[ Clicking ]
[ Paper rustling ]
-[ Clears throat ]
[ Paper rustling ]
[ Sighs ]
[ Glasses clatter ]
-I don't know what's
the matter with you, Davis.
I really don't.
-I don't either, sir.
-I mean, that mess
at the zoo last month.
Now this?
I know.
-I mean, how many
of those young people
went on this movie field trip?
-Uh...
Ben.
Jamie. Andrea.
Tamika. Malcolm.
John B. John W.
I took Dennis, Julie,
Dante, Scott.
Jarrod came.
Nikki, Igor, and Mike.
And myself.
-Had you seen this film
before you took 'em?
-No. No, sir.
-Had you heard
anything about it?
-From my understanding,
it was about Christ
and temptation and whatnot
and something cool
for the kids.
You know, hip.
-Edgy.
-Yeah. Yeah. Exac-- Exactly.
-You know what "NR" means?
Not Rated?
Used to mean Rated X,
but they changed it.
-I know that now.
-Miss Cheatham
wrote in her complaint,
"Jarrod came home and said,
'We saw dongs going in.
The people in the movie
were nude with no clothes, Mom.
And we saw dongs going in."
-It was just one dong.
-What?
-It was just one.
And you didn't see it going in.
It was the editing.
It was all in your mind.
-Even if it wasn't going in,
you saw a dong
and you stayed
the rest of the movie
and allowed kids to stay.
-Yes, sir.
-Yeah, this is over.
You-- Give me
the keys to the van.
-Sir, please. Okay.
W-What am I supposed to do?
-You got another job,
don't you?
-Yeah, but those kids
don't like me.
-Davis, I'm not sure
these kids like you.
And, in fact, if I were you,
I'd spend less time
worrying about who likes me
or how people feel about me
and spend more time
trying to like yourself.
Taking kids to see
an intercourse movie
to be hip?
That ain't it.
-I'm a bad person.
-No, you're not.
You just make bad choices.
My keys.
Want 'em.
-You look at me
when I'm talking to you!
Sitting up here acting like...
You...dirty m*therf*cker.
Oh, don't put your head
down now!
Boo! He come home talking to me
about some dongs!
You nasty-a*s,
perverted m*therf*cker!
[ Baby coos ]
"Idiots."
[ g*nsh*t ]
[ Chatter ]
[ Telephones ringing ]
-Hello. This is Stacy with
Helping Hand Debt Resolution.
Is this Mrs...
-Hi. This is Helping Hand
Debt Resolution.
Can I speak
to John Swafford, please?
-Hello. This is Helping Hand
Debt Resolution.
Can I speak
to Matthew Strawn, please?
[ Chatter ]
[ Gargling ]
-[ Chuckles ] Okay. Here we go.
Oh, that dude's f*cked.
Oh, sh*t.
[ Laughing ]
-[ Grunting ]
Oh, sh*t! Oh, his ankle!
Oh, sh*t!
-I'll f*ck you up!
-I'll f*cking k*ll you!
-f*ck you!
-What?
I'm not a f*cking
mind reader, man.
-Hey, Mark, can I talk
to you for a minute?
-[ Chuckles ] What?
What, are you
f*cking kidding me?
-I fought for you.
-I bust my a*s for this place.
My a*s!
-Well, I know that,
but it's a numbers thing.
They've got spreadsheets.
-f*ck out of here
with that nerd sh*t.
Okay? What about loyalty?
Seniority?
Connie's only been here a year.
Lose her!
-We're cutting her, too.
Lots of folks, actually.
It's-- It's kind of a bloodbath.
-What? This is my job.
-I know.
-My job, man!
My job!
-I know, bro. I'm-- I'm sorry.
[ Telephone ringing ]
-Aah! Aah!
What the f*ck, Brian?!
-[ Screaming ]
-It's incredible!
-[ Snorting ]
[ Indistinct chatter ]
-Here come the goodies
[ Laughs ]
-Being eaten by demons.
-[ Coughing ]
[ Inhales sharply ]
-The store is open.
-You know what? f*ck it.
I'm better than them.
I don't even care.
-Yeah. Yeah.
-You got any painkillers?
-No. No.
I got some 40-mil Lopadrol.
-What the f*ck is that?
-It's like, uh, animal
tranquilizers or something.
Horses or...
-Oh, yeah.
-I don't know.
What else do I have here?
Oh, I got some
Dark Web tincture,
but you got to be careful
with this sh*t.
Like one or two drops,
this sh*t will spin your wig.
-Less talky, more gimme.
Alright. 150. Okay.
-So, what are you gonna do?
-Good question, honest workers
being out of fashion these days.
-Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
I got something if you want it.
-What? No, I'm not pushing
a wiener cart, man.
-Not-- [ Laughs ]
Not with me.
My buddy Huff
got another DUI,
so they took his truck away,
but before that,
he was doing the transport gig.
Was driving the rehab kids.
-Okay.
-So they need another guy.
-[Coughing ]What?
Dude, I'm not
a f*cking babysitter.
[ Snorting ]
How much they pay?
[ Tires screech ]
[ Engine shuts off ]
[ Man coughing ]
[ Door beeps ]
[ Bells jingle ]
-Hello?
-Notary.
Two pieces I.D.
-Oh. Uh, no.
I'm here about the, um,
uh, transport job?
-Oh. Huh.
Okay. Just one I.D., then.
Preferably something
with a picture.
But, you know, whatever.
You know what we do here?
-Uh, drive delinquents
to jail or something?
-[ Sighs ] Jail to court
is the State Troopers.
We operate private,
subcontracted by a family's
legal representative
to transport their loved ones in
distress to treatment locations.
It's a very personal,
very delicate service
we offer to people
who are dealing with
extremely difficult
circumstances.
Now, you got brass knuckles,
anything like that?
-Well, my--
my keychain is real heavy.
-Perfect.
Your rate plus expenses are paid
after the client is delivered.
You'll need to sign those forms.
[ Door opens ]
[ Bell jingles ]
Oh, okay.
Here's Davis. This is Mark.
I'm gonna get his feet wet
with you on the Kimberly thing.
-Um, yeah. About that.
The point is,
I just don't have a van.
-You got me f*cked up
with this.
First Hufferson. Now you?
I got no wheels.
-I know. I know.
I'm-- I'm sorry.
-[ Spits ] f*ck it. Get a wash.
-So, how do you want to do this?
-What do you mean?
-I figure you got
the body mass,
so you're the logical one
to restrain him.
And I can work
the psychological angle.
"It's over, f*ck.
You're not going anywhere."
Like that.
-That's not how it works.
-Well, I thought
these were bad eggs.
-Eggs?
-Yeah, like psychos
and junkies and sh*t.
-They're ch--
They're children, alright?
Frightened
and confused children.
They deserve our respect.
-Whatever.
But if someone makes
a move on me, I'm gonna react.
I'd expect you
to understand that.
-What?
-Get that wax.
-What do you mean,
you expect me to--
Why would I-- Why would you
expect me to understand that?
Alright. Just follow
my lead on this, okay?
You don't know me.
Just know I got three years'
of experience on this.
Don't do anything
until I tell you.
And you're not a cop
or a bounty hunter.
-Why were you crying?
-I wasn't crying.
-Well, I saw you.
-No!
No, you didn't.
-Okay.
[ Gates creaking ]
f*cking trying too hard.
-Just don't
embarrass me, please.
Hey!
[ Doorbell rings ]
-I thought you slowed down
for me to do it!
-Nobody slowed down.
-You can still push it. You...
-[ Sighs ]
-Dorindo?
-There is a man
who wears pink panties
Comes to brothel every night
-Sheridan.
-There's monsters
naked in the closet
[ Music shuts off ]
-It's time.
-And what if I k*lled myself?
-No. No.
That's a permanent solution...
to a temporary problem.
We're here to help.
-[ Whimpers ]
I'm ready.
-We're gonna have to
pat down your pockets.
Back of the hand, okay?
-Mm-hmm.
[ Patting ]
-Back of the hand.
[ Patting ]
Okay. You're good. Ready?
-Yeah.
-Okay.
-You're not gonna give us
any problems, are you?
-Mr. Southard? Please.
-He can speak.
You're not gonna
squirrel on us, are you, kid?
-I'm not gonna do anything.
-See? I'm just setting
some ground rules.
Little f*ck!
Oh. Ohh! I knew it!
I f*cking knew it.
-Mark! Stop!
[ Both panting ]
-Okay.
[ Bone cracks ]
Ohh! Aah! Aah! My ankle!
Oh, no!
-I-I appreciate you letting
my partner use the facilities.
And I'm-- I'm sure
it wasn't a number two.
And don't worry about Sheridan.
He's in great hands.
-Hm.
I would advise you
to be very careful.
-Oh, we treat all of our clients
with the utmost care
and respect.
-I mean, careful of him.
-What do you mean,
Mrs. Kimberly?
-Oh, no. I'm Miss Waingro.
I'm the estate guardian
and the legal facilitator.
Mr. and Mrs. Kimberly
are at the chateau.
Okay, by the terms
of this agreement,
sponsored by the office
of the State Attorneys General,
you are now legally responsible
for Sheridan Foxworth Kimberly
until such time
he is physically admitted
to the treatment facility
indicated herein.
Good day.
-So, what do your folks do?
-Have you ever heard
of Cole and Kimberly?
-Diapers and toothpaste
and whatnot?
-Yeah, it's my dad.
And my grandfather, actually.
And some dude named Cole.
But now it's just my dad.
-Oh.
-Well, I guess millionaires
have their challenges in life
like everyone else.
-Billionaires, too.
-How about your dad?
-He passed,
but he worked as a line cook.
-Hm. I think that's great.
-Hey. You gotta drive.
Since my foot's
all f*cked up now.
-Okay. Okay.
-And just be careful.
I got my eye on a trade-in.
-Okay.
Clogged your f*cking john,
smart guy.
[ Door opens and closes ]
[ Rock music plays ]
Get that sh*t out of here.
[ Music shuts off ]
-Seat belt.
Please.
So, Sheridan...
-It's my f*cking car.
-What's your drug of choice?
-What?
-That right there
is the first question
they're gonna ask you
at Fresh Path.
-[ Chuckles ] I'm not
going there for drugs.
-Denial ain't just
a river in Egypt.
-Good one.
-Okay, then. Weed, I guess.
-Ah. Devil's grass.
Now, that--
that'll sneak up on you.
First, it's recreation.
-Whoa, whoa, wait.
You going to rehab for weed?
-Hey!
-No. That's fine.
-Unbelievable, man!
Participation-trophy culture.
-I just said that I wasn't.
-Okay. What else then?
-[ Laughs ]
I've done acid over 20 times.
-[ Chuckles ]
Oh, baby! Legally insane!
-Mark!
-Whoo! Oh, man.
We used to eat acid like popcorn
back in high school.
Never once crinkled my brow.
-Okay.
-Hey. You see this scar right
here? See that m*therf*cker?
-You ever blown pharmaceutical
coke off a hooker's a*s?
-Both: What?
-You ever smoke opium
out of a scuba mask
on a Poole Chaffee yacht?
-Hey. Wait. Slow down.
A wh-- A f*ck-- A what mask?
-Oh, man. You have no idea.
-When was this?
-Which time?
-"Which time?"
-Alright. Listen. Listen.
This is something
that Sheridan should be
speaking about to his counselor.
Alright? Not us.
-Man. It must be nice, huh?
Everything handed to you.
-Do I look sad to you?
-I can't tell.
-Darling, don't you change
For me
-Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
-Darling, don't you change
Don't you ever change,
my love
Please stay the way you are
You're my sweetest melody
You're my brightest
shining sh**ting star
[ Bell dings ]
[ Chatter ]
-Guys, I just want to say
that I apologize.
The stuff I was saying
in the car earlier wasn't true.
I guess I'm just kind of scared.
-Hey.
There's nothing
to be ashamed of, okay?
You're fine.
-And I'm sorry about your ankle.
I kind of freaked out.
Uh, is it okay
if I use the bathroom?
-Oh, yeah.
Mark will go with you.
-What the f*ck?
-Don't you ever provoke
a client like that again,
or you and I are
gonna have trouble.
I'm lead here. You're secondary.
Your only function
is to operate the vehicle.
You can't even do that.
So as far as I'm concerned,
you're useless.
-I think you're just raw
that I got him to open up
and you didn't.
-Ain't meant to open him up.
Alright?
That's on the other end.
-Well, you brought up
his drug of choice.
-Yeah, but--
Yeah, but not to brag on it.
And be sure Ms. Dorindo's
gonna hear about your conduct.
-Didn't your mom ever tell you
nobody likes a tattletale?
-My mama?!
-Hey, you want me
to watch him or not?!
-Go ahead!
-Going!
-Alright! Hurry up!
-Okay! I'm gone!
[ Bell dings ]
-sh*t. sh*t.
[ Toilet flushes ]
[ Chuckles ]
Man, for a second there...
-Where could I have gone?
-Look, kid. I get it, okay?
Guys like you and me, we're used
to being up in the high steel.
Right? Come down
to the bottom like this?
With guys like that?
Man, it can be hard to breathe.
They're so used to losing.
It can be, like, contagious.
You know what I mean?
-I think so.
-That's just the way
the world is.
Sometimes we gotta eat sh*t.
But the trick...
The trick is not asking
for seconds.
We're better than that.
-Thanks, Mark.
-Eh, you're gonna be fine.
What the f*ck is this?
Bro, you drove over that glass.
-What? I what?
-That broken glass!
-What broken glass?
No, I didn't!
-This whole parking lot
is broken glass!
-If the whole parking lot's
broken glass,
how would I not drive over it?
-[Chuckling] Ohh!
Oh, so you did drive on it!
-Are you insane?!
-You just said!
I f*cking caught you!
-Just stop! I'm done with you.
Alright?
Just pop the trunk
and let me get a spare.
Alright. It's just a spare!
Mark.
He didn't have a spare, ma'am.
-You should have checked that.
You're the lead.
I don't think
your head's on right lately.
-The man said he can have
the right wheel for us
first thing in the morning.
-You're f*cking
with my livelihood.
-I apologize.
-I can't eat "I apologize."
Damn it, Davis. Get receipts.
Maybe we can bill
for some of this.
I will tell them
that you'll have the kid there
first thing tomorrow,
but I swear to God,
you f*ck this up, too,
apologies won't cut it!
-15%'s f*cking robbery.
-So go to Quick Loan!
-Glass everywhere.
-Glass everywhere.
-Thank you!
Did I not say that? f*cking...
-Y'all gonna be cash
or charge on this?
-I don't give a sh*t.
That guy's paying for it.
[ Spits ]
[ Bell dings ]
[ Bell dings ]
[ Laughter ]
-Nelson, you son of a b*tch!
Get over here!
[ Chatter ]
[ Laughter ]
-Where the f*ck
is this as*h*le?
[ Clattering ]
[ Can opens ]
[ Laughter ]
-Oh, man!
[ Chatter ]
[ Fizzing ]
[ No dialogue ]
-What is hell?
Hell is what we make
for our own selves
when we fail to recognize
God's great grace on this Earth
and in each other.
I see you. I see God's grace.
I see a brother.
And that grace
is reflected back upon me.
That's me believing
you're gonna stop
at that stop sign
just like I am.
Because we're on this road
together, aren't we?
-Hey. I got you guys some sodas.
[ Thump ]
-And if we're all open
to God's love...
-You're welcome.
-I said--
I said, "Thank you," man.
I said, "Thank you."
-Hey. Thanks, Mark.
-Don't mention it.
-That's how we all
get home safely.
I really just think that's a--
that's a beautiful...
-Hey, is this room
getting smaller to you?
-I need to ask you
for whatever you can spare.
[ High-pitched ringing ]
If that's a dollar...
I need you to dig deep down.
-Ignorant sheeps.
-I was listening to that.
-What? Are you kidding me?
-No. No, I'm not.
I'm proud Presbyterian here.
My father was a deacon.
My mother,
she taught in Sunday school.
Are they ignorant to you, Mark?
-Well, I didn't mean them.
I meant them.
-No, no. Never mind them.
You said "ignorant."
-Don't be so touchy, man.
It's been a long-a*s day. Okay?
I just-- I don't want to
listen to anything inane.
-You-- Listen to your words.
Inane?
-Oh, boy. Never mind.
-Oh, no.
Say what you want to say.
You want to say it,
so just get it out.
Say what you want to say, Mark.
-I'm trying
if you'd stop
repeating yourself!
-Nobody's stopping you.
-Religion ain't real, man.
It's science fiction.
Like time machines
and submarines.
Just there to
keep you people down.
-"You people"?
-Church people.
-Okay. Church people
are, what, a monolith?
And you're somehow superior?
[ Indistinct arguing ]
-...put labels on people that
don't know nothing about me.
[ Fizzing ]
-Man. I got no respect for that.
[ Indistinct arguing ]
-Oh, don't start
that sh*t with me.
My stepdad was Jewish.
-I don't give a f*ck
about your stepdad, Mark!
-Well, I f*cking loved him!
-That may be.
What does that have to do
with what I'm talking about?!
-You wish you knew my stepdad.
-Guys, guys, guys.
-Ron was a f*cking saint!
-Calm down, alright?
We've all had a long day.
We're fried.
Let's just chill out.
-sh*t.
-Let's just calm down...
and think about all the dogs.
-It must be so easy for you.
No belief. No connection.
Not wanting to live a full life.
-Well, I'm living a full life.
What? What about the dogs?
-I'm gonna take a walk.
'Cause I'm losing my temper.
Keep an eye on him.
-Okay.
-Or is that too inane
for you, Mark?
-Don't worry about me.
-Nobody's worried
about you, Mark.
-Enjoy your walk.
-Earn your keep.
-Alright.
Remember when you were
supposed to be on that walk?
Why do I still f*cking see you?
Bye!
[ Scoffs ]
-[ Scoffs ]
[ Electricity buzzing ]
[ Distorted chatter ]
[ Lasers zapping ]
-[ Grunting ]
-Dong.
[ Squishing ]
[ Applause ]
-Ah, yes!
[ Laughs ]
Oh, yeah!
[ Laughs ]
Stupid a*s.
[ Chatter ]
-[ Sobbing ]
-Oh, hey. Come on.
Don't cry, man.
-Why not? I'm a f*cking loser.
-What? No, you're not.
You blew coke off
a hooker's butt. Remember?
-No.
I've never even kissed a girl.
-Wait. Is that--
A-Are you being for real?
-And I never will, either.
-Hey. Hey.
Of course you will. Come on.
-I won't, because I'm gonna
be locked up, alright?
And I'm not going for drugs.
It's emotional issues
from my parents' divorce.
-You know, they're, um-- Yeah.
No, there was a-- there was
a bar back down the road a bit.
Let's go meet some chicks!
-They won't let me in.
-No fake I.D.?
-No.
-sh*t.
[ Chatter on television ]
I got an idea.
-Hm?
[ Laughter ]
-Okay. Okay.
Okay.
You're okay. Yeah. Right here.
Lord, I don't know
what's wrong with me.
I want to be good.
I want to be good so bad.
But I can't.
You won't let me be good.
Why won't you let me?
I can be better.
-What?
What?
[ Truck horn blares ]
[ Beeping ]
-Hm...
Maybe...
Maybe I'll just get a hundy.
-Maybe.
It's whatever you think works.
-Hm. $150.
-sh*t. Is that--
-Kid looks like
Sheridan Kimberly.
-It is!
-Oh, man.
That kid's a f*cking legend.
-Yes. Success!
-f*ck!
f*ck!
-Knock it off!
-Hey! You two! Go home.
-Nice shot.
-Thanks!
[ Chatter ]
-I was having
a conversation with...
[ Chatter ]
-Okay.
Hello.
[ Clears throat ]
Welcome. Welcome.
Um, are you--
Do you speak English?
-Mm-hmm.
-English?
-Yes.
-Okay.
Make yourself at home.
I'm Mark. That's Sheridan.
It's his birthday.
-Hmm!
-Irina.
-Irina. Exotic.
Okay. Excellent.
It's nice to meet you.
We have snacks, Irina.
Come on. [ Laughs ] Let's go.
Yeah. It's okay.
Oh, that's--
Watch out for that. Okay.
Money for Irina.
So many E's in your name.
-I can change there?
-You can change there.
Uh, take your time.
Time. Take your time.
Is that a real word?
-Time.
-Time.
[ Chatter in distance ]
[ Fizzing ]
[ Stomach growls ]
[ Door opens ]
-Whoa! Showtime.
Happy birthday, buddy.
It's his birthday.
Yeah. Play something real sexy.
-Great idea.
[ Rock music plays ]
[ Stomach growling ]
-[ Gasps ]
-Oh, no.
-Dear God.
-[ Farts ]
-[ Retches ]
-Are you sure that's my room?
-You're Mr. Hinch, aren't you?
-I don't know who I am.
-Unbelievable.
-I want to touch you.
-Hm?
You cannot.
-How much?
-It's not the price.
I just don't do it.
-Come on. Take off the bottom.
-No.
-[ Scoffs ]
I can pay you anything you want.
-Oh, really?
Your friend is asleep in sh*t.
-No, no. I can pay you
anything you want.
Not him.
-[ Laughs ] No.
-It's not funny.
-Do you always
get everything you want?
-Yes.
-I think we are done.
-I was just kidding. I'm sorry.
-Okay.
-I just-- What if I...
Can I do one thing?
-What?
-Can I kiss your neck?
-$20 extra.
-Okay.
-Okay.
-[ Gasps ]
[ Irina gasping ]
-No, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no.
-Sorry.
[ Beeping ]
Thank you.
-Hey. It's okay.
-You're a good man.
-Oh. Thank you.
-[ Gasps ]
-[ Screams ]
What the f*ck?!
Whoa!
-This might sting.
You got your tetanus shot?
Mine is the kingdom,
the power, and the glory.
[ Toilet flushes ]
-I can see how this has made
your job difficult tonight.
You're a man who takes pride
in what he does.
I respect that. Hey, I am too.
Are you familiar
with the philosophy
that everyone everywhere
is always doing the best
that they are able to
in that given moment?
-I'm gonna
just toss your pants, okay?
-Yeah, sure. Thank you, Rishik.
Appreciate you, man.
We're all doing
our best here, sir.
Okay? I know that may not seem
like a lot or even enough.
But in this given moment,
it's all we have.
And that, you see, that is
where compassion comes in.
-Get the f*ck out.
-Thank you again, miss.
This is very kind of you.
-I'm sorry, Davis.
This is, um...
Sabrina.
-Irina.
-Irina.
Irina, Davis.
-It's lovely to meet you, Irina.
[ Television playing ]
[ Door opens ]
[ Conversing in Ukrainian ]
-You wear bathrobe outside?
-Uh, yes, ma'am.
-[ Groans ]
Are you hurt?
-No.
-Where's your phone?
-It's gone.
-Your money?
-Robbed?
-These men rob it?
-No.
[ Irina sighs ]
But they are going to
help me get it back.
-So long, sucker!
-Drop it, Tony!
Right in front of you.
Kick it over here.
-How you doing?
-Move back. Back up!
-You ever get
the feeling like...
...you're not real?
-Just take it easy
till the police get here.
-Like you're watching
someone else
do what you do on a screen.
But you're separated from it
because you've become a electric
ghost without a real body.
-Of course. Everybody does.
-You never had a chance.
-A minute there...
...I thought
God was talking to me.
I was so happy.
Come to find out...
I was just poisoned.
-Look. About that.
-I must have missed the stuff
when I frisked him.
That's my mistake.
-I-I mean, the kid is devious.
Okay?
Could have happened to anyone.
-Anyone stupid.
-Hey. Don't say that, man.
-And you.
You brought a stripper
to the room, huh?
-Oh, look at you
judging someone
for what they do for work.
-I'm not judging her.
I'm judging you
for bad judgment.
-[ Scoffs ] Whatever.
-If she hadn't been there,
I might have died.
-Whatever.
-But that kid made a fool of me.
And for that,
I will have his scalp.
That is not a euphemism.
I am going to cut the skin
off the top of his head.
The hair. All of it.
I will not rest.
I will not be distracted.
I will not miss.
[ Vomits ]
[ Gasping ]
f*ck's in serious trouble.
[ Clears throat ] Excuse me.
-Doomed.
[ Cellphone rings ]
-What, like prison, prison?
-Yeah.
Mm-hmm. Sure.
-Dorindo. Dorindo.
Dorindo. Dorindo.
-What?
-You got it.
-Just answer.
Start talking on the phone.
-Davis?
Davis?
-Miss Dorindo.
Hey, it's, uh--
it's Mark Southard.
Uh, I'm just off the phone
with the garage,
and, uh, it's looking like
they're not gonna be able
to get us moving until
later in the day tomorrow.
-Take him on a bus.
-No, we actually
looked into that,
but given all the transfers,
we'd get there even later
than just waiting for the tire.
-So you are like
the transporter, then?
-I am with you.
Absolutely. Yeah, 100%.
-Yeah. Yeah.
I am like the transporter.
-Hm. How much do they pay?
-The kid's court deal
depends on this.
Doesn't happen,
the family's pissed,
and then the lawyers are pissed.
And who do you think pays us?
-The lawyers?
-There you go.
I got a business
reputation to uphold.
I'm not gonna risk it
'cause you guys
can't buy a f*cking tire.
Do I need to send
the sheriffs out?
-No. No need
to send the sheriffs.
-I'll tell the lawyers sundown.
After that,
I kick it to the cops.
And you can have liens on you
till you die.
Take every single paycheck.
-The-- The what, now?
The liens?
-Didn't you read
your contract?
The kid's
the sole responsibility
of the transpo operator.
This is your mess.
Legally and financially.
-[ Groans ]
-What?
-Uh, nothing. No.
He'll be there.
Um, hey. Uh, one more thing.
-What?
-Confidentially, um, Sheridan
mentioned some emotional issues.
-Do you live under a rock?
The kid's a maniac.
He's famous for it.
-Right. Uh, but, like, uh, what
did he do to get in trouble?
-He burned a bum.
-He burned a bum?
-Oh, yeah.
Set a homeless guy on fire
with lighter fluid.
Guy didn't die, though.
Sheridan's daddy worked it out.
Kept it out of the papers.
Kids gets two months
at Fresh Path,
and the victim
gets a big check.
So if these people
can clean up a mess like that,
how you think they feel about
the ones who un-clean it up?
You'll wish you was
lit on fire, baby.
-Right.
Sundown. Yeah.
No-- No problem.
-Mm-hmm.
Pizza okay, guys?
-Well?
-Sheridan!
-Sheridan Kimberly.
-We love Sheridan Kimberly!
-Sheridan doesn't give
a f*ck what you think.
-This dude is a king.
-What the f*ck?
[ Siren wails ]
-He is the coolest guy.
-What the f*ck, man?
-People are jealous
of Sheridan. That's all.
-[ Screams ]
-He did not hit that guy.
He lightly pushed him.
-Caused quite a stir in court
when he told the judge
to "gargle" them.
-He's doesn't act all fake
all the time.
-He's, like, amazing.
-f*ck out of here!
-He f*cking dominates,
you know?
-He's the f*cking sh*t!
-And I love that shirt
he's wearing.
-We have to call the police.
-What?
-No. The boy is rich.
You know
police will be his pets.
-My reasoning, too.
-We're responsible here.
Are you aware of
your legal accountability?
-Yes. I've read my contract.
Okay?
All the more reason
to find him fast.
-You are professional men.
Yes?
I mean, you can do it, right?
This is, like, your job?
-Our job is moving the kids,
not finding the kids.
-Think it through, man.
He's got no car.
He's got to be on foot.
How far could he get?
-He could hitchhike.
He could be lost in the woods.
-Well, I hope a f*cking bear
gets him.
-Maybe we set a trap?
-Ooh, I like that.
What you thinking?
Piano wire neck height?
-Caltrops.
-f*ck yeah!
-Guys, no! Alright?
Best to just cut our losses
before things get worse.
Gotta tell the police, and they
can do a dragnet or whatever.
We have no move here.
-"Move"?
I did four dancing parties
today before I met you.
Four.
An office, two fraternity,
and a construction site.
One man put salad dressing
on me for a joke.
I am a singer. You know?
I should be singing.
But I made $240 today.
And I want it back!
You are professional men.
-Yes. Yes.
-Yes? Yes?!
We get it back.
-You're a singer?
-Don't...look at me. Just...
[ Guitar playing ]
I dream a dream
And then I wake
Counting stars
and counting eggs
I brush my teeth
I wash my face
I hit the road
And I hit replay
And I wish, I wish
I wish for more
I'm sick of banging
on these doors
But I run, I hide
When they open up
Because I'm scared
I'm scared
That I'm not enough
I told my barber
I talked to God
I ask the ghosts in my room
We don't talk much,
but I call my sister
-She has not found
her way in the world yet.
But she gets by.
-Hey!
-[ Laughs ] No.
I-- Yeah.
-That was beautiful!
-Thank you.
-That was great.
Yeah.
-[ Snoring ]
[ Keyboard clacking ]
-What the f*ck is up, y'all?
This is Sheridan.
Let me show you my crib.
Here's a dumb-a*s painting
my grandma painted.
She's dead.
She was a b*tch anyway.
By the way, my house
is 17,000 square feet.
You f*ck' wish. My garage
is as big as your house.
Dumb f*ck.
[ Keyboard clacks ]
-I f*cking know those guys!
They were at the motel.
-They still are.
It's got to be one of those,
but I can't say which one.
-What's your ringtone?
-Wolves.
-Wolves?
-Wolves.
-Wolves?
-Are you deaf?!
[ Wolves howling ]
-There.
-There.
-Wolves.
[ Wolves howling ]
[ Wolves howling ]
[ Phone buzzing ]
[ Wolves howling ]
[ Wolves howling ]
[ Line ringing ]
-Hey, hey, hey! Hey!
Your mama!
-Sir...
[ Wolves howling ]
The back of your mama neck
look like a pack of hot dogs!
-Sir.
[ Wolves howling ]
-What is it, Sheridan?
-Shh.
-Your mama was an extra
in "Labyrinth"!
She got a five-head.
-Sir, you are not a guest here!
-Hey. Hey, hey, hey! I said--
-This is a private event!
-Got you, m*therf*cker!
-Aah!
-Sit down!
-sh*t!
-Back up!
-Right the f*ck back!
-Aah!
-You do not disrespect me! Boy!
You will not rob me, boy!
You do not bite me!
-Enough!
-I got a g*n in my car!
-[ Screaming ]
-Shut the f*ck--
-I make a f*cking
blood hex on you!
-No! Whoa, whoa, whoa!
-[ Speaking in tongues ]
-Hey, hey! Hey! Come on!
-Whoa! Whoa!
-Down! Down!
-Where's the rest of my money?
-[ Chuckles ]
[ Gasps ]
-Oh, sh...
sh*t! I'm so sorry.
-Let's-- Let's go.
-Okay.
-Your mama claps
on the 1 and the 7.
-My mama dead!
-These freaks got Sheridan!
Get your asses up!
-f*cking get 'em!
[ Indistinct shouting ]
-I'm sorry, man.
What she pass from?
My mama passed away.
Leukemia.
-Car accident.
-That's on me, man.
Bless your heart.
I apologize.
[ Indistinct shouting ]
-Come on!
-Look, I don't know
what you're doing back here,
but I really need you
off the premises, okay?
-Okay. I hear--
[ Door opens ]
-Hey, man! What are you doing?
-I'm calling the police!
-You just said
you wanted me to leave!
-9-1-1!
-Shh. Damn, you strong.
-Come on. Get your a*s in there.
-9-1-1!
-Let's go!
-Davis, let's go! Come on!
-You wanted me to leave!
-9-1-1! 9-1-1!
-I'm sorry!
-Come on! Come on!
-Whoo!
-Go! Go!
-Go!
-There they are!
Stop, m*therf*cker!
[ Indistinct shouting ]
[ Engine starts ]
[ Tires squeal ]
[ Indistinct shouting ]
[ Indistinct shouting ]
-That's Sheridan Kimberly!
You can't take him!
He's special!
-[ Grunts ]
-f*ck!
[ Wrench whirring ]
-Yep.
Found that in that tire.
Looks like a steak knife to me.
I kind of doubt
that's coincidental.
-Oh-h*. Okay.
Thank you, sir.
-Mm-hmm.
-How the brakes looking?
-They're not good.
-They're not good?
-Sorry.
-That tire come with a warranty?
-Um...
Oh. How much?
-Oh, less than half.
[ Sighs ] Better than nothing.
-Um, I wanted to apologize.
-Okay.
-Oh. Uh, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for everything.
There's no excuse.
And, uh, I think
you should press charges.
-[ Scoffs ] And go into court
against his family?
-Right.
-But I accept your apology.
-You two take care
of yourselves, okay?
-Whew.
Wow, wow, wow.
-I don't date customers.
-I didn't even say anything.
[ Chuckles ]
-Mark...
-Yeah.
-You...
are more like Sheridan
than you think.
[ Train clacking ]
-Damn.
[ Door closes ]
-[ Clicks tongue ]
[ Engine starts ]
-How's that ankle?
-Hurts.
-You need me to drive?
-You mind?
-Huh.
Let's finish this.
-[ Groans ]
-So what now, shitheads?
-Sheridan, shut the f*ck up!
Shut up!
Alright?!
One more f*cking word!
One more f*cking word, and I'll
snap a knot in your neck
and leave you in the creek
with the javelinas!
Try me!
Give me a f*cking excuse!
I'll put you face to face
with God today!
Shut up!
Seat belt, Mark.
-Sorry.
[ Engine starts ]
-You know...
we know what you did.
-What did I do?
-You set a human being on fire.
-[ Scoffs ] Human being?
-That make you feel big?
-Can I tell you something?
The time I done all that,
I'd done him the biggest favor
of his life.
He'll never have to work
another day,
not that he worked
in the first place.
-So money
makes it alright, huh?
-What are you, f*cking stupid?
-Hey, you understand
this man right here
is the only thing keeping you
from being dragged out
into the forest
and beaten like a dirty rug?
-All of a sudden,
you're brothers now?
What happened to all that
"down here at the
bottom" people sh*t
you were saying earlier, huh?
-That's--
That's not what I said.
Such a loser, he's contagious?
Oh, and here you are
bragging about drugs
to a kid you're supposed
to be taking to rehab.
-Well, you're not
going for drugs.
-Think it's a good idea?
Getting loaded
while watching a minor?
-Shut up!
-What's he talking about?
-He's a f*cking liar, man!
I don't f*cking--
-He had liquid marijuana
and weird painkillers.
That's what I put
in y'all's soda pops.
Because I hate you both.
You are beta-cuck trash.
And when you die,
nobody's gonna give a sh*t.
When I die, somebody's gonna
write a goddam book about me.
So just shut the f*ck up
and drive.
-Is what he's saying true?
-I...
-I'll have to inform
your counselors.
If I had to bet, it will affect
your legal arrangement.
-Maybe.
But you'll still be a sl*ve.
-Hey!
-Trying to bait me?
Already had to put my hands
on a good man
who was just trying
to do his job.
You? You can't
take me that long.
-I just might.
-I think you're full of sh*t.
You're scared to death.
Okay? You got no friends.
No family loves you,
as far as I can tell.
You got followers.
That's it. You're f*cking alone.
[ Scoffs ]
900,000 strangers online,
and not one person
you can call in real life.
"It's two corny old guys.
One white, one Black."
What, are you posting about us?
"We are in a red Buick Century.
License number RQT-6024."
What the f*ck is this?
-What is it?
-"Moving east on the 7 near 95.
No cell service. No cops.
Help me. I've been kidnapped
by preverts.
Perv-- Perverts!
"I will pay 5 million
for rescue. Not a joke."
-What?
-I'm taking off my seat belt.
Gonna punch this m*therf*cker.
-Mark! Mark!
Mark! Come on, now!
-Gah!
-You really did it now.
[ Laughs ]
-Sheridan, shut the f*ck up!
Everybody stay still!
-Funny. f*cking laughing.
f*cking...
Look at you.
-Quiet game until I say so!
-[ Laughs ]
-Mark, we're so close!
[ Sheridan groaning ]
-Hey. Don't stop.
-What?
-Keep going. Keep going.
-No. He needs help.
-Dude! Don't stop!
[ Engine shuts off ]
-Let's go.
-Okay. He's an old man.
Hello?
Need some help?
-Be careful.
-Quiet!
-Need some help?
-Stupid. f*cking stupid, man.
-Can I help you, sir?
-Need some help?
-Oh. Hey.
-How you doing?
-Ohh. Thank you...
-Morning.
-...so much.
Yeah. It's these lug nuts.
-What are they saying? What...
-...so much.
-And yet you have
enough energy to go fishing.
-[ Scoffs ]
Fishing ain't like
changing a tire.
-I guess not.
-What's up?
-Just helping out
this fine gentleman.
Notice how he brought a spare?
-You see, honey? He's helping.
-You did pretty good
on these, sir.
-You got it?
-Yeah, I got it.
-Here. Let me help.
-Thank you, Mark. I got it!
-I-- Just trying to be nice.
-Hey, man, you still did
a pretty good job.
-Hey, Davis...
-Thank you.
-Not a problem.
Just wait by the car, man.
-Thanks.
-You guys have a good...
-Davis.
-Yeah?
-Let's go.
-Pleasure meeting you.
[ Engine idling ]
[ Tires squeal ]
-sh*t! sh*t. Go, go.
You had to f*cking stop.
-[ Laughs ]
-Come on.
It's your car, man.
It's not turning!
-Come on, come on,
come on, come on!
Okay. Okay.
We're good. We're good.
[ Indistinct shouting ]
-Oh, sh*t!
-What the f*ck is that?!
-Hold up! Whoa! Hold up!
[ g*nshots ]
-What the f*ck is that?!
-[ Screams ]
[ g*nf*re ]
-Unlock the g*dd*mn door!
-Get your m*therf*cking
hands up, bro!
[ Indistinct shouting ]
-Hey, guys. What's ya doin'?
-Uh, nothing. Okay.
You can have-- You can have--
We don't-- We don't--
-Shut up, little b*tch!
It's Sheridan! It's you!
I'm gonna break you out!
-I'm gonna need you to
make sure the car's in park.
-You ready?
-Yeah.
-Watch your eyes. Three, two...
I got you, son.
Mr. Kimberly, you're okay.
-We got him!
-We got you.
-Get out of the f*cking car.
-You have him. You have him.
You don't need us.
-Sheridan Kimberly, bro!
Get the f*ck out of the car!
-I'm coming, I'm coming!
-Move, bro! Move!
-Don't chop me! Don't chop me!
-Get in there, little weirdo!
Touching little boys and sh*t.
-Go! Go!
-[ Laughs ]
-Go!
-Hey. Let's go. Let's go!
-Go!
[ g*nf*re ]
We f*cking about this life!
We about this life,
m*therf*cker!
We got him!
-[ Screaming ]
-Hey! That sh*t was fire!
Whoo!
-Thank you.
-We bout this sh*t!
f*cking b*tches!
Butthole boys!
f*cking little punks!
-They touch you?
-What?
-They, uh...
They took turns
showing me their dicks.
-That's not true!
-He's lying! He's lying!
-You have not seen my d*ck!
-Belay that jabber.
-I'm glad you came
when you did. You got my SOS?
-Yes, I did.
-Hey, yo!
f*ck these drippy m*therf*ckers!
Let's pop 'em
and drop 'em, Koko!
-Bro. Bro. Listen. We--
-"Bro?! No. No, short eyes.
You don't "bro" me.
My friends bro me.
My family bro's me.
I can bro myself.
But-- [ Chuckles ]
No, you don't bro me.
-Respect. Respect.
Sir. Sir, we are officers
of the court--
-They tied me up
and took out their buttholes.
-That's not true!
-I didn't take out sh*t!
-Why are you doing this?!
-sh**t these drippy
m*therf*ckers! Come on!
-Joseph! Shut the f*ck up!
Sorry, Mr. Kimberly.
Aahh...
My friends,
they call me Koko.
Like the well-known
western lowland gorilla
who was fluent in Sign Language
and also knew
how to play the recorder.
-Yeah, yeah, like the gorilla!
-Only had a few lessons myself.
-He really good.
-This is my associate,
who likes to be
referred to as Pricka Bush.
-Pricka Bush da Werewolf!
That's my m*therf*cking name!
[ Howling ]
Hey, Sherry.
You heard of me, son.
I love you with all my heart.
-Thanks.
-You've been through a lot.
Glad you're safe now.
You're safe now.
You hear me? You're safe.
I don't know about these two
m*therf*ckers, but you're safe.
-[ Grunting ]
-Keep going.
-Sheridan, you're not
really gonna do this.
-I'm not gonna do anything.
-You don't have to talk to them.
They are meat for the beast.
-We were just trying to help.
-That's right, man. Tough love.
-Shut the f*ck up.
-That's it. Keep walking.
-Here's good, Pricka.
-Yeah.
-Aah!
[ Grunting ]
-f*cking please don't k*ll us.
Please don't k*ll us.
-Sheridan! Sheridan!
I'll forgive you!
-Please don't f*cking k*ll us.
Please!
-I forgive you.
-[ Laughs ]
-Please, please. Ohh!
-Nighty-night.
Here it comes, m*therf*ckers.
-Wait.
I want to do it.
-Oh, sh*t.
It's all you, son.
-I'm sorry I was mean to you.
Don't f*cking do it.
Don't f*cking do it.
Don't f*cking do it.
Don't f*cking do it.
[ Mark sobbing ]
-What's happening?
-Huh?
-You drugged me?!
I hit that man!
I called his mama a goblin!
Dorindo's gonna fire me!
Kimberly's gonna sue me!
All that sh*t! Because of you,
you f*cking demon!
-Oh. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
-Damn it! God damn it!
-Are you okay? Are you okay?
Wait. We're even! We're even!
[ Grunts ]
-I f*cking hate you!
f*cking demon!
-[ Gasps ]
-God damn it!
-[ Coughing ]
-[ Screaming ]
-Ha! Those b*tch-a*s
m*therf*ckers!
-[ Chuckles ]
-[ Howling ]
-Alright. So we go to
a bank branch or ATM.
Probably a branch, what,
with the fees, you know?
-A what?
-Can't take no check.
Need that $5 million in cash.
-Hm.
-Yeah. Of course.
No, no, no. I know.
I just have to get to my
father's apartment in the city.
-[ Sighs ]
-Mnh.
No, your--
your daddy's not in this.
You said rescue.
You said $5 million.
Well...rescue.
-Okay, but I don't have
$5 million to-- to touch.
You know, I have to go to my--
I have to get it from my family.
You see?
-I'm beginning to, yeah.
-About that life!
We about this sh*t!
-Do you have a phone
we can use, sir?
-Think we could get a lift?
-Now, old Mr. Johnson
had troubles of his own
He had a yellow cat
that wouldn't leave his home
He tried and he tried
to give the cat away
He gave it to a man
going far, far away
-Sir, can you stop the truck?
Can you stop right there?
-That's my f*cking car!
That's them! sh*t!
-Bang, bang,
he thought he was a goner
-[ Grunting ]
Wait! Hey, hey!
Let's call the cops. Yeah?
Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hey, hey! Stop!
[ Horn honks ]
sh*t!
Hey. Hey. Hey.
What are you doing?
-Hey. Doing my job.
-What, your job? f*ck your job!
-Yeah, you would say that.
-They have g*ns, man,
and they're weird!
-Yeah, and Sheridan is
in danger because of that.
-Sheridan?
He called you a sl*ve!
f*ck him!
-Listen!
I'm gonna go get that boy,
whether you help me or not.
-You are crazy.
Get yourself k*lled
for that little creep?
Not me! No way! f*ck you!
-Your mama.
-God. f*ck.
-Alright. You ready?
Watch this sh*t.
[ Wolves howling ]
Yeah.
Welcome to
my f*cked-up brain
Pricka Bush da Werewolf
That's my name
Sheridan Kimberly
That's you. That's you.
All f*cking day
Stab a b*tch
dead in the streets
Fill 'em up full of lead,
and I watch him leak
Licking up his blood
like it's a little treat
Pulling off his skin,
and I start to eat
So, that's my first single, bro.
What you think?
Sheridan Kimberly
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
I'm trying to get in on the
Big d*ck Boys' next playlist.
My rhymes is complex,
but if you decode that sh*t,
you can see that that's
inspired by you, Mr. Kimberly.
That's your lifestyle.
That's your brand.
That's your strength.
'Cause you and me, we the same.
-m*rder, m*rder, m*rder
on my mind, all day
-That's real good.
-It's f*cking fire.
-Yeah.
-It's fire. Say that.
-It's fire.
-Hey. Hey.
Sherry Kim likes my sh*t!
Sheesh!
This is wild, man.
This is my studio.
Like, this is literally
where I made that sh*t.
I'm just up here every night,
like, in this room...
[ Woman moaning melodically ]
...coming up with fire-a*s beats
like that sh*t.
And, like...
I think about you, Sherry.
I'm visualizing this sh*t,
like, meeting you.
Alright. So...what's up?
You gonna post my sh*t?
-Yeah, I'm gonna post it.
-Yeah?
-I got like a million followers.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
-Word?
-Word.
-What's your favorite line?
-It's hard to choose.
-No, it's not.
-Um...
-Pricka Bush da Werewolf
-That's my name
-That's my name
-It's like--
It's like you were born
with the name Pricka,
but you identify
as the werewolf.
-That's exactly right.
Thank you, bro.
I appreciate that.
You want to see my werewolf?
-What?
-My werewolf.
You want to see it?
Now, you can say no.
I won't be--
[ Inhales sharply ]
Aah! Aah! f*ck!
[ Grunting and gasping ]
What's happening?!
Look at my nails!
[ Screaming ]
Aah! My back is breaking open,
m*therf*cker!
Aah! sh*t! My feet!
Why are they growing like that?!
[ Grunting ]
Don't look at me, bro!
[ Growling ]
[ Howling ]
[ Howling in distance ]
[ Water lapping ]
-Think he's showing
Sheridan his werewolf?
-Of course,
he's showing him his werewolf.
He's excited as hell.
-I don't think that
little as*h*le's got any money.
-Yes, he does.
We just have to communicate
serious intent.
-This is federal.
You f*ck this sh*t up,
ain't gonna be no ankle-monitor,
home work-release bullshit
like last time.
-You invited yourself
into this thing.
I saw the message.
I found the car.
This is my operation.
-Yeah, well,
when Lissy gets here--
-Lissy is not the
boss of me, okay?!
I don't need Lissy's permission!
If you keep
aggravating me like this,
I'm gonna keep
all the money, okay?!
I'm gonna keep
all the f*cking money!
-You will?
-Yeah, I will.
-I'm in for a third.
-[ Scoffs ]
-You're f*cking Lissy.
You're not f*cking me.
-[ Growling ]
Ahh...
I'm the werewolf.
[ Howling ]
-Yeah, hello, this is
the fourth message
I've left for you people.
We have your son,
Sheridan Kimberly.
We will be requiring
$5 million in cash.
Not crypto, not stocks,
or whatever else
you people deal in.
$5 million in cash.
He's safe now,
but, uh, pretty soon,
I'm gonna get itchy
with my scissors
and start playing
with this little piggy.
So you better call me back.
I'll call you back.
How about that?
In, let's say, 30 minutes?
And you better
pick up the phone.
I don't know what kind of
rinky-dink operation
you people are running,
but I have your son.
[ Pricka shouting ]
-And I feed my children!
I eat my boy!
I don't give a f*ck!
I'm not your daddy!
-They never stay dead.
-Come on.
Let's just get out of here.
Come on! Let's go!
-Not this time,
you son of a b*tch!
[ g*nf*re ]
-We're here now.
You and me in my dark den.
I got my claws. Feel 'em.
They so sharp.
The wolf gonna
slice open your belly,
clean it out like a pumpkin.
I'm gonna crawl inside there.
Nice and warm.
Wear your skin like a disguise.
And I won't be the wolf no more.
I'll be you.
-Sheridan.
Come to me.
-[ Gasps ]
[ Whimpering ]
-Sherry!
-[ Grunts ]
-Don't.
Come on, come on.
Come on, come on.
[ Thud ]
[ Laughter echoing ]
-[ Gasps ] Ha! Hey!
Please! Please!
Come on. Come on.
Yes! Yes! Okay. Ohh!
Okay. Oh. Oh, God. Thank you.
Oh. Do you have a phone?
-My cell is dead.
-[ Sighs ]
-But my house
is just up the way.
-Okay.
And, please,
if there's any way, I just...
I need to use your phone.
It's a matter of life and death.
Please.
-Are you in trouble
with the police?
-No, no, I--
I'm just--
I'm just an as*h*le.
[ Chuckles ]
-Any way you can go faster?
-They put radar up here
sometimes.
-With the guiding light
-So what happened?
-I left my partner.
I left him in real danger.
-Why did you do that?
-I don't know.
-Gotta go easy on yourself.
-This is me.
Oh, no, you didn't.
[ Groans ]
What fresh f*cking hell is this?
Can't trust these m*therf*ckers
with nothing. Mnh!
I leave town for one night to go
visit my mama in the hospital,
I come back to this bullshit.
The f*ck is Dorindo's Services?
What the f*ck?
[ Stammers ]
Come on, baby. Koko! Crystal!
I don't like having to park
all the way down the driveway!
And I feel like
I told y'all that!
Got folks in here
without asking permission.
It's my g*dd*mn house.
[ Door opens ]
The f*ck this raggedy lemon
doing in my yard?!
It's in my parking space, too.
You know what?
I really don't have
no energy for this.
Can't leave you for one day.
What--
-Hey! Hi, honey. How are ya?
-Hey!
-How was your day?
-Whose vehicle--
Is that Sheridan Kimberly?
The f*ck he doing
duct-taped in my house?!
-Well, here's the situation.
He was kidnapped
by two perverts,
but we saved him, got him back.
-Mm-hmm.
You kidnapped him, also.
-No.
-You simple m*therf*cker.
-No, it was a tactical--
-Don't start that
tactical bullshit with me.
Don't start that sh*t again!
I can already see
you got into the skull makeup!
-See, that's psyops.
We've talked about this.
-Don't nobody give a damn
about that sh*t!
-He owes us $5 million.
-Oh, no, no, no, no.
I'm not talking to you, Crystal.
You broke mama's heart.
You wouldn't visit her
in the hospital.
-You knew I had my double shift!
-Oh, but you had time
for doing crimes
with this dummy.
-That was after
my double shift!
-Huh?
-It's Winner Wednesday.
I can't miss that sh*t.
-Winner Wednesday?
-Everyone shut the f*ck up!
Belay that jabber!
-Hell no.
-[ Grunts ]
-Ohh...
[ Screams ]
-sh*t!
-Aah! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
[ Crying ]
-Wait, wait, wait, wait.
[ Indistinct shouting ]
-Okay. Here we go.
Come on. Come on.
[ Engine sputtering ]
-Start the car!
-I'm trying!
They f*cking broke it!
-She's throwing sh*t!
-Start the car, Mark!
-f*cking broke it, dude!
-She started the car!
Why can't you start the car?
-You want to drive?
-Yes!
-Okay. Can't wait to see
what you f*cking do.
[ Horn honking ]
Oh, Jesus! That's a hammer!
-Should've left your a*s
on the road!
[ Engine starts ]
-Go, go!
-Get the f*ck out of here!
-For valor!
-Get the f*ck out!
Ohh! My love!
-Okay. We're good. We're good.
We're good. We're good.
-Yeah.
[ Both chuckling ]
-Everyone loses everything
And that's alright
'Cause it's all just losing
Don't mean
it ain't all fake
[ Chatter ]
You can cry, you can yell
You can f*ck off forever
But wherever you go
My friend
We'll be going there
together
-Come on, man.
-Excuse me. Sheridan.
Do you remember me?
-Wait, wait! No!
[ g*nsh*t ]
[ High-pitched ringing ]
[ Indistinct shouting ]
-You okay? You alright?
-Yeah, yeah, I think so.
-Over here! Please!
-Whoa! Don't do that!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
[ Click ]
You, uh...
You got any more b*ll*ts?
-No.
-Hey. Hey.
Hey, hey, hey. Come on.
Wake up, bro. Come on.
Wake up.
-Hey, Davis.
-Yeah. I'm here.
-L-Listen to me. Listen. Okay?
-I am. Okay? I am.
I'm listening.
-I accept Jesus.
-What?
-I accept Jesus Christ
as my savior.
-Don't do that, okay?
Don't do that.
-What? What--
-Don't do it 'cause you
feel like you're supposed to.
-I do feel like I'm supposed to.
-Well, don't do it 'cause
you feel like you're dying.
-What?! Am I dying?!
-No, no, no, no.
You're not dying.
That's why you don't have to.
-Oh, sh*t! Are you sure, man?
-Yeah, buddy.
I'm sure. I'm positive.
Just stay awake, okay?
Just please.
[ Siren approaching ]
[ Radio chatter ]
[ Police radio chatter ]
-Did you note what I said,
how he bit that girl?
-It'll be added to
Sheridan's therapeutic profile.
-What's gonna happen to him?
-Well, it's not gonna be easy.
He has a lot of hard work ahead,
but we believe in all of
our guests' potential to thrive.
Sheridan could be
a great man someday.
Lawyer. Business leader.
Even the president.
-What was that?
-Uh, orientation kit,
activity schedule.
They need to stay occupied.
Don't worry, Mr. Hench.
We'll take great care of him.
-Is it true that we're all
doing the best we can
in any given moment?
Is it true
that even when we fail,
there is no better way
we could have done it?
-Next!
-Yeah. Hello.
This is the fourth message
I've left for you people.
We have your son,
Sheridan Kimberly.
-To me, that sounds like another
way of saying God's will.
-...crypto, not stocks or
whatever else you people deal--
[ Beep ]
-He's got a plan for everybody.
And it is what it is.
-...risk their lives to save...
-But I don't know about that.
There's got to be some of us
in there, too, right?
-[ Stammers ]
-Thank you.
-Otherwise, what's the point
of responsibility
or pride or shame?
Why would anything
break our hearts
if it's only what he wanted?
But if all those things are
real, and I know they are,
then I want to own
whatever gets me there.
Not because of other people.
Not because of how the world is.
We know it can be cold.
But because of me, my choices.
Anyway...
That's how my daddy
would have seen things.
-I...
Yeah?
-Uh...
[ Clears throat ]
I'm a hero.
-Never mind.
-Well, I mean, you are, too.
I really am.
-Yeah. Whatever.
Look. I got your mail.
-Oh. Thank you.
[ Sighs ]
Where are you going?
-Another pickup.
-Bad one?
-They're in pain. Yeah.
-You'll help him.
Hey, Davis.
-Yeah.
-I'm a hero.
-I f*cking heard you
the first time, Mark!
-Right. Sorr-- I'm--
-I f*cking heard you
the first time, Mark!
Saying the same sh*t
two seconds ago.
f*cking saying it again.
-[ Groans ]
[ Television playing ]
[ Envelope tears ]
-f*ck yeah.
-Every once and then
I get so tired
Thought I'd have a car
and check the tires
But I just sit at home,
dream about the highway
The weather is all sunny
or it's raining
Thought the Stockholm summer
would get me sun tanned
But now I spend my days
up on the highway
And everybody's talking
about the weekend
But my rib is hurtin'
and I'm bleedin'
So I just sit at home,
dream about the highway
but all I need's a friend
and a hit and a car, of course
I maybe need a job
'cause I quit
And now I'm lazy and bored
But everybody's
waitin' downtown
It feels so far away
And I know
it's not right to complain
Every now and then
I get so tired
Wish I had an easy way
of gettin'
Somewhere all alone up
on the highway
But Ebba said
she'd roll up in a car and
Buy me food and fruits
and pick me up and
Then I think I'll ask her
about the highway
'Cause all I need's
a friend and a hit
And a car, of course
-Know where we're going?
-Yeah.
Yeah, I do.
-Darling, don't you change
For me
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Darling, don't you
change your love
Don't you ever change,
my love
Please stay the way you are
You're my sweetest melody
You're my brightest
shining sh**ting star
Some folks want silver
Some folks chase gold
I've traveled
the world around
And found the perfect heart
To hold
Found the perfect heart
To hold
Found the perfect heart
Please don't change,
my love
You're the only one for me
You're my heaven up above
You're the wind
my ship is sailing to
Young love grows tired and
Some lovers grow old
But this heart,
this heart of mine
This heart of mine
Found the perfect heart
To hold
Found the perfect heart
To hold
Found the perfect heart
To hold
No perfect hairdo
No fancy car
I think I love you
Just the way you are
Promise me
I'll always get to be
The one
Who has your heart
To hold
Found the perfect heart
To hold
-Pricka got that dough,
Pricka got that dough
Pricka got that dough
sh*t, filling up your nose
Filling up your nose
Filling up your nose
with these bricks
Yeah, I got m*rda,
m*rda, m*rda, m*rda
m*rda on my mind all day
m*rda, money, cash,
m*rda, money
I got m*rda, m*rda,
m*rda, m*rda
m*rda on my mind all day
m*rda, money, cash,
m*rda, money, cash
Count 'em!
[ Howling ]
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