Huckleberry (2018) Movie Script
1
- Wrong bathroom, Huckleberry.
- You mean Marie.
- Okay class, I want to hear your pitches
for our special video project
so discuss with your partners
Any questions?
- Hey, Jolene, did you do
anything fun last night?
- I just partied with Clint.
- Cool.
- So what do you want
to do with this thing?
- I'm thinking we should
knock this out tonight
so what do you say I pick you up?
- Okay.
- Okay, Huckleberry,
your group's up first,
so what are you planning?
- Oh, what's up, Miss H, you starting
with the back of the class?
That violates tradition.
- I also wear white after Labor Day.
- You, ma'am, are a renegade.
- Ready when you are.
- We are going to film something beautiful
that is available to us all the time
but is beauty we may
not notice or appreciate
because we're preoccupied
with our lives and our work,
boyfriends, girlfriends,
routines, stuff like that.
- Okay, can you tell me
what that something is?
- I don't want to spoil the surprise,
I kinda got a big buildup going here,
but you're gonna love it, trust me.
- Okay, you two, I look forward to it.
- That sounds awesome,
what are we filming?
- I have no idea, I just made that up.
- Miss Hamilton,
please send Marie Golden
to the principal's office immediately.
- You heard it.
- That's not my name.
- Come on, Huckleberry.
- All I need, Wash, you
gotta get the same cut as me.
- Yeah, yeah, so I'm gonna get that,
but I'm gonna go sell something
to Lavon now, all right?
- Uh, okay, you're not
gonna walk me to practice.
- Ah, good Camille,
and it looks much better on you obviously.
Yo yo, what's up, bro?
- How you doing?
- How you living man, you good?
- Yo, your girl looks pissed
every day all the time.
- It's cool, man, also
she's not my girl, right?
- Does she know that?
- Ah, she'll figure it out eventually.
- Why do you put on so much makeup?
- Ma, seriously.
I ain't got time for this.
I'm meeting up with Clint
in like five minutes.
- Well, honey, you should
know you look like a whore.
- Gee, thanks, Ma.
- Jeez.
Check it out
If you got beef with C-O-P-S
Don't have to tell the B-I-G-S
'Cause they be harassing you and me
You gotta understand
how we still not free
And what you gotta do
Throw 'em outta town with the B-I-Gs
- You have any idea why I pulled you over?
- Because he's black?
- Okay, just give me your
license and registration
and save the backtalk.
- There you go.
- You know what, why
don't you just wait here.
Please.
- Ah shit, they're talking
to Sally Jones's dad.
- Now officer, I gotcha.
- Wait, who?
- Sally Moans?
- Oh, right.
Where is she now?
- Uh.
I don't know, she moved.
- Damn, dude, Mr. Jones hates your ass.
- That are out in the
street trying to play safely
and she's rolling through the stop sign
every single day.
- Well, I mean, I fingered
and tongued his daughter, so.
- Oh?
- Yeah, it's this thing where-
- Okay, so we're gonna
give you boys a little
forget me not warning.
Just be careful around these parts, okay?
- Sure.
Check it out
If you've got beef with C-O-P-S
Throw 'em outta town with the B-I-Gs
Don't trust the police
No justice, no peace
They got me face down in
the middle of the street
Pistol whip me with their heat
Throwing shit in the lane
Trying to search me with
- Holy crap.
- 'Sup, Rick?
- Not much,
Earnhardt's making a move in
points after last weekend.
- Yeah, I don't care about that.
Can I borrow the truck tonight?
I was gonna pick up a friend.
- Yeah, I just gotta be at work at nine.
- I'll have it back.
- Fill her up?
- Sure, yeah, have fun with
your terrible NASCAR show.
- All righty.
- Fuck, I don't have time for this.
I gotta bounce to work.
- It's cool, dude.
- Give me one of those tapes.
- You do that before work?
- Yeah, well, I'm switching
from Friday nights
to Sunday mornings, what do you expect?
You want scraps of this?
- It's cool, dude.
- See you later.
Come on, what the fuck,
you're killing me here.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Where are we going?
- All shall be revealed.
- You're weird.
- Undoubtedly but
normal, it's boring.
- Ain't that the truth.
- Besides,
normal here fucking sucks.
Okay, we're almost there,
so close your eyes.
Relax.
- Where'd you get that?
- Shit, girl, I burned
this CD on my computer.
- Cool.
- All right, seriously, keep them closed.
What to say
Saturdays are drifting out
Perfectly erased
Fall apart
In my arms
Any time
- Okay, open your eyes.
I don't care how
I just need to
Feel it all at once
- That's it.
- Yep.
That's it.
It's still on
It's still on
Hold me close tonight
Let's stand up
Let's stand up
Even when there's nothing to say
I'm hanging on like tears in the rain
I swear I'm with you
Caught in the dream
But when I wake it washes away
- May I have this dance?
- Sure.
Take me down
Every time
Terrified, I
Barely know you
Wonder where you are
Follow me
To the edge
To the stars
Without a doubt
Make it out of here alone
I'll make it out with you
- It's so funny, these things
are gonna be totally obsolete
in no time.
- What do you mean?
- 'Cause of MP3 players.
- So you're really into
that computer stuff, huh?
- Yeah, yeah, you can
find all kinds of stuff
on the internet.
- Really, like what?
- Like hormones.
- Oh.
- I get testosterone
shipped to me, for example.
- For what?
- Because
I know that I'm a guy, but
the rest of the world needs
a little more convincing.
You know, I put that there just for you.
- Why do I believe you?
Hey, can you drop me here?
I gotta pick up something.
- Okay, sure.
- Thanks, Huckleberry, it was cool.
- You're welcome.
- I'm probably needed.
- It's my pleasure.
Hey.
What are you doing tomorrow?
- I don't know.
I'll let you know if Clint,
yeah, see you around.
- Yeah, right on, see you.
- Fucking Clint.
- Your cutting
skills are horrible, son.
- I like variety.
Hey, Huck.
- What is going on here?
- Trying to teach
this kid how to feed himself.
- Here, show me.
- You start from the top to the middle.
- Hey, Huck.
- Hey.
- Can I get you something to drink?
- Oh yeah, let me have one of those beers.
- Yeah, right, kid, pop it is.
- 'Sup bro, you good?
- Good, where's your girl?
- Man, fuck should I know,
I don't worry about that,
the heck?
- Hey, I kissed Jolene last night.
- Nice.
- Okay.
- Technically, she kissed me, so.
- Oh, fuck, better, I see you.
- Pimping out here.
- Straight.
Here are my chemistry notes
and I'm gonna go ahead
and scoot to class early.
- I see.
- Trying to lock it down.
- That's persistent for sure.
- Okay, class, it's Friday,
so you know what that means.
We have time for one of your
videos before we start class.
- You know we can't show
that video in class, right?
- Why not?
- Come on, you know why.
- It'll be fine.
- Huckleberry, Jolene, I'm excited to see
what you got for us.
- My bad, Miss H, I left it at home.
- Huckleberry, I can see
the tape in your backpack.
- Yeah, I guess I just
don't have the courage
to share it with the class right now.
- Okay, you two, we'll
figure something else out.
I just wanna be with you every day
I just wanna be with you every day
Yeah
- Hey, I totally got
with Sophia last night.
- What?
- Camille's friend.
- So what, she kisses me
and now she won't talk to me
for a month, what's that about?
- It's chicks, dude, what can you do?
- She won't even look my way.
- She'll come around,
dude, just wait it out.
- Maybe it's just not meant to be.
I'm just saying.
- I'm just saying.
Shut up, man.
- Look, why don't you just
go and talk to her, then?
- Whatever, dude, you
couldn't fucking pay me
to go back in there.
- All right, I'll catch y'all later.
No, you don't get a high five.
- Yeah, see you.
Anyway, it's Friday, are you
guys gonna show your video?
- Dude, I don't know what
the fuck we're doing, okay?
- All righty, then.
- Hello?
- Somebody page Huckleberry?
- Huckleberry, it's Jolene.
- Oh, hey Jolene.
- Huckleberry, do you think
you could do me a favor?
- Anything.
Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay, I just.
Do you think you could pick
me up and take me home?
- Jolene,
are you still there?
- Yeah, I'm.
I'm by the train engine graveyard.
- Oh, okay, yeah,
I know where that is, sure.
I'm on my way.
- I'm sorry, Huck, I just
really need to get out of here.
- Of course,
no, I'm coming, all right?
Just hang tight, I'm already on my way.
- Thanks.
- Get in.
- God, it's cold out there.
- Here.
- Thanks.
- You gotta tell me what happened.
- Look, it's not a big deal, okay?
- What is not a big deal?
- Clint's an asshole, that's it.
- He hit you?
- He fucking slapped me like a bitch
and threw me out of the car.
- I don't know.
- Maybe it was my fault.
- What, no.
- Look, just.
Please don't tell anyone about this, okay?
I don't want to talk about it.
Can we please just get outta here?
Thanks, Huckleberry.
You're a good friend.
- Mmhmm.
- See you later.
- Bye.
- Hey.
Look, I'm sorry about that,
but that was really fucked up of you
and you shouldn't have said that shit, so.
Anyway, I circled back around
and you weren't there, so.
All right, just gimme a call, we need--
- Don't you ever call this number again!
I'm going to Wendy's, what you want?
- Chicken sandwich.
- Okay, you want the grilled
one or the fried one?
- Grilled.
- Okay.
- Oh, fuck it, fried.
- Okay, you on a diet?
- Fuck it.
- I'll just get you the combo
and a Frosty for that lip.
- Thanks, Ma.
- Mmhmm, I'll put it on your tab.
- Okay.
I wait such a long time
Such a long time
How does it feel
That you are not mine
When I was sunshine
Almost every night
How does it feel
- B33 to counter seven,
please, B33 to counter seven
- Fuck!
- Hello?
- Jolene, you gotta tell me
what the fuck is going on.
- What the fuck are you talking about?
- Yeah, like you don't know.
- No, and you
have a lot of fucking nerve
even calling me after what you did.
- Oh, get off it, Jolene, oh,
what did you expect when you--
Forget that, I'm sorry.
Listen, somebody broke into my apartment,
covered the place in
smiley face stickers and--
- Are you high?
- Listen, somebody poured
sugar in the gas tank
and told me to have a nice day.
- You know what, Clint,
I don't give a fuck.
I'm done with you, I've been
thinking, and we're done,
finished, don't call me anymore.
- Do you even know what
I'm going through here?
- I don't give a shit,
bitch, don't call me!
- Jolene, Jolene!
- Did you have a nice day?
- What the fuck did you say to me?
- I asked did you have a nice day?
- You did this?
You fucked up my car?
- Stay the fuck away from Jolene.
- Jolene?
Jolene is my girlfriend.
- Fuck you, you fucking
piece of shit, fuck you.
- Did you hear what Huckleberry did?
He totally broke into Clint's
house and beat the crap
out of him.
- Marie Golden to
the principal's office.
- Have a seat, Marie.
- That's not my name, that
hasn't been my name for six years
Did you know the entire
time that you've known me
at this school, that
has never been my name?
- Sit down.
There are some interesting
rumors circulating about you.
- So?
- Anything you want to tell me?
- Not particularly.
- What's your relationship
to Clinton Sloane?
- There is none.
- Marie.
- Huckleberry, if we were
friends, which we are not,
you could call me Huck.
- So defiant.
- With all due respect,
Principal Anderson,
you can call me Mr. Golden from now on.
- Last chance to tell me what happened
or you're suspended pending investigation.
- Is that even a thing?
- Oh it is, if I say it is.
- I have nothing to say to you.
- Last chance, Miss Golden.
- Fuck you.
- Well then.
Huck.
You're suspended for a week
for cursing at your principal.
- Great, is that it?
- Get the fuck out of my office.
- Huck.
- 'Sup.
- Nothing much, you wanna tell me
why you went crazy and
tried to kill Clint?
- Who told you that?
- Everyone's talking about it.
Erin said she heard you
broke into his apartment.
- Heard from who?
- Wow, I don't see you denying it.
- Yo, I heard you just beat
Clint's ass, that's awesome.
- How is that awesome?
- Because he sucks.
- All right, let's just
drop it, y'all, please.
- What happened?
- Nothing, okay, I was waiting for the bus
and Clint got off and came
after me so I socked him.
Missed the bus, end of story.
- So you were just nowhere
near where you lived
waiting for a bus.
Where was your truck?
- Rick's truck wasn't available.
- Where were you going?
- Hey, man, told you what
happened, just leave it alone.
- That's it.
- Whatever.
- Don't you want a ride?
- Nah, I think I'll just take the bus.
Lay low, Huck.
- Lay low, Huck, that is some dumb shit.
That's all they do, I mean,
what's Clint gonna do anyways,
brag about getting his ass beat by a--
I'm just saying, he's not
gonna brag about getting
his ass beat and cokeheads
don't go to the cops anyway
so you good, bro.
- What about Jolene?
- What about her?
You are Huckleberry Golden, all right?
Chicks get wet about that
fighting for their honor shit.
- I don't know.
- Well, shit, I do, I'm getting
wet just thinking about it.
Nah, look, anyways, swing by tonight,
and don't stress this shit,
man, you good, all right?
- Okay, sure.
- All right.
Get home safe.
- You too.
- What?
- Hey.
Hey, Jolene.
- What the fuck do you want?
- Look, I don't know what--
- Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?
- I did it for you, I would
do anything to protect you.
- I don't need some chick
to fight my battles for me.
- I'm not some chick.
- Huckleberry.
I gotta go.
- He doesn't deserve you.
- And you do?
- Yes, I--
I'd die for you, Jolene.
- Huckleberry, what the heck?
You all right?
- I'm fine.
- What was that?
- Nothing.
- All right, well, you want me
to make you something to eat?
- No thanks, I'm good.
- Cook you a burger?
- No, Rick.
- Cut up that pie for you.
- I'm fine.
- All right.
- What time is it?
- Mmm.
- Man, I got shit to do,
all right, I gotta go.
- All right, see you.
Wait.
She'll come around,
dude, just play it cool.
- You're right.
You think Lavon is pissed?
- Who gives a shit?
- All right.
Later, I'll see you.
- All right, see you.
- What do you think?
You think Huckleberry'll
call me back, bear?
- Fuck you!
- Huck, get up, Huck,
Huck, Huck, wake up, Huck,
wake up, Huck, hey, hey!
Help me, help me, please!
Wake up, Huck!
Somebody help me, please!
Somebody help please!
Somebody please!
- Okay, son.
Why don't you just make
this easy on yourself
and tell me exactly what happened?
- I was watching TV and I heard a scream
so I ran outside and then
I looked down the back
and he's lying there, bleeding.
- He.
- Huckleberry was lying there bleeding.
- Okay.
So do you know of anyone
that would have wanted
to hurt your friend?
- I don't know man.
- You know what, I would
think hard if I were you.
Hey.
- Clint, maybe.
- Okay, so who is Clint?
- Clint is Jolene's
boyfriend, he's a dirt bag,
you know, him and Huck had beef.
- So does this Clint have a last name?
- Piece of shit asshole, he
drives a stupid ass Camaro
and he lives down the shady
fucking apartments on Main,
man, you know which one I'm talking about.
- I found a pager, she
just received a text
from one Jolene Graham.
- Now would that be our Jolene?
- Look, man, can I get
to the hospital now?
- Nah, nah, I don't think
so, I think I want to take
a few minutes and go
visit this Clint fella.
You just need to show me
exactly where he lives.
- Can I at least get a shirt?
- Oh yeah, sure man, we'll
go to the police station
lost and found afterwards,
how's that sound?
- You sure about that, boss?
- Aw come on, what the hell?
Detectives are here, they've
got their hands full.
We'll have a little fun,
it'll only take a few minutes.
- Sheriff's office.
What happened here?
Oh, and don't forget to
bring me some evidence bags.
- I didn't even do anything.
- I don't want to hear
it, just get in the car.
- Look, I don't even
know that crazy bitch.
- I could fuck you up right now.
- See?
It was a productive trip anyways.
I mean, why let the detectives
have all the fun, huh?
- You were right.
- Let that be a lesson to you,
son, let that be a lesson.
Okay, boys, you ready?
Let's go.
- Who is it?
- Jolene,
phone for you, it's
your fucking boyfriend.
- I ain't got no fucking boyfriend.
- Just get the damn phone.
We got you an extra line
so I wouldn't have to deal
with this shit, make sure
he calls that next time.
- There won't be a next time.
- This was sitting on the stoop for you.
A thank you would be nice.
- Thank you, Ma.
- What do you want?
- Hey, look, I need your help.
- Are you fucking kidding me?
- Look, they think I attacked
that dyke Huckleberry last night.
They won't let me leave,
they wanna hear it all again.
- What are you talking about?
- You don't know?
- Know what?
- Apparently somebody, I don't know who,
attacked her last night, she's in a coma
or maybe dead or something, I don't know.
- What do you mean, maybe dead?
- I don't know, look, the cops
are trying to pin this shit
on me, and I need you to tell
them that you were with me
at my apartment last night, just us.
- I ain't doing that shit.
- Jolene, look, I promise you, okay,
I'm fucking begging you here.
I need you to do this for me.
For us.
- Mr. Golden, I'm sorry, but
I'm gonna have to ask you
a few questions about your
daughter, Huckleberry,
is that her given name
or is that a nickname?
- First of all,
Huckleberry's my foster kid.
Me and my ex brought
him in a few years back
and my last name's Stevens, not Golden.
- Oh.
My bad.
- They also told me,
the social worker did,
to call him he instead of she, but I guess
his birth mother helped
him change it a while back.
- Is the mother around, maybe
we should talk with her.
- They told me she died.
- I see, and his given name?
- I heard people say Marie a few times,
but I never really asked about it.
And honestly I don't know who
Huckleberry hangs out with
or what he gets into.
Huckleberry just pretty
much takes care of himself.
That do it for you?
- That's fine, Rick, we'll be in touch.
Let's go talk to that Jolene girl.
Come on.
- Sounds good.
- Jolene, are you sure you
want to present this today?
Okay.
- For our project,
Huckleberry wanted to show us
a glimpse of beauty.
That's often overlooked.
- Jolene.
You have to understand,
I did this for you.
I would do anything to keep you safe.
You can't let guys like
Clint get away with it.
- I was taking care of it.
- Jolene, this officer
would like to speak with you.
- I love you.
- I'm gonna need that tape.
Thank you.
- What's that asshole got
you mixed up in, Jolene?
- Nothing.
- What have I told you about him?
- Mom, please, I really
don't want to hear it.
- Well, you're gonna hear
it, I'm not gonna sit by
and watch you waste your
life on someone like him.
- Well I'm not with him.
- You just talked to him this morning.
- So?
- Jolene, you need to hear this.
- God.
- I'm sorry your father is dead.
- The fuck, why
would you even bring that up?
- I'm sorry he's dead, he was an okay dad
but he was a fucking asshole
to me and you know it.
- Oh God.
- And divorcing him
was the best thing I ever did.
- Jesus Christ, Ma,
what the fuck are you even talking about?
- All I want for you
is to find someone who'll treat you right.
Not to waste your life like I did.
I didn't mean that.
- Uh huh.
- Jolene, get back in the car.
- No, I'm walking home.
- Dammit.
- Screw it.
- Hello?
- Hey, Jolene, it's Lavon.
- Hey, have you heard
anything about Huckleberry?
- No, just whatever they
announced in school.
- Oh, okay.
- So have you spoken with Clint at all?
- Why do you care what he says?
- I know, I'm just trying
to wrap my head around this.
What did the cops say to you?
- Lavon, I really can't
handle this shit right now.
- Look, I just need to figure this out.
- Goddammit.
Clint says he ain't done it, okay,
but he also told me to lie to the cops
about where he is so you tell me.
- Do you believe him?
- I don't think so, I.
- I mean, let's be honest,
he wasn't the only person
that hated Huckleberry in this town.
- You know what, Lavon, I
really can't handle this shit
right now, okay?
- All right, all right, I'm sorry.
I'll see you in class.
- Hey.
- What do you want for the 64?
- Man, I can get a hundred for that, easy.
- I'll give you 20 bucks and a line.
- Nah, man, I need more than that.
- 10 bucks and a line, final offer.
- Fine.
- Shit.
- Open up.
We have a warrant for your arrest.
- Come on, we gotta get
rid of that shit, Clint.
- Open the door now.
- Clint!
- On the count of five.
Coming in, five, go, go, go, now.
Clint Sloane, we have a
warrant for your arrest.
- So you know the drug,
you stay there, don't move,
don't move.
- You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will--
- Hey, hey, hey, watch
his face, that's evidence.
- Anything you say can and
will be used against you
in a court of law, you have
the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford an attorney,
one will be provided for
you, do you understand?
- Got it, okay, good, nice job.
Bring 'em in, put your
hands behind your back,
now, now, now, now!
Just go.
- Want some help?
- It's okay, I got it.
These places don't know
what they're doing.
- You've done this before?
- Yeah.
My dad was in a place like this.
After his accident.
- Is Huck coming to?
- What?
- Relax, just relax.
Go get the nurse.
- Where am I?
- You're awake.
You're okay.
- Huckleberry was talking, yeah, yeah.
All right, Rick, I'll
see you here soon, okay?
All right, bye.
- Yes.
- Hello?
- Yeah, man, 'sup?
Huck just got out of the coma.
- That's great.
All right, so I guess I'll
be there as soon as I can.
- Yeah, all right, bye.
- Yeah, later.
- Huck came out of the coma.
- That's great.
- Yeah.
- Do you want a ride to the hospital?
- After this game.
- Okay.
- Once you're done cheating at the game.
- Huckleberry.
I need to tell you something.
I know now probably isn't the best time.
- It's fine, you can tell me anything.
- I need to tell you
what happened that day
that you picked me up.
- So how long have you known?
- I just took the test this morning.
- You're sure?
- I know how to read a pregnancy test.
- Well you
didn't take a second one?
- It doesn't matter.
I'm really late.
- What the fuck, Jolene?
- What the fuck yourself?
- So what are you gonna do?
- I don't know.
- Well, you have to have it.
- I don't have to do anything.
- Goddammit, Jolene, you know,
you're such a fucking
idiot, you know that?
- I don't know that I
want to have your kid.
- Well then get the fuck out of my car.
- Get the fuck off me!
Fuck you!
- Are you still pregnant?
It's gonna be okay.
- Did you hear the news?
- What?
- That girl.
She's out of the coma.
Isn't that great?
- That is wonderful news, yes.
- Okay.
See you later.
- Dad!
Dad, we were just.
- Studying for a play.
- What?
- Dad, no, Dad--
- I'm gonna kill you.
- Stop!
- I'm gonna kill you!
- Stop!
- What were you just doing?
- We were doing nothing.
- You were not just doing nothing.
- Daddy.
- Why are you not dressed?
- I am dressed.
- You are not dressed.
What the hell is going on?
- You are overreacting.
- I am not overreacting.
That is a girl, that is a girl!
- Huck.
You're awake.
- Hey man.
- The cops are outside
waiting to talk to you.
- Yeah, we know, dude.
- I'm ready.
Come on in.
- How are you feeling?
- Got a massive headache,
but otherwise I'm okay.
- Can we make this brief, officers?
- Sure, all right, then, let's get to it.
Why don't you tell us what you remember
from the night of the attack?
- Okay.
I was leaving Will's
house and I was walking
down the path and someone
in a ski mask attacked me.
- Did they say anything to you?
- No, they just came
up and all of a sudden
was swinging at me with a tire iron.
- Then what happened?
- I managed to pull off his mask
and that's the last thing
I saw before I blacked out.
- So you saw him?
- Wait, wait, wait,
did you see who it was?
- Clint Sloane.
- Are you sure it was Clint, Huck?
- Dude, what is your problem?
- He's just asking a question.
- Huckleberry, if your
story's being coerced,
now is the time to tell us.
- All right, now, let's
just settle down, okay?
- Are you sure that it
was Clint that you saw?
- I'm positive, it's etched in my mind.
- That's good enough for me,
unless you have some questions.
- I'm good.
- Good, thank you.
- Can we have a minute alone?
- All right, come on, let's
leave Huck alone for a minute.
- You know, I can always tell
when you're lying, Huckleberry
- You don't know how it is.
- Oh I don't, really?
Okay, Huck, take care of yourself.
I hope she's worth it.
- I heard what you said.
- That wasn't for your ears.
- Hey, don't come back here anymore, man.
- Go fuck yourself, bro.
- Don't worry about him, dude,
he doesn't know what happened.
- What happened?
- What happened is what you said happened.
Clint attacked you, twice.
Once at the bus stop and
then again with the tire iron
at the path.
That's what happened, he was just jealous
'cause you took his girl.
- You believe that?
- Yes I do, everybody
knows that's what happened.
Me, Jolene, everyone.
- Okay.
- How you holding up?
- Can we just cut to the chase?
- Clinton, as you know, this plea bargain
comes with strings attached.
- What strings?
- First and foremost,
you absolutely cannot
violate the restraining order put in place
by Jolene Graham, you cannot
call or have any correspondence
with her at all.
- But she needs to know the truth.
- Clinton, I'm explaining
the plea bargain to you,
okay, this is non negotiable.
- So what's the plea?
- Five years with the
possibility of parole
after three years.
- Or?
- Or we can go to trial with myself
or another public defender.
If you're found guilty,
you're most likely looking
at 20 years for attempted
murder plus the drug charges.
- What about the three months
I've already been in here?
- Counts as time served.
It's a good plea bargain,
I've fought hard for it.
Frankly, you're lucky it's on the table.
Don't think either party
wants this to go to trial.
- What about the hair
that was in the ski mask
that didn't match mine?
- Honestly, yeah, it doesn't matter,
they got your prints on the weapon
and a positive ID from the victim.
It is what it is.
- This is bullshit.
- It's a good deal.
- Just give me the pen.
- Great.
- A full stop.
- What?
- I came to a full stop.
- That's good.
- Have you?
- Yes.
- Good.
- Hey baby.
- Hey.
How was work?
- Work was work.
But now I'm here, with you.
And you.
- Daddy's home.
- Wrong bathroom, Huckleberry.
- You mean Marie.
- Okay class, I want to hear your pitches
for our special video project
so discuss with your partners
Any questions?
- Hey, Jolene, did you do
anything fun last night?
- I just partied with Clint.
- Cool.
- So what do you want
to do with this thing?
- I'm thinking we should
knock this out tonight
so what do you say I pick you up?
- Okay.
- Okay, Huckleberry,
your group's up first,
so what are you planning?
- Oh, what's up, Miss H, you starting
with the back of the class?
That violates tradition.
- I also wear white after Labor Day.
- You, ma'am, are a renegade.
- Ready when you are.
- We are going to film something beautiful
that is available to us all the time
but is beauty we may
not notice or appreciate
because we're preoccupied
with our lives and our work,
boyfriends, girlfriends,
routines, stuff like that.
- Okay, can you tell me
what that something is?
- I don't want to spoil the surprise,
I kinda got a big buildup going here,
but you're gonna love it, trust me.
- Okay, you two, I look forward to it.
- That sounds awesome,
what are we filming?
- I have no idea, I just made that up.
- Miss Hamilton,
please send Marie Golden
to the principal's office immediately.
- You heard it.
- That's not my name.
- Come on, Huckleberry.
- All I need, Wash, you
gotta get the same cut as me.
- Yeah, yeah, so I'm gonna get that,
but I'm gonna go sell something
to Lavon now, all right?
- Uh, okay, you're not
gonna walk me to practice.
- Ah, good Camille,
and it looks much better on you obviously.
Yo yo, what's up, bro?
- How you doing?
- How you living man, you good?
- Yo, your girl looks pissed
every day all the time.
- It's cool, man, also
she's not my girl, right?
- Does she know that?
- Ah, she'll figure it out eventually.
- Why do you put on so much makeup?
- Ma, seriously.
I ain't got time for this.
I'm meeting up with Clint
in like five minutes.
- Well, honey, you should
know you look like a whore.
- Gee, thanks, Ma.
- Jeez.
Check it out
If you got beef with C-O-P-S
Don't have to tell the B-I-G-S
'Cause they be harassing you and me
You gotta understand
how we still not free
And what you gotta do
Throw 'em outta town with the B-I-Gs
- You have any idea why I pulled you over?
- Because he's black?
- Okay, just give me your
license and registration
and save the backtalk.
- There you go.
- You know what, why
don't you just wait here.
Please.
- Ah shit, they're talking
to Sally Jones's dad.
- Now officer, I gotcha.
- Wait, who?
- Sally Moans?
- Oh, right.
Where is she now?
- Uh.
I don't know, she moved.
- Damn, dude, Mr. Jones hates your ass.
- That are out in the
street trying to play safely
and she's rolling through the stop sign
every single day.
- Well, I mean, I fingered
and tongued his daughter, so.
- Oh?
- Yeah, it's this thing where-
- Okay, so we're gonna
give you boys a little
forget me not warning.
Just be careful around these parts, okay?
- Sure.
Check it out
If you've got beef with C-O-P-S
Throw 'em outta town with the B-I-Gs
Don't trust the police
No justice, no peace
They got me face down in
the middle of the street
Pistol whip me with their heat
Throwing shit in the lane
Trying to search me with
- Holy crap.
- 'Sup, Rick?
- Not much,
Earnhardt's making a move in
points after last weekend.
- Yeah, I don't care about that.
Can I borrow the truck tonight?
I was gonna pick up a friend.
- Yeah, I just gotta be at work at nine.
- I'll have it back.
- Fill her up?
- Sure, yeah, have fun with
your terrible NASCAR show.
- All righty.
- Fuck, I don't have time for this.
I gotta bounce to work.
- It's cool, dude.
- Give me one of those tapes.
- You do that before work?
- Yeah, well, I'm switching
from Friday nights
to Sunday mornings, what do you expect?
You want scraps of this?
- It's cool, dude.
- See you later.
Come on, what the fuck,
you're killing me here.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Where are we going?
- All shall be revealed.
- You're weird.
- Undoubtedly but
normal, it's boring.
- Ain't that the truth.
- Besides,
normal here fucking sucks.
Okay, we're almost there,
so close your eyes.
Relax.
- Where'd you get that?
- Shit, girl, I burned
this CD on my computer.
- Cool.
- All right, seriously, keep them closed.
What to say
Saturdays are drifting out
Perfectly erased
Fall apart
In my arms
Any time
- Okay, open your eyes.
I don't care how
I just need to
Feel it all at once
- That's it.
- Yep.
That's it.
It's still on
It's still on
Hold me close tonight
Let's stand up
Let's stand up
Even when there's nothing to say
I'm hanging on like tears in the rain
I swear I'm with you
Caught in the dream
But when I wake it washes away
- May I have this dance?
- Sure.
Take me down
Every time
Terrified, I
Barely know you
Wonder where you are
Follow me
To the edge
To the stars
Without a doubt
Make it out of here alone
I'll make it out with you
- It's so funny, these things
are gonna be totally obsolete
in no time.
- What do you mean?
- 'Cause of MP3 players.
- So you're really into
that computer stuff, huh?
- Yeah, yeah, you can
find all kinds of stuff
on the internet.
- Really, like what?
- Like hormones.
- Oh.
- I get testosterone
shipped to me, for example.
- For what?
- Because
I know that I'm a guy, but
the rest of the world needs
a little more convincing.
You know, I put that there just for you.
- Why do I believe you?
Hey, can you drop me here?
I gotta pick up something.
- Okay, sure.
- Thanks, Huckleberry, it was cool.
- You're welcome.
- I'm probably needed.
- It's my pleasure.
Hey.
What are you doing tomorrow?
- I don't know.
I'll let you know if Clint,
yeah, see you around.
- Yeah, right on, see you.
- Fucking Clint.
- Your cutting
skills are horrible, son.
- I like variety.
Hey, Huck.
- What is going on here?
- Trying to teach
this kid how to feed himself.
- Here, show me.
- You start from the top to the middle.
- Hey, Huck.
- Hey.
- Can I get you something to drink?
- Oh yeah, let me have one of those beers.
- Yeah, right, kid, pop it is.
- 'Sup bro, you good?
- Good, where's your girl?
- Man, fuck should I know,
I don't worry about that,
the heck?
- Hey, I kissed Jolene last night.
- Nice.
- Okay.
- Technically, she kissed me, so.
- Oh, fuck, better, I see you.
- Pimping out here.
- Straight.
Here are my chemistry notes
and I'm gonna go ahead
and scoot to class early.
- I see.
- Trying to lock it down.
- That's persistent for sure.
- Okay, class, it's Friday,
so you know what that means.
We have time for one of your
videos before we start class.
- You know we can't show
that video in class, right?
- Why not?
- Come on, you know why.
- It'll be fine.
- Huckleberry, Jolene, I'm excited to see
what you got for us.
- My bad, Miss H, I left it at home.
- Huckleberry, I can see
the tape in your backpack.
- Yeah, I guess I just
don't have the courage
to share it with the class right now.
- Okay, you two, we'll
figure something else out.
I just wanna be with you every day
I just wanna be with you every day
Yeah
- Hey, I totally got
with Sophia last night.
- What?
- Camille's friend.
- So what, she kisses me
and now she won't talk to me
for a month, what's that about?
- It's chicks, dude, what can you do?
- She won't even look my way.
- She'll come around,
dude, just wait it out.
- Maybe it's just not meant to be.
I'm just saying.
- I'm just saying.
Shut up, man.
- Look, why don't you just
go and talk to her, then?
- Whatever, dude, you
couldn't fucking pay me
to go back in there.
- All right, I'll catch y'all later.
No, you don't get a high five.
- Yeah, see you.
Anyway, it's Friday, are you
guys gonna show your video?
- Dude, I don't know what
the fuck we're doing, okay?
- All righty, then.
- Hello?
- Somebody page Huckleberry?
- Huckleberry, it's Jolene.
- Oh, hey Jolene.
- Huckleberry, do you think
you could do me a favor?
- Anything.
Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay, I just.
Do you think you could pick
me up and take me home?
- Jolene,
are you still there?
- Yeah, I'm.
I'm by the train engine graveyard.
- Oh, okay, yeah,
I know where that is, sure.
I'm on my way.
- I'm sorry, Huck, I just
really need to get out of here.
- Of course,
no, I'm coming, all right?
Just hang tight, I'm already on my way.
- Thanks.
- Get in.
- God, it's cold out there.
- Here.
- Thanks.
- You gotta tell me what happened.
- Look, it's not a big deal, okay?
- What is not a big deal?
- Clint's an asshole, that's it.
- He hit you?
- He fucking slapped me like a bitch
and threw me out of the car.
- I don't know.
- Maybe it was my fault.
- What, no.
- Look, just.
Please don't tell anyone about this, okay?
I don't want to talk about it.
Can we please just get outta here?
Thanks, Huckleberry.
You're a good friend.
- Mmhmm.
- See you later.
- Bye.
- Hey.
Look, I'm sorry about that,
but that was really fucked up of you
and you shouldn't have said that shit, so.
Anyway, I circled back around
and you weren't there, so.
All right, just gimme a call, we need--
- Don't you ever call this number again!
I'm going to Wendy's, what you want?
- Chicken sandwich.
- Okay, you want the grilled
one or the fried one?
- Grilled.
- Okay.
- Oh, fuck it, fried.
- Okay, you on a diet?
- Fuck it.
- I'll just get you the combo
and a Frosty for that lip.
- Thanks, Ma.
- Mmhmm, I'll put it on your tab.
- Okay.
I wait such a long time
Such a long time
How does it feel
That you are not mine
When I was sunshine
Almost every night
How does it feel
- B33 to counter seven,
please, B33 to counter seven
- Fuck!
- Hello?
- Jolene, you gotta tell me
what the fuck is going on.
- What the fuck are you talking about?
- Yeah, like you don't know.
- No, and you
have a lot of fucking nerve
even calling me after what you did.
- Oh, get off it, Jolene, oh,
what did you expect when you--
Forget that, I'm sorry.
Listen, somebody broke into my apartment,
covered the place in
smiley face stickers and--
- Are you high?
- Listen, somebody poured
sugar in the gas tank
and told me to have a nice day.
- You know what, Clint,
I don't give a fuck.
I'm done with you, I've been
thinking, and we're done,
finished, don't call me anymore.
- Do you even know what
I'm going through here?
- I don't give a shit,
bitch, don't call me!
- Jolene, Jolene!
- Did you have a nice day?
- What the fuck did you say to me?
- I asked did you have a nice day?
- You did this?
You fucked up my car?
- Stay the fuck away from Jolene.
- Jolene?
Jolene is my girlfriend.
- Fuck you, you fucking
piece of shit, fuck you.
- Did you hear what Huckleberry did?
He totally broke into Clint's
house and beat the crap
out of him.
- Marie Golden to
the principal's office.
- Have a seat, Marie.
- That's not my name, that
hasn't been my name for six years
Did you know the entire
time that you've known me
at this school, that
has never been my name?
- Sit down.
There are some interesting
rumors circulating about you.
- So?
- Anything you want to tell me?
- Not particularly.
- What's your relationship
to Clinton Sloane?
- There is none.
- Marie.
- Huckleberry, if we were
friends, which we are not,
you could call me Huck.
- So defiant.
- With all due respect,
Principal Anderson,
you can call me Mr. Golden from now on.
- Last chance to tell me what happened
or you're suspended pending investigation.
- Is that even a thing?
- Oh it is, if I say it is.
- I have nothing to say to you.
- Last chance, Miss Golden.
- Fuck you.
- Well then.
Huck.
You're suspended for a week
for cursing at your principal.
- Great, is that it?
- Get the fuck out of my office.
- Huck.
- 'Sup.
- Nothing much, you wanna tell me
why you went crazy and
tried to kill Clint?
- Who told you that?
- Everyone's talking about it.
Erin said she heard you
broke into his apartment.
- Heard from who?
- Wow, I don't see you denying it.
- Yo, I heard you just beat
Clint's ass, that's awesome.
- How is that awesome?
- Because he sucks.
- All right, let's just
drop it, y'all, please.
- What happened?
- Nothing, okay, I was waiting for the bus
and Clint got off and came
after me so I socked him.
Missed the bus, end of story.
- So you were just nowhere
near where you lived
waiting for a bus.
Where was your truck?
- Rick's truck wasn't available.
- Where were you going?
- Hey, man, told you what
happened, just leave it alone.
- That's it.
- Whatever.
- Don't you want a ride?
- Nah, I think I'll just take the bus.
Lay low, Huck.
- Lay low, Huck, that is some dumb shit.
That's all they do, I mean,
what's Clint gonna do anyways,
brag about getting his ass beat by a--
I'm just saying, he's not
gonna brag about getting
his ass beat and cokeheads
don't go to the cops anyway
so you good, bro.
- What about Jolene?
- What about her?
You are Huckleberry Golden, all right?
Chicks get wet about that
fighting for their honor shit.
- I don't know.
- Well, shit, I do, I'm getting
wet just thinking about it.
Nah, look, anyways, swing by tonight,
and don't stress this shit,
man, you good, all right?
- Okay, sure.
- All right.
Get home safe.
- You too.
- What?
- Hey.
Hey, Jolene.
- What the fuck do you want?
- Look, I don't know what--
- Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?
- I did it for you, I would
do anything to protect you.
- I don't need some chick
to fight my battles for me.
- I'm not some chick.
- Huckleberry.
I gotta go.
- He doesn't deserve you.
- And you do?
- Yes, I--
I'd die for you, Jolene.
- Huckleberry, what the heck?
You all right?
- I'm fine.
- What was that?
- Nothing.
- All right, well, you want me
to make you something to eat?
- No thanks, I'm good.
- Cook you a burger?
- No, Rick.
- Cut up that pie for you.
- I'm fine.
- All right.
- What time is it?
- Mmm.
- Man, I got shit to do,
all right, I gotta go.
- All right, see you.
Wait.
She'll come around,
dude, just play it cool.
- You're right.
You think Lavon is pissed?
- Who gives a shit?
- All right.
Later, I'll see you.
- All right, see you.
- What do you think?
You think Huckleberry'll
call me back, bear?
- Fuck you!
- Huck, get up, Huck,
Huck, Huck, wake up, Huck,
wake up, Huck, hey, hey!
Help me, help me, please!
Wake up, Huck!
Somebody help me, please!
Somebody help please!
Somebody please!
- Okay, son.
Why don't you just make
this easy on yourself
and tell me exactly what happened?
- I was watching TV and I heard a scream
so I ran outside and then
I looked down the back
and he's lying there, bleeding.
- He.
- Huckleberry was lying there bleeding.
- Okay.
So do you know of anyone
that would have wanted
to hurt your friend?
- I don't know man.
- You know what, I would
think hard if I were you.
Hey.
- Clint, maybe.
- Okay, so who is Clint?
- Clint is Jolene's
boyfriend, he's a dirt bag,
you know, him and Huck had beef.
- So does this Clint have a last name?
- Piece of shit asshole, he
drives a stupid ass Camaro
and he lives down the shady
fucking apartments on Main,
man, you know which one I'm talking about.
- I found a pager, she
just received a text
from one Jolene Graham.
- Now would that be our Jolene?
- Look, man, can I get
to the hospital now?
- Nah, nah, I don't think
so, I think I want to take
a few minutes and go
visit this Clint fella.
You just need to show me
exactly where he lives.
- Can I at least get a shirt?
- Oh yeah, sure man, we'll
go to the police station
lost and found afterwards,
how's that sound?
- You sure about that, boss?
- Aw come on, what the hell?
Detectives are here, they've
got their hands full.
We'll have a little fun,
it'll only take a few minutes.
- Sheriff's office.
What happened here?
Oh, and don't forget to
bring me some evidence bags.
- I didn't even do anything.
- I don't want to hear
it, just get in the car.
- Look, I don't even
know that crazy bitch.
- I could fuck you up right now.
- See?
It was a productive trip anyways.
I mean, why let the detectives
have all the fun, huh?
- You were right.
- Let that be a lesson to you,
son, let that be a lesson.
Okay, boys, you ready?
Let's go.
- Who is it?
- Jolene,
phone for you, it's
your fucking boyfriend.
- I ain't got no fucking boyfriend.
- Just get the damn phone.
We got you an extra line
so I wouldn't have to deal
with this shit, make sure
he calls that next time.
- There won't be a next time.
- This was sitting on the stoop for you.
A thank you would be nice.
- Thank you, Ma.
- What do you want?
- Hey, look, I need your help.
- Are you fucking kidding me?
- Look, they think I attacked
that dyke Huckleberry last night.
They won't let me leave,
they wanna hear it all again.
- What are you talking about?
- You don't know?
- Know what?
- Apparently somebody, I don't know who,
attacked her last night, she's in a coma
or maybe dead or something, I don't know.
- What do you mean, maybe dead?
- I don't know, look, the cops
are trying to pin this shit
on me, and I need you to tell
them that you were with me
at my apartment last night, just us.
- I ain't doing that shit.
- Jolene, look, I promise you, okay,
I'm fucking begging you here.
I need you to do this for me.
For us.
- Mr. Golden, I'm sorry, but
I'm gonna have to ask you
a few questions about your
daughter, Huckleberry,
is that her given name
or is that a nickname?
- First of all,
Huckleberry's my foster kid.
Me and my ex brought
him in a few years back
and my last name's Stevens, not Golden.
- Oh.
My bad.
- They also told me,
the social worker did,
to call him he instead of she, but I guess
his birth mother helped
him change it a while back.
- Is the mother around, maybe
we should talk with her.
- They told me she died.
- I see, and his given name?
- I heard people say Marie a few times,
but I never really asked about it.
And honestly I don't know who
Huckleberry hangs out with
or what he gets into.
Huckleberry just pretty
much takes care of himself.
That do it for you?
- That's fine, Rick, we'll be in touch.
Let's go talk to that Jolene girl.
Come on.
- Sounds good.
- Jolene, are you sure you
want to present this today?
Okay.
- For our project,
Huckleberry wanted to show us
a glimpse of beauty.
That's often overlooked.
- Jolene.
You have to understand,
I did this for you.
I would do anything to keep you safe.
You can't let guys like
Clint get away with it.
- I was taking care of it.
- Jolene, this officer
would like to speak with you.
- I love you.
- I'm gonna need that tape.
Thank you.
- What's that asshole got
you mixed up in, Jolene?
- Nothing.
- What have I told you about him?
- Mom, please, I really
don't want to hear it.
- Well, you're gonna hear
it, I'm not gonna sit by
and watch you waste your
life on someone like him.
- Well I'm not with him.
- You just talked to him this morning.
- So?
- Jolene, you need to hear this.
- God.
- I'm sorry your father is dead.
- The fuck, why
would you even bring that up?
- I'm sorry he's dead, he was an okay dad
but he was a fucking asshole
to me and you know it.
- Oh God.
- And divorcing him
was the best thing I ever did.
- Jesus Christ, Ma,
what the fuck are you even talking about?
- All I want for you
is to find someone who'll treat you right.
Not to waste your life like I did.
I didn't mean that.
- Uh huh.
- Jolene, get back in the car.
- No, I'm walking home.
- Dammit.
- Screw it.
- Hello?
- Hey, Jolene, it's Lavon.
- Hey, have you heard
anything about Huckleberry?
- No, just whatever they
announced in school.
- Oh, okay.
- So have you spoken with Clint at all?
- Why do you care what he says?
- I know, I'm just trying
to wrap my head around this.
What did the cops say to you?
- Lavon, I really can't
handle this shit right now.
- Look, I just need to figure this out.
- Goddammit.
Clint says he ain't done it, okay,
but he also told me to lie to the cops
about where he is so you tell me.
- Do you believe him?
- I don't think so, I.
- I mean, let's be honest,
he wasn't the only person
that hated Huckleberry in this town.
- You know what, Lavon, I
really can't handle this shit
right now, okay?
- All right, all right, I'm sorry.
I'll see you in class.
- Hey.
- What do you want for the 64?
- Man, I can get a hundred for that, easy.
- I'll give you 20 bucks and a line.
- Nah, man, I need more than that.
- 10 bucks and a line, final offer.
- Fine.
- Shit.
- Open up.
We have a warrant for your arrest.
- Come on, we gotta get
rid of that shit, Clint.
- Open the door now.
- Clint!
- On the count of five.
Coming in, five, go, go, go, now.
Clint Sloane, we have a
warrant for your arrest.
- So you know the drug,
you stay there, don't move,
don't move.
- You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will--
- Hey, hey, hey, watch
his face, that's evidence.
- Anything you say can and
will be used against you
in a court of law, you have
the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford an attorney,
one will be provided for
you, do you understand?
- Got it, okay, good, nice job.
Bring 'em in, put your
hands behind your back,
now, now, now, now!
Just go.
- Want some help?
- It's okay, I got it.
These places don't know
what they're doing.
- You've done this before?
- Yeah.
My dad was in a place like this.
After his accident.
- Is Huck coming to?
- What?
- Relax, just relax.
Go get the nurse.
- Where am I?
- You're awake.
You're okay.
- Huckleberry was talking, yeah, yeah.
All right, Rick, I'll
see you here soon, okay?
All right, bye.
- Yes.
- Hello?
- Yeah, man, 'sup?
Huck just got out of the coma.
- That's great.
All right, so I guess I'll
be there as soon as I can.
- Yeah, all right, bye.
- Yeah, later.
- Huck came out of the coma.
- That's great.
- Yeah.
- Do you want a ride to the hospital?
- After this game.
- Okay.
- Once you're done cheating at the game.
- Huckleberry.
I need to tell you something.
I know now probably isn't the best time.
- It's fine, you can tell me anything.
- I need to tell you
what happened that day
that you picked me up.
- So how long have you known?
- I just took the test this morning.
- You're sure?
- I know how to read a pregnancy test.
- Well you
didn't take a second one?
- It doesn't matter.
I'm really late.
- What the fuck, Jolene?
- What the fuck yourself?
- So what are you gonna do?
- I don't know.
- Well, you have to have it.
- I don't have to do anything.
- Goddammit, Jolene, you know,
you're such a fucking
idiot, you know that?
- I don't know that I
want to have your kid.
- Well then get the fuck out of my car.
- Get the fuck off me!
Fuck you!
- Are you still pregnant?
It's gonna be okay.
- Did you hear the news?
- What?
- That girl.
She's out of the coma.
Isn't that great?
- That is wonderful news, yes.
- Okay.
See you later.
- Dad!
Dad, we were just.
- Studying for a play.
- What?
- Dad, no, Dad--
- I'm gonna kill you.
- Stop!
- I'm gonna kill you!
- Stop!
- What were you just doing?
- We were doing nothing.
- You were not just doing nothing.
- Daddy.
- Why are you not dressed?
- I am dressed.
- You are not dressed.
What the hell is going on?
- You are overreacting.
- I am not overreacting.
That is a girl, that is a girl!
- Huck.
You're awake.
- Hey man.
- The cops are outside
waiting to talk to you.
- Yeah, we know, dude.
- I'm ready.
Come on in.
- How are you feeling?
- Got a massive headache,
but otherwise I'm okay.
- Can we make this brief, officers?
- Sure, all right, then, let's get to it.
Why don't you tell us what you remember
from the night of the attack?
- Okay.
I was leaving Will's
house and I was walking
down the path and someone
in a ski mask attacked me.
- Did they say anything to you?
- No, they just came
up and all of a sudden
was swinging at me with a tire iron.
- Then what happened?
- I managed to pull off his mask
and that's the last thing
I saw before I blacked out.
- So you saw him?
- Wait, wait, wait,
did you see who it was?
- Clint Sloane.
- Are you sure it was Clint, Huck?
- Dude, what is your problem?
- He's just asking a question.
- Huckleberry, if your
story's being coerced,
now is the time to tell us.
- All right, now, let's
just settle down, okay?
- Are you sure that it
was Clint that you saw?
- I'm positive, it's etched in my mind.
- That's good enough for me,
unless you have some questions.
- I'm good.
- Good, thank you.
- Can we have a minute alone?
- All right, come on, let's
leave Huck alone for a minute.
- You know, I can always tell
when you're lying, Huckleberry
- You don't know how it is.
- Oh I don't, really?
Okay, Huck, take care of yourself.
I hope she's worth it.
- I heard what you said.
- That wasn't for your ears.
- Hey, don't come back here anymore, man.
- Go fuck yourself, bro.
- Don't worry about him, dude,
he doesn't know what happened.
- What happened?
- What happened is what you said happened.
Clint attacked you, twice.
Once at the bus stop and
then again with the tire iron
at the path.
That's what happened, he was just jealous
'cause you took his girl.
- You believe that?
- Yes I do, everybody
knows that's what happened.
Me, Jolene, everyone.
- Okay.
- How you holding up?
- Can we just cut to the chase?
- Clinton, as you know, this plea bargain
comes with strings attached.
- What strings?
- First and foremost,
you absolutely cannot
violate the restraining order put in place
by Jolene Graham, you cannot
call or have any correspondence
with her at all.
- But she needs to know the truth.
- Clinton, I'm explaining
the plea bargain to you,
okay, this is non negotiable.
- So what's the plea?
- Five years with the
possibility of parole
after three years.
- Or?
- Or we can go to trial with myself
or another public defender.
If you're found guilty,
you're most likely looking
at 20 years for attempted
murder plus the drug charges.
- What about the three months
I've already been in here?
- Counts as time served.
It's a good plea bargain,
I've fought hard for it.
Frankly, you're lucky it's on the table.
Don't think either party
wants this to go to trial.
- What about the hair
that was in the ski mask
that didn't match mine?
- Honestly, yeah, it doesn't matter,
they got your prints on the weapon
and a positive ID from the victim.
It is what it is.
- This is bullshit.
- It's a good deal.
- Just give me the pen.
- Great.
- A full stop.
- What?
- I came to a full stop.
- That's good.
- Have you?
- Yes.
- Good.
- Hey baby.
- Hey.
How was work?
- Work was work.
But now I'm here, with you.
And you.
- Daddy's home.