Outsiders (2016) s01e09 Episode Script
Trust
1 Previously on "Outsiders" With this oak, our new leader takes rule.
But if the oak be taken in a manner impure, so the new Bren'in shall not endure.
Shouldn't be no concern to you.
Well, I got no concern.
It don't make sense.
She took a bath.
The water was still in the tub.
But her towel was sittin' where I left it, it was folded up, and it weren't damp.
If she didn't go, we'd all be gone.
G'win knows.
Will you be my queen, G'winveer? I accept.
We've run into some bumps in the road.
- By that, I mean the Farrells.
- We know where they live.
Right up there on that mountain, keeping us from jobs.
Take 'em out to a bar.
Buy 'em some drinks.
We gotta get them down off of there.
Hell, one of them tried to screw my sister.
Only idea I got is to go up there and kill 'em.
- [Panting.]
- [Gun cocks.]
I got somethin' for that back, and some Tequila.
[Thud.]
[Glass shatters, thud.]
You get some help, or I'm taking that boy away from you.
Hey, is Caleb here? Wait, wait.
When did they last see him? - I-I don't know.
- Ledda, where is he?! Caleb! [Rustling and rumbling.]
This about the future of the clan.
There's only one way to deal with some people fire.
Says you got a jug of your wine to trade.
This baby will make an impression.
[Cocks gun, machine gunfire.]
I can get you a hundred more where those came from.
the dawn is up, there's fire on the mountain they'll have to answer for their crooked plan the hollows will surround them and they'll go runnin' back to the wretched realm they came nor will the dogs of hell refrain and the land will suffer those who paid - [Indistinct conversations.]
- Just throw it.
You ain't gonna win.
Just throw it.
Ah! [Laughs.]
- [Speaks indistinctly.]
- You ain't got it.
You ain't let's see.
You ain't gonna get it.
- Ah, ha ha! - Come on, give me a win.
- [Indistinct conversations.]
- Come on.
- You ain't got nothin'.
- Oh! [Laughs.]
Yes! - You nicked! - Ain't nicked! Shut yourself.
Ain't my fault they turned against ya.
You're a cheat.
Rather be a cheat than a whiny little bitch.
Now you're talking last night, huh? Those are my winnings, not yours.
- Try and keep up with me - Guys! Open your eyes.
Whoa.
I come in peace.
Make you all my sentry wards.
Y'all let a crazy man in here like he's a bug.
Get your ass inside.
That happens again You won't like it.
- [Speaks indistinctly.]
- My sentry wards? Grow up.
Do it now.
[Door creaks.]
- You like it? [Sighs.]
- Mm.
Well, it ain't much use to me without ammunition.
But maybe that's why you burned it all last night before giving it to me.
I was just trying to get your undivided attention, is all.
Well, come to think on it, there are a couple rounds left in it.
Mm? [Hammer clicks.]
Guess not.
You said you could get me a hundred more like this.
I can and I will.
See, the folks I'm dealin' with down there, they have an affection for Farrell wine.
Meaning you grant me more wine, and I can get you more fire.
We take what we want from them.
We don't Sully ourselves with their affairs or their money.
You know this.
What are you gonna do, cut off my hand? Let him dirty himself.
You stay up here with us, protected.
I thought that guns made us weak, my queen.
You're the Bren'in.
Well Well, then go dirty yourself, boy.
- You heard my woman.
- What I heard was "queen.
" - Queen? - Oh, that's right.
He wasn't there.
No.
Well, I was never the marrying kind.
But I got to thinkin' that it ain't right that the the Bren'in not have a wife, so I offered, and she accepted.
Let's get back to our conversation.
You get me said fire for the coming war, you'll be good with me and this mountain for all time.
Fine.
Done and done.
I mean, you're okay with that? You good? Well, I sure am.
Huh? How about you? Oh, I've never been better.
[Door closes.]
- Your tea's gonna get cold.
- Mm-hmm.
[Exhales sharply.]
- [Laughing.]
- Who's the big man? Who's the wild man now, huh? Mr.
wild man with his fists! - [Laughter.]
- Huh?! Huh?! Huh?! Huh?! Uhh! I should kill you for what you done to my sister.
Ohh! [Laughs.]
Hey, hey, let up a second, James.
I think the boy could use a drink.
Hey, hey, hey, hey! Don't waste that.
Breece, we got us a Farrell! Look! - [Groans.]
- [Laughing.]
Stop it.
What in the hell are y'all thinkin'? Bunch of dumb shits! You got him now.
What you guys planning on doing with him? He's a person, you know? You gonna let him go, he's gonna go to the cops! Or worse, he runs back up top, brings down a bunch of crazies and kills us all! I like to think that they would.
[Exhales.]
- What'd you say to me? - No! Leave him alone! And don't do nothin' till I come back! - Where you goin'? - Stay here! Ms.
Grimes, it's Breece Dobbs calling you.
I need to talk to you soon as I can.
Got a little situation brewin' here.
[Sighs deeply.]
Call me when you can.
Thank you.
- [Cellphone beeps.]
- Shit.
[Man speaks indistinctly.]
- [Sighs deeply.]
- Anything? - [Cellphone beeps.]
- No.
No, his phone's still going straight to voicemail.
You said he was headed into town? Yeah, um, Caleb wandered off there a couple days ago.
Why would he leave his truck here? You think maybe he found Caleb here, then went for a hike or somethin'? - In the middle of the night? - Just thinking out loud.
Come on.
Let's go check the house.
- [Static crackles.]
- We found the truck.
County road 56, near the gun range.
- We'll come back for it later.
- [Static crackles.]
Ledda! - Wade? - Wade? Wade? You there? [Gasps.]
Caleb! [Laughs.]
Oh, my god, Caleb! You're safe.
- [Sniffles.]
- Wade? You in here? [Laughs.]
Where did you go? - Nowhere.
- Wade? Well, how did you get back here? I don't know.
I walked.
Where's your Dad? Did he not bring you here? - Where's he at, son? - I don't know.
At work, I think.
Caleb, you were sleepwalking again.
Oh.
And your Dad went to look for you.
He wasn't here when I came back.
He's still out looking for him.
Where, you think? And why isn't he answering his phone? I don't know.
Well, he's not in the house or the garage.
Check this out.
[Sniffles.]
[Sighs heavily.]
[Grunting.]
- Come on.
Come on.
- Come on.
- You ain't gonna get it! - Come on, take him.
He can't take both of us! He can't take both of us! [Indistinct shouting, laughter in distance.]
[Pot clatters.]
Something about Asa Farrell's soul.
It's dark as burnt coal.
That why you like him? - What do you mean? - That what draws you in on him? 'Cause he got a devil inside him? I'm drawn to what's strong and true.
Besides, Asa means nothing to me now.
[Chuckles.]
You shouldn't lie to your fiancé, you know.
Don't bode well for the relationship.
I believe that you think that you're done with him, but you aren't.
I can see it.
Mm-hmm.
And my son can see it.
When that boy, when he left you He left you without a word.
Right? Standing by the side of the road.
And that was it.
Gone.
So It's still inside you.
That first love.
[Whispers.]
It's right in there.
[Normal voice.]
So whenever you see him You're like a girl again, standing by a road, watching your heart disappear.
I'm gonna banish him for good, as soon as I get my guns.
I appreciate that.
But you've tried that before.
This time, don't banish him.
Kill him.
Mm.
That really what you want? Or Is this some kind of game? Bren'in? - [Door opens.]
- [Sighs.]
I got your special batch of ginger wine, Bren'in, - right here.
- [Objects clatter.]
Hell and damnation.
[All speaking at once, laughter.]
- Hey there, fellas! - [Clears throat.]
When I made you all my sentry wards, I said I want my best men for the job.
Did I get my best men? No.
I got boys who are playin'! Well, I don't need boys playin'.
Well, Foster, we was just having a little fun and aah! Uhh! [Groaning and gasping.]
Aah! Uhh! [Inhales sharply.]
Now Maybe you'll remember when I tell you something.
Anybody [Groans.]
Anybody come up here that might have fire on them and I don't want you thinkin'! I want you shootin'! [Grunting and groaning.]
You understand me? [Groaning continues.]
That sounds like a "yes" to me.
[Breathing heavily.]
[Groaning continues.]
[Panting.]
[Screams and groans.]
[Grunting.]
[Breathing heavily.]
Am I ever gonna walk again? Yes, just not for a few days.
Both legs now?! I don't wanna be a cripple.
Settle down.
He just grazed you.
[Inhaling sharply.]
Come here.
In case you boys didn't get the message, things are a little different around here now.
[Whispers.]
Yes, ma'am.
And I don't want anyone else getting hurt.
All right? I hear that.
So I'm gonna need your help.
We all need your help.
You with me? Yeah.
Yes, ma'am.
[Screaming.]
All right, buddy.
And you let us know the second you hear from him, all right? - Yeah, I will.
- [Car door closes.]
Hey, Fults.
[Door closes.]
Listen, uh Wade's been falling for such a long time, and I can't pretend that I'm completely surprised by this.
But He would never do that to Caleb, right? W-what are you talking about? Wade's wife.
Uh, they found her car abandoned on the night that she jumped off the bridge, and they never found her body.
Yeah, he and I have never discussed it.
But, I mean, there's rumors around town, but Andi-Rae was, uh, she was a sweet thing.
She was a ray of sunshine, till she wasn't.
After it happened, uh, Wade just kind of wandered around like he was a ghost.
You know I don't know, maybe he finally decided that he'd just become one.
[Door opens.]
Don't give a tinker's damn if big Foster gave his approval.
I distribute libations here, to us.
I realize it's an unusual request.
Unusual and unwise.
I only gave you that last jug so as to save your life.
And what, I may ask, did I get for that vouchsafement? You give a mighty weapon to a madman.
Look, it's all part of a larger plan, Krake.
I was standing there.
He shot Enoch in the leg.
He done that with one gun, and you wanna give him more? It's lunacy.
[Scoffs.]
Okay.
Look.
I give you my word.
I promised Foster a hundred guns.
He'll never see a single one of 'em.
You have to believe me.
Why? Particulars don't make no sense.
Giving guns to big Foster, obtaining 'em by trading away our nectar, our blessed wine, down there to them? How can I trust you, cousin? You say you're lying to big Foster.
How I know you're not also lyin' to me? You're right.
We're truth tellers.
Always have been.
But, Krake, these times, exceptions are the rule.
Big Foster's gonna get those guns one way or the other.
So if you got a better idea, tell me now, cousin, 'cause we're running out of time, and I need your help.
[Liquid bubbling.]
Thank you.
I shall return.
[Door creaks.]
[Door closes.]
[Toolbox thuds.]
[Clattering.]
Cousin Phil'up.
Ma'am.
Get in here.
[Door creaks.]
You following me? I'm just watchin', ma'am.
Watchin' what? You.
Watchin' me? - Why? - Uh, Bren'in told me to.
Said it was for your protection.
Is that right? Well, I can take care of myself.
So why don't you go tell the Bren'in that? I can't do that.
He said I gotta stay with you, so - Phil'up.
Mm-hmm.
- I'm I'm gonna go.
I'm going.
I'm [clears throat.]
[Door creaks.]
Some folks say he killed her.
Houghton.
Drove her car to the bridge to make it look like a suicide.
That's why they couldn't find the body.
You got any evidence of that? 'Cause if you don't, shut your damn pie hole.
[Sighs.]
Gonna have to drag it, I guess.
Aw, man.
We had to drag the lake before you came.
Cost $50,000.
And it was a small lake.
What do you care? It's taxpayers' money.
Didn't get a raise that year.
I'm just sayin'.
He's one of our own, Dolan.
I'll order the drag.
[Sighs.]
[Grunting.]
[Panting.]
[Rocks and gravel crumbling.]
Uhh! [Continues grunting.]
[Panting.]
[Continues panting.]
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! [Panting.]
Oh, god.
Oh, god, no.
No.
Please! - No! - [Tapping.]
Just can't go around shootin' people is all I'm saying.
Hmm.
So it's all right for me to kill Asa.
That's okay.
But teaching that fiddlehead a lesson, that's not Bren'in of me? You can teach people without harming them, Foster.
Don't cut it too close.
I like them fruit flies have a place to hide.
You know, it's funny, you trusting me with these points so close to your throat, but you don't trust me otherwise.
Word's gotten out that you shot Enoch for playing dice.
Now you got people scared.
That's not how you lead rightly.
Krake.
He's the sauce-box blabbered everywhere, ain't he? No, I don't think he did.
- It was Enoch.
- Maybe it was me.
Foster When I got reason to trust you I will.
[Clinking.]
[Dog barking in distance.]
Hasil? Uhh! [Groans.]
Get out of my house, or I'm gonna start screamin'! Listen, it's Asa Farrell.
I'm a friend of Hasil's.
[Inhales sharply.]
Goddamn.
He told me about this place, said I could find him here.
Hi.
[Panting.]
You're, uh, you're Sally-Ann, right? Man, he's told me so much about you.
What do you want? I just want some fruit jugs.
Hasil and I are going into business.
So, how well you know Hasil? Not as well as I should.
I was away from the mountain for a spell.
You were? Why? You know, see the world.
You know, that kind of thing.
You've lived, uh, you've lived here your whole life, right? Saving up my pennies, though, to go I don't know.
Wherever.
Is that what you need him for? Like he's your ticket out of here? I hate to break it to you, but He's never had much luck with money.
What are you talking about? How'd you think he lost those fingers? I mean, we got some pretty severe rules up there.
[Scoffs.]
Are you serious? Look You seem like a real nice girl, but you really gotta look out for yourself.
You understand? You gotta look out for him, too, 'cause he's new to all of this.
[Gasps, sniffles.]
New to all what? The glories of civilization.
[Sniffles.]
[Lid clatters.]
- [Door creaks.]
- [Sighs.]
[Door closes.]
Where is he? Down the basement.
All right, I'm gonna talk to him alone.
Before I do, what do we know about him? What's to know? He's an animal.
And he's, uh, missing one-half of one hand.
And does the animal have a name? Or didn't you find that out before you started beating him? It's hazzle.
Or hayzil.
Something.
I met him once before when he came after my sister.
And what's her name? Sally-Ann.
Good afternoon.
Hazzle, is it? My name's Haylie Grimes.
How you feelin'? Fa! Foster, stop.
- Fa! - Stay right there! You heard him, Foster.
- We got orders to shoot.
- Well, go on! Do it then.
Shoot me.
[Gunshot.]
Stop.
I don't wanna shoot you.
[Door opens.]
What the hell is this ruckus about?! He wants us to shoot him.
So why didn't you? He got a gun, don't he? - Yeah, but - yeah, but what? - Well, he's your boy.
- Oh, he's my boy.
I gave you orders.
Anybody come here with a gun, - you shoot them! - Hey, hey, hey! Don't you shoot him! You shoot me.
Huh? You took everything from me.
Go on.
So finish what you started the day I was born.
Kill me.
No.
It ain't worth killing you.
You're more than half-dead already.
You wanna get killed? You go do it to yourself! [Grunting.]
I'm your son.
- Get off me! - I'm your son.
- Get off me! - I'm your son! [Grunting continues.]
[Panting.]
Now you go get yourself straight.
I ain't never seen you such a pathetic mess in all my life.
You gonna shoot me? [Panting.]
Go ahead and do it.
No, no Aah! Ah! [Grunting.]
- Lil.
No.
Hey.
- [Gun clatters.]
[Panting.]
[Men shouting in distance, gunshots.]
[Click.]
[Indistinct conversations.]
Roll, roll, all the way down.
[Indistinct conversations, gunshots continue.]
How's it going, soldier? Uh, I'm Donnie.
I'm a friend of Abel's.
- [Gunshots.]
- Let 'em pass! [In distance.]
Wait.
Clear! [Gate creaks.]
Thank you, soldier.
Old Abel's good people.
I usually see him at re-enactments.
But I am Captain Jubel T.
Arlington, C.
S.
A.
He usually plays stonewall Jackson.
Oh, yeah? Is that before or after his own men shot him off his horse? [Rapid gunfire.]
You better let me do the talking.
[Chuckles.]
Hey.
My friend and I come by to do some more business.
Swap you more of our Farrell wine for some of your fine weaponry.
That deal was a one-off, man.
Oh, come on now, Abel.
Tell me true.
Wasn't that the finest shine you ever sipped? - [Sighs.]
No argument there.
- Yeah.
[Machine gunfire continues.]
- [Exhales sharply.]
- [Laughs.]
I played "call of duty" for 29 hours straight on that shit.
I got 8 gold camos and 44 kill streaks.
But we ain't running a goddamn liquor store here, Donnie.
I got enough trouble with the feds as it is.
Sorry.
- Okay, wait.
Hey.
- [Bottles clank.]
This here fella is a Farrell.
A Farrell.
The real first family of America! They are off the grid, these people, untouched by the government.
They don't believe in money, much less the federal reserve.
This man is a hero.
I relate to your struggle, brother.
Tell you what.
You wanna purchase more firearms, bring me cash.
Shit, I was hoping we could use Bitcoin.
[Laughing.]
You're funny.
Huh.
Cash works fine.
[Gunfire continues.]
I told you, let me do the talking.
- I barely said two words.
- Well, we're right screwed now.
- Okay, just how you figure? - I done all I can for you here.
Look, how many customers you get at the store per day? - For real.
- Typical day, 5 or 6.
But it's a hobby shop, meaning it's my hobby.
Real business is done online these days.
Okay, now you say you got customer generation online, you got brick and mortar.
Sounds like a pretty solid business plan.
What are you sayin', exactly? I'm saying, don't you think the people of this town need a new hobby? [Machine gunfire continues in distance.]
What kind of cut you want? Get to work, brother.
Thought so.
[Clears throat.]
Look, I don't know these men, but they've done a terrible thing.
And I give you promise that it will not stand.
You with the police? You gonna arrest them? Not exactly.
But I am here to help you.
Well, killing 'em might help me.
Or maybe you can just set me loose and I can do it myself.
Well, I am here to to set you free and to offer you a job, I might add.
Let me just show you somethin'.
Now there's no official name for the development yet, but I'm thinkin' Shay mountain crossing.
Something along those lines.
It is 1 to 3 bedrooms, all new appliances, carpeting, dual flush eco-friendly toilet, and a state-of-the-art security system.
Well, I know it may not interest you, but I was thinking it might Sally-Ann.
She could use a-a new home, don't you think? So, what, you just gonna let us live in that house right there? It comes free with the job, yes.
- Which is what? - Liaison.
- Between? - Between you and your family.
All you would have to do is spread the word between you and your kin up on your hill.
Word about what? Oh, we're building 20 condos, just like this one.
Just for you and your family.
And each one would be 100% free to any family of four or more that wants to move in.
How much is it gonna pay? Well, you would get the place to live.
[Laughs.]
Lady, I already got me a place to live.
Okay.
How about a starting salary of $200 a week? How about you make it $1,000 a week? And you pay me right now.
Welcome to the team.
[Whispers.]
Let's get you out of here.
Hey, uh, the "Battlestar Galactica" model's a honey.
- I'm "Star Trek" only.
- I know that, Tom.
I'm just trying to tempt you into greener pastures, is all.
Speaking of which, uh I got something that'll make a warp drive look like an '85 pinto.
Genuine Farrell wine.
No shit.
Best shine in the state of Kentucky.
Yeah, I heard tell of it for years.
Well, my old family recipe beats all.
You sure about that? [The Abigails' "Twenty Nine" playing.]
Why don't you try a tug? Free of charge.
[Lid clatters.]
[Laughing.]
Shit fire and save the match! That went down smoother than silk! - See? - How much? $80 for regular folk.
$60 for family and friends.
Hell Bless you, Donnie.
More where that came from.
- Tell your friends.
- [Chuckles.]
- [Laughs.]
- Take it easy, Tom.
[Door bells jingle.]
Give me a taste, Donnie? [Jar clatters.]
[Slurps.]
[Gulps.]
Hmm.
- Is it Sunday? - [Chuckles.]
'Cause I feel like I'm in the house of the lord god.
[Laughing.]
Amen.
[Exhales.]
[Sighs, laughs.]
[Sighs slowly.]
Bullshit.
We actually catch one of 'em, and what happens? She cuts our balls off.
[Chuckles.]
You gotta admit, though, looks like she had herself plenty of practice.
- [Laughs.]
- [Can fizzes.]
I don't give a shit what she says.
I'm-a get that boy.
I'm goin' huntin'.
Next time he's caught, he's dead.
- You damn right.
- Mm-hmm.
Yeah, got it.
All right.
Thanks.
- Well? - [Cellphone beeps.]
State won't authorize a drag until we do a full search.
- Budget issues.
- Yeah, big surprise.
We'll have to organize a search party tomorrow.
I'm thinking maybe a dozen men.
We'll go out to where we found the truck and just do a full sweep in every direction.
That include going up the mountain? You said no way he'd go up there.
We'll save that for last.
What in the flyin' Oh, come on.
You missin' somethin'? - What? - All right, guys, let's go.
- [Laughing.]
- Come on.
Come on.
- Get out out of here.
- Not me, deputy dawg.
- You know what I am? - You got to be kidding.
Buck naked appears to be the obvious thing.
I am free.
For the first time in my whole miserable damn life, I am free.
Yeah, well, I'm afraid that feeling's gonna be short-lived.
Come along with us.
I'm warning you.
I ain't puttin' nothin' on.
Yeah, just these.
[Indistinct conversations.]
[Conversations stop.]
I'm here for one reason my queen she believes in our customs.
I respect her wishes.
Now let's get on with it and quick.
Rumors and stories are abounding.
We curious to know how it was you put hot metal into that boy's one good leg.
Craigin O'farrell? I was asked to deliver a particular savory batch of wine to our Bren'in.
I was carrying my brew to his house, as instructed.
Outside of it, I seen these boys horsin' around Enoch and Griorgair and Phil'up.
When I crossed into the abode, our Bren'in got immediately upset at his sentry wards them boys there.
[Sighs deeply.]
He rushed out with his gun, shot that man in the leg.
He have reason to do so? That I cannot say.
Young man? It was my fault entirely.
[Murmuring.]
I was also witness to the event.
Yes, them boys were having themselves a benjo time.
Enoch here was laughin' and carryin' on, so he was the one that got shot.
Our former Bren'in, Lady Ray she taught me that guns made a man weak, that they caused more blood to be spilled than prevented.
Our new Bren'in is right.
He knows that we have a war to fight now.
He knows that we need to pay attention, 'cause them lowland cowards they could be upon us any moment.
So our days of laughin' and carryin' on they're gone.
I say that with sadness, but I say it still.
Our Bren'in is our Bren'in, and his word is not just our law It's our truth.
[Ragged breathing.]
[Panting and grunting.]
[Grunting continues.]
[Groans.]
[Grunting continues.]
Wade! Dinner's ready! Andi-Rae.
Well, it's about time.
Where have you been? What what are you doin'? Sit down.
You look like you haven't had a meal in ages.
[Panting.]
I'm so hungry.
Got your favorite mac and cheese goin'.
Food's ready! You hear me? mac and cheese again? [Sighs.]
Didn't we just have this, uh, last night? - [Chuckles.]
- Dad? You got yourself a Princess here, Wade.
What a cook, too.
Well, flattery will get you everywhere.
[Laughs.]
Now eat, honey.
Go on, son.
Eat.
Mmm.
Andi-Rae? Where did you go? Be careful.
Oh, careful.
Careful.
Okay, I'll be careful.
- Careful.
- I can make it better.
[Knock on door.]
Mmhmm.
- It's Asa.
- Mm.
[Pounding on door.]
Hey.
Hasil here? - [Door closes.]
- Jesus Christ.
The hell happened to you? Um [sighs deeply.]
Got me a job.
[Chuckles.]
What do you mean you got a job? He got it and he quit already.
- Hey.
- Here.
Hey.
We, uh, we kept a little bit for ourselves.
The rest of that's for you.
[Scoffs.]
If there's anything I can do to help, cousin.
- Look, I-I'm - He needs to rest.
She's the boss.
- Lie down.
- [Door opens.]
Ah! [Groans.]
[Door locks.]
[Exhales deeply.]
I'm the boss? [Grunts.]
- I think I may be, uh - [Chuckles.]
I may be a little [Strained voice.]
Little bit hurt for this.
Here [kisses.]
And there [Kisses.]
Just take your shirt off.
[Giggles.]
All right, takin' it off.
[Laughs.]
[Animals howling in distance.]
[Flames crackling.]
[Floorboard creaks, owl hooting in distance.]
- [Clatter.]
- [Gasps, choking.]
Foster! Goddamn it! Ah! Foster! [Grunts.]
Breathe! Breathe.
Shit! - [Coughs.]
- Aw, man, it's not worth it.
- [Breathing heavily.]
- It's not worth it.
Get your damn hands off me.
[Sobbing.]
- Foster, listen to me.
- [Panting.]
Whatever it was, whoever it was that made you climb up there, they're the ones who's lost.
You understand me? [Panting.]
You do me a favor.
Just stay the hell out of my business.
I'm afraid I can't do that Cousin.
We're blood.
[Footsteps depart.]
- [Sips.]
- [Clatters.]
[Animal howls in distance.]
Follow me, sir.
We're decided.
We'll not sit by idly and let the false Bren'in crush us into dust, defile good, uphold the most craven impulses.
Our power is our bond, not our fire.
And we're gonna fight back.
Are you with us, Asa Farrell? Ged-gedyah.
Ged-gedyah.
But if the oak be taken in a manner impure, so the new Bren'in shall not endure.
Shouldn't be no concern to you.
Well, I got no concern.
It don't make sense.
She took a bath.
The water was still in the tub.
But her towel was sittin' where I left it, it was folded up, and it weren't damp.
If she didn't go, we'd all be gone.
G'win knows.
Will you be my queen, G'winveer? I accept.
We've run into some bumps in the road.
- By that, I mean the Farrells.
- We know where they live.
Right up there on that mountain, keeping us from jobs.
Take 'em out to a bar.
Buy 'em some drinks.
We gotta get them down off of there.
Hell, one of them tried to screw my sister.
Only idea I got is to go up there and kill 'em.
- [Panting.]
- [Gun cocks.]
I got somethin' for that back, and some Tequila.
[Thud.]
[Glass shatters, thud.]
You get some help, or I'm taking that boy away from you.
Hey, is Caleb here? Wait, wait.
When did they last see him? - I-I don't know.
- Ledda, where is he?! Caleb! [Rustling and rumbling.]
This about the future of the clan.
There's only one way to deal with some people fire.
Says you got a jug of your wine to trade.
This baby will make an impression.
[Cocks gun, machine gunfire.]
I can get you a hundred more where those came from.
the dawn is up, there's fire on the mountain they'll have to answer for their crooked plan the hollows will surround them and they'll go runnin' back to the wretched realm they came nor will the dogs of hell refrain and the land will suffer those who paid - [Indistinct conversations.]
- Just throw it.
You ain't gonna win.
Just throw it.
Ah! [Laughs.]
- [Speaks indistinctly.]
- You ain't got it.
You ain't let's see.
You ain't gonna get it.
- Ah, ha ha! - Come on, give me a win.
- [Indistinct conversations.]
- Come on.
- You ain't got nothin'.
- Oh! [Laughs.]
Yes! - You nicked! - Ain't nicked! Shut yourself.
Ain't my fault they turned against ya.
You're a cheat.
Rather be a cheat than a whiny little bitch.
Now you're talking last night, huh? Those are my winnings, not yours.
- Try and keep up with me - Guys! Open your eyes.
Whoa.
I come in peace.
Make you all my sentry wards.
Y'all let a crazy man in here like he's a bug.
Get your ass inside.
That happens again You won't like it.
- [Speaks indistinctly.]
- My sentry wards? Grow up.
Do it now.
[Door creaks.]
- You like it? [Sighs.]
- Mm.
Well, it ain't much use to me without ammunition.
But maybe that's why you burned it all last night before giving it to me.
I was just trying to get your undivided attention, is all.
Well, come to think on it, there are a couple rounds left in it.
Mm? [Hammer clicks.]
Guess not.
You said you could get me a hundred more like this.
I can and I will.
See, the folks I'm dealin' with down there, they have an affection for Farrell wine.
Meaning you grant me more wine, and I can get you more fire.
We take what we want from them.
We don't Sully ourselves with their affairs or their money.
You know this.
What are you gonna do, cut off my hand? Let him dirty himself.
You stay up here with us, protected.
I thought that guns made us weak, my queen.
You're the Bren'in.
Well Well, then go dirty yourself, boy.
- You heard my woman.
- What I heard was "queen.
" - Queen? - Oh, that's right.
He wasn't there.
No.
Well, I was never the marrying kind.
But I got to thinkin' that it ain't right that the the Bren'in not have a wife, so I offered, and she accepted.
Let's get back to our conversation.
You get me said fire for the coming war, you'll be good with me and this mountain for all time.
Fine.
Done and done.
I mean, you're okay with that? You good? Well, I sure am.
Huh? How about you? Oh, I've never been better.
[Door closes.]
- Your tea's gonna get cold.
- Mm-hmm.
[Exhales sharply.]
- [Laughing.]
- Who's the big man? Who's the wild man now, huh? Mr.
wild man with his fists! - [Laughter.]
- Huh?! Huh?! Huh?! Huh?! Uhh! I should kill you for what you done to my sister.
Ohh! [Laughs.]
Hey, hey, let up a second, James.
I think the boy could use a drink.
Hey, hey, hey, hey! Don't waste that.
Breece, we got us a Farrell! Look! - [Groans.]
- [Laughing.]
Stop it.
What in the hell are y'all thinkin'? Bunch of dumb shits! You got him now.
What you guys planning on doing with him? He's a person, you know? You gonna let him go, he's gonna go to the cops! Or worse, he runs back up top, brings down a bunch of crazies and kills us all! I like to think that they would.
[Exhales.]
- What'd you say to me? - No! Leave him alone! And don't do nothin' till I come back! - Where you goin'? - Stay here! Ms.
Grimes, it's Breece Dobbs calling you.
I need to talk to you soon as I can.
Got a little situation brewin' here.
[Sighs deeply.]
Call me when you can.
Thank you.
- [Cellphone beeps.]
- Shit.
[Man speaks indistinctly.]
- [Sighs deeply.]
- Anything? - [Cellphone beeps.]
- No.
No, his phone's still going straight to voicemail.
You said he was headed into town? Yeah, um, Caleb wandered off there a couple days ago.
Why would he leave his truck here? You think maybe he found Caleb here, then went for a hike or somethin'? - In the middle of the night? - Just thinking out loud.
Come on.
Let's go check the house.
- [Static crackles.]
- We found the truck.
County road 56, near the gun range.
- We'll come back for it later.
- [Static crackles.]
Ledda! - Wade? - Wade? Wade? You there? [Gasps.]
Caleb! [Laughs.]
Oh, my god, Caleb! You're safe.
- [Sniffles.]
- Wade? You in here? [Laughs.]
Where did you go? - Nowhere.
- Wade? Well, how did you get back here? I don't know.
I walked.
Where's your Dad? Did he not bring you here? - Where's he at, son? - I don't know.
At work, I think.
Caleb, you were sleepwalking again.
Oh.
And your Dad went to look for you.
He wasn't here when I came back.
He's still out looking for him.
Where, you think? And why isn't he answering his phone? I don't know.
Well, he's not in the house or the garage.
Check this out.
[Sniffles.]
[Sighs heavily.]
[Grunting.]
- Come on.
Come on.
- Come on.
- You ain't gonna get it! - Come on, take him.
He can't take both of us! He can't take both of us! [Indistinct shouting, laughter in distance.]
[Pot clatters.]
Something about Asa Farrell's soul.
It's dark as burnt coal.
That why you like him? - What do you mean? - That what draws you in on him? 'Cause he got a devil inside him? I'm drawn to what's strong and true.
Besides, Asa means nothing to me now.
[Chuckles.]
You shouldn't lie to your fiancé, you know.
Don't bode well for the relationship.
I believe that you think that you're done with him, but you aren't.
I can see it.
Mm-hmm.
And my son can see it.
When that boy, when he left you He left you without a word.
Right? Standing by the side of the road.
And that was it.
Gone.
So It's still inside you.
That first love.
[Whispers.]
It's right in there.
[Normal voice.]
So whenever you see him You're like a girl again, standing by a road, watching your heart disappear.
I'm gonna banish him for good, as soon as I get my guns.
I appreciate that.
But you've tried that before.
This time, don't banish him.
Kill him.
Mm.
That really what you want? Or Is this some kind of game? Bren'in? - [Door opens.]
- [Sighs.]
I got your special batch of ginger wine, Bren'in, - right here.
- [Objects clatter.]
Hell and damnation.
[All speaking at once, laughter.]
- Hey there, fellas! - [Clears throat.]
When I made you all my sentry wards, I said I want my best men for the job.
Did I get my best men? No.
I got boys who are playin'! Well, I don't need boys playin'.
Well, Foster, we was just having a little fun and aah! Uhh! [Groaning and gasping.]
Aah! Uhh! [Inhales sharply.]
Now Maybe you'll remember when I tell you something.
Anybody [Groans.]
Anybody come up here that might have fire on them and I don't want you thinkin'! I want you shootin'! [Grunting and groaning.]
You understand me? [Groaning continues.]
That sounds like a "yes" to me.
[Breathing heavily.]
[Groaning continues.]
[Panting.]
[Screams and groans.]
[Grunting.]
[Breathing heavily.]
Am I ever gonna walk again? Yes, just not for a few days.
Both legs now?! I don't wanna be a cripple.
Settle down.
He just grazed you.
[Inhaling sharply.]
Come here.
In case you boys didn't get the message, things are a little different around here now.
[Whispers.]
Yes, ma'am.
And I don't want anyone else getting hurt.
All right? I hear that.
So I'm gonna need your help.
We all need your help.
You with me? Yeah.
Yes, ma'am.
[Screaming.]
All right, buddy.
And you let us know the second you hear from him, all right? - Yeah, I will.
- [Car door closes.]
Hey, Fults.
[Door closes.]
Listen, uh Wade's been falling for such a long time, and I can't pretend that I'm completely surprised by this.
But He would never do that to Caleb, right? W-what are you talking about? Wade's wife.
Uh, they found her car abandoned on the night that she jumped off the bridge, and they never found her body.
Yeah, he and I have never discussed it.
But, I mean, there's rumors around town, but Andi-Rae was, uh, she was a sweet thing.
She was a ray of sunshine, till she wasn't.
After it happened, uh, Wade just kind of wandered around like he was a ghost.
You know I don't know, maybe he finally decided that he'd just become one.
[Door opens.]
Don't give a tinker's damn if big Foster gave his approval.
I distribute libations here, to us.
I realize it's an unusual request.
Unusual and unwise.
I only gave you that last jug so as to save your life.
And what, I may ask, did I get for that vouchsafement? You give a mighty weapon to a madman.
Look, it's all part of a larger plan, Krake.
I was standing there.
He shot Enoch in the leg.
He done that with one gun, and you wanna give him more? It's lunacy.
[Scoffs.]
Okay.
Look.
I give you my word.
I promised Foster a hundred guns.
He'll never see a single one of 'em.
You have to believe me.
Why? Particulars don't make no sense.
Giving guns to big Foster, obtaining 'em by trading away our nectar, our blessed wine, down there to them? How can I trust you, cousin? You say you're lying to big Foster.
How I know you're not also lyin' to me? You're right.
We're truth tellers.
Always have been.
But, Krake, these times, exceptions are the rule.
Big Foster's gonna get those guns one way or the other.
So if you got a better idea, tell me now, cousin, 'cause we're running out of time, and I need your help.
[Liquid bubbling.]
Thank you.
I shall return.
[Door creaks.]
[Door closes.]
[Toolbox thuds.]
[Clattering.]
Cousin Phil'up.
Ma'am.
Get in here.
[Door creaks.]
You following me? I'm just watchin', ma'am.
Watchin' what? You.
Watchin' me? - Why? - Uh, Bren'in told me to.
Said it was for your protection.
Is that right? Well, I can take care of myself.
So why don't you go tell the Bren'in that? I can't do that.
He said I gotta stay with you, so - Phil'up.
Mm-hmm.
- I'm I'm gonna go.
I'm going.
I'm [clears throat.]
[Door creaks.]
Some folks say he killed her.
Houghton.
Drove her car to the bridge to make it look like a suicide.
That's why they couldn't find the body.
You got any evidence of that? 'Cause if you don't, shut your damn pie hole.
[Sighs.]
Gonna have to drag it, I guess.
Aw, man.
We had to drag the lake before you came.
Cost $50,000.
And it was a small lake.
What do you care? It's taxpayers' money.
Didn't get a raise that year.
I'm just sayin'.
He's one of our own, Dolan.
I'll order the drag.
[Sighs.]
[Grunting.]
[Panting.]
[Rocks and gravel crumbling.]
Uhh! [Continues grunting.]
[Panting.]
[Continues panting.]
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! [Panting.]
Oh, god.
Oh, god, no.
No.
Please! - No! - [Tapping.]
Just can't go around shootin' people is all I'm saying.
Hmm.
So it's all right for me to kill Asa.
That's okay.
But teaching that fiddlehead a lesson, that's not Bren'in of me? You can teach people without harming them, Foster.
Don't cut it too close.
I like them fruit flies have a place to hide.
You know, it's funny, you trusting me with these points so close to your throat, but you don't trust me otherwise.
Word's gotten out that you shot Enoch for playing dice.
Now you got people scared.
That's not how you lead rightly.
Krake.
He's the sauce-box blabbered everywhere, ain't he? No, I don't think he did.
- It was Enoch.
- Maybe it was me.
Foster When I got reason to trust you I will.
[Clinking.]
[Dog barking in distance.]
Hasil? Uhh! [Groans.]
Get out of my house, or I'm gonna start screamin'! Listen, it's Asa Farrell.
I'm a friend of Hasil's.
[Inhales sharply.]
Goddamn.
He told me about this place, said I could find him here.
Hi.
[Panting.]
You're, uh, you're Sally-Ann, right? Man, he's told me so much about you.
What do you want? I just want some fruit jugs.
Hasil and I are going into business.
So, how well you know Hasil? Not as well as I should.
I was away from the mountain for a spell.
You were? Why? You know, see the world.
You know, that kind of thing.
You've lived, uh, you've lived here your whole life, right? Saving up my pennies, though, to go I don't know.
Wherever.
Is that what you need him for? Like he's your ticket out of here? I hate to break it to you, but He's never had much luck with money.
What are you talking about? How'd you think he lost those fingers? I mean, we got some pretty severe rules up there.
[Scoffs.]
Are you serious? Look You seem like a real nice girl, but you really gotta look out for yourself.
You understand? You gotta look out for him, too, 'cause he's new to all of this.
[Gasps, sniffles.]
New to all what? The glories of civilization.
[Sniffles.]
[Lid clatters.]
- [Door creaks.]
- [Sighs.]
[Door closes.]
Where is he? Down the basement.
All right, I'm gonna talk to him alone.
Before I do, what do we know about him? What's to know? He's an animal.
And he's, uh, missing one-half of one hand.
And does the animal have a name? Or didn't you find that out before you started beating him? It's hazzle.
Or hayzil.
Something.
I met him once before when he came after my sister.
And what's her name? Sally-Ann.
Good afternoon.
Hazzle, is it? My name's Haylie Grimes.
How you feelin'? Fa! Foster, stop.
- Fa! - Stay right there! You heard him, Foster.
- We got orders to shoot.
- Well, go on! Do it then.
Shoot me.
[Gunshot.]
Stop.
I don't wanna shoot you.
[Door opens.]
What the hell is this ruckus about?! He wants us to shoot him.
So why didn't you? He got a gun, don't he? - Yeah, but - yeah, but what? - Well, he's your boy.
- Oh, he's my boy.
I gave you orders.
Anybody come here with a gun, - you shoot them! - Hey, hey, hey! Don't you shoot him! You shoot me.
Huh? You took everything from me.
Go on.
So finish what you started the day I was born.
Kill me.
No.
It ain't worth killing you.
You're more than half-dead already.
You wanna get killed? You go do it to yourself! [Grunting.]
I'm your son.
- Get off me! - I'm your son.
- Get off me! - I'm your son! [Grunting continues.]
[Panting.]
Now you go get yourself straight.
I ain't never seen you such a pathetic mess in all my life.
You gonna shoot me? [Panting.]
Go ahead and do it.
No, no Aah! Ah! [Grunting.]
- Lil.
No.
Hey.
- [Gun clatters.]
[Panting.]
[Men shouting in distance, gunshots.]
[Click.]
[Indistinct conversations.]
Roll, roll, all the way down.
[Indistinct conversations, gunshots continue.]
How's it going, soldier? Uh, I'm Donnie.
I'm a friend of Abel's.
- [Gunshots.]
- Let 'em pass! [In distance.]
Wait.
Clear! [Gate creaks.]
Thank you, soldier.
Old Abel's good people.
I usually see him at re-enactments.
But I am Captain Jubel T.
Arlington, C.
S.
A.
He usually plays stonewall Jackson.
Oh, yeah? Is that before or after his own men shot him off his horse? [Rapid gunfire.]
You better let me do the talking.
[Chuckles.]
Hey.
My friend and I come by to do some more business.
Swap you more of our Farrell wine for some of your fine weaponry.
That deal was a one-off, man.
Oh, come on now, Abel.
Tell me true.
Wasn't that the finest shine you ever sipped? - [Sighs.]
No argument there.
- Yeah.
[Machine gunfire continues.]
- [Exhales sharply.]
- [Laughs.]
I played "call of duty" for 29 hours straight on that shit.
I got 8 gold camos and 44 kill streaks.
But we ain't running a goddamn liquor store here, Donnie.
I got enough trouble with the feds as it is.
Sorry.
- Okay, wait.
Hey.
- [Bottles clank.]
This here fella is a Farrell.
A Farrell.
The real first family of America! They are off the grid, these people, untouched by the government.
They don't believe in money, much less the federal reserve.
This man is a hero.
I relate to your struggle, brother.
Tell you what.
You wanna purchase more firearms, bring me cash.
Shit, I was hoping we could use Bitcoin.
[Laughing.]
You're funny.
Huh.
Cash works fine.
[Gunfire continues.]
I told you, let me do the talking.
- I barely said two words.
- Well, we're right screwed now.
- Okay, just how you figure? - I done all I can for you here.
Look, how many customers you get at the store per day? - For real.
- Typical day, 5 or 6.
But it's a hobby shop, meaning it's my hobby.
Real business is done online these days.
Okay, now you say you got customer generation online, you got brick and mortar.
Sounds like a pretty solid business plan.
What are you sayin', exactly? I'm saying, don't you think the people of this town need a new hobby? [Machine gunfire continues in distance.]
What kind of cut you want? Get to work, brother.
Thought so.
[Clears throat.]
Look, I don't know these men, but they've done a terrible thing.
And I give you promise that it will not stand.
You with the police? You gonna arrest them? Not exactly.
But I am here to help you.
Well, killing 'em might help me.
Or maybe you can just set me loose and I can do it myself.
Well, I am here to to set you free and to offer you a job, I might add.
Let me just show you somethin'.
Now there's no official name for the development yet, but I'm thinkin' Shay mountain crossing.
Something along those lines.
It is 1 to 3 bedrooms, all new appliances, carpeting, dual flush eco-friendly toilet, and a state-of-the-art security system.
Well, I know it may not interest you, but I was thinking it might Sally-Ann.
She could use a-a new home, don't you think? So, what, you just gonna let us live in that house right there? It comes free with the job, yes.
- Which is what? - Liaison.
- Between? - Between you and your family.
All you would have to do is spread the word between you and your kin up on your hill.
Word about what? Oh, we're building 20 condos, just like this one.
Just for you and your family.
And each one would be 100% free to any family of four or more that wants to move in.
How much is it gonna pay? Well, you would get the place to live.
[Laughs.]
Lady, I already got me a place to live.
Okay.
How about a starting salary of $200 a week? How about you make it $1,000 a week? And you pay me right now.
Welcome to the team.
[Whispers.]
Let's get you out of here.
Hey, uh, the "Battlestar Galactica" model's a honey.
- I'm "Star Trek" only.
- I know that, Tom.
I'm just trying to tempt you into greener pastures, is all.
Speaking of which, uh I got something that'll make a warp drive look like an '85 pinto.
Genuine Farrell wine.
No shit.
Best shine in the state of Kentucky.
Yeah, I heard tell of it for years.
Well, my old family recipe beats all.
You sure about that? [The Abigails' "Twenty Nine" playing.]
Why don't you try a tug? Free of charge.
[Lid clatters.]
[Laughing.]
Shit fire and save the match! That went down smoother than silk! - See? - How much? $80 for regular folk.
$60 for family and friends.
Hell Bless you, Donnie.
More where that came from.
- Tell your friends.
- [Chuckles.]
- [Laughs.]
- Take it easy, Tom.
[Door bells jingle.]
Give me a taste, Donnie? [Jar clatters.]
[Slurps.]
[Gulps.]
Hmm.
- Is it Sunday? - [Chuckles.]
'Cause I feel like I'm in the house of the lord god.
[Laughing.]
Amen.
[Exhales.]
[Sighs, laughs.]
[Sighs slowly.]
Bullshit.
We actually catch one of 'em, and what happens? She cuts our balls off.
[Chuckles.]
You gotta admit, though, looks like she had herself plenty of practice.
- [Laughs.]
- [Can fizzes.]
I don't give a shit what she says.
I'm-a get that boy.
I'm goin' huntin'.
Next time he's caught, he's dead.
- You damn right.
- Mm-hmm.
Yeah, got it.
All right.
Thanks.
- Well? - [Cellphone beeps.]
State won't authorize a drag until we do a full search.
- Budget issues.
- Yeah, big surprise.
We'll have to organize a search party tomorrow.
I'm thinking maybe a dozen men.
We'll go out to where we found the truck and just do a full sweep in every direction.
That include going up the mountain? You said no way he'd go up there.
We'll save that for last.
What in the flyin' Oh, come on.
You missin' somethin'? - What? - All right, guys, let's go.
- [Laughing.]
- Come on.
Come on.
- Get out out of here.
- Not me, deputy dawg.
- You know what I am? - You got to be kidding.
Buck naked appears to be the obvious thing.
I am free.
For the first time in my whole miserable damn life, I am free.
Yeah, well, I'm afraid that feeling's gonna be short-lived.
Come along with us.
I'm warning you.
I ain't puttin' nothin' on.
Yeah, just these.
[Indistinct conversations.]
[Conversations stop.]
I'm here for one reason my queen she believes in our customs.
I respect her wishes.
Now let's get on with it and quick.
Rumors and stories are abounding.
We curious to know how it was you put hot metal into that boy's one good leg.
Craigin O'farrell? I was asked to deliver a particular savory batch of wine to our Bren'in.
I was carrying my brew to his house, as instructed.
Outside of it, I seen these boys horsin' around Enoch and Griorgair and Phil'up.
When I crossed into the abode, our Bren'in got immediately upset at his sentry wards them boys there.
[Sighs deeply.]
He rushed out with his gun, shot that man in the leg.
He have reason to do so? That I cannot say.
Young man? It was my fault entirely.
[Murmuring.]
I was also witness to the event.
Yes, them boys were having themselves a benjo time.
Enoch here was laughin' and carryin' on, so he was the one that got shot.
Our former Bren'in, Lady Ray she taught me that guns made a man weak, that they caused more blood to be spilled than prevented.
Our new Bren'in is right.
He knows that we have a war to fight now.
He knows that we need to pay attention, 'cause them lowland cowards they could be upon us any moment.
So our days of laughin' and carryin' on they're gone.
I say that with sadness, but I say it still.
Our Bren'in is our Bren'in, and his word is not just our law It's our truth.
[Ragged breathing.]
[Panting and grunting.]
[Grunting continues.]
[Groans.]
[Grunting continues.]
Wade! Dinner's ready! Andi-Rae.
Well, it's about time.
Where have you been? What what are you doin'? Sit down.
You look like you haven't had a meal in ages.
[Panting.]
I'm so hungry.
Got your favorite mac and cheese goin'.
Food's ready! You hear me? mac and cheese again? [Sighs.]
Didn't we just have this, uh, last night? - [Chuckles.]
- Dad? You got yourself a Princess here, Wade.
What a cook, too.
Well, flattery will get you everywhere.
[Laughs.]
Now eat, honey.
Go on, son.
Eat.
Mmm.
Andi-Rae? Where did you go? Be careful.
Oh, careful.
Careful.
Okay, I'll be careful.
- Careful.
- I can make it better.
[Knock on door.]
Mmhmm.
- It's Asa.
- Mm.
[Pounding on door.]
Hey.
Hasil here? - [Door closes.]
- Jesus Christ.
The hell happened to you? Um [sighs deeply.]
Got me a job.
[Chuckles.]
What do you mean you got a job? He got it and he quit already.
- Hey.
- Here.
Hey.
We, uh, we kept a little bit for ourselves.
The rest of that's for you.
[Scoffs.]
If there's anything I can do to help, cousin.
- Look, I-I'm - He needs to rest.
She's the boss.
- Lie down.
- [Door opens.]
Ah! [Groans.]
[Door locks.]
[Exhales deeply.]
I'm the boss? [Grunts.]
- I think I may be, uh - [Chuckles.]
I may be a little [Strained voice.]
Little bit hurt for this.
Here [kisses.]
And there [Kisses.]
Just take your shirt off.
[Giggles.]
All right, takin' it off.
[Laughs.]
[Animals howling in distance.]
[Flames crackling.]
[Floorboard creaks, owl hooting in distance.]
- [Clatter.]
- [Gasps, choking.]
Foster! Goddamn it! Ah! Foster! [Grunts.]
Breathe! Breathe.
Shit! - [Coughs.]
- Aw, man, it's not worth it.
- [Breathing heavily.]
- It's not worth it.
Get your damn hands off me.
[Sobbing.]
- Foster, listen to me.
- [Panting.]
Whatever it was, whoever it was that made you climb up there, they're the ones who's lost.
You understand me? [Panting.]
You do me a favor.
Just stay the hell out of my business.
I'm afraid I can't do that Cousin.
We're blood.
[Footsteps depart.]
- [Sips.]
- [Clatters.]
[Animal howls in distance.]
Follow me, sir.
We're decided.
We'll not sit by idly and let the false Bren'in crush us into dust, defile good, uphold the most craven impulses.
Our power is our bond, not our fire.
And we're gonna fight back.
Are you with us, Asa Farrell? Ged-gedyah.
Ged-gedyah.