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Bob, what are you doing? It's 10 o'clock.

Just finishing up some stuff here.

Get out of here. Go home.

I will. Couple more minutes.

Bob, I'm not asking. I'm telling.

Okay? Go drink some eggnog or something.

It's Christmas, for Chrissakes.

- Merry Christmas. - Fuck you!

You don't care!

Stop telling me to calm down!

- Someone's gonna call the cops. - Good, let them call the cops!

I'll talk to the cops. They're gonna arrest your ass.

Yeah, you want that to happen? You know what's going on with cops?

You know what else fucking happened?

What?

I want a fucking divorce.

I'm not fucking happy with you.

Oh, don't say shit I can't come back with.

I hate you, motherfucker. I hate you.

You don't even give a fuck.

- Just another husband, huh? - Yeah, just another husband,

just another lying sack of shit, like you.

- Hey. - Ho, ho, ho.

Look out the window.

Hi.

Hey, kid.

How's it going?

Yeah, I'm okay.

What is it?

Nothing.

It's just that I saw

this family today at the market.

A mother and father and a kid

was riding some dumb airplane ride.

And then when it was over, the mother asked the boy,

"What do you want to do now?"

Just like, in that moment,

they could do whatever they wanted, you know?

As a family.

Yeah.

I told you it was stupid.

Nah, it's not stupid.

How's your mother?

Uh... She's okay.

Well, wish her Merry Christmas for me, okay?

Yeah, I will.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, sweetheart.

Mom?

Hello?

No!

Cyrus!

Look what I found!

- No! No! - Look at them.

Look at them now!

No! No! Get off me!

No, no!

♪ Long lay the world

♪ In sin... ♪

One for you, one for you.

All right. Here's one for you.

Arthur?

Arth... Santa!

Have you seen Gabi?

Have you seen Gabi? She was supposed to meet me here.

Her phone's been busy all morning.

- You call the house? - Yeah, house line,

cell, nothing.

Will you drive out there with me?

You know how she gets, me just showing up.

Yeah. Fucking divorces.

Ho, ho, ho.

Sarah!

Gabi! Grandpops.

You don't think they could have been overcome

by fumes or something? - Arthur.

Wait out here.

Hello?

Sarah?

Gabi?

Bob!

The Lord is my shepherd.

I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.

He leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his namesake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil.

For thou art with me.

What's going on?

Just thinking.

What you reading?

Oh, yeah, I read about that.

But what are you doing sitting all alone in the dark? Huh?

I breathe better in the dark.

I don't know why. I just do.

A girl so young.

Yeah, young.

Jesus.

You think she's still alive?

She could be.

But if she is...

...what she's going through ain't like nothing those sheep

in Clay could even imagine.

You want to go downstairs?

We got some of those Circus Cookies with the sprinkles.

We could just... eat a million of 'em.

I'm thinking about writing the Sheriff's Department in Mint.

Case Hardin? Bob Hightower.

You wanna?

She's a professional liar, Bob.

She was in a cult, for Christ's sake.

Assault with a knife, prostitution,

conspiracy to sell heroin.

You really think this person is trustworthy?

She says she's got information.

Fine. Bring her in. Sit her junkie ass across from me.

I'll pay the fucking Uber. - Come on, John.

People like that aren't comfortable coming in here.

No shit, she's not comfortable.

- Please, it's been six weeks. - Bob.

Six weeks. We haven't gotten anywhere.

Bob! We're doing everything we can.

I've let you take all the files and we run every lead,

no matter what. Haven't I? It's the right thing to do,

and I wouldn't have it any other way if I was

in your shoes. - But this is a lead.

But this type of bitch knows all the angles.

And you're way out of your league.

Look, it'd be another thing

if you were an experienced investigator but...

But what?

Go on, say it.

You're a desk cowboy, Bob.

A seat warmer.

I'm sorry. You want the truth, there it is.

Yes, sir.

You want coffee?

Yes, thanks. Black.

I would offer you a beer,

but I'll be on the wagon for the next 40 or 50 years.

I believe this was a cult murder.

Not a robbery or any of the crap you read in the paper.

I have photos from that night.

You could take a look at them and tell me what you think.

Okay.

Was Gabi into drugs?

No.

- Are you sure? - I'm sure.

I know my daughter.

Her friends into satanic shit of any kind?

Satanic?

She's 14 years old.

Does she look like she hangs with that kind of crowd?

We live in a small Christian community.

We don't have much in the way of deviant behavior.

We all came from family-oriented communities.

Even me.

Was this man a drug addict?

This is a syringe mark.

Is it?

What about this?

Judgment. What do you know about it?

Was he injected with a paralytic?

What do you know about it? Case?

No, no. - I need to think.

You gotta tell me what you know.

No, I can't.

Case.

- No. - Case. Case, wait.

No, please. I just need you to go away.

You have to tell me what you know.

- What's going on? - You have to go away!

I lost my wife. I lost my daughter.

You have to tell me what you know!

That's enough, Mr. Hightower.

I'm leaving.

What'd you say?

I didn't hear you.

You're what?

I said, I'm leaving.

Oh, yeah. That's what I...

that's what I thought you said.

Ah!

No! Cyrus, Cyrus, she doesn't--

Stay out of it.

Anyone else wanna leave?

Huh?

What about you, bitch? You want to try me again?

I got another boot here.

Fuck you.

Keep it running.

Hey, it's me.

You're not gonna shoot me, are you?

I wasn't expecting anyone.

What do you want?

I think I know who took your daughter

and I'm betting she's alive.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

The paralytic, the card.

I know this crew's handiwork.

- How? - Personal experience.

I used to be one.

And you think Gabi's alive?

I do.

All right.

Well, I'm gonna need a sworn statement,

and that means names,

descriptions of everyone involved.

Slow down, Bob.

If you think that you're going to track them down

with the cops or even the FBI, you can forget about it.

- Forget about it? - Yeah.

These are the followers of the Left Handed Path.

The word of the Devil.

What? You think you can just write down an address

and go round 'em up?

You won't even get close.

And as soon as they see a bunch of dumb shit cops

sniffing around, the first thing Cyrus will do

is slit your daughter's throat and drink her blood.

- Don't fucking say that. - I know that it's hard.

I know that.

But you gotta hear me on this, okay?

Forget about the authorities tracking your daughter down.

It ain't gonna happen.

If you want her back, you gotta get her yourself.

And lose the Boy Scout uniform.

All right, yeah. What else?

Get as much cash as you can and a truck that runs.

- I got one. - Okay, good,

'cause you and me are going on the road.

- We are? - Yeah, you and me, Bob.

I'll be back, bright and early.

I don't understand. Where do you fit in?

You think that you can do this alone?

No offense, but you don't send out sheep to hunt wolves.

We should reconsider.

This is reckless, son. And dangerous.

Just leave it alone, Arthur. I've made my decision.

I'll live with the consequences.

She's such a tramped out excuse of a thing.

I wouldn't put my faith in that.

Oh, I put my faith in God. Her, I'm traveling with.

How do you know she won't sell you out?

- I don't. - How do you know

she won't rob ya? - I'm dying inside, Arthur.

Do you understand?

A little bit every day, but I'm dying.

I might be stupid, but I'm going.

Give me the keys, I'll drive.

I want you to know something, miss...

If anything happens to this man over there,

there is nothing you can say or do to save your ass from me.

We understand each other? - Absolutely.

And you know what? I'm blown away.

As a matter of fact, I'm a little wet between my legs.

Be careful!

What?

Nothing.

Just thinking, maybe if you'd had

a stronger moral compass as a child,

like a religious foundation,

that you'd possibly be

better equipped to deal with what happened to you.

- You fucking kidding me? - Well, think about it.

I got snatched, asshole, just like your little girl.

Right out from underneath my mother's nose when I was 11.

Ain't got nothing to do with religion.

I'm sorry. Like I said, I don't mean to judge.

Yeah, well, too late.

Hi, come here!

Hi, hi.

Oh, my gosh.

Yeah, they remember you.

Ferryman.

You gonna give them all the love?

Come on, now.

Come on, now. Come on, now.

Look at you.

Glad to see you're amongst the living.

That's me, little miss sunshine.

So, who's that over there?

Oh, that's Bob.

His last name's whatever you put on his new ID.

Okay, Mr. Bob Whatever.

You got that fucking armor for me, or what?

I got the whole store over there for you.

- Hey. - Hey, how you doing, Robert?

Yeah.

Should we start this ID?

No.

Decal work first.

I want shit with bite.

Well, with that pasty white skin,

this ink gonna look real nice.

I thought we were here for guns.

You didn't say anything about tattoos.

- Yeah, well... - Yeah, well, what?

Bob, imagine if I showed up

at your little church looking like this.

You think I'd get a couple stares?

Well, you're about to show up

to a whole different type of church, my church.

And believe me, it's just as bigoted as yours.

Why didn't you tell me before?

I don't like discussing things more than once.

I don't like surprises.

Then don't be surprised by anything.

Well, sorry. I'm not comfortable with it.

Okay, then.

You can just pull the plug right now, go our separate ways.

Last time I checked, I was doing you a favor.

Hey, Bee-Dub.

You up.

Mm-hmm! Good one now.

What you want?

You want... cursive?

Hieroglyphics?

- Just don't go crazy. - All right.

So, what do you think, Bob Whatever?

- It's good. - Good?

That's some genuine, stone cold, Left Handed,

black magic shit right there.

It's perfect.

See, you gotta understand...

Great tattoo art doesn't come from bullshit stencils

like you see in those dick shop windows.

It has to be drawn to fit the skin.

In fact, the skin becomes the flesh, and the flesh becomes it.

It's like a marriage.

Stoned motherfucker boring you to death?

He's working on it.

Gotta use the head. Mind if I go inside?

You know where it is.

What am I working on?

Ying, yang, yang.

Mm-hmm.

Okay. Yang's all out.

I robbed your refrigerator.

Toss 'em again.

Oh, you're not making the poor motherfucker

throw the coins, are you?

Yes, you gotta get it right. Come on.

You and your fortune-telling bullshit.

It's not my bullshit.

He's the one who throws the coins.

He decides his own destiny.

I'm just here to report the facts.

Mumbo jumbo fucking cha cha.

It's not mumbo jumbo. It's synchronicity.

I don't ask the questions. I don't answer 'em.

Time will tell us all of that.

The coins don't lie.

Let's just get this over with.

No.

Fuck that. Give me the fucking thing.

What are you doing?

- One final touch. - No.

- Come on. - Hey, no. Not my face.

- Please. - No fucking way.

What's the matter, Bee-Dub?

You don't want to mess up them schoolboy good looks?

Come on, daddy.

All my lovers have one.

Fuck.

It's time for the money.

3,000.

- It's five. - No.

Two shotguns, four handguns, ammo, ID.

3,000, there's the deal.

He knows.

It's okay, I'll fucking deal with it.

Just give me the money. - What if he doesn't deal?

Then I'll take his arm, start killing the dogs one at a time,

just give me the fucking money.

Wait here, okay?

Let's put this chit-chat in perspective.

What's with the sheep?

Let's see if that math adds up.

One plus one equals Cyrus.

Oh, fuck.

12-24-20, right there in your handiwork.

Look, I swear to God, I don't give a shit.

But what you doing? You was on your way

to clearing your own shit up. Why this? You got a death wish?

Huh? Is that what you got? 'Cause they'll give it to you.

You out. Leave it alone.

Screw the sheep.

Cyrus too. He's a sheep.

Different breed, but he's a motherfucking sheep. Leave it.

I thought you gave that whole bad boy shit up

when you split, but now this? Let me tell you something, Case.

They will leave your ass behind.

Where is he?

They're on rat patrol.

And the girl?

She with him?

She with them.

Who's the sheep?

Interested third party.

- How interested? - Blood and bones, baby doll.

It's all crossing overtime now.

Bob, I'm glad you could join us.

We were just discussing the... philosophies.

See, my take on things is that...

selfishness is the key to survival.

What you think, Bob Whatever?

I think you don't give a shit what I think.

We all done?

Well?

She was alive two weeks ago.

Yeah.

Tell me about Cyrus.

I want to get a read on him. Well, what's his story?

- His story? - Yeah. What?

You got someplace else to be?

I mean, we're stuck in this fucking car for hours.

Really fucked up as a kid, bad junkie, thief, prostitute.

He sold his ass to pay for his bad habit, that sort of shit.

But then... - But what?

Somewhere along the line, something changed.

I don't know the reason.

But whatever it was, he found the Left Handed Path,

and that was it.

It anchored him,

like those freaks that find Jesus.

Excuse me.

My ex-wife was butchered by this piece of shit.

So if you wouldn't mind not comparing

his satanical bullshit to someone believing in Jesus Christ.

Hey, you asked. Pick your fucking poison.

No. Religion isn't secular. It's pure.

- Woo! - It's the unmoved truth

that all principles spin out from.

You're a real clit dryer, Bob. You know that?

Wow, that motherfucker cooked your head pretty good, didn't he?

I wouldn't use the word "pretty" and I wouldn't use the word "good".

Do not give a fuck about you.

Cleaned up his act, kept all his troops junkies.

- No, the truth's much worse. - Yeah?

Once upon a time, I was a disease just waiting to happen.

I found a ringmaster with a magic needle.

And I bowed before that needle.

When I got low enough, I made a god out of it.

The Devil's only an idea, Bob, an excuse for evil,

just as your god is an excuse for good.

They're concepts.

They're the needles just waiting for people

like you and me to stick 'em in.

That's real deep. I mean, wow.

You know what? I'll tell you what.

I'll keep my faith.

You can keep the rest of whatever the fuck it is you're talking about.

What made you finally decide to leave?

Cyrus, the group? I mean, what made you take off?

- Mama? - Stop!

What? Why are you following me?

Hey! Hey!

You mind your fucking business, you fat fucking cunt!

I'll slit your fucking throat!

Uh... A woman in a store.

So stupid.

Didn't even look like her.

I didn't even know what I would have done

if it was actually her or what I would've said.

Hey, Mom. How's it going?

How have the last dozen fucking years been?

Maybe I would have asked what I was like when I was younger

because I don't fucking remember. Or...

You know, when she stopped looking,

like, what the fuck happened?

You ever find out what happened to her?

Does she even know you're alive?

No. I... I don't know.

I don't even know if I'd want her to.

- Well, why not? - Because I don't.

All right? It's been a dozen fucking years.

And what's with all the questions?

Okay, okay.

Mind your own fucking business.

- All right. - Can we get the check, please?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

The prodigal daughter returns.

And who's this? A new member of the family?

This is Bob. Bob, this is Errol.

What are you doing here, Headcase?

Well, we were having dinner in Nogales

and I remembered your bar.

So I thought, why not come by and say hello?

Oh, dear, dear, dear.

I'm glad to see you couldn't make it.

I'm leaving.

Right?

Hey! Hey!

Bob! Bob, stop!

Fucking piece of work, you know that?

- Bet your ass. - Clean and sober, huh?

When'd you start using?

When did I start keeping my sleeves down, huh?

- I don't give a shit. - You don't fucking know.

Do you? - Leave me alone. Just shut up!

100 fucking degrees in that shit locker restaurant,

I've got my sleeves tucked in my fucking hands.

Fucking stooge.

You want to fucking know what's going on, huh?

- Oh. - Fucking, listen and learn,

desk boy. - Don't fucking...

Powder? Vitamin C.

Liquid cleaner.

Looks bad, scabs up nice.

No one but a fucking moron would believe

that I'm a shooter without checking me out first,

especially with an albatross like you hanging around my neck.

Happy?

You don't trust me? We're supposed to be a fucking team.

Not a team. I'm the one who's finding your daughter.

You don't need to know shit.

Better off staying stupid.

Perfect.

Listen... - Forget it, Bob.

You're strictly the missionary position.

You lie to me to get me to react a certain way,

then hold the-- - The missionary position

and not a trick more.

Is that a slogan or just pure venom?

'Cause the last time I looked-- - Last time you looked

would just be that, the last time you fucking looked!

I'm looking at you!

The banality of your cheap whore tricks, the lies.

- Fuck you! - No, no, you don't

fucking fool me. You think you fool me?

I know why you're here. I'm gonna help him get her back,

otherwise, if we get too close, Cyrus'll kill her quick.

What? You think your therapist wouldn't tell me?

I did say that.

I just thought...

If she had to go through what I did.

Just save it.

I can imagine it all.

Errol said Cyrus is coming.

When?

A few days, a week.

He doesn't know, but he's coming.

And Errol's gonna arrange a little homecoming for me.

I'm going.

Can't stand this room any longer.

Where's Errol?

Maybe still at Maquila.

Oh. Tequila, please.

Nice fucking artwork, man.

I mean it.

Fucking deluxe shit you got there.

Thanks.

What the fuck, man?

Gutter's waiting. Time to move.

Hey!

He's close, isn't he?

Fucking black magic.

Oh, fuck.

If they cross, we're fucked.

We're fucked, but we're crossing.

What about the guns?

Don't worry about it. Go.

Hello, sheep.

Ah!

Well, well.

Hello.

I want to come home.

Ah!

What?

You said you wanted a little blood.

Okay.

It's okay.

We all wanna come home in the end, don't we?

But how much is it worth to you?

It's worth everything.

Good answer.

Okay, load her up.

That's my girl.

You know what the real equalizers in life are?

Suffering and death.

Everything else is daycare.

But suffering and death?

They lay it out pretty fast

when it comes to who you really are.

How do I know I can trust you coming home?

How do I know you're not trying to fuck me?

Maybe you don't love me anymore.

You bring a pistol?

Maybe you wanna punch a few holes in the messenger.

No.

I don't know.

People play all sorts of games.

Know what I mean, Errol? - What?

You like games.

Don't ya, chief?

Uh...

Yeah, I don't know.

I don't even know what the fuck you're talking about.

Sure you do, Mr. Firewater,

Mr. Fucking Yuppie Redskin Phony who changed his name

so nobody would know he was a piece of shit from the reservation.

I mean, I'm half Cherokee, but the fuck?

How do I know you and the dead one aren't in this together?

- Come on. - How do I know?!

I'm not buying into this shit.

Nuh-uh.

Goddamn it.

You don't even fucking believe what you're saying.

Huh?

I don't travel with protection.

I don't need a fucking weapon. Right?

I don't scam anybody.

I don't screw anybody.

And if I did, would I use fucking Headcase?

Fuck no!

Jesus Christ!

This isn't fucking funny, man.

Oh, fuck.

It's time you wore your death mask.

The fuck are you doing? Shit!

The fuck!

Jesus Christ!

- Put on some music. - Music?

Cyrus, I'm your fucking partner! You don't get it.

Louder! Yeah!

Cyrus, I'm your fucking boy!

What the fuck is this? - Yeah, that's it.

We need blood to preserve the youth of America.

Go to it, sister.

This is not funny! This is not a fucking joke!

I have fucking anxiety!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Oh, my God!

Fuck! What the fuck!

Shoot him!

Shoot him!

No, no, no, no, no!

Have you seen mujer blanco?

No?

Hey!

Mujer blanco?

Hey! Mujer blanco?

Mujer blanco?

No? You're wearing her fucking jacket.

Where is she? Where?

Okay, we go.

Where?

Get off her. Sit down. Sit the fuck down!

What do you want?

Case? Case, can you stand up?

We need to get outta here.

Put your arms around me.

No, I don't...

Come on, man.

You gotta pull over.

I gotta visit some old witches.

Yeah, fuck me is right.

You all right?

I had him.

I fucking had him.

I should've killed him when I had the chance.

Don't worry about it.

Wouldn't get us where we need to go.

Come on.

We're not gonna find him here, are we?

No.

But he's going to the Mojave next.

Last night, when I was looking for you, no one spoke English.

I didn't understand anyone.

For some reason, Sam came to my mind.

Who?

My ex-wife's husband.

I always thought she married him

in part because he was Black.

Point out the differences between us.

Thinking about that says an awful lot about who I am.

I'm not sure it's the man I set out to be.

I thought I had it all figured out, I really did.

That the universe was bound together

by all the beautiful things I believed in.

Come.

Lie down.

But I was wrong.

Come on.

You need to rest your brain.

Don't beat yourself up.

You're doing what you need to do.

The thing is, we're all fucked up and wrong...

...trying to hide all the shit that's broken.

If I were to be truly straight with you...

When I first came out, you know...

It wasn't just about revenge...

...helping you.

But you were right.

Cyrus didn't give a shit about me.

I was nothing to him.

No going home, I guess.

I'm sorry you had to kill someone.

I'm sorry it was over me.

It's funny the things we...

...we tell ourselves without saying anything.

The agreements we make.

Yeah.

I'm sorry you had to suffer.

It's all right.

My body they had.

The rest they'll never find.

I've been thinking.

Might have to accept the fact that Gabi's already dead.

Either way, we gotta find out.

Can't give up.

No, no, she's my little girl. You know?

I used to believe that my faith protected me,

that every action of the soul was meaningful. I really did.

That we're more than just flesh, bone, molecules.

That God was good and everything would work out.

What am I talking about?

You don't believe in any of that, do you?

No, Coyote, I don't.

I think we all know what life is really about.

We're just not ready to accept the bad news.

So we fight it with God and the Devil

and all this New Age bullshit.

Everyone needs a club, right?

Club God or Club Scream.

Take your pick.

When it comes down to it,

we all know that it's X amount of years and then the ground.

Take a look.

This is the ultimate life form, the great equalizer.

It has no ties, plays no favorites.

All life falls before it.

It's as simple and profound

as any parable the Bible could slop up.

This is God, Coyote.

Grin and bear it.

Gonna get a cigarette.

Bob!

You're gonna tell us.

Where's my daughter?

Bob?

Bob.

Fuck.

Granny, you gotta tell us.

Is the girl still alive?

Come and get me, cunt.

You're crossing over.

What happened?

Okay, Bob Whatever.

I'm gonna play a little medic, okay?

Going to do a little memory time on the late night river.

All that catch-dogging got those nerve endings burnt up pretty bad.

Heart is all over the place. You going to go into shock soon.

Or you could die from the horse protein I'm gonna give you.

Can you hear me? - I'm thirsty.

- What? - I'm real thirsty.

Okay. You should have let me finish throwing them coins.

You might be dead already and we just wasting time.

I'm gonna give you a little fun juice.

So, whatever trip you make,

I'm gonna make it a little more enjoyable for you now.

You think he's gonna make it?

Maybe.

But if I was a betting man...

I'd say we're looking at a dead man.

How you feeling?

You know...

I love you.

I love you, Gabi.

You're gonna be okay, sweetheart.

You're gonna be okay.

Is it better? Do you feel it?

Yeah, that's good.

Now...

It's gonna be okay.

It's okay.

It's okay. Breathe.

You gotta breathe. Please.

You take her.

You promise me, right? - Okay.

- If she's alive, you, you-- - Sure. Sure, I can.

You're the only one I trust. You take her.

You promise me. Promise me!

- Yes, I promise. - Hmm!

Alive, huh?

Yeah, looks like it.

Are you thirsty?

Yeah.

I'm glad you made it, Coyote.

What's going on?

Cyrus called.

We let you sleep.

What's this?

It's bon voyage, Bee-Dub.

Means get the fuck out.

You ready?

I'm ready.

Not even a kiss hello?

I'm sorry about Mexico.

- It's all right. - I tried to stop him, Case.

Just forget about it.

Okay.

Is that the boy toy?

Got the shit with you?

It's in the back.

So where are we going?

Take 14 South.

To where?

You know, you and I don't have to not get along, you know?

We ain't gonna be around each other long enough

for one way or the other, sheep.

Just take fucking 14 South.

Hey, give me my phone. Case, give me my phone.

- Sit the fuck down. - Are you kidding me?

I said sit the fuck down!

Give me my fucking phone!

- It's me. - Oh.

Shut the fuck up.

Hello, debased one.

Have you come home to be swallowed?

Yes.

Well then, go see Errol. Get my money.

Come on, Cyrus. We know that you're on to us.

Lena told us everything. - No, I fucking didn't!

No, I fucking didn't! They're fucking lying!

Cyrus, I didn't say fucking anything!

I didn't say anything! Help!

Fuck you!

I don't care.

Get my money from Errol.

What money?

I told Errol the product would be delivered tonight

and to have my money ready.

One hundred thousand dollars.

But we don't have your stuff. We don't have anything.

Then I'd say you've got a big fucking problem.

Sundown, Energy road. See you there.

But, how? What do we trade with?

I don't know. Your lives, I guess.

- He wants us to kill Errol. - What?

Take the money.

Errol's waiting to make a trade.

We bring Cyrus the money, he gives us the girl.

You fucking killed me, Casey.

You fucking killed me. I can never go back now.

Is that why you didn't fucking let this fucking sheep do it to me?

You fucking could. - Lena...

No, fuck you! I'm fucking dead!

I have no fucking where to go.

- That's not our problem. - Fuck you, sheep!

- Hey. - Fuck you!

Hey, you could help us.

Fuck you too, then! I ain't doing it!

You don't have a fucking choice!

You're out on the street with a bullseye on your back!

Who the fuck are you, Case?

- That's it. Enough. Get out. - Who the fuck are you?

You fucking get the fuck out.

No! Casey, you fucking tell him.

- Hey! Come on. - You know I didn't!

No! No!

No, Casey!

You fucking tell him!

No! Casey!

No!

- What the fuck. - Fucking leave it.

Fuck you!

You fucking traitor!

You fucking sheep!

You're the fucking sheep!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you looking at, pervert?

Hey.

Hey.

Girl, what are you doing?

You get all the way out, and then you come back

with this big old neon sign around your neck.

Shooting the place up, guns blazing, why?

May as well have slit your own throat.

I know.

You think we didn't know about your little rehab?

We gave you the pass.

I know.

You don't think that I know?

I fucking know.

I need you to tell him something for me, Wood.

Tell him he can have me.

I'll bring the money, I'll bring everything.

He can do whatever the fuck he wants with me,

have a field day with my dead body.

Just let the girl go.

That's the deal.

Me for her.

You tell him.

What do you want me to say, Casey?

We both know how this is gonna end.

I gotta have this one, Wood.

He doesn't want the girl. He wants me.

You tell him that.

All right.

I'll tell him.

Let's do this.

Time to get swallowed.

Stop right there.

Put the bags down.

Now show me your hands and back the fuck up.

All right, I'll take my bag back.

- Oh, yeah? - You haven't paid

for it yet, Slick.

How about I pay for it right now?

No. No. No!

Fuck no!

No! Get the fuck out.

Hey! Easy. Easy. Easy. Come on!

What are you doing, huh?

This is my fucking house. What do you want?

Fuck you!

I'm so fucking over it!

What? You want the money? Is that what you want?

You got the fucking money. Actually, actually, take it.

- Bob. - It's not my fucking money.

Shut the fuck up.

- Bob! - What?!

Fucking take it!

You're crossing over.

So, what are we doing?

We get Headcase, and... you get the girl, correct?

That's the arrangement? - No.

No. No. No. Get the fuck away from her.

You stick that gun up my face,

I'll stick it up your fucking ass, bitch!

I'm gonna cut you like a bitch, motherfucker!

- It's all right. - What... what do you mean

it's all right? It's not fucking all right.

- I made a deal, okay? - You what?

- I'll eat your fucking face! - I made a fucking deal, okay?

You're dying tonight, bitch! You're fucking dying!

I'm confused.

This is what she proposed, correct?

But, now it's no good?

No good.

I'm not trading her. I'm not trading her for anything.

Oh, come on, Bob. Don't be stupid!

Shut up. Shut the fuck up!

So, what is it exactly that you're offering, Bob?

Where's the rest of it?

Where's my fucking daughter?

You'll get the rest when we've got Gabi

and we're safe and sound.

Pay me later?

I don't think so, Bob.

It's not like I'm giving you half your daughter back.

Your legacy's waiting for you over that hill.

When you see her, just drop the money and take her.

But all of it, Bob.

Every penny.

And you and I are finished.

Okay.

Let's go.

Now you, Headcase.

I want a word with you.

I just want you to know that whatever happens tonight,

you're crossing over.

Oh, yeah. The word's out, honey.

We're coming out of the gutter for you.

And when we find you,

just know that I'm going to be right there to watch you beg.

- Unbelievable. - What?

You should have taken the fucking deal.

You go behind my back. It's great.

I had it all worked out, you fucking idiot!

It was done, you had your daughter back!

We don't trade people for--

They're gonna come for us,

you know that, right? They're not letting us go.

They're gonna ride us out into the fucking black hole,

and then they'll come. - I know! I know!

If you know, then what's your fucking plan?!

I don't have a plan, all right?!

- So fucking stupid! - Let's just go get Gabi

and we'll figure it out.

Throw the fucking money over.

Gabi?

How you getting home, huh?

How you getting out?

Thank God.

Bob.

Bob, we gotta go.

They're coming for us, okay?

Bob!

We have to get out of here.

Bob.

Bob!

Where the fuck are you going?

Fuck.

This way. Here.

Go to the end. Okay?

Okay!

All right.

Some people are coming.

Some very bad people.

And if they see you,

you point this at them and you pull the trigger.

If you run out of bullets, you just drop your gun,

pick up the next one.

And whatever you do, you don't come out until I come get you.

Gabi, I'm gonna go now.

Dad?

Kill them.

Kill all of them.

What the fuck are you doing?!

Bring the fucking cars up. Everybody down the hill!

Case!

Hey, darling.

You don't look so hot.

Fuck you.

Yeah, we'll get to that.

You're all out of bullets, sweetheart.

Dad.

You're angry, aren't you?

It's never gonna be the same

and there's nothing you can do about it.

But be careful.

Cyrus wants you to become a war junkie.

So don't get too much at home.

You got Gabi to think about.

Where are you in all of this?

I'm leaving.

That's what I wanted to tell you.

I'm going, tonight.

Going where?

Just going.

I don't want you to.

I know.

I...

I did some digging.

I know you didn't ask, but I figured...

I figured what the hell.

You never know.

You never do.

She did look for you, by the way.

She looked hard.

You know, private investigators, APBs, flyers,

community service.

Local cop said she drove him crazy.

After five years, and it went cold,

she moved away.

Yeah.

Thank you.

I mean that.

Even though I don't believe in any of your shit...

...I'd play Mary Magdalene just to get you off.

And I would.

Might even take a little blood.

But I'd give you as good, man.

I really would.

Now do me a favor, Coyote.

And let me go.

Take care, okay?

Relax.

Finish up.

Put your hands up.

Walk out the door.

Forget about it.

Sit down.

What's with all the fucking drama, girl?

Why not just do me while I'm pissing?

We're in the heart of true country, so come on.

Send me home.

Oh, I get it.

You want to see if the cock's feet are made of clay.

Right, field hand?

That prince must fall shit?

Not happening, coolie.

I'm not like those sheep whose whore you are.

I don't pretend to be.

I am my freedom.

I wear it! You are nothing!

You're just trying to buy yourself back with one bullet!

You're crossing over.

And a part of me is going with you.

Where is it?

Yes!

Hello?

Hey, Coyote.

Case, where the fuck are you?

I'm here.