Bad Country

South Louisiana in the 1980s was

a different kind of time and place.

Some called it lawless.

But it wasn't.

Others said we just got a certain

way of doing things down here.

But it ain't that either.

Instead I call it what it was.

Hell with the lid off.

Depending on what

kind of man you were,

there's really only one thing

sure as sh*t you'd better know.

Cops got rules, criminals don't.

And if you up and cross that line,

it just might cost you your life.

Welcome to Dixie.

Now these right here are

Brazilian, from Bahia.

Deep cuts, damn good.

Now this is India.

Paler, but also good.

And these right here,

they're Colombian.

From them limestone

caves up there in Muzo.

Now you gonna get your money's

worth on these first two.

But these here, well, they

just a little more expensive.

That's 'cause there ain't a

n*gger flaw in one of them.

They is as hard as steel,

and they is emerald green as

emerald green f***ing comes.

That's nice.

That's the real McCoy.

That's what that is.

Tell you what, bag 'em all.

The market's got a

hard on for this sh*t.

All right, I hear that.

Hey, Jake.

Get on it.

And today, 31-year-old Gary Plant

pleaded innocent by reason of insanity

to charges of second degree murder

in the slaying of accused sex

offender Jeffrey Douche.

What you got there? Diamonds?

That's 30 grand out the door.

If you're interested.

I ain't got the scratch right now,

but, yeah, I'm interested.

District court judge Frank Salia

scheduled the trial one year to the

day after Douche was first arrested.

Missing from today's hearing

was the arresting officer.

From East Baton Rouge Sheriff's office,

police Lieutenant Bud Carter.

Lieutenant Carter was

unavailable for comment.

This motherf***er's a cop!

Let's go!

I think I broke a knuckle

on that guy's tooth.

He only had one tooth.

Well, I got it, didn't I?

- Hey, Jack, let's get another round here.

- Comin' at you.

Bud!

We're supposed to be

celebrating here.

We've been working this case for

months and you ain't said sh*t.

Something's off.

They had a lot of weight,

maybe too much.

It's a ring. Organised burglary.

You saw them guys.

You think that half-assed

crew was organised?

They sh*t their pants in unison.

What are you getting after, Bud?

You think it was

someone else's score.

I think it's a part

of something bigger.

Tomorrow morning, we'll put

our friends under the lamp.

If they know this someone else,

we'll know them, too.

I told you.

I keep telling you, I don't know

nothing. Okay? That's it!

No, no! It's not it, Tommy.

Now we have been here all morning

and we're gonna stay here all night.

The stones you were fencing belonged to

an AMSEC wall safe in Faye Jewellers.

The rest are found in

a vault in Bocage.

Now the owners can verify

their belongings and have.

Who are you fencing for?

I ain't saying f***ing sh*t!

Then your name's on a

dozen other jobs just like it.

- That's bullshit!

- No.

No, that's a promise.

There's been a series of burglaries in

the area all over the last six months.

All still open.

Now you don't talk to me,

it's all on you, boy.

Well, you know, I ain't got

nothing to do with that.

- Well, any idea who does?

- No! Okay?

- F*** no.

- Answer the question!

Man, f*** this and f*** you!

Your crew's just a bunch of faggots

in goddamn matching jackets!

I'm tired of this!

I know you're too dumb to

be any more than a courier.

I know you're covering for someone.

Tell me who that someone is!

- I ain't no f***ing rat!

- You ain't a rat?

Easy, Bud, go easy.

Get him off me!

- Lock the door!

- Sh*t! Sh*t!

Get this motherf***er away from me!

I'll teach you what commitment is.

I'll put you in an 8-by-9

and have you f***ed in the ass by every

inmate in the state of Louisiana.

And that's the rest of your life!

Give me a name.

He's from Whisky Bay!

- Give me a name!

- I can't!

A name.

Give me a name!

Jesse Weiland, 41. Two tours

in 'Nam, '65 and '66.

He's a force recon, a jump marine.

Weapons trained,

explosives, name it.

Seven-and-a-half years out of a

12-year stint for federal robbery.

Two in Angola, a year in DeQuincy, three

in El Reno with a transfer to Lewisburg.

Then Marion with a brief

stopover in Leavenworth.

Released from Oxford in 1981.

Jacket's the size of the Bible.

At Marion, they kept

him in H-block.

H-block?

That's home to 40 top

murder-one inmates.

Yeah. Life sentences.

He ain't just woodwork.

Don't move, you motherfuck!

I'll blow your head clean off.

Now, turn the car off slowly.

Toss the keys out the window.

Toss them out the window.

Hit it!

- Get out! Get out!

- Sheriff's Department.

- Get down!

- Police!

Get the f*** out of my house! Now!

- I'll shoot you. Get down!

- Get down on the ground, ma'am!

My baby!

- Call an ambulance now.

- Yes, sir.

Jesse!

Thank you.

Bud!

Bud!

Motherf***er's got a general store.

Toss everything.

I got ice.

This is new.

What's the cyanide for, Jesse?

Extracting impurities.

Impurities from what?

You're in a bad

situation here, pal.

Sh*t.

Now, I'm gonna make bail.

What more do you want? You got a

two-time felon on multiple counts.

You got robbery, B and E,

all-you-can-eat felony possession.

All on top of an

organised burglary ring.

Man's in custody, Bud.

F***ed for life. It's finished.

There's more, I know it.

Remember him?

Ten months ago, judge

gets popped with a .357.

Well, I got a Ruger from Weiland's

toilet and rushed it through Ballistics.

- And?

- It's a solid match. Dead on.

There's a dozen ways Weiland

could've got that burner.

- It don't prove a thing.

- How about this?

A stack of bonds taken from the home

of a Baptist minister, murdered.

Looked like a robbery

gone bad then.

I want it opened back up.

I still got tests pending,

more guns, more cases.

This guy ain't crazy, Mike.

He's the ticket to something big.

Something happening now.

- So who's backing him?

- I don't know.

But I do know they'll

post his bond.

That's why I need a price that

they can't come up with overnight.

I'm right about this, Mike.

When a guy's looking at 200

years and he ain't upset,

it's like when your wife is accusing

you of f***ing the neighbour

but she don't know you're

f***ing her sister, too.

You're pretty calm about it, right?

Did we hit the wrong nerve?

All the guns, all the

other sh*t, the time.

He's having that conversation,

he can have it.

He's not upset.

He's making eye contact

'cause we're falling short.

This guy knows things.

He knows where bodies are.

I'll bounce it up to the DA.

Yeah?

Bud? Charlie Broward. Just got

your message. What's so urgent?

Hey, Charlie, thanks for calling.

Listen.

You had a inmate in '75

named Jesse Weiland.

What's your interest

in this guy, Bud?

Well, we got him on

weapons and burglary.

- But I get the feelin' there's more.

- There's way more.

Race riots, smuggling,

extorting a guard.

I had a few run-ins

with him myself.

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