The Baytown Outlaws Page #2

Bull sheet. What the catch?

Yeah. Why didn't you just

go to the cops with this?

His voice box was crushed

when he was a kid. He can't talk.

'Cause I told her we'd do it.

Why would he go and do

a dumb thing like that?

'Cause you guys are my only shot.

I just want to get Rob

and take him away from all this sh*t.

- That window closes Tuesday night.

- Do we look like FedEx to you'?

- Shut up.

- You shut up.

- Shut up, man.

- You shut up.

I'm talking to the lady.

Shut up, man!

- Shut up!

- I just want peace of mind.

That's something the cops can't give me.

- And you think we can provide that?

- Yeah.

If he's arrested, he'll just get out

in 18 months and hunt me down.

This ain't Oodie Brothers Incorporated.

It is now. She just gave us

Five up front.

Guys, it's what we've been waiting for.

It's a chance.

You wanted to be the last

true family man, Clark.

OK.

OK, lady. We'll take your money.

We'll even get your kid back.

But if this man, this...

- Carlos.

- If he's as crazy as you say he is,

then why didn't he just kill

you in the first place?

He tried.

So when you leave,

it would be great if Lincoln

could put a boot through his skull.

You ladies have any other questions'?

Henry, there's someone

in the back for you. In your office.

- Who?

- Anthony Reese. He's an ATF agent.

- Cute, too.

- Yeah. Thanks for that.

I'll be sure to freshen up

before I go in.

Agent Reese. Henry Millard.

- Pleasure, sir.

- Well...

- We don't see suits in here much.

- Yeah, I can see why.

- How do people move in this heat?

- At our own pace.

So... what can I do you for?

Well, I wanted to ask you a few

questions regarding the shootout

that occurred earlier today.

We think we may have a lead

on some suspects.

- Is that a fact?

- Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

It was a... It's an interesting region

you have over here.

It seems every few months there's

a large number of violent offenders

that go missing or show up dead,

but there's never any leads.

Cases just... go away.

It's very weird.

Well, I guess around here

finding justice for murderers

isn't a top priority.

Right. Do you know the Oodie Brothers'?

I know all, son. But I can see you

came prepared for show and tell.

So... get with the getting.

All right. Prime suspects!

Case dating back to their father,

Jonathan Warren Oodie,

or Johnny Boy Oodie, as he was called.

Guessing you would have loved this guy.

Apparently, in his mid-twenties,

Johnny Boy got involved with the Klan.

Made things very colourful for local

law enforcement back in the day.

Flash-forward, KKK just about

dumbed themselves out of existence

and Johnny Boy went out

in a blaze of glory

during a federal drug raid

in March of '86.

No known mother to speak of, which

makes these three a Christmas miracle.

Sound familiar to you, Sheriff? No?

There were no grandparents or kin

suitable to take the children in,

so they were sent into foster care.

Then, when they became of age, they

started to become everyone's problem.

The oldest is Brick.

He is Johnny Boy in the flesh.

Can't seem to stay out of trouble.

And boy, does he love his guns.

Then it looks as though they tried

to go legit for a minute.

So they put their middle brother,

Lincoln, in Southern Circuit Wrestling.

He ended up killing

seven men in the ring. And guess what?

Absolutely nothing was done about it.

Nope. Promoters wouldn't charge him,

saying it was accidental and part

of his neck-breaking gimmick.

And to make this giant f***er

even freakier, he cannot talk.

Or at least he couldn't

last time anybody checked.

Wrestled under the name

the Dixie Reaper.

And then there's McQueen.

Practically illiterate.

He's the baby of the brood.

He was well on his way

to becoming a real-life G.l. Joe.

But he's got a bit of an issue

with authority.

Whoo!

That's a mighty fine

detective job you've done, son.

- Thank you, sir.

- But... it ain't as easy as all that.

- So you do know the Oodie Brothers'?

- Like I said, I know all.

I can't just bring them boys in 'cause

some suit from Philadelphia wants me to.

Well, you can if some suit

from Chicago tells you to.

The longer you stay down here,

the more you're going to realise,

we don't like being

told what to do, son. Now...

if you'll excuse me,

I got other work to attend to.

No, Sheriff. Listen, I'm just asking

for, you know, a little cooperation.

Once this thing gets wrapped up,

I'll get out of your hair.

Why don't you let me

worry about my county'?

We'll be in Dallas by midnight.

I'll drive us

until I can't drive no more.

Can you believe she went ahead

and paid us five grand up front?

I know, right?

I mean, you'd think she'd have

some trust issues, right?

- But hey, each to their own.

- Each to their own, man.

Each to their own.

Now, I know we've got

an address to Austin,

but shouldn't she have given us like

a picture of the kid or something?

How many kids you reckon

they got up there'?

I mean,

they ain't running a day-care centre.

- OK.

- Yeah.

What if we get there

and Rob's a baby?

Well, if he's a baby,

they got baby junk up there.

- That's smart.

- It's not like they're riding around

with a baby in a shoebox or nothing.

I mean, come on.

Besides that, them bullet scars didn't

look too fresh on Celeste's belly.

- You're right. You're right.

- Yeah.

- What if there's more than one kid?

- Why are you asking me so many

goddamn questions, man?

We just went over this! What?

What do you want to know?!

What do you want to know?!

- How will we know which is Rob?

- I'm gonna say which one's Rob!

How about that? I'm gonna say,

"You know what, I don't want Kevin!

I don't want Michael!

No, I don't want Stephen!"

if there's a bunch of f***ing kids

around I'm gonna say, "I want Rob!"

How about that?

F***ing hell, man!

It's a damn simple smash and grab!

We smash whoever's in front of us

and we take Rob!

Damn! Plain and simple!

What? Sorry, Lincoln.

- I don't know why you have to yell...

- Your faggoty brother won't shut up!

I'm inquisitive, and you know that!

Where'd you learn that word?

Inquisitive?

- Where the f*** did you pick that up?

- It's in my lexicon, man!

- Jackass. Yeah?

- I've got it up here.

There's a lot you

don't know about me.

Are you ready for a potty break'?

How many books you read, motherf***er?

- Where are we?

- We're in Crockett.

Davy Crockett. What time is it'?

Foun.

Hey.

I guess there's

a little candy in every pifiata.

Shh.

Got some free sh*t!

Take it easy, Van Damme! Hey.

Hadji at the front desk said

we're only a few hours from Austin.

- Nice!

- Whoo!

- Who that?

- F***. Who do you think?

Don't answer that sh*t, man!

Don't answer it. Don't you...

- Hey.

- Hey'?

Don't hey me.

The hell are you'?

Texas.

Texas?

Well, what in the Sam Hill could

you possibly have to do in Texas?

Hey, man. Check this out.

Permian Stadium from

Friday Night Lights. It's on the way!

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