County Line Page #6

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is at the race.

You look beat, Alden.

I feel beat, Maddie.

I've never seen this

look on you...

even at your worst.

You ain't seen my worst.

Well, I suppose

I'm seeing it now.

You know I'm from the coast?

I reckon I heard that.

My daddy was a shrimper.

Oh.

He had a saying when it

came to times like this...

"Every man makes

his own shipwreck".

What do you want, Alden?

I want my wife back...

My daughter...

my job...

my best friend...

I can't do nothin' about that.

What do you want?

I want that dog

who shot my buddy.

Then do it.

I got no badge.

I got no authority.

Every man makes

his own shipwreck.

Be the rock that he breaks on.

Hmm.

So what do ya think race fans?

Is down to the final Z race

of the evening

before our main event!

Oh! Trouble in turn 2!

The 21 of Robbie banks

hits the outside wall;

Others take evasive action.

It's chance Jones in the 0!

Battles all around

the racetrack to determine

the final few starting positions

as we come to the

checkered flag.

Now folks, before we begin

the feature event...

let's take just a

moment of silence to remember

our Sheriff and fellow racer,

Clint Thorne.

Clint meant a lot to all of us,

and he'll be dearly missed.

And now as Clint Thorne

himself would want,

let's get back to tonight's

feature race.

Alright race fans,

everybody on your feet

as we're coming to the green

flag with mick Ryan on the

road and Joe "the jet" Thomas

leading them into turn one!

Here we come to the green!

Alright, now we've got it goin'.

Show 'em what you got.

Sloan!

It's hard to see the light

shining so bright

It's hard to see the light

in the sky

One day they'll

swing a rope

And tie it around

your throat

Watch them lose the cool

in your eyes

You better

run, run, run

Through the rain,

through the heat

You won't always sleep alone

but you won't stay the week

Lookin' for me?

What are you gonna do?

You can't do anything.

You got nothin'.

I got you.

Fine, alright... fine.

I've been taking a piece

here and there.

They're crooks!

I get paid dirt to be

everybody's bad day.

You, of all people,

should know that!

You shot Clint for money?

Look, I was told to set

something up at Maddie's.

You didn't count on though,

did ya?

Look, he was gonna

bust it wide open.

Alden, I need the money,

my mother's been-

Get up!

I didn't kill him!

Make me believe you.

Man, I swear... I didn't know

about the second hit.

Yeah, but you know who did it.

Come on...

Alden...

Who did it?

Alright.

Things have gotten

too messy, Alden.

Where'd you get my gun?

That's the difference

between me and Sloan.

Sloan didn't like getting

his hands dirty.

He trusted too much

in the middleman.

You know, I never cared for

you much, Preston.

But I never figured you for one

that was after the money.

Sloan was all about the money,

I wanted the power.

Power?

Power in these two counties?

Power over what?

To control criminals;

Own 'em.

Make 'em do what cops can't.

That don't make you no

different from them.

You're no different.

A kid spray paints

under a bridge...

you don't bring him to me,

you make him paint the

back of Maddie's.

That's not the same.

Maksville County is a safer

place because of me,

and york county

was on its way...

until now.

You can't get away with this.

Come on, Clint's dead.

I have the Prattlers in pocket

to testify against Sloan.

You killed Sloan out of revenge;

I killed you...

in the name of the law.

Yeah, you were a

good Sheriff, Alden.

You just didn't have what it

takes to go all the way.

You better bring a lunch.

Ah!

I told ya I was always close

enough to come running.

Ah!

I knew it wouldn't kill ya,

but I bet it sure as

heck didn't tickle.

Jordan, help me.

Alden!

Oh.

Hey buddy, I smell bacon.

Good morning, partner!

Where'd you get all of that?

Oh, Jordan...

that's from Maddie's.

Doc says I got to...

get my strength back.

Best thing for it.

I don't suppose I could talk you

out of a bacon biscuit?

No, no, no... you gotta look

after that ticker of yours,

buddy boy.

Tell me again how you are alive?

Well...

the first that happened is

I woke up.

And Jordan filled me in on

everything and my suspicions

on Sloan came true

so I figured I'd just...

play dead and let you

catch all the bad guys.

Shirkin' your duty as usual.

I did you a favor.

How's that?

You got to save the day,

and I just...

well I stayed here and...

Scooter whooped me in Uno!

That Sly dog.

Jordan is the one who

saved the day.

She always does,

that's why I married her.

I sure was glad to see her when

she was there, boy... whoo!

She's a lot like you, you know.

Although she'd hate to admit it.

That's why you married her.

She don't listen to me.

You know what she did?

She went down to

that track on her own

and followed Sloan around.

Hmm.

Fillin' in your gaps, I reckon.

Tell you what,

I would trade you all

three of my pigs

for one slice of bacon.

No can do; A deal's a deal.

What deal?

I made a deal with Doc. Bronson

and he agreed to let me play

dead if I agreed to whip

you back in shape and

that's what I'm gonna do.

He seems to think you've got a

lot more to offer

than just being a pig farmer.

Great.

I liked you better when

you was dead.

Don't think you're gonna go down

to the county line and eat all

that barbecue like you used to.

Your life's different now.

You're a hero, buddy.

Can we get the ballgame on this?

Well, who don't like to hear

about themselves on TV?

Now eat your oatmeal.

So how ya doing, darlin'?

I'm good... good!

Well, just want you

to know I'm proud of ya.

Well thanks, dad.

Look at you!

I'm impressed!

About what?

I don't know, you just look

so, like, calm and confident.

Well, I guess I got you fooled.

Still worried about ya, but I...

I know you're doing

what you gotta do.

You look happy, dad.

I guess maybe I...

came across a little bit of

your mother's faith

along the way here.

And I still hate this

facetime thing.

Oh-hmm...

to you too!

Alright.

I love you, dad.

Alright, I love you.

Godspeed.

Hey, Nat.

Listen, I'm proud of ya and all,

but when you bring my burger

could you trade out that soy for

about a half pound of Angus?

Take that up with Maddie.

My criminal days

are over, brother.

Traitor.

I was born

in a haze of bullets

late November,

late seventies

Never did I want

for anything anytime

Never would I crawl down

on my knees

I came of age

in the early 1990's

Fear starts creepin' in

Well, I guess I'm in

better shape than the jukebox!

Well, I'd run the

gauntlet for ya

Take it all and smash it

down for you

You say you

tried to warn me

When I'm gone,

you ain't getting through

Don't say we're

better off this way

When you meant

everything to me, hey

And with your words

ringing in my ears

I'm gonna make my way on

down the trail of tears

My life of

self-indulgence

Costs more than

I ever knew

But I'd trade it

all in one breath

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