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All right, all right.

Forrest, it already settled.

The whole county's gonna

get on board eventually.

Start at $20 a week, $30 a load

and that gets you free passage

throughout the whole county.

- No one'll bother you.

- Don't nobody bother me now.

Mr. Wardell, he'd like a jar

of your finest apple brandy.

That be all right?

Can I help you, son?

Yeah.

You send your clown

with the bow tie around here again,

and I guarantee you'll personally

pull a cleaver out of his f***ing skull.

You understand me?

You're gonna regret this, Forrest.

He's already regretting it,

he's just too ignorant to know it yet.

Go on, go inside now.

You thinking of drawing on me?

Say your piece, Jimmy.

I got a business to run.

All right, Forrest.

Now we got a chance

to make a good stack of money

here while the getting is good.

But for things to run smooth,

you got to grease the tracks.

Yeah, I hear what

you're saying, Jimmy, and...

...we go back a long way, so Im not

gonna make a big deal out of this,

but, uh...

...I'm a Bondurant.

And we don't lay down for nobody.

We'll continue to operate

free and clear here, as always.

Me, I'll never pay no money

to no Mason Wardell

or the next damn bloodsucker

come after him.

I never have, I never will.

I'm sorry you feel that way,

Forrest.

Jimmy, do you have something

that you really wanna say to me?

You can't do it

the old way no more.

I remember there was a time

you had some balls, Jimmy.

Well, I guess we'll see what happens.

Gentlemen.

Look, Deputy, we've got

something of a problem here.

It's Special Deputy, and

I don't see a problem at all.

I hear these mountain boys

have got, uh...

...Injun blood in them.

Cherokee. This would explain

why they're a little...

...animalistic in their nature.

I don't rightly understand

what you mean.

But there's a feeling around

these parts that Forrest Bondurant

is different than other folks.

- Different?

- Indestructible.

Do you mean "immortal"?

Sh*t. You f***ing hicks are

a sideshow unto yourselves.

Sheriff, you have any idea

what a Thompson submachine gun

does to immortal"?

Well, this ain't Chicago.

You can't just shoot him.

Do that, people around here

will string us up from a tree.

Do I look stupid to you?

I've been brought in to do a job.

And I know just who to start with.

You know something?

I don't much like you.

Yeah, well, not many do.

- Gimme some of that.

- Yeah, it's good.

I could run them blockades.

- You? A blockader? Sh*t.

- What do you mean "sh*t"?

Danny, I can drive a damn sight

better than you can.

Just not in the shitcan we got.

Oh, yeah? Well, Forrest,

he don't wanna hear about it.

Yeah, well...

the hell with Forrest.

I'm sick of being his house dog.

You gonna tell him that?

or you want me to do that, too?

You all right there, Jack?

Shut up, Howard.

Forrest ain't got no aspirations.

He still sleeps on a mattress on the floor

like a f***ing Chinaman.

You might wanna watch your mouth there,

little brother.

F*** off, Howard.

- Oh, come on.

- Stop. Stop.

It's...

Where are you going with that stuff?

Church.

Hell, you better take

it easy on that jar then!

He gave a peace

of the world

Let us pray.

If any man loved the world,

the love of the Father

is not in him.

For all that is in the world,

the lust of the flesh

and the lust of the eyes

and the pride of life

is not of the Father,

but is of the world.

Amen.

Thirty-nine, top.

Too much rust

in the tank, maybe.

Or lead.

Mind if I come in?

Don't expect no biscuits

coming out around here.

- Who's that?

- Aunt Winnie.

Why don't you tell Aunt Winnie

this is not a social visit.

Well, I ain't sure

that'll do no good, sir.

She ain't right in the head.

Three things you gotta tell us, son.

Where's the still, where's the

liquor and where's the money?

He don't have it.

Now who might you be?

That there is Jack Bondurant.

Well, I'll be damned.

I was told I'd find you here.

And look...

...here you are.

Go find the still,

leave us alone.

So, the runt of the litter.

You boys don't get it, do you?

Look at me, son.

Oh, you're a peach.

What's going on?

Come closer.

Step forward.

Stop right there.

Get up.

I thought they said you

Bondurant boys were

a bunch of hard-boiled

sons of b*tches.

Oh, this is terrible.

This just won't do.

My brothers are gonna get you.

They're gonna kill you.

Is that so?

It's not gonna help right now, is it?

Why don't you tell

those brothers of yours

we're coming for them next.

You tell 'em.

No more!

No more, please.

Please.

Don't touch me!

Next time I come down real hard.

All right.

So you want to

get into this racket.

But I see you sitting there,

looking like somebody's

punching bag.

So I ask you...

...what do you

intend to do now?

- What do I intend to-do?

- Yeah.

You.

You expect somebody else

to handle it?

- No.

- Howard, maybe?

- That ain't what I meant.

- What did you mean?

I don't need no help.

I'm sorry?

- I don't need no help.

- Oh, you don't?

Here it is.

As long as you are my brother,

you will never let this happen

again, do you understand?

- I get it.

- I don't think you do.

What if I can't?

I mean, I ain't... I'm not

built like you and Howard.

I ain't never been like you.

It's all right.

Jack...

...it is not the violence

that sets a man apart.

All right? It is the distance

that he is prepared to go.

Jack, look at me.

We're survivors.

We control the fear.

And without the fear,

we are all

as good as dead.

Do you understand?

- Do you?

- Rakes told me to tell you

they're coming for you next.

Hm.

Yeah, well, they'll be back,

you can be sure of that.

Um...

A present from

your preacher friend.

You gonna open it?

F*** you, Howard.

Ah, damn.

Forrest Bondurant.

It seems you've been involved

in certain illegal activities.

illegal activities?

Look here, Forrest,

if you play ball with us,

we can make this here

summons disappear.

Are you trying

to shake me down, Henry?

I'm just the messenger here,

Forrest.

Have you met Howard?

Oh, what?

You gonna shoot me, huh?

Howard! Howard!

Huh? Huh?

Huh? You gonna

hurt my brother?!

Huh? You trying to intimidate

us, Sheriff? Huh?

The Bondurants?

All right now.

That's enough now.

You gonna sell out

like them other cocksuckers?

Huh?

That's enough now.

Howard, that's enough.

All right.

You old piece of sh*t.

Now, y'all oughta know better

than to come around here

when Howard's been on the

stump whiskey for a few days.

I think you might wanna

get out of here.

You give my regards

- to Special Deputy Rakes.

- Oh, yeah.

It ain't nothing personal, Henry.

He got that

special look in his eye.

No I don't.

- Yes, he does.

- Yes, you do.

I saw you

at the Bondurant place.

You're not from around here.

Chicago, right?

You were a dancer up there.

The Apex Club, wasn't it?

Did a little number

with feathers, I believe.

Something troubling you?

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