Arkansas

Palmer, Alaska has luxury homes

with million-dollar views.

Cole and Amanda have saved up

and are ready to spend the big bucks.

This log house has surprises around every turn.

Now, that's nice.

I've always suspected

that I didn't want the desirable things in life as much as I should.

Women, cars, houses, movies, bands.

These things were how people chiseled out a tidy philosophy of life.

- This can't be for real. - It's really serene.

I never needed a philosophy of life.

And one more thing. This is awesome.

It's only people who wanted things,

felt guilty about getting things and frustrated

about not getting things that needed a philosophy.

It might be my favorite part of the house.

The garage of Cole's dreams,

a party shower and a sunroom. What will it all cost?

I was just as pleased to get drunk

or drink a bunch and not get drunk.

The main thing is the grass for me.

- There's just so much of it. - Yeah.

Give me your weapon.

I don't got one.

Someone that fights like you should have a weapon.

Trespassin' is a lot different than armed robbery, smart guy.

You talk too much.

Kyle, you here? It's Colin.

Tell me you still got it, man.

Yes!

That's what I'm talking about. Hey, that's what I'm talking about.

You may wanna step out for a while.

Why's that?

Well, there's a gentleman may stop by.

If so, I got to shoot him.

Colin, you one crazy son of a bitch.

I got a guy in my closet.

I don't know if it's the same one you're thinking of.

- Curly headed? - Yeah, that's the one.

And he's alive?

So far.

Pack your shit.

- Did I just get promoted? - Yep.

You goin' to Arkansas.

I'm a drug dealer.

I'm near the bottom rung of an outfit run by a man named Frog.

A man I've never met before.

To be honest, I'm not sure he even exists.

What a lot of people don't know about organized crime in the south

is that it's not that organized.

The term Dixie Mafia has always been too generous,

implied too grand a scale.

There's a handful of big-time operators that run everything regionally, but...

it's nothing like the Italians or the Mexicans, no families.

Just a loose affiliation of deadbeats and scumbags.

No code of honor.

No philosophy of life.

It's mostly boring solitary work, but that suits me just fine.

Relying on other people is the fastest way

to end up dead in this business.

- You Kyle? - You Swin?

Welcome aboard. I'll be your co-pilot this evening.

Colin didn't mention I'd be captaining a highway barge.

Yeah, well, you're moving wholesale now, the big leagues.

What's with the cones?

I thought the randomness of it might throw off a cop.

Well, I guess that's smart.

- I'm somethin' of a criminal mastermind. - Oh, you're one of those witty people?

I've been called worse.

You kinda remind me of a game show host.

You know what, Kyle?

It strikes me that if you wanna be the strong silent type,

you really gotta keep yourself from commenting on every little thing.

It won't be right away,

but at some point soon I'm gonna knock you on your ass.

I suggest you keep the bullshit to a minimum.

Look at you.

No, you act tough now, but we'll be friends.

Everybody who meets me wants to be my friend.

Yeah, I find that hard to believe.

I mean, what's not to like?

What kinda name is Swin anyway?

Your mother's. Get in.

If we go 83 the rest of the way we won't be late.

Getting pulled over with drugs makes you really late.

There I go learnin' again.

You don't get this smart on accident.

That's nice to see.

- You're sad. - No.

It's just most women don't breastfeed anymore,

which is a shame, you know?

'Cause breastfed babies get fewer syndromes.

I was a formula baby.

Your big ass I'm guessin' had a mouthful of the real deal.

- No idea. - Oh, I bet ya did.

Bet you had a titty in your mouth from day one.

Let's call your mother and ask.

She's dead.

I wouldn't care if all my sisters died.

You're fuckin' stupid.

Shit.

God damn it.

Really? Duct tape, MacGyver?

You see any rope in there?

I'm improvising 'cause your damn cover job was so shoddy.

- Shit. - Fuck.

Let me do the talkin'.

Hey, now. I'm Mike, how's your day going?

First aid kit's in the console.

Pat Bright, Park Ranger. You boys heading far?

Corpus Christi.

I noticed your rig needs some help.

Well, not sure I agree with that 100 percent,

but I guess everything gives out in time, doesn't it?

If you're patient.

You gotta get more rope, go corner to corner.

Yeah, I know it. We were just in a rush this morning.

- Still are. - What's the haul?

Faucets.

Yep, some, computer tycoon, you know?

Used to be oil, now it's computers.

There are no faucets in Corpus?

That's what I said,

but he said he's gotta have that adobe-marble core.

Well let me take a look how you got this stacked.

I'm a safety expert in this state.

I appreciate... I appreciate it, sir,

but the thing is, we really gotta haul ass.

- We're already pretty far. - Hey, enough questions.

Fuck.

What's the cones for?

You boys are carrying a load of faucets, stuffed with bags of powder and plug.

You left from Little Rock,

and you got a map of each state in your glove box.

I'm with Frog. I've been ordered to intervene.

So, you boys not gonna have a lot of choice

about your immediate futures.

You gonna work under me at the state park.

Frog's got a whole new loop of clients and I'm running those deals,

so try not to look like deer in the headlights.

Try to look angry or bored or something.

- So you know Frog, personally? - I've known Frogman for years.

Ever since a truck of his got lost in my park.

You boys gonna ride with me.

What about the flatbed?

Colin here will take it the rest away.

What's up, Kyle?

I don't think you gonna need that.

I about blew you away.

- You trying to convince someone? - No.

No, I hate guns.

They say it ain't smart to fuck around with someone you don't know.

Your name is Kyle Ribb.

You never killed a man, and your name is Swin Horn.

You never killed a man.

You're dependable.

You're a project.

So, here's how this is all gonna shake out.

You two boys get to live in trailers on the park grounds.

Don't worry, I'm not playing favorites.

They're identical.

You'll have nine to five covers as park peons.

Maintainin' the grounds, directin' lost SUVs.

You are here, you're gonna make a right and a left all the way to the end.

Your cover names are Robert Suarez and Ed Mollar.

These are my rules.

I'm only gonna say 'em once, so listen the fuck up.

I am the boss.

You may never refuse an order and you may never quit.

If you decide to run off,

I will hunt you down and I will kill you,

no matter how much I've grown to like you.

Do not socialize with the locals.

Do not bring girls around.

Do not draw attention to yourself.

In time you two might take over the operation,

cutting me in for a humble percentage.

Why, just think. One day this could all be yours.

Where's the boss?

Vacuumin' his Corvette.

Goin' on two hours. He's obsessed with it.

More of a German car guy myself.

You think there's any chance Bright is Frog?

Zero.

It's fresh thinkin' though.

Where do you think Frog lives, on a ranch somewhere?

I think that we will have to work at this company

for a long time before we ever found out

anything true about the Frogman.

I heard he has a pool shaped like a lily pad.

Yep, there you go.

For a long time it's just gonna be shit like that.

Inconsequential falsehoods.

Sleep well? All nested in?

Would either of you boys like to call me sir?

You can if you want.

I won't think it's corny.

We're gonna go traffic drugs across state lines, sir!

You see that?