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I'm going to do it.

Hey!

It's a pretty big dog.

Want to race?

You want to lose?

Yeah!

I think she likes me.

Hurry up. Come on. I want to get done.

You go.

I will go. I want to talk to her. I will go. I want to talk to her.

Why are you pressing my phone?

Hi, Mae.

Morning, Bobby.

Catching any bad guys today?

Nothing ever happens around here, but I'm ready.

I'm in hell, Ford. Yeah, I know.

Yeah, me too.

Where's Soda?

No, he's got no change. Old guy can't cash a hundred.

Hey!

You crazy old bugger!

This is America!

No, he can't cash a hundred.

What's the matter with him? We have laws about that.

All right.

Is there ATM around here?

No ATM.

You crazy old bugger!

He's just kidding.

What do you want me to do? I could shoot the old guy.

Shut up.

I could call the cops.

Shut up.

How's the phone?

Getting a good signal?

Shut up.

You took the key again, didn't you? I told you, don't leave the damn key in

ignition. Give me it. Don't leave.

I can feel the car. Stop doing that.

Listen, you know that girl on the horse? I don't think she really is. Seriously.

You're beginning to frighten me.

Gentlemen, in and out.

No mistakes.

No witnesses.

See, it's fake.

That's five to ten.

Nice mirror.

That's a stallion.

Like me.

Fremont, pal.

Stay away from her. Come on.

You wish. You wish you looked like that.

Hey.

I'm sorry to jump out.

Prick.

Hey, you know, I was just thinking to myself, boy, that's a nice horse.

Is she fast?

Let me guess.

San Diego?

No.

She's a stallion.

Oh, she's a he.

Yeah, you know, next time, just look for a large hanging penis.

It's a pretty good indicator.

Of what?

Are you from L .A.? Well, next time, just look for the large hanging penis.

a good indicator.

On what?

I've got to go.

Oh, my God.

Here we go.

Trouble.

Trouble, huh?

Mm -hmm.

Are you making it or avoiding it?

Well, that depends on how old you are.

Maybe you're going to rob the bank.

Maybe I'm going to rob the cradle.

How about you?

You got anything?

No?

Take it home.

You got me smoking again.

Oh, no, this is, uh, J .P., and J .P. does not like to be kept waiting. That's

right. There's two of them. He's got a partner.

Okay, I can do this. I can do this.

J .P., this guy says he's trouble.

Should I be worried?

Is that what he said?

Mm -hmm. You should be.

How old are you?

Old enough to avoid trouble.

Just breathe!

You'll open it.

I can't. There's a time lock.

Kyle?

You're making a blue sweater. Will you get up for me, please?

Don't.

Please don't.

Oh, my God.

Okay.

I'll open it.

you're taking mine.

Don't do what I said, you bitch.

That's me.

Must be my mother.

I'm sorry.

I'll shut it off, okay?

You ever get a little claustrophobic in here, Frank?

Get him, J .P.

I think he's wearing a vest.

Here. Cop killers.

Let's go.

Go.

Shit.

Why are your men shooting?

Well, it's the criminal protection program.

No witnesses.

I'm a witness, huh?

Load him up. Hey!

I'm a federal agent.

Get up.

Let's go. Come on.

Come on, right through here. Hurry up. It's okay. Go. Everybody out.

Where's the rest of them?

I'm not a witness.

I promise, really, I'm not.

I'm not, I promise, I'm not a witness.

Not anymore, Frank.

What happened, sir?

Sounds like a double at the bank.

Peace out.

JP JP

Drop

your weapons

We're DEA.

Stand down.

I thought you fellas said low profile.

Undercover? Yeah, well, we lied.

Chief Brantley?

Brantley.

Hey, Sheriff.

I think we ought to take a look at the surveillance camera. One of them got

away.

Get changed for a hundred.

Poor guys.

It came out of nowhere.

And the shit, it just hit the fan.

Yeah, listen, we'll do everything we can to help these guys out.

Yeah, I'm Supervisor Todd.

The local boys have been great. Yes.

FBI's taking over the case.

We're going to start looking at the surveillance tape from the bank. Here's

phone.

I sent the photos of the two dead guys off to your supervisor, Mr. Todd.

Hopefully your boys can put names to faces.

Sheriff? Here's the photos you asked about.

The guest artist will be here in ten.

Get a composite on the one that got away.

See if we can match him up, too.

You guys don't look like locals.

They look like professionals to me.

What's that name again? You know the name that'll connect everything

Tycor. It's John Arthur Tycor.

We need a photo.

All right. Hey, Chief, we need pictures.

Sheriff, do you have a photo of this Tycor?

I'll see what I can do.

My town, my mess.

Johnny Tycor should be my problem.

You think it's Tycor that hit the bank?

He only sent you two, huh?

That's it.

Your boys aren't going to be enough.

Why's that?

John Tycor's ready for war and he's got an army.

Well, we can get one of those.

How fast?

Fast enough.

How big?

Pretty big.

Can I have this hat?

I want to fit in around here. Yeah. You think you can fit that hat? I don't

know. What do you think?

I like it.

The commander's on his way to Mr. Tycor's residence.

Understood.

I'm leaving now.

Good kill.

Aren't they all?

Check back in 15.

Out.

Have you increased the output?

I've increased the output 28%. We're at maximum capacity. We can only output 500

gallons a minute.

That's not enough.

Mr. Tycor, I'm on my way.

What went wrong at the bank?

I don't know, sir. You don't? No.

No. I don't know what happened at the bank.

Yes, sir. Yes, I'll find out. The commander?

Yes, the commander's on his way.

He just passed checkpoint one.

Hi, Rosie.

Oh, this here's Special Agent J .P. I'm Jack Ford. This is Special Agent J .P.

Very nice to meet you. Are you the two from the bank? Yeah.

I cannot thank you enough for being there.

How are you holding up, honey?

Well, I'm okay, you know.

Just a little bit too damn close for me.

Where's May?

She went for a walk. I thought it would be good.

Are you okay, Princess?

No.

I gave my statement to Ray, and I just keep seeing... I keep seeing Bobby in my

head.

I don't understand why they had to kill him, Grump.

I don't understand.

Bobby was the security guard at the bank.

He was a good kid.

He tried to help.

Yeah, we grew up together.

I'm sorry we couldn't help him.

Where can I get everybody?

I'll do that.

No, no, you're not going to work today.

No. No,

I want to work today.

I want to. It'll make me feel better.

Right?

Grandpa, coffee, donuts?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Chief Bramley.

Rosie, she's your daughter?

Yeah.

Yep, and Mae is my beautiful... Granddaughter.

Very good.

Thank God you guys were there.

Yeah, no kidding.

Those men were all ex -special forces.

I want to know what the fuck happened.

Two men.

Not locals.

Seemingly well -trained.

They caught us by surprise.

Who are they?

I was going to ask you the same question, sir.

You're a smart man.

If I could play it fake, what sort of lie?

Someone else joined that party.

And I don't know who.

Since you forced Rufus out, I know he's been taking business away from me. Rufus

doesn't exist.

Maybe it was Buford.

I mean, Buford is the only one who could...

I

wouldn't jeopardize the mission.

I'm sure it was Tycor who set up the bank, I think.

He's a ruthless little shit.

So you're saying that the bank manager is laundering Tycor's money, is that it?

Why?

Why would he steal back his own money?

Maybe he got a better deal. Maybe he just got paranoid.

I think maybe he's just greedy.

Hey, do you guys want anything like some dessert? We have, uh... Apple pie.

Do we look that cliche?

We have peach cobbler.

Uh, no, I think I'll pass that. Thanks.

Grandpa? Apple pie for me, honey. Okay.

Okay.

She's busting your balls.

Are you hitting on my granddaughter, Agent Thorne?

No, I just, you know... I wanted...

How old is your granddaughter, Chief?

You know, I just... Chief, how old is your granddaughter?

Chief, how old?

What is it?

We have to talk about Buford.

Yeah, sir.

I'm sorry, Rosie. I can't talk right now.

I said we have to talk.

I'm sorry, Rosie. I can't talk right now.

I'm swamped here at the office.

Yeah, put them up at the hotel.

That means 34 and 36.

Thanks, Bowman.

Good work, huh?

Look on the bright side, Commander.

No more haircut.

It

is

now ranked number one among the nation's...

Port?

Hey, you got the donuts?

Yeah. Shall we lock the door?

I'm waiting for you.

Okay.

That's enough for me.

Here's what we got on Tycor.

Absolutely nothing.

I don't even think that's his real name.

Ah, shit.

I need a photograph of this guy.

We can run it through the DMV.

Really? Hey, listen, you think Tycho really has an army? Yep.

Think he's going to kill us?

Yep. Oh, calling for backup?

Yep.

Good. You get any signal?

No.

Sir, the information is that the two men in the bank were from the agency.

I still want Buford.

You know what, JP? I can't find shit.

On any of my databases.

Well, what the hell do you expect?

He's got all his money tied up in multiple corporations. We're not going

You got anything?

Expecting anybody?

No.

It's open. Come in.

Whoa.

Hey, Chief.

You boys interested in busting a bad guy?

We need all the help we can get.

Right, anti -government, anti -social, anti -civilization, anything I miss.

Yeah, anti -cop.

Well, we're going to shut him down.

Look, fellas, I'm no superhero, and I got no qualms about getting help from

other law enforcement agencies.

Good. However... We're here.

It's a small town.

I'm used to doing things a certain way, and I appreciate it if you fellas didn't

rock the boat too much.

You know?

I know these people.

Things can escalate quickly out here.

Well, that's why we're going to shut it down.

You understand that? Absolutely.

But let's do it my way, all right?

Okay, we can try that.

By the way, Ford.

Yeah?

My granddaughter's 21.

And my daughter's 36.

Hank, Jim, Tom, pull your cars around back and wait for my signal.

Let me do the talking, huh?

Sure, you got it.

Who's the cop?

Fucker.

Get out of here. You're fucking worthless.

I didn't do anything!

No one move!

Do not return fire!

Jeez. Think he knows we're here?

That's a dumb question.

Fuck me what, Will? Get the fuck out of here!

I gotta shut you down, Tom.

Manufacturing and sale of drugs is illegal.

Nothing there, huh?

Look at yourself fucking do that!

It's all over, Tom.

Come out peacefully.

It's okay, it's okay, I'm okay.

Bowman!

Bowman, talk to me, son.

How bad is he?

Let's go get Tycor.

It's of the world and it's in me.

I'll feel like a cancerous mouse.

Confused by the death of my child.

I'll miss me as it comes to death.

Feel alone, boy, just like...

I'm trying to get you on your little floor.

I'm trying to get you on your little floor. I'm trying to get you on your

floor.

To the dark

red.

How are you holding up?

I recommend a beer and a hot shower.

You had a really rough

day, didn't you?

Yeah.

Honey?

Do you want to talk about it?

Um...

I just... I don't understand.

God could have done this.

All those people are dead.

I miss Bobby.

I miss Bobby.

God didn't do that.

Man did that.

Maybe what God did do is... Maybe he put J .P. and Ford in that paint to help

everyone else.

Think about that.

It's a nice thought.

Sweetheart, they would have killed everybody.

JP and Ford killed people, too.

Doesn't that make them just as bad?

You know, sometimes you have to do things that you don't believe in in

fight for the things that you do believe in.

Like what?

Like killing somebody.

Killing that bank robber.

If it was a difference between your life and his.

Oh, I couldn't do that.

Well, I sure hope you never have to.

I wonder if we'll see them again.

Well, I think we made a good impression.

Mr. Tycor, Sheriff Banley has passed checkpoint two.

I've got sentries scattered all over the property. Don't do anything stupid.

I wouldn't want to lose you, my friend.

Where's John?

Mr. Tycor's business is none of yours.

I'm sick and tired of all these threats, and I'm sick and tired of all you

people. I've got a chopper heading you from the west. You've got company. Why

you want private property?

Thomas Buford knew that we were coming for him. How the hell did he know that?

Who's your friend? I got you covered, partner, but don't piss him off.

I'm just, uh, a little interested in buying with Mr. Ty Corsell.

What would that be?

What would that be?

This is a water treatment plant.

Yes, sir. Put him on.

It's for you.

Water.

Seems you clean a lot of water.

I do.

I add the chemicals.

Cleans out the shit.

Makes the water pure.

Water. What is it exactly that you want, Agent Ford?

Not be special, Agent. What exactly is it that you sell, Mr.

Tycor?

Water.

Give me that.

John, what the hell happened to Buford?

Get off the phone.

How the hell did he know that we were coming for him? Who told him that? I

get off the phone.

What do you know about the bank, Johnny?

Listen to me, old man.

I want you off my property.

Right now.

And do not...

Come back!

Let's see how you shoot, Agent Ford.

I don't like guns.

I'll remember that.

It was nice meeting you.

See you again.

You know what the hell you're dealing with here.

All that cow shit wasn't enough to mask the smell.

We need to manufacture an awful lot of meth up there.

He's got his army protecting him. We need surveillance. We need to know where

the chemical suppliers are.

Most of them need to know who the hell this guy is.

I got the shot.

Yeah, JP.

Let's hit the databases.

Yeah.

Well, listen,

there's something I need to tell you guys about Tycor and me.

Right now, I'm a little hungry.

I'll buy you dinner.

That's tough.

I can imagine.

You've had three pieces.

Oh, my God. I think you ate a whole apple tree.

He's afraid he's going to overeat his welcome.

Very good.

It's very good pie.

Thank you. You didn't have to eat the whole thing. I wouldn't have been

offended.

So listen, this Tycor, he really made all this money with stocks and bonds.

Dad, did you take him to see John?

Yes. How could you do that?

You want them to kill him?

Rosie, honey, I want them to save him. He wants me to kill him.

Dad, that's... No, you guys... Please, sit. It sounds like a private

conversation. Hey, no, no, no.

Please, I'm asking you.

Did you tell them? Do they know?

No. Well, tell them, Dad.

So last count, Johnny was worth about $200 million.

He made the money, honestly, at first, and he invested in the Internet.

He's got all that money, then why does he want to blow it? I don't get it.

John's always been a little bit different.

The doctor said he was bipolar or manic, whatever.

He was the one that was driving when we got in a car accident and hit the tree.

He never forgiven himself.

So he's buried his guilt in power and drugs and money.

He never stopped blaming me. Exactly.

For what, well?

Arresting. He was way over the limit.

High as a kite when they crash.

Jesus.

He wanted me to bury the truth. He killed my wife.

His brother put Rosie in the hospital for six months.

He walked away without a scratch.

Jesus. You wonder if God has a sense of humor, huh?

Are you... Are you telling us that John Tycor is your son?

John Bramley is my son.

He changed his name.

You'd have discovered the truth when the DMV report came back.

He changed a lot after the accident.

He's still my brother.

Bottom line is, he wants to die, and he's going to push all of you until one

you helps him.

Rosie! Rosie!

Rosie!

How can I

kill my own son?

I would want you to do that.

So my brother John was five years old.

I happen to think that deep down inside of him, that little boy still exists.

Mr. Tycourt, he's here.

Death has arrived.

Obviously.

I walk alone on Silent Street With my mind, my soul

complete On these lonesome avenues

Without you, girl, I'll sing the blues Yeah,

I'll sing the blues

You sure?

That's what you want me to do?

That's what he wants.

I don't need one man.

Bless the souls that are my children.

And forgive us all our transgressions.

Most especially my Johnny, who's lost in the darkness.

He can no longer see you.

Please help him find the light of your love.

And remember that his spirit is good and pure and true.

Faith is my prayer.

My salvation is love.

Amen.

I hate fucking cops.

You're amazing.

I'm exhausted.

You know, now you have to marry me.

Yeah.

Those are rules of a small town affair.

Affair? God, that sounds so cheap.

Yeah, I'm sorry you're right. Maybe you could pay me if it would make you feel

better.

Why'd you decide to become a cop?

You know that if someone does something wrong, they should be held responsible.

Cause and effect.

Crime and punishment?

Yeah.

You wanted to be a knight.

A saver.

Like today in the bank. You were our hero.

You were my hero.

Not Bob.

What the hell? Hey.

Hey,

you know, you can stick around.

I gotta go.

Maybe I should cuff you.

I might like that.

You would like it, believe me.

So, what happened to Mr.

Rosie?

He's long gone.

Just another sad, sorry, misbegotten woe.

Another low -down, dirty, stinking, jerk animal.

Exactly.

Yeah, okay.

So how long have you and Fort been partners?

Six years.

I would have thought longer. You guys act like brothers, like you've known

other your whole life.

You saved my life once.

How?

I used to drink a lot.

An awful lot.

Much more than I needed to. You know, Ford helped me.

Remember that?

Yeah.

I got up one morning and I was very hungover and sick and wandering and

stumbling around like an idiot. And I called him up and asked me that.

I asked him to get me a bottle because I, you know, I couldn't leave the house.

And he came over and dragged me to a funeral.

His funeral?

A little baby girl.

Killed by a drunk driver.

The drunk driver was her own father.

He was just driving her home from a party, a birthday party.

Imagine that.

Yeah.

Well, we got to the graveyard and he was standing over there at a police escort.

And, uh, he was crying, shaking his head back and forth and looking down

at that, uh, tiny little coffin.

And, uh, his family was there, too, but...

They were standing over the other side, didn't even want to be with him.

Couldn't forgive him?

Well, you know, I don't think he meant to do it, but it was something that

happened and he had to live with for the rest of his life.

He wasn't a bad person.

He just made a silly mistake.

He was loaded.

He wasn't thinking about his choices, the consequences of his actions.

Thought about that for a long time.

I've always loved Ford for doing that for me.

Because I never had another drink since that day.

Funny, huh?

I like you, Mr. Policeman.

Do you?

Oh, Mom.

You know, she's 21.

It doesn't matter to me. Why are you so paranoid? Because, you know, because of

you. It's okay.

Yeah, we didn't... No. Oh, God. No.

Okay.

You know,

JP, I was thinking, you know, that if you married Rosie and I married May,

you'd be my dad.

Hey, May, do me a favor.

Don't marry that guy.

No thanks, asshole.

I've got one.

You're dead.

I am sure.

I

think

we'll be okay, considering the door's about five feet away.

No, I think we can walk you in. I'm exhausted, but...

Why is the door open?

Rosie? No, my dad lives here with us. Okay, okay. Come over here.

Come here.

Hey, look.

Go back to the police station.

What? Stay there until you hear from us.

JP! JP!

John!

John!

John, don't.

I think it's time you know.

No, Johnny, no!

No! I think it's time you know the truth.

They're all dead for it.

I want to get him.

I want to shoot his fucking head off.

So let's go, J .P. Let's go and get this fucking guy.

No, Ford.

What are you doing, huh?

We wait for backup.

I'm going to sit here and we're going to wait.

We wait? You want to wait?

We wait for backup.

Oh, we get backup.

Oh, he's got Rosie and he's got fucking May and you want to wait for backup. We

don't fucking wait. We go. We go now and we shoot that fuck.

Don't walk out the door, I'm telling you. Stop!

You fuck!

I told you to stop.

Come on.

Go ahead.

No.

Go on.

Outnumbered. Full of rage.

You're gonna be dead.

You won't even get close to him.

You'll be dead before you hit his front door.

You got choices, pal.

You taught me that a long time ago.

Do the right thing.

You know what the truth is.

I got a choice right now.

I swear to God, I'll shoot you myself before I let you go alone.

Stop thinking about what you're doing.

wait for backup.

We free the girls.

And then we kill the bad guy.

Or we die trying.

How do you like the first plan?

You almost shot me, you fuck.

I shot the wall. You almost fucking shot me. I shot the wall. Quit crying.

It sucks.

I'm a fucking tycoon.

That's calling the troops.

This is Tycho's property. That's the chalet.

Boy's well protected. This prick knows what he's doing.

There's an awful lot of activity.

25 paramilitary types inside the compound.

There's a fucking... A lot of sentries all over here. They're located... Just

scattered around.

Hard to get in there.

Basically, it's a clusterfuck, Stark.

There's sentries stationed all around here. What about the hostages?

Mr. Tycor, the perimeter has been breached.

Yes, sir.

We'll hold the ladder.

Please.

Will you touch it?

Please help us.

Please help us. She can't hear you, Mom.

Is it true?

Is it true what he said? Answer me. Is it true what he told me?

Is he my father?

Is he?

Is he?

His property encompasses 70 ,000 acres.

12 miles from here to the house and 15 miles to the meth lab.

Yes, sir. What's the plan?

All right, we're going to full focus on the main gate. We'll get you to go

around back.

All right.

Sarah, one more thing.

What's that? We got somebody on the inside.

Who is it?

An agent? No, an informant.

Somebody that wants immunity.

How'd he contact you?

Email. Who is it?

You two won't believe it!

We've got company.

This is a warrant.

John Arthur Bramley, a .k .a. John Tycor, is to be permitted

to access this property.

Sit.

Lower your weapons!

Let me go. Come on. I saw the beast.

I saw the beast.

Don't do this.

Don't touch him, John.

The kings of the earth was cast out with his angel

and thrown into a river of fire.

Death and hell.

Please.

Lies can rot the heart like worms in food.

In the end, the heart will die.

To save the heart from rotting, you have to devour

the heart.

Do you know what this is?

What is it? What is it?

Your father.

Get the car sick.

I'm all right.

Better.

Check out that shed.

Be careful.

Thank you.

Answer me.

Are you okay?

Shoot that fuck.

What do you need? Talk to me.

I need more backup, sir.

Is that everything I got? Yes, sir. Everything you got will be fine. Roger

Negative. Do it my way. Set up fields of fire.

Listen.

Just listen.

Where are you?

All around you.

What's the situation?

You shot up the police station, and now you got to pay.

Full retreat.

Meet you at the rendezvous point. Go.

Come on. I'll break it. I'll break it.

Shit.

I can thank you to Tycor.

I can thank you to Tycor.

Move!

Sir,

the meth lab's been secured.

I took a lot of casualties.

Did you have a rendezvous point?

Yes, sir. There was a rendezvous point.

We took out Tycor's troop both there and here.

Get him out. It's okay, honey. It's okay.

thank you

Hands above your head now.

Yeah.

the skeletons walking into destruction standing in the shadow of the beast

and the mother pig whore who opens her womb

and pours out pits and blood and her daughter

Worship the beast and I drink the blood of the serpent

And I will

walk with the death angels

Into hell

Everything will be okay.

I promise.

I promise.

Watch your head.

Police officer, he's a... What happened here?

Do you understand?

Want me to read this?

I am the informant.

Tucker's kept me hostage for two years. I hate him.

But... But... But... But...

I promise.

I promise.

You came back.

Watch my ribs.

You came back.

Promise is a promise.

Well, a promise is a promise.

So, are you hungry?

What do you recommend?

Get you anything?

I don't know. What do you recommend?

The apple pie is pretty good.

Really? Uh -huh.

I got to warn you, though.

If you try it, you're hooked.

Apple pie is pretty good.

But I have to give you a little warning.

He ate the apple pie.

He's never going to be able to live without it.

Really?

Really. Yeah.

I'll get me some right away.

Daughter.