[insects chirping]
[engine rumbling faintly]
[dog barks faintly]
[device beeps]
[woman] Broome County to all units:
stand by for an all-points bulletin.
APB as follows:
be on the lookout for a late-model pickup truck
believed to be used in the Mess Fireworks burglary,
unknown registration, three white males,
traveling north.
[Gerry Rafferty's "Right Down the Line" playing over radio]
♪ Right down the line ♪
[cell phone buzzing]
♪ Ooh, ooh-ooh... ♪
Hey, honey.
What are you doing up?
[man over radio] Joey Reynolds.
I definitely have a...
Yeah, I do.
[Reynolds] Join me weekdays...
Ten slabs.
[Reynolds] ...right here on this radio station.
Ah, just smoke it on the grill already.
Yes, it's safe. It's 200 degrees.
[chorus] ♪ Cool 106.7 FM ♪
Yeah.
[man] Cool 106.7 is...
Yeah.
Well, I think it's gonna be a lot of people.
So it's better to...
better to have too much food than too little.
Aunt Jackie said she's coming.
Your sister always turns up with some guy who can eat.
Uh, what about last year,
the guy with the mustache who cleaned us out?
Yeah.
Well, ten, uh--ten slabs goes quicker than you think.
Patrol 828 to dispatch.
I was out of the car for zero five.
- Got any traffic for me? - [static crackles]
[woman] Negative traffic for you.
Copy that.
Oh, hey, Cathy, uh, Carolyn and I
are having a little thing at the house tomorrow,
just ribs and sparklers, that sort of thing,
if you feel like it.
- [Cathy] Yeah, what time? - [tires squealing]
You know what? Uh, let me let you go.
I got a possible 11-92 out Honey Hollow Road.
- Will advise. - [Cathy] Copy that.
[tires squealing]
[siren wailing]
[siren wails]
What are you doing, lady?
[car dinging]
Your license and registration, please.
Dad.
Hey. Sorry, Officer.
This is actually her first time behind the wheel.
It's okay.
Uh, you have a learner's permit?
Yeah. Um, Dad, you have my purse.
Right.
Uh, I think I have the registration in the glove box.
All right.
Let me take a look at it.
Here.
Mm.
[sucks teeth, inhales sharply]
- Happy birthday. - Thank you.
Uh, you two know she's not supposed to be driving at night?
- Shit. - Nicole.
- Sorry. - And, you know,
if a police officer puts his flashers on behind you,
you're supposed to pull over, right?
Yeah. Yeah, I know. I-I just got scared.
I'm so sorry.
Listen, Officer, th-this is my fault.
I-is there any way I can take the responsibility?
Technically it is your responsibility.
Right.
I think maybe, until you get your license,
just stick to daylight hours
and maybe start off in a parking lot or something.
- Yeah, okay. - Gotcha.
So am I gonna get a ticket?
[inhales slowly] Unfortunately
I can't give you a ticket till you have a license.
- Thank you, Officer. - Thank you.
Tell your dad to teach you how to parallel park.
It's a lost art.
- Thank you. - Have a good night.
You too.
- Switch it up, okay? - Oh, my God, Dad, I swear.
I didn't even want to do this.
So embarrassing.
[vehicle departs]
Sheriff patrol 828 to county.
I'm looking all over for this debris
and I'm not finding it.
Never mind. Found it.
[car dings]
[sighs]
Mm.
Mm. Hey.
Hey.
[yawning] Sorry I didn't wake up.
It's the air conditioner.
Just unplug it.
Are you nuts?
That's the best gift you've ever given me.
[moans softly]
Did you remember to get the ketchup and the mustard?
Yup.
Mm.
And my sister texted.
- Mm-hmm. - She is bringing a guy.
- [mockingly] No. - Shut up.
[moans softly]
[exhales loudly]
[whispering] Do you have time?
Shit.
Oh, sorry.
No, you're right.
[sighs] Rain check?
See you in a couple hours.
- You should go back to sleep. - Mm-hmm.
I mean if you can.
- You asshole. - [chuckling]
[groans]
[door clicks open and shut]
[static crackles]
♪ soft tense music ♪
♪♪♪
[man] Shit. Man, let's go.
[car dings]
Police!
Don't move.
[gunshots]
- [grunts] - [gunshots]
[groans]
- [gunshot] - [grunts]
[groaning]
♪♪♪
- [car door slams] - [engine turning over]
[groans]
[groaning]
♪♪♪
[groaning]
[groans]
I'm sorry.
[groans]
Shit, man. He's still alive.
[gunshots]
Come on, man. Let's get the fuck out of here.
[footsteps receding]
♪♪♪
[over radio] ♪ In fields where they ♪
♪ Lay keeping their sheep ♪
[man chuckles]
♪ On a cold winter's night ♪
♪ That was so deep ♪
[humming along with music]
- ♪ Noel, noel ♪ - [continues humming]
♪ Born is the king of Israel ♪
[continues humming]
♪ They looked up ♪
- [knock at door] - ♪ And saw a star ♪
- [rapid knocking] - ♪ Shining in the east ♪
♪ Beyond them far... ♪
[man] Hello?
[Matt] Mr. Rickerson.
It's Ricky.
R-Ricky? Uh, what are you doing here?
[Matt] Uh, just... I just wanna--
I just feel bad. I wanna-- I-I just wanna talk.
[grunts]
Listen, uh, not-not right now, okay?
Why don't you come down to the shop tomorrow
and we can talk then?
Well, I'd like to apologize in person,
and, uh, I'd like to do it now
while I got up the courage, you know?
Uh...[sighs]
Look, Ricky--
God. [groaning]
- Where's the wife? - [weakly] She-she's dead.
Jesus Christ, Ricky.
That's right. She's dead.
God damn you, fucker. [coughing]
Hey, I know you have a safe here.
Where's the money?
The only safe's down at the shop.
And it's just for-for documents.
Who told you I have a safe?
Ricky.
Where's the $10,000 stacks, Mr. Rickerson?
What are you doing?
[yelps]
[unevenly] Ricky, what the fuck you doing?
Motherfucker.
Go, you son of a bitch.
Fucking bitch! [coughing]
[groans, choking]
Where's your basement?
[groans] Goddamn.
Where's the basement?
[groans, yelps]
[coughing] Motherfucker.
[choking]
[mirror shatters]
God...damn...
Well, maybe the safe is in the basement.
I told you I don't have a goddamn safe,
you fucking cocksucker.
[groaning]
[objects clattering]
[cheery holiday music playing over radio]
[sighs]
♪ soft tense music ♪
♪♪♪
[lighter flicks]
[coughing]
How'd you hear about this guy? [sniffles]
Fired my ass a couple weeks ago.
Dude, what, you fucking know him?
He likes to hire ex-cons.
You know, i-if you fucking know this dude,
you should have worn, like, a mask or something.
He's a con himself.
He's been embezzling from his own company for years.
Which is where all this money comes from.
And that's why he's not gonna say shit to any cops.
Yah!
Okay.
Pull over.
- Come on, come on. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- [muffled groaning] - [Matt exhales sharply]
Pop the trunk.
[muffled groaning]
[muffled yelling]
[muffled speech]
- [laughter] - [man] I can't, dude.
[muffled groaning]
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.
- Okay, okay. - [crying]
Where's the money? Where's the money?
I'm sorry. I-I didn't wanna fire you.
- Ah, Jesus Christ. - Your PO,
- they called me, right? - I don't care about that.
Wanted to know... [coughing]
how you're doing w-with your drinking.
I don't care about that, Mr. Rickerson.
I just want the money.
There's no money.
Really?
- Okay. - [groaning]
- Okay, listen. - Come on, Ricky.
- Please, there's no money. - Where's the money?
[crying] I have no money.
- [bones snap] - [yelping]
There's no money, huh?
- Wow. - [whimpering]
- [growls] - [wailing]
- Okay. - There's no money.
- Where are the $10,000 stacks? - I swear to God
there's no money.
There's no money, Rick, please.
- [bones snap] - [screaming]
[Matt] Now, listen to me.
[holiday music playing]
[Matt] Where is the money?
[radio tuning]
♪ Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothing to fuck with ♪
[sighs]
You motherfuckin'-- you piece of shit.
[muffled] You fucker.
I'll kill you, you fuckin'--
[coughing]
[muffled yell]
You son of a bitch! Cocksuck--
♪ And the survey said you're dead ♪
♪ Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin' head ♪
♪ MZA, who was that? Ayo, the Wu is back ♪
♪ Makin' niggas go Bo! Bo! like I'm Super Cat ♪
♪ Me fear no one, oh, no, here come ♪
♪ The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum ♪
♪ Needle to the groove, I gets rude ♪
♪ And I'm forced to fuck it up ♪
♪ My style carries like a pickup truck ♪
♪ Cross the clear blue yonder... ♪
[door bell jingles]
[inhaling deeply]
[lighter flicks off]
[dog barking faintly]
[coughing]
Go, go, go.
[engine turning over]
Go, go, go, go, go.
Ah, just like that.
Just like that.
[Fatboy Slim's "Funk Soul Brother" playing over radio]
♪♪♪
♪ Right about now, the funk soul brother ♪
♪ Check it out now, the funk soul brother ♪
♪ Right about now, the funk soul brother ♪
♪ Check it out now, the funk soul brother ♪
- [trunk lid thudding] - ♪ Right about now ♪
- ♪ The funk soul brother ♪ - [muffled groaning]
♪ Check it out now, the funk soul brother ♪
♪ Right about now... ♪
[groans]
- [thudding continues] - Oh...
fuck.
♪ ...about now, about now, about now... ♪
[elongated groan]
♪ ...about now, about now, about now, about now ♪
♪ About now, about now, about, right about now ♪
♪ About now, about now, about now, about now ♪
- Fuck, we're out. - [train horn blares]
[Cypress Hill's "When the Shit Goes Down" playing over radio]
♪♪♪
[Karena laughs]
[indistinct chatter]
♪♪♪
- Hi. - Hi.
All right, come on. Get in.
♪ When the shit goes down ♪
♪ You better be ready... ♪
- [Tori] Hi. - [Vic] Hey.
[Karena] Hey.
♪♪♪
- [Tori laughs] - [Karena] Get the fuck in.
[Matt] All right, get to work.
♪♪♪
[sighs]
Got a light?
♪♪♪
[Karena] We can do 700.
[Matt] I'll get you the rest later.
[Karena] That's all you got?
♪ ...as I strapped on the bulletproof vest ♪
♪ Boom, I think I caught one to the chest ♪
♪ Hot damn, I didn't wanna kill a man... ♪
Cool painting.
♪ ...with the Hill clan, y'all better step back... ♪
- [Matt] Oh, yeah? - Mm-hmm.
- [Matt] You like it? - Yeah. [laughs]
You wanna see something really cool?
Yeah.
[Tori laughs] I think so.
♪♪♪
Vic...
pop the trunk one time.
♪♪♪
[muffled groaning and crying]
- Oh, my God. - What do you think?
You want to touch it?
[trunk lid slams]
Hush. That's fucked up, Ricky.
[footsteps departing rapidly]
♪♪♪
♪ soft tense music ♪
♪♪♪
[murmuring softly]
Mr. Rickerson.
Hey.
Are you gonna give us the money or what?
[breathing heavily] Twe...
twe...
$27,000...
savings.
[coughs]
[murmuring]
And how did you get it?
Did you embezzle it?
Huh?
The $27,000, Mr. Rickerson.
Did you embezzle it?
[breathing weakly] Savings.
[inhales slowly] My...
life savings.
Saved it?
[weakly] Yeah. Saved it.
[groaning]
Hey, Vic.
Vic.
- What? - Get over here.
What?
What's going on?
It's all fucked up.
What is?
I think the fucking money thing is a fucking rumor.
- Shit! - Yeah.
[Rickerson] Ricky.
You let me go.
[gasping]
I won't tell anybody.
What, you're not gonna talk?
[groaning weakly]
Huh?
How are you gonna explain how you got hurt?
[wheezing]
My hands--garage.
Yeah, but what about your face?
What about your face?
Fuck, I-I get drunk.
Why you gonna lie?
- Why you gonna lie? - So you...
you don't get in trouble.
Oh, you gonna do it to protect me?
- [weakly] Yeah. - You're gonna protect me
after everything I did to you?
And you're gonna protect me? Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up.
[Matt] Pick him up. Lift him up.
[groaning weakly]
- [coughs] - [train horn blares faintly]
[Matt] Shut the fuck up.
Yeah.
Yeah, you know what?
Ha-ha. Yeah.
My mistake was fucking believing your fucking rumor.
Your fucking mistake was being honest.
- [muffled wailing] - But now you're lying to me.
And I can't keep track of you, man.
- [grunts] - [muffled groaning]
[train horn blares faintly]
♪♪♪
Jeez.
[groans softly]
Ricky. Ricky.
Something's fucked up, man.
He's not, like, breathing or-or moving or anything, man.
Hmm.
All right.
♪♪♪
Oh, fuck.
- Shit. - Oh, well.
Shit.
Life's hard.
♪♪♪
[dramatic music playing over TV]
♪♪♪
[man over TV] Hey, Charlie.
What you got there, guy?
♪♪♪
No!
Dad?
- Bullshit. - [woman] What's the matter?
It's all right.
♪ Bad Company's "Bad Company" playing ♪
♪ Mm-mm ♪
♪♪♪
[footsteps approaching]
♪♪♪
[spits]
♪ Company ♪
♪ Always on the run ♪
♪♪♪
♪ Destiny ♪
♪ Mm, is the rising sun ♪
♪♪♪
♪ Oh-oh ♪
♪ I was born ♪
♪ Six-gun in my hand ♪
♪♪♪
♪ Behind a gun ♪
♪ I'll make my final stand ♪
♪ Hey ♪
♪ That's why they call me ♪
♪♪♪
♪ Bad company ♪
♪ And I can't deny ♪
♪♪♪
♪ Bad company ♪
♪ Till the day I die ♪
[head cracks]
♪ Oh, till the day I die ♪
♪♪♪
♪ Till the day I die ♪
♪♪♪
♪ Rebel souls ♪
♪ Deserters we are called ♪
♪♪♪
♪ Chose a gun ♪
♪ And threw away ♪
♪ The Son ♪
♪♪♪
[hand cracks]
♪ Now these towns ♪
♪ They all know our name ♪
♪ Six-gun sound ♪
♪ Is our claim to fame ♪
♪♪♪
♪ I can hear them say ♪
♪♪♪
♪ Bad company ♪
♪ And I won't deny ♪
♪♪♪
♪ Bad, bad company ♪
[water splashes]
♪ Till the day I die ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, till the day I die ♪
[water splashes]
♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ♪
♪♪♪
[water splashes]
♪♪♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
[engine revving]
♪ Bad company ♪
♪ I can't deny ♪
♪♪♪
♪ Bad company ♪
♪ Till the day I die ♪
Well, looks like I'm buying a new battery.
[man] Yeah, and probably an alternator too.
Well.
[man] Just don't shut it off till you get to work, okay?
♪♪♪
Where's my guy?
Come on. Gonna go have some fun.
- Come on. - No!
- Come on. Come on. - No. Mommy!
I thought you were watching him.
- I am. I am. - I got him. I got him.
No! Mommy!
[man] Oh, come here, you little monster.
- [man] Let the fun begin. - [man] You want some ice cream?
- Hey, hey, come here. - Here we go.
- Gonna have fun, okay? - We'll have some fun.
- No, let me go! - Come on.
- None of that. - We go through this every day.
Thanks, Jerome.
- You're welcome. - [boy] Mommy!
[man] We're gonna see you soon, okay?
- Hey, you're gonna have fun. - Mommy!
- Look, Johnny's in the car. - No. Mommy!
- You ready? One, two... - I don't wanna go!
- ...three, there's a big boy. - No! I don't wanna go!
[man] All right, see you guys after work.
- You have a good one. - I'm sorry, Junior.
- Behave. - Gonna be okay.
I don't wanna go!
You're gonna have a good time.
- Here we go. - [Tilly] Be a good boy.
No!
Daddy! Daddy!
Daddy! Mom!
I don't wanna go!
He's gonna be fine.
[birds chirping]
[Kenny] So I heard there's a guy in the area
come up from the city looking to buy old houses like ours,
tear 'em down, sell the wood to restaurants
that want an old-timey look.
Then we ain't got no house.
Buy ourselves a prefab.
It's not too pricey.
Do whatever you want.
I'm serious, Til.
The summer people come up here
and they want everything looking
the way it always looks, right?
- Right. - They want a windmill.
They want a rock wall, a little creek.
They see that little dump of a house and they say,
"Oh, isn't that quaint?"
That's why they want to buy it.
So let them tear it down if it pisses off the summer people.
[laughs] That's...
- that's good thinking. - [chuckles]
[truck beeping]
[man yelling indistinctly]
Hey, look...
Look, I been thinking. I gotta say this thing.
I don't think we should be paying for Jerome anymore.
What?
Seriously? Kenny.
Come on, the kid's gotta play with other kids.
Yeah, but it hardly makes sense for you to go to work
just to pay for someone to watch him.
So you want me to quit?
Well, how much do you clear, I mean, after paying Jerome?
Maybe another 70 bucks more a week?
I mean--I mean, in the big picture, you know,
what does the lost time with his mom do to a kid? I...
So why don't you stay home with him and not me?
I make more than you.
[Tilly] Yeah.
Because you're a man.
Hey.
Let me help you with this.
You're a great dad.
Thanks.
The kid's gotta be in day care.
Kids wanna play with other kids.
[Toad the Wet Sprocket's "Fall Down" playing over stereo]
♪ ...and the cheap thrills always seem to fade away ♪
[sewing machines whirring]
♪ When will we fall ♪
♪ When will we ♪
♪ Fall down... ♪
[Annie] He's taking a job up at Dannemora.
All those inmates. Isn't he scared?
Honestly, I think he's looking forward
to beating the shit out of them.
But it's a union job with benefits.
Can't think selfish anymore with a little one on the way.
All those men together. What do they do for sex?
[chuckles] Let me think.
I bet gay men are better in bed with their men
than our men are with us.
That might be true.
Gay men have sex anonymously.
They don't even know each other.
It's a man thing.
Well, sex is supposed to be fun.
You know, in France, married people,
they all have affairs.
They have lovers. Even women.
Yeah, in France.
So what?
[laughs] Just 'cause I'm working manual labor
in the middle of nowhere,
I ain't supposed to bust a nut?
Fucking needle.
I'll be back.
[sewing machines whirring]
♪♪♪
And there I was,
standing right next to your vehicle.
Had to pretend to check the load
on my U-boat just to look at you.
Can you get away at lunch?
I hate waiting that long.
[chuckles softly] Only two hours.
Without you, two hours is forever.
- [Tilly] Mm. - [sewing machine whirring]
[Lyle clears throat]
♪♪♪
Something's stuck.
- I like my job. - Yeah, me too.
Yeah, well, you know they already closed down Bombay.
Yeah, that's why I'm here.
Well, if your little soap opera slows down the line
and we don't make enough fucking moccasins for the company,
you can bet your ass they'll say sayonara to Malone, too,
and move the whole operation to China
all because you gotta bust a nut.
[sewing machine whirrs]
Sayonara is Japanese.
And the only thing slowing down this line
is you and your big, fat mouth.
♪♪♪
[both grunting]
[Tilly] My car died again today.
- [Tilly] Oh, that feels good. - [both] Yeah.
- Kenny can't even fix it. - [Lyle grunts]
Had to jump it myself this morning.
Yeah. [breathing heavily]
- [moans] - He buffs shoes for a living.
He doesn't know how machines work.
No woman should ever do that.
If you were mine, you'd never pop the hood.
- [Tilly] That's it! - [Lyle] Oh!
[both breathing heavily]
[Lyle] Yeah. Yeah, that's it.
I know how you like it.
[Tilly] Yeah, yeah, you do.
You...are a know-it-all.
[both breathing heavily]
Lyle.
[train faintly passes]
Okay. Now.
[both moaning]
[loud train horn passing]
Tilly.
Tilly, get back here!
- Shh. You're making-- - Talk to me.
- You're making a scene. - Did you fuck Lyle?
Huh? Turn around! You talk to me.
We'll talk about it in the car!
We're not getting in the car 'cause I'm fucking done.
Well, I'm done with you and your bitching and moaning.
How the fuck could you do this to me again?
How could you do this?
Just grow up already. People make mistakes.
Okay! Fucking, how many? Huh?
How many?
- Open the door. - You're a fucking whore.
You call me a whore in front of all these people?
- Yeah, I did! - What kind of man are you?
You call your own wife a whore?
What are you looking at?
Mind your business.
You know what you are? I'll tell you what you are.
You're no fucking angel.
You're not getting my boy.
- What kind of man are you? - There's no fucking way!
You call your wife a whore. I'll tell you what you are.
You're a little man!
You're a tiny, little, small man.
That's what you are.
Open the door!
[thud]
Open it!
You pussy!
Fuck you, Jeanette.
[scoffs] Fuck you, piece of shit.
[crying] Who needs you anyway?
You fucking idiot.
You fucking asshole.
[crying]
[sighs, sniffles]
What the fuck am I gonna do?
[Lyle sighs] Well, uh,
you have a right to happiness.
It's in the Constitution, but, uh,
I guess so does he.
Oh, fuck his happiness. He's gonna take my kid.
I-I think he'll come off that.
Right? Coolest head prevails.
But he called me a whore.
Well, that ain't right.
Never call Norma that.
Have you told her yet?
Tomorrow.
Never gonna see it coming.
[sighs] Listen to me, Lyle.
Fuck Kenny and fuck Norma.
We got something here.
Something special.
And we can lose everything if we aren't smart about this.
Kenny...
called me a whore.
And that's how the court is gonna see it, too,
that I'm a whore and an unfit mother.
[weeping] I can't lose my kid.
So what-what are you saying?
Lyle, you could be Kenny Jr.'s father.
I want you to be.
[softly] Wow.
A-a boy needs his mom,
but, uh...
...a young man needs his father.
So even-even if we got custody, the two Kennys, uh,
would need some actual father-son time together.
He gets angry.
You know that.
He can be violent.
Who, Kenny?
Well, he has the potential.
A judge has got to see that.
♪ Ini Kamoze's "Here Comes the Hotstepper" playing ♪
♪♪♪
♪ Na, na-na-na-na ♪
♪ Na-na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na ♪
♪ Na-na-na-na ♪
♪♪♪
- ♪ Here come the hotstepper ♪ - ♪ Murderer ♪
- ♪ I'm the lyrical gangster ♪ - ♪ Murderer ♪
- ♪ Big up di crew ina di area ♪ - ♪ Murderer ♪
- ♪ Still love you like that ♪ - ♪ Murderer ♪
♪ No, no, we don't die ♪
♪ Yes, we multiply ♪
♪ Anyone press will hear the fat lady sing ♪
♪ Act like you know, Rico ♪
♪ I know what Bo don't know ♪
♪ Touch them up and go, uh-oh! ♪
♪ Ch-ch-chang-chang, here come the hotstepper ♪
- ♪ Murderer ♪ - Good morning.
- ♪ I'm the lyrical gangster ♪ - ♪ Murderer ♪
- ♪ Excuse me, Mr. Officer ♪ - ♪ Murderer... ♪
I like 'em beaded. How about you, Annie?
[sewing machine whirring]
Well, your concentration
is an inspiration to shoe people everywhere.
- ♪ Here come the hotstepper ♪ - ♪ Murderer ♪
- ♪ I'm the lyrical gangster ♪ - ♪ Murderer ♪
- ♪ Dial emergency number ♪ - ♪ Murderer ♪
- ♪ Still love you like that ♪ - ♪ Murderer ♪
♪ Na, na-na-na-na ♪
♪ Na-na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na ♪
♪ Na-na-na-na ♪
[song continues faintly]
[indistinct chatter]
♪♪♪
[urine trickling]
What the fuck are you looking at?
What?
Fuck are you looking at?
Get the fuck out of here!
- [Kenny grunts] - [Lyle groans]
- Come here! - [groans]
If you want that cunt, you can have her!
- Fuck! - Are you all right, bro?
You all right, man?
Ke-Kenny! Come on, man!
- [door slams] - [sighs]
[coughs]
[birds chirping]
[Dave Matthews Band's "Satellite" playing over radio]
♪♪♪
♪ ...everything good needs replacing ♪
♪ Look up, look down ♪
♪ All around, hey, satellite ♪
♪♪♪
♪ Rest high above the clouds... ♪
[Lyle] All right.
You wanna, like, act like dinosaurs?
Like...[growls]
Like, act like your favorite dinosaur.
[Kenny Jr.] My favorite is the flying one.
[Lyle] Oh, then do a flying one.
[sighs]
[birds chirping]
Oh, Jesus, Kenny.
You try living better on 91 bucks a week.
I didn't come all the way down here for a guilt trip.
Right.
You threatened to take away my kid.
What was I supposed to do?
Our kid.
I don't wanna fight.
Okay?
[papers rustling]
Mm-hmm. Good.
I'll take it to the courthouse.
You're doing the right thing.
Now you don't gotta pay any more child support,
and he'll be well taken care of.
I don't ever wanna see you again,
you piece-of-shit whore.
[door slams]
So?
Time to celebrate.
Where's Daddy?
[sighs] Listen to me, Kenny.
Honey, you're not gonna be Kenny Jr. anymore.
You're gonna be Kenny.
Kenny and nothing else.
Okay? You understand?
And Lyle,
he's gonna be your father,
and you're gonna call him Dad.
But I already have a dad.
Well, I just talked to that dad,
and, honey,
he decided he don't wanna be your dad anymore.
He said that?
Yeah.
But it's okay, honey, 'cause you know what?
Lyle's gonna be your father now,
and he's gonna be your new dad.
So that's what you're gonna call him.
You're not gonna call him Lyle
or Uncle Lyle.
You're gonna call him Dad.
What if I don't want to?
Do you want a time-out?
- No. - You're gonna call him Dad.
Okay.
It doesn't bother me to call him Kenny Jr.
You don't have to change his name for me.
Yeah, I do.
And you know why?
Because he took a punch for me.
You took a punch for me, Lyle,
and you didn't hit back 'cause you knew
how important it was not too.
And I'll never forget that.
♪ Soundgarden's "My Wave" playing ♪
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♪ Yeah ♪
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♪ Take if you want a slice ♪
♪ If you want a piece ♪
♪ If it feels all right ♪
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♪ Break if you like the sound ♪
♪ If it gets you up ♪
♪ If it takes you down ♪
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♪ Share if it makes you sleep ♪
♪ If it sets you free ♪
♪ If it helps you breathe ♪
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♪ Don't come over here ♪
♪ Piss on my gate ♪
♪ Save it, just keep it off my wave ♪
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♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Mm ♪
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♪ Cry if you want to cry ♪
♪ If it helps you see ♪
♪ If it clears your eyes ♪
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♪ Hate if you want to hate ♪
♪ If it keeps you safe ♪
♪ If it makes you brave ♪
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♪ Pray if you want to pray ♪
♪ If you like to kneel ♪
♪ If you like to lay ♪
♪ Don't come over here ♪
♪ Piss on my gate ♪
♪ Save it, just keep it off my wave ♪
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♪ Keep it off my wave ♪
♪ Keep it off my wave, my wave ♪
♪ Keep it off my wave ♪
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♪ My wave ♪
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