White Lightning

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You and them boys didn't get no spray

in that field.

- They'll get to it first thing in the morning.

- They better.

Fella said, "Why you beating

on the back of that truck?"

He says, "I got a two-ton truck and four

tons of canaries. I gotta keep half flyin'."

How's the whiskey business, Gator?

You make it, Mr Simms. I haul it.

Hey, boy, you ain't been drag-racin'

my sedan again, have you?

Tell you what,

you keep me working on that car,

you're gonna blow everybody

right out of the tub.

Can I have one of those?

Boy, you better get your shirt on.

You got a visitor over at the office.

- Visitor?

- Your cousin. She's got bad news for you.

Hello, Louella.

It ain't your mama or your daddy, Gator.

Donny was killed.

I drove up 'cause I knew

you'd wanna know.

Your mama didn't wanna come.

She sends her love, Gator.

Shoot! There's no way

to make it any better.

Donny was killed down in Bogan County.

Who killed him, Louella?

They're not sure.

They found him in the lake. There was

another kid from school with him.

I don't know what the hell you're talking

about. Donny didn't run liquor.

Your daddy thinks

it was on account of the sheriff.

- The sheriff?

- He thinks it was on account of...

...kids he hung out with.

All them protesting.

All them damn hippies.

Gator! How long you gonna sit there, boy?

Five days. Mr Simms said you go

and get yourself on over to the shop.

Mr Simms done give you

every break there is

and all you

son of a guns think you got to do

is just make moonshine liquor and don't

give a damn about nothin' or nobody...

Gator, where in the hell

you think you're goin'?

Look like you gonna dig me a ditch

all the way to Memphis, Gator.

You did your time pretty good up to here.

You only got one more year to go.

Two ways you can do it: hard or easy.

Bill, get them boys started

about 50 yards on up the field.

Move it out.

Put down that shovel.

You listen to me, boy.

Ain't nothin' you, I or anybody else can do.

Your brother's dead

and you ain't goin' home for another year.

You can do your time easy,

that's all I'm saying.

I've seen a hell of a lot

of old boys come and go.

Captain.

- Federal law got me in here, didn't it?

- What'd you say?

I said the federal law

got me in here, didn't it?

- You reckon it can get me out?

- What are you drivin' at?

Sheriff in Bogan County, what's his name?

J C Connors?

You know he's taking money

from the whiskey business, don't you?

I'll get evidence against him.

JC?

Boy, he runs Bogan County.

Yeah. But I'll nail his ass.

Let those reports go for now

and wait outside.

Gator, this is Mr Cantrell.

Mr Cantrell, it's your wingding.

Sit down, Mr McKlusky.

Mr Simms tells us you want to cooperate

with the federal department.

Is that correct?

Yeah.

Let's see.

12 months remaining in your sentence.

Second offence:
making and transporting

untaxed whiskey.

- As you understand...

- Third.

- I beg your pardon?

- Third offence.

First time I was 13.

Yeah.

If information related to federal income-tax

evasion or unpaid liquor tax is obtained,

it's within the policy of the government

to cooperate with state-prison officials.

We have a file on the Bogan County

sheriff. He's a damn tough cookie.

He's got several unsolved homicides going

for him, as well as other circumstances.

But our jurisdiction is only the manufacture

of untaxed, illegal whiskey.

If you haul from an illegal steal,

that's direct evidence.

If you see he receives money,

that's direct evidence.

If you can testify as to money paid

to the sheriff's department, that's evidence.

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