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(siren whoops)

- (brakes hiss)
- (truck engine stops)

How we doing tonight, sir?

Oh, just fine, Officer.
Is there something wrong?

WYATT:
Don't think so, just routine.

Everything heading north
we randomly select.

I'd like to see your licence and logs.

Uh, yeah. My log's down
in the glove, you mind?

WYATT:
You go right ahead.

Alright, sit tight. I'll be right back.

(truck driver)
Alright.

How is he?

Calm. Anything?

It's quiet.

Let's see.

(police radio chatter)

Last stop was Sulphur.

Norman, the VA and the OKC next.

Everything should be in there.

Alright, flash if you need anything.

- Hey, Bird.
- I'm ready.

(police radio chatter)

WYATT:
Listen, I'm sorry to inconvenience you

but I need you to hop out
and open up the back for me.

Goddammit,
I'm already running late, Officer.

I know. It's just protocol.

So now if you could
just hop out the cab

I'm gonna leave my partner
up here with yours.

(police scanner chatters)

HK 9837...

(on radio)
9746.

9789.

And then adios.

Alright, look. I've found everything
except for this one down here.

HK 9789...

(he grunts)

We got at least 15 minutes.

What the fuck are you looking at?

(he mutters)

Be cool. Be cool, be cool.

(radio chatter)

(police scanner chatters)

It's showtime.

(gunshot)

Fuck's happening?

(he groans)

(gunfire)

DALLAS: (on radio)
Let's go, let's go, let's go!

(police scanner chatters)

(buzzer sounds)

Hey, sweet boy.

Hey, Ma. How you feelin'?

Little better today.

How'd it go?

Yeah, that's what I heard.

You clean it up?

Wyatt, look at me.

Both sides.

We don't ever wanna hurt anyone.

But if you raise a hand,
or you can't fall in line...

(she scoffs)

(she chuckles)
What the fuck?

Yeah.

How's your sister?

She's good, going for dinner tonight.

Oh, that's nice.

And Darla?

She's a lady now, Mum.

(she laughs)
I can't believe that.

I should bring her with me
one of these times.

Yeah... Jeanie'd have your ass.

You should meet her.

How are the new meds treating you?

Ah, still with the fuckin' headaches.

At least I can get to sleep now.

(indistinct chatter)

(children yell)

- WYATT: Hey.
- Hey, babe.

Brought rolls.

Great. Uh, Darla! Get in here.

- You want a beer?
- Yeah, sure.

There you go.

Hey.

- (Darla laughs)
- (beer can cracks)

Hey there, sweetheart.
How you doin'?

I'm really bored.
Can you give me a ride?

Alright, shut up, both of you.
Take that out to your dad, please.

- Listen to your ma.
- Bye.

WYATT:
How's she doing?

Uh, she's in trouble.
All the time.

Bodie and I
are at our wit's end.

Well, she's a teenager.

Mm.

Yeah, well, you and I both know
that's not what it is.

BODIE: ...threw up so much
in the back of the cruiser

I just let him go.

WYATT:
Jesus.

JEANIE:
What are you thinking about?

What Dad would say.

Huh.

Listen, I went and saw Ma today.

They switched up her meds,
but she's sick, Jeanie.

Mean a lot
if you would head down there...

Um, why don't you go out
and say hi to the birthday boy?

Alright.

Play nice.

I always play nice.

Peace offering.

BODIE: That was the last time
that dog bit me, I tell you that.

- (men laugh)
- Hey, happy birthday, Bodie.

Thank you, Wyatt.

What we having for dinner?

The usual.

It's a barbecue.

Hm.

Have you met, uh, Lawrence yet?

WYATT:
Not yet. Nice to meet ya.

What can I get ya, Wyatt?

WYATT:
So how's school?

School.

You causing trouble?

I wanna come work with you.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

- How old are you now, anyway?
- 16 in a few months.

Right. I can't have some
almost-16-year-old causing trouble

- in my shop.
- Shut up!

Tell you what.

This summer, I'll give you a job.

Yeah?

Yeah, you'll get it out of your system.

- (she laughs)
- I'm serious

you don't wanna sell cars.

Get your shit together
and listen to your ma

and go to fuckin' college.

Hey.

Dad, he said he's gonna
give me a job.

Is that right?

Don't worry, don't worry,
she'll hate it.

I'll make sure of it.

DARLA:
Hm?

I got a job for you.

Why don't you come in
and help me clean up?

Come on.

Bye.

(he sighs)

Fuck this.

- (intercom beeps)
- JERRY: Hey, Wyatt.

Your brother in-law
is here with someone.

Alright, man.
Send him in.

(door opens)

(machinery whirs)

BODIE:
Little busy out there.

WYATT:
Yeah.

BODIE:
Father's Day coming, I guess.

Catch you at a bad time?

Paperwork. What's up?

Oh, I'm just checking in,
making sure everything is alright.

What can I do for you?

BODIE: Pharmacy truck got hit
the other night on its way to OKC.

Whoever it was knew
exactly what they were looking for.

You a news reporter now, Bodie?

- Hm?
- (they chuckle)

There's one dead, Wyatt.

The driver is still alive.

He's in the ICU right now.

Hey, you find everything
you need over there, bub?

BODIE:
You guys met, right?

Yeah. Yeah, at the barbecue.

It's Larry, right?

Special Agent
Lawrence Twilley, FBI.

What brings you down here
to God's Country, Special Agent?

Those two drivers,
they're federal employees

and those pills?
Well, that's government property now.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Look...

Do you got an alibi
for Tuesday night, Wyatt?

Excuse me, Bodie?

What about Dally?

Look, I know you got a job to do

Bodie...

why don't you take Columbo here
and get the fuck out of my office?

I don't have time for this shit.

(he sighs)

I hope I'm wrong.

Special Agent.

(muffled moaning)

Hey.

You know, your daddy used to
always say to me

you can't fuck with a man

who takes it up the ass
with a smile on his face.

Always found that to be true.

We got a problem.

Bodie came by the dealership.

Bodie? What'd that cub scout want?

Where we was at, usual shit.

- But he had a fed with him.
- A fed?

- Mm.
- Bodie?

What was his deal?

Seemed like the gumpy type,
and Bodie's Bodie.

They were fishing.

(he sighs)

Fuckin' fed, man.

- That's too bad about those guards.
- That's the thing.

One of 'em's hanging on.

- What?
- Yeah.

- Where is he?
- Saint Mary's. ICU.

Oh, fuck,
I can't believe that shit, man.

You go see your ma?

- Yeah.
- What's her take on it?

She wants us to clean it up.

(moaning continues)

I'll do it.

Good.

Hey, man, we're doing the best
we can out here, alright?

Why don't you come off that cross,
cos we need the wood.

- (Wyatt chuckles)
- OK?

Later.

Give your mum my love.

Will do.

- (monitor beeps)
- (door shuts)

Fuck.

(knock on door)

(loud rock n roll music plays)

Hey, what's going on, Dally?

- Your brother here?
- BIRD: Yeah, come on in.

(gunshot)

♫ "Promises, Promises"
by Naked Eyes ♫

♫ Never had a doubt
in the beginning ♫

♫ Never a doubt ♫

♫ Trusted you true ♫

♫ In the beginning ♫

♫ I loved you right through ♫

♫ Arm in arm
we laughed like kids ♫

♫ At all the silly things we did ♫

♫ You made me
promises, promises ♫

♫ Knowing I'd believe ♫

♫ Promises, promises ♫

♫ You knew you'd never keep ♫

♫ Second time around ♫

♫ I'm still believing ♫

♫ The words that you said ♫

♫ You said
you'd always be here ♫

♫ "In love forever"
still repeats in my head ♫

♫ You can't finish
what you start ♫

♫ If this is love
it breaks my heart ♫

♫ You made me ♫

- (he mouths)
- ♫ Promises, promises ♫

♫ I knew you'd never keep ♫

- (she whimpers)
- ♫ Promises, promises ♫

(gunshot)

LAWRENCE:
So what we lookin' at here?

Ida Walker.

Doing 25 now for felony murder
and conspiracy

went untouched for nearly
three decades.

Anything major went down,
her name always came up.

Kind of like a female
Jimmy Hoffa around here.

Only person who'd been able to
unionise all the different crews

when she needed to.

So what went wrong?

Went for a bank

things got out of hand

her husband, James Walker,
was killed in a shootout.

LAWRENCE:
Wife got away?

She operated remotely,
he was the floor general.

That way,
there was always an alibi.

Smart.

Officers at the scene said James
was giving cover to someone.

They got away.

Most likely...

Dallas Walker.

James' younger brother
and true cowboy.

Ex-con, done time
for manslaughter

four counts of aggravated DUI

disorderly,
jackets thicker than the NIV.

Where's this one now?

BODIE: He's been out mostly
the last five years.

Which brings me to
the golden boy

Wyatt Walker.

Ida and James' son.

Dallas' nephew.

You mind answering me something?

Just how the hell did you
get mixed up with this?

Fell in love.

So what's your wife think
of this mess?

I'm a law man, Lawrence.

She knows who she married.

(birds tweet)

(train rattles softly)

WYATT:
What the fuck is the problem, Benny?

BENSON:
Do I really need to tell you

that this state
does not like your family?

Even with your mother
under their care

since things...

have continued to "be misplaced"

I think they really understand
how far

- her reach goes.
- Benny.

And that does not coincide
with their idea of rehabilitation.

Can you get me a list
of who's on that parole board?

Oh, Jesus...

- You...
- Come on, Benny.

After everything
this family's done for you?

I am going to plead

that 12 years is
enough punishment.

With this illness,
she should be let go...

- That's not gonna be good enough, Benny.
- Well, that's our best shot.

I'm gonna need that list, Benny.

Hey, Benny. Look at me, man.

Hey.

Hey.

Benny.

She didn't want you
carrying this around.

I'm gonna need
that fuckin' list.

OK?

Fuck!

You got anything to say?

Nope.

(police radio chatter)

I was thirsty.

Come on.

Your mum's worried sick
about you.

(woman on radio) 13-50,
reports of unconscious, unresponsive

- 10-54, 10-54...
- (he sighs)

Got an ID on the address?

(woman) 13-50,
address is registered to a Randall Bird.

Copy that, I'm en route.

(radio chatters)

What's a 10-54?

A body.

(engine starts)

- Stay in the car.
- DARLA: OK.

I got nowhere to be.
Take all the time you want.

(police radio chatter)

(distant chatter)

LAWRENCE:
He's a big boy.

BODIE:
He is.

LAWRENCE:
You say he's got a brother?

(he sighs)
Jay.

Lives here too.

LAWRENCE:
Well, come on.

There's more.

(police radio chatter)

LAWRENCE:
You know this gal?

BODIE: Looks familiar.
Don't know her though.

Judging by the tat, she's with
one of the Peckerwood crews.

Forty-five.

Whoever did this is one
cold-blooded murderer.

Is the brother the kind?

Kill his own family and a girl?

BODIE: Jay can't chew gum
and walk at the same time.

His brother over there,
on the other hand, Bird

he was a mean son of a bitch.

Easily could've made someone
mad enough to do this.

So you figure these two brothers
are the ones in on the job?

BODIE:
In my mind, without a doubt.

Someone's trying to clean up.

Her? Just wrong place, wrong time.

LAWRENCE: Looks to me like
little brother got scared

and made out
across this field.

BODIE:
Log this, get me ballistics.

Put an APB out on Jason Bird,
goes by "Jay".

I don't know what else to do.

JEANIE: Who the fuck
acts like this, Darla?

- Drinking at school...
- (she scoffs)

It was one beer!

I don't give a shit if it was one beer,
you're 15!

That's twice in the last two weeks
you've been sent home.

I-I'm done,
I don't know what to do.

You don't have to do anything.

Yes, of course I do!
Darla, I'm your mother!

- Just... No, Just let me be!
- I don't wanna let...

Of course, I'm sorry

that's right, I should just...
I should just let you be.

Alright, Darla, why don't you tell me,
what are you gonna do?

What are you gonna do?

I'm so sick of this,
I'm getting out of here.

- (door opens)
- I guess we'll see you later then!

(door slams)

I...

(she sighs)

(vehicle approaches)

(thrash metal music
plays in car)

Hey.

Hey.

I know you, don't I?

Yeah...

I go to Edison,
we had a class last year.

Yeah, yeah, that's right.

That's right,
that's how I know you.

What're you doin' out here?

Nothin'.

Nothin', huh?

That's fun.

I was, uh, actually...

hoping to find someone here
that would help me buy me some beer.

You, uh...

you don't happen to have
a fake ID, do you?

No.

Oh.

That's just too bad.

Guess I'll be seeing you around.

What kinda beer do you like?

PETEY: How's it going tonight,
my friend?

I'm doing good.
I can't complain.

I'll be a lot better
when I get some cigarettes.

Ah, well, that is the question.
What kind of cigarette? Yeah.

I don't know exactly
what kind I want.

You got some things
I've never seen before, like, um...

what's that black packet
you got down there?

Well, beside it.
Right beside it.

See, that's the one.
What is that orange thing? What is that?

Yeah, no, no. Over to the right.

Tell you what,
behind... beneath it.

Beneath it.

- (bell dings)
- Below it, below it.

(they chuckle)

So you gonna tell me where
the fuck you learned

how to do all that?

Light a cigarette?

What you did in the store

- as far as procuring this beer
- (she laughs)

that we have here.

You crazy.

(he laughs)

That's good, though.
Crazy's good.

I like crazy.

You wanna, um...
grab some food or something?

You hungry?

Sure.
(she laughs)

- You alright?
- (she giggles)

Yeah, I think we should
probably get some food in your belly.

(rock music plays quietly)

- (door opens)
- (bell dings)

The fucker got away.

What do you mean?

I mean he jumped out the fucking back.
I'll find him.

I'll fucking find him, but...

Birdy and the driver are done.

- If Bodie finds him before we do...
- I'm gonna find him.

- I'm gonna find him.
- Fuck, man!

- Hey.
- I can't deal with this right now.

You don't need to fucking deal
with it, man. Just fucking relax.

Alright? I will fucking find him.

Eat something.

I'm not hungry.

Got your fucking period
or something?

It's Ma...

She's getting worse.

She doesn't have long.

(he sighs)

Fuck.

Fuck.

What're you gonna do?

I'm gonna get her the fuck out.

Sounds good.

Look at this.

- DARLA: Huh.
- DALLAS: Hey.

What's this?

Getting some food. So what?

I'm Pete, sir.

Pete, this is my uncles,
Dallas and Wyatt.

Sit down.

We're fine, just gonna eat.

No, I said, sit down.

Let us buy you kids some food.

OK.

- DALLAS: Alrighty.
- Come on.

(they chuckle)

...anyway, so she calls me
from the nurse's office, you know

she gives me some BS story
that she's sick

which she did all the time

and she tells me, she said it
like six times, she says

"I need you to wait
by the gym doors."

So I said, "Alright, alright."

So I'm waiting and waiting
and waiting

and she comes busting out
of the gym door

and she's got five friends
following her

and they jump in the back
of my truck, right?

So I peel out, man

and I'm... they're screaming at me
like crazy girls

"Drive! Drive! Drive!"

And I almost hit that... You remember
that principal with the thing in his...?

I almost hit the principal's car.

And we tear ass
across the football field

I tear the whole football field up

and we drive to the lake, man.

We spent the entire night

into the early morning,
at the lake.

We had the greatest night.

Her friends were crazy.

Anyway, the next morning

your grandma found out.

And she kicked
the living shit outta me.

I mean, it was
the worst ass-whooping

I have gotten to this day.

(Darla chuckles)

My mum did that?

DALLAS:
Your mama did that.

You know she loved me, right?

You know that, I mean,
that's why your name is Darla

because it's the closest
chick name to "Dallas".

- DARLA: Stupid.
- That's a fact. I'm tellin' ya!

- DARLA: Stupid.
- Where you from, Pete?

DALLAS:
Ask her!

PETEY:
From Bristow.

Bristow.

You got a job
up there in Bristow?

Yeah, I'm the, um, assistant manager
over at the Lot A Burger.

Oh!

- Man!
- (Petey chuckles)

Petey's assistant manager,
bringin' in the big bucks.

Yes, sir.

Alright, well, you be good
to our girl.

- Ya hear?
- We are just friends.

- (Dallas chuckles)
- Whatever you say.

I want change.

See you later, baby girl.

- Bye.
- PETEY: Hey, thank y'all for dinner.

(bell dings)

- I'm sorry.
- (he chuckles)

It's alright, it's alright.
Nah, for real, it's...

very interesting. It was fun.

The whole time that...

I was sitting there,
I just kept thinking...

that you're pretty cute.

You're just scared of my uncles.

No. Well...

maybe a little bit.

But you sure are pretty,
Miss Darla.

You're pretty cute too.

I like that necklace.

Oh, thank you. It's the, uh...

Suppose the only thing
my dad ever left me, so, uh...

guess that makes it sacred.

I'm gonna go to the ladies' room.

Alright.

PETEY:
Hi.

What're you doin'?

You gonna trap me back here?

Yeah, I was thinking about it.

- If you let me.
- (she laughs)

- (door opens)
- (tv chatters)

(door closes)

(he mumbles to himself)

(radio chatters in background)

(he mumbles)

I warned him, I warned him.

- Hands! Show me your fuckin' hands!
- Alright, alright.

Everything in the register.

(register dings)

Put the money into the hat.

- No, wait!
- (gunshot)

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck.

- No, no.
- (gunshot)

(body thuds)

Hey!

Don't I know you?

You're that lawyer guy
from TV, right?

Prince and Prince?

- Prince and Prince.
- Stewart Prince.

WYATT:
Stewart Prince! That's right.

Hey, I got a question for ya.

Do you do DUIs?

Come on. Alright, big guy.

You alright, Stew?

Huh?

Hey, listen to me,
I'm gonna ask you a series of questions

and I want you to nod, "yes"

and "no".

Alright?

Alright.

You on the parole board, right, Stew?

I imagine you take that job
real serious.

Right. OK.

You know, there's a woman
up for parole next week.

You know who she is, right?

Yeah.

She's sick, Stew.

She's really sick.

We don't think she should spend
her last days in a cage.

Know what I mean?

Hold out your hands.

(he yells)
Hold out your goddamn hands!

Good.

Good.

Palms up.

You feel that?

- You feel that?
- (he grunts)

Hey, you alright.

Look at it.

Look at it, look at it,
look at it.

It's $100,000, Stew.

I could've given you
a lot less, but...

I want you to know how much...
how much you're appreciated.

You hear?

That woman has a family.

Person'll do anything to protect
their family, isn't that right, Stew?

Right?

Hey, hey, look at me.

You got pretty skin.

I'm glad
we had this little chat.

OK?

Unfortunately you're gonna have
to find your own ride home, though

alright, Stew?

Alright, Stew?

(car horn honks)

Hop in, baby girl.

Have her back by the afternoon,
please, she's grounded.

Uh-oh. What now?

Don't ask. Where you guys goin'?

Uh, what do ya say, kiddo?
Mall maybe, get some food?

Go. Spend some time
with Bodie.

Alright. See you later.

Happy Father's Day, Bodie!

What's up with that kid,
you seein' him now or what?

DARLA:
I don't...

WYATT:
Alright.

Just be smart, don't
get your heart broke.

I know.

- WYATT: You smoke now?
- What?

WYATT:
Give me one of those.

What's my mum's deal
with Grandma?

It's complicated.

Oh, thanks,
I heard that one before.

(he sighs)

When your grandfather died

your mum got pretty upset
with Grandma.

And they haven't talked since.

Sometimes...

good people...

don't understand
why other good people do...

bad things.

Like rob people.

I guess.

You rob people, don't you?

I'm not gonna say anything.

So why do you do it? I guess.

When your grandpa came back
from being in the army

he didn't come back
to any high-paying job.

There wasn't much opportunity.

So they did what they had to do.

I asked why you did it.

Well, it's in our blood.

What's she like? Grandma?

(buzzer sounds)

Hey, baby.

Just went and saw Dad.

Oh, yeah? How's he doin'?

- Oh, just fine.
- (she laughs)

And I went and saw Benson.

Oh, shit...

(she sighs)

Why didn't you tell me, Mum?

You never know what's true
with these fuckin' doctors.

How bad is it?

It's not good, hon.

We're gonna get you paroled.

I'm gonna get you
the best doctors money can buy.

Hey.

I'm not going
to any doctors, Wyatt.

How long?

Just don't let me die in here.

You promise me?

Not in here.

I promise.

Listen...

something came up.

What is it?

Wyatt, look at me.

This is serious.

You might have to make
some difficult choices.

But if you're smart

you won't ever have to
do this again.

You understand what I'm sayin'?

Yeah.

Your father and I
never wanted this for you.

But you're too much like him.

Jesus, you would have
done it anyway.

Wyatt.

They know you're coming.

Take Uncle with you.

OK.

I love you, sweetheart.

I love you too, Ma.

Hey, there's someone
I want you to meet.

Come on.

Hi.
(she chuckles)

It... It's nice
to finally meet you.

Um...

Wyatt took me
to visit Grandpa today.

He did?

Yeah. We go, um...

like every Father's Day.

I wanna know
everything about you.

BODIE:
Pretty cut and dry, Jay.

JAY:
I never wanted to kill nobody.

I was just scaring 'em,
that's it.

Two fathers in cold blood.

LAWRENCE:
Let me ask you something.

That pretty little girl
back there in the trailer...

you know

the one all shot to shit...

that your girlfriend?

Looked to me like you let out running
across that field

like a scared jackrabbit.

Now, why don't you do
a decent thing in your life

and tell me what the hell happened
in that trailer, boy.

I didn't see nothin'.

I...

just heard the voice
and the shot

and the next thing I know
I'm... I'm running through the field.

Whose voice did you hear?

Oh, it don't matter no how.

I'm dead regardless.

Whose voice?

Dallas Walker.

You didn't see him though?

Nah, but it was him.

You in on that VA truck job too?

Yes, sir.

Who was there?

Me, Bird, Dallas

and Wyatt.

We're all just working
for the old lady anyhow.

Acting like he's
somebody else is fuckin' stupid.

We talkin' about
giving me the chair?

Fuck.

You know, you wanna do someone...

do her.

You wanna change some shit...

do her.

You know, I can't be saying
nothing more

until I... until I get
some insurances.

LAWRENCE:
Well, that's just fine.

But while you're on a roll

singing like a canary, why don't you
tell me just one more thing?

Who do you reckon went to
that hospital

and killed that guard
in cold blood?

Dallas Walker.

There he is.
How you doin', kiddo?

What's up, Dal,
what're you doin'?

Man, you been workin' out?

Yeah, maybe a little.

What's up, man?
I'm just chilling, man.

- What you been up to?
- Oh, you know

not much. You, uh, you heard
what happened to Bird?

Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, man, that's fucked up.

- I know.
- You heard anything?

Haven't heard a goddamn thing, man.

I'm looking for Jay, man.
You seen him?

Jay...

Yeah, well. I mean, the cops
rolled him, man, you know.

- I mean...
- What? What?

Well, he hit that Minute Mart.

- When?
- You know, he... Well, he...

just, I don't know,
was it yesterday?

He b... He blasted the cashier

then some dude comin'
out the shitter, man!

I mean, goddamn!

- Oh, man.
- The guy's fuckin' nuts.

- Locked him up, huh?
- Yeah.

- Oh, yeah.
- Stupid motherfucker.

Yeah, he is, man. I know.

Does he... Does he know about Bird?

- You know what, I don't know.
- You don't know?

No, I haven't left this fuckin' house
in like a... a week.

- (he laughs)
- Yeah. Smells like it, man.

You wanna come inside?

I ain't comin' in
that fuckin' place, come on.

Put a shirt on, man.
I'll catch you next time, man.

Alright, alright, brother.

- See you next time. Good to see ya.
- Thanks, brother.

If you testify...

I can keep you off death row.

Can I get my cigarettes?

♫ "Crazy For You"
by Madonna ♫

♫ Swaying room
as the music starts ♫

♫ Strangers making
the most of the dark ♫

♫ Two by two
their bodies become one ♫

♫ I see you
through the smoky air ♫

♫ Can't you feel
the weight of my stare? ♫

♫ You're so close
but still a world away ♫

♫ What I'm dying to say
is that ♫

♫ I'm crazy for you ♫

♫ Touch me once
and you'll know it's true ♫

♫ I never wanted anyone
like this ♫

♫ It's all brand new ♫

♫ You'll feel it in my kiss ♫

♫ I'm crazy for you ♫

♫ Crazy for you ♫

♫ Trying hard
to control my heart ♫

(song continues on car radio)

OK.

(radio turns off)

Put your hands on the dash.

Both of 'em.

WYATT:
What now?

Just sit still.

(distant engine rumbles)

DALLAS:
Look straight ahead.

- (Wyatt sighs)
- And don't move.

(muffled hip hop music plays)

DALLAS:
Look at that.

(car hydraulics whir)

(car door opens)

You boys took the wrong turn.

We're lookin' for someone.

Who's that?

No idea.

DEDE:
Who the fuck sent you?

Ida Red.

(Dede whistles)

Follow me.

(faint gospel music plays)

SHUG:
Take a seat.

So, your... your mama sent you.

WYATT:
That's right.

What do you got for us?

SHUG:
Few things you need to know.

We can 10% off the top
with a 500k advance.

WYATT:
$500,000?

SHUG:
That's right.

Job like this,
I gotta mitigate my risk.

WYATT: Uh, well, I gotta tell ya,
I don't have that kind of cash on hand.

SHUG:
I figured.

Also figured
that if we make a deal

I can take you at your word.

Well, how much is this job?

SHUG:
Ten million.

(Dallas scoffs)
Ten million?

SHUG:
That's right. Maybe more.

What else you got?

Every month, a private jet flies
into Sand Springs from the Middle East.

A group of oil men take
a monthly trip for...

deals, meetings, what have you.

What makes this our business,
is that

on these planes,
they bring back cash. Lots of it.

Money from deals
they don't report.

And how do you know
about this?

Some people say I'm a psychic.

(Dallas and Dede chuckle)

Yeah, well, cash like that

I imagine is tight security, right?

Maybe some ex-military?

Yeah, a few.

They ain't young bucks either.

It's a private airport too.

Flights come in around
three in the morning.

Ghost town.

But, uh...
(he clears throat)

I mean, forgive me but...

something's not right here,
why's the security so lax?

People like this been kings
their whole lives.

Money and power
is a birth right.

You live like that
long enough and...

you get slow.

You don't think
bad things can happen to you.

What kind of plane is it?

Big boy, it's a G5.

Motherfucker fresh off the lot.

How do we know this ain't
a bunch of bullshit?

You don't.

But I have this.

Ah...

We don't have a deal yet.

(Shug and Dallas laugh)

A psychic, huh?

That's what people say.

What you're talkin' about here
is a fuckin' rodeo.

It's a smash and grab.

Hey, look, as of now,
I'm the only one who's worked this.

Well, I'm the only one's
gotta kill people.

SHUG:
Hey, that's your business.

But you're acting like you're
the only cowboys around here.

You, uh, forget where you are?

- We could use another guy.
- Another guy?

A couple of security and some
Wonder Bread businessmen? Fuck that.

Can't afford another slip, though.

No. I'll check it all out.

It's like your ma said, man,
we do this

we're fucking done, man.

We're done.

That's it. I'm gone.

I'm getting too old
for this shit, man.

(indistinct chatter)

Hey, don't talk about my hair,
Curly Sue.

Fuck you. Fuck you.

Don't hold that shit over me.

Do not hold that shit over me.

That's happening.
I don't give a fuck

if I strip you down
and I fuck you up in this parking lot.

CARTER:
Hey, you lost, little girl?

Hey, Petey.

'Sup.

CARTER:
What's your name? I'm so sorry.

Darla.

CARTER:
Oh, shit! Oh, shit!

Is this the girl
you tagged in the bathroom?

(Carter laughs)

Yeah. Yeah, that's her.

(Carter laughs)

CARTER:
Say, I, uh...

bet there's a bathroom
in the bingo hall.

Wanna give me the tour, baby...
(he grunts)

- (girls laugh)
- CARTER: Fuck!

What the fuck was that?

(bell rings)

(loud clunk)

- Howdy.
- Hey!

What can I help you with?

I am interested
in some rental and storage space

and I was hoping
you could give me a look around.

Sure thing.
Would you like some coffee?

Ah, coffee would be great.

My name's Lionel,
by the way.

Lionel, I'm Sleighton.
Sleighton James.

- What do you fly?
- Uh, Cardinal.

177?

OG.

- Good plane.
- Yeah.

Well, this is
our medium-sized hangar.

Might be a little big
for your Cardinal.

Well, it seems nice.
What's security like?

Minimal,
that's kinda up to you.

Most of our clientele
prefer it that way.

I'm here at 5 in the morning and
I have somebody shut it down at 9pm.

Ah. No action after hours?

Oh sure, I'd just have to set you up
with a key card.

OK. Yeah.

No cameras in here, Lionel?

I've got two, one on the tarmac
that looks down on the fuelling station

and one that looks down
on the flight office and that's it.

Right. Nothing in here.

No.

Alright, well, I'll tell ya,
Lionel, it looks...

It's real nice.

Why don't we draw up
some paperwork and, uh...

get it going.

Sounds fine, Mr James,
I think we got a deal.

(siren whoops)

DALLAS: Well, if it isn't
the Boy Scouts of America.

I heard what happened
to you guys.

Roll down the window
for my partner.

Partner?

I apologise.

I just assumed it was
"Take Your Daddy To Work" day.

- (he laughs)
- How you doin', skipper?

Just fine.

We know you did the VA truck
with Wyatt.

Alright, Bodie, who told you that?

Little birdie.

Little birdie?

(he chuckles)

Hey, your wife know you talk
to animals, Bodie?

Jay told us.

Jay...

Well, he's not with us
no more, is he?

Yeah, well, before he jumped off

he told us it was you
that killed his brother and the girl.

He said that?

Son of a bitch.

Word of a dead man.

You guys are pathetic.
I'll tell you what, Gramps

why don't you hop in the back
and you gum me up real nice

and I will confess to everything.

Otherwise, get your
greasy fuckin' hands off my car.

We'll be seeing you around.

I look forward to it, Bodie.

(he taps car)

- JERRY: Someone in the office for ya.
- My office?

- JERRY: Yeah.
- Who?

I don't know.
He wanted to wait inside.

Excuse me, can I help you?

Take a seat.

You know, it didn't take
a lot of digging for me to

find out everything
about this place.

Or to find out everything
about you, for that matter.

Your family is pretty
well documented.

What do you want?

It always amazes me

the challenges that the Lord
puts in front of us.

I know your mama's
about to go, son.

And I gather,
from the way that we met

the last place you want her
drawing her final breath

is in a cage.

I've had a lot of time
to think about your, uh...

initial offer.

And I'm going to
have to kindly decline.

Is that so?

I'm afraid so.

Open your shirt.

(he chuckles)

There. You happy?

How much do you want?

A million.

No.

Well, it's your mama,
you make me an offer.

You know what, Stewart Prince...

you coming down here
doesn't inspire a lot of confidence.

How do I know I can trust you?

You can't.

But I don't see
you got another choice.

200,000.

Right now.

And I keep the hundred
I already got from you, like a deposit.

(keypad beeps)

(knock on door)

JEANIE:
Honey, can I come in?

♫ "Broken Town"
by Frally Hynes & Asdru Sierra ♫

Hey.

♫ This town ain't changed... ♫

You've been in here
since last night. You OK?

♫ This town ain't changed... ♫

- Get you some food?
- I'm fine.

(Jeanie sighs)

Hon...

listen...

Shaina Davis's mum called me

she told me what happened.

Baby, I'm so sorry.

Why didn't you tell me? You know
you can talk to me about stuff like this.

No, I can't.

Course you can, I'm your mum.

- Darla.
- No, you're not.

What do you mean by that?

You're not my mum.

I know.

Who told you that?

I met her.

And when I met her, I just knew.

You know, my whole life's
a fucking lie.

You're a liar. You're not my mum,
you're my sister.

Darla, just give me a chance.

- Please. Darla, just wait...
- Fuck you!

Fuck.

(muffled trap music plays)

(trap music blares)

CHUA:
What can we do for you, Dally?

Need a drop rig.
SUV, black, tinted, fully loaded.

What's the job?

Four to six,
maybe a couple military. Maybe.

- CHUA: When?
- DALLAS: Tomorrow night.

What about a make-off?

- This is downtown, Dallas.
- DALLAS: Yep.

Well, if I get jammed up, man,
I can hit them tunnels.

Right?
I need to have some options.

Preference?

Two Band-Aids in the business district,
one ghost on fifth.

- No problem.
- (he chuckles)

Extra 50K in there for you.

OK?

Make sure those cars are there.

(thrash metal music blares)

Hey, hey, hey...
I'll do what you what.

Doing what you want.
Doing what you want.

Doing what you want, OK?

OK?

I'm gonna do whatever
you want me to do, OK?

(thrash metal music blares)

Doing what you want.
Doing what you want...

(he mutters and sobs)

(he whimpers)

- (gun clicks)
- (he whimpers)

(thrash metal music continues)

(she pants)

(thrash metal music blares)

(door opens)

Hey! Get up!

Come on, let's go.

- Where we goin?
- We're going to your ma's. Let's go.

She's not my mum. I know.

Oh, you know, huh?

I don't want you to treat me like
I'm a little kid anymore.

Oh, OK, fair enough.

What the fuck is this?

That's my piece.

Your piece?
This is a fucking cop gun.

I really hope you didn't do
anything stupid with this.

Bodie taught me how to use it.
Please, please don't tell him.

Let's go.

Darla.

WYATT:
Jeanie.

Look.

(door slams)

Do you know how bad
you've fucked her up?

Look, Mum is dying, Jeanie.

- She's dying.
- I don't care.

She made a choice, it was selfish.
And when you're selfish, you die alone.

No, Jeanie.

I'm done, Wyatt! Don't!

You think...

I know you think
that I'm stupid, Wyatt

you think I'm a fuckin' idiot.

Well, I play make believe
and naïve housewife

so that I can keep
my family intact.

And I'm not a fuckin' idiot.

I know what she turned you into.

You think Bodie doesn't tell me
what's going on?

- Fuck Bodie.
- No, fuck you!

Don't you fucking dare
insult my husband.

He is a good man
and I know you'd prefer

that I was a widow

or with some fuckin' ex-con
who beats the shit outta me

cos that's the kind of guys
you approve of, right? Well, fuck you.

Alright?
Cos I see that look in your eye

like you're up to something...

Dad had that look.

So you take your bullshit

and you keep out of my
and my family's life, you hear me?

Do you understand me, Wyatt?

Get the fuck off my porch.

PRINCE:
Mrs Walker.

Uh, I wonder if

you had a statement that you would
like to make on your own behalf?

Uh, I see here that...

you've accomplished everything
expected of you while you've been here.

Well...

Mr Chairman...

the person you're talkin' to now

it's two people, really.

The person I was back when
those crimes were committed

and the person I am today.

The person I was back then

because of situations
out of my control

was selfish...

and became full of darkness.

As my counsel
already mentioned

I paid what I considered
the ultimate price for my actions.

The loss of the man
I loved most.

My husband.

James.

He lost his life that night

because of a plan I made, a...

mistake I made.

That haunts me every day.

Not only did I lose him

but I lost the relationship
with my eldest daughter

who rightfully has
held me accountable

for my actions

by removing me

from her life.

She has, however

raised my youngest, Darla

who I gave birth to
in this place

as her own.

A debt I will never
be able to repay.

So you see, Mr Chairman

the woman here

doesn't have
much of anything left.

She's empty.

My... counsel is

pleading for me to have some time
with the ones I love most, but...

in reality

the ones I love most
aren't with us anymore

or want nothing to do with me.

So I would...

just like an opportunity

to spend my time I have left

with my son.

He's all I have.

Thank you.

Mr Drummond, Ms Walker,
if you would kindly give us

a minute to talk over
what we've heard here?

(he whispers)
It was great...

Thank you, Mrs Walker

for the statement
that you made.

It's reassuring to this board

to see the exemplary behaviour

that you've exhibited
during this time.

As well as the acknowledgment

that you've made

of the crimes
that you've committed.

Not to mention the impact

that that has had
on the personal relationships

with the ones that you love.

However...

it is the view of this board
that parole

is not to be granted.

I'm sorry, and I wish you
a peaceful passing.

BENSON:
What did you just say?

You... You owe this woman
an apology for that.

Don't you get up. Don't you...
We're not done here!

- That will be all.
- BENSON: Sit back down.

You're not done here!

- You're not done here!
- Fuck.

BENSON:
Get back here!

You're dead!

Dead!

You're a dead man.

(phone rings)

(mobile phone rings)

(mobile phone rings)

Hey.

Where the fuck have you been, man?
I've been calling you all day.

Yeah, well...

I just left her.

Where... Where d'ya leave her?

W... Where d'ya leave her?
What are you talking about?

They denied her, son.

What?

I mean...

Shit, that goddamn cruel son of a bitch
looked her in the eyes

and told her
she could die in there.

I'm so sorry, Wyatt.
I really am.

She told me to tell you
that she loves you...

and that you need to do
what you need to do.

Get the hell out of
this godforsaken place.

Forever.

Fuck...

DALLAS: If you wanna pull the plug
on this thing and forget about it

I understand.

WYATT:
No. I'm gonna fuckin' do it.

DALLAS: If we get into something,
we lose them on the ground.

If not, maybe take this tunnel.

I ain't gonna let anything
fuckin' happen to you, ever.

Ever.

(plane engine roars)

WYATT:
This it?

DALLAS:
Yeah. Strap up.

(tyres squeal)

WYATT: Get down!
Get down on the fuckin' ground!

- DALLAS: Down! Down!
- (gunfire)

Get down! Get the fuck down!

Down! Down! Down!

Hands, hands!

Get your hands up there,
motherfucker! Up!

Get up!
Don't do anything fuckin' stupid!

Don't do anything stupid!

Go, go.

Hands, hands!

Get out.

Get out!

- WYATT: How many we got?
- DALLAS: That's it. Take those.

I got the other two.

You're never gonna
get away with this.

You fuckin' hear. Look at me!
Look at me! Look at me!

I don't give a shit! Here's my face.
Look at me.

I'll shoot you
like a fuckin' animal.

Wheels up, man.

- Let's go, man.
- I don't give a shit, motherfucker.

Put your fuckin' head down.

- WYATT: Let's go.
- Put it down!

Pussy.

(phone rings)

This is Collier.

You're shitting me.

Where?

I'm on my way.

Jeanie, where's my gun?

DALLAS:
Fuck!

(man on scanner)
Dispatch, please alert all units.

Suspects are heading downtown.

Set a perimeter from 2nd, 4th
between Boulder and Detroit.

- DALLAS: I got one behind me, you see?
- Yeah.

(police scanner chatter)

The fuck do we do now?

The doors.

Funny...

they built those tunnels under the city
so oil men could move around unnoticed.

Look at us now.

There's one more make-off,
5th and Cheyenne.

Anything happens to me,
you get there.

Yeah.

Let's go.

(gunshots)

(gunshots)

(siren whoops)

(gunfire)

WYATT:
Fuck!

DALLAS:
Get the fuck out! Get out!

(sirens blare)

(gunfire continues)

(gunfire continues)

(gunfire continues)

- (Dallas cackles)
- WYATT: What do we do now?

Fuck!

Fuck.

I'm gonna spray
these motherfuckers.

You get underground, OK?

No fuckin' way, man!

I got 'em covered. You go first.

(Dallas cackles)

Ain't goin' nowhere, man.

You go underground.

(indistinct shouts)

(Dallas yells)

- Come on, motherfucker!
- (gunfire)

(sirens whoop)

(indistinct shouts)

(gunfire)

(gunshot echoes)

(distant gunfire stops)

(officer yells)
Clear!

- (officer 2) Clear!
- (officer 3) Stand back!

(officer)
Hold your fire! Clear!

(lift dings)

(he breathes hard)

(woman whimpers)

(woman yelps)

Wait! Wait!

Wait. Wait, wait!

Listen, she was gonna die anyway.

(gunshots)

(distant siren wails)

Wyatt!

Don't move.

Don't move, Wyatt.

(gunshot)

(Bodie coughs)

(Bodie groans)

(car engine starts)

(phone rings)

- Yeah.
- How bad is it?

Well, I'm certain
they would not call it "good".

You got dead cops

private security dead

there's one attorney dead

and then you even picked off
the meter maid.

And Dallas?

He's gone, son.

You there?

Yeah.

Yeah. Listen, um...

I think I know
how to get Ma out.

They're only gonna want
one thing.

Yeah, I know.

Yeah and even at that,
they probably like their odds.

Just get it done, OK?

Oh, and Benny.

If you can, don't tell her.

OK?

You got it.

Alright.

Hey, Mama.

Oh, you...

(she laughs)

(she laughs)

BENSON:
I love you, Ida.

- IDA: I got it, I got it.
- WYATT: Yeah, yeah.

(car door opens)

(she groans)

I got it.

You know,
she held on just for this.

You know that, don't you?
She's a hell of a woman, man.

I'll never forget her.
She's a goddamn good...

I know, Benny. I know.

Yeah.

I want you to keep 20%,
hold on to the rest.

I'll let you know what to do with it
when the time comes.

I'll see you real soon.

♫ "Mona" by JJ Cale ♫

(he chuckles)

♫ Mona, she comes
in the morning... ♫

Thank you, sweet boy.

♫ She brings me a bottle
of wine... ♫

Alright, Mama.

Get some rest.

OK, baby.

♫ It makes me feel alright ♫

♫ Makes me feel alright ♫

♫ Mona, she comes on a Friday ♫

♫ She stays into the night ♫

♫ Mona, she comes
to my bedroom ♫

♫ To keep my spirits high ♫

♫ To keep my spirits high ♫

♫ Makes me feel alright ♫

♫ Mona, she comes on a Friday ♫

♫ She stays into the night ♫

Mama?

Mama?

♫ To keep my spirits high ♫

♫ To keep my spirits high ♫

(siren whoops)

Your call, Bodie.

Just let him drive.

He'll pull over when he's ready.

♫ Mona, she brings me no money ♫

♫ She brings me no food... ♫

DARLA:
Graduation's coming up.

Wish you could be here for it.

Don't really wanna go
to college.

♫ When daylight falls
from my window... ♫

Don't really know
what I wanna do yet.

♫ Another night's
come and gone... ♫

I miss you, Mum.

Even though
I didn't really know you

I feel like I do.

See you later, Mum and Dad.

Dally, I'm taking real good care
of your car for you.

You stay out of trouble.

♫ When daylight falls
from my window ♫

♫ Another night's
come and gone... ♫

♫ I always know
cos I'm feeling so low ♫

♫ Mona, you know she has gone ♫

♫ Mona, you know she has gone ♫

(buzzer sounds)

How you doin', kiddo?

Good.

I saw Mum and Dad today.

Oh, yeah?

Dally too.

How they doin'?

Good.

Everyone misses you.

I miss them too.

You doin' alright out there?

Yeah, just fine.