Bad Country Page #6

I feel that you need

someone lobbying for you

on the state level as

well as in Washington.

My company can

provide that service.

Hey, Mr Jesse.

How you doing, kid?

- Where's the old man?

- He's at a meeting.

But you can go on in and wait.

I'm aware that you have

multiple businesses.

However, I feel that you

need one go-to guy.

Somebody who's going to

coordinate those ventures

and see that those contracts

and transactions are realised.

That's my job, Mr Adams.

That's what I do.

What's this going to cost us?

Retainer would be $350,000

plus 10% of any economic growth

that I bring your organisation.

Dan, don't you think

that's a little excessive?

I'll give you 2%, Mr Morris.

That's what it's worth.

You know, Mr Adams,

my daddy always said

good things ain't cheap and

cheap things ain't good.

The advance would be

a drop in the bucket.

The real money is

in the percentage.

And it'd be in your

interest to agree with me.

Okay. Fair enough.

You got yourself a deal.

Okay.

Pleasure.

Maybe now he can

afford a new toupee.

Give us a minute, Kiersey.

I see you added to your collection.

I appreciate you making my bail.

It ain't nothing.

- You got a boy now, a son?

- Yeah.

He got a name?

I named him Tommy.

Nice.

Jesse...

You've been a busy boy

in more than one way.

Well, it looks like you

done just fine without me.

You have business rolling

through the door.

The last time I saw you,

you asked for time.

Time to raise a family,

time to straighten things out.

So, I gave you the time.

And then safe jobs popping up.

Lafayette. Clinton.

New Orleans. Baton Rouge.

All over the place.

The boys think it's n*ggers gone

widespread on a hunt for pig's feet.

But no.

Them's professional burn jobs.

So I says to myself, "This be the work

of a white, respectable burglar."

Jesse.

All that work,

a dozen safe cracking

jobs behind my back,

and never did you consider tribute

or a contribution to the cause.

Just like I said,

I needed a little time.

Well...

Even the prophets, they

stumble from time to time.

Welcome home.

Hey, it's a shame

about your brother.

Y'all wanna talk about crime?

I can tell you things.

Names. Locations.

What boat is carrying drugs,

which ones is guns.

I'm gonna tell you who's

going to get cut up and why.

What I got to know is,

if and when I do this,

if I wear your dog collar,

are y'all gonna do what's right by me and

keep my head from getting shot the f*** up

so I can go see my family again?

'Cause the truth is, y'all need me.

Y'all ain't got enough cops with

enough sense or enough time

to clear them crimes that

already been committed

and, as you well know,

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