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is caring about the land...

on my first day... That's not how

I'd like to get started.

You can go.

Fine.

- 'Morning, Sheriff.

- How are you doing?

Shouldn't diners be friendly?

Well, for you,

first coffee's free.

Thank you.

Second one is twice the price.

- There you go.

- Thanks.

- Morning, Sheriff.

- How are you doing?

What brings you here?

Warrant or pleasure?

- Got a sweet tooth.

- Well, Sheriff Williams...

meet another sugar addict.

This is Pete Horn.

Oh Pete, this is the nice man

that arrested me yesterday.

Howdy.

- Pleased to meet you, Sheriff.

- A pleasure, Pete.

- Do you mind?

- Here.

Breakfast, Sheriff?

Eggs and grits, I guess.

Can I help you?

No, I don't think you can.

But I can help you.

Welcome to Dodge City.

It's the showdown, man.

Legends here are true.

It's incredible.

Yeah?

Come to my swamp place...

I'll show you some things...

if you've the courage to...

Ploog!

What the hell you doing,

you freaky piece of sh*t?

Heel boys. Heel.

I told you,

don't bring them dogs.

Didn't realize you're the law.

You're lucky I didn't eat them.

Good luck.

Have a fine time with

the By water breakfast club.

I've seen this show before.

I'm going.

Bye Pete, take care.

- Got a kiss for me?

- Right.

Don't fill the Sheriff's head

with your bullshit, Ploog.

Don't pay him no never mind,

he's coon crazy.

Crazy as a coon.

That sure is

one shiny new badge.

- No hands on me, mister.

- Thibodeaux.

Wayne Thi... bo... deaux.

Well, take your friend, Mr.?

Rodney Thibodeaux.

Brothers.

Well, your mother must be proud.

So, please sit down, gentlemen.

Let a man have his coffee.

I was just fooling.

Just joking with you.

No man can stand

against it alone.

- What?

- Something is out there.

Waiting.

- She's been like this...

- Since she came.

It's like we're not here.

Tell me if anything changes.

Sheriff? Fraser.

Schist wants you back at the worksite.

Thanks for fitting us in...

- in to your busy schedule. Sheriff.

- Fraser could came out earlier.

You need to see this

for yourself.

You had some vandalism

here last night?

You could call it that.

Had to cancel a whole work day.

They hit every rig.

Slashed the belts, the pipes.

This time they stole dynamite.

I'm already months behind here...

understand?

Will you do anything about

Laroque or just take pictures?

This was done by Laroque?

Hell, yeah!

Red-skinned mother-f***er.

And that old madman,

Pete Horn...

him too.

Yeah? He's old to run a revolution.

Makes no difference,

you can't trust them.

Injuns and coloreds both.

- Steve! I...

- They hate us.

They're snooping and stealing.

They'll burn this place down.

You see if they don't.

You can't trust them.

There's all kinds you can't trust.

Racist a**holes top the list.

Come on. They think I

ripped them off.

But I overpaid for swamp land.

That crook Sallis started it.

- Jake!

- What?

He skipped town with the money.

One of their own.

Break the law,

you have my full attention.

But this is an open case...

until I get hard evidence.

Whatever you believe Sheriff,

you take care.

More things in that swamp

than you'll ever understand.

It's a dark corner of the world.

You better keep your lights on.

- Fraser?

- Yeah. Go ahead, Sheriff.

I'm driving from the worksite...

checking the swamp perimeter.

Listen,

you be careful out there.

Sh*t! This is ridiculous!

Is that you, Laroque?

Jake! Where are you going?

Did you get him?

Did you get a bead on him?

Goddamn it!

I ain't chasing.

Ain't no Indian going

to make me run.

No sir.

Keep your hands

where I can see them.

Show me your hands.

Are you Rene Laroque?

Don't f***ing move!

I'm Sheriff Kyle Williams.

I will put you down.

Go home...

or you will die.

Sh*t!

Jake!

Quit f***ing around, man.

Get back up here,

finish your watch.

Jake!

Come on, man!

I'm done with f***ing around!

F***!

New Sheriff...

meet the old Sheriff.

Jim Corely.

Poor guy, there's

hardly anything left of him.

He's been missing a month.

How'd you find him?

Just lucky, I guess.

Right.

Notice something? Here.

See these?

Bite pattern

of a large mississippitensis.

Common southern alligator.

There's no doubt about this one.

- This one?

Mind getting that?

Please?

County Coroner's office.

- Sheriff.

- Yeah

Fraser, speak up.

Clean up I need you

on a field trip.

Cool.

- I'll get my gear, Sheriff.

- Fraser.

You okay?

Now, you focus, Eric.

You can be freaked out later,

but not on the job.

- What the hell could do that?

- I don't know.

Could this be some kind of...

ritualistic thing?

I have no idea, Sheriff.

No idea at all.

How's a branch shoved

down a throat like that?

Let me show you something.

See the teeth?

Position of the tongue?

Sheriff, this branch wasn't

shoved in.

It's coming from the inside out.

- See, the other bodies, they...

- What other bodies?

I need a cigarette.

- Do you have to smoke?

- Definitely!

Sheriff. 3 of our missing persons...

washed up over 7 months.

Now they all had... well,

not like this, but more like Billy.

Swamp stuff growing inside them,

coming out from inside you understand?

This wasn't filed?

Corely wouldn't let me do autopsies.

He insisted I file them

as 'gator attacks.

What did you think they were?

What f***ing else'd they be?

Goddamn, damn it!

What man could do that?

Sheriff.

I talked to Val.

You're going to get Rene.

Let me do my job.

- Hunt him down like an animal?

- If he's innocent he'll walk.

I won't just sit.

- He didn't do it.

- How do you know?

I saw Rene 2 miles

from Gerber's murder.

- Sheriff!

- Listen...

- I know Rene!

- Yeah, well that's pretty obvious.

- Hey, Kyle!

- What?

Schist's hired the Thibodeauxs...

- to go after Rene.

- Don't you see what's happening?

We'd better get over there

and talk to them.

- I'll lock up.

- Goddamn it!

- Do you smell that?

- That's bad.

Fraser!

What you doing, Fraser?

Shopping for your new

girlfriend there?

Well Rodney, your mama

told my mama...

Jake's getting you boys mixed up

in our investigation.

Well, well, well.

We in trouble?

- We ain't done nothing yet.

- Shut up, Wayne.

What brings you

here, Jake?

Hey! Want a beer?

Oh, that's right.

You on duty.

Old Jake just told us

what happened to Steve Gerber.

- Nasty!

- Real bad.

I'd appreciate you

not discussing...

Get them heads

out the formaldehyde. Sh*t!

I bet you over cooked them.

When over cooked

the skin bursts.

They dry all crackly looking

and weird.

- F***ed up?

- No, we're good.

Well lacquer them up quick.

You know how dumb Yankee

tourists like them shiny.

Just so there's no

misunderstanding.

I see anyone in that swamp

looking for Laroque...

I won't hesitate to throw

the book at you. Get up!

Me and my brother are

just trying to make a living.

No need to get unfriendly like.

Yeah well, Mr. Thibodeaux...

that's as friendly as

I'm going to get.

Come on.

Get inside!

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