Outsiders (2016–2017): Season 2, Episode 5 - We Are Kinnah - full transcript

NARRATOR:
Previously on Outsiders:

- Get down. HANK:
Nice write-up here...

about you
arresting that Farrell.

WADE: What's this?
- We got the guy.

I wanna catch the person
who killed my brother-in-law...

but I'd like it to be the
person who actually killed him.

- Hasil Farrell.
- I'm Butch.

Say, Hasil, you need money?

- I need that money to go on a date.
- I told you I ain't got it.

[GROANS]

Get the hell out of here.



[♪♪♪]

I'm pregnant.

BUTCH: Oh, hell.
- Butch, I need your help.

I am Moregon, and
we are the Kinnah.

G'WIN: Banishment's the proper
sentence for what you done.

The mountain
already banished you.

Put you through some
kind of hell down there.

Stitch him up.

BIG FOSTER: Unh! G'WIN:
And then brought you back.

You go outside, and
you run as far as you can.

And don't you never come back.

[HEZZY SCREAMING]

[CLATTERING THEN
BIG FOSTER GRUNTING]

What the...?



Hey.

Hey, hey, hey. What the hell
you think you're doing, huh?

That's my generator.

That's my generator. My...

You get English? My generator.

[♪♪♪]

Oh.

All right. Go on.

Git.

Git.

[♪♪♪]

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

♪ They'll have to answer
for The 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 ♪♪

MAN [ON TV]: Round one: fight.

BUTCH: Yeah!

[PUNCHES THUMPING ON TV]

I wanted to play last night. Y'all
were crashed out on my couch.

Couldn't wait no more.

Need to get my game on.

Yeah! Y'all said
just one night, right?

Um, it, uh... It may be a
little bit longer than that.

You know you broke his nose?

I had to hold an ice
pack to it for two hours.

- Yeah. Right till the swelling went down.
- That's right.

I give you my full sorry for
butting heads with you, Butch.

All right? I truly
feel bad about it.

You're only sorry
because you need to be.

Look, please?

We're kind of stuck
without a place to go.

If you just let us stay
here a couple more days...

till we figure things
out, we'd appreciate it.

Y'all are pregnant.

- That true?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

And it's a good thing,
because other than Sally-Ann...

you're the closest thing I got
to a friend down here, Butch.

[CHUCKLES]

[SIGHS]

Peace pipe.

I'll be in the kitchen.

[COUGHING]

Can I help?

Well, might need to fry
up some more eggs...

now that you're,
uh, eating for two.

- God...
- Yeah.

Men are such boys.
Best pray for a little girl.

Yeah.

How'd you, uh...?
How'd you know?

Well, you didn't drink
any beer last night.

You're avoiding the bong
smoke like it's the plague...

and you're doing a lot of this.

Plus, I'm a little bit psychic.

Gonna be a mother
myself one day.

That's great.

Can you...?

Heh. Yeah. This kitchen
didn't come with no oven...

but there's always adoption
or surrogacy, you know?

Once that boy in there
decides to become a man.

Yeah! Yeah. Ha-ha-ha.
Did you see that?

WOMAN [ON TV]: You
lose. FRIDA: Mm-hm.

- Sheriff.
- Oh. Hi, Dolan, you're back.

I'm just picking up a
couple things I left behind.

Coffee mug.

Wife made it for me.

Prison's always short
on coffee cups, so...

- Mm. How's Tri-County treating you?
- Yeah.

You know, they tell you
be careful what you wish for.

Yeah. Hey, uh, Dolan,
how's that Farrell doing?

Not too good. Tried to
escape the other day.

Took about a half dozen
men to bring him down.

Stuff him in a restraint
chair and stuck him in ad seg.

In solitary, is he?

He's back in gen pop now.

BIG FOSTER: They're lackeys. They
don't wash themselves without her order.

She told them to
take my generator.

- And don't you deny it.
- I shan't deny it.

I ordered my Kinnah
to remove the machine.

BIG FOSTER: The penalty
for thieving is the box.

How many days will
you give this cutpurse?

I asked her to do it.

Okay. Well, I must be hearing voices
because I thought I heard you just say...

that you asked for this.

- Generators run on
fry-oil. BIG FOSTER: So?

So the people below
are fencing us up here.

We need to conserve our resources
and not waste fuel on generators.

Chasing weak modernity
puts your clan in danger.

The demons below
want to possess thee.

They want you to bring their
poisonous practices up here...

till all that makes the
mountain pure will be put to ruin.

Oh, aren't you the
cock of the walk.

You and your group of
mutes, strolling in there...

doing what you
please, and you let her.

These are my decisions.

And I've decided that all generators,
not just yours, be removed.

Well, I don't know how, but
somehow, this is all to her benefit.

Just like her torching
the smokehouse.

- Foster...
- There's no way, no how...

Hezzy would ever let it burn.

He cared for that smokehouse
like it was his home.

That fire, it was set.

Sure as shit.

MOREGON: We're
of a like mind on that.

But by whose hand?

Most like by yours,
don't you think, Bren'in?

Aye, she knows I didn't do it.

- So you shut your yap.
- Enough.

Lil' Foster's been
gone a week now.

You wanted to look for
him. Now's your time.

All right. Well, there is nothing
that I want more, my queen.

But them ashes, they've cooled.

And we owe Hezzy a sacred
obligation to fetch his remains for burial.

I am aware of our obligations,
Foster, and they will be seen to.

Go fetch your son.

As you want it.

[PHONE KEYPAD CLICKING]

There any particular
reason you're in my office?

- Yeah. Please, have a seat.
- Um...

well, I would, but
my chair's taken.

Oh, yeah. Ha-ha-ha.

Let's switch. Ahem.

I got a call from County
Supervisor Adams.

You know what
department he oversees?

Yeah. Corrections.

Yeah. Of course you know,
you called him this morning.

Asked him to pull a few
strings, tried to get that Farrell...

transferred to county
jail. See, that costs money.

And I had told
the supervisors...

that any expenditures
needed my approval first.

Well, my batting
average isn't so good...

when it comes to
coming to you for help.

Tri-County's maximum
security. He's a first-time offender.

First-time murderer,
remember? We got the guy.

We're playing this kind of
tug-of-war where, you know...

you're convinced that you
got the right guy, and I'm not.

And pretty soon, one of us is gonna
end up lying face-down in the mud.

Or you could show some decency
and move him over to County...

where he's gonna be safe.

Yeah. County's overcrowded.

Then you put a bed in the
hall. It's been done before.

You know, I checked up
on you before I came here.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

What is it with you and your
weird fascination with the Farrells?

I'd say they got a
raw deal around here.

Okay, but we have
other pressing issues too.

- Like, two fence guards gone missing.
- Yeah? Who's that?

Mike Miller and Luke Wainwright.

That's your fault, then,
for hiring untrained guys.

I know those two. They're
gonna be on a bender somewhere.

You'll find them in two days.

They'll be sleeping it off,
puking it up somewhere.

- Now, listen, this Farrell guy, we gotta...
- Forget about the goddamn Farrells!

Look, Wade.

My door is always open. Okay?

We can talk about family,
sports, movies, politics.

I'm well-read, but we
don't discuss the Farrells.

From now on, that's off the
board. Are you okay with that?

- Yeah. That's fine by me.
- Great, great.

So I'm gonna go now...

and you get back to
serving and protecting. Okay?

[CLEARS THROAT]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

This is our table, Sasquatch.

- Mm.
- For the privilege of using our tables...

everyone pays his tribute.

Commissary, cigarettes,
special favors, whatever.

Yeah, well, I ain't
got nothing to give.

You don't need it because
you're our honored guest.

And why's that?

Tell me your name
and I'll tell you why.

Foster Farrell VIII.

Ha-ha-ha. I knew it. Ha-ha-ha.

A real-life Farrell.

Tobias Jager.

Deeply honored.

Mm.

Heard you dragged a dozen
hacks a whole cell block.

Well, I don't know about that.

I have a thought, brothers.

Strong Farrell like this
could be most valuable.

So, Foster Farrell VIII...

care to be part of our family?

I already got a family.

Let me tell you how things work.

Any thug here will
molly-whop you...

every single day
just for your soap bar.

Worse yet, lights out, you
go to bed and never wake up...

because you caught
a shiv in your sleep.

Now that don't happen...

if you got us
watching your back.

Yeah. Well, I think I
can take care of myself.

That's our food.

Mm. Your food tastes like shit.

[♪♪♪]

FRIDA: I swear, you'd lose
your head if it weren't screwed on.

BUTCH: Frida.
- Hasil.

Hey, y'all seen
my little dub sacks?

They're, like, little
miniature sandwich baggies.

HASIL: Have you seen them?
- Mm-mm.

HASIL: Never mind.

I need prenatal vitamins.

And I need to get to a
doctor at least once a month...

for the first eight months, and
then once a week for the last month.

- Sure. We can do that.
- And it'll probably be around $10,000.

And that's a lot.

It is a lot.

- And I don't have insurance, so...
- What is that?

It pays for most
of the doctor's bills.

[SIGHS]

Up on the mountain, all
you do is go into a tent...

with the midwife and you
come out with the baby.

Are you saying that you
want the baby up there?

It's just, sometimes,
up there, things...

- You know, things are easier, that's all.
- Yeah.

All right. All right. Come on.

- Come on, come on, come on.
- Heh.

Come on.

Look at me.

How we gonna do this? Hm?

What about if I get me one
of them...? One of them jobs?

Well, as much as I would
appreciate it, Hasil Farrell...

you don't have a
social-security number.

I don't know what that
is. What kind of number?

Proves who you are
so you can get paid.

Why do I need to prove who I am?

- All I do is I walk up, I say, "Hello.
- Hello.

- My name is Hasil Farrell..."
- Heh.

And that should be enough.

Should be enough, but...

I don't wanna sound mean, or...

What skills do you have?

Down here?

Listen, it's fine. I'm happy
to be the one that works.

As long as I have you with me.

It's fine.

HASIL: Mm...
- Mm-mm.

ANNETTE: Past couple of days,
right after I'd fill up Hank's bowl...

he'd be howling for more. I
put his food out this morning...

and I watched from my
window yonder, and I saw him...

crawl out from under
there and steal it.

[DOG BARKING]

Yeah. Okay.

Hi there.

I'm the sheriff, and my
name's Wade Houghton.

You wanna come
out from the dirt?

There you go.

[BARKING CONTINUES]

Wanna keep coming,
or are you happy there?

I'm good here.

- What's your name?
- Samuel.

Samuel, okay.

- Well, what's your last name?
- I don't know.

- Everybody got a last name.
- Oh, he's traumatized, sheriff.

- Probably can't remember going...
- Just go over there...

and you feed your goddamn
dog before he chews his paws off.

How about an easy one,
then? How old are you?

You're 8 years old? That's
the same age as my boy.

Wanna come see if you can show
me where your parents' house is?

How about you ride up
the front of the police car?

You can play the siren. And
when we see it, you can point it out.

Come on.

You'll get more
answers out of Hank.

Hank. Hank.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

MAN 1: Another 50 on there.

MAN 2: You can do
more. MAN 3: Push it.

Give it a shot.

[MAN 4 GRUNTING]

MAN 2: Three twenty, 325.

Come on, push it.

Yo, man. What the
hell you looking at?

I'm looking at that.
How many stone is it?

You hear this fool? Stones.
There ain't no stones here.

- What you mean, "stones"?
- I meant, it looks heavy.

Surprised you can lift it.

Oh, you calling me weak?

No, I didn't mean
any disrespect.

Sorry for interrupting you.

Mm-mm. Damn straight
you're sorry. Punk-ass bitch.

Hey!

[♪♪♪]

MAN 5: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

[ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

Yeah. Run and hide
behind them crackers.

This ain't over. I'm
gonna shove my katana...

up your dumb,
hillbilly, hick ass!

I'll see you soon.

You got boulders on your
backs? Quit your lagging.

You said to Bren'in you
wanted us to look for Lil' Foster.

Yeah. What I wanna find right now
is a way to get them Kinnah gone.

Till that happens,
I ain't leaving.

Then I wanna find
what's left of Hezzy.

So get to it.

So that fire...

it burned hottest right here.

Yeah.

So it started right here.

Right over there.

BHRADAIN: How do we tell the difference
between animal bones and Hezzy bones?

PHIL'UP: I don't know. I'm...

I'm afraid I'm
gonna find his skull.

[♪♪♪]

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

You sure you can't get
any more of that shine?

- We'd make a killing.
- Yeah. I'm sure.

All right. She ain't
gonna like this.

Is it gonna get me paper?

- Yeah.
- Then it doesn't matter.

- This where jobs are at?
- Yeah, but not here.

You gotta go way over there.

Need two guys, work the
parking lot. It'll take all day.

Come on. Let's go.

Hang on. What happened there?

Job yesterday. Some klutz
dropped a brick on my foot.

- I'm fine. I can work.
- No, stop.

Can't have a bad foot slow me
down. Skinny, you wanna work?

- Yeah.
- Get in the back. Hurry. Truck's moving.

On our way. Here we go.

Want me to turn here?

- Want me to turn here?
- Maybe.

Are we at least in the
right neighborhood?

Mm-mm-mm.

- Which school do you go to?
- I don't go to school.

[SIGHS]

What's the name of your street?

Mm-mm-mm.

Listen, my little boy,
Caleb, he ran off once.

And when I found him...

he thought I was gonna be
real mad at him, but I wasn't.

I was just happy to see him.

And...

that's how your parents are gonna
be. They're just gonna be happy.

I remember Bear.

Bear? What's that there?

That's the name of your street?

Like... Like Bear Run Road?

I think.

Bear Run Road.

- Can I play the lights?
- Yeah. Go ahead.

Turn that little thing up there.

[SIREN WAILING]

I thought you were
looking for Lil' Foster.

I was on my way, but I stopped
to get Hezzy's bones first.

Faster we got them,
faster his spirit could rest.

Don't you agree?

You think this is enough to
accuse the Kinnah of murder?

They were there, watching
the fire, same as all of us.

Well, yeah. You see any of them
on the other side of the smokehouse?

No. Neither did I.

Well, leastways, it's enough
to get Moregon in here.

- Ask her some things.
- I know what's happening.

She angers you, so now you're
gonna spout false accusations about her.

No. That's the new
way of the world.

You siding with that
quail pipe over me.

I consider myself to be
your most trusted counsel.

[SCOFFS]

Considering your history, I can't
say your counsel's most trusted.

Oh, well, I trust you.

Even being you sought
to put me in the ground.

You forgave that.

Even though I never
asked for your forgiveness.

Well, I get it. I'm far
from a perfect man.

But the day I returned,
I said that I love you.

And I meant it. And before,
when you said you loved me...

you spoke out of one side of your
mouth and spat poison out the other.

Loving the clan more
meant I had to do what I did.

Loving the clan more?

Loving them more than what?

Loving them more than who?

G'Win.

[G'WIN GRUNTS]

Since the day you returned, nothing
you say can erase the memory...

of your loving hand
squeezing the life out of me.

Goddamn it.

[BOTTLE SHATTERS]

[♪♪♪]

What the hell do
you want from me?

Everything I'm
doing is to help you.

How much longer are
you gonna punish me?

You say you love me...

but there's a struggle inside
of you. I am not all you crave.

And I don't know which
one's gonna win out in the end.

Those...

Those...

are her words.

Oh, I see it now.

Full-on clear.

You blindly follow
her like a bootlicker.

You hang onto every word...

letting her do as she pleases just
so you don't have to undertake...

- any difficult decisions yourself.
- She gives sound counsel.

Okay. Well, the wisdom she spouts
comes from a venomous tongue.

You continue on this path and
you won't be much longer Bren'in.

Now there's your truth.

You know, a grizzly without
its claws, it remains a grizzly.

Oh, that is not what I want.

I'm trying to guide you!

You're just too
bullheaded to realize it.

I'd rather not be with those
who guide with one hand...

while reaching for
the Oak with the other.

We'll see how you do without me.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[♪♪♪]

Break time, fellas.

Hey.

No. I'm good.

What you think?

- Sorry, Wade. Don't recognize him.
- Okay. Yep.

And I know all the
kids around these parts.

- Yeah.
- Pain in the asses.

- Always running around, yelling.
- Okay. Thank you.

Been to almost every single
house on Bear Run Road...

not a single person knows you.

This ain't your street.

BRIAN: Sheriff?

Oh, hi, Brian. How you doing?

You still driving
this old hunk of junk?

I wouldn't have to if I wasn't
unemployed going on two years now.

- Been that long, has it? Times are tough.
- Yeah.

Been made tougher
by that sister of yours...

and her gang of bitches.

Next time, chain them up,
or better yet, shoot them.

SAMUEL: He was mean.

WADE: What?

You wanna see mean?

You wanna see mean?
Why you doing this to me?

This was supposed to be easy.

You were supposed to tell me
where you live, I'll take you there...

[WADE SIGHS]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry,
Sam. I didn't mean to yell.

I just... I'm
getting a little tired.

What do you want? You wanna...?

Take you out and get
some food, something to eat?

Yeah?

That's the first thing you've
been sure about all day.

Okay.

[DOOR OPENS]

[ANNALIVIA CLEARS THROAT]

G'WIN: Thank you, Annalivia.

Moregon, thanks for coming.
Always happy to see your face.

And I yours.

I wish to thank you for
siding with me today.

I know it did not come simply.

A voice that speaks
loudest, typically...

gets its desire.

The voice that speaks
loudest is very angry.

I'm not surprised.

He sees the bond
you and I share.

[TEA KETTLE WHISTLING]

Allow me.

Your faith heartens
me for the future.

That we can, as one,
work to preserve this clan.

It's why I summoned you.

If we're to work together, we
should confide in each other.

Tell all that's in our minds, hold
nothing back. Don't you agree?

- Of course.
- It heartens me to hear that.

I need to share something
that's been gnawing at me fierce.

Consider me your confidante.

I can't control Big Foster.

As Bren'in, I shouldn't have these
doubts. I should be sure of my feelings.

By your own admission,
this man hurt you.

And he hurt this clan.

He must be handled
with a heavy hand.

It's a bit more complicated.

There is good in him.

It's still a...

He continues to accuse
you for the smokehouse fire.

He even brought me this.

Things they found by the ashes.

It's flimsy proof,
I know, but...

I'd just feel better if
you told me it wasn't you.

[♪♪♪]

The fire was by Kinnah hand.

Your game was ill-gotten,
tainted and impure.

Animals that are killed by
modern tools of destruction.

Your game was destroyed too.

Were they not purely killed?

The impure poisons the pure.

Your game poisoned,
polluted ours.

It all required
purification by fire.

You killed a man.

An unfortunate accident.
It was not mine intent.

Leave. Now.

I only desire...

for this mountain to survive, for
this clan to survive, same as you.

No, we are nothing of the same.

We have not the
time for conflict.

- Hear me. G'Win...
- No. Get out. Now!

I yearned for us to preserve
this mountain together.

Now it must be done with
nothing but mine own hand.

[DOOR OPENS THEN SLAMS]

Eight hours, $10 an hour.

There you go, my man.

- That's it?
- That's it.

Why'd I get less?

You had three waters, $5 each.

You had three piss
breaks, $5 each.

Hell, lunch was 10.

Total charge is $40.

Eighty minus 40 equals
them two twenties.

Why didn't you tell
me that beforehand?

Well, just remember
it for next time.

[HIP-HOP MUSIC
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

Whew! You smell like oily turds.

That job was shit.

Even I know this ain't
nothing but a pittance.

Told you you wasn't gonna
like it. You said, "It don't matter."

Exact words.

Look, man, I'm selling tonight.

You don't need to
help with that, but...

it's a crowded place. I could
use someone to watch my back.

I'll kick you a couple bucks.
Easy money. What do you say?

[HASIL SIGHS AND BONG BUBBLING]

- Fine.
- All right.

But you gotta use
soap first, man, please.

[BUTCH COUGHS]

[WADE SIGHS]

What you think?

You like it?

- Never had spaghetti before.
- Yeah. It's pretty good.

- What you eat at home?
- Soup.

What, just soup? Is that it?

You have anything
else? Just soup?

- Mostly.
- Yeah.

Well, let me tell
you something, Sam.

If my folks only
gave me soup to eat...

I'd probably wanna run away too.

That why you run away?

- Why'd you run away then?
- I did bad.

[DOOR OPENS]

Hi, sheriff. I'm Karen
with Social Services.

- Hi, Karen. I'm Wade Houghton.
- Hi.

- This is my friend Sam I told you about.
- Hi, buddy.

- Who's that? WADE:
Sam, this is Karen.

She's a really sweet person,
and she's gonna find you...

- a place to stay tonight. Okay?
- No. I'm staying with you.

Uh... Yeah.

You can't stay with me, Sam,
because there's rules about that...

- No!
- Sheriff, don't worry.

- Okay.
- Sheriff, I'll take it from here.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Sam, she's... I promise
you, she's really...

She's gonna look
after you. Okay?

- I'm here to help. Okay?
WADE: I'm really sorry.

I gotta go, Sammy. Okay?

It's okay.

Okay?

[PEOPLE SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

MAN 1: Hey, Butch, what's up?

MAN 2: How you doing, Butch?

What up?

MAN 3: How you doing, man?

- Hey, Christie.
CHRISTIE: Hi, Butch.

MAN 4: Yeah, that's about
it. Hey, what's going on, man?

MAN 5: What's up, my
man? BUTCH: Hi, bro.

MAN 5: How you doing?
BUTCH: He's cool. He's with me.

MAN 5: Go on in.

MAN 6: Oh, Jesus! Come on.

Hey, what's happening?

[CROWD SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY
AND BLOWS THUMPING]

[UPBEAT MUSIC
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

[FIGHTERS GRUNTING]

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

Bitches leave.

Out!

Hustle, ladies, come
on. This isn't a health spa.

Step lively, ladies, come on.

Not you, mountain man.

Got something for you.

[MUFFLED GRUNTING]

Eye for an eye.

A gift from the Brotherhood.

That shit-skin called
you a dumb hillbilly hick.

Tried to crack your skull open.

He will try to kill you again.

Only way to prevent that...

beat him to it.

Yeah. I'll take my chances.

He don't think of
you as a person.

He'd gladly use this
on you, given a chance.

You may be a good citizen up
there on the mountain, Farrell...

but you're down
here in the hole now.

Even Lucifer was an
angel till he went to hell.

[MUFFLED GRUNTING]

[TOBIAS LAUGHING]

Hey, listen to him beg.

That's a good scream. Don't
that get the juices flowing, huh?

You sure you don't want
first shot at this animal?

Come on. Try it. It's easy.

You just hold up
hammer. Swing hammer.

[♪♪♪]

Okay.

[TOBIAS GRUNTS AND MAN GROANS]

[LAUGHS]

See? Told you it was easy.

Pick up hammer,
swing that hammer.

Yeah.

Let me get that then there.

I knew there was
that fire in you.

Smash his skull
like a watermelon.

That's it, brother.

[CLATTERING]

You don't fool me, Farrell.

There's a
bloodthirsty lion in you.

I'll wager my life on it.

BIG FOSTER: Unh. All right.

Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho...

All right.

[GRUNTS]

Bring me wine.

Hey.

PHIL'UP: You think maybe...

you might wanna
make this the last one?

Thanks. I already got a wife.

- And I love her.
BHRADAIN: Ha-ha-ha.

Goddamn me.

Oh, it's like a trap.

I know it's out there,
and I just... I keep...

falling in it.

I am sure she loves
you too, Foster.

[BOTH CHUCKLING]

BIG FOSTER: What
the hell you know?

Huh?

What do you know?

More I do for her...

more she pushes me away.

Hell, I wanted to go
and look for Lil' Foster...

but I stayed here!

I stayed here!

For her.

For her.

Unh! Right?

Oh, shove it.

I'm gonna... I'm gonna...

I'm gonna go find my son.

It's all right. It's okay.

BHRADAIN: It's pitch-black.
- Git, git, git.

BHRADAIN: You're gonna
kill yourself going down.

[BIG FOSTER GROANS]

He should sleep it off. Come on.

[♪♪♪]

[SHATTERING]

[♪♪♪]

[ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[BOTH GRUNTING]

Yeah, big boy. Come here.

The winner! Yeah.

MAN: Good job, boy.

ANNOUNCER:
All right! Yo, yo, yo!

Thank you all for coming
out to another fantastic night...

of the best freelance fighting
in all of Eastern Kentucky.

Now, remember to
check your texts...

for the date and location of
our next event. Until then...

unh, unh, hah, keep
swinging, y'all. Whoo.

Pay up, boys. Here we go.

[HIP-HOP MUSIC
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

Whoo. You the big
winner tonight, son.

Boom.

BUTCH: You ready?

I can do that.

Now you're talking. Heh.

[CALEB GROANING]

CALEB: Dad. WADE: Caleb!

Hey. Cay, Cay.

- You okay?
- Something bad happened to Kitty.

No, no, no. Come here.

You just had a bad
dream. It's okay.

You wanna know a secret?

I know how to get
rid of bad dreams.

You ready? Okay.

Now, you stay very still.

There we go.

[WADE CHEWS NOISILY]

See, so it's pretty
much gone, yeah?

Just close your eyes. It's okay.

It's all right.

I love you, buddy.

[♪♪♪]

Hello? Sheriff's Department.

Sheriff's Department.

[♪♪♪]

[GASPING]

Jesus.

Goddamn.

[BIG FOSTER GROANING]

G'WIN: Where you been?
- Oh...

I been looking
for you all night.

- I heard you weren't here, so I waited.
- Slow down.

I got enough pounding in
my head. What's happened?

Moregon killed Hezzy.

You were right. It took me most
of the night screwing up my pride...

to come get you, but
she's up to something.

She's gotta go.

I need you by my side.

Where I should've
been all this time.

Will you help me?

Always.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[♪♪♪]

MOREGON: Good morrow.

Go back to the
Shadowside, Moregon.

- Anon.
- Oh...

After tomorrow's moon,
my Kinnah and I will be gone.

No, you and your skags, you
pack up now. Where are they?

'Tis joyous that the old Bren'in
will be here for what is to come.

To see how the mountain be
preserved by one with true wisdom.

Yeah? Well, your Bren'in
gave you a command.

Get the hell out of here.

Thou art not our Bren'in...

for we are not Farrell.

[SHRIEKS]

[ALL MURMURING]

MAN: Just take it easy.

[GUNSHOT]

[ALL SCREAMING AND GASPING]

No, no, no.

[SPEAKS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[♪♪♪]

Translated by: Will Motomura