Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2015 (typewriter clacking) (insects buzzing, birds chirping) (gun cocks) (gunshot, deer thuds) (deer panting heavily) Norm. What are you doing, man? Geez. (gunshot) (birds screeching, wings fluttering) ("Goin' Down" by the Monkees playing) # Sock it to me # # Floating in the river with a saturated liver and I wish I could forgive her # # But I do believe she meant it when she told me to forget it # # And I bet she will regret it when they find me in the morning wet and drowned # # And the word gets round # # Ba, ba # # Goin' down # # I'm goin' down # # Coming up for air, it's pretty stuffy under there # # I'd like to say I didn't care, but I forgot to leave a note # # And it's so hard to stay afloat. I'm soaking wet without a boat # - # And I knew I should have # -Whoo! Ow! -Thank you. - # It's front page news # -(woman laughs) # Goin' down # # I'm goin' down # That stuff is warm. (laughs) Home, sweet home. Blackwater, Mississippi. It's pronounced "Backwater," Mississippi. -(laughs) -Show a little respect for the cradle of your youth. # I wish I had another drink, it wouldn't be so hard to sink # # I should've taken time to think. Besides, I got the picture straight # # She must've had another date... # (train whistle blows) # Don't want no more # # Goin' down # # I'm goin' down # # Now I see the life I led, I slept it all away in bed # (dogs barking) WOMAN: Get back inside! # I'd like to get my tummy pumped. I can't believe they drink this stuff in town # -(players whooping) -Hey, baby! -Ow! -Yeah! Play some ball? (laughter) # Goin' down # I'm goin' down. ## -(laughs) -You're in good shape for a little lady. -I have to say that. -I know. Fucking coach, man. At least he's consistent. I think he, I think he's hit his, uh, 12-drink minimum. Damn! This is, like, the place, huh? More than just the place. It's where the problems of the world are solved. -Problems of the world? -Mm. The Blackwater world. You've got, um... (chuckles) got a chili moustache going on there. -Really? Hmm. -Mm. Mm-hmm. Don't touch it. -(laughs): It's... -Keeping it. Little cream puff over here. What's his deal? WAITRESS: I don't know. He seems nice enough. You know, if you want to be a real local, honey... -What the hell is that? -Fried pickly. -Fried pickle? -Come on, baby. -No. No. Are you kidding? -It's good. It really is. -This is disgusting. -Just give it a chance. MAN: Not with a cold beer it ain't. Hello, Amy Cakes. Hello, Charlie. You're looking all right for yourself. Ain't changed much. Not as much as I'd have thought. This is my husband David. Charlie. Venner. Hi. David Sumner. Yeah. I put in a bid for me and my crew -to rebuild that roof of yours. -Oh, yeah. Oh. That's right. Venner. That's right. Don't like to profit off a tragedy, but we went up to your place after the hurricane, just to see. The barn got busted up pretty bad. Yeah. Think we can have it up for you in three weeks or so. DAVID: Three weeks? That's great. Terrific. Rumour is you're a movie director or something. Ah, I'm... (chuckles) David's a writer. She means I work for a living. Well, let's hear it for the working class. David's writing a film about Stalingrad in 1944. -'43. -'43. Close. You know, it was the biggest battle -of World War II. -Mm, really? -Hey, y'all. Crazy today. Sorry. (chuckles) Okay, uh, let's see. -$15.50. -Bet you can't get two burgers and two Cokes for $15.50 in L.A. That's a bet you'd win. (chuckles) There you go. Oh, um, cash only. -Cash? -Yeah. You know, that stuff poor people use for money. Keep the change. Oh, thanks. Hey, Amy, um, my Elizabeth would love to come by and get a picture with you. -Sure. Absolutely. -I mean, if that's okay. -How's she doing? -Thank-- Oh, God. -She's 16-- that's how she's doing. -Oh! -I can't believe... -I know. It's the craziest thing. I'll see y'all later. You know, that looks pretty good. I'm gonna get a beer before we go. Can I get you another one? -No, thank you, sir. -You sure? Yep. Hey, listen, can you start tomorrow? -First thing. -All right, let's do it. What the hell. You're a friend of Amy's. Beautiful. -Great. -Okay. I'm gonna... Appreciate that, sir. Thank you. Now, that's a nice catch, Amy Cakes. He's a good man. Hmm. Do you mind? Help yourself. I love the new accent, Ames. It's for work. Well, I bet. And that is why you suck. MAN: Eh, shut up. COACH: Here we go now. I swear to God, he beats me every time I do this, but not-- Oh, goddamn it! (laughter, cheering) I'm sorry about your daddy. I heard it was a real nice service up there at Arlington. -It was. Thank you. -Yeah? Call that some Southern hospitality, huh? Come on, Charlie, come on. They don't have shoelaces in Los Angeles? What...? Oh. Uh, right. No, they make 'em that way. Why? So I saw you on that show with the, uh... the... -What's it called? -Perfect Crime. -Perfect Crime. -Mm-hmm. It was, it was good. I liked it. -(dog barking) -WAITRESS: No, no, no. Jeremy, now, no. You get out with that dog. -Oh, get out of here! -Oh, Coach, I got it. -I got it. -No, I'm saying. -Get out of here with that dog! -Scat. -Scat with that dog. -I'd like some lunch. Well, I'll bring you something outside. -Get out! -Get on out with that dog. They were supposed to put Jeremy Niles away a long time ago. Yeah, we take care of our own here. Remember when I took care of you? But you didn't. Did you? WAITRESS: Waiting on my burger. COACH: I was fixin' to marry you, until I saw what a fuckin' Razorback you are. You're the new husband, huh? The proud new husband. What do you got on tap? Budweiser. I'll have a Bud Light then. No, I said Bud, fully loaded. Uh, that'll be fine. I think I'd like another, Blackie. With a Jack back. Yeah, well, why-why don't we hold off there, Coach, huh? -You've had enough. -What are you doing? -Fuck you doing?! -I'm gonna do like that, you're gonna -get me in license trouble again. -I'm not gonna do shit! Give me the fucking drink! Goddamn it! What are you doing? You think I'm some kind of child? (Coach screams) Goddamn it, Tom! Fuck off! Excuse me one second. COACH: Fuck you! What's wrong with you?! Now, goddamn you, look what happened! CHARLIE: Coach, Coach, let's go over to practice, give those kids some shit. -Go home, Coach. -How 'bout that, Coach? Sorry about that, Blackie. (chuckles) I'll pay for the glass. Yeah. And I'll pay for our new neighbour's drink. Oh, no, you-you don't have to... No, I-I'll pay... for your drink, sir. But, Blackie, I want another beer. And a Jack fuckin' back! BLACKIE: I don't think so. -How about fuckin' now?! -Get the hell out of here! -You want me to get out?! -Will you walk away?! Want to walk away? Come on, pussy! -Come on, hero. -Go on, have it. -Make yourself a drink. -Come on, you fuckin' pussy! Draw you a beer and choke on it, for all I care. -Attaboy, Coach! -Huh? -Nice. -Goddamn! Thank you for the invite. MAN: Pour me one, Coach. -Attaboy, Coach. -Thank you. Hey! Coach, that's enough. Pay for your drink and go on home. All right, Sheriff. Sounds good. Coach. All right. (sniffs) Not drunk. Not... drunk. Oh. My drink... and his. Yeah! (chuckles) I'll see you later, boys. -Bye. -You all right, Blackie? - MAN: See you, Coach. (sighs) Almost got knifed. Is that what you meant by one of "the problems of the world"? It's Coach Hadden. Not the prettiest picture. You know, it's fine. We'll just chalk it up to one of Blackwater's... (chuckles) charming eccentricities. What a way with words. You should try writing for a living. Hey, hey! Guy! -What are you doing? Get... -Oh, hold on, hold on, babe. It's okay. It's all right. DAVID: What is this? (train whistle blows in distance) Hello, Jeremy. Hello, Amy. How are you? I'm driving. I see that. You're doing a very good job. Mind if I drive for a while? What do you say? MAN: Jeremy, come on, buddy. Let's go home. -To get lunch? -Yeah, yeah. We're gonna go get some-some lunch. (chuckles) -Sorry. -That's... -Welcome back, Amy. -Thank you. -You look terrific. -Thanks, Daniel. And, uh, we-we loved your TV show. -Come on. -Thank you. You know what? I'm gonna drive. # My love goes a-tumbling down # You leave me # Hey, so that guy... What guy? You know... the Amy Cakes guy. Oh. Charlie, our new contractor. -I saw your picture with him. -Charlie. You used to see him, right? (chuckles): Right? Couple of times. -Couple of times? -Mm. Just a couple of times? (tyres screech) Well... (engine stops) They may have been memorable. (chuckles): Okay. Are you jealous? Hey, who ended up with the girl in the end? That would be you, Mr. Sumner. What are you doing? (laughs): Okay. -(laughs) -Okay, wait. -(laughs): Just get off me. -Why? You're crazy. -You're nuts. -(chuckles) (singsong): That's what they say. (engine starts) What do you think? It's beautiful. There's a lot of history here. (chuckles) That's putting it mildly. (chuckles) Come on, catch up! AMY: It's worse than I thought. DAVID: Don't worry about it. We're gonna fix it up. Fix it up, make it better than it was before. I hope so. Is that your father's car? AMY: Yeah. How much are we getting from FEMA, like eight K? 8.2 K. That's just a bit more than Charlie bid. Give him the balance. (laughs) -Why? -Why? Help out your friends. Baby, Charlie and the boys don't need help, they need work. You can spend the rest on your adoring wife. I want to see the-the rest of the house. Show me. Come on. You okay? Yeah. Flutie! (kisses) ("Hey Good Lookin'" playing over stereo) # Hey, good lookin' - # What you got cookin'? -(turns up volume) Found my parents' zydeco collection. Your parents were some pretty cool cats. (chuckles) Yeah. # With me (humming along) # I say, hey, sweet baby # All right. (music stops) Guess my classical music will have to do when I work. Hey, this room is amazing. I can't wait to work in here. (chuckles) Yeah. This is so great. AMY: You like it? Yes, I love it. It's amazing. Hello. I remember when my daddy got that deer. When he put up that trophy, we had this huge party, like he'd won the Super Bowl or something. Did he get him with that? That would be some kind of overkill. Did your father ever take you hunting? (chuckles): Oh, honey. You know a lot about a lot; you don't know shit about Southern daddies and their Southern daughters. (horn honking outside) I think the movers are here. AMY: I'm gonna get down to the store to get some groceries before it closes, you know. DAVID: Yeah, that's a good idea. Just want to change first. I'll take care of this. Actually, I'm gonna take my daddy's Olds-- more room. ("Fur Elise" playing) (door opens) (grunts) (typing, classical music continues) Hi. I found a way to get Khrushchev in on the action. I'm gonna make him a friend of Yuri's. Khrushchev was in Stalingrad? He was a hero in Stalingrad. I'll bet that was your daddy's chair. Every chair was my daddy's chair. I'm glad we came. Just worried it'll be too quiet for you. Quiet's what I want. I like quiet. Too boring. -I like boring. -(cat screeches) -Oh! -Jesus! Oh, Flutie, Flutie, Flutie. Oh. Hi, little boy. Isn't he, isn't he adorable? Yeah. A real sweetheart. Yeah, tell that to the mice. (saw buzzing) (men chattering outside) (rock music playing loudly, laughter) (hammering, whirring) AMY: It's too early. That's ridiculous. Put on some of that Tupac. Mm, you know I love this song. I am a sweet dancer, too. Charlie! Yeah? Could you... Hey, turn it down, turn it down. What's up, Mr. Sumner? I'm gonna-- I'm coming up. -Take it easy. -I got it. -Morning, sir. -How are you? Uh, pretty good. Oh, well, let me introduce you to the guys. Got Bic over there. -Howdy. -Hello. -Chris over here. -Howdy there, Mr. Sumner. -Nice meeting you. -Right there's Norman. How's it going? Well, it's kind of a bitch up here. Got to remove these purlins and put in some new ones. -Uh-huh. -We'll break the back of 20-penny nails. Okay, well, uh... I-I don't know what that means, but... (chuckles) ...but I'll trust you with it. Okay, so, uh, everything okay? Yeah, it's just, um... it's a little early, don't you think? Yeah, s-sorry about that. That's the way we do things around here. But you get used to it. Okay. Well, it's-it's just that you woke us up. Like I said, we're real sorry about that. Okay, well, m-maybe you can... Can you... come a little later, like, just an hour into the day from now on? Can that, can that happen? You're the boss, boss. All right. -Thank you, guys. -All right. -I got you. I got you. -I'm gonna go work. -You good? -Yeah, I got it. See you later, Mr. Sumner. -(grunts) -Oh! Whoa. -You good? -Yeah. -Careful there, Mr. Sumner. (hammering, power tools whirring) How you doing? Uh, good. -Thanks. -Could be colder, huh? I think there's something wrong with your fridge. I guess there's a whole bunch of kinks we're going to have to work out, huh? You writing or something? I heard that's what you do. Movies, right? That's right. You ever do horror films? Like that movie Saw? What you done I would've seen? Probably nothing. Maybe a bit of Amy's TV show? Did you catch that? Yeah, that was real good. -Real good. -Thank you. Not enough of Amy, though. I was well reminded of that. (chuckles) -AMY: Hey, Bic. -Hey. -How you doing? -Real good. Real good, yeah. -Good. -Hey, your... your fridge ain't cold enough, Ames. Really? It's probably old condenser coils. I can take a look at it later, if you want. Yeah, that'd be great. Right? That'd be good. -Yeah. -Okay. (chuckles) -All right. -Cool. It's real good to have you back. Aw. Thank you. For a bit. For a bit, anyway. See you. -AMY: Bye. -DAVID: Bye. (chuckling) (sighs) BIC (in distance): Hey, guys! More beer! (sighs) (chuckling) Do your friends do things like that a lot? Do what a lot? I mean, he just walked in here uninvited, grabbed a beer out of the fridge, sat down. "Hey, come on in." What, is that normal? Come on. We all trust each other here. We don't even lock our doors. That's one thing I do miss. If that's the way it is, that's the way it is. Well, it's your house now, honey. You know? If you don't like it, just say something. Hey, Charlie. Can I borrow you for a second? Bic. -So how's your work going? -Oh, it's going well. -Yeah? -Thanks. Yeah. Hey, uh, you guys already done for the day? Yeah. You bet. It's been a good day. We got a lot accomplished. It's not even noon. We're going hunting. Sorry. I thought I told you that. It's kind of a big deal around here. Oh. Do you mind? Is that okay if... DAVID: Well, I, uh... (chuckling): Yeah, I guess. I mean, if, uh... if you get the roof done... Oh, sure. No, it'll be done. ...you know, on time, in, uh, the agreed time. -Of course. -Okay. All right. Hey, oh, Charlie. Listen, um... I don't mind, uh, your guys helping themselves to some beers. Oh, thanks, by the way, for the beer. -Sure, yeah, it's no problem. -Appreciate that. But listen, uh, your guy, um-- is it Bic?-- well, he just walked right into the house and, you know... Oh, shit. Uh, is Bic giving you a reason not to trust him or something? (chuckles) No. You let me know if that happens, and I'll handle it. Okay. All right. Well, we better get going. All right, load it up, guys. -Thanks, guys. -(engine starting) -Mr. Sumner. -Yeah? (police scanner radio chatter in background) Do you want to come hunting with us? The whitetails really run -this time of year. -Hell, yeah. It'll be fun. Uh... no, thanks. -I-I got to work. -Can you turn down the scanner? -Okay. -Charlie nailed one the other day. Did he? -Yeah. -Well, it sounds great, but I-I really got to write. That's why we're here. I bet it wasn't Amy's idea to come live here. She had that bus schedule memorized about... freshman year or so. (chuckles) Well, if you ever want to come hunting with us, you just say the word. I might take you up on that. -You should. -All right. Have a good day, folks. All right. Go hunting with them? No, I'm just trying to show them a little respect. Bye! # Gimme three steps, mister # Gimme three steps towards the door (laughing, whooping) # Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister... -Hi. -Chris, do it already. -Make the shot already. -Wait. -What you got? -# For sure! # (laughing) Fuck! No, no, no, no, no! No, I just missed. (all shouting) I just missed. How much they gonna pay us? Them two look like they could afford to pay plenty. Plenty's what the fuck I need. They're going to pay us enough. -Amy's looking good, ain't she? -She looked fine. You know, I-I bet that motherfucking lucky husband of hers never had any pussy like that -before he became a big shot. -Hey! Excuse me! -Fuck, man! -Don't talk like that. -You're right about that. Who's next? -20? -25. -Big money, boys. AMY: It's your move. Hmm. Check. Okay. Right. "This move now puts black -"into a desperate plight -(cat hisses) "with no possibility of mobilizing his-- or hers-- disorganized pieces. Black can conveniently use..." Tell you what. I bet you I can finish my exercises, get into bed before you make your next move. -You're on. -Put the book down. No help. You should be encouraging my education. -Drop it. -All right. All right, all right, all right, all right. Are you ready? -Are you? -Go. -Thinking hard. -Shh! David! (humming) (laughs) Stop it! Ah! Got it! Yay! Got it. You're supposed to do 100. I did 100. I was counting by binary numbers. -(Amy humming) -No... -Why? -No. What? First of all, you're still in check. The knight can't move sideways. It's got to go in an "L" shape, remember? (sighs) Why is it called a knight when it's really a horse? (laughs) Is that funny? Uh, I actually don't know the answer to that. Mmm. That's a first. (chuckles, clears throat) Baby. You don't have to learn chess to please me. (laughs) I'm not learning to please you, baby. I'm learning so I can kick your ass. -Really? -Yeah, really. (laughing): Ow! What about that ass? (both laughing) (clears throat) Lie down. No. Lie down. (laughs) No. Lie down. Close your eyes. (laughing) Close 'em. (chuckling) Rook or knight? Mmm... That is the knight-slash-horse. Very good. Mm-hmm. Mmm. (inhales) That's the queen. Very good. (chuckling) Is it... you? -(laughing) -Hilarious. "Listen, well, I got fucked in the ass by a bear, honey." So, you know, just, "That's it. I'm going to get myself a machine gun." And he goes out the next morning, cranks it up, and... "There he is!" Starts blasting away, and the bear says, "Come here, you." Takes that old boy, slams him over the log, pulls down them old chonies and says, "Hey. You don't come here for the hunting, do you?" (laughter) (sighs) (chuckles) Hey, your brother... Daniel? Your brother-- he was hanging out with the girls today. Again. I think you best keep a... closer watch on him. Right? Not our job to mind him. -Is it? -NORMAN: We ain't going to stand for it. You keep him away from them girls, or we will. -Hey, Norm. -And you know that'll get ugly. I'm standing right here. Hey, y'all mind -cutting the bullshit, please? -Oh, Daniel. He's just being told the truth is all. Well, no one's going to do anything to Jeremy, all right, Coach? BIC: Ain't you off duty, John? Oh, you got a beer in your hand, right? -Okay. -The law isn't ever off duty, Bic. Is it, Sheriff? Beer or no beer. BIC: Hey, I didn't even vote for his ass. If he so much as comes near my daughter... Look, my brother... God may help him, I... Coach, if my brother... -if he ever makes a mistake again... -Yeah. I'll put him away myself. You have my word, all right? But until then, goddamn, y'all... I mean, just let him be. He... he ain't doing nobody no harm. Sounds good to me. How about you, Coach? Thought you was off duty. ("Never Forget You" by Noisettes plays) # What you drinking? # Rum or whiskey? # Now, won't you have a # Double with me? (rousing classical music playing) # We were mischievous # And you were always wearing black # I was so serious... # All right, that's enough, Norm. Let's go. -(horn honking) -(Amy gasps) All right, girl! Looking good, Amy! (engine revving) (indistinct chatter) Sweet ass! Ladder, Norm. BIC: Who would you rather have sex with, Hank Williams or, uh, Johnny Cash? Only you, Bic. Give me one of those one-by-fours laying over there. Guys. Guys. Here she comes. Hey, Charlie. How about that, huh? BIC: How about it? Mmm, mmm, mmm! # My life is running faster # I'm out of money, I'm out of hope # It looks like self-destruction # Well, how much more can we take # With all of this corruption? # Been flirtin' with disaster # Y'all know what I mean # And the way we run our lives # It makes no sense to me... (door opens) # Or what you want to be, yeah... # Hey. Hey. No, Flutie, get down. Come on, get down, get down. (Flutie meows) (water running) -Taking a break? -Look at this. The nation's at war. Fortune 500 companies are going bankrupt. The lead story is that the first game of high school football season is a week away. -Blackwater... -Yeah, well, you know, Blackwater's not at war. Although it was a big deal when John Burke came back from Iraq. You and Deputy Burke, returning heroes. In this town, heroes come from one place-- that football field. Oh, like the guys fixing our roof. Bunch of straw dogs. Straw dogs? Yeah, in ancient Chinese rituals, dogs made of straw were used as offerings to the gods. Um, during the ritual, they were treated with the utmost reverence. When they were no longer needed, they were tossed aside, trampled on. They became nothing. When their football careers are over with, that's all these boys become. -(Amy sighs) -What? You don't have to take it personally. I'm not talking about you. You're not one of them. Not anymore anyway. No. It's... Those straw dogs were practically licking my body outside, so... I applaud their good taste. It's not funny. Well, maybe you should wear a bra. Are you saying I'm asking for this? I mean, well, I'm just saying that... you look amazing, all right? If it bothers you, then... you know, maybe you should be a little more modest and you'd be looked at with a little more respect. So... (clears throat) you're saying that if I put on a bra, then I'll gain more respect? I mean... (chuckles) It's, you know, reaping and sowing and all that. I'm taking a bath. Okay. (sighs) You know, I dress for you, David. I dress for you. I don't dress for them. Well, I already know what you look like naked, so... (men chatting indistinctly) ("Train, Train" by Blackfoot plays) # Oh, here it comes -Oh, man. -Norm. # Well, train, train # Take me on out of this town # Train, train # Lord, take me on out of this town # Well, that woman I'm in love with # Lord, she's Memphis bound... That shit ain't right, man. Chris, if that ain't right, I don't know what right is. That must've been some kind of that back when you had some of that, huh, Charlie? What do you think about that, Norm? Must've been something? # I'm just a raggedy hobo... (classical music playing) # Lord, she's gotta go # Crank it up, Bic. Crank up the music, Bic. Think I found the music... (guitar solo playing) (classical music competing with blaring rock music) (turns up classical music volume) -That's a sweet engine. -Yeah. Double overhead cam. Yep, straight-line six, man. Real pretty, Mr. Sumner. Bad machine. She a '66, '67? A '67. Good eye. South, we know our cars and our guns. What'd you pay for it, about 100 grand? -Yeah, something like that. -Damn. Ooh, I just love that ornament. -Oh, you like that? -Yeah. The E-Types didn't have them, did they? Put that on yourself? No. No, the previous owner put that on. All right. Excuse me, gentlemen. We're knocking off a bit early, if you don't mind. -The heat and all. -It is hot even for here. Must be that global warming you educated guys keep talking about. Bic was getting woozy. Sorry to hear that. You, uh... gonna be all right? Ah, yeah. I don't want to be a pussy or nothing. It's just, it gets real dangerous up there. Liability thing. Got to look out for my men. It's not a problem just as long as the, you know, roof gets done on time. Of course. -Shit. My keys. -You going into town? Yeah. I get... I get no reception up here. I got to go to town to make a phone call. -Yeah. -Believe that? Well, best reception is right by Blackie's. DAVID: Thank you. Sure. (truck engine starting) # ...pass the time # And I will give to you # Summer wine # Summer wine # Strawberries, cherries # And an angel's kiss in spring -(grunts) -(tyres screeching) -Jesus. -# My summer wine is really # Made from all these things # Take off your silver spurs Hello. # And help me pass the time # And I will give to you # Summer wine # Oh, summer wine (indistinct chatter) All right. Thank you. # My eyes grew heavy and my lips -Finally. -# They could not speak # I tried to get up, but I couldn't find my feet MAN: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Look out! -Look out! Are you crazy?! -(tyres squealing) What the fuck are you doing?! What the hell, asshole? You all right, Mr. Sumner? (coughing) # Summer wine # Oh, summer wine. # DAVID: This place is not so conducive to the creative process, after all. No, I'm acutely aware of that, believe me. No, look, Aaron, if you say "don't worry," I'm not gonna worry, but... I'm gonna need a couple more weeks. -Hello? -(girls giggling) Ah, fuck! -Your boyfriend. -Jeremy. (girls laughing) (sighs) -Yes, go. -Go. -(laughs) -This is gonna be good. JANICE: Jeremy, he's so cute. Jeremy. Jeremy! Jeremy! We're just talking, Daniel. You know better than this, Janice. Go on. -Go on! -We're just talking. DANIEL: You're supposed to stay away from girls, Jeremy, do you hear me? Hey. Look at me, look at me when I'm talking to you. You gotta stay away from girls, do you hear me? What if her daddy saw that? -But Janice is my girlfriend. -Hey! No, she's not. She's not your girlfriend. She is 15 years old, you understand me? Now, goddamn it, we talked about this. No talking to her anymore. Come on, let's go home. All right, that's that. You know, you should stop by my shop over here sometime. I'll give you a lesson how to change a tyre, free of charge. I appreciate it. Thank you. ...you take two receivers right off the bat. ...because I know how much things cost, okay? Thanks, Daddy. All right. You know, every time I look in your eyes... You see Mama? That's mine. That's my... Sorry. Get a Budweiser? Fully loaded. -That's the way, Chief, yeah! -Whoo! -Hey, boys. -Hey, what's up, Coach? No practice this afternoon, Coach? It's 105 out there, Coach. I don't want any lawsuits. (chuckles): Lawsuit? He did just say that, right? We got a heat index rule out there now, Coach. I think they got a pussy index now, Coach. (laughs) Did you meet Mr. Sumner yet? No, I hadn't. You're Amy's husband, ain't you? That's right. David. We sure are proud of her. I knew Amy back when she was head cheerleader. I was assistant coach back then, right, Coach? -Good old days. -Hey, I been meaning to come out your place and welcome you to town. I think I've just been welcomed. We were worried about you back there. A hell of a close call. Mm-hmm. Well, I lived to tell the tale. That scared the shit out of Bic. Yeah, just right out of me. You a football fan? Uh, no, not-- well, you know. Harvard-Yale games, I always enjoyed them. Uh, you coming out to the annual Preach and Play on Sunday? Preach and Play? What is that exactly? It's a little something we do every year, week right before first game. We go to church, let the rev pump us up full of some God and then the boy scrimmage while the town picnics on the sidelines. COACH: Used to do it during the Civil War. Whole town coming out and watching the battles, picnicking. I trust the whole town will be there. Every living soul. In that case, when in Rome. BIC: Oh, now, be careful with that. -Take it easy now. -There we go. -Hold on there! Hold on! -Easy, son, now. -(laughs) -Look at that. -(sighs) -Oh-ho! (burps) Amy and I... My wife and I will be there. Drinks as far as this hundred will take you, gentlemen. Go Blackwater Bengals. -Mr. Sumner. -Yeah? You're not gonna stay for a drink with us? No, no, I gotta, I gotta head home. Make a living, you know. Enjoy. REVEREND (voice-over): Dear Lord, please protect the members of our congregation serving overseas, brave souls who have made it their life's mission to protect us from those who would challenge you, oh, Lord. -Amen. -CONGREGATION: Amen. And of course, please guide to victory our Blackwater Bengals over the Mudbugs this Friday. (cheering, applause) You bet that! REVEREND: Boys, please stand. Boys, God stands with you because you stand with Him. WOMAN: That's right, boys. -Mm-hmm. -You listen to Him, and, like Noah, you will survive when he unleashes His wrath on the nonbelievers. (crowd murmurs in agreement) Good luck this Friday. -(cheering) -Amen! -Yeah! -Whoo! -We're gonna whup 'em! This week, we continue our look at the Revelations of John. So if you will please turn to chapter six, verse seven. "And when He had opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth beast say, 'Come and see.' "And I looked, and behold "a pale horse. "And his name that sat on him was Death. And hell followed with him..." I'm gonna go outside, get some air. "...over the fourth part of the Earth to kill with sword "and with hunger and with death, and with the beasts of the Earth. And when He had opened the fifth seal..." (Reverend continues faintly in distance) (insects buzzing) (whistling quietly) Hey there, Mr. Sumner. Saw you leaving. You bored with the sermon? (chuckles) No, no. Just... uh, not really my thing. I'm sorry, I-I don't quite understand. Uh... religion. God. God is not your thing? Noah and the Flood and smiting firstborns, Sodom and Gomorrah, the burning bush, the pale horse-- it just kind of sounds like a bully to me. Hmm. Can I give you a piece of friendly advice? Sure. Now, it's one thing to come into town thinking you're too good for the people who live here... I don't know why you'd say that. I wouldn't... But-But being too good for God, that's another thing entirely. You see, the pastor-- he worked all week long writing that sermon. Then he's got to watch you get up and leave? Some people might call that rude. Okay. Um... thank you. I guess I need to be a little more sensitive. Yeah. Just a little redneck wisdom for you. (chuckles) Hey, Charlie, there is something in the Bible I do believe. Oh, what's that, sir? "Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wife." Oh, I believe in that, too. But what happens when thy neighbour's wife covets you? What then? Hello, Amy Cakes. -Hello, Charlie. -(engine starts) Hey, Charlie, come on, let's go! Stand by! All right. See you at the picnic. See ya. - # Big ol' woman -CROWD: # Big ol' woman! # Need a big ol' woman # Big ol' woman! # I need a big ol' woman # Oh, to keep me warm # Now it's wintertime, I ain't got no heat # Need me a baby with lots of meat (shouting, cheering) Go, Bo! Look good out there, boy! # Oh, to keep me warm DAVID: No credit cards, I assume? GIRL: No, sir. Just money. -How much? -Four dollars. Keep the change. We always knew you'd make it. -Oh. -We always did. I don't know. It's not like I was a lead or anything. -You were the best thing on it. -Thank you. Why ain't it on anymore? I mean, everybody I know watched it. You know, if NBC went by Blackwater's ratings alone, we'd be on forever. (laughter) # Looking for that big jelly roll # You big ol' woman # Big ol' woman! # Big ol' woman # # Big ol' woman! # Doggone it! You gotta tuck it in there... -(whistle blows) -Break! Amy. -Ooh! -There you are. -Hey. Sorry. -Hello. Ran into the girls. Um, this is Janice. -Hi. -Hi. I ran into you in town, -didn't I, at Blackie's? -Oh, yeah. You'll probably see me hanging around there, 'cause my daddy's always hanging out there. -Who's your father? -Uh, Tom Heddon. You know, he used to be coach, years ago. A very memorable man. Yeah. (chuckles) # It's 2:00 in the morning, baby's in bed So, what are we, what are we all talking about? We are just giving shit to Amy 'cause she ain't been down here to see us since she got here. Guess she don't want to be hounded for autographs. Well, I was telling Kristen here that we've been very busy fixing up the house and all. Amy's been busting her butt up there while I work, -so I can vouch for that. -That's right. -Hey, y'all. -Well, hey, handsome. Oh. May I? Hello, buddy. He ain't moving about today, is he? Yeah, taking a nap, I suppose. (chuckles) How do you like our local music? It ain't quite your Beethoven. NORMAN: Hey, man, go on and knock up somebody your damn self. This here's mine. See there, Mr. Sumner, you ain't the only one with a trophy wife. -(laughs) -Only difference is mine's for third place. -(laughter) -Believe it or not, that's the most romantic thing he's ever said. That and, "You're what?! Oh!" (laughter) Hello, Amy. Hello, Jeremy. How are you? -Hello, Janice. -Get out of here. Hi. Niles, why don't you go over there and watch practice. Jeremy, you need to get, okay? -Goddamn, boy! -Jesus, Daddy! -Kick the shit out of you! -(barking) -You fucking... -Daddy, no! -(grunts) - # Please # -# Please # -Stop it, Coach! -Jesus, Coach! -All right, Coach. -(crowd groans) -Get off me! -Goddamn it! -Daddy! -Come on! -I didn't do anything. -Stop it, Coach. -Daddy, stop! Come on, son. Get up. All right. All right. -(panting) -Attaboy. Listen... I do not want to hurt you, Jeremy Niles. I am just protecting my family. All right? But Janice is my girlfriend. Goddamn it! -(laughs) -Daddy! Somebody stop him! You understand me?! -Right on, Coach! -Huh?! Do you?! -You stop it, Coach! Enough. -Or what? -Hey! -You're gone, Amy. -Enough. -You don't even live here anymore. -All right, all right. -Hey. -That's enough. -You ain't got no right. -That's enough, that's enough. -Let's go. -No right to be involved. -He was just talking, Coach. -Amy... Mr. Sumner, think that's a very good idea. -Just walk away. -He was just talking. You got no right to be involved, Hollywood. Neither do you. He was just talking. Jeremy, Jeremy. Hey, hey, hey-- eyes-- come on, let's go. (girls giggling) Amy. Hey. -Hey! -What? -I'm not very happy with you. -Oh, no? Why'd you have to throw yourself into that, huh? With that drunk? Are you crazy? Somebody had to do something. -Somebody had to? -Yes. What does that mean? Look at me. I'm talking to you. I'm not gonna get in the fucking fray. -Oh... -I don't care if it's how things are done here. Against my principles. (engine starts) It's awfully convenient-- your principles. Tom Paine practically started this whole country. MAN (over TV): You mean he's dead? WOMAN: Of course. (imitating): Of course. All I want you to do is teach her how to act with live people. Well, education's a very difficult thing to control, Harry. -One thing leads... -Work on her, not me. No extra charge. I don't need nothing you can tell me. Oh, I'm sure we could tell each other some very interesting things, Harry. Do you mind? What? Do you mind? MAN (on TV): ...the more I see of you, I don't like you as much. I'm gonna go work. MAN (on TV): You better watch out. I got my eye on you. MAN 2: All right. We'll both watch out. MAN: If I wanted, I could knock your block off, if I wanted. MAN 2: Yes, I know. MAN: Just do what you're supposed to do, and that's all. MAN 2: Well, let's stop for now. What is it? (TV continues playing) David? MAN 2: Take you on separately, Harry. Glad to. Have a special course for backward millionaires. Amy, don't. Amy! Amy, no! (gasps): Oh, God. (whimpering): Oh... God... MAN (on TV): So shut up. WOMAN (on TV): I got a right to know. MAN: You got a right to keep out of my hair, too. Look, put your nose in a book and keep it there. (panting) We're gonna leave our doors locked from now on. AMY: It was Norman or Chris. Did you hear me? Cawsey or Scutt. Amy, we're jumping to conclu-- Look, the fact of the matter is, you know, we leave our doors unlocked. Oh, God, Jesus, David. A complete stranger walks into our house, strangles our cat and hangs it. I didn't say a complete stranger. -Well, who then? -I don't know. -Norman or Chris. -That's my point. Or Bic or Charlie or all of them. They came between church and the picnic. (muttering quietly) Look... Amy. Okay. Holy shit. Why do you have a gun? It's my father's gun. We're gonna keep it next to us. -Are you kidding me? A gun, Amy? -Yes. They will go further next time, David, all right? Okay. All right, okay. So... that's it. I think we're being a little extreme. They killed our fucking cat, David! What's your definition of "extreme"? Huh?! Hey, Big Brain, bring up another one-by-four. CHRIS: All right, two things, guys. You can say "please"... CHARLIE: Please, Mr. Big Brain! CHRIS: Who the fuck is Big Brain? (tools whirring) Coffee? Thank you. (sighs) Are you just gonna stare? Amy, I can't just walk out there and blatantly accuse them, you know. What if they didn't do it? Maybe you can just go out there and mention to them that our cat was strangled last night. It's at least possible that they did it, isn't it? -It's at least-- -Okay. You can entertain the idea that it's possible. All right, all right. Amy, can I talk? (sighs) I'm gonna go out there, and I'm gonna ask them if they've seen the cat. Okay, I think that'll, that'll tell us a lot. Look, I'll figure out a way to, you know, catch them off guard. You don't think that's enough, do you? (sighs) Any effort would be greatly appreciated. Guys! Hey, I'm gonna come up. -All right. -What's up? DAVID: Uh, listen, can I ask a favour? I'm gonna put the bear trap up, and I have no idea, -uh, how to do that. -Of course. In the study over here. (men laughing) Thank you, guys. It's right over here. Guess, uh, I guess her father was a collector or something. Collector of what? Anything that killed shit, I guess. Yeah, he sure was. So, uh, do you want it open or closed, Mr. Sumner? I don't know. You know, open, I guess. -Open? All right. -Sure. Come on, let's... Right down there. Seen one of these before, Mr. Sumner? DAVID: Never in my life. Pretty cool, huh? (trap creaking) Just good and tight. NORMAN: Yeah. -You got that? -Yeah. -Whoa! -(laughs) -Watch that spring on that hand, man. -That's pretty dangerous. -You all right? -Don't worry about it. -We got our best man on it. -Don't worry. -Got it there? All right, now you can take your hand out. There you go. All right. Where'd you like it, sir? Can you hang it? Can we put it right over the fireplace? -That'd be great. -Hey, you-you boys want some beer? -Huh? -That'd be great. CHARLIE: Watch your step there, Amy. Can never say no. Thank you, ma'am. Honey? Thank you. Oh, that's just right. Thanks. Nice and cold, huh? Here, Flutie, Flutie, Flutie! Here, boy! Flutie? Anyone seen my cat? CHARLIE: Watch your feet, watch your feet. No? Huh? -Now, Mr. Sumner... -Yeah, uh, really, you can call me David. You guys, please call me David. All right, great. Tomorrow's gonna be a hell of a day for hunting. Why don't you come with us? Hunting? Oh. Uh... (chuckles) I don't know. I've never really been, never been hunting too much. You have shot, haven't you? Yeah, once or twice, but... that was a long time ago. Don't make sense to live out here, not take a shot or two. That's right. Great hunting right outside your door. DAVID: Uh-huh. Yeah. No, I understand that. I-I see it's a great tradition. Ah, well, there's tradition and then there's a lifestyle. That whole "when in Rome" thing. When? CHARLIE: Tomorrow. -Tomorrow? -Hunting season only comes around once a year. AMY: What about the roof? Hmm? And your work. Ah... it can wait. -Attaboy. -(chuckles): Yeah. Now we're talking. So, we'll, uh, we'll swing by and pick you up tomorrow morning then. Round 7:30. Would that work? DAVID: 7:30. Sounds great. CHARLIE: (clears throat) All right, boys. -Let's get back to it. -Go get my masonry bits... Hey, we'll just use a nail gun. No nail gun going in a stone wall. BIC: You ain't seen me nail yet. 1 Where's Charlie? Is he not coming? BIC: He's gonna meet us out there. He's coming from home. BIC (voice-over): How'd you meet "Ame"? Huh? Your wife. How'd you meet your wife? DAVID: Uh, that show we worked on. Perfect Crime. CHRIS: Love at first sight? No. At first sight, she gave me hell for not giving her more lines. Looks like she forgave you. WOMAN (over radio): Got to send a unit to McMann's. MAN: All right, Tammy, I got it. (radio clicks off) Sounds like old Ben's been hitting on that dog and Lily again. All right, Mr. Sumner. DAVID: Yeah? Go ahead and stick that on. A whole bunch of assholes out there shooting at anything that moves. A round, please. One? Yeah, we'll start with one. Then just... lock it in. Got it. CHARLIE (voice-over): Hey, Mr. Sumner, can I ask you a question? -Sure. Why you making a movie about a bunch of Russians? DAVID: I-I don't really see it like that. I see it as more of a universal tale of survival. Fighting back, the human spirit. You know, that battle changed the course of human history. 90% of Stalingrad was occupied by the Nazis, and the Russians still beat them. They beat them with innovation and they beat them with fortitude that they... they didn't know they had. You don't think God had anything to do with helping the Ruskies? DAVID: God? Yeah. Uh... (chuckles) Why's that funny? That God would help a nation of atheists? He works in mysterious ways. Most dangerous line ever uttered. All right, boys, I'm gonna, I'm gonna go up to Bergman's Crossing and scout out there. Hey, Charlie, before you go. Guys, um, just so you know, somebody broke into our house and killed our cat. CHRIS: What makes you think Flutie was killed? Didn't just die? Well, generally, cats don't hang themselves. Whoa. Somebody hanged Flutie? -Probably just some fuckin' kids. -Yeah. CHARLIE: I'm gonna tell you something, Mr. Sumner. This world can be pretty fucked up. Wow. All right, come on, boys. (indistinct chatter in distance) (insect buzzing) (chatter fades into distance) Guys? Guys! -(gun fires) -(gasps) (panting) CHRIS: Shit! Shit! Hey. You okay, man? -Yeah. -Did you see the buck? Dude, you fucking shot at me, man. -What? -You sh... No, man, no. I... I was shooting at the buck. Don't talk like that. Hey, you see the buck? Yeah, I... yeah, it was... yeah, it was right here. -I don't know where he went. -CHRIS: Fuck. All right, well, let's go get him. Uh, Bic, you go south, I'm going to go north, and Mr. Sumner, -you want to go east? -East. -East. All right. -Okay. Come on. (knocking) Hello, Amy Cakes. What? Somebody killed Flutie. -Yeah, I heard about that. -Mmm. Why would you do that? I wouldn't, and I didn't. I want to come in. You can't. Amy, I'm coming in. CHARLIE: You just take a shower? Well, you smell nice. And I do recognize the scent. David's gonna be home soon, Charlie. No, he's busy becoming a man out in the woods. My husband doesn't need a lesson on becoming a man. (chuckling) I'm sorry. Of course he doesn't. (coughing) Wow. This old couch. Remember? No. Just like you don't remember killing my cat. I didn't kill your cat. No? Amy, I didn't kill your fucking cat. I think you should go. No, you don't. What do you want, Charlie? What? Stop it. What do you want, Charlie? What the fuck do you want?! Take it easy, Amy. Take it easy. (crying) Amy, Amy, Amy. -What do you want? -Don't cry. Don't cry. Shh. Don't cry, Amy. Don't cry. Stop it! No, no, no. -Amy. -No, Charlie, no. No, no, no. Charlie, no! No, Charlie! Stop it! Stop it! (crying): Please. Charlie, stop. Stop it. Charlie. Charlie, no, no, no, no, no. No, Charlie! Don't... don't fucking move, Amy. Don't move. (insects buzzing and trilling) (belt buckle jingling) (unzipping) -No, no, no, no, Charlie! No! -Amy, Amy, Amy. Amy, take it easy. I'm not going to hurt you. (muffled yelling) Take it easy. (insects buzzing and trilling) (panting) (insects buzzing and trilling) Did you miss me, baby? Tell me... tell me you missed me. (trembling breaths) (panting) How many times when he was inside you did you imagine it was me in there? Did... did you? (panting) (grunting) (gun fires) (panting) (grunting, panting) Amy, Amy. Amy, look at... look at me. Amy... (mutters) What are you...? Look at me. What's wrong, baby? (sighs) CHARLIE: Look at me. ("Release Me" playing) Fuck. What-what... Get off me. Charlie, get off of me. Charlie, get off of me! Get off of me! Get off me! No! No! No! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! (sobbing) - # Release me -No! Charlie! - # Oh, won't you let me go? -No! No! Stop! Please stop! Please! No! Please! # Because I (sobbing): Stop it. Please. # I don't love you anymore Charlie! Help me! No! Stop it! # To waste your life # Is a sin # Oh, release me # Won't you let me go? # I... # -(sobbing) -NORMAN: You're all right. (music stops) (Amy sobbing) (sobbing) (sobbing) Sorry about Flutie. (door opens, closes) 1 (siren whooping) Sheriff. Kind of hard getting a ride when you're carrying that thing around. Already got three calls about a man on the highway with a rifle. You mind, uh... switching that safety on? Whoa! Hey! I... I'll let you do that. Yes, I think I should. Mr. Sumner, do you have a registration for his weapon? 'Cause it wouldn't go over too well if you were in the woods with an unregistered weapon and poaching. Poaching? Well, that's what it's called when you're hunting out of season, Mr. Sumner. It's not hunting season? (laughs) Mr. Sumner, you wouldn't think about doing that, now, would you? Violation of penal code 49-7-95. Pretty serious offense around here. No, sir, I wouldn't think of it. I didn't think so. Thank God... we already locked up Ben Weathersby. Got him in the cage. Definitely don't have enough room for both of y'all. You want to hop in? I'll take you home. What are you doing in bed? Your friends-- your, uh... your fucking redneck hillbilly friends-- abandoned me out there. I'm firing them. Good for you. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You're a coward. -No, I'm not. -Yeah. So am I. Plain and simple. No, I'm not. Yeah. Yeah. -If you had done something... -Amy. If you had said something or done something... Amy, I was trying to get them to talk until you... -Anything. God. -Would you be quiet! I was trying to get them to talk until you pulled that infantile stunt with the milk. You pushed me, Amy, and you don't do any good by pushing. Okay. Easy. I want to go... away from this fucking place. Shh. Shh. I want to get out of here. I want to go home. No. No. Let's have a family. Let's have a child. -No. No. No. -Yes. We're not going anywhere. I am. Nobody's going anywhere. (sighs) Amy... ...we're not going to be chased out of our goddamn home, okay? We're not going to be bullied. I'm firing them tomorrow. And that'll be that. Nobody's going anywhere. I'm gonna take a shower, and then I have to write. -Hey, Charlie. Hi. -Hey, morning. Hey, can I borrow you for a minute? -Right now? -Yes, right now, please. -Sure. -This isn't working out, okay? I-I don't think the roof's coming together fast enough. -Really? -No. Uh, how fast do you think it should be coming together? Well, look, you know, you guys have been working on it for... for two weeks now-- longer than that. How long does it usually take you to roof, Mr. Sumner? That's not the point, uh, okay? Uh, you guys, you-you come here, you know, you... well, you work a couple of hours and then... and you laze about. We laze about? That's a bad choice of words. I'm not... I'm just not happy. Okay? Why don't we just wash our hands of this, be good neighbours, okay? You tell me what I owe you, and... We already ordered supplies. We can't renege on that. That's fine. I can cover that cost. Okay. That'll be, uh, 5,000 and a few. -Five... -Let's make it five flat. Okay, fine. And that'll be, uh, cash only, neighbour. (stammers) (laughs) I'm just fucking with you. Look at you. But if you can make it out to cash, that'd be appreciated. Hey, Mr. Sumner. Says 1944. Should be '43, right? There you go. So now that we ain't working for you no more, maybe we'll see you around town again, Amy Cakes. Maybe. DAVID: Charlie. Yep? You hold onto that-- in case you get the itch to go hunting again. I don't think so. Heading home. Why? We're fired. CHARLIE: $5,000. BIC: Oh, hell, yes. Five grand? Charlie, you got a silver tongue. Hey. We need to go. -Where? -You want to stay in this town... you want to stay here, this is what we do on Friday nights. We go to the game. And we are not taking the Jag. (horns honking) (festive shouting, chatter) (fans whooping) (laughter, shouting) ANNOUNCER: ...to the first game of the season here at Mo Cavanaugh Stadium. How about a running game tonight, Coach? That'd be a good idea. ANNOUNCER: Announcing the starting lineups for your Blackwater Bengals. I ran this team, and we ran every time to the goddamn playoffs. ANNOUNCER: Senior, Bo Bloch. At halftime, we'll talk about it. Looks like a fucking Texas high school team, for Christ's sake. Eee... oh. Oh, Vic! Eee... oh. ANNOUNCER: The junior fullback, Max James! Hi, Jeremy. How are you? ANNOUNCER: At halfback, the senior, Hunter Fletcher! Can I ask you something? You're so strong. How come you never played football for my daddy? I bet, if you played, you would've been a real big star. You want to take a walk with me? Why not? My daddy's not going to find us. Come on. Take my hand. Let's go on a walk. It'll be fine. (quietly): Come on. ANNOUNCER: Number 64, the freshman, at left tackle, Jonah Spink! -Come on. -Hey. -# O'er the land -Hey, oh. -# Of the free... -CHARLIE: Guys! -Man, hey. -Hey, oh. -Take your fucking hat off, man. -Get off me! -Some fucking respect for your country. BIC: Fuck, man! Fuck you! - # And the home of the brave. # -(crowd cheering) (players shouting indistinctly) Kick ass! Fucking football! Play some ball tonight! BIC: We'll kick some motherfucking ass tonight! Whoo! How you doing? -Let's do it! -(whooping) (whistle blows) (players grunting and shouting) Go, go, go, go! Go, go, go, go! -(whistle blows) -Oh! Bust 'em up! All night! Yeah! CROWD: Bengals! Bengals! Bengals! Bengals! Bengals! Bengals! Bengals! Bengals! Bengals! Beng... JANICE: It's okay. You don't have to be scared. It's a nice spot, right? This is where we come when we want to be alone. Do you like being alone with me? No, ma'am. You know, you're very handsome, Jeremy. You have kind eyes. I'm not going to hurt you, okay? When I kiss you, do you want to be alone with me? You kiss real nice. Has anyone ever told you that? -(grunting) -Go, go, go, go! Go! Go! -Go, go, go! -(grunting) (whistle blows) -(chuckling) -ANNOUNCER: Number 12, Hunter Fletcher, out of bounds... Hey. Charlie, uh... y'all seen Janice at all? I ain't seen her, Coach. Where the fuck is she? -Missy. -Hi, Coach. Y'all seen Janice anywhere at all? No, I haven't seen her. Maybe she went to the ladies' room or something. Hey, y'all seen Janice anywhere? No? Not at all? -Okay, fine. What? -Hey, Coach. I saw her talking to Jeremy Niles. When? Where'd they go? -I don't know. -Not fucking Jeremy Niles! You saw her talking to Jeremy Niles, you don't say a word? You know better than that. (grunting) Oh! -(shouting) -(whistle blows) -Hey! Hey! -Break it up. -Yeah! -No! -Break it up. -Hit him! ANNOUNCER: ...charged against number 20, Reggie Wilson. There are flags all over the field. Are you okay? Yeah. (grunting) Do you want to go? We can go. I want to stay. Okay. I want to try something, okay? Okay? Don't worry. It'll be nice. -(door opening) -COACH: Janice! -Shh. -No, it's okay. Where are you at, girl? Janice? Shh! -Jeremy... -Shh! COACH (in distance): Janice! (grunting) (muffled whimpering) -Put his ass in the ground! -COACH: Janice? MAN: They heard the voice of the fourth beast say, "Come and see." AMY: Stop it! Kill that motherfucker! Yeah! (muffled whimpering) JEREMY: Shh... shh... COACH: Hey, Janice? Come on, now. I'm not mad. Shh. Shh. COACH: I am going to kill this fucker. I'm going to kill him myself. (door opens and closes) JEREMY: Shh. Come on. Let's get out of here. You want to go? Let's go. Let's go. -Sorry. -Come on. -They ain't got shit, man. -Nothing like what we were. You remember that? -Use the left sweep all night. -Oh... oh! -Oh! -(laughing) Y'all have a good night, now! -(grunting) -CROWD: Oh! Oh! Charlie. Charlie! Come here. Charlie. Come here! Come down here. That fucking Niles! -What's that, Coach? -Niles has got her! That fucking Niles has got my Janice! (panting, grunting) Is there anything I can do? Listen, Amy... David, look out! (tyres squealing) (Amy screaming) Shit. Are you okay? Yeah. What is that? Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, oh... oh, God. Niles? Oh, Jesus Christ. No. no, no. Don't... don't touch it. -It hurts. -AMY: David. -I know. I know. -I didn't do it. I know you didn't do it. I did it. It was me, and I'm sorry. -It wasn't you. -Niles, stop. -AMY: David. -Stop it. -Amy? -Is he... is he hurt? David? You're going to be all right. Amy, I need you to get in back. Oh, my God, David. David, he's hurt. -Come on. -Oh, my God, David. -Is that bone? David. -I-I didn't do it. -Baby. Baby. Baby. -We need to take him to a hospital. -Get in back. -Shit. The nearest hospital is 40 miles away. We're going to take him to the house and call an ambulance. -Oh, shit. -Wasn't me. I-I... I didn't do it. DAVID: Okay, I got reception. -I didn't do it. -AMY: You didn't do... you didn't do what, Jeremy? -I-I didn't do it. -No, he's just babbling. He's babbling. He's in shock. -FEMALE OPERATOR: 911. -Hello. 911? COACH: Can't find him anywhere. I looked in the locker room. I looked all over this goddamn parking lot. I don't know where the fuck they are. Hey, y'all! Chris! Bic! Goddamn it! Have you seen him or not? WOMAN (over scanner): The ambulance has been called up to the old Wilcox farm. Jeremy Niles had an accident of some kind. -He's up there. -MAN: Thank you, Page. We'll check into it as soon as the game is over. -I am fixin' to kick your ass. -Wait. Just Chris. -CHARLIE: Coach. -Sit down, you fucker. -What? -Niles is up at the Wilcox place. Janice with him? They didn't say. I guess we best get up there and find out. Let's go! You up for it? Let's do it, Coach. Sit down. CHRIS: Yes, sir. Sitting down. Dumbshit. Come on. Come on. -(whooping) -COACH: Goddamn it. Sit down, you fucking dumbshit! Just have a... seat, Jeremy. There's no fucking reception! It's Jeremy time! (whooping) CHARLIE: Y'all stay here. Fuck that. No, I-I am... -Coach. -I am going to come with you. Coach, let's just keep our heads here. Let me handle it. I'll get Niles out. -Promise. -COACH: You best. -Stay the fuck. -COACH: Bic, Chris. Check the barn for that goddamn Niles. -Go on. Get. -Come on. -Does it hurt? -You're all right. (knock at door) Amy. -You need to send him out. -Get him upstairs. Send him out, we'll all be friends. -I didn't do it. -Shh! Shh! -Is that Niles? -I didn't do it. -Shh. -AMY: It's okay. Send him out, Amy. It's all right. Why do you want him, Charlie? We need to talk with him about what he did to Janice Heddon. Jeremy, come on. Keep walking. Well, we can't... we can't do that, Charlie. Look, Janice was with him, and now she's missing. We need to find her. -And we're going to. -Well, listen, Charlie, we're not going to let you take justice into your own hands. I don't care what you think he did. -What the fuck are you doing? -We're not going to take justice in our own hands. -We just need to talk to him. -You're just going -to hurt him, Charlie. -Oh, no, you are... you're wrong about that, Mr. Hollywood. We're going to do much more than that. Now, you send that fucking Niles out here, or you are going to see a rain of all hell on you and your own house. -You hear? -We want that pervert! Coach, look, uh... I-I understand you're upset. -Oh, for fuck... -I know you're worried about your daughter. I get that, but I can't send him out to you. Look, maybe you guys should be out there looking for Janice right now instead, you know? -I'm sure she's fine. -Fuck it. I'm going to cut his fuckin' balls off! Want to be all nice and polite, Charlie, or are you going to help me find my Janice? Bullshit. He can't get away with this. That shit ain't right, Charlie-- Mr. Sumner protecting him like that. Not when my little girl is missing. All right, Coach. BIC (chuckling): Yeah. See, we get Jeremy, and we'll find out what happened to Janice. I can goddamn promise you that. -Get that shotgun. -Get that motherfucker. Tell me what happened. Can you talk to me? It's just me. Talk to me. For Janice. Damn straight. -That's right, Coach. -I'll go around the house. I'll see if there's some other way in. AMY: Did something happen to Janice? -Talk to me. Please. -COACH: Amy? COACH: I know you can hear me! You don't want the world of hurt coming your way, honey. He done something to my little girl! COACH: To my Janice! Amy, he's just trying to find his daughter. COACH: That's right! You protect that child molester? -Huh? -Shit. Oh, David. -Amy. -They have guns. -Amy... -David. Hey, Jeremy. Nothing's going to happen to you, buddy, okay? -We're going to protect you. -(Coach shouting outside) -Why? -Why? -Yeah. -Because he's my responsibility. That's why. COACH: It'll be okay, Jeremy. Come on to the window here. -Amy. -Jeremy. What has happened to Janice Heddon? Tell me so I can help you! Fuckin' cool it. Christ, man, come on. -(siren wailing) -Oh, man, you hear that? -CHARLIE: Amy! -DAVID: Is that the ambulance? There we go. Look at this. Aw, fuck 'em. It's the sheriff. COACH: Hey, boys! Hey. What's going on? COACH: Well, what's going on-- looks like the local war hero's arrived to save Jeremy Niles' ass. Is that right, John? -Put the goddamn guns away. -Ah, shit. -(cocks gun) -The fuck? -I'm not asking. -The fuck? -Take it easy, John. -Easy. -CHRIS: This ain't Iraq. Putting it down. Come on, Coach. Let's put it down. (chuckles) Fuck it. Fuck it. I'll cool out. Thank you. What the hell has gotten into y'all? Out here drunk and shit with live weapons? Somebody's going to fuck around and get killed here. Goddamn right, somebody's going to get killed. One fuckin' hair on the head of my little girl is touched by that fuckin' retard! -No, somebody will fuckin' get killed. -That's right, Coach! -Somebody will fuckin' die. -NORMAN: Mr. Sumner in there... -Stupid son of a bitch! -He's protecting his ass! -He's fuckin' Johnny fuckin'... -Fucking bullshit! This is crazy, David. I've been trying my best not to lock you up. Please don't make me do it. Oh, you want to fuckin' lock me up? Why don't you get your fuckin' ass over here and try it? Get your fuckin' black ass over here and try it. Come on. Put the guns away and calm him down. Baby, stay here. I'll handle this. We're standing around here holding our dicks wasting time. This is bullshit, man. God only knows what he did to your girl, Coach. (knocking on door) JOHN: Sumner. (groans) Mr. Sumner, you got to send Niles out. It's all going to go by the law. You have my word. I'm sorry, Sheriff, but I'm not... I'm not going to give him to you. You're with them. That's not true, Mr. Sumner. Just doing my job here. He gonna treat that scumbag like a victim, read him -his fuckin' rights. -You know he's just going to let him go. BIC: Come on, guys. Let's go around back. CHRIS: Yeah, hey, maybe we can get in through the basement. NORMAN: All right, then. Come on, let's go. You get state police up here, and I'll turn him over then. These boys aren't going to hurt him, if that's what you're worried about. They're good people. They're just concerned about Janice. You have my word. He'll be in my custody. -Behind you! -(shotgun blasts) (Amy and Jeremy screaming) CHARLIE: Coach! (shotgun blasts) CHARLIE: Coach! Jesus, Coach, what the fuck? -All right, Amy. -What the hell happened? Okay, Jeremy, um... just stay there! Stay there! -Hey, John. John, look at me. -COACH: He's dead. -AMY: David, are you okay? -COACH: He's fuckin' dead. Coach! Didn't have to fuckin' shoot him like that, man. -Amy! Stay away from the windows! -What's happening? He was going to let Jeremy Niles... AMY: David, did they shoot him? Did they shoot him? -Yes, they shot him. Yes. -David, fuck! What was I supposed to do? It's a steel door. They're not going to get in here. I need you to help me. -Oh, fuck. -I need you to help me. -Come on. Come on. -Oh, fuck. He was going to let him... Get it the fuck together, Chris! Oh, God. David... they don't work, David. Those fucking guns don't work! -Okay. -He's done something to Janice Heddon. -We don't know that. -He's done something to Janice Heddon! -We got to finish this up! -We're all accessories now. -That's the way the law works. -They saw us. I need you to help me move this. -We got a job to finish. -Man up. Fuck. They're not going to come out, guys. So we have to get in. -Get in that fucking place. -All right, Coach. -We want that pervert! -This is for your daughter. BIC: Gonna get you, boy! (men continue shouting indistinctly) (banging, glass shattering) -(grunts) -(banging) Are you okay? Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine. Listen, I'm going to hold them off. Somebody's going to come. (Amy screaming) CHRIS: That's what I'm talking about! (humming) DAVID: Come on. Come on. (shotgun blasts) David, there are five men with guns outside. I know that. How are we going to keep them out? -I can keep them out. -(shotgun blasts) -(screams) -(grunting) COACH: Every window bashed in! -Maybe we should give them Jeremy, David. -No. No... Amy. -Maybe if we just give them Jeremy... -Amy. -Amy, come here. Come here. -No! Shh. Listen to me. Niles isn't the point anymore. They've gone too far to turn back. They've murdered a man, and we're witnesses, okay? They want to kill us. They have to kill us. If they get in this house, we're dead. Do you understand? Fucking pervert! (whimpers) -Fuck! -CHARLIE: Amy, this isn't your problem. (gun cocks, fires) David. Please, David. (gun fires, bullet ricochets) Amy. (gun fires) (both grunting) Watch it. Shit! Okay. Okay. (banging) (grunting) -Come on. I need your help. -What? -Put your knee on the spring. -Where? -Come on. Come on. -Okay. (both grunting) Watch it. See the hole? Set the pin. Come on, come on, come on, come on! Come on, you're almost... (banging, shouting outside) David, I can't do this. I can't. I can't. Want you to go upstairs, get your daddy's gun and shoot anyone that's not me. -(glass shattering) -Go. Go! 1 (grunts) (glass shatters) (moaning) Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy. (men shouting in distance) Get out of there! Send him out, Mr. Sumner! Charlie! What is it? Can't get in, man. Goddamn steel door. CHARLIE: All right, let me try something. (gunshot) BIC: Whoo! Damn! Nice shot, Charlie! (panting) BIC: Whoo! NORMAN: Yeah! Suck on it, Sumner! (Jeremy moaning) BIC: Hey, man, -what we gonna do? -Step away. (gunshot) (gunshot) Okay, okay, okay. (gunshot) (sobbing) (Jeremy screaming) Amy! I'm trying to fucking help you here! You understand that? Your husband's gonna get everyone hurt! (nail gun firing) (screaming) No! No, don't! No! (nail gun firing, Chris screaming) No, no! Oh, God! Shh. -I can't-- Fuck, it's cutting me! -Hey, hey, hey! (panting) The glass is cutting my neck! (panting) I hope you slit your fucking throat. No, no, no, no, don't. (glass shatters) CHARLIE: Amy, it's gone too far! -Let's smoke him out. -Come on, Amy! -Lighter. -(lighter clicks) BIC: Gonna burn you the fuck up, man. (gunshot) COACH: How'd you like that, Harvard? Now, you send that goddamn Jeremy Niles out here, or I'm gonna kill you all! Okay, Coach. Where's my daughter at, Mr. Sumner?! Where are you, you little son of a bitch? Where are you? (groans) Fuck! You like that? I'm not fuckin' around anymore, Mr. Harvard. I don't even understand why you are protecting that monster. (screaming) Oh, my...! Oh, God! (screaming continues) (grunting) COACH: Goddamn it! (Coach screaming) Oh, goddamn it! Motherfucker! (Coach screaming, grunting) Man, oh, my God. Son of a bitch. (zydeco version of "Release Me" blaring over stereo) COACH: I'm gonna kill him myself. You have my word! BIC: Fuck you think you are? -Look at that. -That little weasel. That conniving motherfucker! I'm gonna kill that fucker! -Shit. -That son of a... (song continues) # Release me # Oh, won't you let me go? # Because I... Son of a bitch got some man in him after all. # I don't love you anymore... All right, let's end this. -Yeah. -That's it. -Let's get him, Charlie. -Run the truck in. Gonna ram the house. Let's go. COACH: Goddamn fucking Harvard! David! I'll kill him myself. They're gonna ram the house! (truck engine revving) AMY: Did you hear me?! I heard you. # Release me Get in there, Charlie. Yeah. Ram that fucker! Come on, right through it! (Coach grunts) Amy? BIC: Get in there, Charlie. Come on, gun it! -COACH: Come on, go! -(gunshot) Get away from the window! -Amy! -(Amy screams) (truck rams house) If they come through that door, we're gonna need those bullets. Okay, don't waste the bullets. COACH: Come on! Go, go! Everything's gonna be all right. (truck rams house) (door closes) (truck engine revving) She loves me. (whispers): Oh, God. She loves me. # Gonna run you down... (fire whooshes) (men groaning) My head. Charlie, wake up. Charlie, wake up! (gunshot, Coach screaming) (pumps shotgun) Stay in the truck. (Coach yells) You shouldn't have done that. (gun clicks empty) # Release me # (gun clatters on floor) (Bic grunting) (grunts) (panting) (music ends) Your gun's empty. You sure? (Amy screaming) David! Shut up! Jeremy! Get off her! Fucking asshole! Get off her! All right, enough, enough! Enough! Don't fucking move. How 'bout it, Amy? Want some more? Don't. That's not why we're here, Norman. Gonna put a fucking gun on me, Charlie? Hey. Take it easy. Put it... Put it down, Norman. Hey. We-We shouldn't have guns on each other. All right, huh? I'll put this down. (uncocks gun) (cocks gun) All right. You make the call then, quarterback. (grunts) (pumps shotgun) (David yells) (both grunting) (panting) (groaning) (grunts) (panting) (yells) (groans) (groans) All right, stand up. Don't you give up on me. Stand up. Come on. Huh? (grunts) You couldn't just let him go, could you? You want your glasses? Go ahead and put them on. I want you to see what's coming to you. (cocks gun) (shotgun pumps) Put it down, Charlie. Can I ask you a question, baby? Is that the shotgun from upstairs? Mm-hmm. (panting) It's empty. Honey, don't be scared. I'm gonna protect you. (gasps) (gagging) (gurgling) (sighs softly) (panting) (fire crackling) (David sighs) I got 'em all. (sirens wailing in distance) www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2015