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(somber music)

(baseball game chatter)

(engine droning)

(body bag scraping ground)

(water splashing)

(screams)

- Kenny Rogers is pitching tonight.

Paper says he's working on a change-up.

- Can't always rely on the heater.

- (chuckles) How about you?

Ribs healed up yet?

You gonna try out for Select this summer?

- I'd like to.

- Coach Roberts says you've got a really good shot

if you can stay healthy.

No more wrestling with your brother, huh?

How are things at home?

- Fine.

- Your mother?

Your brother was in here last week.

- Everybody's good.

- Your father?

- Stepfather!

- Scott, you know you can talk to me, right?

I'm here to help, pal.

(bell rings)

- I gotta go to class.

(door slams)

(birds chirping)

(car door slams)

Where's Tommy?

- Your momma said the school called.

- He asked if I wanted to play ball this summer.

- That's what I hear.

Hear you're a real tough guy.

Come and go where you please, do what you please,

isn't that right?

So are you a ballplayer now?

- No.

- No, what?

- No, sir.

- You're a damned lie.

What did he say about them ribs?

- Nothing.

- Nothing.

You trying to tell me he didn't ask you

how you broke them ribs?

You want me to go in there?

Ask him? - No.

Then you must be a liar then, right?

- I guess.

- You pull that bullshit around me again, boy,

I'll break every bone in your body next time, you got that?

- Yes.

- Yes, what?

- Yes, sir.

- Put your seatbelt on.

(engine starting)

(Jimmy grunting) (blows landing)

(subdued music)

(door slams)

- Scotty, Jesus, your eye.

What did you do?

- Watch your mouth, woman.

- Not in his face, Jimmy.

Come on, please.

I told you not in his face.

- Somebody's gonna get hit in the face.

Who's it gonna be, you?

(spits) Get my stuff.

- What happened to your eye?

- What do you think happened to it?

- It's bad.

- It's not good.

- You're probably gonna have to stay home from school

a few days.

- I don't care.

- Maybe it's time you started caring.

- You think it will matter?

What do you think he'll do to me if I tell?

It'll just get worse.

- Mom said that ...

- Mom's scared!

He chose me.

Read your fucking book.

- You read it.

- Thank you both for coming in.

College is fast approaching, and I think it's time

we had a little talk.

Thomas' test scores are among the highest in his class.

Bright kid, well done.

- That's great-

- Scott, however, his scores are a little low

and quite frankly that's the reason

I've called you in here today to talk to me.

- Those tests don't mean a damned thing.

- Is everything all right at home?

- Home?

- Jimmy.

- No, I wanna know why he'd ask such a question.

- Well, Scott has missed several days of school

this semester and Thomas hasn't missed one.

Unusual.

- Is it?

Maybe he's just fragile.

- Did you say "fragile"?

Hmm, well that would lead me to my next question.

The bruising.

The rib injury.

- Is that a question?

- More of an observation, really.

Do you have an explanation?

- He plays baseball.

- Mrs. Devine, our faculty keeps very thorough notes.

Would you be able to produce doctor's accounts, witnesses?

Anyone that can prove these injuries

are not just good old happenstance?

- How about you just come out and ask the question

you're dancing around?

- Are you abusing your son?

- No!

- As educators, we are required to check on these things.

- What things?

- Physical abuse.

- Two boys dicking around in the backyard?

- Jimmy, please.

- Shut up, Emily.

- Go on.

Make your little phone call.

Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to raise them boys.

Least of all you.

Let's go, Emily, we're leaving.

- I'm sorry.

- Who the fuck cares?

- I thought you'd be happy for me.

- Debate team is for losers.

- It's Honors Society...

- No one came to my game yesterday.

I had to walk home too.

My gear weighs 30 pounds soaking wet.

How did you do?

- Three for four in case you gave a shit.

- You know I do.

(Jimmy walking up)

- Better snatch that up.

- Yes, sir.

(banging door)

- You better get that jealous look off your face, boy

before I knock it off.

Leave old left bench here to his baseball cards.

(subdued music)

(gate creaking)

(cow mooing)

Where's your brother?

- A friend's house, I guess.

- How come you ain't with him?

- They don't like me much.

- Nobody seems to like you very much, do they?

I'll tell you a little something about yourself.

Your mother ever tell you about your daddy?

It's 'cause she don't know who he is, hell, no one does.

You're just kinda left over.

They got a name for boys like you.

Orphan.

- That ain't true.

- The hell it ain't.

You're a stray, a foundling.

Your momma knows it, I damn sure know it.

Now, you know it.

Do me a favor, boy, make yourself useful

and throw that away for me, will you?

(somber music)

(birds chirping)

(fence rattles)

(shoes hitting gravel)

- What's this?

- Ray Roberts, you wanna go?

- Hell yes.

- Give me two extra poles.

- What the hell is all this?

- Scott's coming with us.

- Is he?

- Is that okay?

- He'll only slow us down.

- I know how to fish.

- He can sit in the john boat with me.

- Ain't nobody talking to you, boy.

- You never let me do anything.

- And why do you think that is?

- 'Cause you're an asshole.

- Don't backtalk me boy.

(blow landing)

- I'm leaving, coming?

(engine starts)

(somber music)

(ball hitting bat)

- The son-of-a-bitch is going first round.

- Great balance.

- Scott, this is Edward Martinez,

local area scout for the Yankees.

- Nice to meet you.

- You as well.

It's been a while since I've seen a five-tools guy,

the complete package.

Your fielding skills, throwing ability.

Billy told me you had power, but I had no idea.

- Buddy, I hope you're as interested in playing pro ball

as we are in acquiring you in the upcoming draft.

- Yes, sir, Thank you.

I'll have to talk this over with my parents

if that's all right?

- Of course.

- We'd love to help with that if you think

that might be a good idea.

- Sounds good. Thank you.

- You bet.

- There's good, and then there's great.

Your son is great. He has it all.

Power, speed, the arm, the look

and I'm never wrong about that.

Which is why this is a great number.

- Oh my.

- This is a once in a lifetime opportunity

for your entire family.

- His brother got himself a scholarship to Texas Tech.

You see, he got a brain.

- It's a great accomplishment,

I'm sure you're very proud of him.

But Scott, your son, is an amazing ballplayer

with the opportunity to play baseball at the highest level.

- When does he need to decide?

- Ideally tonight, I can't waste a draft pick on a maybe.

- He's got responsibilities here at home.

- What responsibilities?

- Your momma's been sick.

I've got two jobs.

Cattle I can't sell, and crops I can't grow.

- Jimmy, what if we-

- Who takes care of all that?

Hell, I'm supposed to live off of 75 grand?

- Ultimately, the choice is yours.

- No, it ain't.

- I understand how important family is, I do.

It has to be one or the other.

- What about an education?

- Look, baseball doesn't have to be his life career.

It can be his first career.

When he can no longer play baseball,

you've got your whole life ahead of you.

(Emily sobbing)

- Forget it.

- I wanna play baseball.

- You deaf, boy? I said forget it.

You drink beer now? - A little.

Did you pay for it?

I'll be damned, we just might make a man out of you yet.

(rips paper)

- Fuck you!

- You best get your ass back to bed, boy.

- Tommy's leaving because he hates you.

My mom walks around this house like a ghost

because she's afraid of you.

I'm not gonna stay here and listen to you,

'cause I'm better than you.

- What's going on?

- Get back to bed, Emily.

- Jimmy, calm down-

- Get your ass back to bed!

- Don't speak to her like that.

- Who the hell do you think you are?

- I'm not a child. I'm not afraid of you anymore.

- You fucking people deserve each other.

- Hey, it's okay.

(dramatic music)

(baseball bat landing)

- I can't drink that.

- You can.

When are you leaving?

- In the morning.

- Excited?

- Yeah.

It will be nice to leave this place for a while.

- Sounds nice.

- You should come with me.

- I can't leave her here. You know that.

- When that arm heals up, you keep playing ball. Hear me?

- I will.

- Take dare of ma.

I would, but you know I've gotta go.

- I'll be useful.

- And one more thing.

You've got to learn that fighting back

only makes things worse.

Else you better learn how to shoot, little brother.

- Jesus.

- I made you some lunch.

- I'm not hungry.

- Tommy called.

He's really excited to see you.

- Good for him.

- What's wrong?

- I haven't been able to swing a bat in over a month.

- Well, it's the summer.

You'll have three months to figure it out.

- There you go, making excuses for him again.

- You know, maybe it might be best

if you start thinking about college.

Why don't you let Tommy show you around

while you're up there?

You might like it.

Where are you going?

- To pack.

- You be careful driving with that thing, okay?

- I'll be alright.

Are you sure you can't come with me?

- Tell Tommy to behave

with them pretty blond girls up there.

- I will.

- And you, you be good to yourself, okay?

Come back and see me.

Go on now, get going.

Just call me when you get there, okay?

Tell your brother I love him.

- I will.

(engine starting)

(sobbing)

- I'm glad I'm dying, that way you'll be alone

and the only one you can hurt anymore is you.

♪ Now this here's the story about the Rock Island Line ♪

♪ The Rock Island Line she runs down into New Orleans ♪

♪ There is is a big toll gate down there ♪

(crunching gravel)

♪ When you go through the toll gate ♪

♪ You gotta pay the man on toll ♪

♪ But the train driver he pulled up to the toll gate ♪

♪ The man had a nasty one he had on board he said ♪

♪ I got five duck, I got five ♪

- Conway, right?

- Yes, sir.

- Everything all right?

- I think so.

- So my wife says you don't want to stay

in the little house.

- The trailer is fine.

- Well son, that trailer there is a piece of shit, but...

If that's where you want to stay.

Look, here's your money.

Ain't you gonna count it?

- Nuhh, I trust you.

- All right.

Well, hey the coyotes are getting the slow hens again.

- I got a rifle, I'll lynch it.

- Appreciate it.

Hey, Conway.

Are you thirsty?

- Yeah.

- Finish up, we'll go have a beer.

It's beer-thirty somewhere, huh (chuckles)?

- Sounds good.

- All right, see you in a bit.

♪ You gonna miss me when I'm gone ♪

- So, you've got one of those faces.

So I looked you up after we talked this afternoon.

What is a big league baseball player doing out here

in the middle of hum drum Texas?

- I grew up around here.

- So it's true.

You were pretty good, what happened?

- I got hurt.

Baseball didn't stick, so I came back.

- To my ranch?

- You were hiring.

- That's true.

Your folks, do they live around here?

- Ma died. Cancer.

She left me the house, but I ain't looked into it yet.

- Where's that?

- Down off Perry.

- The Conway tract.

That makes sense now.

You know the county has been after that land

for a long time.

Except some fellow named Devine's

been blocking the sale of it.

You know him?

- Yeah, yeah, I know him.

(engine droning)

- [Voice On Radio] Do you want to minister for God?

Do you want to be used by God in your life?

Then you stick with what's in the book.

Just that. Nothing else.

(engine noise drowning out voice)

'Cause lemme tell you right now.

Four false gospels have been prominent

just in the last 50 years.

Here they come, four false gospels, you'll recognize them.

Number, the relational gospel.

You know the relational gospel,

'cause I'd like to share the relational gospel.

(door slams)

- Scott?

What are you doing here?

- Just passing through.

Thought I'd check up on my house.

- Your house?

- It's mine now. She left it to me in the will.

She still runs?

- Yeah, she's all right.

- Still cheap, huh?

- No, not anymore.

Well, wanna come inside so we can talk?

Please.

- All right.

- Cold beer?

- All right.

When did you get out?

- Two years now.

I've been going to meetings down at the church.

- You ain't seen me in forever,

you're gonna offer me a light beer?

- I'm off the hard stuff.

- Really?

- Come on now, who gets drunk off of light beer?

He's a cop now, full inspector actually.

Married. Got a daughter.

She's five, maybe six.

We don't talk much.

- What about this one?

- She's beautiful.

I miss her every day.

- You got some balls, old man.

You know when I left to find Tommy, he wasn't there.

You know that he lied about going to college

'cause he couldn't fucking stand you?

Did you know that?

- Scotty-

- Don't fucking call me that, old man.

- Tommy never talked to me again.

After your mother died, I got locked up

and that was enough for me to see what I did.

- This was our house.

But it ain't yours no more.

I want you out of here, do you understand me?

- Son, I've, I've got nowhere else to go.

- Thanks for that beer.

Don't let me come back here and find you.

Be a man for once.

- Jesus Christ.

Look at you.

- You got a second?

- Yeah. Come on.

It's been a long time.

When did you get back into town?

- Couple of days.

I've been over at Clauson's.

- Last I heard you tore your rotator.

Lost your contract.

- Last I heard you lied about going to college.

Let your kid brother chase you down to Lubbock

to find you're not there.

- I did what I had to do.

- It was my bicep's tendon.

- Coffee?

Do you want a doughnut?

- I'm good.

- Well, enough chit-chat.

What do you want, Scott?

- You knew he was out?

Yes or no. Did you know they let him out?

- I knew. Yes.

- Why didn't I know?

- Well, how would you?

Shit, after baseball everybody thought you died.

You didn't even make it back for ma's funeral.

- You coulda kept that piece of shit inside.

- It doesn't work that way.

Besides, how were you gonna find out?

- Mom left me the house.

- Really?

- You don't gotta pretend to be surprised.

Did you know that he's living out there again?

- We were kids, Scott.

You don't think I took a beating or two

when you weren't around?

I forgave him.

And so should you.

- Forgive him.

Well, he don't seem to mean much to you now,

and he ain't shit to me.

And you've got some balls talkin' to me about forgiveness,

running off the way you did.

See ya.

- You didn't see her before she died.

You see, you get to come back and bury people.

You ever seen anybody cough up blood?

- Did she say anything about me?

- She always loved you, Scotty.

More than anything.

- That's funny, 'cause what I remember

is her letting him kick the shit out of me to save herself.

- She was terrified.

So you bite your tongue.

Do you understand me?

- The house is mine.

If I go back there and he ain't left, I'm gonna kill him.

- You don't mean that.

- When the fuck did you get so delicate?

See you around, Tommy.

(bag plopping)

That's dogshit, kid.

- Excuse me?

- Your swing. It looks like dogshit.

You're dropping your barrel too soon.

I used to do the same damned thing.

Let me see that bat.

- Thanks for the advice, I guess.

- You're welcome.

You out here by yourself?

- Working on my swing for the fall.

- Babe Ruth?

- Yeah, the tryouts are in a few weeks.

- Well, I guess you better get to work.

- Did you ever play?

- You want some free advice?

Use a bungie cord on that lead arm.

All right?

- Thanks, they pick me every year,

but they never let me play.

- Why the hell not?

- Because I'm too fat,

and I can't catch up with the other kids.

- Who told you that?

- The other players, mostly coach.

- Coach told you that?

- Yeah, my stepdad calls me pudge all the time.

- Well you tell those asshole kids you can be

just as good as they are, maybe better.

And you tie that chord to a tree

and you tug the shit out of that thing,

two or three hours a day, every day, right?

- Is that it?

- It's a start.

Keep coming out here, maybe mix in a salad.

(spits)

- Now you're starting to sound like my stepdad.

- Well, you tell your stepdad that Babe Ruth was a fat fuck

and everybody loves him.

And he'll be remembered long after we're all dead.

Good luck, kid.

- Thanks.

- Keep that barrel up.

- Morning.

- Morning.

Did you get out early?

- I wanted to see her before I head back in.

She's getting so big.

- I appreciate that, I do.

But we talked about this.

Coming home for two hours

when you've already been gone for twenty.

- Scotty came to see me.

- Your brother?

- He found out about pop, went over to the house.

I think they got into some kind of argument.

- What did he say?

- It wasn't what he said. It was his face.

I think he's thinking about doing something stupid.

- What are you gonna do?

- Part of me wants to let him do it.

The other part, the smart part

knows I need to stop him now before things get out of hand.

- Out of hand?

What do you mean out of hand?

- You weren't there all those years.

You didn't see what he did to him.

- Baby, that was a long time ago.

- Yeah, not long enough.

- So what are you gonna do?

- I'm gonna go see him.

- No.

- This doesn't change anything with us, all right?

Pop doesn't get a free pass for what he did, all right?

He's not gonna be in our lives ever, okay?

You've got to trust me on that, all right?

Hey. - Okay.

I love you.

All right?

- I love you.

- Take care of her for me. I'll be back, okay?

(somber music)

- I found some of your old baseball stuff.

I saw you up the road.

Not a lot of cars make it down this far anymore.

Would you like to go through these with me?

- I told you to get the fuck out of here.

- Where am I supposed to go?

- I don't give a shit.

- I can't hold a job.

Everybody in town knows about us.

The way I treated you and your brother.

What I did to your momma.

What am I supposed to do?

- Your hands still work?

'Cause if your hands till work,

you can drag your old ass down to the mill,

where they hire drunks and wifebeaters.

- My hands are clean now.

- You can save that clean shit, I lived with you.

You know, you ruined mom's life.

And you tried to ruin ours.

Tommy's got a wife and kid.

And all that shit that happened here,

it don't happen at his house.

- You saw Tommy?

- Yeah, I saw him.

- Did he ask about me?

- No, he didn't fucking ask about you.

Get the fuck out of my house.

- I drank too much-

(Scott screams)

- I drank too much, all right?

I know that, now you've got to believe me, I know that now.

But I'll go.

You've just got to give me some time.

- Three days.

I'll give you three days for her.

And then you're out of here, do you understand me?

- I can do that if you really want me to go, but,

there's something I need to tell you, son.

I'm real sick.

- Good.

(glass breaks)

You don't deserve this anymore.

Pack your shit and leave.

- You and the old man go toe-to-toe?

- What are you doing out here?

- She's nice. Where did you get her?

- You left her out here, so is it safe to assume

you didn't do anything stupid?

Or should I pat you down?

- You want to try to arrest me?

Give me my fucking gun.

- We need to talk.

- I've got nothing to say to you.

- Don't be a prick. Come on.

- Where are you going?

- Follow me.

Do you miss it?

- Every day.

- I can't imagine.

- Lady Indians, huh?

When did that happen?

- The city merged the school districts a few years back.

Took the baseball team with them.

She was laid up for about six months.

My wife, Margaret,

she cleaned her three times a day towards the end.

- You could have done something about the house.

It looks like shit.

- What am I? Your fucking maid?

- Fuck this place.

It never done nothing for me.

- I know what you want to do. I get it.

- What do you know?

- I know you've got it out for Pop.

And I know you've got a rifle in your truck

with a serial number on it.

And I know that will lead you back to the body.

- You a lawyer now?

- I'm your brother, man.

I've got a wife, kid, job and a career, all right?

As much as I want that son-of-a-bitch gone,

I can't let you go and do what you're thinking of doing.

- What did he go to jail for?

- You know why he went to jail.

- Yeah, I know why he went to jail.

I want to hear you say it.

- What do you want to hear, Scotty? Hmm?

Pop was drunk, again.

Got behind the wheel of that pickup truck

and ran over those two kids.

Killed them.

Or do you want to see pictures?

- I wanna know why you're protecting him.

- I ain't protecting him, I'm protecting you.

What the fuck happened to you after you left?

- I'm gonna kill him.

I gave him three days.

And if he's still in the house, I'm gonna kill him.

I'll shoot him dead right there in that living room.

I mean it.

- And waste what's rest of your life.

- I got nothing left.

I'm more past than future, anyway.

- What if I have to bring you in?

- You better watch yourself, Tommy.

(can clatters)

(light dramatic music)

(somber music)

- What's up, man?

- I don't want no-

- Stay with your fucking problems.

- Hey! Get outta here!

What the fuck was that about?

- It's nothing. Just kids up to no good.

- It's nothing?

You owe them money?

- What do you care?

Is that some shit from prison, or what?

- I said what do you care?

- I don't.

- I've got two more miserable days

to get my stuff and get out.

I don't want to see you coming around here anymore.

Places like this is for losers and old men.

Go on. Get!

(engine starts)

(dramatic music)

- Hey!

- We need to talk.

- What happened?

- He's in some trouble.

- Who? - Pop.

You've gotta give me more than that.

- I followed him tonight.

A couple of a guys looked like they were gonna jump him.

Looked like they were waiting to do it.

- You followed him?

- Just keeping my eye on him.

- Why?

- Fuck, will you just listen for a second.

I think he's into some trouble.

I think these guys took money to do it.

Somebody's after him.

- You mean like a hit?

- Are you gonna help me or not?

- I've got Kay's birthday party in 30 minutes, man.

You want a piece of advice, let it be, all right?

There's no play here.

Don't follow him, you got me?

You wanna get some cake?

- Nuh, I'm good.

- There's more here than just Pop, Scotty.

Get your ass in the car.

The family wants to see you.

Let's go.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Kay ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you. ♪

- Daddy, can I make a wish?

- As long as it's not too expensive.

(partygoers laugh)

(cheering)

Now let's eat this sucker, right? Let's eat.

(Margaret whoops)

(upbeat music)

- Tommy?

- Yeah?

Does your brother want some cake?

Can you, here.

- You hungry?

- No, I'm gonna get out of here.

- Yeah, I'm with you. Let's go get a beer.

- You're not both running out, are you?

- No. - No, it's just me.

Where are you headed?

- Have a few beers maybe down at The Mule.

- Stay?

Please.

- Yeah, stay. Don't be an asshole.

- Shh.

- Come on. Meet the kid.

She wants to meet you, man.

Come hang out with the family.

Just give us an hour, then you can go to the fucking Mule

and do whatever you want there.

(Margaret shushing)

We're gonna have a party.

All right, all right, come on.

(partygoers laughing)

(wowing)

- Tommy, I'm gonna put her down.

Scott, it was very nice to meet you.

Thank you for coming.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Hey, come on. Come on.

- They like you.

Listen, I don't want you following them anymore, okay?

I know what you're up to.

It's a sickness, Scotty.

He's imprinted himself on you.

And now you want him gone so bad you're willing

to do whatever it takes to keep him well

so you can go and have your way.

- You think I'm taking care of Pop?

- You ain't taking care of yourself.

- Well, look at you.

This big brother shit is a little late, don't you think?

I could have used this more when we were kids.

I'm only keeping my eye on Pop

because I want to be the one that pulls that trigger.

Nice party.

Why aren't you in school?

- It's Saturday.

- Did you work on that elbow like I showed you?

- Sort of.

- Sort of?

- My dad wouldn't take me to the hardware store.

He says it's a waste of money.

- He ain't got a job?

- Works at the tire store.

- He got no tubing lying around the shop?

Well, wait here.

- Where are you going?

- Shit, just wait there.

Here. Try this.

- Are you sure?

Thanks.

- How long till tryouts?

- Two weeks.

- All right, we've got two weeks to get it right.

We'll get your elbow straightened out,

then we'll worry about getting

your wrists rolling over, all right?

- Hey Tommy!

(horn honking)

You know I'm out here waiting for you

in the fucking parking lot.

So wrap it up whatever it is you think you're doing

out there and get your fat ass in the god damned truck.

- That's my stepdad, I gotta go.

- He always talk to you that way?

- Pretty much, I gotta go.

Thanks again for the tubing.

- Hey, where'd you say you lived?

In case we want to work over some baseball stuff.

- Off Hamilton, corner house.

(ominous music) (engine droning)

(handbrake cranking)

(door slamming)

- Can I help you?

- How much do those smokes cost you?

- Excuse me?

- I'm asking you how much you paid

for those fucking cigarettes.

- Man, get the fuck out of here!

Hey, man!

- Your boy comes to you, asks for a couple of bucks

for bungee cords, and you tell him no

so you can shovel that shit down your throat.

- What the fuck did you just say to me?

(Mr. Pillar choking)

- Look at me.

Look at me!

You call him fat again or you tell him

that I came to talk to you, and I will fuck you up.

Do you understand?

You got me?

- Yeah.

(engine starting)

- Tommy?

What are you doing here?

- Same as you apparently.

- It's her birthday.

She would love to know that you were here

in that suit.

How's Mags and Kay?

- Margaret. It's Margaret.

You shouldn't be here.

- Listen, Tommy-

- No, you listen, Pop.

Spare me the father of the year routine, okay?

Scotty told me you're into something.

- It's nothing.

- You need to leave town, trust me.

- Son, I'm trying here!

- Oh, you're trying?

Let me explain something to you, Pop.

If those thugs don't get to you, Scotty will.

And I ain't gonna help you.

- Is that what your wife would want?

- Don't.

- Your daughter?

- Don't you pull that fucking shit with me.

Do you understand me?

Let me tell you something, Pop.

Mom is there 'cause you put her there.

Our family is there 'cause you put it there.

You destroyed this family!

Get the fuck out of here. Get the fuck out of here!

Pop, I swear to God, I'll fucking kill you myself.

(somber music)

(engine droning)

(door shutting)

- Shit.

(can clattering)

(brakes screeching)

(dramatic music)

- Yo, James. We just wanna talk.

- What's good?

- He ain't here, man.

Check this way.

(ominous music)

(blow lands)

(gun fires)

(dramatic music)

(blow lands)

- Jesus Christ, what did you do?

Did you drag 'em in here?

- There's another one in the garage.

You know him?

- Yeah, I know him.

The guns, the bat, everything comes with me.

Did you touch anything else in here?

You said a favor.

This is a lot more than a fucking favor, Scotty.

- They got a ride.

- Take it 10 miles south of town.

I got a guy there with a metal shop.

He'll make it disappear.

Scotty, go, now.

- Anything else?

- Anything else? Fuck you!

I'll see you in an hour.

(dramatic music)

- On three, all right?

One, two, three.

- Let's get that other fucker.

Just so you know, this total piece of shit in my unit,

he's gonna have my nuts for this one, okay?

- Understood.

- No, I don't think you do.

You've put me at risk, Scotty.

My job, my wife,

my kid, all of it.

- You made your point.

I'll never ask you for anything again, okay?

- And this thing, these guys, with these guys,

it's not gonna do anything but raise eyebrows

when they come up missing.

And with your priors,

they're gonna throw away the key, brother.

- I'll be long gone before that happens.

- Yeah, where to this time?

Nebraska? North Tower?

- Don't pretend like you know me. You don't.

- I'm going home.

You tell Pop when you see him, he's welcome.

- This doesn't change anything.

- You can't be serious?

You don't see it?

You're just like him.

- I'm still gonna finish what I came here to do.

- Well good luck, asshole.

Do yourself a favor.

File that number off that rifle before you throw it out.

Or better yet, blow your fucking brains out with it

when you're done.

(water trickling) (Tommy sighing)

(coughing)

- You're late.

Oh, my God.

What happened? Are you all right?

- I did something awful bad, Mags.

- Baby, what did you do?

- Scott went to the old house to find Pop, and...

- I thought you said this wasn't gonna happen.

"He's not in our lives ever",

those were your words, not mine.

I thought we said we weren't gonna raise

our child like this.

- She's never gonna know what happened to me as a kid.

She's never gonna grow up around that.

Scott is my brother.

Okay?

Pop is my father. So I have to just-

- Stepfather.

Right?

I mean, isn't that what you always told me that he was?

- Yeah.

- I'm sorry.

Can I, tell me what you did.

(Tommy sobbing)

- Oh, shit. I just need to,

I just need to take a shower.

- Hey.

We're gonna figure this out, okay?

(knocking on door)

- Morning.

- Morning, my ass. It's past noon.

- Shit, I'm sorry.

Who's that?

- That's your replacement, boy.

I want you to pack all your shit, put it in your truck

and get the hell off my property, now!

- Hey, you got any wi-fi in there?

(engine droning)

- Drop that gun.

I mean it, man, drop that fucking gun!

Put it down.

- Old man around?

- Who the hell are you?

- My name is Raymond Fuller.

- Do you know me?

- No. But I know the man who lives here.

I've been waiting a long time

to find the courage to come up here myself.

- You sent those boys up here, didn't you?

- I've never fired a gun before. Never even held one.

- How do you know Jimmy?

- He's the same man that ran my wife off the road.

Killed my two girls.

- How long you been waiting out here?

- All day.

- Go on, get out of here.

He don't live here no more.

- Really?

- That's right. This is my house.

- Since when?

- Since always.

- I don't think that's true.

- I don't give a fuck what you think.

We're done talking.

- Do you know what it's like to bury a child?

See 'em dressed for church only to put them inside a box

and cover 'em with dirt instead.

Stand there, watch as they lower them down

knowing you'll never, ever see them smile again.

Never hear them laugh or cry again.

- You kill him, you'll spend the rest of your life in jail.

- Maybe. Maybe not.

Maybe a judge sees things differently.

Sees this as justice.

(somber music)

- I'll do it.

I'll do it for you.

- Good.

Do it.

- Just keep him there. Okay?

Do me a favor. Don't tell anybody about this.

No family. No cops. Nobody.

I'll call you when I know more.

I'll call you back.

Morris!

- Hey, Tommy.

- Hey, how you doing, bud?

Good to see you. - Good seeing you.

You know Horowitz?

- Yeah, Internal Affairs. We've met.

- Are you in the middle of something?

- No, same old ugly faces.

- Well, we need a few minutes of your time.

- Yeah, yeah. Make yourselves at home, have a seat.

- Not here. Upstairs.

- Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, let's go on up there.

(door opens)

- You know the deal.

Yesterday, you leave the office.

Then what? Where do you go?

- Home. It was a quiet night.

- You went straight home? No stops?

- I got some takeout. Why?

- We pulled your phone records.

- Take a look.

Do you see anything familiar?

- My wife.

Voicemail.

My brother Scott.

- The ballplayer.

- He's retired, right?

- That's right.

- I heard he was really good.

- When did he get back into town?

- Don't know. We don't talk much.

- But you called him. Why?

- Well, he's my brother.

I wanted to see if he wanted to get a beer.

Am I under investigation?

I mean, what is this?

- Ever seen these two men?

- No.

- No?

Here, take a good look.

This guy?

You've never seen either of these two guys?

- I recognize these clowns, yeah.

They come in quite a bit.

What'd they do this time?

- They're dead.

Their bodies were found early this morning.

Jet-Vac worker found the two bodies

washed up outside the mill.

- The mill.

- You father used to work at the mill, didn't he?

- Did you spend time growing up around the mill?

- You had the gate code.

- I worked this beat 10 years.

10 years, just so I could become a detective

and solve murders.

And look at you.

Internal Affairs.

Are you guys happy with yourselves?

Shaking down good cops?

- Are you? A good cop?

- I want a lawyer.

- Are you gonna call your brother?

- I don't understand.

I mean, no, I don't understand.

- They're gonna review my case at the end of the month.

Joe gave me the number to an attorney-

- No, no, no, no. I get that.

Who are these guys that you're talking about?

- Informants of mine.

- Informants?

- Yeah. Informants.

Like, they help me with information-

- Information about what?

- God damned it, Mags, that doesn't matter.

Listen, we need to be careful about what we say to anybody.

- Who am I going to talk to?

- I don't know.

The paper, the press, anyone.

- So what, they lied?

They got locked up? What?

- They're dead, Mags.

- How?

- Scotty.

- So what, he killed them?

Oh, my God.

- They're only asking me questions

because I know who they were.

- Wait, did you,

did you know that Scott did this?

- I can't answer that.

- No, no, no, no, no, no.

You don't get to do that right now.

Did you know that Scott killed those two men?

Yes or no?

- Yes.

- Okay, okay, okay.

So, so we go back and we tell them what you know.

- I can't do that.

- Why not?

- I just can't.

- Tell me why not.

- Because I helped him hide the fucking bodies!

- What the hell do you want?

- Where is he?

- Get the fuck out of my house!

- Margaret, go in the other room.

- Get the fuck out of here, now!

- Margaret!

Get in the other room.

Do you have any idea what you've done?

- Where is he?

- They found the bodies, Scott.

Yeah. Someone called it in.

I'm being investigated for conspiracy.

You could cost me my fucking pension for this.

- How?

- They know you called and I left.

I told you I knew who they were, I told you that.

- Does it change anything?

- Who the fuck are you right now?

"Does it change anything?"

Look around you.

I'm sorry he chose you, man. I am.

And if I could change it I would, brother.

But I can't.

So if you want to kill Pop,

you go find him your fucking self, okay?

- Where is he?

- You didn't get enough as a kid?

It's in the past, Scotty.

This isn't, "Oh, you should have seen me,

"how great I was in the glory days."

Because God forbid you weren't as good

as you thought you were, because I've seen that happen too.

- You better watch yourself, Tommy.

Don't do this.

- You always were the weaker one anyway.

Big, bad Scotty.

- Don't.

Don't.

- Remember this?

(gun clicks) - Get off of him!

(Tommy coughing)

- You want him?

He's in a motel off the 35.

The room is under his fucking name.

- How long is he there?

- Fuck if I know.

- Get the fuck out of my house.

(door slams)

♪ Ever sleep on a lumpy bed ♪

♪ That creaks and moans ♪

- A shot of Jack.

♪ Dirty cover over my eyes ♪

♪ Hold back the dawn ♪

(man laughs)

♪ Half awake I forgot I was sleepin' ♪

- You want some company?

- No, thanks.

- Something wrong?

- No, ma'am.

- Alrighty, then. Suit yourself.

You're not from around here, huh?

- Honey, you're just spinning your wheels with me tonight.

- Well, excuse me.

- Sorry, we're on different waves.

You have a good night, okay?

- What, are you a fag or something?

- No. I just want to drink my beer in peace.

- Then what?

You want somebody to go home with?

- Not tonight.

- Then what?

Hmm?

- I'm leaving here to kill somebody.

- Serious?

- You have a good night, okay?

♪ Following the thirst of the bottle ♪

♪ That destroys the hearts of men ♪

(subdued music)

(drink splashing)

(somber music)

- Do it.

Do it!

For the first time

in your miserable life,

be a man!

You coward. Do it!

You son-of-a-bitch!

- Pack your shit. We're leaving.

- I'm sorry (sniffles).

Scott, I'm sorry. (sobbing)

Oh God, am I sorry.

(somber music)

(door closing)

- Hello?

- You want a beer?

- Sure.

- No, you take that one for the road.

- Did...

Did you do it?

- It's done.

- I wanna see him.

I wanna see the body.

- No.

It's time for you to leave.

- I'm not leaving here until I see his dead body.

You lied to me.

- Yeah, well...

Life's real hard all the way around, ain't it?

- My family can't find justice where they are.

That's my job now.

- You don't find justice, Raymond.

You take it.

- That an invitation?

- It's whatever you want it to be.

Go on.

(door shuts)

(door shuts)

- Scotty?

- We need to talk, Pop.

- What's going on?

- Some things I want to ask you

and I want real answers, no more bullshit from you.

- Listen, Scotty. I- - Why me?

What made me so special?

I mean you beat the hell out of ma.

You took it easy on Tommy.

Why me?

- Son, I need you to try to have a heart about this.

- Mm, no, I need answers.

You told me I was nothing to nobody.

- Son, if I could go back to the day that I met your mother

and just walk away, I would.

I promise.

- You can't go back.

What did I ever do to you?

- I didn't chose you, son.

Look, I was a drunk, you know.

I mean I-

- You were a drunk when you killed those two kids.

Put them in the ground.

- I know that.

- The father of those two kids, he sent men after you,

and I, I took care of them, Pop.

Tommy says I got some kind of disease, like I'm sick.

Like I come back to you

'cause I can't relate to anything else.

But what I'm trying to figure out is,

is all you ever did is beat the hell out of me.

So what am I relating to?

- See, son, you do have a heart-

- No, I don't.

I killed those men because it's gonna be me

that puts you down.

Tommy forgives you.

But you didn't beat him the way you beat me.

And you loved him like a son, didn't you?

- Of course.

I loved both of you- - Don't!

Don't.

- Scotty, please.

(cocks gun) - It's game over, Pop.

- Please, son.

- There's no more Emily,

there's no more Tommy, and there's no more excuses.

Just you and me.

- I'm sorry, Scott, please.

Son, please, I'm sorry.

- Look at me! (gun fires)

(water splashes)

(screams)

(somber music)

(players chattering)

- Hey, how did you know where I live?

- Corner house, right?

- Oh, yeah. That's right.

- Nice place. - Thanks.

I came to tell you I'm leaving.

That first day we met you asked me if I played ball.

Well, I did.

Not as long as I wanted.

People do things, things happen, you know.

- Did you get hurt?

- A long time ago, yeah.

- Why are you telling me all this?

- Maybe I don't want you to turn out the way I did,

do the things I've done.

End up all angry and mad,

and disappointed your whole life.

Keep practicing, all right?

And you don't take shit from nobody.

Not any fucking kids, not your coaches,

not your old man.

You stand up and fight, even when you don't want to.

Nobody else is gonna do that.

You're a good kid.

Keep that elbow up.

- Got your note.

- You didn't bring the beer like I asked.

- Do I need to ask the obvious?

- You don't gotta ask anything you don't want to.

- Humor me.

- It's over.

I can't carry it around anymore.

- So what now?

What's this?

- It's a confession.

For all of it.

- Scotty-

- No, no, shouldn't have dragged you into it.

Just take that where it needs to go, I'd appreciate it.

I woulda done it myself,

but I didn't see them letting me walk out of there.

- Thank you.

- You know, you turned out good.

You really did.

Ma would be real happy with you.

Beautiful family, they love the hell out of you.

You got everything I wish I could have, but I can't.

I'll tell you, I know why,

why you left the way you did, you had to.

You were drowning.

- You know, the way you're talking,

it makes me think I'm never gonna see you again.

- Can I ask you something?

When that letter gets to where it's going,

who are they gonna send after me?

- Hell if I know, brother.

But it ain't going to be good.

- Any chance it's you?

- Not this time.

- You know I hit two home runs off Jamie Lattimere here,

a million years ago.

Took us to regionals.

- I remember.

You know, Pop was at that game.

Scotty.

I love you, brother.

- I know you do.

(somber music)

- [Man On Radio] It is gone! Game over! Series over!

The victors of the 2008 World Champion...

(knocking)

- Margaret?

- Yes.

And you are?

- A colleague of your husband's. Is he around?

- No.

- Any idea where he might be?

- No.

Anything else?

- How much do you know about Jimmy Devine?

- Hey.

Who was that?

- No one.

- No one?

- You lied to me.

- Lied about what?

- Like father, like son.

- Shit.

(subdued music)

(car door shutting)

(somber music)

(keys jangling)

- Tommy, what you doing here?

- I don't know, Pop.

- Scotty?

- Does that help?

- Yeah, it does.

You ever see my hands that steady?

- No one knows you like I do, Pop.

- Do you wanna sit down?

- We found a body bag.

It was full of Scotty's old baseball shit.

Do you know anything about that?

You got anything to say for yourself?

- I saw a doctor.

I've got lung cancer.

He says I have six weeks to live.

- Yeah, well.

- Damn, son.

I was a drunk, you know, I mean-

- Let me ask you a question,

in case I don't ever see you again.

Did you love her?

- Of course. I loved all of you.

- Take care of yourself, Jimmy.

- Tommy, please wait

I love you, son.

♪ The night is my companion ♪

♪ And the highway is my home ♪

(car starts)

♪ Got me seeking for one last beacon ♪

♪ Every single place I roam ♪

♪ They say Jesus was a poor man ♪

♪ I guess I wish I had a little more him in me ♪

♪ Make it easier going on living ♪

♪ Heart ache and misery ♪

♪ Sweet, sweet heart of mine ♪

♪ I'm gonna break again a million times ♪

♪ Is this true or gone ♪

♪ Have you turned to stone ♪

♪ Well I guess I got my bottle ♪

♪ I still hold it all the time ♪

♪ But it keeps me smiling and singing ♪

♪ Helps me fall asleep a little bit better at night ♪

♪ They say life is like a dagger ♪

♪ Backstage is full of parasites ♪

♪ They love you and drain of everything you own ♪

♪ Just to feel better about their life ♪

♪ Sweet, sweet heart of mine ♪

♪ I'm gonna break again a million times ♪

♪ Is this true or gone ♪

♪ Have you turned to stone ♪

♪ Sweet, sweet heart of mine ♪

♪ I'm gonna break again a million times ♪

♪ Is this true or gone ♪

♪ Sweet, sweet love of mine ♪

♪ I'm gonna break again a million times ♪

♪ Is this true or gone ♪

♪ Have you turned to stone ♪