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for how he reacted.

And they were never

the same after that.

He always loved

the girls, though.

He just didn't really know

how to show it, I guess.

I think it can be hard for men.

- How do you feel about her?

- It can be hard

for mothers too.

Morning.

- Good morning.

- Thanks.

- Found some work down south.

- Where?

- New Mexico or Texas.

The border states and sh*t.

- When is it?

- Know Oscar?

- No.

- Oscar, man.

His momma got them food

trucks over there on Grand.

- He a kid.

- Yeah, but his uncle.

So what you think?

- That sounds like

some cartel sh*t.

- Hey man, he's a

player down there.

- Why do they want us?

- Because...

Everybody in the game down there

is a tattooed

Latino motherf***er.

For once, n*ggers ain't

target number one.

- What're we gonna

do about parole?

- They got document forgeries

they do for the illegals.

They give us new IDs.

Byron and Paulie just disappear.

- You couldn't find

anything else legit?

- No.

I ain't doing this without you.

We in this together.

We one, you know?

- Yeah.

This family I'm with, man.

They're going through

some sh*t right now.

- So you're staying straight?

- Yeah.

- That's good.

That's good.

- I mean, ain't nothing

getting too rotten anyway.

- That ain't what I heard.

- What you been doing?

- I ain't been doing

nothing too bad.

- N*gger, I know you.

- Look, I'm just

trying to stay afloat.

You feel me?

Man asked me to rustle stuff

up and around your way.

They be cooking all sorts

of sh*t in quiet towns.

Somebody's gotta

get it out of there.

- So it was just

you and your mom?

- Yeah.

- How was that?

- The only thing I knew.

- What about your dad?

- I met him a couple times.

- I mean, I guess there

was Josh's dad, right?

- Yeah, it was

kinda weird though.

I was already older.

I did like him though

because he made my mom happy.

I don't think she had a lot

of faith in men before him.

Maybe she'd even

be proud of me now,

working here, keeping straight.

- Two, if you and muster it.

- Byron, I want to

tell you a joke.

- What's that?

- Knock, knock.

- Who's there?

- Interrupting cow.

- Interrupting cow...

- Moo!

- That's cute.

- Yup.

- Sh*t.

F***!

- Hey.

- Hey.

- How long you been getting

feed from that supplier?

- I don't know.

- Do you have a receipt for it?

- Why?

- I was just thinking,

maybe we can get it

cheaper somewhere else

and not get all those bad bags.

- What bad bags?

- Well, Josh said

they deliver bags

that have to be returned.

- Well, Josh was

the one who helped

with those new contracts.

So ask Josh.

- Josh, what the f*** you doing?

- Yeah, let me talk to Marquis.

Yeah, it's me, Byron.

- What the f***?!

Give off me!

- You're gonna get me killed.

- What's the big deal?

That's the sh*t

you're into, isn't it?

- Not with whoever

you're doing this for.

- Where are they?

Where'd you put them?

- You're not getting them.

- Don't f*** with me.

- You're not getting them.

Who you even doing this for?

Like we ain't had

enough tragedy already.

You wanna bring more trouble?

- I'll cut you in.

I'll cut you in.

These guys will pay you too.

- You're a fool, man.

I already told Marquis.

You need to get the

f*** away from this

before you get yourself hurt.

You have no idea what

would you're stepping into.

- Whatever you've done is okay.

I got you out of trouble.

- Why make out like

you wanted to help?

- You gonna help yourself?

- How do you know I'm not?

- That'll be the

first f***ing time.

- That's my choice.

I choose for me.

Get the f*** out of my way, man.

- This picture is pretty old,

but it shows the whole farm.

It's this one, right here.

- How long you been doing this?

- I don't know.

- What're you gonna do?

- I don't know.

- Be careful dealing with

wounded animals, bro.

They kick hard.

- F*** him.

- The dealer will come for it.

- But they ain't gonna

do sh*t if they know

Marquis picked it up.

- If you do this sh*t, he

ain't gonna let you out.

He gonna have you

run this for him.

- I'll tell him I'm out.

- You said it don't

work like that.

He gonna think you involved.

You trying to cover yourself

because it's hot.

- I've never crossed him before.

- Yeah and it usually

take more than once.

- What's my play, Paulie?

- Sh*t.

All right.

We can't play it like this, man.

We gotta drop it somewhere

and let him get it.

- I'm not driving around

with that sh*t in my car.

- If you got this planned out,

then why you telling

me where it is?

- Because if

something goes wrong,

you know where it is.

You can sort this for me so

the family don't get hurt.

- Momma, phone!

- Hi, Aunt Beth.

Can you give me a call back?

Please, there's something

I gotta talk to you about.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- I think it's best for

everybody if you leave.

- What? Why?

- Josh told me what's going on.

- All right, look, I was

not involved with that.

- Yeah, I've heard that

quite a few times now.

You know,

I always do my best for family.

But I want you gone by

the time we get back.

- Man, come on.

Pick up your god damn phone.

Trying to save your

motherfucking ass.

Yo, man.

You're gonna be thanking

me when you're not in jail,

all right?

I'm gonna take this sh*t

over to Marquis myself.

Call me back.

- Get your hands

out your pocket.

- What's up, man?

Where is it?

- I'll lead you to it.

There's highway patrol

all over these roads.

- All over these roads, huh?

Come here, man.

- Look, I left it at the farm.

- Mhmm.

I know you tried to

get him off the hook,

but looks to me like your

little lawyer brother, here,

been dealing drugs

for my competition.

I didn't know who was telling

the truth, so here we are.

- Look, I tried to make it

right as soon as I found out.

I tried to make it right.

- I ain't got no

beef with you, Byron.

Okay?

Just give me the ice.

I'll let your

brother, here, go too.

You feel me?

- Yeah,

but I want out.

This stuff at the farm

has got to stop too.

- N*gger, of course you out.

After all this, you're lucky

Marquis is letting you live,

fat boy.

- Aight.

It's in there.

- Get it then.

- What the f***?

It's not there.

- N*gger, you must

be crazy. Get down.

- Chill man.

Hey.

- What're you doing?

- I put it in there.

- Looks like you ain't holding

up your end of the deal.

Where is it?

- I don't know.

I don't know, man, come on.

- Handle that now.

- Marquis, dog, come on.

- No. No. No.

- What the f***?

- Don't move, I got you.

Don't move!

- Who the hell are you?

- Friend of Byron's.

- You set his up?

- No.

What the f*** you

doing here, man?

- You told me to come

and look at that stuff.

- Excuse me, sir.

I'd rather you didn't kill

this associate of mine, okay?

We're just simply here

to collect something

and that's it.

- Yeah, well it's

probably not there.

- It's probably not

there? How you know?

You move it?

- Nope, but I'm guessing

that other colored guy,

who left here in a rush

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