Mickey and the Bear (2019) Movie Script
1
- Hank, breakfast!
Hank!
I'll get my shoes on.
- He's getting hitched, man.
I swear to god, he's got
a ring and everything.
I mean, fuck the colon cancer.
He's still built like a brick
shit house.
And I said, "Billy, man, how
long have you know this girl?"
And he goes, "Brother, two days,
"and by god, that's all I
needed."
- You gotta be kidding
me.
- I ain't lyin', man, I swear to
god.
You, um, you wearin' my clothes
now?
- Sorry.
- No, it's alright.
It looks good, guys,
let's wrap this up now.
- So, how much this time?
- Don't worry about it.
Long as you're doin' the
drivin'.
- Until next time, Hank.
- I'll be waitin'.
Sheriff.
- Hank.
- I quit.
- Did you?
Must be the slag pile then, huh?
- You think you
smell so fuckin' awesome?
Don't worry if I write
rhymes, I write checks
Difficult, icult, icult
I write checks
Opening my books I've read,
dreaming on the Cadillac
I wonder why you
pushed me on the front
While you stayed on the
back, they jump all around me
They're screaming when
they're next to me
It's difficult, icult,
icult, icult, icult
Sorry, I don't know what to
say
I'm ruining everything you
make
Maybe I don't feel comfortable
When all the lights are set on
me
I tried, it's too hard, I
just wanna leave and hide
That's why I'm difficult,
icult, icult, icult, icult
Okay, I don't wanna set a
trend
If my chorus are not catchy
enough, don't listen to them
I just wanna be fine with
no troubles on my mind
So I'm difficult, icult,
icult, icult, icult
Bring the bass here,
swallow and dry up the tears
Life is too good, I
don't wanna live in fear
That's why I scream at the
world
I'm not trying to be the best
So don't worry if I write
rhymes, cause I write checks
- Alright, let me see.
Oh, that's an inbred rabbit, at
best.
- It's a freakin' three-point.
- Oh, yeah?
Is that even legal?
- Whatever.
- My god.
- Scare you?
- No.
- Got you somethin'.
- Yeah?
What is it?
- It's from the heart, it's a
surprise.
- You're a fuckin' perv.
- What?
- No.
- It's gonna look so good
on you, wear it, tonight.
- I'm going to class, okay?
- Alright, let me get a kiss
goodbye.
- Ew, Aron!
It's real silk.
- Hm.
How difficult, icult,
icult, icult, icult
Okay, I don't wanna set a
trend
If my chorus are not catchy
enough, don't listen to them
I just wanna be fine with
no troubles on my mind
So I'm difficult, icult,
icult, icult, icult
Don't worry if I write
rhymes, I write checks
Don't worry if I write
rhymes, I write checks
- Think you can take it,
brother?
You have no idea.
Hey, where's my...
Ah, fuck.
Fuckin' hate this game.
- So don't play it.
- Oh, where'd you get to be so
fresh?
- Where'd you think?
- Hey, come here.
- Ow!
Dad, stop, my brain's in there.
- Hey, here.
Burger a la Mickey.
Here, you can use the remote.
- What are you doing?
- I'll hold onto these
considering you quit and all.
- If you need cash, just ask.
That's all I got.
- I'm just fuckin' with you.
You should've seen your
face, it was priceless.
- Can I get one of those?
- ID?
Happy birthday.
- I know how to make you
come, huh?
- Stop.
Stop.
- No.
Come on.
- No.
- Show it to our kids.
- What kids?
- You know, my dad gave
me a promotion yesterday.
- You're thinking about
your dad right now?
- I'm thinking about us.
I'm big-league now, Mickey.
Five figures.
New engine for the whip.
I'll get a big ol' motorcycle.
And put you and the babies on
it.
Take you for a ride.
Sound good?
Happy birthday, baby.
- Aron.
Alright, you gotta leave
soon.
- What if I went with you guys
tonight?
- Stop it, Aron.
You didn't.
- All gone.
- Grow the fuck up.
- What're you doing, where are
you going?
- Oh, what, you think
my dad's gonna come home
and not notice that his
fucking Oxy's missing?
- He'll get more.
- Give me the bottle, Aron.
- "Give me the bottle, Aron!"
- Give me the fuckin' bottle.
I'm sorry.
- Is that Hank?
- Oh, fuck.
Hi, Dad.
- Mr. Peck.
- What's up, Aron?
- We're almost done, Dad.
- It's alright, take your
time.
Hey, sweetheart, did you, um...
- Hm?
- Have you seen what I did with
the, uh...
- Oh, uh...
Last night, you...
I'll get you a refill tomorrow.
- Yeah, okay.
- See ya.
- Bye, Aron!
What y'all dressed up for?
- Uh...
It's my birthday.
Remember?
- Had you goin' there, didn't I,
huh?
Happy birthday!
Where are you takin' me?
He's like four teakettles
in, okay, and he comes up
with this idea, he's like,
PVC pipe on the back, right?
So he shimmies up, and
he's on the top of this--
- Here's your ticket.
- No, no, no, I got it.
No need, no need.
- Don't you wanna look at it
first?
- There you go, Christie, thank
you.
- Wow.
Thanks for dinner, Dad.
- So what're you gonna do now
you're a full-blown adult?
- I'll get a bunch of tattoos,
get a husband, get fat.
- Knock yourself out, baby.
- Hey, you didn't say
anything about my dress.
Do you like it?
- Sure.
- Well, it's Mum's.
- Mm, yeah, look at that.
Look at that.
- Surprised it fit.
- Yep, I'm not havin' this
conversation.
- What conversation?
- Reminiscin'.
- I'm not reminiscing, I'm just
talking.
- Baby, please.
- I think Aron wants to marry
me.
He's talking about getting a
house.
- You want dessert?
- He got a promotion.
- I really want dessert.
I should've asked for dessert
before I got the check.
- Would you miss me?
- Baby.
I don't care what you do, I
mean,
'cause the truth is, one day
you're gonna forget about me.
Okay?
That's just the way it is.
So, more importantly,
do you want cake or not?
- You wouldn't miss me at all?
- Jesus Christ, baby.
I don't give a shit.
- Pardon me, folks.
- Yeah?
- This card declined.
- No.
No no no, that's impossible,
you just wanna run that again?
- I did, three times.
- Look, Christie, I just
deposited 275 on that today.
- I'm sorry.
- 275.
- Do you have another card?
- Look, okay, you see that?
Look, strip.
Super crinkled, you
gotta straighten it out,
and it should be fine.
- I'm gonna
give you guys a few minutes
to figure this out.
- 275, hon.
- Dad, I have my wallet--
- Mickey, know when to
shut the fuck up, okay?
Listen.
When I say go, I want you to
run, okay?
- What?
- Go.
Woo!
That was fuckin' awesome, baby!
- Slow down!
- The feds come after
us, I'm givin' you up.
I'm givin' you up, baby.
- Dad, Louie.
- What?
- Louie.
Whisky ditch.
If loving you is a
crime then give me time
'Cause I'll always be guilty
Sometimes I feel like I'm on
trial
For lovin' you too much, child
You're the judge and
the jury of my peers
If it's time for me to
talk, Lord, listen here
'Cause if you don't want me
To steal your pretty little
heart
Then lock me up and keep us
both apart
And if I ever, they let me go
Have no fear
I will do the same thing over
again
So if loving you is a
crime then give me time
'Cause I'll always be guilty
Lord have mercy
I stand before you
A condemned man
Because I had
A deliberate plan
To steal your heart
Oh, your love away
But I got caught
What can I say
I'm guilty
So guilty
Woo, Lord, guilty
But I know now
If they let me go
Have no fear
I will do the same thing over
again
- Maybe I'm gonna cash out the
house.
And then we'll take over the
show.
'Cause Jerry's gonna die at some
point and
I'll just sell off the
shares and we could,
good people, but we'll
get a, we'll get a ranch,
up by Georgetown.
Then we'll take some
vacations and we'll go to, um,
Niagara Falls.
What do you say?
You wanna go to Niagara Falls?
This is, um...
This is yours.
Mickey, I'm so fuckin' proud of
you.
You know I've been
settin' aside those, uh,
social security checks for Mom.
- Yeah, I know.
- It ain't much, but it's
somethin'.
Sometimes you just lose track of
time.
You just lose track of time,
honey.
- Yeah.
- Hey.
You ain't really gonna leave me
for that chickenshit Aron, are
ya?
- I'm not going anywhere.
Dad?
Dad!
- Are you Vanessa?
- Mickey.
Hank's my dad.
Are you head doctor?
- Unfortunately, head
psychiatrist.
That's all the same
difference around here.
- But you're not my dad's
doctor?
- No, I'm not, he just sees
McGinly.
- Right.
Well, I just need to get a
prescription refilled for my
dad.
The one for his leg, he
ran out a few days early.
- He ran out?
- Yeah.
You know, 'cause of the cold?
Usually this time of year,
it gets worse than normal.
- Did he bring this up to
McGinly?
- Yeah, but I mean,
McGinly's all in one
ear and out the other.
- You know, I taught at UVM.
- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hm.
Have you decided where you're
goin' yet?
- Nowhere, just here.
Look, I could pay the
difference, if you'd like.
Between now and his next
dose, it's not a problem.
- Where is your father now?
- Home, probably.
- Look, Mickey, I would
love to help you if I could.
- Well, why can't you?
- It's a federal offense.
I'm afraid you and your father
are just gonna have to wait.
Be grateful there's only 30 days
in April.
- Did you know that some days
I can't even get him to eat?
Did you know that?
You know what?
This was stupid.
- You know, Mickey, if you
ever need someone to talk to.
- None of you even give a shit,
you're all fuckin' robots.
- Okay, that's enough.
- Let me ask you something.
What would you do if your
boyfriend
took all your dad's pills, huh?
You know Hank.
Do you think Hank off his
Oxy is a pretty sight?
Oh, no.
No, you have no fucking idea.
- Just make sure she's
not your cousin this time.
- I held her waist once, that's
it.
- One time, are you sure about
that?
Just the waist now?
Are you sure?
- Oh, why don't you
check Los Angeles, Church?
- Yo, Annacompton for life, son.
Born, bred and buried, you know
it.
- Alright, yo,
what about you, Mickey?
- Hm?
Oh, I don't know, probably
just the same as Aron.
- Alright, now give us a little
smile.
I need teeth.
I'm not sure what you're
channeling here.
Okay, you don't smile, I don't
get paid.
Next!
- I'm gonna die a
little bit halfway through.
- Yeah?
As long as you make it
about, I'll say halfway,
then you're not gonna die.
Give me a sec.
Hey!
Are you not staying?
- Oh, I was just passing
by on my way home.
- I've never
seen you pass by before.
Don't you live up Cable Road?
- How come you know where I
live?
- Well, I'm actually a London
spy.
I'm kinda like James Bond, you
know?
Well, anyway, you gotta stay
now,
because the away side has
more of a crowd than we do.
- Well, my being here's not
gonna help you win, so--
- That's where you're wrong.
The Copperheads are only
as good as their fans and
that's kinda why we suck.
- Let's hear it for your
hometown Copperheads.
- He's cute, huh?
- Who?
- The new kid.
Hashtag, things I would do
if I wasn't a Christian.
- And engaged.
- And...
- Fuck off.
- Three months.
- Swear?
- Swear, it's the size of a
kumquat.
- That's real fuckin' Christian
of you.
- On my mark!
Set!
- I got a boyfriend, you know.
- I know.
See you around.
- Sorry I'm late, Don had me
close up.
Dad?
Dad!
Dad?
Dad!
Dad?
Dad, wake up.
You're okay, Dad?
Dad!
You're okay, you're okay.
Oh, Dad.
Alright, throw up here.
Here you go.
Alright.
Over the sink.
Hey, I got it, I got it.
Sorry.
Okay.
If loving you is a crime
Then give me time
'Cause I'll always be guilty
- No, don't stop.
Keep goin'.
Sometimes I feel like I'm on
trial
For loving you too much, child
- I love you, V.
- Several crews,
including Hilight Fire,
Bosmont Fire and the Galacar
Sheriff's Office responded
to the scene, they were able
to get that fire under control
in less than an hour, Assistant
Fire Chief at Hilight...
- I just wanted to thank
all of you for coming.
My kids are my greatest
achievement.
And we are so proud of...
- Take care.
- Hey, is there a
bathroom?
- Mickey?
Mickey, did you leave this in my
office?
- No.
- Huh, well, maybe you can tell
me
why there's a blank missing
from my prescription pad.
Did Hank send you down here?
- No.
Okay? He doesn't know anything
about this.
- Okay.
My next patient is not till two,
and we're gonna go get lunch.
It's either that or I call
the cops, it's your choice.
How long have you guys--
- We really have to talk about
this?
- Yeah, we do.
- This isn't your job.
- It's my job to protect my
patients.
- Well, he's not your patient.
Alright, look.
I fucked up.
Alright?
Nothing to do with Hank.
- This is too much for a kid.
- Yeah, well, he's my dad.
So...
- I agree with what
you said the other day.
These days, doctors,
they don't give a shit.
I'll talk to McGinly, your
dad will be taken care of.
- I don't need your help.
- It's done, Mickey.
I'll trade you.
The room reeks of rose.
Thank you.
- My mom used to wear this
smell.
Isn't it a little late for that?
- Where you been?
- Work.
- You got dinner?
Seriously?
- What?
- You know I don't eat this
shit.
- The fuck, since when?
- Are you wearin'
perfume?
- No.
- What's up, sexy?
- Stop it.
- Huh?
Who're you tryin' to impress?
- I'm not.
- Who're you tryin' to
impress, I hope it's working.
- Goodnight.
- Hey, come here, come here,
come here.
Where you goin'?
- I told you, I'm tired.
- From what?
From what?
Why you tired?
- The fuck do you think?
- It's really pretty,
sweetheart.
- I'm gonna go shower.
- Okay.
Just don't use up all the hot
water.
- You're givin' it
some serious
Robert Durst in this one.
- Who's that?
- Just a sweet old man who
murdered his wife, his friend,
his nextdoor neighbor.
- Okay, I get it.
- Actually, uh...
This one's not too bad.
Can I have this one?
- Well, give me one of yours.
- I'm afraid this kind of
pageantry doesn't exist in the
UK.
- So why were you in line that
day?
- Curious.
May I take a photo?
- I guess.
- Yeah?
Thank you.
And I'll, uh, just, so
we're quits, you know?
Now we're square.
- Alright.
What kinda music is that?
- I can show you.
If you'd like.
- This is really good.
- Thanks.
- Wait, this is you?
- You seem surprised.
- Yeah, well, are you fucking
kidding me?
This is really good.
- No, it's nothing, it's--
- You could go to school for
this.
- I hope San Francisco
Conservatory thinks so too.
- No shit.
- I find out next week.
- Good luck.
- Here you go.
- Thanks.
- Let's find a way
for this not to be disastrous.
- What the fuck?
- What's good?
- Stop!
- Why are you ghosting me?
- I was passing out.
- Are you serious?
Damn.
Alright.
- Aron!
- No!
- No, come here!
- What?
- Give me five minutes.
- Five minutes for real?
- Mm-hm.
- I'm counting, now.
- Five minutes.
- One.
- Okay.
- Two.
- Stop.
- Goin' out?
- Yeah, there's a party out by
the lake.
- Alright.
Mm.
Okay.
Why do you smoke?
I hate it when you smoke.
Don't you wanna live?
- No, Dad, I wanna die.
- Mm.
What're you doin'?
Why're you stayin' here, I
thought you were goin'
somewhere?
- Dad.
- I thought you were goin'
somewhere?
- Dad!
- Alright.
Love ya!
- Did your mom fuckin'
freak out?
- I haven't told my mom yet.
- What?
- I've not told anybody.
- You're gonna get
kicked out of church for sure.
- Move out with me.
- And do what, babysit
your fucking kumquat?
- Hey, it's a plum this
week.
- Boo!
- Fuck!
- Yo, come on, I wanna show you
something.
- I'm not watching you piss.
- I wanna play a song for you.
- Go listen to his song.
- Alright, I'll be right back.
- Check this out.
Put it to the test
once you get it poppin'
Keep it from the rest
once you get it poppin'
Best stick before you mess
once you get it poppin'
Once we pop corks,
there ain't no stoppin'
Put it to the test
once you get it poppin'
- Shh.
- I didn't say anything.
Stop.
- Just a minute.
- Stop it.
- One minute.
- No, no!
- Fucking tease.
- Why?
'Cause I don't wanna suck your
dick every second of my life?
- You can't take one for the
team?
- Don't ever touch me like that
again.
- Mickey, yo, what are you
doing?
Put it to the test
once you get it poppin'
- Mickey, wait up, yo!
- Fuck you!
- I'm sorry!
- Mickey.
Do you think it's too much?
- No, I think it's good.
- This came for you.
- Do it!
- Yeah?
- Do it.
- Should I Vogue it?
- Do it!
- Should I Vogue it?
- Go!
You look like a mermaid.
So who else have you told?
- You're the first.
Besides my mom.
- Well, you're gonna go, aren't
you?
- I might.
- You might?
- Yeah, I might, I might not.
- Give me one reason you
wouldn't go.
- I might be shit, for one.
- Well, you got in, so
that takes care of that.
- Yeah, well let me finish.
I can't drive, you know,
I can't drive and--
- Well, you can
peddle yourself on your bike.
- Yeah, well that's a long
peddle.
- Well, you've got long
legs.
- I'm 5' 10" at best.
But yeah, I see the sentiment.
- You're really doin' it, huh?
- I wouldn't go that far.
Do you ever think about it?
Leaving Montana.
Are you thinking about it?
- I might've gotten in
someplace.
- Yeah?
Where's that, then?
- It's on the
west coast, like San Diego.
- San Diego.
Are you gonna go?
- I don't know.
I got a scholarship,
but I gotta figure out
the rest of the tuition
and shit like that.
And, um, you know, see how
stuff with my dad pans out.
- So, why there?
- Well, I've never seen the
ocean.
- We'll both be out west.
I think maybe we should,
uh, we should go together.
What?
What?
You can't just laugh.
- We're gonna go
to the west coast together?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
- West side.
- Yeah, okay.
- Well, I
could, I could bike you.
- Yeah?
- Yeah!
Well, I'd put you on my
handlebars, and we'd go
straight,
and maybe take a few lefts and
rights,
and sooner or later we'll get
there.
- Will we share a bunk bed?
- No, no no no.
There's a single bed, but you
could sleep under the bed.
- Would I get a pillow?
- You'd get a pillow.
And a duvet.
I'm no monster.
- Fuck.
- Ticket whenever
you have a chance, Jackie.
Thank you.
- If it isn't Doc Watkins.
- Hey, Hank.
- Hey, have a drink with me.
Come on, one more.
- Sure.
- That a girl!
Jackie.
- How you been, Hank?
- Oh, I'm fan-fuckin'-tastic.
- Door's always open.
- Mm, is it really?
I'm fine, thanks.
- Suit yourself.
You gonna march in the
parade again this year?
- I always do.
- Good.
- You notice a lot of these guys
just don't fit in the uniform
anymore.
- Yeah, they sure don't.
- You know?
It's funny, what the Marine
Corps taught me is you wake up
every morning and you make
your bed every fuckin' day.
If the good lord turns over
a card up there, then...
So be it, you know?
- I wish I could've helped you,
Hank.
- Didn't ask for your help, Doc.
Hey, no.
- Can I give you a ride home?
- Mm-mm.
Did you think I wouldn't find
out
that you talked to my daughter?
I mean, it's a small town.
- She was having trouble with
one of your prescriptions.
I helped her out, is that
against the law?
- I know you like to help people
out,
but let me give you some help.
- Okay.
- Man to man.
- Yeah, nobody buys your sch--
- Ah, you are the man in
the relationship, right?
- Not me, not your
daughter, and not even you.
- Do you have kids?
- It's only a matter of time
before she gets as sick of it as
you are.
No more.
- You gotta shut up about
things you don't understand.
Alright?
Stay the fuck away from my
daughter.
- You have a good night.
- You feel like helping?
- Not really.
- What the fuck?
- What, what?
What'd I do?
- No, Dad, it's freezing!
Dad, stop!
What's wrong with you,
it's fucking freezing!
Dad, stop.
- Hey, guys, hello?
Everyone, settle down.
Alright, take out your copies of
Night.
We're gonna be looking at
the passage on page 106.
The exam next week is on
silence versus speech.
Be sure to check your study
guide.
That drop gon' make the wave
Weaving through the weaves
just to get to better pastures
Leaving memories that I
have of course, laughin'
Splashin', dashin', drip,
drippin' with a passion
Minor actions in a gentlemanly
passion
- You okay to close up?
- Yeah, I'm all good.
My country 'tis of thee,
sweet land of liberty
How come I cannot see my
future within your arms
Your love, it turns me
down into the autumn ground
My conscience bleeding
me I will not stand up
At the Salvation Army making
us all stand in a line
While Mommy and Daddy make up
And try to make up their mind
I will shout at them when
those histories mention my name
If only I could forget the
memories locked there again
We got our own hell
And what am I supposed to
say to those other guys
- Thank you.
- Hey.
- Hey, Mickey.
- How's it all goin'?
- 18 signatures, but
it's early.
- I could sign, if you want.
- Great.
- Yeah?
- I'm Leslee, by the way.
- Wyatt.
- Hey, nice to meet you.
- Oh, I picked you these.
- Where did you get
huckleberries this time of year?
- Could I try one?
- Oh, please.
Yeah, yeah.
- Stop.
- What?
- Six.
- Six, of course.
Five and one.
- So you just take it like this.
- You're supposed to spit it
out?
- Mm-hm.
- 10!
Nine!
Eight!
Seven!
We have a winner!
- Woo!
Hey, Mick!
Hey, did you see that?
I crushed that kid into the
damn dirt, huh?
You lookin' at?
- Dad, this is Wyatt.
- Hey, where's Aron?
- Wyatt, this is my
dad.
- Nice to meet you.
- Whoa.
What is that accent, man, where
you from?
No, hold on, don't fuckin'
tell me, hold on a second.
Let me guess it, uh...
Oh, fuck, just tell me, man.
- The UK.
- UK?
What're you doin' in
our neck of the woods?
- Well, my mom's from
Bute.
- I feel so cultural right now.
Wyatt, that's what you said your
name is?
- Wyatt.
- Wyatt.
- Listen, we saw
you crush it over there.
I mean, you put up a hell of a
fight.
- Yeah?
Yeah, you thought that was good,
you should've seen me in the
second Battle of Felucia.
- Alright, we're
gonna--
- So what, um, you guys
know each from school?
- Yeah, we're in
the same English class.
- Oh, no kidding, you're
study partners, huh?
Yeah, well my daughter, you
know, she's a smart cookie.
You know, but you already
knew that, right, Wyatt?
- She puts us all to shame.
- Yeah, I'll bet.
So where are you guys
headed, to the library?
- We was actually
gonna go to my auntie.
She's making us some chicken
dinner.
I mean, you're more than welcome
to come.
- Dad?
- Yeah, that's really nice of
you, Wyatt.
I mean, we had plans?
Yeah, Mick?
- Yeah, uh...
Actually, I'm just gonna go with
him.
I'll see you at the house.
- Okay, yeah, no
no, that's,
you guys have a good time,
alright?
It's okay, it's alright.
- Alright.
- Rosemary's good for memory.
Always cook with lots
of herbs, right, Hal?
He's having a day.
- What war?
- Vietnam.
Marines, my dad was in the Air
Force.
Big military family.
- You didn't tell me that.
Yeah, my dad was a marine in
Iraq.
- Auntie, stop staring.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
It's just that you are the
spitting image of Vanessa.
She and I taught together at
Dwyer before it was shut down.
Everybody in Anaconda gets
cancer, but at her age,
she didn't deserve that.
- So do you play for people?
- No, not really.
You don't drink, do you?
How comes you didn't say
anything?
- It just makes people
uncomfortable.
- That you don't drink?
- No.
Why I don't.
- You see this hand?
I used to be able to play over
an octave.
Whatever.
- I'm sorry.
- All I'm saying is I have a
dad, too.
- Hey.
- Where's all her stuff?
- I need more space.
Fuck you care?
- Well, you could've told me.
- I called you.
- Okay.
- Hey, hey, hey.
Tomorrow.
Bear huntin'.
You, me and your British friend.
He sounded real excited on the
phone.
- How'd you get his number?
- Well, he must've just
scribbled it down somewhere.
- Yeah, well it's not happening.
- Oh-oh.
It's happening.
Get the rifles out of the shed.
Musician, huh?
- Yeah.
- Good luck.
- People actually
go to school for it.
- Yeah, you know there's
no money in music, right?
- Oh, I'm not in it for the
money.
- Ah!
Young man.
Wife, kids, car.
Shit, man, even soup cans add
up.
- Well, I probably won't get
married.
- What, why?
- Don't see the point.
- Whoa, the point is, you
gotta have someone to clean up
your shit when it starts lookin'
like sewage later in life.
And if that fails, you got kids.
Okay, buddy.
Okay?
Yep?
He'll take care of it.
Won't you, Wyatt?
Give me that.
Let's go, gonna get a
bear, gonna get a bear.
- Take him home,
make him my pet, you know?
- Hey, watch it.
- What do you mean?
- Woo-oo!
Hey!
Come on, pussies!
- Hey, Dad, just get down from
there!
- Oh, no, it's a great
vantage point from here!
- You can see everything
from down here, too.
- Ah, don't be
such a bitch, Michaela.
Wyatt!
You'll come up, won't ya?
Come on, be a man!
Learn to fly, baby!
- Should we go up there?
- No.
No, he's just fucking around.
Sorry.
- You alright?
You okay?
- I didn't fuckin' ask for help,
did I?
- Are you sure you're okay?
- Yeah, I'm alright, I'm fine.
- Can we give you a ride home?
- No, I'm gonna walk.
- You can't walk from here.
- I'll be fine.
- He's not always like this.
- Alright.
- What?
- Just get in the car.
- No, say it!
- I've lived through this,
alright?
- You've lived through what?
- My parents were like this.
I'm not goin' through this
shit again, I'm just not.
- I'm sorry.
- Just get in the car.
- Hey, baby, when's dinner
ready?
- Make your own fuckin' dinner.
- The account ending in
6462?
- That's my checking, this
is my savings account.
- Alright.
Oh, here it is.
It looks like this account
is actually under the name
Henry Peck, your father?
- Yeah.
- Now that you are 18,
you have joint ownership over
the account.
Would you like to print a
statement?
- Yeah, can I get a statement?
And I would like to
withdraw some money as well.
- Alright.
Here you go.
- Thanks.
That's not right, um,
I'm sorry.
There should be a lot more
money in the account than this.
- Would you still
like to make a withdrawal?
Ma'am?
- He just wants to
talk.
- I'll be right back.
- Yo, Mickey.
Mickey.
Can I just talk to you for one
second?
- What?
- I'm...
I'm really sorry, Mickey.
Like, I was acting
dumb, and um, I'm sorry.
I still think about you all the
time.
- I'm sorry to call you right
now.
Can I see you?
- He took the money?
- Yeah.
Yeah, there's nothin' left.
- Tell me what
happened.
- I got some scholarship
and I thought that
the social security from my
mom would cover the rest.
But...
He took all of it.
I even bought
the fuckin' plane ticket.
- Go anyway.
Sometimes putting the cart
before the horse is a good
thing.
- Yeah, I'm not goin'
out there with nothin'.
- You call me if you change your
mind.
- Can I ask you somethin'?
- Mm-hm.
- Is he ever gonna get better?
- No.
He's not.
This is it.
This better not be it for you.
- You get poisoned or somethin'?
You look thin, what's goin' on?
Mickey.
- What?
- What?
You forget how to talk?
- No.
- I asked you a question.
- Nothing's goin' on.
- You aren't eating.
- So?
- You look thin.
- You notice how I look now?
- What the fuck is the matter
with you?
- I'm not hungry.
- I don't care
what you are, sweetheart.
Eat your beefaroni.
- I went to the bank today.
- I told you to eat.
- I was gonna take out some
money
to pay for my cap and gown.
I'm graduating in two weeks.
Not that you're keeping track.
- You're listening to me
anymore.
- Maybe I could use some of
the cash from the bank account
that you set up for me?
You know, the one with
the checks for Mom in it.
- Sounds like a plan,
sweetheart,
better eat your dinner.
- It's all horse shit, you made
it all up.
- You got somethin' to
say, come out and say it.
- Okay.
Where's my money?
- You want your cap and gown?
- Where is my money, Hank?
- Eat your dinner.
- Or what?
- You want your cap and gown?
There's your cap and gown.
It doesn't matter if you
graduate anyway, though, does
it?
What're you ever gonna do with
your life?
- More than you.
- I put a roof over your head.
- And I'll be out of
here as soon as I fucking can.
- Put clothes on your back.
- And you'll be stuck here.
- Eat your fuck--
- What're you gonna do about it,
Hank?
Are you gonna sell the house,
move to Niagara Falls, get a
ranch?
You can't even pay for
your own fuckin' beer.
- You think I'm a loser?
- No, Dad.
I think you're a fuckin' liar
and I think you're a phony.
You think that you put this
fuckin' roof over my head.
Where's my money?
- Where's my fuckin' life?
A ranch in Georgetown.
Ranch in Georgetown and horses.
- Hank!
Hey, Sheriff, can I talk to you
a second?
- Give me a minute.
- Where is he?
- If you need anything,
just pull your caller.
- Hi, Dad.
- Hi, sweetheart.
- What happened?
- Oh, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm
fine.
- I'll get you some water.
- Hey, Mickey.
Don't leave.
I got no one else.
Don't leave me.
- Of course I'm never gonna
leave.
- When I found out I
was gonna be a father,
I had all these ideas of
where it was gonna go.
It wasn't supposed to
be like this, darlin'.
I wasn't supposed to be like
this.
- Hey.
This isn't so bad.
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If loving you is a
crime then give me time
'Cause I'll always be guilty
Sometimes I feel that I'm on
trial
For loving you too much, child
You're the judge and
the jury of my peers
If it's time for me to
talk, Lord, listen here
If you don't want me
- Look at you.
Man, you look...
- What?
- Radiant.
- I'm going to bed.
- No, come here, come here.
Sit down, sit down.
Don't go.
- What are you doing?
- We're havin' a party tonight,
baby.
- Dad?
Dad, you're scaring me.
- Vanessa, shh.
- Dad, I'm not Mom.
Stop it!
Get off!
- I love you, baby.
And you love me, right?
So if loving you is a
crime then give me time
'Cause I'll always be guilty
- Hank, breakfast!
Hank!
I'll get my shoes on.
- He's getting hitched, man.
I swear to god, he's got
a ring and everything.
I mean, fuck the colon cancer.
He's still built like a brick
shit house.
And I said, "Billy, man, how
long have you know this girl?"
And he goes, "Brother, two days,
"and by god, that's all I
needed."
- You gotta be kidding
me.
- I ain't lyin', man, I swear to
god.
You, um, you wearin' my clothes
now?
- Sorry.
- No, it's alright.
It looks good, guys,
let's wrap this up now.
- So, how much this time?
- Don't worry about it.
Long as you're doin' the
drivin'.
- Until next time, Hank.
- I'll be waitin'.
Sheriff.
- Hank.
- I quit.
- Did you?
Must be the slag pile then, huh?
- You think you
smell so fuckin' awesome?
Don't worry if I write
rhymes, I write checks
Difficult, icult, icult
I write checks
Opening my books I've read,
dreaming on the Cadillac
I wonder why you
pushed me on the front
While you stayed on the
back, they jump all around me
They're screaming when
they're next to me
It's difficult, icult,
icult, icult, icult
Sorry, I don't know what to
say
I'm ruining everything you
make
Maybe I don't feel comfortable
When all the lights are set on
me
I tried, it's too hard, I
just wanna leave and hide
That's why I'm difficult,
icult, icult, icult, icult
Okay, I don't wanna set a
trend
If my chorus are not catchy
enough, don't listen to them
I just wanna be fine with
no troubles on my mind
So I'm difficult, icult,
icult, icult, icult
Bring the bass here,
swallow and dry up the tears
Life is too good, I
don't wanna live in fear
That's why I scream at the
world
I'm not trying to be the best
So don't worry if I write
rhymes, cause I write checks
- Alright, let me see.
Oh, that's an inbred rabbit, at
best.
- It's a freakin' three-point.
- Oh, yeah?
Is that even legal?
- Whatever.
- My god.
- Scare you?
- No.
- Got you somethin'.
- Yeah?
What is it?
- It's from the heart, it's a
surprise.
- You're a fuckin' perv.
- What?
- No.
- It's gonna look so good
on you, wear it, tonight.
- I'm going to class, okay?
- Alright, let me get a kiss
goodbye.
- Ew, Aron!
It's real silk.
- Hm.
How difficult, icult,
icult, icult, icult
Okay, I don't wanna set a
trend
If my chorus are not catchy
enough, don't listen to them
I just wanna be fine with
no troubles on my mind
So I'm difficult, icult,
icult, icult, icult
Don't worry if I write
rhymes, I write checks
Don't worry if I write
rhymes, I write checks
- Think you can take it,
brother?
You have no idea.
Hey, where's my...
Ah, fuck.
Fuckin' hate this game.
- So don't play it.
- Oh, where'd you get to be so
fresh?
- Where'd you think?
- Hey, come here.
- Ow!
Dad, stop, my brain's in there.
- Hey, here.
Burger a la Mickey.
Here, you can use the remote.
- What are you doing?
- I'll hold onto these
considering you quit and all.
- If you need cash, just ask.
That's all I got.
- I'm just fuckin' with you.
You should've seen your
face, it was priceless.
- Can I get one of those?
- ID?
Happy birthday.
- I know how to make you
come, huh?
- Stop.
Stop.
- No.
Come on.
- No.
- Show it to our kids.
- What kids?
- You know, my dad gave
me a promotion yesterday.
- You're thinking about
your dad right now?
- I'm thinking about us.
I'm big-league now, Mickey.
Five figures.
New engine for the whip.
I'll get a big ol' motorcycle.
And put you and the babies on
it.
Take you for a ride.
Sound good?
Happy birthday, baby.
- Aron.
Alright, you gotta leave
soon.
- What if I went with you guys
tonight?
- Stop it, Aron.
You didn't.
- All gone.
- Grow the fuck up.
- What're you doing, where are
you going?
- Oh, what, you think
my dad's gonna come home
and not notice that his
fucking Oxy's missing?
- He'll get more.
- Give me the bottle, Aron.
- "Give me the bottle, Aron!"
- Give me the fuckin' bottle.
I'm sorry.
- Is that Hank?
- Oh, fuck.
Hi, Dad.
- Mr. Peck.
- What's up, Aron?
- We're almost done, Dad.
- It's alright, take your
time.
Hey, sweetheart, did you, um...
- Hm?
- Have you seen what I did with
the, uh...
- Oh, uh...
Last night, you...
I'll get you a refill tomorrow.
- Yeah, okay.
- See ya.
- Bye, Aron!
What y'all dressed up for?
- Uh...
It's my birthday.
Remember?
- Had you goin' there, didn't I,
huh?
Happy birthday!
Where are you takin' me?
He's like four teakettles
in, okay, and he comes up
with this idea, he's like,
PVC pipe on the back, right?
So he shimmies up, and
he's on the top of this--
- Here's your ticket.
- No, no, no, I got it.
No need, no need.
- Don't you wanna look at it
first?
- There you go, Christie, thank
you.
- Wow.
Thanks for dinner, Dad.
- So what're you gonna do now
you're a full-blown adult?
- I'll get a bunch of tattoos,
get a husband, get fat.
- Knock yourself out, baby.
- Hey, you didn't say
anything about my dress.
Do you like it?
- Sure.
- Well, it's Mum's.
- Mm, yeah, look at that.
Look at that.
- Surprised it fit.
- Yep, I'm not havin' this
conversation.
- What conversation?
- Reminiscin'.
- I'm not reminiscing, I'm just
talking.
- Baby, please.
- I think Aron wants to marry
me.
He's talking about getting a
house.
- You want dessert?
- He got a promotion.
- I really want dessert.
I should've asked for dessert
before I got the check.
- Would you miss me?
- Baby.
I don't care what you do, I
mean,
'cause the truth is, one day
you're gonna forget about me.
Okay?
That's just the way it is.
So, more importantly,
do you want cake or not?
- You wouldn't miss me at all?
- Jesus Christ, baby.
I don't give a shit.
- Pardon me, folks.
- Yeah?
- This card declined.
- No.
No no no, that's impossible,
you just wanna run that again?
- I did, three times.
- Look, Christie, I just
deposited 275 on that today.
- I'm sorry.
- 275.
- Do you have another card?
- Look, okay, you see that?
Look, strip.
Super crinkled, you
gotta straighten it out,
and it should be fine.
- I'm gonna
give you guys a few minutes
to figure this out.
- 275, hon.
- Dad, I have my wallet--
- Mickey, know when to
shut the fuck up, okay?
Listen.
When I say go, I want you to
run, okay?
- What?
- Go.
Woo!
That was fuckin' awesome, baby!
- Slow down!
- The feds come after
us, I'm givin' you up.
I'm givin' you up, baby.
- Dad, Louie.
- What?
- Louie.
Whisky ditch.
If loving you is a
crime then give me time
'Cause I'll always be guilty
Sometimes I feel like I'm on
trial
For lovin' you too much, child
You're the judge and
the jury of my peers
If it's time for me to
talk, Lord, listen here
'Cause if you don't want me
To steal your pretty little
heart
Then lock me up and keep us
both apart
And if I ever, they let me go
Have no fear
I will do the same thing over
again
So if loving you is a
crime then give me time
'Cause I'll always be guilty
Lord have mercy
I stand before you
A condemned man
Because I had
A deliberate plan
To steal your heart
Oh, your love away
But I got caught
What can I say
I'm guilty
So guilty
Woo, Lord, guilty
But I know now
If they let me go
Have no fear
I will do the same thing over
again
- Maybe I'm gonna cash out the
house.
And then we'll take over the
show.
'Cause Jerry's gonna die at some
point and
I'll just sell off the
shares and we could,
good people, but we'll
get a, we'll get a ranch,
up by Georgetown.
Then we'll take some
vacations and we'll go to, um,
Niagara Falls.
What do you say?
You wanna go to Niagara Falls?
This is, um...
This is yours.
Mickey, I'm so fuckin' proud of
you.
You know I've been
settin' aside those, uh,
social security checks for Mom.
- Yeah, I know.
- It ain't much, but it's
somethin'.
Sometimes you just lose track of
time.
You just lose track of time,
honey.
- Yeah.
- Hey.
You ain't really gonna leave me
for that chickenshit Aron, are
ya?
- I'm not going anywhere.
Dad?
Dad!
- Are you Vanessa?
- Mickey.
Hank's my dad.
Are you head doctor?
- Unfortunately, head
psychiatrist.
That's all the same
difference around here.
- But you're not my dad's
doctor?
- No, I'm not, he just sees
McGinly.
- Right.
Well, I just need to get a
prescription refilled for my
dad.
The one for his leg, he
ran out a few days early.
- He ran out?
- Yeah.
You know, 'cause of the cold?
Usually this time of year,
it gets worse than normal.
- Did he bring this up to
McGinly?
- Yeah, but I mean,
McGinly's all in one
ear and out the other.
- You know, I taught at UVM.
- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hm.
Have you decided where you're
goin' yet?
- Nowhere, just here.
Look, I could pay the
difference, if you'd like.
Between now and his next
dose, it's not a problem.
- Where is your father now?
- Home, probably.
- Look, Mickey, I would
love to help you if I could.
- Well, why can't you?
- It's a federal offense.
I'm afraid you and your father
are just gonna have to wait.
Be grateful there's only 30 days
in April.
- Did you know that some days
I can't even get him to eat?
Did you know that?
You know what?
This was stupid.
- You know, Mickey, if you
ever need someone to talk to.
- None of you even give a shit,
you're all fuckin' robots.
- Okay, that's enough.
- Let me ask you something.
What would you do if your
boyfriend
took all your dad's pills, huh?
You know Hank.
Do you think Hank off his
Oxy is a pretty sight?
Oh, no.
No, you have no fucking idea.
- Just make sure she's
not your cousin this time.
- I held her waist once, that's
it.
- One time, are you sure about
that?
Just the waist now?
Are you sure?
- Oh, why don't you
check Los Angeles, Church?
- Yo, Annacompton for life, son.
Born, bred and buried, you know
it.
- Alright, yo,
what about you, Mickey?
- Hm?
Oh, I don't know, probably
just the same as Aron.
- Alright, now give us a little
smile.
I need teeth.
I'm not sure what you're
channeling here.
Okay, you don't smile, I don't
get paid.
Next!
- I'm gonna die a
little bit halfway through.
- Yeah?
As long as you make it
about, I'll say halfway,
then you're not gonna die.
Give me a sec.
Hey!
Are you not staying?
- Oh, I was just passing
by on my way home.
- I've never
seen you pass by before.
Don't you live up Cable Road?
- How come you know where I
live?
- Well, I'm actually a London
spy.
I'm kinda like James Bond, you
know?
Well, anyway, you gotta stay
now,
because the away side has
more of a crowd than we do.
- Well, my being here's not
gonna help you win, so--
- That's where you're wrong.
The Copperheads are only
as good as their fans and
that's kinda why we suck.
- Let's hear it for your
hometown Copperheads.
- He's cute, huh?
- Who?
- The new kid.
Hashtag, things I would do
if I wasn't a Christian.
- And engaged.
- And...
- Fuck off.
- Three months.
- Swear?
- Swear, it's the size of a
kumquat.
- That's real fuckin' Christian
of you.
- On my mark!
Set!
- I got a boyfriend, you know.
- I know.
See you around.
- Sorry I'm late, Don had me
close up.
Dad?
Dad!
Dad?
Dad!
Dad?
Dad, wake up.
You're okay, Dad?
Dad!
You're okay, you're okay.
Oh, Dad.
Alright, throw up here.
Here you go.
Alright.
Over the sink.
Hey, I got it, I got it.
Sorry.
Okay.
If loving you is a crime
Then give me time
'Cause I'll always be guilty
- No, don't stop.
Keep goin'.
Sometimes I feel like I'm on
trial
For loving you too much, child
- I love you, V.
- Several crews,
including Hilight Fire,
Bosmont Fire and the Galacar
Sheriff's Office responded
to the scene, they were able
to get that fire under control
in less than an hour, Assistant
Fire Chief at Hilight...
- I just wanted to thank
all of you for coming.
My kids are my greatest
achievement.
And we are so proud of...
- Take care.
- Hey, is there a
bathroom?
- Mickey?
Mickey, did you leave this in my
office?
- No.
- Huh, well, maybe you can tell
me
why there's a blank missing
from my prescription pad.
Did Hank send you down here?
- No.
Okay? He doesn't know anything
about this.
- Okay.
My next patient is not till two,
and we're gonna go get lunch.
It's either that or I call
the cops, it's your choice.
How long have you guys--
- We really have to talk about
this?
- Yeah, we do.
- This isn't your job.
- It's my job to protect my
patients.
- Well, he's not your patient.
Alright, look.
I fucked up.
Alright?
Nothing to do with Hank.
- This is too much for a kid.
- Yeah, well, he's my dad.
So...
- I agree with what
you said the other day.
These days, doctors,
they don't give a shit.
I'll talk to McGinly, your
dad will be taken care of.
- I don't need your help.
- It's done, Mickey.
I'll trade you.
The room reeks of rose.
Thank you.
- My mom used to wear this
smell.
Isn't it a little late for that?
- Where you been?
- Work.
- You got dinner?
Seriously?
- What?
- You know I don't eat this
shit.
- The fuck, since when?
- Are you wearin'
perfume?
- No.
- What's up, sexy?
- Stop it.
- Huh?
Who're you tryin' to impress?
- I'm not.
- Who're you tryin' to
impress, I hope it's working.
- Goodnight.
- Hey, come here, come here,
come here.
Where you goin'?
- I told you, I'm tired.
- From what?
From what?
Why you tired?
- The fuck do you think?
- It's really pretty,
sweetheart.
- I'm gonna go shower.
- Okay.
Just don't use up all the hot
water.
- You're givin' it
some serious
Robert Durst in this one.
- Who's that?
- Just a sweet old man who
murdered his wife, his friend,
his nextdoor neighbor.
- Okay, I get it.
- Actually, uh...
This one's not too bad.
Can I have this one?
- Well, give me one of yours.
- I'm afraid this kind of
pageantry doesn't exist in the
UK.
- So why were you in line that
day?
- Curious.
May I take a photo?
- I guess.
- Yeah?
Thank you.
And I'll, uh, just, so
we're quits, you know?
Now we're square.
- Alright.
What kinda music is that?
- I can show you.
If you'd like.
- This is really good.
- Thanks.
- Wait, this is you?
- You seem surprised.
- Yeah, well, are you fucking
kidding me?
This is really good.
- No, it's nothing, it's--
- You could go to school for
this.
- I hope San Francisco
Conservatory thinks so too.
- No shit.
- I find out next week.
- Good luck.
- Here you go.
- Thanks.
- Let's find a way
for this not to be disastrous.
- What the fuck?
- What's good?
- Stop!
- Why are you ghosting me?
- I was passing out.
- Are you serious?
Damn.
Alright.
- Aron!
- No!
- No, come here!
- What?
- Give me five minutes.
- Five minutes for real?
- Mm-hm.
- I'm counting, now.
- Five minutes.
- One.
- Okay.
- Two.
- Stop.
- Goin' out?
- Yeah, there's a party out by
the lake.
- Alright.
Mm.
Okay.
Why do you smoke?
I hate it when you smoke.
Don't you wanna live?
- No, Dad, I wanna die.
- Mm.
What're you doin'?
Why're you stayin' here, I
thought you were goin'
somewhere?
- Dad.
- I thought you were goin'
somewhere?
- Dad!
- Alright.
Love ya!
- Did your mom fuckin'
freak out?
- I haven't told my mom yet.
- What?
- I've not told anybody.
- You're gonna get
kicked out of church for sure.
- Move out with me.
- And do what, babysit
your fucking kumquat?
- Hey, it's a plum this
week.
- Boo!
- Fuck!
- Yo, come on, I wanna show you
something.
- I'm not watching you piss.
- I wanna play a song for you.
- Go listen to his song.
- Alright, I'll be right back.
- Check this out.
Put it to the test
once you get it poppin'
Keep it from the rest
once you get it poppin'
Best stick before you mess
once you get it poppin'
Once we pop corks,
there ain't no stoppin'
Put it to the test
once you get it poppin'
- Shh.
- I didn't say anything.
Stop.
- Just a minute.
- Stop it.
- One minute.
- No, no!
- Fucking tease.
- Why?
'Cause I don't wanna suck your
dick every second of my life?
- You can't take one for the
team?
- Don't ever touch me like that
again.
- Mickey, yo, what are you
doing?
Put it to the test
once you get it poppin'
- Mickey, wait up, yo!
- Fuck you!
- I'm sorry!
- Mickey.
Do you think it's too much?
- No, I think it's good.
- This came for you.
- Do it!
- Yeah?
- Do it.
- Should I Vogue it?
- Do it!
- Should I Vogue it?
- Go!
You look like a mermaid.
So who else have you told?
- You're the first.
Besides my mom.
- Well, you're gonna go, aren't
you?
- I might.
- You might?
- Yeah, I might, I might not.
- Give me one reason you
wouldn't go.
- I might be shit, for one.
- Well, you got in, so
that takes care of that.
- Yeah, well let me finish.
I can't drive, you know,
I can't drive and--
- Well, you can
peddle yourself on your bike.
- Yeah, well that's a long
peddle.
- Well, you've got long
legs.
- I'm 5' 10" at best.
But yeah, I see the sentiment.
- You're really doin' it, huh?
- I wouldn't go that far.
Do you ever think about it?
Leaving Montana.
Are you thinking about it?
- I might've gotten in
someplace.
- Yeah?
Where's that, then?
- It's on the
west coast, like San Diego.
- San Diego.
Are you gonna go?
- I don't know.
I got a scholarship,
but I gotta figure out
the rest of the tuition
and shit like that.
And, um, you know, see how
stuff with my dad pans out.
- So, why there?
- Well, I've never seen the
ocean.
- We'll both be out west.
I think maybe we should,
uh, we should go together.
What?
What?
You can't just laugh.
- We're gonna go
to the west coast together?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
- West side.
- Yeah, okay.
- Well, I
could, I could bike you.
- Yeah?
- Yeah!
Well, I'd put you on my
handlebars, and we'd go
straight,
and maybe take a few lefts and
rights,
and sooner or later we'll get
there.
- Will we share a bunk bed?
- No, no no no.
There's a single bed, but you
could sleep under the bed.
- Would I get a pillow?
- You'd get a pillow.
And a duvet.
I'm no monster.
- Fuck.
- Ticket whenever
you have a chance, Jackie.
Thank you.
- If it isn't Doc Watkins.
- Hey, Hank.
- Hey, have a drink with me.
Come on, one more.
- Sure.
- That a girl!
Jackie.
- How you been, Hank?
- Oh, I'm fan-fuckin'-tastic.
- Door's always open.
- Mm, is it really?
I'm fine, thanks.
- Suit yourself.
You gonna march in the
parade again this year?
- I always do.
- Good.
- You notice a lot of these guys
just don't fit in the uniform
anymore.
- Yeah, they sure don't.
- You know?
It's funny, what the Marine
Corps taught me is you wake up
every morning and you make
your bed every fuckin' day.
If the good lord turns over
a card up there, then...
So be it, you know?
- I wish I could've helped you,
Hank.
- Didn't ask for your help, Doc.
Hey, no.
- Can I give you a ride home?
- Mm-mm.
Did you think I wouldn't find
out
that you talked to my daughter?
I mean, it's a small town.
- She was having trouble with
one of your prescriptions.
I helped her out, is that
against the law?
- I know you like to help people
out,
but let me give you some help.
- Okay.
- Man to man.
- Yeah, nobody buys your sch--
- Ah, you are the man in
the relationship, right?
- Not me, not your
daughter, and not even you.
- Do you have kids?
- It's only a matter of time
before she gets as sick of it as
you are.
No more.
- You gotta shut up about
things you don't understand.
Alright?
Stay the fuck away from my
daughter.
- You have a good night.
- You feel like helping?
- Not really.
- What the fuck?
- What, what?
What'd I do?
- No, Dad, it's freezing!
Dad, stop!
What's wrong with you,
it's fucking freezing!
Dad, stop.
- Hey, guys, hello?
Everyone, settle down.
Alright, take out your copies of
Night.
We're gonna be looking at
the passage on page 106.
The exam next week is on
silence versus speech.
Be sure to check your study
guide.
That drop gon' make the wave
Weaving through the weaves
just to get to better pastures
Leaving memories that I
have of course, laughin'
Splashin', dashin', drip,
drippin' with a passion
Minor actions in a gentlemanly
passion
- You okay to close up?
- Yeah, I'm all good.
My country 'tis of thee,
sweet land of liberty
How come I cannot see my
future within your arms
Your love, it turns me
down into the autumn ground
My conscience bleeding
me I will not stand up
At the Salvation Army making
us all stand in a line
While Mommy and Daddy make up
And try to make up their mind
I will shout at them when
those histories mention my name
If only I could forget the
memories locked there again
We got our own hell
And what am I supposed to
say to those other guys
- Thank you.
- Hey.
- Hey, Mickey.
- How's it all goin'?
- 18 signatures, but
it's early.
- I could sign, if you want.
- Great.
- Yeah?
- I'm Leslee, by the way.
- Wyatt.
- Hey, nice to meet you.
- Oh, I picked you these.
- Where did you get
huckleberries this time of year?
- Could I try one?
- Oh, please.
Yeah, yeah.
- Stop.
- What?
- Six.
- Six, of course.
Five and one.
- So you just take it like this.
- You're supposed to spit it
out?
- Mm-hm.
- 10!
Nine!
Eight!
Seven!
We have a winner!
- Woo!
Hey, Mick!
Hey, did you see that?
I crushed that kid into the
damn dirt, huh?
You lookin' at?
- Dad, this is Wyatt.
- Hey, where's Aron?
- Wyatt, this is my
dad.
- Nice to meet you.
- Whoa.
What is that accent, man, where
you from?
No, hold on, don't fuckin'
tell me, hold on a second.
Let me guess it, uh...
Oh, fuck, just tell me, man.
- The UK.
- UK?
What're you doin' in
our neck of the woods?
- Well, my mom's from
Bute.
- I feel so cultural right now.
Wyatt, that's what you said your
name is?
- Wyatt.
- Wyatt.
- Listen, we saw
you crush it over there.
I mean, you put up a hell of a
fight.
- Yeah?
Yeah, you thought that was good,
you should've seen me in the
second Battle of Felucia.
- Alright, we're
gonna--
- So what, um, you guys
know each from school?
- Yeah, we're in
the same English class.
- Oh, no kidding, you're
study partners, huh?
Yeah, well my daughter, you
know, she's a smart cookie.
You know, but you already
knew that, right, Wyatt?
- She puts us all to shame.
- Yeah, I'll bet.
So where are you guys
headed, to the library?
- We was actually
gonna go to my auntie.
She's making us some chicken
dinner.
I mean, you're more than welcome
to come.
- Dad?
- Yeah, that's really nice of
you, Wyatt.
I mean, we had plans?
Yeah, Mick?
- Yeah, uh...
Actually, I'm just gonna go with
him.
I'll see you at the house.
- Okay, yeah, no
no, that's,
you guys have a good time,
alright?
It's okay, it's alright.
- Alright.
- Rosemary's good for memory.
Always cook with lots
of herbs, right, Hal?
He's having a day.
- What war?
- Vietnam.
Marines, my dad was in the Air
Force.
Big military family.
- You didn't tell me that.
Yeah, my dad was a marine in
Iraq.
- Auntie, stop staring.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
It's just that you are the
spitting image of Vanessa.
She and I taught together at
Dwyer before it was shut down.
Everybody in Anaconda gets
cancer, but at her age,
she didn't deserve that.
- So do you play for people?
- No, not really.
You don't drink, do you?
How comes you didn't say
anything?
- It just makes people
uncomfortable.
- That you don't drink?
- No.
Why I don't.
- You see this hand?
I used to be able to play over
an octave.
Whatever.
- I'm sorry.
- All I'm saying is I have a
dad, too.
- Hey.
- Where's all her stuff?
- I need more space.
Fuck you care?
- Well, you could've told me.
- I called you.
- Okay.
- Hey, hey, hey.
Tomorrow.
Bear huntin'.
You, me and your British friend.
He sounded real excited on the
phone.
- How'd you get his number?
- Well, he must've just
scribbled it down somewhere.
- Yeah, well it's not happening.
- Oh-oh.
It's happening.
Get the rifles out of the shed.
Musician, huh?
- Yeah.
- Good luck.
- People actually
go to school for it.
- Yeah, you know there's
no money in music, right?
- Oh, I'm not in it for the
money.
- Ah!
Young man.
Wife, kids, car.
Shit, man, even soup cans add
up.
- Well, I probably won't get
married.
- What, why?
- Don't see the point.
- Whoa, the point is, you
gotta have someone to clean up
your shit when it starts lookin'
like sewage later in life.
And if that fails, you got kids.
Okay, buddy.
Okay?
Yep?
He'll take care of it.
Won't you, Wyatt?
Give me that.
Let's go, gonna get a
bear, gonna get a bear.
- Take him home,
make him my pet, you know?
- Hey, watch it.
- What do you mean?
- Woo-oo!
Hey!
Come on, pussies!
- Hey, Dad, just get down from
there!
- Oh, no, it's a great
vantage point from here!
- You can see everything
from down here, too.
- Ah, don't be
such a bitch, Michaela.
Wyatt!
You'll come up, won't ya?
Come on, be a man!
Learn to fly, baby!
- Should we go up there?
- No.
No, he's just fucking around.
Sorry.
- You alright?
You okay?
- I didn't fuckin' ask for help,
did I?
- Are you sure you're okay?
- Yeah, I'm alright, I'm fine.
- Can we give you a ride home?
- No, I'm gonna walk.
- You can't walk from here.
- I'll be fine.
- He's not always like this.
- Alright.
- What?
- Just get in the car.
- No, say it!
- I've lived through this,
alright?
- You've lived through what?
- My parents were like this.
I'm not goin' through this
shit again, I'm just not.
- I'm sorry.
- Just get in the car.
- Hey, baby, when's dinner
ready?
- Make your own fuckin' dinner.
- The account ending in
6462?
- That's my checking, this
is my savings account.
- Alright.
Oh, here it is.
It looks like this account
is actually under the name
Henry Peck, your father?
- Yeah.
- Now that you are 18,
you have joint ownership over
the account.
Would you like to print a
statement?
- Yeah, can I get a statement?
And I would like to
withdraw some money as well.
- Alright.
Here you go.
- Thanks.
That's not right, um,
I'm sorry.
There should be a lot more
money in the account than this.
- Would you still
like to make a withdrawal?
Ma'am?
- He just wants to
talk.
- I'll be right back.
- Yo, Mickey.
Mickey.
Can I just talk to you for one
second?
- What?
- I'm...
I'm really sorry, Mickey.
Like, I was acting
dumb, and um, I'm sorry.
I still think about you all the
time.
- I'm sorry to call you right
now.
Can I see you?
- He took the money?
- Yeah.
Yeah, there's nothin' left.
- Tell me what
happened.
- I got some scholarship
and I thought that
the social security from my
mom would cover the rest.
But...
He took all of it.
I even bought
the fuckin' plane ticket.
- Go anyway.
Sometimes putting the cart
before the horse is a good
thing.
- Yeah, I'm not goin'
out there with nothin'.
- You call me if you change your
mind.
- Can I ask you somethin'?
- Mm-hm.
- Is he ever gonna get better?
- No.
He's not.
This is it.
This better not be it for you.
- You get poisoned or somethin'?
You look thin, what's goin' on?
Mickey.
- What?
- What?
You forget how to talk?
- No.
- I asked you a question.
- Nothing's goin' on.
- You aren't eating.
- So?
- You look thin.
- You notice how I look now?
- What the fuck is the matter
with you?
- I'm not hungry.
- I don't care
what you are, sweetheart.
Eat your beefaroni.
- I went to the bank today.
- I told you to eat.
- I was gonna take out some
money
to pay for my cap and gown.
I'm graduating in two weeks.
Not that you're keeping track.
- You're listening to me
anymore.
- Maybe I could use some of
the cash from the bank account
that you set up for me?
You know, the one with
the checks for Mom in it.
- Sounds like a plan,
sweetheart,
better eat your dinner.
- It's all horse shit, you made
it all up.
- You got somethin' to
say, come out and say it.
- Okay.
Where's my money?
- You want your cap and gown?
- Where is my money, Hank?
- Eat your dinner.
- Or what?
- You want your cap and gown?
There's your cap and gown.
It doesn't matter if you
graduate anyway, though, does
it?
What're you ever gonna do with
your life?
- More than you.
- I put a roof over your head.
- And I'll be out of
here as soon as I fucking can.
- Put clothes on your back.
- And you'll be stuck here.
- Eat your fuck--
- What're you gonna do about it,
Hank?
Are you gonna sell the house,
move to Niagara Falls, get a
ranch?
You can't even pay for
your own fuckin' beer.
- You think I'm a loser?
- No, Dad.
I think you're a fuckin' liar
and I think you're a phony.
You think that you put this
fuckin' roof over my head.
Where's my money?
- Where's my fuckin' life?
A ranch in Georgetown.
Ranch in Georgetown and horses.
- Hank!
Hey, Sheriff, can I talk to you
a second?
- Give me a minute.
- Where is he?
- If you need anything,
just pull your caller.
- Hi, Dad.
- Hi, sweetheart.
- What happened?
- Oh, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm
fine.
- I'll get you some water.
- Hey, Mickey.
Don't leave.
I got no one else.
Don't leave me.
- Of course I'm never gonna
leave.
- When I found out I
was gonna be a father,
I had all these ideas of
where it was gonna go.
It wasn't supposed to
be like this, darlin'.
I wasn't supposed to be like
this.
- Hey.
This isn't so bad.
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If loving you is a
crime then give me time
'Cause I'll always be guilty
Sometimes I feel that I'm on
trial
For loving you too much, child
You're the judge and
the jury of my peers
If it's time for me to
talk, Lord, listen here
If you don't want me
- Look at you.
Man, you look...
- What?
- Radiant.
- I'm going to bed.
- No, come here, come here.
Sit down, sit down.
Don't go.
- What are you doing?
- We're havin' a party tonight,
baby.
- Dad?
Dad, you're scaring me.
- Vanessa, shh.
- Dad, I'm not Mom.
Stop it!
Get off!
- I love you, baby.
And you love me, right?
So if loving you is a
crime then give me time
'Cause I'll always be guilty