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UNKNOWN TEENAGE GIRL
(echoing): Will?

Will? We gotta go.

Will!

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(breathing heavily)

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(kettle whistles)

(TV playing indistinctly
in background)

Betty, don't you look
sophisticated?

I'm a grown man with a small dog
that wears clothes.

Thanks, Nico.

Now, if you don't like
this freeze-dried,

too-damn-expensive lamb formula,
I'm afraid we're out of options.

Betty?

Hey.

Oh, and now you're eating paper.

That's just rude.

What you got here, huh?

What is this?

(Betty barks)

MAN ON TV:
108,000 over the last 10 years.

Georgia's population would've
been significantly lower

if not for
international migration,

which has added
38,000 to the state.

This program and others like it
are brought to you

by T. Rowe Price.

It's never too early
to start investing

in your child's future.

(knock on door)

(siren wailing in distance)

We've got a problem.

I agree.

We need to talk about
boundaries. Why are you here?

You familiar with
the Confederate Front?

Neo-Nazi wannabes? Sure.

Will you take off
your shoes?

We've been hearing chatter that
they're recruiting more members,

-planning a show of strength.
-Okay.

AMANDA: Now, there's an entire
shipping container of guns

that's gone missing.

Last known location was
Atkins Co. Container Yard.

Almost a million dollars
in assault rifles.

Let me guess.

You got a bad feeling
those two things are connected.

AMANDA: If they stole
those those guns,

they have enough weapons
to support a small militia.

A lot of innocent people
could be getting killed.

(knock on door)

Oh, are we hosting brunch,
Amanda?

Shoes.

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Oh, no.
Mnh-mnh.

You and I do not drop by
each other's houses.

We're not there yet.

-Oh, I know.
-You're late.

I got here as fast
as I could.

-Do you have any coffee?
-Still brewing in the kitchen.

It's a single serve meant for me
to enjoy in solitude,

-but I guess you can have it.
-Thanks.

Nice place.
I like that worked-on look.

Believe it or not, it looks better when
you're actually invited.

Why is this happening here?

The shift manager at Atkins
Company is waiting for you.

Her name is Babs.

Oh. Nice of you to give Babs
a heads-up.

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I'll go wait in the car.

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(dialing)

(cellphone ringing)

ANGIE: You've reached
Detective Angie Polaski.

Please leave me a message
or text me.

(voicemail beeps)

♪ At night, I think of you ♪

♪ I want to be
your lady maybe ♪

♪ If your game is on,
give me a call, boo ♪

♪ If your lovin's strong ♪

What are you doing, Will?
Looking for candy? Hurry up!

Hey, Angie, can you stop
yelling at me for five seconds?

(Mrs. Flannery snoring)

(Mrs. Flannery farts)

♪ No, no,
no, you can't be lame, boy ♪

♪ At night, I think of you ♪

♪ I want to be
your lady maybe ♪

♪ If your game is on,
give me a call, boo ♪

-Shotgun.
-I don't have a license.

I'll read the map.
Teamwork.

We got this.

♪ Every day I pray my heart
can win ♪

I have the utmost faith
that you won't kill us.

♪ Man, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I need you, I want you ♪

♪ To have you,
hold you, squeeze you ♪

BABS:
Billions of tons of goods

move through
my freight station.

We got a simple but efficient
system for tracking it all.

How long y'all gonna be here?
I got pole-dance class tonight.

MAN: Excuse me.

However long it takes, Babs.

-That's all right.
-So should I just pretend

like I didn't see
pregnancy test instructions

on your kitchen counter?

That's exactly
what you should do.

I'm not worried about whatever's
on your kitchen counter.

Do you want to talk about
my Honey Bunches of Oats?

Because we can.

Hey, GBI, this is our terminal
grounds person, Taki Georgiou.

He oversees container
maintenance and inventory.

Looking into that UTL.

-What's UTL?
-Means "unable to locate."

So, missing.
Any thoughts on how it happened?

Here's what I know.
Yesterday, a truck came

with the proper waybill
to pick up the container.

But it wasn't in the yard.
UTL.

So how often are containers
from this yard going UTL?

We got 99.9%
location accuracy.

(Babs continues speaking
indistinctly)

That entry or -- What?

Excuse me, Mr. GBI,

you cannot climb up there
unless you're an employee.

Taki, please get him down.

Hey, step back.

You see this?
You know what it means?

It means you step back.

The 8s on this container.

One of them's rounded,
the other squared.

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Somebody altered these numbers.

They're probably tampering
with your waybill system too.

They doctor whatever containers
they want to steal

and then create a waybill
with a matching number.

Then they drove off
like it's a normal pickup.

Unfortunately, Babs,
this wasn't a mistake.

One of your workers
stole the guns

right out from under
your nose.

None of my guys
would do this.

Then maybe it was you.

Either way, we'll still need
a list of all your employees.

Hey, Taki, what are
the containers over there?

TAKI: Those are just old,
damaged.

They call it the graveyard.

Then why does it look
like somebody was just moving

a few of these around?

What does it have to do
with my waybill system?

I'm not sure yet, Babs.
That's why we're walking.

FAITH: I'll go get a crowbar so we
can open some of these doors.

All right.

♪♪

No need, Faith.

Come over here.
Take a look.

Looks like someone was trying
to hide more than just numbers.

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Geez, he looks so young.

Yes, 20s for sure.

Three shots to the chest,
two to the stomach.

Bing-bing.

Where'd this happen?

Fly Sneaks Store
in Little Five Points.

There was a big sneaker
release there today,

and Roland Wynder here
got jacked for his pair.

Did you catch anything unusual
in the autopsy?

Nope, standard
ammunition rounds.

Nothing notable,
medically speaking.

You're going to have to solve
this one on your own.

Ha ha. We got eyewitnesses
and a straightforward motive.

So we'll clear this fast
and then I'll pick up

a pair of exclusive sneaks
for my kid Max's birthday.

Shop owner's at the station,
ready to give her statement.

We should go.
Thanks, Pete.

So the guy, Roland,
bought the last size 11s

when somebody in a hoodie
came in blasting.

And then what?

He grabbed the sneakers
and took off running.

Anyone you think
might have done this?

Yeah.
I got a guy for you.

He's a sneaker reseller
by the name Pun'kin.

And he was at
your store today?

He sure was, Michael.

He was yelling and screaming

about not winning
our sneaker raffle.

Security had
to throw him out.

Here's his info.

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Okay.

-Be right behind you.
-Mm-hmm.

You know you owe me, right?

Why do you think
I took this case?

I need this solved quick.

I can't have people thinking
my store isn't safe.

We'll get him.

Promise.

You better.

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Hey, can you get me
in there next?

I gotta get on with my day.

I promise you, we are moving
as fast as we can.

Well, I saw the whole thing.

-You don't say?
-Yeah. Jerry Kilargis.

I own the record store across
the street, Wax 'N' Facts.

Okay, what did you see?

Couldn't really make him out
with that hoodie up,

but I will say I watch
the fancy foot traffic

lined up outside that store,

and what struck me about
the shooter is he had on

the most basic sneakers
I've ever seen.

Reminded me of Bobos
back in the day.

You remember
those cheap tennis shoes?

Who wears Bobos
to a "sneaker drop"?

Yeah.
Uh, Detective Ormewood,

this is Jerry Kilargis.

He said that he saw the suspect
run off in a pair of Bobos.

That's fun. Should we go
check on this Pun'kin guy?

So I'm good to go?
You don't need me anymore?

Sure.

We know where to find you.

FAITH:
Victim's name is Jed Pipski,

logistics coordinator.

WILL: Any connection
to the Confederate Front?

Not that I found,
but DFI dug up

something interesting
on his phone.

He was making an unusual
amount of calls to Babs.

Babs neglected to tell us

he hadn't even shown up
to work for three days.

FAITH: Mm.
I knew I liked her for this.

(telephones ringing
in distance)

♪♪

Shot in the dark --
are you worried

about the pregnancy test?

And I still don't want
to talk about it.

Let's bring in Babs.

Okay.

How's everyone holding up
with the news of Jed's death?

It's pretty rough.

We're like a family
down at the station.

Everybody is going to The Truck
Stop tonight to toast to Jed.

The Truck Stop?

BABS: It's a bar
across from the station.

(telephones ringing
in distance)

Jed'd be sad to miss it.

You and Jed were close.

Jed was the best logistics
coordinator alive.

Is that why you two would call
each other

at all hours of the night?

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It's the nature
of the business.

Or maybe the two of you
were working together,

-boosting containers.
-What? No.

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Our relationship wasn't
always about work.

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Jed and I were having
an affair.

-What?!
-Are you kidding me, Babs?

We were going to find out.
Why wouldn't you tell us that?

Yeah, sure, just air out
my dirty laundry.

I'm sure Human Resources
would love that.

Not to mention my husband.

-When was the last time?
-Three nights ago.

The night he went missing?

Babs, you realize you're
the last known person

to see Jed alive.

-This looks bad for me, huh?
-Oh.

Mostly it looks like you two
were conspiring to steal guns,

and then you took him out,
which ain't good.

I swear that is not
what happened.

Convince me.

Talk to us about
the Confederate Front.

You employ any of them
at the station?

One of the guys,
his name is Craig McDonald.

He's a forklift operator.

He's got this Confederate tattoo
with CF printed on it.

Confederate Front.

Where's Craig right now?

He's off today, but I can
tell you where he'll be tonight.

Truck Stop.
Jed's wake.

I ain't kill nobody.

I wasn't even at that
wack-ass store, bro.

That's not what I heard.

We got eyewitnesses saying
you caused quite a scene today.

Because their owner
rigs the raffle.

She always gives them
to her peoples first.

I've missed out on the last
five releases because of her.

ORMEWOOD: And that made you
angry, didn't it?

Angry enough to come back
locked and loaded,

'cause you'd do anything
not to miss out.

Y'all not pinning this on me.

I'm telling you,
I ain't kill nobody.

You keep that same energy
in court,

Pun'kin, you might get lucky
with parole in 50 years.

Hey, let me talk
to you a sec.

(door opens)

(indistinct conversations,
telephones ringing)

Yeah, he's already lying.

We got him right where we want
him, scared out of his mind.

Does it bother you

that his shoes don't match
the description

we got from
the record store owner?

ORMEWOOD: Not particularly.

Not when we found
a pair of the size 11

stolen sneakers
in his car, too.

So stop poking holes.

Doing my job
or poking holes?

-Poking holes.
-Yeah.

WILL: It turns out
Craig McDonald spent

a little time in
Central State prison

-for burglary.
-That facility is a haven

for known
Confederate members.

Craig's got to be
the connection.

What about Jed?
Do you think he's involved

and things went sideways
or just wrong place, wrong time?

I'd say the latter.

I think after a late-night
rendezvous with Babs,

Jed stumbled upon Craig
changing container numbers.

So bring him in.
What are we waiting on?

Well,
if he's Confederate Front,

there's no way
he's giving them up

unless we have
strong evidence on him.

Our intel says there's
a lot of movement going on

with known Confederates.

Something's in the works.

So whatever you need to find,
find it faster.

(elevator bell dings)

♪♪

♪ Ooh, ooh-ooh ♪

♪♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Where my girls at? ♪

♪ From the front to back ♪

♪ Well, is you feelin' that? ♪

♪ Put one hand up,
can you repeat that? ♪

♪ Tryin' to take my man,
see, I don't need that ♪

What are you so happy about?

It's the first time
I've been outside of Georgia.

Whoop-de-doo. It's not like
we're going to EPCOT.

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We could go to the cops.

They won't do anything.

-They never do.
-You don't know that.

(laughing)
I actually 100% do know that.

He'll just deny it.
And so will his wife.

And then they'll look like these
cute little foster parents

who were nice enough
to take in a teenage slut

who's now
just causing trouble.

He walked into your room
in the middle of the night

and raped you.

Seems like he should have
to pay for that.

You know
he's done it before.

They're going to ask me
what I was wearing

and how many guys
I've slept with.

That's the way
the world works, Will.

Look at your neck.

You tried to report someone

and got thrown
through a plate glass door.

Did they do anything for you
at the hospital?

No. (sighs)

Okay.
Then let's not report him.

I'll kill him myself.

Oh, my God.

Pull over.

Right now!

WILL: Where are you going,
mental patient?

Mental patient?

You're the one
that's delusional.

You're going to throw your life
away for that piece of garbage?

God, if anyone's
going to kill him, I will!

Get back in the car!

You're going to walk 100 miles
to get your abortion?

Yes!

Well, watch out for snakes
and alligators and pythons.

YOUNG ANGIE:
Pythons are snakes!

(elevator bell dings)

♪♪

(indistinct conversations)

(mouse clicking)

(mouse clicking)

What?

I found the pregnancy test
instructions.

(indistinct conversations,
telephones ringing)

(lights buzz)

(door closes)

(sighs)

Are you late?

No, I'm peeing on sticks
for fun.

So are you...?

Pregnant?

The word is "pregnant."

-Are you pregnant?
-I don't know.

I haven't taken the test yet.

You just said you peed
on a stick.

I-I-I was just saying --

I haven't taken it yet.

Okay, so why don't you
take it now?

Why don't you take it now?

Real mature, Ang.

I don't know what you want
from me.

Will, I'm 62 days sober.

Does that seem like
mother material to you?

This scares me, too.
Okay?

I have no idea what this is,
how this goes.

I'm barely keeping
a Chihuahua alive at home.

But at least we know
what not to do.

And I do think that
you would be a great --

Don't even finish
that sentence.

Oh, my God.

We've been having this argument
for 25 years.

You actually think you can
Etch-A-Sketch things away

and they don't exist anymore.

But I'm still just a junkie
trying to get her life together.

You are not the only one

who's had to drag themselves
out of a hole.

Yeah, well,
I don't even know

if this "maybe baby"
is yours, so...

♪♪

You make this impossible
sometimes.

♪♪

You know what?

Do whatever you want, Ang.

♪♪

(sighs)

♪♪

(breathes unsteadily)

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(sighs)

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(chuckles)

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(chuckles)

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ORMEWOOD:
Where the hell is Polaski?

♪♪

Everybody throw one
back for Jed!

ALL: Yeah, Jed!

(all cheering)

(indistinct conversations)

WILL: There he is,
by the pool table with Taki.

Craig's gonna play coy.
We need to match him.

Subtlety is key.

Just get him talking,
track the holes in his story.

Got it. It's gonna be
a slow burn tonight.

(men grunting, people shouting)

Guess they started throwing them
back earlier than I thought.

MAN:
Get him out of here!

That's it!

FAITH: Confederate tat.

-I'll take Taki?
-Mm.

CRAIG: Nothing changes
because of this, all right?

Nothing changes. Okay?
We'll still be in good shape

if we get 'em into Jackson
in the morning.

Craig McDonald?

Special Agent Trent, GBI.

I have a few questions.

What kind of questions?

Oh, I don't know.

Let's start with an easy one.

What's in Jackson?

That's the wrong question,
GBI.

(vehicle doors closing)

All right.
Why don't we, uh --

why don't we go take a walk,
Craig, huh?

It's getting
a little crowded.

I don't think you understand
who you're talking to.

♪♪

(grunts)

(all grunting)

♪♪

(gasping)

Hey, spread out!
He won't get far.

MAN:
Go left, go left!

You go that way.

♪♪

(indistinct shouting)

♪♪

♪♪

MAN: Check over here.
Gotta be somewhere.

-Come on!
-Go! Go!

MAN: Come on!

(indistinct shouting)

-Could be anywhere!
-Gotta be here.

CRAIG: Come on.
He'll have backup coming.

Let's go!

All right. Come on.

Let's head out.

Well, what do you think?

MAN: I don't know...
(speaking indistinctly)

(indistinct conversations)

♪♪

(telephone ringing)

What's up, Faith?

FAITH:
We got a problem out here.

I can't find Will.

AMANDA: His phone
runs out of battery

because batteries aren't
designed to work for 20 years.

Have you tried talking
to Angie?

FAITH:
It's more serious than that.

I found his gun in front of
the bar we were surveilling.

He was following
a Confederate.

Amanda, there's blood
out here, too.

♪♪

Hey, I need backup.
Are you listening?

♪♪

I-I'll have a mobile command
center out there

within the hour.

I'm pulling together whoever's
available to help

-with the search.
-Great. I'll be here.

No. I need you to take the lead
on the missing guns.

Isn't Will more important?

That's why I'm sending
the entire GBI out

to a dive bar called
The Truck Stop.

But if the Confederates
are attacking law enforcement,

they're up to something bad.

That's your assignment,
Agent Mitchell.

Can you handle it?

♪♪

Yes, ma'am.

(door opens)

♪♪

Will, you home?

(dog barks)

Yeah, feel the same way
about you, you little snitch.

I was just starting
to tolerate you.

(dog whimpering)

I'm going to find some
junk food, not share with you.

(cellphone ringing)

All right, let me just --

Let me just talk
before you say anything.

Hi, uh, Amanda?

You're not the last person
in the world

I expected to call me but --
but pretty close to it.

♪♪

No, I haven't spoken to him
since, um,

he was at the precinct earlier.

How much blood was it?
Do you know that it was his?

We don't know anything
for sure.

All right, I'm on my way.

AMANDA: No, I have
enough manpower here.

Amanda, come on.

They found his gun.

You stay there in case
he comes home.

I'm serious.

He might --
He might need medical attention.

♪♪

Call me
if you hear anything?

Yeah.
You'll be the first to know.

Okay.

(cellphone beeps)

♪♪

♪ You are tired ♪

I don't know why I told
Will the baby wasn't his.

I don't know why I hurt him
like that.

♪ My love is growing stronger ♪

That's wrong.

I do know.

Because he's going to let me.

♪ Ooh, I've been loving you ♪

Will has always been there.

♪♪

Always, and no matter how much
I mess up,

he still sees good in me.

(voice breaking) I hate it.

I mean, what is he thinking?

Marriage?

Family?

I don't know when the last time
is I-I had a checkup.

Am I really giving
"grown-up" here?

I-I eat cereal
out of the box.

♪♪

♪ You are tired ♪

What if I'm as mean to my kid
as I am to myself?

♪♪

I just want him to come home.

♪♪

You do too, huh?

♪ Habit to me ♪

♪ Ooh, I've been loving you ♪

♪ Too long ♪

Thanks for the girl talk.

♪♪

-♪ You are tired ♪
-(laughter)

♪ And your love
is growing cold ♪

Slow this thing down.
I'm gonna barf.

All right, all right.

(laughter)

♪ As our affair,
affair grows old ♪

Any Olympic sport.

What would you do?

Cross-country skiing.

Have you ever been skiing?

That's not the game
we're playing.

What about you?

Hmm.

I wish being mad
was a sport.

I'd crush that.

♪♪

Are you scared?

♪ A little too long ♪

None of this
is your fault.

Just Etch-A-Sketch it
from your mind when it's over.

Etch-A-Sketch?

WILL: You remember.

Just got to shake it really
good to erase what's there.

That's what you do.

You shake it away
and you move on.

Well, we have a lot
of shaking to do, Wilbur.

Hey, no more foster homes
for us, okay?

It's two years.
Let's stick it out together.

♪ I love you ♪

Okay.

♪ I love you
with all my heart ♪

♪ And I can't stop now ♪

♪♪

♪ Please, please, please ♪

(siren chirps)

YOUNG ANGIE:
Oh, no, Will, we got to go.

Get up right now.

Seriously, come on.

(clanking)

(vehicle doors opening
and closing)

MAN: Let's go.

Come on.
Hurry up.

Let's go.

(sighs)

(indistinct conversations)

(indistinct conversations)

Let's go.
We got to keep it moving.

About to do it, boys,
let's go!

Hurry up.

(groans)

(car doors opening, closing)

(buttons clicking)

(sighs)

Great.

(indistinct conversations,
telephones ringing)

Hey.

Hey.

I'm sorry to hear
about Trent, Angie.

Why are you sorry?
We don't know what happened.

No, I know, but he's your guy,
and you're my partner, so.

Jesus, yep, Trent is missing
and he's wonderful.

You're here
and you're awful.

It is what it is.

-Mm.
-I'm sorry.

Seriously, it's been
a long, sleepless night,

and I feel like
the whole department

is waiting for me
to break down.

Only a few.
Don't worry about them.

Hey, Captain Heller.

Hey.
How you holding up, Ang?

-Good.
-Good.

So, uh, what's that
sneaker shooting looking like?

Oh, we put a bow on it
for you, Cap.

Our suspect is being processed
as we speak.

I like to hear it.
Good.

Uh, wait.

Um, Jerry Kilargis,
the shop owner across the street

from the murder,
said that he saw the shooter

wearing what were described
as Bobos.

Pun'kin was wearing
a rare pair of Nikes

the day of the shooting.

He could have
changed them.

ANGIE: Yeah, maybe. But, um,
I did some more digging.

I meant to tell you,
but with Will missing

-and everything, uh, sorry.
-Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

So what do you got for us, Ang?

So my theory is that
those Bobos the shooter wore

were prison-issued, Georgia
State Penitentiary to be exact.

Pun'kin never did time,
but our victim,

Roland, did a stint
with his friend

Billy Thompson
for aggravated assault.

Roland got out
two years ago.

Billy got out last week.

So you think Roland's friend
is the shooter?

I think he's worth talking to
before we move on Pun'kin.

Yeah, I agree.

It's too weird to be
a coincidence. Go find the guy.

You just go over my head
to the captain

right in front of me?

-What's your problem?
-What is your problem?

You want to send
an innocent man to jail

just so you can get
a hookup with a sneakerhead?

You have no idea what the hell
you're talking about.

ANGIE:
Well, then explain it to me.

You've been trying to close this
case since before it started.

We recovered
the stolen sneakers.

We have eyewitness testimony.

From someone who clearly
has something on you.

You think I didn't see that,
Michael?

It's not like that.
Hey, leave it alone, Angie.

I'm not trying to get caught up
in your shady --

Leave it alone!

(glass shatters,
indistinct conversations stop)

(breathing heavily)

♪♪

Leave it alone, Angie.

♪♪

(indistinct conversations
resume)

♪♪

Where's my partner?

I don't know.

Okay, here's the deal.

We got a dead body and a missing
law enforcement officer.

This is as serious as it gets,
Taki, so you better tell me

where those guns are
and where my partner is.

TAKI:
I don't know anything.

I got you on security cameras

leaving work
the night Jed died.

I checked his schedule.

Your shift ended about
12 hours earlier that day.

Come on, Faith.

Taki, are you stupid?
(bangs fist on table)

What do you think
white nationalists are gonna do

with a million dollars'
worth of guns?

Every bullet fired is going
to be on you,

and I got enough to connect you
to the theft of those guns

and to Jed's murder.

And because you're
the only thing we have,

it's all coming down on you.

You're the guy, Taki.

You are going to be the face
of these crimes --

theft, murder, missing law
enforcement officers,

gun violence,
hate crimes, Neo-Nazis.

Taki Georgiou,
you gonna save yourself or not?

(sighs)

Craig and I boosted
the container.

But it was just about
the money.

What about Jed?

TAKI: Craig, he went nuts

when Jed saw us changing
those numbers,

so he beat him to death.

Straight up, I -- I had no clue
he was some kind of Nazi.

I need a location, Taki.

Where is my partner?

There was a warehouse.

Craig took me to a warehouse
where we met the guy

to give us
our up-front payment.

-Where?
-The address is in my phone.

It was in Jackson.

There you go.

♪♪

(indistinct conversations)

♪♪

(recorder clicks)

(vehicle doors close)

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

MAN: Come on, fellas.

♪♪

(video game playing
in distance)

(gun firing, beeping)

My son loves that game, too.

MAN: Hey, hey!

MAN #2: Coming your way,
coming your way!

Get him up.
Get up.

Come on.
Hands behind your back.

Turn him around.
I got him.

♪♪

Wait a minute.
Half these guns are missing.

Where did the Confederates
take the guns?

You're going to tell me
what I need to know,

and you're going
to tell me now.

♪♪

Hey!

Stop! Police!

♪♪

WOMAN: Go!

♪♪

♪♪

(both grunt)

I didn't do anything.

-Yeah.
-Hey, Billy.

Nice shoes, man.

Didn't know Georgia State
Penitentiary let you keep them.

Hey, hey.

All right.

Scuffed my sneakers.

Occupational hazard, man.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

(indistinct conversations)

♪♪

♪♪

CRAIG:
Hey! Listen up.

♪♪

These are good.

Liberal snowflake politicians
want to take down

a Confederate statue?

Not today, boys.

So grab a gun
and get to know it.

We leave in 20.

MAN: Oh, yeah!
That's what's gonna happen!

(indistinct conversations,
guns firing)

♪♪

(man cheering)

♪♪

MAN #2: There you go,
just like that!

(indistinct conversations)

♪♪

(laughter, gunfire)

♪♪

(sighs)

♪♪

MAN: Light them boys up!

All right.

I'm running out of moves here.

(gunfire and indistinct
conversations continue)

There's not one pay phone
left in the state of Georgia.

MAN: All right, boys.

These guys are about
to send trucks full of guns

and Neo-Nazis
to a peaceful protest.

I gotta try and stop them
with an unloaded rifle.

♪♪

Whoever's listening to this,
I want you to know

that I know
this is a really stupid idea.

♪♪

Also, Ang,
I'm sorry we fought.

♪♪

There's nothing more I'd love
than raising a baby

with the most amazing woman
I've known...

♪♪

...and the only person
who truly knows me.

(sighs)

I love you.

Please don't take Betty
to the pound.

(chuckles)

♪♪

(recorder clicks)

♪♪

♪♪

GBI!

You're under arrest!

-Hey!
-You're all under arrest.

Put down your weapons.

♪♪

That rifle would be
a lot more dangerous

if you had a clip in it, GBI.

Maybe there's a round
in the chamber.

Don't make your buddy here
find out.

My backup's outside.

Drop your weapons.

Put them down!

What are you doing,
you idiots?!

♪♪

Should have stayed gone,
Special Agent Trent.

FAITH: Freeze!

(indistinct shouting)

OFFICER: Turn around!
Hands up in front!

(indistinct shouting)

Turn around!
Turn around!

OFFICER #2: We have contact.
We have contact.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

FAITH: What happened?

Doesn't make top 10 worst days
of my life, so who cares?

Looks like you had things
pretty well covered without me.

Yeah, I guess so.

You okay?

-Hey, I need a medic over here!
-I'm okay.

-You sure? Because your head --
-I'm okay.

Okay, good.
Good.

♪♪

He needs a medic!

♪♪

♪♪

(indistinct conversations,
telephones ringing)

Amanda, I'll get you
a report as soon as --

What's this?

That's how much the GBI spent
looking for your ass.

Oh, you expect me
to pay this?

No. Just thought you should know
how much it cost us.

Or you want me to know
how much you care.

ANGIE:
So what do you think, Amanda?

Can Will get the rest
of the day off?

AMANDA: Why? What's wrong?

A little bump on the head
make you soft, Will?

Please.
I'm fine.

I don't need anything except
this ice pack. What's next?

What's next is that I need you
in my office for a full debrief.

Can't wait.

♪♪

(sighs)

♪♪

♪♪

(sighs)

♪♪

(door opens)

♪♪

YOUNG ANGIE: Hey, Will.

♪♪

♪♪

I just want to get out
of here.

Can you drive back?

Of course.

♪♪

Is that an abortion bear?

They were all out
of abortion giraffes.

(chuckles)

♪♪

♪♪

I'm glad you're here.

Always.

You know that.

♪♪

♪♪

(indistinct conversations,
telephones ringing)

Billy confessed.

He killed Roland.

-He give a motive?
-Yeah.

Roland testified against him
to get early release,

then Billy got out
on appeal.

Oops.

Good instincts, Detective.

I-I wasn't trying to make you
look bad

in front of the captain,

and I appreciate you
checking on me earlier.

(telephones ringing
in distance)

A while back,
I got too rough

with a suspect
near Lou Lou's store.

Her, uh, her cameras caught me
beating this guy

after he kneed me
in the groin.

I thought it was a fair trade,
but when I saw the video,

it didn't look too good.

♪♪

How not good?

Well, Angie, I'm doing favors
for her, so what do you think?

♪♪

You got something going on,
man.

We all do.

Mine's drugs.

Yours is rage, right?

♪♪

You know, when you get
discharged from the Army

and you go home,

they make you go to these evals
and seminars to manage

the, uh,
"post-combat emotional journey."

♪♪

Sounds about as cringey
as getting out of rehab.

♪♪

Look, Ang, whatever this thing
is that I have going on...

♪♪

I'm doing the work.

It's under control.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪ With you, my life ♪

♪♪

♪ Has been so wonderful ♪

♪♪

♪ I can't stop now ♪

♪♪

Still another minute, so.

You ready for this?

Does it matter?

♪ You are tired ♪

♪ And your love
is growing cold ♪

You know, um...

I never gave
much thought to parenthood

before I saw
those instructions.

-Is that crazy?
-That's not crazy.

When you were missing
and I thought

I might never see you again,
part of me wished...

♪♪

You wished what?

I'm not pregnant.

♪ To stop now ♪

♪♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

(exhales heavily)

♪♪

You okay?

♪♪

Come here.

♪ A little too long ♪

♪ I don't wanna stop now ♪

Gonna take a shower.

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Don't make me stop now ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ I'm down on my knees ♪

♪ Please, don't make me
stop now ♪

♪ I love you ♪

♪ I love you, I love you
with all my heart ♪

♪ And I can't stop now ♪

♪♪

♪ Please, please ♪

♪ Please, please, don't ♪

♪ Don't make me stop now ♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

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