Bad Country Page #5

Look, the less you know,

the better off you are.

Okay.

Then the less information

I give you, the better I feel.

Really?

'Cause that wasn't the case when you had a

little problem with your son now, was it?

How is your boy?

He doing okay?

Is he keeping his nose clean?

Or do you need me to make some

more phone calls for him?

This makes us even.

- Come on, Keith.

- Don't contact me again.

Keith.

Hello?

Hey, it's me.

Jesse.

Are you all right?

Yeah, sure, I'm fine.

I'm good. I'm good.

Real good. How you doing?

I just wanted to hear your voice.

How's the baby?

He's sleeping.

He's growin' every day.

Every minute, it seems.

We wish you was here.

Yeah, me, too.

Hey, they looking out for you?

Yeah, they're all real polite.

Always someone around,

but we're all alone.

Jesse, we want to come home.

Jesse?

I'm gonna have to call you back.

Sorry, baby. I love you,

but I gotta go.

Jesse?

F***, man! What are you,

following me?

No, I'm finding you. Where

the hell you been, Jesse?

Two days missing, you broke protocol.

Three, you're a flight risk.

Agents will hunt your ass down.

I can't keep doing this, man.

I can't f***ing breathe.

Even the shadows got eyes.

This is the job. If I don't hear

from you, I can't protect you.

I just about got my f***ing head shot

off from your guys protecting me!

- Those ain't my guys!

- I don't give a f***!

I don't want your protection!

I want out.

There is no out.

Not for either of us.

Not until it's done.

I need that list, Jesse.

There's an investigation underway being

funded by the US Attorney's office

and their target is you.

Give me that, give me that,

give me that.

They're receiving support

from the ATF and the FBI.

They're both stationed

right here in Henderson.

How long they been active?

A little over three months.

- Three months.

- Sh*t.

It's our old pal, US Attorney John

Nukes, at the helm on this one.

There.

He's been after us for years.

Who they got for a mouthpiece?

"A mouthpiece"?

Who be the rat in the woodpile?

Who the f*** is giving

them information?

I haven't been able to dig that deep,

but I'm willing to bet it's someone close.

Look, Mr Adams.

I'm suggesting that you disband

this organisation immediately.

What you, some kind of tiddlywink?

With all due respect, with all the

money that Mr Adams is paying you,

I suggest you dig deeper.

Says here the investigation's local point

guy is a detective out of East Baton Rouge.

Bud Carter.

Do you understand me?

Yeah.

Can I go now?

Where's Lynn? Where's little Tommy?

She left.

We ain't been getting along.

You know how it is.

Boy, yeah.

You got something on your mind?

There's been an adjustment

to the list, brother.

This heathen, a whore of an

Irishman down in Baton Rouge.

He protected. He got a

lot of guys around him.

But that's why the job pays.

That's why nobody wants the job.

That's why we're here talking.

Who is it?

This here address.

This be a cop.

He got a mouthpiece

on the inside somewhere.

Ain't yet figured out who,

but I want you to show

him the big picture.

I'll go over there right now.

Give me one reason

I don't burn you right now.

You've been made, Bud.

We gotta skin out.

Yeah.

Good, you're there.

Get to my place now.

- Cobb and Marandino, too.

- Why, what's up, Bud?

I'll explain later.

Just get here. Now.

That's his truck.

Let's see what he does.

Let's move.

What the f*** is taking so long?

Something's wrong.

Fish, relax, man.

F*** you, man, all right?

Something don't feel right.

F***!

Hold up.

Let's kill both those

motherfuckers, all right?

Take! Take!

All units respond. Officer call.

You got enough ammo?

Go, go, go, go. Come on!

Sh*t!

Move back, God damn it!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Come on, God damn it, run!

Sh*t, Fish, come on!

Go, go, go! Move! Get in!

His bleeding's under control.

Two fingers are gone and there's

no chance of reconstruction.

Thank you.

Hey, getting naptime?

What is that?

So, cranium smashed in with a

lead pipe, then the plastic bag.

He choked to death before they

stuffed him in the trunk.

- He got ID?

- Yes, sir, he does.

He named Daniel Morris.

He's some top dog lawyer-lobbyist

out of Washington.

- Put a tap on that line.

- Yes, sir.

Bud!

What's going on?

- I just got off the phone with Nukes.

- And?

We got a problem. Get in.

Bud, where you been?

There's a dozen cops

coming in and out of here.

No one's saying sh*t.

What the hell's going on?

I want to see my family.

There is no family.

I'm sorry.

There is no family.

I gave my word.

It's gonna be all right.

Sh*t!

He's gone!

This is an atrocity, gentlemen.

Incompetence at its highest level.

I gave you my name.

My resources, my trust.

Carte blanche.

And now,

this handsome face of mine

can't step foot in Washington

for fear of being

laughed off the Hill.

Now, I'd like to point

to local on this.

Truth is, local

carried their weight.

We are federally f***ed

because Federal f***ed up.

So, best idea wins, gentlemen.

Chain of command? Point of

procedure? I don't give a f***.

It's out the window,

just like our informant.

I want

Jesse Weiland

found.

You smell like a distillery.

Get your ass home, get cleaned

up and meet me at the office.

We're working late.

Carter, we need to talk.

Out of my way, Fitch.

This is my investigation,

all right?

Jesse's cowboy bullshit

is not how it's done.

While your agents build their

case and set for court,

he'll erase the debt owed

to all of you overnight.

Wait, so you're implying

I should thank him?

Yeah.

Look, Carter, whether we like it or not,

we have to work together on this.

Okay? We entice Jesse back and I will get

him full protection if he agrees to testify.

It'll never happen.

- Why the hell not?

- Because it's over, Fitch! It's done!

Your protection is useless!

He has nothing!

No, for God's sakes, listen to me!

I am not taking the fall for this, okay?

Fitch, you ain't got the balls big

enough to relate to this guy.

If you had listened to me,

we wouldn't be in this situation,

Jesse wouldn't be in this situation,

and you wouldn't be asking

stupid f***ing questions!

I'll bring him in myself.

Just keep your agents off my ass.

I may know what you can do,

but you know what we can do.

Hey, Bud.

You got a minute?

Your old man's here and

he wants to see you.

Hell you doing here?

Boy, don't you come up on

me when my back is turned!

- I ain't your boy!

- You are, too!

And I ain't f***ing come

down here to fight!

Christ.

Just 'cause I'm dying, don't make

it right to give me a heart attack.

- You get my letter?

- I got it.

I got a tumour on my lungs.

They can't cut it out.

How long?

Weeks, maybe. Days.

Who f***in' knows?

I sent that letter 'cause I put together

a decent fortune over the years.

I'm prepared to leave

it all to you.

That only happens, however, in the

event that you take my last name.

You take my name, son.

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