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You're no angel.

You know how this
stuff comes to happen.

It's a long story and I'm sure
you heard it all before,

but in the way that one wrong
turns leads to another

nothing ever turns
out the way you plan

and I ended up here.

On the wrong
side of things.

As always.

Yeah, I might have a guy.

Okay.

Next time you get
thirsty after hours,

find a bar
that's open.

I guess I always
craved to be a hero to somebody.

That sounds
pretty lame, I know,

but it has truly
been my deepest wish.

Heroes have a knack for
knowin' the right thing to do,

but when I look
around I see what I see,

and some of it ain't
right.

But I've learnt three
important things in my life:

One:
Never be too discriminatin',

friends come from anywhere.

Two:
Stick with the bunch that'll

have you, and three:
Fate just about

never shines kindly
on chickenshits.

I suppose every
man deserves a chance.

A chance, as in one.

You can count that far, huh?

I don't care much
for being lonely,

but huntin' a new bunch
that'll have me,

I never do enjoy that.

Friendship is a slow, awkward
process you have to angle

through,

not something
that can be done sober.

But you're no angel.

You know how this stuff
comes to happen.

Friday is payday and you
seek company in your gloom

and since you're fresh to West
Table and a new hand at the dog

food factory

your choices of
company are narrow,

and next you notice it's three
or four on a Sunday morning

and you ain't slept
since Thursday night

and one of the girls,
the one you fancy most,

suggests something to do.

How 'bout we
rob a house?

'Cause with crank

you want something--
-What?

--anything to do.

And that's how it happens--
-Stop, stop, stop right here--

--can't none of
this be new to you.

Wow. This is it.

Take whatever
you can, Sammy, alright?

C'mon now, get your ass in.

Don't worry, Sammy,
I'll be waitin' for you.

I'll be waiting for
you too, buddy.

Oh Sammy, c'mon, we're
dying of thirst out here.

You're like a damn squirrel.

Let's get out of here.

Whoa! So long, loser!

Okay, what've we got here?

Ugh!

Are you dangerous?

You sort of look dangerous.

He's got that born to lose and
lose violently look about him.

That's good.

I went without
sleep too long, that's all.

I probably need to shave and
whatnot, hit the shower.

So what's your story?

I don't have much
of a story really.

Well sure you do.
Tell us.

Barlach, Sammy.

Twenty-four, claims to be six
foot tall and to weigh

one-seventy, blond and blue,
from the great state of

Arkansas.
-That still doesn't tell us if

he's dangerous.
-Naw, looky here --

Now he could be
made to look dangerous

wrap him in a few
he-man fashion cliches

give him a new hairdo.

Do you trust
him enough to cut him loose?

Mmm, I don't know.

He's pretty sleepy, but he is a
housebreaker and a thief.

I'm not actually an
outright thief type.

I only take nonsense
stuff, you know, household

drugs, neckties that blink, you
know, silly shit.

And okay, I might
drink your liquor too,

but...

Sammy, I'm Jamalee and
this squire here is my baby

brother, Jason.

I'd shake but--

Come and join us, Mr Barlach.

We'd like to hire you.

Well I already got a job,
pretty good one at that.

You have
Mondays off, right?

Well but today's Sunday.

I'm sorry, Sammy, I hate
to break it to you, but

You overslept by
half a day, I'm afraid.

No wonder I'm starvin'.

This will be your room, Sammy.

Now unless it's not what
you had in mind?

For real?

This room is
really, really choice.

Time to choo choo, sis!
It's the law!

Come on Jason!

This ain't never goin'
to be room, is it?

Don't lose your pants, Sammy!

Jason, stop
running so quick!

Vassar, my ass.

You ever even finish
high school?

When I left high school you can
be sure as hell I was finished

with it. We truly live
over in Venus Holler.

-Oh yeah?
-No, we really do. Our name is

Merridew.

You could bunk with us. Sis 'n'
me really do need security.

Yeah, well momma left
home just before I was born.

No, seriously, Sammy.

You fun me again and I'll whip
you and anything that

reminds me of you.

♪Mouth of the speechless
and the blink of an eye♪

♪of the cowboy♪

First off, fat boy,
that's my hat.

Who do you think
you're talkin' to, punk?

A fat boy wearin' my hat.

And that's my music.

Is that your shit car too?

I almost sold it to the scrap
man but he wouldn't give me a

ten dollar bill on it.

I believe I'll collect
my music, and right now.

♪Lean on your mind on the side♪

Buddy,

you're really advertisin' for an
ass whuppin', ain't you?

Man I've got nearly nothin' and
you're stealin' from me.

I can't abide that at all.

You could let yourself learn
from this, you know?

Time to get yourselves
all into the car.

Venus Holler is the most
low-life part of town so I

already knew where it was.

I stalled until late afternoon
before I let myself drive down

there.
I felt instantly at home.

The name got to be Venus Holler,
I'm told, precisely because a

goddess is the very last dame
you'd expect to find here,

but if you did,

for thirty bucks

you could fuck her too.

I was curious to see where that
little redhead girl and her

brother lived,

and if it meant I
had to swallow my pride,

well, be a small price to pay
for a roof over my head.

'Scuse me?

You know a dame called
Merridew around here?

I ain't the only one
who knows her.

Left, left again,
second last house.

Alright.

Time's must be gettin' hard.

Come--Come on in, hon.

There's beer in the fridge.

Which do you favor, hon?

Why am I asking you? You're not
the one that has to wear 'em.

Then again, I don't exactly want
to be overdressed.

Um, it might be less awkward if
you present me with my gift now

and that way that'll be all we
have to say about that.

Might this be a cash gift?

If you're not Steve Jimmerson's
brother-in-law from Cape

Girardeau, then a] you owe me
for the beer, and b] you better

tell me who the hell you are
before I get frightened and I--

The man at the store
directed me here.

Hey, I'm lookin' for a
little redhead girl, said her

name was Merridew.

The man sent me to this house.

How did she get her hooks
into a rugged ol' tall cowpoke

like you?

Well I met her, that's all.

Alright.
Well she's not beguiling.

She certainly didn't try to be
appealing, not that I ever saw.

Well, she got a way
that comes across.

Does she now?

To me at least.

And you think you might
get lucky, do you?

Jamalee's my daughter.

I'm Bev Merridew.
That's why Tim sent you here.

That's their place over there.

Well, scoot. I got a caller
dropping by in a minute

so skedaddle.

Thank you for the beer.

Well, look what the
rain washed by.

I didn't expect
to see you here.

Well, I ain't goin' nowhere in
this life, so I figure I might

as well get there this way.

What about your
job, Sammy?

I'm gettin' it back, with a hike
in pay too and a few special

fringe benefits.

That sounds
promising.

Yeah, the man said I'll be
startin' the very next day after

hell freezes over.

-Hi, Bev.
-Hi, there. Come on in.

I reckon your mom's payin' the
utilities with that fella.

It's not mom. It's Bev.

You want to keep
your distance from her.

You know I ain't the type who
could exclude people socially

just 'cause they operate under
some bad habits.

Friends come from anywhere.

Come on in, Sammy.

Share the stink.

Hey, who are you, old fella?

That's Biscuit. It's Rod's dog.

Rod's the landlord.
He's not around right now.

You'll be sleeping
down there with Jason.

You can have Rod's bunk
'til he gets back.

-When'll that be?
-As soon as he gets parole.

That's Rod's. He asked us to
take care of it 'til he's out.

I feel right at home already.

Hey fella, breakfast!

Come on, boy.

Come on.

Make sure he looks bad enough.

I'm not sure bad
is the label I want.

I prefer the word,
eh, "rugged", or "difficult".

You can be both, baby, if
that's what you want.

It's just I don't
want to be a joke.

Am I laughing?

I just hope you're
as tough as you look.

What the hell did you
do with my hair?

Oh now don't be mad.
It's style,alright?

I like to call it
"slickered up cowboy."

Mad?

No, I love it.

Bye.

Hey, look what I got.

Alright, for you.

-Thanks Ma.
-You want one?

Sure.

"Live fast, learn slow"
that's Bev's motto.

How many times have I told you
no mustard or pickles?

You know they have
freedom of choice, hon?

Your choice could be to go
hungry. I sure do want you to

suit yourself.

Here.

This map starts to get really
interesting about

a state and a half from here.

Oh yeah, which way?

Every which way, I'd say.

Why do you think everything away
from here is so hot?

Well, it's like this, um--

Sammy--

Sammy, it's like this. Take the
Beatles, well some girls they

get excited about Paul and John,
but girls like me, we set our

sights on Ringo. Why?

'Cause if a girl met him she
might have a chance, a chance

she'd never have
with Paul and John.

My fantasies have
possibilities in 'em.

And Jamalee here, she
has to have one or both of the

superstar Beatles or she'll
pitch a hissy fit that'll take

her to her grave.
-Let me just explain, y'all,

why. For years I did
Tabitha Bain's homework and she

always got an A.

But every time I handed in my
own work, I always got a C or a

D, 'cause to the teacher a rich
kid like Tabitha Bain is just

supposed to sail on, but a
Merridew is just supposed to get

pregnant or go
to jail or jump off a cliff.

Our entire futures in West Table
has been agreed and settled the

very day we were born.
-Everything you just said

could've been turned to your
advantage, honey, but no, you

just choose to sulk and stew and
dream trippy dreams.

Isn't that right?

You're not smoking that in here.
You know my rules.

Oh yeah, that's right, no
drugs in the house itself those

pills you pop, huh, hon?

They give me tempo.

Alright, I'm going home,
have a joint and a highball and

put the TV on
to something funny.

You're welcome to join
me if you'd like.

There's a couple of chocolate
roaches in the ashtray beside

you, Sammy.
-Thanks.

Don't you have any other
clothes, honey?

Uh, they're being
held in lieu.

In lieu?

Of rent.

It's a long story.

Go on. Open it.

Dang.

Who do these belong to?

Skeets Benvenuti.

Sounds like a gangster.

He was just a mean ol' son of a
bitch from Dallas.

I don't really think he did
anything that much wrong.

I ain't takin' his clothes.

Relax. It seems like
Skeets is no longer with us.

Not with me, anyhow.

Go on. Take a look.

I've always just wanted
to fit in somewhere.

And this is the
bunch that'd have me.

That girl had plans, big plans
of a swank future far away from

Venus Holler, somewhere in high
cotton where people spent money

just so they didn't have to
carry it around no more.

Apparently this region was
thought to exist in the Beverly

Hills area or South Florida.

Ow!

Are you ready to go?

We don't want to
keep her waitin'.

That girl put bubbles in my
spirit with her adventure and

hope.

The world she aimed us at
was a child's wish of a world,

except, okay, for the time she
tried to turn her brother

prostitute and blackmail
folks in return.

You'll be fine. She'll love you.

So what exactly
are we after here?

Better days.

There's ways and
ways to get to those better days

and we're just goin' to have to
make use of what we got.

Well...

If that kid makes it to
the top based only on his looks,

you'd still have to say he
deserves it.

I'm not bent
or nothing.

I can prove it to you
any time you like.

Too old.

Keep going.

What about that one?

I was getting my rights and
wrongs from what Jamalee said.

Too showy.

Wait! Wait! Stop, stop! Stop!

This will do.

When our days and nights
were spent wandering in the rich

folks' mansions to have practice
sessions at acting well-to-do.

Why do some people
get to have all this?

Cheap liquor.

We're here to fix the leak.

Hey...

...let's fix it.

-I can't swim! I can't swim!
-Hey, come here.

-I can't!
-Jam!

Come here! I'm here.
I'm here. It's okay.

I've got you.

Are you okay?

-I can't. I can't.
-I got you. I got you.

It's okay. I got you.

Come on.

Did you see how
that woman looked at us?

I mean why do they
get to have all of that and we

live in shitty Venus Holler and
do things that are pointless?

That's what we are,
we're pointless.

Nuh-uh, Sammy.

That's not in the cards.

I really want you, Jam, bad.

Let me guess. You probably
already love me, right?

Yeah that must
be it, this feeling.

Oh, see now that's
your downfall baby.

Why don't you just take yourself
on over next door and visit Bev

or something?

Visit ol' Bev, get
yourself stoned and unwound.

Dammit Jason,
will you stop staring?

Was I staring,
Sammy, sir?

Like a robin at a worm.

My mind wandered.

I was just sitting here
thinking about England.

But you're goin' to face
the other way think about

England.

Let's go, Sammy.

Bye, sweet pea.

-Bye.
-You're not wearing that.

Jamalee, don't you have a
purse, hon?

How do you expect
to pay for these things?

Bye, Sammy.

Whoo-eey!

Alright, let's split.

I'm looking for some
items for me also.

Right, now don't you go--

I'll see you inside.

Talk to the cows,
talk to the goddam cows.

This store gets on my nerves.

You're lucky they
still let you in, hon.

I'm not lucky about nothin'.

Just let the cool
air cool you.

That cool air sure
does work good for me.

Folks like me are always
gettin' followed wherever

we go.

Suspicious minds
watch our every move.

Kind of makes you want to be as
bad as they think you are.

Maybe we should
go outside and wait in the car.

Maybe you should.

I can hunt the bacon.

And let's try gettin' all the
way home without any warrants

being sworn out, huh?

All the way?

Yeah, don't set the pole too
high for us now, Bev.

Shit.

I hope you don't
have any dope in here?

I dunno, maybe just
a couple of roaches.

We got to get our plan in gear.

I'm sick of this town.

45720.

Merridew, Jamalee, Miss.

Temporarily clean.

No outstanding warrants.

No tail
on my parole either.

There you go,
Mr. Barlach.

You know you and your
vehicle match a description?

No, what's that?
Cool cat in a car,

is that the
description?

Is that your tuxedo in
the backseat, Mr Barlach?

See, the description
was of a redneck

with no shirt in a tuxedo jacket
punching people's mouths over in

the East Main Trailer Court a
couple of weeks back.

And this car is the brand he
drove away in and--

That tuxedo,
wouldn't you know it,

that's one of the items that
went missing after a

break-in at the McCubbin
place on the same night.

Why don't you both step out the
car for me, please, sir?

Step out of the vehicle.

Hands on the hood.

Feet back and spread.
You know the position.

Ow! Ow! Ow! It's--

It's too damn hot!

Yeah, I don't really
care, ma'am.

You move again and I'm
goin' to lock your ass up.

Hey, don't you talk to her that
way, motherfuck--

Don't you say it.

That's a word that'll turn this
thing ugly, boy.

Mr Barlach, do I have your
permission to search

your vehicle?

Yeah, be my guest. But don't
make a mess.

William?

William, what seems
to be the trouble?

Oh, hey, Bev.

Hey to you,
William. What's going on?

These your people?

Well, that depends
on what they've done.

I'd like to
know where this come from.

Don't you know?

Well that's, eh, Skeets
Benvenuti's clothes.

You recall him?

Skeets? Hell yeah.

He was a careful
dresser, you know?

Show him, eh, show him
the label on those there pants,

Sammy.

Ugh, Skeets, is he--
is he dead, or what?

Well, he never was
as live as you, William.

Yeah, Well, eh,

there's been several silly
break-ins at

nice homes in recent
months and that's got to

stop.

Not much has been stolen
yet, but somebody will pay steep

next time.

Get your
people home, Bev.

Eh...

It was nice
seeing you again.

Hon, you don't
confront trouble.

You flatter it.

It's not fuckin' fair.

Fair? Poor baby.
Who ever told you things were

otherwise, huh?

Which sugar factory spun you out
with such silly candy-assed

notions? For cryin' out loud.

And there's some other staples

I'll break to you
right now, too.

The sun gives life but
you'd be an ash flake if you got

too close to it.

You got to swallow
water to live but

sometimes it kills you.

And Uncle Sammy,
he don't truly count you

as any relation and God has gone
blank on your name and your

face.

Now, let's get
home, come on.

Let's let ourselves a
beverage and a belly laugh and

get on with livin' forward, huh?

Let's go to Palm Beach, Sammy.
That's a place for us.

We just get the money,
pack up and go cross

these other states
'til we reach the beach.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

Ever been to the
beach?

Every place is the same really,
except for little differences.

I'm not fleeing towards
little differences, Sammy.

I want the whole picture painted
over and a bunch of shiny

fellows in tuxedos making music
just out of sight behind the

palm trees.

-That place ain't on the map.
-Something close to it is.

You got a lot of disappointments
out there waiting to greet you,

Jamalee.

You talk this might
tall baloney,

but you're smarter
than that, ain't you?

I need a job.

Raising money that way, I mean
how hard can that be?

They'd have to
hang me first.

Grunt work's my main calling,

but I like to be dead
when I do it.

You know how it goes when
you go lookin' for a job

and you need one.

You wait in the first
indifferent room,

ink in the forms,

apply in another room with
overhead lights who don't

miss a thing,

and then there's
the desk and the person behind

it who thinks he's an admiral or
she's next in line for the

throne to somewhere.

And next you're kissin' ass and
awshucksing toward the desk,

telling how bad all your life
you've been wantin' to be night

janitor in a chemical plant or
hog wrangler in a slaughterhouse

or pizza delivery boy.

I'm a hard
worker. I like to work.

How you've
laid in bed at night gettin'

goosebumps just from imagining
how high and wide your life

might be one day be lived if you
could ever average five dollars

and forty cents an hour.

But, then these
questions, as always.

Uhm, could you explain
what you did from

last February to
the following July?

The following July?

And also the year before
from May to December?

Oh I'm sorry,
I didn't write that down?

You sit there,

needy, while your
work ethic and character are

available for comment from
strangers you wouldn't share a

joint with at a
blue's festival.

And then you don't get the job.

I don't suppose you know
of any wacky well-to-do folks

who keep their mattress stuffed
with twenty-dollar bills,

do you, Sammy?

I can hear those steel doors
clang and smell a tray of shit

on a shingle and weak tea.

Here we go.

"Waitress position at Country
Club. Nice atmosphere.

Good earning potential."

See, Sammy?

Fate's leadin' the way.

Don't you have anything
even half respectable?

It's a waitressing job.

Well all the more reason
to look good for the customers.

At a country club.
It's not a strip joint.

This will have to do.

Here. That's better.

The most important thing.

Man, I don't
want to go in there.

They'll love you, Jama.

No, I-- I can't just go.

I mean, I must go in there.

Our future
depends on it.

Okay.

]

I'm embarrassing you assholes.

You know, every time you open
your mouth

you show why you don't belong
here on the Club's--

Let go of me! I swear to God!

Who let you in?

You people are the
lowest scum in this town.

I don't think we're the lowest
scum in town.

Let go!

Ah, let go of me!!

Hold on! Hold on!

You don't have to
smack that boy.

Sammy, Sammy,
come on let's go!

Fair fight.
He asked for it.

Sammy!

Fair fight, huh?

That's a special shirt
you got on there, son.

Your husband pick
that out for you?

Eat shit.

Don't do that. We have to
roll you in batter first,

probably fry you up a little.

Y'all think you're
better than us, huh?

I know all about you
and your dirty little secrets.

Your wife's got a
nice new hairdo,

Ted McCubbin.

Check out her
bottom drawer.

You'll see some glamour photos
that you certainly did not take.

-Right now, right now!
-Shut up, Jam!

-And Tom Carter--
-Jamalee, shut up!

--yeah,
that French maid outfit--

--is extra large.
It's too large for your wife.

-Shut up!
-Her arm must get mighty

tired because that whip behind
your bathroom door looks badly

worn out.

Beer, man.

Cold beer.

You are beautiful.

I like this one.
It gives me tingles.

Go on, Sammy, take it.

I'm fine.

You sure?
I mean it's your beer.

But slow down. I'm not
going to ask for it back.

I admire what you did today.

What you tried to do.

Yeah well I came up short.

It's happened before but--

I almost can't stand it.

It sounds like
you just not eager for that

rough stuff.

I don't like it at all.

But it's always on my menu.

Well don't fret. You weren't
that pretty to start with.

You don't think I'm pretty?

You're um, you're
pretty tall. Pretty lean.

Pretty thirsty.

I bet you'll remember
my name now.

Who's Marsha, anyhow?

Don't say that name.

I wasn't the one who brought
it up in the first place.

Do you think it
speaks ill of me that

I could be happy here?

Sammy, now after you, um, lay
with a woman you don't start

thinking that it amounts to a
big deal, do you, huh?

Or you don't grab a hold
and gum up the works and butt in

your opinion, do you?

Not lately.

Not lately?

Not ever. Except once.

Uh-huh. Marsha?

Don't say that name.

Oh Marsha, Marsha!

Don't you say that name.

Marsha.

Marsha.

Don't say that name.

Marsha.

I thought so.

Jesus.

- We need you, Sammy.
- Get your clothes on.

I'm kind of-

No, we need
you, Sammy. It's important.

Did you forget how
to knock on doors?

Does it not mention that in your
big book of etiquette?

You been havin' fun, Bev, huh?

Fucked you another Ringo.

You know, baby Jam,
you need to take a whole

day off from whinin' and grow
the fuck up some day.

There's things wrong,
Sammy. Things we can set right.

Things we can do about wrong
things. Wrong things to make

listen and say sorry.
Take Rod's truck.

Okay.
Just tell me where to go.

♪ I have nothing without you ♪

Chase it! Chase the big one!

Come on! Here.

Come on!

Here! Get the big one!
Get the big one!

Giddy up!

- Here baby!
- Come on! Come on!

- Come on!
- Eat that grass!

[general whooping and laughing0

Let's go, eat it. Yeah!

I love you. I love you!

They'll remember us now!

Whoo! Whoa!

Ayyy!

- Come on! Whoa!
- Whoa! Yeehaw baby!

- Whooa!
- Jason I love you

Come on! I love you Jamalee!

Woo! Woo!

Whoo! Whoa!

Whoo! Woo! Victory!

Woo! Woo!

Where is he, Sammy?

- It's been mighty hot, ma'am.
- This cuts the-

I'm sorry this cuts the smell
that you're going to find.

Oh K.

Oh, God.

Try to stay strong.

Sammy, they're lyin'.

It
couldn't happen like that.

He'd
never go swimmin'.

I think one of our cardinal
fuckups is how we insist

that even vicious, whimsical,
crazy shit needs to make sense,

to add up,
to belong to a reason.

We lay this pain on ourselves
over and over there must be a

a reason behind this horror.
There must. There must.

But try as we might we
just ain't adequate to find any.

There you go.

I understand how hard this must

be for you, Bev.

- Who did this, William?
- Who did this to my son?

You officers know how
it works down here.

You don't know
what you're talking about.

Who's behind this? William?

That's that cop.

Bev,

Who did this to my son?

Listen to me.
Listen to me, alright.

Often people
says something bigger happened

than has happened.

There is not a chance that
Jason hiked up to that pond and

dove in with his fancy pointy
toe shoes on when he couldn't

swim across a bathtub.

Bev, do you
know how average that sounds?

I mean, shit, I'm always comin'
up against parents who

insist that their kids could-

never ever in a
million years do something.

I
caught 'em red-handed doing.

But those fishhooks,
William, that's impossible.

The coroner signed off
on the autopsy, Bev.

He's a tow truck driver.

He's an elected coroner.

He can vouch out for a
state boy to do an autopsy.

But he didn't.

Each one costs the county
so many dollars, Bev.

I forget how much but it's
plenty. They can't do one on

every kid who gets drunk and
drowns. Now if I were goin' to

investigate something I'd
investigate which trashy family

tore up the golf course. That's
a case I could solve real quick.

I think there might be something
major you all need to let me in

on, is that not right?

Alright.

You look mighty fine.

Why thank you, hon. Alright.

Well, now I know why-- why
they put that man as coroner.

Did he not say anything?

He didn't speak much, no.

I thought you were goin' to
use your special charms?

Drop it. Not today.

You see the file?

Nuh-uh. It's in the coroner's
official office across town.

A free blow job, huh, Bev?

Big shot still inside there?

Sammy, don't. He won't tell
you what you want to hear.

I got my own
charms people respond to.

Well why don't you
drive straight to jail instead,

book yourself in for a good long
visit? 'Cause you touch that man

that's where you're going.
You're smarter than that, hon.

At least he'll have something to
remember me by.

Sammy,
please don't, for my sake.

I need all the friends I can get
these days.

- I could fall over I'm so hungry.
- I tell you what, why don't we

clean up, cool off. I'll get a
bucket of chicken later from

Tim's and we'll eat out under
the shade. How's that sound?

Sounds good.

Do you ever realize the
future could be cut

in half at any time?

That would still leave half. I
never dare hope for that much.

Sammy, wouldn't you want
to add up to something?

You know, really amount to
something?

No,

I figure just roll on, you know.
Keep stackin' the days 'til-

the day I fuck up big enough
the future gets cancelled.

Man, I can't I can't ever live
thinking that way.

Well I don't
think much about it.

Seems like you have a real
talent for not thinking

about things.

That's just clear sight, Jam.

I see what I see and I don't
got to think too much about it.

You're takin' some chances,
running some risks.

No.

Shit. Jason was one of
the bunch that would have me.

You've got to hang tough for
folks from your bunch.

Not many would the way you are.

I feel safe around you.

I won't never leave you, Jam.
Folks like us, we stick together

Jam

Sammy.

Oh, Sammy.

You all get yourselves
washed all good and cool?

I sure do hope so 'cause it's
been skillet hot out here

waitin' on you. You
sure do look like the heat's

been at you, though.

The heat makes my
temples throb and pound, throb

and pound, you
know what I'm sayin'?

You sure do look a touch flushed
there, hon. You both do.

Why don't you all help
yourselves to the feast I got

us, huh? The bits
that the flies didn't shit on.

Want a beer huh, Sammy?

Thanks.

Oh God.

Two broken arms. A
fractured skull? Broken pelvis.

Where are you going?

I need cigarettes.

Hey? Hey, you see me standing
here or you need glasses?

What's with you people?

What can I get you, son?

A pack of smokes.
Make it two.

There you go.

Keep the change.

All of us grow up with our own
ticking bombs planted inside us.

You know, the bombs of anger,
fear, resentment, and plain ol'

not liking yourself
to a healthy depth.

Some of us carry the complete
bunch, and sometimes the

ticking from that bunch of bombs
is so loud, you can't hear

another word.

If I just knew
what to do, I would do it.

You're really hurtin' me.

Hang on there.

Get in.

William
has some shit he wants to say.

Has to say.

Sit your white trash asses
around that table. Put your

fuckin' hands on top
and button your lips.

You're fixin' to hear the most
weighty words you ever have

heard.

You're just from over there-

-Hush!
- Ahh!

Boy!

If I want I can make
you go away this minute.

There's hardly a wrong thing
that's happened around here

you couldn't be found guilty of.
You're a natural fit for any

flimsy frame, plus there's the
stupid junk you definitely

did do.

Alright.

One, the boy drowned,
do you understand?

The sissy boy wanted
to show off that he was a gay

blade and he dove in that pond
fully dressed and he got unlucky

Two, maybe he was
tossed in that pond by somebody

hereabouts who traced a little
problem in his blood to your

boy. Or he was puttin' fancy
notions into some of the women

in this town. Hell it may even
be he asked the wrong ol'

hillbilly to let him suck his
dick now that's a scene that

can go mighty sour, you know?

Then you folks go bustin' into
offices that you practically

advertised you were goin'. This
is causing agitation amongst

folks that you'd really, really
rather not agitate.

Hell, huh Bev,

you know I don't hate you.
You've helped me in the past.

You've been a big help, which I
appreciate, but I've got to say,

sugar lamb, you all ain't ever
goin' to get bowlegged from

totin' your brains around,
are you?

Things are in motion that are
bigger than all of us.

Alright, let's try this one.
Let's say it's this eh,

car of some sort whooshed up
beside your boy and somebody

says to him in this
excited voice

"Hey, pal, your sister's
been hurt hop in and we'll

get you to the hospital."

Say the fella, or fellas, in
that car have serious good

reason to have an anger on
towards your boy, your boy

and his bunch.

There was a lesson to be
taught that got out of hand.

Let's say it happened that way.
Let's say, eh, he was only

supposed to get
the fear of the Almighty slapped

into him, plus the fear of
certain individuals.

Anyway, you
could never prove nothing.

There's nothing to prove. An
accident resulted and everybody

wishes it hadn't, but you and me
and the trolls under the bridge

we know it did.

Main thing now is just stop,
stop and button those lips.

What nobody wants is
a beehive of rumor that only

spurs trouble. What's that goin'
to do, huh? It's not goin' to

bring your boy back, is it?

I see your point.

Oh man, I'm
thirsty. Yeah I need a beer.

There's no beer left.

Sure there is. I'll get us a
couple, yeah?

I saw you drink the last one.

I don't believe you did.
I got more at Lake's.

I don't want a beer,
plus I told you to shut up.

How about a nice
cold root beer, huh?

Sit down.

That would be good.

Sit down!

Good
lord almighty.

Here's the deal.

This, folks, is a Valentine's
card of cash from folks

who'd rather
this hadn't happened,

sincerely rather it hadn't
happened, which the money

proves. A hat was passed amongst
those who took pity on you.

Here's fifty-five hundred
dollars there on that table.

And the deal is?

The deal is that you stop
stirrin' in other people's

business, that you button
those lips, forever.

That you
accept this apology.

Nobody?

You may as well know
that I'm goin' to leave this

money here with you. Come
tomorrow, see, I'm goin' to fall

back by, see you had enough
sense amongst the three of you

to see the
sensible solution here.

You want to give that money back
to me that's on you.

You understand? That'll
make what happens your doin'.

You idiots can take that money
or you can take your chances.

No, Sammy, wait! Sammy,
Sammy, please no

That's suicide, hon. Sammy!
Oh oh God.

We'll just we'll just leave
that money sit there,

and we'll let those dollars rest
'til tomorrow and then we'll

fling them back by the fistful
at that shit-ass. That'll make

him dig our point of view.

You okay?

Tired. I'll say
goodnight now.

Thanks, Sammy.

For what?

Jumpin' right
in to all this with us.

Beats my former
career in the dog food factory.

I can't sleep for
wracking my brains what to do.

I've taken money for many a
personal thing, but...

I can't take
money for my boy.

We can't fight them any
way, but one way.

You figure
there's even one way?

The good world,
the regular happy life,

I never had no hand in that.

They seem so sure of their road,
what they'll pass by along the

way, what
they'll find at the end.

Me, I couldn't stand to know
that much about what's ahead.

Have you seen her? She's gone.

She can't do this. No!

She's got her reasons,
give her that.

No!

No, I came all the way in. I
came all the way in there!

In here!

Seems like my baby Jam grew up,
all of a sudden overnight.

No. No!

Shit.

Hey! Hey!

What the fuck is your problem?
That was my spot.

I wish she hadn't pulled
what she did.

You fucking canteen
turnout motherfucker.

I wish that
road had bent another way.

What's the problem here?

But the bunch
that would have you,

I don't like them
to change their minds.

You're no Angel.

You just-

You know how this
stuff comes to happen.

Ain't none of this can
be new to you.