Roughneck, The (2025)

[bunniefuu]

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 m*rder 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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.

sh*t.

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 f*cking

touch me.

-Whoa. Calm down.

Hey.

Calm down.

You drop that now.

-You stay the f*ck 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 f*cking 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!

-f*cking sh*t.

Ugh, son of a b*tch!

Oh, sh*t!

-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, sh*t.

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 g*ng 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 k*lling 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 f*ck 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 r*ped 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 k*ll 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 ill*gal?

-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 k*lling 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 m*rder 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 r*ped 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 sh*t. 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 b*tch.

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 f*cking 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, f*ck 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 f*cking

lookout man, okay?

What do you want me to say?

All right.

I put up with a lot of sh*t

for that.

sh*t for what?

-For not having

the f*cking ba*ls 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 f*cking mouth.

-All right. All right.

Jason Coombs!

-Yeah. Jason Coombs

and Floyd Hull.

I know that sh*t already.

I want names of people who are

still alive, you as*h*le.

- 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, sh*t.

-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

k*ller's dog under your care?

k*ller?

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

k*lled 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 r*ped 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, f*ck, 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 sh**t me, TJ?

-Give me the g*dd*mn 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.

-sh*t.

-You think he's dead?

-Not yet.

-Who's HG?

-HG?

Harmon Goodrich.

-Yeah?

-Did you get his dog?

What is taking

so g*dd*mn 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?

k*lling 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, g*dd*mn 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, sh*t. 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!

sh*t.

-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 k*lling 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 f*ck!

No!

Chris!

Oh, my God!

-Chris!

Stay here.

-Chris!

Ah!

Aaahh!

Oh, sh*t.

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.