Bad Country

South Louisiana in the 1980s was a different kind of time and place.

Some called it lawless.

But it wasn't.

Others said we just got a certain way of doing things down here.

But it ain't that either.

Instead I call it what it was.

Hell with the lid off.

Depending on what kind of man you were,

there's really only one thing sure as shit you'd better know.

Cops got rules, criminals don't.

And if you up and cross that line, it just might cost you your life.

Welcome to Dixie.

Now these right here are Brazilian, from Bahia.

Deep cuts, damn good.

Now this is India. Paler, but also good.

And these right here, they're Colombian.

From them limestone caves up there in Muzo.

Now you gonna get your money's worth on these first two.

But these here, well, they just a little more expensive.

That's 'cause there ain't a nigger flaw in one of them.

They is as hard as steel,

and they is emerald green as emerald green fucking comes.

That's nice.

That's the real McCoy. That's what that is.

Tell you what, bag 'em all.

The market's got a hard on for this shit.

All right, I hear that.

Hey, Jake.

Get on it.

And today, 31-year-old Gary Plant pleaded innocent by reason of insanity

to charges of second degree murder

in the slaying of accused sex offender Jeffrey Douche.

What you got there? Diamonds?

That's 30 grand out the door.

If you're interested.

I ain't got the scratch right now, but, yeah, I'm interested.

District court judge Frank Salia

scheduled the trial one year to the day after Douche was first arrested.

Missing from today's hearing was the arresting officer.

From East Baton Rouge Sheriff's office, police Lieutenant Bud Carter.

Lieutenant Carter was unavailable for comment.

This motherfucker's a cop!

Let's go!

I think I broke a knuckle on that guy's tooth.

He only had one tooth.

Well, I got it, didn't I?

- Hey, Jack, let's get another round here. - Comin' at you.

Bud!

We're supposed to be celebrating here.

We've been working this case for months and you ain't said shit.

Something's off.

They had a lot of weight, maybe too much.

It's a ring. Organised burglary.

You saw them guys.

You think that half-assed crew was organised?

They shit their pants in unison.

What are you getting after, Bud?

You think it was someone else's score.

I think it's a part of something bigger.

Tomorrow morning, we'll put our friends under the lamp.

If they know this someone else, we'll know them, too.

I told you.

I keep telling you, I don't know nothing. Okay? That's it!

No, no! It's not it, Tommy.

Now we have been here all morning and we're gonna stay here all night.

The stones you were fencing belonged to an AMSEC wall safe in Faye Jewellers.

The rest are found in a vault in Bocage.

Now the owners can verify their belongings and have.

Who are you fencing for?

I ain't saying fucking shit!

Then your name's on a dozen other jobs just like it.

- That's bullshit! - No.

No, that's a promise.

There's been a series of burglaries in the area all over the last six months.

All still open.

Now you don't talk to me, it's all on you, boy.

Well, you know, I ain't got nothing to do with that.

- Well, any idea who does? - No! Okay?

- Fuck no. - Answer the question!

Man, fuck this and fuck you!

Your crew's just a bunch of faggots in goddamn matching jackets!

I'm tired of this!

I know you're too dumb to be any more than a courier.

I know you're covering for someone.

Tell me who that someone is!

- I ain't no fucking rat! - You ain't a rat?

Easy, Bud, go easy.

Get him off me!

- Lock the door! - Shit! Shit!

Get this motherfucker away from me!

I'll teach you what commitment is.

I'll put you in an 8-by-9

and have you fucked in the ass by every inmate in the state of Louisiana.

And that's the rest of your life!

Give me a name.

He's from Whisky Bay!

- Give me a name! - I can't!

A name.

Give me a name!

Jesse Weiland, 41. Two tours in 'Nam, '65 and '66.

He's a force recon, a jump marine.

Weapons trained, explosives, name it.

Seven-and-a-half years out of a 12-year stint for federal robbery.

Two in Angola, a year in DeQuincy, three in El Reno with a transfer to Lewisburg.

Then Marion with a brief stopover in Leavenworth.

Released from Oxford in 1981.

Jacket's the size of the Bible.

At Marion, they kept him in H-block.

H-block?

That's home to 40 top murder-one inmates.

Yeah. Life sentences.

He ain't just woodwork.

Don't move, you motherfuck!

I'll blow your head clean off.

Now, turn the car off slowly.

Toss the keys out the window.

Toss them out the window.

Hit it!

- Get out! Get out! - Sheriff's Department.

- Get down! - Police!

Get the fuck out of my house! Now!

- I'll shoot you. Get down! - Get down on the ground, ma'am!

My baby!

My baby!

- Call an ambulance now. - Yes, sir.

Jesse!

Thank you.

Bud!

Bud!

Motherfucker's got a general store.

Toss everything.

I got ice.

This is new.

What's the cyanide for, Jesse?

Extracting impurities.

Impurities from what?

You're in a bad situation here, pal.

Shit.

Now, I'm gonna make bail.

What more do you want? You got a two-time felon on multiple counts.

You got robbery, B and E, all-you-can-eat felony possession.

All on top of an organised burglary ring.

Man's in custody, Bud.

Fucked for life. It's finished.

There's more, I know it.

Remember him?

Ten months ago, judge gets popped with a .357.

Well, I got a Ruger from Weiland's toilet and rushed it through Ballistics.

- And? - It's a solid match. Dead on.

There's a dozen ways Weiland could've got that burner.

- It don't prove a thing. - How about this?

A stack of bonds taken from the home of a Baptist minister, murdered.

Looked like a robbery gone bad then.

I want it opened back up.

I still got tests pending, more guns, more cases.

This guy ain't crazy, Mike.

He's the ticket to something big. Something happening now.

- So who's backing him? - I don't know.

But I do know they'll post his bond.

That's why I need a price that they can't come up with overnight.

I'm right about this, Mike.

When a guy's looking at 200 years and he ain't upset,

it's like when your wife is accusing you of fucking the neighbour

but she don't know you're fucking her sister, too.

You're pretty calm about it, right?

Did we hit the wrong nerve?

All the guns, all the other shit, the time.

He's having that conversation, he can have it.

He's not upset.

He's making eye contact 'cause we're falling short.

This guy knows things. He knows where bodies are.

I'll bounce it up to the DA.

Yeah?

Bud? Charlie Broward. Just got your message. What's so urgent?

Hey, Charlie, thanks for calling.

Listen.

You had a inmate in '75 named Jesse Weiland.

What's your interest in this guy, Bud?

Well, we got him on weapons and burglary.

- But I get the feelin' there's more. - There's way more.

Race riots, smuggling, extorting a guard.

I had a few run-ins with him myself.

What else?

You could say that in here, he peaked.

Came in on armed robbery and assault,

but word in the system said he's a contract killer

controlling hits, movements inside the system, prison-to-prison, state-to-state.

Their number one guy.

Heard you refused a public defender.

Yesterday morning, when you were arrested, I put a gun to your head.

You expected someone else.

Y'all don't look like cops.

Your house, guns, mass supply tells me intent to sell.

Cyanide in the fridge, explosives, tells me you're scared.

I know who you are.

If you knew that much, you wouldn't be in here all by yourself.

Tell you what I do know.

There is no bond.

Your parole's been violated,

and you and your brother, Tommy, are headed back to prison.