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Piece of shit.

Expecting company, Rollins?

That's your little lady friend coming over for the night?

Huh?

Zip it, Jelly.

I ain't in the mood for your shit tonight.

Well whoever they are, I hope they brought snacks.

I'm hungry as a motherfucker, man.

Deputy Rollins?

And you are?

Soaking wet.

Freezing.

Mind if I come in?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Henderson County?

Unfortunately.

It's a little drafty in here, don't you think?

Sorry, I'm Deputy Adams.

Don't mean to drop in on you like this,

but in the current state I didn't have much of a choice.

You drove all the way out here in this storm?

Yeah.

It was coming down in sheets when I got off the bridge.

I could hardly see three feet in front of me.

The roads are about to flood, so I had to pull over.

Where are you headed?

Huntington.

Transporting a suspect.

Huntington.

Uh-huh.

That's five hours from here.

Yep.

Like I said, the roads are starting to flood.

Got the suspect.

I figured what better place to hole up than a county jail.

For the night? Is that a problem?

No, no.

I'll call the sheriff and square it all away.

Be my guest.

Good luck getting through to anyone in this, though.

Look, I'm not trying to cause any issues.

Just let me lock up my guy.

As soon as this storm clears,

I'll get out of your hair, yeah?

What kind of offender?

The violent kind.

And?

Murder.

Where's all your people?

It's just me on the weekends.

I'm new.

Just transferred from records.

So being the last man on the totem pole,

it's just me and Jelly for the weekend.

Who's Jelly?

God damn, Rollins, you lucky son-of-a-gun, you.

Henderson County, huh?

I need to spend more time down there.

That's enough, Jelly.

Is Jelly his real name?

No.

Why do you call him that?

Come on in here and I'll show you.

He's in for indecent exposure.

The sheriff wanted to get him in front of a judge today,

but the storm took care of all that.

So he's with us for the weekend.

Lucky you.

Yeah.

He likes to wiggle his, uh, you know-

Yeah.

Yeah. I got that.

So my guy, you got another cell block I can use?

What's wrong with this one?

Yeah, what's wrong with this-

Shut up. All right.

My guy don't play well with others.

Well we've got the women's block but there's issues

with the locks.

We'll put him in Block B.

How's that?

As long as nobody fucks with him.

I don't think it will be a problem.

All right.

I'll bring him in.

What the hell did you say this guy is in for?

Murder.

What kind?

The triple kind.

Twice.

What the hell is this?

That's his property.

Well, I can lock it in the cage for you, if you want.

Do you have anything to eat around here?

Don't get your hopes up.

The damn thing just eats change.

Let me try.

This is the last of it.

You were saying?

How the hell did you do that?

A woman's touch.

Do you have anywhere where I can rest my eyes for a bit?

Smart ass.

Psst.

Hey, man.

What did they get you for?

You know me, they got me for rocking out with my cock out.

You know what I mean, huh?

Guess not.

How about that fine-ass lady cop you came in here with, huh?

Man.

Rollins is a lucky dog, I'll tell you that.

Spend the night with here, whew.

Did you try anything freaky with her?

Anything?

Nothing?

Not even during the patdown?

Dude, that's like the best opportunity.

I guess not.

Hey you know, that reminds me

of a friend I had over in Granbury one time.

So get this.

He gets pulled over, right.

Apparently he fucks his way out of the ticket.

I mean, if that's true, that shit is pretty epic, huh?

Well, he was known to over-exaggerate things a little bit,

so,

you don't talk much, do you?

I get that.

Yeah.

Neither does Rollins.

I swear the guy's got a stick up his ass.

Well either way I hope you ate before you came

because apparently the kitchen is closed.

Yeah, the cook went home or some shit.

Everybody is freaked out over the storm.

Man, I tell you what,

I'm so fucking hungry I could eat my watch.

But that would be time consuming.

Nothing?

Damn, man.

You got that wrapped up tight.

Just talking to myself here, Jelly.

All alone.

Hey, man, you got any toilet paper in there with you?

You know, the stuff that they give you when you book in?

It's paper thin.

I mean mid-swipe your finger breaks through,

goes right up your ass.

You know.

Nothing?

Not even a handkerchief?

Tissue?

It's kind of an emergency.

Extra pillowcase?

Come on, man.

Help me out here.

Oh shit.

Well it ain't the Ritz.

Well like I said, everybody went home,

so we should be alone.

Welcome to paradise.

What's with all the empty offices?

Layoffs.

The county is moving all those departments

by the end of the month.

Shit. Yeah.

Well this works.

I just need to get a couple of hours of shuteye.

Wake me if anything happens.

What would happen?

On second thought, maybe I should-

No, I got it, I got it.

It's my cell, my responsibility.

Well he's my suspect.

So tell me about him.

You could write a fucking movie about that guy.

Kids.

A woman in her 70s.

It makes no difference to him.

When I found him, he was sleeping a dumpster, with nothing

on him but a knife and these.

Risperdal.

The same shit they give psychopaths and serial killers

when they're trying to calm them down for questioning.

I know what it is.

I cleaned out the infirmary last spring.

He killed six people?

Yeah.

A bus driver, a family of three and two others.

When we pulled him out of the dumpster,

brought him in for questioning, he confessed, to all of it.

Just like that? Yep.

That's strange, right?

Yeah.

I was bringing him to Huntington for his psych eval,

and that's when El Nino happened, so here we are.

Is he a rancher?

I doubt it.

No ranchers I know have that much time for killing sprees.

Like I said, he don't play well with others,

so, I don't mind staying up.

No, I got it.

I'll take care of it.

I can handle it.

Jelly and I will hold down the fort.

Jelly?

Yeah.

He's a good guy.

He just has an unhealthy obsession with his pecker,

that's all.

Okay.

Hey, do you have any paperwork I can file

for all this shit?

I ain't going out in this storm to get you damn paperwork.

Besides I'll be out of you hair before you have time

to file it.

Fair enough.

Hey, the infirmary?

They got any meds in there?

Just aspirin and mild sedatives.

Why?

I feel a cold coming on.

I'll see if I can get you some dry clothes.

No way.

You got it to work?

Magic touch.

What do you want for it?

You gonna keep your dick in your pants

while we got guests?

Fuck it.

Yeah, whatever you say, man.

Come on.

Okay. I love you, Rollins.

Yeah, I bet you do.

Don't say I didn't do nothing for you.

Love you. Yeah.

Did you really kill all those people?

Hey!

I'm talking to you.

Silence is golden.

Hey, Rollins.

What?

I've got to drop a deuce, man.

Tough shit.

I mean, it's a real code brown

over here, you know?

It's a big thumper dumper four emergency, bro.

Hurry every chance you get.

What the hell is it?

Can you hurry me out, I've got to shit.

I've got to shit real bad.

What's wrong with the toilet in your cell?

Oh nothing.

It's lovely.

Fine facilities.

There's just no toilet paper.

What am I supposed to wipe my ass with, huh?

Sit tight.

Where are you going? I'll get you some.

Hey!

Hey!

Get up!

Up!

Up!

Get up!

Hands against the wall!

Hands against the wall!

Don't move.

Stay there.

Stay right there.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Oh my God.

Get your fucking head up against the wall.

Right there.

Don't you fucking move.

Hey.

Hey, Rollins.

Rollins, what's going on?

Don't move!

You've got to talk to me, man.

Stay right there.

Don't move!

Getting a little worried over here.

You stay right there.

You stay right there!

Hey, where are you going?

Where are you going, Rollins?

Rollins, don't leave me in here with this guy.

Rollins.

What happened?

What happened?

Where have you been?

Where the hell is the bathroom in this place?

The bathroom?

Come with me.

You need to see something.

Ohhhh.

How long has he been like that?

10, maybe 15 minutes.

Singing that damn song the whole time, too.

Hey!

Hey, shut up with that.

What about the arm?

I told you, he's putting holes in it.

Didn't you search him when you took him into custody?

Huh?

Is that how they do it in Henderson County?

What the fuck is it with both of you all?

I talk to him; he doesn't say a god-damned thing.

I talk to you, you don't say a fucking thing either.

I want to hear some answers, now.

Just not here.

Whoaaa.

Shit, shit, shit.

I didn't think the smokes where that big of a deal,

given the gravity of the situation.

Situation?

The luck it took to bring that motherfucker

in after three years on the run.

Two of my guys lost their lives to that motherfucker.

I was sparing you the details earlier,

but those other two that he killed, they were cops.

Jesus.

I wasn't going to let anyone bring him in.

And I was racing the storm on top of all that,

and I just, I fucked up.

All right?

But it is what it is.

Don't tell me you never cut corners trying

to get where you're at.

Okay.

The Risperdal keeps him stable, right?

Why don't we just give it to him?

Keep him calm for the next few hours till the storm passes

and you two can get the fuck out of here.

No way. Why not?

Because that lunatic is somehow more dangerous

on that shit.

Trust me, I've seen it.

He's a fucking loose cannon.

He'd kill us all before midnight given the chance.

You don't think I can hold him another eight hours,

do you?

I didn't say that.

Yeah, you did.

Maybe not with your mouth, but you did.

Huh?

That little comment about cutting corners.

All I'm saying,

is you don't know that slippery motherfucker like I do.

Listen, I'm sorry.

All right?

I didn't plan on bringing him here.

Shit happens.

But this is what you signed up for, right?

Better than pushing record cards all day.

Either you're a deputy or you're just pretending to be.

You have to make that fucking choice tonight.

Hey, look, uh,

hey, Mr. Marlborough Man.

You know, I know you've had a busy day and all,

but your friend Jelly over has got an emergency.

Is there any chance you can roll me your toilet paper?

I'm begging you, man.

I'm in a lot of pain over here.

Oh, yes.

No, no, no, no, no.

Oh, got it.

Listen, my friend.

I don't care what Rollins and pretty coplady say,

you're a saint.

You're a lifesaver.

I love you.

I owe you one, man.

I really do.

Whew.

Oh God, oh.

Whew.

So Russell, tell me everything about him.

He wet the bed until he was 15.

That was the first sign something wasn't right.

He spent his teen years lighting things on fire.

Just any inanimate object he could find.

It was just small stuff at first,

but like any junkie, the sensation fades.

Right?

He moved on to bigger stuff.

Animals.

He used to film it, too.

You can just about guess the rest.

Impulsivity, a need for control,

sheer lack of guilt and remorse.

Plus his parents used to just think he was special.

The shrink went for it.

It's crazy how something can be right in front of your face

and you just don't see it.

Pisces?

What?

Well I read most serial killers,

they usually kind of turn out to be Pisces.

Well, what are you?

Me?

I'm a Leo.

Shit.

It's okay, it's just the breaker.

This building is over 50 years old.

Backup will come on any minutes.

How do you know?

See?

But the cell doors?

They're on a different breaker.

It should be okay as long as it stays on.

So you don't know for sure?

Shit.

Where are you going?

Oh.

You've got to be kidding me.

The day just keeps getting better and better.

Hey, Rollins?

You out here?

This isn't funny, man.

Marlborough Guy?

Anybody?

What the fuck's happening?

Oh, fuck.

He's gone.

So's Jelly.

Oh, man.

So the cell doors, they were knocked offline

because of the storm.

What about the exits?

Windows?

Doors?

Rollins, the exits?

Exit doors only open with my key.

Storm or no storm.

No one gets out of unless I say so.

All right, so he's locked in with us.

Jesus, is that a good thing?

I sure as shit ain't spending another three years

of my life tracking him down.

Shit.

God damn it.

What are we going to do?

The lines are down.

Can't call for backup.

You're sure he's locked in here, right?

That's right.

He'll be looking to kill us.

Just for the fucking inconvenience we've caused.

He won't be happy with just one body under his belt.

And he'll be looking for these.

It's his fix.

So we stick together at all times, right?

We can clear this building room by room until we find him.

Then we'll lock him somewhere

where the locks can't go offline.

Either that, or we kill him.

Kill him?

It's better than him killing us.

Yeah.

Fuck, does this place have an armory?

I got this out of the squad car.

Oh, thanks.

So this is it?

This is all the firepower you've got?

Yeah, we're a small county.

We don't have any action here.

Okay, good.

At least we know he don't have a gun.

Wait.

The hat.

The fucking knife.

Yeah, how do you think he killed your friend

in Cell Block A?

He got in when the door was knocked offline.

God damn it.

So, where do we start?

Lead the way.

Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

Are you clear?

Nothing.

It's clear.

Check that one right there.

Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

It's clear.

Clear.

It's locked.

The sheriff's already cleared out.

Check it anyway.

It's clear.

Check it out.

Here we go.

It's just mice.

It's just mice.

Fucking rats.

Oh shit, you scared me.

You scared me.

Me, too.

Get down!

Get down!

Fuck!

Are you all right?

Ah!

The fucker just cut my neck.

You'll be fine.

Did he get away?

Yeah.

We need a way to section this area off.

How the hell are we going to do that?

Can you lock this corridor down?

By hand.

Okay, do it.

I'll cover you.

We'll keep him out of this wing.

Did you see that handprint on the wall?

He's hit.

If we're lucky it will set off a trail.

Follow the blood.

All right.

That's it.

Let's do it.

All right.

That takes care of the north end and the women's block.

So he's not in any of those two places.

I locked the cage.

He can't get back in there without a key.

I'm going to try the phones again.

See if I can't get a line out.

You know it's useless, right?

Well excuse me for trying.

Better than being stuck here

with Russel Fucking Scissorhands.

Nice.

I told you.

God damn it!

It's been hours since it started raining.

They don't call it

the storm of the decade for nothing.

Where are we going to go now?

We just keep clearing the building.

It's two against one, we'll find him.

Some fucking first day.

Yeah.

You know I was about to call in.

Take the weekend to think it over.

Go to the stockyards.

Stockyards?

Yeah.

Cowboy camp.

I used to sleep there on the weekends when I was younger.

During the summer.

You were a cowboy?

Was.

Tell me why you became a cop.

What?

Why?

Just do it.

I think we have bigger fucking problems here.

I mean of all the places to go and start a life, why here?

Where am I going to go?

I was born in this town.

That's the way it is.

You start a life here, it ends the same way.

My family's been doing it for generations.

I figured being a deputy was the best thing

to do for the community.

A way to give back to something that's given so much to me.

Given so much to you?

Like what?

You know, like what?

Help me understand what you mean.

You see right through it, don't you, Adams?

I stayed for my father, family.

Truth be told, I wanted to be a team roper.

I wanted to travel.

I wanted to do anything besides grow up

and live in a shithole town like this the rest of my life.

But life finds a way of getting in front

of the things you want and makes you settle

for the things you need.

So what did your daddy think about your new career choice?

Don't matter what he thinks.

He's dead.

But he'd have done anything to keep me off of that rope.

Keep me off of the arena.

Living that life that he led.

But I fell for it, hook, line and sinker.

Why wouldn't he want you to follow in his footsteps?

Hard living.

Ain't no money in it.

Well if you don't know what you want,

you ain't never going to find it.

You'll always settle for less.

You'll wander around aimlessly wondering

how the hell did life land me here?

How do you know this?

Huh?

Your vast experience?

I was talking about you.

Not me.

Tell me.

I'm a Texas gal.

Coke really means Doctor Pepper.

Can't have the Alamo without "Lonesome Dove",

and all the roses are yellow.

I like a beer just as much as the next guy but,

Rollins, what I am ain't about valor.

I live my life like my daddy did.

His daddy before him.

Eight seconds at a time.

Only I do it with the fucking handbreak off.

Come on.

We've still got work to do.

How long have you been a deputy, Adams?

Longer than you.

Everybody's been a deputy longer than me.

Six years.

You spent half of your career chasing this asshole?

Something like that.

Ready?

Yeah.

It's the weight room.

We circled back around.

I'm right behind you.

Anything?

Nothing.

All right.

Let's knock it off the list.

You can lock the door on our way out.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What is it?

I don't fucking know, but I heard it.

Whoa!

Where are you going?

I heard someone in the hall.

Yeah, no shit.

But what did you say?

Stick together, right?

Don't tell me you're afraid of the dark.

First we check here, then we'll check there.

Okay?

Together.

All right?

Excuse me. Fuck.

Adams?

Adams!

Adams, open the fucking door!

Adams!

Adams, open the fucking door!

Adams!

Fucking bitch!

Fuck!

♫ We three kings be stealing the gold ♫

What did she tell you about me?

Where is it?

Where is it?

I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.

You don't know what I'm talking about,

you are so full of shit, your eyes are brown.

Son, I can tell when a man is lying.

I'm looking at your fucking eyes.

You are a liar.

Fuck you.

I should tell you, these work.

Where the fuck did you get those?

Huh?

What the fuck did you do with her?

Hey.

I'm asking the questions.

You are tied to a fucking chair by me.

Fuck you.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Hey, look at me.

You wanted to fuck her, didn't you?

Fuck you! Yep.

You thought you was going to fuck her.

I tell you what, you respect me, or you respect this.

Now you tell me where the fuck it is.

Right now.

Or so help me, God, you will not have blue eyes anymore,

you get me?

Okay, okay.

Okay!

Okay what? Okay.

Just get Adams.

Get Adams.

Get Adams!

Adams!

You want me to get Adams?

Get Adams. And bring her here?

She'll know what you're looking for.

Yes.

She can help you find it, man.

She can fucking help you find it.

Interesting.

Well, I guess I better go get Adams.

Okay.

Motherfucker.

Here she is, pretty boy.

Adams, stay.

All right, your boy here wants to play games,

so let's play some fucking games.

Please tell him where they are.

How about Operation.

That's fun and games.

Wait.

This is your last chance.

No.

Please don't.

Wait!

We'll give you whatever you want, man.

I still don't know what the fuck you're talking about.

Tell him where it is, Rollins.

Please, just tell him where it is.

Tell him where it is, Rollins.

Please.

What? You have to.

What the fuck are you talking about?

He's going to kill me.

Please.

Wait!

All right.

I was in records, man.

I know where everything is in this building, okay.

Okay?

Okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Yeah.

We're gonna find it.

We're gonna find it.

I just don't know what it is yet.

This bitch knows.

What?

The buckle.

What? The belt buckle.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Whoops.

You went a little heavy, don't you think?

You said make it believable.

You two motherfuckers.

You're in it together, huh?

Surprise.

Abner Outlaw.

You know him?

Of course you do.

All those nights spent at the cowboy camp.

You heard the stories, right?

I know them.

So what?

So you know that Abner could do anything in the arena.

Generation after generation of championship rodeo.

And just like all the Texas Rangers before him, he wore it

on his belt.

One buckle more than the rest.

His great grandfather's 1920 gold-plated Cow Palace.

I don't have anything to do with that.

I think you do, records boy.

He was here three weeks ago.

He came in on D and D.

He spent a night in the tank on his way

to Colorado Springs for a PRCA auction.

When he booked in, he had the buckle.

And when he checked out, gone.

Why don't you just ask him?

Hmm?

We know that it's here, record boy.

Abner had a suit against your sheriff

and this county because it was stolen here.

By who?

I've got nothing to do with this.

I'm fucking brand new.

Smart money says you know where they hid it.

Who?

Your sheriff.

Why the fuck would he do something like that?

Because Abner Outlaw's buckle, sold to the right buyer

is worth over a quarter of a million dollars.

You planned this.

You've been planning this all night.

Well he's finally catching on.

Yeah, you know what?

I've been planning this night all week.

So here's what's going to happen.

You're going to take me to the property room,

because you know where that is, right?

You know where they hide things

they don't want no one else to see.

Right?

Crazy bitch.

And one more thing.

Ah, Jesus fucking Christ!

Jesus Christ!

Why the fuck did you do that?

You crazy bitch.

Three is a crowd.

But look on the bright side,

if you play your cards right,

you might get his share.

You smell good.

So you want to have some fun?

Hey, whoa.

I said property.

This is your office.

I know that.

You think if he wanted a $250,000 belt buckle

he'd just leave it out in the open?

I'm looking for keys to the basement.

Was any of it true?

Russell?

The pills?

Jesus Christ, are you even a real fucking cop?

Russell is crazy.

Well, he was crazy.

I met him up in Reno.

He came in handy when he needed to.

He was a fucking junkie.

He'd sell that buckle in three months

and be out on the street, looking to score again.

Can't trust a guy like that.

As for me, I'm a rodeo girl.

Rodeo?

Yeah.

You and me, we have something in common.

Two peas in a pod.

I grew up on a horse farm.

I still love to ride.

Dressage, events and jumping, all of it.

The problem was, the minute the oil rigs dried up,

my daddy lost it all.

The farm.

300 acres.

The house not long after that.

The horses were all that we had left to sell,

and that's what we did.

I guess it's a no brainer.

The choice between livestock and putting food on the table.

So that's what all this is about?

Jesus.

And I thought I had daddy issues.

I traded horse trials for tie-down calf roping,

so don't you fucking tell me about issues.

Most the guys my age couldn't hang for as long as I did.

So what happened?

I heard all the same story as you.

Outlaw's stuck.

I laid the charge on breaker myself.

And you in here alone.

A deputy for all of 36 hours.

Easy to convince.

And Jelly?

Who the fuck cares?

Right?

Collateral damage.

Shit happens.

Yeah, I got it.

Now there looks like there's a reason

for both of us to get the belt buckle, huh?

Isn't that right?

Oh, no.

That buckle is mine.

You've been planning this night all week?

I've been planning this shit all month.

Oh, shit.

First night on the job, eh?

Hmm.

The rain stopped.

I guess we have a decision to make.

Not really.

I ain't going in with no partner.

Put the gun down and get on your knees.

No chance.

You have me pegged all wrong, Adams.

You don't know a thing about me.

Well I do know you're just pretending to be a cop.

Kind of like me.

You shouldn't have come here.

Fuck.

Adams!

Where are you?

Oh, Adams.

Jelly is looking for you.

Where are you, you crazy bitch?

Adams.

Oh, shit!

Die, bitch, die!

Get up.

Get up!

Against the wall.

Against the wall.

Whoa, little lamb.

You're under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you

in a court of law.

You piece of shit.

How long did it take you to learn that?

Come on, motherfucker.

Rollins.

Fucking wild animal.

Oh, Rollins.

Shut up. No, no, no.

You- Shh.

Hey, hey you don't- Shh.

Shh.

You don't have to put me in there.

Oh, no?

Why?

Why not?

No please.

Please don't put me in there- Oh, no.

You'll like it in there with

all that mumbo jumbo the fuck

you were talking about earlier?

Huh?

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

What, what?

Hey, what?

Why?

If you had- Huh?

If you had it this whole time, why did you,

why did you wait?

Why?

Well, before you killed him Jelly was my escape plan.

All he had to do was take that buckle

and meet me after my shift.

I had his charges dropped.

Fuck all that now, huh?

You trusted him?

Yeah, more than you.

Get your fucking ass in there.

Fucking animal.

Turn around.

Is that how you like it?

Shut the fuck up, you sick freak.

Turn around.

After all this is over, I suggest you get help.

All right.

If you fucking need anything, Hey!

Get your shit out of my face.

Rollins, Rollins, Rollins, Rollins,

Rollins, Rollins, Rollins.

Whew whee.

Look at that.

Just, just let me-

Is this was everybody died for?

Just let me touch it.

I just want to touch it one time.

Just let- Get your hands out of here.

It ain't much when you look at it.

It's a damn shame.

Well, adios, Adams.

Hey, hey.

What are you, what are you going to tell the sheriff?

Let me think.

I'm not.

You are.

Rollins.

You and me, you and me, we could be a team.

No, no.

You're a smart girl.

You'll figure something out.

Rollins, Rollins! Fuck you.

Fuck!

Rollins.

Rollins.

Oh, Rollins.

Hey, cowboy.

Rollins.

Give it to me.

Uh-uh.

Fucking snake.

Looks like we have a decision to make.

What do you propose?

You let me out.

Yeah?

Then we can settle it up.

50-50.

70-30.

Nope, nope.

No, no, no, no, no.

No!

I have the key.

50-50.

Fuck you.

Stay in there.

I don't give a shit.

Okay, okay, okay.

Yeah, yeah.

Okay.

Because then the sheriff comes and nobody wins.

We sell it when I want.

To who I want.

Where I want.

Do you understand that?

Say it!

Sir, yes, sir.

I should have my fucking head checked.

You and I are going to have some fun together.

No we aren't.

Yeah.

Fucking bitch.

You know, Rollins, I'm curious.

Is that how you do it in Tarrant County.

Hmm?

Is that how you search your suspects?

Bitch.

Yeah.

Well, I'm out.

You shouldn't mess with a Texas girl.

Later, gator.

Yes.

No, I understand.

Well I have seller with me at the moment.

So I'm going to have to get back to you.

Understood.

We'll be in touch soon.

Sorry about that.

Lots of call this time of year.

Well, all right.

There she is.

All right.

Are we good?

What did we agree to?

250.

250 sounds about right for this piece.

250 bucks.

What's all this?

Some kind of joke?

It's $250.

And this is a counterfeit.

No, no, no.

That is Abner Outlaw's buckle.

We agreed to $250,000.

Because this, this is Abner Outlaw's belt buckle.

Okay, well, look here.

Each Cow Palace original dated prior to 1945

is engraved with the year and the finish number on the back.

This buckle has neither of those.

I'm sorry.

It's nothing more than a counterfeit.

This is, this is Outlaw's buckle.

It's a fake.

No, it's not.

I'm sorry.

You can go and try and find another buyer.

But I've been doing this for 25 years,

and what I just handed you is more valuable

than what I'm taking in right here.

I'm sorry.

This is his buckle.

Fuck!

Jesus Christ, Abner.

You scared the shit out of me.

I didn't expect you to be here this fast.

If Sheriff comes looking, you call me.

Rollins!

Rollins?

Rollins!

How are you doing in there, Jelly?

Shit.

Rollins?

Shit.

Shit!

Shit.