[lights humming]
[handcuffs rattle] [groans]
Lucas: Hello?
Hello?
Hello!
Let me the fuck out!
Who the fuck are you?
You're smaller than I thought you'd be,
which is strange because you did a hell of a number on your
drill instructor and he's not a pussy.
Probably not the first time your temper got you into trouble, is it?
That's probably why you joined the army in the first place, right?
Or are you just a patriot?
Where am I?
Where aren't you?
You aren't in the brig at Fort Benning
facing a court-martial that could have landed you two years
in military prison and turned you into an even meaner asshole
than you are now. I had you moved.
You're welcome.
- So what is this? - Well, I guess it's math class,
because I'm not wearing a rank or an insignia
- and this isn't a cell, so... - Special Ops?
Hey, fuck you!
Fuck me?
We'll see you in a couple days, kid.
What? Where are you going?
Hey!
Hey, asshole, come back!
[lock clicks] Hey!
Let me the fuck outta here!
[clicking] [theme music playing]
3x10 - "We All Pay Eventually"
sync & correction by f1nc0 ~ Addic7ed.com ~
It's an honor to meet you.
Like I said, I'm a huge fan.
Bitch, I don't know who you think I am...
You're Job. The Job.
In '91, you hacked Banco Nacional of Caracas
and transferred $7 million to humanitarian nonprofits across South America.
Six months later, you infected the mainframe of Wing-Lijun Shipping
with a botnet virus that cost them almost 100 million...
I know the words coming out your face are technically English,
but I still don't know what the fuck you talking about.
I spent seven years at cybercrimes tracking you,
studying your work. The hack into the armory,
that was simple compared with your other efforts.
But the way you pulled off the timed reverse on our power grid...
I mean, there are maybe two or three other hackers
who could have pulled that off and they live in China.
Then why don't you fuck off over there and bore them to death?
Hmm?
In '94, you infiltrated the NSA database
and deleted the personnel records of 40 covert military operatives.
My theory...
you just needed to disappear one guy.
But you were just being thorough, as always.
Well, that one put you on the CIA's radar for good.
I would tell you again you have mistaken me for someone else...
but you seem so goddamn excited,
I hate to ruin your fun, Leo.
You're the golden ticket, Job.
And I am going to cash you in.
I'm sorry.
You're impetuous, reckless. You defied me.
I thought I was helping you.
Thank you, Burton. Bring the car around.
[door opens]
I've been dealing with men like Frazier and Morales
since before you were born.
You'll learn, Rebecca.
But in order to learn, you have to accept the fact
that you don't know anything.
- Not yet. - I understand.
Having said that, we've both made mistakes,
mistakes that can never happen again.
Are you going to Philadelphia?
We all are.
[door opens]
[door closes]
Man, get the fuck off of me.
[groans] Hey, that's enough!
[coughs]
Don't even think about it, asshole.
[groans, coughing]
Shit, are you okay, Job?
[groans] What the fuck kind of stupid-ass question is that?
[chuckles] He's okay.
You got any idea how Stowe landed on us?
- We got sloppy. - Well, he doesn't know everything,
and that's the only thing keeping us alive until help arrives.
Yeah? And who's gonna help him, hmm?
That man has exactly three friends and they all right here.
Sugar: Have some faith, huh?
Have you met me?
- Carrie: He's gonna come. - Job: Oh, I know he'll come.
He'll take on the whole motherfucking platoon.
Might even make it past the front gate.
But there's still a shitload of mercs
with a shitload of guns between him and us.
I need to see Colonel Stowe. We're old friends.
I'm not leaving till you open that fucking gate.
Carrie: He'll find a way.
Fuck you, he'll find a way.
He ain't your fairy godmother come to make all your dreams come true.
How many more times does he have to put his ass on the line for you
- until he gets his motherfucking head blown off? - You're blaming me for this?
I ain't the one who fucked the mark!
- Oh, fuck you, Job. - No, fuck you, Carrie!
Or Ana. Or whatever the fuck you calling yourself today!
- If you were so worried... - How'd your boyfriend know exactly...
- ...you could have shut this job down. - ...how to take us all down?
- I'm a professional. - What the fuck did you let slip?
- You tell me what you told that motherfucker! - I didn't tell him anything.
- How dare you?! - Both of you shut the fuck up!
If we're gonna die, then we're gonna die.
Have some motherfucking dignity for fuck's sake.
Job...
if she slipped up, the four of us would be dead already.
We gonna make it out of here alive,
we got to stick together.
Hmm? Yeah?
[tapping]
[knocks on door] Come.
- What are you doing here? - I was in the neighborhood.
I don't have time for games. If you have business with me, get to it.
What's going on, Colonel? Everything okay?
Look, Sheriff, I can only imagine how boring and insignificant
your life must be, but honestly, I don't give two shits.
If you don't have a reason to be here, then get the fuck off my base.
I got six million reasons.
The sheriff is a thief.
[whispers] I'm not really a sheriff.
You've come here to negotiate?
I came here to tell you that if you don't let my friends go,
you'll never see your money again.
I can keep you here, remove your fingers one by one
until you tell me where the cash is.
We both know I wouldn't have come here without insurance.
Right now I have no clue where your money is.
And if I'm not back in half an hour,
my insurance is gonna call CID.
[tapping ring]
You've been a soldier.
My guess is you wasted every opportunity you ever had,
disappointed everyone who ever took a chance on you.
It's what insubordinate assholes like you do best.
- You betray your own potential. - Wow, you're really good at this.
- I want my fucking money! - I want proof of life.
[tapping]
[echoing] Thirsty?
You're dehydrated.
Your organs are starting to shut down.
Sure you can feel it. The headaches, the chills.
Soon the hallucinations will become so intense,
you'll lose all sense of reality.
Tell me the truth. I will reward you.
What was your mother's name?
[weakly] Catherine.
Catherine. Was she a good mother?
I guess so.
I'm gonna need you to be more definitive with me.
Was she a good mother?
- Yes. - Yes.
- Did you love her? - Yes.
Yes.
Your father's name was Dennis. Dennis.
- Did you love him, too? - Yes.
Your father regularly beat the shit out of your mother.
Put her in the hospital six times.
He beat you, too, didn't he?
- No. - Of course he did.
- No. - Of course he did!
That's why you had to kill him.
I didn't kill him.
Of course you killed him.
He was a horrible man who made you suffer.
He made you and your mother suffer.
And you killed him. Just tell me that you killed him.
Hmm? Tell me the truth. Now I want you to tell me the truth.
- I didn't kill him. - All I want you to do is tell me the truth.
- No. - I want you to say to me,
"I killed my father." I want you to admit it.
Tell me that you killed him.
You're safe. You're here with me. You had to make him suffer.
- I didn't kill him. - Just admit that you killed your father.
Tell me the truth. Tell me that you killed him.
- I killed him. - What?
- I killed him.
What?
[sobbing] I killed him.
Here you go. Here you go.
Drink, drink, drink.
[door closes]
As you can see, your friends are all alive.
For the moment.
[grunts]
[Carrie groans]
[groaning]
Go get my fucking money.
I'm gonna pay a little visit.
We haven't really gotten acquainted, bartender.
[Sugar screaming]
Hello, Kurt.
- Calvin. - It's been a long time.
Welcome home.
- Not bad, huh? - [sighs] Yeah.
You know, when you disappeared that night,
I thought you just needed to clear your head for a minute.
- But this is a lot to take in. - I'm sure.
Now you're back just as suddenly as you left, huh?
It was time to come home.
Right.
You left us in the lurch that night, Kurt.
There were some who wanted to hunt you down, make you pay.
But I defended you. I lied to the Brotherhood for you.
And now you come back here unannounced
and you do what you did to Jasper and Bryce.
You're making it very hard for me to keep you safe.
Am I?
Still... you're my blood.
And like you always said, brothers before Brotherhood, right?
So, big brother, I'm gonna give you a chance to do the right thing.
You take off this uniform and you come back to your real family.
I'll smooth things over.
I'll get you in the way you got me in back in the day.
I am going to do the right thing.
I'm gonna shut down the Brotherhood.
All of it. You be smart, Calvin.
You have a wife and a little boy to raise.
- Walk away. - Walk away?
I'm not the dumb little shit I was
when you saved me from Dad, took me to my first rally.
There is no walking away from it.
I am the Brotherhood.
Take care of your family.
Don't you come in here and tell me
to take care of my family, you fucking traitor.
We will fucking bury you. You hear me?
Better watch your back, big brother.
[distant siren wailing]
[door opens]
Tough day, Kai?
So, I see there's been a family reunion.
Now, tell me, Kai, who the fuck am I in business with?
You or her?
- You're in business with us. - So you say.
But one says "yes", the other says "no."
- And now I have no product at all. - We're here to change all of that.
You didn't pull up in a truck.
Accept this gift and our proposal,
there'll be a truck tomorrow free of charge.
Ming made a great fucking sword.
But you can never tell the real quality of a blade
until it's used in battle.
What's the proposal?
[door opens, closes]
Slowly, slowly, slowly. Take your time.
It's okay. Take your time. Take your time.
You've been angry for such a long time.
That anger is there to protect you from fear.
Now, we could argue that the fear
comes from an abusive and drunk father,
but it doesn't really matter where it comes from.
What matters is that it can be beaten.
I'm gonna rid you of that burden
so you can reach your potential.
And then you're gonna be ready.
Ready for what?
- The army again? - No.
Not the army.
Something different.
[clicks] [door opens]
[music]
[chatter]
[plates rattling]
- Hey, Bunk. - Otto.
- Jasper and Bryce send their best. - Thanks.
So you gonna stand there all day like a pussy?
- Or you gonna come over here and play? - Hey, clear out. Now.
I'm not gonna tell you again.
Let's go.
- We'll be seeing you, Bunk. - Get off him!
I know you're gonna be seeing me 'cause I'm gonna be coming for you.
And we both know what a fucking pussy you are without your backup.
- Get off him! - Fucker!
- Bunker, let him go. - Come on!
[gasping]
[coughing]
Oh!
Shit. It's not working.
Now look, keep going.
- Don't give up. - But please do shut up.
You're breaking my motherfucking concentration.
[grunting]
[silenced gunshot]
[gunshot]
[gunshots]
[men shouting]
Go!
[detonator clicks]
Murphy! Get out there!
You get the girl, bring her to me. Go!
[yelling] Shut up!
We got to hurry the fuck up, old man.
- Look, just break the thumb. - Sugar, are you sure?
That's the only way he can get... [screams]
[gunfire]
[gunshot]
[music]
[gunshot] [man groans]
[silenced gunshots]
[screams]
Whoo! This is a good fucking sword!
[exhales]
We need to get you in the car.
No one's chasing me out of my place of business.
- We'll be trapped inside. - Then we'll fight our way out.
- Sir, I respectfully urge you to reconsi... - This is my office.
Everybody out. Come on. Move!
[distant gunfire] Man: You hear that, man?
Man #2: Coming from over here.
Man #3: Come on, man. [gunfire stops]
[gunshot]
[gunshots]
Okay, bitch. Let's go.
Well, hello there.
- Where the hell are they? - Pssh, I don't know.
[groans]
What? Let's get the fuck out of here.
Come on.
Man: Hold it!
God!
I'm gonna circle around and draw his fire.
- Ready? - Go!
- Sugar! - I'm clear.
[distant gunfire]
Grenade!
[gasps] Shit!
Hey, baby.
Remember me?
Who could forget a face that fucking ugly?
[gasps]
Not bad.
You've been holding out on me.
Ah! [laughs]
[groans]
You fight better than you fuck.
[gasping]
[shouts]
[gurgles]
[panting]
[gasps]
[gunshot]
I got you, you motherfucker.
[gunshot] [groans]
Oh, fucking messy.
Job: You don't like the way I kill, you kill the next one.
[gunshot]
Done.
No one likes a wiseass.
[groans]
[breathing heavily]
Fuck.
[silenced gunshots] [men grunt]
[coughs] Frazier: Lennox!
Lennox!
Lennox. I...
- Hello, Frazier. - Oh. [chuckles]
- Proctor. - That's right.
I told you you were making a mistake.
Is there a new deal you have in mind?
Yeah, but not with you.
Now, I know you can't see the room right now,
so I'll do my best to describe it for you.
You got three men on the floor. They're all dead.
Your buddy Lennox, he's at your feet slowly bleeding to death.
He appears distraught.
I'm here with my niece Rebecca and Burton.
You know Burton.
And our mutual associate Hector Morales.
Now, Hector, he has a beautiful new sword.
It was a gift I got him for this very occasion.
And, as you can smell,
I'm smoking one of your most excellent cigars.
You made a deal with the devil...
you stupid Dutchie.
Don't call me that. I don't like that.
[sizzling] [screams]
- You're gonna pay for this, Kai. - We all pay eventually.
But in my case, you won't be around to see it.
Or rather hear about it.
[sword scraping] Hector: Hey there.
[laughing]
Frazier: You stupid cerote.
Don't you know he's gonna fuck you like he fucked me?
No, you fucked yourself, blind man.
You know, I never did get to thank you in person for the...
little gift you gave me.
- I think of you every time I feel it. - Just do it.
[screams]
[gurgling]
Oh, that's just embarrassing. I never miss.
Sorry I took so long.
I never doubted you for a minute.
I thought you said he'd get killed trying to save us.
- Yeah, but I never doubted he'd come. - Where's Carrie?
Stowe: Hood!
Put the gun down or I'll blow her head off.
- No. - Do it. I will kill her.
- You let her go now. - I'm not fucking with you!
- Let her go. - Put the fucking gun down, Hood!
- Let her go now. - Don't play me! I will kill her!
- No, you're not. - Put the fucking gun down!
[gunshot] [screams]
[groans]
[groaning]
Gordon!
Sugar, help me get this.
Sugar: Come on, get the vest off. Come on.
- Fuck! Put pressure on it. - I got it. I got it.
I'm right here, Gordon. Everything's gonna be just fine here.
You're gonna be fine.
[silenced gunshot]
Fuck me.
[groaning]
Start it up. I'm on my way.
- Sugar: Hold on. - I'm not gonna make it.
Don't talk like that. You're gonna be fine.
- We're gonna get you out of here. - Baby, I'm not gonna make it.
You're not the only gunslinger in the family.
Why did you do this?
I came to take you home, Carrie.
[engine powering up]
[music]
I never stopped loving you. You know that, right?
I love you. Stay with me.
[helicopter blades whirring]
Job. [gunfire]
It's okay. It's okay.
You be good, okay?
Jooob!
[music continues]
[breathing heavily]
[exhales]
You want to tell me what the hell happened out there today?
[clears throat] A lot of those guys are angry that I'm back.
- They feel betrayed. - Yeah. Yeah, I got that.
No, I meant the part where you grabbed a civilian
and started strangling him in front of a diner full of witnesses.
- Sorry about that. - You're sorry? Fuck sorry, okay?
I don't like those guys any more than you do,
- but if you're gonna wear that badge... - I am guys like that!
Every evil, twisted thought that he has had,
I have had.
Every fucked-up thing that he's done,
I have done.
I've done things that would make you sick.
They make me sick.
You think you're the only one around here that's got dirt on him?
I've done some... things.
Fuck, Bunker, I...
I don't know you, okay?
But from what I've seen, you're not the man you used to be.
I will always be that man.
Putting on this uniform does not wipe my slate clean.
I'm doing everything I can to change.
And every once in a while...
I manage to convince myself that I'm a better person.
But the minute that I come into contact
with one of those fucking guys
and see the way that they look at me,
all I feel is hate
and anger and I can't shake it.
Okay, all right. Listen to me.
Listen, listen. Hold it. Look at me.
Okay, that isn't anger that you're feeling.
That's the shame and the guilt.
And trust me, we all feel that. All of us.
And that is what makes you better than them.
If you didn't feel that,
that's when I'd start to worry, all right? You hear me?
Okay.
Now, look, can you promise me that what happened
out there today is never gonna happen again?
I don't know.
Good answer.
'Cause if you had said yes, I knew you were full of shit.
[chuckles]
Go home, all right? Get some sleep.
- Thank you, sir. - Yep.
[music]
Brock: I just hung up with the state police.
Jesus Christ, Hood. Gordon Hopewell is dead?
What the hell happened out there?
He said that... Camp Genoa looks like a war zone.
Yeah, I'll have to tell you about it someday.
No, no, not someday.
He said that CID is gonna be here in less than an hour.
We need to get your story straight.
They're coming to talk to you, Brock.
What are you talking about? Hood?
Badge and letter of resignation on my desk.
Are you kidding? Hey! Hood!
Where you going? You can't...
You can't just leave!
Well, I'm not giving it back this time.
[straining]
I'm disappointed in you, Kurt.
But the choice is yours to make.
[breathing heavily]
[straining]
If you're gonna wear that cop uniform, you can't wear mine.
[grunting]
[sizzling] [screaming]
[glasses clinking]
Who in the hell took him?
I don't know.
- How do we find him? - No idea.
Usually that's where Job comes in.
- Isn't there anyone you can reach out... - God damn it, Sugar.
I don't fucking know.
I don't know who took him. I don't know where he is.
And I don't know how to fucking get him back.
Fuck.
Till we hear from him, he's on his own.
[sighs]
Man: Hey, you look like a new man.
Which means your time in this room
is done.
- Who are you? - My name is Dalton.
- Are you military? - I was.
But now I recruit men like you. I develop them for an elite unit.
What unit? What branch?
Exactly.
My methods are very unorthodox.
I have a very small window of time in which to assess your ability.
- My ability to do what? - To do what needs to be done.
I think we could do some very good work together.
- And if I'm not interested? - That's fine. You're free to go.
But if you do, you'll always be your father's son.
I'm nothing like him.
What happened to your friends with the beards?
They're all dead.
You sure do have a knack for survival.
You left me there to die, Sheriff.
I'm not the sheriff.
What do you want, an apology?
No. I would have done the same thing.
You know, being the sheriff never really suited you.
No, it didn't.
sync & correction by f1nc0 ~ Addic7ed.com ~
[music playing]
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ No man can take my crown ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ No man can take my crown ♪
♪ I fill my cup up with ♪
♪ I fill my cup up with this, hey ♪
♪ I fill my cup up with ♪
♪ I fill my cup up with this, hey ♪
[vocalizing]
♪ I fill my cup up with ♪
♪ I fill my cup up with this. ♪
[door slams, locks]
[gasps] [footsteps]
Job: Fuck me.