Our Lady, LTD (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Orphan Comb Death Fight - full transcript
Pa and Ma are imprisoned and separated in Mexico. James and the real Paul Allen Brown secretly meet in Half Acre.
Paul: How many kids did
the fire-trainee guy have?
The guy who burned
holding your hose?
11 girls.
You ever think about
having $2 million?
It'd be easy,
I'm saying.
Paul: You gain my parents'
total trust...
I can find your son.
Paul: ...then we totally trick
them to go to Mexico...
James: There's a sheriff
who oversees the county.
You have to go there,
you have to pay him.
Paul: It's not like
we're hurting them.
We just get them out
of the picture
for a little while.
You totally take
my identity...
I'm Paul.
Paul Allen Brown.
...and then we take
the total sum
from their crooked
church account.
This is gonna be easy.
They're just a couple
of old people.
Pa: I'm going to kill you,
motherfucker.
Prepare for the Devil.
I shall deliver you
unto his fucking kingdom come.
Hector:
Check your e-mail.
He just killed a 24-year-old
kid with a shoe.
Paul Brown?
Yeah?
Can we talk?
What do you want
to talk about?
About the little girl.
You are a person
of interest.
So I'm going to
question you.
James:
What else didn't he tell me?
What else?
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Perfecta.
[ Conversing in Spanish ]
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Lillian.
Pa: Order of business.
First, it's imperative
I free myself
from these handcuffs
and place a call.
In order to do this,
I need a simple thing.
I need the Spanish sheriff
to buy a six-pack of beer,
and in order to do this,
I needn't scare, intimidate,
or terrify him.
I just need, over the course
of today's journey
to a Mexican Super Max,
to ensure that he has
an awfully long day.
[ Ringing]
[ Sighs ]
[ Cellphone ringing ]Sheriff Dolittle: Wesley,
you can't use
the station to question him.
But there's a closed-down
barbershop in town
that's as private as it gets.
[ Door closes ]
[ Ringing continues ]
[ Door opens ]
Jailer: Paul Allen Brown?
[ Children shouting ]Richard Morgan.
No, no, please.
Richard Morgan,
motherfucker.
Don't.
Don't, please.
No.
Don't, please.
Fuck! Fuck, no![ Gunshot ]
Judge: The plea of Guilty
with Extenuating Circumstances
allows a defendant to explain
in his words what circumstances
accompanied the commission
of his crime.
The defendant may proceed
with this phase of his plea.
[ Microphone feedback ]
New Leaf:
It was a question of honor.
Your Honor...my honor,
Your Honor.
He snookered my mom.
She paid $6,000 for a new roof
expecting a dense,
concrete composite,
and he snookered her
with b.s. planks of
compressed paper painted over.
Rip job.
Pure rip.
And then he called her
an F'ing "B" in her driveway.
Only he didn't just use letters
in the manner that I just did,
and he did that in front
of my elderly dad, Kevin,
who was made, I am sure
in that moment, to feel weak.
And then he called my dad,
in front of my mom, a "P".
Judge: What's that?
A -- A "P"?
It's for "pussy"...
Your Honor.
Which I am not.
I have honor, Your Honor.
Which that guy learned,
at his terrified end there,
[ Gunshot ]Woman:
What makes LensCrafters
a more conservative
franchising opportunity than,
say, a Kinkos or a Subway,
are your soft fees.
[ Shackles rattle ]
Yes?
Are franchisees
locked into factory contracts
for the hard costs of,
say, frames or lenses?
Good question.
Thank you.
Uh, they are not.
Thank you.
LensCrafters
franchisees are --
Um, yes?
Can I add
[clears throat]
I just wanna add...
this is my first furlough
earned through 900 hours
of prison rodeo clowning,
which is, you know,
tough on the bod.
But I have researched multiple
franchising opportunities,
and LensCrafters, can I say,
is just number one?
So, I used my first furlough
to come here today
and to get to know you
here a little,
as I hope to be applying
for a franchise soon.
And though I am
a convicted felon,
soon I'll be released,
and my only conviction
then will be to get
customers into frames
that allow them
to see better
and also fit their unique style
and personality.
Okay.
Thank you.
No problem.
New Leaf: And now, bullet point
11, on why you should invest
in a LensCrafters
and in me,
is my awesome
attention to detail.
Ah, "G" damnit.
Kevin:
Awfully close there, son.
I know.
I'm sorry, Dad.
I just can't get this
dang thing straight.
Hang in there.
There she goes, there she goes.
Okay.
All right.
And as we'll see coming up
in bullet point 12,
LensCrafters is your
most conservative
franchising opportunity
due to your soft costs.
One stipulation.
Name her.
We want you
to join us.
Really join us.
Join you where?
Join us at Our Lady.
[ Grunting ]
Dang.
[ Grunts ]
Ah!
[ Groans ]
Ah!
Dang!
[ Sighs ]
Let me tell you
what that means,
my little demo
of old man power.
You got a lot of time left
to get strong, young man.
You got
a lifetime left.
It's just fine, son,
for your life to start now.
My, um -- My mother and father,
Kevin and Denise --
I know them well.
Well, they're elderly.
The old stork brought
a surprise
when the old stork
brought me.
Mm-hmm.
And I've been a dis--
worse than
a disappointment.
Whatever that is.
All kids
are mixed blessings.
WishI was mixed.
Aimingfor it.
If I can right my ship
with this franchise opportunity
and other ways, now.
Which other ways?
Loving them.
Treating them right.
Being not worse than
a fucking disappointment.
Come on over here.
All over,
at this moment,
all over,
people are falling down.
Okay, sir.You're on your feet now.
I got you.
Everyone does.
Okay, Pa.
Starting now, right?
Yeah, starting now.
[ Pats back ]
New Leaf: Slower going than
we were hoping, but...
But what?
Well, uh, my mom and dad
said they could, uh,
bolster us through
the third quarter here.
They'd...bolster us
through it.
Your parents' accounts
are Our Lady accounts.
They invest through
a greater account
the church controls,
Tracy.
I know it. That's -- That's
why I'm here to get it.
Little to get.
What?
Little to get
left there.
[ Sighs ] We're cursed,
your parents and me.
How?
Cursed with sons.
I have one.
Loved him through it all,
like your mother and father,
Kevin and Denise,
have loved you through it all.
Through violence,
through your...ugliness, Tracy.
Then he returned
after a prodigal period.
And I made the great mistake
of placing faith in him.
The way Kevin and Denise
placed faith in you.
Then gone with some
of our funds, my son.
So, if our store goes,
they can't bolster us through,
then, uh, what, they lost --
they lost it all, Pa?
Everything that they put in
to get it started?
All their savings?
I'm afraid so, Tracy.
"Cursed with sons,"
as the saying goes.
What's the --
What's the saying?
"Blessed with faith,
cursed with sons."
What's that mean?
Sons fuck up.
Don't they, son?
What's your boy's name?
Paul Allen.
Paul Allen Brown.
How fucking long
is he gonna keep us here?
Isn't he supposed to rotate that
fucking thing now and then?
Hey!
Aren't you supposed to rotate
that thing now and then?
Just another moment.
Seriously, man.
Fuck.
My kid's waiting
at daycare!
Just another moment.
Unbelievable.
Fucking unbelievable!
Can I go at some point
this winter?
Guy?
Einstein?
Seriously, come on!
Fucking idiot.
Oh, fuck.
Just trying to keep you safe,
motherfucker!
Man: Jesus Christ!
I'll fucking rotate
that shit for you, bitch!
Jailer: Paul Allen Brown?
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Jailer:
Paul Allen Brown?
Shit.
Paul Brown?
Yeah?
Get the fuck up.
[ Cell door opens ]
Getting out today,
Paul Allen?
Uh, I hope so.
Me too.
'Cause I'm getting
out today, too.
Fuck.
So...
I'm Wesley Walker.
I'm a Texas Ranger.
This is New Mexico.
Aware of that.
The Rangers have
a jurisdictional alliance
with other states.
It means I bring
Texas with me
when it concerns murder.
Murder?
Paul, how did you come
to know Theresa Williams?
From...
Just from the area.
From Greater Austin?
Yes.
At times.
At times?
Yeah.
What does that mean?
Just...yeah.
Okay.
You have
an interesting history.
Thank you.
Oh, I don't know.
That wasn't
a compliment.
There are gaps in it.
Why don't you just tell me
about yourself?
My father runs
a church here.
Right.
And he had the church
in Greater Austin.
Right.
"Paul Brown is cool.
He taught me cool stuff.
His dad is
our new preacher."
That's from her diary,
written two weeks
before we found her handcuffed
and dead on a riverbed.
Six years ago,
just before you went missing.
Now here you are.
What did you teach her?
What "cool stuff"?
I have to be going.
Going where?
I should be going.
My mother and father
were killed.
I'm sorry.
There's a thousand
awful odds and ends and I...
They were killed
two days ago in Mexico.
In Mexico?
Yeah.
Someone has been trying
very hard
to reach you
from Mexico.
You've had four calls
from there.
[ Cellphone vibrating ]
Hmm.
You can get it.
It's cool.
I'll get it after
I get out of here.
I have sad calls
to make.
[ Vibrating continues ]
Can we talk later?
We can.
You probably have
more questions.
Oh, I do.
That's awful.
How's that?
About the riverbed.
That's awful.
And I want to help.
As soon as this
family...moment passes,
I'll be of
all the help I can.
Swear.
Thank you.
Can I go?
You always could go.
I'm just asking
some questions.
Mm-hmm.
Someone put me in a cell.
That was me.
I wanted to sharpen you up.
We're discussing
your potential involvement
in a capital crime,
a murder.
Which, in Texas,
carries with it
a dark consequence.
Maybe it's good
to have some time
to think about
your important answers.
Are you allowed
to do that?
I'm a Texas Ranger.
Your name's Walker.
What's that?
"Walker Texas Ranger."
And?
And...that's
Chuck Norris.
Chuck what?
Chuck Norris.
Chuck Norris.
You can say it all you want,
I don't know who that is.
It's a show.
I don't watch shows.
Lift your left pant leg,
please.
Whoa. What?
I applied for and was
granted a court order,
granted due to your long
stretches of disappearance.
Lift your left pant leg.
The state of Texas can't
risk you disappearing again.
The order allows for
your detention if you refuse.
Go on.
Lift your pant leg, Brown.
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[ Ankle monitor clicks ]
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As a person of interest
in the murder
of Theresa Sincere Williams,
you are obligated
to an accounting
of your whereabouts.
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[ Indistinct conversations ]
Hey!
How's your eyesight?
What?
How's your eyesight,
guy?
It's pretty good.
Good.
Good for you, guy.
Although...
Although, what?
The muscular harness
that holds your pupil
fatigues over time.
Vision weakens.
Happens to us all.
And we all have to
go over to McCallen
for fucking eyewear now
because there's not
an eyewear store in Half Acre.
Okay.
Thanks.
Yeah. No problem.
Okay.
See ya.
There used to be.
Used to be what?
An eyewear
specialty store.
Here.
A LensCrafters.
Cool.
Yeah. [ Laughs ]
Yeah.
It was cool.
Prompt service, a real
customer-first kind of place,
and free eye exams
for juniors under 14.
[ Glass shatters ]
Okay.
It's gone.
Okay.
Guess I'll go over
to McCallen
when my harness fatigues
or whatever.
Yeah. You will.
Yeah, you sure will.
See ya, man.
Oh, $26,000 back.
Or I'm gonna get ya.
You know what
I'm talking about.
Kind of.
Paul: I'm at kung fu practice.
I can't meet you right now.
Meet me in an hour,
and I'll explain everything.
Kung fu practice?
This dude just sort of
arrested me, Paul.
Yah!
Fuck.
[ Cellphone rings ]
Hey, you still
have him?
Hector: Yeah, he's secure.
He's in the ice cream van.
In the ice cream van?
Yeah.
What's so secure about
an ice cream van?
Why -- Why isn't he
in a cell or something?
Oh, no, he's
going to a cell.
I'm taking him
to a Super Max.
We only have two
in the whole...
I'm -- I'm taking
him to Monterrey.
In an ice cream van?
Uh, yeah. I mean, no,
it's -- it's secure.
It's -- It's
a fake ice cream truck.
It's what we use to transport
cartel members
due to
cartel killing guards
in the regular prison
transport vans
in escapes.
That's fucked up.
Yeah, well, it gets
even more fucked up.
How?
Well, sometimes we have
the cartels driving up
in beer trucks or, uh,
mattress factory fake trucks.
And so, sometimes here
you see ice cream guys
shooting it out with
mattress delivery guys.
It's Mexico.
Fucked up.
Yeah, but, uh,
they ain't chasing after
this old weird guy,
so I-I think
we should be okay.
What?
I need $2,000.
What?
Yeah, man.
Like, right now.
I have a fucking ankle thing
on my ankle.
I have a situation
with my angel.
This has fucked up
my plan.
I bought her a bracelet
with a money order.
I was gonna put the cash
in to cover it.
Look, my wife gonna look
at my bank balance,
and here I am hauling this guy
to a Super Max.
Also, you should've told me this
old guy is not just an old guy.
I didn't know that, man.
His son didn't tell me.
Yeah, there's a lot of stuff
he didn't tell me.
I'm -- I'm standing
out here wearing
a fucking
ankle bracelet.
Yeah, well, that's what
I bought her, an ankle bracelet.
Now I'm in
this bad situation.
It's not that
kind of bracelet.
What kind is it?
It's the kind that
an old Texas Ranger
puts on you
for a murder.
Fuck.
Yeah. I need that money, man.
Get that thing off,
get the fuck down here.
Well, how do I get it off?
It's like a fucking metal cage.
There's a way, man.
It happens here.
If you go to the emergency room,
they'll take it off.
They have
emergency tools.
Okay. Cool.
If you get bit
by a rattlesnake.
What? What?
I'm supposed to just find a --
find a fucking
rattlesnake?
Yeah, man.
You're in New Mexico.
They're everywhere.
Go find a rattlesnake,
let it bite you,
go to the emergency room.
They'll take it off,
give you the antidote,
then get the fuck down here
and put that money in the bank,
or I'm gonna let go of this
fucking crazy, old guy, man.
I swear.
I'm -- I'm sorry, man,
but my wife,
she's gonna see
our bank balance,
and she's gonna --
she can be so cruel to me
in front of our sons.
Make me seem small
in their eyes, you know?
When you get to be my age,
it's hard not to put on pounds,
you know what I'm saying,
and once they're on,
they ain't coming off,
and...
She taunts me, man.
She's cruel, you know?
It does harm to my relationship
with me and my sons.
Anyway, I'm --
I'm -- I'm afraid of her.
So, money, man.
Or I'm gonna let him go.
Okay.
Let's exercise.
Exercise.
Fuck you.
Come on, man.
I mean, just exercise like...
It's -- It's good
for your frame of mind
on these long trips
where you're restrained.
Look, we allow prisoners
exercise breaks. Come on.
Youexercise.
I'm in tip-top.
You're a fat fuck.
Oh, come on, man.
Let your blood flow.
Spanish fatty.
Just so you know,
five years ago,
I was in
pretty good shape.
I got a little stressed out
with things at home now.
You know what? Get the fuck
back in the ice cream van.
Go.
I need a beer.
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Pa: I was 7 when it
dawned on me there was no God,
the afternoon they wheeled my
mom on past, and on the way out,
banged her head
on the front doorframe.
[ Thud ]I can still hear that sound.
Softer than you'd think.
More give, like a fruit.
Like some melon,
but less use then to me.
Aunts? None. Uncles? No.
Cousins? One, lockup.
Father? [ Laughs ]
Next day, orphan --
comb death fight.
Fucking fights
for my fucking comb.
It wasn't about
the fucking comb.
It was about the fucking fight.
Fucking fighting
to put me bottom.
For a certain sort of person,
when he finds himself there,
all he thinks about
is getting into the middle,
then getting on fucking top.
I'm this sort, and no one
took my fucking comb.
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[ Conversations in Spanish ]
Care to know why there's never
been any Mexicans
on the moon?
Don't talk.
You know, I've never
really thought about it.
Okay, why not?
Nations in space --
Americans, Russians, Chinese,
the English,
never a Mexican.
Why not?
Ambition, assertiveness,
can-do attitudes,
all of which are required
for that monumental endeavor.
Yeah?Mexicans don't have those.
Whoa. Okay.Home of the siesta.
Okay. That's Spain.
Shut the fuck up.
[ Sighs ]
Fatty takes a nap.
Fuck.
Fatty's had it.
Shut the fuck up.
I'm resting my eyes.
I've been driving all day
with my eyes in the sun.
Men are writing novels
at this moment, Dozer.
Well, Iam writing
a novel, too, by the way,
you fucking asshole.
It's more like
a detective novel.
I have 36 pages,
and it's pretty good,
so shut the fuck up.
God damn it.
[ Sighs ]
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Pa: There are a few
psychological techniques
I happened on to get topwise.
"Starting today," I call one --
used to dupe, say,
damaged parishioners
into believing I can help them
via accessing their savings,
change their lives
for the better.
Hope.
Its counterpart I call
"Starting tomorrow."
Starting tomorrow is a technique
I enjoy
whereby I quietly break
a person's fortitude down,
inspiring in them feelings
of self-loathing,
which results in them
relinquishing
important degrees of control.
I make them, without them
knowing, simply say "fuck it,"
and lapse back into
shaky behavior, despair,
and in that state,
I prey on them.
You've begun
moderate crown balding.
You should
cap back up.
Stay capped, Pedro --
my two cents.
Shut the fuck up --
my two cents.
[ Chuckles ]
Also, during your lunch,
two man-sized baskets
of tortilla chips.
Good decision?
Sitting well with you,
you gluttonous fucker?
Jesus Christ.
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May I have
one of those beers?
No, it's against
regulations.
Is it against regulations
to conspire to abduct
a fucking
elderly couple and --
Yeah. Well, I --
I-I had my reasons,
and no harm
will come to you, okay?
May I have one
of those beers, please?
My mind is racing
with concern for my wife.
She's safe.
I'm sick to my stomach.
I need settling.
Don't be.
She's okay,
and you're gonna be okay
in a couple of weeks.
No one was gonna get hurt,
and you're the only one
who's hurt anyone so far,
by the way.
Tedium.
What?
This is tedium, rolling on,
just rolling on here.
Tell me about this
detective novel.
Oh, okay.
Um, it's, uh,
sort of a thriller
with a little whodunit
action,
based on some real events
of mine,
some exciting
real events of mine.
And, um, some
really cool inventions
and an elaborate
plot line.
Small-town mayor
gets murdered
in the middle of
the fucking night.
And, um,
the sexy guy sheriff
has to go up against
the system to solve it.
And he has this
new young lady partner.
The lady did it.
How the fuck
did you know that?
The story's inane.
May I have a beer?
No.
W-What's "inane"?
May I have just
one beer, please?
What's inane?
It'll hurt your feelings.
Just give me a beer, and then
we can be quiet for some time.
Look, I-I worked on this thing
a really long time now.
It means, um, fucking stupid,
uh, simple-minded.
Um, it's immensely familiar,
your story.
From what?
From other shitty
detective stories.
Okay.
Shut the fuck up again.
Hackneyed.
What? I-I don't under--
Unexceptional,
lesser, weak.
It took me five years
to write that thing.
36 pages, 5 years...
You know what?
I got a lot going on.
I got a family.
That's seven pages a year.
Little more.
Not much more.
Shut the fuck up.
Are you hopeful this dreck
will distinguish you?
Add honor and accomplishment
to a life that has little?
Shut the fuck up,
please.
Should be in the bin.
Quiet, man.
Chuck it.
Shut the fuck up.
Move on
to the next failure.
Okay, if I give you a beer,
will you shut the fuck up?
Yes.
[ Brakes squeal ]
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[ Can tab pops ]
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James: Excuse me?
I'm looking for the comptroller
of the Perpetual Grace Church --
Scotty Sholes.
I'm Scotty Sholes.
I'm Paul Brown.
Stop walking
toward me.
I'm...
What?
Don't walk closer to me.
Like, closer than this?
Remain across the field.
Okay.
But I have to tell you
something,
and I don't
wanna shout it.
'Cause it's personal.
Don't sit close to me.
Your father
had a unique...
Their assets
are in trust,
held by Our Lady of
Perpetual Grace, Limited.
The simplest way
to proceed
would be
to dissolve the trust
and assign control
of the assets to you.
But it's going to take some time
to process the estate,
particularly given
its value,
which is greater than
$4 million.
Hm.
Yes.
Like...two weeks?
Two weeks?
Yeah.
Are you retarded?
A-Am I what?
Retarded?
That seems...
that word, uh...
out of character.
For who?
You.
You don't know
my character.
I know yours, though.
You're rotten.
And retarded.
I guess.
[ Sniffles ]
It'll take 90 days.
No less.
It's Perpetual Grace, Limited,
not Inc.
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James:
You tell a guy that, man.
If you're asking this guy
to be you, you tell a guy
you're a person
of special interest.
Paul: I didn't know!
Well, what do you
know about it?
'Cause, man,
that's fucked up.
No way.
No way what?
No way, man.
Ever.
What?
Never, ever.
I would never, ever
hurt someone.
Check it out.
Magic, man!
Remember?
It's my thing.
I was teaching
her escapes.
She was a cool kid.
And she was really good.
But she pushed it,
I guess.
Poor thing.
There was no killing, man.
I would never, ever.
Magic.
She was a magic kid.
Let's stay the plan.
We're close.
I hurt someone, man.
Pawn shop kid.
I cracked him in the head.
Gotta wear
a fucked-up helmet now.
$4 million.
You could buy that kid a --
a really cool helmet.
Like a -- Like a gold helmet
or something.
Fuck.
Fuck what?
Fuck, all right.
All right.
All right.
[ Inhales deeply ]
Fuck.
Now, let's go get you bit
by a rattlesnake!
Let me try something
less rattlesnake first.
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Remember me?
Yeah.
You bought me a shake,
taught me some vocab.
Paul.
Yeah.
Yeah.
I appreciate that,
because small talk's really
the only kind of talk I got.
Cool.
So, I'm new in town.
Yeah.
Cool.
Yeah, I don't really have
any friends here,
except for you.
Wonder if you'd
do me a favor?
I need someone to go to
Mexico for a day, today.
Are we friends?
I bought you
that shake.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah, well,
don't you think we need
like a couple more
shared experiences --
Well, this can be one,
totally.
What can?
You going
to Mexico for me.
For what?
Give a guy some money.
I would, but I have
this parent thing,
this dead-parent
thing that's...
Yeah.
...you know.
Um, is it illegal?
No.
He's a cop.
Ow.
What?
What?
You just said, "Ow."
Oh. It hurts.
What hurts?
My head.
Shiny things
hurt my head.
Like, shiny things.
Like diamonds or...
Yeah.
Or, like, light.
Light?
Yes.
Like any light,
that's like all around?
Like, natural,
like, normal light?
Yes.
What's the prognosis?
The what?
What's the doctor say
your head will feel like
in, like,
future tomorrows?
In future tomorrows,
my head will...
I don't know, man.
Sometimes words hurt
in my head,
and I have to
stop listening.
Words?
Yes, words.
Sounds.
What, like --
like all sounds?
Yes.
And all light?
Yes.
All light and all sounds
hurt your head?
Yes. Intensely.
So -- Fuck.
What are you supposed to do,
just walk around
in a blindfold and earmuffs
for the rest
of your life?
Yeah, they're just, um --
they're in the wash,
'cause I've been wearing
them nonstop, so...
[ Dryer signal buzzes ]
Oh. Excuse me.
[ Bell jingles ]
[ Door opens ]
So...you were saying
you want me to go to Mexico
and do something
important?
Cool.
Let's do it.
I'm gonna get back to you
on the Mexico thing.
Cool.
Looking forward.
Yeah.
Never really been
out of Kilroy.
Okay.
All right.
See ya.
Take care, man.
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Hector: Want me to
throw out your beer?
Pa: I'm still
working on it.
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Got one beer left.
You want it?
Thank you, no.
I'm not quite done
with this one.
[ Sighs ]
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[ Sighs ]
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Get it.
Get the rhythm. Get the rhythm.
There we go.
There we fucking go.
Get it.
Get the rhythm. Get the rhythm.
There we go.
There we fucking go.
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the fire-trainee guy have?
The guy who burned
holding your hose?
11 girls.
You ever think about
having $2 million?
It'd be easy,
I'm saying.
Paul: You gain my parents'
total trust...
I can find your son.
Paul: ...then we totally trick
them to go to Mexico...
James: There's a sheriff
who oversees the county.
You have to go there,
you have to pay him.
Paul: It's not like
we're hurting them.
We just get them out
of the picture
for a little while.
You totally take
my identity...
I'm Paul.
Paul Allen Brown.
...and then we take
the total sum
from their crooked
church account.
This is gonna be easy.
They're just a couple
of old people.
Pa: I'm going to kill you,
motherfucker.
Prepare for the Devil.
I shall deliver you
unto his fucking kingdom come.
Hector:
Check your e-mail.
He just killed a 24-year-old
kid with a shoe.
Paul Brown?
Yeah?
Can we talk?
What do you want
to talk about?
About the little girl.
You are a person
of interest.
So I'm going to
question you.
James:
What else didn't he tell me?
What else?
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Perfecta.
[ Conversing in Spanish ]
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Lillian.
Pa: Order of business.
First, it's imperative
I free myself
from these handcuffs
and place a call.
In order to do this,
I need a simple thing.
I need the Spanish sheriff
to buy a six-pack of beer,
and in order to do this,
I needn't scare, intimidate,
or terrify him.
I just need, over the course
of today's journey
to a Mexican Super Max,
to ensure that he has
an awfully long day.
[ Ringing]
[ Sighs ]
[ Cellphone ringing ]Sheriff Dolittle: Wesley,
you can't use
the station to question him.
But there's a closed-down
barbershop in town
that's as private as it gets.
[ Door closes ]
[ Ringing continues ]
[ Door opens ]
Jailer: Paul Allen Brown?
[ Children shouting ]Richard Morgan.
No, no, please.
Richard Morgan,
motherfucker.
Don't.
Don't, please.
No.
Don't, please.
Fuck! Fuck, no![ Gunshot ]
Judge: The plea of Guilty
with Extenuating Circumstances
allows a defendant to explain
in his words what circumstances
accompanied the commission
of his crime.
The defendant may proceed
with this phase of his plea.
[ Microphone feedback ]
New Leaf:
It was a question of honor.
Your Honor...my honor,
Your Honor.
He snookered my mom.
She paid $6,000 for a new roof
expecting a dense,
concrete composite,
and he snookered her
with b.s. planks of
compressed paper painted over.
Rip job.
Pure rip.
And then he called her
an F'ing "B" in her driveway.
Only he didn't just use letters
in the manner that I just did,
and he did that in front
of my elderly dad, Kevin,
who was made, I am sure
in that moment, to feel weak.
And then he called my dad,
in front of my mom, a "P".
Judge: What's that?
A -- A "P"?
It's for "pussy"...
Your Honor.
Which I am not.
I have honor, Your Honor.
Which that guy learned,
at his terrified end there,
[ Gunshot ]Woman:
What makes LensCrafters
a more conservative
franchising opportunity than,
say, a Kinkos or a Subway,
are your soft fees.
[ Shackles rattle ]
Yes?
Are franchisees
locked into factory contracts
for the hard costs of,
say, frames or lenses?
Good question.
Thank you.
Uh, they are not.
Thank you.
LensCrafters
franchisees are --
Um, yes?
Can I add
[clears throat]
I just wanna add...
this is my first furlough
earned through 900 hours
of prison rodeo clowning,
which is, you know,
tough on the bod.
But I have researched multiple
franchising opportunities,
and LensCrafters, can I say,
is just number one?
So, I used my first furlough
to come here today
and to get to know you
here a little,
as I hope to be applying
for a franchise soon.
And though I am
a convicted felon,
soon I'll be released,
and my only conviction
then will be to get
customers into frames
that allow them
to see better
and also fit their unique style
and personality.
Okay.
Thank you.
No problem.
New Leaf: And now, bullet point
11, on why you should invest
in a LensCrafters
and in me,
is my awesome
attention to detail.
Ah, "G" damnit.
Kevin:
Awfully close there, son.
I know.
I'm sorry, Dad.
I just can't get this
dang thing straight.
Hang in there.
There she goes, there she goes.
Okay.
All right.
And as we'll see coming up
in bullet point 12,
LensCrafters is your
most conservative
franchising opportunity
due to your soft costs.
One stipulation.
Name her.
We want you
to join us.
Really join us.
Join you where?
Join us at Our Lady.
[ Grunting ]
Dang.
[ Grunts ]
Ah!
[ Groans ]
Ah!
Dang!
[ Sighs ]
Let me tell you
what that means,
my little demo
of old man power.
You got a lot of time left
to get strong, young man.
You got
a lifetime left.
It's just fine, son,
for your life to start now.
My, um -- My mother and father,
Kevin and Denise --
I know them well.
Well, they're elderly.
The old stork brought
a surprise
when the old stork
brought me.
Mm-hmm.
And I've been a dis--
worse than
a disappointment.
Whatever that is.
All kids
are mixed blessings.
WishI was mixed.
Aimingfor it.
If I can right my ship
with this franchise opportunity
and other ways, now.
Which other ways?
Loving them.
Treating them right.
Being not worse than
a fucking disappointment.
Come on over here.
All over,
at this moment,
all over,
people are falling down.
Okay, sir.You're on your feet now.
I got you.
Everyone does.
Okay, Pa.
Starting now, right?
Yeah, starting now.
[ Pats back ]
New Leaf: Slower going than
we were hoping, but...
But what?
Well, uh, my mom and dad
said they could, uh,
bolster us through
the third quarter here.
They'd...bolster us
through it.
Your parents' accounts
are Our Lady accounts.
They invest through
a greater account
the church controls,
Tracy.
I know it. That's -- That's
why I'm here to get it.
Little to get.
What?
Little to get
left there.
[ Sighs ] We're cursed,
your parents and me.
How?
Cursed with sons.
I have one.
Loved him through it all,
like your mother and father,
Kevin and Denise,
have loved you through it all.
Through violence,
through your...ugliness, Tracy.
Then he returned
after a prodigal period.
And I made the great mistake
of placing faith in him.
The way Kevin and Denise
placed faith in you.
Then gone with some
of our funds, my son.
So, if our store goes,
they can't bolster us through,
then, uh, what, they lost --
they lost it all, Pa?
Everything that they put in
to get it started?
All their savings?
I'm afraid so, Tracy.
"Cursed with sons,"
as the saying goes.
What's the --
What's the saying?
"Blessed with faith,
cursed with sons."
What's that mean?
Sons fuck up.
Don't they, son?
What's your boy's name?
Paul Allen.
Paul Allen Brown.
How fucking long
is he gonna keep us here?
Isn't he supposed to rotate that
fucking thing now and then?
Hey!
Aren't you supposed to rotate
that thing now and then?
Just another moment.
Seriously, man.
Fuck.
My kid's waiting
at daycare!
Just another moment.
Unbelievable.
Fucking unbelievable!
Can I go at some point
this winter?
Guy?
Einstein?
Seriously, come on!
Fucking idiot.
Oh, fuck.
Just trying to keep you safe,
motherfucker!
Man: Jesus Christ!
I'll fucking rotate
that shit for you, bitch!
Jailer: Paul Allen Brown?
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Jailer:
Paul Allen Brown?
Shit.
Paul Brown?
Yeah?
Get the fuck up.
[ Cell door opens ]
Getting out today,
Paul Allen?
Uh, I hope so.
Me too.
'Cause I'm getting
out today, too.
Fuck.
So...
I'm Wesley Walker.
I'm a Texas Ranger.
This is New Mexico.
Aware of that.
The Rangers have
a jurisdictional alliance
with other states.
It means I bring
Texas with me
when it concerns murder.
Murder?
Paul, how did you come
to know Theresa Williams?
From...
Just from the area.
From Greater Austin?
Yes.
At times.
At times?
Yeah.
What does that mean?
Just...yeah.
Okay.
You have
an interesting history.
Thank you.
Oh, I don't know.
That wasn't
a compliment.
There are gaps in it.
Why don't you just tell me
about yourself?
My father runs
a church here.
Right.
And he had the church
in Greater Austin.
Right.
"Paul Brown is cool.
He taught me cool stuff.
His dad is
our new preacher."
That's from her diary,
written two weeks
before we found her handcuffed
and dead on a riverbed.
Six years ago,
just before you went missing.
Now here you are.
What did you teach her?
What "cool stuff"?
I have to be going.
Going where?
I should be going.
My mother and father
were killed.
I'm sorry.
There's a thousand
awful odds and ends and I...
They were killed
two days ago in Mexico.
In Mexico?
Yeah.
Someone has been trying
very hard
to reach you
from Mexico.
You've had four calls
from there.
[ Cellphone vibrating ]
Hmm.
You can get it.
It's cool.
I'll get it after
I get out of here.
I have sad calls
to make.
[ Vibrating continues ]
Can we talk later?
We can.
You probably have
more questions.
Oh, I do.
That's awful.
How's that?
About the riverbed.
That's awful.
And I want to help.
As soon as this
family...moment passes,
I'll be of
all the help I can.
Swear.
Thank you.
Can I go?
You always could go.
I'm just asking
some questions.
Mm-hmm.
Someone put me in a cell.
That was me.
I wanted to sharpen you up.
We're discussing
your potential involvement
in a capital crime,
a murder.
Which, in Texas,
carries with it
a dark consequence.
Maybe it's good
to have some time
to think about
your important answers.
Are you allowed
to do that?
I'm a Texas Ranger.
Your name's Walker.
What's that?
"Walker Texas Ranger."
And?
And...that's
Chuck Norris.
Chuck what?
Chuck Norris.
Chuck Norris.
You can say it all you want,
I don't know who that is.
It's a show.
I don't watch shows.
Lift your left pant leg,
please.
Whoa. What?
I applied for and was
granted a court order,
granted due to your long
stretches of disappearance.
Lift your left pant leg.
The state of Texas can't
risk you disappearing again.
The order allows for
your detention if you refuse.
Go on.
Lift your pant leg, Brown.
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♪♪
[ Ankle monitor clicks ]
♪♪
As a person of interest
in the murder
of Theresa Sincere Williams,
you are obligated
to an accounting
of your whereabouts.
♪♪
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Hey!
How's your eyesight?
What?
How's your eyesight,
guy?
It's pretty good.
Good.
Good for you, guy.
Although...
Although, what?
The muscular harness
that holds your pupil
fatigues over time.
Vision weakens.
Happens to us all.
And we all have to
go over to McCallen
for fucking eyewear now
because there's not
an eyewear store in Half Acre.
Okay.
Thanks.
Yeah. No problem.
Okay.
See ya.
There used to be.
Used to be what?
An eyewear
specialty store.
Here.
A LensCrafters.
Cool.
Yeah. [ Laughs ]
Yeah.
It was cool.
Prompt service, a real
customer-first kind of place,
and free eye exams
for juniors under 14.
[ Glass shatters ]
Okay.
It's gone.
Okay.
Guess I'll go over
to McCallen
when my harness fatigues
or whatever.
Yeah. You will.
Yeah, you sure will.
See ya, man.
Oh, $26,000 back.
Or I'm gonna get ya.
You know what
I'm talking about.
Kind of.
Paul: I'm at kung fu practice.
I can't meet you right now.
Meet me in an hour,
and I'll explain everything.
Kung fu practice?
This dude just sort of
arrested me, Paul.
Yah!
Fuck.
[ Cellphone rings ]
Hey, you still
have him?
Hector: Yeah, he's secure.
He's in the ice cream van.
In the ice cream van?
Yeah.
What's so secure about
an ice cream van?
Why -- Why isn't he
in a cell or something?
Oh, no, he's
going to a cell.
I'm taking him
to a Super Max.
We only have two
in the whole...
I'm -- I'm taking
him to Monterrey.
In an ice cream van?
Uh, yeah. I mean, no,
it's -- it's secure.
It's -- It's
a fake ice cream truck.
It's what we use to transport
cartel members
due to
cartel killing guards
in the regular prison
transport vans
in escapes.
That's fucked up.
Yeah, well, it gets
even more fucked up.
How?
Well, sometimes we have
the cartels driving up
in beer trucks or, uh,
mattress factory fake trucks.
And so, sometimes here
you see ice cream guys
shooting it out with
mattress delivery guys.
It's Mexico.
Fucked up.
Yeah, but, uh,
they ain't chasing after
this old weird guy,
so I-I think
we should be okay.
What?
I need $2,000.
What?
Yeah, man.
Like, right now.
I have a fucking ankle thing
on my ankle.
I have a situation
with my angel.
This has fucked up
my plan.
I bought her a bracelet
with a money order.
I was gonna put the cash
in to cover it.
Look, my wife gonna look
at my bank balance,
and here I am hauling this guy
to a Super Max.
Also, you should've told me this
old guy is not just an old guy.
I didn't know that, man.
His son didn't tell me.
Yeah, there's a lot of stuff
he didn't tell me.
I'm -- I'm standing
out here wearing
a fucking
ankle bracelet.
Yeah, well, that's what
I bought her, an ankle bracelet.
Now I'm in
this bad situation.
It's not that
kind of bracelet.
What kind is it?
It's the kind that
an old Texas Ranger
puts on you
for a murder.
Fuck.
Yeah. I need that money, man.
Get that thing off,
get the fuck down here.
Well, how do I get it off?
It's like a fucking metal cage.
There's a way, man.
It happens here.
If you go to the emergency room,
they'll take it off.
They have
emergency tools.
Okay. Cool.
If you get bit
by a rattlesnake.
What? What?
I'm supposed to just find a --
find a fucking
rattlesnake?
Yeah, man.
You're in New Mexico.
They're everywhere.
Go find a rattlesnake,
let it bite you,
go to the emergency room.
They'll take it off,
give you the antidote,
then get the fuck down here
and put that money in the bank,
or I'm gonna let go of this
fucking crazy, old guy, man.
I swear.
I'm -- I'm sorry, man,
but my wife,
she's gonna see
our bank balance,
and she's gonna --
she can be so cruel to me
in front of our sons.
Make me seem small
in their eyes, you know?
When you get to be my age,
it's hard not to put on pounds,
you know what I'm saying,
and once they're on,
they ain't coming off,
and...
She taunts me, man.
She's cruel, you know?
It does harm to my relationship
with me and my sons.
Anyway, I'm --
I'm -- I'm afraid of her.
So, money, man.
Or I'm gonna let him go.
Okay.
Let's exercise.
Exercise.
Fuck you.
Come on, man.
I mean, just exercise like...
It's -- It's good
for your frame of mind
on these long trips
where you're restrained.
Look, we allow prisoners
exercise breaks. Come on.
Youexercise.
I'm in tip-top.
You're a fat fuck.
Oh, come on, man.
Let your blood flow.
Spanish fatty.
Just so you know,
five years ago,
I was in
pretty good shape.
I got a little stressed out
with things at home now.
You know what? Get the fuck
back in the ice cream van.
Go.
I need a beer.
♪♪
Pa: I was 7 when it
dawned on me there was no God,
the afternoon they wheeled my
mom on past, and on the way out,
banged her head
on the front doorframe.
[ Thud ]I can still hear that sound.
Softer than you'd think.
More give, like a fruit.
Like some melon,
but less use then to me.
Aunts? None. Uncles? No.
Cousins? One, lockup.
Father? [ Laughs ]
Next day, orphan --
comb death fight.
Fucking fights
for my fucking comb.
It wasn't about
the fucking comb.
It was about the fucking fight.
Fucking fighting
to put me bottom.
For a certain sort of person,
when he finds himself there,
all he thinks about
is getting into the middle,
then getting on fucking top.
I'm this sort, and no one
took my fucking comb.
♪♪
[ Conversations in Spanish ]
Care to know why there's never
been any Mexicans
on the moon?
Don't talk.
You know, I've never
really thought about it.
Okay, why not?
Nations in space --
Americans, Russians, Chinese,
the English,
never a Mexican.
Why not?
Ambition, assertiveness,
can-do attitudes,
all of which are required
for that monumental endeavor.
Yeah?Mexicans don't have those.
Whoa. Okay.Home of the siesta.
Okay. That's Spain.
Shut the fuck up.
[ Sighs ]
Fatty takes a nap.
Fuck.
Fatty's had it.
Shut the fuck up.
I'm resting my eyes.
I've been driving all day
with my eyes in the sun.
Men are writing novels
at this moment, Dozer.
Well, Iam writing
a novel, too, by the way,
you fucking asshole.
It's more like
a detective novel.
I have 36 pages,
and it's pretty good,
so shut the fuck up.
God damn it.
[ Sighs ]
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Pa: There are a few
psychological techniques
I happened on to get topwise.
"Starting today," I call one --
used to dupe, say,
damaged parishioners
into believing I can help them
via accessing their savings,
change their lives
for the better.
Hope.
Its counterpart I call
"Starting tomorrow."
Starting tomorrow is a technique
I enjoy
whereby I quietly break
a person's fortitude down,
inspiring in them feelings
of self-loathing,
which results in them
relinquishing
important degrees of control.
I make them, without them
knowing, simply say "fuck it,"
and lapse back into
shaky behavior, despair,
and in that state,
I prey on them.
You've begun
moderate crown balding.
You should
cap back up.
Stay capped, Pedro --
my two cents.
Shut the fuck up --
my two cents.
[ Chuckles ]
Also, during your lunch,
two man-sized baskets
of tortilla chips.
Good decision?
Sitting well with you,
you gluttonous fucker?
Jesus Christ.
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May I have
one of those beers?
No, it's against
regulations.
Is it against regulations
to conspire to abduct
a fucking
elderly couple and --
Yeah. Well, I --
I-I had my reasons,
and no harm
will come to you, okay?
May I have one
of those beers, please?
My mind is racing
with concern for my wife.
She's safe.
I'm sick to my stomach.
I need settling.
Don't be.
She's okay,
and you're gonna be okay
in a couple of weeks.
No one was gonna get hurt,
and you're the only one
who's hurt anyone so far,
by the way.
Tedium.
What?
This is tedium, rolling on,
just rolling on here.
Tell me about this
detective novel.
Oh, okay.
Um, it's, uh,
sort of a thriller
with a little whodunit
action,
based on some real events
of mine,
some exciting
real events of mine.
And, um, some
really cool inventions
and an elaborate
plot line.
Small-town mayor
gets murdered
in the middle of
the fucking night.
And, um,
the sexy guy sheriff
has to go up against
the system to solve it.
And he has this
new young lady partner.
The lady did it.
How the fuck
did you know that?
The story's inane.
May I have a beer?
No.
W-What's "inane"?
May I have just
one beer, please?
What's inane?
It'll hurt your feelings.
Just give me a beer, and then
we can be quiet for some time.
Look, I-I worked on this thing
a really long time now.
It means, um, fucking stupid,
uh, simple-minded.
Um, it's immensely familiar,
your story.
From what?
From other shitty
detective stories.
Okay.
Shut the fuck up again.
Hackneyed.
What? I-I don't under--
Unexceptional,
lesser, weak.
It took me five years
to write that thing.
36 pages, 5 years...
You know what?
I got a lot going on.
I got a family.
That's seven pages a year.
Little more.
Not much more.
Shut the fuck up.
Are you hopeful this dreck
will distinguish you?
Add honor and accomplishment
to a life that has little?
Shut the fuck up,
please.
Should be in the bin.
Quiet, man.
Chuck it.
Shut the fuck up.
Move on
to the next failure.
Okay, if I give you a beer,
will you shut the fuck up?
Yes.
[ Brakes squeal ]
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[ Can tab pops ]
♪♪
Okay?
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James: Excuse me?
I'm looking for the comptroller
of the Perpetual Grace Church --
Scotty Sholes.
I'm Scotty Sholes.
I'm Paul Brown.
Stop walking
toward me.
I'm...
What?
Don't walk closer to me.
Like, closer than this?
Remain across the field.
Okay.
But I have to tell you
something,
and I don't
wanna shout it.
'Cause it's personal.
Don't sit close to me.
Your father
had a unique...
Their assets
are in trust,
held by Our Lady of
Perpetual Grace, Limited.
The simplest way
to proceed
would be
to dissolve the trust
and assign control
of the assets to you.
But it's going to take some time
to process the estate,
particularly given
its value,
which is greater than
$4 million.
Hm.
Yes.
Like...two weeks?
Two weeks?
Yeah.
Are you retarded?
A-Am I what?
Retarded?
That seems...
that word, uh...
out of character.
For who?
You.
You don't know
my character.
I know yours, though.
You're rotten.
And retarded.
I guess.
[ Sniffles ]
It'll take 90 days.
No less.
It's Perpetual Grace, Limited,
not Inc.
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James:
You tell a guy that, man.
If you're asking this guy
to be you, you tell a guy
you're a person
of special interest.
Paul: I didn't know!
Well, what do you
know about it?
'Cause, man,
that's fucked up.
No way.
No way what?
No way, man.
Ever.
What?
Never, ever.
I would never, ever
hurt someone.
Check it out.
Magic, man!
Remember?
It's my thing.
I was teaching
her escapes.
She was a cool kid.
And she was really good.
But she pushed it,
I guess.
Poor thing.
There was no killing, man.
I would never, ever.
Magic.
She was a magic kid.
Let's stay the plan.
We're close.
I hurt someone, man.
Pawn shop kid.
I cracked him in the head.
Gotta wear
a fucked-up helmet now.
$4 million.
You could buy that kid a --
a really cool helmet.
Like a -- Like a gold helmet
or something.
Fuck.
Fuck what?
Fuck, all right.
All right.
All right.
[ Inhales deeply ]
Fuck.
Now, let's go get you bit
by a rattlesnake!
Let me try something
less rattlesnake first.
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Remember me?
Yeah.
You bought me a shake,
taught me some vocab.
Paul.
Yeah.
Yeah.
I appreciate that,
because small talk's really
the only kind of talk I got.
Cool.
So, I'm new in town.
Yeah.
Cool.
Yeah, I don't really have
any friends here,
except for you.
Wonder if you'd
do me a favor?
I need someone to go to
Mexico for a day, today.
Are we friends?
I bought you
that shake.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah, well,
don't you think we need
like a couple more
shared experiences --
Well, this can be one,
totally.
What can?
You going
to Mexico for me.
For what?
Give a guy some money.
I would, but I have
this parent thing,
this dead-parent
thing that's...
Yeah.
...you know.
Um, is it illegal?
No.
He's a cop.
Ow.
What?
What?
You just said, "Ow."
Oh. It hurts.
What hurts?
My head.
Shiny things
hurt my head.
Like, shiny things.
Like diamonds or...
Yeah.
Or, like, light.
Light?
Yes.
Like any light,
that's like all around?
Like, natural,
like, normal light?
Yes.
What's the prognosis?
The what?
What's the doctor say
your head will feel like
in, like,
future tomorrows?
In future tomorrows,
my head will...
I don't know, man.
Sometimes words hurt
in my head,
and I have to
stop listening.
Words?
Yes, words.
Sounds.
What, like --
like all sounds?
Yes.
And all light?
Yes.
All light and all sounds
hurt your head?
Yes. Intensely.
So -- Fuck.
What are you supposed to do,
just walk around
in a blindfold and earmuffs
for the rest
of your life?
Yeah, they're just, um --
they're in the wash,
'cause I've been wearing
them nonstop, so...
[ Dryer signal buzzes ]
Oh. Excuse me.
[ Bell jingles ]
[ Door opens ]
So...you were saying
you want me to go to Mexico
and do something
important?
Cool.
Let's do it.
I'm gonna get back to you
on the Mexico thing.
Cool.
Looking forward.
Yeah.
Never really been
out of Kilroy.
Okay.
All right.
See ya.
Take care, man.
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Hector: Want me to
throw out your beer?
Pa: I'm still
working on it.
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Got one beer left.
You want it?
Thank you, no.
I'm not quite done
with this one.
[ Sighs ]
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[ Sighs ]
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Get it.
Get the rhythm. Get the rhythm.
There we go.
There we fucking go.
Get it.
Get the rhythm. Get the rhythm.
There we go.
There we fucking go.
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