As for Childress, for now he contents himself with making shooting noises with his mouth after Ruiz ends up behind a trailer with Cross. Then he turns the weapon back to where Cooper and Wade are dragging Stokes behind cover, putting a few bullets in the dirt right behind them. It's unclear whether he's missing them on purpose, but he doesn't look too upset about it. Finally Wade and Cooper get behind cover, and Wade calls out the shooter's location: "Five hundred yards, top of the hill, brown house. He's tucked up against that water tower." Not Childress's actual house from earlier, I should clarify. Cooper is the most upset about Stokes, probably because he spent a day with him staking out a checkpoint after the immigrant poisonings. Well, I should say he's the saddest; Ruiz is the angriest, given that he's still wearing the former contents of Stokes's head all over his own. Wade calls it in, but Ruiz doesn't want to wait, saying they should go get him now. Cooper adds that Childress will be gone by the time the SWAT team arrives in twenty minutes.
Meanwhile, Cross finally succeeds in getting Childress on the phone. "You're on with Jack," Childress says pleasantly into his Bluetooth, like a radio talk show host of the kind he has no doubt spent way too many hours listening to. "I got him!" Cross crows, waving her phone. The guys get moving while Cross promises to keep Childress distracted. She starts scampering around the trailer park, telling him to listen. "I…see…you," Childress informs her. "I could kill you. Almost isn't sporting, is it?" As she finds fresh cover, she says it's over, and he agrees that the end is already determined. Whatever that means. "You killed a cop," Cross says. "That means cops are coming to kill you." Childress points out that they invaded his land. "Maybe you got it backwards." He's not scared of the SWAT teams, either, given how "late" they are. "I'm in control." Cross warns him that he won't be able to tell his story if he gets killed. And all this among shots of trailers, swings, laundry on lines, and numerous other signifiers of how this domestic space has become a battlefield through no fault of its own. Thanks for keeping it arty.
The three men, meanwhile, have made it to the low bluff just under the house that's serving as Childress's sniper nest. Wade says they're going to give Cross five minutes. "You think she's gonna talk him out of anything?" Cooper asks skeptically. "Five minutes," Wade repeats, and Cooper yields to the chain of command. Ruiz has just been looking back and forth between them. The guy with brains on the outside of his head doesn't get a vote?