Feral State

There's a fine line between poverty and prosperity.

Just look around you. It's everywhere.

We all get down on our knees and pray to the same God, don't we?

Block after block of million-dollar mega churches,

and at the same time we got millions of people

stuck in the vice-like grip of poverty.

When I look around, all I see are the forgotten,

those tossed aside by the powers that be,

that somehow missed out on the American dream.

That's why I believe that if you want something,

you've got to find it, or take it.

I've been scouring these swamps for buried treasures for my whole life,

and the only thing I've come away with are lost and discarded souls.

But my love is too strong to look the other way.

So, I take them in, teaching the ways of prosperity.

And together we take what is rightfully ours.

From the earliest Conquistadors to the Cocaine Cowboys,

these swamps have always held hidden bounty.

I believe it because I've dreamed it.

And now I just got to go find it.

Put your mask on.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Let me see.

How bad is it? Hey, look at me. Look at me.

Hey, look at me.

You're good. You're good. Go to the car. Go to the car.

Kayla, wake up. Come on, wake up.

Kayla? Kayla?

Go. Go, go, go!

- Let's see how bad is it. - Fuck.

- Stop. Let me fucking see. - Fuck!

What happened back there?

- Go to the hospital. - No hospitals.

It's just shrapnel, bro.

- What the fuck happened back there? - Keep driving, bro.

What the...

Cody?

Fuck.

What the fuck?

- What the fuck? - Shit.

Come on.

Cody, she's roadkill.

I'm not leaving her. Help.

Shit, is she dead?

What the fuck?

Get in the car.

What the fuck!

Go. Go, go!

God damn, brother, fortune favors the bold,

- am I right? - You're right.

I mean, fuck, every year you hear about fossils being found,

Confederate gold...

No one ever believes, it's always a myth until it happens.

Right? And if it's not us, it's gonna be someone else.

- That's right. - Right?

Just fucking indulge me, man. Would you?

Yeah, I'm in.

That's it. That's it, you know?

Hey. You guys need something?

- Say it again? - You guys need something?

- Such as? - I got Xans, Oxys, Percs.

Just trying to get some shit off me.

- Why don't you take a seat? - Yeah, come on.

No, I ain't fucking sitting down, man. I... I really got to go.

So, you guys want some or not?

We'll buy all of it.

All right, you do that.

On one condition.

What you doing, man? Get the fuck off me.

Tell me where you got the drugs from.

No, man, what are you, a cop or something?

- Do I look like a goddamn cop? - I don't know, man. Get the fuck off me.

- Not until you tell me where the fuck you got these from. - All right. Okay, okay.

I got it from the liquor store down the street. It's called Aroma, okay?

Give me the drugs.

- Put them on the table. - All right. All right.

- Get. - Girl, you forgot your money.

That's fucking crazy, man.

It's a goddamn shame.

- It's a shame, man. - It has lost you.

That's exactly what I'm talking about.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

What happened?

Trey's been shot.

Fucking bang!

Get the fuck out of the car. I'm driving.

Hang in there, bud.

Cyrus, give me your flashlight, buddy.

Thank you, son. Easy now, come on.

You're gonna tell him, or I will.

- Fuck you. - It's gonna hurt just a little bit, okay?

I need you to breathe.

Hey, hey, look at me, it's a flesh wound.

You're gonna be just fine, okay?

Cyrus, get him cleaned up, buddy.

He can do it himself. It's just shrapnel.

Fine.

Cody.

What am I not being told?

Something's not right.

Why is there a bloodied-up little girl in the back of this truck?

Um...

I asked you a question, goddamn it. Speak.

We hit her with the truck.

So, you decide to bring her here?

I didn't.

Have you lost your fucking mind?

Who is she?

I don't know. She just stepped in front of the truck and...

You boys are going to take this truck, dump it in the swamp,

put a bullet in her goddamn head and let the gators do the rest.

You understand me? I want you back before the sun comes up.

- Stay here, I'll take care of it. - Shut the fuck up.

I'll drive. Get in.

Hurry up.

This place is creepy as fuck.

She didn't do anything.

Just do it, I gotta take a piss.

We pulled three bodies from the rubble,

- two adults, one child. - Witnesses?

Neighbors heard gunshots around 1:00 a.m.

- No one saw anything. - What else?

Well, kind of looks like the other two meth labs.

Come on, hun, again with the conspiracy?

Looks like a double whammy to me.

Just let forensics do their thing.

You know, you all remind me of a story my grandfather told me

when I was about 14, 15 years old.

It's about these two bulls standing on a hillside,

overlooking this pasture full of cows.

The young bull kind of looks up at the old bull and says... all cocky and stuff.

He says, "Hey, let's run down there and fuck us one of them cows."

The old bull looks down at him and says,

"No... how about we just walk down there and fuck 'em all?"

I sent you out there to get information for me, what you got?

These cocksuckers ain't talking yet, man, but it's only a matter of time.

I got a wrecking crew ready to go.

If you boys can't handle it, I'm going to bring them into this thing.

- Fuck that. We got this. - Then, unass my area,

and go out there and find out who's fucking up my labs.

The weather today in Moss County,

a high of 92 degrees...

In other news, local authorities are investigating

a trailer fire that left...

...two adults and one child dead

after the trailer burst into flames.

The sheriff's department are labeling the incident as drug-related,

and it's believed that the source of the fire

was caused by a meth lab explosion.

Stay tuned for more news at 5:00.

Up next is the new track, Swampy Love by Johnny and the Rockets.

- I gotta go, really. - Just stay, baby.

Every time you leave, it just breaks my heart.

You know I can't do that.

Look around you, I'll give you everything I got

just to wake up next to this beautiful body of yours.

- Bye, baby. - See you soon?

You know where to find me.

- All good? - Yeah.

That dude's gross.

You didn't have to fuck him, why do you care?

He's old, lonely, fucking rich.

How much are you pooling in, anyways?

Fuck's your problem?

How did it go?

- It's all over the news, you know. - I heard.

There were kids in the fire.

Those were bad people, son.

- You know that. - But...

Enough, goddamn it.

I need you to get that out of your head and fast, you understand me?

The shit that transpired in that house was God's will,

not our fault, not our problem.

The shit that they were cooking up

would've ended up on the streets,

probably in the hands of some God-fearing people. I can't have that.

And I can't have my fucking kid getting all bamboozled

every time someone gets robbed or some tweaker kid gets what he has coming to him.

It's fucking weakness, son. I need you to be strong.

One day, when I'm dead and gone...

you're going to reflect back on what we're doing here,

that it was for the betterment of the world.

Understand?

Damn, son.

Stubborn kid.

Now...

I want you to go tell your brothers to get the fuck over here.

We've got some planning to do.

- You're in my seat. - You said you weren't hungry.

I changed my mind.

Hello, how are you today?

- Hey, good. How are you? - I'm good. Uh, the usual?

- Yes, thank you. - Okay.

- Oh, and Jazz? - Yeah?

- You're staying out of trouble? - Yes, I'm trying.

- Can I get a coffee too? - Yeah, no problem. Be right up.

Just came in.

Only the man was shot?

Yeah, the woman and the kids were killed by the fire.