( Siobhan panting )
Please.
No.
( Cracks )
( Gasps )
( Panting )
( Grunts )
( Iaughing )
( Screams )
( Clicking )
♪ ( Theme music playing ) ♪
( Crowd cheering )
Go, Charlie! Hit him !
Girl : Kick his ass, man !
- Watch your back! - I can't watch this.
- Yeah! - Deva, I'm gonna go home.
( Groaning )
Deva.
Beaty, do whatever the hell you want. I'm staying.
( Sighs ) Fine. I'm out of here.
- Do it! - Hey, that's my boy right there!
Fuck this shit! Let's get real .
Charlie: Round two!
- ( Electricity crackling ) - ( cheering )
( Grunting )
- ( Electricity crackling ) - Boy: Oh, Light him up!
- Girl : Yeah! - ( cheering )
( Groaning )
- Boy 2: Oh, ho! That's it! - ( cheering )
- Boy 3: Yeah! Again ! - ( groaning )
( Grunting )
What the fuck are you doing here?
I know a CI that can help find Chayton .
A former Redbone. Price tag's gonna be steep.
Whatever it costs, I'll get the money.
Call your informant.
Hood .
Should have pulled the trigger when I had a chance.
It's hard to shake all that history in one moment.
Trust me, I know.
( Stowe's voice ) Colonel Douglas Sto--
- ( Beeps ) - Fuck!
Wouldn't it be easier to just use a recording of Stowe's voice?
No, it would not.
Stowe's voice recognition system can identify most digital forgeries.
( Stowe's voice ) Colonel Douglas Stowe.
(beeps)
But not mine.
- All right. Then we good to go. - We ain't even close.
That base looks the same as it did
the last three times you checked it.
No, something ain't right.
- That would be your nerves. - Please! I do not do nerves.
Do you want to know what I think?
You do know my answer to that question never changes, right?
There's only one way to lay those doubts to rest.
And it ain't sitting around here driving yourself crazy.
That's all .
What?
( Muffled gasp )
Scream and I'll kill you .
Is there anyone else in the house?
( Murmuring )
Let's go.
- Oh. . . - ( groaning )
( Breathing heavily )
Bishop: l will lift up mine eyes unto the hills
from whence cometh my help.
My help cometh from the Lord ,
which made heaven and Earth.
He will not suffer thy foot to be moved .
He will keepeth thee and will not slumber.
Behold , He that keepeth Israel
shall neither slumber nor sleep.
Brothers, if anyone is caught in any transgression ,
you who are spiritual should restore him
in a spirit of gentleness.
Welcome, Kai .
Bishop: Keep watch on yourself lest you , too, be tempted .
If anyone thinks they are something when they are not,
they deceive themselves.
Each one should test their own actions.
Then they can take pride in themselves alone
without comparing themselves to someone else.
For each should carry their own load .
Look, the man is 6'4" and covered in tribal tats.
I can't believe no one has seen him .
No, I-- I understand .
Okay. But, look, if you hear anything, you know where to find me.
Thank you .
Any calls?
No, sir. Slow day.
( Ringing )
Emily: ( over voicemail ) Hi, you've reached Emily Lotus.
Please leave a message.
( Beeps )
Hi . It's me.
Again .
Haven't heard from you , so...
Look, I know I'm not your most favorite person right now, but...
you know, I was just thinking about us and I--Thanks.
Yeah. Please return my call at your earliest convenience.
Our friend from Philadelphia tells me you're a little confused
about the offer he delivered from Mr. Frazier.
They were buying from our competition
and you want to reward that with a discount?
I already agreed to Frazier's terms.
Stop all sales to the Salvadorans immediately.
Is that understood?
( Speaks Pennsylvania Dutch ) Please be reasonable.
Is that understood , Rebecca?
Does your uncle know you're here?
- That's not your concern . - Everything is my concern .
So tell me, why am I having a conversation
with the niece of the man who cut me off?
I'm here to correct that temporary error in judgment.
What makes you think I'd ever buy from you?
Because you'd be a fool not to.
Word on the street is that Frazier is trying to put you out of business.
You've lost control of your street corners,
your raves.
I n a couple of weeks, you'll be shut down completely.
I can get you back in the game.
Can you?
We'll start slow.
- Two kilos per week at $7,000 per. - Four thousand per key.
( Gasps )
Six thousand .
Or maybe you can convince Frazier to throw you a bone.
You guys go way back, don't you?
( Sighs )
( Tapping )
I like you , chica.
I really do.
But if you fuck me,
your uncle will be scooping you up in tiny little pieces.
I look forward to a long and fruitful relationship, Mr. Morales.
Hector.
( Exhales )
Just so you know, I have been monitoring the FBI's progress.
Chayton is still off the grid .
Sheriff Hood , however, is not.
Captain Ferillo has filed a formal complaint.
Have you been watching Camp Genoa?
- Did you hear what I just said? - I did . Fuck Ferillo.
Is there anything I should worry about?
With all due respect, we should all be a little worried .
I want to delay the job.
That base will be shut down by the end of the week.
It's now or never, Job.
Well , then I guess it's never.
What?
Baby, I have seen every side of you there is.
Reckless, dumb, and especially stubborn .
But I ain't never seen this.
You in the deep end .
If you don't keep your head above water,
you're going to drag the rest of us down there with you .
We're doing the fucking job.
We're doing it tonight.
Well , good luck with that.
Job.
You asked me what I needed .
Right now, this is it.
Fine.
I'll go get cleaned up.
Might as well look pretty for my mug shot.
Hold it.
Okay.
You're not afraid of me?
No.
You should be.
( Scoffs )
I buried a husband and a child .
There are days I don't think I have anything left to live for anyway.
( Tool shuts off )
Whew! Well , she ain't gonna win no beauty contests.
Thank you .
So how is he?
( Chuckles )
Same as ever. Well , don't worry, we can count on him .
Has the waitress checked in?
Carrie hasn't checked in yet, but she will .
She best be on her game.
You'd think we were knocking over a motherfucking 7-Eleven
- the way these two are acting. - You know what, Job?
You worry too much.
Well , somebody's got to.
Let's see what we got.
Ooh.
That's good .
( Phone ringing )
Hey, Beaty. What's up?
What?
Where is she?
- You sure this is the place? - Yes.
Any chance I can convince you to stay out here?
All right, then .
Deva!
- What the fuck? - We're going home now.
What the hell are you guys doing here?
- I'm not gonna tell you again . - She's not going anywhere.
- Okay, you need to shut your mouth. - I don't believe this.
You guys can't just decide when to give a shit.
- Deva! - No, I'm staying.
You heard her, she's not going anywhere, man .
- Get out of my way. - You're on my property, old man .
And you need to fuck off now.
Okay.
Let's just all take a deep breath and think about this.
- Crowd : Oh! - You shouldn't have done that.
- ( Grunting ) - ( crowd cheering )
Boy: Come on , man . Come on !
- ( Electricity crackles ) - ( groaning )
( Shouts )
( Murmuring )
- ( Electricity crackles ) - ( groaning )
- Gordon ! - Deva: Charlie, no! Please!
- Please, don't. - Deva, shut the fuck up!
You man enough to pull that trigger, son?
I'll kill you .
Deva: Dad .
Then stop talking and do it.
I swear, I'll shoot you , motherfucker.
Pull it.
( Breathing heavily )
Put the gun down .
( Crowd gasps )
Carrie: Deva, come here!
Holy fuck. That's the mayor.
- ( Music playing ) - ( chatter )
You okay?
I don't eat out much.
To be honest, it's been a while for me, too.
Forgotten what medieval torture high heels can be.
You look beautiful , Emily.
It's also been some time since I've heard that.
Thank you .
Well , here is to getting outside of our comfort zones.
( Clinks )
( Iaughs )
You have a nice smile.
I bet not many people get to see that.
No. No, I guess not.
Yeah, I know what it's like to put up walls.
Your niece, Rebecca--
How long has she been living with you?
Not long.
She was in trouble. She needed guidance.
And the time is coming for her to be on her own .
It's probably for the best.
So do you think that's what other family interventions are like?
( Chuckles )
I hope so.
I mean , why should we be the only ones having all the fun?
You want a small pour or big?
Neither.
We did good out there.
Yeah, we did .
( Breathing heavily )
( Moaning )
Where were you?
I went for a little ride. Hope you don't mind .
It would be unwise to test me.
( Chuckles )
I wouldn't dream of it.
You're out of gas.
( Sighs )
Both: So. . . ( laughs )
See you around?
Yeah.
Okay.
Good night, Gordon .
Good night.
You can take my husband's truck.
I haven't driven it since he passed .
You can't hide from the dead .
Isn't that what you're doing?
Man : Lisa, you in there ?
( Gasps )
- You lied to me. - No, he is just a neighbor who--
He just comes to check on me now and then .
Get rid of him .
( Gasping )
- There you are, sunshine. - Hey.
Margaret's fixing dinner. She's got the table set for three.
Thanks, Vince. No, thanks.
Come on , she's making her world-famous chicken and biscuits.
I said no.
- Is everything all right? - No, I'm fine. I just...
I just needed a little time alone, that's all .
Sorry.
- Okay. - Thanks.
No, no, no!
( Groans )
( Gurgling )
Oh, my...
( crying )
( Cracks )
Let's go to work.
Sugar.
Wake up.
Job: Run through it again .
We've already done it six times.
And we are going to do it a seventh time.
If you can count that high.
( Sighs )
Hood .
You .
Carrie. Satisfied?
No, show me the security cam from Genoa.
Real time.
Now, show me the loop.
Okay. Anything else?
- Yeah. - What?
I'm going to be leaving these cover cams
at our entry and exit routes.
Like I don't have enough to watch.
I ain't taking no chances.
If you see anybody or anything that don't belong there,
you open that big-ass mouth of yours and make some noise.
Yeah.
Lucas: Three, two, one.
( Straining )
Okay.
Everybody ready?
Yeah.
- Yeah. - Let's do it.
Sugar: Time for some peace and quiet.
Job: Explosives up.
( Whirring )
Sugar: All right.
( Whirring )
It's all yours, Sugar.
- Bringing it up. - ( whirring )
( Metal groaning )
Job: lt ain't gonna fucking give.
Job: God damn ! ( breathing heavily )
Motherfuck!
Okay, all quiet on the western front.
That was the easy part. We're in .
Carrie: Okay. l'm on my way down.
Lucas: On me.
Let's do it.
Carrie: Okay.
( Exhales )
( Job breathing heavily )
( Exhales )
( Groans )
( Choking )
All right. All right. Looking good .
( Stowe's voice ) Colonel Douglas Stowe.
( Beeps )
( Stowe's voice ) Colonel Douglas Stowe.
( Beeps, lock clicks )
Clear.
You got three minutes to set up.
- Don't keep me waiting. - Carrie: I got it.
Okay, the hallway to the computer room is wide open .
Just keep moving.
Job: Once I initiate the algorithm , you're gonna have 1 2 minutes.
Carrie: Ready when you are.
Job: Get ready.
Three, two, one, move.
( Whirring )
Siobhan's voice: Please.
Please, don't.
Please.
( Lucas breathing heavily )
What the. . .?
Siobhan's voice: Please.
( Cracks )
( Breathing heavily )
( Shouting )
Shit! Job needs help in the computer room now.
Sugar: Anybody hearing me ?
( Grunting )
Anybody hear me ?
I can't. I'm running out of time.
What the fuck is he doing?
( Grunting )
( Walkie-talkie hisses )
( Glass shatters )
( Groaning )
( Job screaming )
( Job grunting )
( Grunting )
( Screams )
Where the fuck were you?
Man : ( on radio ) Echo-one-nine, what's your 20?
Job: Aw, Fuck.
Job: You got two minutes.
Wake your ass up, old man.
We flying to you.
( Iaughs )
Oh, Shit. Now, that can't be good .
All right, listen up, people.
The big boss man has just arrived on base.
Colonel Douglas Stowe.
( Beeps )
Colonel Douglas Stowe.
( Beeps )
Fitzpatrick, my I D isn't working.
I can't get into my office.
I have you swiped into the armory.
Send a team to the armory now.
- How many? - All of them .
( Indistinct voice over radio )
Sugar: Come on, baby. Keep it moving, people.
It's about to get real crowded down there.
Job: Baby, we got to move!
Shit.
I don't fucking believe it.
Someone reset the codes.
Open the fucking door!
- ( Beeps ) - Got it.
Go!
Shit!
( Stowe's voice ) Colonel Douglas Stowe.
- ( Beeps ) - Oh, shit.
Carrie: Try again .
( Stowe's voice ) Colonel Douglas Stowe.
- ( Beeps ) - What's wrong?
How the fuck should I know?
( Stowe's voice ) Colonel Douglas Stowe.
- Lucas: Job, move! - Find them .
Carrie: No, no, don't, don't. They're gonna hear us!
- Job: Fuck! - Lucas: Move!
Come on , come on , come on .
( Job panting )
Let's go, go, go!
( Gunfire )
Go, go, go, go!
( Gunfire continues )
Come on , come on , come on .
Job: Go!
Fuck!
( Gunfire continues )
Come on , baby. Come on , now.
What did you do here?
You sly little cunt.
( Gunfire )
Take the bags!
( Job panting )
Go!
Carrie: Job!
- Carrie: Sugar! - Got it. Ah!
( Gunfire continues )
All right, come on , bring it.
Got it.
Come on , baby.
Lucas: Blow it now!
There's something wrong.
Something's wrong. Something's wrong.
Check the detonator.
( Lucas grunting )
- Lucas: Blow it! - Just do it.
- Lucas: Blow it! - Do it!
( Explosion )
- ( Job coughing ) - ( Sugar groans )
Sugar: Damn .
- All right. - Where is he?
Job: If he was down there when it blew,
he didn't have time to clear the blast.
Sugar: We got to move.
( Panting )
( Lucas coughing )
Wait!
( Lucas groaning )
Oh, my God .
( Grunts ) Shit!
( Groaning )
( Grunting )
Job: Come on , baby, we going!
( Gunshots )
( All panting )
Everybody still breathing back there?
- ( All panting ) - Carrie: Yeah.
( Slurps )
- ( Sighs ) - ( rings )
- Emily: Hello, Brock. - Oh, Emily.
I didn't think you'd pick up.
Neighbors told me the police were at the house.
Well, yeah. l hadn't heard from you. l was worried.
God , Emily, please. Anybody but him .
- Brock. - No.
Look, this isn't about you and me anymore.
- This is about your safety. - I'm fine.
Yeah, maybe now.
But, I mean , you're tempting fate.
Listen to me. You have got to get as far away from that man as possible.
You don't understand . We have a connection .
Connection? No, no. You know what it is?
You think you can fix him the same way you tried to fix me.
- Good-bye, Brock. - Hello? Em--?
Hello? Emily?
God !
Where's Hood?
( Sugar chuckles )
You guys do know this is a celebration , right?
I got to get home.
You did great, Sugar.
I know.
Look, I don't know what's going on between you two,
- but whatever it is-- - I got distracted .
You put us all at motherfucking risk.
- You left me hanging-- - Job!
Don't.
It--
L'chaim.
Keep it.
I convinced my CI it was time to grow a conscience.
Where's Chayton?
Aimee: Headed to Louisiana.
There's a group of tribal outcasts based in New Orleans.
They call themselves the 1 8th Ward .
Aimee: You're going down there ?
Yes.
What are you gonna do when you find him?
What you couldn't.
- Look, I know this is hard for you . - No. The boy I knew is dead .
That day in the woods, l looked into his eyes
and he would have killed me without a second thought.
Whoever he once was, he's a stone-cold killer now
and he needs to be put down.
I just can't be there to watch it happen .
Take care of yourself, Sheriff.
- Hey, Brock. - Hmm?
Cover for me.
Sorry, can't do it.
What?
Because I'm going with you to New Orleans.
I'll drive.
It's not my fault. It's your fucking fault.
It's not my fault.
Precautions were taken .
Blame them . It's your fucking fault.
This isn't possible. I did not--
( Screams )