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- Jacob,

wait up.

- Whoo!

- Whoo! Whoo!

- Watch this, guys.

- Let it burn!

- Whoo!

- Go, go!

- Hey!

Hey, get over here!

- Fuck!

- Jacob!

Jacob!

- We're talking in-school suspension this time.

Six months at Rollins.

Sheriff Armstrong said if you cooperate,

he might consider...

- I was the only one.

- Don't bullshit me.

- I don't rat out my crew.

- Look at me.

You almost dragged your brother into all this.

Is that what you wanted?

Take responsibility, Jacob.

All right.

- It's gone. - Fucking asshole.

- Jacob.

- Hey, let go! Hey!

- Jacob. Jacob!

- No... - Stop it now.

Step back, Jacob.

- How the hell am I supposed to ride?

- By getting your act together, that's how.

- Mom gave it to me.

God. I hate you.

I hate you so fucking much!

What the fuck you looking at?

- ♪ But now I'm all on my own ♪

♪ Everywhere to be, got no place to go ♪

♪ Lost in translation ♪

♪ Left here to roam alone ♪

♪ 2,000 miles... ♪

- Look, I didn't mean to push you like that.

- ♪ DA, DA, DA, DA ♪

♪ DA-DA, DA-DA, DA-DA ♪

♪ 2,000 miles from home ♪

♪ DA, DA, DA, DA ♪

♪ DA-DA, DA-DA, DA-DA ♪

♪ 2,000 miles from home ♪

all- I will take ownership of my actions

and the consequences of those actions.

- Again.

All- I will take ownership of my actions

and the consequences of those actions.

- You got to something to say, son?

We're all ears.

This being your first week,

I'm gonna cut you some slack, all right?

'Cause, son, you got it easy on this side of the fence.

Do you understand?

You get to go home at night, sleep in your warm, snuggly bed.

But you best start giving a damn,

or else you'll wind up over there,

in juvie, playing with the big boys.

And you sure as hell ain't going home

to your mommy and daddy.

You will be locked up,

crying and pissing yourself to sleep every night.

On the ground.

Give me 50.

Now!

Again.

All- I will take ownership of my actions

and the consequences of those actions.

- Again.

All- I will take ownership of my actions

and the consequences of those actions.

- Devastation these furious storms

are capable of unleashing.

Living in southeast Texas, it's important we get prepared,

because hurricane season is here.

What will the next one bring?

It's not a matter of "if" but "when."

- Come on.

Let's go.

Get in your bed.

Okay.

Hey, go back to sleep, all right?

- Triple Ds.

Holy shit.

Dude, I'd give her the D.

Like that, Wes?

- Hey, put that shit away.

- It's all good.

- Hey, he's my fucking brother.

Get up. Go on home.

- I want to stay with you guys.

- I said no.

Go.

- Hear about that kid Ray Martin,

got stabbed in juvie last year?

He fucking died, man.

- Who's next?

- Me.

Go home.

- Sorry, little man.

- Let me have some.

- Get your own bag!

- He's gotten way faster.

- Hell, yeah.

- Fuck, yeah, he has.

You should totally race again.

- Yeah, I know.

- Holy shit. Look. Lauren Landon.

- Ah, man, look at that.

Damn, girl!

- Lauren Landon...

- God dang.

The things I would do to that.

- You gonna talk to her or what?

- I don't know.

- Show us your tits!

- What the fuck, Lance?

- You stupid idiot. - It's all good.

- Seriously?

- They're leaving. Great going.

- Come on. Don't be like this.

Come back. - Fucking idiot, dude.

- Hold on one second.

- Well, well, well.

- Hey.

- Hi, honey.

What are you troublemakers up to?

- Just hanging out.

- Yeah? Hanging out?

- That's all we're doing. I swear.

- Where's your dad?

Fuck if I know.

- You know, you're getting yourself

quite a reputation around here.

- Come on, Jacob.

- Hey, Jacob.

- All right, whatever.

- Shoot. Your aunt's hot.

- Shut up. - It's his aunt.

- ♪ I want to go home ♪

♪ Go home ♪

♪ But now I'm all on my own ♪

♪ Everywhere to be ♪

♪ Got no place to go ♪

♪ Lost in... ♪

- Get over here and sit down.

- I'm not hungry.

- Well, you're gonna eat something.

Don't make me get up out of this chair.

- ♪ DA, DA, DA, DA ♪

♪ DA-DA, DA-DA, DA-DA ♪

♪ 2,000 miles from home ♪

♪ DA, DA, DA, DA ♪

♪ DA-DA, DA-DA, DA-DA ♪

♪ 2,000 miles from home ♪

- Here.

Fill up.

- Dad was out in Galveston today.

- Wes.

I'm taking another crack at the place.

- God destroyed it for a reason.

- We're gonna move there.

- Wes, eat your dinner.

- I'm not moving there.

- Sit down!

- Dick.

- What was that?

- How many times are you gonna play that stupid song?

- Leave your brother alone.

Wes, come on.

Sit up.

- ♪ I open my eyes ♪

♪ I'm 30 miles from Oklahoma ♪

♪ I'm so far from West Virginia ♪

♪ I have dreams of Barcelona ♪

♪ Memories of growing up ♪

- Hey, Wes, get up.

Come on.

Wes, let's go.

- Hurry up.

All right, let's go.

It's all you.

Look, you're the one who wanted to be part of the crew.

- He ain't gonna do it.

- Shut up.

- Holy shit, he did it.

- Shit.

- Come on! Come on! Come on!

- Wes, we got to go.

- Hey! Hey, get over here!

- Jacob!

- Let's go, Wes! Come on!

Go. Go. Go. Go. Go. Go.

- Come on! Pick it up!

- Stop!

I'm calling the cops, kid!

- Let's grab the bike, man.

- Look, you can't tell anyone.

Okay? No one.

It's okay.

I swear.

I won't let anything happen to you.

Hey.

You did good, all right?

All right, stop crying and go to sleep.

- Jacob...

What if we really went to Galveston like Mom wanted?

- I'm not going anywhere.

- Would you like to try our new Quiet Burger?

- No, thanks, Ted.

I'll just have an order of Crazy Fries.

- Hey, you want ham or peanut butter?

- Ham.

- Watch out.

There's enough rat poison in this dipped cone

to kill a neo...

- Uh...

I was thinking once she's dead,

we could put her body in the...

you know, just like on that one episode of...

- I want some.

- You asked for ham.

- God!

Now we'll never know which episode it'll be like!

- Uh, can I help you?

- Yes. My wife...

- Whoo!

- ♪ Battery ♪

♪ Crushing all deceivers ♪

♪ Mashing nonbelievers ♪

♪ Never-ending potency ♪

- Ah!

- ♪ Hungry violent seeker ♪

♪ Feeding off the weaker ♪

♪ Breeding on insanity ♪

♪ Smashing through the boundaries ♪

- Who is it?

- ♪ Cannot stop the battery ♪

♪ Pounding out aggression ♪

♪ Turns into obsession ♪

♪ Cannot kill the battery ♪

- Hi, boys.

I'm Mrs. Roberts, and this is Officer Gardner.

How are you doing?

- This yours?

- No.

- Well, how about I leave it here just in case it is?

- Whatever.

- Is your dad home, boys?

- Why y'all here?

- Let's go inside. Come on.

- What do you want?

- It's all right.

- Look, I told you y'all can't be here, okay?

Look, my dad will be back later.

You can just... you can come back then.

- Can I talk to you for a second?

Let's go in here. Come on.

Come on.

- You can't do this! - No!

- Wes, come on... - We're not gonna...

- Jacob! - Where is my brother going?

- Wait, you can't... - Jacob...

- I need you... I need you to get in...

- Son, get in the car.

- I need you to get in the car. - Jacob, get in the car.

- No! No!

- Come on, Jacob.

Okay.

- Come on. It's gonna be...

- It's all right. Let him go.

- No!

Let me stay!

No!

- Pam!

Open up!

- Where is he?

- Calm down.

- Wes! Get down here.

- Hollis, he's asleep.

- What the hell you think you're doing?

- You think this was my idea?

CPS just dumped him on me.

- And you need to start getting your shit together.

I can't keep playing babysitter for you.

- I can take care of my boys.

- I'm just taking Wes for a little while, that's all.

- I can take care of my kids.

- Really?

Can you?

Rebecca would be so heartbroken, and you know it.

She loved those boys way too much

to see you abandon them the way you did.

- You told them?

That's what this is about?

You told that caseworker?

- Back up. Back up, Hollis.

I didn't say a damn word.

Just calm down.

- ♪ Tearing out of a violent mind ♪

♪ It's these evil ways that will change our times ♪

♪ Militance to opposing thought ♪

♪ Weapons breaking through ♪

- What did they say?

- Go to bed.

- When's he coming back?

- Go to bed, Jacob!

- ♪ Tell me, oh, mountain ♪

♪ What secrets do you hold ♪

♪ Buried deep beneath the earth ♪

♪ In hidden walls of stone ♪

- Come on.

- ♪ If ever a man in all his days ♪

♪ Climbed your mighty slopes ♪

♪ To behold the gods as they danced ♪

♪ And listen as they spoke ♪

- Hollis.

I ain't troubling no one.

- Your neighbors are complaining again.

You got to turn that music down and go back inside, son.

- It's a free country.

I can do what I want.

- Come on, man. Don't cause any more trouble.

We don't want to bring you in again if we don't have to.

Was it you?

Huh?

Fucking no-good coward.

Hey, you got something to say to me, Harold?

You say it to my face!

- Hollis!

Hollis. Hollis, that's enough.

That's enough.

Go in the house and sleep this off.

Come on. Let's go.

- Let's go. Come on.

- Get your hands off of me!

- Come on. - No.

- Come on.

- Get your hands off me!

I'm going.

I'm going.

- ♪ Tell me, oh, mountain ♪

♪ What secrets do you hold ♪

♪ Shrouded on your misty peaks ♪

♪ Or deep within your bones ♪

- My coworker had it.

Sorry about that.

Now...

you know I can't be letting a ten-year-old boy

go unsupervised like you've been doing.

And trust me, a 13-year-old kid on probation

is not our idea of a good caretaker.

Now...

The judge has allowed you to keep Jacob.

But you've got to go

to the court-appointed counselor once a week,

make every single court date...

And stop drinking.

We'll give it a month and revisit the situation.

You're just lucky that

Judge Bradley's a big baseball fan.

Said he went to all your games.

Look, I know that you and your family

have been through a hard time.

And seems to me that you could use a little help.

So you look to me and your sister-in-law,

because we're just trying to help you out.

You understand?

Hollis?

- This is just temporary.

You know that.

It's not like last time, okay?

Hey, you been practicing your moves?

Mm.

You're better than me.

All right, come here.

Give me a hug.

You be good.

All right?

- Okay.

- What?

What are you laughing at?

- Go to bed.

- Aunt Pam?

Aunt Pam?

- You okay?

- Can you sit in here until I fall asleep?

- Yeah, of course.

You want me to read you a story?

Or I could actually... I could make one up.

- You can just sit in that chair.

- So we meet again.

- Your challenge is acceptable.

Prepare for battle.

- I want to come home.

- Hey, turn it down, man.

- You turn it down.

- I want to come home.

- Move.

You there?

- Uh-huh.

- Do you remember when Carmichael won 24 motos?

Like, before you were even born?

And, like, after he hurt his knee, he won all 24 again?

- Yeah.

- He's like an American hero, you know?

I mean, who doesn't respect that guy?

- Wes...

Bookstore's closing soon.

- I got to go.

- Wes?

- What?

- I'm gonna make it right, okay?

- Okay.

- Who's that?

- Jacob.

- All right, kid, come on.

- You know, Ricky just has the drive to win.

He wasn't afraid of the work.

He always trained harder than anyone else.

- He's a role model to young ones.

He shows them that, you know, you get out of life

whatever you put into it.

- I mean, ten titles in a motocross class... that's crazy.

- Every time he goes out there,

he's thinking about nothing else

but crossing that finish line first, and he does.

- The big difference between Ricky and all...

- Yeah, Jacob!

- Awesome!

- Whoa, nice little jump. - Yeah.

- Whoo.

- Dude, this is gonna be awesome.

- Hell, yeah.

- ♪ She wore a cloak of feathers ♪

- Here he goes. - Yeah!

Yeah, Jacob!

- Fuck. - Jacob!

- Jacob!

You all right, man?

Dude, take the helmet off.

Dude, you hit that corner way too fast.

- Yeah, no shit. - Shut up.

- Come on. Get up. Get up.

I'm going again.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, I just fucking... I turned too quick.

- So, uh, talk to Lauren yet?

- Yeah, I talked to her yesterday.

- So what'd she say?

- I don't know.

- Y'all dating?

- Yeah.

- Since when?

- Since yesterday.

- Where'd you guys go?

- We really didn't go anywhere.

Went to her house, but...

- What do you mean, nowhere?

- It's... nowhere. - Wait.

So you haven't been on a real date yet,

but you're dating?

- Yes, it's been one day.

How can we go anywhere?

- You're not dating her, then.

- I went to her house and...

- That's not dating.

- Have you gotten anywhere yet? - No.

- I would have dug in the first 20 minutes.

- Shut up, man. - Dude.

- Anyway, she invited me to a skate party Saturday night.

- It's a rich kids' party. - Yeah.

- Oh, yeah.

- This is nice.

Like it? - Yeah.

- What is this? 250?

- Yes.

- How much? - Way too much.

That's how much. - I like it.

- My mom's making chocolate cake tonight for Tim's birthday,

if anyone wants to come over.

- I can't.

My parents want to have some bullshit big talk.

That sucks.

- I thought that Tim and your mom broke up.

- She took him back.

Fucking dick.

Treats her like crap.

Remember that one time

when your mom kicked him out of the house?

Your mom didn't take shit from no one.

She was so fucking cool.

Look, Jacob, I'm sorry, man.

- Whatever. Let's just go.

- Hey, did you hear Bailey's renovating that bowling alley?

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah, man.

Saturday night specials, baby.

- We were the worst in the league.

- Me, you,

Rebecca, and Jenny Donovan.

That girl had an ass on her.

Every time she grabbed that pink little bowling ball

and walked up to that line...

about hurt myself.

I still got that last-place trophy Rebecca made us.

She always said we was the best at being last.

- Yeah.

Yes, she did.

- Mind if I say something?

Why don't you sell this place, man?

She wants you to let it go.

It just ain't the dream home she thought it was gonna be,

you know?

- You owe me a six-pack.

- Shit.

Who's helping who here, boy?

- Seriously. Where's my saw at?

- Hey, Jacob.

- Is Wes here?

- I don't think it's a good idea

that y'all hang out right now.

- Look, I'm gonna win a bike race next month.

You're gonna see me at nationals this year.

You know who Ricky Carmichael is?

- I don't.

That's really great.

Your mom would be real proud of you.

- Let... can I just come in and hang out with him?

Not today.

I'm sorry.

- Come on! Come on! Ugh!

Hey, Jacob, get in here.

What's wrong?

You, uh, want to go get some ice cream after the game?

We can celebrate.

- Celebrate what?

- Well, I got the back deck finished...

finally.

- Fuck Galveston.

- Watch your language.

Don't go in my room.

If you change your mind, let me know.

- Dad.

- My best friend at school, he told me a joke.

- Yeah?

- Uh-huh.

- What is it?

- There are 30 cows and 28 chickens.

How many didn't?

- How many didn't?

- Mm-hmm.

- I don't know.

- There are 30 cows and 28 chickens.

- Okay.

- How many didn't?

- Didn't what?

- Is that the punch line?

- No.

There are 30 cows and 28 chickens.

- I don't know what you're saying.

- I want to know the joke.

- There are 30 cows.

- Uh-huh.

28 chickens.

- There's only 30 cows.

28 chickens.

Okay.

- There are 30 cows.

20 of 'em ate chickens.

- Oh!

20 cows ate the chickens.

"'I must confess,' he said,

"'that I found it very difficult

"'to row for so long a time, though I assure you

"'I did my best and did not spare my strength.

"'I notice that, though the wind blew strong in my face,

the current continued to carry us out."'

Aunt Pam?

- Mm-hmm?

- You should probably go to bed.

- Well, yeah, you're right.

I love you.

- Love you.

Hey. - Shh.

Get your shoes on. Let's go.

Wes, don't be a pussy.

Let's go.

- Those two sure are getting cozy.

- Lucky him.

Hey, that could be us in a few seconds.

- You're so gross.

Katie?

Katie.

- Well, shit.

- Have you been to that old bookstore on 12th?

There's, like, this whole section on pirates.

And that weird guy Max works there.

He was showing me these old rap records.

- She's just trying to buy your love,

and you're too dumb to realize it.

- You like Aunt Pam.

She bought your bike helmet

and took care of us when Dad left.

You're just jealous 'cause she took me to Six Flags.

- God, I could give a shit about Six Flags

or your stupid pirate bookstore.

She's not your mom.

You miss her?

- I miss Dad.

- Back up! Back up!

- Did you grab the field trip slip?

- Hey.

I'm sorry.

I'm real late.

I had a 5-30 with Carla Rains.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Wilson.

She had to leave.

She waited 45 minutes for you.

- Call us back in the morning.

We'll reschedule.

Okay?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Okay.

- ♪ Sweet Mary, where'd you go? ♪

- I just saw it in the case.

It just kind of spoke to me.

- Yeah? - Said, "Buy me."

- It's nice.

- It's not bad. It's cheap.

- It's a good purchase. - Yeah.

- Wait, Anderson, you talking about that girl

from the Boudain Hut you were with last night

or that gun?

She was a bargain.

From the bargain bin!

She was a little husky.

She was a good deal for him.

- Very funny.

- You know Danny, that new kid at the barbershop?

Just got himself a Smith & Wesson Model 10.

It's a beaut, man.

- Might be better than this, then.

- Hell, yeah.

- Okay, just watch where you point that thing.

We got a kid in here.

- Are you talking about Jakey boy?

- Mm.

- Jakey boy, are you a kid?

You ever held a gun?

- I don't want him handling no guns.

- Well, he's got to learn sometime, right?

We got to make a man out of him!

- Well, that's one way to do it.

All right, get out of that armpit, boy.

Come on, Jakey boy! You're up.

Have a seat.

- Do it to it, Jakey boy. Come on.

- Let's go.

It ain't even loaded, man. Come on.

- All right, Jakey.

- All right.

Grab that with your right hand.

Now you cradle the butt right here with your left hand.

- Cradle the butt. - That's right.

- All right, this is advice that'll work all year round.

Now, you keep this tight against the barrel like that.

Now push it tight.

Now, when you go in ready to fire,

you just drop that in like that, okay?

- Squeeze it. Don't pull.

- Squeeze. That's right.

- All right, that's enough.

Give it back, Jacob.

- Dad, it's fine.

- Come on, man. He's already got a record.

- All right, sorry.

- Come on. Go hang out in your room.

- All right, Jake.

- Night, Jakey boy!

- Hollis?

- No, I'm good.

- What?

- These are the precious moments.

They don't come back.

- These are the precious moments.

- Little Hallmark over here.

- You're right.

- What? I'm serious.

- All right.

Come on.

It's time to get up.

Hey. Get up.

Get dressed. Put your shoes on.

I need you ready in ten minutes, okay?

I'm serious, Jacob.

- Frisco. Frisco. 37. Hold.

Set. Ready. Break.

- Come on!

- Go, Wes!

- Yeah! Come on, Wes!

Come on, Wes!

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Yeah, Wes!

Come on, Wes!

- Whoo!

- Yeah!

Wes.

Hey.

That was really good.

- You saw the game?

- Yeah. The whole thing.

- How you doing, Hollis?

- All right.

That was really great.

- Thanks.

- Hmm.

- That was really good, man.

- All right, well, we better get going.

We're gonna meet some of the families for pizza.

- Hey, uh, we can meet you guys there.

We don't got anything going on.

Maybe I can meet your team.

Hmm?

- I don't think that's a good idea.

- What do you mean?

- I don't think that's a good idea right now,

with everything that's been going on, okay?

- Just because some damn court's letting you play mommy

for a few weeks don't mean I...

- Not in front of the boys, okay?

- I'm his father.

All right. Hey.

Come here.

Give me a hug.

I'm real proud of you.

And I love you.

You know that, right?

- Mm-hmm.

- I miss you.

- I miss you too.

- All right.

Hey, you be good.

- All right, come on, kiddo.

- You need to hit them corners faster.

You're slow on that corner.

- I don't know about that, but...

- You keep going outside. You need to take inside.

- Come on, man. Let me see it.

- Shut up.

- Hey, you see that Carmichael move?

- Yeah, that looks awesome. - Dude, quit hogging it.

Let me see it. - Get off me.

- Chill out. Shit...

- He's so freakin' fast.

- You... - Stop!

- You fucking dick!

- Oh, shit. Lance!

- What the fuck?

- Shit.

- Let go of him, Nathan. Let's go.

- Lance, stop! Get off him, man!

- Nathan, get him!

You got him! Come on!

- You're lucky.

Your friend Lance here takes full blame.

I don't want to see you boys back in this park ever.

This here's a public place for little kids,

not a bunch of teenage punks.

All right, go on.

Nathan! Nathan!

Except you. Get back over here and sit down.

Lance! You too.

Rest of you, get out of here.

- Lance's parents are getting a divorce.

- That fucking sucks, man.

- Yeah.

Charlotte told me Lance's dad was having an affair

with Nathan's mom.

- How the hell would Charlotte know?

- Her mom works at the theater.

She probably knows everything.

- I fucking hate cops.

Man, your dad's gonna kick your ass.

- Shut up.

- I know it's not like Mom's, but...

What?

- You washed my uniform?

- It's on your bed.

Where'd you get the shiner?

- It was just some kid at the park.

- You hit him back?

Good.

Where'd you get the girl makeup?

- Hyder's sister.

- She was telling us that that kid from the Burger Palace,

he got his face bashed in so bad in juvie,

he couldn't talk for a month.

That's why he's got that weird scar.

- Mm.

- This other kid got stabbed and died,

like, two months ago.

- Then I guess it's best

you stay out of there, then, huh?

Hey.

We got to do better.

- I can qualify for nationals in two weeks.

- Good.

- Hey.

We need the video camera. - You in there?

Put some clothes on!

- Just open the door.

- Hey, man, you grounded?

Can you come out?

- My brother's taking us to the track.

- Over there! There he is!

- Hey, man, where's your mom?

- Shit, I don't know.

- So you want to come or...

- I said I don't want to fucking go.

Now take the camera.

- Jesus.

- ♪ They're coming for us ♪

♪ In the dead of night ♪

♪ They won't ignore us ♪

♪ Prepare to fight ♪

♪ We knew this day would come ♪

- All right,

I'm gonna be right back here to pick you up, okay?

- What do you want, Pam?

- I kind of need to talk to you.

It's important.

So I got offered a job

a couple days ago in Houston.

And, um, I've been giving it a lot of thought.

- And I'm gonna take it.

You remember how much we all wanted to get out of here

when we were kids.

And you guys always had Galveston.

So Wes' lawyer told me that you missed counseling.

You missed a court date.

So she's advising me that it is

in Wes' best interest

that he come with me to Houston.

- Get out of my house.

Get out.

Get out!

- Wait, Hollis.

Jacob's gonna end up in juvie, and you know it.

And then what? Wes too?

- Next time you come back over here,

you'll be bringing him home.

- I just want what's best for him.

- Travis left 'cause you didn't want kids.

You never wanted kids, Pam.

Why the hell are you trying to take mine?

- Dad...

- Hi, you've reached Pam.

- And Wes.

- Leave us a message.

- Hey, Wes, this is Jacob.

Just... just call me back, okay?

- Here, look at this jackass.

If you're going up against these shitty riders, man,

you got this in the bag.

I heard Robbie Ramirez

put some kid in the hospital yesterday, dude.

- He wasn't in the hospital,

but he did get messed up pretty bad.

They had to take Robbie away in handcuffs.

- Shit.

You seen it?

Hey, have you seen Wes lately?

- Nope.

- You got this, man.

You can win the whole race.

- I have to.

- You seen my belt?

- No.

- Damn it.

You find that nice tie Mom got you?

- Yeah, it's right here.

I don't know how to tie it.

She always did it for me.

- All right, hold on.

Here.

Come here.

Lift up your chin.

There you go.

All right.

There.

Looks good.

- I'm trying to keep... they're my children.

- Like you said, they're our children,

and I got to get them every other weekend...

- Come on.

- What'd they say?

Dad, where's Wes?

- Jacob!

- We'll get him back.

Wes.

- What are you doing here?

- Why'd you never call me back?

What's that?

- I don't know.

- What do you mean, you don't know?

- I don't know.

- Look, I'm gonna race next week, all right?

I'm gonna win for you and Dad.

Whole town's gonna see it.

- Okay.

- I need you to be there, okay?

You got to tell Pam.

Wes.

- Let me go.

- Hey, Mom's still at bridge club.

You want to come in for a cold one?

- No, I got to get back.

- Everything's gonna work out just fine, man.

Don't you worry about it.

Put some clothes on.

You're scaring the kids.

You, uh... you all right with riding this one?

Well, come on.

Get in.

- If you're just pulling in to the front gates,

you can tune in to 87.5 on your FM radio

for today's race action.

Cowboy Badlands MX Park here at Beaumont, Texas.

Just now finishing up race number two.

We've got race number three loading in the gate.

Race number three, the open amateur class

for 85cc and larger bikes.

Everyone trying to earn their way

to the Texas Amateur All-Star Nationals.

Top 12 qualify here at today's qualifying race.

Again, race number three.

You guys are wanted now to the gate right now.

Race number three is on the gate.

- All right, Jacob!

- Yeah, Jacob! Whoo!

- And 40 riders about to head into the first turn here

at Cowboy Badlands MX Park.

Again, the top 12 qualify

for the Texas Amateur All-Star...

Jacob Wilson now starting to put up

a little bit of pressure, running up front.

- Jacob!

- Whoo! Yeah! - Go, Jacob!

- Gary Owens also up there...

Couple laps in, Gary Owens, Jason LAN, and Jacob Wilson...

- Come on!

- Your top three front-runners here, a whole slew...

And Jacob Wilson now takes over the lead.

- Yeah, Jacob!

- He's gonna have Gary Owens hot on his trail.

Owens make the pass,

puts Jacob Wilson over the berm.

- Is Wes here?

- No.

Come on.

Hey. That was great.

- Okay.

Anything else I can get you boys?

- I think that's it.

Thank you.

- You're welcome. - Another Coke?

- Yeah, sure.

- There you go.

You know, your, uh...

your mom would have been real proud of you.

- Proud of a reject juvie kid?

- Close your mouth when you eat.

Real nice.

Hyder.

- So how's school, boys?

- I hate school.

- It's fine.

- This whole thing's a joke.

Dad of the fucking year over here.

- Not here.

- Why not, huh?

Everyone knows CPS took your kid.

Whole town knows.

- Shut your mouth now.

- They don't know about Galveston.

- That's enough.

- You fucking left us!

- Stop.

- Don't tell me what to do.

It wasn't my responsibility

to take care of everything,

take care of Wes while you boozed it up down there.

- All right. Come on.

- Three weeks, Dad!

Three whole weeks you were gone!

Admit it.

You wanted to drink yourself to death,

'cause when Duncan found you,

you were gonna leave us for good, weren't you?

- Come on, boys. Let's go.

- We're not leaving.

- Get up now.

- Now what are we supposed to do, huh?

How are we supposed to get him back?

This is all your fault.

This whole thing is your fault!

- You want to play that game?

You really want to go there?

Take a hard look at yourself, son.

Come on. Let's go.

- Get off me. - Come on.

- Your fucking hands off me, all right?

Don't touch me.

And fuck all of you!

- Come on.

Hey, uh, I left $40 on the table, and...

I'm real sorry about this.

- ♪ Got no place to go ♪

♪ Lost in translation ♪

♪ Left here to roam alone ♪

♪ 2,000 miles from home ♪

♪ DA, DA, DA, DA ♪

♪ DA-DA, DA-DA, DA-DA ♪

♪ 2,000 miles... ♪

- Now, this one needs...

Thanks.

Good.

- Whew.

- Hit another one.

Get it.

Nice one.

- Let me see that thing.

- No, you'll burn yourself.

- Come on. Give it to me.

- Stop.

- Stop it.

Would you stop it?

- Hyder, stop.

- Would you give me the freakin' lighter?

- No.

- Jacob, let me do it.

- Don't hit anyone, Hyder.

- Just shut up.

- The retard couldn't hit his own face.

- Shut up, you asshole.

- Holy shit, no more house arrest.

- Not bad. Let me show you how it's done.

- All right.

- Hold that for me.

- Fuck you.

- Stop being such a little bitch.

- Lance, stop, motherfucker.

Quit.

- I'll just hit you. - Fuck you.

- Come on. Don't be a pussy.

Just set it there. Hold on.

- Stop, Lance. - This isn't funny.

- Get it the fuck away from me. Stop, man.

- Fuck, Lance. - Fucking bitch.

Fuck you.

- What the fuck is he doing?

- Lance, what the hell?

Cut it out, man.

- Jacob, what are you doing?

Stop, Jacob. - Just leave me alone.

- Will you stop?

- Fucking go away.

- What are you doing, Jacob? Stop.

- Fucking go away!

Get the fuck off me.

- Jacob. - What the fuck?

- Get the fuck off of me!

- Get off of him, Jacob!

Get off of him!

I just wanted to protect him.

She's taking him to Houston.

- Fuck that bitch.

- Come on, man. - Get up.

- Get up.

- Come on. Let's out of here.

- Come on.

Come on.

- Miller looking to pass it again.

- You finished?

- The secondary is so well...

- Yeah.

All right.

Hey, so, uh,

your probation report's signed on your bed.

Mr. Dominguez said that you'll be back at Barker

sooner than you thought, so...

real proud of you.

You hear what I said?

- Yeah.

What?

- I don't know. You... you just, uh...

You look her, sitting there.

We made a great team, didn't we,

the four of us?

- Hey, Wes, get up.

Come on.

- What are you doing here?

- Hurry up. Pack your things.

Let's go.

- Why?

- We're leaving.

- What?

- Just hurry up.

Get your shoes.

- Man, what's taking him so long?

- I don't know. - In and out.

- Shut up.

- Quit messing with that, man.

- Shut up.

- Lance, knock it off.

- Shh.

- Put it back.

- I can't go anywhere.

- It's not a choice, Wes.

Grab your books.

Hurry up. Get your shoes.

Hey, where's your jacket?

Like, a really good jacket.

- Holy shit.

Lance.

- Cut it out. - Look at that.

- Jackpot, dude.

- Roger, put it back.

- What the fuck was that?

- I'm going up there.

- Stay down here.

- Okay. - Stay.

- Shut up. - Quiet.

- Shut the fuck up! Come on.

- Where the fuck did you get that?

- My dad's house, dumbass.

Now go. Go.

- She's asleep.

- Let's go.

- Drop the bat!

- Lance! - Sit the fuck down!

- What the hell are you doing, Lance?

- Sit the fuck down!

- Put that gun down!

- Hyder, you okay, man? - Holy shit. Hyder.

- Is he okay, Roger?

- Hyder? - Better hope he's okay, bitch.

- Just put the gun down, please!

- Oh, shit. - Oh, God.

- What the hell, man?

- This bitch hit Hyder.

- No, I didn't know it was him.

- Where the hell did you get a gun?

- Jacob. - Stop talking!

- Lance, cut it out, man! - Lance!

- Lance, what are you doing?

- She's gonna tell the cops, man.

We'll all go to juvie. - Not calling anybody...

- Sit the fuck down!

- Jacob! - Lance, chill out.

- What are you doing? - Shut the hell up!

Sit back.

- Lance, I got it.

Just chill out.

What are you doing?

- I'm sorry.

What are you doing?

Jacob, stop!

- Chill the fuck out!

Stop fighting him!

Quit moving! Quit moving!

Chill the fuck out!

Quit moving!

- Jacob! - Lay the fuck down!

- It's okay, Aunt Pam.

It's okay. It's okay.

Why are you doing this?

- You think it's okay, what you did?

- Stop, Lance.

You're gonna wake the fucking neighbors.

- Do you?

- Lance, what the hell?

- You're a fucking bitch,

breaking up a perfectly good family.

- You can chill. - Cut it out, man.

- I don't feel good.

- Just chill out, okay?

- Get the fuck over here.

- Let him go.

- Let him go. - Let him go.

- You're breaking up their family.

You have any clue how fucked up that is?

Do you?

- Lance, just... we're leaving.

- Why don't I shoot you now, huh?

- Lance, stop! - Fucking leave it!

- You think you're so tough?

- Stop, Lance!

- Lance! - Stop!

- Lance!

- You fucking dick!

- Stop, Lance!

Lance, get off him! - Let him go.

- Get off.

- Lance, stop!

- Lance! - Get off me!

- Lance... - Get off me!

- Lance, get off of him!

Oh, shit.

- Get up.

The cops are coming.

- We got to go.

- What's going on?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey. Say that again.

Pam!

What the hell happened?

- It wasn't Jacob's fault.

He was trying to protect everybody, and Lance was just...

- They got the boy up at the hospital.

He's gonna be fine.

- You have any idea where these boys might have gone?

- I don't know.

- Those detectives out there are gonna want both of you

to come down to the station.

- You kidding me, Walter?

My kids are out there scared and alone.

I'm not going to y'all's damn station.

- When they find 'em, they're bringing him in.

- They're fucking kids!

- What's he doing?

- He's just staring at me.

- Let's go.

- Hyder! Hey! Stop!

Stop!

Hey!

Come here.

Hey, stop.

Where's Wes and Jacob?

Huh? Where are they?

The beach.

Hey, how long?

- It'll be about at least another 30 minutes

before it gets back over here.

Okay.

We'll be back.

Let's go.

Remember when Mom used to take us out here to wait?

We're gonna start over in Galveston.

Just like she wanted.

Be like...

The Swiss Family Wilson or something.

I'm gonna take care of you, okay?

Here.

- Park it on the left, boys.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

- Hey, you see two boys get on here?

- We're about to go. About to go...

- You see two boys get on, 10 and 13?

- You need to get on.

You need to get on.

- Two boys, 10 and 13... did they get on?

- Yeah, they're on there somewhere.

- Wes?

Jacob?

Wes!

Jacob?

Wes?

Are you all right?

Huh?

You okay?

I got you.

I got you.

You okay?

- Come here.

It's okay. Shh.

- I'm sorry.

- No, no.

- I screwed up, okay?

I never should have left you boys.

Come here.

Look at me.

Look at me.

I love you more than anything.

You understand?

Everything is going to be okay.

- Wes, will you... will you let me out?

I feel sick.

- You okay?

- Stay with Dad, okay?

Stay with him.

Understand?

Promise me you'll take care of him.

- All right, boys.

Come on.

- ♪ Thunder and lightning, the gods take revenge ♪

♪ Senseless destruction ♪

♪ Victims of fury are cowardly now ♪

♪ Running for safety ♪

♪ Stabbing the harlot to pay for her sins ♪

♪ Leaving the virgin ♪

♪ Suicide running as if it were free ♪

♪ Ripping and tearing ♪

♪ Oh, through the mist and the madness ♪

♪ We're trying to get the message to you ♪

♪ Metal militia ♪

♪ Metal militia ♪

♪ Metal militia ♪

♪ Chained and shadowed to be left behind ♪

♪ Nine and 1,000 ♪

♪ Metal militia for your sacrifice ♪

♪ Ironclad soldiers ♪

♪ Join or be conquered ♪

♪ The law of the land ♪

♪ What will befall you ♪

♪ The metallization of your inner soul ♪

♪ Twisting and turning ♪

♪ Oh, through the mist and the madness ♪

♪ We're trying to get the message to you ♪

♪ Metal militia ♪

♪ Metal militia ♪

♪ Ah ♪