Swamp Lion (2022) Movie Script
1
[MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY]
Shit.
Give me a cigarette.
-Give me a cigarette, all right?
-Here you go.
Where's the fucking lighter?
Hi.
Hey, Bee.
Hey, Stan.
How's work?
-The same shit.
-Hmm.
Can we talk?
Sure.
Alone?
Y'all go on inside.
So what's up?
Just give me a second.
Bee?
I went to the doctor.
Yeah?
What?
I don't know.
I just...
-You just what?
-Oh, God, I can't do this.
Can I just get
a glass of water first?
You just tell me now.
I'm pregnant.
[SIGHS]
Well, shit...
Did you just hear
what I said?
Yeah, I heard you.
But I thought
it was impossible.
Yeah, me, too.
What happened
to your lip?
Nothing.
Well, you thought you could
just sneak in here
and cover it up
before I got back home
from work?
Look, I'm having
this baby, okay?
And it might be
the only chance I get.
-All right. Well...
-No, just hear me out.
We can leave it at this.
You know, you can...
I don't know,
go on with your life
and just go our separate ways,
and I'll just...
I'll raise him myself.
Him?
It's a boy?
Well, it better be.
I don't want the competition.
STAN: Y'all having son?
JIM: Dude!
Oh, shit! Sorry, man.
The doors is open.
-Shut it.
-Shut the fucking door,
Stan, please?
Whoo!
I'm gonna be an uncle.
Wipe that smile off your face,
Jimmy V, I'm not done yet.
[STAN WHOOPING]
I don't want our boys
seeing you with
a lip like that, ever.
Yeah.
We've gotta change.
Okay? And I want a house.
Doesn't have to be
anything fancy.
Just somewhere safe.
Okay.
I'm going to take care
of you and the boy,
even if he's a girl.
Yeah? How are you
going to do that?
I don't know.
Talk to Uncle Ray.
Maybe he can put in
a good word
for me or something.
[CHUCKLES] What?
Driving trucks?
What about getting
into selling cars?
Can you really
see me in a tie?
[BLUEGRASS MUSIC PLAYING]
I've been working so hard
Working all night long
I've been thinking of you
Working all night long
And when I get down there
I'm gonna sing this song
-Got your paperwork?
-Yeah.
What's all the fuss about?
I'm gonna need you
to pull over right here.
Go ahead, man,
you're good.
I've been working so hard
Working all night long
I've been thinking of you
Working all night long
And when I get down there
I'm gonna sing this song
And when I get down there
I'm gonna sing this song
JIM: What, you don't say
good morning?
Good morning.
How you been?
I've been good.
How about you?
-That's for you.
-Thank you.
And that's for you.
Hey, thank you very much.
I got it.
How about the frame?
Yeah, I just got it.
Good. Take a look at this.
Okay.
One of the
best systems available.
Can last for a long time.
Got the gear system
and the brakes.
Unbelievable.
Oh, ready to go.
I'm gonna get you back.
-I'm gonna get you back.
-Hey, I'm just glad
I could help.
-By the way...
-Yeah.
Could you handle
a long haul shift for me
next week?
-Be the last one.
-I got you.
Have a good day, James.
And thank you.
[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[BEE MOANS]
Good morning, beautiful.
JIM: Jack. Jack.
-BEE: Come on, bud.
-Jack? [CLICKS TONGUE]
Time to wake up, buddy.
Come on. Let's go.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIO]
-Mom.
-Hmm?
My head hurts.
-Yeah? Okay, come here.
Let me see.
-A lot.
Well, you feel okay to me.
I don't think so, hon, okay?
Got to go to school.
-[SIGHS] Thank you.
-Yep.
Jack, take a couple
more bites,
we're gonna be late.
All right.
We'll see you later.
-Forget something?
-BEE: Hmm.
-Thank you.
-Nice catch.
-[BEE LAUGHS]
-Have a good day.
BEE: You, too.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[MACHINERY WHIRRING]
All right. One more game.
One more game.
-Are you ready?
-Yes.
[SIGHS] Here we go.
JIM:
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Who is that?
Swamp Lion.
That's right.
You want to go for a ride?
-Yes.
-You do?
Yes.
[WHISPERS]
Well, look out the window.
What do you see?
A hot air balloon.
That's right.
My hot air balloon.
The one that I stole
from the amusement park.
-You want to get in?
-Yeah.
Then let's get in.
JIM:
You know what he wanted
to hear tonight?
BEE: What's that?
-Swamp Lion.
-Really?
How long has
that been, huh?
Gosh, I don't know.
A long time ago.
I'm gonna go out back.
Okay.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIO]
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Jack
Happy birthday to you
What!
No way!
Yeah, sorry it's
not 16 years.
JACK: Oh.
-It's only 20.
-Really?
So cool. Where's the brand?
Well, it is such a cool bike
that it doesn't have a name.
That's how cool it is.
Oh.
You want to take it
for a ride?
-Sure.
-Okay.
-JIM: You got it?
-Yep.
That's it. That's my boy.
There he is. Whoo!
[BEE CHUCKLES]
BEE: You want a hamburger
or hotdog?
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
-Nothing?
-Yo!
-JACK: No.
-Jack's favorite dish.
-Grandma!
-Mac and cheese! Hey!
There's plenty more of that.
We'll have a taste.
-Here you go, sweetie.
-Thanks, Grandma!
ALL:
Happy birthday dear Jack
Happy birthday to you
[ALL CHEERING]
-All right. Let's eat cake.
-WOMAN: Okay.
[LAUGHS] Oh, we gotta
cut it first, honey.
Do you want icing?
-JACK: Yes, please.
-Okay.
You get what?
You get the corner.
-Oh, here we go.
-[HORN HONKS]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
WOMAN: Thank you. Okay.
[HONKING CONTINUES]
I don't want him here.
-Come on. What about Jack?
-No. Not again.
Okay. There you go.
-[STAN LAUGHS]
-What's up?
STAN: I don't know.
Shit. What's up, brother?
How you doing?
Hot out here.
-What are you doing here, man?
-Oh, man.
[CHUCKLES]
Hey, where that
birthday boy at?
-He's inside.
-BEE: Stan.
STAN: Hey, Bee.
-JACK: Stan!
-[LAUGHS] Come on, partner.
Hey, listen, I can't stay.
Aw, why?
Well, I gotta do something.
-Okay.
-But I got a gift for you.
-Really? What is it?
-Yeah.
Well, I can't tell you.
You gotta see it. Come with me
if you wanna see it.
Come on. Come on.
No, no, no.
STAN: Can't look.
JACK: Okay.
STAN: All right, you ready?
JACK: Yeah.
One, two, three.
No way!
[STAN LAUGHS]
-Thank you so much.
It's so cool.
-Oh, you're welcome, buddy.
-Daddy, look at this bike.
-JIM: Mm-hmm.
Saw it.
How'd you know
he wanted that?
He called me.
We've been talking
a little bit, you know.
So you've been
talking, huh?
He calls his uncle,
you know, and we talk.
Where'd you get
the bike from?
I bought it, Bee.
I got the receipt,
if that's what you're asking.
-How'd you pay for it?
-And then...
Cash. I paid for it
with money, Bee.
What else
I pay for it with?
And was that money
you pay taxes on?
Yeah, you could say that.
It's a stolen bike, Stan.
No, no. I didn't steal
this bike. I bought this.
Okay. Where'd you get
the money from? Huh?
Selling stolen ham?
-[LAUGHS] Stolen ham.
-BEE: Come on.
JACK: Why?
STAN: Bee.
-Why do I have to go back?
-STAN: Jim.
Why couldn't you have bought him
a fucking teddy bear, huh?
Why do I have to go back?
Jim, Come on, man.
Let him keep the bike, brother.
I'm with her, man.
Jim... Come on, man!
It's a bike!
It's a fucking bike, man.
I'm gonna leave it here, shit.
I'm gonna leave it
right there.
Fuck you, by the way.
JIM: Do you think
he had a good day?
BEE: Yeah, he got over it.
-He liked the bike.
-JIM: Yeah.
He likes Stan's bike better.
BEE: Hm.
There's always
something better out there.
JIM: Hm.
JIM: All right.
BEE: Mm.
JIM: See you guys later.
Bye.
[DOOR OPENS]
-Hey, Dad.
-Hey, buddy.
-How you doing?
-Good.
Yeah? That's good.
Do you want
to play ball with me?
[SIGHS] Had a long day.
JACK: Okay.
All right,
let's go play ball.
Here you go.
That's it.
Hey.
-Hey, Mom.
-JIM: Hey.
BEE: You bring food?
JIM: Marino's.
BEE: What?
-JIM: Yep.
-BEE: Ooh.
-Because I'm fancy like that.
BEE: Yeah, you are.
That's nice.
Jack.
Jack?
Jack.
Bee! Jack?
Jack?
Bee!
Bee!
Baby? Go call 911.
Jim, get the fucking
phone, now!
Come on. It's okay.
[SHUSHES]
It's okay. Come on.
I just need you to breathe.
Come on.
Come on. [SOBS]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Yeah, my son,
he just fell down.
211 Pinewood Avenue.
Is he breathing?
-Good job. You got it.
-Is he breathing?
-Yeah, he's good.
-Yeah, he's breathing,
but he's shaking now.
-I got you.
-Are you coming?
-It's okay.
-Okay. They're going
to be here soon, okay?
Okay.
I'm not sure
what happened before...
Jim, what happened?
Did he fall?
Yeah, he was...
He just kind of sat down,
and then he just went back.
-And then he just...
-BEE: And then he started
having a seizure.
Okay. Does he have
a history of seizures?
Do you know?
-BEE: No.
-How long did this happen?
-Um, I don't know.
Maybe a minute or two.
-Okay.
-Did he hit his head
by any chance?
-JIM: No.
-Jim? No.
-No, no.
Okay, pal.
All right, Jack, we're gonna
give you some oxygen, okay?
Nice big breaths,
buddy, okay?
BEE:
Get out of your way.
-Nearest hospital okay?
-BEE: Yeah.
Yes? Who's riding with us?
Um, I will.
[DOORS CLOSE]
[SIREN BLARES]
BEE: Okay. No, I'm just...
I need to understand is all.
So... what you're saying
is that we need to wait
for a prior authorization
to get approval
for the treatment
that this doctor's
recommended to us?
Well...
Well, how long
is that going to take?
Well, we don't have
that kind of time. I...
I'm not raising my voice.
I'm just telling you
that we don't have
that time.
Well, what if we want a...
a different treatment
altogether?
Yeah.
Yes, like out of network,
or whatever.
We're not covered?
At all?
So, you're...
[CHUCKLES WRYLY, SIGHS]
So you're saying that, um,
this is pretty much
our only option?
So that's it, then?
No. Mm-mm. Okay.
[EXHALES]
[BEE SOBS]
I just won't accept it.
I won't.
-The doctor said...
-I don't care
what the doctor said.
He can't die.
-[SNIFFLES]
-I know. I know.
[SOBS]
JIM: You fly over the city,
across the border.
Up, up you go.
You want to know
where we're going?
To the Gold Cattle Island.
Does that make you happy?
It makes me happy, too,
to see you happy.
Goodnight, little buddy.
BEE: So I talked to Jenna
from work, and her mom
went through this treatment
at Boston University Hospital,
and they've got this
cancer center for kids.
Okay? And they've got, like,
this whole different approach
to the way they treat a tumor.
And they've got
this new treatment
where they block
something called...
PRMT5 and that's
supposed to stop
the tumor from growing.
And then they do,
you know, radiation therapy
and drug therapies,
or whatever after that.
But the doctor said
it's spread too much,
-and they couldn't take it out.
-[SCOFFS]
Well, that's exactly
what they told Jenna's mom,
and she ain't dead yet.
Did you find out
how much it was?
Not exactly, but, um,
they said
anywhere up to like...
$250,000.
[SCOFFS SOFTLY]
I know.
Where are we going
to get that kind of money?
I don't know. I...
I don't know.
We gotta figure it out,
because we're all he's got.
And we got to
take care of him.
I know that. I'm just...
Um, maybe we should
listen to the doctor.
He doesn't have
much time left.
And what? Write him
a fucking bucket list?
Raise money so he can
fucking skydive
over the Grand Canyon?
Huh?
What if that's
the only choice we got?
I'm not giving up on him.
And you promised
to take care of us.
You remember that?
Yeah, I do.
I'm just... I'm just trying
to make the right decision.
I don't have
that kind of money.
I'm barely making it
month by month.
We just got
the new trucks.
I'm maxed out financially.
What do you
want me to do?
I don't know.
How about the bank?
Yeah. We're going there
this afternoon.
Just need more options.
Oh, I'm sure they'll help.
Do you need some time off?
No, I don't need time off.
I need to make
some goddamn money, James.
I mean, no long hauls.
But I have to work.
I understand.
How about the Houston run?
Would that work for you
for a while?
Yeah, that's a start.
-[SIGHS]
-He'll be all right,
you'll see.
Yeah? How do you know?
It's a lot of money.
Yeah.
BEE: Fucking assholes.
$2,000 in credit.
Are you fucking kidding me?
What are you yelling at me for?
I wasn't the one in there.
My mom better help.
I know she can
sell that house.
-Fuck's sake...
-No, don't, Jimmy.
SUE: This is
too much, darling.
Well, you must have been
cooking all day.
Almost.
-Oh.
-Whoa! Hmm.
-Dean, would you like a beer?
-I would. Damn nice.
BEE: Okay.
Hey, Mom, Dean.
Uh, we've got something
we need to talk to you about.
You're not divorcing,
are you?
No, we're not
divorcing, Sue.
-SUE: Oh.
-Jack is sick, Mom.
Sick? How?
Sick like he's got
a tumor in his brain.
[GASPS]
Look, we found a treatment
in Boston, okay?
And they got
real good doctors.
And they can give Jack
a real good chance.
But we're not covered.
And it's expensive.
So we're maybe hoping
that y'all can help out.
With money?
Yes, Dean.
Money would be helpful
in our situation.
Better than a hug.
So the cancer
doesn't spread anymore.
Well... how much is it?
$50,000 to start.
Oh.
You know we don't have
that kind of money.
What about Grandpa's house?
-Hon, we can't get rid
of that damn house.
-Mm-mm.
There's more debt
than money in it.
You fucking owe me, Mom.
You know that.
Hey, don't you talk
to your mama that way.
Like what, Dean?
Don't tell me how
to talk to my mama.
You know what?
Just get the fuck
-out of my house.
-Bee, Bee.
Thank you for dinner.
Come on.
Shit.
[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]
[SIGHS]
$73.
Thanks, Dean.
[SCOFFS] Are you
fucking kidding me?
Well, at least we know
they're not coming back
anytime soon.
So what?
You know, I'm trying
my hardest here,
and I mean,
what the fuck are you doing?
What are you talking about?
-I mean, does he
even matter to you?
-Don't fucking say that.
Well, then,
man the fuck up, Jim.
What do you want me to do?
Go steal my mother's
welfare checks?
How is that going
to help anything?
Bee.
No. You know what?
You stay here
and you take care of Jack.
Oh, what, you angry?
Good.
[CELL PHONE VIBRATING]
Dad? Dad?
-Mm.
-Your phone. Your phone.
[PHONE CONTINUES TO VIBRATE]
Yeah?
[STAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY
OVER PHONE]
What?
[CAR DOOR DINGING]
Hey, Jim,
top floor, brother.
All right,
take care of Jack.
-What, he's in here?
-Take care of Jack.
[COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING]
Get up and let's go.
Come on.
Jack's in the car.
What the fuck, man?
She's my wife.
She's my fucking wife!
How much did you make?
I need some extra cash.
Can you hook me up?
Shit, I mean,
I got a little bit,
but I spend that shit
as soon as I get it,
you know that.
Can you set up a meeting
with people
needing transportation?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I know some people.
They are not
nice people though, brother.
-Bee is not gonna like that.
-I don't care, man.
I don't care.
What's going on, bro?
Bee's off the hook
out there in the club.
-You can't be letting her
go out there like...
-Jack is sick.
What?
He's got cancer.
She's just trying
to make some money,
trying to help him out.
[EXHALES HEAVILY]
How bad is he?
It's pretty bad.
Oh, shit, bro.
Oh... fuck.
I'm sorry, brother.
Finally invited me out here,
and it's for this.
Oh, shit.
STAN: [OVER PHONE]
You're gonna meet a guy
with a red truck, all right?
JIM: Okay.
He's going to take you
to a meeting.
You just let the other guys
do their thing,
and you go on with them.
Cover your eyes.
You can go ahead
and take it off.
-I'm Jim.
-I know who you are.
Have a seat.
So, what are you
doing here?
You didn't talk
to my brother? Stan?
He tell you
what we do here?
No.
But you have
a pretty good idea, right?
Yup, I do.
I'll cross whatever
over the checkpoint.
So here's how it is.
You know what
happens to you
if you fuck me over, right?
We come for your kid.
And your wife.
You understand?
That enough information?
Yeah.
All right.
But I want to make
one thing clear, though.
You ever threaten
my family again,
or come close to them,
and I'm gonna
fucking kill you.
That's good to know.
Here's how it works.
We tell you where to stop.
When you do, you walk away
from your truck, you get
a bite to eat maybe,
or you take a piss.
When your truck
is visible again,
that means that we're off.
Maybe you carry.
Maybe you don't.
When you get across
a checkpoint,
we'll send you a message,
tell you where to stop.
You do the whole thing again.
Walk away from your truck,
wait till it's clear.
When you get
back to your truck,
you check the glove
compartment.
Your payment will be in there
with a new phone.
Get rid of the old one.
And don't do
anything else on it.
You keep
the battery charged.
That's it.
Easy-peasy.
-Okay.
-Time to go to work.
Now get the fuck
out of my truck.
What are you carrying?
Uh, just stuff from work.
-From work?
-Yeah, McAllen.
-You got your paperwork?
-Yup, right here.
Right.
Just a second,
hold on.
[DOG WHINES]
Where you going?
I'm gonna go to Houston.
Houston?
What part of Houston?
-Phillipsons, east side.
-East side?
Yeah.
All right. Carry on.
All right.
Yeah. [SIGHS]
[CELL PHONE VIBRATES]
MAN: Got a light?
[LIGHTER CLICKING]
Where you headed?
-Houston.
-Sounds good.
Ain't too far. I'm headed
all the way up to Toronto.
That's a long haul.
What's it like up there?
It seems pretty nice,
the little I've seen.
People seem friendly.
It's a little different,
but kind of the same,
you know?
JIM: Hmm.
Yeah.
What about Houston?
It's Houston.
-Have a good one.
-You, too.
Where'd you get this from?
From James.
-Oh, yeah?
-It's a loan.
Well, you tell him
we'll pay him back.
I did.
[SIGHS]
Where is he?
Sleeping.
He's exhausted.
Been tough on him.
Yeah, I bet.
BEE: Gonna give them a call
and see if we can get
the first flight out tomorrow.
JIM: Yeah?
BEE: Yeah.
I called them and said
we'd figure it out.
And they said once
we did give them a call,
they'd get us in
to see the doctor
right away.
JIM: That's good.
JIM: All right, buddy.
Huh?
Give me a hug, bud.
-[JACK MUTTERS]
-You'll be back soon.
-Okay?
-Mm-hmm.
You be good
to your mom, okay?
JACK: Okay.
[SIGHS]
Take good care of him.
Yeah.
Now, there's food
in the fridge, and try to keep
those plants alive, okay?
-I will.
-Okay.
[CAR ENGINE STARTS]
Dr. Garrett,
this is Beatrice,
Jack's mom.
Okay. Thank you.
-Have a seat.
-Thanks. Nice to meet you.
I really don't like desks
a whole lot,
because I think they kind of
put distance between people.
But it's the situation,
makes it easier, you know,
for us to have a conversation.
And I want you
to feel comfortable.
So tell me,
what's going on?
BEE: Um, well, after
Jack's incident at home,
where he had a seizure,
and then we took him
to the hospital,
um, they ended up telling us
about his condition
and unfortunately, at home,
just our options with insurance
and as far as even getting
the right treatment,
or treatment
I was comfortable with, um,
there just wasn't much
of an option there.
So that's when we started
to look into other things,
and found you guys.
DR. GARRETT:
Well, I'm really glad
you made the trip.
Now, I notice that Jack
didn't come with you today.
Um, how much does Jack know
about what's going on?
BEE: We told him
that we just...
you're going to treat him
for the seizures.
Yeah. I feel like, um,
we just...
I think it would be better
for his mental state
if he didn't know
for the time being.
Anyways, I just I want
him to stay really strong,
and I just feel like
this is the best way.
DR. GARRETT: I want you
to know that you are not
alone in this.
This is a team effort.
It's you, me, and Jack
working together
to beat this, make it happen,
make it go away,
and make him better.
Hey, Dad.
Hey, Jack.
How you doing?
-Good.
-What, are you in
a hotel room?
No. Where are we?
Hospital. Yeah.
We just wanted to check in
and say hi.
Jack's going for his
first treatment tonight,
so...
How do you feel
about that?
I don't know.
It's okay to
be nervous, okay?
BEE: Hmm.
Okay. Well, I'm gonna
go talk to your daddy
for a second, okay?
-Okay.
-Okay. You wanna say bye?
-Bye, Dad.
-Bye.
-Hey.
-Hey.
Um, sorry.
I want to talk to you
about the money.
Are you gonna be able to put
more money in the account?
I thought
we worked that out.
No, it's just,
it's the first installment,
so it looks like we're
probably gonna need, um,
same amount,
I'm guessing.
Yeah, I can put it
in your account tonight.
Okay, good.
And we're going to have
to be here about a month,
they're saying right now,
okay?
Yeah, I figured as much.
I love you.
Yeah, I love you, too.
-Hey.
-[SPEAKS SPANISH]
Yeah. Put in an order.
[SPEAKS SPANISH]
Okay. How much is it?
JIM: Hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey.
You go to the window
and who do you see?
The Swamp Lion.
JIM: He looks weak.
BEE: I know.
I wish you were here.
Yeah. Me, too.
JIM: I don't know,
I'm just tired.
Tired? There ain't time
to be tired, dummy.
Get up off that bed now!
-Thank you. Thank you.
-WOMAN: Thank you.
[SPEAKS SPANISH]
BEE: Doctor said
his numbers are up.
Treatments cost
more money, so...
-How's it going?
-Good. How are you?
-Good. Where are you
going today, sir?
-Houston.
You don't want to talk about
what's going on over there?
The nurses said I was
really sick with cancer.
I heard them say it
in another room.
They must have been talking
about somebody else, okay?
You're not that sick.
You think if you were that sick,
I'd be over here
and you'd be over there?
You know, I'd be there,
right next to you.
Okay?
I'm not stupid.
They were talking about me.
Jack's not responding
to the treatments.
So he needs new ones,
better ones,
and they're expensive
and we can't afford it.
[STAN CLEARS THROAT]
Fuck. I'm sorry, brother.
I just need to
make more money.
How, uh...
How fast?
Fast.
All right.
I think I know somebody.
You know, they'll take
a little bit of a cut,
but it's doable.
I think he might die.
And I can't breathe
when I'm not working,
I'm not making money,
and I'm not trying to help him.
And it could be
for nothing.
And I haven't seen him.
And I'm just
fucking scared, Stan.
I'm fucking scared.
STAN: All right, brother.
I'm gonna get you
out of here. All right?
Gonna get outta here.
Come on.
Come on.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Hello, ladies.
How you guys doing?
-Hey, mama.
-Hey.
How you doing?
Y'all ever met
my brother before?
-No. Hi.
-Hey, this is Jim.
-Lynette.
-Nice to meet you.
Don't be shy, brother,
you can say it.
At least smile a little bit...
-Hello, Charlie.
-Hi, baby.
How you doing?
Come on, I'm sure
you know my brother.
Yeah, I know your brother.
Come on.
STAN: Bye, ladies.
WOMAN: Bye.
CHARLIE:
What are you doing here?
[SIGHS] Well...
we need a little more money.
You okay? What for?
[CLEARS THROAT]
My... My son is sick.
He needs treatment.
CHARLIE:
Is crossing not enough?
No.
STAN: Shit.
CHARLIE: I'm sorry
to hear that.
Can you help?
-I mean, it depends.
-On what?
CHARLIE: If you're willing
to fuck with a boss.
[LAUGHS] Shit.
Are you that dumb?
I think my brother's dumb.
Yeah, I'm pretty fucking stupid.
I'm right here, right?
STAN: This shit runs
the family, baby.
Yeah, all right.
All right,
so how does it work,
or what do we do?
[CHARLIE SIGHS]
Girls.
-WOMAN: Yes?
-Can you get out?
WOMAN: Yeah.
Well... you let me
in your truck,
I skim a little of the stuff
they put in there,
and then I get out
before you deliver.
That's it.
-That's it?
-That's it.
We'll split 50-50.
We got a deal?
Yeah, we got a deal.
Don't fuck it up.
-STAN: Oh,
he will be all right.
-Now get out.
JIM: Yeah, I like you, too.
STAN: [LAUGHS]
I'll be right here.
-Get out!
-STAN: We'll be at
Romeo's later.
-Get out.
-STAN: Oh, shit.
-Cool? That's cool.
Where's your old man?
-Stupid.
-STAN: You need another beer?
-I'm good.
-All right. You want a shot?
-No, I don't need a shot.
Need some elbow courage?
No, we got
plenty of shots. I'm good.
Just leave me alone, man.
-Fuck it.
-[CHARLIE LAUGHS] Fuck it.
Got a cigarette?
That I do.
[CHARLIE SIGHS] Jim.
Charlie...
CHARLIE: You are nothing
like your brother.
No, he talks too much.
Oh, yeah. A lot of bullshit.
Yeah. [LAUGHS]
You're beautiful.
Wow.
Well, now you sound like him.
Sorry.
No, no, no, I like it.
So, Jim...
Yeah, Charlie.
What is it that you want?
You want another drink?
Yeah. Come on.
Let's have another drink.
[CELL PHONE VIBRATING]
[CHARLIE MOANING]
[EXHALES]
-Hello, sir. How you doing?
-Doin' good.
-Where you coming from?
-McAllen.
What d'you got
in the load?
Uh, just stuff from work.
Okay. Where'd you
pick it up from?
-McAllen, at work.
-Okay. You usually
pick it up there?
-Yep.
-You doing all right, sir?
Yeah, I'm doing all right.
Yeah.
Okay. Might we take
a look at your load?
-Yeah. Don't mind.
-Okay.
Just do me a favor.
Just travel to the left
over here and we'll be
with you in a few seconds.
Can you step off
the truck, sir?
All right.
Step over here,
sir, please.
-Oh.
-Yep.
-You all right?
-Yeah. Yeah, man.
My AC broke, you know,
I'm actually sweating
like a pig.
-This is where you usually
pick it up from?
-Yeah, right there.
-Did you load it up yourself?
-No, no.
Somebody else loaded it up.
Same thing every day.
Dogs look kind of agitated.
-Yeah, it might be the heat.
-What was that?
I said maybe
they don't like the heat.
Yeah.
[DOOR CLOSES]
-Right, sir.
You're good to go.
-All right.
-You guys have a good one.
-You, too.
[RATTLING]
[RATTLING CONTINUES]
[DOOR CREAKING]
-Hey!
-Hi.
What the fuck
you doing here?
I...
I got your 12K.
[DOG BARKS]
[DOOR CREAKING]
JIM'S MOTHER:
Hi. Come right in.
So how's my grandson?
You know,
he's hanging in there.
He's all right.
Well, I want to do something,
and I want you to have this.
No, Ma, I don't need
the money, okay?
Yes, you do.
You need the money
for your medicine. I'm not
going to take that, okay?
We're covered.
-Well...
-Hey.
How about I buy your car?
Okay?
Give you a little money,
you can pay for your meds.
-You'll be all right.
-You want my car?
Mm-hmm.
I just need a spare car.
We're driving Jack around
all over the place now.
So...
What do you think?
You get some money.
You're not driving, right?
-No.
-Still running?
Last time I checked,
it was running.
All right.
There you go.
What's really going on here?
Nothing's going on.
I need a spare car
and you need your medicine.
We both win.
-Where are the keys?
-In the drawer.
Hold on one second.
He's coming out.
Okay, come here, slowly.
Let's have a look at you.
Hey, Jack.
How you doing, buddy?
[MONITOR BEEPING]
You look sad.
JM: I'm okay, Jack.
JACK: Can you tell me
the rest of the story?
Yeah.
Yeah. Where were we?
The hot air balloon.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, I remember.
Okay, So...
they're all in the balloon,
flying high up in the sky.
You look and
you see the island.
And you say...
"How do we get in?"
"Get in?"
the hummingbird says.
And then you realize
there's something that the
hummingbird didn't think about.
Before you can say, "No,"
Swamp Lion runs up
all the way to the roof,
puts bombs on there
and he lights the wick
and... [IMITATES FIRE]
Everything's going crazy
in your mind and you say,
"Everybody, get down!"
And all the hummingbirds
fly to the corners
and you look at the Swamp Lion
and you say, "Swamp Lion, why?"
Swamp Lion says,
"Because it's good."
And you say, "No!"
And all of a sudden,
it just explodes!
The roof flies off,
the sun comes down,
blinds your eyes.
You can't really
see that well.
You look around.
And then you see him
lying on the ground,
and he looks at you.
And he gives you
that big smile.
The one that only
the Swamp Lion
can give you.
I'm going to die,
aren't I?
It's okay, Dad.
You and me,
we gotta keep fighting,
okay?
Okay.
Don't tell Mom we...
we talked about this.
Okay.
Sweet dreams.
Sweet dreams, son.
CHARLIE: Hey.
What are you doing here?
I didn't see you
at your house.
You mean
you couldn't get in?
[CHUCKLES]
Something like that.
Come on.
I'm making us
a lot of money.
Your wife must be happy.
It's a bad idea.
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
Hey.
BEE: Hey.
-Can you hear me?
-Yeah. Yeah.
Um, well, it looks like
we're getting to come home
for the weekend.
He's doing better, Jim.
He's been eating.
Numbers are down.
They told us
it'd be good for him
to come home and see you.
He's better?
Yeah, he's doing better.
[SIGHS] Thank you, God.
Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.
[LAUGHS]
So we'll see you soon,
all right?
[SIGHS] All right.
-Hey.
-Yeah.
Love you.
Love you.
It's been fun.
[MACHINE RUNNING]
[VACUUM CLEANER RUNNING]
[HORN HONKING]
Jack!
Hey, Jack.
Hey, buddy.
Hey, buddy.
Let me see that face.
Let me see your face.
There it is.
-JIM: Hey.
-Hi.
I'm glad you're back.
JACK: Hmm.
I love you.
Love you, too.
Doctors are happier
with the way the treatments
are going now. So...
I'm sorry I put you
through all this hell.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
CHARLIE: Jimmy,
I know you're in there.
You better take care of that.
CHARLIE: Jimmy!
-Yeah, I'm just gonna...
-Just deal with it.
-Okay?
-[KNOCKING CONTINUES]
CHARLIE: Hi.
-What are you doing here?
-You're hurting me.
JIM: They're home.
CHARLIE: What?
-[MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY]
-Stop it. All right?
You need to go home.
-Just wanna have
a little bit of fun.
-You need to go home.
They're home.
Yeah. So Charlie go home.
Yeah, Charlie go home.
-Bee, I don't want us to...
-Whatever that was,
it didn't happen.
I don't want to
hear about it.
All right?
All right.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
[EXHALES]
Hey, Bee.
Welcome home.
You know what time it is?
Coffee time?
Can I just borrow Jim
for a bit?
-I just want to talk to him
for a little bit.
-Yeah. Jim.
I need to
talk to you, brother.
Yeah, just let me
get my clothes on.
-Shit.
-Yeah.
That's how I found her
this morning.
Outside the club.
Motherfuckers even left
the trunk open like that.
-What are you gonna do?
-What...
Shit. I don't know.
Came out here
to get your help.
I ain't never done
shit like this before.
The fuck am I gonna do?
-[JIM SIGHS]
-Oh, fuck.
There's someone in that truck.
Don't look. Don't look.
Oh, shit.
Fuck, Jim. What the fuck
we gonna do now?
Oh.
You're gonna get in that car
and you're gonna get rid of her.
We need to make it seem
like none of this happened.
What about you?
I'm going to go to work,
do what I usually do.
I'm going to get
my coffee and my eggs,
and I'm gonna head to Houston.
You...
-Oh, well, you better...
-Just get in the car.
Come on.
All right.
All right, big brother.
[CAR ENGINE STARTS]
I need you to get up
and get dressed.
What's going on?
I need you to get up
and get dressed.
-Jim.
-Come on. Get up now.
Jack?
Jack?
Hey, buddy. I need you
to get up, okay?
I need you to get up
and get dressed.
Get dressed.
[SIGHS] What is going on?
Just listen to me.
This is very serious, okay?
You need to
get out of here now.
I want you to take
the back road
-to the parking garage...
-Okay.
...where we hung out
when we first met.
-You remember?
-Yes.
Okay. Mom's car is
parked on the third floor.
-You got it?
-Okay.
-You got it?
-Yes.
Shit.
Jack...
Okay. Stan's bike
is right out back, okay?
I want you to ride it
to that parking garage
on Second Street,
it's across the river.
You know where it's at?
-Yes.
-This is very important.
I need you to go
through the park.
Okay? You're strong enough?
-Yes.
-Okay.
There's cash under
the mat in the car.
Okay? Both sides.
And don't use credit cards.
You gotta use cash.
There's money
in a PayPal account
under your name.
It's written on a note
under one of the mats
in the car.
-Okay.
-It's written on a note
-under one of the mats
in the car on the left side.
-All right, I got it.
-Okay?
-Okay.
When you get that,
you gotta switch accounts.
Okay?
Open that drawer.
-But...
-The passports
are in that drawer.
BEE: Shit!
You gotta go to Canada,
okay?
BEE: What?
When you get there,
you tell the police you need
protection from the drug lords.
It's all on me.
You tell them that, okay?
Tell the police
to contact the hospital
about his treatment.
BEE: Okay, okay.
Come here.
-You gotta put these on.
-BEE: It's okay.
-Okay, it's okay.
-Here, put them on.
-Okay?
-Here.
There. Listen to Mama.
All right. You gotta
take the red bike.
You, go through the park.
Okay? Go in
opposite directions.
You understand that?
-Yes.
-You understand that?
-Yes.
-Okay.
Okay.
-Come here.
-What about you?
I'm gonna be all right.
I'm going to be safe, okay?
Okay.
Listen. Listen to me, okay?
You guys are
gonna go out first.
And then
I'm gonna go out.
-Okay.
-Okay?
-You be safe.
-Yes.
-Okay? All right.
-Okay.
-Yeah.
-Through the park.
All right, let's go.
-Okay.
-Let's go.
Come on, sweetheart.
I've got you.
[EXHALES HEAVILY]
[STARTS ENGINE]
-[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Hello.
-Hey.
-WAITRESS:
Can I get you something?
-Yeah. Please, thank you.
-Coffee?
Okay.
-Thank you.
Thank you very much.
-Thank you.
-Appreciate it.
-Chorizo?
Please.
[SIGHS]
-[SPANISH SONG PLAYING]
-[SIGHS]
Can I have a strong coffee?
Black.
Gracias.
WAITRESS: Black coffee.
Anything else, sir?
Gracias.
-Anything else?
-[REPLIES IN SPANISH]
How is your coffee?
[CLEARS THROAT]
I'm sorry. What's that?
Your coffee.
How is it?
It's just fine.
Mine's a little thin.
Can I taste yours,
if you don't mind?
It's probably
the same coffee.
[SPEAKS SPANISH]
Maybe yours is stronger?
[GRUNTS]
Same pot. Too thin.
Taste is individual,
I guess.
Yeah?
I don't know. I asked her
for a strong coffee,
and she brings me this.
What does that make her?
She probably prefers it
on the thin side.
But I asked her
for something else.
From my standpoint,
that makes her either
a liar, or stupid.
Am I right?
-Yeah.
-Hmm.
I'm a businessman.
So when I ask
for a strong cup of coffee
and they bring me
this mierda, this shit...
it's bad for business...
and I don't like it.
Okay.
Do you know who I am?
How do you trust a liar?
I can see the white man
in your eyes...
looking for a solution.
White men are always thinking,
always... looking for more,
always wanting more.
It's difficult
to be their friend.
[SIGHS IN EXASPERATION]
White men are like birds,
long necks,
always staring,
figuring things out.
We Mexicans are like dogs.
We bark, fight, fuck.
And we love our family.
Am I right?
I'm not an animal.
I'm just...
I'm just a father.
Bueno.
I like to...
get everything my way,
one way or the other.
Okay? I don't like losses.
So...
we have to find a solution,
so you can
pay back your debt.
I get that.
Bueno.
There are two kinds of debt.
There is the moral debt
of the liar.
It would be bad for morale
if I were to let you
just walk away.
Wouldn't you say,
or do you think that
is just a matter of taste?
Weak. Strong.
No, I don't.
You must love your son
very much.
[SIGHS]
Hello, Jim.
So here's the thing.
Your truck is loaded.
When you get to the border,
they know your truck
is loaded. Okay?
-All right.
-What do you do
when they catch you?
-Nothing.
-I'm right behind you.
You wait for me.
Don't get any ideas.
You do anything,
we come for your family.
Jack, did anyone follow you?
-Mom...
-Anyone follow you?
Okay, okay.
I'm gonna get you in the back.
You lay down, okay?
Cover yourself up, son.
Okay, okay.
Okay.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
Stay down.
JACK: What about Dad?
He's going
to meet us later, okay?
[LINE RINGING]
-STAN: Hello?
-Hey, they got me, man.
-They're gonna pick me up
by the Border Patrol.
-What?
No, no, no. No.
If you let them take you,
you're dead.
You understand?
They're gonna
kill Bee and Jack
if I don't do it.
No. If they wanted
to kill them,
they'd be dead already.
It's suicide now.
Border Patrol
is gonna take you,
and they'll pass by you
with a huge load,
you understand?
You need to stop right now.
How the hell am I gonna stop?
He's right behind me.
Right by the border, brother.
There's cops all over.
They can't touch you
if you stop there.
You just slow the fuck down.
I'll catch up
with you, brother.
I'm in my car.
I'll be there.
Just stay down, okay?
[HORN HONKS]
Okay.
[CAR HONKS]
[TRUCK HONKING]
Keep that blanket
over you, okay?
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
-Where are you, man?
-STAN: Right here.
I see you now.
Right here, man.
I see you now.
What truck's he driving?
It's a Kenworth 0-13.
-It's black.
-All right. Get ready,
pull on over.
Just... come on,
pull on over.
[SIGHS IN RELIEF]
Here he comes.
Come here.
[MOUTHING]
[SIREN BLIPS]
[OVER RADIO]
Can't stay here.
You need to keep moving.
You guys can't park here.
You need to keep moving.
JIM: Yeah. I know,
it just broke down, man.
When are you gonna fix it?
You gotta keep moving.
I'm going to call them
right now.
But there's no pitstop.
Who you gonna call?
I'll be out of here
in ten minutes, man.
[SIREN BLIPS]
[SIREN FADING]
Jack, you can
get up now.
Wait, wait, wait, wait!
Hold on.
Get back down.
[SIREN WAILS]
Can you step out
of the vehicle, sir?
Why was that, Officer?
I didn't do anything wrong.
-Get the fuck off the vehicle.
-Hold on. Come on, man.
-Come here. What're you doing?
-Hurry up!
Hey, fuck, man.
[GRUNTS]
Fuck!
[GRUNTS]
[ENGINE STARTS]
Ah, shit, man.
Shit, you all right?
Hey, hold up, hey!
What, are you just...
gonna leave us
out here like this?
STAN: All right, come here.
Get over here, bud.
Back up a little bit.
Gosh... Yeah. All right.
Get mine...
Ah, damn them
motherfuckers!
Well...
what now, brother?
Huh?
Shit, you got a cigarette?
I got a lighter.
[CHUCKLES] Oh, man.
All right.
You know
I love you, right?
You know
I've always loved you?
Yeah.
Yeah, I have.
You've always been
a pain in my ass.
[CHUCKLES] Yeah, I have.
Always loved you, too, bro.
[GUNSHOT]
[GUNSHOTS]
[THUDS]
All right, you can get up.
We're okay.
[MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY]
Shit.
Give me a cigarette.
-Give me a cigarette, all right?
-Here you go.
Where's the fucking lighter?
Hi.
Hey, Bee.
Hey, Stan.
How's work?
-The same shit.
-Hmm.
Can we talk?
Sure.
Alone?
Y'all go on inside.
So what's up?
Just give me a second.
Bee?
I went to the doctor.
Yeah?
What?
I don't know.
I just...
-You just what?
-Oh, God, I can't do this.
Can I just get
a glass of water first?
You just tell me now.
I'm pregnant.
[SIGHS]
Well, shit...
Did you just hear
what I said?
Yeah, I heard you.
But I thought
it was impossible.
Yeah, me, too.
What happened
to your lip?
Nothing.
Well, you thought you could
just sneak in here
and cover it up
before I got back home
from work?
Look, I'm having
this baby, okay?
And it might be
the only chance I get.
-All right. Well...
-No, just hear me out.
We can leave it at this.
You know, you can...
I don't know,
go on with your life
and just go our separate ways,
and I'll just...
I'll raise him myself.
Him?
It's a boy?
Well, it better be.
I don't want the competition.
STAN: Y'all having son?
JIM: Dude!
Oh, shit! Sorry, man.
The doors is open.
-Shut it.
-Shut the fucking door,
Stan, please?
Whoo!
I'm gonna be an uncle.
Wipe that smile off your face,
Jimmy V, I'm not done yet.
[STAN WHOOPING]
I don't want our boys
seeing you with
a lip like that, ever.
Yeah.
We've gotta change.
Okay? And I want a house.
Doesn't have to be
anything fancy.
Just somewhere safe.
Okay.
I'm going to take care
of you and the boy,
even if he's a girl.
Yeah? How are you
going to do that?
I don't know.
Talk to Uncle Ray.
Maybe he can put in
a good word
for me or something.
[CHUCKLES] What?
Driving trucks?
What about getting
into selling cars?
Can you really
see me in a tie?
[BLUEGRASS MUSIC PLAYING]
I've been working so hard
Working all night long
I've been thinking of you
Working all night long
And when I get down there
I'm gonna sing this song
-Got your paperwork?
-Yeah.
What's all the fuss about?
I'm gonna need you
to pull over right here.
Go ahead, man,
you're good.
I've been working so hard
Working all night long
I've been thinking of you
Working all night long
And when I get down there
I'm gonna sing this song
And when I get down there
I'm gonna sing this song
JIM: What, you don't say
good morning?
Good morning.
How you been?
I've been good.
How about you?
-That's for you.
-Thank you.
And that's for you.
Hey, thank you very much.
I got it.
How about the frame?
Yeah, I just got it.
Good. Take a look at this.
Okay.
One of the
best systems available.
Can last for a long time.
Got the gear system
and the brakes.
Unbelievable.
Oh, ready to go.
I'm gonna get you back.
-I'm gonna get you back.
-Hey, I'm just glad
I could help.
-By the way...
-Yeah.
Could you handle
a long haul shift for me
next week?
-Be the last one.
-I got you.
Have a good day, James.
And thank you.
[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[BEE MOANS]
Good morning, beautiful.
JIM: Jack. Jack.
-BEE: Come on, bud.
-Jack? [CLICKS TONGUE]
Time to wake up, buddy.
Come on. Let's go.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIO]
-Mom.
-Hmm?
My head hurts.
-Yeah? Okay, come here.
Let me see.
-A lot.
Well, you feel okay to me.
I don't think so, hon, okay?
Got to go to school.
-[SIGHS] Thank you.
-Yep.
Jack, take a couple
more bites,
we're gonna be late.
All right.
We'll see you later.
-Forget something?
-BEE: Hmm.
-Thank you.
-Nice catch.
-[BEE LAUGHS]
-Have a good day.
BEE: You, too.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[MACHINERY WHIRRING]
All right. One more game.
One more game.
-Are you ready?
-Yes.
[SIGHS] Here we go.
JIM:
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Who is that?
Swamp Lion.
That's right.
You want to go for a ride?
-Yes.
-You do?
Yes.
[WHISPERS]
Well, look out the window.
What do you see?
A hot air balloon.
That's right.
My hot air balloon.
The one that I stole
from the amusement park.
-You want to get in?
-Yeah.
Then let's get in.
JIM:
You know what he wanted
to hear tonight?
BEE: What's that?
-Swamp Lion.
-Really?
How long has
that been, huh?
Gosh, I don't know.
A long time ago.
I'm gonna go out back.
Okay.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIO]
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Jack
Happy birthday to you
What!
No way!
Yeah, sorry it's
not 16 years.
JACK: Oh.
-It's only 20.
-Really?
So cool. Where's the brand?
Well, it is such a cool bike
that it doesn't have a name.
That's how cool it is.
Oh.
You want to take it
for a ride?
-Sure.
-Okay.
-JIM: You got it?
-Yep.
That's it. That's my boy.
There he is. Whoo!
[BEE CHUCKLES]
BEE: You want a hamburger
or hotdog?
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
-Nothing?
-Yo!
-JACK: No.
-Jack's favorite dish.
-Grandma!
-Mac and cheese! Hey!
There's plenty more of that.
We'll have a taste.
-Here you go, sweetie.
-Thanks, Grandma!
ALL:
Happy birthday dear Jack
Happy birthday to you
[ALL CHEERING]
-All right. Let's eat cake.
-WOMAN: Okay.
[LAUGHS] Oh, we gotta
cut it first, honey.
Do you want icing?
-JACK: Yes, please.
-Okay.
You get what?
You get the corner.
-Oh, here we go.
-[HORN HONKS]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
WOMAN: Thank you. Okay.
[HONKING CONTINUES]
I don't want him here.
-Come on. What about Jack?
-No. Not again.
Okay. There you go.
-[STAN LAUGHS]
-What's up?
STAN: I don't know.
Shit. What's up, brother?
How you doing?
Hot out here.
-What are you doing here, man?
-Oh, man.
[CHUCKLES]
Hey, where that
birthday boy at?
-He's inside.
-BEE: Stan.
STAN: Hey, Bee.
-JACK: Stan!
-[LAUGHS] Come on, partner.
Hey, listen, I can't stay.
Aw, why?
Well, I gotta do something.
-Okay.
-But I got a gift for you.
-Really? What is it?
-Yeah.
Well, I can't tell you.
You gotta see it. Come with me
if you wanna see it.
Come on. Come on.
No, no, no.
STAN: Can't look.
JACK: Okay.
STAN: All right, you ready?
JACK: Yeah.
One, two, three.
No way!
[STAN LAUGHS]
-Thank you so much.
It's so cool.
-Oh, you're welcome, buddy.
-Daddy, look at this bike.
-JIM: Mm-hmm.
Saw it.
How'd you know
he wanted that?
He called me.
We've been talking
a little bit, you know.
So you've been
talking, huh?
He calls his uncle,
you know, and we talk.
Where'd you get
the bike from?
I bought it, Bee.
I got the receipt,
if that's what you're asking.
-How'd you pay for it?
-And then...
Cash. I paid for it
with money, Bee.
What else
I pay for it with?
And was that money
you pay taxes on?
Yeah, you could say that.
It's a stolen bike, Stan.
No, no. I didn't steal
this bike. I bought this.
Okay. Where'd you get
the money from? Huh?
Selling stolen ham?
-[LAUGHS] Stolen ham.
-BEE: Come on.
JACK: Why?
STAN: Bee.
-Why do I have to go back?
-STAN: Jim.
Why couldn't you have bought him
a fucking teddy bear, huh?
Why do I have to go back?
Jim, Come on, man.
Let him keep the bike, brother.
I'm with her, man.
Jim... Come on, man!
It's a bike!
It's a fucking bike, man.
I'm gonna leave it here, shit.
I'm gonna leave it
right there.
Fuck you, by the way.
JIM: Do you think
he had a good day?
BEE: Yeah, he got over it.
-He liked the bike.
-JIM: Yeah.
He likes Stan's bike better.
BEE: Hm.
There's always
something better out there.
JIM: Hm.
JIM: All right.
BEE: Mm.
JIM: See you guys later.
Bye.
[DOOR OPENS]
-Hey, Dad.
-Hey, buddy.
-How you doing?
-Good.
Yeah? That's good.
Do you want
to play ball with me?
[SIGHS] Had a long day.
JACK: Okay.
All right,
let's go play ball.
Here you go.
That's it.
Hey.
-Hey, Mom.
-JIM: Hey.
BEE: You bring food?
JIM: Marino's.
BEE: What?
-JIM: Yep.
-BEE: Ooh.
-Because I'm fancy like that.
BEE: Yeah, you are.
That's nice.
Jack.
Jack?
Jack.
Bee! Jack?
Jack?
Bee!
Bee!
Baby? Go call 911.
Jim, get the fucking
phone, now!
Come on. It's okay.
[SHUSHES]
It's okay. Come on.
I just need you to breathe.
Come on.
Come on. [SOBS]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Yeah, my son,
he just fell down.
211 Pinewood Avenue.
Is he breathing?
-Good job. You got it.
-Is he breathing?
-Yeah, he's good.
-Yeah, he's breathing,
but he's shaking now.
-I got you.
-Are you coming?
-It's okay.
-Okay. They're going
to be here soon, okay?
Okay.
I'm not sure
what happened before...
Jim, what happened?
Did he fall?
Yeah, he was...
He just kind of sat down,
and then he just went back.
-And then he just...
-BEE: And then he started
having a seizure.
Okay. Does he have
a history of seizures?
Do you know?
-BEE: No.
-How long did this happen?
-Um, I don't know.
Maybe a minute or two.
-Okay.
-Did he hit his head
by any chance?
-JIM: No.
-Jim? No.
-No, no.
Okay, pal.
All right, Jack, we're gonna
give you some oxygen, okay?
Nice big breaths,
buddy, okay?
BEE:
Get out of your way.
-Nearest hospital okay?
-BEE: Yeah.
Yes? Who's riding with us?
Um, I will.
[DOORS CLOSE]
[SIREN BLARES]
BEE: Okay. No, I'm just...
I need to understand is all.
So... what you're saying
is that we need to wait
for a prior authorization
to get approval
for the treatment
that this doctor's
recommended to us?
Well...
Well, how long
is that going to take?
Well, we don't have
that kind of time. I...
I'm not raising my voice.
I'm just telling you
that we don't have
that time.
Well, what if we want a...
a different treatment
altogether?
Yeah.
Yes, like out of network,
or whatever.
We're not covered?
At all?
So, you're...
[CHUCKLES WRYLY, SIGHS]
So you're saying that, um,
this is pretty much
our only option?
So that's it, then?
No. Mm-mm. Okay.
[EXHALES]
[BEE SOBS]
I just won't accept it.
I won't.
-The doctor said...
-I don't care
what the doctor said.
He can't die.
-[SNIFFLES]
-I know. I know.
[SOBS]
JIM: You fly over the city,
across the border.
Up, up you go.
You want to know
where we're going?
To the Gold Cattle Island.
Does that make you happy?
It makes me happy, too,
to see you happy.
Goodnight, little buddy.
BEE: So I talked to Jenna
from work, and her mom
went through this treatment
at Boston University Hospital,
and they've got this
cancer center for kids.
Okay? And they've got, like,
this whole different approach
to the way they treat a tumor.
And they've got
this new treatment
where they block
something called...
PRMT5 and that's
supposed to stop
the tumor from growing.
And then they do,
you know, radiation therapy
and drug therapies,
or whatever after that.
But the doctor said
it's spread too much,
-and they couldn't take it out.
-[SCOFFS]
Well, that's exactly
what they told Jenna's mom,
and she ain't dead yet.
Did you find out
how much it was?
Not exactly, but, um,
they said
anywhere up to like...
$250,000.
[SCOFFS SOFTLY]
I know.
Where are we going
to get that kind of money?
I don't know. I...
I don't know.
We gotta figure it out,
because we're all he's got.
And we got to
take care of him.
I know that. I'm just...
Um, maybe we should
listen to the doctor.
He doesn't have
much time left.
And what? Write him
a fucking bucket list?
Raise money so he can
fucking skydive
over the Grand Canyon?
Huh?
What if that's
the only choice we got?
I'm not giving up on him.
And you promised
to take care of us.
You remember that?
Yeah, I do.
I'm just... I'm just trying
to make the right decision.
I don't have
that kind of money.
I'm barely making it
month by month.
We just got
the new trucks.
I'm maxed out financially.
What do you
want me to do?
I don't know.
How about the bank?
Yeah. We're going there
this afternoon.
Just need more options.
Oh, I'm sure they'll help.
Do you need some time off?
No, I don't need time off.
I need to make
some goddamn money, James.
I mean, no long hauls.
But I have to work.
I understand.
How about the Houston run?
Would that work for you
for a while?
Yeah, that's a start.
-[SIGHS]
-He'll be all right,
you'll see.
Yeah? How do you know?
It's a lot of money.
Yeah.
BEE: Fucking assholes.
$2,000 in credit.
Are you fucking kidding me?
What are you yelling at me for?
I wasn't the one in there.
My mom better help.
I know she can
sell that house.
-Fuck's sake...
-No, don't, Jimmy.
SUE: This is
too much, darling.
Well, you must have been
cooking all day.
Almost.
-Oh.
-Whoa! Hmm.
-Dean, would you like a beer?
-I would. Damn nice.
BEE: Okay.
Hey, Mom, Dean.
Uh, we've got something
we need to talk to you about.
You're not divorcing,
are you?
No, we're not
divorcing, Sue.
-SUE: Oh.
-Jack is sick, Mom.
Sick? How?
Sick like he's got
a tumor in his brain.
[GASPS]
Look, we found a treatment
in Boston, okay?
And they got
real good doctors.
And they can give Jack
a real good chance.
But we're not covered.
And it's expensive.
So we're maybe hoping
that y'all can help out.
With money?
Yes, Dean.
Money would be helpful
in our situation.
Better than a hug.
So the cancer
doesn't spread anymore.
Well... how much is it?
$50,000 to start.
Oh.
You know we don't have
that kind of money.
What about Grandpa's house?
-Hon, we can't get rid
of that damn house.
-Mm-mm.
There's more debt
than money in it.
You fucking owe me, Mom.
You know that.
Hey, don't you talk
to your mama that way.
Like what, Dean?
Don't tell me how
to talk to my mama.
You know what?
Just get the fuck
-out of my house.
-Bee, Bee.
Thank you for dinner.
Come on.
Shit.
[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]
[SIGHS]
$73.
Thanks, Dean.
[SCOFFS] Are you
fucking kidding me?
Well, at least we know
they're not coming back
anytime soon.
So what?
You know, I'm trying
my hardest here,
and I mean,
what the fuck are you doing?
What are you talking about?
-I mean, does he
even matter to you?
-Don't fucking say that.
Well, then,
man the fuck up, Jim.
What do you want me to do?
Go steal my mother's
welfare checks?
How is that going
to help anything?
Bee.
No. You know what?
You stay here
and you take care of Jack.
Oh, what, you angry?
Good.
[CELL PHONE VIBRATING]
Dad? Dad?
-Mm.
-Your phone. Your phone.
[PHONE CONTINUES TO VIBRATE]
Yeah?
[STAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY
OVER PHONE]
What?
[CAR DOOR DINGING]
Hey, Jim,
top floor, brother.
All right,
take care of Jack.
-What, he's in here?
-Take care of Jack.
[COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING]
Get up and let's go.
Come on.
Jack's in the car.
What the fuck, man?
She's my wife.
She's my fucking wife!
How much did you make?
I need some extra cash.
Can you hook me up?
Shit, I mean,
I got a little bit,
but I spend that shit
as soon as I get it,
you know that.
Can you set up a meeting
with people
needing transportation?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I know some people.
They are not
nice people though, brother.
-Bee is not gonna like that.
-I don't care, man.
I don't care.
What's going on, bro?
Bee's off the hook
out there in the club.
-You can't be letting her
go out there like...
-Jack is sick.
What?
He's got cancer.
She's just trying
to make some money,
trying to help him out.
[EXHALES HEAVILY]
How bad is he?
It's pretty bad.
Oh, shit, bro.
Oh... fuck.
I'm sorry, brother.
Finally invited me out here,
and it's for this.
Oh, shit.
STAN: [OVER PHONE]
You're gonna meet a guy
with a red truck, all right?
JIM: Okay.
He's going to take you
to a meeting.
You just let the other guys
do their thing,
and you go on with them.
Cover your eyes.
You can go ahead
and take it off.
-I'm Jim.
-I know who you are.
Have a seat.
So, what are you
doing here?
You didn't talk
to my brother? Stan?
He tell you
what we do here?
No.
But you have
a pretty good idea, right?
Yup, I do.
I'll cross whatever
over the checkpoint.
So here's how it is.
You know what
happens to you
if you fuck me over, right?
We come for your kid.
And your wife.
You understand?
That enough information?
Yeah.
All right.
But I want to make
one thing clear, though.
You ever threaten
my family again,
or come close to them,
and I'm gonna
fucking kill you.
That's good to know.
Here's how it works.
We tell you where to stop.
When you do, you walk away
from your truck, you get
a bite to eat maybe,
or you take a piss.
When your truck
is visible again,
that means that we're off.
Maybe you carry.
Maybe you don't.
When you get across
a checkpoint,
we'll send you a message,
tell you where to stop.
You do the whole thing again.
Walk away from your truck,
wait till it's clear.
When you get
back to your truck,
you check the glove
compartment.
Your payment will be in there
with a new phone.
Get rid of the old one.
And don't do
anything else on it.
You keep
the battery charged.
That's it.
Easy-peasy.
-Okay.
-Time to go to work.
Now get the fuck
out of my truck.
What are you carrying?
Uh, just stuff from work.
-From work?
-Yeah, McAllen.
-You got your paperwork?
-Yup, right here.
Right.
Just a second,
hold on.
[DOG WHINES]
Where you going?
I'm gonna go to Houston.
Houston?
What part of Houston?
-Phillipsons, east side.
-East side?
Yeah.
All right. Carry on.
All right.
Yeah. [SIGHS]
[CELL PHONE VIBRATES]
MAN: Got a light?
[LIGHTER CLICKING]
Where you headed?
-Houston.
-Sounds good.
Ain't too far. I'm headed
all the way up to Toronto.
That's a long haul.
What's it like up there?
It seems pretty nice,
the little I've seen.
People seem friendly.
It's a little different,
but kind of the same,
you know?
JIM: Hmm.
Yeah.
What about Houston?
It's Houston.
-Have a good one.
-You, too.
Where'd you get this from?
From James.
-Oh, yeah?
-It's a loan.
Well, you tell him
we'll pay him back.
I did.
[SIGHS]
Where is he?
Sleeping.
He's exhausted.
Been tough on him.
Yeah, I bet.
BEE: Gonna give them a call
and see if we can get
the first flight out tomorrow.
JIM: Yeah?
BEE: Yeah.
I called them and said
we'd figure it out.
And they said once
we did give them a call,
they'd get us in
to see the doctor
right away.
JIM: That's good.
JIM: All right, buddy.
Huh?
Give me a hug, bud.
-[JACK MUTTERS]
-You'll be back soon.
-Okay?
-Mm-hmm.
You be good
to your mom, okay?
JACK: Okay.
[SIGHS]
Take good care of him.
Yeah.
Now, there's food
in the fridge, and try to keep
those plants alive, okay?
-I will.
-Okay.
[CAR ENGINE STARTS]
Dr. Garrett,
this is Beatrice,
Jack's mom.
Okay. Thank you.
-Have a seat.
-Thanks. Nice to meet you.
I really don't like desks
a whole lot,
because I think they kind of
put distance between people.
But it's the situation,
makes it easier, you know,
for us to have a conversation.
And I want you
to feel comfortable.
So tell me,
what's going on?
BEE: Um, well, after
Jack's incident at home,
where he had a seizure,
and then we took him
to the hospital,
um, they ended up telling us
about his condition
and unfortunately, at home,
just our options with insurance
and as far as even getting
the right treatment,
or treatment
I was comfortable with, um,
there just wasn't much
of an option there.
So that's when we started
to look into other things,
and found you guys.
DR. GARRETT:
Well, I'm really glad
you made the trip.
Now, I notice that Jack
didn't come with you today.
Um, how much does Jack know
about what's going on?
BEE: We told him
that we just...
you're going to treat him
for the seizures.
Yeah. I feel like, um,
we just...
I think it would be better
for his mental state
if he didn't know
for the time being.
Anyways, I just I want
him to stay really strong,
and I just feel like
this is the best way.
DR. GARRETT: I want you
to know that you are not
alone in this.
This is a team effort.
It's you, me, and Jack
working together
to beat this, make it happen,
make it go away,
and make him better.
Hey, Dad.
Hey, Jack.
How you doing?
-Good.
-What, are you in
a hotel room?
No. Where are we?
Hospital. Yeah.
We just wanted to check in
and say hi.
Jack's going for his
first treatment tonight,
so...
How do you feel
about that?
I don't know.
It's okay to
be nervous, okay?
BEE: Hmm.
Okay. Well, I'm gonna
go talk to your daddy
for a second, okay?
-Okay.
-Okay. You wanna say bye?
-Bye, Dad.
-Bye.
-Hey.
-Hey.
Um, sorry.
I want to talk to you
about the money.
Are you gonna be able to put
more money in the account?
I thought
we worked that out.
No, it's just,
it's the first installment,
so it looks like we're
probably gonna need, um,
same amount,
I'm guessing.
Yeah, I can put it
in your account tonight.
Okay, good.
And we're going to have
to be here about a month,
they're saying right now,
okay?
Yeah, I figured as much.
I love you.
Yeah, I love you, too.
-Hey.
-[SPEAKS SPANISH]
Yeah. Put in an order.
[SPEAKS SPANISH]
Okay. How much is it?
JIM: Hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey.
You go to the window
and who do you see?
The Swamp Lion.
JIM: He looks weak.
BEE: I know.
I wish you were here.
Yeah. Me, too.
JIM: I don't know,
I'm just tired.
Tired? There ain't time
to be tired, dummy.
Get up off that bed now!
-Thank you. Thank you.
-WOMAN: Thank you.
[SPEAKS SPANISH]
BEE: Doctor said
his numbers are up.
Treatments cost
more money, so...
-How's it going?
-Good. How are you?
-Good. Where are you
going today, sir?
-Houston.
You don't want to talk about
what's going on over there?
The nurses said I was
really sick with cancer.
I heard them say it
in another room.
They must have been talking
about somebody else, okay?
You're not that sick.
You think if you were that sick,
I'd be over here
and you'd be over there?
You know, I'd be there,
right next to you.
Okay?
I'm not stupid.
They were talking about me.
Jack's not responding
to the treatments.
So he needs new ones,
better ones,
and they're expensive
and we can't afford it.
[STAN CLEARS THROAT]
Fuck. I'm sorry, brother.
I just need to
make more money.
How, uh...
How fast?
Fast.
All right.
I think I know somebody.
You know, they'll take
a little bit of a cut,
but it's doable.
I think he might die.
And I can't breathe
when I'm not working,
I'm not making money,
and I'm not trying to help him.
And it could be
for nothing.
And I haven't seen him.
And I'm just
fucking scared, Stan.
I'm fucking scared.
STAN: All right, brother.
I'm gonna get you
out of here. All right?
Gonna get outta here.
Come on.
Come on.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Hello, ladies.
How you guys doing?
-Hey, mama.
-Hey.
How you doing?
Y'all ever met
my brother before?
-No. Hi.
-Hey, this is Jim.
-Lynette.
-Nice to meet you.
Don't be shy, brother,
you can say it.
At least smile a little bit...
-Hello, Charlie.
-Hi, baby.
How you doing?
Come on, I'm sure
you know my brother.
Yeah, I know your brother.
Come on.
STAN: Bye, ladies.
WOMAN: Bye.
CHARLIE:
What are you doing here?
[SIGHS] Well...
we need a little more money.
You okay? What for?
[CLEARS THROAT]
My... My son is sick.
He needs treatment.
CHARLIE:
Is crossing not enough?
No.
STAN: Shit.
CHARLIE: I'm sorry
to hear that.
Can you help?
-I mean, it depends.
-On what?
CHARLIE: If you're willing
to fuck with a boss.
[LAUGHS] Shit.
Are you that dumb?
I think my brother's dumb.
Yeah, I'm pretty fucking stupid.
I'm right here, right?
STAN: This shit runs
the family, baby.
Yeah, all right.
All right,
so how does it work,
or what do we do?
[CHARLIE SIGHS]
Girls.
-WOMAN: Yes?
-Can you get out?
WOMAN: Yeah.
Well... you let me
in your truck,
I skim a little of the stuff
they put in there,
and then I get out
before you deliver.
That's it.
-That's it?
-That's it.
We'll split 50-50.
We got a deal?
Yeah, we got a deal.
Don't fuck it up.
-STAN: Oh,
he will be all right.
-Now get out.
JIM: Yeah, I like you, too.
STAN: [LAUGHS]
I'll be right here.
-Get out!
-STAN: We'll be at
Romeo's later.
-Get out.
-STAN: Oh, shit.
-Cool? That's cool.
Where's your old man?
-Stupid.
-STAN: You need another beer?
-I'm good.
-All right. You want a shot?
-No, I don't need a shot.
Need some elbow courage?
No, we got
plenty of shots. I'm good.
Just leave me alone, man.
-Fuck it.
-[CHARLIE LAUGHS] Fuck it.
Got a cigarette?
That I do.
[CHARLIE SIGHS] Jim.
Charlie...
CHARLIE: You are nothing
like your brother.
No, he talks too much.
Oh, yeah. A lot of bullshit.
Yeah. [LAUGHS]
You're beautiful.
Wow.
Well, now you sound like him.
Sorry.
No, no, no, I like it.
So, Jim...
Yeah, Charlie.
What is it that you want?
You want another drink?
Yeah. Come on.
Let's have another drink.
[CELL PHONE VIBRATING]
[CHARLIE MOANING]
[EXHALES]
-Hello, sir. How you doing?
-Doin' good.
-Where you coming from?
-McAllen.
What d'you got
in the load?
Uh, just stuff from work.
Okay. Where'd you
pick it up from?
-McAllen, at work.
-Okay. You usually
pick it up there?
-Yep.
-You doing all right, sir?
Yeah, I'm doing all right.
Yeah.
Okay. Might we take
a look at your load?
-Yeah. Don't mind.
-Okay.
Just do me a favor.
Just travel to the left
over here and we'll be
with you in a few seconds.
Can you step off
the truck, sir?
All right.
Step over here,
sir, please.
-Oh.
-Yep.
-You all right?
-Yeah. Yeah, man.
My AC broke, you know,
I'm actually sweating
like a pig.
-This is where you usually
pick it up from?
-Yeah, right there.
-Did you load it up yourself?
-No, no.
Somebody else loaded it up.
Same thing every day.
Dogs look kind of agitated.
-Yeah, it might be the heat.
-What was that?
I said maybe
they don't like the heat.
Yeah.
[DOOR CLOSES]
-Right, sir.
You're good to go.
-All right.
-You guys have a good one.
-You, too.
[RATTLING]
[RATTLING CONTINUES]
[DOOR CREAKING]
-Hey!
-Hi.
What the fuck
you doing here?
I...
I got your 12K.
[DOG BARKS]
[DOOR CREAKING]
JIM'S MOTHER:
Hi. Come right in.
So how's my grandson?
You know,
he's hanging in there.
He's all right.
Well, I want to do something,
and I want you to have this.
No, Ma, I don't need
the money, okay?
Yes, you do.
You need the money
for your medicine. I'm not
going to take that, okay?
We're covered.
-Well...
-Hey.
How about I buy your car?
Okay?
Give you a little money,
you can pay for your meds.
-You'll be all right.
-You want my car?
Mm-hmm.
I just need a spare car.
We're driving Jack around
all over the place now.
So...
What do you think?
You get some money.
You're not driving, right?
-No.
-Still running?
Last time I checked,
it was running.
All right.
There you go.
What's really going on here?
Nothing's going on.
I need a spare car
and you need your medicine.
We both win.
-Where are the keys?
-In the drawer.
Hold on one second.
He's coming out.
Okay, come here, slowly.
Let's have a look at you.
Hey, Jack.
How you doing, buddy?
[MONITOR BEEPING]
You look sad.
JM: I'm okay, Jack.
JACK: Can you tell me
the rest of the story?
Yeah.
Yeah. Where were we?
The hot air balloon.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, I remember.
Okay, So...
they're all in the balloon,
flying high up in the sky.
You look and
you see the island.
And you say...
"How do we get in?"
"Get in?"
the hummingbird says.
And then you realize
there's something that the
hummingbird didn't think about.
Before you can say, "No,"
Swamp Lion runs up
all the way to the roof,
puts bombs on there
and he lights the wick
and... [IMITATES FIRE]
Everything's going crazy
in your mind and you say,
"Everybody, get down!"
And all the hummingbirds
fly to the corners
and you look at the Swamp Lion
and you say, "Swamp Lion, why?"
Swamp Lion says,
"Because it's good."
And you say, "No!"
And all of a sudden,
it just explodes!
The roof flies off,
the sun comes down,
blinds your eyes.
You can't really
see that well.
You look around.
And then you see him
lying on the ground,
and he looks at you.
And he gives you
that big smile.
The one that only
the Swamp Lion
can give you.
I'm going to die,
aren't I?
It's okay, Dad.
You and me,
we gotta keep fighting,
okay?
Okay.
Don't tell Mom we...
we talked about this.
Okay.
Sweet dreams.
Sweet dreams, son.
CHARLIE: Hey.
What are you doing here?
I didn't see you
at your house.
You mean
you couldn't get in?
[CHUCKLES]
Something like that.
Come on.
I'm making us
a lot of money.
Your wife must be happy.
It's a bad idea.
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
Hey.
BEE: Hey.
-Can you hear me?
-Yeah. Yeah.
Um, well, it looks like
we're getting to come home
for the weekend.
He's doing better, Jim.
He's been eating.
Numbers are down.
They told us
it'd be good for him
to come home and see you.
He's better?
Yeah, he's doing better.
[SIGHS] Thank you, God.
Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.
[LAUGHS]
So we'll see you soon,
all right?
[SIGHS] All right.
-Hey.
-Yeah.
Love you.
Love you.
It's been fun.
[MACHINE RUNNING]
[VACUUM CLEANER RUNNING]
[HORN HONKING]
Jack!
Hey, Jack.
Hey, buddy.
Hey, buddy.
Let me see that face.
Let me see your face.
There it is.
-JIM: Hey.
-Hi.
I'm glad you're back.
JACK: Hmm.
I love you.
Love you, too.
Doctors are happier
with the way the treatments
are going now. So...
I'm sorry I put you
through all this hell.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
CHARLIE: Jimmy,
I know you're in there.
You better take care of that.
CHARLIE: Jimmy!
-Yeah, I'm just gonna...
-Just deal with it.
-Okay?
-[KNOCKING CONTINUES]
CHARLIE: Hi.
-What are you doing here?
-You're hurting me.
JIM: They're home.
CHARLIE: What?
-[MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY]
-Stop it. All right?
You need to go home.
-Just wanna have
a little bit of fun.
-You need to go home.
They're home.
Yeah. So Charlie go home.
Yeah, Charlie go home.
-Bee, I don't want us to...
-Whatever that was,
it didn't happen.
I don't want to
hear about it.
All right?
All right.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
[EXHALES]
Hey, Bee.
Welcome home.
You know what time it is?
Coffee time?
Can I just borrow Jim
for a bit?
-I just want to talk to him
for a little bit.
-Yeah. Jim.
I need to
talk to you, brother.
Yeah, just let me
get my clothes on.
-Shit.
-Yeah.
That's how I found her
this morning.
Outside the club.
Motherfuckers even left
the trunk open like that.
-What are you gonna do?
-What...
Shit. I don't know.
Came out here
to get your help.
I ain't never done
shit like this before.
The fuck am I gonna do?
-[JIM SIGHS]
-Oh, fuck.
There's someone in that truck.
Don't look. Don't look.
Oh, shit.
Fuck, Jim. What the fuck
we gonna do now?
Oh.
You're gonna get in that car
and you're gonna get rid of her.
We need to make it seem
like none of this happened.
What about you?
I'm going to go to work,
do what I usually do.
I'm going to get
my coffee and my eggs,
and I'm gonna head to Houston.
You...
-Oh, well, you better...
-Just get in the car.
Come on.
All right.
All right, big brother.
[CAR ENGINE STARTS]
I need you to get up
and get dressed.
What's going on?
I need you to get up
and get dressed.
-Jim.
-Come on. Get up now.
Jack?
Jack?
Hey, buddy. I need you
to get up, okay?
I need you to get up
and get dressed.
Get dressed.
[SIGHS] What is going on?
Just listen to me.
This is very serious, okay?
You need to
get out of here now.
I want you to take
the back road
-to the parking garage...
-Okay.
...where we hung out
when we first met.
-You remember?
-Yes.
Okay. Mom's car is
parked on the third floor.
-You got it?
-Okay.
-You got it?
-Yes.
Shit.
Jack...
Okay. Stan's bike
is right out back, okay?
I want you to ride it
to that parking garage
on Second Street,
it's across the river.
You know where it's at?
-Yes.
-This is very important.
I need you to go
through the park.
Okay? You're strong enough?
-Yes.
-Okay.
There's cash under
the mat in the car.
Okay? Both sides.
And don't use credit cards.
You gotta use cash.
There's money
in a PayPal account
under your name.
It's written on a note
under one of the mats
in the car.
-Okay.
-It's written on a note
-under one of the mats
in the car on the left side.
-All right, I got it.
-Okay?
-Okay.
When you get that,
you gotta switch accounts.
Okay?
Open that drawer.
-But...
-The passports
are in that drawer.
BEE: Shit!
You gotta go to Canada,
okay?
BEE: What?
When you get there,
you tell the police you need
protection from the drug lords.
It's all on me.
You tell them that, okay?
Tell the police
to contact the hospital
about his treatment.
BEE: Okay, okay.
Come here.
-You gotta put these on.
-BEE: It's okay.
-Okay, it's okay.
-Here, put them on.
-Okay?
-Here.
There. Listen to Mama.
All right. You gotta
take the red bike.
You, go through the park.
Okay? Go in
opposite directions.
You understand that?
-Yes.
-You understand that?
-Yes.
-Okay.
Okay.
-Come here.
-What about you?
I'm gonna be all right.
I'm going to be safe, okay?
Okay.
Listen. Listen to me, okay?
You guys are
gonna go out first.
And then
I'm gonna go out.
-Okay.
-Okay?
-You be safe.
-Yes.
-Okay? All right.
-Okay.
-Yeah.
-Through the park.
All right, let's go.
-Okay.
-Let's go.
Come on, sweetheart.
I've got you.
[EXHALES HEAVILY]
[STARTS ENGINE]
-[MUSIC PLAYING]
-Hello.
-Hey.
-WAITRESS:
Can I get you something?
-Yeah. Please, thank you.
-Coffee?
Okay.
-Thank you.
Thank you very much.
-Thank you.
-Appreciate it.
-Chorizo?
Please.
[SIGHS]
-[SPANISH SONG PLAYING]
-[SIGHS]
Can I have a strong coffee?
Black.
Gracias.
WAITRESS: Black coffee.
Anything else, sir?
Gracias.
-Anything else?
-[REPLIES IN SPANISH]
How is your coffee?
[CLEARS THROAT]
I'm sorry. What's that?
Your coffee.
How is it?
It's just fine.
Mine's a little thin.
Can I taste yours,
if you don't mind?
It's probably
the same coffee.
[SPEAKS SPANISH]
Maybe yours is stronger?
[GRUNTS]
Same pot. Too thin.
Taste is individual,
I guess.
Yeah?
I don't know. I asked her
for a strong coffee,
and she brings me this.
What does that make her?
She probably prefers it
on the thin side.
But I asked her
for something else.
From my standpoint,
that makes her either
a liar, or stupid.
Am I right?
-Yeah.
-Hmm.
I'm a businessman.
So when I ask
for a strong cup of coffee
and they bring me
this mierda, this shit...
it's bad for business...
and I don't like it.
Okay.
Do you know who I am?
How do you trust a liar?
I can see the white man
in your eyes...
looking for a solution.
White men are always thinking,
always... looking for more,
always wanting more.
It's difficult
to be their friend.
[SIGHS IN EXASPERATION]
White men are like birds,
long necks,
always staring,
figuring things out.
We Mexicans are like dogs.
We bark, fight, fuck.
And we love our family.
Am I right?
I'm not an animal.
I'm just...
I'm just a father.
Bueno.
I like to...
get everything my way,
one way or the other.
Okay? I don't like losses.
So...
we have to find a solution,
so you can
pay back your debt.
I get that.
Bueno.
There are two kinds of debt.
There is the moral debt
of the liar.
It would be bad for morale
if I were to let you
just walk away.
Wouldn't you say,
or do you think that
is just a matter of taste?
Weak. Strong.
No, I don't.
You must love your son
very much.
[SIGHS]
Hello, Jim.
So here's the thing.
Your truck is loaded.
When you get to the border,
they know your truck
is loaded. Okay?
-All right.
-What do you do
when they catch you?
-Nothing.
-I'm right behind you.
You wait for me.
Don't get any ideas.
You do anything,
we come for your family.
Jack, did anyone follow you?
-Mom...
-Anyone follow you?
Okay, okay.
I'm gonna get you in the back.
You lay down, okay?
Cover yourself up, son.
Okay, okay.
Okay.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
Stay down.
JACK: What about Dad?
He's going
to meet us later, okay?
[LINE RINGING]
-STAN: Hello?
-Hey, they got me, man.
-They're gonna pick me up
by the Border Patrol.
-What?
No, no, no. No.
If you let them take you,
you're dead.
You understand?
They're gonna
kill Bee and Jack
if I don't do it.
No. If they wanted
to kill them,
they'd be dead already.
It's suicide now.
Border Patrol
is gonna take you,
and they'll pass by you
with a huge load,
you understand?
You need to stop right now.
How the hell am I gonna stop?
He's right behind me.
Right by the border, brother.
There's cops all over.
They can't touch you
if you stop there.
You just slow the fuck down.
I'll catch up
with you, brother.
I'm in my car.
I'll be there.
Just stay down, okay?
[HORN HONKS]
Okay.
[CAR HONKS]
[TRUCK HONKING]
Keep that blanket
over you, okay?
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
-Where are you, man?
-STAN: Right here.
I see you now.
Right here, man.
I see you now.
What truck's he driving?
It's a Kenworth 0-13.
-It's black.
-All right. Get ready,
pull on over.
Just... come on,
pull on over.
[SIGHS IN RELIEF]
Here he comes.
Come here.
[MOUTHING]
[SIREN BLIPS]
[OVER RADIO]
Can't stay here.
You need to keep moving.
You guys can't park here.
You need to keep moving.
JIM: Yeah. I know,
it just broke down, man.
When are you gonna fix it?
You gotta keep moving.
I'm going to call them
right now.
But there's no pitstop.
Who you gonna call?
I'll be out of here
in ten minutes, man.
[SIREN BLIPS]
[SIREN FADING]
Jack, you can
get up now.
Wait, wait, wait, wait!
Hold on.
Get back down.
[SIREN WAILS]
Can you step out
of the vehicle, sir?
Why was that, Officer?
I didn't do anything wrong.
-Get the fuck off the vehicle.
-Hold on. Come on, man.
-Come here. What're you doing?
-Hurry up!
Hey, fuck, man.
[GRUNTS]
Fuck!
[GRUNTS]
[ENGINE STARTS]
Ah, shit, man.
Shit, you all right?
Hey, hold up, hey!
What, are you just...
gonna leave us
out here like this?
STAN: All right, come here.
Get over here, bud.
Back up a little bit.
Gosh... Yeah. All right.
Get mine...
Ah, damn them
motherfuckers!
Well...
what now, brother?
Huh?
Shit, you got a cigarette?
I got a lighter.
[CHUCKLES] Oh, man.
All right.
You know
I love you, right?
You know
I've always loved you?
Yeah.
Yeah, I have.
You've always been
a pain in my ass.
[CHUCKLES] Yeah, I have.
Always loved you, too, bro.
[GUNSHOT]
[GUNSHOTS]
[THUDS]
All right, you can get up.
We're okay.
[MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]