Whatever it is, just name it.
I'll go get it, I swear.
Or we can go get it together.
Yeah?
What do you want?
You want drugs?
I got a fucking evidence room like a CVS, bro.
Everything in there.
Blow, meth, Oxy.
Get you a shopping cart, you'll be tripping balls
for the next ten years, huh?
You want guns?
Armor? Huh?
I got a friggin' flamethrower. No joke. All yours.
You like titties?
Huh?
Nice 'tang, clean girls, huh?
Young.
Sounds pretty good, huh?
I'm sure it gets lonely out here.
Fucker, I'm talking to ya!
A rabbit screams
because a rabbit is caught.
Knows only that it wants to live.
Try again in fucking English, bro.
Oh, fuck. Help. Help.
Shit. Help. Hel...
Oh, sh...
Help! Help! Help!
An old woman
watches young men play a game.
- She drinks. - What?
She drinks because her own son
has spit the nipple from his mouth.
She bothers no one.
What are you talking...
And yet,
you killed her.
I...
Yes. Eye.
Your eyes.
No.
As the Bible says,
what is taken
must be given.
- This for that. - My God...
No...
- No, wait. - Shh.
Quiet, rabbit.
Wait.
Quiet.
Wait. Wait! Oh, please, no.
♪ ♪ I was a wanderer ♪
♪ ♪ Far away from God ♪
♪ ♪ I had sorrow ♪
♪ ♪ In my bosom ♪
♪ ♪ And my way was ♪
♪ ♪ Mighty hard ♪
♪ ♪ Then I heard ♪
♪ ♪ That gospel story ♪
♪ ♪ How He came down ♪
♪ ♪ From His throne in glory ♪
♪ ♪ And He paid the debt ♪
♪ ♪ I know He paid the debt for ♪
♪ ♪ You and me ♪
♪ ♪ He paid the debt ♪
♪ ♪ Jesus paid the debt ♪
♪ ♪ He paid the debt ♪
♪ ♪ I know ♪
♪ ♪ He paid the debt ♪
♪ ♪ He paid the debt for ♪
♪ ♪ You and me ♪
♪ ♪ You know He's stretched out ♪
♪ ♪ On a tree ♪
♪ ♪ And died ♪
♪ ♪ On rugged Calvary ♪
♪ ♪ That's why I know ♪
♪ ♪ Jesus paid the debt ♪
♪ ♪ For you and me ♪
♪ ♪ For you and me. ♪
Come on.
Oh, co...
Come on.
Damn it.
Roy.
- Gator? - Nothing.
Balls-deep, maybe.
You talk to the governor?
Unavailable, they tell me, until further notice.
It turned.
The tide.
Can you feel it?
Rally the patriots.
Tell Odin we're gonna need 'em all and to come heavy.
Then close the gate.
Dig in.
This is our Masada.
What about...
Okay.
Most I ever felt I felt for that woman.
Well, this morning I'm thinking...
I don't ever want to feel that way again.
So...
Bury her.
Shit.
Oh.
You've reached Danish Graves, esquire.
I'm not here to take...
You've reached Danish Graves.
His cell was turned off at 11:45 last night.
Where?
Stark County. Tillman Ranch.
Do you think...
You want me to call the governor?
No.
I'm done fucking around.
Tell Jerome to call the orange idiot.
It's time I got something for my money.
Farr.
- It's happening. - Sorry?
They're raiding the Tillman Ranch.
FBI's on their way.
- How do you know that? - I can't be there.
I'm on a different side now.
But you got to go save her.
Mrs. Lyon.
- If she's still... - Message received.
In transit.
Mayday, Mayday.
This is a code ten-double-zero. Officer down.
All patriots respond.
I have a military ambush inbound,
and this is America's sheriff issuing a call to arms.
They're coming for me the way they came for Ammon and LaVoy.
And don't be fooled.
After they murder me, they're coming for you next.
So grab your beans and your bullets
and bring your big fuckin' hammer,
'cause it's balls to the wall time.
And rally right here on me.
If you're close by, get here now.
I'll keep 'em faced forward while you box 'em in.
We'll show these godless Huns how a patriot dies a'singing.
Hooah.
♪ ♪ Young man ♪
♪ ♪ There's no need to feel down ♪
♪ ♪ I said ♪
♪ ♪ Young man ♪
♪ ♪ Pick yourself off the ground ♪
♪ ♪ I said young man ♪
♪ ♪ 'Cause you're in a new town ♪
♪ ♪ There's no need to be unhappy ♪
♪ ♪ Young man ♪
♪ ♪ There's a place you can go ♪
♪ ♪ I said young man ♪
♪ ♪ When you're short on your dough ♪
♪ ♪ You can stay there ♪
♪ ♪ And I'm sure you will find ♪
♪ ♪ Many ways to have a good time ♪
♪ ♪ It's fun to stay at the ♪
♪ ♪ Y.M.C.A. ♪
♪ ♪ And just go to the ♪
♪ ♪ Y.M.C.A. ♪
♪ ♪ Young man, young man, I was once in your shoes ♪
♪ ♪ Young man, young man ♪
♪ ♪ I was down and blue ♪
♪ ♪ Y.M.C.A... ♪
Can you get that, hon?
Yep.
Daddy's phone.
Hi, squirt.
Mommy?
- Oh, God. - Where are you?
Let-let... let me talk to her, honey.
- Daddy wants to talk to you. - Right there, yeah.
Oh. I-I-I... Are you-are you okay?
Yeah.
W... Well... where are you?
I...
Hang up the phone.
Uh, who...
Who, uh, who-who's there with you?
Hon?
Hang up the phone or I shoot.
Dot?
Do...
Ya happy now?
What?
Coming back here. Ruining everything.
I didn't...
This must be a time machine for you.
He didn't even change the sheets.
We sleep in your filth.
Can't escape it.
Your curtains,
- fucking pictures on the walls. - Please.
I just want to go home.
So you can have us all arrested
and make orphans out of my girls?
When did he give you that, hm?
- Shut up. - Let me guess.
You said something a little bitchy.
Like, "Would you turn off the lights in the kitchen?"
Maybe you weren't fast enough with his dinner?
Yeah, I said shut up.
We can end it.
Today.
You and me.
He's weak.
You know it.
And then he'll never hit you again.
Or your girls.
Fuck it. I'll kill you myself.
Be careful when you put them down there
because they're twitchy.
Right. Got you.
Can't smell that?
Doors and windows... get 'em open.
You got played. She was in here.
Search the house.
Marco.
Jesus, kid. What the fuck did you do?
Now, honestly,
what's the point of being a billionaire
if I can't have somebody killed?
Olmstead.
Indira, it's me. It's Dorothy.
It's Dorothy.
Bill, I'm gonna have to call you back.
Yeah, we're...
Let me talk to her.
Dorothy?
- What? - Where's Danish?
Have you seen him?
Killed.
Roy killed him.
What was he even doing there?
For me.
He came to save me.
Are you safe?
For now.
But like a fish on the floor.
Listen to me.
An army's coming. I called in some favors.
State and federal.
You need to get somewhere safe.
- Hide. - Why?
What do you mean, "why"?
Why help now?
Don't get maudlin.
I need to know.
Because this busybody made me.
Oh, please.
Nobody can make you do anything.
- If I don't make it back... - Quiet, now.
No daughter of mine
is going down on the one-yard line.
So put your big-girl pants on
and get in the fight. You hear me?
Thank you.
Dorothy, don't get in the fight.
Just keep your phone with you, okay?
The police can triangulate your location with it.
Is there someplace you can hide? Someplace they won't look.
Tell them to hurry.
There's an army here, too.
And they're looking for me.
Let's be on our toes. Looks like they're expecting us.
Here we go.
I'm here.
She's on a cell phone. I texted you the number.
You can track her location with it.
Got it.
I tried you at the precinct. They said you quit.
Not in the way you mean.
Look...
promise you'll get her out.
- Okay? - Affirmative.
Good luck.
Eye in the sky says 40-plus weekend warriors
dug in along the fence line, hugging the structures.
So we cut the fence, come at them from the rear.
Assume women and children.
It's hurtful you think the state doesn't care
- about women and children. - Did I say that?
- It's in the eyes. - Uh, sir, if I may?
- And this guy's a sheriff? - A famous one.
He's Gary Cooper, basically.
Well, you should get his autograph.
We got a phone number for his majesty?
- Don't tell me you want to negotiate. - Uh, sir?
Quantico teach you not to interrupt a superior officer
- when he's bantering? - Yes, sir.
Sorry, sir. It's just, this is our case.
- Any chance they surrender? - No, sir.
These guys talk about 1776 like it's Six Flags.
They're here to fight.
Sir? Witt Farr, state police. I've got news on the hostage.
- There's a hostage? - Don't look at me.
- He's your man. - Uh, yes, sir. Dorothy Lyon.
The ex-wife.
She's on site, free for now with a live cell phone,
- but we got to move fast. - Like I said, women and children.
I'd like permission to lead a team to rescue her, sir.
Who are you, again?
State Trooper Witt Farr, sir.
You took the bullet at the Gas 'N Go.
Yes, sir. And this woman saved my life.
She goes on the list, then.
- The list? - Things to do.
Sir, the FBI considers Dorothy Lyon
a strong asset in any possible prosecution.
Okay, she goes to the top of the list.
Coordinate a rescue plan with tactical. Nothing happens
- without a green light. - Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
Need to ask you something, boy.
Are you Hitler at the Reichstag or Hitler in the bunker?
Tell your boys there's sandwiches
- and coffee in the works. - First days
or last days, I'm asking.
See, the man I let my daughter
hitch her wagon to was a conqueror,
but all I see now
is a hobo digging a ditch.
And for what?
Piece of ass he couldn't control when he had the chance?
Ham or turkey, ask 'em. Nobody shoots till I say go.
You're on my land.
Sheriff, I'm FBI SAC Cal Docherty.
I have tactical command.
And we have got a warrant to search this property
signed by a federal judge.
I don't recognize your authority.
Well, we're coming in anyway.
You ever been in a firefight, Mrs. "Ja-queen"?
- I was in one yesterday. - Was it against
a piglet and about 40 guys just come back
from Iraq shooting towelheads? 'Cause I guarantee you
this one's gonna end a little differently.
It was a piglet that went missing from the sheriff's
- storage depot, wasn't it? - Mm-hmm.
I'm gonna say it again.
You're on my land.
Sheriff, I'm gonna name two names.
You're gonna show me two faces. Danish Graves.
Is that a man or a serious breakfast?
Dorothy Lyon.
- Who? - Nadine Bump.
Your ex-wife.
Okay.
I get it now.
You joined the witch hunt.
You know what a witch hunt is, right?
Not witches hunting men,
but men killing women to keep them in line.
Well, I tell you what. There's about a battalion
of gunslingers out there with no sense of humor
that are burning rubber
to come penetrate you from behind.
So, if I were you, I'd get out of here.
Now.
Can't do it, slick.
Now, move that rig, let us in
and, uh, maybe this doesn't end
with you in handcuffs on the evening news.
Well, you don't get it, do you?
This is the path I'm on.
Starts at birth and it ends here.
This isn't a trip to Starbucks on the way to the office.
This isn't an idea.
God cuts our names into bone.
And that's who we become.
He blows His holy trumpet and the walls fall down.
You all came here to find Lot's wife,
but she's already a pillar of salt
and she ain't turning back.
So...
go and live.
Or stay and die.
It's up to you.
House is clear.
What do you want to do?
Cancer can't survive outside of the body.
She came into the house, used the phone,
called in the cavalry.
But they got here too fast.
So they were coming already.
What'd you do with the lawyer's car?
One of the boys drove it back to Minnesota.
- Cell phone in it? - Mm-hmm.
But it pinged the tower while it was here.
So they know he was here and then disappeared.
That means the queen of debt makes a call
and weaponizes the deep state.
Justice for the suits and ties.
And now it's war.
We're spread pretty thin here, Roy.
Searching door-to-door.
She can jump the line at any point.
Maybe.
More likely she's...
somewhere she doesn't think we'll look,
waiting for the dust to settle.
I'll check the dugout.
You check the grave.
Okay.
Wait here.
Come on.
Okay.
Just in case.
Announce yourselves.
Dad?
Kid?
Come away, now.
Da...
A son is unable to comply.
He has sold his right
to be a man.
What disappointment the father must feel.
What's going on with his eyes?
Forfeit.
It tells a lot about a man,
the words he uses
to describe a double cross.
We have heard it all.
To Welsh. To Gyp. To Jew.
As if to steal
is a man's lineage,
what a man is.
What did you do?
I'm sorry.
You said to let it go, but I couldn't.
When a man gives with one hand
and takes with the other,
he breaks his promise.
He must be taught.
The hand he steals with
must be cleaved from him
and returned.
Still a hand,
but now without function.
Here is your hand.
Daddy.
Quiet.
Daddy, I'm scared.
I said shut up.
If there ever was a point to you,
it's gone now.
Dad?
We got her.
Fast and quiet. Silencers on.
We're not here to start a war.
Uh, wait.
Now, listen to me.
Mrs. Lyon... the-the hostage...
well, she ain't the "lay down and take it" sort.
What I'm saying is when we find her,
she may be armed with a shotgun or some kitchen spray,
fending off an army. Don't shoot her.
This story will not end with us crushing the victim
with a helping hand.
Got it.
Don't shoot the hostage, clear?
Oh!
The tiger can come out now.
Oh...
To fight a tiger in a cage...
is not a fair fight.
Okay.
Now the tiger...
is free.
♪ ♪ I've been run down ♪
♪ ♪ I've been lied to ♪
♪ ♪ And I don't know why ♪
♪ ♪ I let that mean woman make me a fool ♪
♪ ♪ She took all my money ♪
♪ ♪ Wrecked my new car ♪
♪ ♪ Now she's with one of my good-time buddies ♪
♪ ♪ They're drinking in some crosstown bar ♪
♪ ♪ Sometimes I feel ♪
♪ ♪ Like I've been tied ♪
♪ ♪ To the whipping post ♪
♪ ♪ Tied to the whipping post ♪
♪ ♪ Good Lord, I feel like I'm dying ♪
♪ ♪ Sometimes I feel ♪
♪ ♪ Like I've been tied ♪
♪ ♪ To the whipping post ♪
♪ ♪ Good Lord ♪
♪ ♪ I feel like I'm dying. ♪
Now I get it.
We gotta run the check. Make sure you're not psychopaths.
Or, you know, socialists.
That last one's a joke.
Find her, and don't make a mess of this.
All right. Are you done?
She's a wolf in sheep's clothing, that one.
I am so sorry for biting you boys.
It's just, if you knew the week I'm having.
What now?
Called in the cavalry, and there was war.
I'm a winner!
The things that happen, happen.
Who lives, who dies.
This game's over.
I see you.
The consequences, they're almost here.
Ahh!
Oh, for Pete's sake.