Outsiders (2016–2017): Season 2, Episode 12 - What Must Be Done - full transcript

NARRATOR:
Previously on Outsiders:

[♪♪♪]

- What's that?
- The end of your career.

We're going on this run. We'll
only take what's owed us...

- water and flour.
- What are you doing here?

They dropped poison
from above onto our fields.

- Yeah, go ahead. WOMAN:
Armed robbery in progress.

- It's your people, isn't it?
- Put your hands up, Farrells.

[GUNSHOTS]

Was counting the money from the
fight last night and something ain't right.

Butch is out, and I'm handling
Hasil's stuff from now on.



Saw him today, man
who killed Breece.

You're under arrest for the
murder of Breece Dobbs.

Could've shot him
dead right there.

- But you didn't.
- Drop your gun, Wade!

BIG FOSTER: I'm
walking away now, sheriff.

MATT: Those samples,
they'll only prove you wrong.

HAYLIE: When those
results come back...

- you're gonna be going to jail.
- I tried.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Yeah?

[♪♪♪]

Elon?

[♪♪♪]

Elon!



[ENGINE RUNNING THEN SPUTTERING]

[PANTING]

It's dead. Looks
like we're walking.

[♪♪♪]

- You all right?
- Yeah.

We should get moving.

[♪♪♪]

♪ The dawn is up There's
fire on the mountain ♪

♪ They'll have to answer
for Their crooked claim ♪

♪ The hollows,
they'll surround them ♪

♪ And they'll go runnin' Back to
the wretched realm they came ♪

♪ Nor will the dogs
of hell refrain ♪

♪ And the land will suffer
Those who came ♪♪

[♪♪♪]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

The ligature marks on the neck
are consistent with the bathrobe...

that was removed from the scene.

Petechiae on the forehead and
under the eyelids, congestion.

Her arms and legs
are scratched up too...

but that occurred prior
to the time of death.

It's... It's pretty
straightforward.

She just hung herself
in her hotel bathroom?

Yeah, it looks that way.

I haven't finished my full
exam, but so far I see nothing...

to suggest anything
other than suicide.

I don't get it.

I saw her two days before and
she told me she never felt better.

Yeah, well, I guess...

"never better" means
something different to everybody...

doesn't it?

- Find anything?
- Hell of a suicide note.

WADE: That's it? OFFICER: Yeah.

You find any of those little Mason
jars? The type people drink shine from?

No, nothing like that.

Got her phone.

- It's got a lock on it?
- Yeah.

Just go.

Haylie Grimes' death
was a shock to all of us.

She was as tough and
dedicated as they come.

The situation in Blackburg
was stressful, I'm sure...

but I understand that she was
also dealing with family issues...

Haylie was a friend, so,
please, cut the bullshit.

Mr. Myers, I think I speak for both
Don and the lieutenant governor...

when I say there are
some very real concerns...

about how things have unfolded
in Blackburg on your watch.

We got ourselves a goddamn
train wreck down there, huh, Matt?

You know I love you, I
know you, I respect you, but...

gee whiz, I've lost track of the number
of ways that you've dicked this thing up.

A 2-million-dollar fence that
couldn't keep a rabbit out...

thank God we dumped that.

Got a bunch of citizens
scared out of their minds...

by some hillbillies, running around
doing whatever they damn well please.

Including breaking each other out
of prison, shooting an off-duty cop.

We're also concerned about
the recent Internet security issues.

Yeah, don't even get me
started on that Internet crap.

Holy Mary, Mother of God. I
mean, all these folks around here...

already think that we're
all in bed together...

they don't need to hear
the springs squeaking.

May I speak?

I take full responsibility for
the situation in Blackburg.

And I would like to tender my
resignation, effective immediately.

- What?
- You are now free...

to send your guard
units up Shay Mountain...

and arrest and imprison every
Farrell man, woman and child...

because they've made it clear
they're not going without a fight.

Come on, Matt. You know as
well as I do how that will go over...

in the governor's office with an
election year coming around the corner.

Yes, I do.

Nobody wants the state of
Kentucky up on that mountain.

Half the county
supports the Farrells.

They think they're the
last free people in America.

- I think it's time to request federal support.
- Oh, come on, Matt, damn it.

You know that Washington
does not have a dog in this fight.

Not yet.

But if I am somehow allowed
to continue in my failure...

there is a plan in place that
would force Washington's hand.

- Which is what, exactly?
- Wait.

Son, you don't want to ask questions
you might not want the answer to.

So...

you have a plan?

I do.

PORTER: Eric Steven Thompson,
not Gordon Jerrod, correct?

No? How about Timothy Aldrich?

Wanted for bombing the
offices of Heartland Energy...

Parmelee, South
Dakota, May 1, 2015?

Killed some poor schmuck, working
overtime, chasing a promotion.

If I'm being charged with something,
can you at least tell me what it is?

Yeah, that's not
exactly our line of work.

But by all means,
keep playing dumb.

Because the people who
will charge you for murder...

among other things, they're
only a phone call away.

Or not.

All depends on your
willingness to play ball.

Parmelee was a mistake. That
building was supposed to be empty.

PORTER: See?
That wasn't so hard.

First step in coming to Jesus
is to admit that you done wrong.

[♪♪♪]

It's clean.

What do you want from me?

Making friends seems
to be a talent of yours.

And right now that's
very valuable to me...

and to you, as it turns out.

PORTER: So, Gordo,
what do you say?

Wanna make some new friends?

[♪♪♪]

Hi.

[GUNS COCKING]

Beautiful day, isn't it?

BIG FOSTER: Well, well, well.

Lookie here.

You are a lost little
lamb indeed, ain't you?

No, he's more wolf
than lamb, if you ask me.

Seems he came up
the Morningside Trails.

Oh.

You're intruding on
Farrell land, our land.

Now, you're not from these parts,
so we'll spare the mistake. Once.

Oh, I'm not here by mistake.

My name is Gordon Jerrod.

And like you, I'm
no friend of big coal.

- I've been fighting them for years.
- What's your purpose here?

To warn you.

You made yourself heard.

People know what One
Planet is doing up here.

They're poisoning your food,
your water, and people are angry.

Oh, well, then good.

Yeah, it would be good,
but then you shot a cop.

That ain't true. We didn't shoot
no one, especially not no cop.

Besides, we... We
was shot at first.

Well, look, it's all the
reason they needed.

A National Guard
regiment arrived yesterday.

And One Planet is coming up
here to end this once and for all.

You know that granite
wall just south of here?

- The Drop. GORDON:
They're blowing that to hell.

A load of dynamite
arrived yesterday.

The coal company is keeping
it stored at a construction site...

just outside of town.

They're gonna carve a path
for their troops, their machines...

whatever they want.

How soon?

Soon.

"Soon," he says.
What's that mean?

Two weeks? Two days?

If they blow up The
Drop, what's to stop them?

Nothing. That's what.

MAN: He's right.
PHIL'UP: I say we fight.

I was born on this mountain,
and I'll die on this mountain.

We can't take on no army.
We got old and young among us.

We've only got supplies to
carry us through the winter...

not to take on a
fight that we can't win.

All right, but if he's telling
the truth, they got dynamite.

Maybe just go steal it.
That'd buy us some time.

Go see if this lostie
is telling the truth.

But don't take your eyes
off him, you understand?

BIG FOSTER: I understand.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

GORDON: Here.

See right there? That green
and red pod right there?

Inside there, 280 sticks,
190 gram cylinders...

Dyno Nobel, all top grade.

I have the code to unlock it.

We gotta take out the security
cameras, figure out what to do...

about the guards and the
dogs. We gotta do it soon.

Saturday night, no
workers, only two guards.

- We ain't gotta worry about them dogs.
- Them guards ain't no concern either.

Yeah, don't be so sure.

They brought in their own guys,
professional security contractors.

These aren't rent-a-cops.

Seems like you know
all there is to know.

Well, I stole every
secret they have.

Well, maybe you got a
secret or two of your own.

Maybe at the end of this,
the law will be waiting for us...

and that's your plan.
That sound about right?

Look, if you don't trust me,
that's fine. That's your choice.

There's dynamite in
there, and they'll use it.

LIL' FOSTER: All right,
listen to me, lowlander.

I'll die before I go back
into one of their jail cells...

and I'll take you with
me. You understand that?

Yeah.

[MELLOW POP MUSIC PLAYING
INDISTINCTLY OVER SPEAKERS]

[RATTLING]

Hasil, just come back.

Get back here.

HASIL: All this new law in town.

Just ain't no end to it.

I just can't figure it.

I mean, going on a run
for flour and for water.

We do without plenty
up on that mountain...

but the Farrells, they
ain't ever lacked for food.

What do you think happened?

I don't know.

One thing's for sure.

We brought hellfire down
on ourselves this time.

Well, then I guess we just
gotta stay in bed for a few days.

Hey.

What happens when
we run out of money?

I mean, with all this law around, how
am I supposed to fight, smarty-pants?

That's for me to worry about.

I'm your manager now, remember?

- What's this?
- An address.

One of the early draws canceled.

You wanted your man in the
major leagues, there you go.

Bigger crowds, bigger money.

- Tennessee?
- Is that a problem?

No. Hasil sure can't fight
around here anymore.

Shit, darling, nobody can.

There's a goddamn
uniform on every corner.

That ought to be a good one,
though. Like I said, big leagues.

Look, these ain't no farm
boys or barroom brawlers.

Your man best bring his A
game, or you best bring a shovel.

Did she seem angry?

More than usual?
Depressed, anything like that?

Often we find that the people
might be making some sort...

of final arrangements,
or even saying goodbye...

but it might not have
seemed like much at the time.

No. Nothing.

No? All right, well, it might be an idea
if I could have a look at her e-mails...

- for the last couple of weeks.
- May I ask why?

Uh... Yeah, I'm just
checking off the boxes.

Has there been a
crime committed?

Because we would require a warrant
for anything on a company server.

Yeah, okay.

I suppose it'd be the
same thing for a cell phone?

If it was one the
company paid for, yes.

And again, unless there
is reasonable suspicion...

of wrongdoing, not sure
why that would be necessary.

Okay, well... Oh,
I almost forgot.

I need to ask you about
those jars that she had.

- Jars?
- You remember...

she came in the office, she had
those two old Mason jars with her?

I mean, we... We talked
about it at the time.

Uh, honestly, sheriff, I... I
don't recall her having any jars.

I'm... I'm sorry.

Huh.

[♪♪♪]

[SNIFFS]

Pepper.

[DOOR BELLS JINGLE]

There he is.

WADE: Hey, Donnie.
- How's it going, sheriff?

- Yeah, okay.
- Come on back.

I say you're in luck.

If this was an eight dot
five, we'd be in deep shit...

but it's a dot four, so
we are cooking with gas.

The first thing that you'll do
is ask Siri, "What time is it?"

- All right.
- That's gonna open up your time zones.

Then you're gonna create
an entirely new time zone.

- Donnie...
- Any one'll do.

Then you'll share that and
that will open up your contacts.

Donnie.

Hell, I'll do it for you.

[♪♪♪]

Take it easy, fellas.

- Well?
- Pack your things.

Head back down the way you came.

Yeah, I thought she'd cut you
off at the knees. Guess I was right.

You don't get what's
at stake, do you?

Oh, no, what we get...

we get a whole lot of
noise coming from you.

Most of it lies, you ask me.

So take your cute
little campsite...

- and get out of here.
- You want to know the truth?

- Yeah. GORDON: Fine.

It's not just the coal company
that's after me. I'm wanted in town.

They're trying to pin some murder
on me right now, but it's not true.

Go on.

- Keep talking.
- Yeah, maybe...

maybe loosen that snake tongue
of yours up if I cut a fork in it.

So, what do you
think about that?

If I had told you the truth, you'd
never believe me about the dynamite.

Just listen to me.

- Yeah.
- Okay?

- Uh-huh.
- I want to show you something.

Please.

[♪♪♪]

See that?

It's what they want to
do to your mountain.

All right?

And this is the equipment
they're gonna use to do it.

Now, bringing this up
here, it ain't gonna be cheap.

It's gonna cost them dearly.

But I say let's
make it cost more.

Let's not just steal the
dynamite. Let's use it on that.

For a murderer...

you know a lot about who
they are and what they're doing.

Don't you?

The coal company is threatening
to take me to the FBI unless...

I come up here and I get
information about your people.

But I'm not gonna do that
because I want to take them down...

- just as bad as you do.
- So that was your plan the whole time.

Get us to help you and
then leave us to suffer for it.

I need your help, yeah. But
it's them that's gonna suffer.

Hmm.

GORDON: Look.

- You don't have to like me.
- Oh, we don't.

But we gotta work on this together
because we both want the same thing.

And what's that?

To save this mountain.

I don't like it.

They could be biding time down there,
waiting for him to lead us right to them.

Maybe, but it don't
change anything.

What are them new
machines for and all that law?

No. They're coming,
and they're coming hard.

Everything we have done
has come back on us tenfold.

Now you trust an outsider
to lead us down a path...

- that's gonna bring an army here.
LIL' FOSTER: What else we gonna do?

Just wait for them to come on
up here and blast us all to hell?

That ain't no plan. That's
suicide. No, I'm with him.

We steal that dynamite.

I'm not gonna
order you as Bren'in.

Okay? I'm gonna ask you.

Don't lead us down this path.

It will destroy us.

[♪♪♪]

You lost?

I wanted to offer
up my apologies.

What I done was wrong.

It ain't right to
cheat no one...

especially a friend.

So, anyways, there it is.

That's my sorry.

Fine. You said it.

It ain't just that. I don't
have many friends...

and I'm gonna make
this right with y'all.

There's got to be
something I can do. Please.

Give us your car.

To have?

No.

Just to borrow tomorrow night.

Yeah, I heard you're
fighting at the Mill?

- That's right.
- Yeah.

You know, I know I screwed
up on the manager thing.

I just want to know if you
still need a corner man.

Yeah. You know anybody?

[CHUCKLING]

Oh, my man.

What am I looking at?

These flakes here are
polychlorinated dibenzo p-dioxin.

- PDPD for short.
- Yeah, listen.

It's been a while since my last
chemistry lesson, so what's that mean?

Basically, it's an enhanced
version of Agent Orange.

What are you talking about?
You mean like in Vietnam?

Yeah, except this stuff's modified
to absorb through the root system...

in addition to its defoliant properties,
and it'll stay active in soil for a decade.

- Are you serious?
- Yeah.

It's nasty stuff.
Where'd you get it?

It's an open investigation.
I need you to send me...

these original samples soon
as you're done with them, okay?

And get me the lab results.

[♪♪♪]

This dynamite...

I know you think it foolish...

but it has to be done.

And I come to ask
your blessing on it.

What for?

You're gonna steal it
anyway, ain't that right?

If there is a path to glory
paved with fury and strife...

- you're bound to walk it, ain't you?
- No.

You're wrong.

Ain't none of this
to glory myself.

This is for the
future of this clan.

It's for you and me
and all that's come to us.

Then you're wasting your time.

- There ain't nothing left between us.
- What do you mean, "nothing"?

That child, it may
not be my seed...

but it is still my blood.

After all I've done for you,
you owe me that respect.

All you done is what suited you
since the day you came back up here.

All right, now.

You listen to me.

I am your husband.

And I have fought for you.

I have honored you.
I have defended you.

I'd have died for you,
and I would again.

I know you would've, Foster...

but only because it's
easier than living for me.

What we have, it
wasn't born out of love.

It was born out of
fear, mine and yours...

- and it was never meant for this world.
- G'Winveer...

- I release you from our union.
- No.

- No, no, no! You can't.
- Three times spoken.

You can't. You
can't just release me.

- It's not our way.
- Three times spoken.

- Three times to tear our bond asunder.
- No.

[SPEAKS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

All right, all right. What have
you done? What've you done?

Nothing but hide behind that
Oak, blind to all the danger.

[SPEAKS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

All right? And you are
weak! You hear me?

You are nothing without
me standing behind you!

[SPEAKS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

No! No! No!

[♪♪♪]

- No.
- It's done.

No.

It's done.

[♪♪♪]

WADE: Cause of death is
asphyxiation by strangulation.

- Manner of death, suicide.
- Mm-hm.

What's this?
What's this up here?

Subdural hematoma just
above the occipital ridge.

It's a bump on the
back of the head.

Some swelling, a small
laceration, half inch.

How long did that
happen before she died?

A few minutes before the time
of death. That's my estimate.

A few minutes? How'd
she manage that?

She hung herself in the
shower, Wade. It's a tight space.

She would've convulsed.

Muscle activity can last as long
as eight minutes, sometimes more.

It's consistent with
the manner of death.

[♪♪♪]

BUTCH: Come on.

Come on, 25, 26.

Come on, man, 27, push it.

[GRUNTING]

Look, check it out.

That's the guy.

Now, you see that little... Whoa-oh!
- -move he does there?

- Yeah.
- That's, like, his signature move.

So, what you think?

Well, I think if I was you, I...

I'd bet on the other fella.

[BUTCH CHUCKLING]

[♪♪♪]

[DOG BARKING]

Take it.

LIL' FOSTER: There's
houndsbane in it.

- Won't kill them, will it?
- No.

It'll just knock them out.

All right. Let's go.

[DOG BARKS]

GORDON: Okay, there they are.

Now, when those cameras go
down, they're gonna come running.

Sure you still got the
eyes for this, old man?

BIG FOSTER: Mm.

You just watch me.

[ALL SPEAKING IN
FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

GUARD 1: Looks like the lights
are out. GUARD 2: Both of them.

- Maybe they shorted.
- Yeah. You wait here. I'll check it out.

Hey, hey!

- Looking for us?
- Stop right there.

GORDON: Nice.

Garcia, Kowalski, come in.

You guys copy?

Put that by the door.

Wire.

Blasting caps.

Take this.

Heh. Good
old-fashioned pyro fuse.

[♪♪♪]

You inside! Come out right now.

Hands over your head.

Move.

Hands where I can see them now!

All right!

All right, don't shoot!

I'm coming out!

All right, I'm coming
out. Don't shoot!

Okay, okay. Okay, look,
you gotta help me, please.

GUARD: On your knees, right there.
- Okay, okay, okay.

Okay, look.

I was camping, and
they kidnapped me.

There's one of
them still inside.

- Stay right there. You
don't move. GORDON: Okay.

Be careful. He's got a gun.

LIL' FOSTER: Y'all take
care of those two guards?

Yeah, of course we did.

What the hell happened?
You said there was only two.

Guess I was wrong.

But I fixed it.

Trust me now?

[♪♪♪]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen...

we are proud to
present to you tonight...

our challenger.

He's the hillbilly hero.

Hasil Farrell!

[CROWD CHEERING]

Hasil, baby.

ANNOUNCER: And his opponent...

all the way from the
streets of Accra, Ghana...

Francois "The Hyena" Achebe!

[CROWD CHEERING]

Are you ready? Are you ready?

Let's do this!

BUTCH: Come on, watch
your left, block, block, block.

Come on, get in there
and fight! Let's go!

- Go on, get up!
- Come on, Hasil!

MAN: Go on, choke him out!

REFEREE: Stop,
stop, stop! Come on!

Get up! Illegal strike! Illegal
shot to the back of the head.

Get back to your corner.
Back to your corner.

Subtract one point!

One point deduction! Stay back.

Stay back in your
corner. Stay back.

[CROWD CHEERING]

REFEREE: You can't hit to
the back of the head. Stay there.

Are you okay to continue?

Are you ready? Are you
ready? Come on, let's do this!

[HASIL GROANS]

[BELL DINGS]

Come on, Hasil.

REFEREE: Hold still. Hold
still. You're all right. Hold still.

[♪♪♪]

That's $11,280.

[LAUGHING]

Count it, if you
guys got the time.

- I lost, Butch. BUTCH:
Yeah, I know you lost.

But I did what you said.

I bet on the other guy.

All right, party people.

I'm out. I'll see
y'all tomorrow.

- Thank you.
- Yes, sir.

Baby, we can get a car.

We can get a new apartment.
We can get a TV, we...

We can do whatever we want.

That's good.

Hey.

What's wrong?

In the cage...

when I was laying there...

the whole world was
spinning around me and...

that's when I saw my kin.

[♪♪♪]

They were all looking at me.

Just standing there,
looking at me...

like they needed me.

Go to them.

No.

No, I can't do that. I
can't just leave you.

[GROANS]

It's not safe. I don't...

I don't know what's
going on up there.

Hasil.

That's why you gotta go.

I'll be right here waiting
for you when you get back.

I'm gonna get ready for bed.

See you soon.

I love you. You
know that, right?

I love you too, Hasil Farrell.

[♪♪♪]

[SIGHS]

All right.

Are we clear on the setup?
Blasting caps go in the sticks.

Wire connects the caps
to the detonator box.

- Yeah, we got it.
- All right, then.

- I'm gonna head back down.
- Still don't like it.

Him running off,
leaving us with the bag.

Should I have
killed those guards?

Would that have
earned your trust?

I told you...

I'd die to save this mountain.

Question is...

- would you? BIG FOSTER: Hey.

Murderer.

Take a good look around.

Our people been
dying for this mountain...

before you were a
twinkle in your daddy's eye.

Don't you ever forget that.

[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

BIG FOSTER: Let's go.

PORTER: You helped steal it...

seriously wounding
three security contractors...

one of whom you hospitalized.

I did what I had to. I
gained the Farrells' trust.

- Do you know where they're storing it?
- No, but I know it's up there.

You think this is acceptable?

You were supposed
to bring us information.

Perhaps you forgot how easy it'd be
to feed you to the wolves of the FBI.

What does handing me
to the FBI do for you...

besides getting me hauled off?

The way I see it,
you have one option:

Convince the Feds to take
100 percent responsibility of this.

Catching the Farrells
stealing some dynamite...

it's gonna get you nowhere.

Catching the Farrells
in a terrorist act...

attempting to blow up
the offices of One Planet?

Now, that's a guarantee.

And you can deliver that?

I can.

And I will.

Man.

You just put a knife right in
the Farrells' backs, didn't you?

How does a bleeding
heart like you live with that?

Because I don't give a shit about
the Farrells. That's why. Or any of us.

Humanity is an
evolutionary mistake.

We are a toxic virus that has
been killing this planet for years.

The only thing I care
about is this Earth.

This beautiful, perfect Earth.

That's all.

[♪♪♪]

Well, when that mountain's
getting blown into pea gravel...

and hauled away in trucks...

I'll remember you said that.

[♪♪♪]

- Foster, not now, okay? It's done.
BIG FOSTER: This won't take long.

I come to tell you, before
you hear it from others...

that I went against your word.

We took from our enemy what
they would've used against us.

I didn't have to hear it from
anyone. I know what you did.

I did what had to be done.

I offer no sorrys for it.

When I come back up this
mountain, I had one mind:

To gain your trust...

and earn your love.

I failed.

And I know that now.

But I learned
something since then.

I learned the true reason that
I was brought back up here.

Because you ain't
equal to that Oak.

Not in these times.

And I am no longer
bound by your orders.

You are no Bren'in to me.

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You'll be the death of this
ancient clan, Foster Farrell VI...

and destroyer of
this sacred mountain.

I love you, G'Winveer...

and I always will.

Know that.

But this ain't about
love anymore.

We are at war.

And it is a war
that I intend to win.

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Translated by: Will Motomura