Bad Country Page #2

What else?

You could say that

in here, he peaked.

Came in on armed

robbery and assault,

but word in the system said

he's a contract killer

controlling hits, movements inside the

system, prison-to-prison, state-to-state.

Their number one guy.

Heard you refused

a public defender.

Yesterday morning, when you were

arrested, I put a gun to your head.

You expected someone else.

Y'all don't look like cops.

Your house, guns, mass supply

tells me intent to sell.

Cyanide in the fridge, explosives,

tells me you're scared.

I know who you are.

If you knew that much, you

wouldn't be in here all by yourself.

Tell you what I do know.

There is no bond.

Your parole's been violated,

and you and your brother, Tommy,

are headed back to prison.

Open number eight.

This place is bad.

There's eyes everywhere.

Like I got a sign

on my back, Jesse.

They all think I talked.

Just the other day,

some spic fish got killed.

These 10 other guys,

they beat him,

they stabbed him until there

weren't nothing left.

And the guards,

they just let it happen.

His brains were on the wall.

Just like somebody painted them.

Did anybody come at you?

Not yet, but it's in the mail.

I can feel it f***ing coming, man.

Hey, Jesse...

- I'm sorry that I put you back here.

- No, you ain't.

No, you ain't.

I took you into my home.

I tried to clean you up

and you steal from me?

Take my f***ing diamonds?

'Cause of you, I missed

the birth of my son.

And you're lucky you're my brother.

- Hey, Mike.

- Hey, Bud.

This is Special Agent Martin Fitch.

He's in from Washington

with the Attorney General.

Martin. Just call me Martin.

Martin here will be soliciting

Jesse's case for a federal sponsor.

How long you been with the

Attorney General, Fitch?

Just over a year.

Sit.

I want to assure you that

my education and experience

is more than adequate to handle

a case of this potential.

Is that right?

- Why don't we get to the particulars?

- Right.

To get Jesse a federal sponsor,

we need something substantial.

A bait.

In the Justice Department,

we have this mission statement.

We decide who the target is,

what's the threat assessment,

a cost value, over what timetable

it's gonna take place,

which target do we go after first.

See, we don't want to miss a big target

hitting a smaller target, you understand?

Not really.

Hey, Bud.

- Hey.

- Ready to order?

Yeah.

I'll take a house salad.

Roquefort on the side.

You want what?

It's a dressing.

I lost my appetite.

Bud.

Bud, what the f*** was that about?

I set this up.

If the Feds want to help,

that's fine, but not him.

This case is beyond our capacity.

It requires resources we don't have.

They ain't taking us serious, Mike.

They send us some kid with less

than a year under his belt!

He don't even know what state he's in.

You want him in charge?

You're goddamn right!

You're out on a limb with this, Bud.

It's my job to make sure you get back.

- This is bullshit.

- That may be.

But what it isn't is

open for discussion.

You got five minutes.

Yeah.

Been along time.

I heard about the arrest, Jesse.

There'll be a lot of

heat on this one.

Look. I don't want

my brother touched.

Your brother's a f***-up.

I ain't calling about your brother.

I'm calling about you.

Look, I'm asking you, Lutin.

My brother's not a problem.

You should have come to me.

Ain't none of this would have happened.

And, Jesse, I may

know what you can do.

But you know what we can do.

Understand?

- Carter.

- Hey, hon.

Hey, Ma. Mind if I call you back

in a bit? My hands are kind of tied.

I got a letter, Bud.

It's from your father.

We'll talk when you're here.

Those motherfuckers.

Nady Grace.

That you?

Why, hello there, Catfish.

What the hell happened?

Excuse me.

So where you off to, Gracie?

I'm gonna go visit my mama.

She's real sick.

That's too bad.

So you're gonna be

gone a long time then?

Yeah, I reckon. You know,

till she gets to feeling better.

Buzz?

What can I do y'all for?

How come the Weiland brothers

is locked up and you ain't?

Them Weiland boys is locked up?

I don't know nothing about that.

See, 'cause I heard different.

There ain't nothing

different to hear, Catfish.

I ain't talked to

neither one of 'em.

The problem is, Gracie,

you did talk to someone.

- You want one?

- No, Ma.

I know it's bad timing,

but it's your father.

And quite frankly, his timing

never was good for much.

Quite frankly, this reads like a son

of a b*tch that's afraid to die alone.

Did you talk to him?

He called.

Did he want to see you, too?

Your father and I made our

peace a long time ago.

He chose to leave, I chose to stay.

Say hi to your daddy.

Isn't he precious?

So, what are they saying then?

Well...

Well, I ain't gonna lie to you.

I'm looking at life without parole.

Life?

Do you know how f***ing

long that is, Jesse?

What am I supposed to do?

Wait?

Your friends been coming by the

house and asking questions

while I'm waiting for the

goddamn phone to ring.

You said we were done with this,

that they were out of our lives.

I have no money, Jesse.

Which means we don't

have no f***ing food.

Say something, would you?

It's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid for my life

and for our baby.

Baby.

Now listen to me.

Everything's gonna be okay.

I guarantee it, that's my word.

Okay.

- I love you.

- I love you.

It's okay.

Lynn Weiland.

We haven't been properly introduced.

I'm Detective Bud Carter.

I know who you are.

A handful?

- Got a ride home?

- We took the bus.

Take a cab.

You need anything, anything at all,

be sure to call me.

Bye.

Hey!

Hey, Tommy.

Check it out, man.

Hey, check it out.

Sh*t.

Tommy.

Want a cup of coffee?

You got a problem.

Yeah, what's that?

To start out with,

you're looking at 200 years.

Is that all?

I could do that time

standing on my head.

Yeah, I know you can do it.

But can your family?

Your brother's dead, Jesse.

As we're sitting here now,

he's on a slab in the morgue.

The coroner's calling it suicide, but you

and I both know that's a load of sh*t.

You can do the time, sure.

Never see your kid.

Except in here.

You could recruit him.

I think you wanted out

before I got to you.

That's why you distanced yourself. That's

why you're out there cracking safes.

Look. Inside, who I am,

there's pressure!

I work for you, I won't need

a lawyer, I'll need a priest.

My outside finances is gone.

My wife and kid, their heads end

up someplace their bodies ain't.

So tell me why in the f***

I should get involved with you?

How about personal warranty?

- Warranty?

- Yeah, that's right.

You've been a part of the problem so long,

you've forgotten what the f*** that is.

"Finance"?

Your wife came here on the bus to

see you. I sent her home in a cab.

Is that your idea of

outside f***ing finance?

Let me give you a

little insight, pal.

As to what I know and

what you think you know.

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