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(peaceful organ music)

(melancholy jazz music)

- Stop it.

Stop.

(grunts)

(screams)

No!

No! (yelps)

(pants)

(birds tweet) (distant dog barks)

(sighs)

(sighs)

(lighter flicks)

(sniffs)

(plastic rustles)

(brushing)

(glove box slams)

(breathes deeply)

(suspenseful music)

(screams)

God damnit!

(sighs)

- Get out of the car! (tense music)

- Fuck out! - Shit, shit! (screams)

- Get out! - Get out, freak!

- Get out!

- Stop it! - Get out of your car, freak!

- Leave me alone!

- You kids! Leave that man alone!

- [Josh] Fuck you, lady!

- Okay! - What's wrong with you?

- Get the hell outta here!

(Harold pants)

(knocks)

Hal?

It's me.

- Are they gone? - Yeah.

(Harold pants)

- Thanks, Miss Rita. I thought I was gonna die.

- Sorry about that, Hal.

These little bastards, they out of control.

(Harold sighs)

You know, you wasn't nothin' like that

when you was a kid, Hal.

You was the sweetest little boy.

Your momma was so proud of you.

She move in here with you kids, fix up that old house,

said she was gonna meal-you-ate the neighborhood. (chuckles)

And I told her she ain't had nothin' to worry about.

You okay, Hal? You don't look good.

- I'm sorry. I'm, I'm fine.

I'm okay.

- You got a list for me?

- [Harold] Yeah.

- I don't see no cold drinks on here.

You want me to bring you some of them orange ones you like?

- Yes, please.

- All right, I'll be back with this later.

- [Harold] Thanks.

(muffled trickling)

(urine splashes)

(somber piano music)

- [Jacob] You're not my real dad!

- Shut the fuck up.

Don't you ever talk to me that way!

Oh, come on, big man.

Do it.

Oh, give me an excuse!

- [Josh] All I said is that you're not my real dad.

- [Randy] No, you're damn right I'm not.

- He probably deserves it.

- He left!

He doesn't care about you.

When your mom's not here, that means I'm in charge.

Oh and now you're gonna cry?

(chuckles) Jesus Christ.

Cry, cry, cry!

What a baby.

Get the hell out of my way.

(door slams)

(handbrake clicks)

(Harold sniffs)

(suspenseful music)

- Hey!

Is there someone in there?

Please exit the vehicle, sir.

- [Harold] Why?

(knocks)

- Roll the window down.

- What do you want? - Roll it down.

- God damn police officers.

Always harassin' people who ain't doin' nothin'.

- Please just leave me alone! - Roll it down!

- Officer!

- Ma'am, I need you to stay back.

- Listen to me, god damnit.

(radio bleeps)

- I'm gonna need backup over here

at Beinvenue and Tupaneaux.

- You don't need no backup.

- [Dispatch] Roger that. Backup's on the way.

- This man ain't right in the head.

He's been locked in that car for months.

Please, just cut him a break.

I looks out for him.

- [Harold] Yeah, please just leave me alone.

I'm not hurting anyone.

- What do you mean you "look out for him"?

- His papa died and it mess him up in the head.

He's scared to get out the car.

- Just go away.

- When I first found him, he was in there for five days,

with no food and no water.

He's almost dead.

I promised his momma I would take care of him.

- Just go, dude.

- [Willie] How long has he been in there?

- I don't know. Five months, four months?

- And you take care of him?

- Yeah.

I do.

(radio bleeps)

- Listen, cancel that backup. False alarm.

- [Dispatch] 10-4, canceling backup.

- All right.

Look, I'm glad you take care of him,

but it's illegal to live in your car in this parish.

He's got to go.

And you can't just move the car down the street.

You're gonna have to get him some help.

- [Rita] I'm doing the best I can.

- My hands are tied.

Y'all got 14 days.

- Mm-hm.

Hal!

Look at this he gave us.

He say 14 days. That's it.

- I can't! I can't leave!

- I know, baby, you ain't doing nothing wrong,

but he say you can't stay here.

(sighs)

(objects rattle)

- [Harold] Shit. God damnit, kid.

(pants)

- What did that cop want? - Leave me alone!

Get the fuck outta here, kid! (pants)

Fucking kid. (pants)

(breathes deeply)

(crickets chirp)

(Rico whistles melodically)

- Hey!

(knocks)

Har-Har.

It's Ri-Ri!

How you been, man?

- [Harold] I've been all right, man. How you doin'?

- Doin' well.

What you been getting into? - Ah, nothin'.

Damn kids were over here earlier, beating on my car.

Scared me half to fuckin' death.

- We were just as bad when we were kids.

We used to terrorize this neighborhood. (chuckles)

Beer? - Sure.

(can hisses)

- Plus a cop came by, said they're gonna tow my car.

- We heard. That's why we came by.

- "We"? - Billy's coming.

He should be here any second now.

Can't we just pull it up the street?

- Nah, they gave me a tow summons.

Says I gotta get it off the street.

They own the whole fuckin' thing.

- I don't know anyone around this neighborhood anymore.

Did Miss Rita check with the neighbors?

- Yeah, she asked a while back. Everyone said no.

They don't want a broke-down car in their yard,

much less a guy living in it. (Rico chuckles)

- I get it.

How are you feeling tonight?

- Jesus, man. Are you fucking serious?

Intervention bullsh-

- Hey! Come on, man!

Hey, I'm not gonna go anywhere!

- What's up, man? - Hey, what's up, buddy?

He, uh, just rolled up his window.

- (scoffs) Well, I thought I told you to wait for me?

Hey, Harold. (knocks)

- I didn't say anything. (Billy sighs)

- It's me.

Come on, man. Roll down the window.

(Harold sighs)

Hey, well, I'm not leaving.

- [Harold] Why can't you assholes understand?

- Well, we're just gonna sit here and talk,

have a few drinks and, uh...

I don't know, if you feel comfortable,

maybe you can hop out and sit with us for a bit, huh?

- Yeah, man.

Come on, Har-Har.

Be a puss-puss, Har-Har.

Here he is.

Aww.

Come on, man. - Hey, hey.

Hey, I talked to Bonny. She's coming in town tomorrow.

She's worried about you. We all are.

- [Harold] You think I would... Y'all still don't get it!

- [Rico] That's why we brought you...

This.

- [Billy] Yeah, come on, man, with the tow truck coming,

it's Hail Mary time.

It's worth a shot.

- [Rico] And talking about shots,

I'm gonna serve you one, Harold!

Thank you.

- To family.

- To family.

(chuckles)

Another.

To tres good amigos.

Salud.

- Salud.

(Harold coughs) (Rico chuckles)

- You're out of practice, huh?

(chuckles) Do you guys remember

when we streaked down to Melanie's house?

(laughs)

- Yeah, I do.

I had the biggest crush on her, man.

What was that, like 20 years ago?

- 16.

Come on, let's do some more.

- Oh!

Okay.

- [Harold] Let me pour.

- The Har-Har is pouring.

Oh, oh! (chuckles)

Okay.

- To trying.

- (chuckles) To trying.

(grunts)

- [Jenny] Asshole!

- [Rico] That asshole is beating up Jenny and Jacob again.

- Jesus, is she still with that loser?

- [Harold] He probably deserves it.

- Who? The kid?

- Well, he's always over here, fucking with me.

Him and his piece of shit friends

were beating on my car earlier, scared the shit outta me.

- Yeah...

(chuckles) You know I care about you.

I gave the kids a couple of bucks to do it.

- Fuck?

- I thought that if you would get mad enough,

you would get out of the fucking car!

(Rico and Billy laugh)

- Classic, man.

- It was made out of pure love. You know I love you.

(blows kiss and chuckles)

- Get the hell outta here! - Scared me shitless.

That's fucked up.

- Get the hell outta here! - I'm leaving.

- Go!

(car starts)

- Yeah!

- Can I get a hug?

I wanna give my big brother a hug. Come on, hey.

I want in.

Come on! Come on, man-

- [Harold] You're not coming in here, man.

- Come on, Harold, let me in. - Hey, come on, guys.

- No! - Guys.

- Harold, let me in the car. - No, you're not coming in!

- That's pretty loud, guys. It's public disturbance.

- Let me in, now.

- No. - Yes, open the door!

- I'm not opening the fucking door.

You are not getting in here.

- [Billy] Hey. (knocks) Come on, man!

- Stop it! - Open the door, right now!

- [Rico] We were just having fun!

- This is between me and my brother. Shut up.

Come on, dude. Open the window.

Open this door, or I will break it.

- Oh, come on, man. - Hey. (knocks)

- I'm on probation, guys. Have a good night.

- Good, go. - Dude, just fucking-

- Yeah, that's what I'm doing. I'm leaving.

- Harold.

- You can't come in here, Billy.

- So what's it gonna be, smashed window or me inside?

One.

Two.

Three. Come on, open up.

See?

Now that wasn't so hard.

(grunts) I want a hug from my brother!

It's just garbage, Harold. - Stop it, Billy!

Fuck, dude! - It's just garbage!

- Is this garbage? Huh?

(Billy sighs)

- [Billy] Oh, wow.

This is, uh, so long ago.

- It's 20 years, five months and 18 days.

- Yeah.

Yeah, that was fucked up.

- [Harold] You weren't here.

- I miss her.

I grieved.

- He killed her.

I was sitting right here and I couldn't do anything.

I couldn't save her. - What could you do?

You were a fucking kid, man.

- You fuckin' asshole.

- [Billy] He is still our dad.

- That piece of shit will never be my dad.

- She was having an affair, Harold!

It was tearing the family apart!

- Fuck you, dude! - Oh, come on!

I come down here every weekend after work to come see you!

I'm trying to figure out a way to help you! What can we do?

- Don't you think if I had somewhere to go,

that I'd already fuckin' be- - Fuck this, man!

I mean, stop feeling sorry for yourself!

There's nothing wrong with you!

Grow up! Be a man!

- Fuck you! Get the fuck out of my car!

- Oh, man, you know what? I'll tear you out of this car!

Get over here! - Fuck you, man!

Get the fuck off me! (Billy groans)

Leave me the fuck alone, dude.

- You want me to leave you alone? Well, fine, you know what?

When they come and get you,

you will wish that I was here to protect you!

- Yeah. - But you know what?

Maybe that's where you need to be. Fuck you!

(car door slams) (ukulele music)

♪ Welcome to my messy mind ♪

♪ Be careful not to ♪ - Fuckin' asshole.

♪ Lose your way inside ♪

(Harold screams)

♪ I'd hate for you to get lost in between ♪

♪ The good, the bad, the ugly ♪

♪ And the mean ♪ - Fuck!

♪ I think that we're misunderstood ♪

♪ 'Cause we don't think the way we maybe should ♪

♪ If you could meet the monsters in our heads ♪

♪ Hear the things we've never said, maybe ♪

♪ You'd see ♪

♪ The things that happen in our minds ♪

♪ Are harder than you realize, you'd see ♪

♪ You'd understand me and my messy mind ♪

♪ And my messy mind ♪

♪ Sometimes it gets dark in here ♪

♪ But sure enough the light is always near ♪

♪ Get ready for a bumpy ride ♪

♪ The ups, the downs, the side-to-sides ♪

♪ I think that we're misunderstood ♪

♪ 'Cause we don't think the way we maybe should ♪

♪ If you could meet the monsters in our heads ♪

♪ Hear the things we've never said, maybe ♪

♪ You'd see ♪

♪ The things that happen in our minds ♪

♪ Are harder than you realize, you'd see ♪

♪ You'd understand me and my messy mind ♪

- [Harold] Ah, fuck.

(breathes heavily)

- Sorry I was pounding on your car earlier.

- Jesus. - Some guy paid us to do it.

- Please just leave me alone, kid!

- Could I borrow your lighter? - Hell no!

- [Jacob] I'll give you some smokes.

- What kind? - What?

- What kind of smokes?

- Um, Raimers.

- [Harold] All right.

(lighter flicks)

(lighter flicks)

(Jacob coughs)

Where'd you get these? - Swiped 'em from Randy.

- Randy, huh?

- Yeah, my mom's asshole boyfriend.

- What was all that last night?

- Oh, Mom and Randy. It was just a fight.

Why don't you ever get out of your car?

- It's a long story.

- I've got time. Mom kicked me out for a few hours.

Some BS about "fresh air."

That always happens when Randy comes back after they fight.

- I get it.

So why are you smoking? - I don't really smoke.

I mean, I just took 'em 'cause Randy's an asshole.

(Harold chuckles)

- Well, let's just say the world can be a horrible place,

and it's a lot safer in here.

No Randys, if you know what I mean.

- I do.

Why don't you have a job?

(Harold chuckles)

- Well, my old boss and I had a little disagreement about

how much work he thought I could get done in the car.

- [Jacob] Do you poop in here?

- I throw it over the fence.

- [Jacob] Do you need anything? Food, drinks?

Randy's got a bunch of beer.

- Jacob! Get back over here, it's time to come home!

- Is that your mom? - Yeah, take this, take this.

All right, well, I gotta go.

You wanna come over for dinner sometime?

- [Jenny] Come on, kiddo!

- I don't get out of the car too much.

- [Jacob] Right. Sorry.

- Hey, kid!

Smokes? - Keep 'em. I can get more.

(peaceful music)

(knocks)

- Shit.

(window squeaks)

Hey.

- (sobs) Harold.

Are you okay?

- Yeah. You know, livin' the dream.

- Oh, come on. (sniffles)

- No, I'm good. I'm okay. (Bridgette sighs)

I heard you moved to Kenner a while back.

- It's not uptown, but, (sniffs) it'll do.

(Harold chuckles)

- Bonny mentioned you have a lot next to you house.

- No. No.

Harold, this is no way to live.

You're better than this.

Is this about your mom?

She wouldn't want this. She loved you.

- I really missed you.

- I missed you.

Damn it, give me a drag.

This is ridiculous.

Just let me help you. I'm here for you.

Just, just come with me.

I'm right here.

- You're pregnant?

- [Bridgette] Yeah, I'm huge.

- From who?

- Remember Brian?

- You gotta be fucking kidding me!

- Please, wait! (knocks)

- What the fuck, man!

Fuck off!

What the fuck!

(screams) (thuds)

Fucking why!

Why!

(grunts)

(screams)

(breathes deeply)

(grunts)

Fuckin' fuck!

(pants and grunts)

(sobs)

(lively sports commentary) (audience cheers)

(Jenny chuckles)

- [Announcer] Wow, look at that agility!

- He's really nice.

- (sighs) Give it a rest, Jake.

It's not safe, you going over there.

- Listen to your mother. Don't talk to that guy, he's crazy.

He's got all those homeless people hanging around him.

- Well, maybe he could use our help.

- That's bullshit.

If that old woman would quit feeding him,

he'd get out of that car.

- I'll handle this, Randy.

He might be the nicest guy in the world, but,

there is something wrong with him.

Okay? He lives in his car.

- [Announcer] It's gotta be the most important match

of Cactus Jack's career coming up this Sunday.

- [Announcer] Well, it's his comeback match.

(knocks) - Harold, open up.

- Who is it? - Oh, who do you think it is?

It's me! Roll down the window.

- [Harold] Hey, you're here.

- Yeah.

Oh, Harold.

I'm sorry I didn't come sooner.

I really missed you.

- [Harold] Yeah.

- So?

What's the plan? What did Bridgette say?

(Harold chuckles)

- That's not gonna work.

- [Bonny] Why? What happened?

She's always loved you.

- She's pregnant, about to get married.

No.

That's... It's not gonna happen.

- Um...

What about Miss Rita's? Can you make it to Miss Rita's?

- I can't.

- I love you, Harold, and I'm here.

There's nothing out here.

I have everything set up at Miss Rita's.

I just need you to get out of the car.

- You know... (chuckles)

Out of everybody, I thought you'd be the one to understand.

- What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Harold?

(scoffs)

Harold! No.

Harold, don't you roll this window up. Don't you do it!

I came all the way down here and I came here for you.

Don't you do this.

- I love you, Bonny. - Harold, hey!

Harold!

Hey, Harold! Come on!

(door handle rattles)

Fucking unbelievable.

(switch clicks)

- You alone?

- Yeah.

- Hey.

- What was the hollering out here?

- Oh, nothin'. Just my sister.

She's crazy.

- She's crazy?

Check out what I got.

- (chuckles) I didn't expect this.

Wow! - (chuckles) Yeah.

Now you can use the heater at night,

and the light if you want it.

- Pretty sure I don't have a heater in here.

(Jacob chuckles)

- I'll work on it, but for now you can use your microwave.

- Thanks, man.

I guess we should run it through the back window.

- Cool.

(window squeaks)

Okay, here you go.

- [Harold] Thanks.

- And then here's the microwave plug.

- [Harold] And...

- Power.

Yes! - Voila.

- Does this thing run?

- Uh, it used to.

- Why don't you give it a try?

- (chuckles) You know, I don't know where the keys are.

- Oh, my god. (chuckles)

- They gotta be around here somewhere, I just-

- Yeah. All right, let's roll this up.

- Okay.

- How's that?

- [Harold] That's perfect.

All right. - I'll see you later.

- Later, man. Thanks.

- Miss Rita?

I'm just so fucking pissed right now.

- What's wrong?

- He won't get out of the car!

He just... (lighter flicks)

Flat-out refuses to get out of the car.

Doesn't even care that I came all the way down here.

- Come on into the kitchen, baby girl.

- He's just being selfish. That's all this is.

He's being selfish and you know what?

I don't know how to handle that.

I don't know how I'm supposed to deal with this.

- I don't know if he bein' selfish.

He say he can't get out of the car.

You want some eggs? - No.

I want a drink. You still keep the gin in the cabinet?

- Freezer.

- You, uh, you want one?

(knife scrapes)

- Sure.

(Bonny sighs)

- I'm just so fuckin' pissed at him.

- [Rita] Calm down, baby girl.

- It's not much but it should cover some groceries at least.

- Well, thank you. Every little bit helps, baby girl.

- You, uh, you want me to help clean this kitchen?

- [Rita] Sure.

- You wanna pour us another drink?

- [Rita] I'll pour you another drink.

I'm still working on my first one.

- You want this in the fridge?

- That's not for salads.

If you know what I mean.

- Miss Rita!

(sighs) Oh, you gross old lady.

- Where are you goin'?

Don't you get all prim and proper.

(radios bleep)

- One, two, two.

(radios bleep)

You already lost me, kid. (laughs)

I can't hear Morse code. (laughs)

You think these will work from that far?

- Maybe. We could try.

Yeah, let's do it. - All right, cool.

Don't forget your hot pocket.

- Oh, I will leave it- - Your molten-

- I'll come back in a few minutes.

- Lava pocket. All right.

(car door slams)

(melancholy music)

Niner-niner, can you hear me?

- Loud and clear.

(Harold spits)

- God!

- [Jacob] Are you okay?

- Yeah. So what's your fort like?

- It's pretty sweet.

I got a light, blankets, some comics, snack and drinks.

I could sleep in here, if I wanted.

- How'd you get the extension cord all the way over here?

- Oh, I ran it out the window

and then around the plants and garbage and then

through the neighbor's yard and out to your car.

- (chuckles) Is everybody okay with that?

- Not sure. I've got it pretty well-hidden, though.

- I'm betting Randy wouldn't appreciate it.

- You're right about that.

Was your dad an asshole?

- Yeah.

- Is that why you live in your car?

- Sort of.

- I understand.

I heard that he, um, kill...

Never mind.

- Yeah.

He did.

(radio bleeps)

- Sometimes I worry that Randy might just snap.

- [Harold] Your mom's on the porch looking for you.

(Jenny sniffles)

- Oh! Thank god, sweetie.

I've been looking for you.

I'm going to Rosemary's. You wanna come with me?

- No, I'll just stay here.

- Fine, just stay out of Randy's path, all right?

He's in a real mood.

- Are you okay?

- Baby... (sighs)

I'm fine.

(glass shatters)

Oh, god!

Just come with me, okay?

- No, I'll be fine, Mom. Don't worry.

(Jenny sighs)

- You stay in your room till I get back.

God, Randy.

This crazy guy in his car.

Jesus, help me! (grunts)

(loud crashing)

- Jacob! Jacob, are you there?

- You happy now?

(breathes heavily)

(trash can rattles)

(trash can clangs)

What the fuck?

You gotta be fucking kidding!

(grunts)

This is all your fault, you fucking retard!

Stay the fuck away from my family!

- Leave him alone!

- What the hell did you just say to me?

- [Jacob] I said leave him alone!

- [Randy] What the hell did you just say to me?

(tense music)

Huh!

- [Harold] Lock the door, Jacob!

(door rattles)

(heavy knocks) - Open the fucking door!

- Leave me alone!

(Randy grunts)

(screams)

- Jesus! Look what you made me do!

(Jacob screams)

You're fine, it's... Stop crying like a girl.

I said stop crying!

(distant machine bleeps)

(Jenny sighs)

- Sweetie, I'm... (sniffles)

I'm so sorry.

So sorry.

I know I've said this a million times, but... (sighs)

This stops now, okay?

We're in this together. We're a team.

No more of this.

- I love you.

- I love you too.

So much.

(sighs)

- Is he gonna be there when we get home?

- [Gautreaux] All right, Jacob, how does that feel?

- It's okay.

- Oh, it's okay. No need for tears, he's gonna be fine.

I promise.

Keep it dry. Bag it during bath time.

It's gonna get itchy. Don't jam anything down there.

Super easy.

- All right.

- You'll be back on your bike before you know it.

(Jenny chuckles)

Betty will take care of you on your way out.

I'll see you in six weeks.

- Thank you, Dr. Gautreaux.

(phones ring) (background chatter)

- I mean, we have to figure something out.

Otherwise, they just cart him off to the psych ward

whenever they come and tow the car.

- Maybe that's where he belongs.

- Hush your mouth, boy!

Don't you dare say that! That's your kin!

Y'all are the only family he got.

- He is not well.

- Do we know who called the cops?

- Oh, five bucks it's Randy.

- That guy has always been an asshole.

- Mm-hm.

I know what we should do about Randy.

- Not in front of the baby, Miss Rita.

Come on. - You shouldn't even play.

- Relax.

- I mean, obviously he's suffering

from some sort of mental breakdown.

Look, I don't like it any more than you guys, but,

I think we should have him committed.

I think it'd be best if it came from us instead of the cops.

- Really?

That's harsh.

- Harsh?

Okay, well, I don't hear you suggesting anything, Rico.

- Okay, Billy. We can figure this out.

- Well, what about taking the car over to Bridgette's house?

- Look, I'd offer, but once he saw my belly, he freaked out.

- Yeah, I told you guys that that wasn't gonna work.

- Right, well, where are all of your big bright ideas?

- Well, I tried literally pulling him out of the car.

- Yeah, how'd that go? - Hey, I have been here!

I see him every weekend after work.

Where have you been, Bonny? - Y'all calm down.

- No, no. We have tried everything.

I mean, we've played nice.

Well, now it's time for tough love.

- I don't think Harold need no tough love, Billy.

He got enough of that,

growing up in the house with your daddy.

- If we commit him, then we can take control of it.

If the cops do it,

then we don't know if we're gonna be able to see him.

We don't know when, if ever!

And you don't even know what this is about, Bonny.

- Well, then why don't you enlighten me, Billy?

Or get the fuck out.

- Gladly.

- Come on, Billy, don't leave. - Billy!

- Billy, stay. - Billy, you don't have to go!

- Fucking typical.

- Motherfucker.

(breathes heavily)

(jacket zips)

(knocks)

- Who is it?

- [Billy] It's me, Harold. It's Billy.

You mind rolling down the window?

- No way, man.

- Look, man.

I'm sorry about the other night.

That was wrong of me.

I shouldn't have tried pulling you out, but um,

the truth is, man, I'm scared,

because you're not giving us many options.

You won't come out on your own, you won't go to Bridgette's,

you won't go to Miss Rita's and you've denied

every opportunity to come over to my place,

and you've just proven that you can't be pulled out,

but the truth is, Harold, you have to get out,

because when the cops come, they're gonna take you.

And when that happens, we may not see you again.

And if that happens, then I don't know

if I can live with that.

(somber music)

I just want my brother back.

Harold?

(fridge hums)

(metal rattles)

(knocks)

- Harold, you up?

- [Harold] Jacob?

- Yeah.

- Are you all right, man?

I saw Randy and then you and Jenny took off

and he disappeared and I didn't see y'all get home.

- Yeah, I'm okay.

He broke my wrist.

- [Harold] Oh, my god. Are you sure you're okay?

What's Jenny gonna do?

- I'm fine and I think Randy's gone for good now.

- Really?

- Yeah, anyways, since he found the extension cord,

I thought you might be hungry.

Want hotdogs? (Harold laughs)

- You're crazy, kid. Are you sure this is okay?

- Yeah, Mom said it was fine.

- Well hell, let's do it. Pull it a little closer, man.

- Here you go.

(Harold laughs)

All right.

Let's fill this. - Yeah, pour those in here.

- All right.

- [Harold] Wow, how old is this thing?

- [Jacob] I have no idea. Randy bought it used.

- [Harold] Man, this grill is holier than church.

- Yeah.

Can you hold this? - Yeah, here.

Mom said for you to do that. - All right.

Holy crap. This grill's in worse shape than my car.

- (chuckles) Yeah.

- All right.

- Yeah, there we go. (Harold chuckles)

(chuckles)

(Harold mumbles to himself)

(chuckles)

There we go.

Boom. - Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Voila.

- Voila. (chuckles)

- Voila.

I mean, I just want one, man. I'll be good with one.

- Yeah. - Start with one?

All right.

Thanks for doing this. This is awesome.

- Yeah, I thought it'd be fun.

You know, if I put some gas in your car,

then you can just leave and you can go

anywhere you want and still be in your car.

- Here, pass me those buns. I'll toast 'em on the grill.

I wouldn't wanna leave you here all alone, man.

Besides, have you seen these windows?

I'm gonna get in a wreck if I drive five feet.

- [Jacob] (chuckles) Yeah.

- [Harold] Do you have any accoutrements?

- These are hotdogs. Why would you pout croutons on them?

- (chuckles) Mustard.

- Oh.

I actually like ketchup.

- Okay.

We'll do ketchup.

Just hang onto it until we're done.

- [Jacob] All right.

Oh, yeah. It's gonna hit the spot.

Nice.

You know, we should clean these windows.

I mean, maybe I could go with you.

(Harold chuckles)

- I don't think your mom would go for that.

I'm flattered, but...

You don't wanna leave her here all alone.

- I mean, I've been telling her how nice you are.

- Hey, has anyone signed your cast yet?

- [Jacob] No.

- It's the best part of having a cast!

Here, let me see.

(knocks)

That hurt? - Mm, a little bit.

- All right, I'll be quick. Hang on.

I got a marker.

Almost done.

My last name's pretty long.

All right. There you go.

- Really, dude? What the hell? - What?

What? You're reading it upside down.

It says "your friend, Harold."

- It says "chronic masturbator."

(Harold chuckles)

- Sorry, I couldn't help it, dude. (chuckles)

Come on, it makes you look edgy.

- [Jacob] No, it does not.

It makes me look like some guy in his car signed my cast.

(Harold laughs)

Whatever. - That's offensive.

- [Jacob] Let's just eat.

- I bet we're gonna get some extra vitamins from this grill.

- Oh, yeah.

Which one do you want?

- I don't know. Whichever one's not poisoned.

(Jacob chuckles)

I'll take that one. - Cool.

Would you like some, uh, croutons?

- Sure. - Here, you can do it.

- I'd prefer mustard, but uh...

Anyways.

This has a seal.

- Oh, sorry. I just grabbed it from the fridge.

- Fresh accoutrement!

- Yep, love them croutons.

- I think I'm pronouncing it right.

Yeah.

Oh, I think I got too much. Here you go.

Whatever.

All right, let's see how we did.

- [Jacob] Mm!

- Could use mustard, but it's all right.

- Yeah.

- Not bad for from the car.

- Yeah, really.

- Thanks, Jacob. - Yeah, no problem.

Maybe we could- - Go ahead and get mine.

- Give a little bit to the cat.

Yeah.

Mm, real good.

- It hit the spot, man. - Yeah.

- So you like the signature?

- "So you like the signature?" - It's awesome!

- Oh, my gosh! I'm gonna get bullied for this, dude.

- Screw that. Just tell 'em it's your favorite band.

They'll think you're like edgy.

- Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

- Next time we should make more for the cat.

- Yeah, for sure. - Lookin' scrawny.

- [Jacob] Yeah, he ate like half of mine.

- Yeah. (laughs)

Ah, shit.

Dude, you better go.

Sorry, dude.

Just leave that. Get outta here.

- Harold?

Harold.

Harold, don't close the window. Harold?

- [Harold] Give me one good reason.

- Rico told me what's going on.

How was I supposed to know this had anything to do with Mom?

I mean, you didn't say anything.

- I shouldn't have to, Bonny.

It happened right fucking here.

- But it didn't happen yesterday, Harold. It...

I know.

I know.

I love you.

You wanna talk about it?

- Not really.

- [Bonny] Can I do anything?

- I wish.

(mumbles)

- You're my favorite brother, Harold, and I can't lose you,

so I'm gonna need you to get out of this car.

- You know it's not that easy.

I want to get out, I...

I can't fucking just get out, you know that.

I can't.

- Okay.

It's okay.

All right.

Comin' in! - Hey whoa, what're you doing?

- I'm comin' in.

- No. - Yes!

- No, you can't fucking come in here!

- Scoot over.

- [Harold] I am not letting you in this car.

- Mm-hm. We'll see.

- What're you doing? - Move over!

Stay still and stop squirming!

- Jesus, Bonny! - Okay, stop it!

(horn blares) - Fucking Christ!

You're fucking crazy!

Fucking can't believe you, Bonny.

What the fuck? (Bonny giggles)

- I didn't spill a drop. (chuckles)

- Congratulations. - You should catch up.

- [Harold] Fucking space woman.

- You know, it's not half-bad in here. Pretty spacious.

- Thanks.

- You think I could crash here tonight?

(Harold spits)

- What?

Are you out of your fucking mind, girl?

- [Bonny] Nope. (giggles)

- You have no sense of smell.

- Are you gonna tuck me in?

Boop.

(chuckles)

- You're such an asshole.

- Love you. - (sighs) I love you too.

(Bonny sighs)

(gasoline swashes)

(cover creaks)

- [Jacob] What the...

(gasoline swashes)

(gasoline trickles)

Hey, Harold.

I put some gas in your car.

Now you can turn it on and use the heater, if you want.

(gasoline swashes)

- What's up?

- Hey, you lightin' that weirdo's car on fire?

- [Jacob] No.

- [Josh] Do you wanna fuck with him some more?

- Just leave him alone, all right?

- What's wrong with you? - What's wrong with you?

- Come on, let's get the fuck outta here.

- Yeah, just leave.

(Bonny yawns)

- [Bonny] He seems nice.

- Yeah. He's a good kid.

(window squeaks)

- (sighs) God.

I gotta go.

Billy wants to put you in the nut house.

- What?

Motherfucker.

- Don't worry. I'm not gonna let him boss me around.

But I am gonna need you to get out of this car, Harold.

And soon.

- You want that? - Mm, yeah.

Absolutely.

(Harold breathes shakily)

(knocks)

- [Harold] Go away, Bonny. You're drunk.

- [Jacob] It's Jacob.

- It's too cold to play games, kid. Get back inside.

- [Jenny] Harold?

- [Harold] Oh.

- Hi, Harold. (chuckles) It's nice to finally meet you.

Jake just wanted to bring you an extra blanket.

- It's really warm.

- [Harold] Thanks.

- You know, if you give us some of your laundry,

we could do a load for you.

- Oh, no. That's too much to ask.

- [Jenny] We insist.

- No, no. Really, I can't do it.

- Hand it over, mister.

(plastic rustles)

(plastic rustles)

- All right, I'll get these back to you tomorrow.

- Thanks, man. - Okay.

Stay warm.

- Goodnight, Harold.

That was really kind of you.

- I told you he was nice.

- Yeah, you did.

(Harold moans)

(Harold sighs)

(strums ukulele)

(melancholy ukulele music)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa! Are you crazy?

- What? I have an itch! - Get that out of there!

- What?

- Don't, don't jam that in your cast, man.

Don't jam stuff in your cast. Seriously, get it out.

Seriously, get it out. That's, you could-

- All right.

Oh, that smells awful. (Harold chuckles)

Here. - No, I'm not smelling that.

- No, take it, for real. - No, I'm not smelling-

- No, it's not that bad. - No.

(coughs)

Hello.

- Goodbye. (chuckles)

- Hey, boys. - Hello.

- Got more goodies for you.

- Whoa.

Nice.

Thanks.

- [Jacob] Gonna eat some lunch.

(Harold sighs)

(knocks)

- Hey, Mom did some more laundry for you.

- Oh, wow. Tell her I said thank you so much.

- No problem. Mind if I hop in?

- Oh, sure. Come on around.

(car door opens)

(car door closes)

(Jacob mimics engine revving)

(both chuckle)

- Man, this old thing's really got some juice.

(Harold chuckles) So where are we headed?

- Huh. I've always wanted to see Florida.

- All right, buckle up. I drive really fast.

- Okay.

(seat belts click)

Take it easy till we get out of town, all right?

- (chuckles) No problem. How do I look on that side?

- All clear.

- All right. - All right.

(Jacob mimics engine revving) Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Slow down, man!

Left! Left!

(Jacob screeches) (screams)

(Jacob mimics engine revving)

Oh, my god! Look out for those elephants!

- To hell with the elephants! We need to get to the beach!

(mimics engine revving)

- Oh, you're passing up our turn! Go back, go back!

(Jacob screeches)

(both laugh)

- Oh, my god!

That was the elephants.

Boom!

(both laugh)

- Yeah, that's a mess.

- So where are you two boys headed today?

- We're going to Florida, to the beach.

- The beach? Very nice.

Well, when are you gonna be back?

'Cause I need to go to the store.

- Uh, I'm fine here.

- You're sure? - Yeah.

- Yeah, that's what I thought you were gonna say.

Well, I made you boys up some lunch.

- Oh, my favorite. - Thanks.

- And you're sure about this, Harold?

- [Harold] Of course.

- Okay.

- By the way, thank you for doing my laundry for me.

You would not believe how sudsy it gets in here

when I try to do it.

- (chuckles) Yeah, right.

- You boys have fun.

- All right. Love you, Mom.

Could I get a sandwich too, Harold?

(chuckles)

Hey, we did a really good job cleaning this place up.

I mean, we got all your clothes folded,

got that dumb microwave outta here.

(Harold chuckles)

- Yeah, I really appreciate it, man.

- Yeah. Oh.

- Oh, yeah. - You found the key!

- It was under the seat the whole time.

(laughs)

- Gosh. - I'm not gonna use it.

- Mind if I? - No, go ahead, try it.

(ignition clicks)

- [Jacob] Hm.

I wonder what it is.

- I got no idea. (muffled music)

- [Jacob] Oh.

(lively rap music)

- You gonna mess with that girl, right?

- Shit, man, where's mine?

- Someone's coming.

- Hey, wait!

Jacob, what're you doing?

(tires screech) - Shit!

What the hell you doin', man?

You just gonna throw your arm across my lap like you my ma?

- Sorry, man.

- Yo! What the hell you doin' out in the street, little man?

- We need a jump start.

- Man, ain't no way that car's startin', man. (chuckles)

- [Jacob] We're trying to get to the beach.

- Fuck it.

- Right there.

Red is positive.

- All right, so...

(electricity crackles)

All right.

Let's give it a try.

- Yo, rev it up! Rev it up!

- Harold. Try it.

(car starts)

- How come he didn't get out the car?

- He lives in there.

- Shit. For real?

- Yeah.

- Anything we can do to help?

- You just did.

Thanks.

- Anytime, little man.

- [Harold] Hey, you got it done?

- Yeah, it was 12 bucks.

- I'll get you back.

- Thanks.

- Be careful, okay?

Holy shit, with a cast and everything there.

All right, you wanna criss-cross when tightening them.

- What? - Start with that one.

See, you criss-cross, you can get 'em tightened evenly.

- All right. - Now do the one above it.

Good, man.

Same thing, just do 'em across from each other.

- All right.

- Okay, lower the jack.

Easy, easy! No rush.

You're a natural at this. (chuckles)

All right, now you wanna use the tire iron,

put it on the lug nut and stomp it tight.

- All right.

- Put it on kinda sideways so you can stomp on it.

There you go.

Nice. Perfect.

Did you know I grew up in the house that used to be here?

- You lived here? (somber music)

- Yep. It all happened right here.

- [Jacob] Is that why you came back?

- I couldn't save her.

(crickets chirp) (ukulele music)

(Randy sighs)

- Hi.

- Whoa, hey. Are you okay?

- Oh, yeah. I, um, thought you might want some dinner.

- Wow.

Thank you so much.

- You gotta be kidding me.

(sighs) The fuckin' retard?

- I just wanted you to know

how grateful I am

for how nice you've been to Jake and...

- [Harold] It's nothing.

- It's been really hard on him and (chuckles)

since you've become friends...

- I mean, it's nothin'. (Jenny sighs)

- He told me they were gonna tow your car tomorrow, right?

- [Harold] Yeah.

- He wants to hit the road with you.

(Harold chuckles)

- [Harold] Don't worry. I told him no.

- I'll figure out a way to make it up to him.

Maybe take a trip to my mom's house for a couple of days.

You know, road trip of our own.

- [Harold] (chuckles) That's good.

- So...

What are you gonna do?

Where are you gonna go?

(melancholy music)

- I'm not sure.

I don't know.

- Jake has been asking me for a really long time and

I guess if you could make it up there, um...

We've made up the back room for you.

It's not much, but um, there is a bed,

and you can just take it day by day.

- That's, um... (chuckles)

That's the nicest thing anybody's ever done for me.

I'll try.

- Yeah?

Okay.

So...

What can I do?

- Um...

I mean, I'll need more time.

Maybe tomorrow.

- I'm sorry. (chuckles)

God, Harold, I'm sorry. - It's okay.

- Um, are you sure?

- Believe me, if I could,

I would jump out of this car right now.

- Our house is always open to you.

Please take care of yourself.

- I will.

Thanks.

(Jenny sighs)

(ominous music)

(knocks)

Did... Oh. (chuckles)

Sorry, I thought it was Jenny.

- [Bonny] Have you been talking to her?

- Yeah, she been coming by a lot.

Bringing groceries and laundry.

And the kid's been coming by a lot too.

- Do you think she'd let you stay with her?

Do you think you could make it to her house?

- I'm not moving in with them.

I mean, we're just friends.

It's too much to ask.

- Harold, I meant just as friends.

I mean, we have to do something.

I keep going back and forth with Billy

about having you committed to a mental hospital.

You don't think you can make it to her house?

(suspenseful music)

- Oh, shit.

- Shit.

Shit, Harold. Harold, we have to go.

You have to get out of this car.

You have to try and get out.

I'll be with you the whole time.

I won't leave you, I promise. Please, please, Harold.

Please. - I'm sorry.

- Don't do this. Don't, don't, don't.

Harold? Harold.

- I'm sorry, I can't.

I'm sorry, I can't. - Please don't do this.

Please.

(somber music)

- Back it up!

I said back it up or I'll haul your ass off to jail!

Back it up! (truck bleeps rhythmically)

(truck door slams)

(metal clacks)

(horn honks)

- [Daryl] Got a stowaway.

(knocks)

- Sir! I'm gonna need you to get out of your car!

- No.

- Get out of the car, sir! (knocks)

- No!

(knocks)

- Hey! No, Jake! - Leave him alone!

- This is none of your business. Go back inside.

Daryl, lift it. - I can't while he's inside.

- [Jenkins] He'll get out. Lift it.

(motor roars)

(horn honks)

(knocks)

- Get out of the car now! - No!

Stop it!

- Get out of the car!

(heavy knocks)

Get out of the car! - Fuck you!

- What're you doing?

- We can't tow cars with people inside.

It's against the law!

- I am the law!

I'm gonna come back here with a court order!

- (sobs) Stop.

- And I'm gonna rip you out of this car!

And I'm gonna drag you down to the psych ward!

You're gonna live in a fuckin' straight jacket!

- Harold?

- Hey, y'all need to get him out of here by tomorrow.

I've dealt with this guy. He's a fucking animal.

(siren chirps)

- Hal?

- Harold, he's gone.

Harold, please.

He's gone.

(knocks)

Harold. Wake up, it's the big day.

- I'm not quite awake yet.

I gotta get outta here, kid.

I got this. (ukulele music)

I got this thing.

I mean, how it's worded,

I'm pretty sure I need to get out of town.

I'm hoping I can find some place

where I can actually get out of the car.

- [Jenny] Good mornin', my boys.

- Morning! - Morning.

- Yeah.

Here is the last of your laundry.

We should go to Gam's house for a couple of days.

Like a trip of our own.

- [Jacob] Can Harold come?

- He can, if he wants to.

(Jacob mimics gunfire)

Hey, Harold! - Yeah?

- Do you know how to get to Pass Christian?

- Yeah, I think so.

- Hey. - Hey.

- I wish I could come with you.

- Next time. I promise.

- Okay, don't leave without me.

- I'll be right here. - All right.

Do you wanna finish up on the inside?

- Sure, man. - All right.

- Thank you so much. - Yeah, no problem.

- This is amazing. - (chuckles) Yeah.

- I haven't seen out of these windows in months.

- (chuckles) Yeah.

- [Harold] Peanut butter, satsumas, apples.

Got my bread. - Harold?

- [Harold] Hey.

- You can come to Houston.

You could stay with me.

(Harold chuckles)

- [Harold] Really think I need a road trip.

- Where are you gonna go?

- I don't know. I'm just gonna go where the road takes me.

- What about gas?

- I'm all full.

Kid's been filling me up, three gallons at a time.

- Food?

- [Harold] I'm all stocked up.

- I didn't think you were really gonna leave.

I've been fighting with Billy the last few days

over this fucking psych evaluation and...

I don't know, maybe you should get out of town.

I really wish you could get out of this car, Harold.

I know you can't and I understand. I just wish you could.

- Hey, it's gonna be okay.

All right?

This is gonna be good for me.

- Okay, don't go anywhere, okay?

I'm gonna get you some cash.

I've been giving money to Miss Rita for groceries,

and if you're really leaving, I think you're gonna need it.

Those full service gas stations are really expensive.

- [Harold] You've been buying my groceries?

- Don't go anywhere.

- [Harold] I wouldn't think of it.

(peaceful music)

(distant siren wails)

(tense piano music)

- Oh, shit.

(muffled siren wails)

(mumbles to himself)

(car door slams)

(knocks)

- I can see you, asshole!

What? You're not gonna let me in?

- I'm just about to leave!

Oh, shit!

- Oh, (chuckles) this is gonna be fun.

- [Bonny] No, no, stop!

- You, back up! - You don't have to do this!

He's leaving, he's leaving!

- [Harold] Leave her alone!

No!

(thuds)

- [Bonny] Stop, stop!

(Harold screams)

Stop! - Let him go! Harold!

- Jacob, go! - Back it up!

- Jesus, what you doin'? - He didn't do anything!

- Stop it! (Harold groans)

- I was gonna leave!

I was gonna leave!

(pants)

(gasps)

(car starts)

- Hey, bud. Are you about ready?

- Yeah.

(Jenny chuckles)

- Oh, come on. (chuckles)

I know you wanted to go on that trip, but,

I can't let you, I mean...

I love you.

And I know Harold is a really good guy, but,

I would be a bad mom if I let you go on a trip at 13.

Besides, we've got a road trip of our own. (chuckles)

Yeah and Gammy's house is really close to the beach.

And don't forget to pack up all of your video games,

'cause you can play as much as you want.

This is your vacation.

(phone rings)

Oh! I bet that's Gammy right now wondering where we're at.

(phone rings)

(phone rings)

(suspenseful music)

(phone rings)

(door creaks)

- Where the hell are you goin'?

- No, none of your business. What're you doing here?

- Everything under this house is my business.

- Leave me alone. Mom! - Y'all leaving me, hm?

Going with that freak?

(Jacob grunts and chokes)

Don't cross me, boy.

(Jacob coughs)

- [Jenny] (gasps) Oh, my god, Mom!

(slap) (Randy grunts)

- Where you goin'?

Where are you goin', hm?

- Randy! - Hm?

Where are you-

- What're you doing here, Randy?

- Where are you going? - I have a restraining-

- Don't lie to me!

I saw Jacob packing his bag, hm?

Are you heading off with that freak, huh?

- No, no!

- How dare you make a fool out of me.

(Jacob coughs)

(lively metal music)

- Harold, Randy's here. We need help.

(tense music)

Harold!

(coughs)

- No, Randy. - Now you sit down.

And you shut up.

(Jacob screams) (groans)

(slap) - Oh, my god!

(gun cocks) (pants)

- Sit down, or I'm really gonna hurt him.

(grunts) (Jacob groans)

- No, Randy, you fucking leave him alone!

(Jacob groans)

- Huh? With that smart mouth, huh?

- Randy, leave us alone! - Huh!

(slap) - No!

You leave him alone.

(Jacob pants)

(Jacob groans and coughs)

(dog barks)

- [Jacob] Harold, he's killing us. We need help.

- Jacob?

- [Jacob] Harold, please help us! He's killing us!

- Jacob!

Jacob!

(car starts) (tense music)

- You see what he made me do?

You see? You see what you made me do, hm?

Don't you know that I love you?

Are you too stupid to realize that, huh?

Why are you doing this to me? - I know.

(car engine roars)

(tires screech)

- Jacob!

Jacob!

- I love you. - You love me?

See, I thought, I thought- - I do!

- I thought you said you wanted a happy little family right?

Mm-hm, mm-hm? - We're a family.

- Yeah? Are you happy, Jen?

Are you happy?

Are you happy? - I'm so happy.

- God. Why can't you get it through your thick skull?

I love you.

- Help!

Help!

(pants)

Fuck it.

(Jenny sobs) (tense music)

- Baby, baby.

I told you...

(gun cocks)

If you ever got a restraining order, I was gonna kill you.

(thud) (groans)

Speak of the retard!

- Come on, you son of a bitch! (Randy grunts)

(thud)

- You trying to steal my family, you fuckin' freak?

- No!

No, you bastard!

(Randy groans)

- Is he okay?

- [Jenny] Oh, baby! No.

- [Paramedic] Ma'am, we're going to need

to take a look at you.

- I said I'm fine. You take care of him.

(Jacob pants)

- You're gonna be okay, man.

Take care of him. He's a special kid.

(Jacob pants)

- Harold. - It's gonna be all right.

Get in there with him.

- Ready?

- [Rita] Harold!

Harold!

You're out of your car!

- (chuckles) I guess I am. - Oh, Harold.

- (chuckles) I am.

- I knew you could do it, Hal.

I knew you could get out of your car.

(Harold chuckles)

- Thank you.

- Harold!

We're not leaving here without you.

- I gotta go.

- Good for you, Hal.

Your momma would be so proud.

(muffled radio chatter)

(ambulance doors slam)

(ambulance starts)

(distant siren wails) (bright acoustic music)

♪ Whoa, whoa, in my life ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, pretty baby ♪

♪ There's been some sun shine ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, in my life ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, pretty baby ♪

♪ There's been some good times ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, in my life ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, pretty silver lining ♪

♪ And your clouds are made of gold then they're just right ♪

♪ You're just right, baby, to hold ♪

♪ And your clouds are made of gold then they're just right ♪

♪ You're just right, baby, to hold ♪

♪ And your clouds are made of gold ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, in my years ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, pretty baby ♪

♪ There's been some big bright eyes ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, in my years ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, pretty baby ♪

♪ There's been some clear blue skies ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, in my years ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, pretty silver lining ♪

♪ And your clouds are made of gold then they're just fine ♪

♪ You're just fine, baby, to flow and flow ♪

♪ Clouds are made of gold and they're just right ♪

♪ You're just right, baby, to have and to hold ♪

♪ Clouds are made of gold ♪

♪ You can turn your radio up loud ♪

♪ You put your arms in the air and girl just dance it out ♪

♪ A little smile on your face ♪

♪ Well, baby, make room for more ♪

♪ 'Cause they're gold ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, in my days ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, pretty babe ♪

♪ There's been some foolproof plans ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, in my days ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, pretty babe ♪

♪ There's been some faraway lands ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, in my days ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, pretty silver lining ♪

♪ And your clouds are made of gold then they're just right ♪

♪ They're just right, baby, to hold ♪

♪ When your clouds are made of gold then they're just right ♪

♪ They're just right ♪

♪ You're just right, baby, to hold ♪

♪ And your clouds are made of gold ♪

♪ You can turn your radio up loud ♪

♪ Put your arms in the air and girl just dance it out ♪

♪ A little smile on your face ♪

♪ Well, baby, make room for more ♪

♪ 'Cause they're gold ♪

♪ They're gold ♪