Toss a couple of drunks now and then.
Guys try to grope the girls. But nothing with this sort of violence.
Did he give you any kind of advance warning...
a chance to defend yourself?
We tussled, but he's a big guy. He was on a mission.
Besides, he seemed to be too busy enjoying himself from what I could see.
So from what you saw, he seemed to have some kind of purpose?
He had a point to prove.
I was emptying machines when he came in and started swinging.
- I was trying to get out of there. - He was a menace.
- A very dangerous person. - Military-trained.
He seemed like a complete psychopath.
- Nothing close to this. - I didn't know what he'd do.
- I was frightened. - He came for us.
- No doubt in your mind? - No doubt.
I have no further questions.
Mr. Crowe, you may present your client's case.
You're fired.
Your Honor, I'd like to plead my own case.
Order!
If you choose to represent yourself, and not be represented by legal counsel...
you realize that you can't then claim a mistrial on that basis?
- Yes, I do. - Very well, Mr. Vaughn.
I don't deny anything that was said here today.
Does that mean you're changing your plea to guilty?
I'm not guilty of anything...
except standing up for myself when the law wouldn't.
Objection. He's trying to introduce prior events.
Sustained. Mr. Vaughn, stay on point.
I grew up in this town.
People used to walk tall in this town.
They wouldn't have traded the mill for a crooked casino.
We're not here to listen to civic speeches...
And they wouldn't have stood around while drugs were sold to kids.
- Objection! - Sustained.
Mr. Vaughn, you're close to being held in contempt.
I was justified in what I did.
And if you acquit me of these charges, then I'm gonna run for sheriff.
- Mr. Vaughn. - And if elected, I'm gonna fix this town.
Order.
Please take your seat.
Mr. Vaughn, you are now charged with contempt.
And I will make sure that this...
- Objection. - Sustained.
...never happens to anyone again without punishing those who did it.
I'm ordering the jury to ignore what they've just seen.
Mr. Vaughn, take your seat.
Order.
Or you're all charged with contempt!
Mr. Foreman, has the jury reached a verdict?
We have, Your Honor.
Defendant, please rise.
We find the defendant, Chris Vaughn, not guilty.
This is mine.
Sheriff Vaughn!
You won the election. Congratulations.
But we do have a tradition of professional courtesy up here.
And I can personally vouch for each and every one of these men.
They're good deputies.
You're all fired.
- Hey, Chris. - License and registration, please.
You're joking, right?
License and registration.
What's the problem, Sheriff?
You. And the drugs you're peddling out of your casino.
The only thing that's going on in my casino is construction. You took care of that.
That's right. And I plan on taking care of everything else, too.
If you can, try to think this through:
A casino is a license to print money.
Why would I jeopardize that by selling drugs?
Because you owned the town, Jay. That's changed now.
Really? The only thing I think has changed around here...
is that you get to wake up every morning and put on that nifty little badge.
But underneath it is the same guy who couldn't make it playing college football...
and apparently couldn't make it in the Army...
and not really ever gonna make it as a cop.
- Is that right? - Yeah.
And if you push too hard, you're going to be a man who never gets to see 40.
License, please.
Thanks, Sheriff.
Sir, get your taillights fixed. It's your last warning.
What's wrong with my taillights?
They're broken.
- Morning, Sheriff. - Morning, Deputy.
No.
Come on, man. You know I hate cops.
You've been sheriff for about two minutes, and I'm already starting to hate you.
- I'm a convicted felon. - I've got pull around here.
Now you're a crooked cop doing favors for friends. That's how it starts.
Next thing you know you'll be taking bribes, setting up roadblocks...
- frisking dudes' crotches. - Are you done?
- Ray, I need your help. - Don't do that.
I need you to take me to drug school.
I get to wear a uniform?
The stuff in this town is five-star, factory pure.
- So let's go get the factory. - Easier said than done.
We know Hamilton's boys are selling that shit down at the casino.
Yeah, but 99% of the time they're clean.
So we got to play follow-the-money, starting with the tweakers.
That'll give us the suppliers.
These guys are real edgy, so delicacy is the key.
Then we put the squeeze on them...
till they spit out the location of the next buy.
- Where'd you learn that, Ray? - Cops.
That's a good show.
Phase three: We strike.
- I thought you said delicacy was the key. - That's right. Delicacy and precision.
- Hey, what's up? - Get out of here.
- You're sure you're not carrying anything? - I don't have shit.
- Officer. - Yeah.
Search him.
This is going to be a switch. Spread your legs. Arms down.
You been working out?
Nothing there.
Somebody needs a bath.
Now you read me my rights, then you take me in...
and I call my lawyer.
Okay. But I have a hunch there may be something else in here.
Could be.
Go to it, Deputy. Have a good time.
- He ain't talking. - I know.
Handles pretty good.
He's clean.
Guess we got to go with Plan B.
Screw you both.
I do have a bit of information for you.
It's not just me, actually. There's a whole lot of people in this one.
Spit it out.
You're gonna get hurt.
What an idiot.
Why does it always have to be your fight?
- You might need this. - No.
- I put my guns down a long time ago. - Come on. You're just being stubborn.
You and me both, boy.
Chris, listen.
You be careful.
I will.
Please step away from the vehicle!
Mr. Booth, are you still upset over that body-cavity search?
I forgot, you got no vehicle.
Please disperse! There is nothing to...
Can I talk to you?
- Sure. - Over here?
I'm gonna stay here with him tonight. I need you to look after my parents' place.
Think they're gonna take it that far?
- I'm with you, man. I'll check in later. - Okay.
A drive to right field. It's dropping for a single.
You making house calls?
- Don't shoot. - Hey.
How's the food around here?
Nice.
I brought you special treats:
Salad, fried chicken...
potato salad.
- Do you have glasses? - Yeah.
- Do you have to work tonight? - I quit.
I figured you were making some changes around here...
I could make a few myself.
Salt and pepper?
- Who is that? - Pete.
- Want something to eat? - No. I'm good, man.
I got to get a bigger bed.
No, you don't.
Do it.
I'm hungry.
We've got leftovers.
I want pancakes. And eggs. And bacon.
I told you, Vaughn.
Stay here.
Who needs to step away from the vehicle now, Vaughn?
Truck for a truck, baby!
That's right! Truck for a truck!
Get down!
Tear it up, boys!
Pete, something's burning.
Take this.
Get in there.
Good morning, honey.
Get out of here.
Sheriff, are you home?
I told you someone was going to get hurt!
Come here.
When I say now, start shooting!
Over there!
Stay low.
Vaughn! You got to get me out of here.
Move it. Go! Move it, old man.
- Where's Pete? - I don't know.
Sit down.
- I know who you are. - Oh, yeah?
- Burke? - Son of a bitch. Check it out.
Come on! Get me out of here, man!
- What's it worth to you? Where's the lab? - Screw you!
Hamilton's operation is at the mill, okay? Now get me out of here!
Drop it.
Stay down!
Stay down.
You okay?
Shit.
I thought I warned you, Chris. I didn't want this to happen.
I'm going in!
Right there, punk!
Come on, Chris! Come on!
Deni, now!
Oh, no. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
- Where is everybody? - Pete ran outside.
You stabbed me with a potato peeler.
You gonna be okay?
Hey, Chris.
Get up, Jay.
Just a second.
Remember when we used to play hide-and-seek up here?
- That was my favorite sound. - Get up!
Look, Chris...
You want to know what my new favorite sound's gonna be?
The sound of you screaming like a little bitch.
Bet you wish you took that job offer now? But, no! You had to be Mr. Hero Boy!
You forgot this: This is my town!
Yes!
You're nothing.
You're right, Jay. This does change our relationship.
This is my town.
You're under arrest.
That ought to do it.
What are you doing?
Getting some souvenirs. I'm gonna miss the place.
That's how it starts.
Next you'll be accepting bribes and setting speed traps all over town.
Cutting up trucks. You know how you are.
Not to mention the cavity searches.
You're gonna like that.
Speaking of which, do you think Jay's got a casino in the pen?
- Could be. - Running the Shower Tower with the fellas?
He's probably blowing on somebody's dice right now.
That's lunch.
Let's go pick up my old man, grab something to eat.
I'm with you, buddy.
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