BEN (VO): I'm the hero.
(BEN TAKING DEEP BREATHS)
BEN (VO): Big shiny hero.
(MUSIC BEGINS)
BEN (VO): A bloodbath won't do anything.
(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)
KYLE (VO): Are you tryin' to be a hero now?
GRACE (VO): Grace Baker keeps her word.
CHARLES (VO): Stay in your lane, Sheriff.
You're a fuckin' waste of space!
GRACE (VO): The fuck killed my sister.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
PRISON GUARD 1: Hi, sir, I need you to stand up, please.
(TAKES A DEEP BREATH)
EVANGELIST (OS) (ON RADIO): You have to fight for your liberty.
You have to support people who are willing to fight
for your liberty.
INMATE: See you soon, baby.
(LAUGHS)
PRISON GUARD 2: Shut the fuck, come on!
INMATE: I'll watch out for you!
PRISON GUARD 2: Don't get used to the fresh air, asshole.
You'll be back.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN BACKGROUND)
(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)
(MUSIC ENDS)
GRACE: I hope you don't wanna hug.
(SCOFFS)
ROY: What are you wearing?
You couldn't pick me up a little closer?
You look like a G.I. Joe.
GRACE: The fuck? You're one to talk, emo kid.
ROY: Dude, my plan was to go to Keats' house,
not the forest.
Like wha... wha... wha... What are you wearing?
You look like an idiot!
GRACE: Your plan?
(SCOFFS)
ROY (OS/ON): It's not your plan.
First of all, I planned this for the past 10 years.
GRACE: I don't even know what Brigit saw in you.
ROY: In the car.
Yeah, it's not your plan.
What's this?
GRACE: My ashtray.
ROY: What?
Are you smokin' three packs a day?
(SCOFFS)
GRACE: That ain't gonna be what kills me.
TOBY: Get out, I'm drivin'.
GRACE: My truck, my rules.
TOBY (OS/ON): Last time you tried to drive me anywhere,
you tried to take me to a mental institution.
So I don't trust you.
ROY: Good morning, Toby.
TOBY: Fuck you.
ROY: Prick.
TOBY (OS/ON): I still think this is a bad idea
that we waited for him all this time.
Everything shit that happened to Brigit,
happened after she got with him.
Now, I ain't gettin' in this truck unless I am drivin'!
GRACE: Fine! Christ Almighty on a broken rockin' horse!
It is too early for your crazy!
Get out.
Get out!
TOBY (OS): Thank you, little sister.
GRACE: Oh, my God.
TOBY: I was listenin' to the preacher this mornin' on the radio
and he said the word "sinner" six times in six minutes.
You know what that means?
It means it's gonna be a glorious day.
ROY: Gimme the gun.
TOBY: Don't hurt yourself.
ROY (OS): Ugh.
(MUSIC BEGINS)
(BLOWS AIR)
JOHN: Right.
Shit!
Someone's here! Someone's here!
KANE: What the fuck.
(GRUNTING)
ROY: Come on, Toby.
(GRUNTING)
TOBY: Does it look like she needs help?
(GRUNTING)
(COUGHING)
(GRUNTING)
JOHN: Fuck, the door's sealed.
GRACE (OS): Hey, asshole!
(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)
JOHN: I can give you anything you want!
GRACE: Aw, I think we know what you got.
JOHN: That only thing you're guilty of right now
is just trespassing.
GRACE: Nah, I done killed that guard back there.
ROY (OS): Keats has a guard?
Why does Keats have a guard?
TOBY: And these boys are packin' some real firepower.
That's military spec, right there.
ROY: Grace never mentioned anything about a fucking guard.
TOBY: I knew they're hidin' somethin'.
JOHN: You leave right now, I swear I won't tell a soul,
I won't say a word!
GRACE: You can answer a question for us, we'll be on our way.
JOHN: Yes, anything!
GRACE: What happened to Brigit Baker?
(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)
TOBY: House is clear.
See, I told you this Ayn Rand lovin' Epstein wannabe
is hidin' somethin'.
JOHN: It's just my safe room.
TOBY: Fuckin' open it.
GRACE (ON/OS): Fuck the door!
I wanna know what you did to Brigit.
JOHN (OS): You can still go, I didn't press the silent alarm.
GRACE: Go ahead, push it.
JOHN: You want me to trip the alarm?
TOBY: Yes, we do, Dr. Keats.
ROY: I'm not leaving here, but you can push the button.
GRACE (OS/ON): Don't make him repeat himself.
Let's get the whole town in on the fun.
(MUSIC ENDS)
CASHIER: Here's your baker's dozen.
KYLE: How we doin', sweetheart?
CASHIER (OS): Cash or credit?
(CLEARS THROAT)
KYLE: Hold on.
(KYLE GRUNTING)
KYLE: Tell you what.
This'll do.
CASHIER: Thanks.
KYLE: Uh, d... d... d... d...
Don't.
CASHIER (OS): Okay, bye.
You forgot your gun.
KYLE: Oh, hell.
CASHIER (OS): Alright, see you later.
(SNORING)
MARISA: Hey!
(GRUNTS)
MARISA: I thought you were dead.
Get up!
It's time to get up.
BEN: You could... You could sit on my lap.
MARISA: Oh.
BEN: I don't know
if it could you know, hold both of us.
MARISA: Come on.
(BEN GRUNTS)
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
(MARISA LAUGHING)
KYLE: Let's go!
MARISA: Gotta go.
BEN: Let's have a snow day.
(KISSING)
MARISA: Nobody cares, Boy Scout.
BEN: Mm.
Yes. Here, oh yes.
KYLE: Let's roll, old man, we got donuts.
MARISA: The other one.
Ooh!
(BLOWS AIR)
(SLURPING)
MARISA: Mm, you boys have fun out there.
KYLE: Christ, Chief.
At least, act like you give a shit.
BEN: Let's go.
(SIGHS)
BEN: What's cooking?
KYLE (ON/OS): I just gotta go to the kindergarten at 11:00,
talk to the kids about bein' a hero and all that, you know.
(INDISTINCT SPEECH)
BEN (ON/OS): Let's go see your daddy. I need a word.
Let's make it a surprise.
KYLE: My daddy don't like surprises.
(CHUCKLING)
I understand.
CHARLES (OS): Pull!
(MUSIC BEGINS)
CHARLES (OS/ON): Pull!
CHARLES (OS): Pull!
(MUSIC ENDS)
CHARLES (OS): Pull!
BEN: 66 is better.
KYLE: Mornin', daddy.
CHARLES (OS): What's wrong?
KYLE: Maybe we just wanted to come say "hello"
AGGIE (OS) (ON RADIO): Deputy Rutledge, Deputy Rutledge,
you got eyes on Sheriff Ben?
KYLE: Yeah, I'm here.
AGGIE (OS) (ON RADIO): The silent alarm was just tripped at Dr. Keats' house.
Probably him, just knocked it again.
But when I called the house, he didn't answer. Copy.
BEN (ON/OS): One of his maids again.
Get Marisa to you know, head over.
KYLE (ON/OS): She ain't gonna be happy, it's her day off.
Yeah, Aggie.
We got it, we're gonna handle it, thank you.
Deputy Marisa.
MARISA: What?
KYLE: We're requestin' a 89 at the residence of
one Doctor John Keats, 1403...
MARISA (OS) (ON RADIO): Are you kidding me? It's my day off!
KYLE: Deputy, crime don't take days off.
MARISA(OS) (ON RADIO): One of his maids must've hit it with her ass.
(CHUCKLES)
KYLE: Appreciated, Deputy.
MARISA: Ooh!
Mm.
(SLURPING)
BEN: Problem handled.
CHARLES: Delegated.
That's word you're lookin' for, "delegated".
What do you want, Ben?
BEN: I've been doin' some math.
CHARLES: There you go, son.
BEN: I saw this real nice boat, a schooner in uh, Jacksonville.
CHARLES: Hand me a water, would you?
KYLE (OS): Pull!
CHARLES: Thank you.
BEN: There you go.
KYLE (OS): Pull!
CHARLES (OS/ON): Why don't you try hittin' one, son?
Those shells are expensive.
KYLE: Sorry, pa.
BEN (OS): You always said he takes after his mother.
CHARLES: She'd be rollin' in her grave if she saw him shoot like that.
(CHUCKLING)
CHARLES: How much?
BEN: 50.
30 will cover it.
Thank you.
CHARLES: Stop by the house tonight, I'll have it for you.
KYLE (OS): Pull!
TOBY (OS): Get in there. Yeah.
JOHN: Easy. Easy!
TOBY: Sit down.
JOHN: Easy.
TOBY: You okay, little sis?
GRACE: Always.
TOBY: What you hidin' behind that door, uh-huh?
You're the black El Chapo or you runnin'
the Thule sex cult sellin' the blood of the virgins
to the ultra-rich?
GRACE (ON/OS): You watch too much YouTube, Toby.
Dr. Keats ain't sellin' virgin blood.
TOBY: Thule Society is a real thing, Grace.
ROY: What's takin' the Sheriff so long?
T, gimme his phone.
JOHN: They don't let me have a phone!
GRACE: Who don't let you have a phone?
JOHN: I've already said too much
ROY: T, give me your phone.
TOBY: What do you think I'm dumb?
I'm not giving my phone, they could track me.
ROY: Grace.
(SIGHS)
TOBY (ON/OS): You ain't never tied anybody to a chair before?
That's not how you do it.
GRACE: What, you want Roy to do it?
(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT IN BACKGROUND)
LANEY: Albany Federal Bureau of Investigations.
How can I help?
CHARLES: Say that again.
LANEY: I have one Roy Lambert on the other line.
He says he's taken John Keats hostage.
CHARLES: What a horrendous prank.
LANEY (OS/ON) (ON PHONE): Doesn't sound like a prank, sir.
Hey, daddy, um, yeah my friends are on their way.
You're gonna see them real soon.
They'll be there in just a minute, don't you worry.
CHARLES: Christ, we'll take care of it.
LANEY (OS/ON) (ON PHONE): Sir, we have to roll a unit.
Hostage situations are federal, it's protocol.
CHARLES (OS) (ON PHONE): Perhaps you never got the call.
LANEY: It's already been logged.
CHARLES: Where they comin' from?
LANEY (OS/ON) (ON PHONE): Albany.
That's an hour to Fitzgerald.
If they get there and sense there is anything
in that house, they will come in and they will find it.
CHARLES: No.
Stall 'em as long as you can
LANEY: Mmhmm.
KYLE: Who was that?
CHARLES: Someone we pay to keep us informed.
Roy Lambert is out of prison?
Go start the truck, son.
Should've killed him.
Can you clean this up?
BEN: How clean?
CHARLES: Doesn't have to be squeaky.
BEN: Dr. Keats?
CHARLES (OS/ON): Alive.
Can't lose Dr. Keats.
You know that, right?
He's the best at what he does.
I should send Silas.
BEN: Oh, no. You don't wanna do that.
Let me try.
CHARLES: Well, Silas can get this done.
BEN: You want discreet?
That's why I'm here.
CHARLES (OS/ON): Alright.
If you get a shot at Roy, then take it right.
BEN: Yes, sir.
DISPATCHER (OS) (ON RADIO): FBI is 55 minutes out.
KYLE (OS): Call just went out on the radio!
CHARLES: You contain this.
(MUSIC BEGINS)
ROY (OS): Thank God.
BEN: Let's try some diplomacy.
ROY: Grace, give me a rifle.
GRACE (OS): Why?
ROY (ON/OS): The Sheriff is here. Give me a rifle, come on.
A big one.
GRACE: Uh-huh, you get what you get.
(ROY TAKES A DEEP BREATH)
ROY: I'm gonna do the talkin'.
GRACE: That's all you do.
TOBY (OS/ON): Hey Keats,
tell me how does a small-time pharmacist afford
a place like this, huh?
JOHN: I'm frugal.
TOBY: Bullshit.
JOHN: My family's been livin' in this house for 85 years
that you uppity animals barged in.
TOBY: Oh, shut the hell up.
JOHN: I bet the farm you don't see the sundown.
ROY: That's far enough, Ben.
BEN (OS/ON): Can we pretend for a moment that we're civilized?
I need proof of life.
(MUSIC ENDS)
BEN: Doctor, you well?
JOHN (ON/OS): Ass stupid question considerin' the circumstance,
you drunk bastard!
Tell 'em I'll pay whatever they want!
TOBY (OS): Shut the fuck up.
JOHN: It's all about the money with you people.
BEN: I thought you were in the big house.
ROY: Got out a few hours ago.
BEN: You hurt anyone yet?
GRACE: Yep, and the day is still young.
BEN (ON/OS): You wanna negotiate, kid?
Money, reparations?
How about a nice gin and tonic?
Sounds pretty good, don't it?
ROY (OS/ON): Where's your hometown spirit, Ben?
I know you know exactly who to ask to get what we want.
BEN: Which is?
GRACE: The answer to one question, who the fuck killed my sister?
BEN: I investigated.
She went missing.
She probably went to Atlanta.
Yeah, and got mixed up in a bad scene...
GRACE: My sister wasn't no junkie, she would never just run off!
ROY (ON/OS): The last time she was seen, she was coming here,
to Dr. Keats's house.
So here's what's what.
You have 30 minutes
to solve the disappearance of Brigit Baker.
BEN: Or?
GRACE (OS/ON): Or I start sendin' out John Keats, piece by piece,
until you got 'em all.
BEN (ON/OS): So let me get this straight.
If you don't hear what you don't wanna hear,
then you're gonna shoot Dr. Keats.
ROY (OS): That's right.
(CHUCKLING)
BEN: It took all three of you to come up with that?
ROY: Call the FBI, get every LEO in the state here
or I kill my number one suspect.
BEN: No, Roy.
GRACE: Yes, Ben, 30 minutes.
3,0 or I start askin' Dr. Keats the truth.
BEN: And if he doesn't answer?
GRACE: I put a gun to his head and I ask him again.
BEN: And if he still doesn't answer?
ROY (ON/OS): It's a small town, she's got a lot of bullets.
Someone's gonna talk.
This started 10 years ago
but it ends tonight.
(MUSIC BEGINS)
KYLE: What in God's name possessed them to do this?
BEN (OS): They say they're here for Brigit.
KYLE: Who?
BEN: Brigit Baker.
KYLE: Well, we should smoke 'em out right now, before they dig in.
BEN (ON/OS): Fuck.
Yeah.
(CLEARS THROAT)
BEN (OS) (ON RADIO): Deputy Lewis.
Deputy Lewis, are you on?
MARISA: Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, what's up?
BEN (ON/OS): Thanks for doin' that welfare check on Dr. Keats.
MARISA: No problem, no problem.
BEN: Did you notice anything uh, unusual?
MARISA: Mm-mm, no. No, nothin'.
BEN (OS/ON): Nothing?
'Cause he's been taken hostage by Roy Lambert...
MARISA (OVERLAPPING): Fuck! What?
BEN (OS/ON) (OVERLAPPING): Grace Baker and Toby.
What's that Toby's last name?
KYLE: Toby Cavendish?
BEN: Toby Cavendish.
KYLE (OS): Same mom as Grace and Brigit, different dad.
MARISA (OS) (ON RADIO): Yeah, yeah. I'm on my way, I'm on my way.
BEN (OS): I want you to go to the far side of the lake.
Go to the Point.
MARISA: Got it.
BEN (OS) (ON RADIO): Play God.
MARISA: You got it, you got it.
Shit, man!
KYLE (OS/ON): This whole police department's fucked.
First thing I'm gonna do when I get in charge, I'm firin' her.
FBI's gonna make a meal out of this.
We should wait, let them handle it.
BEN (ON/OS): Yeah, the Feds are gonna fuck this up.
Let's let them cool off.
KYLE: Are you tryin' to be a hero now?
BEN: Fuck off. I can do this.
TOBY (OS): What you hidin' in that safe room, Keats?
That where you keep your reptilian friends hidden, hmm?
(MUSIC ENDS)
TOBY: Imma find out all your secrets by the end of this day.
JOHN: What gives you the impression that I'm anything
but a good man, huh?
TOBY: Well, this is Georgia.
Everyone's doin' somethin' they're not supposed
to be doin'.
Sometimes it's their cousin
and sometimes people are runnin' a satanic sex cult.
Now, I say we just move his fingernails
with a fuckin' blender.
GRACE: How would that even work?
TOBY (ON/OS): I read a book about it.
You break the wrist first, you tap the fingers,
you do one finger at a time...
ROY: We're not fuckin' torturing anyone!
GRACE: Yet.
ROY: No.
TOBY: If you don't got the stomach for this,
why don't you just walk off, Roy?
Right now.
ROY (ON/OS): Brigit was everything to me.
I think about her every fucking day!
She made me a better person.
(GRACE CHUCKLES)
ROY: And if we torture him, we're no fucking better than him.
TOBY: We are a country founded on violence, Roy.
You hear me?
ROY: Fuck are you talkin' about?
TOBY: I'm talkin' about our constitutional right
as American citizens to enact violence on people,
so we can get what we want in the name of justice!
ROY: You are fucking crazy!
TOBY: Yes, I am.
JOHN (ON/OS): You're a rare specimen, Toby.
And you too, Grace.
GRACE: Thank you.
JOHN (OS/ON): I didn't mean that it was a good thing.
You see, Brigit was nothin' like you.
She was a team player.
TOBY: Hey, she worked for you one summer for two months,
you didn't know her.
JOHN: Brigit Baker was not the young woman you thought she was.
ROY: What do you mean?
JOHN: She never loved you, Roy.
GRACE: Ain't that the truth?
(CHUCKLING)
ROY: No, you do not have permission to talk me like that!
(GRACE SCOFFS)
GRACE: I will talk to you, however I want to.
ROY: No, you won't.
We were in love.
From the moment I met her, she was everything to me.
JOHN: Where did you meet, Roy?
ROY: It's none of your fuckin' business.
JOHN (ON/OS): You met at a show in Bridgeport,
one cool summer night.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN BACKGROUND)
(MUSIC BEGINS)
JOHN (VO): By 11:05.
She swept you off your feet.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN BACKGROUND)
JOHN (VO): You was her music man.
ROY: How do you know that?
She tell you that before you fucking killed her?
JOHN: Brigit only spoke to you, tolerated you,
because Charles Rutledge ordered it.
ROY: That's a lie.
That's a fucking lie!
JOHN (OS/ON): And you two?
(JOHN SCOFFS)
JOHN (OS/ON): She was embarrassed by the of both of you.
Truth is she resented the fact
that she was even related to you.
GRACE: Truth is she could be a prissy bitch.
TOBY: Hey, you don't talk about her like that.
GRACE (OVERLAPPING): Hey, she's my sister, too, Imma talk about her...
TOBY (OS) (OVERLAPPING): You do not disrespect her name right now!
GRACE (OS) (OVERLAPPING): Dumbass, it doesn't fuckin' matter!
It doesn't matter! (OVERLAPPING SPEECH)
TOBY (OS) (OVERLAPPING): Hey, stop bein' a goddamn bitch right now!
ROY (OVERLAPPING): Stop!
(OVERLAPPING CONVERSATION)
ROY (OVERLAPPING): He's just tryin' to get in our fuckin' heads!
Stop!
(EXHALES)
TOBY: Nice fuckin' work, ain't it?
(GRUNTING)
SILAS (ON/OS): Mr. Rutledge.
Grace Baker.
Okay. Move up.
(MUSIC ENDS)
TOBY: Alright.
Come on, from where do you do that?
I'm gonna find out all your secrets, I am.
TOBY: Okay, how does this work?
(SIGHS)
TOBY: What's this here?
Oh, and you thought that you built yourself a smart little door.
Well, let me tell you, Toby is gonna find a way in.
Fuckin' find a way!
(EXHALES)
TOBY (ON): Now, I guess we're gonna do this
the old-fashioned way, door.
Yeah.
(GRUNTING)
TOBY: Here we go.
Fire in the hole!
BEN: What the fuck was that?
TOBY: Hoo! Hoo-hoo!
ROY: What the fuck was that?
GRACE: Sounded like a C-4.
(COUGHING)
TOBY: Oh, shit!
Oh, you are one goddamn strong door, aren't you?
ROY: Where did he get a C-4 from?
GRACE: I don't know, probably had it in his pocket.
ROY: Redneck.
(SIGHS)
TOBY: That was some of the weakest C-4 I ever blown up.
That's alright.
I'm gonna find my way in.
Here we go.
Mmhmm.
(GRUNTS)
TOBY: Shit!
KYLE: We should get in there. Save the day.
BEN: Well, that would be stupid.
GRACE: Ha-ha, hell yes!
JOHN: That's a '61 St. Andrews, don't you dare!
(ROY SIGHS)
ROY: It's a little early to be celebrating, Grace.
GRACE: A bit late to be sober.
GRACE: No, you're on probation, that will be illegal.
ROY (OS): Are you ever not a fuck-up?
GRACE: Give me one more ounce of lip and I will lay you out.
(SIGHS)
ROY: You're a very angry person.
GRACE: Ha-ha, I can be a violent person, too.
I contain multitudes, motherfucker.
JOHN: You people are sick in the head.
GRACE: We haven't even gettin' started yet.
JOHN (ON): You killed Kane in cold blood.
ROY: Our blood hasn't been cold in 10 years.
GRACE: Who was Kane? Your security guard?
Yeah, I tore through him like a seafood buffet.
JOHN: He's not my guard!
GRACE: The fuck you say.
JOHN (OS/ON): You're so naïve, child.
I'd leave this place if I could. Forget it.
ROY: Say that again.
JOHN: Charles, he's the monster!
He's the one you need to be asking questions
about Brigit, not me.
GRACE: They don't let you leave?
(SIGHS)
JOHN (ON/OS): Once a week, I get to go get a good meal at a restaurant.
Other than that I work for Charles.
Over and over
GRACE: You're serious?
JOHN: As cancer.
(SIGHS)
ROY (OS) (ON PHONE): What does Charles Rutledge have to do with this?
All we want is the truth.
BEN: It's not as easy as it sounds!
GRACE: Nothin' worth gettin' is easy except drunk.
BEN (OS/ON) (ON PHONE): Easy?
Not the way I do it.
(GRACE CHUCKLING)
GRACE (OS/ON) (ON PHONE): Oh, we're makin' jokes now?
Well, here's a funny one for you.
Brigit was 19 when she disappeared
and she never had a legal drink in her life.
BEN: If you know, you were them,
how would you escape?
KYLE: Well, you got lake on both sides
and in the back, it's just bush all the way to Florida.
BEN (OS/ON): They knew they weren't leaving.
Mr. Rutledge,
I got this right where I want it.
CHARLES (OS) (ON PHONE): Not fast enough.
BEN: I'm takin' care of it.
CHARLES: Silas and the Old Boys are en route
to expedite the situation.
BEN: We can't just shoot our way out of it.
CHARLES (ON/OS) (ON PHONE): Dr. Keats means a great deal to this town.
We lose him, we possibly lose our way of life.
Am I understood?
BEN: There is a chance that this ends
without another bullet fired!
CHARLES (OS) (ON PHONE): How?
BEN: Anything you can tell me about Brigit's disappearance?
CHARLES: I wouldn't go there.
BEN (OS) (ON PHONE): Or what?
CHARLES: You might join her.
(CHUCKLES)
CHARLES: Wherever that may be.
BEN: A girl went missing!
CHARLES (OS/ON) (ON PHONE): And you investigated.
And the town had a vigil and no body was ever found.
You even said it yourself.
No body, no crime.
BEN (ON/OS) (ON PHONE): Think of their perspective.
Imagine if it was Kyle.
How far would you go for him?
CHARLES (ON/OS) (ON PHONE): Stay in your lane, Sheriff.
Assist Silas.
The FBI negotiating team is gonna be here in 41 minutes.
I need this wrapped in a bow in 30.
BEN: Your daddy sends his love.
KYLE: I thought Roy Lambert was doing 10 years for assault.
BEN: He was.
KYLE: Who did he attack?
BEN: Three guesses.
KYLE: Dr. Keats?
No. Dad?
BEN: Roy sucker punched him.
Yeah, and your dad got him a decade.
KYLE: 10 years for assaulting someone?
Must've been hell of a punch.
BEN: It was.
After we called off the search for Brigit,
your father, in his infinite wisdom, told Roy
that Brigit was better off dead.
KYLE: I would have punched him, too.
BEN: You wouldn't have.
MARISA: Shit!
BEN (ON PHONE): Are you in position?
MARISA (OS/ON) (ON PHONE): Patience isn't one of your virtues, is it Ben?
Spoke with Mrs. Baker.
She doesn't want anything to do with her daughter.
MARISA (OS/ON) (ON PHONE): Adopted daughter, that is.
(MUSIC BEGINS)
I've got eyes and ammo on the house.
Unless they don't get through you.
They ain't comin' through here,
BEN (ON/OS) (ON PHONE): That's my call.
Don't fire till I give the green light.
MARISA: Understood, Sheriff.
BEN: Oh fuck!
SILAS: Ben.
BEN: We got it under control.
SILAS (ON/OS): Doesn't look that way to me.
Look, Ben, it's been a true pleasure
workin' with you on this.
We got it from here.
Now, why don't you and the kid
go setup a perimeter or some shit?
BEN: Fuck off, Silas!
SILAS: Timeline?
CALLAN (OS): 15 minutes to breach. 10 to wrap out.
SILAS (OS): Rutledge wants this done and we're here to handle it.
Thank you for your service, but you're on the bench.
Let's go.
KYLE: Ben, what the hell's happenin' here?
Dad sent a militia?
BEN: You think you can get inside the house?
KYLE: How?
BEN: Hug the tree line.
KYLE: Wait, so you want me inside the house,
so Silas doesn't shoot the shit up?
BEN (ON/OS): Somethin' like that.
A bloodbath won't do anything.
You understand?
KYLE (ON/OS): Alright, if you ain't gonna do it,
I guess it's my time to be the hero.
It's my time.
TOBY (OS/ON): Say what? You want me to do what?
Get up on in here.
Okay, I can do that.
Now, Jesus be with me.
We're doing the Lord's work here.
Okay.
ROY (OS/ON): Brigit told me Toby was goin' off the deep end,
but that guy needs help.
GRACE: He went downhill after Brigit.
Last year, he went to a donnybrook in Alabama.
Said he partied and got a weird bump of coke.
JOHN (ON): Grace, didn't you wanna be a dancer?
What ever happened to that Grace Baker
who used to sell Girl Scout cookies door to door?
GRACE: She learned to fight and shoot a gun.
JOHN (ON/OS): Must've been real hard growin' up in Brigit's shadow.
She was wicked smart.
I helped her write some of her college application.
I even helped her win that full-ride scholarship to Yale.
Broke my heart when Charles convinced her to join
the town business.
Brigit was a good kid.
One of the greatest kids you could hope for
comin' out of a foster home.
She always looked out for you, didn't she?
You and Toby, your case workers failed you.
But the three of you, you always had each other.
That's good.
Nice.
I had a foster kid once. Didn't work out.
Of course, that was back when the state
paid you good money to take care of bastards.
ROY (OS/ON): Do you hear yourself?
Does that sound like a normal thing to say?
JOHN (ON/OS): Some of those kids,
their family tree looked like circles.
Grace, I want you to know
just because your own family abandoned you
doesn't mean you have to give up on yourself.
All this hate. All this anger!
Brigit would have wanted you to forget her.
GRACE: Oh, I try.
ROY: What? You try?
GRACE: Shut up.
ROY: You try?
GRACE (OS): It's not what I meant.
ROY: What'd you mean then? Enlighten us.
GRACE (ON): I've spent 10 years tryin' to move on, Roy.
10 years. And I feel guilty.
(SOBS)
GRACE: But I want to forget her, I do.
I try so hard, but my mind just doesn't let me sleep.
And I keep thinkin' about what these sick fucks did to her!
And I just don't sleep.
(SOBS)
GRACE: I need to know what happened, Roy.
(SOBBING)
ROY (OS/ON): I spent 10 years in prison.
I lost my career, I lost everything.
No one cared, except for you.
You and the memory of her, that's all that kept me sane.
GRACE: Yeah, well, try bein' free and not bein' able
to do anythin' about it,
because I made your stupid ass a promise
that I would wait until you got out to do shit.
(MUSIC BEGINS)
GRACE: And every soul from God to the Devil knows that Grace Baker keeps her word!
I swore on Brigit's grave that I would kill anyone
who had anythin' to do with her disappearance.
If I find out that you had anythin' to do with it,
God fuckin' help you, I will kill you myself.
(SOBBING)
ROY: Shit! Do you hear that?
(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)
ROY: Toby, do you hear that?
(GRUNTING)
SILAS (OS): Who's inside?
BEN (OS/ON): You got Roy, you got Grace, and the dipshit cousin.
I can't remember his name.
SILAS (OS): Yeah, Toby Cavendish. That piece of shit.
CALLAN: Toby Cavendish is nothin' but an all-American loser.
I heard he tried to start a gun store and failed.
MILITIA MEMBER 1: Who the fuck can't make money ownin' a gun store in Georgia?
CALLAN: Are we just doin' surveillance for now?
'Cause this drone can knock real loud if it needs to.
BEN (ON/OS): You're not doin' a fuckin' drone strike.
You're gonna kill Keats.
SILAS (OS/ON): Rutledge authorized it.
So we're doin' it.
MILITIA MEMBER 1: Yo, didn't Toby and Grace enlist?
(CHUCKLING)
CALLAN (ON/OS): Yeah, I heard that, too. Then they washed out.
(MUSIC ENDS)
(MUSIC BEGINS)
GRACE: You found anyone?
ROY: No.
What is that?
GRACE: That's called a "drone", convict.
Or in the language of my people, we call it "target practice".
BEN (OS): Oh shit!
CALLAN (ON): Come on!
(MUSIC ENDS)
(CHUCKLING)
BEN (OS/ON): I can't believe you thought that would work
for grown men.
(CHUCKLING)
CALLAN: Alright, we're gonna take this house, we don't need robots.
CALLAN (OS): You got it?
(MUSIC BEGINS)
TOBY: What the hell was that?
ROY (OS): Charles didn't exactly send his finest monkeys.
TOBY: What? Why're you smilin'?
GRACE: That wasn't a drone. That was a drone drone.
They must have packed that with C-4 or some shit,
'cause I shot it with my 556.
That means they think you're expendable, John Keats.
(WHISTLING)
TOBY (OS/ON): Well, that's fascinating. How about that, Dr. Keats?
Who is more scary now? Us or them?
JOHN: Last time I saw Brigit, she was gettin' in to the back of
the Sheriff's cruiser.
They were taking her away, I swear.
(SIGHS)
GRACE: Put it on speaker.
BEN: Yeah?
GRACE (OS/ON)(ON PHONE): Why does Dr. Keats say
that you know what happened to Brigit?
BEN (OS/ON)(ON PHONE): Me?
I hardly know my way to the station.
What possible reason would I have?
GRACE: Dr. Keats said he saw her in your police cruiser.
BEN (OS) (ON PHONE): 10 years ago? I blacked out drunk.
GRACE: If you ain't tryin' to hide anything,
why're you sendin' drone drones, huh?
Tryna turn this into a Waco?
BEN (OS/ON) (ON PHONE): No more bloodshed, okay? Please.
I don't know what happened to Brigit.
Grace, do you hear me?
Uh, I don't... I... I investigated it
and it... it's... it's tough.
I put together a list of suspects.
On the top of the list, Roy Lambert.
ROY: Bullshit!
BEN (OS/ON) (ON PHONE): When he assaulted Charles,
he gave us a way to lock him up.
ROY: It's bullshit!
BEN (OS) (ON PHONE): Charles insisted we stopped the investigation
after Roy's conviction to keep the community safe.
And around here, whatever Charles wants, he gets.
GRACE: Anythin' else?
BEN (OS/ON)(ON PHONE): Just let Dr. Keats go.
Nobody else needs to die today.
Christ!
(ROY SIGHS)
ROY (OS): They fuckin' set me up.
(MUSIC ENDS)
ROY: She was the best girl that I ever met.
She was too good for me.
But you know there's no way I could've done this.
GRACE: She was too good for you.
ROY: She was. She really was.
GRACE: Christ! I know you didn't kill Brig.
ROY: Thanks.
GRACE (ON/OS): You're too much of a pussy.
Now, I definitely know they're hidin' somethin'.
So Toby, get that door down.
TOBY: What the hell you think I've been tryin' to do,
little sister?
GRACE: Tryin' ain't doin', is it, big brother?
JOHN: Some things can't be unseen.
If you get through that door, everything changes.
TOBY: I told y'all!
Imma get in that door right now.
You hear me?
(MUSIC BEGINS)
ROY: Holy shit.
Charles Rutledge actually showed up.
GRACE: Oh, see? My plan is workin'.
ROY: Your plan?
(SCOFFS)
CHARLES: Status?
SILAS: Boys are preppin' now.
We only have to do this once.
CHARLES: How did your delicate approach go?
BEN: It's goin'. Kyle's inside now.
CHARLES: What?
SILAS (OS): What the fuck did you just say?
BEN: There was no stopping him.
He overpowered me.
CHARLES (ON/OS): You don't get it, do you?
Negotiating with them
announces to every goddamn degenerate
that all they have to do to get ahead in this world
is point a gun in a man's face that works for a livin'.
No, those are assholes, they have a different mindset.
And now you sent my only son in there to deal with them.
BEN (OS/ON): Marisa?
You got eyes on Kyle?
MARISA: Negative. I can't see him.
He's not with you?
CHARLES: You're supposed to be his babysitter.
You fuckin' dumbass.
BEN: I'm the Sheriff of this county.
CHARLES: Yes, you are.
Don't forget who put you there, who keeps you there,
and who could put you in the ground
faster than a sparrow can shit.
You're a burned-out, washed-up disgrace to this town.
It's only by my patience and the benevolence of the good Lord
that you are still breathin'.
My family, they built this town.
They toiled to make her great.
My blood is in every tree, my breath in every gust of wind!
You couldn't make it as a cop in New York or Atlanta.
Or even as a security guard in the fuckin' Walmart.
You're a corrupt, godless, divorced, deadbeat dad
whose only children don't even call you on your birthday!
Yeah, you're the Sheriff. What are you doin'?
Still thinkin' you're the quarterback?
Well, you're not! You're a fuckin' waste of space.
You got me? A fuckin' waste! Goddammit!
Are we clear?
BEN: Yes.
CHARLES (OS): Yes, what?
BEN: Yes, sir.
CHARLES: Good, now you're relieved, Sheriff.
Thank you for your service.
BEN: Stop fuckin' yellin' at me!
CHARLES (OS/ON): Gonna send you the money for that boat you wanted so bad.
Then I never wanna see you again.
That's the deal. Good doin' business with you.
Now, fuck off!
SILAS: Get the fuck outta here, Ben.
CHARLES (ON/OS): Goddammit, boy!
Ben, that's my property over there!
You're fuckin' walkin'!
(MUSIC BEGINS)
GRACE (OS): They're makin' a play.
JOHN: Are they really tryin' to kill me?
GRACE: Now we have to keep you alive. Great.
JOHN: Me?
GRACE (OS/ON): They'll have to get in line.
T, if you wanna get in there, you gotta do it yesterday.
(GRUNTS)
TOBY: Shit!
I knew it. I'm in.
That's what I'm talkin' about.
Come on, Jesus, help me open this door.
(GRUNTING)
TOBY: Hey Grace, I'm in!
Let's do this.
(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)
TOBY: I can't see shit.
Better not be aliens.
Alright, I'm goin' down!
Be with me now, JC. Be with me.
(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)
(GRUNTS)
(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)
(GRUNTING)
(MUSIC ENDS)
(GRUNTING)
(MAN CHUCKLING)
(GRUNTING)
(MUSIC BEGINS)
CHARLES (OS): The Feds are 23 minutes out.
Three SUVs.
(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)
TOBY (OS/ON): Now, you're not gonna believe this,
but turns out that Dr. Keats here
is cookin' up more deerugs below our feet than
a Hunter S. Thompson could do in a 1,000 lifetimes.
You, my friends, are lookin' at
the Georgia Peach Pablo Escobar.
JOHN: It's not what it looks like!
TOBY (ON/OS): Really?
'Cause I saw enough deerugs to make a 1,000 pounds
of fentanyl, crystal, ecstasy, you name it!
I was right, Grace, this whole time!
Me, I knew this!
I was right
and y'all will never hear the end of this.
ROY (OS): Four in coming. Grace, get upstairs.
GRACE (OS/ON): Yeah, well, if we don't keep him alive,
we won't live long enough to hear the start of it.
ROY (OS): They're moving to the side of the house, Grace.
TOBY: You fuckin' devil!
MARISA (ON/OS) (ON PHONE): Are you makin' a move on the house?
A little fuckin' heads-up would have been nice, Ben.
CHARLES (ON/OS): Ben's no longer sheriff.
You got a shot at those SOBs, you take it, you got me?
MARISA (OS/ON) (ON PHONE): Oh, Mr. Rutledge
Ok, yes, sir.
(TAKES A DEEP BREATH)
TOBY: Oh, I can't wait to see the faces of those FBI boys
when they discover your stash.
(LAUGHING)
(GRUNTING)
MARISA: Kidding?
(CHUCKLING)
GRACE: I lit those fuckers up like a Christmas tree.
CALLAN (OS): Come here!
(GRACE GRUNTS)
CALLAN (ON/OS): Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!
Come here, come here, come here.
(CHUCKLING)
(GRUNTING)
CALLAN (OS/ON): No, no, no, no.
You don't want everybody cut through, huh, boyfriend.
No, no?
Drop it, drop it.
Drop it!
(GRUNTING)
GRACE (OS): Shoot this fuck nugget!
(CALLAN CHUCKLING)
CALLAN (OS/ON): Hey Keats, what's goin' on?
Did they get a call off?
Huh, did they? Who'd you tell?
JOHN: I didn't tell 'em anything!
CALLAN (OS/ON): No, that's bullshit.
I don't believe a word of it.
TOBY (OS/ON): I found out about your cave of sin, though.
How many people in on it, huh? The whole town?
Oh, I think I know you.
Aren't you the little Callan Martin?
You're in on it, too.
You couldn't spell your own name till freshman year!
CALLAN (ON/OS): I just feel rich.
Comin' from a guy who wore tin-foil suit
to his own graduation.
I bet your parents were real proud
thinkin' that you're... what?
The fuckin' NSA was scratchin' the inside of your skull?
You looney bin.
TOBY: That's pretty cocky from a guy who's got a gun on him.
CALLAN (OS/ON): No, no, the only person who's gonna be
fuckin' shootin' anybody is gonna be me.
I'm gonna blow your fucking head off.
And then I'm gonna take my time, interrogate all three of you.
KYLE (OS/ON): Don't you fuckin' move. I heard everything.
Were you lyin' about all that stuff
that you were sayin' about that bunker, Toby?
TOBY: I wish I was, Kyle.
CALLAN: Get off me.
KYLE: I'm the only cop here, man, it's time for you to go.
CALLAN (OS/ON): You get that fucking gun out of my back, boy.
You're gonna hit the broad side of a barn.
(CALLAN CHUCKLES)
CALLAN (OS/ON): You wouldn't know your ass from a hole in the ground!
You are way the fuck over your head.
KYLE (OS): Callan, you know, I'm warning you.
CALLAN (OS): No, I'm gonna fuckin' tell you.
Shut up and you do not have to die here!
Don't be a fuckin' hero.
KYLE (OS): Get out of here, man.
CALLAN (OS/ON): Your daddy's outside!
And the only person leavin' here alive is gonna be me
and possibly you unless you fuckin' turn around
right where you came out of.
(GRUNTS)
(MUSIC ENDS)
(MUSIC BEGINS)
(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)
(GRUNTING)
(TAKES A DEEP BREATH)
(SNIFFLES)
KYLE: I've never seen a dead body before.
(MUSIC ENDS)
TOBY (OS/ON): Roy,
get the phone.
TOBY (OS): Come on, Roy, on a double.
(MUSIC BEGINS)
(SIGHS)
CHARLES (OS) (ON PHONE): Callan, status report?
KYLE (OS): Mornin', daddy, I'm sorry.
CHARLES (ON/OS): You hurt my boy
and I will rain an unholy violence
down upon you sodomites.
TOBY (ON PHONE): Oh, we found your manufactorum of iniquity, Charles.
GRACE (ON/OS) (ON PHONE): You are responsible for what happens now.
Tell us everything that you know about Brigit
or Kyle gets really familiar with the inside of my gun.
You wanna save your secrets or your son?
CHARLES (OS/ON): I have to give credit where it's due.
Those three shot your boys to shit.
SILAS: Just a warm up.
CHARLES (ON/OS): We don't have time for games.
Get in there, get my son, kill the rest.
You got it?
SILAS: Hey, how long to get everybody to Keats'?
Okay.
(MUSIC ENDS)
(MUSIC BEGINS)
MILITIA MEMBER 2: Yeah? Got it, on my way.
TOBY (OS/ON): That man was here to kill us, Roy.
You did the right thing. Saved our lives.
(MUSIC ENDS)
GRACE: What happened to my sister?
JOHN: She's dead!
(MUSIC BEGINS)
JOHN (ON/OS): It's all that matters.
She's dead!
GRACE (OS): Who did it?
(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)
JOHN: It's not that simple.
TOBY: This all has somethin' to do with
what you cookin' down in the dungeon, don't it?
JOHN (ON/OS): It was Brigit's idea!
She had a vision.
Really owe it all to you, Toby.
TOBY: Bullshit.
JOHN (OS/ON): She was inspired by you.
She saw you gettin' high behind the group home.
TOBY: All you do is lie, Keats.
JOHN (ON/OS): And you, Grace.
She saw how unafraid you were of violence.
She wanted to find something that would bring you peace.
But you need to understand
the future of pharmaceuticals is all for the taking.
Once upon a time, cartels built their empires
strictly on marijuana.
And then, they saw the coastal elites' and posers'
appetite for blow.
Then the Brit Brigade brought E.
Brought it from the raves to the clubs.
Then the cartels shifted to heroine.
Oxycodone was being prescribed wholesale.
So the cartels innovated.
They started to cut that demon drug Fentanyl
to every damn thing.
Everyone was pitchin' a hissy fit.
Not to mention those gay vegans in Los Angeles
worried about all the additives in their orange juice,
but they couldn't even pronounce half the damn shit
that was in their fuckin' drugs.
TOBY (OS): Get to the point, Keats.
JOHN (ON/OS): She started off workin' for me that summer.
Stacking shelves.
Within a month, she was running the place.
She would always ask me mountains of questions
about... about the business.
For a moment, I thought she was tryin'
to figure out how to create a meth lab.
But I knew she was smarter than it.
TOBY: You're not just cooking up any old delight down there.
(GRUNTING)
TOBA: You're experimenting.
JOHN: Innovating! Brigit was a pioneer!
(CHUCKLING)
JOHN (ON/OS): She told me her idea.
We needed capital to build our labs.
You know, pharmaceutical components and shit like that.
And I introduced her to Charles.
I borrowed money from him long time ago.
He liked Brigit's idea.
He liked it a lot.
He was already into some shady shit, but...
ROY (OS): But what?
JOHN (ON/OS): Charles is a diligent man.
He wanted to know how this new drug,
that would be the ecstasy of the 2000s,
could be transported.
(COUGHS)
JOHN (OS/ON): Well, Brigit went out, did some research.
She started to think that traveling musicians
would be the answer.
And they would be the best way to transport the new drug.
That's where you came in, Roy.
The only reason she was at that bar that night, Roy,
was to see that she could see.
Then she saw you. She used you.
After you hit Charles, you were the perfect patsy for him.
Anyone who asked about Brigit, Charles could say
that it must have been her violent ex
even without evidence.
He had influence everywhere. Cops, judges.
It was all too easy for him.
And town drunk Sheriff Ben was happy to look the other way.
We all knew he was the worst cop in the country.
Couldn't even see half the cops in the county
were on Charles's parole.
(ROY TAKING DEEP BREATHS)
KYLE (OS/ON): You're lyin', these are all lies.
My dad's a good man. He can't be doin' this.
(SIGHS)
JOHN (ON/OS): I have no reason to lie.
Not anymore.
GRACE: So you, Brigit, and Charles are business partners.
JOHN (ON/OS): And Silas. There's always the Silas.
Someone to do the dirty work.
As I started to make headway,
Charles saw the potential.
He got greedy.
He invited Brigit here one night
and she never made it.
JOHN (OS): Silas pulled over in the Sheriff's cruiser.
I never saw her again.
I don't know what happened after that.
(JOHN SOBS)
JOHN (OS): I don't know what happened after that.
Then once Charles told Ben to stop the investigation.
The town moved on.
Everyone except you three and me.
Brigit was my apprentice, my friend.
(GRUNTING)
MARISA: Answer the phone, Ben.
Oh, fuck!
CHARLES (ON/OS): Let's trade!
We'll give you free passage out.
Just give us Kyle.
We'll stand down.
Give you my word!
KYLE (OS/ON): I'll corroborate everything.
You just gotta wait for the FBI boys to get here
and I'll... I'll back everything you say, I swear.
GRACE: Does the Sheriff know about Brigit?
JOHN (ON/OS): No.
No, we keep the Sheriff and Kyle in the dark about everything.
It's good cover for Charles to have a son as a deputy.
Everybody knows that Kyle's a dumb ass.
KYLE (OS/ON): My dad's a... a man of his word.
You just let me go and he'll... He'll let you guys free.
I... I promise.
TOBY: You best keep your word, Kyle.
You hear me?
(GRUNTING)
TOBY: Get outta here. Yeah, run to your daddy.
KYLE: I'm sorry.
I don't know what for, but I'm sorry.
CHARLES: Walk to me, son.
KYLE: You're gonna keep your promise?
You gave your word you'd let them go.
CHARLES: Come on now, just a little further.
Don't be a pigeon of peace, son.
KYLE: You're gonna let them go.
CHARLES: Dr. Keats Alive?
KYLE: He is.
KYLE (OS/ON): Let them pass.
Let them pass or when the FBI arrive,
I'll tell 'em everything.
(CHUCKLES)
CHARLES: You don't mean that.
KYLE: I swear. I swear on my life.
On mom's grave, I swear it.
(GRUNTING)
(MUSIC ENDS)
(MUSIC BEGINS)
JOHN (OS/ON): What are they doing? No, no!
Get me out of here.
MARISA: Fucking kidding me.
CHARLES (ON/OS): Get this done.
SILAS (OS): Kill them all, burn the lab!
FBI is eight minutes out!
JOHN: If we can get to the lab, we may be able to hold them off!
(GRUNTING)
MILITIA MEMBER 3: Oh, man.
(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)
(GRUNTING)
(MUSIC ENDS)
(TOBY GRUNTING)
(MUSIC BEGINS)
(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)
BEN (OS) (ON PHONE): Marisa, it's me. Don't shoot the kids.
This is on Charles.
(GRUNTING)
SILAS (OS): Get my gun!
(GRUNTING)
CHARLES (VO): Stay in your lane, Sheriff.
KYLE (VO): Are you tryin' to be a hero now?
(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)
GRACE: Hey! Hey!
ROY: Stop!
(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)
ROY: Let's get these fuckers for Toby.
CHARLES (VO): You're a fuckin' waste of space!
(GRUNTING)
MARISA: Hold still, motherfucker.
CHARLES (OS/ON): Hey!
Where the fuck do you think you are goin'?
(GRUNTS)
CHARLES: Ben, how come shit always lands on top?
BEN: It's over, Charlie.
(TAKES A DEEP BREATH)
BEN: Do you regret anything?
(GRUNTING)
(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)
BEN (OS) (ON RADIO): If anyone is still breathing in there, it's over.
(MUSIC ENDS)
(MUSIC BEGINS)
(SIGHING)
BEN: Christ.
(MUSIC ENDS)
ROY: How much did you know?
BEN: It was Keats and Charles.
ROY (ON/OS): Keats ran the drugs, but Silas killed Brigit.
He had your car that night.
BEN: I should've done more.
GRACE: Yeah, you fuckin' should've.
And now you're bleedin'.
BEN: It ain't my blood.
GRACE: You sure about that?
BEN (OS): The Feds are almost here. So go, you're free.
(MUSIC BEGINS)
(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)
BEN (OS): Marisa.
(TAKES A DEEP BREATH)
BEN (ON/OS): You were never here.
If anyone asks, I found a drug den.
Fought off the army.
I'm the hero.
(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)
BEN: Big shiny hero.
(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)
(GRUNTING)
(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)