At the raiders boat, Wes is venting to Tobin in his office.
Wes: Fuck! That was a fucking disaster! For three of those fucking people!
Tobin: I told you! I warned you! Now, those motherfuckers got Griffin. He knows too much.....
Melanie walks into the office.
Melanie: Wes....what happened?
Wes turns to Tobin, then at Melanie.
Wes: We only got three of them. Samantha, Chloe and Sylvester.
Melanie: Samantha? She's here?
Wes: Yes.....
Samantha: What about everyone else?
Tobin: They're still back at that community. They killed Freddie, Charlotte and Bakari.
Melanie sighs in sadness.
Wes: They've also captured Griffin....and my son.
Melanie: What? Wes, we gotta save them. Who knows what they'll do to them!
Wes: We will. Once we leave and deliver these three back to our camp in San Francisco, we're coming back, and we'll take the rest of them.
In Berrington, the sun is rising as Kyle and Sarah get a better look around the courtyard. James was sitting down, holding Cassandra's hand. A cover is laid over Brie's dead body while Anna was leaning over Brigg's dead body, crying and holding his hand, Sarah looks behind her to see Bryan and Connor were digging a graves for Brigg and Brie. Cassandra and James go over to Anna.
Cassandra: I'm so sorry, Anna.
Anna: When I was little.....my parents died...and Brigg looked after me. People said he was a prick, but he was the only thing I had to a Dad....and now...now he's gone. Stabbed in the throat by some fucking asshole who didn't even know him.
Cassandra leans down and places a comforting arm around Anna's shoulder.
Cassandra: Brigg...he...he gave his life so we can keep living on. Brie as well.
Anna: I know that, Cassandra, but it doesn't make it easier.
Cassandra: He'd want us to rescue our people....
James: She's right. That's how we honor your uncle.
Anna: He'd want us to kill the people who took them.
James sighs and then gives a look. John comes up to Kyle and Sarah.
Kyle: So?
John: Griffin's tied up in the basement. He passed out from the pain. Damon, too. Rocky and Shawn are with him now.
Sarah: And the boy?
John: He's in the admin building. I think Rachel and Caleb are with him. Zeke's in the infirmary with Dennis....Morgan's with him now.....Dennis and Kayla say his gunshot was fatal...that he doesn't have long.
Kyle: Thanks, John.
Peter walks up and then kneels to Anna, taking her hand.
Peter: Hey, baby...it's time for us to bury Brigg and Brie....and say our goodbyes.
Anna wipes her tears.
Anna: Okay...
Brie, Connor, Bryan and Alicia walk up to them.
Alicia: I'll help you...
Anna quickly stands up and shoves Alicia down.
Anna: You don't fucking touch him! He's dead because of you! So is Brie!
Alicia falls on her back. Margaret steps in and restrains Anna.
Margaret: Hey, hey, stop. This isn't helping!
Brie: Anna!
Connor: What the fuck was that?!
Anna: You all saw what happened! We had a plan and this dumb bitch fucked it up! My Uncle and Brie are fucking dead, Zeke's hurt and Samantha, Sylvester and Chloe are gone all because of her!
Sarah: Hey, cut that shit out, Anna!
Anna: Someone's gotta say it! It's what everyone's thinking!
James: This is not Alicia's fault! You know who's really to blame for this.
Anna: I can't believe you're all defending her! This is fucking bullshit!
Anna glares at Alicia, who stands back up, looks between everyone then runs away.
Brie: Alicia! Honey!
Bryan: Goddammit...
John: Hey, let me handle this. You guys talk to Griffin, Damon and Hunter, see if you guys can find out where Wes and Tobin took Samantha, Chloe and Sylvester.
Kyle, James, Sarah and Cassandra turn to face John.
John: I wanted to hurt Griffin, you know, make him talk....I don't know about Hunter and Damon, though....
Cassandra: What do you mean?
John: You see how young they are? They're kids. We gonna make a boy hurt just to find our friends?
Kyle: If it means we find our friends, then yes.
James: Are we though, Kyle?
Kyle raises an eyebrow to James.
James: I'm just saying....
John places a hand on Kyle's shoulder and nods at him then walk away to Alicia.
Kyle: Sarah, you better go with John to comfort Alicia.
Sarah: You sure?
Kyle: Yeah, I'll handle Griffin and Damon.
Chris: Uh....about the boy?
Chris walks up to the four.
Kyle: What about him, Chris?
Chris: The admin building got more damaged then we thought, but we put him there.
Sarah: Shit...
Kyle: So, where'd you put him?
Meanwhile, in the basement, Kyle heads down to find Shawn and Rocky. Griffin is tied up over in the corner. Damon is tied in the other corner, beaten.
Kyle: Well?
Shawn: He's been knocked out for some time. Waited for you to get down so we can get to work.
Kyle turns to Damon.
Kyle: And him?
Shawn: Tough little shit. He hasn't spoken a word.
Kyle shakes his head, then turns to Damon.
Kyle: Okay...let's use Griffin, first.....If we don't get anything out of him, we get out of the boy or the other one.
Kyle closes the door, before he, Shawn and Rocky stare at Griffin.
Shawn: You know us soldiers know how to interrogate?
Rocky: Yeah...
Kyle: Rocky, you sure you're up for this? I mean; it's not going to be pretty.
Rocky: Don't worry. I have great interrogation tactics that I've been wanting to try for years now. It's pretty impressive.
Kyle and Shawn look at each other, before back at Rocky.
Kyle: Alright. Let's get to it.
Shawn walks over to a bucket of cold water, grabs it and throws it Griffin.
Griffin: What the fuck?!
Griffin looks up to see the three men standing in front of him.
Griffin: Well, shit. That ain't no way to wake someone from their nap. I was having a nice dream, too, about a woman I used to know, from before. She also had me tied, but not in the scenario I'm in right now.
Griffin chuckles and coughs.
Kyle scoffs at this.
Griffin: Have you two ever interrogated everyone before?
Kyle: Interrogate an asshole? Yes.....and they've always squealed.
Rocky: We all have.
Griffin looks Rocky up and down.
Griffin: You definitely have not.
Shawn: Look, don't make this harder than it has to be, okay? We want to know where Wes took our people.
Griffin: Your people? These people are your people now? Weren't you all the ones that killed Laura?
Kyle: That's not what this is about.
Griffin: Well, shit. It doesn't matter. Soon as Wes and Tobin get where they're going, they're going to turn around and come right back for me. You better give me the five star treatment. If I'm smiling when they get here, you might be able to trade me for a little mercy. We underestimated you motherfuckers, but Wes won't make the same mistake twice.
Kyle nods to Shawn, who walks up to Griffin before Shawn punches Griffin in the face, causing him to spit up blood. Griffin laughs.
Griffin: C'mon, then, boy! Try again!
Shawn begins to brutally beat Griffin. The beatings are heard by James, Sarah, Cassandra and Caleb. Damon begins to tear up hearing the beating. After beating Griffin bloody, Kyle steps up.
Kyle: You gonna talk now?
Griffin: Fuck you. So much the great and scary Kyle Desipich!
Kyle slaps Griffin across the face.
Kyle: Just tell us where they took our friends so we can get them back!
Griffin: You're wasting your time. Wes'll never give them up. Only reason we came here was for more firepower. Losing Bakari, Freddy, Charlotte, Hunter, Damon and me, for three civis who can barely hold a gun...even a dipshit like me can do the math on that one.
Kyle: We are going to get them back.
Griffin: Damn it. You don't know what it's like out there in the wasteland. It's a goddamn blood bath, one community against another.
Kyle seethes.
Kyle: Your group; they're not with the Olympians, are they?
Griffin sighs.
Griffin: No, they're not. We're not. Wes, Tobin and the rest of us are deserters.....The Olympians leader is a madman who's at war with some sick religious fucks. Once they kill each other, San Francisco will be ours for the taking. Apart from the infected, It has supplies that can help us live. We need people to take San Francisco. Soldiers who do what we say. Point the guns the way we tell them. These fucking modern and proper citizens were supposed to be easy pickings until you and your band of killers showed up.
Kyle slams Griffin's head against the table.
Griffin: Motherfuck!
Kyle: There's no fucking way I'd let my people fight your war.
Shawn: Besides, what kind of group is yours if they use force labor to defend it?
Griffin: You think we like doing raids like this? San Francisco is a big city and can be a good home. I do a lot to protect my people.
Griffin looks at Kyle, Shawn and Rocky intently.
Kyle: Just like I can do a lot to protect my people. So stop wasting our time.
Griffin: Okay. Front pocket. The answer to all your questions.
Shawn digs into his pocket and finds a bible cigarette.
Griffin: Read it.
Kyle: But if the Spirit of him that raised up Jesus from the Dead dwell in you, he that raised up Christ from the-
Kyle looks up in confusion.
Kyle: What the fuck is this?! Code?
Griffin: No, dumbass. It's fucking Romans. I was hoping it'd be a passage about letting bygones be bygones or some moralistic shit. Well, what are you waiting for? You gonna light that think or what? Wanna know where your friends are? A smoke'll help me clear my mind.
Shawn pulls out a lighter and lights a cigarette, and Kyle glares at Griffin.
Kyle: Gimme that.
Griffin screams. The scream is heard by James, Sarah and Cassandra as James winces, before Kyle punches him in the gut and tosses the cigarette away.
Kyle: Stop fucking stalling!
Griffin screams before Kyle punches him in the gut and tosses the cigarette away.
Griffin: You fucking cocksucker!
Kyle: You're exhausting my patience, Griffin. Tell me where Wes and Tobin went. NOW!
Griffin looks up at the three men.
Griffin: Fuck you. I'm not a sellout.
Kyle glares at Griffin, then turns to Rocky.
Kyle: Rocky!
Rocky then walks up to Griffin, then begins to punch Griffin repeatedly.
Rocky: (imitating Christian Bale) Where are they?!
Kyle and Shawn look at each other with a raised brow.
Griffin: What?
Rocky clears his throat.
Rocky: (imitating Christian Bale again) I said; where are they?!
Shawn: Uh...Rocky, what are you doing?
Rocky turns and then whispers in his normal voice.
Rocky: I'm interrogating this guy.
Kyle: But in that voice?
Rocky: (imitating Christian Bale) What voice?
Shawn: That voice, dude....why are you talking like that?
Rocky: (imitating Christian Bale) talking like what?
Kyle: Like that?
Rocky: (imitating Christian Bale) This is how I talk...
Rocky clears his throat, then talks in his normal voice.
Rocky: Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I thought that if I talked in a low scary voice to scare the shit out of him.
Shawn: Dude....
Kyle: Just...fucking ask him where he took our people.....
Rocky: Okay....okay...
Rocky clears his throat then grabs Griffin by the throat.
Rocky: Tell us where our people went! You hear me?! You tell us where our people were taken or we'll bring out the gimp and have him buttfuck you!
Kyle and Shawn glare at each other in confusion.
Griffin: What?
Shawn: Yeah, what?
Kyle: What?
Rocky: We'll bring out the gimp, play rock music and have him buttfuck this asshole til he squeals...
Shawn: Uh...Rocky, we don't have a gimp.
Rocky: We do...
Rocky winks.
Rocky: Have a gimp.
Rocky: We do...
Rocky winks.
Rocky: Have a gimp.
Kyle speaks in a mocking voice.
Kyle: We do not....
Kyle mocks Rocky's wink.
Kyle: Have a gimp.
Rocky: We do.
Shawn: No, we don't.
Rocky: Dude...
Rocky sighs.
Rocky: Excuse me...
Rocky walks up to Kyle and Shawn.
Rocky: Guys, play along so we can get him to squeal.
Shawn: By threatening to have a gimp rape him?
Kyle: What kind of threat is that? Threaten to fucking kill him if he doesn't talk!
Rocky: What? Why would we do that? Look, nothing's more scarier than threatening another to simply have another man fuck the shit out of his ass. Well, not the shit in his ass, but just straight beat those cheeks up. Like bam and clap, you know?! Straight drill those bitches!
Griffin: I don't know what's worse; the fact that this is the worst fucking interrogation ever or the fact that I'm actually scared of being raped if that's not a bluff.
Kyle: Just...you shut up and give us a minute.
Kyle, Shawn and Rocky talk privately.
Shawn: Rocky, can we ask you something?
Rocky: Shoot.
Kyle: Do your interrogation tactics happen to be the interrogation tactics of the Dark Knight and Pulp Fiction?!
Rocky: You know those movies? They were pre-apocalypse.
Kyle: Dude, Shawn and I are former Zeus Corps. You think they didn't have movies from the old times for us to watch on our downtime?!
Rocky: Oh, that makes total sense.
Kyle: Dude, do you have any other interrogation tactics that aren't movie quotes?!
Rocky: No, not really.
Shawn: Okay, then....How about this, then?
Shawn turns to Kyle.
Shawn: Kyle. Why don't we interrogate the kid?
Kyle: Him next? Why we haven't gotten anything out of this asshole yet?
Shawn: And it seems like we're not....but we can scare the kid, by "killing" Griffin.
Kyle: Hmmm.....what are you planning?
Shawn turns to Rocky.
Shawn: Rocky...when I tell you to, you go "finish" off Griffin. You feel me?
Rocky: Yeah....I feel you.
Kyle: Okay, then....
Kyle, Shawn and Rocky enter the room where Damon is being kept.
Kyle, Shawn and Rocky enter the room where Damon is being kept.
Damon: You should know; I ain't scare easy...
Kyle: Not trying, too....but if you don't tell us what we want to know...this is gonna be really fucking hurtful for you.
Damon seethes.
Kyle: You obviously don't know who the fuck you're talking to. Do you, kid?
Damon: Yeah....you the motherfucker that took over after the bitch that had this place originally died.
Kyle: Then you must know my reputation...which would not be good for you. Now, you were with these raiding assholes to try and take the people here....You're gonna tell us where they took these people or....you will get hurt.
Damon glares at Kyle for a brief moment.
Damon: Fuck you, man!
Kyle sighs.
Kyle: Fine.
Kyle then turns to Shawn, who pulls out a pistol, then hands it to Rocky.
Shawn: Rocky....go interrogate the other asshole. If he doesn't talk, "kill" him.
Rocky: Got it.
Rocky enters the room where Griffin is held in before Griffin smiles.
Griffin: You again? Jesus Christ....
Rocky smiles, then heads into the corner, before aiming the pistol at Griffin.
Griffin: Oh, you gonna kill me now, huh?
Rocky: Where's our people?
Griffin: Told you before, man! You're never getting them back and Wes is going to come back for the rest of the house people and you!
Rocky: I got no cause to shoot you, asshole.
Griffin: Just pull the fucking trigger.
Rocky: Where's our people?!
Rocky presses his hammer on the gun.
Rocky: You think I won't do it?
Griffin: Yeah, I think you won't fucking do it because you know if you kill me, Wes is gonna reign hell on you so why don't just quit the--
On the other side of the room, a gunshot is heard as Kyle and Shawn stand firm before Damon flinches.
Damon: Jesus....y'all actually killed him.
Kyle: Yep. We actually did.
Rocky enters the room and joins Kyle and Shawn. Rocky nods to Kyle and Shawn.
Rocky: I got that bastard!
Kyle: Good....great job.
The basement door opens as Sarah, Cassandra and James rush down.
Sarah: What happened?!
James: We heard a gunshot.
Kyle: Yeah. We're just showing this kid here that if he doesn't tell us what we want to know that he'll be dead...just like Griffin.
Cassandra: You shot Griffin?
Kyle leans and whispers to James, Sarah and Cassandra.
Kyle: No, we didn't, but if we want to get anything out of this kid, we need him to think we're crazy killers. Rocky just pretended to shoot Griffin so he can be scared.
Hearing that, Rocky perks his head up before looking into the room where Griffin is held.
Rocky: Oh....
James: A mock execution? Is that what we're doing now?
Kyle and James speak in private while Shawn enters the other room where Griffin is being held.
Kyle: Look, I don't like doing fake executions to scare this little fucker into talking, but if it's the only way—
Suddenly, Shawn angrily shouts.
Shawn: OH MY FUCKING GOD!
Hearing Shawn yell, Kyle, James, Sarah, Cassandra and Rocky turn their heads.
Sarah: What?!
Shawn: Rocky, you—
Kyle, James, Sarah, Cassandra and Rocky walk into the room to find a dead Griffin, who's face is mutilated with a single gunshot to the face.
Kyle: You fucking shot him, Rocky?!
Rocky: Yep. You told me to shoot him. So I did.
Rocky stands with his hands on his hips, proud, before Kyle, Shawn, James, Sarah and Cassandra glare at Rocky.
Rocky: I'm feeling very hateful glares right now.
Shawn: Dude, you weren't supposed to actually fucking shoot him! Just shoot the wall! Pretend to shoot him!
Rocky: Well, how the hell was I supposed to know the difference between faking a kill and making a kill?
Shawn: Bro, are you fucking kidding me right now?! I said "kill" in a fake tone. In other words, fake kill, not actual kill. I couldn't say don't kill him in front of that kid!
Rocky: See now; I couldn't tell the difference between a fake tone and a real tone. It's like not telling the difference between a dude that's pretending to be a chick and an actually chick. She could have fake tits and fake high feels then next thing you know when you're about to fuck her, "Bam! I'm a chick with a dick!"
Kyle says nothing, but then looks blamelessly at the wall for a moment, hearing that. Kyle shakes his head, then speaks.
Kyle: Rocky....your brain process is amazing sometimes.
Rocky: Really; see, Shawn. Kyle thinks what I did was pretty cool.
Kyle: I was being fucking sarcastic....
Shawn: Now what?
Kyle: Now....we do this my way....
Kyle turns to Damon before turning to Sarah and Cassandra.
Kyle: Cassandra....Sarah...go reassure everyone. Rocky, you go with them.
Sarah, Cassandra and Rocky rush out, before Kyle and Shawn turn to Damon.
Kyle: We can actually use this.....
Shawn: Yeah, we can....
James: He's just a kid....
Shawn: That doesn't matter, James. We need to find our people.
Shawn pulls out a knife and cuts Damon of his restraints, before grabbing him by the arm.
Shawn: Get up!
Damon: No! no! wait!
Shawn then roughly pushes Damon over to Kyle. A horrified Damon then looks at Griffin, then back at Kyle.
Kyle: Listen to me....
Damon continues looking at Griffin's body.
Kyle: You see this; this is what we didn't want to do. This doesn't have to be this way. You have a choice.
Damon shakes his head.
Damon: You fucking killed him. You fucking killed him, man.
Kyle turns to Shawn and James, then back at Damon.
Kyle: I'm done playing games with you.....now, I'll ask you one last time. Think very....very...
Kyle pulls out his pistol, as James sighs. Damon closes his eyes and folds his lips.
Kyle: Carefully about how you answer.....Where's our people?
Damon angrily folds his lips, then turns his head back at Kyle.
Damon: Go fuck yourself.
After glaring at Damon, Kyle rolls his eyes and raises his head up at the ceiling. Kyle then steps back.
Kyle: I'm sorry it came to this.
Kyle aims his pistol at Damon then shoots him in the head. James flinches at the gunshot, staring in shock.
Shawn: Well, now what?
Kyle: Well, we obviously now have to talk to the other kid.
James continues staring at the dead body of Damon.
James: Are we gonna execute him too if he doesn't talk?
Shawn: What?
Kyle and Shawn turn to James.
James: Are we not gonna talk about what just happened? We just executed a fucking...
Shawn: James, shut up.
James: We just executed a fucking kid!
Shawn: Yeah, a fucking kid that's responsible for the deaths of Brie and Brigg. Responsible for the captures of Samantha, Sylvester and Chloe! Throw your fucking compassion out the window for a goddamn minute, little brother!
James smacks his lips, then turns his head, before leaving.
Shawn: Kyle....my brother does have a point....You aware of how old he is?
Shawn looks down at Damon's dead body.
Shawn: This kid was about nineteen or eighteen...but the other one. He looks about fifteen.
Kyle: that doesn't change the fact that he could be a threat.