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(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

Oh!

-Is this for me?
-No, that's got kale.

Ew.

(ABBY CLEARS THROAT)

-Here.
-Oh, nice.

Thank you.

-Hi.
-Mom, where are my cleats?

Outside on the porch, drying.

Are you ready?
We got to go, okay? Go on.

(FOOTSTEPS CLOMPING)

BRIAN:
Hey, you got this? You good?

-Yeah, I got this.
-Okay, well.

Are you gonna go
to a meeting later?

-AA's for quitters.
-(BRIAN CHUCKLES)

Very funny.
Okay, I got to go. Bye.

Bye.

(DOOR CLICKS)

Hey, you.

Have a great game.

Love you, okay?

(DOOR SLAMS)

-These are my old ones.
-They're the same as the others.

They're not the same.

It's just, use those.

Please? We're already late.

-I don't want to use these!
-Grace! Get in the car.

ABBY:
You're sulking.
This is supposed to be fun.

Slide over and take
your smoothie, okay?

(CAR DOOR SLAMS)

I'm not gonna play.

ABBY:
Yes, you are.

Drink your smoothie.

I hate those cleats
and I'm not gonna play!

Grace, for Christ's sakes!

There are bigger problems
in the world, yeah?

-Mommy!
-(VEHICLES CRASH)

(♪♪♪)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(VEHICLE ACCELERATES)

(♪♪♪)

BRIAN: (ON PHONE)
Hey. You at the house?

Almost.

When do you think you
guys might make it?

Uh, listen Abby, um...

I think I'm going to take Grace
to go visit my folks for a bit.

I thought we were going to spend
the weekend together up here.

BRIAN: (ON PHONE)
I never agreed to that.

Yeah, well,
we talked about it.

BRIAN: (ON PHONE)
No, and... (SIGHS)

I think you need some time
to yourself.

I do not need time to myself.
Why would you think that?

Did you get the papers?

Don't you think this is all
moving a little too fast?

Okay, we've already
talked about this.

All right, it's not--

ABBY: (ON PHONE)
When am I supposed
to see my daughter?

Okay, it's not sole custody.

All right, you'll have
supervised visitations

also if you stay sober--

Oh fuck off, Brian.

I'm going through
all the fucking steps.

Okay Abby, I don't have time
for this. I'm gonna go.

Wait, Brian.

Just come up this weekend.

ABBY: (ON PHONE)
And we'll talk.

GRACE:
Daddy, I'm ready.

Okay Abby, I gotta go.
I'll talk to you later, okay?

ABBY: (ON PHONE)
Brian, Brian, wait.

(CAR WHOOSHES)

(POLICE SIREN BLARE)

(♪♪♪)

Engine off, please.

You know how
fast you were going?

I thought I was under the limit.

No, ma'am.

License and registration.

What do you got there?

Uh, it's for pain.

I have a prescription.

-(GLOVE COMPARTMENT CLICKS)
-(PILL BOTTLE RATTLES)

You taken any of those
recently, Abigail?

No, not while driving.

DEVLIN:
Where you headed?

About ten miles past town.

You got a place up there?

My family does.

OFFICER: (OVER RADIO)
Officer Devlin,
what's your location?

DEVLIIN:
I'll tell you what.

It'll be just a
warning this time.

Thank you.

-DEVLIN: You have a good day.
-You too.

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

Let's go, get up. Let's go.
Let's go.

(♪♪♪)

(KEYS JINGLE)

(LOCK CLICKS)

(DOOR SQUEAKS)

(BUTTONS BEEPING)

(DOOR SLAMS)

(PHONE DIALLING)

BRIAN: (RECORDED NOTE)
Hi, you've reached
Brian Gardner.

I can't come to the phone
right now.

But if you leave--

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(BARN DOOR SQUEALS)

(♪♪♪)

(DOOR CLICKS, DOOR SQUEAKS)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

GRACE:
Mommy?

(♪♪♪)

ABBY:
Hi, baby.

Whoa, take it easy.

-(ABBY SCREAMS)
-BENNET: Take it easy.

-(BODY THUDS)
-(BENNET GRUNTS)

(SCREAMING) No!

(BENNET SHUSHING)
Calm the fuck down.

I let you up,
you don't do anything stupid.

(TAKING DEEP BREATHES)

BENNET:
Now get up and sit on the couch.

BENNET:
Where's the bedroom?

Hey! Where's the
fucking bedroom?

(♪♪♪)

Almost there. All right,
one, two, three.

(♪♪♪)

You got any medical supplies?

-ABBY: In the bathroom.
-Okay.

Don't leave me.

Hey, I'm gonna be gone
less than a minute.

Can I bring you anything
back from the bar, sir?

-Bourbon.
-You're too young for bourbon.

BENNET:
Let's go, let's go, let's go.

(♪♪♪)

I can just leave.

You can have the house
as long as you need.

I won't tell anyone.

-ABBY: Okay.
-BENNET: Okay.

Give it to me.
That's all you have?

-Yeah.
-Stand up, go!

(EPHRAM WHEEZING)

Okay, stay there. You sit tight.
It'll be cool.

You move,
I'll fucking shoot you.

Okay, let's take a look here.

-All right.
-(EPHRAM WHEEZING)

No, no, no, don't look,
don' t look.

ABBY:
He needs to go
to the hospital.

That's okay.

ABBY:
Did you hear me?
He needs medical attention.

If you don't get him
to a hospital, he will die.

Oh shut the fuck up!

Come here please,
put your hand on this.

Apply pressure.

Am I gonna die?

No, you're gonna be fine.

We're gonna get you some help.

Okay, let's sit him up.

Come on. One, two, three.

-(EPHRAM SCREAMING)
-BENNET: Come on, come on.

That's going to be tight,
all right?

I'm taping it in.

-Lift your hand, lift it here.
-ABBY: Yeah.

EPHRAM:
What happened?
What the fuck happened?

Sit him back down.
Sit him back down.

-(ABBY WHIMPERS)
-There you go.

EPHRAM:
They just started
shooting at us.

-They were supposed to be--
-Hey, that's enough now.

They're gonna find us here.

and they're going to kill us.

Nobody's gonna kill us.

Okay?

You got anything for pain?

-Yeah.
-(FOOTSTEPS CLOMPING)

BENNET:
Hey, hey, hold on, hold on.

Anybody else in this house?

-No.
-Are you fucking sure?

Because if
somebody sneaks up on me,

things are gonna get ugly.

-Real fast--
-There's no one else here.

Okay. Let's go.

He really needs
to get to a hospital

or he will die here.
You should call 911.

Oh, give me your phone.

We don't really have
cell reception.

Just give me the fucking phone.

What are you doing?

-(SIM CARD SNAPS)
-What?

Grief, osmosis.

SIM card, I won't destroy your
phone. You got something

for pain or what?

-Um...
-(ITEMS SHUFFLING)

-For fuck sakes, come on!
-(ITEMS CLATTER)

Jesus. What the fuck are you?

A pharmaceutical rep
or something?

-(ABBY WHIMPERS)
-I guess not.

Abigail Gardner,
what about these?

Those good for pain?

(PILL BOTTLE RATTLES,
PILLS BOTTLE THUDS)

That's way more, how many
of these can I give him?

I don't know.
Maybe three or four?

Is that how many you take it?

Let's go.

BENNET:
Hey, hold up, HOld up, hold up.

Get in.

ABBY:
What?

Get in.

-Get in.
-Okay.

(♪♪♪)

(ABBY BANGING THE DOOR)

BENNET:
Hey.

How you bearin' out?

It's a lot of blood, man.

BENNET:
You got plenty more inside you.

-(PILL BOTTLE RATTLES)
-Look what I got.

-Candy man.
-(BENNET CHUCKLES)

BENNET:
You take these, and they

are gonna make you
feel a whole lot better.

There you go
buddy, down. Come on.

There you go.

She's right.

We stay here.
I'm going to die.

I'm gonna figure this shit out.

(♪♪♪)

Oh, Christ.

(♪♪♪)

(WATER SLOSHING)

(WATER RUSHING)

(WATER SLOSHING)

(♪♪♪)

(BENNET CHUCKLES)

(♪♪♪)

I need a blanket.

(♪♪♪)

BENNET:
how you feel?

I'm cold as shit.

I'm sorry, man.

I'm just fucking scared.

You got nothing
to be sorry about.

(SCOFFS)

BENNET:
You just rest.

(SINGS LYRICS SOFTLY)

-(SINGS LYRICS SOFTLY)
-Mm-mm.

-(SINGS LYRICS SOFTLY)
-Mm-mm.

-Stop.
-You don't want me singing?

-No, I don't like it.
-No?

You voice sucks.

I see that
you're not feeling so bad.

You can't insult
my vocal talent.

EPHRAM:
You keep singing,
I'll kill myself.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

-(EPHRAM CHOCKING)
-Hey, whoa.

(BENNET SHUSHING)

(EPHRAM EXHALES)

Uh, is he...?

No. No, he's just,
he's just sleeping.

I um, I borrowed a shirt.

This your husbands?

ABBY:
Yeah.

BENNET:
Where's he at?

He's at work.

Over in Copper Harbour.

He'll be back soon.

(♪♪♪)

BENNET:
That road out there,
where's that go?

It's just a few houses
for a while.

Until you hit the 31.

And how far is that?

I don't know. Maybe ten miles?

Okay, here's
what we're going to do.

We're gonna stay here
till it gets dark,

and then I'm going
to grab him.

And then,

we're going to leave
you alone.

Take your car.

I'm gonna ask you a question.

And you give
me an honest answer.

There really anyone
else coming here?

My husband and my daughter.

Maybe, I don't--

What do you mean, you fucking
don't know?

He was coming,
and maybe he changed his mind.

I don't know.

Okay, if he comes here,
how long we got?

Probably a couple of hours.

See, here's the thing.
If he does come here...

And he decides
to do something stupid,

I'll have to hurt him.

I don't wanna hurt him.

So, you tell me,

is he the kind of guy who's
going to do something stupid?

(♪♪♪)

I don't think so.

I don't think he's very brave.

Well...

that's good. (CHUCKLES)

Bravery gets you killed.

(PLAYING PIANO)

Well that needs tuning.

You play?

I'm fucking starving.

All this shit, I forgot I
ain't eat in a couple days.

You got anything to eat?

That's what I'm talking about.

You wondering
what's in that bag?

It's a shitload of cash.

Now there is a
bag full of dreams.

Or a bag full of nightmares,

depending
on where you're standing.

ABBY:
How'd your friend get shot?

You know, I known him
since he was a little kid.

I mean,
his dad used to kick it,

and then his dad got pension.

Had to do a little time.

BENNET:
So I had to look out for him.

But, I've not been doing
a very good job of that.

You want a drink?

BENNET:
And why'd you say your
husband wasn't brave?

-I don't know.
-(BENNET CHUCKLES)

You keep telling me fibs
like that,

I'm gonna start thinking
you're not to be trusted.

Does he hit you?

This a, head thing.

No.

What the fuck's the problem?

I don't really want to talk
about this and..

I am the one
carrying the gun.

So, I do get to choose
the topic of conversation.

I don't know, I, I drink a lot.

I take some pills, too,

you know, for depression.

Yeah,

I noticed that.

-(WATER STRAINING)
-BENNET: So, what,

you got some issues
and your husband's leaving yo?

He's not leaving me.

Somebod's leaving somebody.

I mean you wouldn't be up here
all by yourself

if it weren't true.

It's just a separation.

Okay. Ever hear
of separated couples

becoming unseparated?

What's, what's,
what's your husband's name?

Brian.

Brian is Brian.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Instead of figuring out
why his lovely wife is turning

into a junkie alcoholic,
he decides to cut and run.

And so that's why you say
he's not brave.

(BENNET SMACKS LIPS) Well.

Fuck him.

Better off without him.

Gimme, gimme, gimme.

Mmm.

BENNET:
You want some?

I'm not hungry.

BENNET:
You're missing out.

How old's your daughter?

Five.

Five. Wow.

Ain't that sweet?
They ask the cutest questions.

-(FOOD SLOPS)
-(CUTLERY CLINKS)

(BENNET MUMBLING)

That's a picture of my wife
and daughter.

She's four there,
but she's five now.

(BENNET LAUGHS)

They're beautiful.

Thank you.

You know, I shouldn't really
keep this around with me,

but when I'm working,

it's kind of like
a good luck charm.

You know, I think
I might have, um.

I think I drank that vodka
a little too fast.

You know,
under different circumstances,

is that the original hardwood?

(BODY THUDS)

(♪♪♪)

SHERIFF:
Oh, I understand.

Doc, truly I do. No.

Oh, no, no, no, please no.

Listen, anything you think
that she needs.

I'm just going to take
care of it, I promise you.

Okay. Before you go, sir.

Thank you.

My wife has she, uh,

has she woken up at all today?

Well can I ask you
just immediately to call me

if anything does happen?

Okay, appreciate that, doc.

Thank you again
for your understanding.

Yes, sir.

(PHONE THUDS)

You making coffee?

HARGOOD:
Yes, sir.

How's the missus?

I sure hope we have
some actual cream,

and not just that powdered shit.

I just bought
some half and half.

(PHONE RINGING)

Not in there now.

That's because your deputies

are like a goddamn
plague of locusts.

I specifically
told those assholes

I had dibs on the sprinkles.

Now there ain't nothing
left but powdered.

(PHONE RINGING)

Do you not hear that phone
ringing?

You expect me to grab it?

Thank you.

Oh, my God.

Pondo County
Sheriff's Department.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Yes, ma'am.

-We'll take care of it.
-(PHONE THUDS)

Did your momma never teach you
how to clean up after yourself?

She neglected that aspect
of my education.

That's painfully obvious.

There's blood everywhere.

Lady on the phone says there's
a burglar in her house.

What do you mean, he's actually
still there on the premises?

I don't know the particulars,
but apparently

he's lying there right
next to the refrigerator.

-Well, that's peculiar.
-Mm-hm.

Suppose you got to get
somebody up in there.

That'd be the professional
thing to do.

Why don't you take yourself
out there as you suggested?

-Come on, Sheriff.
-What?

I just got off duty!

Everybody else is out there

humping their ass,
trying to clean this mess up.

So quit your whining
and get your ass back on duty.

-Goddamnit.
-SHERIFF: Jesus!

It's not even hot.

(MUG THUDS)

(♪♪♪)

(LIGHT KNOCKING, DOOR SQUEAKS)

(DOOR CLICKS)

Ma'am?

You call in about a burglar?

Ma'am, goddamnit.
Put the pistol down.

Oh my God, I'm sorry.

It's not mine.

How about you hand it over?

Jesus H. Christ,
ma'am are you all right?

Yeah.

All right.

What's wrong with him?

Um, I drugged him.

Really?

Huh. Cool.

HARGOOD:
Hey boy!

Hey boy!

Shoot.

You got him good.

Now, where's that
other fella?

ABBY:
Upstairs.

You didn't tell me
you shot him.

I didn't.

He was already hurt.

Are you gonna call
an ambulance?

HARGOOD DISTORTED:
You got two violent criminals
in your house.

Ambulance can wait.

These fellas have anything
with them?

A bag or something?

ABBY DISTORTED:
You need to call an ambulance
right now.

HARGOOD DISTORTED:
No, no.

You need to answer
my goddamn question right now.

-(DOOR SLAMS)
-Shit!

Fuck.

Goddamnit.

Damnit.

(BARN DOOR SLIDING)

-(BODY THUDS)
-(HARGOOD GRUNTS)

-(BODY THUDS)
-BENNET: Aw, fuck.

-(BODY THUDS)
-(BENNET GRUNTS)

HARGOOD:
Where's the bag, boy?

Where is it?

Where's the bag, boy?

-(BODY THUDS)
-(GUN FIRES)

HARGOOD:
Goddamnit, boy!

Why'd you go
and make me shoot you?

Don't you fucking move!

Where is it!

-HARGOOD: Where is it!
-What are you doing?

-Stop it.
-HARGOOD: Damnit, lady.

HARGOOD:
Get back in your fucking house!

You got five seconds to tell
me where it is!

-HARGOOD: Five, four,
-ABBY: Stop!

Fuck.

-(ABBY SCREAMS)
-(BODY SQUELCHES)

HARGOOD:
Goddamnit, lady.

(BODY THUDS)

He's not, he's not dead.

-Sir. Sir.
-BENNET: Stop it.

Wake up, sir.

-Stop.
-ABBY: Sir. I'm sorry.

Goddamnit stop it,
he's fucking dead!

BENNET:
Fuck.

It was, it was an accident.

Oh, I didn't mean to.

Hey, you stopped him.

Are you okay?

SHERRIF: (OVER RADIO)
What's your status?

Oh, fuck.

SHERRIF: (OVER RADIO)
Deputy Hargood?

What are you doing?

There's going to be plenty

more of them coming,
and they're gonna come soon.

So I need you,

when they do, to tell them,

that we took off, okay?

We took off!
He ran after us. Okay?

You don't know
nothing else. All right?

Don't you worry about him,

I'm gonna take
care of him, okay?

Come on.

Oh, come on, you motherfucker.

(BENNET GRUNTS)

BENNET:
You have to clean that off.

-ABBY: Clean it?
-BENNET: Clean it off.

Get rid
of your fingerprints.

(♪♪♪)

(ABBY COUGHING)

(WATER RUNNING)

(♪♪♪)

Oh, goddamnit.

(BENNET PANTING)

(CULTIVATOR THUDS)

-Whew.
-That looks bad.

Yeah, it's good,
I'm fine, I'm fine.

I should stop the bleeding.

How about how long
have you, uh, called them,

did the cops come?

Maybe 30 minutes?

Doesn't matter how much
of a head start you get

if you bleed to death.

All right.

(TRUNK THUDS)

(TRUNK SLAMS)

(HANDCUFF CLATTERING)

(DOOR CLICKS, SLAMS)

SHERRIF:
Oh, there you are.

How you hanging in, amigo?

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

No, no, no. We speak English.

This is America.

I told you everything I know.

Okay, well,
I kind of reckon that was so.

But sadly,
one or two of your boys

put bullets
into one of my main deputies.

I didn't appreciate that.

And so I had to let Hargood

work on you
just a little while longer.

You appreciate
that fact, don't you?

I want to talk to a lawyer.

You can't keep me in here
like this.

SHERIFF:
Well,

I guess if you're talking
strict sense of the law,

you might have
something there.

But, I don't know how
Crowder's wife

and his kids are going to feel

if I get some fancy lawyer
in here

to get you out
on some bullshit technicality.

My name would be mud.

If you get
me out of here,

I can get you paid.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

-US dollars?
-Whatever you want.

Well, now we're talking.

(KEYS JINGLE, LOCK CLANKS)

(DOOR SQUEAKS)

(HANDCUFF CLATTER)

You know what
the funny thing is here?

Wait, wait, wait--

(GUN FIRES)

You want something for the pain?

Cause you haven't given me
enough drugs already?

(GRUNTS) Goddamnit!

(♪♪♪)

That cop.

ABBY:
He asked about your bag?

He was just going to kill you
and take it?

Was he going to kill me, too?

Probably.

Okay, here we go.

BENNET:
It's a good job you did there.

Ain't that nice and tight.

-Are you sure don't want to any?
-No, I'm good.

Hey, hey, hey.
What are you doing?

-I just need to calm down.
-No, no, no, no.

I need you to have a clear, hey!

Give them to me, goddamnit!

Give me my fucking pills!

Calm down.

(WATER RUNNING)

BENNET:
Hey, you should come with us.

-ABBY: As a hostage?
-BENNET: (CHUCKLES) No.

But we can make
it look that way. We could

get you to the next county
and you can call the police.

I don't know if it's safe.

No, no you go to the next county
the police aren't in on it.

No, I mean I don't
know if it's safe with you.

Yeah, well. I don't
know what to tell you.

ABBY:
We could call the FBI.

Oh.

You got their number?

-No--
-You got them on speed dial?

(BENNET CHUCKLES)

What do you think the FBI is
just sitting around out here

with a bunch of special ops guys

just waiting to swoop in
and save a couple of

drug dealers and a house wife
from some dirty cop?

ABBY:
I'm not a housewife.

Well, Ephram
and I are getitng out of here.

You do whatever
the fuck you want.

(CAR STOPS IN BACKGROUND)

BENNET:
Aw, shit.

You got to get rid
of this guy.

Oh, how do you know
he's one of the bad ones?

Because the last cop that
knocked on your door

tried to shoot me so I'm just
taking a wild guess here.

Just tell him that

we took off into the woods
and he took off for us.

That's all you got to say.

That guy didn't look like
much of a runner.

-What does that fucking matter?
-(DOOR KNOCKING)

I just don't know
if it's believable.

-He's run after you.
-What the fuck?

Just, just tell him
whatever the fuck you want.

Get him the fuck out of here

or else I'm gonna have
to shoot him.

-Hey!
-What?

BENNET:
Here.

You gotta change your shirt.

(DOOR KNOCKING)

(DOOR KNOCKING)

(DOOR CLICKS, SQUEALS)

Good afternoon, ma'am.

You all right?

I'm okay.

All right, my name
is Sheriff Bill Mclean.

And this afternoon,

we got a call...

...about two burglars or

whatever broke into your house.

Was that you?

-Yes.
-SHERRIF: Oh, good.

I've come to the right place.

What's your name?

Uh, Abby

Gardner.

So, Abby,

after we got your
telephone call,

I sent my best deputy out here
because

you wanted to make sure
that you weren't

in some kind of dire
circumstance.

But here's the thing
we haven't heard back

in quite a while.

Do you know where he's at?

Well, the man who broke in,

he ran off

and the officer ran after him.

(CHUCKLES)
Excuse me.

Lee's not much
of one for running.

But anyway.

Boy, this is beautiful place.
What is it?

Vacation property?

-Yes.
-Is it?

It belonged to my parents?

You know there's a lot of people
from the city moving up here.

Some of the locals aren't
that keen on

all the people moving in here
because, you know,

they buy up
all the good properties,

the shoreline and all that
kind of thing, but not me.

I'm fine with it.

You know why this makes
the economy go boom?

I think that's very important.

Is this your family?

Yes.

SHERIFF:
That's a cute little
girl right there.

Now this fella here that lit
out, how long ago was that?

ABBY:
I don't know.

At least fifteen minutes.

SHERIFF:
Fifteen minutes?

Deputy Hargood?

What's your twenty?

SHERIFF: (OVER RADIO)
Deputy Hargood,
what's your status?

Nothing.

So where do you think
they went?

-ABBY: Uh...
-Which direction did they go?

ABBY:
Out the front door.

-SHERIFF: Well...
-ABBY: Towards those woods.

SHERIFF:
The one towards the highway?

(EPHRAM GRUNTS)

ABBY:
I don't know.
I don't really know the area.

SHERIFF:
Of course you don't.

I don't want you to worry.

Okay? When I go out,
you lock the door behind me.

And don't fail to do that.

-Okay darling?
-Okay.

SHERIFF:
Okay. I won't be long.

(EPHRAM MUMBLING)

(SHUSHES)

(DOOR CREAKS, CLICKS)

(SHERIFF FAINTLY SPEAKING
INTO RADIO)

SHERIFF:
But it turns out these two
guys literally split

into the woods,
and Lee just cut out after.

DEVLIN: (OVER RADIO)
Lee ran?

Hold on a minute.

BENNET:
Fucking shit. Fucking shit.

(♪♪♪)

Okay, you guys,

I want your
asses out here right now.

-(DOOR KNOCKING)
-SHERIFF: Mrs. Gardner?

I do believe that you just
told me a fib just now.

Not that I'm angry
because I expect

that you were under
some kind of duress.

Mrs. Gardner?

You were right.

Abigail.

Are you okay?

I got to know
you're okay. You okay?

I'm okay.

I want to have
a normal conversation

with that fella
that's in there with you.

Now can he hear me?

He can hear you.

Why don't you let this pretty

little girl just
get out of there?

We don't need
to make the situation

any uglier by
involving innocent people.

Agreed?

Abigail, I'm starting
to get a little nervous

about all the quiet
I'm experiencing out here.

So this is what I'm
going to do.

I'm going to give you a basic
three count.

And if I don't hear

otherwise, I'm coming right
through this fucking door.

Are we clear?

Three.

Two.

(POLICE SIREN BLAIRING)

(♪♪♪)

TUCKER:
Son of a bitch!

I just washed this.

Hey, Chief.

Y'all took your time.

We got you coffee.

Got you a mocha frappe, boss.

Did I not stress,

the urgency of the situation
out here?

Yeah, we was just
at the shop already,

so we figured that we'd just
get you a coffee.

They inside?

Well, think so.

-DEVLIN: How many?
-Well, there's one at least.

SHERIFF:
There's probably
a whole lot more, too.

These the same assholes
from this morning?

-Think so.
-How much fire power they got?

Well, we know
at least they got one gun

that belongs to Lee Hargood.

How the fuck they'd get that?

(TRUNK CLICKS, SQUEAKS)

God damn.

-Oh, no.
-It's Hargood.

-Yeah.
-He's dead.

Yeah.

Oh, what the fuck
happened to him?

He got hit in the head.

With a gardening implement.

I don't like that.

Anybody else
in there besides our guys?

Gardner. Abigail Gardner,
or something. Why?

I pulled over an Abigail Gardner
on North 20 this morning.

You suspect that's her?

You didn't say anything
about hostages.

Not so sure she is a hostage.

Hey. Give me a hand with this.

(COUCH SQUEAKING)

That's not gonna stop them from
coming through if they want to.

BENNET:
I just want to slow
them down a little bit.

Why, so you can shoot them?

I don't know. What the fuck
else am I supposed to do?

We can't just murder
four policeman.

They sure as fuck
are gonna murder us.

(PHONE RINGING)

BENNET:
No, wait, wait, wait,
don't answer it!

-Hello?
-BRIAN: ( OVER PHONE) Hey, Abby.

Brian? Thank God.

Brian,
I need you to call the police.

What the fuck?
Give me the fucking phone.

He can call the police.

The police are right outside.

They can call other police.

And then me
and Ephram go to jail.

Would you rather die?

BRIAN: (OVER PHONE)
Abby, did I lose you?

Brian listen,
you need to call the police.

BRIAN: (OVER PHONE)
Are you at the house?

Yes, but you have to get--

BRIAN: (OVER PHONE)
Okay, good. Listen.

I Thought about what you said--

Brian, listen.

I need you to call the police,
but not the local police.

Sorry, Abby,
I can barely hear you.

We're just about to hit the 20--
(MUFFLED VOICE)

Why are you on the 20?

(POLICE OFFICERS
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(CABLES CRUNCH)

BRIAN: (OVER PHONE)
Okay? We'll see you--

No phone.

No power.

Unless, you got a fucking
cell phone, genius.

Reception out here is shit.

(SLAMS TRUCK DOOR)

-Sheriff.
-SHERIFF: Yeah?

What exactly are we doing here?

How are we
fixed for entry tools?

Between us.

We've got three
or four things of tear gas.

A few old gas masks we got from
Tucker's Uncle Ricky.

What, from World War II?

I mean, really didn't plan on
breaching no houses.

SHERIFF:
Well, should be all right.

Don't you think we should deal
with the hostage situation?

-Huh?
-Before we go rushing in

-all gung-ho?
-What hostage?

That lady inside she doesn't
have anything to do with this.

SHERIFF:
She does now.

I'm just thinking

maybe this whole thing's gone
too far.

Gone too far?

Of course it's gone too far!

That line
we're not supposed to cross?

We crossed that sum bitch
miles back.

You know, Crowder had a wife
and two kids.

Why don't you go explain to them
what too far is all about?

And Lee Hargood!

Shit, no matter what you
think about him, he's one of us.

-I don't know.
-You don't know what?

Maybe it's time
we walk away from this one.

-Do you really think that?
-Yeah.

Because if you do, you're a lot
lot dumber than what you look.

Now listen,
if this whole thing goes

haywire, I just want to know
I can count on you.

Can I count on you?

Yes, sir.

Of course.

All right.

DEVLIN:
What are you clowns doing?

Clusterfuck.

It's a pure, unbridled,
clusterfuck.

BENNET:
Oh.

They cut the power to the phone.
They're gonna rush the house.

Let's go.

BENNET:
What are you doing?

Just give them the money.

What?

ABBY:
All they want is the money.

Put that--

Just give them the fucking
money!

Giving them the money
isn't going to do shit.

ABBY:
Yes, it will.

You're just too greedy
to let it go.

I am not a part of this.

I just want you
and all of them to go away.

Do you think I don't want this
to fucking go away?

I don't want to fucking be here
any more than you do.

If you just give them
the money--

I can't give them the money.

It's not my money to give.

You want to fucking do it?
Go on, shoot me.

Do it, do it.

Go ahead.

BENNET:
Just think about
what happens next.

Because you think
those cops are just gonna let

the nice lady go home?

You killed one of them.

You think they're gonna
let you live?

Don't be so fucking naive!

I am not naive!

My husband and my daughter

are on their way here
right now.

My daughter
does not deserve to die here

because you made a bunch
of stupid life decisions.

She does not deserve it.

ABBY:
I don't deserve it.

I don't.

I know.

You don't.

Bennet?

Hey, Bennet.

(BUTTONS BEEPING)

The security system.

It runs on its own
power supply.

If I set it off.

They'll send people.

(ALARM BLARING)

(WINDOW SHATTERS,
TEAR GAS HISSING)

(BOTH COUGHING)

BENNET:
How you doing, brother?

SHERIFF:
That way.

Oh, fuck.
What about Ephram?

ABBY:
We can use the sheets
to lower him down.

BENNET:
Give me the gun.

I dropped it.

SHERIFF:
Kill that fucking alarm!

SHERIFF:
Can you handle that alarm?

DEVLIN:
Yeah.

(SHERIFF COUGHING)

What the fuck is going on
with this mask?

(SHERIFF COUGHING)

-Put this under his arm.
-BENNET: Okay.

BENNET:
Okay, bud.
This is gonna be it now.

ABBY:
On three, we're gonna lift.

-Okay.
-One, two, three.

(EPHRAM SCREAMING)

OPERATOR: (OVER RADIO)
Lickity Split Security.

DEVLIN:
Yeah, this is Deputy
Ryan Devlin.

OPERATOR: (OVER RADIO)
Can you hold, please?

No! No, I can't!

OPERATOR: (OVER RADIO)
Here at Lickity Split Security,
we know your security--

You gotta be kidding me.

(ALARM CONTINUES BLARING)

(♪♪♪)

(SHERIFF COUGHING)

Useless piece of shit!
(COUGHING)

(WATER SPLASHING)

(SHERIFF MOANS)

Ah, God!

Oh, God.

What?

That fucker. Fuck!

Jesus Christ!

That's fucking porn.

(PHONE RINGING)

(COUGHING)

Hi Doc.

Okay, so what's happening?

She's what?

Oh, she's awake?

(♪♪♪)

BENNET:
Hey, what's wrong with you?

No, no, no,
we're not bringing him down.

Leave me here.

BENNET:
No way, buddy.
You're gonna do this.

-EPHRAM: Leave me here.
-No, we're not leaving you here.

(♪♪♪)

(DOOR THUDS)

TUCKER:
Where's the money?

You tell me where the money is,
and I'll get you to a hospital.

(EPHRAM GRUNTING)

EPHRAM:
Go fuck yourself.

(GUN FIRES)

(ABBY SCREAMS)

(GUN FIRES)

Stop!

(BENNET SCREAMS)

Listen, honey,
just listen to me, okay?

Everything is going to be
just fine.

You just let me handle
everything--

(WINDOW CRASHES,
WILEY SCREAMING)

(BODY THUDS)

Okay sweetheart,
I'm at work right now,

and there's a few things
going on here, so.

I'll swing by later
with the cat food.

Yeah, I remember.

Oh, fuck!

Oh, fuck! Shit!

Oh, glad to see you. (GRUNTING)

So where the fuck are they at?

Do you think this looks broken?

-It looks fine to me.
-This is not fucking fine!

I need to go to the
fucking hospital!

Where are they?

They're in the fucking
upstairs bedroom.

Where they fucking threw
me out the window from, so.

Okay, thanks for your help.

I'm guessing they're
still fucking in there.

ABBY:
Bennet?

We have to go.

Bennet.

(♪♪♪)

Come on.

Yeah! Hey, this is Deputy Ryan

Devlin with the Pondo
County Sheriff's Department.

You guys getting an alert off
old 31, outside Eumenides?

OPERATOR: (ON PHONE)
Looks like we are.

Listen, we're already out here.
It's a bogus call,

but the alarm won't shut off.

Can you take care
of that alarm?

OPERATOR: (ON PHONE)
Sir, can you hold please?

-Fuck!
-OPERATOR: Cancelling now.

Okay. I appreciate that.

You have a good day!
You fucking...

(BENNET GRUNTS)

DEVLIN:
Ma'am! Drop the weapon!

(♪♪♪)

I don't want to shoot you.

DEVLIN:
I don't want to get shot.

Oh, fuck that shit.
Shoot this motherfucker.

DEVLIN:
Hey, no, okay?
No shooting!

No one needs to get shot.

You should tell that
to your motherfucking friend!

DEVLIN:
Hold on a minute!

This whole thing's
gotten out of control.

Yeah, you can say that again.

Everything was going
great until you motherfuckers

showed up and fucked shit up!

You're in the goddamn
drug business

and you're surprised
that somebody ripped you off.

-Boo fucking hoo!
-My friend is dead!

-Because he's a drug dealer!
-Oh, man, fuck you!

-Back the fuck up!
-BENNET: Do it, you bitch.

-Shut the fuck up!
-BENNET: Do it.

Shoot this motherfucker.

-Shoot him!
-DEVLIN: Shut up! Ma'am!

Abby.

DEVLIN:
All this mess is between us
and him.

It has nothing to do with you.

I'm sorry that you got
caught up in it.

But you can walk away.

Put the gun down,
and stroll right out here.

All I have to do is just
give you the gun?

And I can leave?

DEVLIN:
Simple as that.

He stays.

You walk.

And this boss of yours.

You think he'll just let me go?

ABBY:
After all this?

Fuck.

If I'm being honest,
I don't know, shit,

probably not.

BENNET:
There you go.
Shoot his ass.

Jesus Christ.
Can you stop saying that?

Listen,
I can drive you out of here.

You get out of county.

I have some friends
that can help.

Yeah, cop friends.
Fuck that shit.

You and these friends
of yours, they'll help us out?

No questions?

Not both of you.

Then we don't have a deal.

He's a drug smuggler--

Yeah?
You're a fucking murderer.

(ALARM STOPS IN BACKGROUND)

Okay.

I'll take both of you.

No, no Abby, don't believe him,
don't believe him,

fuck, Abby don't.

Let's go.

Here.

I'm not shooting anyone.

Oh, shit. (MUMBLING)

Oh, hey, man.

Hey. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey, you.

You got to help me out, man.
I'm hurt real bad.

You just got to lay there
and rest a minute.

We're going to
get you some help.

Okay. Hey, man. Hey.
What do you think?

Can you call me
an ambulance, man?

I think I need to get
to a hospital.

What do you think?

You're just going to have
to try to relax.

Relax? Relax?

Man, I got a fucking bone
sticking out of my leg,

making a goddamn peace sign.

How in the fucks--

Hey, hey, hey.
Take it easy, man.

Slash the tires in
every car but yours.

Don't do anything stupid now.

That fucking asshole

just threw me out
of a fucking window.

This whole thing's
gotten out of hand.

We're supposed to be
the good guys.

(TIRE HISSING)

Sheriff's gonna fucking
kill you, man.

Yeah,

I expect so.

SHERIFF:
All right.
Don't you worry about a thing.

Everything's going to be fine.

(TIRE HISSING)

You ain't getting away with
this.

You're fucking done, Devlin.

Hey, you know what you are?

Hey, look at me.

You're a fucking traitor.

Now, you know better than
piece of shit criminals,

your new fucking friends.

Hey, Devlin.

There is one thing, though.

You got a family, right?

I know you do.

I know exactly where
they fucking live.

Shut up!

What she gonna do?

You ain't gonna fucking sue me,
you're a fucking pussy.

-Should have fucking noticed--
-I said shut up!

Or what? She tried,
see if it fucking works.

(♪♪♪)

(DOOR SQUEALS)

(GUNS CLICKING)

SHERIFF:
Hold it, hold it.

Nobody start shooting here.

You understand?

Deputy, would you mind
clarifying for me

what it is I'm fucking looking
at right here?

DEVLIN:
Sheriff, I'm sorry.

This whole situation's
run off the rails.

It does look like
it's gotten out of hand.

We need to let these folks
get on their way.

You fucking shitting me, man?

These folks just killed
two police officers.

Yeah, you killed my partner.

Well, he was a fucking
drug dealer.

You tried to rob him.

-So what's that make you?
-Hold on, hold on.

Just relax.

Okay. Fair point, my friend.

If we can just remain calm,

I'd be willing
to make a deal with you.

Come on. Sheriff.

Are you fucking kidding me
right now?

Would you shut up, Wiley?

-You can't fucking make a deal--
-Wiley!

I'm gonna put a
fucking bullet in you.

Okay.

But as long as we can
eliminate

all the unpleasantness
in the room,

I propose this.

Why don't we split the money?

It's not my money to split.

Well, be that as it may.

But these gentlemen
that you actually do work for

might be less unpleasant
if you only lost

fifty percent of their money,
don't you think?

They're still going to kill
me a hundred percent.

How about we make you
just disappear?

BENNET:
How are you going to do that?

First,
I get you across the border.

Second, I file a report

that says that you got
killed up here in a shootout.

And if anybody puts all that

together, you've got
plenty of time and cash

to relocate, and
no one else has to get shot.

Okay then.

(GUN FIRES)

(♪♪♪)

SHERIFF:
Goddamn, son.

(GUN FIRES)

(GUN FIRES)

(REVOLVER CLICKS)

Aw, shit!

(DOOR SLAMS)

(ABBY SCREAMS)

(♪♪♪)

(TUCKER SCREAMS)

(♪♪♪)

SHERIFF:
Ma'am!

Are you all right in there?

Everybody's dead!

Jesus Christ.

Fuck.

Well, everybody,
including that officer in there?

Dead?

ABBY:
Yeah.

Well, that's a shame.
You know why?

Him and his missus got a little
one, who's just starting school!

So do I.

You want to
see her again, right?

I got a gun!

Oh, yeah?

How many bullets you got?

(♪♪♪)

(DOOR CLICKS)

(GUN CLICKS)

I only need the one.

(♪♪♪)

Ma'am.

(♪♪♪)

(CAR DOOR CLICKS)

(CAR DOOR SLAMS, ENGINE RUMBLES)

(♪♪♪)

(DOOR SLAMS)

(BRAKES SQUEAL)

(HORN HONKING)

(ON MIC)
Sir, I'm going to need you
to go ahead

and turn your vehicle around
and get back on the main road.

BRIAN:
Stay here, sweetie. Okay?

(DOOR CLICKS)

BRIAN:
What's going on here?

SHERIFF: (ON MIC)
Get back in your car.

BRIAN:
Stay here, sweetie.

SHERIFF:
Jesus Christ.

BRIAN:
This is my house.

SHERIFF:
Which house?
That there house right there?

My wife is in there.

Your wife?
Is her name Abigail Gardner?

(WATER RUNNING)

Listen, she's been acting
quite irrational

I was kind of hoping you could
help diffuse a situation,

Could you?

Officer, I don't know
what the situation is.

It's a bit complicated, right?

BRIAN:
Abby!

(GUN FIRES)

(♪♪♪)

SHERIFF:
Hold it, hold it, hold it.

She's the sweetest little girl.

Sweet as can be.

-Please don't hurt her.
-SHERIFF: What?

Don't hurt her?

I ain't going to hurt her.

So I don't want you to worry.
I don't want you to worry.

We got to work
through our separate

and distinct issues.

Now give me that weapon you took

from my deputy
and throw it over there.

Throw it.

-What do you want?
-Thank you.

What do I want?

I want this to have
never happened.

You're going to give me
everything

that was in that black bag.

-I don't have it.
-Oh?

Hey darling?

You feel like taking a ride
in the car?

I know where it is, though.

Oh. That's nice.

-He hid it.
-He did?

ABBY:
Before you got here, I, I could
take you to where it is.

Oh, you know where it is?

Okay, I've got to consult
my partner right here.

Just don't listen for a sec.

Your mama, is she a liar?

Does she ever tell things
that she knows ain't true?

Leave her alone.

-She's scared.
-No she ain't scared.

There's
nothing to be scared of.

We're all just going
to go for a ride together.

Are you scared?

She doesn't have to
come with us.

Oh, I think she does.

Hey.

Hey baby.

Mommy, are you hurt?

No, sweetie. Mommy's fine.

Where did Daddy go?

Well.

SHERIFF:
Come on, let's go.

(♪♪♪)

ABBY:
You're okay.

I happened to notice that
your husband wasn't around.

You guys having a rough time?

Oh, that's a shame.

That's too bad.

But, you know,
people do grow apart

and you have to accept that.

And you end up in court.

They call it,
what's that expression?

Irreconcilable differences?

Well, at least the two of you's

got together long enough
to have this little angel.

SHERIFF:
And she is.
She is an angel.

My son passed.

We discussed adoption.

Grace, your seatbelt.

Now, baby, please.

SHERIFF:
Darling,
just do what your mom says.

She's right.

If she had to stop suddenly
cause of a

skunk or something, you'd go
flying through that window.

-(ABBY SCREAMS)
-SHERIFF: What are you doing?!

(CAR CRASHES)

(WATER TRICKLING)

(ENGINE HISSING)

Are you okay?

Are you sure?

Show me your hands.

You put your head down, okay?

Put your head down,
cover your ears.

Listen to some music.

(RADIO PLAYING)

(GUN CLICKS)

No, no, no, don't shoot.

(GUN CLICKS, FIRES)

♪ I'm a back seat driver ♪

(SPITS)

♪ Have been all my life ♪

♪ I don't know where I'm going ♪

♪ I'll ride, I'll ride,
and I'll ride ♪

Let's go home.

(♪♪♪)

♪ I look out of my window ♪

♪ See my mother crying ♪

♪ Hear my father screaming ♪

♪ Their anguish
smells like wine ♪

♪ I drive past my brother ♪

♪ He's lying on the ground ♪

♪ His body dressed in bullets ♪

♪ I turned my head back down ♪

♪ I'm a back seat driver ♪

♪ Have been all my life ♪

♪ I don't know where I'm going ♪

♪ I'll ride, I'll ride,
and I'll ride ♪

♪ I think that
I could love him ♪

♪ But I don't
know if he's real ♪

♪ When I reach
out to touch him ♪

♪ He told me
that's what I feared ♪

♪ The doors,
they will not open ♪

♪ So I am trapped inside ♪

♪ This traveler
has been bound to ♪

♪ Ride, to ride,
oh to ride ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ Many times I
have been shattered ♪

♪ Then I know you were
winded too ♪

♪ Up here riding for a ladder ♪

♪ So these words
may bring me truth ♪