The Roughneck (2025) Movie Script
1
Come on.
Let's go. Let's go.
Give us all you got, baby.
You gotta eight
to work, Goatee.
Come on. Let's go.
Let's go. Let's go.
Gotta tough it out, man!
eight hours. Let's move.
hold
the drill , boys.
Get movin'.
Goatee
that girl last night.
Right there,
right there. Come on now.
Watch what you're doing.
All right.
breaking out
right now here.
And this whole time,
I've been building up
to kiss this girl.
And that's one thing
you gotta do.
You gotta, you gotta learn
to build up the suspense.
You get that.
I thought
the end of the story.
Oh.
You gotta set the switch.
Congratulations.
You're here, man.
-All right.
See you tomorrow.
-Yeah. Oh, you won't,
actually.
It's my last day.
-That's right.
Well, uh...
Well, it was nice
working with you.
-Yeah.
All right.
Okay, I'll see you later.
Good deal.
-You think we'd let you go
without a send-off?
Huh?
Guys.
Wow.
Oh, man. Thank you.
Thank you.
But I got a 16-hour car ride.
-Come on.
Sip or two
sharpens the reflexes.
-All right.
-All right.
-Cheers.
-Cheers, boys.
-You know,
three months ago,
I took one look at Chris
and I thought,
there is no way
this college twerp's
gonna keep up with
how hard we work.
-But now I know he can't.
-All right. All right.
-We made you this gift basket.
Wow. Thank you, guys.
Okay.
I'm kinda gettin'
some mixed messages here.
We got spark plugs and cheese,
duct tape and vodka...
condoms and bacon? What?
-Ingredients
for a perfect honeymoon.
-Road flares and rice?
One of those
is thrown at a wedding.
Choose wisely.
Just don't forget about us
when you're some highfalutin
Fluids Engineer.
-Oh, no. No. Never. No.
What are your names again?
-Oh, cheers, boys.
Cheers. Cheers.
Cheers, guys.
-Hey, what do you
think of this?
-Wow, that looks incredible.
-Yeah.
It's coming together.
I just have to make sure to
tell the photographer
to stick to this angle
and not...
this one.
-Hey, I don't mind
seeing those.
Bet your parents don't either.
-Well, like I told Daddy,
oil has and always
will be my entire life,
so I get to not have it
in our wedding photos,
if I so choose.
Hey, um...
I was calling because, uh,
how would you feel about
one more wedding guest?
There's this dog that's been
hanging around the derrick,
and, um,
you know,
with winter coming up,
if she stays here,
she won't be long
for this world.
-Well... maybe if you get her
cleaned up and checked out.
You've got T-minus four days.
My staff will take care
of everything here.
-All right.
I'll see you soon.
Here you go.
Okay, come on.
Don't take all of it,
all right?
Geez!
-Hot damn.
I thought that was you.
Were you about to leave?
Ray.
Can't be that far, man.
-It's my son.
-Wonderful.
Get back here.
-Yeah. Yeah.
Forget I'm a kept man.
Well, get out.
Let me look at you.
Come here.
I'm good right here.
-Well, let me show you
around at least.
-Visitors can't enter
the resident room.
Can we sit
in the common room,
order a pizza?
Not without prior approval.
-Work with me, Donnie.
Is he allowed on the porch?
Okay, really. It's okay.
I-- I'm just passing through.
Wanted to give you something.
-A swift kick in the teeth?
-Wow.
Yeah, I'm getting married
in a few days.
-Wow.
-Wasn't completely sold
on the idea of telling you,
but my fiance was.
-Careful about giving them
too much control
right out the gate.
-See, this-- this, th--
I... this was a mistake.
-No. A mistake is sitting behind
the wheel of a getaway car
while your buddies
turn a robbery
into a murder scene.
Chris.
Chris, come on.
-Ray.
Chris, don't go.
-Please, Chris.
-Ray...
Ray!
All right.
-So music doesn't wake you
or big rigs passing by,
but food.
All right.
There you go.
I'm glad you're awake.
I could use the company.
- Okay.
So this is a relatively new
metal detector.
- Uh-huh.
- And how much
do you want for it?
Three grand.
Would you consider a trade?
- Sure.
Maybe someone out there
has some conversation.
-You're out of your mind, pal.
- Who is
going to trade a metal detector
for a Mercedes?
- Yeah.
- Ooh.
Well, it's in good shape.
-Bless you.
- Well,
if you're listening out there--
-You all right back there?
- and you're in need
of a new metal detector
-and you've got a Mercedes,
we got a deal for you.
-Oh, no.
Damn it.
All over yourself, huh?
Let's get you cleaned up.
Let's see.
- Tell me
a little bit more about--
-There we go.
All right.
Come on, girl.
Oh, you poor thing.
You're a mess.
Oh. All right.
We'll get you cleaned up
in no time here.
You know what?
This is my fault.
Can't go from famine to feast
all at once, huh?
Oh.
All right.
Let me see it.
Let me see.
Here we go.
Oh, I forgot.
I got you a little present.
Oh, there we go.
Looking like a new pup.
Shh.
- Let's go hunting, boys.
-Shut the fuck up already.
Why don't you check the car?
Anyone in this?
It can't be.
Whoo-hoo.
What's on the menu tonight?
- Hey, come here,
come here, come here.
Come on, buddy.
Come on.
Sshh. Let's go.
Let's go.
- Sshh.
Whatcha doin' in there?
Are you hiding,
all alone and scared?
Okay.
You can come out now.
-Listen, just--
just leave me the fuck alone.
All right.
You know what?
I'm-- I'm--
I'm calling the cops.
That's fine.
You can tell them
you're at marker 72.
-All right, listen. Just...
what do you want?
You want my car?
Just...
Come out. Come out. Come out.
You gonna
come play with me?
Sorry,
I meant come play with us.
-That's a cute little dog
you got there.
Hello?
Is anyone there?
-Hey. I don't open till nine.
-Hey. Hey. Please.
Please.
My dog,
she's seriously injured.
-Just to the right.
-Okay.
-Someone kicked her?
-Yeah. Or-- or hit her with
something.
Just right here?
-Yep.
-There you go.
-All right, girl.
- There you go.
-You okay?
-Yeah. Yeah.
No, I'm good. Good.
Just, you know, just--
just worried about my dog.
-What's her name?
-I, uh... haven't had her
long enough.
I mean, what do you...
what do you think?
Is... is she gonna die?
-It's too soon to tell.
She's hurt real bad.
There's a lot of scarring
from previous injuries.
-Poor thing.
She's, uh...
she's had a tough go of it.
-Well, lucky she's a fighter.
You sure you're okay?
-Sorry. Sorry. What?
-A lot of people,
they come in here
thinking they can watch
what I do.
They end up passed out
on my floor.
Have you eaten in a while?
-Eaten? No. No.
I haven't eaten.
Um, what I really need
is a shower.
-There's a motel
around the corner.
-Motel? Oh, yeah.
No. I'm not-- I'm not
staying around here.
-Oh, ask for Gloria.
Tell her I sent you.
Maybe throw her ten bucks
for some hot water
while I finish my assessment.
-Okay.
Um, how long will you need?
About an hour.
-All right.
Hang in there.
Thank you.
- No!
So you think he hurt the dog?
I'm saying, I think someone
hurt the owner too.
Amy, you have such a big heart.
Which is why I like you.
Look, Sheriff,
it seemed to me this guy
could use some help,
but he's...
he's too proud to ask.
-Nowadays,
people get pretty antsy
when a cop rolls up and asks
how they're doing.
-Okay. But can you still do it?
-Yeah.
-Hey, hey, that-- that light
right there on your--
your side mirror, what do--
what do you use that for?
-Deer spotting.
You shine that light
in a buck's eyes
and they just freeze.
And then you got a chance
to blast them.
You have a good one.
Okay, Sheriff.
I ran that plate.
Belongs to a
Christopher Raymond Davis, 21.
Current address
is on oil company land
in South Dakota.
And before that,
Texas Knowles University.
No priors.
Pretty boring stuff.
- I like boring.
-Anything else, hon?
-Thanks.
-Enjoy.
-You okay?
Hi, sir.
-What's that?
-Do you need some help?
-Krystal?
Do you want me to
throw that away?
-No.
-Come here then.
-Hey, are you running
out on me?
-Oh, I'm so-- I'm so sorry.
Here, just, um,
just keep the change.
Thank you.
Wait. Quick question for you.
Flure & Son, what do they do?
-Oh, handyman work. He's...
okay if you're looking for one.
I'd like to keep her here
a while longer.
No extra charge.
I couldn't, in good conscience,
let her go just yet.
-Oh.
-If you could spare
an extra 24 hours,
it could mean the difference
between...
-Twenty-four hours.
I mean...
-If you could just...
-Yeah.
Shit.
I'm sorry. Sorry.
I got it.
-You want me to, um,
look at that for you?
-Oh, no. No.
No, it's all good.
-If by good,
you mean broken.
Put it under the light
for me.
What happened here?
-Is it-- does it need a cast?
-Once the swelling goes down,
yes.
Until then,
it needs a splint.
-A splint? Okay.
Can you do that?
I mean, I-- I got cash or...
Your bathroom
is cleaner than my kitchen, Amy.
And I gotta get the name
of that candle scent.
Mm.
-Bill Weaver.
You're Christopher Davis.
-Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What... what is this?
-You haven't done anything.
I just thought--
-Amy here was worried about you.
Thought maybe you needed help.
-Yeah. I did.
My-- my dog's sick.
-Okay.
Well, then that's great.
You okay, bro?
- Don't fucking
touch me.
-Whoa. Calm down.
Hey.
Calm down.
You drop that now.
-You stay the fuck away from me.
Okay?
-I can't do that
until you relax.
-Chris, it's okay.
-No. No. No.
It's not okay.
I know this guy.
You cannot trust him.
Chris, stop!
-No...
Stop.
-Chris, stop.
Chris...
Whatever it is,
we can work it out. Stop.
This is my fault.
-This is not
what it looks like.
I'm not--
I'm not the bad guy here.
You don't know
who this guy is.
-What?
-On your knees!
-Bill, wait. Bill.
-Now!
-Bill, wait.
-Step aside, Amy.
-Bill...
-Step aside!
-Hands behind your back.
Interlace your fingers.
-Bill.
-Now!
There you go.
What else you got on the dad?
Mm-hm.
Okay.
Appreciate your time, Brenda.
Yep.
-So Judge Fox call you back?
-Yeah.
Set the bail at 15,000.
- Well, all right.
Looks like
we're gonna have a guest
for quite some time then, huh?
-It's already been paid.
-He attacked you, Bill.
Mm-hm.
-So we should
throw the book at him.
-Yeah.
-Now don't you always say
that people don't respect
the badge anymore?
Yeah. Yeah.
-Well, now an animal walks free
after just a few hours.
-Yeah.
-All right.
-You on drugs?
Then, what the hell was that?
You getting into
the family business?
Your pop's doing a stretch
for armed robbery
and manslaughter.
-Yeah, that's right.
I'm also not my dad.
-Well, someone paid your bill.
Hey.
I don't wanna see your face
in my town
until your court date.
Okay? Let's go.
-Spoke to Gloria.
She's holding your room
at the inn.
-And you posted my bail too?
-You can thank me
by showing up to court.
Here.
-Why in the world
are you helping me so much?
-Am I wrong
that you could use it?
You'll need to get it cast
by a people doctor, not me.
Want a ride to your motel?
-Yeah. Yeah.
Please. Thanks.
-Grab a drink first?
-Yeah.
So this fight you were in,
did you start it?
No.
The same guy
hurt your dog?
A group of guys. Yeah.
It was a group?
Did you know any of them?
-No. No.
It was, uh,
it was dark out.
They just jumped me
at the rest stop nearby.
Thanks.
-Oh, Christ.
This fucking town.
-Yeah. What's wrong with it?
-What's wrong with it?
Um, it's dying.
It's desperate.
There used to be coal here.
When the mines dried up,
we agreed to house the county's
transfer station.
Not only are we
a literal dump,
but also a punchline
for all the surrounding towns.
-So, uh...
so what, are your--
your roots here?
-My mom's nearby.
We're close.
I used to be married to a local,
but not anymore.
-Why not?
-Just make sure
you know the person
the best you can
before you link lives.
-You didn't?
-I guess I was
mesmerized by his
clear blue eyes
and completely missed
that he was deeply,
deeply cruel.
-Well, so why the hell
are you still around here?
Your mom, or...?
-I'm planning on leaving,
selling my practice,
going to Spain.
-Spain? Oh.
What are you, Spanish?
-No. I just feel like
you can live
a simple life there.
You can start over.
Buy a little house
in some forgotten village.
Help the animals.
Grow some grapes.
-Right, gr--
Yep. For the Pinot Gris.
-No, I just really like grapes.
-Sorry. Excuse me.
Hey, babe.
-Chris.
Why... where are you?
-I'm-- I'm in, uh,
Fort Hope, Kansas.
The wagon broke down.
They'll have to keep it
overnight,
and my phone died.
Yeah. This place is just
a real backward hole.
- Do they not have electricity?
- No. They--
they have electricity.
All right.
I, uh...
look, it's just been a really
stressful 24 hours,
and, look, I'm so sorry.
Okay?
-Are you having second thoughts?
-Am I having second thoughts?
No, babe.
No. No. No.
Of course not.
Okay. But you can't
ever do this again.
-No. It's-- I won't let it
happen ever again. Okay?
-Okay.
Well, love you.
-Right.
Love you too.
Okay, talk soon.
-Hey.
Would you mind taking me
back to the motel?
-Yeah. Sure.
-Thanks.
Appreciate it.
-You all right?
-Yeah. No, no.
I'm just kind of
in my head about something.
A problem nobody can fix
except me.
-Yeah. I've been there.
-Agh!
- Oh!
-Fucking shit.
Ugh, son of a bitch!
Oh, shit!
-Help me.
Help.
Help me.
Help.
- Give me your hand.
Give me your hand.
Oh, God.
Get me out.
I can't reach...
Help.
- Hey.
Hold him there.
-Pull me out.
No... no... no.
Help.
-Oh, shit.
All right...
-Yo! Phone call.
-Yo, five minutes.
-Hello?
-Hey, Dad.
It's-- it's Chris.
I need some advice.
So I, um, I got myself
in a situation where, uh...
No.
I-- I-- I was put
in a-- in a position
where-- where
I defended myself.
Wait.
Are you with your fiance?
-No. I-- I never made it
there.
I'm in Fort Hope, Kansas.
I was, um,
attacked on the road.
-Are you still in danger?
I don't-- I don't know.
Maybe.
There-- there was
a gang of them...
and, uh, last night,
they tried--
-Let me stop you there.
You shouldn't say anything more.
-I told myself that, you know,
don't even bother calling him.
All he does
is worry about himself.
All these calls
are monitored
by the Prison Bureau.
-Oh.
-I'll call you in 25 minutes.
You be sure to answer.
-Yo, your calls will still be
monitored 25 from now.
Stop.
Oh, dude. You're killing me.
-Can we talk?
-Ray.
Jesus. What is it?
-I need to leave for a bit.
Two days max.
- Are you
out of your damn mind?
-My son needs me.
-The fact you even asked that...
-Donnie, just let me go.
-Chris?
Good news.
Your dog's really
turned a corner.
Oh, uh, okay. Great.
-Oh, and, uh, you wanna tell me
what the fuck is going on?
Why is your room
a crime scene
and why is Jason Coombs
dead in there?
Do you know the guy?
-Better than I know you.
I like them
when they're fat.
Usually, they have
low self-esteem
and they're up for anything.
And I always
give them a fake name.
Under no circumstances
do you ever bring them
to your place.
Always go to their apartment.
Listen.
The last thing you want
is a crazy showing up
at your doorstep.
Hey!
-Listen, Amy. I-- I know
this is all crazy.
It-- that-- what happened
wasn't my fault.
All right?
- Listen.
I do what I do because
people always let you down.
My gut told me to trust you.
But you better give me
a good reason before I go
and tell Bill
everything I know.
Amy, I'm--
I'm so sorry.
I'll explain later.
Just give me an hour.
Okay? Please.
Hello?
It's just me and you now.
Dad?
Are you in a car?
-Of course.
How do I find you?
-Wait, they let you go?
-Chris, give me an exit.
-Listen, Dad.
I don't need you to come here
and take this over for me.
All right?
-You called for my help, right?
Let me give it.
You don't even know what
you're getting yourself into.
-So tell me when I get there.
-Remember to put
a little peanut butter
on the end of the dropper
and he'll take
his medicine.
Okay?
-Okay. Thank you.
-Thank you. Bye.
Bye.
-Hey. Um...
uh, what I had to tell you
just had to be in person.
Um, hey, you sure you wanna know
and get involved?
It's-- it's real messy.
-Okay.
-Yeah. So those,
those group of guys,
they-- they didn't just
beat me up.
Uh...
uh, they, uh, uh...
They-- they--
they raped me. So...
-Oh, my God.
-Wow. Hadn't said
that out loud yet.
Jesus Christ.
-No, it's fine.
Here.
-Thanks.
-The guy in the Suburban sounds
like Floyd Hull.
He one of the original attackers
too?
-I mean, most likely.
He had no problem
trying to kill me either way.
-I was just at his farm
last week.
One of his goats was sick.
-Okay.
Flure and Son.
What about them?
-Martin Flure.
He's a-- a local builder.
He gets work
from time to time.
-With his son?
-No. He is the son.
Uh, his dad died
a few years back.
He never changed the name,
probably because
his dad was well-liked.
-So I-- I remember
I-- I stabbed somebody
in the leg during the attack
and Martin was wearing
a leg brace at the diner.
-Amy?
Just a second.
In here. In here.
It's probably
just an allergic reaction.
Keep an eye on it
and let me know.
Okay. Bye.
If this is about Chris Davis,
I haven't heard from him.
-Well, his dog still here?
-Yes. She is.
-Gloria tell you what happened
at the motel?
-She didn't have to.
Small town.
Heard you two
were out last night.
- Are beers illegal?
-Did he say anything strange?
-TJ.
She bites.
-Who hired you to fix a snake?
-Sometimes I like helping
injured wild things
regardless of pay.
He didn't say anything
about killing someone
in his motel room,
if that's what you mean.
-Look, I know you felt guilty
about calling me
when he got here,
which is why
you bailed him out,
but calling was clearly
the right thing to do.
If you still feel compelled
to help him,
you gotta know you don't know
all the facts.
-Do you?
Stop!
-What's under here?
-A sleeping bobcat with rabies.
-Who's here with you?
Got two coffee cups.
I just--
I got distracted.
I, sometimes I do that.
-Why are you distracted?
Because jerk-offs like you
keep asking me questions.
Easy now.
You know, I usually like
sparring with you, Amy,
but this town has never seen
a murder on my watch.
Do I need to tell you
to call me
if you hear
from this Chris guy?
-You don't.
-Let's go.
Not just yet.
Weren't we--
weren't we gonna
actually do some
detective work in there?
- Bill's a good guy.
He's been here forever, and...
hmm.
You could use the sleep.
Atta girl.
Getting stronger every day.
Wish you could tell me
what you saw that night.
Are you there?
Chris.
Look, if you can hear me,
The Fort Hope exit
is closed.
Where am I going?
-Chris is asleep.
This is a friend.
-Well, hello, friend.
Can you tell me
how to find my boy?
-Careful.
-What is it?
Is Floyd in there or not?
-Not so much in
as he is lodged under .
-Brenda.
Didn't expect to hear from you.
-When?
Can you give me a photo?
Well, hey, stranger.
-There he is.
-The hell?
-You hungry?
-H-- how'd you know
to come here
once you got into town?
-Your guardian angel.
-Oh, your phone.
It was ringing and ringing,
and then I didn't want you
to miss anything.
I talked to your dad.
You're both welcome
to stay here.
-And I said no way.
Yeah.
It's too dangerous.
-Even feeding fugitives can
get you in hot water, Amy.
But I'm not gonna say no
to the best meal
I've had in a decade,
even if there is no meat.
How's she doing?
Is she good to go?
-Not fully healed, but
well enough to travel.
I-- is-- is that
the plan, to, to travel?
-Don't look at me.
I'm told I take things over.
-We, uh, haven't really
come up with a plan exactly.
Maybe the less you know,
the better for you.
-No, no.
Wait. Don't-- don't do that.
I'm just wondering
why we can't go
and tell Bill
everything we know.
-Listen, I saw four pairs
of boots that night.
One of them looked like
the kind that-- that
Bill and TJ wear.
One of them
was potentially there.
-Potentially isn't good enough.
Potentially is why we have
laws and trials and juries.
Why can't you go to
the state police?
-We could, but there's
zero evidence for
what they did to Chris
at the rest stop.
And a whole bunch
that ties you to a body
in your room.
-I'm sorry.
You're here to help how?
Are you a lawyer?
- I like her.
-I-- I can't leave this town
until I know
who did this and why.
-So, it's a conversation
you're after.
Look.
You've been very kind,
especially to my son.
It means a lot,
but we should get going.
-Yeah.
-Chris, wait.
Just one more minute
of your time.
-I'll be out back.
-I was raped in college.
I never reported it.
I didn't want anyone to know.
I didn't even wanna
believe it myself.
I thought I pushed it away,
but all I did was push it
into the driver's seat.
It had me going in circles,
repeating patterns
I didn't understand,
all the while telling myself
I was worthless.
-I'm sorry.
-There are worse things
than being a survivor.
-Oh, nice ride.
-Thanks.
Almost done paying it off.
-Yeah.
Yeah.
Look, Dad,
I've got a business name
and then just glimpses
of things from the attack.
I-- I-- I don't really know
where to begin.
-I say we go where all
the animals eventually end up.
Is there a local
watering hole?
- Yeah.
I know just the place.
What if there's
20 of them?
There's only
two guys left.
Holy shit. That--
that's their truck.
What's your plan?
What do you wanna do?
Get behind the wheel
and leave it running.
-All right.
-Sorry, folks.
I done a bonehead thing.
I backed into
someone's truck outside.
It's blue, kinda two-tone,
license plate 7-1-2...
-Son of a bitch.
Not mine.
-You better be
well-insured, man.
-Count on it.
- All right.
- Yes, sir.
-Where?
Where is it?
Around this side?
-It's just a scratch.
It's right here.
Can you see it?
-Where?
-Yeah. Take a look.
-Jesus.
-Take another look.
-Hey.
He okay?
Yeah.
Just a little too much fun.
We'll get him home.
Let's go.
A hell of a lot of trucks
look like mine.
-Yeah?
You guys are fucking wrong.
-Better start talking.
-About what?
-Okay. You know what?
Hold him. Come on.
Grab him.
Get him down.
Open up his mouth.
-Hey. Hey.
It wasn't me.
-Feel free to scream.
There's a highway nearby,
so you can just really
let it out.
-Oh, fuck you!
-You did that already.
-Hold on. Hold on. Okay.
I was there. I was there.
I was there. Okay?
I was there, but I was outside.
I never go in.
-You were outside. Okay.
So you do this often?
-I'm just the fucking
lookout man, okay?
What do you want me to say?
All right.
I put up with a lot of shit
for that.
Shit for what?
-For not having
the fucking balls to go in.
Look, there ain't nothing
personal about it.
Okay?
Like, none of them have ever
made their way into town
and caused trouble.
They always just leave.
-Who else was there?
-Answer the man!
-Okay. Okay.
Open up your fucking mouth.
-All right. All right.
Jason Coombs!
-Yeah. Jason Coombs
and Floyd Hull.
I know that shit already.
I want names of people who are
still alive, you asshole.
- All right.
I'm gonna dumb this down
for you. Okay?
I'm gonna give you a name,
and you tell me
if it's right.
Or you want another one
of these pulled?
Look at me.
Martin Flure?
-Chris, you can't
feed him the info.
You can't just say the name.
-D-- Dad, I already--
Ow!
Here. Here.
All right? Where'd he go?
Let's get him.
-Let's go, Dad.
-Go, Chris!
Go! Go, go!
Grab him.
Come on.
Go! Right there.
Don't let him get away.
Let's go.
- Ah!
-Oh, shit.
-Let's go.
-Amy?
-Harmon.
-How are you?
-Living the dream.
I can't remember.
Is speck the same
as prosciutto?
-Gabrielle, meet Amy. My ex.
-Uh, yeah.
I used to see your old horse.
Sparkles?
-Oh, wow.
Oh my god. Sparkles.
I, like, loved her.
I remember.
That was so long ago.
I was just a teenager.
-I remember that too.
Uh, speck's not
the same as the prosciutto.
Speck's too thick, too firm.
The prosciutto's
in aisle four.
-Okay.
It was so nice
seeing you again.
-Yeah.
-Have you heard
about the murders?
-How could I not?
-I can't believe it.
Stuff like that's supposed
to happen in a big city,
not our little town.
Is it true that you have the
killer's dog under your care?
Killer?
You got some evidence
Bill doesn't?
-Oh, come on, Amy.
Don't tell me you're gonna side
with a complete stranger
instead of your own people.
I'm on the side
of the truth,
and no one knows
what that is yet.
-Easy, guys, I don't even know
who-- or anything.
-Martin Flure!
Is that your name,
Martin Flure?
-Please.
-How does it feel
having somebody bust
into your life
and rip it apart?
Huh?
-You always did have
more heart than brains.
-Well, I was smart enough
to get away from you.
- Who else was there?
- Please.
-Tell me!
Who else was there?
- Please...
please take me outside.
Go back to bed now.
Daddy's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
-Sweetie,
where's the back door?
We split up and flank them.
Go.
-All right.
-Amy?
-Did you hurt him?
-What? Amy.
-Martin had nothing
to do with it.
-What do you...? Okay.
What-- what are you
talking about?
How can-- how can you
be sure of that?
-Because I know who did.
Driver said
he bolted from the woods
like he wanted to die.
Do you know him?
A bit.
But my deputy
considers him a friend.
Hey.
Sorry.
I was just telling Brenda
that, uh,
you were friends with Scooter.
-Oh, not really.
I mean, I've seen him around,
but I don't know much about him.
Been busy lately.
-He got Scooter, and now
he's coming for us.
Then lure him to us.
We need a trap
to catch the mouse.
-What?
I need you
to grab the dog.
-Yeah. And take him where?
To me.
Sheriff?
Got a possible 10-62
at Sunrise Trailer Park.
-Who called it in?
Martin Flure?
-Copy. We're on our way.
You got that?
TJ!
-All right. There it is.
-Gotta say I'm impressed...
with you.
Not many people
would have the guts
to follow this through.
But I'll take it from here.
- Like hell you will.
-You go get your dog and get.
-There's no, no way.
-Don't even look in
the rearview mirror.
-What are you talking about?
-Chris?
-Dad, no. This is--
this is my--
-You were wrong
about the last guy.
-Okay. Oh, what so this is,
a punishment, or...?
-So far, you haven't
killed anyone.
-Yeah. Yeah.
But I let somebody drown.
I-- I would have
shot Scooter,
and then Martin Flure
I wanted to just break
in half--
-That's not the same.
-Okay.
I'm not letting you
finish this.
-I'm finishing this.
For you...
means learning
to live with it.
-I can't do that.
I can't do that
until I finish my--
-You can't do that
if you go down
this road anymore.
-Why didn't you say this
earlier, Dad?
Why-- why-- why are you here?
-Because they raped my son!
I'd torch this whole town
if I could.
-Amy told you?
I guessed.
-Guessed?
-I just got out of prison,
Chris.
I saw things in there
I ain't even got words for.
I can recognize it.
Right now, you probably think
you can't come back
from what they did to you.
But you're wrong.
-Oh, fuck, Dad. I can't.
I can't walk away...
-Yes, you can.
If you love me at all...
please.
I'll call you when it's done.
I love you too, son.
-Dad...
See you there?
-Put me down for the salmon.
Come on.
-I need the dog.
-What?
Hey!
TJ! You can't just
barge in here.
-You know, Bill sent me.
He said it was urgent, so...
Come on.
Open it up.
Can you open it?
-Okay. Fine.
Let me check with Bill.
Are you gonna shoot me, TJ?
-Give me the goddamn mutt.
Now!
-This guy look familiar?
-That's him.
That's one of them.
-How about this one?
-Damn, Bill.
You got this all figured out.
-Hardly.
Any idea
where they were headed?
-No.
Sorry.
-No.
You-- you done good.
Get your little girl
back to bed.
Come on.
Okay. Yeah.
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
What's wrong with it?
Nothing.
She's scared.
Hey. Hey.
Easy. She's injured.
-Come on.
Go. Go. Go.
-You hurt her,
I swear to God...
-Don't go inside and call.
You know-- Amy, Amy, Amy...
-TJ! Get off me!
-Stop.
Stop.
You know,
I protect you from
a lot of evil in this town,
and you've never even said
thank you.
-Just...you stay there.
Who's there?
-Who's there?
You come out.
-I know you're out here.
-Ah...you can't...
-Hey.
-Shit.
-You think he's dead?
-Not yet.
-Who's HG?
-HG?
Harmon Goodrich.
-Yeah?
-Did you get his dog?
What is taking
so goddamn long?
TJ?
Am I addressing
Chris Davis?
-Oh, I'm a person to you now?
-Since you refuse
to leave the party,
perhaps I should be asking,
what else do you want from me?
-Tell me why you do it.
-Hard to explain, Chris.
-Try.
-Nothing I say is gonna
magically unfuck you, is it?
Killing me won't, either.
And now, that five minutes...
is all you remember
about yourself.
And that's power.
I own that.
And now...
I own you.
-Harmon?
Gabby? You stay put!
Nine-one-one.
What's your emergency?
-Yes.
I believe somebody's
breaking into my home.
What is your name
and address, sir?
-Harmon Goodrich.
151 Vista Ridge.
Dispatching
a unit to your location now.
-You should go.
-Yeah.
Uh, what will you do?
-I will call an ambulance
and then call Bill.
Tell him what TJ did.
He'll be looking for you.
-Well, I'll make it easy.
I'll be back for
my court date.
-I don't want you to go to jail.
Thank you for helping me.
-We helped each other.
You should go.
-Yeah.
All right, come on.
Harmon! I got him.
Where is he?
-I don't know.
-Is he dead?
Gabby?
Gabrielle, goddamn it.
-She really took
the bull by the horns.
-Well, ain't you an outlier?
Kid who never quits.
You can save the speech.
I ain't even who you think.
No?
Then who are you?
-I'm the last thing
you'll ever see.
Aahh!
-Gabby!
-Are you scared?
How's it feel?
-Yeah.
Aahh!
Police!
Drop it!
-My god.
-Chris!
Oh, my god.
This is incredible.
Wow. This is-- this is, uh...
the flowers and...
-Chris...
-This is really happening,
huh?
-You're so banged up.
-Oh, shit. Yeah.
It's, you know, roughnecking's
a, it's a hard, dangerous gig,
but I'm all good.
I was just, you know,
I'm getting married.
-Okay.
Well, Mom is insisting that
we sleep in separate rooms...
-Since we've been
saving ourselves.
Get a room.
-Dinner's in 15.
Can I steal the prodigal son
till then?
-Daddy, I just got him back.
-I know, honey.
And you'll have him
for the rest of your life.
All right.
-So, how was the drilling
up there
in the Dakotas?
Did you find
what you were after?
-Yes, sir. Yeah.
You know, I just wanted to
understand everything
on a foundational level,
and-- and, uh, I do now.
-Oh, you liked roughnecking?
-Very much. Yeah.
I mean-- I mean, it's--
it's brutal at times and--
and, you know, very dangerous,
but, uh, you know,
it's-- it's-- it's honest.
-Well, I'm glad
to hear you say that.
Honest.
Because before Lauren
brings you into this family
and the empire I've created,
I wanna know what the hell
you've been up to
the past few days.
-Right.
Uh, she-- uh, she--
she told you, you know,
the car broke down?
-Uh-huh.
-Uh, yeah.
I just, I-- I-- I--
I needed some time
to sort things out, and I--
I apologize for that.
-Let me make this easier on you,
Chris.
I did it, too.
What man who's staring down
the barrel of matrimony
doesn't get the urge to
dip the old wick one last time?
So. Details, man.
These walls are thick.
Speak freely.
-Are you-- are you serious?
What? No. No. No.
I'm not...
That--
that's not what we're--
-Uh, if the man talk is over,
the food?
- Almost, dear.
We'll be there just as soon as
Chris gets straight with me.
It's okay, Chris.
This is...
what do the college kids say?
It's a safe space.
-No. No.
That's...that's not...
that's not me.
Admit it.
You'll feel better.
-Ow!
Shit.
-What are you doing
down there?
-I dropped my phone.
What's-- what's up?
What's going on?
-Just visiting you.
-Um, what about your mom?
-She said we had to sleep
in separate rooms,
but she didn't say
anything about a quickie.
-Oh, all right.
- Oh, did I hurt you?
-Just-- yeah, just a little.
Uh...
-Okay, sorry.
I'll be more gentle.
-Babe, babe, babe, babe.
I just, I feel that we--
we should respect
your mom's wishes.
You know, we-- we don't wanna
start off on a bad note.
-Um...
Okay.
So, I'm gonna go, and
I will see you tomorrow.
-Absolutely.
-When we're married.
-Yep.
All right.
Bye.
No one is
available to take your call.
Please leave a message
after the tone.
-Hey, Dad. Uh, it's me.
Please call me back.
You said you'd call, so...
-It's okay.
We'll be back.
We'll be back.
- I love you, pumpkin.
-I love you, Dad.
-Good luck, Lauren!
-It's okay.
All right, all right.
-Take good care of her.
-Yes, sir.
-Oh, these shoes are killing me.
Almost tripped on my dress
walking down the aisle.
Did you see that?
-Yeah.
-Hello, husband.
-Hello, wife.
-Jeez.
Whooh!
-Never heard of post-wedding
jitters before.
-Sorry. I just...
-Here, this should help.
-No, no, no.
Come on, babe.
I'm driving.
-Chris, what's your problem?
-What?
-Here.
-Get down!
Stay down. Stay down.
-Chris!
What the fuck!
No!
Chris!
Oh, my God!
-Chris!
Stay here.
-Chris!
Ah!
Aaahh!
Oh, shit.
Come on.
Now I own you.
Oh, hey.
-Hey.
I didn't know who TJ was
or what he was.
You know that, right?
From the dash cam
in his cruiser,
it's very clear
what he tried to do to you
and how Chris helped.
Just like you said.
TJ's not only facing
some serious charges,
he's also pointing
the finger at Harmon.
Apparently, they were in
some kind of hunting club.
Amy, what am I missing?
I feel like you're
not telling me everything.
I won't wake up
20 years from now
drowning in lies and secrets
wishing I had more respect
for myself from the start.
-I don't want that for you,
either.
- Hey.
-Hey.
Come on.
Let's go. Let's go.
Give us all you got, baby.
You gotta eight
to work, Goatee.
Come on. Let's go.
Let's go. Let's go.
Gotta tough it out, man!
eight hours. Let's move.
hold
the drill , boys.
Get movin'.
Goatee
that girl last night.
Right there,
right there. Come on now.
Watch what you're doing.
All right.
breaking out
right now here.
And this whole time,
I've been building up
to kiss this girl.
And that's one thing
you gotta do.
You gotta, you gotta learn
to build up the suspense.
You get that.
I thought
the end of the story.
Oh.
You gotta set the switch.
Congratulations.
You're here, man.
-All right.
See you tomorrow.
-Yeah. Oh, you won't,
actually.
It's my last day.
-That's right.
Well, uh...
Well, it was nice
working with you.
-Yeah.
All right.
Okay, I'll see you later.
Good deal.
-You think we'd let you go
without a send-off?
Huh?
Guys.
Wow.
Oh, man. Thank you.
Thank you.
But I got a 16-hour car ride.
-Come on.
Sip or two
sharpens the reflexes.
-All right.
-All right.
-Cheers.
-Cheers, boys.
-You know,
three months ago,
I took one look at Chris
and I thought,
there is no way
this college twerp's
gonna keep up with
how hard we work.
-But now I know he can't.
-All right. All right.
-We made you this gift basket.
Wow. Thank you, guys.
Okay.
I'm kinda gettin'
some mixed messages here.
We got spark plugs and cheese,
duct tape and vodka...
condoms and bacon? What?
-Ingredients
for a perfect honeymoon.
-Road flares and rice?
One of those
is thrown at a wedding.
Choose wisely.
Just don't forget about us
when you're some highfalutin
Fluids Engineer.
-Oh, no. No. Never. No.
What are your names again?
-Oh, cheers, boys.
Cheers. Cheers.
Cheers, guys.
-Hey, what do you
think of this?
-Wow, that looks incredible.
-Yeah.
It's coming together.
I just have to make sure to
tell the photographer
to stick to this angle
and not...
this one.
-Hey, I don't mind
seeing those.
Bet your parents don't either.
-Well, like I told Daddy,
oil has and always
will be my entire life,
so I get to not have it
in our wedding photos,
if I so choose.
Hey, um...
I was calling because, uh,
how would you feel about
one more wedding guest?
There's this dog that's been
hanging around the derrick,
and, um,
you know,
with winter coming up,
if she stays here,
she won't be long
for this world.
-Well... maybe if you get her
cleaned up and checked out.
You've got T-minus four days.
My staff will take care
of everything here.
-All right.
I'll see you soon.
Here you go.
Okay, come on.
Don't take all of it,
all right?
Geez!
-Hot damn.
I thought that was you.
Were you about to leave?
Ray.
Can't be that far, man.
-It's my son.
-Wonderful.
Get back here.
-Yeah. Yeah.
Forget I'm a kept man.
Well, get out.
Let me look at you.
Come here.
I'm good right here.
-Well, let me show you
around at least.
-Visitors can't enter
the resident room.
Can we sit
in the common room,
order a pizza?
Not without prior approval.
-Work with me, Donnie.
Is he allowed on the porch?
Okay, really. It's okay.
I-- I'm just passing through.
Wanted to give you something.
-A swift kick in the teeth?
-Wow.
Yeah, I'm getting married
in a few days.
-Wow.
-Wasn't completely sold
on the idea of telling you,
but my fiance was.
-Careful about giving them
too much control
right out the gate.
-See, this-- this, th--
I... this was a mistake.
-No. A mistake is sitting behind
the wheel of a getaway car
while your buddies
turn a robbery
into a murder scene.
Chris.
Chris, come on.
-Ray.
Chris, don't go.
-Please, Chris.
-Ray...
Ray!
All right.
-So music doesn't wake you
or big rigs passing by,
but food.
All right.
There you go.
I'm glad you're awake.
I could use the company.
- Okay.
So this is a relatively new
metal detector.
- Uh-huh.
- And how much
do you want for it?
Three grand.
Would you consider a trade?
- Sure.
Maybe someone out there
has some conversation.
-You're out of your mind, pal.
- Who is
going to trade a metal detector
for a Mercedes?
- Yeah.
- Ooh.
Well, it's in good shape.
-Bless you.
- Well,
if you're listening out there--
-You all right back there?
- and you're in need
of a new metal detector
-and you've got a Mercedes,
we got a deal for you.
-Oh, no.
Damn it.
All over yourself, huh?
Let's get you cleaned up.
Let's see.
- Tell me
a little bit more about--
-There we go.
All right.
Come on, girl.
Oh, you poor thing.
You're a mess.
Oh. All right.
We'll get you cleaned up
in no time here.
You know what?
This is my fault.
Can't go from famine to feast
all at once, huh?
Oh.
All right.
Let me see it.
Let me see.
Here we go.
Oh, I forgot.
I got you a little present.
Oh, there we go.
Looking like a new pup.
Shh.
- Let's go hunting, boys.
-Shut the fuck up already.
Why don't you check the car?
Anyone in this?
It can't be.
Whoo-hoo.
What's on the menu tonight?
- Hey, come here,
come here, come here.
Come on, buddy.
Come on.
Sshh. Let's go.
Let's go.
- Sshh.
Whatcha doin' in there?
Are you hiding,
all alone and scared?
Okay.
You can come out now.
-Listen, just--
just leave me the fuck alone.
All right.
You know what?
I'm-- I'm--
I'm calling the cops.
That's fine.
You can tell them
you're at marker 72.
-All right, listen. Just...
what do you want?
You want my car?
Just...
Come out. Come out. Come out.
You gonna
come play with me?
Sorry,
I meant come play with us.
-That's a cute little dog
you got there.
Hello?
Is anyone there?
-Hey. I don't open till nine.
-Hey. Hey. Please.
Please.
My dog,
she's seriously injured.
-Just to the right.
-Okay.
-Someone kicked her?
-Yeah. Or-- or hit her with
something.
Just right here?
-Yep.
-There you go.
-All right, girl.
- There you go.
-You okay?
-Yeah. Yeah.
No, I'm good. Good.
Just, you know, just--
just worried about my dog.
-What's her name?
-I, uh... haven't had her
long enough.
I mean, what do you...
what do you think?
Is... is she gonna die?
-It's too soon to tell.
She's hurt real bad.
There's a lot of scarring
from previous injuries.
-Poor thing.
She's, uh...
she's had a tough go of it.
-Well, lucky she's a fighter.
You sure you're okay?
-Sorry. Sorry. What?
-A lot of people,
they come in here
thinking they can watch
what I do.
They end up passed out
on my floor.
Have you eaten in a while?
-Eaten? No. No.
I haven't eaten.
Um, what I really need
is a shower.
-There's a motel
around the corner.
-Motel? Oh, yeah.
No. I'm not-- I'm not
staying around here.
-Oh, ask for Gloria.
Tell her I sent you.
Maybe throw her ten bucks
for some hot water
while I finish my assessment.
-Okay.
Um, how long will you need?
About an hour.
-All right.
Hang in there.
Thank you.
- No!
So you think he hurt the dog?
I'm saying, I think someone
hurt the owner too.
Amy, you have such a big heart.
Which is why I like you.
Look, Sheriff,
it seemed to me this guy
could use some help,
but he's...
he's too proud to ask.
-Nowadays,
people get pretty antsy
when a cop rolls up and asks
how they're doing.
-Okay. But can you still do it?
-Yeah.
-Hey, hey, that-- that light
right there on your--
your side mirror, what do--
what do you use that for?
-Deer spotting.
You shine that light
in a buck's eyes
and they just freeze.
And then you got a chance
to blast them.
You have a good one.
Okay, Sheriff.
I ran that plate.
Belongs to a
Christopher Raymond Davis, 21.
Current address
is on oil company land
in South Dakota.
And before that,
Texas Knowles University.
No priors.
Pretty boring stuff.
- I like boring.
-Anything else, hon?
-Thanks.
-Enjoy.
-You okay?
Hi, sir.
-What's that?
-Do you need some help?
-Krystal?
Do you want me to
throw that away?
-No.
-Come here then.
-Hey, are you running
out on me?
-Oh, I'm so-- I'm so sorry.
Here, just, um,
just keep the change.
Thank you.
Wait. Quick question for you.
Flure & Son, what do they do?
-Oh, handyman work. He's...
okay if you're looking for one.
I'd like to keep her here
a while longer.
No extra charge.
I couldn't, in good conscience,
let her go just yet.
-Oh.
-If you could spare
an extra 24 hours,
it could mean the difference
between...
-Twenty-four hours.
I mean...
-If you could just...
-Yeah.
Shit.
I'm sorry. Sorry.
I got it.
-You want me to, um,
look at that for you?
-Oh, no. No.
No, it's all good.
-If by good,
you mean broken.
Put it under the light
for me.
What happened here?
-Is it-- does it need a cast?
-Once the swelling goes down,
yes.
Until then,
it needs a splint.
-A splint? Okay.
Can you do that?
I mean, I-- I got cash or...
Your bathroom
is cleaner than my kitchen, Amy.
And I gotta get the name
of that candle scent.
Mm.
-Bill Weaver.
You're Christopher Davis.
-Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What... what is this?
-You haven't done anything.
I just thought--
-Amy here was worried about you.
Thought maybe you needed help.
-Yeah. I did.
My-- my dog's sick.
-Okay.
Well, then that's great.
You okay, bro?
- Don't fucking
touch me.
-Whoa. Calm down.
Hey.
Calm down.
You drop that now.
-You stay the fuck away from me.
Okay?
-I can't do that
until you relax.
-Chris, it's okay.
-No. No. No.
It's not okay.
I know this guy.
You cannot trust him.
Chris, stop!
-No...
Stop.
-Chris, stop.
Chris...
Whatever it is,
we can work it out. Stop.
This is my fault.
-This is not
what it looks like.
I'm not--
I'm not the bad guy here.
You don't know
who this guy is.
-What?
-On your knees!
-Bill, wait. Bill.
-Now!
-Bill, wait.
-Step aside, Amy.
-Bill...
-Step aside!
-Hands behind your back.
Interlace your fingers.
-Bill.
-Now!
There you go.
What else you got on the dad?
Mm-hm.
Okay.
Appreciate your time, Brenda.
Yep.
-So Judge Fox call you back?
-Yeah.
Set the bail at 15,000.
- Well, all right.
Looks like
we're gonna have a guest
for quite some time then, huh?
-It's already been paid.
-He attacked you, Bill.
Mm-hm.
-So we should
throw the book at him.
-Yeah.
-Now don't you always say
that people don't respect
the badge anymore?
Yeah. Yeah.
-Well, now an animal walks free
after just a few hours.
-Yeah.
-All right.
-You on drugs?
Then, what the hell was that?
You getting into
the family business?
Your pop's doing a stretch
for armed robbery
and manslaughter.
-Yeah, that's right.
I'm also not my dad.
-Well, someone paid your bill.
Hey.
I don't wanna see your face
in my town
until your court date.
Okay? Let's go.
-Spoke to Gloria.
She's holding your room
at the inn.
-And you posted my bail too?
-You can thank me
by showing up to court.
Here.
-Why in the world
are you helping me so much?
-Am I wrong
that you could use it?
You'll need to get it cast
by a people doctor, not me.
Want a ride to your motel?
-Yeah. Yeah.
Please. Thanks.
-Grab a drink first?
-Yeah.
So this fight you were in,
did you start it?
No.
The same guy
hurt your dog?
A group of guys. Yeah.
It was a group?
Did you know any of them?
-No. No.
It was, uh,
it was dark out.
They just jumped me
at the rest stop nearby.
Thanks.
-Oh, Christ.
This fucking town.
-Yeah. What's wrong with it?
-What's wrong with it?
Um, it's dying.
It's desperate.
There used to be coal here.
When the mines dried up,
we agreed to house the county's
transfer station.
Not only are we
a literal dump,
but also a punchline
for all the surrounding towns.
-So, uh...
so what, are your--
your roots here?
-My mom's nearby.
We're close.
I used to be married to a local,
but not anymore.
-Why not?
-Just make sure
you know the person
the best you can
before you link lives.
-You didn't?
-I guess I was
mesmerized by his
clear blue eyes
and completely missed
that he was deeply,
deeply cruel.
-Well, so why the hell
are you still around here?
Your mom, or...?
-I'm planning on leaving,
selling my practice,
going to Spain.
-Spain? Oh.
What are you, Spanish?
-No. I just feel like
you can live
a simple life there.
You can start over.
Buy a little house
in some forgotten village.
Help the animals.
Grow some grapes.
-Right, gr--
Yep. For the Pinot Gris.
-No, I just really like grapes.
-Sorry. Excuse me.
Hey, babe.
-Chris.
Why... where are you?
-I'm-- I'm in, uh,
Fort Hope, Kansas.
The wagon broke down.
They'll have to keep it
overnight,
and my phone died.
Yeah. This place is just
a real backward hole.
- Do they not have electricity?
- No. They--
they have electricity.
All right.
I, uh...
look, it's just been a really
stressful 24 hours,
and, look, I'm so sorry.
Okay?
-Are you having second thoughts?
-Am I having second thoughts?
No, babe.
No. No. No.
Of course not.
Okay. But you can't
ever do this again.
-No. It's-- I won't let it
happen ever again. Okay?
-Okay.
Well, love you.
-Right.
Love you too.
Okay, talk soon.
-Hey.
Would you mind taking me
back to the motel?
-Yeah. Sure.
-Thanks.
Appreciate it.
-You all right?
-Yeah. No, no.
I'm just kind of
in my head about something.
A problem nobody can fix
except me.
-Yeah. I've been there.
-Agh!
- Oh!
-Fucking shit.
Ugh, son of a bitch!
Oh, shit!
-Help me.
Help.
Help me.
Help.
- Give me your hand.
Give me your hand.
Oh, God.
Get me out.
I can't reach...
Help.
- Hey.
Hold him there.
-Pull me out.
No... no... no.
Help.
-Oh, shit.
All right...
-Yo! Phone call.
-Yo, five minutes.
-Hello?
-Hey, Dad.
It's-- it's Chris.
I need some advice.
So I, um, I got myself
in a situation where, uh...
No.
I-- I-- I was put
in a-- in a position
where-- where
I defended myself.
Wait.
Are you with your fiance?
-No. I-- I never made it
there.
I'm in Fort Hope, Kansas.
I was, um,
attacked on the road.
-Are you still in danger?
I don't-- I don't know.
Maybe.
There-- there was
a gang of them...
and, uh, last night,
they tried--
-Let me stop you there.
You shouldn't say anything more.
-I told myself that, you know,
don't even bother calling him.
All he does
is worry about himself.
All these calls
are monitored
by the Prison Bureau.
-Oh.
-I'll call you in 25 minutes.
You be sure to answer.
-Yo, your calls will still be
monitored 25 from now.
Stop.
Oh, dude. You're killing me.
-Can we talk?
-Ray.
Jesus. What is it?
-I need to leave for a bit.
Two days max.
- Are you
out of your damn mind?
-My son needs me.
-The fact you even asked that...
-Donnie, just let me go.
-Chris?
Good news.
Your dog's really
turned a corner.
Oh, uh, okay. Great.
-Oh, and, uh, you wanna tell me
what the fuck is going on?
Why is your room
a crime scene
and why is Jason Coombs
dead in there?
Do you know the guy?
-Better than I know you.
I like them
when they're fat.
Usually, they have
low self-esteem
and they're up for anything.
And I always
give them a fake name.
Under no circumstances
do you ever bring them
to your place.
Always go to their apartment.
Listen.
The last thing you want
is a crazy showing up
at your doorstep.
Hey!
-Listen, Amy. I-- I know
this is all crazy.
It-- that-- what happened
wasn't my fault.
All right?
- Listen.
I do what I do because
people always let you down.
My gut told me to trust you.
But you better give me
a good reason before I go
and tell Bill
everything I know.
Amy, I'm--
I'm so sorry.
I'll explain later.
Just give me an hour.
Okay? Please.
Hello?
It's just me and you now.
Dad?
Are you in a car?
-Of course.
How do I find you?
-Wait, they let you go?
-Chris, give me an exit.
-Listen, Dad.
I don't need you to come here
and take this over for me.
All right?
-You called for my help, right?
Let me give it.
You don't even know what
you're getting yourself into.
-So tell me when I get there.
-Remember to put
a little peanut butter
on the end of the dropper
and he'll take
his medicine.
Okay?
-Okay. Thank you.
-Thank you. Bye.
Bye.
-Hey. Um...
uh, what I had to tell you
just had to be in person.
Um, hey, you sure you wanna know
and get involved?
It's-- it's real messy.
-Okay.
-Yeah. So those,
those group of guys,
they-- they didn't just
beat me up.
Uh...
uh, they, uh, uh...
They-- they--
they raped me. So...
-Oh, my God.
-Wow. Hadn't said
that out loud yet.
Jesus Christ.
-No, it's fine.
Here.
-Thanks.
-The guy in the Suburban sounds
like Floyd Hull.
He one of the original attackers
too?
-I mean, most likely.
He had no problem
trying to kill me either way.
-I was just at his farm
last week.
One of his goats was sick.
-Okay.
Flure and Son.
What about them?
-Martin Flure.
He's a-- a local builder.
He gets work
from time to time.
-With his son?
-No. He is the son.
Uh, his dad died
a few years back.
He never changed the name,
probably because
his dad was well-liked.
-So I-- I remember
I-- I stabbed somebody
in the leg during the attack
and Martin was wearing
a leg brace at the diner.
-Amy?
Just a second.
In here. In here.
It's probably
just an allergic reaction.
Keep an eye on it
and let me know.
Okay. Bye.
If this is about Chris Davis,
I haven't heard from him.
-Well, his dog still here?
-Yes. She is.
-Gloria tell you what happened
at the motel?
-She didn't have to.
Small town.
Heard you two
were out last night.
- Are beers illegal?
-Did he say anything strange?
-TJ.
She bites.
-Who hired you to fix a snake?
-Sometimes I like helping
injured wild things
regardless of pay.
He didn't say anything
about killing someone
in his motel room,
if that's what you mean.
-Look, I know you felt guilty
about calling me
when he got here,
which is why
you bailed him out,
but calling was clearly
the right thing to do.
If you still feel compelled
to help him,
you gotta know you don't know
all the facts.
-Do you?
Stop!
-What's under here?
-A sleeping bobcat with rabies.
-Who's here with you?
Got two coffee cups.
I just--
I got distracted.
I, sometimes I do that.
-Why are you distracted?
Because jerk-offs like you
keep asking me questions.
Easy now.
You know, I usually like
sparring with you, Amy,
but this town has never seen
a murder on my watch.
Do I need to tell you
to call me
if you hear
from this Chris guy?
-You don't.
-Let's go.
Not just yet.
Weren't we--
weren't we gonna
actually do some
detective work in there?
- Bill's a good guy.
He's been here forever, and...
hmm.
You could use the sleep.
Atta girl.
Getting stronger every day.
Wish you could tell me
what you saw that night.
Are you there?
Chris.
Look, if you can hear me,
The Fort Hope exit
is closed.
Where am I going?
-Chris is asleep.
This is a friend.
-Well, hello, friend.
Can you tell me
how to find my boy?
-Careful.
-What is it?
Is Floyd in there or not?
-Not so much in
as he is lodged under .
-Brenda.
Didn't expect to hear from you.
-When?
Can you give me a photo?
Well, hey, stranger.
-There he is.
-The hell?
-You hungry?
-H-- how'd you know
to come here
once you got into town?
-Your guardian angel.
-Oh, your phone.
It was ringing and ringing,
and then I didn't want you
to miss anything.
I talked to your dad.
You're both welcome
to stay here.
-And I said no way.
Yeah.
It's too dangerous.
-Even feeding fugitives can
get you in hot water, Amy.
But I'm not gonna say no
to the best meal
I've had in a decade,
even if there is no meat.
How's she doing?
Is she good to go?
-Not fully healed, but
well enough to travel.
I-- is-- is that
the plan, to, to travel?
-Don't look at me.
I'm told I take things over.
-We, uh, haven't really
come up with a plan exactly.
Maybe the less you know,
the better for you.
-No, no.
Wait. Don't-- don't do that.
I'm just wondering
why we can't go
and tell Bill
everything we know.
-Listen, I saw four pairs
of boots that night.
One of them looked like
the kind that-- that
Bill and TJ wear.
One of them
was potentially there.
-Potentially isn't good enough.
Potentially is why we have
laws and trials and juries.
Why can't you go to
the state police?
-We could, but there's
zero evidence for
what they did to Chris
at the rest stop.
And a whole bunch
that ties you to a body
in your room.
-I'm sorry.
You're here to help how?
Are you a lawyer?
- I like her.
-I-- I can't leave this town
until I know
who did this and why.
-So, it's a conversation
you're after.
Look.
You've been very kind,
especially to my son.
It means a lot,
but we should get going.
-Yeah.
-Chris, wait.
Just one more minute
of your time.
-I'll be out back.
-I was raped in college.
I never reported it.
I didn't want anyone to know.
I didn't even wanna
believe it myself.
I thought I pushed it away,
but all I did was push it
into the driver's seat.
It had me going in circles,
repeating patterns
I didn't understand,
all the while telling myself
I was worthless.
-I'm sorry.
-There are worse things
than being a survivor.
-Oh, nice ride.
-Thanks.
Almost done paying it off.
-Yeah.
Yeah.
Look, Dad,
I've got a business name
and then just glimpses
of things from the attack.
I-- I-- I don't really know
where to begin.
-I say we go where all
the animals eventually end up.
Is there a local
watering hole?
- Yeah.
I know just the place.
What if there's
20 of them?
There's only
two guys left.
Holy shit. That--
that's their truck.
What's your plan?
What do you wanna do?
Get behind the wheel
and leave it running.
-All right.
-Sorry, folks.
I done a bonehead thing.
I backed into
someone's truck outside.
It's blue, kinda two-tone,
license plate 7-1-2...
-Son of a bitch.
Not mine.
-You better be
well-insured, man.
-Count on it.
- All right.
- Yes, sir.
-Where?
Where is it?
Around this side?
-It's just a scratch.
It's right here.
Can you see it?
-Where?
-Yeah. Take a look.
-Jesus.
-Take another look.
-Hey.
He okay?
Yeah.
Just a little too much fun.
We'll get him home.
Let's go.
A hell of a lot of trucks
look like mine.
-Yeah?
You guys are fucking wrong.
-Better start talking.
-About what?
-Okay. You know what?
Hold him. Come on.
Grab him.
Get him down.
Open up his mouth.
-Hey. Hey.
It wasn't me.
-Feel free to scream.
There's a highway nearby,
so you can just really
let it out.
-Oh, fuck you!
-You did that already.
-Hold on. Hold on. Okay.
I was there. I was there.
I was there. Okay?
I was there, but I was outside.
I never go in.
-You were outside. Okay.
So you do this often?
-I'm just the fucking
lookout man, okay?
What do you want me to say?
All right.
I put up with a lot of shit
for that.
Shit for what?
-For not having
the fucking balls to go in.
Look, there ain't nothing
personal about it.
Okay?
Like, none of them have ever
made their way into town
and caused trouble.
They always just leave.
-Who else was there?
-Answer the man!
-Okay. Okay.
Open up your fucking mouth.
-All right. All right.
Jason Coombs!
-Yeah. Jason Coombs
and Floyd Hull.
I know that shit already.
I want names of people who are
still alive, you asshole.
- All right.
I'm gonna dumb this down
for you. Okay?
I'm gonna give you a name,
and you tell me
if it's right.
Or you want another one
of these pulled?
Look at me.
Martin Flure?
-Chris, you can't
feed him the info.
You can't just say the name.
-D-- Dad, I already--
Ow!
Here. Here.
All right? Where'd he go?
Let's get him.
-Let's go, Dad.
-Go, Chris!
Go! Go, go!
Grab him.
Come on.
Go! Right there.
Don't let him get away.
Let's go.
- Ah!
-Oh, shit.
-Let's go.
-Amy?
-Harmon.
-How are you?
-Living the dream.
I can't remember.
Is speck the same
as prosciutto?
-Gabrielle, meet Amy. My ex.
-Uh, yeah.
I used to see your old horse.
Sparkles?
-Oh, wow.
Oh my god. Sparkles.
I, like, loved her.
I remember.
That was so long ago.
I was just a teenager.
-I remember that too.
Uh, speck's not
the same as the prosciutto.
Speck's too thick, too firm.
The prosciutto's
in aisle four.
-Okay.
It was so nice
seeing you again.
-Yeah.
-Have you heard
about the murders?
-How could I not?
-I can't believe it.
Stuff like that's supposed
to happen in a big city,
not our little town.
Is it true that you have the
killer's dog under your care?
Killer?
You got some evidence
Bill doesn't?
-Oh, come on, Amy.
Don't tell me you're gonna side
with a complete stranger
instead of your own people.
I'm on the side
of the truth,
and no one knows
what that is yet.
-Easy, guys, I don't even know
who-- or anything.
-Martin Flure!
Is that your name,
Martin Flure?
-Please.
-How does it feel
having somebody bust
into your life
and rip it apart?
Huh?
-You always did have
more heart than brains.
-Well, I was smart enough
to get away from you.
- Who else was there?
- Please.
-Tell me!
Who else was there?
- Please...
please take me outside.
Go back to bed now.
Daddy's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
-Sweetie,
where's the back door?
We split up and flank them.
Go.
-All right.
-Amy?
-Did you hurt him?
-What? Amy.
-Martin had nothing
to do with it.
-What do you...? Okay.
What-- what are you
talking about?
How can-- how can you
be sure of that?
-Because I know who did.
Driver said
he bolted from the woods
like he wanted to die.
Do you know him?
A bit.
But my deputy
considers him a friend.
Hey.
Sorry.
I was just telling Brenda
that, uh,
you were friends with Scooter.
-Oh, not really.
I mean, I've seen him around,
but I don't know much about him.
Been busy lately.
-He got Scooter, and now
he's coming for us.
Then lure him to us.
We need a trap
to catch the mouse.
-What?
I need you
to grab the dog.
-Yeah. And take him where?
To me.
Sheriff?
Got a possible 10-62
at Sunrise Trailer Park.
-Who called it in?
Martin Flure?
-Copy. We're on our way.
You got that?
TJ!
-All right. There it is.
-Gotta say I'm impressed...
with you.
Not many people
would have the guts
to follow this through.
But I'll take it from here.
- Like hell you will.
-You go get your dog and get.
-There's no, no way.
-Don't even look in
the rearview mirror.
-What are you talking about?
-Chris?
-Dad, no. This is--
this is my--
-You were wrong
about the last guy.
-Okay. Oh, what so this is,
a punishment, or...?
-So far, you haven't
killed anyone.
-Yeah. Yeah.
But I let somebody drown.
I-- I would have
shot Scooter,
and then Martin Flure
I wanted to just break
in half--
-That's not the same.
-Okay.
I'm not letting you
finish this.
-I'm finishing this.
For you...
means learning
to live with it.
-I can't do that.
I can't do that
until I finish my--
-You can't do that
if you go down
this road anymore.
-Why didn't you say this
earlier, Dad?
Why-- why-- why are you here?
-Because they raped my son!
I'd torch this whole town
if I could.
-Amy told you?
I guessed.
-Guessed?
-I just got out of prison,
Chris.
I saw things in there
I ain't even got words for.
I can recognize it.
Right now, you probably think
you can't come back
from what they did to you.
But you're wrong.
-Oh, fuck, Dad. I can't.
I can't walk away...
-Yes, you can.
If you love me at all...
please.
I'll call you when it's done.
I love you too, son.
-Dad...
See you there?
-Put me down for the salmon.
Come on.
-I need the dog.
-What?
Hey!
TJ! You can't just
barge in here.
-You know, Bill sent me.
He said it was urgent, so...
Come on.
Open it up.
Can you open it?
-Okay. Fine.
Let me check with Bill.
Are you gonna shoot me, TJ?
-Give me the goddamn mutt.
Now!
-This guy look familiar?
-That's him.
That's one of them.
-How about this one?
-Damn, Bill.
You got this all figured out.
-Hardly.
Any idea
where they were headed?
-No.
Sorry.
-No.
You-- you done good.
Get your little girl
back to bed.
Come on.
Okay. Yeah.
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
What's wrong with it?
Nothing.
She's scared.
Hey. Hey.
Easy. She's injured.
-Come on.
Go. Go. Go.
-You hurt her,
I swear to God...
-Don't go inside and call.
You know-- Amy, Amy, Amy...
-TJ! Get off me!
-Stop.
Stop.
You know,
I protect you from
a lot of evil in this town,
and you've never even said
thank you.
-Just...you stay there.
Who's there?
-Who's there?
You come out.
-I know you're out here.
-Ah...you can't...
-Hey.
-Shit.
-You think he's dead?
-Not yet.
-Who's HG?
-HG?
Harmon Goodrich.
-Yeah?
-Did you get his dog?
What is taking
so goddamn long?
TJ?
Am I addressing
Chris Davis?
-Oh, I'm a person to you now?
-Since you refuse
to leave the party,
perhaps I should be asking,
what else do you want from me?
-Tell me why you do it.
-Hard to explain, Chris.
-Try.
-Nothing I say is gonna
magically unfuck you, is it?
Killing me won't, either.
And now, that five minutes...
is all you remember
about yourself.
And that's power.
I own that.
And now...
I own you.
-Harmon?
Gabby? You stay put!
Nine-one-one.
What's your emergency?
-Yes.
I believe somebody's
breaking into my home.
What is your name
and address, sir?
-Harmon Goodrich.
151 Vista Ridge.
Dispatching
a unit to your location now.
-You should go.
-Yeah.
Uh, what will you do?
-I will call an ambulance
and then call Bill.
Tell him what TJ did.
He'll be looking for you.
-Well, I'll make it easy.
I'll be back for
my court date.
-I don't want you to go to jail.
Thank you for helping me.
-We helped each other.
You should go.
-Yeah.
All right, come on.
Harmon! I got him.
Where is he?
-I don't know.
-Is he dead?
Gabby?
Gabrielle, goddamn it.
-She really took
the bull by the horns.
-Well, ain't you an outlier?
Kid who never quits.
You can save the speech.
I ain't even who you think.
No?
Then who are you?
-I'm the last thing
you'll ever see.
Aahh!
-Gabby!
-Are you scared?
How's it feel?
-Yeah.
Aahh!
Police!
Drop it!
-My god.
-Chris!
Oh, my god.
This is incredible.
Wow. This is-- this is, uh...
the flowers and...
-Chris...
-This is really happening,
huh?
-You're so banged up.
-Oh, shit. Yeah.
It's, you know, roughnecking's
a, it's a hard, dangerous gig,
but I'm all good.
I was just, you know,
I'm getting married.
-Okay.
Well, Mom is insisting that
we sleep in separate rooms...
-Since we've been
saving ourselves.
Get a room.
-Dinner's in 15.
Can I steal the prodigal son
till then?
-Daddy, I just got him back.
-I know, honey.
And you'll have him
for the rest of your life.
All right.
-So, how was the drilling
up there
in the Dakotas?
Did you find
what you were after?
-Yes, sir. Yeah.
You know, I just wanted to
understand everything
on a foundational level,
and-- and, uh, I do now.
-Oh, you liked roughnecking?
-Very much. Yeah.
I mean-- I mean, it's--
it's brutal at times and--
and, you know, very dangerous,
but, uh, you know,
it's-- it's-- it's honest.
-Well, I'm glad
to hear you say that.
Honest.
Because before Lauren
brings you into this family
and the empire I've created,
I wanna know what the hell
you've been up to
the past few days.
-Right.
Uh, she-- uh, she--
she told you, you know,
the car broke down?
-Uh-huh.
-Uh, yeah.
I just, I-- I-- I--
I needed some time
to sort things out, and I--
I apologize for that.
-Let me make this easier on you,
Chris.
I did it, too.
What man who's staring down
the barrel of matrimony
doesn't get the urge to
dip the old wick one last time?
So. Details, man.
These walls are thick.
Speak freely.
-Are you-- are you serious?
What? No. No. No.
I'm not...
That--
that's not what we're--
-Uh, if the man talk is over,
the food?
- Almost, dear.
We'll be there just as soon as
Chris gets straight with me.
It's okay, Chris.
This is...
what do the college kids say?
It's a safe space.
-No. No.
That's...that's not...
that's not me.
Admit it.
You'll feel better.
-Ow!
Shit.
-What are you doing
down there?
-I dropped my phone.
What's-- what's up?
What's going on?
-Just visiting you.
-Um, what about your mom?
-She said we had to sleep
in separate rooms,
but she didn't say
anything about a quickie.
-Oh, all right.
- Oh, did I hurt you?
-Just-- yeah, just a little.
Uh...
-Okay, sorry.
I'll be more gentle.
-Babe, babe, babe, babe.
I just, I feel that we--
we should respect
your mom's wishes.
You know, we-- we don't wanna
start off on a bad note.
-Um...
Okay.
So, I'm gonna go, and
I will see you tomorrow.
-Absolutely.
-When we're married.
-Yep.
All right.
Bye.
No one is
available to take your call.
Please leave a message
after the tone.
-Hey, Dad. Uh, it's me.
Please call me back.
You said you'd call, so...
-It's okay.
We'll be back.
We'll be back.
- I love you, pumpkin.
-I love you, Dad.
-Good luck, Lauren!
-It's okay.
All right, all right.
-Take good care of her.
-Yes, sir.
-Oh, these shoes are killing me.
Almost tripped on my dress
walking down the aisle.
Did you see that?
-Yeah.
-Hello, husband.
-Hello, wife.
-Jeez.
Whooh!
-Never heard of post-wedding
jitters before.
-Sorry. I just...
-Here, this should help.
-No, no, no.
Come on, babe.
I'm driving.
-Chris, what's your problem?
-What?
-Here.
-Get down!
Stay down. Stay down.
-Chris!
What the fuck!
No!
Chris!
Oh, my God!
-Chris!
Stay here.
-Chris!
Ah!
Aaahh!
Oh, shit.
Come on.
Now I own you.
Oh, hey.
-Hey.
I didn't know who TJ was
or what he was.
You know that, right?
From the dash cam
in his cruiser,
it's very clear
what he tried to do to you
and how Chris helped.
Just like you said.
TJ's not only facing
some serious charges,
he's also pointing
the finger at Harmon.
Apparently, they were in
some kind of hunting club.
Amy, what am I missing?
I feel like you're
not telling me everything.
I won't wake up
20 years from now
drowning in lies and secrets
wishing I had more respect
for myself from the start.
-I don't want that for you,
either.
- Hey.
-Hey.