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My father told me
if I was hard enough

I wouldn't break.

He lied.

Everything breaks.

Set!

Hut hut!

Hit hard you mullets!
Break their helmets!

Hey Roy,

are you okay ?

Yeah, hey!

Turn around. Touch the ground.
Get up. Everything gonna be ok.

Who the hell's that?

My uncle.

I'm here.

About dad's accident?

That what Peyton told you?

An accident?

Nelson never took an
undeliberate step in his life.

What are you saying?

Roy,

you-you look like the
first time I ever saw him.

He died. He got all
smashed up, dead.

It was a train.

He was walking cross the track.

We don't have
all the details yet.

My boys.

My little bunnies.

Pink squirrel?

No, thank you.

I can't drink.

I could make you a virgin one.

It's just, um, I'm in training.

I see.

We all gotta get through
these things somehow.

I can't believe it's
an open casket.

I mean it's awful how he died.

Do you know,
Mr. Chutney very well at all?

No, not really.

I gotta

Sorry.

He used to call
me his little king.

I'm his son.

Come on, babies.
He's on the risin'.

You ain't got none,

you might as well pull
your hands out of there.

What the hell's going on?

Hard-on contest.

50 bucks riding on the winner.

Easiest money I ever made.

Hey, Chutney.

Why don't you come on
over here and, uh, drop trou.

Oh! No thanks, Russ.

I don't need to circle
jerk to long dick you.

Just ask your girlfriend!

Just ask your momma's pussy!

Pussy is right!

Your red neck
daddy's pussy to vote!

They won't pay
for your schoolin',

let alone your football!

You know, I would rather
cut off my own damn arm,

then cut any of you boys.

But I've got the word.

There's no J.V.
this year. It's gone.

Now, some of
you, will be varsity.

And some of you.

I posted the list outside.

See your name on that list,

be a good soldier,

and walk away.

Coach?

I think there might be a
little problem with the list.

The list?

Chutney, look at you.

You-you-you got no gumption.

You ain't angry enough.

And I-I ain't got room,
for "ain't angry enough ".

Yeah, hey!

Roy Chutney.

Come on, dammit.

Football's not where
your life belongs.

Think of it as a blessing,
it free's you up now.

You know, it's time
to, to knuckle down,

rebuild the corral, get this
ranch back in working order.

This ranch, mom?

This place is
nothing like a ranch.

This "nothing" is everything
Nelson left me with.

This "nothing" and you.

This nothing and me, well...

I'm sorry you got
stuck with me, mom.

That's not what I meant.

You didn't even come
to the funeral, mom.

Well, our divorce was
funeral enough for me.

Took you limp
dicks long enough.

You call this a wood pile?

You call this tight?

It's a god damn health hazard!

It's loose!

It's all loose!

But, we spent all day on that!

Well, now you gonna
spend all night doing it right.

Yeah, like hell,
you gonna pay us.

Then we're gonna go downtown.

You're not going anywhere.

Lem!

Tracy!

Stop it!

So, what you gonna do?

Kill me?

Who'd feed ya?

Who'd buy ya Levi's?

Lem!

Somebody says they call me

Swinging the world by a tail

Bouncin' all over
the white cloud

Killin' the blues

Hey, bro!

Are you okay?

What are you grinning at?

You, white boy,

getting all Paul
Bunyan back at Lem's.

I'll tell you what was funny

was you and your dad
doing the Appalachian boogie.

Hey. Lem's not my dad.

Neither was mine.

Yeah, I hear ya.

I only ever saw him
at the football games.

It doesn't really matter.

Hard cheese about your father.

Hard fuckin' cheese.

My real pop,

he went out for smokes one day.

And never came back.

Least he's still alive.

I hope to think he is.

Keep hoping I'll

see him around somewhere.

I'll walk up and say "pop"

Can I have a cig?

You know, all nonchalant like.

Then I'll kick his ass!

Do you ever tell
yourself a story, Tracy?

You start seeing the future
as it's gonna happen. And

everything just gets broken.

Whoa! Cannon
ball, coming at ya!

Cannon ball, coming at ya!

Cannon ball, coming at ya!

Laugh it up!

Come on! Chuckle butt!

Chut, chut, chut,
chut, buddy! Hey!

No man, varsity only.

That shines are, uh,
with our team spirit.

Give me a break, Russ, okay?

Sorry, Chutney.

Hey, it's nothing
personal, you know?

It's just a ritual.

Personal? It's not even human.

Think I'm kidding, weak tit?

That's enough!

Does the baby want his bottle?

- Yeah, fuck you.
- Oh, yeah?

You got a bottle for me?

Are you okay, man?

You burned my fuckin' jacket!

What the shit?

Come on, fucker! Get up!

Whoa! What happened
to the moonshine?

Fuckin' pussy.

Are you okay?

Hey, Roy!

Where're you going, Roy?

Ladies and gentlemen
it's Keno time. So let's go.

Hey paper Blue Springs gazette.

Tomorrow's news today.

24!

Oh now, what did I drag
my sleeves through this time?

I've only been here two hours,
and look at how dirty I am.

Oh, shoot, Gretch' you're dirty
long before you came in tonight.

Oh, Gid.

Hey, you ought to, uh,

get you some brains.

Excuse me?

Cow brains, bub.
Scrambled on up, with eggs.

Yeah, man's meal.

He needs them in eggs,
Gretch, for my boy, Roy here.

Chutney, right? You
are Roy Chutney?

Yeah. How'd you know that?

Uh, my name's Gideon Ferguson.

Gid to my friends.

Oh. And everybody's my friend.

I sell the papers.

We get the paper at home.

Oh, we get the paper at home.

Now, Gid's not here trying
to increase the circulation.

No.

I've seen you practice.

Uh, watch your football.

A long time.

Well, not long enough.

I got cut.

I know you did.

That's why Gid
wants to jaw at ya.

Barn's throwing
up a football team.

He wants gamers,
from all over town.

Boys like you.

Well, boys with touch.

Yeah.

Well, we're talking
full on tackle football.

We're talking six-man.

Six-man, isn't like
a ranch kid game?

Well, isn't that what
you is, a ranch kid?

That's the last thing I am.

Oh, no, it ain't a thing
to be shameful of.

Well, ranch kids are tough.

You have to be.

You raise a pet
pig, then you kill it.

We-we don't raise pigs.

Oh, well the point is,

town kids don't
know if they're tough.

In six-man, in six-man,
you got no place to hide.

No, you miss a
tackle. And boom!

Yeah, scary to some
kids, bub, it's scary!

Long night, that's all.

No-no, that's all
right. Shh, shh, shh.

This offer,

it ain't open to
every swinging dick.

Come on.

Roy? You wanna shine?

You wanna watch
Motlow's pretty boys,

from the stands? Russ and MO?

Or you wanna be my quarterback?

What you got to loose?

See ya.

You all right, Ms. Sisco?

Yeah.

Just your ordinary
everyday heartbreak.

Oh, is that all?

Well, I thought it might
be something serious.

Now, we have 64
and that looks good.

This ain't my
first rodeo, Chut.

I hail from west Texas.

Six-man's a
religion down there.

I speak it's tongues.

That's good.

Why me?

You got your daddy's blood.

And that's good blood.

You know-knew my dad?

I told you, Gid
knows everybody.

Your daddy was a
mighty fine ball player.

All state three years running.

He was a real

Sledgehammer,
sledgehammer, yeah.

I've heard that before.

Course you only
knew smash my arm.

He was just a

tackle

grunt

like me.

But you,

Roy,

You're better than that.

Six-man, it takes smarts.

You get to run a gun, you
get to think on your feet.

What do you get?

Oh, I get to coach again, bub.

Yeah. I get to be bull-goose.

Now I'll run my boys
against any action in the state.

And if you sign,
you got a cannon,

right there.

Boom, boom, boom.

Roy.

You can own this game.

You can have somethin'

that nobody ever gonna
take away from you.

You're my lynchpin.

Without ya, I got no team.

You in?

Hey, Skyla.

Gid

Gid

Please buddy

will you stick me in?

Floyd! Come on, sit down.

5, we have a winner.

You look awful ragged.

Ragged, did you say?

Ragged but right,
Riley Puckett, 1934.

Don't mind, Floyd.

His his diabetes and
his drinking just disagree.

Folks call me Studebaker,

'cause I live in one.

But, my name's Floyd.

What do you go by, mister?

Roy.

He's Roy Chutney.

My new quarterback,
right champ?

You know that's trouble
sure and true, kid.

Nothing but trouble.

Oh, nothing but trouble,
Floyd, Lonnie Johnson, 1949.

So, how 'bout it, son? You in?

Eh?

Yeah! Yeah!

Atta boy!

Yes, sir!

Yes, sir.

All right, listen up.

In six-man,

you never stop moving.

It's high-octane, hardscrabble.

You got to be,
outlaw, out there.

You got to be Renegade.

Let's get friendly.

Over there, this is, uh,

Quirky Lovoy.

He'll put you on the
back of your helmet.

This is Josh Coudrow.

He's our special teams.

Now this is, uh, Jeremy Areala.

Got

Dave Bishop here.

A hard time, getting
a helmet over that hat.

Down there, Warren Hudson.

We got us,

Benton Toranjos.

Mr. wrong way, Toranjo.

And Lester and Earl Bucket.

Now they're new to football,

but their old man
owns this field.

So be nice.

Now, Gibbs, he played six-man,

right? At Valley Christian.

Yeah.

'til he left the team for, um,

well religious reasons.

What's that?

I called the coach
a cock sucker.

And hiding over here,
this is Roy Chutney.

He's our big boss
with the hot sauce.

He's our bull-roar,
our deepback.

Gid, uh.

This helmets are ancient.

Oh, be broadminded, boy.

It's not the helmet,
it's what fits inside.

All right, where's that ball?

Okay, now deepback.

He's just a, uh

he's just a quarterback
but don't get the hike.

He gets the ball through
a-a hand off or a pitch.

That way he's always got
the option to throw or to run.

That's it, Roy.

Run it again. Run it
again, keep it going.

Now, all of you.

You're always eligible
to receive a pass.

So always be on your ready.

Now remember chums.

In six-man, a broken play
may just be your best bet.

Go, go, go, that's it!

Yeah, you got it!

Let's play some football.

What are you doing? What are
you doing? What are you doing?

Now, get down there.

Now, hike, stand back.

Come on, come on.

Strip it away, strip it
away. Strip it away.

Oh! Now it's play it.

That's it.

Hey Roy, take
the offense I'm uh

I got some business
needs tending too.

All right, Gid.

All right, let's run it again!

Hey, Jute.

Been a long time.

You got that buying money?

Yes indeedy, you
got me some games?

Oh, we got you some games, Gid.

Scheduled your
team in all the off slots.

All the by-weeks, huh?

Yeah, that's what I
reckoned. Here you go.

'Course we still have
another problem.

Oh yeah, what's it?

Yeah, I'll be blunt, Gid.

That trouble you
got into up at Hishem.

That boy that died.

You know that wasn't my fault.

Yeah, now don't get your jaws

Jute, it's blasphemy.

I did my best.

Yeah, hell I know you did!

But, it's just it well
these coaches tend to...

Yeah they're asking
for some insurance.

Some insurance?

Yeah. You mean, cash?

Every game?

Every game.

Cash on the barrelhead.

Louvin Brothers, 1954.

What?

Nothing but a song in my head.

We're gonna whop
you up in Geraldine.

Well, I don't know about that,

but you're more
than welcome to try.

We got us some games.

We got us some games!

Come in here, everybody
in. Everybody in!

And one last thing!

The slaughter rule!

If either team gets ahead by
45 points, they call the game.

But, Gideon Ferguson, he
never been slaughter ruled.

And I aim to keep it that way.

Okay?

Today, I was in uh, I
was in ceramics class.

And up comes Motlow.

So what have we made
today, Mr. Two Dogs?

And I said made
a thing for flowers

Mr. Two Dogs,
that-that's not a vase.

It's a water pipe.

"Nuh-huh, that-that's
not a water pipe."

Today, Mr. Motlow,

we have made a bong.

No, you didn't!

Yeah, he went ape shit.

Two Dogs! Your piece
of reservation trash!

Get out of my
room. Pronto tonto

Yeah. That racist fuck.

So I decked him.

You hit him?

You'll see I left a big
old clay mark on his face.

Oh, then he, then he
kicked me out of the team.

Perfect!

Now you can go
play six-man with me.

Yeah?

Does your old lady
go for younger men?

Shut up.

Hi, Mrs. Chutney.

Hi, guys.

: Smells good.
Thanks.

Okay, if I stay for dinner?

Oh, of course.

Mind you this isn't all for
tonight this is two weeks worth.

Can I stay for two weeks then?

Two weeks! You just got here.

Roy, look

I've go the Quebec run.

So, you know, a three
day layover in Montreal.

And Francis got tickets
for the hockey game and

Francis? Which one is he?

He's the rancher one?
The professor one?

He's the pilot one, honey.

The pilot one.

Mind you, you better fix that
corral by the time I get back,

or else.

- Or else what?
- Or else they'll be spankings.

Oh. Count me in.

I got it.

Hello.

Hey, champ, you got a minute?

Hey. How you doing?

Yeah, I wanted to jaw jack
with you 'bout the game.

Okay.

Yeah, we got leave
10:00 a.m. sharp.

Okay. We're going
up to Augusta,

weather gets kind
of squirrelly, so, uh...

you come prepared, eh?

You got it.

Okay.

What?

It's uh, it's about your rent.

By, Tuesday the
government check get in.

Nothing doing 'til Tuesday.

Just asking.

Just telling.

One more thing, Roy.

Can I count on you for a ride?

Yeah, for Saturday sure.

No, I mean every
game. Can I, uh,

can I, uh, can I depend on
you for that? Can I trust you?

Yeah, sure.

10 am sharp.

See you then.

That's our football coach?

Yep.

Big Gid. Big Gid. Big Gid.

Man I heard that guy's
some kind of a pre-vert.

- Pre-vert?
- Yeah.

Well, Lem said he's a funny.

Well, Lem don't know
his ass from his elbow.

Right. Come on.

Sure wanna welcome all
you folks for being here today,

we're sure lookin' forward
to this football game.

Um, if you noticed over there,

the cheerleaders having
a cupcake sale today.

I wanted to congratulate
the Anderson's

on the birth of their new son.

It's nice to have
another boy in town.

Six man-football, we need
all the boys we can get.

We're really looking
forward to this game,

between the Elks
and the Renegades.

No that ain't a hike.

He's gonna pull a reverse!

It's a reverse!

It's alright. We're okay.

We just gotta buck up now.

We're gonna, we're
gonna play a little

West Texas pig iron, wing set.

We'll spread it wide in
the flats, cross screen.

And we're gonna lead block.

You get me, huh?

Now, Roy,

you jack rabbit out
of that pocket too soon

I need you to take
a hit one time, okay?

I need you to be my,
alpha wolf out there.

Yeah, that's it.

Hey, Benton?

Don't just look pretty, you
gotta bust me a seam, okay?

Trace

Coudrow.

You're my wings out
there, so fly, all right?

Right.

Let's double up on two. Ready?

Let's do this!

Get him!

Yeah, here we go.

So close!

Go, Tracy!

Come on- come on- come on.

All right, is his mama
or papa around?

Okay, he's okay,
he's all right.

He's a tough boy. He's
a tough boy. Come on.

Yeah, don't let your
head get too swelled, huh?

Too late!

Go! Go, Two Dogs!
Move outta the way!

Yeah, how do you like
the Renegades now?

That's it! That's it!

That's it! That's my
sneaky sneaky boys.

Yes, sir! Yeah!

What are you doing?

having a spaz attack?

I'm warming up the old larynx.

Singing tomorrow,
genuine juke joint music.

What? You sing?

Is a frog's ass water tight?

Yeah, me and Floyd we
gotta gig Saturday night.

Why don't you come on out?

Uh, tomorrow?

I don't know.

You know that gal you was
making eyes at the other night.

Ms Skyla?

What the girl? The
girl at the diner?

Well, you bet your sweet
cherry pie she'll be there.

Yeah?

Howdy, partner.

Hey.

What can I give for you?

Whisky

with some water and some ice.

A ditch?

What?

The drink you ordered
is called a ditch.

Is it a ditch water irrigation?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah I didn't know if you knew

What are you ? A
rancher or something?

I'd say you're the cowpoke.

Don't I know you?

Uh, Pink squirrel?

Right, the funeral thing.

Sorry.

I keep forgetting
Mr. Chutney was your father.

He kept forgetting too.

So, how you holding up?

I-i-i could, I could
really use that Ditch.

'kay.

Are you, um,

breaking training tonight?

Hey!

I've just finished my shift.
And I gotta close you out.

Oh, it's okay.

Come on!

Lets shake some ass.

Where did you learn all that?

It's just uh

It's just I've always been
my mom's dancing dummy.

Oh, you are no dummy.

You're more of a sweetie.

I'm sorry. I just mean

just that your
eyes aren't hard.

They're more serious,
just like they're hurt.

That's just the
smoke, that's all.

Gid can sing!

Oh, you know Gideon?

Oh, yeah.

I came here to see him.

Really want to see you, but.

Do you wanna dance?

No, um

Slow songs and me are...

Like whisky in milk?

Uh, that drink's
called the Cowboy.

Oh, it is?

Who drinks Cowboys?

Old-timers mostly.

Guys like Floyd over there?

Yeah.

Poor Floyd has a hard time
keeping his cowboys in line.

You can't just come up here.

Come on, come on, okay?

You can't abandon me. You...

- You can't ignore me
- Floyd just cool out.

- ...this...
- Look.

this boy!

Floyd, will you just
god damn sit down!

Floyd, you're drunk.

Just sit your butt
down and shut up.

Sit down. Sit down.

Floyd, just

Whoa, you're getting your
money's worth tonight, folks!

Let's do something
a little quicker.

1, 2 a 1, 2, 3, 4

Go on.

Go help Gid out.

Give me a call some time.

It's 5, this is a 9

It tickles?

Yeah.

- Call me.
- Okay.

Good-bye.

Hey, Floyd!

Floyd you in here?

No?

Floyd?

Mr. Studebaker?

Hey!

They're worried about ya.

You kind of ran off back there.

Come on.

Oh, officer I didn't, I didn't
see how fast I was going.

Gid, send you after me?

You his errand boy?

I'm not Gid's anything.

It's football boys like you
what shrunk him down.

When I met him, he was tiny.

Only yay-big.

He's been getting
back to full size.

But he still got
inside troubles.

I don't, I don't know
what you're talking about.

He likes to think
he looks after me,

but it's the other way around.

Rank strangers,
Albert E. Brumley, 1954.

That's a good song.

Yeah.

Will you take me
to my Maybelle.

She's parked up here a ways.

Oh. Oh.

Maybelle's your car?

Maybelle's my everything.

The hardest part is
trying to stay clean.

Folks stare when
I change clothes.

Free show

I'm just trying to square
things a-okay with the lord.

That sounds like a good plan.

Will you stick me?

Mister.

Please?

I can't do me, myself.

Yeah, okay, sure.

Aim away from the blood.

Shoot, give me a heart attack.

Blood you say?

That's easy.

Will Jesus wash he bloodstains
from your hands, remember?

Oh, of course I remember.

Crazy monkey.

Hazel Dickens, 1964.

Go on, Roy.

Just ease her on in.

Floyd,

you are your own worst enemy.

Why are you doing
this to yourself?

My weakness is
stronger than I am.

Sorry to drag you
away from your gal.

That's okay.

I got her number.

Yeah, good for you.

Right here.

No, you didn't.

Damn it!

Ain't that just kiss my ass?

I lost my gig,

you lost your girl.

You can still make
a mark on the night.

You know, my dad used
to do this all the time?

He used to tell me stories
about riding freights and

going out to
Canada, each spring,

or, out to Wenatchee
for apple harvest.

Lord knows I know that circuit.

- Yeah?
- Yes.

He said it's how he first
came to Blue Springs.

He just sort of, just got off to
stretch his legs and never left.

You know, maybe
he wasn't trying

to kill himself.

Maybe, he was just

leaving.

Just trying to go
back the way he came.

Just

Just judged the timing wrong.

Yeah.

Only Hanks I know
live in the jukebox.

Well you got, Hank
Williams, of course.

And, uh, Hank Thompson

F 1 and F 2, and

Hank Snow

E

3

I mean he's the-he's
the ultimate ranger.

Do you know him?

Oh, gosh.

I'll make you a deal.

You tell me what
the problem is,

and I'll tell you
how to fix it.

I guess the only thing
you could do is lie to me.

You could

tell me a story.

that you

are not from here.

Okay.

And um,

and you're gonna
take me far, far away.

I'm not from around here.

And, uh

my truck's parked out back.

And I think I got enough
gas to get us to Moose Jaw.

Oh, that boy.

Have you boys seen
your coach today?

That's it, forfeit, red!

Forfeit, red!

Victory lap, gentlemen.

Yeah, you better
run you chicken shits!

Smear the queer-
smear the queer!

Cannonball comin' at you.

You, lovebirds, get a room.

Hey, hey, hey, Bison!

Give it up, ya'll!

Bison, more like Buffalo chips.

Yeah.

Paper, Blue Springs
gazette! Get your paper.

Paper, Blue Springs gazette!

Yeah.

Tomorrow's news is tonight.

I'm gonna go see a
man about a horse.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, paper, paper!

Look at this
tomorrow's new tonight.

Bison win divisionals.

That's right.

Give me the damn paper.

What's the idea?

Hi, Gid.

Yeah, hey!

You gettin' all
hoity-toity on me?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about you god damn

supposed to pick me
up, before the game!

Yeah.

Okay, I'm sorry.

I wanted to talk to
you about that, I just

I was running late
and my-my rig she.

Oh.

You a liar, Roy?

You connin' old Gid?

Okay.

I don't know what I
was, I was with Skyla.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no,
girls got no truck with me.

You and me, we had a deal.

Yeah, Gid, but,

I'm your quarterback,
not your taxi.

You cost us that game.

And that game cost me plenty.

And I'm really sorry.

It won't happen
again, I promise.

Okay?

I'm gonna get back.

What?

You're having yourself
quite a time, right?

Yeah.

I guess you could say that.

Say it. I can smell it.

Yeah.

You got the thirst,
and soon it's got you.

I've seen it happen to my mama.

And I seen it happen to Floyd.

And there won't be no one
what's a stranger to you.

And there won't be no one
who can trust you, either!

Cause you are
poisoned in your gut!

And you're
poisoned in your liver,

and you're poisoned
in your heart.

And you're poisoned
in your brain.

Hell, Gid. It's a couple
of beers, that's all.

Come here. Wait.

Gid's got something
he wants to show you.

Here.

Gid, what the fuck?

No wait a minute,
Roy. God damn it.

Roy, just, would you
just quit squirming!

What?!

Look, I just wanted
to show you my scar.

There!

Now, ain't it a beaut', huh?

Yeah, I was born
with a large heart.

Rittled up veins.

Yeah, my mama, she pickled me.

She pickled me up good, when I
was still a pup, up inside her.

And there's a
few beers for you.

Now, what about you, huh, Roy?

You committed?

Are you trustworthy, Roy?

Yes.

It's not possible to live in
this world without trust, Roy.

Okay.

Excuse me.

Mr. Ferguson,
can I get a paper?

- What?
- Can I get a paper?

A paper,

yep.

Yo, Chutney!

You see the game tonight?

No when we won.

It was a bitch though man
we lost Devo and Tulliver.

It's too bad. It's
a rough game.

I'm telling you there's a
spot on the team for you.

For divisionals.

I mean, it's not
backfield, but it's varsity.

I've something better going on.

Hey, come on, Roy.

We need you.

No, thank you.

Nothing personal.

You'd rather play for him?

Oh, I think it's
very personal, Roy.

Russ, don't.

You hear that, boys?

Chutney, here, would
rather play for his fuck buddy.

What's the name
of your team again?

Was it
the blow jobbers, huh?

Pole smokers, wasn't it?

Uh-huh, no, not
this time chief.

Fuck off!

Leave him alone,
fuckin' asshole!

Come on!

Roy! Come on!

Get my boys
outta! I said, get out!

You stay out of this, Gid.

This isn't your
concern anymore!

Get out of here.

Go.
Oh, I'm sorry.

Are you okay?

Kiss it better.

Women get all
wet, for a black eye!

- Yeah?
- Yep.

You bet your ass that

Skyla's got some wild in her.

Is she your girl, Roy?

I don't know.

I can't really tell ya.

Ohhhh. You can tell old Gid.

You got ya some, didn't ya?

Oh yeah.

You got you some,
sweet gherkin.

Yeah, some pop tart.

What happened to
that paw of yours?

I didn't see you
land no punches.

Oh, yeah and why's that, Gid?

Huh? Hey!

That was my fight!

I didn't need you to butt in.

No? What's this?

I was just looking
out for the team.

Fine.

But, I can take care
of myself, all right?

Oh, sure you can bub.

Yeah, guess I'm just a
mother hen, sometimes.

Come upstairs we're gonna
retape this before the game.

But we gotta, um, meet Tracy.

Well, it won't
take but a jiffy.

Yeah, sorry things ain't balmy.

Didn't think it'd get
this cold, this early.

Cold, it

It don't bother me much but

well, Floyd he don't
got the skin for it.

Oh, hell,

I got manners enough
to fed grits to a grizzly.

You, uh, you

want some mud?

Some what?

Some hot pip before the game?

Sure, yeah.

Hey, Hank Snow.

Yeah, what?

Oh! Those are my chums, Roy.

What all I come home to.

Yeah, a song you love
will never let you down.

Okay.

Let's see about
that hand, come on.

Sit down over here.

So, tell me.

Two Dogs, how do you figure?

He had nine
stitches, in his neck.

Russ had on his class ring.

Yeah , Russ,

that punk's crying to mama now.

Put the fear of Gid into him!

Just shake it off.

Hey, I know

what Russ said about you,
the way what he called you.

That's not the first
time I've heard that.

Well, listen, Chutney,

get this clear.

I ain't a man who
wants other men.

I just like being around men,

in their company.

It's what I know.

It's all I've ever known.

But you go for women, right?

Just 'cause, just 'cause
Tracy and all them think

Well, let them think it!

You and me, we know better ?

- Huh?
- Yeah.

Would you have come here, if

if you thought that?

Why did you come here, Roy?

Well, 'cause we gotta
game, remember?

We got a game, 'member!

Listen.

You don't trust me.

And you never will,

Unless I give
you my trust first.

So, I'm giving you it.

Just don't let me down!

Again.

I won't.

Thank you.

Well, the only truth is

I've never been with a woman

that I ain't paid
straight up for her.

And whores don't count.

Now do they?

Oh I'm a man.

But

I ain't never been

kissed.

I ain't ever been with nobody.

Oh, Russ, he thinks he knows
something about being a man.

He doesn't!

No child knows what a man is.

No child can say a
damn thing about me.

No child, no man
has that right.

Do you think Tracy will
know that we're up here?

Roy,

you know much
about roughnecking?

Roughnecking?

Ever know anybody
that worked the oil fields?

You know the hits I took?

You know the miles, the, uh,

the hours, the
hours of my life?

Tell me something, you
remember-you remember what, uh,

that first, uh,

that first, uh, good hit.

First good stick, come here!

What are you talking
about? About this!

What'd that feel like, bud?

It wakes you up!

Hell yes, it wakes you up!

Good morning!

Gets you all fired up, eh?

- Feels good!
- Yeah.

It puts blood in mouth!

It puts blood in your mouth.

That's right!

It tastes good, don't it?

Sure it do.

In my life,

I can't put it back
the way it was.

Mingus, Marathon,
and whore in Odessa.

Odessa, god damn,
Odessa was the worst.

Moxy Ferguson, have
you ever heard of her?

My mother.

Yep, my old lady.

She's a crooner.

Couple of her
records around here.

She put me in an
orphanage, Roy.

She was a god damn tramp!

Alcohol ruined her!

And something else,
I don't know what it was.

Something,

something,

money,

maybe,

pride, I won't
know what it was,

ruined your father.

But you, Roy,

you aren't ruined.

You can hold on to that
taste, that blood in your mouth.

You can use it,
to hit back, Roy.

You can hit back.

Hit back harder!

That's the way you do it, Roy!

You hit back, harder,
Roy like that. You see that!

Hit back harder! Like that!

That's how you do it!

All right?

You're gonna

You're gonna hear

some stories

about me.

Stories about a boy

who had got killed.

Only he didn't get killed.

He died.

He just died.

He's still with me. He's

Where's your father, Roy?

He's dead, Gid.

Yeah, well sure he
is but, where is he?

He's dead, Gid, burried.

No, he's here, Roy.

He's your fear.

Now you can use that fear, Roy.

Or you can let
it eat your heart.

You comprende amigo?

Yeah, okay.

Then, prove it.

You prove it.
Come on.

Get by me.

I don't wanna do this, Gid.

Come on! Get by me!

- Gid, I don't wanna do this.
- I'll stick you.

No, no, no, no, I'll stick ya.

This is stupid.

It is not stupid!

Come on, use your fear now!

Oh, you want it?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay, shake yourself
loose. Come on.

Hut, hut, hut, hut!

No, now don't throw your
legs out like a little girl!

Use your hips, Roy!

Use your hips!
Now is that it ?

- Is that your best go?
- Yep.

You win, okay?

Okay.

No, no, no.

You can let me go now.

Why did they kill
my, my beautiful boy?

Will you stop
touching me, please?

Please, get off of me!

Just get the fuck, off of me!

Damn it!

What I just

Oh, Jesus, I don't

I didn't mean
nothing by it! I just,

I just thought maybe
you wanted someone to

to hold you.

Oh I don't know what
God did to me. I just

hold, see

What's that?

Roy, come on.

Okay?

What you're afraid of ?

'fraid of a little
rough housing?

Men do that, you know?

Athletes!

Yes they do. They
hug each other!

And they hi-five!

You know! They slap asses.

- It's different Gid!
- No!

It's different and
you know it is!

No, it ain't different!

- And you know it is!
- It ain't different! Roy!

Roy, if you just trusted me!

If you trusted me, Roy!

- Hey.
- If you just...

What's going on in here?

A little game of
wild hared grab ass.

Up yours, Two Dogs.

You're fuckin' late,
you fuckin' drive.

Roy.

Oh, it's okay, Two
Dogs. It's okay.

I'm sorry.

This place has
seen better days.

No, it hasn't.

How would you know?

Duh Chutney,

I grew up here.

Let's go Trace.

Oh, come on, let's
get this game going.

Hey, fellas, you know
what, this ain't Texas.

All right, all right,
come in here.

Come in here. All right.

Clean slate now.

Uh, forget it ever happened.

So, uh, I'm uh,
I'm soft on you.

You're soft on them.

Our new games, gonna
be, uh, smash mouth.

Anvil formation, you drive
a fish down their throat!

Two Dogs, you with us?

100%, rock and roll!

They're too proud.

Keep them in the hole,

they'll give up.

Fuck with their heads,

and you'll fuck
with their hearts.

All right.

Go for their heart.

Go for their heart,
let's have some pride.

Let's have some pride!

- Let's have some pride!
- You got that renegade pride?

Yes, woo!

You got that renegade
pride! Good god, yes, woo!

When I say renegade
you say pride!

Renegade! Pride!
Renegade! Pride !

When I say renegade
you say pride!

Renegade! Pride!
Renegade! Pride!

You got that renegade
pride! Good god, yes, woo!

When I say renegade
you say pride!

Renegade! Pride!
Renegade! Pride !

Renegade! Pride!
Renegade! Pride !

Renegade,
renegade! Pride! Pride!

Yes!

No you can't take
nothing away from my boy.

No you can't put a
shadow on his side.

Oh, that's right!
A barrel of laughs!

Barrel of monkeys!

Yeah, well my boys might
get awful proud tonight!

So awful god damn happy!

Your dinner's on me!

Get out here,
when you're ready!

Good game fellas.

Hey. Tracy

good war cuz.

You know, you should
stay here tonight.

Tell us your tales of
living among the napequans.

Don't. Don't make me
drive home alone with him.

Why? Afraid he
might try to get lucky?

Oh, very funny, fuck you.

No.

It's just he's different,
when you're alone with him.

He's just like uh uh

He's so vulnerable and stuff.

I just don't really feel like
hearing his life story again,

okay?

All right.

Thanks, Waylin,
no I can't do it.

I gotta chauffeur that
old, funny boy on home.

Weiner boy, you mean.

Yeah.

- Weiner, boy?
- Why you guys call him that?

Uh We caught him
lookin' at our wieners.

Let's go!

Get in.

Get your ass in gear, let's go.

It's a long ride home,
Gid. You'll freeze.

Get your ass in gear boy.

It's okay.

It's so embarrassing.

It's not embarrassing.

It's sexy to me.

Hold still, okay?

Hey?

Are you still here?

What?

I want some pancakes.

What?

Careful. Make
sure it's still on.

God, I hate these things.

Woah

Can you shut the door, please?

Why?

It's really intimate. I don't
think I know you that well.

You know me well
enough to fuck me,

but not enough to watch me pee?

Sorry, I just...

Haven't spent much time
around women, that's all.

Well, that's for sure.

What is that supposed to mean?

It means I'm frustrated, Roy.

Well, look it, I know I
was fast, but we can try.

No, Roy, no, I'm not
frustrated with sex, okay?

I'm just

I'm just frustrated with boys
who think sex isn't intimate.

And how many boys is that?

You know, Roy,

I think I liked you better when
I thought you were someone else.

Who'd you think I was?

Someone a little older.

Well, I'm working on
that, as fast as I can.

You can't

Don't rush it, Roy.

I mean I would love to
see who you grow into,

but I'm just afraid he's
turning into out to be someone

I'd hate myself
for falling for.

You know, someone hard,
someone who acts all cocksure.

I don't even know
what that means.

What are you saying?

Are you saying that what we
just did didn't even feel good?

I felt good, Roy.
It's just it didn't

It didn't feel right.

I suppose it
felt right with, uh

what's his bucket?

Zander.

And yes,

yes it did.

It must of.

I can't take
another winter here.

I think you should go.

What can I get you, hon?

Double cyder red eye.

Isn't, Skyla supposed
to work this shift?

Not this shift or any shift.

What?

Listen kid, what she means is,

she bought a bus
ticket from me,

for Seattle, for tomorrow.

Hey Floyd, come on!

Hurry up, Roy!

Lem says we can
clear 300 bucks easy.

Are you sure we're
not gonna get caught?

Sure, I'm sure.

Come on, now three
at a time weak tit.

Come on, come on, come on,
some time today would be good.

Chutney, get your
head outta your ass.

Come on, baby.

Come on, bab.

Come on, girl. You
can do it, come on.

Yeah.

All right.

I'm gonna find you a
room at the mission.

You outta straighten
things on up.

Straighten up and fly right,
Nat King Cole trio, 1949.

That's right.

Sleep tight.

Ever since we
played up in hardview,

I've been thinking and, uh,

it's not worth it.

Tracy,

You and I are
supposed to be together.

Yeah, hey!

You can't just quit on me.

You know quit, leave,
what the fuck ever.

The team really needs you.

I need you.

Look, I've out grown this
little six-man scrub league.

What?

Yeah, then there's that
whole thing with you and Gid.

What thing?

You know how Gid's always,
creaming his shorts over us?

Gid's weird man.

Yeah.

Okay.

But, he's harmless.
He's just all

He's just all bruised
up inside, you know?

Lem says Gid's dangerous.

You know, he got some
kid killed up in Hishem.

Lem doesn't know a
jack shit about jack shit!

Yeah, he knows
about you cozying up

in those freight cars with Gid.

Man, I can explain that.

I don't even wanna hear it man.

Shut your pie hole!

Let's get these god
damn, trees outta here!

Like father, like son.

Look,
I told you

Lem's not my father.

Least I can trust not to bend
me over some of the fuck ass.

No, but you can trust him to
give you your nightly smack down

No wonder you
quitting you coward.

You don't know a damn
thing about my life! Napequan!

Get up, Roy!

You, kids hold it right there!

God damn snowplow!

Damn!

Francis?

It's, Roy, ma.

Roy?

You get home,
right this minute.

I can't.

You're not going
to believe this.

I don't wanna hear about it!

Zumack, well she's gone.

She got out where you
jerry-rigged that corral!

And Francis, is so mad, he
he won't even speak to me!

He-he left. He just

He just up and left.

My pregnant horse is somewhere
up there in that blizzard. And

And now god! God
damn you Roy Chutney,

you get on home!

Hi. It's Skyla, leave me a
message. I'll call you back.

Sky, it's me, pick
up the phone.

Would you pick up the phone?

Damn it!

Sky, I know you're there.
Would you pick up the phone?

I really need to talk.

Go grab your mother.

Taking those trees
to Pocatello tonight.

No, fuck that noise.

I'm going to see about, Roy.

You go down there, and they'll
throw your stupid ass in jail!

And then they'll come after me.

Yeah, I hope to
hell they would!

Tracy, stop it.

Let him be.

Let him go!

Tracy, Tracy please baby!

Lem! Lemmy.

What?
Lemmy?

Just go!

Are you his father
or his guardian?

I ain't exactly his mother.

Uh, he's my coach, madam.

Open two.

Thank you, Gid.

I'll pay you back, I promise.

Okay Roy.

Me and Floyd were hoping to

go up to Georgetown lake. Catch
us some fish before the game.

You'll drive us up there,

and we'll call
things even-steven.

Sure.

- Yeah?
- Yeah. It's a deal.

Hey, Floyd!

Hey.

Floyd!

You monkey, wake up.

We got us a fishing partner!

Sleeping beauty, wake up!

Come on, Floyd, wake up!

Floyd, gee.

Go get us a hot meal.

Hey!

Gid!

- What?
- I don't think he is

Oh, no, no, no, look
out, look out, look out.

Floyd come on!

Come on!

Is he breathing?

Okay, I got him.

Is he breathing?

Oh, just breathe.

Oh, Floyd.

Oh, Floyd.

Stupid.

Oh, Floyd don't go.

Good morning,

Saint Regis,
Cordinlaine, Kellogg,

Spokane, Walla Walla.

All points west.
Let's go.

All points west.

- This for both of you?
- Yeah.

Yeah, okay.

All points west, huh?

Sounds optimistic.

Going anywhere in
particular, or you just going?

Island, it's supposed
to be beautiful.

You're not okay, are you?

Just lie to me because I

Tell me you're not going far.

Tell me you're gonna come back.

I did lie to you.

In a way, I guess.

I was home last night,
when you called me.

I'm sorry. I'm

not much help to you, am I?

You're such a
help, that I want.

I'm gonna go.

I know.

Mom are you alone?

Mom are you okay?

Oh Floyd!

That's what Floyd He

He caught a 11 pound
squaw fish out here.

I'm hardly strong
enough to reel her in.

Christ, he was so happy.

Didn't have the heart to tell
him squaw fish is trash fish.

No, it's no good for eating.

Oh, it's all

All grease and
bones, that's all.

Are you a wayfaring, Floyd?

Oh, yeah, Gid.

Wayfaring pilgrim,
Almeda Riddle, 1932.

Are you drifting, Floyd?

Not drifting too far from
the shore [Bill Monroe].

Where are you going?

I'm going back to Jericho [Doc
Watson and Clarence Ashley].

Thank you.

Here.

Hey why don't you
have some of this.

- No.
- Come on, come on, come on.

Roy, you still
don't trust me son.

After all of everything.

I think it's time you
told me about Hishem.

Hishem?

Yep.

The boy in the
picture on your wall.

What happened to him?

Oh, Roy, he's just

He's just some
scrawny, toe-headed

kid.

Come on. Look at this.

Tackle packed.
We got a big game.

Gid, Gid!

Don't lie to me.

All right.

His name's Jody.

He was a real sweet fullback.

Yeah, he looked me
straight in the eye,

just like you.

He had wide shoulders

and softest hands.

I ain't ever known

natural grace
myself with that boy

Well, he'd catch that ball

with half the field.

We had a team picnic,

up on, uh, Kicking Horse lake.

And we were out
on this old boat.

Way out there.

The water was calm

And this shittin' boat,

it sunk.

It just sunk.

My rough boy

My boy,

My beautiful boy

he,

he kept hold of the boat.

He went

down with it.

I reached down after him.

I should have kept going.

I should have just died,

trying to save that boy.

Then you'd both be dead, Gid.

Well.

It's be better than, uh,

living with him gone.

If he hadn't died,
he'd still have left ya.

What were you doing with him?

What were you doing with him,
out there on that boat, Gid ?

What was I doing?

We were boating, Roy.

Roy, we were on a damn
boat, across the damn lake.

How 'bout that? Is that so bad?

It wasn't so good
for Jody, was it?

Don't you understand?

You remind me of him.

You're both alike.

Spring water is

something better than

what it moves through.

Well, I'm not him!

And he's not me!

And he should have
learned to swim,

he should have known that much!

And so should you!

Let's get outta here.

I'm freezing my ass off.

Go!

Set!

Hike!

Oh, Roy.

What the hell you thinkin' huh?

Throwin' a widow maker
out there, where's you head?

My head's just about
ripped off out there.

Without Tracy

Well, welcome to the world!
Get the hell back out there!

And stop your whining!

Stick 'em good, saw 'em off!

Hey! You get yours
you little, puke!

Come on!

Let's go! I want it! I want it!

You little punk!

Oh, lord.

These poor

pissants.

They ain't so tough.

We gotta break them down.

Kill them.

They'll slaughter rules us.

In Texas, they'll that

mercy rule.

Same thing, either way.

Yeah, hey !

Right!

Let's go with
twin sweep, right!

Who's calling the place?

Well, call them then.

Pitch after pass.

Yeah, but don't
give it up too late.

Or, you're one to talk.

I'm here ! Ain't I?

Yeah, hey!

Yeah, hey!

All right.

Twin sweep right on
one, on one. Ready?

Break.

Whoa, all right!

Go, Tracy!

Good job, buddy, good job.

That's it. That's it!
Don't get hurt, give hurt.

Keep giving Two Dogs the ball.

They won't know what from what!

What the hell is
Tracy doing, man?

Counting coo.

That's it. Just break
yourself where you are.

All right, big daddy!

Are you okay?

My neck.

Hey! Get an
ambulance over here!

Okay, all right, easy bud.

Take it easy, all right?

Don't move, okay ?

Get over here!

One, two, three!

What they say, Gid?

Oh, well they said that Trace
took a bad shot to the neck.

And they said strong
kid can survive it.

Tracy's strong as they come.

Sure took it like a man.

Oh, it got so god dang, dark.

They a hack away from
the slaughter rule, anyways.

How 'bout we just, uh,

well we call it a night,
huh? We just all go on home,

and get warm huh?

Hey.

Those fuckers, took
Tracy out on purpose.

It wasn't on
purpose. It's football.

And so what? We
should lay down and die?

No, I don't want
anybody else getting hurt.

But we don't get hurt.

We give hurt. 'member?

No, not tonight we don't. We
ain't go the man power for it.

Yes, we do.

If we stop playing
like children,

and we start playing
like men, we do.

Easy champer,
look we did our best.

There ain't no
shame in getting beat.

What ever happened
to hit back harder?

No, no it doesn't
always work that way.

Yes, it does, work that way!

Cannon ball, coming at you.

Cannon ball! Cannon
ball! Comin' at you!

Roy. Roy.

You got that Renegade
pride? Yes, woo!

You got hat renegade
pride? Good god, yes!

Roy!

When I say renegade
you say pride.

Renegade, pride!
Renegade, pride!

When I say renegade,
you say pride.

- Renegade, pride!
- Come on! Get him outta here!

You see?

It works that way!

Unless you're a coward?

Men know when to walk away.
Just quit acting like a punk.

You're the punk, Gid.

I've seen you cry.

I know what you are.

Oh.

What's that you said to Gid?

I said you're a coward.

Little pussy!

Now, is that what
you think of Gid?

That's what I think of you.

I bet you was
better than that, Roy.

I thought,

me and you

had some trust.

I can see right
through you, Roy.

You ain't tough.

I'll show you tough.

Everyone knows

that you're a sugar tit!

You see!

There's bastards enough
in this world, Roy. Bastards

and they'll shit all over
a mama's boy like you.

You gotta show 'em Roy!

- Gid!
- I trusted you.

I trusted you, Roy!

Show me you have the balls
to get fucked in this life.

Show me, Roy!

That's it.

That's it, Roy.

Help me up.

Oh, it's okay.

It's okay, oh I'm sorry.

You are sorry.

You're a sorry-ass queer.

And I'm sick of it.

- Did you hear that?
- Roy.

He's a sorry-ass queer!
And I'm sick of his bullshit!

Roy, don't quit on me.

Roy, don't leave me
out here all alone.

Fuckin' pathetic!

Don't leave me alone.

Roy.

Don't leave me here.

Roy.

Roy.

Roy.

Don't!

- What?
- Fuckin' touch me.

I won't touch you.
I won't touch ya.

No, I won't hurt ya.

Gid ain't never
hurt nobody, okay?

This
Roy

This ain't you.

You ain't hard.
Roy.

Roy. I

I know you're
joshing old Gid, huh?

You see, I'm laughing.
Roy, I'm laughing.

You see this. I'm laughing.

I thought we had
us a deal, Roy!

Roy!

I thought we had a deal!

I'm sorry.

My dad used to
call me his little king.

Dad wasn't trying
to leave, was he?

He wasn't trying
to hop that freight.

No.

He was just

ending.

But, a king wouldn't leave.

Would he?

Gid!

Gid!

Everything breaks down.

Gid!

Everything gets against to me.

Gid.

Gid.

Hey!
Gid.

Get up!
Come on!

Get up!

Get up!

Gid?

Gid?

Is that you, Studebaker?

No, no, no. It's me. Roy.

My old buddy.

You came back for old, Gid.

But why?

Why?

I know.

I know, I did.

Come on.

Okay.

Here we go.

Here we go.

That's it.

Yeah, hey?

Yeah, hey!

My boy.

My friend, Roy.