Cole (2009) Movie Script

When they laid you down
In a wooden box
With lonesome thoughts
Down in the graveyard
When you came 'round
Inside the pitch black
Of your coffin in the ground
You let your ghost
Leak through the earth above
Your grave and coast around
To find your love
That you left behind
Inside of this old town
Welcome to Lytton,
Gold Rush country.
Population 350.
My home for 20 years, 2 months,
7 days, and counting.
When the gold rush came through
here, this place was booming.
Some people settled down
and never left.
Citizens of Lytton
were promised a stop light
when the town
exceeded 1,000 people.
That was 57 years ago.
We're still waiting.
Let's go, man!
- Whoo!
- Whoo-hoo!
Let's go
To Saturday night
and shittin' in Lytton.
Yeah, cheers.
Want another beer?
So, did you hear anything yet
about that summer class
with the writer dude?
Still wait-listed.
I don't think I'm gonna get in.
Hey, baby.
Georgie, uh,
brought some nitrous.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
Oh, shit.
Let's go pop some whippits.
- Yeah.
- Whippits, Cole?
No, no.
I'm gonna pass, buddy.
All right, whatever floats
your boat, bud.
Let's go, Cole.
Let's go, Frogger.
- Frogger! Frogger!
- Help!
What's going on?
What the hell?
- Baby!
- Hey, Frogger.
Come on, come on.
Are you okay?
Is he okay?
Somebody call
a fucking ambulance!
What the fuck?!
Hey, come on.
Buddy, come on.
Open your eyes.
Can you hear me?
Come on!
Wake up, wake up, wake up.
- Babe!
- Come on.
- Holy fuck!
- What happened?
You dropped.
You dropped.
Are you okay?
I saw stars.
Holy--holy fuck.
Let me up.
Let's go.
Where's my beer?
Let's go.
Holy shit.
Look at you go.
Hung over, little brother?
Just a little.
River party?
What's the matter?
You jealous?
Careful with that.
Pour me a glass, too, yeah?
Good morning, sweet cheeks.
It was fun this morning.
Mm-hmm. Hmm?
You gonna butter my toast?
Guess what I got here, May?
Car-wash-investment information.
Gonna make us a fortune.
What do you want with
a f-u-c-k-i-n' car wash, Bobby?
We don't have money for that.
Well, don't you want to get
out of this piece-of-shit house
into a place we call our own?
What'd I tell you
about grabbin', boy?
Can you pass me Mom's?
Here we go.
There you go.
May, I'm gonna take
a day tomorrow.
- Hmm?
- I gotta drive to the city.
- Why?
- My class--it's tomorrow.
I got in.
You got to be crazy, Cole.
- It's a three-hour drive.
- Yeah, I know how far it is.
Three hours there,
three fuckin' hours back.
I know how far it is.
Well, we're running
a family business here.
We need your help.
- Open up the station--
- May.
Go open up the station.
- Fuck you.
- Hey.
You see, May?
That's why we need a car wash.
With all the extra cash
coming in,
we can buy ourselves
a robot Cole.
Just shut up, Bobby.
Get the baby.
Hey, hey.
Can you go open up
the station?
You want to go open up
the station with Daddy?
You want to go ring the bell?
Let's go ring the bell.
Let's go ring the bell.
Come on.
Are you mad at me?
No, buddy, I'm not mad at you.
Then why'd you swear?
I don't know.
Mom said never to swear,
not ever.
You know, your mom's
a smart lady, Rocket.
But one day when you're older,
you'll realize that sometimes,
it's okay to swear.
Like when?
Like when you're really,
really mad,
it's better to swear
than to do something worse.
- Like hit somebody?
- Yeah.
So I'm just gonna hit
this golf ball instead.
Okay, here, you try.
What was that?
I have a vagina!
What did you just say?
It's what Bobby said
when he slammed the door.
Okay, you know what?
You should never do
what Bobby does.
Just trust me, okay?
I am the ball.
Got it.
No, you're not the ball.
You said "I am the ball."
- Eye on the ball.
- Okay, fine.
That's in.
I saw it splash!
I so saw it splash!
"It was a game he played,
running into the road,
knowing that
she would come for him.
He loved the sounds
of the approaching trucks,
sounds of unknown places."
You paying for that gas?
I'll be back later.
All the flowers fade
And all the stars pale
As this bitter beauty
Grabs you by the tail
How long will you hesitate?
Halfway up the trail
Yes, it's dark in the trees
And some wounds never heal
And you're dreamin'
With eyes wide open
Your heart has spoken
For the first time
All the gun-for-hire poets
Who try to sing so loud
Just to drown out the roar
As the bombs hit the ground
And the band
Is whistling "Dixie"
For its sentimental sake
Yeah, that's the sound
And the fury
Of this new dark day
And you're dreamin'
With eyes wide open
Your heart has spoken
For the first time...
Alright, I'm Dr. John Jackson.
And this is Creative Writing:
The Short Story.
Now, for most of y'all,
this is gonna be
the first college class
of your lifetime.
- Y'all?
- Yeah--yeah.
It's a contraction of "you"
and "all"--y'all.
I was speaking colloquially,
Miss, uh --
Serafina Church.
Do you mind
if I speak colloquially,
Miss Church, hmm?
No, not to be rude,
Mr. Jackson,
but I was expecting that someone
of your literary success
would be more careful
with his diction.
Well, I'm embracing
my Southern heritage, okay?
Well, so does Maya Angelou,
but you don't hear her talking
like she's on a plantation.
Are you sure
you've got the right class?
I think Debate 101
is down the hall, hm?
- I'm sure.
- Okay.
Well, if you'd kindly
keep your ideas fresh
for your short story,
because four students,
next week,
are gonna bring their stories in
to be read to the class.
And just to be
completely unfair,
we're gonna start at the top
of the alphabet and work down.
So that means Alison Anderson,
Nathan Benn, Cole Chambers,
and Miss Serafina Church
will bring your stories
and read them
to the class aloud.
Now, on to bigger
and brighter things.
You can't be a writer
unless you read,
so there's a reading list
associated with this course.
I told you to watch
the popcorn.
Now it's all fuckin' charcoaled.
I like it charcoaled.
How can you--
How can you eat this shit?
I mean, it's--
it's fuckin' unedible.
That's the way I like it.
Dark and burnt,
just like the, uh, reminder
in the front yard?
You don't mean that.
I don't?
Because I love you.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
When I get that car wash,
I'm gonna marry you, Maybelline.
- Yeah?
- Uh-huh.
- Hey, are you nervous?
- Excuse me?
Are you nervous
about bringing in a story,
having to read it aloud
to the whole class?
- Not really.
- Oh.
Well, I tell you what, I'm just
about shittin' my pants.
I mean, not--not really...
Uh, I'm Cole.
You're Serafina.
I got to go.
Well, I think it could...
Yeah, okay.
Um, hey, I'll see you next week.
I'll be the guy, you know,
shitting his pants.
Way, way down
My family tree
Lives a young gunslinger
Named Wild Bill
He was a big, strong...
How'd you feel after Saturday?
Like I got run over by a truck.
- You scared me, man.
- Whatever.
Don't give me that crap.
You got to be more careful, man.
No, I'm a grown-ass
homeowner now.
I don't need you
to take care of me, Dad.
I was just scared, all right?
If you want to kill yourself,
you know,
I can find a new best friend
to drink beers with
in this beautiful yard.
- Just--
- Beautiful, huh?
- Beautiful. I love it.
- Good luck.
You can't hold your liquor
and you're ugly as shit.
- Hmm.
- The only reason
I hang out with you
is 'cause no one else will.
- Mm.
- I can't believe it.
I finally move out of Granny's,
and what do I do?
Buy a house in Lytton.
- So...
- Hmm?
- You got in that class, huh?
- Yep, I got in that class.
Well, you promise me,
in 20 years, you come visit me
and my brood of nine kids
and trash-talkin' wife...
- Nine kids?
- You can take me for a ride in your Mercedes.
Oh, no, no.
It's not gonna be like that.
You wanna bet?
Yeah, it's gonna be
a DeLorean.
- A DeLorean?
- A DeLorean.
Alright, then.
Cheers to that.
- Nine kids? Nine kids.
- Yeah.
- Nine kids.
- Better get started on that.
"He stood frozen
in the road,
the lights of the truck
growing larger.
His mother's voice
called out to him,
penetrating the darkness,
but he didn't move.
Somehow, he couldn't.
All he remembered was the moment
she pushed him to safety,
the moment she took his place,
the moment of impact.
The boy stared down
at the woman,
sprawled at an impossible angle
on the concrete,
waiting for her eyes to open
and tell him everything
was gonna be okay.
"And he waited.
And he waited."
Um, that's--that's the end.
Okay, Cole.
Good work.
Unfortunately, we're just
about out of time,
so we can't critique it.
"'In the Looking Glass.'
The old folks had always reacted
strangely to her.
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah, like,
four flats of the cola.
Rocket, stop it.
And, uh, two--
two flats of water.
That will be great.
Okay, great. Thursday.
Alright. Bye.
Um, thanks.
Stop it!
Rocket, stop it!
Uh, it's $3.30.
From $20.
I don't have any bills left.
There you go.
Yeah, just hold on.
Jesus, Rocket!
Sit down!
Just sit--sit--
sit on this stool right now!
Bobby, get Mary Kay!
Sit on the stool!
Come here.
Come here!
Come here!
"The little girl now stared
at the black-and-white
photograph in disbelief.
That was her, dark-skinned,
right in between
the two pale-skinned kids.
For the first time in her life,
she saw who she was."
Okay, everybody.
Good work.
Uh, remember, bring me your hard
copies of your stories, okay?
I got to give you your marks.
Miss Church, if you could
just stay behind
for a couple minutes,
I'd just like to talk to you
for a sec, if I can.
That was, uh,
very interesting, yeah.
- Chambers.
- Yes?
Did you like
Miss Church's story?
- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.
Yeah, I liked it.
- Except...
- Except what?
You are a bad liar, Chambers.
Go on, get out of here.
Good work, Cole.
Keep writing.
Now, Miss Church, uh, let's --
let's talk about your story
and influences and stuff.
Where--where did you
get the idea for that?
- Hey, did you get in trouble?
- Yeah. How'd you know?
Uh, your story was kind
of the same as a--a chapter
in "Their Eyes
Were Watching God."
a really great book.
- I know.
- But I really liked
how you sort of made it
your own, you know?
Jackson didn't.
Yeah, well,
who cares what he thinks?
It's not as if he's a great
writer or anything, right?
- Right.
- So, Hurston was
a--a really strong feminist
writer way before her time.
You've read
Zora Neale Hurston?
I think she's right up there
with Faulkner
and Hemingway.
But underappreciated
because she's a Black woman?
Maybe this whole
creative-writing thing
was a waste of time.
I just got stuck,
you know?
Do you get stuck?
Next thing I know,
I've got a story
that's practically written
by Zora Neale Hurston.
- I mean--
- Well, don't worry.
It happens to me all the time.
- Yeah?
- No.
So, why are you
taking this class?
Um, it's something I've always
wanted to do
and never thought I could.
I'm a fan of DeLoreans myself.
Can I ask you something?
- Sure.
- Okay.
And don't take this
the wrong way.
Oh, okay.
Would you help me?
- How?
- With the class.
You mean be, like,
your study buddy?
Sure, study buddy.
Saturday afternoon,
here on campus?
I don't know.
Come on.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Thank you.
Oh, and Cole?
I really liked your story.
Why do you think there aren't
any Black drivers?
I mean, they got the women
in it now.
I suppose that renders Rocket
useless, eh, May?
I guess we're gonna have to get
baby Mary Kay her learner's.
Damn, she is pissed at you,
ditching work like that.
Hell, if I'd have done
something like that,
I would have been
punched through the wall.
Leaving your family
in the lurch.
May, if you've got something
to say to me,
then say it to my face, okay?
I'm taking time off
to take this class.
You have responsibilities
here, Cole.
Give my shifts to Bobby.
I already gave Bobby
next week off
to work on his business plan.
His business plan?
A car wash in Lytton?
You've got to be kidding me.
It's my research week.
Fuck your research week!
At least he's looking out
for our best interest,
not driving three fucking hours
to some
holier-than-shit university.
I'm gonna take this class,
and I'm gonna keep on taking it,
and I don't give
a shit what you say.
Hey! Don't talk to your sister
like that.
I quit.
You walk out that door,
we're not gonna let you back in.
Bye, Cole.
This is ridiculous.
Stop being so selfish, Cole.
I've done everything
for this family, May.
What about everything that
this family has done for you?
You are not the only one
who has sacrificed.
What has your sacrificing
got you?
Oh, that's right.
You got a redneck boyfriend
and two kids.
Hey, Mom.
I love you.
You going to Mars, buddy?
I guess it's warmer there, huh?
See, uh, Rocket,
I'm not gonna live here anymore.
I just--I just can't.
I--I can't.
I don't want you to go.
I'm just moving up the road
with Frogger, right over there.
You can come over and watch
cartoons anytime you want.
This piece of paper
has got my number on it.
It's top secret.
You don't tell anybody.
Put it in your pocket,
don't lose it.
- Okay.
- Okay?
Alright, come help me
load my truck.
Let's go, buddy.
I brought the rocket
with me.
Well, we'll put it
down here for now.
Oh, look how high you jumped.
Go sit over there
and help me move all this stuff.
I want to go with you.
You got to stay here
with your mom.
She needs you.
You don't want to be
around nobody with no values.
He's a bad influence.
Aren't you, Cole?
Now get in the house,
you big baby.
Whatever you say, big man.
Come on!
- It's not working?
- No, it's not working.
- What about this?
- What? Is it plugged in?
What the hell are you doing?
Breaking ground
for the car wash, baby.
Jesus Christ, Bobby.
We don't even have a loan yet.
You know how much this
is gonna cost, right?
Yeah, 20 grand.
And you know what we need
to do to get that loan.
No, I thought
you were getting that.
- Jesus Christ, Bobby.
- Wait! Hey!
- Whoa!
- This is your thing.
You said you were gonna write
the business plan.
You said you were gonna handle
all of this.
well, Deebo's got experience
- in construction, all right?
- Yeah?
Then why are you about to drill
above a goddamn fuel tank?!
- To think I had faith in you to build this fuckin' thing!
- Hey!
Wasting our money.
No more.
You bitch.
You can talk back to me
when you're the one
who provides
for this family, okay?
Holy shit.
Dude, that was crazy.
Pick the fuckin' thing up!
That was awesome!
Okay, not to brag or anything,
but I'm just about
the best goddamn lawnmower man
in the Interior!
3, 2...
- Whoo!
- Yeah!
It's about time
you left home, buddy.
I'm proud of you.
I won't even charge you rent
for living with me.
What? Are you serious?
You're not gonna charge me rent?
Just make me some waffles
every once in a while,
okay, sugar tits?
Oh, you love my tits.
Hey, babe.
We're gonna go smoke.
You want to come?
- Mm, uh--
- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.
- I don't--
- Come on.
- No, that's okay. I'm okay.
That's never happened.
- She's a hottie.
- Hey.
I'm gonna take a piece
of the pie tonight.
Georgie, you are the king.
- You are the king.
- Hey, Georgie.
Don't worry about that.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- You all right?
You are a good man.
I bet you do, bud.
You know I'm gonna build
my own car wash?
That's nice.
- Shotgun!
- Okay.
- Fuckin' shotgun, shotgun.
- Okay, kids.
This is how it's done.
Yeah, babe!
Chug, chug, chug, chug,
chug, chug, chug!
Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug,
chug, chug, chug!
Come on. Come on. Come on.
Just put it in there.
Just give it to me.
What the fuck are you doing?
Oh, just trying
to get to know you
a little bit better,
pretty lady.
Well, don't fuckin'
touch me, man.
Smell like flowers.
Yeah? Well, you smell
like rotten teeth.
Now fuck off!
Get the fuck away from me!
Son of a bitch!
Don't fucking touch me!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey!
- Fuck you!
I will fucking kill you!
- Hey.
- He fucking grabbed me!
Yeah, no big--
no big deal, brother.
Just keep your bitch
under control.
- What was that?
- Yeah, she's a slut.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
- I'll right now!
- Bobby, get the fuck out of here!
- All right.
I'll fuckin' drag you
right now, man!
Yeah, this party
sucks ass anyway.
- Yeah.
- Let's get out of here, man.
- Get out of here!
- You fuckin' whore!
- Fuck you!
- Fuckin' prick!
She was asking for it.
She was, like, begging.
She was like, "Bobby, come on!
Give it to me."
- Hey, hey, hey, hey!
- Come on!
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
- I'll fuckin' drag you all!
- It's not worth it.
- It's not worth it.
- Shut your hole!
Come on, come on,
come on, come on.
- Let's go, let's go.
- Get out of here!
Everybody just relax.
You're a fuckin' prick, Bobby!
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
- Alright, man, grab a beer.
- Frogger, you all right, man?
- Listen...
- What happened?
Aah! God!
Fuck, kid!
It's 8:00
in the fuckin' morning!
Hey, don't touch him.
Don't touch him!
I'm not gonna hu--
I'm not gonna hurt him.
What the hell happened
to your hand?
Oh, just some fuckin' bitch
decided she was--
- Hello?
- Cole?
Stay there!
Yeah, Rocket?
- Stay right the fuck--
- What's the matter?
- Can you come over?
- Hey, was it a bad dream?
- Don't touch me!
- Rocket.
Hey, hey, what's going on?
Was it a bad dream?
- No.
- You stay right there, okay?
I'm coming right over.
- Okay.
- Okay, bye.
Come here.
Are you all right?
Stay in the truck, okay?
- Jesus Christ, May.
- It's nothing.
Nothing? I'm gonna kick
the shit out of that asshole.
Look, just go.
Take Rocket.
We're working through it.
- May, if you don't leave him...
- I'm a big girl, Cole.
...he's going. Yeah.
All right.
You ready?
- Oh!
- Hey.
Oh, hey.
- And who's this?
- I'm Rocket.
Hi, Rocket.
I'm Serafina.
- That's pretty.
- Thank you.
Hey, are you and Cole
study buddies, too?
- No.
- No?
He's my nephew.
I hope you don't mind.
I sort of got roped
into babysitting.
No, no.
I just, um--no, he's, uh...
- He's...
- He's my sister's.
I mean, she's not Black.
I mean, her ex is.
Well, he looks like you.
- What?
- I don't think so.
No, I don't think so either.
Let's grab you a book, huh?
Wow, you must have all sorts
of interesting things
to write about, Cole Chambers.
Is that what you always do?
Turn real life into fiction?
Like your, uh,
like your story in class.
I'm sorry. I didn't--
I didn't mean to--
No, no, no.
It's--no, it's fair.
What I usually do is, um,
I take something from my life,
like an event or a memory,
and, um,
I try to turn it into fiction
and then see if I can
formulate it into a story.
- These are my books?
- Yeah, this is the right one.
Pardon me,
but what does this say?
"Definitely beautiful."
- Definitely beautiful.
- Definitely beautiful.
Got it.
- You know what?
- What?
I heard a poem once about
how everybody should know
how to spell
"definitely beautiful."
Do you think
you can spell it for me?
- I can try.
- Okay.
I'm sorry.
Do you--do you have a pen?
- Oh, yeah.
- Try to spell it.
Here you go.
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
Does that make any sense?
Like, I mean, you just write
about what you know?
Yeah, yeah.
I mean, sure.
It's just, you know, nothing
exciting ever happens to me.
Okay, um, I--I don't
really believe that.
You know, Hurston had a life.
Just--just real life
with incredible struggles.
I just live
in this perfect house
in this perfect neighborhood
and have no struggle at all.
You can write about any life.
Just tell the truth.
That's good, but you missed
a couple of letters.
He's having a little bit
of trouble.
Oh, would you like me
to help you?
Yes, please.
Okay, here.
Just to get you started, okay?
Then you have to do
the rest yourself.
- That was pretty good.
- Hey, she's helping you out.
Take a look.
What's really going
On outside?
Where people fall apart
And die
Where someone looks
Into your eyes
And speaks something
That makes you cry
Where someone looks
Right into you
And seems to understand
You true
Where colors turn
To shades of blue
And radiate all over you
Thank you for being
so patient with Rocket.
I know he can be
a bit of a handful.
You're really good with him.
Yeah, we should
do this again sometime.
Next Saturday?
- Okay.
- Okay.
- Come on, come on!
- All right, all right.
I'll race you to the car, okay?
Ready, set, go!
I'll see you in class.
- Okay.
- Bye.
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
It helps to open up
The curtain
Take it in,
The whole damn scene
Take it in,
Dirty and clean
Do not deny
Past problems gone...
Okay, guys.
That was great.
You know?
Have a nice weekend.
Remember what we were
talking about, right?
Authenticity, yeah?
See you tomorrow?
Oh, hey, can you come
and pick me up?
My parents sort of
took away my car.
- Did you write about it?
- No.
Well, not yet.
- See you at 7:00?
- In the morning?
Yeah, in the morning.
- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Bye.
"And I know
she is beautiful forever
and lives in a house far away.
She called my name once.
I didn't even know she knew it."
Bye, sir.
- You have a good weekend.
- You too.
In the morning.
God, I think I'm in love.
Oh, yeah?
It's this girl from class.
Her name is Serafina.
Oh, it sounds fancy.
What else?
A smokin' body, big rack?
She's Black.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
Well, you're following
in your sister's footsteps.
- Nice.
- Shut up.
Yeah, she drives a Mercedes.
- You're shittin' me.
- No.
She--she drives a Mercedes,
I swear.
Fuck. Bitch, just go
fetch me another beer.
You want another beer? What's
the matter with your legs?
Nothing wrong
with my legs.
You want anything else, like
a back rub, sandwich, anything?
How about you get me
a damn beer?
Got your beer.
- Cole, what is this, man?
- It's nothing.
The guy that dies
in your story,
that's me, isn't it?
The night when I passed out
on the beach.
It's just a story, Frogger.
No, that's not
how it happened.
What am I to you?
We've been friends
for how long?
All that time,
you're looking down on me
like I'm some sort
of ignorant redneck?
O Lord, I'm here...
Change the fuckin'
station already!
It's fiction, Frogger.
It's fuckin' bullshit,
I'm collecting your letters
And putting them in a place
That you don't know
And these winter words
Are the next big things
We'll put on a show
So if you leave...
You cannot go
It's your key
I guess I'm not
Some woman's face...
So, um, how do I--
how do I get to the campus
from here?
Oh, we're not going
to the library.
Um, where are--
where are we going?
Oh, my friends are going
to this, uh, great club tonight.
Saying I was with my study buddy
was the only way
I was gonna get
out of the house.
Okay, um, you're gonna--
you're gonna tell me
how to get there, right?
- Uh-huh.
- Okay.
It's kind of a long line, huh?
- Hey, there.
- Hey!
Hey, girl.
Glad you could make it.
- Everyone's inside. Go ahead.
- Cool.
Oh, and, uh, save a dance
for me, yeah?
I'm gonna find you.
Whoa, hey.
I--I'm with Serafina.
Uh, "baby girl."
Clay. Sorry.
He's with me.
Hey, everyone.
This is Cole.
Cole, this is everyone.
Did you want something
to drink?
Uh, yeah.
A vodka-Red Bull.
I'll--I'll be right back.
Hey, can I get, uh,
two vodka-Red Bulls?
Uh, how much for just one?
Yeah, I'm thinking about
writing this screenplay,
so I was thinking maybe you
and I could, you know,
get together
and collaborate a little bit.
- Uh, Clay, this is Cole.
- Oh.
Sorry for taking your seat, man,
but can't pass up a chance
to sit next
to a lady like this, right?
- Nice to meet you.
- Yeah, cool.
Thank you.
You didn't have to do this.
I know, but, you know,
I haven't seen you
in a long time,
and from now on,
we can see each other
a little more often, huh?
Write that screenplay.
There you go.
Does your friend want some?
What's his name?
Mole? Cole, Cole.
I know his name.
- It's a joke.
- It's a good joke.
You want some, Cole?
Can I get another glass
over here, please?
One more glass.
Yeah, all right.
Cheers, everybody.
To new friends.
All right.
They love me
No, I know.
They love me
Booty, booty, booty, booty,
Everybody back-poppin'
Knees jerkin',
Girls workin'
Work it till
Your stomach hurtin'
Don't stop, gotta get it,
Get it
Break it down
Till your body sweatin'
- Hey, do you mind if I cut in?
- Not at all.
Let them know
You worth it
Dust it off and jerk it
Jerk it, jerk it
- Thank you.
- Dust it off and jerk it
- For what?
- Saving me from him.
None of my friends will.
They like the free drinks.
Jerk it, jerk it
-Dust it off and jerk it
- I--I'm not sure how to do this,
so you're gonna have
to teach me.
Just don't grab my ass, okay?
- Hands up here.
- Okay.
Whatchu you know
'bout the bang-bang?
Don'tchu you wanna know?
But you can't stay flow
Relax and take
Off your coat
Show you something
Never seen before
Everybody back-poppin'
Knees jerkin',
Girls workin'
Work it till
Your stomach hurtin'
Cole Chambers?
That's my name.
- You're different.
- Oh.
Guess what.
Um, you've had
too much to drink.
I think you should get inside.
Oh, Dad!
Come on.
All right.
- Will you call me?
- Yes, I--I will call you.
I had a really great time.
I had a great time, too.
- Okay.
- Go, go.
I'm not talking to you.
Oh, you think this is funny?
I'll tell you what's funny,
all right?
I'm gonna hit you in the face!
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah!
I got to pee real bad, man.
Here, come on.
Easy, tiger. Easy.
- Whoa.
- Whoa-ho-ho-ho!
All right, come on.
One leg at a time.
Hey, can you help
a brother out now? Unzip me.
No, no, no, no.
I'm gonna point you
in the right direction.
- Come on.
- Your loss, Chambers.
- Hey, bro.
- Yeah?
Did your sister
ever get ahold of you?
She was calling all night, bro,
raggin' on me.
Rocket and Mary Kay--
they're all right?
- He doesn't touch them.
- I'm sorry.
If you were sorry,
you would have been there.
- Let me see, let me see.
- Don't touch me, Cole.
Just go away.
You want my help or not?
Come on.
Why haven't you left Lytton,
I mean, you're smart.
You could do anything.
Why haven't you left this place?
Things aren't exactly
that simple.
Mom and her accident.
I have Rocket. Dad died.
I met Bobby.
We had Mary Kay.
What about Rocket's dad?
What about him?
What about--tell me about him.
He had his family
in California.
When he found out about Rocket,
he was great.
He even offered to take him.
I don't want Bobby to know this, but...
Tyler sends a check
every month for Rocket.
I put it in a special account
for him.
Are you serious?
That's good.
Why don't you just leave Bobby?
I mean, he doesn't do anything.
Why don't you just
throw him out?
Bobby had it rough
when he was little.
- Yeah, so?
- He wasn't lucky like us.
And you know what?
He is a lot less violent
when you're around.
You're a lot like Dad in that.
You just--you can just
calm everything down.
Let's just sell it.
May, let's just sell it.
We'll put Mom in a home.
It'll be easier on all of us.
It will be easier on you.
No, unh-unh!
Mom and Dad killed
themselves to build this place.
Yeah, but we're not
Mom and Dad.
And, anyway,
I couldn't do that to Mom.
She belongs here.
- Where is Mom?
- Bobby's watching her.
Bobby's watching her?
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Be right back.
What the fuck?!
Oh, you're gonna hit me now.
All righty.
You ready?
Go for it.
Come on.
Come on, Cole.
There it is.
Go for it!
Hit me!
Come on.
What are you waiting for?
No, Cole. No.
No, don't hit him.
Get in the house!
And there comes a time
When you,
When you oughta know
Well, it's stormy outside
So quit
So quit all your runnin'
Are you sure
you want to do this?
Do you ever feel... everyone in the world
is depending on you?
Yeah, that's happened, yeah.
Okay, so, what did you do?
Well, I did
everything wrong.
I spread myself too thin.
Instead of doing one thing
that I could do really well,
I did five things
I didn't even finish.
I lost a book deal.
Lost a couple
of really good friends.
You know, it's like
you get into this thing
where you're trying
to help other people,
and you're not helping.
You're just making things worse.
So start by helping
Cole Chambers.
You know?
And then you'll be in a position
where you can help other people.
So, that's
my million-dollar advice,
and I wish
you'd reconsider, man,
'cause it's been a pleasure
having you in the class, huh?
Thank you, but...
I don't think
I have a choice.
Well, at least tell me
that you're gonna be
back here in the fall.
You're a terrible liar, Chambers.
Just terrible.
So you had to give up class?
Um, my sister needs me
at the station, so...
That's really
courageous of you.
- Courageous?
- Mm-hmm.
That's too big
of a word for me.
Besides, you know,
you don't, um...
you don't know my family.
Oh, I want to meet them., you don't.
How about we go for a--a swim
in that crazy pool
of yours instead?
You just want to see me
in a bathing suit.
Yeah, I do.
I'm--I'm not gonna lie
about that.
I--I really want to see you
in a bathing suit.
Okay, well, before you meet
my bathing suit,
you have to meet my parents.
House rules.
- What?
- You know what?
I would--I would love to.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- You're not afraid?
- Should I be?
Running away from the city
And it rained
That whole week
Left behind,
I couldn't talk
I've been trying to find
the right time to do that
since the first time
I saw you today.
I couldn't wait any longer.
Me neither.
Waking up in the trees
Feeling like...
Hi. I'm, uh, Cole Chambers.
I'm here for dinner.
I'm Serafina's father,
Mr. Church.
Nice to meet you.
You have a really
beautiful house.
It's a cool house,
and I--I really like it.
- Have a seat.
- Thank you.
This is Isaiah, my son.
- Isaiah, this is Cole.
- Howdy.
Um, Mrs. Church, it's so great
to finally meet you.
Uh, likewise.
So, Serafina tells me
you're quite the writer.
I try.
Are you planning anything else
besides the class
this summer, any internships?
I, um--
I had to drop the class.
Yeah, I gotta help my sister
run our gas station.
Couldn't she just have
hired a manager?
It's complicated.
Or is it just that the class
was a little harder
than you expected?
You know, when I was your age,
my father passed,
and I had to go to work and help
my brothers and sisters.
It's an admirable thing to do,
help your family.
I assume you
won't be returning
to university this fall.
I mean...
I hadn't really--
Uh, where's your bathroom?
Down the hall.
Excuse me.
Trailer park.
Oh, God. Would you stop
grilling him, please?
You owe him an apology.
I don't owe anyone anything.
- You owe him an apology.
- Okay, just stop!
Thanks very much for dinner.
It was delicious.
I got to get back.
It's a really long drive home.
Thank you.
Look, what are you doing, okay?
Don't go.
I'm sorry.
I got to go.
But you--
You've been dead
For years
But you never knew
And the rabid bits of time
Have been eating you
But no one knows
Where we go
No one knows where we go
When we're dead
Or when we're dreaming
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Ooh, ooh, ooh...
Oh, oh, oh, oh
- Hello?
- Cole.
Um, listen, my parents are gonna
be out of town this weekend.
I was thinking
you could come over.
Serafina, I just don't
have the time. I--
Look, if this is about my mom,
she doesn't--
No, it's--it's got, um--
it's got nothing to do
with you or your family.
I just got to take care
of things here.
- I--I got to go.
- Cole.
It was a tough week, huh?
Well, I can trump that.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah, Dana's pregnant.
I didn't see that one coming.
That's a big surprise.
I know.
I'm doomed.
It's a big fuckin'
surprise, huh?
I guess the pull-out-and-shoot
method isn't 100% effective.
Well, I'm glad you're staying,
Yeah, why's that?
Because I'm gonna
need a babysitter.
...Tried to what?
Too much with the hottie
And you had no luck
Let me tell you a story
About my situation
I was talking to this girl
That I met...
There's just no money
for it right now, Bobby.
Yeah, well, we get a loan.
On top of the gas-station loan
and the mortgage?
Why don't I just call
the f-u-c-k-i-n' Tooth Fairy?
Maybe she'll give us the money.
We can go live in Candy Land
with the Keebler Elves,
right, Rocket?
Yeah, you know, May,
I come up with this great
fuckin' idea for a car wash,
and now you don't
believe in me anymore?
Just like that,
we're gonna give up?
Just like that.
Bobby, just go outside
and cool off, okay?
- Get the fuck off, Bobby.
- What you writing about?
It's about me, isn't it?
I know what you're doing.
Nice slice, Frogger-tits.
What do you want?
I'm just here to hit
some golf balls, Frogger.
You know, you better get
a handle on your boyfriend.
Yeah, he's writing
stories about us.
You, me, everyone.
Yep, he's writing stories
about how he thinks
we're dumb white trash.
Yeah, he has.
I know it ain't pretty,
but it's the truth.
Hell, my loudmouth girlfriend,
she's pregnant,
and I live in a shack.
There ain't nothin'
more white trash than that.
You know, Cole gave up
his class, his girlfriend,
his opportunity to get out
of this piece-of-shit town
all 'cause
you couldn't figure out
how to run a gas station
without him.
And you know what's sad?
My cousin in Sarnia,
he runs a highly profitable
gas station,
and he's 5/8 retarded.
Let's go, Georgie.
Yeah, let's go, Georgie.
Get your fuckin' dog
out of my way.
Bye, Georgie.
Hey, you.
Hey, Dad.
Your mother and I
are going away.
- We'll be back tomorrow.
- Okay.
And I'm sorry, and so is she.
So why doesn't
she say it then?
Oh, she'll say it.
- I love you.
- I love you, too, Daddy.
- Be good.
- Okay.
Mom, stop!
Why do you keep on
doing this to me?
Just say something to me.
Just say it wasn't my fault,
okay, please?
- Where are you?
- Cole!
Where are you, Mom?!
What the hell are you doing?
Are you okay, Mom?
You okay?
I know there's nothing
Nothing but unsailed seas
I know there's nothing
At all
That'll bring you
Back to me
So maybe
You don't notice it
Want some shorts?
You're going in the pool.
Because you've
Gotten used to it
Or because
You were born into it
Just why you should be
Scared of it
I know you're somewhere
Sailing the unsailed sea
I know there's nothing
At all
That can bring you
Back to me
So maybe you don't
Notice it
Because you've
Gotten used to it
Or because
You were born into it
Just why you should be
scared of it
Can we wait?
- Of course, I can wait.
- Somewhere
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
I know you're somewhere
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
Hey, do you want
some breakfast?
- I can make a mean omelet.
- Uh...
No, I got to--
I got to get back.
It's a really
long drive home, so...
What, it's too long
to have breakfast with me?
Uh, I--I live in Lytton.
And we run the only
gas station, so...
- Lytton?
- Yeah.
I don't even know
where that is.
Where--where is that?
Um, it's about three hours
north of here,
depending on traffic.
- Three hours?
- Yeah.
Cole, you've been
driving three hours
every time you come down here?
That's crazy.
Why didn't you say something?
No, I--I'll come and visit you.
- That's--
- No, no, no, no, no, it's--
it's not worth it.
Really, it's not worth it.
Look, I'll call you, okay?
I got to go.
Thank you.
Have a good day.
You too.
Where are you going?
- I'm going out.
- Oh.
I thought we could spend
some time together.
Your father
picked up movies and--
- I'll be back later.
- Oh, shit.
- Be back at 10:00.
- Midnight.
Your daughter.
You gonna help me unload
the groceries when we get in?
- Yeah?
- $14,000.
All this time, May.
We could've used that money
for the car wash.
It's Rocket's, Bobby.
Oh, it's Rocket's.
You lying slut!
You can hit me all you want,
but you're never gonna
touch this money.
- Leave her alone.
- Do you understand me?
- Do you understand?! Bobby!
- Stop.
- No!
- Rocket!
- No!
- Rocket, come here!
Come here!
Get the fuck out of here now!
I don't give a--
Come here, you stupid,
fucking kid.
Are you okay?
Come on, Cole.
What, you want some?
Get off of him!
Cole, stop!
Get off of him!
Are you gonna write that down?
Put it in your bank account.
I swear to God, May,
if he ever touches Rocket again,
I'll kill him.
- Hi!
- What are you doing here?
I wanted to surprise you.
It's not a good time right now.
It's not a good time? I just
drove all the way up here.
It's really not
a good time.
Okay, when is it
a good time, Cole?
Shit, if you're ashamed of me...
No, I--I'm not ashamed of you.
- ...Just say so.
- Look.
Do you want to meet my family?
- Yes.
- Okay, come on.
Let's go meet my family.
What happened to your hand?
- Hi.
- That's my sister, Maybelline.
- I'm Serafina. Hi.
- Hey.
Hey, Rocket.
What's going on?
This--this is my mom.
It's nice to finally meet you,
Mrs. Chambers.
That's a beautiful dress
you have on.
You're so cold.
- Chambers!
- Geez!
Gross, buddy.
What are you doing?
- Hey, I'm Serafina.
- Oh. Hey. Frogger.
Nice to meet you.
So you're the one that's been
stealing our boy away from us.
Uh, yeah... I guess.
Oh, you're the one
from the party, right,
who had the seizure.
That's fiction.
I didn't die in real life.
- Give us a second?
- Yeah.
That girl's got some balls
on her, bro.
What's she doing here anyway?
I thought you said you guys
broke up or something.
- Frogger, Frogger, shut up.
- What?
Things got a little bit
out of hand today.
- Bobby?
- Bobby.
If--if you see
him around, can--
Dude, just, come on;
don't worry about it, all right?
I got him.
Oh, gosh.
I swear this thing
gets worse every year.
Oh, I think
it's wonderful.
It's traditional, you know?
Yeah, yeah,
she's crazy.
All right, guys.
- What are you doing?
- What am I doing?
Preparing to defend my title.
How's that, Deebo?
Frogger's the Lytton
pancakes-eating champion.
- Three years running.
- Yeah, he's good.
- I want in.
- You're not serious.
Serafina, the people
in this contest, I mean,
they'll eat you alive,
never mind the pancakes.
- Those guys?
- Those guys.
Hey, if the lady wants
to embarrass herself,
she's more than welcome, right?
Thank you, Frogger.
- Good luck.
- Oh.
We got a new pancake-
eatin' champion right here!
- Thank you!
- What?
You take my trophy.
What was that?
Congratulations, Frogger.
For what?
On the baby.
Christ balls, Dana,
you didn't tell her.
- Oh, this calls for more shots!
- She's gonna find out anyway.
- Hey.
- Okay.
- Wonderful.
- Nice.
No, man, no.
No, no, no, not now, not now.
- Dudes!
- Fuck.
It's some household magic.
Dude, loosen up, man.
You're with friends, right?
Everyone loves your
pancake-eatin' girlfriend.
Stop being Dad, all right?
That's my job now.
You're safe, brother.
All right?
You're such a mess, dude.
You got, like,
pancake in your hair.
- All right.
- I couldn't believe it either.
- All right.
- All right.
- No, no more pancakes, ever.
- Oh!
- Okay. Okay.
- Oh.
- A toast.
- Right. Toast.
To the end of Frogger's life
as we know it.
- Screw you.
- Come on.
To old relationships
finding new life
and new relationships
growing old.
- Aww!
- That's sappy, that's sappy.
To Gold Rush Day!
I want that money.
You've gone too far, Bobby.
This is our chance, May.
- You owe me.
- Fuck you!
You know I love you,
May, right?
But I need that--I need it!
Fuck you!
Where is it?!
Where is it?!
Fuck you!
Where is it?!
Where the fuck is it?!
Mom gave it to Cole!
Get off!
Bobby, you walk out that door,
and I'm leaving you.
I swear to God,
I won't love you anymore.
Hey, hey.
Don't make me do that.
So, here's the deal.
I am gassed.
And I want you to know, Cole.
- You're the guy.
- I'm the guy.
You're the guy.
What is this?
- Cole.
- You got the bottom of the...
I want you to know
you're the guy.
- Thank you.
- All right?
Thank you.
- And Serlina.
- Serlina?
- Sera--Serafina.
- Safrina.
You rock my world.
- Right?
- Yeah.
Okay, okay, okay.
We need another shot.
Give him some of your tequila.
- Yeah.
- No.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Give him another shot.
- Let's go.
- Come on, Cole.
It'll make you feel better, Cole.
- Freaking man up, buddy.
- Cole, drink it.
What's up?
We're going?
All right.
I love you, Cole Chambers.
He's out.
Check the pockets, man.
It's not fucking there.
Come here, Cole.
- Hey.
- Huh?
Get up.
Get up.
Get up. Get up.
Why don't you get up?
Bobby, Bobby,
what are you doing?
- No!
- Shut up!
Deebo, I swear to God,
if you don't get off.
Is that what you want, huh?
Let's go.
Yeah, now it's time.
- Get off of me!
- Fuck.
You're gonna take
some of this, girl, you fuck--
- Aah! Fuck!
- Aah! Get off me!
- Bobby!
- Aah!
- Bobby!
- Gah!
- Are you hurt?
- No, no.
Hey, hey, stay with me.
Frogger, wake up!
Wake up!
Call an ambulance!
Stay with us, Bobby.
Ambulance, call it!
Stay with me.
Stay with me.
Hey, Bobby, look at me,
look at me.
Open your eyes.
Look at me.
Look, man.
It's not your fault.
It's Bobby, that fucking p--
look, you had a lot
to drink, all right?
We all did.
You can't let this beat you, man.
Look, you stay here,
Bobby wins.
When he gets out of jail,
sees you working
behind that gas-station counter,
he wins.
Man, you still got a chance
to make something out of this.
Like, getting out of this
shithole Lytton.
That's the dream, right?
Used to be.
Fuck you.
"Used to Be" Chambers.
I know where I'm going, right?
I can see the next 50 years
of my life clear as day.
But for you, for once, just
write yourself a happy ending.
Your next story is out there.
Whatever it is, it sure
as shit don't end here.
Sir, I need
to speak to Serafina.
She doesn't want to
see you anymore, Cole.
Please, please, sir.
Now is not the time, son.
How dare you come
to this house?
- I'm sorry.
- How dare you!
I'm sorry.
Saw you in the wild
Are you okay?
You were nervous,
You were furious
I'm okay.
It's all right.
You were very sure-footed
Dreams and intentions
- It wasn't your fault.
- I'm sorry.
Full of wonder
And amazement
I'm so sorry.
I know.
I know.
In your disguise
You were haunted
- You okay?
- Yeah.
- Let me see.
- You could not see tomorrow
In the wild
I come--I'm gonna go away
for a couple days.
I saw you in the wild
- Okay.
- Okay.
I'll be here.
In the books, in the trees
You were spreading
Your unease
And their hats
All went off to you
They were trying
To show respect for you
It was riddled with worry
We were all in a hurry
It was crystallized
In lesser things
There was a fear in it
And all it brings
In the wild
I saw you in the wild
I knew you in the wild...
Are you sure
you want to do this?
I figure with Mom in the home,
I can pretty much take care
of this place on my own.
It's for the best, you know,
that Rocket isn't here
when Bobby gets back.
I talked to Tyler.
He's expecting you
in a few days.
Can you be brave for me, Rocket?
- I can try.
- Okay.
- I love you.
- Me too.
Just go.
Come on, Ma.
Come on, buddy.
Well, uh, it's gonna be,
uh, $62.48.
- $62.48, huh?
- Yeah.
It says $45.
Ah... I love you, bro.
So you're headed
Down those tracks
And you're never
Coming back again
All right, buddy, move over.
- Are you ready?
- Oh, yeah.
Sit back, sit back.
You got a lot of stuff
To pack
Yeah, that load might break
Your back someday
'Cause you've got
a lot of secrets
"This is Lytton,
the town where
my mother saved me,
where my sister said goodbye
to her son..."
..."Where I once brought
a beautiful girl."
So come on back
"And where my best friend
still lives in a shack.
We're still waiting
for that stoplight.
But I can honestly say
this place is...
definitely beautiful."
You better believe
What you're seeing now
"And it will always
be my home."
You better believe
What you're seeing
Yeah, what
You're seeing, babe
You gonna guess
what planet we're going to?
- Mercury?
- No.
You gotta expect me
To wonder who
- Mars?
- Hmm, no.
- Keep guessing.
- Saturn?
Saturn, no.
There's too many rings.
You gotta expect me
To wonder who
You gotta expect me
To wonder who is loving you
Now you're headed
Down those tracks
All I can see
Is your back again
You left a lot of stuff
But most of it is in my mind
This time
And I miss you
Like I miss you
And that's a fact
So come on back
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Out and away from the city
And it rained
That whole week
Left behind,
I couldn't talk
I just needed to sleep
Waking up in the trees
Like we got something
At night, we could see
The fire and history
It's all I got
It's not the end
This is not the end
I can't forget
What it's like
To be free
Only in the history
I can't forget
This is not the end
I'm not run, running away
I can see what it's like
Mmmm, mmmm
In the trees
And the fireweed
Stars and the moonlight
Running away from the city
Running to stay
Ridin' across the country
Storms in the prairies
In the middle of the train
Rainin' in the city...