Treason (2020) - full transcript

[wind blowing]

What if we could create...

the ideal society...

the perfect nation...

in our backyard?

♪ garage rock

Without the resources to fund
our nation,

that question lingered for ten
long years

until 1998.

When the Republic of Kallipoly
was born.

[high pitch voice]
What happened in 1998, Mr.
Wilson?



Well, it began with a tragedy,
as most great things do

with the death of our inlaws.

It began with uh...

a tragedy, as most great
things do,

with the death of a
dear relative, who left
us a ranch.

I set to work on a
constitution.

And within a year, we had our
nation.

[intercom beep]

Grant, it's Raymond.

You alone?

Yeah.

[gate buzzing open]

[harmonica playing]

[bell ringing]



Grant.

Morning, Raymond.

Welcome to Kallipoly.

Can I fix you a coffee?
No, this won't take long.

Good. I got a real busy day.
Course you do.

You see we started redoing
the backyard, putting in a
new pool and everything.

I did see that.
You run it by the fascists?

- Yeah, I went by the
county office.
- Oh, they
have no authority.

They pulled up the survey. It
seems that your fence is ten
feet into my property.

Those surveys are out of date.
They don't include treaties
made

by me and the previous owner.
- These treaties written down
anywhere?

They were gentlemen's
agreements
between me and Mr. McGregor.

So there's no proof?

How's my word?

Listen man, I really hate to dothis, but but we're squeezing
in this rock waterfall

and that pump system needs
more space than a golf course.

- We could really use this land.
- You delcaring war?

I'm coming to you as a
neighbor, trying to work this
out peacefully, so we

don't need to get the court
involved.
- Whose court?

The Republic of Kallipoly
is a sovereign nation.

You're an American, same as me
man, no matter what flag you put
out front.

Listen.

Don't be coming to my property,my nation, and telling me what
I am and what I ain't.

Easy, Grant. I'm just saying,
legally, you're a citizen. I
wanna fix this

in a neighborly way.
- Neighborly way, is that it?

All right, I'll tell you
what, neighbor. You want my
land, you want my property?

You're gonna have to take it.

- This isn't one of your war
games, Grant.
- I'll take you to court if I
have to.

All right. Raymond,

you just stepped into a cow pieyou ain't never getting out
your rug.

What's that even mean, man?

Get ready for war.
Cuz you're gonna get it.

You'll hear from my lawyer.

You'll hear from my .45.

Savannah! Savannah!

- I'm busy.
- In my office now.

- Yes, Daddy?
- Did you take my pen?

- Which one?
- My signature pen.

Do not touch my personal
property unless I give you
explicit permission.

- You're supposed to play with
toys.
- That is a replica model. Do
you know

how many hours it took me to
build that?
- That's not some toy you find
at a store.

You got it on Amazon?
No, I...

Where's my pen?
This one?

Damn it, Savannah, this is my
signature pen. I wrote our
constitution

with this pen.
This is part of our history.

It's a rollerball.
With elvish on the side.

That's Latin. Do you know what
it says?

'Aut vincere, aut mori.'

Conquer or die, our national
motto.

Well, mine is 'live out loud.'

This isn't a joke.
Are you sure?

Do you have any respect
for the Republic of Kallipoly?

Why would I?
All it does is kill my social
life.

Well, maybe if your deadbeat
friends
can't respect our nation

they shouldn't be your
friends.
- Well, that kinda rules out
everyone.

Except a few gun nuts, and
total weirdos.

What about that Henderson boy?
Bobby Henderson?

He got expelled for
bringing a knife to school.

I'm sure he had a reason.
Yeah, he was angry and

desperate for attention.

Sounds familiar.

Okay. One more word

and you can say goodbye to
summer classes.

You don't need a community
college
hack to be a photographer.

He isn't
Two words, that's it. Goodbye
school.

I wasn't disrespecting you.
No, you contradicted me.

- That's disrespect, plain and
simple.
- So no one can disagree with
you,

about anything?
Watch it.

Or what? You'll burn my
books? You will respect me
and your country.

All right, instead of taking
photographs
of ash trays and fruit bowls

you'll spend the summer with
me and your brother.

I'm not doing your stupid
exercises.

No, you'll film them.
We need a new recruitment
video.

You can't make me do this.

Watch me.

Mom.

Dear Lord, thank you for all
the
blessings you have given us.

And please,
let them be enough.

[knocks on door]

♪ garage rock

Next thing I know, Tammy
Gonzalez
herself is down at my ranch.

Telling me where my cattle can
go,
what kind of feed to give 'em,

how I can use my land.

See now, that ain't none of
her business.

That's exactly her business.
Regulate the hell out of us so

some suit can come and buy us
out.

Yeah, but I mean, she's
supposed to
be working for us, right?

We voted her in didn't we?
Oh, no, not me, no.

Last time I voted was for
Reagan.
Jeez.

She did you wrong.
But they all do. Ya know,

it's not just one man, one
woman
It's the whole damn system.

This country used to be a
place where, you know...

you could build a life.

Buy a property, have a family.
Honest day for honest pay.

Now they got us so tied up in
layoffs and loans and
regulations,

lucky you could even see
straight,
much less build a life.

You like being free, don't
you, Jim?

I do.
How long you been herding
cattle?

36 years.
You think some city slicker
with

new boots knows more about
raising cattle than you?

No.
Course not.

Ya know...

A man's got a choice. He can
either take the hand he's dealt

and hope the dealer doesn't
have an ace up his sleeve.

Or, he can leave. Start his
own game.

That's not a real choice.
What you're doing

What I'm doing is making
myself a goddamn life.

You ever wanna see what real
freedom looks like, Jim? You
come on by.

Hey. Put his drinks on me.

No, you don't need to do that.

Call it diplomacy, ya know.
Keeping things friendly at the
border.

Now Grant, I already told you
twice.

That's legal tender. That's
recognized by 13 nations around

the world and two online
markets.
Yeah, well we take cash.

That is cash.
American.

Tell you what. I'm going to
give you a good exchange
rate.

Five Nortons to the dollar.
Usually it's three to one.

I'll tell you what.

Now you come back with
some real money, or I'm
going to call the Sheriff.

How's that sound?

You ready to start an
international
incident over two whiskeys?

Wait a minute.
I'm thinking about it.

Hey wait a minute, wait a
minute. I'll cover it. I'll
pay for his whiskey.

No need.
Keeping it...

keeping it friendly, right?

Right.

Come on by any time you want,
Jim.

♪ warm organ

It's still too low.

Why don't we just go inside?
You know,
I wrote this as a desk piece.

No, we want the natural
light. It opens it up. Your
office looks too serious.

It is serious.
It's the state of the union.

Okay I'm ready. Just do
whatever you're gonna do.

Action?
Action.

Dear friends, countrymen, and
enemies.
I'm Admiral Grant T. Wilson

the Supreme Leader of Kallipoly.- What are you doing with your
hands?

I'm illustrating my point.
I'm trying to connect with the
audience.

That's not how it reads.

How about, like, that?

The fat cat fascists in
Washington are betraying
their own people.

They refuse to recognize the
nation of Kallipoly.

Their, their, their line?
'Tyranny.'

Tyranny.
Didn't you write this?

Yes, I wrote it, but
I wrote it as a desk piece.

It's like four sentences.
I know, I know, I wrote it.

If you value your heritage,
your freedom, you will make
a stand.

Kyle you're moving.
I need a break.

No, you don't.
My arms are tired.

Shut up and hold it straight.
We're almost done.

Don't breathe.

Line?
Fat cat.

Fat cat no, I said that.

Join us today
in the nation of Kallipoly

for a...

ah, fuck...brighter?

Fuck it, let's just go inside.

♪ humming organ

It's only ten feet.
I know, I told him.

And did you hear them today?
Shouting and firing off rifles

at who knows what?
It's wild country.

Quit talking like Clint
Eastwood.
You're from New York.

They're a different breed out
here.

People that didn't like the
rules of
city life, so they went where

they wouldn't be bothered.
They're bothering me.

It's okay, V. That nut next
door,
he's nothing to worry about.

What about the son?

What about him?

Babe, come on. The dishes can
wait.
Kyle isn't back.

Well, if you roll and you know
attack say, uh...

Venezuela,

I'll roll for him.

Or she can attack Europe
and you roll for yourself.

She can make up her own mind.

Any news from the border?
All clear.

Thank goodness.

I'll end my turn.
Smart.

Time to take over the world.
How? We got you surrounded.

For now.
Why don't you stop being
stubborn

and accept what's coming
and run away like you always
do.

Grant.
I'm just fooling around with
her.

Well, I'd be fine if you two
stopped picking on me.

Hey, there's no rules against
alliances.

Mom, do you want to start an
alliance?

I don't know, honey.
Come on, we have Europe
surrounded.

If you hit Iceland and head
south, then I can come
through Ukraine

and we'll take down the
Eastern Bloc.
Hey, no table talk.

Is there a rule against it?

We don't have that psycho
psychic
connection like you and Kyle.

We have to use words.

I don't see anything about
talking.

Conspire all you like,
it won't do you a lick of good.

We will.

Well?

You gonna quit stalling
and play the damn game?

Mom? Are you with me?

Yup.

This is mutiny.
How? We're enemies.

It's rebellion.
Ukraine...

defend yourself.
Savannah,

this is your last chance.
You can't come back from this.

You attacked me. I'm defending
myself.

Bullshit.
Language.

- Two down, three to go.
- Whoa, I got that myself...

Maybe it's time for a break.
Dessert anyone?

- After we take Europe.
- You guys are just a horde of
Commies.

We defeated you once, we'll
get you again.

- What does that make you, the
Nazis?
- You know, Australia's

not that well defended.
- Ukraine, defend yourself.

You're gonna have to do better
than that.

- Jesus fucking Christ.
G- rant, do not take

the Lord's name in vain.
- I'm sorry, it just came out.

Only one left.

Ah, careful.

Properly, roll em, no spin, on
the table.

Hey, I'm not doing anything.

I must be lucky.

Are you serious? It was one
country?

If you don't respect the rules,
we won't play.

Who wants pie?

[engine starts]

♪ lonesome guitar

Think that's deep enough?

You know, it's getting awfully
hot out here, Molly.

Why don't you go inside and
catch a breeze?

I found a nice breeze.

Hey, why don't you grab me
a cold one, you know, boost
company morale.

Drinking on the job. What wouldthe Better Business Bureau say
about that?

Those sons of bitches don't
know anything.

She knows all about the bureau,son. Just, ya know, keep
working on the ditch there.

Is that why you hired me?
To get drunk and talk shit?

It wasn't the testimonials.

Right now, you got two options.

Is that any way to talk to
your boss?

You can shut your yap and let
us finish. Or you can give us
half day's pay

and we'll go home.

[bell ringing]

If you're waiting for an encore,
I'm afraid you're out of luck.

Oh, I'm just enjoying the
quiet.

Certainly was a spirited Bible
study today.

- I'm sorry if I spoke too
freely.
- Nothing to apologize for.

Sometimes I wish we had
more searchers, less believers.

You know, you haven't missed
a sermon in five months.

They've been a real comfort.
Set up for Sunday school,

lead the potluck.
- I want to serve, any way I
can.

And I thank you for it, I do.
You've given so much love to
this community.

But?

But...

I wonder if, well, more of that
love might be needed at home.

- Pastor.
- It's just, we haven't seen
Grant or Kyle

since Christmas, and word gets
around.

It's hard to get them in,
except for the holidays.

Then I'll come to them.

I'd be happy to drop by,
any time you'd like,
provide any guidance I can.

Thank you, Pastor, I...

Bless you.

♪ dusty folk
I bet they're listening right
now,

through that phone of yours.

Reading all your emails,
tracking
every video you ever watched.

They're not for the people, by
the people.
They're against them.

Yeah, they scare you to the
polls, right?
And they,

they fucking, uh...

put you in debt, and then they
line you up for the shakedown
and then the slaughter.

Yeah, and that's just you,
in this country. You
American people. The rest of
us

in the world? We got it worse.
Vietnam, Iraq, Cuba.

God, you boys, you just
can't stop meddling. You
talk democracy, free
markets

meanwhile, you make sure
no one else has a say.

The founding fathers, man,
right.

That shit rolls downhill.

They were bullied, they were
run right out of town, right.

Bullied completely.
They had a chance to break the
cycle.

But no, they turned bully too.

What's the count, Rick?

The way you're going, I'd
guess you
were four, maybe five deep?

That ain't the bourbon, talking.That's righteous indignation
right there.

Yeah, well, three puts
you over the legal limit.

Look like I'm driving?
That's your truck out front,
isn't it?

Yeah, with my boy in it,
waiting to drive me home.
Anything else, Sheriff?

Ain't you got anything better todo than harass foreign
dignitaries?

I'll let you know when I see
one.

Hey, why don't you quit all
this
them and us talk.

Where were you born?

Hell, where are you right now?

Tell you the truth, I don't
know.

It's supposed to be the land
of the free, but it sure don't
seem that way.

Keep it up, Grant.

I'm waiting for a reason.

That's it, man.
Scare the innocent, protect
the powerful.

Don't you get tired of this
bullshit?

Pretending to be someone
special,

when you're really just
a sad, sad nobody.

Ain't you got another black
boy to shoot?

You're driving.

[singing]
Let it shine, let it shine,
let it shine.

[humming]

It's me.
Don't...

sneak up on me like that.

Sorry, babe.
I can't turn off the training.

- Hey, I thought we were havingribs.
- We are. Braised short ribs

in a red wine reduction.
- Short ribs?

The goofy things the Koreans
eat?

- This is from a Bobby Flay
cookbook.
- You like him.

- I like anything you're
cooking, babe.
- Go on, take a seat

and stop eating the salad.

Ah, there it is.

- How'd it go at the
Patterson's?
- We put down some pipe and
she paid.

Did you ask about their deck?

We got enough online sales,
I don't need to be begging for
loose work.

I know, but most of the
handyman jobs
get done over the summer.

Candice, we'll be fine.

Where's Kyle now?
Studying for the SATs, I hope.

He's in the combat simulator.
He can't play video games

until he studies.
That's no game.

That's the closest he'll
come to real combat until he
enlists or

a Muslim opens fire at an
Albertson's.

Grant, the SATs are
important. Especially when
he only has a home school
diploma.

Only? Hell, he's learned more
here than whatever the hell
they're teaching down the road.

And real stuff that he can use,not just empty facts he'll
forget in a year.

Colleges have to compare him
with other students.

That's the whole point
of a standardized test.

No, the whole point is to
shovel more money into the
ivory tower.

Maybe, but college is still
a wonderful opportunity.

I'm not going to college.

- Y'all need to stop
sneaking around.
- Can't help it, it's in our
blood.

- Dinner will be ready in 20
minutes.
- I'm hungry now.

- Patience is a virtue.
- And confidence is king.

The boy knows what he wants
and he takes it.

Kyle, you should at least
apply, in case you change your
mind.

You know, if the whole world
changes he can go to the
community quack house.

That's not the same as leaving
and having a real college
experience.

Oh, what? Smoking a doobie on a
beanbag? Growing a beard and

protesting the meal plan?
It's more than that, it's

making new friends, trying new
things, finding yourself.

- Well, that sounds dangerous.
- College is for pussies.

Hey, you know your Mom
doesn't like that word.

- Sorry, sir.
- Think of all the fun you
could have.

The things you'd learn,
the people you'd meet.

- I learn everything I need
here.
- See?

- On my computer.
- Don't you want to go
somewhere new?

If I go anywhere, I'm joining
the Marines.

Please just think about it,
okay? For me.

Don't worry about it, babe.
The boy'll be fine.

[wind blowing]

Savannah.

Savannah.

Savannah!

Jesus Christ. What the hell
are you doing pointing a
loaded weapon at me?

It's a squirt gun.

What if I'd mistaken you for
a burglar and shot you?

I had to show you I'm ready.

Send me out there, Admiral.
I'm the best scout you got.

All right, let's see how ready
you are.

Give me that rucksack.

Night vision goggles.

Rope.

Tactical knife. Serrated edge?

Yes, sir.

Compass.

Zip ties.

What's this?

A real gun?
Why would you need a real gun?

A coyote comes at me in the
brush.

Raymond spots me, grabs a
rifle.

Sheriff drives by, mistakes me
for a burglar and opens fire.

This is a stealth operation.
You fire this thing off, your
cover's blown to hell.

What if it gets rough?

Bring a taser.
Sir.

I'm not going out there naked.
I need a gun.

Absolutely not.
An airsoft gun?

They're silent.

Fine, a small one.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What is this?
Tranquilizers.

All right.

Secure that gun. Stow it away.
Okay?

Engage only if fired upon.

Observe and report. Got it?

Yes, sir.

See what kind of progress
they're making on this pump
system

and what we'd need to take out.

Hypothetically.

While I'm in there
No.

This is a recon mission.

Sir, all due respect.

That's not a good start.

What's the point of this
mission?

We know the make and the model,
so I have the specs.

How?
Everything's online.

No, how do you know
the make and the model?

Found the installation order
in their trash.

You go through the neighbors'
trash often?

Only when it's important.

Good work, soldier.
We need your vigilance.

Now more than ever.

Dismissed.

Jesus Christ.

♪ country rock

Another point for San
Francisco:
the nightlife.

You said you wanted to settle
down some place nice and
quiet

with plenty of land. Well, we
got it.

I think there was a reason
this was on the market.

Come on, it's nice here.
Just takes some getting used
to.

Are you used to someone
poking through your trash and

wandering around your backyard?
- Vanessa,

we lived in San Francisco.
Okay, that was different.

- Call the cops.
- I'm not calling the cops.

- Do you want me to do it?
- He's a kid.

Okay. Tomorrow morning, I'll
head down to the court and
get things going.

Once Grant receives an
official summons,
he'll come to his senses.

♪ guitar solo

[gun shot]

[more shots]

Oh that sounds wonderful.

No, we tried, we really did.

The summers are really busy
here.

I can't do that, I can't
leave them alone. After the
third night of burnt
barbecue,

the kids will starve,
and you know how Grant gets.

I didn't mean it like that.

He's been better. Really. Good.

[door opens]

I have to go, Carol. Kyle just
walked in.

Sounds good, love you too.

What were you doing out there?

- Target practice.
- No, before that.

Near Raymond's fence.

- That's classified.
- Kyle, I'm your mother.

Sorry. Admiral's orders.

- I'm also the Vice President.
- Yes ma'am.

Constitutionally speaking, I
have a right to all military
intelligence.

In a national emergency
Emergency? What emergency?

That's classified too.
Kyle.

I was measuring land for a
guard tower.
Next to Raymond's fence?

Wait.

Why don't you take twenty
dollars and go into town
tonight?

- Have some fun, maybe see a
movie?
- Hang out with Trevor.

- I haven't seen him around in
a while.
- Trevor's busy.

Oh.
And I don't need to pay for
the movies.

I know, but you might
meet some new people.

Maybe a nice girl.

I can't...

tonight. I gotta go.

[military gibberish]

You need more spin.

I know how to do it.

Maybe skip the color guard
routine.

All right, let's just start
with the dialogue first. Get
behind me, Kyle.

No, get off to the side.

Behind me.
And hold that rifle up

like you mean business.

This is coming off a little
AlQaeda.

Well, they got results, didn't
they?

I guess. Can we start?

You'll be receiving
specialized training

from one of the finest
military minds in the world.

I studied combat history at
Cal State Bakersfield.

I served three years in
the Merchant Marines

And I've devoted my civilian
life to research and field
testing.

Every version, every bit of
specialized training we offer,

from knife throwing

[knife lands]

to scuba diving

will be instructed by me,
Admiral Grant Wilson.

We need you.

You don't have to do
your own freeze frame.

Goddamn it.
Do not interupt a take.

What?
Should I do some pushups?

♪ gentle guitar

I can't even.

[grunts]
What?

Are those the dailies?
What the hell are you doing?

- Use the door.
- That's not in the
constitution.

- It's common decency.
- Are those the dailies?

- Don't talk like that.
- Isn't that what they're
called?

On a real production. This is
a long shot of you idiots
jerking off in the backyard.

I'd rather be jerking off than
behind the camera.

- That's gross.
- You started it.

And you couldn't do half those
exercises.

Oh yeah, raising
one leg and your rifle
at the same time looks really
tough.

- You wouldn't last a day in
the field.
- Neither would you.

This needs to look cooler.
Can you add some explosions?

Okay, that's stupid and a
waste of time.
I'd like to sleep tonight.

It's important.
For the good of the nation.

Would you shut up about
your stupid nation?

- It's your nation, too.
- I'm an American. Not a
Kallipaloony.

- Kallipaleno.
- This is all just some fantasy
world

that Dad makes us all live in.

If you hate it so much,
why don't you just leave?

I will.

Love you, too.

[counting pushups]

- This is part of your
training.
- Are you saying numbers?

Kyle tells me you're having
trouble with the recruitment
video.

- Sure am.
- What?

Kyle.

Look at me when I'm speaking
to you.

Okay.

This video is very important,
to all of us, okay?

It's the story of the
Republic.
Why we started, where we're
going,

how we've triumphed.
What the future will bring.

And you want me to say all thatwith you two doing pushups in
the dirt?

- And some voiceover.
- That's impossible.

No, nothing's impossible.
That's the magic of movie
making.

That's not how it works.

They have green screens,
and teams of designers,

and footage of interesting
people
doing interesting things.

Right there. Those trees,
behind us.

- That's green, can you use
that?
- Okay, please don't touch
the screen.

You're smudging it. And no, I
can't.

Why not?

Look, we're not asking very
much of you, Savannah. We
just want some

tasteful explosions, maybe
a symbol of the American
threat,

like a...demon eagle.

Zombie Uncle Sam.
That's good. Oh, that's good.

Can you do that?
Sure, that's one of the
presets.

We need a symbol, too.

No, no no no. I'm the symbol.
That's right.

- Can you give me a flaming
sword?
- Me too?

No, that would confuse people.

Okay, look.
I should have the sword.

You're asking for an entire
new movie on top of the basic
stuff we have.

Yeah, so?
It's going to take forever.

Well, then you're wasting time.

Grant.
I'm reading.

- It's important.
- So is this. Did you know

that the US government was
behind
the John Wilkes Booth thing?

Grant, I'm serious.

Go on.

I'm worried about Savannah.

So am I. Is that all?

You're being too hard on her.

Babe.

I'm worried she'll leave again.
This time for good.

Well, then we'll just have to
lock the doors.

What, and forbid her from
leaving the house?

Yup, til she learns some
manners.

Take a year,
less if you let me use force.

She's our daughter, not a
prisoner.

She lives under my roof,
she eats my food, she wears
my clothes, you know.

I made that girl. If I don't
own her,
I got an 18year lease.

We made her.
And she's no one's property.

Well, not according to the
law. I mean, she is for two
more years.

Grant, I'm serious.

I can tell.

But are you almost done?
Cuz I found this amazing theory

about JFK and the teachers
union.

- Grant.
- I'm serious.

Come on, it tracks.
Their damn patsy was arrested

in the book suppository.

Do you know how long I spent
embroidering those pillows?

And?

Hours and hours on each one.
And every day, I set them up
just right

and you waltz in and
throw them off the bed.

Babe.

Just take it easy on Savannah,
okay?
I don't want to lose her.

I'd never let that happen.

You're my queen.

Good.

Well?

- You're my Admiral.
- There it is.

♪ jazzy rock

That's what I said...

♪ music fades out

- That's like three days of
sugar.
- Not for me.

Oh, look at this fuck boy.

- Hi, Trevor.
- Hey, fuck boy.

Elsie.
Daddy's got you running
errands now?

- About to blow up a dam or
some bullshit?
- No.

What are you here to do?

You're a real fucking soldier
now, huh?

Better than being
pussywhipped.

Come on, loser's not worth it.

Listen to Elsie.
You do everything else she
says.

Man, you shut the fuck up.

You're some weirdo loser who's
never touched a girl and
probably never will.

Hey.

Unless your freak sister
breaks you off some.

- The fuck?
- Back off, you fucking psycho!

Come on Kyle, let's go.

No, it's not that bad.
No no no baby, it's not that
bad.

That was so stupid.

And kind of sweet.

Also a little impressive.
I mean, one punch?

That's why they call me Rambo.
Don't.

Always draw the first blood.
Oh my God.

Do you remember those
ammo belts that you made

with the toilet paper rolls?
Dad never let me have the
real thing.

You were six.

Did he tell you about the
court summons?

What court summons?

♪ rising organ

Sweetheart, you have to eat
something.

I'm not hungry.
At least have a salad.

You think that hunger strike's
hurting anybody but you?

That hippie crap never worked.

I'm not doing a hunger strike.

Why's she on strike?
You know, I ran into Betsy

Your sister wants to run away.
What?

I never said that.
Well then what?

What is it? The water pressure?
Aunt Flo still in town?

Grant.

Hey come on, we're just having
fun.

Where you going?
My room.

Sit down.

Let's talk about this after
dinner.

No, we'll talk about it now.

She needs to learn loyalty and
respect.

I give respect to people who
deserve it.
Not...

- The Admiral?
- Can you just call him Dad?

We live in the fucking
desert. Military rank doesn't
depend on station.

- It depends on time served
and...
-b Excellence proven.

You gave that to yourself.

As President. There's a clear
separation
of powers, and your doubt

There's no doubt.
I know you're full of shit.

You're gonna shut your goddamn
mouth until you can speak to me
with respect.

- Grant.
- Quit standing up for
her. Quit letting her go
like that.

- Where do you think she
learned this?
- Mom has nothing
to do with this.

She spoiled you rotten, so now
you're just so, so...

Intelligent?
No.

Decent?

Sorry I'm not a
psycho in training like Kyle.

- What's that supposed to mean?- I think we've all said a few
things

we regret, so
- Quit trying to make peace.

- We're past that.
- What's that supposed to mean?

- It means you're a traitor.
- How?

Stealing state secrets.
Reading mail that isn't yours.

- What mail?
- Kyle!

- Sorry, I had to.
- Don't apologize, son.

You did the right thing. You?

I don't even know what to say
to you. Hell, I'd throw you in
the brig

if I had one.
- We can build one.

- You're both insane.
- And you're a liar.

This is a house of honesty
and you're a regular Rosenberg.

Are you kidding?

We're liars.

All of us.

Kyle thinks this is real.

Mom pretends like we're okay.

And you're just a grown man
who never left his tree fort.

- Savannah, please.
- No, this is good.

We should get
it all out.

Yeah, let the snowflake say
what's on her mind. What is it?

You emotionally
scarred because we
never got you a pink
convertible?

Did you tell Mom about
the court summons? Grant,
what is she talking
about?

Nothing.
Just another letter from
Raymond.

No, not from Raymond.
The court sent it. A legal
summons.

- When were you going to tell
me?
- There's nothing to tell.

Raymond's bluffing, and I'm
gonna call him on it.
Simple as that.

Our real worry is here. This
spy, going through things
that ain't hers.

This is serious.
They could put you in jail for
contempt.

- On whose authority?
- If you went over and
apologized

Apologize? For what? For what?
For standing up for my
Godgiven right

to stand up and defend my
nation?

I'm the one whose rights
are being infringed upon.

I'm being stripped of my land
without due process.

Isn't that the point of court?
Due proccess?

That kangaroo court in town
is nothing but hostility and
outright bullshit.

Sounds familiar.
Where the hell are you going?

My room.

Unless the inquisition is
still happening.

We could all use a break.

All right.

This isn't a truce, just a
cease fire.

Whatever.

We're on total lockdown
tonight.

Alarms. Sensors.

Everything.

♪ dark feedback

[knocks on door]

I'm fine.
Are you sure?

No.

You know, your father didn't
mean it.

He doesn't mean anything he
says

and he's always talking.

And Kyle only gets to talk
because
he repeats whatever Dad says.

They both have strong beliefs.

Do you think he believes any
of it?

Freedom from government,

fighting the liberal
conspiracy.

Whoever it is he hates this
week.

Sweetie, he's your father.
I know.

That's exactly why I need to
do something. I mean, I can't
turn out like Kyle.

He's like a perfect clone, onlyworse because Kyle actually
believes it.

I mean, Kyle's...

gonna die or get arrested and
Dad doesn't even care.

He just wants to play
President.

It's been an emotional
night for everyone. Okay?
If you just get a good
night's sleep,

you're gonna wake up and feel
much better.
- Mom.

This is serious.

I need to leave.

- For my own safety.
- Don't talk like that.

Okay? I would never
let anything happen to you.

I know.

And trust me, your time will
come.

But if you leave now,

it'll hurt too much,
and you can't take that hurt
back.

Mom, don't you get it?
Don't you know why I have to
leave?

You will always be daughter,
no matter what happens.

I love you like nothing else,
but your father...

isn't as forgiving.

You know, he hasn't spoken
to Uncle Bill in 14 years?

Was he always such an asshole?
Language.

Sorry.
He's...

strong willed. Always has been.

You know, the night we first
met, I told him I was voting
for Clinton

and he wouldn't let me leave thebar until I promised to vote
Bush.

- Did you?
- No.

But it doesn't matter.

If you let him win,
he'll forget all about it.

Mom, you're just enabling him.

I'm keeping this family
together.

♪ western rock

Was it the uniform?

- It didn't hurt.
- Or the power?

I mean, it must be fun
to play Vice President.

He wasn't President when we
met.
He was a John Deere salesman

with a few crazy ideas.

And one of them came true?
Not overnight.

He lost his job and got more
serious.

Put up the flag, started
going to conventions. But
things really picked up

the last few years. He, um...

found some, well,
militant groups online

and they buy more courses and
beer coozies
than we can come up with.

Isn't that the American dream?

I suppose.

Do you think he'll go for it?
Put all that behind us?

I'll talk to him tonight. He's
proud, but I think he'll see the
wisdom.

♪ blues rock

How you enjoying the local
brew?
It's good.

Different.
That's right.

Can't find beer like this in
Frisco.

Yeah. Lot of flavor here.
Maybe a little bitter for my
taste though.

You still talking about beer?

What's got you boys so tickled?

Oh, just gabbing. That's all.
Yeah, nothing worth repeating.

Oh, must've been a doozy.
Nah, no, you got that wrong.

I don't know, Raymond here is
ia pretty funny guy. Right,
aren't you?

He's a real wisecracker.

Take it easy, Grant.
No, no, it's a compliment.

Ya know, it's a nice thing to
say.

You here to talk, man?
Well, I was here to drink,
but you seem

to have taken over this flea
shack, too.

- I'm not taking over anything.- Sit down. I'll buy you a
brew, a drink.

- I'm fine where I am.
- That's all right, it's all
right.

He says it's all right, so
it's all right.

It's okay, everything's good.

Cuz he says it.

Why don't you say what's on
your mind
or let us drink in peace?

Why don't we do that?

That's such a nice way to
tell me to fuck off.

- Hey, hey now. No, no, I heardhim. Did you hear him?
- I heard him. The same as you.

You did hear him, right?

I heard him the same as you.
I know exactly what he meant.

What else you got?
Well you know what?

I'll be happy to talk
property lines here and
now. I got no interest
in court.

You're the one who got the law
involved. You didn't exactly
give me a choice,

- did you?
- What choice did you give me?
Huh?

Listen, you go ahead.

Ya know, build your life.

Just go ahead, don't worry
about me.

I'll be fine.
I'll just take whatever scraps
are left.

We're talking ten feet, that's
all.

Yeah, is that all? Just alittle minor invasion, a littleincursion, a little slice of my
nation, my homeland.

Why don't you see if Jim wants aslice, too. Think your judge
would go for that?

- I got nothing to do with this.
- I know. You're too

goddamn dumb, Jim, to trust.

- All right, no, Grant. It's
time to go.
- Pour me another.

- It's time to go.
- Pour me one.

Listen, I'll come by
tonight and we'll talk this
out. Okay?

One step on my property,

and I'll declare it an act of
war.

You missed dinner.

I stopped by next door,
had a nice chat with Vanessa.

Don't trust a word she says.

You know, we can shoot this
tomorrow, and just take some
time to think it over

and maybe sleep it off.
No, goddamn it. We're gonna
go right now

while I'm feeling it.
Feeling what exactly?

This is completely insane,
like a thousand steps too far.

You dare to challenge me.
You dare to insult me. You
dare to dare.

Kyle, this is gonna be a crime.

Which one?
Depends how far it goes,

but at least a few
misdemeanors.

Then we have to make it
extra convincing.

Make sure he doesn't snitch.

Do we still have that
dynamite?
Okay, that's it.

I'm not going to jail for you
clowns. Get fucking back behind
that camera

and you fucking press play.

Follow me.
Keep that camera right on me.

Give me that knife.

[war cry]

Raymond.

We're not afriad of you
and we never will be.

Give up your little game while
you still have what's
important:

your life.

[war cries]

And if you call the cops

that'll be the last call you
ever make.

Next time, I won't miss.

Is that real?

Kyle!

Grant.

What's this?

We have a guest.
Is that Raymond already?

Good morning, Grant.
Oh, Jesus Christ.

Do we have to do this now?
Do not

It's all right, Candice. He's atroubled ma and trouble leads
to blasphemy.

Is that why you're here?
To cure me of my cursing?

I'm here to talk, that's all.

About what?
Whatever you like.

Oh, right.

Can I get some coffee first?

We haven't seen you
at services in some time.

Well, we got the same book
here.

Don't you miss the community,
though?

The gathering of the spirit?

Not that spirit.

Okay, okay.

I saw your video from last
night.

What? How?

Candice showed it to me.
What the hell?

I couldn't let you send that
to Raymond.

She did the right thing.
The threats you made...

If Raymond were to have given
that to the police, you'd be in
jail already.

If Raymond saw that video,
he never would have called the
police.

You were...

convincing.

But either road leads to more
trouble.

Instead of making war,

why don't you try the Lord's
way
and love thy neighbor?

Ya know, if your pal Jesus saw
our world,

he'd cut that 'turn the other
cheek' crap
real quick.

Grant.

Hey, he thought Sodom was
something.
Try San Francisco.

I'll pray for you.

Don't waste your breath.

♪ eerie rock

♪ music fades out

What the hell?

Do not enter my office without
knocking.

That's not in the constitution.

Is there a reason you're here?
What is this map? An invasion?

You are a spy, aren't you? Firstyou steal my tape and give it to
your mother.

Now you're snooping through
my office
Well, it's not hard when

you're passed out drunk.
Goddamn it, I will not be
spoken to

like that by my own daughter.
Well, then stop all the
bullshit

and do the right thing. Are you
seriously gonna risk everything

for ten feet of land?

What is the right thing?

Hmm? Grovel at the feet of
that,
that, that...

smug bastard?
You don't have to talk to
Raymond.

Just go to the court,
tell them it was a mistake,

and then move the fence back.
It was no mistake.

Me and McGregor had an
agreement.

Well, if you had proof...

Since when does a man need
proof
beyond his own word?

Since always.

Sir. I'm ready to
take the fight to Raymond.

What? You're a spy, too?

Just doing my duty.
What are my orders?

Do you guys hear yourselves?

You're like one step away
from mailing out anthrax.

You're packed, ready to go?
Yes, sir.

All right.

Under cover of darkness

we're gonna show Raymond what
we mean.

- What do we mean?
- To take out that pump.

For good.

This is highly sensitive
material.

Yes, sir. I know.

Grant. We need to talk.

Dismissed.

Savannah told me your plan.

You have to stop this war
and settle things in court.

What war?

If you don't go, they'll
decide against us
and take that land back.

And more for the trouble.
We could lose everything.

They can't do that.
They can and will.

We're cash poor, and after the
third
mortgage, the bank owns

more of the house than we do.
Cash poor?

What about the savings
account?
That's for college,

for Savannah and Kyle.
They don't need half that
money, if that.

How many drinks have you had?

Not enough.

Speaking as Vice President.

What?

This is a national emergency
and you are unfit to lead.

Oh, you're gonna impeach me?
You don't have the votes.

I want you to act up to
your title. To behave like
a president, not a tyrant.

You don't think I'm
presidential?

That's okay. Neither do I.
I'm more of a...philosopher
king.

Whatever you call yourself,
you are failing your country.

Better to die free,
than live a slave.

Where are your chains?
Where is your burden?

You wanna know where my burden
is? You wanna see what's holding
me back?

Go look in the goddamn mirror.

You don't mean that.

I could've dealt with Raymond
if it weren't for you.

And Savannah?

You've been poisoning that
little girl's
head from the start.

This isn't about her, or
Raymond,
or me, is it?

This is about you. Like it
always is.

Yeah? Just keep talking,
and I'll tell you what it's
about.

I'll show you what it's about.
Grant, don't.

Keep talking.

Candice.

Babe.

It's you.
I knew you weren't really one
of us, but

I didn't think you'd betray
the Republic.

Excuse me?

Attempted desertion,

espionage, exposing state
secrets.

You mean, because I showed Mom
your insane video?

This goes way deeper than one
leak. It's a pattern of sabotage
and disrespect.

I'm not playing your stupid
game.
It's not a game.

Are you sure?
Now can you just leave me alone

because I need to find out
what happens
when Dad fucks everything up.

Kyle. Go see if it's dark
enough.

Yes, sir.

You think I'm gonna fuck
everything up?

It's a safe bet.

Fuck you.

♪ dark organ

Honey, are you okay?

No.

[gasp]
Oh my God. What happened?

I told him the truth.

Your father?

That son of a bitch.

Where's Kyle?
I don't know,

he just left all geared up
for something.
No, no, I can't...

I can't leave him alone.
Mom.

We have to wait.
Mom, what are you talking
about?

We're getting you out of here
tonight.

You're coming with me.
I can't.

Mom, why? What can you do here?

Kyle needs me.
Mom, please.

I can't leave him alone with
your father.

- How was the mission?
- What mission?

- That was a goddamn snipe hunt.
- Watch your tone.

You sent me out there with a
dud.

Why? To run me tired and shut
me up?

- Explosive didn't work?
- You know it didn't.

Well, you must have knocked a
casing,
slipped a wire loose.

I hit the detonator, and
nothing happened.

So I went back to check,
see if I'd set it right.

Sure enough, I was detonating
a bag full of newspapers.

- There must be some mistake.
- Cover of darkness.

Right, Pop?

Good work, soldier.
Mission accomplished.

This is the good stuff.

Pure as it gets.

And straight up.
Just like God intended.

Mmm. Goes down smooth as you
like.

I'm not gonna toast myself.

Once you get past the burn,
you and bourbon will be fast
friends.

This was a test?

And you passed. With flying
colors.

- Keep this up and you'll earn
a promotion.
- To what?

- How's staff sergeant sound?
- Pointless.

- We don't have a staff.
- Not yet.

- And corporal comes after
private.
- Well, that's in peacetime.

We're a nation at war.

Wow, easy soldier.
You got patrol duty tonight.

- I'm done.
- I can see that.

No, with you and your
bullshit.
Hey, watch what you say next.

- Why? Nothing matters to you,
right?
- This bomb's a fucking fake,
just like you.

- Stand down, soldier.
- I'm not your soldier,

and you're not my Admiral.

You can't leave.

You can't stop me.

I can out run you.

Out fight you.

- Out shoot you.
- You didn't say outsmart.

- It won't come to that.
- Kyle. Thank God you're all
right.

Why wouldn't he be?
Did you send him out there

to blow up Raymond's pump?
Don't worry, he didn't do it.

- Cuz you gave me a fucking toy!
- Honey!

Do not speak to your
commanding officer
with that tone of voice,

with that disrespect.
- You don't deserve my respect.

Oh, listen to that mouth.
Your Marines would have you
eating boot

soon as you got off the bus.
- What do you know about the
Marines?

I served.
In the Merchant Marines
because you

didn't have the gut for war.
[bitter laugh]

Did you do that to her?

- She did it to herself.
- You fucking coward.

Savannah, we should go.

No, no. You should stay.

Yeah, I want everybody
to hear this treason.

So you wanna join the Marines,
prove what a big man you are?

I'm not proving anything.
I want to fight. Actually
shoot people,

not play in the backyard.
Oh, yeah?

You wanna fight? Then why don't
we just square off right now?

- Grant.
- No, no this is good.

- You want a piece of your old
man?
- Hit him, Kyle.

- Pop me, son.
- Stop it, both of you.

No, this is between me and
the boy. I'm a man, goddamn
it. I'm not your boy.

- You're my boy for the next sixmonths.
- Says who, the
Americans?

- Their laws mean nothing to
you, right?
- What does that
mean?

You're still playing by
their rules,
living in their world.

Call yourself whatever
you'd like, but you're not
special.

You're another stupid American.

I...

am the Admiral of Kallipoly!

You're a dipshit playing
dressup.

Whoa.

I didn't mean that.
You know, you surprised me.

Okay.

A shot for a shot. We're
square.

- Kyle, that's your father.
- I know.

- Mom, go pack the car now.
- I need, he needs me.

We're leaving tonight.

- Don't hurt him any more.
- I won't if he stays down.

-Kyle, you're coming with us.
- Where are you going?

- Aunt Carol's.
- The hell you are!

- Mom, pack the car now. Please.
- Go on.

What are you doing?

Completing the mission.
Is that...

Kyle that's real dynamite.

You can't do this.
It's pointless, it's all
bullshit.

So you said.

You're going to risk
everything for
a plan that never made sense.

What are you going to
accomplish out there?

Something.
I'm going to actually do
something.

- I have to defend our nation.
- I thought you were done with
him.

I am. But this asshole's
too weak to lift a finger

and we have barbarians at the
gate.
- Well, what about the Marines?

They won't take you if you're
arrested
for domestic terrorism.

- That's crazy. Do I look like
a terrorist?
- Yes!

Kyle.

Please don't do this.

I have to.
This is who I am.

I know Dad's a fucking moron,
but not everything he said was
wrong.

All we need is a few tweaks
to the constitution and

a new leader with a vision.
- And that's you?

Why not? You could be my
VP, help me rebrand
everything, starting with

the name. Kallipoly. I mean,
what does that even mean?

It's from Plato, kind of.
And look.

It's really sweet

that you want me
to nurse your delusions.

But I'm out of here.

For good.

So you're gonna leave

and you're never gonna come
back?

That's the plan.

Then your vote doesn't count.

Kyle!

Say something, you can stop
him!

Mom!

♪ dark drone

It's quiet.

Mmhmm.

You think she talked him down?

We'll see.

I'm just tired of talking
about him,

worrying, trying to predict
what crazy thing he'll do next.

Yeah, me too.

Is that why you riled him up?
Let him play the big man at
the bar?

I was trying to settle it.
You gave him a stage.

Who knows what he'll play at
next.

[distant]
Kyle!

- Did you hear something?
- Don't change the subject.

- No, V. I'm serious.
- Kyle!

Kyle?

No, nothing's happened yet,
but it's about to.

He has a stick of dynamite.
That's right.

No, my husband did. I know.

Please, just send anyone you
can. Sheriff, ambulances, maybe
a fire engine.

You sent our son out there
with a bomb? What the hell is
wrong with you?

- That boy has got a mind of
his own.
- Grant. It's over.

[phone ringing]

Baby. No, no...
Whoa. It's me. Okay?

Let me fix it. I can fix it.
Let me fix him.

Okay? All right?

No, no, no...please.

I love you.
You're everything to me.

-Grant, I have to do right by
- our kids.
The kids are gonna be fine.

[explosion]

No. Oh my God.

♪ dark piano

♪ music fades out

♪ twangy rock

[door opens]

Goddamn it.

All right listen,
I don't want any trouble.

It's all right, man.
Neither do I.

Come to peacock?

No, I just saw your boy at the
hospital.

He's out of bed already.
Doc's orders be damned, huh?

Right.

- You been to visit?
- No, not just yet.

- Well, go on and order
something.
- I'm not staying long.

Oh come on, Ray.
Don't make me drink alone.

How'd you know I'd be here?

I guessed.

To the death of freedom
and victory over cowardice.

Here's to peace.

You know, Grant, I hope things
work out
for you, man. I really do.

I'll bet.

And, not to speak out of turn,
but you should see your boy.

Whatever's between you, it can
be fixed.

Is that right? Yeah, I'll bet
you got an answer for
everything.

- I should be leaving.
- Hey, hey...

Don't quit now. We're just
getting somewhere. You got

bottles of beer here. Plenty
of it.
- You know...

Ever since you moved into the
neighborhood, you know,

you were all smiles.
- You were really neighborly.

Behind that smile was a
goddamn rat.

- You know, I don't know where
you get these ideas.
- No, you just...

You took everything from me,
you barely left me a bottle.

I hope you're happy
with your goddamn spread.

Grant, It wasn't personal. It
was my land.

You wanted what was mine,
and you took it.

My birthright. Everything.

Now, if that ain't personal,
I don't know what is.

Look man, I'm trying

I was promised the world
and now I got nothing.

- All right, Grant. Can we
just.
- No, no, it's fine. I'm
leaving.

Hey, Ray?

Yeah?

How'd my wife look?

Happier. Take care, Grant.

Fuck you.

To freedom!

Every man's got a choice:

he can play their game

or strike out on his own.

Play his own game,
with his own rules...

♪ music fades out