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[music]

- I thought you said you disabled the alarm.
- I did, both of them.

But I didn't think you'd take
so long to open the goddamn safe.

Are you gonna bitch about that now?

Ana, what the fuck?

Go. Get out of here.

Brock: Hood! Hey!

- Yeah?
- You got 'em?

- No, no one came this way.
- They ran right towards you.

Shit, they must have
doubled back. Come on.

[clicking]

[theme music playing]

2x08 - Evil For Evil

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[door opens]

[closes]

So when did you two become a duo?

- I needed the money.
- Yeah, we all need money.

- That's why we work together.
- It wasn't that kind of a job.

Oh.

Oh, okay.
Not that kind of job.

You need to tell me
when you're out there.

- I don't need your permission.
- You do around here.

What if it had been one of
my deputies that found you?

- Your deputies?
- Yeah.

- Jesus. Do you hear yourself?
- It was a big risk for a small take.

- It was fucking stupid.
- I needed the money for Max.

Look, I could have helped.

Alex: I've already agreed
to using your vendors

and your administrative fee, but
5% of the floor, that's out...

That is the figure your
father and I agreed on.

If you don't think I'm
earning it, we can rethink it.

I don't know how I'm gonna hide
something like that in the books.

We'll figure something out.
You'll find me to be very flexible.

Well, you're gonna have to be.

We should schedule a weekly meeting.

Okay.

- You were saying about the warehouse?
- Cell phone detonator. Homemade.

- And the shipment?
- No.

Sorry.

Our associates in Philadelphia...

[knocks, door opens]

Rebecca, come in. Sit down.

Our associates in Philadelphia...

are expecting delivery today.

You call them and tell them
we'll make it up to them.

What happened?

An explosion at our
manufacturing facility.

- Someone planted a bomb.
- Who would do that?

It was Hood.He's making a statement.

- What are you gonna do?
- Nothing for now.

- There's something else.
- What?

The slaughterhouse lost
power over the weekend.

- We have a backup generator.
- It was disabled.

All of the meat has gone bad.

- How's that possible?
- I spoke to the electric company.

Someone hacked their server
and shut down that particular grid.

He's got to be fucking kidding me.

[keys jingle]

[door opens]
[closes]

Sugar: You know, there's
a saying in the restaurant business.

Don't buy your meat
where you buy your bread and butter.

- Trying to say don't shit where you eat?
- Yeah.

- Why didn't you just say that, then?
- It lacks poetry.

Morning, Kai.

The club I can understand.

If my employees were involved
in illicit activities,

you are compelled to act, sure.

- Even the warehouse.
- Yeah, I heard about that.

Explosion or something, right?

Now I've got a slaughterhouse
filled with rotten product.

Are you accusing me of something?

What can you possibly gain
by fucking with my meat?

- What the hell are you doing?
- Are you here to report a crime?

'Cause if not, I'm kind of busy.

- What the hell are you doing?
- Sugar: Kai.

Easy.

- You and I have a very complicated relationship.
- No.

I'm a cop, you're a criminal.

You disappoint me, Sugar.
You should be keeping better company.

[door opens, closes]

Being your friend, it
should come with hazard pay.

You know, he's right about one thing.

All I'm doing is harassing him.

Well, before you decide
to kick it up a notch,

give me plenty of warning.

Oh, crap.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Doctor said for you to
take it easy, remember?

- I'm okay.
- Yeah?

Now, what is this?

[chuckles]

- Well, I think it's pretty cool.
- Thanks.

I mean, that's major architecture.

Good morning.

- Don't forget your inhaler.
- Got it.

- You're not going to work?
- Took a couple of days off.

What are you up to?

Just gonna go cast my
Father of the Year ballot.

Deva, I know you're mad

and I'm sorry I haven't
been around enough.

- It was worse when you were.
- Yeah, and there's no excuse for it.

- You just need to be around, Dad.
- I know.

And it wasn't for...

Look, it wasn't fair for me
to put you in that position,

but I am very sorry, baby.
I'm gonna do better, I promise.

[door opens, closes]

- I was gonna pick it up after work.
- I'll get it after my shift.

Em, I'm pregnant, not an invalid.

The package could weigh
20 or 30 pounds for all I know.

Let a man do his wife a solid.

I think we can handle it.

Fuck me.

Hey, you want to have some fun?

He's gonna be the first
Yawners to make it to the NFL.

Oh, really? What if he likes
to paint or dance ballet?

He'll be a Renaissance man.

[laughs]

- I should get back.
- Okay.

[pounds]

[dogs barking]

We need to talk.

[cartoons playing on TV]

You said you were
going to arrest Proctor.

- I'm working on that.
- Jesus. Every day I think that he knows

I'm the one who told
you about the warehouse.

Hey, there's no way he
could know that was you.

But right now I need something more.

I need something that
directly connects to him.

I don't know anything else.

You said you see him
three or four times a week.

He fucks me. There's
no pillow talk in that.

Lucas: Come on, it
doesn't have to be illegal.

Just something usual. Anything.

[sighs]

One night I was leaving
his house really late

and I saw all these guys moving a
bunch of crates into his basement.

- What was in the crates?
- I don't know.

- Did you see in the basement?
- He doesn't let me wander around.

I need to know what's in that basement.

- Are you fucking kidding me?!
- We don't want you

to do anything that puts you in danger.

Just talking to you puts me in danger.

Just leave.
Please.

- You pushed her too hard.
- Right now she's all we've got.

Fuck.

No one wants to see Proctor
go down more than her.

Well, moving crates into
a basement isn't a crime.

- Depends on what's in the crates.
- That's not enough for a warrant.

And without a warrant,
you can't go in there.

- Boss.
- What? I know.

- Do you?
- Yes.

Here's his ditzy bitch.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Can I ask you a quick question?
- Sure.

When did you become
a traitor to your race?

[men laugh]

Get out of my way.

- Oh, no. Oh, no, look at that.
- Excuse me, guys.

Don't tell me this is a
half coon baby in here.

Ooh!

What the fuck are you doing, man?
Come on, let's go.

- Somebody call 911.
- Hurry.

[knocks]
Come in.

That boy at the motel,
did he tell you his name?

- He just said Jason.
- Jason.

He didn't say anything
about himself, did he?

No.

It's just because I don't understand why

Hood cares so much
about what happened to him.

I mean, it's, well...

What are you going to do?

- About Hood?
- Yeah.

He's acting out of desperation
because he has nothing

and he's trying to provoke
an equally desperate response.

What about all that money you lost?

You know, I'm taking a longer view.

Those losses are nothing compared
to what we'll make with Longshadow.

And I can't jeopardize that
arrangement over a personal

vendetta with Hood.
No matter how much I'd like to.

I can't believe you
have so much restraint.

[sighs]

Woman over P.A.: Dr. Irvin to Orthopedics.

Dr. Irvin to Orthopedics.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Excuse me.
- Meg, honey. It's Emmett. I'm here.

- Nurse: Sir...
- It hurts.

What's happening?
Where are you taking her?

- Doctor's right here.
- I'm Dr. Holland.

She's bleeding internally.
We're prepping her for surgery.

Okay, honey.
Baby, tell me what happened.

There were these guys.

They had shaved heads.

Tattoos.

- They know you.
- Nurse: You need to stay here, sir.

Emmett, I'm scared.

Okay, all right. Okay, look,
I'm gonna be right here.

- Emmett, I'm scared.
- Nurse: Sir, I need you...

- I'm scared.
- It's gonna be okay. I'm gonna be here.

Sir, we have to go.

[shouts]
Emmett.

- Hey, what happened?
- Meg, they're taking her into surgery.

It's the driver we
shook down the other day.

- Sharp.
- The skinheads?

- Son of a bitch.
- I guess he wanted to get some payback.

- Fuck.
- Whoa, whoa. Where are you going?

- To get Sharp.
- No, no, you stay here. We'll go.

- Get the hell out of my way, Brock!
- Listen, Em.

Emmett, Emmett.
Look at me. Look at me.

Meg needs you here, okay?

- She needs you.
- Hey, we'll find them.

I promise. We're gonna find them.

Okay?

It's gonna be okay.

[door opens]

[clicks]

- Who's your informant?
- It's confidential.

- Alison: Will he testify?
- No.

How do you know you can trust him?

Let's just say he has a good reason
to want to see Proctor put away.

Alison: As long as that reason
wasn't your gun in his face.

[laughs]

I think you got the wrong
idea about me, Ms. Medding.

You are hardly the first
cowboy cop I've ever dealt with.

You all smile, play the game,

but you'd really rather just shoot
first and ask questions never.

And here I was thinking we were
just starting to hit it off.

From what I understand, you've been
down this road before with Kai Proctor.

If I'm gonna get a search warrant,
it needs to be bulletproof.

No judge will issue one on hearsay.

My informant saw the guns
being moved into the basement.

- She's got soft hands.
- Shut your mouth.

Lucas: What's going on?

Brock: Meg's in the hospital.

- What?
- They were getting even with Emmett.

- She assaulted me, Sheriff.
- Hondo: Yeah, I witnessed it.

I was defenseless.

She okay?

She was in surgery. We've been
looking for these assholes all night.

- I sure hope she's okay.
- Shut the fuck up!

[laughing]
Shut it!

We were gonna head to
the hospital after this.

It's gonna have to wait. I need you
both after you're done booking them.

Brock: Why? What's up?

Got a warrant to search Proctor's.

Fuck!

I want to go over potential
sites for a new lab.

- I'll call you back.
- Kai Proctor.

We have a warrant to
search these premises.

- On what grounds?
- It's all in here.

Maybe I didn't make myself clear.

Oh, no, no.
You made yourself perfectly clear.

You got anything you want to say to me?

I'll make sure the DA's office
takes your cooperation into account.

I don't know what it is
you hope to find, Sheriff.

So that's a "no?"

Okay. You mind if I look around?

Thanks.

[knocks]

Wait a minute. What's that?
[knocking]

What's that sound like?

See, to me,
that sounds like...

[switch clicks]
...a door.

- Bastard! I'll fucking kill you!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I'll fucking kill you!

Easy, Kai.

- This is not changing anything.
- I think it might.

- Brock: Wow.
- What's in there?

I'm guessing this wasn't on
the original floor plan, right?

Brock: You have permits
for all these illegal guns?

He asked you a question.

Fuck you.

- I'll take that as a no.
- I'll fucking kill you.

Kai Proctor, you're under arrest.

- You have the right...
- I know my fucking rights!

Yeah, okay, but let me
have my moment, all right?

Kai Proctor, you are under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you do say can and will be used
against you in a court of law.

Now, you have the right to an attorney.

If you can't afford an attorney, the
court, they'll appoint one for you.

- You're fucking dead.
- Take him away.

All right, let's get the
guns and anything else.

Sure.

Well, the internal bleeding
was a lot worse than we thought.

But she's gonna be okay?

We're gonna watch her, make sure
that her pressure doesn't drop again,

but, yes, she's going to be okay.

But the trauma was too
great for the fetus.

What?

We'll run down the guns.

If we're lucky, one of them
has been used in a major crime.

- If not?
- None of the guns are registered.

We've already got him
on illegal possession.

That is a major offense, especially
if there was gun trafficking.

How long can you keep him in county?

Long enough to try and make a case.

- I want to go over the warrant again.
- We've been over that already.

Well, now you're gonna
go over it with me.

If you're gonna be late
to the party, Gordon...

Did you not get the fucking
memo? I'm still your boss.

Proctor's not gonna beat
the warrant, end of story.

I've faced Proctor in court.

- He's got a good lawyer.
- Yeah, now so do we.

You want to fuck with me on this?

Do I step out so you
can measure your dicks?

The feds will be by to pick up the
guns first thing in the morning.

Until then, thank you
for your time, Sheriff.

Lucas: Guess everyone
needs a hobby, huh?

Stamps, that's a hobby.
This is psychotic.

- So, how'd it go with the ADA?
- Good.

She thinks we have a strong case.

Well, hopefully it'll hold up this time.

Hey, I wanted to ask you.
Who tipped you off on the guns?

Confidential informant, Brock.

Not that I don't trust
you. Any word on Emmett?

I left a couple messages.

Okay, I'm gonna head over
to the hospital, check in.

Great.

You know what we haven't
talked about in a while?

- What's that?
- Him.

Sheriff Lucas Hood.

When he first got here, he did
whatever the hell he wanted.

We were all so shocked.
And now, all of a sudden,

he's Mr. Johnny By-the-book.

- I guess better late than never, huh?
- I guess.

He tell you who his informant is?

Why would he tell me and not you?

- I don't know. You two seem pretty close.
- I'm sorry?

No, I'm...
Come on, Siobhan. I'm not blind.

I see things, you know?

I'm assuming you two are probably
sleeping together at this point.

You want to tell me about it?

There's nothing to talk about, Brock.

Oh, fuck.

Go fish.

Hey, you want a burger or a hot dog?

- Uh, both.
- Okay.

- How about you, Deva?
- I'll take a burger, please.

Hey, yo! Stop. You're cheating.

Put that back. That's
not how we play. Come on.

Damn it.
[footsteps]

Carrie.

If you want to know, I'll tell you.

But you really don't want to know.

Carrie, wait.

Look, why don't you stay for dinner?

The problem is this new ADA Medding.

She's smart. And from
everything I've heard,

she is not open for business.

Everyone has a price.

You want to add attempted
bribery on top of the gun charges?

Everyone has a weakness.

Anyway, our best shot is to
attack the search warrant.

We attack the veracity of their
confidential informant's claim.

- Burton: Which was?
- Their CI claims

to have seen guns in your basement.

That was the basis for
obtaining a warrant.

- Impossible.
- Is it?

No one knew about that room.

No one could have possibly
seen what was inside of it.

Rebecca and Burton are the only
other people with access to my home.

- Is there anyone else?
- No.

Think. If we knew who the CI is,
maybe we can discount the warrant.

Juliet.

Jackson: Who's Juliet?

I'm going to step outside for a minute.

[knocks]

Take care of the girl.

[knocks]
[door opens]

Lucas: How is she?

[sighs]

Doctor says she's gonna be fine.

That's good.

Siobhan and Brock,
they got Sharp and his buddies.

They're in holding right now.

Lucas: They're not
gonna get away with this.

Okay.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Yeah.

Yeah, we also arrested Proctor.

For what?

Assault weapons, but...

it doesn't really matter right now.

Emmett.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Doctor says you're gonna be fine.

I lost the baby.

It's gonna be okay.
Okay?

You just need to get some rest.

- It's gonna be all right.
- Emmett.

What are you doing here?
Shouldn't you be at the hospital?

- Meg is sleeping.
- How is she?

- She's gonna be fine.
- Thank God.

- Yeah.
- You can't still be on duty tonight.

Emmett: No, I already
called Brock to cover.

This is a test. That's all.

You're right.

Okay, well, I'll wait for Brock.
You get back to Meg.

[laughs] He's gonna be
here in, like, five minutes.

It's fine.

Just try to get some rest, sweetheart.

It's gonna be okay.
Promise.

- All right.
- All right.

- Well, you have a good night.
- You, too.

Alma: And you tell Meg that
I will be praying for her.

Emmett: I will.

- All right.
- Thank you.

Meg: Just a test.

Cheryl, I'm going to need
the other thing as well.

I think she must have stepped out.

Sheriff Hood.

How can I help you?

Well, I don't know if you heard,

but we arrested Kai Proctor last night.

Possession of illegal firearms.

- What does that have to do with me?
- Nothing I know of.

But I am curious

why Proctor would have so much
information on the Kinaho casino.

I mean, that is a lot of information

to have about someone else's business.

Don't you think? So I started wondering,

maybe everything going on
between you and him lately,

maybe you have a little more
to do with him than I know.

[chuckles]
Do I need to call my lawyer?

I know you'd never
intentionally risk the well-being

of your tribe by getting in
bed with someone like Proctor.

So I'd like to help you get
him out of your business.

And why would you do that, Sheriff?

We have a case against him
with these guns. It might stick.

But if it doesn't, I
want some insurance.

And what do I get out of it?

Same thing I get.
Same thing this whole town gets.

My father had certain
dealings with Kai Proctor.

Extortion rackets for land grabs.

I inherited those along with
everything else when my father passed.

He was a revered leader,
so I hope you can understand

why I didn't want to bring
these things to light.

Of course.
I understand that.

But I think we've all been
living in the dark long enough.

Yeah.
I think so, too.

Sharp: I've been wondering when
you'd come around to pay us a visit.

Look at him, boys.

That is one angry black man.

I guess we're lucky the bald
guy and the dyke caught us first.

- You think so?
- Hey, I liked the dyke.

[laughs]

Do you know what I
love about this country?

The same laws that protect people
from me, protect me from you.

You sound like my father.

I think that was an insult.

You see, my father believed
that the law spoke for all men,

even a black janitor.

You just have to have
faith in the system.

And he did.

One day his boss cheats
him out of some wages,

so he takes the guy to court.

The judge says, "Boy, don't
bite the hand that feeds you."

- Pops gets fired.
- That's some judge.

Couple years later he buys
his first car. It gets stolen.

So like any law-abiding
citizen, he goes to the police.

They say, "Boy, don't you
know we got better things to do

than to chase after some nigger's car?"

The point is, my father died without
ever having anyone to speak for him.

That's touching.

I never wanted to be a cop.

Just wanted to play football.

That didn't work out.

Now, you guys got me realizing
the real reason I'm here

is to speak for people who
can't speak for themselves.

People like my father.

And my baby boy who you killed today.

Fuck you, man.

I ain't scared of you.

What the hell is this?

Relax. He ain't gonna do shit.

There's no one else here.

You get past me and you're home free.

Oh, I'm gonna fuck you up, spook.

Sharp: Help him, asshole!

Take him out, Curtis.

Nighty-night.

Come on, he's going down. You got him.

Go night-night.

- You got him.
- Night-night.

He's going down.
[shouts]

[panting]

Sharp: He's had enough.

What did you say?

I said he's had enough!

You know how you feel right now?

That rage that you're feeling?

That keeps building inside you

because somebody
touched someone you love.

I feel that rage every day

when I see you and your people

overrunning this country.

It makes people feel better
to say we're ignorant,

but I see exactly what's going on.

I'm not ignorant.

And I'm not sorry.

Same deal.

You get past me,
you're home free.

[shouts]

[grunts]

[gasps]

[gasping, wheezing]

[laughing]

[gasping]

You know, if you're
gonna be here this late,

feel free to pick up a mop and a broom.

Tables can never be too clean.

Shit.

I got you, motherfucker.

What?

- Got who?
- Rabbit.

- I got him.
- How?

FBI followed protocol and digitized
all of Agent Racine's files.

It was a shot in the dark, but I found
an old exploit from a legacy system.

I used the computer.

Yeah, right. Racine found Rabbit?

Yes, he did. He just didn't know it.

But I do.

Kind of wish you didn't.

Hey.

- I was hoping you'd still be up.
- I'm up.

Listen, I just wanted to explain...

what, about the fact that you got an
illegal search warrant for Proctor's arrest?

I wouldn't put it quite like that.

Juliet never said
anything about those guns.

- You lied to get that warrant.
- But I ended up being right.

- That is not the point.
- What's the point, then?

That's not the point.
You know what Proctor's capable of.

- You put that woman's life on the line.
- Oh, come on.

Not to mention my career.
But that's nothing new for you.

- Hey, I didn't ask you for anything.
- You already did.

The second you got that warrant,
you made me complicit in your lie.

- Yeah, but Proctor...
- I don't give a fuck about Proctor, okay,

or how you got him, but if
you think that sleeping with me

gets you my unquestioning loyalty...

- You know that's not what I think.
- How do I know?

How do I know?
You never tell me anything.

I'll answer any question you have.

Right now.

[phone vibrating]

It's Brock.

Oh, my God.

- Brock: Hey, Hood, over here.
- Did you call for an ambulance?

- Yeah, they're on their way.
- Siobhan: Fuck.

They're alive.
I need more bandages.

Hey, Emmett, you want the
EMT to take a look at you?

No.

Two of the guys are mostly okay.

A lot of broken bones
and concussions, but...

the one guy,
Sharp, he's...

he's pretty bad.

Listen, Emmett, I think we
need to get your story straight

- before we call you a lawyer.
- Lucas: Hey, Brock.

You leave us alone for a minute?

Yeah.
Hey, we're gonna figure this out.

There's nothing to figure out.

You were in an emotional state.

Your wife, your baby.

They taunted you, you snapped.

- You didn't know what you were doing.
- I knew exactly what I was doing.

I've been dealing with guys
like Sharp my whole life.

Maybe not as extreme as him,
but it's always something.

A look, a comment.

Something.

You know, you get
real good at burying it

and hiding it behind a smile.

This, I couldn't let it go.

I didn't want to.

I've been following
His teachings for years.

Been turning the other cheek.

The thing about it
is if I could go back,

I'd do the same thing to
those pieces of shit again.

I'd do the same thing again and again

even though I know it's a sin.

So what kind of Christian
does that make me?

[sighs]

You know, when Meg first
told me she was pregnant...

my first thought was
"How can we raise a kid here?"

I mean, this town.

[sighs]

It's like everything that's good
just gets swallowed up by the bad.

It's like a never-ending cycle of shit.

Guys like Sharp feel like
they can do whatever they want

to whoever they want.

And we're supposed
to be part of the solution.

We're supposed to hold that line.

But there is no line.
Not here.

The Bible says,
"See that no one repays evil for evil."

Sometimes repaying it is all you've got.

I got no problem with that.

[knocks]
Brock: Hood.

.

[music playing]

♪ Walking through a room ♪

♪ And there's bodies everywhere ♪

♪ Must make like they move ♪

♪ No heartbeat there ♪

♪ I've been bad ♪

♪ Brazen and bold ♪

♪ And dragged my past in from the cold ♪

♪ I'll dance the circus till it's warm ♪

♪ I'll save the believer ♪

♪ I'll save the believer ♪

♪ Save the believer ♪

♪ Save the believer ♪

♪ Save the believer ♪

♪ Save the believer ♪

♪ Save the believer ♪

♪ Save the believer ♪

♪ Save the believer ♪

♪ Yeah. ♪

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