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to anyone?.

Cross my heart.

Esper"s in jail, and I don"t

know how to get him out.

Who did this to you?.

He told me he would put me

in jail if I said something.

He said he would help me

get him out.

Who, Donna?.

I have to

get Esper out of jail.

I can"t ask my dad

for bail money.

It"s okay.

We"re going to get him out.

Were you raped, sweetheart?.

Do you still see

the light around me?.

Nobody can take that away.

The Lord blessed you with it.

- Did they get you a doctor?.

- Hell no.

- It looks real bad.

- It hurts.

Did they take your dope?.

Well, they"re police, Donna.

- I want some dope.

- Let"s get the f*** out of here.

I- I really want

to get some dope.

I feel so alone without it.

- You jonesing?.

- Mm-hmm.

Real bad.

Can we get some, please?.

Do I look like $200,000 to you?.

You look like

squatted sh*t to me.

Now get in.

Why do you have to be so mean?.

- It didn"t happen.

- He"s not dead?.

Not only is he not dead,

but Daisy put the money up

to bail him out.

That little b*tch.

F***!

I already started grieving

for my dead son.

All right.

Sh*t.

Okay.

Okay,

here"s what"s gonna happen.

I"m gonna monitor Esper

till his official court date.

I"m gonna have

that little f***er back inside

before the end of the month.

How did you let this happen?.!

I"m sorry, Larry.

- What did you call me?.

- Larry?.

Oh, you mean "God," don"t you?.

As in, "God, if I was

I still wouldn"t be

as smart as Larry!"

Say it!

God, if was 100 times as smart,

I wouldn"t be as smart as Larry.

Better.

You know,

you never would have been able

to put any of this together

if it wasn"t for me, you idiot.

Wipe your lip.

Okay, from now on, you"re gonna

keep your stupid trap shut.

[ Sighs ]

You let me handle things.

All right.

Come here.

Sorry.

Thought you were the feds.

Or aliens.

I need some dope.

Artie slings the dope.

Where is he?.

Crashed and burned.

You may be family,

but those are the rules.

This is a business.

Heard you lost

your jail virginity.

Who"s your probation guy?.

Don"t have one yet.

You will.

Who"s yours?.

Got Don Wheeler.

Deals with the juveniles.

Once I turn 18, I get

turned over to the big f***er.

Who"s the big f***er?.

Dirty cop.

Comes by here all the time

and makes us give him a load.

Then he comes back and tries

to bust us six months later.

Sounds like a f***er I know.

Hey.

What kind of book you got here?.

Uncle Fester"s.

Key to methamphetamine

manufacturing.

- This teach you how to batch?.

- Sure does.

Ecstasy, too.

ESPER:

What does it say?.

Well...

"Making Methamphetamine. "

That"s it, baby.

- That"s working?.

- Yeah.

Ah! It"s hot.

- Put in two?.

- Yep.

Hey.

Come here.

I think I got it.

- Want to try?.

- [ Chuckling ] Yeah.

Oh.

Mmm.

Tell you what.

[ Inhales deeply ]

God, it gives you a rush,

doesn"t it?.

Tell you what.

I don"t give a sh*t.

I"m never gonna work

in a f***ing factory again.

They can kiss my ass.

- Mm-hmm.

- You know that?.

We can take this,

and we can make this stuff

in 20 f***ing minutes.

Are you kidding me?.

What"s the crime in that?.

Is there one?.

No.

I don"t want to sell to no kids

or nothing like that.

Plus, it makes me feel good.

Come here.

Come here, beautiful.

It"s pretty, huh?.

Not as pretty as you.

Come on.

Let"s do some more.

Set me up a line.

...where we once placed

our heaviest reliance.

Glen Hanson reports.

This is America's great

breadbasket - the Midwest.

But we're alarmed out here -

alarmed at the rate

our farms and croplands

are being abandoned.

No one living

in this fertile plain

and watching these lands

endlessly produce their bounty

ever believed it could happen.

- Where"s everybody going?.!

- It's as simple as that.

For 100 years,

the great expanse of land

from the Mississippi to the

Rockies, from Texas to Montana,

poured forth a superabundance

of wheat, corn, and cattle

to feed a nation and the world.

It was an article of faith here

that anything that increased

the yield was good.

And it wasn't a purely selfish

point of view.

...and we took

our responsibilities seriously.

You didn"t get out of here,

though.

I know you love me, Larry.

...to see what was happening.

Oh, we see it now, of course...

I know you do.

I know you do. I know.

...to kill the insects just

as they were supposed to do.

Dude, just keep it low.

Here.

Sh*t.

I feel queer

with you holding it.

Relax, relax.

Well, let me do it.

Well, now...

Hey, I"m sorry about Leo.

Thanks.

Mmm.

Tried to call him from jail.

Oh, your dad?.

Then I realized he was dead.

Huh.

That"s weird, man.

Yeah.

Donna help you make this?.

Sure did.

How long did it take?.

Not long.

This chick can make any dope.

Who is the chick?.

She lives here in Polecat.

She"s new in town "cause

she strips up in Des Moines.

F*** her yet?.

Not yet.

Dominique knows how to batch.

Dominique?.

Yeah.

Like dominatrix.

Sex-goddess stuff.

That"s good,

but it ain"t any dope.

She got a strike!

One more!

She got it.

You want to bowl or what?.

Let"s do it, man.

Let"s bowl.

Let"s go.

We got to hurry.

Get up there!

Get up there!

- I am.

- Let"s go.

Break it off.

Farmer!

Let"s go.

Aah!

Sh*t!

- Go on, Nicky. Run!

- MAN:
Hey!

- Come on!

- Bastards!

- Come on!

- Damn it!

I"m not into needles.

Banging it"s a better high, man.

Plus, it won"t mess

your nose up.

I got a hole in this nostril

that would take

a quarter of dope to pack

to even get drainage.

Smoking is sh*t.

Ether makes me cough.

Wrap that rubber around your arm

and find me a vein.

You got a boyfriend?.

Let me put it to you this way.

When I shoot, I want to screw.

Even you.

Good choice.

Did it hurt?.

It"s heaven.

Want me set you up, baby?.

I like to share.

It"s the ritual

that gets me off now.

Ooh.

Look at me.

Do you like me?.

Sharing the blood is caring.

What"s wrong?.

Did it feel bad?.

Somebody"s trying to kill me.

Please stop saying that.

I never said it before.

You mumbled it to me in a dream.

The dream feel real?.

Yeah.

But it was more like

a nightmare.

I"m not working

ever f***ing again

if we can manage

to sell this sh*t.

We can sell it.

I just don"t know

if it"s the right thing to do.

What"s better than going in

at 5:
00 a. m. tomorrow morning

to provide America

with garbage bags?.

I just want to do it right,

you know?.

I think I"m in love

with Dominique.

You out of your mind, man?.

B*tch probably has AIDS.

She knows how to move her body.

You"re in love with any woman

who sleeps with you.

You use a rubber?.

No.

Nobody in Iowa has AIDS.

How are you, Donna?.

Fine, thank you.

I take it

you"re not even gonna look

at the wrong side of the law,

are you, now, boy?.

Well!

Look who we got here.

You"re next.

Look who"s in my f***ing

office - Esper Harte.

I"m your new probation officer.

I only got a few simple rules.

You follow "em,

we"ll get along just fine.

Well, you were convicted

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