Paradise

Why don't we just tell everybody the truth?

What, that POTUS was murdered?

And that his tablet with government secrets

and God knows what else is missing,

and that we think the people that built this place are covering it up?

I mean, I'd tune in.

Cal is dead and we're just moving on.

Going about our lives as if nothing happened.

They're still doing the goddamn carnival tomorrow!

I thought you had surveillance cameras all over the place.

Don't worry so much.

If it comes down to it, I'll deal with Robinson.

Why did you two shut down the cameras the night of the murder?

We were playing Wii.

We realized if we shut down the security system,

we could play his video games and use his cool shit

and no one would really be the worse off for it.

My God, you absolute idiots.

I have a message from the president.

He said if something should happen to him, I should find you.

He said Billy Pace is dangerous.

Keep it movin', Billy.

Take the shot.

Goddammit.

- -

Fuckin' worthless idiot of a nephew.

Never hesitate.

That's how they hear you comin'.

Never hesitate.

- -

Good boy.

Hey.

-No, you don't. -

When somethin's no good...

...it has to go.

- -

What the hell is the matter with you, boy?

I told you, never hesi...

Pace!

You're Pace, right?

Dude who killed his uncle?

Killed his uncle over a dog.

- -

Stop!

- You Billy Pace? -Who's asking?

Your second chance.

Let's go.

I said let's go.

Gentlemen, you are here because you are violent men.

Some of you plucked from halfway houses and prisons.

Some of you are flameouts from the SEALs.

But where some might see a pile of unredeemable fuck-ups,

I see opportunity.

I see mercenaries, people who fight wars in parts of the world

where governments are too chickenshit to send in their own militaries

for all kinds of shameful reasons related to the pussification

of this entire fuckin' planet.

So, how does that sound?

Get paid handsomely to travel the world, meet interesting people,

and fuckin' kill 'em.

Now, the man next to me will be known to you as Bull.

He was about as unredeemable a fuck-up as they come.

But now, he's a highly disciplined killing machine,

and his mommy is so very, very proud.

So, who thinks they can take him?

I told you. Bunch of fuckin' pussies.

Oh. Here we go, we got a buyer.

Billy the kid. Alright, you'll go when I say...

Okay, so I know we're in a literal world of shit with Robinson,

and I'm by no means unaware of how deep that literal shit is.

-But Billy? -Yeah?

I'm too excited to sleep.

'Cause of the carnival.

-The carnival, baby! -Right.

Um, I didn't know what to wear,

but I brought options.

And you are picking.

Okay.

I have this one, or...

-uh, this one. -

Well, Jane, our little secret romance

goes right out the window if you put any of those on,

'cause I'm not gonna be able to keep my hands off you.

These outfits might be slightly inappropriate,

but I can't control the thoughts of a bunch of cave-dwelling pervs.

And besides...

Oh, shit.

Good morning to you as well.

My kids have no idea where I am.

Have they never stayed home alone?

When I work late. But, uh, we have a system.

I always let Presley know beforehand.

Probably gonna wanna catch them

before they head to the carnival.

-Is that today? -Mm-hmm.

-That's insane. -

The man isn't even in the ground yet, and they're gonna throw a carnival

the day before his funeral.

-So... -So...

Um... last night was... it was really nice.

Stop it, I'll faint.

So, about what I, uh, said...

Yeah, um, that didn't track for me. But, uh, I'll talk to him.

-Okay. -Okay.

-Maybe I'll see you at the carnival. -Oh, yeah.

-Yeah. -Carnival, yeah.

- I want Mom! Where is she? - She's coming, right?

- All weapons... -Motherfucker!

...and prohibited items must be surrendered.

Have you talked to Mom? Is she coming?

All weapons and prohibited items...

I want Mom!

That includes any outside electronics.

-Stay calm and keep moving. -

Make sure your wristband...

You will be scanned. Step forward, please.

-Wristbands. -

Come on.

Collins, Xavier. Two minors. Spouse, Teri Collins.

My wife... my wife didn't make the plane.

I'm sorry.

- Do not lose your wristbands. -

- What are they doing? - Keep going, keep going.

- We almost didn't make it. -I need you to calm down.

Everybody is gone. Oh God!

Whether you're cops, soldiers, Secret Service,

or private security, we are all here to do the same job:

provide stability.

Excuse me. Collins, right?

Billy Pace. They told me to come find you.

They want us to start securing the area, get people inside of the residences.

What... what residences?

I got no fuckin' clue, bro.

This way.

You can't just have sugar cereal every day.

Yeah, I know the fake bacon is gross, but you just gotta close your eyes,

and pretend it's the real thing.

- Alright. -

But, you can have cereal too, if you promise to drink the milk.

- Okay, I will. -

Morning.

Morning.

Did I misunderstand our system?

-I... um... -'Cause last I checked, we had a system.

I am...

Dad, if you're working the night shift, you have to let me know.

Hey, I know. And, um, I am so sorry.

I just...

I screwed up.

Uh-huh. It's okay.

I know it's been a weird few days.

Here, gag on some fake bacon. You'll feel better.

-We're going today, right? -To the carnival?

-You know it, bud. -I will meet you guys there later.

I am heading to the carnival to help the band set up.

What band?

Just the one that's playing at the carnival.

Okay. Sorry, I'm just playing catch-up here.

Are you in a band?