Stranglehold (2026) Movie Script

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[orchestral music playing]
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-[indistinct chatter]
-[siren wails]
[birds squawk]
[dramatic orchestral
music playing]
[upbeat music playing]
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Time was drifting,
this rock had got to roll
So I hit the road
and made my getaway
Now, you being late
makes me late.
Hold your-- and I'll fix
the fucking battery.
Searching for a better way
Tim, if I miss my shift,
Junior's gonna fucking fire me.
[Tim] Who's he gonna hire?
There's like two bangable
chicks in this town
and you're one of 'em.
[Tim] Can't have people come
over for a fucking weekend.
Kept on looking for a way
to take me through the night
Couldn't get it right
Couldn't get it right
Philly's fever uh,
made me feel all right
But I must admit it got
the best of me
Getting down so deep
I could have drowned
Now I can't get back
the way I used to be
Kept on looking for a sign
in the middle of the night
But I couldn't see the light
No, I couldn't see the light
Kept on looking for a way
to take me through the night
Couldn't get it right
Couldn't get it right
[]
New York City took me
with the tide
And I nearly died
from hospitality
Left me stranded,
took away my pride
Just another.
Hi, Taylor.
[game noises]
Kept on looking for a sign
in the middle of the night
I couldn't see the light
No, I couldn't see the light
[Dale] Hey, you still
married to that douchebag?
[Bailey]
I'm still married, Dale.
[Dale] Yeah, yeah,
always bullshitting.
-I'm not bullshitting you.
-[Dale] Sure.
You know, I've been
a married woman.
I'm getting me a private dance
if I want.
-[Leon] I'll see what I can do.
-[indistinct speech]
-Couldn't get it right
-[Dixie] Hey, girl.
Kept on looking for a sign
in the middle of the night
[Chauncey]
Hey, Bailey, you're late.
[Bailey] I know, I know.
Couldn't see the light
Hey, hey.
-You're fucking late.
-[Bailey] I know.
-I'm getting dressed.
-Late, late, late,
but strolling
in like everything's good.
-What is that?
-What?
You see that video I sent you?
Fucking crocodile taking down
that anaconda?
[laughs] Yeah, man.
-Bro.
-That was-- that was nuts.
I saw that and I was like,
"Darryl's got to see this shit."
Here's your drink, baby.
What's up, Jan?
[Darryl] I thought for sure
that crocodile kicked his ass.
[Junior] Yeah.
Look so good tonight.
[Chauncey] Yo, yo.
-Hands off.
-Come on, man.
[Chauncey] You cannot
touch the girls, dude.
[Junior] Is that Scridge?
That fucking Scridge?
[Darryl] Dude's banging.
I don't know how he got in.
New York City took me
with the tide
And I nearly died
from hospitality
Left me stranded,
took away my pride
Just another no account
fatality
Kept on looking for a sign
in the middle of the night
Couldn't see the light
No, I couldn't see the light
But I couldn't see the light
No, I couldn't see the light
Couldn't get it right
Couldn't get it right
[soft piano music playing]
[typing on phone]
Mm.
Hm.
[Flyin' Bryan] And now,
coming to the main stage,
let's hear it for Summer.
I'm through,
I'm through, I'm through
This that
hot girl bummer anthem
Turn it up
and throw a tantrum
This that
hot girl bummer anthem
Turn it up and throw
a tantrum
This that throw up
in your Birkin bag
Hook up with someone random
This that social
awkward suicide
That buy your lips and buy
your likes
I swear she had a man
But shit hit different
when it's Thursday night
That college dropout music
Every day leg day,
she be too thick
And my friends are
all annoying
But we go dumb,
yeah, we go stupid
This that 10K on the table
just so we can be secluded
And the vodka came diluted #
One more line,
I'm superhuman
-Fuck--
-[gunshot firing]
[Tim] Blank 'em, dude.
[Rod] (on headphones)
Yeah, but they're gonna counter.
No, man, we're gonna get
in and get out.
They ain't gonna have time
to organize
a counteroffensive, dude.
-Come on.
-[baby cries]
[Rod] (on headphones)
There are other two over here.
We need cover fire.
-What?
-[Rod] (on headphones) Yeah.
Tim, are you playing
the game still?
J-- hey, hey,
you gotta cover me,
Rod, just for a second.
-Just fucking cover me, man.
-[baby crying]
[Tim]
No, that ain't me crying.
[Rod] (on headphones)
Come on, yeah.
Hang on, hang on.
Hang on, Jordan.
Hang on. Hang on.
[Rod] (on headphones)
Are you kidding me?
And you
This that hot girl bummer
anthem
Turn it up and throw
a tantrum
This that hot girl bummer
two-step
They can't box me in,
I'm too left
This that drip,
it's more like oceans
They can't fit--
[Tim] Hey, man, no,
you're doing great.
[Rod] (on headphones)
Yeah.
[Baby Bear playing]
Yeah, that's a nine to one
ratio.
[Rod] (on headphones)
[indistinct speech]
Here we go.
[Rod] (on headphones)
You back?
Look, finally, come on.
[gunfire on game]
[man screaming]
[Rod] (on headphones)
Tim?
Fuck.
[Rod] (on headphones)
What? You dead?
No, no, no. No, no, no,
it's not about you, Rod.
No. Fuck.
[Rod] (on headphones)
Come-- come on.
-What the fuck?
-[thuds]
[Rod] (on headphones)
Come on, dog.
Fucking cheap,
Chinese piece of shit.
[Rod] (on headphones) I don't
know why I play with you.
[Tim] Fuck. Fuck.
[piano music playing]
Daddy, bend your knees.
Sorry, sweetie.
[AD voice]
The smallest moments can have
the biggest impact
on a child's life.
Take time to be a dad today.
[Hot girl bummer
continues playing]
Fuck you and you and you
I hate your friends
and they hate me too
I'm through, I'm through,
I'm through
This that hot girl bummer
anthem
Turn it up
and throw a tantrum
Fuck you and you and you
I hate your friends
and they hate me too
Fuck you and you and you
This that hot girl bummer
anthem
Turn it up
and throw a tantrum
[soft instrumental
music playing]
Fuck. Fuck, fuck.
Oh, come on, man.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck!
[toilet clogging]
[baby crying]
[upbeat music playing]
Hey, girl.
Hey, I want a private dance.
Okay, let me go get changed
and I'll come find you.
No, I'm talking about now.
Stop. Why do you
fucking do this all the time?
-[Dale] Come on.
-Security! Security, goddammit.
[Dale] Bailey
just gonna give me a dance.
-[Bailey] Dale, fuck off.
-Oh, shit. Fucking Dale.
I swear to fucking God.
Stop fucking pulling
on my fucking leg, Dale.
Just stay, d-- dance.
-Fuck off.
-Oh, shit.
I was in the bathroom.
I'm sorry,
it's this fucking medication.
Dale, calm the fuck down.
You're drunk.
-[retching]
-[Bailey] Ugh.
-Oh, fuck.
-Oh my fucking God.
Look, I know we ain't supposed
to talk shit about
retarded people,
but those old men
in wheelchairs
keep throwing coins at me.
At least they paid something.
I told my life story
to table seven,
and they didn't bought
one private dance.
-Those assholes.
-Fucking losers.
Told y'all a hundred times,
nothing kills a hard-on faster
than a talkative stripper.
-I know when--
-Excuse me.
Oh, hi.
Sorry. [laughs]
-[laughs]
-You were caught there.
It was tight.
[Dixie] Yeah.
-Hi.
-Hey, girl.
If you're selling Girl Scout
cookies, you open your mouth.
I'm trying to get some boners
going.
-All right, just keep it sexual.
-[chuckles]
[Junior]
Keep it sexual, keep it festive.
-No more life stories--
-Mm-hmm.
Unless your life story's sexual.
[clicks tongue]
Ooh.
[laughs]
Buy you breakfast?
Oh, no.
Um, I gotta get home,
so Tim can go to work.
[chuckles]
Uh, rain check?
Anytime, just ask.
[dramatic music playing]
[car starting]
Thanks, Chauncey.
Yeah, just get a new battery.
[closes bonnet]
[birds chirping]
[cars passing by]
[indicator ticking]
[unboxing influencer] (on phone)
This is the limited edition
collab shorty boot.
Ah! And look at it.
Oh, my gosh, I am so in love
with it already,
but I have to be honest
with you guys.
These do retail at a price of
$1,200.
Yeah.
[bag rustles]
Can I get a couple more grape
jellies, please?
We're only allowed
two per customer.
Would you like to purchase
additional jellies?
Well, I had two orders of food.
Does that count
as two customers?
Would you like to purchase
additional jellies?
Commode's clogged again.
I thought the septic tank got
emptied.
I had to cancel it.
Truck's transmission needed
fixing.
My car needs fixing.
I told you I'm gonna fucking.
You don't gotta repeat
everything 10 times.
[Tim exhales]
We could pawn your guns.
Who's gonna defend this house
when they demand you take
another vaccine?
We don't need all them guns.
Bailey, two is one and one
is none.
Them guns are the only thing
keeping us from being Hong Kong.
You wanna be Hong Kong?
Dr. Irwin called
on the way home.
Jordan's got an ear infection.
Can you pick up a prescription?
Got enough money
in your account?
Yeah, I got enough money
in my account.
You sure?
'Cause I could ask Dixie.
[slams door]
Bailey, we ain't a goddamn
charity case.
Two is one and one is none.
[slams door]
[exhales]
[keys jangle]
[car beeps]
[blows]
[car starting]
[revs]
[Bailey] Can you try
and whistle with mama?
[Baby bear playing on phone]
Mama's gonna teach you how
to whistle.
Remember we were trying that?
Daddy bear, a boo--
You go like this.
1, 2, 3.
-[blows air]
-Mama bear, a boo, boo, boo
-Daddy bear, boo, boo
-Good job, baby.
Baby bear, a--
Oh no, look out for the bees
Buzz, buzz, buzz,
time to flee
A buzz, buzz,
buzz from the bees
A buzz, buzz, buzz,
time to flee
A buzz, buzz,
buzz from the bees
Boo, boo, boo, back again.
A boo, boo, boo in our den
A boo, boo, boo
[soft music playing]
California, here we come
-Right back where we--
-[phone ringing]
Hello?
I'll be right down.
-[Baby bear playing on phone]
-A boo-boo baby bear.
A boo--
Mama's gonna be back
in five minutes. Okay?
A boo, boo, boo daddy bear
a boo--
[upbeat music playing]
Hi, Taylor.
[game sounds]
[Kandi] Hey, Bailey.
[background chatter]
Ain't you off today?
I am.
-Where's the boss?
-In the back.
[Junior] Oh, God, is
your mouth a magical place.
[Dixie] Uh, thank you.
[Junior] Whew, I got
like a ringing in my ear.
-[Dixie] You all right?
-[Junior] No.
[Dixie] I told
you to do that stretch
and you didn't listen to me.
[Junior] I should.
I think pulled my back.
I don't know how you did that.
Oh.
Hey, honey, what-- what--
what time should I be here
on Saturday?
[Junior]
Just get here before 7:00.
Full glam, you hear me?
Mm-hmm.
-Duh.
-Duh.
-[laughs]
-Get out of here. [slaps]
-Duh.
-What? Oh.
[Junior] I treat you too good,
you know that?
[Dixie] Yeah.
-[Junior] Goddamn.
-[Dixie] Bye, Junior.
[Junior]
Get that mouth out of here.
[Dixie laughs]
[footsteps approaching]
[Bailey] Oh, hey girl.
-Hi.
-Um, is he in there?
Yeah. He's right in there.
[laughing]
Mr. Lee.
[laughs]
Hold on.
[Junior laughing]
-Oh, shit.
-I really appreciate this.
If it wasn't for Christmas,
I wouldn't ask
for my check early,
but I just want my daughter
to be able.
This ain't my full paycheck.
I had to tip out the bouncers,
plus you were late twice.
-[laughs]
-Five minutes late?
You want your full paycheck,
try showing up to work on time.
You make all your money in tips
anyway.
It ain't enough.
Well, it would be if you'd quit
that stupid art dancing.
Played some fucking Skynyrd
or something cool.
We get to pick our songs, okay?
That's your rule.
[sighs, chuckles]
There are two kinds of
strippers,
ones who admit it's sex work
and ones who pretend
it's show business.
And bad news is, playing music
nobody likes
don't make it show business.
Like, read the room, Bailey,
you know?
People are going
on their phones.
You're losing 'em.
You don't notice that?
So now-- now why'd you make me
say all that?
Now-- now I feel like
the bad guy.
H-- how's that fair?
Welcome.
[customer 2] Hi.
[background chatter]
Welcome.
Welcome.
[Bill] Tim, can I talk
to you for a minute?
[coughs]
Uh, you know, I'm busy.
Re--
Look, my mom passed five years
this December.
Oh, no.
And nobody on Tim's side
has spoke since Mamaw died,
and they all fought
over her house,
so it's just been--
We all got sob stories.
-Please--
-You wanna hear some of mine?
Can I please just pick up
some extra shifts?
Just before Christmas.
No, can do.
We're closed from Friday
to New Year's.
What about Saturday?
Hey, you want this in the bar
or the garage?
What's in that keg?
Uh, Bud Light.
Fucking knew it.
Are you that retarded?
You know Daddy only drinks
Miller High Life.
You know that.
It's all they had on the truck.
And you didn't even think to go
anywhere else to get it?
-I.
-So go to Bear County Liquor
on County Line Road.
That's a two-hour round trip.
What the fuck did you say?
I got band practice later.
Who do you think pays you
for that time?
Seems to me we're-- we're paying
you to do nothing but eat.
That's all I ever see you doing
around here,
just shoving things
into your fat fucking mouth.
You look like a hillbilly
gorilla just shoving bananas
in your mouth.
[Junior imitates gorilla]
-Maybe I should call Daddy--
-Sorry.
And let him know
what a smartass you're being.
Huh?
Now, I don't know why you're
looking at her.
I'm talking to you.
Sorry.
I ain't fussing with you.
You ain't fussing with me what?
Sir, I ain't fussing with you,
sir.
Sir?
Look, I hate to be
a broken record about this,
but you gotta take
the hat off.
Last warning.
[announcer 1] (on PA system)
Customer service at pharmacy--
You know in the military
they call it your cover?
If you don't take it off,
my boss is gonna write me up.
Man, I'm begging you.
Looks like the mainstream media
got to you too, Bill.
And it looks like the
terrorists finally won.
Don't shoot the messenger.
[announcer 1] (on PA system)
Manager to produce.
Manager to produce.
I pledge allegiance to the
flag, Bill.
Welcome.
Banana-eating-hillbilly gorilla.
What a piece of shit.
Was I too hard on him?
Oh, fuck it.
Someone's gotta be,
'cause his parents weren't.
That's why he's like that.
You know, my parents were hard
on me.
That's why I'm a hard worker,
self-made man,
-for the most part.
-[knocks]
-What's up, Darryl?
-[blows smoke]
Dad's outside looking for you.
Shit.
Does it smell like smoke
in here?
Goddamn it.
Dad's been irritable as fuck
ever since he quit smoking.
Since just 'cause he quit,
everybody else has to quit.
[blowing]
He say anything about
the Bud Light?
I don't know, man. I-- I--
He said something about
a credit card bill
and I think a football.
Fuck. Um, all right.
Go, go distract him
for a second.
I'm gonna slip out back.
Whoa, whoa, man.
Now, hold on a second.
He ain't gonna like that.
Now, listen, you're my boss,
okay?
But let's keep it real here.
He's the boss boss.
Yeah, well who signs
your paychecks, Darryl?
Me, right?
So fucking do it.
Shit.
What about my check?
[punching code]
You want better tips?
Show your asshole more.
Ain't rocket science.
[door closes]
[]
[grunts]
Eyes on the road, sweetheart.
Shit, I'm sorry.
[game sounds]
I can't believe how big
she's got.
[laughs]
[Dixie] Hi, cutie.
You're so pretty.
Hi, sweetheart. [laughs]
[Dixie] Here you go, cutie.
[chuckles]
Wow, she's usually real finicky
with food.
-[laughs]
-You're so good with her.
I better be if I wanna
be a pediatric nurse.
Just need 12 more hours.
I can't wait to get
the fuck out of here.
[Dixie laughs]
I-- I'm sorry. That was a
real stupid thing to say.
Oh, no. Stop.
I had dreams, too, girl.
I was gonna move to California
and do some shit,
lay on the beach, dance,
be somebody.
One time when I found out
I was pregnant,
thought about running off
out there and you know.
Why didn't you?
I don't know.
Guilt.
Guess all that church sticks
with you.
Well, it's like my mama always
said, everything happens
for a reason, right?
Amen.
[laughs]
Any fun plans for Christmas?
[Dixie clicks tongue]
Uh.
We do Christmas
up at my grandma's.
You know, all the cousins
drive in.
Fun.
What about Christmas Eve?
Saturday?
Probably just watch
some Christmas movies.
Nothing.
You know, I'd heard that there
was something
going on at the club
on Saturday.
Had you heard that?
No, I hadn't heard
about a party.
So, it's a party?
Junior made me swear not to
talk about it.
Ugh, he's gonna kill me.
Do you think he'd let me work
the party i-- if you asked him?
No. No fucking way.
-That'd just piss him off.
-No, it's fine. I'll ask him.
N-- [Dixie gasps]
Bails, no. Promise me you're
not gonna say anything.
Come on.
-Please?
-No.
Fine.
I won't ask him.
Thank you.
[Dixie sighs]
But if I'm gonna be broke,
you gotta at least tell me
about this top secret party.
Spill.
-[instrumental music playing]
-[blows raspberry]
eBay is the new E-Trade.
No joke. I mean it.
But you got guys bidding
with automated algorithms now,
so, like I've lost one second
left over a penny.
But it gets you jacked up.
It makes me feel like that
Wolf on Wall Street, you know?
-It's fun.
-Yeah. Yeah.
I-- I uh, I-- I don't know how
eBay works, man.
But my problem is you--
you gotta watch it 24/7.
But I mean, me,
I got this business to run,
so the eBay thing's just kinda--
-Mr. Lee?
-Kind of a hobby.
For now, anyway.
-Mr. Lee?
-But I like it.
What?
Where do you want all these?
What the fuck are those for?
You told me to get a bunch of
firecrackers for New Year's.
All right. Just stack
'em up in the locker room.
All right.
So like, like, for example,
I was bidding against this guy
on a puck, uh,
that Wayne Gretzky hit.
-It was into the crowd.
-Mr.-- Mr. Lee?
What?
Can I talk to you about
something for just a second?
Kind of in the middle of
a private conversation
with Darryl, but sure.
What?
I-- I hate to even bother you
with this,
but um, is there any way
my girlfriend Taylor
could work the party
Saturday night?
[laughs]
Taylor?
[laughs]
Come on, man.
You're serious?
Uh, we could use the extra cash.
[laughs]
Yeah, no.
Yeah, I don't think my daddy's
gonna want anybody dancing
with a neck brace on.
[laughs]
Kind of a weird fetish.
Uh, no dancing.
Could she work behind the bar?
Look, she gets no tips
at the ticket counter.
Oh my God.
Leon, you're leaving me no
choice here but to be blunt AF.
There's a reason we got her
working in the spot she's in,
and it ain't just 'cause
of the neck brace, you know?
She-- she's real trustworthy.
She's worked here longer than
I have.
Yeah, man.
-Is it the tattoos?
-It ain't about that.
It ain't about trust or fucking
tattoos or anything.
Don't make me say it, man.
-Come on.
-I know.
She ain't hot enough to work
the main room in any capacity.
Ain't nobody coming
to this party
gonna be asking for change
for a nickel,
'cause it's dimes only.
You understand me?
Hey, look, if-- i-- if you find
her attractive,
that's all that counts.
Oh my God, now I--
Sorry you made me say all that.
Now I feel like the bad guy.
How's that fair?
[Kayla] No, honey,
that's your heart medicine.
No, I-- I need you to just take
that with a--
No, no, you cannot drink
a wine cooler with that
in the evening.
Just drink the glass of water.
Honey, hold on,
I got somebody in line.
Hey Tim,
I gotta take another call.
Oh.
Pharmacy, can I help you?
[announcer 1] (on PA system)
We have a spill on--
George, you know I told you
we cannot sell you no condoms
through the drive-through.
You're gonna have to come in the
store yourself and pick 'em up.
There's too many damn varieties.
-That's the issue?
-I-- I gotta go, baby.
No, I can sell you
the COVID test
through the window.
That's all you're gonna get
through the window.
Okay. Thank you. Thank you.
Have a good day.
-Okay, Betty, I'm back.
-I just--
-What'd you need, baby?
-Oh, come on now, Kayla.
Okay.
He's coming in later to get it.
-I just need Jordan's medicine.
-[Kayla] Okay. Okay.
I just need Jordan's medicine.
Okay. You have a--
you have a good day, too.
Two things at once.
You know?
-Hey, babe.
-Kayla.
-Hey. Oh.
-Please.
You're here to get Jordan's
medicine.
-[Tim] Yes. Thank you.
-Hang on. Hang on. Hang on.
-Yep.
-[Kayla] Yes.
Okay. Okay.
Let me scan this real quick.
Okay.
132.79.
-What?
-132.79.
-No, that can't be right.
-[Kayla] Yep. Yeah. Yeah.
No, it--
It was 25 last month.
That was a generic.
This is the brand name medicine,
and they-- they don't make
a generic in this.
Kayla, come on.
You gonna do this to a veteran?
A veteran?
Honey, honey, I'm sorry.
You know, you know I wouldn't.
You know I would give
all this stuff away
if I could, but I-- but I can't.
[soft music playing]
Could you maybe put some of
this other stuff back?
I know it.
I've had a rough day, too.
You have no idea the stuff
that I have heard today.
This lady I had, this sweet
little lady I had on the phone,
I'm sure.
I can't say, you know, for
privacy policy, but I'm sure
Ms. Garrett.
You know the big deal
about her and her husband.
He's gonna come down here
and get her heart medicine,
then he's gonna want his Viagra
filled
and his blood pressure
medicine, and I might as well
just go ahead and call 911
right now.
[gunshot firing]
Whoo.
I see you, Tim.
-Try some.
-[Tim] Get some.
You heard.
[gunshot firing]
[Mikey]
I think the scope's off.
[gunshots]
Lay down.
Lay down.
Lay down.
Lay down.
Lay down.
Lay down.
[influencer wife] (on phone)
Yes.
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
Yes.
Yes.
[Influencer wife screams]
[influencer wife] (on phone)
Yes.
[screams]
Is that what you wanted
from Santa?
-Yes.
-Yeah.
-[laughs]
-[kisses]
-Oh my God.
-[laughs]
[screams]
First day in Aspen.
Ready to hit the slopes.
Ready, Lloyd?
Or am I Lloyd?
You're definitely Harry.
But babe, try not to hurt
any owls.
[laugh]
This is just some Jim Carrey
movie that he loves.
[laughs]
How about this?
It's our first Christmas.
-Look.
-You want to open it?
-[gasps]
-Good job.
-Oh.
-Oh.
She gets her arm strength
from you, obviously.
[gasp]
-It's so cute.
-Mwah.
Love you.
Let's put it on the tree.
Boo.
I-- I love you girls so much.
Daddy's girls.
[door closes]
Hey.
[keys jangle]
[clears throat]
[bag rustles]
Where's the baby's medicine?
It's just some new rule
with the insurance
is they don't cover cheap shit.
And what does that mean?
Don't blame me.
It's the fucking government.
No one cares a fuck.
Nobody gives a shit.
[can opens]
So, just gonna have to ask
your boss for the rest of
the paycheck.
[soft music playing]
Mr. Lee, I hate to keep asking
you this,
but my daughter,
she needs an antibiotic,
and my husband Tim's a drunk,
and insurance just
won't cover it.
Oh, it's fair.
I'm-- I'm very sad for you,
Bailey, but it ain't my problem.
Can you just please give me
my full paycheck?
Please. It ain't for me.
It's for my daughter.
[burps]
Honey, honey, I have a business
to run.
Every time you're late to work,
it costs me money.
So I don't think you're
in any position to.
Oh, rubbing's racing, huh?
All right.
Kaboom.
Let's see what you got.
What about an advance then?
[coughs, laughs]
An ad-- an advance?
An ad-- an advance on what?
Shaking your ass?
[Junior laughs]
You-- you gonna go to a--
a titty bank
and take out a loan?
[laughs]
Yes, officer, I-- I-- I swear
I'm gonna shake it real good.
[Junior laughs]
I'm gonna rub it all over them.
[Junior laughs]
What about that private party?
What private party?
Who told you about that?
Nobody.
No, I--
I heard some of the guys
in the back just
talking about it.
Bullshit. Who told you?
-Dixie told you, didn't she?
-[Bailey] No, no, I--
It-- it was one of
the bar backs.
Yeah.
Fucking Dixie, she got a tight
ass, but a big fucking mouth.
I know there's gotta be other
ways for me to make money
around here.
Hold on.
Come on.
Yes!
Yes!
All right, let's go.
Welcome.
Kids are out of school
Out of school
There's magic in Motown
The city's on the move
On the move
In Jackson, Mississippi
This is your final warning,
Tim, all right?
The hat's against dress code.
Now be a sport and take it off.
Christmas in Dixie
It's snowing in the pines
Merry Christmas from Dixie
To everyone tonight
Bill, I'm a veteran.
I fought for the right to wear
this hat.
I gave up my life
for this country.
Tim, that don't even make
any s--
Have you been drinking?
-What?
-No, come on.
Okay, three strikes. That's it.
I cannot protect you anymore.
-Come on.
-Mm-mm.
-Give me the vest.
-Come on, man.
Give me the vest. I am sorry.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Give me the--
And you're swearing.
Four strikes.
-Bill.
-Give it to me.
[grunts]
[thud, objects clatter]
Y--
Leave now before I call
the cops.
Keep it.
[announcer 2] (on PA system)
Security to produce, please.
Security.
Fuck.
Need you to come blow
in my truck, Bill,
so I can get out of here.
But--
Come on, man.
[zipping trousers]
So what time should I be here
for the party?
You shouldn't.
[soft music playing]
What?
If you ever come in here again
talking about shit
you don't need to know about,
it ain't gonna end well
for you.
You understand?
I don't know what to say.
Well, ain't nothing to say.
Sometimes you just get fucked.
[laughs]
But it was fun.
-It was fun, and you're welcome.
-[door closes]
[laughs]
Five love bracelets
Four Xanax bars
Three months' rent
Two breast implants
And a Louis Vuitton Speedy
[door closes]
-[rock music playing]
-[slamming wheel]
Have you heard
about the lonesome loser?
Beaten by the queen of hearts
every time
Oh, have you heard
about the lonesome loser?
He's a loser, but he still
keeps on trying
[]
I do not say this lightly.
We could get signed off of this.
[Leon] Sit down.
Take a look at yourself
Post it.
Don't you want--
[door opening and closing]
[Bailey]
Here's the baby's medicine.
No one gives a shit about us,
Bailey.
Why the hell you got
your guns out?
I'll take 'em to Citi Pawn.
What'd you do now?
Bill tried to make me take
my hat off, so I fucking quit.
[Bailey scoffs]
[Bailey] You drunk asshole.
You didn't quit, you were fired.
[glass breaking]
I ain't got enough money to
take a shit in my own home.
I'll be goddamned
if somebody's gonna tell me
that I can't be proud
of my service
to this fucking country.
Well, you were dishonorably
discharged
from the National Guard.
Okay?
Even real fucking soldiers
have to come home
and get a real fucking job.
We work our goddamn asses off,
and for fucking what?
For a fucking trailer?
For a broke truck that
don't work?
How am I supposed to pull
myself up by my bootstraps
when they're the ones selling me
the fucking boots?
And who is they exactly?
This whole system's rigged,
the whole fucking thing.
They wa-- they wanna send
all this money
to these backwards-ass shithole
fucking countries.
They wanna send out this money.
Where's my fucking money, huh?
Where's my fucking money?
Tim, I'm not listening to this
fucking Joe Rogan shit
right now.
This isn't fucking Joe Rogan
shit, okay?
Don't even bring Joe into this.
I'm-- I'm asking you to not
be a sheep, okay?
Is that too much to fucking ask
of you, to not be a sheep?
It's all 'cause
about Ivermectin, isn't it?
Just admit it. Just admit it.
-That's what this is.
-It's horse medicine!
It's still fucking medicine.
And you're a fucking loser
that ain't never made
no fucking money.
[Tim panting]
[sighs]
You're a stripper, Bailey.
You're a fucking loser, too.
-[Dixie] Want to hear a joke?
-[Bailey] Sure.
What's the difference
in a stripper and a hooker?
About 200 bucks.
[laughs]
Throw me a beer, retard.
[can opens]
What the fuck is this?
I don't know. I stole it
out of some lady's cart.
[laughs]
[soft music playing]
[Bailey] I just wanted Jordan
to have a good Christmas.
She's 1.
She ain't gonna remember it.
She's 1 1/2.
Ah, she still ain't gonna
remember.
[sighs]
Just been a bad month.
[grunts]
Bad month?
It's been a bad fucking life.
This town's dead, Bailey.
America's dead.
Unless you live
out on the Coast,
but just a bunch of
service industry jobs here
in the middle.
You wait till the robots come
and start working at McDonald's,
then we'll be really fucked.
[laughs]
Robots would be fine.
Maybe they'd give me
enough jelly.
And do what now?
[Bailey] Nothing.
We'll get back on our feet.
[laughs]
Odds are fucking against that.
You remember when we was kids
and the sawmill shut down?
There wasn't any jobs.
And they said it was a once
in a lifetime event.
[grunts]
And then COVID came along.
Weren't any jobs.
They said it was a once
in a lifetime event.
[gun shuffles]
What do you suspect the odds are
that before too long another
once in a lifetime event's
gonna come along?
[gun shuffles]
What do you think the odds are
we get royally fucked again?
Pretty fucking high.
Hush, little baby
Don't you cry
Any old once in a lifetime
event gonna come along
and be any good for us, Bailey.
You know your daddy's
Everything happens for a reason.
Spill.
Well, I was at Darryl's
the other night.
Darryl said it's a--
Big Christmas party.
High rollers only.
-Around here?
-[Dixie] Hmm.
What high rollers?
Well, Kandi said it's--
Gangsters from
all over the state
coming in to pay respect
to Roger,
'cause he's the boss
over all of Arkansas.
Roger, Junior's dad.
[Tim] Baby, what about the cops?
They won't call the cops.
Criminals.
Hmm.
And even if they did,
out there on, you know,
just the County Line,
we'd be long gone by then.
Why don't we just rob 'em
when the club's closed?
There's nobody there.
Hmm?
'Cause we need them to open up
that safe for us.
-Right.
-Plus, all them--
all them other
gangsters are gonna be there,
you know,
at that Christmas party.
And we'd get all their cash,
too.
I mean, Darryl told me
that Crystal told him--
They bring all their cash
from New Orleans,
Kansas City, all over,
and then they use the club
to launder the money.
Fuck me.
How.
We can't do that.
Can we?
All I know is that one day
when I was in Junior's office,
-you know, chatting--
-[Junior] Oh.
[Dixie] He left the safe like,
part ways open.
Oh, shit.
[Dixie] They had enough money
in there to burn a wet mule.
[Bailey] Maybe this is why
all the Army trains for, Tim,
maybe this is why you got
discharged.
The government didn't need you,
but your family does.
I move in, set up a perimeter,
and overwhelm with
fire superiority,
close quarter
hand-to-hand combat.
I create a fatal funnel
at the entrance.
Hell yes, you will, baby.
[laughs]
Marching on
I love you.
I love you, too.
Now let's rob the fuckers.
[laugh]
[clink bottles]
[Tim] Are you fucking
kidding me?
[music fades]
-[Bailey] Fuck.
-Shit.
Tim, I told you to fix
the damn car.
[Tim] I know.
Just get the fucking jumper
cable or something.
We ain't gonna do that.
We cannot do that.
What if it dies
during the robbery?
-Well, what--
-We'll ask somebody to jump
our getaway car?
We'll take my truck.
Okay.
[beeps]
Shit, shit, shit!
[exhales]
We just need someone to blow it.
No shit, Tim.
Who the fuck are we gonna find
to blow that damn thing
in the middle of the fucking--
Okay, baby, come on.
-She's got--
-Just a little harder.
You gotta tell her to do
a humming noise.
I think that's gonna be better.
Tim, she don't know
what humming is.
Well, this ain't working.
[Baby bear song playing]
[Bailey] Remember how mama
told you to whistle, right?
-Get the thing in her mouth.
-Okay, okay.
We're gonna try and blow.
-Ready?
-Come on.
-Come on.
-Do it. Blow into this.
[blowing]
Into that right there.
-Ooh, blowing it.
-[beeps]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Come on, baby.
Come on, come on, come on.
[laughs]
-Yeah.
-Oh my God.
All right, baby bear.
-I'm so proud of you, baby.
-[Tim] Woo.
[car starting]
[Bailey]
Let's get you back to bed.
Where you going?
No, no, no, no, no.
-She gotta wait in the truck.
-Why?
This thing does roll and retest
all the time.
She gotta-- she gotta help us
restart the truck
-after the robbery.
-[sighs]
Huh?
Hey, look at me.
Look at me.
We're gonna be in and out of
there in less than five minutes.
She not gonna know
what's happening.
Six minutes tops.
[scoffs]
-Okay.
-[door closes]
[Tim] Here we go.
[]
[keys jangle]
That's in case I gotta provide
fire cover
and you gotta drive the truck.
-[Bailey] Mm-hmm.
-[Tim] Okay.
[gun clicks]
At least these masks was good
for something.
[sighs] Tim, don't fucking
start with that shit right now.
All right.
Just don't puss out.
We ain't bitches.
Mm-hmm.
[door opens]
[Tim] Here we go.
[door closes]
Five minutes, baby, okay?
[upbeat music playing]
[]
Here I come again now,
baby
Like a dog in heat
You tell it's me
by the clamor now, baby
I like to tear up
the streets
Now I've been smoking
for so long
You know I'm here to stay
I got you with a
stranglehold, baby
You best get out of the way
The road I cruise
is a bitch now, baby
You know you can't
turn me 'round
And if a house gets
in my way, baby
You know I'll burn it down
You ran that night
that you left me
You put me in my place
I got you in a stranglehold,
baby
And then I crushed your.
[gunshot firing]
[man at bar] Whoa, hey.
[stripper] Hold on!
[Tim]
Nobody make a fucking move!
-Hey, Bess.
-Yeah?
[Tim]
Turn that fucking music down.
Get the fuck up there.
Everybody get down
on the fucking ground.
[clicks gun]
What are you thinking?
I'm thinking
we're about fixing to get
into a pretty good gunfight.
[actor 1] (on TV) Copy that.
[actor 2] (on TV)
Looks like I voted wrong.
[actor 1] (on TV) Negative.
We just got the opportunity
to make a fucking strong contact
with a French from the other
side traveling with a gun.
[actor 2] (on TV)
Who you heard of that, sir?
[actor 1] (on TV) Danny.
[actor 3] (on TV)
Get ready to fight.
[typing on phone]
[intense music playing]
[gunshot fires]
[upbeat music playing]
We just want the money
from the safe.
You don't know whose money
it is.
Boy, you ain't just robbing
no titty bar right now.
You don't know who you're
robbing.
You don't know
what you're doing.
And what you need to do,
you need to walk the fuck out
of here, all right?
Otherwise, everything you love
is in danger.
[Tim] And what you need
to do is shut the fuck up
or else I'm gonna blow
his fucking head off.
[notification sound]
Who the fuck's texting
this late?
I don't know.
It's probably work.
Bullshit.
It's a booty call.
Nobody from work calls
this late.
Oh my God.
[actor 1] (on TV)
Marcus, move!
Oh my God, holy shit. Holy shit.
[bottle falls]
Who the fuck is she, Leon?
[upbeat music playing]
Now, y'all got the count of
three to put them pistols down.
[woman at bar]
Oh, no. Oh my gosh.
One.
[woman at bar]
Oh, no.
-Two.
-Do what he says.
[Tim] Put 'em down.
You put 'em on the stage and you
slide 'em in the middle here.
Come on.
Slide 'em in the middle
in a pile.
That's right.
Your phones, too.
All right.
[indistinct chatter]
Ca-- can I just turn
my phone off?
If I throw it down there,
it's gonna break,
and I just got
the new Pro model,
but I didn't get the insurance.
Just throw it to us.
We gonna catch it.
Thank you so much.
[phone clatters]
God dang it.
Dude, I told you to get
the insurance.
Insurance is a scam.
[Junior] No, you need it
for things like this.
Until you need it, yeah.
[door opens]
No. No.
-[door closes]
-Get out of the fucking truck
-and get in that fucking house.
-[Taylor] Do you think I'm
fucking stupid, Leon?
Yeah, I do think
you're fucking stupid.
-I am not fucking stupid.
-If you don't get out of
this son of a bitch
right fucking now--
-Yeah!
-Ugh!
We're gonna have
fucking problems.
All y'all get on the stage
facing away from me.
We gonna zip-tie you.
Let's go.
[upbeat music playing]
All right.
Let's do what GI Joe wants.
Everybody up. Everybody up.
-Let's go. Let's go.
-[Tim] Hands.
Let me see them hands.
Well, I ain't getting
on the ground.
You better find me
a fucking chair.
Open the fucking door.
-I ain't going--
-Open the fucking door.
Nowhere.
I won't move an inch, I promise.
Get your fucking ass down here
right now.
Hey, w-- would you
mind if you just zip-tie me
to this chair here?
I promise I'll be good.
-It's ergonomic.
-[Tim] Is he retarded?
And I figure we might be
tied up here all night,
and with my sciatica,
I'll be crippled by the morning.
-Just hush.
-Ah, thank you.
-[Taylor] Fuck you.
-[Leon] I'm sorry.
[Taylor] My mama said you sorry.
[Leon] I'm sorry,
but we ain't got time
for this fucking shit right now.
No. Damn it.
-Leon, get Tater.
-What the-- shit.
Get your own fucking dog.
I wanna see this bitch.
There ain't nobody.
Somebody hit the silent alarm
at the club, Taylor.
It's fucking serious.
All right,
now everybody listen up.
All right, I want y'all to
remain here and not do anything
fucking stupid.
Okay?
We just want the,
the money out the safe
and then we gonna be leaving.
I'm a good Southern Baptist.
I don't wanna have to kill
nobody here tonight.
[Tim laughs]
Ain't very Christian what
you're doing here now.
[Tim laughs] Yeah.
Motherfucker,
we're in a strip club,
and even Jesus flipped
the tables in the temple.
Even he knew when it was time
to fight.
Yeah. You know what?
That makes a lot of sense.
Junior, take this boy
in the back.
Show him the safe.
Give him whatever he wants,
'cause, like Couch Commando
says, ain't nobody gotta get
hurt, right?
Okay, daddy.
Let's go.
[Junior] Couch Commando.
[Tim]
Don't you fucking say that.
Fuck you!
You ain't getting back there!
[screaming]
-[door closes]
-[car starting]
It's fine.
But you ain't getting out of
this fucking truck.
As soon as we get there, you're
gonna feel fucking stupid.
-[thumps]
-[gasps]
Taylor!
-Oh.
-[Darryl] Do not fucking move.
Fuck.
Don't you shoot, Darryl.
[Roger] Stop! Stop!
Darryl, put the goddamn
gun down.
It's all gonna
be over if you just cooperate.
Put it on the bar and slide
it over.
-[Darryl] Shit.
-Put the fucking gun down.
[Tim]
Get in that smoke wagon.
See what happens.
Darryl, slide the gun over.
[Tim] Go on.
-[Roger] Good.
-[Tim] There you go.
Darryl. Fuck.
All right, Roadhouse,
let's get you out of there.
-Get out.
-[Roger] You're right.
Now let's tie Darryl up and put
him up here with the others.
[pants]
All right.
Y'all go on back to the safe.
We'll wait right here.
Let's go. Move!
Okay. Okay.
[man at bar]
Are you fucking crazy?
You think I'd do anything
to endanger my own son?
Relax.
[gasps]
But like, my baby's dead.
[sobbing]
Have you heard about
the lonesome loser?
[intense music playing]
Y'all should listen to my daddy
in there.
He could save your life.
You worry about
your own damn life.
Hey, watch the cameras.
[Bailey] Okay, w--
what am I watching for?
[Tim] You just make sure
nobody comes in here.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
[Kandi] This is all my fault.
I met a guy on Hinge,
and he said
if I didn't send him a pic
of me nude,
squatting over a mirror,
that he was gonna find me
and kill me.
[crying]
That was me.
I-- I'm sorry, Kandi.
It was me. I--
uh, I don't know why I did it.
-What?
-I just opened a fake account
and the devil just took
the wheel.
I-- I'm sorry.
But the good news is it's not
your fault. You're safe.
Why didn't you just ask me out?
I just wanted
the picture for my collection.
[crying]
And I-- I'm just--
I'm also--
I'm not ready to date ever since
the breakup with Destiny.
- [exhales]
And you're the one that's--
It's your responsibility
first off.
You're the one that's
a murderer,
you stupid fucking motherfucker.
And I didn't run over a dog!
They're not just gonna kill
y'all.
They're gonna kill all of us.
It's gonna look like
we're in on it together.
Don't you get it?
[grunt, panting]
Go on.
Open it.
I can't.
Why?
Why do you think,
fucking genius?
[Tim] You don't know the combo?
Look at my fucking hands.
What, I'm gonna do it
with my monster cock?
That's fair.
Hey, cover me.
Okay.
Not-- that way.
[Bailey] Okay, sorry.
Shit.
[Junior]
You're a crackerjack team here.
-Hey, hey.
-Don't do anything stupid.
God, goddamn it.
Jesus Christ,
digging in my skin.
[Tim]
Quit your bitchin' and open it.
[Junior] I gotta get some
feeling back in my fingers.
Just take it easy.
[intense music playing]
Psst.
What the fuck?
[Tim] Holy fucking dog shit.
[Bailey] Oh my God.
[Tim] Oh, fuck me running
sideways twice.
[Bailey] Holy shit.
[Tim laughs]
[Bailey]
That's a lot of fucking money.
[Bailey exhales]
Told you.
Relax, cavalry's coming.
-[rock music playing]
-Red leader, do you copy?
And roger that.
[Leon on radio]
Gold leader, do you copy?
Roger that.
Why you calling 'em that?
You sound fucking stupid.
Shut up. It's from Star Wars.
You sound fucking stupid.
Nobody made you come.
[tense music playing]
Oh my God. [exhales]
That's too much.
This is it, Bailey.
-Hell yeah.
-This is it for us.
This is the big time.
Mm-hmm.
Bailey?
Fucking A, you're kidding me.
[Bailey] Oh shit.
I knew that was your stupid
voice.
[laughs]
-Tim, you fucking idiot.
-Fuck!
Tim, your husband?
No, no, it ain't neither.
[laughs]
You retards. Y'all ain't getting
away with it now.
Oh damn.
-You know it.
-Oh, you're stuck now, Tim.
What the fuck are we gonna
do now, Tim?
We kill him.
-What?
-What?
He's the only person who knows
who we are.
No, we never said anything
about killing anybody.
What other choice do we have,
huh?
-You got choices.
-[gunshots firing]
-[Bailey] Tim, no.
-[Junior groans]
[gunshots firing]
[Chauncey groans]
[gasp]
[Bailey] Oh my God.
[panting]
[soft music playing]
[groaning]
[gasp]
[Chauncey screams]
-[thuds]
-[screaming]
[gasps]
[Bailey] Shit. Fuck.
Why's everyone screaming?
I can't see.
Put the gun down.
No one else has to get hurt.
-P-- please.
-[Bailey] No.
-[Junior] Bailey.
-[Bailey] You did this.
Put the gun down.
This is all your fault.
[Tim groaning]
Oh, shit.
Tim? Tim, are you okay?
[Tim coughs]
-[Tim] Oh, golly.
-[Junior] What the fuck?
[Tim] Woo.
That was bulletproof?
It's a pistol, ain't it?
Did he shoot me with a pistol?
Yeah.
[Tim] There you have it.
Sick.
Oh, fuck it hurt, though.
Oh, damn.
Oh, I'm glad you're okay.
Can you see it?
-Oh, I bet it looks like hell.
-Looks pretty cool.
S-- so we're good here, right?
I'm just like.
-I killed Chauncey.
-Don't you fucking move.
Okay. Okay.
I just killed Chauncey.
He's my friend.
-Uh, uh--
-It was self-defense.
You didn't have no more choice,
huh?
No, you said that we weren't
gonna kill anybody,
and I-- I just killed Chauncey.
-[cries]
-Hey, hey.
He just jumped my car yesterday.
He was helping me out.
He helps me all the time.
-No, it's okay.
-No, this is your fault.
You fucking told me that we
weren't gonna fucking--
- Hey. Hey now.
Do anything stupid, and look
what the fuck just happened.
-Okay.
-I can't do this.
I can't do it. I can't do this.
-[cries]
-Hey, hey, hey, it's okay.
-Look at me.
-I killed Chauncey.
[Tim] Hey, hey, it's okay.
That's a risk he took
when he came in this room.
Shh.
Hey, it's okay. It's you and me.
-Okay.
-It's you and me.
That's it.
We gonna get this money
and we're gonna get out.
Okay? You with me?
-Okay.
-You with me?
-Yeah.
-We can do it.
-Yeah.
-Hey?
We ain't bitches. Huh?
-We ain't bitches.
-[Bailey] Yeah.
Don't you fucking move.
Tell me what's going on.
Describe the scene.
It's Chauncey.
He's been fucking shot, man.
Chauncey from, from work?
[Darryl] Bryan, are you
fucking serious right now?
-You got it?
-Yeah.
[Bailey panting]
-Easy.
-Look at this.
Oh my God.
Baby, look at that. Woo.
Tim, those are fucking diamonds.
What the fuck are we gonna
do with those?
Fucking.
Yeah, fucking leave 'em.
No, we ain't leaving 'em.
Put 'em in the bag.
You need a fence for those, Tim.
I can help you.
A fence?
Junior, the fuck am I gonna do
with a bunch of
needle dick swords?
A fence.
Get your head out of your ass.
Look at this.
I look like fucking R. Kelly
before he went to jail.
Look at that. Huh?
Fucking Harry styling, huh?
That's what OJ Simpson felt
like when he was taking
his shit back.
[sobs]
What are you taking that for?
Quit asking me so much shit.
Well, why are you keeping
secrets?
God dang it,
I ain't keeping secrets.
I'm taking it 'cause you make
me so God dang nervous.
I'm grieving.
Then grieve fucking quiet.
Shit.
-Fucking hard is that?
-[shuffles gun]
Don't you fucking move.
Where would I fucking go?
You're on thin fucking ice.
Dumb fucking shit.
[tense music playing]
[zipping bag]
-[Tim] Here we go.
-[safe door closes]
[Tim] This is it.
Get up. Get up.
Okay. Okay.
-Move. Go. Go.
-Take it easy.
-Jesus Christ.
-Open it. Open it.
Fuck.
We need the fucking passcode.
-What?
-We need the fucking passcode.
I ain't playing any more games.
This is it.
What is the code?
If I give y'all the code,
you're just gonna kill me.
No. No, we ain't.
We're gonna do something else.
We'll take you hostage.
Yeah, we're gonna use you,
so nobody else shoots at us.
-Mm-hmm.
-And then we're--
we're gonna
fucking drop you off somewhere.
Yeah. That's right.
See, we can't kill you.
Huh? You're our human shield.
-Mm-hmm.
-Okay.
All right.
Sounds, sounds like a plan.
So-- so-- so where--
where will we be-- be going,
uh, when-- when you drop me off?
With who or worse.
That's enough negotiating.
-[gunshot firing]
-[screaming]
-Goddamn it, Tim.
-What?
[Junior whimpering]
How are we gonna have him
hostage
when he can't fucking walk?
Ah, I-- I-- I can't--
I can't feel my big toe.
He ain't gonna be nothing
unless he answers me real quick.
Last fucking chance.
Okay. Okay.
[Tim]
I'm gonna count to three.
-Okay.
-[Tim] One.
-Okay. It's--
-[Tim] Two.
It's four digits.
-Hey, Tim.
-What?
[Bailey]
The fucking monitors.
[Junior laughs]
Fuck.
Me and my Uncle John are gonna
go in there and check it out.
[tense music playing]
Rest of y'all just fucking
stay here.
You sure?
Yeah, man.
Odds are somebody got drunk,
hit the alarm on accident.
This ain't no big deal,
all right?
Bunch of dudes walk in
with AKs, shit,
probably scare 'em
to death.
-[Maynard] Yeah.
-[Leon] It's a Christmas party.
-That's right.
-[Leon] BRB.
-All right.
-Come on, John.
[Bailey] What now?
[Tim] I'm gonna lock 'em in the
fatal funnel like we said.
What the fuck is that?
It's what we call a doorway
in a combat situation.
Why'd you get rid of the stars
and bars?
Shit, dude, these days Old
Glory is the rebel flag.
Fucking A.
Hell, I heard they was even
trying to get rid of it
at all the damn schools.
Yep.
This place has turned to hell
in a hand basket.
[upbeat music playing]
[Mark]
The fuck is happening?
[Charlie] Roger, you are fucking
dead when word of this gets out.
[Ted]
Robbing your own fucking party?
And I thought Memphis was
fucking stupid.
[Roger] The fuck you think
I had anything to do with this?
Hey.
First one of y'all yells
or acts cute
gets a fucking bullet.
[]
Terrorist.
[gunshots firing]
[screaming]
Oh shit!
-[Dale] Fuck!
-[Erik] What the, dude?
[gunshots firing]
Shit.
[gunshots firing]
[heart beating]
Fuck.
[panting]
[gunshot fires]
[screaming]
[gunshots firing]
-Oh.
-Fuck.
[gunshots firing]
-[grunts]
-[screaming]
[gunshots firing]
[screaming]
[grunts] Fuck.
Plowin' these fields
in the hot summer sun
Over by the gate, lordy,
here she comes
With a basket
full of chicken
And a big cold jug
of sweet tea
[yells]
I make a little room
and she climbs on up
Open up a throttle
and stir a little dust
Motherfucker!
That shit's one of one!
Fuck, ah fuck!
She ain't a foolin' me
She thinks my tractor's sexy,
it really turns her on
She's always starin' at me
While I'm chuggin' along
She likes the way
it's pullin'
While we're tillin' up
her land
She's even kinda crazy
'bout my farmer's tan
She's the only one who really
understands what gets me
She thinks my tractor's sexy
We ride back and forth
'til we run out of light
[phone dings]
Take it to the barn,
put it up for the night
Climb up in the loft, sit,
and talk with the radio on
She said she's got a dream
and I ask what it is
She wants a little farm
and a yard full of kids
And one more teeny weenie
ride before I take her home
She thinks my tractor's sexy
It really turns her on
She's always starin' at me
While I'm chuggin' along
She's even kinda crazy 'bout
my farmer's tan
She thinks my tractor's sexy
Come out with your hands up.
We do not negotiate
with terrorists.
[]
You think their silence
is a negotiating tactic?
These guys are pros.
While I'm chuggin' along
She's even kinda crazy 'bout
my farmer's tan
She's the only one--
She thinks my tractor's sexy
She thinks my tractor's sexy
[gasps]
[]
[thuds]
I'm so sorry I doubted you,
baby.
I know this sounds crazy,
but part of me wishes
it had just been another woman.
Over by the gate, lordy,
here she comes
With a basket
full of chicken
And a big cold jug
of sweet tea
[grunts]
Oh fuck!
Open up a throttle and stir
a little dust
[laughs]
Just look at her face
She ain't a foolin' me
I ain't never seen nothing
worse than this.
You leave the southern border
wide open,
what do you expect to happen?
Can we just take a moment of
silence for my Uncle John,
who was killed by terrorists
on Christmas Eve?
That man taught me how to smoke.
-[Terry] Yeah.
-He was a saint.
Just bow your heads, please.
I read on the internet
they caught
12 Chinese super spies
sneaking across the border.
I read that, too.
These guys weren't Chinese.
I know.
I'm just saying.
But why here?
Why the club?
I've been studying on it,
and the only thing I can think
of is that they hate Christmas,
'cause it goes
against their religion.
[Terry] Oh.
[Dale] Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
[woman 1] Oh, thank God!
Did fucking Bryan tell
you about the Bluetooth?
The hell's wrong with you,
Bryan?
He's dead.
Fucking dial it.
[phone ringing]
[automated voice]
Your call has been forwarded.
Fuck!
Leon, you fat sack of shit.
Hey, Leon, the music stopped
and I can hear in there now.
[Roger] Pick up, Leon.
[overlapping speech]
Don't sound like terrorists.
Sounds like Roger.
-[Roger] I'm gonna knock your
-Roger?
-teeth in the dirt if you--
-Yeah, it's definitely Roger.
Don't answer
the goddamn telephone.
He's yelling to answer
the phone.
[Roger] Pick it the hell up,
you son of a bitch.
Now he's cussing,
calling you a horse pussy.
Sorry, Leon, his words,
not mine.
Dude, what?
[Roger]
For the whole lot of y'all.
Goddamn son of a bitch.
Why don't you put that fucking
shit on your phone?
I ain't got no more data left
on my plan.
Verizon throttled me.
-[phone vibrating]
-People at my work dead,
my uncle's fucking dead,
my boss is calling
and you fucking ignore it?
What the hell is wrong with you?
How am I supposed to know
what he's calling about?
Fuck you!
Yeah, oh, fuck yeah, go for it.
[Roger] Answer the fucking
phone, you white trash retard.
Roger's yelling to answer
the phone,
you white trash retard.
Again, Leon, sorry.
-His words, not mine.
-[phone vibrating]
[exhales]
Hello?
[Roger] Are you out
of your goddamn mind?
You could've killed all of us
shooting in here like that.
What the fuck do I pay you for,
you inbred sack of shit?
I thought it was terrorists.
[grunts]
[scoffs]
-Did you say terrorist?
-Yeah.
Well, why in the flying fuck
would a terrorist wanna attack
a titty bar?
I saw a man with a big Muslim
beard,
and the robe, and the headdress.
[laughs]
That was me, asshole!
I'm playing Santa Claus.
And another one with an AK-47.
I saw it with my own two eyes.
Hey, hey, listen to me.
You send anyone else in here
or you start shooting again,
I'ma kill your fucking boss.
-You got it?
-Who's that talking?
It's Bailey's husband, Tim.
It's the guy with a gun
at your boss's head, fuckhole.
Bailey married a terrorist.
Oh my God.
[Roger] Leon, I swear to God,
I'm gonna come out there,
I'm gonna stick my hand
down your throat,
I'm gonna pull your balls
up through your fucking eyes.
Calm down, daddy.
-Be cool.
-I'm cool. I'm cool.
Leon, you fat fuck, it's Junior.
Daddy's son.
Oh, here we go.
Now, don't fire no more or do
something stupid, or stupider.
We got a real delicate
situation here.
Just everybody be cool.
That's your solution,
be fucking cool?
Yeah, you should try it
sometime.
-I'm cool. I'm cool.
-I'm cool.
[Junior] (on phone)
I'm cool, too.
-Kandi, be cool.
-[sobbing]
Bryan, you cool?
[Kandi] He's still dead.
First aid kit now, or I'm
taking the fucking phone back.
D-- don't you touch that phone.
Where's the fucking
first aid kit?
It's behind the bar.
Roger, we've been in
a 30-year war with these people.
All I'm saying is anybody
with a lick of sense
would've thought
this was terrorists.
[Roger] (on phone) This ain't
no fucking conspiracy--
-[Taylor] Leon!
-Shh!
-[Roger] (on phone) It's a--
-Don't shush me, fucker.
I found a baby out here
in one of these trucks.
[soft music playing]
[Roger] (on phone)
Wait, did she say a baby?
-A what?
-[Roger] (on phone) A baby?
Which one of you sick fucks
brought your goddamn baby here
tonight
and left it in the truck?
Baby?
No fucking way.
Are you kidding me?
[laughs]
Are you serious?
You brought a child
to an armed robbery?
Is that the getaway driver?
[laughs]
You hurt her, I swear to God.
We ain't gonna hurt a baby.
[Junior] (on phone)
Yeah, what kind of sickos
-do you think we are, Bailey?
-Did he just say Bailey?
[Roger] (on phone)
[overlapping speech]
Yeah, it's her and her husband.
It's not terrorists.
[gasps] I always knew
that bitch was crazy.
[Roger] (on phone)
Goddamn it.
Roger, I-- I think we gotta
call the cops.
[Roger] (on phone)
Not yet.
We can still fix this
without involving them.
Yeah, 'cause of all the money,
right?
They gonna confiscate it,
and arrest you.
You think I'm stupid?
No, I don't.
That's why I'm gonna give y'all
a deal right now.
Daddy.
Now, you put your guns up,
you turn yourself in,
I send you over to Memphis.
And you, little lady,
you're gonna walk out of here
with your child.
[takes shakey breaths]
[Tim] Bullshit.
You gonna kill us both the
second I put this gun down.
Boy, I would love nothing more,
but it ain't that simple.
This ain't about me now,
'cause the people you killed
were not just my people,
they were from
other territories.
They were people
I got to answer to,
and the only way for me
to get out of this alive
is to give 'em back
their money,
plus mucho, mucho interest,
and hand you over.
Would they kill him?
Girly, that is above
my pay grade.
Fuck you.
[laughs] Fuck me?
Fuck you.
I'm trying to keep your wife
out of prison for life
and your child out of
an orphanage.
You're the one who was shooting
at your own kid.
You shot at Jordan?
Oh, hell no.
No, I returned fire.
My shots were perfectly placed,
baby.
I wish you could hear yourself
right now.
What a bunch of bullshit.
He shot at your kid.
Tim, you fucking idiot.
I can't believe I let you
talk me into this.
Talk you into? It was your idea.
Don't pin it on me just 'cause
the plan didn't go according
-to plan.
-Plan?
What about our life, huh?
What was your plan with that?
Be a drunk?
Be a fucking loser?
No, I.
Fuck, I always do my best,
it just doesn't always go
the way I wa--
[Roger] Enough.
Just once in your life,
try to do right by your family.
You need to call the cops now.
What? Roger just said don't.
They're in there shot to shit,
tied up at gunpoint
and arguing with two lunatics,
and they expect you to run
in there and rescue them?
Well, yeah.
Leon, baby, do you think they
care that your uncle is dead?
Do you think they care
if you die in the process?
Looks like we've been paying
for you to just fucking eat.
[laughs]
That's all I ever see you do,
just shoving food in your mouth.
Mm, and pushing it
around in your face.
You're like a fucking hillbilly
goril--
Do you think I need to lose
some weight?
What?
No, baby, you look good.
[Roger] (on phone) Leon, you
fat idiot, are you still there?
Dumber than a sack of hammers.
It's all about over with,
and you still got your thumb
up your ass.
You probably can't work
the phone.
Hello?
Hello?
Yeah, Roger, I'm still here.
[soft instrumental music
playing]
Good. We talked it all out.
Tim's gonna do the right thing.
It's all gonna be over with.
[Leon] (on phone)
He's gonna give himself up.
[]
[grunts]
[Roger] That's right,
Leon, just sit tight.
Tim's gonna do what's best
for his family.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Hold on.
You know, if you just gave us
health insurance,
none of this would've ever
fucking happened.
Well, nobody made you work here.
Shut up, Junior.
Dixie, cut us loose.
Fucking finally.
You wouldn't even give me
my full paycheck.
[Junior] I paid you plenty.
You're just mad I didn't give
you as much as Dixie
when you fucked me.
Thank you.
Goddamn. Fucking wrists.
[Roger] I told you to cut
that shit out, didn't I?
-[Junior] What?
-[Roger] We could've lost more
money with
a damn sexual harassment lawsuit
than this fucking robbery.
[Junior] It was consensual.
She wanted it as much as I did.
He's lying, Tim.
[Roger]
What the fuck are you thinking?
-[Junior] What?
-[Roger] Spending 4 fucking
grand on a damn
autographed football?
[Junior] The sports memorabilia
market has exploded.
I told you, dad,
it's a blue-chip investment.
It's like stocks or fine art.
-[Roger] Fine art?
-[Junior] Yeah.
[Roger] It's a damn football!
[Junior] But if I didn't bid,
someone else will.
A-- a-- and there's a finite
amount of--
[gunshot firing]
[women scream]
Daddy?
[thuds]
[whimpers]
[gasps]
[Dixie] It's like
my mama always said,
everything happens
for a reason, right?
[thuds]
[crying]
[Leon] Roger, what's going on?
Whose shooting?
[gun fires]
[hostages gasp, crying]
[automated voice] (on phone)
Your call has been forwarded
to an automatic
voice message system.
After tone, please record
your message. When you.
[phone beeps]
Roger, should I call the cops
now?
[somber music playing]
He fucked you,
and now I fucked him.
[crying]
Tim, don't make this worse.
-[gunshot fires]
-[crying]
For what?
These guys outside.
We may not have won,
but they ain't beat us.
Tim, our daughter is outside.
Bailey, Bailey, she never stood
a fucking chance.
Not with assholes
like this in charge.
This is what they want.
They want us to feel like this.
They want us to feel fucking
helpless.
They want us to feel fucking
scared, so that we need them,
and not now.
Now they fucking need us.
You keep saying they.
Ain't no they.
Just you and me, son.
There damn sure is a they.
They is everything that's wrong
with this fucking country.
They is who don't wanna pay
people a living wage.
They is who wanna take
advantage of people that
don't got nothing,
and now you know what it feels
like to have fucking nothing.
That's how I feel every damn
day of my miserable life,
while you're out here
whooping it up.
Not no more.
Not no goddamn more you ain't.
You still think your money
protects you, keeps you safe?
[clicks gun]
It don't, and it never did.
New plan.
We ain't calling the cops.
We ain't?
[Taylor] They're done for,
and even if they're not,
that idiot was right.
The cops will confiscate
the money, the club,
and everything else as part of
the investigation.
Trust me, I watch Dateline.
What are you saying?
I'm saying we take
all that money
before the cops can,
and if Roger's gone,
guess who's gonna be in charge.
You'd be the one in charge,
Leon, in case that was unclear.
[]
[clicking gun]
Bailey, you gotta hand me
that AK.
Bailey.
Bailey, give me the.
Bailey, listen to me.
You untie me, you can go get
your daughter.
That deal still stands.
[Tim] Bailey, come on.
Bailey, goddamn it,
give me the.
Bailey.
I can't let our daughter
be an orphan.
[grunts]
Bailey.
Hey!
Bailey, they ain't won.
[grunts] God.
Bailey.
[grunts]
They ain't won, Bailey.
[Tim grunts]
They ain't won.
[grunts]
[Tim grunting]
[sighs]
[]
Roger Lee Jr.,
my namesake.
This is all my...
[gunshot fires]
I need to see my baby.
You wanna see your baby,
you do what I tell you.
I guess I can relate,
y'all, to a point, you know?
I was born poor.
This kind of poor
don't exist no more, see,
'cause now
even the poorest American
can have money
for weed, Netflix.
Y'all got Netflix?
Yeah.
Yeah, I grew up hungry.
And man, it would've been
so easy for me to
just feel sorry for myself,
you know?
Just say, "Well,
they didn't give me nothing,
so I mean, I guess that's it.
I guess I don't stand a chance."
But you know what I did?
I didn't complain
like a little bitch.
[groans]
[Bailey] Stop it!
[grunts]
[Bailey cries]
No, I went to work,
'cause I'm a fucking man.
I started all the way
at the bottom,
and I didn't have anybody
helping me,
and I wouldn't have it
any other way
'cause I learned a singular
truth about myself.
I deserve everything I got.
Everything.
I wake up in the morning,
and I feel really good
about myself,
and that is the God's
honest truth.
You wanna know the real reason
why you're so angry?
It's 'cause you know the truth
about yourself, too.
You deserve to be poor.
You're poor 'cause you're dumb,
and you're dumb,
'cause you're lazy.
The end.
Please don't kill him.
[cries]
Baby, we are way past that
and you know it.
I spared his child.
He murdered mine.
This don't get it even,
but it'll have to do.
[Leon & band] (on speaker)
Have you heard about
The lonesome loser?
[Tim] What the fuck?
Beaten by
the Queen of Hearts
Every time
Have you heard
about the lonesome loser?
He's a loser, but he still
keeps on trying
[upbeat music playing]
[women scream]
[gunshots firing]
Sit down,
take a look at yourself
Someday somebody's--
Have you heard
about the lonesome loser?
Beaten by the Queen of
Hearts every time
[grunts]
Have you heard
about the lonesome loser?
[grunting]
Unlucky in love,
at least that's what they say
He lost his head,
and he gambled his heart away
Staked his heart and lost
[groans]
-Now he has to pay the
cost
-[groans]
-Have you heard--
-[groans]
-.About the lonesome
loser
-[gunshot firing]
-[coughing]
-Beaten by
The Queen of Hearts
every time
Have you heard
about the lonesome loser?
He's a loser
But he still keeps on trying
It's okay, he smiles
and says
[gunshots firing]
What are you doing?
What the fuck are you doing?
There's a 300-gallon propane
tank on the building.
I'm gonna blow this place
sky-high
and all them sons of bitches
outside.
We need to get in the secret
door and get their ass.
Yeah.
We can't.
It locks from the inside out.
Fuck.
Oh, shit, but they could come
out from the other back.
Erik, go watch the door
from around back.
Roger, that's gonna fucking
kill us, too.
I wouldn't worry.
We ain't staying.
How do we smoke their asses out?
Well, I do got a propane tank
in the truck, and we both know
it's pretty much dynamite.
Hell, I was gonna shoot it up
with my cousins this weekend,
but let's blow the damn door
open with it right now.
Okay, does anybody
have any other idea?
[groans, pants]
[Roger] Fucking ingrates.
Think they're slick.
Should we take a moment of
silence for Terry and Kenny?
Yeah, after we get
that propane tank.
Yeah.
[coughs, gasps]
Leon, thank God.
Go get help, you fat retard.
Get help.
What-- [Junior coughs]
[gun fires]
I'm played out, Bailey.
Look, there's a trapdoor
out of here,
but it's locked with a code.
I know.
[laughs]
Of course, you do.
If-- if I was to give you
the code,
would you help me
out of this mess?
Hey, I'll split the money
with you, and half,
well, half is gonna be
more money
than you ever know
what you do with.
Huh?
How do I know you won't just
kill me after this?
[laughs]
'Cause I'm a businessman.
That's how.
You know?
I mean, I could personally hate
your guts,
but personal ain't business.
And with business,
sometimes you just get fucked.
Bailey.
[punching code]
[Roger] Bailey.
Are you sure we're far enough
away?
Fucking positive.
Hell, it ain't that big of
a tank.
[Roger] Bailey, come on.
Be realistic about this.
All that money, all them
jewels, you're not gonna know
what to do with it all.
You ain't built for this.
Come on, man.
You ain't equipped for
this kind of shit.
I mean, you're either gonna
lose it
or you're gonna get yourself
killed.
You need me as much
as I need you,
and that's
the good Lord's truth.
[pants]
You know, your son said
something to me earlier
that uh, really stuck with me.
You know, you killed people
tonight for money.
Now what?
You're gonna try to make me
into the bad guy?
-How the fuck is that fair?
-Don't interrupt me again.
He said,
"Sometimes you just get fucked."
[instrumental music playing]
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
[laughing]
It's so fucking stupid.
[panting]
I can't believe I wasted the
last three months not smoking.
[laughs]
[panting]
-[gun clicks]
-[gasps]
Don't you fucking move.
[laughing]
[pants]
Thank God.
He was trying to kill me.
[grunts]
California here we come
Nothing's gonna stop me now
California, here we come
Right back where we started
from
With pedal to the floor
Thinking on the road
-Gotta get us--
-[lighter clicks]
[explosion]
-[bangs]
-[screams, gasps]
[Taylor] Oh God.
[fireworks bursting]
Holy shit!
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
Oh. [gasps]
[fireworks bursting]
[Taylor] Oh, oh.
Oh.
Leon, are you okay?
[fireworks bursting]
[panting]
[Jordan crying]
[Bailey] Oh my God.
Jordan.
Taylor, thank you so much.
I was so fucking scared
if anything ever happened to.
[gasps]
That bag what I think it is?
What?
Is that bag the fucking money?
Yeah.
We're gonna make a trade, okay?
[Jordan crying]
Toss that bag in front of you
on the ground.
Toss me the keys of your truck.
I'm gonna take the bag
and the keys.
I'm gonna leave the baby
in the same spot, okay?
Now, back up, slowly.
[Jordan crying]
[Bailey] It's okay, baby.
Keep them hands up.
[Jordan crying]
It's okay.
I'm sorry I had to do that with
your baby, but she fine.
Okay?
You can get her now.
[Bailey] Jordan,
my baby, you're okay.
[Jordan crying]
Let's go.
You're okay, baby.
You're okay, Jordan.
Look, mommy's here.
I'm gonna stay here.
It's okay.
[door closes]
Battery dead. Ugh!
Put your hands behind your head
before I blow it off, bitch.
Get out of the fucking car.
Open that back door.
It's okay, baby.
Don't fucking move.
Any woman that would use another
woman's child like that.
Give me one reason why
I shouldn't kill you
right fucking now.
Bailey.
You know how.
You know what?
Fuck you, bitch.
[soft music playing]
You're not gonna come preach me
some sermon.
You were robbing the place.
You don't care about women.
You just killed a dozen women.
You're no better than Roger,
any of the rest of them.
Oh, bullshit.
Same as always.
Pretty girl gets everything
she fucking wants.
Everything she wants?
I'm a widowed stripper running
out of a burning building.
At least they let you be
a stripper.
They hid me by the door.
You wanna be a stripper,
take your clothes off.
Fuck you.
-Now.
-Fuck--
-[gun fires]
-[Jordan crying]
Sorry, baby.
Won't be too more gunshots.
Next one goes right
between your fucking eyes.
Take off your clothes and put
them in the back of the truck.
Your bra and socks, too.
You can keep your panties on
and that neck brace.
Go on.
There.
Now you're a professional
stripper.
Feel better?
I'm sorry.
Bailey.
[Taylor scoffs]
And there's your tip.
The way I see it,
I don't think a titty bar
has a black box
like an airplane,
and the cops ain't gonna shed
too many tears over Roger,
any of those other
dead gangsters inside of there.
So whatever story we tell
is gonna be the story,
because nobody else who knows
what happened
is still alive.
Right?
I guess.
Right.
And that tip right there,
that means that
you never saw me here.
Right?
-Right.
-[Bailey] Right.
So the last person left alive
to tell the story to the police
is you, the only stripper
who made it out alive.
Right?
Right.
[chuckles]
You're gonna be the most famous
stripper in the history of
the state of Arkansas.
-[blows]
-[beeping]
[sighs]
[beeps]
[car starting]
California, here we come
Right back
where we started from
Everything happens for a reason.
California
[upbeat music playing]
Here we come
On the stereo,
listen as we go
Nothing's gonna stop me now
California, here we come
Right back
where we started from
Pedal to the floor,
thinking of the roar
Gotta get us to the show
California, here we come
Right back
where we started from
California
Here we come
California, California
Here we come
[music fades]
[fire flickering]
[phone dinging]
[upbeat music playing]
California, California
Here we come
California, California
Here we come
California, California
Here we come
On the first day of Christmas,
my daddy bought for me
A Louis Vuitton Speedy
On the second day of
Christmas, my daddy bought
For me two breast implants
and a Louis Vuitton Speedy
On the third day of Christmas,
my daddy bought for me
Three months' rent,
two breast implants
And a Louis Vuitton Speedy
On the fourth day of
Christmas
My daddy bought for me
Four Xanax bars,
three months' rent
Two breast implants,
and a Louis Vuitton Speedy
On the fifth day of Christmas,
my daddy bought for me
Five love bracelets,
four Xanax bars
Three months' rent,
two breast implants
And a Louis Vuitton Speedy
On the sixth day of Christmas,
my daddy bought or me
Six Van Cleef chokers,
five love bracelets
Four Xanax bars,
three months' rent
Two breast implants,
and a Louis Vuitton Speedy
On the seventh day
of Christmas
My daddy bought for me
Seven months' tuition,
six Van Cleef chokers
Five love bracelets,
four Xanax bars
Three months' rent,
two breast implants
And a Louis Vuitton Speedy
On the eighth day
of Christmas
My daddy bought for me
V8 Mercedes
Seven months' tuition,
six Van Cleef chokers
Five love bracelets,
four Xanax bars
Three months' rent,
two breast implants
And a Louis Vuitton Speedy
[music fades]