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Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.

Ah!

What's up, Hondo?

You guys got
nothing on me.

- You killed a cop.
- Allegedly.

And then you bragged
about it.

So arrest me, sweetheart.

All right?
You got nothing tying me

to that nigger friend
of yours.

Okay, why don't you see
if you can make it stick?

No. You killed
our friend.

We're not gonna arrest you.

What are you talkin' about?

You're right,
we couldn't make it stick.

You're fucking cops, okay?
Arrest me.

See any badges?

You're the fuckin' sheriff!

- Allegedly.
- Oh, fu...

Where do you go?

What do you mean?

It's like...

you can't even
look at me.

It's nothing
like that.

You know,
maybe you should
really think about

getting a new place.

Eh, it has a certain
old-school charm, no?

No.

Well, you can't
beat the rent.

I mean, I get
that this isn't
a relationship,

and I'm fine
with that.

I have to go to work.

You could at least hire
a cleaning service
or something.

I don't like people
touching my things.

- Your things?
- Yeah.

These aren't your things.
Okay, time to get up.

This is where
Sugar's old crap
goes to die.

Yeah, this coming from
the girl who lives
in an Airstream.

You just seem like somebody
who could use a friend
is all I'm saying.

We're just two adults
having sex in a motel room.

You know what?
Fuck it.

Come here.

Great sex.

Always room
for improvement.

- Hey, Carrie, you're early.
- I couldn't sleep.

Order up.

Eggs Benedict,
hold the sauce.

Man, you guys.

- Take the back five, okay?
- You got it.

Who had
an eggs Florentine?

You want some eggs?

No, thanks.

You hear that?

What?

Quiet.

- You missing Job?
- No.

I'm just sayin' how
nice and quiet it's been

since you got back
from your little trip
to New York last month.

You got a problem
with quiet?

On the contrary.

I'm gonna miss it
when it's gone.

Yes?

In regards
to the matter
we discussed,

you should come down
to the basement.

- Now?
- Yes.

Is he ready
to talk?

Looks like you two
made quite a night of it.

I know, I know.
Burton's interview style

can be a little
rigid at times,

but he's very precise.

These cuts
will all heal.

You just make sure
you live long enough
to let that happen.

Do you understand?
Good.

Now, has Jim Cage been
supplying Philadelphia
with molly?

Yeah.

And he's been selling
to Frazier exclusively?

They cut your prices.

He's got the whole
territory locked up.

Thank you
for your cooperation.

Wait!

Please.
Please help me.

Pl...

That's not really
my thing.

Stay the fuck
away from me!

Fruit platter
and oatmeal with
soy milk.

And an egg white
omelet.

Hi, Carrie.

How are you?
How are the kids?

Everyone's great.
Thanks.

Eggs over easy.

Side of bacon, crisp.

Thank you.

I give her
a lot of credit.

It can't
be easy, huh?

You okay?

Yeah.

- Mr. Proctor.
- Sheriff, Deputy.

Charging me with
unlicensed firearms.

That was the best
you could do?

Eh, just getting
the ball rolling
till I can charge you

- with the Longshadow murder.
- I'm sure you are,

but thanks to you I have
an airtight alibi, don't I?

You had me locked up,
remember?

The way I see it,
a guy like you, I'll get
another shot.

Yeah, but your track record
isn't exactly giving me
much cause for concern.

See you around,
Kai.

I still come in
every day expecting
to see Emmett there.

Yeah, me, too.

Hey, morning.

- Hey.
- Raven.

Uh...

listen,
I know that I...

have some
pretty big shoes
to fill here.

- Huge.
- Yeah, yeah, I get that.

But all I did
was answer an ad.

I'm sorry.
This can't be
easy for you.

It's not,
but it gets my family
off the reservation.

And I gotta tell you
after working six years
for KPD,

it's great to be working
in an actual functioning
police station.

Functional.
That's us.

Hey, Hood,
you got a minute?

Uh, yeah.
What's up?

Hondo file.

Medical examiner
said they're not
gonna send out

for ballistics
on the bullets.

They're prioritizing,
I guess.

And I... I canvassed
the area.

No one seems
to have seen anything.

So, basically,
the official consensus is

three anonymous shooters
did the world a favor

and nobody's gonna
lose any sleep over

a dead neo-Nazi
with multiple priors.

- So...
- Sounds good to me.

Okay.

Something else?

Are you even
fazed by this?

- We executed a man, Hood.
- He killed one of us.

I know that.

I understand.

You've done this sort
of thing before?

What?

Killed a man?

No, executed him.

Brock...

you'll be okay.

- Now let's go.
- Let's just not make
a habit of it, okay? I...

Does Father
know that we've been
meeting like this?

To what end?

You don't think
he'll join us,
do you?

But you would
think at one point
he'd want to know

what became of his son.

Let's be honest, Kai.

Who you've become
is exactly what
he is afraid of.

How is my
granddaughter doing?

She's fine.

Hit him!

The fire trials

are a sacred
Redbone tradition

to prove yourself
a worthy leader.

Times have changed

and the Redbones
must change with them.

Wrong.

Sheriff's Department.

Billy.
Billy.

You have to press
that interface button first

in order to pull the call
off Alma's switchboard.

- Thanks.
- Got it?

- Yeah.
- Time and experience, son.

Interface.

- There you go.
- Sheriff's Department.

Deputy Lotus stepped
away for a moment.
Can I help you?

Do you see him now?

Are all your doors
locked?

Can you check them
for me, please?

And tell me your address.

Got it.

Okay,
we're on our way, ma'am.

Okay, we got
a prowler call.

Lady said there's a guy
hiding in her shrubbery

- in her backyard.
- Whoa, whoa.

Is it 63 Oakwood Lane?

Yeah.
How'd you know?

Time and experience, son.

I'll get it.

- We should both go...
- No, no, I need you
to stay here

and hold down
the fort, all right?

Times have
not changed.

We are still being
raped and plundered

by the white man
like we have been

for 500 years.

What exactly is it
you think we're going
to celebrate?

You left, Chayton.
I'm in charge.

- I understand.
- Do you?

I don't want
to fight you.

I don't want
to fight you, either,

but that's how
we do it unless you see
another way, Chayton.

You could
just step down.

Would you?

Ahh!

- Had enough?
- Yeah. Yeah.

- We done?
- Yeah.

We are here,
all of us,

to fight in a war
that we will never win

because it was lost
by our people centuries ago.

We will never
reclaim our country.

But I've come back
because I'd rather
die fighting

than to live like a slave
in my own land.

It's time we took
something back.

Hello?

Another prowler, huh?

Gotta stop it with
these prowler calls, Emily.

All right?
Look, what if I was out

when Billy Raven
took that call?

Who the hell's
Billy Raven?

- New deputy.
- Oh.

- Poor Emmett.
- I gotta get back.

Just have a drink
with me.

- Em, I'm on duty.
- You're always on duty.

That's why
we got divorced.

No, we got divorced
because you were fucking
Elliot Granger.

I was fucking
Elliot Granger because
you were never home.

Classic chicken
and the egg debate.

Just sit with me.

Please?

I just get lonely
sometimes.

Well, maybe you shouldn't
drink alone at night.

Done.

To us.

Yeah.

How's everything?
How's... how's work and...

You don't have
to make small talk
with me.

Come on.
Stop it.

Stop, stop.

Damn it, Em.
I just wanted to make
sure you were okay.

Then make me okay.

Damn it.

Fuck me.

Harder.

Oh!

Did it hurt?

I mean, at first
when they jab you with
the needle it hurt a lot,

but, I don't know,
after a while you just
kind of get used to it.

Kind of like my life.

Did your dad
find a new place yet?

Yeah, he's renting
this shitty little apartment.

It's pretty depressing,
actually.

Are he and your mom,
like, talking?

Sometimes, yeah.

The whole thing
is just so fucked up.

I bet they freaked
when they saw your tat.

They're way too caught up
in their own bullshit

to pay any attention
to me.

I know where we can
get some premium bud
for, like, 50 bucks.

- You have 50 bucks?
- Tapped out.

No shit.
You're always tapped out.

Bite me.

I have an idea.

� Why can't you find... �

Holy shit.

� ...your way back home? �

It's like a stoner's
Toys "R" Us.

� Your way back �

� Your way back home? �

� Your way back �

� Your way back home? �

All right, guys.
Guys, come on.

Come on!

� Your way back home? �

Doing a little
late-night shopping?

You two,
head home now.

Consider this
your last warning.

Is he joking?

You guys, just...
just get out of here.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
Just go!

Hey!
Leave the stuff.

So, you wanna be
a thief now?

A little piece
of advice.

It's harder
than you think.

Your first mistake
was your numbers.

Every extra person
increases your chances
of getting caught

and you had three people
on a one-man job.

It's not
a great start.

Come with me.

You see an alarm
on the door, window?

Nope.

So how did
I get here so fast?

See that little
white box up there?

It's a sound sensor.

You break the glass,
that triggers a silent alarm.

10 seconds later,
my office is on the radio,

here I am.

Your only option with glass
is a cutter.

So this is it, huh?
Jackpot.

- How much you got?
- $37.

Wow.

See, the register
is also connected
to the alarm.

So you would've
been better to take
the whole thing

and open it
when you got clear.

Although, if there is
any real cash left overnight...

it's gonna be
in the safe,

which is also
bolted to the floor.

So unless you know
how to crack a safe...

No?

Well, then there's
really nothing in here

worth getting
arrested for.

Unless, of course,
that was the point.

You think I wanted
to get caught?

Self-destruction
runs in the family.

A little soon
to be making daddy jokes,

don't you think?

You never know
until you try.

To your health.

I don't know what you've
been up to, but, uh...

I just had sex
with my ex-wife.

Again.

I know, I know, I know.

But you know what?
I know what you're gonna say

and you've never
been divorced, so...

Hey, look,
I wanted to tell you...

we took care of Hondo.

Oh, man, we made him pay
for what he did to you.

I doubt you'll be
running in the same
circles up there

or wherever, but...

if you happen
to run into him,
that was us.

I know, I know,
you probably have
some Bible verse

about leaving revenge
to God,

but, you see, Emmett,
sometimes you cannot wait

for God to put the world
to right because while
you're waiting,

the world just keeps
going to shit.

And when you have a guy
like Hood leading the charge,

well, God's just gonna
have to move a lot faster

if He wants to keep up
and you can tell Him
I said that.

I miss you.

Cheers.

What are you
doing here?

I stopped by
to see the kids,
found them here alone,

so I decided to stay
and have dinner with them.

- Where's Deva?
- She went to bed
hours ago, Carrie.

- It's past midnight.
- I had to work late.

You know,
somehow I don't think
you were at the diner.

Well, you know,
a lot of single mothers
have to work two jobs.

This has to stop.

Let's not do this.

Isn't the whole point
of getting a divorce
so we don't have to fight?

How can you not realize
that you are risking

the well-being
of your children?

What is it with you?
Some sort of addiction
or something?

You would know.

I'm sorry.

So you and Mom
way back when.

- Yeah.
- But not anymore?

- No.
- How come you left her?

I mean,
she was pregnant.

She should have
found you.

- She should
have told you.
- No, no.

It wasn't her fault.

There was no way
she could have
got to me

without putting
herself, and you,
in a lot of danger.

Then after she met
your father,

she did what
was best for you.

The point is

why don't you
take it easy
on your mom?

She lied to me
my whole life.

No, she tried
to keep you safe.

She left everything.
Her whole life.

Gave it all up.
Everything.

She did that
for you.

When did you know
about me?

The first time I saw you.

You came here
for her?

But I stayed
for you.

- Hi, Dad.
- Hey, I saw you
go to bed.

- Woke up.
- Deva?

- This is not okay.
- Yeah, tell me about it.

- Where'd you find her?
- She was just out with
some other kids.

Yeah, well, thanks
for bringing her back.

Yeah.
Have a good night.

Hood.

You know, Carrie promised
to tell me everything,

but when it came to you...

nothin'.

Whatever your secrets are,

they were worth breaking
a promise to her husband.

You ended my marriage.

Please...

leave me my daughter.

I don't care
who made her.

I'm her...

I'm her father.

I'm asking you,
please.

This is what we took in
last night.

And if you click here,
you can see the same day
last week,

last month,
and last year.

You click here,

you can see what each girl
is bringing in.

- Okay.
- Anyway, I think this
is enough for tonight.

Why don't you
check on the club?

I'll finish up
a few things here.

Proctor had his hands
in Longshadow's pockets.

One thing leads
to another.

Now Longshadow
is dead.

We'll be coming
for you, white girl.

You...

and Proctor.

Soon.

- Come on, come on.
- Let's go!

Who the hell is that?

This is a United States
Marine Corps vehicle.

Step aside...

TOC, kilo-one-niner.
Taking hostile contact
on Pondfield 15.

- Requesting...
- We don't have time
to wait for backup.

Get us out of here.

Motherfuckers.

Just got a report of shots
being fired on Pondfield Road.

Pondfield Road,
that's near Camp Genoa.

- Could be running exercises.
- Not without notifying us.

Siobhan, we're close by.
We're on it.

Jackson, you okay?

Jackson, answer...

Got him.

Come on, let's go!

Move it, move it!

Alma, we need backup!
EMS, we got multiple casualties!

Repeat,
multiple casualties!

Are you worried
about the Indian?

He knew.

How could he know?

They would naturally
suspect my involvement.

Who pulled the trigger
is not important to them.

It seemed
pretty important
to him.

You know, I'm gonna
put a guard in the house.

Anywhere you go,
Burton will go with you.

That Indian won't
get near you again.

- Morning, Sheriff.
- Morning.

- How can I help you, sir?
- Who's the CO here?

Colonel Stowe, sir.

Okay, well,
I need to see him.

You have an appointment
to see the colonel?

You just told me his name.
How could I have
an appointment?

No one gets on base
without authorization.

There were four Marines
killed on the road
earlier today,

about eight miles
from here.

- I'm sure
you heard about it.
- Yes, sir.

Well, this is
a homicide investigation.

That's my
authorization.

- Sheriff Hood.
- Colonel Stowe.

I've been expecting you.

Not according to
your men at the gate.

They were just
following protocol.

This way.

Hey, Colonel.

Let me just start
by saying how sorry I am.

- It's a tragedy.
- Nine tours in Iraq
and Afghanistan between 'em,

and they get killed
demilling an antiquated base
in Banshee, Pennsylvania.

I have no idea how
I'm gonna talk their
families through that one.

Colonel Douglas Stowe.

So you're shutting
the place down?

We're basically
clearing house for
all the contraband

that gets shipped
out of the war zones.

Guns, valuables,
drugs, you name it.

And cash.

Your tax dollars
at work.

Whether we're buying guns
off the streets to keep them
from the Taliban

or sending out soldiers
with briefcases full of money
to pay off informants.

We've got half
of Afghanistan
on the damn payroll.

The money we don't use
has to be inventoried

and sent back
to the Fed to be
wasted in the next war.

Right.
You don't agree?

I don't like war.

But when you ask me
to fight,

let me fight.

So the four Marines
who were killed,

they were
transporting cash?

No, we don't move
cash in trucks.

We contract armored
vehicles for that.

Those were mostly confiscated
automatic weapons.

AKs and M4s headed
to a Fed facility
to be destroyed.

Great, so now the Redbones
are armed like the Taliban.

I'm sorry,
the Redbones?

The guys who jacked
your truck.

They're a tribal gang
from the reservation.

Do you have
a list of everything
that was in those crates?

- I do.
- Great, well,
if you could

just have one of your people
print that out for me, then...

Sheriff Hood,
I appreciate the visit

and the fact that
you and your deputies

tried your best
to stop these people.

But the moment
they killed my Marines
and stole government property,

this became a matter
for the military.

NCIS will lead
the investigation

with the FBI
and the BIA.

Now, that's a lot
of fuckin' letters,

and the last thing you want
is be getting caught up
in the middle of it.

That's true, but those guns
may end up on the streets
of my town.

And if they do,
you feel free to shoot back.

We got four
dead Marines here.

No one's gonna
have the patience
for a small-town sheriff

who thinks
he knows better.

Okay.

- Thanks for your time.
- Captain Murphy here
will show you out.

Thanks again
for coming by.

You don't look
like a Marine,
Captain Murphy.

Sugar here.

You know that one big job
we've been looking for?

Well, I think I found it.

- Do tell.
- The Marine base,
Camp Genoa.

They're moving cash
by the truckload.

- Millions of dollars.
- If they're moving

that kind of money,
they're still gonna have

military grade
security systems.

Yeah, if only
we knew someone

who could hack
into the military network.

It's been 25 minutes.

You should be in by now.

You try working
with a motherfuckin'
hand cannon in your face.

This here
is the New York
Stock Exchange.

There's a lot
of moving parts.

Well, then,
make them move
a little bit faster.

The trick
ain't gettin' in.

The trick is gettin' out
without anyone knowing
you've been there.

That's of no concern to me.

There.
- That's it?
You're in?

Oh, no, that's just
the signal.

Signal?
What signal?

Damn it, he got
the fuckin' money!

Go get him.

- Have you seen me run?
- Bullshit!

� I'm always in a greasy
kind of love, ooh �

� I'm always in
a greasy kind of love, oh �

� And how do you suffer �

� When it starts
to get rough? �

� I'm always in a greasy
kind of love, ooh �

� I'm always in
a greasy kind of love, oh �

� And how do you suffer �

� When it starts
to get, get rough? �

- � Well, well, well �
- � 'Cause I work
like a woman �

� And he sweats
like a god �

� I'm always in a greasy
kind of love, ooh �

� I'm always in
a greasy kind of love, oh �

� And how do you suffer �

� When it starts
to get rough? �

� I'm always in a greasy
kind of love, ooh �

- � I'm always in a greasy
kind of love... �
- Shit!

� Love, love, love,
love, love �

� Love, love,
love, love. �

Bollocks.

Fuck me!

Now is not really
a good time.

Everything okay?
How'd the Fat Al thing go?

Up in fuckin' smoke.

You know, I'm actually
starting to believe in God?

And I'm thinkin'
that motherfucker hates me.

Yeah, well, I got something
might cheer you up.

I highly doubt that.

What the fuck, Job?

Hold on.

- Is this all the money?
- Motherfucker sat on
his own grenade!

Damn.

I ain't coming back
to Pennsylvania.

I just had eyes
on eight to 10 million
in unwashed U.S. dollars.

I hate you.

You know that?
I fuckin' hate you.

I see you met
the "Duck Dynasty" guys.

Yeah.

Don't worry, I'll sanitize
the booth when they leave.

Here you go.

What can I get
you guys to eat?

How about a deluxe burger
and your phone number?

- I don't have a phone.
- That's all right.

We don't have
to talk.

You're gonna want
to move that hand.

- How's that?
- Yeah.

- Does that feel good?
- Sure does.

Yeah?

- Hope it was worth it.
- Worth what?

How do you want
that burger cooked?

Hi.

So what happened?

- He grabbed my ass.
- So you broke his nose?

Do you really think
you're the right person
to be lecturing me?

Yeah, 'cause right now
I'm the only friend
you've got.

So I'll ask you
one more time.

What's going on
with you?

I'm a fucking waitress.

I'm getting divorced
and my kids look at me

like they don't
know me anymore.

And I'm getting groped
by inbred freaks.

Fucking look at me.

Go home.

I'll clean this up.

So this is the one, huh?

Yeah.

I don't know.

A military base.

Sounds risky.

Anything worthwhile
usually is.

And it's being
decommissioned.

What about Job?

He said he'd
think about it.

I don't think
he's coming back here.

Look at you, Sugar,

already trying
to cut me out.

Is that your
driving outfit?

Yes, it is.

And fortunately
it's also my "don't take
any shit" outfit.

So whatever it is
you thinking about sayin',

swallow it and pour me
a fuckin' whiskey.

If I start drinkin' now,

maybe I'll be drunk enough
to handle this town
in daylight.

Gentlemen...

Camp Genoa.

Camp Genoa.

You know,
my whole way over here,

I just kept thinking,

"I can't believe
I'm coming back
to this shithole

to mix it up with
the fuckin' Marines."

Well,
it's not the Marines
I'm worried about.

- It's the mercs.
- The mercs?

You didn't say nothing
about no motherfuck...

what kind of mercs?

Well, the bad kind.

I'd say ex-Navy SEALs
if I had to guess.

I don't believe
this shit.

What is it with you?

Is it a death wish?
Is that what it is?

Because if it is,

why don't you go out
and get yourself killed?

Why do you always want
to get me killed with you?

- It's a lot of money.
- It's fucking soldiers
with guns.

Big fucking guns.

We ain't talking
about rent-a-cops.

We ain't even talkin'
about real cops.

We talkin' about
fuckin' commandos.

- They'll never see us com...
- Uh-uh, nope!

Tell me about
the money.

� Follow me, love �

� Into tomorrow �

� We'll leave behind �

� Our chains and sorrow �

� We won't walk �

� With Pizzaro �

� Follow the man
with the flamin' arrow �

� Blood �

� Blood �

� Blood �

� Blood �

� Blood �

� Blood �

� I don't need it �

� I don't want
to build another �

� I don't love it �

� I won't feel it
fight another �

� Blood �

� Blood �

� Blood. �

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