01x05 - Ruling Days

[bunniefuu]

-[Muzak plays softly over speakers]
-[door bell jingling]

-[cocks p*stol]
-Everyone on the floor!

-[woman screams]
-Get on the ground.

-[people clamoring]
-[grunts] Come on!

[clattering]

-[young man] Get your asses down!
-[glass shatters]

Get your ass on the ground. On the ground.
Get on the ground. Hey! Hey!

-[g*nshots]
-f*ck! f*ck! f*ck!

Ah, f*ck! f*ck!

Ah, man, why'd you make me do that?

-Get your asses down! Stay down!
-[man panting]

-sh*t!
-[man groaning]

Stay down. Stay down. Stay down!

[gasping]

[young man] Keep your asses down!

-Bullshit!
-[clerk] I swear. I promise!

-They don't give me--
-Give me the g*dd*mn money.

Come on!

[clerk sobbing] There's only here.
Just please take it and just leave.

Don't hurt me!

Whoa, whoa, wait. Whoa, whoa.

Take another step,
I sh**t her in the face.

[man] No, no, no, no, no.

This isn't ending the way
you thought it would.

Stay the f*ck back.

-You understand?
-Yeah, yeah.

-I'm not f*cking around with you, man.
-I got it.

-Stay back.
-This whole thing...

went south when you pulled the trigger.

Wallets, cash, jewelry, all of it!
Now! Come on! Let's go.

Stay on the ground, man.
Stay on the ground. Man, back!

Just because you made a mistake
doesn't mean you can't turn this around.

No, no, no, no.
Hey, wait, wait, look at him.

See, he's gonna make it.

Right now, you've got a second chance...
down the road. But if you commit m*rder...

you're gonna go away forever.

-I'm not f*cking playing.
-[softly] I know you're not.

And I know you got this rage inside
of you that you gotta... put somewhere.

Just put it right here instead.

You're a f*cking psycho, you know that?

-Hey. f*ck. f*ck!
-[man] Hey, hey, hey. Calm down.

Calm down. Look at me. Look at me!

[groans softly]

[sirens wailing in the distance]

[breathing shakily]

[birds twittering]

[woman] Mason!

Ash is here to help with the boat.

[Mason] I'll be in in a second.

[Wendy]
How do you know that's Bobby Dean?

Because I've sat with him.
Pretty sure that's Bobby Dean.

Well, what distinguishing feature
are you seeing here?

-Please don't argue with me.
-What? What, his eyes?

Look like they've been sucked out by fish.

How about his f*cking
blue knockoff Gucci shirt?

Somebody left him here on purpose.

[boat revving in distance]

-We have to call the cops.
-No, we're not doing that. Forget it.

-There is a body at our dock.
-Yeah.

It's the body of the man whose business
I just took over. Think about it.

[Wendy] Okay.

Why don't we just go inside?

We could just pretend we didn't see it,
and we...

-[Marty] Stop poking him.
-No, we push him.

-Wendy!
-[man] Are you guys okay there?

[Marty] Yeah!

Nice work.

Waving your big fluorescent oar around,
attracting a bunch of attention.

[siren wailing]

[indistinct chatter]

-[officer ] Got that?
-[officer ] Got 'em right here.

Well, you can't possibly think
I'm dumb enough to k*ll someone

and put the body at the end of my dock.

Well, trust me when I tell you,
I've seen dumber.

My dealings with Bobby Dean were amicable.

I offered him an above-market price
for a failing business.

Well, this place has a history
of chewing up men

who come in here thinking
they're smarter than us.

Far more formidable men than you.

I expect to see that bill of sale
on my desk first thing tomorrow.

[Marty] Everything all right?

Thought I'd introduce myself.

Jacob Snell.

Hi, there. Martin Byrde.

I've come to understand that
you're the new owner of Lickety Splitz.

-Oh, yeah.
-Congratulations.

Thank you.

Not sure if you're aware, but...

previous owner and I,
we had a business arrangement.

Benefited us both greatly.

The folk who thrive around here

make a point of easing
their neighbor's burden.

Is that right?

I figured you'd wanna continue
with this local tradition.

[stammers] Unfortunately, I don't think
that my employer would allow it.

You haven't heard my terms yet.

Business is business.

Yeah.

Good talking to you.

You too, sir.

[engine starts]

-[music plays softly on jukebox]
-[man] Thanks.

I got it.

-[chuckles] Thanks.
-Yeah.

Let me help.

[chuckles] That's okay, Vineyard Vines.

You're really not supposed
to be back here.

Okay. Just trying to be chivalrous.

-Ah, chivalry's dead. Haven't you heard?
-Uh-huh.

-Hey. Change this for me?
-Yeah?

Uh, okay.

[young man clears throat]

You from Chicago?

Uh, yeah.

-Highland Park.
-Naperville.

-Ah, the Naper-thrill. Nice.
-[laughs]

I'm Zach.

Charlotte.

Okay.

You gotta...
See, here, that goes in there...

So you live here? Now?

Uh, only for the summer.

Hmm.

So is there any chance
I can get you to the party cove?

-[chuckles]
-Gets pretty wild on a holiday weekend.

Uh, I wish,
but I'll be chained to that dock.

-I see. Thanks.
-[chuckles]

How much do I owe you?

Uh, you know,
I'm not usually back here, so...

I have no idea.

Well... keep the change.

Hope to see you around.

[Zach]
All right, we're good to go.

-Party cove, here we come!
-[people cheering]

-[hip-hop music playing]
-[indistinct chatter]

[man] Yeah, I'm over here!

Hey, there you are. Um...

do you have any idea
why everyone's staring at me out there?

They think you k*lled him.

-They think I k*lled Bobby Dean.
-Mm-hmm.

Great. That's great. [scoffs]

Yep. First I heard it from Fats
when I got my smokes.

-Who's Fats?
-You know, the guy from the liquor store.

-No.
-And then Mary mentioned it at breakfast.

-Mary?
-You know, the waitress with the teeth.

Okay. This whole town's like
a big f*ckin' game of telephone.

Yeah, except Mary said that...

they just saw Bobby Dean's head
floating in the water,

just bobbing all like...

Mm-hmm. Well, what'd you tell them?

I told them Bobby Dean didn't have
a nice body anyway. Man tits.

Okay. Well, obviously,
I didn't k*ll anyone.

I know. If you're a k*ller,
then I'm f*cking Snow White.

-And I don't see any dwarfs around.
-Right.

So, listen, Ruth, um, I need you to, um,

take care of things around here
for a little while.

Can you do that? Run stuff?

-Me?
-Yeah.

Just through the holiday weekend.
I gotta work at the Blue Cat.

Well, it'll be f*cking slammed here.

I'll make it worth your while,
cash-wise, I promise.

You got any questions,
just give me a call. Okay?

You'll be fine.

[sighs quietly]

[sighs]

Who... who the hell said you could
come in here without my permission?

Did your pinko parents not teach you
the meaning of private property?

Huh?

-Is the lake a dangerous place?
-Is what?

Is the lake dangerous?

This about the body they found?

Well, dangerous is not the first word
that comes to mind. [grunts]

Although, I've seen my share of
bare bodies bloated beyond recognition...

tourists turned to Swiss cheese
by propeller blades...

They usually ascribe it to ignorance.

But... I guess you can't discount the...

possibility of something more sinister
at work.

Is that why you have all these g*ns?

[chuckling softly]
If that's what you wanna say.

[sighs]

My parents don't really like g*ns.

[wings flapping, bird squawking]

Why the hell did they move here
if they don't like g*ns?

You know, a kid can't pass
middle school health class

until he had his hunter's safety badge.

It was for work.

What kinda work?

My dad brings businesses back to life.

Well, wasn't the swamp thing on the dock
in business with your dad?

If so, looks like
a mighty dangerous place to be.

No.

[r*fle clanking]

I don't know.

Well, I've been here nearly -odd years.

And in that time, every son of a bitch
I've seen move here

was running from something unsavory.

What were you running from?

You moved here, right?

What did you do?

[r*fle clicks]

Now, hold it still.
You let the barrel slip

'cause you weren't staring
through the sh*t.

You gotta keep aiming at the target
even after the smoke clears.

[wheezing laugh]

Yes!

Now that's what I love about watermelon.

-They...
-[cocks r*fle]

...approximate the water content
of a human body.

[chuckles]

Not that I advocate that,
but... [chuckles]

[Tuck] Did you know a sacrifice fly

doesn't affect batting average,
but lowers OBP?

So, at bat did happen,
but didn't happen at the same time.

[Wyatt] Jesus, Tuck.
How do you remember all that stuff?

[Tuck] I don't know. I just do. [chuckles]

[Wyatt] Here, throw this out for me?

-Whoa! Easy, Pacquiao.
-I just wanted to say sorry.

-All good. It's just about healed.
-No, for my freak show of a mother.

And the punch you deserved,
but a dead animal's just disgusting.

Well, uh, apology accepted.

Uh... And, I'm... I'm really sorry

-about all that stuff, too.
-Well...

Should've known I wouldn't
come at you with my right. Not again.

Why? Is it, like,

good manners to put the second black eye
on the other side?

[chuckles]

Uh, I don't know about manners,
but symmetry is more attractive.

[chuckles]

See ya.

[Marty] You know that
Bobby Dean had enemies?

[Rachel scoffs] Most assholes do.

People that would pin a m*rder on someone?

You mean the someone
that stole his strip club?

Oh, please. I paid a fair price.
A lot more than I needed to.

[chuckles] Okay, I am starting to get
the feeling that there is more to you

than meets the eye,
at least more than good hair.

And I'm not sure how I feel about it.

Mm. I'm a businessman, Rachel. That's it.

Yeah, look. I have no idea
what Bobby Dean was into, okay?

I avoided him like the clap
when he was alive

and I don't see why
that should change now that he is dead.

But here's what I do know.

You, being here,
being visible to customers...

I'm not sure that's good
for business right now.

You should stay away.

Oh, yeah?

At least, you know, camp out in the office
or something till this gets sorted out.

Yeah, fine.
Although, let me ask you a question.

Uh, what do you know about the name...

Snell?

Well...

they've lived here
as long as anyone can remember.

Moved up into those hills
when the dam was built.

Lake swallowed up their ancestors' graves.

Folks tell all kinds of tales
about the devious things

that are going on on that farm,
but who knows what is just urban legend.

[Darlene] How'd Bobby look
when they fished him out?

[Jacob] Like a peeled pumpkin.

[Darlene] Mm.
Let that be a lesson to you, Ash.

Never trust a redneck
when you need the job done right.

-[Ash] Yes, ma'am.
-[Darlene] And this Byrde man...

[Jacob] Martin Byrde.

Said his employer wouldn't allow it.

His exact words.

Even after he saw the body?

I watched Sheriff Nix fish it out
right in front of him.

All of which means he's more afraid
of his boss than he is of us.

Only question is,
does he have reason to be?

-[dogs barking]
-Ash!

Now, you know what you need to do
for us now, don't you?

About Mr. Byrde.

Yes, ma'am.

-Best get to it, then.
-Yes, ma'am.

[sighs] Another nest?

Mm-hmm.

Every one we've found so far
has been up in the hills.

Way above the waterline.

-[thunder rumbling in distance]
-We must be due one hell of a storm.

It'll start before sunset.

Guess we won't have to water the crop.

[thunder rumbling]

This is Josh Silverberg.
I believe you knew his father Gary?

Josh has some questions
about his father's su1c1de.

Nice to meet you, Josh.

Leave you two to talk.

-[door closes]
-I am so sorry about your father.

It was pretty easy for me
to find you, actually.

You were all over
my father's Facebook page.

What kind of questions?

Why'd you hang up on me
when I called you from my father's phone?

-Seems like a pretty good place to start.
-I don't know.

I guess I was surprised.

Yeah, I've been calling the detective...

who's been working
on my father's case every day,

telling him that there's no way
my father could've k*lled himself.

-What does he say?
-That I'm wrong,

that I should talk to someone,
that I'm in denial.

Well, it's... it's only natural,
I mean, to search for answers.

When I was ...

one of my best friends ended her life,
and my friends and I, we just...

-we couldn't accept that she--
-The detective is wrong. I know it.

-Okay.
-He was the happiest he'd been in years.

He told me so...

ten days before he supposedly
threw himself out of an th-story window?

I had just told him...

that it was over.

That I was leaving Chicago with my family
to give my marriage a second chance.

I... I talked to my father
almost every day.

How... how come I never even heard of you?

I don't know.

I have a family.

Maybe he was trying to protect me.

So you expect me to believe
that my father...

loved you so much that he...

-took his own life when you left?
-I'm just telling you what I know.

Did you love him?

[thunder rumbling]

[Rachel clears throat]

-[door opens]
-[man] I'm gonna jump in the shower, Rach.

[Marty] Hi.

Sorry, I forgot it was Sunday.

Well, he's...
Wasn't that good if you were wondering.

His ego just needed a little boost.

So we're screwed for the Fourth
if this doesn't let up, right?

Old-timers like my grandma...

she used to call these
big summer holidays the "ruling days."

As in, these are the days that will rule
how we live the rest of the year. But...

I'm guessing
Marty Byrde already knew that.

I'm guessing he's not really here
'cause of the rain.

Yeah. Things are a little, uh,
complicated at the house right now.

Well...

if anyone knows complicated, it's me.

[Marty] Hmm.

Well, my wife's talking
to her dead lover's son.

[chuckles softly]

Thanks. What about your...

-f*ck of the week?
-Yeah.

Yeah, well, company's better out here.

Thanks.

[hip-hop music playing]

[overlapping chatter]

Hey, no lap dance for you.

Yeah... free money.

That was good. Huh.

Who the hell is that on the pole?

We needed to class the joint up
if we ever wanna make any money.

-And this was Marty's idea?
-Mm-mm. Mine.

I looked at our inventory
and I felt that it was lacking.

Don't get your thong in a bunch.

Competition's good for you.
It builds character.

Well, we all know why you're here.

What was that you said?

It's okay. Tell me.

Bobby Dean turns up dead,
and now you're in charge?

Don't deny it.
We all know who your daddy is.

-[grunting]
-[groans]

Anyone else got sh*t to say
about my daddy?

Hmm?

Then get back to work.

We got a sh*t-ton of money
to make this weekend.

-[music continues]
-[indistinct chatter]

[thunder rumbling]

Well, what does he know?

Nothing.

Nothing? What the hell
was the kid doing here, then?

Why'd he drive all the way down
from Chicago?

Because he suspects.

Okay, what does he suspect?

And I'll need some specifics, Wendy.

He doesn't believe
his father committed su1c1de.

And he's talking to the police.

-Well, did you change his mind?
-I don't know.

-Then you didn't change his mind.
-I don't know.

-You would know, don't you think?
-I don't know.

And what was I supposed to do?

k*ll him and throw him off the dock?

What did you tell him? What was said?
What did you speak about?

I told him his father was heartbroken
because I left.

-What'd he say?
-[sighs]

Where you going? Wendy?

He asked me if I loved his dad.

Oh, yeah?

What did you say?

That I didn't.

-Was that the truth?
-Yes.

Okay.

[panting]

[Russ] Been looking for you.

Checked out a couple of spots I know.

Water's running real good.

I thought you weren't interested
in fishing with me anymore.

Well, you planning on paying me
for my time?

Of course.

Money's money.

All right. Well...

just give me a call, then.

[engine starts]

Here's that bill of sale you asked for.

You can see the final sale price there
and the date of transfer.

Next page, you can see the certification,
the... title transaction.

It's all there.

-[Nix] Hmm.
-Okay?

I... I called the Chicago PD
earlier today.

Seems your business partner
and his girlfriend disappeared

just before you moved to my little
jurisdictional paradise here.

[Marty] Mm-hmm.

You have anything to tell me about that?

Got nothing to say that we haven't
already told the authorities.

I'm gonna give you the simplest,
most neighborly advice I can give.

Whatever it is you're up to...

stop.

Sheriff, we're not up to anything, okay?

All right. Well... [clears throat]

Keep the bill of sale.

Bobby Dean had enough heroin in him
to k*ll a horse.

We're calling it an overdose.

Okay.

Was it an overdose?

[stammers] Yesterday you seemed certain
it was foul play.

Well, we prefer to keep all options open
at the start of an investigation.

Enough heroin to k*ll a horse.

Not even the worst addicts
have that much heroin--

It was an expression.

Was it?

Let me... Let me make this very clear.

It's better for all of us
if we can just call this an overdose.

Understood.

You have a good day.

[clears throat]

[Petty] Holy Loretta!
I can't believe how many you just caught.

You know exactly where you were taking me.

[Russ] Oh, hell, yeah, I've been...
I've been there a hundred times.

-That's my little spot.
-[chuckles]

-[Russ] It's a good little... little hole.
-[Petty] I will tell you this,

I have never seen someone catch one,
get it off the hook,

put it back in, and get another one
so fast in my life.

-[laughing] Well...
-[Petty clears throat]

Oh! That's what it takes...

to be a professional,
you know what I'm saying?

[Petty laughs]

Oh!

[both laughing]

Oh, buddy.

[grunts] Give me some of that.

Mmm. Mmm.

That is the best damn day in the water
I've ever had in my life.

-I know.
-f*ck! [chuckles]

[exhales] Right?

-[grunts]
-[panting]

[mutters] Ah, sh*t.

Hey. [clears throat]

The f*ck is wrong with you?

I'm sorry. I just got carried away.

-Stay away from me, you f*cking f*g!
-[grunts]

-[coughs]
-f*gg*t!

-All right. All right. All right.
-Get... get the f*ck out!

The f*ck out of my truck!

-All right. All right.
-f*ck you!

He knows.

He knows the Snells k*lled him.

f*cking sheriff
and even he's afraid of them.

Snells wanted us dead,
they would've done it already.

So don't worry. We just...
We just avoid their turf, I think.

-So what exactly is their turf?
-Well, f*cking everything, right?

Probably why every single business
rejected me the second we got in here.

Now I got that dead body.
No one's gonna wanna work with me.

We're screwed.
We got $ million left to launder.

How are we gonna find
enough businesses to clean that much

without getting into a w*r
with these people?

[Wendy] Uh...

[sighs]

We have to build something of our own.

Flipping houses isn't gonna do it, Wendy.

Could flip houses,
it's not gonna make a dent.

-Then it has to be bigger.
-Yeah? Like what?

I don't know.

But you can move money
through construction costs.

-Yeah. It'd have to be massive.
-Yeah! Well, obviously.

Think lots of people. Lots of cash.

And no IRS.

Okay. So... so... so what is that?

-I don't know. You tell me.
-I'm--

Well, there's gotta be some business
the IRS is afraid to touch.

-Hello.
-Hi! We're the Byrdes. I'm Wendy.

-Hi.
-Hey.

-Marty. Hi.
-Mason.

-Hey. Grace. Hi. [chuckles]
-Hi.

-Thanks for having us.
-Course.

[Grace] We can go out to the porch here.

Don't swim past that red buoy.

Boats come out of nowhere,
they'll sweep you up in their wake.

Take a month to fish out
all your tender little bits and pieces.

Not that I'd miss you...

but if you cost me the last good month
of boating in my life,

I promise I'll piss on your grave
every last day until I die.

Yeah, well,

what makes you think they'd find enough
to bury me before you drop dead?

[Mason] So, uh, what drew you here?

Um, well, the work.

Right. Probably the work, mostly.
Thank you so much.

Sure. I meant...
I meant to our congregation.

-Mm.
-[laughs]

-Of course. Sorry. Um...
-It's okay.

Well, belief.

[Mason] Hmm.

Um, some of the other members. The pastor.

You know, I saw you...
I saw you preach one morning

just after we moved here.

Yeah, I remember. I saw you driving off

as if you were fleeing a leper colony.
[chuckles]

Oh. Well, I was, uh...

You know, before we make a decision
on a church,

we wanted to make sure
that we researched all of them.

And all the gentlemen's clubs.

Yeah. [chuckles]

Okay, look, obviously
we're not the most religious people

-on the planet.
-Well, she speaks for herself.

I mean, the last time
we were both at a service was for my...

was for my cousin Skip's wedding
in a small chapel in Las Vegas...

That's right.

...that lasted longer
than the actual marriage.

But, look, whatever you might think
of our businesses--

-I don't think anything.
-Uh, you seem like someone who...

You really want to do some good
in the world.

And we can help you.

By building a church.

Oh.

Oh, I have a... I have a church.

You... you have a boat.

And before that, a sidewalk in St. Louis.
A church is not a building.

But it can be...

if you build it right.

[stammers] I mean, the church that
I grew up in was in Boone, North Carolina.

[chuckles] Our preacher,
he was this -year-old chain smoker.

He had this voice like a...
like a distinguished Foghorn Leghorn.

But he...

he managed to gather everybody together
and they built that church.

And every Sunday, after service,
my daddy, he would take me by the hand...

and he would show me
the nails that he hammered in.

[stammers] It meant that much to him.

And once upon a time, it... [chuckles]

...it meant that much to me.

What made you stop attending?

I...

[stammers] I don't know.

Uh, I mean, I don't believe that...
people actually need a reason

to do the things they do.
I mean, sometimes people just act.

And then they come up
with an explanation later

when they're looking back.
I mean, what...

what made you say, "This is my calling"?

[sighs] Something happened to me.
A situation I put myself in.

You know, I've never really
considered myself to be a brave person.

I don't know why I did it.

It made no sense.

But something came over me... afterwards.

I had the need to help people.

Hmm. [chuckles softly]

I think that's what everybody wants.

I think that's what
everyone's looking for.

-You know, to feel helpful.
-[Mason] Mm.

And not just during the summer.
And not just people who own boats.

Let us help you.

I mean, we just want to pay for it.

But... but your congregation
should build it.

Let them learn what they're capable of.

[chuckles softly]

-["Don't Worry Tracy" playing on radio]
-♪ Everything will be just fine ♪

♪ Please wait and see, baby ♪

-♪ I need a little time ♪
-[scoffs, sighs]

-♪ Before we get married ♪
[span style="style_ "/]-[truck door slams outside]

♪ I have to go away ♪

[knocking on door]

♪ Not because of you ♪

♪ Come another day ♪

[knocking continues]

♪ I'll be with you ♪

♪ So, don't worry, Tracy ♪

♪ How long apart ♪

[Russ] I'm not a f*cking f*g.

Okay.

You know,
I don't want to have to fight you.

Hey.

[grunts] Stop, stop. Stop! Stop!

[both moaning]

-Okay. Just...
-[grunts]

-[sighs]
-You're drunk.

-[softly] f*ck.
-And?

["Bombshell" playing]

♪ Yeah, you're a bombshell, TNT ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ Highly expl*sive
Yeah, you gotta be ♪

♪ Like Rita Hayworth
You throw bombs at me ♪

♪ Fire it up
Oh, one more time ♪

♪ I free a land job
Right on the target line ♪

♪ Radioactive, all over me ♪

♪ She'll find the flash
Makes it so hard to see ♪

♪ Contamination, it don't worry me... ♪

Ruling days.

[car horn honks]

Okay. How long does it take you to forget
that someone threw you off a boat?

I don't know. Maybe the same
amount of time it takes to forget

that somebody's mother threw
a dead animal at you.

It's not the same thing.

Oh, is my money-laundering mother
really playing morality police here?

Okay. But...

-you have to cover yourself up.
-[sighs] Okay.

-If I text you, you text me back.
-Yes.

-And you be careful.
-Always careful.

-You be careful. Be very, very careful.
-Okay, goodbye.

[car door opens and closes]

[hip-hop music playing]

[overlapping chatter]

[man] Yeah! [laughs, cheers]

Whoo!

[laughter, chatter]

Whoo!

[woman chatters indistinctly]

-Hi.
-Hey.

I wasn't sure what to do
with all this cash

since the banks are closed
and there's only so much that...

-we can deposit through the slot.
-Yeah? How much we talking?

Eighty grand.

Very nice. You hired new dancers.

Yeah. I figured we can use 'em
over the weekend,

but... we might as well keep them.
They're a big hit with the boys.

Well, that is your call.

-What do you mean?
-I mean it's yours, if you want it.

-The club?
-Yeah.

I'll run the books,
you can take care of the day-to-day.

I'll give you , bucks a week.

Or I can start interviewing managers.

Uh, no, no, I'll... I'll do it. [chuckles]

Good. I'll take care of this.

You keep it up.

[Charlotte]
So you just broke into his house?

-[Wyatt] Yup.
-[firecracker bursting]

[Charlotte]
Ever heard of a library card?

You don't understand. This guy...

has got first editions
like you would not believe.

I doubt he even notices
anything's missing.

Look... first edition.
I read that when I was, like, .

Mm. Yeah, science fiction's
not really my thing.

[sighs] Says everyone
who's never read real sci-fi.

It's about humans, right?

So in this, it's like we're the Martians.

We're the aliens. We go to Mars...
take the place over,

wipe out all the Martians and, like,
try to make it our own.

But then we realize...
it can never really be ours, like...

even the people that were born there,
never known any other place,

they'll still always be aliens.

And the best part is, like,
all these people move to Mars,

try to escape their problems on Earth,
and they get there and...

it's like life on Mars
isn't any different.

Like, they just bring
all their old problems with them.

[chuckles softly]

-[whooshes and cracks]
-[laughs]

-What the f*ck is wrong with you?
-What the f*ck's wrong with you?

You're here, you're playing.
You know the rules.

-[grunts]
-[Boyd] Oh!

Come here.

-Damn. Damn!
-Oh, don't be a p*ssy.

-Oh, what the f*ck, Wyatt?
-What the f*ck to you!

Why am I the only one
who acts like an adult around here?

I'm . You're, like, f*cking .

[Boyd] So?

-[Wyatt] So... f*ck you!
-[Boyd mocking]

Sure you don't wanna
go get lost or something?

Um, I don't know.
But I would like to use the bathroom.

Um, yeah. There's a really nice one
up the road I want to show you.

[Charlotte]
There something wrong with yours?

-No, it's just... guys.
-Yeah.

It's fine.

Just, uh... Just don't mind the mess.

Uh, bathroom's down the hall, to the left.

Thanks.

[door opens, closes]

[firecrackers bursting]

[thud]

[fireworks continue outside]

[car horn honks]

[indistinct chatter on TV]

You tell anybody about this,
I'll f*cking k*ll you.

You really need to work
on your pillow talk.

[both chuckle]

-[booming, popping]
-[crowd cheering]

[choir singing "How Great Thou Art"]

[Jacob] I wanna increase our output
to three kilos a week.

Any reason why we can't dry
that much product?

No, sir.

And this preacher,
he still got no clue about this?

[Ash] Nope.

-His wife?
-No, sir.

Keep it that way.

♪ I hear the rolling thunder ♪

[Grace] Mason!

-♪ Thy power throughout ♪
-Ash is here to help with the boat.

-♪ The universe displayed... ♪
-[Mason] Be there in a sec.

[Jacob]
[span style="style_ "/]As long as we distribute on the water...

the cops can't touch us.

They've been trying
to tame this place years,

and when they couldn't,
they figured they'd try and flood us out.

♪ How great thou art ♪

♪ Then sings my soul ♪

♪ My savior, God, to thee ♪

♪ How great thou art ♪

♪ How great thou art ♪

[Jacob] But man cannot tame
what God wishes to be wild.

♪ ...I wander and hear the birds ♪

♪ Sing sweetly in the trees ♪

I have some wonderful news.

[man] Let's hear it.

Soon, our faith community...

is gonna have a home.

-[woman] Yeah!
-[man] Praise Jesus!

-[laughs] Yeah. A real home! On the land!
-[cheering]

A place that we can go
not just once a week,

but whenever we want.

In times of celebration...
and in mourning.

In times that are sacred...

[chuckles] ...and times that are mundane.

[man] Yes!

And we have this bounty, thanks to...

a generous, generous gift...

from our friends...

Marty and Wendy Byrde.

Marty and Wendy Byrde, everyone.

[all applaud and cheer]

[Mason] Thank you.

Please stand up. Please. Please stand up.

Amen.