I'm looking for Mr. Wallace.
He's not here. You got me. Speak.
You knew I was coming, didn't you?
Yeah.
To whine to Mr. Wallace.
This week's check's 60 bucks light, man.
I'm just here to get what's mine.
Question... you think you're pulling
your weight down there, Warner?
What, did my crew say I'm not?
No. I say it.
I see everything you mokes do and don't do.
That's why you call me Big Brother, right?
I'm trying to put a down payment on a ring, man. Come on.
Well, I guess that means now Connie has time
to find herself a real man.
I thought so.
Every man has his price, Mr. Lightman.
Oh, yeah? What's mine, then?
100 grand?
Why come to me?
MSHA's about to come out with their report
saying that they found no evidence of miner error.
That's as good as saying that the company's to blame
for the death of all those men.
Sounds fair.
What happened in that mine was human error.
Of course it was.
Always is.
Bloody humans.
I came up in those mines, Mr. Lightman.
20 years breaking rocks.
Now, if enough methane gas builds up down there,
one slip of the hammer sets off a spark,
no one stands a chance in hell.
Now, if the company's at fault,
I'd be the first one to admit it.
But that is not the case here.
How do you know?
Because I run a safe mine.
You don't know, do you?
I mean, not for sure, right?
But if I can prove that the company's not at fault,
you get an extra little something
in your Christmas envelope, don't you?
A.S.A.C. Dillon.
Dr. Foster.
Nice to see you.
It's your boss I'm here to see.
You did get the memo?
We're no longer on retainer with the FBI.
And you mean my partner.
You speak to him after you're done with me.
That's how we vet our incoming cases.
Your partner got Agent Reynolds shot and wounded.
How's Ben doing?
Ben is riding a desk.
How do you think he's doing?
What are you doing here?
Quid pro quo.
You speak Latin now.
Heh. You want to hear some more? Pro bono.
That's what you're gonna charge the FBI
for this case I'm bringing you.
Pro bono? I don't think so.
Well, then we'll drag Lightman in
to answer some very tough questions
which will make him wish that we'd stayed friends.
Ok.
What's he done now?
I can't wait till tomorrow.
What happens tomorrow?
I get better-looking every day.
Now you know why they call him Jimmy the Mouth.
Who's dealing?
Is this still Texas hold 'em,
or are we ready for a real man's game?
Had enough?
Or do I need to skip to the part
where he sweeps 5 large in dirty money off the table?
Which, in case you're not hearing me clearly,
I can easily turn into a felony that won't go away.
Here are those pictures you asked for, Dr. Lightman.
You don't think I grieve for my men?
We're sorry for your loss, Mr. Wallace,
but apart from the picture of your foreman,
the rest aren't miners killed in that explosion.
They're 5 random pictures that we pulled from the Internet.
Hiya.
Who died?
Your friend Dillon from the FBI
is in the conference room
with a video of you
playing cards with criminals.
Me?
Jimmy the Mouth.
I'll take care of the FBI.
All you do is antagonize them, Cal.
That's never gonna get them to leave us alone.
What this requires is a woman's touch.
Get lost.
Torres, I need you.
Jimmy the mouth made a mess.
And he was just leaving.
What's that all about?
I was never here.
Dr. Lightman's not in the office.
Still out playing cards with criminals?
That doesn't mean he is a criminal.
So why don't we focus on what you're really here for.
You want to use Dr. Lightman against the men in that game.
Who's that one?
Name is Brian Warner.
He's a timberman.
He builds supports, and the miners, they dig.
One of the best I've ever seen.
It's 9:00 in the morning
and he's already drunk.
This is Mr. Lightman from D.C. I was telling you about.
Old times.
- Oh, yeah? - Yes, 'cause I look so young.
Oh. Right.
I was Big Brother's assistant foreman.
I taught him everything he knows.
Big Brother?
Eyes in the back of his head, did he?
Yeah. Except this time.
That's Hoodak. He's an engineer.
Angry sober, angry drunk.
It runs in the family.
He blames you for the explosion, mate.
Face of the company. Comes with the territory.
Ooh. Racism's alive and kicking
in Hopper's River, I see.
That's Darryl.
He's part of the crew, too.
6 men went underground on Monday.
Today we mourn their passing.
First and foremost, we'd like to mourn our foreman Bill Jones.
We all called him Big Brother
because that's what he was to all of us.
This one's so full of it, it's coming out of his ears.
He was tough,
but he always had our backs.
And everyone here knows it.
What do you expect with his family here, huh?
I would expect the man eulogizing him
to at least try to hide his contempt.
Let's all bow our heads in a moment of silence.
Hello.
That was a very touching eulogy.
I was moved.
Who the hell are you?
I'm sorry about your foreman in there.
You're with Wallace.
Yeah, he's sorry, too.
And for the other 5 men that got killed with him.
You're leaving so soon?
He's only just racked them up.
Nature calls.
You know,
I am gonna find out what happened down that mine
that makes you so ashamed.
I'm kind of a pain in the ass that way.
Being a miner's not a question of if you're gonna get hurt,
just when.
Really? So, how's it work, then?
All right, 6 of you get killed all together
and you guys just knock back a few pints
and put it down to accidents will happen.
Is that how it goes, eh?
You're not welcome in this bar.
You got some nerve coming in here, Wallace.
Connie, I'm here to pay my respects like everyone else.
Connie, it's all right.
My kid cousin Joey was killed in that explosion.
How do you dare tell me it's all right, Sully?
He was just a canary. 18 years old.
His first week down your damn mine.
Ok, hold on, guys.
We don't want any trouble, Mr. Wallace.
Where you going?!
Back off!
You ain't gonna use it.
Try me.
Who the hell are you?
He's with me.
Here, give me that.
It's all good. The sheriff's outside.
I want everyone out,
except for you four.
All right?
And him.
The rest of you leave. All right.
This is our bar, not your mine, Wallace.
Either you answer his questions in here
or the sheriff's outside.
All right, well, nature calls.
Did Foster tell you to follow me here?
No, that was all my idea.
You think what you did out there is clever, do you?
You mean as opposed to what you were about to do
with that bottle?
Back up, cobra.
Right.
Sorry.
4 miners were all on the same crew.
How do you know that?
They've probably known each other
since they were kids.
And now they count on each other
for their lives every day.
So John, Paul, George, and Ringo have a secret.
We identify their weakest link.
What would I do without you, Loker?
Meet Joseph Hench, also known as Bruzzy
by his foot soldiers back in Boston.
Nice eyes for a guy with henchmen.
He ordered the gangland shootings
of 7 rivals and a federal judge.
Allegedly.
All the same, he's on your most-wanted list.
He's at the top of the list.
Um, bring up the poker game.
That's him.
What if Lightman can't help?
The arrest of every person at this poker game
is the next step.
By the next step, you mean Lightman?
I'm not letting you near Lightman, so forget that.
Let me guess. Love song?
Oi, Paul.
Over here. Yeah, you. Over here, man.
Name's Brian, not Paul.
- Oh, really? - Really.
You guys don't belong in here, man.
You belong behind bars for what happened down that mine, mate.
Is she single?
Oh, I'm sorry. You and her, eh?
Say no more.
Don't take plastic. And it's peanuts or nothing.
All right.
You two make a handsome couple.
Does he always drink like this
or is just since the accident?
What did he tell you about what happened down that mine?
Oh, that much.
That was a bit careless, Brian.
Make that your last one, Brian.
I didn't tell anybody anything.
Anything about what, babe?
About who killed your kid cousin and his mates.
I don't know what you're talking about.
About how Big Brother had it coming.
He's trying to mess with your head, sweetie.
You take it from me, mate,
you've already told me much more than you realize.
You should back up out of my face
before you get really hurt.
You sure about that, are you?
Yeah.
We ok here?
Oh, yeah.
He's about to throw up, though.
And it's not the drink, it's the nerves.
All right.
I think I'll take them peanuts now, darling.
So, how long you guys known each other?
Long enough.
First question's free.
Next one costs you.
You two idiots start a shift in less than an hour.
Take a hike.
Go.
What do you got in your pocket, huh? A gun?
Don't push it, son.
For your own good.
That's not a gun, is it?
A little advice, son?
Go home, before you get hurt.
I told the FBI Agent, uh, Dillon,
no one knows each other outside of card game.
No one digs nose into each other's business.
High stakes poker.
That's it.
Everyone has a good time.
Are those hair plugs?
Are those, uh, fake breasts?
Well, he's deflecting about the doll hair.
But everything else he's saying is true.
You didn't just stumble into the poker game one day.
You were invited.
By whom?
This is him.
The guy who invited me.
What about this guy?
Who's he?
Ahh. Jimmy the Mouth.
Funny, funny guy.
So if everybody is invited,
who invited him?
Wheels.
His name is Wheels.
How you doing, Connie? Are you all right?
Yeah?
Nor is Brian.
The secret... of how those men died
is killing him.
And the others, they can smell his fear.
Souvenir?
Where you going?
Where do you think I'm going? I'm going to work.
Got a new canary for you.
Tweet.
Where's your engineer, then?
Hoodak?
He saw a rabbit.
Let me guess... bunnies bring bad luck, right?
Who knows? Point is, we cut him a break.
Last thing you want down here
is someone's who's had too much to drink, right?
You got that right.
But you let him down here.
And he's had a skinful.
Can't do squat without your timberman.
You cold, Brian?
No, it's the draft from the methane extractor fan.
Don't worry, I'll live.
Oh, yeah?
Right.
The engineer stayed up top for a reason.
Connie. She knows this crew's involved in the explosion.
Brian told her.
So Hoodak's up there to silence Connie?
You still here, college boy?
Aw, maybe he saw an itty bitty bunny, too.
Just pour and shut up, Connie.
I want you turn the fans off in this shaft.
I want a methane buildup.
Do you have any idea how dangerous it is down here?
While you're at it,
stand the sheriffs and the emergency services by.
And trust me.
All right, but save yourself the respirator till the last moment.
It'll give you about one hour before you have to get out.
That's all the air you'll have.
All right.
But you're gonna turn the fans on again in an hour, right?
Yeah.
All right.
This is your last, Hoodak.
Drink up, go home, sleep it off.
Hey.
Why'd your boss go down that mine?
Well, he operates on the premise
that a predator has most success
striking where its prey feels most at home.
Hey.
So, is that safe down here?
No, it's not. Nothing's safe down here.
So one spark, all right, and good night, nurse?
Perfect crime, right?
If there was a methane buildup,
you should probably ask the people that run this place
why they keep shutting the fans off.
So Big Brother was the face of everything
you resent about management, right?
I didn't kill him.
The company did.
Yeah.
The company did.
Yo, Bri, we need those timbers down the shaft yesterday, bro.
Yeah, I'm sorry. Come on.
So, did you resent Big Brother
as much as he did?
Oh. Worse.
Oh, strong, silent type. I can work with that.
The more we talk,
the colder America gets, yellow bird.
Thanks.
What's this?
Pickpocket son of a bitch.
It's part of a door handle.
What is this, blast damage?
It's coal dust in the grooves,
looks like it's been sawed off or something.
I'm thinking sometime before the explosion.
Where's Hoodak?
He must have went home already.
Want to check on that?
What's this?
Maybe we'll find one of your foreman's teeth in here.
Mining's dangerous work.
Big Brother knew the risk.
Him and, what, 5 others?
You should know the risks, too.
That's why you all got to
trust each other down here completely, right?
'Cause your lives depend on it.
No matter what.
Even though you know what they really think about you.
Down here we all the same color.
Oh, nice try.
Our brotherhood's stronger
than whatever b.s. you're trying to spin.
What, the same brotherhood that got 6 men killed?
You're not leaving here until you tell me how you got this.
It's the handle from the tool room.
When the feds from mine safety
were sifting through the rubble, I saw it.
You stole evidence?
You don't know nothing, kid,
so just keep it in your pants.
So your men just locked Big Brother in there
and left him to die.
It was a prank, a stupid prank.
Nobody was meant to get killed.
They just wanted to teach that bullheaded bastard a lesson.
A lesson? How do you know that?
You want to kill somebody in a mine,
you take a hammer to them
and you bury them in a wall.
They locked him in the tool room.
He panicked.
Because of the methane buildup.
Because he wasn't running the fans.
Saving the company money is what got him killed.
Well, him and those other five.
You and I need to talk to the sheriff.
Let's go.
I used to think you lot were a really tight crew.
You know?
Till about a minute ago.
What's worse when operating machinery down a mine...
too much alcohol
or living a lie?!
'Cause it is hard,
if not impossible, to work like that
and lie at the same time.
Well, that's real interesting.
Just saying.
You didn't mean to kill all 6 men, did you?
Eh?
Just the foreman.
You told him.
No, no. I told you to stop.
Digging ain't your game.
Look, he didn't tell me a thing.
If he'd have blabbed to me up top,
you think I'd be down here playing city buggers with you two?
Damn methane meter's in the red.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa. What are you doing?
You're gonna get us all killed.
All right, well, look at them.
Look at them.
You think they're gonna let us out of here alive now?
You wouldn't do that.
Try me.
You really want to take that chance, do you?
What the hell are you doing?
This gas is nasty, mate.
Wouldn't want to make a spark, now, do I?
Would you give me that, you psycho.
Something like this happened with Big Brother, did it?
Just put the shovel down. We'll talk.
You didn't turn off those fans that morning.
Only management can do that.
The methane buildup was an accident, all right?
They just meant to put the fear of God
into Big Brother a little bit.
All right? Just scare him, that's all.
Wait, wait!
Well, go on, then.
Run after them.
See if they'll let you out of here alive now.
Look,
they came into the mine before the dawn shift.
But all they wanted to do was mess with the tool room door handle
before Big Brother came down to do his check.
That's all.
Where were you?
I was with Connie.
Big Brother just docked some of my pay.
I figured, what the hell, screw him.
Look, when I heard the mine blew, I...
I didn't know what to think.
Oh, you knew, all right.
You just didn't want to believe your crew
could do something like that, did you?
Did you tell Connie?
You put her in danger.
You want to do something about that, do you?
What did you do to this guy?
It wasn't us. It was his bookie.
Mr. Wheels here is a degenerate gambler.
Your name Wheels?
Your name legs?
Gillian Foster.
Johnny Carl.
And there I was, thinking I could feel nothing below the waist.
Thank you.
How'd you end up in the chair?
I got bit by a shark.
The kind that makes bad loans.
Two in the spine.
They don't kill guys like me.
A dead man can't pay his debts.
You know a friend of mine.
Jimmy the mouth.
Jimmy's a friend of yours?
I always knew he was a classy guy.
I wouldn't go that far.
Hey. That's a friend of mine you're talking about.
Fascinating. You're defending his honor.
Jimmy the Mouth.
He really a friend of yours?
So what do you owe him?
None of your business.
That personal?
We worked those card games, him and me.
Him and me, like you're brothers.
Mm...
He looks different here.
Help me help him, Johnny.
Jimmy bummed a smoke off of me
on a subway platform last year.
He doesn't smoke.
Let's just say I was waiting for the train
but I wasn't going to get on it.
You were going to kill yourself.
Thank you, Agent Dillon.
I've got this.
Jimmy saw it.
I don't know how. The guy's a magician.
He turns red to black, got me out of debt
right at that card table.
Where's the next card game gonna be?
It's a floating game.
But I didn't say that.
You didn't have to.
Put the gun down, Hoodak.
How long we known each other?
Since we were kids, right?
You don't want to kill me.
Shut up, Connie!
Who put you up to this?
Sully?
I know that Brian told you.
I swear, he didn't tell me anything.
That explosion...
was an accident.
I believe you, ok? Just...
Just... just put down the gun. Ok?
I wish I could, Connie.
Stay down.
Hey, where you going?
Where you going?
I give you this and we're even.
If Hench is there we'll take him down.
Then Lightman gets off the hook.
If Hench is there, you lose our number,
for good.
Your word.
Ok.
Somebody turned the fans back on.
I knew it.
You want to talk some more.
That hammer's what,
800 pounds of force, right?
Shut up.
No, so, if it's a chest shot,
that's automatic cracked ribs
and, you know, punctured lung,
drowning in your own blood type of thing.
But if it's a head shot, much cleaner.
I mean, what's a bit of brain matter
between men?
You done?
You don't want to do this, do you?
But if you do do it, all right,
you should at least know what it is you're about to do.
6 men dead already.
How many more can you live with?
Now...
now give me that.
Shift's over.
What the hell is going on here?
This ain't who we are, bro.
That's exactly who he is.
He's a bloody racist that one.
And you know it.
See, this is what happens, Sully,
when you send a boy to do a man's job.
Ain't that the truth.
All right.
He brought a knife to a fistfight.
Out, then.
Oi.
Where's Connie?
She just ran out of here with a gun.
I called the cops.
She's gone to speak for her dead cousin.
Looks like this is your canary come home to roost, mate.
Baby, what are you doing?
He's the one who did this...
To all of us.
Men like old times,
with black lung.
Brian's crew,
dealing with bastards like Big Brother day in, day out.
You're responsible!
Darling.
If you've come here for a true confession,
a gun's not the way.
All right, answer her.
Answer her, Wallace, anyway.
As far as legal liability is concerned...
No, properly!
Like a man.
The truth is, we can't...
Dig the stuff out of the ground fast enough.
That's not an excuse, Wallace,
for the conditions we're working. You know it.
You beat the drum, Big Brother cracked the whip.
Listen to me, ok?
Your cousin,
all of them...
I'm sorry.
I am so sorry.
And I promise you,
I will do everything I can to make it right.
All right, well...
for your information, love,
he means that bit.
All right, Wallace, here's what you have to do.
You let the accident report
stand and the company takes the blame...
and they pay the damages in full.
It's untrue.
I should just let her shoot you, mate.
Ok, ok, ok!
Ok!
All right.
Once they fire me, and they will,
things will just go back to the way they've always been,
with a new Big Brother and a new me.
And that's how it'll be
until all that coal is gone.
And there I was thinking I was saving the world, mate.
Let me have it.
Thank you.
I'm not much of a whiskey drinker,
but this is smooth.
50-year-old malt.
You steal this from Lightman's stash?
You did?
Up yours.
All right.
You deserve it, though.
You saved his ass today.
It's force of habit.
What makes this time any different?
Well, this time he actually noticed.
You know, when I told him that I was gonna
get rid of the FBI once and for all, he said thank you.
He actually said that?
Less talk.
More drink.
You know...
I never realized there were so many stars.
There aren't.
That's my very expensive scotch talking.
Ohh.
What's mine is mine...
render unto Caesar, you know...
and all that.
Loker's earned his stripes finally.
The FBI...
they won't be back.
That scotch was a gift
from a very grateful client.
Johnny Wheels was a client.
We have had a good day, haven't we?
And you're gonna thank me for it.
You're gonna say thank you...
and...
I'm gonna stand here until you do.
I'm waiting.
Thank you for cleaning up my mess...
Gillian.
I can't wait until tomorrow.
Why? What's tomorrow?
I get better-looking every day.
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