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- Dad, it's just two weeks, alright?

It's not a big deal, I mean.

We're gonna.

I don't know, I mean.

Jess, says it's really important

that I take this trip with him.

What could I do?

I mean, you've seen those eyes.

It's just.

They're like brown gems.

Alright.

Okay, okay, goodbye.

- What's the problem?

- We gotta turn back.

- Will.

What?

- Well.

He just can't hold the place together without me, man.

- Dude, we're halfway through Nevada right now.

You wanna turn around because he

can't hold the place together?

It's a deli, how hard can it be?

(laughs)

You're an asshole.

- Dude.

- I should have known.

- Man. - You're a fucking asshole.

- My expertise with a cold cut

and the meat slicers is unparalleled.

- Yeah, well, fuck you and your expertise.

- You're with a professional meat slicer.

- Okay.

- You know that? - Yeah.

How long did you go to school for that?

(whistling)

- Ma'am.

Babies.

She got babies.

(laughs)

She got babies.

* Going down the road, thinking 'bout her toes *

* Everybody know that they gonna grow old *

* Hey, hey

* Yeah

* (mumbling) Woo!

* Jesse is my name

* Jesse is my friend and he's in my heart *

* Hey, Jesse is my man and he is my homie *

Really?

- I cannot listen to that trash with you.

- Wow.. - I'm sorry.

- Wow.

- Mm.

(mumbling soft rock music)

* Jesse is my man, he's my main, main man *

That's country, man.

American music, you know?

Originators.

I gotta say, man, of all my moody and perpetually

unimpressed friends, you gotta take the cake, dude.

You're the worst road tripper of all time.

Of all time.

If I had a little trophy with me I would give it

to you 'cause it would be the terrible road tripper trophy.

Dude, we've been on the road for two to three days now.

I mean, we haven't been to a bar, we haven't seen any women.

We haven't partied.

There hasn't been a party at all.

Man, I signed up for two weeks of this stuff, dude,

and I'm gonna enjoy myself, as should you.

- Alright, alright. - As should this guy.

- If you wanna party, get off on the next off ramp, alright?

- What do you wanna do?

- You wanna party.

- I wanna party, do you wanna party though?

That's the thing.

- I wanna party. - Are you?

- I do wanna party. - Are you ready?

What did you say? - Get off, we can party.

- What did you just say?

Say it again, I wanna party.

Say it again.

- I wanna party.

- Who wants to party?

Who wants to party, this guy?

I can't hear it though still, I just.

- I wanna party. - Yeah!

- Alright. - Get off.

- Okay.

Hey, hey, what do you say you cover both of us tonight?

- Dude, I'm here aren't I?

Don't push your luck.

- I mean, I'm just saying.

I am driving your ass across the country.

The least you could do is just sack it up a little bit.

- Okay, you got it.

- It's the mothership, Jess.

(crickets chirping)

You hear that?

She's calling us home.

Come on, man.

(door creaking)

Holy shit.

- It smells like piss.

- Nebraska's finest.

- We're in Nebraska?

- Deep Nebraska.

(whistling)

- Hey there.

- What'll it be, boys?

- Uh, just water, no ice please.

- I'd advise against the water, son.

Do you have a second favorite?

- Coke.

- What about him?

- What's that?

- What's your poison, son?

- Well, Ma'am.

- Sharon.

- Sharon, of course.

Well, I'll have whatever they're having over there.

- Of course.

- This place is amazing, right, huh?

- No, it's not.

(chuckles)

- I think you're wrong.

- Hey.

Why don't you boys come join us?

- Suit yourself, cowboy.

- Nasty, drunk?

- Oh, him?

No, not really.

- Actually I was talking about you.

- What makes you say that?

- (laughs) Well, this is a bar, son.

I don't pour too many cokes without a little rum in it.

So, where you boys from?

- Uh, California.

- Not a big talker, huh?

I can take a hint.

- You look kinda lonely over here, Julian.

- My name's Jesse.

(laughs)

- Oops.

Wayne told me it was Julian.

- Wayne, right.

- Hey, why don't you come with us and relax a little bit?

- Um, I think you got your hands full

with Wayne over there, actually.

- Come on.

Please.

- No, thank you.

- We don't bite.

Unless you want us to.

- Look, no.

I said no, okay.

- Fine.

Jesus.

Lighten up.

(door creaking)

- Alright.

(laughing)

- Jesse, my main man!

How you feeling?

- Wait, don't you mean Julian?

- Julian. (laughs)

Julian, Mirabel over here says that there's a rodeo

going on at her house and they even

invited us to be the wranglers.

- Listen, man, I think we have a problem here.

- No, I think we have a problem here

'cause this is a once in a lifetime opportunity.

Alright, the one over there's ready to rumble.

- Woo!

Woo!

- Where's your can, Wayne?

- What do you mean, where's my car?

It's right there.

Where's my car?

Where's my? (girls laugh)

- We're gonna go. - Oh my gosh.

Bye.

- Dude, calm down.

It's fine, we'll figure it out.

We'll figure it out somehow.

Figure it out where, when?

- Now.

- I just lost my. - I don't know.

I mean, that's my.

Could it be somewhere else?

Could it be like in another, you know?

- No, we parked it right here.

This is insane.

(sighing)

(door creaking)

What're we gonna do?

- I don't know.

- Hey, guys, what's goin' on?

Is there a problem?

- Problem is that our car's stolen,

all of our shit's in there and we need to call the police.

- Yeah, just, we need to call the police.

- Guys, look, uh, this is a really tiny town.

- What is that supposed to mean?

- It means that if someone steals a car

damn near everybody's gonna know about it.

No one is stupid enough to steal a car and stay in town.

I'm sorry but your car is probably stripped down

by now and on its way to Tucson.

- Tucson?

- I'm sorry.

Look, come back inside, okay?

We're gonna figure this thing out.

Come on, come with me.

Come on, you guys.

Grandpa?

Hey, yeah.

- Hi, Rick?

It's Jesse, is my Mom there?

- Look, is there any chance you can wire me some money?

- My Mom.

- No, no, no, don't call my parents.

No.

- Mom.

Hey, listen, we're kinda stuck right now.

I need you to send me some money.

- Not a chance in hell.

Not even a penny?

- It's Jesse, Mom.

- Okay.

Hey, can I talk to Grandma?

- Look, I'll just call back later, alright?

- No luck?

- So my husband, Hank, his name is Hank,

he's probably fast asleep like sleeping like a baby,

but if he isn't just try and keep it down, okay?

Because he's a sweet man, but, uh,

kids aren't exactly his cup of tea.

- Is he a big man?

(laughs)

- We also have a couple of cats and we like to keep them

inside otherwise the coyotes will have a field day

so please just try and keep the doors closed, okay?

I don't know why I'm telling you this.

You're only gonna be there a few minutes.

- How far are we going?

- It's right here.

Right outside of town, right here.

- Oh yeah.

- Are you boys hungry?

- Uh, no.

- Still waters run deep, my lady.

- Well, if you guys decide you want something

to eat I can just throw it together in a matter of seconds.

If you can give me just one minute.

- Don't even worry about it.

We'll be out of here as soon as we figure something out.

- Dude?

Yes, we'd love something to eat, actually, Sharon.

- Great, and you know what?

I'm gonna grab some clean towels.

I'm sure you guys probably wanna take a shower

after that long drive, so.

- A shower would be fantastic, actually.

- Oh, and I'll grab a couple clean t-shirts too.

- Sharon, why can't everybody be as lovely as you?

- Well, I guess you caught me at a weak moment.

Now, you boys help yourselves to

this and I'll be right back.

Come on, son, don't be shy.

- Why are you always doing stuff like this?

These are grown kids.

They can handle themselves.

- Their car is gone, their money is gone.

What do you want to just throw them out on the street?

- Yes.

- I'm gonna ask them to stay, okay?

And you don't have to talk to them if you don't want to.

- Jess.

Dude. - What?

- Here you go fellas and, um,

I'm gonna grab you some clean sheets.

- Uh, you know that won't even be necessary.

We should probably get going anyway.

We gotta get back on the road.

- How are we gonna get on the road?

Sharon, go grab those sheets.

We'd be happy to spend the night.

- Great.

- Thanks.

Eat.

- I'll eat.

Eat.

(clicking)

(gentle music)

- What are you doing, boy?

- You scared me.

Um.

I was looking for your bathroom.

- Hm.

Well, you're looking in the clear wrong direction.

- I'm sorry, I meant your phone.

I need your telephone.

- Two minutes or less.

Last thing I need is a fat phone bill.

What the hell are you doing here anyway?

- This is a one-night thing.

I promise we're not gonna--

- No, who have you gotta call at 4:30 in the morning?

Come with me, son.

I hate to smoke alone.

(door creaking)

What the hell are you doing all the way out here?

People don't leave California to come to this shit.

If you're just passing through,

I know quite a few prettier drives than this.

- Well, I'm, uh, going to Chicago

to, uh, I'm going to Chicago.

- Ah, Chicago.

Vacation or what?

- It's kinda personal actually.

I don't wanna be rude, but.

- It's fair enough.

The lady always says that I have an extra nose

where my brain oughta be. (laughs)

Now, Sharon told me about you and your buddy's situation.

- Yeah.

- That's a tough break.

Well, go ahead and ask me, son.

- Ask you what?

- Ask me if you and your friend can borrow my car.

- No.

- Why not?

- You'd let us do that?

You don't even know me, why.

- Just go ahead and get it on, son.

Just ask.

- Can we borrow your car?

- No.

But I'll trade you.

I've got a 1965 Studebaker out there.

You and your boy, you work for me for one week,

two tops, she's all yours.

What do you say?

- Why are you doing this?

You didn't even want us to stay the night.

- Its the best idea that either of us come up with yet.

So I'm going with it. (dog barking distantly)

What do you say, son?

- Alright.

I'm gonna go inside.

- Now it's going on 26 years.

- 26 years doing what?

- Oh, you name it.

I've had my hands on almost every house in this town.

Even a few over in the next town.

I'm the only option around here for miles

if you're looking for quality homegrown Nebraskan work.

- How's that going for you?

- I'm not saying it doesn't have its drawbacks,

but it does pay the bills.

- Plus you get a hell of a tan.

Alright, so, I mean, do you boys consider yourself handy?

- Kind of.

- Well, that's good enough for me.

(clapping)

Alright, let's get to it.

- Get to what?

You haven't even told us what to do yet.

- Okay, well, that fucker ain't gonna mow itself.

And when you're done with that,

give that fence a coat of paint.

Now, you're gonna find a tub of white up there on the porch.

That oughta hold you for your first day's work.

What do you think?

- You're not even gonna stay?

I mean, what if we fuck it up?

- Oh, you won't.

Hush your mouth.

- What about quality work?

- It's like I said, son, I'm the

only option for miles around.

Here, you look like you could use this, son.

Come here, now, doesn't he look handy.

- Why are we doing this again?

- We could just hitch back home

and try again in a couple months.

- Hitch, we're in Nebraska.

We're closer to Chicago than home.

- Yeah, well, we gotta have something, right?

- I have seven dollars.

What do you have?

- I got a rubber band.

- Let's get to work.

It's a good rubber band.

(country music)

* Margarita has a strange appeal *

* Sways between suitor's on a broken heel *

* Of course, her desires they always messed up *

* She'd rather have been scarred then be scarred with love *

* In conversation, she often contends *

* Costumes build costumes at a mall dead end *

* She found her courage in a change of scene *

* This Sunday's social would be short and sweet *

* All her best words are constructed *

* Why these tiled green magnets *

- Hey.

- What? - Jesse, I'm finished, man.

Come on over here.

- Dude, I'm sure it's fine, it's easy.

- No, come check it out.

No, come check this out, it's great.

- Let me finish these, alright?

I'll check it out later. - No.

No, check it out, now.

- Why? - Jess.

Jess.

What do you got, what do you got?

- What do you got?

- What do you got?

This is exciting!

- I am coming.

Oh my god.

Thank you, thank you.

- The writing's on the wall, man.

- Nice. - It's right there.

- Nice.

Good.

- What, that's comedy.

That's funny, Jess.

Jess!

- Excuse me.

Who are you?

I said, who the fuck are you?

- Uh, I'm Will and this is Jesse.

- And what the fuck are you doing here?

- Well, we were gonna go play some ice hockey,

but the weather you guys got here is a little unpredictable.

- Are you fucking with me, wise guy?

- Relax, Tommy.

They're nice boys.

- Yeah, relax, Tommy.

- Was I asking you?

- No.

Get in side, Dora.

- You missed a spot!

- Inside!

- I hired Hank to paint my outside.

(sucks teeth)

- Fuck that.

I'm gonna get outta here, man.

I'm gonna go back to Hank and Sharon's.

- Dude, we're almost done, let's just finish.

- What the fuck is this?

(laughs)

- Oh, shit.

- Boo!

Dora Bell Hutchinson.

- Jesse Pratt.

- What's your middle name>

- I don't have one.

That's okay, I don't smoke.

- Aren't you from California?

- Yeah.

- Everyone smokes in the movies.

(clicks tongue)

He's not my boyfriend, okay?

- Who?

- Tommy.

- Oh.

Okay.

- Okay.

- Alright, I guess I'll see you.

- Uh, you're doing that big gray house

down the street tomorrow, I bet.

- Evening, Dora.

- Hank. (clicks tongue)

(slapping)

(exhaling)

- You, uh.

You finished hassling the help?

- I wasn't hassling him.

- Oh.

Why don't you invite him in for a smoke?

- Too late.

Hank already picked him up.

He doesn't smoke anyway.

- Just as well.

We don't wanna go wasting good smoke

on a little shit like him, do we?

- I'm gonna shower.

(slapping)

- Don't use the hot water.

I'm not made a money!

(sighs)

(water running)

Thank you for the coffee, Monsieur.

I shall miss this when I leave Casablanca.

- Excuse.

(truck motoring)

(dramatic music)

- Jesus, what now?

- Keep it moving, Dora.

- Nice stalker.

- Leave that up.

- Why?

- Because I told you to, you need another reason?

- Okay, Dad.

- I don't want you hanging around with them boys no more.

- They're harmless.

Wait, where are we going?

- Tommy's house.

- Come on, Dad, I was there last night.

Two nights in a row is too much.

- You're going.

- No.

- Come on, Dora, you know the drill.

We're low on cash that means we're

putting in extra hours all week.

Well.

The pleasure of your company makes the worst last.

He's my best employee.

Dora, fucking make sacrifices.

Pretty girl.

Come on.

That's my girl.

That's my girl.

Can't you?

- So what's the state tree here, a telephone pole?

(laughing)

I've seen more telephone poles

than a bird in a tree, you know what I mean?

What is this?

This is amazing.

- It's just corn, son.

- It's so good.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Jess, you gotta try this out, man.

- What is it? - It's amazing.

- Jesus Christ, boys.

Don't you have corn in sunny California?

(laughing)

- Is it amazing?

- It's amazing.

(laughing)

(water running)

So how long has it been?

- How long has what been?

- How long have you and Hank been married?

- Oh.

A long time.

Longer than you been living, that's for sure.

He is. (country music)

He's a wonderful man.

- No kids.

- No.

Not for us.

- We tried, for a while and, uh,

it just wasn't happening so we gave up.

Some things, Jesse, are just not meant to be.

So what about your parents?

- My Mom is back in California with my brother Anthony.

- And your Dad?

- My Mom got remarried to her boss, Rick.

My Dad lives in Chicago.

- Ah.

The plot thickens.

- We'll see.

- Yeah.

(sighing)

- Get your shoes off the bed.

Are you listening?

- Yup.

- What did I say?

- You told me to get my shoes off the bed.

- No, see.

(sighs)

I'm sorry, you know, 'cause I didn't quite hear that.

- You told me to get my shoes off the bed.

- What?

Can I get that one more time, please?

- You told me to get my fucking shoes off the bed.

- Right.

(sighs)

- Turn over.

(slapping)

- Turn the fuck over!

(whimpering)

(grunting)

(door creaking)

- Did you sleep?

- No. - Me neither.

What's on your mind, son?

- Nothin'.

- I don't believe that. (laughs)

- What do you know about that guy, Tommy?

- Bertha's boy Tommy?

Not much.

I know he and Ellis Hutchison are as thick as thieves.

- Dora's dad? - Yes sir.

You don't wanna be jumping on their bad sides.

A mean in him like I've never seen before.

- I won't.

- That's alright.

I just don't wanna see you gettin'

in any trouble while you're here.

You know, just keep your eyes on the prize.

Something like that.

- What about Dora?

- What about her?

- She's gotta be 17 or 18, right?

Why isn't she in school or something?

- You ever seen Audrey Hepburn, Jesse?

- Yeah.

- My, oh my, you should see Mrs. Hutchinson.

- Dora's mom looked like Audrey Hepburn?

- Oh, no, not in the least.

She coulda been her ugly stepsister, in fact.

But, she had that special something.

- What happened to her?

- Seems to me that she could take just so much.

I guess after four or five years

the special just gets beaten outta ya.

- Nah, it only takes a minute.

- What's that, son?

- Nothing, nothing.

(exhaling)

(sawing)

(upbeat music)

- Hey.

- Hey, you guys ready for a break.

- Break?

Alright.

- How come you smoke?

- How come you don't smoke?

- I heard it kills you.

- That's probably accurate.

(dog barking)

- Hey.

Let's do this.

Cheers?

- This sure beats fixing that guys gate.

(laughing)

- I agree.

Do you do this often?

- How often is often?

(laughing)

- That's often.

- Peach, plum, pear.

- What?

- I said, peach, plum, pear.

- What does that mean?

- I don't know.

My Mom used to say it to me when I was a kid.

I think she said it when she didn't know what else to say.

- Does your Mom experiment with drugs, too?

(laughing)

- Probably.

(birds chirping)

- What is this stuff?

- Is what stuff?

- What are we on?

- I don't know.

I can't remember.

I just know that I love this stuff.

Can't you feel it?

In your fingers, in your nails,

in your heart, in your teeth, in your blood,

and all the other.

- We should go.

- What?

- We gotta finish fencing.

- Jesse.

- Jesse. - Jesse.

- Jesse.

- Jesse, it's too, it's too late.

- Jesse.

Jesse, where are you going?

Where are you going, Jesse?

(laughing)

Jesse, where are you going?

He left.

He's not a pro.

He's not at a pro at this stuff

like you, like you and me. - Yeah.

(laughing)

- Jesse. - Oh, alright.

- You wanna come up? - Yeah.

- There we go.

Jesse.

- Don't you worry about it, Carl.

If they don't get the work done, I'll do it myself.

- Busted.

- Go on!

You best be getting on outta here.

- Alright, best be getting out of here!

- Don't you worry about it, Carl.

I'm gonna get this fixed.

Well, I hope you two have some fine explanation

as to where the hell you've been for the last few hours.

(laughing)

- We definitely do not if that's the case.

- You do not?

- No.

- Who the hell do you think you are, son?

- Grape jelly, sir.

- I had a lotta days like that in the 90s.

- What is that supposed to mean, right, right?

- I'm asking you what that means.

- What are you supposed to mean?

- You boys are supposed to fix my gate.

You know, open and close.

Looks like you're trying to get your brains

to do it right now.

- They're gonna fix it.

They'll fix it, Carl.

- I don't know what that means.

- My dog out there needs to be held at bay.

- Get your dogs out.

Who let the dogs out?

(laughing)

- I've got a couple Shih Tzus

that are worth a lotta money.

- Go, go. - These are prize Shih Tzus.

- I'll give you your Shih Tzu.

- I got prize Shih Tzus.

(bicycle irons rattling)

- I told him you can put a dress on a pig,

but don't mean you can take it to the prom

and sure as hell ain't gonna fuck you afterwards.

You know what I mean?

(laughing)

Fucking dipshit.

- Fucking dipshit.

- Jesus, Tommy, you ever get up off me?

- Dora, where you been?

- Riding my bike.

- With who?

- By myself.

- I think you're lying.

- No, and why are you here?

- I saw Hank today.

Driving home from the shop.

I heard the funniest story.

He was telling me that, uh.

He said those two boys he's got working

for him pitched down on a job today.

Know anything about that?

- No.

- Took a little trip outta town, I think.

- Looks to me like, um, (bottle rattling)

a few trips, if you know what I mean.

You, uh, feeling pretty good this afternoon, Dora?

- Have I or have I not

told you to stay away from them boys?

- I'll go with the first one.

- Now I know you're lying.

I told you once and I'm sure as

hell not gonna tell you again.

Stay away from them boys, okay?

- Let go, Dad.

(whimpering)

- You will learn to respect me, Dora.

You and those boys looking foolish

ain't gonna run in this town.

And you're sure as hell not gonna make a fool outta me.

You understand?

Understand?

Understand?

Hey, you walk out that door,

I swear to god, fucking-- - Leave her alone!

Leave her alone! - Don't you fuckin' touch me.

Who the fuck do you think you are, man?

- She's not worth it.

(lamplight buzzing)

- Hi, is Jesse up?

- Dora, honey, what happened to your face?

- You should see the other guy.

- Jesse's not here, girl.

He's down the street doing a favor for me.

He's doing some laundry.

- Well, I'll be.

- Shh!

You don't wanna wake up the bear.

Hank'll come up swingin'.

Especially after that stunt you kids pulled.

What the hell were you thinking?

- Hank would never hit anybody.

- No, you're right, he wouldn't.

- Good night, Sharon.

- Good night, Dora.

- Bye.

(banging)

- Hey.

- Hey.

- What are you doing here?

- I'm visiting.

- What happened to your face?

- Is Hank really mad at you guys?

- He was.

But he said he was too tired to yell so he went to bed.

- Do you have parents, Jesse?

- What are parents?

- They are the only people in the world

that love you no matter what.

They love you all the time.

Even when you fuck up, they love you.

They don't care if you're ugly

or you write with the wrong hand.

- What else?

- They teach you to ride bikes.

They push you on swings.

They let you bum smokes when you're out.

I don't know, they're good, I guess.

They keep the bad things from you.

- Then, no, I don't have parents.

- You had to have come from somewhere.

I bet you came from a blond.

Did you come from a blond?

- No amount of love will keep the bad things from you, Dora.

(sighing)

Whoa.

What are you doing?

- Easy.

What's wrong with you?

- Don't touch me, alright?

- Why not?

Is it a crime that I don't like to be touched?

- You weren't mad about it last night.

- Probably because those fucking pills had me wired.

(chuckles)

What's so funny?

- I've never heard you say the word fuck before.

- Whatever.

(soft rock music)

- Johnny Carson, he was from Nebraska.

The actor Marlon Brando, he was--

- Here you go, boys.

- Well, there he is.

- Well, it looks like you were working hard

on that laundry last night, honey.

- Morning.

- Hey.

- Well, have you been helping Jesse, darling?

- She stopped by last night to apologize

and you were out like a light.

- Well, how about that, huh?

Now there's a standup girl right there.

Come on, sit down, eat some of this.

You look like a stick figure.

- Like I told Hank, I want this done tonight.

- Now, sir, you got a pretty large home.

That's almost impossible.

- Look, I don't have time for this shit.

Just get it done.

- You know, I don't know how much

longer I can take this, Jess.

I mean, dude, if I wanted a second job I woulda

gotten something a whole lot less labor intensive back home.

- Just keep doing what we're doing, alright?

We'll be out of here in no time with a new car.

- No.

- I'm sorry, Will, do you have something

better to do back home?

- Hey, I agreed to drive your ass

across the country for one reason, alright?

And that reason wasn't to be fixing up homes

for some old man while you start crushing on a crazy girl.

You know what that means?

- This needs to be done by tonight.

Better get started.

- Yeah, well, it's day eight, Jess, alright?

A few more of these and I'm leaving with or without you.

- Jesus, boys, you look like a couple of zombies.

(zombie grunting)

- Hank.

- Evening, boys.

- Evening, Hank.

It's after 10, what are you doing?

Pulling an all-nighter?

- I had to wait up for my two best employees.

- We're your only employees.

- Nevermind that.

I believe I have something special here for you boys.

In spite our little setback earlier this week.

And it ain't everyday that I find two hardworking fellows

like yourselves, especially from Hollywood.

(chuckles)

You've given me a very good service,

I wanna show you my gratitude.

- That's what I'm talking about.

- What, really?

- There's 200 bucks here, Hank?

- There it is and you've earned it.

- Really?

- Really.

Now, get the hell out of my office, okay?

- Thanks, Hank.

- Good night.

- Hey, Hank.

- Yes, sir?

- Um.

I was just wondering why, um.

- Out with it, son.

- We could take the $200

and we could leave right now.

- That's true, you could.

And you'd never have to work on another

house or see my ugly mug again,

but you won't.

- How do you know?

- I trust you.

- Why?

- Jesus, son, knock off all the questions.

Get some sleep.

- Hank, wait.

We were really sorry about the other day.

- Mm.

Listen, son, I heard just recently on the grapevine

misbehaving every once in a while

is pretty common among you little fuckers.

(laughing)

- I guess.

- Uh uh.

Are we done?

- Thank you.

(snorting)

(panting)

(rock music)

- She's pretty, isn't she?

- She's alright.

- Oh, it's a shame.

She comes in here looking so grown up

and then she opens that mouth and

you can tell she's just a baby.

A little girl who doesn't know where to go or who to be.

It makes me kinda sad.

- Hey, stop staring like that.

You're gonna burn a hole right through her skull.

- Boo!

Hey, are you gonna eat these?

(crunching)

Wanna play pool?

- Nah.

- How come?

- I just don't.

- Do you like my dress?

- Yeah.

- It was my Mom's.

- It's really nice.

- Dora, you're up.

- I hear you're going on an adventure tomorrow.

- Who said that?

- It's a tiny town, Jesse.

Do you think I could come with?

- Yeah.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Okay. (laughs)

- Come and get me at Tommy's tomorrow.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Okay.

See you tomorrow.

- Alright. - Okay.

- Have fun.

- Okay.

- Did you come from Hollywood?

- I'm sorry, did I come from Hollywood?

(laughs)

You don't choose Hollywood, Hollywood chooses you.

And each and every single one of you, alright?

And especially you.

What's your name again?

(chuckles)

- You're still here.

(lighter striking)

(thrilling music)

(Tommy sighs)

You couldn't take care of her like I do.

- You're probably right.

- I'm absolutely tight.

- You could probably smoke that inside couldn't you?

- See, pills are one thing, Dora Bell is another.

You touch my things,

we got a problem.

- I haven't don't anything. - Yeah, yeah.

We get it.

You're delicate.

A nice guy.

Just quit it, it's getting old.

(slapping)

(soft rock music)

- Alright, this is for 800 big ones.

First team to answer this question

correctly is taking it home.

Name all the states that share borders with New York, go.

- Shit, New Jersey.

- 30 seconds left, teams.

- Who cares?

- Okay, let's see.

New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Connecticut,

Massachusetts, Vermont, and Rhode Island.

- Mother fucking Rhode Island. - Hello.

- Oh, wow. - Geez.

- Yeah, well, I may not be the sharpest tool

in the shed, but I do know a thing or two

about a thing or two.

- I gotta say, Sharon, I'm a little turned on right now.

- Oh, hush! (laughs)

Now, Jesse, you're gonna have to let me wash

that t-shirt of yours before it grows arms of its own.

- That's fine.

- Listen to me, son, I'm not letting you walk

out that door with all those spots

staring everyone straight in the face.

This is serious, son.

- This is serious, son.

- It's fine.

My nice overshirt will cover it up.

- Come on Jesse, please. - No.

- Jesse, give it to me. - No.

- Jesse, come on, Jesse. - No, no, it's fine!

I'll just wash it when I come back.

- Jess.

(music on the radio)

- Alright, easy with her, huh?

Don't take the turns too wide and don't ride too close.

Hank, please, do I look like an idiot to you?

- Son, if you want an honest answer I'm

gonna be happy to give you one.

I got 20 bucks that says you ain't gonna like it.

(laughs)

- Whatever.

- Let's go!

- Woo! - Back by dark, you got it?

- Alright. (engine revving)

(rock music)

Woo!

* Take me down from a high oak tree *

* In the eyes of a branch and the tears of a leaf *

* Build you a path where the sun don't shine *

* Farther from, far and wide

* Crossed the waves beneath the sky *

* Lay me down in the far and wide *

* Know that I'll be satisfied

* Far around and far and wide

* Give me a girl with strong knees *

* Come and go to the drop of the tree *

* Mountains with moles stones that fly *

* Farther from, far and wide

* Crossed the waves beneath the skies *

- Whoa.

You okay?

- Yeah.

What do you got?

- What do you mean?

- A story, something about you or your life.

A gem.

- I got nothing.

- Just like that.

- I guess so.

- Well, I tried to kill myself four times this month.

- Is that a joke?

- What, what do you think?

- No.

No.

- Then.

Yes, it's a joke.

(soft rock music)

Hey, Will, it's my turn.

- No. - Get off the swing.

- You get off it.

- No.

- You get off it.

You get off it. - No.

Yeah.

- Pushes? - Yeah.

(laughing)

- Thanks.

Do what we can.

Hey.

Hey.

Ukulele.

(ukulele strumming)

- It's gross.

- It's nice.

Where'd you learn that?

Hey.

- Look at this.

- It's gross.

- It's not gross. - It's really weird.

It's really weird. - It's good luck.

- Derek, yes, uh huh.

- How much is this?

- Three dollars.

- Three dollars.

- I'll give you a dollar.

- We're gonna give you a dollar.

- Okay, look, I don't haggle and can you put that out?

- We got a problem.

- Sara, yes.

Here.

(soft rock music)

- Where y'all from?

- Well, we're from California.

- We're from California.

- Got that bear for ya.

5000 tickets.

- 4000.

- Wait, I have to pee.

I'll be back.

(sighs)

(crow cawing)

- Weird, look at this guy's shoes.

- One time when I was 10 my Mom took me and my brother

to this arcade, the Arnold House, after school.

We played for so long.

She was exhausted after running after us all day.

I remember Anthony, my brother,

won one of those swords, you know those?

It wasn't super sharp but she kept telling us be gentle

with it 'cause you could hurt yourself.

She made us keep the cover on it.

We played with it on the driveway all night.

She even let us skip dinner.

When my Dad came home, he said he hated the sound so much.

He said if we didn't stop he would take it away.

We didn't stop.

He came out real late.

He saw us swordfighting and he took it away from Anthony.

He asked us whose it was.

Anthony told him it was his.

And he told him lie down on the driveway.

Pull his shirt up.

And he took the cover off and he

drug it against the driveway.

He was sharpening it.

And I knew that and I didn't do anything.

He put the tip to Anthony's chest

and he just drug it down.

Anthony was screaming, he was balling his eyes out

He was so bloody, you know?

And I just watched my Dad slice

him up and I didn't do anything.

I didn't do anything.

Things like that just kept happening, you know?

Every day it was like we did something to make him hate us.

Hurt us.

My Mom came out after he was done.

She still doesn't know what happened.

Or she does and she would never admit it.

My dad took off a couple years after that.

Anthony just turned 18.

He barely remembers it.

But I wanted him dead for the last 10 years of my life.

- Do you really mean that?

(sighs softly)

- Alright, team.

Let's move out.

(soft rock music)

(engine revving)

- Here.

- Where did you get this?

- You dropped it.

- Where?

- Welcome.

- Thanks.

- You guys got any gum?

- So your Dad's name is Aaron?

- I had a neighbor named Aaron once and he told he used

to pee on his little brother in the shower--

- Why are you always saying stuff like that?

- Stuff like what?

- Stuff like that,

stuff that doesn't mean anything to anyone?

You're always just talking.

- If I don't talk, I'll disappear.

I'll be invisible, you know?

(soft rock music)

Hey, do you guys wanna come in for a little bit?

Tommy's not gonna be home for a couple of hours.

- I think today was enough crazy.

- What?

- Hank told us we had to be home by dark so.

- Okay.

(car door slamming)

Stop, stop.

- How was she?

- It's not a '91 Pontiac, but she'll do.

- Oh, you hush.

Well, boys, dinner's almost ready.

- Where's Hank?

- Hank is, uh, at the hardware store.

Something about a step ladder.

- You know what, actually, I think I'm gonna go for a walk.

- A walk, where you gonna go?

- What are you writing a book?

- We're gonna have dinner tonight, man.

It's corn, right?

- It's alright.

He can skip dinner if that's what he wants to do.

Have a nice walk.

I have this image in my head

of what you're talking about and it's cracking me up.

- Oh, man, you got all these regulars, too,

just like wild regulars that come in.

And I'm really gonna miss this cooking.

- Oh, no.

You'll be sick of it soon enough.

- I don't know about that.

- I mean, the time has come.

- What do you mean?

I think you boys still have some quality work left in you.

Oh, I got a life to get back to.

We've run out of houses to fix, you know?

California needs me, Sharon.

Then Chicago for a day or two max and then home sweet home.

- Does Hank know you're planning your getaway so soon?

- He will tomorrow or tonight

if that wildcat ever gets back here.

(laughing)

- You know, uh, when you boys leave

it's gonna break my heart.

- You're a lovely woman, Sharon.

Thanks for everything.

- Thank you, honey, really.

- Listen, this piece of shit's

a lot more work than I thought.

It's gonna take at least two days.

And I know for a fact that's the

best anyone around here can do.

- Two days.

Kids know how to do this, man.

What the fuck takes so long to strip a car?

We gave this to you days ago.

- Well, why don't you do it yourself then?

- Relax.

Two days, not a problem.

How much?

- Ounce.

- What?

- And a half.

- How about I give you an ounce and a couple pills?

- How 'bout we do an ounce, a couple pills

and, uh, we see what we work out with Dora Bell?

- Two days, you got yourself a deal.

Two days, great.

Well, look at what we have here.

- What the fuck is this?

Oh, it's the California king.

If you're looking for Dora Bell

she's back at my place cleaning the fuck up.

- It was you guys.

This is Will's car.

- (gasps) You're shitting me?

- I'm taking it back.

- Oh, you hear that?

He said he's gonna take it back

and what the fuck makes you think I'm gonna let you do that?

- Just let me take it and I won't

tell anybody what I just saw.

- You're in the Boondocks, son.

You think anyone gives a shit

about a stolen car or an ounce of weed?

No.

- I think somebody might care you let the entire town do

whatever they want with your daughter.

- Shut the fuck up!

- It ain't gonna leak.

You can't blame me.

She loves it.

- I'm taking it back.

And I suggest you don't stop me.

- I wouldn't touch that car if I were you, son.

- Don't touch me.

Just let me take it.

- Huh?

Don't touch you?

(laughs)

(claps)

Don't touch you?

Are you gonna cry, son?

Don't touch me.

Fuck you!

Fuckin' bitch.

Can you believe this little ass, faggot.

(grunts)

- You think she likes it!

You think that she's fucking happy?

You're her father!

You're her fucking father!

You're supposed to keep the bad things from her.

(whimpering)

- Jesus Christ, you're gonna fucking kill him!

(panting)

(whimpering)

(coughing)

(gate rattling)

- Jess, Jess, dude.

Dude are you okay, man? (knocking)

Jesse.

Dude, are you okay, man?

- What happened?

- Jesse.

Dude, open the door.

- Jesse.

- Bro. - Honey.

Let us in. - Jesse, man.

- Jesse, what happened?

- I don't know, I don't know, he's just crying.

Jesse!

- Jesse!

- Dude, are you okay?

- Jesse, open the door! - Jesse, open the door!

- Honey, let us in.

Talk to us. (banging)

- Jesse, dude. - Open the door.

Come on, open the door.

- Jesse, open the door, man!

- Jesse, what's going on?

- Jesse! - Hey!

- Open the door. - Let us in.

- Jesse, man.

I don't know, I don't know, he's just.

Jesse.

- Jesse!

(sobbing)

What happened?

- I don't know, I don't know, he's just crying.

Jesse! - Jesse!

- Come here.

(sobbing)

Are you awake, Jesse?

I know why you carry this anger around in your pocket.

You never forget the people that hurt you the most.

Just like the ones you love the most.

That's why you can't go to Chicago, Jess.

Your scars are already too big.

I'll be your Dad, Jesse.

I'll be a good one.

(bicycle tires screeching)

(whimpering)

(yawning)

- Dora!

Dora!

- Okay, son, give it some power.

- Alright.

(engine revving)

How's that?

(tapping)

- Yeah, she's just as beautiful as the day I bought her.

- I'm gonna go see if Jess is up.

- Yeah.

You sure about this?

You sure you can't last a few more days?

- Begging's unbecoming, Hank.

You know that.

- That's an awesome blanket.

- I think these are yours.

- Oh.

- As are these.

- Thanks, man.

- Well, you got everything.

- It wasn't much to get, old man.

- Oh.

Well, I think I've had just about enough

of this old man stuff now, you hear me?

- I can barely stand it.

You boys have to promise me that you're

gonna be careful, okay? - Yes.

- We want some kind of contact when you get there.

Am I clear?

- Yeah. - You got it, boss.

- Boss!

That's something I like.

Alright.

- Come on, it's okay.

- Hank.

- You okay, son?

- I don't know how to tell you how much I appreciate you.

- So don't.

- Come on, Jess, this baby's begging to get on the road.

- You made it.

- Hey.

- Morning, Dora.

- I got you some stuff for your trip.

- Thank you.

Thanks.

- Um.

If you ever wanna come back, I'll be here.

- Maybe you shouldn't be.

- Let's go, Jess.

- I love you.

Alright.

There.

- How do I look?

- Great.

- Hey, have some fun in Chicago, huh?

- California, actually.

- Oh.

- I got nothing.

- Are we really going home?

- Yeah.

- You sure?

- I'm sure.

You got it, buddy boy.

(howling) Ow, yeah!

- Here you go, sweetheart.

- It's nice to have you here, Dora.

- Thanks.

- Oh, don't mention it.

We're having ourselves a regular motel here these days.

- Good night, sweetheart.

(soft rock music)

You know, honey, I can't find the rice.

I'm gonna check in the garage.

Hank stores most of that stuff in there.

I don't know if this is the kind you like, but um.

Well, it's not exactly breakfast material either, but I.

(coughs)

- Dora.

Where you goin'?

(soft rock music)

* You remark on everything you touch *

* Left one in my eye

* The first time I saw you I knew you were trouble *

* You looked like you wanted to die *

* But I can get you out of this one *

* If you get me out of here

* And I'll be gone by the morning *

* If you promise that you'll wait right here *

* I'll get us out of here

(birds chirping)

(soft rock music)

* We speak in a store, I'm a sensitive bore *

* You see markedly more and I'm losing surprise *

* But it's late in the day and you're well on your way *

* What was golden with gray and I'm suddenly shy *

* And the gathering floozies aboard, you be choosy *

* And all sneezing darkly in the dimming divide *

* And I have read the right book to interpret your looks *

* You are knocking me down with the palm of your eyes *

* So na na na na na na na na na na *

* Na na na na na na na na na na *

* Na na na na na na na na

* This is unlike the stories, it was *