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(dramatic music)

(Molly sobbing)

(Molly cries)

Shut up.

[Jim] It's gonna be okay, Molly.

It might not be.

How much further?

How much further?

Just a little bit.

(Molly sobbing)

(energetic music)

♪ Early in the morning when the sun does rise ♪

♪ Layin' in the bed with bloodshot eyes ♪

♪ Late in the evenin' when the sun sinks low ♪

♪ That's about the time my rooster crows ♪

♪ I got women up and down this creek ♪

♪ And they keep me going and my engine clean ♪

♪ Run me ragged but I don't fret ♪

♪ 'Cause there ain't been one slow me down none yet ♪

♪ I got people try to tell me Red ♪

♪ Keep this livin' and you'll wind up dead ♪

♪ Cast your troubles on the Lord of Lords ♪

♪ Or wind up laying on a coolin' board ♪

♪ But I got buddies up White House Road ♪

♪ And they keep me strutting when my feet hang low ♪

♪ Rotgut whiskey gonna ease my pain ♪

♪ And all this running's gonna keep me sane ♪

♪ Get me drinkin' that moonshine ♪

♪ Get me higher than the grocery bill ♪

♪ Take my troubles to the high wall ♪

♪ Throw 'em in the river and get your fill ♪

♪ We've been sniffing that cocaine ♪

♪ Ain't nothin' better when the wind cuts cold ♪

♪ Lord it's a mighty hard livin' ♪

♪ But a damn good feelin' to run these roads ♪

♪ It's a damn good feelin' to run these roads ♪

♪ It's a damn good feelin' to run these roads ♪

(energetic music)

(gentle music)

(pig grunting)

(gentle music)

(truck engine roaring)

(gentle music)

(machine whirring)

(gentle music)

(machine whirring)

(gentle music)

(truck engine roaring)

(gentle music)

God damn it!

Fuck! Cheap piece of shit.

(machine whirring)

Mr. Tiegerton.

Mr. Barton.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Yeah. Hey, having an issue with the grain truck,

is that dang drive shaft, so.

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 drive shaft 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.

You know, me and the guys were wondering

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, alright?

Alright, 'cause I don't want to

Well, 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?

Alright. Yeah, I'll do that.

Thanks.

(dramatic music)

- Hey. - What's up man?

Hey, I noticed a work trailer, but,

say get a Christmas tree up in here or something.

Aha. Yeah.

Right on top of that, man.

You should.

Yeah.

You,

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, alright?

- Yeah. - And if I go too deep,

it will hit the...

Fuck off, I know what I saw.

Yeah.

Alright, 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.

I can talk about county and the state.

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.

The shits fucked up.

Hmm.

Yeah, well, crux of the job, huh?

You wanted to be sheriff?

Alright, man.

Look, I'm outta here.

Look, Jim.

Look at me, man.

Me and you, we go way back.

I need you to take this seriously, man.

Please.

I'll take it seriously.

I gotta get back to work.

See you around,

and don't slam the door, fucking a.

Must be nice waking up to this every day.

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

Here (faintly speaking)

(faintly speaking) family.

The fuck are you doing, man.

Lock the door.

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(truck engine roaring)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(ducks chirping)

Lynn, come on in.

It's time to get ready for supper.

You heard your mom, go on.

Come here. Come here.

Come here.

Hey, hey.

I told you that I don't like

you playing around those ducks.

Okay?

Okay.

You go in, go in.

She was just playing.

So the credit card's maxed again,

so I'm gonna need cash to pay the bills.

When are you getting paid for the you sold?

Ted Flanner, he said he'd fulfill it by Wednesday, so.

Wednesday.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

We should be good for a few days, right?

- Okay. - Alright.

It's alright.

Come in when you're done, okay?

Woo!

Yo!

What's up?

Best decorations.

Oh yeah. You like 'em?

- I did 'em myself. - Oh, yeah.

Surprised they didn't fall off the ladder

for putting 'em up, you drunk asshole.

Oh.

- It's funny. - Let's go get drunk.

It's not funny.

What's up, Slick?

Who?

Jim.

Whiskey, me.

Bush for my brother.

Oh shit.

Your Molly may have move back in town.

Oh yeah.

No more New York City modeling.

She's present and put them the Chronicle too.

(laughs) Yeah, maybe they should have.

Thanks, Slick.

I heard she's,

she got in this morning.

She brought her new husband with her.

Right on.

Yeah. Some Italian guy. (Laughs)

Oh,

speaking of the devil.

Cooper Langley.

Oh, hi.

Hi. (Cooper chuckles)

Oh my god, Jim.

Hey, Mols.

Oh my gosh, it's been so long.

How are you guys?

Alright.

Hold on.

Everyone,

this is Ned.

- Hi, Ned. - Hi, Ned.

Hello.

Ned, meet Cooper Langley.

We went to high school together.

Ned Sicero.

How you doing?

Good.

And this is Jim Langley.

Ned Sicero.

- How you doing? - Nice to meet you.

Jim was my high school boyfriend.

Oh yeah.

Yeah, just four months in high school.

Not a big deal.

Welcome to Winterset.

Yeah.

Oh my God!

Slick!

Molly May.

- Hi. - Whoa.

Cow behind you.

A grizzly bear coming up.

(Molly laughs)

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.

Oh.

Cougar!

Holy shit!

Boys!

(Brad burps)

Boys!

Cougar.

You looking at something?

Nah.

Hey, no.

Hey, this is, this is Ned.

This is Molly's new husband.

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

Come on, man.

You mean right now?

Yeah, right now.

(laughs) Come on. Let's go.

- Come on. - Hold on. God damn it.

Let me get another whisky.

Yeah.

- Slick, one more time, please. - Same slick.

Beer me.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Alright.

- Let's go. - Thanks.

Yeah.

So what's up?

Saw something today?

Yeah. What?

Over at John Barton's.

There was a very interesting drop off.

Interesting.

What do you mean?

What I mean, was there was this guy,

walking in and outta Barton's

carrying duffel bags full of cash.

And?

Fuck, Cougar.

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

Where's it going, Jim?

(Jim chuckles)

He wants this to rob John Barton.

Right on, let's go back to the bar.

(Cooper laughs)

Guys, guys, guys, guys, sit down.

Consider the situation, alright?

Sacks of cash.

That prick has stored in his basement as we speak.

(Cooper chuckles)

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.

Hey, hey, hey.

And don't even get me started to 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.

Well, if it's not fucking, 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.

Hell, that's the gold buckle.

Right.

So what are you thinking?

I can't go to jail, man.

What?

What are you talking about?

I, I, I haven't figured it out yet,

that's why I'm coming to you guys.

But I do know we gotta do it fast.

So I'm saying we do this Monday.

Monday?

(Jim and Coop laughs)

You wanna do this on Monday?

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

This is the stupid shit I've ever fucking heard alright.

Hey, Jim, come on, man.

Hop on the bar.

Gimme five minute, please.

Yeah. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Shut up.

You're a dumb ass.

Go to the bar.

Get home.

What?

Really starting to see the appeal of this place.

Excuse me.

Have a good night.

Fucking kidding me. (Molly laughs)

He's a character, right?

Yeah.

Real character.

(Molly laughs)

(rooster crowing)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

Fuck!

(dramatic music)

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 fucking said.

- Jim, listen. - I'm so close.

I'm so fucking close.

Yeah, you keep saying that.

And, and there's nothing, alright.

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 trying to be my friend or something.

(dramatic music)

Where's my coffee.

I don't wanna keep going down there.

I'm, I'm not gonna keep sending you down there.

That's my word, Lawrence.

(dramatic music)

♪ People say there ain't no good news ♪

♪ And it feels like judgment day ♪

Oh God.

♪ But you hear slave bells in the distance ♪

♪ Fancy snow begin to

Hey.

Always working on,

and making things look so pretty.

What am I gonna do with you?

I'm just hanging Christmas decorations.

You are the best.

You really love me, don't you?

More than life itself.

(Molly laughs)

You should know by now.

I do.

But you know,

I've been thinking about something.

What's that sugar bear?

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. (Laughs)

Cougar.

Huh?

(Molly laughs)

Molly.

I, I just, I don't know about all this.

You know, it's, it's overwhelming.

Just open up to them.

It would mean a lot to me

if you could just make friends with them.

I know what I'll do.

I'll go back down there tonight

and I'll buy around or something.

I'll try to make friends.

Ye-hey!

(upbeat music)

Oh, shit, is that fucking Old Rip?

The 10 year?

Yep.

Wow.

Where the hell did you get that?

It's been up there a long time.

Nice.

How much for a shot?

70 bucks.

- Ah. - 70 bucks a shot.

Oh, shit, you're the New Yorker guy.

Yeah, just your friendly neighborhood New Yorker guy.

How you doing?

Hey, well, you may as well buy the bar

around the bush for 70 bucks.

Have you ever tried Old Rip?

Can't say that I have.

Bro, you gotta try.

It's good stuff.

Bartender, two shots of Old Rip for me and my pal here,

and around the bush for the whole bar.

Coming right up.

Yeah.

Are you alright?

Are you trying to be a big shot?

Bro, come on, man.

Lighten up.

Trying to make friends here.

You go your ways, when I got mine.

Attention, everybody round the bush on me.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- Who's the man? - Cheers to Ned.

Now we're partying.

Let's go, baby.

Cheers.

Whoa!

Yeah, (laughs) see, told you it's good stuff.

It's a classic.

Yeah.

Appreciate you.

You gonna show me how you do that?

It's a pretty neat trick.

Chucking a beer.

Yeah, it was cool.

I saw you do it the other night.

- Yeah. - You can.

You didn't break your 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 would say.

[Slick] Coming up.

(dramatic music)

Hey, hey.

Hey.

When did it happen?

Just a few hours ago?

She just fell in?

She just playing, (Lynn laughs)

And uh,

I wasn't paying attention.

And

yeah, she just fell in.

(Lynn screams)

Fuck.

And she fell in.

And me and Pete,

we ran as fast as we could.

And

by the time I got to her.

(dramatic music)

How bad,

how bad is it?

There's no broken bones.

Okay. Okay.

One of them, one of 'em bit her face.

She's gonna need reconstructive surgery.

(dramatic music)

I fucked up.

No, no.

I fucked up, Jim. I fucked up.

It's not your fault, it's a fucking accident, okay?

- I fucked up. - No.

(dramatic music)

I missed some insurance payments.

What?

We got the denied coverage in.

They bandage her up and sent her on her way.

It's impossible.

It's a, it's a mistake.

It's, you know, Abby, you,

she won't let you miss payments on insurance, man.

That's fucking.

Abby, didn't fucking know.

Abby didn't fucking know.

What you mean she didn't?

She saw the money withdrawn.

I, I spent it at the,

I spent at the fucking bar.

What the fuck?

I swear,

I swear to God.

This is why nobody has a big farm.

Do you hear her crying in there?

Those things would've eaten her alive.

Okay, I'll, I'll fix it, alright.

How, how are you gonna fix it, Cooper?

Because unless you can pull $68,000 outta 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.

You missed three repayments.

Abby, I'm so sorry.

We, we, we will figure it out.

- We can figure something out. - Jim, stop.

You boys, you are one in 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.

(dramatic music)

Come with me.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

What are you looking for?

Smokes.

Coop, I've been thinking that.

Hmm?

Just a second, man, lemme talk.

(dramatic music)

I've been doing a lot of thinking about

what Brad was talking about.

Yeah.

I'm feeling pretty desperate these days.

With the money in those bags.

I could pay for Lynn's Hospital bills.

I can maybe save my marriage.

Oh, Coop, I,

I understand, man.

I'm gonna call him.

I'm calling him Brad.

I'm sorry.

Me too.

I'm in.

What?

I'm in too.

(upbeat music)

Lucky shot.

And tell me why, again?

Winterset.

I mean, you tell me about all these restaurants

and fancy places in New York.

Why the fuck,

why are you out here in hole, 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.

(Brad laughs)

Get the fuck outta here.

It's my shot, asshole.

Yeah, I was bow hunting out in Montana by myself.

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 looked down to grab my bow

and that motherfucker jumps me,

paw in my jaw.

You're serious?

Luckily I had my knife on my hips.

Stuck it 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.

It's insane.

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 wanna know, huh?

God damn yes.

It's the pussy, bro.

You seen my wife?

Come on. You know how hot she is?

Yeah, I see her.

And

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,

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, yeah.

Yeah, have you, you ever cracked a safe?

It'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.

Alright then.

No, no, I'm at the bar.

Yeah, I'll come now.

Hey, I gotta go.

Where you going?

Actually, why, 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.

It's fucking backwards hillbilly mother fuckers.

Slick.

Hey.

What's up buddy?

Hey, do me a favor.

Wait here in the car for a bit, alright.

I'm gonna check in on them

and then I'll introduce you properly,

so we good?

Sure.

Fuck!

Oh, shit.

Oh, hey, what's up dude?

Hey, I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry about it.

I'm here for you, okay.

Thanks, man.

Although I'm, I'm really glad

you guys had change your heart on this.

Oh my God.

Nice transition, Cooper.

Oh, sorry, sorry.

Hey, hang on, hang on.

How are we gonna rob Barton?

You got a master plan or something?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

I mean, I mean, it might not be master plan,

but hey,

found us a new asset today.

What does that mean new asset?

What's 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 you guys know how to crack it.

Well, no hold on.

You trying to say that?

I say we bring we him in.

Oh my God, Cougar!

- Absolutely not, no, no. - Why not?

- No fucking way! - What?

- What the fuck? - No way.

Why? Why not?

We're already divided 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. Come on, dude.

I'm sorry.

Hey, I'm sorry, okay?

Sorry.

He's outside waiting in his car right now so.

You fucking brought him here?

What am I doing?

What if he fucking talks?

This is not a fucking guy who talks, alright?

I mean, he, he asked me if I was wearing a wire

before he told me this shit.

Look, this is bad idea, Cooper.

Well, he's not a bad guy, alright.

He's, he's kinda cool.

Oh, he's fucking cool.

Great.

- Yeah. - Oh yeah.

Is 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 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.

Oh, shit.

It fucking stinks out here, man.

(Brad laughs)

It's about fucking 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.

What the fuck?

Y'all remember Ned Sicero.

- Hey, Ned. - How you doing, fellas?

Cougar here says you know how to crack a safe.

Oh, what the fuck you doing?

You couldn't be telling people that shit, bro.

Alright, it's okay, Ned.

We, we have a safe crack.

You go stealing 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.

Hey, Coop, tell him.

I'm fucking out of here.

Hey, listen.

Ned, Ned, listen.

My daughter,

she got hurt real bad

and she's gonna need serious surgery.

- I need your help, man. - Whoa,

I don wanna sound like an asshole here.

But there's a lot of people who need serious surgery.

No, no, Ned, Ned, 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 alright.

What kind of shit is this?

I'm fucking outta here, man.

Ned, Ned, wait, wait.

Ned, Ned, please, please, please, please, please, please.

- Whoa, whoa. - I'm sorry.

So look, look, this is my daughter, alright?

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?

I just thought, look,

look, there's a safe that we can't get in without you,

alright?

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.

(dramatic music)

What kind of money are we talking?

I'm not sure,

but I, I'm thinking over a million.

- Over a million? - Yeah.

Come on, man.

It's your baby, huh?

Yeah.

(dramatic music)

Please, man.

Look at her.

We can't do this without you.

Please.

Alright,

but not a fucking word to anybody.

And if Molly May finds out about this,

I'm declaring war on everybody.

Yeah, for sure.

You get it?

Does that mean you're in?

You in?

- Yeah, I'm in. - Fuck yeah.

- Alright, alright. - Alright.

Hey, get some beers.

Get us some beers.

Alright, let's play this out, okay?

Oh, shit.

Alright, 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.

You must have something else.

Get him something from that.

Hey, maybe we shouldn't be having drinks

while we're trying to plan the fucking job.

How many bushes have you had?

I'm gonna fucking stop now,

aren't I, Cougar?

Give him something from (indistinct)

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.

Alright, you got something to write with?

Something to write on to.

Hey, are you guys hungry?

You want wanna get pizza?

- I'm, I'm hungry. - Yeah, I want pizza.

See if they got lasagne will you?

Actually, it's a gas station.

So they, they don't have lasagne.

A gas station?

It's good though, yeah.

It's good though.

Hey, Jimmy, it's Cougar.

Hey, yeah, can we get two extra large pizzas, pepperoni?

You guys want sausages too?

- Hell, yeah, load it up. - Yeah.

Pepperoni, sausage.

Is this a fucking sleepover.

Yeah, cash.

Alright, buddy. Thanks.

Yeah, let's go.

(tires squeaking)

Alright, here's the game plan.

So we're, we're gonna pull into Barton's property.

You're gonna see, it's gonna park there.

We're gonna stay straight

and then move into between the silos that's there, alright?

Ned, you're gonna stay back here

with the car at first,

then us three, we're gonna move this way, alright?

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 a crust.

Doesn't matter.

When are you guys looking at 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's taking his family

to the rodeo tomorrow night.

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

Yeah.

So get there.

8:00, 8:30,

is that enough time for you to do your thing?

I can do that.

Okay.

And equipment wise,

do you need a saw or drill of some sort?

Drilling or saw?

Listen, just leave that part to me.

Will you?

I, I just, I don't know if you need.

No, I appreciate it but.

That's my end of the deal.

Alright?

And furthermore,

I have a special request if I may.

Sure. Yeah.

Can I not be this fucking guy, he's on his knees.

Can I at least be,

I thoroughly prefer to be this cool fighter jet,

- if anything. - Yeah. Okay.

(Ned imitates flying jet)

That flies in to save the day.

Yeah, yeah, you're okay,

You're the fighter jet.

And then tomorrow I'm gonna get the alarm code

while I'm at work, right?

Hey, man, we can't fuck this up, alright?

I know.

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

Jail, how about getting shot?

What?

God damn it, Ned, no one's getting shot, alright?

Bro, where I come from?

You busting somebody's fucking house,

your ass is getting shot.

No one's gonna be home alright.

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 worked there and I forgot something, right?

Listen to this guy, all the great ideas.

Yeah.

Alright?

Does that this work?

If you say so,

but wait a minute.

- One question. - Yeah.

Where was the fucking pepperoni again?

- Basement door. - Door to the basement.

Ding dong.

The basement door.

So the money's behind the pepperoni?

Yeah.

He's got a code for the.

A code for the pepperoni.

There's a code on the other side.

(Ned laughs)

You know just get the pepperoni?

You just ate the code.

We're probably gonna need that.

(dramatic music)

Okay.

Hey.

Hey.

Okay.

Hey.

Say goodbye to your dad.

[Lynn] Bye, dad.

Goodbye.

Yeah.

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.

- Alright. - Alright.

But you have a good time with grandma, okay?

[Lynn] Okay.

Go ahead.

And I will call you on Christmas,

okay?

Yeah.

Tell him don't forget.

[Lynn] Don't forget.

I won't forget.

Okay.

- Okay. - Okay.

(Cooper chuckles)

Alright, we're gonna go.

You be good, okay?

I love you.

[Lynn] I love you.

(truck engine roaring)

Mr. Tiegerton.

What can I help you with?

I'm so sorry, sir.

It's just a emergency bathroom break.

Would you mind terribly if I use your guest bathroom?

Yes, I do mind.

I'm with my family.

Use a la train in the shop.

Hell, y'all made me build you one, use it.

John, be kind.

The toilet in the shop is backed up, sir.

Otherwise, I, I'd have used it.

Since my wife can see it,

just a second, boys.

Are you gonna be longer than 30 seconds?

I think so, yeah.

(dramatic music)

Thanks.

(dramatic music)

(phone vibrates)

(dramatic music)

Appreciate that, sir.

Hey, baby.

Hey, baby.

Take your Ambien, yeah.

I wasn't going to actually.

But

don't you go to a big day tomorrow with that interview.

You wanna 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 wanna party?

Hell yeah, I wanna party.

Let's do it.

(laughs) Okay.

Here.

Now you're talking.

Cheers.

Cheers to you.

There you go.

Goodnight, baby.

Goodnight, beautiful.

♪ It's your one way ticket to midnight ♪

♪ Call it heavy metal

♪ Higher than high, feelin' just right ♪

♪ Call it heavy metal

♪ Desperation on a red line

♪ Call it heavy metal noise

(suspenseful music)

You do this yourself, you dumb fuck.

You mother fucker.

(dramatic music)

Make it right.

Make it right, make it right.

(dramatic music)

Get up the road a little bit,

then I'll close the door.

(suspenseful music)

You ready?

First heist.

Yeah. How could you tell?

Well, 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 never bring a fucking gun.

We're literally just cracking a safe, running out.

Wait, told 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.

Hey,

you don't have to do this if you don't want to.

- No. - Yeah.

I want to, I, I wanna do this.

No, man, that's my kid.

It's, 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.

The trailer, the rig, my land.

So I need the money too.

(gentle music)

I'm not finding anything.

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

Alright, yeah.

Okay.

(dramatic music) (truck egine roaring)

They're here.

(dramatic music)

All right, fellas.

Everybody take out your phones,

shut 'em off and leave them on the table.

We don't want any problems with GPS

or anybody tracking our moves.

Hm?

You ready to do this?

Yeah.

Let's fucking go, huh?

Alright.

♪ Down the

Come on fellas, let's get this done.

Time to go to work.

(truck engine roaring)

(dramatic music)

♪ Now drink

♪ There's the old day knocking the break ♪

♪ They only try for lost time

No one's gonna see us here.

- No. - Okay, let's go.

Alright, Ned.

When you take this walk in, 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.

Alright?

Hey, have some fun.

Relax.

Boys, let's go.

Okay.

Hopefully this.

Oh, shut the fuck up.

Nice.

(alarm beeping)

[Jim] God damn.

John Barton's personal bar.

[Brad] Yeah, prick.

[Jim] Focus.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

[Brad] Come this way.

[Cooper] This way.

(dramatic music)

[Brad] Come on.

How would I tell you?

[Jim] Shit. (Chuckles)

(dramatic music)

Call, call him.

[Brad] Ned. You there over?

Ned here, copy.

[Brad] Get in here.

I'm on my way.

Fucking guys.

(suspenseful music)

Where is he?

(suspenseful music)

Where the fuck is he?

(suspenseful music)

The grand scheme of things.

It's a very cheap safe.

(Cooper laughs)

Yeah.

It's gonna be easy.

(dramatic music)

[Cooper] Someone's gotta do a look out,

Someone's gotta watch out. - Oh, yeah, yeah.

Hey, Ned, gimme a walkie.

I left it in the truck.

The fuck. Why?

I'm working here.

Send somebody to get it.

Okay, yeah, Jim, you take my walkie.

I'll keep look out.

Forget the dick, I'm walking.

How long does this normally take?

- Shut up. - You kidding me?

Gimme some room, man. - What's the time frame, Ned?

Just fucking chill out.

Fucking chill.

Fucking rookies.

Shit.

(suspenseful music)

Oh, shit.

(truck alarm beeps)

Fuck!

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

Hurry the fuck up, Ned.

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful tense music)

Fuck you, work faster!

I'm gonna work faster on your fucking jaw.

[Cooper] Just cool it.

(suspenseful music)

Well, that was fun, huh?

Sure, it was. (John laughs)

You ready to ride a bull in the next one?

Yeah, absolutely.

(suspenseful music)

Come on, baby.

Come on, baby.

(suspenseful music)

(Cooper laughs)

Piece of cake.

(suspenseful music)

(Cooper laughs)

Guys! (Radio crackles)

(suspenseful music)

Shh, shh.

(suspenseful music)

Leroy, go grab me my gun.

Guys, they're fucking home!

Fuck!

Fuck!

(suspenseful music)

John.

Leroy!

Leroy.

(suspenseful music)

(truck engine roaring)

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

[Ned] Oh, fuck go.

Hey!

Stop!

[Ned] Come on. Come on.

- Let's go. - Fucking go.

(gun fires)

- Shit! - Go! Go! Go!

Get the fuck out of here.

(gun fires)

Shit!

(gun fires)

Shit!

Fucking Brad!

God damn it it go!

(gun fires)

(suspenseful music)

(gun fires)

(Brad screams)

Hit anything?

I think so.

Oh, my god! (Screams)

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.

Sir.

John, what, what people?

- Just a minute. - What are you talking?

- John? - Just a minute.

John, are you serious?

(dramatic music)

(John panting)

Dad, what the hell's going on?

[Muriel] Did they take anything?

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

Weren't you boys going into 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.

(dramatic music)

It's gonna be okay.

Go get ready.

(dramatic music)

Fuck.

What the fuck do we do?

What the fuck do we do?

I don't know. I don't.

(suspenseful dramatic music)

I'm calling Jack.

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

He's right. He's right.

[Cooper] You called Jack, fuck bro, fucked.

(suspenseful music)

And what do we do?

What do we do?

What do we do about fucking Ned's body?

Backhoe.

Backhoe.

The backhoe.

Alright.

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.

Oh, you got any fucking ideas?

I've heard shit outta you.

Jim.

What do we do, man?

I don't know.

The keys are still out there.

I swear to fucking God,

if you mentioned 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.

Dumb ass, but I give a shit about my family more.

I ain't a fucking goon.

I'm gonna fuck you, man.

Leave him alone.

Fucking you guys.

Fuck you both!

Hey, fuck, look, look, look.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Look, I'm not a fucking robot, alright?

I'm scared shit less,

but I don't know what?

I don't know what

we don't have a 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.

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

(melancholy music)

(melancholy music continues)

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

Guess we should open these bags.

It's for Ned.

Jesus, Cougar.

Just open the bags.

(suspenseful music)

Is that drugs?

The fuck the were we supposed to do with that?

[Brad] Am I supposed to know?

Open the other bag.

Open the other fucking bag.

What the?

What in the fuck is this?

That is definitely fucking drugs, you fucking dumb ass!

I don't know shit this fucking drugs!

What the fuck?

Where's the fucking cash?

Where,

where are the other bags?

There was only two bags.

No, no, they're four bags in there.

I was in the fucking safe.

There was two 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?

Where's the,

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.

Fuck this shit.

I'm fucking outta here.

Where the fuck you going?

Where the fuck you going?

You dumb fuck!

Fuck!

[Molly] Jim, this is Molly.

I got your number from somebody at the bar

that you told me that they saw Ned

leave with Brad the other night.

So, I don't know.

I just, I, I picked up.

Maybe he knows something,

so I just, I need his number right away.

Just call me back.

Call me back when you get this.

(suspenseful music)

(crow cawing)

(suspenseful music)

Hey.

You good?

Yeah, yeah, you?

Yeah.

Mom called first thing this morning.

Hey, guys, thanks for coming.

Yeah,

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?

It's just a freaking wreck.

Yeah.

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

Yeah.

(Molly sobbing)

Hey, Molls.

We're so, we're so sorry.

If there's anything we can do.

(Molly sobbing)

Okay.

(Molly sobbing)

(suspenseful music)

(cow mooing)

Tiegerton.

Morning.

Morning, Mr. Barton.

What's up?

I was about to ask you the same thing.

Why?

Nothing really, just curious.

Have 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, what'd they take?

Valuables.

Valuables.

Well, I haven't heard anything, so.

Alright, I'll let you get back to work.

Yes, sir.

(cow mooing)

Yeah, I mean, now everything's fine.

And 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.

(suspenseful music)

(machine grinding)

Levi.

What's up, Boss?

Gimme your walkie.

(suspenseful music)

This Barton.

We're gonna call it an early day.

Y'all go on and get on outta here.

Go home.

Wrap it up, Levi.

[Levi] Alright, man.

(suspenseful music)

(truck engine roaring)

(suspenseful music)

(truck engine roaring)

(suspenseful music)

Mr. Wolf, good to see you.

How are you?

I've been better.

What's going on?

Listen about your cargo.

It's,

we're having a little issue with it.

What issue?

Yeah,

it's gone missing.

Let's go and talk about the little issue.

Yeah.

Get warm.

(truck engine roaring)

(suspenseful music)

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.

You obviously know Molly.

How well do you know, Ned?

Not good, but.

Hey.

Hey, yeah, hey, who's ever shit that belongs to,

yeah, he's, he's here to get it.

Yeah, we're heading back to the farm.

Well, we'll, we'll meet you there.

- Very interesting. - Yeah.

- So, yeah. - Just meeting.

We gotta go.

Yeah. Okay.

Thanks, yeah.

Sorry.

Okay, I'll see you guys around.

Sorry.

Huh?

Oh, shit guys.

Oh, shit.

What do you see?

Some scary looking dude,

with a gun getting out a square body truck?

What'd we do?

He took John Barton into his house at gunpoint.

I think the, the best thing 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 just might happen, okay?

You gotta be smart about this.

Okay, so what do you think we should split the bags up?

What? Do you want one?

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

No, it's a good idea.

Yeah, split the bags up.

Yeah, split the bags up.

Okay, I, I'm gonna, I'll take this one in my trailer.

The other one stays here.

Yeah, I gonna go to my field.

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? - Alright, yeah.

Don't get too wasted.

Both of you.

Grab me one.

(dramatic music)

(John sobbing)

Please stop.

Please.

I told you I know who robbed me.

Wow,

lot of nice stuff here, pal.

But you have some nice parties down here.

Macallan 50.

Wow.

You're making too much money.

I saw this on the Antique Road show.

100 grand for this.

$100,000.

You thirsty?

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

No.

You look thirsty.

Dehydrated.

No, please stop.

No.

Please.

I told you (grunting)

I told you.

I told you.

(John gasping)

Where's the bags?

(John gagging)

Where's my bags?

Brad Tiegerton.

He's got 'em,

he took them.

Who's Brad Tiegerton?

He's one of my farm heads.

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,

I think I took 'em.

Please stop.

(John gagging)

(John gasping)

I told you who took them.

I know.

Brad Tiegerton took them.

Was he by himself?

No.

There was three other guys.

They were wearing masks,

I couldn't see.

Okay, that's four.

Who's he hang out with?

[John] I don't know.

Who's he hang out with?

Cooper, he's own a big farm here.

I, I never met him.

No, I don't know him.

That's two.

Who else?

I don't know.

You don't know.

Please.

Please.

(suspenseful music)

No! (Gun fires)

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, Connor?

Cooper.

Cooper, yeah.

They just,

something seemed weird.

Well, how do you mean?

Just like a gut feeling, you know,

like the way that they were responding,

it was weird.

Alright.

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.

I'll be going.

(gentle music)

(gentle music continues)

You know,

had there been cash in those bags,

I'd be getting the fuck outta here.

Why don't you?

Where, where do I go?

Can't go anywhere.

You can leave.

I can't leave.

Jim can't leave.

No, how I can just.

Hey, I got some,

I got some weed in my truck.

You wanna smoke?

No, I'm good.

(suspenseful music)

(truck engine roaring)

(suspenseful music)

Did you get any ice?

Shit.

Don't speak. Don't move.

What a day I have had.

(suspenseful music)

Bradley Tiegerton.

Okay, so he's close.

Are you Cooper the pig farmer?

(gun fires)

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck you!

You'll be fine,

the heart's about an inch lower.

(Cooper sobbing)

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.

Wow.

She's all mom.

How old is she?

About five.

Wow.

Hope she makes it to six.

(Cooper sobbing)

I have one question for you,

and if do not answer that question.

I will your fuck wife

while I'm choking out

your little five-year-old.

Where's my bags?

Well go get it.

(Cooper grunting)

Where's my other bag?

(Cooper grunting)

I don't know.

Let's find my other bag.

(Cooper grunting)

Stand up.

Come on.

You're a farmer, tough guy.

(Cooper grunting)

Where are your pigs?

I wanna see your pigs.

(pig squealing)

Turn around.

Turn around.

I need two names.

Who's with you and Brad?

(Cooper grunting)

Stay with me.

Stay with me.

You know what's on the line, right?

My brother and Ned.

Who's your brother?

Who's Ned?

My brother, Jim

and Ned,

he's dead.

He was shot.

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?

(gun fires)

(Copper screams)

(suspenseful music)

No!

Brad Tiegerton.

(suspenseful music)

You better be fast.

(suspenseful music)

Fuck.

(suspenseful music)

(gun firing) (suspenseful music)

(Brad grunting)

(gun firing)

(suspenseful music)

You're losing a lot of blood, Brad.

I killed a cougar with my bare of hands

so he don't scare me.

Did he shoot you first?

(suspenseful music)

(Brad grunting)

Where's my bag?

I dunno, just fucking kill me.

You're already dead.

(suspenseful music)

(phone rings)

[Cooper] Hey, it's Coop.

You know what to do.

(phone rings)

[Mr. Wolf] 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.

Yeah.

Bring my bag.

One hour.

John Wayne Drive in front of the Iowa Theater.

Got it.

Got it.

Okay. Thank you.

(suspenseful music)

(phone vibrates)

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,

where he's gonna kill my entire family.

Hey, you serious?

You gotta fucking help me, please.

- What? - I need you,

I need you to meet me downtown,

and you can't dress like a cup.

What's he look like?

Or do you, do you even know?

No, but I talked to him.

He, uh, I, I, I called Brad's phone

and he, 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 hand off,

I'm gonna make an arrest.

If he's so much as looking 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.

(suspenseful music)

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?

(suspenseful music)

Jim.

Jim, I need to talk to you.

Molly, Molly you got to go.

Jim, you know what happen to Ned.

I just need to... I'll tell later,

you gotta go, you gotta go. - Get out of here.

- No, no, Molly. - Get out of here.

Something happened.

Just fucking go.

Molly, fucking walk away right now, Molly.

- Ned's dead. - No fuck.

Shut the fuck up.

You gotta go.

Go away.

What is?

Where's the rest of my shit?

What is he talking about?

- Walk away. - Where's my bag?

What the fuck does he mean?

Freeze!

Get down on the ground!

(guns firing)

Get the fuck out of here Molly!

(gun firing)

Shit.

Fuck!

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, you gotta hurry.

(sirens wailing)

Don't fucking hurt her.

(gun firing)

Grab the bag let's go.

(sirens wailing)

Hell yeah.

(sirens wailing)

(gun firing)

Shut up.

(gun firing)

Stand up.

You drive.

You drive.

You drive.

You drive.

(suspenseful music)

Open the door.

Open it.

Come on!

Get in.

(Jim grunting)

(suspenseful music)

(Molly sobbing)

Shut up.

(Molly sobbing)

[Jim] 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 it.

God damn it.

(Molly sobbings)

Go get my shit, Jim.

Go get what's mine?

Get my shit.

(suspenseful music)

Where is it?

Where is it?

Fuck, this way

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Thank you.

(gun firing)

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(gun firing)

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(gun firing)

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Fuck!

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(gun firing)

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Mr. Smith, you're three o'clock is 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.

No, that, 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.

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