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-Come on, Buddy!
Let the girl go!

-You got nowhere to go.
Come on.

-This all of it?

-Yep.
It didn't come.

-It smells good.
-I hope it's not burned.

-This tastes like shit, mom.
-Really, joel?

-Nice hair, by the way.

-You like it?

-Not really.
-I like it.

-Thank you.

-Oh, yeah.

That looks nice.

That looks nice.

-All right. I got to go.

I'll see you guys later.
Come on.

-Remember tomorrow.

-I already told you.

We got band practice.

He just sat down.

You think they're doing it?

-Dad!

-I'm sorry.

You didn't come from a stork.

-Carol called.

-Yeah?

-Mm-Hmm.

Did you send her the check?

-Not yet.

-Well, she's just
gonna keep calling.

-I know.

Don't worry about carol.
I'll send the check, okay?

-Okay.

-I will take care of her.

-All right.

About sunday, sue and i
have this thing planned.

-I'd like a little bit
more warning.

-Mom would really
like to see you.

-I can't cancel.

-Sorry.

-Great.

Well, guess what.

I guess it's just me and you
and grandma

And her famous pumpkin pie.

-Yummy.
-Mmm! Come on.

You know you love that.

You can show her your snowflake.

In fact, you want to show me
your snowflake?

Snowflake.

Come on. Snowflake!

Come on!
Just show us.

She's been really good
with her snowflake.

Come on.

-Okay, fine.

It's cute!

Come here.

Isn't that cute?

-That was great.

-You're gonna miss snowflake.

This is...

46 times 9.

That's 414.

-Don't try to confuse me.

-Jesus.

-I didn't take anything.

-Then why's my drawer short?

-I don't know.
It's not my problem.

-You're unbelievable.

-You know what?

I can't work for you anymore,
all right?

Can i just have my money?

40 bucks?

Are you serious?

You're an asshole.

-That went well.

-Yeah, well, have sticky
fingers, get underpaid.

-We made a cool $121 today.

-Fall's always slow.

-I don't want you to
come out of pocket or anything,

But i can't work for free, man.

-It's gonna pick up.

Okay?

After the new year,
it will pick up.

-All right.

-Hey.
I'm here for a pick-Up.

-Can i help you?

-Troy?

-Hey, Buddy.

-This is, uh, my brother troy.

Troy, ryan.

-Hey.

-I was actually, um,
on my way out.

-Wow.

-I got your message.

-Which one?

-Oh, that's real funny.

You know things are crazy
at the agency.

-Mm.

Busy's good.

-Busy is good.

You look good.

You look good, Buddy.

How long has it been?

-Seven months.

-I'm proud of you.

- Well, don't be.

Everything's gone to shit.

-Well, this is a piece of shit
business.

What do you expect?

-We all can't work in fashion.

I should have never
quit the band.

-I know.
Are you still playing?

-Not really.

I'm waiting on duncan.

-Well, that'd be good.

-How's billy?

-Billy's good.

Except for his name's bobby.

How are the rugrats?

Joel's a punk.

Molly's still an angel.

-What's up?

-I don't know.

I didn't want to
ask you this, man.

But, uh...

i'm broke and, uh...

-how much you need?

I-I didn't want to go to
the bank 'cause i have a loan

And -- And --
And the mortgage.

And i didn't want to...

-how much do you need?

$12,000.

-$12,000.

-Don't slip.

-I won't.

As soon as i can pay you back,
i will.

-I know you will,
but you don't have to.

-I'm serious.

-I'm serious, too.

Don't you go down that road
again, Buddy.

Do you understand me?

-I won't.

I haven't seen you in a while.

I'm gonna play some pool
tonight.

You want to come with me?

-Nah, i got to work.

-M-Mom's having a dinner
tomorrow.

It'd be nice to see you.

-Oh, is she really, now?

-You should come by,
bring your boyfriend, bobby.

-That would be great,
wouldn't it?

I bring my new boyfriend.

Boy, mom would just love that,
wouldn't she?

-She would like to see you.

-Buddy, do you know
how long it's been

Since she and i have talked?

-Just come by.

Just come.

-Okay.

I'll come by tomorrow night.

-Buddy, you can complain
all you want,

But there's no worse headache

Than trying to teach french
to fourth graders.

-Yeah, well, trust me.
One's enough.

-Yeah, but molly's
such a sweetheart, you know?

I mean, she's not like
those other shithead kids.

-Yeah.

-Is everything all right
with you?

No. Uh...

my cleaners is failing.

I owe that bitch money.

-I told you that was a mistake.

I know.

She's calling eve now.

Is she calling you about money?

-Yep.
-Yeah.

So, are you guys okay?

Are you guys good?

-Sometimes i think we are,

And other times i think
we're just in other countries.

Did she say anything to you?

-The only thing she said to me

Was that you forgot
to notice her new hair.

-Really?

Great.

-You want me to help you
with that?

-No, no.
I got it.

-All right.

-So, is he still with that man?

-I believe so.

- Oh.

I don't get it.

-Well, he's gay, mom.

He likes men.

-Are you sure
that they're coming?

-That's what he said.

-Hmm.

He's always so busy
with whatever it is he does.

-Speaking of busy, i mean,
when are you gonna stop all this

With your sewing, your cooking?

I mean, i'm worried about you.

-Well, i'm fine.

-You still on your medicine?

- Enough with the questions.

What about you?

What's what's-Her-Face's excuse?

-You know her name.

-Trouble.

-Hey!
Troy's here!

-Hey.
How you doing?

Good to see you.
Good to see you.

-Thank you for coming.
-You remember bobby, right?

-Hello.
-Hey, bud.

How are you, man?
Good to see you.

-Hello.
-Hi, bobby.

-Hi, mom.
How are you?

- Hi.

-So, mom,
how's your sewing business?

-Well,
if somebody visited more --

-It's just fine.
Thanks for asking, troy.

-See, what i'm doing here,

You see that i'm expressing

A little bit of concern
for mother.

Do you see that?

-I'm so glad you could
squeeze me in your schedule.

-Well, i'm here.
Aren't i?

-I like seeing you.

-I know you do.

That's why bobby and i
drove three and a half hours

To get here.

-Okay.

-Well,
let's keep this party going.

I'm ready to drink a little bit.
How about you, Buddy?

You want a little?
A little nip?

-Uh, i'm good without.

-I'm just messing with you.

Mmm.

Well, how about the band?

You were mentioning something
the other day

That you were gonna be
back in the band again.

-Uh, i don't know.

I mean, duncan said
his guitarist is in rehab

And, uh, there's a slight chance

That he's gonna be out
for awhile.

And there's a possibility
i could sit in.

-That's good.

Why don't you play for us?

-Mm.

With what?

-With your guitar.

I saw one right over there
when we walked in.

-Yes.

-It's beat up.

-It's fine.
-Come on.

-Come on.
I told bobby how good you are.

-He was really talking about you
the whole way over here.

-Come on.

-Come on.
-Come on.

-All right.
-All right.

All right. Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Man, this thing is, uh...

-hurry up, Buddy, before i drink
the whole bottle of wine.

-Ah.

-God damn, Buddy.

You still got it.

-That was really good, Buddy.

-I got to tell you something.

I'm not the only performer here.

-Oh, really?

-Mm-Hmm.

-Oh, is there somebody else?

-Ooh!

-Somebody has a play coming up!

-Oh, that's so exciting, honey.

-Come on.

-Sing something for us, molly.
-Show grandma.

-You want to show mom
your snowflake?

-Yeah, come on.
Show grandma.

-Show grandma your snowflake.

-Whoo-Hoo!

-That was fantastic!

-That was good.

-That's it?

-Yeah.

- Oh.

-Don't worry, honey.
You were great.

You were great.

Honey, why don't you go inside?

I want to talk to uncle troy,
okay?

Honey.
-What?

-Why don't you go inside?

You know, bobby,
he's kind of, um --

-Immature? Rude?

-Yeah, pretty much.

-Little fucking...little bitch.

-I'm telling you, man.

In the sack,
that boy's ass is so tight.

You stick a quarter up there,
he'll grind it down to a dime.

-I don't want to hear that shit.

Okay?

You have sex with who
you have sex with. That's fine.

But i don't need to know
the inside of their anal track.

I'm worried about mom.

-Mom's mom.

-No, mom's 72,
and she's still working.

-She doesn't take a dime
from me.

-You ever try?

-I have. I've tried.

-Bullshit.

-She doesn't take anything
from me.

-When have you tried?

-You know how she was with dad.

How's that fucker?

Son of a bitch.

-I don't know.

I haven't seen him
in like three years.

-Three years.

Fuck.

I'd give my left testicle

To have had a conversation
with him in three years.

He hasn't talked to me
in nine years.

-I know we don't see each other
that much.

We don't kind of really
get along.

But...it's nice
that you came out.

Mom's happy to see you.

You ain't exactly living
on fucking welfare, you know?

So maybe you could toss her
a few bucks.

-I'll consider it.

-Thanks.

You playing a game
on that thing?

- Nope.

-What are you doing?

-Texting beth.

-Oh.

What's she up to?

-Oh, mommy was helping her.

-Mommy's at beth's?

-Yep.

-How's sue?

-She's good.

-What'd you guys do?

-Just girl stuff.

-That's it?

-Yep, that's it.

-I love you.

-I love you, too.

-Saturday, me and troy
are going to, uh,

Catch up and shoot some pool.

-Oh. That's cool.

-So, if you wanted to have
a girls' night or whatever...

-Yeah. Maybe.

-Dude, why are you smoking
that girly shit?

I mean, i'm supposed to,
you know, like, quit one vice.

-An electric cigarette?

-Yeah.
-Really?

Dude, i need something
with a kick.

Can you imagine listening
to your frickin' daughter

Screeching this fucking music
all day long for this musical

And trying to combat it
with an electric cigarette?

No way.

I need something
with more of a kick.

Electric weed.

That's what i'm talking about.

-That's -- That's not part
of the program.

-Electric cocaine.
Electric cocaine.

-That's definitely
not part of the program.

-Fuck the program!

Wh-- Oh, shit.

Here come your kids.

Yo, later. Bye.
-See you, bro.

Hey!

There's my little beyoncã©.

Hi, beth.

-Hey, mr. Hutchins.

-How are -- How are you?
-Good.

-How was rehearsal?
-Good.

-Hey, don.

-Hey, Buddy.

-What you been up to?

-Oh, you know, man.

Just busy working.

-Oh, you working?

Put in some overtime?

-Yeah. Yeah.

- Uh, what do you mean, man?

See you around.

-Yeah.

So, let's head home, all right?

-Okay.

-When's troy coming down?

-I'm going up there.

-Oh. Really?

-Yep. Mm.

See you tomorrow.

-Tell him i said hi.

-Mm-Hmm. I will.

-I'll see you soon, okay?

-Okay.
-Promise?

-You fucking bitch.
You motherfucker.

You're fucking me wife, huh?

-Buddy.
-Shut up!

-Hey!
-Shut the fuck up!

-Stop it.

-Shut the fuck up.

Fuck -- Fuck...
-Buddy, stop it!

-Fuck you, you hooker.

-I'm out of here.

You know what?
I've had enough.

-Oh, you're out of here?

Yeah,
why don't you fucking go?

-Stop it!
-Why don't you fucking go?

-He threw the first punch.
I mean, he's crazy.

-Yeah.
-Okay.

And what's you're relationship
to him?

-That's my husband.

He's -- He's the father
of my kids.

-Okay.
-He's been drinking.

-And the other guy is...?

-The guy i'm seeing.

-Okay.

-Evelyn.

-Did he touch you?

-You shouldn't get up so fast.

-How could you do this to me?!

How could you do this to me?

-Things haven't been the same.

-Where is that fucking midget?

How long has this been going on?
-Excuse me, mr. Hutchins --

-How long?!
-Buddy, calm down.

-You fucking slut!
-Hey, mr. Hutchins.

-See, i told you.
-Relax, okay?

-You told him what?
What did you tell him?

-Look, m-Maybe it's best
you stay somewhere else

For the night.
-This is my house.

-Okay, but you need to
take some time to cool off.

-I am cool.
-I don't think so.

-Where's my child?

Where's my baby?
-Buddy, stop it.

-We're gonna go.
-Get off me!

-Let's go. You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be used against you

In a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you can't afford one,

One will be appointed to you,
free of charge.

-Come on.
You got to be kidding me.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Shut up.

-You have the right
to remain silent.

-Come on.

Mom?

Mom, what are you doing?

-Evelyn called me.

-Oh, god, ma.

Ma, you don't have any money.

-But i love you.

-Oh, god.

You should have
just let me stay in there.

-I need my fucking dress.
-Lady, calm down.

-This is illegal!

You can't just prevent me
from getting it.

-Lady, listen to me.
Calm down!

-I'll sue. I'll call
the better business bureau.

-Listen --

Come on. Come on.

You'll get your fucking dress.
-Uh-Huh.

Yeah, i better get
my fucking dress.

-Dude, where were you, man?

-Long story.
-Jesus christ!

Open the fucking door.

Let's fucking go.

-Just calm down.
Jesus christ.

-Give me my dress.

-Here. Sorry!

-It's about time.

Jesus christ,
you look like shit.

Rough night.

-I can see.

-I'm fine.

-Look, i'm not even gonna ask
you about all this, man.

But, dude, if you can't pay me,
i can't work here.

What do you expect me to do?

-Okay, after the holidays,
we're gonna pick up.

We'll be right on track, okay?

-Dude, i took another job.

-What?

-Dude, this business
is failing, man.

And, matter of fact, you just
need to cut your loses, man.

-This business is all i have.

-Dude, you owe me $700.

-You're gonna get your money.
I promise.

Yeah.

I'll see you around, dude.

- Come on.

-Buddy, what are you doing here?

-I came to get a few things.

-What do you need?

-What,
you're not gonna let me in?

-You scared me.
-I scared you?

Shut up.
Let me in.

-No, i can't.

-What is wrong with you?

I tried to make us a happy
family for us, for molly.

-You have two children, Buddy.

-Yeah, well, joel hates me.

-Yeah, that's because
you became a fucking monster.

-I became sober.
Now let me in, please.

-I'm gonna bring your stuff
out here.

-Are you fucking kidding me?

-No.

-Okay.

Then i want my guitar
and i want my clothes right now.

-Wait right here.

Don't move.

-Molly, go to your --
-Molly!

Hi, honey.

What a fucking bitch.

-It's from my attorney.

-Oh, no.

No, no, no.

Molly is mine.

You can have joel,
but molly stays with me.

-I'm sorry, Buddy.

-What?
The house?

You want the fuck--

This is my fucking house!

-I guess i'll see you in court.

-Yeah, you better
fucking believe you will.

Oh, no. She didn't.

No, no, no.

-Yo, Buddy.
Where the hell you been?

It's matty d.

I tried your phone.

Get back to me.

No.

No.

No.

Oh, my --

What is wrong with you?!

Fuck!

Ma.

-What's wrong?

-Everything.
-What?

-Sh-She wants everything --
The kids, the house, all of it.

-Well, you know my feelings
about her.

-Mom, please.

-Well, what are you gonna do?

-I'm not gonna let her
take molly. That's for sure.

And this.
Look at this.

She hid this from me
for two weeks.

It makes me sick.

-Well, why don't you call now?

-I called three times already.

I can't --
Mom, it's been two weeks.

-It can't hurt.

It's voicemail.

-Leave a message.

Come on, mom.

Come on.

Hey, dunky.

Hey, it's me, Buddy.

Um, listen.

I'm sorry
i didn't get back to you.

I had a little,
couple crazy weeks.

But, uh, i'd really
like to hear from you

And i'd love to rock out
with you guys again.

So, please, call me back
when you get a chance.

Okay, thanks.

-Well, you never know.

$10,000?

$10,000?!

-Well, i wasn't gonna
let you rot in there.

-How are we gonna pay this?

-Don't worry.

-But we don't have any money!

-Buddy, don't worry.

-Oh, my god.
I'll sell the cleaners.

-Buddy. Buddy!

-It's the only thing
we have left.

-We convene today
to mediate the case

Of the state of california
versus Buddy hutchins.

Evelyn, can you please describe

Your martial status
with mr. Hutchins?

-Well,
Buddy's never been around.

He's not been there
for the kids.

Um, he's also had a --
A drinking problem.

-So, you feel
that you can sustain

Sole responsibility
for both of your children, then?

-Yes. Absolutely.

With my job as a teacher,

I feel like i can support
both of my children.

Um, Buddy's cleaners is failing.

Yes. I'm confident
i can support my children.

-She cheated on me.

The marriage failed
because she was unfaithful.

-Your allegations of infidelity
are unsubstantiated.

Moreover,
they're not the issue here.

-She cheated!

-Mr. Hutchins, please.

For the record, tell the court
about your last marriage.

Was that dissolution
also not your fault?

-Carol's crazy.
She's an alcoholic.

- Yes, well.

I'm sorry, but the court
did not see it your way.

-Well, sometimes courts
can rule poorly.

-Now, speaking of poorly,
how much do you pay ostensibly

This crazy woman alimony
per month?

-$200.

-Uh-Huh.

And for the court's record,

Have you paid last month's
or are you overdue?

-I love my dad.

-Have you ever noticed any
strange, disturbing behavior?

-I...i don't understand.

-I'll rephrase.

Has your dad, in your opinion,
ever...acted odd?

Odd as in strangely abnormal.

-No.

-Joel, tell me about your father
this time last year.

-He's gotten a lot better
since then.

-Please define "better"
for the court.

-Well, every night, he would
come home from work and drink.

-And what would happen
when he was intoxicated?

-He would yell at me,
yell at mom,

Pass out in front of the tv
with a beer

And usually spill it
all over himself.

-Thank you.

-Buddy's the most loving father
in the world.

All he ever talks about
are his kids.

-Mrs. Hutchins, was your husband
not an alcoholic himself?

-He had his problems.

-Uh, would you call your son
an alcoholic, then?

-He hasn't a drink
in almost a year.

-Would you call someone
sent by the court order

To a.A. Twice and convicted
of four d.U.I.S an alcoholic?

-Mr. Styles, this question
calls for subjective opinion.

It's already on record

That mr. Hutchins
has four misdemeanor convictions

For drug and alcohol abuse.

-Let me rephrase broadly, then,
your honor.

When mr. Hutchins was
driving drunk almost a year ago

On may 6th with his wife
and children in the car,

Three times over
the legal limit,

And smashed into
a concrete wall,

Would anyone contest
that he was unfit to care

For a 7-Year-Old child
then or now?

-I hereby award
ms. Evelyn hutchins

Full custody
to the subject minors.

As for financial
responsibilities, mr. Hutchins,

I hereby order you to pay
$300 a month in child support.

Case closed.

-You've got to be
fucking kidding me.

-Oh, my god.
-Are you open, bro?

-What?

-I got to pick up a tux.

Useless.

-Buddy?

-Oh, jesus christ.

-Buddy.

You look like shit.

-Well, it's nice to see you,
too, carol.

-Well, i call and i call.

-Can't you see
that things aren't well?

-Sorry to hear that.

-Sup?

-This your pimp?

-This is ricky.

He's taking care of me now.

-Meaning?

-You know why i'm here.

-I know.

-Well, it's been two months.

-One month, carol.

-Two months today.
You owe me $400, Buddy.

-You'll get your damn money,
all right?

-Watch your mouth, white boy.

-Excuse me?

-Watch your fucking mouth.

-What's his problem?

-He's got a lot of problems.

-Are you fucking retarded?

Do you not see there's
a big red lock on the door?

-Oh, my god.
What's your problem?

You don't need to get all huffy.

I heard about evelyn.

-Yeah. So what?

-Do you have anything for me?

-You want something?

Here, carol.

Here you go.

Take it. Take it.

-This isn't enough.

-I will get you more soon.

-Hold up, hold up, hold up.

You being real disrespectful
right now.

And i'm gonna need you
to pay my girl.

-I need till friday.

-Fine.

-We'll give you till friday.

But i'm gonna see you.

Come on, baby.

-Bye, Buddy.
-I'm gonna see you.

I'm ricky rich, bitch.

-Let's go.

-You got one day.

-I'm sorry about the cleaners.

-Yeah.

-I'll be back
in a couple of hours.

-So, i heard they locked you out
of the cleaners.

-Yeah, that's just temporary.

-Mom's been seeing don.

-Good for her.

-You don't look too good.

-Well, things haven't
really been peachy, now,

Have they, joel?

-Well, that's what you get
for being an alcoholic.

-Joel.

-I'm not an alcoholic.

-Really?

That's why your wife
is fucking your best friend?

-What did you just say to me?

Shut up, joel!
-You shut up!

Look what you did
to this family.

This is all your fault.
-Joel, please.

-You're the worst dad ever.

-Joel,
stop being so mean to dad!

-You ruined this whole family.

And now you want to have dinner
with me?

No. This is bullshit.
Come on. Let's go.

-For what it's worth,
i'm really, really sorry.

-You still coming to my show?

-Yes, i wouldn't miss it
for the world, baby.

I wouldn't.

-Are you ever coming back?
I miss you.

-I miss you, too, sweetie.

I do.
I miss you very much.

-Fuck, man.

-Why did you have to
fucking leave?

Where'd you go?

-Goddamn it.

-It's Buddy again.

What do you want?

-Fuck you, you piece of shit.

Get the fuck out of my house.

-What do you want, Buddy?

-Put molly on the phone.

It's 11:00.

-I want to talk to her!

She's got a big play.

I want to fucking help her
with her lines.

-You're fucking wasted.

-I want to see her.

-If you come over here,
i'm calling the police.

-You fucking cunt!

Fuck.

Evelyn!

Fuck.

Fuck you!
Goddamn it!

Let me in!

-Go away.

-No, i want to talk to you.

Come here.
-Don't touch me.

Don't touch me.
-Ow!

Fucking...

-let go of me!

-I don't want to hurt you!
-Get off her!

-You drunk asshole!

Who hits their own son?

-He hit me first.

-Are you okay?

-Oh, shit.
You called the cops.

-Yeah, i called the cops.

-Oh, fuck. Why?
What are you doing?

-You're crazy!
-How can you do this to me?

-Hutchins,
what the hell are you doing?

-I want to see
my fucking daughter.

-Yeah? Well, you're waking
the neighborhood.

-Yeah, i don't give a shit.

You want to shoot me?
Fucking shoot me.

-Do you want to walk away
from this?

Huh?

You don't want to get arrested
again.

Come on.
I know how you feel.

-You don't know how i feel.

-No.

But i know you won't get
arrested if you walk away now.

Get him out of here.

-Copy that.

Come on.
Let's go, pal.

-Take him someplace to dry out.

-Bye, honey.

-Hello, ma'am.

Is there a Buddy hutchins here?

-Yes. He's my son.
Can i help you?

-We've been trying to get ahold
of him for some time now.

You guys owe us 10 grand,
and we need the money.

-Well, he's not in right now.

-Well, in that case,
here's a warning.

Next time,
i'm gonna come in and take him.

-Yes. Thank you.

-One more thing.

We'll find him.

-Goodbye.

The bondsman was here.

-Did you pay him?

-I don't have any money.
This is serious, Buddy.

-Tell him i'm at space camp.

-Buddy, we're gonna have to pay
these people

Or they will come
and take you away.

-Mm, that's all right.

-It's not all right.

-What do you want me to do?

-Clean yourself up!

Get up!

You're not helping
your situation here.

-I'm broke.

-Your father has some stuff
down in the basement,

Some old jewelry
and other things,

And maybe, maybe it's worth
something.

-Oh, yeah?

- Buddy.

I'm trying!

I don't want you to end up
like your father!

-Come here, mom.

-I don't want you to end up
like him. Please!

-Mom, mom.

-I want you to be okay!

-All right.

Oh, god!

-Don't be scared, all right?

I'm gonna figure it out.

Mom, i'm gonna figure it out,
okay?

I don't want to make you upset.

I'll figure it out.

I'll figure it out, all right?

- Okay.

-I'll figure it out, okay?

Don't cry. I'll figure it out.

-Mr. Hutchins, i'm sorry,

But you can't take out
a second loan.

I want to help you.

I do. I really do. But...

there's nothing more
i can do for you.

Hello?

- Bro.

-Buddy?

-Yeah, bro.

-You're wasted.

-No, i'm not.

-Don't bullshit me.

-I'm not bullshitting you, man.

-All right.

-I'm calling
because i need your help.

-You know something, Buddy?

Things always come up
when you've been drinking.

-No. I know. Okay?

I know. I'm the fuck-Up.

You're the perfect brother,
okay?

Can you just fucking stop
lecturing me, please?

-Damn it, Buddy.
You are so drunk.

-Fucking help me, man.

God, i forgot what
a fucking asshole you are.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

We're brothers!

-Buddy, goddamn it.

-I don't know why
i fucking called you.

-Buddy, listen.

Buddy?

Buddy?

-Hey, bro. I've been looking
all over for you, man.

-I don't have your money.

I'm staying at my mom's.

-No wonder i couldn't find you.

-I got to be honest with you.

-What's up?

What a bitch, bro.

-I seem to attract them all.

-Some friend, huh?

-Yeah, well...

-you should kill him.

I mean,
he fucked you over, right?

Nah, i just --
I just don't understand

Why your brother
won't help you out, man.

I mean, the dude is super paid.

-Let me tell you something
about human beings.

99.9% of all of them
are pieces of shit.

-Tell me about it.

-Listen.
I'm sorry about your money.

I'm gonna get things right.
I'm gonna pay you back.

-I know you're good for it, man.
Honestly.

I know you're good for it.

I'm just upset

The way that everything
kind of went down, you know?

But listen.

I got your back, Buddy.

-Well, thank you.

-That's what friends are for.

Whatever you need.

Appreciate that.

-Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Hey. Well?

-She had a heart attack.

-And?

-Well, we need to run
a few more tests

To see if there's any blockage.

-Well, how long will that take?

-To be honest,
we're pretty backed up here.

It might not be
for a couple of days.

-A couple of days?!

-And i should...also tell you,
if there is any blockage,

We're not equipped here

To perform the surgery
she would need.

St. Mary's would be
a better place.

-Well, can you take her there?

-She doesn't have any insurance.

-So? Can you do anything?

-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, mom.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Mom?

Hello?

-Yeah, billy. It's Buddy.

I need to speak to troy.

-My name is bobby.

-Get me troy, please.

-Troy is asleep right now,
Buddy. What can i do for you?

-It's important.

-Hold on.

Hey.
-Hmm?

-It's your brother.

-What?

-It's your brother.

- Oh, my god.

Yeah?

-Troy, mom's sick.

She's in the hospital.

-What happened?

-She had a heart attack.

-Really?

-Yeah.

They're gonna run
a bunch of tests on her

And see what happens,
but they can't do it here.

They got to take her
to st. Mary's.

-Okay.

-She doesn't have any insurance.

Well, let's just run the tests
in the morning,

See what happens.

-She needs to go
to st. Mary's now.

-I don't think so.

I think she's tough.

I think she'll make it.
She'll be fine. All right?

-Come on. Come on, man.
Come on, man.

Come on, man.

-What? It's the middle
of the night, Buddy.

-Don't do this.

-Don't do what?

-Don't take out your anger
towards her

Because she doesn't approve
of your lifestyle.

-Buddy, this has nothing to do
with that, all right?

-That's bullshit. Come on.

- I got to get up early
tomorrow, all right?

Good night. Bye.

-Troy --

Fuck.

-Excuse me.
-Yeah?

-Are you with mrs. Hutchins?

-I am.

-This is for you.

-What is this?

-It's the bill.

-For what?

Oh, jesus christ.

-Her condition is worsening.

Uh, she needs to rest right now.
-I need to see her.

-This is not...right now.
-Move!

-Sir, this is not -- Security!

-Mom. Mom. Mom, wake up.

Mom, where's dad?

Did dad kill his brother?

Did he kill his brother?

-I didn't think
you'd ever see that.

-Mom.

Did he do it?

He had his dark side.

-No, mom.

-Mom. Mom, you okay?

-I'm not well.

-Mom.

Mom!
-I'm sorry.

-Mom!

I need you tell me where he is.

-Buddy!
-Mom, tell me, please.

I need to know.

-Should --
-Mom, tell me.

-Not like this.

-Mom, tell me please!
I need to know.

-He's on his brother's...

-what?

Mom.

Mom!

Help!

Mom!

Dad.

-Who's that?

Who's that?

-It's me.

-Shit.

How did you find me?

-Mom told me.

Right before she died.

-Are you alone?

-Yes.

Nice place.

Look at you.

You're like
a crazy old piece of shit.

-What'd you come here for, bud?

-You left me.

-Yeah.

I'm sorry about that.

-Yeah?

You don't give a shit.

I know.

Guess what else.

I found a little bit
of information

I think you might find
interesting.

-Oh, yeah?

What would that be, Buddy?
What would that be?

-Tell me something.

How'd your brother die?

-Where you going with this, bud?

Where's this taking us?

-The truth.

Did you kill him?

-I think --

I think it's time you left, bud.

Right now.

Right now.

-What are you gonna do?

You gonna shoot me?

Did you kill him?

-I had to.

-You son of a bitch!

Shit!

Shit.

Oh, christ.

Oh, fuck.

Holy shit.

She was a whore.

-What?

-She was whore.

And i'm not your father.

-What?

-That's what i was trying
to tell you.

Sh-She was, she was just a slut.

-So, you killed him?

-My brother,
my brother was your father.

When i found out...

i killed him.

I'm sorry.

I just ran.

And here i am.

-I'm so sorry.

-I'll tell you one thing.

If...if i --

If i had the chance
all over...

if i could do it all over,

I'd do it all again.

I wouldn't change.

I wouldn't change a damn thing.

Not one...not one fucking...

-fucking bitch
thinks i won't go.

-Hmm?

Oh.

-I'll fucking go.

-I don't have a wallet.
I don't have any money.

Fuck.

-What's up, white boy?

-Oh, you again?

Carol couldn't come herself?

-Don't worry about her.

She okay.

-This isn't a good time.

-Just pay up and i'll leave.

-I don't have any fucking money.

-Show me, motherfucker.

-Jesus christ.

-You ain't got no money, huh?

-Tell carol she'll get
her fucking money!

-You're not dealing with carol.

You're dealing with me
right now. Ricky rich, bitch.

Suck a rich nigger's dick.

There's some money
in this bitch.

You could have got $50
for this, man.

But now it's too late.

Let me see that watch
right there.

Fucking watch.
-It's not worth anything.

-Let me see the fucking watch.

-It's not --
It's not worth anything!

-I didn't ask you.
Give me the fucking watch!

-I have to go
to my daughter's play.

-I don't give a fuck
about the play.

I'm not fucking playing
with you.

This is not no fucking game, yo.

You could have got have got
a few bucks

For this shit right here, man.

Fuck is wrong with you, man?

What's this?

-Don't touch that.

-You play? You play, huh?
-Don't touch it.

-This is a nice-Looking guitar,
huh?

I play, too.

You want to hear something, huh?

-No, man. Just please don't.

-You play.
You want to hear some shit?

You want to hear something?
Hmm?

Fuck you, boy.

You shouldn't have done that.

I don't have any fucking money!

Fuck!

What did you do?!

-Shut the fuck up!

Fucking dumb...

fuck up!

Shit.

Shit!

-Hey.

-Is, uh...is everything
all right?

-Yeah, just, uh,
doing some gardening.

-In a suit?

-Yeah, that place
really needs it.

There's a lot of weeds.

-You mind if we go inside
for a sec?

-Uh, actually, i'm
on my way out, if that's okay.

Is there a problem?

-I'm sorry about the cleaners.

I'm sorry about your mom.

She was a nice lady.

How you doing in regards to your
other, uh, domestic situation?

-Coping.

-Buddy!

-Is someone in there?
-Uh, no.

I, uh...huh? No.

-All right.

- Don't.

-Shut up!

-Okay, whatever's going on,

You do not want to shoot a cop.

-Fuck.

Why does this keep happening?

-Don't.

Don't!

D-Don't!

-Shit.

-You want to fucking act
like a pig?

I'm gonna treat you
like a fucking pig. Hmm?

-I'll give you
your fucking money.

-Daddy!

-Buddy, what are you doing here?

-What? You think i'd miss
my little babies play? No.

-You're hurting her.
-Shut up!

I would never hurt her.

I would never hurt you.

You know that, honey?
-I know, daddy.

-Jesus, Buddy.
Have you been drinking?

-You know what?
I'm gonna check on the car.

-Just go, don.

-Yeah. Just go, don.

Just go, don.

Shoo, don.

Thanks for
looking after my wife, don.

-Yeah. You know what, man?

You're a mess.
-You're a...

-call me when you reach 5'10".

-You're unbelievable, Buddy.

-And you're a cum dumpster
full of semen.

What are you looking at?

-Guys, easy.

-All right, come on.
Go to the car, okay?

-No!

Come here, honey. Come here.

Daddy loves you.

Daddy's gonna see you soon,
okay?

Mm.

-Bye, daddy.

-Bye.

-I'm sorry about bertha.

-You never liked her.

-I'm not getting into this
with you right now.

-What happened to us?

-I'm not talking to you
about this right now.

-I fucking hate you!

I hope you get well.

I really do.

-You did this to me!

You ruined my fucking life!

Cunt bag!

-Come on, man.
There's kids around here.

-Fuck you, bart.

-Shit.

-Hey, Buddy.

-Detective.

-What happened to you?

-I was, uh...i was gardening.

-In a suit?
-Yeah.

-How much you have to drink
tonight?

-A couple.

-Limmy stop by earlier?

-No. I didn't see him.

-Is that it?

-One more thing.

I understand
you want to see your kid,

But don't go down there
screaming your head off, okay?

-You got it. Won't happen again.

-Help!

-You hear that?

-No. I don't -- I don't...

i don't hear nothing.

-I'll see you real soon.

- Buddy,
please don't do this.

I love you, baby.

I'm so sorry.

Please.

Remember...remember all
the good times we had together.

-Shut the fuck up!
-Unh!

-You picked the wrong day
to pay me a little visit.

Hmm.

-I'm so sorry! Please!

-I just found out that

The man who i thought was
my real father was my uncle.

And my uncle killed the man
who was my real dad.

They were both fucking my mom,

Who just died,

Who i loved very much.

My son won't talk to me.

My wife is banging
a substitute french teacher.

I just killed
your black boyfriend.

And on top of all that,

My dry cleaning business
has gone in the shitter.

Now, do you think i want to hear
anything...from you?

Shit.

Hello?
-They just called me.

-Oh, yeah?

-I can't believe it happened.

-What did you think
was gonna happen?

-Goddamn it, Buddy.

I didn't think it would happen
this quick.

-Yeah?

Well, you could have saved her.

-Buddy, don't start on me.

-Man, you could have --
You could have saved her.

-Buddy!

-I told you she shouldn't have
been in there, man.

I told you she should have been
in st. Mary's.

What the fuck?!

-I know you told me that,
but goddamn it, Buddy.

She was old.
-And you let her die.

-Buddy, my mother just died.

I don't need to hear it
from you.

-Oh, my god!

-Don't give me that shit!

-Fucking everybody's
fucking nuts.

-Go make yourself a drink

And stir it with your flaccid,
little, effectual whiskey dick.

Fuck you!

You know what?

Time to make myself a drink.

-Hope you got ice, bro.

-Yeah, i did want to order
the chicken because

It's, like, low carbs, right?
-Yeah, well --

-That's why i told him,
"get the scampi." Yeah.

So, anyway, so, i'm gonna order
the chicken, right?

So i don't say scampi
with a gay "s," right?

Scampi.

You know what i'm saying?
So gay.

- That's funny.

Hey, hold on.
What's going on out there?

Can you see what it is?

-I'm here for my drink.

-I see you got a chainsaw.

Did you come here
to cut my trees?

-I prefer riesling.
-I'm calling the police.

God!

Oh, my god! My arm!

You sick fuck!

-Buddy, are you fucking insane?!

-No.

- You're crazy!
-I'm just angry!

That's for talking shit
to molly.

I found pops.

-What?

-I killed him, too.

-What are you talking about?

-Pops...killed...my dad.

Uncle fucking marshall
was my real dad.

-What in the hell
are you talking about?

-I'm a goddamn bastard.

-Well, i'm goddamn not.

Does that mean
you're gonna kill me?

-You want to die?

-I've got cameras
all over this property, Buddy.

-Are they on?

-You're goddamn right,
they're on.

-Well, let 'em watch.

-That's for mom.

- Hello?

Hello?

-Holy shit.

-911, emergency.
-Yeah, police?

-Local man robert hutchins
was found dead this morning.

Authorities were relieved
to find mr. Hutchins,

But they didn't expect
to find him murdered.

The cause of death was
a point-Blank gunshot wound.

No suspects
have yet been named.

Robert hutchins
is survived by two sons,

Troy and Buddy hutchins.

-Buddy?

Dude, what the fuck
are you doing here?

I just heard your name
on the radio.

-Really?
-Yeah.

Th-They found your father.

-No shit.

-Yeah, he was killed.

-He wasn't my father.

-Dude, you --

You're fucking covered
in blood, man.

-I cut myself.

-Buddy, is everything cool, man?

-Yeah.

Just came by to say hi
to my pal.

Can't i do that?

-Right. Sure.

I used to be able to chug
a whole one.

Is that your daughter?

-Come on, buddy, man.

This is my girlfriend, mandy.

-Hi.

-What's up?

-You're dirty.

-That's an astute observation.

-Baby, uh, why don't you
go inside the house

And let buddy and i talk, okay?

Okay?

-You mind?

-Go ahead, bro. Sure.

-So, what's up?

-Are you my friend?

-Yeah, buddy.

I'm your friend, man.

-There you go.

We cool?

-Bro, this is --
This is like two g's, man.

I can't take this.

-Ah, buy your little spinner
something nice.

-Nah, man.

I can't. I can't. I can't.

-I'm not gonna need it.

-Buddy, man...

everything all right?

-Yeah.

Everything's cool.

See you around, amigo.

-Yeah.

-Oh, um, if some weird shit
goes down,

I just need you to bring molly
to me, okay?

I'll be with a guy named
duncan moldavan.

Look him up.

-That's buddy.

-Oh, yeah

-We found limmy out back.

-Roger that.

-Hello, mr. Hutchins.

Shh. I'm here to surprise molly.

-We're playing dress-Up.
-Oh, okay. Great.

All right, well,
i need you to do me a favor.

Can you hide so it's me
that just surprises her?

-Yeah.

-Okay, do you have
a favorite place to hide?

-That place over there.

-Oh. Perfect. Okay, good.

Okay. Now go hide there and
i'll come get you later, okay?

But remember --
You got to be quiet.

-Got it.
-Okay, awesome.

This is gonna be so much fun.

I'm gonna buy both of you guys
ice cream.

-Yay!

-Shh. Okay. Go, go, go, go.

So this is
what you've been up to, huh?

Taking over my family.

-Daddy!
-Hi, honey.

Everything okay?

-Uh, you stink.

-I was taking out the trash.

Unfortunately, there's a lot.

Where's, uh, mommy?
-She's with joel.

-Oh, okay, good. Well, here's
what i need you to do.

I'm gonna need you to go outside

And wait for me in the car,
okay, honey?

We have to have
an adult talk now, okay?

-Okay, i'm just
gonna get m-Mr. Elephant.

-No, no, no, no, no, honey.
I'll bring him to you, okay?

Just go in the car
and wait for me, okay?

-Okay.
-Okay. Bye, honey.

-Bye.

-Okay, honey!

Just wait for me.

Okay?

Hey, don.

What you been doing?

I got a question for you, don.

How long have you been fucking
my wife?

Two years.

-Huh.

Wow, i thought
it was like a month.

Is she good...in the sack?

Tell me something, don.

How do you fuck her?

She get on top, spin around?

Do you get behind her?

Huh?

Pound her into the pillow?

You ever fuck her ass?

-Jesus.
-Right.

You ever take
that little, puckered starfish

And just fuck it?

-What's wrong with you, man?

-Push her shit in.

Not to be nosy or anything,
but how'd it start?

I'd like to know, don.

Did it start in, like,
a teacher's lounge or something?

Or one day you started
a little chitchat?

You started talking a little
french to her, didn't you?

You started saying a little,
"parlez-Vous franã§ais," huh?

"Oh, oui, blah, blah,

I'd like
to touch your pussy," huh"

-No, it wasn't like that, man.

- Oh, it wasn't?

How was it?

Did you fuck her
in the cafeteria, don?

You fuck her
against a chalkboard, huh?

-What do you want to know, man?

-What do i want to know?!

I would like to know
the fucking truth.

Do you fucking love my wife?

Do you love her?

-Listen, man.

You break into my fucking house,

You talk to me like this
in my own place,

I don't fucking like it, buddy.
-Oh, you don't like it?

Oh, don. Aww. Look.

Cry me a river.

World's smallest fucking violin,
don.

Fuck you, don.

What the fuck are you gonna do
about it?

-What are you gonna do?

-What am i gonna do?

-Where's beth?

-Beth?
-Yeah.

-Oh, she's fine.

I took care of beth.

-You wouldn't
fucking do anything to beth,

Would you, man?

-You think i would
fucking kill beth, huh?

-Aah! Shit!

Shit!

-Look at you.

You fucked up!

-Don't shoot me, buddy.

-It's too late for that, don.

You fucked up.

-You fucked my wife
in study hall.

Beth, you may want to kill me
one day

'Cause i killed your dad,
and i understand that.

I don't blame you.

But he was having sex
with my wife,

And that's a big no-No.

If you ever get married one day
and you find yourself cheating,

Remember...it affects people.

You'll understand
when you're older.

-Shit.

-Hold on. Hold on!

-Attention all units,

Officer bradley in pursuit
of a blue van.

-Fuck!

-Local resident donald wilson
was gunned down earlier today.

-Joel, get in the car, quick!

-What?

-Get in the car!

-What's going on?

-Something happened with don.

-Don't worry, honey.

Daddy's gonna take care of you,
okay?

-Why are they following you?

-Daddy did some things
he shouldn't have.

-Where are we going?

-We're gonna go see mommy, okay?

-Aah! Slow down!

Slow down!
-Hang in here, baby, okay?

-Shit.

Come on, honey. Give me the bag.

Give me the bag.

-Shit.

Okay. All right.

Just remember, whatever happens,
i will never hurt you, okay?

-Okay.
-Okay? Stay with me, okay?

All right? Okay?

Look down. Look down.
-What the fuck?

-You looking for me?
Shut up. Open the door.

Open the fucking door.

Let's go. The yellow key.

-Let go of the girl,
or we'll open fire.

-Look down, honey.

Get in there.

-So he finally snapped.

-Yeah, he did.

-Go over there and hide,
honey, okay?

Give me this bag.

-Shots fired! Shots fired!

-They got a million cops out --
-Shut up, okay?!

-You don't need me.
Just let me go.

Let me go.
-Let me think, okay?

Just shut up.

-Look, y-You're scaring her.

-Don't you fucking talk
about my daughter, okay?

Don't fucking say anything.

-Fuck.

-I'm hearing multiple shots
coming from inside the house.

-Yeah?

-Hey, buddy, is everything
all right in there?

-Everything's fine.

-Listen, i'm willing
to make a deal with you.

I know everything
about your wife.

But if you let
the little girl go

And you come out
with your hands up,

This will end good for everyone.

-I don't trust you.

-I know about your brother,
and i know about your father.

I know about limmy and the kid.

Look, you could possibly plead
temporary insanity.

People have a soft spot
for that.

But you got to work with me.

-I'm in too deep.

- You're not --
Listen, buddy.

You got nowhere to go.

Do it for molly.

Do it for her.

-I'll call you back.

-Yo, buddy, matty d. Here
from straight jackitt, man.

Sorry i haven't got back
to you.

We just got back from tour,
man.

Uh, listen, i'm really glad
to hear from you because, like,

As of next thursday,
we got a gig in manchester.

If you're still interested,

Give me a call on my cellie,
bro.

-That's great timing, duncan.

-I got to tinkle.

-Go ahead, honey.

-Come on, buddy!
Let the girl go!

We can work something out!

-Molly...

if you're seeing this,

I'm either dead
or i'm a fugitive.

Remember ryan
from the cleaners?

I need you to go to him,
find him.

He will take you to me.

Don't tell anybody.

I love you more than anyone.

-Honey, here. Take this, okay?

I put something in there for
you, okay? It's just for you.

Do not show anyone.
-Okay.

-Buddy, please!

-Now, i need you to go outside
now, okay, honey?

-N-No. No way.
I don't want to leave you.

-Honey, please.
I need you to go.

-I'm sorry! We can
work things out, buddy!

Please!

-I don't want them to hurt you.

-Honey, they won't hurt me,
okay?

Go now. Go.
-No.

-Come on, baby. Go.

-Okay.

-Shots fired! Shots fired!

What's going on?

-Go.

We got the girl.
We got the girl.

-Oh, my god!

-We can work something out!

-Now, now, now, now, now!

Out of the way!
-Go, go, go!

-Shots have been fired.
Shots have been fired.

Clear the area.

I didn't think
he was gonna do this far.

-I did. He was always crazy.

-He's not crazy.

-I'm sorry for your loss.

-Buddy?

-Duncan!
-Jesus christ.

What the hell?

-Yeah.
-Where you been, man?

-Hey, buddy.
-Huh?

-There's someone here
to see you.

-Daddy!
-Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.
-Daddy!

-Oh, my god.

Did you do what i said?

-I didn't tell anybody.
-Oh, my god.

-Good to see you, brother.

Good to see you.

-I can't believe he shot me.

-And the house blowing up?

-What about molly running off?

-Hey.

-Hey! Watch it, asshole.

-Oh, my god.

-Oh, shit.
-Buddy?

-I don't think
he's a fit parent.

I've known him
for quite a few years,

And, honestly, i don't think
that he's done very well

As far as recuperating
from his, uh, alcoholism.

-He was no buddy to anybody.

He's actually just
a piece of human slime

That couldn't get over himself,
couldn't get over anything.

I -- I don't -- He doesn't have
responsibilities,

Shouldn't have custody
of anything,

Let alone a facebook page.

He's a worthless worm

Who...who should slither
on the ground by himself

For all eternity.

-You know, he came
to one of my rock band's shows,

And, uh, he bought me a shot
after the show.

Actually, he bought me
more than one shot.

And, um, we got pretty drunk.

And, uh,
he brought his daughter.

It was kind of weird.

-I've, uh, responded
to several calls.

Um, every time i went there,

He was just out of control.

The neighbors
were always complaining.

He was always
yelling and screaming.

Seems like a very violent man
and i just --

I think it's good that we get
him out of the neighborhood.

-He lost my shoe.
It's unbelievable.

I-I-I came in,

Dropped off a pair of manolos
for him to fix a button.

How simple is that?

Fixing a button.

And, so, after weeks
of not hearing from the guy,

I go and i call him up,
and he tells me,

"Huh, oh,
i misplaced your shoe."

Misplaced my shoe? Excuse me?

-I think he's great.

I mean, he's always so nice
to me.

And whenever i see him
in the neighborhood,

He's just hanging out
with his daughter

And having a great time.

I'm actually shocked
about this whole thing.

-I won't be hypnotized