Original subtitles

♪ MTV ♪

Tommy? How are you?

The world is my oyster, Cami. What can I tell you?

I remember that oyster.

[Nathan] This is a bereavement offer.

What's the catch?

You can't decide that

the accident was our fault.

What if it was your fault?

- [Angela] Where's Victor? - [Nelson] Victor has

asked us to assist in the dissolution of the marriage.

Get to the fucking Bentley.

The Bentley was a gift.

All gifts are your separate property.

[Tommy] The Hermosa Field lease?

They want compensation

for the product they lost.

- Get in line. - They made threats.

- [phone buzzing] - Why is Nathan calling my phone?

- Hey, Nate. - Cooper was attacked last night.

- He's in surgery at General. - Cooper Norris?

- Who are you? - Who are you?

- I'm his sister. - I'm harder to explain.

[cries] Oh, my God!

[breathes heavily] Mom?

Find the fuckers that did this.

♪ Dramatic music ♪

[grunting]

That's what I do to people who hurt my family.

Ah!

I got to get my boy out of here

before somebody kills him.

♪ Somber country music ♪

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♪

[lighter flicks]

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[grunts]

[Tommy] Well, I'll tell you what,

I've seen some terrible ideas in my day.

Why don't you come home, Cooper?

And where would that be, Dad? Where's home for me?

[Ariana] It's the least I can do.

And it will be nice to have some company.

[Tommy] You might get more company than you want, honey.

There's a big bull's-eye on this boy.

I know. I put it there.

- [car door closes] - [engine starts]

Just like Romeo and Juliet.

You remember what happened to them?

I've actually never seen the play.

They died, Beverly.

After they destroyed their own families,

they both committed suicide.

♪ Quiet, contemplative music ♪

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[Cooper grunts]

[grunting]

[door opens]

- Okay. - [groans]

Hola, Lucia.

[Lucia] Hola.

[Ariana] Okay, watch your step.

¿Cómo está mi bebé?

Todo tranquilo. Tomó dos botellas.

Dormido. Todo bien.

- ¿Me das un momento? - [Lucia] Mm-hmm.

Sí, no hay prisa. No tengo nada que hacer.

Está chulo.

Lucia.

[chuckles softly]

[groans, winces]

[panting]

This is your room.

This is the only bed we've got.

Other room has a crib in it.

You might be skinny, but you ain't fitting in that.

I can't take your room.

I sleep most nights on the couch anyways.

I'm gonna make you something to eat.

I-I'm not hungry.

Okay, the one thing you're gonna do while you're here is eat.

♪ Gentle music ♪

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[sighs]

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♪ Gentle music ♪

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♪

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♪ Go on and do the two-step then cowboy boogie ♪

♪ Grab your sweetheart... ♪

[instructor] Keep that pace steady!

Every stroke counts towards your goals.

Remember, you're stronger than you think.

♪ And dip with it ♪

♪ Go and throw down, take a sip with it ♪

♪ Now lean back, put your hips in it... ♪

You should teach a class here, Mama.

Your ass is nicer than the instructor's.

You're so sweet, baby.

♪ To the right, to the right... ♪

I don't know, I mean, that's a pretty round peach.

Bitch!

Excuse me?

Your ass is amazing, I hate you.

Thank you. [Laughs]

I mean, they say if you do what you love,

you'll never work a day in your life.

I'm never working a day in my life no matter what.

My only job is to make my man happy.

Then he will buy me the things that make me happy

and take me to the places that make me happy.

And I will reward him with sex.

That's the way the world works, honey.

Throw in the occasional blowjob?

You got the world by the short and curlies.

- [instructor] Switch stations. - Whew.

If you're on a rower, get to a treadmill.

If you're on a treadmill, get to a rower.

Set your treadmills to three for elevation and seven for speed.

[Angela] Go six and eight. If we wanted to burn calories,

we would jog the fucking neighborhood.

We're here to build butts.

[instructor] All right, ladies. In three...

two... one.

Let's go! Let's go!

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ contemplative music ♪

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- [server] Another round? - Oh, no, thank you, darling.

- [Blanton] You sure? - [chuckles]

Okay, look, we'll go 60-40, 60 your way.

How many wells?

[Blanton] Phase one would be 54.

Uh, the entire field we're thinking 250, 300.

We drilled six exploratory wells, hit on four.

All four producing over 200 barrels.

- What do you need me for? - Well, the banks, Monty.

The fucking private banks won't touch fossil fuels anymore.

Fill their fucking G5s with our product,

but they won't kick over any paper.

How about Lone Star or, uh, uh, Plains Capital?

Nope, no. They want full recourse,

nine percent minimum.

Well, now, Danny, what do you think I'm gonna want?

I'm offering you the upside, Monty.

[inhales] Oh, I don't know.

I got my own fields to drill.

I have 130 wells to work over,

and another 50,000 acres surveyed and ready to go.

All right. I'll go 65.

[clicking teeth]

Give me a minute. [Groans]

♪ I'm drawing blanks in my mind ♪

♪ I indulge in dry wine ♪

♪ Verses jump off my pages all of the time... ♪

[Tommy] I hate flying into Denver anyhow,

'cause, you know, it's so damn bumpy going in there.

I said, "What-What's going on here?"

She said, "It's a medical emergency.

A guy's colostomy bag blew up."

[laughter]

[Tommy] And... [chuckles]

I guess from the pressure or whatever, you know.

I ain't shitting you.

Hey, boys. We eating, drinking, or both?

- Both. - [Ellie] All right.

Now, we're having a special on Bud Light.

I'll bet you are.

Yeah, how's that working out for you, Ellie?

- Like a popcorn fart in church. - Mm-hmm.

Y'all want to help a country girl out?

They match me the price in a bonus.

We're working, Ellie. Just bring us a pitcher of Ultra

and we'll get you on the back end.

I know you will, darling. Y'all want to hear the specials?

Not really.

Chicken fried steaks all the way around.

[Ellie] You want mashed or French fries?

- Both for me. - [Tommy] Both.

Let's just do both all the way around.

Well, I guess we're getting our vitamins

from the creamed gravy today, huh, boys?

[chuckling]

Monty wants the work-over crews started.

You tell him about the fucking smugglers

that rolled up on us?

He's aware, so is the sheriff.

The fuck the sheriff's gonna do?

Nothing.

Just use the crews on the south side of the camp,

if you know what I mean.

You mean the gangsters.

That's exactly what I mean.

Tommy, this job is dangerous enough

without getting fucking shot at.

They're just gonna make threats, trust me.

If that's all they gonna do, then why am I taking gangsters?

Better to have a gun and not have to use it, Boss.

[phone buzzing]

Speak of the devil.

That ain't the devil, that's Satan.

If he's Satan, you know what that makes us.

- [Ellie] Here you go, baby. - Oh, thank you.

Mmm.

What?

What, what?

Well, if he's Satan,

what does that make us?

[sighs]

Demons.

Yes, sir?

[Monty over phone] Diamond wants to do a farm-out

on a drill to earn.

At what?

Sixty-forty.

[Tommy] Where?

All along the Val Verde Basin.

That's so covered up with smugglers,

you leave a truck there overnight,

the son of a bitch is gone the next morning.

I'm-a have to perimeter fence the site,

I'm gonna have to get security,

take the price up per hole about 750.

And that's a big risk down south.

You don't just stab the ground and it shoots up.

You got to find the pockets.

They hit on four of their six exploratory wells.

Am I building roads?

Don't know.

How many?

Fifty-four.

[sighs]

I'm-a have to bring on another eight crews. Your split sucks.

Well, I'll work on the split.

Are we gonna hold off on the sage flats?

Nope. Those are going, too.

That's a lot of unhappy drug dealers in that field.

I'm gonna need help with that.

I told you, I'm working on it.

All right, I appreciate it.

Listen, if you close this deal,

I'm gonna need surveys, I'm gonna need seismographs,

I'm gonna need geothermal.

Yep, yep. You'll have all of it.

What bank?

I need to know how big the microscope

up my ass is gonna be.

No bank.

I thought we don't do that anymore.

The stars aligned. We're pushing the chips toward the middle.

You're pushing 300 million chips in the middle, Monty.

Well, they're my chips, aren't they, Tommy?

I get 100% until I recoup.

70% for 12 months after that, 65% in perpetuity.

What am I, Monty, a fucking sucker?

No, what you are is an over-leveraged LLC

without enough credit to pull the loan.

And you're too greedy to offer any collateral

or risk any of your profits.

So you want no recourse? This is the price.

Or... fuck you.

Go on over to TPG or Fortress

and watch the master class they're giving

on getting fucked.

[scoffs]

All right, you got yourself a deal.

I'll have a contract on your desk by the end of the week.

♪ Dramatic music ♪

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♪ "Hillbilly Hippie" by Lainey Wilson ♪

♪ F-250 with a daisy on the dash ♪

♪ "God, guns, country" bumper sticker on the back ♪

♪ Throwback bell ringing britches ♪

♪ Fit like a Friday night... ♪

Weren't you supposed to start school this week?

I was, but I decided to wait a week

and build the anticipation.

You want to go school shopping?

In Midland?

[Angela sighs]

No, we'd have to go to Dallas or New York.

We don't have the jet anymore.

[sighs] I know, baby.

Divorce doesn't just affect the couple,

it affects the whole family. I'm sorry.

[Ainsley] What is that?

[Angela] That's where you end up if your children don't love you.

So, what, they-they just sit there and wait to die?

Pretty much.

That's so sad.

♪ Hillbilly hippie... ♪

We could go visit them.

And do what?

Well, we could go to CVS and get some games,

we could get some snacks.

I wouldn't know what to say to them.

Honey, they wouldn't care what you say.

They just care that you're saying it.

Okay, let's do it.

♪ All day long ♪

♪ All day, all day long ♪

[Angela] So, you're 91?

[Bob] 91.

[Angela] That's pretty fucking old, Bob.

Pecker still works.

That was my next question.

[Bob] Well, I'm not exactly in control of when it works...

- [Angela] Mm-hmm. - but the son of a bitch

still works.

So, walk me through a day in the life of this place.

I mean, what's the deal?

Well, breakfast at 6:30,

then they move us in here.

Nap till 10:30,

then lunch at noon.

Mm-hmm.

[Bob] Then back in here till 2:30,

then nap till 3:30,

then they move us back in here.

Then at 6:30, we have supper.

We watch Jeopardy! at 7,

then eight o'clock is bedtime.

Any activities?

What kind of activities you see me doing

in this goddamn wheelchair?

Y'all can play cards.

Nobody can remember the rules.

That's beautiful.

It's shit.

[Ainsley] No, it's... it's really beautiful.

Why a crow?

Like, where did you, you know, get the inspiration?

'Cause it's sitting

- in the fucking yard. - [crow caws]

Oh.

Right.

You know your problem, old man?

You're pissed off. I mean, all of you are.

And I get it. Shit, I'd be pissed off too

if I was stuck in this place, nothing to do.

I know what you people need.

- What's that? - I'll be right back.

♪ "Spirit in the Sky" by Norman Greenbaum ♪

Right back, honey.

♪

♪ When I die and they lay me to rest ♪

♪ Gonna go to the place that's the best ♪

♪ When I lay me down to die, going up... ♪

What can I get for you, ma'am?

Gallon of Tito's, margarita mix,

12-pack of ranch waters.

What kind of hard seltzers you got?

- ♪ Spirit in the sky. - ♪ Spirit in the sky ♪

♪ That's where I'm gonna go when I die ♪

♪ When I die ♪

♪ When I die and they lay me to rest ♪

♪ I'm gonna go to the place that's the best ♪

[lively chatter and laughter]

- Oh, here we go. - [cheering]

[laughter]

[Angela] All right, here we go.

"A recent laboratory study shows that

undergraduates have 50% less sex

after being exposed to..."

♪ So you know that when you die ♪

♪ He's gonna recommend you... ♪

[laughs]

♪ Spirit in the sky ♪

♪ Whoa, he'll recommend you ♪

♪ To the spirit in the sky... ♪

[laughs]

"Big Bird's brown crusty asshole."

[laughing] That was mine.

You're not supposed to say that, Bev.

I'm supposed to try and guess. But now I know

how your mind works, and you are one twisted bitch, Bev.

That's my winner. Everybody drink up,

except Beverly.

I was already drinking.

You got to pace yourself, Bob.

We don't want that pecker waking up.

I'm sorry, who are you?

You are sorry. I mean, look at this place.

Would you want to live out your last years here?

They can't drink alcohol.

You can't get further from 21 than this crowd.

Most of them are... All of them are on medication.

What's the worst that could happen?

They could die.

That's what they were sent here to do,

and until that happens, they are still adults,

and they can make their own decisions.

Right, Ethel?

You bet your ass.

[Margaret] They sure can, but right now,

it's time for their afternoon nap.

[snoring]

Well, look at that, mission accomplished.

Don't throw these games out.

Let them have a little fucking fun.

A little music and a little fucking fun.

Not too much to ask.

♪ When I die ♪

♪ He's gonna set me up... ♪

Bye.

They were so sweet. Not Ethel.

[sighs] Poor old birds.

No one to give two shits about them.

[Margaret] Excuse me.

This bitch.

They want to know what time tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

What time are you coming back? [sighs]

I don't want to hear any shit about how I entertain them.

Hey, whatever you did, keep doing it.

That's the first time I've seen Ethel smile.

See you at 11.

They're still in their morning nap.

Fuck their nap. It's all they do.

See you at 11.

I'll tell them.

- Mama? - Mm?

I think you found your calling.

♪ Optimistic music ♪

♪ exciting music ♪

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♪

[chain rattling]

[whirring]

♪

We need more than this clown

in the rent-a-cop suit

watching this fucking place.

I mean, no telling what they're gonna do

with all this shit when we're gone.

We ain't going anywhere till this work-over's done.

We swap crews and don't fucking stop.

♪ Tense music ♪

Oh, here comes the fun.

Yep.

♪

The big man said you don't drill till we're paid back.

You think your boss is the big man?

You don't have any fucking idea who the big man is.

But you're getting close to meeting him.

Hey, flaco with the big fucking mouth,

I know a good way to shut it.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

You want some, motherfuckers?!

Huh?!

I'm just gonna guess you don't do a lot of math.

See how well that went?

[vehicle doors closing]

Well, you know half these sons of bitches

sell drugs for 'em, right?

Take it one day at a time, Dale.

- One day at a time. - Yeah.

All right, y'all put that shit away and get back to work.

This rig ain't gonna build itself.

Coward.

See what that old boy did?

He walked to the back of the fucking truck.

You got to get me some real help out here, Tommy.

Some real fucking help.

Yes, I'm working on it, all right?

Goddamn!

♪ Dramatic music ♪

♪

[engine starts]

[phone buzzing]

Hey, baby.

[Angela] What are you doing?

Working. Where are you?

I'm at the Patch.

It's happy hour.

[sighs]

Come entertain me.

Well, where's Ainsley?

She's out with friends.

When did she make friends?

Honey, when you look like Ainsley,

you just step outside, and they swarm you like bees.

Don't get drunk, okay?

Hmm.

Well, you better come save me.

I'm on my way.

♪ "She's No Good" by The Red Clay Strays ♪

[lively chatter]

♪ I was minding my own and I was sitting alone ♪

♪ When trouble come walking towards me... ♪

[Ellie] She's in the back.

In the back?

Pool tables.

Fuck.

♪ She had every man's attention ♪

♪ With all the wrong intentions ♪

♪ You could tell by her mischievous grin... ♪

Don't miss.

You know that's fucking cheating.

It's only cheating if I touch the table.

Right now,

it's just evil.

[sighs]

Fuck.

You got to put a little backspin on it.

Uh-huh.

Eight ball in the corner.

- Who's next? - What in the fuck are you doing?

They were gonna lose to somebody.

She with you, Tommy?

Bonner, this is my ex-wife.

I'm his current wife.

We've reconciled.

[Bonner] Man, you need to keep her on a leash.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Mm. That's a thought.

[laughs]

Come on. Let me buy you a drink.

Okay.

Like you need another fucking drink.

♪ She comes from silver spoon ♪

♪ Golden rule, private school... ♪

[Angela] They were so cute,

with their big old smiles on their little raisin faces.

♪ And I come from blue collar, low dollar... ♪

I think I'm gonna start volunteering after the gym.

What?

Don't get too attached, Angela.

Every one of 'em's gonna die.

Soon.

That's why they're there.

No, they're there because their children

are little pieces of shit that don't care about them.

Well, maybe they can't afford to.

Well, maybe they're not trying hard enough.

Look, I ain't gonna sit here and argue with you about

the children of some fucking old people I never met, okay?

Well, then just admit that I'm right.

- [scoffs] - [chuckles] What the fuck?

Okay. You're right.

- Was that so hard? - [Tommy laughs]

[Angela laughs]

Well, it ain't gonna happen to us

because I'll be dead 20 years before you will be.

Don't say that.

Well, hell, it's true.

If I don't just drop dead,

you're gonna end up fucking

pushing me around in a wheelchair

and wiping my ass and feeding me tapioca.

- And then wiping my ass again. - I'm not doing that.

And then wishing I was dead.

I don't wish that.

- Really? - I mean,

I wish it all the time, but I don't mean it.

I just want you to experience

the pain of death for upsetting me.

[laughs]

You're twisted in the fucking head, baby.

You love it.

- [laughs] - It has its moments.

♪

♪ All right, all right ♪

♪ All right ♪

♪ "Keep Up with Jones" by Lainey Wilson ♪

Pull!

♪

[lively chatter]

♪ Last night, I felt like a two-dollar pistol ♪

♪ This morning, I feel like I got shot ♪

That's Dakota Loving's ex.

I met him at Nike camp.

- What a fucking asshole. - [Cash scoffs]

Who's that?

That's Ryder Sampson.

Good name.

He's the quarterback.

All State. Full ride to Tech.

That's where I'm going.

[Shelby giggles]

Does he have a girlfriend?

He's pretty tricky to pin down, that one.

I love a challenge.

[both laugh]

I'll be back. 'Kay?

Damn. She's killing me.

All right, boys, I'm going in.

Ah, girl like that don't date linebackers, amigo.

They date quarterbacks.

- [laughter] - [Cash] Damn.

[music continues faintly]

I feel like youse too good for that lukewarm keg beer.

Come with me.

Come with you where?

To get you a proper beer.

Let me guess.

This proper beer

is in the back seat of your truck.

My truck don't got a back seat.

Come on.

♪ Lead me to a neon sign and the race is on ♪

♪ I been known to play possum ♪

♪ On a barstool sitting jukebox ♪

♪ Gold and the whole room spinning ♪

♪ Living in the middle of a country and western song... ♪

Cute koozie.

That's a nice touch.

Thank you.

That's a proper beer.

You're Ainsley Norris.

You're Ryder Sampson.

What are you doing here?

I transferred.

My parents are here.

Hmm.

Gonna play at Tech?

That's where I'm going.

You gonna cheer?

Most schools have a policy

against cheerleaders

dating football players,

and I have a policy against dating boys

who don't play football, so...

You got that player picked out?

Not yet.

I'd sure like to throw my hat in the ring.

Yeah, I hear your hat's in a lot of rings.

Ah, don't listen to rumors.

Mm.

You declare a major yet?

I'm thinking philanthropy.

Is that a...?

[laughs] I'm...

I'm not sure you can get a degree in that.

Sure you can.

I think you can.

All right, why philanthropy?

Because my husband is gonna play quarterback in the NFL.

He would be a Dallas Cowboy in a perfect world, but...

a girl can't plan her life around a dream.

She needs her goals to be realistic.

I could end up in Cleveland,

and I'm okay with that, but...

my husband's gonna make a lot of money

that has to be sheltered from taxes,

and a foundation is the best way to do that.

You save, like, a portion of your income

to give to the needy 'cause the government

is so shitty at it,

and then they give you a tax rebate.

That's really beautiful.

And so are you.

But you already know that, now don't you?

[laughs]

Are you gonna play in the NFL?

You bet your ass I am.

♪ Slow, somber music ♪

♪

[groans softly]

[exhales]

[grunts softly]

♪ Gentle, atmospheric music ♪

♪

[Cooper] It ain't fair.

Me in the bed, you on the couch.

I'll sleep on top of the covers, you sleep under them.

I'll be a gentleman.

I think I've proved that.

[softly] You've more than proved it.

♪ Slow, somber music ♪

♪

I haven't had a hug since the funeral.

[sniffling]

Don't eat me.

[sniffles]

[Tommy snoring]

Baby.

Honey.

[snoring]

[grunts] She fucked me!

You have two choices.

You can sleep on your stomach and suck on that pillow

like a fucking inmate or you can wear

a mask like Maverick in Top Gun.

I'm not listening to that shit for the next 30 years.

- Was I snoring? - Does a two-headed whore win

the dick sucking contest?

I'll just go sleep on the fucking couch.

You're not going to sleep at all.

You have to go get our baby.

- She not home yet? - No.

[sighs]

- What's her curfew? - She don't have a curfew.

But this is her location.

I mean, she has not moved in 45 minutes.

This girl runs around like a ferret at a fucking party.

What is that?

It's an iTracker.

Does she know you have a GPS locator on her?

Of course she doesn't know.

Honey, this is the first time

she's been out since she's been here.

It's our baby.

Our tiny, little baby.

- Motionless in the desert. - [mutters]

And you're not curious as to why?

Maybe some serial killer drugged her

and is peeling her skin off as we speak,

but you go sleep on the fucking couch,

you snoring, drooling motherfucker.

- Goddamn it. - You do that.

[sighs]

All right, give me your phone.

Why would I do that?

Because I'm not tracking her with mine, that's why.

[sighs]

Don't look at the pictures.

I'd be afraid to, honey.

What's your passcode?

This is taking a lot of trust.

[Tommy] You got that right.

So what's your passcode?

Sixty-four, seventy-six.

How'd you come up with that?

The years we were born, you heartless prick.

Honey, I was born in '63.

Oh, now you're a fucking mathematician.

It's not math, Angela, it's memorization.

- Fuck you. - Fuck you.

[sighs] I'm so worried about her, baby.

Call me when you find her.

If you ever had any doubt that I love you,

the fact that I'm not straddling you right now

and choking the life out of you is proof.

God, I mean, that's so hot.

[mutters] This is never gonna fucking work.

Don't read my texts!

You guys need, like,

Navy SEAL-level training for couples.

They should put you in a pit

and let the two of you fight until one of you dies.

Is that your legal opinion?

No, that one's from the heart.

Where'd you pick one of those up?

♪ Exciting music ♪

♪

[lively chatter]

[Ainsley gasps] My God.

I just want to work at the factory where they made you.

[laughs softly]

Whoa.

I'm marrying an NFL quarterback.

If you can't handle this,

how the hell are you gonna win the Cotton Bowl?

- I can win the Cotton Bowl. - Say it again.

I can win the fucking Cotton Bowl.

That's fucking hot.

[grunts]

- Say you're mine. - I'm yours.

I'm yours. And you're mine.

You are fucking mine. Hmm.

- [Tommy] Wrong! - [groaning]

You're fucking mine.

[coughs, chokes]

Don't that hurt?

I'll bet it don't hurt as bad as this.

[yells, grunts]

Daddy, be careful. He's on scholarship.

No man alive is allowed

to lay on top of my fucking daughter.

I was on top before you got here.

[raspy] Sir, you should consider that.

I don't want to consider it.

And you, go get in the truck. Your Friday night's over.

- Daddy... - Get in the truck!

Okay.

[coughing, choking]

Call me tomorrow.

No, don't you fucking dare call her tomorrow.

[Ryder] Oh... [coughing]

[coughs]

In-in my defense,

she's pretty hard to say no to.

Noted. But I still want to kill you.

- I-I understand that, sir. - Okay.

And I might still fucking kill you.

[exhales] I have no arguments against, sir, I...

No. You don't have any fucking arguments against it.

[Ryder] Except I have no...

You ain't got no fucking argument.

- I just prefer if you didn't. - Shut the fuck up.

I hope you get fucking married one day

and have a daughter who's hotter than a two-dollar Rolex.

♪ Tense, mysterious music ♪

♪

♪ Quiet, gentle music ♪

♪

- [inhales] Can I say something? - No.

- You don't understand... - Yeah. Oh, yeah, I understand.

This is the way you introduce yourself to the town,

by fucking the quarterback in the bed of his truck?

How'd you know he's a quarterback?

Everybody knows he's a quarterback!

God.

He's famous.

You're gonna have to muster some self-control, honey.

I do. I did.

I didn't mean to have sex with him,

I was just gonna jerk him off, that's all

- I was gonna... - [screams] Stop!

Please. For Christ's sakes, honey.

You think I want that in my fucking head?

I am a sexual being, Daddy, okay?

Goddamn it.

Some things can't be controlled.

Oh, oh, oh, yeah. Yeah, you can.

And you should.

And by the way, what kind of guy...

who has any fucking respect for a woman...

tries to fuck her in the first 15 minutes he met her?

Well, how long did you know Mama before you two had sex?

Hmm?

A long time ago, I don't remember.

But I know we dated each other for quite a while

before I did any shit like that...

Yeah, well, Mama said you had her in the back seat of your car

within ten minutes of seeing her.

And if she had known where your car was parked,

it would've cut five minutes off that time.

[lighter opens]

Those things are gonna kill you.

Well, I hope they do it tonight.

Let me tell you something.

When I was a little kid, I wanted a chimpanzee.

You know why I wanted one?

I wanted to dress him up in a little sailor suit,

a little western outfit and shit like you see on TV.

Well, I grew up and realized

that what they really fucking do

is they rip your nuts out

and bite half your fucking face off

and throw shit at you.

Do you know what I mean?

No.

Well...

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In case you haven't figured it out, you're grounded.

What? You can't do that, Daddy.

The age of consent in Texas is 17.

So grounding me violates my constitutional rights.

Listen, fathers and daughters need to live by a code,

so you tell me you're a virgin until the day you die,

and if you ever have kids,

tell me you're artificially inseminated.

And if you can do that for me, I'll pay for college

and your little BMW and the apartment and all that shit.

But, please, give me the illusion.

- So you want me to lie? - With your whole heart.

Well, you should have said that from the beginning.

[laughs]

Oh, by the way?

Your mom has a GPS tracker on your phone.

I know.

I should've moved around more.

But, Daddy...

[laughs] He's so fucking hot.

No, no, no. That's the truth.

He was reading Bible stories and I just got lost in 'em.

- All right. - Mm-hmm.

Good girl.

[chuckles]

I love you, Daddy.

- [door opens] - [sighs]

[door closes]

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[brakes squealing]

[whirring]

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- [doorbell rings] - [dog barks]

[dog barking]

[doorbell rings]

Hold that thought.

[dog barking]

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- [doorbell rings] - [dog barking]

[muffled conversation]

[grunting]

[groans softly]

[exhales sharply]

[Nathan] Ariana, this isn't an attempt to coerce you.

We are trying to help you and your son.

I think it's worth pointing out if you refuse,

we will be forced to withhold payment to the other families.

[Ariana] The other families signed.

[Rebecca] They signed an agreement

that we have yet to sign.

Because we are waiting on you.

[Cooper] Agreement to sign what?

That didn't take long. This is a private matter, sir.

- [sighs] - I'd like him to see it.

Would you look at this for me?

Yeah.

And you are...?

Cooper.

"Cooper."

Cooper Norris?

Yes, ma'am.

We've been looking everywhere for you.

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♪ Why do I do ♪

♪ All of these things I shouldn't do? ♪

♪ Why do I stumble ♪

♪ When I'm somewhere close to you? ♪

♪ If I can't be righteous ♪

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