Walking Tall: Lone Justice (2007) Movie Script

- She's gonna miss you.
- Yeah.
I wish I could take her with me.
Maybe we should take
one more ride together, what do you say?
Come on.
You better get before you hit traffic.
- Be good.
- Do I have to be?
And give Kate and Sam kisses from me.
Yes, I will. Dallas traffic, here I come.
- Evening.
- Hi, there.
- Do you have any fresh flowers?
- Of course we have fresh flowers.
By the way, if you buy a box of condoms,
you get one flower free.
Right there.
They're not very fresh.
- How about ice cream?
- Good.
No one will hear you.
Really. Do you have ice cream?
In back. Next to beer.
Thank you.
What would Sam like?
Chocolate, maybe. No, that's not...
All right, everybody down.
Nobody fucking move!
- Yo, give me the cash, Ahab.
- It's Paul.
Do it now!
- What the fuck are you looking at?
- Hurry up, man.
Turn around.
- Yo, hurry up!
- Take it easy.
I've been robbed
many times this month, okay?
Well, you're being robbed again,
motherfucker! Give me the money.
- Look, I don't have much.
- Bullshit!
Open the fucking safe!
- You think they give me the combination?
- Come on, man!
- Let's go.
- No.
Open the fucking safe.
I told you, I can't. I swear to Ganesh.
What the fuck was that?
Yo, who the fuck threw that?
Hey, who the fuck threw that?
Yo! Don't!
Yo, yo, yo!
Man, stop tripping! Stop tripping!
Calm the fuck down!
What's wrong with you?
You asked for it now, caballero.
Let's get it on.
Don't do this.
Look, you're gonna get hurt.
Okay, here we go, tough guy.
Where we going?
Slushy.
All right. Welcome back. It's round two time.
Honey, can you get that?
It's for you. It's always for you.
Honey, I'm kind of floundering back here.
Hello?
Can I tell her who's calling?
Mom, your boyfriend's in jail!
Shit! Shit! I'm in.
Prescott, you're up.
Why you letting white boy go?
Okay, Doug,
I can officially say I owe you one.
No problem.
Is this how it's gonna be?
Yeah, it's my welcome to the big city.
Sheriff. Doug Maxwell.
Not really Sheriff any more.
Doug here helped pull a couple of strings.
Well, thanks for your help.
Next time I need some country justice,
I know who to call.
What were you doing there anyway?
Hello, Sam. How are you?
I don't know if I feel comfortable
living with a felon.
Samantha. He is not a felon.
He was just on his way to pick up
some ice cream for dessert, right?
Wrong place at the wrong time.
Try the supermarket next time.
Thank you, Doug. See you tomorrow.
You're letting him go! No!
Look what he did to my face!
You wrecked my skull!
You little blistering barnacle!
You're welcome.
Sam, honey,
I know this is a hard adjustment for you.
Samantha?
Sweetie, can't you see he was just trying
to do something nice for you?
So it's my fault.
I'm not saying it's your fault, honey.
I just need you to try.
Okay? Can you do that for me? Please?
Who gets the bad guys?
- Come on, who gets the bad guys?
- You do.
- Who's your best friend?
- You are.
- Who loves you more than anyone?
- You.
Good night, kiddo.
I have an early trial tomorrow,
so Nick's going to walk you
to school, okay?
Great.
I'll be on a milk carton by noon.
So, she still hate me?
No, she's just using you to get to me.
Is it working?
Well, I don't need her to make me feel guilty.
I can't cook, I work too much,
and I'm not exactly mom of the year.
Can't argue with that.
At least I'm not a felon.
- That's not funny.
- I think it's pretty funny.
- You like...
- You are a felon.
You like bad boys, don't you?
Yeah.
Hit me.
Ruiz, get dressed.
You're due in court in less than an hour.
You order some breakfast?
Every morning you ask if I ordered breakfast
and every morning breakfast shows up.
- How about some patience?
- How about some breakfast?
Thanks.
Get away from the window.
Dumbasses, did you hear what I said?
Get away from the window.
Relax. Just some naked puta.
Not that you care, since you like dick.
Breakfast is here.
Hold up.
Coming in.
Where is she?
- In your dreams.
- Right there. One floor up.
She's beautiful.
Waiter's coming out.
Get down!
No, no. Please, don't.
Don't... Don't kill me. Please.
- You made an oath.
- No, please, don't. Don't.
Till death.
Hey, princess! What you got for me today?
Blueberry. Have a good day, Joe.
Hey, Sam!
- Hey, Patrick.
- Who's the muscle?
Nobody.
I haven't seen you before.
I'm Nick Prescott.
- I'm Samantha's...
- Reason for being late.
Among other things.
Punctuality is an important trait,
one that can be taught by example.
Good morning.
Thank you for being here.
If you don't mind,
we're gonna try something
a little different today
and use our imaginations for a moment.
I have a business model
that I want you to assess.
And here are the basic numbers.
$3 million for product manufacturing.
$7 million for transportation.
$600K for distribution.
And $400K for member
or employee benefits.
Total operating expenses
around $11.5 million.
That's pretty steep.
But if the market is there,
which, in this case,
it always is,
you have an upside.
A big upside.
$82 million big.
That's over a 700% return.
Pretty impressive numbers, don't you think?
I mean, if you ran a company
that posted annual returns like that,
you'd be on the cover of Forbes, right?
So, how do you get your company
to run like this?
Well, like other corporations,
with written procedures,
formal constitution,
bylaws, oaths, member dues,
and most importantly
a defined chain of command.
A man at the top calling the shots.
A man like Octavio Perez.
You see, the numbers don't lie.
Mr Perez is very good at his job.
But Mr Perez
is a drug dealer, a racketeer,
and a murderer.
And those qualities, they only land you
on the cover of a 100-page indictment.
An indictment which brings charges,
all of which will be substantiated by two
senior members of Perez's corporation here.
The next person who has
their cell phone go off in my courtroom
will be held in contempt.
Witnesses that we'll meet later today,
who cooperated in a
14-month sting operation,
with no less than four state and federal
law enforcement agencies.
I see you're early.
Why... Yes, I am.
You know the child
can't be taken out early unless...
I'm working on my tardiness, remember?
- Samantha says you were in the army.
- It was the Marines, actually.
One of the things the Marines
should have ingrained in you...
Is punctuality. Yes, I know.
Point taken and driven home.
I was going to say teamwork.
- Sorry. I guess I shouldn't have interrupted.
- No, you shouldn't have.
Anyway, teamwork is what we're all about
here at St. Catherine's,
and part of teamwork is volunteering.
Volunteering?
- Told you he wouldn't help.
- Help with what?
The bake sale? Cookies, chocolate chips?
I'm in for a couple dozen.
How much is that?
You don't buy them, you bake them.
Samantha's got the flyer.
Teamwork means doing
whatever the job needs, Mr Prescott.
Okay.
Hey! Will you wait?
We've got no case without Pace or Ruiz.
Someone knew where they were,
knew where to hit them.
Anderson's right, for once.
There's a leak.
Someone needs to be held accountable.
Try looking in the mirror.
We had Perez sewed up
until your cowboys blew it for us.
So now it's my fault you couldn't
protect a couple of key witnesses.
- Lf the shoe fits.
- That's enough. Enough.
Yes. Mistakes were made, but that's history.
Right now we've got to figure out what to do
to keep this asshole behind bars.
Okay.
If they drop the Dominguez murder charge,
what do we got?
Laundering?
Stevens' and my testimony
along with the physical evidence.
It's not murder but it's solid.
We got the gang for trafficking.
But Ruiz was the smoking gun
that put Perez at the top of the food chain.
Unsubstantiated or not, it still is damaging.
You throw in Maxwell's straitjacket
for extortion and see if anything sticks.
What?
This guy is the head of the biggest
drug family in the central states.
Are we really going to blow our wad
with some bullshit charges
and let him skate off in five to seven?
I'll take what I can get.
That's if the eggheads can make it stick,
which even if they do,
Perez still runs the organisation from inside.
We don't make a dent.
What do you suggest?
Throw him back out.
His street cred took a big hit with this.
He's gonna want to do something quick,
re-establish himself.
When he does, we reel him back in.
We're not fishermen.
There's no catch and release.
So here's the deal.
After today, I want the four of you
back in protective custody.
- Immediately.
- What? No, no, no, that's not possible.
Just till the arraignment.
Without you four we have no case.
Tunney, that's bullshit.
Besides, we don't even work for you.
And I don't give a shit.
Two years and thousands of man-hours
gone in the blink of an eye
because we, all of us here,
couldn't protect our best assets.
I'm not going to let that happen again.
Not on my watch.
"Transportation of currency
across state lines with intent to launder.
"Federal agents can and will testify
to the facts outlined in this affidavit. "
What the fuck is this shit?
They're reaching.
They dropped the murder charge.
- Look, maybe if we...
- They've got no fucking witnesses.
Why am I still in here?
- Worst-case scenario, we plead to a lesser...
- No, no, no, no, no.
This is what I pay you for. Okay?
So make it go away. Got it?
I am not rotting in here one more day.
Is that clear?
Mr Perez, if you plead to a...
Okay, say it again.
Go ahead, you fuck. Say it one more time.
I want my people up to speed,
whatever it takes.
You just make sure they don't have a case.
Is that clear?
I'll see what I can do.
Two teams. That's all they got on us?
- Tunney doesn't have a clue.
- It's not her fault. She's a paper-pusher.
And she's a smug bitch.
- You ask me, she's got a penis complex.
- Yeah, well, don't we all?
This is nice.
This must be me.
That's good enough.
"Mix until smooth. "
I can do... that.
You should use a mixer.
Yeah? Well...
I'm old-school.
You see, back in the day, they didn't have
electric gizmos and doodads.
You wanted something done,
you had to do it yourself
with a little elbow grease.
Maybe you should... try it sometime.
Looks like you got it under control.
- Hello, stranger.
- Hey. I called you earlier.
Listen, I'm cooped up in a safe house
downtown.
- What's wrong?
- Perez witnesses were assassinated today.
They have to keep us here till after
the arraignment. Three days at most.
Do you want me to come down there?
No, no. I'd love that but it's too dangerous.
You know what these guys are capable of.
Tell you what. I'll take Sam out to the ranch.
We'll have dinner with Emma.
You know what? That'd be great.
I'd feel so much better
if you guys were there.
Listen, I'm sorry to do this to you but...
No, no. It's fine.
I'll just throw some stuff together.
Thank you.
I'll call you later, okay?
- I love you.
- Yeah, I love you, too.
Sam! No!
- You ordered pizza?
- Let go of me.
Keep it.
Mom called earlier
and told us to take it with us to the ranch.
Hey.
That's my wallet.
I don't have a job. I'm a kid, remember?
You don't act like one.
Hey, Ma, we're here!
Doesn't anybody lock doors any more?
This isn't Dallas, city boy.
Don't you look gorgeous?
Put those bags upstairs.
And you, young lady,
are going to help me set the table.
We brought pizza.
- We don't do pizza in this house.
- Told you.
911. What is your emergency? Hello?
This is 911. Are you there? Hello?
Maxwell.
Anderson! Stevens!
Are those gunshots?
Stay on the line. We're tracing the number.
- How many?
- I don't know. Three, maybe four.
Is anyone there?
Can you hear me? Hello?
Help is on the way.
I repeat, help is on the way.
Stay on the line as long as you can.
- Hi. Kate Jensen. Where can I find her?
- Can I help you, sir?
Yeah. Who's in charge?
I need to speak with Kate Jensen.
- Hold on a minute.
- Take your hands off me.
- No, man. Calm down! Calm down!
- What the hell are you doing?
No. Now let's try this again.
It's all right. It's all right. Let him go.
- Thank you, boys.
- Thank you.
Thank you, boys.
You must be Nick.
I'm Marcia Tunney.
I've heard a lot about you from Kate.
So where is she?
She's dead, isn't she?
Hey, Sam.
I haven't seen you in ages.
Where is she?
- It's okay.
- I want to see my mom.
You were security for Agent Jensen
the day she made the drop, correct?
Yeah, but I didn't see anything.
Stevens had the eye.
I met Kate after the swap
and took custody of the funds.
But you testified that she received the funds
directly from Perez.
That's what she told me.
What's that gonna prove?
Secondary corroboration?
I wouldn't bet my lunch money on that.
Especially if they can prove bias.
Bias?
This bastard killed three of my friends.
He almost killed me.
Defence might think
I've got a hard-on for the guy.
Look, you know as well as I do
that without Kate,
the laundering isn't going to fly.
So tell me you got
something else up your sleeve, please.
We just need to verify the facts.
Okay.
The way I see it, your case,
no offence, is circumstantial shit.
But these last two hits were no accident.
They knew where we were.
They knew how many guys we had.
You got a leak. Somebody tipped them off.
We're investigating that possibility.
Well, maybe I can help.
We all know Perez is behind this.
What I saw was men in ski masks.
That's not doing us a bit of good.
Doesn't mean
I'm not willing to step up to the plate,
testify to something that will make a dent.
- A dent?
- Yeah.
Like maybe my memory
just got a little clearer.
Maybe I did see some faces,
some of the same faces
that work with Perez day after day.
Detective Maxwell,
I don't think there's any reason
for us to have a conversation about this.
We cut Perez's legs out from under him,
he doesn't have shit to go back to.
Doug.
You've been through a lot the past few days.
We know that.
But we deal in the truth here,
no matter how it affects
the outcome of a case.
We want you back in protective custody.
Yeah, right. That's not gonna happen.
This isn't over. Your life is still in danger.
Yeah. My life.
Not yours. Mine.
I'm not going to let you serve me up
just because you're too proud
to admit you got a leak.
No one has to know.
Put me on the stand.
Let me do my thing
and I will go into custody.
We are gonna let this scumbag walk
because we are the only ones here
playing by the rules.
- Counsellor, are we gonna start today?
- Yes, Your Honour.
The people request
a two day continuance on the basis...
Objection.
Prosecution is stalling, pure and simple.
Mr Bishop, we've covered this
as much as my patience will allow.
Are you ready to proceed?
Permission to approach.
Due to recent events,
we intend to file a Scully petition.
Secret testimony?
This is the United States, Counsellor,
not Russia.
All of our key witnesses
have been murdered in cold blood.
These are federal agents, officers of the law.
Though my client is very concerned
about last week's tragedy, Your Honour,
he had absolutely nothing to do with it.
He was incarcerated.
And furthermore, the opening of additional
testimony entitles my client to bail.
Bail? He's a flight risk.
Your Honour, I'm asking for two days,
at which point we will present evidence
including a sealed document with testimony
that is the foundation of our case.
Court is in recess two days.
- Bail is set at $900,000.
- Bail?
Prosecution will proceed
on Friday morning at 9:00.
So, what did he say to you?
Your boyfriend, Perez.
Sorry, do I know you?
That's all right. I got a pretty good idea.
I just wanted to hear it from you.
You read lips? Well, try this.
Sorry, sweetheart, but you're not my type.
Go home, cowboy.
- What the hell are you doing?
- What?
With Maxwell's testimony,
we'll get these guys.
- You're just gonna have to trust me.
- I don't know you.
I don't know Stevens or Maxwell.
You're all strangers to me.
We were not to Kate.
No disrespect,
but you're not a cop any more.
Please, let me handle this.
Six witnesses taken out in the same week.
Doesn't take a big-city cop to figure out
someone is playing both sides.
Until I find out who that is,
I don't take orders from you
or anybody else.
It's about time.
There are no witnesses left.
What the fuck do they have?
Davis says they're filing a Scully petition.
- What?
- It's a Scully petition.
It's some backdoor way
of introducing the evidence
without the defence seeing
until it goes to trial.
It's usually what they do
when they got a snitch
that they're trying to protect.
I hate that prick!
Okay. Listen to me.
Put the word out.
Cash or product
for any information about this shit, okay?
How's she doing?
She's out of the woods.
Just give it some time.
I'm not hungry.
Suit yourself.
Why aren't you married?
I was once.
She divorce you?
No. She died in a car accident.
Sorry. I didn't know.
It's okay. It was a long time ago.
When I was a kid, my cousins and I
used to have these massive Jell-O fights.
My mom would get all worked up
and she'd yell,
"You boys, you stop that fighting
or I'm gonna fill your noggins with Jell-O."
Once at school, Bobby Dolan
threw his pudding at Tricia O'Brien
because she told everybody
he was a bad kisser.
The whole sixth grade ganged up on him,
doused him for like 10 minutes.
Hope it wasn't spaghetti day.
Meatloaf and mashed potatoes.
All that for being a bad kisser?
He wasn't that bad.
Really?
Now how would you know that?
She's alive.
The Fed.
How does he know for sure?
'Cause he's a cop.
They're holding some witness
over at County.
For you.
Go.
End this shit. Now!
Hey. How was your snack?
- It was...
- Messy.
Yes. Messy.
Okay, time to get you home, young lady.
No, I want to stay here.
You'll come back. Bright and early.
She's the boss. Come on.
I'll drop you off.
No. I want Aunt Marcia to take us home,
so you can stay here with Mom.
Okay.
Maybe you guys can bake some cookies
for when she wakes up.
Please. You know what?
Save your words, Officer Simonds.
I'll speak with you later.
- Is everything all right?
- Yes. Just bureaucracy. What's up?
I was wondering if you would give
Emma and Sam a ride home.
- Let them get some rest.
- Yeah, sure.
No problem. Let me get somebody.
No, no. It's you, personally.
I guess Sam is more comfortable with you.
Of course. You ready to go, you two?
I'll walk you out.
Bye, Sam.
Where the hell is everyone?
Shift change.
Guys got a shuttle back to the station.
The new guys should be here
in about 20 minutes.
- Twenty minutes?
- Is something wrong?
Yeah, this is bullshit. Come on.
Okay, nice and quiet.
What are we doing?
Why don't we just sit back,
hold tight, wait for backup?
It'll be too late.
Hold.
Okay.
Clear.
Shit.
Shit. Back. Back. Back.
What's wrong?
They're here. Two, maybe more. The door.
The other one.
Hurry!
Come on, hurry!
- No, it's too big.
- Go, go. Back around.
Wait, wait, wait.
Let's move. Come on.
- Elevator is too small.
- Shit.
- Wheelchair.
- All right.
Go, go, go, go, go.
No good. Three of them. End of the hall.
Get her out of here.
Red and white pickup. B3.
I'm gonna stall them. Go, go.
Call 911.
Hey, where are they?
Sorry, kid.
- Hello?
- It's me.
Don't make a big deal out of this,
but I want you to wake Sam
and meet me at the ranch.
What happened? Is Kate all right?
Yeah. We're fine.
I just want to be on our turf for a while.
- I can't trust anyone right now.
- All right. I'll wait up for you.
Russell? What the hell happened?
Perez's thugs tried to get her.
Where's Kate? Is she all right?
- Nick took her.
- And you just let him?
- Okay, where'd they go?
- He didn't leave me a map.
One guy? One fucking redneck! That's it?
Who was he?
Who was he?
No one knows? Mystery man. Well, find out.
You hear me?
'Cause I want that bitch dead.
I think this is a bad idea.
She needs a doctor.
- Don't worry. I'm gonna get her one.
- A real doctor.
Sam, the people that hurt your mom
are still looking for her.
She'll be safer here.
How do you know that?
What if they come here?
You can't protect her.
Trust me.
I'll protect her better than anyone else can.
And what if you can't?
What if they send 10 guys with guns?
I'm doing the best I can!
It's all I can do, okay?
What?
She's tired and she's scared.
Yeah, well, aren't we all?
- Morning, Hank.
- Nick.
Awful early, don't you think?
Yeah. Sorry about that.
Listen, I need some help.
What kind of help?
At the ranch.
Thought maybe you could come down
and help keep an eye on the place.
Y'all go on back inside.
- You in some trouble, Nick?
- I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.
- Let me get some pants on.
- Better get your rifle, too.
Just in case.
Hey, fellas. Thanks for coming by.
Doc come out yet?
No, he's still in there.
He said she's doing fine.
Now sit down. You need to eat something.
I'm fine. Load up, boys.
- Hey, Doc. How's she doing?
- She just needs more rest.
Thanks.
Sorry about earlier. Didn't mean to yell.
I was scared.
There's nothing wrong
with being scared, right?
Your mom's gonna be fine.
I can take care of her here. I promise.
Nick, we got company.
It's okay.
- That's as far as you go.
- You can't do this, Nick.
This is private property. Get off my land.
She's a federal witness, Nick.
This is serious shit.
We're talking kidnapping,
obstruction of justice...
How did you find us?
It's all right. Stand down.
Stand down.
How did you find us?
I called her.
I was afraid.
Great.
We tried it your way and they found her.
So now we're going
to do things my way, okay?
As long as you let us help.
I think if we both work together,
we can get what we want.
- Cell phones, hand them over.
- Do it.
Yours, too.
Octavio...
You know, I've been thinking.
Maybe we should take you back home,
to Mexico.
Just for a little while.
You know? Till all this goes away.
We can take a chunk out. We can just...
This is my home. Okay? This is my life.
And I'm not giving it up, not for anything.
Hey, the boys are getting hungry.
Better stash that.
Emma even thinks you're bringing
outside food in this house,
she'll cook you up and eat you for breakfast.
- It's mine.
- Go ahead.
- Tunney.
- They're still after me.
What the hell is going on?
I can help.
- Ready to come in?
- Who would know about it?
Just me and one federal marshal.
I'm not going into the office.
That's fine. We'll come to you.
Just name the place.
Right.
Got it.
Okay, give me two hours.
I can't just leave him out there.
- All right. Let's go.
- He said alone.
I wasn't asking for his permission.
SIG.380 Auto. Double-action trigger.
You shouldn't sneak up on people.
As if you didn't know I was there.
Glock 19. One in the chamber,
15 in the mag.
Glocks are used by 65% of all
law enforcement agencies including the FBI.
I didn't have much time for dolls.
You ever shoot one?
You can't always count on guns
to protect you.
That's true. Your mom tell you that?
That's why she made me take tae kwon do.
- You any good?
- I could probably kick your ass.
I'm sorry I called Aunt Marcia.
Yeah. I know.
It'll be all right.
How many shots did he get off?
Maxwell. The night Kate was shot?
- What are you trying to say?
- How well do you know him?
Maxwell isn't my favourite guy,
but he's a good cop. He's dedicated.
He offered to perjure himself for the cause.
So, how many?
None, which doesn't prove a thing.
People respond to pressure
in different ways.
They react, pure and simple.
It doesn't mean
one person is better than the other.
I just asked a question.
But you judge him. Don't you?
Should I judge you
based on that incident you had last year?
Kate told me you were up against 10 men.
They had the whole town running scared.
You went after them, alone,
took them out one by one.
Is that about the way it happened?
Can't say I really remember.
Or you don't want to.
It helps promote the myth. Right?
Have you had much violence in your life?
You been in any fistfights?
What, curiosity
is a one-way street with you?
No, I haven't been in any fistfights, okay?
I mean, please, I'm not trying to make this
into a pissing contest.
I am a woman, don't forget.
Violence isn't the mark
of a man or a woman.
If you're smart,
you try and avoid it the best you can.
But you can't live in fear and let
a bunch of lunatics take away your life.
Do you have any sevens?
Go fish.
Be careful, she's a shark.
Mom!
- Thank God you're okay.
- Gracious, what are you doing out of bed?
Go sit down. Sit down.
Are you all right?
You want me to get you anything?
I'm fine. I'm just a little sore.
But I am thirsty.
- Okay, I'll go get you some water.
- Thank you so much.
Hey, he's a little spooked.
Can we leave that in the car?
And let me do the talking, okay?
Thank you.
Hey, Doug. You weren't kidding.
This is the middle of nowhere.
I said alone.
It's okay. Nick's working with us now.
- Were you followed?
- No.
Not much fun being hunted like an animal.
Look, you made the right decision.
Come on, we can take care of you now.
Like Kate. She's still alive, isn't she?
That's why the sheriff's here, right?
Alone, I don't pose much of a threat,
but with Kate alive,
the case gets a whole lot stickier.
You should have told me.
Maybe I would've agreed
to custody right away.
Given the circumstances,
it was better to keep everyone separate.
Can I see her?
Marshal Clark is gonna be with you
at the Federal Building.
I wanna see Kate! We need to be together.
That's not gonna happen.
Look, I...
I may be just a little
paranoid right now, okay?
Why don't you and me just start over, okay?
My name is Doug. Doug Maxwell.
It's good to see you.
Doug! Doug, calm down.
- Move and he dies.
- What is going on?
Well, if it isn't the cowboy.
- You remember me, don't you?
- No, I think you're pretty forgettable.
Maybe you remember this.
- Let go.
- Get down!
Where is she?
Now you see what happens
when you try to be a tough guy.
Stop it! Stop it now!
Now, let's try this again.
Where is Kate?
Fuck you!
- Please, Doug, stop it!
- This is all your fault!
After Pace and Ruiz went down, it was over.
You had no case.
But you couldn't let it go.
You had to make the big bust.
Doug, don't.
- This is all your fault.
- Please. Please, stop.
Where is the bitch being kept?
Don't tell him.
It's your choice. You tell me or he dies.
God damn it!
Oh, God!
Fucking idiot!
Get them in the car!
No.
Sorry, Crystal, I told you she's good.
- Hey, guys.
- It's good to see you, Kate.
Thanks.
Where's Nick?
He went with Tunney to take Maxwell
into protective custody.
Wait a second. Maxwell?
- He's alive?
- Yeah.
A few shots to the leg,
but he's gonna be fine.
What's wrong?
Oh, my God.
The night I was shot.
I could have sworn
I saw someone going to the back door.
Maxwell.
It was him.
He must have been letting them in.
I mean, I saw him get shot point-blank.
But everything happened so fast,
I guess that's just what it looked like.
Oh, God!
Oh, my God, it was all part of the plan.
This whole thing was part of the plan.
I gotta get Nick.
Stop it! Stop! Stop it!
I never wanted it to go this far. I swear.
You're in over your head, Nick.
These guys won't stop
until they get what they want.
Neither will I.
So you're the one
who's been giving me so much trouble.
Not much of a talker, huh?
We'll see about that.
This might be a little cold.
Cowboy's pretty tough.
You're wasting your time.
Well, maybe with you,
but I bet your friend has something to say.
- She won't tell you anything.
- I wouldn't be so sure.
You see, Ramona is very persuasive.
Don't touch her.
I mean it.
Bastard!
If you want to smell the rose,
you have to cut the thorn.
No, no. No! No! No!
You see? I knew she had something to say.
Where is the FBI woman?
Please tell me.
Ramona is enjoying this far too much.
Okay.
- No!
- No, no!
- No!
- No!
There goes your hitchhiking career.
She can't talk if she's fucking dead.
Oh, she'll talk! All women love to talk!
Going somewhere?
Let me guess. Ramona killed her
and you didn't learn anything?
- She was a tough bitch.
- It's lucky I'm here.
Best country cooking in town. "
What's this?
That's the town Prescott
used to be the sheriff of.
His family owns a ranch out there.
Found her.
I guess we should pay them a visit.
Maybe he's got the whole town
protecting the place.
Maybe the whole fucking town dies then.
Clean up your mess, baby. Be right back.
- Hey, dude! Get in.
- Why? You don't need me.
You never know
when the police might come in handy.
Tunney!
Damn it! Hey! Here, Tunney!
I didn't tell them. I didn't tell them.
Yeah, I know, I know, I know. It's okay.
Hey. Just hang on.
I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?
Hey, hey, hey, hey! Someone's coming.
Come on. Come on.
Where's your friend, bitch?
Hey, Ramona.
I told you not to touch her.
You're not very smart, are you, cowboy?
Smarter than you.
There goes your singing career, bitch.
Hey, hey, hey! Listen, listen, listen.
They know where Kate is.
They know where she is.
Then go, Nick. Go get her. Go save Kate.
- Okay.
- Go save Kate.
I'll send somebody, okay?
Hey, assholes.
- They're coming.
- How many?
I don't know. Four. Maybe five.
You make sure that Buck knows.
Oh, my God!
I see a couple of bullets can't stop you.
- Are you okay?
- I'm fine.
- I thought I lost you.
- You're not gonna get rid of me that easily.
All right, here's the plan.
Take your guns, get upstairs,
and you stay there.
And you guys
take the girls over to the Parker farm.
Nick, you're in no shape to fight.
You've got your family to worry about it.
Hank, I'm not running any more.
We need you to protect everyone else.
Please. It ends here.
I'm staying.
Fine. Hank, get them out of here.
- Mom.
- Yes, sweetie.
- I don't wanna go.
- Oh, honey.
Listen to me.
I know this is scary, okay, but I need you
to be brave for me right now.
Go with Emma. I'm gonna be fine.
I promise. Okay?
Come on, honey.
Keep up, Sam.
All right, give Buck a call.
They've gotta be here by now.
No answer.
Nick. Nick, they're here.
Take the north side, I've got the back.
You, you've got the stairs.
Do not let them get to Kate.
Sam!
What do you think you're doing here?
Come here.
Get over here! Are you crazy?
Sorry, I want to be with...
Come on! Go! Go!
Russell!
What is she doing here?
We've already covered that.
Just get her upstairs.
Come on, let's go.
Kate?
What are you doing?
I'm sorry, Mom. I'm sorry.
- Get in the back room, go! Go!
- Come on.
Come on out, cowboy.
- You gotta do better than that, cowboy.
- Damn! Damn!
- Grab the gun.
- Got it.
- How is it?
- It's through and through.
Just keep pressure on it.
- You all right?
- Yeah.
Thanks.
Take Sam out the window.
Go to the barn. Go.
- Okay. What about you?
- Come back for me after.
Go, go, go!
Come on, Sam.
Come on, Sam! I got you.
You can do it. Come on!
Here you go. Come on, I'll catch you.
Come on, let's go. Come on!
Drop it, Perez!
Agent Jensen.
What a pain in my ass.
- You're gonna shoot me?
- Don't think I won't. It ends here.
- You really think I'm going back to jail?
- That's where you belong.
- You okay?
- My leg. I'm fine, though.
Run, Sam! Run!
Sam!
Samantha! Run!
Don't let them hurt her!
Sam! Hold up!
- Leave me alone!
- Come on, Sam!
Nick! Nick!
Sam!
- Get away from me!
- Sam, hold up!
Go!
I'm coming, Sam!
Maxwell! Don't you touch her!
Maxwell, you hear me?
Nick! Hurry!
Hold on, Sam!
- Nick!
- Come on, Sam! I'm not gonna hurt you!
- Let her go.
- Don't move, Prescott.
Let her go!
No. Drop the weapon.
- Don't do this.
- Drop the fucking weapon!
Okay! Okay.
It's gonna be okay, Sam.
Maxwell, take me instead.
How heroic.
She's just a kid! She didn't do anything.
Shut up, Mayberry.
Now move away from the weapon.
Come on.
All right, I've moved away from the weapon.
Now let her go.
Nick!
- Let me go!
- You son of a bitch!
- I'm gonna kill you.
- Now, how are you gonna do that?
I got the gun.
You can't always count on guns
to protect you.
You may be brave,
but you are dumber than a box of rocks.
It's okay. It's over now.
You'll have to teach me that move.
All right, let's go, let's go! She can't be late.
Okay, okay, okay.
- Punctuality is taught by example.
- All righty then!
And remember, these are primo.
Don't let them go for less than a nickel each.
Okay.
- Who gets the bad guys?
- Mom, I'm too old for this.
- Come on. Who gets the bad guys?
- You do.
- Who's your best friend?
- You are.
- And who loves you more than anyone?
- You do.
And Bobby Dolan.
Wait, wait, who's Bobby Dolan?
Only the coolest boy in the sixth grade,
who apparently is a very good kisser.
Okay, and how do you know this?
You may be her best friend,
but you're not her only friend.
You are clearly a bad influence.
I think I'll be a bad influence on you.
Come on.