Outlaw's Buckle

Piece of shit.

Expecting company, Rollins?

That's your little lady friend coming over for the night?

Huh?

Zip it, Jelly.

I ain't in the mood for your shit tonight.

Well whoever they are, I hope they brought snacks.

I'm hungry as a motherfucker, man.

Deputy Rollins?

And you are?

Soaking wet.

Freezing.

Mind if I come in?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Henderson County?

Unfortunately.

It's a little drafty in here, don't you think?

Sorry, I'm Deputy Adams.

Don't mean to drop in on you like this,

but in the current state I didn't have much of a choice.

You drove all the way out here in this storm?

Yeah.

It was coming down in sheets when I got off the bridge.

I could hardly see three feet in front of me.

The roads are about to flood, so I had to pull over.

Where are you headed?

Huntington.

Transporting a suspect.

Huntington.

Uh-huh.

That's five hours from here.

Yep.

Like I said, the roads are starting to flood.

Got the suspect.

I figured what better place to hole up than a county jail.

- For the night? - Is that a problem?

No, no.

I'll call the sheriff and square it all away.

Be my guest.

Good luck getting through to anyone in this, though.

Look, I'm not trying to cause any issues.

Just let me lock up my guy.

As soon as this storm clears,

I'll get out of your hair, yeah?

What kind of offender?

The violent kind.

And?

Murder.

Where's all your people?

It's just me on the weekends.

I'm new.

Just transferred from records.

So being the last man on the totem pole,

it's just me and Jelly for the weekend.

Who's Jelly?

God damn, Rollins, you lucky son-of-a-gun, you.

Henderson County, huh?

I need to spend more time down there.

That's enough, Jelly.

Is Jelly his real name?

No.

Why do you call him that?

Come on in here and I'll show you.

He's in for indecent exposure.

The sheriff wanted to get him in front of a judge today,

but the storm took care of all that.

So he's with us for the weekend.

Lucky you.

Yeah.

He likes to wiggle his, uh, you know.

Yeah.

- Yeah. - I got that.

So my guy, you got another cell block I can use?

What's wrong with this one?

Yeah, what's wrong with this.

- Shut up. - All right.

My guy don't play well with others.

Well we've got the women's block but there's issues

with the locks.

We'll put him in Block B.

How's that?

As long as nobody fucks with him.

I don't think it will be a problem.

All right.

I'll bring him in.

What the hell did you say this guy is in for?

Murder.

What kind?

The triple kind.

Twice.

What the hell is this?

That's his property.

Well, I can lock it in the cage for you, if you want.

Do you have anything to eat around here?

Don't get your hopes up.

The damn thing just eats change.

Let me try.

This is the last of it.

You were saying?

How the hell did you do that?

A woman's touch.

Do you have anywhere where I can rest my eyes for a bit?

Smart ass.

Psst.

Hey, man.

What did they get you for?

You know me, they got me for rocking out with my cock out.

You know what I mean, huh?

Guess not.

How about that fine-ass lady cop you came in here with, huh?

Man.

Rollins is a lucky dog, I'll tell you that.

Spend the night with here, whew.

Did you try anything freaky with her?

Anything?

Nothing?

Not even during the patdown?

Dude, that's like the best opportunity.

I guess not.

Hey you know, that reminds me

of a friend I had over in Granbury one time.

So get this.

He gets pulled over, right.

Apparently he fucks his way out of the ticket.

I mean, if that's true, that shit is pretty epic, huh?

Well, he was known to over-exaggerate things a little bit,

so,

you don't talk much, do you?

I get that.

Yeah.

Neither does Rollins.

I swear the guy's got a stick up his ass.

Well either way I hope you ate before you came

because apparently the kitchen is closed.

Yeah, the cook went home or some shit.

Everybody is freaked out over the storm.

Man, I tell you what,

I'm so fucking hungry I could eat my watch.

But that would be time consuming.

Nothing?

Damn, man.

You got that wrapped up tight.

Just talking to myself here, Jelly.

All alone.

Hey, man, you got any toilet paper in there with you?

You know, the stuff that they give you when you book in?

It's paper thin.

I mean mid-swipe your finger breaks through,

goes right up your ass.

You know.

Nothing?

Not even a handkerchief?

Tissue?

It's kind of an emergency.

Extra pillowcase?

Come on, man.

Help me out here.

Oh shit.

Well it ain't the Ritz.

Well like I said, everybody went home,

so we should be alone.

Welcome to paradise.

What's with all the empty offices?

Layoffs.

The county is moving all those departments

by the end of the month.

- Shit. - Yeah.

Well this works.

I just need to get a couple of hours of shuteye.

Wake me if anything happens.

What would happen?

On second thought, maybe I should.

No, I got it, I got it.

It's my cell, my responsibility.

Well he's my suspect.

So tell me about him.

You could write a fucking movie about that guy.

Kids.

A woman in her 70s.

It makes no difference to him.

When I found him, he was sleeping a dumpster, with nothing

on him but a knife and these.

Risperdal.

The same shit they give psychopaths and serial killers

when they're trying to calm them down for questioning.

I know what it is.

I cleaned out the infirmary last spring.

He killed six people?

Yeah.

A bus driver, a family of three and two others.

When we pulled him out of the dumpster,

brought him in for questioning, he confessed, to all of it.

- Just like that? - Yep.

That's strange, right?

Yeah.

I was bringing him to Huntington for his psych eval,

and that's when El Nino happened, so here we are.

Is he a rancher?

I doubt it.