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Blacklance, step up.

All right, Richie, you're good to go.

Hey, over here. I think they're over here.

Go, go, go. Up on the cliff.

Al, why'd you stop?

Oh, shit.

Yeah, I saw then that it was Bradley.

Albert's brother.

I know the family, so I'll make the notification.

Okay.

Hold the ball.

Look at your stride once in a while,

just to offset the timing and tempo of the baseline.

Hey, Dad.

Hey.

Stop.

Practice tomorrow?

Yeah, 6:30.

Need a ride?

Nah, it's all good.

Coach is gonna swing by and give me a lift there.

Albert found him in the woods behind the clubhouse.

I just can't believe it.

His mother and now his brother?

You okay?

Yeah, it's just...

I know.

I'm here.

You're a good man, Teddy.

I just look at Albert and I see our boy.

I see all those kids.

What the...

I got ya. Hurry!

There he is.

And boom. You wanna make that elbow

about 90 degrees with your eye.

You really clean?

Cigarettes. That's it.

Hardest to kick.

State Pen did you good.

Not the pen.

Place makes you wanna be swinging from the ceiling.

It was the brothers I was with.

OG natives. Real men.

That's what I needed, bro.

Mentors and shit.

Ain't nothing but kids out here, bro.

Guys like us, we're like, OGs in these streets now.

Isn't that crazy?

Yeah, I can't quit. Not before I do work.

Yo, I'm home.

What's up, Winchell?

Richie. When'd you get out?

Yesterday.

Thought we'd throw a welcome home party.

Still in your old line of work, huh?

Gotta pay rent somehow.

Heard you're repping D.E.P. Finally picked a side.

The wrong side.

You know how it is, man.

Can't last as an independent in this game.

How does a two-bit tweaker dealer

get the blessing of Luke Spencer to join the Posse?

Just comes down to money.

Yeah. It always does.

How much did Luke pay you to sell me tainted dope?

Richie.

No, don't. Not to him.

You know,

I don't blame anyone for wanting me dead.

That's just the price of being a player in the game.

But my sister?

Look, I was threatened if I didn't--

How'd I know your sister was gonna be the one

to take your dope and go--

What are you doing? What are you doing?

No, no! No! No! No!

You know what's crazy?

You and I used to kick it and play video games

all the time as kids.

Sleepovers and shit.

Please, Richie.

Let's get the fuck outta here.

- Shit. - Shit.

- Oh, shit. - Chill, man. I got this.

Hey, officer. They went that way.

Hey, take a step back from the vehicle.

Chill, man. We're the ones that called you.

Step back from the vehicle. Show me your hands.

Hands out of your po--

Three people are dead, including

a rookie police officer, at a grisly scene

in the city's north side.

At a press conference earlier this morning,

Chief Jerry Garland confirmed that the department

is on the hunt for two unknown suspects,

who are believed to be connected

to native street gangs from the troubled

Thunderstone Reservation.

Tribal Police and Reliance County

Sheriff's Department have both pledged

their full cooperation, despite last month's

very public dispute over criminal jurisdiction

of tribal land.

Police have stressed that the two suspects

are believed to be armed and dangerous.

♪ Three, two, one ♪

♪ When we were young ♪

♪ There were so many new things ♪

♪ For us to find ♪

♪ And time was never on our mind ♪

So, no barrier from the perps?

Nah, I took that shit out. Put the regular seats back in.

Where you from?

Tulsa, Oklahoma.

Yeah, I know that. I mean your people.

I'm American.

Oh.

What is it, Scala? What is that, Italian?

You, uh, celebrate Columbus Day and all that?

I'm Greek.

Well, we're all just squatters here, Toto.

Wait, you're not...

Nope. Grew up over the line.

They used to bus some kids into my school from the res,

and I was too poor and too brown

for the white kids, so they lumped me in

with the natives.

And then I married me one.

Ah.

It was the '80s. Shit was crazy.

Got any Indians out there in Tulsa?

Uh, the indigenous people there are--

Indians.

I don't think we're supposed to say--

Oh, don't do that, rookie. You might hurt yourself.

I've got four years on.

In a bigger department than this, so--

Bigger ain't shit. This is tribal land.

And lose that PC bullshit they drilled into your brain

in the big city.

That shit don't jive out here, all right?

Indigenous.

Is that what they are now? According to who? You?

Hmm? Your white college professor?

Some pretendian who's never even been to the res?

Listen, you take that colonizer guilt bullshit

and you bury it somewhere deep because I'll tell you,

when you're in a foot chase down here,

you're gonna be yelling out her description like,

"Indian male, running northbound fast!

He's, uh, approximately 5'10", 130 pounds, red skin, feather,

armed with a tomahawk!"

Oh, shit. Relax, Toto.

Oh, these are tough people out here.

No one's gonna get offended by some here today,

gone tomorrow Greek rookie res cop.

Bravo 5-5, Bravo 5-5.

You waiting for smoke signals?

Oh.

Go for Bravo 5-5.

Bravo 5-5, neighbors advising of trespassers

inside a vacant house.

It's the, uh, doublewide Marty Powers

got stabbed in back in October.

- Can we get an address? - I know where it's at.

♪ Until our time slips away ♪

♪ Slips away ♪

Relax.

I'll go first and I don't need a bullet in my back.

A lot of these vacant homes don't even have

addresses anymore.

So what do I do if I need backup

and I don't know where Marty Power got stabbed?

I don't know.

Fifth house on the left, look for my car,

the lights are on. You'll figure it out.

Feds built some homes closer to town.

That's where old Marty Powers is now.

They promised clean running water.

They're taking their time though.

Meanwhile, every passing hobo and meth head

finds these empty places to hang loose for a while.

Who's in there?

Don't surprise me, motherfucker,

or you'll get shot!

Go after him.

Go, hurry, hurry, come on.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Hold it! Let me see those hands.

Turn around. Let me see you.

Look at these two criminal masterminds.

Jordy P is his nickname.

VM for Vice Mob.

Sometimes they brand out here along with the gang ink.

22 for V, 13 for M.

Jordy, you are literally a walking mugshot.

Watch him.

See a lot of D.E.P. out here. Dead End Posse.

Hmm. Clever.

Mace. Nice catch.

Next customer.

Going into your pockets, anything gonna stick me?

I don't think so.

Mm-hmm.

This doesn't qualify?

This is why I love my job. You know what I just did?

Hey, keep your hands out of your pockets, please.

I just prevented the robbing of a gas station,

the stabbing of some I.B.N. loser,

or potentially one of these two numpties getting shot

by the police. I am a goddamn hero.

All right, let me get some IDs.

No, no, no. We're not doing that.

You go immediately home.

If I find either one of you back out here

or anywhere else other than home today,

I promise you, you will be remanded.

I will make sure that happens one way or another.

Beat it.

Sorry, weren't we supposed to run them for, like,

wants and warrants, conditions?

I mean, they're gang members. Isn't that, like--

Yeah, sure.

Sammy could go in on a weapons violation.

But tomorrow, his mom is headed to the city for work

and Sammy watches her five-year-old twins

during the day.

Jordy P. is wanted in the city for assault.

I mean, they might come down here and get him.

Or hell, shit, man, we might just take him up

there ourselves.

But I'd rather save that for a rainy day.

A rainy day?

What was your last department like?

It was blue collar. It was a tough beat to work.

Yeah, well, out here it's no collar.

No backup, no resources, no witnesses.

I mean, hell, sometimes it's even hard to find a victim.

Res policing is all about temporary problem solving,

favors and leverage.

You get everyone in this town through

to the end of the shift and then you hand the reins

over to the next schmuck.

All right, let's find a dumpster and process those exhibits.

Teddy.

Uh-huh.

- So you're the new girl? - Hmm. Sandra.

Darius. I'm with Reliance County.

Dispatch informed us about the call.

You guys good?

Yeah, we're good.

Mm-hmm.

Well, it is a beautiful, crisp, cool day.

Nothing like some shit rats to keep us warm and busy, huh?

All right, call if you need anything.

Yeah, no, it's-- it's just not what I expected.

My partner is definitely a character.

No, Mom, don't.

Because I just got here.

You know, I haven't even settled in yet.

I still need to get my bearings.

How's Dad doing? Can I talk to him?

Yeah, no, it's fine. I-- I know he's busy.

Maybe tomorrow.

Hey, listen, I'm gonna go, uh, get some sleep.

I'm exhausted.

It seems we never stop mourning, doesn't it?

Chelsea, you've experienced so much loss over the years,

so much heartache.

It's too much for one person to bear.

You've raised and guided our kids in this town.

Even when my own boys were running amok,

causing me havoc, they'd come to you

for advice about their troubles.

You were the most resilient person they knew.

We've always had to be resilient.

So please believe me when I say when you hurt,

we all hurt.

When you weep, we all weep.

Chelsea.

Luke.

What are you doing here, Luke?

Can't you see she's going through enough?

You show your face here of all places--

Don't trip. I'm not here to cause trouble.

Had no beef with Bradley. Just paying my respects.

You need to leave, Luke.

Bye.

Rumor is Richie got parole.

Heard stories he's running wild in the big city.

Heard he might be headed this way.

- Richie isn't here-- - Richie isn't here.

Richie is not welcome anywhere near any of us.

I buried a lot of my family,

but he is the only one who is dead to me.

Then we're good. Sorry for your loss.

Bradley was a good kid.

Who's that?

Hey, Mom.

What do you want?

That's all you had to say? After all these years?

Bradley...

He's been on my mind a lot.

Wish I could see him one more time.

I know it's gotta be killing Albert.

How is he?

You leave him alone. You've done enough.

You really still blame me?

For every problem this family has?

Like Leanne didn't show me how to get high?

Like Leroy didn't show me how to boost cars?

Just leave.

All these dead and broken kids, Mom.

What does that say about you?

A lot of calls come in through here?

It's the heart of gang territory.

But only two crews have any real teeth.

Dead End Posse and Indian Blood Nation.

Bull.

Teddy.

He's I.B.N.

What?

You want me to pop this thing and get you some air?

Who the fuck is this?

The police. You want out of this thing or what?

Ah, shit, man, why are you harassing me for, dude?

Harassing you? You're locked in a trunk.

Is that a crime, officer? What, you got a warrant?

No one's asking for your help.

Leave me the fuck alone to do my time.

All right. Conserve your air.

Conserve my dick, pig! Fucking harassment.

You're just gonna leave him there?

Yeah, he must've done something to piss Bull off.

We have our laws and punishments,

streets have theirs.

Where's my boy?

Coach has been keeping 'em late at practice all week,

getting ready for the big tournament.

- Oh, yeah? What sport? - Basketball.

Oh.

He's pretty good too.

He swears he's got that Mamba mentality.

If he learns to control that temper of his.

Oh, and how long did it take you to control yours?

Teddy was a hothead in his heydays.

I'm still in my heydays.

- He isn't. - Ouch.

Sandra, you should've seen him.

If a boy did a double take of me

when I walked by,

Teddy would lose his ever-lovin' mind.

I used to call him Teddy Bear. I was 15.

But my parents called him Grizzly Bear.

They liked him.

Liked that I had a young warrior protecting me.

They were pretty shocked to find out

he was half Filipino.

So you guys got one boy?

Mm, one boy, four girls.

Oh, wow!

Yeah, the girls are all grown up,

scattered all over the place.

Jeffrey was our happy accident.

All right.

Don't be thinking every shift we're gonna have time

to sit down and eat, let alone at home.

You just lucked out.

Not much going on today?

No, it's been pretty quiet.

Think I may have just jinxed us.

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

Well, I look at you and I don't see cop.

I mean, I know you were one, are one, but now Tribal?

How does that happen?

Wasn't my first choice.

No shit.

Well, I come from a family of cops.

You know, they were the ones with like the cop-themed cakes

at the birthday parties,

lots of testosterone flying around.

You know, my dad had just been promoted to deputy chief

when I put in for the department.

He didn't like the idea of me rolling around

the gutter with the bad guys, so I told him

it's either his department where he can keep an eye on me,

or somewhere else.

All right. But why here? Why Tribal?

I guess his, uh, shadow was harder

to come out from under than I thought it would be.

And I also just kinda wanted to be somewhere far

and, uh, different.

I mean, there's more to it than that,

but that's the gist of it.

Well, I think your father should be proud.

Right, Ted?

He likes you. I can tell. Trust me.

Otherwise, you would be sitting in the car while he ate.

I'm serious. I have seen him do it before.

What was...

What was that guy's name, the deputy?

Dumphrey.

Dumphrey.

So Ted here has the boy sit in the cop car

while he ate and napped on the couch.

Incoming Priority One. All units attend.

Sorry, sorry.

I'll pack these up.

You're looking for Northeast 14th. Tell me where to turn.

- Which road are we on right now? - 4th parallel south.

Patching you over to Sheriff's Department to get you back up.

I swear to God, if they beat us to our call,

you are walking back to the station.

How many have we passed so far? How many roads?

Uh, three.

Oh, shit! Turn!

Caller has identified suspect as Elan Graves.

Says he had to leave the scene

since the suspect's firing off shots at random.

Female is out front, in need of medical assistance.

Shit.

This is gonna be bad. Elan is highly unstable.

Jesus. He beat her half to death.

Faint.

You administer CPR. I'm gonna go clear the house.

Make sure you know what you're looking at.

They got two boys.

Bravo 5-5, Code 9, 901 Nora.

Scene not secure.

Have fire stage south of our cruiser lights.

Making entry, 10-33.

Tribal Police!

Elan, if you're in here, make yourself known!

Let me see your hands, Elan!

Don't move, motherfucker!

Hey, guys. Everyone all right over here?

Anybody hurt?

No.

Okay, good.

I'm gonna be right back.

If you guys could just hang in here for me.

All right.

Take care of your little brother, okay?

Code 4?

Bathroom, deceased.

You okay?

Oh, shit. Richie.

What's up, nephew?

Richie, you're back.

Come-- come to the front. I'll let you in.

Shit, man. You trying to get us both killed?

Nah, your grandma wouldn't like that.

Come through the window then.

Listen, me and some boys are gonna pay respects

to your brother.

I want you to come and meet them.

- Right now? - Yeah.

C'mon. I'll have you back before anyone notices.

Hey, grab a jacket, it's cold.

I should tell Grandma, though.

She won't care if I tell her I'm going to--

She doesn't have to know.

You're the man of this house now anyways.

There's no asking permission, all right?

Damn, bro. You got big.

Shut up, fool.

All right.

All right, Al, let's go.

Man, I shut the fuck up, man. All I do is bitch.

What's up, dawg?

- Bruv. - Good to see you, man.

What's up, brother?

Good to see you out, brother.

You didn't last long in the city.

Yeah.

Had to pop off on an old friend.

That's the word on the street.

We'll break y'all some cash and get you situated.

Appreciate it.

Y'all know my nephew, Albert. Brad's brother.

What's up, young blood?

I knew your brother. He was a strong native.

I wish he would've rode with us.

Could've helped him with some of his troubles.

You got real Indian blood in you, warrior blood.

I wanna make sure he's taken care of.

I want him to have family.

You might've lost a brother, but with us, you gain a 100.

Your brother could use that.

We all do growing up in this bullshit.

Yeah.

Yeah?

Cold-blooded motherfucker.

Join the Nation? Why not, huh?

This is brotherhood right here.

Come here, cuz. Welcome to the family.

Family now, boy.

It's a good thing.

Why don't you go home and get some rest?

I'll finish this up.

You okay?

Yeah.

It's gonna happen a lot.

People trying to find a way to forget the past.

The drink.

Needle.

That gonna be a problem?

Same everywhere it seems.

Yeah, so I've heard.

Then, uh, no, sir, it's not gonna be a problem.

Did you do it for him or for your father?

What?

Your boyfriend.

When you found him that day and cleaned him up,

was it for his dignity or for Daddy's career?

Honestly, sir, you don't know anything about that.

No?

Tell me, what am I missing?

There's more to someone than what they put on a report.

So, tell me.

Cops drink. That's normal.

Working undercover narcotics changed him.

He started stealing dope from the evidence lockers.

I came home from a night shift once,

found him face down in the bathroom,

still with that fucking thing in his arm,

just like that asshole from today.

And?

I cleaned him up.

I searched the house, I found the stash.

I destroyed it.

I didn't want him to be remembered for that.

My dad made some calls, got me a quiet resignation,

but he took a big hit, and so did our relationship.

Look, I love being a cop.

I don't know what my dad told you

or any of the other departments I applied to,

but I appreciate the opportunity.

I hired you because I need a partner

who can look past the bullshit and understand why people are

the way they are.

That's what this community needs.

That's what you needed.

And, so did I.

Different time, same problems, Toto.

Think you can do that?

Good.

Crazy night, huh?

- Oh, hey. - I'm Katie, by the way.

We didn't officially meet.

Sandra.

We're having a drink out in town, little dive bar.

Team debrief. You should come.

I, uh, actually got some unpacking to do

at my place still, so...

I don't know how you did it at your last department,

sweetheart, but out here, drinking might as well be

in our policy and procedures. Especially being new.

Come on. Have a drink or two.

It rips the fucking shirt, clean off his back,

splits the seam on the cheap piece of shit.

So now he's free again. He's off,

he's running down the middle of the street,

this shirtless, shoeless, fucking gap-toothed,

drunk Indian, making a fool out of me.

I'm just getting madder, all right?

I'm getting madder and madder.

I pull my fucking taser out, right?

I give him fair warning, too, like,

"Stop! You're gonna get tased."

Boom.

Dude gets hit by a fucking truck.

Right there, sends him in the air, limp like a rag doll.

He lands and he slides to my feet.

Oh, shit.

To my fucking feet. Hand delivered.

Damn. Wow.

I cuff the Indian, told the farmer to beat it.

How's Teddy treating you?

Good.

What nickname did he give you?

Toto.

Toto?

Like the dog? Like-- like Dorothy?

It's not that bad actually.

Remember what he called Darius?

Oh, my God, yeah.

He called him Dumphrey.

I don't get it.

Darius Humphrey.

Do I-- do I even wanna know or...

Dumphrey.

Dude shit his pants stirred in a res.

So, wait, that was you?

No.

I'm sorry.

Laziest fuck in a department of lazy fucks.

Come on, relax.

Mm, I mean, I-- I started in Tribal Police.

Gave up on that shit real quick.

- Switched to a real department. - Don't listen to him.

Teddy's good people.

He knows everybody front and back.

People respect him, in town and on the res,

despite the jurisdictional nonsense.

Yeah, they used to.

And that's the problem, he's trying to win

everybody back over.

The guy won't arrest an Indian to save

his fucking life. Dude's not even native.

Shut up. He's got more pinches

than all of you combined.

Maybe from back in the day.

Yeah, Katie, you know damn good and well he is not

the skull crusher that he allegedly once was.

When was the last time he went out

for a beer with us, huh?

Or just done anything with the boys?

I don't give a shit.

He'll come running if you need help.

Who cares about the rest?

Yeah, maybe.

Or maybe one day he just decides,

"Hey, I'm gonna back one of my old Listerine-drinking buddies."

You know?

Yeah, he is one dicey move away from being run outta town

for good.

So, what actually happened with Teddy?

'Cause I heard a bunch of crazy different stories.

Mm, no, we're not gonna go there, babe.

Did you apply to our department?

Hmm, what, they didn't take you?

I don't know. Must be cursed.

Shit, girl. What skeletons you got in your closet?

Ooh.

Just a joke.

I don't know, Katie, maybe you're right.

Maybe she's not a dud.

Oh!

So whose house is this?

This woman holds this community together single-handedly.

She is everyone's family on this reservation,

you hear me?

She buried her grandson yesterday,

and then she took in those boys from the domestic last night.

Stop that.

Oh, yeah?

Stop eating my chips.

All right, don't hurt anyone.

This is my oldest son, Leroy.

They sent him to fight in Iraq.

Gave his life, killed in action.

This is Leanne, my daughter, Albert and Bradley.

She died from a heroin overdose five years ago.

I'm so sorry.

But she gave me the most beautiful grandchildren.

Hey, Albert.

Albert.

Teddy, it scares me what that boy is going through,

what it's gonna mean for him and his life.

We'll look out for him.

You have to promise me.

Promise me, you have to.

I promise.

Teddy, he doesn't blame you for what happened.

None of us do.

I know. I know.

There's something else.

What? What is it?

It's Richie. He's here.

Come in.

Hmm.

Those remind me of the training academy.

What are they for?

Uh, it's part of my cadet uniform.

Cadet? What's that?

Uh, it was a program for kids.

Really? Y-- you mind if I...

Uh, yeah.

Teddy used to run it with someone else,

and he was Sergeant Major.

Teddy as Sergeant Major? Explains a whole lot to me.

Oh wow, yeah, this is perfect.

Yeah, you'd pass training inspection for sure.

- Oh yeah? - Yeah, trust me,

I failed plenty of them, so I'm well versed.

Bravo 5-5, respond to KSRC community center

for a 242F, multiple CPs.

So, you live around here?

Bravo 5-5, 10-4.

Uh, no. I'm just in town.

So you're working with Teddy?

Yes.

Gotta go, partner. We got a call.

Nice to meet you, Albert.

You too.

Seems like a good kid.

He's got that whole, uh, cadet thing going.

Doesn't exist anymore.

What? Why not?

Light 'em up.

This used to be where the community met.

For everything.

Pow wows, events, ceremonies.

Past 15 years, every kid growing up

in Thunderstone spent all their free time here.

They used to call it "The Clubhouse".

He might fight.

If he does, it's gonna be a bad night.

You know who that is?

Jake! Jake, it's Teddy.

Teddy, where are you?

Out front, Jake.

Fuck you!

He should be okay. He didn't sound that bad.

Just be cautious.

Fuck it, bro.

Sergeant Major!

All right. Be careful now.

What are you doing here? We having a reunion?

Someone called about you. I guess you're being too loud.

You're gonna arrest me? You wanna throw me in jail?

- I ain't got any warrants. - I know.

Check the computer. Look for yourself.

I know. You're a standup guy.

Bring another outsider to town, Teddy?

Another fucking wolf to feed us to?

Now, now, Jake. There's no need for that.

How about you put down that bottle

and we can drive you home?

Fuck that. I ain't done drinking.

I'm telling you, you are, Jake.

Look at you trying to playing cop now.

I thought you were supposed to be protecting us.

Good job there.

Come on. Let's fucking go.

So what's the deal with all the shit

he was saying back there?

I started my career as a state trooper.

My first posting for the force was up north.

Small detachment. 24-hour on call.

Place like that depend on more than just the cops, you know?

Kinda like it is here.

You learn to trust certain people,

volunteer firefighters, paramedics.

Met a man up there named Leslie West.

Everyone called him Coach.

He was originally a teacher from the East Coast, uh, Maine.

Did a lot of good up there.

Seemed like he really gave a shit.

First he did a year stint,

and then he came back for three more,

and we were lucky to have him.

You know, he ran sports teams, he ran clubs,

took part in everything.

We became friends pretty quick.

A couple of outsiders, around the same age, trying to help.

- Oh, he's fooled you. - Hoo-hoo-hoo!

When I found out there was an opportunity for me

to come home, well, you know, I took it

and I-- I sold him on coming with me.

You know, he was the kind of guy

who did that sort of thing,

just drop everything for a challenge.

But before we got down here,

we had already started organizing

that Cadet program.

Like what Albert had?

Yeah.

Put a real dent in some of the gang recruitment,

the drugs, the booze.

We had every young man in the community taking part.

I mean, I even-- I even got some ex-gang members I knew

to come and mentor.

Created a real sense of pride.

We found out a couple years back that Coach

was sexually assaulting several of the boys in the program.

13 came forward.

Who knows how many haven't out of shame or embarrassment?

Once he got arrested, a lot of the kids up north

started speaking up too.

They're looking into his classes back East still,

trying to see how far back he started.

So the center closed,

the Cadets disbanded,

kids went back to the street gangs

and the vultures picked up right where we left off.

So what happened to Leslie?

Was he convicted?

He got bail.

And then he went straight to his office

and blew his brains out with a hunting rifle

he had stashed there, I guess, for exactly that purpose.

He-- he wasn't around for Albert, right?

He was.

His brother, too.

Bradley was a victim. He came forward.

Albert never said if he was,

but he was right on the cusp of Leslie's preferred age.

The fuck you say his name for?

I'm just talking, Jake.

She needs to mind her own business.

You ain't even from around here.

Okay.

Mind your own fucking business!

Jake.

Keep quiet.

Right, Teddy?

Isn't that what Coach used to say?

Keep fucking quiet!

Yeah.

Looks like it's time for bed, Jake.

Get me the fuck out of here.

I got him.

Get your hands off.

How could you have known?

I should've known.

They're blaming you for trying to make things better.

Everybody here hates you because of that uniform.

It doesn't matter if it's fair or not.

They hate you because someone close to them

wears it and let the fox in the henhouse.

This uniform stripped away their language, their history,

their families.

And then someone they trust wears it and pretends like

it's all different now.

Coach undid it all.

A generation of fucked up boys turning into fucked up men.

You remember that.

You remember why they hate you and why they are allowed to.

And then you go on every call to help them,

not to prove them wrong.

My mom found that bottle of Jack that was under my bed.

- Yeah. - It was not a good scene, man.

It was just yelling, and screaming, and everything.

My dad was just sitting there all quiet and stuff.

I don't know what he really thought

about the whole situation.

Oh, fuck, dude, just-- just keep on walking.

Yeah.

Fuck, dude.

Hey, yo, yo, what's up? Hey, where the party at?

Hey, no, man, no party tonight. We're just heading home.

Hey, do I know you? Where you from?

Yeah, I know you. Luke's brother, right?

Fuck.

Richie, we don't want any trouble, man.

Yeah, tell it to your bitch ass brother then.

Remember what I said.

Look, whatever beef you and Luke got,

I ain't with that shit.

- Where you going? - Wait, Richie.

Fuck, where you going?

Here he is, nephew. Time to check in.

Time to get that payback.

Please, no. Please!

Quick and easy. Just poke him.

Come on! Stick him! For your mom!

His family laced that shit on purpose to get at us!

Wait, please. Please!

Shut the fuck up. I'll break your neck.

Come on. Do it.

Listen. Stop!

Whatever my brother did, I'm sorry.

They fucking killed her.

Stop. Stop.

One more! One more.

Hey.

You all right? You good?

Fuck D.E.P!

Right, so who's out shanking kids

who aren't even banging? Hey, we gotta go.

Yeah.

He's not saying much. Says his memory's foggy.

Oh.

Your friend's likely gonna die on his way to the hospital,

but snitches get stitches, right?

Teddy.

You call yourself a man?

It was Chelsea's kid.

Richie?

He was there, but he didn't hold the knife.

Albert?

Yeah.

You sure it wasn't Richie?

You really think I'd mistake that animal

for someone else?

Richie held him in place while the other kid

fucking stabbed him.

Initiation?

What do you think?

All right, hang back here for a sec.

Looks like he's finally following in

his brother's footsteps.

Looks like a gang initiation.

For who?

The Nation.

Who's the new addition?

I don't know, but it sounds like

Richie's back in town though.

Richie Blacklance?

When did he get out?

Over a week ago now. Last I heard,

he was the Nation's enforcer in the city.

Shit, he's probably involved with killing that cop up there.

He's gonna link up with his crew.

We should get eyes on Bull, on, uh, on T-Boy.

Yeah, he may have come back for Brad's funeral

or maybe for Luke. There's bad blood there.

So again, who were they initiating?

Luke, stop! Don't make me overreact.

How you doing, Luke?

- I'm all right, officer. - Yeah?

So what are you doing on this side of town at this hour?

- Just visiting some friends. - Quit your bullshit.

What happens if I turn you upside down right now, huh?

You wanna bet a burner falls out?

Stop fucking around.

I just saw your brother

before he got lifted to the city.

You should be driving there, not here.

He's a fucking civilian.

He's not involved in this shit. They crossed the line.

You know who's in that house right now?

Chelsea and Elan Graves' two little boys.

Now, who are you looking to clap up to get even?

I'm not looking for them.

Yeah?

Who do you expect to be in that house, tough guy?

- The other one. - Richie?

She'd kill Richie before he got any closer

to that house than you and I are right now.

What? What's so goddamn funny?

Richie will get his.

He wants to blame me for his sister OD'ing?

Fine, I'm ready. I know the game.

It's his nephew that got involved

when he shouldn't have.

Put in dirt, you ain't innocent anymore.

This won't stop what's coming.

If I see you anywhere near here again,

I am putting you down, no warning,

and I'll plant this fucking thing

on your corpse, I swear to God.

It's like that?

It's like that.

Maybe you'll catch on someday that I am trying

to stop this bullshit going in endless circles.

I'll be sure to let the boys know you're picking sides.

I don't give a shit what you tell

your dopey meth-head dwarfs.

If anyone fucks with Chelsea or Albert, I'll kill all of you.

Am I free to go, officer?

You go and get out of here.

Be sure to tell Chelsea,

don't bother putting her black wardrobe up.

What the fuck was that? Why isn't he in handcuffs?

The only way to control his crew and this town

is through him. If we put him in the bin,

we lose all line of communication,

and that house gets shot up or-- or burned down

with those boys in it.

Line of communication? What the fuck?

Everyone knows Albert did the stabbing.

We can't go around defending every family

of shithead kids getting mixed up in gangs.

You think the same kid polishing his boots

stabbed that boy?

It doesn't matter!

We just took a gun off of a gang member

who was on his way to assassinate a rival

and we let him go.

All right, this isn't about good pinches, or--

or good charges, or-- or career progression.

This is about stopping this shit,

even if it's just for a night.

Charges do that. Prison does that.

What prison would do to Albert

would just mean more killing in 5 or 10 years.

It stops nothing.

Did you find him?

Who?

Albert.

I called the station about him.

He-- he-- he said he was going out with his friend Leon

and then, and-- and then he-- he hasn't come home yet.

So I-- I called Leon's parents and-- and he--

He never went there.

What, Teddy?

Some boys got jumped tonight.

Luke's brother Steven got stabbed.

They say they saw Richie.

And they said Albert was there too.

Now, you need to call me if he comes home, all right,

'cause we're gonna be out there looking for him.

All right, Chelsea. Chelsea, stop. Stop.

Stop it, Chelsea.

No!

Okay?

All right, all right, listen to me.

Look at me, look at me.

You need to stay here.

You have those boys you have to look after.

And I need someone here in case he comes back.

You call me directly. Okay?

He wouldn't hurt anyone. He would only hurt himself.

I know. I know.

You-- you bring him home to me!

You don't bring him to the station.

You bring him home!

This is cheating.

Yo! Turn that shit down. If you wanna party,

you can find someplace else to crash.

Or spend the night in the trunk.

My bad. My bad, little man.

You got lucky.

I'm gonna head out for a smoke.

You mean a cigarette, right? Don't bring that other shit

- around my house. - Yeah, yeah.

Police!

Police! Police!

Get inside now. Go, go, go! Go, go!

Move! Get inside! Get inside!

Lay down on the ground.

man!

The fuck, man!

Oh, it's too tight, man!

Out of your jurisdiction, ain't you?

Oh, too tight, man!

Sup, Bull?

Same old same.

Just another day on the res, huh?

Day in, day out.

Is this your boy?

We're clear.

You're good, man. Just come with me.

You good. You don't need to see this.

Come on. It'll be all right.

Hey, hey. Not you, Momma. Sit down.

Crew's had a busy night. You out shankin' civilians now?

I'm just hanging with the family.

Don't fuckin' lie to me.

Where's your boy Richie?

No idea, Officer Dumphrey.

Fuck you lookin' for over there?

Ain't shit over there, man.

Ow! What the fuck!

Shut your mouth!

You want C.P.S. up here on a child welfare notice?

Sit down.

God damn, when will you people fucking learn, huh?

Fuck are you? What is your name?

I don't believe we've had the pleasure.

I'm not from around here.

He asked for your name, dip shit.

Simon. Simon Ambrose.

- How old? - 30.

Where are you from, Simon Ambrose?

Wyoming. Wind River.

Are you lying to me about your name, Simon?

No, officer.

'Cause when I'm standing in a res flophouse

and I'm looking for some wanted drag Indians,

and I meet some random ass, half-breed white boy

who says he's from Wind River,

then I have my doubts.

All right, what's his name?

Here, stand up. Stand up.

What's his name?

Deputy, how's this house look to you?

It's fucking disgusting.

It's not fit for a child.

That's what the report will say.

Sterling Gambler.

Hey, the truth comes out!

You're under arrest for assault and obstruction.

I didn't assault anybody, man.

I don't know how they do it in the big city.

But when I see a girl this badly beat,

the drunk gang bangers with her are usually gettin' booked.

Ain't nobody beat motherfucker. Get the fuck off me.

Leave me. Hey, you motherfucker!

Fuck no, you didn't just hit me?

Is that all you got

Fuckin' bring it!

I'll kill you, motherfucker!

You look tired, Teddy.

Been working some long days.

Not getting enough sleep.

That's not what I meant. You look spent.

Wore out, like my boots.

Trying to keep this place from eating itself.

Hadn't been this bad since back when...

Probably been that long since I slept through a night.

From nowhere we came, from nowhere we go.

That is the breath of the buffalo

in the wintertime.

What?

You come see me and didn't expect some wisdom?

We've been down before.

Truth is,

you single-handedly set the whole tribe back.

It wasn't that scumbag pedophile

or what he did to the kids or anything.

It was your dumbass fault.

You believe that shit?

That the shit you tell yourself?

Jesus, Teddy. Get some sleep.

Take a vacation. Dyani will thank me.

Your life is worth more than those days.

Okay, so how do we get out of this?

I gotta work soon.

They'll move.

I swear to God I've not seen so much

bison shit in all my life.

I mean, my God.

It's a lot.

All right, I'm off. Where's Mom?

She's out front, I think.

Hey, come here.

What?

Come here. Give your pops a hug.

Dad, you're hilarious.

You would have done the exact same shit.

- I never would have done that. - Yes, you would have.

- In a million years. - Absolutely.

All right. Great work last night, guys.

You ended up grabbing Sterling before his city warrant

even came across my desk.

He's already on his way back.

Now, that leaves us with Richie Blacklance.

Now last night, Richie was involved

in the stabbing incident on the res,

so he's not here to lie low, and his crew

ain't gonna roll on him.

And that is exactly why we can't trust Tribal

to deal with this shit bird appropriately.

We should have a car outside Richie's mom's house.

- All right, listen. - She's gotta know something.

I'm already dealing with enough blowback

from Tribal and the feds about last night.

We caught a triple murderer.

So we'll handle this, but it's walking a fine line.

- Cop killer. - Bureaucratic bullshit.

- Guy had a family. - We know he's here.

- We need to hunt him down. - All right, everybody.

We have the resources, that if we find Richie,

we can do this as safely as possible.

Getting cuffs on him isn't worth any of you getting hurt.

So stay in pairs, know where you're at,

know where your backup is. All right, that's it.

Dismissed. Hey, stay safe out there.

I already know what you're gonna say.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Not even a heads up, huh? That's cool.

Honestly, if this whole thing gets wrapped up

and no one else gets killed, I could give a shit.

Teddy, are we sure about Chelsea?

She wants nothing to do with Richie.

She still blames him for Leanne's overdose.

Well, what do you think?

Richie was using back then.

Rumor was Luke had his dealer sell him a hot shot,

trying to take him out.

Richie's sister, Leanne, she got ahold of it.

Richie blames Luke, Luke denies it.

But the dealer who supplied him that hot shot

that killed Leanne,

he's the 1-8-7 out in the city.

What's that tell ya?

That he's here to wreak havoc.

You know, having Richie in county

is like igniting a powder keg.

Look, I don't need an officer-involved shooting.

I'm sure you don't want one on your side either.

Who's that?

Uh, some girl.

She was getting passed around and beaten up last night

by, uh, Bull and Sterling Gambler.

Jake's sister, Angel?

She's Bull's lady, she didn't get passed around.

Uh, she wouldn't give us a statement,

and she's got outstanding warrants with us.

So, she's gonna be sitting pretty

until her bail hearing tomorrow.

Jesus, look what they did to you.

Your boy okay?

I don't know. Is he?

They took him.

I may lose him.

You won't lose him. I'll look into it.

You have my word. But I need your help.

I need to know where Richie and Albert are laying low.

I'm trying to help that kid. There's still time for him.

But it's better if I find Albert

before these deputies.

Damn, okay.

Do you remember all the cadence calls

we used to have to do in here?

Yeah, I remember.

We should bring my friend Leon

and paintball this whole place up.

Can't be bringing anyone around.

Not while I'm here.

Why?

I got people looking for me.

There's probably some people looking for you too now.

Albert, come here.

Oh, I wish I would've known about Brad.

I would've--

I would've done this all different.

I would've come home to look after him.

I'm glad I still have time to look after you.

Make you strong.

'Cause if you're not strong, your mind will fuck with you.

Brain can betray you, you know?

That's why Brad did what he did.

You know what this is? You been here before?

Yeah.

Shit like this happens when you're weak.

When you're weak,

motherfuckers say they're gonna help you.

When really, they just wanna use you.

You can't trust anyone, nephew.

That cop, Teddy. The Chief.

White men in blue disguises.

They want you to feel shame for your bloodline,

for your warrior spirit.

They call it gangs? They call it criminal?

Man, that's the white man's laws, not ours!

You hear me?

This ain't gang shit! This is fucking family.

This ain't crazy.

It's the most sanity this world has fucking shown us

in a long time.

They call us monsters?

Fine.

Monsters survive.

See that?

There's some things you need to know about Richie.

He's been a shooter long before this thing in the city.

He is cold fucking blooded.

If he is in there, and if he does anything

other than to cooperate, you don't hesitate.

Copy.

Sandra.

Do not give him the benefit of the doubt.

He will kill you.

Put him down, and you don't even give him

a chance to think about it. You hear me?

And Albert?

We're here to save that boy,

but only after we get him out of here

and only after we get rid of Richie.

Check these.

You hungry at all?

Yeah. Starving, actually.

Same.

Man, I could go for a double cheeseburger, man.

Whoa, what the fuck? Fuck is that?

Shit, he's here.

I fucking knew it.

You're right. Teddy's car's over there.

- Let's get going. - Yeah, let's do it.

- What do you see? - It's, uh...

Shit, it's cops.

How many?

Two.

They're coming up right now.

Stay in here. We're leaving soon.

I'll come get you, all right?

You do exactly as I say.

Exactly.

Son, I am trying to save your fucking life.

You wanna see your grandma again,

or do you want her crying over your corpse too?

Okay. Okay.

Phil? Phil, sound off!

Richie!

Darius, look out!

Take him back, get him out of here.

Go, go, go!

Hey, Teddy, is that you?

Yeah, Richie, it's me.

I'm glad.

Damn, I'm on a roll.

You guys kind of suck at your job.

I'm ready to go. Are you?

Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.

I heard you used to get down.

Now you just get down with chomos, though, huh?

Why don't you go sit on that couch

and kill yourself, too?

I think you owe that to us.

You gonna blame me for you being a psychopath,

Richie, huh?

Bad man touched you funny, so now you gotta be

- a big, bad gangster? - Fuck you!

Murderer to undo all that man loving?

It's-- it's okay. It's-- it's okay.

Say hi to Coach for me.

At least one officer down. I need help here immediately.

Two officers down. I need ambulances.

Yoo-hoo.

Shit. God damn!

Woo-hoo!

If you come in here, I'm fucking killing you!

Oh, you scary.

The cavalry's coming!

You might as well get the fuck outta here!

Cavalry?

Hey, that's cold, yo.

The police response out here is jack shit,

even when it's the pig calling.

What should I do with Teddy, though?

Take him with me or just twist this wannabe

native's cap back?

Teddy! Teddy, are you okay?

He can't really talk right now.

Oh, you should come out and see him.

He was pleading with me.

"Please. Please, I have a son."

You-- you should just-- just use the window.

I won't say shit. Just-- just go.

You're just-- you're scrappy, aren't you?

Yeah, go sleep. I fucking got you.

I did.

Richie!

Oh, fuck.

Richie! Richie!

Richie!

Richie!

It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay.

D.E.P Gang Member: Come on. Let's go.

D.E.P Gang Member: Jake, let's do it.

Teddy was a good man. He was here for our people.