Red State Page #5

Local Agent 3.

Goddamn it!

- What are you...

- Who the f*** are you?

Did he fire at us?

- No, he was armed.

- Did he open fire at us?

- Son of a b*tch had a machine gun!

- They got kids in there, a**hole!

- Sorry! I'm sorry.

- Kids you just turned into hostages!

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- A**hole!

You can't talk to me, you son of a b*tch.

I am a King's County elected official!

Sit your ass back in your vehicle!

Now!

How much you think

a cross like that costs?

You mean in dollars or common sense?

Zing!

We get the spike mic set up?

Well, we were about to,

and then Barney Fife happened.

Well...

Let's go old-school.

We get any blueprints or whatnot?

- 1922.

- It's all county had.

They haven't built an addition to the original

structure for the last 50 years. No permits.

They got anything on four legs except horses

we gotta look out for?

Isn't this a stable?

No, that's Home Depot.

It was a stud farm. Belonged

to the last neighbors the Coopers ever had...

before Abin drove 'em off

and bought the land.

That's where they load up with all the lumber

so they can build this elegant f***ing fence.

Million-dollar views from three directions

and then, bam! "Casa de Bat Sh*t."

Do you know how you get

a valley this beautiful all to yourself?

Put a giant f***ing cross

on your front lawn.

Give me the horn.

This is Special Agent

Joseph Keenan of the ATF.

We're here to execute

a search warrant on the premises...

on suspicion of violation

of the National Firearms Act.

Put down any weapons, come out with

your hands up, and you will not be harmed.

Repeat:
You will not be harmed.

I think it's the use of the word "repeat"

that makes this work every time.

You wanna breach?

No.

Give 'em a minute.

Get a line opened up.

Yeah, that's gonna...

Come on!

Goddamn it!

Get down! Agent, get down!

Right now!

This is Special Agent Keenan, sir.

Cooper's Dell has escalated

into a firefight.

Requesting backup.

Get the f*** outta here. Go grab a rifle.

The local sheriff shot

and killed an armed assailant.

We C-C'd. They opened fire.

They shot Brooks.

The f***ing church people!

They're heavy with AK's and TECs.

I need backup now!

You said this was gonna be

a simple in-and-out, sir.

Simple just sh*t itself.

Media, sir?

The closest TV station's

a hundred miles away.

The local paper prints once a week.

Media's not a factor, sir.

Sir, that sounds like...

With all due respect, sir...

maybe we should get the deputy

assistant director on this call.

Jesus Christ, there's kids in there, sir!

Just give me another 10 minutes.

I can open up a line...

I'm gonna want something in writing

to protect myself and my field office.

No, I'm gonna need something more

substantial than your word for this.

Either I get a text,

or an e-mail, or something official...

I can stand behind or it's no-go.

Get on the ground!

Get on the ground now!

Down! Who else

is coming out that door, huh?

- It's just me.

- Bullshit!

There's kids in there

and I wanna get 'em out.

Is that Group 2?

Are they sending us more agents?

The situation's been reclassified.

We're to take down

this domestic terrorist cell.

- We fired on them first, Joe.

- We didn't.

That fat f***ing a**hole local.

What are the orders?

Hold on a second. We don't even know

what the goddamn situation is in there.

Our intel is limited. We've had

no f***ing communication with them!

"Our investigation

of the Five Point Church...

at Cooper's Dell

has uncovered an extremely hostile...

domestic terrorist cell, heavily armed...

with intentions of bombing

a local shopping mall this morning."

You're f***ing kidding me!

"When we came with arrest warrants,

they opened fire on us...

killing the assistant

special agent in charge...

leaving us no choice but to take

the premises with deadly force."

Jesus Christ.

There are women,

and there are kids inside there, man.

"In the resulting firefight,

all suspects were killed."

Give 'em the gas, then dynamic entry.

Joe, the suits ain't here.

We're here, Joe.

You're here. You can call this.

And then what, Harry?

The FBI takes over,

and we look like a**holes...

who can't do our jobs... again.

That's what happens the minute

a single news van rolls up...

and any one of these people

walks out of there alive...

goes on CNN and says we're the bad guys.

Doesn't matter who the f***'s around

to tell it to the goddamn news.

That's exactly what we're gonna be...

the f***ing bad guys!

I got 18 years in.

I'm not telling my wife she's gotta

clip coupons till we're dead...

'cause I couldn't follow a simple order,

shitty as that order is.

And we're not talking about Gandhi here.

I got a piece of Brooks's skull

in my f***ing knee.

They're shooting at us

with military ordnance.

These ain't a bunch of tweakers

in a motel meth lab.

They are big bad eggs.

Get your men ready for a breach.

Sir, I've apprehended one of the suspects.

Unarmed girl, early 20s.

She's says she's the caretaker

of the kids in the house.

She says she wants to get the kids

out the back without her people knowing.

I think she's legit, sir.

Requesting instructions. Over.

This is a hostile domestic terrorist cell.

Use of deadly force is permitted.

- She's not even armed. Over.

- We're not terrorists.

Those are your goddamn orders.

It's the wrong move, Joe.

We're not terrorists.

We're not. You can't do this. Please.

- No! We're not terrorists!

- Stay back! Stay back!

Please, don't! Please! Oh, God.

You need to take this gun

and go back to the house, ma'am.

- Run back to the house.

- I don't want it.

Take the gun and head back

into the house!

No! You're gonna shoot me!

Take the f***ing gun, b*tch,

and go to the house!

No! Oh, God!

Get in there!

Your daddy's dead.

This is how you respect his memory?

By trying to run out on your family?

No. Mama, they think we're terrorists.

They're gonna kill us all.

Good.

Then I'll be in heaven with Caleb.

Isn't that what you want?

To be with your daddy and Jesus?

But, Mama, what about

Melanie and the babies?

Me and the babies, Mama.

"How sharper than a serpent's tooth

to have a thankless child"!

You get down on your knees

and pray for God's forgiveness!

When you get done with that...

you take this,

come join your family up front.

Come on, come on.

- Like a good Christian.

- Yeah.

They're trying to kill

the children, Daddy.

They're trying to kill us all, baby.

I don't wanna live in this world no more.

I wanna go toJesus.

Well, baby...

if you die...

fighting an army

of sodomite-protecting idolaters...

I suspect the good Lord's

gonna give you a mansion in his kingdom.

You always know what to say

to make me feel better, Daddy.

"Now learn ye the parable of a fig tree."

Yes.

Such as Matthew 24.

"When his branch is yet tender...

and putteth forth leaves...

know that summer is nigh."

Well, baby...

Iooks like summer's about as nigh

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