Bad Country Page #4

Excuse me.

So where you off to, Gracie?

I'm gonna go visit my mama.

She's real sick.

That's too bad.

So you're gonna be

gone a long time then?

Yeah, I reckon. You know,

till she gets to feeling better.

Buzz?

What can I do y'all for?

How come the Weiland brothers

is locked up and you ain't?

Them Weiland boys is locked up?

I don't know nothing about that.

See, 'cause I heard different.

There ain't nothing

different to hear, Catfish.

I ain't talked to

neither one of 'em.

The problem is, Gracie,

you did talk to someone.

- You want one?

- No, Ma.

I know it's bad timing,

but it's your father.

And quite frankly, his timing

never was good for much.

Quite frankly, this reads like a son

of a b*tch that's afraid to die alone.

Did you talk to him?

He called.

Did he want to see you, too?

Your father and I made our

peace a long time ago.

He chose to leave, I chose to stay.

Say hi to your daddy.

Isn't he precious?

So, what are they saying then?

Well...

Well, I ain't gonna lie to you.

I'm looking at life without parole.

Life?

Do you know how f***ing

long that is, Jesse?

What am I supposed to do?

Wait?

Your friends been coming by the

house and asking questions

while I'm waiting for the

goddamn phone to ring.

You said we were done with this,

that they were out of our lives.

I have no money, Jesse.

Which means we don't

have no f***ing food.

Say something, would you?

It's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid for my life

and for our baby.

Baby.

Now listen to me.

Everything's gonna be okay.

I guarantee it, that's my word.

Okay.

- I love you.

- I love you.

It's okay.

Lynn Weiland.

We haven't been properly introduced.

I'm Detective Bud Carter.

I know who you are.

A handful?

- Got a ride home?

- We took the bus.

Take a cab.

You need anything, anything at all,

be sure to call me.

Bye.

Hey!

Hey, Tommy.

Check it out, man.

Hey, check it out.

Sh*t.

Tommy.

Want a cup of coffee?

You got a problem.

Yeah, what's that?

To start out with,

you're looking at 200 years.

Is that all?

I could do that time

standing on my head.

Yeah, I know you can do it.

But can your family?

Your brother's dead, Jesse.

As we're sitting here now,

he's on a slab in the morgue.

The coroner's calling it suicide, but you

and I both know that's a load of sh*t.

You can do the time, sure.

Never see your kid.

Except in here.

You could recruit him.

I think you wanted out

before I got to you.

That's why you distanced yourself. That's

why you're out there cracking safes.

Look. Inside, who I am,

there's pressure!

I work for you, I won't need

a lawyer, I'll need a priest.

My outside finances is gone.

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