Close Range Page #4

Drop it! Drop the gun!

Cruz?

Kill him.

- Friends of yours?

- I don't got no f***in' friends!

Hey, gringo! We just want the drive!

What the hell's he talkin' about?

What is that?

I don't know.

All right, they got to high ground.

We gotta move.

Wait... what about my partner?

Your partner's dead. You stay here,

you're gonna be dead, too.

- You killed my brother.

- Yeah?

And I'm gonna kill you,

you little b*tch. Let's go!

Cruz?

I haven't been able

to raise my deputies either.

Yes, Jefe. Let's go.

This man, Colt...

you said you knew him.

Yeah. He saved my life once, years ago.

I drove my car into a pond,

he saw it, pulled me out.

You ran your car into a pond

because you'd been drinking all day.

But you said he was wanted? For what?

He was a soldier. A highly

decorated one at that, but...

he was a loose cannon.

He went crazy in Iraq,

put his superior officer

in the hospital.

They tried to jail him for it.

He's been on the run ever since.

My brother disobeyed an order that

would've disgraced him and his uniform.

Something you clearly

know nothing about.

He gave them everything.

And they just turned their back on him.

He's a gun for hire.

Armed robberies, abductions...

Sometimes gets paid

to kick people's asses.

He's a low life drifter.

Stays off the path,

impossible to track,

no real possessions, so...

nothin' he can't walk away from.

Nothing he can't walk away from?

My brother's comin' back for us.

He's gonna kill all of you.

- That's him!

- That's the gringo.

Kill him.

The girls back at the house...

they still alive?

The drive, what's on it?

Everything.

Everything:
Names, bank accounts,

stash house locations.

The drive's the only place

the information exists.

It's the only way Garcia can find them.

Wyatt, Logan, do you copy?

Wyatt, Logan, come in.

Wyatt, Logan, come in.

Still no word from my men. They're probably

out there lying dead somewhere

- because of all this.

- Soldiers die, sheriff.

They're not your soldiers.

They were cops!

And they were here because of you.

What did you think was going to happen?

I didn't have a choice.

But you had to consider the possibility.

Look, I told you, I don't wanna be

a part of this anymore.

I've done all I can here, haven't I?

The girls, you've got them.

They're not going anywhere.

Surely your "soldiers"

can take it from here.

I'd say you earned

your salary today, yes.

Yeah.

Forever.

How's your kid these days?

You don't just walk away

from a guy like me, sheriff.

We'll take care of things on our end.

You just do your part.

Figure out how to clean up

your mess like you always do.

Jefe!

Get up!

Bring her too.

Gringo! Gringo!

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