Against the Spread (2024)

[bunniefuu]

[intense musical buildup]

[insects chirping in background]

-[woman] Here you go.

-[man] Thank you.

[woman] Let me know

how you like the sauce,

I tried something new.

[man] Mm-hmm.

[woman] So I was talking

with Debbie this afternoon.

Apparently, there's

a seafood festival

down in Port St. Joe

this weekend.

I didn't think

we had made plans yet,

so I told her we would go.

She said she can get us

a really good deal

at the hotel

they're staying at.

I think it's usually

like 450 a night,

but she can get it for 400.

And if we get back

early enough on Sunday,

I was thinking you could

take a look at my car.

It's making a rattle again.

Not the same as last time.

-[thump]

-This time it's--

-Shh.

-What?

-[woman gasping]

-Don't you move. Don't you move.

-Don't you do anything.

-[woman] Okay.

[man] We ain't gotta

do all this now. Hold on.

-[man 2] Don't you f*cking move.

-Just listen. Come on, man.

-[grunts]

-[woman screams]

[man 3] Shut the f*ck up, b*tch.

[woman] No, no!

[man] Let me go, g*dd*mn! f*ck!

Get the f*ck off me!

[man 3] Come here, m*therf*cker!

-Goddammit!

-Stop squirming, you p*ssy!

[man] We ain't gotta do

this sh*t! Man, come on!

[indistinct shouting]

Your money's under

the f*cking sink, man.

The what?

Your f*cking money,

it's under the g*dd*mn sink.

-Let him go.

-[man] Stop, f*ck.

[man groans] g*dd*mn, f*ck.

We're good.

[man] f*cking hit me

in the head?

[man sighs]

[man] Son of a b*tch.

You mean to tell me

you had my money

this whole g*dd*mn time?

f*ck, man. I'm sorry.

Nah. You ain't sorry just yet.

[tense music]

[man] Hold on, now.

Hold-- hold on. Hold--

Hey! Not my f*cking leg!

[rock music in background]

Come on.

Come on, you son of a b*tch.

[gasps]

All right.

[Lorenzo] Don't count

your chickens just yet.

-What do you mean?

-They still got 30 seconds left.

[Anthony]

Not a chance.

They ain't been able to pass

worth a sh*t all game.

We'll see.

The hell you say? You'll see.

I ain't been wrong all year.

[sighs] Well, my life's f*cked.

Well, at least you came

to the right place.

My insurance company called

and they're not covering

-my f*cking procedure anymore.

-[Lorenzo] They say why?

Some bullshit

about it not being a medical--

You stupid f*cking idiot!

-What the f*ck?

-Why would you squib it?

Brook!

Will you shut the hell up, man?

You're f*cking up

the juju in here.

[barman] Anthony.

How many times

I gotta tell you, man?

Well, Dave,

with all due respect,

I wouldn't have to yell if you

didn't let f*cking morons

in here, now would I?

If I didn't let

f*cking morons in here,

I'd literally go

out of business.

Hey, Dave.

Let me get a beer, man.

Three dollars.

-Oh, just put it on my tab.

-I can't do that.

-Why not?

-'Cause you never pay your tab.

Man, I've had a rough day, man.

Can I-- can I just have a beer?

If I don't have $3 in my hand

by the time I count to three,

I'm gonna pour this beer out

right in front of you.

-One.

-Well, don't just waste--

-Two.

-[laughs] No, I got it.

I'm losing my f*cking sh*t, man.

Don't let Dave get to you, dude.

He's just a Yankee.

He can't help it.

I'm already on the edge

with this insurance sh*t.

The last thing I need

is Dave starting his sh*t.

[Anthony] Brook! Brook!

Go outside.

-Unc, I literally just got--

-Right now, goddammit.

You're messing up

the juju in here, man.

They didn't start f*cking up

till you walked in.

g*dd*mn, man.

Swear to God.

[bell rings]

[Anthony]

What'd I tell you, man?

As that son of b*tch rolled out,

I knew he was fixing

to throw a pick!

-What'd I tell you, man?

-Yeah, yeah.

God, I'm hot this year, boy.

Right down the middle with that.

-Remember?

-[chuckles]

You're hot every year,

aren't you?

-I tell ya!

-Can I get one of 'em?

Hey, man, you know

they sell these things, right?

Tell us about

this insurance mess, man.

Apparently, they're not gonna

cover my operation

because it's cosmetic.

I guess sleep apnea doesn't

qualify as a f*cking medical--

Oh, wait, man.

You ain't got no insurance,

do you, bro?

-Yeah, through the sawmill.

-g*dd*mn, son.

You ain't worked there

in over a month.

-Can you lend me the money, Unc?

-[sighs]

-Come on, dude. What?

-Unc, Unc, no, listen.

They got the operation

scheduled for Thursday.

They said as long

as I come up with the money,

I can keep

that same appointment.

-Sounds like you're out of luck.

-Well, hold on, hold on.

Why don't you

just reschedule it?

'Cause it's finally happening.

I'm finally gonna meet her.

Next weekend,

I'm gonna go meet her.

-[Lorenzo] Oh, seriously?

-Yes, exactly.

That's awesome, bro.

Well, hell, man.

You waited this long.

Why don't you wait till after

you get your nose all fixed?

-Hello.

-Because, nah, man.

It's got to be-- uh, it's gotta

be next weekend.

You guys remember me telling you

she hasn't been texting me?

-No.

-Yeah.

What the f*ck? I told y'all.

Dude! It's 'cause her dad died.

I'm sorry to hear that.

-Her dad died?

-Her dad died, Unc.

You know what that means?

She's getting her f*cking

inheritance.

So I'm gonna go

down there next weekend,

get a beach house,

Panama City Beach,

rental car, 'cause I don't wanna

drive my piece of sh*t.

I get all that, but why you need

the nose job, man?

That ain't coming together

for me.

Uh, hello?

You see this f*cking thing?

-I mean, am I crazy?

-Oh, sh*t.

She don't care about that, cuz.

Y'all use a face chat, right?

Well, that's not

what it's called, but...

To be sure,

she's seen the damn thing.

I mean, she obviously

don't care.

No, that's the thing.

She's never seen my nose before.

When we talk,

I always put a filter over it

so she don't see my nose.

-That's the whole point.

-What the f*ck's a filter?

What do you mean filter?

Like an air filter?

[Brook] No, like a f*cking--

Lorenzo knows what I'm tal--

I dunno what y'all are talking

about. Quit f*cking around.

I'm not f*cking around, man.

Are you gonna lend me

the money or not?

Look, I can't lend you

money I ain't got.

How much money did you just

win on that game back there?

What do you mean

you ain't got the money?

-Eight hundred.

-Eight f*cking hundred?

You shut the f*ck up.

Eight f*cking hundred

and you can't lend me money--

I need this!

That money's

for a greater purpose, man.

It ain't for f*cking lending out

for nose jobs and no bullshit.

Y'all out your damn minds.

[Brook] Unc, look,

it's eight grand, man.

That's for the nose job, for

the rental car, the beach house.

It don't matter

how much you need.

You ain't getting it

from me, boy.

-What am I supposed to do, Unc?

-I don't know.

Getting a job doesn't sound

like a bad idea.

-Look who's talking.

-Oh.

[Anthony] I'm disabled.

You're just f*cking lazy.

It's a big g*dd*mn

difference, man.

Look, I'd still be working

if my back didn't go out.

Do you at least know somebody

that will lend me the money?

-[Lorenzo] Brook.

-It's Unc's call.

-Don't get Unc involved in this.

-I know you know somebody.

You need to handle this

on your own.

Hold on now.

I think I know somebody.

He knows a guy.

I knew he knew a guy.

This could be good for Brook.

He might need this.

No, this is good for Brook.

This is great for Brook.

[chuckles] This is great

for all of us, actually.

You wanna go?

Take me to him.

All right, I'm gonna warn

you boys, though.

Bit of an as*h*le, that guy.

["Many Miles" by Thomas Hendon

and Brian Daste plays]

There's much to see

and much to learn

The time will pass

and the sun will burn

Do as you please, yeah

That sounds mighty fine

It's simple,

all gonna blow your mind

But we don't need

nothing more, no

Everything's all right

Won't you come along

And we'll see

what we can find

Won't you come along

for the many miles

Thank you.

What can I do for you?

Yes, we need

to speak with, um...

Shiloh.

Shiloh, is he available?

Is it about your vehicle?

[chuckles] No, we just need

to talk to, um, Shiloh.

Real quick.

Her dad was f*cking loaded.

I'm talking about millions,

millions, I'm talking--

[door opens]

[tense music]

Y'all need something?

Um, we were-- [chuckles]

We were wanting

to talk to you about--

We can talk in my office.

Back here? [chuckles]

You coming?

Nah.

Suit yourself.

[tense music continues]

[Shiloh] Now.

What the f*ck y'all want?

-Um...

-Tell him what you want.

[Brook]

Okay, so, we wanted to--

I'm sorr-- I wan--

I wanted to know if, um...

If I could borrow some...

borrow some cash.

Your name Brook?

-Yeah, um, we met before?

-Nah.

But I heard of a m*therf*cker

named Brook

that doesn't like

to pay his debts.

That could've been

a different Brook.

How many m*therf*ckers

you know named Brook?

Y'all ain't getting sh*t

from me.

Anything else?

Unc, you said he was gonna--

Look, Shiloh, kid needs

to borrow some money.

It is what you do, ain't it?

What do I look like?

A stupid f*cking n*gg*r?

-Oh, sh*t. What? No.

-Do what now?

I said, do I look like

a stupid f*cking n*gg*r?

-No!

-You heard him.

-That's not what he meant.

-Did you say that?

No, no, man.

Just don't say that word.

-[Brook] Don't say that.

-"n*gg*r"?

-Yeah, man.

-No, don't say it again.

-Don't say that.

-It's not a good word.

Oh. You don't say "n*gg*r"

no more.

He doesn't say it, man.

That's-- He's not like that.

-No, I get it. Now I get it.

-There you go. Now you remember.

[musical sting]

Come on, man. Come on, come on.

That's it. That's it.

One at a time.

Come on, m*therf*cker.

You got it.

Yeah!

That's what the f*ck

I'm talking about!

Yes!

That's how you f*cking win

a ball game.

That's what I'm talking about.

That's how you do it.

Let me get this money.

Hey. Cough that sh*t up.

Did you hear me, m*therf*cker?

Cough that sh*t up.

Give me a minute.

For what? The game's over.

You lost.

Hey.

This m*therf*cker owes me $300

and now he don't wanna pay.

-I said gimme a g*dd*mn minute.

-For what? f*ck that.

Game's over. You lost.

Give me my f*cking money.

Good boy.

One thing you need to know

about me, young man,

I don't lose.

f*ck you.

[insects chirping in distance]

[man] b*tch, I told you--

I told you leave that alone.

You gonna learn?

You gonna learn?

[Shiloh] Oh, sh*t.

Look who it is.

[man] Right on, right on, man.

Bro, come on.

Come on, man.

Hey.

I'll be back next Saturday.

Your a*s better have

more money ready for me.

Leave man alone, man.

He don't want no problems.

Hey. Why don't you just take

your money and shut the f*ck up?

-What's wrong? You mad?

-[man] You took the man money.

If I was mad,

you'd f*cking know it.

This m*therf*cker sounds

mad at me.

You want to see me get mad,

m*therf*cker?

Go ahead.

Keep on f*cking talking.

-[man] Hey, chill out.

-Get your a*s back in the truck.

-I ain't scared of you.

-f*ck you, m*therf*cker!

-Hey, can I get some help--

-[shouting]

Get your b*tch a*s in the truck.

You don't know who the f*ck

you're dealing with!

f*ck you.

You stupid f*cking--

[car horn blaring]

-You said the *-word?

-No, I didn't say the *-word.

-Your drunk a*s don't remember.

-I remember just fine, man.

I called you

a stupid f*cking idiot.

Then I whooped your a*s.

-Hell, you didn't whoop my a*s.

-Uh-huh.

And you ain't fumble

the football neither.

Fumble?

I fumbled the f*cking ball?

Yeah, fumbled

the f*cking football.

How did I fumble

the f*cking ball?

We played that a hundred times

in practice.

Coach Daniels

was right about you.

-You ain't play worth sh*t.

-f*ck you! f*ck off!

All right, man.

You fumbled the ball.

End of f*cking story.

We can argue until we're blue

in the face about this, right?

But that ain't why we're here.

Now, my nephew needs

to borrow some money.

And I already said no.

So get your lying, r*cist a*s

up out of here

before I f*ck both of y'all up.

Hold on, Brook. Hold on.

[sighs] He'll lend me the money.

And why would I lend money

to a f*cking drunk?

First of all,

I ain't no f*cking drunk.

Second of all,

I'll pay you back.

You know I'm good for it.

-Eight grand, Brook?

-[Brook] Yeah, eight grand.

[beeping]

[tense music]

I want this back by midnight.

Friday after next.

That's two weeks.

I want this back

plus four stacks.

Seems like

an awfully high interest rate.

It is.

But so is a pound of flesh.

And that's exactly

what I'm gonna take

if you don't give me

my f*cking money.

[receptionist] College keeps me

pretty busy during the week,

but most evenings

I'm free around 5:00.

Just throwing it out there.

-I get off work at 5:00.

-Really?

[sighs] You ready, man?

Yeah. Y'all good?

Yeah. See you in the truck.

Okay.

Well, it was good

to talk to you...

-You too.

-Jamelia.

Oh yeah, uh, it was--

it was nice talking to you too.

Lorenzo.

Lorenzo. I'll remember that.

-I'll see you around.

-You too.

So what was he saying?

Nothing.

[gasps]

He was saying something.

He was saying goodbye.

Make sure you finish

those invoices.

[tense music]

[phone rings]

[tranquil instrumental music]

Sweet Jesus!

You look like sh*t.

It's gotta heal first, g*dd*mn.

Next time you see me, I'll look

like a young Patrick Swayze.

Or an old Ellen DeGeneres.

Well, g*dd*mn!

About time you showed up.

Where the hell you been, man?

My bad, man.

I got caught up at work.

-Brook! Wow!

-Got it done. Look at that.

-Look at the bridge.

-You got it done.

sh*t's gonna look good

when it heals.

Yeah. Yeah, when it heals.

That's enough

pussyfooting around, all right?

Game starts in 15 minutes.

Go, go, go.

-Change. Go!

-Would you calm down?

Hey, you calm down. I've been

waiting forever for you.

Come on. Go.

Doctor tell you how long

you gotta wear that bandage?

Yeah, he says as bad as mine is,

it's gonna be like two weeks.

Uh, two weeks ain't too bad.

They'll fly by.

Yeah, I'll tell you the only

shitty part about it though.

He said until this b*tch

is recovered,

I can't smoke or drink.

So, you know,

that's gonna f*cking suck.

-Off to a pretty bad start.

-Mm.

[grunts] Goddammit.

-[chuckles]

-[sighs]

You hear back from ole girl?

Oh, yeah. Uh...

She's flying in early,

so as soon as I get

the rental car,

I'm just gonna meet her

at the beach house.

And if she asks about your nose?

Oh, I didn't tell you, man.

So here's what I was thinking.

I tell her I crashed

my Corvette, right?

That way that explains

the nose bandage,

the rental car,

and Corvettes are classy, so...

[chuckles]

I-- I really just think you need

to tell her the truth, man.

I mean, she's gonna find out

about it at some point anyway.

And... [sighs] It's just,

why even lie to begin with?

You know,

I'ma be honest with you.

I don't think she's gonna ask

too many questions.

I mean, she can't be that smart.

She's-- she's from Alabama.

Hey, Lorenzo. Get your a*s

in gear. We're late, boy.

Come on, man. Let's go.

We was talking about you.

How long y'all

gonna be out?

Ah.

-For as long as the game lasts.

-Cool.

I'll probably be asleep

when y'all get back,

so just, um...

-Okay.

-Try to keep his a*s quiet, man.

Yeah, you sure

you don't wanna go with us?

No, I'm gonna sleep, man.

Eight hours. I need it, man.

-Tomorrow's a big day. Big day.

-Yeah, I got you.

Well, just make sure

you actually sleep.

Oh, I will.

Yeah. No, I'm going to.

-Trust me.

-All right.

Tomorrow's a big day.

Don't be nervous.

I'm not nervous, man.

Excited. Not nervous.

[groans]

Yeah. Yeah. I-- I-- I said,

what's the point spread

of Calhoun County

versus Hugh Creek?

Uh-huh.

All-- Uh-huh. All right.

Give me a Calhoun County

against the spread.

No. Whatever you can give me.

Yeah, I'm a hundred

percent sure, man.

Good. Yeah.

All right. Thank you, sir.

[sighs]

You just bet

on a high school game?

Yes, I did.

What happened

to only betting on college?

I have inside information.

Which is...?

Hugh Creek running back's

got the squirts.

Do what?

Said the boy's got the squirts.

Can't stop sh1tting himself.

[laughs]

How do you even know that?

Lady that works at The Pig

knows his mama.

She told me this morning.

So, what, you're banking

on him being dehydrated?

No, man. Look.

You got to go to school

at least half the day

or they ain't gonna let you play

in the game, right?

Well, ain't gonna happen.

Now, according to the internet,

Hugh Creek only has one loss.

I'll give you just one guess

who didn't play in that game.

Wow. Sounds like you got it

all figured out.

Dave ain't got no radio

at the bar,

so I have to bring mine.

And kickoff's at 7:00.

So we got to be there

before then, all right?

Hold on.

What do you mean, "we"?

Unc, it's

a high school game, man.

[sighs] Lorenzo.

This ain't just

a high school game, man.

This is about fixing

what our past two generations

-f*cked up, man.

-Here we go.

Being a McGill used to mean

something, goddammit.

We're halfway to buying

the farm back, all right?

We won six weeks

in a row, man. Six weeks.

Look, man,

it ain't just a coincidence.

We got the juju. I can feel it.

I'm going to work.

Hey, Lorenzo.

Do not f*ck this up for us, man.

I'm serious now. Lorenzo,

you hear me?

[Anthony] Lorenzo,

I'm serious now.

[door slams]

You good?

-[strained] Yeah, I'm good.

-[chuckles]

So much for not being nervous.

-Where you headed?

-Work.

I didn't think

you had to be there till 9:00.

Got a lot going on today.

-I'm getting there early.

-Well, dude, give me a ride.

It's on your way to work.

You wouldn't have to go

out of the way or nothing.

Why don't

you just drive yourself?

I don't wanna leave

my car there all weekend.

What if somebody steals it?

[chuckles] I don't think you got

anything to worry about, cuz.

Just give me a ride, man.

[sighs]

If you make me late for work,

I'ma whoop yo a*s, man.

You ain't gonna be late.

Come on, let's go.

[tranquil instrumental music]

[Brook] Not a single sports car.

It was either this or a minivan.

["That's the Way It Is"

by John Tristao plays]

Good luck. I gotta go to work.

Looking out the window

I see heat waves rise

See homeless people,

welfare lines

It don't seem fair

some can live like kings

While others have nothing

but unfulfilled dreams

But that's the way it is

-Uh, hey.

-Hey, hey.

-You come here often?

-Oh, no.

Only when

I'm meeting up with you.

Oh, I must be special then.

Uh, I don't-- I don't know

if I told you this already,

but did I mention

parking around back?

-Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

-No, no, no, it's fine. I just--

You're good, you're good.

You don't have to explain.

Would you hop in the truck?

Let me take you for a ride.

Are we going for a ride?

-Yeah, girl.

-Where?

-To the backyard.

-[chuckles]

["Travel the Boulevard" by

Aaron Edson and Geoff Levin]

I'm wherever I want to be

As I'm riding

on the boulevard

If you want,

you can come with me

We can ride on

down the boulevard

I'm wherever I want to be

As I'm riding

on the boulevard

If you want,

you can come with me

We can ride on

down the boulevard

Come, come on now

Leave it

behind you, baby...

[knocks on door]

[woman] Coming!

-Hello.

-Oh my God, your nose!

-Yeah, I--

-Are you all right?

Yeah, no, it's-- I'm fine, yeah.

I broke it.

You should have told me.

What happened?

I just, um-- See, I had--

Or no, I--

I have a Corvette,

and, um, and I wrecked it

and broke my nose.

-Okay, you're all right.

-Yeah.

So it's gonna heal?

[chuckles] Not--

-No, no--

-Like a permanent thing?

No, no, it's gonna heal, yeah.

Actually-- They told me

it's gonna look

better than before.

-It's kind of weird.

-Oh, okay. [laughs]

-Yeah, so...

-Cool.

-So that's-- that's...

-Uh. Oh, um...

-Um, yeah.

-Um... Yeah. [chuckles]

-Just one of those.

-Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Um, well, I made some lunch,

if you're hungry.

-Yeah. I love food. [laughs]

-Okay, yeah, come on in.

Um, yeah, nice to finally

meet you in person, by the way.

Yeah, you too.

Are you sure you're okay?

Yeah, no, I'm good.

I swear I'm good.

Stuck right into my heart

Bow, bow, bow, ooh

There was nothing

I could do

You captured me

from the very start

Hang on to our love

Ooh, wawa, ooh

-It will always be forever

-Wawawa, ooh

Hang on to our love

Wawawa, ooh

I won't leave you,

no, not ever

Wawawa

[romantic music continues]

Hang on to our love

It will always be forever

Hang on to our love

I won't leave you,

no, not never

Hang on...

[bottles clattering]

Brook.

Yeah?

You ready?

Mm-hmm.

[bell dings]

[radio commentator] Well,

Calhoun County is still up...

They'll have to be careful here

as they take over

at their own nine-yard line

following a Hugh Creek's

failed fourth down conversion.

And you can't help but notice

how unusually quiet...

You mean to tell me

that you think that this glass

sitting on this bar

is what's making

that team play bad?

[commentator] John David Smith

under center. He takes a snap.

It's a toss to the right.

Running back marches down

the field to the 15-yard line.

What's the score?

[Anthony]

Six-nothing, Calhoun County.

-Good deal. Sitting pretty.

-[Anthony] The hell we are.

Need to win by ten.

They're playing like sh*t

all game.

It's fine. There's plenty

of time left in the game.

Just keep your head up.

It'll be fine.

How much you got

riding on it anyway?

Unc?

I got ten.

Ten thousand?

[sighs heavily] Dave?

Lorenzo?

A guy bets ten grand

on a football game.

What is he?

Ballsy.

Cool.

It's a high school game.

Now what is he?

A f*cking moron.

Do you ever consider

the consequences of losing?

I mean, let's just say

you happen to lose this bet

and then, for some reason,

Brook can't pay back Shiloh.

That responsibility

is yours now--

Now, first of all,

I ain't losing.

All right? The only reason

I'm down right now

is you was f*cking late.

Secondly, Shiloh's

Brook's problem. Ain't mine.

That is a you

and a Brook problem.

No, no, no. I--

I got Brook the loan.

All right?

Paying it back's on him.

Look, it's tough love.

That's what the boy needs.

-I'm telling you.

-Okay, sure.

But hear me out on this.

If you co-sign on a car loan

with somebody

and then

they can't make the payment--

Oh! There we go! Right there!

That's what I'm talking about!

Man, I'm telling you! That's it!

Man, I'm telling you.

When you and me, we're sitting

right here, we can't lose.

Wooh! Boy, I'm hot.

Can't lose, man.

Brook, I know this is

the first time that we've,

like, actually met in person.

Um, but I think I love you.

Really?

Do you think you love me too?

-Like right now?

-Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

-I should not have said that.

-No, you're good.

You probably think

I'm all clingy now.

I'm so sorry. Literally,

that was crossing a line.

[inhales]

g*dd*mn. Okay, um,

I'm gonna be honest with you.

Remember what I told you

about me wrecking a Corvette

and breaking my nose?

Well, that didn't happen.

I actually had a nose job.

See, I used to have

this really big,

disgusting nose,

and I was scared

that if I didn't get it fixed

before we met that you wouldn't,

I don't know, like me.

And now that I know

you feel this way,

I think it's only fair

that you--

-you know the truth.

-Brook.

I guess I can't really

hold that against you.

Because I kinda lied too.

You did?

Yeah, um, you know

how I said I was inheriting

my dad's estate?

Yeah?

That wasn't exactly true.

Entirely.

-So you're not inheriting it?

-No, I am.

It's just that...

so are my siblings.

You said you were an only child.

Yeah, that was

kind of a lie too.

Okay, so like what?

You gotta split it with...

How many siblings do you have?

-Do five.

-Five, f*ck-- Uh, mm.

Hmm. Hmm. Wow.

I know this is probably bad,

but, like, I just kinda thought

that maybe

you wouldn't like me as much

if you didn't think

I was wealthy.

[forced chuckle] What? No, what?

You think I'm shallow

or something?

-No.

-[both laugh]

Cool. Um, yeah. 'Cause, like,

I mean not

that it even really matters,

but, like, how much

are you getting exactly?

Like, your dad's worth

a couple million, right?

I might have lied about

how much my dad was worth too.

[cell phone rings]

Talk to me, Romeo!

We're f*cked. We're f*cked, man.

Excuse me?

She ain't got no g*dd*mn money.

She f*cking lied to me.

Brook, what the hell

you talking about, man?

Her dad ain't got

no millions of dollars, man.

He never f*cking did.

He never f*cking did.

-Son of a b*tch.

-What's going on?

I don't know what to do,

I don't know--

Brook's girl ain't got

no damn money.

- We're so f*cked.

-Brook, you still-- Listen up!

You gonna have

to figure this sh*t out, man.

-Shiloh's gonna want his money.

-I f*cking forgot. [groans]

- I forgot about the--

-Hey.

[groans] When do we gotta

pay him back by?

Are you serious, man?

Next Friday.

You should know that.

[sighs] All right, Unc.

Is there any way possible

you can pay him back?

And I'll get a job

when I get home.

The hell you say?

I done told you, son.

I ain't doing that. What?

Please. Please, God.

The hell you say?

I ain't paying him back.

This is your problem.

You borrowed the money

from Shiloh.

I don't care, you come back.

You get a job. You sell drugs.

You sell your f*cking as*h*le.

I don't f*cking care, man.

You get the money to him.

-This is your f*cking problem.

-You signed the papers, right?

Papers? Ain't no f*cking papers.

You shake a hand, maybe.

You look at him threatening.

You don't f*cking--

You know what, you dumbass?

Hey, Brook,

you need to come back, Brook.

I'll talk to him.

You need to pay Shiloh back.

Enjoy the rest of your trip.

- You got it?

-I-- I promise.

You stupid f*cking idiot.

Now he thinks

I'ma pay Shiloh back.

You are.

That defeats the entire purpose

of me doing this, man.

-Look, look.

-I understand--

Lorenzo, Brook ain't

like you and me, all right?

He's got to figure sh*t out,

how to take care of himself.

-I understand that.

-I'll let Shiloh whoop his a*s.

That'll teach him a lesson

right there, won't it?

Well, it might be

that Brook's a*s

ain't the only one

Shiloh wants to whoop.

So instead of putting

all of that money

on the game tomorrow,

you may just wanna

go ahead and pay the man.

[rock and roll music plays]

I'm trying to find

what everybody wants

It's a rarity,

peace of mind

What makes you think

the voodoo that you do

[indistinct lyrics]

How will we find out?

Where you going?

Do you know

[indistinct lyrics]

[lawnmower whirring]

Candle made of bone

'Cause it might be

someone you know

How will we find out?

Where you going...

[sighs]

[cell phone rings]

[cell phone continues to ring]

Oh. Yeah?

[Anthony] Hey, man,

where you at?

I'm in town. Why, what's up?

I'm up at the bar, man.

Wondering what time

you're gonna be here.

I wasn't planning

on being there at all,

seeing you didn't have

anything riding on it.

You ended up doing it,

didn't you?

Yeah.

Anyways... I'm--

I'm up here, so...

All right.

Yeah, I'll be up there

after a while.

All right.

[exhales heavily]

You gotta go?

Yeah.

My uncle is, uh, superstitious,

to say the least.

He's watching a football game.

And according to his juju,

I have to be there.

[sighs]

You all right?

Yeah, I was just looking forward

to spending the day with you.

That's all.

Well, I don't have to go

right now.

[post-grunge playing

in background]

You ever notice

how much quieter it is in here

when there's only one of you?

[Jamelia] Oh, I've got one.

Favorite superhero.

-Superhero?

-Mm-hmm.

[sighs] You go first.

Okay, easy. Storm.

-Who?

-Storm, from X-Men.

-You don't know who Storm is?

-I'm drawing a blank.

All right, so listen. So she has

weather powers, right?

She can literally control

the weather,

and I'd like to argue that

she's the strongest

out of all the X-Men,

but that's not widely accepted,

you know?

-Mm-hmm.

-[chuckles] I'm sorry.

Uh, who was someone

you looked up to as a kid?

No superheroes,

no weather powers,

-just, like, a normal person.

-Oh. Um...

My uncle.

[Jamelia] You two

are pretty close, huh?

Well, he's the closest thing

to a father figure

I ever had, so...

What about your dad?

My dad?

I don't know.

I never knew him. He, um...

My mom just had a thing

for Mexican dudes.

Wait, hold up, hold up.

You-- you're Mexican?

Yeah, what?

You don't like Mexicans?

No, no, no, no.

I did not say that.

I'm just like, you don't,

you know, sound Mexican?

You know accents

aren't genetic, right?

[chuckles] I know that. It's--

Okay, um,

what does your mom do now?

Uh, she married some other dude

when I was young,

and he didn't wanna take care

of somebody else's kid,

so they moved away,

and I just stayed here

with my uncle.

He's pretty rough

around the edges,

but deep down, he means well.

I always kinda hoped I'd have

a family to take care of

the way he took care of us

one day.

Albeit a little

more traditional, though.

I could do without another

generation of uncle-daddy.

That's funny.

But that's enough

about my family.

I'm tired of talking about 'em.

What about you?

Uh, what do you want to know?

I don't know.

What's your dad like?

He's... he's all right.

Do y'all get along?

[scoffs] Well, you weren't lying

when you said

how beautiful this place is.

Yeah.

Go, go, go, come on! Come on!

You can do it! You can do it!

Yes, yes!

[cheering and laughing]

[cheering continues]

["Ride" by Socialburn plays]

Better company

Yeah, that's all you need

Dave.

Better company besides me

Now my last breath...

Yeah?

A shot of whiskey.

Whatever you got.

I can't do that.

Pour that f*cking whiskey.

Look, I know

we don't always get along.

But I've known you

for a long time--

You run a f*cking bar, don't ya?

Sure as sh*t didn't care

about me when I was drunk.

f*ck you care so much now?

You don't care about people,

you profit off people's misery.

Why don't you shut the f*ck up?

Do your f*cking job.

I'm gonna drive you

Out of my life

For the last time

[slurps, gulps]

Give me another one.

...for this to become clear

So tonight, I'm gonna ride

And tonight,

I'm gonna clear my mind

And tonight

I'm gonna drive you

[sniffles]

Out of my life

[slurps]

And tonight, I'm gonna ride

[sniffles]

And tonight,

I'm gonna clear my mind

And tonight,

I'm gonna drive you

Out of my life

[Anthony clears throat]

[sniffles]

[clears throat]

[cell phone beeps]

[takes deep breath]

Hey, man.

I...

We're f*cked. We're f*cked.

You borrowed money

from a f*cking loan shark

to pay for a f*cking nose job.

Are you serious right now?

What's gonna happen

if you don't pay him back?

Listen. I was desperate.

I made a mistake.

This is where we're at.

There's no changing it.

I just want you to know

the reason that I did what I did

was for us to be together.

Okay. I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have flipped out

on you like that. I'm sorry.

You said you owe this guy

a lot of money. How much?

I don't even

wanna talk about it.

No, tell me. Tell me.

It's like 12 grand.

Okay.

I could lend you that.

Huh?

Yeah, I mean,

I'd have to take it

out of my savings,

but I could, I will.

Are you serious?

Are you serious?

Yeah, no, I'm serious.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh. Oh, my God.

I gotta call my uncle.

He's gonna flip.

He's gonna lose his mind

when I tell him that.

You do have

to pay me back, okay?

I know,

it's just I gotta let him know.

-I'll be right back.

-Yeah, okay.

[phone rings]

[melancholy music]

[ringing]

[ringing stops]

[truck engine rumbling]

[truck door opens, closes]

[door creaks]

Holy sh*t!

[chuckles] Oh, you scared

the sh*t out of me, man.

Six weeks.

Six f*cking weeks.

One time you ain't show up,

I lose

every single f*cking game.

Unc, I am so sorry. I-- uh, I--

You've been drinking.

Jesus Christ.

I can't believe you.

You spoiled our chance

to fix everything.

You showed the kind of person

you really are today.

Okay.

I'm not gonna sit here

and let you belittle me

because you can't get

your life together.

[Anthony]

Where were you today?

I was with a girl.

Girl? What girl?

Jamelia.

-Hold on. Shiloh's daughter?

-That's right. Shiloh.

The guy you owe money to.

Money you don't have now!

What kind of a man

chooses a woman

over his own flesh and blood?

You know good and g*dd*mn well

I ain't picking nobody

over my own family!

Maybe I'm just tired

of trying to help

the worthless m*therf*ckers!

I mean, look at you.

You dwell on trying to fix

your family's mistakes

when you can't even fix

your own demons.

You want the last name

McGill to mean something?

Well, it already does,

and you're making good

and g*dd*mn sure of that.

[panting]

[cells phone rings]

[cell phone keeps ringing]

Yeah.

I'm looking at him.

All right, I'll tell him.

Brook's girl

is gonna pay back Shiloh.

Go ahead and

pour yourself another drink.

[door slams]

[Brook] This was not the way

I envisioned this week going.

This was supposed to be our time

to get to know each other.

And instead,

I feel like you have this

misconception of who I am.

You know, I lied to you

and broke your trust.

But I'm giving you my word,

in this very moment right now.

I'm going to be the man

you deserve from now on.

Portia. I love you.

Brook. I love you too.

I know that it's been

a really weird few days,

but I can really tell

that we have something special.

["Second Chances"

by Vanessa Graziano plays]

Okay.

Second chance to love

Hey, hey, Portia!

Second chance to live

I'll tell you when you get back.

Not a second chance to give

With the touch of your hand

[car honks]

[tires squealing]

[woman screams]

[bystander 1] Oh, my God.

Is she all right?

-[indistinct chatter]

-[baby crying]

[bystander 2]

Somebody help quickly.

[munching]

[cell phone rings]

[Anthony] Yo!

Goddammit.

I need a g*dd*mn cigarette, man.

I'm serious.

I am f*cking jonesin' right now.

I'm f*cking jonesin', man.

All right, man, here. Calm down.

Give me, g*dd*mn.

You got a light?

-Yeah, hold on.

-I need a f*cking light.

Hold on, man. What's the plan?

Her brother will text me

when the funeral is.

I gotta get to Alabama--

What is the plan with

the Shiloh situation, Brook?

I don't know.

What the f*ck's wrong with you,

"I don't know"?

-I mean, I don't f*cking know.

-Listen, listen! Brook!

-My brain's foggy right now!

-Listen, goddammit.

I don't care what you've got

going on right now,

how foggy your f*cking brain is.

-We need to come up with a--

-[yelps]

-What, man? What, man?

-[groans]

-What?

-My f*cking nose burned, dude.

-You all right?

-The f*cking cigarette.

-You all right?

-Is it bleeding?

No, it ain't f*cking bleeding,

you f*cking idiot.

-You sure it ain't bleeding?

-I'm sure it ain't bleeding.

-g*dd*mn.

-f*ck!

Listen, you need to hear

what I have to say.

No, man.

You don't f*cking get it, Unc.

f*cking girl loved me, man.

And now she's f*cking dead, man.

-She ain't ever coming back.

-Brook, that is enough

of that bullshit right there!

This is your f*cking mess.

If you want me

to help clean it up,

I need you to get

your head out your a*s!

g*dd*mn, man. Okay.

Are you done acting like

a stupid f*cking idiot, Brook?

Yeah.

[sighs]

We need to figure out

how to come up with this money.

[country ballad

playing in background]

I never thought

I'd stand here

Look you in the eye

-A hundred bucks.

-[chuckles] No, dude.

Kenny Chesney signed

this guitar, man.

It's worth more than a hundred.

Without a certificate

of authenticity,

his signature is worth zero.

You don't need

a certificate, man.

I watched Kenny Chesney

-sign this guitar.

-A hundred bucks.

[sighs] All right,

I'm gonna level with you, man.

This is me,

mano e mano , all right?

My girlfriend

just got hit by a car.

She's dead.

You've got to help me out, man.

-Best I can do is 100 bucks.

-God!

[car door slams]

[exhales deeply]

How'd it go?

He gave me a hundred bucks.

You tell him

Kenny Chesney signed it?

Yes, I told him

Kenny Chesney signed it, man.

He said we needed

a f*cking certificate.

I told you

you should have listened to me.

-Can you just f*cking write it?

-You got the better handwriting.

I can barely write, man.

-f*ck, man, I'm--

-Look, man.

-Hold on, hold on.

-I'm shaking and sh*t.

We need a silver marker.

Look, they're using

a silver marker there, man.

Why you using a black marker?

[groans] Do we have

a silver marker?

Well, we just have to sell

some more of your sh*t.

Like what, man?

I ain't got nothing.

I dunno, clothes,

food stamps, whatever.

They quit sending me food stamps

when I got the job at the mill.

I ain't got no more.

You ain't worked there in over--

It's what I get for trying to do

something nice for somebody.

Morning.

You want some coffee

or anything?

I'm good.

Still pretty tore up

about her, huh?

-Yeah.

-I'm sorry, man.

Losing somebody you care about

like that, I--

-I can't even imagine.

-f*cking sucks, man.

Look, I know

her dad wasn't rich, but...

I mean, she was still gonna get

a pretty good inheritance.

And she was gonna give me

like 12 grand,

so I'm thinking

she was probably--

Brook, I wasn't talking

about money.

I was talking about

losing somebody

you genuinely care about.

You did care about her,

didn't you?

What do you mean, man?

Of course I did.

You don't believe me?

Dude, she told me

right before she--

Good, y'all are already up.

[Anthony clears throat]

Come up with a plan?

No, not yet.

Yeah, I didn't think so.

That's okay, though,

'cause I did.

All right, check it out.

Calhoun County plays Clarksville

tomorrow, all right?

[Lorenzo chuckles]

Oh, I'm sorry,

did I miss something?

You never learn, do you?

Learn what? You're the reason

we're in this sh*t right now.

-Or we'd be sitting pretty.

-So I'm the reason

we took out the loan

from Shiloh.

Let me tell you something,

you stupid f*cking--

Save it.

I was just leaving.

[door closes]

I'm gonna have to whoop his a*s.

No, don't. Just tell me

about your plan, man.

-Just--

-All right, so...

Calhoun County plays Clarksville

tomorrow night, all right?

Now, Clarksville ain't played

worth a sh*t all year,

so everyone knows Calhoun County

is gonna whoop their a*s.

Now, here's a test.

What would you do?

What do you mean?

I mean Calhoun County's

supposed to win big, right?

So would you take them to cover,

or would you take Clarksville?

I guess I would take uh,

Calhoun County to cover.

Is that right?

I'm fixing to learn you how

to think outside the box, boy.

Buckle up.

[young man] My legs

are f*cking on fire.

I can't run and f*cking touch

another pylon.

It don't make no damn sense.

Dude, I was wondering why

those barrels were out

after Coach walked out

the room.

'Cause f*cking Wesley walks in

with his damn hat on.

Hey, hey!

-Hey.

-Me?

Yeah. Your name John David?

-Yes, sir.

-Hey, come on over here.

I wanna holler at you

for a minute.

Hey, don't do it, John David.

He's probably one of them there

child molesters.

-No, ain't nothing like that.

-I got your picture, mister.

I'll report your a*s

to the police.

Look, y'all,

I ain't no child molester.

Done told you.

What's wrong with you people?

I'm serious.

My daddy knows the sheriff.

I'll report your a*s.

I ain't

no child molester, goddammit!

Look, I just wanna talk

to you for a minute.

What'd you wanna talk about?

I wanna talk about football.

What the hell

do you know about football?

You ever heard

of Anthony McGill?

Anthony McGill?

Anthony McGill,

starting quarterback,

1998, Calhoun County Bulldog.

You ever heard of him?

State runners-up, man.

No.

Well, hell. That-- that's me.

[young man] 1998?

Man, this guy's old as sh*t.

Look, let's get out

of here, John.

Oh, hey, hold on now. Hold on.

Y'all like cold beer?

I'm going to cut

to the chase, JD.

I've been keeping up

with you this season.

You've been kicking some a*s.

Some serious a*s.

Well, I appreciate it, sir.

The biggest reason

y'all are undefeated

is 'cause of you, man.

You're the quarterback,

you know?

You're the leader of the team

to the heart, right?

-Yes, sir.

-Yeah.

Yeah.

When do, uh...

When do playoffs start?

Well, we've got two more

regular season games.

-Then we'll be in postseason.

-Oh, all right.

Well, make sure

you're ready, man.

Playoffs are the only thing

people remember.

You know that, right?

-Yeah. Yes, sir.

-Right. Yeah.

Which brings me

to my next point.

I need you to throw

Friday night's game.

[coughs]

Do what?

I need you to lose

the game Friday,

have at least one turnover,

and not score a touchdown.

Think you can handle that?

Um, this is getting

kind of weird, sir.

-I think, um--

-Hold on, hold on, mate.

Just think about it

for a second.

Why would I lose on purpose?

-'Cause I'ma pay you.

-John David, you all right?

Buckshot, you shut the f*ck up,

you son of a b*tch.

We had a deal, man.

You sip your beer,

you shut the f*ck up.

I'm talking to JD.

m*therf*cker, I swear to God.

Oh, f*ck.

How much?

-A hundred bucks.

-A hundred bucks, man?

-Yeah, a hundred bucks.

-You must be out of your mind.

Hold on, hold on now.

Hold on, man. Hold on.

Hold on. 200 bucks.

[laughs]

All right, goddammit.

500 hundred bucks. 500 bucks.

-What do you think?

-A thousand.

A thousand bucks?

Yeah, and I want it upfront.

What in the f*ck does a kid

need a thousand dollars for?

Take it or leave it.

All right, a thousand bucks,

but I ain't paying you upfront.

-No deal.

-Goddammit. Half upfront, man.

Come on, work with me here.

[takes deep breath]

All right.

If you've got the money...

Ha! If I've got the money.

Son, I got it right here.

Huh? Make sure

you do your part, all right?

-I will.

-All right.

All right.

[tense music]

Jamelia!

Get in the car.

-Daddy, please. Just--

-Get in the g*dd*mn car!

-Chill out.

-Oh, no, no, no.

-The f*ck you say?

-[Jamelia] Please listen.

It's fine.

It's fine. Listen to me.

Now. Car.

-Now!

-It's cool, man.

You mind your f*cking business.

I got something for your a*s.

[tense music continues]

f*ck.

What's wrong with you? Car!

[melancholic music]

[vehicles whooshing]

[insects chirping]

[water rippling]

[Brook] Fishing's always seemed

so weird to me, man. Like...

Just, like, I get people

had to do it for food

back in the day, but, I mean,

we can go to the grocery store,

why the f*ck do people fish?

Like, sport, hobby?

I mean, that's just...

kind of dumb.

Especially dumbasses that brag

about being good at fishing.

Like, what even makes

a good fisherman, you know?

There's no skill involved.

It's just... put bait on a hook,

you throw it in the water,

and it's up to the fish

to bite it, you know?

It's not even

nothing you do, so.

[Brook chuckles]

Like, here are

these dumb creatures.

You know, scientists have proven

these fish cannot even think,

you know?

And then all of a sudden,

there's food in front of 'em.

It's like, they're gonna

bite it, you know what I mean?

'Cause, like, why wouldn't they,

you know?

They ain't got nothin' to lose.

And even if they did, you know,

-they're too stupid to realize.

-Brook.

Shut the f*ck up.

[upbeat marching band]

[coach] C'mon, everybody.

Bring it in.

[Brook] I'm f*cking cold

right now.

You're gonna warm up fast, boy.

Till you see what I got cooking.

Which one is he, man?

There's so many f*cking kids.

It's that one-- that one right--

the-- Number 2, JD. That's him.

[commentator] Ladies and

gentlemen, give it up

for the Calhoun County

Bulldog Band.

[audience cheering]

[crickets chirping]

[knocking on door]

[tense music]

[tense music continues]

Oh, my God.

Come here, come here,

come here, come here.

[commentator] Kickoff

is returned to midfield.

Calhoun County will take

the possession first,

led by their

senior quarterback,

John David Smith.

[Brook] Here he comes.

You said you talked to him?

Yeah, man, talked to him.

Talked to him earlier.

-Him and his stupid buddy.

-[John David] Ready, set, hut!

[grunting]

-[player 1] sh*t!

-[commentator] Fumbled.

That's it, man.

That's one turnover.

-So what--

-One turnover.

As long as he don't make

a touchdown

and they lose, man, that's it.

-[Brook] That's it?

-[Anthony] That's the parlay.

Holy sh*t, dude,

that's so f*cking easy.

[commentator]

He looks to have been

shaken up on the play.

It appears to be quarterback

John David Smith.

Oh, sh*t, they're having

to help him up, man.

Oh, sh*t, they f*cked him up

on that one.

His teammates

are gonna help him

-to the sideline.

-No.

Clarksville offense will have

their first look on the field.

[Lorenzo] Come on.

Just sit down.

[Jamelia breathes shakily]

Here, you okay?

-[sniffles and sobs]

-[whispers] I'm right here.

Hey, just for a second.

Just for a second.

-Just for a second.

-It's fine, it's fine.

[sniffles]

Did he do this?

One, two, three, Bulldogs!

[commentator] With ten minutes

left in the first quarter,

Calhoun County

will take the field

for their second position

in the game.

-He's not coming back in, huh?

-Holy sh*t.

-What the f*ck does that mean?

-You know what it means?

-What?

-It means they can't score.

That means we only need

one more thing.

We need Calhoun County to lose

and we'll be f*ck' in, boy.

[grunting]

[commentator] Four yard gain.

Second down

for the Bulldog offense.

Lorenzo, please.

Please just calm down.

I just--

I didn't wanna tell you.

-[glass shatters]

-[Lorenzo] f*ck!

Lorenzo, please!

[crowd cheering]

[commentator] Ruling on

the field is incomplete.

That'll bring up

a huge third down

for this Calhoun County offense

with nine seconds

left in the game.

Oh, f*ck, here we go,

here we go, here we go.

[player 2] And hut!

[grunting]

[commentator]

Pass is deep. And...

-[referee blows whistle]

-[Brook] Oh, goddammit, man.

How do you f*cking do this

every weekend?

[Anthony chuckles]

You gotta have ba*ls of steel,

just like me.

It's a f*cking rush, man.

[commentator] We have

a timeout by Calhoun County.

It's their third

and final timeout.

[crowd cheering]

[referee whistles]

[crowd cheering]

Why the f*ck

is he going back in?

It's all right, man. He knows

the plan, so we're still good.

-We're still good, he knows.

-g*dd*mn.

I talked to him for 30 minutes.

I'm telling you. Kid's solid.

I didn't wanna tell you.

No, no, no, no.

I shouldn't have done that.

I shouldn't have done that.

I'm so sorry.

I need you to be calm, okay?

[takes deep breath]

As soon as you get home,

pack everything you own.

We're leaving tomorrow.

I can't.

I'm not going to let someone

hurt you like that ever.

Ever again.

Okay.

[commentator] It'll all

come down to this.

One final play

from the Bulldogs.

f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck.

[player 3] And hut!

[grunting]

[commentator] John David Smith

looks downfield.

No time remaining.

Pass is in the air.

And it is...

Caught! For a touchdown.

[crowd cheering]

[commentator]

A 39-yard strike.

John David Smith

to Jordan Claypool.

And that will seal the deal

as the Bulldogs are able

to pull off the victory.

And by the skin of their teeth,

the Bulldogs remain

undefeated on the season.

The Bulldogs will be going

on the road next week

to face the Panthers

of Sopchoppy.

Tonight's final score:

Bulldogs 12, Clarksville 10.

[melancholy music]

[crickets chirping]

You wanna go beat his a*s?

Take our money back?

It's f*cking bullshit, man.

f*cking bullshit.

I mean, we did every g*dd*mn

thing we was supposed to do,

and still, everybody else found

a way to f*ck it up for us, man.

No, they didn't, man.

This is our fault.

Our fault?

How the f*ck

is it our fault, man?

Portia lying,

the f*cking kid lying,

Lorenzo not showing up,

this is clearly not

our f*cking fault, man.

This is not our f*cking fault.

Lorenzo tried to warn us, man.

If we'd listened,

right now we'd be fine.

This was on us.

You f*cking hear yourself

right now?

This ain't on us, man.

-Brook-- Just shut up.

-We didn't do nothing wrong.

-Just shut up.

-We did everything

-we was supposed to.

-Brook, shut the f*ck up!

All right.

Just get in the truck, man.

Come on, come on.

[melancholy music continues]

[railroad crossing bells ring]

[Brook]

Whose f*cking car is that, man?

[crickets chirping]

Looks like Lorenzo's girl.

Since when

does Lorenzo have a girl?

Why don't you get out

so I can get going?

Where are you going?

[sighs]

Gonna go face the music.

Tonight? What the f*ck

are you gonna do that for, man?

Just wait till tomorrow.

We'll figure this sh*t out.

Brook.

I wanted to be destined

for something good, but...

I always felt like my fate

was to be a complete f*ck-up.

[sighs] But, you know,

that ain't what life's about.

Life ain't defined

by circumstances.

Life's defined by how you react

to those circumstances.

You know, the decisions

that you make and...

What makes a good man

is having the ability

to take responsibility

for those actions.

Even if you are

a complete f*ck-up.

You want me to, um...

You want me to--

I want you to get out

of the truck, Brook.

Go on.

[car door shuts]

[engine starts, whirs]

[emotional music]

[engine revs]

[train honks horn]

[owl hoots]

[man 1] Money in the bag

right here.

This is easy money.

[man 2] Man, man, I don't--

I had 30 on one for the game.

[Shiloh] Easy money, you say.

[man 2] Well, I got a spread

on the m*therf*cker now.

We can dub their a*s.

Boy, let's go.

-[Shiloh chuckles] Oh, yeah?

-[man 2] Dubs, baby. Let's go.

[man 1] sh*t. Look who

the f*cking wind blew in.

You got my money?

I do not.

Then I guess

you better have a seat.

[tense music]

So when you plan

on paying me back?

-Next Friday.

-[Shiloh] Next Friday.

You still gamble?

That's why you ain't got

my money, ain't it?

You gambled it all away, right?

You know what?

I'm feeling generous as hell.

Let's play spades.

You and Paul versus me and Raj.

And if you win,

I'll give you one more week.

I think I'm all right.

Here I am,

trying to help this man out.

And all of a sudden, he's afraid

to do a little bit of gambling.

I ain't scared.

I just play real poker.

Not whatever the hell it is

y'all playing over there.

All right.

Dealer's choice.

[tense music]

Five-card draw.

[tense music continues]

[tense music continues]

Full house beats a flush.

[Shiloh] Where the f*ck

you think you're going?

We ain't done yet.

[knocks on door]

Where's Unc?

He went to see Shiloh.

You f*cking hit her?

What? No.

What's wrong with you?

-What happened to her face?

-How did y'all get the money?

Dude, we didn't get

the f*cking money, man.

-The kid didn't throw the game.

-Wait, wait, wait.

If y'all didn't get the money,

then why did he go see Shiloh?

Something about

facing the music.

Dude, I don't-- Unc sounded

out of his f*cking mind, man.

Why the hell

aren't you with him?

I do not f*ck around

about my baby girl.

I wanna know

why you thought it was okay

to try to hook

your punk-a*s nephew up

-with my daughter.

-It got nothing to do with me.

And you expect for me

to believe that sh*t?

I've dealt with

every m*therf*cker in this town.

But it's always you.

I've worked my a*s off

to get where I am.

I've built all of this

from nothing.

I'm no different than any

of these other m*therf*ckers.

But you don't treat no one else

the way you treat me.

Why is that, Anthony?

You know what I think?

I think it kills you

to see a black man winning.

g*dd*mn, man,

it got nothing to do with it.

Is that right?

Aye, yo, Raj.

[Raj] Yo.

You remember four years ago

when I took

this m*therf*cker's money?

sh*t. Yeah, I remember.

Right before

he threw that first punch,

what was it he said again?

I don't know, I can't recall.

I was on the horn.

So, Anthony, tell us.

What's it you said?

I called you

a stupid f*cking idiot.

No. No.

Now, listen.

This is gonna go

one of two ways.

You're gonna admit and apologize

and get me my f*cking money

before next week.

Or we're gonna f*ck you up.

All of us.

Tell them what you called me.

That night...

I called you...

I called you

a stupid f*cking idiot

-and then I whooped your a*s--

-You know you ain't beat my a*s!

-You know why I can't stand you?

-Tell them the truth.

You're a sore f*cking loser.

For four years,

you've lied about what I said,

all because you think it somehow

erases the fact that you lost.

I never lost!

I ain't the one who gotta

lie to prove anything!

You won't tell them

what you said.

You won't admit you sent

your nephew after my daughter.

Hell, you won't even admit

you fumbled the f*cking ball.

g*dd*mn, Shiloh.

What if I did fumble

the football?

-Does that change anything?

-You g*dd*mn right.

All right, what does it change?

It changes the fact

that you lost us the game,

-not me!

-All right, yeah.

What does that change?

'Cause I would already know,

so it don't change nothing

for me.

If you go up in

the high school gym right now,

there'd still be

a 1998 MVP plaque

with my name on it.

That ain't gonna change.

You go on and tell someone

that Shiloh didn't fumble

the football

in the 1998 state championship.

You know what they're gonna say?

They're gonna say...

"Who?"

[tense music in crescendo]

[slow dramatic music]

Shiloh, what the f*ck?

What did you just do?

What did you do, Shiloh?

What the f*ck, man?

[high-pitched ringing]

[birds chirping]

[clattering]

Lorenzo, have you seen Unc?

Where are you going?

I'm leaving.

For how long?

For good.

Oh, no, no, no,

no, no, no. Hold on.

[dialing numbers]

[Lorenzo]

Who are you calling?

Have you told him

you're leaving?

-Not yet.

-Goddammit, man.

Pick up the f*cking phone, Unc!

[phone rings]

Brook.

Where's Unc?

f*ck you, rednecks.

[bell dings]

[Dave] County says

I can't serve until 10:00.

Not my rules.

Was Unc in here last night?

No.

Hey, Brook.

Everything all right?

[bell dings]

[cell phone rings]

-Yeah.

- Talked to Dave.

Unc wasn't here last night.

f*ck. That's not good, man.

Did you check

the hardware store?

Yeah, no sign of him there.

What about the grocery store?

You think he's there?

They would've been closed

last night.

He coulda went this morning.

I don't-- I don't know.

Yeah, it's worth a shot.

I'll head there now.

[muffled screaming]

[Brook] Where the f*ck am I?

What the f*ck is this?

Goddammit, man! What the f*ck?

Oh, f*ck, man.

f*ck. No, no, no!

[muffled screaming]

-Shut up.

-[grunts]

[Paul] It's time to pay up,

m*therf*cker.

-[Shiloh] Two weeks.

-Shut up, b*tch.

I gave you two weeks.

But you ain't f*cking listen!

You think

we're f*ck' playing, huh?

Oh, you got

something you wanna say?

[muffled groans]

[muffled groaning echoes]

I'm gonna get

your f*cking money.

I'm gonna get

your f*cking money.

And you're gonna get it to me

by next Friday?

-Yes.

-Are you f*cking sure?

[strained] I swear

to f*cking God,

I'm gonna get

your f*cking money.

All right then.

I'll be seeing you then.

[breathing heavily]

[coughs, spits]

Hey. Hey!

Where's my uncle, man?

[panting]

[coughs]

[engine whirring]

[Lorenzo] You uh...

You heard from Unc?

[gags]

[breathes shakily]

We gotta call the law.

What the f*ck

are they gonna do, man?

They already know

the sh*t Shiloh does--

That hardly compares

to a f*cking m*rder, Brook.

What are you gonna do,

go to the law?

We ain't got

no f*cking evidence.

How you going

if we got no proof?

They'll know

when they take one look at you.

They'll know what?

That he beat my a*s?

What's that, a month in county?

I'm gonna k*ll

that m*therf*cker.

Shut the f*ck up, Brook.

I'm serious.

I'm gonna k*ll him.

Shut the f*ck up!

That's all

it ever is with you, man!

You put yourself in this hole,

then you dig the m*therf*cker

deeper and deeper

until somebody else

has to pull you out of it.

If you don't wanna go

to the law, fine!

But you're on your own.

What are you gonna do?

You gonna run off

with that girl?

Like a coward?

Call me a coward again.

-f*cking coward.

-Call me a f*cking coward again!

[panting]

You don't think

he's gonna hunt you down?

You saw what he did

to his own daughter.

What the f*ck you think

he's gonna do to you?

[door shuts]

[engine starts, whirs]

[suspenseful music]

[suspenseful music continues]

[door shuts]

[engine starts, whirs]

[engine revs]

[vehicles whoosh]

[suspenseful music continues]

[engine rumbling]

[crickets chirping]

[vehicles whooshing]

[tense music]

[crickets chirping]

[leaves rustle]

[door creaks]

[lock clinks]

[Shiloh] What the f*ck

you doing?

[dramatic music]

The f*ck you gonna do with that?

What's wrong?

[dramatic musical buildup]

You think I'm scared of you?

Who the f*ck you think

you supposed to be?

Now the only thing

that you gonna do

is get me my g*dd*mn money!

[Brook coughs]

[Shiloh] Get up.

[coughs]

Get the f*ck outta here.

[dramatic music continues]

[thud in distance]

[footsteps approaching]

[door opens]

[door squeaks]

[water running]

["The Clock" by Thomas Hendon

and Brian Daste plays]

Sway like the trees

in an autumn breeze

You are the leaves

And I am the sun

[fire crackles]

And I am the sun

[water running]

Together we exist

in this place

We're running a race

Against time alone

[fire crackling]

Against time alone

How long can we go on

in this routine?

How long can we do

the exact same thing?

No one knows

No one knows

But one moment we're here

I'm sorry, man.

And the next we're gone

And the next we're gone

And the next we're gone

Still the clock ticks on

But one moment we're here

And the next we're gone

And the next we're gone

[birds chirping]

[tranquil guitar music]

[tractor whirring]

[man] Let's go, slick.

Let me get another one.

Anthony?

Ah sh*t, Brook.

I like to have not even

recognized you.

How you been, man?

You see it, man. You see it.

Didn't you used to have

longer hair?

Uh-uh.

Uh, there's something different

about you.

I got some work done

to my nose, man.

I used to--

used to have a bigger nose.

No, that ain't it.

It'll come to me, though.

I'm glad

to see you doing good, bud.

[indistinct background chatter]

["Yesterday Don't Matter"

by Bill Burnett and Geoff Levin]

Been there before

It's a long, long road

A road

that leads to nowhere

You learn to lie,

you learn to steal

That'll all

just turn to dust

Yesterday don't matter

You got a clean slate anyway

Yesterday don't matter

And the future that you want

It's about what you do today

Not always blood

But we're family here

It's time you learn to trust

Yesterday don't matter

You got a clean slate anyway

Yesterday don't matter

And the future that you want

It's about what you do today