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No, no, no!

And cut!

Tail mark. And marker.

All right,
let's wrap up. Reset.

Fire another extinguisher
over here. Need it stat!

Just back it up.
Back up. Just back it up.

Stay clear, stay clear.

♪ Y'all don't really know who I am,
Goddamn ♪

♪ I'm like grease in the frying pan
'cause I am Bacon, eggs, toast, butter ♪

♪ Smooth sexy lover
More fresh than others ♪

♪ Go ask your brother
if y'all don't believe ♪

♪ I control the industry
cause Missy in the lead ♪

♪ I'm talkin' to you man With my upper hand,
the fans call me Dapper Dan ♪

♪ When I was young my pops,
throw rocks ♪

♪ Always shit talk to my moms
and call the cops ♪

♪ Couldn't wait 'til I was nice
and grown ♪

♪ Sick of daddy mouth
'til six in the morn' ♪

♪ On and on and on
'til the record scratch ♪

♪ And if I made a few scraps
I would never come back Yes ♪

♪ Take moms with me
and a few ADAT's ♪

Hello? I need some help.

Get the fuck off of me!

♪ ...struggles and how much liquor I guzzle
Y'all don't really know my fears ♪

♪ And how many years to get here
But I'm ready to rumble ♪

♪ Y'all don't really know my life ♪

♪ Y'all don't really know my struggles
And how much liquor I guzzle ♪

- Yes!
- ♪ Y'all don't really know my fears ♪

♪ And how many years to get here
But I'm ready to rumble ♪

♪ Yeah, I be that
throwback cat, I throwback 'gnac ♪

♪ ...I don't waste my sells So the new
school new school need to learn yo ♪♪

No, we're very fucked up.

Don't fucking touch me!
Don't fucking say shit!

What am I being arrested for?
What am I being arrested for?

You think you're fucking hot shit?

Because you don't know
how good I am at what I do.

Why am I here?

Answer the fucking question!

Answer the damn question, you fuck!

You dumb fuck!

Why am I here?

Why am I here?

Answer the question!

Answer the fucking question!
Why am I here? Why am I here?

There are no guards
on the premises, Otis.

I noticed.

Since this is your third
drunken altercation with the police,

if you leave,
we will have to notify the judge,

and you will serve those four years.

Right.

So where do we start?

I don't know, boss. You tell me.

I'm obviously not equipped
to make any decisions.

I'm an egomaniac with
an inferiority complex.

Let's try again.

How about I'm
a professional schizophrenic?

What do you want me to say?
I'm a piece of shit.

I want you to write an
account of your memories,

so we can get you started
with some imaginal exposure.

What's that?

It's a simple way to stop avoiding
trauma reminders that get you triggered.

I avoid trauma reminders? My whole
work's motivated by trauma reminders.

I'm talking about triggers that
make your distress levels unmanageable

- and result in violence.
- Like what?

Whatever makes you angry.
That's a good place to start.

Otis, I've been doing this a long time.

I saw your tests, and you
have clear signs of PTSD.

No, I don't.

From what?

Cut!

One minute.

Thank you.

♪ Hello? I wish I was a little bit taller,
I wish I was a baller ♪

♪ I wish I had a girl who looked good,
I would call her ♪

♪ I wish I had a rabbit in a hat
with a bat and a six four Impala ♪

♪ I wish I was like six-foot-nine ♪

Nice pie fight, Otis.

Thanks.

♪ You know I see her all
the time, everywhere I go ♪

♪ And even in my dreams,
I can scheme of ways to make her mine ♪

You a pet person?

- We have a dog.
- Yeah?

I had a chicken named Henrietta LaFowl.
The world's first daredevil chicken.

Dad, can you loosen the back part?

I used to know
because all chickens... What?

- Just loosen the back part.
- Okay. One sec.

So I had this chicken. I used to put her
on my head and I'd do these cartwheels.

She'd run from my head to my butt,
over and over like that.

I spent a lot of time with chickens
in the rodeo.

Dad, loosen it.

Another trick, I'd put the chicken
on top of my head... Here, I found it.

...and I'd run this little
electrical wire down my sleeve to her,

put a KFC bucket out there,
light it on fire for drama.

I'd hit that charge
and Henrietta'd fly off of my head

and land in that bucket. Hey-o!

Whole crowd ate it up. It was a big deal.

- Wow.
- Yeah, it was good.

I once opened for Stevie Nicks.

- She came out to The Forum.
- Ow! Fuck, Dad!

Ow.

What did we say about talking like that?

That...

- That I'm not supposed to talk like that.
- You're not supposed to talk like that.

- And you're gonna apologize to Pam.
- Yes, I am.

Yeah, you are.

- I'm very sorry, Pam.
- It's okay. It's all right.

Hang up your wardrobe.

- Thank Donna for the day.
- Yes, Daddy.

- You had a good day otherwise.
- Yes, Daddy.

Spent a lot time with chickens.
In all that time, you know what I learned?

You know what the white spot is
in the center of chicken poop?

- Do you know what that is?
- No, what is that?

That's chicken poop also.

That's pretty good, isn't it?
Hey, you got a phone number?

Yeah.

Can I get it from you?
Later? Later? Maybe tomorrow?

- Okay.
- Okay.

Have a good day.

- You on?
- Yeah.

- You good?
- Yeah.

Who you been talking to?

Nobody.

And I told you not to wear that top.

- I told you not to wear that, didn't I?
- I didn't have anything else clean.

Rocco! I'm in there!

Hey, give me the call sheet.
Got the per diem in there.

Don't touch them, Rocco!
Those are my socks!

- You can't give it 10 more minutes?
- Five minutes.

Motherfucker. They gotta get
another washer and dryer in this place.

This is turning into a nightmare.

Oh, no.

Oh, no, baby trickle.

You got one of them
little Jew rivulets. Oh, shit.

Thank your mother for that. You
got a dick like a golf pencil.

- It's enough to get the job done.
- Yeah. "The job done."

- What fucking job are you gonna get done?
- Girls.

Yeah, girls. You couldn't
fuck yourself with that.

You probably done
pissed on your own balls.

- You got wet balls right now?
- I'm 12.

Yeah, 12-year-old dick.

Me, when I was a 12-year-old,
dick sounded just like this.

Wait for it.

You hear that?

You hear it get to that bowl?

Now, that's roots, buddy.

That's blood.

Where you come from.

Shit's important.

I know you don't give a fuck, poop butt.

What'd I just say?

You don't listen, that's your problem.
And you're selfish.

I just told you about your family,
and you're just staring at the thing.

I see you. You're concentrating.
Concentrate real hard.

Be a 12-year-old. Pie fight.

It's not a pie fight.

It's not? What is it? I know what.
It's clowning, buddy.

- It's rodeo.
- No, it's not.

- It's the same thing as clowning.
- No, it's not.

How do you know?
You never been to the rodeo.

- Yeah, I have.
- Don't lie.

- Who took you to rodeo?
- Tom.

- Tom took you to rodeo?
- Yeah.

Course he did. Where'd you go?

- I don't know. It was a rodeo.
- So you don't remember.

They have clowns at your rodeo? No.
You went to Pomona. That's a fair.

You went to a fair. You come see me
in Muskogee, boy. Ooh.

I'm talking about the rodeo,
talking about lights.

Shit. Attractions. Animals. Did my own
face paint, costume. Commedia dell'arte.

I made them bulls run
till I broke every bone in my ass.

It's different. I'm not a clown.

It is different, you bet.
It's also the same too, motherfucker.

That mother... He's in there.
Hey, Rocco, didn't I just say?

Didn't I just say? Those are my socks!

Goddamn it. Give me the
call sheet and get the bag.

This motherfucker...

Thank you!

Ahem. You'll get it after!

- Hey, Dad...
- Six a.m.

You gotta go to sleep early tonight.

Yeah. About that.

A.J. has got me
tickets to the Dodgers game,

- which is cool because Nomo's pitching.
- No shit. That is cool.

And so he's gonna take me to the game.

- Who's pitching?
- After set tomorrow. Nomo.

- His name is Nomo?
- Yeah, Nomo the Tornado.

- No shit.
- I'm gonna need some of that per diem.

- Hell of a name. Tornado.
- For the hot dogs and stuff.

Call him Tornado,
must strike them out blindfolded.

Yeah, probably.

You know what they call
a Japanese blindfold?

Call that shit a shoelace.

Come on, that shit is funny.
You know it is. Come on, now.

- Dad, just...
- All right.

I was getting ready to lean into
another one. You see me coming with it?

I was gonna hit him with that Sum
Ting Wong joke. You know that one?

You know that a funny fuck... Hey, buddy.
Hold on now, you gonna break my shit.

- I didn't mean to.
- Load the fucking bag up. Goddamn it.

Watch where your hands are going, man.

- So you're going to this game with A.J.?
- Yeah.

Who's driving you?

A.J.

No, no, no. You're going to the
game with A.J., but who's driving?

Because he's 14 years old
and his parents are in Castaic.

So who's driving you to the game?

Tom.

Tom's driving you?

Yeah.

That's all you gotta say to me?

I'm sorry, Dad.

For what?

For lying to you.

I just thought you...

You'd get weird, you know?

Pull out five socks.

- Five?
- Yeah, you need two.

You drop any, you're doing 10 push-ups.

There you go.

- Hey, Dad.
- Yeah.

Remember how you said
you'd build me a treehouse?

Well, we never owned a tree.
Buy me a tree, I'll get to work.

- Sorry.
- What was that?

- I don't know.
- Pick it up.

- You go to your meeting?
- Yeah.

- Was it good?
- Yeah.

- That's good.
- We're even.

- There was like 45 years in the room.
- Whoa.

Big cakes.

Coming up on four
myself, you know that, right?

- That's crazy.
- Yeah.

- All right. Go ahead. Ten. Yep.
- Ten?

- You gonna get me cake?
- Yeah, if you want one.

- You know what else I want?
- What?

Wanna meet Tom, make sure
he's not a chicken hawk.

- He's not.
- I don't know that.

Yeah, but you need to trust me.

You need to trust me.
I don't know why I can't meet him.

- Mom thinks you'll get weird...
- Your mother thinks lots of things.

- Your mother lives in fucking space.
- She's always been there for me, okay?

Yeah, and she's been
at the Renaissance Faire.

I've been there for you too. I get you
up at 4 in the morning. Who's here now?

- She's busy. She has a job.
- Why is she busy? Why?

- She...
- Why does she have a job?

Think it through, play the tape out.
What your mother got a job for? Huh?

- Just in case.
- In case what? In case what?

- I don't know.
- In case you fail.

- In case it don't work out. Yes, man.
- No. No.

She's filling your head full of fear.
I don't ever do that, do I? Huh?

I pump you full of strength.

We're a team. I know you got what it
takes. You're a star, and I know it.

That's why I'm here.
I'm your cheerleader, Honey Boy.

- You trust me?
- Yeah.

Okay. Here's a horse trade.

I'll give you this pack of cigarettes.

- The whole pack?
- Whole pack. You bring him in here.

Smoke it in the bathroom. I don't
want people thinking I'm a shit father.

No one thinks you're a shit father.

- No one? Your mother thinks so. Tom does.
- That's in your head.

How do you think you get in
the Big Brothers program?

Huh? What's the main reason?

- There's no main reason.
- There is. You know what it is?

You gotta have a shit father.

- No.
- Yes, you do.

And your mother advertises
what a shit father I am

every time you go to your Dodger games.

Go hang out, paintball,
dirt bike, or whatever.

And, look, I got four years.

Four years is real.

Bring him over here, how about this?
I'll barbecue for him.

It's just a start. Just planting seeds,
you know. Come on, man.

You gotta let me in a little bit.

- Just a barbecue?
- Yeah.

- Okay. Okay. I'll ask.
- Thank you, man.

I'll ask. That doesn't mean
he's gonna come.

That's all I'm asking you to do.

- You want a soda?
- Yeah.

And now,

ladies and gentlemen,

boys and girls,

performing for you live,

without a net,

Henrietta LaFowl.

World's first daredevil chicken.

Henrietta LaFowl!

World's first daredevil chicken!

Hey-o!

Can I get everybody's attention?
We're gonna do a small trust exercise.

You're each gonna grab your partner.

Good.

Now you just switch.

Ready, Percy?

What is this?
What are you trying to do?

You can't have me in the
fucking room knitting for two hours!

- How are your SUDS?
- Seventy.

Okay, let's bring it down.

Name four objects and let them bring you
to the present moment.

- Door. Face. Light bulb.
- Snap the rubber band with each item.

Shoe. Shoe. Shoe.

One more.

Door. Fuck. What are you...?

Try again. Name four things.
Let them bring you back...

No.

Oh, fuck. Oh, that's disgusting.

This one got some shit on it.

You know chickens
outnumber humans three-to-one?

You don't want them to take over the
world, we gotta do something about this.

That's a true fact. You can look it up.

I was close.

You don't pray before you eat?

No. After.

Why?

- I'm fucking with you. I don't.
- Oh.

You got me, bitch.

There you go. Like a man!

Guess I'm here
because of my old man.

He was a preacher.
And a bullshitter, basically.

A liar and a thief.

But mainly he was
never there for me.

He was doing his own thing.

And I thought, wow,
you know, that's good.

Cool for him, man. But what about me,
you know? Ha, ha.

Fuck, man, nobody's there, so I figured
I'd just drink it out, you know?

And getting shit-faced worked,
you know?

Yeah.

Worked like a charm.

It took away that cut-and-dried feeling,
you know, for a bit.

So, you know,
I ran with that for a while

because what else was
I offered?

Church? God? Yes.

But that didn't quite
work for me, you know?

It's bullshit, really. It's...

Man, I thought
if God was real,

he built me with a question
that only I could answer.

And that's what you gotta do.
Answer that question.

You gotta do it yourself.
You gotta ultimately save yourself.

What book...? Sorry.
What book are you reading?

I know what the book says,
but I'm just saying what's honest with me.

It says we came to believe, partner.

Read the book again. Nick,
I can't do it no more, man.

You guys keep signing up to this shit,

then sign me up for the Kool-Aid
commitment.

All you motherfuckers are
drinking it. Watch out, Jack.

Fuck this shit, man. Why don't you write
your own fucking book?

- Hey, you're not alone, brother.
- Shut the fuck up.

I needed a fucking meeting today.

Hey. You got a ride, Otis?

Yeah, my dad's just over
there getting his bike.

- You sure? I didn't see him on set today.
- Yeah, he was here. Yeah.

- Okay. Well, good work today.
- Thank you.

- All right, take it easy.
- See ya.

- I'll get it. Chicken. Chicken taco.
- Yeah.

- Two, please.
- Four chicken tacos. You got horchata?

No.

- Just the tacos, then.
- Okay.

Holy shit.

They recognize you.

Shit. Sometimes I wish I was you, man.

- You do?
- Oh, God, yeah.

To be famous, have fucking...

Flashing lights,
paparazzi, girls chasing me.

Not like these shit hookers
we're living with. Quality women.

Girls who look like they go to school.
One with a strategy, you know?

Dolly Parton-type woman.

Why is that funny?

Dolly Parton got her shit together.
You know she got her own theme park?

You ain't got a theme park.

Uh-uh, Daddy.

Hey, Ruby.

So he doesn't really like
the Big Brothers program,

so just don't bring that up and stuff.

- Oh, okay.
- If that's okay.

Hey, Dad.

Wow.

- Tom.
- How you doing?

- Good. I'm his father.
- Good to meet you.

- Good to meet you. Beautiful truck, man.
- Thank you.

- You do the work on it?
- Sure did.

Yeah, pop it. Go ahead.

Two ninety-two, huh?

This is actually the 352, 5.8-liter.

Right. Y-blocks, that's the 292.

Yeah. The Y-blocks are 292, the 272.

Some...

That was a big engine in the T-Bird.

T-Bird, that's right. Yeah.

And they put it in the F-100.
Then they upgraded in '65 to this.

- Just a 352 cubic. Yeah.
- Ah.

- She's fucking pretty, man.
- Thank you, brother.

Sitting low for a 4x4 though, isn't it?

It's the original coil
springs on the I-beam.

Well, all '64 trucks
had leaf springs in them.

- You don't say.
- Yeah.

- Going swimming, partner?
- Yeah, it's hot.

Oh, that's smart.

- Wanna leave that jacket in the room?
- No, I'm good. Thanks.

- All right.
- Yeah.

You know what that Ford
in the back stands for?

- It's the old man's last name. Henry Ford.
- No, sir.

- No? What's it stand for?
- Hey, Ruby.

No. Stands for "Found on the road, dead."

- They got a lot of them. They do.
- They do.

So you're working for
the FBI or something?

- My son says you're in the FBI.
- No, nothing fun like that.

That's a little bit out of my pay grade.
I'm a passport specialist.

- Okay. What's that?
- The State Department.

- State Department.
- Yeah.

- What the fuck you doing over there?
- Majored in telecommunications.

Half Mexican, so I got an interest
in fighting discrimination in the city.

That's fantastic. Hey, go
get some soda and the ketchup.

- So you're an idealist. Yeah. That's cool.
- Yeah.

I know a little bit about that. Don't
know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, all right.

Yeah, take a seat. We got time.

- Sun in your eyes?
- No.

All right.

- It's good having you here.
- Yeah. I appreciate it, man.

I've heard a lot about you.

So, what's your story, Tom?

- I'm from Detroit.
- Yeah.

I still have both my parents. Twin sister.

Graduated from Calvin in Grand Rapids.

You want me to do that like I did
last time? Then get out of my face!

Hey, I like your jellies.

- Jellies?
- Your shoes.

I'm Otis.

- I live over there in six.
- Shy Girl.

Fuck.

Hey. Wait here.

So Calvin is a big school.
They got a good basketball program.

- They do.
- That's an expensive school, isn't it?

- I've had a little help.
- Got to. How did you swing that, man?

Shit, Mexican. Come from poverty.
Gotta be hard as fuck to get in there.

- Isn't it?
- Lot of hard work.

You had some kind of
Spanish grant or something?

- You good?
- I'm good, thank you.

- Got the ketchup?
- Can I bum a smoke?

- Yep. Hang onto your butts.
- Thank you.

Love that kid.

- He's a good kid.
- Yes, sir.

That's why the Big Brother
program is so important.

It's having one voice
that's gonna listen to you.

- Sure, I bet.
- One person that's gonna be there for you.

I bet.

So this father figure...

He was a strong voice.
Now I have a chance to pay it forward.

- Sure.
- Help out when I can.

- Yeah.
- You know?

I appreciate you, Tom. I gotta say.

I do appreciate you,
and I know my son appreciates you also.

- Good to hear.
- What you're doing. Yeah. He likes you.

I can see it on his face.

Yeah.

I bet if you went and asked that boy now

who he wants to be when he
grows up, he wouldn't say me.

- No?
- No.

Why's that?

I don't know.

Would he say you, Tom?

- It's not about that for me, James.
- What's it about?

Giving back, letting
somebody know you're there for them.

- It's being of service. You know?
- Yeah, no, I know about that. Yeah.

I do a bit of service myself.
I got four years sober.

- That's good.
- Yeah. Is it good?

- It's great.
- It is great, isn't it?

- I've seen a lot of lives get ruined.
- Oh, have you?

- Oh, boy. It's tough. Yeah.
- I can only imagine.

One day at a time, man. Mm.

I don't know what you heard about me, Tom,

but I know what you haven't
heard about me.

What you haven't heard about me is that

if I catch you around
my son again in any capacity,

I'm gonna wind up skull-fucking your twin
sister's dead corpse on top of your casket

till my dick runs through the back of her
half-Mexican brain plate.

Hear what I'm saying?

- Take the jacket off. It's hot as shit.
- No, I'm not.

Yes, you fucking are,
motherfucker! Get out of my sight.

Get your own fucking kid and your
own fucking sandwich, motherfucker!

Fucking fucker!

Give me the fucking ketchup.

Everyone, find your way
into the hug circle. Come on.

Otis, would you please join us over here?

We all know what to do in the hug circle.

This is a feeling that you can have
anywhere you are.

You can always come back here.

To this pool.

To this circle. To this feeling.

Hugging yourself releases the
cuddle hormone. Can you feel that?

- That's a tool we can use wherever we are.
- You can't do this everywhere. Right?

You can, actually.

You can't do this in a car
on the freeway or in court.

Well, maybe if you used this tool,

you wouldn't end up in court.

Isn't hugging yourself
like tickling yourself?

- Like, you can't tickle yourself?
- Well, my shit feel good.

I'm releasing all them hormones.

Percy, you might be too good at this.

It's my fourth time in rehab. And I tried
this in court. That's how I ended up here.

- Hey, Otis.
- What do you mean?

- Shit. I'll holler at you.
- All right, see ya.

I have a suggestion. Go out into the woods
and scream as loud as you can.

Just go out there alone and do that.

Are you fucking with me?

Let me know how it went.

- They got you doing exposure?
- Yeah, I got PTSD.

Get the fuck out of here.

I thought only soldiers
and black people got that.

I don't know. I guess...

I just know I'm stuck here.
And these people...

Wasting my fucking time.

- I don't have time for this.
- What do you know about time?

My cousin got eight
years in prison. Eight.

They got a nigga here knitting
a motherfucking scarf

and listen to you bitch about time.

- Right.
- Look at this place.

My cousin saw me here,
he'll beat my motherfucking ass.

Yeah, you should send him a scarf.

What...? A what?

What am I gonna say? "Hey, stay warm,
nigga. I'm in this pool, hugging myself."

I can't get sober
for you, Otis.

- Hey, Mom.
- Otis. I'm so glad you picked up.

- How are you?
- You doing good?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Thank you.

I was on set, and Mr. Walsh came.

- Gary Walsh.
- Harry Walsh.

- Gary Walsh.
- Gary Walsh. I don't know his first name.

- He asked if I wanted to be in an M.O.W.
- What's that?

Movie of the week.

It's shooting in Vancouver

- in a couple of months.
- You wanna leave the country?

- Mm-hm. And you need to get your passport.
- I think so.

- Can he go with you?
- I think he's...

I think he can go.

Hang on, let me ask.

She wants to know if
you can leave the country.

Honey? Otis. Honey?

- Why did she ask you that?
- Because of his record, honey.

She said because of your record.

I know because of my record. I'm asking
why you're asking a 12-year-old, woman.

- Fuck me, man. You don't fucking get it.
- I'll ask.

- Do you wanna talk to her?
- No. Fuck, no, I don't wanna talk to her!

- No, he doesn't wanna talk to you.
- Not available! Fucking drama.

Well, that's fine. I've asked Tom to get
your passports, sweetie. Don't worry.

Oh, you did? Oh, yeah. Okay.

- She can ask Tom to do all the passports.
- Fucking fantastic. Great. Fantastic.

Tom's gonna do it? Yeah, Tom'll
fucking do it. Tom'll do it. Tom'll do it.

He's definitely not
gonna come to the phone.

Yeah.

Tell Tom to come to the fucking phone!
Damn it, where's my lighter at?

If your father is gonna
act like a child...

You just wanna push my buttons, girl.

Okay. And just repeat it? Okay. I can try.

- "I have long ago forgiven you, James."
- Who are you talking to?

"But I'm not the one that had to jump out
of a moving car so you didn't rape me."

Here we go with this fucking victim shit.

"Here we go
with this fucking victim shit."

She goes on and on every time she
calls up. Say it into the phone.

"Every fucking time."

"You were the biggest love of my life."

Well, then treat me better, bitch!

- "Do you know what I went through?"
- What? Who? What who went through?

They put me in a fucking box! I didn't...
What is the point of calling up here?

Fuck!

I was always...

- "I was always there for you."
- Get outside! You know what the fuck I do?

I put my fucking ass on
the line every fucking day!

For this boy! For this boy!

Well, that ain't my fault, is it?
Oh, no, you can stop screaming.

Hey.

Hey, fuck off.

How you doing? I'm James.
I'm a double winner.

Hi, James.

My sobriety date
is June 4th, 1988.

Carlos Naranjo's my sponsor.

Moorpark's my home group.

Thank you for bringing me
in here.

My mother, Jocelyn Joy Ginger,

she is a writer, poet,
she wrote songs.

And she wound up an alcoholic,
working in Shreveport.

Lucky Luciano's gambling casino.

Met my father there. They were
the only ones left in the bar.

Sometimes love is like that.

Hey-o.

What the fuck is that?

You can walk on water till
someone tells you that you don't know how.

You understand?

Yeah.

Hey. Are you cold?

- When I was 11...
- Come here.

...my mother figured that was a good time
to tell me she preferred women.

Specifically this woman
who was a mean-ass woman

and an outrageous alcoholic.

She'd beat you till she broke her hand,
just keep laying in on you.

Just did not give a shit.
Do it again the next day.

Always remember her hand in a cast.

Drama.

Just drama, you know.

Mother fell out of a window,
landed on a freeway.

Major fucking drama.

Had alcohol and weed, and I grieved her,
and then I joined the Army.

Because what else?

And I came home...

spun out.

I did so much fucking cocaine,
I can't breathe out my nose no more.

Started shooting into my arm.

Just didn't give a shit no more.
Drinking every day straight, weeks.

Fell into a blackout.

Woke up a sex offender.

I didn't rape the girl, but I did enough
to get her to jump out of a moving car.

That's where my disease took me.

And they took me to Tehachapi, and I
stayed there for three years, nine months.

Lost a lot.

Found a program in jail,
found God in the program.

Found page 429, it says:

Those actions that once made you feel
completely ashamed and totally discouraged

will allow you to share with other people
how to be a useful human being.

Found gratitude in God.

Realized I had a son
I had to raise. A boy.

My boy.

Otis.

I'm trying my best.

For that kid.

But I'm in pain like a motherfucker, man.

You know?

Whoo!

It's not fun if you start cheating, Otis.

I know you're sandbagging.
I know you're holding jacks and nines.

- Put a nine down.
- If I had something, I'd put it down.

I know what you have.
You got a mirror behind you, smart guy.

I'm looking for one
of those nines, please.

- No can do.
- Bullshit.

- Gin.
- Bullshit.

- No, you didn't.
- Gin.

No, you did not. And you had the six.

Goddamn it. I knew it too.
I knew you had it.

I knew it. I saw it. I saw
it on your face. Put it down.

- Eighty-six.
- I'm getting better.

- Because you're lying.
- Learning to lie.

Well, you lie for a living, poop butt.

- We all do.
- I don't.

- Yeah, you do.
- No, sir.

You lie.

I'm telling you. I'm a lot of things,
a liar's not one of them, buddy.

Why won't you hold my hand?

Because I don't want people
thinking I'm a chicken hawk.

Deal the cards. I'm going to get a soda.

Hey. Hey. How's it going? Hey.

- Otis.
- Thank you for that. That was amazing.

I felt like a demon moved out.
That was powerful.

Are you acting right now?

You know, we all are, all the time.

Okay.

Are you being sincere right now,

or are you mocking me?

Both.

I'm not going anywhere.

Good.

- You're not gonna wear me out.
- I'm not trying.

- This is not me judging you.
- What is it, then?

It's just me saying...

I will see you in class, Otis.

Otis.

Yeah. Yeah. What's up?

Do you know how to... close a door gently?

Yes, of course.

How?

You pull with one hand
and you push with the other.

Good.

- No, I don't. I...
- Okay.

It's okay to be frustrated.

I don't need to talk about my fucking dad.
It doesn't make any sense that I'm...

My dad's not the reason I drink.

My dad's not the reason I drink.
He's the reason I work.

He just takes credit for
everything in my life that is good.

My dad's the kind of guy that
takes credit for other people's ideas.

Even his AA shares are an amalgamation
of other AA shares.

So having your own ideas is key?

Start writing, Otis.

Buddy, hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, you know what the white spot is
in the center of chicken shit?

Just give me
a fucking cigarette.

We're gonna keep going
till you make me laugh.

We're gonna do it
all fucking night. Ready?

- Give me a fucking cigarette. Yeah.
- You want a cigarette?

Do you know
I'm doing you a favor?

Who else is gonna give
a felon a job?

I'm not stupid...

- You've been fucking your life up.
- Yeah, what'd you hear?

Thought they were gonna
put you away for real.

Yeah,
that wasn't me.

- It wasn't you? Who was that, then?
- No.

You.

It's magic. Every single
time I drink, you take over.

- Oh, yeah? I take over?
- Poof.

Does your dick
get bigger too, Peckerwood?

What's up now? I could
probably kick your butt.

I'm the funny one around here. Stand up,
I'm gonna kick your butt right now.

- You gotta bow. You gotta bow. Ready?
- I don't give a fuck.

Who's fucking fault is that?
I don't care. I'll be the bad guy.

I don't give a shit. It's done. That's it.

Come here. Good take, good take.
You did it, you did it.

Good job, everybody. Let's go. Come here.

That's it. It's gonna take another 20
minutes to get the boy out the costume.

We banked three hours of school today,
Kev. You said it was over 10 minutes ago?

It's been 30 minutes.
Get the man another watch!

Hey, Dad, I was...

- Come here.
- I was getting the scene.

Yeah, I don't care.
I don't care. Come here.

- I was gonna get...
- Come here. Come here.

Child labor laws!

- I heard he stole some diamonds.
- Y'all knew what it was?

Two fucking hours! My boy was trying
to make me come, Mexico!

He didn't make it though.
He didn't make it.

Says here that you are the sight gag.

- Yeah.
- Okay?

You see all these workout faces?
That's your opportunity.

That's where you bring the funny shit.
That's where you flare your nostrils.

And give me everything
you got. Show me. Look.

- That's not funny though.
- What's not funny?

- The nostrils.
- I like it a lot. I think it's very funny.

- Okay, fine.
- Just try it.

- Let's go.
- Ready?

"Jeff, come on, it's been over an..." See?

You're gonna start on the floor
after I said it's a sight gag.

It's for heart rate.

- If I can't see you, how does that work?
- I'm just getting into the...

- I just told...
- You just told me what?

I don't need to do it in the scene.
It's not gonna happen in the scene.

- Nobody cares about fucking heart rate.
- I care about the fucking heart rate.

All right, heart-rate man.

They wanna see funny faces, Otis.
But all right, let's go. Ready?

"Jeff, come on, it's been over an hour.
I got a date with Dewey.

I gotta get in there, I gotta do my hair.
What are you doing in there?"

- What if I was...
- That's it.

doing something stupid

- in here...
- In here.

- Jacquelyn?!
- Jacquelyn?!

"As opposed to this?"

I know you wanna hang out
with your secret buddies, but I have...

Hold on, man.

Shut the fuck up!

I can't think in here! It's 12 midnight!

Shut the fuck up! Some of us got jobs!

Shut the fuck up!

I don't do this shit till your deaf,
but you're having a fucking quinceañera!

It's 12 midnight!

- What the fuck?
- Keep going with this shit!

I'll call la migra in a
fucking heartbeat! I don't give a fuck!

Worry about your son over there!
Worry about yourself! You don't...

I'm gonna fucking...
I'm gonna crack in half, I swear to God.

This place...

- No. No, Deb. No.
- Come on out here.

- Back off my door!
- All right, I will do that.

- It's about respect.
- And I understand that.

Well, if you got your respect,
you gotta respect that me and my girls

are over there chilling at our party,
enjoying ourselves, okay?

I'm not trying to interfere with that!

You knew it was a spot when you
moved in here. And it is what it is.

It is what it is and it ain't
what it fucking ain't, isn't it?

So why don't you get your
silly ass back the fuck over there!

- Acting like you run something in here?
- I'll stop...

Run what? You don't run shit here!

You better miss me with that!
You don't run a damn thing over here!

Okay. That's strike one!
That's strike one!

Now it's fucking war!

Motherfuck!

- You ready?
- Let's take a break.

- I don't wanna take a break.
- Let's take a break. I have the scene.

You don't have the scene yet.

- I think it's okay. Let's just end it.
- But I don't think it's okay.

So we'll keep going till you make me laugh
or do it all fucking night.

Give me a fucking cigarette.

- You want a cigarette?
- Yeah.

There. There you go. You happy now?

There you go, Fauntleroy. You got
a fucking cigarette. Go ahead, smoke it.

Look. You gonna let it
burn a hole in the carpet?

I don't give a shit, you're paying for it.

Do what you want.

Do you know I'm doing you a favor?

- You're doing me a favor?
- By paying you to be my chaperone.

- Who else is gonna give a felon a job?
- You're doing me a favor?

I'm not stupid.

I don't like when you talk to me
like that. Like I work for you.

- You do. I'm your boss.
- Don't say another word.

I'm about to lose my shit right now.
You're pushing me over the fucking edge.

You understand what I'm saying?

I don't have to be here. I can be gone
in a second. I can be gone in a second.

- I can be pulling eight, 10 grand a week.
- I want you to be here.

- Didn't I say, don't say another word?
- I want...

Shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up!

Didn't I say, don't say a fucking word?
Say one more word. One more word.

- I want you to be.
- You want to be a smart-ass? Shut up.

Didn't I say that?

- Didn't I say that to you?
- I want you to be here, Dad.

- Now you want me here?
- Yes.

I can't figure out who
the fuck you are, actor man.

What the fuck do you want me to
be here for? Give me one reason.

- You have good instincts.
- I have good instincts?

- Yeah.
- I got rodeo clown instincts.

That's why I could never make it
in Hollywood. I like pussy too much.

- You could if you started when I did.
- Then I could have been a big fucking...

A champion pie fighter?

Doing fucking push-ups?

Wipe your face, Otis.
Don't cry in front of me.

I'm not gonna ask you again, Otis.

You keep pushing me.

Thank you, and the other one.

Mm-mm-mm! Well, this culinary
spread is "beautisimuss," Jeff.

Well, it's all thanks to Royston.

- Thank you, Royston. This is splendid.
- "This is splendid."

- What has gotten into you, son?
- You know what?

Here. Here's the keys to
the new house. Take that.

Is that what you think this is all about?

That I'm leaving because Mommy and I
got a second house?

Well, yeah.

Royston, do you mind?

You heard him, Royston.

So you're staying?

Of course.

Do you really think
I would leave you and Royston behind?

I just thought you didn't love us anymore.

Aww.

I love you, Jeff.

I love you more than words can say.

And cut. We have it. Yep, that was great.

- I think we have it.
- You feeling all right?

Beautiful.

Well, this culinary
spread is "beautisimuss", Jeff.

Well, it's all thanks
to Royston.

Thank you, Royston.
This is splendid.

Dad.

I need you to hear me.

I'm gonna say some
things that I gotta say,

and I need you to not
interrupt me or run off.

Okay?

I was thinking, the other day
when we were talking about...

Tom and the rodeo...

I was thinking what other happy memories
I had of you, me and...

I swear to God...

I've always been waiting for
you to act like a real dad.

You haven't done that one time.

I've missed you
for a long time, Dad.

I love you, Jeff.

I love you more
than words can say.

What?

What?

Otis.

Hey, what's wrong with you?
Go pick that up.

- What are you crying about?
- I'm not crying.

Otis.

- Tom.
- Oh, fuck.

He still fixed our passports after you
threatened to face-fuck his dead family.

You're a sex offender.

- He's a federal employee.
- He kept pushing it.

- He's a grown man. He's gonna figure...
- Shut the fuck up!

Don't talk to me like that, Otis.

Listen to me and let me talk!

- Lower your voice, Otis.
- I want you to be a better dad to me.

So I want you to promise me,
put your pinkie out right now.

And I want you to promise me
that you're gonna be better to me...

- Yeah, I'll be better to you.
- This is not a joke.

This is not one of your
fucking stupid, little jokes.

Yeah, what is this, man?

End of our agreement.

The end of our agreement?

I'll tell you what, I get it, man.
I hear you. You want a better father.

A father who teaches
you lessons and stuff.

Yeah?

And you deserve one.

You do.

So...

I'm gonna try harder.

We're gonna start fresh
right here, right now.

Lesson number one:

All smart guys know...

if you could hit your boss once,

then you could hit him twice.

- Don't talk to me like that.
- Go away.

Gladly, pal.

Give me a cigarette, Dad.

Not until you get this scene.

You're gonna make me laugh,
or we're gonna do this all night.

I'm doing you a favor
by paying you to be my chaperone.

Give me a fucking cigarette, Dad.

Whoa, you're doing
who a favor?

You. Who else is gonna give
a felon a job? I'm not stupid.

I don't need you to do that.

- What are your SUDS now?
- I don't fucking know!

I'm not a fucking number.

What's the fucking point of doing this?

- What's the point of a number to it?
- So we can track progress.

Well, for fucking who?! For fucking who?

If it works, I'm gonna know, won't I?

For court.

Eighty.

Let's bring it down.

Oh, my God.

Cactus, window, carpet, pen.

- One more.
- You're ridiculous. You know that?

You think you're fucking smart
because you got me to act for you?

I've been doing this shit my
whole fucking life. For a living.

I would know if it works.
This is all bullshit.

How am I supposed to have therapy
with my probation officer?

Name one more thing.

You.

The only thing my father gave me

that was of any value is pain.

And you wanna take that away?

Can I?

♪ I found peace ♪

♪ In my way ♪

♪ But it didn't last ♪

♪ Beyond the day ♪

♪ I've had glimpses ♪

♪ Around the bend ♪

♪ But in the morning ♪

♪ I start again ♪

♪ I feel the sun ♪

♪ Hot on my face ♪

♪ And I hear my blood ♪

♪ Giving way ♪

♪ I've had some glimpses ♪

♪ Around the bend ♪

♪ You know, if I didn't ♪

♪ I'd have killed myself today ♪

♪ Now, Mama, I'm so tired ♪

♪ From the bullshit ♪

♪ Mama, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ And my soul cried ♪

♪ From the bullshit ♪

♪ Mama, yeah ♪

♪ And I'm so tired ♪

♪ But I know I'll make
it with you by my side ♪

♪ Perhaps ♪

♪ I'm crazy ♪

♪ Still I'm thinking ♪

♪ There is change in the air ♪

♪ We were trying ♪

♪ Together ♪

♪ Now we're trying
just to care ♪

♪ And I'm so tired ♪

♪ But I know I'll make
it with you by my side ♪

♪ Yes, yes ♪♪

What are you doing here?

I'm looking after your son.

Otis.

Otis.

You fucked my son.

Uh-uh.

You fuck your son.

Get out of the fucking room, bitch.

Goddamn it.

Get my glasses.

Did you fuck that woman?

She's just friendly.

She's just friendly?
She don't give a friendly fuck about you.

She don't give... You think she gives
a friendly fuck about a victim?

- I'm not a victim.
- No?

You are a victim.
You're 12-fucking-years old, man.

What do you think the fuck it is?

I love her.

- Fuck you, you love her.
- I do.

Love sells diapers, pal.

She holds my hand.
You slap me in the face.

I'm your father. You can't buy that shit.

- Yes, you can. I do.
- Don't! Don't fucking push me now.

- I'm not scared of you.
- Don't I know it.

Fuck this shit.

I don't want to be here no more.

- You can't leave.
- I can do what I want. I'm an adult.

You can't leave.

Fine. Take me with you.

Fuck off.

Call Tom.

Get him to fucking pick up some
applesauce. Go fucking camping, man.

- Let me in, Dad.
- Fuck off. You're in.

You're so fucking in!

You made it.

Hey-o!

I never could. Fucking congratulations.
Good on you, Honey Boy.

- None of it's real though.
- Yeah.

Well, there it is there, isn't it?

None of it's real.

It's more valuable that way.

That's my fucking advice.

That's my advice to you. That's my
fatherly advice. You picking up on that?

Chase the bullshit forever, man.

Mom says that you...

Your mother says a whole
fucking lot of shit, your mother.

It's naive.

The real world,

truth is, wood fucking rots, man.

You know, stone crumbles.
People fucking die. That's the real world.

The only thing that's gonna live
on is stories and fables and dreams.

I don't understand.

You're 12-fucking-years old.

- I want to understand. I want stories.
- I know.

You get stories every week.
Pull them out the fucking envelope.

You don't need me for stories.

You make your own stories.

How do you think it feels...

for me to have my son talk to me
the way that you talked to me?

Have my son paying me?

How do you think that feels?

You wouldn't be here if I didn't pay you.

Horse trade.

You stop putting me down...

You stop...

Shitting on me and bringing up the past.
I can't get out from under it.

And I'll teach you what I know.
I'll give you what I have.

Okay.

Deal.

There's no quick fix.

But you can start from here.

You need to get rid of
what doesn't work, Otis.

I'm growing, son.

- I know. I see it.
- No, fuck you, you see it.

I'm growing marijuana on
the side of the freeway.

Sinsemilla on the 101.

- Dad.
- What?

- What if they catch you again?
- Who's "they"?

- The police, the city...
- The city, they're watering it for me.

There's no tail.

This crop works, I'm gonna
plant the whole fucking freeway.

You and me are gonna build a treehouse
on the fucking moon, buddy.

Trust me, Honey Boy. I'm your father.

You know, the older you get,
you learn a couple things about life.

You get to know
what you come from.

Now what you come from, is you come
from a line of alcoholics, son.

Look behind me. Didn't I
promise you a treehouse?

- No.
- I'm a man of my word is what I am.

Don't be shy, there you go. Get in there.

It's yours!

A long line of good people

who were hurting and didn't
know what the fuck to do.

So they drank a lot.

Here, touch it. Come on, break it off.

- Sticky.
- Yeah, that's magical stuff there.

That's God right there, Peckerwood.

Every single one of us
got a grudge.

Hey, Dad!

Every single one of us
got somebody that fucked us over.

And I know you got one!

And you gotta lay the grudge down.

Or it's gonna fucking kill you.

Hey, Ruby.

Okay, put your hands up.
Put your hands up.

You know, a seed has to totally
destroy itself to become a flower.

That's a violent act, Honey Boy.

Nobody's mad at me anymore.

That's all I ever wanted.

You'll get there too.

I'm gonna make a movie about you.

You're making a movie about me?

Well, make me look good, Honey Boy.

♪ I ain't lookin'
to compete with you ♪

♪ Beat or cheat or mistreat you ♪

♪ Simplify you, classify you ♪

♪ Deny, defy or crucify you ♪

♪ All I really want to do ♪

♪ Is, baby, be friends
with you ♪

♪ No, and I ain't
lookin' to fight with you ♪

♪ Frighten you or uptighten you ♪

♪ Drag you down or drain you down ♪

♪ Chain you down or bring you down ♪

♪ All I really want to do ♪

♪ Is, baby, be friends with you ♪

♪ I ain't lookin' to block you up ♪

♪ Shock or knock or lock you up ♪

♪ Analyze you, categorize you ♪

♪ Finalize you or advertise you ♪

♪ All I really want to do ♪

♪ Is, baby, be friends with you ♪

♪ All I really want to do ♪

♪ Is, baby, be friends with you ♪

♪ I don't want to meet your kin ♪

♪ Make you spin or do you in ♪

♪ Or select you or dissect you ♪

♪ Or inspect you or reject you ♪

♪ All I really want to do ♪

♪ Is, baby, be friends with you ♪

♪ I don't want to fake you out ♪

♪ Take or shake or forsake you out ♪

♪ I ain't lookin' for
you to feel like me ♪

♪ See like me or be like me ♪

♪ All I really want to do ♪

♪ Is, baby, be friends with you ♪