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WILD BILL:
Previously on Heels...

My brother betrayed me!

I'm not entirely sure folks
want to see Ace do anything

after you made him cry
in the ring.

JACK: Are people
talking about us?

'Cause if they are,
that's a good thing.

Mr. and Mrs. Eddie and Annie Earl,
good to see y'all.

My banner is missing
the verse from Revelation

that I had sent over to y'all.

Would you get the fuck off me?

I'm not your boyfriend.
How clear can I be?

And if DWL's a problem for you, do--
just don't come to the shows.

I have to come, Jack,
because it's our whole life.

What the fuck
was that shit, Jack?

The whole fucking crowd
was booing me.

They were all chanting.
You'd make a really good heel!

This is what you wanted,
ain't it, Jack?

-(groaning) No!
-ACE: Take it, Bobby!

I'm a heel now.

(scoffs)

I fucked up pretty bad.

(mellow rock music plays)

♫ ♫

(singer)
♫ I'm not waiting for ♫

♫ The answer ♫

♫ ♫

♫ And I will ♫

♫ Walk in the shore ♫

♫ To find you ♫

♫ To find ♫

♫ The peace that's your own ♫

♫ Where you come from ♫

♫ All that you want ♫

♫ One that's your own ♫

♫ A place to call home ♫

♫ Won't be ♫

♫ Granted ♫

♫ What is fair in love ♫

♫ Is fair in war ♫

♫ ♫

♫ What is fair in love ♫

♫ Is fair in war ♫

♫ One ♫

♫ To one ♫

Improved Captions by Sailor420
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♫ What's love ♫

♫ In war? ♫

♫ ♫

(distant sirens, horns honking)

Behold our new title belt.

We're still waiting
for the boss to sign off

on the redesigned logo,

which will go dead
in the center.

Our research has revealed
an overlooked fact.

If you sit
in the nosebleed seats,

the current belts
are hard to see.

But this revised
and improved title belt--

highly visible.

This dynamic redesign

lends itself to premium
placement in toy stores.

(woman) This is true.

I think it needs sound effects.

Make it beep and boop and shit.

Perfect. Yeah, yeah.

Kids will love playing with
it even more if we add that.

Yeah, of course they will.

That's all it is, is a toy...

a toy I fractured my skull for,

a toy I got
two knee replacements for,

a toy I watched
a lot of friends die

in a fucking gutter
chasing down.

-Ha!
-(people gasp)

-Whoo!
-(uncomfortable laughter)

Can we please remember this
is an office, not a ring, Bill?

Oh, it's all a ring,
sweetheart.

As a former champion,
we need you to get behind this.

I hate this fucking belt.
It's a piece of shit.

But I am
a reliable soldier, Maria.

It's all good.

Off to Cleveland.

Gonna need to pack my robe,
if I'm getting back on camera.

Nothing on camera this week,

but good to be ready
if things change.

(indistinct chatter)

(Black Oak Arkansas' "Lord Have
Mercy on My Soul" playing)

♫ ♫

(plane engine roaring)

♫ ♫

(singer) ♫ I've walked through
The halls of karma ♫

♫ I shook hands with both
The Devil and God ♫

♫ They turned my eyes
To the inside to see ♫

(grunts softly)

(singer) ♫ Where my energies
Have gone ♫

♫ So, Lord, have mercy ♫

♫ Lord, have mercy
On my soul ♫

♫ ♫

(flight attendant) Sir?

Sir, are you okay in there?

(singer) ♫ And I'll scratch
Your back for sure ♫

Oh, oh, oh. Ooh!

Pardon me! Ha ha!

Oh, yeah, y'all first-class
yuppie fucks filming this shit.

Hell, I would, too.

You're about to witness
a phoenix rise from the ashes.

The ass-beating,
ass-eating man hisself!

Here's what I think of
your toy, you corporate cunts.

The kids gonna love
playing with it.

Ah.

Uh, we need an air marshal.

Ooh!

(ducks quacking)

(groans softly)

Breakfast in a half hour.

You're not there,
you eat with the ducks.

I really did it this time,
didn't I?

Don't wallow. Come eat.

WILD BILL: Hey, tell Ted
to fetch me a towel.

WILLIE: Don't push it.

(smoke alarm beeping)

Staci. Hey, Staci, wake up!

-Shit.
-STACI: What? Oh, my God.

-Thomas?
-JACK: Oh, shit!

-Hey, hey, get up.
-What?

Want you to get out
of the house

with your mom right now,
please.

Dad, what's going on?
Not my blanket.

Hey, get out of the house
right now!

-STACI: Come on, baby.
-God damn it.

(alarm continues beeping)

(dramatic music)

♪♪

(alarm continues beeping)

♫ ♫

You're going hard
on that maple syrup, Bill.

My sister shipped that to us
from New Hampshire.

It's pretty tasty, right?

Well, syrup's syrup.

The syrup's delicious, hon.

If we're telling truths,
pancakes are a little dry, Ted.

That's why I soaked 'em
in syrup.

But they are filling. Grazie.

Hey, look here.

(Wild Bill in video) Whoo!

See how big the censored bit
in the video is?

Hard to hide
my natural blessing.

Blurry but lengthy.

Okay, you know what?
Put it away, please.

-TED: There she is.
-Knock it off.

Hey.

Hey, it's the prettiest
debutante in Duffy.

Hey, Bill. Anything left
for breakfast today?

-(laughter)
-I'm a hungry guest, I admit.

So what's the word?
Suspension? Fine?

No, boss lady
just wants me to lay low

until she sorts things out.

I mean, I imagine post-9/11,

you got some
U.S. Marshal issues here.

Post-9/11--
that's a timely reference, Ted.

Why not say post-Watergate,
or post-Berlin Wall?

I raided a beverage cart.

My story's put the league
back in the spotlight.

This publicity's
good publicity.

Calling your boss the C-word,
not so much.

Is the C-word the "cock" word
or the "cunt" word?

-No, no, no--
-Hey, what--we don't--no.

-No, no that's not--
-Look, we say "the C-word"

so we don't have to say
the actual word.

No, and we don't say
the actual word

because it's impolite to do so.

Okay, just--

Robin, to answer your question,

both C-words
accurately describe

the countless
corporate assholes

who dismiss the input
of mavericks like myself--

icons who built
a global enterprise

who now must watch it
be destroyed

by a ruthless lust for money.

Cock words and cunt words,
the lot of 'em.

But don't be afraid of words
or people.

-How's school?
-It sucks.

What kind of lies they telling
in U.S. history these days?

Fire chief thinks the squirrels
ate through the wiring.

I knew it.

THOMAS:
That was my favorite blanket.

We're gonna make this
a good thing.

Let's go to a hotel
that has a pool.

-Yeah!
-No, no, no. I'm sorry.

It's gonna cost a lot of money
to rewire the whole house.

We got to save.

Hey, the whole house
didn't go up in flames.

Not yet. Will soon.

JACK: You don't know that.

Yeah, well, I do know
that our insurance

won't cover all the damage.

Look, we just--
it is what it is.

We just have
no emergency cushion.

We need to--I need--

Jack, I've got to get a job.

We got a real good meeting with
Eddie Earl today, all right?

Bunch of money's gonna
come into the DWL.

Have faith.

Come on,
let's go pack for Grandma's.

Come on, bud.

Pajama pants and cowboy boots
are a good look on you.

(upbeat rock music)

♫ ♫

ROOSTER: Ooh.

I love fucking
to this song, baby.

-(laughter)
-Dude, there's a lady present.

How about it, Crystal?

You like getting down
with some tunes on?

You don't have to answer that.

No, I like to focus
on my own rhythm.

-Mm.
-(laughter)

That's facts.
She and Ace need no music.

Hey! You told me
you weren't looking.

I wasn't looking.

I heard, "You're hot."
"No, you are."

(laughter)

Ace Spade,
lucky motherfucker now.

Did he ever apologize to you

for that crap he said
to you at the show?

Ace ain't
the saying-sorry type.

Now, that is a damn
good-looking head of hair.

Thank you very much.

Hey, Crystal,
um, I need a cut, too.

I mean, I'm short cash,

but I got this, uh, $20, uh,
TGI Friday's gift card.

I mean, it's as good as money.

Yeah, if you like TGI Friday's,

which, lucky for you,
asshole, I do.

-Quite a bit.
-Hey!

Come on.

Hey, Crystal, could you stop
by my trailer before you leave?

I have something
I want to run by you.

-Ooh.
-Okay, okay, okay.

ROOSTER: Okay, you got to run
something by her.

-Sure thing, Bobby.
-Thanks.

"Sure thing, Bobby."

-Get out of here.
-"Sure thing, Bobby."

(laughter)

Hey, you think Bobby
has any lice?

'Cause I don't trust
that mullet.

What about that beard of yours?

-BOBBY: Hey, how's it going?
-Hey.

Uh, do you want a water
or Diet Dr. Pepper or anything?

-Um, I'm good.
-Okay. Come on in.

Wow, this trailer
is, uh--is not gross.

Yeah, my grandpa gave it to me.

I just, you know,
want to honor him.

I can't write
when it's dirty, either, so--

-I didn't know you wrote.
-Yeah.

I mean, mostly lyrics, and then
I started four graphic novels,

but mostly it's rap,
like my entrance song.

-(chuckles)
-BOBBY: So...

Would you like to sit down?

Yeah, sure.

So, uh, what--what's going on?

Uh...

Who is Bobby Pin?

-What do you mean?
-My character in the ring.

I don't know who he is,
and it's a lot of pressure,

because they want to keep
my feud with Ace going, and--

Well, that's--that's amazing.
Congratulations.

Thank you, but--she said
that my gimmick sucks.

Well, she was probably
hungover.

She said it's not her job

to come up with something
that I could inhibit.

-Inhabit?
-I'm not sure the difference.

One of them is spelled
with an A.

The other's spelled with an I.

One prevents you

from doing the thing
that you want--inhibit.

And the other, you become
the thing that you want--

inhabit.

It's an amazing language,
English.

-Yeah, I like my crosswords.
-Yeah.

It's just,
if Jack hates my idea,

he's not gonna give me a push.

Don't waste your time
trying to predict

what Jack will or won't do.

I was really hoping
that you could help me think

of something, like, badass.

I'm not really sure
my taste suits the DWL.

Yeah, but you're badass.
People respect you.

(chuckles) Well, I definitely
know that's not true,

but just tell me
what you were thinking.

Word. Uh, this is a new song
I've been cooking up.

Okay.

Uh, well, this is it.

Yeah.

(Bobby on computer)
♫ Bobby Pin ♫

♫ Texas ♫

♫ Put a pin in it ♫

-Come on, let's go.
-(air horn blares)

♫ No time for your lanes ♫

♫ Put a pin in it ♫

♫ Bobby Pin all day
Put a pin in it ♫

-♫ The ladies all say-- ♫
-Uh, can--

-♫ Put a pin in it ♫
-(music stops)

Okay, um...

you know, when I see--
when I see this

and I see all of this,

I don't really see rap.

Do you?

No?

No, you don't.

Okay.

JACK: All right,
so streaming's the key.

We want to build out
our YouTube channel

with a high-quality
streaming broadcast.

That's--that's the hook.

People come for the streaming,

but they stay
for the back catalog.

Got old matches,
uh, old promos, old heroes.

The DWL's back catalog's
500 videotapes.

They're sitting
at my mother's house.

I would have taped over them
for my Hallmark movies.

She would have.
She would have, I swear.

JACK:
Well, we got vintage Wild Bill,

from when
he was starting his career

and a bunch of other guys
you'd recognize

that came through Duffy
as stringers.

It's content. It's history.

And it's a social-media manager
in Atlanta

to digitize the tapes,
which is gonna cost.

Uh, because everyone's phone's
with 'em all the time,

the DWL can be with 'em
all the time, highlights.

There we go--on Facebook,
on- on Twitter, Instagram.

We got the TikTok, and, uh--

-Build a DWL Snapchat filter.
-There we go.

Let our fans
carry the promotion load.

I love Facebook--

connecting with old friends,
meeting new ones.

-Yes, you do, dear.
-I love it. I do.

And if I was gonna try to start
a baby wrestling league,

this is how I'd do it.

-JACK: Hmm.
-But I'm not.

No, that's right. We are.

We just need a little help
from our sponsor.

Right. Uh, look, Annie,
Eddie, you know Jack.

He's a true talent, he's
just a phenomenal storyteller.

Uh, you know, now is the time
to get behind him.

I've been in since the get-go.

I'm giving you as much
as I'm comfortable.

Any more just wouldn't be
a wise investment.

What? Tell us why not, Eddie.

(sighs) Uh, supporting the DWL
is good for my pawn shop.

-JACK: Mm-hmm.
-Because we're here in Duffy--

a place where people
pawn things they cherish,

because their backs
are up against the wall.

We don't live in a
"taking chances" kind of world.

Oh.

Are you writing down
what he said?

For his book.

EDDIE: Now, my second-hand
car business,

that's where I could use
the growth,

but the DWL doesn't
help me there,

'cause y'all ain't
got the reach.

I told your father your biggest
problem i-is in the name.

Duffy Wrestling League?
Every show's a house show.

Anybody that gives a crap
lives in the area.

Well, that's my point, Eddie.

We need someone local
to get behind us,

and then we can expand
our fanbase.

There's got to be something
we can do here,

to-to show you what we mean.

Jack, I invest in the DWL

because you provide
a captive audience

that's emotionally invested
in make-believe,

an audience made up
of folks who,

despite their circumstances,

believe that dreams
are gonna come true

and their luck can change.

But unless Duffy wins a bid
to be the next Amazon outpost

or a hurricane
lops off half of Georgia,

makes Duffy oceanfront,

dreams aren't coming true,
and--and luck ain't turning,

and the population of Duffy
ain't expanding.

Neither is the DWL.

-I'm sorry.
-JACK: No, I'm sorry.

I see your sign out there
with the God, community,

and the--the low pricing,

and you're a--you're
a local entrepreneur

and a man of faith
who's not showing any faith

in the family he's known
for a long time.

WILLIE: Annie, Eddie,
thank you.

Thank you both. Look, I'm sorry.

-Fucking piece of shit.
-Hey.

-Yeah.
-Jack, wait up.

Why the fuck he take
that fucking meeting?

Because he's a businessman,

that's why, and he's still
our main sponsor.

Well, fuck him, because that
presentation was fucking good.

-Okay.
-It made perfect fucking sense.

Okay, Jack--

And I want to take
that little motherfucker

-and throw him through a wall.
-Hey, hey, hey, stop.

Look at me.

You're running way too hot.

Well, the walls feel like

they're closing
a little bit, Willie.

Closing in doesn't mean
tumbling down just yet.

So we work harder.
We stay focused.

Not get emotional.

Look, this thing of ours--

this thing that we've put
so much time into

will not succeed,

if you let your emotions
get the better of you.

So what? Eddie thinks
we don't have reach.

You want that fish on the line,
we got to prove him wrong.

Just go deal
with your fire fiasco.

I've got my own fire
to put out with Billy.

Why'd you let that fucking
jackass stay at your house?

It's more occupying
than staying.

He's drying out,
sleeping, worrying.

He's terrified
of losing his job.

Poor Wild Bill.

Do you know what I would give
for his money or his problems?

I don't understand
why you were ever with him.

-You never had sex with him.
-Oh, God damn it, Willie.

You said you didn't understand.

There's a lot of things
a girl will overlook

when the sex is great.

Let's put that
on a fucking Post-It.

Everyone knows
that one already.

Look, the people you love
in your 20s,

they get their hooks into you
in a fucked-up way.

Things didn't end well
with me and Bill.

I don't know, maybe me
letting him stay with us

is a way to move past that.

And, you know,
with Bill down on his luck,

he might be willing
to promote us.

He's got a hell of a lot more
people paying attention to him,

for the first time in years.

I don't want him
anywhere near me.

Howdy.

William, you need to play nice

until I get
your renegotiation done.

Paula, I can't recall
the last time

you called me with good news.

Last week I called you
about the Burger King spots

with Ridley Scott,

before you decided to call
your bosses corporate cunts.

You're my manager.
I gave you something to manage.

You're welcome.

You want me to manage
your dick

and teach you
how to keep it in your pants?

Unfortunately,
your spending habits

don't give you
a lot of leverage.

I have spent the last
three years diversifying,

like you advised.

Oh, I never said invest
in the oil sands project

in Alberta.

I mean, what are you
driving right now?

You driving a Corolla,

or did you fucking upgrade
to an Escalade, hmm?

You make choices
like you're the only one

who's ever gonna win,
but you aren't.

-You need to go to rehab.
-Oh.

It is a legitimate gesture

that they may respond to
with some compassion

regarding your use of success
and service to them.

Now, I am flying down there,

and we're gonna hold
a press conference.

You will say nothing,
post nothing,

do nothing
until we speak in person.

Got to go.

I know it is just a cleaning,

but can I get
some laughing gas?

Oh, not that one.

I don't know what this brand
feeds their chickens

before they slaughter 'em,

but I find that it has
more flavor and fries crispier.

-Sour Patch Kids.
-No.

Hey, Carol, you ever
want to get a job

while you were raising
Jack and Ace?

Aside from designing, cutting,

and sewing the costumes for
my husband's wrestling league,

while trying to keep
that husband happy?

No.

Gave my life to my boys.

Always had one eye peeled,

even while I was
at the sewing machine.

Life of the mom.
Good one anyway.

Why? Not why'd you
give your life to him,

but why'd you never work?

Raising kids is a full-time job
if you're doing it right.

Anyone disagrees,
they are wrong.

Uh, you don't want 'em living
too many hours with babysitters

who don't love 'em,
who just think of 'em

as an opportunity
to make money.

(scoffs) But then
babysitters cost less.

I thought
I'd be living elsewhere,

but things turned out
differently.

Oh, grab that, uh,
Pillsbury flour for me, please.

I got a coupon
for the King Arthur.

Well, at this stage of my life,

I find something that works
for me, I stick with it.

It's Pillsbury for me.

All right, I think we got it.

-(both laugh)
-Wow!

Sweet. Bobby '85.

Yeah, I mean, it's
the golden age of wrestling.

You already got the mullet.

Well, I mean, you gave me
a great cut, so...

-(chuckles) It's nostalgia.
-Yeah.

You know how
every movie's a remake

'cause folks just want
to remember

how good shit used to be?

Yeah.

I think I probably
have to stop eating, though,

'cause you drew my abs
a little bit too good.

-(laughter)
-No, you look great.

Thank you. It's awesome.

Yeah, Bobby '85 it is.

(rock music)

-Thank you, baby.
-Keep their tab open, will ya?

(Ace whistles)

TRICIA: Well, dang, I haven't
seen you in a hot minute.

-What's up, Tricia?
-Figured you got back together

with your little
trailer-park gal.

(scoffs) Yeah, no.

Uh, just been busy.

Yeah, I bet.

Hey, can I get a- a Miller
and 24 wings?

Sure thing.

Oh, by the way,
your friend is here.

Kooky Bill.

-Here here?
-Yeah.

Yeah, he's in the bathroom
boozing and blowing oxy.

(scoffs)

Uh, hey, can I get
those wings to go, please?

Yeah, but I get off in an hour.

You should stay and flirt.

The prince of Duffy. How goes?

Super good, Bill. You?

Super-duper good, son.

I'll bet. I saw your, uh, video
on Barstool.

Only helps to build my brand.

Just ask Scarlett Jo Smoke Show
back there.

I'll bet she's seen it.

Yeah, you need a trim
down there, Bill.

They don't call me Wild Bill
for nothing.

I got untamed pubes.

(chuckles)

I'd eat a mile of her shit,
just to lick where it came out.

How long you in town for?

Headed back up
to headquarters any day now.

Get me a new assignment.

Very cool.

Hey, listen...

I know the last time we talked

it was me squirting shit
into your pool.

Hope you didn't take
that personally.

I really did think
you had the goods.

Did?

Ha! Do. Still do.

Thanks.

You ain't leaving, are you?

Yeah, we're having Jack's
family over for dinner tonight.

Fuck that, man.
I know your mama.

She don't do dinner at 4:30.

Let me grease the skids
with some beers,

and let's hustle some pool.

Your dad would love that.

Taking money off these dunces
was one of Tom's superpowers.

Come on, big man, let's play.

♫ ♫

(Wild Bill laughs)

That's my goddamn partner.

Welcome to the woodshed.
Chop-chop.

♫ ♫

-I missed.
-No, no, not--

I'm talking about,
where's the passion?

Where's the anger?
You're a heel now.

You got the perfect excuse.

I don't want to talk
about wrestling.

Then I guess you don't want
to talk about me

pitching your new bad-guy
gimmick to the big boss.

(scoffs) They really
didn't fire your ass?

Fuck, no!

They fucking love that video.
It was a promo.

I'm just here taking time out,
as a formality, you know.

Guys like me--and you--

we ain't meant to stay
in these small-town shitholes.

Your brother,
on the other hand...

ACE: Your shot.

(sighs)

(grunts)

-Uh-oh.
-(laughter)

You want to know the trick?

To what?

Every day a hundred things
happen to me

make me want to spit.

Fucking people
and all their bullshit,

their untested manhood

makes me want to step
on a frog,

hear it crunch and ooze.

No time for a final,
feeble ribbit.

The regular folks,
they got to let that shit go.

Puke out the black flies.

But I use it.

I soak it up.

That's my superpower.

Pay attention.

Hey, you mind telling me what
happened to your nine ball?

I don't recall
y'all sinking that one.

Um...

Ah, hmm.

You shrugging, cheating

chicken-dicks
snuck that ball in.

-We didn't cheat.
-Uh-uh.

The ball must have rolled in
on accident or something.

You calling me a liar, cheater?

Bet your wife's a cheater, too,
you little cuck.

Don't talk about my wife.

Dude, guys, just chill out,
all right, man?

It's not a big deal.

Hold on.
You gonna seriously tell me

you don't let
someone else stick

that fat-ass wife of yours,
you little fucking cuck bitch?

Cuck-a-doodle-doo,
motherfucker!

Hey, fuck you, man.

(crowd gasps, murmurs)

What? You want to get rowdy?

You gonna do something,
or you gonna stand there

while I fuck you doggie style?

Did you shave
your taint for me?

You'd like that, wouldn't you,
you little cuck bitch?

Sorry about the ball, okay?

I'm just fucking with you.
(chuckles)

Ah! Whoo!

(laughs)

Get the fuck out of here.

(laughs)

That's why I'm the best
at what I do.

Reckon you got it in you, too,
just like your dad.

He played nice for the crowds,
but Tom had a vicious side.

You tap that vein,
riches will flow.

(insects chirping)

Mom, it's been 15 minutes.
The food's gonna get cold.

But we eat together
as a family so rarely.

I'd like to wait for
your brother, if that's okay.

(Ace sighs)

Take off your hat.

Looks pretty good, though.

Thomas, please say
the blessing.

(Jack clears throat)

Dear God, thank You
for this dinner.

Thank You for the Falcons,
the Braves,

and especially the Bulldogs.

God bless the chickens
that died,

so they could be this food.

God bless my family the most.

Me, Mom, Dad,

Uncle Ace, Granny, Gran-Gran,

Grandma Spade,
and Grandad Spade in Heaven.

Amen.

(all) Amen.

Ace, pass
the smushy rice, please.

Thomas, your grandad
isn't in Heaven.

He's in hell where people go
when they kill themselves.

What do you mean?

Uh, I don't think Thomas
needs to hear this right now.

He needs to hear what happens
to folks who kill themselves.

Hey, Mom, please, come on.

Please lie to him about hell?

In the Bible,
Judas killed himself,

and Judas isn't in Heaven,
I can assure you of that.

Hey, buddy, how's, uh--
how's little league going?

-I'm playing third base.
-Third base?

Your granddad is on fire
for eternity.

That's what happens
when you give up.

-God gives up on you.
-Damn it, Carol, enough!

(somber music)

♫ ♫

STACI: Where are you going?

I got to work.

♫ ♫

Please sit.

Dad's, uh, burning flesh
kind of ruined my appetite.

♫ ♫

Yeah, I mean, my parents
are always telling me,

"Just stay the course, Bobby."

It's like, man,
sometimes I wish life was like

Mario Kart or something,
where the course

is just up in the corner,
you know?

Yeah, right?

So, when people told you
"stay the course,"

you kind of know what
the course looks like.

-Like, who's in front of you...
-Mm-hmm.

-...who's coming up behind you.
-Mm-hmm.

Okay, I would always play
as Toad.

-(scoffs)
-Who were you?

-Diddy Kong.
-Okay, fair, I love Diddy Kong.

(both laugh)

Crystal, thank you
for helping me.

I mean, really, thank you.

Yeah, I love this stuff.

-It's--it's fun, you know?
-Mm-hmm.

You know, when you--
when you asked me to, um,

come to your Airstream earlier,

I thought you were gonna, like,
make a move on me or something.

-(both chuckle)
-What, like a dance move?

I can moonwalk
pretty good, actually.

-(laughs)
-It's hard in the boots.

Yeah, by pretty good,
you mean pretty bad?

-Bobby Pin.
-Hey.

-Can I get a selfie?
-Yeah.

-Uh, can I hand you this?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Thanks.
-Wait. Crystal, you too.

Uh, you know what?
My hands are a little full.

I'll get ya at the Dome,
all right?

-Hey, we'll do one with us.
-CRYSTAL: Awesome.

Ready? Let's do one,
big muscles, okay?

-(kid) Okay.
-Here we go, big muscles.

-(Bobby groans)
-(camera shutter clicks)

BOBBY: Yeah.

Thanks, guys. High five.

All right, thanks a lot.
Y'all come to the Dome, okay?

-I will.
-I'll see you there.

-Thanks.
-Yeah.

You're gonna be a great face.

(chuckles) Thanks.

Ace loved being a face,

but he wasn't so good
at turning on his smile.

But I guess now
he won't have to.

Hey, bud.

Thanks for letting me
take your bed, Uncle Ace.

All good, little man.
You can't sleep?

Thinking of granddad on fire.

(scoffs)

He ain't on fire.

THOMAS: Grandma says he is.

Well, grandparents
don't know everything.

She said it was in the Bible.

She should reread it.

THOMAS:
Should I tell her that?

You should not.

You know,
adults know a lot more

about some stuff than kids.

But no one...

and I mean no one

knows what happens
after you die.

So, whenever someone says
that they do,

all you got to do is nod.

You don't got to agree
or disagree.

Just nod.

-Isn't a nod a yes?
-Sometimes.

Sometimes a nod is just a way
to end a conversation

you don't want to keep having.

You understand?

(chuckles)

That's my nephew.

Uncle Ace, who cleaned him up

after he killed himself,

when he was--
when he was laying there?

(gentle music)

♫ ♫

(sighs) Your daddy
cleaned him up real good.

Did Daddy cry when he saw him?

I wasn't there.
I was with Grandma.

Was Grandma sad?

She's still sad.

She seems mad.

Sometimes that's the way
sad comes out.

Why did he do it?

His spirit got broken.

THOMAS:
How did his spirit get broken?

♫ ♫

Hey, I heard somebody
needs a new blanket.

Why don't you try
this one on for size?

It's a nice Georgia Bulldogs
blanket for you.

-Are you serious?
-(drawer closes)

Just don't let your daddy
put out any fires with it.

I love you, Uncle Ace.

Back at you, bud.

(snaps fingers) Sleep loose.

♫ ♫

All right,
just tell me when to go.

I'm sorry. Now?
Don't fuck with me.

Now? All right,
is that frame okay?

-(Ace sighs)
-WILD BILL: All right.

Thank you for giving up
your bed.

Thomas should be down here.

Basement's scary, even now.

-You watching old DWL shit?
-Yeah.

I cut a promo today
where I challenged The Rock.

(chuckles)

-ACE: The Rock?
-JACK: The Rock.

ACE: The Rock The Rock?

JACK: The Rock The Rock, yeah.

I thought maybe it gets shared
on social media.

He sees it, comes down,

plays with us,
and helps put us on the map.

Like one of those videos
where the nerdy kid

asks Taylor Swift
to go to prom with him?

When you put it that way, yeah.

-(chuckles)
-(Wild Bill shouting on TV)

-ACE: Young Wild Bill.
-JACK: Mm-hmm.

(chuckles)

Look at all that hair.

(both laugh)

I've got news for you,
little half-wit!

-"Little half-wit."
-You ain't in for no treat!

Just a good old-fashioned
ass-whupping!

So fucking cheesy.

It was innovative.

They were innovators.

Now it's just been done
to death.

Long live the king, baby!

(imitates gunshots)

(imitates explosion, laughs)

Did we get it?

Don't make me
do that shit again.

Do you think Dad's in hell?

You didn't listen to mom
your entire life,

and you're just
gonna start now?

(scoffs)

You seen, uh,
Florida Dystopia's promos?

They're the ones
where Charlie Gully

lights people on fire,
and they chant "fuck the DWL."

Yeah, I seen those a few times.

I'm just saying, you know,
they--they look like movies,

not like--not like these.

I want to use something
like that, something cinematic.

I didn't call you down here
for notes on creative.

-All right?
-Ah, right, I forgot.

Yeah, you got it
all figured out.

You know, I was with Wild Bill
this afternoon,

and all I kept thinking
to myself was,

"Do I have to tell Jack
about this?"

And, "Is Jack gonna be angry
at me for doing this?"

Like you're my fucking dad.
I mean damn it, Jack.

Why do you have to control
everything all the time?

Because I'm the one that's
creating things all the time.

How was good old Wild Bill?

Maybe I should pay him
a visit,

get some tips on how
to completely fuck up my life.

Do you have to be an asshole
to be a heel?

Are you asking,

or are you calling me
an asshole?

No.

You do not have to be
an asshole to be a heel.

You got to be able to take
the heat if you're a heel,

and you need to learn
how to separate

you the character
from you the person.

You cannot take
this shit home with you.

And when you're starting out...

...that is easier said
than done.

(breathes deeply)

All right, Mr. Tarantino.

You want to help me
with this or what?

-Yeah.
-Okay.

Really?

(soft music)

-Prepare to be amazed.
-(chuckles)

♫ ♫

(phone buzzes)

♫ My favorite lady boss
My favorite lady boss ♫

How's Georgia? They give you
the old hero's welcome?

(chuckles) Always.

(groans) So what's up?

Figured y'all are calling
'cause you want to get me back

in front of the cameras again.
(chuckles)

No, no, no, I'm just playing.

Hey, look, when I said
"corporate cunts,"

I wasn't referring to you.

Bill, the blowback's
considerable.

Well, I'm not surprised.

You see me with my pants off,
it's gonna--

it's gonna cause a stir.

Yeah, well--

You didn't hire me to act
the fucking saint, Maria.

No, but we letting you go.

Thank you for everything
you've done for us, really.

(sighs)

That's just about
the most insincere thing

I ever heard
in my fucking life.

(sighs)

(gentle music)

♫ ♫

(knock at door)

♫ ♫

BOBBY:
Dude, you have a trampoline.

That is very sick.

-It's so old.
-Yeah, exactly.

It doesn't have the stupid
net cages on the side

to keep you
from falling out of it,

so it's, like,
perfect for practicing.

Oh, uh, do you have a bathroom?

Uh, for the costume.

I brought the costume with me,
to try it on.

Oh, yeah, right.
Uh, yeah, just right there.

Yeah? Okay, thanks.
Here comes Bobby '85!

(door closes)

Hey, how's it looking in there?

BOBBY: Awesome.
By the way, I'm gonna tell

Jack and Willie that
my gimmick was your idea.

Uh, no, you--you really
don't have to do that.

BOBBY: Well, you deserve
the credit, Crystal.

I mean, if they want to cut me

just 'cause I needed help,
fuck it.

Bobby, for real,
just--just don't.

I'm--I'm just a valet.
I got to fly low right now.

Dude...

I will respect your wishes,
but you are not just a valet.

You are super smart,
and you're really talented,

and, yeah, the people
at the top may not see it,

but we do.

You're the one that should be
getting the push, all right?

Come on.

Now, tell me...

how's my costume?

(chuckles)

You know...

...I think
you shouldn't be Bobby '85.

I think you should be
Bobby Pin.

(sighs)

I told you,
I don't know who that is.

Well, I do.

He's a good guy,

just a real good guy.

I think that's enough
of a gimmick.

What do I dress as, then?

Just be you...

and a little less
like Liberace.

(cell phones chime)

You get this text from Jack?

We're shooting a promo?

CRYSTAL: Hmm. Bobby Pin.

Toast of Duffy, I hear.

Crystal, I'm not here
for trouble.

I just want some Code Red
Mountain Dew, all right?

Would you look what the cat
puked out of her gizzard?

Oh! Oh, man. Come on!

(rock music)

♫ ♫

Come on, man. Come on, man.

What's the problem?
Oh, God, Ace, it's cold.

ACE: Come on, Bobby.
Come on, Bobby.

Finish him off, baby!

You bet ya, honeybee.

Come on, man. Come on, Ace.

Come on, Bobby.
You like those doughnuts?

♫ ♫

Get back here, Ace!

♫ ♫

Whoa, whoa. What are you doing?
Are you crazy or something?

♫ ♫

What is that? You--

Come on, Bobby. Come on, Bobby.

♫ ♫

(singer)
♫ You're scared of the dark ♫

♫ You're scared
of the darkness ♫

♫ But he's ever so scared
when your phone cuts ♫

♫ Show a face, show a place ♫

♫ ♫

Hey, JV squad! Hey!

All right, if y'all got a score
to settle--

You get off me now!

If y'all got a score to settle,

you gonna do it in my ring
next Sunday night.

And whoever wins, well,
they get a shot at this.

All right. Cut.

Let's see, come on.

-Dude.
-(laughter)

-Dude!
-Nice!

-Hey.
-Come on!

This is great. This is great.

Oh, Bobby, you caught my fist

like you're
in the fucking Matrix, man.

And that's your new character?

Yes, uh, it's just me.
I'm a regular guy.

You're a man of the people.
That works for me.

All right. Did we get it?

I mean, I-I'm down to go again.

I could get out
of that truck faster.

We got some beats
we could pick up...

Hey, y'all are paying us
to close down for an hour.

-Let's do it.
-ACE: Heck, yeah.

Oh, hey, Crystal, when you
circle us with the ATV,

you know, really make sure

you lay down that rubber, baby,
you know?

You know, and--and, Willie,

really push into
that close-up there, right?

You know, uh, when she's
revving in Bobby's face.

-I think that'll look sick.
-Yeah, yeah, I can do that.

Yeah, it doesn't sound
dangerous at all.

-(laughter)
-Don't you run me over.

Get your dry clothes on,
get cleaned up.

-We'll go again.
-Hey, Jack.

-Yeah?
-Do cats have gizzards?

Fuck, no, cats ain't got
no damn gizzards.

And make sure you blow-dry
your hair before the next take.

Yeah, and get some mousse
on it, too, yo.

-(laughter)
-It sounds good. Keep it in.

ROOSTER: Look at him, he's
still thinking about the shit.

(laughter)

ROOSTER:
Wear that outfit again.

DIEGO: It's so dumb, dude.

APOCALYPSE: It's the best
outfit you ever seen.

ROOSTER:
Don't--don't do it, man.

-Sweet car.
-Oh, hey, thanks, bro.

And, hey, thanks a lot
for the opportunity, man.

-I-I appreciate it.
-Yeah, man.

-It's fun being the bad guy.
-(laughter)

Hey, uh, can I talk to you
for a sec?

Yeah.

I just wanted to say, uh...

uh, you did awesome.

So did you.

You're a great heel.

(chuckles) Yeah, I mean,
it's just about separating

the guy
from the character, I think.

Hey, you want to go
for a bite and celebrate

our first cinematic promo?

(chuckles)

That sounds delicious,

but I got to work
a shift here now.

Oh, right.

Right, yeah. Uh, word.

Uh, well, hit me up.

Yeah, I'll, uh...

hit you up.

Okay.

ACE: Nice work, ladies.

-(Rooster laughs)
-BOBBY: Be good.

Good luck
with them cat gizzards.

-STACI: Hey, Carol.
-(gasps) Oh.

Oh, sorry.

I didn't mean to scare you.
We're headed home.

Well, uh, Thomas' socks
are in the dryer.

I got 'em. Thank you.

Listen, I'm sorry
about what happened

the other night at dinner.

You've been through a lot,
and I know with the anniversary

of Tom coming up, it must be--

Please, let's not call it that.

It's, uh--it's not
a red-letter calendar day.

I was about to say
I don't mean to pry,

but I guess that's something
people only say

-before they start prying.
-(chuckles)

But I--

I want to pry because
I want to know how you feel...

uh, how you felt.

You know, I've been thinking
a lot lately,

and, well, we've never
really talked all that much,

and I've been married
to your son nine years now.

So, if you ever want to talk
about things sometime...

Tom always had to drive.

When--whenever we went
anywhere, uh, on a trip,

to a show,
even to the grocery store,

he never let me drive.

Uh, and I tell you,
I get into a car now,

and I barely know what to do.

I'm scared,

and I used to love to drive.

But now I just let Ace
take me everywhere, and...

...and sometimes
I think about that,

and I just get so mad.

And I guess
that's why I say things.

I-I find that anger
is more useful than grief.

I understand that.

I've felt that.

No one can step
into my loss for me,

and that's probably
why talking about the past

makes me so mad.

Uh, enough of that.

You better get going,
before it gets too late.

All right, well,
I'm gonna hug you.

(both chuckle)

(urine splashing)

You ever keep that thing
in your pants?

-It was created to be shared.
-(zipper closes)

Not by my neighbors, dumbass.

You got a cigarette?

You got shitcanned, didn't you?

It was a mutual parting
of the ways.

Heard Ted and Robin talking

about some promo
you all shot today.

Oh, yeah.

I guess
it wouldn't have made sense

to have me there, would it?

I can't imagine
what a star of my profile

could possibly add
to your Podunk operation.

Jack's operation.

Fuck that little punk.

He's the reason
Tom killed hisself.

-Easy.
-You know it.

Can't pin that on me.

Oh, you think I fucked that up,

like I fuck everything up,
like I fucked my whole life up?

I see you looking down
your nose at me.

Let me tell you something.

Your life ain't so perfect.

-I didn't say it was.
-You and wiener Ted.

(laughs)

The guy knows
I used to tag his wife,

yet he still lets me
in his home.

And that daughter
you can't fucking stand.

(scoffs)
Too bad I wasn't around

to pay for that abortion, too.

Go on!

Piece of fucking shit.
Fuck you!

(somber music)

♫ ♫

You didn't move
a fucking muscle.

That's why you're the greatest.

♫ ♫

(insects and birds chirping)

(groans)

(sighs)

What the hell
are you doing, man?

(grunting)

The hotel
by the interstate's got rooms.

Free breakfast,
all the syrup you can eat.

Bye, Bill.

(garage door closing)

(singer) ♫ All I want ♫

♫ Is the best of things ♫

♫ And all I get ♫

♫ Yeah, is sympathy ♫

♫ And I get so sick ♫

♫ Of the losing game ♫

(laughter, indistinct chatter)

CRYSTAL: Ah!

BOBBY: I thought you said
you knew how to jump.

-Come on.
-CRYSTAL: I do!

-BOBBY: Let's see it.
-CRYSTAL: Oh, no.

-BOBBY: Here we go, ready?
-CRYSTAL: Okay.

BOBBY: I'll jump you.
One, two, three.

-(Crystal yelps)
-BOBBY: Okay. Oh, sorry.

-That was pretty good.
-CRYSTAL: You did not save me.

-Here you go.
-Aah!

BOBBY: Good? You good?
I got you, I got you.

-CRYSTAL: Yeah, thanks.
-BOBBY: Oh, hey!

Oh, right in the ribs.
What was that? Come on.

-CRYSTAL: No, no, no.
-BOBBY: Oh, God! (chuckles)

Can we do that again?
Oh, come on.

I mean, I think--
I think that might have been

the highest bounce we ever got.

(both chuckle)

Hey, when do you want
to get some ice cream again?

Oh, man, look,
I-I just been thinking

that we probably shouldn't be
seen out in public together.

Ace's valet hanging out
with Ace's rival...

I think Jack might kill us.

Yeah, I guess we'll just have
to hang out here, then, huh?

Oh, shit.

What the--

Somebody keyed my Bronco.

What the fuck?

I don't know, it kind of looks
like a racing stripe, huh?

(uneasy music)

♫ ♫

Ahh.

How's my baby boy?

Not feeling too hot
right now, Mama.

You can tell me why.

Just, uh, feeling
a bit blue is all.

Well, don't wallow.

Your daddy indulged
his blue moods,

got to liking 'em too much.

Mama, Daddy was mixed up,
so he checked out.

But he ain't in hell.

He just ain't here.

Judas betrayed the Lord.
Daddy wasn't no Judas.

I'm sure God
must have known that.

I hear the gunshot...

...over and over again,

especially if it's quiet.

(sighs)

It's been almost a year.

I'm aware.

I can't sleep without music.

When it's quiet,
I hear the sound.

Ace, not every feeling
deserves our extra attention.

Sadness sometimes,
it can be selfish.

Sadness only thinks
about itself.

Mama, that may sound
real interesting to somebody

who don't think about it,
and maybe it's helpful,

but sadness...

it ain't like
its own thing, you know?

It's--it's not like its own
being with its own will.

Sadness is there
so you- you listen to it,

so you sort through it.

That's why it's there.

You stopped smiling

way before Daddy did
what he did to himself.

Why?

I think maybe
if you took the time

to answer that question
yourself,

you may be well on your way
to being happy again.

(sighs)

(somber music)

♫ ♫

(line trilling)

JACK: Hey, let me put you
on speaker.

Sorry that I'm late.

I just, uh, got an errand
to run, and I'll be right home.

Willie kicked Wild Bill out,
and I got to stop by his motel

and tell him
to stay away from Ace.

No, that's all right.
How was your day?

I sold two riding mowers,

stopped by the Dome--
usual bullshit.

How was yours?

I got a job
at the grocery store,

just helping out part-time.

I know it's not the most
glamorous thing, but...

I look at your mom,
and I love her, Jack.

I-I really do, but...

I don't want the only thing
I'm good at

to be sewing costumes
for the DWL

and knowing
what brand of flour to buy

for fried chicken, you know?

It's a grocery store, Staci.

I mean, well, yeah,
but I don't know.

I want to go back to school
eventually, I think.

But this is something.

And I need something, Jack.

If you want to work,
I want you to work.

I just want you to be happy.

Me too.

-I love you so much.
-I love you.

I'll see you
when you get home.

(moaning)
Oh, Ace, that feels so good.

(groans softly) Stop talking.

I forgot
you're the bad guy now.

-Oh!
-Fuck, yeah, I am.

-TRICIA: Yeah, baby.
-ACE: Ah!

(distant train horn blowing)

My dad always used to say,

"Hold it together."

"Hold it together, Ace.
Hold it together."

I'm trying.

That's so sad.

Do you want to go again?

(scoffs)

Yeah.

(singer) ♫ He had a black eye ♫

♫ ♫

♫ He was proud of ♫

♫ Like some of his friends ♫

♫ ♫

♫ It made him feel ♫

♫ ♫

♫ Somewhere outside ♫

How you doing, Dwayne?

Hey, Jack. How's it going?

Good, thank you.
Where's Wild Bill?

-Room 190.
-Thank you, Dwayne.

(Uncle Tupelo's
"Black Eye" playing)

♫ ♫

(singer) ♫ Like his brothers ♫

(loud banging)

♫ He emptied himself ♫

WILD BILL: Ah! Damn it!

(singer) ♫ And played it safe ♫

♫ ♫

♫ Like their father ♫

Fuck!

(singer)
♫ He wanted to remember ♫

(sighs)

(singer)
♫ But he almost always ♫

♫ Forgot what he was
gonna say ♫

(sighs)

♫ ♫

(singer) ♫ Black eye ♫

♫ ♫

♫ Black eye ♫

♫ ♫

♫ When he realized ♫

♫ ♫

♫ That this one ♫

♫ ♫

♫ Was here to stay ♫

♫ ♫

♫ He took down
All the mirrors ♫

♫ In the hallway ♫

♫ ♫

♫ And thought only ♫

Fuck, yeah.

I am Wild Bill Hancock,

and I am here!

I am alive!

(singer) ♫ Black eye ♫

Wake the fuck up, y'all!

Who wants to play?
Who wants to play?

(singer) ♫ Black eye ♫

Who wants to play
with Wild Bill?