Close Range

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Thank you.

Same as you, a**hole.

What's he saying?

Open it.

I find out that she's hurt,

or you even so much as f***ing

touched her, then I'm gonna make you pay.

- Understand?

- I didn't touch her, Holmes.

I swear. Nobody did.

Hailey. It's your uncle. Colton.

You remember me?

I'm here to get you home, sweetheart.

Are you hurt?

No, I'm not hurt.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

Nobody's hurt or touched you in any way?

- No. Please, just get me out of here!

- I told you nobody touched her.

Yeah? And for that, you're gonna

get off easy. Be back in a second.

Okay. We're safe now. All right?

I'm gonna need you to keep

your eyes closed for me, okay?

There's things out there

that you don't need to see.

Okay, now let's go.

Come on. That's it.

Thank you.

Those guys...

why did they take me?

You're gonna have to ask your dad that.

Step-dad.

Yeah, step-dad.

Hailey!

Mom!

Oh, my God!

Are you all right, sweetheart?

I was so worried about you.

Did they hurt you?

- I'm fine.

- Okay, okay.

Thank you.

I had nowhere else to turn.

I didn't do it for you,

or that a**hole husband of yours.

- I did it for her.

- But you still did it. Thank you.

The men who did it to her are gonna

have friends. And they'll be coming. So...

better go get your stuff together.

You chasing bad guys, Dad?

- Trying.

- Well, I know you're doing your best.

Look, Weston, I gotta go, but I'll see you

at the game later tonight, okay?

- I love you.

- I love you too, Dad.

I thought I was the only one dealing

with Victor these days.

Victor is dead.

I'm sorry to hear that, Seor Garcia.

He played roulette, a young man's game.

The bullet won.

Regardless, it seems that Walt Reynolds

may have a house guest.

I would like to speak with him about it.

Yeah. Look, with all due respect,

I can't do this anymore.

You're still receiving

our payments, yes?

- Yeah.

- Well, with all due respect, sheriff,

I am not Santa Claus delivering gifts

without expecting anything in return.

- You know.

- I'm listening.

I want you to go to Walt's place.

But I want you to detain him,

this guest, if he's there.

With Walt and his daughter.

And I'll be down there shortly.

And I will deal with them myself.

Yeah, who is this house guest, anyway?

I'm sending you his picture now.

That's Colt MacReady.

He's Walt's wife's brother.

- You know this man?

- Yes, I do.

He was a soldier, but no one's seen him

around for a few years. He's been on the run.

Well, this gringo killed some of my men.

And my nephew.

I have my own way of delivering justice.

- Uncle Colton?

- Yeah?

I... I have a clean shirt for you.

- Thanks.

- Yeah.

You know, I hardly remember you.

I spent a lot of time overseas.

I remember we went hunting once.

- You remember that?

- Yeah, you shot a deer.

Yeah. That was before your dad died.

- That was before a lot of things.

- Before Walt.

Yeah, well, I didn't exactly

have a lot of options.

There's always options.

Goddamn it, Angela!

I told you

you shouldn't have called him.

You got any idea the sh*t storm

that's gonna rain down on us now?

I had to do somethin', Walt.

For all I knew you were in hiding

and you were never comin' back.

And who could blame you, after you

screwed over the people that you did?

What are you talkin' about?

I had everything under control.

You can't even control

your own five senses.

Get in the car! We're leavin'.

They're not goin' anywhere with you.

Yeah? How many people you ghost

trying to get her back here?

They ain't safe here no more.

None of us are!

You listen to me.

My sister and her kid are gonna put you

and this place in the past.

You are never gonna

see 'em again. Understand?

Hey...

Now look... I already gave them back

what they thought I took.

I didn't even think they'd miss it.

I gave it back, they were supposed

to give her back.

Yeah, well, they didn't.

This is all your fault.

Goddamn son of a b*tch.

Angela... listen.

I told you I was gonna get her back.

You gotta believe me.

I came back here for you.

For both of you.

So we could all get

the hell out of here!

Goodbye, Walt.

We're goin'. Come on, Hailey.

This ain't right. This is our home.

Well, you should have thought about that

before shackin' up with that son of a b*tch.

- How dare you put this on me.

- Like you didn't know? Don't give me that.

You know.

Maybe not everything.

Maybe not the ins and outs, but...

- you ain't stupid.

- Yeah.

With me he found a piece of property

where he could makes some money

- running drugs across the border.

- Yeah.

But without it, we would've lost

this place a long time ago.

Our family put their lives

into this place.

- And you let him run it into the ground.

- What was I supposed to do?

Jim died and Hailey was left

without a father.

God bless him, he was a good man.

But he left me with bills and debts

that I couldn't pay.

And where were you?

Away doing God knows what!

Sh*t.

Ain't no good ever come from me

talking to the police, Angie.

Ain't no good gonna come

from you talking to these here.

Quick. Hide in there!

Come on! These are cops, not cartel.

I'll take care of this.

All right.

If I don't get back to you, you take Hailey

and you get the hell out of here.

Okay.

Is everything gonna be all right?

Son of a b*tch.

- Morning, Angela.

- Jasper.

How's it goin' out here?

Walt around?

- What the hell is all this about, sheriff?

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