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- We'll keep you close. - What about my son?

Well, we have a very special plan for him.

Secretary Allenford, acting command.

- Good luck, lady. - You can't leave me here.

- My apologies. - It's your son.

They've got him at the reprogramming center.

I'll take you there if you get me out of here.

- Miles. - Charlie.

Charlie: Come with me. I want to show you something first.

Miles: I don't want your help, Bass.

You can't do this alone. You need me.

Miles: Those are the Texas Rangers.

Director Edward Truman with the US government.

Well, I'm John Franklin Fry,

Secretary of the Interior of the great nation of Texas.

- He's our best shot. - At what?

Starting a war with the Patriots.

- Bass: They're invading. - I need proof.

You got to come alone.

Bass: All we got to do now is frame the Patriots for this.

Texas is gonna go nuts.

What's up?

It's Fry. He's MIA.

I can't find him anywhere.

Evening.

Well, Cynthia's probably worried sick.

Thank you for a truly horrific evening.

Rachel?

Where the hell have you been?

- Charlie. - Hey, Grandpa.

Man: Fry's tracks led here.

Got something!

Shell's one of theirs.

Came from a Patriot gun.

Son of a bitches.

Hey, over here!

Wound matches, too.

I say we ride for Willoughby,

slaughter every last one of those Patriots.

If this is what I think it is, we got to do this right.

Yah! Come on.

Told you it would work.

You wanted a war.

You got one.

Charlie, please pass the milk.

You bet, Mom.

- Thank you, sweetheart. - Of course.

Enough.

You keep this act up, I'm gonna lose my mind.

What do you mean?

This.

What is with you two?

Fake-grinning your way through whatever's going on.

- Everything's fine, Grandpa. - Like hell!

Your daughter is back.

You should be happy.

Both of you.

Something's up.

Now, you two want to tell me what?

I got to go.

Aw, come on!

- You got to be kidding me. - He was out on patrol.

I just wanted to sit him down for a little chat, okay?

No one saw me.

Are you stupid?

The plan was to lay low,

wait for Texas to start killing Patriots, not you.

By the way, where's Texas?

Just relax, all right? They're on their way.

It worked. Till then, here you go.

What is this?

That's base coordinates, personnel rosters, target cities...

This guy sang like a bird.

- This is pretty good. - Yeah, there you go. Huh?

How about a thank you?

No? All right.

I dug a hole around back. Grab his legs.

That's if you can, stumpy.

You know, I was thinking. I really hate the son of a bitch,

but you know who'd be handy against these guys?

Tom Neville.

All right. This is as far as I go.

Your son is about two hours that way.

The deal was you help me get him,

not point in a vague direction.

The reprogramming center should scare you.

It scares me.

I'm not getting any closer than I have to.

When I lay eyes on him...

...then you're free to go.

Oh, God. I'm leaving.

- Just hold on. - No! This is a field exercise.

Sent out to hunt and kill whoever they find,

- no questions asked. - What are you saying?

The cadets from the center, they did this.

These people look like they were ripped apart by wolves.

That's what the cadets are, at this point.

Patriot special ops. This is their boot camp.

More like Hitler youth on meth.

That, too.

What kind of crazy-ass game are you people running?

They're not my people anymore.

Go!

Come on! Come on!

How's your friend? Is he hanging in there?

Hey, come on in. Make yourself at home.

Does he need anything hot lunch, cold beer?

- What do you want me to do? - Something. Anything.

There is a monster in our backyard,

and you're not doing a damn thing about it.

No.

Actually, you're bringing him lunch.

He got more intel off one of their guys in two hours

than we've been able to get in days.

Am I supposed to be impressed?

That he can torture people?

The Patriots are smart. They're vicious.

They got you on a wanted poster, God knows why.

This is what we need!

We need somebody who's willing to do this.

'Cause if he doesn't do it, I'm gonna have to.

I think you're full of crap.

Haul him up.

On behalf of the United States government

and the sovereign nation of Texas,

Sebastian Monroe, you are under arrest.

What's going on?

That's Texas... and the Patriots together.

Not killing each other.

I... I got nothing.

As Commander in Chief of this fine nation,

I can't tell you how proud I am of today's operation.

I'm especially proud of my friend,

Texas ranger Malcolm Dove.

And working with our new friends

from the new United States government,

he arrested the continent's most wanted man,

Sebastian Monroe.

I thought you handled it.

So did I.

- Carver: Justice... - How the hell did they find him?

...demands an immediate trial for his numerous crimes.

And if found guilty by the power of Texas law,

he won't live to see another sunrise.

Woman: Human Torch.

It's your comic.

What's it about?

Uh... It's about this guy

who can torch things.

Let me guess, you are single.

No, actually. This is research.

Never mind.

Bonnie Webster.

And you're Aaron Pittman.

Before the blackout, I worked at Forbes,

and you were on the cover of our "30 Under 30" issue.

It was back in '09, I think?

- Good times. - Yeah.

So you're with this circus that just rolled in?

Yeah, yeah.

I'm with General Carver's press corps.

- Press? - Mm-hm.

Wait, since when is there press?

In Austin, there is.

Politicians enjoy reading about themselves.

So shouldn't you be out there?

Nah. I wrote the story.

General Carver - Texas hero. He caught his Bin Laden.

That'll keep him comfy, fellated, and in power for years.

I'm a writer, Aaron. The truth isn't my business.

My job is to make heroes and villains.

And today, we are making them in Willoughby.

I count ten, maybe 12 guards out front.

Five or six in back.

It's too many. You sure about this?

Now that Texas is dry-humping the Patriots?

No way we can win without him. We got to get him out.

- No, we're not doing it, Miles. - So you're good with starving then?

Winter's right around the corner.

You're talking about stealing another camp's food.

We scouted ten head of cattle, maybe a couple dozen guns.

You scouted? What, are we an army now, Miles?

Hey, you want to survive? Maybe we have to be, yeah.

You got to stop thinking so hard.

- You're gonna stain your pants. - Look, Bass.

Just drop it, all right?

Go and find yourself a girl.

Hey, you.

Hey.

I know that sigh.

You've had to deal with Miles all clay.

I am begging you, Shelly.

Let's just talk about anything else.

Please.

Sure.

What should we name it?

They won't stop until we're dead. You know that, right?

So you expect me to kill my son?

He's not your son.

- Not anymore. - What makes you so sure?

I've been through this with my own boy.

Years ago, he was in a similar program.

In Cuba.

They've been perfecting this training for years.

So after all of that,

you still stayed with these people?

I had no choice.

My husband is Patriot High Command.

You think he knows

what you're going through right now?

Oh, yes. I do.

Country before family.

Tom, they shattered my baby.

And then they built him back up into their own image.

He's an officer now.

Sure, he wears a convincing mask.

Smiles sometimes, pretending to be human.

But he's not the same.

He'll never be the same.

I am going to get my son out of this.

I don't care what it takes.

Tom, listen to me.

This will only end one of two ways:

either you kill him, or he kills us.

Monroe. On your feet.

They're moving him. To the bank.

Why the bank?

Because it's got a damn vault.

So how are we gonna get him out?

We're not.

Only one way in or out.

They're gonna guard that with every guy they got.

Jailbreak's one thing, Charlie, but bank job?

No. No way.

It doesn't make any sense.

Why would they move him all of a sudden?

Rachel...

Did you do it?

Did I do what?

Oh, you know, tip them off to a jailbreak?

Damn right I did.

Did you narc him out in the first place?

No.

I didn't.

But now that they have him, he's not getting away.

Well, that's it.

I don't know how to save this town

from the Patriots or anybody else.

So when you figure it out, you let me know.

If they had caught you,

they would've put a bullet in your head.

I am not losing another child to that man.

If you really cared about me,

then you would've asked me just once

how I've been this whole time.

For one thing, I almost died.

You know who saved me?

Monroe.

But you don't want to hear that, do you?

That's the thing. You don't listen.

Never have.

Because you're smarter than everybody else.

And you're always right.

Even when you're dead wrong.

Man: And by the power vested in me

by the sovereign nation of Texas,

I hereby sentence you to die by lethal injection,

to be administered at midnight.

Hey.

Tom: Easy, boy.

Drop it.

Now.

Tom: Jason...

Are you okay?

It's okay. Breathe.

You're doing so good, baby. You're doing so good.

I'm never having sex with you again.

We'll discuss that later.

- So? Boy, girl? What do you got? - I don't know. I don't know.

Well, come on. Let's get this show on the road, man.

Okay.

We need water and towels now.

Go! Go! Go!

You.

Yeah?

Come with me.

Isn't Texas adorable?

Lethal injection?

They should just put a bullet in my head, save the drama.

What am I doing here?

Well, these bumpkins gave me one last request, and I...

I asked for you.

And why exactly would you want to see

local nobody Stu Redman?

You really think if these Patriots know who I am,

they don't know who you are?

What do you want, Bass?

Come on, Miles.

Everyone else wants me to go to hell.

Not you.

At the end of the day, that's exactly what this is.

We were friends.

Shake my hand.

Say good- bye.

We had some good times, didn't we?

Yeah. Yeah, we did.

I... I have a kid.

I'm not talking about Shelly and the baby.

I'm...

I'm talking about me and Emma.

I'm sorry.

It was while you and Emma were still...

But it happened.

I've got a son out there.

I've never met him.

So...

...I want you to find him,

and I want you to take care of him.

Don't worry.

Your son is fine.

I'm... I'm sorry?

Yeah, I knew about him.

Emma got word to me.

And I hid him from you.

You what?

You were off the rails, Bass.

You... You knew...

...how I felt.

I had a kid that died.

And you hid the one that lived from me?

Nobody was safe around you, so I...

How could you do that, Miles?

Why?

You son of a bitch! How could you do that?

Get back here! How could you do that to me?

Take care of your uncle, kid.

I'm Dr. Gene Porter.

Danny Matheson's grandfather.

I've been asked to prepare you for execution.

And may I say, it's an honor.

A job well done. Well done.

What's going on?

What does it look like? We're celebrating.

We did what you wanted. We gutted the other camp.

Took the cattle, the guns.

We took everything that wasn't tied down.

Any casualties?

You mean any survivors?

Who asked you to kill anybody?

Who asks for anything, Miles?

Bad things, they just happen.

I'm sorry.

Dad.

Go get some water.

Jason.

Hey...

You recognize me?

Yes, sir.

That's why I'm gonna rip your lungs out.

That's just the drugs talking.

Now we are gonna sit,

and we're gonna wait until you come down a little.

They're gonna come looking for me, and they're gonna find you.

What, you're on their side now?

You're with them now?

Is your mind really that weak?

'Cause what you're doing is so much better.

Revenge on the Patriots?

For my mother?

- For sweet, sweet Julia. - Stop it.

She was just this pure, innocent thing, wasn't she?

You watch your mouth, boy.

You know she was banging Colonel Reed like a bass drum.

Oh, you must have known.

I mean, you're so good at reading people.

on...

Well, I'll tell you,

I think I know what she was doing when that bomb dropped.

I have lost damn near everything

I have in this world.

But you are still my son.

You are all I have left.

So whatever it takes...

...you are gonna come back from this.

Do you hear me?

Hey.

I'm around, okay?

Well, it was nice meeting you, Aaron.

- Circus leaving town? - Mm- hm, afraid so.

- You should go too. - Why's that?

General Carver just signed a treaty

officially recognizing the shiny new US of A.

Carver granted jurisdiction over Willoughby.

Their little own Guantanamo, deep in the heart of Texas.

- Wow. - Yeah. All shiny and perfect

- like a shellacked piece of crap. - What do you mean?

Ranger Dove out there? I know him.

He's smart, but he's not that smart.

There's no way he tracked down Monroe.

Monroe was handed to him.

How did they find him?

I don't know.

Truth ain't my business.

This kind of thing is never gonna happen again.

Are we clear?

Look, Ed...

We stopped the war with Texas. It all worked out.

Barely.

And we wouldn't have had to deal with any of it

if your damn daughter and Miles Matheson

hadn't started kicking hornets' nests

the minute they walked into town.

I kept tabs on every move they made,

reported all of it.

If I hadn't given you Monroe,

Texas would've come back here, guns blazing.

I'm not questioning your loyalty.

I'm saying your daughter and her little boy toy

have become a major pain in my ass.

You lay a finger on either of them, even Miles,

and what do you think Dr. Horn would have to say?

Evening, friend.