I could have sworn I nailed him.
Did you see the rack on that sucker?
You scared him, but I hit him.
I know. I know.
You got him.
What?
I nailed the buck?
Dude, I knew it!
What?
You see him?
I don't see anything.
I don't see shit. I just see the stump.
Past the stump.
It's your birthday. I'm gmng him to you.
You still see him?
Had him a second ago.
You can have him.
Being out here with my big brother,
it's a pretty cool birthday.
Did you get him?
Oh, shit.
It's Dick Cavanaugh.
You shot Dick Cavanaugh. Holy shit.
Just give me a second. Let me think.
Is he dead? Nate, what do we do?
Just give me a second and let me think, okay?
Hey, Dick, you get that four-pointer,
you old son of a bitch?
This looks so bad, man.
I know.
Man, it's another beautiful day here in guerneville.
77 degrees, from the back of the post office here.
Looks like shorts and t-shirt weather
is finally back in the redwoods.
A reminder from Pat Cavanaugh,
the annual Cavanaugh picnic is coming up on the 23rd.
You can get your raffle tickets at Cavanaugh's bait and tackle.
You don't want to miss out on a chance
to light the Cavanaugh Cannon.
That sucker's loud.
Hey, Jamie. Yip, yip, yip, yip.
- God damn. - She's cute.
She's goddamn cute.
97.4 KTRE, Guerneville,
Rio Nido, Monte Rio, where the river meets the trees.
Can't you shut the blinds?
Nope.
Okay...
Now, tell me again what happened
after you shot the buck.
I was running, and...
- We were both... - Skylar.
Let Nate tell it this time.
We were both running after the deer.
He saw something and motioned for me to stop.
And he got down on the ground, and so did I.
Took aim and...
I didn't see what he saw, so...
He asked me what I saw.
Then he pulled the trigger.
Skylar... you fired the shot
that killed Dick Cavanaugh?
Yeah.
Yeah, I did.
Okay.
- It was an accident. - I know.
You're acting like you don't believe us.
Doesn't matter what I believe.
He shot the mayor, he's dead.
But he's only 17. They can't charge him.
Look, we have to do everything by the book here.
Come on, kiddo.
This is bullshit!
Nate, this isn't a family matter.
This is police business. Just go home.
Go home. Go home!
You all right?
Yeah.
Hey, guys.
Hey, Jamie. Is your mother home?
Uh, yeah. She's on the computer.
My dad's not here.
Yeah, I know.
You okay?
It's Nate towne's truck.
Son of a bitch.
This... is for Uncle Dick.
Oh, shit!
- Nate. - What?
- That's my cousin. - Yeah. He hit my truck.
He'll see us.
Nate!
Hey, it's the morning breeze
with your favorite tree-hugging dj,
Mr. cool breeze.
That last one goes out to all you cavanaughs
in your hard time.
My thoughts and prayers are with you.
This one's for Eric Cavanaugh,
going out to his lady love, marina, with a reminder...
Marina, baby, pick up some milk on the way home.
Lloyd.
Jack.
Jack...
I am truly sorry about your brother.
Brass tacks, bloom.
Melanie believes there's motive.
Well, with all due respect, Jack,
Melanie is in mourning.
Whole town's in mourning for its mayor.
Yeah.
By the way...
I've noted that skylar and Nate's deposition
was taken by their father.
Melanie is eager to see
that skylar is treated as an adult.
He is 17 years old.
Everyone in this room knows there's history here.
My boys know nothing about that.
Dad? What's going on?
I brought you some fresh clothes.
Are they... are they charging me with something?
We've gotta let Jack and Melanie do their thing.
Okay? We've gotta let things cool down a little bit.
If you're innocent... And I know that you are...
Everything's gonna be fine.
Hey, bloom. Food's almost up.
You want a cup of coffee while you wait?
Sounds good.
You know, when there's only one game in town,
sometimes it's best just not to play.
It's taken me ten years married to duffie Cavanaugh
to figure that one out.
I'll check on your food.
Would you like anything else?
Nate. Nate?
Where's skylar?
He's at the station.
They're gonna take him to county at 4:00.
Why?
Because they want to try him as an adult.
Try him for what?
They're gonna try him for murder.
Can't you do something?
The last thing skylar needs is for me
to be gumming everything up
by pulling strings trying to get him out.
You think if the tables were turned,
and it was a Cavanaugh sitting in that cell...
- We're not cavanaughs!
How does that big thumb feel
pressing down on your head?
Eat your hamburger.
That too tight?
No. I'm okay.
You want to grab a beer?
I thought you were on duty.
Yeah. I just figured I'd watch.
Well, I'm gonna get home early,
so I can get out to Santa rosa for the arraignment.
Here, sign this.
- It's your report. - Yeah.
I was over at Randy's house last night.
I'm five minutes late, brought the wrong kind of beer.
He chewed me out for 20 minutes.
Hey, this guy's pretty close. He's on my ass.
- Shit, he rammed us! - Watch out! Watch out!
He's coming around the side.
Watch the road, man! Stay left!
Watch that tree! Hit the brakes!
Oh, shit, we're going over!
Oh, my God!
Don't move. Nobody move.
Oh. Hey, Lloyd.
- Tom, Guthrie. - Officer.
Why don't you boys drink your beer in the bar
like everybody else?
You know it's a ticket.
Well, it is a beautiful, sunshiny day.
It is lovely outside today, isn't it?
Plus, bloom usually just gives us a warning, so...
You've already been warned.
Oh, come on.
What?
Hey, Lloyd, we got a report
of an accident up by the rock quarry.
Can you go check it out?
All right, I'm on it.
Come on, Lloyd, don't give us a ticket.
We're family, man. The law's the law, tom.
Family doesn't change that. Have a nice day.
Give me the fucking keys!
You're digging yourself the deepest hole, kid.
You want to talk about deep holes?
Look down.
- Come on! - Okay, okay, here.
- Don't rock it. - Come on, get out.
- Watch it. - Come on, get out!
- Nate? - Shh.
Give me your hand. Give me your hand.
What the hell are you doing, man?
Trust me, you're already screwed.
- Just don't rock the van. - Hey, shut up!
- Hold on. - Wait!
Shit. No!
Run. Run. Come on!
Nate, what the fuck are you doing, man?
A bunch of bullshit is going down.
I had to do something. Give me your hands.
Now what the fuck are we gonna do?
We'll go to Uncle Mike's.
Easy. Easy.
The last thing I want to do is hurt you boys.
You know that.
Skylar, I want you to hand me that pistol...
By the barrel, real slow.
Take your mask off, Nate.
All right, what happened to those two deputies?
They're gone. They kept going.
Probably in Santa rosa by now, dumb fucks.
All right, I want you to put these on,
one on each of you.
Get out of the car.
What were you thinking?
Huh? You trying to convince everybody you're guilty?
They're already convinced.
Not me. I've been trying to give you boys
the benefit of the doubt.
But you're making it really difficult.
Innocent people don't bust out of a police van
before they've even been tried.
Nate!
Come on, we gotta jump.
Come on, sky, you can do it.
- Hello? - Bloom...
We got a big problem.
Hey, Lloyd,
where the hell are you?
The phones are going nuts down here.
Looks like he's home.
I don't know if this is such a good idea.
What if he calls dad?
Mike doesn't have a phone.
Aah!
Looking for a 20
on Lloyd or bloom.
Oh, shit.
Come on, help me.
Ow!
- Unh! - Ow! Ow.
It's open.
I didn't expect to see you tonight.
What's the occasion?
It's not my birthday again, is it?
Nope.
I'm looking for Nate and skylar.
You seen 'em?
I haven't seen 'em, but if I do,
I'll let 'em know that you're looking for 'em.
If they're here, Mike,
it's important that you tell me.
Dick Cavanaugh's dead.
Are they here?
How many you got out there?
Just Lloyd.
The man who knew too much. What a fuck.
Well, that's all water under the bridge now.
Maybe under your bridge, bloom.
Sarah is still dead.
Come on up out of there.
You guys all right?
Yeah, we're fine.
Lloyd Cavanaugh.
Well... this is certainly an honor.
Michael Spencer.
I see you're still digging foxholes
out in your front yard.
Waiting for world war III?
Lloyd, I asked you to stay in the car.
Yeah, I just wanted to make sure everything's okay.
- I got this. - Good.
Let's take these boys down to the station, then, huh?
You're not taking anybody anywhere.
Lloyd, just go wait in the car.
I've got this under control.
YOU DON'T HAVEANYTHING UNDER CONTROL.
Look, Mike... I get it.
You're still pissed, and you have every right to be.
Dad, what's he talking about?
Never mind, just, uh... Go get in the car.
We'll talk about it on the way back to town.
Boys, it's up to you.
Sometimes fighting can put you in jail...
Sometimes it can keep you out.
We're not going to jail.
Look, I'm taking the boys outside,
and I'll wait for you, okay?
Back off, Cavanaugh.
Lloyd, get outside!
Nate, skylar, run!
Mike!
Nate! Nate!
Skylar!
Where the hell do you think you're going?
Put your seat belt back on.
I don't want to sound outside the bounds of the law.
It's not as if I'm suggesting a... a posse or something.
Getting a conviction is not gonna be a problem.
I can hang a homicide on both boys
for the deputies alone.
I'm not talking about the courts anymore.
I think we both know why towne might want to hurt Dick.
I think justice needs to be served for Dick.
It's the situation with bloom...
- Bloom towne's not a problem.
Randy.
I'm so glad you're here.
Sit down. Good to see you.
Let me sit down there.
Now, bloom may be a fool, but he knows his place.
And, Jack, we're gonna need a little interference
down at the county courthouse.
It's not a problem.
Talked to Donald a few minutes ago.
Said he's gonna try to buy us a couple days.
This is a family issue now.
That's how we'll treat it.
It's not working.
What are you doing?
Gotta take a piss.
- Dude. - Sorry.
What the hell was Mike talking about?
What do you mean?
He was going on and on, like Lloyd did something.
Hell if I know.
You know what Mike was like.
We gotta go back.
We gotta talk to dad.
Fuck that.
We gotta turn ourselves in.
What are we doing? Where are we going?
What are... what are you gonna do with that?
Remember mom's friend jacylin?
The one in Canada?
She always said she'd do anything for mom.
Canada's, like, a thousand Miles from here.
Yeah, that's the point. The farther the better.
Skylar, they were gonna try you as an adult.
If I hadn't busted you out, you'd be fucked now.
Totally fucked. Just like Uncle Mike!
So what do we do?
We get to cloverdale, hop a freight train to humboldt.
A freight train?
Okay... we steal a car.
Or, no. What was that lady's name?
The one that dad did a couple times,
with the big tits?
Susan?
Yeah. Remember, she took us fishing on her boat?
400-mile range?
Boat, head up the coast to Vancouver.
Stop for gas a couple times, and boom, we're home free!
- Keys are in the flower pot. - Oh, yeah. Thank you, Susan.
You'll find your boat in Vancouver harbor.
- Hey, Jenny, anything yet? - Nothing yet.
Thanks.
You get that filled out yet?
I'll take care of it.
You don't need to stay, Randy.
Listen to me, bloom. Okay?
Okay.
I imagine you're wondering what you can do
to help your boys.
- Am I right? - Yeah.
But you've got a dilemma.
A conflict of interest. Correct?
You know, I don't know if I'd call it that.
You've got two cop killers out there
that just happen to be your sons.
The details are sketchy.
You've got a serious conflict here.
You understand?
You know, you could look at is as though
we both have a serious conflict here.
- Really? - Yeah.
You know, you've done all right by us, bloom.
I'm sure you'll do the right thing here.
Get me that report by the end of the day.
Whoa!
What do we do?
Now. Go!
Shit. Is that Lloyd?
Hey, Nate, did I get you?
Joel? Is that you?
Yeah. It's me and Tony.
You gotta be kidding me.
It's Joel Cavanaugh.
What?
What's your problem, dude?
You guys killed my Uncle.
My dad says it's open season on you two.
You know that your dad's an asshole, right?
Hey, what about yours? I don't see him out here
doing you any favors!
- Come here. - What?
Take this.
So you thought just you and Tony
could take us out alone?
You're high.
Who says we came alone?
They're bluffing.
You want to give up?
Yeah, right. Suck it!
Give me an arrow.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Bows and arrows?
Aah!
Get me back, you fucker! Oh, God!
Son of a bitch!
I'm gonna kill you now! Nice shot.
Dude! Dude, what are you doing?
Where are you going?
You stupid pussy!
I have the keys.
Hey, Nate?
Yeah.
I think I'm gonna die if you leave me here.
You fucking assholes!
You shot first.
Holy shit, Joel.
Where'd you get an m16?
My dad's.
And a grenade?
It's just tear gas.
Tony really stood by you. Friends till the end, huh?
Carry me.
Carry me back. Are you kidding?
How am I supposed to get back? I can't fucking walk!
You should have thought of that
before you came out here, dipshit!
Let's get these things off.
One, two, three!
Aw, fuck!
You literally couldn't hit
a fuckin' elephant at point blank.
Shut your face, Joel.
Retard.
You think I can't hit you from here?
Okay.
I will blow your head clean off!
Okay. Come on, dude, I was just fucking with you.
One more dead Cavanaugh doesn't mean shit to me!
Come on, man, I was just fucking kidding with you.
Nate, come on.
Let's get the cuffs off.
Tony, I'm over here. Come on.
Nate, get the cuffs off. Get 'em off.
Okay.
Here, let me do it this time.
- I got it. - Let me do it.
I got it! Ready?
Yeah.
Turn your head away. Ready?
Oh... aw, shit, it's empty.
Nate! You shot Joel.
He's bleeding really bad, man. That's fucked up.
Okay, take it easy, Tony.
Put the gun down.
Put the gun down, Tony. You know I'll shoot.
Okay, all right, we're gonna do it together.
Ready? On the count of three.
One, two...
Finger off the trigger.
Three.
Okay. Okay. Okay.
You guys are in so much trouble.
Yeah. Yeah.
- Unh! - Uhh!
Shit. Tony!
Tony, you all right? Unh. Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.
This is Ronnie.
You got your ears on, Eric?
I just pissed away the last of my beer.
You got anything to drink in the shit bucket of yours?
Well, I'm gonna run into town and grab something.
You want anything?
That's bullshit, dude.
Randy's gonna filet your balls.
He said don't move till he tells us otherwise.
What are we even doing out here, man?
I mean, you really think Nate and skylar meant
to kill Dick... on purpose?
Come on.
Two words... filet... balls.
What the fuck, man?
This is my Uncle's fuckin' truck,
you fuckin' shithead!
I return this thing with a scratch on it,
he's gonna kick the shit out of me.
All right, bitch.
Here ya go.
Damn it!
Damn, that dude's fast.
Shit.
That's Eric's truck. That's Ronnie.
What are they doing?
All right, a sixer of cold ones
if you can take the bottle off my head.
Twelver for me if you can't.
You're on, dipshit.
Yeah!
Nice!
- Two out of three. - No way, dude.
- Yeah, way. - Get out there.
Ken, get that can on his head.
- No way. - Rules are rules.
Two out of three.
You're a dick, man.
You aim low, I'm seriously gonna
kick the shit our of you... You know that, right?
Don't distract me, man.
How you gonna kick anybody's ass if you don't have a head?
Hey, wait a second, wait, wait, wait, Ronnie, turn around.
You're not getting out of this.
- Keys! Keys! Keys! - Nate and skylar.
Hey!
Dude, that's my truck.
They're gonna steal it.
They're not goin' anywhere.
Aw, shit! Come on.
Who the hell is that?
Shit, dude.
My bad!
Did you see Larry go down?
- You think he's okay? - Who cares?
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
20 on the towne boys is 5 to 1.
Nah, 20 on Randy.
You were jackin' off, God damn it!
You were jackin' off,
and those fuckin' towne shitheads got away!
You, you dumb fuck, come here.
Look what the fuck they did to Larry!
Look at him! Huh?
WHAT THE FUCK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?
What kind of shithead are you?
All of you.
They killed Dick. They killed two cops.
Now they fucked Larry up. And what are you doing?
You're out here playing, what, William tell?
You heard me at the house.
These boys do not need to come back with us.
I thought I was clear.
We're not out here to suck each other's cocks.
Fuck. Ronnie?
Don't worry, I got it.
Okay, that's better.
Now, you got two teenage boys out there
making you all look like a bunch of idiots.
If they reach the county line,
I'M GONNA LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT!
You understand?
Well, stop looking at me. Go get 'em, God damn it.
Hurry the fuck up! Move! Do some-fuckin'-thing!
Jesus.
Lloyd, fuckin' get Larry some help.
In the paper today,
I see that Donald Cavanaugh's gerrymandering case
came to a close yesterday,
which means we've got a new congressman.
Congrats, Donald. Fishing season is here,
so here's a reminder from our chief of police,
bloomfield towne...
Fishing off our Bridges is...
- Hey, Travis, you still up on sterrit hill?
- Yeah. - You seen Ronnie?
I lost track of him.
They're headed west along pocket canyon.
They're right behind the towne boys.
- No shit. - Yeah.
Randy says don't bother bringing 'em back alive.
You wanna get a beer later?
If you could eat anything,
what would you have right now?
Mmm...
Mom's spaghetti.
This is Travis. We're up at elephant Ridge.
The towne boys are down below us in the canyon,
but we can't get down there from here.
We gotta go around. Anyone closer?
Uh, yeah. I'm with Ronnie, we're on it.
How far do you think we've got? Unh!
Maybe 12 Miles.
Boat had a bed underneath, didn't it?
Yeah, and a little kitchen. Hold up.
Dude, we gotta get going.
They're probably right behind us.
It's all right.
It took us, like, 15 minutes to cross that canyon.
What about the next Ridge?
What are we gonna do now?
We keep going.
Ow! Fuck!
Oh, sorry, man.
Where the fuck is dad?
Dad's a pussy.
They could parade us around town on a couple of spikes,
he still wouldn't give a shit.
How come he's such a pussy... Since mom died?
What the fuck happened to him?
Come on, we gotta get out of here.
You know what Uncle Mike was talking about, don't you?
They're coming, dude.
I don't care. Tell me.
Fuck it.
It was Dick that hit mom's car.
- What? - He hit it with his car.
Drunk. He passed out at the wheel.
Dad and Lloyd found the wreck.
There was no way Dick was gonna do time,
so dad filed it as a hit and run.
Bullshit.
Why do you think dad made chief so easily?
Dad covered up mom's killing, so he could be chief?
Basically.
No. No fucking way.
Fuck.
Got it? Come on, we gotta move.
Why didn't you tell me?
Uncle Mike made me promise not to tell.
Uncle Mike told you, and you weren't gonna tell me?
He was gonna do something.
He was gonna get Dick back, and then...
What? And then what, Nate?
He was gonna do it anyway.
Do what? Just fucking tell me!
You knew it was him.
You knew it was Dick in the woods.
Oh, my God, you saw him.
You let me tell everyone I did it.
What the fuck, Nate?
I didn't plan it, skylar!
I saw him, and I pulled the trigger.
I didn't even really think about it.
You didn't think about it,
and you let me take the blame!
I told you not to.
That's why you busted me out, because you felt guilty?
I busted you out because neither of us deserves
to go to jail for Dick Cavanaugh!
I sure as hell don't!
Fuck this! I'm starving.
Oh, skylar, do you even know where you're going?
We have to stick to the plan, remember?
We have to head west to the coast.
You took me hunting on my birthday
to use me as an alibi for murder.
I swear to God, dude!
I thought it was a buck!
I got it in my sights, saw it was Dick,
and I pulled the trigger.
He killed mom, and he got away with it!
What don't you fucking understand?
Dude, nothing has changed.
We can still make it to the boat.
- Oh, yeah. - Here we go.
That's bloom.
Go talk to him.
Don't tell me what to do.
Yeah, you'll do it, won't you?
Exactly.
I'll stick this bottle up your ass, dude,
and you'll like it.
Hey, bloom, what's happening?
- You're happening, Guthrie. - Thanks.
What's with the roadblock?
Oh, we're not supposed to let you go by.
Yeah? Just me?
Yeah, um, pretty much. No offense.
Randy told us, you know, most likely you'd be coming by,
and we're definitely supposed to stop you.
You got room to turn around?
- Yeah, probably do. - Okay, good.
- That's tom's Camaro. - Uh-huh.
Yeah, that's his baby. Randy specifically said
that we're supposed to stop you from going past.
Hey, halt! Stop. Come on.
Stop! Whoa! Shit! God damn it.
Dude, what are you doing?
I mean, I would have shot your tires out
if I could've got my stupid gun
out of my pants.
Well, I guess I'll just go home.
You guys have all the roads blocked, huh?
Yeah. You know,
we're just kinda circling skylar and Nate
up on, uh, moscow road.
Got 'em...
- Okay.
Well, you stay warm, Guthrie.
And if you're gonna drive, don't drink too much, okay?
- Okay. Thanks. - Bye.
Thanks, bloom.
Shit ain't funny, bloom!
- Later, bloom. - Back it on up.
- What'd he say? - Nothin' much. He's cool.
- Nothin' much? - Yeah, he's cool.
Couldn't stop him...
My gun got stuck. You guys could've done something.
Just chill out, man. Everything's fine.
It's a nice day out. Maybe he's gonna...
- Shut up.
What are you doing, bloom?
Huh?
I think he... Think he's gotta pee.
Dude, he's definitely got... He's peeing.
He's messing with us is what he's doing.
Hey. Bloom?
Bloom?
Officer bloom? You guys check over there.
- Yeah. - I don't see him.
He's gotta be here. Where else would he be?
I don't know, but Randy said if some shit like this happens,
we gotta shoot him.
He's a fuckin' cop. We're gonna shoot him?
I'm pretty sure Randy knows that.
Hey, skylar, you can't just pull me around, man.
Bullshit.
You pulled me into this, and I didn't know shit!
Now I'm gonna go get some fucking food
and get these fucking cuffs off!
COME ON!
What took you so long? I'm starving.
Take it easy. Take it easy!
No!
We're not here to hurt you.
Just be cool, and everything will be all right, okay?
They're in the old cerini house up on greenwalt road.
We're outside. What should we do?
Just don't let 'em go. I'm on my way.
And stop saying where you are.
Radio silence from now on. That goes for everybody.
Fuck!
What's your name?
Roroberta.
Roberta, why don't you have any food?
Where's your food?
I'mi'm waiting for my fiance.
He's getting pizza.
He'll be here any minute, I swear.
Do you have a hacksaw or an axe or anything?
No. I don't know.
Doesn't your boyfriend have a toolbox?
Anything? Nothing? You have nothing?
We don't live here. It's just a vacation rental.
There's nothing.
Fuck this shit. Let's get out of here.
Hey, we got the place surrounded... they're inside.
No! No!
- Where are the car keys, lady? - Nate, easy.
Where are the keys? Where are the car keys?
- What do we need keys for? - We need a car, man.
- Where are they? - On the sofa.
Lady, would you please, just...
Oh, my... seriously?
Go!
Go! Go, go, go, go!
Come on, skylar, come on!
Come on, sky.
Nate, grenade. The grenade.
Oh, shit.
Go to the right. Go to the right.
Come on.
You can give 'em a head start,
but you know what's gonna happen.
Randy ain't gonna quit.
We'll find 'em.
I'm gonna turn around now, Lloyd.
I don't believe you're gonna shoot me in the back,
but if you feel you need to, go ahead.
What the fuck you doing, Lloyd?
It's bloom.
You have a shot?
You had a shot, and you let towne go?
All right, Eric, you're drmng.
What's the next road down from here?
- Fullam. - All right.
Get the boys together.
I want fullam road covered.
You're a moron.
What's going on?
Let's take five.
Chopper will spot 'em before we ever do anyway.
What is it, Saturday?
- Yep. - Yep.
There goes the fuckin' weekend, huh?
I wish somebody'd put these fuckers out of their misery.
You know? That's the only way this is gonna end.
Let's just get it over with already.
I'd rather be out here than at the gas station any day.
Get ahold of those two little maggots
and rip their little heads off.
Give me one of those bagels.
I'm gonna string 'em up like mussolini,
by their balls.
Shave their bodies, strap 'em to the hood of my car
like a couple of trophies,
drive around town till their bodies rot off.
That's fucked up. Can I get a juice box?
Shit, skip, you got any more bagels?
No, man, that's it.
Holy shit!
Get my gun! Get 'em!
Services begin at 11:00
and continue all day.
The spaghetti feed in Dick's honor...
Will be hosted by Dick's brother Randy
at the town hall at 6:00.
Okay, you're listening to the morning breeze...
You're a fucking asshole, man. I hope you know that.
If we ever get these cuffs off,
I'm gonna kick your fucking ass!
See, that's why I didn't tell you.
You don't get it. Get it-what?
You know what they did, and you're still mad at me.
You're the asshole!
You're unbelievable, man.
You hate dad so much, but you're just like him.
You let the cavanaughs ruin your life.
That's bullshit, skylar, and you know it.
You're bullshit, and now you're just as bad as them.
Easy. Get up.
Turn around real slowly.
Come on, towne.
You're sloppy, towne.
You're a sloppy cop and a sloppy outlaw.
That chopper spotted you on the first pass.
I'm no outlaw. I'm just here for my boys.
I'm gonna count to three...
And I want you to drop your gun.
Randy, you know I can't walk away from this.
You've done it before. You're good at it.
Yeah.
One...
You punk. Three.
Aah!
Randy.
Fuck.
If you're having a hard time
hearing the breeze this morning,
you are not alone.
We got a low-flying chopper buzzing the neighborhood.
We're gonna have to cross the river again.
No, fuck that. They'll see us.
We gotta get to the barn.
No, fuck that, man. We gotta keep going.
We can cross right there.
- We're not crossing the river. - Skylar, come on.
There's someone over there.
We're not going over there.
Skylar, come on.
What the fuck is going on? Who's over there?
Let's go, skylar.
Nate?
What is that?
Hey. Yeah, it's me.
We're just across the river.
We'll be there in a minute, okay?
I can't believe this is happening.
You had a fucking phone?
Jamie's coming with us.
- What? - She loves me.
She wants to come.
No. Bullshit!
We're not going over there. This is bullshit!
- Skylar. - Nate!
Listen to me!
We're not going anywhere if you don't cross that bridge.
I'll just sit down.
You fucker.
She's got a car.
Shit!
Damn it! Get down!
Hold your fire. Hold your fire.
She screwed us, Nate. She fuckin' screwed us.
Okay, sky, we're going over. Come on, man.
- No! No! - We're going over.
What the fuck are you doing?
- Put your arms up. - What the fuck are you doing?
Fuck no!
We are not gmng up!
I know you think I fucked you over, man,
but you gotta trust me.
They're not gonna let us off this bridge alive.
All right, wait here.
- Hey! I said hold your fire. - Come on.
Come on, sky. You can do it.
We have to.
Skylar, Nate, no!
We've got to, sky. We don't have a choice, skylar.
Right here?
The truck's here. Let's go, come on.
You see that?
Been down there a long time.
No way they made that.
Check the other side? They're gone.
Look, there. Right there.
Come on, guys, let's go. Come on.
Hey, this is tom.
I'm at the bottom of caz highway.
Has anybody seen Randy?
He was supposed to meet me here.
Aah! Oh, God!
Oh, that hurts.
Oh, my God, it hurts.
Oh, please.
Skylar? Oh, my God.
- Come here. Come here. - Aah!
Shit.
I thought you were coming alone.
I did. I swear.
I don't know what happened.
- Swear to God. - Nate...
- Swear you didn't bring them. - I swear.
Sky, you okay? Can you move?
Can you move?
What the fuck are you doing here?
Oh, shit. Sky?
Jamie, I need your shirt. Do you mind?
Cut the shirt in two. We gotta stop this bleeding.
Nate...
Well, take the handcuffs off.
You're no good with one hand tied.
Here.
- Tie it around his leg. - Yeah.
- Up above the... - Okay. Okay.
That's good. That's good.
Hold your fire.
Jamie's in there.
There are a lot of men out there.
We got this far.
We need to start thinking about an exit strategy.
You came all this way to tell us to quit?
You've wasted your time.
- Nate. - What, skylar?
I have a bullet in my leg. I can't even walk.
Maybe he's right, Nate.
Bloom...
It's Lloyd.
Can you tell me what you're doing in there?
I'm having a little talk with my boys, Lloyd.
Now, we're gonna come walking out of here in just a minute.
Why don't you send Jamie out first?
Say whatever you want, dad.
We're not walking out of here.
Why don't we just let her go?
She came on her own. I didn't force her to come.
Jamie, you wanna go?
Bloom, we don't have a lot of time.
Now, if you and boys are holding Jamie hostage...
- Hey, wait, Lloyd...
Lloyd, there's no hostage here.
Jamie came in here on her own, all right?
You just... you have to give me a minute or two.
All right, you got two minutes.
You heard him, two minutes. What's it gonna be?
Nate.
Fine. Why don't you just turn yourself in?
You didn't do anything. Nothing's gonna happen to you.
Oh, what does it matter now? I shot Dick.
Skylar didn't do shit.
What? You hated him.
You wished he'd drink himself to death. Remember?
Well...
I didn't hate him.
They're gonna shoot us.
Yeah. Yeah, they're gonna try.
They're gonna try to fucking kill us.
- Nate! - What?
It's true, dad, and you know it.
You got one minute.
Jamie.
Jamie?
No. No.
Oh, fuck.
Jamie, sweetie, listen to me.
We're gonna walk out of here, okay?
Have Lloyd come in.
If he comes in here, I'll go out with him.
- Hey, Lloyd. - Yeah?
How would you feel about coming in here
and escorting us out?
Why?
You come in here, and we'll go out with you.
The boys have already killed two cops.
What's stopping them from killing one more?
Me.
All right, I'm coming in.
Hey, Lloyd, why don't you take off your gun,
so we don't have another accident?
Good.
Shut the fucking door, Lloyd.
Holy shit.
Holy... oh, God.
Jamie, are you okay?
They didn't kidnap me. I came on my own.
Yeah. I know. I followed you.
Hey. Nate!
- You cocksucker! - Nate!
- He killed Uncle Mike! - Nate, it's over.
Just let it go. Let's get out of here.
Is this why you brought me in here?
To kill me?
Nate, let's stick with the plan.
WE MADE A DEAL. YOU MADE A DEAL!
I know you're mad, Nate.
I know why you're mad.
But you brought this thing to a fever pitch.
You made it this way.
Now you have a chance to get out of here alive.
One chance.
So how about it?
Do you want to live?
You take Jamie out first.
Then dad and skylar and me.
Wait, no, Nate, Nate, you should go out with skylar.
I'll go out with Jamie last. Make sure you two...
- No. No. Lloyd takes Jamie out.
- Nate... - Dad, I'm not fucking around!
Jamie goes with Lloyd. Then, once they're out,
you help skylar.
What about you?
I'm last.
We're coming out, me and Jamie.
Go, go. Take her in your car. Get her home.
I got some bad news.
Randy's dead. Bloom shot him.
What the fuck, man? She was our ticket out of here.
I didn't want her to get hurt.
These assholes are gonna kill us.
Right here, one way or another.
They're not taking us back to town.
Nate, you better give me my gun.
We don't have a choice.
You don't have a choice!
We didn't sell our souls to the cavanaughs!
We don't have to do what they say.
What choice do we have?
Nate, they're gonna come in here one way or the other.
How do we know they're not gonna shoot us
if we go out?
Because Lloyd gave me his word.
Llloyd is a Cavanaugh, dad!
And you know as well as I do
that this is gonna end right here!
You either go out there
and lick their boots...
Fuck it.
You don't have the balls.
Dad?
Did Dick kill mom?
Bloom, it's time.