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People never think about the cruelty of the Bible,

the violence.

We teach children with hand puppets and coloring books

some of the bloodiest stories

and then tell them

that it all means we should love each other.

That's what some would call a paradox.

What does anyone who's known that kind of violence

understand about love?

When Samson tied 300 foxes together

and lit them on fire.

Killed a thousand men with a donkey jawbone.

A thousand.

Pushed a temple over after his eyes were put out.

'Course Samson was the lucky one.

In the end, he didn't have to see the monster he became.

A man can only see so much darkness

before he goes blind.

Charlie boy!

Who's this?

- Oh, that's Bruce. - Bruce?

You know, they say food tastes different on the outside, Bruce.

What you say?

Shit, I don't know.

I try not to eat prison food on the outside.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

Hey, Tara.

Brad.

What are you -- a produce manager now?

I'm a whatever-needs-to-get- done-around-here manager.

Fruit ain't gonna stock itself.

Oh, I hear that.

So, did you hear about Morgan's baby?

We got a call she wanted to deliver at home.

Kid started coming out, but it was breeched.

We tried to turn it around.

Yeah, she pushed it through, though, but the head

got caught up,

squished like an avocado.

Baby's fine now, but it's got a...

big ol' dent.

Kinda looks like the baby's got

a little ashtray on its forehead.

- Brad, just... - Well, what?

You know Morgan. I thought you'd want to -- Oh!

You sure you don't want a bigger one of those?

It's for Engels here.

Keeps parking the patrol car behind Sammy's to catnap.

I told you -- I'm not napping. I'm meditating.

Anyway, I was telling your daughter about Morgan's kid

and how it looks like she's got a little baby ashtray

- on her face. - That's great.

- Baby ashtray face. - Perfect, Brad.

Right?

What?

Listen. Um...

...your mother's cooking dinner this Thursday.

Be -- Be nice to see you there.

Yeah.

Well, he's always welcome at the house.

You know that.

Yeah, I know.

Honey, I just want you to be happy.

We're fine.

Okay.

Hey.

Bye, Dad.

So, uh...

how about one for the deputy?

No? Okay.

Bye, Officers.

You're home late.

Yeah.

Got caught up at Flynn's.

Sal needed a lift again.

Marlene read him the riot act when you dropped him off?

I did not stick around to hear that.

Pork chops were half price, so I bought extra.

Don't fill up on beer.

What did you say?

Nick.

Mm.

Come on. I got dinner to make.

Mm.

The pork chops are gonna be cold.

Oh, yeah?

I love cold pork chops.

Mm.

You guys are pretty close with this Nick fella, huh?

Were.

Ah.

Three of us...

...we were gonna go down to Mexico.

Buy us an orange grove.

Sit around, drinking tequila.

Fucking señoritas while the greasers picked them for us.

- You know, Bruce... - Huh?

...if things work out...

...you might be able to come with.

Yeah.

That'd be, uh...

That'd be real special.

You know, not that it matters --

I mean, the job's a job...

...but, um...

...what happened?

Well, you know what they say about plans.

Yeah.

Shit happens.

Forchet?

Good to put a face to the voice.

You get it?

About that.

Yeah, the man you're looking for,

he isn't the easiest fella to find.

You get my address?

More or less. I got anaddress.

But, uh... thing is,

with travel expenses,

2 grand's just not gonna cut it.

We had a deal.

That wasthe deal.

I'm gonna need another 2 grand.

Another 2 grand?

Hmm.

See, a man in prison

pays you to find another man...

...4 grand just feels right.

I think I'm well within my bounds to renegotiate.

I don't got it.

Well...

you look like a resourceful man.

I'll wait.

That's $2,000.

You take it.

You give me that address.

Well, I'll tell you what.

I'm-a cut you a deal, alright?

Aaaahhh!

Motherfucker!

We made a deal.

Fuck!

Give me the address.

Give me it.

Here.

Let go. Ow.

Aah, aah!

Shit.

Where to?

Head toward 61.

Fucking Marlene, man.

What's that?

Tuna. That's what that is.

- Yeah? - Yeah, every damn day, man.

I ask for something different, what does she give me? Tuna.

It's like she's fucking with me, man.

Like, Mexican tuna, Japanese tuna...

American tuna. I don't know, man.

- Hey, Sal! - Yeah?

I got a shift open this weekend.

Are you interested?

No, man. Can't do it. Working on Jordan's cabin again.

- We got rained out. - Right, right, yeah.

Building Noah's ark, right? Mm-hmm.

Enjoy that hunting trip.

Oh, no. No, that's just work. I swear.

Alright.

Don't be coming next week begging for a shift

'cause you got rained out. You understand me?

Yeah, boss.

You can take that shift if you want, man.

I can work on the cabin myself. Make it 50/50.

No, man.

Five days a week in this place is enough for me.

Besides, I want to go hunting.

Hey, man, that reminds me.

- John asked if he could come. - What'd you tell him?

No, I told him to fuck off, man.

There's not enough room in the truck.

- Seriously? - Yeah. If we go hunting,

I don't want to deal with him.

Did you tell him about your gun?

- No. - Why not?

I owe him money, man.

Frank, do you copy?

Go ahead, Brad.

Hey, I'm taking off.

Garrett's on, so I'll see you tomorrow.

Copy that. See you tomorrow.

You make sure Sal pays you back some

when you get paid for this job.

I will.

What?

You.

Sometimes I think your mind's a million miles away.

You sure you're gonna be alright,

me being gone all weekend?

Yeah, I'll be fine.

I promise.

Marlene might come over later, maybe watch a movie...

if she gets someone to watch the kids.

You got, um... Jordan's number, right?

- If you need to get in touch? - I've got it taken care of.

I will be fine.

Go. Have fun.

Something for the way up.

Thanks, baby.

You got enough food?

Just what's in the cooler.

Well, if you get some time, bring them back full.

Alright.

I better go get Sal before Marlene locks him in the house.

Alright, love you.

You too.

You be back here by Sunday,

- or I won't be. - Yep. Yeah, yeah.

Make sure you pay attention when you're working.

You can't fix chairs if you're missing a finger.

I know. I'm gonna try not to poke an eye out either.

Hey, you look at me.

You're gonna be super-cool to your mom, right?

That's right. You help her out, whatever she needs.

And you. You're just -- You're perfect.

- Yeah, you're alright. - Mm.

Feed her this time.

Yeah, I'll make sure to do that.

Okay. Alright, bye!

Love you! See you Sunday!

Make sure he stays out of trouble, Nick.

- Will do. - Bye.

Oh, let's get the fuck out of here.

I don't know how you guys do it, man.

Hard liquor.

Unh-unh.

- We don't serve your kind here. - Oh, yeah? What's that?

- Smart, handsome men? - JORDAN:

You got the "men" part right.

- How's it going, buddy? - How's my cabin coming?

I don't know. I guess we'll see it when we get up there.

How's it hanging, Sal?

South.

As always, man. Just don't get up like it used to.

Yeah, I hear you.

What are you ladies drinking?

Oh, anything cold.

On the house.

Hear, hear.

Appreciate it.

How Tara doing?

Yeah, she's -- she's doing alright.

Keeping busy.

- How you doing? - I'm alright.

You still got a phone back there?

Yeah, come on back.

Tell Tara I said "hello."

Will do.

Uh, hey, babe.

It's me. We just, uh -- just got to Jordan's.

We're about to head out to the cabin in a little bit.

Not sure where you are. I --

- Nick. - Tara?

Hey, sorry. I was in the shower.

I heard the machine cut on.

It's alright.

Yeah, we just made it out here a little bit ago.

Just sitting at Jordan's having a couple.

Oh.

Having a couple.

You be careful in the dark.

Especially on those roads.

I will.

You eat dinner yet?

Yeah.

Finished the quiche.

Oh, um...

Jordan says "hi."

That's sweet. You tell him I said "hi" back.

Yeah, I will.

What was that?

Oh, I'm making a pie.

Okay.

In case Marlene comes by.

Speak of the devil.

I gotta go.

Alright.

- I love you. - Yeah, I love you, too.

I'm coming!

Hold on a goddamn moment, Marlene.

Hey, man, she left you yet?

You tell her I said "hello"?

Yep.

She said "hi" back.

You tell her I said "hi"?

Hell no.

What?

Hey, man, you'd think I wouldn't have to ask. You'd just tell me.

This shit, man?

That's a big motherfucker, man. Looks like it hurt.

Big-ass scar.

Fell down.

Fuck you, man.

Yeah.

Hey, I'm serious, though, man.

I was just hanging out with the wrong guys for a while.

We were sort of like a...

I don't know what you call it.

Didn't add up to anything good, that's for sure.

The fuck kind of answer is that, man?

My dad and Jordan went back quite a ways,

and he's the one that introduced me to Junior.

I figured it was better to, you know...

start new somewhere where I knew a couple people.

Then I met Tara.

That was it. That sealed the deal.

You married right with that one, man.

I mean, at least your father-in-law

can get you out of tickets.

Mine just kicks me in the teeth.

Yeah, well, we got something in common on that one.

- Want one? - Yeah.

I got one, too, you know?

What's that?

Check that out. See that right there?

Oh, shit. Where'd you pick that up?

- Marlene. - Marlene?

Actually, that was her ex-husband.

I mean, technically, it was her husband at the time.

Wait. So you broke up a marriage?

No, no, no. Wait a minute.

Wasn't like that, man.

She had one foot out of the door already.

When she came in the upholstery store,

asked to have her recliner done,

she was just radiating that energy she has, man.

I was done, man. Took one look at her. That was it.

Of course, now that I think about it,

getting her pregnant before she was divorced

probably sped some things up a little bit, but...

He didn't take too kindly to that, and he came in

and hit me in the head with a tire iron one day.

Yeah, yeah. I was out for 20 minutes.

Woke up. About 15 stitches and...

- No shit. - I don't really remember much,

but it's kinda fucked up, if you ask me.

Marlene and I got married a few weeks later.

And she's been around ever since.

What happened to the husband?

He went inside for about four months.

Got married in prison, actually.

So I don't feel too bad.

Hey, man.

Here's to finding the one that'll fuck you rotten

and then cook you breakfast afterwards.

She fucks you rotten, huh?

No, not really, man, but one out of two ain't bad.

Yeah.

Afternoon.

How's it coming?

We're gonna need another weekend at it, but it's coming along.

- What you got there? - Popped a couple doves.

I thought you might want to smoke some.

Oh, man.

Speaking to my soul now.

Hey, can I use your phone again?

Yeah, of course. Come on.

I want marshmallows!

No more marshmallows for you.

- It's too much sugar. - Just one?

No, ma'am. You are not...

Hi. You've reached the Porters.

We're not home right now.

So if you could please leave a message,

we'll get back to you as soon as possible. Okay?

Hey, Nick.

Come on, man. Damn.

Marlene's gonna whup my ass if I'm late.

Come on, man. Let's go.

Yeah. Yeah, let's hit the road.

Yeah.

I just called your place.

Nobody answered.

No?

Nobody?

Well, she usually gives them a bath right about now.

Who knows? Maybe she's drowning them.

Might have finally cracked.

Alright, man. Tomorrow morning.

Yup.

- Aah! - Whoa, whoa!

- Damn it! - Put it down, Nick.

- Fuck! - Put it down.

He shot me!

- Fuck. - He did.

Put it down. Put it down.

Nick.

Fuck!

Aah!

She drew on us first, Nick.

It's the truth.

Just take a load off, son.

That's for breaking my heart.

And Charlie's.

Ah, but that's in the past now. It's...

It is so good to see you, Nick.

I got a question for you, though.

You got any ice cream?

Hmm?

I mean, initially, when we came in,

the little lady, the missus was making a pie,

and we got it back in the fridge.

I mean, doesn't that sound normal?

Pie and ice cream?

- Yep. - SLOAN:

You wouldn't happen to have any butter pecan, would you?

Nick?

Go see if he's got any ice cream.

Seriously? I'm fucking bleeding out here.

I gotta get this looked at.

What'd you think you were gonna do?

You were gonna put on a mask

and make believe you were normal?

Hmm?

It wasn't gonna catch up to you?

You killed her

the minute you put that ring on her little finger.

It's kind of ironic, isn't it, Charlie?

That's what I'd call it, yeah.

Nicholas...

...we're the only family you got.

We're the only ones who will ever understand you

for what you are.

We were a fucking family.

And you tried to kill us.

It's actually pretty funny.

They actually have butter pecan.

Hey, hey, Bruce...

shut up.

When we first showed up, man,

we were here for, what, two days?

We were here, talking. Talking about...

about the weather

and all kinds of shit with the little lady, with Tara.

Tara is her name, right?

Washer name.

Man, you should've seen her.

She wouldn't shut the fuck up, man.

She was asking us all kinds of questions.

Real inquisitive.

And then she told us about the money.

Imagine that. She told us that you said that you, uh...

you inherited the money.

Who the fuck is leaving you any money?

Who does that to their wife?

Who lies to their wife like that?

What kind of man does that, Nick?

Did you use our money to buy this place, Nick?

Because that's what she told us.

Shit.

Doesn't matter.

Doesn't matter anymore.

You should've just fucking come to us.

Hey!

God damn it, Bruce!

Fucking lunged at him!

He lunged at you.

Nick.

Oh, fuck.

Nick.

Nick, Nick, Nick, Nick.

Now, boy...

...I guess this is what you'd call closure.

Nick, I'm sorry.

Bastard.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Dr. Hobbs, call Cancer Research.

Dr. Hobbs, call Cancel Research.

Don't struggle.

Hm.

How long have I been here?

I always knew you were trouble, Nick.

I shouldn't have left.

I told you to stay away from my daughter.

But you didn't.

Told her not to marry you, but she did.

Said I didn't know you like she did.

But I knew exactly what you were, didn't I?

Now I'm sitting here...

...wondering...

...why I shouldn't take my gun and just...

Who do you think did this?

Don't push me, Nick.

You gotta let me go.

You think I would do something like this?

I know you were hunting with Sal.

The coroner told me that...

...that she'd been dead for two days.

I know you didn't pull the trigger.

But you know who did.

Don't you?

Yeah.

And I'll handle it if you let me go.

Well, that's not the way we do things around here, son.

Where you going?

I can't be here right now.

But you let me know the second he wakes up.

- Sure. Why would -- - Brad.

I'll be back in a few.

But for now, you just watch him like a fucking hawk.

Well, look at that.

He's awake.

How's your chest?

Hurts, don't it?

Would you mind?

What?

Drink.

Thirsty.

Oh, okay.

Oh, alright.

Ugh!

Hey, you okay?

Hey, you alright?

Nick? Nick?

Hey.

Dr. Wesley to Imaging.

Dr. Wesley to Imaging.

Hey.

How you doing?

I'm gonna go for a smoke.

Sal.

I'm okay.

Promise.

Jesus fucking Christ, man.

Nick?

Oh, what the fuck?

Nick.

What the fuck happened to you, man?

Where you been?

They had me at the hospital.

In the hospital?

No, man. I went there, and...

cop says you weren't there, man.

You alright?

Yeah.

Oh, shit, man. I'm so sorry.

I heard about Tara.

What'd you hear?

People be trying to say that you killed her, man,

but I know that's bullshit, man.

Hey, look at me. I know that's bullshit.

You know who did it?

Yeah, I know. I need your help.

Alright.

I need you to help me hide this car,

- and I need to borrow your van. - Yeah, yeah.

Anything you need, man.

- But I'm gonna go with you. - No.

I can't let you do that, Sal.

I can't let you get involved with this.

I'm already involved here.

You're asking me to hide a police car in my yard.

- No, no. - Hey.

Look at you, man.

I'm not letting you do this alone.

You wanna stop talking about it and go do this thing?

I don't like this, Sal.

I don't like this one bit.

Just remember what to say if they come asking.

I don't think you should do this.

He'd do the same thing for us, okay?

I'm really sorry, Nick.

- Leave the light on for us. - Okay.

Don't get yourself in trouble, Sal.

- God damn it. - I'm sorry, Frank.

God damn it!

You get back over to his house.

You arrest anybody that comes within 50 yards of that place.

And you radio me right away if you do.

- You got that? - Yes, sir.

Keep it running.

What's up, man?

- Nothing? - Nothing.

You wanna try that place off 90?

Yeah.

Yeah?

Hold on a minute.

May I help you?

I'm looking for someone.

- Someone? - Three men.

They would have stayed here over the weekend.

Driving a green Cadillac.

They would've paid in cash.

Stayed in room 102.

Who'd you say you were?

Brad Engels.

Sheriff's department.

Alright, let me check real fast.

102.

Ford. Walter Ford.

That's the name he gave me.

They still here?

They were here a few nights.

They came and went a few times.

They left this afternoon.

You rent out that room yet?

No.

Let me in that room.

Yeah?

Yeah.

102.

What are we looking for, man?

I don't know.

Yeah, I think they're long gone.

All units, we have shots fired

at the Hiway Host Motel.

This is Parson.

Received a 911 call from the Hiway Host Motel.

Call did drop, but the line is still live.

10-4. On my way.

Jesus Christ.

Hello?

Charlie?

Hey, man, you better get back to the pit stop.

Sloan's ready to go.

Good morning, sir.

Morning, Carol.

Morning. Benny called around 7:00.

Any sign of the van?

Lab said they wouldn't be able to pull the prints

for a couple weeks off the Caddy.

What about the boys in Colton County?

Nothing.

Nothing.

How's the nose?

It's -- It's fine.

How you doing?

I'm doing.

Coffee's been on for about an hour.

- Sheriff's department. - Hey, Brad.

It's Jordan Murray.

Listen, I just wanted to call because...

I think I know where Nick Brenner is.

He was working on my cabin.

Frank, you got a call on line one.

I think you might wanna pick this up.

This is Frank.

Frank, Jordan Murray here.

I was just telling Brad

that I think I might know where Nick Brenner is.

I'm on my way.

Who was he?

Just a man.

Well, you gonna tell me what happened here, Nick?

I deserve that much at least.

What are we looking for, man?

I don't know.

Yeah, I think they're long gone.

Fuck, man.

I mean, I --

Oh!

Oh, fuck! Aah!

Sal?

God!

Forget about this.

Hey!

- What's going on? - Get back!

Aah!

Fuck.

Oh! Oh!

You! Look what you did!

- Look what you did! - Look at me.

You were supposed to die in that house.

I didn't.

I can see that.

Where is he?

We could've been a family again.

Like before.

Okay.

He's at the station.

What station?

Truck stop.

It's just down the road.

Come on, Nick!

Sal?

Hey.

Hey, buddy.

Hey. Sal.

Look at me. Come on, man.

Come on.

Oh, shit.

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

Hello?

Charlie?

Hey, man, you better get back to the pit stop.

Sloan's ready to go.

Hey, Nick!

Nick!

Oh. Nick!

Hey, man.

Just talk to me for a second, son.

Don't disappoint me, boy.

You got me.

Talk to me.

You owe me that. Just talk to me.

I told her when we got married

that she would not have to worry.

Told her I'd be there for her.

Promised.

She was the only real thing I had in this life.

Still gonna have to take you in, Nick.

No.

I ain't going to prison.

I don't blame you for what you done.

I don't.

But justice isn't yours to serve.

This ain't the wild, Nick.

You should've let the law handle it.

The law wouldn't do what I did.

Law's the only thing keeps us from being savages.

Like I said, I can't go to prison,

so you do whatever you gotta do.

I tell people I served this town for 30 years.

That my blood is in this dirt.

And in all that time,

I only ever did one bad thing.

If you wanna call it that.

Maybe that's entitlement.

Maybe not.

Whatever it is, though...

...it's a choice I can live with.

Imagine if they let Samson go

instead of shackling him to the temple.

May have been a different outcome altogether.

Imagine that.