Red State Page #6

as it ever gonna get.

Let's go.

I shall see the face of the Lord...

and the Lord's glory shall surely...

You're gonna be quiet, okay?

I don't wanna shoot you, but I will.

Okay?

Okay.

Are Travis and Billy-Ray dead?

So what? You gonna f***ing kill me?

If you help me, I won't.

Else I will, I swear.

There's government agents outside...

and they wanna come in here

and kill my family.

- F***ing good!

- Will you shut up?

I'm trying to save your life.

Those government people...

they're gonna kill you too.

They already shot your friend...

and they are gonna kill everyone

in this house...

'cause they screwed up

what they came here to do.

They're gonna kill us

so that we can't tell on 'em.

They don't want any witnesses...

so they're gonna bust in here

and shoot all of us...

even my little brothers

and my sister and my cousins.

But I can't let the babies get killed.

I've done some bad things.

But if I let them babies get killed...

They don't know what

we've been up to in here.

If they did, they could just arrest us.

They could put us on trial...

and then the Zionist media

would make heroes out of'em.

But they are gonna need witnesses...

and that's you.

That's you.

So, if you and me...

we can get out there

without gettin' killed...

we can tell 'em

what's really goin' on in the chapel.

We do that, and they can't

kill the babies.

Sara, baby.

Gimme some sweet tea, will you?

- You want me to save your life?

- No, no.

You want me to save your life?

You killed my f***ing friends.

It's not me I care about

so much as I care about the kids.

My cousin's kid ain't

but three years old and my little sis...

My little sister's only eight.

F*** you.

You think they're gonna believe

that you weren't one of us?

They won't even give you the chance

to tell 'em before they put one in your head.

'Cause once they get inside here

that is exactly what they're gonna do.

You think I give a sh*t?

F*** you...

and your stupid family.

My two best friends are f***ing dead.

So you know what?

Why don't you just go on and kill me too?

You can take that gun

and just f***ing kill me too.

Just put a bullet in my f***ing head...

because that's what I've been waiting for

since you tied me to a f***ing cross!

Cheyenne!

Please.

Yeah, I bet Billy-Ray said please too.

And they still killed him.

So f*** you.

And if you wanna save

your precious f***ing babies...

why don't you suck a f***ing rescue

outta my dick, b*tch?

What?

You get away from her, you heathen!

- Get the f*** off me!

- You!

Mama, please! Mama, stop it!

- Mama, please! Mama!

- Get off!

- You damn heathen!

- Get the f*** off me!

What are you trying to do to her?

Trying to get what you came for?

What did you do to my girl?

Mama!

What's the matter with you, girl?

What's got over you?

Will you put that gun down?

His friends killed your daddy.

If we just confess,

they can't kill the babies.

No, don't go anywhere!

There's men outside

and they aim to kill us.

So you take everybody

up to the attic, okay?

You barricade the door. Okay?

What'd you do?

You do it!

You get 'em up there, goddamn it!

- You do it right now!

- What did you do, Cheyenne?

- Go!

- Mama!

Mommy! Mommy!

Is Mama dead?

Listen.

You go on with Maggie

and the other kids upstairs now, okay?

You go up to the attic

and you stay there until I come get you.

You don't open that door for nobody else

but me, okay? You understand?

Okay, you go on now.

Quick, like a bunny.

Stevie, go!

Go, go, go!

Cocksuckers!

Mordechai!

Top of the crown! Top of the crown!

The Lord is our shepherd.

The Lord is my shepherd.

Team, get ready to flank!

No!

- Freeze! Drop your weapon!

- Look, don't shoot. I'm a hostage, okay?

- We need to talk to who's in charge.

- Drop the f***ing gun!

You don't have to do this.

Get back.

There's enough evidence

to put us all away for life.

- Don't move!

- Get back, all right?

There's babies in the attic!

No!

You all right?

What the f*** was that?

Yes, sir!

Yes, sir! He's calling us home!

Come on, come on!

Come on, children! Come on!

Everywhere, everywhere

Drop the artillery!

There be no need for that anymore.

Where's that sound coming from?

"And the four angels were loosed...

which were prepared

for an hour and a day...

and a month and a year...

to slay a third of men."

Hear ye!

His sacred call to arms!

The heavenly trumpets sound his name!

The one true God comes to rapture!

His faithful slay the wicked...

and send this evil world straight to hell!

Enough! Enough, goddamn it! Enough!

Wait a minute!

Just wait a minute, everybody.

No more fire and brimstone, preacher!

What does that sound mean?

Well, boy...

there ain't nothing left

but fire and brimstone.

Can't you hear?

Can't you hear?

This is the Lord's day of judgment.

Four trumpet blasts.

The seals have been opened...

and the horsemen dispatched.

Three more blasts...

and he closes the book

on this wicked, wicked world!

- Praise His name!

- Praise His name!

So come on!

Come on, G-man.

"G" for "Godless."

"G" for "government."

Come on.

Come on. Shoot me.

Shoot me, you bootlicking...

flag-worshipping heathen!

Shoot me!

It only hastens my reward in eternity.

Shoot me! Shoot me!

And then what happened?

Special Agent Keenan?

Special Agent Keenan?

What happened?

I subdued the suspect...

with a head butt.

- A head butt?

- Yes, sir. The suspect was standing...

unnaturally close.

And then the trumpet blast sounded

three more times, and a fourth and a fifth.

By then it was pretty clear

the rapture wasn't going to happen.

So we rounded up

the remaining Five Pointers.

On the record, Agent Keenan...

this inquiry commends you

for peaceably containing...

a potentially explosive situation.

But, off the record...

you disobeyed a direct order

from a superior, Joe.

I did.

And I have no excuse

that's gonna mean anything here.

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, it is the finding of this inquiry...

that Special Agent

Joseph Keenan be relieved...

as head of Field Office 263.

He's to be placed

on one-week leave without pay...

after which time he'll report

to the Washington office...

for reassignment in the District.

I'm getting promoted?

You're still gonna kill him.

The United States government

doesn't kill people, Agent Keenan...

in or out of custody.

Of course we're gonna kill him, Joe.

We're gonna kill him with kindness.

- You're gonna let him go to trial?

- Oh, come on.

- What is this, September 10, 2001?

- Patriot Act, b*tch.

We can plant him forever, okay?

Without a trial.

Never show him the light of day,

let alone a TV camera or a microphone.

How...

What do you think

we've been doing the last 10 years?

Yeah. It's terrorism, Joe. Okay?

If you kill an American because

of a religious belief, you are a terrorist...

and terrorists get locked the f*** up.

If it's all so easy

to put these people away for life...

why was I given those orders?

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