Murder in Coweta County

Sheriff Hardy Collier:
Sheriff Potts paid me a visit this morning.

John Wallace:
Yeah? Wha'd he want?

Sheriff Hardy Collier:
What he wants is the man who killed Wilson Turner.

John Wallace:
Is that what's go you so bothered?

Sheriff Hardy Collier:
Real bothered!

John Wallace:
Well, Turner was nothing but thieving, weasely, white trash. What kinda man gonna go breakin' a sweat over the likes of him? [chuckles to himself]

Sheriff Hardy Collier:
Lamar Potts.

John Wallace:
The man was insolent ... stole from me. I let him get away and every dirt farmer I got's gonna wanna start helping himself to my possessions. I had to kill Turner, it was business, Potts oughta understand that.

Sheriff Hardy Collier:
Don't see things that way, John. Now if you don't walk right, Potts'll come atcha, and he keeps coming ... hey, you member the field hand that killed his wife and chopper her legs off? Now, Potts tracked him all the way to Kansas and yanked him outta a wheat field!

John Wallace:
That was a n*gger!

Sheriff Hardy Collier:
It don't make no difference to him, John!

John Wallace:
I don't believe you know who you're talking to! This is the Kingdom, this is Merryweather! Nobody round here gonna say a word against me!

Sheriff Hardy Collier:
Except you didn't kill him in Merryweather! You killed him across the line, where there's Coweta wittnesses and a sheriff that won't quit. Now, I'm tellin' ya John ... if Potts can find a n*gger in Kansas, he can sure find white trash in a swamp! Now, I don't know ... and I ... I don't wanna know where you dumped the body, but wherever it is ... better be hid good.

Lamar Potts:
Hello John. I'm about ready to leave. Thought I'd drop by and see if there's anything you might need?

John Wallace:
Ya mean, like a fancy last meal? No, I wouldn't want you to go hunting fried chicken and strawberry pie today, and then, tomorrow I wind up eating supper at my own house. It ain't gonna happen, they ain't gonna kill me. There'll be a phone call, always has been. [pauses] You know, Lamar ... we're a lot alike ... each running his own county, having power over other men ...best feeling in the world! Make ya do anything ... except give it up.

Lamar Potts:
How powerful is the man who can't control himself?

John Wallace:
You're still down on me for my murderin' ways? I've only killed ... four men in my whole life, and each one of 'em had it coming.

Lamar Potts:
Those lives didn't mean anything to you?

John Wallace:
[gives Potts a strange look] I'm the head of the Kingdom. I was raised for that. My momma always told me, "Do what you have to do! Never let your conscience get in your way."

Lamar Potts:
I'm gonna pray for you, John. [shakes John's hand]

John Wallace:
Good bye, sheriff.

Lamar Potts:
Bye, John.

J.H. Potts:
In 1948 in rural Georgia, there was a vast estate known as "The Kingdom." Ruled by one man, his power was absolute and beyond the law. His family legacy was one of exploitation, corruption and ruthless violence. This is the story of the man who ran the Kingdom. And the man who brought him down.

J. C. Otwell:
But Lamar, John Wallace . . . he just about owns Meriwether County.

Lamar Potts:
This ain't Meriwether.

Lamar Potts:
The first one who touches one of my deputies, I'm gonna kill him.