Conspiracy Page #4

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Look, I can't legally do

anything

about the ones

that are already here,

except maybe, uh, detain 'em

when they break our laws.

Like littering?

Yeah, among others.

But once I bring the property

values up, they'll move on,

and then I assure you,

you can be damn sure

that my fellow patriots and I

will see to it that

no more get in.

And a man like you,

with your knowledge

and expertise,

can make that job

a lot easier.

Miguel Silva.

Now, you're in a heap

of trouble, boy.

You really could use a friend

to make it all go away.

I'm sure I'll get time served

for the littering charge.

Oh, well, we threw out

the littering, so to speak.

We're not even gonna

charge you with, uh, assaulting

an officer of the law--

Jefferson can be

a little overzealous.

--but theft,

that's a different matter.

That book you pocketed

from the lending library,

that's larceny and that's

a mandatory 90-day sentence

in this town.

We have a zero tolerance policy

on theft at Halicorp.

That woman's store

is not Halicorp.

Oh, yeah, of course it is.

This whole town is Halicorp.

Hell, this whole country

is Halicorp.

Now, you sure you don't want

to reconsider my offer?

A lot can happen to a man

in 90 days.

Shoot, a lot can happen

in just one night.

I have an offer for you.

You tell me what's happened

to Miguel Silva

and I won't have to start

burning down God's country.

I respect a man

who knows his mind,

but remember, a working man

held out his hand in friendship.

You can play dress up

all you want,

but the only work

your hands have ever done

is counting money.

Have yourself a safe night.

Let me see his face.

How tough do you think he'll be

if he loses the other leg?

MAN:

He ran out of the station.

I'm coming, goddamn it.

I don't see him,

just Jenson's unit.

That son of a b*tch.

He's got the car.

Get him!

He's getting away, let's go.

MAN:

Foster, where the hell are you?

Anybody?

I think the bastard's

heading to New Hope.

Did you get that, Lee?

Roger that.

Is it okay

if I bang up Unit 4, chief?

You do what you got to do

to stop this son of a b*tch.

Mr. Rhodes, sir,

you sure you don't want us

to handle this situation?

It looks like the only one

handling this situation

is that smart bastard

in one of your squad cars.

He gets out past this road,

he might just get away.

So would you boys please try

and overtake him? Over that.

For God's sake,

I bet this son of a b*tch

has been listening to us

the whole goddamn time.

Radio silence.

RHODES:

I guess us southern folks

can fool you big city fellas

after all, huh?

Stop!

You want to go get that car

when it goes over the edge?

Foster,

cover him.

This sure look familiar,

don't it?

Shut your mouth. Back off!

Nobody get too close.

Just wouldn't listen, would you?

I guess

I'm just a slow learner.

Yeah, so smart,

yet so damn stupid.

Shoot him.

Hold your fire!

I was okay with E.B. and Lee

beating some sense into him,

but killing another

in cold blood?

This ain't what I signed up for.

You signed up

to keep the peace. Heh.

Now do your job.

We can't keep doing this.

What is it? Your conscience

or your cowardice?

E.B.

You finally grew a pair,

huh, kid?

I wish you hadn't knocked him

down the ravine, but--

Sorry about that.

Hey, no harm, no foul.

Now, you get down there

and find him,

take him across the border

and bury him deep.

One of ours?

No, border patrol.

Goddamn it.

All right, everybody move out.

We got enough heat without

any of us being found carrying

a decorated war vet's body

with a bullet in it.

Let me tell you,

tonight you get back here

and deal with this situation,

and then I don't want to hear

anything about this ever again.

All right.

Bomb!

Thanks, Spooky.

I owe you.

Damn right you do.

Gracias.

Mexico.

You've been unconscious

for days.

You lost a lot of blood.

I-I think you may have

broken some ribs.

It's a really good thing

you were wearing that vest.

Could you--?

Oh, yeah.

Thank you.

It's surprising you didn't

break anything else.

You fell, like, 20, 30 feet.

You stitched me up.

Oh, you did good work.

It looks like

it's healing nicely.

Who brought me here?

Marina, the woman that works

for me, and her brother,

Eduardo, and some friends.

How did they know

where to find me?

I should go.

Why do you stay in New Lago,

Joanna?

John Rhodes.

He's Carly's--?

No, no, he's not.

No. No.

You grow up in a town like Lago

and you marry the first guy--

And he was no winner, either.

He died when Carly was 2.

He drove head-on into a, uh, bar

that he just spent

a week's salary in.

And Rhodes?

After Jerry died,

the only thing I had left

was unpaid bills.

The only family

I had in the world

was Carly and my brother,

Donnie, and he couldn't

hold on to a job

if it had a handle on it.

And then Rhodes came to town,

and he was rich,

and kind,

and smart,

and he courted me for months.

After we started...

seeing each other,

he set me up in my own store,

and he was--

He was good to Carly and me.

He was so gentle.

And then he decided

to make Lago his home,

and no one could believe

that a man like that

would want to stay here.

And he started to throw money

into everything,

and he started

to rebuild the town.

And everyone felt safe.

Hell, I felt safe

for the first time in my life.

For a while.

And then suddenly

the rules started

and I couldn't go anywhere

without him knowing about it.

And before we knew

who John Rhodes really was,

he had owned us,

and in a blink, there were

no more business owners,

there were just employees.

I stay here because

I know he'll hurt my child.

And I know there's nowhere

that I can run

that his money will not find us.

How many times have you

been out here to check on me?

A few.

Doesn't Rhodes know you're here?

No.

No, I, uh, cross the border

all the time

to get low-priced items

for the town pharmacy.

He doesn't have any problem

making money

off the Mexican economy.

Yeah, I had a feeling

those construction workers

weren't, uh, from Scottsdale.

Yeah, they're just cheap slaves

and he'll send them

right back to Mexico

when he's done with them.

Why are you helping me?

Because someone needs

to stop him.

I'm not your man.

Why?

Well, you need a soldier.

I'm not...that anymore.

Is it because--?

No, because of what caused it.

You know that sound after you've

heard a really loud noise?

Ringing?

Yeah.

That's the sound

of a frequency dying.

Once the sound is gone,

that...part

of your hearing's gone.

I haven't been able

to...make a fist, or--

Or pick up a gun.

Nothing.

But you fought off

all those men.

Just instinct.

Just, uh, defending myself.

That part of me that did damage,

that's gone.

I think there's something

you need to see.

I am a citizen!

The law says if I serve

in your Army

I am a citizen. Please!

He's a decorated

United States Marine.

I don't give a f***

what you say he is, Morgan.

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