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...you're saying Jews
use the blood of Christian babies
for-for what was it?
Well, for their services,
their rituals, their dinners,
so they can take over the world.
For their dinners?
Oh, okay, I see.
So do they serve it in cups, this Christian blood?
Is it a drink,
or is it more of a-a condiment,
like a-a gravy
that we can pour over food?
Because I've never been to one of these rituals,
so I don't know.
Are you making fun of me,
- you son of a bitch? - No, sir,
not at all.
You don't need my help for that.
I just want to know how I can take over the world. Me.
See? You're trying to bait me,
but I'm just trying to answer your question,
you dumb kike!
All right, that's it,
that's enough.
Lot of antisemitism cooking here today.
Thanks, caller,
for that load of puritanical garbage.
You know what my problem is
with every fanatic fundamentalist,
from the Catholics,
to the Orthodox,
to the KKK?
The one thing you all have in common is,
and you're too ignorant to see it,
is that you're too inept
to get by in the world,
so your-your only recourse
is to try and curtail the enjoyment of others.
Well, there it is.
It's a great country,
but we're all still trapped in our minds.
♪ K-O-A...
Hey, gimme, uh, gimme that bottle.
I happen to believe
that most people are decent people.
- I really believe that, - You hear this shit?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
This fucking Jew, man.
Yeah.
Ah, fuck. Fuck him.
He needs a couple barrels in his mouth.
Why are we out here in the dark?
What does Bob want?
What is he fucking hunting out in the dark?
I don't know.
- Is he hunting bats? - ...you think the Jews...
- Maybe he wants you to join? - ...are that organized?
Wow, I wish we were that organized.
- Here we go. - Until tomorrow here at KOA...
This is it up here.
Fucking safety that gun.
Thanks for listening.
This is Alan Berg, and be safe.
He's saying, "Get the fuck out!
Get the fuck outta here!"
I'm going, "All right, all right, all right!"
I'm walking, it's dripping
while I'm fucking walking out of this bar.
I'm splashing in my own piss.
She didn't think it was very funny,
but I thought it was pretty damn funny.
Where the fuck are we going?
I don't get it, man, if Bob wanted to talk,
why didn't we just do it at the fucking bar?
Well, that's the problem right there, Walt.
You talk too much.
Well, that shut him up.
Hey.
It's me.
How are you all?
I got here,
and, uh...
I'm settling in,
but, um...
you know, it feels kinda empty.
So, um,
no rush, but...
when are you guys coming out?
I thought maybe, uh,
a week, two weeks...
...but you should see the...
the landscape is...
well, like they said,
it's really something.
Thinking them girls,
they could go on, uh, hikes.
Or not.
Well, just call.
Yeah, let me know the plans.
All right, I love you.
81, clear.
88-14, clear.
Where's the bomb, Gary?
Why didn't it go off?
I don't know.
...10-13, Haley Street
second and third...
Sorry, Bob.
What do you wanna do?
- Safe going. - You too, agent...
Keep listening.
Get on the fucking floor.
Call your manager right now, or you're dead!
- Don't look at me! - Get on the floor!
- What's his name? - Ralph.
- Say it louder! - Ralph!
Ralph, get out here! Where is he?
On the floor. Back up!
What's going on?
Open the safe.
Put your hands up. Look at me.
Don't you fucking look at him, or I'll shoot you!
Don't fucking flinch. Ralph, open the safe,
or she's dead, do you understand?
- Are you deaf, motherfucker? - Ralph, I'll kill her!
Hey!
Tell Ralph you want to live.
- Ralph, I want to live. - Tell him louder.
Ralph, I want to live!
Open it! Now, now, now, now!
- Okay, put the money in the bag! - Okay.
Put the money in the bag. Open the register right now.
Who the fuck did that?
Don't fucking move.
Turn it to the fucking number.
Piece of shit, let's go, let's go!
It's your fucking bank, asshole! Do it!
- I'm trying! - Come on, open it!
I will shoot you right now.
Get the hundreds first, the big bills first!
You piece of shit, open the fucking door.
Now!
Move, move, move.
Report of a fire alarm
and no contacts inside.
4-7-1-1 en route. We'll be right there.
Thanks, 4-7-1-1.
Help him out.
Get in the safe!
Give me the bag, give me the bag! Let's go!
Get on the fucking floor!
Ma'am, money in the bag.
Faster!
Move! Come on!
Drop it.
Now.
Get the fuck over there.
Faster! Come on!
- Move! - Let's go!
- Let's go! Let's go! - Give me the bag.
Get on the floor!
- Let's go! - That's it!
That's time, let's go!
Keep your heads down! Keep your heads down!
Fuck.
Go, go, go! Shoot the tires!
Don't you fucking move!
Come on!
Come on, let's go! Get in!
Fuck!
We fucking did it! Holy fuck! Holy fuck!
Yeah!
Zillah?
- Hi. - Hey.
Oh, my God, are you okay?
Yeah, no, just a dye pack exploded.
Hey, I can't stay long, I gotta get home.
What is that?
Take a look.
Look in the other one, too.
Oh, my God.
How much is this?
He wants you to stay.
Yeah?
Want me to stay?
Yeah.
That's what he sounds like.
Morning.
Agent Husk.
Thank you.
Brought you boys some donuts.
Sheriff here?
Sheriff Loftlin...
Terry Husk.
I was surprised to get your call.
Bureau hasn't had a man in that office
for some time...
So I hear.
...let alone one with your record.
KKK, Cosa Nostra?
Afraid you might find this place boring.
Yeah,
that's the hope.
The only real crime around here
is catching trout without a license.
You know, you should come over for dinner sometime.
We cook up a mean barbecue.
We'd love to have you.
When my family come in, that'd be great.
That'd be great.
- Thank you for that. - Fantastic.
See ya.
I had a question about some flyers
I keep seeing stuck up around town.
White power, all that.
Is that the Aryan Nation?
Richard Butler behaving himself?
How far is his compound from here?
It's a long way up.
It's up by Hayden Lake.
It's not too far from here.
Oh yeah? How far?
15, 20 minutes' drive.
Just there.
Well, thank you, Jamie.
Appreciate your help.
Get back to work.
Yes, sir.
Look, I'll admit,
Butler's church is a nuisance,
but they mostly keep to themselves.
No use poking the bear, right?
You catch bigger fish in the river.
Have a good day.
Hey, you mind if I bum one of those?
Left mine in the car.
You fucking shits.
Have a good day.
Excuse me, sir.
You left this.
My dad was in the Corps.
I'm Jamie, by the way.
I mean, Deputy Bowen.
- So, um... - What?
So you were asking about Hayden Lake, right?
You know those pamphlets you saw?
That's not all they're printing.
Hey, my man.
Ah!
How you doin' today, huh?
How was school?
Can you say hello to this guy?
Can you say, "Nice to meet you"?
- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.
This is, uh, Agent Husk.
- Hi. Terry. - Kimmy.
- That's my wife. - Kimmy, hi.
They're using their press to print counterfeit bills.
Where'd you get this?
From a friend.
His name's Walter West.
This guy I grew up with. That's him.
He's a member of the Aryan Nation?
Yeah, we went to high school together,
and a few weeks back,
I ran into him at a bar,
and he was pretty loaded up,
you know, running his mouth,
and he showed me that,
and he said, "That's just the beginning."
The beginning of what?
So, this was in June.
A bomb went off at a synagogue in Boise,
and then in Spokane in October,
these porn stores got robbed,
and then you heard about the bank that got hit
just up the road?
Walter says the Nation's involved?
He says they've gotten into explosives,
and that they're raising a war chest for something.
Where's Walter now?
He's been missing for two weeks.
You checking in on the family?
I called his wife, Bonnie Sue.
She hasn't seen him either,
but she doesn't want to file a report.
You think the Bureau would take a look at this?
In my experience, hate groups don't rob banks.
What if it's different this time?
Whoo!
Well, some of the guys got excited.
Little celebration.
Put it out.
It's not a pageant.
All right, Bob, I'll put it out.
Hey, hey,
no more of that cross burning.
We don't want the attention, okay?
Yeah.
There's almost at least 50 grand in here.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Give every man five as their salary.
What do you want to do with the rest?
A tithe for the cause.
Are you Sam?
That's me.
I appreciate you making the trip.
I'm Bob Mathews.
David told me you had an operation here.
I didn't expect all this.
It's a start.
What else did Lane tell you?
That you're building a militia,
needed someone to train 'em.
Mm-hmm.
He said you're the best.
That's right.
Got access to weapons?
I can get whatever you need,
but why?
You guys gonna actually do something?
We already are.
How's $1,000 a month sound?
It's hard for an honest man to make this in our country.
Yeah.
That's because it's not our country anymore.
You're fucking right about that.
You know, in every revolution,
someone has to fire the first shot.
Want to help us do it?
Yes, I do.
Plenty more where that came from.
Welcome.
Where you been?
Where's Clinton?
Uh, I just got him to bed.
He was asking for you.
Oh, yeah?
Mm.
What's all that?
It's a surprise for you.
Bob...
Open it up.
Bob...
What is this?
Wh-what--
It's for you, for our future.
Where... where did you get it?
Hi, Daddy.
Hey!
Oh, I'm sorry, buddy,
did I wake you up?
Hey.
Hey, come here. Hi.
Let's get you back to bed.
I told the guys they could come by for some food.
"The Turner Diaries."
See the picture?
Yeah.
That's Earl Turner...
Okay.
...and he's hiking up through the mountains there.
He's trying to get out of the cities.
Where's he going?
He's looking for somewhere like this,
like where we live.
"My name is Evan,
and if you're reading these pages,
then it means that I am gone.
My adventure has been harrowing,
but I hope my story will inspire you
to see that change only comes
when people are ready to fight for it.
Chapter One. The Beginning.
The woods in the valley were wet from the thaw..."
Give him a round, Don.
How does it feel having to call me for help?
Don't you look so happy about it.
Oh, I'm delighted.
I did hear about your scare in New York.
How you feeling?
Old. Trying to slow down.
All right, so you're gonna slow down. Then what?
I'm gonna find a nice place,
have Molly and the girls move out here,
start... putting the pieces back together.
Terry... You forget who you're fucking talking to?
What?
You're gonna put the pieces back together?
That's what you're going to do?
Oh, I've missed you, Terry.
Why'd you call me about this case?
What you got?
I got nothing, Terry. What do you want me to tell you?
Indulge me.
Three armored men, the driver,
all white guys, nondescript.
No security cameras inside?
No.
They dumped the car at a dentist's office nearby.
No prints, nothing in it,
bought a car off the classifieds for $500.
So they're patient, they've been waiting.
Yeah, they planned it.
Took nearly 45 grand.
Anybody you like for it?
No, you?
Well, there's a kid in the Sheriff's office
thinks it might be the Aryan Nation.
Does that track with you?
Not particularly, no.
Eh...
No.
So, this is you slowing down, huh?
What about explosives?
We found a bomb at a porn shop
a couple days after the bank,
but it never went off.
The triggering device was mis-wired.
Why are you asking me about explosives, Terry?
It's good to see you.
Fuck you.
How well do you know this Bonnie Sue?
She's a nice girl.
Went to high school together.
If she doesn't want to talk,
remind her you're a friend.
Uncle Randy?
Yes.
Do you remember me? Jamie Bowen.
Oh, yes.
Is Bonnie Sue inside?
Hey, can we talk?
Is he dead?
Why would you say that?
Deputy Bowen said
you called to file a report of Walter missing,
but you never came in.
Why'd you change your mind?
Huh?
He's a drunk.
And?
He runs off.
It's not the first time that happened.
When was the last time you saw him?
I guess three weeks now.
He went off with some guys and he didn't show--
What guys?
Who was he with?
Names. Who are you hiding?
Who are you protecting?
What the fuck?
I'm sorry, Bonnie.
Bonnie, wait.
Wait! Wait a minute.
Hey, wait a minute.
What the fuck?
I don't know that guy, okay? I'm sorry.
Thought it was funny that you joined the police.
Why?
Because you were different.
You were nice.
Aw... shit.
He was with Gary and Bruce.
Bruce? Bruce Pierce?
Yeah, I told him he shouldn't go.
I didn't think he'd be safe.
Do you think he fucking listened to me?
Why didn't you think he'd be safe?
Walt had a big mouth.
What was he talking about?
How Bruce and that crew
were trying to recruit for their group.
Crew?
You mean the Aryan Nation?
This was different.
It had a name.
You know where they were headed?
He said they were going hunting.
Walter took his gun.
Where?
Bruce's place?
I'm sorry.
You know not everybody around here
is born under a white bedsheet, right?
I know you were trying to pull
some bullshit good cop, bad cop tactic,
but you didn't have to be such a prick about it.
It worked.
Here.
Careful.
Oh, shit...
That Walt?
That him?
Yeah.
I guess we take it from here.
Whatever you need.
You want to show me Hayden Lake?
Reverend Butler will see you.
I'll show you where we're going.
We appreciate you coming by, Agent Husk.
Not everyone in your profession
is open to participate in civil discussion.
You see, the Church of Jesus Christ Christian
is a place where all white men like yourselves
come and take ahold of their history,
a piece of their future.
We believe Christian whites deserve a white homeland,
but we don't advocate any of our members
breaking any laws to achieve it.
But some do.
Well, you must understand that,
being in a cult
like the federal government.
Any idea...
where they are?
No, I do not.
Gary and Bruce are avaricious young men
who lost all self-control,
and are no longer a part of this congregation.
Mr. Bentley saw to it personally.
And why was that?
Heard they were using our press
to print counterfeit currency,
so we asked them to leave.
Why are you looking for them?
You knew him, huh?
Walter.
So, we've heard strays from your church
are splintering off,
forming their own groups,
and they're getting powerful.
And you're worried Gary and Bruce are responsible.
Well, if I were you, I'd be worried too,
because they get a taste for power.
Get control of your strays.
Hmm?
Or this won't be your flock anymore.
I don't know where they are,
but if I hear, I will call.
I appreciate your time.
What's that book?
It's a book of fiction
for the children.
You should read it sometime, son.
Thank you.
Hey, Connie, Connie!
Let me take Krista.
Bob needs her for the ceremony. - No.
Hey, Krista, you want to be in the ceremony, sweetie?
No, it's an honor. Bob said it's an honor.
- You'll wake her up. - You want to come, Krista?
Do not wake her up!
Bob, it's Tony Torres.
Tony. Good to meet you.
Hey, nice to meet you.
I'm Bob.
"Torres." Is that Mexican?
No, it's--
No, no, no, no, it's Spanish.
It's actually "Taurus,"
like a bull.
Yeah, we're Spanish.
We're white, pure European.
I'm not a Mexican.
Tell me about yourself.
I heard you were having some trouble in Seattle.
Well, a bunch of spooks took his job.
I'm sorry to hear that.
David mentioned what...
happened when you were a kid.
Do you mind if you share it with these guys?
This spook killed my best friend,
walked right up to him after school,
and just...
Shot him?
Mm-hmm.
How'd that make you feel?
I don't know what to tell.
I was lost.
I never went back to school.
I never got my diploma.
No diploma makes it hard to find honest work,
and then you fall off, right?
I'm sorry, it's not fair,
and it's not your fault,
but...
it's going to be okay.
There's a salary here for you,
and friends,
family, okay?
You want to come join us?
I do.
Welcome.
Thank you.
Thanks, Bob. - Make yourself at home.
- Thank you. - Sam.
Hey, Sam. Nice to meet you. Tony.
- Tony, hey. - Gary.
- Hey, Tony, welcome...
I, as a free Aryan man,
hereby swear an unrelenting oath
upon the children in the wombs of our wives
to join together
with those brothers in this circle,
for we are now in a full state of war,
and will not lay down our weapons
until we have driven the enemy into the sea.
It is time to reclaim the land
which was promised to our fathers,
and through our blood
and His will,
let it become the land of our children to be.
May God protect us.
Amen.
You guys will hang them up to dry.
They always gotta end up in here, Tony.
Grab a handful.
You've gotta separate out all the bills, all right?
10s, 20s, fives.
Gotta be in batches of 50,
and then throw the rubber bands on 'em.
One more thing.
Bob wanted you to have this.
Come on.
Seriously?
He wanted me to have this?
Yup.
You're one of us now.
Okay.
You did all right.
Son, I've warned you before.
You are playing with fire.
Robert, you have a gift,
a voice...
Thank you, sir.
...but do not go down this path.
We're not thieves.
You're drawing too much attention.
From whom?
The FBI.
They found Walter's body.
We seek the same goals.
In 10 years, we'll have members in the Congress, the Senate.
That's how you make change,
but progress takes time.
That's your problem.
You're running out of time,
and you've got nothing to show for it.
Nothing.
You preach racial economics.
We live it.
I'm not going to be you.
You stand down, Robert.
Or what?
Find out what they're up to next.
We need to clip that boy's wings.
Hey, hey.
Hey, buddy.
- How you doing? - Good.
Hey, Jamie,
this guy outside brought this for you.
What is it?
When?
Just right now.
Jamie...
Hey! Hey!
Is this lead solid?
Yeah, it's solid.
Who the fuck is he?
Hello, ma'am, my name is Deputy Bowen.
He's the one I said put us onto 'em.
Put us on?
What the fuck you bring him here for?
You bringing dates to the party now?
Stay behind. I got the lead.
Who is it?
- FBI! - Back up!
- Show me your hands!
Move, move!
Keep your hands where I can see them!
Have you seen this man, Gary Yarborough?
Ma'am?
He just left.
Who else is in the house?
No, just me.
Turn around, ma'am.
He rented my daughter's room
for two weeks.
He was with some friends, real nice boys--
Carney!
Shit.
Okay, Carlos.
It's done.
All clear to go.
Okay, copy.
That's our window.
They should be coming out now.
All bomb squad units,
bomb squad units, you are to respond ASAP,
1409 3rd Street, Embassy Theater.
There's no report yet of numbers.
We're en route.
Copy that. Thank you.
They're not there. It's a distraction.
Open the fucking door!
What the--
You hear me, motherfucker?
- Open it now! - Open the door!
Open the fucking door!
Get out!
Back the fuck away! Now!
Die, you motherfucker!
I said back the fuck up!
Make me do it, you--
Drop your fucking--
Shit!
- Get out now! Move! - Okay, okay!
- Don't make me kill you! - Okay, okay!
- I'm coming! I'm coming! - Get out! Move, move, move!
Don't shoot!
Get on the fucking ground!
Let's go!
Get the fuck down!
- Don't look at me! - Don't you fucking move!
Any available units,
we've got a 2-1-1 in progress.
Please respond to the south side of Northgate Mall.
Yup, there it is.
Shit!
Terry, proceed to the Embassy!
Negative.
There's a man in the lobby with a machine gun!
If you move before the police get here,
he will shoot your head off!
Don't fucking move, bitch!
The bags! Money, money! Let's go!
Fast, fast! Let's go!
Get it in the trunk!
Go, go, go! Move, move!
Don't you fucking move!
Move, and I'll blow your fucking head off!
There. There they are.
Oh, shit.
Last one.
You cover me. Come on.
Go, go, go!
Come on!
Fuck... Fucking go.
I got him, Bob.
Fucking hear me?
Did you fucking hear me?
You fucker!
Did you hear me?
I'm sorry.
Huh? You hear what I said?
- I'm sorry. - Fuck.
I'm sorry.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Cocksucker!
Fuck me, man.
All right.
Shot of whiskey.
For him, too.
Terry, I don't know what happened, I just--
You get one pass.
That was it.
Next time I say move, fucking move.
What a fucking shit show that was.
You find the cars?
Don't ever fucking do that shit to me again.
You're not in lead anymore, Terry.
You don't get to run off on your own
without fucking telling me first!
- There wasn't time. - There wasn't time?
Bullshit. - I was with Jamie.
You were with Jamie?
Well, how'd that fucking work out for you, huh?
Considering you motherfuckers let the target get away.
- Did you find the cars? - Now they dumped the cars
in a lot, there's no prints.
They wiped them down,
because they had plenty of fucking time to do it.
They had a shot on me and they didn't take it.
- They pointed a MAC-10. - They had a shot.
Oh, really? Well, where were you?
They didn't take it. Why not?
They don't want to kill a Fed.
They have a plan.
They bought the cars
from classifieds again.
- Yeah. - Paid cash.
Of course there's no prints.
They got a plan.
They bomb porn stores, they bomb...
- Terry. - ...a synagogue.
Terry, your nose is bleeding. Excuse me.
- Goddamn it, Terry. - Can we get a napkin?
What did they get, quarter of a million?
That's a fucking war chest right there. For what?
Wipe your fucking nose.
You're supposed to put your head back, Terry.
I know. It's the fucking pills.
I'm fine.
Go home, Terry.
Go back to Idaho.
You said you wanted to slow down.
Well, slow the fuck down.
I am slowing down.
No, you are not.
Is that an order?
Yes.
We're sorry.
You have reached a number that has been disconnected
or is no longer in service.
If you feel you have reached this recording in error,
please check the number
and try your call again.
Smoke?
No, thank you, sir.
No luck, huh?
Not today.
They must be hiding.
Yeah.
Maybe it's the smoke.
To what?
They like the fresh air.
They smell you coming for miles.
That so?
Mm-hmm.
Hmm.
Do you live near here?
Yeah, pretty close.
You're not from here, huh?
I'm new.
You following me?
Yeah, it looked like you could use some help.
Have a good night.
You too.
It is my great honor to introduce to you
a leader that has done yeoman's work
to bring us deliverance,
Reverend Richard Butler.
This book
holds our birthright...
but it is not one taught in our schools,
by our elected officials.
The Promised Land
is not for the Jews...
...but for the true Israelites,
the Caucasians...
Yes!
...and you deserve to build that home now.
Yeah! -That's right!
Let me read you
from Zechariah, chapter ten.
Yes, Robert?
Do you have something to say?
Good morning, my brothers...
Good morning.
...sisters.
Good morning.
It's an honor to be here with you.
I'm proud.
If you're like me,
I'm not sure how much more talk I can hear,
because that's all it is, isn't it?
Talk, talk, talk.
Well, I, for one, have had enough of just talk.
Now, I know how you feel.
I do.
You've lost your jobs...
...your dignity.
I watched my father get knocked down
again and again,
and he never pushed back...
and they'll tell you that's how it works.
You just have to stand there and take it,
one link at a time,
one freedom at a time...
...but I won't do it.
It is time for us to fight.
Yeah!
My friends and family,
we're here with you today
because we want you to join us on a mission,
putting words into action.
Yeah! Yeah!
Our brotherhood has broken the chains
of Jewish thought
and parasitical usury.
We've stood tall against the coloreds
who have soured our lands.
We, these, these yeoman farmers,
are eating, breathing,
sleeping, and growing together.
They've become one mind,
one body...
One race,
one army!
Yeah!
We're facing the extermination of our history,
of our very way of life!
Yeah!
Will you sit back
and allow the nation
that our forefathers discovered,
conquered, and died for
be eradicated,
or will you stand up like men
and fight to survive?
Yeah!
Kinsmen, duty calls.
It is time to take the future
all your families deserve!
Yes! Amen!
In Metaline Falls, we have a saying.
"Defeat...
never."
Never...
"Victory...
forever."
Forever!
Defeat...
Never!
Victory...
Forever!
- Defeat... - Never!
- Victory... - Forever!
- Defeat... - Never!
- Victory... - Forever!
- Defeat... - Never!
Victory... Forever!
- Defeat... - Never!
- Victory... - Forever!
- Defeat... - Never!
- Victory... - Forever!
- Defeat... - Never!
Never! Never!
White power! White power!
White power! White power! White power! White power!
White power! White power! White power!
White--
Musical chairs, musical chairs!
Wanna play musical chairs?
Musical chairs! Yeah!
Everybody grab a chair, grab a chair.
So, I've been thinking about these guys.
You know, it's obviously not just a cash grab.
There's a method to what they're doing.
You know, it's like,
maybe it's building up to something big, you know?
Bombing porn theaters and synagogues,
it's organized, you know,
and somebody's calling the shots like a general--
Hey, hate to break up the pow-wow,
but I think these guys are getting hungry.
Should we light up the grill?
Yeah, yeah, I'll just cook some of these hot dogs.
Yeah.
Must be hard being away from yours, huh?
Jamie said you've got a daughter.
Two.
When are they coming up?
Sorry, I wasn't trying to pry, I just--
No, no.
You two are good.
Yeah.
How did you two meet?
We met in school.
Senior year.
Hmm.
Married, had kids.
I've spent my whole life in this house.
Grandparents, parents.
Yeah?
It's a generational house.
Lot of love in here.
Yeah.
There's something about you coming in here,
having these talks
around the kids...
I don't like that.
You scare me.
All right, who's hungry?
Me, me, me, me!
There's six steps in that book.
Recruiting, fundraising,
armed revolution,
domestic terror,
assassination.
Number six is "Day of the Rope."
Were you gonna tell me about this?
No.
Why not?
Because I didn't think you'd take me seriously.
Well, I am now.
See, I just want to know what to do
when I get to hell,
because apparently, as you said,
all my friends are there!
So I just want to know what I'm walking into.
See, there you go, you're just a kike.
You don't get it, 'cause you're just a kike.
You're making fun of something that's sacred to Christians,
and you don't get it, - Oh, okay,
that's it, make it a Jew thing.
Make it about Jews.
What do you know about Jews?
Jews to you people
is some sort of mythological creature,
some sort of beast.
You don't know anything about the Jewish people.
It's just an easy target,
because you're too afraid to see what's in yourself,
because you have to have somebody to blame
for your life,
because you can't really blame the people
that have put you in the position that you're in,
whether it's a-a government that doesn't care about you
and has taught you to believe otherwise,
or it's something within yourself--
Step five right here.
you can't face yourself, so it's the Jews...
Let me get him.
...but the one thing you believe...
Let me do it, Bob.
...is that the only really good Jew is a dead Jew,
and for some reason, you think he cares about you.
I hear this all the time.
People say things are dirty,
things are ugly,
things are changing.
They don't like the new neighbor on their street.
They don't like the new synagogue in town,
and when you hear this all day,
you might think we're so filled up with hate,
it's almost irreversible,
but this may surprise you coming from me,
but I think people are actually decent.
That's why they call in.
That's why they want to talk.
They want someone to connect with.
I think people want to give love.
They want to say, "You're all right.
Let's sit, let's have a beer,"
but they're afraid they won't get it back,
but I think our better instincts will prevail,
but it's got to start somewhere.
So I encourage you to do that tonight.
Put something good out there,
because our words, our ideas,
that's what's going to live on.
That's what matters, after all,
and that's all for me, folks.
This is Alan Berg, KOA Denver,
signing off.
Sayonara.
Terry, open up.
Fuck...
Shit, you're really
getting the place ready for the family, huh?
What?
Oh, you haven't heard.
They murdered Alan Berg.
Followed him home, shot him 12 times,
34 wounds in all.
What was the gun?
A MAC-10.
They butchered him like he was a fucking animal.
Hey, everyone.
Uh, just want to say
thank you all for being here.
You know, this just means a lot.
When we first moved here, this...
this right here, this was the dream, you know?
Kids playing, having fun, a big family,
in nature.
This is what it's all about,
so thank you for being here.
Thank you to God.
Um...
let's have fun.
God bless you, Bob.
See that beer bottle?
Yeah.
Okay, now line it up
through these sights, okay?
Take a deep breath.
Keep this right in your shoulder,
then, when you're ready,
you're just going to gently squeeze that trigger, okay?
Keep looking through the sights.
Make sure you got it, both eyes open.
Okay, when you're ready.
I got you.
There we go.
It was close. Good shot.
Keep your weight a little forward.
- Come on, Clinton. - Don't lean back on it.
Keep shootin', buddy.
Close.
Keep looking through those sights, that's it.
Yeah!
Oh, that was it!
Yeah! Good job.
Yeah!
Proud of you.
Yeah! That was awesome.
That was awesome.
Feel good? Was it fun?
- Nailed it, young man. - Yeah?
Good shot, bud...
Good shot, good shot.
Carney...
Carney.
Yeah? All right, come on.
Everyone, listen up!
We've got a theory on who this might be.
Agent Husk is going to lay it out for you.
The men who killed Alan Berg
have splintered off from the Aryan Nation
and formed a new group.
They are responsible
for a series of robberies and murders,
and they are inspired
by the doctrine in this book.
They're using this book as a map.
Jamie.
It tells a story,
a fictional story,
of a group of white separatists
raging a race war
against the United States Government.
There are six steps in this book.
Recruiting, fundraising, training.
Assassination is step five.
What's six?
Armed revolution.
Large-scale domestic terror attacks.
Poisoning city water supply,
bombing federal buildings. - Seizing the Capitol.
You're talking like they're terrorists.
You got a better name?
There are plans to assassinate the president.
This terrorist group have a name?
In the book, they're called "The Order."
Yeah?
I've seen that book before.
Smith & Wesson Model 59.
It's clear.
Works in both double and single action.
It's heavy, isn't it?
I'll take it.
Awesome.
Anything else for you today?
Yeah, uh, I'll take all of them.
Just need some I.D.
Sign right there, sir.
Touchdown, Huskies!
You had the guy two years ago,
and you fucking let him go!
I pulled over some of those Nations guys,
and they were... - Pull the file!
They had a trunk full of that white supremacist shit
that I was trying to control.
- Fucking idiot. - A fucking trunkful!
One of them brought up that book,
"The Turner Diaries,"
and he said,
"There's no escaping The Day of the Rope."
You know what that means?
It's the day the race traitors are strung up in the streets.
- You know him? - "The Day of the Rope."
Lane, yeah, he's from around here.
He's a fanatic.
Where is he?
I think he's at his parents' house
or something like that... - Write it down.
- and his dad's a... - Write it the fuck down!
We don't know where he is.
Last we heard, David was in Washington,
in a place called Metaline Falls.
There was a man there who had some land,
who had given David some work.
This man, does he have a name?
We don't know.
Birdie,
do we still have that photograph?
Somewhere.
Hold on.
You have children, Detective?
Uh, yeah, two daughters.
Do you love 'em?
Do you...
do you care for them?
Have you been there for them?
You...
think you have control
over who they're going to be,
but the truth is, you don't.
You try to protect them.
That's the best you can do,
but you can't live their life for them.
It was something peculiar,
like it was two first names,
Bill Stevens,
or Mathew...
That's it.
The man's name is Bob Mathews.
Son of a bitch.
They pick up at an overnight depot
near San Leandro, California,
then load up for a two-day trip
from San Francisco
up the 101 to Eureka
on the coast.
It's the money run for the entire northwest.
What's the take?
A usual run, uh,
that would be two,
two and a half million.
This could be four.
Hi...
Hi.
I'm Debbie.
Oh, okay.
Good for you.
Thanks.
My job is to hit the windshield if they don't get out--
Go back, go back, go back.
Start, which car are you in,
where are you sitting?
Excuse me, Bob, can we talk?
Uh, now?
Yeah.
Okay.
Just keep running it. Load up, okay?
- Yeah. - All right.
What are you meeting about?
Hmm?
Look, you know...
You know I can't-I can't say.
What about her, does she know?
Because people talk.
Is she having your baby?
You have nothing to worry about.
You know that, right?
I love you.
All I care about is you and Clinton,
okay?
Okay? Hey. Okay?
- You all right? - Yeah.
I love you.
Come here. It's all right.
Come here.
Father was an appliance store salesman.
Loses his job, they grow up in a trailer,
blame it on all immigrants.
Subscribes to John Birch.
Got arrested in '73 for lying on his W-4.
That's straight out of the anti-tax playbook.
Joins the National Alliance,
whose founder... - William Luther Pierce.
...writes "The Turner Diaries,"
then he leaves that group too.
It's a pattern. He's a radical.
He's a radical, but he can't deal with authority.
Look at his father, look at Butler.
Clever fucker.
I met him.
You did?
When?
A few weeks back.
He was casing me.
We found him.
Metaline Falls, Bragg Creek Road.
All right, we got the address, let's go.
Go, go, go! Move!
- Over here! - Go around the back.
Move!
Clear! Clear! Clear! Clear!
Breaker, breaker, passing me now.
Let's get 'em.
- Where is he? - I don't--
You don't know?
- I don't know. - Oh, really?
Goddamn, what are you doing? We can't take her in.
Do you know what he did in Denver?
I got nothing to say!
- Jo, Jo... - Clinton!
We can't take her in. Jo, Hey, hey!
Get off of me! Where are you taking my child!
- Jo, hey! - You sit the fuck down!
We need her here. We keep eyes on her.
I'd be careful who I'm protecting,
you dumb Nazi bitch. - Clinton?
All right, take it now.
Go, go, go, go, go.
Move! Let's go!
Come on, let's go!
Get out or you're dead!
On the floor!
Move, move, move!
Is anyone in the back? Come on!
Open the door!
Throw out your gun,
and come out with your hands up!
Get out now!
Go!
- Down, down! - Don't shoot!
Move, move!
Take it! Let's go, let's go!
Don't fucking move!
Go!
Here! Go!
Faster!
Go, go, go!
That's four minutes gone! Let's go!
Take him out!
That's the four minutes, guys, let's go!
- Let's go! - Cops!
Let's get out of here!
Fucking pigs!
- Pack it up! - Go, go!
Go, go, go!
Whoo-hoo!
We're good, boys.
How much they get?
3.6 million.
What does that buy?
It buys an army.
Where... where are we at with the gun?
The trace on the gun?
We're still waiting.
Waiting on what?
They couldn't pull any prints,
but ATF traced the serial number to a store in Missoula.
We're working on a name. - Where?
Missoula.
- Missoula? - Yeah.
Do you know how far Missoula is from here?
Two and a half hours.
So why the fuck are we fucking waiting?
I-I made the call.
Why isn't anybody driving to Missoula, huh?
Tell me.
Tell me, Mr. FBI.
- Hey. - Jesus...
I mean, you're the fucking FBI!
Got a fucking point.
You all right?
That was fucking bullshit,
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Get in the car.
FBI...
You know, it used to be every day
I was running home to see them.
And now...
this.
This is all I think about.
I worked organized crime.
Lucchese family, you heard of them?
Mm-mm.
Nasty fuckers.
In my last year, I worked New York.
There were two dozen murders,
and I needed to get inside.
I had no witnesses,
so I recruit this girl,
this nanny of one of the bosses.
She was younger than you.
Smart.
Persuaded her to wear a wire.
But I don't know, they,
how they found out, but they did...
and we found her...
head in the East River.
Found her arms,
her legs.
Never found her body...
...and I never got anyone for that.
Why are you telling me that?
Got a name on the gun.
Zillah?
Where have you been?
We've been calling all over.
Oh, hi.
That's your dad.
Oh, my God.
This is your daughter.
I'm really sorry she's not a boy.
She's b-- You're beautiful.
You want to hold her?
It's really easy.
She's sleeping, huh? Hi.
Hmm?
She's so perfect.
- She's so little. - I know.
You got her?
It's okay. Hi.
We gotta learn a lot.
Oh, my gosh...
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.
It's all right,
it's all right...
Yeah.
Oh, my God, she's beautiful.
Bob give you this?
It's cute.
You all wear these?
Fuck you.
Give me those.
Alan Berg.
Get this.
They shot him 12 times.
Two in the face,
two in the neck,
six in the left arm,
one in the abdomen,
traversed his liver, came out his stomach,
and one in the back.
That's a hard way to go.
You didn't pull the trigger,
but you know where they are, right?
Now you're gonna fucking tell me where they are,
or I'm gonna lean on you so hard,
you're not gonna get off the fucking floor...
- Terry... - You understand me?
What?
Oh, fucking shit.
Your goddamn nose.
What are you doing here?
Hmm?
26 years I've done this job.
26 years.
Every mobster,
every Klansman,
they got one thing in common.
They're all trying to blame someone else.
You think Bob's loyal to you?
You-you think he's your friend?
Hmm?
You're a tool to him.
He's using you. You're a pawn.
How do you think your friend's going to react
when he finds out you're a Mexican?
Where is he?
There's a number you call
if you ever got bopped.
Leave a message at the switchboard,
and they call back with instructions
telling you how to get out.
You remember the number?
Tony.
Is Bob driving?
Negative, not him.
Nobody goes in till we have eyes on Mathews.
They're leaving.
Keep your distance, three cars back.
I'm following.
Good to see you, buddy.
Anybody know you're here?
Huh?
No.
Good.
That's real good.
Should I call it in?
Not till we see him.
Come on in.
Have a seat.
I'm really sorry about the trouble you got into.
I'm going to help you out of it, but, um...
well, I'm gonna need your help first.
Man, they don't know I'm here.
Did you tell them anything?
No, nothing.
I did what you said.
Well, it's not--
They ask about the gun?
No.
No gun.
Did they ask about Berg?
I want to...
I want to believe.
I do.
Why would I rat on you?
You guys are...
You guys are my friends, no?
Are we friends?
Are we?
You know?
Yes.
Because real friends,
they come clean when they make mistakes.
If you told them something,
it's fine, okay?
But I do need to know the truth.
Just tell me what you told them.
Come on.
We can trust each other.
Just tell me.
Whatever happens,
I'm here for you.
If you're honest now, it's all going to be okay.
Thanks, Bob.
It's okay.
We're brothers.
I didn't say anything, Bob.
Nothing at all?
I'm sorry about the gun.
It's on me.
Will you forgive me?
Yeah.
- Yeah? - Sure.
Okay.
It's gonna be all right.
That's him.
Husk, do we have a visual?
Do we have a visual on Mathews?
Call it in.
Wait, wh-what are you doing?
We've got eyes on Mathews at the Capri Motel.
We need backup here now.
Don't fucking move!
Show me your hands!
Show me your fucking hands, Bob!
Show me your fuck--
Holy shit!
Okay.
Jamie!
Take the room!
Jamie, get back!
Get away from the door!
Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
Freeze! Fucking freeze!
Hey!
Move!
Get the fuck down!
Tony, you all right?
Yeah, I'm good.
Don't move!
Don't you fucking move, you piece of shit!
Fuck you.
Jamie!
Where is he?
Jamie!
Slow the fuck down!
Oh, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
No, no. All right.
Put your head down, put your head down.
Jamie, no, no, no, no.
Keep your head down.
Oh, shit.
Jamie, look at me, look at me.
Come on.
Jamie, look at me.
Look at me, look at me.
Jamie.
Shit...
Jamie.
Look at me.
Hey...
Willie, come in.
Now, please.
Get inside.
Found this in Bob's hotel room.
Do you know how we met?
He put an ad in the paper.
"Looking for an intelligent, mature woman
to share my life and my land."
About a hundred women responded,
but out of all of them, he chose me.
Hmm.
But I couldn't have children.
Bob said he didn't care.
He was excited to adopt,
but I know it still mattered.
He wanted his line to continue.
Debbie, none of this is for you,
or Clinton.
You don't know.
I do.
All the sacrifices,
the work...
the women.
He can justify it all
with the cause he's fighting for.
End of the day, it's all about him.
Believe me.
You know that.
Right now,
he's planning an attack
that will kill hundreds of people.
I need your help to find him.
Debbie, do not protect this man
just because you think he's some saint.
I know he's not a saint.
I never been there before,
but there was always a plan
if they had to run.
There's a house.
Thank you.
He won't know it was you.
Doesn't matter.
You won't take him alive.
So, was it worth it?
What?
The work,
women,
sacrifices?
What do you think?
But we've always worked very well together.
Where's Bob?
Finish your fucking cereal.
We've gotta get out of here.
Hey, Bob.
Hey, Bob, you ready to go?
Hey.
Hey, Bob, I got the truck outside.
What is this?
Declaration of war.
Who am I sending it to?
Congress, the House of Representatives,
the White House,
"New York Times," Denver, Denver news.
Everyone.
Why?
It's happening.
The war has begun.
Fuck. There's no fucking army.
Everybody's gone.
Cattle die,
kinsmen die,
I too shall die,
but the one thing that I know that never dies,
it's the fame of a dead man's deeds.
Bob, let's go. We gotta go now!
Let's go, let's go, let's go.
They're fucking everywhere.
Is he in there alone?
Fuck you.
Send 'em in.
Bring him out alive.
Alive.
Let's go, let's go.
Go, go, go!
Pull 'em out!
- Go, go! - They're coming out!
We've got wounded!
Come back! Move it, move it!
Take cover!
It was a mistake.
It's a mistake. He's not coming out.
- Come on, let's go. - He's not coming out.
You'll burn him alive.
Shit.
Let's go.
It's done. Come on.
Bob!