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- I went out with Darnell last night.

We was partying with Bobby the Beast.

- For real? The Champ? - Niles Monroe--

he's alive. - Are you sure?

I saw them cover him up with a sheet.

- The safest place for Vincent is with you and your family.

We're not safe as long as we're together.

- Vani ain't no joke, so if we do this,

we gotta be seamless as the last operation.

- Where the money? - Whoa!

Jackpot.

- You must really love your mother.

Of course I love my mother.

I'm gonna donate my kidney to you, Mama.

- If you don't tell him, I will.

You wouldn't.

- Remember me? - Aah!

- No, no, no, no, no! - Somebody help!

Hello?

What up, Miss P?

You miss me yet?

I should be asking you that.

- Look, I'm calling you, ain't I?

Listen, I--um, just wondering if you wanted to, you know,

have a little dinner tonight, maybe we do some dancing

and then you know?

Let shit get weird. I don't know.

- I'll think about it. - You gonna think about it?

What's there to think about?

- Well, I can go out with you. - Uh-huh.

Or I can go out with K Rock.

K--K Rock the rapper, K Rock?

- Yeah, he wants me to go with him

to some movie premiere tonight.

- Wow, okay. - But I gotta go.

I'll call you later and let you know.

Listen, let me--hello?

You late.

Well, it takes a minute to look this good this early.

Now why the hell you got me out here?

Come on. You'll see.

I got something to show you.

Hope you're taking me to Niles' grave.

- No. I told you Niles is a ghost, a total dead end.

And I don't mean dead in a grave.

- Yeah, well, that's why you're supposed to find Uncle Willie.

- Well, I'm pretty damn good at my job.

Willie Monroe is right here.

He's fucking dead?

Damn sure looks like it.

And you can see he's been dead for two years.

Death certificate said COVID took him out.

So there's no way he could have helped Niles.

Okay, then who?

Oh!

Shit!

Who the hell is that?

It had to be Niles.

Niles?

That motherfucker tried to kill us?

- If he wanted us dead at this range, we'd be dead.

- Look, we gotta go home and tell Uncle L.C.

- No, he's always cleaning up my messes.

This is my mess. I got it.

Hey.

Where you headed?

To see a friend.

You wanna beat someone like Niles,

you gotta think like him.

Yeah.

It looks good.

I see you didn't wait for me to join you.

- Well, I figured, what the hell?

You don't sit long enough to eat anyway.

You don't like being seen in public with me, remember?

Ah. You have a point there.

So why are we here, K.D., other than the fact

that you probably want me to pay for your breakfast

or your boys bust another shipment of heroin?

Cut the crap, L.C.

I'm not stupid.

I know it was you who killed Spike.

And?

And?

And what the fuck are you doing?

- Well, I told you I would handle them, didn't I?

So what's the problem?

- Well, the problem is, killing somebody ain't handling it.

As a matter of fact, it makes this shit a whole lot worse.

And you have the audacity to sit there

like it ain't no big deal.

It's not. Not anymore.

Spike and Jonah are dead.

Oh, I see.

So now you just expect that your problems are gonna, phew,

disappear like magic?

Well, what about Catfish? Hmm?

What about his boss and cousin, the senator?

Did you forget who we're dealing with here?

These aren't stupid people, L.C.

They're not your average gangsters, and you know it.

- Look, I haven't forgotten shit.

I'm no longer running scared either.

Yeah, okay.

I get that. I do.

You killing Jonah, well, that's

'cause he backed you into a corner.

And let's just say that Spike was necessary, okay?

But you can't keep killing people.

And I sure as hell can't keep covering it up for you.

Sooner or later, this is gonna come back and bite us.

- Yeah. Okay, I know that, K.D.

So I have a plan.

Oh. You got a plan?

Well, goody.

So maybe you'd like to fill me in on your fucking plan.

'Cause I'll tell you, L.C., I'm getting a little scared.

I am, and I'm not a man who scares easily.

- Listen--in due time. Okay?

I need you to trust me on this, okay?

Like I said, I have a plan.

Yeah.

I joined your table because I saw the monetary value

in it for me.

It's supposed to be my retirement.

If I keep fucking around with you,

I'm gonna need an insurance policy

instead of an AARP card.

Now tell me your fucking plan.

- I can't do that. - What?

Why the hell not?

- Because what I'm planning is complicated,

and I don't need you overthinking things

and getting cold feet.

Listen.

I'll be in touch.

- Now, Donna, you're sure of this?

- I'm sure. - Absolutely?

Dominique, I need for you to make certain

that things go the way that they should.

Have I ever let you down?

No, you have not.

But it's not you that I'm worried about.

She's fine.

We'll see.

Yeah.

Hello, Antonio. It's me.

- Ruby. - Yeah.

I understand you were looking for Vinny.

- Yeah, I suppose that you're calling me up

to tell me that you haven't seen him

or maybe he's just stepped out.

So why don't we just cut the shit and get to it, Ruby?

What's up? - I know where Vinny is.

Oh yeah? Where is he?

He's dead.

- That bastard Orlando Duncan killed him, didn't he?

I did.

Ruby, you're lying.

You loved the guy. He loved your kid.

Why would you do that?

- Because he's a controlling son of a bitch,

and you know it.

I never loved Vinny. I only married him

'cause that's what my brother wanted.

- Even if that's true, that's not enough reason to kill him.

You could have just left him, Ruby.

No, that's not true.

You know if I left, he would have killed me.

So I killed him first.

- I need you to tell me where the body is

because I would like to bury him.

He's near a riverbank.

I'll send you his location.

He's wrapped up in a rug.

Ruby...

listen to me carefully, please.

If what you're telling me is true,

then you know that I am gonna have to come after you, yes?

Catch me if you can.

Okay.

- Take me back to the villa, please.

- Gentlemen, your cars have arrived.

- This has been an intriguing trip.

Much has been accomplished, but I need to get back

to the Brotherhood and the rest of my flock.

- Yeah, I hold the same sentiments, Alejandro.

You have been a most gracious host.

I look forward to our future endeavors.

But right now,

I hear Barcelona calling my name.

How about you, Junior?

You looking forward to getting back home?

I do.

Not because I'm homesick--

because I can't wait to get back to work.

Gentlemen.

Thank you, my love.

- What have you three been up to?

- Well, Dominique suggested that Antonio and I talk

to iron out our differences.

How'd that work out?

- Well, I think that we've come to a equitable understanding.

- We have, as long as your mother holds up

to her end of the bargain.

- Which I will, first opportunity I get.

We'll see.

- Antonio, I don't think me flying back with you

is a good idea.

I'm gonna head back home with my mother.

- No, no, no. You don't have to do that.

You have a lot to do here.

Your mother's fine. She's a big girl.

She doesn't need for you to act as her bodyguard.

Don't worry about it.

- That's not what I'm saying. - What are you saying?

- I'd just rather be there when she takes care of Ruby.

That's been changed.

She's not taking care of Ruby.

- It has? - Mm-hmm.

Since when?

You made it very clear that she had to make her bones.

She does, and she will.

But not with Ruby.

I wanna handle Ruby myself.

Alejandro, thank you for hosting us.

Salud.

Salud.

Get over here.

Salud.

Welcome back, O.

- Thanks, Rob. - Yeah, good to see you.

Yeah.

I see you brought little man with you.

Yeah.

He's gonna be staying with us for a while.

- Okay. - Where's my mother?

Inside with Aunt Nee Nee.

All right, cool.

Let's go. - All right.

Vincent's growing up.

- Yeah, I remember when little man was born.

Yeah.

Ma, are you here?

- Yeah, babe. I'm in the kitchen.

- Come on out. I got a surprise for you.

- And what kind of a surprise you got for me?

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God. Look how big you've gotten.

Now this is a surprise.

Do you know who that is?

This is my grandma.

- Oh, you remember her. both: Aw.

- That's right. I'm your grandma.

And do you know who this is?

- Aunt Nee Nee. - Aw.

And look at this baby looking just like his daddy.

Ah.

Hi there.

Hey, hold on. Hold on.

- Why the hell are you sneaking up on me in here?

- Sneak up? I'm not sneaking up on you.

I saw you walk in. I came in here to talk.

- Well, this is no place for a conversation.

- It's a very fine place for a conversation,

if you're in trouble.

And I'm the one here trying to help.

Help how?

- I'm trying to protect my new investment.

- Your investment? - Yeah, that's right.

I've got an investment in you and your daddy

and that Table you put together.

I don't need to see it falling apart.

I've only got a couple of years before my retirement.

- And what makes you think it's falling apart?

- Well, in a nutshell, because your daddy

has lost his fucking mind.

And I was hoping I could reason with you because he's--

he's off the deep end.

- What the fuck are you talking about?

- You're not in on this, are you?

In on what?

- Get some clothes on. We'll go outside. You're right.

This isn't the place for this conversation.

- No. First off, tell me what the fuck is going on, okay?

And I don't have any time for your jokes or games, K.D.

I am not joking, son.

Your daddy is picking off the Dixie Mafia one by one.

- Well, first of all, I do not believe a word you're saying.

Second, why the hell would he do any of that?

- For any reason a loving father would--

to protect his family. - What?

- Yeah, now get some clothes on.

I'm sure this place has a very fine restaurant.

You can buy me a drink, and I'll explain everything.

- Aunt Nee Nee's chocolate chip cookies.

Would you like some? - Come on, Ma.

I gotta talk to you. - Okay.

So? - Listen.

- What's going on, honey? - Yeah.

Clearly, Ruby is not here with us.

- Yeah. - But she is safe.

I thought since the Dashes were out looking for her,

it was best to bring him here with us.

So the family can protect him.

- Great choice, baby. Yeah.

And no one is gonna dare touch a hair

on that beautiful head.

- Not gonna happen. - Not gonna happen.

And every day is gonna be like Christmas.

Yeah.

I know--I know you gonna spoil him.

Oh, baby.

Mm. That is some good salsa.

- Can you stop eating long enough

to tell me how to fix this?

I don't think you can fix it.

Not with the way L.C.'s got it stirred up.

And it's only a matter of time for them good old boys

down in the Dixie Mafia to figure out what's going on.

And when they do, Jesse,

the shit is gonna hit the fan.

- Then why the fuck are we still sitting here?

Because I'm scared.

And your daddy picking 'em off one by one is why.

He won't listen to reason.

You're the only one I thought I could talk to.

If he kills one more person, we are totally fucked.

Maybe we should let him.

Pop keeps picking them off,

maybe soon we don't have a problem.

- Does crazy run in your family?

Even your old man knows this ain't gonna work.

The Dixie Mafia is run by a sitting senator.

You don't fight the government.

This senator is not somebody you fuck with.

And your daddy is killing the man's family.

Then what do you suggest?

What would you do if you were in my shoes?

- Why don't you go see the senator?

Hmm? Yep. Take his temperature.

He's the one with all the power.

- If his temperature's too high, what then?

Well, then you're gonna have

to really talk to him.

And say what?

My pops is killing all your people,

but I wanna cut a side deal?

No, no, no, no, no.

I wouldn't go that far.

But he is a politician.

And he has aspirations for being the president

of the United States someday.

I don't think he'd say no to you promising the Black vote,

or at least promising you could disrupt it.

You know what you're saying?

You're asking us to sell out our people.

- I didn't say it was gonna be easy, son.

Give me, uh, one second.

Mr. Duncan, how are you?

I'm fine, Mr. Johnson.

Please call me L.C.

L.C.

Have a seat. - Thank you.

- You can just call me Christopher.

Okay.

- Now, you've gone to great lengths to secure this meeting.

And our mutual friend lets me know

that you're a man that I should respect

and definitely should take seriously.

So what exactly can I do for you, L.C.?

- Well, Christopher, to be quite frank,

I need your help.

And in the process,

I think I can help you and your friends.

- I'm liking the sound of that already.

Why don't you let me know

exactly what you have in mind, L.C.?

- Well, it's obvious to, I believe, everyone

that your candidate needs help.

- Your companion isn't joining you and traveling with you

to New York, Brother Minister?

- No, Brother T left earlier this morning.

I needed him to take care of some things before I returned.

I see.

Well, I'm glad you opted to remain.

It says a lot about your commitment to the group.

- I appreciate that sentiment, Donna.

Being here and, um, being a part of this alliance

has been quite eye opening.

- Oh, Brother Minister,

it's been more eye opening for all of us.

Hey, Rob, C-Note.

- Mornin'. - Hey, you guys seen Pop?

- I saw him earlier getting into his other car.

I tried to stop him, but he ghosted me.

- Ghosted you? - Yeah.

He's been doing that a lot lately.

- But you're the head of security,

and you're his bodyguard.

You both should know where he is at all times.

- I know that, but lately your dad's been asking us

not to do our jobs.

What do you mean?

- Between us, your dad's been missing for hours at a time

the last couple of weeks, offers no explanation.

We know better than to ask for one.

We don't know what's going on, but we know it can't be good.

No, it can't be.

All right. Thanks.

I'll take it from here.

- That's a bird. What color you wanna make it?

- Hey. - Brown?

Oh, hey, baby.

- Hey. - Look, it is Uncle Vegas!

- Hey, Ma. - Hi, sweet pea.

Ugh!

Mm. - Hey, little man.

How's my favorite nephew? - Hi, Uncle Vegas.

Oh, my God.

Oh.

- What's up, Vegas? - Man, good to have you back.

It's good to be back.

- Hey, Ma? - Yes, baby.

Do you know where Pop is?

No, but, um, when he left,

he said he wouldn't be home until late.

Huh.

Um, you know what?

Vincent, why don't we go and have one more cookie

and one more scoop of ice cream?

What do you say? - Yay.

- Yay! Come on, baby.

You know the way now. Lead the way.

Come on, Aunt Nee Nee. - All right.

- O, I need you to take a ride with me.

- Come on, Vegas. Can't it wait until tomorrow?

I just got back. I gotta get little man settled--

- Yeah, yeah, I understand, but this is important.

It involves Pop.

- Okay, okay. What's going on now?

- I'll let you on the way. We gotta go.

Look, look, look.

I wouldn't be stressing this if I wasn't so serious.

And I'm sure Vincent'll be fine with Mom and Aunt Nee Nee.

But we gotta go.

Ma!

Yeah, baby?

Yeah?

- I gotta go somewhere with Vegas for a little while.

Is it possible you can watch him until I get back?

- Of course, honey. Come on now.

That's my grandson. Of course.

Take your time. Yeah?

Love you. Mm. - Okay. Love you too.

- Love you. - Love you too. All right.

- Everything good? - Yeah.

- Oh, yeah. - Oh, okay. All right.

Love you.

- Yes, baby? - Thank you.

- Oh, honey! It's my grandbaby.

Of course.

We gotta come right back.

I gotta give him his medicine

before he goes to bed.

We'll be back later.

I promise.

Now let's go. Come on.

- Shouldn't we remain on the highway?

Car trouble.

- Tell you what, if you don't make this any harder for me,

then I won't make it even harder for you.

Get out of the car.

I said get your trifling unholy behind out this car right now.

Let's go.

I don't understand.

What is this all about?

Come now, Brother Minister.

We all agreed it was time for me to make my bones, remember?

- But Ruby was to be the target.

I've done nothing to cause anyone to harm me.

I beg to differ.

The little errand that you sent your companion on

is certainly a just cause.

You are the traitor.

Hey, Ma. You okay?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm fine, baby.

I just came out to get a little air.

I refuse to let Antonio

and his so-called associates intimidate me.

I got this.

- Yeah, you do. - Mm-hmm, I do.

Now you need to get back in there.

'Cause the last thing we need is for them thinking

you needed to come out here and check on me, right?

Go. - All right.

Brother T, listen.

I need you to get to the city.

Get to L.C. to warn him

of the danger to his family that is taking place.

- Yes, Minister. - Time is of the essence.

I'll get word to Brother Elijah to greet you then.

But Brother Minister,

I shouldn't leave you alone unattended.

Oh, don't worry about me.

Just make sure that L.C. is made aware.

Mm.

What do you want?

Uncle Rio.

I got something you are not gonna believe.

- Nevada, what time is it?

A little after 2:00 p.m.

- Good, that usually means I have two more hours of sleep.

This better be good.

You tell me.

I got a Google Alert on that guy

Brandon you've been looking for.

Google Alert?

What's it say?

He's dead.

- Who's dead? - Brandon Jackson.

Get the fuck out of here.

How? - No idea.

But based on where they found his body and the fact

that he suffered multiple gunshot wounds,

I'd bet it probably has something to do

with drugs, gangs, or both.

Oh, that is some crazy shit.

Brandon Jackson.

I know, right?

And look at this.

His funeral's tomorrow.

There's the obituary.

Damn.

I guess Brandon found out the hard way that karma's a bitch.

And I just gotta figure out where to find his partner.

Oh, trust me.

I got some ideas.

Catch you later.

You know what, Vegas?

I think it's unnecessary to drive seven hours.

This is crazy. - Yeah, maybe.

But we got no other choice.

Pop is up to something, and we need to get to the bottom of it

before the shit hits the fan.

Shit like what?

How do we even know we can trust K.D.?

Yeah. We don't.

But my gut is telling me he's our only hope.

My gut hasn't been wrong yet.

Have you tried to call Pop?

I tried to call him all day.

He ain't answering.

- Well, maybe he's in a meeting at the office.

Maybe we should have gone there first.

- No, he's not at the dealership. I tried there.

Let me guess.

He ain't answering your calls neither.

He'll call me right back.

I'm sure he will.

But for now, we're going to Virginia.

- Yeah, we got in the area about 30 minutes ago.

Cool.

I just sent the address where he's at.

Did you get it?

Yep, just got it.

Thanks, cuz.

No problem.

Look, I wish I could have rode with you, man,

but I'm here handling something with your sister.

Yeah, no worries.

O's with me. We're good.

A'ight, well, let me know if you find anything out.

And, Vegas...

Yeah?

These dudes are no joke, man.

So make sure you stay alert at all times.

Yeah, I know.

Thanks, Curtis.

All right.

- Looks like we're fairly close.

- Yeah, that's if he gave us the right directions.

Look, come on, Vegas. Seriously.

Like, let's think about this. Shouldn't we call Pop

instead of venturing into a place we don't know

just because Curtis gave us some directions?

- Look, I tried calling Pop, and I got nowhere.

And Curtis is the most informative resource I have.

Next to Nevada, he can find almost anybody anywhere.

- Yeah, funny how he couldn't find his father

when we needed him to.

- I know you two are not the best of friends,

but he's still family,

and he's still resourceful as hell.

So just give him a break, please.

- Well, it looks like your resource directed us

to a empty-ass warehouse.

Look at this place. It looks fucking empty, Vegas.

Yeah.

This is the spot too.

Maybe we should--

look, right there,

on the side of that building.

Hmm.

Odd place for a luxury vehicle to be parked, isn't it?

- Yeah. - Mm.

Looks like our resource was correct.

Yeah, we'll see.

New batch, boys.

- Better than last week, I promise.

Huh?

You got a problem, homes?

You appear to be lost.

Nah, I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.

And if you know like I know, you gotta keep moving.

You don't wanna do that.

It won't end well for you.

You're wrong.

No, he's right.

Wanna do the honors or should I?

Neither.

Let's show him some grace.

- Because I'm sure this young man understands

that if he ever comes back to this neighborhood

and tries doing this again,

he will not receive a second chance.

Do you understand?

Good. Now go.

That was fun.

Thanks for the assist, Paris.

But you know I had everything under control, right?

- Oh, no, no, no. I know you had it.

I know you don't need my help, but I like

to make a grand entrance.

- That you did. - Hi.

Hi. Great to see you.

Yeah.

- I guess kicking drug dealers off the block

is kind of oxymoronic,

especially since the Brotherhood is now

in the business of protecting the Table.

But I still have to protect our neighborhoods.

No judgment.

And I get it.

- What are you doing in my neck of the woods anyway?

- I actually need your help with something.

And I need to talk.

- Should we grab a coffee? - Yeah.

Please.

So did you take care of it? - You know I did.

Of course.

So what's going on?

- I am looking for someone who, uh, doesn't wanna be found,

someone in our area of expertise,

if you know what I mean.

Who's that?

Niles Monroe.

Niles Monroe.

That's a name I haven't heard in a couple of months.

- Do you know where he could be?

- Not really. Like I said,

it's been a minute since I heard anything about him.

- What's the last thing you've heard?

- That he was about to be hired by Señor Cruz.

- Why would Señor Cruz need to hire Niles?

- From what I was told, he wanted to hire Niles

to kill the man who killed his son.

But that was a couple of months ago.

Okay.

- Can I ask you a question, Paris?

Yeah.

- Why are you looking for Niles?

Is it business or personal?

Does it matter?

- Not really, but you and I both know

that finding Niles Monroe will not be an easy task,

especially when he doesn't wanna be found.

- Yeah, it might not be easy, but it won't be impossible.

Thank you, Elijah.

You're welcome, Paris.

But tread lightly, and be safe.

- I'll have a lot of security where I'll be.

I'll be fine.

Man, who is that?

What's up, Roman? - What's up--

- Trying to get out tonight, baby?

Huh? Come on. - No, I, um--

Darnell ain't picking up my phone calls.

Is, uh--is he here? - Oh, yeah.

He here, man. He upstairs.

Man, he knocking down this little chick he met.

- Word. How long you think it be till he done?

- Could be two to five minutes, could be two to three hours.

It just depend on what he into.

- Word, word. - You know what I'm saying?

- Word. - You good?

Yeah, I'm good.

I appreciate you asking. - Yeah, yeah.

- You think I should wait for him?

You right. - Come on.

Come on, bro. - Yeah.

A'ight, man. I'll catch you. - Oh, yeah.

You sure you straight?

- Yeah, I'm good. - Okay. All right.

You sure you don't wanna get out, man?

It's gonna be wild tonight.

It's gonna get ignorant. - Maybe next time.

A'ight. Suit yourself.

- Make sure Darnell call me, all right?

- All right. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah.

I got you. I got you.

All right.

I like that jacket, boy.

Nice.

- What's up, bro? I heard you came by earlier.

- Yeah, bro, it's about Brandon.

I heard. He's dead.

The fuck were y'all doing, man?

What were y'all thinking, handling that job like that?

You should have laid him down.

Bro, it wasn't me.

I told Brandon to finish him off.

But...

Shit, obviously, he let Vani live.

- Yeah, and he took a souvenir too.

Yeah, I heard.

Word out is, Vani saw him at the hospital

and saw his custom-made timepiece

glistening on Brandon's arm.

Now how stupid can a motherfucker be, man?

Shit.

I don't know, bro.

Yo, I need somewhere to lay low.

You got me, right?

Listen, man.

I already extended a olive branch

by giving you a job that both of y'all

fucked up tremendously.

I can't have this type of blowback coming to me.

And I can't bring this heat to Bobby, bro.

I'm sorry, bro, but you're on your own on this one.

Hey, bro, make sure you watch your back.

And stay strapped.

It's about to get hot out there.

Appreciate it.

Fuck!

Shit.

Warrior Vincent!

Whoo!

Mimi!

Fight!

You both have won!

Great job. Great job.

There you go. That's what I wanna see.

That's what I wanna see.

Yeah, great competition.

Give me some hugs. Give me some hugs.

I love you so much.

- Oh, hi! - Come with Nee Nee.

Good.

Good job.

- Is this now--oh. - High five.

- Oh, my God. - What?

Is everything all right? - Ugh, God.

It's L.C. Ugh.

- What? - He's upstairs.

I didn't even hear him come in.

- What? Is he sick or-- - No, I don't know.

He just wants me to hurry up and come upstairs.

- Okay. - Um, I'll be right back.

- All right. - I'll be right back, you guys.

Love you guys. - Okay.

- Let's do it again! - All right!

Let's do it again!

- All right! Let's do it again.

- What in the hell are we looking for?

A dead body.

- Antonio. - Yes.

Over there.

Okay.

Want me to check if it's him?

That's him.

She really fucking did it.

She fucking killed him.

- Just give me a minute, please.

We found her.

Let's go.

I'm all right.

L.C., where are you?

I'm in here.

L.C., is you okay?

I'm fine.

And so are you.

What?

What in the world?

You scared the mess out of me!

Jesus Christ.

- I had a long day, Chippy, and I'm sure you have too.

- No shit. - Yeah.

I figured we'd soak it off together.

- Well, it's, uh, still kind of, what, day.

And, uh, everyone is, uh, awake.

Good thing.

That way we won't wake 'em up.

So are you gonna just sit there staring at your man,

or are you gonna join me?

Yeah.

Hmm.

- Oh, what the fuck? I'm gon' join you.

Oh, oh, hell yeah.

Oh, hell yeah.

Oh, my God, I've been waiting for this one.

Whoo! Ha ha!

Hello, darling. - Hi.

Aw, shit.

- Yeah, I guess we got here too late.

Yeah, I guess so.

You think Pop did it?

- Man, I don't know what to think.

Sheriff's department!

Put the guns down!

Hands in the air!

Okay, okay, okay.

Cuff 'em.

Hands behind your back.

Come on.

Oh, Catfish.

They done killed the mayor.