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Previously on Outsiders:

- What's that? - The end of your career.

We're going on this run. We'll only take what's owed us...

- water and flour. - What are you doing here?

They dropped poison from above onto our fields.

- Yeah, go ahead. WOMAN: Armed robbery in progress.

- It's your people, isn't it? - Put your hands up, Farrells.

Was counting the money from the fight last night and something ain't right.

Butch is out, and I'm handling Hasil's stuff from now on.

Saw him today, man who killed Breece.

You're under arrest for the murder of Breece Dobbs.

Could've shot him dead right there.

- But you didn't. - Drop your gun, Wade!

I'm walking away now, sheriff.

Those samples, they'll only prove you wrong.

When those results come back...

- you're gonna be going to jail. - I tried.

Yeah?

Elon?

Elon!

It's dead. Looks like we're walking.

- You all right? - Yeah.

We should get moving.

♪ The dawn is up There's fire on the mountain ♪

♪ They'll have to answer for Their crooked claim ♪

♪ The hollows, they'll surround them ♪

♪ And they'll go runnin' Back to the wretched realm they came ♪

♪ Nor will the dogs of hell refrain ♪

♪ And the land will suffer Those who came ♪♪

The ligature marks on the neck are consistent with the bathrobe...

that was removed from the scene.

Petechiae on the forehead and under the eyelids, congestion.

Her arms and legs are scratched up too...

but that occurred prior to the time of death.

It's... It's pretty straightforward.

She just hung herself in her hotel bathroom?

Yeah, it looks that way.

I haven't finished my full exam, but so far I see nothing...

to suggest anything other than suicide.

I don't get it.

I saw her two days before and she told me she never felt better.

Yeah, well, I guess...

"never better" means something different to everybody...

doesn't it?

- Find anything? - Hell of a suicide note.

That's it? OFFICER: Yeah.

You find any of those little Mason jars? The type people drink shine from?

No, nothing like that.

Got her phone.

- It's got a lock on it? - Yeah.

Just go.

Haylie Grimes' death was a shock to all of us.

She was as tough and dedicated as they come.

The situation in Blackburg was stressful, I'm sure...

but I understand that she was also dealing with family issues...

Haylie was a friend, so, please, cut the bullshit.

Mr. Myers, I think I speak for both Don and the lieutenant governor...

when I say there are some very real concerns...

about how things have unfolded in Blackburg on your watch.

We got ourselves a goddamn train wreck down there, huh, Matt?

You know I love you, I know you, I respect you, but...

gee whiz, I've lost track of the number of ways that you've dicked this thing up.

A 2-million-dollar fence that couldn't keep a rabbit out...

thank God we dumped that.

Got a bunch of citizens scared out of their minds...

by some hillbillies, running around doing whatever they damn well please.

Including breaking each other out of prison, shooting an off-duty cop.

We're also concerned about the recent Internet security issues.

Yeah, don't even get me started on that Internet crap.

Holy Mary, Mother of God. I mean, all these folks around here...

already think that we're all in bed together...

they don't need to hear the springs squeaking.

May I speak?

I take full responsibility for the situation in Blackburg.

And I would like to tender my resignation, effective immediately.

- What? - You are now free...

to send your guard units up Shay Mountain...

and arrest and imprison every Farrell man, woman and child...

because they've made it clear they're not going without a fight.

Come on, Matt. You know as well as I do how that will go over...

in the governor's office with an election year coming around the corner.

Yes, I do.

Nobody wants the state of Kentucky up on that mountain.

Half the county supports the Farrells.

They think they're the last free people in America.

- I think it's time to request federal support. - Oh, come on, Matt, damn it.

You know that Washington does not have a dog in this fight.

Not yet.

But if I am somehow allowed to continue in my failure...

there is a plan in place that would force Washington's hand.

- Which is what, exactly? - Wait.

Son, you don't want to ask questions you might not want the answer to.

So...

you have a plan?

I do.

Eric Steven Thompson, not Gordon Jerrod, correct?

No? How about Timothy Aldrich?

Wanted for bombing the offices of Heartland Energy...

Parmelee, South Dakota, May 1, 2015?

Killed some poor schmuck, working overtime, chasing a promotion.

If I'm being charged with something, can you at least tell me what it is?

Yeah, that's not exactly our line of work.

But by all means, keep playing dumb.

Because the people who will charge you for murder...

among other things, they're only a phone call away.

Or not.

All depends on your willingness to play ball.

Parmelee was a mistake. That building was supposed to be empty.

See? That wasn't so hard.

First step in coming to Jesus is to admit that you done wrong.

It's clean.

What do you want from me?

Making friends seems to be a talent of yours.

And right now that's very valuable to me...

and to you, as it turns out.

So, Gordo, what do you say?

Wanna make some new friends?

Hi.

Beautiful day, isn't it?

Well, well, well.

Lookie here.

You are a lost little lamb indeed, ain't you?

No, he's more wolf than lamb, if you ask me.

Seems he came up the Morningside Trails.

Oh.

You're intruding on Farrell land, our land.

Now, you're not from these parts, so we'll spare the mistake. Once.

Oh, I'm not here by mistake.

My name is Gordon Jerrod.

And like you, I'm no friend of big coal.

- I've been fighting them for years. - What's your purpose here?

To warn you.

You made yourself heard.

People know what One Planet is doing up here.

They're poisoning your food, your water, and people are angry.

Oh, well, then good.

Yeah, it would be good, but then you shot a cop.

That ain't true. We didn't shoot no one, especially not no cop.

Besides, we... We was shot at first.

Well, look, it's all the reason they needed.

A National Guard regiment arrived yesterday.

And One Planet is coming up here to end this once and for all.

You know that granite wall just south of here?

- The Drop. GORDON: They're blowing that to hell.

A load of dynamite arrived yesterday.

The coal company is keeping it stored at a construction site...

just outside of town.

They're gonna carve a path for their troops, their machines...

whatever they want.

How soon?

Soon.

"Soon," he says. What's that mean?

Two weeks? Two days?

If they blow up The Drop, what's to stop them?

Nothing. That's what.

- He's right. - I say we fight.

I was born on this mountain, and I'll die on this mountain.

We can't take on no army. We got old and young among us.

We've only got supplies to carry us through the winter...

not to take on a fight that we can't win.

All right, but if he's telling the truth, they got dynamite.

Maybe just go steal it. That'd buy us some time.

Go see if this lostie is telling the truth.

But don't take your eyes off him, you understand?

I understand.

Here.

See right there? That green and red pod right there?

Inside there, 280 sticks, 190 gram cylinders...

Dyno Nobel, all top grade.

I have the code to unlock it.

We gotta take out the security cameras, figure out what to do...

about the guards and the dogs. We gotta do it soon.

Saturday night, no workers, only two guards.

- We ain't gotta worry about them dogs. - Them guards ain't no concern either.

Yeah, don't be so sure.

They brought in their own guys, professional security contractors.

These aren't rent-a-cops.

Seems like you know all there is to know.

Well, I stole every secret they have.

Well, maybe you got a secret or two of your own.

Maybe at the end of this, the law will be waiting for us...

and that's your plan. That sound about right?

Look, if you don't trust me, that's fine. That's your choice.

There's dynamite in there, and they'll use it.

All right, listen to me, lowlander.

I'll die before I go back into one of their jail cells...

and I'll take you with me. You understand that?

Yeah.

Hasil, just come back.

Get back here.

All this new law in town.

Just ain't no end to it.

I just can't figure it.

I mean, going on a run for flour and for water.

We do without plenty up on that mountain...

but the Farrells, they ain't ever lacked for food.

What do you think happened?

I don't know.

One thing's for sure.

We brought hellfire down on ourselves this time.

Well, then I guess we just gotta stay in bed for a few days.

Hey.

What happens when we run out of money?

I mean, with all this law around, how am I supposed to fight, smarty-pants?

That's for me to worry about.

I'm your manager now, remember?

- What's this? - An address.

One of the early draws canceled.

You wanted your man in the major leagues, there you go.

Bigger crowds, bigger money.

- Tennessee? - Is that a problem?

No. Hasil sure can't fight around here anymore.

Shit, darling, nobody can.

There's a goddamn uniform on every corner.

That ought to be a good one, though. Like I said, big leagues.

Look, these ain't no farm boys or barroom brawlers.

Your man best bring his A game, or you best bring a shovel.

Did she seem angry?

More than usual? Depressed, anything like that?

Often we find that the people might be making some sort...

of final arrangements, or even saying goodbye...

but it might not have seemed like much at the time.

No. Nothing.

No? All right, well, it might be an idea if I could have a look at her e-mails...

- for the last couple of weeks. - May I ask why?

Uh... Yeah, I'm just checking off the boxes.

Has there been a crime committed?

Because we would require a warrant for anything on a company server.

Yeah, okay.

I suppose it'd be the same thing for a cell phone?

If it was one the company paid for, yes.

And again, unless there is reasonable suspicion...

of wrongdoing, not sure why that would be necessary.

Okay, well... Oh, I almost forgot.

I need to ask you about those jars that she had.

- Jars? - You remember...

she came in the office, she had those two old Mason jars with her?

I mean, we... We talked about it at the time.

Uh, honestly, sheriff, I... I don't recall her having any jars.

I'm... I'm sorry.

Huh.

Pepper.

There he is.

- Hey, Donnie. - How's it going, sheriff?

- Yeah, okay. - Come on back.

I say you're in luck.

If this was an eight dot five, we'd be in deep shit...

but it's a dot four, so we are cooking with gas.

The first thing that you'll do is ask Siri, "What time is it?"

- All right. - That's gonna open up your time zones.

Then you're gonna create an entirely new time zone.

- Donnie... - Any one'll do.

Then you'll share that and that will open up your contacts.

Donnie.

Hell, I'll do it for you.

Take it easy, fellas.

- Well? - Pack your things.

Head back down the way you came.

Yeah, I thought she'd cut you off at the knees. Guess I was right.

You don't get what's at stake, do you?

Oh, no, what we get...

we get a whole lot of noise coming from you.

Most of it lies, you ask me.

So take your cute little campsite...

- and get out of here. - You want to know the truth?

Yeah. GORDON: Fine.

It's not just the coal company that's after me. I'm wanted in town.

They're trying to pin some murder on me right now, but it's not true.

Go on.

- Keep talking. - Yeah, maybe...

maybe loosen that snake tongue of yours up if I cut a fork in it.

So, what do you think about that?

If I had told you the truth, you'd never believe me about the dynamite.

Just listen to me.

- Yeah. - Okay?

- Uh-huh. - I want to show you something.

Please.

See that?

It's what they want to do to your mountain.

All right?

And this is the equipment they're gonna use to do it.

Now, bringing this up here, it ain't gonna be cheap.

It's gonna cost them dearly.

But I say let's make it cost more.

Let's not just steal the dynamite. Let's use it on that.

For a murderer...

you know a lot about who they are and what they're doing.

Don't you?

The coal company is threatening to take me to the FBI unless...

I come up here and I get information about your people.

But I'm not gonna do that because I want to take them down...

- just as bad as you do. - So that was your plan the whole time.

Get us to help you and then leave us to suffer for it.

I need your help, yeah. But it's them that's gonna suffer.

Hmm.

Look.

- You don't have to like me. - Oh, we don't.

But we gotta work on this together because we both want the same thing.

And what's that?

To save this mountain.

I don't like it.

They could be biding time down there, waiting for him to lead us right to them.

Maybe, but it don't change anything.

What are them new machines for and all that law?

No. They're coming, and they're coming hard.

Everything we have done has come back on us tenfold.

Now you trust an outsider to lead us down a path...

- that's gonna bring an army here. - What else we gonna do?

Just wait for them to come on up here and blast us all to hell?

That ain't no plan. That's suicide. No, I'm with him.

We steal that dynamite.

I'm not gonna order you as Bren'in.

Okay? I'm gonna ask you.

Don't lead us down this path.

It will destroy us.

You lost?

I wanted to offer up my apologies.

What I done was wrong.

It ain't right to cheat no one...

especially a friend.

So, anyways, there it is.

That's my sorry.

Fine. You said it.

It ain't just that. I don't have many friends...

and I'm gonna make this right with y'all.

There's got to be something I can do. Please.

Give us your car.

To have?

No.

Just to borrow tomorrow night.

Yeah, I heard you're fighting at the Mill?

- That's right. - Yeah.

You know, I know I screwed up on the manager thing.

I just want to know if you still need a corner man.

Yeah. You know anybody?

Oh, my man.

What am I looking at?

These flakes here are polychlorinated dibenzo p-dioxin.

- PDPD for short. - Yeah, listen.

It's been a while since my last chemistry lesson, so what's that mean?

Basically, it's an enhanced version of Agent Orange.

What are you talking about? You mean like in Vietnam?

Yeah, except this stuff's modified to absorb through the root system...

in addition to its defoliant properties, and it'll stay active in soil for a decade.

- Are you serious? - Yeah.

It's nasty stuff. Where'd you get it?

It's an open investigation. I need you to send me...

these original samples soon as you're done with them, okay?

And get me the lab results.

This dynamite...

I know you think it foolish...

but it has to be done.

And I come to ask your blessing on it.

What for?

You're gonna steal it anyway, ain't that right?

If there is a path to glory paved with fury and strife...

- you're bound to walk it, ain't you? - No.

You're wrong.

Ain't none of this to glory myself.

This is for the future of this clan.

It's for you and me and all that's come to us.

Then you're wasting your time.

- There ain't nothing left between us. - What do you mean, "nothing"?

That child, it may not be my seed...

but it is still my blood.

After all I've done for you, you owe me that respect.

All you done is what suited you since the day you came back up here.

All right, now.

You listen to me.

I am your husband.

And I have fought for you.

I have honored you. I have defended you.

I'd have died for you, and I would again.

I know you would've, Foster...

but only because it's easier than living for me.

What we have, it wasn't born out of love.

It was born out of fear, mine and yours...

- and it was never meant for this world. - G'Winveer...

- I release you from our union. - No.

- No, no, no! You can't. - Three times spoken.

You can't. You can't just release me.

- It's not our way. - Three times spoken.

- Three times to tear our bond asunder. - No.

All right, all right. What have you done? What've you done?

Nothing but hide behind that Oak, blind to all the danger.

All right? And you are weak! You hear me?

You are nothing without me standing behind you!

No! No! No!

- No. - It's done.

No.

It's done.

Cause of death is asphyxiation by strangulation.

- Manner of death, suicide. - Mm-hm.

What's this? What's this up here?

Subdural hematoma just above the occipital ridge.

It's a bump on the back of the head.

Some swelling, a small laceration, half inch.

How long did that happen before she died?

A few minutes before the time of death. That's my estimate.

A few minutes? How'd she manage that?

She hung herself in the shower, Wade. It's a tight space.

She would've convulsed.

Muscle activity can last as long as eight minutes, sometimes more.

It's consistent with the manner of death.

Come on.

Come on, 25, 26.

Come on, man, 27, push it.

Look, check it out.

That's the guy.

Now, you see that little... Whoa-oh! - -move he does there?

- Yeah. - That's, like, his signature move.

So, what you think?

Well, I think if I was you, I...

I'd bet on the other fella.

Take it.

There's houndsbane in it.

- Won't kill them, will it? - No.

It'll just knock them out.

All right. Let's go.

Okay, there they are.

Now, when those cameras go down, they're gonna come running.

Sure you still got the eyes for this, old man?

Mm.

You just watch me.

Looks like the lights are out. - Both of them.

- Maybe they shorted. - Yeah. You wait here. I'll check it out.

Hey, hey!

- Looking for us? - Stop right there.

Nice.

Garcia, Kowalski, come in.

You guys copy?

Put that by the door.

Wire.

Blasting caps.

Take this.

Heh. Good old-fashioned pyro fuse.

You inside! Come out right now.

Hands over your head.

Move.

Hands where I can see them now!

All right!

All right, don't shoot!

I'm coming out!

All right, I'm coming out. Don't shoot!

Okay, okay. Okay, look, you gotta help me, please.

- On your knees, right there. - Okay, okay, okay.

Okay, look.

I was camping, and they kidnapped me.

There's one of them still inside.

Stay right there. You don't move. - Okay.

Be careful. He's got a gun.

Y'all take care of those two guards?

Yeah, of course we did.

What the hell happened? You said there was only two.

Guess I was wrong.

But I fixed it.

Trust me now?

Ladies and gentlemen...

we are proud to present to you tonight...

our challenger.

He's the hillbilly hero.

Hasil Farrell!

Hasil, baby.

And his opponent...

all the way from the streets of Accra, Ghana...

Francois "The Hyena" Achebe!

Are you ready? Are you ready?

Let's do this!

Come on, watch your left, block, block, block.

Come on, get in there and fight! Let's go!

- Go on, get up! - Come on, Hasil!

Go on, choke him out!

Stop, stop, stop! Come on!

Get up! Illegal strike! Illegal shot to the back of the head.

Get back to your corner. Back to your corner.

Subtract one point!

One point deduction! Stay back.

Stay back in your corner. Stay back.

You can't hit to the back of the head. Stay there.

Are you okay to continue?

Are you ready? Are you ready? Come on, let's do this!

Come on, Hasil.

Hold still. Hold still. You're all right. Hold still.

That's $11,280.

Count it, if you guys got the time.

- I lost, Butch. BUTCH: Yeah, I know you lost.

But I did what you said.

I bet on the other guy.

All right, party people.

I'm out. I'll see y'all tomorrow.

- Thank you. - Yes, sir.

Baby, we can get a car.

We can get a new apartment. We can get a TV, we...

We can do whatever we want.

That's good.

Hey.

What's wrong?

In the cage...

when I was laying there...

the whole world was spinning around me and...

that's when I saw my kin.

They were all looking at me.

Just standing there, looking at me...

like they needed me.

Go to them.

No.

No, I can't do that. I can't just leave you.

It's not safe. I don't...

I don't know what's going on up there.

Hasil.

That's why you gotta go.

I'll be right here waiting for you when you get back.

I'm gonna get ready for bed.

See you soon.

I love you. You know that, right?

I love you too, Hasil Farrell.

All right.

Are we clear on the setup? Blasting caps go in the sticks.

Wire connects the caps to the detonator box.

- Yeah, we got it. - All right, then.

- I'm gonna head back down. - Still don't like it.

Him running off, leaving us with the bag.

Should I have killed those guards?

Would that have earned your trust?

I told you...

I'd die to save this mountain.

Question is...

would you? BIG FOSTER: Hey.

Murderer.

Take a good look around.

Our people been dying for this mountain...

before you were a twinkle in your daddy's eye.

Don't you ever forget that.

Let's go.

You helped steal it...

seriously wounding three security contractors...

one of whom you hospitalized.

I did what I had to. I gained the Farrells' trust.

- Do you know where they're storing it? - No, but I know it's up there.

You think this is acceptable?

You were supposed to bring us information.

Perhaps you forgot how easy it'd be to feed you to the wolves of the FBI.

What does handing me to the FBI do for you...

besides getting me hauled off?

The way I see it, you have one option:

Convince the Feds to take 100 percent responsibility of this.

Catching the Farrells stealing some dynamite...

it's gonna get you nowhere.

Catching the Farrells in a terrorist act...

attempting to blow up the offices of One Planet?

Now, that's a guarantee.

And you can deliver that?

I can.

And I will.

Man.

You just put a knife right in the Farrells' backs, didn't you?

How does a bleeding heart like you live with that?

Because I don't give a shit about the Farrells. That's why. Or any of us.

Humanity is an evolutionary mistake.

We are a toxic virus that has been killing this planet for years.

The only thing I care about is this Earth.

This beautiful, perfect Earth.

That's all.

Well, when that mountain's getting blown into pea gravel...

and hauled away in trucks...

I'll remember you said that.

- Foster, not now, okay? It's done. - This won't take long.

I come to tell you, before you hear it from others...

that I went against your word.

We took from our enemy what they would've used against us.

I didn't have to hear it from anyone. I know what you did.

I did what had to be done.

I offer no sorrys for it.

When I come back up this mountain, I had one mind:

To gain your trust...

and earn your love.

I failed.

And I know that now.

But I learned something since then.

I learned the true reason that I was brought back up here.

Because you ain't equal to that Oak.

Not in these times.

And I am no longer bound by your orders.

You are no Bren'in to me.

You'll be the death of this ancient clan, Foster Farrell VI...

and destroyer of this sacred mountain.

I love you, G'Winveer...

and I always will.

Know that.

But this ain't about love anymore.

We are at war.

And it is a war that I intend to win.

Translated by: Will Motomura