Lawless Page #5
when Howard's been on the
stump whiskey for a few days.
get out of here.
You give my regards
- Oh, yeah.
It ain't nothing personal, Henry.
He got that
special look in his eye.
No I don't.
- Yes, he does.
- Yes, you do.
I saw you
at the Bondurant place.
You're not from around here.
Chicago, right?
You were a dancer up there.
The Apex Club, wasn't it?
Did a little number
with feathers, I believe.
Something troubling you?
Get out of my way.
Oh, you don't
I ain't the kind to
drink from a greasy cup.
Where's Jack?
I've seen him swanning
around in Daddy's old suit.
- Listen, Howard.
- Yeah?
I need you here
with me tonight...
I got some business with
a couple out-of-towners
- Yeah? Where they from?
- Chicago.
Yeah, well, me and Danny, we just
gotta stop by the stills first.
You just be here by 11:00 now.
You got that?
I got it.
When have I ever let you down?
How'd you like to come
for a ride with me sometime?
You must be jingle-brained
if you think I'm gonna
get in a car
with the likes of you.
Anyway, you oughta be worried
if my father catches you here.
Talking to me.
He's just in the feed store, there.
Why'd I need to be worried?
You know, coming to
And bustin' out of there
like a crazy person.
Are you affected in the head?
Hold on, now, look here.
Look.
Crazy person wear a suit
as fancy as this?
Still don't explain why
you acted like a lunatic.
I didn't want
my feet washed, is all.
- I know who you are.
- Yeah? Who's that?
One of them Bondurant boys,
and that's enough.
There ain't many that have
a good word to say about you.
- Yeah?
- Except some rubbish about a legend.
Yeah.
About you guys being invincible
or some such nonsense.
- Say that word again. What'd you say?
- Invincible.
Well, shoot, I don't know
what that means.
Sounds good, though.
the worst thing ever to hit Franklin.
Well, what would your daddy know?
You sure got a funny way of courting,
Jack Bondurant.
That is what you're doing, right?
Courting?
Yeah.
All right, then.
You tell your daddy I said hi.
- Oh sh...
- Thank you.
- Oh!
- Woo!
Oh, sh*t!
Hey, Red.
Where them feathers at?
He's a crip.
Hey, Forrest.
All right, go tell Maggie
to shut her down.
All right now, that's enough.
Come on, now, get out of here.
I paid for another jar
and she won't give it.
- And then the b*tch done me.
- No, you didn't.
We gonna buy near 100 gallons
of your liquor.
Now you ain't gonna
throw in some extra?
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