And now, because you've all been so sweet,
another duet for you.
Hey! No, no, no, no, no, no!
Go after her!
Jesus, Nadine.
Shame on you, Gator.
- There's a baby in this house. - I saw her.
She's like nine.
Now get your ass in that car, let's go.
I'm not going back.
Now, Nadine,
we both know you're going back,
like it or not.
She's in the basement. Go get the husband.
Is-is he...
Focus.
The kid gets you bonus points.
Where are you, Mama?
It's time to go home.
Your husband... it's Wayne, right?
He's a nice guy.
A little soft, maybe.
Is that it?
Is he soft?
Well, you don't come out of there,
we're gonna find out.
Wipe that stupid grin off your face.
Nadine.
Can't find this fucking guy.
Shit.
- Mommy! - Not now!
Gator!
Dot?
Stay, stay, okay?
Come here! I'll kill you!
- Babe? - It's okay.
- Nadine? - They're up here!
Hon, hold him.
They're up here!
Got 'em up here. Wait, wait, wait.
What are you gonna do with... What are you...
- What are you... - Wait!
- Go, Mom! - I'm coming for you, Nadine.
Quick. Down the laundry chute.
Nadine?
Who's Nadine?
- Wayne. - No. That's...
- You got me in the dark here. - Get Scotty down the chute.
No.
- Jesus. - Uh, down the... the master bedroom,
- the trellis, we'll climb down. Go. - No. No, no.
- Hon. Oh! - Come here.
Nadine!
- Nadine! - No, hon!
- Wha... Oh. - Daddy?
Check his breathing.
Nadine.
Mom!
Oh, my...
Okay.
Help me get him up.
Scotty, don't focus on that. Focus on this, okay?
We got to sit him up. Okay, baby?
Yeah.
Gosh.
Okay.
You're gonna climb out. It's okay.
Yeah.
Good.
- You okay? - Yeah.
Okay.
Okay, mister...
Out you go.
Okay.
Mom?
Whoa!
Trellis. Okay, come on.
You're doing great.
Careful.
Okay.
Wayne, honey?
Wayne?
I need you to wake up now.
Nadine?
Ooh, sorry, baby.
Ooh!
Okay, okay. I'm coming.
Grab the stiff. We're done.
Okay.
Well, old friend.
It's the crossroads, no question,
and we know who's waiting there.
The midnight man.
With his serpent tongue.
I met him once.
Old Baylor Maze cut his children to pieces
and hung his wife with a curtain tie,
and I was first through the door.
And old Baylor was sitting there in his easy chair...
- Whoa. - ... taking it easy.
Behind him, I swear,
and you know this 'cause you were there, too.
Beelzebub himself,
crouched low, whispering in that poor man's ear.
You protected me then, old friend.
Be with us again in our hour of need.
Amen.
Daddy?
- Mama? - Yeah?
Were those demons?
No, hon.
There's no such thing as demons, only men.
But why were they so mean and nasty?
Listen to me, okay?
We can't talk about those men.
If we talk about them, they come back, right?
They hear you talking, and they come back.
You don't want them coming back, do you?
No.
So we got to...
If people ask,
we got to say it was just wires.
Your dad touched some wires, and that's how...
And the scratches on his face, that was...
Him falling in the bushes.
We-we chased him with the zombie killer,
'cause he was a zombie, right?
And there he goes, off into the bushes.
That's right.
Good. Yeah.
He fell into some bushes.
He fell into some bushes,
and then when we got home,
he touched a wire
trying to plug in some lights.
An accident. That's what started the fire.
Because bad things don't happen to good people.
The wicked stick to the darkness,
while we get to stay in the light.
But sometimes accidents happen.
And we all know your dad is clumsical.
Always tripping over his own left feet.
And we know that if you follow the rules
and think of only good thoughts,
that the kingdom of heaven will be the reward.
I blew up the image. You'll see that next.
- Huh. - See?
Yeah, that's her all right.
And then... here I come.
Ouch.
And then the lights go out.
So, nothing on the perp.
Yeah, that's the shame.
But they say ghosts don't photograph anyway.
A ghost?
Something else.
I get it even less now.
You get grabbed up, taken,
somehow you manage to get away, get shot at,
come to the aid of a sworn officer,
lifesaving actions.
Why the heck would you pretend none of it happened?
I've seen trained soldiers couldn't have kept with her.
Get this. Five alarm fire at the Lyon house.
- What? - Yeah.
Fire boys are there right now rooting out the cause.
But Wayne's in the ER, so you might... yeah.
Wait for me.
- Olmstead. - Mrs. Olmstead.
This is Dale Pickney, debt collection services.
Oh, yeah.
You know, this really isn't a good time.
It'll just take a minute.
It starts as an itch.
You want to make things right here,
don't you, Ms. Olmstead?
I want a new pair of shoes
or maybe the minivan finally gives up the ghost.
Well, I see here an outstanding uncollected debt
from medical services for $2,671.43.
Yep. That was...
Lars, my husband, he-he degloved his ring finger
in a... in a fall last year.
And just like that you're in debt.
Well, that debt's just sitting there accruing interest.
The stress takes a toll on your body,
like that old joke about the hangman.
You're at the end of your old rope.
You want to do what's right...
People in debt feel powerless.
They are powerless.
Here at Redemption Services,
we work to give them their power back.
Aren't you the one calling them at breakfast and dinner?
We call, of course, but not like you say.
These are professional debt relief specialists.
They're offering solutions...
payment plans, timetables, debt consolidation...
intended to give people their dignity back.
Your company earned record profits last year,
buying consumer debt the credit card companies
and insurance companies had written off as uncollectible.
And you're telling me that you turned those dead ends
into $1.6 billion with timetables and empathy?
Mrs. Lyon, there's, uh...
I said not to be disturbed.
Yes, ma'am, but, uh...
Your son's house is on fire.
Of course.
Here's what you need to understand about Americans.
They don't want a handout.
What they're looking for is an opportunity
to fix it themselves.
We give them that.
Now, why don't we pick this up again in the morning?
Where is he? Where's my son?
Lorraine, they're looking at him right now.
Some kind of shock, they're saying.
Bad wiring, I guess. You know, one minute, we...
I want to talk to a doctor. The head of the department.
Which department?
Call Larry.
He's on the board of the hospital.
Tell him I expect the Saudi package...
private suite, experts flown in.
That's not...
I'm just saying, he's resting now
and then it'll be, you know,
lickety-split, good as new.
You're killing me here.
I'm supposed to be making up the sit-down
with the Forbes reporter 20 minutes ago.
That got blown yesterday by the cops showing up
on your last boondoggle,
and here you go burning down the house.
Not... I didn't burn it.
Like I said, faulty wiring.
We'll just get a hotel for a few days.
You expect my granddaughter to live in a hotel?
I'm not...
- This just happened, so... - Excuse me.
We're waiting on service.
Ma'am, this isn't a hotel.
You got to check in at the desk, just like everybody else.
She's fired. Get her name.
- Mrs. Lyon. - Yes.
No. Sorry, we're here for your daughter-in-law.
I knew it. You're arresting her.
Well, do-do something. They're-they're arresting her.
We're not... This is Witt Farr,
state trooper over in North Dakota.
But we'd like to talk to Mrs. Lyon in private,
clear some things up.
My husband's unwell. I can't leave his side.
Well, technically, Mrs. Lyon,
you're not by his side right now, so...
- Hi. - I got my daughter with me.
I'm her grandmother. I can watch her.
Somebody better.
Her house burned down last night, under her watch.
Yes, ma'am. I heard about that.
Fire department's there right now,
- extinguishing the embers. - Bad wiring.
I'm sure they'll do a thorough investigation,
ferret out the root cause.
Officers, my client would be happy
to schedule a sit-down, but clearly this is not the time,
given the circumstance.
Well, see, I got to push back on you there, Mr., uh...
Graves. Esquire.
I represent the family.
Well, Mr. Graves.
We've got one state trooper dead
with the suspect on the loose considered armed and dangerous.
So there's considerable exigency to the circumstances.
And, Mrs. Lyon...
It's good to see you again, Mrs. Lyon.
That...
That's not accurate.
Ah, well, first of all,
I recognize you.
And second,
we pulled the security tape from the Gas N Go,
so it's-it's clear you were there.
And for the record, that's... that's just reality.
With all due respect, we've got our own reality.
You can't... That's not a thing.
Mommy?
Hi, baby. I'm here.
We're all here. Grandma, too.
- Hi, Grandma. Our house burned down. - No.
And whose fault is that?
Jack Skellington.
Who?
It's a character in a movie.
How about you go get something to eat
from the vending machine?
- Okay? - Snickers?
For breakfast? Are we on welfare?
It's fine.
Snickers is fine.
Danish.
Oh.
Here you go, kid.
Mrs. Lyon.
Dorothy.
You got to tell me,
who were those fellas, and what did they want with you?
I didn't...
Please.
I need to be with Wayne right now.
- Can you... - Mrs. Lyon?
- Yes. - Oh, I meant...
Your husband's awake.
You'll watch Scotty?
You don't have to tell me to watch her.
She's my granddaughter.
You're the one needs watching, I think.
I mean, I've been waiting for four fucking hours.
Sir.
Look, they're taking six feet of my intestines tomorrow.
All right? Cancer. But not if you don't...
I mean, it's on the goddamn papers.
- Your gal's supposed to do the enema. - Sir, sir...
Well, where is she? I'm fucking waiting there
- with my ass hanging out. - Just calm down. Yeah.
I mean, I've been waiting for four fucking hours.
Hey, baby.
Are you...
How are you?
Hi.
Is everything...
What did the doctor say?
Nadine.
No. That...
I'm Dorothy.
Dot.
Remember?
Your wife.
My wife.
Did they put you on something? Morphine or something?
Bring me the dang thing now.
- I'll do it myself. - Sir.
Or a bottle of freaking Ex-Lax.
I don't care, I need this cancer out of me.
Angry.
- Yeah, yeah. - Yeah.
Some people don't know how to wait their turn.
Did you...
I'm wondering...
what you remember about what happened.
Ladder.
Well, no.
No.
You touched a wire, I guess.
Got some kind of shock.
You know, something like that can play tricks on your mind,
make you think you did something that maybe you didn't.
Mm.
Ask Scotty. She'll tell you.
We were out trick-or-treating, then we came inside
and you went to plug in some lights, and...
- My wife. - Yeah.
The one.
I'm so sorry.
I never meant for any of this to happen.
Our house was on fire.
I'm going to fix it.
I promise.
And the house.
Or we'll build a new house,
and we'll live just like the fairy tale says.
My wife.
Move over, you.
Have you seen his billboards?
"A hard man for hard times."
Meanwhile, he refuses to enforce the basic law,
which... can you still call him a lawman
if he skips that part of his job?
Maybe he loses the election, and the whole thing goes away.
Arrest him then, you're saying? As a private citizen?
No, I'm saying wash our hands. Good riddance.
Oh, so more like a dysfunctional family
than a federal law enforcement agency.
Smile and pretend Daddy didn't touch our pee-pees
when we were kids?
- What? - Weapons are missing, sir.
Tactical equipment.
We think he bought them for his department,
and then gave them to his friends in the militia.
- Odin Little. - You think.
We had an informant, but he disappeared.
A lot of people disappear around this guy,
including two of his wives.
Just put one of his deputies in the ground yesterday.
Local coroner said car crash,
but they had him buried in less than 12 hours,
so...
Don't tell me you want to dig him up.
No. What we want to do is increase the pressure.
Respect the rule of law, or else.
In 1958,
the Chinese went to war with the sparrow.
- Sir? - Mao gave the order.
The birds were eating the people's seeds and grain.
They had to go.
So people all over the country started beating on pots and pans
to drive the birds mad.
Death by exhaustion.
Two billion sparrows exterminated,
all praised a great leader.
But do you know what happens when you remove birds
from a food chain?
There's no one left to eat the bugs and the locust.
So instead of solving a hunger problem,
they end up creating an even bigger one.
You ever heard of the Great Famine?
Possibly 50 million Chinese starving to death.
- Sir... - One step ahead.
I'm not asking you to play four-dimensional chess.
I'm saying think one step ahead.
If we go to war with the most powerful sheriff
in North Dakota, whose fathers and grandfathers were sheriffs,
and who's connected to the most powerful militia
in the upper Midwest,
what do you think happens next?
Until you can answer that question,
I want you to make Roy Tillman more like a hobby of yours,
something you do in your spare time
when you're not punishing the actual criminals.
You're on his side.
We're done here.
Thank you for your time, sir.
- A hobby? - Tony.
- I mean, can you believe this guy? - They found her.
It's the bulwark. We're the bulwark.
It's in the Constitution. I mean, he should...
he should read it maybe, you know?
Like, it's-it's the justice system.
It's a system of justice.
You know, not like just one man on a horse.
- Tony. - What?
They found her.
Nadine. The second wife.
We just got a hit on her fingerprints.
Living in Minnesota under a different name.
Dorothy Lyon.
Feels like fate, right?
- Hobby my ass. - Ah.
When Munch was a boy...
freedom was a potato.
It was you didn't get killed today.
Freedom from hunger, from the rusty blade.
But to free himself,
the man ate first so others could not.
He killed before he was killed.
He wanted nothing more,
because only kings...
had the freedom to want.
But now everywhere you look,
you see kings.
Everything they want, they call their own,
and if they cannot have it, they say that they are not free.
They even pretend their freedom should be free,
that it has no cost,
but the cost is always...
death.
Life for life.
Me...
or you.
Please.
I don't understand.
Why are you here?
What do you want?
Pancakes.
What happened?
Boogeyman came, left a warning in the kids' room.
- Who, Munch? - I don't know his name.
Full-on wild man, though.
Creature from the Black Lagoon.
Where's Roy?
No funny business this time.
Got some groceries, then.
Joshua.
What?
"Now, after the death of Moses
the servant of the Lord, it came to pass,
that the Lord spake unto Joshua,
the son of Nun, Moses' minister,
saying, 'Moses my servant is dead;
now therefore arise, go over this Jordan,
thou, and all these people, unto the land
which I do give to them,
even to the children of Israel.'"
Joshua.
What the fuck you talking about?
Did you tend to your man like I said?
Make him feel respected?
Nobody asked you to come here.
See, there were 12 spies of Israel,
sent to scout the Land of Canaan.
Joshua was one of the good ones.
Are you one of the good ones, Joshua?
I tried.
My great grandfather's name was Roy, Indian killer,
fought in the battle of Big Mound, Dead Buffalo Lake.
Lost an ear in the Battle of the Badlands.
He's the only American to ever earn four Medals of Honor.
Now, he was one of the good ones.
Me, I try to be.
You... not so much, I think.
You're what we call a waste of skin.
Defective.
Eating our food, breathing our air,
wasting precious resources.
Yeah, keep talking, see what happens.
See, now your beta male thinks
that having a firearm makes him an alpha,
but it's just lipstick on a pig, you feel me?
You don't know when to fucking quit, do you?
Babe, don't.
A man threatened my children last night.
Came to my house, face painted like an Apache.
Maybe it wasn't a man. Some-some kind of spirit.
My point is, this... you...
Like a paper airplane in the rain.
Fuck it.
Fucking hell.
You okay?
Can I get a glass of water?
Lenore?
Uh... Dad?
Uh, what are we doing?
Oh, did you get her?
- Um... - Don't bother, I can see it all over your face.
Worked you over pretty good, did she?
Uh, Lenore.
Dad, that Nadine, it's... I don't know.
It's like he said, some kind of tiger.
The husband got hurt. House caught on fire.
Not now.
Um, we got Munch.
You did?
Got him right there on the couch.
The guy from the filling station.
The cop killer.
Tip came in over the hotline.
Lenore here called it in herself, didn't you, Lenore?
I...
Husband came home bragging he killed a state trooper,
wounded another one, I responded.
Shots fired. You were my backup.
- So... - Loop's closed, I'm saying.
States can call off their dogs,
and we're free to settle our differences in private.
- Huh. - Now, all I need to know from you
is that you see how this helps you.
No more black eyes and broken bones.
Cash in your pocket every month,
'cause Roy Tillman never forgets a friend.
And we're friends, aren't we, darling?
Y-Yes, Roy.
Attagirl.
Think I'll go for a ride, clear my head.
All right, buddy, let's go. Come on.
Come on, hon, let's go.
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