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[wind blowing]
What if we could create...
the ideal society...
the perfect nation...
in our backyard?
♪ garage rock
Without the resources to fund our nation,
that question lingered for ten long years
until 1998.
When the Republic of Kallipoly was born.
[high pitch voice] What happened in 1998, Mr. Wilson?
Well, it began with a tragedy, as most great things do
with the death of our inlaws.
It began with uh...
a tragedy, as most great things do,
with the death of a dear relative, who left us a ranch.
I set to work on a constitution.
And within a year, we had our nation.
[intercom beep]
Grant, it's Raymond.
You alone?
Yeah.
[gate buzzing open]
[harmonica playing]
[bell ringing]
Grant.
Morning, Raymond.
Welcome to Kallipoly.
Can I fix you a coffee? No, this won't take long.
Good. I got a real busy day. Course you do.
You see we started redoing the backyard, putting in a new pool and everything.
I did see that. You run it by the fascists?
- Yeah, I went by the county office. - Oh, they have no authority.
They pulled up the survey. It seems that your fence is ten feet into my property.
Those surveys are out of date. They don't include treaties made
by me and the previous owner. - These treaties written down anywhere?
They were gentlemen's agreements between me and Mr. McGregor.
So there's no proof?
How's my word?
Listen man, I really hate to dothis, but but we're squeezing in this rock waterfall
and that pump system needs more space than a golf course.
- We could really use this land. - You delcaring war?
I'm coming to you as a neighbor, trying to work this out peacefully, so we
don't need to get the court involved. - Whose court?
The Republic of Kallipoly is a sovereign nation.
You're an American, same as me man, no matter what flag you put out front.
Listen.
Don't be coming to my property,my nation, and telling me what I am and what I ain't.
Easy, Grant. I'm just saying, legally, you're a citizen. I wanna fix this
in a neighborly way. - Neighborly way, is that it?
All right, I'll tell you what, neighbor. You want my land, you want my property?
You're gonna have to take it.
- This isn't one of your war games, Grant. - I'll take you to court if I have to.
All right. Raymond,
you just stepped into a cow pieyou ain't never getting out your rug.
What's that even mean, man?
Get ready for war. Cuz you're gonna get it.
You'll hear from my lawyer.
You'll hear from my .45.
Savannah! Savannah!
- I'm busy. - In my office now.
- Yes, Daddy? - Did you take my pen?
- Which one? - My signature pen.
Do not touch my personal property unless I give you explicit permission.
- You're supposed to play with toys. - That is a replica model. Do you know
how many hours it took me to build that? - That's not some toy you find at a store.
You got it on Amazon? No, I...
Where's my pen? This one?
Damn it, Savannah, this is my signature pen. I wrote our constitution
with this pen. This is part of our history.
It's a rollerball. With elvish on the side.
That's Latin. Do you know what it says?
'Aut vincere, aut mori.'
Conquer or die, our national motto.
Well, mine is 'live out loud.'
This isn't a joke. Are you sure?
Do you have any respect for the Republic of Kallipoly?
Why would I? All it does is kill my social life.
Well, maybe if your deadbeat friends can't respect our nation
they shouldn't be your friends. - Well, that kinda rules out everyone.
Except a few gun nuts, and total weirdos.
What about that Henderson boy? Bobby Henderson?
He got expelled for bringing a knife to school.
I'm sure he had a reason. Yeah, he was angry and
desperate for attention.
Sounds familiar.
Okay. One more word
and you can say goodbye to summer classes.
You don't need a community college hack to be a photographer.
He isn't Two words, that's it. Goodbye school.
I wasn't disrespecting you. No, you contradicted me.
- That's disrespect, plain and simple. - So no one can disagree with you,
about anything? Watch it.
Or what? You'll burn my books? You will respect me and your country.
All right, instead of taking photographs of ash trays and fruit bowls
you'll spend the summer with me and your brother.
I'm not doing your stupid exercises.
No, you'll film them. We need a new recruitment video.
You can't make me do this.
Watch me.
Mom.
Dear Lord, thank you for all the blessings you have given us.
And please, let them be enough.
[knocks on door]
♪ garage rock
Next thing I know, Tammy Gonzalez herself is down at my ranch.
Telling me where my cattle can go, what kind of feed to give 'em,
how I can use my land.
See now, that ain't none of her business.
That's exactly her business. Regulate the hell out of us so
some suit can come and buy us out.
Yeah, but I mean, she's supposed to be working for us, right?
We voted her in didn't we? Oh, no, not me, no.
Last time I voted was for Reagan. Jeez.
She did you wrong. But they all do. Ya know,
it's not just one man, one woman It's the whole damn system.
This country used to be a place where, you know...
you could build a life.
Buy a property, have a family. Honest day for honest pay.
Now they got us so tied up in layoffs and loans and regulations,
lucky you could even see straight, much less build a life.
You like being free, don't you, Jim?
I do. How long you been herding cattle?
36 years. You think some city slicker with
new boots knows more about raising cattle than you?
No. Course not.
Ya know...
A man's got a choice. He can either take the hand he's dealt
and hope the dealer doesn't have an ace up his sleeve.
Or, he can leave. Start his own game.
That's not a real choice. What you're doing
What I'm doing is making myself a goddamn life.
You ever wanna see what real freedom looks like, Jim? You come on by.
Hey. Put his drinks on me.
No, you don't need to do that.
Call it diplomacy, ya know. Keeping things friendly at the border.
Now Grant, I already told you twice.
That's legal tender. That's recognized by 13 nations around
the world and two online markets. Yeah, well we take cash.
That is cash. American.
Tell you what. I'm going to give you a good exchange rate.
Five Nortons to the dollar. Usually it's three to one.
I'll tell you what.
Now you come back with some real money, or I'm going to call the Sheriff.
How's that sound?
You ready to start an international incident over two whiskeys?
Wait a minute. I'm thinking about it.
Hey wait a minute, wait a minute. I'll cover it. I'll pay for his whiskey.
No need. Keeping it...
keeping it friendly, right?
Right.
Come on by any time you want, Jim.
♪ warm organ
It's still too low.
Why don't we just go inside? You know, I wrote this as a desk piece.
No, we want the natural light. It opens it up. Your office looks too serious.
It is serious. It's the state of the union.
Okay I'm ready. Just do whatever you're gonna do.
Action? Action.
Dear friends, countrymen, and enemies. I'm Admiral Grant T. Wilson
the Supreme Leader of Kallipoly.- What are you doing with your hands?
I'm illustrating my point. I'm trying to connect with the audience.
That's not how it reads.
How about, like, that?
The fat cat fascists in Washington are betraying their own people.
They refuse to recognize the nation of Kallipoly.
Their, their, their line? 'Tyranny.'
Tyranny. Didn't you write this?
Yes, I wrote it, but I wrote it as a desk piece.
It's like four sentences. I know, I know, I wrote it.
If you value your heritage, your freedom, you will make a stand.
Kyle you're moving. I need a break.
No, you don't. My arms are tired.
Shut up and hold it straight. We're almost done.
Don't breathe.
Line? Fat cat.
Fat cat no, I said that.
Join us today in the nation of Kallipoly
for a...
ah, fuck...brighter?
Fuck it, let's just go inside.
♪ humming organ
It's only ten feet. I know, I told him.
And did you hear them today? Shouting and firing off rifles
at who knows what? It's wild country.
Quit talking like Clint Eastwood. You're from New York.
They're a different breed out here.
People that didn't like the rules of city life, so they went where
they wouldn't be bothered. They're bothering me.
It's okay, V. That nut next door, he's nothing to worry about.
What about the son?
What about him?
Babe, come on. The dishes can wait. Kyle isn't back.
Well, if you roll and you know attack say, uh...
Venezuela,
I'll roll for him.
Or she can attack Europe and you roll for yourself.
She can make up her own mind.
Any news from the border? All clear.
Thank goodness.
I'll end my turn. Smart.
Time to take over the world. How? We got you surrounded.
For now. Why don't you stop being stubborn
and accept what's coming and run away like you always do.
Grant. I'm just fooling around with her.
Well, I'd be fine if you two stopped picking on me.
Hey, there's no rules against alliances.
Mom, do you want to start an alliance?
I don't know, honey. Come on, we have Europe surrounded.
If you hit Iceland and head south, then I can come through Ukraine
and we'll take down the Eastern Bloc. Hey, no table talk.
Is there a rule against it?
We don't have that psycho psychic connection like you and Kyle.
We have to use words.
I don't see anything about talking.
Conspire all you like, it won't do you a lick of good.
We will.
Well?
You gonna quit stalling and play the damn game?
Mom? Are you with me?
Yup.
This is mutiny. How? We're enemies.
It's rebellion. Ukraine...
defend yourself. Savannah,
this is your last chance. You can't come back from this.
You attacked me. I'm defending myself.
Bullshit. Language.
- Two down, three to go. - Whoa, I got that myself...
Maybe it's time for a break. Dessert anyone?
- After we take Europe. - You guys are just a horde of Commies.
We defeated you once, we'll get you again.
- What does that make you, the Nazis? - You know, Australia's
not that well defended. - Ukraine, defend yourself.
You're gonna have to do better than that.
- Jesus fucking Christ. G- rant, do not take
the Lord's name in vain. - I'm sorry, it just came out.
Only one left.
Ah, careful.
Properly, roll em, no spin, on the table.
Hey, I'm not doing anything.
I must be lucky.
Are you serious? It was one country?
If you don't respect the rules, we won't play.
Who wants pie?
[engine starts]
♪ lonesome guitar
Think that's deep enough?
You know, it's getting awfully hot out here, Molly.
Why don't you go inside and catch a breeze?
I found a nice breeze.
Hey, why don't you grab me a cold one, you know, boost company morale.
Drinking on the job. What wouldthe Better Business Bureau say about that?
Those sons of bitches don't know anything.
She knows all about the bureau,son. Just, ya know, keep working on the ditch there.
Is that why you hired me? To get drunk and talk shit?
It wasn't the testimonials.
Right now, you got two options.
Is that any way to talk to your boss?
You can shut your yap and let us finish. Or you can give us half day's pay
and we'll go home.
[bell ringing]
If you're waiting for an encore, I'm afraid you're out of luck.
Oh, I'm just enjoying the quiet.
Certainly was a spirited Bible study today.
- I'm sorry if I spoke too freely. - Nothing to apologize for.
Sometimes I wish we had more searchers, less believers.
You know, you haven't missed a sermon in five months.
They've been a real comfort. Set up for Sunday school,
lead the potluck. - I want to serve, any way I can.
And I thank you for it, I do. You've given so much love to this community.
But?
But...
I wonder if, well, more of that love might be needed at home.
- Pastor. - It's just, we haven't seen Grant or Kyle
since Christmas, and word gets around.
It's hard to get them in, except for the holidays.
Then I'll come to them.
I'd be happy to drop by, any time you'd like, provide any guidance I can.
Thank you, Pastor, I...
Bless you.
♪ dusty folk I bet they're listening right now,
through that phone of yours.
Reading all your emails, tracking every video you ever watched.
They're not for the people, by the people. They're against them.
Yeah, they scare you to the polls, right? And they,
they fucking, uh...
put you in debt, and then they line you up for the shakedown and then the slaughter.
Yeah, and that's just you, in this country. You American people. The rest of us
in the world? We got it worse. Vietnam, Iraq, Cuba.
God, you boys, you just can't stop meddling. You talk democracy, free markets
meanwhile, you make sure no one else has a say.
The founding fathers, man, right.
That shit rolls downhill.
They were bullied, they were run right out of town, right.
Bullied completely. They had a chance to break the cycle.
But no, they turned bully too.
What's the count, Rick?
The way you're going, I'd guess you were four, maybe five deep?
That ain't the bourbon, talking.That's righteous indignation right there.
Yeah, well, three puts you over the legal limit.
Look like I'm driving? That's your truck out front, isn't it?
Yeah, with my boy in it, waiting to drive me home. Anything else, Sheriff?
Ain't you got anything better todo than harass foreign dignitaries?
I'll let you know when I see one.
Hey, why don't you quit all this them and us talk.
Where were you born?
Hell, where are you right now?
Tell you the truth, I don't know.
It's supposed to be the land of the free, but it sure don't seem that way.
Keep it up, Grant.
I'm waiting for a reason.
That's it, man. Scare the innocent, protect the powerful.
Don't you get tired of this bullshit?
Pretending to be someone special,
when you're really just a sad, sad nobody.
Ain't you got another black boy to shoot?
You're driving.
[singing] Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
[humming]
It's me. Don't...
sneak up on me like that.
Sorry, babe. I can't turn off the training.
- Hey, I thought we were havingribs. - We are. Braised short ribs
in a red wine reduction. - Short ribs?
The goofy things the Koreans eat?
- This is from a Bobby Flay cookbook. - You like him.
- I like anything you're cooking, babe. - Go on, take a seat
and stop eating the salad.
Ah, there it is.
- How'd it go at the Patterson's? - We put down some pipe and she paid.
Did you ask about their deck?
We got enough online sales, I don't need to be begging for loose work.
I know, but most of the handyman jobs get done over the summer.
Candice, we'll be fine.
Where's Kyle now? Studying for the SATs, I hope.
He's in the combat simulator. He can't play video games
until he studies. That's no game.
That's the closest he'll come to real combat until he enlists or
a Muslim opens fire at an Albertson's.
Grant, the SATs are important. Especially when he only has a home school diploma.
Only? Hell, he's learned more here than whatever the hell they're teaching down the road.
And real stuff that he can use,not just empty facts he'll forget in a year.
Colleges have to compare him with other students.
That's the whole point of a standardized test.
No, the whole point is to shovel more money into the ivory tower.
Maybe, but college is still a wonderful opportunity.
I'm not going to college.
- Y'all need to stop sneaking around. - Can't help it, it's in our blood.
- Dinner will be ready in 20 minutes. - I'm hungry now.
- Patience is a virtue. - And confidence is king.
The boy knows what he wants and he takes it.
Kyle, you should at least apply, in case you change your mind.
You know, if the whole world changes he can go to the community quack house.
That's not the same as leaving and having a real college experience.
Oh, what? Smoking a doobie on a beanbag? Growing a beard and
protesting the meal plan? It's more than that, it's
making new friends, trying new things, finding yourself.
- Well, that sounds dangerous. - College is for pussies.
Hey, you know your Mom doesn't like that word.
- Sorry, sir. - Think of all the fun you could have.
The things you'd learn, the people you'd meet.
- I learn everything I need here. - See?
- On my computer. - Don't you want to go somewhere new?
If I go anywhere, I'm joining the Marines.
Please just think about it, okay? For me.
Don't worry about it, babe. The boy'll be fine.
[wind blowing]
Savannah.
Savannah!
Jesus Christ. What the hell are you doing pointing a loaded weapon at me?
It's a squirt gun.
What if I'd mistaken you for a burglar and shot you?
I had to show you I'm ready.
Send me out there, Admiral. I'm the best scout you got.
All right, let's see how ready you are.
Give me that rucksack.
Night vision goggles.
Rope.
Tactical knife. Serrated edge?
Yes, sir.
Compass.
Zip ties.
What's this?
A real gun? Why would you need a real gun?
A coyote comes at me in the brush.
Raymond spots me, grabs a rifle.
Sheriff drives by, mistakes me for a burglar and opens fire.
This is a stealth operation. You fire this thing off, your cover's blown to hell.
What if it gets rough?
Bring a taser. Sir.
I'm not going out there naked. I need a gun.
Absolutely not. An airsoft gun?
They're silent.
Fine, a small one.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What is this? Tranquilizers.
All right.
Secure that gun. Stow it away. Okay?
Engage only if fired upon.
Observe and report. Got it?
Yes, sir.
See what kind of progress they're making on this pump system
and what we'd need to take out.
Hypothetically.
While I'm in there No.
This is a recon mission.
Sir, all due respect.
That's not a good start.
What's the point of this mission?
We know the make and the model, so I have the specs.
How? Everything's online.
No, how do you know the make and the model?
Found the installation order in their trash.
You go through the neighbors' trash often?
Only when it's important.
Good work, soldier. We need your vigilance.
Now more than ever.
Dismissed.
Jesus Christ.
♪ country rock
Another point for San Francisco: the nightlife.
You said you wanted to settle down some place nice and quiet
with plenty of land. Well, we got it.
I think there was a reason this was on the market.
Come on, it's nice here. Just takes some getting used to.
Are you used to someone poking through your trash and
wandering around your backyard? - Vanessa,
we lived in San Francisco. Okay, that was different.
- Call the cops. - I'm not calling the cops.
- Do you want me to do it? - He's a kid.
Okay. Tomorrow morning, I'll head down to the court and get things going.
Once Grant receives an official summons, he'll come to his senses.
♪ guitar solo
[gun shot]
[more shots]
Oh that sounds wonderful.
No, we tried, we really did.
The summers are really busy here.
I can't do that, I can't leave them alone. After the third night of burnt barbecue,
the kids will starve, and you know how Grant gets.
I didn't mean it like that.
He's been better. Really. Good.
[door opens]
I have to go, Carol. Kyle just walked in.
Sounds good, love you too.
What were you doing out there?
- Target practice. - No, before that.
Near Raymond's fence.
- That's classified. - Kyle, I'm your mother.
Sorry. Admiral's orders.
- I'm also the Vice President. - Yes ma'am.
Constitutionally speaking, I have a right to all military intelligence.
In a national emergency Emergency? What emergency?
That's classified too. Kyle.
I was measuring land for a guard tower. Next to Raymond's fence?
Wait.
Why don't you take twenty dollars and go into town tonight?
- Have some fun, maybe see a movie? - Hang out with Trevor.
- I haven't seen him around in a while. - Trevor's busy.
Oh. And I don't need to pay for the movies.
I know, but you might meet some new people.
Maybe a nice girl.
I can't...
tonight. I gotta go.
[military gibberish]
You need more spin.
I know how to do it.
Maybe skip the color guard routine.
All right, let's just start with the dialogue first. Get behind me, Kyle.
No, get off to the side.
Behind me. And hold that rifle up
like you mean business.
This is coming off a little AlQaeda.
Well, they got results, didn't they?
I guess. Can we start?
You'll be receiving specialized training
from one of the finest military minds in the world.
I studied combat history at Cal State Bakersfield.
I served three years in the Merchant Marines
And I've devoted my civilian life to research and field testing.
Every version, every bit of specialized training we offer,
from knife throwing
[knife lands]
to scuba diving
will be instructed by me, Admiral Grant Wilson.
We need you.
You don't have to do your own freeze frame.
Goddamn it. Do not interupt a take.
What? Should I do some pushups?
♪ gentle guitar
I can't even.
[grunts] What?
Are those the dailies? What the hell are you doing?
- Use the door. - That's not in the constitution.
- It's common decency. - Are those the dailies?
- Don't talk like that. - Isn't that what they're called?
On a real production. This is a long shot of you idiots jerking off in the backyard.
I'd rather be jerking off than behind the camera.
- That's gross. - You started it.
And you couldn't do half those exercises.
Oh yeah, raising one leg and your rifle at the same time looks really tough.
- You wouldn't last a day in the field. - Neither would you.
This needs to look cooler. Can you add some explosions?
Okay, that's stupid and a waste of time. I'd like to sleep tonight.
It's important. For the good of the nation.
Would you shut up about your stupid nation?
- It's your nation, too. - I'm an American. Not a Kallipaloony.
- Kallipaleno. - This is all just some fantasy world
that Dad makes us all live in.
If you hate it so much, why don't you just leave?
I will.
Love you, too.
[counting pushups]
- This is part of your training. - Are you saying numbers?
Kyle tells me you're having trouble with the recruitment video.
- Sure am. - What?
Kyle.
Look at me when I'm speaking to you.
Okay.
This video is very important, to all of us, okay?
It's the story of the Republic. Why we started, where we're going,
how we've triumphed. What the future will bring.
And you want me to say all thatwith you two doing pushups in the dirt?
- And some voiceover. - That's impossible.
No, nothing's impossible. That's the magic of movie making.
That's not how it works.
They have green screens, and teams of designers,
and footage of interesting people doing interesting things.
Right there. Those trees, behind us.
- That's green, can you use that? - Okay, please don't touch the screen.
You're smudging it. And no, I can't.
Why not?
Look, we're not asking very much of you, Savannah. We just want some
tasteful explosions, maybe a symbol of the American threat,
like a...demon eagle.
Zombie Uncle Sam. That's good. Oh, that's good.
Can you do that? Sure, that's one of the presets.
We need a symbol, too.
No, no no no. I'm the symbol. That's right.
- Can you give me a flaming sword? - Me too?
No, that would confuse people.
Okay, look. I should have the sword.
You're asking for an entire new movie on top of the basic stuff we have.
Yeah, so? It's going to take forever.
Well, then you're wasting time.
Grant. I'm reading.
- It's important. - So is this. Did you know
that the US government was behind the John Wilkes Booth thing?
Grant, I'm serious.
Go on.
I'm worried about Savannah.
So am I. Is that all?
You're being too hard on her.
Babe.
I'm worried she'll leave again. This time for good.
Well, then we'll just have to lock the doors.
What, and forbid her from leaving the house?
Yup, til she learns some manners.
Take a year, less if you let me use force.
She's our daughter, not a prisoner.
She lives under my roof, she eats my food, she wears my clothes, you know.
I made that girl. If I don't own her, I got an 18year lease.
We made her. And she's no one's property.
Well, not according to the law. I mean, she is for two more years.
Grant, I'm serious.
I can tell.
But are you almost done? Cuz I found this amazing theory
about JFK and the teachers union.
- Grant. - I'm serious.
Come on, it tracks. Their damn patsy was arrested
in the book suppository.
Do you know how long I spent embroidering those pillows?
And?
Hours and hours on each one. And every day, I set them up just right
and you waltz in and throw them off the bed.
Babe.
Just take it easy on Savannah, okay? I don't want to lose her.
I'd never let that happen.
You're my queen.
Good.
Well?
- You're my Admiral. - There it is.
♪ jazzy rock
That's what I said...
♪ music fades out
- That's like three days of sugar. - Not for me.
Oh, look at this fuck boy.
- Hi, Trevor. - Hey, fuck boy.
Elsie. Daddy's got you running errands now?
- About to blow up a dam or some bullshit? - No.
What are you here to do?
You're a real fucking soldier now, huh?
Better than being pussywhipped.
Come on, loser's not worth it.
Listen to Elsie. You do everything else she says.
Man, you shut the fuck up.
You're some weirdo loser who's never touched a girl and probably never will.
Hey.
Unless your freak sister breaks you off some.
- The fuck? - Back off, you fucking psycho!
Come on Kyle, let's go.
No, it's not that bad. No no no baby, it's not that bad.
That was so stupid.
And kind of sweet.
Also a little impressive. I mean, one punch?
That's why they call me Rambo. Don't.
Always draw the first blood. Oh my God.
Do you remember those ammo belts that you made
with the toilet paper rolls? Dad never let me have the real thing.
You were six.
Did he tell you about the court summons?
What court summons?
♪ rising organ
Sweetheart, you have to eat something.
I'm not hungry. At least have a salad.
You think that hunger strike's hurting anybody but you?
That hippie crap never worked.
I'm not doing a hunger strike.
Why's she on strike? You know, I ran into Betsy
Your sister wants to run away. What?
I never said that. Well then what?
What is it? The water pressure? Aunt Flo still in town?
Grant.
Hey come on, we're just having fun.
Where you going? My room.
Sit down.
Let's talk about this after dinner.
No, we'll talk about it now.
She needs to learn loyalty and respect.
I give respect to people who deserve it. Not...
- The Admiral? - Can you just call him Dad?
We live in the fucking desert. Military rank doesn't depend on station.
- It depends on time served and... -b Excellence proven.
You gave that to yourself.
As President. There's a clear separation of powers, and your doubt
There's no doubt. I know you're full of shit.
You're gonna shut your goddamn mouth until you can speak to me with respect.
- Grant. - Quit standing up for her. Quit letting her go like that.
- Where do you think she learned this? - Mom has nothing to do with this.
She spoiled you rotten, so now you're just so, so...
Intelligent? No.
Decent?
Sorry I'm not a psycho in training like Kyle.
- What's that supposed to mean?- I think we've all said a few things
we regret, so - Quit trying to make peace.
- We're past that. - What's that supposed to mean?
- It means you're a traitor. - How?
Stealing state secrets. Reading mail that isn't yours.
- What mail? - Kyle!
- Sorry, I had to. - Don't apologize, son.
You did the right thing. You?
I don't even know what to say to you. Hell, I'd throw you in the brig
if I had one. - We can build one.
- You're both insane. - And you're a liar.
This is a house of honesty and you're a regular Rosenberg.
Are you kidding?
We're liars.
All of us.
Kyle thinks this is real.
Mom pretends like we're okay.
And you're just a grown man who never left his tree fort.
- Savannah, please. - No, this is good.
We should get it all out.
Yeah, let the snowflake say what's on her mind. What is it?
You emotionally scarred because we never got you a pink convertible?
Did you tell Mom about the court summons? Grant, what is she talking about?
Nothing. Just another letter from Raymond.
No, not from Raymond. The court sent it. A legal summons.
- When were you going to tell me? - There's nothing to tell.
Raymond's bluffing, and I'm gonna call him on it. Simple as that.
Our real worry is here. This spy, going through things that ain't hers.
This is serious. They could put you in jail for contempt.
- On whose authority? - If you went over and apologized
Apologize? For what? For what? For standing up for my Godgiven right
to stand up and defend my nation?
I'm the one whose rights are being infringed upon.
I'm being stripped of my land without due process.
Isn't that the point of court? Due proccess?
That kangaroo court in town is nothing but hostility and outright bullshit.
Sounds familiar. Where the hell are you going?
My room.
Unless the inquisition is still happening.
We could all use a break.
All right.
This isn't a truce, just a cease fire.
Whatever.
We're on total lockdown tonight.
Alarms. Sensors.
Everything.
♪ dark feedback
[knocks on door]
I'm fine. Are you sure?
No.
You know, your father didn't mean it.
He doesn't mean anything he says
and he's always talking.
And Kyle only gets to talk because he repeats whatever Dad says.
They both have strong beliefs.
Do you think he believes any of it?
Freedom from government,
fighting the liberal conspiracy.
Whoever it is he hates this week.
Sweetie, he's your father. I know.
That's exactly why I need to do something. I mean, I can't turn out like Kyle.
He's like a perfect clone, onlyworse because Kyle actually believes it.
I mean, Kyle's...
gonna die or get arrested and Dad doesn't even care.
He just wants to play President.
It's been an emotional night for everyone. Okay? If you just get a good night's sleep,
you're gonna wake up and feel much better. - Mom.
This is serious.
I need to leave.
- For my own safety. - Don't talk like that.
Okay? I would never let anything happen to you.
I know.
And trust me, your time will come.
But if you leave now,
it'll hurt too much, and you can't take that hurt back.
Mom, don't you get it? Don't you know why I have to leave?
You will always be daughter, no matter what happens.
I love you like nothing else, but your father...
isn't as forgiving.
You know, he hasn't spoken to Uncle Bill in 14 years?
Was he always such an asshole? Language.
Sorry. He's...
strong willed. Always has been.
You know, the night we first met, I told him I was voting for Clinton
and he wouldn't let me leave thebar until I promised to vote Bush.
- Did you? - No.
But it doesn't matter.
If you let him win, he'll forget all about it.
Mom, you're just enabling him.
I'm keeping this family together.
♪ western rock
Was it the uniform?
- It didn't hurt. - Or the power?
I mean, it must be fun to play Vice President.
He wasn't President when we met. He was a John Deere salesman
with a few crazy ideas.
And one of them came true? Not overnight.
He lost his job and got more serious.
Put up the flag, started going to conventions. But things really picked up
the last few years. He, um...
found some, well, militant groups online
and they buy more courses and beer coozies than we can come up with.
Isn't that the American dream?
I suppose.
Do you think he'll go for it? Put all that behind us?
I'll talk to him tonight. He's proud, but I think he'll see the wisdom.
♪ blues rock
How you enjoying the local brew? It's good.
Different. That's right.
Can't find beer like this in Frisco.
Yeah. Lot of flavor here. Maybe a little bitter for my taste though.
You still talking about beer?
What's got you boys so tickled?
Oh, just gabbing. That's all. Yeah, nothing worth repeating.
Oh, must've been a doozy. Nah, no, you got that wrong.
I don't know, Raymond here is ia pretty funny guy. Right, aren't you?
He's a real wisecracker.
Take it easy, Grant. No, no, it's a compliment.
Ya know, it's a nice thing to say.
You here to talk, man? Well, I was here to drink, but you seem
to have taken over this flea shack, too.
- I'm not taking over anything.- Sit down. I'll buy you a brew, a drink.
- I'm fine where I am. - That's all right, it's all right.
He says it's all right, so it's all right.
It's okay, everything's good.
Cuz he says it.
Why don't you say what's on your mind or let us drink in peace?
Why don't we do that?
That's such a nice way to tell me to fuck off.
- Hey, hey now. No, no, I heardhim. Did you hear him? - I heard him. The same as you.
You did hear him, right?
I heard him the same as you. I know exactly what he meant.
What else you got? Well you know what?
I'll be happy to talk property lines here and now. I got no interest in court.
You're the one who got the law involved. You didn't exactly give me a choice,
- did you? - What choice did you give me? Huh?
Listen, you go ahead.
Ya know, build your life.
Just go ahead, don't worry about me.
I'll be fine. I'll just take whatever scraps are left.
We're talking ten feet, that's all.
Yeah, is that all? Just alittle minor invasion, a littleincursion, a little slice of my nation, my homeland.
Why don't you see if Jim wants aslice, too. Think your judge would go for that?
- I got nothing to do with this. - I know. You're too
goddamn dumb, Jim, to trust.
- All right, no, Grant. It's time to go. - Pour me another.
- It's time to go. - Pour me one.
Listen, I'll come by tonight and we'll talk this out. Okay?
One step on my property,
and I'll declare it an act of war.
You missed dinner.
I stopped by next door, had a nice chat with Vanessa.
Don't trust a word she says.
You know, we can shoot this tomorrow, and just take some time to think it over
and maybe sleep it off. No, goddamn it. We're gonna go right now
while I'm feeling it. Feeling what exactly?
This is completely insane, like a thousand steps too far.
You dare to challenge me. You dare to insult me. You dare to dare.
Kyle, this is gonna be a crime.
Which one? Depends how far it goes,
but at least a few misdemeanors.
Then we have to make it extra convincing.
Make sure he doesn't snitch.
Do we still have that dynamite? Okay, that's it.
I'm not going to jail for you clowns. Get fucking back behind that camera
and you fucking press play.
Follow me. Keep that camera right on me.
Give me that knife.
[war cry]
Raymond.
We're not afriad of you and we never will be.
Give up your little game while you still have what's important:
your life.
[war cries]
And if you call the cops
that'll be the last call you ever make.
Next time, I won't miss.
Is that real?
Kyle!
Grant.
What's this?
We have a guest. Is that Raymond already?
Good morning, Grant. Oh, Jesus Christ.
Do we have to do this now? Do not
It's all right, Candice. He's atroubled ma and trouble leads to blasphemy.
Is that why you're here? To cure me of my cursing?
I'm here to talk, that's all.
About what? Whatever you like.
Oh, right.
Can I get some coffee first?
We haven't seen you at services in some time.
Well, we got the same book here.
Don't you miss the community, though?
The gathering of the spirit?
Not that spirit.
Okay, okay.
I saw your video from last night.
What? How?
Candice showed it to me. What the hell?
I couldn't let you send that to Raymond.
She did the right thing. The threats you made...
If Raymond were to have given that to the police, you'd be in jail already.
If Raymond saw that video, he never would have called the police.
You were...
convincing.
But either road leads to more trouble.
Instead of making war,
why don't you try the Lord's way and love thy neighbor?
Ya know, if your pal Jesus saw our world,
he'd cut that 'turn the other cheek' crap real quick.
Grant.
Hey, he thought Sodom was something. Try San Francisco.
I'll pray for you.
Don't waste your breath.
♪ eerie rock
♪ music fades out
What the hell?
Do not enter my office without knocking.
That's not in the constitution.
Is there a reason you're here? What is this map? An invasion?
You are a spy, aren't you? Firstyou steal my tape and give it to your mother.
Now you're snooping through my office Well, it's not hard when
you're passed out drunk. Goddamn it, I will not be spoken to
like that by my own daughter. Well, then stop all the bullshit
and do the right thing. Are you seriously gonna risk everything
for ten feet of land?
What is the right thing?
Hmm? Grovel at the feet of that, that, that...
smug bastard? You don't have to talk to Raymond.
Just go to the court, tell them it was a mistake,
and then move the fence back. It was no mistake.
Me and McGregor had an agreement.
Well, if you had proof...
Since when does a man need proof beyond his own word?
Since always.
Sir. I'm ready to take the fight to Raymond.
What? You're a spy, too?
Just doing my duty. What are my orders?
Do you guys hear yourselves?
You're like one step away from mailing out anthrax.
You're packed, ready to go? Yes, sir.
All right.
Under cover of darkness
we're gonna show Raymond what we mean.
- What do we mean? - To take out that pump.
For good.
This is highly sensitive material.
Yes, sir. I know.
Grant. We need to talk.
Dismissed.
Savannah told me your plan.
You have to stop this war and settle things in court.
What war?
If you don't go, they'll decide against us and take that land back.
And more for the trouble. We could lose everything.
They can't do that. They can and will.
We're cash poor, and after the third mortgage, the bank owns
more of the house than we do. Cash poor?
What about the savings account? That's for college,
for Savannah and Kyle. They don't need half that money, if that.
How many drinks have you had?
Not enough.
Speaking as Vice President.
What?
This is a national emergency and you are unfit to lead.
Oh, you're gonna impeach me? You don't have the votes.
I want you to act up to your title. To behave like a president, not a tyrant.
You don't think I'm presidential?
That's okay. Neither do I. I'm more of a...philosopher king.
Whatever you call yourself, you are failing your country.
Better to die free, than live a slave.
Where are your chains? Where is your burden?
You wanna know where my burden is? You wanna see what's holding me back?
Go look in the goddamn mirror.
You don't mean that.
I could've dealt with Raymond if it weren't for you.
And Savannah?
You've been poisoning that little girl's head from the start.
This isn't about her, or Raymond, or me, is it?
This is about you. Like it always is.
Yeah? Just keep talking, and I'll tell you what it's about.
I'll show you what it's about. Grant, don't.
Keep talking.
Candice.
Babe.
It's you. I knew you weren't really one of us, but
I didn't think you'd betray the Republic.
Excuse me?
Attempted desertion,
espionage, exposing state secrets.
You mean, because I showed Mom your insane video?
This goes way deeper than one leak. It's a pattern of sabotage and disrespect.
I'm not playing your stupid game. It's not a game.
Are you sure? Now can you just leave me alone
because I need to find out what happens when Dad fucks everything up.
Kyle. Go see if it's dark enough.
Yes, sir.
You think I'm gonna fuck everything up?
It's a safe bet.
Fuck you.
♪ dark organ
Honey, are you okay?
No.
[gasp] Oh my God. What happened?
I told him the truth.
Your father?
That son of a bitch.
Where's Kyle? I don't know,
he just left all geared up for something. No, no, I can't...
I can't leave him alone. Mom.
We have to wait. Mom, what are you talking about?
We're getting you out of here tonight.
You're coming with me. I can't.
Mom, why? What can you do here?
Kyle needs me. Mom, please.
I can't leave him alone with your father.
- How was the mission? - What mission?
- That was a goddamn snipe hunt. - Watch your tone.
You sent me out there with a dud.
Why? To run me tired and shut me up?
- Explosive didn't work? - You know it didn't.
Well, you must have knocked a casing, slipped a wire loose.
I hit the detonator, and nothing happened.
So I went back to check, see if I'd set it right.
Sure enough, I was detonating a bag full of newspapers.
- There must be some mistake. - Cover of darkness.
Right, Pop?
Good work, soldier. Mission accomplished.
This is the good stuff.
Pure as it gets.
And straight up. Just like God intended.
Mmm. Goes down smooth as you like.
I'm not gonna toast myself.
Once you get past the burn, you and bourbon will be fast friends.
This was a test?
And you passed. With flying colors.
- Keep this up and you'll earn a promotion. - To what?
- How's staff sergeant sound? - Pointless.
- We don't have a staff. - Not yet.
- And corporal comes after private. - Well, that's in peacetime.
We're a nation at war.
Wow, easy soldier. You got patrol duty tonight.
- I'm done. - I can see that.
No, with you and your bullshit. Hey, watch what you say next.
- Why? Nothing matters to you, right? - This bomb's a fucking fake, just like you.
- Stand down, soldier. - I'm not your soldier,
and you're not my Admiral.
You can't leave.
You can't stop me.
I can out run you.
Out fight you.
- Out shoot you. - You didn't say outsmart.
- It won't come to that. - Kyle. Thank God you're all right.
Why wouldn't he be? Did you send him out there
to blow up Raymond's pump? Don't worry, he didn't do it.
- Cuz you gave me a fucking toy! - Honey!
Do not speak to your commanding officer with that tone of voice,
with that disrespect. - You don't deserve my respect.
Oh, listen to that mouth. Your Marines would have you eating boot
soon as you got off the bus. - What do you know about the Marines?
I served. In the Merchant Marines because you
didn't have the gut for war. [bitter laugh]
Did you do that to her?
- She did it to herself. - You fucking coward.
Savannah, we should go.
No, no. You should stay.
Yeah, I want everybody to hear this treason.
So you wanna join the Marines, prove what a big man you are?
I'm not proving anything. I want to fight. Actually shoot people,
not play in the backyard. Oh, yeah?
You wanna fight? Then why don't we just square off right now?
- Grant. - No, no this is good.
- You want a piece of your old man? - Hit him, Kyle.
- Pop me, son. - Stop it, both of you.
No, this is between me and the boy. I'm a man, goddamn it. I'm not your boy.
- You're my boy for the next sixmonths. - Says who, the Americans?
- Their laws mean nothing to you, right? - What does that mean?
You're still playing by their rules, living in their world.
Call yourself whatever you'd like, but you're not special.
You're another stupid American.
I...
am the Admiral of Kallipoly!
You're a dipshit playing dressup.
Whoa.
I didn't mean that. You know, you surprised me.
Okay.
A shot for a shot. We're square.
- Kyle, that's your father. - I know.
- Mom, go pack the car now. - I need, he needs me.
We're leaving tonight.
- Don't hurt him any more. - I won't if he stays down.
-Kyle, you're coming with us. - Where are you going?
- Aunt Carol's. - The hell you are!
- Mom, pack the car now. Please. - Go on.
What are you doing?
Completing the mission. Is that...
Kyle that's real dynamite.
You can't do this. It's pointless, it's all bullshit.
So you said.
You're going to risk everything for a plan that never made sense.
What are you going to accomplish out there?
Something. I'm going to actually do something.
- I have to defend our nation. - I thought you were done with him.
I am. But this asshole's too weak to lift a finger
and we have barbarians at the gate. - Well, what about the Marines?
They won't take you if you're arrested for domestic terrorism.
- That's crazy. Do I look like a terrorist? - Yes!
Kyle.
Please don't do this.
I have to. This is who I am.
I know Dad's a fucking moron, but not everything he said was wrong.
All we need is a few tweaks to the constitution and
a new leader with a vision. - And that's you?
Why not? You could be my VP, help me rebrand everything, starting with
the name. Kallipoly. I mean, what does that even mean?
It's from Plato, kind of. And look.
It's really sweet
that you want me to nurse your delusions.
But I'm out of here.
For good.
So you're gonna leave
and you're never gonna come back?
That's the plan.
Then your vote doesn't count.
Kyle!
Say something, you can stop him!
Mom!
♪ dark drone
It's quiet.
Mmhmm.
You think she talked him down?
We'll see.
I'm just tired of talking about him,
worrying, trying to predict what crazy thing he'll do next.
Yeah, me too.
Is that why you riled him up? Let him play the big man at the bar?
I was trying to settle it. You gave him a stage.
Who knows what he'll play at next.
[distant] Kyle!
- Did you hear something? - Don't change the subject.
- No, V. I'm serious. - Kyle!
Kyle?
No, nothing's happened yet, but it's about to.
He has a stick of dynamite. That's right.
No, my husband did. I know.
Please, just send anyone you can. Sheriff, ambulances, maybe a fire engine.
You sent our son out there with a bomb? What the hell is wrong with you?
- That boy has got a mind of his own. - Grant. It's over.
[phone ringing]
Baby. No, no... Whoa. It's me. Okay?
Let me fix it. I can fix it. Let me fix him.
Okay? All right?
No, no, no...please.
I love you. You're everything to me.
-Grant, I have to do right by - our kids. The kids are gonna be fine.
[explosion]
No. Oh my God.
♪ dark piano
♪ music fades out
♪ twangy rock
[door opens]
Goddamn it.
All right listen, I don't want any trouble.
It's all right, man. Neither do I.
Come to peacock?
No, I just saw your boy at the hospital.
He's out of bed already. Doc's orders be damned, huh?
Right.
- You been to visit? - No, not just yet.
- Well, go on and order something. - I'm not staying long.
Oh come on, Ray. Don't make me drink alone.
How'd you know I'd be here?
I guessed.
To the death of freedom and victory over cowardice.
Here's to peace.
You know, Grant, I hope things work out for you, man. I really do.
I'll bet.
And, not to speak out of turn, but you should see your boy.
Whatever's between you, it can be fixed.
Is that right? Yeah, I'll bet you got an answer for everything.
- I should be leaving. - Hey, hey...
Don't quit now. We're just getting somewhere. You got
bottles of beer here. Plenty of it. - You know...
Ever since you moved into the neighborhood, you know,
you were all smiles. - You were really neighborly.
Behind that smile was a goddamn rat.
- You know, I don't know where you get these ideas. - No, you just...
You took everything from me, you barely left me a bottle.
I hope you're happy with your goddamn spread.
Grant, It wasn't personal. It was my land.
You wanted what was mine, and you took it.
My birthright. Everything.
Now, if that ain't personal, I don't know what is.
Look man, I'm trying
I was promised the world and now I got nothing.
- All right, Grant. Can we just. - No, no, it's fine. I'm leaving.
Hey, Ray?
Yeah?
How'd my wife look?
Happier. Take care, Grant.
Fuck you.
To freedom!
Every man's got a choice:
he can play their game
or strike out on his own.
Play his own game, with his own rules...
♪ music fades out