All language subtitles for Backstrom s01e07 Enemy of My Enemies.eng

[Birds squawking]

[Explosions]

So, are we going after
the gopher

or the guy
trying to blow up the gopher?

[Chuckles]

Two days ago,
a bomb was detonated

in the unfinished
underground pump station

connected to
the liberty pipeline.

The local sheriff traced
the video

to activist Sabine Weiss
and linked her to the bomb.

The old town bus station
security-camera footage

tagged her coming into town
late last night.

The sheriff
specifically asked for us

to help find and capture her,

and he's on his way
to the Portland area now.

The liberty pipeline
inspires such passion.

On one hand, it's the freedom
of energy independence,

and then...

Sorry... do you mean
the freedom to have

your water supply poisoned
by toxic tar and sludge?

Get a room.
[Chuckles]

There was one fatality...
security guard Harlan Brand.

Why isn't Homeland Security
handling this?

The local sheriff
is calling it vandalism.

Vandals use spray paint.
Bombers use bombs.

I don't know.
Maybe it was an accident.

Maybe she was just trying
to draw attention

to the impending
environmental disaster

and things went too far.

Why would she send in the video?
To apologize?

She's looking for
other eco-terrorists,

planning her second attack.

Well, the sheriff thinks
she's acting alone.

Alone? Who is this idiot?

Wabacooche County Sheriff
Blue Backstrom.

Any relation to you?

Uh, it's
the lieutenant's father.

We're not getting involved.

Okay, but what about

the fraternity
of law-enforcement officers?

Making city cops look stupid
is blue's idea of a great day.

He lost her. He can find her.

And with any luck,
he'll be standing really close

when the second bomb explodes.

[Breathes deeply]

[Knock on door]

Whoa.

- Hey.
- Sorry, sir.

Excuse me.

Was that
nadi shodhana pranayama?

It's stress breathing, right?

Oh, you'd like that,
wouldn't you, pervert?

What do you want?

Uh, Paquet...
she found something

to corroborate
your conspiracy theory.

What are you talking about?

Sabine Weiss was given
a college scholarship

by the environmental
defense league of women...

extremely opposed
to the liberty pipeline.

Of course. Lesbians always
help each other out.

If they were lesbians,

it would be consistent
with modern tribalism thinking.

Lesbians and environmentalists
are both tribes

that possess a consciousness
of mutual unity.

Lesbians help each other out

'cause even gay guys
think they're impossible.

Forgive me, sir,
but... I can't help but notice

that you're reaching
for stress solutions

beyond your normal
self-medication.

I wonder if the reason
is your father.

I hate you, Niedermayer.

You know, it's been said
that all males

must slay their fathers
to become men.

Yeah? How'd you slay yours?
Make him commit suicide?

[Breathes deeply]

Perhaps, sir,

if you find the bomber
before your father does,

you'll find the peace you crave.

Backstrom:
According to Eleanor Deering

of the environmental
defense league of women,

"all climate-change deniers
should be shot."

A woman of few but deadly words.

Deliberately misquoted
by her enemies.

Eleanor Deering has been a
collaborative force for change.

Collaborative?

She heads up
the environmental justice league

of "no men allowed."

Trying to undo the damage caused

by your generation's
indifference.

Getting you kids hopped up
on hysteria and false hope

is the real threat
to this planet.

Deering:
The environmental defense league

believes violence
only ever shifts the focus

to the wrong part of the issue.

Our response
to the liberty pipeline

is a state bill that will tax

gas-guzzling cars
into extinction

to render the pipeline useless.

Bomb seems faster.

How well
do you know Sabine Weiss?

My only interaction with her
was during

the scholarship-selection
process.

I just can't believe she'd be
capable of such a thing.

No? You paid
for her terrorist training.

We gave her a scholarship
to Hastings college.

We're nurturing future
world leaders, not criminals.

I'm you, bleeding-heart lesbian.

I'm not a lesbian.

I decide to ignore all the poor,
black, mexican, crippled girls

and give my money to a pretty
jewish princess instead.

- Why?
- Mm.

Maybe I finally found someone
angry enough

to be my own private unabomber.

Ms. Deering, the lieutenant does not
mean to suggest in any...

Yes, he does.

- No, he does not mean...
- I do mean to suggest.

- What he's trying to say is...
- Will you let me suggest?

Sorry to burst your bubble,

but Sabine
is part Coquille indian.

A jewish indian.

Fantastic!

Why are you smiling?

She just told me
where Sabine is hiding.

Where?

Oxbow indian reservation.

Sabine is an indian.

Tribes possess a consciousness
of mutual unity.

No.

Stay with Michelle Obama.

If the Indians see
your ginger hair,

they'll think you're a witch,
which you probably are.

Moto!

Almond: A few years ago,
I was part of a task force.

We were hunting down
human traffickers.

We chased them to Cooch County,
where I ran into Blue Backstrom.

Said, "rattlesnakes can tell
the enemy's coming

"by their vibration.

You guys are shaking like
an overloaded washing machine."

Well, while we debated
what to do next,

Blue and one other deputy
busted the entire ring.

The old-fashioned cowboy way.

Like Wyatt Earp.

My impression
from Lieutenant Backstrom

is that he is also a cold
and possibly abusive father.

Can you imagine
raising Everett Backstrom?

[Chuckles]

- Detonation receiver.
- Mm.

Wow.

Yes. That fits perfectly.

Moto: Wake up, lieutenant.
We're on indian land.

[Siren wails]

Oh, hell.

You know that guy?

From a serial-killer case.
He hates me.

Why? 'Cause he worked with you?

'Cause the serial killer
was targeting indians,

and I caught him.

Talk about ingratitude.

Rocha.

Is that a totem pole
in your pocket,

or are you just happy to see me?

Long time, same lieutenant.

Hand over little Miss Terrorist,

and we'll get out
of your ponytail.

I don't have a ponytail.

You have no jurisdiction
to carry guns on sovereign land.

You people have no respect

for the fraternity
of lawenforcement officers.

And by "you people,"
I mean "mall cops."

I'm enforcing the law right now.

Set your guns on the ground.

[Guns cock]

How come they get to carry guns?

Deputies.

Oh. Deputies.

Escort the lieutenant
off our land

with extreme prejudice.

I thought
only cowboys had deputies.

- Man: What you looking at?
- Okay, whoa, whoa. Moto.

No, no.
No, this isn't necessary!

Hey! What you're doing
to that black man is racist!

That's racist... aah!

[Shotgun cocks]

[Siren wails]

[Groans]

Get up, son. Cavalry's here.

Dad.

S01E07
Enemy of My Enemies

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www.addic7ed.com

I taught you...

never piss off native Americans
on their own land.

They're hiding your mad bomber.

- She's not there.
- How do you know?

I asked.

What? Indians don't lie?

Not to me.

You know this whole
honorary tribal membership thing

is a bunch of crap, right?

I do not know that.
The girl has coquille blood.

I respectfully informed them
that we intend to apprehend her.

"We"? You've never
shared credit before.

I thought I'd make an exception
for family.

We're not family.

I made a lot of mistakes
with you.

[Sighs]

First is not showing you
the respect that you deserve.

Why are you talking this way?
Are you dying or something?

I just thought
this would be an opportunity

for us to work together...

if not as father and son,
then as equals.

You want my help
finding the girl...

you stay the hell out of my way.

Let me do my job.

Mm-hmm.

You're nodding.

You do know that signifies
agreement, right?

How much time do you need?

24 hours.

Okay, you're nodding again.

Does that mean
you're gonna give me a day?

It's the least I can do.

I've watched you fool people
my entire life.

It won't work on me.

Mm.

Meeting in secret places
would be a lot sexier

if Moto wasn't here.

Really wasn't going for sexy.

Civilian Oversight Committee
received complaints

from the Oxbow Indian Reservation.

Already?
They send smoke signals?

Carrying illegal firearms,
assaulting a tribal officer,

using offensive racial slurs.

They were impeding
a highprofile woman hunt.

Moto can vouch for me.

He's named
on the complaint, too.

Then I'll vouch for him.

Am I the only cop in Portland
you're trying to destroy?

I heard Blue was there.

So? We're after his fugitive.

Oh. You wouldn't help Blue
out of a pit of vipers.

I know how it is with you two.

I just wanted to see
if you were okay.

I'm fine.

Last time you and Blue
ran into each other,

you ended up in a drunk tank
in the Yukon.

That was three years ago.

I'm surprised
you're keeping tabs on me.

You drunk-dialed me and asked me
to come and bail you out.

Oh. Right.

I got to go.

Look, my advice...
just let Blue do his thing.

Stay away from him.

Uh, lieutenant,
can I borrow you for a second?

So, we were able
to reconstruct the bomb

in this virtual space.

The incongruity is
this magnetic coil trigger.

See, the technology,

it's more advanced
than the rest of the bomb.

Extensive electronics training
is what it suggests.

Jewish indian princesses
who study

semiotics and visual literacy
at Hastings college

don't build bombs by themselves.

Look for somebody smart

but desperate enough
to want to help...

a geeky guy
who stalked her in high school,

a fuzz bumper she got tattoos
on a road trip with.

Losers and lesbians...
I'm on it, hobbit.

Niedermayer: Sir.

Accepting sheriff Blue's
olive branch

might be a more effective way
of redefining your relationship.

What?

You should meet him.

[Chuckles]

You want me
to babysit Blue Backstrom?

You don't have to give him
a bath or anything,

but I'm sure he'd appreciate
the conversation...

someone to share feelings with.

Go.

Now.

Yes, sir.

Is that a poop-eating grin?

Yes. My dad is gonna
kill Niedermayer for me.

So, I cross-referenced
Sabine's high-school class

with the Portland tech industry

and found Graeme Hellman,

a design engineer
for Klamath Electronics.

They specialize
in communication systems.

Did he like her?

Well, his graduation quote was,

"S.W... Leaving your orbit

is like making earth
say goodbye to the sun."

He really likes her.

No mention of him in her quote.

Hellman: I definitely know her.

I thought about nothing else
for almost four years.

When's the last time
you talked to her?

[Device whirs]

Uh... um...

High school.

But most of those conversations
happened in my head.

Do you really think she, uh, had
something to do with this pipeline bomb?

Yeah, we do.

Wow.

If she's capable
of that kind of violence,

maybe it's a good thing
she never knew I existed.

You're lying.

Guys like you never wish
for things to not happen

with girls like Sabine.

You know, Blue once held
a suspect out over a balcony

until he confessed.

You know
we can't do that, right?

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hey! I-I told you everything!
I swear!

No, you didn't.

Lieutenant, put it down.

It's surprisingly heavy.

Must be a lot of information
on here.

[Door opens]
[Graeme and Gravely gasp]

What the hell
is going on in here?

Graeme?

Gravely: Lieutenant Backstrom
did not intend

to damage company property.

Backstrom:
You from Klamath Falls?

The city of sunshine.

Ex-farm boy?

Luckily, we gave up the farm

before I was forced
into the business.

We will reimburse you
for the computer.

We have plenty of computers.

My concern
is why you think Graeme

is connected to this terrorist.

We found this at the bomb site.
Do you recognize it?

This is definitely ours.

What did you do?

What did you do? Tell them.

Sabine came to see me
out of the blue.

She said she was working
for a clean-water project

and thought our induction technology could
help with the well drilling in Africa.

I-I showed her our coil system

for obstructed
wireless communication.

She... she was
so impressed with me.

I figured if I gave her
one of our old prototypes...

I don't know.

How might this coil
work with the bomb?

It would make
wireless detonation possible,

even through thick pipes

or if a bomb
was buried underground.

Okay, I-I had no idea. I swear.

Will this go public?

I ask because we do contract
work with liberty pipeline,

and if they find...

We're expecting another bombing
any minute.

So, she uses another one of
your fancy detonators again...

They'll know.

What if I offered a reward
to help the investigation?

$100,000.

That's a small price to protect
my company's reputation.

You know, rewards rarel...

Might work. Sure. Could be good.

[Sighs]

What are you doing, Moto?

Well, Detective Gravely
said to...

Steal it. I'm impressed.

We bought it, we keep it.

And anything Paquet finds
is admissible.

Big corporations
are always hiding something.

What is this... occupy Portland?

[Chuckles]

You know
there's no actual evidence

pointing to a second bomb,
right?

Yet it was real enough
to scare Klassen

into offering a reward.

Nadia: Okay, yes, please...
please spell your name, sir.

[Telephones ringing]

Man: Not gonna be able to give you
that information right now, sir.

Nadia: Special Crimes Unit.

What's going on here?

Well, some idiot
offered a reward,

so now we're getting tips
from every Tom, Jerk, and Harry.

It's a disaster.

So each pin is a Sabine sighting

and each color represents
a two-hour time period

between last night and today,
darkest being most recent.

She's hiding with everyone.

Okay, where do we start?

There's the progressive students
in Goose Hollow.

The activists in mid-city.

There's a big occupy movement
in Mount Tabor.

Yeah, but many of these tips
came in

after the Portland eco brigade

told people to flood us
with fake calls.

I'm a lesbian terrorist
planning my next bomb attack

with a $100,000 bounty
on my head.

Do I risk hiding
with the lazy, unemployed losers

who would sell me out for
a cool new pair of headphones?

Or do I go
where people spend $100,000

just to join a country club

so they can have a second place
to drop a deuce?

I'm gonna go with where
people are too rich to care.

Pearl District, West Hills,
Lake Oswego.

Anyone else have a theory?

Eleanor Deering is the head

of the Lake Oswego
conservancy board.

And owns a home there.

Husband in the house,

lesbian lover in the shed
overlooking the water.

You're welcome.

You and Almond,
search these areas

for possible bomb targets.

Let's go arrest your heroes.

Excuse me for interrupting,
gentlemen.

Sheriff Backstrom, my name is
Sergeant Peter Niedermayer.

I work with your son
in Special Crimes.

It's an honor to meet you, sir.

Everett assign you
to be my babysitter, Pete?

He hates you that much?

Well, I believe that love
and hate are the same energy.

It's just how you choose to
accept that energy that matters.

That's about the flakiest thing
I ever heard.

Niedermayer.

You wrote that article

about identifying suspects
using behavioral dynamics.

Yes.

Good piece.
Thought-provining.

I quoted Lieutenant Backstrom
in that article.

When you were searching
the Internet,

were you looking for him
or yourself?

No need to search
for myself, Pete.

I always know where I am.

This have something to do
with the case?

One of these kids is nephew
to the tribe's chief.

He got in trouble in my county,

and I'm returning him
to be tried by his own people.

They got a volunteer thing here.

Yeah, the peace-giving courts.

Do you believe
in restorative justice?

I don't much trust our system.

They can't do worse.

You won't mind if I tell
the lieutenant, would you?

Not at all.

Hell, send him a picture.

Good to see you, captain.

[Camera clicks]

Then you're an even bigger idiot
than I thought, Niedermayer.

I think that he is trying
to smooth things over

between you and the tribe.

I have a photo.

He hasn't lifted a hand for me
one day in his life.

Except for hitting.

Well, maybe he's changed...

Yeah, that doesn't happen
in the real world.

- Hold on.
- No, I got to hang up.

We're looking for lesbians
in a shed.

Son, you got a good man here,

but look, if you want to keep
an eye on me yourself,

I don't mind
coming where you are,

or listen... we'll send you
pictures an hour apart.

Got to go.

[Cellphone beeps]

[Tools rattling]

Gravely:
How did you know about that?

Brand-new tools,
rusty old shovel.

I can't believe
you were right about this.

I can't believe how stupid

Blue's theory
of the lone vandal looks.

I'm a lesbian terrorist

racing off
to my next bombing attack.

Why make time
in my busy schedule

to have safe sex with a man?

It's not a diaphragm.
That's a menstrual cup.

Ugh.

Mm.

I'm an environmental loser
who doesn't believe in tampons.

Why would I wipe up spills

with the bleached skin
of a murdered tree?

I had no idea she was there.

Then you have the worst-kept
secret fugitive safe house

in all of Portland.

She must have found it during
the scholarship tea party.

Liar.

If you're withholding
any information from us...

Ask her about the second bomb.

I am weeks away from historic
fossil-fuel legislation.

Why would I risk it all
by harboring a fugitive?

Because to you,
she's not a fugitive.

She's the love of your life.

[Scoffs]
I am a happily married woman.

All the more reason

to keep your terrorist
sex pet hidden away.

But the real secret is,
she's two-timing you...

with a man.

I know.

If you can't trust a terrorist,
who can you trust?

This is Sanford Einhorn.

From Eagles for Enterprise.

Eagles for Enterprise
is a rightwing advocacy group.

Enemies of the
environmental defense league.

They fight Eleanor
on every issue.

And Sanford Einhorn
is a longtime member.

Retired Air Force Captain,
divorced.

He's a lawyer who specializes
in suing the government...

eminent domain,
healthcare, E.P.A.

Anything
that's good for mankind.

And what's this guy's connection
to Sabine's plan?

It gets weirder.

In the last month,
they were both seen

at several of the same
Eagles for Enterprise events.

Gravely:
Was she trying to infiltrate?

Or she likes a good barbecue?

[Chuckles]

No, I think she wants

to drop the next bomb
from his fighter jet.

He's not gonna talk to cops.

He seems to like
young environmentalists.

So, Paquet, why don't you go?

Yes!
My first undercover mission!

Thank you, Charlie.

He works downtown,
so I'll get him at lunch.

Gravely: Okay, hold on a second.

Nadia, all due respect,

I actually am a young environmentalist

with actual undercover
experience, so...

Which went so badly,
you ended up here.

Have you pinpointed targets
for the next bomb?

Homeland Security
agrees with your father.

One-time act of vandalism.

But if I were her,
I'd hit the control center.

Find the next target
before somebody dies.

Is this seat taken?

You don't remember me.

We've never met.

I'm crushed.

"Grilling for Gas Guzzlers."

The fundraiser to fight

Eleanor Deering's
MPG legislation.

A mutual friend introduced us.

I'm sorry... who are you?

I remember you.

I was mesmerized
by the way you spoke

of courage and righteousness.

Oh, and... and you wore

a "don't tread on me"
golf shirt,

and I gushed
at how well it fit you.

Maybe I just thought it.

[Chuckles]

Who are you?

Our friend is in trouble,
and I need to reach her.

She told me to come find you
if I had nowhere to turn,

that you help girls like us.

Hey!

Please.

Help me find her.

Are you some kind
of crazy hooker?

You need to let go of my arm
before I call the police.

He left this
when I freaked him out.

And?

Well, Klamath Electronics

sponsors Sanford Einhorn's son's
baseball team,

the Klamath Braves.

Baseball is boring,
but it's not a crime.

Einhorn's law firm
acted several times

for the Klamath C.E.O.,

so handsome Jim Klassen
is linked to the crazies.

But Klassen's rich.

He probably has
dozens of lawyers

protecting his riches
from the government.

[Telephone rings]

This is Gravely.

Gravely, it's Almond.

Backstrom was right
about a second bomb.

Bomb dogs found it
at the pipeline control center.

We have to assume
she'll strike again.

We're saving the bomb squad's ass

gives us an hour of alone time
with this baby.

You sure that crazy white girl

can't just push a button
on her phone and blow us all up?

- Nope.
- Uh...

Nadia: So, this is going to be
the liberty nerve center,

from where they can monitor
the entire pipeline.

The plan was to remotely fix
the damage from the first bomb,

but to do that,

they needed to fast-track
the completion of this place.

So, the first bomb made
the second target more valuable.

All the fancy equipment
got rushed in yesterday.

A bomb going off now would
set the project back years.

That and kill people.

[Telephone echoing "text"]

Son of a bitch.

Hey.

Dad.

What are you doing?

Preparing our spirits.

Strip down. Give it a try.

I don't have a spirit.

What's with the two kids
you gave back to the tribe?

You drag them
all the way from Cooch?

No connection to the bomber,

if that's
what's got you turned red.

You traded them to the Indians
for what?

Stop lying to me.

You're being...
what's that word?

Paranoid.

Don't help, Niedermayer.

Yeah.

Go to hell, dad.

[Sighs]

They were in my custody.
I knew you'd be on the case.

I know you got a bad history
with Rocha.

I help the tribe,

they withdraw the complaint
from Civilian Oversight.

I did it for you, son.

Making a lie more complicated

doesn't make it sound more true.

If I was dying,

would you give me
another chance then?

No.

I wish you were... dying.

Well, I'm not.
But I am getting older.

I'd like to put things right
before one of us dies.

Which would probably be you.

You... you look like
you're almost there.

You used to be a better liar.

[Lighter clicks]

You got kids?

Uh, no, sir. Not yet.

I got lots.

Everett's my youngest.

Their mother died on me

and forced me
into becoming a real dad.

I'm good with the others,
give or take.

But, uh, I could never reach
that boy.

Couldn't then, can't now.

[Smacks lips]

You know, I think
you're asking him to trust you

when his earliest memory
of your relationship

is being pistol-whipped
when he was 10.

I saw the scar.

Yes, I did that.

Woke up from a nap.

Surprised him messing with
my service revolver.

He picked my lockbox.
You understand?

My one unbreakable rule...
don't touch my gun.

Lost my temper,
and I'm ashamed of that,

but, uh,
I'll tell you one thing...

he never went near my gun again.

No, sir.

He went and got one of his own.

Same bomb
as the one that blew up

the underground pump station.

Same magic

get-through-thick-walls
detonation system.

But with the detonator intact,

I was able to calculate
the wireless range.

22 meters.

Gravely:
Security was on high alert.

There's no way that Sabine

could've gotten through
to detonate this one.

22 meters is still inside
the pump station.

But everything inside the pump
station is blown to bits.

Sabine didn't push the detonator
on the first bomb.

He did.

He wasn't a victim.
He was an accomplice.

But who's her accomplice
this time?

The nerdy kid.

Blowing up a control station
is the number-one way

to get a terrorist
to sleep with you.

Except Klassen
had him shipped out of town,

where no press
could ever get to him.

What about Klassen?

Klassen said
he was from Klamath Falls

and his family gave up the farm.

So?

So, a while back, the government
did something really dumb

involving birds or bison or...

In 2001.

To protect an endangered fish,

the federal government
took over the Klamath basin

and cut access to anyone
using it for irrigation,

so hundreds of farms
dried up and disappeared.

Klamath Falls,
John Klassen, 100 acres...

foreclosed in 2002.

Jim Klassen really hates it

when the government takes away
people's property,

whether it's to protect fish
or build pipelines.

Was Klamath Electronics involved
in the final push

to finish the control station?

Yes.

There's a communications system
check scheduled for today.

Sabine wasn't
gonna detonate the bomb.

Klassen was.

[Doorbell rings]

[Door opens]

Lieutenant, Detective. Come in.

Backstrom:
Well, you can go ahead

and write out that reward check
to Everett Backstrom.

You caught the fugitive?

You were acting within the scope
of a predefined duty.

Well, okay.
Can you make it out to "cash"?

- I just witnessed you say that.
- Okay.

- All right. Forget the reward.
- Just saw it happen.

Excuse me.
Did you catch the fugitive?

Even better... we figured out
who was pulling her strings.

Let me give you a little hint.

It's you.

Me?

[Chuckles]

So, now you're a conspiracy nut?

It's a short trip from thinking
everyone's lying all the time.

And how exactly
do I play into it?

Graeme Hellman
wasn't working with Sabine Weiss

behind your back.

He was doing it at your request,

which means you're guilty
of conspiracy to commit murder.

This is ridiculous.

So then you don't mind if I take
a look upstairs, do you?

Go right ahead.

And yes, I have permits

for all the guns upstairs,
detective.

Nice place.

Deep down, you must know
how big a mistake this is.

I'm you.

I'm a loyal patriot
who hates the government

for abusing its power

and for destroying
my family's farm.

The best revenge
is stopping them

from shoving a 300-mile pipeline
down the throats

of all the helpless farmers,
like my father.

But I can't be seen
to be anti-business,

so I team up with someone
who hates the pipeline

even more
than I hate the government.

Environmental defense
super mascot Eleanor Deering.

Eleanor Deering
is a radical nutjob.

She hates everything I love.

And together,
you're a conspiracy dream team.

You make the bombs,
she provides the bombers.

Who would've ever thought?

Let me give you a little hint.

Me.

I'm gonna call my lawyer.

The fact that you haven't already
shows me how crazy you are.

[Chuckles]

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

Stop!

Stop!

Sabine, stop!

[Grunts]

Sabine! Stop!

[Gun cocks]

Running is just
going to make this worse.

Please.

We want the same things.

[Chuckles]

You have no idea.

I'm you.

I'm an eco-terrorist
so committed to the cause,

I'm willing to partner up

with the right-wing scum
I hate the most.

I know they'll keep quiet,

but what about that rent-a-cop
who's only in it for the cash?

Can I trust him
to keep his mouth closed?

No.

[Rapid beeping]

[Explosion]

You killed him?

You think you know me.

You don't have a clue.

Stop! Freeze!

Gravely, move! Move!

Gravely! Out of the way!

[Gunshot]

Oh...

Sabine, stop!

Stop!

What made you think you could
ever outrun an indian...

even a jewish indian?

What made you think
that shooting me would stop her?

I fired in the air.
It was a warning shot.

How was I supposed to know that?

Trust.

Trust?! Oh, right.

Oh, 'cause your trust instincts
are so good?

Eleanor Deering
lied to your face.

And the only reason
Sabine got away

is because you wanted
to believe in her

more than
you wanted to stop her.

Listen, if you want to believe

a single-ply toilet paper
can save the planet, fine.

But false hope in the line
of duty can get you killed,

or worse... me!

Being wrong about Sabine
isn't gonna make me a cynic.

Hope is what drives me
to be a cop,

and hope's what's gonna drive me
to catch her.

What drives you?

Nadia: Um, detectives?

I found something on the remains
of Graeme Hellman's computer.

This plane belongs to Klassen.

Maybe he's picking up Sabine.

It pulled up
to a private seaplane dock

just a few hours ago.

Where?

Oxbow Indian Reservation.

[Crash]

Nadia: The seaplane dock is on
the north end of the reservation

Yeah, no. I hear you.

I'm, uh, on my way.

[Siren chirps]

Hop in.
We got to stop that plane.

- You know?
- I just heard.

Turns out handing over those
kids got us more than goodwill.

Got us a bomber.

Well, lieutenant Backstrom
is on his way.

This is his case, remember?

The terrorist
is hightailing it, Pete.

No time for a pissing contest.

[Sirens wailing]

[Propeller whirring]

This is the Portland P.D.

We have your plane surrounded.

Come out with your hands up!

[Whirring slows, stops]

Put your hands up, Sabine.

You, too, pilot.

Come on out!

Hands up.

Einhorn?

The eagles for fascism guy

is giving little Miss Indian
a ride.

Moto: Lieutenant,
she's all wired up.

Sabine: Stay back!

This whole dock
is rigged to blow!

Put the detonator down.

I'll blow up you, me,
the pilot, and the plane!

Just carefully set it down,
Sabine.

[Siren wails]

Oh, no. No.

Come on!

You want to do
this jurisdiction dance again?

Put down your gun.

Come on, Rocha!
You got to be kidding me!

She's the one with the bomb!

Put down your guns.

Oh, hell no!

Get back!
Or I'll blow up the plane!

Just lower the detonator!

No, no, no! Come on, now.

Moto: Lower your gun now!
She's got a bomb!

I'll do it!

Come on! Call your men off now!

Gravely: Sabine! Put it down!

Call your men back!

[Siren wails]

Call them off now!

Captain Rocha!

By threatening your men

and the lives
of these police officers,

this fugitive has officially
declared herself a terrorist.

That is a federal offense

and an exception
to your jurisdiction here, sir.

You're not FBI.

I am a deputized U.S. Marshal.

You might want
to stand back, son.

Sabine: Stay back.

That's enough, now.

[Sighs]

I can kill us all
with one twitch.

The thing is...

I can't let you
get back in that plane.

Now, that leaves
me killing you...

or you killing yourself.

Or all these people get a chance

to live and fight another day...

including you.

I know what I would choose.

But it's not my decision.

It's yours.

So...

Make it.

Good choice.

[Sighing] Okay.

Carefully.

We'll take it from here,
sheriff.

I have jurisdiction.

Yeah?
We're gonna see about that.

Captain Rocha, what do you say?

No, I'm good.

There you go.

Man: Let's go.

You made a hostage trade.

While I was running around
like a crazy man,

you stayed here,
knowing she'd come back.

Old hunter's instinct.

Better to be
where your prey is going

than where it's been.

I was the beater,

rattling the bushes
to drive the prey out.

How do you like that?

I thought you were always
too busy wise-cracking

to ever learn anything from me.

John Almond.

Been a while.

You can score one more
for the good guys.

You played your own son?

I offered him my hand.
He refused it.

Backstrom got to her
before you did.

I got her in the end.

Take care, Everett.

Maybe next time.

[Siren chirping]

I'm sorry, lieutenant.

I really wanted to believe him.

In a way, sheriff Blue
is the common enemy

that strengthens the unity of...

We're not a tribe... idiot.

Did any of you bother to check

to see if he was, in fact,
a marshal?

He was probably lying.

You guys suck.

[Foghorn blows]

We're going out.

Do I look like I'm in the mood
for a gay bar?

Do I ever look like
I'm in that mood?

[Knock on door]

It's a Western bar.

Come on. We're gonna beat up
some old cowboys.

Or have sex with them.

Whatever helps you work through
your daddy issues.

It's for you.

Backstrom: Ahh.

Perfect.

- What am I denying now?
- Nothing.

The allegations from
the Oxbow Indian Reservation

have been withdrawn.

They had a change of heart
after talking to your father.

He really saved the day, huh?

Oh, relax.

I know he screwed you over.
Of course he did.

It's your own fault for taking
the case to begin with.

I didn't have any choice.

Obviously,
he arranged it that way

to make sure
he could screw you over,

so why are you being
such a baby about it?

Love your cowboy, by the way.

Thank you.
I was just not leaving.

Why are you here?

Because I hate how good he is
at making you feel bad.

Jealous?

A little.

Except when I treat you
that way, it feels like payback.

When he does it,
it just seems mean.

I stopped caring long ago.

Look, I didn't come here
to play shrink.

What do you want to play?

I want to eat.
Can we go get something to eat?

Why don't we order in?

Because I hate this place.

And yet here you are.

[Chuckles]

You are such an idiot.

You really are an idiot.

[Door opens, closes]

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