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John! John! John! John!

John! John! John! John! John! John!

John! John!

John! John! John! John!

John!

John!

It's Robbie, actually.

Robbie Katzen. But you can call me Billy if you want. And I'm 20.

20.

So what do you do? You work, you go to school, or what? I go to school.

High school?

College. That's bullshit.

No, that's not bullshit at all.

As a matter of fact, I currently attend the University of Minnesota.

Look, you don't have to bullshit me, you know.

I see guys like you in here all the time.

Minnesota, high school, fake IDs.

You ain't 18.

And you don't have to lie to me.

You're probably going to get some anyway.

I am.

Hey, come on, off the car.

Jesus.

My boyfriend goes to Yale.

I think that is just too cool for school.

Hey, listen.

You know who goes there?

Yale, I mean.

Who? Claire Danes.

Do you know her?

No. Do you think I look like her?

I mean, not the hair, but... Yeah.

Just like her.

I could get used to the way that you talk to me.

I gotta get out of here, you know? I gotta get out of this place, this life.

Where is Yale, anyway?

It's in Connecticut.

That's far enough.

So you want to know how I got it?

What?

The watch you can't take your eyes off.

How'd you get it?

It's okay, you can tell me. I'm studying to be a nurse.

Oh, nurses.

And buckle those pants, cowboy.

Oh, finally.

So, I had this dog, Rennie.

When my parents had a baby, old Rennie got a little jealous, ripped into me,

teeth and claws.

The whole antiseptic hospital drama.

And I knew my old man was going to kill him, so I set Rennie free.

That's just about the kindest thing I have ever heard.

I'm watching him run.

And I look up and see in the window the reflection on my face.

So I figure, why should this goddamn dog get to run free?

Well, I got to walk around looking like this.

Like fucking Quasimodo.

So, I shot him.

In the eye.

Payback.

That's the story of CJ and the dog.

What?

Hey, maybe I could come and visit you sometime, you know, like you promised

year.

Tomorrow? I mean, I hope we could just try it out for a while and see what

happens.

Crush your head.

Crush your head.

Crush your head.

Crush your head.

Hey,

Vipper Faith.

Zipper face.

I can only assume you're referring to me.

What did you say to Denise?

Who? Don't who.

The chick you freaked.

You grab her ass?

I would remember that.

Wouldn't I?

No. I don't believe I did my fine.

Corpulent friend.

Were you sure she did something? She said you... Stop.

Please. You're about to say what you think I did.

I'll deny it. You'll say, why don't we step outside? I'll say, okay.

Men out there, macho around a little bit, then you two will kick my ass. So

don't we just save ourselves a headache and get it on right here.

Besides, anything you may do to my face would be an improvement.

Let the games begin, bitches.

Oh, whoa.

Why don't we just take it easy?

Oh, shit.

CJ.

Thank you.

Why don't we just... Why don't we just pretend this whole thing never happened,

huh?

I mean, you guys... You guys look like you're, you know, cool and, uh... Look,

these guys, after a few brews... I know.

I know. They're, uh... They're jerks.

So, uh... Come on, guys. Let's go.

Let's go. Go, go, go.

Oh. Let's go.

Again. Again.

Really sorry.

thing, except I almost get killed. Christ, I can't leave you two for a

Sorry, Dad.

Hey, listen, there's someone in the shop.

Someone?

Is this sex with someone, or is this another sex?

Shut up.

Now, I hope you two will behave and not be complete slobbering zit factory.

The sex with someone is split?

Huh?

In the car.

Come on, go, go, go.

Go, baby, go. So long, cheesehead.

And good night, Wisconsin.

That was beautiful.

We eastwarded the joint. Those clowns went down like bowling pins, man.

The fact that someone wears Chloe.

So why'd you start the fight?

This time.

Why do you always think it's me, Scott?

Because it always is.

Oh, hey, hey. So, uh, I'm sitting in the bar, and I look out the window. I see

the sob just swaying away like a ship at sea. Now tell me, what set that sob at

rocking? You know, a Yale man doesn't discuss such matters.

Oh, we need details.

Lurid details, Yaley. I have details.

All right, for the first time in my life, I have details.

She pins me against the wall and sticks her tongue halfway down my throat. I

think I'm gonna gag, right? But I fight through it. Very brave of you, my son.

No, without me even having to ask, she drops down to her knees and she... She

starts doing things that I've only seen on the internet, man.

This movie's gonna be a classic, man. A flat -out classic.

The Last Stand of the Three Musketeers.

Uh, two and a half, little brother.

Look, and I don't want to get all felicity all over the place, but I

want to thank you guys.

for bringing me along on your annual pilgrimage to the wonderful land of the

fake IDs.

But I gotta say, CJ, in one of these days... One of these days what?

One of these days you're gonna get us into something.

Scott's not gonna be able to get us out of it.

Never gonna happen.

Not in a million jillion years.

Because Scott... Scotty?

Scottay is the man.

The man with the plan.

Ain't that right, Scooter?

Take it easy.

Hey, I'm easy. I'm just saying. Well, maybe don't say so much, okay?

How come you keep looking?

There's this car that's been behind us the last couple of miles.

So what?

You keep creeping up and backing off, okay? It's weird.

It's big, that car.

I think this may be some of my fans from the bar, huh?

Oh, great.

Just relax, okay? We don't know who they are yet.

Oh, Cadillac. El Dorado, 1957.

Oh, man, so tough.

I love that car.

I love that car more than I love myself.

Car's a goddamn dinosaur.

Yeah, a dinosaur that eats toms for breakfast.

Oh, yeah, it's all coming back to me now.

What? The reason your ass sits in the back.

What the hell are they doing?

Guess they're not fans of mine after all. And I'm guiltless at last.

Adios, catios.

Hey, uh... Look, I gotta take a leak.

Are you kidding?

Dude, I never kid about such matters. Why didn't you go back at the bar?

I was too busy trying not to get killed.

Well, just hold it for a while. I want to put some miles between us and that

bar, so just hold it.

Dude, I have been holding it for a while.

Silently.

Uncomplainingly. Mute like a martyr?

Dude, if you guys don't pull over right now, I'll pee right here.

And let that be on your conscience.

And your upholstery.

Jesus!

Robbie, I believe you wanted to whiz.

Whiz.

So... Tonight, man.

Yeah, I guess this is it, huh?

I guess so.

Is it really gonna do this?

Just get on a tanker.

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow. And do what? Just go up and down the Great Lakes for like three

Sounds really bleak, man.

Nah, not bleak.

Romantic.

Yeah, I'm gonna read a lot of books, man. Hemingway.

Jack London.

Swap lives with the crew.

Write my novel.

Okay, all right. Or maybe I'll just get drunk every night and pass out like my

old man.

Right. Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. That sounds a little more realistic.

You came all the way from Yale just to say goodbye?

That's sort of goodbye.

More to celebrate a rite of passage.

You know, maybe we should... I don't know.

Talk about it.

Talk about what?

You know, what was, what happened.

What do you want me to say?

Do I have to hold up a cue card, man?

You know what I want you to say.

What?

I told you, Scott. I told you it's

too sick.

Holy shit.

Okay, don't panic.

Don't panic. Okay.

All right. Listen to me. Listen to me. Just get up real slow on all fours.

Hey, just keep moving, Cheater. All right.

This should work.

Should?

Boy Scouts.

All right. All right.

Calm.

Easy. Here we go. Here we go. Your man. Here.

All right. Okay.

You're my hero, I swear to God.

Don't get all gay, okay?

miles.

Out of the Minnesota line?

About 90.

You in a hurry?

Sort of.

For what?

Right.

Your future.

Yale.

Skull and bones, all that shit.

I have deep concerns about my future.

You're in high school. You don't have a future yet.

He wasn't talking about his future. He was talking about his virginity. I was

not.

Okay, I was.

My virginity haunts me.

Bullshit. You wear your virginity like a thorny crown.

See, that's one of those things that you always say, and it sounds like it means

something, but it doesn't. Robbie, please stop talking about your

You know what Granddad once said to me? He said, people equate silence with

brilliance, and stillness with depth.

Huh, huh?

That reminds me of what my grandmother used to say.

Tell your grandmother I'll be home just as soon as I get my Johnson out of this

heifer.

And stillness with depth.

Oh, busted.

Media, DUI.

Underage. Shit, we're still going to jail.

No, we're not, Robbie. As long as you don't break into some sobbing

And CJ, just keep your mouth shut. We're not going anywhere but home.

Good evening, officer.

Is there a problem?

There sure is.

Bless you.

The problem is mine.

My cruiser froze to death on me.

If I was in Oshkosh, I'd have backup.

Not out here.

Don't you have a radio or something?

Call for help?

I am the help, this time.

How about a ride? Come on, I'm freezing my stones out here.

Whoa, what a night.

Wind like that, turn your head around.

There's a joint about three miles up the road.

Highway 50, I'll call my brother.

Boy, cold out there.

You can say that again.

Coldest night on record for this time of year, and my cruiser freezes to death

on me.

I gotta be the only cop in the universe still driving an 86 Chevy.

Charlie Harmon.

Oh, Robbie. Robbie Robertson.

Yeah, so... You guys from Minnesota.

Please.

Welcome to Wisconsin.

That's a nice car.

What kind of car is this?

That's a Saab.

Saab 900A.

Isn't she killer?

Yeah.

So what brings you boys to the dairy state?

We're on our high school debate team.

Oh. Yeah, we just got back from the quarterfinals of... The Midwest

Debate off.

Oh.

How'd y 'all do?

Oh, we won.

Yeah, next week, on to the semis.

There you go.

Where did those

come

from?

You guys, have you been drinking?

All right, everybody, knock it off.

Debate off.

Love you.

You guys saved my sorry ass tonight, and I'm off duty, so just relax, all right?

And you, selling out your pals, you little weasel.

Yeah, you little dipstick.

Yeah, nice brother you are. So what did you boys do tonight? Did you go to the

roadhouse?

Hey, how'd you know that?

Son, I too once was underage.

Did you get lucky?

Ah, of course you did.

You can't get lucky at the roadhouse. You might as well snip it off and mail

in.

Well, technically, I got lucky.

Yeah? Yeah. See, I was dancing with this one, and she had a really thick bra

strap, you know, which indicates, you know, pendulousness. Yeah, and her bra,

was black, you know. Oh, and everyone knows what that means, huh?

Bonesville? Exactly. Yeah, that's what I thought, you know.

But, I mean, her breath, it wasn't perfect, but I was willing to make

allowances. And I was just at the city limits when CJ got into a fight in All

Roads to Bonesville.

What was the fight over?

I have a lot of unresolved issues.

Did you fight too?

Only when I'm with CJ.

Yeah, I'm the fighter.

Scott's the lover.

Guy doesn't talk.

He's busy equating silence with brilliance.

You're smart.

Yeah.

What is that, Pez?

I haven't seen one of these since... Well, it's either Pez or junk, Charlie.

Yeah, your call.

What's that smell?

Smells like perfume.

Say, you boys, you ain't kind of, you know, funny, right?

Huh? Fucking hilarious, Chad.

Shit.

You got something there on your nice, clean letter jacket, Scott.

Looks like lipstick.

Lipstick on your lipstick.

Toe the tail on you.

It's ketchup. Okay.

Uh -huh.

Well, we can't have the Yale jacket be smerched.

It looms large in his legend.

My brother? All Ivy League quarterback.

Two years running. Yale.

Oh, great.

Yeah. The guys from the Browns and Bikes are already scouting. And Reebok. Why

don't we just pull over and form a small religion around the guy?

Maybe make him a shrine of ice and call it a night, huh?

Hey, look, all I'm saying is it's more than a letterman's jacket. It's, uh...

No, what would you call it?

Holy Raymond.

Yeah.

Okay. Look, all I'm saying is, my brother's never lost at anything.

Anything.

We call it the streak.

You want to take a ride up there on Cedar, Scott?

I think those guys are back.

Who?

You sure are friendly.

How's the deal with this clown?

These guys friends of yours?

Charlie, are they acting like friends of ours?

You should have slammed on your brakes, taught those fuckers a lesson.

It's nice language, son.

The language comes with faith.

Know what I'm saying?

Sure do.

What comes from the hunt?

You must have some issues your own self, my friend.

I don't have issues.

I don't sit on things that long.

How'd you get yours?

Me and my brother were deer hunters, but we don't use guns.

Bow and arrow.

In the name of the sport.

Juggles how manly.

I hit this deer.

One shot. Clinged through the heart.

I go to gut it.

But the buck has life in him yet.

He swings his antler and at a damn point cuts me right here and just goes... I

knew what the old buck was thinking.

Heart for a heart.

That's a way of things, isn't it?

Yours?

I got this Uncle Jimmy, tripwire vet, crazy dude, nom zombie.

Takes me trout fishing by moonlight.

He says that's the best time.

What the hell do I know?

It's a dumbass that I am, standing too close. Uncle Jimmy casts and hooks me.

Freaking pull away, leaving half my face on the line.

That's the story of me and Uncle Jimmy.

I call it when you wish upon a scar.

Think about a scar.

You shouldn't try to hide it.

You know, wear it like a badge.

That way it takes on a kind of beauty.

Chick stick scars.

You find that to be the case, CJ?

I'm gonna miss you, Chuckster.

But I can't say when.

What the hell are you doing?

Charlie, maybe you should do something being a cop at all.

Oh, man, I'm off duty and way too tired to deal with jokers like this.

Just go around them.

Well, so long, caddy.

Have a nice life.

What do they want?

What do you think they want? They want a drag.

You gonna give them what they want?

See you in the car?

I think I'd like to keep my license.

I told you I'm off duty.

If it was me, I'd kick their ass.

You do what you want.

Go for it!

Hey, you want me to tell?

Why are we following them? I'm not following. I'm losing.

Holy shit, they're killing myself.

Then who are these guys?

Scott, back off!

Scott, we gotta get in that lake! Scott, he's right this time!

Scott!

Jesus! Scott!

That goddamn car, man.

Well, perhaps now is a good time to re -evaluate your over -the -top

and material things.

I gotta hand it to you, Scott.

You're a one -mean mother behind the wheel.

Look what those crackers did to my car.

Touch only, Scott. You don't mess with the caddy.

Sorry.

I tried to call my brother.

The lines are down.

It's a bad storm.

Don't they give you some kind of walkie -talkie thing?

Yeah, right.

We gotta get to a phone.

I'm gonna call Mom and Dad. No, you're not.

Well, then you call them.

I'm sure they'll listen to Mr.

Allstate. Hey, Robbie, Dad can't know about this. That's death. You know that.

Yeah, I know.

Must be tough being a little brother.

Invisible in the light of the hero.

Hey, Charlie, you talk like you know us.

You don't know anything, so enough of the backward psychiatry, okay? It's just

making things worse.

You had to come all the way to Wisconsin to get laid?

They don't have girls back at Yale?

Well, they do.

But they're all kind of Jodie Foster -ish.

And my man Scott, he likes them a little road -tested.

The way you like them, Scott?

A little dusty, a little dirty.

Charlie, what the hell do you care?

Storm took the power.

Everybody out.

Okay, what the hell is it?

Well, it isn't fan mail.

Then?

What then? We'll find who out.

What the hell does that mean?

It means Wisconsin is getting too weird, and I really, really want to go home.

I'm just looking for a ride down the road, and I'm off duty, so I don't make

judgments. What the hell have you boys been up to?

This shit ain't coming off, man.

Did it just get darker?

Okay, let's deal with it, huh?

What did? Who did what and who wrote that note?

The guys in the caddy.

Passed to me.

Okay, so who did what?

CJ.

Well, I did sort of make this one chick leave it in her pants.

What did you do?

Chuckles. I never do anything.

I just said some stuff, and this chick got all geeked. I mean, God, Wisconsin

chicks?

So sensitive.

I tried to have sex with that girl.

Back at the bar?

You know, maybe she has a big, mean boyfriend or something, huh?

Jealousy.

It's a killer.

Oh, God.

Yeah, great. I come to Wisconsin to get laid. I don't get laid, and now I'm

gonna get killed. Just calm down, Robbie.

It's nobody's boyfriend.

This is just random shit.

The note is just a mind game, so just relax, okay?

I told you, I'm gonna get you home.

Okay. Gosh, Scotty.

I wish you were my big brother, too.

Where are we?

At the intersection, take a left.

A couple of miles and I'm out.

Anybody got any breadcrumbs?

What's the deal?

Charlie, that road they're leaving open?

Does that get us anywhere?

Sure.

Deeper into nowhere.

And Scott, I'm off duty and I got a wife waiting. Let's go.

You guys get the feeling they're leading us somewhere?

Scott, given our lack of choice here, I suggest we take what we're given.

Charlie, you're a cop.

What would you do?

Listen to CJ.

Take that road and get us the hell home.

Charlie, let me ask you a question.

Shoot. Why would I want to go where they want me to go?

Woo!

Woo!

Woo!

Got you in a man!

Yeah! Motherfucker.

Did I not tell you? Did I not?

My brother, man, he never loses.

Woo! The streak lands!

Go!

Go!

Go! Go! Go!

Go! Go!

Alright,

now that we've gotten our ya -ya's out, pull over, I'm gonna put a stop to this.

That's right.

Fucking guys.

They're trying to kill us.

Jesus, Scott, they're trying to kill us.

I'm okay, by the way.

Why is this happening to us?

I don't know why this is happening.

I just wanted a ride home.

They want us dead, Scott.

They don't want us dead, Robbie.

Hey, Charlie.

How come you're so hot for me to drag those guys in the caddy, huh?

And why didn't you flash your badge when we were sitting back there?

You wanted to get away from them.

Jesus Christ, Scott.

What are you doing?

Before we picked up Charlie, nobody was trying to run us off the road. Nobody

was scratching this spooky, biblical crap on the windshield.

After we pick him up, it's nothing but the shit.

Sins. Isn't that right, Charlie?

You have a message on the windshield.

I'm not one to judge, Chuck, sir.

But what'd you do?

Hey, whatever it is, you're not dragging us down with you.

No.

You're going back to Yale.

That's right, Charlie.

You're staying here.

Lost your mind?

We can't just leave him here for the catty or the cold.

He's a cop. Jesus Christ, a cop.

He's a flash, Chief.

He's a bad cop.

Whatever bad cop shit he did to those guys is between their ass and his, and

mine. I said we'd give him a ride.

Just a couple more miles.

This is not a democracy.

My young friends, this is something you're going to have to live with.

We all have nights where we're revealed.

This is yours.

Okay.

If I wanted to, I could draw my weapon, commandeer your car, and be down the

road in a second. And the law would be on my side.

In the goddamn car, Robbie. Come on, Robbie. Go, go, go.

Jesus,

they shot him. They killed him, I told you. Oh, shit.

God, we should have let him back in. I know, I know.

We just have to keep going, okay? Get home.

Dude, home is going to fix this, Scott, what we just did.

Listen, guys.

What we did, we had to do.

And now we're just going to have to walk with it.

Dude, I am not walking with it very well.

Look, it was him or us.

I know.

Another guy who they wanted.

We're done. We're done with that caddy.

It's over.

We're not going to say another word about it. We're done talking about it,

right?

I mean, done.

Dude, it is not done, Scott.

We've got to call the police.

He was a cop.

Jesus, Scott, we let it happen. Robbie, do you think those guys in the caddy are

going to go to the police? No.

The police are never going to know anything about us, all right?

Now, I don't know who that guy was or why those guys in the caddy wanted him

dead, but I do know that I'm going back to Yale. If C .J.'s hopping the tanker

tomorrow, I'm taking my little brother home, and we're never going to say

another word about any of this to anyone.

I'll get you home, Robbie.

Everyone in the car thinks the storm did this.

Raise your hand.

Where are they?

Can't go back. We can't go forward.

We could take that road that happens to be right in front of the tree.

They're leading us deeper into nowhere.

I'd rather be led than caught.

This is awfully romantic.

I know what I'm doing.

Wait the bastards out.

Hey, kill the engine. You can see our exhaust.

What do they want? They got Charlie.

Witnesses.

They got to get rid of the witness.

It has to be a witness.

Nobody ever does.

And I wonder what Charlie did.

Whatever it was.

I hope it was worth it.

Where the hell are we?

Yeah, we're so lost.

There's a map in the glove compartment there.

No, no, no. Come on, come on, come on. Let's see the light. I got at least the

first and two things.

Okay, the things with maps is they only help if you have kind of an idea where

you are.

We have no idea where we are.

Okay, well, look at the map.

Find that really spooky tree we drove past like three times.

And then go left to the rusted tractor.

And then go right to that shack where I'm pretty sure someone was killed.

Will you shut up, man?

They're trying to get us out of here.

Where the hell is a Minnesota line?

We're never getting out of here.

I can't feel my feet.

I can't feel my hands.

Jesus Christ.

Really?

I really don't want to die here.

I mean, I really don't want to die, but really not here. Robbie, will you keep

this shit to yourself?

I was hoping... maybe by the time I graduated, there would be this girl.

Oh, man.

I can almost see her face.

This girl who would love me without me having to say anything.

And her laugh would echo down the hall.

After meth.

I heard people can have this thing happen to them.

A moment that changes their lives forever.

I always hoped I'd have one of those.

So I didn't have to be...

So me.

Nobody wants to be who they are, man.

God, we all have shit inside of us that we wish we didn't.

But we do.

There's nothing we can do about that, and I don't think we can change that

stuff.

So what's the best we can hope for?

Forgiveness.

Well, that doesn't come so easy.

You know what's weird?

Last time we saw that caddy, I think I saw a girl in the back seat.

Really?

But I couldn't see her face so good.

It's well, okay?

You couldn't see her face so well.

God, I hate it when people do that good instead of well. It's like when bad

teachers ask you, is there any questions? It's are there any questions?

fucking hate that.

Look, I've been thinking about that note.

On the windshield?

And Charlie?

And why, after they killed him, are they still trying to kill us?

CJ was right. It's because of my witnesses.

Yeah, I know.

But why haven't they done it already?

No, they could have.

Back there, when we were sitting by the tree.

You know, they seem to be leading us someplace.

Why? To where?

I mean, maybe they keep coming back because they killed the wrong guy.

Robbie, man, you are eating brain.

In that note?

About sins?

You know, maybe it wasn't Charlie's sin they were after.

You know, maybe it was meant for us.

One of us.

Oh, that's right.

Yeah, blame CJ.

The ever -handy Judith.

I called two guys in a bar fat.

They kill you for that?

I don't think so, which brings us back to you, Roberta.

Me? Yeah, maybe while your fat -fannied friend was smoking your bone in the back

room, her gap -toothed old man was plotting your castration.

Then why hasn't he done it already?

You know, I think... I don't know, I think it's something bigger than that.

And Scott, my man...

You're being awfully quiet over there.

How are things in the parking lot with the sexless someone, huh?

Don't worry about it, okay?

Actually, I am starting to worry. Look, CJ, don't shift the heat on me, man.

When the shit tumbles, it's always you in the middle, okay?

Oh, yeah, and you're so innocent.

Mr. Skull and Bones, huh? CJ, you're really starting to get on my fucking

nerves, all right? Oh, I know.

Must be so draining.

Stuck in this car, sitting here all night, staring at this face.

This same old face.

Fuck you, man. God damn you.

What the hell was that?

Grace under pressure.

Did I ask you a personal question?

No.

How'd you get in the car?

The squeaky voice in the backseat asked out of the blue.

Yeah, for all your stories.

If I told you, it'd just be one more.

God damn it!

What's that?

What?

There's something dead under there.

Charlie.

No, man, it can't be he's miles behind is he we've been driving around lost for

an hour There's only one way to find out I'm not a huge

fan of finding out by the way

It's

an animal

It's a cow.

It's a frozen cow.

It's a cow sickle.

How much do you think that thing weighs?

Weighs?

A lot. Why?

Man.

If you had told me this afternoon while I was watching Hitler's henchmen that

I'd be doing this tonight, I'd say, where'd you get the shrooms?

Have you got any more for me?

Come on.

This is genius.

Yeah. We bury old bossy here in a mogul, then we lead those catty sons of

bitches right into her.

All one -ton, frozen, dead -ass rock.

And we...

I'm as good as home.

Now,

it's sort of been going over my top ten things.

Well, please don't feel compelled to share.

One time, I jerked off in the boys' locker room after swim practice.

Oh, come on. When I caught just a little shot of Kim Ward's bees.

Well, I suppose the guys in the caddy could have known that, huh?

No.

But if they catch us, I'm going to sing like a canary.

I made love with Miss Collar.

The English teacher?

Yeah, freshman year.

Details.

She told me to stay after class one night because I didn't understand

phrases.

So I do.

But all I can do is watch her cross and uncross her legs while she's sort of

explaining stuff to me.

And the next thing you know, she's crying.

Crying?

Right there in school?

Yeah, about how loud your life was.

What a jerk her husband is.

And the only way I can figure to make her stop crying is by kissing her.

Well, the next thing you know, I'm laying on her living room floor, staring

the ceiling while she's doing everything.

And all I'm doing is falling in love with her.

Oh, come on, get out. You would have told me.

I'll tell you everything, Scott.

All right.

Let's go get him.

Smoke signals.

How do you spell come and get if you greasy murderous pig bastards?

I think we lost him.

Can we go home now?

Just like that love puppy.

Okay, let's go. Wait, wait, wait.

Let's just reel him in.

Well, can we go now?

Not yet.

Now.

Come on, go, go!

Shit. What?

Which one?

Which one what?

With the cow. Which one with the cow? Which mogul? They all look... Are you

kidding me? I can't tell.

That one.

Are you sure?

No. Yes.

No.

Game over, sons of bitches.

Woo!

Come on, Robbie, let's go!

In the car!

I told you, Robbie.

I'm gonna get you home.

Minnesota, here we come.

What? I saw that girl in the back.

There was no girl.

Yeah, there was. A girl.

She's down there.

In the snow.

She's just going along for the ride, I bet.

No, she's dead.

But the rest of them.

A girl, man. A girl. You talk about sin.

What sin?

She was riding with those goons, okay?

She's probably a stone killer, just like the rest of them.

Jesus, Robbie, you think that all girls are innocent just because they're girls?

Man, this thing is confusing.

Very confusing.

We're overheating.

20 million below and we're... Over -fucking -heating.

What the hell are we going to do?

Pack the radiator with snow.

Roberto, you are a goddamn marvel.

From the depths of the spare fly's genus.

Phoenix from the ashes.

Uh, you lad?

Have earned shotgun status.

Now you are a man, my son.

What's to happen?

Is it?

Backseat back in.

Look, just pull over, okay?

Pull over.

I'm sick of pulling over. Dude, we gotta pull over. Look, it's my car. I know

what you can do. I'm not pulling over. We're going home. Enough of this pulling

over crap.

You can crack your block. I am not pulling over, Robbie. If you crack your

block, the top dies.

And so do we. Is that where you're going with this line of thinking, Roberto?

That's exactly where I'm going.

Pull over. Stop telling me what to do. Oh, and who are you? The car czar? Yeah,

you better ask. Not anymore.

Maybe you'd like to do something about it, huh? Maybe he would.

Maybe he'd like to kick your fucking ass. I would.

Why not?

Oh, well, I think you want to kick his fucking ass. Yeah. Why don't you ask

brother why I want to kick his fucking ass? Okay, now wait and see if you want

to kick his fucking ass. How the fuck do I know? Oh, you know.

You fucking know.

I know what she can do. That's so fucking sick of you, man. You and your

anger and your loser old man and your fucking broken down old woman and your

nowhere fucking future and fuck you. Fuck you and your old man's mind and

fucking sob and your mom's martini and your fucking bula bula future and fuck

you. Fuck you, man.

don't change.

Come on, man. I said I'm sorry.

You say something.

Say something. Don't talk to me.

From now on, you want to say something, you say it to CJ.

So I want to know.

How I got the scar.

This isn't exactly the time. Did I or didn't I make it clear, Scott? You don't

exist. Now, how did you get the scar?

How I got the scar?

There's a spangly tiger that escaped from the zoo. Shut up, man.

Tell me the truth.

We're not talking about this, okay?

Oh, and who are you now? The conversations are?

Shut up because you tell me to?

I always do what you tell me to, Scott.

Robbie, shut up.

Robbie, get in the backseat. Robbie, just disappear in the brilliance of my

-state big brotherness. And just stop being.

Fuck.

I was really fucked.

What? I'm out of Pez.

I need sugar.

Pronto.

Got any wine?

It's in my jacket.

Oh, you duck.

Who's DJ they want?

The whole time!

Dude, back up! It's gonna blow!

Come on, it's gonna blow! Back up!

Peace up, Scott! Come on! Sit free this one time!

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, my God.

CJ.

They killed him.

Oh, Jesus. They killed him.

Oh, Jesus.

Jesus, Jesus.

Shit.

A deer, man.

I killed a deer.

Scott. Robbie.

We just gotta get out of here.

can turn your head around.

Turn your life around.

Change a man.

Like one of you boys changed me.

Meet my brother, Luther.

Look what you did to CJ.

Don't you want to know why?

There is no fucking why, Charlie, and I would give a shit if there was.

You're getting awfully close, son.

Luther?

And I find her at the roadhouse.

Where I figure she's been hooking up with another man.

But it wasn't another man, it was a boy.

Janine!

Charlie, I have something to say. No, you don't.

So I find my little queenie putting on her pretty little panties in the back of

a Saab.

A burgundy Saab.

So before I kill somebody, I gotta make sure

which one of you in that car took my wife.

Took my life from She didn't name names bless a little heart

That's why I got in your car I wanted to watch you boys behind a wheel and

Robbie When I smelled my wife on your brother's jacket

Well game over

Tonight could have been dream come true I just

got an old Mr. Cream Jeans here alone.

Thought I'd done it, too.

But then Zipperface, he goes and puts on the wrong damn jacket at the wrong damn

time. So we had to use him as bait.

Do us a little ice fishing.

And lo and behold, we caught ourselves a couple of Minnesota dickless perch.

Too small to keep.

You know what I'm saying?

You know what I'm saying?

Jesus, son.

What the fuck did I ever do to you?

Take my wife?

Take my life from me?

You took my life.

Now I take yours.

Eye for an eye.

Heart for heart.

Harley! Stop it!

Just stop it!

You shut up. For what?

So what are you gonna do to me that you ain't already done? Get back in the car.

What? What are you gonna do?

You gonna kick the shit out of me again?

You gonna kill me?

After you kill him?

Maybe. Well, aren't you tough?

Get back in the fucking car!

I should have done this on our honeymoon.

We gotta run!

We gotta run!

We gotta run!

I gotta make a turn.

Hang on, I'll be right back.

You alright?

Yeah. Careful.

Float tight.

Eighth grade.

Just, uh... Just wrestling around.

I was, uh... Losing.

To Runty Crockett James.

I mean, I got so mad.

I just started swinging.

I think it was your mom's gardening, huh?

Happened so fast.

I just wanted faith.

The gash was all deep.

Hospital deep.

The blood just kept on coming.

I couldn't even see.

All over Dad's lawn.

It was perfect Japanese grass.

I told everybody it was an accident.

We were riding our bikes.

But it wasn't an accident.

Oh, no. No, it wasn't.

That's William Robbie.

No one's anyone forever, man.

Come on guys.

Let's go home.

Good night, Wisconsin