They say home's where the heart is.
For me, it's where they tried to bury it.
They came for me and Morgan,
tried to make us leave.
But this is our home,
and I'm not running.
Not now, not ever.
This time, I'm ready to stand my ground.
Let me grab that.
I'm fine.
I'm not as fragile as you think.
I didn't say that. You're my rock.
Howdy folks.
How's it going?
Sheriff.
Going somewhere?
We're going to her brother's.
What can we do for ya?
I was hoping you've been thinking about the offer.
It's good money for a place like this.
More than it's worth.
We haven't had a chance to decide.
We'll let you know.
Okay.
One thing.
Who exactly wants to buy it?
Does it matter?
Some friendly advice.
You should take the offer.
Like my wife said, we're thinking about it.
Don't think too long.
You drive safe now.
Ma'am.
That was weird.
Wasn't that weird?
Let's go.
Hey? Jack.
Hey. Jack.
Jack.
Jack. Hey? Jack.
Where'd you go?
No, I'm fine.
I've been there.
One minute you're here, the next you're back in Afghanistan.
Thinking about all the times I saved your ass.
I think you got that backwards.
Yeah right.
Is my sis treating you right?
Is my sis treating you right? I know she can be a handful.
Excuse me.
Oh.
She's my better half. Absolutely.
Maybe you also stay another day?
Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking.
We've got an early start tomorrow.
Jack's got a handyman coming to help with the house.
My mom left a lot of crap.
We're still boxing up her stuff.
Well, I wish you guys lived closer.
It's was great having you here.
Hey, there's this beautiful three bed for sale right down the street.
I'm just saying.
Well, we do already have an offer on the house.
And there's something about that town.
It just feels off.
How so?
Well, the only two black people I've seen were working the drive-through.
And the Sheriff.
That guy's an Uncle Tom.
He's gotta be on some kind of payroll.
We'll give it another month or two.
Yeah, see how we like it.
Either way, you gotta be here when it's time for Blake.
I can't wait to meet him.
Neither can I.
Blake?
You mean Charlie.
Blake.
Bon voyage
Take care.
We're almost home.
Go back to sleep.
Honey, we are home.
- What if we just sold?
As is.
- Okay.
- Really?
Just like that?
- Yeah.
It's just a house Morgan.
What maters for me is you and Charlie.
- You mean Blake?
- Go on.
I'll be right up.
- Honey!
The power's out.
Earl.
- Hey.
- You guys are back so soon.
- Yeah.
- But you're supposed to come back tomorrow.
- Nope.
- I thought you were.
- Jack.
Earl.
You're drunk.
Go home.
- They said they were coming.
- Who was coming?
- Look, I don't want no part in this.
Nothing to do with it, nothing.
- What are you talking about?
- Your wife.
Honey.
Yeah, I'd like to report an emergency.
Stop!
Jack!
Oh stop!
So uh , we've been talking.
And we don't want to buy the house anymore.
We just want you out.
You hear that dipshit?
We want you to fuck out of our town.
Okay.
We can leave. We can go right now.
Sssssshhhhh.
Stop!
On her knees.
Now we...
...are going to have some fun.
No!
- Stay down, asshole.
Any good trees around here?
- Aaah, you fucking...
Leon, what the fuck did you do?
The game's over.
Let's get the fuck out of here.
No!
N n n n no!
No.
You used unreasonable force.
What the hell do you mean?
I was defending myself.
They weren't inside.
Of course they were.
They were all three...
in our...
- You were outside when you killed Michael.
Outside.
- What the fuck are you talking about?
- The law.
The stand your ground law.
What?
It's different in every state.
Here, you have a duty to retreat.
But if you can and the perpetrator is inside your house, you can use deadly force.
But when you killed Michael...
...he was outside.
He was outside.
You were supposed to deliver a message, right?
Maybe rough him up.
Just a bit.
Yet, here we are.
Michael is dead. Because of you.
You fucking maggot.
And because of you.
What the hell do you want, Leon?
Look at me!
What the fuck do you want?
- I'm sorry, Dad.
- What? Sorry.
That's not enough.
- I don't know what happened, dad.
You don't know what, Leon.
Listen.
Michael understood that power is only a tool.
But you've got to control it. Yeah.
And if you do,
you can get whatever you want in this world, Leon.
What do you want? Hey?
- I want what you want, dad.
- Yeah, that's good. This is our country.
And we are the heart. We are the blood pumping in its veins.
The colour of our skin , doesn't fucking matter.
What matters is that we have the power.
Over the fuckers who think it matters,
You understand?
It's all an illusion.
You see, power... got to be controlled.
Michael understood. Now, why the fuck can't you?
Huh?
Just get 'em out of here.
Move.
The fuck out.
And that is why the
defendant was well within his rights.
He had to defend himself...
Born in Norway.
Moved here when you were 13.
Same house.
Your mom recently passed.
Sorry to hear that.
And now you're back to settle the estate...
...that right?
Stop me, if I get something wrong.
Average student in high school. Did not attend college,
joined the army at 18; Afghanistan, Syria.
You graduated to the Special Forces where you spent some years.
But three years ago you were dishonorably discharged.
That's a rare thing.
Care to explain what happened?
- Is this related to last night?
- I have an opportunity to help you.
What I don't know is if I should.
Says here you disobeyed orders.
Got some fellow soldiers killed.
Is that what got you discharged?
- If it says so.
I want to hear it from you.
There were two kids. They were gonna get killed.
And I got them out
by helping them I...
Put some of my brothers in a bad position.
You made a decision, did what you thought was right.
The story is different here.
- It usually is.
What about the fuckers who killed my wife?
Are you going to let them walk?
- They'll get their day in court.
- Let me take care of them.
- The last thing this town needs is a loose kind of soldier out on a manhunt.
This is not Afghanistan.
You will be charged for murder.
You will serve time.
- They've offered a plea deal.
It's pretty good considering the circumstances.
- What circumstances?
- She was--
- Go on.
- Black.
She was black.
- So you are saying my wife got what she deserved?
- No.
But the law is--
- The stand your ground law.
- Yeah.
- Fuck the law.
And fuck you too.
- These aren't people you mess with.
Including you.
How long?
- Six years.
That's all.
- We have men on the inside.
- No, no, no.
Let him rot.
Get fucked.
Yeah.
We'll be here when he gets out.
- Daddy.
Daddy, Daddy, when is Mommy coming back?
Ah, hey Molly, Molly, Molly.
You're supposed to be in school, or what? No?
What?
- When is Mommy coming back?
- Well she's coming back tomorrow.
Or the day after tomorrow.
- You said that yesterday, and the day before...
...and the day before that.
- I did?
Listen, Molly.
Come on.
Let's sit down.
Are you okay?
You see,
it's a little bit strange, but a lot of things have happened around here lately.
- What things?
How old are you?
- Eleven.
- Eleven years.
So, I can be direct and honest with you, right?
You see, your mother,
she might never come back.
Because...
...she doesn't love me anymore.
She doesn't love Leon anymore.
Most of all...
...she doesn't love you anymore.
- I don't understand.
- One day you will.
You will, one day.
Now off you go.
Thank you.
- Hey bro.
- Hey Joe.
- Hungry?
Let's go.
It's good to have you back man.
Look at the size you man.
If you need anything, you know where to find me.
Well Jack, you good, I can stay with you for a couple days if you need me to...
...I don't mind.
- I'm fine.
- Okay.
If you need me, just call, I got your back.
- Thank you, Joe.
Hi Earl.
Nice place.
- Hmm, yeah.
Shirley left me.
Couldn't handle the drinking, it got to her.
But the good news is, three years sober.
- Do you know where I can find Leon?
And this other guy, his friend.
- His friend would be Derek.
- Yeah, Leon and Derek.
- Well, you might find him at Wishbone.
It's a bar just off Route 30,
but if you want to go all the way to the top,
you're looking for Bastion.
He runs everything in this town.
Everything.
Okay.
Hey, Jack.
I want to apologize for that night.
And not a days goes by that I don't think about it.
- That makes two of us.
- What'll you have?
- A beer.
Three-fifty.
- Keep it.
Well, you can't sit there.
- Why?
- Because I said so.
Get the fuck up.
I don't want any problems.
Nor we.
- I'm looking for some friends of mine.
Leon and Derek.
Do you know them?
This is the part where you leave.
Before I change my mind,
Okay.
Oh, fuck you....ah, fucking assholes.
What's up Jack?
The address.
I need it after all.
- Yeah, I'll send it to you but I don't want you getting to any more trouble.
Do you need help?
Alright... You be careful Jack.
Yes sir, I'm on it.
Hey Molly, you should go home.
Why?
Because your father and I just finished a game of chess.
- What?
- I think you understand.
- Well, what does that make me? A pawn?
- Well that depends.
Are you?
You Jack?
Yeah.
Joe called how can I help you?
Long time no see Jack.
Feels good to be a free man again, right?
If I was you, I wouldn't waste that.
I'd go pack my bags, leave town, see the world.
Get the fuck off my property.
Come on.
How am I gonna take you seriously when you talk like that.
Hgh Aahh..
You catch something good?
Why don't you come over and have a look?
- So that's your play, huh?
Stand your ground law.
I enter.
You legally get to bash my head in.
Something like that.
It's good to see you, Jack.
We'll do this again.
Real soon.
Are you ready to talk?
Fuck you.
I'm looking for some friends of mine.
Leon and Derrick.
You can choose
Should we start with your balls?
Or your face?
Or maybe your eyes.
- Please, please.
- No.
Let's talk.
Who's this?
Who?
Ah.
Uh.
Hold on.
- There's a lot we could do with that now.
- Leon, Leon you gotta take this.
- Not now.
- Leon, now!
- Hello, who is this?
- I've been waiting a long time for this.
- I'm glad, I'm very happy for you.
- Six years to be precise.
Your brother didn't have an open casket, did he?
No.
I guess it wasn't much left of his face.
- You.
You motherfucker.
- You took everything away from me.
And now, I'm gonna take everything away from you.
- Hey, you listen to me.
There will be nothing left of you
when I'm done with you, you hear me?
- You fucking hear me motherfucker!
- You know where to find me.
- Hello.
Fucking....
- Not sure.
I think it's Benny.
That fucking rat. Just kill him. And bring Jack to me.
- You got no idea who you're messing with, man.
Actually I do.
- Now what?
- Sometimes I'm a nice guy.
So I'm gonna give you a second chance.
- You're not gonna kill me?
- You better leave before I change my mind.
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
I need to take this.
- I thought I was doing this alone.
Yeah, yeah...
- Leon and his buddies just showed up.
What the fuck, Leon?
Just tell him to get the hell out of there.
He might be an idiot, still my son.
Charles, bring me Jack alive.
I want that fucker alive.
Sorry about that.
We're all in agreement then, are we?
Leon, wait!
Leon!
Get up! Get up!
Get in, shit!
Shit!
- You're gonna be alright, kid, just hold on.
- Don't fucking...
Oh shit.
Charles, stop!
- Shut up!
- Oh shit.
- Don't fucking die on me, you fuck.
- Shit, shit, shit.
- Put fucking pressure on it!
- Hey, hey.
Charles - Kid?
- Fuck!
Fuck!
I know what you're doing, Jack.
I'm not stupid.
- I have the right to protect myself and my property.
You know whose son you killed?
Yeah. Two sons by now.
They will be back, Jack.
Worse things are coming.
- The worst happened six years ago.
And I'm still alive.
- So you kill them all. Then what?
I may sell the house after all.
Are you still interested?
He's lucky to be a-fucking-live, I'll tell ya.
Maya, give me the cuff and hold this.
Come on, hold that.
- How we doing, Doc?
- It's pretty bad.
- He's gonna live, right?
Nothing is certain.
- In my world, it is.
Just hang in there, Leon.
Just hang in there.
It's gonna be alright.
Well, he's stable for now.
I gotta leave, I'll...
...come back in a couple of hours.
- Thank you, Sam.
- I'll leave Maya to look after him.
- Thank you.
Do you mind? I want a moment alone.
Stupid fuck.
Yeah, I should have taken better care of you.
It will not go unpunished.
I'll take them all.
How about smoke grenades?
- I'll take those too.
That's some deer hunting you're planning.
Follow me.
- Those deer aren't gonna know what hit em.
- I'm not hunting deer.
- I know what you're hunting.
It's why everything's half price.
- How's he doing?
- He's hanging in there.
- Same guy that killed Michael?
- Yep.
- Why?
- Karma's a bitch, Molly.
- Send Dwayne to deal with him.
Are you giving me fucking orders or what?
Huh?
Hey Maya, leave us alone.
And you sit down.
You're a lot like her.
So beautiful, right?
Smart.
You know, I'm not so sure about
where you stand, your feelings.
- What are you talking about?
- Some little bird whispered in my ear.
- I am not my mother.
- Good.
- You still believe there's good and evil in this world?
- I do.
- You do?
You're fucking wrong.
There's only us.
And them.
Don't you fucking forget.
Now leave.
And don't fucking give me an order ever again.
What do you want Earl?
- I brought you something. My wife's recipe. Well, ex-wife, you know Shirley.
You expecting somebody?
- Yeah.
- You need to eat, Jack.
I'm not the best chef in the world, but this taste great.
Shirley's grandma gave me the recipe.
Enjoy.
- Thank you Earl.
It smells good.
You shouldn't stay here tonight.
It's not gonna be safe.
- Okay.
If you say so.
Enjoy.
- Fucking good, Earl.
Fucking good.
What's up, Jack?
Is you offer still on the table.
Sure his brother.
Handyman Joe is on his way.
Do I gotta bring anything?
- Bring some extra tools.
I'll see what I can do.
Bye.
- What was that?
- Jack needs help with the sheet rock.
- Yeah, right.
Sheet rocks?
What about our toilet?
- I'll do what I get back, promise.
Boss wants him alive!
You got that?
Oh, fuck.
I told him.
What the fuck was he thinking?
- What's going on?
Ask your father!
Come on, Jones.
God damn it.
- I'm not feeling so good.
I think I'm gonna be sick.
- Hey, hey, look at me.
We trained for this, okay?
- No, I didn't.
Did you?
- Hey, Jones, just pull your fucking big boy pants, okay?
Hmm
- Okay.
- Okay?
- Okay.
- and breathe...
- Hey!
Secure the rear.
- Don't let this motherfucker slip out.
- Uh, I don't think bringing him alive is a,
is an option.
Don't fucking talk, just bring him here right now.
I want him here!
Do what I'm fucking paying you to do.
Fucking idiots.
You're pretty.
Maya.
Can I see?
You're very pretty, Maya.
And I'm old.
Too old for you, perhaps.
Too ugly?
Thank you for taking care of my son.
Yeah.
You will be rewarded.
Hey, Jack! You still alive in there?
- Yeah!
- You know how this ends.
You're gonna die, Jack.
- I died six years ago, you fuck!
Okay, I'm going in.
You stay behind.
Cover my ass.
- Okay boss.
- Oh shit.
- I stood by last time.
Watched you thugs kill good people.
Now you get the hell out of our neighborhood.
Holy shit, Jones.
- Come on.
- Get him out of here, I'm going in.
- What the fuck just happened?
- Earl, you crazy fuck.
Come on.
- I think I'm hurt.
- Gotcha.
- You know I got shot.
- Yeah.
I'll get you in here.
- I'm bleeding a lot.
Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Dad!
What the hell are you doing?
- Okay, you want to join us?
- Enough is enough!
- Oh, that's what your mother used to say!
- You fucking bastard!
- Hey, watch your mouth!
Molly, remember, there's only us and them. Remember what I told you?
You only need to pick a side, Molly.
Are you with me or not?
Are you with me or not, Molly? I'm sorry. So sorry.
Nobody cares what the fuck you think.
Are you with me or not...
Now, who the fuck cares what you think anyway?
You're just a spoiled little brat, living in the fucking dome of glass.
Now wake up, for fuck's sake!
Or get fucked.
Jack!
Jack, are you there?
...Oh god.
You're a stubborn son of a bitch.
- Are you gonna take me to him? Is that the deal?
- You move wrong...
- I take out your other leg.
Up you get Jack. That's right.
Walk.
Left, right.
Prison got you slow, Jack.
- It's not all about speed. Drop it.
- Look at you Dwayne.
- You're under arrest.
- Have you been smoking crack cocaine again, Mr. Peekaboo?
- Put these on him.
- I think you forget who you work for.
- Do as I say Jack.
Now!
Jack!
Good night, Molly.
- Will he ever wake up?
- That's not for me to speculate, Molly.
Now it's up to the big man upstairs.
He hears prayers, creates miracles.
I'll come back in the morning.
- Sam.
You knew my mother.
- Why did she leave?
- I wish I knew Molly.
- Please don't lie to me.
- Everything she did was to protect you, Michael and Leon.
- From what?
- How can you say she protected us leaving us with him?
- Why didn't she just take us with her?
- She had no choice, Molly.
She had no choice.
- You know where she is.
- Molly,
don't you ever tell your father.
- Thank you.
You would make a piss poor medic.
- Beats you bleeding out.
and staining my rugs.
You need to get to hospital.
- Don't you mean we?
- I'm not finished yet.
- So that's how it is.
- I just got stabbed for your dumb ass and now you wanna stick around for the encore.
- Can you drive?
Hey! Hold it right there!
- Jones, Jones! It's me.
- Oh.
- All's clear, boss.
- You're still here?
- You told me to cover your ass which I've done.
- What about Earl?
- He's okay. I should probably get him to the ER.
Listen, Molly just called, Bastion is on his way.
- Fuck.
- Yeah, we gotta move.
- Jack, please come with us.
Come on, Jack.
Jack.
I'm begging you.
- I'm not going anywhere.
This ends tonight.
Come on, Jones.
- You took your sweet time getting here.
- Gimme a break Jack, I hit a fucking deer.
You good?
I made it.
- Thank you, Joe.
- Anytime, you know that.
- What did you tell Aileen?
- Putting up sheetrock.
But I had to be here.
I'm a better shot than you.
And you'd be fucking dead without me, so...
Here I am.
- I think you got that backwards.
- Oh yeah, right.
What are you doing?
- I'm doing my job.
- You shouldn't be here Sheriff.
- Listen, I'm giving the orders around here.
Okay.
Bastion.
I want you and your men to leave.
Get off the property.
- Hey, Jack, how you doing?
- You heard me.
Get off the property now.
Yeah, I was wondering if you could come down here
and have a talk, man to man.
- No thanks.
- Okay Jack!
Have it your fucking way.
- Why don't you come to the kitchen for a cup of coffee?
That's a good one. That's a really good one.
- For the last time.
Leave this property.
Or I'll have you arrested.
- If you're so fucking keen to have somebody arrested,
now you get your fucking black ass in there, and arrest him.
- I don't take orders from you anymore.
- No?
- No.
- I'm done protecting you.
Is that for real?
- Is that for real, Mr. Sheriff?
He touched my fucking cap.
Ice front, scan slow.
Move, move, move.
Check your six.
Watch your six.
Clear. Check second floor.
Contact!
Grenade!
Stay frosty.
Confirm status, over.
Eyes on target.
Watch your six.
We're working blind here, stay linked.
Confirm status, over.
Where you going, huh?
No visual.
Watch for shadows, Roger.
Time to go, Jack.
You go.
Get Dwayne out of here.
- I'm not leaving you behind.
- I'll cover you.
- Jack.
- Trust me brother.
I'll be fine.
Give me a countdown, Jack.
Three, two, one.
Go!
'the fuck up Dwayne. Come on!
Come on!
Let's go, come on.
So...
...I have news.
We're pregnant.
Aren't you gonna say something?
I thought you'd be happy.
- You have a name in mind?
- Blake.
- Weird.
I was gonna say that.
Okay, just go in and get the fucker.
I'm done.
Now I'm gonna blow the whole fucking world up.
Did I scare you?
Uh....?
Oh shit, I scared you. I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to scare you, come sweetheart.
Sit down.
- Don't. You're sick.
- That's very rude. It's very rude.
- You shot Dwayne. Why?
- He deserved it. We're better off without him.
- Well he's not dead. I was with him in the ER. He told me everything.
- The fuck is not dead, huh? Makes me a bad gunslinger, I suppose.
- How many have to die before you're happy?
- Listen, Mol. I am happy whenever I see you. Come.
- You're not human.
- I have to get Leon out of here.
- Bring us all to the morgue. Bring us all to the fucking morgue.
- Leon? I'm getting you out of here.
Get out. I'm not here for you.
- You killed him.
- He killed my wife.
And child.
I didn't ask for this girl.
- Jesus fucking Christ. You're a fucking pain in my ass.
Now you say hello to your wife for me.
- Stop it!
- What the fuck are you doing?
Put the gun down!
Dad...
- Molly!
Put the fucking gun down.
I said put the fucking gun away.
- Dad...
- Okay, have it your way.
Bitch.
The world thinks it's over.
That I'm gone.
But death is not an end.
It's a passage.
A whisper of change.
And in the quiet,
the wheel turns,
waiting for its time.
Welcome back boss.
- Gotta say uniform suit you.
- I've been showing him the ropes.
- That's a scary thought. Carry on.
- Okay guys, I'm outta here.
- We'll miss you, Molly.
- The job is yours when you're back, if you still want it.
- I don't think I'm gonna come back this way again.
- Understandable.
- Where are you headed?
- What's the matter with you, Jones? She's heading up north to see her mom.
- Oh, right. Yeah.
- I wonder if she'll recognize me.
- Of course she will.
- If you say so?
Listen, Molly.
You've been through a lot.
Best cure?
Never look back.
Start anew.
You deserve it.
- Thank you.
Uh...
Listen, I just wanna say something before I go.
Thank you guys for opening my eyes.
You guys stood up.
Am I proud over what I did? No.
But I did it.
Didn't I?
You have to stand up.
Even when the odds are stacked against you, you have to.
You have to do the right thing.
Otherwise...
Otherwise there's no light.