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(automatic gunfire,
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No, no, no, no, no, no!

No, no!

DIRECTOR:
And cut!

SECOND A.D.:
Tail mark.

End marker.

MAN 1: All right,
let's wrap up. Reset.

MAN 2: I need another
extinguisher over here.

- Need it stat!
- MAN 1: Just back it up.

Back it up. Just back it up.

- Get clear, get clear.
- (rhythmic beeping)

(fire extinguisher spritzing)

(faint, indistinct chatter)

(rhythmic beeping continues)

(rhythmic beeping stops)

(fire extinguishers spritzing)

(fire extinguishers
continue spritzing)

♪ Y'all don't really know
who I am, Goddamn ♪

♪ I'm like grease
in the fryin' pan ♪

♪ 'Cause I am ♪

♪ Bacon, eggs, toast, butter ♪

♪ Smooth sexy lover
more fresh than the others ♪

♪ Go ask your brother
if y'all don't believe ♪

♪ I control the industry ♪

♪ 'Cause Missy
in the lead (grunts) ♪

♪ I'm talkin' to you, man,
with my upper hand ♪

♪ The fans call me Dapper Dan ♪

♪ When I was young my pops,
throw rocks ♪

♪ Always shit talk to my moms
and call the cops ♪

♪ Couldn't wait
till I was nice and grown ♪

♪ Sick of daddy mouth
till 6:00 in the morn ♪

♪ On and on and on
till the record scratch ♪

♪ And if I made a few scraps
I would never come back, yes! ♪

♪ Take moms with me
and a few ADATs ♪

♪ And make a song about Dad ♪

Hello? I need some help.

- (grunting)
- (music continues)

♪ Hold up, hold up ♪

♪ Y'all don't really know
my life ♪

Get the fuck off of me!

♪ And how much liquor
I guzzle ♪

♪ Y'all don't really know ♪

- (glass crunches)
- Ow!

♪ And how many years
to get here ♪

- ♪ But I'm ready to rumble ♪
- ♪ Come on ♪

♪ Y'all don't really know
my life ♪

♪ Y'all don't really know
my struggles ♪

♪ And how much liquor I guzzle ♪
♪ Yes! ♪

♪ Y'all don't really
know my fears ♪

♪ And how many years
to get here ♪

- ♪ But I'm ready to rumble ♪
- ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I be that throwback cat ♪

- ♪ I throwback... ♪
- (tires screech)

(thumping, clattering,
glass shattering)

(music continues faintly)

(Sandra panting)

(tires screech in distance)

(crashing in distance)

(tires screech,
vehicle crashes)

(stuck car horn honking
in distance)

(siren approaching)

SANDRA:
No, we're very fucked up.

(siren wailing, horn blowing)

OTIS: Don't fuckin' touch me!
Don't fuckin' say shit!

What am I being arrested for?!

What am I being
arrested for?! Huh?

You think you're fuckin'...
hot shit?

'Cause you don't know
how good I am at what I do.

Why am I here?!

Come on!
Answer the fucking question!

Answer the damn question,
you fuck!

You dumb fuck!

Why am I here?!
Why am I here?!

Answer the question!

Answer the fucking question!

Why am I here?!
Why am I here?!

(fading):
Why am I here?!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

MORENO:
There are no guards

- on the premises, Otis.
- OTIS: I noticed.

MORENO: Since this is
your third drunken altercation

with the police, if you leave

we will have to notify
the judge,

and you will serve
those four years.

Right.

So, where do we start?

I don't know, boss.
You tell me.

I'm obviously not equipped
to make any decisions.

I'm an egomaniac
with an inferiority complex.

MORENO:
Let's try again.

OTIS: How about I'm
a professional schizophrenic?

What do you want me to say?
I'm a piece of shit.

MORENO:
I want you to write an account

of your memories,
so we can get you started

with some imaginal exposure.

What's that?

It's a simple way to stop
avoiding trauma reminders

that get you triggered.

I avoid trauma reminders?
My whole work is required,

- motivated by trauma reminders.
- I'm talking about triggers

that make your distress levels
unmanageable

- and result in violence.
- Like what?

Well, whatever makes you angry.

That's a good place to start.

Otis, I've been doing this
a long time.

I saw your tests, and you
have clear signs of PTSD.

No, I don't.

From what?

(objects rattling, clacking)

(whooshing)

♪ ♪

DIRECTOR (distorted):
Cut!

(clack echoes)

(distorted, echoing voices)

MAN (distorted):
You all right?

(distorted, echoing voices)

DIRECTOR (echoing):
One minute.

♪ ♪

DIRECTOR (echoing):
Wow.

♪ ♪

Thank you.

(over headphones): ♪ I wish
I was a little bit taller ♪

♪ I wish I was a baller, I wish
I had a girl who looked good ♪

♪ I would call her,
I wish I had a rabbit ♪

♪ In a hat with a bat
and a six four Impala ♪

♪ I wish I was,
like, six foot nine ♪

- Nice pie fight, Otis.
- Thanks.

♪ I see her all the time,
everywhere I go ♪

♪ And even in my dreams,
I can scheme of ways ♪

♪ To make her mine, 'cause
I know she's livin' phat ♪

♪ Her boyfriend's tall
and he plays ball ♪

♪ So how am I
gonna compete with that? ♪

♪ 'Cause when it comes
to playing basketball... ♪

JAMES:
You a pet person?

PAM:
Uh, we have a dog.

JAMES: Yeah, I had a chicken
named Henrietta Lafowl.

The world's
first daredevil chicken.

- Dad, Can you loosen the back?
- I used to know,

'cause all chickens...
What do you need me to do?

- Just loosen the back part.
- Okay. One sec.

So, I used to...
I had this chicken,

used to put her on my head
and I'd do these cartwheels,

and she'd run
from my head to my butt,

from my head to my butt
over and over like that.

'Cause I spent
a lot of time with chickens,

- you know, in the rodeo?
- Dad, loosen it.

Had another trick where I put
the chicken on top of my head...

here, I found it...
and I'd run this little

- electrical wire
- Here.

down my sleeve to her,

put a little KFC bucket
out there,

light it on fire for drama,
and I'd hit that charge

and Henrietta'd
fly off of my head

and land in that bucket.
Hey-o!

Crowd ate it up, I'm
telling you. It was a big deal.

- (laughs): Wow.
- Yeah, it was good.

Once opened for Stevie Nicks.

- She came out to the Forum...
- Ow! Fuck, Dad!

Ow!

What did we say
about talking like that?

Well, th-that...

That I'm not supposed
to talk like...

That you're not supposed
to talk like that.

And you're gonna apologize
to Pam, aren't you?

- Yes, I am.
- Yeah, you are.

I'm very sorry, Pam.

- It's okay. It's all right.
- Now, go hang up your wardrobe

- and thank Donna for the day.
- Yes, Daddy.

- You had a good day otherwise.
- Yes, Daddy.

Spent a lot of time
with chickens.

And in all that time you know
what I learned about 'em?

- Hmm?
- You know what the white spot is

in the center of chicken poop?

- Do you know what that is?
- No, what is that?

(whispers):
That's chicken poop also.

(both laugh)

That's pretty good, isn't it?

- Yeah.
- Hey, you got a phone number?

- (laughs): Yeah.
- Can I get it from you?

- Uh...
- Later? Later?

- Maybe tomorrow?
- (chuckles): Okay.

Okay. Have a good day.

♪ ♪

- Come on.
- (starts engine)

- You on?
- Yeah.

(revs engine)

(tires screech, horn honks)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(passing horn honking)

You good?

Yeah.

♪ ♪

(panting)

- (car doors closing)
- DEB: Who you been talking to?

- Nobody.
- And I told you not to wear that top, didn't I?

Listen, I told you
not to wear that, didn't I?

I didn't have
anything else clean.

DEB: Go in there,
go get dressed, take a shower,

- clean up. - Rocco!
- ¿Mande?

I'm in there!

Hey, give me the call sheet.

Got the per diem in there.

Don't touch 'em, Rocco!
Those are my socks!

You can't give it
ten more minutes?

Chinga tu madre.

Motherfucker.
They got to get

another washer and dryer
in this place, man.

It's turning into a nightmare.

(urine trickling)

(chuckles):
Oh, no.

Oh, no. Baby trickle?

You got one of them
little Jew rivulets.

(laughs):
Oh, shit.

You can thank your mother
for that.

You got a dick
like a golf pencil, son.

It's enough
to get the job done.

(laughs):
Yeah. "The job done."

What fuckin' job
are you gonna get done?

- Girls.
- Yeah, girls. Yeah, yeah.

You couldn't fuck yourself
with that thing.

You probably done pissed
on your own balls

just now, didn't you?
You got wet balls right now?

- I'm 12.
- Yeah, well, 12-year-old dick.

Like, me,
when I was 12 years old,

dick sounded just like this.

(brief splash)

Wait for it.

- (urine splashing)
- You hear that?

You hear it get to that bowl?

That's roots, buddy.

That's blood.

Where you come from.

- That shit's important.
- (toilet flushing)

I know you don't give a fuck.

Poop butt.
What'd I just say?

You don't listen,
that's your problem.

And you're selfish.

I just told you
about your family,

and you're over there just
staring at the thing, right?

I see you.
You're concentrating.

Concentrate real hard.
Be a 12-year-old. Pie fight.

- It's not a pie fight.
- Ooh. It's not a pie fight?

What is it? I know what you're
doing. It's clowning, buddy.

- No, it's not.
- It's rodeo. It's the same thing

- as clowning with lines.
- No, it's not.

It's not? How do you know?
You ain't never been

- in a fuckin' rodeo.
- Yeah, I have.

Don't lie to me.

- Who took you to rodeo?
- Tom.

Tom took you to rodeo?

Yeah.

Of course he did.

Where'd you go?

I don't know.
It was a rodeo.

So you don't remember.

They have clowns at your rodeo?

No? You went to Pomona.

That ain't even a fuckin' ro...
That's a fair.

You went to a fair. You
come see me in Muskogee, boy,

whew, I'm talking
about the rodeo.

I'm talking about lights.

Shit. Attractions. Animals.

Did my own face paint. Costume.

You know, commedia dell'arte.
I made them bulls run

till I broke every bone
in my cultured ass.

It's different, though.
I'm not a clown.

It is different. You bet your
little dick it's different.

It's also the same, too,
motherfucker.

That moth...
He's in there.

Hey! Rocco!

Didn't I just say?
Didn't I just say?

Those are my socks!
Goddamn it.

Give me... give me
the call sheet and get the bag.

This motherfucker.

Thank you.

(grunts)
You'll get it after.

- Hey, um, Dad?
- 6:00 a.m.

You got to go to sleep
early tonight.

Yeah, about that.

Uh...

A.J. has got me tickets
to the Dodgers game,

- which is really cool,
- Oh, shit.

- 'cause Nomo's pitching, and so, uh,
- That is really cool.

you know, he's gonna...
he's gonna take me to the game

- Who's pitching?
- after-after set tomorrow.

- Nomo.
- His name is Nomo?

Yeah, Nomo the Tornado.

- No shit.
- I'm gonna need some of that per diem, you know,

- That's a hell of a name, Tornado.
- for the hot dogs...

and stuff.

- Yeah.
- Call him Tornado, must strike 'em out blindfolded,

- that motherfucker, huh?
- Yeah, probably.

You know what they call a
Japanese blindfold, don't you?

Call that shit a shoelace.

(cackling laughter)

Come on!
That shit is funny.

- You know it is. Come on, now.
- Dad, just, just...

Okay. All right. I was getting
ready to lean into another one.

You see me coming with it?
I was gonna hit him

with that "Sum Ting Wong" joke.
You know that one?

You know that shit's
some funny fuck...

Hey, buddy, hold on, now,
you're gonna break my shit.

- I didn't mean to.
- Load the fuckin' bag up.

- I didn't mean to.
- Goddamn it.

Watch where your hands
are going, man.

(huffing sigh)

So, you're going
to this game with A.J.?

Yeah.

Who's driving you?

A.J.

No, no, no, no.

No. You're going
to the game with A.J.,

but who's driving?

'Cause he's 14 years old,

and his parents are in Castaic,

so who's driving you
to the game?

Tom.

Tom's driving you?

Yeah.

That's all
you got to say to me?

I'm sorry, Dad.

For what?

For lying to you.

I just thought y...

you'd get weird, you know?

(siren wailing in distance)

Pull out five socks.

- Five?
- (clears throat) Yeah. You get two.

- Okay.
- You drop any, you're doing ten push-ups.

There you go.

- Hey, Dad?
- Yeah?

Um, remember how you said

you were gonna build me
a tree house?

Well, we never owned a tree.

Buy me a tree,
I'll get to work.

- Sorry.
- What was that?

- I don't know.
- Pick it up.

(Otis sighs)

- You go to your meeting?
- Yeah.

Was it good?

- Yeah.
- That's good.

We're even.

Yeah, it was like
45 years in the room.

- Whoa.
- Big cakes.

Coming up on four myself.
You know that, right?

- That's crazy.
- Yeah.

All right. Go ahead. Ten.

- Ten?
- Yeah.

- (Otis sighs)
- You gonna get me cake?

OTIS:
Yeah, if you want one.

You know what else I want?

- What?
- Want to meet your buddy Tom,

make sure he's not
a chicken hawk,

- you hear me?
- He's not.

Yeah, but I don't know
he's not.

Yeah, but you need to trust me.

Well, you need to trust me.

I don't know why
I don't get to meet him.

Well, because Mom thinks
you get weird, and I...

Yeah, well, your mother
thinks a lot of things

that aren't true. Your mother
lives in fucking space.

She's always been
there for me, okay?

Yeah, she's been there for you

and she's been
at the Renaissance fair.

I been there for you, too.

I'm the one that gets you up
4:00 in the morning.

- Who's here now?
- She's busy. She has a job.

- She has...
- Why is she busy? Why is she busy?

- She...
- Why does she have a job?

Think it through.
Play the tape out.

What's your mother
got a job for? Huh?

- Just in case.
- In case what?

In case what?

- I don't know.
- In case you fail.

- In case it don't work out. Yes, man.
- No. No.

She's filling your head
full of fear.

I don't ever do that,
do I? Huh?

I pump you full of strength.

'Cause we're on a team, and
I know you got what it takes.

You're a fucking star,
and I know it.

That's why I'm here.

I'm your cheerleader,
honey boy.

- You trust me?
- (whispers): Yeah.

Okay. Here's a horse trade.

I'll give you
this pack of cigarettes...

- The whole pack?
- Whole pack.

You bring him in here.

You got to smoke it
in the bathroom though

'cause I don't want people
thinking I'm a shit father.

No one thinks
you're a shit father.

- No one thinks I'm a shit father?
- No.

- Your mother thinks I'm a shit father.
- That's in your head.

- Tom thinks I'm a shit father.
- That's also in your head.

How do you think you get
in the Big Brothers program?

Huh? What's the main reason?

- There's no main...
- There is a main reason.

- Do you know what it is?
- What is it?

You got to have a shit father.

- No.
- Yes, you do.

And your mother's advertising
what a shit father I am

every time you go to
these fucking Dodgers game,

go hang out, paintball, dirt
bike or whatever you're doing.

And, look, I got four years.

Four years is real.

You bring him over here,
how about this?

I'll fucking...
I'll barbecue for him.

It's just a start. It's just
planting seeds, you know?

Come on, man.

You got to let me in
a little bit.

Just a barbecue?

Yeah.

Okay. Okay.

- I'll ask. I'll ask.
- Thank you, man.

- Thank you.
- That doesn't mean he's gonna come.

That's all
I'm asking you to do.

You want a soda?

- Yeah.
- (door opens, closes)

♪ ♪

(chicken clucking)

JAMES (over TV):
And now, ladies and gentlemen,

boys and girls,

performing for you live
without a net,

Henrietta Lafowl,

world's first
daredevil chicken.

(drumroll)

(quiet clucking continues)

(drumroll stops)

- Henrietta Lafowl!
- (cymbal roll)

World's first
daredevil chicken!

Hey-o!

(gasps, sighs)

(panting softly)

(Percy snores nearby)

(snoring quietly)

(treadmill beeping)

(running faster)

(treadmill beeping)

(panting sharply)

ALEC: Can I get
everybody's attention now?

We're gonna do
a small trust exercise, okay?

You're each gonna
grab your partner.

Good.

Now you just switch.

Ready, Percy?

OTIS:
What is this?

What are you trying to do?

You can't have me
in the fucking room

knitting for two hours!

How are your SUDS right now?

- 70.
- Okay, let's bring it down.

Want you to name four objects
and let them bring you

- to the present moment.
- Door, face,

uh, light bulb...

Snap the rubber band
with each item.

OTIS:
Shoe, shoe, shoe.

One more.

OTIS:
Door. Fuck.

- What are you...?
- Let's try again.

Name four things and let them
bring you back to...

(muffled):
Huh-uh. No.

OTIS (whispers):
Oh, fuck.

- (sniffles)
- PERCY: Oh, that's disgusting.

This one got some shit on it.

You know chickens
outnumber humans three to one?

You don't want them
to take over the world,

we got to do something
about this.

(exhales, sniffles)

That's a true fact.
You can look it up.

(chickens clucking)

I was close.

You don't pray before you eat?

No, after.

Why?

I'm fucking with you. I don't.

Oh.

You got me, bitch.

(door creaks)

There you go. Like a man!

(sighs)

(urine trickling)

(sighs)

(urine flowing steadily)

(urine stops)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(door opens, closes)

(groans softly)

(exhales slowly)

(traffic passing in distance)

♪ ♪

CRAIG: I guess I'm here
because of my old man.

He was a preacher,

a bullshitter, basically.

Liar and a thief.

But mainly he was
never there for, uh, me.

He, uh... he was doing
his own thing.

And I thought, "Wow, you know,
that's just good.

Cool for him, man.
But what about me?"

You know, uh...

(laughing)

Man, nobody's there, so I...

I figured I'd just
drink it out, you know.

And getting shit-faced worked,
you know?

- Yeah.
- Worked like a charm, man.

It took away that

cut-and-dried feeling,
you know, for a bit.

So, you know, I ran with that
for a while, because, uh,

what else was I offered?

Church? God? Yes.

But, uh, that didn't quite work
for me, you know.

It's bullshit, really. It's...

Man, I thought if God was real,
he-he built me with a...

a-a question that
only I could answer.

And that's what you got to do:
you got to, you got to

answer that question yourself.
You got to do it yourself.

You got to, you got to
ultimately save yourself.

What book are you r...? Sorry.

What book
are you reading, boss?

Look, I know
what the book says,

- but I'm just saying what's honest with me, you know?
- Huh?

It says we came
to believe, partner.

Why don't you read
the fucking book again.

Nick, I can't do it
no more, man.

You guys are gonna keep signing
up to this shit, you know,

why don't you sign me up

for the fucking
Kool-Aid commitment.

All you motherfuckers are
drinking it. Watch out, Jack.

- James. James.
- Oh, fuck this shit, man.

Why don't you write
your own fucking book, huh?

Hey, you're not alone, brother.

Shut the fuck up.

I needed
a fucking meeting today.

Hey. You got a ride, Otis?

Uh, yeah, my dad's just
over there getting his bike.

You sure?
I didn't see him on set today.

Yeah, he was here. Yeah.

Okay. Well, good work today.

Ah, thank you.

- All right, take it easy.
- See ya.

♪ ♪

(lighter clicks)

(crickets chirping)

(siren wailing faintly
in distance)

(quiet chatter)

- I'll get chicken, chicken taco.
- Yeah.

- Can I get... Yeah.
- Two, please.

- Four chicken tacos.
- WOMAN: Pollo, señor.

- You got horchata up there?
- No.

- Just the tacos, then.
- Okay.

Pedro, cuatro de pollo,
por favor.

(quiet chatter
and laughter nearby)

Holy shit.

They recognize you.

Shit. Sometimes I wish
I was you, man.

- You do?
- Oh, God, yeah.

Be famous, have fucking,
you know, flashing lights,

paparazzi,
girls chasing me around.

Not like these shit hookers
we're living with.

I'm talking about
quality women, you know,

girls who look like
they go to school,

one with a strategy, you know?

Dolly Parton-type woman.

(laughs softly)

- Why is that funny?
- Dad...

- Dolly Parton's got her shit together.
- Cuatro de pollo.

You know she got
her own theme park?

You ain't got
a fucking theme park.

♪ ♪

(train horn blowing
in distance)

(clears throat)

(whispering):
Hey.

Wha...?

Ah.

(blows)

(blows)

(exhales)

(blows)

(whispers):
Ah.

Uh-uh, Daddy.

(crunching)

Hey, Ruby.

OTIS: So, uh, he doesn't really
like the Big Brothers program,

so just don't
bring that up and stuff.

- Oh, okay.
- If that's okay.

Hey, Dad.

Wow.

- Tom.
- How you doing?

- I'm good. I'm his father.
- It's good to meet you.

Good to meet you.
That's a beautiful truck, man.

- Thank you.
- You do the work on it?

- Sure did.
- Yeah, pop it. Go ahead.

292, huh?

This is actually
the, uh, the-the 352.

- 5.8 liter.
- Right.

Y-blocks are the...
that's the 292.

Yeah. The Y-blocks are 292,
the 272, some, uh...

That was a-a big engine
in the-the T-Bird.

T-Bird, that's right. Yeah.

And they put it
in the-the F-100,

then they upgraded
in '65 to this...

just a 352 cubic.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

- She's fucking pretty, man.
- Thank you, brother.

Sitting low for
a 4x4 though, isn't it?

You know, it's the original,
uh, coil springs on the I-Beam.

Well, all '64 trucks
had leaf springs in them.

- Don't say. Hmm.
- Yeah.

- Going swimming, partner?
- Yeah, it's hot.

Oh, that's smart.

Want to leave that jacket
in the room?

No, I'm-I'm good. Thanks.

- All right.
- Yeah.

You know what that "Ford"

in the back of your truck
stands for, don't you?

It's, uh, the old man's
last name, Henry Ford.

- No, sir, no.
- No? Well, what's it stand for, then?

- Hey, Ruby.
- No.

Stands for
"Found On the Road Dead."

(Tom and James laugh)

They got a lot of them, man.

- TOM: They do?
- Yeah, they do.

So you're working for the, uh...
what are you, FBI or something?

My son says you're in the FBI.

JAMES:
No, it's nothing fun like that.

- That's a little,
- (coughs)

a little bit
out of my-my pay grade.

I'm a passport specialist.

JAMES: Oh, okay, what's that?
It's, uh...?

- TOM: State Department.
- State Department.

TOM:
Yeah.

JAMES: What the fuck
you doing over there?

- Majored in telecommunications.
- Wow.

Half Mexican, so I got
an invested interest

- in fighting discrimination in the city.
- That's fantastic.

Hey, go get some soda
and, uh, the ketchup.

So you're saying
you're an idealist. Yeah, man.

- Yeah. Pretty much.
- That's cool.

I know a little bit about that.

Like, uh, "Don't know
where I'm going,

- but I'm on my way there," ain't that right?
- Yeah.

Yeah, all right.
Yeah, take a seat, man.

We got a little bit of time.

- Ooh.
- The sun in your eyes?

- No.
- All right.

Uh, it's good having you here.

Yeah. I appreciate it, man.

- I've heard a lot about you, so...
- Yeah.

So, uh, what's your story, Tom?

- I'm from Detroit.
- Yeah.

I still have both my parents.
Twin sister.

- Whoa.
- Graduated from Calvin in Grand Rapids.

DEB:
...put my hands on you!

You want me to do that
like I did last time?

And get out of my face!

Hey, I like your jellies.

Jellies?

Your shoes.

I'm Otis.

I live... I live
over there in-in six.

Shy Girl.

(quietly):
Fuck.

Hey.

Wait here.

JAMES:
So, Calvin is

a big school, I know that.
They got a good, uh,

- basketball program.
- They do.

That's an expensive school,
isn't it?

I've had a little help.

Got to. How the fuck'd
you swing that, man?

Shit, Mexican,
come from poverty...

got to be hard as fuck
to get in there.

- Isn't it?
- Lot of hard work.

You had some kind of what,
Spanish grant or something?

- Hey, you good?
- I'm good, Otis, thank you.

- Hey, you got the ketchup?
- Hey, can I bum a smoke?

JAMES:
Yep.

- Hang on to your butts.
- Thank you.

Love that kid.

He's a... he's a good kid.

(chuckles):
Yes, sir.

And I-I think that's why, uh,

the Big Brother program
is so important... it's having

the one voice that's
gonna listen to you.

- Sure, I bet.
- The only person

- that's gonna be there for you.
- I bet.

So, this father figure.

He was a strong voice,
and now I have a chance to...

- to pay it forward,
- Sure.

help out when I can.

- Yeah.
- You know.

Yeah, I appreciate you, Tom.

I got to say, man,
I do appreciate you.

I know my son
appreciates you also.

- That's good to hear.
- What you're doing. Yeah.

He likes you, man.
I can see it on his face.

Yeah.

You know,
I bet if you went over there

and asked that boy right now
who he wants to be

when he grows up,
he wouldn't say me.

- No?
- No.

(lighter clicks)

Why is that?

I don't know.

Would he say you, Tom?

Nah. It's not about that
for me, James.

- What's it about for you?
- I mean, it's giving back.

Letting somebody know
you're there for them.

- Yeah.
- It's being of service.

- Yeah.
- You know?

Yeah, no,
I know about that, yeah.

'Cause I do a little bit
of service myself, you know.

- I got about four years sober.
- That's good.

- (chuckles): Is it good?
- It's great.

- It is great, isn't it?
- Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Lot... I've seen a lot of lives get ruined.

Oh, have you?

Oh, boy.

It's tough.

- Yeah.
- I can only imagine.

- One day at a time, man.
- Hmm.

I don't know what
you heard about me, Tom,

but I know what you
haven't heard about me.

See, what you haven't heard
about me is that, uh,

if I catch you
around my son again

in any capacity whatsoever,
I'm gonna wind up skull-fucking

your well-adjusted
twin sister's dead corpse

on top of your casket
till my dick

runs through the back of
her half-Mexican brain plate.

You hear what the fuck
I'm saying?

Now, you're gonna take
the fuckin' jacket off,

'cause it's hot as shit
out there.

- No, I'm not.
- Yes, you fuckin' are, motherfucker!

Get your fuckin' ass
out of here.

Get your own fuckin' kid

and your own fuckin' sandwich,
motherfucker!

Fuckin' fucker.

Give me the fucking ketchup.

- (whistle blows)
- ALEC: All right, everyone find

your way into the hug circle.

Come on.

Otis, would you please
join us over here.

We all know what to do
in the hug circle, right?

This is a feeling
that you can have

anywhere you are.

You can always come back here.

To this pool.

To this circle.

To this feeling.

Hugging yourself releases
the cuddle hormone.

Can you feel that?

And that's a tool
we can use wherever we are.

You can't do this everywhere.

Right?

You can, actually.

You can't do this

in a car on the freeway
or in court.

Well, maybe
if you used this tool,

you wouldn't end up in court.

Isn't hugging yourself
like tickling yourself?

Like, you can't...
you can't tickle yourself?

PERCY:
Well, my shit feel good.

- (laughter)
- I'm releasing all them hormones.

Percy, you might be
too good at this.

It's my fourth time in rehab.

And I tried this in court.

- That's how I ended up here.
- (laughter)

- ALEC: Hey, Otis.
- (laughs): What do you mean?

- Aw, shit. Holla at you.
- All right, see you.

I have a suggestion.

I think maybe you
should go out into the woods

and scream as loud as you can.

Just go out there alone
and do that.

Are you fucking with me?

Let me know how it went.

- They got you doing exposure?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I got PTSD.

- Get the fuck out of here.
- (chuckles)

I thought only soldiers and
black people got that shit.

I don't know. I guess...

I just know I'm stuck here,
and these people...

wasting my fucking time.

I don't have time for this.

The fuck you know about time?
(chuckles)

My cousin got eight years
in prison. Eight.

They got a nigga here knitting
a motherfucking scarf

and listening to you
bitch about time.

- Right.
- Look at this place.

My cousin saw me, he would beat
my motherfuckin' ass.

Yeah, you should
send him a scarf.

- (laughs)
- A what?

What am I gonna say?
"Hey, stay warm, nigga."

I'm in this pool...
hugging myself.

Skwoosh.

(laughs)

(insects chirping, chittering)

(panting)

(chicken squawks)

(distorted clucking)

JAMES: I can't get sober
for you, Otis.

(sniffs)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(starts engine)

(phone ringing)

OTIS:
Hey, Mom.

Otis. I'm so glad
you picked up.

- How are you?
- Uh, you doing good?

Yeah, yeah, I'm good.
Thank you.

I was on set,
and Mr. Walsh came.

- JAMES: Gary Walsh.
- Harry Walsh.

- Gary Walsh.
- Gary Walsh.

I don't know his first name.

He asked me if...

- I wanted to be in an M.O.W.
- What's that?

- A Movie of the Week.
- Oh.

It's shooting in Vancouver,

and, uh, in a couple
of months, and...

Can your father leave
the country?

- Oh, uh... I think so.
- And you need to get your passport.

- Can he go with you? Because...
- I think... I think he's, uh...

I think he-he can go.
Hang on. Let me ask.

Uh, she wants to know
if you can leave the country.

LINDA:
Honey? Otis? Honey?

- Why did she ask you that?
- Because of his record, honey.

Well, she said
because of your record.

I know because of my record.
I know because of my record!

- I'm asking why you're asking a 12-year-old, woman.
- He knows...

Fuck me, man.
You know,

- Okay, I'll ask.
- you don't fuckin' get it.

- Do you want to talk to her?
- No! Fuck no,

I don't want to talk to her!

- No, he doesn't wanna...
- Not available.

- he doesn't wanna talk to you.
- Fuckin' drama, man.

Okay, well, that's fine.
I've asked Tom

to get your passports, sweetie.
Don't even...

- Oh. You did? Oh, yeah. Okay.
- Where's my lighter?

She said you can ask Tom to
deal with the passports, so...

- Oh, fuckin' fantastic! Great. Fantastic.
- so it's easy...

Oh, Tom's gonna do it?
Yeah, Tom'll fuckin' do it.

- Tom'll do it, Tom'll do it.
- No, he's...

- (door opens)
- definitely not gonna come to the phone.

Yeah.

Tell Tom to come
to the fuckin' phone!

Damn it, where's my lighter at?

LINDA:
If your father is gonna act

- like a child...
- JAMES: Oh, wow, man.

JAMES: You just want to push
my fuckin' buttons, girl. Fuck.

- Okay. And, uh, just repeat it?
- LINDA: Yeah.

OTIS: Okay. I can try. "I have
long ago forgiven you, James.

- JAMES: Who are you talkin' to?
- LINDA: But I am not the one...

"But I'm not the one

- "that had to jump out
- JAMES: Oh. Here we go.

- "of a moving car, so you didn't rape me."
- Here we go.

Here we go
with this fucking victim shit.

"Here we go with this
fucking victim shit."

She goes on and on every time
she fuckin' calls up here.

- Say it into the phone.
- "Every fuckin' time."

LINDA:
Hey, you were the biggest love

- of my life.
- "You were the biggest love

- of my life."
- JAMES: Well, then treat me better, bitch!

"Do you know
what I went through?"

JAMES:
What who went... Motherfuck!

What-what-what I went...
what who went through?!

They put me in a fuckin' box!
I didn't even...

What is the point
of calling up here?!

Fuck!

LINDA:
I was always...

- "I was always there for y..."
- God, get outside!

You know what the fuck I do?
I put my fucking ass

on the line every fuckin' day!

For this boy!
For this boy!

Well, that ain't
my fault, is it?

Oh, no, you can stop screaming.

I can't to this.
I really can't, woman.

- ♪ ♪
- (James continues indistinctly)

♪ ♪

(exhales)

- JAMES: Boss.
- Hey.

- Hey, fuck off.
- (chuckles)

How you doing? I'm James.
I'm a double winner.

AA MEMBERS:
Hi, James.

JAMES: Uh, my sobriety date
is June 4, 1988.

- Carlos Naranjo's my sponsor.
- Hey, how you doing?

- Moorpark's my home group.
- Great.

Thank you
for bringing me in here.

♪ ♪

My mother, Jocelyn Joy Ginger,

she is a writer and a poet.

She wrote songs.
She wound up

an alcoholic working,
uh, in Shreveport.

Lucky Luciano's
gambling casino.

Met my father there.

They were the only ones
left in the bar.

Sometimes love's like that.
(chuckling)

Hey-o.

YOUNG OTIS:
What the fuck is that?

SHY GIRL: You can walk on water
till someone tells you

that you don't know how to.

You understand?

Yeah.

Hey.

Are you cold?

JAMES:
Yeah, when I was,

- uh, 11, my mother figured
- Come here.

that was a good time to tell me
she, uh, preferred women.

Specifically this woman...

who was a mean-ass woman
and an outrageous alcoholic.

She'd beat you over the head
until she broke her hand,

just keep laying in on you.

Just... did not give a shit.

Do it again the next day.

Always remember her hand
in a cast.

(sputters)
Drama.

Just drama, you know?

Mother fell out of a window,
landed on a freeway.

Major fucking drama.
(chuckles)

(clears throat)

Had alcohol and weed,
and I grieved her, and, uh,

then I joined the army.

'Cause what else?

And I came home...

uh, spun out.

I did so much fucking cocaine,

can't breathe out
my nose no more.

Started shooting it in
into my arm.

Just didn't give a shit
no more.

Drinking every day
straight. Weeks.

Fell into a blackout.

Woke up a sex offender.

(breath trembles)

Said I didn't rape the girl,
but I did enough

to get her
to jump out of a moving car.

Yeah, that's where
my disease took me.

And they took me to Tehachapi,

and I stayed there
for three years, nine months.

Lost a lot.

Found a program in jail.

Found God in the program.

Found page 429. It says:

"Those actions
that once made you feel

"completely... ashamed...

"(chuckles softly):
and totally discouraged

"will allow you to share
with other people

how to be
a useful human being."

Found gratitude in God.

Realized I had a son
I had to raise.

- (rubbing hand on leg)
- A boy.

My boy.

♪ ♪

Otis.

(chuckles softly)

I'm trying my best...

(cries softly)

...for that kid.

But I'm in pain
like a motherfucker, man.

(wry laugh)
You know?

(breath trembles)

♪ ♪

(slap)

(laughs softly)

(slap)

♪ ♪

(kiss)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(birds chirping)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(sighs)

(whooping)

(roaring yell)

(roaring yell)

(yell echoes)

(birds chirping)

(yelling)

JAMES: It's not fun
if you start cheating, Otis.

I know you're sandbagging.

I know you're holding
jacks and nines.

Put a nine down.

- If I had something, I'd put it down.
- I know what you have.

You've got a mirror
behind you, smart guy.

And I'm looking
for one of those nines, please.

- No can do.
- Bullshit.

- Gin.
- Bullshit.

No, you didn't.

- Gin.
- No, you did not.

- Fifty...
- And you had the six.

Goddamn. I knew it, too.

I knew you had it.
I knew it. I saw it.

I saw it on your face.
Put it down.

- 86.
- I'm getting better.

- Because you're lying.
- I'm learning to lie.

Yeah, well, you lie
for a living, poop butt.

We all do.

- I don't.
- Yeah, you do.

No, sir.

- You lie.
- I'm telling you, I'm a lot of things,

a liar's not one
of them, buddy.

Why won't you hold my hand?

Because I don't want people
thinking I'm a chicken hawk.

Deal the cards.
I'm going to get a soda.

(door closes)

Hey, hey. How's it going? Hey.

- Otis.
- Thank you for that.

That was really amazing.

I-I felt like
a demon moved out.

That was powerful.

Are you acting right now?

You know, we all are,
all the time.

Okay.

Are you being sincere
right now,

or are you mocking me?

Both.

I'm not going anywhere.

Good.

- You're not gonna wear me out.
- I'm not trying.

This is not me judging you.

What is it, then?

It's just me saying,

"I will see you
in class, Otis."

Uh...

- (door opens)
- ALEC: Otis.

Yeah. Yeah.

- What's up?
- Do you know how to...

- close a door gently?
- Yes, of course.

- How?
- (sighs)

You pull with one hand
and you push with the other.

Good.

OTIS:
No, I don't...

- I... (sighs)
- MORENO: Okay.

It's okay to be frustrated.

(sighs) I don't need to talk
about my fucking dad.

It doesn't make
any sense that I'm...

My dad's not
the reason I drink.

My dad's not the reason
I drink.

He's the reason I work.

He just takes credit for-for

everything in my life
that is good.

My dad's the kind of guy
that takes credit

for other people's ideas.

Even his AA shares
are-are an amalgamation

of other AA shares.

- So having your own ideas is key.
- (sighs)

(sighs)

(sighs)

Start writing, Otis.

(sniffles, sighs)

(chickens clucking)

(brushes hands together)

Buddy, hey.

Hey. Hey.

Hey. (whistles)

(whispering): Hey, you know
what the white spot is

in the center of chicken shit?

- (chickens clucking)
- (birds chirping)

(wind whistling softly)

YOUNG OTIS:
...so fucking funny.

JAMES: I can't figure out who
the fuck you are, actor man.

YOUNG OTIS:
I want you to be here, Dad.

JAMES:
Don't lie to me.

YOUNG OTIS:
Yes.

- (door creaks)
- JAMES (over radio): Do it.

YOUNG OTIS: Just give me
a fucking cigarette, Dad.

JAMES: We're gonna keep going
till you make me laugh,

and we're gonna do it
all fucking night. Ready?

YOUNG OTIS:
Give me a fucking cigarette.

- JAMES: You want a cigarette?
- Yeah.

Do you know
I'm doing you a favor?

Who else is gonna give
a felon a job?

JAMES:
You're doing me a favor?

YOUNG OTIS:
I'm not stupid...

(radio dial clicking,
conversation distorts)

(voices garbled through static)

- (James chuckles)
- YOUNG OTIS: Here I go.

JAMES: You've been
fucking your life up.

OTIS:
Yeah, what'd you hear?

JAMES: Thought they were
gonna put you away

- for real this time.
- Yeah, that wasn't me.

- JAMES: Oh, it wasn't you?
- No.

- JAMES: Who was that then?
- (sighs)

OTIS:
You.

It's magic. Every single time
I drink, you take over.

- JAMES: Oh, yeah? I take over? Yeah?
- Poof. Yeah.

JAMES: Does your dick
get bigger too, peckerwood?

(gasps)

(Percy snoring)

(snoring continues)

(sighs)

(sighs)

♪ ♪

(birds chirping)

- (birds chirping, cawing)
- (wind chimes jingling)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(birds chirping, calling)

- (gong crashes)
- (martial arts grunting)

Oh, what's up now, dawg?

You know, I could probably
kick your butt.

You know, I'm the funny one
around here.

You stand up, I'm gonna
kick your butt right now.

Oh, you got to bow?
You got to bow? Ready?

- (martial arts grunting)
- JAMES: I don't give a fuck.

Well, who's
fucking fault is that?

I don't care.
I'll be the bad guy.

- I don't give a shit. It's done.
- (switch clicks)

- That's it. That's it. Come here.
- Now coming inward.

Good take, good take.
You did it, you did it.

Good job, everybody.
Let's go.

Come here.

- Dad, I-I have things...
- That's it. No.

It's gonna take
another 20 minutes

to get the boy out the costume.

We banked three hours
of school today, Kev.

You said it was over
ten minutes ago.

It's been 30 minutes.

- Get the man another watch!
- Hey, D-Dad, I was...

- JAMES: Come here.
- I was getting the scene.

- Yeah, I don't care.
- Okay?

- I don't care. Come here.
- I was...

- I was gonna get...
- (door slams) - Come here.

- Come here.
- Okay.

Child labor laws!

- I heard he stole some diamonds.
- (rap music playing)

- Oh, y'all know what it was?
- Mm-hmm.

It was two fucking hours.

Motherfucker was trying
to make it to Mexico!

(laughter)

- He didn't make it though.
- What he trying to do,

- going by?
- He didn't make it.

JAMES: Says here
that you are the sight gag.

- Yeah.
- Okay?

You see all these
workout faces?

That's your opportunity.

That's where you bring
the funny shit, yeah?

That's where
you flare your nostrils

and give me everything you got.
Show me.

Look. (grunting)

That's not funny though.

- What's not funny?
- The-the... the nostrils.

I like it a lot.
I think it's very funny.

- Okay, fine. Okay.
- Just try it.

- Let's go.
- Ready?

"Jeff, come on,
it's been over an h..." See?

And you're gonna start
on the floor after I just said

- it's a sight gag.
- I... I told you,

- it's just for heart rate.
- Yeah, but if it's a sight gag

and I can't see you,
how the fuck does that work?

I'm just getting into
the, into... (sighs)

I just told...

- You just told me what?
- I just told you, like,

I don't need to do it
in the scene.

It's not gonna
happen in the scene.

Nobody cares about
the fucking heart rate.

I care about
the fucking heart rate, okay?

They want to see funny faces.

All right, heart rate man.

- Great.
- They want to see funny faces, Otis.

But all right, let's go. Ready?

"Jeff, come on,
it's been over an hour.

"I got a date with Dewey.

"I got to get in there.
I got to do my hair.

What are you doing in there?"

(grunting):
What... if...

- That's it.
- I... was... doing...

something... stupid...

BOTH:
in... here...

Jac...

que...

lin...!

"As opposed to this?"

I know you want to hang out
with your secret buddies,

- but I have to...
- "Buddies." Hold on.

- (women chattering outside)
- (door opens)

JAMES:
Shut the fuck up!

I can't think in here!

It's 12:00 midnight.
Shut the fuck up.

Some of us got jobs.

- You know what I'm saying?
- (chatter continues)

Shut the fuck up!

I don't do this shit
to you, Deb,

but you're having
a fucking quinceañera!

It's 12:00 midnight!

- What the fuck?
- Keep going with this shit!

I'll call la migra
in a fucking heartbeat!

I don't give a fuck!

Worry about
your son over there!

Worry about yourself!

(Deb continues shouting
in distance)

(door opens)

- (door slams)
- JAMES: I'm gonna fuckin'...

I'm gonna crack in half,
I swear to God.

This place...
(sighs)

(knocking)

JAMES:
No.

- (knocking)
- No, Deb. No!

- No, Deb!
- Come on out here.

- Back off my door!
- All right, I'll do that.

- I will... I will do that.
- It's about respect.

And I understand that.
Well, if you got your respect,

- Hey, hey, hey, hey...
- you got to respect

that me and my girls
are over there chillin'

- Go over by the flagpole!
- at our party

- enjoying ourself, okay?
- JAMES: I'm not trying

- to interfere with that!
- You knew it was a spot

- when you moved in here, okay?
- Okay.

- And it is what it is.
- Okay, well,

it is what it is,
and it ain't

- what it fucking ain't, isn't it?
- It is, yes...

So why don't you get your silly
ass back the fuck over there?

Oh, so you acting like
you run something now in here?

- I'll stop...
- Run what?

You don't run shit here.

You better miss me with that.

- You don't run a damn thing over here!
- Okay.

That's strike one!
That's strike one!

- I'll wait.
- Now it's fucking war!

Motherfucker!

- You ready?
- Let's take a break.

I don't want to take a break.
You got this scene.

- Let's go again.
- I-I have the scene.

- You don't have the scene yet.
- I think... I think it's okay.

Let's just, let's just end it.

Yeah, but I don't think
it's okay, so we're

gonna keep going
till you make me laugh,

or we're gonna do it
all fucking night. Ready?

Give me a fucking cigarette.

- You want a cigarette?
- Yeah.

There.

There you go.
You happy now?

There you go, Fauntleroy.
You got a fucking cigarette.

Go ahead, smoke it.

Oh, look at that.
You're gonna let it burn

a hole in the carpet?
I don't give a shit.

You're paying for it.

Do what you want.

Do you know I'm doing you
a favor by paying you

- to be my chaperone?
- You're doing me a favor?

- Wow.
- Who else is gonna give

- a felon a job?
- You're doing me a favor?

- I'm not stupid.
- I don't like when you talk to me like that.

I don't like you talking to me
like I work for you,

- like I'm your mother.
- You do work for me. I'm your boss.

You know what?
Don't say another fuckin' word.

I'm about to lose my shit,
right now.

You're pushing me
over the fuckin' edge.

You understand what I'm saying?

I don't have to be here.

I can be gone in a second.
I can be gone in a second.

I can be pulling eight,
ten grand a week.

- I want you to be here.
- Shut your fuckin' mouth.

Didn't I say don't say
another fuckin' word?

- I want you...
- Shut the fuck up.

Shut the fuck up! Didn't I say
don't say a fuckin' word?

- Say one more word. Say one more word.
- I want...

You want to be
a fucking smart-ass with me?

Shut the fuck up.
Didn't I say that?

Huh? Didn't I say that to you?

I want you to be here, Dad.

- Now you want me to be here?
- Yes.

I can't figure out who
the fuck you are, actor man.

What the fuck
do you want me to be here for?

- Give me one reason.
- You have good instincts.

I have good instincts?
I got rodeo clown instincts.

Why I could never make it
in Hollywood.

I like pussy too much.

You could if you started
when I did.

And then I could have been
a big fucking, uh, uh,

a champion pie fighter?

Huh? Doing fucking push-ups.

Wipe your face, Otis.
Don't cry in front of me.

I'm not gonna
ask you again, Otis.

You keep pushing me.

Thank you.

- And the other one.
- Mmm, mmm, mmm!

Well, this culinary spread
is beautisimiss, Jeff.

Well, it's all thanks
to Royston.

Thank you, Royston.
This is splendid.

(mocking):
This is splendid.

- What has gotten into you, son?
- You know what?

Here.

Here's the keys
to the new house. Take that.

(sighs) Is that what
you think this is all about?

That... I'm leaving

because Mommy and I
got a second house?

Well, yeah.

Royston, do you mind?

You heard him, Royston.

So you're staying?

Of course.

Do you really think I would
leave you and Royston behind?

(softly):
I just... I just...

(sighs) Well, I just thought
you didn't love us anymore.

Oh.

I love you, Jeff.

I love you more
than words can say.

(TV Dad sighs)

DIRECTOR:
And cut. We have it.

- (others clapping)
- Yeah, that was great.

You feeling all right?

- (bell rings)
- DIRECTOR: Beautiful.

(TV Dad clears throat)

DIRECTOR:
Yeah, we need a wide shot...

Well, this culinary spread
is beautisimiss, Jeff.

OTIS: Well,
it's all thanks to Royston.

(Otis snaps fingers)

TV DAD:
Thank you, Royston.

- This is splendid.
- (mocking): "This is splendid."

What has gotten into you, son?

Dad?

I need you to hear me.

I'm gonna say some things
that I got to say,

and I need you
to not interrupt me or run off.

Okay?

I was thinking.

The other day
when we were talking about...

Tom and the rodeo,
and I was thinking

what other happy memories
I had of you and me, and...

and I-I swear to God...

I've always been waiting
for you to act like a real dad.

You haven't done that one time.

I've missed you
for a long time, Dad.

TV DAD:
I love you, Jeff.

I love you more
than words can say.

What?

- What?
- (TV show continues)

- Ow.
- Otis...

hey, what's wrong with you?
Go pick that up.

OTIS (on TV):
I'll kick your butt.

No, I'm the funny one
around here.

You stand up, I'm gonna kick
your butt right now.

- What are you crying about?
- I'm not crying.

Otis.

Tom.

- Aw, fuck.
- He still fixed our passports

after you threatened
to face-fuck his dead family.

- Yeah, well...
- You're a sex offender.

- You know, he kept pushing.
- He's a federal employee.

- Okay...
- He's a grown man, he's gonna figure...

Shut the fuck up!

Don't talk to me
like that, Otis.

Listen to me and let me talk!

Lower your voice, Otis.

I want you to be
a better dad to me.

- All right.
- So I want you to promise me...

put your pinky out right now...
and I want you to promise me

that you're
gonna be better to me...

Yeah, I'll be better to you.

This is not a joke.

This is not one of your
fucking stupid little jokes.

Yeah, what is this, man?

End of our agreement.

It's the end of our agreement?

I'll tell you what,
I get it, man.

I hear you.
You want a better father.

A father who teaches you
lessons and stuff.

Yeah?

And you deserve one.

You do.

So...

(sighs)
I'm gonna try harder.

We're gonna start fresh
right here, right now.

Lesson number one.

All smart guys know...

if you can hit
your boss once...

(slap)

- (sobbing)
- ...then you can hit him twice.

- Don't talk to me like that.
- Go away!

Gladly, pal.

(door opens)

(sniffling)

(door closes)

(Otis crying)

♪ ♪

(crying)

(crying)

OTIS:
Give me a cigarette, Dad.

Not until you get this scene.
You're gonna make me laugh,

or we're gonna do this
all fuckin' night.

I'm doing you a favor by
paying you to be my chaperone.

Give me
a fuckin' cigarette, Dad.

Whoa, you're doing who
a favor?

- (sobbing)
- You. Who else is gonna give a felon a job?

(crying):
I'm not stupid. I have you

(sobbing):
to do that.

(sobbing continues)

What are your SUDS now?

I don't fucking know!

I'm not a fucking number.

What's the fucking point
of doing this?

What's the fucking point of
putting a number to it if...

So we can track progress.

Well, for fucking who?
For fucking who?

If it... if it works,
I'm gonna know, won't I?

For court.

(sniffles)

Eighty.

Let's bring it down.

Oh, my God.

Cactus, window,

- carpet, pen.
- One more.

You're a ridiculous person.
You know that, right?

You think you're fucking smart,

'cause you got me
to act for you?

I've been doing this shit
my whole fuckin' life.

For a living.

I would know if it works.

This is all bullshit.

How am I supposed
to have therapy

with my probation officer?

Name one more thing.

(sighs)

You.

The only thing
my father gave me

that was of any value is pain.

And you want to take that away?

Can I?

♪ I found peace ♪

♪ In my way ♪

♪ But it didn't last ♪

♪ Beyond the day ♪

♪ I've had glimpses ♪

♪ Around the bend ♪

♪ But in the morning ♪

♪ I start again ♪

♪ I feel the sun ♪

♪ Hot on my face ♪

♪ Mm-hmm ♪

♪ And I hear my blood... ♪

♪ Giving way ♪

♪ I've had some glimpses ♪

♪ Around the bend ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ You know if I didn't ♪

♪ I'd have killed myself ♪

♪ Today ♪

♪ Now, Mama ♪

♪ I'm so tired... ♪

♪ From the bullshit ♪

♪ Mama, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, and my soul cried... ♪

♪ From the bullshit ♪

♪ Mama, yeah ♪

♪ And I'm so tired... ♪

♪ But I know I'll make it ♪

♪ With you by my side ♪

♪ Mm-hmm ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Perhaps ♪

♪ I'm crazy ♪

♪ Still I'm thinking ♪

♪ There is change ♪

♪ In the air ♪

♪ We were trying... ♪

♪ Together ♪

♪ Mm-hmm ♪

♪ Now we're trying ♪

♪ Just to care ♪

♪ And I'm so tired... ♪

♪ But I know I'll make it ♪

♪ With you by my side ♪

♪ Yes, yes ♪

♪ Whoo... ♪

(groans)

(sighs)

(exhales)

What are you doing here?

I'm looking after your son.

Otis?

(clears throat)
Otis.

You fucked my son.

Mm-mm.

You fuck your son.

Get out of
the fucking room, bitch.

(slap)

Goddamn it.

- (door slams)
- (sighs)

(sighs)

Get my glasses.

Did you fuck that woman?

- She's just friendly.
- She's just friendly?

She don't give
a friendly fuck about you.

She don't give a...
You think she gives

a friendly fuck
about a victim?

- I'm not a victim.
- No? You are a victim.

You're 12 fucking
years old, man.

What do you think
the fuck it is? (groans)

I love her.

(groans)
Fuck you, you love her.

I do.

(belches)

Ooh...

(vomit splashes in toilet)

(grunts, coughs)

Love sells diapers, pal.

(objects clattering)

She holds my hand.
You slap me in the face.

Well, I'm your father.
You can't buy that shit.

- Yes, you can. I do.
- Don't!

Don't fucking push me now.

I'm not scared of you.

Don't I know it.

Fuck this shit.

I don't want to be here no more.

You can't leave.

I can do what the fuck I want.
I'm an adult.

You can't leave.

Fine. Take me with you.

Fuck off.

Call Tom. Get him to fucking
pick up some applesauce.

- Go fuckin' camping, man.
- Let me in, Dad.

Fuck off. You're in.

(wry chuckle)
You're so fuckin' in.

(exhales)

You made it.

Hey-o!

I never could.
Fuckin' congratulations.

Good on you, honey boy.

- None of it's real, though.
- (chuckles): Yeah, well...

there it is there, isn't it?

None of it's real.

It's more valuable that way.

(sighs)
That's my fucking advice.

That's my advice to you.
That's my fatherly advice.

You picking up on that?

You chase the bullshit
forever, man.

- Mom says that you...
- (belches) Your mother says

a whole fuckin' lot of shit,
your mother.

(wry chuckle)
It's naive.

The real world...

truth is:
wood fuckin' rots, man.

You know, stone crumbles.
People fucking die.

That's the real world.
The only thing

that's gonna live on is stories
and fables and dreams.

I don't understand.

(belches)

You're 12 fuckin' years old.

I want to understand.

- I want stories.
- I know.

Well, you get stories
every week.

Pull 'em out
the fucking envelope.

You don't need me for stories.

You make your own stories.

How do you think it feels...

for me to have
my son talk to me

the way that you talk to me,

have my son paying me?

How do you think that feels?

You wouldn't be here
if I didn't pay you.

(moans sadly)

(crying)

(sniffles)

(James takes deep breath)

Horse trade.

You stop putting me down.

You stop...

(sighs)
you know, shitting on me,

and bringing up the past...
I can't get out from under it...

and I'll...

teach you what I know,
I'll give you what I have.

Okay.

Deal.

(kiss)

MORENO:
There's no quick fix.

But you can start from here.

(birds chirping,
chickens clucking)

You need to get rid
of what doesn't work, Otis.

(clucking)

(sighs)
I'm growing, son.

I know. I see it.

No, fuck you, you see it.

I'm growing marijuana
on the side of the freeway.

Sinsemilla on the 101.

- Dad.
- What?

- What if they catch you again?
- Who's "they"?

OTIS:
The police. The city.

JAMES: The city,
they're watering it for me.

There's no tail.

This crop works,
I'm gonna plant

the whole fucking freeway,
and you and me

are gonna build a tree house
on the fucking moon, buddy.

Trust me, honey boy.
I'm your father.

(clicks tongue)

♪ ♪

JAMES:
You know, the older you get,

you learn a couple things
about life.

You get to know
what you come from.

Now, what you come from is,

you come from a line
of alcoholics, son.

JAMES:
Look behind me.

- Didn't I promise you a tree house?
- No.

I'm a man of my word
is what I am.

Don't be shy.
There you go.

(chuckles):
Get in there. It's yours.

JAMES:
A long line...

of good people
who were hurting

and didn't know
what the fuck to do.

So they drank a lot.

Here, touch it.

Come on, bring it up.

- Sticky.
- Yes, sir.

Yeah, that's
magical stuff there.

That's God right there,
peckerwood.

JAMES: Every single one of us
got a grudge.

- Hey, Dad!
- Every single one of us

got somebody
that fucked us over.

(chicken clucks)

And I know you got one...

and you got to lay
the grudge down,

or it's gonna fuckin' kill you.

Hey, Ruby.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- Okay, put your hands up.
- (hacking)

(laughs):
Put your hands up. Oh, no.

JAMES:
You know, a seed

has to totally destroy itself
to become a flower.

That's a violent act,
honey boy.

♪ ♪

Nobody's mad at me anymore.

- Huh.
- That's all I ever wanted.

- (chicken clucking)
- (sighs)

You'll get there, too.

I'm gonna make a movie
about you.

You're making a movie about me?

Well, make me look good,
honey boy.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(intro to Bob Dylan's "All
I Really Want to Do" playing)

♪ I ain't lookin' ♪

♪ To compete with you ♪

♪ Beat or cheat ♪

♪ Or mistreat you ♪

♪ Simplify you ♪

♪ Classify you ♪

♪ Deny, defy ♪

♪ Or crucify you ♪

♪ All I ♪

♪ Really ♪

♪ Want to do ♪

♪ Is, baby,
be friends with you ♪

(harmonica and guitar playing)

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♪ No, and I ain't lookin' ♪

♪ To fight with you ♪

♪ Frighten you ♪

(laughs):
♪ Or uptighten you ♪

♪ Drag you down ♪

♪ Or drain you down ♪

♪ Chain you down ♪

♪ Or bring you down ♪

♪ All I ♪

♪ Really ♪

♪ Want to do ♪

♪ Is, baby,
be friends with you ♪

(harmonica and guitar playing)

♪ I ain't lookin' ♪

♪ To block you up ♪

♪ Shock or knock ♪

♪ Or lock you up ♪

♪ Analyze you ♪

♪ Categorize you ♪

♪ Finalize you ♪

♪ Or advertise you ♪

♪ All I ♪

♪ Really ♪

♪ Want to do ♪

♪ Is, baby,
be friends with you ♪

(harmonica and guitar playing)

♪ All I ♪

♪ Really ♪

♪ Want to do ♪

♪ Is, baby,
be friends with you ♪

(harmonica and guitar playing)

♪ I don't want ♪

♪ To meet your kin ♪

♪ Make you spin ♪

♪ Or do you in ♪

♪ Or select you ♪

♪ Or dissect you ♪

♪ Or inspect you ♪

♪ Or reject you ♪

♪ All I ♪

♪ Really ♪

♪ Want to do ♪

♪ Is, baby,
be friends with you ♪

(harmonica and guitar playing)

♪ ♪

♪ I don't want ♪

♪ To fake you out ♪

♪ Take or shake ♪

♪ Or forsake you out ♪

♪ I ain't lookin' ♪

♪ For you to feel like me ♪

♪ See like me ♪

(laughs):
♪ Or be like me ♪

♪ All I ♪

♪ Really ♪

♪ Want to do ♪

♪ Is, baby,
be friends with you. ♪

(harmonica and guitar playing)

(song fades)

(objects rattling, clacking)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(music ends)

(chicken clucking)

(wings flutter)

(chicken clucks,
flutters wings)