Bonnie, take them to the storm cellar now!! Go, guys, go!! Emily, we've got to get inside. Emily? Emily, hey. It's going to be ok? Alright I promise. Everything is going to be ok, alright. We've got to go in now, babe. Babe? We've got to get inside before the rain, okay? Come with me. Come on. Run. Run. Get inside!
We’ve seen it. We’ve seen it 100 times. A man just died in our clinic. Our clinic! He was traveling with his daughter and about 20 other people. Alright, it could’ve been Shep or Gray or any of us. They need our help. Are we going to help them, or are we just gonna sit here watching the same three images over and over?
It’s up to you Gray. Go on…no? [Jake puts Jonah on the ground and points a gun to his head] This is what you want, right? You make the rules? Decide who lives and dies? Go ahead and do it, you do it here in front of me and Dale, in front of everyone. Not in some back room with your buddies. Don’t let someone else do the dirty work for you, mayor. You want him dead, you take this gun and you blow his brains out. [Gray takes the gun from Jake and points it at Jonah] You better be damn sure he’s guilty because if he’s not, you’re a murderer. Justice will be swift. [Gray lowers the gun]
You know what the hardest part about growing up your son was? It’s not the politics or the expectations, it’s… It’s that I always knew you were a good judge of character and you thought mine was lousy. When I left town, I was determined to prove you wrong but…but instead, everywhere I went I seemed to prove you right. Dad, I wasn’t just in San Diego.
I don’t care. If you need to tell me, I’ll listen, but…wherever you went, whatever you did, it changed you. And a stupid little punk may have left home but a pretty decent fellow came back. I can live with that.
Sleeping. You know the hardest thing about sleeping in this dump? The quiet, yeah I don't know how you stand it, it's like my brain is an echo chamber.
Now look…you know I would like nothing better then to string up the guys who did this, but that’s not the way we do things. Last time you got mixed up with Mitch Cafferty, you left town and a boy was dead.
I don't know, thirty maybe forty miles an hour... best case... down hill... and not for very long. See this is what I'm saying, maybe you should go on horseback.
He can get food; he can get gas, he can get ammo. Could you get that stuff if we needed it tomorrow? Could you? ‘Cause he can. We’ll do this my way now.