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[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[ENGINE SHUTS OFF]
FRANK: People never think about
the cruelty of the Bible,
the violence.
We teach children with
hand puppets and coloring books
some of the bloodiest stories
and then tell them
that it all means
we should love each other.
That's what some
would call a paradox.
What does anyone who's
known that kind of violence
understand about love?
When Samson tied
300 foxes together
and lit them on fire.
Killed a thousand men
with a donkey jawbone.
A thousand.
Pushed a temple over
after his eyes were put out.
'Course Samson
was the lucky one.
In the end, he didn't have to
see the monster he became.
[TRUCK BEEPING]
A man can only see
so much darkness
before he goes blind.
[TRUCK DOOR OPENS]
[TRUCK DOOR CLOSES]
[BUZZER]
[DOOR WHIRRING]
[MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]
[RADIO CHATTER]
[DOOR CLOSES]
SLOAN: [LAUGHS]
Charlie boy!
Who's this?
- Oh, that's Bruce.
- Bruce?
You know, they say food tastes
different on the outside, Bruce.
What you say?
Shit, I don't know.
I try not to eat prison food
on the outside.
Let's get the fuck out of here.
BRAD: Hey, Tara.
TARA: Brad.
What are you...
a produce manager now?
I'm a whatever-needs-to-get-
done-around-here manager.
Fruit ain't gonna stock itself.
Oh, I hear that.
So, did you hear
about Morgan's baby?
We got a call she wanted
to deliver at home.
Kid started coming out,
but it was breeched.
We tried to turn it around.
Yeah, she pushed it through,
though, but the head
got caught up,
squished like an avocado.
Baby's fine now,
but it's got a...
[CLICKING TONGUE] big ol' dent.
Kinda looks like the baby's got
a little ashtray
on its forehead.
- Brad, just...
- Well, what?
You know Morgan.
I thought you'd want to... Oh!
TARA: [LAUGHS]
You sure you don't want
a bigger one of those?
It's for Engels here.
Keeps parking the patrol car
behind Sammy's to catnap.
I told you... I'm not napping.
I'm meditating.
Anyway, I was telling your
daughter about Morgan's kid
and how it looks like she's got
a little baby ashtray
- on her face.
- That's great.
- BRAD: Baby ashtray face.
- Perfect, Brad.
Right?
What?
Listen. Um...
...your mother's cooking dinner
this Thursday.
Be... Be nice to see you there.
Yeah.
Well, he's always
welcome at the house.
You know that.
Yeah, I know.
FRANK: Honey, I just want you
to be happy.
We're fine.
Okay.
Hey.
[SMOOCHES]
Bye, Dad.
So, uh...
how about one for the deputy?
No? Okay.
Bye, Officers.
[ENGINE SHUTS OFF]
- You're home late.
- [DOOR CLOSES]
NICK: Yeah.
Got caught up at Flynn's.
Sal needed a lift again.
Marlene read him the riot act
when you dropped him off?
I did not stick around
to hear that.
TARA: [CHUCKLES]
[CAP CLINKS]
Pork chops were half price,
so I bought extra.
Don't fill up on beer.
What did you say?
- Nick.
- [GRUNTS]
Mm.
Come on.
I got dinner to make.
NICK: Mm.
[SMOOCHES]
The pork chops
are gonna be cold.
Oh, yeah?
[PAN CLATTERS]
I love cold pork chops.
Mm.
TARA: [MOANS SOFTLY]
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[KEYS JINGLING]
[VEHICLE DOOR CLOSES]
You guys are pretty close
with this Nick fella, huh?
Were.
- Ah.
- [LIGHTER CLICKS]
Three of us...
...we were gonna go
down to Mexico.
Buy us an orange grove.
Sit around, drinking tequila.
Fucking seoritas while
the greasers picked them for us.
- You know, Bruce...
- BRUCE: Huh?
...if things work out...
...you might be able
to come with.
Yeah.
That'd be, uh...
That'd be real special.
CHARLIE: [CHUCKLES]
BRUCE:
You know, not that it matters...
I mean, the job's a job...
...but, um...
...what happened?
CHARLIE: Well, you know
what they say about plans.
BRUCE: Yeah.
Shit happens.
[KNOCKING]
Forchet?
[CHUCKLES]
Good to put a face to the voice.
You get it?
About that.
Yeah,
the man you're looking for,
he isn't the easiest fella
to find.
You get my address?
More or less.
I got an address.
But, uh... thing is,
with travel expenses,
2 grand's just not gonna cut it.
We had a deal.
FORCHET:
That was the deal.
I'm gonna need another 2 grand.
SLOAN: Another 2 grand?
Hmm.
FORCHET:
See, a man in prison
pays you to find another man...
...4 grand just feels right.
I think I'm well within
my bounds to renegotiate.
I don't got it.
Well...
you look like a resourceful man.
I'll wait.
That's $2,000.
You take it.
You give me that address.
Well, I'll tell you what.
I'm-a cut you a deal, alright?
Aaaahhh!
[GROANS]
Motherfucker!
We made a deal.
FORCHET: Fuck!
[GROANS]
SLOAN:
Give me the address.
Give me it.
[DRAWER OPENS]
Here.
Let go. Ow.
Aah, aah!
[GROANING]
Shit.
[BREATHES SHARPLY, GROANS]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[GROANING]
BRUCE: Where to?
Head toward 61.
[ENGINE STARTS]
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SAL: Fucking Marlene, man.
What's that?
Tuna.
That's what that is.
- NICK: [CHUCKLES] Yeah?
- Yeah, every damn day, man.
I ask for something different,
what does she give me? Tuna.
It's like
she's fucking with me, man.
Like, Mexican tuna,
Japanese tuna...
American tuna.
I don't know, man.
- JUNIOR: Hey, Sal!
- Yeah?
I got a shift open this weekend.
Are you interested?
No, man. Can't do it. Working
on Jordan's cabin again.
- We got rained out.
- Right, right, yeah.
Building Noah's ark, right?
Mm-hmm.
Enjoy that hunting trip.
Oh, no. No, that's just work.
I swear.
Alright.
Don't be coming next week
begging for a shift
'cause you got rained out.
You understand me?
Yeah, boss.
You can take that shift
if you want, man.
I can work on the cabin myself.
Make it 50/50.
No, man.
Five days a week in this place
is enough for me.
- Besides, I want to go hunting.
- [BOTH CHUCKLE]
SAL:
Hey, man, that reminds me.
- John asked if he could come.
- What'd you tell him?
SAL:
No, I told him to fuck off, man.
There's not enough room
in the truck.
- Seriously?
- Yeah. If we go hunting,
I don't want to deal with him.
Did you tell him about your gun?
- No.
- Why not?
I owe him money, man.
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BRAD: Frank, do you copy?
FRANK: Go ahead, Brad.
BRAD: Hey, I'm taking off.
Garrett's on,
so I'll see you tomorrow.
Copy that.
See you tomorrow.
[VEHICLE DOOR OPENS]
[ENGINE STARTS,
VEHICLE DOOR CLOSES]
[WATER RUNNING]
[RUNNING STOPS]
[SIGHS]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
You make sure
Sal pays you back some
when you get paid for this job.
I will.
What?
You.
Sometimes I think your mind's
a million miles away.
NICK: You sure
you're gonna be alright,
me being gone all weekend?
Yeah, I'll be fine.
I promise.
Marlene might come over later,
maybe watch a movie...
if she gets someone
to watch the kids.
You got, um...
Jordan's number, right?
- If you need to get in touch?
- I've got it taken care of.
I will be fine.
Go. Have fun.
Something for the way up.
Thanks, baby.
You got enough food?
NICK:
Just what's in the cooler.
Well, if you get some time,
bring them back full.
NICK: Alright.
I better go get Sal before
Marlene locks him in the house.
Alright, love you.
NICK: You too.
[SMOOCHES]
[ENGINE STARTS]
[VEHICLE APPROACHING]
[ENGINE SHUTS OFF, HORN HONKS]
MARLENE:
You be back here by Sunday,
- or I won't be.
- SAL: Yep. Yeah, yeah.
MARLENE: Make sure you pay
attention when you're working.
You can't fix chairs
if you're missing a finger.
I know. I'm gonna try not to
poke an eye out either.
Hey, you look at me.
You're gonna be super-cool
to your mom, right?
That's right. You help her out,
whatever she needs.
And you. You're just...
You're perfect.
- Yeah, you're alright.
- Mm.
- Feed her this time.
- [CHUCKLES]
Yeah, I'll make sure to do that.
Okay. Alright, bye!
Love you!
See you Sunday!
MARLENE: Make sure he stays
out of trouble, Nick.
- Will do.
- MARLENE: Bye.
Oh, let's get the fuck
out of here.
[CHUCKLES] I don't know
how you guys do it, man.
SAL: Hard liquor.
- [CHUCKLES]
- [ENGINE STARTS]
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYS]
JORDAN: Unh-unh.
- We don't serve your kind here.
- NICK: Oh, yeah? What's that?
- Smart, handsome men?
- JORDAN: [LAUGHS]
You got the "men" part right.
- NICK: How's it going, buddy?
- How's my cabin coming?
I don't know. I guess we'll
see it when we get up there.
How's it hanging, Sal?
South.
As always, man. Just don't
get up like it used to.
Yeah, I hear you.
What are you ladies drinking?
Oh, anything cold.
JORDAN: On the house.
Hear, hear.
Appreciate it.
How Tara doing?
Yeah, she's...
she's doing alright.
Keeping busy.
- How you doing?
- I'm alright.
You still got
a phone back there?
JORDAN:
Yeah, come on back.
Tell Tara I said "hello."
NICK: Will do.
[DIALING]
[RINGING]
[ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS]
Uh, hey, babe.
It's me. We just, uh...
just got to Jordan's.
We're about to head out
to the cabin in a little bit.
Not sure where you are.
I...
- Nick.
- NICK: Tara?
Hey, sorry.
I was in the shower.
I heard the machine cut on.
NICK: It's alright.
Yeah, we just made it out here
a little bit ago.
Just sitting at Jordan's
having a couple.
TARA: Oh.
Having a couple.
[SIGHS]
You be careful in the dark.
Especially on those roads.
I will.
You eat dinner yet?
Yeah.
Finished the quiche.
NICK: Oh, um...
Jordan says "hi."
That's sweet.
You tell him I said "hi" back.
- NICK: Yeah, I will.
- [TIMER BUZZES]
What was that?
Oh, I'm making a pie.
Okay.
In case Marlene comes by.
- [KNOCK ON DOOR]
- Speak of the devil.
I gotta go.
Alright.
- I love you.
- Yeah, I love you, too.
- [KNOCK ON DOOR]
- I'm coming!
Hold on a goddamn moment,
Marlene.
Hey, man, she left you yet?
NICK: [CHUCKLES]
You tell her I said "hello"?
NICK: Yep.
She said "hi" back.
You tell her I said "hi"?
Hell no.
JORDAN: [LAUGHS]
[GUNSHOT]
[GUN RELOADS]
[LAUGHS]
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[EXHALES SLOWLY]
[GUNSHOT]
- What?
- [SCOFFS LIGHTLY]
Hey, man, you'd think I wouldn't
have to ask. You'd just tell me.
This shit, man?
That's a big motherfucker, man.
Looks like it hurt.
- [SIGHS]
- Big-ass scar.
Fell down.
[LAUGHING]
Fuck you, man.
Yeah.
Hey, I'm serious, though, man.
I was just hanging out with
the wrong guys for a while.
We were sort of like a...
I don't know what you call it.
Didn't add up to anything good,
that's for sure.
The fuck kind of answer
is that, man?
My dad and Jordan
went back quite a ways,
and he's the one
that introduced me to Junior.
I figured it was better to,
you know...
start new somewhere
where I knew a couple people.
Then I met Tara.
That was it.
That sealed the deal.
You married right
with that one, man.
I mean, at least
your father-in-law
can get you out of tickets.
Mine just kicks me in the teeth.
Yeah, well, we got something
in common on that one.
- Want one?
- Yeah.
I got one, too, you know?
NICK: What's that?
Check that out.
See that right there?
Oh, shit.
Where'd you pick that up?
- Marlene.
- Marlene?
Actually,
that was her ex-husband.
I mean, technically, it was
her husband at the time.
Wait.
So you broke up a marriage?
SAL: No, no, no.
Wait a minute.
Wasn't like that, man.
She had one foot
out of the door already.
When she came
in the upholstery store,
asked to have her recliner done,
she was just radiating
that energy she has, man.
I was done, man. Took one look
at her. That was it.
Of course,
now that I think about it,
getting her pregnant
before she was divorced
probably sped some things up
a little bit, but...
He didn't take too kindly
to that, and he came in
and hit me in the head
with a tire iron one day.
Yeah, yeah.
I was out for 20 minutes.
Woke up.
About 15 stitches and...
- NICK: No shit.
- I don't really remember much,
but it's kinda fucked up,
if you ask me.
[CHUCKLES]
Marlene and I got married
a few weeks later.
[SIGHS]
And she's been around
ever since.
What happened to the husband?
SAL: He went inside
for about four months.
Got married in prison, actually.
So I don't feel too bad.
Hey, man.
Here's to finding the one
that'll fuck you rotten
and then cook you
breakfast afterwards.
She fucks you rotten, huh?
No, not really, man,
but one out of two ain't bad.
[LAUGHS] Yeah.
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[LOCK ENGAGES]
[VEHICLE DOOR CLOSES]
[ENGINE SHUTS OFF]
[VEHICLE DOOR OPENS]
Afternoon.
How's it coming?
We're gonna need another weekend
at it, but it's coming along.
- What you got there?
- Popped a couple doves.
I thought you might
want to smoke some.
[LAUGHING] Oh, man.
Speaking to my soul now.
Hey, can I use your phone again?
JORDAN: Yeah, of course.
Come on.
[DIALING]
[LINE RINGING]
[RINGING]
[RINGING CONTINUES]
[DIALING]
[LINE RINGING]
- [RINGING]
- GIRL: I want marshmallows!
MARLENE:
No more marshmallows for you.
- It's too much sugar.
- GIRL: Just one?
No, ma'am.
You are not...
[ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS]
MARLENE: Hi.
You've reached the Porters.
We're not home right now.
So if you could
please leave a message,
we'll get back to you
as soon as possible. Okay?
SAL: Hey, Nick.
Come on, man. Damn.
Marlene's gonna whup my ass
if I'm late.
Come on, man.
Let's go.
Yeah.
Yeah, let's hit the road.
SAL: Yeah.
I just called your place.
Nobody answered.
No?
Nobody?
Well, she usually gives them
a bath right about now.
Who knows?
Maybe she's drowning them.
Might have finally cracked.
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[VEHICLE APPROACHING]
Alright, man.
Tomorrow morning.
NICK: Yup.
[DOOR OPENS]
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[ENGINE SHUTS OFF]
[CREAKING]
- Aah!
- Whoa, whoa!
- BRUCE: [GROANS] Damn it!
- Put it down, Nick.
- BRUCE: Fuck!
- Put it down.
He shot me!
- Fuck.
- He did.
[GROANING]
Put it down.
Put it down.
Nick.
BRUCE: Fuck!
Aah!
She drew on us first, Nick.
It's the truth.
Just take a load off, son.
[BRUCE GROANING]
[BREATHING SHAKILY]
That's for breaking my heart.
And Charlie's.
Ah, but that's in the past now.
It's...
It is so good to see you, Nick.
I got a question for you,
though.
You got any ice cream?
Hmm?
I mean, initially,
when we came in,
the little lady,
the missus was making a pie,
and we got it
back in the fridge.
I mean,
doesn't that sound normal?
[LAUGHS]
Pie and ice cream?
- Yep.
- SLOAN: [CHUCKLES]
You wouldn't happen to have
any butter pecan, would you?
Nick?
Go see if he's got
any ice cream.
Seriously?
I'm fucking bleeding out here.
I gotta get this looked at.
[SIGHS]
What'd you think
you were gonna do?
You were gonna put on a mask
and make believe
you were normal?
Hmm?
It wasn't gonna catch up to you?
- NICK: [GASPS LIGHTLY]
- You killed her
the minute you put that ring
on her little finger.
[SIGHS]
It's kind of ironic,
isn't it, Charlie?
That's what I'd call it, yeah.
Nicholas...
...we're the only family
you got.
We're the only ones
who will ever understand you
for what you are.
We were a fucking family.
And you tried to kill us.
BRUCE:
It's actually pretty funny.
They actually have butter pecan.
Hey, hey, Bruce...
shut up.
[CHUCKLES]
When we first showed up, man,
we were here for, what,
two days?
We were here, talking.
Talking about...
about the weather
and all kinds of shit
with the little lady, with Tara.
Tara is her name, right?
Was her name.
Man, you should've seen her.
She wouldn't shut the fuck up,
man.
She was asking us
all kinds of questions.
Real inquisitive.
And then she told us
about the money.
Imagine that. She told us
that you said that you, uh...
you inherited the money.
Who the fuck is leaving you
any money?
Who does that to their wife?
Who lies to their wife
like that?
What kind of man does that,
Nick?
Did you use our money
to buy this place, Nick?
Because that's what she told us.
Shit.
SLOAN: Doesn't matter.
Doesn't matter anymore.
You should've
just fucking come to us.
[SCREAMS]
[GUNSHOT]
Hey!
God damn it, Bruce!
Fucking lunged at him!
He lunged at you.
SLOAN: Nick.
Oh, fuck.
[SIGHS]
Nick.
- Nick, Nick, Nick, Nick.
- [GROANS]
Now, boy...
...I guess this is
what you'd call closure.
NICK: [SOBBING]
[COUGHING]
Nick, I'm sorry.
- [COCKS GUN]
- [SIGHS]
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
[SNIFFLES, SIGHS]
[GRUNTS]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
- [GROANS]
- [ENGINE STARTS]
[CLATTERING]
[GRUNTING]
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Bastard.
[COUGHING]
[BREATHES SHARPLY]
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
[CRASH,
HORN HONKS SUSTAINEDLY]
[HONKING CONTINUES]
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[BREATHES SHARPLY]
[COUGHING]
WOMAN ON P.A.:
Dr. Hobbs, call Cancer Research.
Dr. Hobbs, call Cancel Research.
[METAL CLANGING]
[GROANING]
FRANK: Don't struggle.
NICK: [SIGHS] Hm.
How long have I been here?
I always knew
you were trouble, Nick.
I shouldn't have left.
FRANK: I told you to stay away
from my daughter.
But you didn't.
Told her not to marry you,
but she did.
Said I didn't know you
like she did.
But I knew exactly
what you were, didn't I?
[BREATHES DEEPLY]
FRANK:
Now I'm sitting here...
...wondering...
...why I shouldn't take my gun
and just...
Who do you think did this?
Don't push me, Nick.
- [METAL CLANGING]
- [GRUNTS]
You gotta let me go.
You think I would do
something like this?
I know you were hunting
with Sal.
The coroner told me that...
...that she'd been dead
for two days.
I know you didn't
pull the trigger.
But you know who did.
Don't you?
Yeah.
And I'll handle it
if you let me go.
FRANK: Well, that's not the way
we do things around here, son.
[STRAINING]
[SIGHS]
Where you going?
I can't be here right now.
But you let me know
the second he wakes up.
- Sure. Why would...
- Brad.
I'll be back in a few.
But for now, you just watch him
like a fucking hawk.
[SIGHS]
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[SIGHS]
[ENGINE SHUTS OFF]
[LOCK DISENGAGES]
NICK: [COUGHING]
Well, look at that.
- He's awake.
- [GROANS]
How's your chest?
Hurts, don't it?
[SOFTLY] Would you mind?
What?
Drink.
Thirsty.
[SCOFFS]
[SIGHS]
- [COUGHING]
- BRAD: Oh, okay.
Oh, alright.
[COUGHING CONTINUES]
Ugh!
- Hey, you okay?
- [COUGHING]
- BRAD: Hey, you alright?
- [GAGGING]
BRAD: Nick? Nick?
- [GROANS]
- BRAD: Hey.
[GROANS]
[STRAINING]
[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
ON P.A.]
[GRUNTS]
[STRAINING]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS]
[TOILET FLUSHES]
WOMAN ON P.A.:
Dr. Wesley to Imaging.
Dr. Wesley to Imaging.
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[ENGINE STARTS]
[WATER RUNNING]
MARLENE: Hey.
How you doing?
I'm gonna go for a smoke.
Sal.
SAL: I'm okay.
Promise.
[DOOR CLOSES]
- [VEHICLE DOOR CLOSES]
- Jesus fucking Christ, man.
Nick?
Oh, what the fuck?
Nick.
What the fuck
happened to you, man?
Where you been?
They had me at the hospital.
In the hospital?
No, man.
I went there, and...
cop says you weren't there, man.
You alright?
Yeah.
SAL: Oh, shit, man.
I'm so sorry.
I heard about Tara.
What'd you hear?
People be trying to say
that you killed her, man,
but I know that's bullshit, man.
Hey, look at me.
I know that's bullshit.
You know who did it?
Yeah, I know.
I need your help.
Alright.
I need you
to help me hide this car,
- and I need to borrow your van.
- Yeah, yeah.
Anything you need, man.
- But I'm gonna go with you.
- No.
I can't let you do that, Sal.
I can't let you get involved
with this.
I'm already involved here.
You're asking me to hide
a police car in my yard.
- No, no.
- SAL: Hey.
Look at you, man.
I'm not letting you
do this alone.
You wanna stop talking about it
and go do this thing?
I don't like this, Sal.
I don't like this one bit.
Just remember what to say
if they come asking.
I don't think
you should do this.
He'd do the same thing
for us, okay?
I'm really sorry, Nick.
- Leave the light on for us.
- MARLENE: Okay.
Don't get yourself
in trouble, Sal.
- SAL: [SMOOCHES]
- [VEHICLE DOOR OPENS]
[VEHICLE DOORS CLOSE]
[ENGINE STARTS]
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[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
ON P.A.]
- FRANK: God damn it.
- I'm sorry, Frank.
God damn it!
You get back over to his house.
You arrest anybody that comes
within 50 yards of that place.
And you radio me right away
if you do.
- You got that?
- Yes, sir.
NICK: Keep it running.
[BREATHES DEEPLY]
What's up, man?
- Nothing?
- Nothing.
You wanna try that place off 90?
NICK: Yeah.
Yeah?
[ENGINE IDLING]
CLERK: Hold on a minute.
May I help you?
I'm looking for someone.
- Someone?
- NICK: Three men.
They would have stayed here
over the weekend.
Driving a green Cadillac.
They would've paid in cash.
Stayed in room 102.
Who'd you say you were?
Brad Engels.
Sheriff's department.
Alright, let me check real fast.
[PAGES RUSTLING]
Ford. Walter Ford.
That's the name he gave me.
They still here?
CLERK:
They were here a few nights.
They came and went a few times.
They left this afternoon.
You rent out that room yet?
No.
Let me in that room.
SAL: Yeah?
Yeah.
[ENGINE STARTS]
[ENGINE SHUTS OFF]
[KEYS JINGLE]
[LOCK DISENGAGES]
[LIGHT CLICKS]
What are we looking for, man?
I don't know.
Yeah, I think they're long gone.
[ENGINE IDLING]
[SIGHS]
WOMAN:
All units, we have shots fired
at the Hiway Host Motel.
This is Parson.
WOMAN: Received a 911 call
from the Hiway Host Motel.
Call did drop,
but the line is still live.
10-4. On my way.
[SIREN WAILING,
VEHICLE APPROACHING]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS]
Jesus Christ.
[DIALING]
[LINE RINGING]
BRUCE: Hello?
Charlie?
Hey, man, you better get back
to the pit stop.
Sloan's ready to go.
- [GUNSHOT]
- [GROANS]
[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]
[WAILING CONTINUES,
VEHICLE APPROACHING]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS]
CAROL: Good morning, sir.
Morning, Carol.
Morning.
Benny called around 7:00.
FRANK:
Any sign of the van?
Lab said they wouldn't be able
to pull the prints
for a couple weeks
off the Caddy.
What about the boys
in Colton County?
Nothing.
Nothing.
How's the nose?
It's... It's fine.
How you doing?
I'm doing.
BRAD: Coffee's been on
for about an hour.
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
- Sheriff's department.
- JORDAN: Hey, Brad.
It's Jordan Murray.
Listen, I just wanted to call
because...
I think I know
where Nick Brenner is.
He was working on my cabin.
Frank, you got a call
on line one.
I think you might
wanna pick this up.
This is Frank.
JORDAN:
Frank, Jordan Murray here.
I was just telling Brad
that I think I might know
where Nick Brenner is.
I'm on my way.
[ENGINE STARTS]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS]
Who was he?
Just a man.
Well, you gonna tell me
what happened here, Nick?
I deserve that much at least.
[LOCK DISENGAGES]
[LIGHT CLICKS]
What are we looking for, man?
I don't know.
Yeah, I think they're long gone.
Fuck, man.
[DOOR CLOSES]
- I mean, I...
- [GUNSHOTS]
Oh!
Oh, fuck! Aah!
Sal?
God! [GROANS]
[GUNSHOT]
[GUNSHOT]
[GUNSHOT]
Forget about this.
CLERK: Hey!
- What's going on?
- Get back!
- [GUNSHOT]
- Aah!
Fuck.
[GUNSHOT]
[GUNSHOT]
[GUNSHOTS]
[GUNFIRE]
CHARLIE: [GASPING]
Oh! Oh!
You!
Look what you did!
- Look what you did!
- Look at me.
[SPITS]
You were supposed to die
in that house.
- I didn't.
- [COUGHING]
I can see that.
Where is he?
We could've been a family again.
Like before.
[CLEARS THROAT]
[SPITTING]
Okay.
He's at the station.
What station?
Truck stop.
It's just down the road.
Come on, Nick!
[GUNSHOT]
NICK: Sal?
Hey.
Hey, buddy.
Hey. Sal.
Look at me.
Come on, man.
Come on.
Oh, shit.
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
Oh.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
I'm sorry.
[VEHICLE DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
[ENGINE STARTS]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS]
[GUN COCKS]
BRUCE: Hello?
Charlie?
Hey, man, you better get back
to the pit stop.
Sloan's ready to go.
- [GUNSHOT]
- [GROANS]
[GUN COCKS]
[GUNSHOT]
[GUNSHOTS]
[GUNSHOTS]
[SIREN WAILING]
[ENGINE STARTS]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[VEHICLE DOOR CLOSES,
ENGINE REVS]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS]
[COUGHING]
[VEHICLE APPROACHING]
[VEHICLE DOOR OPENS]
Hey, Nick!
Nick!
Oh. Nick!
Hey, man.
Just talk to me
for a second, son.
Don't disappoint me, boy.
[CHUCKLES]
You got me.
Talk to me.
You owe me that.
Just talk to me.
NICK:
I told her when we got married
that she would not have
to worry.
Told her I'd be there for her.
Promised.
She was the only real thing
I had in this life.
[GUN SLIDING]
Still gonna have
to take you in, Nick.
No.
I ain't going to prison.
FRANK: I don't blame you
for what you done.
I don't.
But justice isn't yours
to serve.
This ain't the wild, Nick.
You should've
let the law handle it.
The law wouldn't do what I did.
Law's the only thing keeps us
from being savages.
Like I said,
I can't go to prison,
so you do whatever you gotta do.
FRANK: I tell people I served
this town for 30 years.
That my blood is in this dirt.
And in all that time,
I only ever did one bad thing.
If you wanna call it that.
Maybe that's entitlement.
Maybe not.
Whatever it is, though...
...it's a choice
I can live with.
Imagine if they let Samson go
instead of shackling him
to the temple.
May have been a different
outcome altogether.
Imagine that.
[DOWN-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]