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A beautiful man. Hopelessly in
love with his mentor, Socrates.

And uniquely, in
all of these dialogs,

Socrates doesn't get the last
word. Alcibiades does. Why?

Because passion,
Plato seems to be saying,

is essentially and
mercilessly human.

And the best that we
can hope to do is to quell it

through relentless discipline.

To Socrates, the healthy life
is comprised of constant focus

by the individual to
excise those forces

that weaken or confuse his
understanding of the world around him.

He implores us to devote
our lives to this kind of control.

Meaning, our every
waking moment.

Socrates recognized what every
philosopher and religion, for that matter

in the history of the world,
from Plato to Aristotle

from Epicurus to the Stoics

from the Judeo-Christians
to the Buddhists

have all observed

which is that the balance
needed for a happy life is illusory.

And as soon as in our
gorgeously flawed human way

we think that we've attained it

we're pretending divinity
and we're gonna crash.

Like Icarus,
flaming into the sea.

So think about that this weekend
when you think you're on top of the world

and then you pour a pitcher
of beer down your throat

and chase that upper classmen
who's out of your league.

Aristotle is next week.
Don't just look at it as words.

Imagine the scene. These were
people. They were alive like you and me.

They thought things.
Breath them into life.

So, I was thinking
about doing this contrast

between dialog and
chorus in Sophocles.

You should read
Nietzsche's Birth of Tragedy.

He says that tragedy
emerges from the clash

between Apollo God
of reason and harmony

and Dionysus,
God of intoxication.

And that their struggle
within our human condition

is inevitable and that
that is what has produced

the most salient form of
art the world's ever known.

Tragedy?

What, you don't think so?

I like comedies. You
wanna see a movie?

No, Miss Greenstein. I'm sorry.

Did you get my note?

I did.

And?

It was very clever
to write it in Latin.

With the repeated use of
the passive periphrastic?

That's quite profligate.

And how I was sending
Cicero with alliterative adjectives

thrusting themselves
into the verbs?

None of this was lost on me.

So?

Miss Greenstein. You
are very, very bright

and very fetching in your way.

But there are certain
rules mores if you will,

lines that we don't cross.

I'm not joking, actually and I'm
gonna ask you in the future to refrain...

No. No! Please don't do that.

I'm going to ask you to open
that door, Miss Greenstein.

Lingua sed torpet,
tenuis sub artis.

Flama deanat sonitu suopte.

Catullus 51, the
Lesbia cycle, yes.

However... Oh,
no-no-no! Absolutely not.

Tintinant aures
gemina et teguntur.

This is, don't, this is not
good for either of us. No!

Oh!

Excuse me! Uh, I'll,
I'll... Uh, Maggie. Maggie!

Please don't go. Miss
Greenstein was just leaving.

Maggie.

Absolutely nothing.

You don't have to say anything.

I would never. She, she,
she went and just wah.

They're all in love with you.

Just like Harvard.

Who told you that?

This is the Classics Department. No
one is more gossipy than you people.

Okay. I am going to
Cambridge in the morning.

It's just a lunch.

I don't want to know.

We don't deal in crystal meth.

We don't deal in cocaine

Not your rock stuff
or your powder.

We don't deal in nothin' you gotta cook up
in a spoon and shoot in through your arm.

Pills? Pharmaceuticals?
Hell no, by and large.

Maybe, well, maybe the Black
Molly's gonna pass through these hands

on its way to somewheres else,
just on the account of the fact

I liked popping 'em in high school.
They helped me get my homework done.

But that's generally
where we draw the line.

No, sir. We're dealing 100
percent pure Oklahoma grown.

Exclusive. Why?

'Cause I ain't gonna
blow my house up

mixing antihistamine
into dynamite.

And spiritually, I don't
cotton to something

that's gotta pass
through a needle.

Chemicals, well, I
just don't like 'em.

Our people was
bootleggers 'fore all this.

It was a backyard
operation. They did it natural.

A little bit more of a
science nowadays.

I will grant you that.

He say you change your
mind, get you up north.

He said Texas?

Texas ain't gonna happen.

Think we don't
wanna sell in Texas?

Kansas, Nebraska, Missouri.

I ain't interested.

He say you better
get interested.

Meanin' what?

Meanin' your choice is
to expand your business

or we shut you down entire.

Then how you
gonna pay your debt?

Well, what happened to Fatback?

Arrested last week.

And the Rawls feller?

Blowed his house up.

That's what I'm talking about.

Well, it's tough times.

Ain't it the truth.

Used to get trip
wires and booby traps,

a good set of dogs, pay off your constable
and just lived out on the property.

Get your little 13-13 fertilizer
and be like growin' soy beans.

Even the War on
Drugs passed us by.

Now they have the War on Terror.

Not that I ain't interested in the
travails of a small-time dealer.

You calling me small time?

We gotta make it to Tulsa.

I was the first grower
to use hydroponics.

What's that?

Germinating the seed
in water, you shithead.

You know how many generations of
hybridization I did to get top varietals?

There is a goddamn
reason I grow the best.

Enough, Brady. What's it
gonna be? Pug wants his money.

Well, if I'd've known
about a time table, we'd...

Shut your face
about a time table.

He's offering you a way out.
You sure as shit better take it.

Or he'll bust open your glory
hole like nobody's business.

We should turn these.

I ain't gonna
manufacture or purvey

anything that I won't ingest
into my own sweet self.

Look you, here. How you gonna
call that a controlled substance?

Well, the government do.

Look at the bud structure on it.

The crystal density?
The smell of them turpins.

You can't synthesize that.

That is nature's delivery
system for goodness.

Distilled into a pure form.

It glides down into your belly
and blooms into a feeling of peace.

In a world beset by evil.

That world is gonna be there, no
matter how much grass you smoke.

Now look here. You wanted to build
the fuckin' Taj Mahal to hydroponics.

Well?

And you done it.

But you know what
you was getting into.

And he sure as
shit ain't going away.

Brady,

My mind's working on it.

Hey ya, Sharon. Where she at?

Oh, she's in her usual spot.

Hi, Joe.

Brady.

Hey, Momma.

Oh, hey.

What you got there?

Oh. It's a new article on Billy
and a few he wrote his self.

Thank you.

You know, I've been thinking.

Maybe, maybe your
daddy wanted to get killed.

Shit.

I got this picture of him

running toward a
machine gun nest

'cause he'd rather die that way

than come back to Little Dixie and
grow old to stare through a window.

Well, seeing how he was on
about every drug imaginable

I wouldn't spend my
time trying to figure out

what was in his head
over 30 years ago.

Do you remember him at all?

I remember smelling weed
for the first time on him.

Well, that's certainly
had its impact.

Daisy, why don't you come home
and live with me and Colleen for a while?

Colleen and me.

What's your version
of proper grammar?

Rhythm, maybe.

Don't duck the question. You're 12
years younger than anyone in here.

This is ridiculous.

I like it here. I can
do what I want.

I'm not eager to get stranded when you get
yourself killed or taken back to prison.

Momma, Colleen's pregnant.

You don't say.

I've been dyin' to tell ya.

Well, I'm happy for you.

You're gonna be a grandma.

Are you gonna be a husband?

I ain't Dad.

Your father was a freaked
out genius who wasted his life.

You coulda done anything.

Got a higher IQ than your
brother and he just passed you by.

I, I ain't, I ain't tryin'
to keep up with Billy.

I ain't him and he ain't me.

Momma, I, I like
who I am just fine.

You think I'll see him
again before I die?

I think it's gonna take one of us dyin'
to get him to come back down here.

Well.

Nice settin' with ya.

Thanks.

Gorgeous.

Oh, this is, uh,
this is wonderful.

I, I, I almost never
eat out in Providence.

You know, now
and then Federal Hill.

But nearly enough.

Your book on Marcus Aurelius
has the community astir.

Oh, thanks.

Which press was that?

Oxford.

They did your translation
of The Menaechmi.

They did. They've been terrific.

Plautus. How do
you find the time?

Well, uh, I don't have a life.

I read some biographical
material on you last week, Bill.

You, uh, you come
from humble beginnings.

I do. Yeah.

Where was it? Omaha?

Oklahoma.

Oh, why don't you, uh, why
don't you have an accent?

With some considerable
effort, I lost it.

And you, your father
was a bootlegger?

It was my grandfather, actually.

Fantastic.

Why fantastic?

I don't know. So many of
us were trained for this life.

Fancy private schools,
parents in academia.

I, I'm always astounded by
those who've made their own way.

Oh, thank you. I, uh, my
family is a bit eccentric.

I found discipline in books.

Well, you're probably wondering
why Dean Sorenson is here.

Bill, we'd like to offer you
a position in the law school.

You can't be serious.

We wanted to incorporate more
philosophy into the curriculum

And when we got
wind of your hesitancy

in transferring up from
Brown and Classics,

we had the idea of letting you create
your own institute for our law students.

I, uh, I don't even know
how to begin to respond.

That is such a
precipitous offer.

Savor it.

Digest it. Moments like
this come too seldom in life.

I, uh, I'll say.

We all want you here, Bill.

You've crafted your
career diligently.

It makes absolute
sense as your next step.

You've a dollop of cioppino.

Honey, that's about
as good as it gets.

Thank you, baby.

Look how sexy you look.

I do not.

You do! How long
the doctor give me?

Wait til I'm done
with the dishes.

Well, push that, damn,
put your metal to burn.

Bring electric.

I'm thuggin' and comin' at ya.

Hello?

Well, can I ask who's calling?

Can I ask what this is about?

Because I'm the girlfriend
he's fixin' to marry is why.

Who is it?

Some fellow named Pug?

Oh, shit. I'll take
it in the back there.

This better not be...
It a man about a truck.

Hey, Brady!

Hey, Pug, how...

You talk to my guys
down there, Brady?

Uh, yes we did.

They told you I
needed an answer.

Yes, sir, they made that
pretty clear. I was hopin' th...

I wanna see you
tomorrow evenin'.

Well, tomorrow
night's gonna be...

You heard me, Brady!

Oh, shit.

Yeah?

Bolger?

Say, Buddy.

Pug just called me.

What, called you his self?

Yeah, he wants us up there.

Well, does he want us
to... No, he wanna see us.

You gonna change your...?

No, I ain't changing
my mind one bit.

I don't like this at all, Brady.

Well, we just goin' have to be ready
to deal then and come what may.

Well, you know me, I'm
gonna be up there with ya.

I'll see ya'.

Hello?

Sorry. Lo... Who?

No, I, uh, hold, hang
on, hang on, hang on.

How did you get this number?

Hi! Did that man
get a hold of you?

He did, yeah.

He said it was an
emergency so I...

You did the right thing. Thanks.

Was there something else?

Is everything all right?

Well, my brother's
been murdered.

Bill, that's awful.

I didn't even know
you had a brother.

How?

He got shot with a crossbow.

I beg your pardon?

They're inexplicably
popular where I come from.

Was it an accident?

No, 'cause then it
wouldn't be a murder.

Oh, I, I don't even know what...
When was the last time you saw him?

Um, it had been a long time.

What will you do?

Well, I suppose I
have to go home.

What brings you to Tulsa?

Pardon? Oh, uh, a family matter.

I was gonna say because,
nobody visits Oklahoma, you know?

It's one of the states where you either
live there, or you got business there.

But you don't see people
coming for the attractions.

Right.

What do you do?

I, uh, I write and
teach. I'm a professor.

Of?

Classical philosophy.

There's not too much use
for that these days. Right?

Humanity hasn't changed
that much, actually.

You have family in Tulsa?

No. No. Idabel.

Little Dixie.

Uh, I hope it's not tragedy
that brings you back.

It, it is somewhat.

I'm sorry.

Thanks.

I'm an orthodontist.

Was.

I mean, will be again.

Have you had work done?

No. No, actually, I haven't.

Well, I can, I can tell.

You got a nice face though.

Thanks.

Ken Feinman.

Bill Kincaid.

You have kids, Bill?

No.

I'm starting out
all over. You know.

People don't realize it,
but it's, it's tough to break in.

You get most of your business
through your kid's school, church,

The synagogue in my case,
you know. But it's tough.

I mean, the cost of a
practice these days is just, uh,

it's downright
humiliating. Honestly.

It's downright humiliating.

Yeah, I believe you.

We were living in Manhattan.

But, uh, I grew up in Tulsa.

So, you know, we
just moved back.

Are there a lot
of Jews in Tulsa?

That what everyone
asks. But, but there are.

You know, it's a, it's a small
community. But very cohesive.

You know, the pull
was unimaginable.

Kenny. Can you see
the man is reading?

Huh?

I don't think he
wants listen to you

chronicle the evolution
of Tulsa Jewry.

I'll let you get back
to your reading.

Thanks.

Oh, oh, It's a little
embarrassing. I don't mean to be...

It's just, uh... If you
got family down there

you know, nieces and nephews.

I don't, but.

Well, I mean, if you
did or you know...

It's, uh, it's, it's
not too far away.

And, uh, you know,
I do great work.

Uh, I know you do.

I never take accidental
encounters for granted.

Kenny! Kenny!

So. I, yeah, I'm gonna run.

Rick Bolger.

Hey, Rick.

Folks call me Bolger.

Nice to meet ya'.

Man, you really
do look like him.

I think that's what
they mean by identical.

Your brother was
a great friend to me.

I, I hadn't seen him
in awhile. But, thanks.

You ain't got no bags?

No, that's it.

That's me.

I ain't been up here in awhile.

I was gonna stay me in a hotel.

So where'd you go?

Found me a dead-end in a
construction site near the airport.

Laid out counting stars.

Crazy how much buildin'
they got going on up here.

Folks just don't take to the
country no more, I guess.

You figure.

It's a mystery.

You need a drink or anything?

We're coming up on Broken Bow.
We could stop off at the Metotem.

Sure.

Metotem.

Oh, I almost forgot.

This here was your brother's.

I don't know if you wanna...

Hi.

You're shittin' me.

Buddy.

You clean up nice.

How's that?

Where's the duds from?

Oh God. No, no. Wait a
second. Wait a second. You...

Where's Bolger at?

He's around back, but
I'm not who you think I am.

Oh, you're not?

No. You don't know me.

I wanna know what you're
doing up here in Broken Bow

when we don't want
you in Broken Bow.

Um, it's my mistake.
I'm, I'm just gonna leave.

Well not 'til Buddy
gets here you won't.

Buddy?

Calm down. Calm Down. Listen.

Keep it up, Brady.

I'm not him. I'm
his... Come on, Brady.

No! I'm not... Ugh!

Ugh! chokes]

You don't wanna be coming up
north where you ain't got no trip wires

booby traps and
police you done bribed

think you can sell your souped-up
turbo grass to whoever you like.

I wondered where you was at.

Don't seem like a fair fight.

Well, nobody asked you
two to come up north neither.

We had business in Tulsa.

I heard about that.

What you heard?

Heard that Brady here
owes Pug a lot of money.

Will you explain this, please?

The less you say to these
two fuckin' inbreds the better.

He thinks you'll expand
business down to all of Little Dixie.

Dumb pussy, I already said.

How 'bout I say this?

How're you feelin'?

Brady?

Hey, Buddy.

What the hell is going on?

Well, um, I guess I
kinda got resurrected.

What? Are you out of your mind?

Okay. Easy now.

Hold on to him now.

No. Let go of me. Let me go.

Not until you calm
down, you won't.

You had him tell
me you were dead?

With a fucking cross bow?

I'm sorry about that. But there weren't
no other way to get you to come here.

Ow. Ow.

Oh. Down here for what?

I'm gettin' married.

As if I care. What
kind of excuse is that?

And I'm having a baby.

You're gonna be an uncle.

Who would be dumb enough
to have a child with you?

I would.

Remember the Dentons?

On Zunis back home?

Colleen Denton?

You remember.

I baby sat you when
we were in high school.

You was my favorite.

You used to sit in the
kitchen reading books.

I got to watch all the TV I wanted
as long as I kept the door shut.

You read me Shakespeare
sonnets when I was going to sleep.

And now you're going
to marry this pothead?

Uh, he's not no more.

I'm leaving all that behind.

Oh, uh, yeah, I can see the
evidence for that everywhere.

I get to keep on
smokin' 'til the baby

comes and then it's
cold turkey on that too.

But me and Bolger's gonna double
hit it 'til the bottom drops out, huh?

Uh, what a great time.

Anyway. You know what? I wanna leave
as quickly and painlessly as possible.

Just stay through the weekend.

No.

You can go see Mom.

Look, Brady. I am leaving.

What you did here is
cruel and irresponsible

and exactly why I stay away.

Bill, you know I read every
goddamn article you write?

I read 50 pages on the
interpretation of one word in Aristotle.

Sat the whole fuckin'
day with the dictionary,

and not the Merriam-Webster,
the motherfuckin' O. E. D.

20 people in the world read whole
piece. You're lookin' at one of 'em.

What do you want, Brady? I
mean, what do you fuckin' want?

I just wanna see my brother
who I love. What's the crime?

Why couldn't you pick
up the phone and call me,

just ask me to come,
like any normal person?

Because when I do
you never call me back.

And if you did,
you'd just say no.

Am I lyin'?

Well, am I lyin'?

No. No, you're not.

Why... We ain't
bad people, Billy.

I know you're not.

You know Mom put
herself in a home?

A rest home?

Yeah.

Jesus.

You want her to die

and you don't even
come to say goodbye?

Is she still using drugs?

Just go see her and
find out for yourself.

I can't. I... I just
can't. I can't go and...

What the hell did any of us ever
do that made you hate us this way?

I don't hate you.

I really don't. I just...

Where you're from
don't matter to you?

Your family? Your
own fuckin' brother?

Look. I try to live my life with a
purposeful measure of control.

I adhere to certain
philosophic tenants

that were laid
down centuries ago

by some very
introspective thinkers.

I'm talking about three
fuckin' days in Idabel.

Son of a bitch.

Okay, look. I will stay
through the weekend.

But then I'm out of here.

Do you understand?

Yeah, well. You son of a bitch.

Hey, hey. Don't fuck
around. Stop. Jesus.

My God.

I think he thought we
were selling dime bags.

What is all this?

Well, let me enlighten
you on a point or two.

It all starts in the Mommy room.

And you got your young'uns
over here. Your juvies.

And your adults in the back.

All these lights
are sodium vapor,

Hortilux HP thousand watts,

and an incandescent's got too
much far red in the spectrum.

Makes the plant grow
too tall on the stem

and the leaves get all narrow,
the whole thing just keels over.

Plus, it reduces the potency,
which is definitely not what we want.

Now, LED is getting
to be all the rage

'cause it's cooler and it
saves you on power costs.

But, I'm a sodium vapor man.

We got your electronic
digital ballasts

Hey, raise her up, Bolger!

And who built all this?

Me and Bolger.

Some buddies helped.

Your brother designed it all.

The horticulture part.

Quonset hut comes in catalog
kit. A kid could assemble it.

We should've got a
contractor to pour the pad,

but we couldn't
hire one, could we?

What... What are all these?

Oh, NFT spiral system.

NFT?

Yeah. Nutrient Film Technique.

No soil in there. The pipes
are filled with hydro-clay.

It's like an expanded clay aggregate.
Supports the active capillaries.

It's just that and coconut
husks, if you can believe that shit.

No acid. No alkaline in the
base. Total sterile medium.

You're looking at seven
generations of hybridization cloning.

They're all my
special little children.

And we feed you
good too, don't we?

Pump the nutrients in up into
the medium from underneath.

Big Bud, Connoisseur,
Nirvana, Jungle Juice

Tarantula, the whole shiterie.

You're looking at the
motherfuckin' state-of-the-art.

I don't know what to say.

Hear that? We
rendered him speechless.

You wanna try some?

No. I make my
living with my mind,

and so I like to keep it clear.

I forgot who I was talking to.

You travel in
philosophic space time.

Shit. Let's sit on the porch. I got a new
varietal. I gotta give her a test drive.

Now, I read a article you wrote
in the New York Review of Books,

about a fellar
called Heidegigger.

Heidegger?

That's the one.

What fuck kinda name is that?

No. It was a review of a book
exploring Lacan's take on Heidegger.

Exactly. And that right there is
what I don't understand about y'all.

Right? Y'all ever, hardly
ever write about a topic.

You write about what some
other fella wrote about the topic.

So Heidegigger's got some idea and then
some French guy's got a, got a take on that

then you write a review of that
and some other fella comes along

and on and on and on and on.

You've very neatly
explained academia, Brady.

I'll write an essay for y'all.
Called What the Fuck's the Point?

Yeah. I think this is
right about where I leave.

Come on. Come on. Hey.

Get you a tug on that.

I said no.

You used to do
this more than I did.

Well, I just don't
do it any more.

Oh, I know you want some.
It's written all of your face.

The shit I grow is better than
anything you're gonna taste anywhere.

That Jamaica shit we used
to buy tasted like tobacco.

I bet it does.

A tiny taste.

Little, little bitty old taste.

Just p... Give it a taste.

Fine. Fine.

Fuck. I don't believe I'm doing
this. This is so fucking stupid.

When was the last
time you did this?

Graduate school?

Hot damn, this is
gonna lay you out.

You remember the first time?

With Ma?

I remember.

Fucking ridiculous.

Fuckin' ridiculous.

I guess she just figured we were
gonna find out on our own anyway.

I don't wanna know what
she was thinking about.

Oh, come on. Give
it a real pull there.

Now, how many buds
is you gonna smoke

that's smooth after you ain't
done it in a number of years?

I've lengthened the curing
process in the Dutch tradition.

And I got the right
amount of resin.

Wow.

Yeah.

Easy now, Doctor. Oh.

Ah.

Now we're cookin'.

So, anyways. I seem to recall you didn't
think too much of this fella Heidegigger.

What? No. He was
a fucking fascist.

He helped out the
National Socialists.

All right. But this article was
about logic and, and truth,

and how him and some
other fella related to, uh...

Analytic philosophy.

What was it?

Analytic philosophy.

There was one word I didn't
know. I had to look it up. Epista...

Epistemology.

Espista what?

Epistemology.

Epistemology. Bingo!

Why are we talking about this?

Just solving problems.

To a mess you been in.

And as soon as it hit you, you can't hardly
believe you didn't think of it before.

What is it you want, Brady?

Ju... You get you
another pull on that.

No. I'm fucking
euthanized, uh... Go on now.

Go on.

Alright. Look. Here's the thing.

All that equipment
you seen out yonder?

It was expensive.

So I had to see this Jew in
Tulsa who's kinda in the business.

What do you mean
he's in the business?

Well, the dope dealing business.

A Jew in the busi... How
do you now he's a Jew?

Well, he, trust me. He's a Jew.

Well, what does that mean?
He has a Jewish last name?

He's a goddamn Jew.

Don't be anti-Semitic.

Anti-what?

Anti-Jew.

I ain't anti-Jew. I
loves everybody.

Oh, Jesus. So, okay. He's
a dope dealer. So what?

Well, no, he's not really a dealer.
He's a bit more upstream than that.

But I been his main
supplier of grass.

I still don't see.

Will you listen? You
know, you never listen.

Okay. Okay. Fine. I'm listening.

I need you to be me.

What?

Down here, just like
we used to back at home

while I go up there and
figure out this whole situation.

No fucking chance, Brady.

I got this one
figured. So simple.

All you gotta do is
go and visit Mom.

You think Mom won't know
the difference between us?

It ain't about Mom,
goddamn it. It's the Sheriff.

It's him we're gonna fool.

We don't even
look alike anymore.

Bolger said that it took five
seconds for the Fuller boys

to think it was me with
a shave and a haircut.

Which is why he took
me to Broken Bow.

He said you wanted a Coke.

Brady. Brady.

I swear to God.

Even for you... That might
have been Bolger's idea,

but I didn't know
nothin' about it

until you all showed up here.

No, you're not. No, we're not...

Hey, honey. Y'all
started without us?

Well, you know you can't
have none of this good stuff.

I know, but I'm being polite
'cause the rest of them can.

That is so weird.

Sorry, Janet. Uh, this
is my dear brother Bill,

Bill, this our
good friend, Janet.

Hi. I'm Bill.

Are you having a smoke?

Oh, I was, yeah.

Oh, you want some?

Oh, I'm gonna
get a beer, thanks.

Yeah. I usually don't either.

Actually, I never do.

It's all right. Nobody
can say no to Brady.

I got the mojo. I got the mojo.

I kinda forgot.

Bolger says you're a
famous, what was it?

Famous thinker.

"Famous thinker."

He's real famous.

In certain esoteric
circles, well, maybe.

And they pay you for that?

Well, I mean, I, I lecture and
I, I teach, I am a professor.

I'm just fucking with you.

Oh, you're, yeah.

Nice to meet you.

There you go.

Brady!

She's a poet.

What?

Seriously. She
writes fuckin' poetry.

And she's the Ladies
Noodling Champion of '05.

Her?

125 pounds of catfish

in under 10 hours with
nothing but her bare hands.

I tried to get her and
Colleen in a three-way once,

but wasn't neither
of 'em go for it.

I am leaving on Sunday.
You do understand that, right?

I'm not gonna participate...
No. We'll talk later.

Hey, Bolger, crank her up, man.

Ah!

Oh!

In one day almost everything
that has happened here

has only served to
vindicate why I stay away.

Come on. Don't tell me that goblet
of goodness ain't made you happy.

No, even that.

Whatever it actually is.

That's ambrosia, Billy.
That's pure ambrosia.

So where do you live now?

In Providence. Rhode Island.

Why, why would
you come back here?

It's where I wanna write.

I teach for money.

There's a college?

High school. Here in town.

High school?

I tried the tenure track,

but college students are
already too culturally informed.

It closes their minds.

How come there weren't
more girls like you in Hugo?

Maybe you didn't
know how to look.

Yeah. So, you you teach English?

I do.

My mother used
to do that for awhile.

She must be very proud of you.

I have, uh, I haven't
talked to her in quite awhile.

Why not?

That is a very
complicated subject.

You're some world
famous thinker?

Yeah, hardly.

Some minorly famous thinker?

And you don't let
your mother enjoy that?

That's correct.

Why?

Because some day she'll be gone,

then where will you be?

I'll be in the same
place I am right now.

Exactly.

You're smart.

You're not as smart
as you think you are.

Hey, I just got tricked by
my dope-dealing brother.

We all get tricked
sometime or other.

Hm. No, I don't think so.

No?

Why?

Combination of what
you've been smokin'

and what I'd do with
you you'd never recover.

I would do my best.

I'm going home.

Okay. Okay.

You know, can,
can we just like, um

I mean, we were, we, we're
kind of almost having a...

I'm going noodling tomorrow
if you want to tag along.

My brother said
that you did that.

Sweet dreams.

Here you go.

Now, check out the best part.

Holy shit.

This here's where
I keep it alive.

Wait a minute. Some of
these are from our room.

Oh, yeah.

Yep. A few more I
picked up along the road,

but all originals,
ain't no knock-offs.

Wow.

Now, sit you down.

Ain't that the coup de gras?

I got her off a
fellow in Ponca City

'fore me and Colleen hooked
up. That was my deal closer, baby.

If she knew what went on in that
bed, she'd have never let me keep it.

That's lovely.

Let's get you
something for that buzz.

Remember these?

You're still going
with vinyl, huh?

Oh, hell, yeah.

I don't go in for no digital.

They can't improve
upon the classics, man.

Come on, lay you down.

Lie down.

Now you sound like Momma.

Sorry.

How's that for a love bite
to soothe your aching head?

Hey. Hey.

Don't think that this
means that I'm in any way...

We ain't gonna talk
about that right now.

I'm just glad
you're here, Billy.

Oh, cut it out. Fuck.

How're you feeling, Professor?

What did you do?

Say, uh, I bumped
into some clippers.

It feels weird.

What do you think?

Oh, God. What time is it?

It's time to get up.

Hey, I brought you a
few things. Put 'em on.

What? Why?

Only that thing we were
talking about we gotta get goin'.

No. No, Brady.

That's just not gonna work.

Why?

Because you've given yourself

the stupidest haircut
in human history.

Bullshit. You ain't that
fancy. Can't tell the difference.

I'm sorry, I never said...

Oh, you know I fixed you up
with Janet. And didn't you like her?

My opinion of her is totally
unrelated to your infantile scheme.

Hey, you listen.

I ain't foolin'. You
gotta help me.

'Cause if I don't get up to Tulsa
I'm gonna be in real trouble.

Then go up to Tulsa.
Why do I have...

Because some shit might
happen in Tulsa to where I...

Where you would
rather be seen down here

so that you're not
implicated in whatever

typically insane criminal
behavior you intend.

No fucking way.

All I'm asking you to
do is to go and see Mom.

That one little good
deed. That's all.

Oh, it's not a good deed and
I really don't wanna see Mom.

You come all the way down here.

No. You tricked me
into coming, actually.

Oh, will you,
it, it's so simple.

All you gotta do is walk into a fuckin'
rest home and see your own mother

who you ain't seen in 12
years for God knows why.

And on the way you're gonna
pass a pig eating a bear claw.

They don't call
them that anymore.

They aren't called "pigs"
any more. That's exactly...

So a police.

How do you even
know that he'll be there?

'Cause he got a shine on this
heifer who sits behind the desk.

All you gotta do is walk
in and say, Hi ya, Sharon

I'm goin' see my Ma. And don't say
another fuckin' word and just walk on by.

That is the most
ridiculous alibi.

All anyone would have to do is find
out you have a twin and that I was here.

When we ever been busted before?

You took tests
for me all the time.

And I let you go on dates as me.

No. I did that one
time when we were 16.

She guzzled your custard, right?

I have felt bad
about that ever since.

Come on, Billy.

I'm trying to
change my life here.

Fucking hell.

I'm asking as your brother.

Uh, I just walk by.

Say, ain't it Saturday?

Yeah, so?

Think the Jews is
in church Saturdays.

You know where it's at?

Can't we look it up?

Well, what if it's more 'n one?

There can't be more
than one, can there?

Can I ask you a question?

Shoot.

Do you believe
in a higher power?

Yeah, I do.

It's the only way to
make sense of all this.

Otherwise it's just
pure fuckin' chaos.

Like where we was created by Him

and He judges what we do?

No. I think it's more
like, like, parallel lines.

Parallel lines?

You know, like two lines go on
and on forever don't never touch.

Yeah.

'Cept, 'cept they don't
actually exist in nature.

And man can't
create no true parallel.

It's just more of a concept.

I learned that shit in
high school geometry.

Uh-huh.

Well that concept, that
perfection, we know it exists.

And we think about it,

But we can never
get there ourselves.

I think that right there is God.

You ready?

For what?

Come on over here.

Jeez... You just
gonna stand there?

You have a spiritual
aversion to monofilament?

This is the way it was
done 1000 years ago.

I think I can understand that.

You still leaving tomorrow?

I think so.

I'll miss you.

And we barely even
know each other.

You have not known What you are

You have slumbered
Upon yourself All your life.

Your eyelids have been The
same as closed Most of the time.

What you have done
Returns already in mockeries.

The mockeries are not you.

Underneath them and
within them, I see you lurk.

Who is that?

Walt Whitman

I don't think I ever imagined
hearing him recited to me

by a girl gutting a
40-pound catfish.

That's exactly how
he should be recited.

He wrote without rhyme or meter.

Free verse. Just
whatever he felt inside

coming out in its
own intricate rhythm.

Pure, unashamed passion
without definable restriction.

I'm sorry. See, I have
a few issues with that.

Why?

Because, some
have dared to suggest

that even poetry has rules.

Or you make your own.

Right there. That's the
part I never bought into.

Because?

If everybody runs around making
their own rules, how can you

find what's true?

There's nothing...
There's nothing to rely on.

One night I split my cicada
skin devoured your leaves

knowing no poison,
no law of nourishment

in that larval blindness
a hunger finally true.

Who's that?

That's me.

Maybe what's
true is in front of us

and we're moving toward it
without even knowing it's there.

Once you think you've
got it all solved, what's left?

Don't get any fish
innards on me, okay?

Shut up.

So what is the Halacha?

It's the law.

It's the path that we
follow in our daily lives.

It comprises those rituals

that make our lives complete.

Without them, the violence
and anarchy of the world prevail.

While Moses talks
with God on Sinai

the Jews abandon law

and dance ecstatically
before the calf

forgetting the one who
brought them out of Egypt.

My friends, in every generation,
we are threatened with chaos

and slavery and despair.

And in this
dispiriting confusion,

Halacha allows refuge in
a world we can't explain.

A world of violence

anarchy in which though
the workings of justice

may falter there is a larger
and deeper coherence.

Who the fuck is that?

To know this with certainty
is to believe as Jew.

Without law we are
lost Fuck if I know.

In an arid wasteland
no good to each other.

Not this place.

Shabbat Shalom.

Okay. Okay.

So I would like to thank
the Hauptman family

for the beautiful flowers
that adorn our bema

and to please join us
after the Musaf service

for Kiddush in the Kaiser
Memorial Auditorium.

Well, thanks for doing this.

Happy to.

All right.

You sure you don't
want to come in?

I'll be waiting
right over there.

But we'll look kindly later on boys
who sort shit out with their mommas.

How do I look?

Well, hey, Sharon.

Uh, just gonna see my mom.

Officer.

Oh. Oh. Uh...

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
wait, big fella. Oh. Okay.

No, no, not a word from
you, Brady, you hear?

You just gonna listen.

The staff here, they found your
momma smoking pot the other day.

Now, she's a crazy lady,
don't even belong in here.

But it wouldn't do nobody
no good to put her away.

The only reason I
ain't hauling you in

is 'cause I ain't got proof it
was you who give it to her.

But as soon as I do we're
gonna get on your property

and we're gonna find every last ounce
of that super-charged grass you grow.

I don't care how many
of my men you pay off.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

And you ain't fooling
a soul by cleaning up.

I know just what you is.

That ain't at all
what I asked you,

I asked you why you supposed
to be here three days ago

and you just walk in here now.

We had some business back at
home we had to take care of is all.

I heard you made an
appearance at Broken Bow.

Well, I just stopped in at
the Metotem there and...

My girl wanted some licorice.

Everybody knows those Fuller
boys work out at the Metotem

Even the police know that.

She wanted the licorice.

I sure hope my
money's in yonder bag.

Well, that's just, uh...

Either that or you got samples of
what you're gonna be up to down there.

Don't tell me you done
interrupted my day of rest

to utter shit I got no interest
making its way between my ears.

We went to the
wrong temple at first.

Temple Israel.

Over there on Utica?

If I wanted to go to
church, I'd be a Christian.

Might make your life easier.

Who says my life ain't easy?

I don't know. Maybe folks
ain't too partial to Jews.

The law would never mark out
a Jew as a dope dealer neither.

They leave me
alone, by and large.

Way of the world is mysterious.

But every man has his place,
each according to his lights.

That could be.

Shaver and Waddell done
presented to you a deal, Brady.

An opportunity.

Now, either you got
my money in that bag

or we're gonna talk about
expanding your situation down there.

Well, I can't do neither.

Why not?

I'm gonna have a family.

And I ain't never had a dad
myself so I aim to be a good one.

So I'm done.

At least not in a
selling capacity.

So, that's a bag full of money
paying me back for setting you up.

Well, hear me out, Pug.

That's gettin' harder because
of all the shit I'm listening to.

Okay, look. Me and Bolger, we're gonna
take that whole operation that you paid for

we'll haul it up to Broken Bow.

We'll set it up, turn it
over to the Fuller Brothers.

I'm gonna teach them
everything I know.

You can take Bobby Fuller's
brain and stick it in the head of a cat

and that animal would
keel over and die.

Me and Bolger will
do whatever it takes.

Who is paying me back?

I'm working on that, but you ain't
never said nothing about a time table.

Oh. It has been
over a year, hadn't it?

Yeah. So?

And in all that time, have you
heard me ask you for a nickel

in all those 12 months?

No, but you and me both know
I've been selling you at a cut rate.

Ah! So, now you
want me to be nice.

I guess I do. What the
fuck is wrong with that?

Brady, my people been kicked out
of near every country on this planet.

My granddaddy came here
because of the pogroms in Russia.

He traveled all over the south
selling tchotchkers out of a wagon

because nobody
else wanted the job

of taking a wagon
50 miles a day.

Jews got good with money

because Christians
didn't wanna touch it!

Now Christians say
Jews got all the money

I wonder how that happened?

I give nearly every cent I
make to the state of Israel

because Israel is where
we put our foot down.

And we said no more.

We ain't gonna be took
advantage of no more.

I would just like a
little more fuckin' time.

You know what I'd like? I'd
like everybody in the world

to call me a cocksucker
and give me a dollar!

Why's that?

Because that way I'd be
rich and everybody'd love me.

Shaver. Check that peckel.

And if it ain't got my money,
kill those sons of bitches.

Now, Pug. It ain't
gotta go this way.

Oh, bring it on, honey.

When you prick me, motherfucker,
I sure as shit gonna bleed.

Agh. Ah!

Ah!

Agh!

Ugh.

All right, shit.

Get the spray paint.

Because Jesus is a, a
loving and forgiving God

he don't care where you been.
He don't care what you done.

He just wants to love ya up.

And wants you to
do the same to him.

You know, he was
there when you was born

and he just wants you
back again before you perish.

He loves you and holds you

and he comforts you and
gives you ever-lasting rest.

Because Jesus is a, is
a compassionate God.

Brings to mind the story of, uh, the old
man who was walking down the beach.

He stops and he just, he's just
taking in the glory of the creation

And suddenly he realizes there's somebody
behind him. And he turns and he looks

And it's Jesus.

And he says, Lord, Lord...

Are you listening
to this bullshit?

Hey, Momma.

Billy?

Well, you've got a nice view.

I like watching the
storms come in.

You used to get so
scared of 'em. Do you still?

I don't think anything like
that scares me anymore.

If you aren't scared these
days, you aren't alive.

I'm sure many people
would agree with you.

Coming here didn't scare you?

N... uh, maybe a little.

Why?

I didn't come here to have
that conversation, Daisy.

So one minute you were
there and then you were gone.

What happened?

No, I, I'm serious. I'm really,
really not gonna do this.

Why, Billy?

Billy. Why?

All right. Because
we needed a mother

and not another friend
to get fucked up with.

I couldn't be both?

But you weren't both.

Are you saying that
I didn't raise you?

I don't know what the
fuck you were doing.

Reading every book you read

every paper you wrote even
when they were beyond me.

I didn't need you to tell me I
was smart. I needed guidance.

You never needed
anything Brady did.

You don't have to
tell me about Brady.

Don't you think I know that
every time he comes here?

All I ever wanted
was a tiny taste

of something resembling
a normal and rational life.

Where everything's a lie?

You know that I actually
went away to school

and took a class in
the culture of the Sixties

just to try to understand
the way you lived?

The, the, the choices that you
made, just to, to try to make sense

out of all that new freedom and
upheaval and fucking anarchy?

And you know, the problem is

you tore everything down but you
were too lazy to actually build anything

as an alternative.

As usual, you've
got it all figured out.

Am I ever gonna see you again?

I don't know. I don't think so.

I'm sorry.

Yeah. Me, too.

Now calm her down.

Calm her right on down.

He ain't gonna get here in time.

Wait!

Other day you met
my peaceful side

Now you tell Buddy the next
time I slide into Broken Bow

if Bolger wants to shake a snake
or if I want a refreshing potable

I expect a little more
fuckin' kindness.

Ah! Ah! Ah!

Ugh!

Jack Rothbaum, known
as Pug to his friends,

was a controversial figure in
Tulsa's small Jewish community

An enormous success in
the oilfield equipment business

he gave millions of
dollars to the state of Israel

as well as other Jewish
and statewide causes.

Uh-oh.

Pug Rothbaum was a
man of generosity and valor.

Every nickel he made,
most of it went to help others,

Jews, Christians, everyone.

He didn't.

What?

Our community
and the city of Tulsa

have lost a great man.

Pug Rothbaum's name
adorns buildings and signs

all over our city and state,
including various hospital wings

his his museum
of Indian heritage

and this rest stop on
the Will Rogers Turnpike.

Hey, y'all, we're home.

Hey, sweetie.

What have you done?

What you talking about?

This?

Now, one curious
aspect of this case

is that the swastikas
were drawn backwards.

Indicating either haste
or a lack of familiarity

of anti-Semitic emblems.

Or perhaps, rather
more implausibly

that Hindus were involved.

Look, I ain't no Hindu.

The guy you owed money
to? A Jew up in Tulsa?

Don't point your finger at me.
I've been with Bolger all day

Oh, come, uh, hey, Billy.

Hey. All right, calm her down. I
don't wanna upset Colleen. I mean it.

Tell me that you didn't do this.

He was gonna kill us
and I had no choice.

Uh! Ah! You... You...

You go to the cops
and explain things.

You go and hide, you
do anything but that.

And, and, what, what
were those swastikas?

The symbols that the Nazis
put on all their little trinkets.

I'm familiar with the contextual
history of the swastika.

Why would you want it
to look like a hate crime?

So it don't look
like a drug crime.

Great. Perfect.

Just confirm that we're
the redneck hick state

that everybody thinks we are.

Don't talk down Oklahoma.

How? How is it possible
that you are so brilliant

and so monumentally selfishly
ignorant at the same time?

Were you ever in a situation
where it was you or someone else?

I don't put myself in
those kinds of situations.

Well, that's the real
world, Billy. I hate to tell ya.

If you had to kill someone to protect
you or your own you'd do the same thing.

I got a baby coming.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

You gonna turn me in?

No. I don't know. I don't
know what I'm going to do.

Listen, listen. This guy, he
sold drugs all over this state.

You said he didn't sell.

He sold to the
ones what sold 'em.

All right? Now, he was comin'
here to force me to expand

into shit I don't even
wanna talk about.

They're gonna find you
and you're gonna get killed

or you're gonna go to jail.

And then where are your
wife and kid gonna be?

That's the beauty of it.

Well, I wasn't up there. I
was down here. Remember?

Ah! You asshole!

Do you have any idea
what you're doing to me?

Son of a bitch!

Billy?

You are going to ruin my life!

Ain't nobody gonna know!

Ugh.

Oh, answer the phone.

Colleen'll get it.

Just answer the fucking phone.

Hello?

No, it ain't. It's his brother.

What? Who? Who is it?

Well, he's right here. Hang on.

Hello?

Bill. Uh, Nathan Levy.

Nathan! N... Ugh.

How did you, how did
you get this number?

Don't you fucking move.

I hope you don't mind.

I, uh, spoke to Maggie
Harmon down at Brown.

Is this a bad time?

It's fine. Uh, you know
what? Give me one second.

Ooh, ooh, sorry.

Sorry, Nathan, go ahead.

Well, you didn't hear
this from me, Bill.

But you're about to be
ambushed down there.

By whom?

Something about
a coed and a poem.

And some other behavior which
I would rather allow you to infer.

What?

You've gotta be kidding.
Nobody would say that.

Apparently there
was a witness, Bill.

Nathan. Na..., Nathan.
Listen to me. That is absurd.

That's why I'm reaching out.

But until whatever happened
blows over we can't...

I understand.

Everything all right?

No, it isn't.

Now, where can I
find a signal for this?

I wrote a poem for you in
Latin for when you got back.

It was a send-up of Virgil
in dactylic hexameter.

And it was all about what would
happen if we were together in mi...

Stop. Inappropriate.

I don't want to hear it.

So I was in the library and Mark
Loeb read it over my shoulder.

He sight-translated it?

I know. He was really good.

It had like five
hortatory subjunctives.

Anne! Didn't you tell him that it was a
fucking poem, that it never happened?

Yes, but he didn't believe me.

So he went to the department.

I guess he was pissed about
some B plus you gave him

on a Lucretius paper last year.

Fucking hell!

Did you give him a B plus?

I don't remember, Anne.

So that bitch, Maggie Harmon,

said she caught us that day making
out with my shirt off in your office.

Oh.

So I went to her
and I told her the truth

and I begged her.

But since the door was closed
and I was partially undressed.

And then Professor Laughlin
said that in the world of phenomena

appearances are truth, going
around quoting the cynics.

He's such a fucking lightweight!

I know. I, I don't
wanna hear anymore.

Bill, when are coming home?

Stop it.

I told you to leave Staci alone.

She's been on my nerves
since Hebrew school.

Eat shit, Gabe.

Right after you eat mine.

Don't you dare speak
to anyone that way!

He cusses all the
time, and so do you.

You both made spectacles
of yourselves back there.

The pizza there sucks compared
to the pizza in New York!

Well it is the
pizza that we have!

And by the way, did I hear
you ask your mother for money?

Honey, I don't
wanna talk about it.

Don't you have any pride?

Of course I do.

It's your mother!

We're strangling, Suzie.
The credit bills alone.

Now until I get my
practice up... When? When?

When the kids make friends at
school and we meet the parents.

I hate the kids at school.

Right.

The brutal murder occurred today

after Mr. Rothbaum attended
Sabbath... I said when?

Everyone be quiet!

Though sources close to the
investigation say it was a hate crime

Mr. Rothbaum was last seen
alive at approximately 1:00 PM

by fellow worshipers at congregation
Nev Kiddush here in Tulsa.

Wait. Am I supposed
to get 3 kids

out of the car by myself?

Just give me a minute.

Honey.

I'm just gonna...
don't wait up for me.

What?

Well, $180 will limit you

but it don't mean can't put a bullet
in there that's gonna pack a wallop.

Yeah, I, I really don't
need, need the bullets.

None of my business, friend, but you carry
a firearm, you better be ready to use it.

Uh-huh. Well, uh, see, it's,
it's really more for protection.

Now, these here
is hollow points.

I appreciate that, but,
uh, like I said, Dog eat dog,

you wanna be the one
that's chowing down.

I really don't, I don't
plan to chow down.

I'll just take the gun.

Yeah. No.

Well, that's what I need.
You just gotta trust me on this.

Yes, you're right. Uh-huh.

Tomorrow night, the latest.

Just, yeah, just give, yeah,
give everyone a big kiss.

And I'm telling you he was
at that rest home plain as day.

Had a haircut.
Looked like a choir boy.

So, how could he have
been there, here and in Tulsa?

He was in Tulsa
before he was here.

This is one big
waste of my time.

And I tell you what else.

I better not hear about
any vigilante bullshit.

And do you know why he
would have been in Tulsa?

No, Buddy. Educate me.

'Cause him and Pug was fixin' to
make a lot more than grass down here.

Who told you that?

Pug Rothbaum. They was gonna
push me and Jimmy out of Broken Bow.

He owed Pug over 200,000 for
the equipment in his grow house.

Are you telling me
the truth, Buddy?

You know there's,
there's rumored

to be excellent noodling
in the rivers around Boston.

I hadn't heard that.

It's something you
might wanna confirm.

Okay.

Bye.

Hey.

You ain't gonna stop off
and see Mom one more time?

I don't think so.

Well, I'll see you
when I see you.

Hello, there!

You have got to be kidding me.

You know this guy?

Sort of.

I'll be damned.

How can we help you?

Okay. Uh, which of you
was it I met on the airplane?

You.

And you murdered Pug Rothbaum.

Wha..., ye...!

Whoa!

Colleen! Get in the house!

No, no! Don't go in the
house! Just get down.

All right. Just calm down.
Calm down. It's all right.

No, no, you get back.
Give it up. No, no, no.

Back! Back!

I got hollow points!

Hollow points?

Go in. Go on over. Get in
the cluster. Get in the cluster.

No. This is not happening.
I have got a plane to catch.

Well, I'm afraid I
can't let you do that.

You are not pointing
that gun at me.

Join the group!

This is not happening.

Join the group!

Billy. Billy. Come on.

Thank you!

Listen. Why don't you
stop waving that thing?

I don't wanna hurt anyone.

No. Okay. Let's just
put the gun down.

I just wanna talk.

Why are you doing this?

You flew down
here to be his alibi

making him a murderer
and you an accessory.

And this is a Christian state.

But we're very Old Testament
when it comes to murder.

He'll get the chair
and you'll get life!

Who the fuck is this guy?

Chris..., I, w...
You're an orthodontist.

I am drowning in debt.

I've been trying to
set up a new practice.

But I still owe on the insurance
premiums from the last one.

Plus all the equipment!

I have a wife and three kids!

Why don't you get
to the fuckin' point?

Until my kids can
make friends at school...

No, no, no. Listen.

Bill! Hey!

I am a guy that you
met on an airplane.

Keep back!

I said, keep back.

Really, really...
I really mean it.

Please.

Keep the hell back!

Pull the trigger. Put a bullet in
my skull. I give up. It's perfect.

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry.

It's fine. Just go home.

Billy, we can't let him go now.

We are.

Just let it go and, uh,
everybody, just go home.

Brady.

Hey, you! Where do
you think you're going?

Oh, my God!

Bill, no!

Ugh!

Oh!

Oh, Brady.

Oh, Brady.

Oh! Janet, call 911. Oh.

Baby, I think my momma
might have called it.

She might have been right.

Police comin'.

Billy. Billy.

Hey, Bill.

Yeah. We need a EMT.

Hey, Bill!

Bill. Bill. Bill.

Gimme that! Gimme that!

Bill, look at me.

Go see that Rabbi up in Tulsa

All those drawings
we did at Pug's

tell her we didn't
mean nothin' by 'em.

No, just promise me.

You promise me.

You're gonna tell her yourself.

Round this side.

Come here.

Okay. Now. Now,
you ain't killed nobody.

Diogenes Laertius
has recorded for us

the Greek philosopher
Epicurus' thoughts on death.

It is irrational
to fear an event

if when that event occurs
we're not in existence.

And since when
death is, we are not

and when we are, death is not

then it's irrational
to fear death

One might just as well,
Epicurus argued, fear birth.

I was born just a few minutes
before my brother, Brady.

He lived life on his own
terms indifferent to fear

either his own
or those of others.

And let's be honest,

by any normal measure

my brother was a criminal
and a colossal fuck up

Oh, man.

But, in the years
that we were together

when we were growing up

he gave me the
happiest freest times

that I will ever know.

I don't know why it took
me so long to realize that.

I left Little Dixie
because of my own fears

My greatest regret is that

I never told him how
difficult that really was.

Bolger, how did
you get those scars?

Prison with your brother.

My brother wasn't in prison.

Two years on possession.

I think he ain't wanted
you to know that.

Saved my life, too.

Three guys jumped
me with box cutters

and your brother,
Brady, went berserk.

Kept the both us alive in there.

I can't believe he never...

Wished I could've
repaid the favor.

So, to what do I owe this visit?

My brother killed Pug Rothbaum.

Your brother?

It was the same man who
was shot by Ken Feinman?

Have you told the police?

I will.

He wanted you to know
that it wasn't a hate crime.

I find it hard to believe your brother
didn't have something against Jews.

I know, but he didn't.

Then I'll have to believe you.

Is there something else?

Why... Why do you think...

Why do we... We are
animals, Professor Kincaid.

Just brains that trick us
into thinking we aren't.

What, uh, what
can I do with that?

Repair.

What?

All of us, you, me,
your brother, Pug,

we break the world.

Help repair it.

Hey.

Come on over here.

What's this about, Bolger?

I'll let Billy speak.

Have a seat.

Well, go on. Say
what you got to say.

My brother had a
lot of equipment.

His grow house.

Yeah.

We've talked to a lawyer.

The police can't confiscate it.

Now, it's a high-quality
system. It's hydroponic.

I'm proposing to sell it to you.

That's the whole list.

That, that, that's at
a, a discount price.

Yeah, well, I don't
see it quite like this.

Why not?

'Cause your brother never
paid Pug for that equipment.

So what?

So why I gotta pay you for it?

Because my brother is dead.

I have to cover funeral costs.

He had bills that weren't paid,

He had a mortgage and his
wife is expecting a baby now.

Okay? All I'm trying to do

is cover his debts and leave
his family with a little something

can you understand that?

Well, I'm one of his debts, see?

Before your brother and
Bolger got out of the penitentiary

I had this whole area
southeastern Oklahoma.

And Pug Rothbaum
come to me for his grass.

And now you're going
to have all of that again

and better product, besides.

Your brother owes
me that equipment.

Come on, man! Don't you
want to repair the world?

What?

We're breaking the world. Don't
you want to fucking repair it?

What I want is for you
to give me that equipment

and then to go back east
with all the other faggots

that think that New York
City's the only place on Earth.

I don't live in New York City.

That don't mean that you
don't think you're better than us.

We are better than you. We
use our powers of thought!

Don't you turn your back on me.

You fucking hick!

Don't you walk away.

Just keep walking.
Don't look back.

Lot's wife.

Who?

She turned into
a pillar of salt...

Ugh.

Motherfucker.

Ugh.

Help. Help me!

I can't!

Get it out.

It's barbed! They
gotta fletch it.

Ah!

Agh!

Ah!

Oh, my God!

Help me!

No! No!

Come on. Get outta there.

You get outta there.

Agh!

Ah!

He got shot. Barbed arrow.

How long ago?

About 10 minutes.

Keep him on his side.

Let's get some vitals.

378. Give me a line there.

Here you go.

Open it up.

You folks wanna come with me?

Now the arrow missed
his heart by an inch

and his spine by centimeters.

So, what does this mean for him?

Well, it'll be a long recovery.

I guess I don't
need to tell you this.

But you saved his life.

Yes, yes, yeah.

Billy, it's fixin' to rain.

Thanks, Mom.

You know, I think I'm just
gonna sit here for awhile.

In the rain?

I used to be so scared
of these summer storms.

And then when I went
east, I missed them.

I was so frightened that I used to
hide in the closet and cover my ears.

And I hated that.

So I went to the library
and I studied them.

I learned everything
I could about them,

how they happened,
what made them happen,

the name of every cloud.

And?

They still happened.

You mind if I stay
out here with you?

I wish you would.