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They figured out we're not aid workers.

Three klicks from the ridge. Two cars in pursuit. Possible RPG.

Don't let them line up a shot!

Moving into position now.

In position.

- I have visual. Spider? - I have a shot.

Let her rip. We are ready to boogie.

What was that? It's a trap! Shooters on the ridge!

Hit the other driver! They're lining up the shot!

Shoot the truck!

Let's go before the others come.

The truck is empty.

Driver's dead. Other guy is gone.

Grab the gun. I'll look around.

Come on, work!

Parker, do you copy?

We are approaching the vehicle.

Parker?

Parker, we are approaching the vehicle. What's your status?

I'm sorry, Nick.

- I volunteered to tell the family. - I'll come with.

No, I got it.

Adam, no!

Parker!

What are you doing?!

Hey! Stop it!

Enough! Parker!

It's over! It's over!

Unbelievable. He won't even get a slap on the wrist.

You can't solve every problem with a knife.

Should I just have let him murder assets?

How does he think we're going to get information from them

if he keeps killing them all? Hmm?

I don't think the boy thinks.

♪ Pull it out push it in... ♪

Adam requested that you be transferred out of the unit.

How do you know?

♪ I'm not scared Do I need to force her to change... ♪

- You hacked his email. - I did not.

- You're gonna get caught. - I'm not gonna get caught.

You are gonna get caught.

I deleted the request.

"Thank you, Spider!" "You're so welcome, Parker."

Hmm. That's how that should've gone.

You read my emails?

- No, I do not read your emails. - Mm-hmm.

But that's only because you need to learn to unsubscribe from some shit.

Now, you have too much spam, girl.

You got more spam than a Hawaiian middle school in there.

Yo, what's that?

That picture. Who is that?

My prom date.

- Jesse? - Hey, Parker. How you doing?

Hey, um, it's not really a great time.

Yeah, sorry about that.

So...

Listen, there was a cave-in at the mine last night.

And your dad got caught underneath it.

And by the time we found him, it was too late.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm just, uh...

I'm just trying to wrap my head around all of this.

I've been thinking that maybe there's

some kind of poetry or something

in the fact that he was swallowed up in his favorite place.

He loved that damn cave.

What's that?

Found it on his desk in the bedroom.

Well, it's a letter. Why is it evidence?

Well, I'm wondering if it, uh...

if it could have been on purpose.

The cave-in, I mean.

You think this is a suicide note?

This is... It's just a letter.

I mean, we would write each other sometimes. It's not a...

It's not evidence for anything. It's just a letter.

All right. Uh... How did he sound the last time you two spoke?

Lonely? I don't know.

He missed me.

We... We missed each other. We always miss each other.

He's not that guy.

I mean, it was an old mine, a really old mine,

and old mines have cave-ins all the time.

Right. No. You... You... You're right. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Hands are sweating. I... I don't know.

It's fine. It's...

Um...

Can I give you a ride home?

- Yeah, I... I need a ride. - Yeah, I'm gonna give you a ride home. Um...

Let me grab my keys.

If you want to protect our America, vote for Senator Swann.

I'm Senator Ezekiel Swann, and I approve this message.

How's your dad's re-election campaign going?

Uh, uh, it's going.

Think one of your dad's rich donor friends

would be interested in buying Maria's?

Seriously?

Yeah.

But Harry built Maria's for you.

You don't want to stay and run the bar?

I can't stay. I'm gonna leave after the funeral.

It just doesn't feel like home without Pops here.

You want me to help you take these upstairs?

Oh, no, it's... it's fine. I'm okay.

All right.

- Thanks. - Yeah, I'll, uh...

I'll let you get settled in, then.

Okay.

You need me, just holler. Okay?

Thanks.

Cheers, Pops.

Oh jeez! I'm here to feed the lizard! Please don't kill me!

Mikey?

Parker?

Ugh.

Jesus.

You all right?

No! No, I almost shit myself.

Sorry about that.

No, it's good to see you.

Now, uh, where's that lizard?

Uh, Andy, come on out, buddy. It's dinnertime.

Does he usually come when you call?

No.

Hmm.

Uh, Harry was really proud of you.

He always talked about it.

How you... were killing terrorists, doing spy shit.

I don't know, whatever you're doing.

Do you know where they found him?

I found him, actually.

Oh man. Mikey, I'm sorry.

Will you show me?

Is that a camera?

Yeah, yeah. Harry, uh, stepped up security lately.

He actually got real cameras this time. Not like the fake ones in the bar.

So I saw a lot of dust coming out of the mine.

Uh...

It was crazy. It was so thick that I could barely see my hand in front of my face.

Couldn't find him anywhere.

I was, uh... I was worried, really worried something happened to him.

He'd just been spending so much more time down here.

Why?

I don't know.

This knife protected your abuelo.

It got me through Vietnam. It's part of our legacy.

Look at how tall you've gotten.

It's done.

I need you to sharpen this when we go back.

Never carry a knife without...

Without sharpening it.

Without sharpening it.

Hey.

- Parker. - Huh?

It's over here.

It took me like an hour to feel my way over here.

At first, I... I was worried he was trapped on the other side.

So I was... I was yelling for him, and then, uh...

And then I saw the... the blood.

I didn't know rocks could come down like that. Scary shit.

You okay?

Yeah, it's just...

What is that?

Did Pops mention

opening the tunnel more?

I don't... I don't know.

Why?

Huh.

Look at these pockmarks.

Uh, yeah, what about it?

Think you can, uh, do something about the power?

Uh, yeah, let me see what I can do.

Okay.

This place is incredible.

Imagine people come in, getting some of our family's recipes.

Sitting with your neighbors, enjoying each other.

- What name should we give it? - We should name it after Grandma.

Maria's.

All right, boss.

Maria's it is.

So, uh, guess you're my new boss now, right?

- Till I sell the place, yeah. - Oh.

Figured you were taking it over. You know, he always talked about it.

Nah. I gotta get back to work.

Well, if you're interested in keeping it, you know I could always run it for you.

We could turn a profit.

- Not a big one, but... - Cover your ears!

Why? Is that the grenade?

Parker... ...what the hell was that about?

- I have a question, Mike. - Yeah.

I believe that that mine collapse happened because of one of these grenades.

- Okay. - See the pockmarks in the rocks? The same.

But my father was a Green Beret,

and he knew how to handle explosives.

So what happened?

Uh, I don't know. Maybe he forgot he pulled the pin.

That's not possible.

It... It might be.

Okay? He was, uh... he was getting forgetful.

What do you mean forgetful?

Like, you know, he was... he was getting old.

He was just forgetting shit.

Pops never mentioned it.

Well, he's probably just trying not to worry you.

Plus, we all take care of each other here.

Like, when this place was hit,

people were here in like 30 minutes boarding it up.

Well, I'm gonna get another.

Do you want one?

Yeah. Here, twist my arm.

Okay.

Oh.

Mo!

Hey, Parker.

I'm getting a refill.

- Help yourself. - Thank you.

Yo, Mo.

- Yo! - Can we get another round over here?

Yes, sir, just give me one second.

♪ We got a knockdown band... ♪

- Thank you. - Thank you for your service. I got you.

Appreciate it, ma'am.

♪ They got guitar, fiddle, bass And drums... ♪

Whoo!

♪ They're all plugged in And the night is young... ♪

Haji!

Elvis Swann is here.

Haji! Another Bud.

- Name's Mo, Elvis. - Yeah, I know your fuckin' name.

It's a joke.

Cheers.

♪ They're the rockin-est band around... ♪

Do my eyes deceive me?

Jesse said you were back.

Elvis.

You two fucking again or what?

How about I buy you a drink?

We can toast to Harry.

Looks like you've already had enough.

Let's let bygones be bygones, shall we?

I was a dick to you when I was younger. Hey, hey, I'm sorry.

No girl was ever good enough for my brother.

I do think you guys would have some really cute mixed babies though.

Ow!

- You don't get to touch me. - Okay.

- You understand? - Mm-hmm.

Such a flirt.

Hold up.

What? It's a busted up car.

Jesse ever arrest the people that knocked over this place?

No difference. Some assholes robbed Frank's trailer last week.

Gas station got hit a month ago.

Hmm.

Got people staring at us.

People can suck it.

How do you like that? That was...

- That was pretty. Yeah. - That was smooth as hell.

- Oh man. - Mike, let's sit for a sec.

I just want to keep an eye on that truck.

It's... stolen.

- Truck you were looking in? - Mm-hmm.

Okay, well, if it's stolen, you want me to call Jesse? He'll take care of it.

Not yet.

Start the car.

Up next, an old favorite, here on KWIO.

Could you slow down? Get off their ass!

Leave one car distance between us and them, okay?

Fuck, okay, it feels weird.

You know, what if they just drive a busted-up car?

And now we're... we're being Karens, we're following them.

We are not being Karens.

They had a machine gun in the back of their car.

A machine gun? Where would you even get a machine gun?

It's not easy.

- Holy shit. - Yup.

Now, my friend, you can call Jesse.

Okay, I'm going to call... Where are you going? Parker!

What the hell are you doing?! Shit.

Any other cash in here?

You got a safe? Huh?

Hey, yo, yo, see if there's a safe.

Come on! Let's go.

They held me at gunpoint and took it right off my wrist.

You know, my dad gave me this watch when I graduated high school.

I can't believe you found it.

And you remembered it was mine after all these years?

Yeah.

I'm sorry about Harry, but I'm glad you're home, kid.

Huh.

Maybe this'll work.

Whoa!

One more! Load it up.

- Elvis Swann. - Yeah!

You little rat.

Ah. Load me up.

Count me down, baby!

- All right. Three, two, one! Fire! - This is the one.

- Yeah! - Whoa!

Fuck the money, man. Let's keep it!

Where the hell did you get that?

Are they just giving out military weapons now?

- Hey. - Hey. Is this a bad time?

Nah, for you, never. No, I'm just walking to the car.

You know, they got me over at Langley, stroking a few keys for a few weeks.

How's home?

You know, home.

What do you know about Cirrus Securities?

Small-time cloud storage used by a lot of CCTV providers.

Think you can break into it?

Who are you talking to? Of course I can break into it. Why?

I found a link to it with some of my dad's stuff.

He installed a bunch of new cameras on the property, so...

Uh-huh. Should we, uh, I don't know, take a look-see?

- Yes, please. - You know the deal. Shoot me that link.

I already did.

All right. I am in.

Really?

Well, your pop's password was one, two, three, four.

Jesus, Pops.

Yeah, now I see where you get all your chaotic storage vibes from.

I mean, it's a lot of footage here, P, but no organizational system.

Can you go to the day he died?

- It's two Thursdays ago. - I mean, that's gonna be a minute.

It's a lot of footage, and I gotta go file by file, check every single one.

Let me see if I can get an intern to write a program for you. Hold up. Okay.

I see, uh, some footage of a monster truck with some flames on the side.

- Any idea who that could be? - Is it black?

- That's the one. - Yeah.

Elvis Swann, two n's.

He's a total dipshit.

His dad is a senator.

I actually caught him messing around with an RPG on my property earlier.

- Any idea why he'd be in the mine? - Pops had it set up like a living room.

He had a stash there.

Booze, old records, movies.

Oh shit. Your pops had an actual man cave in a real cave?

Yeah.

- Mmm. - Oh, other hobbies.

Your boy Elvis watches a lot of porn.

Uh, looks like he's on the dark web a lot too.

Really? Doing what?

It looks like selling some M16s, Sig Sauers, MK13s.

All this stuff's still active service.

I mean, they've got to be stolen. Any mention of grenades?

Don't see any grenades. It's probably a hard sell these days.

I swear, if he had anything to do with that cave-in, I will kill him.

Hey, P, get proof first.

Trail him a bit. Track him. I'll call you when I have something.

You good otherwise?

I'm always good.

Shit.

- Hey. - Oh, what's up, fool?

Parker?

- Oh, what a treat! - Hey.

Oh, I'm so happy to see you!

Don't mind the hands. I'm getting a bird ready.

- No worries. - Do you want a beer?

- Of course I do. - All I've got's light.

Yeah, I'll take a beer too, please.

Sorry, you're out.

Mom, you didn't get beer?

So, Georgia, since you kind of have your ear to the ground,

what have you heard about Elvis other than,

you know, being a piece of shit?

He's the same old entitled you-know-what,

selling drugs to Allen's kids, riding around Quinnie's lot drunk.

Still hanging with, uh, Beck and Mickey?

Mm-hmm.

Wow, those guys haven't been arrested yet.

Well, who's gonna arrest him, Parker? Jesse? I mean, come on.

Touché.

Elvis got them jobs at the Army depot.

I can't imagine what they're doing there though.

Not making this town any safer.

You hear anything about Elvis and guns, Mikey?

Uh, I don't know.

Um...

Matter of fact, yeah. He tried to sell an AK, uh, to my buddy Trench.

- Tried to trade him for his dirt bike. - No.

- Yeah. - Where'd he get an AK from?

- Uh... Walmart. - Mmm.

- Think they're having a sale. - Funny.

'Sup, hot stuff?

Your boy Elvis has an exchange set for this afternoon at his place.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

And I assume you've snuck into a window or two in your youth.

Your assumptions are correct.

I wonder what you think about that, Senator Swann.

I've never felt more unsafe in my own country.

In an effort to be progressive, Washington has stopped protecting us.

When I'm re-elected, I will continue to fight for our values.

Freedom, family, and faith.

I am Creation through and through.

- Swann residence. - We're here to see Elvis.

Come on in, boys.

I couldn't agree more, Senator Swann.

Thank you, and God bless.

God bless America.

A little more party, huh?

A little more party.

Okay, boys.

I got this one right here.

Since day one, baby!

Yeah, I'll take all of these.

Great, great.

Rumor has it you might have access to something a little bigger.

How much bigger are we talking about?

I'm looking for RPGs.

Ah... I'll have to talk to my connect about that.

See what I can, uh... See what I can do.

You get me five RPGs, and I'll have half a mil

in your bank account by the end of next week.

Yeah, I think we can figure something out.

Anybody can defend America against foreign threats.

- Oh really? - Mm-hmm.

But how many people can defend Quinnie's new herd from meth heads?

I think you should quit.

Move back home, come on as my deputy.

I think you just miss me.

- You think? - Yeah.

Hey, Parker.

Hey, Dad.

Senator.

I see you two old lovebirds.

How is being back?

Um...

- Good. - Yeah?

I see your campaign is, uh, going well.

You're on all the billboards, and I hear your ads on the radio.

- Mm-hmm. - Very passionate.

Nah, that's some bullshit. Power over policy, right?

That's what people want, Parker.

We have got to have her over the house one of these nights, huh?

Catch up, right?

I mean, I would get drips and drabs from my son here.

Sure.

Yeah?

Well, how about this weekend?

You'll come too, Jesse.

Anyway, I gotta get back to the office.

It's good to see you.

Have fun.

God, I feel like I've been shot back to high school,

like I should be worried about sneaking off

before Harry's done with last call.

Remember that time I tried sneaking out the window,

and he was in the parking lot with his friends?

And he said, "Jesse, what've you been doing these days, other than my daughter?"

Yeah.

I thought I was dead,

till he started laughing.

He liked you.

He liked messing with me.

Same thing.

He didn't kill himself, Jesse.

You know that, right?

Well, he hadn't been himself lately.

You know, he was... getting more and more confused.

It's not like any of us were worried about him being home alone or anything.

It was just that sometimes he would...

...you know.

I know. Mike told me.

So you think he killed himself because he was forgetful?

That's not a thing.

When are you gonna release the body?

Uh, tomorrow.

I told them to prepare him for cremation so you can have the funeral.

And we're ruling it an accident.

Good, because it was.

It was an accident.

Is there anything I can do?

I wanna help.

That's very generous of you.

It's Roberto.

He's gonna make me go back to AA, I guess.

Better than getting a divorce.

Ugh.

Everyone in town knows I'm not racist.

Hmm.

In fact, my great-grandfather

was a Native American.

Oh really?

- Yeah. - What tribe?

Yeah, I don't know.

But it's where I get my lactose intolerance from.

You're funny.

You know, people see a white guy

spouting conservative talking points in this climate and they shut down.

Never mind that most Latinos are conservative.

You know, people like you around here, Parker.

They like Harry, or liked him.

- If I could get an endorsement from you... - Oh, hey, careful, Dad.

You blow her ego up too much, she's gonna end up running against you.

Now there's a question I wanted to ask you. Uh...

How am I supposed to say that, that, uh... that "Latinx"?

How do I say it? Is it Latinx or...

It's great. The way you're saying it, it's great.

- Oh, is that right? - Mm-hmm.

Well, can I be honest with you?

Please.

I don't understand it at all.

Latinx.

- I gotta go. - You can't stay for a minute?

No, no. It's a... It's a work emergency.

Let's do this again.

That's a shitload of rocks. Going to be clearing them all night.

The Swanns need to pay us for this shit.

How long before she's back?

Wow, I guess this spic really loved Chuck Norris.

We should take those back with us.

This is my favorite part.

Come on, Elvis, get up. This is your mess.

Mm-hmm.

Get out of his chair!

Oh shit!

- You did it, didn't you? Didn't you? - What?

- Help! - Elvis?

Shit!

Walk. Now!

Do what she says. Go!

Go on, go! Come on, get to it!

Shit. No! Oh.

Hey, hey.

- I didn't kill Harry, okay? - I don't want to hear it!

What do you think's gonna happen? My brother's gonna come and arrest me? Ah!

Ow, don't do that!

What makes you think he doesn't already know I'm here?

Huh?

Oh God, Maria's!

No! Stop!

Please, stop!

Fucking bitch!

Mickey, stop!

Come back here!

Come out here, bitch!

Come on, Elvis, get in.

Get it goin'! Come on!

Elvis!

Oh shit!

Let's go. Come on!

The tires are flat.

What the fuck?

You killed Pops.

- You killed him, didn't you? - Hey, get off him.

You smuggled guns through the tunnels, and he caught you.

I said get the hell off him!

Parker, stop it! Get off him! You're gonna kill him!

Admit it! Admit it, Elvis!

Calm down, or I'm gonna have to arrest you.

He murdered Pops!

I'm gonna kill him!

You told me you stopped.

Right. Oh...

You don't know how much they were offering for just a couple of these missiles, so...

Who are these people?

I don't know. They're... They're people from the fucking Internet.

- Fucking motherfucker! - Boys! Come on, quit it. Quit it!

You're the worst thing that's happened to this place.

You know that?

Selling goddamn stolen guns on the dark web,

drawing every type of nasty person to our town!

All this crime is a win.

It's a win!

You're the sheriff of the town. You get to play hero.

Dad looks generous.

It's saving his fucking career, man. I mean, you guys should be thanking me.

Goddamn it.

If you'd just kept her at the dinner, none of this shit would've happened.

Everything would've been fine. She would be having a nice meal, enjoying herself

while we cleared out the cave and got the fucking missiles!

You could've at least told me what the goddamn plan was.

- Supposed to tell you everything? - You're supposed to...

Enough!

Enough!

How much does Parker know about this?

Too much.

You gotta clean this up.

I got good news for you.

My dad found a buyer for the five acres around Maria's.

They're willing to give you three million for it, as is.

Five million.

Just take the money and go back to your life.

How... involved are you?

Was our whole thing supposed to be... a distraction?

No. No.

You let me think he killed himself.

What are you doing?

There's footage of their bullshit.

The best thing you can do is turn yourself and them in.

The cameras in the bar are fake.

He put real ones outside.

I'll need to see them, then.

Oh really?

Not before my lawyer does.

Thanks for coming out all this way.

Anything for Spider.

- Luis Torres. - Parker.

- Pleasure to meet you, Parker. - You too.

Can you, uh, excuse us?

Yeah, I'll be in my office.

You're being held for assaulting Elvis,

but they also found a body at Maria's.

Sheriff.

Wonder if I could ask a few questions.

- Yeah, sure. Sit. - Thank you.

Sheriff, the men Parker caught robbing the feed store last week,

they're still in the hospital, yes?

Mm-hmm. Are they relevant to all this?

No, just doing my due diligence.

Your brother, Elvis,

he's employed by your father, yes?

- In a limited capacity. - Which is what?

I stay out of it.

All right.

Well, that's all I got for right now. Thank you for your hospitality.

Sheriff?

Oh, don't you want to be done with this, Parker?

Come on.

Just give us the security tapes.

You know, if you, uh... if you

pivot on that back foot,

you won't punch like such a little bitch.

Maybe she's full of shit.

There is no security footage.

Harry had no fucking idea what he was talking about half the time.

Fucking...

Parker, please.

You can make this stop.

So could you.

Why don't you just tell us what's on the tape,

and then we'll give you a little water and some food,

and you know, take those little cuffs off for a while.

- No, I'm good. I'm good. I like it here. - Yeah?

You wanna know what really happened to Harry?

Dad.

Look, I'm working with the hand I got.

Let's make a trade.

Okay.

It's with a friend of mine.

I need to call and tell him where to send it.

Come on.

What?

If you tell her too much now, it fucks everything.

Well, we can keep busting her ass.

- I mean, either way it's on her. - You've gotta call this off.

- The fuck? - Who are these people?

If you try anything...

you understand what's gonna happen to you, yes?

What's his number?

202...

555-1227.

Tell him it's Parker, and call back on this number.

Good girl.

Hey.

Hey, Spider.

I'm gonna need another favor from you, my friend.

I'm, uh, here with Senator Swann

and, uh, his sons.

They're torturing me.

Shoot her, Jesse! Shoot her!

Gun down. Down.

Do what she says, boys.

Get in the cell.

- She's not gonna kill you. - No, Parker!

In the cell, now.

Get on the ground!

- Shit. - Now!

Okay.

Stay down!

Calling all cars. Calling all cars.

Be on the lookout for a Swann County Sheriff's patrol SUV.

Driver is a woman, Hispanic, 30s.

Should be considered armed and dangerous.

Maybe you should stop the car.

No, I'm fine.

Yo, if you get this, call me. I'm coming out there.

You better be okay.

Shit.

Uh...

What was his name?

- Where is she? - Jesus, Beck!

- Jesus Christ, Elvis! - Get up! Come on.

Just tell me where she's at.

Mike, come on. Where is she, huh?

- Who?! Who the... - Come on, you know who I'm talking about.

Come on.

- What the hell are you doing? - Shit!

Pull the trigger. See what happens.

- Mom, put... Mom, put the gun... - Huh?

- I will blow his brains out. - No! Fuck.

Hey. Look what we got here. There's blood on the carpet.

Hey, take the shotgun.

What?

Come on out, Parker. I'll shoot both of them. I promise you that.

- No one's in the basement, Elvis. - Shut up.

Get your ass down there.

- Go on. - You guys are stupid.

I told you there's nobody down here.

- What's this shit? - It's weed, Elvis.

- You see Parker, you call me. Okay? - Yeah.

If not, I'm coming back here and I'm gonna burn this goddamn house down.

Okay.

I'm taking this shit.

You better call me if you see her. Now, let's get the hell out of here.

Elvis has left the building.

God.

Oh shit, man.

Shit.

Oh, someone's waking up.

How we doing?

How'd I get here?

That would be Roberto. You went off the road near his tractor.

He pulled you out of the wreck and brought you here.

Dude, the hell you getting into with Elvis?

Elvis...

Elvis is using Pops's mine.

He's using Pops's mine to take...

weapons from the military depot.

Shit.

Elvis...

Elvis is the reason why Pops

is dead.

Shh. Shh.

- I'm gonna get him. - No.

You're not going anywhere right now except getting rid of this fever.

All right? Just sleep.

Shh.

I did some research into the guy you've been selling to.

I don't want to talk about that shit right now.

He's on the domestic terrorist watch list.

He's the guy that blew up server farms a few years ago,

killed 37 people.

This is some Timothy McVeigh-level shit, man.

You got to call this off.

No.

They've been expecting those weapons for two days now.

What do you think happens if we don't deliver, huh?

Ouch.

Yo.

Mikey.

What the f...?

How long have I been down here?

Uh, better part of three days.

Sure you should be getting up?

Unless you want me to piss on your floor.

Okay, well, let me help you.

- No, I'm... I'm good. I'm... - I know. I know.

Oh yeah.

What's that?

Oh.

What's that?

This is the crop.

A lot of growers in the area

were using pesticides and a bunch of garbage, so...

Took it upon myself to produce this.

- It's impressive. - Thank you.

- All right, I gotta pee. - Oh yeah.

- Oh! Not so fast. - Sorry.

How's it look?

Hang on.

Yeah, we're good.

I'm through.

Hey.

Yeah.

Captain Mulberry's office. How can I help you?

This is Parker Calvo. I need to speak to the captain.

Mass destruction.

No, I'm on leave.

But I uncovered criminal activity at the Army depot in my hometown.

No, it's not an active investigation, but the captain needs to know.

I don't know who's involved over there, so I need to speak to the captain.

He's not available.

Just get him on the phone.

You're a dick!

So okay, so we can recover these missiles after they've been sold, right?

I don't know.

FBI's been hunting that guy for years, and he knows how to hide, so...

Uh, how can all these weapons go missing and the government not notice?

That's ridiculous.

I mean, it's just a matter of shuffling inventory around

and, you know, screwing with government software.

It's actually not that hard. I've done it myself.

Because you're a spy.

No. I'm not a spy. No.

Okay. Just what a spy would say.

Georgia, do you have any more of those, like, magical pain pills?

So what do you do for the government?

Shenanigans.

- Shenanigans? - Mmm.

Thank you.

You wouldn't, by any chance, have a bunch of guns lying around somewhere, do you?

No.

But I know who does.

Whoa.

Mo, you sexy bitch.

Mm-hmm. I've got the perfect one.

For the record, I think this is a mistake.

That'll work.

- Ammo, please. - Right here.

Thank you, my friend.

Te amo.

Cuídateme.

Whoa!

Huh!

You can pull up a lot of shit with this, Frank.

Yeah. Yeah.

You know, Parker, I...

I feel like I'm doing wrong by Harry by... by letting you go off like this.

Unfortunately, Frank, my friend, you don't get a say in what I do.

Yeah, I... I know.

- But you know what you can do? - What's that?

Make sure I go in prepared.

I will. Okay.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

Wow.

That's not a gift. It's a loan.

I like it.

You're a businessman, right?

You understand delays happen.

Your son and I had a deal, Mr. Swann.

Important opportunities were missed.

Well, and I apologize for that.

- Yeah? - That's not good enough.

It can't take days.

I'll tell you what. Give me back all the money I paid you.

When you get everything together, we'll renegotiate.

You'll have your supplies tomorrow.

Why don't you be a gentleman about this?

Elvis said it'll be a few days.

Having some access issues.

We'll throw something extra in for you.

I mean, uh, you boys like drones?

We'll get you a little drone at cost. What do you think?

I can't get you your money!

- We spent it. - On what?

My campaign.

Then show me where my weapons are.

- How's it look? - Elvis's truck is in there.

I'm gonna have to go in.

Well, you should be careful.

Yeah, well...

If it goes sideways, you drive.

All right? Don't try to be cute.

- You understand? - Yeah. Yeah. Okay.

Shit, man.

Elvis?!

Jesse?!

Why'd you do that? Huh?

Where's Jesse and Elvis?

I don't know!

Some mine.

What really happened to my pops?

I was just trying to make you talk.

We had nothing to do with him dying.

I was just bluffing.

Why are politicians such liars?

Now tell me the truth.

Did you kill him?

Parker?

I got him to talk.

Uh...

What did he say?

Pops discovered what they were using the tunnel for.

And he went to blow it up.

Jesse shot him in the back.

While he was dying, he must have pulled the pin from the grenade.

Tunnel went down. That's why you found him under the rubble.

Shit.

Thanks for your help today.

What are you doing?

I can't let them leave with those weapons.

Parker! God... Goddamn it.

That's a lot of guys.

The... The Swann mansion's one thing, but... but these people are...

- I know those tunnels better than anyone. - So?

This isn't an option.

- What if I at least caused a diversion? - No.

Don't go near the mine.

God, you scare the shit out of me.

Evening, fellas.

Looking for Parker.

- Shit. - You've got the wrong place.

Yeah, seems like I do.

Sorry about that.

Oh, wait, wait. What name did you say?

- Was it Parker? - Yeah, that's right.

Oh yeah, he's inside.

Come on.

- He's inside? - Sitting in there hanging out.

Yeah, you know, I think I'll come back later.

Uh-uh.

Go ahead and throw it.

Man, if you step on my shoes...

Who the hell are you?

Right fucking now! I want to know what's going on.

Why is one of my delivery trucks on fucking fire right now?!

You find this amusing?

I'm gonna execute your brother in front of you

if you don't start talking right now.

What's going on, Elvis? I thought we had a deal. Huh?

How are you gonna replace those? We had half a truck filled.

I didn't blow up your goddamn truck.

All right?

Fuck! Ah...

Fuck.

Get back in that depot and replace those crates.

That's not how this works.

We take any stuff that's not on that list, they're gonna know it's missing.

If they don't do it, shoot 'em and take it yourselves.

Get 'em the fuck out of here.

How much longer until my truck gets here?

- Fifteen minutes. - Okay.

That's enough time for you to find that prick on the ridge.

Get it out of him.

Hello, ladies.

- How many are with you? - None.

- They know what we're doing in the depot? - Probably.

They're the US government, and y'all are a bunch of dumbass hicks.

'Sup, damsel in distress?

- You good? - Yeah.

Thank you. The hell you got me into?

Just a little domestic terrorism.

We gotta blow this shit up.

We need to get the hell up out of here.

After we blow it up.

Here.

Parker! Fire in the hole!

Spider!

Spider!

Spider.

Spider!

Spic bitch.

Parker!

Mo! What are you... What are you doing here?

You okay?

Spider. I lost Spider.

- Lots of spiders in here, kid. - Spider's her friend, Frank.

Spider!

Spider!

- I... I got it. - Yeah, thanks.

Get the other guy.

Yeah. I got you.

Hey, hey, hey. Who's that?

Hey. Hey.

You owe me a new suit.

Get the beam off his leg.

No, stop. I don't want him to bleed out.

It's Jesse.

Go. Finish the job.

- Girl, get out of here. Go. - I'll stay. Go on.

I got it.

Oh.

Watch out.

I saw Jesse go up this way.

Okay, we're clear.

How's the arm, Parker?

- I'll live. - What's on the other side of the door?

- Mo. - Yeah?

- Grab the door. - Okay.

Ugh.

Oh shit.

We're at the depot.

Put your guns away.

Let's go.

Shit.

Oh man. What are you doing?

All right.

Get everyone out of the mines. Okay?

I'll get Jesse. Go.

- Wait. - Help!

No. Parker!

Help! I've been shot!

- Hey, where are you coming from? - I've lost so much blood. Oh.

- Hey, get the CO. - My arm. I've lost so much blood.

- We'll get you to medical. - Please! I need a doctor.

- I'm feeling faint. - Okay, go grab the medic.

- Yes, sir! - Who shot you?

I don't know.

It was in the tunnels at my property next door,

and the sheriff went after him. I... I didn't see him. Did you?

The sheriff? No.

- Any other civilians? - No, ma'am.

Oh God! Oh no.

Oh! Please...

Please go get a medic now.

- Please. I'm gonna bleed to death. - Don't move.

Sergeant! You've got to see this.

There's a passage back here.

Fuck.

Come on, come on.

Get the fuck outta here.

How could you do it?!

Get away from me!

God!

God!

Oh fuck.

He was better to you than your own father!

I'm calling the shots now.

You dumb piece of shit!

Where do you think this goes? How does it end?

Everyone in town knows what you've done.

- I'm getting out of here. - With that?

How?

You're smarter than this.

- Give it to me. - No.

I won't hurt you.

Bullshit.

I'm gonna put my hand on your arm, okay?

And I'm gonna slide it down.

Okay?

Just keep your hand on the lever until I get a grip on it.

Why are you helping me?

Just... Just breathe.

Just breathe. Just breathe, okay?

Harry caught us.

I offered to cut him in. He should've just listened to us.

Stop. Stop it.

I should've left this town, like you.

This place is a black hole that fucking eats you up.

Stop. No!

No!

A security threat has been reported on base.

All personnel must immediately evacuate to the nearest safe area

and follow emergency protocols.

It's been four weeks since the death

of the now-disgraced Swann family.

But change is already in the air,

with a new ballot initiative to rename the county.

Has Creation changed for the better?

Many are looking forward to a new perspective in Creation.

But who are the candidates vying for Senator Swann's seat,

and what kind of changes are they promising?

I got it. Grab my laptop.

All right, tough guy. A cave fell on you. Will you just let me...

Oh, you underestimate the month of bed rest and Mike's medicinal weed.

You see Cirrus Cloud? Hit that.

- You ready? - Yep.

All right. One, two...

- Three, four. - Okay, you got it?

Yeah, I remember.

I can't believe you didn't change it.

My intern found that footage from the night...

of your pops being killed.

I don't want to see it.

See that folder to the bottom right?

Yeah.

Check that out.

Looks like he was learning to back up his files.

Oh my God.

Yo, the pink hair, my favorite.

'Cause you was obviously going through something.

- You are one to talk. - What?

With that lumberjack vibe you're sporting.

All right, all right, all right.

Hey, Mikey.

Hey, boss.

I got two paint swatches here for you.

One is, um, Dead Salmon, and the other is Grandmother's Chin.

No, that's not right. It's Grandmother's China

Um, which one do you want to, uh, put up behind the bar?

I feel like you should make these decisions

because you're the one that's gonna be looking at it.

I was thinking Dead Salmon would go the best with the light.

Okay.

Also, a bunch of soldiers are asking around town about you.

What should I tell 'em?

Tell 'em if they wanna talk to Parker, follow protocol. Call the CIA.

Tell them that.

- I knew it. You were spies the whole time. - No, we're not.

Sure. Sure. Yeah. Just what a spy would say.

So listen, Not-A Spy,

I'm thinking about throwing a grand opening during the holidays.

Can you make it back to Creation for that?

Um... Yeah.

Yeah, I'll try.

Do or do not, fool.

Catch you later, kiddo. Gotta go.

- See ya. - Bye.

You good?

Yeah.

I'm always good.

- Mm-hmm. - Mm-hmm.