Please, I can't be here. I'm Scotty's mother. She said ice cream cake for her birthday and I forgot to order it and there's a three day minimum. She just started a new school and the girls are being mean. There's Thanksgiving and Christmas. This is probably the last year she's gonna believe in Santa Claus. And I can't unsee it, her sitting on Santa's lap at the mall and he's asking her, "What do you want for Christmas little girl?" And she's saying, "I want my mommy back." It's not just me. What you're doing, you're doing to them, too. And we're getting kittens next year we decided, and who's gonna be there to teach Scotty how to take care of them? Plus, I am den mother for the Girl Scouts, and I raise money for the library.
No! I'm in love. True love. With the most wonderful man. He's my best friend. We went ice skating on our first date. And if you ask him, Wayne will tell you, shepherd's pie is still his favorite food. We just started watching Call the Midwife and there's, like, 13 seasons of that show! So if...if I don't come home...who's gonna remind him to take a Lactaid when he eats cheese?
Oh, please. You had your hair, you had your menses...
And you had a wife and a son, almost my age, which was 15.
I don't care. You made a mistake when you left me. That means everything after that is a mistake, too.
My daughter is not a mistake.
Fruit of the poison tree. That's a legal way of saying "Two wrongs don't make a right." You belong to me.
Do you know how crazy you sound? The way you see things, your mind. But you believe it's the world that's gone mad. I have to go.
I tell you what, Nadine. I'll promise you - hand to God - I'll promise to let you go just as soon as you beg me to let you stay and mean it.
You want a promise? I'll make you a promise: I'm gonna kill you.
As sheriff, my first priority is the safety of the community. That means preparedness and defense.
RARoy Andrew Tillman
Safety of the community.
RCRoy Chester Tillman
That means preparedness and defense.
RFRoy Floyd Tillman
Preparedness and defense.
Uh, sorry, fellas, I'm still talking here.
RARoy Andrew Tillman
I'm still talking.
RCRoy Chester Tillman
I'm still talking.
RFRoy Floyd Tillman
I'm still talking.
Alright, that's a good joke.
RARoy Andrew Tillman
Good joke.
RCRoy Chester Tillman
Good joke.
RFRoy Floyd Tillman
Good joke.
RARoy Andrew Tillman
Cut it out.
RCRoy Chester Tillman
Out.
Alright, you know what? This is bullshit.
RARoy Andrew Tillman
Bullshit.
RCRoy Chester Tillman
Bullshit.
RFRoy Floyd Tillman
Bullshit.
A rabbit screams because a rabbit is caught. Knows only that it wants to live.
Try again in fucking English, bro! [Munch reveals a heated blade] Fuck. Shit! Help! Help! Help! Help!
An old woman watches young men play a game. She drinks.
She drinks because her own son has spit the nipple from his mouth. She bothers no one.
As the Bible says, what is taken must be given. This for that.
[on phone] Honestly, what's the point of being a billionaire if I can't have somebody killed?
[picking up her ringing phone] Olmstead.
Indira, it's me. It's Dorothy.
[to Lorraine] It's Dorothy.
Bill, I'm gonna have to call you back. [Lorraine hangs up] Let me talk to her. [Lorraine takes Indira's phone] Dorothy?
Where's Danish? Have you seen him?
What was he even doing there?
For me. He came to save me.
For now, but like a fish on the floor.
Listen to me. An army's coming, I called in some favors. State and federal. You need to get somewhere safe. Hide.
Because this busybody made me.
Oh, please. Nobody can make you do anything. If I don't make it back-
Quiet now. No daughter of mine is going down on the one-yard line. So put your big girl pants on and fight, you hear me?
[Indira takes the phone]
Dorothy, don't get in the fight.
[Munch reveals a blinded Gator to Roy]
A son is unable to comply. He has sold his right to be a man. What disappointment the father must feel.
What's going on with his eyes?
Forfeit. It tells a lot about a man, the words he uses to describe a double cross. We have heard it all. To Welsh. To Gyp. To Jew. As if to steal is a man's lineage, what a man is.
[crying] I'm sorry. You said to let it go, but I couldn't.
When a man gives with one hand and takes with the other, he breaks his promise. He must be taught. The hand he steals with must be cleaved from him and returned. Still a hand, but now without function. Here is your hand.
[Munch pushes Gator into Roy then vanishes]
I said shut up. If there ever was a point to you, it's gone now.
I love that color on you.
You know what I'd love to see on you? A noose.
Hey! Watch your mouth, convict.
She wouldn't last five minutes in here, that one. Too many principles. But you? You'd be Queen Shit.
I saw you filed for an appeal. That was a mistake.
Please. That whole thing was rigged, your so-called trial.
You should know I'm the single largest donor to the Federalist Society.
Oh yeah? What do they do? Something with books?
They control the courts, selecting judges all the way up to the Supreme Court with the president's blessing. So, buy a throw pillow is my advice. You're gonna be here a while.
It's funny. Prison is the way the world should be. The natural order. No apology. Men separated by race, races stacked with the strong on top, you fuck the weak, you kill your rivals, sleep with one eye open.
Yes, well, I just came by to say I hope you're settled in because now your real punishment will begin.
[to Indira] Wait outside, please.
Oh, we'll be fine, won't we, Roy?
[Indira exits]
You're right. She does have principles. Where was I? Oh, yes, punishment. Did you know that 85% of all prisoners are in debt? Hundreds, if not thousands of dollars, interest accruing, their families put out on the street. Well, I've started a fund to help certain prisoners free themselves from this burden. A private fund. Plus a little fresh cash each month in their commissary accounts. Vaseline, Vienna sausages, that kind of thing.
Oh...that one, I think. And him over there with the scars. Oh, and all of the men in cell block D. And B. And A.
Well, that's mighty Christian of you.
Oh, no, this has nothing to do with that book. It's an older text, written on stone tablets in the Age of the Skull Fuckers.
Did Nadine put you up to this?
Please. She's a girl scout. I fight my own battles and you need to pay for what you've taken.
No, I want you alive for a very, very long time. But while you live, I want you to feel everything your wives felt. Every blow, each humiliation. Fear.
It's not me you need to be afraid of. [Lorraine passes Roy a pack of cigarettes] These might come in handy.
We will finish our engagement now.
I thought we were done. You said.
The debt must be paid. A man's flesh was taken. Now a pound is required in return.
[handing Munch a soda] There you go.
[confused] A man is grateful.
So, are you from, uh, you from around here?
Across the sea, but here a long time. From the age of the carrier pigeon and the 600 tribes. The Arapaho, the Cree, and the Tonkawa. A man comes, never having seen a mountain. He cannot remember the year of his birth. He is paid to soldier. But one night, he wanders from his post, drawn by the songs of the river.
Well, Scotty's grandfather took us to the Vermillion last year. My dad Wink, well, he's a big fly fisherman. Remember that, hon?
Yeah. Yeah, she did. It's kind of funny.
[to Munch] Why? Why must debt be paid? I understand keeping a promise, but people always say debt must be paid. Except what if you can't? If you're too poor or you lose your job. Maybe there's a death in the family. Isn't the better thing - the more humane thing - to say the debt should be forgiven? Isn't that who we should be?
Oh, game's on at seven. Probably time to make the biscuits.
You know what? You're right. It's not chili without biscuits.
How about you two go set the table, huh?
Oh, well, I was thinking chopsticks.
[to Munch] Whatever it is you think you came here for, we're halfway to supper and it's a school night. So either you wash your hands and you help, or we do this another time.
Y'know, I was thinking...
...I might have a beer. What do you think?
He has a code, and the code-
[tapping Munch] You're in the way.
[sighs and steps aside] The code is ev-
[handing Munch and Dot beers] Here you go.
Ok, so I'm gonna tell you a little secret. It says to use water, but I use milk. Even better, buttermilk. So, go ahead and measure out a cup.
[Munch stares confusedly at the measuring cup]
[pointing at the line on the measuring cup] This one's a cup.
Mmhmm. Pour it in there. [Munch pours in the buttermilk] OK, then, you add just a little honey. I'm assuming he paid you to come here - Roy - and do what you did. Maybe you're feeling sideways about it, 'cause of what it cost you. A partner. An ear. You go ahead, stir. [Munch stirs the batter] You took a job that had a risk to it. You got hurt. You can't be mad at the risk. That'd be like getting mad at the table you stubbed your toe on.
I might have gone over the deep end on the spices.
I know you had a mom back there, across the sea. And she loved you. If someone came for her, don't you think she would've done whatever it took to get back to you?
You say that as if life is a circle, but it's a line. Mother is the start. This is the other side.
Well, I don't know what that means. What I'm saying is it's a choice. You made a choice.
Well, personally, I never been across the sea.
By long boat, we came. Three dozen men pulling at the oars, the rain so heavy some drown in their seats.
First in forest, then on grassland. The man's hair grew long. He rode the horse without saddle or reins, and the people of the plains were his people. But then came the cannon and the musket and he was alone once more. For a century he spoke to no one.
Hmm. I don't know if I could go an hour without talking.
Yeah. You ever drive a Kia, Mr. Munch? It's like flying a cloud.
I think we should see how your biscuits turned out, huh?
Before the boat, the man lived on the moors and ate fleas from the rats. He was frightened all the time. Then one day, a man comes on a wealthy horse and offers him two coins and a meal. But the food was not food.
It was sin. The sins of the rich. Greed, envy, disgust. They were bitter, the sins. But he ate them all for he was starving. From then on, the man does not sleep or grow old. He cannot die. He has no dreams. All that is left...is sin.
It feels like that, I know. What they do to us, make us swallow. Like it's our fault. But you want to know the cure? You got to eat something made with love and joy. [Dot hands Munch a biscuit] And be forgiven.
[Munch bites the biscuit, chews, smiles, and begins to sob]
