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I'm the hero.
Big shiny hero.
A bloodbath won't do anything.
What, are you tryingto be a hero now?
Grace Baker keeps her word.
Stay in your lane, Sheriff.
You're a fuckingwaste of space.
Who the fuck killed my sister?
All right, sir,I need you to stand up please.
You have tofight for your liberty.
You have to support people
who are willing to fightfor your liberty.
- See you soon, baby!- Come on!
Wish I were you!
Don't get used tothe fresh air, asshole.
You'll be back.
I hope you don't want a hug.
What are you wearing?
You couldn't pick me upa little closer?
You look like GI Joe.
The fuck?You're one to talk, emo kid.
Dude, my plan wasto go to Keats's house,
not the forest.Like, what are you wearing?
- You look like an idiot.- Your plan?
It's not your plan.First of all,
I planned thisfor the past 10 years.
I don't even know whatBrigit saw in you.
Get in the car.
Yeah, it's not your plan.
- What's this?- My ashtray.
What are you smokingthree packs a day?
That ain't gonna bewhat kills me.
Get out, I'm driving.
My truck, my rules.
Last time you triedto drive me anywhere,
you try to take meto a mental institution,
so I don't trust you.
- Good morning, Toby.- Fuck you.
Prick.
I still think this is a bad idea
that we waited for himall this time.
Everything shitthat happened to Brigit
happened after she got with him.
Now, I ain't getting inthis truck unless I'm driving.
Fine! Christ Almightyon a broken rocking horse.
It is too early for your crazy.
Get out. Get out!
Thank you, little sister.
Oh, my God.
I was listening to a preacherthis morning on the radio
and he said the word "sinner"six times in six minutes.
You know what that means?
I mean it's gonna bea glorious day.
Give me the gun.
Don't hurt yourself.
Right.
Shit.
Someone's here! Someone's here!
The fuck?
Come on, Toby.
Does it look likeshe needs help?
Fuck, door's sealed.
Hey, asshole.
I can give youanything you want.
Oh, I think I know what you got.
The only thing you're guilty ofright now is just trespassing.
Nah, I killed that guardback there.
Keats has a guard?Why does Keats have guard?
And his boys are packingsome real firepower.
That's military spec,right there.
Grace never mentioned anythingabout a fucking guard.
I knew he was hidin' something.
You leave right now,I swear I won't tell a soul.
I won't say a word.
You can answer a question for usand we'll be on our way.
Yes, anything.
What happened to Brigit Baker?
You were the last personto see her alive.
House is clear.
See, I told youthis Ayn Rand-lovin',
Epstein-wannabeis hiding something.
It's just my safe room..
Fucking open it.
Fuck the door! I want to knowwhat you did to Brigit.
You can still go.I didn't press the silent alarm.
Go ahead, push it.
You want me to trip the alarm?
Yes we do, Doctor Keats.
I'm not leaving here,but you can.
Push the button.
Don't make him repeat himself.
Let's get the whole townin on the fun.
Here's your baker's dozen.
How we doing, sweetheart?
- Cash or credit?- Hold on.
What are we working with?
This'll do.
Thanks.
Hold on.
Okay, bye.
You forgot your gun.
Oh, hell.
All right, see you later.
Hey.
I thought you were dead.
Get up.
- It's time to get up.- You could...
- You could sit in my lap.- Oh.
I don't know if it could,you know, hold both of us.
Come on.
Let's go.
- Gotta go.- Let's have a snow day.
Nobody cares, Boy Scout.
Here, oh, yes.
Let's roll, old man.I got donuts.
The other one.
Woo!
Mm.
You boys have fun out there.
Christ, Chief.
At least act likeyou give a shit.
Let's go.
What's cooking?
I just gotta goto the kindergarten at 11,
talk to the kids aboutbeing a hero and all that.
Nah, I wish.
Let's go see your daddy.
I need a word.
Let's make it a surprise.
My daddy don't like surprises.
I understand.
Pull.
The '66 was better.
Morning, Daddy.
What's wrong?
Maybe we justwant to come say hello.
Deputy Rutledge,
Deputy Rutledge,you got eyes on Sheriff Ben?
Yeah, I'm here.
Silent alarmwas just tripped
at Doctor Keats's house.
Probably him justknocking it again,
but when I called the house,he didn't answer.
- Copy?- One of his maids again.
Get Marisa to, you know,to head over.
She ain't gonna be happy,it's her day off.
Yeah, Aggie, we got it.
We're gonna handle it.Thank you.
Deputy Marisa.
Deputy Marisa?
What?
I'm requesting a 89at the residence
of one Doctor John Keats.
1403...
Are you kidding me?
It's my day off.
Deputy,crime don't take days off.
One of his maids musthave hit it with her ass.
'Preciate it, Deputy.
Oop!
Problem handled.
Delegated. That's the wordyou're looking for, delegated.
What you want, Ben?
I've been doing some math.
There you go, son.
I saw this real nice boat.
A schooner in, uh, Jacksonville.
Hand me a water, would you?
Pull.
- Thank you.- There you go.
Pull.
Why don't you tryhitting one, son?
Those shells are expensive.
Sorry, Pa.
He always saidhe takes after his mother.
She'd be rolling in her graveshe saw him shoot like that.
How much?
50.
30'll cover it.
Thank you.
Drop by the house tonight,I'll have it for you.
Pull.
Get in there.
- Get...- Easy. Easy!
- Sit down.- Easy.
- You okay, little sis?- Always.
What you hidingbehind that door, huh?
You the Black El Chapo
or you runninga sex cult
sending in the blood of virginsto the ultra rich?
You watchtoo much YouTube, Toby.
Doctor Keats ain'tsellin' virgin blood.
society'sa real thing, Grace.
What's taking the sheriffso long?
T, give me his phone.
They don't let me have a phone
who don't let you have a phone?
I've already said too much.
T, give me your phone.
Do you think I'm dumb?
I didn't bring my phone,they could track me.
- Grace.- All right.
You ain't never tiedanybody to a chair before?
- That's not how you do it.- What, you want Roy to do it?
Albany Federal Bureauof Investigations.
How can I help?
Say that again.
I have one Roy Lamberton the other line,
he sayshe's taken John Keats hostage.
What a horrendous prank.
It doesn't sound likea prank, sir.
Hey, Daddy. Yeah,my friends are on their way.
You're gonna see 'emreal soon.
They'll be there injust a minute, don't you worry.
Brass will take care of it.
Sir, we have to roll the unit.
Hostage situations are federal,it's protocol.
Perhapsyou never got the call.
It's already been logged.
Where they coming from?
Albany.That's an hour to Fitzgerald.
If they get there and sensethere's anything in that house,
they will come inand they will find it.
An hour.
Stall 'em as long as you can.
Mm-hm.
Who was that?
Someone we payto keep us informed.
Roy Lambert's out of prison?
Go start the truck, son.
Shoulda killed him.
Can you clean this up?
How clean?
Don't have to be squeaky.
- Doctor Keats?- Alive.
Can't lose Doctor Keats,you know that, right?
He's the best at what he does.
I should send in Silas.
No, no, you don't wanna do that.
Let me try.
Well, Silas can get this done.
You want discreet?
That's why I'm here.
All right.
You get a shot at Roy,you're gonna take it, right?
Yes, sir.
FBI is 55 minutes out.
Call just went out on the radio.
You contain this.
Thank God.
Let's try some diplomacy.
- Grace, give me a rifle.- Why?
The sheriff is here.Give me a rifle, come on.
- A big one.- You get what you get.
- I'm gonna do the talking.- That's all you do.
Hey, Keats.
Tell me, how doesa small-town pharmacist
afford a place like this, huh?
I'm frugal.
Bullshit.
My family's lived in this housefor 85 years
until you uppity animalsbarged in.
Shut the hell up.
Bet the farmyou don't see sundown.
That's far enough, Ben.
Can we pretend for a momentthat we're civilized?
I need proof of life.
Doctor.
You well?
That's a stupid questionconsiderin' the circumstance,
you drunk bastard.
Tell them I'll pay themwhatever they want.
- Shut the fuck up.- It's all about the money
with you people.
I thought you werein the big house.
Got out a few hours ago.
You hurt anyone yet?
Yep, and the day is still young.
You want to negotiate, kid?
Money? Reparations?
How about a nice gin and tonic?
Sounds pretty good, doesn't it?
Where's yourhometown spirit, Ben?
I know you know exactlywho to ask to get what we want.
- Which is?- The answer to one question.
Who the fuck killed my sister?
I investigated.
She went missing.
She probably went to Atlanta.
Yeah, got mixed upin a bad scene.
My sister wasn't no junkie.She would never just run off.
The last time she was seen,she was coming here,
to Doctor Keats's house.
So here's what's what.
You have 30 minutes to solve
the disappearanceof Brigit Baker.
Or?
Or I start sending outJohn Keats piece by piece
until you got him all.
So let me get this straight.
If you don't hearwhat you don't want to hear,
then you're going toshoot Doctor Keats.
That's right.
It took all three of youto come up with that?
Call the FBI,
get every Leo in the state here,
or I kill my number one suspect.
- No, Roy.- Yes, Ben.
30 minutes, three-zero,
or I start asking Doctor Keatsthe truth.
And if he doesn't answer?
I put a gun to his headand I ask him again.
And if he still doesn't answer?
It's a small town.
She's got a lot of bullets.Someone's gonna talk.
This started 10 years ago,but it ends today.
What in God's namepossessed them to do this?
They're here for Brigit.
- Who?- Brigit Baker.
We should smoke 'em outright now before they dig in.
Fuck.
Yeah.
Deputy Lewis.
Deputy Lewis, are you on?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.Yeah, what's up?
Thanks for doing that welfarecheck on Doctor Keats.
No problem, no problem.
Did you notice anything,uh, unusual?
Mm-mm, no. No, nothing.
Nothing?'Cause he's been taken hostage
- by Roy Lambert...- Fuck.
- ...Grace Baker, and Toby.- What?
- What's Toby's last name?- Tony Cavendish.
- Toby Cavendish.- Same mom as Grace and Brigit.
- Different dad.- Yeah, yeah.
I'm on my way, I'm on my way.
I want you to goto the far side of the lake,
- go to the point.- You got it.
- Play God.- You got it, you got it. Shit.
This whole police departmentis fucked.
First thing I'm gonna do whenI get in charge, I'm firing her.
FBI's gonna make a mealout of this.
We should wait,let them handle it.
Yeah, the feds are gonnafuck this up.
Let's let them cool off.
What, are you trying tobe a hero now?
Fuck off.I can do this.
What you hidin'in that safe room, Keats?
That where you keep yourreptilian friends hidden? Hm?
I'm gonna find out all yoursecrets by the end of this day.
What gives you the impression
that I'm anythingbut a good man?
Well, this is Georgia.
Everyone is doing something
they're notsupposed to be doing.
Sometimes it's their cousin
and sometimes peopleare running a satanic sex cult.
Now.
I say we just removehis fingernails
with a fucking blender.
How would that even work?
I read a book about it.You break the wrist first.
You tap the fingers,you do one finger at a time...
We're not fuckingtorturing anyone!
- Yet.- No.
You don't got the stomachfor this,
why don't you justwalk off, Roy?
- Right now.- Brigit was everything to me.
I think about herevery fucking day.
She made me a better personand if we torture him,
we're no fucking betterthan him.
We were countryfounded on violence, Roy.
You hear me?
Fuck are you talking about?
I'm talking aboutour constitutional right
as American citizensto enact violence on people
so we can get what we wantin the name of justice.
You are fucking crazy!
Yes, I am.
You are a rare specimen, Toby.And you too, Grace.
Thank you.
I didn't mean thatas a good thing.
You see,Brigit was nothing like you.
She was a team player.
Hey, she worked for youone summer for two months.
You didn't know her.
Brigit Baker was not the youngwoman you thought she was.
What do you mean?
She never loved you, Roy.
Ain't that the truth.
No, you do not have permissionto talk to me like that.
I will talk to youhowever I want to.
No, you won't.
We were in love.From the moment I met her,
she was everything to me.
Where'd you meet, Roy?
It's none ofyour fucking business.
You met at a show in Bridgeportand one cool summer night.
'Bout 11:05.
She swept you off your feet.
You was her music man.
How do you know that?
She tell you thatbefore you fucking killed her?
Brigit only spoke to you,tolerated you,
because Charles Rutledgeordered it.
That's a lie.That's a fucking lie!
And you two?
She was embarrassedby the both of you.
Truth is,
she resented the fact thatshe was even related to you.
Truth is,she could be a prissy bitch.
Hey, you don'ttalk about her like that.
- ...my sister too, I'mma talk...- Do not disrespect her name
right now!
Stop! He's just tryingto get in our fucking heads!
Stop!
Well, it's fucking working.Ain't it?
Mr. Rutledge.
Grace Baker?
Okay.
Move out.
I'm going to find outall your secrets, I am.
Okay.
How does this work?
Oh, and you thought you builtyou so smart, you damn door.
Let me tell you,
Toby's going to find a way in.Fucking find a way.
Oh, guess we're gonna do thisthe old fashioned way, door.
Here we go.
Fire in the hole.
What the fuck was that?
Hoo-hoo-hoo!
- What the fuck was that?- Sounded like C4.
Shit.
You are one goddamnstrong door, aren't you?
Where'd he get C4 from?
I don't know.Probably had it in his pocket.
Redneck.
That was some of the weakest C4I ever blown up.
That's all right.
I'm gonna find my way in.
Here we go.
Ah, shit!
We should get in there,save the day.
Well, that would be stupid.
Ha-ha! Hell yes.
That's a '61 St. Andrews,don't you dare.
It's a little earlyto be celebrating, Grace.
Bit late to be sober.
Nah, you're on probation,that would be illegal.
Are you ever not a fuck up?
Give me one more ounce of lipand I will lay you out.
You are a very angry person.
Oh-ho,I can be a violent person too.
I contain multitudes,motherfucker.
You people are sick in the head.
We haven't evengotten started yet.
You killed Kane in cold blood.
Our blood hasn't been coldin 10 years.
- Who's Kane?- Your security guard?
Yeah, I tore through himlike a seafood buffet.
He's not my guard.
The fuck you say?
You're so naïve, child.
I'd leave this place if I could.Forget it.
Say that again.
Charles. He's the monster.
He's the one you need to beasking questions about Brigit,
not me.
They don't let you leave?
Once a week I get to go geta good meal at a restaurant.
Other than that,I'll work for Charles.
Over and over.
- You're serious.- As cancer.
What does Charles Rutledge
have to do with this?
All we want is the truth.
It's not as easy as it sounds.
Nothing worth getting is easy,except drunk.
Easy? Not the way I do it.
Oh, we're making jokes now?
Well, here's a funny onefor you.
Brigit was 19when she disappeared
and she never hada legal drink in her life.
If, you know you were them,
how would you escape?
Well, we got lake on both sides,
but in the back, it's just bushall the way to Florida.
They knew they weren't leaving.
Mr. Rutledge.
I got thisright where I want it.
- Not fast enough.- I'm taking care of it.
Silas and the old boys are enroute to expedite the situation.
We can't justshoot our way out of it.
Doctor Keats...
means a great deal to this town.
We lose him, we possiblylose our way of life.
Am I understood?
There's a chance that this endswithout another bullet fired.
- How?- Anything you can tell me?
About Brigit's disappearance?
- I wouldn't go there.- Or what?
You might join her.
Wherever that may be.
- A girl went missing.- You investigated.
And the town had a vigil,and no body was ever found.
You even said it yourself.
- No body, no crime.- Think of their perspective.
Imagine if it was Kyle.
How far would you go for him?
Stay in your lane, Sheriff.
Assist Silas.
The FBI negotiating team isgoing to be here in 41 minutes.
I need this wrappedin a bow in 30.
Your daddy sends his love.
I thought Roy Lambertwas doing 10 years for assault.
- He was.- Who did he attack?
Three guesses.
Doctor Keats? No.
Dad?
Roy sucker-punched him.
Yeah,and your dad got him a decade.
10 years for assaulting someone?
Must have been hell of a punch.
It was.
After we called offthe search for Brigit,
your father,in his infinite wisdom,
told Roy that Brigitwas better off dead.
I woulda punched him too.
You wouldn't've.
Shit.
Are you in position?
Patienceisn't one of your virtues,
is it, Ben?
I spoke with Mrs. Baker.
She doesn't want anythingto do with her daughter.
Adopted daughter, that is.
I've got eyes and ammoon the house.
Unless they don'tget through you...
they ain't comin' through here.
That's my call, don't fire tillI give the green light.
Understood. Sheriff.
Oh, fuck.
Ben.
We've got it under control.
Doesn't look that way to me.
Look Ben,it's been a true pleasure
working with you on this,
but we got it from here.
Why don't you and the kid goset up a perimeter or some shit?
Fuck off, Silas.
Timeline.
15 minutes to breach,10 to wrap out.
Rutledge wants this doneand we're here to handle it.
Thank you for your service,but you're on the bench.
Let's go.
Ben,what the hell's happening here?
Dad sent a militia?
You think you canget inside the house?
How?
Hug the tree line.
Wait. So you want meinside the house
so Silasdoesn't shoot the shit up?
Something like that.
A bloodbath won't do anything.
You understand?
All right.
You ain't gonna do it,
guess it's my timeto be the hero.
It's my time.
Say what?
You want me to do what?
Get up on in here?
Okay. I can do that.
Jesus be with me.
We're doingthe Lord's work here.
Okay.
Brigit told meToby was going off the deep end,
but that guy needs help.
He went downhill after Brigit.
Last year he went toa donnybrook in Alabama,
said he partiedand got a weird bump of coke.
Grace.Didn't you want to be a dancer?
Whatever happened to thatGrace Baker used to...
sell Girl Scout cookiesdoor to door?
She learned to fightand shoot a gun.
Must have been real hardgrowing up in Brigit's shadow.
She was wicked smart.
I helped her writesome of her college application.
I even helped her win thatfull ride scholarship to Yale.
Broke my heartwhen Charles convinced her to...
join the town business.
Brigit was a good kid.
One of the greatest kidsyou could hope for
coming out of a foster home.
She always looked out for you.
Didn't she?
You and Toby?
Your caseworks failed you.
But the three of you?You always had each other.
That's good.
Nice.
I had a foster kid once.Didn't work out.
Of course, that wasback when the state paid you
good moneyto take care of bastards.
Do you hear yourself?
Does that sound likea normal thing to say?
Some of those kids, theirfamily tree looked like circles.
Grace. I want you to know.
Just because your own familyabandoned you doesn't mean
you have to give up on yourself.
All this hate,
all this anger...
Brigit would have wanted youto forget her.
Well, I try.
- What? You try?- Shut up.
You try?
That's not what I meant.
What'd you mean then?Enlighten us.
I've spent 10 years tryingto move on, Roy. 10 years.
And I feel guilty,but I want to forget her. I do.
I try so hard, but my mindjust doesn't let me sleep.
And I keep thinking about whatthese sick fucks did to her!
And I just wanna sleep.
I need to knowwhat happened, Roy.
I'm tired of visitingan empty grave.
I spent 10 years in prison.
I lost my career.I lost everything.
No one cared. Except for you.
You and the memory of her.
That's all that kept me sane.
Okay, well try being free
and not being ableto do anything about it
because I made your stupid assa promise
that I would wait untilyou got out to do shit.
And every soulfrom God to the devil
knows that Grace Bakerkeeps her word.
I swore on Brigit's gravethat I would kill anyone
who had anything to dowith her disappearance.
If I find out that you hadanything to do with it,
God fucking help you,
I kill you myself.
Shit.
You hear that?
Toby, do you hear that?
- Who's inside?- You got Roy,
you got Grace,and the dipshit cousin,
I can't remember his name.
Yeah, Toby Cavendish.What a piece of shit.
Toby Cavendish is nothing butan all-American loser.
I heard he triedto start a gun store and failed.
Who the fuck can't make moneyowning a gun store in Georgia?
Are we justdoing surveillance for now?
'Cause this drone could knockreal loud if it needs to.
You're not doinga fucking drone strike.
You're gonna kill Keats.
Rutledge authorized it,so we're doing it.
Yo,didn't Toby and Grace enlist?
Yeah, I heard that too.
Then they washed out.
- You find anyone?- No.
What is that?
Called a drone, convict.
Or in the language of my people,we call it target practice.
Come on!
Oh, what a strange toy thatis for grown men.
All right,we're gonna take this house.
We don't need robots.You got it?
Charles didn'texactly send his finest minds.
The hell was that?
What? Why are you smiling?
That wasn't a drone,that was a drone-drone.
They must've packed that TNTor some shit,
'cause I only shot itwith my.556.
That means they thinkyou're expendable, John Keats.
Well, that's fascinating.
How about that, Doctor Keats?
Who's more scary now?Us or them?
Last time I saw Brigit,
she was getting into the backof the sheriff's cruiser.
They were taking her away,I swear.
Put it on speaker.
Yeah?
Why does Doctor Keats say that
you knowwhat happened to Brigit?
Me? I hardlyknow my way to the station.
What possible reasonwould I have?
Doctor Keats said he saw herin your police cruiser.
10 years ago?I blacked out drunk.
If you ain'ttrying to hide anything,
why are you sendingdrone-drones, huh?
Trying to turn this into Waco?
No more bloodshed,okay? Please.
I don't knowwhat happened to Brigit.
Grace, you hear me?
Ah.
I don't... I... I investigated itand it's... it's tough.
I put togethera list of suspects.
On the top of the list,Roy Lambert.
Bullshit!
When he assaulted Charles,it gave us a way to lock him up.
- It's bullshit.- Charles insisted
we stop the investigationafter Roy's conviction
to keep the community safe.
And around here, whateverCharles wants, he gets.
- Anything else?- Just....
let Doctor Keats go.
Nobody elseneeds to die today.
Christ.
They fucking set me up.
She was the best girlthat I ever met.
She was too good for me.
But you know there's no wayI could have done this.
She was too good for you.
She was.
She really wants.
Christ.
I know you didn't kill Brig.
- Thanks.- You're too much of a pussy.
Now, I definitely knowthey're hiding something,
so, Toby, get that door down.
What the hell you think
I've been trying to do,little sister?
Trying ain't doing, is it,big brother?
Some things can't be unseen.
If you get through that door,
everything changes.
I told y'all!
I'mma get in that doorright now. You hear me?
Holy shit. Charles Rutledgeactually showed up.
I'll say my plan is working.
Your plan?
Status.
Boys are preppin' now.We've only got to do this once.
How didyour delicate approach go?
It's goin'. Kyle's inside now.
What?
What the fuck did you just say?
There was no stopping him.
- He overpowered me.- Don't get it, do you?
Negotiating with them,
announces to everygoddamn degenerate
that all they have to doto get ahead in this world
is point a gun in a man's face
that works for a living.
No. Those are assholes.
They have a different mindset.
Now you sent my only sonin there to deal with them.
Marisa? Got eyes on Kyle?
Negative. I can't see him.He's not with you?
S'posed to be the babysitter,fucking dumbass.
I'm the sheriff of this county.
Yes, you are.
Don't forget who put you there,who keeps you there.
And who could put youin the ground
faster than a sparrow can shit.
You're a burned out, washed updisgrace to this town,
and it's only by my patience andthe benevolence of the good Lord
that you're still breathing.
My family, they built this town.
They toiled to make her great.My blood is in every tree.
My breath in every gust of wind.
Couldn't make itas a cop in New York or Atlanta
or even as a security guardin a fucking Walmart.
You're a corrupt,godless, divorced,
deadbeat dad whose only children
don't even call youon your birthday.
Yeah, you're the sheriff.What are you doing?
Still thinkingyou're the quarterback?
Well, you're not.
You're a fucking waste of space.
You got me?A fucking waste! Goddammit!
- Are we clear?- Yes.
- Yes, what?- Yes, sir.
Good.
Now you're relieved, Sheriff.
- Thank you for your service.- Stop fucking yelling at me.
Gonna send you the moneyyou need for that boat
you wanted so bad,
then I never wannasee you again.
That's the deal.
Good doing business with you,now fuck off!
Get the fuck outta here, Ben.
Goddamn it, boy!
Ben! That's my property overthere! You're fucking walking!
Where the hellis the sheriff going?
They're making a play.
Are they reallytrying to kill me?
Now we have tokeep you alive. Great.
Me?
They'll have to get in line.
T, if you want to get in there,you gotta do it yesterday.
shit.
I knew it. I'm in.
That's what I'm talking about.
Come on, Jesus.Help me open this door.
Hey Grace, I'm in.
I can't see shit.
Better not be aliens.
All right, I'm going down.
Stay with me now, JC.Be with me.
The feds are23 minutes out, three SUVs.
You're notgoing to believe this.
Turns out that Doctor Keats hereis cooking up more d-rugs
below our feet thanHunter S, Thompson could do
in 1,000 lifetimes.
You, my friends, are looking atthe Georgia Peach Pablo Escobar.
- It's not what it looks like.- Really?
'Cause I saw enough d-rugs
to make 1,000 poundsof fentanyl, crystal, ecstasy.
You name it.
I was right, Grace,this whole time.
Me! I knew this, I was right,
and y'all will neverhear the end of this.
There's four incoming.Grace, get upstairs.
Yeah, well,if you don't keep him alive,
we won't live long enoughto hear the start of it.
They're movingto the side of the house, Grace.
You're the devil.
Are you making a moveon the house?
Little fucking heads upwould have been nice, Ben.
Ben is no longer sheriff.
You get a shot at those SOBs,you take it, you got me?
Oh, Mr. Rutledge.
Okay. Yes, sir.
Oh, I can't wait to seethe faces of those FBI boys
when they discover your stash.
Are you kidding?
I lit those fuckers uplike a Christmas tree.
Come here! Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
C'mere, c'mere, c'mere.
Wait, wait, hold on.
No? Yeah? Right?
Drop it. Drop it!
Shoot this fuck nugget!
Hey, Keats.What's goin' on?
Did they get a call off? Huh?Did they? Who'd you tell?
I didn't tell 'em anything!
No, that's bullshit.I don't believe a word of it.
I found out aboutyour cave of sin, though.
How many people are in on it,huh? The whole town?
Oh, I think I know you.
Aren't you little Callan Martin?
You knowyou couldn't even spell
your own name till freshmanyear!
That's real rich coming fromthe guy who wore a tin foil suit
to his own graduation.
Bet your parentswere real proud,
thinking that you're, what?
The fucking NSA was scratchingthe inside of your skull?
You loony bin.
That's pretty cocky fromthe guy who's got a gun on him.
No, no, the only personwho's gonna be fucking shooting
anybody is gonna be me.
I'm gonna blowyour fucking head off.
And then I'm gonna take my time,
interrogatin' all three of ya.
Don't you fucking move.I heard everything.
Were you lyin'about all that stuff
they were saying aboutthat bunker, Toby?
I wish I was, Kyle.
Get it off me.
I'm the only cop here man,it's time for you to go.
You get that fuckinggun out of my back, boy.
You couldn't hit the broad sideof a barn.
You wouldn't know your assfrom a hole in the ground!
You are waythe fuck over your head,
Callan, you know,I'm warning you.
No,I'm gonna fucking tell you...
Shut up. I mean,you do not have to die here.
Don't be a fucking hero.
Get outta here, man.
Your daddy's outside!
And the only person leavinghere alive is going to be me
and possibly you unlessyou fucking turn around
right when you came out of...
Grace!
Never seen a dead body before.
Roy.
Get the phone.Come on, Roy, on the double.
Callan, status report.
Morning, Daddy. I'm sorry.
You hurt my boy...
and I'll rain an unholy violencedown upon you Sodomites.
Oh, we found your manufactoriumof iniquity, Charles.
You are responsiblefor what happens now.
Tell us everything thatyou know about Brigit,
or Kyle gets real familiarwith the inside of my gun.
You want to save your secretsor your son?
I have to give creditwhere it's due.
Those threeshot your boys to shit.
Just a warm-up.
We don't have time for games.
Get in there. Get my son.Kill the rest.
You got it?
Hey. How longto get everybody to Keats's?
Okay.
Yeah.
Got it. On my way.
That manwas here to kill us, Roy.
You did the right thing.Saved our lives.
What happened to my sister?
She's dead.
That's all that matters.She's dead.
Who did it?
It's not that simple.
This all has something to dowith what you're cooking
down in the dungeon, doesn't it?
It was Brigit's idea.
She had a vision.
Really owe it all to you, Toby.
Bullshit.
She was inspired by you.
She saw you getting highbehind the group home.
All you do is lie, Keats.
And you, Grace.
She saw howunafraid you were of violence.
She wanted to find somethingthat would bring you peace.
But you need to understand.
The future pharmaceuticalsis all for the taking.
Once upon a time,
cartels built their empiresstrictly on marijuana.
And then, they sawthe coastal elites and posers,
their appetite for blow.
Then the Brit Brigade brought E.
Brought it from the ravesto the clubs.
And the cartels...
shifted to heroin.
And oxycontin was beingprescribed wholesale.
So the cartels innovated.
Started to cut that demon drug,fentanyl into every damn thing
and everyone waspitching a hissy fit.
Not to mentionthose gay vegans in Los Angeles
worried about all the additivesin their orange juice,
but they couldn't even pronouncehalf the damn shit
that was in their fucking drugs.
Get to the point, Keats.
She started off working for methat summer stacking shelves.
Within a month,she was running the place.
She would always ask me
mountains of questionsabout...'bout the business.
For a moment,I thought she was...
trying to figure outhow to create a meth lab.
But I knewshe was smarter than that.
You're not just cooking upany old Dilaudid down there.
- You're experimenting.- Innovating!
Brigit was a pioneer.
She told me her idea.
We needed capital tobuild her labs, you know?
Pharmaceutical componentsand shit like that.
And I introduced herto Charles.
I borrowed money for him.Long time ago.
He liked Brigit's idea.
He liked it a lot.
We was already intosome shady shit, but...
But what?
Charles is a diligent man.
He wanted to know how thisnew drug
that would be the ecstasy ofthe 2000s could be transported.
Well, Brigit went out,
did some research.
She started to think that...
traveling musicians...would be the answer,
and they would be the best wayto transport the new drug.
That's where you came in, Roy.
The only reason she wasat that bar that night, Roy,
was to see what she could see.
Then she'd sell you.
She used you.
After you hit Charles,
you were the perfect Patsyfor him.
Anyone who asked about Brigit,
Charles could say that itmust have been her violent ex,
even without evidence.
He had an influenceeverywhere, cops, judges.
It was all too easy for him.
And town drunk Sheriff Ben washappy to look the other way.
We all knew he wasthe worst cop in the country.
Couldn't even seehalf the cops in the county
were on Charles's payroll.
You're lyin'.These are all lies.
My dad's a good man.He can't be doing this.
I have no reason to lie.
Not anymore.
So, you, Brigit, and Charleswere business partners?
And Silas.
There's always a Silas.
Someone to dotheir dirty work.
As I started to make headway,
Charles saw the potential.
He got greedy.
He invited Brigit hereone night.
And she never made it.
Silas pulled her overin the sheriff's cruiser.
I never saw her again.
I don't knowwhat happened after that.
I don't knowwhat happened after...
Meanwhile, Charles told Ben
to stop the investigation.
The town moved on.
Everyone except you threeand me.
Brigit was my apprentice.
My friend.
Answer the phone, Ben.
Fuck!
Let's trade!
We'll give you free passes out.
Just give us Kyle.
We'll stand down.
Give you my word.
I'll corroborate everything.
You just gotta wait forthe FBI boys to get here
and I'll... I'll back everythingyou say, I swear.
Does the sheriff knowabout Brigit?
No, no.
We keep the sheriff and Kylein the dark about everything.
It's good cover for Charlesto have a son as a deputy.
Everybody knowsthat Kyle's a dumbass.
My dad's a man of his word.
You just let me go and he'll...
he'll let you guys free,I... I promise.
You best keep your word, Kyle.
You hear me?
Get outta here. Get!Run to your daddy.
I'm sorry.
I don't know what for, but...
I'm sorry.
Walk to me, son.
You gonna keep your promise?
You gave your wordyou'd let them go.
Come on, now.
Just a little further.
Don't be a pigeon of peace, son.
You're gonna let them go.
- Doctor Keats alive?- He is.
Let them pass.
Let them passor when the FBI arrive,
I'll tell 'em everything.
You don't mean that.
I swear it.
I swear on my life.
On Mom's grave, I swear it.
What are they doing?No, no! Get me outta here.
Fucking kidding me?
Get this done.
Kill them all, burn the lab.FBI is 8 minutes out.
Cut him loose, Roy.
If we can get to the lab,we may be able to hold them off.
Keats got hit!
Toby, he's hit!
Marisa, it's me.
Don't shoot the kids.This is on Charles.
Get my gun!
Stay in your lane, Sheriff.
What, are you trying tobe a hero now?
Hey. Hey!
Stop!
Let's get these fuckersfor Toby.
You're a fuckingwaste of space.
Hold still, motherfucker.
Hey!
Where the fuck d'you thinkyou're going?
Ben. How come shitalways lands on top?
It's over, Charlie.
Do you regret anything?
If anyone is stillbreathing in there, it's over.
Christ.
How much did you know?
It was Keats and Charles.
Keats ran the drugs.
But Silas killed Brigit.
He had your car that night.
I should have done more.
Yeah, you fucking should have.
And now you're bleeding.
It ain't my blood.
You sure about that?
The feds are almost here.So go, you're free.
Marisa.
You were never here.
If anyone asks,I found a drug den.
Fought off the army.
I'm the hero.
Big shiny hero.