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-Looking good. -Don't lie to me.

I'm not, you all right?

Hell no.

Hear anything?

Could we not?

I just miss you.

We all do.

Just cut the bullshit

and tell me what I want to hear.

Do I have a court date yet?

-I'm working on it. -Shit.

This fucking lawyer's taking too goddamn long.

What about that other thing?

I took out the garbage.

-Yeah? -Yeah, it's done.

It's about time.

Oh, and we're still planning that big dinner.

-How big? -Big.

In fact, we're gonna need to go out

and get some more meat.

-Yeah? -Yes, and this is growing

a little bigger than we thought.

That a problem?

Not for me.

More just means more.

Now, you sure you going to have everything ready

when the guests arrive?

I'm sure.

These guests don't like waiting.

I got this, Pop.

-Do you? -I do.

You're sure you can handle this?

Yeah.

All right then.

All right.

Claire, you want to give that a try?

What took you so long, my man?

Oh.

Clinton's Colonel Lee Gunner is back from Afghanistan

after a long year away.

Here, the President awarded Lee

the Medal of Honor for his bravery,

above and beyond the call of duty.

Hey, are you that guy on the television?

Welcome home, Lee.

Hold on... I can handle them.

We don't need trouble.

This town's changed a lot.

You've been gone a long time.

Come on now, fellas,

you'll scare away my patrons.

I'm in need of the coldest beer you got.

First round's on the house.

Where's Dave, huh?

Not here, man.

When's he coming in?

He's not.

He owes me money.

Really? For what?

Who the hell are you?

Nobody.

I think I'll just wait around until Dave gets here.

He won't be here.

Why the hell not?

'Cause he's dead.

Is he now?

What happened to him?

Why you eyeballing me?

'Cause I don't like you.

Get out.

I'm not done with my beer.

Oops.

Yes, you are.

Very impressive, man.

I got your edge.

I mean, that's some Special Forces kung fu shit.

I'll catch you later, man, let's go.

Come on, let's go.

So much for helping out with the family business.

Can I still come by later?

I need to see the boys.

Look, Lee, I understand what you're trying to do, but...

Obviously we have to close early.

I'll come by at 7:00, okay?

Lee.

Can we talk to you for a minute?

The way I hear it,

you messed up those bikers really bad.

They gonna be looking to settle the score.

Come on, Bob.

We don't need no more trouble in this town...

you understand?

Hey, he asked you a question.

Goddammit, Wally, did I ask for your input?

-No, sir. -Sorry, Lee.

You understand what I'm asking of you,

as a friend?

Yeah, yeah I understand, Bob.

Okay. Goodnight.

Good to see you, Bob.

Let's go, come on.

That's it?

Yeah, let's go.

So, I was thinking...

I'd like to take you guys camping tomorrow.

What?

You don't like camping?

Yeah, when I was, like, six.

Why can't you just act like any normal absent father

and give us a PS5, or cash?

Something we might enjoy.

Isn't that right, bud?

Well, I for one actually do want to go camping.

You couldn't have mentioned this to me first?

Just a thought I had.

-May I be excused? -Why?

I'm going to Hailey's.

Are her parents home?

Yes, and they know I'm coming.

Who's Hailey?

His girlfriend.

He has a girlfriend?

Yeah, he's 16.

Can we really go camping tomorrow?

I called your Uncle Jon, he said he'd come with us.

What you got there, partner?

Your Medal of Honor.

You said I could keep it safe for you

while you were gone.

Looks like you're taking real good care of it.

What'd you do to get it?

Just did my job.

That's all anyone can do.

Well, what's my job?

Start with your homework.

That would be nice.

Okay.

Since you're back.

I feel like a stranger.

That's what you are.

Fair enough.

I'm still their father though.

They don't know you,

'cause you were never here.

I tried, I tried.

I did my best.

I told you if you reenlisted one more time,

I'd divorce you.

It's who I am.

You knew that from the beginning.

We heard nothing from you for a year.

We thought you were dead.

I'm making up lies for the boys.

Who does that to their family?

What about what I said, about taking them camping?

Yeah, right.

I'm serious, I have all the gear.

Let me take 'em.

I know you been through a lot.

And there's nothing I can say except I'm sorry.

So let me take the boys for a few days.

Get to know each other.

I can see you trying, Lee.

If you hadn't come and straightened out things at the bar,

I wouldn't be able to pay next month's rent.

I'm telling you, there's so much more

that I can do for you and the boys.

We lost a child.

Do you really think you can make up for that?

No.

No, that's not what I'm thinking.

What were you thinking?

I was thinking I'd just like to take the boys camping.

Morning, Jon.

Jesus, Lee, it's the crack of dawn.

Any bites?

Buddy, I've known you too many years

to make up a fish story now.

You see any fish?

Better get a move on,

we hit that ridgeline before dark.

Let me get my shit.

Drop off those toys?

Yes, sir.

I dropped off the four-wheelers

at the meeting spot,

all packed and ready.

But, hey, Lee,

looks like that private security firm of yours

is paying you some pretty big bucks.

Maybe you get me a job?

Ha! Maybe.

-Dad! -Hey.

Travis didn't come home last night.

He's probably still at his girlfriend's.

It's down the street.

Listen, why don't you go with your Uncle Jon?

You want to start up the trail?

I'll grab Travis and meet you at the fork in the river.

It's four hours to the fork,

how are you gonna get there?

Never mind. Come on, Luke.

Bye, Mom.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, I need Travis.

Yeah, I'm Hailey's father.

That's great.

I still need Travis.

-Right now? -Yeah, can you go get him?

No, he's asleep.

Well, wake him up.

I'm not intruding on their privacy.

-Their privacy? -Right.

You can't come barging into my house

without an invitation!

Travis?

Get up!

I'm not going, I'm sick.

You're going.

Get out of bed, come on.

Mom? Dad?

Let's go. Really?

My wife's already called the sheriff's department.

Good, you can explain to them

why you let underage kids drink, take drugs,

and sleep together.

Drugs?

We said they could have just a few beers, that's all.

Hailey?

Call the cops back and tell them it was a mistake.

What kind of parents let a boy

spend the night with their daughter?

It's called a sleepover.

A sleepover?

Okay, that's what you call it.

You know what, it's that kind of attitude

is why your Travis is here

and doesn't want to go with you.

Yeah, I'm sure he'd rather stay here all night

and have sex with your daughter.

Your Uncle Jon's gonna meet us at the fork.

So, how are we gonna get there?

Wait, you're serious?

No, no, I'm not jumping.

Anytime, Lee.

Three, two... one!

Nice job.

Dude, that was so cool!

I mean, out of the sky?

What are these?

I said camping, I didn't say horseback, did I?

-Everyone gets one? -Yeah.

Uh, that one's mine, take one of the other ones.

Not bad, huh?

What do you do for work now, Dad?

He supplies armies for rich people.

I run a security firm.

Were you in, like, every war?

He was in pretty much every one in the last quarter century.

What'd you do to get your Medal of Honor?

Did you have to kill people?

You don't get the Medal of Honor

if you don't kill people.

Yeah, you do.

You get the Medal of Honor for saving lives at war

and putting your life in danger while you're doing it.

It wasn't a war.

None of them were.

Only Congress can declare war.

Well, tell that to the men and women who died there.

Yeah, men and women

who shouldn't have been there in the first place.

9/11?

We were attacked?

Were we?

You seem pretty pissed for a kid

who barely remembers 9/11.

Barely remembers it.

My whole life has been about 9/11.

Hey, we joined because it was the right thing to do,

-to protect our families. -Yeah.

Just like a lot of other Americans,

and I'd do it again, too, even--

Uh-huh.

-Goodnight, Dad. -Goodnight.

It's not your fault, about Dave.

Yeah, I know.

Boys screw up, Lee, you gotta give him time.

I know.

It's what I'm here for.

Why don't you just tell Claire and the boys

what really happened to you?

The last thing they need from me is whining.

Might help 'em understand.

Maybe they wouldn't be quite so mad at you.

Yeah.

Not gonna bring Dave back.

No, it wouldn't.

Why don't you let me tell 'em?

No.

Lee, you are a hard case.

-Dad? -Yeah?

You awake?

Just.

You all right?

I heard something in the woods.

Just an owl, I think.

How do you know it's not a bear?

Or a serial killer?

'Cause my spidey sense would be tingling.

Even for a serial killer?

Yeah.

Dad?

Why didn't you come home when Dave was sick and died?

-I couldn't. -Why?

I think that's why Travis is mad at you.

Do they hurt?

Not anymore.

I get it,

you were on a top secret mission,

and you didn't want to talk about it.

Goodnight, Dad.

Goodnight.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Beautiful, huh?

What's that smell?

-You smell that? -Yeah.

Smells like--

Yeah, I know.

Never seen this creek this dry.

Hm.

Hey, you two stay back.

You hear that?

Is that bees?

You know I hate bees.

-Buzz. -Stop!

Stop, you're not funny, stop!

Knock it off.

Is it bees?

-No. -Then what is it?

Just a bunch of flies on a dead animal.

Can I see?

Just stay there.

What kind of animal is it?

Why can't I see a dead animal?

Because it will give you a nightmare.

No, it won't.

Think somebody's been siphoning the water

from the creek.

Get the others here.

Holy shit.

We're in the middle of a drug lab.

We need to get out of here.

Ah, Jon.

Ah, Jon.

Jon.

Travis!

Travis!

Bring me the med kit!

Bring me a weapon!

Travis! Weapon!

Ah, hang in there, Jon.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Ah, here it is.

I need you to ride down, I need you to get--

get some help, okay?

-By myself? -No, take your brother, okay?

And listen, when you get cell service,

call the sheriff and you tell him

what happened here, okay?

Tell him to bring a helicopter and a trauma team, all right?

Screenshot your GPS location.

It shows exactly where we are.

-Somebody's coming. Help! -Shh! Shh!

Shh, they're coming for us.

I need you to be strong.

I need you to go right now.

Now go.

Let's go.

Ah, yeah, you're a tough bastard.

There you go, there you go.

There.

Stay alive, okay?

I'll give you some morphine.

It's okay.

Did my cock get blown off?

I'm not going to inspect it.

-I'm pretty sure. -You sure?

I'm cold.

Damn it.

Prop me up, brother.

-I can slow 'em down. -Stay alive, okay?

I'm on my way, get out of here.

I'm not gonna leave you, Jon.

The boys need you.

They already lost their brother.

Get your ass out of here!

Jon!

I think I see some people.

Can you help us?

Our uncle is hurt real bad!

Are those hunters?

Those aren't hunters.

Drop the gun!

Slowly.

On the ground!

I said, "Get on the ground!"

Ow!

I'm impressed, Mr. Gunner.

I have your boys.

Mr. Gunner.

Looks like I'm down to...

12 men.

Yell to your father.

Tom.

Let's try this again.

Yell to your father now.

Dad...

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Drop your weapons, Mr. Gunner...

...and I won't hurt 'em.

I just want to finish packing up the rest of my shipment

and move it out.

That's all. I will let them and you go.

Have your word on that?

Yes.

You have my word.

I just want to pack it up and move it out.

Don't you need to ask the boss?

I'm the boss.

They call me Dobbs.

Okay, Dobbs.

You listen to me.

I'm telling you if you hurt one hair on their head,

small scratch, whatever...

I know, I know, I know.

I'll die a very painful, excruciating,

yada, yada, yada-- listen, man.

I have no reason to harm a child.

What? You think I'm some kind of monster?

I am sensitive to their feelings

and yours.

I will make sure they get gluten-free

peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and fruit juice.

Just do what I say.

Nobody gets hurt.

No, no.

Have you noticed how Mr. Eye of the Storm out there

has easily fucked up or killed

all my badass crew?

Look at me.

Don't be an idiot.

I see the thought process is above your pay grade.

So, listen,

the boys have to be alive

so we can deal with Mr. War Hero.

Do you understand?

Now go.

Go!

I'm losing my patience, Mr. Gunner.

Fuck.

This is the DEA.

Drop your weapons.

Drop your weapon and lay down on the ground now.

DEA! Hands in the air!

Hands in the air!

No, no, no.

We said, "Put your hands up!"

No, no.

They have my sons! Wait!

Get on the ground!

On the ground!

They have my sons!

Slowly put down the gun.

Put your hands up, you're surrounded!

Bravo two to Delta one, we have the area secure.

The suspect is apprehended.

No sudden movements!

Uh, they have my sons!

Shut up!

What?

I said, "Shut up!"

He wounded a dozen federal agents,

three of which are in the hospital

fighting for their lives.

If they weren't wearing their vests, they'd be dead.

How about a little perspective?

He's camping with his kids, stepped into a drug lab.

I don't know why we're having this conversation.

This is a federal investigation.

You have no jurisdiction here whatsoever.

You're in my town and a guest in my office,

and I will exercise my judgment any way I see fit.

They have my boys, Bob.

What are you talking about?

I sent Luke and Travis to get help.

Somebody grabbed them.

Who are these guys?

Shit.

-Why am I locked up? -How about the attempted murder

of a dozen federal agents?

I didn't know they were federal agents.

There was smoke everywhere.

Men with guns were attacking me.

Listen, let me out of here, I need to get my boys.

The only place you're going is a federal detention center.

Hey, Bob.

Fuck!

You're not listening to me, G-man.

I just saw my brother-in-law get blown up in front of me.

Then some assholes took my kids.

For God sakes, Lee...

Please.

Did my idiot lawyer get a court date yet?

He's getting there.

What? By ox cart?

It's taking forever.

Says it's complicated.

Yeah.

At a thousand an hour, he loves complicated.

I'm in his ass every day, Pop.

Well, use your spurs.

Always.

Got an alternate plan to get you out

if our lawyer fails.

Anything else?

In a bit of a hitch.

What?

Unforeseen.

I-- I don't like surprises.

No, and you won't like this one.

A party crasher.

You-- you're gonna have to explain that to me.

Party crasher took the food off the table.

All of it?

A fairly substantial amount, yeah.

Jesus Christ.

How the fuck did you let a thing like that happen?

I don't know.

Out of the blue.

So what are you doing about it?

I did it already.

You'll get it back?

I will get it back.

How?

I have something he wants.

I'm liking this less and less.

It's the only way, believe me.

He will trade.

It's just a matter of logistics.

Never leave anything to chance.

How fucking many times--

I haven't.

That's why I did what I did.

He will return all the food to the table.

He will have no choice.

You don't know that.

In this case, I do.

Well, in this case-- in any case,

our guests will expect to have all of the food

on the table for dinner.

I'm on it.

You say that easy enough.

That's because I know.

I know what I have.

Unless, of course, you run into another unforeseen hitch.

Huh?

The party will come off as scheduled.

Trust me.

You listen to me on this.

You see to it.

All of it.

On time.

Understood?

Look me in the eye, boy.

Do you understand?

I understand.

Or do I have to replace you with another chef?

No.

No, you don't.

You're sure?

I got this.

Jon survived three tours of duty

and a year in the hospital,

only to be killed in our own backyard?

Let me call you back. -Jail, Bob?

It's not my call.

Yeah, actually, I'm in charge now, ma'am.

Where are my sons?

We have two kidnapping specialists

flying in right now.

It's a very sensitive operation.

Come on.

Bring them back to me, Lee.

I don't care what you do or who you do it to...

just bring them back.

It's them.

-Mr. Gunner? -Yeah.

Our little rendezvous went south.

-Where are they? -If you do not do

exactly as I say,

my associates, who are not as empathetic as I am,

and against my wishes,

will do terrible things to your boys.

If anything happens to those boys,

I will hunt you down, I will find you,

and I will inflict more pain on you

than you can possibly imagine.

Oh, you're scaring me.

I appreciate the fatherly thing, I really do.

Unfortunately, the federal agents

have confiscated my product.

But I noticed that you're an excessively resourceful man.

You have 24 hours to get it back to me.

If I do not have it by this time tomorrow,

my associates will send your sons' heads

to their mother in a box.

So, just let me get this straight.

You want us to give them their fentanyl back?

Just give 'em what they want.

All right, when they return the boys,

I make it my mission to hunt each and every one of them down.

You think you're a one-man army?

Do you believe this guy?

Well, so far, it's Lee: 16 bad guys down.

Bad guys: one.

That's MVP trophy if you ask me.

We're not giving them their fentanyl back.

I'm sorry, Lee.

Nothing I can do, it's a federal operation.

Unlock the cell door, Bob.

I know what you're thinking, I'd be thinking the same thing

if I were you.

But it took a five-ton truck

to haul those drugs out of there

and you'll never get it out of federal custody.

What would you do?

Huh?

Your boys.

Did you get a print analysis from the lab?

Well, how about you two go over there

and kick some ass?

The men you're looking for work for Kendrick Ryker.

He's in the state prison,

but I think he's still calling the shots

through his son, Dobbs.

There's this biker gang that works for him

out of Williamsburg.

There's a lot of money in that drug.

People are afraid to go in the parks

or the national forest anymore.

The biker gang there out of Chinatown,

they traffic and transport all over the South.

They hired a guy named Billy Scott.

He's got trucks they use to haul the stuff off.

I know Billy hangs out at the Red Tail strip club.

Pickup is out back.

You're a good man, Bob.

Just go get 'em.

...one of you guys is Billy Scott?

Who's asking?

I just want to have a couple words with you,

that's all.

Two nights ago, you're in a bar with three guys

and one of 'em gave you some money.

You got me mixed up with somebody else, asshole.

Bullshit! Where are they?

I don't know. I don't!

-Just give me a name. -I swear to God.

Give me a name!

We didn't do names.

Well...

Who's your daddy now?

Let's try this again.

One of those guys gave you a roll of cash.

What'd he pay you for?

I can't tell you that.

-They'll kill me. -Yeah?

They might.

But I'll kill you right fucking now.

Okay. Okay, just hold on.

I hauled some supplies for 'em a couple of months ago.

And they're just paying you now?

I-- I rented an old factory for 'em a couple of days ago

and got some workers for 'em.

To do what?

-To do what? -To process and pack their fen.

Where's the factory?

I can't tell you that, they'll kill me.

God damn it!

What is wrong with you, man?

That burns!

You lucky son of a bitch.

Rock salt.

You got anger issues, man!

You need to take some tablets or something.

Okay. Okay, okay.

It's an old ironworks factory.

-Where is it? -Five miles off a dirt road,

off of Confederate.

They're gonna want to fucking kill you.

Well, they can stand in a very long line.

Ow, man, that burns.

Man, that was my good leg.

Well, we always knew when one of our labs were found.

We have more than enough for our buyers

and we're still on schedule.

'Cause I needed him to see that I saved the day.

That's very astute of you.

Call in the vans.

Move everything to our back-up.

Follow the plan.

Not a chance in Hell.

But he'll fuck with the DEA long enough

for us to finish our packaging and get our shipment out.

Let's play a little game.

Cell phones, gentlemen.

Unlock it.

Still texting that skank?

Outcall, massage therapist.

Again.

Unlock it.

Hawaiian pizza.

Extra bacon and a roadie.

Three times yesterday.

My bad.

My bad. I was wrong.

Nobody in my crew.

Bob?

Did you find him?

It's me.

Yes.

I'll call you when I have the boys.

No. No, what are you doing?

Don't touch him!

No, don't touch him!

Luke! Luke! Luke!

Luke!

Put down the gun slowly.

No, hey, it's me, it's okay.

You all right? Did they hurt you?

They took Luke.

Agh.

Come on.

They say where they were going?

I don't know, but we gotta save him.

Now, you listen to me, okay?

You know what these guys are, right?

You put your hands up and you walk toward 'em.

What are you gonna do?

They'll keep you safe, don't worry about me.

I gotta find Luke, okay?

On the ground!

Hands in the air!

Go.

-Walk toward 'em. -Hands in the air, now!

Don't hurt my boy.

He's unarmed.

Take off your shirt.

I need to see that you're unarmed.

Do it.

Come on, kid.

Down, down, get down.

Go.

Hey. Hey!

Hey. Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

They killed our man Kang!

Time to eat.

I'm not hungry.

You can't let your blood sugar drop

under all this stress.

You're still in your growing years.

See?

Tell me about your father.

What about him?

He's some kind of war hero, right?

He won a Medal of Honor.

Really?

For what?

My brother says for killing a bunch of asshole bad guys

like you.

That's what your brother says?

Look at the mouth on you.

I killed a lot of guys,

ain't nobody ever gave me no medal.

My dad did it to protect America.

You're some criminal that does it for money.

How old are you?

Ten.

I remember when I was ten.

I bet you want to grow up to be like him too, huh?

Yeah. I do.

Be careful.

Anyone follow you?

No. I cut through the woods like you said.

I need you to look up everything you can

about a convict named Ryker.

I wish I had a map of the prison.

Yeah. Map? Got it.

They gave me the number for a Ranger I served with, Sean.

He lives outside of Springfield city.

You tell him exactly what I told you, okay?

You're really trusting me with a lot.

Shouldn't I?

What?

I guess I'm just sorry about all the attitude

I've been throwing at you.

Forget it.

I just resent the way you cut Dave off.

-Okay. -I don't get it.

He thought you'd lost faith in him.

I never lost faith in him.

The very thought of him and you boys kept me alive.

What happened?

Were you on a mission?

You went missing for a year.

We thought you were dead.

He loved you so much.

He wanted to be just like you.

Only he couldn't.

He went to Afghanistan

and he got blown up in a Jeep his first week.

Then the doctor gave him those painkillers, and...

he got hooked.

So after the doc cut him off,

he got some fen illegally.

The dose killed him.

We're almost over the drop site.

Get ready.

I'm sorry you've had to grow up so fast.

Your girlfriend seems nice.

She is.

You need to respect her a little more, yeah?

Yes, sir.

Good luck, Lee.

All prisoners get down on the ground.

This is a lockdown.

Lie face-down on your stomach with your hands open

and above your head.

Come on. Let's roll.

Get down on the ground or you will be shot.

Get down on the ground.

Any resistance will put you in solitary confinement.

I repeat: All prisoners get down on the ground.

This is a lockdown.

Lie face-down on your stomach

with your hands open and above your head.

Where do you think you're goin'?

I have a message for Ryker.

I don't think so.

Ooh.

Boy, you sure know how to make an entrance.

That was very exciting.

Never knew of a man who wanted to break into prison.

All right, all right.

Obviously, he can kick your ass.

Lay off.

I'm curious to know what the man wants.

Your son sent me to get you out.

My son sent you.

That's right.

To get me out.

That's what I said.

So... how you gonna do that?

I'm gonna walk you out,

straight through the fuckin' fence.

Wow.

Can't say I'm not intrigued.

Come on, get out!

Lee Gunner just broke out Kendrick Ryker

from Jackson State Prison.

That doesn't surprise me.

It's the father.

Of the man who took Lee Gunner's sons.

Who the hell is Gunner?

He's a goddamned Green Beret.

Booyah!

I spent five years putting Kendrick Ryker behind bars.

He killed two federal agents, both friends of mine.

And your Green Beret just put a psychopath drug lord murderer

back on the streets!

To save his ten-year-old boy.

Now, I know my son wouldn't want you

to handle it this way.

Probably not.

He doesn't know, does he?

Get in.

Just like that.

You wanna get pinched?

I want you to show some fuckin' respect.

You gotta earn your fuckin' respect.

-Put this on. -Oh, no, knock it off.

The fuck am I gonna do? Run?

After you.

You intact?

So far.

It's damn good to see you, brother.

Thanks for your help.

You kiddin' me?

I owe you.

Man, we all do.

What's he talking about?

Nothin'.

Your dad

took out an entire Al-Qaeda command,

singlehanded.

Saved our squad.

Got captured in the process.

How long were you held?

Year.

You escaped, didn't you?

Main roads all have roadblocks,

but there's an old service road that nobody uses anymore.

It'll take us back to the highway.

You'll change your clothes in the Jeep.

I don't like the way this is going.

Get dressed.

I'll text you where we're going.

You need to bring the DEA there, okay?

-You need me. -Yeah. I do.

I need you to do this.

So where do you want me?

Sean, you've done enough, all right?

Aw, brother, it ain't enough until I help you get Luke back.

I appreciate the offer, I really do.

Man, I can still shoot, okay?

Not as good as before,

but you're kinda shorthanded out here.

There's gonna be a lot of people looking for us.

It would do me a bigger favor

if you could throw 'em off our tracks.

I guess I can do that.

-Next time. -Be safe.

Let's go, kid.

Hey.

Who's Luke?

And what is all this bullshit about my son sending you?

Your son took my son.

You mean he kidnapped him?

Yeah. Stupid thing to do.

So, you're planning to trade me for him.

Correct.

What makes you think he'll trade?

You're his father.

You don't know him very well.

I don't know your son at all,

but I know that if he hurts my boy,

then I'm gonna fuckin' kill him.

And I'll kill you, kill everyone you know.

Oh!

That's a lot of killing for one man.

Yeah?

I'm with the man whose son you have.

Dad?

Um, don't worry, I got your back.

Can you get away from him?

Get away from him?

Hell, I'm about to hire him.

Turn over the family business to him.

Shit.

You ain't worth nothin'.

He got me out of prison

without calling one fuckin' lawyer.

-What are you doing? -I'm doing business.

-You got played. -Everything is on track

and going as planned, even as we speak.

Oh!

Is me being held hostage part of your plan?

-No. -Listen.

This guy is not fighting for God and country anymore.

He's fighting for family.

Guy like that is not afraid to die.

Makes him very dangerous.

Yeah, well, I'm pretty dangerous myself.

Well, you better talk to him.

He wants to make a deal.

Your father for Luke.

Straight trade.

Listen.

Hey, now, well played, Colonel.

Where's my product?

Listen.

I have your father.

You want him alive or you want him dead?

You seem to have me at a disadvantage now.

'Cause I want him.

Where?

Abandoned furnace.

Fifty miles south of Springfield.

The old man knows the location.

And please, um...

be gentle to dear old Dad.

I like this guy!

Your pops is a very smart soldier.

Too bad I'm gonna have to kill him.

Just came in from BOLO.

-Sighting a Lee Gunner. -Where?

A farm just outside of Crescent City.

It's owned by a Sean Keller.

Keller and Gunner served in Afghanistan together.

What are you waiting for?

Which way now?

Keep going. It's a few miles.

And then what?

Then I'll tell you what.

Prefer you just told me now.

Tell me this.

What kind of a father are you?

Not a very good one.

Honest man.

Has to be that way, too.

I mean, what kind of a father lets his son get kidnapped?

What kind of father lets his boy be

a drug dealer and a kidnapper, hm?

I raised my boy to be resourceful.

I didn't.

But mine just turned out that way.

Uh-huh.

What's up ahead?

You'll come to a fork.

You take a left.

You know, if this is an ambush,

I'm gonna have to put a bullet in your head.

Aww, don't be that way.

We both want this to go right, don't we?

Personally, I don't give a shit what you want.

I don't see why this couldn't be friendlier.

Oh, I see a few reasons why.

We got stuff in common.

Yeah, like what?

Fatherhood.

Yeah, raising a boy is hard work.

Right?

Yeah, I wouldn't know.

Especially when you're busy being a soldier boy, right?

Yeah.

Or a drug lord piece of shit, huh?

You use that kind of language with your boys, do ya?

Man, we're not so different.

You keep tellin' yourself that.

It's a goddamn wild goose chase.

Sheriff found their processing plant.

Where?

The old ironworks, south of Clinton.

Witnesses saw two trucks surrounded by bikers

headed there now.

So, why did my son take your son?

You-- you take something from him, hm?

No.

No, we were just camping.

We accidentally tripped over his lab.

I guess I should say your lab.

Hm, hm.

Just bad luck.

Nobody goes near the lab.

Yeah.

Well, thing is sucking up all the water out of the stream,

killing the forest and the animals.

Cost of doing business.

Business, huh?

So, you just walked a boy right into it, huh?

Your son took my boys.

Killed my friend Jon.

Jon served his country faithfully,

lost half his leg doing it.

He didn't deserve to die the way he did.

Hm, well...

"deserves" got nothing to do with business.

You keep using that word "business", huh?

I guess you mean crime.

Good people fighting and dying every day in this country,

for this country.

Assholes like you rape it.

There's that language again.

Here's the fork I told you about.

I'm sorry about your friend.

No, you're not.

Half payment now.

You'll get the rest on delivery.

I'll have it to you in Reno in a few days.

You gonna hog that?

Now, come on, man, a little drink.

It's been a while.

Ah.

Excuse me.

Business is boomin'.

Yeah?

Yeah, I'm outside.

Where's my father?

Where's my son?

My father first.

Is there a problem?

Not at all.

I'll see you in Reno, my man.

Hey, Chao, Tung, with me.

Man, what's this supposed to prove?

Look, it's not your problem unless your son screws up,

in which case it becomes your problem.

Mm.

What about him?

He ever screw up?

All the time.

But he's smarter than you think.

Well, he'd have to be.

Just walk and do as I say, all right?

This is not the way to go with Dobbs.

Listen, all you have to worry about is how to go with me.

Come on.

I don't like the bag.

Put Luke on the phone.

Luke, you all right?

Anybody hurt you?

No.

But I'm scared.

Just hold on, all right, I'll be over soon.

No! Dad, Dad!

Dad!

How 'bout you drop that shotgun?

Eh, I kind of like it where it is.

Get out of here.

Let's go.

Luke!

Run!

Take him out.

Take him out!

Come on, let's move!

Hey, where you goin', kid?

Dad! Dad!

-Luke! -Take him out!

Kill him!

Kill him!

He killed my father.

You see him, you kill him.

Dad!

-Fuck! -Dad! Dad!

Chao, you still remember how to fly?

-Yeah. -Come on, kid.

We got minutes, man, let's fire this puppy up.

-Let's go. -Yeah.

Hold your fire, hold your fire.

-What's gonna happen to me? -I don't know.

Maybe we'll go to McDonald's and get you a Happy Meal.

Shut up.

You speak like that to my son again,

I'll put a bullet in your brain.

Believe that.

You all right?

Stay down, okay?

Hey, Luke.

Tell your daddy heroes don't hide.

Fuck.

Shh.

Luke, don't look.

Fuck.

Time to take out the garbage.

No!

Don't!

No, no, no, no, no!

Come on, we gotta get out.

They had to drop all the charges.

You all right?

Yeah.

I'm banged up, but, uh, I'm good.

Well, I wanted to pick you up when they released you.

Appreciate it.

Thanks for all your help, Bob.

Hey.

You want a job with the sheriff's department?

What am I saying?

The mess you left behind, I must be crazy.

Just let me think about it.

Be well.

You too.

I'm so sorry.