Whelm

I am Alexander Aleksy,

spelled, "K-S-Y."

You will not forget this when I disappear.

Alexander Aleksy, spelled, "K-S-Y."

You will not forget this, Alexander...

Welcome to Charley Creek.

- I'm Jonas. - Good day, sir.

I'm Alexander Aleksy.

Nice to meet ya.

- What can I do ya for? - Sir, I received

this block of ice,

but I didn't send for it.

The sam hell'd you wrestle that out?

Let me show you.

Try it.

- Try it. - Yeah, I'm not thirsty

right now, sonny.

Do you have an ice box?

Might be able to find one around here somewhere.

Should put this in it.

Liven the place up.

I ain't got no money for you, son.

I ain't got no money.

No need to come any closer, sonny.

You don't need to come any closer.

That's... that's far enough.

Sir, I got my last in my suitcase.

I don't know...

I'm dripping all over the floor.

Close enough.

No, it's not.

Might wanna back up there a little bit.

Why don't you take a little sip?

All right.

Ain't no need for this, sonny.

Take me to the safe.

I ain't gonna take you to no safe.

Mr. Haywood,

take me to the safe,

now!

- Uh-uh. - Move.

- No. - Move.

- Uh-uh. - Open your mouth.

Open it.

Count till 3.

One.

Two.

Three.

I'm Alexander Aleksy,

spelled, "K-S-Y,"

and I'm truly sorry,

Mr. Haywood.

It's proven difficult writing years on a page.

A lot has happened since he left.

My dear brother.

Well, I'll try and transcribe my feelings on such matters

the only way I know how.

My only request is that you pay mind to the details

of my story.

With hope we see eye to eye in the end.

I suspect we'll truly know it when we see it.

The truth.

Every time that door swings open,

I think it's gonna be him.

But, it's just echoes

of those rowdy days.

Simple truth is, we just don't like

people telling us what we can and can't do.

Nobody does.

August, will you hold up

just one goddamn second?

Hold up a second.

August.

Make yourself useful.

No, no, no.

August, just... just stop.

I need to tell you something.

You're late.

- We got company coming. - I... I know.

- You know how I feel about it. - Look, I know.

August, we... we need to go home.

August!

You need to go home.

Stop!

We appreciate everything that you have done,

and we'll be sure to pay you for your trouble.

No, really, it's... it's absolutely no trouble.

- We just gotta... - We... we can take it from here.

Well, he needs professional attention.

He's unresponsive.

Was this guy a magician?

Where'd he get ice?

I don't know, that or a dentist.

Take a look at his mouth.

Look.

Does he need another quilt on him?

He entered our lives like a southern wind,

giving way to no one but himself.

A violent streak managed with utmost care.

Fresh blood drawn into,

well, it was already muddy water.

We should get the police.

You really want the badge sniffing around?

Use your head.

You're right.

Now, what do we tell Jimmy?

He's due tomorrow evening.

The truth.

Who's Jimmy?

From the Dance-a-thon, remember?

Mhm.

That big donor.

Oh, I thought his name was Helman.

Oh, it is sometimes.

Hey.

Why are you talking about it?

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was such a big secret.

That was more of a loan anyhow.

Oh, well, how would you know?

Because not all businesses

lay down at the front desk.

Well, since we're telling secrets,

safe wasn't exactly empty neither.

What's that supposed to mean?

Means there was a note.

What note?

- Huh? - She knows.

She found it.

Thanks for the honey, boys.

Sorry for the cold shoulder.

You can retrieve your compensation

October 24.

Route 3, Box 119.

Come early, or go home empty handed.

PS,

tell Johnny his package is safe with me.

Alexander Aleksy.

What do you wanna do?

Why are you showing me this?

Well, I needed you calm.

No, I said why.

'Cause I can't go alone.

You can't waltz with a criminal?

- That's why I'm showing ya. - What are you showing me?

I'm asking for your help, August.

I gave that up a long time ago.

Yeah.

We noticed.

Where's the ammunition?

- Where you going? - I need the ammunition

for the Colt.

Take your coat off.

Give me the gun.

You need to sit down.

Huh?

Oh, God.

Well, don't let him sit in it.

Well, please get a bedpan or something.

There.

He'd like that.

It's not very patriotic.

Well, we ain't using a cooking pan.

How many pairs of socks you got on?

Regular amount.

Go put on another pair.

If he wakes up...

tell him it's my fault.

Are you sure you know where we're going?

It said, "South."

Route 5, this is south.

I thought it said, "3."

Either way, we're headed south.

Well, is the corn a necessity?

It is till we hit the trees.

Well, how far is it?

Can't we just walk the square?

Will you use your fucking head?

How many times you been off the property

- toting a pistol? - It was my idea.

Wait!

I'm sorry.

You opposed to getting your soles dirty?

- Or you got an allergy? - I was... I was just

making conversation.

You were whining.

What's the plan again?

Ain't no plan.

What?

Take it off.

- What are you talking about? - Take your shoes off.

- Come on, quick, take it off. - Aw, man.

And your top pair of socks.

Now, I was unknowing of the exact nature

- of his condition. - Put those in your pocket.

- Let's go. - It was steeled up deep,

and he was good at hiding it.

But, I could tell

his mind was full to the brim with it.

He was all ideals and protocol.

Callused up, well before I had the brass