Homefront

They're in.

This will make me happy.

How much should we cook?

This batch will yield 30 pounds.

Move, tweak.

Are you f***ing kidding me? Don't

be lighting that sh*t up in here.

Take it outside, Jojo.

All right.

Deal we had was 50

keys by a plane, JT.

Your guy gets held up at Port

Arthur, that is not my problem.

Danny T will appreciate that.

Everything set, Dalton?

Yeah, all good.

Same plane, same pilot, same price.

Good.

F*** this half-ass plane.

We have 20 hardcore motherfuckers

who can drive this sh*t to Tucson.

Well, my way is the safe way.

Your call, Danny.

Look, you're my kid, but

we're doing it Dalton's way.

Everybody, let's start

packing this sh*t up.

We're out of here in 30 minutes.

Let's go.

Let's roll, boys.

Go, go, go.

- Go, go, go.

- Get your hands up.

We need to go.

We need to go.

DEA! Show me your hands!

Don't move. Don't move.

Show me your hands!

Get 'em up! Get on the ground!

Jesus Christ. Somebody give

me a 20 on my agent inside.

- Don't move.

- All right.

Don't do it!

Don't do it!

You were one of us,

you f***ing rat!

Move. Move.

What the f*** was that?

Jojo,

let's get the f*** out of here.

Drop your weapon!

Freeze.

He's undercover!

Stand down!

Stand the f*** down!

Put your f***ing weapon down!

Take that, motherf***er!

All units, I got two on the move.

Dark green muscle car heading

south-east on St. Bernard towards MLK.

Agent in pursuit.

I repeat, agent in pursuit.

What the f*** was that?

F***! There's cops all

over the f***ing place.

F***! F***!

Come on, Dalton.

You wanna play chicken,

motherf***er? Let's do this.

Out of this car, Danny.

Out of the car!

You rat, motherf***er!

Put the gun down.

Drop it, Jojo.

Drop the gun. Drop it!

Ahh!

Drop the gun.

Stand down!

Stand down!

He's DEA! Get him away.

Stand down.

F*** you.

You were one of us.

You murdered my son,

you motherf***er.

You're dead.

Your kids are f***ing dead.

He was down. He was done.

He went for his gun.

That's protocol, Broker.

Broker. Broker!

Don't walk away from me.

Broker!

Cool hat.

Thanks.

Give it back.

You scared?

I said, give it back.

You want it?

Come get it.

What are you gonna

do about it? Cry?

Go on.

Cry.

I asked you twice.

Twice what, loser?

I asked twice.

Yeah, if you're gonna take the job,

you might as well do it right.

There's all kinds of

wood you can get here.

You got virgin cypress,

you got longleaf pine,

you got that pressure treated pine.

Well, that's my favorite one.

Now, anybody want to use the

cheapest sh*t they can find,

might as well buy

the sh*t from IKEA.

Look at this. Mites done

ate all through it.

Man!

Wonder why you got to do the

job again every two years.

That's some sh*t. Look at this.

Hello.

I'll be right there.

Something wrong?

Oh, something at Maddy's school.

You okay to finish?

Yeah, man.

I'm working with you,

not for you, Broker.

Hey, Broker, don't sweat it.

It's probably nothing.

Yeah, you could be right.

I hear you, but you

need to stay calm about this.

Stay calm?

I don't feel calm,

so why the hell should I stay calm?

No, 'cause it makes

no logical damn sense.

Now I want this thing settled,

and I mean now.

It's gonna be, honey.

But getting yourself all wound

up like this ain't helping.

Who's that, huh?

That's right. Just listen to Jim.

Who's that?

You know him? Huh?

I don't know.

Is that the father of the goddamn

little girl? Are you the father?

Mr. Broker?

What happened?

Maddy's fine. She's in the classroom.

Will you come with me?

I want to see my boy.

- Teddy, baby, you okay?

- Cassie!

Look at this. Does it hurt?

I know it does.

Look, there's blood all over

his goddamn new shirt, Jimmy.

That's why you gotta watch

the sneaky little b*tches

on the playground.

Hey. Hey.

Hey. Hey.

Hey, what, huh? Hey, what?

You wanna say something?

Hey, hey, hey.

You wanna say something to me?

Why don't we just let

them leave the building?

Why is the sheriff here?

For Cassie Bodine.

Last time we had a scene with Cassie,

she threatened the principal.

Their son is a special needs case.

By the way, I'm Susan

Hetch, school psychologist.

Phil Broker.

Listen, you've got a great girl.

You all right?

So, what happened?

I warned him two times,

like I was supposed to.

The schoolyard monitor said

she saw Maddy hit Teddy pretty hard,

like she knew what she was doing.

He started it.

He's a bully.

Maddy, come on.

Hey.

Maybe this is my fault.

I taught her to defend herself.

Think it's good teaching

your little girl to fight?

No.

Defend herself though, yeah.

Hey, Maddy, do you mind waiting

in the hall, just for a minute?

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

So, Why'd you guys move up here?

It's a little remote

for most people.

She wanted a horse.

Maddy's mother

grew up around here, so

thought it'd be a good place

to start rebuilding.

Her file says that your

wife died fairly recently.

Last year?

Yeah.

It's been hard on her.

Her mom was sick for a while.

Anything else?

Why has he been picking on me?

Yeah, he picks on you because

he thinks you're different.

But I'm not different

Well, from him you are.

Nothing gets clone about it.

Except this guy here

gets walking along.

- Nothing happening there.

- Okay.

Oh, well, then do it. Do it!

All right.

Hey, Broker.

Hey, Jimmy.

Broker!

All right, stand by the car, baby.

What's wrong?

Just stand by the car, please.

Don't take any sh*t, Jimmy.

Jimmy, back in the truck, please.

You owe my son a goddamn apology.

Take it easy,

like the officer said, okay?

Jimmy, back in the truck, please.

Some sneaky little b*tch

cheap shots my son.

Somebody owes us a goddamn apology.

That's goddamn right.

Don't call her that, please.

Don't call her that.

Can you get in the

truck, please, honey?

Don't turn your back on me.

Honey, baby, get in the truck.

- Get him, Jimmy. Get him, Jimmy.

- Hey, hey, hey!

- Come on, take him down, Jimmy.

- Hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

Arrest him! Keith!

Get off of him. Back off.

What the f*** are you doing?

Get this motherf***er out of here.

Sir, move away.

God damn it,

what are you doing?

Keith, what the f*** are you doing?

Cassie, shut up.

You're gonna let him

get away with that?

It's okay, baby.

Get in the truck.

It doesn't look okay.

It's okay.

Get in the truck.

- Go and do something, will you?

- Are you okay?

Breathe, Jimmy.

Jesus Christ!

Yes, mosey on over.

- Am I in trouble here?

- No, no.

I saw what happened.

He was out of line.

You really had to take him

down that hard though?

Embarrassed a man in front

of his child, Mr. Broker.

It goes both ways, Sheriff.

She all right?

You all right?

So, you moved into the old

Griffin place awhile back?

What you doing to

keep busy around here?

There a reason you're

asking these questions?

Well, maybe I'm

just being friendly.

Or maybe I'm bored,

or maybe I'm curious,

or whatever, it doesn't matter.

It's my right to ask.

Things got out of hand, Sheriff.

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