May's Whorehouse"?
You own a shirt like that?
If I did
I'd probably wear it.
But you don't
own a shirt like that?
No.
No, sir.
I got to tell you,
I thought the whole story
sounded far-fetched from
the very beginning, Ludlow.
I got a couple of
good boys right here
that would not
be involved in
something like what you
were describing to me.
I'm sorry
about your dog.
Truly am.
But, um...
You got the wrong pair
of kids and that's all.
It's Harold, right?
Danny said
your name yesterday.
I want to thank you for lying
to your brother about my rig.
Could've brought a couple hundred
dollars or so and you knew that.
Nice of you not to mention
that to your brother.
Now suppose
you tell your dad
about my dog.
I don't know anything
about your dog, mister.
The truth would swallow
a whole lot easier, son.
Yeah, well I
That's just about enough, Ludlow.
They said
they didn't do it.
And if they said they
didn't do it,
they didn't do it
and that's that.
I guess you're
just mistaken.
Well, I asked you.
Excuse me?
I said I asked you.
- Asked me what, sir?
- To do the right thing here.
It could have been
the right thing maybe,
if it had been
the right boys.
Oh, I've got the right boys,
Mr. McCormack.
It's you who've got
the wrong boys.
And I think
you probably know that.
Thank you for your time.
Yeah.
10 days, $100.
What?
You can't prove
attempted robbery.
It's just your word
against theirs.
So what you've got is a case
of cruelty to animals.
Maybe reckless conduct
with a firearm.
- Misdemeanors.
- Misdemeanors? Jesus.
Under the law an animal
is just property.
They have a mandatory
$100 fine.
He didn't just give
the dog a kick, Sam.
He killed it.
It's still just cruelty
to animals, Ave.
That's all the law
has to say about it.
You can ask for up to
364 days in prison,
but practically speaking,
no prosecutor in his right mind
is going to request more than 30.
And he wouldn't get
more than 10.
The Sheriff could
at least arrest him,
put the fear of God into
the little son of a bitch.
To arrest the little
son of a bitch,
the Sheriff would've had to
have seen him pull the trigger.
I'm sorry, Ave.
It's no good.
I still have to try.
All of this time,
work and expense
for an old mongrel dog
you already buried?
That really what you want?
That old mongrel dog
was Mary's gift to me
for my 50th birthday, Sam.
And they made a joke
about killing him.
There he is.
Hey.
Where's the old mutt?
He's gone, Emma.
Gone?
A boy shot him
Back by Miller's Bend
On Sunday.
Oh My Lord.
- Why would
- There wasn't any sense to it.
Just meanness.
You know, Ave, last time
we talked it got me thinking.
I know how much that dog
meant to you,
especially after what happened
with Mary and the boys.
Will they prosecute?
All I could get out of them
was a "we'll see."
Which I guess is better
than a "no way."
I'll be over as soon as
I check with Emma.
Fine.
I found out a few things
about McCormack.
- Uh-huh.
- Yeah, he made his money in trucking
just like his daddy.
He had some run-ins with
the law when he was younger.
There was some talk
about government payoffs.
Oh, married a beauty queen.
You see her out there?
Sure did.
Yeah, he married
pretty well,
But I'm not sure he
treats her that good.
Anyway, all in all,
there's plenty of money
and political clout there.
But underneath, McCormack
is nothing but a redneck
one generation removed.
Oh, I also think
I've found out
who your third boy is.
Word is Danny
and Harold hang out
with a kid
named Pete Doust.
Don't move shit around.
With your sewing crap
in the way
I can't find
the remote control.
Hey, open the door.
Mr. Doust?
- I'm Avery Ludlow.
- I know who you