Beyond the Law

Shit!

Don't even think about it!

- Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah.

- You don't want to do this, guys.

They're gonna find you, man.

You're making a big mistake.

You don't know whose money you're taking.

Sure I do.

Mine.

You're gonna hold on to my money.

You're gonna keep it safe.

You keep your fucking head down.

You got it?

Okay.

Good boy.

Let's go.

Boss, Greg's here.

Right.

- What are all these kids doing here?

Prom party.

Prom?

We gotta go somewhere and talk.

- Okay, boss. - Yeah.

Here, you see.

You know that I know

for quite sometime the numbers haven't been adding up.

And you know that I know

that this is all a result of you fucking me.

So let me tell you what I'm fitting to do.

I wanna let you keep all that you have acquired,

secretly acquired, and I'll just walk away.

How you like that?

Are you going to kill me?

Yeah.

You're gonna leave now.

Greg, I'll walk you out.

- Hey girl, you know I got you.

What the fuck?

I didn't know you had to pay, all right?

It said it was an open bar!

- Well it's fucking closed to you now

so why don't you get the hell out of here?

I got friends in there!

Oh, come on, guys.

Hey.

- I'll toss y'all a couple bucks if that's all you want.

Motherfuckers.

What are you doing here?

Hey Chance.

Boo.

- Do you want a beer or something?

Nah, kid, I'm good.

You mind if I grab one?

Sure.

Knock yourself out.

Where's my money, Chance?

It's up there.

Just a phone.

A fucking phone?

Do I look like I need a fucking phone, boy?

I want my money.

I swear.

It was up there right where I left it.

Oh no, no, no, no.

I'm sorry, kid.

No.

No!

Look, I'll get you the fucking money, okay?

- There should be no getting the money, Chance.

You should have it.

And you don't fucking have it.

Ah, dammit.

I'll get you the money, promise.

- Where the fuck is a kid like you

gonna get that type of cash?

Listen.

You know, you're a stupid kid, Chance.

That liquor in your belly,

that's your only friend.

Wait.

You don't have to.

Shh.

- You think he could have found it?

Who gives a fuck?

Let's go!

Boss.

Yeah.

What kind of news you got for me?

- Well I think I found you a new supplier.

Can you meet with her tonight?

I got to clean up my house

after that neighbor's child came and dirtied it up

and then, how about if I could meet with her tomorrow?

I'll arrange that for you.

- Cool. - All right.

All right.

Back at you, boss man.

You got it?

Let me get it straight.

- Yeah let's do it, you got the stuff.

Catch you tonight, dogs.

Gotta do this business and all that.

Yeah.

What's going on boss, what you need?

Some suits.

I got swingers, what you need?

Stop, motherfucker!

On your knees!

You have the right to remain silent.

Detective Munce.

Who wanted you dead, kid?

Swilley.

Frank.

This guy says he's been looking for you.

He's from the city.

- Mr. Wilson, I'm Detective Munce.

You're not an easy man to find, Mr. Wilson.

- Sometimes when you can't find a man,

it's 'cause he don't wanna be found.

You here to arrest me?

I'm not here to arrest you.

I'm afraid the news I have is much worse than that.

So you used to be a cop?

I've heard stories.

Real badass whip got the job done.

Boss, that kid Chance,

he didn't come into work last night.

Is that him?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

No parent should ever outlive their child.

How did it happen?

- Well they beat him pretty good.

Then shot him execution style.

Who?

We don't have any leads yet.

But I'm all over it.

- Dear Lord, we offer this prayer today

on behalf of our loved one, Chance Wilson.

Carry him into your kingdom with you.

We ask this in Lord Jesus Christ's name.

Amen.

God dammit.

Frank, I truly am sorry.

You know, I must,

must have thought a hundred times

what I could have done different.

Make it so he didn't leave the swamp.

Nah.

He was as strong-willed as his daddy.

Wasn't ever gonna stop him.

Excuse me a sec.

Knew my son Chance?

Not long enough.

I'm the one who found him.

Frank.

Wilson.

I'm Chance's dad.

Charlotte.

I'm sorry, I just--

It's all right.

How'd you know my son?

I work at a casino.

Name of the casino?

It doesn't have a name.

No name, really?

Chance play cards there?

Only when he wasn't sleeping.

Playing poker was like his job.

- I haven't talked to my son Chance in years.

I know.

Thank you for coming.

Hello.

I found the kid.

I'm at his apartment complex right now.

Did some digging,

he was killed the other night.

What a shame.

Look under every rock.

Do everything you have to do to find out

who did this to that boy.

I'ma head over to this charity now.

What a shame.

What you gonna do?

I need to borrow your truck.

- You know, if Molly Ann was still alive

you wouldn't be doing this.

Yeah, I know.

But you know them city cops, huh, Swill.

They don't give two shits about us.

- How long has it been since you shot a man, Frank?

Been a minute.

- Well that's a duffel bag full of guns you got there.

What's that for?

- You could call them negotiation tactics.

Shit.

Yeah.

- Boss, this is Karina, the new supplier I mentioned.

Listen.

We just got rid of a lifelong supplier.