Day of Reckoning

Hostage being held at gunpoint,

corner of Bostwick and Second.

White male, passenger seat, white female driver seat.

Identified gunman as Billy Smith.

This guy's acting crazy,

waving his fucking gun around. He's gonna kill her.

Hold tight. That's an order.

No!

Hey, Billy! Billy!

Billy, I need you to put that gun down

and step out of the car and talk to me.

This got nothing to do with you.

This is a family matter,

and you are not part of this goddamn family.

You find my goddamn wife

and you bring me my son right fucking now.

He's gonna fucking kill her.

- Shut up! - Billy!

Look, if I'm here dealing with this,

I can't be out looking for your son.

Now, put the gun down.

Get out of the car and we'll go find your wife together, okay?

Goddammit, John, there's a kid in the backseat.

Oh. Goddammit.

Billy. No!

We're looking for your wife.

I've got him. I got a clean shot.

Do not fire into that vehicle.

You don't want to come to me?

How about I come to you? All right?

Now, look, I'm unarmed.

Do not come over here, Sheriff!

That's all I want. I just wanna see my--

I know you want to be a good dad.

But you need to be a good uncle right now.

All right?

You get that, don't you?

- Get out of the way. - Stay back!

You're gonna put that gun down.

And we're just gonna talk.

Don't come any closer.

-You motherfucker, I swear to Christ! -It'll be all right.

I swear I will fucking kill her.

It's gonna be all right.

We're just gonna talk. It's gonna be all right.

Don't come any closer.

It's gonna be all right.

No!

Goddammit!

No, no, no! Okay.

Hey! We need help!

We need to get an ambulance here. Come on!

Let me see. Let me see.

Oh, shit!

Goddammit!

Run, run, run, run.

John.

John, wake up.

-John-- -Yeah. What?

There's somebody outside.

-There's somebody outside. -Okay, okay, okay.

- Hey! Who's out there? - Go, go, go.

Run, run, run.

What the hell?

I'm pretty sure our lives aren't in danger.

Well, go after them.

I'm sure it was the Killroy kids.

I'll ride over there and talk to Wyler

about it in the morning.

Wyler isn't gonna do shit.

Hell, he probably paid for the toilet paper.

What happened to you?

Let's go.

Oh, shit!

Get down!

Everybody get down!

Don't you fucking look at me!

Get down!

Pull open the drawer. Pull out the cash!

Get it on the counter!

- Who's the manager? - You've got two hands. Use 'em.

Who's the fucking manager?

- Is that you? - Face in the dirt.

-You the manager? -Yes.

All right, you're gonna take my friend into the vault.

You're gonna give him this morning's cash pickup.

Don't fuck around! Go!

Hey, you!

-Open. Drawer. Now! -Okay, okay.

Cash on the counter! Hurry up!

Okay, okay.

Faster!

Faster!

Everybody stay calm.

Pretty soon we'll be out of here.

Go! The vault's in the back.

Sixty seconds, boys. Let's go!

Fuck!

- Hey, get down! - Open the vault.

Get down on the fucking floor now!

Get down!

What about you? You want to be a hero?

Get down!

Fucking stay there.

Come on, let's go!

Hands where I can fucking see them!

Don't do anything stupid.

We're good?

- We're heavy. - Okay, come on.

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

Oh, shit.

Marshal, reports confirm Tipton bank hit

just 15 minutes ago.

Well...

I suppose your boyfriend's

gonna be pretty excited to see you

when he gets back from a hard day at work.

Um... Marshal Hayden?

-Yeah? -This Kyle Rusk,

how long have you been hunting him?

Seven years.

So how does he keep getting away?

Small time rookie cops like you keep screwing up.

Don't screw up.

Yes, sir.

Oh, it's cramped in here.

We should have brought our car.

Suck it up.

We'll be out of here soon enough.

-Anything? -Not yet.

There.

All right, boys, we're on.

-That's not him. -Hold tight.

We need Rusk.

That's him.

Rusk approaching.

Fuck!

The cops are here! The cops are here!

We're made, we're made! I repeat, we are made.

Go, go, go!

Hey! Let's go!

Oh, shit.

Freeze!

This dude ain't worth shit.

I need an ambulance.

Yeah, that doesn't look very good.

One question first.

Where's Rusk?

I don't fucking know.

Somebody fucking help me.

You don't know where your partner is?

He's not my fucking roommate, bitch.

He thinks he's gonna split the cash.

We ain't gonna let you live.

No. I mean, all things considered,

I'd say you're lucky.

I don't know, you fucking psycho!

All right.

Okay.

They fucking have a farm in Burnham, Georgia.

Oh, fuck.

I guess we're going to Burnham.

If we can catch him, we can beat him there.

We can't take these cops to Burnham.

It's across state lines.

It's out of their jurisdiction.

So find out who's in that jurisdiction.

I bet he threw a damn fit when he saw it.

I bet he did.

More like Sheriff Dipshit, if you ask me, you know.

Look at him, still cleaning up.

Oh, man. That's sad. Sad.

Good morning, Sheriff.

-Sheriff. -Jonas.

That's your truck outside?

Yeah. Yeah, it is.

-It's in my spot. -Oh.

I just figured you'd be coming in late and all, you know.

You figured that, did you?

I did.

Hey, look. Relax, John.

We're just heading out.

I'm gonna follow him up to his farm

and see about those power lines.

Yeah. Danny.

Good seeing you, Sheriff.

Jonas.

Those kids got you good, huh?

Yeah.

I'm gonna head up to Killroy's after to fill out a report.

A report?

Seriously?

Yeah. Why not?

Uh, they're just kids being kids, man.

Come on. You want to give them a juvie record?

Look, I already talked to Wyler, man.

It's taken care of.

-You talked to Wyler? -Yeah.

Laura called this morning.

She told me what happened, so I made a few calls.