All language subtitles for Hit.and.Run.2012.BDRip.XviD-SPARKS

CHARLES: You're not
concentrating. I can tell.

You're thinking about e-mails
or text messages or handbags.

Taylor Lautner.

ANNIE: You don't know that. You
don't know what I'm thinking about.

(WHISPERING) Lautner.

Okay, I might not
know the specifics

but I know it's some
kind of useless racket

that's keeping you
from concentrating.

You don't know squat!

I could be thinking about
the cure for cancer.

In fact, I may have
just cracked it.

And now you're trying to get me
to erase it from my hard drive.

You couldn't
cure a UTI

if you owned a cranberry farm.
(GASPS)

Hey! I have never had
an infected urinary tract.

Oh, really?
No, I have not.

And you've never
had HPV either?

No!
All right.

No human papillomavirus?

Watch your mouth!

Hey!
Watch your mouth.

I smack too.
I was vaccinated.

I was vaccinated.

'Cause, unlike you, I was
born after the polio vaccine.

What are you talking about? I
am five years older than you.

How do I know that?

I see no documentation of that.
For all I know you're 45.

Listen to me!
lam 35 years old. Okay?

You're 45! You're gray!

Ow! Ow! Ow!
Buddy, don't grab my hair.

It's thin. I don't like
when you pull my hair.

Then let go of my wrist.

Okay.

On three.
Truce? Okay.

Three, two, one.
One, two, three.

Okay. Don't grab my
hair again, okay?

Okay. Well, then
don't hold me down.

It makes me self-conscious. That's
my only way to defend myself.

I'm being serious though.
Will you please concentrate?

Yes.
Okay.

That's it.

Take three deep breaths.

(INHALING)

This is the only moment
you need to be worried about.

There's no yesterday.

There's no tomorrow.

There's just right now.

You're not
late for anything.

And you're not
gonna miss anything.

You're exactly where
you're supposed to be.

And you're exactly who
you're supposed to be.

You're absolutely perfect.

And whatever happens today

is exactly what's
supposed to happen.

And if you want

I'll spend every moment with
you for the rest of your life.

Okay, I want.

You're gonna have
a wonderful day today.

You don't have to be
nervous about anything.

Okay, I'm not.

You promise?

Yeah. Thanks, buddy.

You're so
terrible on the eyes.

I don't know why I share a bed with you!
You're disgusting!

RANDY: That's a lot! That's a lot of space.
Forget it. I've got a friend.

Hey, you!
Is Charlie awake yet?

'Cause I've got to pick him up.
We've got a meeting in town.

I thought I'd
swing by and grab him.

Yeah, he's inside.

Right.
You doing all right?

Yeah.
Yeah, good!

Are you okay, Randy?

No. No. Why?
Why? What's wrong?

You're just a little sweaty.
But it's not a big deal.

Okay, well, I'm sorry.
That happens.

I hate it.
You don't need to apologize.

Okay-
Okay-

Bye, Randy.

You too!

Yes. I'll do that. I'll...

Someone's calling. Hold on, hold on.
Just a second.

God damn it!
Son of a bitch.

Damn it!

Damn it!

Oh, shit! Fuck!

Hey. Hey. No!

Fuck! No! No!

Oh! on! No! Kids!
(SCREAMING)

Oh, God!

(SHOTS FIRING)
What the fuck!

Morn!

Oh, no! Kids!

Morn!
RANDY: No!

(SCREAMING)

When I tell you to stay in
park you fucking stay in park!

You stay in park
or I will break you!

Hear me?

CHARLES: Hey!
What are you doing?

What the fuck are
you doing, Randy?

Nothing!

What do you mean nothing?
I look out my window

and you're ghost riding your
van in the backyard, man!

You're blasting
holes in everything!

Shut the fuck up, Charlie!
Shut the fuck up!

I'm sorry, ma'am. Wait! Let
me get my badge! Don't worry!

No! Don't go anywhere! I got my badge!
This car is malfunctioning!

CHARLES: Randy!
You blew her window out!

You've got to be
more careful than that!

Would you shut the fuck up? I'm trying
to explain to this lady what happened!

Hey! Why don't you
explain to me, man?

It's my yard
you're driving through!

You're assaulting a minivan with a firearm?
Jesus, Randy!

I had a fucking accident!

Okay? I had a fucking accident!
All right? I'm embarrassed!

Okay? Are you happy? I spilt
my coffee all over me!

Listen, I didn't know
you spilt your coffee, okay?

Yeah, it spilt on
my shirt and on my pants!

I'm sorry. Listen, it's all right.
Are you okay?

Yeah. I think so.

So you spilt your coffee?

Yeah. I spilled it on
my shirt and on my pants.

And then you fell
out of your van?

Or were you firing first
and then you fell out?

I don't want to
talk about it out here.

Okay-
Okay-

You want to come inside?

Get me out
of this yard, man!

You were really
firing that gun, man.

Okay. Next subject.

Hi, Annie. Take a seat.
I'm just finishing this up.

Thanks.
Oh, take your time.

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

What's that?

Uh, I was just taking
a couple of deep breaths.

Someone recommended
I try it when I'm nervous.

You know what else works?

Xanax. Oh. It's so good.

All benzos, really.

But that one works extremely well.
Very fast-acting.

Huh? I never take Xanax.

Well, you should
really try it.

If you mix it with wine or beer
it sort of supercharges it.

I should try that.

Why are you nervous?

I know, you know, it's
the end of the semester

and I also know
there's budgetary issues.

And that you have to
let a few professors go.

And so when I got
the note in my box,

I think I just
assumed the worst.

Would you be afraid to get fired
if your job was to clean the floor

at one of those coin-operated
jack-off booths?

You know, where you're
the one holding the mop.

Um, fired from
a jack-off booth?

Where the truckers
go and masturbate.

They're all
along the interstate.

Yeah. I know what
you're talking about.

Well? Would you?
Urn...

No. I would not.

And yet, you're here
at Milton Valley,

the jack-off booth
of academia.

I'm not sure
what your point is.

You're too smart and passionate to work here.
So why do you?

You know, I created
my own major at Stanford.

I have a doctorate in Non-Violent
Conflict Resolution,

which no university offers as a major.
They just don't.

So I teach intro
to soc classes.

And I'm... I'm also
in a relationship here.

I'm going to stop you.

UC is starting a conflict
resolution program.

I spoke to the head of
the Sociology Department.

And she's extremely interested in
hiring you to run that program.

No way.

Uh-huh, way.

Now, she's meeting the other
applicant on Wednesday

and she'll need to
make a decision that day.

Their semester
starts in a week.

(WHISPERS) You're meeting
her on Wednesday.

Oh, my God!

Thank you so much!
I'm so flattered

that you would
even consider me!

I just have to check with my
boyfriend Charlie because he has...

He can't exactly leave, uh, Milton.
Annie.

Please.
I went to state school.

I went to football games and
blacked out and got date raped.

I had abortions. I worried too much
about what my boyfriends thought.

I got what I deserved.

But that's not you.

You deserve
so much more than this.

RANDY: I hope your
neighbor doesn't report

what happened out
there in the yard.

Why? You're a marshal. You're allowed
to fire your weapon, aren't you?

Yeah, but I've had
a couple incidences.

And this would be bad.

Although, I don't know what
more they could do to me.

This seems like the bottom of the
barrel as far as being a marshal.

Why did you get stuck
with witness protection?

Because I accidentally
discharged my weapon.

Once at a gas station and another
time at a baseball game.

At a baseball game?
Yes.

Was anyone killed?

No! Nobody. Are you kidding me?
No! It wasn't even my fault!

I'm not kidding you.

You shoot your weapon
off at a baseball game

and there's
people everywhere.

It's not crazy that I would
assume maybe someone got shot.

Listen,
I asked for a revolver.

A revolver has a hammer
that you pull back.

And a safety. But no. What
do they give me? Right.

Jesus Christ, man.
Be careful with that.

Yeah. Look at that.

Okay. Now, you heard stuff going on.
I mean...

(GUN CLICKS)

(BOTH SHOUTING)

I don't know.
That's not even safe.

Randy, Randy, Randy, Randy.

Please, please,
please, please! Okay?

I'll just...

From now on, don't touch
my weapon anymore. Okay?

Listen, I wasn't... I know
we're friends and everything.

And it's kind of a gray area
now that we are friends.

But do not touch my weapon again.
It's unsafe.

Okay. I'm sorry.

I've been
trained for this.

I trained for two years
to be able to do this.

Okay. So please, do me a solid.

I'm not going to touch it.
I won't bring it up again.

I promise. I'm not going to touch it.
All right, thank you.

Okay- Okay-

And it's not
your fault. I know.

Oh, no.
Did it not go good?

No, it went
really well.

Then why are you upset?

You just look so
stupid sitting there.

So impossibly cute.

And I don't even know
why you like me so much.

Oh, mama.
I think you're stupid.

(CHAIR CREAKING)

I should have oiled that.

(CHUCKLES)

So she didn't fire you?

Debby found me a job where I
could head my own department.

In my field.

And it would be the first
one like it in the country.

And it would be perfect.

Then why are you upset?

Because it's in L.A.

And I would have to
leave and move to L.A.

It's in L.A.?

That's the only place
this job exists? In L.A.?

No other place?

No, Charlie.
There's no other place.

It only exists in L.A.

And Debby told me that if I
didn't take the interview

she would fire me.

And I wouldn't even
have my job here anymore.

Will you say
something, please?

What do you want me to say?
There's nothing to say.

Well, what are
you thinking?

What am I thinking?

I think I'm pissed that the one
thing that makes me happy,

the one thing that makes this
shit-hole town bearable is leaving.

I didn't say
I was leaving.

You're leaving!

Even if you wanted to
stay, I wouldn't let you.

I wouldn't forgive myself
and you wouldn't either.

That's not true. If I stayed
I wouldn't resent you.

Hey.
Where are you going?

I'm gonna go
talk to Debby.

About what?

I'm gonna beg her to let
me have my job back.

Okay, wait.
Slow down a second.

Are you sure
you want to do this?

If I wanted to go to L.A.,
I'd have to be outside

packing my car up to
get there by Wednesday.

Yeah?

Yeah. So you don't see me
packing up my car, do you?

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Hey.

This doesn't feel right.

I'll be back
in an hour or two.

You have been dating
this clown for one year.

It's only going to take you
six months to get over him.

Now, I want you to take one of
these when it gets unbearable.

Some Xanies in here.

And Lorazepam.
Oh! Dilaudid.

My gift to you.

Debby, I don't need it.
I don't need the pills.

Take it!

(CAR ENGINE REVVING)

Look at Captain
Longdick out there.

Does this guy like
to fuck, or what?

That's Charlie!

What are you doing here?

I'm here to take
your fat ass to L.A.

You can't leave.

Yeah.

Look, I can't live
here without you

and I'm not
letting you stay.

So I suggest you get in.

You don't think
it'll be too dangerous?

No. I've been gone for four years and L.A.
is a big city.

We'll be fine.

(SHRIEKS WITH DELIGHT)

I thought you said
this car didn't run.

Sweetie,
this car more than runs.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

ANNIE: Whoa, whoa, buddy!
Where are you going?

CHARLES: To L.A.

I have to pack my stuff.

No. I grabbed
everything you'd want.

Where?

It's in the trunk.

Honey, everything I need for L.A.
would not fit in the trunk.

Sweetie, this car also came
as a hardtop convertible.

The whole roof
slid into the trunk.

The trunk was designed
to hold the entire roof.

Believe me. Your stuff
fit in the trunk.

(GASPS) Oh, wait!

What? My teaching certificate.
It's at Gil's.

You're kidding me.

No. And I need it.

Oh, boy.

ANNIE: Be back in a sec.

(RATTLING)

Oh, my God.

(DOORBELL CHIMING)

Hey!

Anne?
What a fun surprise.

Um, listen. I think
I accidentally left...

You caught me in the middle
of doing all my laundry.

Sorry about that. Um...

When I split up
the photo albums,

I think I left the one with my
teaching degree here with you.

Oh. Okay, well.

That's an honest mistake. You want
to come in and talk about it?

No, Gil. I just want the album.
Can you grab it?

Uno memento.

Uno memento.

Nice buns!
(SHUSHES)

Well, it looks like we've got
quite a few options here.

Are you sure you don't want
to do this on the couch?

We can spread them out... No, that's fine.
It'll be in the back.

All right. Why, pray tell, are
you in such a hurry to get this?

Um, because I'm taking a job in L.A.
and I need it.

You're taking a job
in Los Angeles? When?

Uh, now, actually.
We're leaving right now.

We?

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You're moving to Los Angeles
with a man you barely know?

Bingo. Okay...

Hold on a second!

I'm not letting you
move 500 miles away

with a man named Charles
Bronson, who you barely know

who happens to be in the
witness protection program.

Do you know who goes
into witness protection?

Criminals.

Criminals who have ratted out other
criminals to save their own ass.

Okay! First of all, I never should
have told you anything about him.

I never should have. Secondly,
you don't have the authority

to not let me
do anything, Gil.

And lastly, he was given that
name when he entered protection

which he entered because
he witnessed a crime. Okay?

He's a good Samaritan, Gil.
Not a criminal. Give me!

You can't just disappear with that scumbag.
All right? It's unacceptable.

He's probably
going to murder you

and role-play
with your corpse!

Give me the album, Gil! Give me the album!
Annie. Annie!

Hey! What the fuck
are you doing, Gil?

Nothing. I was just giving her
the albums that she asked for.

You're sunbathing, too?
What, you got your top off?

I was doing laundry.

Give her the
fucking books, all right?

You know what?
You're not safe, Annie.

And when he snaps, you better hope
to hell that I'm there to save you.

Because he's
going to do it.

Okay, Gil. Take care.

Bye, Gil!

(ENGINE STARTING)

CHARLES: You got it?
ANNIE: Yeah.

G-L-8-7-9.
G-L-8-7-9!

CHARLES: What?
(CHUCKLES)

ANNIE: What's with this car?

What do you mean
what's with this car?

I mean...
It's kind of obnoxious.

Oh! You think this
car is obnoxious?

'Cause I think it's tits!

And I think most people
think this car is tits.

It sounds like
it's gonna break.

No, it does not sound
like it's gonna break.

It sounds like
it has 700 horsepower.

All right?
You're being a girl.

Believe me, all dudes
love how this car sounds.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

I'm in a 700
horsepower dude lure?

That's right.

Apologies.
I had no idea.

You definitely told me
this car was broken.

It was when I was talking about
turning the shed into a craft room.

Yeah?
Yeah.

So, why did you say that?

Why did I say that?

Holy shnikes,
look at this.

There's a parrot
driving this car.

Uh-huh.
A driving parrot!

Oh, man!
I'm gonna be rich!

I found the only
driving parrot!

I was hiding it
in the shed

'cause you're not supposed
to bring anything with you.

I mean,
especially not a car.

But I spent a year and a half
building this thing with my dad

and I didn't want to
just not have it anymore.

You wanted to bring it because
you built it with your dad?

Yeah.

We weren't the
hottest communicators,

but we kind of
worked well together.

So he was into off-road racing
and we did that together.

And then he was into building
old cars and we did that.

I think it's sweet.

I want a burger.

Mmm! I want a burger too.

Let's get some beef!

Let's get some
beef up in us.

ANGELLA: What are you doing?

TERRY: I'm on my Pouncer app.

Yeah.
I understand it's an app.

I'm saying when you hit the
Pouncer app what happens?

I hit Pouncer. And it sends out
my exact location on this map.

And then I can see who else has
Pouncer on the same exact map.

And I can chat with
them in real time.

And be like, "Hey! Where are you?
What's going on?"

Oh.

You're the only one on here.

Yeah.

Well, we're in the middle of nowhere.
There's no gays.

Have you used it
in another city'?

Oh, my God.

Airports. Vegas.
You know.

Austin lights up like
a fucking Christmas tree.

A hundred feet away.
Fifty feet away.

Ten feet away. Zero feet away.
Guys wanting to hook up.

For coffee? Or like...

No. To fuck.

Or hand jobs or blowjobs
or kissing. Whatever.

So wait, then like,
you just hit a button

and within five minutes
you and a stranger,

having sex?
Or having hand jobs?

Yep.
Okay-

I mean, that's not the
intention of the app.

I think the intention of the app is
to see who's straight and who's gay.

Like for you, you're straight
so it's safe to assume

that you can hit on anyone
or flirt with them.

And then I do that, what happens?
Victim of a hate crime.

Yeah. Not cool.
(PHONE VIBRATING)

Not cool at all.

Oh, Gil.

(SIGHS) What?

Hey! Did you
change your mind?

It doesn't work
like that, Gil.

I can't have him tailed or brought in.
He hasn't done anything.

I'm telling you, the guy is a
fucking Ted Bundy. Okay, Terry'?

He's probably going to murder her
and do kinky shit to her body!

And that's
gonna be on you!

You're supposed to
be a fucking cop!

I am a fucking cop, Gil!

I don't need you telling
me how to be a cop.

I know what I'm
fucking doing, okay?

You know what?
You still owe me 1,700 bucks!

Are you fucking
kidding me right now?

I got you
out of that DUI.

That report said
you soiled yourself, Gil.

Like a fucking
homeless man!

You evacuated.
You shit your pants.

I fixed that!
Okay, en? Me!

Fine.
Forget the 1,700 bucks.

Just do it because
you're my brother. Okay?

Fine. What's the
plate number?

Thank you.

Uh, Galactica,
Libra, eight, seven, nine.

Galactica, Libra,
eight, seven, nine.

The plate's been
expired for three years.

And it's not
even in his name.

What's the name?
Who is it registered to?

Yul Perrkins.

Yul Perrkins?

Yeah.

Oh, my God! I bet
that's his real name!

Yul!

I've got to go.
I'll see you Sunday.

Thanks, Terry!

Yul Perrkins.

"Thirty-one year-old Yul
Perrkins will be the key witness

"in the state's case against
Alexander Dmitri and Noel Hodges.

"Three suspects are
accused of robbing

"First National Bank
in late August." You fuck.

"They have been awaiting
trial for six months

"while the state finalized the
plea bargain with Perrkins."

Alexander Dmitri.

For the next 24 hours
I know where Yul Perrkins is.

CHARLES: They're saying
the Iraqi dinar

is gonna go to the value
of the Kuwait dollar.

ANNIE: What are you talking
about? Iraqi dinar?

It's trading at 1000 dinar per U.S.
dollar. (PHONE VIBRATING)

Oh, shit. It's Randy.
Hold on one second.

Hey, Randy!

Hey. Where are you? I picked
something up for you.

A new bowling ball.

Aw, you didn't
have to do that, man.

Well, I was just thinking. You're a
really good bowler, like naturally.

You're too good to be using one
of those pitted-out house balls.

(CHUCKLES) That was really nice of you.
Thanks, Randy.

So when are you
going to be back?

Um, well...
Here's the thing.

Annie got a really great
job opportunity in L.A.

So I'm gonna go
ahead and go with her.

What? Are you
fucking kidding me?

You know you
can't leave Milton!

You cannot leave Milton!

Well, I know
it's not advised,

but technically
I think I can leave.

This is such bullshit!

Listen, if you do leave you have to
have a marshal with you at all times

in case something happens!

And if something happens
to you, I am fucking fired!

Hey, look. I'm sorry. I'm not
trying to get you fired, okay?

I'm leaving
witness protection.

So I'm no longer
your responsibility.

I mean, I think
I can leave. No?

You can leave.
But there's a whole process.

You've got to
fill out forms and shit.

Okay.
Where are you right now?

I'm already on my way.

Just stay right where you're
at and I'm coming to you.

No. No. Listen. Randy. I've got
to get her to this interview.

I would have told
you I was leaving

but this whole thing happened really fast.
And I'm sorry.

I'm on my way.
What's your 20?

I'm gonna call you
when we get to L.A. Okay?

Nothing's gonna happen to me.
You just stay there.

What the fuck?

Randy? I got to go, okay?

Stay there! I'm coming.

Fuck! All right...

Okay, you know what? Randy's
hell bent on protecting me.

And I think that could
be very dangerous for us.

We should get on the road.

Okay.

Hey, chief,
is this your car?

Yeah, man.
You shouldn't touch.

Oh. It's so nice.

Thanks.

I bet this thing's got nitrous.
This got nitrous?

No. Nitrous is for fags.
It's got cubic inches.

Cubic inches.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(LAUGHING)

Did you just say "fags"?

Yeah.

But not in, like,
a homophobic way.

I used it
in place of "lame."

Why wouldn't
you just say "lame"?

Well, same reason I say
"fuck" instead of "frick."

It packs more punch. It's basically
the swear word version of lame.

No. It's not.

It's a hate word used
to perpetuate homophobia.

It's used to
marginalize gay people.

You're acting like
you don't know me.

I voted to
legalize civil unions.

When I had friends,
I had a lot of gay friends.

Then you shouldn't say "fag."

I don't! I don't use it in
reference to actual people.

I mean especially
homosexual people.

So then,
that makes it okay?

Yeah, I think so. I mean
morally, I feel fine about it.

So as long as it's not in reference
to a person, it's all right?

Like if I wanted to start
calling my purse the N word.

"Honey, have you
seen my N word?

"I can't find my N word anywhere.
And it's the expensive one."

Okay. I will
work on it.

Thank you.

Are you fucking
kidding me?

No. I'm not.

No, no. Your ex-boyfriend
is behind us.

Gil is tailing us.

Oh, my God.

What the fuck is he doing?

You know what? I'm going to
put a stop to this right now.

What are you gonna do?

I'll tell you
what I'm going to do.

I'm gonna tell him if he
doesn't stop following us,

I'm gonna pull him out of the car
and beat the shit out of him.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
You're not doing that!

That's not how
you solve things.

That's exactly
how you handle this.

Especially with
a turd like Gil.

I'm sorry. Which one of us has a
doctorate in conflict resolution?

'Cause I think it's me.

Listen. I respect
your degree. I do.

But it's not how we're getting
out of this situation, okay?

We don't have time
to bring in a mediator.

Charlie, I am not going to
live with a man who says "fag"

and beats up guys
on the side of the road.

I'm not gonna teach
non-violence at a university

and then marry
Dog the bounty hunter!

I won't do it!

(FUNK MUSIC
PLAYING ON RADIO)

What are you doing, Gil?

Protecting someone I love.

What are you doing,
Yul Perrkins?

I don't know
how you know that name,

but if you say it out loud
again, I swear to God...

"Yul" do what?

I love Annie.

Enough to move back to L.A. for
her where I might get killed.

I love her so much that I'm
not beating your fucking head

against the ground right now
because she asked me not to.

But if you do something that
results in her leaving me,

I'm going to
beat you to death.

I'm literally gonna beat you to fucking death, Gil.
Do you understand that?

That name stays
between you and I.

(CHUCKLES)

You know we have
a mutual friend?

I mean, technically
he's a Facebook friend,

which is obviously less significant
than a real friendship

but still kind of cool.

Alex Dmitri.

You know him?
Alex Dmitri?

I got you.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

What did he say?
Is he going home?

Nope. No, he's going to
follow us all the way to L.A.

(SIGHS) So how do you
want to handle this?

Well, sweetie, if you're not
gonna let me kick his ass,

then you're gonna have
to let me run from him.

Okay.

I'm proud of you.

Thank you.

I'm sure I'll get there.

Yul!
(ENGINE STARTS)

Yul Perrkins!

What is he saying?
(ENGINE REVVING)

Oh, who gives a shit?

This is probably gonna
get pretty fucking radical.

But I don't want you
to get scared, okay?

I raced all growing up and I even
drove professionally for a while.

Okay.

I trust you.

(SOUL MUSIC PLAYING)

GIL: Annie, hey!
This is Gil!

I'm following you, okay?

If he goes all psycho
and shit on you

give me some kind
of hand signal. Okay?

(LAUGHING)

CHARLES: Hold on!

(SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)

Oh!

Oh, shit! on!
(GUN FIRING)

Oh!

Stop! Stop!
Oh, God. Stop!

Holy shit!
I think that was Randy!

Bye, Gil.

Oh, my God.

Hey! Randy?

Randy, are you okay, man?

No! I'm not
fucking okay, Charlie!

I'm in the middle of a field
that you ran me into!

And my gun started going off, man!
No! lam not okay!

Hey! I'm sorry! And I
don't want to be a dick,

but you didn't have to jump
your van onto that field, man.

I got back in my lane
with plenty of time.

Bullshit! I know time.

We would have had
a fucking head-on collision!

Okay. You know what?
You're clearly shaken up.

And apparently you had another
incident with your firearm.

And I think you're
being a little defensive.

I just pulled over to see if you're okay.
All right?

I am not defensive!
Are you shitting me?

What have I got
to be defending? Huh?

Nothing to defend!
You ran me off the road!

My gun went off 'cause of
you, almost killing me!

Hey. Randy?

Are you
really all right?

I am okay. I am okay. How are you doing?
Are you okay?

Yeah.

Do you want me to
call you a tow truck?

Obviously I have
a fucking cell phone!

I was in the middle of a call
when you wrecked me! Okay?

Okay. Well,
you know what...

Wait, Charlie!
Don't go! Don't go, please!

Listen, I'm sorry.
I'm just a little embarrassed.

Don't go, okay? 'Cause I'll
just have to chase you.

I know you will, Randy. But will you
please be a little more careful?

I mean, it really worries
me when I look behind me

and I see your
van is airborne.

Charlie?

Bye, Randy!

Oh! Hey! Congratulations
on the new job!

Thanks!

ALEX: Remember when they
had, like, two minutes

when they could shop and
get whatever they wanted?

NEVE: That's a good idea!
Oh, hey.

Leave a pit by itself
right in front of a store.

Well he's not a killer.
Look at that face.

That's what they all say.
Until they need stitches.

Like those crazy bitches
that live with tigers?

What? What are
you talking about?

The show!

About the women who get pet
tigers and then get eaten?

Oh. Oh. Oh, yeah!

What was that called?

You ain't ever gonna catch no black
bitches living with no tiger.

That's some
white girl shit.

She hates
white bitches, right?

We don't like white
bitches either, do we?

Black people
don't do that.

You'll never catch me
doing some shit like that.

Yeah? I live with a tiger
and I ain't no white bitch.

Oh, really?
No.

I'm a tiger?

Yes, ma'am.

Just the water? I don't think we
have the right cookware for that...

Just the water?
Yeah! Mmm-hmm.

That'll be $1.69.
(PHONE RINGING)

Oh, just a sec.
Hi, boss.

What's up?

Gonna have
a hell of a meal.

Well, the dog
food's not for me.

(LAUGHING)
I'm just teasing.

But I don't think your dog's gonna
want to eat that either, though.

He's lucky I feed him anything at
all after he tore up my couch.

Mmm.
(CHUCKLES)

See'? He ain't no lamb.
He's a tiger.

That's right, girl.
He's all tiger.

Well, maybe he thought
that couch was healthier

than the landfill
you're giving him.

Hey, dude?

How about you stop worrying
about what I feed my dog

and worry about surfboards, or whatever
the fuck it is you think about?

I'm sorry.

I just don't know
if you realize

how much better the good
dog food is for your dog.

Yeah,
it's 10% more expensive.

But it's like
80% less poison.

I just...

You trying to get knocked
the fuck out, motherfucker?

No, no, no.
Huh?

'Cause you got the right guy.

I'll knock a nigger
out holding a baby.

(RECEIPT PRINTING)

Thank you for
shopping at Field's.

I am really only
thinking about the best.

I'm just thinking about, you know, the
beautiful little creature out there.

But I'm sorry.
Have a nice day, sir.

So, a little dog food?

Yeah. How are you doing?

Good.

Where the fuck
is your leash?

That fucking
son of a bitch.

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

Come on, buddy! Yeah!

Get you where we can
play around a little bit.

Yeah! How's that feel?

Right?

All right?

Let's eat some dog food.
All right, buddy?

Chill the fuck out, man!

No, I am chill.

Don't do nothing stupid!

You like this. You want it.
You said you liked it!

You said it's good!
Don't you remember?

It's high-priced fucking chicken feet dog food!
Eat it, brother!

Baby, let's go, okay?

Yo! Get your man straight!

Hey, babe. I'll be there
in a second, okay?

No, man! Get in the car!
It's just dog food!

No! Babe, it's not just dog food.
That's my whole point about this.

It's compressed
fucking sawdust

and we're not leaving here
until my man samples some.

You got it! Just eat it!
No! Just trust me!

I can't eat that shit, man!

Why not? I can't! Man, I can't!
I'd rather die!

I can't eat this shit, man!

Do you understand
what you just said?

That you would rather
die than eat that shit?

You understand
how that supports

what I've been trying to tell
you the past 15 minutes?

Other people,
lives in danger,

they eat
another human being.

But you?

You won't even
fucking eat this.

Fuck. That's some
profound shit, man.

That's some
fucking profound shit.

Hey!

Come on. Come on.

Now, I'm going to
take your dog.

But I'm going to
tell you something.

It's not cool to wear
those tank tops anymore.

Unless you're wearing it
ironically or something.

Fuck all y'all!

Fuck me.

Oh, shit.
Get some.

Damn!

That's a mean kitty!

Thanks.

What is it? A '75?

Uh, '67.

Is that what
they told you, huh?

Shit! Suicide doors.

Suicide...
Uh...

You can shut that.

(DOOR CLOSES)
Thanks.

Seeing if it worked, guy.

Oh.

That ain't
a stock power plant.

No. Not stock.

Yeah. How many ponies?

Seven hundred.
Damn!

How much?

It's 700!

No. Into the motor.

What's the price
tag on this build?

Reason I'm asking is 'cause
I might do a motor swap

with that late
model Ford over there.

Yeah.

I can't really remember everything
that went into it. So...

Ballpark it.

You know what?
It was about 14 grand.

Damn. That's commitment.

Mmm-hmm. Yeah.

That's what I always say.

And the South
will rise again.

God! You own that too?

(LAUGHING) You know what?
It's a rental, actually.

(LAUGHING)

Aren't they all?

Oh.
(ENGINE STARTING)

Hey. Have you noticed that there
is a certain type of person

that is attracted
to this vehicle?

Yeah. Like the guy
at the gas station?

Yes. Like the guy
at the gas station.

Like, if you spent two years
building your dream car

and then you
started to notice

that is was also the dream car
of a certain type of person.

Like people who are...
I don't know.

Let's just call them
rapists, out of convenience.

If you started to notice that
your peers were rapists,

what do you think that says about
the old you who built this car?

Look. This car
is designed specific.

What appeals to me is probably not
what appeals to other dudes. Okay?

I wanted something that was as
fast as hell, seated six people,

and had a trunk
the size of an SUV's.

But why?

I feel like you're insinuating that I
have small dick complex or something.

And I don't. We both
know that's not the case.

I have a lot of issues,
but not that one.

I'm just teasing you.

I don't think couples can
really tease each other.

I think everyone
pretends they can,

but really, there's
always some kind of

truth or judgment
in there somewhere.

Baloney.
Couples can tease.

Oh, yeah.
It's playful!

Well, of course. I can say
to you you're too fat,

or you're too tall
and clearly I'm joking.

But anything else I say I'm
probably hinting at something

that bothers me
about you.

But I'm framing it as a joke,
so that when a fight ensues

I don't have to take
responsibility for it.

Do you want to
just go to this place?

Sure.

I feel like you just
got really upset, though.

And I honestly was
just teasing you.

Okay. I'll be back
in a second.

It's okay if you're feeling
sensitive and I'll drop it.

The only reason
I want to talk about it

is so we can
figure out why.

I think it's just going
home after four years.

It's just bringing
up some weird shit.

What kind of weird shit?

I don't know.

Just weird shit, really.
(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh, my God!

Oh, hey!

Sorry!
Sorry about that.

Sorry. Very sorry.

Our bad. Sorry.

Oh, my God!

(LAUGHING)

Get away from the door!

That was a real
life lemon party.

That was grannies and grampies
fooling around! (LAUGHING)

What you buying, baby?

I was just checking
my Facebook page.

I don't know why. You ain't single
and you've got three friends.

What the fuck you be
checking on Facebook?

(BOTH LAUGHING) What are
you checking on Facebook?

Maybe Allen put some
new photos of himself

naked in front of the mirror.
I have to stay abreast.

You don't
want to miss that.

Get the fuck out of here.

What?

Get your shit. We've got to go.
Where are you going?

We got to go. Come on.
Get your shit. We got to go.

That's what happens. I talked
to him 10 minutes ago!

No. He knows where he is.
All right? I'll see you soon.

Babe? You gonna take care of the dogs?
Mmm-hmm.

Did you put the alarm on?

Yes.

(GAGGING)

Hey, honey?
What was Gil screaming

when you were
walking towards the car?

He sounded like he
was repeating something.

I don't know what the fuck
he was saying. He's nuts.

Well, obviously you heard
what he was saying.

He kept repeating it
over and over again.

He was just talking shit.

But what was it?

Huh?

Charlie?

What was he saying?

He was saying "Yul Perrkins."

He was saying "Yul Perrkins"
over and over again

so that you would hear and then
we would be in this fight.

So he won.

We're not fighting. What are you...
Who's Yul Perrkins?

That's my name. That's my real name.
Yul Perrkins.

Perrkins. Yul Perrkins
is my real name.

Why on earth would
we fight about that?

I don't know. I just feel like
this is gonna be a fight.

Like, why wouldn't I have
told you my name before?

Or that comment you
made about my car.

Or the old me.
I just, you know...

I want everything to be exactly
how it's been since we've met.

I don't want to have to go all
the way back into my background

just because
we're going to L.A.

Can you calm down? Come here.
Come here for a second.

Please come sit
on the bed with me.

I think Yul Perrkins
is a very cute name.

I think it sounds like
a Sesame Street character.

Yeah?

So did all the kids on the playground.
It was not very cute.

My dad loves Yul Brynner.
He thinks he's a badass.

But no one in my generation's
ever heard of him.

Can I ask you
one more question?

And you promise
you'll tell the truth?

Yeah.

Did they assign you the name Charlie
Bronson or did you get to pick it?

I picked it.

Was it 'cause you
thought it sounded tough

and you were tired of
having a sissy name?

Yeah.

That is the most adorable thing
I've ever heard. Come here.

And you loved
Charles Bronson movies?

I actually named myself after
that famous English prisoner

who named himself after
the actor Charles Bronson.

And I found him
intriguing, I guess.

That's weird.

To find someone
like that intriguing.

It's weird.

Well, look,
I don't know...

It sounds stupid now that
I'm saying it out loud,

but at the time it seemed...

I didn't know you
then, Annie.

So I obviously picked the wrong name.
And I'm sorry that I...

It's fine. Hey. Hey! You can
call me whatever you want.

You're not on trial here, okay?
This is all just new to me.

Come back here. Come back.

You want to drop it?

Yeah. I would appreciate that.
Okay.

TERRY: 127? Are you kidding me?
(SIRENS WAILING)

Might as well tap me on the
shoulder and say, "Fuck you."

Sir, are you okay?

Have you been
in an accident?

What?

No. I'm a U.S. marshal.

Okay. Sir, your vehicle
appears to be totaled.

And I clocked you at 127
miles per hour back there.

I'm a marshal. And I've got
someone in witness protection

who needs my protection.

I totally understand, sir.

Is there any way you
could stay below 100?

I'm very worried about this car
getting up into triple digits.

I suppose I could try
to keep it in the high 90s.

Thank you. 'Cause just
like it's your job

to be protecting whoever
you may be protecting...

ANGELLA: Um...
What? Hold on a second.

I'll be right back, sir.

ANGELLA: I need
to talk to you.

What?

What?

Okay. I wasn't snooping.
But your phone did vibrate

and so I checked
it out and...

That's your
Pouncer app, right?

Yeah.

Okay. So that dot popped
up like two seconds ago.

So, there's got to be another gay
guy within, what, 100 feet of here?

Yeah.

I mean,
it must be him.

Although I don't think
he's gay. He's like 50.

There's 50-year-old
gay people, Angelia.

We don't grow
out of being gay.

Oh, no. I didn't... That's
not what I meant. I just...

I just think you
should ask him out.

What do you mean...
Oh! Because he's gay

and I'm gay I should
just ask him out?

What are you
talking about?

Are you instantly attracted to
every straight person you meet?

No.

Come on.

I'm actually
gonna let you go.

But I do need to see your phone
for a second please, sir.

Why?

A small request after
you were driving that fast.

Can I see your
phone please, sir?

Thank you very much.

Yeah. There we go.
That's what I thought.

Uh... Hi.

What are you doing?

I'm programming my name
and number in here.

Just in case you
ever need "backup."

What are you...

Pouncer.
Oh.

I didn't know what...

Oh, you had no idea
what it was?

It's okay. Don't be embarrassed.
I'm a fan of Pouncer.

I Pounce.
You Pounce too, I guess.

So, you should be
very flattered,

'cause I'm an eight
and you're a five, so...

You have a safe night.

Right.

Okay. Do you need to call me back
after you've collected yourself?

No, no, no. I'm good.

So I stopped off at
San Andreas and Jackson.

They were nowhere
to be found.

I don't think they could
have got as far as Planada.

So my guess is Mariposa.

We'll take a peek in Planada
on our way up to Mariposa.

Oh, great! Great.
Now, about the girl, Annie,

who's my girlfriend
and a victim in all this.

Uh, I want assurances...
(PHONE BEEPING)

Hello?

Did that drop
or did he just...

Hey, buddy, look.
They have shower caps.

Oh, yeah'?
Your favorite.

Yep.

I'm gonna go get some
coffee for us, okay?

Okay.

I'll be ready to go in 10.

Have a good shower.

Thank you.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Come on!

Are you...
(LAUGHING NERVOUSLY)

Fuck!

Fuck!

(GASPS)

That fucking hillbilly from the gas
station stole my engine last night!

What?

From the Lincoln! I just
went out there to start it.

There's no engine inside.

How do you steal an engine?

Grind the motor mounts out and
pull it out with a cherry picker.

It probably took
him 20 minutes.

Fuck!

Is there anything I can do?

No. Just finish your shower.

I'm gonna go to the lobby

and see if they know
someone with a tow truck.

Okay.
That was a $12,000 engine.

Sorry your engine
was stolen, sweetie!

Where is she?

(MUFFLED) What the
fuck are you doing?

Where is she, man?

You just fucking
broke my nose!

I don't care! I swear to God
if you already killed her...

I'm not a fucking killer, man!
What's wrong with you?

You were involved in a homicide!
I am not leaving without her.

Get that fucking
club out of my face!

Don't talk to me like that!

Listen, man! She is fine!
Do you want to see her?

Yes!

Lower that shit and
I'll show her to you!

All right! Open the door!

What the fuck
are you thinking, man?

Hitting me in the nose
with a golf club?

I didn't think it
would hurt that bad!

Jesus Christ!

Just open the door, man!

I've been through some shit. I've
never seen a bitch move like that.

Well, if you wouldn't
be such an asshole!

You know what pisses me off the most about
you hitting me with this fucking...

No! I don't really
give a shit either.

It's that you made me
break my promise to Annie.

That was a shitty
thing to do, Gil!

That was really
fucking selfish of you.

Fucking selfish prick.

Oh, fuck! Fuck...

(CAMERA CLICKING)

Honey!
(SCREAMS)

I'm sorry!
Sorry, sorry, sorry! Honey?

We have got to go right now.

I will tell you
about it in the car, okay?

What car? I thought
you said the car was...

Baby, this is life or death. I need you
to get out of the shower this second.

Okay? Let's go.
Okay.

I don't understand. What happened to your face?
Why are you bleeding?

Baby, will you please just
get dressed and pack, okay?

Yes. The people I testified
against are in the lobby.

We got to get out
of here right now.

Should I call the police?

There's no time for that.

Why are you bleeding?
Did they hit you?

Baby, just faster, okay?

I'm going
as fast as I can!

They are right out there.
Okay, go baby! Go, go, go!

Okay, I'm going!
I'm going!

ALEX: Okay.

I'll grab Yul.
You got the girl?

Yeah, I've got her.

You want me to take the gun since
you're focused on the door'?

I think I can manage both.

Okay. All right.

All right.
We're gonna go on three.

One.

You all right?

Yep. Here we go.

One. Two.

Three.

Where the fuck is Yul?

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey! What are you
looking at, bro?

NEVE: Is Yul here?
Fuck!

Come on! They're seniors. It's
the wrong room. Come on. Go!

Fucking embarrassing, man!
I know.

That shit was disgusting!

You got everything you need?
Yes.

We're good. We're good,
we're good, we're good.

Damn it!

Can you grab that?
Yeah, honey...

Okay. Your purse.

Go, go, go, go,
go, go, go, go!

What is that?

(CAR BEEPING)
It's a remote keyless entry.

For which car?

It's kind of
a universal one.

Where did you get that?

I just made it. Mama, will you
just throw your stuff in the car?

Let's go. Go, go,
go, go, go. Faster!

Wait a second. I'm not just going
to get into someone else's car.

Sweetie,
it's not the time!

(ENGINE STARTS)
Hey!

Hurry up! Let's go!

(ENGINE STARTS)

Did you just
steal this car?

Yes, I did. But only because
I absolutely had to.

How did you steal it?

If you lose your keyless entry
and go to the dealership

they use the VIN number to get
a new code in their program.

And I got a new code
and I programmed this one.

But how?
How did you get the code?

I have passwords for
the different dealerships.

Why do you have
those passwords?

Charlie?

Look. If we have
this conversation

and I'm completely
honest with you,

I'm afraid you're not gonna
want to be with me anymore.

Okay, well, if we don't have this
conversation, I can't be with you.

I can't be with someone
that I don't trust.

So you're just going
to have to risk it.

(SNORTING)

(YAWNING)

(ENGINE STARTING)

Asshole!

CHARLES: You know I witnessed a bank
robbery that went really wrong.

ANNIE: Yeah.

What I left out is that
I was kind of involved.

Not in the violence part, but
in the getaway driving part.

I'm sorry I didn't
say that to you,

but when I got into
witness protection

I looked at it
as a new beginning.

And I knew I wasn't going
to be that guy anymore...

You're a bank robber?

Charlie?

No. I didn't actually
rob any of the banks.

Alex and Allen
did the robbing

and I did the driving them to
and from the bank robbing.

Banks? Plural?

How many times did
you do that, Charlie?

I don't know. A few.

You don't know?

Maybe 12 or 13.

"Maybe"? Maybe a dozen?

Maybe a baker's dozen?
You're not sure?

No. It was 13.

You're sure
that is was 13?

Yes, it was absolutely 13. This is
why I didn't tell you about this.

Because I knew you were
going to react this way.

Who wouldn't react this way,
Charlie? A sociopath?

Look, I have a terrible past.
I'm sorry about that.

But it has
nothing to do with us.

How'd you do it?
How'd you get off, Charlie?

You testified against your
friends to save your own ass?

They were gonna charge Neve
with accessory to murder

because she cased the job.

So either I turned on Alex and
Allen, who did the shooting,

or Neve went to prison
for the rest of her life.

Who is Neve?

The black girl
in the station wagon.

Why aren't they
in prison, Charlie?

They implied I wasn't a credible
witness because I was...

You know,
engaged to Neve.

You were engaged to a woman
who plans bank robberies'?

Who are you?

Listen. Sweetie. Please?

Don't.

Pull the car over. I think
I'm going to throw up.

I can't pull over right now, or
Alex is gonna shoot both of us.

Then fucking lose them, Charlie!
So you can let me out!

Hey, buddy!
It's me from last night!

Yeah! The minivan!
I could really use your help

I'm at some
abandoned airfield.

(VOMITING)

(GUNFIRE)
(SHRIEKS)

(SCREAMING)

ALLEN: I cannot believe this
is a fucking station wagon!

This shit is so fast!

We might not make this!

ANNIE: Watch out for Gil!

(SCREAMING)

(HORN BLARING)

Fucking shit!
Ah!

Fuck!

Fuck!
(PHONE RINGING)

DEBBY: Ah, damn it!
Pick up already.

ANNIE: Debby.
It's not a good time.

Oh! Am I fucking up
your massage?

'Cause you're
fucking up mine!

What is it?

I got a call from UC. Sandy's
got some emergency tomorrow.

So you have to be
there by 4:00 p.m. today.

That might be impossible.

Are you kidding me? I could leave
Milton now and be there by 4:00.

Deb, I don't think
you understand!

Annie, I am in the middle of something.
Just get there!

(GROANS)

Don't be a pussy.

ANNIE: Please pull over and
find a place to let me out.

Annie? I want to talk
about this. Okay?

Just let me drive you to L.A. and
we can talk it out on the way.

You are engaged!
You're a criminal!

If you don't pull over, I'm jumping out.
And I'm not kidding!

Okay, okay, okay. okay!

Hold on a second, okay?

Annie! Hey!
Where are you going?

You're going to walk aimlessly
through an orange grove?

I did not lie to you!

Omitting is lying, Charlie!

What if I had sex with a co-worker
and I didn't tell you that?

You wouldn't
think that was a lie?

No! That would be a lie!

Because we're in
a relationship

and we owe each other
those kind of details.

Look, whatever you're mad about
happened before we ever met, okay?

Look! I have not violated
your trust once since we met.

Except for completely
lying about who you are.

Look, you may have had three-ways
with dudes or smoked cocaine!

I don't know!

But if you had, just because you
didn't disclose that to me,

doesn't mean
you're a liar!

I don't care what
you did before we met.

All I care about
is who you are now!

Really?
So if I was a pedophile,

if I had raped children,
you wouldn't care about that?

If I had been a member of
the Ku Klux Klan? No biggie?

That wouldn't bother you?

You wouldn't feel like a complete idiot
for having fallen in love with me?

(PANTING)

Buddy, I...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I was ashamed.
And I was embarrassed.

And I thought we would just live in
Milton for the rest of our lives

and be happy
and have babies.

And I would be Charlie.
And that would be that.

What if I did tell you?
Be honest.

Would you have
fallen in love with me?

I don't know!

And I'm never gonna know,

because you took that
decision away from me.

But yes, Charlie! I find it
very difficult to believe

that someone who
justified robbing 13 banks

would ever not be
that type of person.

It's not exactly the high
profile background you look for

when you're choosing
someone to have a baby with.

You know, if I was an ex-drug
addict or an ex-alcoholic,

I guarantee you would be
able to look past that.

That's not the point.

The bottom line is
in any relationship

you can either wallow
in the person's past,

or you can look at the person
that's right in front of you

and choose to move forward.
But you can't do both.

I agree.

Then move forward with me.

But the person in
front of me lied to me.

Whether you want to call
it that or not, Charlie.

I need to get to L.A.

And I'm gonna do
that without you.

How?

(SIGHS)

Hey'-

Are you okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.
Can you, um...

Can you drive me the rest
of the way to L.A., please?

Of course.

Or would you rather go back to
our house and digest all this?

No, Gil. I just
want to get to L.A.

I can do that.

Why don't you hop in and I'll
gather all your belongings?

Okay.

Hey, asshole. Do not even think
about tailing us. I'm serious.

Or what? You're gonna
stab me with that knife?

I could, if you charged me.

Yeah? Okay.
I'm terrified.

Yeah, well,
you're the aggressor.

Listen. I still think
you're a fucking turd.

But I'm sorry
that I clocked you

and I appreciate you
taking Annie to L.A.

You're welcome.

Oh, and we know who got the
best of who in that scuffle.

So, if you forgot,

just ask
your previous shirt.

I will.

GIL: You got
your seatbelt on?

TERRY: He's not answering.

Oh, my God!
Uh, Pounce him!

What do you mean
"Pounce him"?

Use your app. Your Pouncer app.
And Pounce him.

Oh, my God!
You're brilliant. Okay.

I see him! He's on here!
Okay, um...

Go straight.

He's right there. He's right there.
He's right there.

Bingo.

Oh, my God.

What the hell happened?

Was he executed?

I don't know.

Randy?

(GROANING)

on! (GROANING)

I hit my head.

(GROANING)

Let's go!

You Okay?

You want to pull over
and have a warm meal, or...

Or would you
rather process?

Okay.

You process.

Gil?

(SHRIEKING)

GIL: You okay?

ANNIE: Yeah. Ah!

Hey!

GIL: Don't even
think about it!

ANNIE: Let me go!
(SCREAMING)

Gil!

Gil! What the fuck?

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

Annie?
ALEX: Yul?

How you doing, buddy?

Where are you right now?
Where's Annie?

We're at
the Stoneside Diner

having some French fries and onion rings.
Why don't you come down?

Don't be a fucking
asshole, Alex.

She has nothing
to do with us.

I'd hurry up if I were you. Neve's
mad-dogging the hell out of her.

Wow.

WOW!

You look really good, Yul.

Yeah.

You used to look older than Alex, but
now you look younger. It's crazy.

He looks good.
Doesn't he, babe?

I don't know.
Who gives a shit?

Really, baby'?

Yeah, well, I would have
asked for your permission,

but you kind of fell
off the map, didn't you?

Well, I don't know
what to tell you, man.

I'm sure you
fucking hate me.

But I don't think I really
had a choice, did I'?

Yeah, I do fucking hate you.
You betrayed me.

Okay? We were best friends
and you testified against me.

You know what? Fuck you.

You fucking betrayed me.
You fucking shot a dude, man!

You put us all in
this shitty mess

where I got to pick between my
fiancée and my best friend!

That's your fucking fault!
So fuck you!

Oh! I'm sorry.
You were inside the bank?

No.
I forgot about that!

You were inside the bank and
you saw the security guard

pointing a fucking
gun at Allen.

Oh, no!
No, you weren't!

You were in the fucking car trying to
change the fucking oldies station!

I'm sure the $6 an hour fucking
retard was gonna shoot Allen.

Are you kidding me?
He would have shot me!

You don't fucking know!
Shut the fuck up, Allen!

You don't get to do that.
What do you want?

You don't get
to do that anymore.

You're not in this fucking circle.
Sorry, Allen.

What do you want?
I want money.

That's it, bro. I don't
want anything else.

You got it. Let's go
to my dad's right now.

Let her out of the car.
Let's go.

No. She's gonna
come with. Let's go.

Stay in the car.
Hold on a second, dude.

You're gonna fucking turn
this into kidnapping?

I'll give you the money.

Let's go right now.
Let's just go.

Hey, no. I'm being serious.
Alex? Please listen to me.

Seriously, dude?

You're gonna risk going to prison
when I'm cooperating? I don't get it.

'Cause you
owe me, motherfucker!

Do you understand?
It's that simple.

I want you to feel the fucking
uncomfortable situation I was in.

You got off!
What are you talking about?

I was in jail
for eight months!

Oh, my God'? Eight months!
Are you fucking crazy?

I've been in Siberia
for four years!

The fucking
arrogance of you, man!

You don't understand
what you're talking about.

I don't understand? What? You fucking
didn't like the gym equipment?

There wasn't enough
time for you to read?

I got butt-fucked.

I got fucked in the
butt because of you.

Yeah.

That's horrible. I did not
realize that happened in jail.

I thought that
was a prison thing.

Yeah, well...

I guess it's not
exclusive to prisons.

Well, I mean, you've never
been, like, a homophobe.

It seems like something
you probably worked through.

You're a strong dude.

I don't think homophobia
has anything to do with it.

The guy was disgusting.

If I was gay I would still
want to come after you.

I'm really sorry.

I'm really, really sorry.

Was it a black guy?

No, it wasn't a black guy.

That's a pretty fucking
racist thing to say.

Why would you assume
it's a black guy?

You think that's racist?
Yeah.

I think that's
the opposite of racist.

I don't think it would make a black
guy gay to fuck a white dude

because we're such
pussies compared to them.

What the fuck are you even
talking about right now?

I'm saying if I was a black dude I
wouldn't feel the least bit gay

about fucking a white guy.

I would think a white guy is
just like masculine chicks.

Like, Ellen.
She's masculine,

but I would totally fuck
her if I were single.

I wasn't fucked
by a black guy.

Okay?

Can we just go?
Okay.

Was it a Mexican guy?

No.

Oh, man.

Was it one of those white guys?
Those fucking Nazis?

Because if so, man.
lam so fucking sorry.

No! It was not
a fucking white guy, either.

Charlie? it doesn't matter
who violated him. Okay'?

It could have been
any number of people.

It doesn't matter
their race, okay?

It could have been Latino.
it could have been Tongan.

It could have been a Persian...
It was Filipino!

I was butt-fucked by
a Filipino dude, okay?

Does that fucking
solve your dilemma

of what part of the world
my ass traveled to?

CHARLES: Well...

I mean, I don't think...
That's not so bad.

I mean, just like all black
dudes think of us as women,

I think of all Asians as women, you know?
Even the men.

I feel like you basically
hooked up with an Asian lady.

Charlie, just... No, I didn't hook
up with anybody, bro. I was raped.

Okay, listen, I don't...

Fucking hooked up?

I'm just trying to help.

I feel partly responsible for
this and I'm really sorry.

Well that's
a weird angle, bro.

ANGELLA: Fucking
back up, Randy!

Gil, what the fuck
are you doing out here?

They have Annie.
Alex Dmitri took her.

Get in the van.
Ride with him.

RANDY: Let's go!

RANDY: Hey...

Hey, you remember my dad lives at
1805 Burns in Spicewood, right?

I don't remember a place

I've been to 200 times, no.

1805 Spicewood
in Burns, California.

Write that down.
Write that down.

(DOORBELL CHIMES)

Look at this guy. Ringing the
doorbell to his own house.

What's wrong?

I have not talked to my dad
since I got arrested, so...

Yeah, but that's
not your fault.

He knows you can't
contact your family.

No. You can.

Charlie, you told me that you
couldn't contact your family.

I did not tell you that.
You might have assumed that.

But I never said that.
Okay, fine. Forget it.

Why haven't you
talked to your dad?

I don't know, uh...

Shame'? Fucking
demoralizing shame?

(ALEX LAUGHING)

That's been
four years coming.

And you deserve
more than just that.

I know.

Yeah, I don't know what
pisses me off the most, Yul.

The fact that you got
involved in all that shit,

or that you ran off like a
coward when everything blew up.

I didn't raise
that person.

That's not my son.

And you used the Lincoln.

Our project car.

Makes me sick!

Yeah. Me too.

Now, why are you
all together again?

Not by choice.

I buried something in
the pasture that Alex wants.

Hey, Mr. Perrkins. How are you?
Good to see you.

Mr. Perrkins.

Now, who's this one?

This is Annie. She is my,
or was, my girlfriend.

Prior to all
this being revealed.

Hi. Nice to meet you, sir.

Clint Perrkins.

Good. Good. Good. This feels right.
This feels right.

Want to go to the pasture?

Good to see you.

You know I'm going to shoot
you in the back of the head

if you don't find this money?
You know that?

What are you going to
do with this money, Alex?

They know the serial numbers
on half these bills.

I don't think they're gonna be
caring about serial numbers

in Iraq, bro.

Get the fuck out of here.

You're going to buy dinar?

How the fuck do
you know about dinar?

If you buy $100,000
worth of dinar

and it goes to the value of the
Kuwait dollar, you're looking at

$300,000,000.
$300,000,000.

Heaven forbid either of you
ever worked for something.

Hey, Clint? Why don't you think
of this gun as a microphone'?

When it's not in your hand
you shut the fuck up. Okay?

It's none of my business,
but just so you know,

the Charlie that...

Yul, that I've known
for the past year

I think is the one that
you were trying to raise.

He's actually
a pretty good boy.

Yeah.

Hey, give me that shovel!

Boy, you look like
a monkey fucking a football.

Oh, I got it, Pops. Thanks.

Allen. Let him do it.

That is bullshit, though.

Hey, uh...

I'm sorry
I disappeared like that.

I couldn't handle letting you
down on top of everything else.

It was just too much for me.
And it was

cowardly.
And I'm sorry.

I'm racing Class 1 now.

Get out of here.
Class 1?

Yep. I bought a Tatum,
700 horse.

You should drive it.

Motherfucker will go over
or through anything.

It's a...

Good luck with the dinar.

Oh, man.

It's gonna be huge, Yul.

And you could
have shared on it

if you weren't such a shitty
motherfucking friend.

All right. Let's go.

Don't touch me!
What, bitch?

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

(GUNSHOT)

You want to see me act like
a fucking degenerate, bitch?

Get off her! Alex, man, you've
got the fucking money! Just go!

Annie's coming with us.

When the deal is made
and the cops aren't called

then she can do whatever
the fuck she wants.

No one's calling the cops.
Just please, take the money.

I'm not fucking
asking you a question.

(GROANS)

(ANNIE COUGHING)

(GROANING)

Go! Go, baby, get him!

Hey!
(GUNSHOT)

Hey!

Hey!

(GUNSHOT)

Hey!

Yul!

ANNIE: In here?
Is this it?

No, no!
That's not a Tatum!

What a bone grow.

Come on! Let's go!

ALEX: You open that door!

Seatbelts! Seatbelts!

Turn it on!

Uh, okay.

Jesus! Look at
all this shit!

(GUNSHOTS)
(SCREAMING)

Start this
ridiculous vehicle!

Okay! I'm trying!
I'm trying!

You're gonna
catch a fucking stray!

Power! I've got power!

ALEX: Come on, motherfucker!

(ENGINE GRINDING)

(ENGINE ROARING)

Go!

What the fuck
just happened?

What are you doing?

I can't leave my
dad in that field.

Looks like he's
got it under control!

Yeah.

Come on, motherfucker!

RANDY: Give me your gun!

(N EVE SCREAMING)

Get out of the car!
Lady! Grab some dirt!

Get your fucking hands up!

I got him!
I shot him! He's shot!

He's shot. He's shot!
He's shot, look!

I don't think they're
following us anymore!

I can't see a goddamn thing.
Are you sure?

Yes.

Okay, you know what?
It's 2:30.

So I think we're just
gonna have to chance it.

What do you mean?

Well, I mean, we've got to get on
the freeway to get to UC from here.

And this thing isn't
exactly highway legal.

So I think we should...

I can call a cab.

But you don't have
time to call a cab.

Then I'll be late.
Or I won't make it.

But I don't want you
getting arrested over this.

I don't care if
I get arrested, okay?

I promised you that I was gonna
get you to this interview,

and I'm gonna do that.

I don't have a job.

I don't have any friends.

You don't love me anymore.

So my word is really
all I've got going for me.

I don't not love you.

I'm just terrified
that I don't know you.

I mean, between your fake name
and those were your friends?

Annie, Annie,
Annie, Annie.

You know me.

You do.

You know me
more than anyone.

And I'm gonna be
the exact same person

you met and fell in love with
for the rest of my life.

Do you think you can be
the exact same person

except not say "fag"
when you really mean "lame"?

Yes.

And not buy into
get-rich-quick schemes

that profit from
war-torn countries?

Okay.

I'll even throw in
stereotyping.

Okay.

Let's go.

KEITH: I'm gonna go ahead and call
horseshit on the 60 yards, Anderson.

RANDY: Horseshit, my ass.
KEITH: Yeah, horseshit.

TERRY: That shot was in excess
of 60 yards, sir. Okay.

And you thought you could
use Big Red's revolver

instead of your own Sig?
This whole thing stinks.

I was out of ammunition
from a previous exchange.

Yeah, okay.

I noticed that you
modified your vehicle too.

It's not really
an overhaul.

A little bit more of an underhaul, wasn't it?
Did you see that? Good God.

RANDY: It was an extreme pursuit
where I was temporarily airborne.

KEITH: You want to lay down?
Take a quick sit?

You've clearly got
professional health problems.

My chest hurts
just looking at you.

You've got total
disregard for equipment.

But somehow...
Somehow

you managed to take down
Dmitri without any help.

And that, my friend, that's impressive.
Is it not?

Very.

Well, I did receive some vital
backup from Officer Rathbinn.

Thank you.

That's you, ginge?

Yeah.
Good God.

I'm Terry.

Hey. Pat Rickman. Great job.
Thank you.

KEITH: You know, you're probably
gonna get out of witness protection

for this, big guy? Huh?
Maybe even air marshal.

You like that?
You like the sound of that?

Riding up front, first
class, gun at the ready?

From your mouth
to Grant's ears.

I'm gonna whisper
it right in there.

I'm gonna
see him this afternoon.

I'll make sure he
knows everything.

Yeah, we are.

Hey. We'll even
throw your name in there.

Really?

Are you interested in
being a U.S. marshal?

100%. I'm in.

Well, good.

Are you going to borrow
a condom or can we go?

We can go.
Okay.

Nice going.

Mike's gonna be back give you
guys a ride a little bit later.

I'm proud of you!
Well done!

STUDENT: Way to
go green, asshole.

It's bio-diesel, friend.

Okay. You set?

That was pretty
amazing. Right?

Will you acknowledge
how cool that was?

Yeah. It was cool.

Are you all right? Are you ready?
No.

I'm not. I don't have
my teaching certificate.

Okay.
I don't have my resume.

I am covered in mud.
I look like a transient.

Put your head back.
Close your eyes.

Okay?

Take a few deep breaths.

This is the only moment
you need to worry about.

You're not late
for anything. We made it.

You're not missing anything.

You're exactly where
you are supposed to be.

And you're exactly who
you are supposed to be.

And you are
absolutely perfect.

And if you're up for it

I will spend every moment with
you for the rest of your life.

I'm up for it.

On, buddy.

Okay, buddy. I've got
to go now because

there's a job in there
that they want to give me.

Go get it.

Good luck.

How do I look?

Amazing.

(WHISTLING)
You look great. Nice buns!

Shut up.

RANDY: Deep breath.

No matter what happens today
you are an amazing person.

The test does not have the power
to define you or validate you.

What the fuck? Why do you
still have your Pouncer app?

Why are you going
through my fucking phone?

I'm not!

You are! You're snooping because
you have major trust issues.

Yes, I've got
a lot of issues.

Okay? No shit.
And this doesn't help.

I just didn't erase it, okay?
Not a big deal.

You promise?
Yes, I promise.

Okay, you're going
to be great today.

You're going to be a great marshal.
I know. Let's go.

(COUGHING)

No, thank you! Um...

I'm with somebody!

ANNIE: Excuse me?

On the phone!

What?

Come back later, please! Office
hours don't start until next week!

I'm sorry. I can't
hear you through the door!

Having trouble hearing you.
Hi! I'm Annie Bean.

Sandy Osterman.

Please? Come in.

(COUGHING)

(COUGHING)

I'm sorry.

I have a medical condition.

Are you okay?

Did you sleep in an outhouse
before you came here?

No, (STUTTERS) I apologize. I
know I look unprofessional,

and I shouldn't have
been covered in dirt.

I'm sorry. It's my fault.

I was deflecting because I was
embarrassed about the smoke...

I...

My vaporizer was broke. It's not important.
Please, just come over and sit down.

My sister Debby told me
how wonderful you were.

Wait.
You're Debby's brother?

Yeah.

That's funny. She kept referring
to you as she and her.

She has thought that was
funny since we were nine.

That would make me
feel really marginalized.

That's exactly how it felt.

I like you.

I think you
should work here.

(SHRIEKS)
I would love to! Yes!

I mean, definitely.