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Hail!

Burn that soil! Burn that soil!

Burn that soil!

Burn that soil! Burn that soil!

Burn that soil!

Burn that soil! Burn that soil!

Burn that soil!

Burn that soil! Burn that soil!

Burn that soil!

Burn that soil! Burn that soil!

Burn that soil!

Burn that soil!

Burn that soil! Burn that soil!

- Who's streets? - Our streets!

- Who's streets? - Our streets!

- Who's streets? - Our streets!

- Who's streets? - Our streets!

Be gone, KKK!

No fascists, USA! Go now...

Burn that soil! Burn that soil!

No fascists, USA!

No Nazi's, no KKK!

Burn that soil! Burn that soil!

Burn that soil!

...KKK! No fascists, USA!

Burn that soil! Burn that soil!

No fascists, USA!

No Nazi's, no KKK!

Wassup, man? Huh?

Fuck off back to your porch, Jenkins.

Oh, that's original, I've never heard that before, Bryon.

I can't tell you boys apart, all you look alike.

- Bunch of pinheads. - Shut up.

Leave the area or you will be arrested.

Leave the area or you will be arrested.

Leave the area!

You will be arrested.

Come here, you fucker. Come here, you fucker!

Get the fuck off me!

- Fuck you! - Get off me!

Aw, shit!

Fuck you!

- Get off me! - Fuckin' do it.

- Fuckin' do it now. - Fuck you! Get off!

- Let's go. - Get out of here.

Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!

I've had him since he was a puppy.

Here, watch this. Watch it, huh?

Yeah!

- Alright. - Excuse me, sir.

- Can I pet him? - Go ahead.

Hey! Sit, sit, sit.

His name is Boss.

- What's your name? - I'm Iggy.

- What kinda name is that? - It's my name.

- How old are you? - I'm six.

Where's your parents at?

My mommy won't allow a dog at our house.

Why won't she allow a dog in your house?

She says that three daughters is hard enough.

Iggy! What did I say about disappearing like that?

- What're you doing? - I'm cuddling Boss.

You sure as hell better not be Boss.

No, no, he's... No, he's the handsome one.

You can't just go around harassing strangers like that.

- Nah, she wasn't. - I'm not.

Yeah, you were, you're annoying.

- Nobody wants to play with you. - Come on, baby, let's go.

Come on.

- He seems to really like her. - Yeah, well.

- Thanks for lettin' her pat him. - Yeah, you're welcome.

Come on, let's go baby.

There's a threat to our people.

And I'm here to say it's not because we hate anyone else

I don't hate the Jenks, the niggers

the Muslims or the dykes.

I don't hate them. They have a right to live.

But we say, "Not on our American soil!"

Not in our fuckin' life!

So maybe we should just...

make them leave!

- Fuckin' leave! - Get them the fuck out!

- Make them fuckin' leave! - Get them the fuck out!

That is why, ladies and gentlemen,

I have decided to officially run

for the Ohio House of Representatives.

Krager! Krager!

Krager! Krager! Krager! Krager!

- Krager! Krager! - Hey, you forget?

You forget the last time you ran for congress,

you left the entire fuckin' movement bankrupt?

- God bless America! - God bless America.

Thank you.

Stop your bullshit!

And all your Viking crap!

Alright, let's put your hands together

for the next generation of freed America.

We got, Desiree, Iggy and Sierra.

Less talk more walk girls. I'm like payin' you. Let's do this.

- West coast faggot. - Fuck you!

- Come on, sweetheart. - Come on.

One, two, three, four...

♪ Hail the blest Gods ♪

♪ In a rainbow... ♪

♪ Hail from the the bridge to the Aesir's abode ♪

♪ Hail to the far-seeing watcher and guardian ♪

♪ Faithful defender of radiant road ♪

♪ Hail to you Heimdall ♪

♪ Our elder and ancestor ♪

♪ Hymns we shall sing... ♪

Play some real fuckin' music, huh?

Fuckin' piece of shit. Come on, babies.

- Yeah! - Hey!

Come on, baby, we're going, we're going. Now.

Hey, Tron!

Jerry! Jerry, Jerry, Jerry.

What the fuck are you doin', huh?

I thought I told you about that.

You can't come in here and disrespect the leader,

you understand?

Now, I need you to apologize

to Mr. Krager,

and these very fine girls on the stage.

Come on. Come on. Can you hear me?

Just fuckin' apologize.

Come on, Terrence, we wanna fuckin' hear you apologize!

Worthless sack of shit!

- Fuck you. - Yeah.

- Fuck you. - Yeah!

Bryon! Bryon! Bryon!

Thank you, by the way.

Uh, he's just a little bitch, you know?

He thinks he's the shot caller, but...

You, uh, comin' back to the next one of these?

- No. - It's gonna be massive...

No, we're done with this shit.

It's our last gig.

Why?

- Why? - Yeah.

I don't want my kids to be around this.

We're just here for a paycheck.

- Got a long drive ahead, huh? - Yeah.

- Michigan? How long is that? - Yeah.

It's only a couple of hours once we're out of here.

You got kids?

Uh, no, just this guy.

Can I have a picture with Boss?

- You want a picture? - I don't know baby.

You gotta ask his daddy.

Come here, come here, sit!

- Sit. Sit! - Smile.

- Cheese! - I got it.

There you go.

- What do you say? - Thank you.

- Hey, your welcome. - Good girl.

- Thank you. - Oh, yeah.

You, uh, you make it back to Toledo much, or?

No.

Can we go home?

If you, uh, if you do make it back, uh...

I got my own shop.

Can we go?

- Stop. Stop. - Come on.

I'm too fucked up. I don't wanna do this shit.

- No, no, no, I don't... - Bryon.

- I can make you feel better. - I don't...

Why don't you let me make you feel better?

- Bryon. Stop! Fuck you, Bryon! - Get out! Get out!

Fuckin' tired of this shit. I want you out.

- No! - Go! Now!

Police! Open up!

Don't fuckin' move! Don't move!

Stay down. Stay! Stay!

- What's goin' on? - Let's go. On your feet!

Let's go.

Face the glass.

Turn and face the door.

Turn around.

At least 19 injured people are still in the hospital.

Including this kid.

You morons really banged it out, didn't you?

Disorderly conduct,

misdemeanor, assault and battery.

Carrying concealed weapons.

Agent Marks. Bryon Widner.

K is the 11th letter in the alphabet.

Three eleven's equals thirty-three

which equals KKK.

Six stands for six generations of Vinlanders

W for white, A, alliance.

When the moment comes, you're gonna be begging me for a deal.

But it's gonna be too fuckin' late.

Because I got so precious little patience.

With meathead racist

motherfuckers like you.

This is what I'm offering, it is a one time deal.

I need a full decode of these telltale tats of yours.

Names, numbers...

Everything you did. And didn't do.

And we will have you moved somewhere.

Far enough.

You'll be looked after.

Okay.

Alright.

Yeah, let me show you.

Just try and get these off.

Here, I can show you.

Just...

I can fucking show you.

Oh, let me get these fuckin' pants down. There you go.

Alright.

See that?

You guys wanna shoot that?

Get a picture of that?

Do you wanna get a fuckin' picture of that?

- Got it? - Yeah, got it.

Get him out of here.

He's a fuckin' corpse.

Love you, guys. Fuck you!

More tattoos on his face, the more scared he is.

Alright, there. Let's caption that.

Bryon "Babs" Widner.

Viking Social Club.

What exactly is your strategy here?

We doxin' him.

We're gonna film these fascists, we're gonna put it online...

and we out these motherfuckers to the world.

Make 'em lose their goddamn jobs.

Confront 'em everywhere they go.

What's gonna stop pieces of shit like him

from creatin' more damage?

Guys like this only have three options.

Die young, life in prison...

or, they start talkin'.

- Let's hope he starts talkin'. - Fuck that.

There ain't no hope for motherfuckers like him.

They fucked Lonnie up.

I suggest we do the same.

Come here, man. Let me talk to you for a second.

Come on.

See that wall?

That's 15 years of work.

A lot of these guys out are here were just like Babs.

But one by one, they turned.

See I started this because I was angry, just like you.

Matter of fact, shit, I'm still angry.

But all the shit that they do to us

and nobody seems to give a damn.

It's that anger that becomes a part of the emotional tool box

that we use to do this work.

I would also argue that we can't stay angry forever

because that brings more blood and more anger

and more blood and just never stops.

Am I right?

My father...

He was a... a drug counselor all his life.

He used to have this saying...

"I take human garbage and I turn it into human beings."

Look, if we can turn one of these fascist assholes...

so they can see the error of their ways

then I'll leave a crack in the door.

Goin' home?

One day, when you deep sleepin'

we gon' find you and fuck you up.

You're a monster, you ain't gonna see shit comin'.

We gon' crack your head open.

Slice open your motherfuckin' face.

Just like you did to my son, you piece of shit.

- Hey! Ma'am! Ma'am! - He's 14! 14!

Why didn't you let him go? Why didn't you let him...

Ma'am, calm down, ma'am!

- Answer me! Why? - Calm down!

Arrest him! Not me!

Don't! Get off me!

I'm comin' for you! I am comin' for you!

In your dreams, motherfucker!

In your dreams!

You will never forget about me!

You better not close your eyes.

Get off me!

She tried to take your eyes out and...

You didn't even move, you should've just kept walkin'.

Somethin' wrong?

Just tired I guess.

♪ You'll be with me everywhere I go ♪

♪ I'll miss you ♪

♪ I'll miss you ♪

♪ More than you'll ever know ♪

♪ More than you'll ever know ♪

♪ Your love is genuine ♪

♪ Your love is kind ♪

♪ I hope there's only good for you ♪♪

Hey, you in the patches, come on over here for a second.

Your mom can do better than that.

Gavin's gonna get molested. Don't get molested, Gavin!

Watch out.

Oh, can't we just get out of here? I need to shower.

If your a fuckin' pervert, I'll smash your face.

Yeah, that's the spirit,

I say death to all pervs.

What's your name, kid?

- Gavin. - Gavin, come on over here.

- You live around here? - Jesus.

- You want a beer? - Oh, fuckin' hell.

Sure.

Gavin, I'm the Hammer, this is my son, Babs.

You ever hear of the Vinlanders Social Club?

You watch YouTube, I got a YouTube channel

called Race and Reason.

Might find it interesting.

Where you from, Gavin?

Pennsylvania.

Social Club's gonna have a dinner tonight.

Lot of good eats, why don't you come on over, huh?

Where you thinkin' of crashin' tonight?

- Just here, with my gang. - Your gang?

Hey, listen, Gavin, you wanna join the real deal

and do some real damage?

Not hang out here and smash bottles

with a bunch of pussy faggots.

Come on.

- Hey, monkey. - Hey, Ma.

- How you holdin' up? Yeah? - I'm good.

I knew they didn't have shit on you.

I have a clean towel and some warm lunch for you

waitin' inside.

What's going on?

Ma, meet Gavin.

Find him a room.

She's gonna take good care of you.

Hi, precious.

Come here.

Why don't I give you some lunch first, okay?

Yeah? Yeah.

Fatten that baby boy up!

Go inside, hon'.

Come on!

Hey! Leave my fuckin' dog alone!

- He's my fucking dog! - He's a fucking Vinlander.

You wanna fucking go again?

Our ancestors were spilling blood

for the call of the Odin Gods.

And you cocksuckers are acting like a bunch of Mexican faggots

fighting over a burrito.

Who's the retard behind this?

I asked, who's responsible?

- I am. - Why'd you do it?

What're you, fuckin' deaf? Give me a straight answer.

April...

Babs hurt April. I hurt him back.

Well, that makes a lot more sense to me then, huh?

Gavin, Slayer has dishonored himself. Again.

And his Vinlander brothers, because Slayer

is a worthless, fathead fuck sack of shit

who I've been trying to turn into a man

since he was a stupid teenager.

But obviously, I failed.

And for that reason...

Every time Slayer fucks up, I am taxing you

you, you and you a hundred bucks.

Simple as that.

Because in this family, we don't tolerate stupidity.

Got that?

- Yes, sir. - I can't hear you!

- Yes, sir! - Yes, sir!

Now, apologize.

I'm sorry.

Like a real Viking.

Accept my offering, oh, brother.

Hail.

Hail.

Kid's your probate, show him around, guide him.

For the rest of you, dismissed, for now.

Good boy, good boy, good boy.

Hey.

How you guys, uh, how you guys doin'?

Well, you know, we're livin'.

Oh, yeah, well, it was a very cool photo.

Thank you for sending it to me.

Hey! Hey! Desi!

Desi! You let her be. I'm on the fucking phone.

- Is this a bad time? Should I... - Look, I, uh...

I gotta go cook the girls some dinner

before they start stabbin' each other and me.

- So... - You want me to stop by?

I can stop by if you want.

I can bring, uh, you sound like you need a beer.

We can just, uh...

Look, I...

I know it's gonna sound like an excuse, but...

I don't really feel like being nice to anyone right now.

I just fuckin' hate being nice to anybody.

So, let's just sit outside,

we can fucking bitch about life...

Just a couple minutes.

What, you're gonna drive all that way for a couple minutes?

Yeah, I was supposed to be in the neighborhood anyway.

- Oh yeah? - I got a body to bury, so...

So I'll see you later?

Alright, then.

- Uh, gotta go. Gotta go. Bye. - Okay.

- How's Boss, brother? - What's your name?

Gavin.

Gavin, you're the lowest form of life in this club.

My dog holds a higher position than you do.

I'm your senior VP. You don't fucking call me brother.

- You understand? - Yes, sir.

Good, then get the fuck out of here.

Yes, sir.

- Why'd you get in the truck? - Sorry?

You heard me, why the fuck did you get in the truck?

To keep America white. Keep this country pure.

- Earn my patches and... - It's alright, cut that shit.

Cut that shit, what're you doin' here?

- Becomin' a Vinlander. - So you what?

Shaved your head and you got the fuckin' shirt

feel like a man now?

Do you? You feel like a big man?

You gotta stand like a fuckin' Viking.

Stand like a fuckin' Viking, be like a man!

- Yes, sir. - What're you doin' here?

- I was hungry. - You hungry?

Go back to Pennsylvania, you fuckin' idiot.

You wanna go for a walk? Come on, let's go.

Hey, Julie.

- Hey. - How you doin'?

Good.

- What's goin' on? - Behind on the rent again.

Uh, yeah, no. I-I know, I'll, I'll get it to you, I promise.

Look, I got a complaint from one of the neighbors.

You and your girls were at a hate rally.

No, no. No, no, no. It was, it was just a gig, okay?

We're, we're a little short on cash right now, so...

I thought we had an agreement about those gigs.

I don't want any Nazis in my house.

Or in my neighborhood.

You know, people change, Sheryl.

- Bad timing? - Perfect timing for a beer.

- Yeah? - Hm.

Oh.

It's, uh...

It's Boss.

There's the... She could have it with, you know...

When she misses him.

I found it in a gas station.

- Thanks. - Yeah.

What you lookin' at?

You.

Mom! Mom!

Oh, fuck.

Our five minutes are up.

Got more than five minutes.

Okay. Good job. Okay.

Got it on? Breathe. Okay.

Okay. Slow.

Thanks.

Do you have one that you regret?

Some.

- What? You got one you regret? - I...

Hm, maybe.

Let's see it, let's see it, let's see it.

No.

I wanna fuckin' see it. Let's see it.

Fuck. Okay.

Danny Lombardo gave it to me.

Can't even look at it without being sick.

I can fix that for you.

That's fuckin' easy, that's like...

For me, fuckin' bread and butter.

So... when was your first one?

This right here.

This, I got it when I was 14.

And, um... Uh, Fred gave it to me, actually.

- Fred? - Yeah, he, uh-uh...

President of the club, and, um...

So, I was, uh...

I lived with my mom, grow, growin' up, and, uh,

she had a, a drinking problem, she passed away,

and, uh, I moved in with my dad.

Um, he was a fuckin' drinker too.

Fuckin' horrible fuckin' drunk. Horrible. The worst.

And, um, I w-went from, you know,

cleanin' up bottles to havin' 'em thrown at my head.

Running away constantly, uh,

lived on the streets for a while.

And, um, Fred took me in.

Picked me up, put clothes on me,

fed me... got me a job.

Um, I owe him.

- Fuckin' made me, that guy. - I don't know...

And Shareen too, both.

Okay.

- What? - I just...

I think real family don't make you owe shit.

The only responsibility I have...

are those three girls.

I just want 'em to have a better life than I did.

Well, you're a good mom.

I don't know about that.

The fuck are you talkin' about? You...

You're all they have.

- Hm. - Fuck them.

Fuck those people who wanna tell you

what to do and how to raise your own fucking kids.

Fuck them. Fuck 'em!

- Fuck 'em. - Yeah. Fuck 'em.

Fuck 'em. Yeah. Fuck them.

- Fuck 'em. - Fuck 'em.

- What are these scars? - Nothin'.

What do you mean?

- They're fuckin' nothing. Hey. - What are they?

Oh, what? Are we not being honest now?

No, you keep asking, and...

You'll fuckin' find out what they are

if you keep asking stupid fuckin' questions

that's for sure.

- Oh, yeah? - Mm.

- What are you gonna do to me? - I gonna fuckin' cut you.

- With my fuckin' razor. - Hm...

I'm gonna make you bleed.

And then I'm gonna fuckin' lick it off you.

That's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna fuckin' lick it off you.

- Is that a promise? - Yeah, it is.

Yeah?

Ooh.

Desi, I wouldn't be here

if I didn't see potential in this, okay?

- Oh, yeah. - Try it today.

Just, just give me something, yeah?

- I'm trying. - You're not trying.

He's actually trying. Okay, guys!

Come on! Calm down.

She's throwing popcorn at me, I can't help it!

Just try.

- Hot dog. - There she goes again.

And on three, two, one...

Fuck you too, mom.

There you go. That's how you do it.

- I got something for you guys. - Ooh! Oh.

- This is for Iggy Pop. - Yay! Thank you.

- Sierra. - Thank you.

- And Desi. - Thanks.

Open it, open it, open it, open it, open it, open it.

Oh, it's so cute!

What you doin', huh? What you doin'?

I don't think she likes it.

You guys wanna go surfing?

Wow!

I'm gonna show you.

- Drive okay? Yeah? - Yeah.

Good.

This is it.

- Awesome. - It's cool.

Wow. This is incredible.

So what?

Are all these yours?

Yeah, the ones top left. Yes.

- You are talented. - I wouldn't go that far.

- How much do these go for? - Uh, those ones there...

Three-fifty-four, and... Starting from there.

- Wait, seriously? - Uh-huh.

Wow, you must make good money.

Well, it all goes to the club, but on a good day,

bring in about 1200, 1500, somethin' like that.

- Hey, can I get this one? - No.

No, no, we spoke about this. Not till you're 18.

Yeah, I got somethin' for you guys, hang on.

You guys like transfers?

They're like fake tattoos, basically.

Here, Sierra. You try this before?

- Oh, they're pretty. - Just put 'em on your arm...

- Don't fuckin' touch me. - Hey, Des.

- Where you goin'? - Air.

Don't go far, okay? We're leaving in an hour.

- I'm sorry. - Oh, it's alright, it's alright.

- Can you draw? - No.

Oh, I hope you like the rainbow behind it.

I felt so bad when she...

I'm sorry, listen...

- No, I thought it would be cool. - No, ignore it.

She's not a kid anymore.

She had it rough when she was a kid.

Did something happen to her?

Wait, was it that fuckin' douchebag, what's his name?

- Danny Lombardo. - That's the one.

Yeah, a piece of shit to give me that?

What'd he do?

I came home early from work one day,

found him in her room beating the shit out of her.

Told myself no one will ever lay another hand on my kids.

No one.

- Hey, doll, is that car yours? - My mom's.

You're Babs' friend, aren't ya?

- My mom is. - And she dragged you down here?

This is the last place you wanna be stuck in, huh, doll?

- Yeah, kinda. - Yeah.

Are they inside?

Yeah, he's givin' her a tattoo or somethin' retarded.

You're Desiree from Sid's?

Yeah, you've got the voice of an angel, babe.

I'm Shareen. You can call me Ma.

Nice to meet you.

Hey, do you have a lighter?

Hm. Sorry, rude of me.

- You first. - Thanks. I'm not allowed.

What do you mean, you're not allowed?

- Who's not allowing you? - My mom.

Your mom's not allowing you?

I'll tell you what, I'm the owner of this place.

And I'm allowing you to do whatever you want,

so, how about that?

You got very delicate skin.

- Oh, yeah? You like it? - I love it.

Yeah.

What's the verdict?

- It's pretty strong. - Mm.

You like her?

- Yeah, she's cool. - That's Freya.

Goddess of love and death.

You know, she slayed the souls of sinners

killed in battle, so they could feast in Valhalla?

That's how cool she is. Mm-hm.

She's all yours, precious.

- Really? - Mm-hm.

You got her killer eyes and her gorgeous hair.

Thanks.

Shit. I gotta go.

Hey.

First one's on us, doll.

- How're they doin' back there? - I don't know.

- Are they alright? - Yeah, I think they are.

- Come on, go fast! - Go faster!

Hey!

Whoo!

- Ready? - Hands off the wheel!

Not even driving! Not even driving!

Finally.

Think it came out pretty good.

Oh, my God. This is incredible.

- You know what it is? - What?

It's a black bat flower.

It's beautiful.

This is a fuckin' great job, yeah.

Hey. Hey...

You like it?

I like when you're a part of us.

- I wanna be inside you? - Yeah?

Yeah. I wanna be inside you.

Come on. Let's go here.

Ah. This is it.

Iggy, what do you think about my look?

You like it? Maybe should've put some blood on it.

But you're a skeleton, skeletons don't have blood.

Yeah. You girls excited, huh?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Looks good.

Just your friendly neighborhood documentarian.

It's the Antifa welcoming party.

- Shut the fuck up, Jenkins. - Alright.

Y'all have a nice day now.

- Put this on. - Okay.

Got it? Hold my hand.

Happy Halloween!

- How y'all doin'? - Hey, don't film the kid.

Hey. Oh, shit, is that you, Babs?

Goddamn, what the hell?

Oh, shit. Hey, who's this pretty lady?

- Hey, what's your name, huh? - Just keep walking.

Listen, how you been? I want to talk to you, man.

Oh! You know white boys can't jump.

Stop that shit.

Come on, Babs.

So, you're a family man now?

Listen, talk to me, Babs, yeah.

You need my help? Huh?

You need my help? Come on, man.

Hey, hey! Come on, man!

Come on, Babs, you know, the bad kids

ain't gonna like it.

You know what kinda people they are.

You got a heart, you ain't like them, Babs.

I still love you, Babs!

Anytime you need me, baby, I'm right here. You hear me?

Just up here, keep goin'.

Here it is.

- Hey, monkey. - Hey, Ma.

Look at you! You're looking fabulous.

- You like it? - I love it.

- Oh, I love it. - How you been?

- Good. - I want you to meet some people.

- This is Iggy. - Hi.

- Desi, Sierra. - Hi.

Yeah, hey, Des.

This is their mom, Julie.

Hey. Heard a lot about you.

I bet you have.

Hey, girls, why don't you join the rest of the kids?

Go grab a torch, burn the Jihadi.

Uh, no. We're not into that anymore, sorry.

You're not into Halloween?

- We're into candy. - Okay, you into hot dogs?

Roger's roasted some wieners, go get some!

Here, take this Go pass that around.

- Come this way. - Take him, honey.

Get me a beer.

Eenie, meenie, miney, mo.

Little piggy Iggy wiggy.

How long you and, uh, Babs been in, uh, communication?

Uh, we've been together for a couple of months.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

'Cause I know my son and he ain't there for the long run.

- Trust me. - It's good to know.

♪ Come upstairs girl ♪

♪ And have a drink of champagne ♪

♪ What's your name little girl? ♪

♪ What's your name? ♪

♪ Little girl ♪

Uh-huh. Woo-hoo!

♪ Little girl ♪

Whoo!

♪ Little girl ♪♪

I know what you do.

Sending your little angels out

to hunt our men for your husband collection.

- Who the fuck are you? - What are you doing?

- Go back inside. Go back inside! - You make me sick!

This fucking cow?

Are you gonna eat him?

Get the fuck outta my face or I'll rip your head off.

You really think Babs buys your shit?

He just wants to know what fat pussy smells like.

- Fuck you! - Hey! Hey! Hey!

- Fuck! - Stop. Stop!

Get him, mom!

Hey! Hey, get off. Get off.

Desi, take your sisters upstairs.

We'll be there in a minute.

Look...

I like you.

I like...

I like how you treat my girls, but...

I'm not doing this again.

We've gone too far, I'm not...

I'm not putting them back in this shit.

I'm not doing it. I won't have 'em around it.

You're better than those racist shitheads.

This is my family.

And I know that they're, um...

It's not normal.

But this is what I have.

But I want you...

And I would never let anything happen

to those girls, ever.

Swear to me.

Fuck.

I'm gonna get round your mouth, right?

- Uh, right there? - Uh-huh.

- Is it cold? - Mm-hm.

Uh, so, what was your favorite candy that you ate?

Um...

Lollipop.

It's not comin' off!

You gotta do it harder.

Get in there.

Is it true, what Desi said?

I don't know. What did Desi say?

That you're an evil man.

I don't know.

Maybe you're an evil man.

Maybe you're an evil man.

Yeah. Yep.

Did I wake you up, princess?

No, no. What's going on?

Get your ass outta bed.

Get a move. Now.

I'll be right there, okay?

Give me two secs.

See ya.

Hey, baby. What are you doing, what are you doing up?

- What's going on? - Go back to sleep.

What's going on?

Fred, he called a last minute meeting.

So, I'm gonna...

- It's like three a.m. - I know.

It's not gonna last very long,

so why don't you go back to bed?

I was trying not to wake you up.

No-no-no, what, where...

No, it's just gonna be a quick little meeting.

I'll be back before you wake up.

Are they here?

You fucking kidding me?

Give me a break, just go back to...

- Hey! - What?

Call them, tell them you're not going.

- I can't. - Are you serious right now?

You fucking liar.

Girls! We're going.

- Get up, Iggy. Now. - Julie, what are you doing?

We're leaving. Get up, get up.

Stop, will you talk to me for a second, please?

- Iggy, now! - What's going on?

- Get your stuff. - What happened? What happened?

- What did he do to you? - It doesn't matter.

- What did he do to you? - Just get your stuff. Take this.

Take this. I'm done talking to you.

I have to, I have to...

I'm an idiot, what am I doing?

What was I thinking? I should've done it!

- Come here. Come here. - Here, take this.

Mom, tell me what's going on?

Just take this, take this...

- Mom, what's happening? - Mom!

Get off of her! Get off of her.

- Iggy, go. Go. - Why are you doing this?

- Go. Iggy, Iggy, go. - Julie.

- Iggy. No! - Julie!

- I wanna stay with Boss! - Get off of me.

Iggy, I know, baby.

You have to go. Go. Take her downstairs now.

- Julie... please. - No. No-no-no. No-no-no.

I came here for you, for this!

It's not gonna change our fucking lives!

Julie! Fuck.

Julie.

Stop. Stop, stop. Fuck. Stop!

Hey. Hey!

Come back, Julie!

You have to trust somebody at some point, you know that.

Yeah, it sure as hell ain't starting with you.

The fuck was that back there?

We got in a fight. It's none of your fuckin' business.

You ain't got time for that shit.

Hey, did she tell you her old man

back in Wisconsin was with the Klan in the old days?

She tell you that?

She didn't mention that to me, no.

Yeah, he was a goddamned rat.

Dropped the patch.

What's the kid doin' here?

He's earnin' his reds tonight.

- Aren't you, son? - Yes, sir.

Hey, Gavin, why don't you give Babs a beer?

Loosen the fuck up.

Alright, let's go. Go.

Fuck outta here! Let's go! Move, let's go!

Come on, come on, move it, man!

Go, go, go, go on.

Shit!

What the fuck is wrong with you? Gimme that!

One People's.

You have a collect call from...

Bryon Widner.

To accept this call, press one.

Hello?

Hey, how you doin'? Can you hear me?

- It's me. - I'm listening.

Listen, I, uh, I quit.

How do I know you're telling the truth?

You really think I'd be calling you

if I was still in this shit?

That kid from the rally, is he okay?

Why do you wanna know?

Because I feel fuckin' sick about what I did.

Yeah, you should.

That's a start.

Let's just say he's got some, uh, good people around him.

I tried burnin' my fuckin' face off.

That didn't work.

I don't know what to do.

Look, you know I can help you but it ain't for free.

I need information.

About your Viking family.

Hey, girls, don't forget to pack the closet, okay?

- Okay. - Yeah.

Boss!

Mom, can we get this thing out of here?

You look like shit.

I just came to say that I'm sorry.

- And? - And we took off.

We left. It was just him and these bags.

That's it. That's all I got.

Yeah, well, I don't trust you.

I get it, but I'm gonna do whatever it takes...

to prove it to you I'm not gonna fuck it up again.

I'm not.

- No. - Julie. Hey, wait!

Julie! Julie, wait! Julie!

We burned down a mosque in Toledo.

And there was people inside. And it felt fuckin' sick.

It felt fuckin' wrong.

I just want it all to be fuckin' over.

I am never fucking goin' back there, ever.

I am out.

What are Ma and Pa gonna think about that?

Real family don't make you owe shit.

Don't...

Don't do that!

Don't do it!

One, two, three, four.

♪ Came down from the mountain ♪

♪ Crossed the waters ♪

♪ To a foreign shore ♪

♪ Sat down by the kitchen ♪

♪ Spying through the open door ♪

♪ Walked around the prison yard ♪

♪ Just trying to hide the past ♪

♪ There were phantoms all around me ♪

♪ That left my mind aghast ♪

♪ And the rain came and washed away ♪

♪ The watercolors of my dreams ♪

♪ And the same day I walked away ♪

♪ From the emptiness of what I'd seen ♪

♪ I couldn't cheer up your sorrow ♪

♪ Or cleanse you with my tears ♪

♪ Your half-forgotten notions ♪

♪ Of love were insincere ♪

♪ And the rain came and washed away ♪

♪ The watercolors of my dreams ♪

♪ And the same day I walked away ♪

♪ From the emptiness of what I'd seen ♪

♪ I guess it's not that easy ♪

♪ It really seems unreal ♪

♪ That the thunder of my emotion ♪

♪ Lightning cold as steel ♪

♪ And the rain came and washed away ♪

♪ The watercolors of my dreams ♪

♪ And the same day I walked away ♪

♪ From the emptiness of what I'd seen ♪

♪ And the rain came and washed away ♪

♪ The watercolors of my dreams ♪

♪ And the same day I walked away ♪

♪ From the emptiness of what I'd seen ♪♪

- Bryon Widner. - Uh, yeah, it's me.

Can I be honest?

You're on the FBI watch list.

I-I just don't...

I can't help you.

- Nothing? - No.

Like nothing.... There's nothing at all in the system?

There's nothing I can do?

Hey.

Thanks.

I just wanna say, uh, thanks so much for helpin' us out.

- I appreciate it. - It's workin' out, right?

- All good. Yeah. - Good.

- What's going on? - I tried calling you.

- You didn't answer. - Oh, I didn't hear it.

- Hail, mother earth. - Hi, Ma.

You look like shit, sweetie.

Hey.

Come on, relax.

Nick, get him a beer. Sit down.

Freddy, did you see this?

Oh, my...

I fuckin' knew there was a wedding.

I knew it. I told you.

Right?

It smells so shitty in here.

Hi, baby. Stop it! You!

Stop being so cute. Cutie.

Hey, Des.

♪ Desi wezi fo-fezi ♪

♪ Fi-fa-fo-fe ♪♪

What the fuck does she feed you? Crackers? Just...

So, you're, uh, shoveling snow now, huh?

Is that it?

It's just a temp job, you know?

But y-you got a job. You tat people, we pay for it.

Well, now, the plan is to open my own tattoo shop soon, so...

- Really? That's the plan? - Working for that, yeah.

Honey, you ain't built to run your own business.

Baby, you're an artist.

Who you basically use for your own...

I wasn't talking to you, was I? I was talking to my son.

You're not even his real fuckin' mother.

- Julie. - Do I even fucking know you?

Oh, yeah, hey. Nice to meet you. I'm Julie, Bryon's wife.

- Remember? - Yeah?

What kind of wife sends her husband

to pick up shit with illegals in the middle of...

The same fucking wife

who has to make a living.

You're gonna let her trash-talk

your mother like that?

Pa, you think you can give us a minute?

Please.

What the fuck? Why the fuck are they here?

- I don't know. - What the hell?

- I'm calling the cops. - Don't call the cops.

- Why not? - Just let me talk to 'em.

Let me find out what they want. Just take the kids to school.

- I'm not leaving you alone. - I dunno what's gonna happen.

I don't know what they're gonna do.

You need to get the kids and get outta here.

- It's not safe for them here. - Fuck.

Let's go.

- I'll be fine. - You fuckin' better be.

You come back to me, okay?

I promise I'll be alright.

- Hurry. - Bye, bye, Iggy.

I'll see you guys after, okay?

Nick.

Hey.

- Come on, you know the drill. - Yup.

Just for security reasons, you know?

- So what, are you dodging us? - Nope.

You left the shop. You don't answer your phone.

You don't show up at meetings anymore.

You haven't paid your dues. I don't even know if you remember.

- What do you call that? - I was just here.

I was working my ass off.

Working your ass off.

We think it's time for you to come back home, kiddo.

You drive down here to tell me that?

No.

You see, the cops back home, they found

four illegals hiding in the field behind that mosque.

Now, it turns out, they were working construction that day,

sleeping inside a storage room

inside the mosque when we burned it down.

But somehow they got away. Fuckin' miracle, right?

All the boys, they say you were the last to leave.

Mm-hm.

All I wanna know, Babs, is...

What the hell is going on?

What do you mean?

Because we got the Feds

showin' up at the shop

and six Jihadis runnin'

around town jeopardizing an entire movement.

I didn't see any fucking illegals.

- If I saw any fuckin' illegals... - You're lying.

- I didn't see any illegals. - You're a fucking liar!

No, no, no, because I had to burn the motherfuckers alive.

- He's lying. - Are you... Are you crazy?

- And this fucking wedding. - Oh, my God.

This whole shit! It's a fucking cover!

She's my wife! A cover? Are you fucking insane?

You've been listening to this little bitch?

He can't even fuckin' read.

You don't like the fuckin' match

because your hands were shaking...

Alright, no, no, no! Ey, settle down!

- Fucking stop! - Sit down!

I want a word with my son.

Get the fuck out.

You can't keep runnin' away from us like that.

You can't. You can't do that.

Pa needs you. I need you.

- I'm not going back. - No, you have no choice.

- I'm not going back. - Otherwise...

They're gonna think you're hiding...

I fucking live here!

This is my fucking family!

I'm done with this crap! I'm not gonna be like that anymore.

- Son? - Hm.

I promise you... I will not let them touch my baby boy.

Okay? I promise you that.

But I am so scared for these girls.

Look familiar?

Shut the fuck up!

I never fuckin' seen this...

They eyeballed your ass, Babs.

- They can't testify. - I've never seen this...

I've never seen these people before in my life.

- Take it, Babs. - I swear to God.

- I've never seen these... - Take this screwdriver.

And finish 'em off.

- Come on. - Are you fuckin' dumb?

Hm? Take a closer look 'cause they definitely saw you.

They're fucking kids. That's a kid.

What are you talking about? They're Hajis.

Clean up your fucking mess.

I'm not doin' it. I'm not...

Go ahead.

I'm not fuckin' doin' it! You're gonna have to kill me!

Go ahead! Do it!

Go ahead, just fuckin' do it.

Just fuckin' do it 'cause I'm not doin' that.

Go ahead.

You fuckin' pig.

Whatever!

Fucking Christ! What the fuck are you doing?

Oh! Oh, fuck!

Fuck me. That little bitch isn't dead.

Get up and finish your fucking mess.

Oh, you fuckin' piece of shit.

Get the fuck up and finish the fucking job!

Get up, you little faggot!

Fuck you! You fucking piece of shit!

Fuck you! Fuck you! Fucking number two!

Fuck you! You fucking little shit! Fuck...

Babs! Babs!

What the fuck, Slayer?

Alright, I think we get the point.

Alan, Nick, take Babs in.

Finish off the Hajis and burn 'em.

Let's wrap this fucking party up and go home.

Nobody fucking move. Get back in the truck.

What?

You made the fucking rules, boss.

Babs dropped the fucking patch.

Bryon has to go.

He'll go when I decide.

I'm not your fuckin' monkey.

And I'm tired of you calling me stupid names.

And backing up with this fucking traitor!

Slayer, I hear you. I know you're angry.

Let's, let's just go home and solve this.

Okay, pumpkin?

Please, put the gun down.

I hear you. I know you're angry.

You know what?

It's time for the old fuck and her majesty to step down

and let the young folk take the lead.

You boys?

Because we cannot stand your fucking attitude anymo...

Congratulations, son, you just earned yourself a second patch.

Kid's got more balls than the rest of you fucking faggots.

Alright, clean it up.

Oh, God! Bryon? Baby?

Listen, I can't really talk.

He's at Toledo Hope.

Get here fast before they kill him.

Get here. Get here now.

I've only been to a hospital two times in my life,

the day I was born and the day Ma went into labor.

When finally I got here...

I just knew it was over.

No heartbeat.

No nothin'.

And Ma...

She had to go through labor

and deliver a still baby

with the cord wound around his neck.

Took us a whole year to get back to ourselves.

We didn't dare get attached to

anything that was ours again.

Babs, you're more than a son to us.

Ma and I, we made a real investment in you.

But in this business...

you've gotta stay focused

or... fall...

right down the rabbit hole.

You're still breathing because I own you.

And every inch of ink on you.

The only way anyone else gets access to your trophies

is if I ask them out myself.

So who is it?

Feds? Jenkins?

SPLC?

What'd you give 'em, son?

Hm? Hm?

What do they know about us? Huh?

What do they know?

Bryon Widner.

Oh, baby.

Hey.

Hey.

- Hey. - Mm-hm.

I'm here. I'm here.

Here. Here.

Here.

- Are you sure? - Mm.

- Babs? - Just Bryon, yeah.

I don't really go by Babs anymore.

Oh, good. Never liked that name no way.

Look.

I wanna help.

But the Feds need your full cooperation

on this thing, Bryon.

Okay? There ain't no deal without it.

I just wanna know where we're gonna go,

where we're gonna live. Where the... What about the girls?

Look, man, look, all of that

is classified, okay?

Even I won't know unless you want me to.

Well, what about school for the girls?

- They will be taken care of. - I see.

I promise you that.

It's been a hard time.

I mean, yeah, especially for...

- The little one. - Yeah.

Well, look, man.

Look, you have an out, Bryon.

I can help you.

Your birth certificate and your arrest sheet

will be the only signs that you are still alive.

Alright?

Other than that, you'd just be

some... average nobodies in this country.

I'm not exactly fucking average, I mean, look at me.

You've got a point there.

Okay.

Here's the thing.

I wasn't gonna say anything

because I didn't wanna get your hopes up.

Alright?

There's this wealthy old lady that works with the SPLC.

Now... she's been working there for years.

They asked her if she'd put up the money

to remove the tattoos from your face.

She heard about your story. She was moved.

We'll have another meeting. They're gonna talk to her.

She said she may be interested.

Now, again... It's, it's a chance.

Who is she?

Keeps it anonymous.

I understand the place you're in right now. I do.

See this? Defiant Nation '92.

- No shit. - Yeah.

And if I told my old lady I wanted out,

she would have told everyone else

and they would have murdered me and my kids.

So what did I do?

I kidnapped my own sons

and I filed for legal custody

and I started talking.

Now, I didn't even have what you got here.

When?

Be at this hotel tomorrow night.

It's an eight-hour drive.

Under the name "Manning."

It's safe. Talk to no one, okay?

I gotta go.

What if I take all this stuff off

and I'm still a piece of shit?

There's only one way to find out.

Is there anything else for the girls?

There's a box for the girls here.

What about Boss's box? Do you have that?

Uh, what do... H-he needs to go out. Did he go out yet?

- I thought you took him out. - I didn't take him out.

Okay, he's with the girls. I'll grab him.

Come on, Boss, let's pee in the night. Come on.

Good boy. Let's go. Good boy.

Come on.

Go get it, go get it.

- Okay, this box is done. - Babe...

Girls! Girls!

Get to the bathroom now. Just like the drills.

Oh, my God.

Julie...

You okay?

Stay down! Stay down!

- Mommy! Mommy! - Come on, now.

Hold it, stay there! Stay there...

Baby, where are you? Oh, God.

Bryon... Bryon, where is she?

- Baby! - Get back, get back.

You're okay, you're okay.

Remember that time I took you to that restaurant?

And this started happening, I took you outside

and we-we were on the bench.

And it worked, right?

Okay, okay, let's do that again.

Here, let's do that again.

You got it? Okay.

Oh, you got... You okay?

You feeling better? Yeah?

Okay.

- You guys okay? - Yeah.

- Yeah? You sure? - Yeah, I'm fine.

Okay. Okay. Sierra?

Oh, Jesus Christ.

No. No, no, no, no, no, no.

Motherfuckers.

Fuck!

No, go-go back inside. Go...

Don't let the kids come out. Go ba...

- Go back inside! - Desiree!

Desiree, get the girls inside!

Get them inside!

Oh, shi... Shit! Fuck!

Oh, I'll fuckin' kill...

Oh, I'll fuckin' kill...

Fuck you!

You fucking cowards!

I got you, baby.

Yeah, I got you.

I got you.

We're gonna be okay. Okay, baby?

I don't know what we're gonna do.

It's okay.

Wait, there.

Wait.

You okay?

Okay.

Hey. Hey, baby.

You okay? Come here.

Oh...

Okay.

Okay?

Don't answer it! Don't a... Do-don't pick it up.

Don't pick it up. Leave it. Leave it. Leave it.

- Babe, I know... - Let it ring, let it ring.

- Don't pick it up. - I know.

Just let it go. Let it, let it ring.

Hey, what are you doin'?

The pool.

Half an hour only, okay? Stay where we can see you.

Be right back.

- Desi. Desi, get out. - What for?

Just get out, I need to talk to you.

Where'd you get that tattoo?

- Black Eye Social. - You're lying.

- I know what that means... - What are you talking about?

- This is Freya. - So who you talking to?

I'd never get one of your stupid designs.

No, no, no, no, no...

It's a Norse Goddess, you idiot.

Are you talking to them? Is that how they know... How th...

- Is that how they... - I didn't do anything wrong.

Is that why they keep showing up...

I'm not lying, I didn't do anything wrong.

- Who did that to you? - I didn't do anything wrong.

- Hmm? - Black Eye Social.

I didn't do anything wrong.

It's a Norse Goddess.

Hey! Bryon!

If you can tell me where we're going...

Help!

- Is that why they keep... - Help!

- Get off me! - Stay there, baby.

- Ah! He's hurting me. - Hey, buddy, you're hurting her.

I'll fucking kill you, huh?

You're gonna fucking get in the middle of this, huh?

You wanna fucking get in the middle of shit, do you?

Fucking stay right there!

Fuck!

Fucking telling you this is what

they fucking do, okay? No...

Get away from her!

- Stop! - She's a teenager!

Why do you think they keep showing up?

I don't care. I don't fucking care.

Get away. Get away from us.

You're fucking insane. You're crazy.

She's terrified of the...

I got her that fucking tat.

Wait, I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry, I didn't... - Get away!

I told you...

You fucking lay a hand on my kid...

You lay a hand on my child, I'll fucking kill you.

I told you. It's fuckin' over.

Get away from us. Get away from...

- Sorry that I put a hand... - I will fucking kill you.

I didn't mean to, I was tryin' to...

I was tryin' to get her to understand.

We could've all fuckin' died, Julie.

- We almost fucking did die. - It's over.

- We almost died... - Get the fuck out of our lives!

Fuck you! Fuck you!

Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck! Fuckin' stop!

Fuckin' stop it!

Fuckin' stop!

Fuckin' stop!

Gavin!

Stop or I'll shoot.

Stop right now!

Gavin!

You ready?

- You alright? - I, uh...

I don't know if I can do this.

Show everyone what I've been seein'.

I'm gonna wait for you outside.

Thank you, man.

This is not their town.

This is not their town!

This is not their park.

This is not their park!

This is not their state.

This is not their state!

This is not their society.

This is not their society!

This is not their decision.

This is not their decision!

And from the bottom of my heart,

I just, I really wanna say thank you.

You've given...

You guys have given me my life back.

Subtitles by explosiveskull www.OpenSubtitles.org

♪ Came down from the mountain ♪

♪ Crossed the waters to a foreign shore ♪

♪ Sat down by the kitchen ♪

♪ Spying through the open door ♪

♪ Walked around the prison yard ♪

♪ Just tryin' to hide the past ♪

♪ There were families all around me now ♪

♪ That left my mind aghast ♪

♪ And the rain came and washed away ♪

♪ The watercolors of my dreams ♪

♪ And the same day I walked away ♪

♪ From the emptiness of what I'd seen ♪

♪ I couldn't share your sorrow ♪

♪ Or cleanse you with my tears ♪

♪ Your half-full guiding notions ♪

♪ Of love were insincere ♪

♪ And the rain came and washed away ♪

♪ The watercolors of my dreams ♪

♪ And the same day I walked away ♪

♪ From the emptiness of what I'd seen ♪

♪ I guess it's not that easy ♪

♪ It really seems unreal ♪

♪ The thunder of my emotion ♪

♪ Lyin' cold as steel ♪

♪ And the rain came and washed away ♪

♪ The watercolors of my dreams ♪

♪ And the same day I walked away ♪

♪ From the emptiness of what I'd seen ♪

♪ And the rain came and washed away ♪

♪ The watercolors of my dreams ♪

♪ And the same day I walked away ♪

♪ From the emptiness ♪♪