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...Clay Morrow's old lady followed her in, armed.
I'll be back in an hour.
Feds raided the house. I had to leave.
Put the gun down.
And now what happens?
This is from me.
Son for a son.
- Witness Protection? - No.
Eddie...
It's just a shot away It's just a shot away
- Chief, I need to talk to you. - Talk to my deputy. He's in charge.
What?
Goddamn.
Weston and Zobelle are both walking.
Guess little Cliffy couldn't go.
What do you want?
Jesus Christ.
It's lightened the work detail.
We're okay. You should go rinse that off though.
Why he ain't now?
Pfft. Three years.
My guys will escort you wherever you need to go.
I'm driving.
Hey, and me.
We're prepared.
And Zobelle has been working for the FBI all along.
Go.
What you talking about? Zobelle's unprotected.
...his feeling will be for those tender ones of the great human flock...
This is the goddamn Wild West. You put me in charge. I'm calling.
No.
Amen
He sees anyone, hears anything, he'll know it's a trap.
War, children
Ethan Zobelle is an FBI informant.