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- Where are we gonna pick them up? - A warlord named Duncan Page.

They don't take orders from you. They take orders from her.

Take the guys and go get your Patriots.

The Willoughby reeducation center is up and running, sir.

That boot camp is one of the most important ones we've got.

Monroe and Matheson are at large around the very same camp.

- Face down. Now. - What's going on?

They're from the boot camp, spying on us.

What's the point of saving this town if we have to murder its children to do it?

Now they're the town's kids. Next week they're Patriots.

Looks like trouble in paradise.

Doyle's sending men out by the dozen searching for Monroe.

They don't know where he is. I do.

Give me a squad of your best men and let's get Monroe ourselves.

- Kim? - I'm just bringing her home.

Some kind of number tattooed here. 50207.

What the hell are they...

Easy, easy, easy, easy. No, no, no, no, no!

Move, move, move!

Hey, it's okay. Let me help you.

Miles!

Please.

Monroe: You didn't shoot the kid, and now he's leading them right to us.

- Miles: Thank you, Captain Obvious. - What's going on?

The bad news is the Patriots found our last safe house.

It's a matter of time before they find us. But there's good news. Right, Miles?

He let the kid go, so we can die with a clean conscience.

Miles: Yeah, I'm really sorry.

Sorry I made it harder for you and your kid to get your discount empire back.

Oh, you didn't think we knew. We do.

For the last three days, all we've done is run and hide.

- We gotta hit the boot camp. - Miles: We don't have enough guys.

- They tripled security. - Because you let the kid go!

And he told them everything.

- Dad. Dad, where are you going? - Into Willoughby.

- Why? - I can't listen to another second

of these two bickering like sorority girls. I'm gonna get us help from town.

Help we can trust.

After all the times I saved your puckered ass.

Grandpa, it's too dangerous.

And we need men, not a bunch of hicks.

Miles, you said yourself we need more people.

Well, these are my people. They are good people.

They'll fight, trust me.

What makes you think we can trust them?

Aren't they a little drunk on the Patriot Kool-Aid?

We talk to them. Show them what's happening to their kids.

- They'll do the right thing. - Yeah? Really?

When you were working for creepy Uncle Sam, you knew the truth.

Did you do the right thing?

No.

But I'm trying to now.

I'll go with you.

- No. No. - Yeah, me too.

No. Both of you are staying here. I'll take him in.

If he's gonna walk into Berlin, he needs a military escort.

That's great, Miles. That's awesome.

First, we lose AARP here, and now we lose you.

You got a better idea, Bass, aside from standing here bitching?

Cos I'd love to hear it.

No? Okay.

That's Doug Friedman and Steve Hein.

Nice armbands. We just crashed a Nazi dance party.

This should be easy.

You know what I admire about you? Your mask.

It's genial and a bit bland. You would've made a great game show host.

People either trust you, or they outright dismiss you.

Ifs a good mask, but I see beneath it.

- And what do you see? - Squirming, conniving ambition.

I mean that as a compliment. But what I don't get, here's a man

who's willing to poison a whole town with some filthy plague

to advance his position an inch, but unwilling to poison a single man

to advance his position a mile.

It's the chief of staff.

One, not my first rodeo. Two, Doyle is not the man

who should be running this show. You are.

The brass ring is right there. All you have to do is grab it.

You boys look at me like that, you better be ready to buy me dinner.

- Doyle wants to see you. - Sorry, I'm busy right now.

Maybe another time.

Closing a little early aren't you, Marion?

Well, if it isn't Stu Redman. Or is it Miles Matheson?

What are you doing here, Gene?

- We just want to talk. - Really?

Is that why you're both armed to the teeth?

No one's gonna hurt you, Marion.

Put it down, Miles.

- How about no? - Miles. Put it down.

What do you want?

- Look, the people in town... They trust you. - Yeah, they used to trust you, too.

- Used to. - I need you to listen to me.

- Talk to the others... - And crap.

Let me go!

What are you gonna do, kill me? Huh? Blow up my bar?

- Marion. - The things you've done.

To your own people. How could you?

- What they're telling you, ifs a lie. - I've seen the proof.

- Proof? - Yeah.

Truman spoke to everyone. He showed us the explosives in your house.

He showed us your damn journal. It's crazy.

There are no explosives. I have never kept a journal.

The Patriots made all that up.

Everything that has happened to this town since they got here, it's all them.

The war clan, the typhus.

Right. And that's not crazy? You're paranoid.

It's not paranoia if they're actually out to get you, sweetheart.

Just kill me or let me go.

It's the kids. Marion!

That training camp, outside of town. All the town's kids, they're...

They're doing something to their heads. You know Kim Carson. She was a cadet.

We saw her kill her father and then she killed herself.

Grant and Kim aren't dead. I would've heard.

You know me, Marion.

How many years were we together?

Like together? Good for you, Gene.

You always said you could read me like a book.

Look at me. Am I telling the truth now?

- You expecting somebody? - It's why I closed early.

Marion!

Marion?

Miles: It's Truman.

- What the hell's he doing here? - He's here for dinner.

Same as every night.

You and Truman?

Wow, Marion. You really get around.

I have to go up there, or else he'll suspect something.

If I meant anything to you, don't tell him.

You know what I could use right now? My frigging sword.

There you are.

Where were you?

I had to get us a bottle.

Tonight I could use it.

You really know how to pick them.

Tell me, what's so funny?

I'm just picturing you and Monroe.

Were you thinking matching thrones? I think that'd be adorable.

I mean, let's be realistic. You're a skinny-ass nobody,

Monroe's the world's heavyweight psycho. So... I dunno.

Don't you think you're in over your head a little bit?

You don't know me. What I did back home.

Maybe I'm finally where I'm supposed to be.

Ever thought of that?

What's that?

What are you doing?

Hey. Hey!

Vincent! Where you been? It's good to see you!

Hey, you're Monroe.

Yeah, that's right. You're Duncan Page's men.

What's left of them.

Monroe: Where's Duncan'!

She's dead.

How?

Those dicks in khaki, that's how.

The Patriots. And we want blood.

Well, you came to the right place.

Is that really necessary?

Gold's gold. It's not like they're not gonna need it anymore.

Monroe: Tell me what happened.

After you left Vegas, those Patriots hit us, hard.

Word is they're taking out every war clan they can find,

trying to bring some civilization to the plains.

- This is all that's left? - Duncan fought like hell, but...

They blew her face clean off. I saw it happen.

Her and half the tribe.

That's why we're here, to find you.

Duncan said you were here, killing those US sons of bitches.

That's right. Yeah, we're trying.

So you're in charge of this little war party?

I don't want to be.

I make a damn good Indian, but I'm no chief.

Monroe: Well, that makes sense.

After all, you need a leader with experience.

You came to Duncan asking for men. Well, you got them.

She ever cook like that for you?

How long were you two together, anyway?

It was after Charlotte died. I was alone.

So, I guess this makes you and Truman related.

If they don't kill you, I'm gonna.

What are you doing?

Looking for something to fight with for when Marion sells us out.

Maybe she won't.

Or maybe she definitely will.

How have you not figured this out yet?

People always do the stupid, selfish thing ten times outta ten.

So why are you here?

- I'm babysitting your dumb ass. - No, I mean...

Why are you here? If everyone's a selfish idiot...

...why are you fighting for them?

I'm fighting to keep your girls alive.

I appreciate it. I've even made a certain peace with you and Rachel

but I'm talking about something bigger.

Don't you want to make things... I don't know. Better?

News flash. It's the apocalypse.

- Things are only getting worse. - What makes you so sure?

- I'm serious. Tell me. - I've been down this road before.

All right?

I set out to make things better. Bass and I both did.

And it all went to hell.

It's blood and war. And you want to know why?

Because people will always do the stupid, selfish thing.

Me most of all. I'm just trying to make up for that.

That's it.

So you're not fighting for anything?

You're just fighting back against your own demons?

No wonder you keep losing.

Hey.

Do you know someone named Grant Carson?

- Who? - Grant Carson from outside of town?

His daughter Kim is one of the cadets in your boot camp.

- Yeah. - He usually hits the bar everyday-.

Funny thing is I haven't seen him around.

It's not like him.

Next time you're up there, could you ask Kim?

Ask her if she knows where her father is?

Sure. I could do that.

Let me get you some more.

We hit the camp fast and hard. That includes the cadets.

But don't torch any intel. I want to find out exactly what's going on.

You got it.

Hey. This one's for Duncan.

We're ready.

We're moving out!

Bass! Don't do this. Just wait for Miles.

I got the men I need, Rachel. Don't have to listen to you anymore.

- What are you doing? - If my guys are going, I'm going too.

Jason?

Jason! Wake up!

Are you okay?

I think so.

Doyle's guys lump you?

I don't remember.

Good. You're awake.

What the hell is this?

This is what I've been waiting for.

You were planning to kill me, Tom.

The president warned you, stay on the straight and narrow.

But you just couldn't help yourself, could you?

- You're wrong about me. - I know about the poison, Tom.

I know everything.

It's Truman who wants to see you dead, not me.

You've seen the chip he has on his shoulder.

I was on my way to warn you.

Don't get me wrong, I will take care of Truman.

So...

How about, for once in your conniving, pathetic

and very short, little life...

...you level with me.

All right.

The truth is Julia loved me and hated you.

She told me what a small man you are...

...in every way.

We used to laugh about you.

Yeah, we'd laugh so hard we were worried we would choke.

How's that for leveling?

You think you're better than me?

Grab his head.

- Get your hands off of me. - Shh, it's okay.

Doyle: All right. See that?

I say that number and he does anything I say. Anything.

Yeah, he doesn't remember, but...

...he told me everything about you, Tom.

So after I kill you

I'm gonna send orders to Washington to kill your wife

and then I will use your son any way I see fit.

Why am I telling you this?

Because, Tom, as it all fades to black...

...I want your last thought to be...

...I'm the one who destroyed your family.

Huh? Feel like laughing now?

Dad? Dad! Dad!

Dad, if what he said is true...

Come on, boy.

That's the man you want to follow?

Good luck with that.

My God, they eat slow.

Marion: Hey! What exactly are you fellas doing down here?

- Man: We heard a noise, ma'am. - Marion: What you heard was my distiller.

Why don'y you get yourselves back upstairs before you break my equipment.

- So, I take it you believe us? - I don't know what to think. if...

If what you're saying is true, you've ruined my life. You know that.

Come on. The guy upstairs isn't exactly a catch.

We're engaged. He's a kind man.

I always thought he and the Patriots were bringing it all back.

- But none of it's true. - Gene.

Look, I'll get you your chance to get out of here and when I do, take it.

Marion.

I gotta admit I was pretty sure you'd turn us in.

Thank you.

One of your men strangle this guy with his own belt?

- You do a head count on the cadets? - There's four still unaccounted for.

Maybe the Patriots deployed them before we got here.

But for what?

What's that?

I found this in a locked drawer.

I don't suppose you speak Arabic?

One of the guys did two tours in the Gulf. Let me ask him.

I'm, uh...

I'm glad to be fighting with you. All the men are.

You know what I need? Some fresh air. How about we go for a walk?

I don't think so.

I've been cooped up in that bar all day.

I'm going for a walk. You coming with me or not?

I guess I am.

- Sir. - What happened?

The training camp was hit by Matheson's people.

- Are you sure it was them? - I saw the Matheson daughter.

It was them all right.

Ifs a massacre, sir. This is all that escaped.

Woman: My son was at that camp!

I want six squads ready on the double.

We move out in five minutes.

Hey!

- I think I made a mistake. - What is it?

Gene Porter and Miles Matheson, they came to me.

They lied about the Patriots. About you.

I'm sorry.

Where are they, Marion?

Go!

Marion, what happened?

Like you don't know what your own people did?

They're here!

Whose blood is that? Anyone we know? How could you go with them?

- They were going with or without me. - Don't give me that. You killed kids.

- We had to hit that camp. - Why?

So Monroe can get his Republic back?

Morn, Monroe's deluded.

I don't care how many men he's got, he's not getting it back.

- What makes you so sure? - Well...

...none of us are gonna be alive that long anyway.

But until then, we stay standing, we keep fighting

and we do whatever it takes to win.

I didn't go for Monroe. I went for myself.

I'm sorry.

For what?

You've been watching me and Miles, the awful things that we do.

How could you be any different?

We made you into this weapon, this soldier.

You are 22 years old. You can still have a future.

- Really? - Yes.

What are you fighting for if you don't have any hope?

What the hell's gotten into you? You're the scariest person I know,

and you're preaching sharing and caring?

What's the point? What are you fighting for?

You.

I guess I'm fighting for you. I'm fighting so you won't be me.

Isn't it a shame? The terrorists hit the camp and killed Doyle...

...and I had to hide in the woods like a common criminal.

That what happened?

It looks to me like Doyle had two men tied up in here

but they broke loose.

If I were a betting man,

I'd say Doyle had been strangled with his own belt.

I wonder who those two men could have been.

Well, you could file that report to DC.

Or you could file the truth.

And what truth would that be?

Doyle was the victim of a terrorist that he couldn't handle, but you could.

The one where you'd be back in charge of the town again.

Little risk. Lot of reward.

- Dad! What happened? - I zigged when I should've zagged.

- What? - He took a bullet.

It's okay. It went straight through.

Oh, Dad.

What the hell's going on here?

Monroe: Hey.

- Is there a problem? - Who told you to hit that camp?

I saw an opportunity. I took it.

What happened, Miles, you went back into town.

- Those hicks wouldn't help? - You didn't give them much incentive.

- You shot their children. - They wouldn't have helped anyway.

You know what people are like deep down, right?

They do the selfish thing every time. That's what you always say.

Look around. Two dozen men. This is a gift. ifs a gift.

It's a start of an army. So you can sit there with your frowny face

or you can get on board.

We take it to them and we do some real damage.

So what's it gonna be?

Hey. My guy translated this. You need to see it.

What's it say?

Well, at least we know where they're taking the cadets.

To Austin.

For what?

To take down the Texas government and kill their president.