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I am the hero.
The oh-so-great hero.
A bloodbath is of no use to anyone.
Do you sometimes want to play the hero?
Grace Baker keeps her word.
Don't get involved, Sheriff.
You are a waste of space.
That bastard killed my sister.
Sir, will you stand?
You have to fight for your freedom.
You should support people who are willing to fight for your freedom.
See you soon, sweetheart. -Shut up.
I am watching you.
Don't get too used to the fresh air. See you soon.
BETTER YOUR LIFE
I hope you don't want a hug.
What the hell are you wearing? Couldn't it be a little closer?
You look like a soldier. -Look who's saying it, crybaby.
My plan was to go to Keats' house, not the woods.
What the hell are you wearing? You do not look good.
Your plan? -Not your plan.
First, I've been working on this for ten years.
What the hell did Brigit see in you. -Get in.
It's not your plan.
What is it? -M'n ashtray.
Do you smoke three packs a day or something? - I'm not going to die.
Step aside, I'm driving.
My car, my rules.
The last time you drove, you wanted to take me to an institution.
I do not trust you.
Good morning, Toby. -Get lost.
asshole.
I still think it's a bad idea that we waited for him.
Brigit's troubles started when she met him.
I don't get in until I can drive.
Fine. god damn jesus. It's too early for that bullshit of yours.
To get off.
Get out.
Thank you, sister.
I heard the preacher on the radio.
He mentioned the word 'sinner'...
...six times in six minutes. Do you know what that means?
That it will be a beautiful day.
Give me the gun.
Don't hurt yourself.
There you go.
Someone is coming. -Damn.
Come on, Toby.
Looks like she'll survive.
The door is closed.
Hey, acorn.
I'll give you whatever you want. -We know what you have.
Your only offense is trespassing. -I killed that guard.
Why does Keats have a guard?
Those guys have great weapons. That's military stuff.
Grace didn't say anything about guards. -I knew they were hiding something.
If you leave now, I won't say anything.
If you answer, we'll be gone in no time.
Just ask.
What happened to Brigit Baker? Only you have seen her alive.
There is no one else.
Didn't I tell you this pervert has something to hide?
That's just my hiding place. -Open it.
Fascinating. I want to know what happened to Brigit.
I haven't activated the alarm yet. - Just press.
Do I have to activate the alarm? -Indeed, Dr Keats.
I'm not going anywhere, but feel free to hit the alarm button.
He won't say it again. Let's get the whole city involved.
Please, your donuts. -How much do you get?
Cash or credit card? -Wait a second.
That will be enough.
Thank you.
Do not.
Day.
You forget your gun.
Damn.
Bye.
I thought you were dead.
Rise.
It's time to get up. -You can sit on your lap.
I don't know if he likes us both.
Come on.
I have to go. -Take ice-free.
Nobody cares, boy scout.
Here.
Pace, old man. I have donuts. -The other.
Have fun, guys.
Jesus, chief. At least put in a little effort.
Come on.
What are the plans?
At eleven o'clock tell the preschoolers what it's like to be a hero.
Let's go to your father. I need to talk to him.
We're going to surprise him.
He doesn't like that.
I get that.
The.
The 66 was better.
Good morning, Dad.
What is it?
We're just coming to say hello.
Auxiliary Sheriff Rutledge, is Sheriff Ben there?
I'm here.
The silent alarm at Keats has gone off. Must be by accident...
...but no one picks up the phone.
One of his maids again.
Send Marisa over there.
He won't be happy. She's off.
Got it, Aggie. Let's take a look. Thank you.
Deputy Marisa?
Request for an 89 at the home of one Dr John Keats. The address is...
Serious? This is my day off.
Sheriff's deputy, crime never takes time off.
One of his maids is to blame.
Thanks, Deputy Sheriff.
Problem solved.
Delegated.
That is what you mean. Delegated.
What are you doing, Ben?
I did a little math. - Please, boy.
I saw a beautiful boat. A schooner, in Jacksonville.
Can I have some water?
The.
Thank you. -Here you go.
Try shooting.
Those cartridges are expensive.
Sorry, pa.
You always say he looks like his mother.
She turns in her grave when she sees him shoot.
How much?
Fifty.
30 is enough for me.
Thank you.
Come by tonight and you'll get it.
Inside you.
Calm down. -Sit down.
Everything okay, sister? -Always.
What have you got to hide there?
Are you the black El Chapo or do you lead the Thule sex cult...
...and do you sell virgin blood?
You watch YouTube too much. dr. Keats doesn't sell virgin blood.
The Thule Society is real, Grace.
Where is the sheriff anyway? T., pass me his phone.
I can't have a phone. -Why not?
I've said too much already. -T., give me your phone then.
Do you think I am stupid? Then they can trace me.
Grace.
Have you never tied someone to a chair?
That's not how you do it. -Should Roy do it then?
FBI Albany. What can I do for you?
Say that again. -I have a man named Roy Lambert on the phone.
He's holding John Keats hostage.
What a sick joke.
It doesn't sound like that, sir.
Hi Dad.
My friends are on their way, you will meet them soon.
They'll be right there, don't worry.
We're going for it.
We need to send a unit there. A hostage situation is a federal matter.
Or you never got that call. -It's already committed.
Where do they come from? -Albany.
That's an hour from Fitzgerald.
If they find the situation suspicious, they go in and find it.
Keep stretching as long as possible.
Who was that?
Someone we pay to keep us informed.
Is Roy Lambert at large?
Start the car, boy.
I should have killed him.
Are you clearing this up?
How clean do you want it to be?
It doesn't have to be spic and span.
And dr. Keats?
Stays alive.
dr. Keats must live. You know that right?
There is none better than him.
I should send Silas over there. -No, you don't want that.
Let me.
Silas can arrange this.
Do you want it done discreetly? That's what I'm here for.
All right then.
If you've got Roy in your sights, don't miss him.
The FBI will be there in 55 minutes. -It's just been announced.
Limit the damage.
Thank God.
We will deal with this diplomatically.
Grace, give me a gun. -How so?
The sheriff is coming. Give up.
A great weapon. -You get what I give you.
I speak. -You don't do any more.
Keats, how can a small pharmacist afford such a place?
I live frugally.
You are talking nonsense.
My family had lived here for 85 years when you came here.
Shut up.
You certainly don't see the sunset on the farm.
Stand still, Ben.
Can we at least pretend to be civilized people?
I need to see that he's still alive.
Doctor, are you okay?
What a stupid question given the circumstances, you drunk.
Tell them I'll pay them what they want. It's all about money like that.
I thought you were in jail.
I'm off for a few hours. -Have anyone hurt anyone?
Yes, and the day has only just begun.
Do you want to negotiate?
Money, compensation?
How about a nice gin and tonic?
Sounds good, doesn't it? -Where's your sense of community, Ben?
You know best who to turn to to get what we want.
And that is? -An answer. Who killed my sister?
I've done research.
She went missing. She probably went to Atlanta.
She got involved in nasty...
My sister wasn't a junkie. She would never just walk away.
She was last seen here. She went to Dr. Keats' house.
Here's how we do it.
You have half an hour to solve the disappearance.
Or else? -Get your Dr. Keats back in pieces...
...until you have it complete. -For clarity.
If you don't hear what you don't want to hear...
...is Dr Keats dying? -Precisely.
And the three of you figured this out all together?
Call the FBI and mobilize all the police officers of this state...
...otherwise the prime suspect will die.
You have half an hour, that is, 30 minutes, before I question Dr. Keats.
And if he doesn't answer? -Then I'll put a gun to his head.
And if he still doesn't say anything?
This is a small town and she has a lot of bullets.
Someone will be talking.
It started ten years ago, but today it is coming to an end.
Why the hell are they doing this?
They came because of Brigit.
Wie? -Brigit Baker.
We need to smoke them out before they burrow.
Hulpsheriff Lewis?
Deputy Lewis, are you there?
Yes what is it?
Thanks for checking out Dr Keats.
No problem.
Did you see anything unusual?
No nothing. -Nothing?
He is being held hostage by Roy Lambert...
... Grace Baker and Toby ...
What else is Toby's name? -Toby Cavendish.
Same mother as Grace and Brigit.
I am already on my way.
Go to the other side of the lake.
Go to the point. -Okay.
Play for God. -Understood. Damn.
What a mess here.
If I get the lead, she flies out first.
The FBI will take this seriously.
Let them sort this out. -Yeah, we're letting the FBI screw this up.
Let them cool down a bit.
Are you going to be the hero?
Check it out. I'll take care of this.
What have you got in that hiding place, Keats?
Are your reptile friends in there?
When the day is done, I'll know all your secrets.
Why do you think I'm bad through and through?
Well, we're in Georgia.
Everyone here does something that is not allowed.
Sometimes they do a cousin...
...and sometimes people lead a satanic sex cult.
Let's remove his nails using a blender.
How?
I read that somewhere.
You break his wrist, then the fingers, one finger at a time...
We don't torture anyone at all.
Not yet.
If you can't stand this, you better go, Roy. Immediately.
Brigit meant everything to me.
I think about her every day. She made me a better person.
If we torture him, we're no better than him.
This country owes its existence to violence. Understood?
What do you mean? -By that I mean our fundamental right...
...to use violence against people...
...to get what we want in the name of justice.
You're crazy.
That's right.
There are few like you, Toby. That goes for you too, Grace.
Thank you.
That wasn't meant as a compliment.
See, Brigit was very different.
She was a team player.
She only worked for you for two months. You don't even know her.
Brigit Baker was not who you thought. -How do you mean?
She never loved you, Roy. -That's right.
I don't want you to talk to me like that. -I'll talk to you how I want.
No you will not do that. We were in love. Ever since I met her...
...she was everything to me.
Where did you meet? -That's none of your business.
That was during a show in Bridgeport, on a cool summer night.
At five past eleven...
...you fell in love with her.
You were her musician.
How do you know that? Did she say that before you killed her?
Brigit just talked to you and she tolerated you...
...because Charles Rutledge had to. - You're lying.
You're lying, damn it.
And you?
She was ashamed of you two.
She honestly hated being your family.
She could really be a stiff bitch.
That's not how you talk about her. -I'm her sister.
You're not going to smear her name now. -It doesn't matter.
Stop with that bullshit of yours.
He's trying to drive us crazy. cut down.
Stop.
This is going well, isn't it?
Mr Rutledge.
Grace Baker.
Okay.
Away from here.
Come on, I'll get you open.
I will discover all your secrets.
How does this work?
And you thought you had a smart door.
I tell you this.
Toby will come in. I'll find a way.
Then the old-fashioned way, door.
Here we go.
Watch out, explosion.
What was that?
That sounded like C-4.
You are a strong door.
How did he get that C-4?
No idea. He certainly had it with him. -What a farmer.
That was very very weak C-4.
But that doesn't matter.
I'll come in.
There he goes.
We have to free him.
That would be very stupid.
Look at that.
That's a '61 St. Andrews. Don't you dare.
There is nothing to celebrate yet.
Rather late not to drink.
You are on probation. You can't drink.
Can you never act normal?
Another big mouth and I'll slam it shut.
You are always full of anger. -I can also get very violent.
I'm a powder keg, motherfucker.
You are really crazy.
We haven't even started yet.
You killed Kane in cold blood. Our blood hasn't been cold in ten years.
kane? That guard of yours?
I tore it up like a piece of seaweed. -He's not my guard.
What you want.
How naive you are, child.
You better leave. Never mind.
Say that again?
Charles is the monster.
You should ask him about Brigit, not me. -Can't you go out?
I can eat out once a week.
For the rest I work for Charles.
Again and again.
Serious? - As serious as cancer.
What does Charles Rutledge have to do with it?
We want the truth, that's all. -It's not that simple.
Nothing is easy, only possessing yourself. -Simple?
Drinking as much as I do is not easy.
Are we going to joke now? I also know a joke.
Brigit was 19 when she disappeared and she had never had a drop of liquor.
If you were them, how would you get away?
Lake on both sides...
...and out the back is only wilderness as far as Florida.
They knew they had no way out.
mr. Rutledge, I have the situation under control.
Not quick enough. -I'll take care of it.
Silas and the boys are on their way to handle the situation.
We can't just blow it up.
dr. Keats is very important to this town.
If we lose him, we lose our way of life.
Understood?
There is a chance of a good outcome without firing a shot.
How?
Can you tell me about Brigit's disappearance?
Don't start on that. -What else?
Otherwise the same will happen to you. Whatever may have happened to her.
A girl was missing. -And you investigated that case.
The city has organized a vigil and her body has never been found.
You said it yourself.
No body, no crime.
Look at it from their side.
Suppose it was Kyle. How far would you go for him?
Stay out of it, Sheriff.
Help Silas.
The FBI's negotiating team will be on the scene in 41 minutes.
Everything should be arranged in half an hour.
Greetings from your father.
Roy Lambert was incarcerated for ten years for assault?
That's right.
Who did he mistreat?
Three guesses.
Dr. Keats?
My father?
Roy attacked him unexpectedly.
And he got ten years for that.
Ten years for punching? That was quite a blow.
It was.
We had discontinued the search for Brigit.
In his infinite wisdom, your father said to Roy...
...that Brigit was better off dead.
Then I would slap him too.
No, not you.
Have you taken your position? -You're not very patient, are you, Ben?
I spoke to Mrs Baker. She doesn't want anything to do with her daughter.
Her adopted daughter.
I've got the house in my sights.
If they come by you...
...they don't get past me.
I decide.
You don't shoot until I say so. - Got it, Sheriff.
Ben.
The situation is under control. -It doesn't look like that.
It was nice working with you, but now we're taking over.
Why don't you and that kid cordon off the area?
Fall dead, Silas.
The schedule?
Fifteen minutes to attack, ten minutes to finish.
Rutledge wants it sorted and we're going to do it.
Thanks for services rendered, but now you're done.
Action.
Ben, what's going on? Did Dad send the militia out?
Do you think you can get into the house?
How? -Stay close to the trees.
So you want me to go inside the house so Silas doesn't blow things up?
Something like that, yes.
A bloodbath is of no use to anyone.
You understand?
Okay, if you don't...
...may I now play hero.
Now I am the hero.
What?
What should I do?
Do I have to come here?
Okay, that's fine.
Jesus help me.
We do the work of the Lord.
Brigit said Toby wasn't tracking, but he really needs help.
It went downhill after Brigit.
Last year he had fought in Alabama.
He said he was given bad cocaine at a party.
Grace, you wanted to be a dancer, didn't you?
What happened to the Grace Baker...
...who went door to door as a girl scout with cookies?
He learned to fight and shoot.
It must have been hard standing in Brigit's shadow.
She was really very smart.
I helped with her university admission letter.
I even helped her with her college scholarship to Yale.
My heart broke when Charles let her join his business here.
Brigit was a good girl.
One of the best girls to come from a foster home.
She always took care of you, didn't she?
You and Toby...
The social workers screwed up, but you three...
...always had each other.
And that's beautiful.
Fine.
I once had a foster child, but that didn't work out.
That was when the state paid well to take care of such an asshole.
Do you actually hear what you're saying? Do you think that's normal?
For some of those children, the family tree is like a circle.
Realize...
...that you don't have to give up, even if your family abandoned you.
All that hate...
... and all the rage.
Brigit would like you to forget her.
I try that too.
What? Are you trying to forget her? -Shut up.
Are you trying that? -That is not what I mean.
Then what? Tell me.
I've wanted to move on with my life for ten years now.
Ten years.
And even though I feel guilty, I want to forget her. Honestly.
As much as I try, my thoughts won't leave me alone.
I constantly think about what those bastards did to her.
It doesn't make me sleep.
I need to know what happened, Roy.
I don't want to visit an empty grave anymore.
I was in jail for ten years.
My career is gone. I've lost everything.
And nobody cared...
...except you.
Only you and the memory of Brigit kept me going.
Being free and not being able to do anything is bad too.
And just because I was stupid enough to promise...
...that I would wait for you to be released.
Every soul, from God to the devil, knows that Grace Baker keeps his word.
On her grave I swore that everyone is going to die...
...which has something to do with her disappearance.
If I find out you have anything to do with it...
...then God forbid I kill you with my own hands.
Did you hear that?
Toby, did you hear that?
Who's in there?
Roy, Grace and that sucker cousin.
I don't even remember his name.
Toby Cavendish, the hip.
Toby Cavendish is just a typical loser.
He started a gun shop, but it didn't work.
How can you not make money on guns in Georgia?
Do we just observe? Because this drone can deal a hard blow.
You're not going to launch a drone strike or Keats will die.
We've got Rutledge's permission, so we'll do it.
Didn't Toby and Grace serve in the military?
I've heard that too, but they had to scratch up.
Anyone seen? -New.
What is that? -A so-called drone, prisoner.
But we prefer to call this a target.
Oh no.
What a wonderful toy for grown people.
We're going to storm the house without robots. Understood?
Charles didn't send his toppers.
What was that?
Why are you laughing like that?
That wasn't just any drone. That drone was full of TNT or something...
...because I just shot at it.
So apparently you may be sacrificed, John Keats.
Fascinating.
Isn't it, Dr. Keats?
Who's more scared now? Us or them?
Brigit got into the back of the sheriff's car.
She was taken. parole.
Put it on speaker.
dr. Keats says you know what happened to her.
I? I could barely find the police station.
What the hell would my motive be?
dr. Keats says he saw her in your police car.
Ten years ago? Then I was a shit lazarus.
If you have nothing to hide, why drones? Do you want to kill everyone?
No more bloodshed, okay? Here you go.
I don't know what happened to Brigit.
Grace, do you hear me?
I've been investigating her case and it's very complicated.
I had a list of suspects.
At the top of the list was Roy Lambert.
The gel.
When he kicked Charles, that was a reason to lock him up.
The gel.
Charles dropped the investigation...
...after Roy's conviction. To keep society safe.
And here, Charles' will is the law.
Anything else? -Just let Dr. Keats go.
There's no need to die.
Jesus.
They set me up.
She was the sweetest girl I had ever met.
She was too good for me.
You know I never could.
She was indeed too good for you. -That's right.
Really and truly.
Jesus. I know you didn't kill Brigit.
Thank you. - You're a weakling.
Now I'm sure they have something to hide.
Toby, do something at the door.
Do you think I haven't tried anything? -Trying isn't good enough.
You can't undo everything. When you open that door...
...everything will change.
Didn't I say?
That door will now open.
Clear?
Good gracious.
Charles Rutledge showed up too. -See?
My plan is working.
Your plan?
What is the situation?
The boys are getting ready. We only have one chance.
How did your gentle approach go? -Not bad.
Kyle is inside now.
What did you say? -I couldn't stop him.
He walked right over me. -You don't get it, do you?
If you negotiate with them...
...you tell every imbecile that they can get on in life...
...by threatening a hard-working man with a weapon.
They are a bunch of bastards who are sick in their heads.
And you send my only son to them to negotiate.
Marisa, can you see Kyle?
No, I don't see it.
Is he not with you?
You're his nanny, moron.
I'm the sheriff here. -That's completely right.
Never forget who holds you in that post, who keeps you in that post...
...and who can get you under the sod. Faster than a sparrow can poop.
You're a worn out, shy disgrace to the city.
Only thanks to my patience...
...and the generosity of the Lord you still live.
My family built this city.
By toil, the city prospered. My blood flows in every tree.
Every breeze holds my breath.
You wouldn't make it in New York or Atlanta as a cop.
Even a security guard in a store is too ambitious.
You are a corrupt pagan and a divorced freeloader from a father...
...whose only children don't even call him on his own birthday.
Yes, you are the sheriff.
But what did you want to do? Do you still think you matter?
Not so. You are a waste of space.
Understood? Waste of space, damn it.
Clear? -Yes.
Yes what?
Yes sir. -Good.
You can go, Sheriff.
Thanks for services rendered. -Don't yell at me like that.
You get the money for the boat you want so badly.
After that I never want to see you again. That's the deal.
It was nice doing business. And now rotten. -Get out.
God damn it, boy.
Ben, that property is mine.
scratch up.
Where is the sheriff going?
They're going to try something. -Do they really want to kill me?
Great, now we have to keep you alive. -Me?
Let them come.
T., if you want to get through that door, you have to do it now.
I knew. I am in.
That's how I can see it.
Please, Jesus. Help me with that door.
I am in.
Let me see.
I don't see a cave.
As long as they aren't aliens.
I'm going in.
Help me, Jesus. Help me.
The FBI will be there in 23 minutes. Three SUVs.
You are not going to believe this.
Looks like our Dr. Keats is producing more drugs downstairs...
...than Hunter S. Thompson could do in 1000 lifetimes.
Friends, may I introduce the Pablo Escobar of Georgia.
It's not what it seems. -Serious?
I've seen enough drugs...
...to produce a huge amount of fentanyl, meth, ecstasy and so on.
I was right the whole time. I just knew.
I was right and I will always remind you of that.
Four men arrive. Grace, upstairs.
If we don't keep him alive, we'll be dead before they get in.
They're going to the side, Grace.
Cursed Devil.
Are you storming the house?
Thanks for the warning, Ben.
Ben's not a sheriff anymore.
If you got those bastards in your sights, shoot. Understood?
Mr Rutledge. Understood, sir.
Those FBI guys will be surprised if they discover your drug stash.
Serious?
I blasted all those bastards.
Come here.
Surely you don't want anyone to die, do you?
Oh no? Down arms.
Weapon away. - Shoot that bastard.
Handball, how's it?
Do they know about it? Well? Who did you say something to?
I didn't say anything. - Bullshit, I don't believe a word of it.
I have discovered your sinful cave.
Does the whole city know about it?
I think I know you.
Aren't you little Callan Martin?
So you too. Until seventh grade you couldn't even write your name.
What a words...
...from someone who came to his graduation in tinfoil.
Your parents must have been very proud, weren't they...
...when the NSA screened you from head to toe. Freak.
You're quite daring when I have you at gunpoint.
I'm the only one who blows someone up. I'll blow your head off.
And then I'll take all the time to interrogate you.
No movement. I've heard everything.
Is everything you said about that bunker a lie?
Unfortunately not, Kyle.
Laat me them.
I'm the only agent here. Get out.
Get that gun out of my back, kid.
You can't even shoot.
You can tell the difference between a hole in the ground and you don't even ass.
Callan, I'm warning you. -Listen.
Shut up and you'll survive. Now don't play the hero.
Get out. -Your father is outside...
...and the only one to get out of here alive is me...
...and maybe you too, if you turn around now and fuck off.
I've never seen a dead one.
Pick up.
Nu, Roy.
Callan, situation?
Good morning, Dad. Sorry.
If you do something to my boy...
...you get a torrent of violence on you fags.
We have discovered your factory of sinfulness, Charles.
What happens now is up to you.
Tell us everything you know about Brigit...
...or else Kyle will get to know the interior of my weapon.
Would you rather have your secrets or your son?
Honor where credit is due.
Those three blasted your boys.
That was a warm-up.
We don't have time for games.
Go in, save my son and kill the others.
Clear?
How long before everyone gets to Keats?
Yes, I'm coming.
That guy wanted to kill us, Roy.
You did the right thing. You saved our lives.
What happened to my sister?
That's dead.
You don't need to know more. She is dead.
Who killed her?
It's not that simple.
It has to do with that stuff of yours down there in that basement, doesn't it?
It was Brigit's idea.
She could see it all. Thanks to you, Toby.
The gel.
You inspired her.
She watched you get high behind the hostel.
You're just lying, Keats.
And you, Grace...
She saw that violence didn't hurt you.
She wanted something that you could find peace with.
And understand well...
...that the future of pharmaceuticals is up for grabs.
Ever...
...drug cartels built their empire...
...purely on marijuana.
And then they saw how the elite on the coast and their imitators...
...have a need for cocaine.
Then Brigit's club came up with ecstasy.
She distributed them at parties and in the clubs.
Then the cartels turned to heroin.
Oxycodone was prescribed en masse.
The cartels had to innovate.
They put that damn fentanyl in every drug.
Everyone was furious.
Not to mention those mushy vegans in Los Angeles...
...who got excited about what was in their juices...
...but couldn't even pronounce the name of what was in their drugs.
Ter zake nu, Keats.
That summer she came to work for me.
She kept stock.
Within a month she was running the tent.
She constantly asked me all kinds of questions about the business.
For a moment I thought she wanted to know how to set up a drug lab.
But I knew she wasn't that stupid.
You don't just deal with drugs down there.
You conduct experiments. -I innovate.
Brigit was groundbreaking.
She told me about her idea.
We needed money to build our labs.
Pharmaceutical ingredients and stuff.
I introduced her to Charles.
I borrowed money from him a long time ago.
I liked Brigit's idea.
Very much so.
He's been doing suspicious things...
...but...
But?
Charles is diligent.
He wanted to know how this new drug, the ecstasy of the 2000s...
...could be transported.
Brigit went out to investigate.
She thought that traveling musicians...
...were the answer.
That was the best way to transport that new drug.
This is where you come into the picture, Roy.
The only reason she was in that tent that night was to watch.
And then she saw you.
She used you.
After you hit Charles, you were his perfect scapegoat.
If someone asked about Brigit, Charles could say...
...that it must have been her abusive ex.
He influenced everyone everywhere. Police, judges.
It all went so easy.
And our drunken Sheriff Ben liked to look the other way.
He was the worst cop in the region.
He didn't even notice that half the police were paid by Charles.
You are lying. All lies.
My father is a good person. He doesn't do such a thing.
I have no reason to lie.
Not anymore.
So you, Brigit and Charles are business partners.
And Silas.
Always that Silas.
He does the dirty work.
When I made progress...
...Charles saw the possibilities.
He became greedy.
He invited her here once.
She never arrived.
Silas stopped her in the sheriff's car.
I never saw her again.
I don't know what happened.
Then Ben had to stop investigating Charles.
Life went on.
Except for you three and for me.
Brigit was my student and my girlfriend.
Pick up, Ben.
Damn.
Let's make a deal.
You can go free.
Let Kyle go.
Then we keep quiet.
parole.
I will confirm everything.
Wait for the FBI to arrive and I'll corroborate everything you say.
Does the sheriff know anything about Brigit? -New.
We won't tell the sheriff and Kyle.
It's convenient for him that Charles' son is a deputy sheriff.
Everyone knows how stupid Kyle is.
My father keeps his word.
Let me go and he'll let you go. I promise.
I'd just keep my word, Kyle.
Understood?
And now get out. Run to your daddy.
Sorry.
What I don't know...
...but I'm sorry.
Come on, boy.
Will you keep your promise?
You said you would let them go.
Come on.
A little further.
Don't go play the dove of peace.
Let them go.
Is Dr Keats still alive?
And.
Let them walk.
Let them go or I'll tell the FBI everything.
You are kidding me.
I swear.
On my life.
I swear on Mama's grave.
Wat are they doing? Get me out of here.
You can not be serious.
Turn it off.
Everyone dies and the lab is on fire. The FBI will be there in eight minutes.
Release him, Roy.
In the lab, we can stop them.
Keats has been hit. Toby, Keats has been hit.
Marisa, with me.
Don't shoot them. Charles is to blame.
Take my weapon.
Stay out of it, Sheriff.
Do you sometimes want to play the hero?
Stop.
We'll kill those bastards. For Toby.
You are a waste of space.
Stand still, motherfucker.
Where are you going?
Why does poop always float to the surface?
It's over, Charlie.
Do you regret anything?
For those who are still alive: it's over.
Jesus.
What did you know?
That Keats and Charles were behind it.
Keats supplied the drugs, but Silas killed Brigit.
He drove your car. -I should have done more.
Indeed. And now you're bleeding.
That's not my blood. -Are you sure?
The FBI is almost there.
Go on, you go free.
You've never been here.
If anyone ever asks, I found a drug den.
I stopped them.
I am the hero.
The oh-so-great hero.