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♪ Ever close to ♪
♪ You... ♪
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♪ Oh, darkness won't break through ♪
♪ And I sold... ♪
You got a fuckin' problem?
♪ My soul so... ♪
♪ Darkness won't break through, no ♪
♪ Darkness won't break through ♪
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♪ I will not ♪
♪ Follow you down ♪
♪ I am not yours ♪
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Elizabeth.
- Juliet, Mr. Proctor here? - Is he expecting you?
Oh, I imagine some part of him is always expecting me.
I hear that.
- You can head back. I'll let him know. - Thanks.
Oh. Sorry, I didn't realize you were in a meeting.
No, it's fine. Come in, come in.
We were just finishing up anyway.
Weren't we, Mr. Camden?
Deputy Lotus, this is my associate Isaac Camden.
What the hell is going on in here?
Mr. Camden had an unfortunate accident
on his way in, but we sorted it out.
- Right, Isaac? - That's right.
- Yeah. - Brock: Hey.
- You sure? - Yes, it's fine.
Burton, why don't you get Mr. Camden a drink on his way out?
See you next week.
What the hell was that about?
That was just a small negotiation.
May I pour you one?
No, thanks. I'm on duty.
So, what can I do for you?
Well, I'm, uh... I'm just following up on those two bodies
we dug up last month.
Yeah, Munson and Randall. I'm well aware.
Yeah. They, uh... They work for you?
They worked for me, yeah.
- In what capacity? - They hauled meat, mostly.
Right. Not a job you generally associate
with getting shot and buried in the woods.
No, it's not.
And as I told Agent Xavier,
I have no idea what they may have been up to in their free time.
Yeah, I read the report.
Just figured I'd stop by
and see if maybe you had anything further to share.
Are you implying I may not have been truthful with the FBI?
Like I said, I'm just following up.
Yeah. And now you have.
You can see yourself out.
Well, okay. Thank you for your time.
You've been a big help, as always.
Oh, by any chance,
do you remember the last time you saw either one of those men?
I do, actually.
It was the same day Sheriff Hood came to town.
It's fascinating how the mind makes connections like that.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Now we have yet to fully calculate
the losses sustained in the explosion...
No one told me the council was meeting.
George: I called an emergency session.
Really? What's the emergency?
I've been up front with you, Alex.
We can't sit back while our tribe's
fiscal security is threatened.
I've been chief less than two months
and he's already planning a coup.
And in those two months, our hotel project has been destroyed
and now our casino has been robbed.
Alex: Those are not unrelated events.
Look, I'll admit we've had some setbacks,
but my people and I are working on it.
We expect to have the missing money back shortly.
It's not about the money, Alex.
It's about your ability to lead.
Hmm.
I'd have a lot more faith in his intentions
if he weren't angling to be chief himself.
That may be, but his ambitions
don't in any way mitigate the troubles we've been having.
I'm very aware of the problems
we've been having, Mr. Thompson.
I just need some time.
- You had quite a bit of time already. - Mr. DeLoria, I...
Davis: This isn't a witch hunt, Alex.
We're just trying to do our duty to the tribe.
George: Now, I loved and respected your father.
We all did.
But to give fitting honor to his memory...
Don't get ahead of yourself, George.
And don't ever tell me how to honor my father again.
I'll see you all at the next meeting.
Hey, Squirrel.
Breece.
Jesus Christ.
You look good.
Deputy, huh?
Congratulations.
You can't be here right now, okay?
- I have a restraining order against you. - I know, I'm sorry.
I just didn't know how else to get a hold of you.
You're not supposed to get a hold of me.
That's what a restraining order means.
I know. Look, I'm not here to cause you any trouble...
- You need to leave right now. - Siobhan, please.
Just... just give me two minutes.
That's all I ask.
Okay, two minutes.
Thank you.
- Listen, Squirrel... - Don't call me that.
Okay.
I know how angry you must be at me,
and I deserve all of it.
But I want you to know that I left here three years ago
angry and drunk, and I'm neither of those things anymore.
I've been sober now for two years.
Anyway, the thing is,
I haven't had steady work in seven months.
As soon as they do a background check on me,
all the stuff here comes up and...
Oh, I know you're not about to blame me
- for your police record. - No, no, no, no, of course not.
It's just my cousin Jesse. You remember Jesse.
Anyway, he said that I could come back here
and work for him building swimming pools.
It's decent pay, benefits,
but he won't have me on
while I have that restraining order on me.
You're kidding me.
Look, I know this is a lot to ask, Squirr...
Siobhan.
And I know I don't deserve mercy from you.
But I have been looking everywhere for work
and I'm telling you there's nothing out there.
This is my best shot.
- Hey, Emmett. - What the hell are you doing here, Breece?
It's okay, Emmett.
- Move along now or I'll move you along. - Emmett.
Emmett, I got this.
Sheriff, I need you to sign off on these reports.
What do you got?
Now I can write it all up,
but only you can sign your name.
What's up?
Breece Connors, Siobhan's ex-husband.
So what was that about?
A job he's after.
He wants me to lift the restraining order.
Hope you told him to get lost. You told him no, right?
I told him to take the job and I'd think about it.
- He needs to work. - Are you kidding me?
After everything he put you through...
Emmett, look...
I'm not the same person anymore.
Maybe he's not.
But either way, I'm not gonna keep him from working.
Judge: So the prosecution and defense
have both signed off on the plea deal.
- Is that correct? - Woman: Yes, Your Honor.
Man: Yeah, we're good with it, Judge.
Judge: For these charges of reckless endangerment
and discharging of an illegal firearm.
- Yes, Your Honor. - Okay, then.
Mrs. Hopewell, please rise.
I've reviewed the police reports
from the night in question
and considered the mitigating factors
as well as the recommendation of the DA's office
and the agreement of the attorneys present.
Based on minimum sentencing guidelines
and the recommendation of the prosecution,
you're hereby sentenced to serve no less than 30 days
at the Mercer County Women's State Correctional.
Man: Your Honor, really?
Mercer County is 200 miles away.
That is an undue hardship on her family.
Overcrowding in the county system
compels us to follow the empty beds.
There's nothing you can do about it, Jackson.
The prisoner is to be remanded into custody immediately.
Jackson: Can you at least stay the sentence
for 72 hours so that Mrs. Hopewell,
who is the mother of two children,
can get her affairs in order, please?
We're good with that, Your Honor.
Judge: Mrs. Hopewell, you are to surrender yourself
to the Banshee Sheriff's Department at 9:00 a.m.
three days from now.
If you do not appear, you will forfeit your bond.
- Do you understand? - Yes.
Gordon.
- Sheriff. - How are the kids?
How the fuck you think they are?
Racine's squeezing her.
He thinks she knows something.
Yeah? For all I know, he's right.
Is that why you let her go to jail?
Fuck you. You don't put that shit on me.
She's in this mess because of you, not me.
Oh, you want to hit me back?
Yeah, go ahead, hit me.
It's what you do, isn't it?
Come on, motherfucker, hit me.
Hit me, motherfucker.
I gave you the first one.
You don't get another.
- Come dance with me. - No way. I'm good here.
Come on. I want to dance with my husband.
That's okay, Squirrel.
Breece: Just enjoying the view.
Okay, I'm giving you 10 minutes...
and then I'm coming back for you.
10 minutes. 10 minutes.
♪ Nothing's gonna stop it, we'll rise again. ♪
♪ My heart beats ♪
♪ So hard if I... ♪
- Hey! - Fuck you, man.
Breece, what are you doing?
Get the fuck out of the way!
Stay the fuck away from my wife.
Stop it!
Aah!
This is your fucking fault, too.
You're shaking your fucking ass
on his dick right in front of me?
Huh?
Lucas: Hey.
You okay?
Emmett's got a big mouth.
Just leave it alone, okay?
Please?
Okay.
Sugar: So Carrie's really going inside?
Yeah.
You know, I don't want to seem insensitive,
- but I need... - Racine's not interested in you and Job.
We get off, just like that?
What do you want, your own hearing?
Oh, no, thank you.
I just think we need to worry about
a high-ranking federal agent
who doesn't seem to answer to anyone.
Didn't your mother ever tell you?
A wise man never looked a gift horse in the mouth.
No, my mother told me a word to the wise is unnecessary.
It's a damn fool who needs the advice.
Well, look here.
Ain't we all just domestic as shit?
Your cut, baby.
Yours, too.
What the fuck you lookin' at?
It's just sometimes I just forget how...
Never mind.
Came out to about 156,000.
Split four ways, 39 grand apiece.
Definitely not our finest hour.
This one is hers.
I'll let you hang on to it.
So she's really going in, huh?
It's 30 days.
It's, uh... it's not so bad.
Locked up is locked up.
Man: Okay, they're coming out.
- Kai: What now? - One way or another,
you're gonna learn to stay the hell away from my casino.
This is getting boring. Can't you come up with something new?
Okay, here's something new.
Alex.
I guess you're not the only one in this town
who can get their hands on C-4.
You stole $156,000 from my truck.
I want it back.
Man: Let's go. Close it down.
Man: Move aside. Move aside.
- Let's go. - Man
Hi, honey. I was hoping we could talk.
What are you doing here, Breece?
I heard from some of the guys that you had a fire.
I just figured I'd...
I don't know.
Do you need something from inside?
No, I just wanted to see you.
I'm going away soon, and...
Yeah, I know. The whole town knows. Congratulations.
I'm sorry, I thought I was gonna be gone before you got back.
- No, you can't come around here, Breece. - I know.
Well, maybe I'll just come inside and give Max...
You can't come in.
I'm still his mother, Deva, and yours.
I don't know. Are you?
How do I know that wasn't a lie, too?
Look, I know...
- No. No. - I have a lot to make up for.
- Baby, I had reasons... - I don't give a shit, Mom.
You know Max is still sleeping in my bed?
He's too scared to sleep in his own room
because you let them take him.
You said you needed to work and that's all this was, okay?
I've moved on. I don't wanna hear from you
and I don't want you coming around my house.
Well, either way.
It's great to see you doing so well.
Just stay away from us.
Man: Yo, check this shit out, bro.
Hello, beautiful.
Why don't you come join us for a drink?
No, thanks.
- We're shipping off soon. - I'll pass. Thanks.
Well, pass a bit slower
so I can get a good look at that ass.
Damn, girl! That's a thing of beauty.
You ever consider modeling?
You ever consider shutting the fuck up?
Oh, shit! You got dissed, bro.
Shut the fuck up, man.
- Yeah. - Oh.
Well, well, look who's back.
Hold on. Slow down, now.
You weren't very nice to me back there.
But now you can make up for it.
Seriously?
You were thinking about hitting a United States Marine?
- Get off of me! - You better learn how to throw
- a better punch than that, little girl. - Fuckin' bitch.
- I'll teach you to shove... - Oh, God!
Who the fuck are you?
I'd tell you, but you wouldn't remember anyway.
Hi.
Thank you.
Don't thank me yet.
- What is that? - This?
It's chloroform.
This better be good.
- What are you doing? - She's important to him.
Besides, he owes us a lot more money
than what we'll ask him for.
George Hunter is gunning for you.
You need a win to keep this council quiet.
She just brings Proctor to the table.
Hey! Can I help you?
Where is she?
- What are you talking about? - Rebecca... I'm talking about Rebecca.
- Where is she? - Hey, you're gonna want to back off right now.
I haven't seen her.
Well, she didn't come home last night.
Have you tried calling her?
Yeah. Earlier.
Hello, Kai.
- Alex. - Don't worry about Rebecca.
She's perfectly fine, for the moment.
- I'm still waiting for my money. - Put her on the phone now.
Uncle Kai?
- You listening now? - Yes.
Bring me $156,000 by noon today and she walks out of here.
I didn't rob your fuckin' truck.
Well, then, I guess we'll consider it
a down payment on the casino you blew up.
Now listen to me.
At some point in the very near future,
you will be made to understand how badly you misjudged me today.
And when that time comes
and you're begging me for mercy,
I want you to remember this moment
because this is the moment you've sealed your fate.
Yeah, okay, duly noted.
Just bring my fucking money.
It's Alex Longshadow. He's taken Rebecca.
I need you to go get her back.
I have no jurisdiction on the reservation.
Well, neither do I, but I'll get around that by going in with an army.
- Is that what you want? - Why don't you tell me what's going on?
A few weeks ago you told me you owed me one.
I'm sure you recall that conversation.
Good.
Then go get her.
Go on. It's all right.
Go on.
Easy.
I'm sure your uncle will be here soon.
I'm sure he will be, too.
I used to see you at the farmers' market.
Yeah.
- Your family sold pies, right? - Mm-hmm.
Now you've left that behind,
moved into another family business.
Sad, really.
I loved those pies.
Did you help him do it?
Help him do what?
I think you know exactly what I mean.
You know, my people have this myth
about the Thunder Man.
He's reborn once each generation.
He's got the power of a god,
prodigious lover, fiercest warrior.
But outwardly, he looks like a normal man.
So every man has to ask himself
whether he might in fact be the Thunder Man.
And every woman has to wonder
whether the man she's with is him.
Some women live to find him.
Others know that he'll destroy them if they stay with him.
I believe you think you found your Thunder Man.
I've got all the thunder I need.
Is that so...
Amish girl?
Did your uncle rob my truck?
My uncle sells meat.
Your uncle blew up my fucking hotel.
If I were you, I'd be more worried about
what he's going to do to you.
We'll see about that.
Five more seconds.
And we in.
And by "we," I mean you.
Job: You should be in the kitchen now.
Excuse me, Sheriff, are you lost?
- Is this the kitchen? - Yes.
Then no.
Job: Okay, the most isolated room is the VIP room.
- Where is it? - Baby, I'm looking at two sets of plans here...
The old casino and the new one...
And I got no fucking clue
what's real and what ain't been built yet.
Lucas: Best guess?
Job: Take a left at the end of the hall.
I could be hacking Google or the Caymans,
but, no, I gotta be infiltrating Fort Apache.
Hey. BSD.
I need to get in there.
BSD has no jurisdiction on the rez.
If you're not on the list, you don't get in.
Yeah. Um...
I could shoot you.
We could shoot each other.
Ah!
That sounded nasty.
And no dice.
Job: Puns? Really?
- Sorry. - Okay, cut across the gaming room,
go upstairs.
Ah, shit.
What?
Ah!
What the hell's going on?
Job.
Baby, come back.
Baby?
Fuck.
Fuck!
Hey!
Seriously.
Alex: Sheriff Hood.
Oh, hi.
Hi yourself.
Ah, you think you know someone, huh?
I know, right?
I'm sorry, am I missing something?
- We've met before. - Lucas: I'm just here for the girl.
Oh. So you're one of Proctor's lackeys, is that it?
No, no.
If your argument's with Proctor,
you gotta take it up with him.
I just get involved when you start kidnapping young women.
Now cut her loose.
Well, you're in no position to make demands here.
What, this?
Come on, we both know she's not gonna shoot me.
I wouldn't be so sure.
Okay, this is Kinaho land.
I have no authority to arrest you; we all know that.
But my guess is she's not gonna press charges anyway.
So we can chalk this whole thing up
to one big misunderstanding.
You let her go now, this never happened.
- Alex: Put the gun down. - Fuck that.
Nola!
Bye.
- Are you okay? - I'm fine.
Great.
Thanks.
Are you kidding me?
We're not gonna shoot a sheriff.
It was a bad idea to begin with.
I'm done sending messages.
It's time to take a more direct approach.
You came for me. Thank you.
Don't mention it.
You're bleeding.
It's fine. It's just a scrape.
- Here... - I said it's fine.
Rebecca.
I know this is a hard time for you,
but your uncle,
he's not a good man.
You shouldn't be living there.
Well, then, let me live with you.
I'm not a good man either.
Are you okay?
I'm fine.
I'm gonna go get something to eat.
So how did it go?
Piece of cake.
Well, thank you. I do appreciate it.
Like you said, I owed you one.
Sheriff...
you never did ask me if I robbed that truck.
I guess I figured it wasn't your style.
No, it's not.
This is nice.
- I got you something. - Alex.
It's stunning.
What do you think?
You look beautiful.
Proctor, what the fuck?
Hello, Alex.
You come here to my home? Are you crazy?
Yeah, your security personnel weren't very effective.
You may want to talk to them when they wake up.
This is very romantic.
Get the fuck out of here.
Don't worry. Just be a minute.
What the fuck is this?
You go near my niece again and it won't be cow's blood.
It will be the blood of your family.
Every single one of them I can get my hands on.
I'll fucking drown you in their blood.
I'm not even going to ask.
Figured I'll be seeing you tomorrow.
Yeah, well, there's not much of a difference
between my motel room and a cell,
so I figured I'd get a drink while I still could.
It's 30 days.
That's not long enough for the walls
to start fucking with your head, okay?
Anyone messes with you,
you don't engage.
You keep to yourself, do quiet time.
It's not prison I'm worried about.
That'll all work itself out.
You just have to give them time.
You should get some sleep.
We got a long drive tomorrow.
Yeah.
You okay?
This is all on me.
She's going to jail 'cause of me.
You did 15 years for her.
It doesn't make it right.
Look, I think you didn't consider
what would happen to her when you set up shop here,
but no one does a stretch like you did
without making some mistakes when they first come out.
Now you tell me.
No, I think I told you then.
Listen, you can sit here and get drunk
while you dissect everything you've gone through.
We're ex-cons. It's what we do.
But at some point or another,
there's only one question really worth asking yourself...
What are you going to do now?
Hey.
You remember what I said.
Quiet time.
I know.
Guard: Back it up.
Guard: Rehall, let's go.
- Guard - Guard: Rowe, against the fence.
Woman: Bye-bye!
Look at this bitch.
Fuckin' Malibu Barbie coming to do time.
Woman: Backtracking, huh?
Breece: Come on, Squirrel. We're gonna be late.
- Siobhan: I'm doing my hair. - Do it faster.
Relax, Breece. The restaurant isn't gonna run out of food.
Don't you fucking tell me to relax!
Siobhan: Please, Breece...
Hey, Squirrel.
What the hell are you doing here?
I just thought, you know, I'd make you dinner,
like I used to.
You can't just come into my house.
Remember our Friday nights like this?
I'd cook and then we'd dance right in the kitchen.
I thought you weren't drinking.
It's just a beer, baby.
Come on. One more dance, come on.
- No. No. - Come on!
Get the fuck out of my house!
Careful, now.
I'm trying to be gracious here,
to make amends.
I said get the fuck out of my house.
Now!
You're gonna shoot me, Squirrel? Hmm?
Huh?
Is that it?
Jesus! What the fuck, Siobhan?!
The next one's going in your gut.
Big fucking cop now, huh?
Want your fucking hair all perfect?
- Well, there you go. - Ow!
Well, go on, then.
God!
Shoot me.
Breece... ow! God!
- Breece! - Shoot me. Hmm?
Fucking do it, you fucking cunt!
No!
Don't!
- Come on! - No, no!
No, Breece, please!
Come on!
- Hey, Alma, what's up? - I'm a little worried about Siobhan.
She was supposed to show up for the night shift an hour ago.
- You tried her cell? - I tried her everywhere.
I was getting ready to call one of the other deputies to swing by her place.
No. No, that's fine. I'll go.
Siobhan.
What's up, boss?
You expecting someone else?
I wasn't expecting anyone.
You want to talk about it?
Not really.
Okay.
Then just tell me where he's staying.
He's at the motor lodge.
It's right near his cousin's place.
♪ The fog came... ♪
Fuckin' Dream House Barbie.
♪ Morning dew ♪
♪ All over you... ♪
Woman on TV: Oh, that's so good.
Oh, yeah. Oh, harder.
Wow.
You got a fuckin' problem, Barbie?
No.
Look who came to apologize.
♪ The flood came and then the rain ♪
♪ The flood came down... ♪
Ah!
Come on.
Come on!
So...
it turns out Breece isn't staying
at the motor lodge after all.
Sorry. My bad.
I already called for an ambulance.
Yeah, I heard.
You hurt?
I'm good.
I know I'll lose my badge for this.
I'm on probation, for fuck's sake.
Go home.
I'll clean this up.
He'll tell 'em it was me.
Yeah, I'll have a talk with him.
He won't stick around.
- Are you sure about this? - Yeah.
Go home.
You know, for the last four years,
there wasn't a day that I didn't imagine
some version of this playing out.
How does it feel?
Better than I imagined.
Yeah.
Thanks, boss.
Don't mention it.
Thanks.
♪ I wanna stay ♪
♪ I can't go on ♪
♪ And I'm gonna wait ♪
♪ Till morning comes ♪
♪ However warped my head ♪
♪ And I won't be on my way until I ♪
♪ Fluttering, shuttering eyelids ♪
♪ And my skin is crawling ♪
♪ My fingernails scrawling ♪
♪ As my lungs begin to shudder... ♪
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