Devil's Gate Page #4

when he tells you no?

He's already told me no.

We all know that I was

called in for a reason,

your sheriff most of all.

I'll take

full responsibility.

This is

pritchard's place.

Stop the car.

Is this pritchard's?

Not that I know of.

The battery

must be dead.

Who abandons all their

stuff in an unlocked car

and leaves the keys?

It's a nice car.

You guys go

to the right place?

Does this look normal

to you?

This is all new.

It wasn't nearly

this crazy three days ago.

Stay here.

I'll talk to him first.

Gate's locked.

Hey, Jackson!

It's Colt salter! You in there?

I want to ask you

a few questions.

Jackson?

Hey, I'm going

around back.

You wanna grab

a handheld from inside

the glove box?

- Radio check.

- Loud and clear.

Son of a b*tch.

Unless you want that car

to get brain paint job,

keep your hands up!

Up! Where I can see 'em.

Come on. Get 'em up!

I'm special agent Francis,

Mr. pritchard.

You made a mistake

coming here.

I'm here investigating

the disappearance

of your wife and son.

You do want me to find them,

don't you, Mr. pritchard?

Well,

they ain't in here.

So come on. Get walkin'.

That's your wife's car,

isn't it, Mr. pritchard?

What's it doing here

if you told the police

she went to her sister's?

Shut up!

Jackson, hey,

don't do anything stupid.

Although, I'd put

threatening to shoot

a federal agent right up

there with stupid.

Both of you need

to clear off my property,

right now!

You know why we're here.

Give me the gun,

we'll talk about it, okay?

No, Colt!

You take this woman

and you leave.

That's not gonna happen,

Mr. pritchard. Not now.

Jackson, she's right.

Okay? Think about it.

Now, I know you're

not gonna shoot her

and you sure as heck

not gonna shoot me

but if you do, gruenwell

will be here with

the whole army.

You remember when

he caught us tp-ing

Jenny ostlund's house?

You'd have thought he had

al Capone surrounded.

Right?

- Hands on your head!

- Hey.

I said,

hands on your head!

Easy with the gun, okay?

Get on your knees!

Cuff him.

I said, cuff him,

deputy salter!

Yes, ma'am.

Where are they,

pritchard?

They ain't here.

That's the gospel truth.

Her car is still

on the property.

We're 50 miles

from nowhere.

They didn't just

walk out of here.

What the heck was that?

I'm searching

this house.

You keep an eye on this

lying son of a b*tch.

I wouldn't do that

if I were you.

Oh, I'm sure

you don't want me to.

You both need to clear off

my property,

or as god is my witness

I will not be responsible

for what happens!

Colt, you..

If she goes in there

Maria and Jonah

are as good as dead.

Don't you mind

my dog Earl.

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