Lawless Page #5

You got it all figured out?

Yeah.

Damned if your face don't

belong on a coin, Bertha.

- Jack.

- I mean it.

I ain't never seen nothing

as beautiful as you right here.

Not never.

I wish I had the damn words to tell you.

You're doing just fine.

You're a damn fool, Jack.

- Jack!

- What?

- It's the law!

- What?

The law! The ATU!

It's the law!

Come here, come here.

- What the hell was that?

- We gotta go!

All right, look.

You take her. Take her.

- Go to the Station, I'll meet you there.

- Jack...

Go. Go, go, goddamn it, go!

- Keep moving!

- Where the f*** is that coming from?

Mm...

Go, go, go!

- Do you think we scared them off?

- I don't know.

What the hell's that?

- Goddamn it, listen!

- Sh*t.

Huh?

F***!

- I'm gonna kill you, motherf***er.

- Hey, Rakes!

Remember me?

- You're not gonna shoot me.

- Oh, yeah?

Look at you. Boo- hoo.

OK, let's go. Close in!

Goddamn nance.

- Move in!

- Come on, Jack!

Go, go, go!

Get those sons of b*tches! F***!

- Good job, boys.

- Thank you, sir.

They found Cricket Pate

and some gal.

- The cripple boy?

- Yep.

- Hiding out in the woods.

- You all right?

Come on, miss,

let's get you home, now.

Come on.

Don't worry, miss, he'll be fine.

Keep on going.

That friend of yours,

he called me a nance.

Why would he say that?

I don't know, sir.

Maybe 'cause you smell funny.

What's wrong with

your damn legs, anyway?

I got rickets when I was a kid.

Left me a little hinky.

That's it. Down a bit.

Here, just goin here.

What are we...

Why do you want me to goin there?

It's fine. Come on.

He makes a goddamn mess

on Charlie Rakes' shirt!

He called me a f***ing nance!

Forrest, I never meant to...

Go on, you never meant what?

To walk around like you own the place?

Or like you're...

...you're public enemy number one now?

Forrest, I was just

trying to make sure...

Letting you in was a mistake.

- I'm sorry.

- Hm?

I said I'm sorry. I'm sorry

they damn blew up your stills.

I'm sorry they got the car.

- I'm sorry they took your money.

- My money?

Hold on. My money?

This ain't about the goddamn money.

This is about a goddamn principle.

Might be

he's had enough, Forrest.

Yeah, as for you,

you dumb son of a b*tch...

I just heard...

They got Cricket.

- What do you mean?

- They killed him.

Cricket's dead, Jack.

That boy never hurt a... fly.

He was a good boy.

[The Bootleggers featuring

Ralph Stanley and Emmylou Harris:

"Fire in the Blood/ Snake Song"]

Them bastards!

Forrest.

Uh, we just want to say how...

How sorry we are about Cricket.

We all liked that boy.

And whatever was done to him goes

beyond the point of forgiveness.

Yeah, well there's a lot

that can't be forgiven.

All right, Forrest, I know

what we done wasn't right...

You sold us out, Jimmy.

It's time y'all picked a side.

Jack.

- What do you want?

- I need to talk to Forrest.

- No you don't.

- Ja...

You talk to me now.

Now, looky here, Jack.

I just want y'all to know

that neither me nor my officers

had anything to do with

what happened to Cricket.

- He was a good boy...

- Just your best buddy, Rakes.

He ain't my buddy.

What he done to that boy...

...there can be no absolution.

You come all the way out here

to tell me that?

I'm risking something being here, Jack.

Now... I come here to tell you

that what happened to Cricket

ain't the end of something, but the start

of something. You understand me?

Mason Wardell,

he's gotten Rakes to bring in

extra ATU officers from the city.

They're gonna shut down

the whole damn county.

They already got me and

my deputies close down the bridge.

No ones getting in

and no ones getting out.

- Where is Rakes?

- Never you mind.

- I asked you a question.

- I'm warning you, son.

You keep your voice down.

You better lay low.

At least till this blows over.

This is a war they is waging.

You ain't gonna survive.

You best get out of here now.

Go on.

Jack!

Forrest!

- Ah, sh*t.

- Hey, wake up!

Damn it, Jack.

What are you doing?

Well, Jack's gone off half-cocked.

That's it, then.

Forrest, Jack done took off

in Cricket's car!

Calm down, Howard.

Go fetch the car.

He got trouble

written all over him.

Come on, Danny, I said get up!

I gotta watch you die all over again.

What you talkin' about?

I gotta find you lying

in a pool of your own blood?

Drag your damn body into my car?

Drive you down to the hospital,

your throat cut from ear to ear?

You did that?

I'm not doing it again.

I thought I walked.

Isn't that just like you

to believe your own damn legend?

Come on, Forrest,

get a move on!

Wait a minute.

You came back here that night?

They see you?

Forrest, come on!

- Then what happened?

- Nothing.

I asked you a question.

I told you.

Look at me.

Maggie, look at me.

- What happened when you got back?

- Not a damn thing.

Now you know.

Not a goddamn one of them bastards

ever did a damn thing to me.

Forrest, come on!

Son of a b*tch.

- Wasn't that Jack Bondurant?

- Sh*t!

It's that Bondurant boy!

Where's that murdering piece of sh*t?!

He's got a gun.

Rakes! You motherf***er,

where are you?!

- Where are you?!

- Just hold it right there, Jack.

- Rakes, you bastard!

- You looking for me, son?

Stop!

Rakes!

Deputy! Stand down, deputy!

- You are one stupid boy!

- Put down your weapon.

Forrest.

Hey!

Kill those sons of b*tches!

Hold your fire!

Huh? How's that feel?

Come on, Danny.

Cease fire!

Cease fire, deputies!

Take that, you sh*t-kicking rubes!

Jack!

- Get him out of there!

- Howard!

I'll teach you to mess with

Special Deputy Charlie Rakes.

Sheriff?

You are nothing now!

That goes for all you hicks!

Stand down, everybody!

Stand down!

Cease fire!

Hold your fire. Jimmy, please.

Let's stop this right here.

No one else needs to get hurt.

Time to die, you chicken-sh*t

sons of b*tches!

Stand down, deputy!

It's time for me

to take out the garbage!

- Goddamn it, Rakes, stand down!

- Immortal?

- Immortal?! What a f***ing laugh!

- Deputy!

F***!

Someone help Forrest!

Now get the f*** out of Franklin.

You gonna let him walk away?

Get out of my way! All of you!

- Now, everybody...

- F***!

- Just stay calm.

- Come on, just take it easy.

I work for the Commonwealth's attorney!

Stay where you are, Jimmy.

You're candy-assed motherfuckers!

Every single one of you!

You bastard!

- Forrest! Forrest!

- Goddamn it, stop shooting!

- Holster your weapons!

- No!

Get some help!

Somebody get some help!

What was he thinking?

You f***ing bastards

are gonna pay for this!

Rakes!

Jack!

Now just hold it right there, Jack!

Gimme the gun.

Now, everybody just stay calm.

Let it be, Jimmy.

Jack.

Jack!

F***.

Christ.

Son of a b*tch.

All right then.

In December 1933,

Prohibition finished.

So ended the great Franklin County

Moonshine Conspiracy,

as it became known.

That same year,

Commonwealth Attorney Mason Wardell

was arrested on charges of corruption.

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