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I'm the hero.

Big shiny hero.

A bloodbath won't do anything.

What, are you trying to be a hero now?

Grace Baker keeps her word.

Stay in your lane, Sheriff.

You're a fucking waste of space.

Who the fuck killed my sister?

All right, sir, I need you to stand up please.

You have to fight for your liberty.

You have to support people

who are willing to fight for your liberty.

- See you soon, baby! - Come on!

Wish I were you!

Don't get used to the fresh air, asshole.

You'll be back.

I hope you don't want a hug.

What are you wearing?

You couldn't pick me up a little closer?

You look like GI Joe.

The fuck? You're one to talk, emo kid.

Dude, my plan was to go to Keats's house,

not the forest. Like, what are you wearing?

- You look like an idiot. - Your plan?

It's not your plan. First of all,

I planned this for the past 10 years.

I don't even know what Brigit saw in you.

Get in the car.

Yeah, it's not your plan.

- What's this? - My ashtray.

What are you smoking three packs a day?

That ain't gonna be what kills me.

Get out, I'm driving.

My truck, my rules.

Last time you tried to drive me anywhere,

you try to take me to a mental institution,

so I don't trust you.

- Good morning, Toby. - Fuck you.

Prick.

I still think this is a bad idea

that we waited for him all this time.

Everything shit that happened to Brigit

happened after she got with him.

Now, I ain't getting in this truck unless I'm driving.

Fine! Christ Almighty on a broken rocking horse.

It is too early for your crazy.

Get out. Get out!

Thank you, little sister.

Oh, my God.

I was listening to a preacher this morning on the radio

and he said the word "sinner" six times in six minutes.

You know what that means?

I mean it's gonna be a glorious day.

Give me the gun.

Don't hurt yourself.

Right.

Shit.

Someone's here! Someone's here!

The fuck?

Come on, Toby.

Does it look like she needs help?

Fuck, door's sealed.

Hey, asshole.

I can give you anything you want.

Oh, I think I know what you got.

The only thing you're guilty of right now is just trespassing.

Nah, I killed that guard back there.

Keats has a guard? Why does Keats have guard?

And his boys are packing some real firepower.

That's military spec, right there.

Grace never mentioned anything about a fucking guard.

I knew he was hidin' something.

You leave right now, I swear I won't tell a soul.

I won't say a word.

You can answer a question for us and we'll be on our way.

Yes, anything.

What happened to Brigit Baker?

You were the last person to see her alive.

House is clear.

See, I told you this Ayn Rand-lovin',

Epstein-wannabe is hiding something.

It's just my safe room..

Fucking open it.

Fuck the door! I want to know what you did to Brigit.

You can still go. I didn't press the silent alarm.

Go ahead, push it.

You want me to trip the alarm?

Yes we do, Doctor Keats.

I'm not leaving here, but you can.

Push the button.

Don't make him repeat himself.

Let's get the whole town in on the fun.

Here's your baker's dozen.

How we doing, sweetheart?

- Cash or credit? - Hold on.

What are we working with?

This'll do.

Thanks.

Hold on.

Okay, bye.

You forgot your gun.

Oh, hell.

All right, see you later.

Hey.

I thought you were dead.

Get up.

- It's time to get up. - You could...

- You could sit in my lap. - Oh.

I don't know if it could, you know, hold both of us.

Come on.

Let's go.

- Gotta go. - Let's have a snow day.

Nobody cares, Boy Scout.

Here, oh, yes.

Let's roll, old man. I got donuts.

The other one.

Woo!

Mm.

You boys have fun out there.

Christ, Chief.

At least act like you give a shit.

Let's go.

What's cooking?

I just gotta go to the kindergarten at 11,

talk to the kids about being a hero and all that.

Nah, I wish.

Let's go see your daddy.

I need a word.

Let's make it a surprise.

My daddy don't like surprises.

I understand.

Pull.

Pull.

Pull.

Pull.

The '66 was better.

Morning, Daddy.

What's wrong?

Maybe we just want to come say hello.

Deputy Rutledge,

Deputy Rutledge, you got eyes on Sheriff Ben?

Yeah, I'm here.

Silent alarm was just tripped

at Doctor Keats's house.

Probably him just knocking it again,

but when I called the house, he didn't answer.

- Copy? - One of his maids again.

Get Marisa to, you know, to head over.

She ain't gonna be happy, it's her day off.

Yeah, Aggie, we got it.

We're gonna handle it. Thank you.

Deputy Marisa.

Deputy Marisa?

What?

I'm requesting a 89 at the residence

of one Doctor John Keats.

1403...

Are you kidding me?

It's my day off.

Deputy, crime don't take days off.

One of his maids must have hit it with her ass.

'Preciate it, Deputy.

Oop!

Problem handled.

Delegated. That's the word you're looking for, delegated.

What you want, Ben?

I've been doing some math.

There you go, son.

I saw this real nice boat.

A schooner in, uh, Jacksonville.

Hand me a water, would you?

Pull.

- Thank you. - There you go.

Pull.

Why don't you try hitting one, son?

Those shells are expensive.

Sorry, Pa.

He always said he takes after his mother.

She'd be rolling in her grave she saw him shoot like that.

How much?

50.

30'll cover it.

Thank you.

Drop by the house tonight, I'll have it for you.

Pull.

Get in there.

- Get... - Easy. Easy!

- Sit down. - Easy.

- You okay, little sis? - Always.

What you hiding behind that door, huh?

You the Black El Chapo

or you running a sex cult

sending in the blood of virgins to the ultra rich?

You watch too much YouTube, Toby.

Doctor Keats ain't sellin' virgin blood.

society's a real thing, Grace.

What's taking the sheriff so long?

T, give me his phone.

They don't let me have a phone

who don't let you have a phone?

I've already said too much.

T, give me your phone.

Do you think I'm dumb?

I didn't bring my phone, they could track me.

- Grace. - All right.

You ain't never tied anybody to a chair before?

- That's not how you do it. - What, you want Roy to do it?

Albany Federal Bureau of Investigations.

How can I help?

Say that again.

I have one Roy Lambert on the other line,

he says he's taken John Keats hostage.

What a horrendous prank.

It doesn't sound like a prank, sir.

Hey, Daddy. Yeah, my friends are on their way.

You're gonna see 'em real soon.

They'll be there in just a minute, don't you worry.

Brass will take care of it.

Sir, we have to roll the unit.

Hostage situations are federal, it's protocol.

Perhaps you never got the call.

It's already been logged.

Where they coming from?

Albany. That's an hour to Fitzgerald.

If they get there and sense there's anything in that house,

they will come in and they will find it.

An hour.

Stall 'em as long as you can.

Mm-hm.

Who was that?

Someone we pay to keep us informed.

Roy Lambert's out of prison?

Go start the truck, son.

Shoulda killed him.

Can you clean this up?

How clean?

Don't have to be squeaky.

- Doctor Keats? - Alive.

Can't lose Doctor Keats, you know that, right?

He's the best at what he does.

I should send in Silas.

No, no, you don't wanna do that.

Let me try.

Well, Silas can get this done.

You want discreet?

That's why I'm here.

All right.

You get a shot at Roy, you're gonna take it, right?

Yes, sir.

FBI is 55 minutes out.

Call just went out on the radio.

You contain this.

Thank God.

Let's try some diplomacy.

- Grace, give me a rifle. - Why?

The sheriff is here. Give me a rifle, come on.

- A big one. - You get what you get.

- I'm gonna do the talking. - That's all you do.

Hey, Keats.

Tell me, how does a small-town pharmacist

afford a place like this, huh?

I'm frugal.

Bullshit.

My family's lived in this house for 85 years

until you uppity animals barged in.

Shut the hell up.

Bet the farm you don't see sundown.

That's far enough, Ben.

Can we pretend for a moment that we're civilized?

I need proof of life.

Doctor.

You well?

That's a stupid question considerin' the circumstance,

you drunk bastard.

Tell them I'll pay them whatever they want.

- Shut the fuck up. - It's all about the money

with you people.

I thought you were in the big house.

Got out a few hours ago.

You hurt anyone yet?

Yep, and the day is still young.

You want to negotiate, kid?

Money? Reparations?

How about a nice gin and tonic?

Sounds pretty good, doesn't it?

Where's your hometown spirit, Ben?

I know you know exactly who to ask to get what we want.

- Which is? - The answer to one question.

Who the fuck killed my sister?

I investigated.

She went missing.

She probably went to Atlanta.

Yeah, got mixed up in a bad scene.

My sister wasn't no junkie. She would never just run off.

The last time she was seen, she was coming here,

to Doctor Keats's house.

So here's what's what.

You have 30 minutes to solve

the disappearance of Brigit Baker.

Or?

Or I start sending out John Keats piece by piece

until you got him all.

So let me get this straight.

If you don't hear what you don't want to hear,

then you're going to shoot Doctor Keats.

That's right.

It took all three of you to come up with that?

Call the FBI,

get every Leo in the state here,

or I kill my number one suspect.

- No, Roy. - Yes, Ben.

30 minutes, three-zero,

or I start asking Doctor Keats the truth.

And if he doesn't answer?

I put a gun to his head and I ask him again.

And if he still doesn't answer?

It's a small town.

She's got a lot of bullets. Someone's gonna talk.

This started 10 years ago, but it ends today.

What in God's name possessed them to do this?

They're here for Brigit.

- Who? - Brigit Baker.

We should smoke 'em out right now before they dig in.

Fuck.

Yeah.

Deputy Lewis.

Deputy Lewis, are you on?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, what's up?

Thanks for doing that welfare check on Doctor Keats.

No problem, no problem.

Did you notice anything, uh, unusual?

Mm-mm, no. No, nothing.

Nothing? 'Cause he's been taken hostage

- by Roy Lambert... - Fuck.

- ...Grace Baker, and Toby. - What?

- What's Toby's last name? - Tony Cavendish.

- Toby Cavendish. - Same mom as Grace and Brigit.

- Different dad. - Yeah, yeah.

I'm on my way, I'm on my way.

I want you to go to the far side of the lake,

- go to the point. - You got it.

- Play God. - You got it, you got it. Shit.

This whole police department is fucked.

First thing I'm gonna do when I get in charge, I'm firing her.

FBI's gonna make a meal out of this.

We should wait, let them handle it.

Yeah, the feds are gonna fuck this up.

Let's let them cool off.

What, are you trying to be a hero now?

Fuck off. I can do this.

What you hidin' in that safe room, Keats?

That where you keep your reptilian friends hidden? Hm?

I'm gonna find out all your secrets by the end of this day.

What gives you the impression

that I'm anything but a good man?

Well, this is Georgia.

Everyone is doing something

they're not supposed to be doing.

Sometimes it's their cousin

and sometimes people are running a satanic sex cult.

Now.

I say we just remove his fingernails

with a fucking blender.

How would that even work?

I read a book about it. You break the wrist first.

You tap the fingers, you do one finger at a time...

We're not fucking torturing anyone!

- Yet. - No.

You don't got the stomach for this,

why don't you just walk off, Roy?

- Right now. - Brigit was everything to me.

I think about her every fucking day.

She made me a better person and if we torture him,

we're no fucking better than him.

We were country founded on violence, Roy.

You hear me?

Fuck are you talking about?

I'm talking about our constitutional right

as American citizens to enact violence on people

so we can get what we want in the name of justice.

You are fucking crazy!

Yes, I am.

You are a rare specimen, Toby. And you too, Grace.

Thank you.

I didn't mean that as a good thing.

You see, Brigit was nothing like you.

She was a team player.

Hey, she worked for you one summer for two months.

You didn't know her.

Brigit Baker was not the young woman you thought she was.

What do you mean?

She never loved you, Roy.

Ain't that the truth.

No, you do not have permission to talk to me like that.

I will talk to you however I want to.

No, you won't.

We were in love. From the moment I met her,

she was everything to me.

Where'd you meet, Roy?

It's none of your fucking business.

You met at a show in Bridgeport and one cool summer night.

'Bout 11:05.

She swept you off your feet.

You was her music man.

How do you know that?

She tell you that before you fucking killed her?

Brigit only spoke to you, tolerated you,

because Charles Rutledge ordered it.

That's a lie. That's a fucking lie!

And you two?

She was embarrassed by the both of you.

Truth is,

she resented the fact that she was even related to you.

Truth is, she could be a prissy bitch.

Hey, you don't talk about her like that.

- ...my sister too, I'mma talk... - Do not disrespect her name

right now!

Stop! He's just trying to get in our fucking heads!

Stop!

Stop!

Well, it's fucking working. Ain't it?

Mr. Rutledge.

Grace Baker?

Okay.

Move out.

I'm going to find out all your secrets, I am.

Okay.

How does this work?

Oh, and you thought you built you so smart, you damn door.

Let me tell you,

Toby's going to find a way in. Fucking find a way.

Oh, guess we're gonna do this the old fashioned way, door.

Here we go.

Fire in the hole.

What the fuck was that?

Hoo-hoo-hoo!

- What the fuck was that? - Sounded like C4.

Shit.

You are one goddamn strong door, aren't you?

Where'd he get C4 from?

I don't know. Probably had it in his pocket.

Redneck.

That was some of the weakest C4 I ever blown up.

That's all right.

I'm gonna find my way in.

Here we go.

Ah, shit!

We should get in there, save the day.

Well, that would be stupid.

Ha-ha! Hell yes.

That's a '61 St. Andrews, don't you dare.

It's a little early to be celebrating, Grace.

Bit late to be sober.

Nah, you're on probation, that would be illegal.

Are you ever not a fuck up?

Give me one more ounce of lip and I will lay you out.

You are a very angry person.

Oh-ho, I can be a violent person too.

I contain multitudes, motherfucker.

You people are sick in the head.

We haven't even gotten started yet.

You killed Kane in cold blood.

Our blood hasn't been cold in 10 years.

- Who's Kane? - Your security guard?

Yeah, I tore through him like a seafood buffet.

He's not my guard.

The fuck you say?

You're so naïve, child.

I'd leave this place if I could. Forget it.

Say that again.

Charles. He's the monster.

He's the one you need to be asking questions about Brigit,

not me.

They don't let you leave?

Once a week I get to go get a good meal at a restaurant.

Other than that, I'll work for Charles.

Over and over.

- You're serious. - As cancer.

What does Charles Rutledge

have to do with this?

All we want is the truth.

It's not as easy as it sounds.

Nothing worth getting is easy, except drunk.

Easy? Not the way I do it.

Oh, we're making jokes now?

Well, here's a funny one for you.

Brigit was 19 when she disappeared

and she never had a legal drink in her life.

If, you know you were them,

how would you escape?

Well, we got lake on both sides,

but in the back, it's just bush all the way to Florida.

They knew they weren't leaving.

Mr. Rutledge.

I got this right where I want it.

- Not fast enough. - I'm taking care of it.

Silas and the old boys are en route to expedite the situation.

We can't just shoot our way out of it.

Doctor Keats...

means a great deal to this town.

We lose him, we possibly lose our way of life.

Am I understood?

There's a chance that this ends without another bullet fired.

- How? - Anything you can tell me?

About Brigit's disappearance?

- I wouldn't go there. - Or what?

You might join her.

Wherever that may be.

- A girl went missing. - You investigated.

And the town had a vigil, and no body was ever found.

You even said it yourself.

- No body, no crime. - Think of their perspective.

Imagine if it was Kyle.

How far would you go for him?

Stay in your lane, Sheriff.

Assist Silas.

The FBI negotiating team is going to be here in 41 minutes.

I need this wrapped in a bow in 30.

Your daddy sends his love.

I thought Roy Lambert was doing 10 years for assault.

- He was. - Who did he attack?

Three guesses.

Doctor Keats? No.

Dad?

Roy sucker-punched him.

Yeah, and your dad got him a decade.

10 years for assaulting someone?

Must have been hell of a punch.

It was.

After we called off the search for Brigit,

your father, in his infinite wisdom,

told Roy that Brigit was better off dead.

I woulda punched him too.

You wouldn't've.

Shit.

Are you in position?

Patience isn't one of your virtues,

is it, Ben?

I spoke with Mrs. Baker.

She doesn't want anything to do with her daughter.

Adopted daughter, that is.

I've got eyes and ammo on the house.

Unless they don't get through you...

they ain't comin' through here.

That's my call, don't fire till I give the green light.

Understood. Sheriff.

Oh, fuck.

Ben.

We've got it under control.

Doesn't look that way to me.

Look Ben, it's been a true pleasure

working with you on this,

but we got it from here.

Why don't you and the kid go set up a perimeter or some shit?

Fuck off, Silas.

Timeline.

15 minutes to breach, 10 to wrap out.

Rutledge wants this done and we're here to handle it.

Thank you for your service, but you're on the bench.

Let's go.

Ben, what the hell's happening here?

Dad sent a militia?

You think you can get inside the house?

How?

Hug the tree line.

Wait. So you want me inside the house

so Silas doesn't shoot the shit up?

Something like that.

A bloodbath won't do anything.

You understand?

All right.

You ain't gonna do it,

guess it's my time to be the hero.

It's my time.

Say what?

You want me to do what?

Get up on in here?

Okay. I can do that.

Jesus be with me.

We're doing the Lord's work here.

Okay.

Brigit told me Toby was going off the deep end,

but that guy needs help.

He went downhill after Brigit.

Last year he went to a donnybrook in Alabama,

said he partied and got a weird bump of coke.

Grace. Didn't you want to be a dancer?

Whatever happened to that Grace Baker used to...

sell Girl Scout cookies door to door?

She learned to fight and shoot a gun.

Must have been real hard growing up in Brigit's shadow.

She was wicked smart.

I helped her write some of her college application.

I even helped her win that full ride scholarship to Yale.

Broke my heart when Charles convinced her to...

join the town business.

Brigit was a good kid.

One of the greatest kids you could hope for

coming out of a foster home.

She always looked out for you.

Didn't she?

You and Toby?

Your caseworks failed you.

But the three of you? You always had each other.

That's good.

Nice.

I had a foster kid once. Didn't work out.

Of course, that was back when the state paid you

good money to take care of bastards.

Do you hear yourself?

Does that sound like a normal thing to say?

Some of those kids, their family tree looked like circles.

Grace. I want you to know.

Just because your own family abandoned you doesn't mean

you have to give up on yourself.

All this hate,

all this anger...

Brigit would have wanted you to forget her.

Well, I try.

- What? You try? - Shut up.

You try?

That's not what I meant.

What'd you mean then? Enlighten us.

I've spent 10 years trying to move on, Roy. 10 years.

And I feel guilty, but I want to forget her. I do.

I try so hard, but my mind just doesn't let me sleep.

And I keep thinking about what these sick fucks did to her!

And I just wanna sleep.

I need to know what happened, Roy.

I'm tired of visiting an empty grave.

I spent 10 years in prison.

I lost my career. I lost everything.

No one cared. Except for you.

You and the memory of her.

That's all that kept me sane.

Okay, well try being free

and not being able to do anything about it

because I made your stupid ass a promise

that I would wait until you got out to do shit.

And every soul from God to the devil

knows that Grace Baker keeps her word.

I swore on Brigit's grave that I would kill anyone

who had anything to do with her disappearance.

If I find out that you had anything to do with it,

God fucking help you,

I kill you myself.

Shit.

You hear that?

Toby, do you hear that?

- Who's inside? - You got Roy,

you got Grace, and the dipshit cousin,

I can't remember his name.

Yeah, Toby Cavendish. What a piece of shit.

Toby Cavendish is nothing but an all-American loser.

I heard he tried to start a gun store and failed.

Who the fuck can't make money owning a gun store in Georgia?

Are we just doing surveillance for now?

'Cause this drone could knock real loud if it needs to.

You're not doing a fucking drone strike.

You're gonna kill Keats.

Rutledge authorized it, so we're doing it.

Yo, didn't Toby and Grace enlist?

Yeah, I heard that too.

Then they washed out.

- You find anyone? - No.

What is that?

Called a drone, convict.

Or in the language of my people, we call it target practice.

Come on!

Oh, what a strange toy that is for grown men.

All right, we're gonna take this house.

We don't need robots. You got it?

Charles didn't exactly send his finest minds.

The hell was that?

What? Why are you smiling?

That wasn't a drone, that was a drone-drone.

They must've packed that TNT or some shit,

'cause I only shot it with my.556.

That means they think you're expendable, John Keats.

Well, that's fascinating.

How about that, Doctor Keats?

Who's more scary now? Us or them?

Last time I saw Brigit,

she was getting into the back of the sheriff's cruiser.

They were taking her away, I swear.

Put it on speaker.

Yeah?

Why does Doctor Keats say that

you know what happened to Brigit?

Me? I hardly know my way to the station.

What possible reason would I have?

Doctor Keats said he saw her in your police cruiser.

10 years ago? I blacked out drunk.

If you ain't trying to hide anything,

why are you sending drone-drones, huh?

Trying to turn this into Waco?

No more bloodshed, okay? Please.

I don't know what happened to Brigit.

Grace, you hear me?

Ah.

I don't... I... I investigated it and it's... it's tough.

I put together a list of suspects.

On the top of the list, Roy Lambert.

Bullshit!

When he assaulted Charles, it gave us a way to lock him up.

- It's bullshit. - Charles insisted

we stop the investigation after Roy's conviction

to keep the community safe.

And around here, whatever Charles wants, he gets.

- Anything else? - Just....

let Doctor Keats go.

Nobody else needs to die today.

Christ.

They fucking set me up.

She was the best girl that I ever met.

She was too good for me.

But you know there's no way I could have done this.

She was too good for you.

She was.

She really wants.

Christ.

I know you didn't kill Brig.

- Thanks. - You're too much of a pussy.

Now, I definitely know they're hiding something,

so, Toby, get that door down.

What the hell you think

I've been trying to do, little sister?

Trying ain't doing, is it, big brother?

Some things can't be unseen.

If you get through that door,

everything changes.

I told y'all!

I'mma get in that door right now. You hear me?

Holy shit. Charles Rutledge actually showed up.

I'll say my plan is working.

Your plan?

Status.

Boys are preppin' now. We've only got to do this once.

How did your delicate approach go?

It's goin'. Kyle's inside now.

What?

What the fuck did you just say?

There was no stopping him.

- He overpowered me. - Don't get it, do you?

Negotiating with them,

announces to every goddamn degenerate

that all they have to do to get ahead in this world

is point a gun in a man's face

that works for a living.

No. Those are assholes.

They have a different mindset.

Now you sent my only son in there to deal with them.

Marisa? Got eyes on Kyle?

Negative. I can't see him. He's not with you?

S'posed to be the babysitter, fucking dumbass.

I'm the sheriff of this county.

Yes, you are.

Don't forget who put you there, who keeps you there.

And who could put you in the ground

faster than a sparrow can shit.

You're a burned out, washed up disgrace to this town,

and it's only by my patience and the benevolence of the good Lord

that you're still breathing.

My family, they built this town.

They toiled to make her great. My blood is in every tree.

My breath in every gust of wind.

Couldn't make it as a cop in New York or Atlanta

or even as a security guard in a fucking Walmart.

You're a corrupt, godless, divorced,

deadbeat dad whose only children

don't even call you on your birthday.

Yeah, you're the sheriff. What are you doing?

Still thinking you're the quarterback?

Well, you're not.

You're a fucking waste of space.

You got me? A fucking waste! Goddammit!

- Are we clear? - Yes.

- Yes, what? - Yes, sir.

Good.

Now you're relieved, Sheriff.

- Thank you for your service. - Stop fucking yelling at me.

Gonna send you the money you need for that boat

you wanted so bad,

then I never wanna see you again.

That's the deal.

Good doing business with you, now fuck off!

Get the fuck outta here, Ben.

Goddamn it, boy!

Ben! That's my property over there! You're fucking walking!

Where the hell is the sheriff going?

They're making a play.

Are they really trying to kill me?

Now we have to keep you alive. Great.

Me?

They'll have to get in line.

T, if you want to get in there, you gotta do it yesterday.

shit.

I knew it. I'm in.

That's what I'm talking about.

Come on, Jesus. Help me open this door.

Hey Grace, I'm in.

I can't see shit.

Better not be aliens.

All right, I'm going down.

Stay with me now, JC. Be with me.

The feds are 23 minutes out, three SUVs.

You're not going to believe this.

Turns out that Doctor Keats here is cooking up more d-rugs

below our feet than Hunter S, Thompson could do

in 1,000 lifetimes.

You, my friends, are looking at the Georgia Peach Pablo Escobar.

- It's not what it looks like. - Really?

'Cause I saw enough d-rugs

to make 1,000 pounds of fentanyl, crystal, ecstasy.

You name it.

I was right, Grace, this whole time.

Me! I knew this, I was right,

and y'all will never hear the end of this.

There's four incoming. Grace, get upstairs.

Yeah, well, if you don't keep him alive,

we won't live long enough to hear the start of it.

They're moving to the side of the house, Grace.

You're the devil.

Are you making a move on the house?

Little fucking heads up would have been nice, Ben.

Ben is no longer sheriff.

You get a shot at those SOBs, you take it, you got me?

Oh, Mr. Rutledge.

Okay. Yes, sir.

Oh, I can't wait to see the faces of those FBI boys

when they discover your stash.

Are you kidding?

I lit those fuckers up like a Christmas tree.

Come here! Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!

C'mere, c'mere, c'mere.

Wait, wait, hold on.

No? Yeah? Right?

Drop it. Drop it!

Shoot this fuck nugget!

Hey, Keats. What's goin' on?

Did they get a call off? Huh? Did they? Who'd you tell?

I didn't tell 'em anything!

No, that's bullshit. I don't believe a word of it.

I found out about your cave of sin, though.

How many people are in on it, huh? The whole town?

Oh, I think I know you.

Aren't you little Callan Martin?

You know you couldn't even spell

your own name till freshman year!

That's real rich coming from the guy who wore a tin foil suit

to his own graduation.

Bet your parents were real proud,

thinking that you're, what?

The fucking NSA was scratching the inside of your skull?

You loony bin.

That's pretty cocky from the guy who's got a gun on him.

No, no, the only person who's gonna be fucking shooting

anybody is gonna be me.

I'm gonna blow your fucking head off.

And then I'm gonna take my time,

interrogatin' all three of ya.

Don't you fucking move. I heard everything.

Were you lyin' about all that stuff

they were saying about that bunker, Toby?

I wish I was, Kyle.

Get it off me.

I'm the only cop here man, it's time for you to go.

You get that fucking gun out of my back, boy.

You couldn't hit the broad side of a barn.

You wouldn't know your ass from a hole in the ground!

You are way the fuck over your head,

Callan, you know, I'm warning you.

No, I'm gonna fucking tell you...

Shut up. I mean, you do not have to die here.

Don't be a fucking hero.

Get outta here, man.

Your daddy's outside!

And the only person leaving here alive is going to be me

and possibly you unless you fucking turn around

right when you came out of...

Grace!

Never seen a dead body before.

Roy.

Get the phone. Come on, Roy, on the double.

Callan, status report.

Morning, Daddy. I'm sorry.

You hurt my boy...

and I'll rain an unholy violence down upon you Sodomites.

Oh, we found your manufactorium of iniquity, Charles.

You are responsible for what happens now.

Tell us everything that you know about Brigit,

or Kyle gets real familiar with the inside of my gun.

You want to save your secrets or your son?

I have to give credit where it's due.

Those three shot your boys to shit.

Just a warm-up.

We don't have time for games.

Get in there. Get my son. Kill the rest.

You got it?

Hey. How long to get everybody to Keats's?

Okay.

Yeah.

Got it. On my way.

That man was here to kill us, Roy.

You did the right thing. Saved our lives.

What happened to my sister?

She's dead.

That's all that matters. She's dead.

Who did it?

It's not that simple.

This all has something to do with what you're cooking

down in the dungeon, doesn't it?

It was Brigit's idea.

She had a vision.

Really owe it all to you, Toby.

Bullshit.

She was inspired by you.

She saw you getting high behind the group home.

All you do is lie, Keats.

And you, Grace.

She saw how unafraid you were of violence.

She wanted to find something that would bring you peace.

But you need to understand.

The future pharmaceuticals is all for the taking.

Once upon a time,

cartels built their empires strictly on marijuana.

And then, they saw the coastal elites and posers,

their appetite for blow.

Then the Brit Brigade brought E.

Brought it from the raves to the clubs.

And the cartels...

shifted to heroin.

And oxycontin was being prescribed wholesale.

So the cartels innovated.

Started to cut that demon drug, fentanyl into every damn thing

and everyone was pitching a hissy fit.

Not to mention those gay vegans in Los Angeles

worried about all the additives in their orange juice,

but they couldn't even pronounce half the damn shit

that was in their fucking drugs.

Get to the point, Keats.

She started off working for me that summer stacking shelves.

Within a month, she was running the place.

She would always ask me

mountains of questions about...'bout the business.

For a moment, I thought she was...

trying to figure out how to create a meth lab.

But I knew she was smarter than that.

You're not just cooking up any old Dilaudid down there.

- You're experimenting. - Innovating!

Brigit was a pioneer.

She told me her idea.

We needed capital to build her labs, you know?

Pharmaceutical components and shit like that.

And I introduced her to Charles.

I borrowed money for him. Long time ago.

He liked Brigit's idea.

He liked it a lot.

We was already into some shady shit, but...

But what?

Charles is a diligent man.

He wanted to know how this new drug

that would be the ecstasy of the 2000s could be transported.

Well, Brigit went out,

did some research.

She started to think that...

traveling musicians... would be the answer,

and they would be the best way to transport the new drug.

That's where you came in, Roy.

The only reason she was at that bar that night, Roy,

was to see what she could see.

Then she'd sell you.

She used you.

After you hit Charles,

you were the perfect Patsy for him.

Anyone who asked about Brigit,

Charles could say that it must have been her violent ex,

even without evidence.

He had an influence everywhere, cops, judges.

It was all too easy for him.

And town drunk Sheriff Ben was happy to look the other way.

We all knew he was the worst cop in the country.

Couldn't even see half the cops in the county

were on Charles's payroll.

You're lyin'. These are all lies.

My dad's a good man. He can't be doing this.

I have no reason to lie.

Not anymore.

So, you, Brigit, and Charles were business partners?

And Silas.

There's always a Silas.

Someone to do their dirty work.

As I started to make headway,

Charles saw the potential.

He got greedy.

He invited Brigit here one night.

And she never made it.

Silas pulled her over in the sheriff's cruiser.

I never saw her again.

I don't know what happened after that.

I don't know what happened after...

Meanwhile, Charles told Ben

to stop the investigation.

The town moved on.

Everyone except you three and me.

Brigit was my apprentice.

My friend.

Answer the phone, Ben.

Fuck!

Let's trade!

We'll give you free passes out.

Just give us Kyle.

We'll stand down.

Give you my word.

I'll corroborate everything.

You just gotta wait for the FBI boys to get here

and I'll... I'll back everything you say, I swear.

Does the sheriff know about Brigit?

No, no.

We keep the sheriff and Kyle in the dark about everything.

It's good cover for Charles to have a son as a deputy.

Everybody knows that Kyle's a dumbass.

My dad's a man of his word.

You just let me go and he'll...

he'll let you guys free, I... I promise.

You best keep your word, Kyle.

You hear me?

Get outta here. Get! Run to your daddy.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what for, but...

I'm sorry.

Walk to me, son.

You gonna keep your promise?

You gave your word you'd let them go.

Come on, now.

Just a little further.

Don't be a pigeon of peace, son.

You're gonna let them go.

- Doctor Keats alive? - He is.

Let them pass.

Let them pass or when the FBI arrive,

I'll tell 'em everything.

You don't mean that.

I swear it.

I swear on my life.

On Mom's grave, I swear it.

What are they doing? No, no! Get me outta here.

Fucking kidding me?

Get this done.

Kill them all, burn the lab. FBI is 8 minutes out.

Cut him loose, Roy.

If we can get to the lab, we may be able to hold them off.

Keats got hit!

Toby, he's hit!

Marisa, it's me.

Don't shoot the kids. This is on Charles.

Get my gun!

Stay in your lane, Sheriff.

What, are you trying to be a hero now?

Hey. Hey!

Stop!

Let's get these fuckers for Toby.

You're a fucking waste of space.

Hold still, motherfucker.

Hey!

Where the fuck d'you think you're going?

Ben. How come shit always lands on top?

It's over, Charlie.

Do you regret anything?

If anyone is still breathing in there, it's over.

Christ.

How much did you know?

It was Keats and Charles.

Keats ran the drugs.

But Silas killed Brigit.

He had your car that night.

I should have done more.

Yeah, you fucking should have.

And now you're bleeding.

It ain't my blood.

You sure about that?

The feds are almost here. So go, you're free.

Marisa.

You were never here.

If anyone asks, I found a drug den.

Fought off the army.

I'm the hero.

Big shiny hero.