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(TENSE ACOUSTIC GUITAR PLUCKING)

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(LOADS GUN)

JACOB: In Jackson County, North Carolina...

..my family name meant somethin'.

Outlawin' was just a matter of blood

as hair color and height.

By the time I was nine or ten,

Daddy had me breaking down big bags of crystal.

He got it from the Mexicans through his biker buddy,

Ed McGrew.

The auto shop was just a front where I worked with Gerald

and his skinny-assed brother Jeremy.

They were the ones that did Daddy's dirty work.

And everyone in these parts knew

he was not the kind of man you wanted to cross.

Even though they were mean as hell,

the Cabe brothers were the closest thing I had to kin.

(TRAIN HORN BLARES)

Methamphetamine was a living, breathing body

in Jackson County.

And Daddy was the heart...

..pumping blood through every vein in the region.

I got a cut from the sales like most kids got allowance.

But Daddy held onto my money for...safekeeping.

Maybe it's a life I could've accepted...

..as generations of McNeelys had done before me.

But Maggie Jennings...

..she made it so I couldn't.

(CAR APPROACHING)

(MUFFLED CHATTER)

(WOMAN SHOUTING)

(VOICES CONTINUE)

I've never blamed you. God knows I...

- Don't bring God into this. - (DOORBELL RINGS)

Don't blame May. You're not responsible for a damn thing!

Want me to bring God into it? You're not responsible for...!

MAGGIE: I got it!

Who are you?

Jacob McNeely.

That's what I thought.

What do you want?

I'm waiting for your daughter. Stepdaughter.

Bo, honey, you're making him uncomfortable.

- Hello, Jacob. - Mrs Jones.

You'll have to forgive my husband's lack of hospitality.

Where do you think you're going?

- Come on. - No answer?

Nothin'?

MAY: You kids be safe!

BO: Jesus Christ... - (DOOR CLOSES)

MAGGIE: I'm sorry about that.

It is what it is.

What do you mean?

McNeely.

The gift that keeps on giving.

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(BROODING MUSIC)

OK. If college, where?

That would be Wilmington.

Wilmington?

Yeah. What's wrong with Wilmington?

- North Carolina? - Yeah.

What?

I ain't never seen the ocean before.

Well, then, I mean, I guess we both gotta go now, huh?

(SOFT, POIGNANT MUSIC)

(POIGNANT MUSIC SWELLS)

(TRAIN HORN BLARES)

Hey. How's the shop doin'?

Fine.

You know, you could get your GED.

GED? What's that, like, herpes?

Smartass is what you is.

- Hey. - (KEYS RATTLING)

Hear your mama's back at it.

(CAR APPROACHING)

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(OBJECTS CLINKING)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(COOKWARE CLATTERING)

(KNOCKS) Mama.

Where the hell did you come from?

Chauffeur just dropped me off.

- (DRAWER OPENING) - (CUTLERY CLANKING)

What the hell you doin'?

Well, I had a goddamn lightbulb

I just had it brand-new and I can't find it.

Oh, shit! You can't smoke that shit in here.

Last thing I need is the goddamn law comin' round here.

It's just a smoke, Mama.

What did you do with that goddamn lightbulb?

I haven't been here in weeks.

I know.

I knew you hadn't.

I sure do miss you.

Oh, I miss you, baby boy.

You come sit with me?

(SNIFFS)

You said you weren't gonna get high again.

You got any weed?

Where are you goin'?

JACOB: Home.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(EXHALES SOFTLY)

(MUMBLES)

(ELECTRONIC BUZZING)

(TATTOO GUN BUZZING)

WOMAN: Well, look what the cat shit.

Yeah, nice to see you too, Josie.

(CHUCKLES)

(BUZZING CONTINUES)

JACOB: What's with the 36-26-36?

What do you think?

What happens when you get fat?

You just keep changing the numbers?

(MAN CHUCKLES)

(BUZZING CONTINUES)

Who the fuck is José?

JOSIE: It says 'Josie', you dropout dipshit,

but what do you know?

Uh, I know that J-O-S-E

spells 'José'.

- (BUZZING STOPS) - Are you shittin' me?

- Lude, did you do that? - (LUDE STAMMERS)

JOSIE: Lude!

- You inbred asshole! - Ow! Agh!

- What did you do?! - Stop it, honey, come on.

Charlie, dude, I'm sorry about that.

How in the fuck can you be a goddamn tattoo artist

- and not know how to spell? - I ain't finished.

CHARLIE: I know you ain't fuckin' finished, obviously.

JOSIE: It's ruined.

JOSIE: I'm goin' outside.

(DOOR OPENS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Hey, bud.

I hear you been seen around with that Jennings girl again.

What did I tell you about that?

I told you to steer clear

of Bo Jones' goddamn rabbit-assed daughter.

She ain't no fuckin' rabbit ass.

You shut the fuck up.

I don't have to remind you

that her daddy thinks that he is

the Jesus J Edgar Hoover Christ of the Appalachian Mountains.

Oh.

Hey.

Look.

It's you and me, son.

You gotta turn the record over, Jacob.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

(BROODING MUSIC)

CHARLIE: Dwight.

DWIGHT: Charlie. - (CAR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

CHARLIE: You lost? DWIGHT: Be preferable, but no.

That new hothead deputy locked Virgie up about an hour ago.

She were all fucked up in Kitchen Alley.

Fuck me.

When was the last time you saw her, Charlie?

Well, she come by here about a month or so ago,

looking for money.

I went by yesterday and saw her.

CHARLIE: What the hell you doin' over there?

What's the problem? I'm worried about her.

Thought you should know.

I'll drop her home in the morning.

(CAR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

She's out of her goddamn mind.

I told you to stay away from her.

Sure you gonna be OK?

- Thank you. - Hey, Virg.

Let me give you my cell number.

If you need to call us, you just call me direct, alright?

(VIRG TAKES BUSINESS CARD)

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(SCREEN DOOR CREAKING)

I didn't say nothin'.

You don't know if you did or you didn't.

(EXASPERATED SIGH)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

I promise, Charlie, I didn't.

Hey.

I bought you some groceries.

Come on.

(SOBS)

(SNIFFLES) I'm sorry.

You're OK. Here.

(SNIFFLES)

(SNIFFLES SOFTLY)

I got a call from Jesse Collier. You remember her?

- Jesse and Ron? - Mm.

She was telling me a story about her dog

finding poor Robbie Douglas near dead in a ditch.

And I heard them brothers you got workin' for ya

had something to do with it.

Now...

..when you say 'near-dead', what do you mean?

I mean, he was breathin'.

I just couldn't believe my ears.

Whatever they've got goin', you keep Jacob out of it, you hear?

(TENSE MUSIC)

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

JOSIE: Hey, baby.

(JOSIE MOANS SOFTLY)

(KISSES)

is thicker than the skin on the inside of your lip?

You know, baby, don't ya?

JOSIE: Mm-hm.

(JOSIE MOANS)

(JOSIE EXHALES)

(CHUCKLES)

When I was working for the County Road Force,

we worked on the patch crew.

And one day we were driving down the road

looking for holes to fix and we ran up on a dog

that had been run over by a car.

His fuckin' legs were crushed. His guts were hangin' out.

And he was clawin' hisself along the fuckin' highway

with his front paws.

And I knew what I had to do.

So I got him by his paws and I dragged him across the highway.

I pulled him in the ditch.

And I went to the truck and I got my shovel.

And you know what he did?

He looked me right in the eye.

And I couldn't do it.

And I regretted it ever since.

Now y'all get the fuck out of here.

(DOOR OPENS)

I'll be right back, baby.

(DOOR CLOSES)

- (BOTTLE CLUNKS) - (FOOTSTEPS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(INHALES)

(CAR ENGINE CHUGGING)

(CHUGGING CONTINUES)

(GUNSHOTS ECHO)

(GASPS SOFTLY)

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(DOOR OPENS)

They were rippin' us off.

They did what they did to Robbie

so he wouldn't rat on 'em.

From what I hear, that boy's bad off.

So all we can hope is he goes on to Jesus.

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

It's gonna be alright.

You just go on. I'll clean all this up.

You don't have to worry about it. Alright?

(SOBS SOFTLY)

(KICKS TABLE)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

I love you so fuckin' much, baby.

I love you, baby.

Say it again.

I love you, baby.

- Say it again. - I fuckin' love you, ba...

(BOTTLES CLINKING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(CROWS CAWING)

(SOFT, INTENSE MUSIC)

(CAR APPROACHING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)

(STAIRS CREAKING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Shit, you look pretty good.

What you been doin' for yourself?

What did you do, Charlie?

(WRY CHUCKLE)

- Charlie, what'd you do? - It's gonna come down hard.

- It don't matter. - Does matter.

(THUNDER RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)

No, it don't.

The devil's got you.

Shit, the devil's been suckin' my dick since I was 12.

You ain't never gonna change.

You should get outta here,

go home.

CHARLIE: Open the fuckin' door.

Hey!

I done what I done for Jacob.

What did you think'd happen?

(UNSETTLING STRINGS MUSIC)

(CROCKERY CLANGING SOFTLY)

(CLANGING CONTINUES)

- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) - (DOOR OPENS)

Hey, bud, breakfast, come on.

Had to drag an ass this morning to reach you, bud.

So I'm gonna need you fulltime at the shop for a while.

Turn the record over, huh?

Damn straight.

Mornin', babe.

Mornin'.

Mm!

- How did you sleep? - Good.

Yeah?

You're gonna give him a hard-on before breakfast.

JOSIE: (CHUCKLING) You think? - (CHARLIE CHUCKLES)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(MACHINERY WHIRRING)

(WHIRRING STOPS)

(CAR APPROACHING)

Shit.

Hey, Johnny Law's on the way.

(SNIFFS)

Alright, then, appreciate the help.

I'll check with you later.

CHARLIE: I'll see ya soon, Ed. ED: Jacob.

Hello, Officer.

How can I help you?

I'm looking for Gerald and Jeremy Cabe.

(MOTORCYCLE ENGINE STARTS, RECEDES)

I ain't seen 'em since last Thursday.

Do you know where I can find 'em?

No. Why? Did something happen?

What makes you ask that?

Well, you're lookin' for 'em.

How long they work here for you?

Hell, I dunno, five or six years. Something like that.

You got any files on 'em?

Employment records and the like.

You want me to go get 'em?

Well, that'd be proper.

Alright, then.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(CAR COVER RUSTLING)

DEPUTY: Well...

..what have we here?

That a, uh, '69,

'70 Goat?

It's a mean ride, man.

This place looks pretty official.

Best shop in town.

Your mama told me otherwise.

CHARLIE: Alright, there's everything I got on 'em.

DEPUTY: You just let us know if you hear anything.

Fuckin' scum piss.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(MUTTERING) Take my fuckin' cover off my car...

I remember I was about 16...

..and my grandpa was preachin'.

And right in the middle of his altar call -

bringing people down

to have Jesus Christ himself forgive 'em of their sins -

well, Jackson County Sheriff Burl Breeze,

big, fat, ugly son of a bitch,

he come walking into church with his deputies

and they handcuffed Grandpa

and drug his ass out

right down the aisle through his own congregation.

Like a dog.

Grandaddy just started drinkin'.

He kind of fell apart.

He lost his church,

everything that went with it.

Well, that same year,

Burl Breeze got found dead in a ditch.

He'd been beat to death.

And then a little while later,

I was on a date with your mama

in my daddy's purple Pontiac Matador

with a push-button transmission.

We had a flat tire.

And I got out, got in the trunk,

found a tire tool...

..and there was dried blood all over it.

(SOFT, INTENSE MUSIC)

So, you see, Jacob,

my daddy and his daddy before him,

and now you...

..we do not choose this way of life.

It chose us.

It'll be that way till we ain't breathin'.

(DOOR CLOSES)

CHARLIE: Sit down.

- (BOTTLES RATTLING) - (REFRIGERATOR DOOR CLOSING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Found him.

Robbie?

Boy's still in a coma.

Kenford Regional Hospital, room 114.

The last thing in the world I wanna see happen

is for some sorry son of a bitch

to fuck up our livelihood.

(JACOB SIGHS)

Hey.

Come here.

You're my boy, aren't you?

Yeah.

(KISSES)

Take it.

If that thing needs to go off for some reason,

it touches mud in water.

Got that?

Alright.

Hey.

You're a McNeely.

(UNEASY, DISCORDANT MUSIC)

(UNEASY, DISCORDANT MUSIC CONTINUES)

(PHONE VIBRATES)

(VIBRATING CONTINUES)

(VIBRATING STOPS)

(MUSIC FADES)

(SINISTER MUSIC DRONES)

(CAR ENGINE IDLING)

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(KEYS RATTLE)

(MUFFLED CHATTER)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(DOOR OPENS)

MAN: It's OK, we'll come back tomorrow.

WOMAN: I don't want her to be alone when she wakes up.

(VENTILATOR HISSING, PULSING)

(PHONE RINGING)

WOMAN: ICU, this is Carol.

Yes. Doctor's arriving at 3:30.

In 117.

No, he was... (VOICE FADES)

Alright.

Have a good night.

- (MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY) - (VENTILATOR HISSING, PULSING)

(REMOVES MASK)

I'm sorry.

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

(STEADY BEEPING CONTINUES)

(BEEPING QUICKENS)

(TENSE MUSIC ESCALATES)

(BEEPING CONTINUES TO QUICKEN)

(GASPING)

(BEEPING RESUMES STEADY PACE)

- (MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY) - (VENTILATOR HISSING, PULSING)

(MUSIC FADES)

MAGGIE: ♪ Oh, say, can you see ♪

♪ By the dawn's early light ♪

♪ What so proudly we hailed ♪

♪ At the twilight's last gleaming ♪

♪ Whose broad stripes and bright stars ♪

♪ Through the perilous fight ♪

♪ O'er the ramparts we watched ♪

♪ Were so gallantly streaming ♪

♪ And the rocket's red glare ♪

(VOCALS FADING) ♪ The bombs bursting in air... ♪

(UNSETTLING DISTORTED MUSIC DRONES)

- (SINGS INAUDIBLY) - (UNSETTLING MUSIC CONTINUES)

♪ Of the ♪

♪ Brave. ♪

(CROWD APPLAUDS)

(DISTORTED CHEERING, APPLAUSE)

(UNSETTLING DISTORTED MUSIC CONTINUES)

(DISTORTED CHEERING)

How 'bout that first half?

Hoo-hoo!

Loved having my very own Maggie Jennings

singing the pre-game Anthem. How 'bout that?

Give a hand for Maggie. Let's give her a big hand.

How about that?

BO: Beautiful job, Maggie.

So, in closing, let me just take this moment to say

when I'm elected governor of this great state,

I aim to make this community and beyond

a safer, better place for all of us.

So, without further ado, let's enjoy the second half,

and let's go, Eagles!

Alright! Let's go! Let's go, Eagles!

(REFEREE'S WHISTLE BLOWS)

(MUSIC FADES)

(DOOR OPENS)

- Hey, Mom. - Hey.

What you doin'?

Sittin' here, thinkin', that's all.

What you thinkin' about?

Just where he might be headed.

That Indian?

I mean, maybe he's going off to...

..fetch a lady or somethin'?

Maybe he's going off to die.

I think I'd kind of like to be headed with him, you know?

You know, it's sure nice talking to you, Mama.

I don't get the chance...

..to really talk to you that much.

I feel about as clear-headed as I have been in a long time.

(JACOB SNIFFS)

You could just stay that way.

(SNIFFLES) I wasn't always...

(SNIFFLES)

Things were good. You remember?

(JACOB SNIFFLES)

Yeah.

♪ Lullaby ♪

♪ And goodnight ♪

♪ With roses bestride ♪

♪ With lilies bedecked ♪

♪ 'Neath baby's sweet bed ♪

♪ May thou rest ♪

♪ May thou sleep ♪

♪ May thy slumber be blessed... ♪

(JACOB SIGHS)

If it's OK with you, Jacob,

I think I might go lay down in my bed a while, OK?

You need to get out of this place.

Away from your daddy.

Mama, I'm not goin' nowhere.

I'm a McNeely.

No, you're more than that.

You know, you had goodness in your heart

the minute you came into this world.

You got that from my mama,

and my daddy too.

(SNIFFLES) I got that from you, Mama.

Oh, well...I kinda fucked that up, didn't I?

No, you did not.

Well, I did.

It is what it is. You know?

- Hey, Mama? VIRGIE: Yeah?

I'm not leaving here without you.

I love you, babydoll.

(SNIFFLES)

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(RAPID PUNCHING, PANTING)

(PHONE CHIMES, VIBRATES)

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

What do you want?

JACOB: (ON PHONE) Hey, uh...I'm out front.

Can you just come out?

No!

He'll what? What, he'll kill me?

Just...just come for a minute.

(DISCONNECT TONE)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Jesus Christ!

(HUFFS) What the hell?

Where are your folks?

I've no idea.

Probably just gambling my college away.

What?

They're about to lose everything.

We're about to lose our house.

Is there anything I can do?

I really don't want to talk about this.

Wait, wait.

Look...

Maggie you are everything to me.

Please...will you give me another chance?

Just let me think about it.

Sure.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(POIGNANT MUSIC)

- (BIRDS TWITTERING) DWIGHT: Uh-huh?

BO: (ON PHONE) I got me a pile of dirt on Charlie

and Ed McGrew, regarding the meth they been moving.

I need to sit down with him.

And you need to be there, you hear me?

Make it happen, sooner than later.

(PHONE HANGS UP)

Fuckin' Charlie...

Fuck... (STARTS ENGINE)

Here you go.

There you are.

Thank you.

No problem, Mr Jones.

BO: As you know, we had your ex-wife in custody.

She had a lot to say about you.

Such as?

Such as you trolly the get-go

all through this county and beyond,

that your shop does good laundry.

That such as.

Mm.

that you been waiting for all these years.

But now, you know what?

(CLICKS PEN)

Your choices are...

(SCRIBBLING ON NAPKIN)

..this here.

(PEN CLICKS)

I receive this.

Then you close your goddamn shop

and get the hell out of my county.

Or I will nail your ass to the cross.

- Reasonable? - Whoa, hold on a sec...

You will see to it too, Rogers,

or I will nail your ass up there with him.

Don't act as though you don't know what I'm talking about.

I know all about you and Charlie here,

helping you with your money problems.

Oh, and you know what?

Your boy come knockin' on my door.

Is that right?

You are devil done up, Charlie.

Get me the money,

or I'm gonna see he goes down with you.

Oh, one other thing.

I know Robbie Douglas worked for you.

So if you're not all boogered up

about your strung-out ex-wife's testimony...

(WHISPERS) ..you might be interested to know

old Robbie's still blowin' bubbles.

In fact,

he's taken a turn for the better.

Fuckin' cocksucker.

What's that, Charlie?

It's not like I got anything against suckin' cock,

but just so you know

that you are one no-good cocksucker.

(WRY CHUCKLE)

I should have slit his fuckin' throat when he was a kid.

Sit down, Charlie.

Is that true, what he said?

About Ed McGrew and the money?

Were you ever gonna tell me?

Or give me a taste?

Huh.

This cannot fold up on me.

I will not let that happen.

You hear?

He is a fuckin' cocksucker.

WOMAN: (ON TV) Can you see it?

Can you see it?

So bright.

MAN: (ON TV) There's nothing there, Anna.

(CAR APPROACHING SLOWLY)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(HANDBRAKE CRANKS)

MAN: (ON TV) What's wrong?

WOMAN: (ON TV) I have to go...

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(FAINT TALKING CONTINUES ON TV)

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

Oh, Virgie!

I thought you didn't say nothin'.

But you lied to me.

(STAIRS CREAKING)

If you fuck me over...

..you fuck your son over,

you fuckin' two-bit whore.

Do you know what this means?

You know goddamn well what it means.

(WHIMPERS SOFTLY)

(SOBS SOFTLY)

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS GRADUALLY)

(MUSIC FADES)

MAGGIE: You know, I'm glad you called.

And Bo and Ma, they're just...

..gettin' harder to be around.

Wish I could just get out of here.

Hey, how much money do you need?

Oh. I mean, it's...

It's...it's a lot, uh...

15,000.

(CLEARS THROAT) That's including

the scholarships and everything, so...

..it's pretty much impossible.

(MAGGIE SIGHS)

Yeah.

You know, I've been working, like,

pretty much my whole life, Mags.

Like, I've...I've got money.

It's just sittin' there in Daddy's safe.

I just need to get it, that's all.

No, I couldn't...

- I couldn't let you. - I want you to.

Are you serious?

I am.

If you can go to college, go.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It's alright.

I just...I don't know if this is really a...

JACOB: I get it.

We can just sit here for a minute.

MAGGIE: Yeah, I'd like that.

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

Shit!

Where you been?

On a date.

With who?

Maggie.

Put that milk up.

Grab you a glass and sit down.

This is not to the generations of McNeelys.

This is to you and me, right now.

Hey, Jacob.

Yeah?

That boy's still breathin'.

(SINISTER MUSIC)

Hey, uh...

..I'd like to get my money.

Somethin' to do with that Jennings girl?

I-I just...want my money. I worked for it.

When?

Don't worry about it. You'll get what's comin' to you.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

(SINISTER MUSIC CONTINUES)

Ma?

Got donuts.

(MOURNFUL STRINGS MUSIC)

(INAUDIBLE SOBBING)

(INAUDIBLE SCREAMING)

(MOURNFUL STRINGS MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC FADES)

(CAR APPROACHING)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

Hands up.

Do like I tell you now.

I fuckin' called you, man.

Alright, I'm gonna need you to show me that body now.

You got any weapons on you?

No.

Go up there, turn around.

Turn up against the wall there.

(DEPUTY CONTINUES PAT-DOWN)

(EXHALES SOFTLY)

I'd say she's dead, alright.

DRT.

Dead right there.

(PHONE CLICKS)

Was you stupid enough to touch anythin' in here?

No.

(PHONE CLICKS)

What that shit'll do to you, ain't it?

You know if she did much whorin' in here?

(PHONE CLICKING)

Well, it's clear what happened.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Put that down.

(SNOWGLOBE THUDS SOFTLY)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Shame she had to go and blow her brains out.

I always heard she had some, uh, fun fight in her.

(DEPUTY SNICKERS)

(JACOB INHALES SHARPLY)

- (JACOB SHOUTS) - Fu...! Oh!

(BOTH GRUNTING, GROANING)

Get off!

(BOTH GRUNTING, STRUGGLING)

(DEPUTY GRUNTS, SPLUTTERS)

(DEPUTY CHOKES, SPLUTTERS)

DWIGHT: Whoa, whoa, whoa! - (STRAINING) Get him off me.

DWIGHT: Come on! Jesus! Get off!

Jesus... OK, settle down.

Stay calm. Stay calm.

Hey, hold on! Hold on! Settle down.

- Kid tried to fuckin' kill me! DWIGHT: Just stay calm.

Put that fuckin' thing away now!

- He tried to kill me! - Put it away!

- Fuckin' animal, man! - Goddamn!

Put the fuckin' gun away now!

You're fuckin' trash, boy! No different to your daddy.

Hey, what I got to do with you?

You got your...got your nerve?

(PANTS HEAVILY)

Come on, son.

(GASPS, SPLUTTERS)

DEPUTY: Fuck you, man!

(GRUNTS, MUTTERS)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(SNIFFLES, EXHALES)

I just want to get my money

and get outta these goddamn mountains.

She had a tough go of it.

She really did.

He done it.

She took her life, Jacob.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(DOORKNOB CLICKS SOFTLY)

(DOOR OPENS GENTLY)

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

(COCKS PISTOL)

(TENSE MUSIC)

CHARLIE: Buddy.

Son. What you doin'?

You fuckin' killed her.

Who'd I kill?

You fuckin' killed her.

You talkin' about your mama?

(BREATHES RAGGEDLY)

Are you... are you talkin' about the bitch

that's fucked every friend I ever had?

Is that who you're talking about?

(JACOB SNIFFLES)

like a bloody fuckin' tampon?

(SNIFFLES)

I know you fuckin' killed her.

- I will fuckin' kill you. - Really? You'll kill me?

Well, pull the fuckin' trigger, then. Pull it.

Come on.

You think you got the balls your old man has?

You know how much life is worth, bud?

It ain't worth a plug fuckin' nickel.

Pull the fuckin' trigger, blow my goddamn brains out.

Your mama was already dead, boy.

She's been dead for a long time.

(SOBS)

It's OK. Come on. Shh.

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(GUN CLATTERS SOFTLY)

Come on.

Oh.

(SOBS SOFTLY)

Don't you ever come in my fuckin' house

and put a gun to my fuckin' head.

(SLAPS) Do you understand me? Do you understand me?

(SLAPS) Do you fuckin' understand me?

Don't you ever fuckin' come in my house

with a fuckin' gun to my head!

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?!

You get outta here and don't you ever fuckin' come back.

You piece of fuckin' shit.

Now go. Get outta here.

(SLAMS DOOR)

Who the fuck does that little bastard think he is?

I built him a goddamn kingdom.

JOSIE: He ain't done.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(CAR APPROACHING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC BUILDS)

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(SIREN INTENSIFIES)

(SIREN FADES)

(EXHALES)

It's at home.

(OMINOUS MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(BIRDS TWITTERING)

(CAR PULLS UP)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

Hey.

Hey.

How you doing?

I'm doing just fine.

Who hit you?

Doesn't matter.

Well, listen, um...

..Bo Jones has it out for your old man.

He's gonna, um, issue a warrant for his arrest.

If you can figure out a way to get your money, best do it.

Otherwise...everything's gonna be seized,

confiscated.

It is what it is.

(DWIGHT SNIFFS)

You know, when my wife died...

..everything caught up to me.

If I wanted to hang on to that shit,

I probably would've just...

..fuckin' took out this gun and ate it.

But I didn't do that.

And I just...

..sort of done what I done.

Now, you...

..you got a life ahead of you.

Just don't fuck it up.

Gonna be alright, kid.

(BROODING MUSIC)

Get that money if you can.

- (CAR DOOR CLOSES) - (CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(CAR PULLS AWAY)

(BROODING MUSIC BUILDS)

(KEYS RATTLE)

What you thinkin' about?

Just how to fix this.

(MAGGIE SIGHS)

MAGGIE: What?

(BROODING MUSIC BUILDS)

Shit, I gotta go!

What the hell?!

Uh, I gotta go, Maggie.

Where are you go...?

Jacob!

(EXHALES) Jesus!

CHARLIE: Hey, babe.

Get me a bottle of Jack too, and some filberts.

OK.

(WHISPERS) Fuck!

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(CAR DRIVES AWAY)

(FLICKS LIGHTER)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

Come on, come on...

(LOUD EXPLOSION)

(TENSE MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

What the fuck?!

Jesus! Fuck!

Christ, that was my goddamn vehicle!

If my life ain't fucked up enough already!

Motherfuckin' shit!

(KEYPAD BEEPS)

(HANDLE CRANKS)

(EXPLOSION)

Goddamn, shit!

What the fuck's happening here?!

(DIALS PHONE)

(LINE RINGING)

Fuck!

I-I don't have time to explain.

(KEYPAD BEEPS)

(HANDLE CLICKS)

(SIGHS)

- Oh, my God! What happened? - I don't know.

The somebitch just went boom, that's all.

Holy shit! How?!

CHARLIE: The hell if I know!

Get that other hose and help me out.

Bit late for that.

Jesus!

Hang on a fuckin' minute.

What is goin' on, Charlie?

Charlie?

Char...

What is goin' on?

- Will you talk to me? - I fuckin' knew it!

Goddamn it! Motherfuckin' shit!

No! I leave for five minutes

- and you ruin our lives! - Shut the fuck up!

CHARLIE: I know you out there, you little motherfucker!

You've fucked up for sure this time.

What the fuck, Charlie?!

Jacob!

You think I ain't gonna find you?

'Cause I'm comin' after you.

Get in the car, meet me down the road now. Go!

JOSIE: God...

CHARLIE: Jacob!

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

Shit...

- (GUNSHOT) - (GLASS SHATTERS)

(TENSE MUSIC ESCALATES)

(FIRES GUN)

Fuckin' motherfucker.

You fuckin' lyin' bitch.

- Excuse me? - Your little fuckin' playtoy.

Did you give him the combination?

- What are you talkin' about? - My safe.

- You gave him the combination! - I didn't give nobody shit!

How did he get into it?

- Charlie...! - So you go to the store

and then fuckbuddy comes over,

blows my goddamn car up and robs me.

The fuckin' combination is written on your fuckin' back,

you dumb motherfucker!

- (BRAKES SQUEAL) - (TIRES SCREECH)

(LOADS GUN)

(CAR APPROACHING)

- (TIRE POPS) - Fuck!

- (TIRE POPS) - (BRAKES SQUEAL)

- (JOSIE YELPS) - (TIRES SCREECH)

Oh...

Fuck, Charlie! My head!

Well, fuck off if you can't take it.

(LINE RINGING)

(PHONE VIBRATING)

What?

What happened to your britches, son?

Why don't we forget about all this shit? What do you say?

There ain't nothin' in here but goddamn birdshot.

It's you and me Jacob, remember?

You're a McNeely, son.

You don't want to do this, trust me.

(DISCONNECT TONE)

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(SIGHS)

(BLENDER WHIRRS)

(PHONE VIBRATING)

- Hello? JACOB: (ON PHONE) Hey.

We're leaving here.

What?

I got the money.

Pack. I won't be long.

OK. OK.

- And, Maggie. - What?

Just need to tell you I love you.

But we gotta go. I need to pack things.

I won't be long.

(WHISPERS) I love you, too.

(PHONE BEEPS)

FICTION FACTORY: ♪ I scream but no-one knows ♪

♪ You say I'm familiar Cold to touch... ♪

(WHOOPS)

- Hey, you. - Hey there.

I've broken down.

Oh. Need a ride?

Hey, bud. I'm afraid I'm gonna have to appropriate your truck.

Alright? Come on.

♪ Feels like heaven... ♪

(TIRES SCREECH)

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(CLOTHES RUSTLING)

What do you think you're doin'?

What's it look like?

It looks like you're fixin' to go someplace.

Where's Mama? Huh?

Shopliftin'.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Move.

You expectin' somebody?

Hi. I need to...need to speak to your dad. Is he home?

Is something wrong?

(CAR ACCELERATING)

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

Maggie! Where are you?

Maggie?

Fuck!

Maggie!

Oh, fuck...

Fuck!

Shit, shit, shit.

(PHONE VIBRATING)

JACOB: Where's Maggie?! - Your little rabbit ass?

I swear to God if anything happens to her,

- I'll fuckin' kill you! - Alright, kid.

You might wanna meet me at your dead mama's house.

Otherwise your little Maggie might meet an early demise.

- Do you hear me? - Fuck you!

Hang the fuckin' phone up!

(POIGNANT MUSIC)

(POIGNANT MUSIC BUILDS)

Fuck!

Fuck.

(SIREN WAILING)

(SIREN INTENSIFIES)

- (CAR PULLS UP) - (CAR DOOR OPENS)

Where's Jacob?

On his way.

You sure?

Does a hobby horse have...

(GUNSHOT)

(CHARLIE GRUNTS)

(GUN CLATTERS)

(SCREAMS)

(CHARLIE GROANING)

(LOADS GUN)

- (JOSIE WHIMPERING) - (WINDOW RATTLING)

(JOSIE GRUNTS)

(JOSIE SHRIEKS)

(GASPS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

May God forgive you.

(BODY THUDS)

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(SIREN INTENSIFIES)

(TIRES SCREECH)

Fuck.

Out of the car, asshole.

I said get outta the fuckin' car!

What the fuck's goin' on here?

You fuckin' hear me, cocksucker?!

I said get outta the fuckin' car now!

(DEPUTY GRUNTS)

- Jacob, Jacob... - What the fuck are you doin'?

I'm not gonna hurt you. OK?

I'm sorry, Jacob. Just...give me the money.

Where is she?

Just get the fuckin' money.

Where the fuck is she?!

I'm sorry, j...

Is she dead?

Is she?

I'm sorry, I just...

Tell me!

(GUNSHOT)

CHARLIE: Check his trunk.

- (CAR DOOR OPENS) - (BLEEPING)

(LOCK RATTLING)

(SOBS)

- (SOBS) - Are you OK?

HAZEL DICKENS: ♪ Pretty Bird ♪

♪ Fly away ♪

♪ Fly away ♪

♪ Little pretty bird ♪

♪ And pretty ♪

♪ You'll always stay ♪

♪ I see in your eyes... ♪

(INAUDIBLE)

♪ A promise ♪

♪ Your own ♪

♪ Tender love you bring... ♪

(INAUDIBLE)

♪ But fly away ♪

♪ Little pretty bird ♪

♪ Cold ♪

♪ Runneth ♪

♪ The spring ♪

♪ Fly ♪

♪ Fly away ♪

♪ Fly ♪

♪ Away ♪

♪ Little pretty bird ♪

♪ And pretty ♪

♪ You'll always stay ♪

♪ Fly far beyond ♪

♪ The dark mountain ♪

♪ To where you'll be free ♪

♪ Evermore ♪

♪ Fly away ♪

♪ Little pretty bird ♪

♪ Where the cold ♪

♪ Winter winds ♪

♪ Don't blow. ♪

(GUNSHOT REVERBERATES)

(SOFT, POIGNANT MUSIC)

(POIGNANT MUSIC SWELLS)

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