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♪ Time was drifting, this rock had got to roll ♪

♪ So I hit the road and made my getaway ♪

Now, you being late makes me late.

Hold your-- and I'll fix the fucking battery.

♪ Searching for a better way

Tim, if I miss my shift, Junior's gonna fucking fire me.

Who's he gonna hire?

There's like two bangable chicks in this town

and you're one of 'em.

Can't have people come over for a fucking weekend.

♪ Kept on looking for a way to take me through the night ♪

♪ Couldn't get it right

♪ Philly's fever uh, made me feel all right ♪

♪ But I must admit it got the best of me ♪

♪ Getting down so deep I could have drowned ♪

♪ Now I can't get back the way I used to be ♪

♪ Kept on looking for a sign in the middle of the night ♪

♪ But I couldn't see the light

♪ No, I couldn't see the light

♪ Kept on looking for a way to take me through the night ♪

♪ Couldn't get it right

♪ New York City took me with the tide ♪

♪ And I nearly died from hospitality ♪

♪ Left me stranded, took away my pride ♪

♪ Just another.

Hi, Taylor.

♪ Kept on looking for a sign in the middle of the night ♪

♪ I couldn't see the light

♪ No, I couldn't see the light

Hey, you still married to that douchebag?

I'm still married, Dale.

Yeah, yeah, always bullshitting.

I'm not bullshitting you. Sure.

You know, I've been a married woman.

I'm getting me a private dance if I want.

I'll see what I can do.

♪ Couldn't get it right Hey, girl.

♪ Kept on looking for a sign in the middle of the night ♪

Hey, Bailey, you're late.

I know, I know.

♪ Couldn't see the light

Hey, hey.

You're fucking late. I know.

- I'm getting dressed. - Late, late, late,

but strolling in like everything's good.

- What is that? - What?

You see that video I sent you?

Fucking crocodile taking down that anaconda?

Yeah, man.

- Bro. - That was-- that was nuts.

I saw that and I was like, "Darryl's got to see this shit."

Here's your drink, baby.

What's up, Jan?

I thought for sure that crocodile kicked his ass.

Yeah.

Look so good tonight.

Yo, yo.

- Hands off. - Come on, man.

You cannot touch the girls, dude.

Is that Scridge?

That fucking Scridge?

Dude's banging. I don't know how he got in.

♪ New York City took me with the tide ♪

♪ And I nearly died from hospitality ♪

♪ Left me stranded, took away my pride ♪

♪ Just another no account fatality ♪

♪ Kept on looking for a sign in the middle of the night ♪

♪ Couldn't see the light

♪ No, I couldn't see the light

♪ But I couldn't see the light

♪ No, I couldn't see the light

♪ Couldn't get it right

Mm.

Hm.

And now, coming to the main stage,

let's hear it for Summer.

♪ I'm through, I'm through, I'm through ♪

♪ This that hot girl bummer anthem ♪

♪ Turn it up and throw a tantrum ♪

♪ This that hot girl bummer anthem ♪

♪ Turn it up and throw a tantrum ♪

♪ This that throw up in your Birkin bag ♪

♪ Hook up with someone random

♪ This that social awkward suicide ♪

♪ That buy your lips and buy your likes ♪

♪ I swear she had a man

♪ But shit hit different when it's Thursday night ♪

♪ That college dropout music

♪ Every day leg day, she be too thick ♪

♪ And my friends are all annoying ♪

♪ But we go dumb, yeah, we go stupid ♪

♪ This that 10K on the table just so we can be secluded ♪

♪ And the vodka came diluted ♪

♪ One more line, I'm superhuman ♪

♪ Fuck--

Blank 'em, dude.

Yeah, but they're gonna counter.

No, man, we're gonna get in and get out.

They ain't gonna have time to organize

a counteroffensive, dude.

Come on.

There are other two over here.

We need cover fire.

What? Yeah.

Tim, are you playing the game still?

J-- hey, hey, you gotta cover me,

Rod, just for a second.

Just fucking cover me, man.

No, that ain't me crying.

Come on, yeah.

Hang on, hang on. Hang on, Jordan.

Hang on. Hang on.

Are you kidding me?

♪ And you

♪ This that hot girl bummer anthem ♪

♪ Turn it up and throw a tantrum ♪

♪ This that hot girl bummer two-step ♪

♪ They can't box me in, I'm too left ♪

♪ This that drip, it's more like oceans ♪

♪ They can't fit--

Hey, man, no, you're doing great.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's a nine to one ratio.

Here we go.

You back?

Look, finally, come on.

Tim?

Fuck.

What? You dead?

No, no, no. No, no, no, it's not about you, Rod.

No. Fuck.

Come-- come on.

What the fuck?

Come on, dog.

Fucking cheap, Chinese piece of shit.

I don't know why I play with you.

Fuck. Fuck.

Daddy, bend your knees.

Sorry, sweetie.

The smallest moments can have

the biggest impact on a child's life.

Take time to be a dad today.

♪ Fuck you and you and you

♪ I hate your friends and they hate me too ♪

♪ I'm through, I'm through, I'm through ♪

♪ This that hot girl bummer anthem ♪

♪ Turn it up and throw a tantrum ♪

♪ Fuck you and you and you

♪ I hate your friends and they hate me too ♪

♪ Fuck you and you and you

♪ This that hot girl bummer anthem ♪

♪ Turn it up and throw a tantrum ♪

Fuck. Fuck, fuck.

Oh, come on, man.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck!

Hey, girl. Hey, I want a private dance.

Okay, let me go get changed and I'll come find you.

No, I'm talking about now.

Stop. Why do you fucking do this all the time?

Come on. - Security! Security, goddammit.

Bailey just gonna give me a dance.

Dale, fuck off. - Oh, shit. Fucking Dale.

I swear to fucking God.

Stop fucking pulling on my fucking leg, Dale.

Just stay, d-- dance.

- Fuck off. - Oh, shit.

I was in the bathroom.

I'm sorry, it's this fucking medication.

Dale, calm the fuck down.

You're drunk.

Ugh.

- Oh, fuck. - Oh my fucking God.

Look, I know we ain't supposed to talk shit about

retarded people,

but those old men in wheelchairs

keep throwing coins at me.

At least they paid something.

I told my life story to table seven,

and they didn't bought one private dance.

- Those assholes. - Fucking losers.

Told y'all a hundred times,

nothing kills a hard-on faster than a talkative stripper.

- I know when-- - Excuse me.

Oh, hi.

Sorry.

You were caught there.

It was tight.

Yeah.

- Hi. - Hey, girl.

If you're selling Girl Scout cookies, you open your mouth.

I'm trying to get some boners going.

All right, just keep it sexual.

Keep it sexual, keep it festive.

- No more life stories-- - Mm-hmm.

Unless your life story's sexual.

Ooh.

Buy you breakfast?

Oh, no.

Um, I gotta get home, so Tim can go to work.

Uh, rain check?

Anytime, just ask.

Thanks, Chauncey.

Yeah, just get a new battery.

This is the limited edition

collab shorty boot.

Ah! And look at it.

Oh, my gosh, I am so in love with it already,

but I have to be honest with you guys.

These do retail at a price of $1,200.

Yeah.

Can I get a couple more grape jellies, please?

We're only allowed two per customer.

Would you like to purchase additional jellies?

Well, I had two orders of food.

Does that count as two customers?

Would you like to purchase additional jellies?

Commode's clogged again.

I thought the septic tank got emptied.

I had to cancel it.

Truck's transmission needed fixing.

My car needs fixing.

I told you I'm gonna fucking.

You don't gotta repeat everything 10 times.

We could pawn your guns.

Who's gonna defend this house when they demand you take

another vaccine?

We don't need all them guns.

Bailey, two is one and one is none.

Them guns are the only thing keeping us from being Hong Kong.

You wanna be Hong Kong?

Dr. Irwin called on the way home.

Jordan's got an ear infection.

Can you pick up a prescription?

Got enough money in your account?

Yeah, I got enough money in my account.

You sure?

'Cause I could ask Dixie.

Bailey, we ain't a goddamn charity case.

Two is one and one is none.

Can you try and whistle with mama?

Mama's gonna teach you how to whistle.

Remember we were trying that?

♪ Daddy bear, a boo--

You go like this.

1, 2, 3.

♪ Mama bear, a boo, boo, boo

- ♪ Daddy bear, boo, boo - Good job, baby.

♪ Baby bear, a--

♪ Oh no, look out for the bees

♪ Buzz, buzz, buzz, time to flee ♪

♪ A buzz, buzz, buzz from the bees ♪

♪ A buzz, buzz, buzz, time to flee ♪

♪ A buzz, buzz, buzz from the bees ♪

♪ Boo, boo, boo, back again.

♪ A boo, boo, boo in our den

♪ A boo, boo, boo

♪ California, here we come

♪ Right back where we--

Hello?

I'll be right down.

♪ A boo-boo baby bear.

♪ A boo--

Mama's gonna be back in five minutes. Okay?

♪ A boo, boo, boo daddy bear a boo--♪

Hi, Taylor.

Hey, Bailey.

Ain't you off today?

I am.

- Where's the boss? - In the back.

Oh, God, is your mouth a magical place.

Uh, thank you.

Whew, I got like a ringing in my ear.

You all right? No.

I told you to do that stretch

and you didn't listen to me.

I should. I think pulled my back.

I don't know how you did that. Oh.

Hey, honey, what-- what-- what time should I be here

on Saturday?

Just get here before 7:00.

Full glam, you hear me?

Mm-hmm.

- Duh. - Duh.

Get out of here.

- Duh. - What? Oh.

I treat you too good, you know that?

Yeah.

Goddamn. Bye, Junior.

Get that mouth out of here.

Oh, hey girl.

- Hi. - Um, is he in there?

Yeah. He's right in there.

Mr. Lee.

Hold on.

- Oh, shit. - I really appreciate this.

If it wasn't for Christmas, I wouldn't ask

for my check early,

but I just want my daughter to be able.

This ain't my full paycheck.

I had to tip out the bouncers, plus you were late twice.

Five minutes late?

You want your full paycheck, try showing up to work on time.

You make all your money in tips anyway.

It ain't enough.

Well, it would be if you'd quit that stupid art dancing.

Played some fucking Skynyrd or something cool.

We get to pick our songs, okay?

That's your rule.

There are two kinds of strippers,

ones who admit it's sex work

and ones who pretend it's show business.

And bad news is, playing music nobody likes

don't make it show business.

Like, read the room, Bailey, you know?

People are going on their phones.

You're losing 'em. You don't notice that?

So now-- now why'd you make me say all that?

Now-- now I feel like the bad guy.

H-- how's that fair?

Welcome.

Hi.

Welcome.

Welcome.

Tim, can I talk to you for a minute?

Uh, you know, I'm busy.

Re--

Look, my mom passed five years this December.

Oh, no.

And nobody on Tim's side has spoke since Mamaw died,

and they all fought over her house,

so it's just been--

We all got sob stories.

- Please-- - You wanna hear some of mine?

Can I please just pick up some extra shifts?

Just before Christmas.

No, can do.

We're closed from Friday to New Year's.

What about Saturday?

Hey, you want this in the bar or the garage?

What's in that keg?

Uh, Bud Light.

Fucking knew it. Are you that retarded?

You know Daddy only drinks Miller High Life.

You know that.

It's all they had on the truck.

And you didn't even think to go anywhere else to get it?

- I. - So go to Bear County Liquor

on County Line Road.

That's a two-hour round trip.

What the fuck did you say?

I got band practice later.

Who do you think pays you for that time?

Seems to me we're-- we're paying you to do nothing but eat.

That's all I ever see you doing around here,

just shoving things into your fat fucking mouth.

You look like a hillbilly gorilla just shoving bananas

in your mouth.

- Maybe I should call Daddy-- - Sorry.

And let him know what a smartass you're being.

Huh?

Now, I don't know why you're looking at her.

I'm talking to you.

Sorry.

I ain't fussing with you.

You ain't fussing with me what?

Sir, I ain't fussing with you, sir.

Sir?

Look, I hate to be a broken record about this,

but you gotta take the hat off.

Last warning.

Customer service at pharmacy--

You know in the military they call it your cover?

If you don't take it off, my boss is gonna write me up.

Man, I'm begging you.

Looks like the mainstream media got to you too, Bill.

And it looks like the terrorists finally won.

Don't shoot the messenger.

Manager to produce.

Manager to produce.

I pledge allegiance to the flag, Bill.

Welcome.

Banana-eating-hillbilly gorilla.

What a piece of shit. Was I too hard on him?

Oh, fuck it.

Someone's gotta be, 'cause his parents weren't.

That's why he's like that.

You know, my parents were hard on me.

That's why I'm a hard worker, self-made man,

for the most part.

What's up, Darryl?

Dad's outside looking for you.

Shit.

Does it smell like smoke in here?

Goddamn it.

Dad's been irritable as fuck ever since he quit smoking.

Since just 'cause he quit, everybody else has to quit.

He say anything about the Bud Light?

I don't know, man. I-- I--

He said something about a credit card bill

and I think a football.

Fuck. Um, all right.

Go, go distract him for a second.

I'm gonna slip out back.

Whoa, whoa, man. Now, hold on a second.

He ain't gonna like that.

Now, listen, you're my boss, okay?

But let's keep it real here.

He's the boss boss.

Yeah, well who signs your paychecks, Darryl?

Me, right?

So fucking do it.

Shit.

What about my check?

You want better tips?

Show your asshole more.

Ain't rocket science.

Eyes on the road, sweetheart.

Shit, I'm sorry.

I can't believe how big she's got.

Hi, cutie.

You're so pretty.

Hi, sweetheart.

Here you go, cutie.

Wow, she's usually real finicky with food.

You're so good with her.

I better be if I wanna be a pediatric nurse.

Just need 12 more hours.

I can't wait to get the fuck out of here.

I-- I'm sorry. That was a real stupid thing to say.

Oh, no. Stop.

I had dreams, too, girl.

I was gonna move to California and do some shit,

lay on the beach, dance, be somebody.

One time when I found out I was pregnant,

thought about running off out there and you know.

Why didn't you?

I don't know.

Guilt.

Guess all that church sticks with you.

Well, it's like my mama always said, everything happens

for a reason, right?

Amen.

Any fun plans for Christmas?

Uh.

We do Christmas up at my grandma's.

You know, all the cousins drive in.

Fun. What about Christmas Eve?

Saturday?

Probably just watch some Christmas movies.

Nothing.

You know, I'd heard that there was something

going on at the club on Saturday.

Had you heard that?

No, I hadn't heard about a party.

So, it's a party?

Junior made me swear not to talk about it.

Ugh, he's gonna kill me.

Do you think he'd let me work the party i-- if you asked him?

No. No fucking way.

- That'd just piss him off. - No, it's fine. I'll ask him.

N--

Bails, no. Promise me you're not gonna say anything.

Come on.

- Please? - No.

Fine.

I won't ask him.

Thank you.

But if I'm gonna be broke, you gotta at least tell me

about this top secret party.

Spill.

eBay is the new E-Trade.

No joke. I mean it.

But you got guys bidding with automated algorithms now,

so, like I've lost one second left over a penny.

But it gets you jacked up.

It makes me feel like that Wolf on Wall Street, you know?

- It's fun. - Yeah. Yeah.

I-- I uh, I-- I don't know how eBay works, man.

But my problem is you-- you gotta watch it 24/7.

But I mean, me, I got this business to run,

so the eBay thing's just kinda--

- Mr. Lee? - Kind of a hobby.

For now, anyway.

- Mr. Lee? - But I like it.

What?

Where do you want all these?

What the fuck are those for?

You told me to get a bunch of firecrackers for New Year's.

All right. Just stack 'em up in the locker room.

All right.

So like, like, for example, I was bidding against this guy

on a puck, uh, that Wayne Gretzky hit.

- It was into the crowd. - Mr.-- Mr. Lee?

What?

Can I talk to you about something for just a second?

Kind of in the middle of a private conversation

with Darryl, but sure.

What?

I-- I hate to even bother you with this,

but um, is there any way my girlfriend Taylor

could work the party Saturday night?

Taylor?

Come on, man.

You're serious?

Uh, we could use the extra cash.

Yeah, no.

Yeah, I don't think my daddy's gonna want anybody dancing

with a neck brace on.

Kind of a weird fetish.

Uh, no dancing.

Could she work behind the bar?

Look, she gets no tips at the ticket counter.

Oh my God.

Leon, you're leaving me no choice here but to be blunt AF.

There's a reason we got her working in the spot she's in,

and it ain't just 'cause of the neck brace, you know?

She-- she's real trustworthy.

She's worked here longer than I have.

Yeah, man.

- Is it the tattoos? - It ain't about that.

It ain't about trust or fucking tattoos or anything.

Don't make me say it, man.

- Come on. - I know.

She ain't hot enough to work the main room in any capacity.

Ain't nobody coming to this party

gonna be asking for change for a nickel,

'cause it's dimes only.

You understand me?

Hey, look, if-- i-- if you find her attractive,

that's all that counts.

Oh my God, now I--

Sorry you made me say all that.

Now I feel like the bad guy.

How's that fair?

No, honey, that's your heart medicine.

No, I-- I need you to just take that with a--

No, no, you cannot drink a wine cooler with that

in the evening. Just drink the glass of water.

Honey, hold on, I got somebody in line.

Hey Tim, I gotta take another call.

Oh.

Pharmacy, can I help you?

We have a spill on--

George, you know I told you we cannot sell you no condoms

through the drive-through.

You're gonna have to come in the store yourself and pick 'em up.

There's too many damn varieties.

- That's the issue? - I-- I gotta go, baby.

No, I can sell you the COVID test

through the window.

That's all you're gonna get through the window.

Okay. Thank you. Thank you.

Have a good day.

- Okay, Betty, I'm back. - I just--

- What'd you need, baby? - Oh, come on now, Kayla.

Okay. He's coming in later to get it.

I just need Jordan's medicine. Okay. Okay.

I just need Jordan's medicine.

Okay. You have a-- you have a good day, too.

Two things at once.

You know?

- Hey, babe. - Kayla.

- Hey. Oh. - Please.

You're here to get Jordan's medicine.

Yes. Thank you. - Hang on. Hang on. Hang on.

Yep. Yes.

Okay. Okay.

Let me scan this real quick.

Okay.

132.79.

- What? - 132.79.

No, that can't be right. Yep. Yeah. Yeah.

No, it--

It was 25 last month.

That was a generic.

This is the brand name medicine,

and they-- they don't make a generic in this.

Kayla, come on.

You gonna do this to a veteran?

A veteran?

Honey, honey, I'm sorry.

You know, you know I wouldn't.

You know I would give all this stuff away

if I could, but I-- but I can't.

Could you maybe put some of this other stuff back?

I know it. I've had a rough day, too.

You have no idea the stuff that I have heard today.

This lady I had, this sweet little lady I had on the phone,

I'm sure.

I can't say, you know, for privacy policy, but I'm sure

Ms. Garrett.

You know the big deal about her and her husband.

He's gonna come down here and get her heart medicine,

then he's gonna want his Viagra filled

and his blood pressure medicine, and I might as well

just go ahead and call 911 right now.

Whoo.

I see you, Tim.

Try some. Get some.

You heard.

I think the scope's off.

Lay down.

Lay down.

Lay down.

Lay down.

Lay down.

Lay down.

Yes.

Oh my God.

Yes.

Yes.

Is that what you wanted from Santa?

- Yes. - Yeah.

Oh my God.

First day in Aspen.

Ready to hit the slopes.

Ready, Lloyd?

Or am I Lloyd?

You're definitely Harry.

But babe, try not to hurt any owls.

This is just some Jim Carrey movie that he loves.

How about this? It's our first Christmas.

- Look. - You want to open it?

Good job.

- Oh. - Oh.

She gets her arm strength from you, obviously.

- It's so cute. - Mwah.

Love you.

Let's put it on the tree.

Boo.

I-- I love you girls so much.

Daddy's girls.

Hey.

Where's the baby's medicine?

It's just some new rule with the insurance

is they don't cover cheap shit.

And what does that mean?

Don't blame me. It's the fucking government.

No one cares a fuck. Nobody gives a shit.

So, just gonna have to ask your boss for the rest of

the paycheck.

Mr. Lee, I hate to keep asking you this,

but my daughter, she needs an antibiotic,

and my husband Tim's a drunk,

and insurance just won't cover it.

Oh, it's fair.

I'm-- I'm very sad for you, Bailey, but it ain't my problem.

Can you just please give me my full paycheck?

Please. It ain't for me. It's for my daughter.

Honey, honey, I have a business to run.

Every time you're late to work, it costs me money.

So I don't think you're in any position to.

Oh, rubbing's racing, huh?

All right.

Kaboom.

Let's see what you got.

What about an advance then?

An ad-- an advance?

An ad-- an advance on what?

Shaking your ass?

You-- you gonna go to a-- a titty bank

and take out a loan?

Yes, officer, I-- I-- I swear I'm gonna shake it real good.

I'm gonna rub it all over them.

What about that private party?

What private party?

Who told you about that?

Nobody.

No, I-- I heard some of the guys

in the back just talking about it.

Bullshit. Who told you?

Dixie told you, didn't she? No, no, I--

It-- it was one of the bar backs.

Yeah.

Fucking Dixie, she got a tight ass, but a big fucking mouth.

I know there's gotta be other ways for me to make money

around here.

Hold on.

Come on.

Yes!

All right, let's go.

Welcome.

♪ Kids are out of school

♪ Out of school

♪ There's magic in Motown

♪ The city's on the move

♪ On the move

♪ In Jackson, Mississippi

This is your final warning, Tim, all right?

The hat's against dress code.

Now be a sport and take it off.

♪ Christmas in Dixie

♪ It's snowing in the pines

♪ Merry Christmas from Dixie

♪ To everyone tonight

Bill, I'm a veteran.

I fought for the right to wear this hat.

I gave up my life for this country.

Tim, that don't even make any s--

Have you been drinking?

- What? - No, come on.

Okay, three strikes. That's it.

I cannot protect you anymore.

- Come on. - Mm-mm.

- Give me the vest. - Come on, man.

Give me the vest. I am sorry.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Give me the-- And you're swearing.

Four strikes.

- Bill. - Give it to me.

Y--

Leave now before I call the cops.

Keep it.

Security to produce, please.

Security.

Fuck.

Need you to come blow in my truck, Bill,

so I can get out of here.

But--

Come on, man.

So what time should I be here for the party?

You shouldn't.

What?

If you ever come in here again

talking about shit you don't need to know about,

it ain't gonna end well for you.

You understand?

I don't know what to say.

Well, ain't nothing to say.

Sometimes you just get fucked.

But it was fun.

It was fun, and you're welcome.

♪ Five love bracelets

♪ Four Xanax bars

♪ Three months' rent

♪ Two breast implants

♪ And a Louis Vuitton Speedy

♪ Have you heard about the lonesome loser? ♪

♪ Beaten by the queen of hearts every time ♪

♪ Oh, have you heard about the lonesome loser? ♪

♪ He's a loser, but he still keeps on trying ♪

I do not say this lightly.

We could get signed off of this.

♪ Sit down.

♪ Take a look at yourself

Post it.

♪ Don't you want--

Here's the baby's medicine.

No one gives a shit about us, Bailey.

Why the hell you got your guns out?

I'll take 'em to Citi Pawn.

What'd you do now?

Bill tried to make me take my hat off, so I fucking quit.

You drunk asshole.

You didn't quit, you were fired.

I ain't got enough money to take a shit in my own home.

I'll be goddamned if somebody's gonna tell me

that I can't be proud of my service

to this fucking country.

Well, you were dishonorably discharged

from the National Guard. Okay?

Even real fucking soldiers have to come home

and get a real fucking job.

We work our goddamn asses off, and for fucking what?

For a fucking trailer?

For a broke truck that don't work?

How am I supposed to pull myself up by my bootstraps

when they're the ones selling me the fucking boots?

And who is they exactly?

This whole system's rigged, the whole fucking thing.

They wa-- they wanna send all this money

to these backwards-ass shithole fucking countries.

They wanna send out this money.

Where's my fucking money, huh?

Where's my fucking money?

Tim, I'm not listening to this

fucking Joe Rogan shit right now.

This isn't fucking Joe Rogan shit, okay?

Don't even bring Joe into this.

I'm-- I'm asking you to not be a sheep, okay?

Is that too much to fucking ask of you, to not be a sheep?

It's all 'cause about Ivermectin, isn't it?

Just admit it. Just admit it.

- That's what this is. - It's horse medicine!

It's still fucking medicine.

And you're a fucking loser that ain't never made

no fucking money.

You're a stripper, Bailey.

You're a fucking loser, too.

Want to hear a joke? Sure.

What's the difference in a stripper and a hooker?

About 200 bucks.

Throw me a beer, retard.

What the fuck is this?

I don't know. I stole it out of some lady's cart.

I just wanted Jordan to have a good Christmas.

She's 1. She ain't gonna remember it.

She's 1 1/2.

Ah, she still ain't gonna remember.

Just been a bad month.

Bad month?

It's been a bad fucking life.

This town's dead, Bailey.

America's dead.

Unless you live out on the Coast,

but just a bunch of

service industry jobs here in the middle.

You wait till the robots come and start working at McDonald's,

then we'll be really fucked.

Robots would be fine.

Maybe they'd give me enough jelly.

And do what now?

Nothing.

We'll get back on our feet.

Odds are fucking against that.

You remember when we was kids and the sawmill shut down?

There wasn't any jobs.

And they said it was a once in a lifetime event.

And then COVID came along.

Weren't any jobs.

They said it was a once in a lifetime event.

What do you suspect the odds are

that before too long another once in a lifetime event's

gonna come along?

What do you think the odds are we get royally fucked again?

Pretty fucking high.

♪ Hush, little baby

♪ Don't you cry

Any old once in a lifetime event gonna come along

and be any good for us, Bailey.

♪ You know your daddy's

Everything happens for a reason.

Spill.

Well, I was at Darryl's the other night.

Darryl said it's a--

Big Christmas party.

High rollers only.

Around here? Hmm.

What high rollers?

Well, Kandi said it's--

Gangsters from all over the state

coming in to pay respect to Roger,

'cause he's the boss over all of Arkansas.

Roger, Junior's dad.

Baby, what about the cops?

They won't call the cops.

Criminals.

Hmm.

And even if they did, out there on, you know,

just the County Line, we'd be long gone by then.

Why don't we just rob 'em when the club's closed?

There's nobody there.

Hmm?

'Cause we need them to open up that safe for us.

- Right. - Plus, all them--

all them other gangsters are gonna be there,

you know, at that Christmas party.

And we'd get all their cash, too.

I mean, Darryl told me that Crystal told him--

They bring all their cash from New Orleans,

Kansas City, all over,

and then they use the club to launder the money.

Fuck me.

How.

We can't do that.

Can we?

All I know is that one day when I was in Junior's office,

you know, chatting-- Oh.

He left the safe like, part ways open.

Oh, shit.

They had enough money in there to burn a wet mule.

Maybe this is why all the Army trains for, Tim,

maybe this is why you got discharged.

The government didn't need you, but your family does.

I move in, set up a perimeter,

and overwhelm with fire superiority,

close quarter hand-to-hand combat.

I create a fatal funnel at the entrance.

Hell yes, you will, baby.

♪ Marching on

I love you.

I love you, too.

Now let's rob the fuckers.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Fuck. - Shit.

Tim, I told you to fix the damn car.

I know.

Just get the fucking jumper cable or something.

We ain't gonna do that. We cannot do that.

What if it dies during the robbery?

- Well, what-- - We'll ask somebody to jump

our getaway car?

We'll take my truck.

Okay.

Shit, shit, shit!

We just need someone to blow it.

No shit, Tim.

Who the fuck are we gonna find to blow that damn thing

in the middle of the fucking--

Okay, baby, come on.

- She's got-- - Just a little harder.

You gotta tell her to do a humming noise.

I think that's gonna be better.

Tim, she don't know what humming is.

Well, this ain't working.

Remember how mama told you to whistle, right?

- Get the thing in her mouth. - Okay, okay.

We're gonna try and blow.

- Ready? - Come on.

- Come on. - Do it. Blow into this.

Into that right there.

Ooh, blowing it.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Come on, baby. Come on, come on, come on.

- Yeah. - Oh my God.

All right, baby bear.

I'm so proud of you, baby. Woo.

Let's get you back to bed.

Where you going? No, no, no, no, no.

- She gotta wait in the truck. - Why?

This thing does roll and retest all the time.

She gotta-- she gotta help us restart the truck

after the robbery.

Huh?

Hey, look at me.

Look at me.

We're gonna be in and out of there in less than five minutes.

She not gonna know what's happening.

Six minutes tops.

Okay.

Here we go.

That's in case I gotta provide fire cover

and you gotta drive the truck.

Mm-hmm. Okay.

At least these masks was good for something.

Tim, don't fucking start with that shit right now.

All right. Just don't puss out.

We ain't bitches.

Mm-hmm.

Here we go.

Five minutes, baby, okay?

♪ Here I come again now, baby ♪

♪ Like a dog in heat

♪ You tell it's me by the clamor now, baby ♪

♪ I like to tear up the streets ♪

♪ Now I've been smoking for so long ♪

♪ You know I'm here to stay

♪ I got you with a stranglehold, baby ♪

♪ You best get out of the way

♪ The road I cruise is a bitch now, baby ♪

♪ You know you can't turn me 'round ♪

♪ And if a house gets in my way, baby ♪

♪ You know I'll burn it down

♪ You ran that night that you left me ♪

♪ You put me in my place

♪ I got you in a stranglehold, baby ♪

♪ And then I crushed your.

Whoa, hey.

Hold on!

Nobody make a fucking move!

- Hey, Bess. - Yeah?

Turn that fucking music down.

Get the fuck up there.

Everybody get down on the fucking ground.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking we're about fixing to get

into a pretty good gunfight.

Copy that.

Looks like I voted wrong.

Negative.

We just got the opportunity to make a fucking strong contact

with a French from the other side traveling with a gun.

Who you heard of that, sir?

Danny.

Get ready to fight.

We just want the money from the safe.

You don't know whose money it is.

Boy, you ain't just robbing no titty bar right now.

You don't know who you're robbing.

You don't know what you're doing.

And what you need to do, you need to walk the fuck out

of here, all right?

Otherwise, everything you love is in danger.

And what you need to do is shut the fuck up

or else I'm gonna blow his fucking head off.

Who the fuck's texting this late?

I don't know. It's probably work.

Bullshit.

It's a booty call.

Nobody from work calls this late.

Oh my God.

Marcus, move!

Oh my God, holy shit. Holy shit.

Who the fuck is she, Leon?

Now, y'all got the count of three to put them pistols down.

Oh, no. Oh my gosh.

One.

Oh, no.

- Two. - Do what he says.

Put 'em down.

You put 'em on the stage and you slide 'em in the middle here.

Come on.

Slide 'em in the middle in a pile.

That's right.

Your phones, too.

All right.

Ca-- can I just turn my phone off?

If I throw it down there, it's gonna break,

and I just got the new Pro model,

but I didn't get the insurance.

Just throw it to us.

We gonna catch it.

Thank you so much.

God dang it.

Dude, I told you to get the insurance.

Insurance is a scam.

No, you need it for things like this.

Until you need it, yeah.

No. No.

Get out of the fucking truck

and get in that fucking house. Do you think I'm

fucking stupid, Leon?

Yeah, I do think you're fucking stupid.

- I am not fucking stupid. - If you don't get out of

this son of a bitch right fucking now--

- Yeah! - Ugh!

We're gonna have fucking problems.

All y'all get on the stage facing away from me.

We gonna zip-tie you.

Let's go.

All right.

Let's do what GI Joe wants.

Everybody up. Everybody up.

Let's go. Let's go. Hands.

Let me see them hands.

Well, I ain't getting on the ground.

You better find me a fucking chair.

Open the fucking door.

- I ain't going-- - Open the fucking door.

Nowhere.

I won't move an inch, I promise.

Get your fucking ass down here right now.

Hey, w-- would you mind if you just zip-tie me

to this chair here?

I promise I'll be good.

It's ergonomic. Is he retarded?

And I figure we might be tied up here all night,

and with my sciatica, I'll be crippled by the morning.

- Just hush. - Ah, thank you.

Fuck you. I'm sorry.

My mama said you sorry.

I'm sorry, but we ain't got time

for this fucking shit right now.

No. Damn it.

- Leon, get Tater. - What the-- shit.

Get your own fucking dog.

I wanna see this bitch.

There ain't nobody.

Somebody hit the silent alarm at the club, Taylor.

It's fucking serious.

All right, now everybody listen up.

All right, I want y'all to remain here and not do anything

fucking stupid.

Okay?

We just want the, the money out the safe

and then we gonna be leaving.

I'm a good Southern Baptist.

I don't wanna have to kill nobody here tonight.

Ain't very Christian what you're doing here now.

Yeah.

Motherfucker, we're in a strip club,

and even Jesus flipped the tables in the temple.

Even he knew when it was time to fight.

Yeah. You know what?

That makes a lot of sense.

Junior, take this boy in the back.

Show him the safe.

Give him whatever he wants, 'cause, like Couch Commando

says, ain't nobody gotta get hurt, right?

Okay, daddy.

Let's go.

Couch Commando.

Don't you fucking say that.

Fuck you! You ain't getting back there!

It's fine.

But you ain't getting out of this fucking truck.

As soon as we get there, you're gonna feel fucking stupid.

Taylor!

Oh. Do not fucking move.

Fuck.

Don't you shoot, Darryl.

Stop! Stop!

Darryl, put the goddamn gun down.

It's all gonna be over if you just cooperate.

Put it on the bar and slide it over.

Shit. - Put the fucking gun down.

Get in that smoke wagon.

See what happens.

Darryl, slide the gun over.

Go on.

Good. There you go.

Darryl. Fuck.

All right, Roadhouse, let's get you out of there.

Get out. You're right.

Now let's tie Darryl up and put him up here with the others.

All right.

Y'all go on back to the safe.

We'll wait right here.

Let's go. Move!

Okay. Okay.

Are you fucking crazy?

You think I'd do anything to endanger my own son?

Relax.

But like, my baby's dead.

♪ Have you heard about the lonesome loser? ♪

Y'all should listen to my daddy in there.

He could save your life.

You worry about your own damn life.

Hey, watch the cameras.

Okay, w-- what am I watching for?

You just make sure nobody comes in here.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

This is all my fault.

I met a guy on Hinge, and he said

if I didn't send him a pic of me nude,

squatting over a mirror, that he was gonna find me

and kill me.

That was me.

I-- I'm sorry, Kandi.

It was me. I-- uh, I don't know why I did it.

- What? - I just opened a fake account

and the devil just took the wheel.

I-- I'm sorry.

But the good news is it's not your fault. You're safe.

Why didn't you just ask me out?

I just wanted the picture for my collection.

And I-- I'm just-- I'm also--

I'm not ready to date ever since

the breakup with Destiny.

And you're the one that's--

It's your responsibility first off.

You're the one that's a murderer,

you stupid fucking motherfucker.

And I didn't run over a dog!

They're not just gonna kill y'all.

They're gonna kill all of us.

It's gonna look like we're in on it together.

Don't you get it?

Go on.

Open it.

I can't.

Why?

Why do you think, fucking genius?

You don't know the combo?

Look at my fucking hands.

What, I'm gonna do it with my monster cock?

That's fair.

Hey, cover me.

Okay.

Not-- that way.

Okay, sorry.

Shit.

You're a crackerjack team here.

- Hey, hey. - Don't do anything stupid.

God, goddamn it.

Jesus Christ, digging in my skin.

Quit your bitchin' and open it.

I gotta get some feeling back in my fingers.

Just take it easy.

Psst.

What the fuck?

Holy fucking dog shit.

Oh my God. Oh, fuck me running

sideways twice. Holy shit.

That's a lot of fucking money.

Told you.

Relax, cavalry's coming.

Red leader, do you copy?

And roger that.

Gold leader, do you copy?

Roger that.

Why you calling 'em that?

You sound fucking stupid.

Shut up. It's from Star Wars.

You sound fucking stupid.

Nobody made you come.

Oh my God.

That's too much.

This is it, Bailey.

- Hell yeah. - This is it for us.

This is the big time.

Mm-hmm.

Bailey?

Fucking A, you're kidding me. Oh shit.

I knew that was your stupid voice.

- Tim, you fucking idiot. - Fuck!

Tim, your husband?

No, no, it ain't neither.

You retards. Y'all ain't getting away with it now.

Oh damn.

- You know it. - Oh, you're stuck now, Tim.

What the fuck are we gonna do now, Tim?

We kill him.

- What? - What?

He's the only person who knows who we are.

No, we never said anything about killing anybody.

What other choice do we have, huh?

You got choices.

Tim, no.

Oh my God.

Shit. Fuck.

Why's everyone screaming?

I can't see.

Put the gun down.

No one else has to get hurt.

P-- please. No.

Bailey. You did this.

Put the gun down.

This is all your fault.

Oh, shit.

Tim? Tim, are you okay?

Oh, golly. What the fuck?

Woo.

That was bulletproof?

It's a pistol, ain't it?

Did he shoot me with a pistol?

Yeah.

There you have it.

Sick.

Oh, fuck it hurt, though.

Oh, damn.

Oh, I'm glad you're okay.

Can you see it?

- Oh, I bet it looks like hell. - Looks pretty cool.

S-- so we're good here, right?

I'm just like.

- I killed Chauncey. - Don't you fucking move.

Okay. Okay.

I just killed Chauncey. He's my friend.

- Uh, uh-- - It was self-defense.

You didn't have no more choice, huh?

No, you said that we weren't gonna kill anybody,

and I-- I just killed Chauncey.

Hey, hey.

He just jumped my car yesterday.

He was helping me out.

He helps me all the time.

- No, it's okay. - No, this is your fault.

You fucking told me that we

weren't gonna fucking-- - Hey. Hey now.

Do anything stupid, and look what the fuck just happened.

- Okay. - I can't do this.

I can't do it. I can't do this.

Hey, hey, hey, it's okay.

- Look at me. - I killed Chauncey.

Hey, hey, it's okay.

That's a risk he took when he came in this room.

Shh.

Hey, it's okay. It's you and me.

- Okay. - It's you and me.

That's it.

We gonna get this money and we're gonna get out.

Okay? You with me?

- Okay. - You with me?

- Yeah. - We can do it.

- Yeah. - Hey?

We ain't bitches. Huh?

We ain't bitches. Yeah.

Don't you fucking move.

Tell me what's going on. Describe the scene.

It's Chauncey. He's been fucking shot, man.

Chauncey from, from work?

Bryan, are you fucking serious right now?

- You got it? - Yeah.

- Easy. - Look at this.

Oh my God.

Baby, look at that. Woo.

Tim, those are fucking diamonds.

What the fuck are we gonna do with those?

Fucking.

Yeah, fucking leave 'em.

No, we ain't leaving 'em. Put 'em in the bag.

You need a fence for those, Tim.

I can help you.

A fence?

Junior, the fuck am I gonna do with a bunch of

needle dick swords?

A fence. Get your head out of your ass.

Look at this.

I look like fucking R. Kelly before he went to jail.

Look at that. Huh?

Fucking Harry styling, huh?

That's what OJ Simpson felt like when he was taking

his shit back.

What are you taking that for?

Quit asking me so much shit.

Well, why are you keeping secrets?

God dang it, I ain't keeping secrets.

I'm taking it 'cause you make me so God dang nervous.

I'm grieving.

Then grieve fucking quiet.

Shit.

Fucking hard is that?

Don't you fucking move.

Where would I fucking go?

You're on thin fucking ice.

Dumb fucking shit.

Here we go.

This is it.

Get up. Get up.

Okay. Okay.

- Move. Go. Go. - Take it easy.

- Jesus Christ. - Open it. Open it.

Fuck. We need the fucking passcode.

- What? - We need the fucking passcode.

I ain't playing any more games. This is it.

What is the code?

If I give y'all the code, you're just gonna kill me.

No. No, we ain't.

We're gonna do something else.

We'll take you hostage.

Yeah, we're gonna use you, so nobody else shoots at us.

- Mm-hmm. - And then we're--

we're gonna fucking drop you off somewhere.

Yeah. That's right. See, we can't kill you.

Huh? You're our human shield.

- Mm-hmm. - Okay.

All right. Sounds, sounds like a plan.

So-- so-- so where-- where will we be-- be going,

uh, when-- when you drop me off?

With who or worse.

That's enough negotiating.

- Goddamn it, Tim. - What?

How are we gonna have him hostage

when he can't fucking walk?

Ah, I-- I-- I can't-- I can't feel my big toe.

He ain't gonna be nothing unless he answers me real quick.

Last fucking chance.

Okay. Okay.

I'm gonna count to three.

Okay. One.

Okay. It's-- Two.

It's four digits.

- Hey, Tim. - What?

The fucking monitors.

Fuck.

Me and my Uncle John are gonna go in there and check it out.

Rest of y'all just fucking stay here.

You sure?

Yeah, man.

Odds are somebody got drunk, hit the alarm on accident.

This ain't no big deal, all right?

Bunch of dudes walk in with AKs, shit,

probably scare 'em to death.

Yeah. It's a Christmas party.

That's right. BRB.

- All right. - Come on, John.

What now?

I'm gonna lock 'em in the fatal funnel like we said.

What the fuck is that?

It's what we call a doorway in a combat situation.

Why'd you get rid of the stars and bars?

Shit, dude, these days Old Glory is the rebel flag.

Fucking A.

Hell, I heard they was even trying to get rid of it

at all the damn schools.

Yep.

This place has turned to hell in a hand basket.

The fuck is happening?

Roger, you are fucking dead when word of this gets out.

Robbing your own fucking party?

And I thought Memphis was fucking stupid.

The fuck you think I had anything to do with this?

Hey.

First one of y'all yells or acts cute

gets a fucking bullet.

Terrorist.

Oh shit!

Fuck! What the, dude?

Shit.

Fuck.

- Oh. - Fuck.

Fuck.

♪ Plowin' these fields in the hot summer sun ♪

♪ Over by the gate, lordy, here she comes ♪

♪ With a basket full of chicken ♪

♪ And a big cold jug of sweet tea ♪

♪ I make a little room and she climbs on up ♪

Open up a throttle and stir a little dust ♪

Motherfucker! That shit's one of one!

Fuck, ah fuck!

♪ She ain't a foolin' me

♪ She thinks my tractor's sexy, it really turns her on ♪

♪ She's always starin' at me

♪ While I'm chuggin' along

♪ She likes the way it's pullin' ♪

♪ While we're tillin' up her land ♪

♪ She's even kinda crazy 'bout my farmer's tan ♪

♪ She's the only one who really understands what gets me ♪

♪ She thinks my tractor's sexy

♪ We ride back and forth 'til we run out of light ♪

♪ Take it to the barn, put it up for the night ♪

♪ Climb up in the loft, sit, and talk with the radio on ♪

♪ She said she's got a dream and I ask what it is ♪

♪ She wants a little farm and a yard full of kids ♪

♪ And one more teeny weenie ride before I take her home ♪

♪ She thinks my tractor's sexy

♪ It really turns her on

♪ She's always starin' at me

♪ While I'm chuggin' along

♪ She's even kinda crazy 'bout my farmer's tan ♪

♪ She thinks my tractor's sexy

Come out with your hands up.

We do not negotiate with terrorists.

You think their silence is a negotiating tactic?

These guys are pros.

♪ While I'm chuggin' along

♪ She's even kinda crazy 'bout my farmer's tan ♪

♪ She's the only one--

♪ She thinks my tractor's sexy

I'm so sorry I doubted you, baby.

I know this sounds crazy, but part of me wishes

it had just been another woman.

♪ Over by the gate, lordy, here she comes ♪

♪ With a basket full of chicken ♪

♪ And a big cold jug of sweet tea ♪

Oh fuck!

♪ Open up a throttle and stir a little dust ♪

♪ Just look at her face

♪ She ain't a foolin' me

I ain't never seen nothing worse than this.

You leave the southern border wide open,

what do you expect to happen?

Can we just take a moment of silence for my Uncle John,

who was killed by terrorists on Christmas Eve?

That man taught me how to smoke.

Yeah. - He was a saint.

Just bow your heads, please.

I read on the internet they caught

12 Chinese super spies sneaking across the border.

I read that, too.

These guys weren't Chinese.

I know.

I'm just saying.

But why here?

Why the club?

I've been studying on it,

and the only thing I can think of is that they hate Christmas,

'cause it goes against their religion.

Oh.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Oh, thank God!

Did fucking Bryan tell you about the Bluetooth?

The hell's wrong with you, Bryan?

He's dead.

Fucking dial it.

Your call has been forwarded.

Fuck!

Leon, you fat sack of shit.

Hey, Leon, the music stopped and I can hear in there now.

Pick up, Leon.

Don't sound like terrorists.

Sounds like Roger.

I'm gonna knock your - Roger?

- teeth in the dirt if you-- - Yeah, it's definitely Roger.

Don't answer the goddamn telephone.

He's yelling to answer the phone.

Pick it the hell up, you son of a bitch.

Now he's cussing, calling you a horse pussy.

Sorry, Leon, his words, not mine.

Dude, what?

For the whole lot of y'all.

Goddamn son of a bitch.

Why don't you put that fucking shit on your phone?

I ain't got no more data left on my plan.

Verizon throttled me.

People at my work dead,

my uncle's fucking dead,

my boss is calling and you fucking ignore it?

What the hell is wrong with you?

How am I supposed to know what he's calling about?

Fuck you!

Yeah, oh, fuck yeah, go for it.

Answer the fucking phone, you white trash retard.

Roger's yelling to answer the phone,

you white trash retard.

Again, Leon, sorry.

His words, not mine.

Hello?

Are you out of your goddamn mind?

You could've killed all of us shooting in here like that.

What the fuck do I pay you for, you inbred sack of shit?

I thought it was terrorists.

- Did you say terrorist? - Yeah.

Well, why in the flying fuck would a terrorist wanna attack

a titty bar?

I saw a man with a big Muslim beard,

and the robe, and the headdress.

That was me, asshole!

I'm playing Santa Claus.

And another one with an AK-47.

I saw it with my own two eyes.

Hey, hey, listen to me.

You send anyone else in here or you start shooting again,

I'ma kill your fucking boss.

- You got it? - Who's that talking?

It's Bailey's husband, Tim.

It's the guy with a gun at your boss's head, fuckhole.

Bailey married a terrorist.

Oh my God.

Leon, I swear to God,

I'm gonna come out there, I'm gonna stick my hand

down your throat,

I'm gonna pull your balls up through your fucking eyes.

Calm down, daddy.

- Be cool. - I'm cool. I'm cool.

Leon, you fat fuck, it's Junior.

Daddy's son.

Oh, here we go.

Now, don't fire no more or do something stupid, or stupider.

We got a real delicate situation here.

Just everybody be cool.

That's your solution, be fucking cool?

Yeah, you should try it sometime.

- I'm cool. I'm cool. - I'm cool.

I'm cool, too.

Kandi, be cool.

Bryan, you cool?

He's still dead.

First aid kit now, or I'm taking the fucking phone back.

D-- don't you touch that phone.

Where's the fucking first aid kit?

It's behind the bar.

Roger, we've been in a 30-year war with these people.

All I'm saying is anybody with a lick of sense

would've thought this was terrorists.

This ain't no fucking conspiracy--

Leon! - Shh!

It's a-- - Don't shush me, fucker.

I found a baby out here in one of these trucks.

Wait, did she say a baby?

A what? A baby?

Which one of you sick fucks brought your goddamn baby here

tonight and left it in the truck?

Baby?

No fucking way.

Are you kidding me?

Are you serious?

You brought a child to an armed robbery?

Is that the getaway driver?

You hurt her, I swear to God.

We ain't gonna hurt a baby.

Yeah, what kind of sickos

- do you think we are, Bailey? - Did he just say Bailey?

Yeah, it's her and her husband. It's not terrorists.

I always knew that bitch was crazy.

Goddamn it.

Roger, I-- I think we gotta call the cops.

Not yet.

We can still fix this without involving them.

Yeah, 'cause of all the money, right?

They gonna confiscate it, and arrest you.

You think I'm stupid?

No, I don't.

That's why I'm gonna give y'all a deal right now.

Daddy.

Now, you put your guns up, you turn yourself in,

I send you over to Memphis.

And you, little lady, you're gonna walk out of here

with your child.

Bullshit.

You gonna kill us both the second I put this gun down.

Boy, I would love nothing more, but it ain't that simple.

This ain't about me now,

'cause the people you killed were not just my people,

they were from other territories.

They were people I got to answer to,

and the only way for me to get out of this alive

is to give 'em back their money,

plus mucho, mucho interest, and hand you over.

Would they kill him?

Girly, that is above my pay grade.

Fuck you.

Fuck me?

Fuck you.

I'm trying to keep your wife out of prison for life

and your child out of an orphanage.

You're the one who was shooting at your own kid.

You shot at Jordan?

Oh, hell no.

No, I returned fire.

My shots were perfectly placed, baby.

I wish you could hear yourself right now.

What a bunch of bullshit.

He shot at your kid.

Tim, you fucking idiot.

I can't believe I let you talk me into this.

Talk you into? It was your idea.

Don't pin it on me just 'cause the plan didn't go according

- to plan. - Plan?

What about our life, huh?

What was your plan with that?

Be a drunk?

Be a fucking loser?

No, I.

Fuck, I always do my best, it just doesn't always go

the way I wa--

Enough.

Just once in your life, try to do right by your family.

You need to call the cops now.

What? Roger just said don't.

They're in there shot to shit, tied up at gunpoint

and arguing with two lunatics,

and they expect you to run in there and rescue them?

Well, yeah.

Leon, baby, do you think they care that your uncle is dead?

Do you think they care if you die in the process?

Looks like we've been paying for you to just fucking eat.

That's all I ever see you do, just shoving food in your mouth.

Mm, and pushing it around in your face.

You're like a fucking hillbilly goril--

Do you think I need to lose some weight?

What?

No, baby, you look good.

Leon, you fat idiot, are you still there?

Dumber than a sack of hammers.

It's all about over with, and you still got your thumb

up your ass.

You probably can't work the phone.

Hello?

Yeah, Roger, I'm still here.

Good. We talked it all out.

Tim's gonna do the right thing.

It's all gonna be over with.

He's gonna give himself up.

That's right, Leon, just sit tight.

Tim's gonna do what's best for his family.

Fuck.

Hold on.

You know, if you just gave us health insurance,

none of this would've ever fucking happened.

Well, nobody made you work here.

Shut up, Junior.

Dixie, cut us loose.

Fucking finally.

You wouldn't even give me my full paycheck.

I paid you plenty.

You're just mad I didn't give you as much as Dixie

when you fucked me.

Thank you.

Goddamn. Fucking wrists.

I told you to cut that shit out, didn't I?

What? We could've lost more

money with a damn sexual harassment lawsuit

than this fucking robbery.

It was consensual.

She wanted it as much as I did.

He's lying, Tim.

What the fuck are you thinking?

What? Spending 4 fucking

grand on a damn autographed football?

The sports memorabilia market has exploded.

I told you, dad, it's a blue-chip investment.

It's like stocks or fine art.

Fine art? Yeah.

It's a damn football!

But if I didn't bid, someone else will.

A-- a-- and there's a finite amount of--

Daddy?

It's like my mama always said,

everything happens for a reason, right?

Roger, what's going on?

Whose shooting?

Your call has been forwarded

to an automatic voice message system.

After tone, please record your message. When you.

Roger, should I call the cops now?

He fucked you, and now I fucked him.

Tim, don't make this worse.

For what?

These guys outside.

We may not have won, but they ain't beat us.

Tim, our daughter is outside.

Bailey, Bailey, she never stood a fucking chance.

Not with assholes like this in charge.

This is what they want. They want us to feel like this.

They want us to feel fucking helpless.

They want us to feel fucking scared, so that we need them,

and not now.

Now they fucking need us.

You keep saying they.

Ain't no they.

Just you and me, son.

There damn sure is a they.

They is everything that's wrong with this fucking country.

They is who don't wanna pay people a living wage.

They is who wanna take advantage of people that

don't got nothing,

and now you know what it feels like to have fucking nothing.

That's how I feel every damn day of my miserable life,

while you're out here whooping it up.

Not no more.

Not no goddamn more you ain't.

You still think your money protects you, keeps you safe?

It don't, and it never did.

New plan.

We ain't calling the cops.

We ain't?

They're done for,

and even if they're not, that idiot was right.

The cops will confiscate the money, the club,

and everything else as part of the investigation.

Trust me, I watch Dateline.

What are you saying?

I'm saying we take all that money

before the cops can,

and if Roger's gone, guess who's gonna be in charge.

You'd be the one in charge, Leon, in case that was unclear.

Bailey, you gotta hand me that AK.

Bailey.

Bailey, give me the.

Bailey, listen to me.

You untie me, you can go get your daughter.

That deal still stands.

Bailey, come on.

Bailey, goddamn it, give me the.

Bailey.

I can't let our daughter be an orphan.

Bailey.

Hey!

Bailey, they ain't won.

God.

Bailey.

They ain't won, Bailey.

They ain't won.

Roger Lee Jr.,

my namesake.

This is all my...

I need to see my baby.

You wanna see your baby, you do what I tell you.

I guess I can relate, y'all, to a point, you know?

I was born poor.

This kind of poor don't exist no more, see,

'cause now even the poorest American

can have money for weed, Netflix.

Y'all got Netflix?

Yeah.

Yeah, I grew up hungry.

And man, it would've been so easy for me to

just feel sorry for myself, you know?

Just say, "Well, they didn't give me nothing,

so I mean, I guess that's it.

I guess I don't stand a chance."

But you know what I did?

I didn't complain like a little bitch.

Stop it!

No, I went to work, 'cause I'm a fucking man.

I started all the way at the bottom,

and I didn't have anybody helping me,

and I wouldn't have it any other way

'cause I learned a singular truth about myself.

I deserve everything I got.

Everything.

I wake up in the morning,

and I feel really good about myself,

and that is the God's honest truth.

You wanna know the real reason why you're so angry?

It's 'cause you know the truth about yourself, too.

You deserve to be poor.

You're poor 'cause you're dumb, and you're dumb,

'cause you're lazy.

The end.

Please don't kill him.

Baby, we are way past that and you know it.

I spared his child.

He murdered mine.

This don't get it even, but it'll have to do.

♪ Have you heard about

♪ The lonesome loser?

What the fuck?

♪ Beaten by the Queen of Hearts ♪

♪ Every time

♪ Have you heard about the lonesome loser? ♪

♪ He's a loser, but he still keeps on trying ♪

♪ Sit down, take a look at yourself ♪

♪ Someday somebody's--

♪ Have you heard about the lonesome loser? ♪

♪ Beaten by the Queen of Hearts every time ♪

♪ Have you heard about the lonesome loser? ♪

♪ Unlucky in love, at least that's what they say ♪

♪ He lost his head, and he gambled his heart away ♪

♪ Staked his heart and lost

♪ Now he has to pay the cost ♪

♪ Have you heard--

♪ .About the lonesome loser ♪

♪ Beaten by

♪ The Queen of Hearts every time ♪

♪ Have you heard about the lonesome loser? ♪

♪ He's a loser

♪ But he still keeps on trying

♪ It's okay, he smiles and says ♪

What are you doing?

What the fuck are you doing?

There's a 300-gallon propane tank on the building.

I'm gonna blow this place sky-high

and all them sons of bitches outside.

We need to get in the secret door and get their ass.

Yeah.

We can't. It locks from the inside out.

Fuck.

Oh, shit, but they could come out from the other back.

Erik, go watch the door from around back.

Roger, that's gonna fucking kill us, too.

I wouldn't worry.

We ain't staying.

How do we smoke their asses out?

Well, I do got a propane tank in the truck, and we both know

it's pretty much dynamite.

Hell, I was gonna shoot it up with my cousins this weekend,

but let's blow the damn door open with it right now.

Okay, does anybody have any other idea?

Fucking ingrates.

Think they're slick.

Should we take a moment of silence for Terry and Kenny?

Yeah, after we get that propane tank.

Yeah.

Leon, thank God.

Go get help, you fat retard.

Get help.

What--

I'm played out, Bailey.

Look, there's a trapdoor out of here,

but it's locked with a code.

I know.

Of course, you do.

If-- if I was to give you the code,

would you help me out of this mess?

Hey, I'll split the money with you, and half,

well, half is gonna be more money

than you ever know what you do with.

Huh?

How do I know you won't just kill me after this?

'Cause I'm a businessman.

That's how.

You know?

I mean, I could personally hate your guts,

but personal ain't business.

And with business, sometimes you just get fucked.

Bailey.

Bailey.

Are you sure we're far enough away?

Fucking positive.

Hell, it ain't that big of a tank.

Bailey, come on.

Be realistic about this.

All that money, all them jewels, you're not gonna know

what to do with it all.

You ain't built for this.

Come on, man.

You ain't equipped for this kind of shit.

I mean, you're either gonna lose it

or you're gonna get yourself killed.

You need me as much as I need you,

and that's the good Lord's truth.

You know, your son said something to me earlier

that uh, really stuck with me.

You know, you killed people tonight for money.

Now what?

You're gonna try to make me into the bad guy?

- How the fuck is that fair? - Don't interrupt me again.

He said,

"Sometimes you just get fucked."

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

It's so fucking stupid.

I can't believe I wasted the last three months not smoking.

Don't you fucking move.

Thank God.

He was trying to kill me.

♪ California here we come

♪ Nothing's gonna stop me now

♪ California, here we come

♪ Right back where we started from ♪

♪ With pedal to the floor

♪ Thinking on the road

♪ Gotta get us--

Oh God.

Holy shit!

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Oh.

Oh, oh.

Oh.

Leon, are you okay?

Oh my God.

Jordan.

Taylor, thank you so much.

I was so fucking scared if anything ever happened to.

That bag what I think it is?

What?

Is that bag the fucking money?

Yeah.

We're gonna make a trade, okay?

Toss that bag in front of you on the ground.

Toss me the keys of your truck.

I'm gonna take the bag and the keys.

I'm gonna leave the baby in the same spot, okay?

Now, back up, slowly.

It's okay, baby.

Keep them hands up.

It's okay.

I'm sorry I had to do that with your baby, but she fine.

Okay?

You can get her now.

Jordan, my baby, you're okay.

Let's go.

You're okay, baby.

You're okay, Jordan.

Look, mommy's here. I'm gonna stay here.

It's okay.

Battery dead. Ugh!

Put your hands behind your head before I blow it off, bitch.

Get out of the fucking car.

Open that back door.

It's okay, baby. Don't fucking move.

Any woman that would use another woman's child like that.

Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you

right fucking now.

Bailey.

You know how.

You know what?

Fuck you, bitch.

You're not gonna come preach me some sermon.

You were robbing the place.

You don't care about women.

You just killed a dozen women.

You're no better than Roger, any of the rest of them.

Oh, bullshit.

Same as always.

Pretty girl gets everything she fucking wants.

Everything she wants?

I'm a widowed stripper running out of a burning building.

At least they let you be a stripper.

They hid me by the door.

You wanna be a stripper, take your clothes off.

Fuck you.

- Now. - Fuck--

Sorry, baby. Won't be too more gunshots.

Next one goes right between your fucking eyes.

Take off your clothes and put them in the back of the truck.

Your bra and socks, too.

You can keep your panties on and that neck brace.

Go on.

There.

Now you're a professional stripper.

Feel better?

I'm sorry.

Bailey.

And there's your tip.

The way I see it, I don't think a titty bar

has a black box like an airplane,

and the cops ain't gonna shed too many tears over Roger,

any of those other dead gangsters inside of there.

So whatever story we tell is gonna be the story,

because nobody else who knows what happened

is still alive.

Right?

I guess.

Right.

And that tip right there,

that means that you never saw me here.

Right?

Right. Right.

So the last person left alive to tell the story to the police

is you, the only stripper who made it out alive.

Right?

Right.

You're gonna be the most famous stripper in the history of

the state of Arkansas.

♪ California, here we come

♪ Right back where we started from ♪

Everything happens for a reason.

♪ California

♪ Here we come

♪ On the stereo, listen as we go ♪

♪ Nothing's gonna stop me now

♪ California, here we come

♪ Right back where we started from ♪

♪ Pedal to the floor, thinking of the roar ♪

♪ Gotta get us to the show

♪ California, here we come

♪ Right back where we started from ♪

♪ California

♪ Here we come

♪ California, California

♪ Here we come

♪ California, California

♪ Here we come

♪ California, California

♪ Here we come

♪ California, California

♪ Here we come

♪ On the first day of Christmas, my daddy bought for me ♪

♪ A Louis Vuitton Speedy

♪ On the second day of Christmas, my daddy bought ♪

♪ For me two breast implants and a Louis Vuitton Speedy ♪

♪ On the third day of Christmas, my daddy bought for me ♪

♪ Three months' rent, two breast implants ♪

♪ And a Louis Vuitton Speedy

♪ On the fourth day of Christmas ♪

♪ My daddy bought for me

♪ Four Xanax bars, three months' rent ♪

♪ Two breast implants, and a Louis Vuitton Speedy ♪

♪ On the fifth day of Christmas, my daddy bought for me ♪

♪ Five love bracelets, four Xanax bars ♪

♪ Three months' rent, two breast implants ♪

♪ And a Louis Vuitton Speedy

♪ On the sixth day of Christmas, my daddy bought or me ♪

♪ Six Van Cleef chokers, five love bracelets ♪

♪ Four Xanax bars, three months' rent ♪

♪ Two breast implants, and a Louis Vuitton Speedy ♪

♪ On the seventh day of Christmas ♪

♪ My daddy bought for me

♪ Seven months' tuition, six Van Cleef chokers ♪

♪ Five love bracelets, four Xanax bars ♪

♪ Three months' rent, two breast implants ♪

♪ And a Louis Vuitton Speedy

♪ On the eighth day of Christmas ♪

♪ My daddy bought for me V8 Mercedes ♪

♪ Seven months' tuition, six Van Cleef chokers ♪

♪ Five love bracelets, four Xanax bars ♪

♪ Three months' rent, two breast implants ♪

♪ And a Louis Vuitton Speedy