01x06 - House Show

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Previously on Heels

Right over there, we're

gonna have three people

from the South Georgia

State Fair Commission.

If they like what they see,

about a month from now,

y'all are gonna be performing

for 10,000 folks.

Jack's ego is gonna be

the downfall of the DWL.

Your life ain't so perfect.

And that daughter

you can't f*ckin' stand

too bad I wasn't around to pay

for that abortion too.

Tricia's my new valet.

Why are you doing this?

It's nothing personal. It's business.

Now, before we get started,

I got something important I wanna

I have a confession to make.

I been cheatin' on you with Bobby Pin.

You do not get to change things.

Hey! Hey!

Ace has just injured a fellow wrestler.

And that's why I challenge

- Jack and Ace

- m*therf*cker.

for the DWL championship belt

in a three-way ladder match.

Willie, we got the fair.

And the score's gone final in St. Louis,

15 to three, the Braves

losing to the Cardinals

for the third night in a row.

We'll send it to Ted in the studio

for all the lowlights from this one

after these message

Yo, do me a favor.

Can you finish up that hallway?

Yeah, yeah, I got it.

Jack wrestled well tonight.

Man, we are losing money.

We are losing so much f*ckin' money.

I'm such a f*ckin' failure.

You built an incredible place

where so many people find joy.

Not anymore.

It ain't how you played

the game, Willie.

It's the score at the end.

Check the scoreboard, what's it say?

Says I f*ckin' lost.

I still struggle with the realization

that I have to integrate the damage

of the mistakes of my former life,

the drinking life,

the things I said and did,

with the day-to-day

good guy living and striving

I got to do now without hating myself.

Because the yearning and the hopeful

and achieving me, knows

all about his mistakes,

still got to do stuff.

Can't be weighed down

constantly so I'm useless.

But my tendency is

to misremember my mistakes

or make like they weren't as impactful

'cause they don't fit

the current mold of me

being a good dude.

Thing is, if I forget them,

diminish them,

if I don't use them as, you know,

fertilizer for a better me,

I'm liable to revert

to the same terrible impulses,

same terrible outcomes.

Have gratitude for your regrets.

They're there to remind you

to be a better version of yourself.

After leader shares,

we have anniversaries.

Today we have one,

and Diane has one year.

- Let's go, Diane!

- Diane, come on!

- Let's go, Diane!

- Yes!

Let's go, Diane! Let's go, Diane!

Let's go, Diane! Let's go, Diane!

Let's go, Diane! Let's go, Diane!

Let's go, Diane!

Hey, Jack, it's Constance Garrity

from the South Georgia

State Fair Commission.

I wanted to get your thoughts

on how we might increase ticket sales

for the appearance of the DWL.

Preshow sales are tracking way behind

from where we were last year

for both "The Houdini Extravaganza"

and the "Second City Circus".

So not to be alarmed,

people do love magic and the circus,

but we'd really like to connect

on how to goose ticket sales,

so when you get a chance,

could you give me a call

so we can scheme?

I'm not worried yet,

but I'm getting there.

Okay, thank you. Have a great day.

This is my song for you ♪

This is my song, little one ♪

- This song is for ♪

- g*dd*mn keys.

Mornin'.

Every single day.

Jack, check your coat out here.

I got these Tile things

so when keys seem lost,

they aren't really.

Hey, come hear my song for Baby Shelby.

Uh, can it-can it wait for tonight?

- I gotta work.

- Well, that'll be the encore

since you're gonna hear it

today at her baptism.

It's on your phone calendar.

There's a barbecue after.

Don't worry, I already got a present.

I gotta meet Willie.

I gotta do a podcast.

Postpone Willie.

I can't. She called in a favor.

Postpone the podcast.

I gotta sell 10,000 tickets

to a state fair,

and I needed to get it done,

like, yesterday.

Dad, wanna practice cornhole?

They're gonna have it at the party.

Uh, you know what, buddy?

I gotta work, but at the party,

you and I are gonna take on

all comers, okay?

- Get it.

- Okay.

Ace is Baby Shelby's godfather.

First song I wrote since

our wedding song, by the way.

I will be there.

I will hear your song,

and I will bite my tongue

when Ace promises to reject the devil

on Baby Shelby's behalf.

Did you pack proper church clothes?

I can't cancel this podcast.

Nice toss, buddy.

This guy d*ck Valentino's

coming in from Atlanta.

Podcast has huge numbers.

He'd trash me if I blew him off.

Jack, do what you gotta do.

Just remember,

for the people who love you,

all you really gotta do

is show up on their big days.

Being on time helps,

but blowin' them off doesn't.

Okay.

Thanks for starting without me.

Sorry, man. I just got a text.

I gotta be elsewhere in about an hour.

- Mm.

- Morning, sir.

- Something to drink?

- Yeah, let me get

a Diet Coke with a lemon, please.

No worries, I have to get back

to a christening, anyway.

Oh, nice, man.

World needs more believers.

I believe that I am building

an independent wrestling promotion

that has no equal.

I'm on my way. I want you on that way.

Okay, well, I haven't seen you

around the DWL in a while.

I got YouTube. I got it

right here on my phone.

Plenty of DWL clips

that prove that you're

their best wrestler.

Apocalypse is pretty damn good.

Jack has nobody who can

meet your kind of skills.

Jack is a dictator,

but he is legit good,

and Ace was being scouted for a reason.

Oh, Ace.

Ace is just a tall blond bro

that dumb women wanna f*ck, okay?

Fuckability's got a short shelf life.

Take it from somebody who's

gotta rub testosterone gel

into his armpits every morning.

Thank you.

The DWL is on a respirator, pal.

And f*ck Jack.

Why do you wanna end Jack so bad?

Because I don't like

when people talk sh*t

about my promotion.

It actually affects my promotion.

So I get it. You're after

me to get to him.

No, I'm after you because

my audience will eat you up.

Oh, you are laying it on pretty thick.

Dude, you know what I know?

You should be a star.

And right now, you aren't one.

Now, again, I apologize.

I'm sorry I made this so brief.

Thank you for coming out.

Money talks.

Bullshit does too.

Why don't you come wrestle

with me in Jacksonville

and decide for yourself whether

my bullshit is worth your time?

Because Jack's hasn't been.

Won't ever be.

Thank you so much.

- Gully.

- Yeah?

Opportunity is opportunity

and money is money,

but if you ever drop cash on me

like I'm some B-team

stripper from Follies,

I promise you a dance with the devil

that your ass won't be around

to leave the f*ckin' tip.

Jesus Christ!

Don't whip up some

imaginary disrespect thing

when I came here

to tell you you're great

and I threw $1,000 on the table

to indicate my interest.

I don't go to strip clubs

because I respect women,

so I don't know how they

throw money around down there.

But if you come work for me,

I will put all your money

in a big f*ckin' manila envelope,

I will wrap it in a bow,

and I will show you loyalty

the likes of which

you've never seen before.

But don't tough guy me.

Doesn't take muscles to be

an effective tough guy.

Just takes a quick temper

and a big family to back you up.

And on that, the Irish, we got

a massive f*ckin' head start.

Pick that sh*t up, Kevin.

Let's go!

You got my number! Call me!

Hey, I owe you one, Randy.

You got it.

Clearly, the setup

for the state fair will be different,

but this is what 10,000 looks like.

This is why we drove out here, Willie?

We drove out here to discreetly obtain

South Georgia University's

alumni email list.

You were late. I was not.

How much Randy hustle you for this?

Nothing. He likes me.

Not much as I do. Thank you.

We can fill it. I'll make sure.

You gotta decide about Bill.

Don't really have much of a choice.

I mean, you always have a choice.

He cut a promo in our ring

like he was a g*dd*mn plant.

Biggest pop I've heard in the Dome

in the past f*ckin' century,

and if you tell me

how to walk that one back, I'm all ears.

Okay, well, I don't know

how you walk it forward.

What the hell, Jack?

Bill sneaks in the ring

and now he's running things?

When's the last time he wrestled?

He's dangerous, Jack.

He's a drunk and a pill popper

and a terrible human

I told you I don't want

anywhere near us.

Your dad would never take this gamble.

My dad built a Coliseum

that was so g*dd*mn expensive

that he buckled.

- Yeah, okay, well

- Right?

He left me holding the bag, right?

And now I'm trying to fix

- what he f*cked up.

- I wasn't

And thank you very much for

bringing up my dad for a second.

If we're gonna talk about pride and ego

and all the different ways

that the DWL never became

what he wanted,

why do you think that was?

Do you think it was

a world-class allergy

towards input?

Right, because I-I think

that my dad's Achilles' heel

was more along the lines

of a reflexive f*ckin' readiness

to wallow in self-pity anytime

anyone hurt his feelings.

Now say that like

you've thought about it.

Tom was complicated,

but Tom was a great man.

Look, he built something out of nothing,

and it launched Bill.

And Bill barely ever even

acknowledged what your dad

and the DWL did for him

despite getting his start here.

More than a start.

Bill could never show up.

Not for one night, not for one

f*ckin' exhibition to chip off

just a little piece of his fame

for us while we struggled.

Bill forgot us.

But now, in the midst

of his well-f*ckin'-earned desperation,

he wants to help us

and you wanna bank on him?

You wanna f*ckin' rely on Bill?

Bill Hancock's the only wrestler

who ever came out of Duffy

and made a f*ckin' name for himself.

And now we can use him

to build back up the league

to make it what we want,

what my dad wanted.

So we just forgive and forget?

Nobody said forgive. Nobody said forget.

I'm trying to do business here,

and you were the one

who told me to ask Bill

for help and take my emotions out of it.

So which one is it, Willie?

Your dad saw the potential

in Bill as a wrestler.

I saw the potential in Bill as a person.

Your dad was right. I wasn't.

I told you what he said to me.

I told Ace our dad knew he was home

when he sh*t himself.

Ace told me I was gonna

k*ll myself just like our dad.

People say stupid sh*t, Willie.

We're-we're in the business

of bringing entertainment to the masses,

and Bill brings a whole lot

of mass to the masses.

He brings so much more than that.

I can handle it.

Not sure I can or will.

- Looking good, Bobby.

- Hey.

Yeah, itching to start physical therapy.

Yeah, you'll come back stronger.

Yeah, thanks.

Trying to see it as a gift.

There's a lot of time to think now.

You know what I've been

thinking about lately?

When will Jesus come back?

Nah, I ain't never thinking about that.

Your name's Apocalypse.

Nicknamed after the movie.

- Uh-huh.

- My dad was in Vietnam.

Oh, making a movie? That's dope.

No, he-he was in Vietnam.

Doing what?

The f*ck you mean, "Doing what?"

I'm asking a question.

You said after the movie.

I was named after the movie.

What movie?

Apocalypse Now.

- What's it about?

- The Vietnam f*ckin' w*r!

Oh, sorry, I'm some kind of douchebag

that doesn't know

about every f*cking w*r.

You graduated high school.

Not with flying colors.

It was a bad w*r. We lost.

Respect. That's the sh*t, man.

Not really. He was just a cook.

A fat-ass f*ckin' fat assh*le of a cook.

He served, so to speak,

but he didn't serve, serve.

Plus, he was a real prick my whole life.

Mm.

But I guess when you father a kid at 58,

you're probably tired.

Look, man, the Apocalypse,

that thing that you are not named after,

that's what happens when the world ends.

That's why I brought up Jesus.

I thought that that was the Rapture.

No, no, no. That's for believers.

Believers go straight to heaven.

Then Jesus comes back

and judges the rest, you know.

This has got nothing to do with

what I'm trying to talk about.

I gotta watch more documentaries.

Gotta learn more sh*t.

I got this new robe

from Jack and Ace's mom.

Flashy and shiny, huh?

- Yeah.

- Whoo. Talented lady.

Yeah, but this inside material,

this sateen-like sh*t,

hurts my f*ckin' nipples.

Oh. Get Blistex.

It's, like, the enemy of chafing.

No, Blistex is gonna leave a stain.

I was thinking.

I got no idea why men got nipples.

- Ooh. I never thought about it.

- You should.

It's on your body, and you got

no idea what it do.

This is a legit inquiry.

That's what I'm saying.

Milk ain't in 'em.

Ain't coming out of 'em.

Why are they there?

Well, maybe it's an evolution thing.

Like how you got grown-up teeth

above your baby teeth, right?

Awaiting the call.

Yeah, you know, my mom

still has all of my baby teeth

in a little purse on the nightstand.

- Yeah, moms are the best.

- Yeah.

Oh, that's it.

Maybe God knew that one day,

women would be, like,

running the workplace, right?

And there'd be more stay-at-home dads.

So men got nipples not just in case of,

like, a total gender revolution

but also in case of emergency, man.

Like a famine, right? Or a plague?

Or what if all the women

are out fighting

in some new Vietnam,

getting their bodies

blown to bits so democracy

could survive like men

used to do, only now

all the future men

need to be home, right?

Bursting with nourishment

from their nipples, dude!

- That would be so cool.

- Yeah.

To have little kids

sucking on your nipples.

Yeah. Yeah, right?

Hey, y'all have got to be

the most brain-damaged

individuals I have ever met.

And I've met some

demented m*therf*ckers.

I mean, I've dated demented people,

I've helped demented people,

and I've fought demented people,

and if those demented people were here,

they would rejoice in

knowing that there exist

far more demented people than they are.

Break!

Don't go easy on the birthday boy!

Hey, would you let 'em

play without coaching?

You're either coaching,

or you're letting it happen.

Hut, hut, hike!

I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready.

Whoo-hoo! That's my boy!

Way to chuck it, Ace!

See what you did there, son?

You threw it to where he's running.

That's the thinking, kiddo!

- Yeah, Ace has got a cannon, eh, Dad?

- Oh-ho!

Dan Marino times two, Jackie boy!

Ha-ha!

Hut, hike!

Oh.

Yes!

Whoo-hoo!

Instincts, Jack. You can't teach that.

Hey, his footwork's

even better than yours was.

Yeah, strong, athletic, handsome.

- g*dd*mn.

- Cocky as hell.

Confident, Jack. Poised and confident!

That kid's got flair.

Look at the proud papa.

Let's see it again, guys!

Twenty-four! Thirty-seven!

Come on!

No, I won't be late.

Yes, tell Melanie

I'll wear a f*cking tie.

What's up, godfather?

Nothing, just sitting here

thinking about what a bad

judge of character you are,

having me be the backstop

to your child's religious upbringing.

Uh, on that note, uh,

I need you to say a few words

during the ceremony.

The f*ck kind of words?

Uh, something about baptisms

and babies and sh*t.

I-I'm not sure. Just church words.

Hey, you said my role was ceremonial.

Yes, and the ceremony is today.

Mel told me to tell you,

like, a week ago,

but-but I must have taken

too many chairs to the head

and-and forgot.

But, uh, you just gotta kick it off

and introduce the congregation

to the baby.

Bro, I barely know the baby!

There's nothing to know.

But-but you do know church.

You-you've been going your whole life.

But I haven't paid attention very much!

Look, it's just a few words

off the cuff, all right?

You're a wrestler. Just-just riff.

Talking sh*t in the ring

is very different

than riffing in church.

No. Good versus evil.

Crowds in the stands,

dudes in funny costumes.

Just don't power-b*mb the pastor.

Ugh, after what happened with Bobby,

I don't know if I should be

giving any speeches.

Number one, don't expect it to be great.

Number two, go f*ck yourself.

Will do.

You got this, God-daddy.

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, Mama, you all right?

Yeah.

Take these bags to the car, please?

This is Dad's stuff.

It's taking up too much space.

You can't just throw out Dad's stuff.

I'm not throwing it out.

I'm donating it.

What if I want some of it?

He left it to me.

Hey, what's going on?

Just waiting to head

over to the christening, you?

Yeah, I gotta do

a little interview thing first.

Why are there so many cars

in the parking lot?

Rented to a jewelry show.

Hey, Jack, I wanted to rap

with you about, um,

where I'm slotted at in the fair.

Sure thing. Can it wait

'til the barbecue?

Sure. Sure can.

Hey, and, uh-uh, just to

No, no, I get it. I get it.

Places to be, baby.

If you're gonna smoke, can you

do it in the back, please?

You're one of our faces.

We got fans in there buying jewelry.

I was thinking about quitting anyway.

- Hey, Jack.

- Yeah?

Bill's in the office.

Course he is.

Feet off my desk, Bill.

You gonna thr*aten to b*at me up again?

No, I'm gonna make good on the thr*at

from the first time,

but I got some business

to attend to, so you just sit tight.

I saw Dickie Valentino.

f*ck you say to him?

I said, "Welcome to the DWL, d*ck.

Bet when you were born,

your parents never imagined

your name would be

synonymous with cock".

He laughed. We're old acquaintances.

Jack, the state fair's

only a month away.

Fans are blowing up my socials.

Barstool wants to promote my comeback.

Came to tell you I'm all in.

You and me, we can grow the DWL

into something compelling,

something beautiful, a new story.

We don't need your help right now.

When you were on top,

my daddy needed your help,

and you offered f*ckin' nothin'!

That's the compelling story.

Zero f*ckin' gratitude.

Our friendship had more nuance

than you've been told.

You dad never asked for help.

Couldn't stomach that

I got picked and he didn't.

And I did come back to help

before I got fired.

Came back to give Ace

a chance at the big time.

You view it differently,

but come on, man.

There's a hundred Ace Spades

from Oklahoma

to the Florida Panhandle alone.

I had a g*dd*mn golden ticket

to give to your brother.

We know how that went.

But f*ck it. Let's rise up together.

Make this thing great!

Great in a way it never was!

After the f*ckin' screw job

you pulled last weekend,

how am I supposed to trust you?

'Cause that was inspired.

And without me, there's

nothing to talk about.

I got the state fair

following me on Instagram,

but there's a year's worth

of promotion and prep

if we're gonna put this thing over.

I'm promoting it just fine.

With Dickie Valentino's podcast?

I wrestled that douchebag

back in Atlanta.

Fucker broke my wrist

in an "I quit" match.

Guy's a snake.

Reckon you know one, being one.

Watch your back is all.

There's gonna be no talking

about the state fair

'til you talk to Willie.

f*ck's she still wound up about?

- Hey, d*ck.

- Hey, Jack!

Sorry that I'm late.

I forgot we had this little

old lady show going on.

That's all right.

There's a lot of fine

craftsmanship here.

The lady in the corner

has got a sweet booth.

Check this out. Sapphire and silver.

Can we record in my office?

Hey, Willie. You got a sec?

Hey, Ted.

Afternoon, Crystal.

Beautiful day for a beautiful ceremony.

Why don't you go in and

grab us a good seat, right?

One in the back so we can

slip out when it goes too long.

- All right.

- What is it?

Uh, listen, I-I really

don't wanna bother Jack.

Bother him. That's his job.

I was just curious, uh, if he told you

what my role at the fair was gonna be.

Told you last week to ask him.

I know I'm-I'm probably not

Ace's valet anymore,

and Bobby's gonna be out

for God knows how long,

so I just feel like I don't

really have a place right now.

Sounds like you already got your answer.

Whose fault is that?

Fault-fault about what?

If you're gone, it's your fault,

Miss Ad-libber. You did this.

I didn't mean for Bobby to get hurt.

I don't wanna be Dragon Lady here

'cause I know we women,

we gotta stick together

in a rotten old world

run by idiotic men,

but you decided you didn't

like what was written,

so you decided to change it.

You lit the match.

Don't be pretending

you don't know how fire works,

'cause you do, darling.

And by now, you should also know

we all just answer to Jack Spade.

Oh, man, my foot is cold.

You should've wore a sock.

Let's talk about this main event.

Appears to my eyes like

Wild Bill is back in the mix.

That has yet to be decided.

I think his actions

in the ring decided it, Jack.

Folks around here, they're invested.

He laid down some pretty wild att*cks,

and Jack Spade doesn't let

fighting words go unanswered.

Yeah, he used some

of those fighting words

against your brother,

Ace Spade, as well.

So Ace, he's got to be

in the main event.

It's all still percolating.

Percolating?

What the hell are we

promoting here, Jack?

Seems to me like there's a beef

brewing between you brothers.

I'm sure you remember

from your wrestling days, d*ck,

that when you've had the belt

as long as I have or you did,

people gonna att*ck you from all angles.

Even your own kin.

Which is what's gonna make this

state fair so darn expl*sive.

Depending on who's in it.

The problem is,

I can't tell my listeners,

d*ck Valentino's listeners,

who's in the main event.

It seems to me neither can you.

I got the belt.

You can tell 'em I'm in it.

This past fall, Jack,

your promotion gained a level

of Internet infamy when you

defeated your brother, Ace,

in 15 seconds with a hold

that appeared to these eyes

to be really painful.

And then Ace burst into tears.

Now, your daddy, King Spade,

was known around these

parts as a great wrestler,

but he also had a tenuous

grasp on his composure,

and that brought with it a great sense

of real danger to the ring.

Come clean with me, Jack.

You got some of your old man's anger?

I thought we were here to talk

about the future of the DWL.

We got an hour, Jack. We'll get there.

Now, this is just me,

just thinking out loud.

Remembering your father, well, he was

I'm just gonna say it.

Your father, Tom, he was one

tough somebitch, Jack.

Always had to have things his way.

So when I get the news that

your father kills himself

I'm not f*ckin' talking about that.

My apologies for cussing.

It's okay, Jack. It's a podcast.

You ever listen to my podcast?

I never miss it.

It's called "No Questions Barred"

for a reason

because I use my platform

to get people to care.

They support me

because I tell them the truth

about this business we all love,

but also about its cost.

Your father's death and

how it made you feel,

that's interesting to my listeners.

It's not interesting to me.

This is my song for you ♪

This is my song, little one ♪

This song is for beginnings ♪

You don't know much ♪

But you'll get there ♪

Soon ♪

I can smell what you had for breakfast.

You never told me

she could sing like that.

I did tell you. A million times, I did.

When I first saw you ♪

Oh, sh*t.

You were perfect to me ♪

God damn it.

You made me love the mornings ♪

They're nothing like ♪

They used to be ♪

Today we welcome baby Shelby

into a life infused with God's love.

God wants you to feel his love,

and he wants you to flourish.

Let's all pause for a moment

and reflect on a time

when God's love has

helped you to flourish.

And now the godparents

would like to say a few words.

Ace, we'll start with you.

Uh, Jim asked me to, uh,

say a few words a while ago or so.

Uh, Jim and I have known

each other since grade school,

more specifically

grade school detention.

Uh, we've been inseparable

ever since we were kids, and

now Mel and Jim are

baptizing their own kid.

Baptism is a lifelong journey.

Um, a winding road of, uh,

mistake making and learning and growing.

You know, if you're a lot like

this congregation and

especially me, uh, you're gonna stumble,

you're gonna get scuffed up,

and you're gonna wrestle

with some demons.

Some real, some imagined,

some put upon you, and

some you put upon yourself.

Shelby this is the start

of your story,

a story that says you gotta inherit

a lot of original bad stuff.

But we wash that off today.

Know that if you make a mistake,

it don't mean you can't

keep turning the page,

revising your story,

saying your sorries, and starting anew.

I mean, that's what life's about, right?

Writing a story

we could all be proud of.

Even if it's got some bad

or boring chapters in it.

Like it or not, you're a part

of the Duffy story now.

The Duffy family.

I can't wait to watch you grow up.

Folks, uh, I present to you,

Shelby Warren Kitchen.

Aw, welcome, sweetheart.

Welcome to the world.

All right, Thomas. Nice and easy.

- All right, easy.

- Just a nice, easy toss.

Let's go, Thomas!

- Oh!

- Oh, nice sh*t.

That was a great share the other day.

Thank you, Annie.

It's so great to have you with us.

Thank you.

I was worried you wouldn't show.

I mean, what's a baptism

without a super awkward godfather?

Hey, you did good, all right?

Did bad to that poor fucker.

I saw. f*ck happened?

He got his leg broke.

I know that.

Hey, he-he's a good dude.

You, uh, apologize to him?

Come on, Ace. It's me.

That dude got f*cked up bad,

and-and you can't tell me

that's what Jack wrote to happen.

Ma'am, here you go.

You're welcome.

Mm. You look sad.

Willie said your broken leg is my fault.

- What?

- She's right.

No, it was no one's fault but mine.

I went off-script.

I provoked a volatile person.

I-I'm sorry, Bobby.

I-I'm really sorry that I did that.

Look, if you wanna get

in the ring with the big boys,

you're gonna run the risk

of things not going your way.

No, I shouldn't have lit the match.

Well, you shouldn't even

be a valet anymore.

I mean, you gotta bulk up a little bit,

but it's nothing a couple protein shakes

and a lot of grilled chicken can't fix.

Deep down, you're a wrestler.

Jack and Willie don't think so.

Yeah, well, you know,

my mom always says,

"You're under no obligation

to accept someone else's

assessment of you".

I wish your mom was my mom.

No, 'cause then we'd be related.

You want another beer?

No, I got it. I got it.

- Thank you.

- I'll be right back.

They say the facial recognition

software is better,

but I-I don't see

any reason to upgrade

- Hey there. Hey, Pastor.

- Hey, Jack.

- That was a lovely sermon.

- Oh, thank you.

What part did you enjoy most?

Well, had to be Staci's song.

I heard that it was great.

Uh, sadly, um, I-I had

some business to attend to.

The DWL never sleeps.

I hear congratulations are in order.

The state fair, huh? That's big stuff.

You know, I've been going

since I was a kid.

I saw all the big acts there.

Well, tell me, what

does it take to pull off

an event like that

on such a massive scale?

Blood, sweat,

and enlisting the help

of terrible people

who may undermine your hard work.

Well, that just sounds

like running a church.

I'm already thinking

way past the state fair,

which, of course, is a great

opportunity for brand exposure.

But we got the talent,

but you gotta you gotta

print new merchandise, and, you know,

sometimes you gotta

spend money to make money.

Hmm.

Well, church folks like me, we just beg.

There it is. We're not too dissimilar.

Excuse me. I need a refill.

Staci, that was just so great.

Oh, thank you, Annie,

for always saying that.

- You got the voice of an angel.

- Thank you, Eddie.

And he would know that if he

ever came to church with me.

People buy cars on Sunday, dear.

Not all day.

Oh, dadgummit.

Hey, Bobby, uh, I got this, man.

- Oh, man. Thank you.

- What do you want?

- That'd be great.

- Just leave that stuff.

I appreciate it.

Uh, just, uh, some chicken

and ribs would be great.

- And then some corn.

- Okay. Okay.

That's perfect. Thank you, man.

- That it, or

- And, uh,

just some ranch sauce,

if you don't mind.

On the corn or

Oh, just, like, uh, everything.

- Even the barbecue?

- Oh, yeah.

- Okay, tell me when.

- Mm-hmm.

When. Perfect.

- Okay.

- Thanks, man.

Uh, I you know,

I'll take this to the table.

Oh, thank you, man. Appreciate it.

Hey, Bobby, uh

I-I-I I'm sorry.

Just I'm sorry. No excuses. I'm sorry.

No worries.

Look, man, if I could go back and

Yeah, no need.

You know, it's a new day.

It's all good.

But thank you.

Hey.

Hey, Crystal.

Ace.

Uh, nice words today for the baby.

Thanks. Yeah.

She's a, uh she's a great baby.

Really is.

That's a lot of ranch.

Uh, it's-it's Bobby's.

I like ranch.

I can take it.

- Thanks, man.

- Yeah, man.

- Uh, hey, Jack.

- Hey, Rooster.

How'd the podcast go?

Shitty.

Well, I was wondering if you, uh,

settled up on a lineup for the fair.

I would love to throw my name

in the hat for the main event.

Now, you know I will deliver.

- Didn't say you wouldn't.

- Haven't said I will.

Rooster, it's seeming

to me we just keep

we keep having the same conversation.

Actually, Jack, it seems the same,

but each time, it's a little different.

You enjoy your night.

What the f*ck? Jesus Christ.

Ted lines up for his

final toss of the game.

Oh, wait, wait, wait,

wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

I wanna watch! I wanna watch!

Come on, Mama. Come on.

Okay, here we go. Here we go.

Lining up his sh*t.

Yeah! That's my man!

That is a motherfuckin' sh*t, man!

Yeah, while you were

no doubt playing real sports,

I was drinking and playing cornhole.

Thank you guys for coming. Take care!

Oof, I think both of my arms are asleep.

Hey, let me take her.

Please. I would love you forever.

Hi.

So this is your life now.

By design, my friend.

It's by design.

You ever find yourself missing

Wrestling? No.

Uh, I mean, I miss you and the guys,

but, uh, I reckon I never

felt more like myself.

Hey, y'all mind if I

just hold her for a second?

You're her godfather, for Christ's sake!

You mind if I

Uh, yeah.

- Just careful.

- Yep. Yeah.

- Here.

- Oh, okay.

Here.

Is this how I'm supposed to, uh

Watch her head and neck.

We-we need her brain to work.

She's the future.

She's so sleepy. She's beautiful.

Hey! Fireflies.

Thomas, for your science project.

Maybe we can all go out there

together and get some.

Nah, there'll be some tomorrow.

If he doesn't want to

It's supposed to rain tomorrow.

It's your project, buddy. Grab a jar.

I almost got one!

Look at you. Good job, baby.

Wow! Good one, Mom.

Saw some.

Oh!

Come on, Mom! Hurry!

I got it. I got it!

Got one!

Ugh.

Catching a cold?

You know, I would've thought

after you were up there

preaching today,

"bless you" might have been

a knee-jerk reaction to a sneeze.

Bless you.

I'm really sorry for

ad-libbing at the match.

I shouldn't have done that.

Crystal.

I shouldn't have been mean to you.

I shouldn't have.

You got a real good thing going

in the ring and in life.

It's special.

Like you.

And I'm

Yeah.

No, you can't stay later.

Yes, I saw your text.

You think using a tampon

makes you a grown woman, act like one.

Being a grown woman means

getting used to being told

to do something you don't wanna do,

dealing with the frustration that comes

when you realize you're not

in a position to change it,

and then absorbing that

in the hopes that you can

transform it into something

more useful later.

I'm leaving the Dome now.

I expect you to be home

when I get there.

Tell Amber's mother I said hello.

Hey.

f*ck, man! f*ck.

Saw your car in the lot.

I don't give a f*ck. You can't just

What the f*ck, man?

Texted you a few times.

Don't care.

Left you a couple messages.

Didn't listen.

Came by earlier, but you were gone.

You came by to kiss up to Jack.

Will you relay something to Ted?

He's got a phone. Call him.

Look, it wasn't right, what I said.

Wow.

Wow what?

That's how you're gonna put it?

Yeah. It was not right.

Well, anyone can tell you

it was not right.

It not being right is

an indisputable f*ckin' fact.

- Yeah.

- Yeah. And?

And?

I'm not sure what that look is.

State your purpose for being here.

- I wanted to see you.

- For what purpose?

Uh

Are you trying to say you're sorry?

- Yes.

- Then say it.

I said what I said was not right.

That's a statement about the past.

If you wanna apologize

in the present, then do it.

I mean, sh*t, what I said was not right.

It was a terrible thing to say.

I've let my life get

a bit out of control.

Don't shift to self-pity. Your

your behavior,

where you go to impulsively

you need to reflect on that

with deep f*ckin' concern.

It's ugly. Scary.

Oh, that's something, coming from you.

You never scared easily.

That's 'cause you're a sn*per

in your own right.

But that's what I like

about you, Willie.

Don't f*ckin' touch me.

A long time ago, when you were here

and we were more

familiar with one another,

you were more open to being kind.

Not anymore.

f*ck off.

Willie.

Willie.

I am sorry.

I would like to say I have no idea

why I said those things,

but I have an idea.

I seem to enjoy unraveling people.

Worked for me in business

but not really in life.

I'm sorry for what I said

and how it hurt you.

Piling up new words on top of old words

can't make the old words unsaid.

Right.

It's just

I've been simmering

on some sh*t for far too long,

and I figure it's time

for some divulging.

Not to deflect.

To shade things in.

I think I

no, I know I

Spit it the f*ck out!

I was kind back-back when

I was here a long time ago.

I was kind then because I loved you.

And I thought you loved me.

Then one day you just dropped me.

Decided I was a dead end.

And it crushed me.

It-it f*ckin' crushed me.

Sorry that wasn't spit out faster.

It took, what,

sh*t, a couple decades

to consolidate into a cogent thought.

Tom was being scouted. He asked.

We were all here building

something together.

Opportunity came to you and Tom,

and you both decided, without me,

that it was a better bet

you being Tom's valet

when you're already mine.

You thought I didn't have

what it took to go all the way.

Clearly, I was wrong.

But then you kicked

me out of your bed

and that hurt worse.

And I was like, "f*ck it.

That's what you want.

You're wrong, but f*ck it".

And I hung on to it.

I hung on to it real, real good.

I'm sorry about all that.

Thank you.

But I guess piling up new words

on top of old words

can't make the old words unsaid,

even if the word is "sorry".

Or can it?

Don't go getting f*ckin' witty.

If you think the two things

are the same, they aren't.

I'm just trying to apologize.

I hurt you long ago. I'm sorry.

But I thought I

I thought the action,

the f*ckin' action

speaking louder than words

of me letting you stay in my home

and keeping your f*ckin' sh*t there

and trying to be a f*ckin' oasis to you

in the midst of all your

other chaos was, I thought

an indication

that I, as a grown, adult woman

wanted to be there for you

in your life as a friend.

Despite the stupid decision

I made to be Tom's valet

when I knew it would lead

to us breaking up.

I appreciate that. Have. Well, I do.

But my daughter had nothing to do

with what I did or said to you.

That's why I'm apologizing.

You may hang up or press one

for more options.

Hey, Gully. It's Rooster.

I'm in.

Those things gonna survive?

Don't know. It's an experiment.

I'm sorry I missed your song.

Me too.

How'd all your stuff go?

Uh, it-it went okay.

Trying to navigate

whether to bring Bill in

for the state fair.

I got a sh*t ton of tickets to sell.

I don't like that man.

I don't like what he brings out

in me or you or anyone.

What if he brings out a crowd?

Some things may not cost

what they appear to cost

'til it's too late.

I'm boxed in here. I gotta sell tickets.

I gotta figure out who wins.

I gotta write the script.

It is what it is, Jack.

Every week, who's gonna win?

Who's gonna lose?

- You just want us to win.

- I just want us to stop

having the same f*ckin' conversation.

Well, I didn't know

we had a limit on them.

I didn't know when I said,

"Don't get a gerbil",

you'd turn around and tell

Thomas he could get one

and then a gerbil f*ckin' shows up.

Hey, Staci, it's just a gerbil.

It's not just a gerbil, Jack.

It's me expressing something to you,

you ignoring it, and deciding

you don't give a f*ckin' sh*t about me.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- No whoa.

You said you'd handle

the squirrels; you didn't.

I put the christening on the calendar;

you scheduled other sh*t.

I say no gerbil; voilà, f*ckin' gerbil.

I spent two hours trying to catch

that stupid f*ckin' desert rat

after Thomas dropped it,

and you couldn't catch fireflies

for two precious seconds.

I'm

I'm sorry about the gerbil,

the squirrels,

and the fireflies.

Jack, I think I just want

part of our life to be

proceeding towards something unified.

Are we talking about Machu Picchu?

No.

It's about me. I need

I need a thing.

Our family's a thing.

It's a great thing.

It can be a great thing and still

Yes, when I'm with you and Thomas

and we're doing stuff,

like, the three of us,

I feel like I know who I am.

I'm in a family.

And whenever we're doing stuff

like going to church

or-or fishing or being

outside catching fireflies

that they're probably

gonna suffocate in a jar,

I feel like I

I feel like I'm building something,

an amazing family, yet it

Lately, it's like I'm just observing.

And yes, it's supporting you,

but I don't wanna feel like

it's all I can do,

just observe and support.

It's not.

I admire that you know what you wanna do

and that you do what you gotta do

in between what you wanna do

because you love us.

And I appreciate

all you're doing to provide,

but I don't think I'm made out

to just be a spectator.

Me neither.

I don't feel

I don't feel remarkable.

Well, you are.

And you're kind,

compassionate, you're forthright.

You're always putting others first.

Yeah, well, that's just behavior.

That's not, you know,

specialness of character.

Today the pastor asked us

to recall a moment

where we were flourishing,

and I thought about how since

Thomas went back to school

and I finished painting

the bedrooms and the kitchen

and how when you're at work

or the Dome, I just

I don't feel like I got a

handle on flourishing.

I went to college.

I'm a clerk at a grocery store.

Maybe I have too much time to think.

Or just more than I expected.

See, that's one of the reasons

I fell in love with you.

I love the way you think.

The way you are.

I don't wanna mix up me

with Thomas's needs.

He needs time with you

with your phone off.

A day without plans.

I hear you.

And I know it's a cliché,

but I'm burning the candle

at both ends right now.

I understand, but we need more.

We need more than just

an exhausted and depleted you.

We need you to build us up too.

And Thomas needs more from you.

He needs more from you

than an example of a guy

who works hard and burns

the candle at both ends.

I could take him by the lawn shop

and show him what

eating sh*t looks like.

Jack, I think the whole

unifying thing is just

I would like to be a voice

you appreciate hearing.

I would love to think

that when I have an opinion,

it's valued with the intention of it

being something good for us.

I don't want to be a scold

or that kind of person.

No. You're not, okay?

You're a beautiful wife,

and you're my best friend.

Confident, Jack. Poised and confident!

That kid's got flair.

Look at the proud papa.

Let me tell you right now,

Ace Spade is gonna be

the first kid from Duffy

to start quarterback

for the Georgia Bulldogs,

and then he's going straight to the NFL.

Oh, come on, Tom.

Don't put expectations on the kid.

It's not expectations, honey.

Destiny.

Destined for greatness, this kid.

Ace Spade is the Can't-Miss Kid.