.
- In the nation's largest city,
the vicious and violent members of the underworld
are hunted by the detectives
of the Organized Crime Control Bureau.
These are their stories.
- Let's talk about you.
Tell me the truth.
Dishonorable discharge, what the hell is that about?
- There are just so many memories in this place.
- Is that the one with Mickey Mantle's signature?
This will bring a pretty penny.
- Talk about something serious here, huh?
When you gonna tell me what's going on with Joe Jr.?
So put the sweets on the top shelf behind the soup
and no sugar after 6:00 or I'll be
the one hurting the next day.
- I hope that doesn't apply to me.
I'm kidding.
- Yeah. Yeah.
Volume's set, OK?
So don't touch it.
Uh, and I've tried and failed to explain
streaming to Ma for a long time, so don't bother, OK?
Just find a nice cooking show
and she'll be good for hours, OK?
All right, Ma, love you.
I'm taking off.
- Where are you going? I forgot.
- I already told you, I'm having an early dinner
with Joey and Elliot.
- Oh, Joey's such a good boy.
I'm so glad he didn't have to grow up
in the same house you did.
- Yeah.
I guess we didn't leave the old man with a lot of fight left.
All right.
- Um, these are not what I asked for.
You said crackers, Ma.
I wrote down "crackers."
- But I said the cheesy ones.
- It's a variety pack, Ma.
I'm sure there's a cheesy one in there.
- No, no, no, these--
they're brown, and they have, like, flakes.
- Carr's Cheesy Melts?
- That's them, yes. Thank you.
Adding them to the list now. I got you, Bernie.
- All right, good hands.
All right, see you later.
- Love you, dear.
- Look, this boys night out idea is really great,
but do you really think he's just gonna come clean?
- About being a druggie?
- Yeah.
- No. He's too much like the old man.
- Exactly, yeah.
- Are you sure he's shooting up?
- No, I'm not sure of that.
I have no proof of that.
I just told you I found that foil.
I had it tested.
That heroin came from AfgGhanistan.
- Hmm, maybe that's where he started using, huh?
- That's what I'm thinking.
- Well, then maybe we should, uh, you know,
do one of those interventions.
- OK.
- Yeah, unfortunately, I have some experience with this.
And what we do is we go in there.
We sit him down, and we give him a good talking to,
and you talk him into rehab.
- You sit him down and you give him a good talking to?
- That's right.
- You think he's just gonna sit there and accept all that?
- No--I don't-- - He's just like the old man.
- He's like the old man.
- I thought you said we were meeting him at the restaurant.
- Yeah, well, there's no bros night out tonight.
- Excuse me?
- I lied.
Joey's at some charity thing for his work.
- So what the hell are we doing here?
- We're looking for proof.
And there you have it, Detective Stabler.
Have at it.
- [laughs]
That's called breaking and entering, no.
- Not if it's a family.
- I'm not doing it, Randall.
- All right, fine, fine.
I'll handle it.
Excuse me, ma'am, hi.
Listen, me and my brother down here, we're in a big hurry,
and I forgot my keys.
Do you think you could open the door for me?
- Mm-hmm. - Thanks so much.
- There you go. - Oh.
Thank you so much. You're a lifesaver.
- Anything else I can do for you?
- Uh, no, you've done more than enough.
Thank you.
- Holy-moly, look at that view.
You know, it makes me hate this burg just a hair less.
- Can we just get this over with?
- All right, calm down.
[tense music]
♪
- Charity? Joey?
That doesn't sound like him.
- Yeah, neither does bee pollen wellness supplement.
What's this guy turning into?
I'll check the bathroom.
♪
- Hey. - Yeah?
- Got a safe.
♪
Have at it.
- What, me?
- Ain't gonna be me.
Try his birthday.
- All right, he might just be dopey enough to use that.
[beeping]
[lock clicks]
Jesus Christ on a bike.
- We gotta get him to rehab.
- Yes, we do.
[tense music]
♪
.
- We don't do that.
- But thanks for reminding us why.
- Look who couldn't stand to be away from us.
- Yeah, more like my kids couldn't stand
to be around me anymore.
- Right, right.
Hey, we got a Sam update?
- Yeah, Stacy's doing much better,
and Sarge has Sam on parental leave
until baby Bashir arrives.
- All right, everybody gather round.
Welcome back.
- Thanks.
- We need to close up this Bonner case.
Also, there's a pyramid scheme on Wall Street.
Homicide has already got a few expat murders
that they think are connected.
- I'd like to add to the list here.
This wound up on my desk.
- How did a street level narcotic
just wind up on your desk? - That's the thing.
It's not street level.
That is pure, uncut black tar heroin.
And forensics traced its origins to the Helmand Province
in AfgGhanistan.
- AfgGhani heroin on our turf, that makes this our case.
There a baker stamp?
- Report didn't mention one.
- All right, Vargas can run it.
- You might want to tell Vargas what a baker stamp is.
- Yes, please.
- Cartels and drug trafficking organizations
stamp their product with names, insignia.
It's like brand advertising.
You sure you got this?
- Anything for the team.
- I'm gonna let you decide if you want to tell the rest,
but I'm gonna need to know where that really came from.
- My brother,
Joey, he may have a problem.
- Oh, I'm sorry, Elliot.
That's tough.
- Maybe it's what I get for having
lost touch all these years.
- You want to know if he's using or dealing
before you confront him?
- No, I want to take care of business first,
then I'll deal with my brother in my own time.
- No judgment here.
But one thing I learned in Narcotics
is that an addict doesn't need an excuse to use,
but he'll be happy to take one.
- The high-res image revealed what appears
to be a one-eyed skull.
- Any matches for existing product?
- No DTOs came back with a hit.
- Well, DTO may not get us clues,
but apparently wheat will.
- How so?
- Well, AfgGhanistan is hardly an agricultural mecca,
which is why a hardy drought resistant crop like poppies
became such a popular source of income.
However, in some districts, they did choose
a more legal choice--
wheat.
Now, it's this wheat's pollen that floated over
and stuck to our poppy sap.
Now, I was able to trace this particular variety to a farm
in the Washir District.
- And according to our files, that district
is run by Altima Ruud.
- Jewel-smuggling mosque bombers.
- Seems like we underestimated our friend Abdul Azim Ghani.
- Product came from your district.
- I'm sure it did, but I've got nothing to do with it,
you know?
I've been out of that game for some time.
They're precisely why.
- "They" being?
- Your soldiers,
Americans, Special Ops.
Bunch of cowboys claimed they were going to help our people.
Before you know it, they're the ones
taking over the poppy fields.
- What soldiers?
- There was these guys.
They had this, you know, silly looking
little skull on their patches.
- Like that?
- Yeah, exactly like this, with the one eye.
- It's the insignia of a Special Ops command called MAR,
Marine Application Regiment.
They served in AfgGhanistan and, like most,
are now stationed in North Carolina.
- If any active duty personnel were involved,
that would be military CID.
I can make some calls, but they keep things
pretty close to the vest.
- Well, we know the product is being distributed
in the New York area.
- We do? - We do.
And it's conceivable that some MAR vets
settled here after serving.
- Veteran Affairs would know if any registered in New York.
- Better yet if they're hosting any support groups.
- Or it could be a puppet charter.
- What's that?
- Satellite criminal organizations that provide
support to larger groups.
I dated a Hells Angel.
Briefly.
- So you think it might be militia?
- Maybe. - OK.
Let's get a list of support groups
that have ties to the MAR and see where it leads us.
- I waited six hours at the VA to get half a diagnosis
for my nerve pain, which started
when I was holed up in a hide site for eight days on a recon.
Without a diagnosis, I can't get
any pain meds stronger than the basic over-the-counter junk.
- I now have to watch my kid's baseball game
from the comfort of my car.
The crack of the ball against that bat,
and all I can think of was my fellow comrades'
bones snapping as the ground vehicle rolled on top of them.
I made such a scene
my own kid asked me to stop coming.
[somber music]
♪
- Hey, my name is Henry.
I'm just here to listen.
I don't--I'm not ready to talk, but I do want to say
that I appreciate y'all's stories.
It helps.
- We appreciate you joining us today.
Hey, let's take 15, everyone.
Henry.
- Hey. Hank.
- OK, Hank.
Hank, I'm Darian. Darian Morris.
- Hey, Darian, nice to meet you.
- Yeah, yeah. Where you from?
- Uh, South, down South.
- All right. - This your operation?
- Yep, yep.
What brings you here?
- Oh, I don't know, the search, man, you know.
- The search is real.
- It's never ending is what it is.
- Yeah.
- Whether it's a good job, good girlfriend, or good people,
you know?
- Well, listen, when it comes to that first one,
I'll keep an eye out for you.
And on the second one, you're on your own.
- Then you leave me high and dry, man.
- OK, OK.
Well, when it comes to the third one, you know, I--
I can offer a heart that feels what you're going through,
all right, a community that understands,
and some damn good coffee over there.
[chuckles]
- Well, you know, I'll tell you the truth,
I was hoping for something a little stronger.
- What are you talking about?
- I was told you could help me.
- Who told you that?
- Well, friends down South.
- Any friends in particular?
- A good man.
No names.
- Where'd you serve, soldier?
- Iraq, 2nd Battalion, 30th Marines.
- Damn, that's where my old man served.
You know him? Jack?
Jack Morris.
- Yeah, that sounds familiar.
Oh.
- All right, well, hey, listen.
We're about to start up again.
You with us?
- You know, this is all new to me.
I'm a little overloaded right now.
- Yeah, sure, sure, sure.
Yeah.
At your own pace, Hank.
- Yeah, thanks.
- All right, but when you need us, we're here for you.
So please come back, all right?
- Thank you, Darian.
Appreciate it, man.
- All right, hey, you're not in this alone.
- Thanks, Darian.
- [laughs] - It's not funny.
- I mean, it kind of is.
Seriously?
- What?
I have a thing about using public toilets, all right?
- Man, did you talk to your therapist about it?
- Just open the goddamn door.
- [chuckles]
- Oh, man, bathroom's on the right, grandpa.
- Good to see you, Joey.
- You broke into my room?
- And your safe.
- Jesus!
You had no right.
I ought to call the goddamn cops.
- You could.
You could, but I wouldn't.
How long you been using?
- What?
- How long have you been using?
- You think--
oh, wow, wow.
Guys, it's not mine.
A vet buddy asked me to hold on to it for him,
so I did him a favor.
- Yeah, did he ask you to deal it, too?
- Oh, so now I'm a drug dealer?
Oh, go to hell, Randall.
- Joey, let's take it easy.
Take it easy.
Look, we know it's yours.
We also know it comes from the same region in AfgGhanistan
that you were deployed to.
- This is--you guys both have lost your minds.
- Do you know how it's brought in?
- What?
- Do you know how it's brought in?
- OK.
OK, this isn't even about me.
- It is. - Is it?
No, no, no, I'm just another one of those dirtbags
in one of your investigations? That's what's happening?
- That's not true, Joey.
Listen, we're concerned about you, man.
- No.
- I mean, you've been acting cagey
ever since our family dinner.
- Really?
This coming from the two guys who get into a brawl
at Ma's dinner table!
- We're not trying to shame you.
We want to help you.
- I don't want any help!
- Joe. Hey, Joey.
Joe, listen, hear us out.
- What? - Hear us out!
I got some experience with this, all right?
My youngest, Connie, she had issues.
And you know what we did?
We got her to a great place in Arizona--
Wickenburg, Arizona.
It's beautiful.
- Oh, Jesus, Jesus.
Are you actually pitching me rehab?
- Yeah. - That's what's happening?
- Yes.
- I'm not a drug addict!
- You got high in my goddamn bathroom.
I found the foil in my trash.
Now, did you shoot up or did you snort it in my house?
- What?
- Did you shoot up or snort it in my house...
- Take it easy! - In front of the grandkids?
I'm not gonna take it easy. Let me see your arm.
- Goddamn it! - Don't touch me!
- Knock it off!
- You don't touch me either.
Whatever this is, it's over, now!
- Hey, Joey.
- Hey, what?
- Joey, don't run away.
- Well, that's the Stabler family MO, isn't it?
- Yeah, well, you're not gonna get far without this.
- Oh, goddamn it.
- We already changed the combo.
- Joey, just hear us out, man.
Listen, listen, it's a beautiful place.
They got a detox wing.
They got counselors.
They even got a pool, all right?
- Go to hell, both of you.
- Could've been worse.
- Right.
.
- Oh, Joey, what a nice surprise.
- Hey.
- Oh, Joey, you're kind of clammy.
Do you have a fever?
- No.
No, Ma, I'm good.
You know the rainy day stash that you kept when I was a kid?
- Sure. - Yeah.
Good, I need it.
- Oh, why?
- Well, my money's a little tied up right now,
and I got to leave town for a bit, just for a bit.
- Oh, already? You just got here.
I just got you back.
- Yeah, Ma, please.
- Where are you going?
- Ma, do you have the money or not?
- Yes. - Where is the money?
- In my sock drawer. - In here?
- Yeah. - OK.
- Joey, are you all right?
- Yeah. Fine, Ma.
- Oh, wait a minute, I just remembered.
I forgot. I spent it.
- Oh, Ma.
Ma, Ma, do you have the money or not?
- No, I don't I bought one of those PlayStations
for Maureen's boys.
- Ma, no!
- Oh, don't talk to me like that, Joey.
What's happening?
Are you all right?
Tell me.
Hey, honey, what's going on?
[door slams]
[dramatic music]
♪
- Oh, there he is, back already.
- Yeah, well, I kind of felt like I needed to come back.
- All right.
You ready to share this time?
What are you really here for?
Alpine Front,
- Yeah, it was the code name for our unit's
objective on the Saddam Line.
- Yeah, I know what it is.
You guys repulsed a pretty heavy
Iraqi counterattack there.
- Yeah, we lost a lot of good men that day.
That's me.
- Yeah.
- I think you recognize him, huh?
- You knew my dad?
- He was a great man, great soldier.
He saved a lot of lives that day.
- When was it taken?
- The day before.
- This is probably the last picture ever taken of him.
- Well, it's yours now.
- You never answered my question.
What are you really doing here?
- I'm looking into an organization
that's moving heroin.
- Yeah, I knew you were here for something else.
You didn't have that look in your eyes.
- What percentage of these people buy from you?
I'm not the one selling.
I'm the one looking the other way.
There's a very small group of people who know what we've been
through, and an even smaller group who are trying
to help us deal with it.
- Help?
With black tar heroin?
- It's just--
- What? - There's so much pain.
- Yeah. - All right, for me, for them.
And I got to help, man.
I need--I need to help.
- There.
Now you're talking like your father's son.
Angus Boone, veteran, ex-Special Ops,
distinguished service
in Grenada, Panama, saw action in Iraq and Libya,
although that's a little murky.
He retired to his family farm on Staten Island
where he makes organic honey.
I'm going to be getting introduced into their operation
through my contact from the Healy House
of Veteran Support Group.
- They're a bee husbandry operation?
- We're betting it's a front. - Got it.
- One of the things we need to establish
is what this operation is.
Is it processing, distribution, or both?
- What's the other thing?
- The nature of their operation.
- Yeah, is it a white nationalist outfit, a militia,
or just a drug cartel?
- Could be hybrid. - Mm-hmm, true.
And we also want to assess how dangerous they are.
- Well, based on the individuals and the training
they've received, I'd say very.
- Boone surrounds himself with combat vets.
- He's a very interesting guy, Boone.
You know, even though he's been out for quite a while,
he's remained in contact with the younger
generation of soldiers, kind of cultivating
a network or a following.
- Boone's been in the bee milking business for 10 years.
- Milking?
- Seven years ago, the Boone family farm
started donating $10,600 annually
to 12 different veteran support groups.
- That's very specific.
- I thought so too.
Then I dug a little deeper,
found over 250 other veteran support groups
receiving $10,600 from an anonymous source every year.
- We think it's all coming from Boone.
- The first dozen on the books are legitimate
charitable write-offs.
The rest is a way to launder heroin profits.
- Or his way of giving back.
Look, he's interesting, and it's complicated.
- OK, people, let's get to work.
.
- You're doing the right thing.
- I know, but--
- What?
- I don't want pity or sorrow, OK?
And I came back home and I hated everybody.
I hated myself.
Angus got me through that and got me through the anger,
made me feel whole again, made me feel like I was somebody,
like I belonged again.
- Sounds like a good man.
- Angus saved my life.
I owe him.
I just wanted you to know that.
- I get it.
- Honey stand's coming up.
Boones are very proud of their honey.
[tense music]
♪
Hey, Mama.
- Hey, Darian.
- Brought a friend for you.
- OK.
- That's Mama.
Consider yourself vouched for.
- That should help with your hay fever.
You come back and see me if it don't.
- We will. - Thank you.
- Hey, Mama.
- What's your name, son?
- Henry, Henry Drummond.
- Where'd you serve?
- Desert Storm, a couple other places
that you didn't find on the news.
- Whereabouts in Desert Storm?
- 2nd Battalion, 30th Marines.
- Semper Fi.
- Oohra.
- You looking for work, Henry?
A place to sleep, food to eat?
- Yes, ma'am, yes, ma'am, and yes, ma'am.
- Trisha.
- What's up, Mama?
- Got a vet looking for work
and a place to sleep,
looks likely.
Take Henry here over to Angus and see what he thinks.
- All right, come with me.
- Thank you.
- Tim, a couple of beers for me and our guest.
[country music playing]
- Thanks.
So what do we do now?
- Now, we wait for Angus.
What's the hurry, bro?
♪
- Hey, you screwed my shot.
- Sorry.
- Sorry?
- I had 20 bucks riding on that.
Cough it up.
- I don't have it on me.
- Hey, pay the man his money.
- Hey, you pay him.
[grunting]
[dramatic music]
- Stand down!
Not bad.
Not bad at all.
Let's take a walk.
[tense music]
♪
It's a special kind of place, Hank.
You understand that.
This isn't just dirt we're walking on.
No, no, this is blood,
300 years of Boone family blood.
It's steeped into the very soil itself.
It's the blood of my ancestors.
Oh, hell, it's the bones of my ancestors.
I don't even know how many of them are buried out here.
All this bloodshed
in the cause of freedom.
There were Boones that fought in the Revolution,
took on the British, the Loyalists.
My God,
Boones even took on George Washington's government.
You ever hear of the Whiskey Rebellion?
- Yes, sir. - Mm-hmm.
Ancestor of mine got himself hanged
for attacking a tax collector.
This is a special place,
and it's a special kind of tribe
you're coming into.
Now, are you ready to serve
a different kind of mission?
- Mr. Boone, I served my country proudly.
But the man who came back to this country
is not the same man who left.
And I don't want pity or sorrow.
I hate pity and sorrow.
And Lord knows I had plenty of good men
who never had the opportunity to come home.
You know, I've been harboring this anger for way too long.
I want to feel whole again.
I want to feel like I'm somebody again.
I just want to belong.
[tense music]
♪
- You're gonna start tomorrow.
You're gonna be working under Tyler.
- All right.
Who might that be?
- Tyler!
He's the fellow whose ass you just whipped, huh?
- Trisha, get this one settled.
- Come on.
Curfew is midnight, but nobody leaves
the property after sunset.
- Why?
- Protection is our number one priority.
That includes for ourselves.
I'll need your phone, too.
Take that one in the corner.
- How long you been working here?
- We're not friends, bro.
You're just the new guy.
Copy?
- Loud and clear.
[door shuts]
[buzzer]
[knocking]
- You seeing this?
- Yeah.
- I'll go get her.
[buzzer]
- What's up? [knocking]
- We got a visitor,
Stacy Bashir, Sam's wife.
- Alone?
[tense music]
♪
- I'm sorry. I didn't know who to call.
I dropped Sam off here a few times.
- Mrs. Bashir, Sergeant Bell.
What's wrong?
- Sam is missing.
I think something's happened to him.
[dramatic music]
♪
.
- What happened to Joey?
- What do you mean?
- He's different.
What did you do?
- Nothing.
I, uh--nothing.
- No.
Look, he was always my good, sweet little boy.
He was my good son.
And now I don't know.
He spent a little time with you and Elliot, and he's changed.
He's totally different.
- Ma, just calm down.
Tell me what happened.
- He came here.
He needed money, and he remembered my rainy day stash.
- Oh, no, mother of God.
You didn't give it to him, did you?
- I couldn't.
I had spent it, and I forgot that.
And when I told him, he got so mad.
I've never seen him like that.
He just got so mad at me.
What happened?
What did you do to him?
- I didn't do anything to him, Ma.
- Well, you did something. - Ma.
- You did something to him.
What did you do?
- Ma, I didn't do anything!
- Yes, you did.
I can tell.
He's different.
He's totally different. - Ma.
- Leave me alone!
Get out of here.
- Where is she now?
- Hospital.
She was having heart palpitations,
so I told Reyes to take her down there for observation.
He'll sit with her until the uniforms get there.
- Can't take any chances.
- I was able to track Sam's phone from the daycare center
to a bakery in Queens and then it went dark,
hasn't been activated since.
- CCTV footage around the bakery isn't great,
but we were able to clock what appears to be Detective Bashir
entering the bakery at 1:07 p.m.,
then leaving with one of the employees 20 minutes later.
- Did you get an ID on the employee?
- It took some doing, but turns out
he is a new hire for the bakery.
We were able to match him from his Green Card application.
- Rayan Wardak, 27, born Kabul, AfgGhanistan,
been in this country two years.
- Reyes, don't bother sitting down.
You're coming with me. - Where?
- Got a lead on a guy who may be able to help us find Sam.
- Let's go.
- Hey smoke 'em good before you open them
so the stupid little jerks don't fly out
and freeze to death.
- Uh-huh.
That's how you make honey?
- Hey, you get to do this next, so pay attention.
[tense music]
♪
- That's him.
- Mr. Wardak?
- Hey! Police!
- Damn it!
Reyes, keep going.
[dramatic music]
- Hey, hey! Whoa! - Hey!
Whoa. - Really?
♪
- [grunts]
- Reyhan Wardak, you're being detained as a witness
in an ongoing investigation.
[handcuffs click]
- We know you met with Detective Bashir.
You were the last person to see him alive.
Where is he?
- I can't tell you anything.
- You can't or won't?
- Both.
- Sam and Stacy are your friends.
Why won't you help them?
- It's not that simple.
- OK. Well, help us understand.
- Samir knew I lost a brother to GGhani's jewels.
He asked if Ghani also ran heroin.
I said I wasn't sure, but I know some people
from when I was an interpreter back home.
So I made some calls, set up a meet.
- What happened?
- While we were waiting,
this truck shows up,
very nice SUV.
These two guys got out that I don't know.
Samir went to go talk to them.
I couldn't hear what they said.
I don't know why he left with those men, I swear.
- Can you describe them?
- I couldn't see much.
Two men, suits and ties.
- What about the vehicle, the SUV?
- Dark, expensive,
had these crazy rims,
bright red line, very, you know, gangsta.
- It looks like there's a lot more to this
than a bunch of cowboy beekeepers.
- We need to get word to Stabler.
- Yeah, but how?
[tense music]
- Enjoy.
- Good afternoon, Mama.
- Where in the heck have you two been?
- Keep your shirt on, Mama.
- You should be so lucky.
- Sorry we're late, Mama.
- Well, at least one of you knows his manners.
Start restocking.
And you move the stash to the shed.
- Yes, Mama.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Oh, wow.
- Oh, my God.
- Mami, look at this.
- Oh, how precious.
- This is so cute.
- Oh, my God.
OK, um, babe, can you take a photo?
And hold my bag.
- Well, why can't I be in the photo, too?
- Well, we'll get a selfie.
- I know, but you don't ever put me in the profile.
- Welcome to Mama Boone's Honey Farm.
What can I do you for?
- Hi, uh, we're just doing a blog,
like eating local in Staten Island,
and your stand is absolute perfection.
- Yeah, we were just thinking of, you know, taking some pics
and maybe sampling some honey.
- Well, you are more than welcome.
- Yeah.
Damn it!
Babe, we forgot the sign. - Qué?
What sign?
- The--the Mama Boone's road sign, like a mile back.
We need that picture.
- No, we won't be heading back that way until tonight.
It'll be dark.
- Yeah, I don't care if it's the middle of the night.
We're getting that picture.
.
[tense music]
♪
- What the hell are you doing here?
- I was told to pull you out, orders.
- Why?
- Sam, he's missing.
- What do you mean missing?
- We traced his movements to a known associate of Al-Tamarud.
Look, long story short, he was last
seen driving away in a tricked out SUV
accompanied by two men in dark suits.
- Doesn't sound like our skull.
- Yeah, and Sarge is not happy, so she wants you back.
- Stacy OK?
- No, she's shook up.
And right now, she's at the hospital
under protective custody.
- OK.
All right, you tell Sarge that you tried.
- Hey, Elliot, don't do this to me.
♪
- Hey. - Hey.
- What are you doing out here?
- Going for a walk.
I get these nightmares.
- You know that's against the rules.
- I tell you what,
when I get these nightmares, and I wake up screaming,
trust me.
It's either a walk or someone's gonna get a bullet
in the head, so.
- We're gonna go see Angus.
- What are you talking about?
Come on, man.
- Walk.
- I'm telling you, you're making this a bigger
deal than it needs to be.
Let me just go back to the bunk room.
- Move.
[grunting]
♪
- What the hell happened?
- Guy tried to shoot me.
[panting]
♪
Guy was sneaking around.
When I asked him what he was up to, he drew on me.
- He say where he was going?
- Doesn't matter where he was going, Ma.
If he's hiding something, we can't abide that.
- You think he's a plant?
- I don't know, could be.
Feds have been after us for years.
- Not Hightower.
He's good.
- Oh, yeah?
You're willing to vouch for him?
Huh?
I didn't think so.
Who's gonna take care of this?
- I'll do it.
I'll toss him in the back of the truck.
Trust me. No one will ever see him again.
- No, I want him alive.
- Ma.
- Trisha, take him to the vet.
He'll know what to do.
And tell him when he comes to, call me.
I want to know what he knows.
- You got it, Mama.
- And then, you can kill him.
You--
you did good, Henry.
Keep it up.
♪
[soft country music playing]
♪
- ♪ I haven't seen you in months ♪
- [whispers indistinctly] - What?
[tense music]
♪
- What is it? What am I doing?
- What you're told. Get in the back.
- Why? - Just do it.
♪
[engine starts]
.
[dramatic music]
♪
[wolf howls]