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Shut up.

It's gonna be okay, Molly.

It might not be. How much further?

How much further?

Just a little bit.

God damn it!

Goddamn fucking cheap piece of shit.

Mr. Tiegerton.

Mr. Barton, good morning.

Good morning.

Yeah, hey, um, having an issue with the grain truck.

It's that dang driveshaft.

Oh, did it break again?

Yeah. So, you know, I was thinking maybe this time…

Well, you know what to do, Bradley.

That's the thing. I… I keep welding it, and it just keeps breaking.

So, I was thinking maybe we get ourselves…

Well, listen, do you need me for anything else,

or can I get back to work? Huh?

I need a new driveshaft so I can do my job properly.

Son, I've been farming for 50 years. I know it can be welded.

Unless you're a shoddy welder.

No, sir.

Well, it shouldn't be a problem then, should it?

Oh, hey, um… You know, me and the guys were wondering, uh,

if we're gonna get paid. It's been about six weeks, so…

Look, I'm working on a deal right now. I should have a lot of cash coming in.

Don't worry about it, all right?

All right, 'cause I don't want to be…

You know what? Before you go back to work, go on up to the kitchen, get yourself a cup of coffee.

I believe somebody brought some donuts this morning, too. Hmm?

All right. Yeah, I'll do that. Thanks.

SHERIFF MADISON COUNTY

Hey.

What's up, man?

Hey, uh, I know it's a work trailer, but, shit, get a Christmas tree up in here or something.

Ha-ha. Yeah, right on top of that, man.

You sure? Yeah. You, uh…

You found anything yet?

Not yet.

No?

You know why?

There's no oil in Iowa.

I fucking told you it's in the shale, all right?

Yeah.

And if I go too deep, it'll hit the…

Fuck off. I know what I saw.

Yeah. All right. Well, you didn't see enough to dump off your life savings into a rig to go look for more.

The state and the county, they pissed at you.

They sent me down here to talk to you.

What are you talking about county and the state?

It's something about you not paying your taxes in the past two years. Yeah.

Yeah.

The county auditor sent me down here.

They got me serving my friends now. This shit's fucked up.

Hmm. Yeah, well, crux of the job, huh?

You wanted to be sheriff.

All right, man. Look, I'm out of here.

Look, Jim. Look at me, man.

Me and you, we go way back.

I need you to take this shit seriously, man. Please.

I'll take it seriously.

I got to get back to work.

See you around. And don't slam the door…

Fuckin' A.

Yeah. Must be nice waking up to this every day.

Lynn! Come on in. It's time to get ready for supper.

You heard your mom. Go home.

Come here. Come here. Come here.

I told you that I don't like you playing around those ducks, okay?

Okay. Well, go in. Go in.

She was just playing.

So, um, the credit card's maxed again, so I'm gonna need cash to pay the bills.

When are you getting paid for those sows you sold?

Uh, Ted Flanery said he'd fulfill it by Wednesday, so…

Wednesday.

Hey, hey. Whoa, whoa. Hey. We should be good for a few days, all right?

Okay.

All right. It's all right.

Come in when you're done, okay?

CHAPTER I WELCOME TO WINTERSET

Whoo!

Yo.

What's up?

Nothing. Nice decorations.

Oh, yeah, you like 'em? I did 'em myself.

Oh, yeah?

Surprised you didn't fall off the ladder putting 'em up, you drunk asshole.

Oh. It's funny.

- Let's go get drunk. - No, it's not. It's not funny.

What's up, Slick?

Coop. Jim.

Whiskey me.

A Busch for my brother.

Oh, shit. Did you hear, uh, Molly May moved back in town?

Oh, yeah? No more New York City modeling?

Mm.

Guess the president put down the fucking Bronco, too.

Yeah, maybe they should've.

Thanks, Slick.

I heard she's, uh… She got in this morning.

Mm.

I think she brought her new husband with her.

Right on.

Yeah, some, uh, Italian guy.

Oh! Speak of the devil.

Cooper Langley?

Oh, hi!

Hi!

Oh, my God, Jim!

Hey, Molls.

Oh, my gosh, it's been so long!

How are you guys?

All right.

Hold on.

Everyone, this is Ned.

Hi, Ned.

Hey,

Ned, meet Cooper Langley. We went to high school together.

Ned Sicero. How you doing?

Uh, good.

And this is Jim Langley.

Ned Sicero.

Hey.

How you doing?

Nice to meet you.

Jim was my high school boyfriend.

Oh, yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, just four months in high school.

Not a big deal. Hey, welcome to Winterset.

Yeah.

Oh, my God! Slick!

Molly May.

Hi.

Whoa, look out behind you. A grizzly bear coming up.

Slick. This lovable bear is my husband, Ned.

Husband? What, are you one of the Sopranos?

Real funny, dude.

I wouldn't be wearing that out in the timber

if I was you unless you're looking for a back full of buckshot.

Oh, yeah?

Cougar!

Holy shit.

Boys!

Boys.

Cougar.

You looking at something?

No.

Hey, no. Hey, this is Ned. This is Molly's new husband.

I need you guys to come sit at a table with me.

Come on, man.

Yeah, right now?

Yeah, right now. Come on, let's go. Come on.

Hold on, hold on. God damn it. Let me get another whiskey.

Yeah. Uh, Slick, one more, please.

Same, Slick. Beer me.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Thanks, man.

All right. Let's go.

Thanks. Yeah.

So what's up?

Saw something today.

Yeah, what?

Over at John Barton's, there was a, uh, very interesting drop off.

Oh. Interesting. What do you mean?

What I mean was there was this guy walking in and out of Barton's,

carrying duffle bags full of cash.

And?

Fuck. Cougar. This isn't going where I think it's going, is it?

Where's it going, Jim?

He wants us to rob John Barton.

Right on. Let's go back to the bar.

Guys. Guys, guys, guys. Sit down.

Consider the situation, all right?

Sacks of cash that prick has stored in his basement as we speak.

And I ain't been paid in over six weeks.

None of us on the farm have.

And Coop, we all know what you've been up to to pay your mortgage.

You don't know my finances.

God damn it, Coop. When you're selling off your hogs every month,

everybody in Madison County knows your finances.

And don't even get me started with your shit, Jim.

Well, we're not thieves, man.

Me and my brother, we're not thieves. You're not a thief.

How long have we known each other?

Not long enough to rip off an old man.

Jesus.

Guys, the money, it's insured.

Okay?

How do you know it's insured?

I don't know. Well, if it's not, fuck it, he's rich. He'll make it up in a few months.

Listen, if all them bags I saw are the same, we're talking a million or more.

Oh, a million or more.

Well, that's the gold buckle.

All right. So, what are you thinking?

I can't go to jail, man.

What are you talking about?

I… I haven't figured it out yet, so I'm coming to you guys,

but I do know we got to do it fast. So, I'm saying we do this Monday.

Monday?

You want to do this on Monday?

Yeah, okay. I'll see you on Monday.

This is the stupidest shit I've ever fucking heard. All right.

Hey, Jim. Come on, man. Hey, give me…

Up on the bar.

Give me five minutes, please.

Shut up your dumb ass. Goin' to the bar.

You know…

What?

I'm really starting to see the appeal of this place.

Excuse me. Have a good night.

Fucking kidding me?

He's a character, right?

Yeah. Real character.

"12 HOURS SINCE BRAD'S DUMBASS PROPOSITION"

What the fuck?

bitch.

MADISON COUNTY SHERIFF WINTERSET POLICE DEPARTMENT

Jim.

Is this you?

Is this you? Did you put this on my fucking house?

Yeah. One of my deputies did that.

Jack.

Jim, come on now. I went and I talked to you myself.

I gave you chances. You think we like going down and putting chain links up on your fence?

- Jack, I'm fucking… I'm so close. I am so fucking close. - Jim, listen.

Yeah, you keep saying that, and there's nothing, all right?

Take care of yourself. Get your shit together. I don't want to keep on sending my deputies down there for you.

Pay your mortgage, pay your taxes, or lose your land.

It's that simple, man. Get yourself together.

I'm not trying to be a dick here.

Well, then try and be my fucking friend or something.

Where's my coffee?

I don't want to keep going down there.

I'm not gonna keep sending you down there.

That's my word, Lawrence.

♪ People say there ain't no good news ♪

♪ And it feels like judgment day ♪

Oh, God.

♪ But you'll hear sleigh bells in the distance ♪

♪ And see snow begin to lay ♪♪

Hey. Who's working on making things look so pretty?

What am I going to do with you?

I'm just hanging Christmas decorations.

You are the best.

You really love me, don't you?

More than life itself.

You should know by now.

I do.

But you know, I've been thinking about something.

What's that, sugar bear?

Uh…it's your friends, you know? Like,

I don't think they like me much. Like, at all.

Why?

Come on. Molly, you saw the other night. They were so rude to me.

No, that… that's just how they are. You just have to warm up to them.

Yeah. Well, what about that guy?

The guy with the shit all over his face? What's his story?

Who, Brad?

I guess.

Yeah, that's Brad Tiegerton. People around here call him Cougar.

Cougar, huh? Oof.

Molly, I… I just… I don't know about all this, you know? It's overwhelming.

Just open up to them.

It would mean a lot to me if you could just make friends with them.

I… I know what I'll do. I'll go back down there tonight

and I'll buy a round or something. I'll try to make friends.

Yay.

Oh shit, is that fucking Old Rip?

The ten year, yep.

Oh, where the hell did you get that?

It's been up there a long time.

Nice. How much for a shot?

Seventy bucks.

Ah.

Seventy bucks a shot.

Oh shit, you're that New Yorker guy.

Yeah. Just your friendly neighborhood New Yorker guy. How you doing?

Well, you may as well buy the bar a round of Busch for 70 bucks.

Have you ever tried Old Rip?

Can't say that I have.

Bro, you gotta try it. It's good stuff.

Bartender, two shots of Old Rip for me and my pal here, and a round a Busch for the whole bar.

Coming right up.

Yeah. Yeah?

You trying to be a big shot?

Oh, come on man, lighten up.

I'm trying to make friends here. You got your ways, and I got mine.

Attention. Everybody, round of Busch on me.

NED'S WAY TO MAKE FRIENDS

Yeah. Who's the man?

You're the man.

Now we're partying. Let's go, baby. Cheers.

See? Told you it's good stuff. It's a classic.

Yeah. Appreciate you.

Gotta show me how you do that. It's a pretty neat trick.

Chugging a beer?

Yeah, that was cool. I saw you do it the other night. Yeah. You don't break a tooth?

No, never.

Pretty badass if you ask me.

Matter of fact, bring us some more shots. Let's do it again.

It's pretty good, so I'll say.

Coming up.

Hey. Hey.

Hey.

When did it happen?

Just a few hours ago.

She just fell in?

She was playing. And, uh…

I wasn't paying attention, and, uh… Yeah, she just fell in.

Fuck.

And she fell in, and me and Pete, we ran as fast as we could, and, uh,

by the time we got to her…

How bad? How bad is it?

There's no broken bones.

Okay. Okay.

One of 'em—one of 'em bit her face.

She's gonna need reconstructive surgery.

I fucked up.

No, no.

I fucked up, Jim. I fucked up.

No, it's not your fault. It's a fucking accident. Okay?

I fucked up.

No.

I missed some insurance payments.

What?

We got denied coverage and, uh…

they bandaged her up and sent her on her way.

That's impossible. It's a mistake. You know, Abi,

she won't let you miss payments on the insurance, man. That's fucking…

Abi didn't fucking know. Abi didn't fucking know.

What do you mean she…

She saw the money withdrawn. I… I spent it at the…

I spent it at the fucking bar.

Cooper, what the fuck?

I swear. I swear to God, this is why nobody has a pig farm.

Do you hear her crying in there? Those things would have eaten her alive.

Look, I'll… I'll fix it, all right?

How? How are you gonna fix it, Cooper? Because unless you can pull $68,000 out of thin air, our daughter,

the one that we are supposed to protect, is gonna have a deformity for life.

I'll call the insurance company.

We missed three payments.

Abi, I… I'm so sorry. We'll figure it out. We can figure something out.

Jim, stop.

You boys, you are one and the same. You don't think you are, but you are.

Cooper, I'm taking Lynn.

We're going up to Mom's for Christmas.

We are not staying here.

Come with me.

CHAPTER II THE MASTER PLAN

What are you looking for?

Smokes.

Um, Coop, I've been thinking that, uh…

Hmm. Just a second, man. Let me talk.

I've been doing a lot of thinking about what Brad was talking about.

Yeah.

I'm feeling pretty fucking desperate these days.

With the money in those bags, I could pay for Lynn's hospital bills.

I could maybe save my fucking marriage.

No, Coop, I… I understand, man.

I'm gonna call him. I'm calling Brad.

I'm sorry.

Me too. I'm in.

What?

I'm in, too.

Lucky shot.

Tell me why again. Winterset. I mean, you…

you tell me about all these restaurants and fancy places in New York. Why the…

why are you out here in shithole Iowa?

Fair enough question. I'll answer you.

But first, why don't you tell me what happened to your fucking face?

What? What are you looking at me like that for? What, are you trying to scare me?

Yeah, maybe I am.

Get the fuck out of here. It's my shot, asshole.

Yeah, I was bow hunting out in Montana by myself. I hiked all the way out to this overlook.

Put down my stuff, turned around, and there's this fucking cougar just staring at me.

Not one second, I look down to grab my bow, and that motherfucker jumps me. Paw in my jaw.

You're serious?

Luckily, I had my knife on my hip, stuck in his throat. Killed it.

Dude, that's fucking crazy.

Drove myself all the way to the hospital. They bandaged me up, sent me on my way.

Listen, I… I can't even believe that. That's in… Wait, that's… that's why they call you Cougar.

Yeah, I think that's pretty obvious.

So, does that mean I can call you Cougar?

Nope.

Oh, fuck you, too.

You still haven't told me why you're here.

Really want to know, huh?

Goddamn, yes.

It's the pussy, bro. You seen my wife. Come on, you know how hot she is.

Yeah, I seen her.

And, uh, had to get away from the smoke.

Had a little too much heat in New York, you know what I'm saying?

Heat?

Yeah, like bad stuff, you know?

Like, uh, how bad?

What are you, a cop? You wearing a wire?

No. Come on, how bad?

You know. Like hitting licks, taking scores and shit. You understand?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hey, have you, uh, you ever cracked a safe?

That's a very specific question, my man.

Just wondering. Seems difficult.

Child's play. That's easy stuff.

Really? Who taught you how to crack safes?

Who taught you how to ask so many stupid fucking questions?

Come on, play the fucking game, will you?

Hello?

Oh, my God.

All right, then. No, no, I'm at the bar.

Yeah, I'll come now.

Uh, hey, I gotta go.

Where you going?

Actually, why don't you come with me?

Where to?

To a pig farm.

Nah, bro, I'm all set.

Hey, you're trying to make friends. There's a bunch of friends there.

Friends? At a pig farm?

Yeah. Come on, Mr. New Yorker, man, let's go.

These fucking backwards hillbilly motherfuckers.

Slick!

Hey!

What's up, buddy?

Hey, do me a favor. Uh, wait here in the car for a bit, all right?

I'm gonna check in on them and then I'll introduce you properly. Sound good?

Sure.

Fuck. Shit. Oh, hey. What's up, Coug?

Hey, I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry about that.

I'm here for you, okay?

Thanks, man.

Although, I'm really glad you guys had a change of heart on this.

Oh, my God. Nice transition, Cougar.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

Hey, hey. Hang on, hang on.

So, how are we gonna rob Barton? You got a master plan or something?

Oh, yeah, yeah. I mean, I mean, it might not be a master plan, but…

Hey, found us a new asset today.

What does that mean, new asset? What is that?

You remember Ned, the New Yorker guy? Molly's husband?

Yeah.

Fucking big Italian dude.

Exactly, yeah. So, turns out the guy can crack a safe.

How the fuck do you know that?

Fucking guy told me.

So?

So, he could help us.

I mean, we have a giant fucking safe to crack. Either of you guys know how to crack it?

Wait, no, hold on. You're trying to say that…

I say we bring him in.

Oh, my God, Cougar!

Absolutely not. No, no. No, fucking way.

Why not? What? What the fuck?

No way.

Why? Why not?

We're already dividing it up three ways. You wanna bring in a fourth?

Well, okay. So, help me here, okay? So if we get absolutely nothing without him,

how does that fucking work? Huh? How does that work for Lynn?

Hey, Jesus. Hey, come on. Dude.

I'm sorry. Hey, I'm sorry. Okay? Sorry.

Just… He's outside waitin' in his car right now. So I want…

You fucking brought him here?

What am I doing?

What if he fucking talks?

This is not a fucking guy who talks, all right? I mean,

he asked me if I was wearing a wire before he told me this shit.

Look, this is a fucking bad idea, Cooper.

Well, he's not a bad guy, all right? Yeah, he's… he's kind of cool.

Oh, he's fucking cool. Great.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah, he's your best friend now?

Yeah. Yeah, he's my… you know, he's out here trying to make friends.

He's my fucking friend. Fuck… fuck me.

Fine. Fucking fine. Bring him in.

Fuck it.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, guys. This is good. Hey.

Some money's better than no money, right?

Just go fucking get him.

Come on in, bro.

Holy shit. Fucking stinks out here, man.

About fuckin' time.

Oh, hey, by the way, while we're in there, you call me Cougar

so they know we're friends. One time, right? Hey, one time.

Yeah. One time. Mother fuck me.

Y'all remember Ned Sicero?

Hey, Ned.

How you doing, fellas?

Cougar here says you know how to crack a safe.

Whoa. Fuck you doin'? You can't be telling people that shit, bro.

Oh, it's okay, Ned. We, uh… we have a safe to crack.

What, you steal an ATM at the local convenience store?

No, it's a safe full of cash in someone's basement, actually.

You brought me here for that? Trying to rob somebody?

Yeah.

No, no, no, no. I didn't sign up for that.

No. Hey, hey, Coop, tell him.

I'm fucking out of here.

Hey, listen. Ned, Ned, Ned, listen. Uh, my daughter,

she got hurt real bad, and she's gonna need serious surgery.

I need your help, man.

I don't want to sound like an asshole here,

but there's a lot of people that need serious surgery.

No, no, Ned, Ned, it's… it's… it's real bad.

Yeah, I'm sure it's real fucking bad, but that's not my fucking problem.

I didn't come here for this shit.

Ned, stop, please.

No, Cougar, you fucking stop. There, I said it, all right?

What kind of shit is this? I'm fucking out of here, man. Give me…

Ned, Ned, wait a minute. Hey, Ned, Ned, Ned, please. Please, please, please, please.

I'm sorry. I'm so… look, look, this is my daughter, all right?

She's fucking five years old. It's her face. She's gonna be fucking deformed. Please help.

It's her face, Ned.

What do you want me to do?

We just thought… look, look, there's a safe that we can't get in without you, all right?

Who the fuck you trying to rob?

John Barton.

He's a multimillionaire farmer.

Yeah, he's a prick. He can afford it.

We'll cut you in. Four ways, equal parts.

What kind of money we talking?

I'm not sure, but I'm… I'm thinking over a million.

Over a million?

Yeah. Come on, man. Look.

That's your baby, huh?

Yeah.

Please, man. Look at her. We can't do this without you.

Please.

All right.

But not a fucking word to anybody. And if Molly May finds out about this…

Mm-mm.

I'm declaring war on everybody.

Mm-hmm. Yeah, for sure.

You get it?

Does that mean you're in?

You in?

Yeah, I'm in.

Fuck yeah, dude.

All right, all right.

Hey, get some beers. Get us some beers. All right, let's plan this out, okay?

All right. So first things first, I think we gotta get a map of Barton's property.

No, no, no, none of that shit. Not for me, bro. I'm sorry. That's where I draw the line.

Hey, get…

You must have something else.

Get him something from…

Maybe we shouldn't be having drinks while we're trying to plan the fucking job.

How many Buschs have you had?

I'm gonna fucking stop now, aren't I, Cougar?

Get him something.

Uh… this is Italian.

Give me the fucking wine.

Right. So guys, first things first, we need to map out Barton's property so you guys know, you know,

where to go, when to go there. So, we should draw it on something.

All right, you got something to write with? Something to write on?

Hey, you guys hungry? You want to get pizza? I'm hungry as shit.

Yeah, I want pizza. See if they got lasagna, will you?

Actually, it's a gas station, so they don't have lasagna.

A gas station?

It's good, though.

It's good, though.

Hey, Jimmy, it's Cougar. Hey, yeah, can we get two extra-large pizzas?

Pepperoni with… you guys want sausage, too?

Hell yeah, load it up.

Yeah, pepperoni sausage. We're at Coop's shed.

Fuck, is this a fucking sleepover?

Yeah, cash. All right, buddy. Thanks. Yeah, let's go.

CASEY'S

All right, here's the game plan. So, we're gonna pull into

Barton's property. You're gonna see it's got a fork there.

We're gonna stay straight and then move into between these silos that's there, all right?

Ned, you're gonna stay back here with the car at first. Then us three, we're gonna move this way, all right?

We're gonna move this way, and then this pepperoni here,

this is the basement door, and that's where we're entering, okay?

What's the crust?

Crust is just crust.

Wait a minute. When are you guys gonna do this anyway?

We gotta do it tomorrow night.

Why tomorrow night?

Well, for one, we gotta do it while the money's still there.

I know for sure Barton is taking his family to the rodeo tomorrow night.

So, ain't gonna be back till, what, 10 or so?

Yeah. So, um, get there 8:00, 8:30. Is that enough time for you to do your thing?

I could do that.

Okay, uh, and equipment-wise, do you need a saw or drill of some sort?

Drill and a saw? Listen, just leave that part to me, will you?

Yeah, I don't know if you need… Yeah.

No. I appreciate it, but that's my end of the deal.

All right.

And furthermore, I have a special request, if I may.

Sure, yeah.

Can I not be this fucking guy who's on his knees?

Can I at least be… I thoroughly prefer to be this cool fighter jet, if anything.

Yeah. Okay.

Flies in to save the day.

Yeah, yeah, okay. You're the fighter jet, and then tomorrow

I'm gonna get the alarm code while I'm at work, all right?

Hey, man, we can't fuck this up, all right?

I know.

Yeah, I can't go to fucking jail, man.

Jail? What about getting shot?

What?

God damn it, Ned. No one's getting shot, all right?

Bro, where I come from, you bust in somebody's fucking house,

your ass is getting shot.

No one's gonna be home, all right? Look, okay, so I'm gonna pick you both up,

and then we can all meet here and ride over in one vehicle. I think we should take my truck,

because if anyone says they saw it, I'll just say I work there and I forgot something, all right?

Listen to this guy, with all the great ideas.

Yeah. All right? That… does it work?

If you say so. But wait a minute. One question.

Yeah.

What was the fucking pepperoni again?

Basement door.

in the basement.

Ding dong.

The basement door. So, the money's behind the pepperoni.

Yeah, got a code for the…

A code for the pepperoni.

There's a code on the other side. You know, just behind the pepperoni.

You just ate the code. We're probably gonna need that.

"36 HOURS SINCE BRAD'S GENIUS PROPOSITION"

Okay.

Hey. Hey.

Okay.

Hey.

Say goodbye to your dad.

Bye, Dad.

Goodbye. I'm sorry I won't get to see you until after Christmas.

Is that okay? I got a lot of work to do here at the farm.

Okay.

Okay.

Yeah, he can't come this year.

All right.

All right.

But you have a good time with Grandma, okay?

Okay.

Go ahead.

And I will call you on Christmas, okay? Yeah.

Tell him, don't forget.

Don't forget.

I won't forget.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

All right, we're gonna go.

You be good, okay?

I love you.

I love you.

Mr. Tiegerton, what can I help you with?

I'm so sorry, sir. It's just an emergency bathroom break.

Would you mind terribly if I used your guest bathroom?

Yes, I do mind. I'm with my family.

Use the latrine in the shop. Hell, y'all made me build you one. Use it.

John, be kind.

Uh… the toilet in the shop is backed up, sir. Otherwise, I'd have used it.

Since my wife insists. Just a second, boys.

Are you gonna be longer than 30 seconds?

I think so, yeah.

8

7

6

5

Thanks.

GOT THE DUCKING CODE!

FUCKING*

IT'S 1955

Appreciate that, sir.

Hey, baby.

Hey, baby.

Take your Ambien yet?

I wasn't going to, actually.

But, uh, don't you got a big day tomorrow with that interview?

You want to get a good night's sleep, don't you?

Yeah, maybe you're right.

Yeah. You'll wake up refreshed.

Okay, sugar bear.

There you go.

Here, baby. Here's my water.

Thank you.

You're welcome. Actually, give me one, too, will you?

Yeah?

Yeah.

You want to par-tay?

Hell yeah, I want to par-tay. Let's do it.

Okay. Here.

Now you're talking.

Cheers.

Cheers to you.

There you go.

Good night, baby.

Good night, beautiful.

Yee-haw!

You did this to yourself, you dumb fuck. You drunk motherfucker.

Make it right. Make it right. Make it right.

Get up the road a little bit, then I'll close the door.

You ready?

First heist?

Yeah, how could you tell?

Um, you asked me if I'm ready.

What about asking you if you brought a gun? Is that a rookie question?

Yeah, but it's a fair one.

And no, I didn't bring a fucking gun.

We're literally just cracking a safe.

Wait, don't tell me you brought a fucking gun.

Maybe.

Jesus Christ. Where is it?

Under your seat.

Oh, God. This guy's gonna blow my fucking nuts off.

Uh, hey. Uh, you don't have to do this if you don't want to.

No. I want to. I want to do this.

No, man. That's my kid. It's my problem. You don't need to risk your life.

I need the money, too.

Come on. Come on, man. Why?

Because they're taking everything from me.

Um, the trailer, the rig, my land.

So, I need the money, too.

I'm not finding anything.

I guess I wasn't as close as I thought.

All right.

Yeah.

Okay.

Yeah, they're here.

All right, fellas. Everybody take out your phones,

shut them off, then leave them on the table.

We don't want any problems with GPS or anybody tracking our moves.

Hmm.

You ready to do this?

Yeah.

Let's fucking go, huh?

All right.

GAME TIME

Come on, fellas. Let's get this done.

Time to go to work.

There's no one that's gonna see us here?

No.

All right, Ned. You take this walkie and stay in the truck.

If you see lights coming through them silos,

you can see them, but they can't see you, so let us know, all right?

Hey. Let's have some fun. Relax.

Boys, let's go.

Okay. Hopefully this…

Oh, shit. Fucking worked. Nice.

God damn. John Barton's personal bar?

Yeah, fucking prick.

You fucking guys focus. Let's go. Let's go.

Come this way. This way. It's right back here.

What the hell did I tell you?

Shit.

Call him. Call him.

Ned, you there? Over.

Ned, yeah, copy.

Get in here.

I'm on my way. Fuckin' guys.

Where is he? The fuck is he?

In the grand scheme of things, this is a very cheap safe.

Yeah. It's gonna be easy.

Someone's gotta… be on the lookout. Someone's gotta watch out.

Yeah, yeah. Hey, Ned, give me your walkie.

I left it in the truck.

What the fuck? Why?

I'm working here. Send somebody to get it.

Okay. Yeah. Jim, you take my walkie. I'll keep lookout.

Forget to take the walkie.

How long does this normally take?

Shut up.

You kidding me? Give me some room here.

I just don't know what's the fucking time frame, Ned.

Just fucking chill.

Fucking chill.

Fucking rookies.

Shit.

Oh shit.

Fuck.

Hurry the fuck up, Ned!

Shut the…

Fucking work faster.

I'm gonna work faster on your fucking jaw.

Just fucking go in.

Well, that was fun, huh?

Sure was.

You ready to ride a bull on the next one?

Yeah, absolutely.

Last one. Come on, baby. Come on, baby.

Piece of cake.

Whoo!

Guys, guys!

LeRoy, go grab me my guns.

Guys, they're fucking home.

Fuck. Fuck.

Move, son.

LeRoy. LeRoy.

Get in, get in, get in, get in, get in, get in, get in, get in.

Go, go, go.

Hey! Stop!

Go, go, go, go. Get the fuck going.

Oh, shit.

Go! Get the fuck out of here!

Get in the truck!

God damn it!

Shit.

Oh.

Oh, shit, boy. You see this.

Fucking cunt. God damn it. Go!

You hit anything?

I don't think so.

Oh my God. No. Nooo.

Sons of bitches. Get in the fucking house.

Who the hell are you calling?

I'm calling 911.

Put the phone down.

Why?

John, why?

Your dad has people to handle this kind of thing. Put that up.

Yes, sir.

John, what? What people?

Just a minute.

What are you talking—John!

Just a minute.

John, are you serious?

Dad, what the hell's going on?

Did they take anything?

No, no, no, no. They didn't take anything.

Why don't you boys go on to your room, huh? Everything's gonna be okay.

John. What's going on, John?

You're gonna need to trust me on this one, Muriel.

I do.

So listen. The truth is, whoever that was, they took something very valuable.

I thought you said they didn't take anything.

Well, I didn't want to say anything in front of the boys.

But, yeah. They took some important stuff.

Stuff that involves other people. Scary people.

Look, just… I gotta get that back before they find out.

Take the boys up to Minnesota. Stay with your mom.

What are you talking about? It's Christmas.

I know that, but… it's not important right now. Just trust me.

Okay.

It's gonna be okay.

Go get ready.

What the fuck do we do? What the fuck do we do?

I don't know! I don't!

I'm calling Jack.

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

He's right. He's right. If you call Jack we're fucked, we're all fucked.

Then what do we do? What do we do… what do we do about fucking Ned's body?

Uh, backhoe. Backhoe.

The backhoe. All right? We were digging trenches last week.

The backhoe's still out there.

What, bury him? What the fuck is wrong with you?

What the fuck else do we do, you fucking mastermind? Huh? You got any fucking ideas?

I haven't heard shit out of you.

Jim? What do we do, man?

I don't know.

The keys are still out there.

I swear to fucking God, if you mention that backhoe again!

You should give a shit about this! He's a human being!

I do give a shit! I do give a shit!

Dumbass! But I give a shit about my family more. I ain't your fucking goon.

I'm gonna fuck you up!

Fucking leave him alone!

Motherfucking guys! Fuck you both! I swear to God.

Hey. Look, look, look, look. Hey.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Look, I'm not a fucking robot, all right?

I'm scared shitless. But I don't know what… I don't know what… we don't have a fucking choice.

We call the cops, we're fucking done. We're fucking done!

We're not bad people. We're just in a… we're in a bad situation.

Guess we should open these bags.

It's for Ned.

Jesus, Cougar. Just open the bags.

Fuck.

Is that drugs?

What the fuck are we supposed to do with that?

How the fuck am I supposed to know?

Open the other bag. Open the other fucking bag.

What the…? What in the fuck?

Yeah, those are definitely fucking drugs. You fucking dumbass.

Yeah, no shit it's fucking drugs. What the fuck?

Where's the fucking cash?

Well, where… where are the other bags?

There was only two bags.

No, no, there was… there was four bags in there…

I was in the fucking safe. There was two fucking bags.

Where the fuck are the other… I saw the cash.

Why the fuck would Barton have drugs? What the fuck?

I don't fucking know, but there were two bags.

What the fuck? Why would Barton have drugs? What the fuck? Why is he…

where the fuck is the cash? What do we do with this shit? Oh fuck.

We gotta get rid of it.

Cause whoever this belongs to is gonna come looking for it.

Ah, fuck this shit. I'm fucking outta here.

Where the fuck you going? Where the fuck you going? You dumb fuck!

Fuck!

Jim, this is Molly. I got your number from somebody at the bar.

They told me that they saw Ned leave with Brad the other night.

So, I don't know. I just… I think that maybe he knows something.

So, I just, I need his number right away. Just call me back. Call me back when you get this.

CHAPTER III A WOLF IN THE HENHOUSE

48 HOURS AFTER THE HEIST

Hey.

You good?

Yeah. Yeah. You?

Yeah. Her mom called first thing this morning.

All right.

Hey guys. Thanks for coming.

Yeah.

Uh, where's Molly?

She's upstairs with Mom.

I am so glad you guys are here. It's been freaking chaos today.

How's Molly doing?

She's a freaking wreck.

Yeah?

But it's not like that guy screamed faithful to me anyway.

Yeah.

Hey, Molls. We're so, we're so sorry.

If there's anything we can do.

Okay. Uh…

Tiegerton. Morning.

Morning, Mr. Barton. What's up?

I was about to ask you the same thing.

Why?

Nothing really.

Just curious if you seen or heard anything suspicious around town.

Around town? No. Why?

People came here last night and took something valuable that didn't belong to me.

You heard any rumors or anything?

Nothing comes to mind. Why? What'd they take?

Valuables.

Okay. Well, I haven't heard anything, so…

All right. I'll let you give back to work.

Yes, sir.

Yeah, I mean, no, everything's fine.

I'm glad to hear y'all made it okay.

How's the folks?

That's great.

Listen, hon, I'm… I'm gonna have to jump off here.

Yeah, I love you too.

Levi!

What's up, boss?

Give me your walkie.

This is Barton. We're gonna call it an early day.

Y'all go on and get on out of here. Go on.

Wrap it up, Levi.

All right, man.

Yeah, that was a good one.

Mr. Wolf. Good to see you.

How are you?

Well, I've been better.

What's going on?

Listen, uh, about your cargo, it's, uh… we're having a little issue with it.

Little issue?

Yeah. It's gone missing.

Let's go in and talk about the little issue.

Yeah. Get warm.

Yeah, I've just mainly been, you know, out in the fields, working with the oil rig.

I didn't even know there was oil in Iowa.

Yeah, you know, you know…

So, you obviously know Molly.

Uh, how well do you know Ned?

Uh, not good. Um, but…

Hey.

Hey. Yeah, hey, uh, whoever's shit that belongs to?

Yeah, he's… he's here to get it.

Uh… yeah, we're heading back to the farm.

We'll, uh, we'll meet you there.

Very interesting.

Yeah, so, yeah, just mainly…

Hey, we gotta go.

Yeah, okay. Uh, thanks. Yeah. Sorry.

Okay. I'll see you guys around.

Sorry.

Huh.

Oh, shit, guys. Oh, shit.

What… what'd you see?

Some scary-looking dude with a gun getting out of a square-body truck.

What'd he do?

He took John Barton into his house at gunpoint.

I think, uh, the best thing, uh, we can do is just go back to normal,

just live our lives like nothing happened.

What about Ned?

What about us, man?

Yeah, if this guy's going after Barton, maybe he's gonna come after us next, okay?

How are they gonna find us?

I don't know how, but it just might happen, okay?

We gotta be smart about this.

Okay. Well, what do you think?

We should split the bags up?

What, do you want one?

What? No, I don't want any of that shit.

No, it's a good idea.

Yeah, split the bags up.

Yeah, split the bags up. Okay, um, I'm gonna…

I'll take this one to my trailer.

The other one stays here.

Yeah. Uh, I'm gonna go to my field.

Well, I'm just gonna stay here and get fucked up, if that's all right with you.

Give me a beer.

If you see anything, you let me know right away.

Okay.

You see that truck you fucking call me, okay?

All right, yeah.

And don't get too wasted.

All right.

Both of you.

Can you grab me one?

Please…

Please stop. Please!

I told you I know who robbed me.

Wow. A lot of nice stuff here, pal.

Bet you have some nice parties down here.

Macallan 50. Wow.

You're making too much money.

I saw this on the Antique Roadshow.

Hundred grand for this.

One hundred thousand dollars.

You thirsty?

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

No? You look thirsty. Dehydrated.

Please stop. No!

Please.

I told you. I told you.

I told you.

Where's the bags?

Where's my bags?

Brad Tiegerton. He's got 'em. He took them.

Who's Brad Tiegerton?

He's one of our farmhands.

He's got a scar on his face from a wildcat.

Where is he?

Where is he?

These bags are my responsibility.

If I show up without them they'll think I took 'em.

Oh, no, no. Please stop.

I told you who took them.

I know. Brad Tiegerton took them.

Was he by himself?

No, there was… there was three other guys.

They were wearing masks.

I couldn't see.

Okay, that's four. Who's he hang out with?

Uh… Oh, oh, no.

Who's he hang out with?

Cooper.

Cooper. He owns a pig farm just east of here.

I—I've never met him though. I don't know him.

That's two. Who else?

I don't know.

You don't know.

Please.

Please.

I don't know.

No!

MADISON COUNTY SHERIFF WINTERSET POLICE DEPARTMENT

Afternoon, Jack.

What's going on, Lawrence? How you doing?

I won't keep you long.

you know Jim Langley, right?

Yeah, why?

Well, when I was talking to him and his brother, um, Connor?

Cooper?

Cooper, yeah.

they just, uh… Something seemed weird.

Well, how do you mean?

Just like a gut feeling, you know?

Like the way that they were responding, and it was weird.

All right. Well, you know I can't make no arrests off no gut feelings.

I know, I know,

but I just figured we could keep an eye on 'em, at least.

Have a good one.

You know… had there been cash in those bags,

I'd be getting the fuck out of here.

Why don't you?

All right, where do I go? I can't go anywhere.

You can leave.

I can't leave.

Jim can't leave.

No, neither can I. It's just….

Hey, I got some, uh, I got some weed in my truck. You want to smoke?

No, I'm good.

Fuck.

Did you get any ice? Shit!

Don't speak. Don't move.

What a day I have had.

Bradley Tiegerton.

Okay. Oh, he's close.

Are you Cooper the pig farmer?

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck you!

You'll be fine.

The heart's about an inch lower.

I think you know why I'm here.

Wow. Is that your wife?

Holy shit.

You get to fuck that?

And then you made that?

But this kid's beautiful.

She's all Mom.

How old is she, about five?

Wow. Hope she makes it to six.

I have one question for you.

And if you do not answer that question,

I will fuck your wife

while I'm choking out your little five-year-old.

Where's my bags?

Well, go get it.

Where's my other bag?

Let's find my other bag.

Stand up. Come on. You're a farmer. Tough guy.

Where are your pigs? I wanna see your pigs.

Turn around. Turn around.

I need two names.

Who was with you and Brad?

Stay with me. Stay with me.

You know what's on the line, right?

Dead… my brother and Ned.

Who's your brother? Who's Ned?

My brother Jim and Ned.

He's dead. He was shot and he's dead.

Where's the body?

We… we buried him in the back with the backhoe.

Look at me. Look at me.

Who's got my other bag? Jim or Brad?

Who's got my other bag?

Brad or Jim? Are you gonna tell me?

Brad Tiegerton.

You better be fast.

You're losing a lot of blood, Brad.

I killed a cougar with my bare hands, so you don't scare me.

Did he shoot you first?

Where's my bag?

I don't know. Just fucking kill me.

You're already dead.

COOPER

Hey, it's Coop. You know what to do.

COUGAR

Hello? Jim, right? How are you, Jim?

Who… who is this?

Yeah. Hey, Jim. You have my shit.

Yeah.

Yeah, I need my bag.

You just give me my shit, and then you walk away. We call it a day.

Okay.

It's just a crazy day.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

Bring my bag.

One hour, John Wayne Drive, in front of the Iowa Theatre.

Uh, got it. Got it.

Okay, thank you.

JACK BARNES

What can I do for you, Jim Langley?

Jack, I need your help.

What you got into now, man?

I have a stolen duffle bag of drugs,

and I have to hand it over to a hit man, or he's gonna kill my entire family.

Hey, you serious?

You gotta fucking help me, please.

I need you to meet me downtown.

And you can't dress like a cop.

What's he look like?

Do you… do you even know?

No, um… but I talked to him.

Uh, he, uh… I called Brad's phone, and he fucking answered.

Okay. When do you want me?

In an hour.

Okay. Okay. I'll be across the street from the theater.

I'll be wearing civilian clothes, but as soon as you make the handoff,

I'm gonna make an arrest. If he so much as look at me sideways,

I swear to God, I'm gonna fuck you and him up.

Thank you. I really appreciate it, man. You're my fucking pal.

Yeah, whatever.

And then there was one.

Jim, give me the bag.

Give me the bag, Jim.

It's short. Where's the rest?

Where's my brother?

Your brother's dead.

They're all dead. Where's the rest?

Jim? Jim, I need to talk to you.

- Jim, Jim, I need to know what happened to Ned. - No, no, Molly, no. You gotta go.

You gotta go. Listen, I'll tell you

- Get out of here. Get out of here. - but you better go. You gotta get out of here.

I need to know what happened to Ned.

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

What's happened to my husband?

Just fucking go. Molly, just fucking walk away right now, Molly.

Ned's dead.

Fuck. Shut the fuck up. You gotta go. Go away.

What is…

Where is the rest of my shit?

This is a fucking…

What is he talking about?

- Walk away! - Where is… where is my bag?

What the fuck does he mean that he's dead?!

Freeze! Get down on the ground!

No, no. Fucking

Get the fuck out of here!

Oh, shit.

No, no. Don't hurt her.

Shut up. Where's the rest of my shit? Where is it?

It's in my trailer. It's in my fucking trailer.

It's in my trailer. Don't hurt her.

Damn, shit.

Shut up! We're going.

Don't fucking hurt her. Don't hurt her!

Grab the bag. Let's go.

Carry it.

Oh, God damn.

Shut up!

Stand up. Come on. Drive.

You drive. You drive. You drive.

Open the door. Open it. Come on.

Get in.

Shut up.

It's gonna be okay, Molly.

It might not be.

It might not be okay.

How much further?

How much further?

Just a little bit.

God damn it.

Go get my shit, Jim.

Go get what's mine. Get my shit.

Where is it?

Where is it?

It's right here. It's right here.

Thank you.

Ah.

God damn it.

TWO WEEKS LATER

Mr. Smith, your three o'clock's here.

Abigail, thank you for coming in.

Have a seat.

This shouldn't take long.

In addition to the inheritance of your husband's land

and the farm, you and Lynn will receive James Langley's full estate.

Uh, no. That has to be a mistake. Jim didn't leave me in his will.

Well, no.

He left Cooper as his sole beneficiary,

and Cooper left you as his sole beneficiary.

Being that both are deceased, you will receive all of James Langley's estate.

That includes a home and trailer and equipment, land, and all of the mineral rights to his oil.

WINTERSET