Moonwater (2024) Movie Script
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[meditative music plays]
[birds chirping]
[sigh]
[sigh]
[meditative music plays]
[meditative music continues]
[deep breaths]
Oh shit.
Are you serious?
Oh God. I hate Gin.
[sigh]
[sigh]
Goodman
How's it going?
It's going.
Ready for buck season?
Yes, sir.
First season without Joe, right?
Mm, yep.
Well, you get used to it.
Right.
So, uh, what you got
for me today?
There you go.
[sigh]
OK.
Yeah, I mean,
they're not band furs.
I'm just not really looking
for whitetail right now.
Guess I can give you
a 60 for the lot.
Sixty?
Yeah, that's about it.
I've got you
like seven animals here.
Look, Peter,
I wish I could do more,
but what you've got here just...
It just isn't worth that much.
[birds chirping]
[coyotes barking]
Oh shit.
God damn.
Oh. Ugh!
[sigh]
[sigh]
Ooh!
[coyotes howling]
Hm.
Hm.
[coyotes howling]
[meditative music plays]
[birds chirping]
[gunshot]
[suspenseful music plays]
[birds chirping]
[flies buzzing]
Jesus Christ.
Fuck!
[clearing throat]
[sigh]
Shit.
[deep breaths]
[birds chirping]
[meditative music plays]
[door knock]
[Amaya] Dad!
Someone is at the door!
-Dad!
-Shit.
Dad!
[Tom] I'm coming. Damn it.
Uncle Pete?
Hey, baby girl.
Is your dad home?
Are you sick?
What?
[Amaya] Dad said
you had too much to drink
and that made you sick and
that's why you had to go away.
Are you sick
or are you better yet?
I, uh...
Are you even gonna get better?
-What are you doing here?
-Sorry.
[Tom] Amaya, go to your room.
-[Amaya] Dad!
-I said go to your room.
-I wanna be with Uncle Peter.
-Don't make me tell you twice.
-This is so stupid.
-Amaya, now.
[Amaya] You're so mean.
I hate you.
[Tom] Hey, you better watch it,
young lady.
What are you doing
showing up here like this?
I didn't know it was your week.
Didn't I tell you I didn't
wanna see you around here?
She doesn't need to see you
like this.
You told her I was sick?
Well, aren't you?
Look, she wanted
to know where you went,
so I just told her the truth.
Look, you're late anyway.
What?
You're here about the stone?
I didn't wanna chase you down,
so I took care of it myself.
They're laying it on Tuesday.
You can go see it
anytime after that, OK?
-Oh.
-Yeah.
-Oh, OK.
-Now look,
we got enough problems
on our own
without you
coming around, alright?
Wait, wait, wait, wait, I...
I don't have any more time
for your bullshit.
No, no, no. I just...
I'm working on something.
Yeah? What is it this time?
No, not...
I didn't come here
about the, uh...
I just wanted to tell you...
It sounds really stupid now,
but I found the old still.
The old still, moonshine still?
Yep.
That's why you came out here?
You found the old still?
Yeah.
Great. What are you...
Why are you telling me?
I just, I...
I thought maybe
I could fix it up.
You know, run it one more time.
Like when we were kids with pop.
The old still, uh?
Yeah.
And I thought
maybe you'd like to know.
Maybe you'd help.
I don't know, for all time sake.
Great.
You wanted me to know.
Now I know, OK?
Look, I can't stay out here.
I gotta go inside and take care
of my daughter, all right?
Piece of shit!
[birds chirping]
I don't want to hear it.
[owl whistle]
[birds chirping]
[birds chirping]
[meditative music plays]
[anxious music plays]
Dammit!
[heavy breaths]
What?
[heavy breaths]
I can't stop.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, I know that.
Mm-hmm.
[heavy breaths]
To life.
You know?
There's way too much
of your fucking shit
in this fucking place now.
[sigh]
It smells
and I can barely breathe.
You asshole.
Why didn't you tell me
where it was out there?
What state it was in.
Hmm?
I could have done something
to fix it up or tear it down.
Wouldn't have mattered.
No, no, no.
You, you are a shitty
fucking piece of shit.
You're a fucking
bastard, asshole.
You're a waste on fucking earth.
I'm glad you're gone.
[heavy breaths]
You waste a fucking earth.
You heartless bastard.
You know, I worshiped you?
I worshiped every second
we had together.
I worshiped
all of your fucking junk.
No, no, no, no, no.
No, we're not doing that.
No, no, no.
Tonight's a good night.
Tonight is the first night.
And tonight I'm gonna drink.
I am gonna get fucked up.
And when I wake up tomorrow,
I'm still gonna be drunk.
Yeah.
Yeah.
[sigh]
Huh.
See that?
Almost steady.
Huh.
Cheers.
[meditative music plays]
[door knock]
Peter.
-[door knock]
-Peter, open up.
Ugh!
Come on,
I can fucking see you, man.
[door knock]
[door knock]
Come on. Just close the door.
Jesus.
[birds chirping]
[groaning]
Oh, my fucking head.
You're up.
Tom.
When did you get here?
-This morning.
-Today?
This morning.
[Peter] Christ, I thought
that was a dream.
Fortunately, not.
Yeah.
It's good to see you too. Geez.
Oh.
Hey, can you get me a beer?
They're in the fridge.
What's going on here?
I'm trying to get rid
of this goddamn headache.
No, I mean,
what are you doing out here?
And why did you show up
at my house the other day?
I don't know, all right.
Just get me a beer, please.
Give me a beer
so I can think straight.
You're building the old still.
Is that why you're here?
Is that why
you were at my house?
Jesus Christ, I don't know, OK?
Just please,
go get me a fucking beer.
What's a still
got to do with you and me?
Uh, I don't know. All right?
Maybe I thought
that you would help.
-Why the hell would I do that?
-No, it's just...
I thought
that you would want to.
It's just
what we used to do with Dad.
Is that what this is about?
-Yeah, sure.
-Pop?
Mm-hmm, think so.
What about you?
What about me?
I'm not stupid.
You want to build a still.
No. No, no, no, no.
-That's not it.
-Well, then what else
-would it be?
-I don't know, alright?
I don't know why.
I just know
that this is something
that I have to do,
okay? Alright?
And I've got way too much
of a headache
to even think right now.
And even if I didn't,
I probably still wouldn't
be able to tell you why.
I just know
that I have to do this.
Tom, where are you going?
No, no, no. Tom!
I don't even know
why I came out here.
-Tom, please don't go.
-Waste of my damned time.
Goddammit. No, please don't go.
Alright. We have
to do this together
like we used to,
like old times, alright?
I'm not gonna watch you
drink your fucking life away.
I'm not asking you to do that.
I'm just your fucking brother
asking you for help.
That's all, right?
Tom. This...
doesn't work right without you.
I think you know that.
That's why
you're here, ain't it?
Tom, please.
Please, just come out
and see it.
That's it.
It's a start.
Looks like shit.
[sigh]
Well, he couldn't have touched
it for at least a few years.
It took me two hours just
to get all the green shit off.
I wish
you would've tore it down.
Hey.
Remember when the apples
came down off that thing?
Yeah.
Best damn apples I ever ate.
It must have been
the size of your fist.
Yeah.
We just got drunk.
Ate apples
till our stomachs hurt.
Don't remind me.
I couldn't even look at a slice
of apple pie after that.
Didn't you fall
outta that fucker
climbing up there
to get a big one?
Huh, I did.
Broke my damn collarbone too.
That's right.
And Pop didn't believe me,
until mom finally took me
to the hospital the next week.
Well, that's right, isn't it?
He could be
a real bastard sometimes, huh?
I'm not building this thing
so that I can drink.
I don't need your help for that.
If I do this, it doesn't change
anything between us.
I still
don't want you coming around.
That's for the best.
And while I'm here
I don't wanna see you
take a single drink.
OK.
Alright then.
I guess we better
head back then.
Get a decent night's rest
'cause we got some work
to do in the morning.
I'm not a monster, Thomas.
Not really.
[owls chirping]
[coyotes barking]
It is getting cold, huh?
-You still...
-Shh...
What?
Coyotes.
Awoo!
What are you doing?
There's coyotes out there.
Awoo!
So you're gonna howl at them?
Sometimes, yeah.
Sometimes they howl back.
Well, it sounds like
you spooked them tonight.
Yep, I guess so.
Why don't we get some shut eye?
Mm-hmm.
I think you've been
out here too long, Peter.
Good night, brother.
[owls whistle]
Morning, sweetheart.
Jesus.
Hmm.
Are you ready to work?
-Yeah.
-Alright, let's go.
[happy music plays]
[Peter] There. That's good.
[inaudible]
[happy music plays]
-Scrape all that off here.
-[Tom] Yeah, yeah, I know.
You know,
I kinda get the feeling
that I was dad's favorite.
-Yeah.
-I think so.
What kind of bullshit
are you talking about?
He was a narcissist
and I kind of look like him.
[[both laughing]
You get looks for mom.
You look just like mom.
[laughing]
So where'd you end up putting
him?
Huh?
Dad?
Where'd you end up?
He's in that old cemetery
behind the First Presbyterian.
He wasn't a Presbyterian.
That's a good place
as any I figure.
What's it say?
Joseph Goodman.
Birth year.
Year he died.
Father of two boys.
[electric motor whirs]
[electric motor whirs]
[electric motor whirs]
At least
it'll be more comfortable
-than the couch tonight.
-What?
I said at least it'll
be more comfortable
-than the couch tonight.
-Right.
You gonna check on them coyotes?
Yeah, sure.
Lemme know if you hear anything.
Right. Thanks.
[coyotes howling]
Little more,
little more, little more.
[anxious music plays]
[meditative music plays]
You okay?
Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
How about a break? Yeah?
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
[meditative music plays]
The water's nice
and cool down there.
You should try it.
-Right.
-[sigh]
It's really gotten
that bad, huh, Pete?
You remember the first time
Pop brought us out here?
Sure.
I threw up all over the sofa.
[Tom] Yeah, I remember.
He always said,
"Yeah, I can drink a lot
for being such a little twerp."
How old do you think
we were back then?
Nine.
You were nine?
Yeah.
Jesus, I didn't realize
we were that young.
Yes, sir.
Started us young,
started us strong.
How's Amaya doing?
What do you mean?
I mean, I've not really been
allowed to see her in a while.
How's she doing?
She doesn't really,
uh, talk much anymore.
-No?
-No.
And how's that?
It's all right. It's quiet.
It ain't been easy on her.
I've been trying
to get more time.
The courts are fucked.
You know how it is.
Yeah.
Sometimes I forget
she's just a little girl.
It's hard on a kid.
Family's all they have.
And you know your parents.
They're your parents.
-Hmm.
-Yeah.
What about you?
What about me?
I mean, it's hard on her.
-How about you?
-I'm okay.
It's just, you know...
I always thought I had a plan.
Not for me, but for her.
Like she was
meant for something.
I didn't want her to get stuck.
Not like the rest of us.
But, you know,
things don't always turn out.
Just like how you planned,
do they?
No, they don't.
Come on, let's get back to work.
Yeah.
[joyful music plays]
All right.
I think the hole
should just fit.
[joyful music continues]
Give it a strong blow.
Blow on it like you mean it.
[joyful music continues]
This is just a little,
give us just a little slab.
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
Yeah, alright.
[joyful music continues]
-I think we're set.
-Well, I'll be.
[joyful music continues]
Let's get back
before it gets dark.
[joyful music continues]
Hey, Pete.
Huh?
You hear that?
[coyotes howling]
Oh yeah.
I guess I didn't notice.
[coyotes howling]
Oh, they're early tonight.
[coyotes howling]
It's nice.
[coyotes howling]
Yeah.
Yeah, it is.
[coyotes howling]
I have to leave, Pete.
[coyotes howling]
What?
Can't stay here.
I gotta go back
to the real world.
We're so close though.
I'll help you cook
in the morning.
I got Amaya tomorrow.
I gotta pick her up from school
[coyotes howling]
Are you coming?
We have work to do
before you go.
[coyotes howling]
Ugh.
Okay.
[Tom] You sure it's down there?
No, not really.
[water lapping]
Well, here.
[water lapping]
I'm gonna hand boxes up
It could be in any one of these.
Let's look
through them, alright?
-Okay.
-Alright.
What's it look like again?
Well, it's a grain mill.
So it's a little tower
with a hand crank on it.
-Okay?
-[Tom] Okay.
It's got a little bowl on top.
[water lapping]
Yeah.
[Peter] Any luck?
Not yet.
[Peter] Well, keep digging.
Ugh!
I think I found it.
Whoa, hey, hey, hey. What are
you doing? What are you doing?
-[Tom] [inaudible] and stuff.
-Don't touch it.
I was looking
for the grain mill.
Now I really don't care.
Just put it away.
I didn't know what it was.
Well, you should have
left it alone.
-Sorry.
-Come on.
Let's go
before you touch anything else.
[owls chirping]
[Tom] Hey Pete,
can I ask you something?
Shoot.
[Tom] You left Emma, right?
Not the other way around.
Before you came out here,
you left her.
I left everything.
So why'd you keep
all that stuff?
[Peter] I don't know.
Seemed like a waste
to throw it away.
[Tom] You got it
locked up in a box.
You seemed happy together.
[Peter] I don't know.
I'm thinking about her
sometimes in the nights.
Did you love her?
[sigh]
I don't love much.
[Peter] No, you do.
You may not want to, but you do.
[heavy breath]
[coyotes howling]
[climbing stairs]
Get up, let's go.
I said early, it's early.
Coming?
Sure.
Right on your heels.
[relaxing music plays]
-Still got to...
-Yeah, those are needed.
Oh, see, I did it too.
It's all right.
Dad used to take hours
to do this.
Yep. Can see why.
So you gotta go over this
with a fine tooth comb.
Alright, I think I'm almost
done with this one.
Alright.
-You wanna take it back?
-Yep.
[Tom] You don't get
to have all the fun.
I don't want all the fun.
It's why I coerced you to come
out here?
Is that what you call it?
Coerced?
[relaxing music continues]
It's just taking
a big long drink, huh?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
Oops, sorry.
-It's alright.
-Yeah.
Always spill some, right?
Yeah.
That's it.
Just get out of here.
[relaxing music continues]
You're gonna be all right
out here all alone?
Born alone, die alone, right?
Best get used to it.
Well, just make sure
that mash works itself off.
I don't want to be
coming all the way out here
and fucking up my boots
for nothing.
[Peter] Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I hear you.
You know,
I know I said it before,
but I really
don't want to see you...
-You know?
-Mm-hmm.
You're better than that.
Yep.
Alright. I'll see you.
-Alright.
-Yeah.
[car engine]
Off we go again.
[sigh]
[bed deflating]
[opens bottle]
[birds chirping]
[meditative music plays]
[heavy breathing]
Hm.
[heavy breathing]
[wind blowing]
[heavy breathing]
[meditative music plays]
[birds chirping]
[heavy breathing]
God dammit.
[heavy breathing]
[meditative music plays]
Go on. Get outta here.
Go on.
Get...
[birds chirping]
[anxious music plays]
[heavy breathing]
[anxious music continues]
[heavy breathing]
Ugh! Motherfucker!
Ugh, God! Shit!
Fuck!
Ugh!
[heavy breathing]
God.
[heavy breathing]
I don't care. I don't care.
Ah!
[bottle drops]
[heavy breathing]
[meditative music plays]
[Emma] Hold on!
Coming! Sorry, I have
a soup on the...
Peter?
Emma.
What are you doing here?
I was uh,
you know,
just in the neighborhood.
So.
Have you been drinking?
Hey, I heard that your grandpa
died a couple weeks back.
Yeah.
He was...
[sigh]
made me think of...
Well you know.
How are you doing?
I'm holding up.
-Why?
-Oh, good. No, I'm glad.
Okay. Well,
I can't stay out here.
-I got the stove on, so...
-Yeah, no, of course.
-Okay go. I'm gonna...
-No I just wanted
to give you this.
Is that your blood?
Um... Yeah.
Yeah, that's um...
It was just an accident.
What are you doing here?
I just wanted to give you that.
-That's it.
-That's it.
Yeah, I thought
you might like it.
You know, I...
I know that you used to like
all the little things
that I made for you, so.
-Peter.
-No, and, I mean,
I've been working
on that for most nights.
Couple months actually.
I had to start over a lot.
You know, cuz, I was trying
to get it just right.
I clearly gave up on that.
I didn't even realize
it was for you until I just...
Look, do you like it?
It's... It's got
your blood on it.
Yeah, I know, I know.
What do you want me to say?
You could say that you like it.
Even though it's not perfect
or even though
it's not finished.
Or even if it's got
a little bit of blood on it.
Or you could just say
that you're glad to see me.
You know, anything
like that might be nice.
No.
I'm not gonna lie to you, Peter.
I mean, Jesus, what's it been?
A year and you turn up out
of the blue on my front porch,
and you're drunk, with some
blood stained carving of,
what even is this? A dog?
It's supposed to be a coyote.
Great. Okay.
Well, I've gotta go.
I've got the stove on,
so here, take this.
No, no, no,
I want you to have it.
-I don't want it.
-I made it for you.
No, you didn't.
You made it for yourself.
Just keep it.
What am I gonna do with it?
Well, it's just something
to remember me by.
I don't want
to remember you, Peter!
You broke my heart.
I loved you.
I did, but you left.
You abandoned me.
I just needed some time.
What, you think you're
the only one that's sad?
That your problems are
harder than anybody else's?
We all got our troubles, Peter.
You're not special.
You left, okay?
I made my peace with that.
I did but you're supposed
to be a ghost now, okay?
That's the only way
this works for me anymore.
I'm sorry.
I don't ever want
to see you again.
Okay.
That's fair.
Fair enough.
Well, what did you think
was gonna happen?
I gotta go.
My soup is gonna burn.
Here. Here
I don't want it.
Goodbye, Peter.
[heavy breathing]
Ugh! God dammit!
Fucking shit! God!
Fuck.
Ugh!
Ugh!
What did you expect
you stupid fucking asshole?
[sigh]
Fuck.
[sigh]
[anxious music plays]
What are you doing?
-[dog barking]
-Tom?
Huh? What is your problem?
What are you doing here?
[Amaya]
Dad, is he gonna be okay?
[Peter] I'm sorry, I don't know
why.
Oh my god. Get up.
-Get up. Get up.
-[Amaya] Dad, what's wrong?
Amaya! Inside, now! Come on!
Get off me. I can handle myself
God dammit. God dammit.
Get it together, huh?
Fuck off, asshole!
-[scream]
-Get up.
You listen to me,
God dammit, okay?
That's my little daughter
in there.
Okay? She's seen enough already.
She doesn't need
to see you like this.
Hey!
[dog barking]
Amaya?
Yeah.
-Alright.
-Yes.
Okay. Okay. Okay.
-Alright?
-Alright. Alright.
Come on.
Come on.
[dog barking]
Come on.
You're a fucking mess.
Come on. Come on.
-Amaya, in your room, now.
-Uncle Pete?
Amaya, go inside your room!
I'm alright baby girl,
just do what you dad says.
-But..
-Alright come on.
Come on. Let's go!
-No! No!
-Let's go.
Stay in here, okay?
[Amaya] But I want to be
with Uncle Peter.
[Tom] Listen.
Uncle Peter isn't feeling well,
and he needs some rest, okay?
[Amaya] Why did you hit him?
[Tom] I don't know.
I don't know.
Okay.
[Amaya] Will you hurt him again?
[Tom] No. No, I won't.
[Amaya] You promise?
[Tom] Cross my heart.
Daddy loves you, okay?
Uncle Peter
is gonna be alright, okay.
Stay in here.
[heavy breathing]
I got puke on my jeans.
[sigh]
Come on.
I'm now opening.
I didn't know where else to go.
Shut up. Here.
Drink this.
Drink this. It'll help.
Just get some sleep, alright?
[sigh]
[lawn mower]
[meditative music plays]
Hmm.
Hmm.
Hmm.
[heavy breaths]
Hey, baby girl.
Shouldn't you be asleep?
Oh you're...
It looked like you were
having a bad dream.
You were making
all sort of weird noises.
-Was I?
-Yeah.
-Did it wake you up?
-No.
I got up for a glass of water
and I heard you
from the kitchen.
It sounded like something
was chasing you.
I didn't want you to be alone.
Thanks. That's uh,
that's very sweet.
You know, your dad's not
gonna be too happy with me
if he catches you in here.
I know.
It's okay.
Everyone says you're sick.
Are you sick?
Yeah. Yeah, I am.
Are you going to get any better?
Dad says that's up to you.
Is that true?
It's not really that simple.
What do you mean?
Well uh,
sometimes..
Sometimes the medicine
that you thought was gonna
make everything better,
sometimes that's exactly
why you're sick.
Then how are you supposed
to get any better?
Hmm.
I'm still working on that.
I miss you, kid.
You don't have to go away
again, do you?
It's okay if you do.
If it will make you any better.
[birds chirping]
[insects chirping]
[coyotes barking]
[birds squawking]
[Tom] Peter!
I was wondering if you'd
ever come back out here.
Give me one good reason
why I shouldn't dump
all that out right now.
I guess you'd have that right.
I didn't want things
to go down like that.
Yeah, no shit.
-No shit, Peter.
-Mm-hmm.
How many times do you have
to fuck up like this, Peter?
Huh?
How many more second chances
do you fucking need?
You make me feel like
a fucking idiot, you know that?
You know that you make me feel
like a fucking idiot
for being your brother.
The hell is wrong with you?
With me? Fuck.
I really want to believe
in you, Peter.
I really want to believe in you.
But you make it so damn hard.
Look if you want to call
this whole thing off
and just leave.
Drive away, never see
or speak to me again.
I get it. I'd understand.
I'd accept it.
I don't know what else
to tell you, Tom.
I could tell you that
I'm actually trying this time,
but I know that you've already
heard that a thousand times.
You're sick of it by now, but...
Uh.
I would say that I,
I'm glad that you came
back out here for me.
Tom. Tom, no, Tom.
Tom! I'm sorry!
Okay?
I woke up in your house,
saw you,
your life for all this year...
I'm sorry.
I probably
should have said that before.
I don't know how many ways
there are to say it.
I just know the one. I'm sorry.
Just get the mash.
Just get the mash.
The mash.
Well, she ain't much
to look at, is she?
She'll run just the same.
You are lucky you're wounded.
These fuckers are heavy.
Yeah, real lucky.
[sigh]
Ah!
How long do you think
till we have shine?
Uh, a while.
We're gonna run this one
nice and slow.
The slower the better.
[blow]
Check it out.
I pulled it out of Dad's box.
Back at the cabin.
Haven't played in a minute.
I bet I could squeeze
a tune out of it.
[playing harmonica]
I stopped by Dad's grave.
Yeah.
Yeah.
When I was at your place
and you were out.
Went to the cemetery
behind the First Presbyterian.
Smaller than I thought.
Yeah, I know.
I always imagined everyone
in our family
would have one
of those big stones.
Stood out.
Defiant.
But there he was.
Just a little plaque.
It's not what I wanted.
Just all I could afford.
It's not so bad, I guess.
You never know how much
any of that stuff
is gonna cost you until it
smacks you right in the face.
Okay. Well.
Damned if you do,
damned if you don't.
[playing harmonica]
Hey, Tom.
I hope the paste is ready.
[playing harmonica]
We really should have
lined these up better before.
So we didn't have to fight
with them now.
Should have done this,
should have done that.
It doesn't matter,
it's on now, right?
-Yeah.
-Seal it up.
Yeah, it's already getting hot.
Just keep a look out for leaks.
I know they're gonna be
there somewhere,
we just don't know where.
[playing harmonica]
[Peter] Oh, head's up.
We got shine.
-Here.
-No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.
You hold that.
I'm catching this nasty stuff.
You sweep in.
-Catch what's coming.
-You got it.
-All right?
-Yeah.
-Alright.
-Yeah.
-Alright, go for it.
-Ah!
Ooh, damn.
Here, smell that.
-Ugh.
-[laughing]
Yeah, those heads
will really get you.
Oh yeah, that almost
knocked me on my ass.
That is some powerful shit.
Yeah, this first jar,
that's nasty shit.
But jar two and three,
that's probably what we want.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
All right.
[playing harmonica]
That's real nasty shit.
[laughing]
[playing harmonica]
[laughing]
Get out.
[playing harmonica]
-[laughing]
-[inaudible]
No, no, but that's
what I told everybody.
[laughing]
[playing harmonica]
[Peter] Alright. That'll do it.
[playing harmonica]
Oh!
You wanna try some?
I don't think
that's such a good idea.
We put in all this work.
The least we can do is
have a sip, right?
For old time's sake.
-You sure?
-Yeah.
Hmm.
Come on,
I'm not gonna get blasted
like some asshole, okay?
Okay.
You want me to get some water
to temper it a little?
Hell no. Let's take it
right off the still.
It's gonna have
a hell of a kick.
It's pretty damn pure.
We can handle it.
Okay.
Alright.
To brothers?
Mmm.
Moment of truth.
Ah, god damn.
That is fucking strong.
Here. Try some. Holy shit.
Woo. God damn,
that is fucking strong.
It's good, right?
Let me try some more.
Oh, damn.
Oh.
It's not right.
What?
It doesn't taste right.
It tastes great,
what are you talking about?
No, no, no.
It doesn't taste
like how I remember.
Peter. It's great.
I must have messed up
the barley.
That damned feed store barley.
I probably soaked it too long.
I knew that was gonna happen.
No, Peter, you did good.
-It's great.
-No!
It's supposed to taste
the way that I remember!
Like when we used
to make it with Dad.
Okay, well.
It tastes like it does when
we made it together, okay?
Besides, we haven't even aged it
or tempered it or anything.
Yeah, maybe.
Maybe aging it will help.
I know it will.
You gonna have this drink
with me or not?
Okay, Tom.
-[laughing]
-[Tom] You like it.
You like it!
Don't act fucking coy.
You like it.
[clears throat]
[Peter] Hm. It gets better
the more you drink.
Fucking blow me.
I thought I was the drunk.
We build up our tolerances
over the years.
Little by little.
Fuck I am really drunk though.
Fuck.
[laughing]
[breathing]
Why'd you do it?
Why'd you leave?
You never told me.
I mean, like, why'd you,
come all the way out here?
You never asked.
I asked plenty.
You were never around to answer.
Now I've got you trapped.
Okay?
Why'd you do it?
I don't know.
-You don't know?
-No.
That's it? You don't know?
It was a rotten thing to do.
I know that.
I knew it then, too.
I don't know.
Maybe I'm just rotten.
No, I'm not gonna take the lies
that you tell yourself, okay?
You can't lie to me.
You can lie to yourself
but you can't lie to me.
I'm your brother.
I see you.
I guess, uh...
I don't know.
[clears throat]
Dad died and I just wanted...
No, I needed things
to make sense.
And I thought things
would be different.
I thought I would be different.
But that didn't happen.
Nothing happened.
And nothing made any more sense
than it did before.
He was just gone and...
Everything was the same.
I found myself waking up
with this stranger in my bed
and finding myself
to be that stranger.
I'd ask myself
why I'd come back.
Why did I come
back down to earth?
And he was always there
to tell me where to go.
Who to be.
When he died I just realized...
Ah...
I don't know what I realized.
And I thought to myself, "Fuck,
wasn't I supposed to deal
with this shit
when I was sixteen?"
"Wasn't I supposed to get over
this in high school
with some grand coming
of age moment
where I tell off the principle
and become a man?"
I'm too old for that.
Too late.
-Act your age.
-[laughing]
"Act your age"
And how old am I again?
How am I supposed to act?
All I know is habit.
Routine made for me
before I was born.
Before my father was born,
our father. Our grandfather.
No, if I stayed out there
in real life,
everything would have
gone according to plan.
Someone else's plan.
Someone else's life.
His maybe? I don't know.
So I said "Fuck it."
And I came out here.
Because I didn't know
where else to go.
I thought about killing myself.
Came close once.
I know you probably don't
want to hear about that.
But it is what it is.
Man, I never did it anyway.
It just..
Didn't really seem to be the...
right solution.
I think I was searching
for some bigger picture,
some greater purpose.
But I didn't find one.
I don't think I found anything.
I'm not blessed,
not fucking wise, not...
not even lucky.
Hmm.
All I found was the woods.
The trees.
And that drinking feeling
was the only thing
that let everything slow down.
Did it help?
I don't know.
I'm still here.
I'm still drunk.
But I'm not afraid anymore.
He had it too.
That feeling.
I was a little bit older.
And I know
cuz I was able to see it
when I still had the chance.
It was in his eyes.
He never really
let it to the surface,
but if you looked
you could see it.
I have it too.
It's in our blood.
He gave it to us.
I think that's why he brought
us out here so much.
He was trying
to show us something.
I don't even think
he knew what it was.
But I really think he was
trying to just help us.
I really do.
I think he was trying to help.
[birds chirping]
You gonna remember
to save me some of that
when it's all finished?
Of course.
Good.
[sigh]
Well.
Hey.
What's this?
I want you to have that.
-Full kick?
-Yep.
You sure?
For when you need a good
knock on your ass, yeah.
I guess
I'll see you around then.
Come here.
-What?
-Come here.
What?
We don't have much.
Not anymore.
You come back, okay?
Hey, come back.
Okay.
Love you.
Love you too.
[heavy breathing]
[meditative music plays]
[music fades]
[nature sounds]
[]
[meditative music plays]
[birds chirping]
[sigh]
[sigh]
[meditative music plays]
[meditative music continues]
[deep breaths]
Oh shit.
Are you serious?
Oh God. I hate Gin.
[sigh]
[sigh]
Goodman
How's it going?
It's going.
Ready for buck season?
Yes, sir.
First season without Joe, right?
Mm, yep.
Well, you get used to it.
Right.
So, uh, what you got
for me today?
There you go.
[sigh]
OK.
Yeah, I mean,
they're not band furs.
I'm just not really looking
for whitetail right now.
Guess I can give you
a 60 for the lot.
Sixty?
Yeah, that's about it.
I've got you
like seven animals here.
Look, Peter,
I wish I could do more,
but what you've got here just...
It just isn't worth that much.
[birds chirping]
[coyotes barking]
Oh shit.
God damn.
Oh. Ugh!
[sigh]
[sigh]
Ooh!
[coyotes howling]
Hm.
Hm.
[coyotes howling]
[meditative music plays]
[birds chirping]
[gunshot]
[suspenseful music plays]
[birds chirping]
[flies buzzing]
Jesus Christ.
Fuck!
[clearing throat]
[sigh]
Shit.
[deep breaths]
[birds chirping]
[meditative music plays]
[door knock]
[Amaya] Dad!
Someone is at the door!
-Dad!
-Shit.
Dad!
[Tom] I'm coming. Damn it.
Uncle Pete?
Hey, baby girl.
Is your dad home?
Are you sick?
What?
[Amaya] Dad said
you had too much to drink
and that made you sick and
that's why you had to go away.
Are you sick
or are you better yet?
I, uh...
Are you even gonna get better?
-What are you doing here?
-Sorry.
[Tom] Amaya, go to your room.
-[Amaya] Dad!
-I said go to your room.
-I wanna be with Uncle Peter.
-Don't make me tell you twice.
-This is so stupid.
-Amaya, now.
[Amaya] You're so mean.
I hate you.
[Tom] Hey, you better watch it,
young lady.
What are you doing
showing up here like this?
I didn't know it was your week.
Didn't I tell you I didn't
wanna see you around here?
She doesn't need to see you
like this.
You told her I was sick?
Well, aren't you?
Look, she wanted
to know where you went,
so I just told her the truth.
Look, you're late anyway.
What?
You're here about the stone?
I didn't wanna chase you down,
so I took care of it myself.
They're laying it on Tuesday.
You can go see it
anytime after that, OK?
-Oh.
-Yeah.
-Oh, OK.
-Now look,
we got enough problems
on our own
without you
coming around, alright?
Wait, wait, wait, wait, I...
I don't have any more time
for your bullshit.
No, no, no. I just...
I'm working on something.
Yeah? What is it this time?
No, not...
I didn't come here
about the, uh...
I just wanted to tell you...
It sounds really stupid now,
but I found the old still.
The old still, moonshine still?
Yep.
That's why you came out here?
You found the old still?
Yeah.
Great. What are you...
Why are you telling me?
I just, I...
I thought maybe
I could fix it up.
You know, run it one more time.
Like when we were kids with pop.
The old still, uh?
Yeah.
And I thought
maybe you'd like to know.
Maybe you'd help.
I don't know, for all time sake.
Great.
You wanted me to know.
Now I know, OK?
Look, I can't stay out here.
I gotta go inside and take care
of my daughter, all right?
Piece of shit!
[birds chirping]
I don't want to hear it.
[owl whistle]
[birds chirping]
[birds chirping]
[meditative music plays]
[anxious music plays]
Dammit!
[heavy breaths]
What?
[heavy breaths]
I can't stop.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, I know that.
Mm-hmm.
[heavy breaths]
To life.
You know?
There's way too much
of your fucking shit
in this fucking place now.
[sigh]
It smells
and I can barely breathe.
You asshole.
Why didn't you tell me
where it was out there?
What state it was in.
Hmm?
I could have done something
to fix it up or tear it down.
Wouldn't have mattered.
No, no, no.
You, you are a shitty
fucking piece of shit.
You're a fucking
bastard, asshole.
You're a waste on fucking earth.
I'm glad you're gone.
[heavy breaths]
You waste a fucking earth.
You heartless bastard.
You know, I worshiped you?
I worshiped every second
we had together.
I worshiped
all of your fucking junk.
No, no, no, no, no.
No, we're not doing that.
No, no, no.
Tonight's a good night.
Tonight is the first night.
And tonight I'm gonna drink.
I am gonna get fucked up.
And when I wake up tomorrow,
I'm still gonna be drunk.
Yeah.
Yeah.
[sigh]
Huh.
See that?
Almost steady.
Huh.
Cheers.
[meditative music plays]
[door knock]
Peter.
-[door knock]
-Peter, open up.
Ugh!
Come on,
I can fucking see you, man.
[door knock]
[door knock]
Come on. Just close the door.
Jesus.
[birds chirping]
[groaning]
Oh, my fucking head.
You're up.
Tom.
When did you get here?
-This morning.
-Today?
This morning.
[Peter] Christ, I thought
that was a dream.
Fortunately, not.
Yeah.
It's good to see you too. Geez.
Oh.
Hey, can you get me a beer?
They're in the fridge.
What's going on here?
I'm trying to get rid
of this goddamn headache.
No, I mean,
what are you doing out here?
And why did you show up
at my house the other day?
I don't know, all right.
Just get me a beer, please.
Give me a beer
so I can think straight.
You're building the old still.
Is that why you're here?
Is that why
you were at my house?
Jesus Christ, I don't know, OK?
Just please,
go get me a fucking beer.
What's a still
got to do with you and me?
Uh, I don't know. All right?
Maybe I thought
that you would help.
-Why the hell would I do that?
-No, it's just...
I thought
that you would want to.
It's just
what we used to do with Dad.
Is that what this is about?
-Yeah, sure.
-Pop?
Mm-hmm, think so.
What about you?
What about me?
I'm not stupid.
You want to build a still.
No. No, no, no, no.
-That's not it.
-Well, then what else
-would it be?
-I don't know, alright?
I don't know why.
I just know
that this is something
that I have to do,
okay? Alright?
And I've got way too much
of a headache
to even think right now.
And even if I didn't,
I probably still wouldn't
be able to tell you why.
I just know
that I have to do this.
Tom, where are you going?
No, no, no. Tom!
I don't even know
why I came out here.
-Tom, please don't go.
-Waste of my damned time.
Goddammit. No, please don't go.
Alright. We have
to do this together
like we used to,
like old times, alright?
I'm not gonna watch you
drink your fucking life away.
I'm not asking you to do that.
I'm just your fucking brother
asking you for help.
That's all, right?
Tom. This...
doesn't work right without you.
I think you know that.
That's why
you're here, ain't it?
Tom, please.
Please, just come out
and see it.
That's it.
It's a start.
Looks like shit.
[sigh]
Well, he couldn't have touched
it for at least a few years.
It took me two hours just
to get all the green shit off.
I wish
you would've tore it down.
Hey.
Remember when the apples
came down off that thing?
Yeah.
Best damn apples I ever ate.
It must have been
the size of your fist.
Yeah.
We just got drunk.
Ate apples
till our stomachs hurt.
Don't remind me.
I couldn't even look at a slice
of apple pie after that.
Didn't you fall
outta that fucker
climbing up there
to get a big one?
Huh, I did.
Broke my damn collarbone too.
That's right.
And Pop didn't believe me,
until mom finally took me
to the hospital the next week.
Well, that's right, isn't it?
He could be
a real bastard sometimes, huh?
I'm not building this thing
so that I can drink.
I don't need your help for that.
If I do this, it doesn't change
anything between us.
I still
don't want you coming around.
That's for the best.
And while I'm here
I don't wanna see you
take a single drink.
OK.
Alright then.
I guess we better
head back then.
Get a decent night's rest
'cause we got some work
to do in the morning.
I'm not a monster, Thomas.
Not really.
[owls chirping]
[coyotes barking]
It is getting cold, huh?
-You still...
-Shh...
What?
Coyotes.
Awoo!
What are you doing?
There's coyotes out there.
Awoo!
So you're gonna howl at them?
Sometimes, yeah.
Sometimes they howl back.
Well, it sounds like
you spooked them tonight.
Yep, I guess so.
Why don't we get some shut eye?
Mm-hmm.
I think you've been
out here too long, Peter.
Good night, brother.
[owls whistle]
Morning, sweetheart.
Jesus.
Hmm.
Are you ready to work?
-Yeah.
-Alright, let's go.
[happy music plays]
[Peter] There. That's good.
[inaudible]
[happy music plays]
-Scrape all that off here.
-[Tom] Yeah, yeah, I know.
You know,
I kinda get the feeling
that I was dad's favorite.
-Yeah.
-I think so.
What kind of bullshit
are you talking about?
He was a narcissist
and I kind of look like him.
[[both laughing]
You get looks for mom.
You look just like mom.
[laughing]
So where'd you end up putting
him?
Huh?
Dad?
Where'd you end up?
He's in that old cemetery
behind the First Presbyterian.
He wasn't a Presbyterian.
That's a good place
as any I figure.
What's it say?
Joseph Goodman.
Birth year.
Year he died.
Father of two boys.
[electric motor whirs]
[electric motor whirs]
[electric motor whirs]
At least
it'll be more comfortable
-than the couch tonight.
-What?
I said at least it'll
be more comfortable
-than the couch tonight.
-Right.
You gonna check on them coyotes?
Yeah, sure.
Lemme know if you hear anything.
Right. Thanks.
[coyotes howling]
Little more,
little more, little more.
[anxious music plays]
[meditative music plays]
You okay?
Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
How about a break? Yeah?
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
[meditative music plays]
The water's nice
and cool down there.
You should try it.
-Right.
-[sigh]
It's really gotten
that bad, huh, Pete?
You remember the first time
Pop brought us out here?
Sure.
I threw up all over the sofa.
[Tom] Yeah, I remember.
He always said,
"Yeah, I can drink a lot
for being such a little twerp."
How old do you think
we were back then?
Nine.
You were nine?
Yeah.
Jesus, I didn't realize
we were that young.
Yes, sir.
Started us young,
started us strong.
How's Amaya doing?
What do you mean?
I mean, I've not really been
allowed to see her in a while.
How's she doing?
She doesn't really,
uh, talk much anymore.
-No?
-No.
And how's that?
It's all right. It's quiet.
It ain't been easy on her.
I've been trying
to get more time.
The courts are fucked.
You know how it is.
Yeah.
Sometimes I forget
she's just a little girl.
It's hard on a kid.
Family's all they have.
And you know your parents.
They're your parents.
-Hmm.
-Yeah.
What about you?
What about me?
I mean, it's hard on her.
-How about you?
-I'm okay.
It's just, you know...
I always thought I had a plan.
Not for me, but for her.
Like she was
meant for something.
I didn't want her to get stuck.
Not like the rest of us.
But, you know,
things don't always turn out.
Just like how you planned,
do they?
No, they don't.
Come on, let's get back to work.
Yeah.
[joyful music plays]
All right.
I think the hole
should just fit.
[joyful music continues]
Give it a strong blow.
Blow on it like you mean it.
[joyful music continues]
This is just a little,
give us just a little slab.
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
Yeah, alright.
[joyful music continues]
-I think we're set.
-Well, I'll be.
[joyful music continues]
Let's get back
before it gets dark.
[joyful music continues]
Hey, Pete.
Huh?
You hear that?
[coyotes howling]
Oh yeah.
I guess I didn't notice.
[coyotes howling]
Oh, they're early tonight.
[coyotes howling]
It's nice.
[coyotes howling]
Yeah.
Yeah, it is.
[coyotes howling]
I have to leave, Pete.
[coyotes howling]
What?
Can't stay here.
I gotta go back
to the real world.
We're so close though.
I'll help you cook
in the morning.
I got Amaya tomorrow.
I gotta pick her up from school
[coyotes howling]
Are you coming?
We have work to do
before you go.
[coyotes howling]
Ugh.
Okay.
[Tom] You sure it's down there?
No, not really.
[water lapping]
Well, here.
[water lapping]
I'm gonna hand boxes up
It could be in any one of these.
Let's look
through them, alright?
-Okay.
-Alright.
What's it look like again?
Well, it's a grain mill.
So it's a little tower
with a hand crank on it.
-Okay?
-[Tom] Okay.
It's got a little bowl on top.
[water lapping]
Yeah.
[Peter] Any luck?
Not yet.
[Peter] Well, keep digging.
Ugh!
I think I found it.
Whoa, hey, hey, hey. What are
you doing? What are you doing?
-[Tom] [inaudible] and stuff.
-Don't touch it.
I was looking
for the grain mill.
Now I really don't care.
Just put it away.
I didn't know what it was.
Well, you should have
left it alone.
-Sorry.
-Come on.
Let's go
before you touch anything else.
[owls chirping]
[Tom] Hey Pete,
can I ask you something?
Shoot.
[Tom] You left Emma, right?
Not the other way around.
Before you came out here,
you left her.
I left everything.
So why'd you keep
all that stuff?
[Peter] I don't know.
Seemed like a waste
to throw it away.
[Tom] You got it
locked up in a box.
You seemed happy together.
[Peter] I don't know.
I'm thinking about her
sometimes in the nights.
Did you love her?
[sigh]
I don't love much.
[Peter] No, you do.
You may not want to, but you do.
[heavy breath]
[coyotes howling]
[climbing stairs]
Get up, let's go.
I said early, it's early.
Coming?
Sure.
Right on your heels.
[relaxing music plays]
-Still got to...
-Yeah, those are needed.
Oh, see, I did it too.
It's all right.
Dad used to take hours
to do this.
Yep. Can see why.
So you gotta go over this
with a fine tooth comb.
Alright, I think I'm almost
done with this one.
Alright.
-You wanna take it back?
-Yep.
[Tom] You don't get
to have all the fun.
I don't want all the fun.
It's why I coerced you to come
out here?
Is that what you call it?
Coerced?
[relaxing music continues]
It's just taking
a big long drink, huh?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
Oops, sorry.
-It's alright.
-Yeah.
Always spill some, right?
Yeah.
That's it.
Just get out of here.
[relaxing music continues]
You're gonna be all right
out here all alone?
Born alone, die alone, right?
Best get used to it.
Well, just make sure
that mash works itself off.
I don't want to be
coming all the way out here
and fucking up my boots
for nothing.
[Peter] Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I hear you.
You know,
I know I said it before,
but I really
don't want to see you...
-You know?
-Mm-hmm.
You're better than that.
Yep.
Alright. I'll see you.
-Alright.
-Yeah.
[car engine]
Off we go again.
[sigh]
[bed deflating]
[opens bottle]
[birds chirping]
[meditative music plays]
[heavy breathing]
Hm.
[heavy breathing]
[wind blowing]
[heavy breathing]
[meditative music plays]
[birds chirping]
[heavy breathing]
God dammit.
[heavy breathing]
[meditative music plays]
Go on. Get outta here.
Go on.
Get...
[birds chirping]
[anxious music plays]
[heavy breathing]
[anxious music continues]
[heavy breathing]
Ugh! Motherfucker!
Ugh, God! Shit!
Fuck!
Ugh!
[heavy breathing]
God.
[heavy breathing]
I don't care. I don't care.
Ah!
[bottle drops]
[heavy breathing]
[meditative music plays]
[Emma] Hold on!
Coming! Sorry, I have
a soup on the...
Peter?
Emma.
What are you doing here?
I was uh,
you know,
just in the neighborhood.
So.
Have you been drinking?
Hey, I heard that your grandpa
died a couple weeks back.
Yeah.
He was...
[sigh]
made me think of...
Well you know.
How are you doing?
I'm holding up.
-Why?
-Oh, good. No, I'm glad.
Okay. Well,
I can't stay out here.
-I got the stove on, so...
-Yeah, no, of course.
-Okay go. I'm gonna...
-No I just wanted
to give you this.
Is that your blood?
Um... Yeah.
Yeah, that's um...
It was just an accident.
What are you doing here?
I just wanted to give you that.
-That's it.
-That's it.
Yeah, I thought
you might like it.
You know, I...
I know that you used to like
all the little things
that I made for you, so.
-Peter.
-No, and, I mean,
I've been working
on that for most nights.
Couple months actually.
I had to start over a lot.
You know, cuz, I was trying
to get it just right.
I clearly gave up on that.
I didn't even realize
it was for you until I just...
Look, do you like it?
It's... It's got
your blood on it.
Yeah, I know, I know.
What do you want me to say?
You could say that you like it.
Even though it's not perfect
or even though
it's not finished.
Or even if it's got
a little bit of blood on it.
Or you could just say
that you're glad to see me.
You know, anything
like that might be nice.
No.
I'm not gonna lie to you, Peter.
I mean, Jesus, what's it been?
A year and you turn up out
of the blue on my front porch,
and you're drunk, with some
blood stained carving of,
what even is this? A dog?
It's supposed to be a coyote.
Great. Okay.
Well, I've gotta go.
I've got the stove on,
so here, take this.
No, no, no,
I want you to have it.
-I don't want it.
-I made it for you.
No, you didn't.
You made it for yourself.
Just keep it.
What am I gonna do with it?
Well, it's just something
to remember me by.
I don't want
to remember you, Peter!
You broke my heart.
I loved you.
I did, but you left.
You abandoned me.
I just needed some time.
What, you think you're
the only one that's sad?
That your problems are
harder than anybody else's?
We all got our troubles, Peter.
You're not special.
You left, okay?
I made my peace with that.
I did but you're supposed
to be a ghost now, okay?
That's the only way
this works for me anymore.
I'm sorry.
I don't ever want
to see you again.
Okay.
That's fair.
Fair enough.
Well, what did you think
was gonna happen?
I gotta go.
My soup is gonna burn.
Here. Here
I don't want it.
Goodbye, Peter.
[heavy breathing]
Ugh! God dammit!
Fucking shit! God!
Fuck.
Ugh!
Ugh!
What did you expect
you stupid fucking asshole?
[sigh]
Fuck.
[sigh]
[anxious music plays]
What are you doing?
-[dog barking]
-Tom?
Huh? What is your problem?
What are you doing here?
[Amaya]
Dad, is he gonna be okay?
[Peter] I'm sorry, I don't know
why.
Oh my god. Get up.
-Get up. Get up.
-[Amaya] Dad, what's wrong?
Amaya! Inside, now! Come on!
Get off me. I can handle myself
God dammit. God dammit.
Get it together, huh?
Fuck off, asshole!
-[scream]
-Get up.
You listen to me,
God dammit, okay?
That's my little daughter
in there.
Okay? She's seen enough already.
She doesn't need
to see you like this.
Hey!
[dog barking]
Amaya?
Yeah.
-Alright.
-Yes.
Okay. Okay. Okay.
-Alright?
-Alright. Alright.
Come on.
Come on.
[dog barking]
Come on.
You're a fucking mess.
Come on. Come on.
-Amaya, in your room, now.
-Uncle Pete?
Amaya, go inside your room!
I'm alright baby girl,
just do what you dad says.
-But..
-Alright come on.
Come on. Let's go!
-No! No!
-Let's go.
Stay in here, okay?
[Amaya] But I want to be
with Uncle Peter.
[Tom] Listen.
Uncle Peter isn't feeling well,
and he needs some rest, okay?
[Amaya] Why did you hit him?
[Tom] I don't know.
I don't know.
Okay.
[Amaya] Will you hurt him again?
[Tom] No. No, I won't.
[Amaya] You promise?
[Tom] Cross my heart.
Daddy loves you, okay?
Uncle Peter
is gonna be alright, okay.
Stay in here.
[heavy breathing]
I got puke on my jeans.
[sigh]
Come on.
I'm now opening.
I didn't know where else to go.
Shut up. Here.
Drink this.
Drink this. It'll help.
Just get some sleep, alright?
[sigh]
[lawn mower]
[meditative music plays]
Hmm.
Hmm.
Hmm.
[heavy breaths]
Hey, baby girl.
Shouldn't you be asleep?
Oh you're...
It looked like you were
having a bad dream.
You were making
all sort of weird noises.
-Was I?
-Yeah.
-Did it wake you up?
-No.
I got up for a glass of water
and I heard you
from the kitchen.
It sounded like something
was chasing you.
I didn't want you to be alone.
Thanks. That's uh,
that's very sweet.
You know, your dad's not
gonna be too happy with me
if he catches you in here.
I know.
It's okay.
Everyone says you're sick.
Are you sick?
Yeah. Yeah, I am.
Are you going to get any better?
Dad says that's up to you.
Is that true?
It's not really that simple.
What do you mean?
Well uh,
sometimes..
Sometimes the medicine
that you thought was gonna
make everything better,
sometimes that's exactly
why you're sick.
Then how are you supposed
to get any better?
Hmm.
I'm still working on that.
I miss you, kid.
You don't have to go away
again, do you?
It's okay if you do.
If it will make you any better.
[birds chirping]
[insects chirping]
[coyotes barking]
[birds squawking]
[Tom] Peter!
I was wondering if you'd
ever come back out here.
Give me one good reason
why I shouldn't dump
all that out right now.
I guess you'd have that right.
I didn't want things
to go down like that.
Yeah, no shit.
-No shit, Peter.
-Mm-hmm.
How many times do you have
to fuck up like this, Peter?
Huh?
How many more second chances
do you fucking need?
You make me feel like
a fucking idiot, you know that?
You know that you make me feel
like a fucking idiot
for being your brother.
The hell is wrong with you?
With me? Fuck.
I really want to believe
in you, Peter.
I really want to believe in you.
But you make it so damn hard.
Look if you want to call
this whole thing off
and just leave.
Drive away, never see
or speak to me again.
I get it. I'd understand.
I'd accept it.
I don't know what else
to tell you, Tom.
I could tell you that
I'm actually trying this time,
but I know that you've already
heard that a thousand times.
You're sick of it by now, but...
Uh.
I would say that I,
I'm glad that you came
back out here for me.
Tom. Tom, no, Tom.
Tom! I'm sorry!
Okay?
I woke up in your house,
saw you,
your life for all this year...
I'm sorry.
I probably
should have said that before.
I don't know how many ways
there are to say it.
I just know the one. I'm sorry.
Just get the mash.
Just get the mash.
The mash.
Well, she ain't much
to look at, is she?
She'll run just the same.
You are lucky you're wounded.
These fuckers are heavy.
Yeah, real lucky.
[sigh]
Ah!
How long do you think
till we have shine?
Uh, a while.
We're gonna run this one
nice and slow.
The slower the better.
[blow]
Check it out.
I pulled it out of Dad's box.
Back at the cabin.
Haven't played in a minute.
I bet I could squeeze
a tune out of it.
[playing harmonica]
I stopped by Dad's grave.
Yeah.
Yeah.
When I was at your place
and you were out.
Went to the cemetery
behind the First Presbyterian.
Smaller than I thought.
Yeah, I know.
I always imagined everyone
in our family
would have one
of those big stones.
Stood out.
Defiant.
But there he was.
Just a little plaque.
It's not what I wanted.
Just all I could afford.
It's not so bad, I guess.
You never know how much
any of that stuff
is gonna cost you until it
smacks you right in the face.
Okay. Well.
Damned if you do,
damned if you don't.
[playing harmonica]
Hey, Tom.
I hope the paste is ready.
[playing harmonica]
We really should have
lined these up better before.
So we didn't have to fight
with them now.
Should have done this,
should have done that.
It doesn't matter,
it's on now, right?
-Yeah.
-Seal it up.
Yeah, it's already getting hot.
Just keep a look out for leaks.
I know they're gonna be
there somewhere,
we just don't know where.
[playing harmonica]
[Peter] Oh, head's up.
We got shine.
-Here.
-No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.
You hold that.
I'm catching this nasty stuff.
You sweep in.
-Catch what's coming.
-You got it.
-All right?
-Yeah.
-Alright.
-Yeah.
-Alright, go for it.
-Ah!
Ooh, damn.
Here, smell that.
-Ugh.
-[laughing]
Yeah, those heads
will really get you.
Oh yeah, that almost
knocked me on my ass.
That is some powerful shit.
Yeah, this first jar,
that's nasty shit.
But jar two and three,
that's probably what we want.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
All right.
[playing harmonica]
That's real nasty shit.
[laughing]
[playing harmonica]
[laughing]
Get out.
[playing harmonica]
-[laughing]
-[inaudible]
No, no, but that's
what I told everybody.
[laughing]
[playing harmonica]
[Peter] Alright. That'll do it.
[playing harmonica]
Oh!
You wanna try some?
I don't think
that's such a good idea.
We put in all this work.
The least we can do is
have a sip, right?
For old time's sake.
-You sure?
-Yeah.
Hmm.
Come on,
I'm not gonna get blasted
like some asshole, okay?
Okay.
You want me to get some water
to temper it a little?
Hell no. Let's take it
right off the still.
It's gonna have
a hell of a kick.
It's pretty damn pure.
We can handle it.
Okay.
Alright.
To brothers?
Mmm.
Moment of truth.
Ah, god damn.
That is fucking strong.
Here. Try some. Holy shit.
Woo. God damn,
that is fucking strong.
It's good, right?
Let me try some more.
Oh, damn.
Oh.
It's not right.
What?
It doesn't taste right.
It tastes great,
what are you talking about?
No, no, no.
It doesn't taste
like how I remember.
Peter. It's great.
I must have messed up
the barley.
That damned feed store barley.
I probably soaked it too long.
I knew that was gonna happen.
No, Peter, you did good.
-It's great.
-No!
It's supposed to taste
the way that I remember!
Like when we used
to make it with Dad.
Okay, well.
It tastes like it does when
we made it together, okay?
Besides, we haven't even aged it
or tempered it or anything.
Yeah, maybe.
Maybe aging it will help.
I know it will.
You gonna have this drink
with me or not?
Okay, Tom.
-[laughing]
-[Tom] You like it.
You like it!
Don't act fucking coy.
You like it.
[clears throat]
[Peter] Hm. It gets better
the more you drink.
Fucking blow me.
I thought I was the drunk.
We build up our tolerances
over the years.
Little by little.
Fuck I am really drunk though.
Fuck.
[laughing]
[breathing]
Why'd you do it?
Why'd you leave?
You never told me.
I mean, like, why'd you,
come all the way out here?
You never asked.
I asked plenty.
You were never around to answer.
Now I've got you trapped.
Okay?
Why'd you do it?
I don't know.
-You don't know?
-No.
That's it? You don't know?
It was a rotten thing to do.
I know that.
I knew it then, too.
I don't know.
Maybe I'm just rotten.
No, I'm not gonna take the lies
that you tell yourself, okay?
You can't lie to me.
You can lie to yourself
but you can't lie to me.
I'm your brother.
I see you.
I guess, uh...
I don't know.
[clears throat]
Dad died and I just wanted...
No, I needed things
to make sense.
And I thought things
would be different.
I thought I would be different.
But that didn't happen.
Nothing happened.
And nothing made any more sense
than it did before.
He was just gone and...
Everything was the same.
I found myself waking up
with this stranger in my bed
and finding myself
to be that stranger.
I'd ask myself
why I'd come back.
Why did I come
back down to earth?
And he was always there
to tell me where to go.
Who to be.
When he died I just realized...
Ah...
I don't know what I realized.
And I thought to myself, "Fuck,
wasn't I supposed to deal
with this shit
when I was sixteen?"
"Wasn't I supposed to get over
this in high school
with some grand coming
of age moment
where I tell off the principle
and become a man?"
I'm too old for that.
Too late.
-Act your age.
-[laughing]
"Act your age"
And how old am I again?
How am I supposed to act?
All I know is habit.
Routine made for me
before I was born.
Before my father was born,
our father. Our grandfather.
No, if I stayed out there
in real life,
everything would have
gone according to plan.
Someone else's plan.
Someone else's life.
His maybe? I don't know.
So I said "Fuck it."
And I came out here.
Because I didn't know
where else to go.
I thought about killing myself.
Came close once.
I know you probably don't
want to hear about that.
But it is what it is.
Man, I never did it anyway.
It just..
Didn't really seem to be the...
right solution.
I think I was searching
for some bigger picture,
some greater purpose.
But I didn't find one.
I don't think I found anything.
I'm not blessed,
not fucking wise, not...
not even lucky.
Hmm.
All I found was the woods.
The trees.
And that drinking feeling
was the only thing
that let everything slow down.
Did it help?
I don't know.
I'm still here.
I'm still drunk.
But I'm not afraid anymore.
He had it too.
That feeling.
I was a little bit older.
And I know
cuz I was able to see it
when I still had the chance.
It was in his eyes.
He never really
let it to the surface,
but if you looked
you could see it.
I have it too.
It's in our blood.
He gave it to us.
I think that's why he brought
us out here so much.
He was trying
to show us something.
I don't even think
he knew what it was.
But I really think he was
trying to just help us.
I really do.
I think he was trying to help.
[birds chirping]
You gonna remember
to save me some of that
when it's all finished?
Of course.
Good.
[sigh]
Well.
Hey.
What's this?
I want you to have that.
-Full kick?
-Yep.
You sure?
For when you need a good
knock on your ass, yeah.
I guess
I'll see you around then.
Come here.
-What?
-Come here.
What?
We don't have much.
Not anymore.
You come back, okay?
Hey, come back.
Okay.
Love you.
Love you too.
[heavy breathing]
[meditative music plays]
[music fades]
[nature sounds]