Walking Tall: The Payback

You don't own me.

This is my station.

You gonna shoot me?

I ain't foolin', Nate. Don't move.

Pull that trigger, we both go up in flames.

Maybe. Maybe I die tonight.

Come on, Otis. You know that reality TV can make you a little crazy.

I mean it. Don't come any...

Son of a bitch.

Otis, don't. Otis!

See what happens? You stupid fuck.

You gonna get that? I'll get it.

Prescott.

When?

All right. I'll be right there.

What is it?

Nothing. Accident over at Otis's station.

I'll call you when I know more.

Not much is an accident around here these days. Be careful.

Go to bed.

Check out those pumps over there.

What are you doin' here? This is my jurisdiction.

Hey there, Charlie. Glad you could finally make it.

I think we've got ourselves a terrible accident here.

Get your men out of here, Walter.

This is a potential crime scene. I don't need you muckin' it up.

Not very hospitable, Charlie. I'm just tryin' to help.

Help who? Your brother?

Now get the hell out of here.

You know, I try to respect my elders. But you make it a full day's work.

You enjoy that badge while you have it, old man,

'cause come November, it's mine.

Let's go, boys.

Sheriff Prescott has the scene now.

Was that Walter and the boys I just seen?

Yeah.

How long do you figure they were here before you got in?

Farmer said about a half hour.

Means they were here before I even got the call.

Well, not much chance of finding anything useful then, huh?

Half an hour's not nearly enough time for that dumbass to cover something up.

You find any body parts? I hear Nate wore false teeth.

Why don't you shut up, Herb?

So, no bodies, no pump, huh? Whole place burned to shit.

Prescott's got nothing, right?

It ain't that simple, Harvey. I think maybe...

Maybe we should just back off for a while.

Let this whole thing blow over.

What the fuck am I payin' you for, Walter?

Take care of it. Make it go away.

It's what you do.

It's out of my jurisdiction.

Why are you such a fuckin' pussy?

Huh?

It's no wonder Daddy liked me best.

Look. Little accident like this, okay... Have to close up shop.

People start losin' respect.

It's time we turned up the heat. Whoo!

That's right.

Look, come here. Come here.

Three weeks from now, this thing goes public, okay?

We lock down as much land as we can, and that's it.

Finish line. This county is ours. You and me.

All right? All right?

What do you say?

Charlie.

Charlie. Hey.

What are you doin' here?

Well, this is still a barbershop, ain't it?

Well, yeah.

I do some of my best thinkin' in this chair.

Yeah?

Think on this right here. Three down.

Himalayan bovine.

Yak.

Yak.

Hmm.

Hear anything about Otis sellin' out and movin' on?

Oh, yeah. Heard Harvey made him an offer.

Not gettin' any better, is it?

No.

So, what do you want me to do with this? I just cut it two days ago.

Just pretend.

You know, I been thinkin', Charlie.

Maybe you shouldn't run for re-election.

You should just give up the fight.

Let somebody else deal with him.

Is that what folks around here want? Just to give up?

Well, truth is, most of them already have.

Hey, whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Easy, girl. Easy. Easy. Easy.

Come on, girl. Come on.

Easy. Come here. Come on.

Easy. Easy. There you go.

It's all right. No one's gonna hurt you.

No one's gonna hurt you. Take it easy.

Here we go. Show us something, Nicky.

There. There you go. MAN 2: You got it now, Nick.

I see you still got a way with the ladies.

What? Did you forget that it's a whole lot easier to ride them after they're broke?

That's why you gotta get them while they're young.

Otherwise, they turn old and stubborn.

So, what are you doing way down here?

On my way to Dallas. Just thought I'd say hey.

How's Ma?

She's wonderin' when she's gonna see you.

You got a minute?

Harvey's got the whole town runnin' scared.

Walter and his boys don't even pretend to be law enforcement anymore.

Well, they weren't fooling anyone even when they were pretending.

Well, this time they screwed up. I can feel it.

I've got an appointment with the F.B.I. over in Dallas.

See if I can wrangle up some help.

Does Hap know about this?

Sounds like you're stirring up a hornet's nest.

Somebody's gotta do something.

Yeah, somebody's gotta do something.

You got something you wanna say?

You really believe you're gonna make a difference?

These guys don't give a shit about your badge. They never have.

Sometimes, Son, all you got is what you believe in.

I'm on the clock.

I've been thinkin' about headin' to the lake this weekend,

do a little fishin'.

Maybe you could come down.

Pretty busy.

It's been a long time, Son.

I'll see what I can do.

Huh.

$3.29.

What a crime.

Hey, Jack. What you workin' on here?

Yeah, you know, I couldn't help but notice you raised the prices on us.

Yeah. Business must be slow, huh?

Okay. Yeah, but I thought, you know,

I made you a pretty fair offer, there, last week

and I'm not too sure why you told Herb to fuck off.

Yeah. Huh?

Look at me.

Look at me.

Jack, I am a reasonable man. Okay?

And I'm always, always willin' to negotiate.

Now, are you sure you wanna keep this place?

Are you still set on that? Is that really how you feel?

Well, I'm sorry you feel that way, Jack. I am.

I'll see you around.

At most, this is a homicide with no witnesses and a dead suspect.

It's not federal.

Well, if it was a routine delivery, why was he murdered?

It all goes back to Morris and his brother.

Sheriff Prescott, I'm sorry,

but the Bureau just doesn't buy into this whole Dixie Mafia thing.

It's a clever tag that some reporter hung on a bunch of rednecks

robbing liquor stores to get a story.

Miss Jensen,

I've been Sheriff of Shelton County for almost 30 years.

Most of that time, things have been pretty quiet.

Good, decent people livin' productive lives.

But the last couple of years, it's been like livin' in hell.

These people are organized,

and I'm not gonna shut them down on my own.

This is the first piece of physical evidence I've had

since longer than I can remember.

Now, it may seem like nothing to you, but to me,

it just might be the thing that puts an end to the terror.

All I'm asking is that you run ballistics.

Bring me something, anything that makes this a federal crime,

and I'll see what I can do.

Thank you for your time.

Detective Michaels.

Charlie Prescott. Been a long time. How you doin', Pete?

I'm good.

Listen, I really need a favor.

Why don't we step in here. We'll talk about it.

Here's my reservation.

We'll take care of it. Don't worry about a thing.

Gentlemen. Hope I'm not interrupting.

Senator, Detective Michaels. We met last year at the police auxiliary.

Pete, why don't we step to the bar?

Give these gentlemen some privacy.

Guess who stopped by to see me this afternoon?

Dewar's. Neat. Comin' right up, sir.

Charlie Prescott.