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Hey, Jason. Come on.

Jason, come on. Let's go.

Jason?

Baby.

Whew.

Sugar.

You know, it makes me sick

to see an American classic defaced like that.

Mm.

If it makes you feel any better, they were aiming for me.

That makes sense.

Come inside.

You know there's nothing on God's green earth

that would get me to voluntarily walk into a police station,

but I was getting my fix on in town,

figured I'd drop in, see how you pulling this shit off.

I mean, a crook posing as a cop

and a car dealership posing as a cop station?

You see Jason this morning?

I thought he had a train to catch.

Yeah, I went to his motel to take him to the station. He wasn't there.

Maybe he doesn't like saying good-byes.

He wouldn't have left without this.

You know, I did see him last night at the Forge talking to Proctor's niece.

Rebecca? Yeah.

When? Late.

I'm pretty sure they left together.

What, you think something happened to him?

Yeah.

I just... I don't know what.

Morning. Sheriff.

What brings you out our way this morning?

I just came by for a little chat.

Well, do join us.

No. Only be a minute.

Hey. Hi.

You left the Forge with someone last night.

Late 20s, blond hair.

What seems to be the problem?

Well, he's missing.

There were, uh...

signs of struggle in his motel room.

And what would Rebecca know about that?

That's what I'm here to find out.

Who is this man?

We don't know that yet.

Do you have a name?

So you're gonna try and tell me that...

you don't know him?

I don't know him.

I did fuck him, though.

We don't always know the people we fuck, do we?

So...

you were in his motel room, right?

For a little bit. How long?

I left after he fell asleep.

Your uncle come pick you up? Was there a crime committed?

No, I'm just trying to make a timeline here.

Why don't you tell me what happened?

What happened? Are you accusing us of something...

Why would I do that? No, indeed, why would you do that?

You have no evidence, no body.

There's not even a name, you say.

It doesn't sound to me there's a crime committed...

was there?

Are you sure you don't want anything to eat?

You going along with this?

He said he was leaving town.

I assume he did.

This was your choice.

When I come for him, I come for you.

I have a busy day ahead of me. I should go.

It's Siobhan, boss.

Yeah? Heard you were in earlier.

Just wondering when you'd be back in.

I'm drawing up the patrol schedule.

I'll be back in an hour.

Copy. See you then.

So you think Proctor killed Jason?

And he wanted me to know it.

Just because the boy slept with his niece.

That's a new low for Proctor.

Fuck this shit. I need a motherfucking break.

I've been up for the past 72 hours

hacking into every server I know looking for Rabbit.

Whatever hole that Boris Karloff motherfucker is in,

it is deep and dark.

Who died? The kid, Jason.

How?

Proctor.

Damn.

I guess we'd better get out the gloves and shovel.

I'm not burying anyone else this month.

Anyone really gonna mind if I bury Proctor?

Proctor's got too much juice here.

You can't go after a man like that head-on

and not expect some major blowback.

Most people are happy with one psychopath after them.

You really want two?

I'll take my chances.

No, that's the con talking.

I am a con.

Well, you could've fooled me this morning.

What I'm saying is there's a lot of ways to bury a man.

Especially when you're wearing that badge.

Hey. Hey.

Got a minute?

Uh, I got a patrol.

I was hoping to pick your brain a bit.

What's up?

Hypothetically...

if you were gonna take down Proctor, how would you do it?

Oh, you're gonna go after Proctor, huh?

What exactly are you gonna take him down for?

Anything.

Everything.

Yeah, I think I'm gonna need you to be a little more specific.

You know what? Forget it. Listen, Hood.

Proctor's got his fingers in everything around here...

prostitution, drugs, extortion.

The problem is, he's always one step removed.

There's no direct ties,

and he knows exactly how to walk that line.

So, good luck.

You've been here a long time.

If you were sheriff, how would you do it?

If I were sheriff.

If I were sheriff...

I'd start by shaking his trees.

Which trees? All of 'em,

repeatedly, over and over

till something we can use falls out of them.

Something we can use? Come on, Hood.

You don't think I'm gonna let you have all the fun, do you?

All right, let's go find a tree.

Excuse me...

Mr. Thompson, do you know who I am?

Yeah. Good,

then we can skip an introduction.

George Hunter has engaged the council

in a campaign to oust Alex Longshadow

from the position of chief with a no-confidence vote.

However, it's in the interests of numerous parties

that this vote does not pass,

and you, my friend, just became one of those parties.

Do you know what these are? No.

These are the keys to your daughter's college dormitory and dorm room.

Cora's doing pretty well.

You must be proud.

So I can count on your cooperation?

Yeah.

Good.

Who's next?

Max, dinner!

Come on, Max. It's not cereal.

Max, I'm not kidding around.

If you don't get over here right now and eat this,

I'm gonna eat this.

Max? Max?

Max!

Maxie! Max!

Breathe, Max! Max, breathe!

Fuck!

Jesus.

You've reached Gordon Hopewell.

Please leave your name and number.

Shit, Dad, it's Max.

He's having an attack and I don't know what to do.

Can you call me, please?

You've reached Gordon Hopewell.

Please leave your name and number.

You've reached Gordon Hopewell.

Please leave your name and number.

Fuck.

Emergency Services.

Yeah, um, I need an ambulance.

My brother's having an attack. Please help.

He has asthma. Can you please hurry?

How we doing?

We're good to go.

All right, listen, any illegal activity

will be happening off the east hallway.

That is right behind the dressing areas.

That's where the private rooms are, all right?

So let's split up when we get inside.

Two stay in front, two hit the back.

Did you copy that?

You're pretty familiar with the layout.

Don't judge. Let's go.

That's my girl!

Banshee Sheriff's Department!

Banshee Sheriff's!

Hey! I'll hit the lights.

Yeah, music, too.

Hey.

Banshee Sheriff's Department.

Everybody stay where you are. Siobhan.

No one's in trouble. I just need...

dancers, please head to the back.

Patrons, gather up your stuff, start heading to the front door.

All right, ladies, let's wrap this up.

What the fuck? Emmett, come get

these girls out the front.

Do you know who owns this place? Sure do.

Then you know it's off-limits to the cops.

Yeah, not anymore.

You have no idea...

You tell Proctor nothing's off-limits to me anymore.

Really?

What'd you say your name was?

Passion.

Passion.

All right, Banshee Sheriff...

You two, out the front now.

Picked a bad night, Gordon.

We're busting the place for prostitution.

Well, that's crack detective work, Sheriff.

I mean, it's only Banshee's worst-kept secret.

Wait five minutes and go out the back. No one will see you.

Oh, what, are you doing me favors now?

Well, fuck you. I don't need your fucking favors.

Hey, trust me, asshole. It's not for you.

Yeah, fuck you.

You ride into town

and this fucking tidal wave of shit

follows you like a fucking plague.

Are you fucking my wife?

No. Bullshit.

Get the fuck out of here, Gordon.

You finished?

You fucking...

Fuck!

Come on, let's get you out of here.

What is this? Come on!

Come on, get off him!

Come on. Lucas, Lucas.

Fucking piece of shit! God, cool off!

Jesus Christ, what is this, huh?

You all right?

You wanna tell me why I just broke up a fight

between the sheriff and the mayor?

It's complicated. You can talk to me, all right?

And not just because we're sleep... I know, I know.

Dr. Valerian to OR1.

Dr. Valerian to OR1.

It's okay, I'm here.

I'm here.

Believe you me, in a situation like this,

we're just trying our best to cover all the bases.

I wouldn't take it personally.

Just gonna ask you a couple of questions. Shouldn't take too long.

Sorry, just to clarify, where did you say you went to law school?

Did you see somebody pay me to stick his dick in my ass?

No. No, thank God.

So, what do I know about a fucking prostitution ring?

All right, so let me just confirm,

your name is Platinum?

Platinumm. Two Ms. Platinumm.

Platinumm. Like, "Mm, she looked good."

Half of them claimed they didn't know anything

about organized prostitution.

They got paid to dance. That's it.

Jesus Christ.

The smart ones won't even admit to that until they lawyer up.

We caught some of them in the act.

Well, they say they were acting alone.

They claim Proctor didn't know anything about it.

This is fucking ridiculous.

Yes, it is, and that's why they call it police work.

Hey.

You okay? Hey.

I'm great.

One of the girls is asking for you.

Excuse me, I'm looking for my son, Max Hopewell.

Someone downstairs said he was up here.

Max... Hopewell. He has asthma and he...

Are... are you all right?

Never mind.

Where is he?

He's with the doctor now.

Deva, what happened?

Deva... Where were you?

I was working. Bullshit, I called your office.

He could have fucking died, Dad.

I'm sorry, Deva. I don't give a shit

if you're sorry. Jesus fucking Christ, Dad.

Do you even see how fucked up you are?

It's all right. I just... No, it's not all right.

Nothing about this is all right.

We are so fucked. This whole family is so fucked.

Deva... Get off me!

Gordon, let her go.

She called you.

Look, tonight was...

Gordon, you don't have to explain yourself.

Least of all to me.

Mr. and Mrs. Hopewell? Yes.

Dr. Kessler, I'm the resident on duty.

How is he? Max is stable.

He suffered from an acute attack.

How?

We're really good about his meds

and he always has his inhaler nearby.

Nobody did anything wrong.

His condition is deteriorating.

His medicine is no longer as effective.

It looks like you already talked to Max's pulmonologist

about leukotriene modifiers... Yeah.

beta agonists... Yeah, yeah, we thought...

we thought we had more time before all that was necessary.

You need to talk to his doctor.

I'm gonna go check on Max. I'll be right back.

Mr. Proctor.

Sheamus, please explain to me why we're closed.

They came in here, they busted everybody,

and they took our girls.

That's basically what happened.

Very unfortunate.

Obviously not your fault.

Just give me the arrest warrant.

I'll take it up with my lawyers.

The warrant? Yeah, the arrest warrant.

I'm sure you didn't let a bunch of cops come in here

and shut down my business without a legal arrest warrant.

They just came through the front door locked and loaded.

What do you expect me to do?

What I expect you to do is what I pay you to do.

Keep my club open.

Got that?

Now clean this place up.

I want it open by tomorrow...

for lunch.

I don't know what we're gonna do about this.

We're gonna talk to the insurance company again.

They've gotta be willing to pay for more.

They say that Max's asthma has a chronic condition limit,

and if they don't think the asthma's gonna get any better,

then they're not gonna approve new treatment.

We're just gonna have to pay for the treatments ourselves.

Where are we gonna get cash like that?

God damn it, how did I let things get this screwed up?

You're a good father, Gordon.

They're not gonna say anything about Proctor.

They're more scared of him than you.

And you're not?

Proctor owns this whole town.

He doesn't own me.

How about you?

No one owns me.

Okay.

So, what do you got?

So...

I see him three to four times a week.

He pays you? Mm-hmm, but he calls them gifts.

And what would he do if you said no?

He'd get me fired from the club and I need the money.

So, what do you want to tell me?

If I gave you something on Proctor,

would you put him away?

Could you even put him away?

Depends what it is.

Would I have to testify? Depends what it is.

Well, I won't testify, and you have to promise me...

I can't promise you anything until I know what you've got.

And he can't know it's me.

Listen, I got a jail full of whores I can do this with.

And I have a...

I have a son.

Fuck.

Listen, if what you've got is big enough to put Proctor away,

I'll do everything I can to keep you out of it.

That's as close to a promise as you're gonna get right now.

No?

There was this guy I used to see.

A client.

He used to drive trucks for Proctor, running X into Philly.

Ecstasy?

He said Proctor has this place where they do it all...

cook it, pack it, and ship it off.

You know his name?

Matt Sharp.

Where do I find him?

Hey.

I'm looking for Matt Sharp.

I'm Sharp.

Irony. Nice.

I need to talk to you for a minute.

I'm on the clock, Sheriff.

I don't know if you heard, but the market's down,

unemployment's at 9%.

You wouldn't want to keep an honest man from making a buck, would ya?

An honest man, no.

You? Eh, I could give a shit.

Listen, guys, we just got a couple of questions for you.

You're gonna want to put that down.

Are you one of those affirmative action hires?

Hey. How do you like sitting in the front seat versus the back?

Not as good as it'll feel

when I put my boot up your ass and out your mouth.

Whoa. Hey, we're just messing around.

We didn't mean nothing by it.

Yeah, spic, slope, coon, kike, faggot.

Soon as you put the uniform on, we dislike you all the same.

Yo, I recognize this dude.

You're that football player, right?

Real big deal in college.

Running back.

Yeah, what happened? Did you quit?

Or did somebody figure out

that a nigger running like he stole something ain't nothing new?

Emmett, be cool, all right?

Emmett?

I'm cool. All right.

Don't hold back on my account.

A verbal taunt does not fulfill the protocol

for self-defense, Sheriff, only a life-threatening act.

And these little men aren't what I'd consider to be threatening.

Fuck you, O.J.

I do believe I now feel threatened.

I would.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Don't you fucking move.

You okay, Brock?

No!

Emmett, you need a hand?

Oh, fuck.

Emmett!

You all right? Yeah.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down, Sharp.

What do you want, cop?

You're gonna tell me about Proctor's ecstasy operation.

I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.

Okay.

Let me get you started.

You were a driver.

You did runs from Banshee...

to Philly.

Who told you that?

Well, that's none of your business.

You think I'm gonna roll on someone like Proctor 'cause of you?

Go ahead, arrest me.

At least in jail I got my health.

Yeah, but right now... I got your arm.

Stop!

So tell me how it works. Fuck you.

Okay.

I was just a driver. Yeah, we covered that.

Now, how did it work?

It was always at night.

I'd pick up the trucks from the factory,

get 'em loaded, and then drive from Banshee towards Philly.

And?

All right. I'd have an address.

Usually like some parking lot.

I'd leave the truck with the keys in the cab and then walk away.

And who took the trucks from there? I never saw anyone.

The whole system's rigged with cutouts so no one knew more than they had to.

But you got your orders from Proctor, right?

I never even met him. Don't fuck with me, Sharp.

Fuck, I'm not! I told you, I don't know shit!

I can't argue with that.

But you do know where the factory is.

Oh, fuck, man.

Near the brick factory on Havershaw.

Thanks.

Hey.

We're out.

Well...

look what the parole officer dragged in.

I missed you.

Oh, honey, I know.

But I come bearing gifts.

Your cut from the truck job.

It's hardly retirement money...

You ain't gonna count it? I already know it won't be enough.

Mm, you're telling me.

Enough for what?

I need to do another one.

And I need to stop risking my fine ass over motherfucking milk money.

This one's different. Oh, this one's different?

Then I'll gather the troops.

It's gotta be just you and me.

Now, we all agreed we were gonna do this together.

Moonlighting ain't my style.

I need this, Job. Join the motherfucking club.

It's not for me.

My son is sick.

Who do I have to shoot to get a motherfucking menu in here?

Doesn't look very secure for a drug lot.

Yeah, that's what someone wants you to think.

They got cameras covering the perimeter there, there.

17-gauge wire along the fence line.

It's electrified.

And they got motion sensors in the back.

You can tell all that from here?

Yeah, more or less.

Well, we're gonna need some time to get a warrant.

What do you want to do?

Let's find out who owns the place.

Oh, you mean do some actual police work. Sounds good.

Throughout our history

we have stood behind brave leaders

who protected our culture and traditions

from a world that would see us gone.

Alex Longshadow comes from a line of great Kinaho chiefs.

No one has done more for their people

than Benjamin Longshadow...

which is why it saddens me that it has come to this.

Alex simply lacks the wisdom and experience

to lead the Kinaho tribe in these complicated times.

That is why it is with a heavy heart

that I call for this vote of no confidence

in Alex Longshadow as tribal chief.

All in favor, raise their hand and say, "Aye."

Thompson, you're gonna let some thug scare you away

from the ideals of your ancestors?

Maybe we were too harsh in our judgment.

Alex is young and ambitious.

Young blood may be just what this tribe needs.

You have corrupted this council and shamed yourself

as well as your father.

You gonna adjourn this meeting, or what?

What'd you do to those guys, anyway?

Your father was a man of great wisdom.

He knew, like you now know,

that sometimes the way over a mountain...

is through it.

And...

going through the mountain...

well...

that's my specialty.

Be well, Chief Longshadow.

Property report lists the owner

of the warehouse and land as Wildflower, LLC.

It's probably a shell company.

Proctor's name is nowhere near it.

We'd pretty much have to catch Proctor

in the warehouse personally cooking up a batch of ecstasy

in order to make the drug charges stick.

Doesn't mean we can't shut the place down.

Proctor'll have another one up and running in a week.

You want me to see what I can find on the shell company?

Uh, yeah. Might as well.

Hey, Emmett...

sorry about what happened yesterday.

You know, the shit at the junkyard.

You know, every time I think I'm immune to that stuff...

I can only turn the other cheek for so many times.

But it gave me a chance to be a good Christian and kick some butt.

And how were you a good Christian?

I forgave them afterwards.

Back to square one.

Is there some reason you need to arrest Proctor today?

Proctor does whatever he wants to whoever he wants.

Every day that list gets a little bit longer.

Been like that since before you got here.

That doesn't mean it stays the same way.

Don't you fucking move.

Hands behind your back.

Hands behind your back. Do it!

Who's left in the warehouse? Nobody.

Do you know whose shit you're stealing?

Who says we're stealing it?

Listen, there's a right way and a wrong way to get Proctor.

So, you can drive this?

Shit, back in the day,

I used to run a big rig cross-country in 92 hours.

Well, shit's changed since World War I, Sugar.

You know, I really was hoping that he'd run your ass over.

Hey.

You sure you want to do this?

Go up against Proctor like this?

You got your issues with Proctor, I got mine.

This is a war. This isn't about one battle.

You wanna win this thing?

Just settle in, be patient.

You're right.

Damn.

Is he drunk?

You take care of the cameras? Don't insult me, baby.

All right, boys.

Now, this is gonna hurt a little bit.

God damn!

Man, that's something you don't get to do every day.

That gonna be enough? That's what the man said.

Look, you gonna give us enough time

to clear our asses outta here?

What, you think we gonna light a long fuse and run?

This ain't a fucking Road Runner cartoon.

Sugar!

Boom, motherfucker.

What happened?

I don't know.

Are you dialing the right number? Yes, I'm dialing the right...

fuck!

Bet you wish you had a long fuse and a match right about now.

Fuck you, Sugar.

Maybe it's a loose...

Damn.

Supposed to just blow the lab,

not put a goddamn crater in the earth.

Now tell me...

that don't fill you with a warm, tingling feeling inside.

It's a start.

I can't hear a thing.

That's 'cause you old and deaf.

Don't put that shit on me.

What? "What"?

You know, when you first got here,

I didn't think you were much of a cop.

Yet you hid it so well.

Oh, I still don't think you're much of a cop.

But I think you're serious about getting Proctor,

and this town's been waiting for somebody to do that

for a long, long time.

And I was hoping it was gonna be me.

But what I'm saying is I don't mind that it's you.

That must've hurt. Like a prostate exam.