Close Range Page #3

Ortiz.

The drive.

Get back, get back!

- Thanks for coming back.

- Don't thank me yet.

They killed Walt!

If they hadn't, I would've!

Angie! They're coming

around the back. Get upstairs!

Go!

Go!

- We need to try calling someone for help!

- Who are we gonna call?

- The cops already know!

- We could call State Police!

We can't! Colt has warrants.

Colt is not the bad guy here, Mom!

Not today.

- 911, what's your emergency?

- We need help!

I need you to send the State Police to 1165

North Angling Road as fast as you can!

- Please stay on the line.

- No, no! Wait, wait, wait...

Sorry, I couldn't make it out

to your game today, buddy.

- It's okay, Dad.

- There was...

Don't worry, Dad.

I know you're working hard,

and I know you're doing it

because you love me.

- How'd you do?

- I did really...

- Come in, Calloway.

- ...losing at first, but when I got up...

I'm gonna have to call you back,

Weston. Okay?

Okay, Dad. Bye. I love you!

Bye, son.

- What do you got, Chelsea?

- Hey, sheriff. Sorry.

I tried callin' Wyatt and Logan first

but couldn't get neither to answer.

Yeah, I sent 'em out on an errand.

They're probably out of cell range.

Well, I got a call from the MacReady

place out on Angling again.

She's sayin' something

about needin' some help.

- What else'd she say?

- Well, that's it.

She sounded pretty rattled though.

Zavala, get the woman.

Yeah, well, you know

how they get out there.

Walt's probably been drinkin',

that's all.

Hold on, sheriff. Just a minute.

I'm hearin' gunshots.

This doesn't sound like

a domestic dispute no more.

She said she wants to talk to the Staties,

but the Reynolds is your domain.

What do you want me to tell her?

Sheriff?

Yeah, tell 'em I'll be right out there.

Ms. Reynolds, stay calm.

Help is on the way.

- They're coming!

- Okay. Okay.

Sheriff? The line went dead.

Mom!

Ramos?

Pablo?

Ramos! Pablo! Come in!

They're comin'!

Stay low!

- You got ammo?

- No.

- You're hit.

- I'm all right. I'm so sorry.

This is all my fault.

I just wanted something better for her.

But I could end up getting us all...

No! No. Ain't nobody gettin'

killed here today but them.

You understand me? Yeah?

Hey, gringo!

I just want the drive!

F*** you!

What the hell is on this thing

that he wants it so bad?

Records. Bank accounts.

I don't know, drug dealer sh*t.

- The roof. Go. Get out of here. Just go.

- What about you?

Don't you worry about me.

I'll keep 'em occupied.

No, I already called the State Police!

They're on their way right now.

It'll already be too late.

Just get out of here. Go!

Get out of here! Now!

Go. Just go. Go!

Just go, Angie. Go.

Mom.

Go! Go!

- Goddamn.

- Walt said he fixed it last week.

Come on.

Hold it!

Drop the gun. Drop it!

Out. Out!

I only need one of you.

You never should have threatened my son.

Where's the drive?

Colt.

Cuff yourselves.

Go on.

Hey!

Your choice.

I love you, Dad.

Maybe you can do somethin' with this.

- State Police.

- About time.

Ain't no good ever come from me

talkin' to the police, Ang.

Then ain't no good gonna come

from you talking to these here.

Hey, Colt...

Don't be such a stranger anymore.

You two take care.

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