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BROOME COUNTY TO ALL UNITS:

stand by for an all-points bulletin.

APB as follows:

be on the lookout for a late-model pickup truck

believed to be used in the Mess Fireworks burglary,

unknown registration, three white males,

traveling north.

Hey, honey.

What are you doing up?

Joey Reynolds.

I definitely have a...

Yeah, I do.

Join me weekdays...

Ten slabs.

...right here on this radio station.

Ah, just smoke it on the grill already.

Yes, it's safe. It's 200 degrees.

Yeah.

Cool 106.7 is...

Yeah.

Well, I think it's gonna be a lot of people.

So it's better to...

better to have too much food than too little.

Aunt Jackie said she's coming.

Your sister always turns up with some guy who can eat.

Uh, what about last year,

the guy with the mustache who cleaned us out?

Yeah.

Well, ten, uh... ten slabs goes quicker than you think.

Patrol 828 to dispatch.

I was out of the car for zero five.

Got any traffic for me?

Negative traffic for you.

Copy that.

Oh, hey, Cathy, uh, Carolyn and I

are having a little thing at the house tomorrow,

just ribs and sparklers, that sort of thing,

if you feel like it.

Yeah, what time?

You know what? Uh, let me let you go.

I got a possible 11-92 out Honey Hollow Road.

- Will advise. - Copy that.

What are you doing, lady?

Your license and registration, please.

Dad.

Hey. Sorry, Officer.

This is actually her first time behind the wheel.

It's okay.

Uh, you have a learner's permit?

Yeah. Um, Dad, you have my purse.

Right.

Uh, I think I have the registration in the glove box.

All right.

Let me take a look at it.

Here.

Mm.

- Happy birthday. - Thank you.

Uh, you two know she's not supposed to be driving at night?

- Shit. - Nicole.

- Sorry. - And, you know,

if a police officer puts his flashers on behind you,

you're supposed to pull over, right?

Yeah. Yeah, I know. I-I just got scared.

I'm so sorry.

Listen, Officer, th-this is my fault.

I-is there any way I can take the responsibility?

Technically it is your responsibility.

Right.

I think maybe, until you get your license,

just stick to daylight hours

and maybe start off in a parking lot or something.

- Yeah, okay. - Gotcha.

So am I gonna get a ticket?

Unfortunately

I can't give you a ticket till you have a license.

- Thank you, Officer. - Thank you.

Tell your dad to teach you how to parallel park.

It's a lost art.

- Thank you. - Have a good night.

You too.

- Switch it up, okay? - Oh, my God, Dad, I swear.

I didn't even want to do this.

So embarrassing.

Sheriff patrol 828 to county.

I'm looking all over for this debris

and I'm not finding it.

Never mind. Found it.

Mm.

Mm. Hey.

Hey.

Sorry I didn't wake up.

It's the air conditioner.

Just unplug it.

Are you nuts?

That's the best gift you've ever given me.

Did you remember to get the ketchup and the mustard?

Yup.

Mm.

And my sister texted.

- Mm-hmm. - She is bringing a guy.

- No. - Shut up.

Do you have time?

Shit.

Oh, sorry.

No, you're right.

Rain check?

See you in a couple hours.

- You should go back to sleep. - Mm-hmm.

I mean if you can.

You asshole.

Shit. Man, let's go.

Police!

Don't move.

I'm sorry.

Shit, man. He's still alive.

Come on, man. Let's get the fuck out of here.

Hello?

Mr. Rickerson.

It's Ricky.

R-Ricky? Uh, what are you doing here?

Uh, just... I just wanna...

I just feel bad. I wanna... I-I just wanna talk.

Listen, uh, not-not right now, okay?

Why don't you come down to the shop tomorrow

and we can talk then?

Well, I'd like to apologize in person,

and, uh, I'd like to do it now

while I got up the courage, you know?

Uh...

Look, Ricky...

God.

- Where's the wife? - She-she's dead.

Jesus Christ, Ricky.

That's right. She's dead.

God damn you, fucker.

Hey, I know you have a safe here.

Where's the money?

The only safe's down at the shop.

And it's just for-for documents.

Who told you I have a safe?

Ricky.

Where's the $10,000 stacks, Mr. Rickerson?

What are you doing?

Ricky, what the fuck you doing?

Motherfucker.

Go, you son of a bitch.

Fucking bitch!

Where's your basement?

Goddamn.

Where's the basement?

Motherfucker.

God... damn...

Well, maybe the safe is in the basement.

I told you I don't have a goddamn safe,

you fucking cocksucker.

How'd you hear about this guy?

Fired my ass a couple weeks ago.

Dude, what, you fucking know him?

He likes to hire ex-cons.

You know, I-if you fucking know this dude,

you should have worn, like, a mask or something.

He's a con himself.

He's been embezzling from his own company for years.

Which is where all this money comes from.

And that's why he's not gonna say shit to any cops.

Yah!

Okay.

Pull over.

- Come on, come on. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Pop the trunk.

I can't, dude.

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

Okay, okay.

Where's the money? Where's the money?

I'm sorry. I-I didn't wanna fire you.

- Ah, Jesus Christ. - Your PO,

- they called me, right? - I don't care about that.

Wanted to know...

how you're doing w-with your drinking.

I don't care about that, Mr. Rickerson.

I just want the money.

There's no money.

Really?

Okay.

- Okay, listen. - Come on, Ricky.

- Please, there's no money. - Where's the money?

I have no money.

There's no money, huh?

Wow.

- Okay. - There's no money.

- Where are the $10,000 stacks? - I swear to God there's no money.

There's no money, Rick, please.

Now, listen to me.

Where is the money?

You motherfuckin'... you piece of shit.

You fucker.

I'll kill you, you fuckin'...

You son of a bitch! Cocksuck...

Go, go, go.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Ah, just like that.

Just like that.

Oh...

fuck.

Fuck, we're out.

- Hi. - Hi.

All right, come on. Get in.

- Hi. - Hey.

Hey.

Get the fuck in.

All right, get to work.

Got a light?

We can do 700.

I'll get you the rest later.

That's all you got?

Cool painting.

- Oh, yeah? - Mm-hmm.

- You like it? - Yeah.

You wanna see something really cool?

Yeah.

I think so.

Vic...

pop the trunk one time.

- Oh, my God. - What do you think?

You want to touch it?

Hush. That's fucked up, Ricky.

Mr. Rickerson.

Mr. Rickerson.

Hey.

Are you gonna give us the money or what?

Twe...

twe...

$27,000...

savings.

And how did you get it?

Did you embezzle it?

Huh?

The $27,000, Mr. Rickerson.

Did you embezzle it?

Savings.

My...

life savings.

Saved it?

Yeah. Saved it.

Hey, Vic.

Vic.

- What? - Get over here.

What?

What's going on?

It's all fucked up.

What is?

I think the fucking money thing is a fucking rumor.

- Shit! - Yeah.

Ricky.

Ricky.

You let me go.

I won't tell anybody.

What, you're not gonna talk?

Huh?

How are you gonna explain how you got hurt?

My hands... garage.

Yeah, but what about your face?

What about your face?

Fuck, I-I get drunk.

Why you gonna lie?

- Why you gonna lie? - So you...

you don't get in trouble.

Oh, you gonna do it to protect me?

- Yeah. - You're gonna protect me

after everything I did to you?

And you're gonna protect me? Shut the fuck up!

Shut the fuck up!

Shut the fuck up.

Pick him up. Lift him up.

Shut the fuck up.

Yeah.

Yeah, you know what?

Ha-ha. Yeah.

My mistake was fucking believing your fucking rumor.

Your fucking mistake was being honest.

But now you're lying to me.

And I can't keep track of you, man.

Jeez.

Ricky. Ricky.

Something's fucked up, man.

He's not, like, breathing or-or moving or anything, man.

Hmm.

All right.

Oh, fuck.

- Shit. - Oh, well.

Shit.

Life's hard.

Life's hard.

Hey, Charlie.

What you got there, guy?

No!

Dad?

- Bullshit. - What's the matter?

It's all right.

Well, looks like I'm buying a new battery.

Yeah, and probably an alternator too.

Well.

Just don't shut it off till you get to work, okay?

Where's my guy?

Come on. Gonna go have some fun.

- Come on. - No!

- Come on. Come on. - No. Mommy!

I thought you were watching him.

- I am. I am. - I got him. I got him.

No! Mommy!

Oh, come here, you little monster.

- Let the fun begin. - You want some ice cream?

- Hey, hey, come here. - Here we go.

- Gonna have fun, okay? - We'll have some fun.

- No, let me go! - Come on.

- None of that. - We go through this every day.

Thanks, Jerome.

- You're welcome. - Mommy!

We're gonna see you soon, okay?

- Hey, you're gonna have fun. - Mommy!

- Look, Johnny's in the car. - No. Mommy!

- You ready? One, two... - I don't wanna go!

- ...three, there's a big boy. - No! I don't wanna go!

All right, see you guys after work.

- You have a good one. - I'm sorry, Junior.

- Behave. - Gonna be okay.

I don't wanna go!

You're gonna have a good time.

- Here we go. - Be a good boy.

No!

Daddy! Daddy!

Daddy! Mom!

I don't wanna go!

He's gonna be fine.

So I heard there's a guy in the area

come up from the city looking to buy old houses like ours,

tear 'em down, sell the wood to restaurants

that want an old-timey look.

Then we ain't got no house.

Buy ourselves a prefab.

It's not too pricey.

Do whatever you want.

I'm serious, Til.

The summer people come up here

and they want everything looking

the way it always looks, right?

- Right. - They want a windmill.

They want a rock wall, a little creek.

They see that little dump of a house and they say,

"Oh, isn't that quaint?"

That's why they want to buy it.

So let them tear it down if it pisses off the summer people.

That's...

that's good thinking.

Hey, look...

Look, I been thinking. I gotta say this thing.

I don't think we should be paying for Jerome anymore.

What?

Seriously? Kenny.

Come on, the kid's gotta play with other kids.

Yeah, but it hardly makes sense for you to go to work

just to pay for someone to watch him.

So you want me to quit?

Well, how much do you clear, I mean, after paying Jerome?

Maybe another 70 bucks more a week?

I mean... I mean, in the big picture, you know,

what does the lost time with his mom do to a kid? I...

So why don't you stay home with him and not me?

I make more than you.

Yeah.

Because you're a man.

Hey.

Let me help you with this.

You're a great dad.

Thanks.

The kid's gotta be in day care.

Kids wanna play with other kids.

He's taking a job up at Dannemora.

All those inmates. Isn't he scared?

Honestly, I think he's looking forward

to beating the shit out of them.

But it's a union job with benefits.

Can't think selfish anymore with a little one on the way.

All those men together. What do they do for sex?

Let me think.

I bet gay men are better in bed with their men

than our men are with us.

That might be true.

Gay men have sex anonymously.

They don't even know each other.

It's a man thing.

Well, sex is supposed to be fun.

You know, in France, married people,

they all have affairs.

They have lovers. Even women.

Yeah, in France.

So what?

Just 'cause I'm working manual labor

in the middle of nowhere,

I ain't supposed to bust a nut?

Fucking needle.

I'll be back.

And there I was,

standing right next to your vehicle.

Had to pretend to check the load

on my U-boat just to look at you.

Can you get away at lunch?

I hate waiting that long.

Only two hours.

Without you, two hours is forever.

Mm.

Something's stuck.

- I like my job. - Yeah, me too.

Yeah, well, you know they already closed down Bombay.

Yeah, that's why I'm here.

Well, if your little soap opera slows down the line

and we don't make enough fucking moccasins for the company,

you can bet your ass they'll say sayonara to Malone, too,

and move the whole operation to China

all because you gotta bust a nut.

Sayonara is Japanese.

And the only thing slowing down this line

is you and your big, fat mouth.

My car died again today.

- Oh, that feels good. - Yeah.

Kenny can't even fix it.

Had to jump it myself this morning.

Yeah.

He buffs shoes for a living.

He doesn't know how machines work.

No woman should ever do that.

If you were mine, you'd never pop the hood.

- That's it! - Oh!

Yeah. Yeah, that's it.

I know how you like it.

Yeah, yeah, you do.

You... are a know-it-all.

Lyle.

Okay. Now.

Tilly.

Tilly, get back here!

- Shh. You're making... - Talk to me.

- You're making a scene. - Did you fuck Lyle?

Huh? Turn around! You talk to me.

We'll talk about it in the car!

We're not getting in the car 'cause I'm fucking done.

Well, I'm done with you and your bitching and moaning.

How the fuck could you do this to me again?

How could you do this?

Just grow up already. People make mistakes.

Okay! Fucking, how many? Huh?

How many?

- Open the door. - You're a fucking whore.

You call me a whore in front of all these people?

- Yeah, I did! - What kind of man are you?

You call your own wife a whore?

What are you looking at?

Mind your business.

You know what you are? I'll tell you what you are.

You're no fucking angel.

You're not getting my boy.

- What kind of man are you? - There's no fucking way!

You call your wife a whore. I'll tell you what you are.

You're a little man!

You're a tiny, little, small man.

That's what you are.

Open the door!

Open it!

You pussy!

Fuck you, Jeanette.

Fuck you, piece of shit.

Who needs you anyway?

You fucking idiot.

You fucking asshole.

What the fuck am I gonna do?

Well, uh,

you have a right to happiness.

It's in the Constitution, but, uh,

I guess so does he.

Oh, fuck his happiness. He's gonna take my kid.

I-I think he'll come off that.

Right? Coolest head prevails.

But he called me a whore.

Well, that ain't right.

Never call Norma that.

Have you told her yet?

Tomorrow.

Never gonna see it coming.

Listen to me, Lyle.

Fuck Kenny and fuck Norma.

We got something here.

Something special.

And we can lose everything if we aren't smart about this.

Kenny...

called me a whore.

And that's how the court is gonna see it, too,

that I'm a whore and an unfit mother.

I can't lose my kid.

So what-what are you saying?

Lyle, you could be Kenny Jr.'s father.

I want you to be.

Wow.

A-a boy needs his mom,

but, uh...

...a young man needs his father.

So even-even if we got custody, the two Kennys, uh,

would need some actual father-son time together.

He gets angry.

You know that.

He can be violent.

Who, Kenny?

Well, he has the potential.

A judge has got to see that.

Good morning.

I like 'em beaded. How about you, Annie?

Well, your concentration

is an inspiration to shoe people everywhere.

What the fuck are you looking at?

What?

Fuck are you looking at?

Get the fuck out of here!

Come here!

If you want that cunt, you can have her!

- Fuck! - Are you all right, bro?

You all right, man?

Ke-Kenny! Come on, man!

All right.

You wanna, like, act like dinosaurs?

Like...

Like, act like your favorite dinosaur.

My favorite is the flying one.

Oh, then do a flying one.

Oh, Jesus, Kenny.

You try living better on 91 bucks a week.

I didn't come all the way down here for a guilt trip.

Right.

You threatened to take away my kid.

What was I supposed to do?

Our kid.

I don't wanna fight.

Okay?

Mm-hmm. Good.

I'll take it to the courthouse.

You're doing the right thing.

Now you don't gotta pay any more child support,

and he'll be well taken care of.

I don't ever wanna see you again,

you piece-of-shit whore.

So?

Time to celebrate.

Where's Daddy?

Listen to me, Kenny.

Honey, you're not gonna be Kenny Jr. anymore.

You're gonna be Kenny.

Kenny and nothing else.

Okay? You understand?

And Lyle,

he's gonna be your father,

and you're gonna call him Dad.

But I already have a dad.

Well, I just talked to that dad,

and, honey,

he decided he don't wanna be your dad anymore.

He said that?

Yeah.

But it's okay, honey, 'cause you know what?

Lyle's gonna be your father now,

and he's gonna be your new dad.

So that's what you're gonna call him.

You're not gonna call him Lyle

or Uncle Lyle.

You're gonna call him Dad.

What if I don't want to?

Do you want a time-out?

- No. - You're gonna call him Dad.

Okay.

It doesn't bother me to call him Kenny Jr.

You don't have to change his name for me.

Yeah, I do.

And you know why?

Because he took a punch for me.

You took a punch for me, Lyle,

and you didn't hit back 'cause you knew

how important it was not too.

And I'll never forget that.