

with a Roman candle that you buy

out of the back of his truck, yeah.

Tiger's always been a good 'un in my book.

I mean, it's not his fault he don't play with a full deck.

- A full deck.

You mean his disability?

- I don't know if I'd call it a disability.

He's a capable enough fella.

He's just slow, that's all.

- He's just slow, that's all? - Yes, sir.

- Sheriff, his being slow.

Is he any different than you?

- Well yeah.

Absolutely, I'm not slow.

And he's simple-minded.

He doesn't have the same sense

of right and wrong that we do.

He's like a really tall 10 year old boy.

- Okay.

Is it possible, Sheriff,

on the night of September 5th,

that when Tiger was looking through Allison's window...

He walked around the back to the garage

where she was clearing boxes

and just simply offered to help her?

- Oh my God.

- Hi, Allison.

- Tiger, what are you doin' here?

- I, I like to drive by your house sometime.

- Oh.

For me?

- Mm hmm.

- Well thank ya, Tiger.

- I, I'm sorry, I, I didn't, I didn't mean to make you cry.

- Oh no, Tiger. - I was just.

- Tiger, I'm not cryin', it's just allergies with the dust

and everything.

I have to take these bottles to the dump.

- I'll get them boxes for you, here, see.

- Oh no, it's really heavy.

Tiger, it's really heavy. - It's okay.

- You're strong but, Tiger. - I am.

- I have to take 'em to the dump.

I can't.

- It's okay, I, I gotta go to the dump, too.

I got lots of trash.

- Okay. - Mm hmm.

- Oh, well, one more then, Tiger.

- Is that possible?

- All right, I, I guess so.

- Oh that, that's gonna have to go upfront with Buddy

'cause it's all full back here.

- Okay.

- But it doesn't explain how he got

his semen on her bloody clothes.

- Buddy.

Buddy, it, it, it's Allison.

- If she cut her own hand on a broken,

broken beer bottle,

she could've got blood on herself, right?

- Okay. - Thank you.

- Bye, Allison. - Bye.

- She would've thrown,

she would've thrown those clothes away.

- Bye.

- So when Tiger took out all Allison's trash,

those clothes would've ended up in his truck.

Well maybe, maybe Tiger

couldn't find anything else to clean up with,

so he used Allison's discarded t-shirt and shorts.

There is no body,

no evidence of a struggle.

No proof of a crime even committed.

Just a boy with an innocent crush.

- That's some theory you got goin' there

but what you're forgettin' is

we have a signed confession.

He confessed...

- You mean a confession

that you obtained with your deputy

without an attorney present?

That confession?

- I don't, I just want my dog.

Please.

- It's locked.

Come on. - No!

- Come on, Tiger.

There's nobody that's comin' here, Tiger.

You went over to Allison's that night, didn't ya?

She was upset.

You just wanted to make her feel better, huh, Tiger?

- I did.

- You wanted to kiss her, didn't you?

You didn't mean to hurt her, Tiger.

But you did.

- Nothing further.

- The court recognizes Mr. Reggie Huntley

to make his closing argument on behalf of the state.

- I know it's hard to accept.

But we all know

it is the painful truth.

Sometimes people live double lives.

A pleasant,

even kind-hearted young man,

nice,

well-intentioned on the outside,

a lovable friend of this, this little town.

But then,

inside,

deep inside there are hidden,

frightenin',

ungovernable urges that

we never really knew about.

Desperate, savage feelin's that sometimes

just erupt.

And then it's too late.

Ladies and gentlemen, Tiger Mitchell

had a secret life

fueled by sexual urges.

He is not the innocent man-child he appears to be.

And now it's time to tell the truth.

When you convict Mr. Mitchell

for murderin' Allison Blevins,

you will send a crucial, necessary message

that all lies must be revealed

and that truth, even painful ones,

must prevail.

- Mr. Franklin, you may make your closing argument

on behalf of the defendant.

- Fate.

Fate brought me here to this little town.

Then I got to know the fine people of Juniper.

And they accepted me for, for who I am.

But there's been only one person

who's affected me more than any of them.

That's Tiger Mitchell.

Tiger Mitchell is everything good and true

you celebrate.

Rare enough to find it in yourself.

That's why the very idea,

the very idea of him causing the death of Allison Blevins.

It's just not possible.

It's not possible.

So he was frustrated that he couldn't get a girl.

But to think that his frustration

would lead him to,

to kill?

To kill someone?

You ask anyone who knows Tiger.

Tiger was threatened,

manipulated, and harassed

to confess to something that he never did.

That's the real crime.

Tiger Mitchell is a good-hearted, loyal kid.

Much more deserving in life than what he's been given.

And with this lack of evidence,

we're gonna take that away from him?

So are we really gonna put a young man

behind bars for a crime that we don't even know

has even been committed?

Why?

Why, because he's not like us?

As God as my witness, I know in my heart...

that Tiger Mitchell

is an innocent man.

- Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

have you selected a foreperson from among your number?

- We have, your honor.

- And have you reached a verdict?

- Yes we have, your honor.

- Would the defendant please rise?

Mr. Foreman, please publish the verdict.

- In the case of the state of Texas versus Tiger Mitchell

on the charge of murder,

we the jury find the defendant not guilty.

- Tiger.

- I, I'm not guilty, Roy.

I'm not guilty.

- That's my boy.

- We did it.

- You're, you're my second-best buddy,

next to Buddy of course.

- Of course, Tiger.

- I knew it.

- Travelin' kinda light aren't ya, Peter?

- Oh, yeah.

Just a little dirty laundry.

- Get over here.

- Okay.

- I have some dirty laundry to take care of as well.

- Come on, guys, don't ya have anything better to do, huh?

- No.

Do you remember when you

said to our employer,

what was that?

- "I don't make mistakes."

- That.

- Well you can't win 'em all, right?

- Yeah, well tell that to Sonny.

- Miss Smith sends her regards.

What a shithole.

Say goodbye to God-forsaken Texas.

- I got him.

- You want him, come and get him.

I could take out half these rednecks myself.

I got the other half.

- That's what you get for messin' with Texas!

- Good shot, Roy.

- Damn straight.

- Anybody else want some of this redneck action?

Might wanna put those little pea-shooters down.

- You set us up.

- Y'all stepped right into it.

- Here's what's gonna happen.

You're gonna put that firearm down on the ground.

Put it down or I'm gonna put one

between your goddamn eyes.

Now!

Now you get in your fancy car

and you better drive west

and you get the hell outta here

before I put a boot in your ass so far

you gonna taste leather.

- Don't, don't mess with Mr. Frank.

He, he's my buddy.

- We're not through with you.

- You heard him.

Now get the hell outta here.

- Those are bad men, Mr. Frank.

- Yes they are, Tiger.

- Sometimes you're the moose.

- Sometimes you're the mailbox.

- I tell ya what, let's all go down to Stid's.

Drinks are on the house.

- I heard that.

- I don't know how to thank you guys.

You guys saved my life.

- Well, us rednecks gotta stick together, right?

- Just another day in Juniper, huh?

I guess I might actually write a novel.

- You should.

- I, I don't want you to go, Mr. Peter.

- I know, Tiger.

But those mean guys, they might come back.

I don't want anybody gettin' hurt.

- Where you headed?

- I'm not sure yet.

I was thinkin' start, start headin' west

and see where the road takes me, you know?

- You take good care of yourself.

I'll be prayin' real hard for ya.

- Nana, thank you.

- Thank you for takin' care of my boys.

- I'm gonna miss you, Tiger.

You take care of yourself.

You hold on to it like a tiger.

- You, you gonna come visit me sometime?

- Stranger things have happened.

Take care of your bro.

- You can count on it.

- Here.

It looks good on you.

Ain't that right, Buddy?

- I'll see you, Buddy.

- Hey, Tiger, how ya doin'?

- Hey, Mr. Joe Ralph.

- How's Buddy?

- Oh, he's, he's my best buddy.

- Lanny, look at that, we did it.

- Congratulations, baby.

- So proud of us.

- I can't wait to eat your pie.

- Lanny!

- Allison said she had never seen the ocean.

And that's when I realized

that maybe I took things for granted.

I don't know if they'll ever find her body.

Who knows if they'll ever find mine.

It's only a matter of time before I gotta pay the piper.

Miss Smith will never give up.

I'll never see Elaine again.

Now I sleep with one eye open.

At least I got to see the ocean again.

- Hey.

Where's your bathing suit?

- Left it in Texas.

- That's a very sad story.

- Ladies.

- Thank you.

- Oh hey, you again.

You must enjoy the scenery.

- It's beautiful.

- Can I get you anything.

- No, I'm good right now, thank you.

- You're welcome.

- You look like a speedos man.

- Would you give it a rest, Rose, jeez.

- Do I?

- Mm hmm.

- Can I get you guys anything else?

- Oh we're good, we are good.

We're just enjoying the view.

- Oh, that's why I work here.

- Hey, your accent.

Where's it from?

- Oh, you guys don't wanna know.

- No, it's cute, where's it from?

- Um, this little piss-ant town in Texas.

Yeah, let me know if you need anything.

- Thank you.

- Oh, excuse me.

Allison?

- Oh my God.

Mr. Frank, what are you doing here?

I mean, I, I never thought that they would pin it

on anyone, I mean let alone Tiger.

I feel horrible.

- He's okay.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Are you sure the case is closed?

He's fine, he's not goin' to jail?

- I got him off, thank God.

- Yeah.

- Listen, I'll let everybody in Juniper know you're okay.

That you're alive.

But you have to do me a favor.

Let your dad know that you're okay.

He was worried sick, he was torn up from it.

- I couldn't end up like my mom.

- You won't, you didn't.

You're here.

Just do that for me, okay?

- Is this enough for your book?

- I'm still a lawyer.

Except I'm not chasin' the money.

I learned a lot from Tiger.

- Amber, could you come help me for a second please?

- Yeah, yeah, I'll be right there.

- Amber now?

- Yep.

- I like it.

- What's yours?

- Mine?

Buddy.

Buddy Mitchell.

- Really?

- Yeah, why?

I think it fits the situation.

- Okay.

- So Malibu, huh?

- Hey, you sold me on it.

- I did.

- Cheers to Malibu.

- To Malibu.

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