Against the Spread (2024) Movie Script
1
[intense musical buildup]
[insects chirping in background]
-[woman] Here you go.
-[man] Thank you.
[woman] Let me know
how you like the sauce,
I tried something new.
[man] Mm-hmm.
[woman] So I was talking
with Debbie this afternoon.
Apparently, there's
a seafood festival
down in Port St. Joe
this weekend.
I didn't think
we had made plans yet,
so I told her we would go.
She said she can get us
a really good deal
at the hotel
they're staying at.
I think it's usually
like 450 a night,
but she can get it for 400.
And if we get back
early enough on Sunday,
I was thinking you could
take a look at my car.
It's making a rattle again.
Not the same as last time.
-[thump]
-This time it's--
-Shh.
-What?
-[woman gasping]
-Don't you move. Don't you move.
-Don't you do anything.
-[woman] Okay.
[man] We ain't gotta
do all this now. Hold on.
-[man 2] Don't you fucking move.
-Just listen. Come on, man.
-[grunts]
-[woman screams]
[man 3] Shut the fuck up, bitch.
[woman] No, no!
[man] Let me go, goddamn! Fuck!
Get the fuck off me!
[man 3] Come here, motherfucker!
-Goddammit!
-Stop squirming, you pussy!
[man] We ain't gotta do
this shit! Man, come on!
[indistinct shouting]
Your money's under
the fucking sink, man.
The what?
Your fucking money,
it's under the goddamn sink.
-Let him go.
-[man] Stop, fuck.
[man groans] Goddamn, fuck.
We're good.
[man] Fucking hit me
in the head?
[man sighs]
[man] Son of a bitch.
You mean to tell me
you had my money
this whole goddamn time?
Fuck, man. I'm sorry.
Nah. You ain't sorry just yet.
[tense music]
[man] Hold on, now.
Hold-- hold on. Hold--
Hey! Not my fucking leg!
[rock music in background]
Come on.
Come on, you son of a bitch.
[gasps]
All right.
[Lorenzo] Don't count
your chickens just yet.
-What do you mean?
-They still got 30 seconds left.
[Anthony]
Not a chance.
They ain't been able to pass
worth a shit all game.
We'll see.
The hell you say? You'll see.
I ain't been wrong all year.
[sighs] Well, my life's fucked.
Well, at least you came
to the right place.
My insurance company called
and they're not covering
-my fucking procedure anymore.
-[Lorenzo] They say why?
Some bullshit
about it not being a medical--
You stupid fucking idiot!
-What the fuck?
-Why would you squib it?
Brook!
Will you shut the hell up, man?
You're fucking up
the juju in here.
[barman] Anthony.
How many times
I gotta tell you, man?
Well, Dave,
with all due respect,
I wouldn't have to yell if you
didn't let fucking morons
in here, now would I?
If I didn't let
fucking morons in here,
I'd literally go
out of business.
Hey, Dave.
Let me get a beer, man.
Three dollars.
-Oh, just put it on my tab.
-I can't do that.
-Why not?
-'Cause you never pay your tab.
Man, I've had a rough day, man.
Can I-- can I just have a beer?
If I don't have $3 in my hand
by the time I count to three,
I'm gonna pour this beer out
right in front of you.
-One.
-Well, don't just waste--
-Two.
-[laughs] No, I got it.
I'm losing my fucking shit, man.
Don't let Dave get to you, dude.
He's just a Yankee.
He can't help it.
I'm already on the edge
with this insurance shit.
The last thing I need
is Dave starting his shit.
[Anthony] Brook! Brook!
Go outside.
-Unc, I literally just got--
-Right now, goddammit.
You're messing up
the juju in here, man.
They didn't start fucking up
till you walked in.
Goddamn, man.
Swear to God.
[bell rings]
[Anthony]
What'd I tell you, man?
As that son of bitch rolled out,
I knew he was fixing
to throw a pick!
-What'd I tell you, man?
-Yeah, yeah.
God, I'm hot this year, boy.
Right down the middle with that.
-Remember?
-[chuckles]
You're hot every year,
aren't you?
-I tell ya!
-Can I get one of 'em?
Hey, man, you know
they sell these things, right?
Tell us about
this insurance mess, man.
Apparently, they're not gonna
cover my operation
because it's cosmetic.
I guess sleep apnea doesn't
qualify as a fucking medical--
Oh, wait, man.
You ain't got no insurance,
do you, bro?
-Yeah, through the sawmill.
-Goddamn, son.
You ain't worked there
in over a month.
-Can you lend me the money, Unc?
-[sighs]
-Come on, dude. What?
-Unc, Unc, no, listen.
They got the operation
scheduled for Thursday.
They said as long
as I come up with the money,
I can keep
that same appointment.
-Sounds like you're out of luck.
-Well, hold on, hold on.
Why don't you
just reschedule it?
'Cause it's finally happening.
I'm finally gonna meet her.
Next weekend,
I'm gonna go meet her.
-[Lorenzo] Oh, seriously?
-Yes, exactly.
That's awesome, bro.
Well, hell, man.
You waited this long.
Why don't you wait till after
you get your nose all fixed?
-Hello.
-Because, nah, man.
It's got to be-- uh, it's gotta
be next weekend.
You guys remember me telling you
she hasn't been texting me?
-No.
-Yeah.
What the fuck? I told y'all.
Dude! It's 'cause her dad died.
I'm sorry to hear that.
-Her dad died?
-Her dad died, Unc.
You know what that means?
She's getting her fucking
inheritance.
So I'm gonna go
down there next weekend,
get a beach house,
Panama City Beach,
rental car, 'cause I don't wanna
drive my piece of shit.
I get all that, but why you need
the nose job, man?
That ain't coming together
for me.
Uh, hello?
You see this fucking thing?
-I mean, am I crazy?
-Oh, shit.
She don't care about that, cuz.
Y'all use a face chat, right?
Well, that's not
what it's called, but...
To be sure,
she's seen the damn thing.
I mean, she obviously
don't care.
No, that's the thing.
She's never seen my nose before.
When we talk,
I always put a filter over it
so she don't see my nose.
-That's the whole point.
-What the fuck's a filter?
What do you mean filter?
Like an air filter?
[Brook] No, like a fucking--
Lorenzo knows what I'm tal--
I dunno what y'all are talking
about. Quit fucking around.
I'm not fucking around, man.
Are you gonna lend me
the money or not?
Look, I can't lend you
money I ain't got.
How much money did you just
win on that game back there?
What do you mean
you ain't got the money?
-Eight hundred.
-Eight fucking hundred?
You shut the fuck up.
Eight fucking hundred
and you can't lend me money--
I need this!
That money's
for a greater purpose, man.
It ain't for fucking lending out
for nose jobs and no bullshit.
Y'all out your damn minds.
[Brook] Unc, look,
it's eight grand, man.
That's for the nose job, for
the rental car, the beach house.
It don't matter
how much you need.
You ain't getting it
from me, boy.
-What am I supposed to do, Unc?
-I don't know.
Getting a job doesn't sound
like a bad idea.
-Look who's talking.
-Oh.
[Anthony] I'm disabled.
You're just fucking lazy.
It's a big goddamn
difference, man.
Look, I'd still be working
if my back didn't go out.
Do you at least know somebody
that will lend me the money?
-[Lorenzo] Brook.
-It's Unc's call.
-Don't get Unc involved in this.
-I know you know somebody.
You need to handle this
on your own.
Hold on now.
I think I know somebody.
He knows a guy.
I knew he knew a guy.
This could be good for Brook.
He might need this.
No, this is good for Brook.
This is great for Brook.
[chuckles] This is great
for all of us, actually.
You wanna go?
Take me to him.
All right, I'm gonna warn
you boys, though.
Bit of an asshole, that guy.
["Many Miles" by Thomas Hendon
and Brian Daste plays]
There's much to see
and much to learn
The time will pass
and the sun will burn
Do as you please, yeah
That sounds mighty fine
It's simple,
all gonna blow your mind
But we don't need
nothing more, no
Everything's all right
Won't you come along
And we'll see
what we can find
Won't you come along
for the many miles
Thank you.
What can I do for you?
Yes, we need
to speak with, um...
Shiloh.
Shiloh, is he available?
Is it about your vehicle?
[chuckles] No, we just need
to talk to, um, Shiloh.
Real quick.
Her dad was fucking loaded.
I'm talking about millions,
millions, I'm talking--
[door opens]
[tense music]
Y'all need something?
Um, we were-- [chuckles]
We were wanting
to talk to you about--
We can talk in my office.
Back here? [chuckles]
You coming?
Nah.
Suit yourself.
[tense music continues]
[Shiloh] Now.
What the fuck y'all want?
-Um...
-Tell him what you want.
[Brook]
Okay, so, we wanted to--
I'm sorr-- I wan--
I wanted to know if, um...
If I could borrow some...
borrow some cash.
Your name Brook?
-Yeah, um, we met before?
-Nah.
But I heard of a motherfucker
named Brook
that doesn't like
to pay his debts.
That could've been
a different Brook.
How many motherfuckers
you know named Brook?
Y'all ain't getting shit
from me.
Anything else?
Unc, you said he was gonna--
Look, Shiloh, kid needs
to borrow some money.
It is what you do, ain't it?
What do I look like?
A stupid fucking nigger?
-Oh, shit. What? No.
-Do what now?
I said, do I look like
a stupid fucking nigger?
-No!
-You heard him.
-That's not what he meant.
-Did you say that?
No, no, man.
Just don't say that word.
-[Brook] Don't say that.
-"Nigger"?
-Yeah, man.
-No, don't say it again.
-Don't say that.
-It's not a good word.
Oh. You don't say "nigger"
no more.
He doesn't say it, man.
That's-- He's not like that.
-No, I get it. Now I get it.
-There you go. Now you remember.
[musical sting]
Come on, man. Come on, come on.
That's it. That's it.
One at a time.
Come on, motherfucker.
You got it.
Yeah!
That's what the fuck
I'm talking about!
Yes!
That's how you fucking win
a ball game.
That's what I'm talking about.
That's how you do it.
Let me get this money.
Hey. Cough that shit up.
Did you hear me, motherfucker?
Cough that shit up.
Give me a minute.
For what? The game's over.
You lost.
Hey.
This motherfucker owes me $300
and now he don't wanna pay.
-I said gimme a goddamn minute.
-For what? Fuck that.
Game's over. You lost.
Give me my fucking money.
Good boy.
One thing you need to know
about me, young man,
I don't lose.
Fuck you.
[insects chirping in distance]
[man] Bitch, I told you--
I told you leave that alone.
You gonna learn?
You gonna learn?
[Shiloh] Oh, shit.
Look who it is.
[man] Right on, right on, man.
Bro, come on.
Come on, man.
Hey.
I'll be back next Saturday.
Your ass better have
more money ready for me.
Leave man alone, man.
He don't want no problems.
Hey. Why don't you just take
your money and shut the fuck up?
-What's wrong? You mad?
-[man] You took the man money.
If I was mad,
you'd fucking know it.
This motherfucker sounds
mad at me.
You want to see me get mad,
motherfucker?
Go ahead.
Keep on fucking talking.
-[man] Hey, chill out.
-Get your ass back in the truck.
-I ain't scared of you.
-Fuck you, motherfucker!
-Hey, can I get some help--
-[shouting]
Get your bitch ass in the truck.
You don't know who the fuck
you're dealing with!
Fuck you.
You stupid fucking--
[car horn blaring]
-You said the N-word?
-No, I didn't say the N-word.
-Your drunk ass don't remember.
-I remember just fine, man.
I called you
a stupid fucking idiot.
Then I whooped your ass.
-Hell, you didn't whoop my ass.
-Uh-huh.
And you ain't fumble
the football neither.
Fumble?
I fumbled the fucking ball?
Yeah, fumbled
the fucking football.
How did I fumble
the fucking ball?
We played that a hundred times
in practice.
Coach Daniels
was right about you.
-You ain't play worth shit.
-Fuck you! Fuck off!
All right, man.
You fumbled the ball.
End of fucking story.
We can argue until we're blue
in the face about this, right?
But that ain't why we're here.
Now, my nephew needs
to borrow some money.
And I already said no.
So get your lying, racist ass
up out of here
before I fuck both of y'all up.
Hold on, Brook. Hold on.
[sighs] He'll lend me the money.
And why would I lend money
to a fucking drunk?
First of all,
I ain't no fucking drunk.
Second of all,
I'll pay you back.
You know I'm good for it.
-Eight grand, Brook?
-[Brook] Yeah, eight grand.
[beeping]
[tense music]
I want this back by midnight.
Friday after next.
That's two weeks.
I want this back
plus four stacks.
Seems like
an awfully high interest rate.
It is.
But so is a pound of flesh.
And that's exactly
what I'm gonna take
if you don't give me
my fucking money.
[receptionist] College keeps me
pretty busy during the week,
but most evenings
I'm free around 5:00.
Just throwing it out there.
-I get off work at 5:00.
-Really?
[sighs] You ready, man?
Yeah. Y'all good?
Yeah. See you in the truck.
Okay.
Well, it was good
to talk to you...
-You too.
-Jamelia.
Oh yeah, uh, it was--
it was nice talking to you too.
Lorenzo.
Lorenzo. I'll remember that.
-I'll see you around.
-You too.
So what was he saying?
Nothing.
[gasps]
He was saying something.
He was saying goodbye.
Make sure you finish
those invoices.
[tense music]
[phone rings]
[tranquil instrumental music]
Sweet Jesus!
You look like shit.
It's gotta heal first, goddamn.
Next time you see me, I'll look
like a young Patrick Swayze.
Or an old Ellen DeGeneres.
Well, goddamn!
About time you showed up.
Where the hell you been, man?
My bad, man.
I got caught up at work.
-Brook! Wow!
-Got it done. Look at that.
-Look at the bridge.
-You got it done.
Shit's gonna look good
when it heals.
Yeah. Yeah, when it heals.
That's enough
pussyfooting around, all right?
Game starts in 15 minutes.
Go, go, go.
-Change. Go!
-Would you calm down?
Hey, you calm down. I've been
waiting forever for you.
Come on. Go.
Doctor tell you how long
you gotta wear that bandage?
Yeah, he says as bad as mine is,
it's gonna be like two weeks.
Uh, two weeks ain't too bad.
They'll fly by.
Yeah, I'll tell you the only
shitty part about it though.
He said until this bitch
is recovered,
I can't smoke or drink.
So, you know,
that's gonna fucking suck.
-Off to a pretty bad start.
-Mm.
[grunts] Goddammit.
-[chuckles]
-[sighs]
You hear back from ole girl?
Oh, yeah. Uh...
She's flying in early,
so as soon as I get
the rental car,
I'm just gonna meet her
at the beach house.
And if she asks about your nose?
Oh, I didn't tell you, man.
So here's what I was thinking.
I tell her I crashed
my Corvette, right?
That way that explains
the nose bandage,
the rental car,
and Corvettes are classy, so...
[chuckles]
I-- I really just think you need
to tell her the truth, man.
I mean, she's gonna find out
about it at some point anyway.
And... [sighs] It's just,
why even lie to begin with?
You know,
I'ma be honest with you.
I don't think she's gonna ask
too many questions.
I mean, she can't be that smart.
She's-- she's from Alabama.
Hey, Lorenzo. Get your ass
in gear. We're late, boy.
Come on, man. Let's go.
We was talking about you.
How long y'all
gonna be out?
Ah.
-For as long as the game lasts.
-Cool.
I'll probably be asleep
when y'all get back,
so just, um...
-Okay.
-Try to keep his ass quiet, man.
Yeah, you sure
you don't wanna go with us?
No, I'm gonna sleep, man.
Eight hours. I need it, man.
-Tomorrow's a big day. Big day.
-Yeah, I got you.
Well, just make sure
you actually sleep.
Oh, I will.
Yeah. No, I'm going to.
-Trust me.
-All right.
Tomorrow's a big day.
Don't be nervous.
I'm not nervous, man.
Excited. Not nervous.
[groans]
Yeah. Yeah. I-- I-- I said,
what's the point spread
of Calhoun County
versus Hugh Creek?
Uh-huh.
All-- Uh-huh. All right.
Give me a Calhoun County
against the spread.
No. Whatever you can give me.
Yeah, I'm a hundred
percent sure, man.
Good. Yeah.
All right. Thank you, sir.
[sighs]
You just bet
on a high school game?
Yes, I did.
What happened
to only betting on college?
I have inside information.
Which is...?
Hugh Creek running back's
got the squirts.
Do what?
Said the boy's got the squirts.
Can't stop shitting himself.
[laughs]
How do you even know that?
Lady that works at The Pig
knows his mama.
She told me this morning.
So, what, you're banking
on him being dehydrated?
No, man. Look.
You got to go to school
at least half the day
or they ain't gonna let you play
in the game, right?
Well, ain't gonna happen.
Now, according to the internet,
Hugh Creek only has one loss.
I'll give you just one guess
who didn't play in that game.
Wow. Sounds like you got it
all figured out.
Dave ain't got no radio
at the bar,
so I have to bring mine.
And kickoff's at 7:00.
So we got to be there
before then, all right?
Hold on.
What do you mean, "we"?
Unc, it's
a high school game, man.
[sighs] Lorenzo.
This ain't just
a high school game, man.
This is about fixing
what our past two generations
-fucked up, man.
-Here we go.
Being a McGill used to mean
something, goddammit.
We're halfway to buying
the farm back, all right?
We won six weeks
in a row, man. Six weeks.
Look, man,
it ain't just a coincidence.
We got the juju. I can feel it.
I'm going to work.
Hey, Lorenzo.
Do not fuck this up for us, man.
I'm serious now. Lorenzo,
you hear me?
[Anthony] Lorenzo,
I'm serious now.
[door slams]
You good?
-[strained] Yeah, I'm good.
-[chuckles]
So much for not being nervous.
-Where you headed?
-Work.
I didn't think
you had to be there till 9:00.
Got a lot going on today.
-I'm getting there early.
-Well, dude, give me a ride.
It's on your way to work.
You wouldn't have to go
out of the way or nothing.
Why don't
you just drive yourself?
I don't wanna leave
my car there all weekend.
What if somebody steals it?
[chuckles] I don't think you got
anything to worry about, cuz.
Just give me a ride, man.
[sighs]
If you make me late for work,
I'ma whoop yo ass, man.
You ain't gonna be late.
Come on, let's go.
[tranquil instrumental music]
[Brook] Not a single sports car.
It was either this or a minivan.
["That's the Way It Is"
by John Tristao plays]
Good luck. I gotta go to work.
Looking out the window
I see heat waves rise
See homeless people,
welfare lines
It don't seem fair
some can live like kings
While others have nothing
but unfulfilled dreams
But that's the way it is
-Uh, hey.
-Hey, hey.
-You come here often?
-Oh, no.
Only when
I'm meeting up with you.
Oh, I must be special then.
Uh, I don't-- I don't know
if I told you this already,
but did I mention
parking around back?
-Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
-No, no, no, it's fine. I just--
You're good, you're good.
You don't have to explain.
Would you hop in the truck?
Let me take you for a ride.
Are we going for a ride?
-Yeah, girl.
-Where?
-To the backyard.
-[chuckles]
["Travel the Boulevard" by
Aaron Edson and Geoff Levin]
I'm wherever I want to be
As I'm riding
on the boulevard
If you want,
you can come with me
We can ride on
down the boulevard
I'm wherever I want to be
As I'm riding
on the boulevard
If you want,
you can come with me
We can ride on
down the boulevard
Come, come on now
Leave it
behind you, baby...
[knocks on door]
[woman] Coming!
-Hello.
-Oh my God, your nose!
-Yeah, I--
-Are you all right?
Yeah, no, it's-- I'm fine, yeah.
I broke it.
You should have told me.
What happened?
I just, um-- See, I had--
Or no, I--
I have a Corvette,
and, um, and I wrecked it
and broke my nose.
-Okay, you're all right.
-Yeah.
So it's gonna heal?
[chuckles] Not--
-No, no--
-Like a permanent thing?
No, no, it's gonna heal, yeah.
Actually-- They told me
it's gonna look
better than before.
-It's kind of weird.
-Oh, okay. [laughs]
-Yeah, so...
-Cool.
-So that's-- that's...
-Uh. Oh, um...
-Um, yeah.
-Um... Yeah. [chuckles]
-Just one of those.
-Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
Um, well, I made some lunch,
if you're hungry.
-Yeah. I love food. [laughs]
-Okay, yeah, come on in.
Um, yeah, nice to finally
meet you in person, by the way.
Yeah, you too.
Are you sure you're okay?
Yeah, no, I'm good.
I swear I'm good.
Stuck right into my heart
Bow, bow, bow, ooh
There was nothing
I could do
You captured me
from the very start
Hang on to our love
Ooh, wawa, ooh
-It will always be forever
-Wawawa, ooh
Hang on to our love
Wawawa, ooh
I won't leave you,
no, not ever
Wawawa
[romantic music continues]
Hang on to our love
It will always be forever
Hang on to our love
I won't leave you,
no, not never
Hang on...
[bottles clattering]
Brook.
Yeah?
You ready?
Mm-hmm.
[bell dings]
[radio commentator] Well,
Calhoun County is still up...
They'll have to be careful here
as they take over
at their own nine-yard line
following a Hugh Creek's
failed fourth down conversion.
And you can't help but notice
how unusually quiet...
You mean to tell me
that you think that this glass
sitting on this bar
is what's making
that team play bad?
[commentator] John David Smith
under center. He takes a snap.
It's a toss to the right.
Running back marches down
the field to the 15-yard line.
What's the score?
[Anthony]
Six-nothing, Calhoun County.
-Good deal. Sitting pretty.
-[Anthony] The hell we are.
Need to win by ten.
They're playing like shit
all game.
It's fine. There's plenty
of time left in the game.
Just keep your head up.
It'll be fine.
How much you got
riding on it anyway?
Unc?
I got ten.
Ten thousand?
[sighs heavily] Dave?
Lorenzo?
A guy bets ten grand
on a football game.
What is he?
Ballsy.
Cool.
It's a high school game.
Now what is he?
A fucking moron.
Do you ever consider
the consequences of losing?
I mean, let's just say
you happen to lose this bet
and then, for some reason,
Brook can't pay back Shiloh.
That responsibility
is yours now--
Now, first of all,
I ain't losing.
All right? The only reason
I'm down right now
is you was fucking late.
Secondly, Shiloh's
Brook's problem. Ain't mine.
That is a you
and a Brook problem.
No, no, no. I--
I got Brook the loan.
All right?
Paying it back's on him.
Look, it's tough love.
That's what the boy needs.
-I'm telling you.
-Okay, sure.
But hear me out on this.
If you co-sign on a car loan
with somebody
and then
they can't make the payment--
Oh! There we go! Right there!
That's what I'm talking about!
Man, I'm telling you! That's it!
Man, I'm telling you.
When you and me, we're sitting
right here, we can't lose.
Wooh! Boy, I'm hot.
Can't lose, man.
Brook, I know this is
the first time that we've,
like, actually met in person.
Um, but I think I love you.
Really?
Do you think you love me too?
-Like right now?
-Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.
-I should not have said that.
-No, you're good.
You probably think
I'm all clingy now.
I'm so sorry. Literally,
that was crossing a line.
[inhales]
Goddamn. Okay, um,
I'm gonna be honest with you.
Remember what I told you
about me wrecking a Corvette
and breaking my nose?
Well, that didn't happen.
I actually had a nose job.
See, I used to have
this really big,
disgusting nose,
and I was scared
that if I didn't get it fixed
before we met that you wouldn't,
I don't know, like me.
And now that I know
you feel this way,
I think it's only fair
that you--
-you know the truth.
-Brook.
I guess I can't really
hold that against you.
Because I kinda lied too.
You did?
Yeah, um, you know
how I said I was inheriting
my dad's estate?
Yeah?
That wasn't exactly true.
Entirely.
-So you're not inheriting it?
-No, I am.
It's just that...
so are my siblings.
You said you were an only child.
Yeah, that was
kind of a lie too.
Okay, so like what?
You gotta split it with...
How many siblings do you have?
-Do five.
-Five, fuck-- Uh, mm.
Hmm. Hmm. Wow.
I know this is probably bad,
but, like, I just kinda thought
that maybe
you wouldn't like me as much
if you didn't think
I was wealthy.
[forced chuckle] What? No, what?
You think I'm shallow
or something?
-No.
-[both laugh]
Cool. Um, yeah. 'Cause, like,
I mean not
that it even really matters,
but, like, how much
are you getting exactly?
Like, your dad's worth
a couple million, right?
I might have lied about
how much my dad was worth too.
[cell phone rings]
Talk to me, Romeo!
We're fucked. We're fucked, man.
Excuse me?
She ain't got no goddamn money.
She fucking lied to me.
Brook, what the hell
you talking about, man?
Her dad ain't got
no millions of dollars, man.
He never fucking did.
He never fucking did.
-Son of a bitch.
-What's going on?
I don't know what to do,
I don't know--
Brook's girl ain't got
no damn money.
- We're so fucked.
-Brook, you still-- Listen up!
You gonna have
to figure this shit out, man.
-Shiloh's gonna want his money.
-I fucking forgot. [groans]
- I forgot about the--
-Hey.
[groans] When do we gotta
pay him back by?
Are you serious, man?
Next Friday.
You should know that.
[sighs] All right, Unc.
Is there any way possible
you can pay him back?
And I'll get a job
when I get home.
The hell you say?
I done told you, son.
I ain't doing that. What?
Please. Please, God.
The hell you say?
I ain't paying him back.
This is your problem.
You borrowed the money
from Shiloh.
I don't care, you come back.
You get a job. You sell drugs.
You sell your fucking asshole.
I don't fucking care, man.
You get the money to him.
-This is your fucking problem.
-You signed the papers, right?
Papers? Ain't no fucking papers.
You shake a hand, maybe.
You look at him threatening.
You don't fucking--
You know what, you dumbass?
Hey, Brook,
you need to come back, Brook.
I'll talk to him.
You need to pay Shiloh back.
Enjoy the rest of your trip.
- You got it?
-I-- I promise.
You stupid fucking idiot.
Now he thinks
I'ma pay Shiloh back.
You are.
That defeats the entire purpose
of me doing this, man.
-Look, look.
-I understand--
Lorenzo, Brook ain't
like you and me, all right?
He's got to figure shit out,
how to take care of himself.
-I understand that.
-I'll let Shiloh whoop his ass.
That'll teach him a lesson
right there, won't it?
Well, it might be
that Brook's ass
ain't the only one
Shiloh wants to whoop.
So instead of putting
all of that money
on the game tomorrow,
you may just wanna
go ahead and pay the man.
[rock and roll music plays]
I'm trying to find
what everybody wants
It's a rarity,
peace of mind
What makes you think
the voodoo that you do
[indistinct lyrics]
How will we find out?
Where you going?
Do you know
[indistinct lyrics]
[lawnmower whirring]
Candle made of bone
'Cause it might be
someone you know
How will we find out?
Where you going...
[sighs]
[cell phone rings]
[cell phone continues to ring]
Oh. Yeah?
[Anthony] Hey, man,
where you at?
I'm in town. Why, what's up?
I'm up at the bar, man.
Wondering what time
you're gonna be here.
I wasn't planning
on being there at all,
seeing you didn't have
anything riding on it.
You ended up doing it,
didn't you?
Yeah.
Anyways... I'm--
I'm up here, so...
All right.
Yeah, I'll be up there
after a while.
All right.
[exhales heavily]
You gotta go?
Yeah.
My uncle is, uh, superstitious,
to say the least.
He's watching a football game.
And according to his juju,
I have to be there.
[sighs]
You all right?
Yeah, I was just looking forward
to spending the day with you.
That's all.
Well, I don't have to go
right now.
[post-grunge playing
in background]
You ever notice
how much quieter it is in here
when there's only one of you?
[Jamelia] Oh, I've got one.
Favorite superhero.
-Superhero?
-Mm-hmm.
[sighs] You go first.
Okay, easy. Storm.
-Who?
-Storm, from X-Men.
-You don't know who Storm is?
-I'm drawing a blank.
All right, so listen. So she has
weather powers, right?
She can literally control
the weather,
and I'd like to argue that
she's the strongest
out of all the X-Men,
but that's not widely accepted,
you know?
-Mm-hmm.
-[chuckles] I'm sorry.
Uh, who was someone
you looked up to as a kid?
No superheroes,
no weather powers,
-just, like, a normal person.
-Oh. Um...
My uncle.
[Jamelia] You two
are pretty close, huh?
Well, he's the closest thing
to a father figure
I ever had, so...
What about your dad?
My dad?
I don't know.
I never knew him. He, um...
My mom just had a thing
for Mexican dudes.
Wait, hold up, hold up.
You-- you're Mexican?
Yeah, what?
You don't like Mexicans?
No, no, no, no.
I did not say that.
I'm just like, you don't,
you know, sound Mexican?
You know accents
aren't genetic, right?
[chuckles] I know that. It's--
Okay, um,
what does your mom do now?
Uh, she married some other dude
when I was young,
and he didn't wanna take care
of somebody else's kid,
so they moved away,
and I just stayed here
with my uncle.
He's pretty rough
around the edges,
but deep down, he means well.
I always kinda hoped I'd have
a family to take care of
the way he took care of us
one day.
Albeit a little
more traditional, though.
I could do without another
generation of uncle-daddy.
That's funny.
But that's enough
about my family.
I'm tired of talking about 'em.
What about you?
Uh, what do you want to know?
I don't know.
What's your dad like?
He's... he's all right.
Do y'all get along?
[scoffs] Well, you weren't lying
when you said
how beautiful this place is.
Yeah.
Go, go, go, come on! Come on!
You can do it! You can do it!
Yes, yes!
[cheering and laughing]
[cheering continues]
["Ride" by Socialburn plays]
Better company
Yeah, that's all you need
Dave.
Better company besides me
Now my last breath...
Yeah?
A shot of whiskey.
Whatever you got.
I can't do that.
Pour that fucking whiskey.
Look, I know
we don't always get along.
But I've known you
for a long time--
You run a fucking bar, don't ya?
Sure as shit didn't care
about me when I was drunk.
Fuck you care so much now?
You don't care about people,
you profit off people's misery.
Why don't you shut the fuck up?
Do your fucking job.
I'm gonna drive you
Out of my life
For the last time
[slurps, gulps]
Give me another one.
...for this to become clear
So tonight, I'm gonna ride
And tonight,
I'm gonna clear my mind
And tonight
I'm gonna drive you
[sniffles]
Out of my life
[slurps]
And tonight, I'm gonna ride
[sniffles]
And tonight,
I'm gonna clear my mind
And tonight,
I'm gonna drive you
Out of my life
[Anthony clears throat]
[sniffles]
[clears throat]
[cell phone beeps]
[takes deep breath]
Hey, man.
I...
We're fucked. We're fucked.
You borrowed money
from a fucking loan shark
to pay for a fucking nose job.
Are you serious right now?
What's gonna happen
if you don't pay him back?
Listen. I was desperate.
I made a mistake.
This is where we're at.
There's no changing it.
I just want you to know
the reason that I did what I did
was for us to be together.
Okay. I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have flipped out
on you like that. I'm sorry.
You said you owe this guy
a lot of money. How much?
I don't even
wanna talk about it.
No, tell me. Tell me.
It's like 12 grand.
Okay.
I could lend you that.
Huh?
Yeah, I mean,
I'd have to take it
out of my savings,
but I could, I will.
Are you serious?
Are you serious?
Yeah, no, I'm serious.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh. Oh, my God.
I gotta call my uncle.
He's gonna flip.
He's gonna lose his mind
when I tell him that.
You do have
to pay me back, okay?
I know,
it's just I gotta let him know.
-I'll be right back.
-Yeah, okay.
[phone rings]
[melancholy music]
[ringing]
[ringing stops]
[truck engine rumbling]
[truck door opens, closes]
[door creaks]
Holy shit!
[chuckles] Oh, you scared
the shit out of me, man.
Six weeks.
Six fucking weeks.
One time you ain't show up,
I lose
every single fucking game.
Unc, I am so sorry. I-- uh, I--
You've been drinking.
Jesus Christ.
I can't believe you.
You spoiled our chance
to fix everything.
You showed the kind of person
you really are today.
Okay.
I'm not gonna sit here
and let you belittle me
because you can't get
your life together.
[Anthony]
Where were you today?
I was with a girl.
Girl? What girl?
Jamelia.
-Hold on. Shiloh's daughter?
-That's right. Shiloh.
The guy you owe money to.
Money you don't have now!
What kind of a man
chooses a woman
over his own flesh and blood?
You know good and goddamn well
I ain't picking nobody
over my own family!
Maybe I'm just tired
of trying to help
the worthless motherfuckers!
I mean, look at you.
You dwell on trying to fix
your family's mistakes
when you can't even fix
your own demons.
You want the last name
McGill to mean something?
Well, it already does,
and you're making good
and goddamn sure of that.
[panting]
[cells phone rings]
[cell phone keeps ringing]
Yeah.
I'm looking at him.
All right, I'll tell him.
Brook's girl
is gonna pay back Shiloh.
Go ahead and
pour yourself another drink.
[door slams]
[Brook] This was not the way
I envisioned this week going.
This was supposed to be our time
to get to know each other.
And instead,
I feel like you have this
misconception of who I am.
You know, I lied to you
and broke your trust.
But I'm giving you my word,
in this very moment right now.
I'm going to be the man
you deserve from now on.
Portia. I love you.
Brook. I love you too.
I know that it's been
a really weird few days,
but I can really tell
that we have something special.
["Second Chances"
by Vanessa Graziano plays]
Okay.
Second chance to love
Hey, hey, Portia!
Second chance to live
I'll tell you when you get back.
Not a second chance to give
With the touch of your hand
[car honks]
[tires squealing]
[woman screams]
[bystander 1] Oh, my God.
Is she all right?
-[indistinct chatter]
-[baby crying]
[bystander 2]
Somebody help quickly.
[munching]
[cell phone rings]
[Anthony] Yo!
Goddammit.
I need a goddamn cigarette, man.
I'm serious.
I am fucking jonesin' right now.
I'm fucking jonesin', man.
All right, man, here. Calm down.
Give me, goddamn.
You got a light?
-Yeah, hold on.
-I need a fucking light.
Hold on, man. What's the plan?
Her brother will text me
when the funeral is.
I gotta get to Alabama--
What is the plan with
the Shiloh situation, Brook?
I don't know.
What the fuck's wrong with you,
"I don't know"?
-I mean, I don't fucking know.
-Listen, listen! Brook!
-My brain's foggy right now!
-Listen, goddammit.
I don't care what you've got
going on right now,
how foggy your fucking brain is.
-We need to come up with a--
-[yelps]
-What, man? What, man?
-[groans]
-What?
-My fucking nose burned, dude.
-You all right?
-The fucking cigarette.
-You all right?
-Is it bleeding?
No, it ain't fucking bleeding,
you fucking idiot.
-You sure it ain't bleeding?
-I'm sure it ain't bleeding.
-Goddamn.
-Fuck!
Listen, you need to hear
what I have to say.
No, man.
You don't fucking get it, Unc.
Fucking girl loved me, man.
And now she's fucking dead, man.
-She ain't ever coming back.
-Brook, that is enough
of that bullshit right there!
This is your fucking mess.
If you want me
to help clean it up,
I need you to get
your head out your ass!
Goddamn, man. Okay.
Are you done acting like
a stupid fucking idiot, Brook?
Yeah.
[sighs]
We need to figure out
how to come up with this money.
[country ballad
playing in background]
I never thought
I'd stand here
Look you in the eye
-A hundred bucks.
-[chuckles] No, dude.
Kenny Chesney signed
this guitar, man.
It's worth more than a hundred.
Without a certificate
of authenticity,
his signature is worth zero.
You don't need
a certificate, man.
I watched Kenny Chesney
-sign this guitar.
-A hundred bucks.
[sighs] All right,
I'm gonna level with you, man.
This is me,
mano e mano , all right?
My girlfriend
just got hit by a car.
She's dead.
You've got to help me out, man.
-Best I can do is 100 bucks.
-God!
[car door slams]
[exhales deeply]
How'd it go?
He gave me a hundred bucks.
You tell him
Kenny Chesney signed it?
Yes, I told him
Kenny Chesney signed it, man.
He said we needed
a fucking certificate.
I told you
you should have listened to me.
-Can you just fucking write it?
-You got the better handwriting.
I can barely write, man.
-Fuck, man, I'm--
-Look, man.
-Hold on, hold on.
-I'm shaking and shit.
We need a silver marker.
Look, they're using
a silver marker there, man.
Why you using a black marker?
[groans] Do we have
a silver marker?
Well, we just have to sell
some more of your shit.
Like what, man?
I ain't got nothing.
I dunno, clothes,
food stamps, whatever.
They quit sending me food stamps
when I got the job at the mill.
I ain't got no more.
You ain't worked there in over--
It's what I get for trying to do
something nice for somebody.
Morning.
You want some coffee
or anything?
I'm good.
Still pretty tore up
about her, huh?
-Yeah.
-I'm sorry, man.
Losing somebody you care about
like that, I--
-I can't even imagine.
-Fucking sucks, man.
Look, I know
her dad wasn't rich, but...
I mean, she was still gonna get
a pretty good inheritance.
And she was gonna give me
like 12 grand,
so I'm thinking
she was probably--
Brook, I wasn't talking
about money.
I was talking about
losing somebody
you genuinely care about.
You did care about her,
didn't you?
What do you mean, man?
Of course I did.
You don't believe me?
Dude, she told me
right before she--
Good, y'all are already up.
[Anthony clears throat]
Come up with a plan?
No, not yet.
Yeah, I didn't think so.
That's okay, though,
'cause I did.
All right, check it out.
Calhoun County plays Clarksville
tomorrow, all right?
[Lorenzo chuckles]
Oh, I'm sorry,
did I miss something?
You never learn, do you?
Learn what? You're the reason
we're in this shit right now.
-Or we'd be sitting pretty.
-So I'm the reason
we took out the loan
from Shiloh.
Let me tell you something,
you stupid fucking--
Save it.
I was just leaving.
[door closes]
I'm gonna have to whoop his ass.
No, don't. Just tell me
about your plan, man.
-Just--
-All right, so...
Calhoun County plays Clarksville
tomorrow night, all right?
Now, Clarksville ain't played
worth a shit all year,
so everyone knows Calhoun County
is gonna whoop their ass.
Now, here's a test.
What would you do?
What do you mean?
I mean Calhoun County's
supposed to win big, right?
So would you take them to cover,
or would you take Clarksville?
I guess I would take uh,
Calhoun County to cover.
Is that right?
I'm fixing to learn you how
to think outside the box, boy.
Buckle up.
[young man] My legs
are fucking on fire.
I can't run and fucking touch
another pylon.
It don't make no damn sense.
Dude, I was wondering why
those barrels were out
after Coach walked out
the room.
'Cause fucking Wesley walks in
with his damn hat on.
Hey, hey!
-Hey.
-Me?
Yeah. Your name John David?
-Yes, sir.
-Hey, come on over here.
I wanna holler at you
for a minute.
Hey, don't do it, John David.
He's probably one of them there
child molesters.
-No, ain't nothing like that.
-I got your picture, mister.
I'll report your ass
to the police.
Look, y'all,
I ain't no child molester.
Done told you.
What's wrong with you people?
I'm serious.
My daddy knows the sheriff.
I'll report your ass.
I ain't
no child molester, goddammit!
Look, I just wanna talk
to you for a minute.
What'd you wanna talk about?
I wanna talk about football.
What the hell
do you know about football?
You ever heard
of Anthony McGill?
Anthony McGill?
Anthony McGill,
starting quarterback,
1998, Calhoun County Bulldog.
You ever heard of him?
State runners-up, man.
No.
Well, hell. That-- that's me.
[young man] 1998?
Man, this guy's old as shit.
Look, let's get out
of here, John.
Oh, hey, hold on now. Hold on.
Y'all like cold beer?
I'm going to cut
to the chase, JD.
I've been keeping up
with you this season.
You've been kicking some ass.
Some serious ass.
Well, I appreciate it, sir.
The biggest reason
y'all are undefeated
is 'cause of you, man.
You're the quarterback,
you know?
You're the leader of the team
to the heart, right?
-Yes, sir.
-Yeah.
Yeah.
When do, uh...
When do playoffs start?
Well, we've got two more
regular season games.
-Then we'll be in postseason.
-Oh, all right.
Well, make sure
you're ready, man.
Playoffs are the only thing
people remember.
You know that, right?
-Yeah. Yes, sir.
-Right. Yeah.
Which brings me
to my next point.
I need you to throw
Friday night's game.
[coughs]
Do what?
I need you to lose
the game Friday,
have at least one turnover,
and not score a touchdown.
Think you can handle that?
Um, this is getting
kind of weird, sir.
-I think, um--
-Hold on, hold on, mate.
Just think about it
for a second.
Why would I lose on purpose?
-'Cause I'ma pay you.
-John David, you all right?
Buckshot, you shut the fuck up,
you son of a bitch.
We had a deal, man.
You sip your beer,
you shut the fuck up.
I'm talking to JD.
Motherfucker, I swear to God.
Oh, fuck.
How much?
-A hundred bucks.
-A hundred bucks, man?
-Yeah, a hundred bucks.
-You must be out of your mind.
Hold on, hold on now.
Hold on, man. Hold on.
Hold on. 200 bucks.
[laughs]
All right, goddammit.
500 hundred bucks. 500 bucks.
-What do you think?
-A thousand.
A thousand bucks?
Yeah, and I want it upfront.
What in the fuck does a kid
need a thousand dollars for?
Take it or leave it.
All right, a thousand bucks,
but I ain't paying you upfront.
-No deal.
-Goddammit. Half upfront, man.
Come on, work with me here.
[takes deep breath]
All right.
If you've got the money...
Ha! If I've got the money.
Son, I got it right here.
Huh? Make sure
you do your part, all right?
-I will.
-All right.
All right.
[tense music]
Jamelia!
Get in the car.
-Daddy, please. Just--
-Get in the goddamn car!
-Chill out.
-Oh, no, no, no.
-The fuck you say?
-[Jamelia] Please listen.
It's fine.
It's fine. Listen to me.
Now. Car.
-Now!
-It's cool, man.
You mind your fucking business.
I got something for your ass.
[tense music continues]
Fucker.
What's wrong with you? Car!
[melancholic music]
[vehicles whooshing]
[insects chirping]
[water rippling]
[Brook] Fishing's always seemed
so weird to me, man. Like...
Just, like, I get people
had to do it for food
back in the day, but, I mean,
we can go to the grocery store,
why the fuck do people fish?
Like, sport, hobby?
I mean, that's just...
kind of dumb.
Especially dumbasses that brag
about being good at fishing.
Like, what even makes
a good fisherman, you know?
There's no skill involved.
It's just... put bait on a hook,
you throw it in the water,
and it's up to the fish
to bite it, you know?
It's not even
nothing you do, so.
[Brook chuckles]
Like, here are
these dumb creatures.
You know, scientists have proven
these fish cannot even think,
you know?
And then all of a sudden,
there's food in front of 'em.
It's like, they're gonna
bite it, you know what I mean?
'Cause, like, why wouldn't they,
you know?
They ain't got nothin' to lose.
And even if they did, you know,
-they're too stupid to realize.
-Brook.
Shut the fuck up.
[upbeat marching band]
[coach] C'mon, everybody.
Bring it in.
[Brook] I'm fucking cold
right now.
You're gonna warm up fast, boy.
Till you see what I got cooking.
Which one is he, man?
There's so many fucking kids.
It's that one-- that one right--
the-- Number 2, JD. That's him.
[commentator] Ladies and
gentlemen, give it up
for the Calhoun County
Bulldog Band.
[audience cheering]
[crickets chirping]
[knocking on door]
[tense music]
[tense music continues]
Oh, my God.
Come here, come here,
come here, come here.
[commentator] Kickoff
is returned to midfield.
Calhoun County will take
the possession first,
led by their
senior quarterback,
John David Smith.
[Brook] Here he comes.
You said you talked to him?
Yeah, man, talked to him.
Talked to him earlier.
-Him and his stupid buddy.
-[John David] Ready, set, hut!
[grunting]
-[player 1] Shit!
-[commentator] Fumbled.
That's it, man.
That's one turnover.
-So what--
-One turnover.
As long as he don't make
a touchdown
and they lose, man, that's it.
-[Brook] That's it?
-[Anthony] That's the parlay.
Holy shit, dude,
that's so fucking easy.
[commentator]
He looks to have been
shaken up on the play.
It appears to be quarterback
John David Smith.
Oh, shit, they're having
to help him up, man.
Oh, shit, they fucked him up
on that one.
His teammates
are gonna help him
-to the sideline.
-No.
Clarksville offense will have
their first look on the field.
[Lorenzo] Come on.
Just sit down.
[Jamelia breathes shakily]
Here, you okay?
-[sniffles and sobs]
-[whispers] I'm right here.
Hey, just for a second.
Just for a second.
-Just for a second.
-It's fine, it's fine.
[sniffles]
Did he do this?
One, two, three, Bulldogs!
[commentator] With ten minutes
left in the first quarter,
Calhoun County
will take the field
for their second position
in the game.
-He's not coming back in, huh?
-Holy shit.
-What the fuck does that mean?
-You know what it means?
-What?
-It means they can't score.
That means we only need
one more thing.
We need Calhoun County to lose
and we'll be fuckin' in, boy.
[grunting]
[commentator] Four yard gain.
Second down
for the Bulldog offense.
Lorenzo, please.
Please just calm down.
I just--
I didn't wanna tell you.
-[glass shatters]
-[Lorenzo] Fuck!
Lorenzo, please!
[crowd cheering]
[commentator] Ruling on
the field is incomplete.
That'll bring up
a huge third down
for this Calhoun County offense
with nine seconds
left in the game.
Oh, fuck, here we go,
here we go, here we go.
[player 2] And hut!
[grunting]
[commentator]
Pass is deep. And...
-[referee blows whistle]
-[Brook] Oh, goddammit, man.
How do you fucking do this
every weekend?
[Anthony chuckles]
You gotta have balls of steel,
just like me.
It's a fucking rush, man.
[commentator] We have
a timeout by Calhoun County.
It's their third
and final timeout.
[crowd cheering]
[referee whistles]
[crowd cheering]
Why the fuck
is he going back in?
It's all right, man. He knows
the plan, so we're still good.
-We're still good, he knows.
-Goddamn.
I talked to him for 30 minutes.
I'm telling you. Kid's solid.
I didn't wanna tell you.
No, no, no, no.
I shouldn't have done that.
I shouldn't have done that.
I'm so sorry.
I need you to be calm, okay?
[takes deep breath]
As soon as you get home,
pack everything you own.
We're leaving tomorrow.
I can't.
I'm not going to let someone
hurt you like that ever.
Ever again.
Okay.
[commentator] It'll all
come down to this.
One final play
from the Bulldogs.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
[player 3] And hut!
[grunting]
[commentator] John David Smith
looks downfield.
No time remaining.
Pass is in the air.
And it is...
Caught! For a touchdown.
[crowd cheering]
[commentator]
A 39-yard strike.
John David Smith
to Jordan Claypool.
And that will seal the deal
as the Bulldogs are able
to pull off the victory.
And by the skin of their teeth,
the Bulldogs remain
undefeated on the season.
The Bulldogs will be going
on the road next week
to face the Panthers
of Sopchoppy.
Tonight's final score:
Bulldogs 12, Clarksville 10.
[melancholy music]
[crickets chirping]
You wanna go beat his ass?
Take our money back?
It's fucking bullshit, man.
Fucking bullshit.
I mean, we did every goddamn
thing we was supposed to do,
and still, everybody else found
a way to fuck it up for us, man.
No, they didn't, man.
This is our fault.
Our fault?
How the fuck
is it our fault, man?
Portia lying,
the fucking kid lying,
Lorenzo not showing up,
this is clearly not
our fucking fault, man.
This is not our fucking fault.
Lorenzo tried to warn us, man.
If we'd listened,
right now we'd be fine.
This was on us.
You fucking hear yourself
right now?
This ain't on us, man.
-Brook-- Just shut up.
-We didn't do nothing wrong.
-Just shut up.
-We did everything
-we was supposed to.
-Brook, shut the fuck up!
All right.
Just get in the truck, man.
Come on, come on.
[melancholy music continues]
[railroad crossing bells ring]
[Brook]
Whose fucking car is that, man?
[crickets chirping]
Looks like Lorenzo's girl.
Since when
does Lorenzo have a girl?
Why don't you get out
so I can get going?
Where are you going?
[sighs]
Gonna go face the music.
Tonight? What the fuck
are you gonna do that for, man?
Just wait till tomorrow.
We'll figure this shit out.
Brook.
I wanted to be destined
for something good, but...
I always felt like my fate
was to be a complete fuck-up.
[sighs] But, you know,
that ain't what life's about.
Life ain't defined
by circumstances.
Life's defined by how you react
to those circumstances.
You know, the decisions
that you make and...
What makes a good man
is having the ability
to take responsibility
for those actions.
Even if you are
a complete fuck-up.
You want me to, um...
You want me to--
I want you to get out
of the truck, Brook.
Go on.
[car door shuts]
[engine starts, whirs]
[emotional music]
[engine revs]
[train honks horn]
[owl hoots]
[man 1] Money in the bag
right here.
This is easy money.
[man 2] Man, man, I don't--
I had 30 on one for the game.
[Shiloh] Easy money, you say.
[man 2] Well, I got a spread
on the motherfucker now.
We can dub their ass.
Boy, let's go.
-[Shiloh chuckles] Oh, yeah?
-[man 2] Dubs, baby. Let's go.
[man 1] Shit. Look who
the fucking wind blew in.
You got my money?
I do not.
Then I guess
you better have a seat.
[tense music]
So when you plan
on paying me back?
-Next Friday.
-[Shiloh] Next Friday.
You still gamble?
That's why you ain't got
my money, ain't it?
You gambled it all away, right?
You know what?
I'm feeling generous as hell.
Let's play spades.
You and Paul versus me and Raj.
And if you win,
I'll give you one more week.
I think I'm all right.
Here I am,
trying to help this man out.
And all of a sudden, he's afraid
to do a little bit of gambling.
I ain't scared.
I just play real poker.
Not whatever the hell it is
y'all playing over there.
All right.
Dealer's choice.
[tense music]
Five-card draw.
[tense music continues]
[tense music continues]
Full house beats a flush.
[Shiloh] Where the fuck
you think you're going?
We ain't done yet.
[knocks on door]
Where's Unc?
He went to see Shiloh.
You fucking hit her?
What? No.
What's wrong with you?
-What happened to her face?
-How did y'all get the money?
Dude, we didn't get
the fucking money, man.
-The kid didn't throw the game.
-Wait, wait, wait.
If y'all didn't get the money,
then why did he go see Shiloh?
Something about
facing the music.
Dude, I don't-- Unc sounded
out of his fucking mind, man.
Why the hell
aren't you with him?
I do not fuck around
about my baby girl.
I wanna know
why you thought it was okay
to try to hook
your punk-ass nephew up
-with my daughter.
-It got nothing to do with me.
And you expect for me
to believe that shit?
I've dealt with
every motherfucker in this town.
But it's always you.
I've worked my ass off
to get where I am.
I've built all of this
from nothing.
I'm no different than any
of these other motherfuckers.
But you don't treat no one else
the way you treat me.
Why is that, Anthony?
You know what I think?
I think it kills you
to see a black man winning.
Goddamn, man,
it got nothing to do with it.
Is that right?
Aye, yo, Raj.
[Raj] Yo.
You remember four years ago
when I took
this motherfucker's money?
Shit. Yeah, I remember.
Right before
he threw that first punch,
what was it he said again?
I don't know, I can't recall.
I was on the horn.
So, Anthony, tell us.
What's it you said?
I called you
a stupid fucking idiot.
No. No.
Now, listen.
This is gonna go
one of two ways.
You're gonna admit and apologize
and get me my fucking money
before next week.
Or we're gonna fuck you up.
All of us.
Tell them what you called me.
That night...
I called you...
I called you
a stupid fucking idiot
-and then I whooped your ass--
-You know you ain't beat my ass!
-You know why I can't stand you?
-Tell them the truth.
You're a sore fucking loser.
For four years,
you've lied about what I said,
all because you think it somehow
erases the fact that you lost.
I never lost!
I ain't the one who gotta
lie to prove anything!
You won't tell them
what you said.
You won't admit you sent
your nephew after my daughter.
Hell, you won't even admit
you fumbled the fucking ball.
Goddamn, Shiloh.
What if I did fumble
the football?
-Does that change anything?
-You goddamn right.
All right, what does it change?
It changes the fact
that you lost us the game,
-not me!
-All right, yeah.
What does that change?
'Cause I would already know,
so it don't change nothing
for me.
If you go up in
the high school gym right now,
there'd still be
a 1998 MVP plaque
with my name on it.
That ain't gonna change.
You go on and tell someone
that Shiloh didn't fumble
the football
in the 1998 state championship.
You know what they're gonna say?
They're gonna say...
"Who?"
[tense music in crescendo]
[slow dramatic music]
Shiloh, what the fuck?
What did you just do?
What did you do, Shiloh?
What the fuck, man?
[high-pitched ringing]
[birds chirping]
[clattering]
Lorenzo, have you seen Unc?
Where are you going?
I'm leaving.
For how long?
For good.
Oh, no, no, no,
no, no, no. Hold on.
[dialing numbers]
[Lorenzo]
Who are you calling?
Have you told him
you're leaving?
-Not yet.
-Goddammit, man.
Pick up the fucking phone, Unc!
[phone rings]
Brook.
Where's Unc?
Fuck you, rednecks.
[bell dings]
[Dave] County says
I can't serve until 10:00.
Not my rules.
Was Unc in here last night?
No.
Hey, Brook.
Everything all right?
[bell dings]
[cell phone rings]
-Yeah.
- Talked to Dave.
Unc wasn't here last night.
Fuck. That's not good, man.
Did you check
the hardware store?
Yeah, no sign of him there.
What about the grocery store?
You think he's there?
They would've been closed
last night.
He coulda went this morning.
I don't-- I don't know.
Yeah, it's worth a shot.
I'll head there now.
[muffled screaming]
[Brook] Where the fuck am I?
What the fuck is this?
Goddammit, man! What the fuck?
Oh, fuck, man.
Fuck. No, no, no!
[muffled screaming]
-Shut up.
-[grunts]
[Paul] It's time to pay up,
motherfucker.
-[Shiloh] Two weeks.
-Shut up, bitch.
I gave you two weeks.
But you ain't fucking listen!
You think
we're fuckin' playing, huh?
Oh, you got
something you wanna say?
[muffled groans]
[muffled groaning echoes]
I'm gonna get
your fucking money.
I'm gonna get
your fucking money.
And you're gonna get it to me
by next Friday?
-Yes.
-Are you fucking sure?
[strained] I swear
to fucking God,
I'm gonna get
your fucking money.
All right then.
I'll be seeing you then.
[breathing heavily]
[coughs, spits]
Hey. Hey!
Where's my uncle, man?
[panting]
[coughs]
[engine whirring]
[Lorenzo] You uh...
You heard from Unc?
[gags]
[breathes shakily]
We gotta call the law.
What the fuck
are they gonna do, man?
They already know
the shit Shiloh does--
That hardly compares
to a fucking murder, Brook.
What are you gonna do,
go to the law?
We ain't got
no fucking evidence.
How you going
if we got no proof?
They'll know
when they take one look at you.
They'll know what?
That he beat my ass?
What's that, a month in county?
I'm gonna kill
that motherfucker.
Shut the fuck up, Brook.
I'm serious.
I'm gonna kill him.
Shut the fuck up!
That's all
it ever is with you, man!
You put yourself in this hole,
then you dig the motherfucker
deeper and deeper
until somebody else
has to pull you out of it.
If you don't wanna go
to the law, fine!
But you're on your own.
What are you gonna do?
You gonna run off
with that girl?
Like a coward?
Call me a coward again.
-Fucking coward.
-Call me a fucking coward again!
[panting]
You don't think
he's gonna hunt you down?
You saw what he did
to his own daughter.
What the fuck you think
he's gonna do to you?
[door shuts]
[engine starts, whirs]
[suspenseful music]
[suspenseful music continues]
[door shuts]
[engine starts, whirs]
[engine revs]
[vehicles whoosh]
[suspenseful music continues]
[engine rumbling]
[crickets chirping]
[vehicles whooshing]
[tense music]
[crickets chirping]
[leaves rustle]
[door creaks]
[lock clinks]
[Shiloh] What the fuck
you doing?
[dramatic music]
The fuck you gonna do with that?
What's wrong?
[dramatic musical buildup]
You think I'm scared of you?
Who the fuck you think
you supposed to be?
Now the only thing
that you gonna do
is get me my goddamn money!
[Brook coughs]
[Shiloh] Get up.
[coughs]
Get the fuck outta here.
[dramatic music continues]
[thud in distance]
[footsteps approaching]
[door opens]
[door squeaks]
[water running]
["The Clock" by Thomas Hendon
and Brian Daste plays]
Sway like the trees
in an autumn breeze
You are the leaves
And I am the sun
[fire crackles]
And I am the sun
[water running]
Together we exist
in this place
We're running a race
Against time alone
[fire crackling]
Against time alone
How long can we go on
in this routine?
How long can we do
the exact same thing?
No one knows
No one knows
But one moment we're here
I'm sorry, man.
And the next we're gone
And the next we're gone
And the next we're gone
Still the clock ticks on
But one moment we're here
And the next we're gone
And the next we're gone
[birds chirping]
[tranquil guitar music]
[tractor whirring]
[man] Let's go, slick.
Let me get another one.
Anthony?
Ah shit, Brook.
I like to have not even
recognized you.
How you been, man?
You see it, man. You see it.
Didn't you used to have
longer hair?
Uh-uh.
Uh, there's something different
about you.
I got some work done
to my nose, man.
I used to--
used to have a bigger nose.
No, that ain't it.
It'll come to me, though.
I'm glad
to see you doing good, bud.
[indistinct background chatter]
["Yesterday Don't Matter"
by Bill Burnett and Geoff Levin]
Been there before
It's a long, long road
A road
that leads to nowhere
You learn to lie,
you learn to steal
That'll all
just turn to dust
Yesterday don't matter
You got a clean slate anyway
Yesterday don't matter
And the future that you want
It's about what you do today
Not always blood
But we're family here
It's time you learn to trust
Yesterday don't matter
You got a clean slate anyway
Yesterday don't matter
And the future that you want
It's about what you do today
[intense musical buildup]
[insects chirping in background]
-[woman] Here you go.
-[man] Thank you.
[woman] Let me know
how you like the sauce,
I tried something new.
[man] Mm-hmm.
[woman] So I was talking
with Debbie this afternoon.
Apparently, there's
a seafood festival
down in Port St. Joe
this weekend.
I didn't think
we had made plans yet,
so I told her we would go.
She said she can get us
a really good deal
at the hotel
they're staying at.
I think it's usually
like 450 a night,
but she can get it for 400.
And if we get back
early enough on Sunday,
I was thinking you could
take a look at my car.
It's making a rattle again.
Not the same as last time.
-[thump]
-This time it's--
-Shh.
-What?
-[woman gasping]
-Don't you move. Don't you move.
-Don't you do anything.
-[woman] Okay.
[man] We ain't gotta
do all this now. Hold on.
-[man 2] Don't you fucking move.
-Just listen. Come on, man.
-[grunts]
-[woman screams]
[man 3] Shut the fuck up, bitch.
[woman] No, no!
[man] Let me go, goddamn! Fuck!
Get the fuck off me!
[man 3] Come here, motherfucker!
-Goddammit!
-Stop squirming, you pussy!
[man] We ain't gotta do
this shit! Man, come on!
[indistinct shouting]
Your money's under
the fucking sink, man.
The what?
Your fucking money,
it's under the goddamn sink.
-Let him go.
-[man] Stop, fuck.
[man groans] Goddamn, fuck.
We're good.
[man] Fucking hit me
in the head?
[man sighs]
[man] Son of a bitch.
You mean to tell me
you had my money
this whole goddamn time?
Fuck, man. I'm sorry.
Nah. You ain't sorry just yet.
[tense music]
[man] Hold on, now.
Hold-- hold on. Hold--
Hey! Not my fucking leg!
[rock music in background]
Come on.
Come on, you son of a bitch.
[gasps]
All right.
[Lorenzo] Don't count
your chickens just yet.
-What do you mean?
-They still got 30 seconds left.
[Anthony]
Not a chance.
They ain't been able to pass
worth a shit all game.
We'll see.
The hell you say? You'll see.
I ain't been wrong all year.
[sighs] Well, my life's fucked.
Well, at least you came
to the right place.
My insurance company called
and they're not covering
-my fucking procedure anymore.
-[Lorenzo] They say why?
Some bullshit
about it not being a medical--
You stupid fucking idiot!
-What the fuck?
-Why would you squib it?
Brook!
Will you shut the hell up, man?
You're fucking up
the juju in here.
[barman] Anthony.
How many times
I gotta tell you, man?
Well, Dave,
with all due respect,
I wouldn't have to yell if you
didn't let fucking morons
in here, now would I?
If I didn't let
fucking morons in here,
I'd literally go
out of business.
Hey, Dave.
Let me get a beer, man.
Three dollars.
-Oh, just put it on my tab.
-I can't do that.
-Why not?
-'Cause you never pay your tab.
Man, I've had a rough day, man.
Can I-- can I just have a beer?
If I don't have $3 in my hand
by the time I count to three,
I'm gonna pour this beer out
right in front of you.
-One.
-Well, don't just waste--
-Two.
-[laughs] No, I got it.
I'm losing my fucking shit, man.
Don't let Dave get to you, dude.
He's just a Yankee.
He can't help it.
I'm already on the edge
with this insurance shit.
The last thing I need
is Dave starting his shit.
[Anthony] Brook! Brook!
Go outside.
-Unc, I literally just got--
-Right now, goddammit.
You're messing up
the juju in here, man.
They didn't start fucking up
till you walked in.
Goddamn, man.
Swear to God.
[bell rings]
[Anthony]
What'd I tell you, man?
As that son of bitch rolled out,
I knew he was fixing
to throw a pick!
-What'd I tell you, man?
-Yeah, yeah.
God, I'm hot this year, boy.
Right down the middle with that.
-Remember?
-[chuckles]
You're hot every year,
aren't you?
-I tell ya!
-Can I get one of 'em?
Hey, man, you know
they sell these things, right?
Tell us about
this insurance mess, man.
Apparently, they're not gonna
cover my operation
because it's cosmetic.
I guess sleep apnea doesn't
qualify as a fucking medical--
Oh, wait, man.
You ain't got no insurance,
do you, bro?
-Yeah, through the sawmill.
-Goddamn, son.
You ain't worked there
in over a month.
-Can you lend me the money, Unc?
-[sighs]
-Come on, dude. What?
-Unc, Unc, no, listen.
They got the operation
scheduled for Thursday.
They said as long
as I come up with the money,
I can keep
that same appointment.
-Sounds like you're out of luck.
-Well, hold on, hold on.
Why don't you
just reschedule it?
'Cause it's finally happening.
I'm finally gonna meet her.
Next weekend,
I'm gonna go meet her.
-[Lorenzo] Oh, seriously?
-Yes, exactly.
That's awesome, bro.
Well, hell, man.
You waited this long.
Why don't you wait till after
you get your nose all fixed?
-Hello.
-Because, nah, man.
It's got to be-- uh, it's gotta
be next weekend.
You guys remember me telling you
she hasn't been texting me?
-No.
-Yeah.
What the fuck? I told y'all.
Dude! It's 'cause her dad died.
I'm sorry to hear that.
-Her dad died?
-Her dad died, Unc.
You know what that means?
She's getting her fucking
inheritance.
So I'm gonna go
down there next weekend,
get a beach house,
Panama City Beach,
rental car, 'cause I don't wanna
drive my piece of shit.
I get all that, but why you need
the nose job, man?
That ain't coming together
for me.
Uh, hello?
You see this fucking thing?
-I mean, am I crazy?
-Oh, shit.
She don't care about that, cuz.
Y'all use a face chat, right?
Well, that's not
what it's called, but...
To be sure,
she's seen the damn thing.
I mean, she obviously
don't care.
No, that's the thing.
She's never seen my nose before.
When we talk,
I always put a filter over it
so she don't see my nose.
-That's the whole point.
-What the fuck's a filter?
What do you mean filter?
Like an air filter?
[Brook] No, like a fucking--
Lorenzo knows what I'm tal--
I dunno what y'all are talking
about. Quit fucking around.
I'm not fucking around, man.
Are you gonna lend me
the money or not?
Look, I can't lend you
money I ain't got.
How much money did you just
win on that game back there?
What do you mean
you ain't got the money?
-Eight hundred.
-Eight fucking hundred?
You shut the fuck up.
Eight fucking hundred
and you can't lend me money--
I need this!
That money's
for a greater purpose, man.
It ain't for fucking lending out
for nose jobs and no bullshit.
Y'all out your damn minds.
[Brook] Unc, look,
it's eight grand, man.
That's for the nose job, for
the rental car, the beach house.
It don't matter
how much you need.
You ain't getting it
from me, boy.
-What am I supposed to do, Unc?
-I don't know.
Getting a job doesn't sound
like a bad idea.
-Look who's talking.
-Oh.
[Anthony] I'm disabled.
You're just fucking lazy.
It's a big goddamn
difference, man.
Look, I'd still be working
if my back didn't go out.
Do you at least know somebody
that will lend me the money?
-[Lorenzo] Brook.
-It's Unc's call.
-Don't get Unc involved in this.
-I know you know somebody.
You need to handle this
on your own.
Hold on now.
I think I know somebody.
He knows a guy.
I knew he knew a guy.
This could be good for Brook.
He might need this.
No, this is good for Brook.
This is great for Brook.
[chuckles] This is great
for all of us, actually.
You wanna go?
Take me to him.
All right, I'm gonna warn
you boys, though.
Bit of an asshole, that guy.
["Many Miles" by Thomas Hendon
and Brian Daste plays]
There's much to see
and much to learn
The time will pass
and the sun will burn
Do as you please, yeah
That sounds mighty fine
It's simple,
all gonna blow your mind
But we don't need
nothing more, no
Everything's all right
Won't you come along
And we'll see
what we can find
Won't you come along
for the many miles
Thank you.
What can I do for you?
Yes, we need
to speak with, um...
Shiloh.
Shiloh, is he available?
Is it about your vehicle?
[chuckles] No, we just need
to talk to, um, Shiloh.
Real quick.
Her dad was fucking loaded.
I'm talking about millions,
millions, I'm talking--
[door opens]
[tense music]
Y'all need something?
Um, we were-- [chuckles]
We were wanting
to talk to you about--
We can talk in my office.
Back here? [chuckles]
You coming?
Nah.
Suit yourself.
[tense music continues]
[Shiloh] Now.
What the fuck y'all want?
-Um...
-Tell him what you want.
[Brook]
Okay, so, we wanted to--
I'm sorr-- I wan--
I wanted to know if, um...
If I could borrow some...
borrow some cash.
Your name Brook?
-Yeah, um, we met before?
-Nah.
But I heard of a motherfucker
named Brook
that doesn't like
to pay his debts.
That could've been
a different Brook.
How many motherfuckers
you know named Brook?
Y'all ain't getting shit
from me.
Anything else?
Unc, you said he was gonna--
Look, Shiloh, kid needs
to borrow some money.
It is what you do, ain't it?
What do I look like?
A stupid fucking nigger?
-Oh, shit. What? No.
-Do what now?
I said, do I look like
a stupid fucking nigger?
-No!
-You heard him.
-That's not what he meant.
-Did you say that?
No, no, man.
Just don't say that word.
-[Brook] Don't say that.
-"Nigger"?
-Yeah, man.
-No, don't say it again.
-Don't say that.
-It's not a good word.
Oh. You don't say "nigger"
no more.
He doesn't say it, man.
That's-- He's not like that.
-No, I get it. Now I get it.
-There you go. Now you remember.
[musical sting]
Come on, man. Come on, come on.
That's it. That's it.
One at a time.
Come on, motherfucker.
You got it.
Yeah!
That's what the fuck
I'm talking about!
Yes!
That's how you fucking win
a ball game.
That's what I'm talking about.
That's how you do it.
Let me get this money.
Hey. Cough that shit up.
Did you hear me, motherfucker?
Cough that shit up.
Give me a minute.
For what? The game's over.
You lost.
Hey.
This motherfucker owes me $300
and now he don't wanna pay.
-I said gimme a goddamn minute.
-For what? Fuck that.
Game's over. You lost.
Give me my fucking money.
Good boy.
One thing you need to know
about me, young man,
I don't lose.
Fuck you.
[insects chirping in distance]
[man] Bitch, I told you--
I told you leave that alone.
You gonna learn?
You gonna learn?
[Shiloh] Oh, shit.
Look who it is.
[man] Right on, right on, man.
Bro, come on.
Come on, man.
Hey.
I'll be back next Saturday.
Your ass better have
more money ready for me.
Leave man alone, man.
He don't want no problems.
Hey. Why don't you just take
your money and shut the fuck up?
-What's wrong? You mad?
-[man] You took the man money.
If I was mad,
you'd fucking know it.
This motherfucker sounds
mad at me.
You want to see me get mad,
motherfucker?
Go ahead.
Keep on fucking talking.
-[man] Hey, chill out.
-Get your ass back in the truck.
-I ain't scared of you.
-Fuck you, motherfucker!
-Hey, can I get some help--
-[shouting]
Get your bitch ass in the truck.
You don't know who the fuck
you're dealing with!
Fuck you.
You stupid fucking--
[car horn blaring]
-You said the N-word?
-No, I didn't say the N-word.
-Your drunk ass don't remember.
-I remember just fine, man.
I called you
a stupid fucking idiot.
Then I whooped your ass.
-Hell, you didn't whoop my ass.
-Uh-huh.
And you ain't fumble
the football neither.
Fumble?
I fumbled the fucking ball?
Yeah, fumbled
the fucking football.
How did I fumble
the fucking ball?
We played that a hundred times
in practice.
Coach Daniels
was right about you.
-You ain't play worth shit.
-Fuck you! Fuck off!
All right, man.
You fumbled the ball.
End of fucking story.
We can argue until we're blue
in the face about this, right?
But that ain't why we're here.
Now, my nephew needs
to borrow some money.
And I already said no.
So get your lying, racist ass
up out of here
before I fuck both of y'all up.
Hold on, Brook. Hold on.
[sighs] He'll lend me the money.
And why would I lend money
to a fucking drunk?
First of all,
I ain't no fucking drunk.
Second of all,
I'll pay you back.
You know I'm good for it.
-Eight grand, Brook?
-[Brook] Yeah, eight grand.
[beeping]
[tense music]
I want this back by midnight.
Friday after next.
That's two weeks.
I want this back
plus four stacks.
Seems like
an awfully high interest rate.
It is.
But so is a pound of flesh.
And that's exactly
what I'm gonna take
if you don't give me
my fucking money.
[receptionist] College keeps me
pretty busy during the week,
but most evenings
I'm free around 5:00.
Just throwing it out there.
-I get off work at 5:00.
-Really?
[sighs] You ready, man?
Yeah. Y'all good?
Yeah. See you in the truck.
Okay.
Well, it was good
to talk to you...
-You too.
-Jamelia.
Oh yeah, uh, it was--
it was nice talking to you too.
Lorenzo.
Lorenzo. I'll remember that.
-I'll see you around.
-You too.
So what was he saying?
Nothing.
[gasps]
He was saying something.
He was saying goodbye.
Make sure you finish
those invoices.
[tense music]
[phone rings]
[tranquil instrumental music]
Sweet Jesus!
You look like shit.
It's gotta heal first, goddamn.
Next time you see me, I'll look
like a young Patrick Swayze.
Or an old Ellen DeGeneres.
Well, goddamn!
About time you showed up.
Where the hell you been, man?
My bad, man.
I got caught up at work.
-Brook! Wow!
-Got it done. Look at that.
-Look at the bridge.
-You got it done.
Shit's gonna look good
when it heals.
Yeah. Yeah, when it heals.
That's enough
pussyfooting around, all right?
Game starts in 15 minutes.
Go, go, go.
-Change. Go!
-Would you calm down?
Hey, you calm down. I've been
waiting forever for you.
Come on. Go.
Doctor tell you how long
you gotta wear that bandage?
Yeah, he says as bad as mine is,
it's gonna be like two weeks.
Uh, two weeks ain't too bad.
They'll fly by.
Yeah, I'll tell you the only
shitty part about it though.
He said until this bitch
is recovered,
I can't smoke or drink.
So, you know,
that's gonna fucking suck.
-Off to a pretty bad start.
-Mm.
[grunts] Goddammit.
-[chuckles]
-[sighs]
You hear back from ole girl?
Oh, yeah. Uh...
She's flying in early,
so as soon as I get
the rental car,
I'm just gonna meet her
at the beach house.
And if she asks about your nose?
Oh, I didn't tell you, man.
So here's what I was thinking.
I tell her I crashed
my Corvette, right?
That way that explains
the nose bandage,
the rental car,
and Corvettes are classy, so...
[chuckles]
I-- I really just think you need
to tell her the truth, man.
I mean, she's gonna find out
about it at some point anyway.
And... [sighs] It's just,
why even lie to begin with?
You know,
I'ma be honest with you.
I don't think she's gonna ask
too many questions.
I mean, she can't be that smart.
She's-- she's from Alabama.
Hey, Lorenzo. Get your ass
in gear. We're late, boy.
Come on, man. Let's go.
We was talking about you.
How long y'all
gonna be out?
Ah.
-For as long as the game lasts.
-Cool.
I'll probably be asleep
when y'all get back,
so just, um...
-Okay.
-Try to keep his ass quiet, man.
Yeah, you sure
you don't wanna go with us?
No, I'm gonna sleep, man.
Eight hours. I need it, man.
-Tomorrow's a big day. Big day.
-Yeah, I got you.
Well, just make sure
you actually sleep.
Oh, I will.
Yeah. No, I'm going to.
-Trust me.
-All right.
Tomorrow's a big day.
Don't be nervous.
I'm not nervous, man.
Excited. Not nervous.
[groans]
Yeah. Yeah. I-- I-- I said,
what's the point spread
of Calhoun County
versus Hugh Creek?
Uh-huh.
All-- Uh-huh. All right.
Give me a Calhoun County
against the spread.
No. Whatever you can give me.
Yeah, I'm a hundred
percent sure, man.
Good. Yeah.
All right. Thank you, sir.
[sighs]
You just bet
on a high school game?
Yes, I did.
What happened
to only betting on college?
I have inside information.
Which is...?
Hugh Creek running back's
got the squirts.
Do what?
Said the boy's got the squirts.
Can't stop shitting himself.
[laughs]
How do you even know that?
Lady that works at The Pig
knows his mama.
She told me this morning.
So, what, you're banking
on him being dehydrated?
No, man. Look.
You got to go to school
at least half the day
or they ain't gonna let you play
in the game, right?
Well, ain't gonna happen.
Now, according to the internet,
Hugh Creek only has one loss.
I'll give you just one guess
who didn't play in that game.
Wow. Sounds like you got it
all figured out.
Dave ain't got no radio
at the bar,
so I have to bring mine.
And kickoff's at 7:00.
So we got to be there
before then, all right?
Hold on.
What do you mean, "we"?
Unc, it's
a high school game, man.
[sighs] Lorenzo.
This ain't just
a high school game, man.
This is about fixing
what our past two generations
-fucked up, man.
-Here we go.
Being a McGill used to mean
something, goddammit.
We're halfway to buying
the farm back, all right?
We won six weeks
in a row, man. Six weeks.
Look, man,
it ain't just a coincidence.
We got the juju. I can feel it.
I'm going to work.
Hey, Lorenzo.
Do not fuck this up for us, man.
I'm serious now. Lorenzo,
you hear me?
[Anthony] Lorenzo,
I'm serious now.
[door slams]
You good?
-[strained] Yeah, I'm good.
-[chuckles]
So much for not being nervous.
-Where you headed?
-Work.
I didn't think
you had to be there till 9:00.
Got a lot going on today.
-I'm getting there early.
-Well, dude, give me a ride.
It's on your way to work.
You wouldn't have to go
out of the way or nothing.
Why don't
you just drive yourself?
I don't wanna leave
my car there all weekend.
What if somebody steals it?
[chuckles] I don't think you got
anything to worry about, cuz.
Just give me a ride, man.
[sighs]
If you make me late for work,
I'ma whoop yo ass, man.
You ain't gonna be late.
Come on, let's go.
[tranquil instrumental music]
[Brook] Not a single sports car.
It was either this or a minivan.
["That's the Way It Is"
by John Tristao plays]
Good luck. I gotta go to work.
Looking out the window
I see heat waves rise
See homeless people,
welfare lines
It don't seem fair
some can live like kings
While others have nothing
but unfulfilled dreams
But that's the way it is
-Uh, hey.
-Hey, hey.
-You come here often?
-Oh, no.
Only when
I'm meeting up with you.
Oh, I must be special then.
Uh, I don't-- I don't know
if I told you this already,
but did I mention
parking around back?
-Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
-No, no, no, it's fine. I just--
You're good, you're good.
You don't have to explain.
Would you hop in the truck?
Let me take you for a ride.
Are we going for a ride?
-Yeah, girl.
-Where?
-To the backyard.
-[chuckles]
["Travel the Boulevard" by
Aaron Edson and Geoff Levin]
I'm wherever I want to be
As I'm riding
on the boulevard
If you want,
you can come with me
We can ride on
down the boulevard
I'm wherever I want to be
As I'm riding
on the boulevard
If you want,
you can come with me
We can ride on
down the boulevard
Come, come on now
Leave it
behind you, baby...
[knocks on door]
[woman] Coming!
-Hello.
-Oh my God, your nose!
-Yeah, I--
-Are you all right?
Yeah, no, it's-- I'm fine, yeah.
I broke it.
You should have told me.
What happened?
I just, um-- See, I had--
Or no, I--
I have a Corvette,
and, um, and I wrecked it
and broke my nose.
-Okay, you're all right.
-Yeah.
So it's gonna heal?
[chuckles] Not--
-No, no--
-Like a permanent thing?
No, no, it's gonna heal, yeah.
Actually-- They told me
it's gonna look
better than before.
-It's kind of weird.
-Oh, okay. [laughs]
-Yeah, so...
-Cool.
-So that's-- that's...
-Uh. Oh, um...
-Um, yeah.
-Um... Yeah. [chuckles]
-Just one of those.
-Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
Um, well, I made some lunch,
if you're hungry.
-Yeah. I love food. [laughs]
-Okay, yeah, come on in.
Um, yeah, nice to finally
meet you in person, by the way.
Yeah, you too.
Are you sure you're okay?
Yeah, no, I'm good.
I swear I'm good.
Stuck right into my heart
Bow, bow, bow, ooh
There was nothing
I could do
You captured me
from the very start
Hang on to our love
Ooh, wawa, ooh
-It will always be forever
-Wawawa, ooh
Hang on to our love
Wawawa, ooh
I won't leave you,
no, not ever
Wawawa
[romantic music continues]
Hang on to our love
It will always be forever
Hang on to our love
I won't leave you,
no, not never
Hang on...
[bottles clattering]
Brook.
Yeah?
You ready?
Mm-hmm.
[bell dings]
[radio commentator] Well,
Calhoun County is still up...
They'll have to be careful here
as they take over
at their own nine-yard line
following a Hugh Creek's
failed fourth down conversion.
And you can't help but notice
how unusually quiet...
You mean to tell me
that you think that this glass
sitting on this bar
is what's making
that team play bad?
[commentator] John David Smith
under center. He takes a snap.
It's a toss to the right.
Running back marches down
the field to the 15-yard line.
What's the score?
[Anthony]
Six-nothing, Calhoun County.
-Good deal. Sitting pretty.
-[Anthony] The hell we are.
Need to win by ten.
They're playing like shit
all game.
It's fine. There's plenty
of time left in the game.
Just keep your head up.
It'll be fine.
How much you got
riding on it anyway?
Unc?
I got ten.
Ten thousand?
[sighs heavily] Dave?
Lorenzo?
A guy bets ten grand
on a football game.
What is he?
Ballsy.
Cool.
It's a high school game.
Now what is he?
A fucking moron.
Do you ever consider
the consequences of losing?
I mean, let's just say
you happen to lose this bet
and then, for some reason,
Brook can't pay back Shiloh.
That responsibility
is yours now--
Now, first of all,
I ain't losing.
All right? The only reason
I'm down right now
is you was fucking late.
Secondly, Shiloh's
Brook's problem. Ain't mine.
That is a you
and a Brook problem.
No, no, no. I--
I got Brook the loan.
All right?
Paying it back's on him.
Look, it's tough love.
That's what the boy needs.
-I'm telling you.
-Okay, sure.
But hear me out on this.
If you co-sign on a car loan
with somebody
and then
they can't make the payment--
Oh! There we go! Right there!
That's what I'm talking about!
Man, I'm telling you! That's it!
Man, I'm telling you.
When you and me, we're sitting
right here, we can't lose.
Wooh! Boy, I'm hot.
Can't lose, man.
Brook, I know this is
the first time that we've,
like, actually met in person.
Um, but I think I love you.
Really?
Do you think you love me too?
-Like right now?
-Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.
-I should not have said that.
-No, you're good.
You probably think
I'm all clingy now.
I'm so sorry. Literally,
that was crossing a line.
[inhales]
Goddamn. Okay, um,
I'm gonna be honest with you.
Remember what I told you
about me wrecking a Corvette
and breaking my nose?
Well, that didn't happen.
I actually had a nose job.
See, I used to have
this really big,
disgusting nose,
and I was scared
that if I didn't get it fixed
before we met that you wouldn't,
I don't know, like me.
And now that I know
you feel this way,
I think it's only fair
that you--
-you know the truth.
-Brook.
I guess I can't really
hold that against you.
Because I kinda lied too.
You did?
Yeah, um, you know
how I said I was inheriting
my dad's estate?
Yeah?
That wasn't exactly true.
Entirely.
-So you're not inheriting it?
-No, I am.
It's just that...
so are my siblings.
You said you were an only child.
Yeah, that was
kind of a lie too.
Okay, so like what?
You gotta split it with...
How many siblings do you have?
-Do five.
-Five, fuck-- Uh, mm.
Hmm. Hmm. Wow.
I know this is probably bad,
but, like, I just kinda thought
that maybe
you wouldn't like me as much
if you didn't think
I was wealthy.
[forced chuckle] What? No, what?
You think I'm shallow
or something?
-No.
-[both laugh]
Cool. Um, yeah. 'Cause, like,
I mean not
that it even really matters,
but, like, how much
are you getting exactly?
Like, your dad's worth
a couple million, right?
I might have lied about
how much my dad was worth too.
[cell phone rings]
Talk to me, Romeo!
We're fucked. We're fucked, man.
Excuse me?
She ain't got no goddamn money.
She fucking lied to me.
Brook, what the hell
you talking about, man?
Her dad ain't got
no millions of dollars, man.
He never fucking did.
He never fucking did.
-Son of a bitch.
-What's going on?
I don't know what to do,
I don't know--
Brook's girl ain't got
no damn money.
- We're so fucked.
-Brook, you still-- Listen up!
You gonna have
to figure this shit out, man.
-Shiloh's gonna want his money.
-I fucking forgot. [groans]
- I forgot about the--
-Hey.
[groans] When do we gotta
pay him back by?
Are you serious, man?
Next Friday.
You should know that.
[sighs] All right, Unc.
Is there any way possible
you can pay him back?
And I'll get a job
when I get home.
The hell you say?
I done told you, son.
I ain't doing that. What?
Please. Please, God.
The hell you say?
I ain't paying him back.
This is your problem.
You borrowed the money
from Shiloh.
I don't care, you come back.
You get a job. You sell drugs.
You sell your fucking asshole.
I don't fucking care, man.
You get the money to him.
-This is your fucking problem.
-You signed the papers, right?
Papers? Ain't no fucking papers.
You shake a hand, maybe.
You look at him threatening.
You don't fucking--
You know what, you dumbass?
Hey, Brook,
you need to come back, Brook.
I'll talk to him.
You need to pay Shiloh back.
Enjoy the rest of your trip.
- You got it?
-I-- I promise.
You stupid fucking idiot.
Now he thinks
I'ma pay Shiloh back.
You are.
That defeats the entire purpose
of me doing this, man.
-Look, look.
-I understand--
Lorenzo, Brook ain't
like you and me, all right?
He's got to figure shit out,
how to take care of himself.
-I understand that.
-I'll let Shiloh whoop his ass.
That'll teach him a lesson
right there, won't it?
Well, it might be
that Brook's ass
ain't the only one
Shiloh wants to whoop.
So instead of putting
all of that money
on the game tomorrow,
you may just wanna
go ahead and pay the man.
[rock and roll music plays]
I'm trying to find
what everybody wants
It's a rarity,
peace of mind
What makes you think
the voodoo that you do
[indistinct lyrics]
How will we find out?
Where you going?
Do you know
[indistinct lyrics]
[lawnmower whirring]
Candle made of bone
'Cause it might be
someone you know
How will we find out?
Where you going...
[sighs]
[cell phone rings]
[cell phone continues to ring]
Oh. Yeah?
[Anthony] Hey, man,
where you at?
I'm in town. Why, what's up?
I'm up at the bar, man.
Wondering what time
you're gonna be here.
I wasn't planning
on being there at all,
seeing you didn't have
anything riding on it.
You ended up doing it,
didn't you?
Yeah.
Anyways... I'm--
I'm up here, so...
All right.
Yeah, I'll be up there
after a while.
All right.
[exhales heavily]
You gotta go?
Yeah.
My uncle is, uh, superstitious,
to say the least.
He's watching a football game.
And according to his juju,
I have to be there.
[sighs]
You all right?
Yeah, I was just looking forward
to spending the day with you.
That's all.
Well, I don't have to go
right now.
[post-grunge playing
in background]
You ever notice
how much quieter it is in here
when there's only one of you?
[Jamelia] Oh, I've got one.
Favorite superhero.
-Superhero?
-Mm-hmm.
[sighs] You go first.
Okay, easy. Storm.
-Who?
-Storm, from X-Men.
-You don't know who Storm is?
-I'm drawing a blank.
All right, so listen. So she has
weather powers, right?
She can literally control
the weather,
and I'd like to argue that
she's the strongest
out of all the X-Men,
but that's not widely accepted,
you know?
-Mm-hmm.
-[chuckles] I'm sorry.
Uh, who was someone
you looked up to as a kid?
No superheroes,
no weather powers,
-just, like, a normal person.
-Oh. Um...
My uncle.
[Jamelia] You two
are pretty close, huh?
Well, he's the closest thing
to a father figure
I ever had, so...
What about your dad?
My dad?
I don't know.
I never knew him. He, um...
My mom just had a thing
for Mexican dudes.
Wait, hold up, hold up.
You-- you're Mexican?
Yeah, what?
You don't like Mexicans?
No, no, no, no.
I did not say that.
I'm just like, you don't,
you know, sound Mexican?
You know accents
aren't genetic, right?
[chuckles] I know that. It's--
Okay, um,
what does your mom do now?
Uh, she married some other dude
when I was young,
and he didn't wanna take care
of somebody else's kid,
so they moved away,
and I just stayed here
with my uncle.
He's pretty rough
around the edges,
but deep down, he means well.
I always kinda hoped I'd have
a family to take care of
the way he took care of us
one day.
Albeit a little
more traditional, though.
I could do without another
generation of uncle-daddy.
That's funny.
But that's enough
about my family.
I'm tired of talking about 'em.
What about you?
Uh, what do you want to know?
I don't know.
What's your dad like?
He's... he's all right.
Do y'all get along?
[scoffs] Well, you weren't lying
when you said
how beautiful this place is.
Yeah.
Go, go, go, come on! Come on!
You can do it! You can do it!
Yes, yes!
[cheering and laughing]
[cheering continues]
["Ride" by Socialburn plays]
Better company
Yeah, that's all you need
Dave.
Better company besides me
Now my last breath...
Yeah?
A shot of whiskey.
Whatever you got.
I can't do that.
Pour that fucking whiskey.
Look, I know
we don't always get along.
But I've known you
for a long time--
You run a fucking bar, don't ya?
Sure as shit didn't care
about me when I was drunk.
Fuck you care so much now?
You don't care about people,
you profit off people's misery.
Why don't you shut the fuck up?
Do your fucking job.
I'm gonna drive you
Out of my life
For the last time
[slurps, gulps]
Give me another one.
...for this to become clear
So tonight, I'm gonna ride
And tonight,
I'm gonna clear my mind
And tonight
I'm gonna drive you
[sniffles]
Out of my life
[slurps]
And tonight, I'm gonna ride
[sniffles]
And tonight,
I'm gonna clear my mind
And tonight,
I'm gonna drive you
Out of my life
[Anthony clears throat]
[sniffles]
[clears throat]
[cell phone beeps]
[takes deep breath]
Hey, man.
I...
We're fucked. We're fucked.
You borrowed money
from a fucking loan shark
to pay for a fucking nose job.
Are you serious right now?
What's gonna happen
if you don't pay him back?
Listen. I was desperate.
I made a mistake.
This is where we're at.
There's no changing it.
I just want you to know
the reason that I did what I did
was for us to be together.
Okay. I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have flipped out
on you like that. I'm sorry.
You said you owe this guy
a lot of money. How much?
I don't even
wanna talk about it.
No, tell me. Tell me.
It's like 12 grand.
Okay.
I could lend you that.
Huh?
Yeah, I mean,
I'd have to take it
out of my savings,
but I could, I will.
Are you serious?
Are you serious?
Yeah, no, I'm serious.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh. Oh, my God.
I gotta call my uncle.
He's gonna flip.
He's gonna lose his mind
when I tell him that.
You do have
to pay me back, okay?
I know,
it's just I gotta let him know.
-I'll be right back.
-Yeah, okay.
[phone rings]
[melancholy music]
[ringing]
[ringing stops]
[truck engine rumbling]
[truck door opens, closes]
[door creaks]
Holy shit!
[chuckles] Oh, you scared
the shit out of me, man.
Six weeks.
Six fucking weeks.
One time you ain't show up,
I lose
every single fucking game.
Unc, I am so sorry. I-- uh, I--
You've been drinking.
Jesus Christ.
I can't believe you.
You spoiled our chance
to fix everything.
You showed the kind of person
you really are today.
Okay.
I'm not gonna sit here
and let you belittle me
because you can't get
your life together.
[Anthony]
Where were you today?
I was with a girl.
Girl? What girl?
Jamelia.
-Hold on. Shiloh's daughter?
-That's right. Shiloh.
The guy you owe money to.
Money you don't have now!
What kind of a man
chooses a woman
over his own flesh and blood?
You know good and goddamn well
I ain't picking nobody
over my own family!
Maybe I'm just tired
of trying to help
the worthless motherfuckers!
I mean, look at you.
You dwell on trying to fix
your family's mistakes
when you can't even fix
your own demons.
You want the last name
McGill to mean something?
Well, it already does,
and you're making good
and goddamn sure of that.
[panting]
[cells phone rings]
[cell phone keeps ringing]
Yeah.
I'm looking at him.
All right, I'll tell him.
Brook's girl
is gonna pay back Shiloh.
Go ahead and
pour yourself another drink.
[door slams]
[Brook] This was not the way
I envisioned this week going.
This was supposed to be our time
to get to know each other.
And instead,
I feel like you have this
misconception of who I am.
You know, I lied to you
and broke your trust.
But I'm giving you my word,
in this very moment right now.
I'm going to be the man
you deserve from now on.
Portia. I love you.
Brook. I love you too.
I know that it's been
a really weird few days,
but I can really tell
that we have something special.
["Second Chances"
by Vanessa Graziano plays]
Okay.
Second chance to love
Hey, hey, Portia!
Second chance to live
I'll tell you when you get back.
Not a second chance to give
With the touch of your hand
[car honks]
[tires squealing]
[woman screams]
[bystander 1] Oh, my God.
Is she all right?
-[indistinct chatter]
-[baby crying]
[bystander 2]
Somebody help quickly.
[munching]
[cell phone rings]
[Anthony] Yo!
Goddammit.
I need a goddamn cigarette, man.
I'm serious.
I am fucking jonesin' right now.
I'm fucking jonesin', man.
All right, man, here. Calm down.
Give me, goddamn.
You got a light?
-Yeah, hold on.
-I need a fucking light.
Hold on, man. What's the plan?
Her brother will text me
when the funeral is.
I gotta get to Alabama--
What is the plan with
the Shiloh situation, Brook?
I don't know.
What the fuck's wrong with you,
"I don't know"?
-I mean, I don't fucking know.
-Listen, listen! Brook!
-My brain's foggy right now!
-Listen, goddammit.
I don't care what you've got
going on right now,
how foggy your fucking brain is.
-We need to come up with a--
-[yelps]
-What, man? What, man?
-[groans]
-What?
-My fucking nose burned, dude.
-You all right?
-The fucking cigarette.
-You all right?
-Is it bleeding?
No, it ain't fucking bleeding,
you fucking idiot.
-You sure it ain't bleeding?
-I'm sure it ain't bleeding.
-Goddamn.
-Fuck!
Listen, you need to hear
what I have to say.
No, man.
You don't fucking get it, Unc.
Fucking girl loved me, man.
And now she's fucking dead, man.
-She ain't ever coming back.
-Brook, that is enough
of that bullshit right there!
This is your fucking mess.
If you want me
to help clean it up,
I need you to get
your head out your ass!
Goddamn, man. Okay.
Are you done acting like
a stupid fucking idiot, Brook?
Yeah.
[sighs]
We need to figure out
how to come up with this money.
[country ballad
playing in background]
I never thought
I'd stand here
Look you in the eye
-A hundred bucks.
-[chuckles] No, dude.
Kenny Chesney signed
this guitar, man.
It's worth more than a hundred.
Without a certificate
of authenticity,
his signature is worth zero.
You don't need
a certificate, man.
I watched Kenny Chesney
-sign this guitar.
-A hundred bucks.
[sighs] All right,
I'm gonna level with you, man.
This is me,
mano e mano , all right?
My girlfriend
just got hit by a car.
She's dead.
You've got to help me out, man.
-Best I can do is 100 bucks.
-God!
[car door slams]
[exhales deeply]
How'd it go?
He gave me a hundred bucks.
You tell him
Kenny Chesney signed it?
Yes, I told him
Kenny Chesney signed it, man.
He said we needed
a fucking certificate.
I told you
you should have listened to me.
-Can you just fucking write it?
-You got the better handwriting.
I can barely write, man.
-Fuck, man, I'm--
-Look, man.
-Hold on, hold on.
-I'm shaking and shit.
We need a silver marker.
Look, they're using
a silver marker there, man.
Why you using a black marker?
[groans] Do we have
a silver marker?
Well, we just have to sell
some more of your shit.
Like what, man?
I ain't got nothing.
I dunno, clothes,
food stamps, whatever.
They quit sending me food stamps
when I got the job at the mill.
I ain't got no more.
You ain't worked there in over--
It's what I get for trying to do
something nice for somebody.
Morning.
You want some coffee
or anything?
I'm good.
Still pretty tore up
about her, huh?
-Yeah.
-I'm sorry, man.
Losing somebody you care about
like that, I--
-I can't even imagine.
-Fucking sucks, man.
Look, I know
her dad wasn't rich, but...
I mean, she was still gonna get
a pretty good inheritance.
And she was gonna give me
like 12 grand,
so I'm thinking
she was probably--
Brook, I wasn't talking
about money.
I was talking about
losing somebody
you genuinely care about.
You did care about her,
didn't you?
What do you mean, man?
Of course I did.
You don't believe me?
Dude, she told me
right before she--
Good, y'all are already up.
[Anthony clears throat]
Come up with a plan?
No, not yet.
Yeah, I didn't think so.
That's okay, though,
'cause I did.
All right, check it out.
Calhoun County plays Clarksville
tomorrow, all right?
[Lorenzo chuckles]
Oh, I'm sorry,
did I miss something?
You never learn, do you?
Learn what? You're the reason
we're in this shit right now.
-Or we'd be sitting pretty.
-So I'm the reason
we took out the loan
from Shiloh.
Let me tell you something,
you stupid fucking--
Save it.
I was just leaving.
[door closes]
I'm gonna have to whoop his ass.
No, don't. Just tell me
about your plan, man.
-Just--
-All right, so...
Calhoun County plays Clarksville
tomorrow night, all right?
Now, Clarksville ain't played
worth a shit all year,
so everyone knows Calhoun County
is gonna whoop their ass.
Now, here's a test.
What would you do?
What do you mean?
I mean Calhoun County's
supposed to win big, right?
So would you take them to cover,
or would you take Clarksville?
I guess I would take uh,
Calhoun County to cover.
Is that right?
I'm fixing to learn you how
to think outside the box, boy.
Buckle up.
[young man] My legs
are fucking on fire.
I can't run and fucking touch
another pylon.
It don't make no damn sense.
Dude, I was wondering why
those barrels were out
after Coach walked out
the room.
'Cause fucking Wesley walks in
with his damn hat on.
Hey, hey!
-Hey.
-Me?
Yeah. Your name John David?
-Yes, sir.
-Hey, come on over here.
I wanna holler at you
for a minute.
Hey, don't do it, John David.
He's probably one of them there
child molesters.
-No, ain't nothing like that.
-I got your picture, mister.
I'll report your ass
to the police.
Look, y'all,
I ain't no child molester.
Done told you.
What's wrong with you people?
I'm serious.
My daddy knows the sheriff.
I'll report your ass.
I ain't
no child molester, goddammit!
Look, I just wanna talk
to you for a minute.
What'd you wanna talk about?
I wanna talk about football.
What the hell
do you know about football?
You ever heard
of Anthony McGill?
Anthony McGill?
Anthony McGill,
starting quarterback,
1998, Calhoun County Bulldog.
You ever heard of him?
State runners-up, man.
No.
Well, hell. That-- that's me.
[young man] 1998?
Man, this guy's old as shit.
Look, let's get out
of here, John.
Oh, hey, hold on now. Hold on.
Y'all like cold beer?
I'm going to cut
to the chase, JD.
I've been keeping up
with you this season.
You've been kicking some ass.
Some serious ass.
Well, I appreciate it, sir.
The biggest reason
y'all are undefeated
is 'cause of you, man.
You're the quarterback,
you know?
You're the leader of the team
to the heart, right?
-Yes, sir.
-Yeah.
Yeah.
When do, uh...
When do playoffs start?
Well, we've got two more
regular season games.
-Then we'll be in postseason.
-Oh, all right.
Well, make sure
you're ready, man.
Playoffs are the only thing
people remember.
You know that, right?
-Yeah. Yes, sir.
-Right. Yeah.
Which brings me
to my next point.
I need you to throw
Friday night's game.
[coughs]
Do what?
I need you to lose
the game Friday,
have at least one turnover,
and not score a touchdown.
Think you can handle that?
Um, this is getting
kind of weird, sir.
-I think, um--
-Hold on, hold on, mate.
Just think about it
for a second.
Why would I lose on purpose?
-'Cause I'ma pay you.
-John David, you all right?
Buckshot, you shut the fuck up,
you son of a bitch.
We had a deal, man.
You sip your beer,
you shut the fuck up.
I'm talking to JD.
Motherfucker, I swear to God.
Oh, fuck.
How much?
-A hundred bucks.
-A hundred bucks, man?
-Yeah, a hundred bucks.
-You must be out of your mind.
Hold on, hold on now.
Hold on, man. Hold on.
Hold on. 200 bucks.
[laughs]
All right, goddammit.
500 hundred bucks. 500 bucks.
-What do you think?
-A thousand.
A thousand bucks?
Yeah, and I want it upfront.
What in the fuck does a kid
need a thousand dollars for?
Take it or leave it.
All right, a thousand bucks,
but I ain't paying you upfront.
-No deal.
-Goddammit. Half upfront, man.
Come on, work with me here.
[takes deep breath]
All right.
If you've got the money...
Ha! If I've got the money.
Son, I got it right here.
Huh? Make sure
you do your part, all right?
-I will.
-All right.
All right.
[tense music]
Jamelia!
Get in the car.
-Daddy, please. Just--
-Get in the goddamn car!
-Chill out.
-Oh, no, no, no.
-The fuck you say?
-[Jamelia] Please listen.
It's fine.
It's fine. Listen to me.
Now. Car.
-Now!
-It's cool, man.
You mind your fucking business.
I got something for your ass.
[tense music continues]
Fucker.
What's wrong with you? Car!
[melancholic music]
[vehicles whooshing]
[insects chirping]
[water rippling]
[Brook] Fishing's always seemed
so weird to me, man. Like...
Just, like, I get people
had to do it for food
back in the day, but, I mean,
we can go to the grocery store,
why the fuck do people fish?
Like, sport, hobby?
I mean, that's just...
kind of dumb.
Especially dumbasses that brag
about being good at fishing.
Like, what even makes
a good fisherman, you know?
There's no skill involved.
It's just... put bait on a hook,
you throw it in the water,
and it's up to the fish
to bite it, you know?
It's not even
nothing you do, so.
[Brook chuckles]
Like, here are
these dumb creatures.
You know, scientists have proven
these fish cannot even think,
you know?
And then all of a sudden,
there's food in front of 'em.
It's like, they're gonna
bite it, you know what I mean?
'Cause, like, why wouldn't they,
you know?
They ain't got nothin' to lose.
And even if they did, you know,
-they're too stupid to realize.
-Brook.
Shut the fuck up.
[upbeat marching band]
[coach] C'mon, everybody.
Bring it in.
[Brook] I'm fucking cold
right now.
You're gonna warm up fast, boy.
Till you see what I got cooking.
Which one is he, man?
There's so many fucking kids.
It's that one-- that one right--
the-- Number 2, JD. That's him.
[commentator] Ladies and
gentlemen, give it up
for the Calhoun County
Bulldog Band.
[audience cheering]
[crickets chirping]
[knocking on door]
[tense music]
[tense music continues]
Oh, my God.
Come here, come here,
come here, come here.
[commentator] Kickoff
is returned to midfield.
Calhoun County will take
the possession first,
led by their
senior quarterback,
John David Smith.
[Brook] Here he comes.
You said you talked to him?
Yeah, man, talked to him.
Talked to him earlier.
-Him and his stupid buddy.
-[John David] Ready, set, hut!
[grunting]
-[player 1] Shit!
-[commentator] Fumbled.
That's it, man.
That's one turnover.
-So what--
-One turnover.
As long as he don't make
a touchdown
and they lose, man, that's it.
-[Brook] That's it?
-[Anthony] That's the parlay.
Holy shit, dude,
that's so fucking easy.
[commentator]
He looks to have been
shaken up on the play.
It appears to be quarterback
John David Smith.
Oh, shit, they're having
to help him up, man.
Oh, shit, they fucked him up
on that one.
His teammates
are gonna help him
-to the sideline.
-No.
Clarksville offense will have
their first look on the field.
[Lorenzo] Come on.
Just sit down.
[Jamelia breathes shakily]
Here, you okay?
-[sniffles and sobs]
-[whispers] I'm right here.
Hey, just for a second.
Just for a second.
-Just for a second.
-It's fine, it's fine.
[sniffles]
Did he do this?
One, two, three, Bulldogs!
[commentator] With ten minutes
left in the first quarter,
Calhoun County
will take the field
for their second position
in the game.
-He's not coming back in, huh?
-Holy shit.
-What the fuck does that mean?
-You know what it means?
-What?
-It means they can't score.
That means we only need
one more thing.
We need Calhoun County to lose
and we'll be fuckin' in, boy.
[grunting]
[commentator] Four yard gain.
Second down
for the Bulldog offense.
Lorenzo, please.
Please just calm down.
I just--
I didn't wanna tell you.
-[glass shatters]
-[Lorenzo] Fuck!
Lorenzo, please!
[crowd cheering]
[commentator] Ruling on
the field is incomplete.
That'll bring up
a huge third down
for this Calhoun County offense
with nine seconds
left in the game.
Oh, fuck, here we go,
here we go, here we go.
[player 2] And hut!
[grunting]
[commentator]
Pass is deep. And...
-[referee blows whistle]
-[Brook] Oh, goddammit, man.
How do you fucking do this
every weekend?
[Anthony chuckles]
You gotta have balls of steel,
just like me.
It's a fucking rush, man.
[commentator] We have
a timeout by Calhoun County.
It's their third
and final timeout.
[crowd cheering]
[referee whistles]
[crowd cheering]
Why the fuck
is he going back in?
It's all right, man. He knows
the plan, so we're still good.
-We're still good, he knows.
-Goddamn.
I talked to him for 30 minutes.
I'm telling you. Kid's solid.
I didn't wanna tell you.
No, no, no, no.
I shouldn't have done that.
I shouldn't have done that.
I'm so sorry.
I need you to be calm, okay?
[takes deep breath]
As soon as you get home,
pack everything you own.
We're leaving tomorrow.
I can't.
I'm not going to let someone
hurt you like that ever.
Ever again.
Okay.
[commentator] It'll all
come down to this.
One final play
from the Bulldogs.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
[player 3] And hut!
[grunting]
[commentator] John David Smith
looks downfield.
No time remaining.
Pass is in the air.
And it is...
Caught! For a touchdown.
[crowd cheering]
[commentator]
A 39-yard strike.
John David Smith
to Jordan Claypool.
And that will seal the deal
as the Bulldogs are able
to pull off the victory.
And by the skin of their teeth,
the Bulldogs remain
undefeated on the season.
The Bulldogs will be going
on the road next week
to face the Panthers
of Sopchoppy.
Tonight's final score:
Bulldogs 12, Clarksville 10.
[melancholy music]
[crickets chirping]
You wanna go beat his ass?
Take our money back?
It's fucking bullshit, man.
Fucking bullshit.
I mean, we did every goddamn
thing we was supposed to do,
and still, everybody else found
a way to fuck it up for us, man.
No, they didn't, man.
This is our fault.
Our fault?
How the fuck
is it our fault, man?
Portia lying,
the fucking kid lying,
Lorenzo not showing up,
this is clearly not
our fucking fault, man.
This is not our fucking fault.
Lorenzo tried to warn us, man.
If we'd listened,
right now we'd be fine.
This was on us.
You fucking hear yourself
right now?
This ain't on us, man.
-Brook-- Just shut up.
-We didn't do nothing wrong.
-Just shut up.
-We did everything
-we was supposed to.
-Brook, shut the fuck up!
All right.
Just get in the truck, man.
Come on, come on.
[melancholy music continues]
[railroad crossing bells ring]
[Brook]
Whose fucking car is that, man?
[crickets chirping]
Looks like Lorenzo's girl.
Since when
does Lorenzo have a girl?
Why don't you get out
so I can get going?
Where are you going?
[sighs]
Gonna go face the music.
Tonight? What the fuck
are you gonna do that for, man?
Just wait till tomorrow.
We'll figure this shit out.
Brook.
I wanted to be destined
for something good, but...
I always felt like my fate
was to be a complete fuck-up.
[sighs] But, you know,
that ain't what life's about.
Life ain't defined
by circumstances.
Life's defined by how you react
to those circumstances.
You know, the decisions
that you make and...
What makes a good man
is having the ability
to take responsibility
for those actions.
Even if you are
a complete fuck-up.
You want me to, um...
You want me to--
I want you to get out
of the truck, Brook.
Go on.
[car door shuts]
[engine starts, whirs]
[emotional music]
[engine revs]
[train honks horn]
[owl hoots]
[man 1] Money in the bag
right here.
This is easy money.
[man 2] Man, man, I don't--
I had 30 on one for the game.
[Shiloh] Easy money, you say.
[man 2] Well, I got a spread
on the motherfucker now.
We can dub their ass.
Boy, let's go.
-[Shiloh chuckles] Oh, yeah?
-[man 2] Dubs, baby. Let's go.
[man 1] Shit. Look who
the fucking wind blew in.
You got my money?
I do not.
Then I guess
you better have a seat.
[tense music]
So when you plan
on paying me back?
-Next Friday.
-[Shiloh] Next Friday.
You still gamble?
That's why you ain't got
my money, ain't it?
You gambled it all away, right?
You know what?
I'm feeling generous as hell.
Let's play spades.
You and Paul versus me and Raj.
And if you win,
I'll give you one more week.
I think I'm all right.
Here I am,
trying to help this man out.
And all of a sudden, he's afraid
to do a little bit of gambling.
I ain't scared.
I just play real poker.
Not whatever the hell it is
y'all playing over there.
All right.
Dealer's choice.
[tense music]
Five-card draw.
[tense music continues]
[tense music continues]
Full house beats a flush.
[Shiloh] Where the fuck
you think you're going?
We ain't done yet.
[knocks on door]
Where's Unc?
He went to see Shiloh.
You fucking hit her?
What? No.
What's wrong with you?
-What happened to her face?
-How did y'all get the money?
Dude, we didn't get
the fucking money, man.
-The kid didn't throw the game.
-Wait, wait, wait.
If y'all didn't get the money,
then why did he go see Shiloh?
Something about
facing the music.
Dude, I don't-- Unc sounded
out of his fucking mind, man.
Why the hell
aren't you with him?
I do not fuck around
about my baby girl.
I wanna know
why you thought it was okay
to try to hook
your punk-ass nephew up
-with my daughter.
-It got nothing to do with me.
And you expect for me
to believe that shit?
I've dealt with
every motherfucker in this town.
But it's always you.
I've worked my ass off
to get where I am.
I've built all of this
from nothing.
I'm no different than any
of these other motherfuckers.
But you don't treat no one else
the way you treat me.
Why is that, Anthony?
You know what I think?
I think it kills you
to see a black man winning.
Goddamn, man,
it got nothing to do with it.
Is that right?
Aye, yo, Raj.
[Raj] Yo.
You remember four years ago
when I took
this motherfucker's money?
Shit. Yeah, I remember.
Right before
he threw that first punch,
what was it he said again?
I don't know, I can't recall.
I was on the horn.
So, Anthony, tell us.
What's it you said?
I called you
a stupid fucking idiot.
No. No.
Now, listen.
This is gonna go
one of two ways.
You're gonna admit and apologize
and get me my fucking money
before next week.
Or we're gonna fuck you up.
All of us.
Tell them what you called me.
That night...
I called you...
I called you
a stupid fucking idiot
-and then I whooped your ass--
-You know you ain't beat my ass!
-You know why I can't stand you?
-Tell them the truth.
You're a sore fucking loser.
For four years,
you've lied about what I said,
all because you think it somehow
erases the fact that you lost.
I never lost!
I ain't the one who gotta
lie to prove anything!
You won't tell them
what you said.
You won't admit you sent
your nephew after my daughter.
Hell, you won't even admit
you fumbled the fucking ball.
Goddamn, Shiloh.
What if I did fumble
the football?
-Does that change anything?
-You goddamn right.
All right, what does it change?
It changes the fact
that you lost us the game,
-not me!
-All right, yeah.
What does that change?
'Cause I would already know,
so it don't change nothing
for me.
If you go up in
the high school gym right now,
there'd still be
a 1998 MVP plaque
with my name on it.
That ain't gonna change.
You go on and tell someone
that Shiloh didn't fumble
the football
in the 1998 state championship.
You know what they're gonna say?
They're gonna say...
"Who?"
[tense music in crescendo]
[slow dramatic music]
Shiloh, what the fuck?
What did you just do?
What did you do, Shiloh?
What the fuck, man?
[high-pitched ringing]
[birds chirping]
[clattering]
Lorenzo, have you seen Unc?
Where are you going?
I'm leaving.
For how long?
For good.
Oh, no, no, no,
no, no, no. Hold on.
[dialing numbers]
[Lorenzo]
Who are you calling?
Have you told him
you're leaving?
-Not yet.
-Goddammit, man.
Pick up the fucking phone, Unc!
[phone rings]
Brook.
Where's Unc?
Fuck you, rednecks.
[bell dings]
[Dave] County says
I can't serve until 10:00.
Not my rules.
Was Unc in here last night?
No.
Hey, Brook.
Everything all right?
[bell dings]
[cell phone rings]
-Yeah.
- Talked to Dave.
Unc wasn't here last night.
Fuck. That's not good, man.
Did you check
the hardware store?
Yeah, no sign of him there.
What about the grocery store?
You think he's there?
They would've been closed
last night.
He coulda went this morning.
I don't-- I don't know.
Yeah, it's worth a shot.
I'll head there now.
[muffled screaming]
[Brook] Where the fuck am I?
What the fuck is this?
Goddammit, man! What the fuck?
Oh, fuck, man.
Fuck. No, no, no!
[muffled screaming]
-Shut up.
-[grunts]
[Paul] It's time to pay up,
motherfucker.
-[Shiloh] Two weeks.
-Shut up, bitch.
I gave you two weeks.
But you ain't fucking listen!
You think
we're fuckin' playing, huh?
Oh, you got
something you wanna say?
[muffled groans]
[muffled groaning echoes]
I'm gonna get
your fucking money.
I'm gonna get
your fucking money.
And you're gonna get it to me
by next Friday?
-Yes.
-Are you fucking sure?
[strained] I swear
to fucking God,
I'm gonna get
your fucking money.
All right then.
I'll be seeing you then.
[breathing heavily]
[coughs, spits]
Hey. Hey!
Where's my uncle, man?
[panting]
[coughs]
[engine whirring]
[Lorenzo] You uh...
You heard from Unc?
[gags]
[breathes shakily]
We gotta call the law.
What the fuck
are they gonna do, man?
They already know
the shit Shiloh does--
That hardly compares
to a fucking murder, Brook.
What are you gonna do,
go to the law?
We ain't got
no fucking evidence.
How you going
if we got no proof?
They'll know
when they take one look at you.
They'll know what?
That he beat my ass?
What's that, a month in county?
I'm gonna kill
that motherfucker.
Shut the fuck up, Brook.
I'm serious.
I'm gonna kill him.
Shut the fuck up!
That's all
it ever is with you, man!
You put yourself in this hole,
then you dig the motherfucker
deeper and deeper
until somebody else
has to pull you out of it.
If you don't wanna go
to the law, fine!
But you're on your own.
What are you gonna do?
You gonna run off
with that girl?
Like a coward?
Call me a coward again.
-Fucking coward.
-Call me a fucking coward again!
[panting]
You don't think
he's gonna hunt you down?
You saw what he did
to his own daughter.
What the fuck you think
he's gonna do to you?
[door shuts]
[engine starts, whirs]
[suspenseful music]
[suspenseful music continues]
[door shuts]
[engine starts, whirs]
[engine revs]
[vehicles whoosh]
[suspenseful music continues]
[engine rumbling]
[crickets chirping]
[vehicles whooshing]
[tense music]
[crickets chirping]
[leaves rustle]
[door creaks]
[lock clinks]
[Shiloh] What the fuck
you doing?
[dramatic music]
The fuck you gonna do with that?
What's wrong?
[dramatic musical buildup]
You think I'm scared of you?
Who the fuck you think
you supposed to be?
Now the only thing
that you gonna do
is get me my goddamn money!
[Brook coughs]
[Shiloh] Get up.
[coughs]
Get the fuck outta here.
[dramatic music continues]
[thud in distance]
[footsteps approaching]
[door opens]
[door squeaks]
[water running]
["The Clock" by Thomas Hendon
and Brian Daste plays]
Sway like the trees
in an autumn breeze
You are the leaves
And I am the sun
[fire crackles]
And I am the sun
[water running]
Together we exist
in this place
We're running a race
Against time alone
[fire crackling]
Against time alone
How long can we go on
in this routine?
How long can we do
the exact same thing?
No one knows
No one knows
But one moment we're here
I'm sorry, man.
And the next we're gone
And the next we're gone
And the next we're gone
Still the clock ticks on
But one moment we're here
And the next we're gone
And the next we're gone
[birds chirping]
[tranquil guitar music]
[tractor whirring]
[man] Let's go, slick.
Let me get another one.
Anthony?
Ah shit, Brook.
I like to have not even
recognized you.
How you been, man?
You see it, man. You see it.
Didn't you used to have
longer hair?
Uh-uh.
Uh, there's something different
about you.
I got some work done
to my nose, man.
I used to--
used to have a bigger nose.
No, that ain't it.
It'll come to me, though.
I'm glad
to see you doing good, bud.
[indistinct background chatter]
["Yesterday Don't Matter"
by Bill Burnett and Geoff Levin]
Been there before
It's a long, long road
A road
that leads to nowhere
You learn to lie,
you learn to steal
That'll all
just turn to dust
Yesterday don't matter
You got a clean slate anyway
Yesterday don't matter
And the future that you want
It's about what you do today
Not always blood
But we're family here
It's time you learn to trust
Yesterday don't matter
You got a clean slate anyway
Yesterday don't matter
And the future that you want
It's about what you do today