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is feed the hungry.

Is there something

wrong with that?

I'm glad you finally

came back, man.

'Cause now I know how truly

f***ing crazy you are.

I'm sorry.

I never should have left you.

Not ever.

That's what you do, Floyd.

You run away.

Tell me where Maddox

has my bag, please.

In his office safe.

Your tape, the camera,

it's all there.

What are you gonna do,

just walk in there?

Just worry about yourself, okay?

- Grady.

- What?

Your husband.

How'd he fall?

He threw himself on a grenade.

Friends...

In this vote-harvesting

season,

may I suggest something?

There is no left or right,

no forward or backward,

only what we know

to be morally right.

I keep telling them,

the only number for me

is 36-24-36.

Man!

- That felt phenomenal.

- That's it.

That's the number.

- The what?

- For Maddox's office safe.

- Did you get any sleep at all?

- Rayburn.

I need to make a phone call.

I'm trying to watch my stories and

you want to make a phone call now?

Yeah, now.

Can I use your cell phone?

I don't even

know the... oh.

- F***.

- Damn, damn, damn!

None of that, sheriff. Considering

all your small town handicaps,

most notably this idiot

f***ing deputy you got here,

I'd say you've done

an exceptional job.

- My what?

- Now...

Gentlemen...

I need to make a phone call.

You are a wanted...

I'm sorry, sheriff.

Formerly wanted individual,

who will be charged in both

military and civilian courts.

Non-compliance

with procedural rules,

desertion,

leaving the scene of a crime,

the murder of a beloved

public official

and stealing my f***ing car!

There's no one to call.

I need a phone.

Now.

Where's the f***ing medal,

Floyd?

He doesn't have it, sh*t bag.

He got rid of it.

- This one?

- F*** me.

Stealing off a dead man, huh?

Nothing sacred in your world,

is there, boys?

He gave it to me.

You think I don't know

what happened?

Lance corporal Paul Gerard,

crashed his car about

five miles outside of town.

You two idiots show up,

steal the medal

so you can pawn it off

as your own.

And then you let a soldier

die all by himself.

- That's not true.

- Everything you are

spits on that medal.

Hand it over.

It looks like you might just have

to come take it from me, sergeant.

- Keys.

- Now wait just a goddamn...

Sheriff, this is my show.

Floyd, you have no idea

just how happy this is...

You been knocked out!

Put that gun on the table

and back the f*** up!

Now.

Oh, no.

You're f***ed for this,

Mcmasters!

Completely and totally f***ed!

I'm sorry.

All I wanted to do was make

one goddamn phone call!

- Dammit.

- Oh, god, I gotta pee.

I'm sorry I hit you.

I had it coming.

Jesus...

You really pummeled that guy.

Who were you trying to call?

Grady.

So where we going

in this stolen police cruiser?

Maddox's office.

She needs the number.

Yep.

We're f***ed.

- Oh, Jesus.

- -I got the number.

What the hell happened?

- 36, 24, 36.

- What?

For the safe.

Trust me.

We're f***ed.

Yes!

Hide.

All right, boys, find that footage

and don't be neat about it.

Oh, it's already gone.

Stop firing!

Drop it, big boy.

Don't shoot us.

Oh, my god.

What are you doing?

Are you crazy?

Christ, Ted.

You had no right

to steal that photo.

Ted!

- Jonathan.

- Look.

- Where is it?

- -Oh, Ted.

Oh, my god.

The stuff from the safe, where is it?

Hand it over.

I got it.

And I'm taking it

right out that door.

Shoot him.

You ugly son of a...

Jesus.

Now we leave.

Tell me, Mcmasters.

You still mowing lawns?

You're done.

You were done the second

you threw us out on the street.

Done.

No, no, no, no, no.

I haven't even started.

You, pistolero.

You're hired.

Aah, f*** me.

Sarn't.

Hey!

How does it feel

to turn into a broke,

delinquent liar,

like your old dad?

You know, some nights

when we were hungry,

I used to go to the bathroom

and lock the door,

drink enough water out of

the faucet till I was full.

So I could sleep.

Time to go, sergeant.

Townville financial,

we're the currency

of contentment.

But I need the services

of a decorated soldier

like yourself for one hour.

And I'm willing to pay.

About $160 a minute.

Who is this?

Good morning, Mr. Maddox.

Susan, good morning.

I just wanted to let you know

that I won't be coming in

to work today

because I'm at the FBI.

- Susan?

- -Hello, Maddox.

Why don't you grab a cup of

coffee and come down and see us?

Unless of course you'd like

to meet in your office?

You're driving.

Okay, I'll drive.

I'm staying.

You're way too serious

right now.

Come on, get in the car.

Come on, man.

Get in the car, me and you, in

this car, driving out of here.

Not this time.

Always a pleasure.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey, Mcmasters.

Figured you'd want it.

For luck.

Luck I got.

- Oh! Whew!

You gotta love

sour apple liqueur.

Get in.

- Floyd, this is my son, Jake.

- Hello.

Hello.

What's wrong with your leg?

Got shot.

You need a lift somewhere?

Where you going?

Hold it right there.

Hey, watch yourselves.

We've got a fifth grader

right here.

- Dammit. -You forget your

cuffs again, sheriff?

Just... restrain him.

Be careful, walls.

This man is not

who he claims to be.

Oh, really?

Rayburn, take him downtown.

You got it, sheriff.

What's he charged with?

Excuse me?

Go ahead.

I'm listening.

Beautiful morning,

ain't it, sergeant?

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