01x01 - It's Summer and We're Running Out of Ice

[bunniefuu]

"There will be
no mob justice today."

Trust in the law."

Mama!

It's time to go.

Run! Run!

Hurry!

Don't backtalk me, boy!
Get up there!

Come on! Come on!

Stay down!

Hey! Get back here!

Get back here!

Get 'em!

Over there!

Watch out!

All right. We're here.

I told you, ain't no room!

Just the boy then.

Hey! Hey!
Goddammit, O.B.!

It's gonna be okay, baby.
All right?

You're gonna go
with Heck and Liddy,

and they're gonna
get you someplace safe.

Are you comin' too?

We're gonna be
right behind you, all right?

Get her!

We gotta go now!

Don't move.

Hey, get your thumb
out your mouth, boy.

O.B., come on!
We gotta go!

- Be strong.
- Okay.

Get down.

You're okay.

♪ Plain Jane, Jackie Chan,
Richard Mille ♪

♪ You gon' be the one,
bust it down, I can see it ♪

♪ Diamonds in the face
crushed up, I can see it ♪

- ♪ Wheezy outta here ♪ - ♪ Diamonds
in the face crushed up, I can see it ♪

♪ Diamonds in the face
crushed up, I can see it ♪

♪ Diamonds in the face
crushed up, I can see it ♪

♪ Diamonds in the face,
di-diamonds in the face ♪

♪ Half a ticket for my wrist,
spill so big ♪

♪ I put five pointers
in the face, you can see it ♪

♪ I just put my whole
damn arm in the fridge ♪

- ♪ Ten chains on, lucky charms...

Aah, sh*t!

sh*t, sh*t.

This interaction
is being recorded.

Do you consent?

Yes, sir. Sure.

It is... 9:35 p.m.,
September 8, 2019.

Initiated traffic stop.

How are you tonight, sir?

Good. Yeah, fine.
Thanks.

- How are you?
- What you drinking there?

Oh, uh...

Coca-Cola, sir.

Mm.

What are you hauling?

Lettuce.

Lettuce?

- Yes, sir.
- Can I take a look?

Can I take a look
at your face?

What did you just say to me?

Hey, I'm-I'm sorry, officer.

- I was just kidding.
- License and registration.

They're in the glove.

I'm just gonna reach over
and open it on up, okay?

Go ahead.

Three-five, returned to vehicle.

I need Weapons Autho.
Who's on the desk?

Panda. I'll patch you through.

sh*t. No, wait.
Is there anyone else...

This is Panda. What's up?

Hey, I just made
a traffic stop.

Subject refused
a search of his truck,

and I observed Kavalry
contraband in his glove.

Requesting firearm
lock release.

What kind of contraband?

It was a Rorschach mask.

Are you sure?

I saw it.
Panda, come on.

Release my weapon.

Probability of drugs
and/or alcohol

- in the subject's vehicle?
- High.

Probability of firearms
and/or expl*sives

- in the vehicle?
- High.

What's your overall perceived
threat level from the subject?

High. Just... buzz me, okay?

Stand by.

It's not working,
I didn't get it.

Buzz me again, man.

Stand by.

We good?

Yeah, I got it.
Thank you.

♪ Oklahoma, where the wind comes
sweeping down the plain ♪

♪ And the waving wheat
can sure smell sweet ♪

♪ When the wind comes
right behind the rain ♪

♪ Oklahoma, every night
my honey-lamb and I ♪

♪ Every night we sit alone
and talk and watch a hawk ♪

♪ Making lazy circles
in the sky ♪

♪ We know we belong
to the land ♪

♪ And the land
we belong to is grand ♪

♪ And when we say,
Hey! Yeeow-a-yip-i-o-ee ay! ♪

♪ We're only saying
you're doin' fine, Oklahoma ♪

♪ Oklahoma, okay ♪

♪ Okla-homa, Okla-homa ♪

♪ Okla-homa, Okla... ♪

♪ We know we belong
to the land ♪

♪ And the land
we belong to is grand ♪

♪ And when we say,
yeeow-a-yip-i-o-ee ay! ♪

♪ We're only saying
you're doin' fine, Oklahoma ♪

♪ Oklahoma, O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A ♪

♪ Oklahoma! ♪

They bring
my uniform up?

Next room over.

- Mind if I have a minute?
- Of course, sir.

You running background checks
on all the nurses

and orderlies
that saw his face?

Yep.

We got roadblocks up
on all the egresses,

but he's probably
gone to ground.

Sent a couple units out
to the address on his DL,

but the house was boarded up.

- Kavalry?
- More than likely.

You want me to call in
Red and Night?

No.

Let 'em sleep.

She gonna be pissed.

Why in Christ's name would
they start this sh*t up again?

Maybe there was
somethin' in the truck

they didn't want found.

Somethin' like what?

There was a head of lettuce
in Sutton's car.

sh**ter must've tossed it in.

I believe it was romaine.

Were there any croutons?

Not that I could ascertain.

You don't start a w*r
over g*dd*mn lettuce, Wade.

Come over here
and pull your face down.

Mrs. Sutton?

Roberta.

Roberta, I'm Judd.

May I come in?

Yeah.

There was a sh**ting.

Charlie's in surgery now.

When he's out,
we're gonna move him

to our secure medical facility
over at the precinct.

Ah. Okay.

Can I go see him?

Of course.

Did he tell anyone
that he was police?

That's against the rules.

Yeah.

But people still talk.

He didn't.

Where did he tell folks that he
was going when he was on shift?

Night school, for engineering.

All right.

We'll say it was a carjacking.

He was leaving school
and that's when he got shot.

Why?

We have protocols.

We just want to keep
everybody safe.

Safe.

- Yeah, I know what you're thinkin'.
- Mm-hmm.

f*ck me and the horse
I rode in on.

He liked you.

No. He likes me.

Egg whites
are made of protein.

When we whip 'em,
we get bubbles,

and it's the proteins that form
the walls of those bubbles.

If we don't have walls,
it all comes tumblin' down.

Now, those walls are strong,
but they won't stay that way

if just even
a little bit of yolk

gets mixed in
with the whites.

So, that's why
we gotta separate 'em.

- Ta-da!
- Wow!

Can we eat our cookies
now, please?

Y'all go ahead.

Okay, Ms.
Abar, while they're stuffing their faces,

maybe you can explain to them
what they're eating.

Oh, um...

It's called a banh bia.

When I was
a little girl in Vietnam,

we called them "mooncakes."

Oh, were you born there before
or after it became a state?

Um, a couple years before.

Um, I was born
just outside of Saigon

and when I grew up,
I was a police officer there

until I moved here to Tulsa.

Did you stay
a police officer?

For a while,
then I retired.

Why?

Um...

I was one of the cops who got
attacked on the White Night.

And that was before police officers
were allowed to wear masks.

So, the bad guys,
they knew who I was

and they knew where I lived,

and they came to my house
and they shot me.

Right here.

And the doctors,
they had to pull apart my insides

to find the b*llet
and get it out

- 'cause they didn't want it to...
- Ahem.

Oh, um, anyway.

I figured making
cakes and cookies

was better than getting shot.

So, I quit the police force
and opened up a bakery.

Mm-hmm?

Did Redfordations pay for it?

Excuse me?

Your bakery... did you pay
for it with Redfordations?

Tommy!

Ooh! Topher!

Don't tilt your head back,
just pinch your nose.

Why'd you hit him?

'Cause you wanted
to hit him.

He's ten years old.

You still wanted to.

He said...
Redfordations.

I heard him.

- He's a r*cist.
- He's not r*cist.

But he's off
to a good start.

Oh, goddammit.

Maybe it's a false...

♪ 'Cause every little thing
is gonna be all right ♪

- ♪ Singing' don't worry ♪
- ♪ Don't worry ♪

- ♪ About a thing ♪
- ♪ About a thing ♪

♪ 'Cause every little thing
is gonna be all right ♪

♪ Woke up this morning ♪

♪ Smiled at the rising sun... ♪

It smells.

Well, at least
your nose is working.

♪ Singin' a sweet song ♪

♪ A melody pure and true ♪

- Oh, get the truck.
- Get the truck!

Hey.

- We're cleaning up the squids.
- Thanks, baby!

Hey, you left your pager.
It's been going off all morning.

What's Little Big Horn?

I gotta go to the bakery.

You pick up Rosie from school?

Of course.

Sweetie, I need you
to go with Dad

and pick up your sister
from school, okay?

Don't let him drive too fast.

- I love you, sweetie.
- Love you too, Mommy.

I also love you.

Don't drive fast.

No TV!

The clock is ticking.

The New York Times
is calling it

the most important television
event of the new millennium.

Tomorrow night,
the countdown ends.

Minutemen.

- Do you own that place?
- Mm-hmm.

- When is gonna open?
- A couple months.

Mm-hmm.

I'll wait.

Hey.

You think I can lift 200 pounds?

Sure you could.

Whoa! Hey!

Cop
carcass on the highway last night.

Soon, the accumulated black
filth will be hosed away,

and the streets of Tulsa
will turn into extended gutters

overflowing with liberal tears.

Soon all the wh*res and race
traitors will shout "Save us!"

And we will whisper... No.

We are the Seventh Kavalry.

We are no one. We are everyone.
We are invisible.

And we will never compromise.

Do not stand between
us and our mission,

or there will be
more dead cops.

There are so many
deserving of retribution

and there is so little time.

And that time is near.

Ticktock.Ticktock.
Ticktock. Ticktock.

Ticktock.Ticktock.
Ticktock. Ticktock.

Ticktock.Ticktock.
Ticktock. Ticktock.

Ticktock.Ticktock. Ticktock. Ticktock.

Ticktock! Ticktock!
Ticktock! Ticktock!

Ticktock! Ticktock!
Ticktock! Ticktock!

Kavalry's back.

Three years of peace,

and we convinced ourselves
that they were gone.

But they were just hibernating.

Good thing we know
where their caves are.

So roll into Nixonville
and round 'em up,

and drag their asses
into the pod for interrogation.

One of them's gonna
give up the sh**ter.

Warrants-free, weapons hot?

We are Article Four.

Panda, buzz out the g*ns.

"An emergency 24-hour
release of deadly weapons

- "can be authorized only..."
- Shut the f*ck up, Panda.

"If the majority
of the police force

believe their lives are under
direct immediate threat."

LG...

do you believe your life is under
direct and immediate threat?

Yes, I do.

What about you, Red?

Absolutely.

Firearms release is authorized.

Chief, you're making a mistake.

Yeah, well...

it's my funeral.

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?

Nos costodimus!

Why didn't you call me?

Wanna take your feet
off my desk, please?

Kavalry involved
sh**ting last night,

and I don't get a Little Big
Horn until two hours ago?

We were still working the scene.
It was late.

Mm. I know why
you didn't call me.

Why?

You were mad
that my sitter bailed

and you had to suffer
through black Oklahoma

without having someone
to roll your eyes at.

- Sitter bailed?
- Yes.

Well, you and Cal missed out,

because black Oklahoma
was delightful.

You are not allowed
to call it that.

You gonna give me
the speech now?

What speech?

About how I'm overreacting
by calling Article Four,

and I should calm down and take a
breath before we're at w*r again.

There's a guy in my trunk.

I knew you were gonna tell us
to round up the likelies.

I just got a jump on things.

You knew?

Yes.

How do you know he's Seven K?

I got a nose for white supremacy,
and he smells like bleach.

So, put him in the pod?

Put him in the pod.

Howdy.

I'm just gonna ask you
a series of questions.

Answer them honestly
and you can go home.

Do you know
why you're here?

Some b*tch
dressed like a nun

kicked in my door and put me in
the trunk of her f*cking car.

That is correct.

I want my lawyer.

Yeah, we really don't
have to do that with t*rrorists.

I... I'm not a t*rror1st.

How long have
you lived in Tulsa?

Uh, five years... six.
Almost six.

What did you have
for breakfast this morning?

Cereal, I think.

If I defecated
on the American flag,

how would that make you feel?

Defecated?

sh*t. If I took a sh*t
on the American flag,

how would that make you feel?

Confused.

Are you a member of
or do you associate with

members of the white
supremacist organization

known as the Seventh Kavalry?

No.

Do you believe that
transdimensional attacks

are hoaxes staged
by the U.S. government?

I dunno, maybe.

Are you a member of
or do you associate with

members of the white
supremacist organization

known as the Seventh Kavalry?

You already asked me that.

- Should all Americans pay taxes?
- Yes.

Are you a member of
or do you associate with

members of the white
supremacist organization

known as the Seventh Kavalry?

Are you a member of
or do you associate with

members of the white
supremacist organization

known as the Seventh Kavalry?

Are you a member of
or do you associate with

members of the white
supremacist group

known as the Seventh Kavalry?

No... No.

Well?

He knows.

You sure?

He's not gonna talk
sans motivation,

but he was off the charts
on the bias questions.

Eyes dilated
on all the Rorschachs.

Yeah. I'm sure.

Like I said...

bleach.

Cop got shot,
so we're all a little wound up here.

But still that's no excuse
for how I treated you.

Sorry.

Yeah, okay.

Appreciate
your understanding.

f*ck!

f*ck you!

Where... is... he?

Where is he?!

Where... is... he?!

Where is he?!

Where is he?!

Where is he?!

Cattle ranch.

We're almost at the house.
Is there any movement inside?

Do you got a head count?

Looks like four.

Maybe five.

Cops! Pack it up! Let's go!

Let's head on out! Come on!

Aw, sh*t! They're moving!

Go. Go now!

Take that.

All right.
Come on, boys, let's go!

Come on! Come on!

Down! Down!
Everybody down!

They've got a f*cking plane.

Come on, go!

Aah!

f*ck!

Spit it out!
Spit it out, m*therf*cker!

Spit it out!

f*ck!

Pill?

f*cking coward!

Where are the others?

sh*t!

Crawford! Crawford!
Two of them got out.

They're taking off.
They're right under you.

All right. Bring her out.

Good.

Stay with 'em.

Higher.

Higher.

- Higher, damn it!
- I'm trying!

Chief, f*cking quit!
The ship can't take it!

f*ck!

Are you okay?

Oh, sh*t!

What the f*ck?

- Welcome home, Master.
- Thank you, Alphonse.

Your thighs are
quite raw, Master.

Yes, I rode quite
a distance yesterday.

But don't worry,
Ms. Crookshanks.

Have at it.

Sir.

Shall I dress you?

Looks a little formal,
Mr. Philips.

- Is it a special occasion?
- Of course it is, Master.

It's your anniversary.

Ah. Hmm.

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow,
for he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ Which nobody can deny ♪

Well, it looks delicious.

We used the honeycomb
you gave us, Master.

Ah.

Would you like
to cut it, sir?

That is a horseshoe,
Mr. Philips.

I'm so sorry, sir.

- Would a knife be more appropriate?
- No, it's...

It's all right.

It's the bee's knees.

Mmm.

Happy anniversary, Master.

You had discarded
some drawings of it, sir.

The pieces were most intricate.

But I tried my very best
to get it to function.

I...

wanted to surprise you, sir.

It's exquisite, Mr. Philips.

Speaking of surprises,
I have a surprise for you.

I've started writing a play.

It's a tragedy
in five acts.

When it's finished,
I want the two of you...

to play the leading roles.

And what do you call it, Master?

The Watchmaker's Son.

♪ Unforgettable... ♪

The Watchmaker's Son.

Truman,
President Eisenhower, President...

Okay, we get it!

Nixon,
President Ford, President Redford!

- All right, baby girl!
- I'm gonna get another bottle.

Rosie and Emma,
I am officially convinced

that one day another little girl
will be listing your names.

You hear that?

Maybe Aunt Jane will be
your campaign manager.

Alas,
as wonderful a president

as you both would be,
I've quit politics.

My mommy quit her job too.
She was a policeman.

Um, I didn't quit, sweetheart.
I retired.

What's the difference?

Topher, don't be disrespectful.

Better not stand up for her
or she'll take away your TV too.

All right.

Cal, I'm taking away your TV.

Ha-ha! Mommy took your TV away!

- - Wait a minute.
What happened? What'd I miss?

No TV for anybody!

Oh, no! That's horrible!

Cal, this was a wonderful meal.

Totally worth getting
ditched for Oklahoma.

Ditched for what?

Oh.

Oh, well, you didn't
even tell him?

- I spared him.
- What? What's happening?

You didn't know
that your sitter bailed?

Babe, you hate musicals.

Nobody hates Oklahoma!

- You did.
- No. I thought it was great.

Then why'd you
tell me at intermission

that their hearts
weren't in it, hmm?

- Really? Okay.
- Yeah...

He's just jealous because
he played Curly in high school.

No way!

Who's Curly?

Curly... Curly is
the star of Oklahoma.

He gets the girl,
he kills the bad guy,

- and he sings a lot.
- Sing, Uncle Judd!

- No, no, no.
- Yeah, Uncle Judd, sing!

No. No!

Sing! Sing! Sing!

♪ Some people claim that you
are to blame as much as I! ♪

♪ Why do I take the trouble
to bake my favorite pie? ♪

♪ Don't take my arm too much ♪

♪ Don't put your hand in mine ♪

Of course he sings.

♪ Your hand feels
so grand in mine ♪

♪ People will say
we're in love ♪

- ♪ Don't dance all night with me ♪
- Oh, my turn.

♪ Till the stars
fade from above ♪

♪ They'll see
it's all right with me ♪

♪ People will say ♪

♪ We're in love ♪

- Watch batteries?
- Mm-hmm. Pulled a duffle out of that plane you blew up.

There was a couple hundred
of them in there.

Well, can't you just buy
those at any old store?

No. Not anymore, they're the old kind.
The synthetic lithium...

the ones that were
making people sick.

Oh, I get it.

Kavalry's gonna make
a cancer b*mb.

I don't know.

But that f*ck in the video
said that they had a mission,

and it was gonna happen soon.

Aren't you worried?

Oh, Angela.

I'm worried as f*ck.

Hey. What are you two talking
about that's taking so long?

Oh, nothing.
Just the end of the world.

Ticktock. Ticktock.
Ticktock. Ticktock.

The clock is ticking.

We're running out of time.

Evil is rising.

Second by second
we all cry out...

Yes, sir.
You bet. We got them all.

Well, sh**ter took some
sort of damn poison pill

before we could interrogate him, but...
you know.

Uh, well...

Yeah, there's always a chance
of reprisal, Governor,

but we just gave 'em
a pretty good taste

of what happens when
you take one of ours.

Well, you're welcome, Governor.

Bye now.

- How'd I do?
- You sounded very confident.

That's because, my dear,
I am full of confidence.

Yeah, I noticed some of it coming
out of your nose at dinner.

It's been a tough week.

Yeah.

It's the hospital.

- Charlie Sutton just woke up.
- Oh.

I'm gonna
change into my uniform,

and I'm gonna go over there
and I'm gonna see him.

Baby,
maybe you shouldn't drive.

I'll get one of the
boys out front to take me.

You don't have
to wait up for me.

But it's a helluva
name, isn't it?

Senator Joe Keene
was a real cowboy,

unlike our current
Sundancer in Chief.

Thirty years of Redford and
what've we got to show for it?

More land we can't live on,
more animals we can't k*ll,

and a six-month wait to get
a g*n for our own protection.

Hell, if Joe Junior
wants to mount up

and gallop into the White
House, I say let him ride!

sh*t.

Oh! Jeez...

We should...
we should answer that.

No. I'm close, I'm close.

It's gonna wake up
the kids.

Okay, okay, okay.

Goddammit.

Hello.

Is this Angela Abar?

Yes.

Is your father Marcus Abar?

Who is this?

Big oak tree
out on Rowland Hill.

Something you need
to see there.

I know who you are,

so don't wear
no goddamned mask.

What?

Watch the street.
If anybody pulls up other than me,

f*cking sh**t 'em
before they get to the porch.

Okay.

Turn it off!

Or I'll sh**t!

♪ Poor Jud is dead ♪

♪ Poor Jud Fry is dead ♪

♪ All gather round
his coffin now and cry ♪

♪ He looks like he's asleep ♪

♪ It's a shame
that he won't keep ♪

♪ But it's summer
and we're running out of ice ♪

♪ Poor... ♪

♪ Jud ♪

Who are you?

I'm the one who
strung your chief of police up.

You're 90 f*cking years old,
how the f*ck did you hang him?

I am 105, and you curse
too much.

You didn't k*ll him.

This doesn't make any sense.

Just get those f*ck
who did this to him.

Okay.

Laurie Blake, FBI.
I'm here to help.

Folks assume
the Seventh Kalvary did it.

But that's not what
you assume?

There are people
who believe that this world...

is fair and good.

It's all lollipops and rainbows.

We don't do lollipops
and rainbows.

'Cause we know those
are pretty colors,

that just hide
what the world really is...

black and white.

The only
way to stave off mankind's extinction

is with a weapon more powerful
than any atomic device.

That weapon...

is fear.

There's a vast and
insidious conspiracy at play.

I have a secret plan
to save humanity.

And it starts in Oklahoma.

She threatens to disrupt
the peace.

Are we safe, Angela?

What did you do?

Mankind is ready for change.

So many people
want the Russian throne.

You have no idea how difficult
it is to maintain such a thing.

How many the dangers.

How varied the directions
from which they emerge.

But I survive,

as I have survived
for half a century.

I will not share my throne
with anyone.