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Get out of my way.

Oh, you don't

need to worry about me.

I ain't the kind to

drink from a greasy cup.

Where's Jack?

I've seen him swanning

around in Daddy's old suit.

- Listen, Howard.

- Yeah?

I need you here

with me tonight...

I got some business with

a couple out-of-towners

I never dealt with before.

- Yeah? Where they from?

- Chicago.

Yeah, well, me and Danny, we just

gotta stop by the stills first.

You just be here by 11:00 now.

You got that?

I got it.

When have I ever let you down?

How'd you like to come

for a ride with me sometime?

You must be jingle-brained

if you think I'm gonna

get in a car

with the likes of you.

Anyway, you oughta be worried

if my father catches you here.

Talking to me.

He's just in the feed store, there.

Why'd I need to be worried?

You know, coming to

the church meeting like that.

And bustin' out of there

like a crazy person.

Are you affected in the head?

Hold on, now, look here.

Look.

Crazy person wear a suit

as fancy as this?

Still don't explain why

you acted like a lunatic.

I didn't want

my feet washed, is all.

- I know who you are.

- Yeah? Who's that?

One of them Bondurant boys,

and that's enough.

There ain't many that have

a good word to say about you.

- Yeah?

- Except some rubbish about a legend.

Yeah.

About you guys being invincible

or some such nonsense.

- Say that word again. What'd you say?

- Invincible.

Well, shoot, I don't know

what that means.

Sounds good, though.

My daddy thinks you boys are

the worst thing ever to hit Franklin.

Well, what would your daddy know?

You sure got a funny way of courting,

Jack Bondurant.

That is what you're doing, right?

Courting?

Yeah.

All right, then.

You tell your daddy I said hi.

- Oh sh...

- Thank you.

- Oh!

- Woo!

Oh, sh*t!

Hey, Red.

Where them feathers at?

He's a crip.

Don't worry about it.

Hey, Forrest.

All right, go tell Maggie

to shut her down.

All right now, that's enough.

Come on, now, get out of here.

I paid for another jar

and she won't give it.

- And then the b*tch done me.

- No, you didn't.

We gonna buy near 100 gallons

of your liquor.

Now you ain't gonna

throw in some extra?

You ain't buying a goddamn thing.

Now go on, get out of here.

He pulled a gun on her, then she

pulled the knife around and cut him.

Did you pull a gun on this woman?

Forrest!

I may be a cripple boy,

you sack of sh*t

but I'll blow your goddamn

brains out if you move!

All right now. Sorry.

Yeah.

Goddamn you, Howard.

Well, you best be getting home.

OK.

Are you sure

you're all right?

A bit too much whoopee

for one night, I guess.

Yeah.

Bye, Forrest.

Hm. Well that don't

make no sense.

Well, I don't see nothin'...

Now you got trouble.

F***in' hillbilly.

[The Bootleggers featuring

Emmylou Harris and Liela Moss:

"So Youll Aim Towards the Sky"]

Damn.

Forrest?

There's something

you need to know.

Mm, now we're

gonna have some fun.

You can come in.

But don't let him talk.

Hey, Forrest.

Them doctors are saying

you walked in here.

All the ways

from Blackwater Station.

Through the damn snow.

Did you get 'em, Forrest?

'Cause I want to be there when you do.

I'll hold them down myself.

Walking all the way here from

- Blackwater Station...

- Jack, why don't you shut up a minute?

Um...

You should've been there, Howard.

Look what they did to you.

I'm leaving, Forrest.

Huh.

Well, it ain't really the quiet

life you're looking for?

Those people, Forrest...

People like them,

they're why I left Chicago.

I got out and ran.

Come here, Maggie.

Now this has nothing

to do with you, you hear?

Nothing at all.

Did you check out

of that place yet?

I want you to come stay

at the station for a while.

With those guys still around,

you're best off close to us.

We don't want to

see you getting hurt.

"We?"

You can, uh...

You can use the spare room.

I know a fella across the county line,

take your whole run

for five dollars on the gallon.

- Baloney.

- No, Howard, it's a fact.

- Cricket got a message to him.

- Five dollars?

- Yep.

- Beat it, Jack.

I'm not in the mind

for your horseshit.

I'll do the driving, Howard,

you ain't gotta worry about nothing.

You?

- And Cricket.

- And Cricket,

that twisted little gimp. You're

gonna deal with Floyd Banner?

You're a goddamn house dog, Jack.

You sweep the floors.

You got no goddamn vision, Howard.

Go on, scram, get outta here.

Hey what's eatin' you anyway, huh?

The fact that you let your own brother,

old Forrest, down?

Shut your mouth!

What you doin', Jack?

Checkin' on you.

- I'm all right.

- All right, then.

Yeah, I'm all right.

- Yeah, I was just worried.

- I'll be home tomorrow.

Go on, now.

I'll see you tomorrow, then.

- Hey.

- What the hell are you doin', Jack?

Come here and help me with this.

Sh*t, Jack, are you off your nuts?

- I'm done waiting for table scraps.

- Forrest is gonna throttle you.

Don't you worry about that, grab a box.

You just call Gummy Walsh.

You tell him we're

bringing a big load.

Two hundred gallons at least.

- "We?"

- Yeah.

You mean you and me?

Well, hell, I need backup, Cricket.

You my partner or what?

Sh*t.

Grab that tarp.

Sh*t.

Jesus, Cricket, you look like you're

about to sh*t yourself a kitten.

Whoa, you wouldn't really

shoot that thing.

If anybody gonna

give me cause to, I might.

- Oh, bullshit, I don't believe you.

- Absolutely.

Pow, right between the eyes.

What is that?

The transmission?

It don't sound like it.

Did you put gas in it?

- Did you put gas in the truck?

- Sh*t!

You forgot to put gas in it. Well,

what the f*** are we gonna do now?

Uh...

- Huh?

- Uh...

I'm sorry, Jack!

I had other things on my mind.

Like robbing your brothers,

for instance.

other things on your mind? All you

had to do was put gas in the truck!

All you had to-do

was put gas in it!

I got me an idea.

I got an idea.

Now we're just two bootleggers

waiting for the ATU!

This road is crawling

with cops, Cricket!

You know that we're

just sitting ducks?

- You gotta be kidding me!

- What, you got a better idea?

You're gonna put moonshine

in the gas tank?

Come on!

Oh, sh*t!

Yeah! Yeah!

You must be Cricket Pate, huh?

Jack, meet Gummy Walsh.

So what you got?

Well, sir, we got 100 gallons

of quality White Lightning,

and 100 finest Crazy Apple.

- Eel juice from Franklin County?

- Yes, sir.

All right.

It's all right.

What you got there,

a little pea-shooter?

OK, now walk.

- Walk.

- We had a deal.

You're one stupid sack of sh*t,

ain't you, boy?

Can't we work something out?

That how you hillbillies do business?

With a pop-gun?

I said f***ing walk!

That's far enough.

All right, you're next.

You dug them boys

a hole like I told you?

Meet Floyd Banner.

Ain't no honor in the business anymore.

- Shoot 'em.

- Wait, wait.

Best stand back, fellas, unless

you wanna get your suits all splattered.

These country boys

can make a real mess.

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