County Line Page #5

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But there ain't no use in

cryin' over spilled milk.

No, I reckon not.

Keep an eye on him. Okay.

A dream awakes

set in hollow

A cover of fog,

these empty years

The fading talk

about tomorrow

A quiet scheme

to leave me here

And all the danger

I now face...

I'm looking for Calvin.

And all I've missed

along the way

I've had some close calls

lately I know

Hey now, I know

I should be someone else

today

You must be lost, mister.

I don't reckon so.

All right, well then you're

looking for trouble.

I wouldn't be surprised by it.

It's quite an army you got

here for one unarmed old man.

Mm-hmm.

We're all ears.

Clint Thorne's my best friend.

Somebody took a pot shot at him.

Missed his heart by that much.

Never easy killing a man.

300 yards, up wind

into a speeding vehicle.

First off...

I don't miss.

Mm.

Secondly...

why don't you go ahead

and tell me my motive.

Well, he did put your

daddy in jail, didn't he?

Now I may hate Clint Thorne,

but I respect him.

Any man who can put my daddy

behind bars and keep him there

deserves at least that.

So if you're pointin'

your finger at me...

I'm afraid you're

grasping at straws.

Well, I ain't pointin'

no fingers, but I did

find this at the crime scene.

That may be mine.

But does a man who

packs his own shells

leave even one behind?

What about the Prattlers?

What's so funny?

Those boys are idiots.

They couldn't shoot the ears

off an elephant at 20 yards.

Well if not them and

not you, then who?

I know who you are.

Ex-Sheriff Rockwell.

A has-been.

Used to could.

Someone who never did

balance work and wife

and lost out to a hot-shot

cop with a pretty smile.

You mention my wife

again and I'll kill you.

Uh-uh-uh.

If you ever step foot

back on my property

I will make sure that-

All right boys, back off.

Back off!

Boss gets it otherwise.

You're making a mistake, mister.

You already made one.

Tell them boys to

drop them guns.

Kick 'em towards me.

Tell them!

Drop them in, boys.

Thank you, gentlemen.

All right...

All right, boys!

Next time somebody makes

a move, I shoot to kill.

I killed before; I don't

want to do it again.

But I will.

Let's you and me put our heads

together and figure this out.

Where'd that shell

casing come from?

Has that gun been out

of your possession?

I was arrested a few days ago.

For what?

Disorderly conduct.

Yeah.

And when I got out,

my gun was in the rack

of my truck,

but it'd been used.

You sure?

I named that thing

after my first wife,

of course I'm sure.

Who arrested ya?

Sloan.

Sloan.

You seen that fang thing

around the two counties;

You think Sloan's

mixed up with that?

People been disappearing,

dropping like flies around here.

They show up a month

or so later with an

attitude like Tabasco.

Manipulating people,

ordering people around,

thinking they got power they

can't be touched no more.

Like who?

Like your Prattler

brothers for a start.

So where is that third

Prattler brother?

I bet you know.

Which third?

What do you mean?

You know there's

four of 'em right?

There's four brothers?

Four brothers...

Hey!

I'm gonna borrow your bike.

Respect.

All right, lose the mask.

Nat?

Nat Prattler; You're

the fourth brother.

Yeah.

You know, you was born

into a pretty rough crowd.

But there comes a time in

every person's life when

they got to make

a decision on who

and what they're gonna

turn out to be.

I think you took a good

step in working for Maddie.

I think you can take another

good step right now

by taking me to your brother.

All right?

No, I'm not-

you don't have to

turn out like them.

Come on, hop on the bike.

Come on!

Let's go see him.

I just want to talk to him.

Two miles up the road.

He's in the bus.

He's not gonna be happy

to see you, though.

Tell him I just want to talk.

Go on.

Hey!

Yo Crank!

Hey, it's me.

It's your bro.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Crank!

No, no, no...!

He's with me, bro.

Come on.

I just want to talk!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Crank!

Stop!

Leave!

You got no business here!

That's my favorite hat.

Ah...

That's it.

Stop shooting at

each other, stop it!

Come on!

Crank!

Oh, golly.

Jump!

Ah!

Welcome back to the party, pal.

I told ya I just wanted to talk.

Yeah I'm droppin' the Prattlers'

I just wanted you to know

I didn't touch nothin'...

alright, bye.

Alright, Prattler.

Tell 'em what you told me.

Deputy Sloan arrested

us a while back...

for stealing cars.

Instead of the jailhouse,

he took us down a back road.

He said if we did him favors,

he'd do us the courtesy of

forgetting our ill behavior;

He'd let us go.

What did he want you to do?

He needed muscle.

Tell 'em about Clint.

Come on.

Sloan wanted to bribe

Zack Van Zant for steady cash.

That's election night;

That's when Clint arrested 'em.

Sloan didn't take too

kindly to Zack's rejection.

Me and my brothers

found the leverage we needed,

so we began to squeeze him.

You'll pay for this.

No doubt.

Sloan didn't count on

Clint crashin' the party.

Tell him about that...

fang thing too.

That sign is a symbol.

It's a safe house;

A drop spot.

It can be used as a warning.

And Maddie's.

Clint started to pry;

Opening doors, digging around.

Sloan had us fake a robbery

at the county line.

Welcome back, partner.

And we just lost control.

So, who shot Clint

at the race track?

It wasn't me.

Sloan?

I don't know.

Sloan put me up out in that bus.

Lil' Nat would bring me food.

Sloan started working him

into the operations

pickin' up cash.

That's where I found him.

Extraordinary.

Good work, Alden.

Take him, fellas.

Good grief.

The paperwork on this one.

Yeah, it's one thing

I don't miss.

Uh, sir.

Yes, Scooter?

Did you get it unloaded?

Clint just died.

Mrs. Thorne called and uh...

He went peacefully.

Sorry, Alden

You did good;

Clint would have been proud.

I want Sloan.

We'll get him.

I want him tonight.

Look, I know you're hurting,

but we gotta look

at the bigger picture.

If what that

scumbag says is true,

we're dealing with an

entire organization here.

And when Sloan becomes Sheriff,

things will get even

more complicated.

What are you talkin' about?

I heard from the

mayor this morning.

He said if Clint passes,

Sloan will permanently

slide into his place.

Sloan is responsible for

the death of an officer!

I want him behind

bars yesterday!

So do I,

but you gave me a bullet

with Scooter's fingers on it.

And a stash of cash I gotta

shove into an evidence

drawer until the end of time

because we don't have any

pictures of anybody's hands

in the cookie jar.

Just give me time to

collect my case, alright?

Let's make sure we get the

head of the snake,

not just Sloan.

Let me do my job;

Clint will get his justice.

Well, if this is

what the job is now,

you can have it.

Lori's birthday.

Thanks, Maddie.

Thanks for reminding me.

You're welcome.

Slow night?

Everybody in the two counties

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