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you're here, man.

I'll tell you what, man,

my brother.

My brother, man! You know

who the f*** he is, right?

You know who I am!

You let me go.

'Cause I swear to God, homie,

if you don't, then my brother

will f*** you up, man!

But you let me go

and he'll go easy on you,

I promise you that, man!

I promise you,

if you just let me go, man...

I think you know why I'm here.

What'd they call you,

the Highway Man?

You like to make young girls

feel helpless?

Beating 'em?

Raping them?

Girls like Darcy.

That make you feel powerful?

That make you feel

like a big man?

What a beautiful night for a drive.

Enjoy the ride, Highway Man.

Uh... it's Rex, Drayke.

He's, uh...

Take me there.

How long has it been

since your last confession?

What is it, my son?

Thank you for my party.

- You're welcome.

- I love you.

You know there's nothing to be

afraid of, right?

Hello?

Chester!

Where the f***'s my brother?

I told you to keep

an eye on him!

He gave me the slip.

I called you on the pre-paid.

Get in there and get him.

- This wasn't an accident.

- Now, we don't know that.

We don't know what?

I'm just

sayin' there's...

no need to tear

the town to pieces.

Look, you live in this town

'cause I say you

live in this town.

I'll burn this motherf***er down

if I want to

and there ain't a f***ing thing

you can do about it.

And you better take care of him.

He's young.

Fire's on the way.

What did he say?

Stay out of it.

I'll take care of 'em.

Sure.

You need to pick

your battles, son.

What battles did you pick?

You listen to me,

you arrogant little sh*t!

Things were different back when

I started making compromises.

Everything I did

was to keep Hope safe.

And that's what let me

sleep at night.

How you been sleeping lately?

F***.

You killed him?

Technically, it was the explosion

that killed him.

You can't stay here.

Drayke's gonna start a war.

- The older brother?

- Yeah, the crazy older brother

of the guy you just killed.

Drayke runs this town.

Meth. Guns.

He's the mayor.

We're all just paying rent.

How long have they been here?

Forever. Original charter.

Drayke's the worst

of the First 9.

He killed the president of the MC

and then he took over.

- What about the police?

- A couple of deputies.

The sheriff's in Drayke's pocket.

The rest of us, we just

keep our mouth closed,

our eyes shut,

and Drayke leaves us alone.

You know how it is.

Yeah.

So if you're gonna shake

the cage, go for it.

But leave me out of it.

I came here for Rex.

You come for one of them,

you get them all.

Why stay?

'Cause this is all I got.

Mike tried to get us out.

- My husband.

- They killed him.

He didn't come home.

Well, that's the nice way of saying it.

"He didn't come home." Like...

Like he's gonna walk through

the door one day and be like,

"Hey, honey, I'm not dead.

I just went out for cigarettes."

He didn't even smoke.

Look, you got a death wish?

That's cool.

Knock yourself out.

But it's gonna heat up

around here because of you.

Hey, Rex was a rapist, a murderer.

So'? Who are you?

Superman?

Sh*t.

Okay, wait.

Maybe...

Maybe you should stay.

I mean, you're... you're

all paid up and everything.

Okay.

Okay.

Earthquake survival kit?

No, just stocking up

on a few things.

Hey, how's that, uh, new guy?

Uh, quiet.

Doesn't, uh...

Doesn't talk much.

That's like something

you read in the newspaper

and then you find a bunch

of headless hookers.

Is he nice?

Um... He's the strong, silent type.

Big guy, huh? Big dude.

Yep.

- Listen, Darcy, I was thinking...

if you're not busy...

- Deputy.

- Hey, Kirby.

Coffee?

Uh, no, thanks.

I'm already eight cups deep.

Cool.

Hell of a thing last night, huh?

Yeah, still smell

the smoke.

Accident?

Be nice, wouldn't it?

Hey, what happened to your eye?

I, uh, clocked myself in the face

with some loose drywall.

It's maintenance season

at the chateau.

The, uh, guy staying at your place,

who is he?

Just a guy. Cool car.

Pays in advance.

He hit you?

If he hit me

I'd be breathing through a tube.

- He's not like that.

- Okay.

He scrapped it out with

a prospect yesterday, so...

It's none of my business.

- Got one.

- Our vigilante?

Well, it could be.

Pierce County,

Washington State.

- Rex Ray Salgado burned alive.

- Salgado?

Six counts of rape,

assault, sexual battery.

- Highway Man. Piece of sh*t.

- Our guy's M.O.

Same as Burrows.

Skated perp living outside the walls

gets offed in style.

But check that out.

His older brother

is ATF's most wanted,

Drayke Salgado,

president of The Circle,

a bunch of vicious biker fucks

straight out of the pen.

Well, our vigilante

is probably long gone.

Nah, I doubt it.

No, if our guy whacked

Drayke Salgado's brother,

they wouldn't let him

out of town alive.

- Hm?

Fine. It was... no trouble. Really.

- Thanks.

- How many what?

Bikers. Here in Hope.

Depends on what

they're running...

drugs or guns.

Sometimes as many as 30,

as few as 9.

Sometimes more, sometimes less.

They're like...

they're like roaches.

Taking off?

Soon.

Say goodbye before you go.

You, uh... You know you're paid up

for another night, right?

Well, I... Fridays,

I like to make a big dinner,

drink some wine,

watch The Price Is Right.

It's usually just me.

Tomorrow is Friday.

You're gonna

make me ask?

Sounds nice.

You know you can get

out of town, right?

Get the f*** out,

and no one would know.

And I won't say sh*t about Rex.

Burn the login book.

You were never here.

- Yeah.

- So why don't you?

Like you said...

I've already paid

for another night.

Oh! F***!

Drayke wants to see you.

I'm busy!

All right, all right, all right!

What does he want?

- He's lonely.

Drayke.

You know, I can't fight.

I'm scared of my own shadow.

My little brother

was killed last night.

Yeah, I know.

I mean, I heard.

I'm... I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

Well, yeah, nobody should have

to lose someone they care about.

Yeah, it brings up some, like...

a lot of emotions.

You know, like...

anger, sadness...

rage.

Confusion.

That's why you're here.

I'm totally confused, you know?

Perplexed.

I don't... I don't know anything,

if that's what you mean.

Kirby.

You know everything

that goes on in Hope.

Look, I...

You know why our club

is called... The Circle?

I, um...

Because we're like links in a chain.

You know, we're all connected.

Now, I need you to be an extra link.

Help us.

Help you how?

I need to know where he goes,

what he does, who he is.

I don't want to kill him

if he's an undercover fed.

- 'Cause it'd bring too much heat.

- Well, I don't, uh...

Yeah, okay.

Sure.

Anything you need.

Good.

That's good, Kirby.

I'd keep your hand still

if I were you.

No!

- Close your fist.

- What'?

- Squeeze it.

- Argh! Agh!

- Close your fist.

- Squeeze it!

Sh*t!

Now...

tell me a story.

Okay.

Okay, thanks. Thank you.

What's going on?

Just, uh, doing a check

on our friend, the tourist.

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