01x02 - Dusty Finish

[bunniefuu]

Previously on Heels

Whoo!

You and your brother gotta be good

to each other tonight, you hear?

Oh, there he is.

Jack Spade.

So why are you here?

Ace.

Suits from up north

sent me to scout him.

The locker room's

for wrestlers, not valets.

I'm not just a valet. I can wrestle.

Baby's coming, and Melanie,

she don't get what we get about it.

Jack, I'm retiring.

Hey, I heard about Ace.

That's a big opportunity.

Yes, it is. Yeah. Yeah.

Who you think your dad would have win?

Don't matter. He's dead.

This is gonna be awesome.

Tale as old as time.

Brothers sparring. Cain and Abel.

I go wrestle the match of my life.

I get to leave, and you stay here

forever.

Jack, you're gonna hurt him.

I know. You're gonna have to call it.

- Jack!

- Jack.

Jack! Jack, stop!

Ring the bell!

Till you end up k*lling

yourself, like Dad.

I woke up to ♪

The morning sky first ♪

Baby blue ♪

Just like we rehearsed ♪

When I get up off this ground ♪

I shake leaves back down ♪

To the brown, brown brown, brown ♪

Till I'm clean ♪

With all my favorite colors yes, sir ♪

My sisters and my brothers ♪

See 'em like no other ♪

All my favorite colors ♪

It's a good day to be

a good day for me ♪

A good day to see ♪

My favorite colors, colors ♪

My sisters and my brothers ♪

They see 'em like no other ♪

All my favorite colors ♪

Hey, there.

- Good morning.

- Morning, Jack.

I been all around ♪

This big spinning rock ♪

Nothing compares

to what this town's got ♪

People are the best

that I've ever seen ♪

This is the picture

of the American Dream ♪

Hey, man.

Get here when you can.

- I think you got my chair.

- No, no, no.

All the chairs are my chairs.

You want a chair that works,

get here on time.

But let's go sell the sh*t

out of some mowers.

Hey, what happened to your eye?

I thought wrestling was fake.

Yes ♪

I got a message for Jack Spade

and all those hacks at the DWL.

The South belongs to me!

That's a crazy m*therf*cker right there.

Hey, now, if you had one wish,

what would it be?

That you stop watching

them stupid-ass promos

and focus on spotting me.

Now come on, I got you, baby.

Now, rerack it, 'cause

you know I curl with this.

One wish, eh?

- A honey bun.

- Like from the gas station?

Yeah, man. Glazed. Cinnamon.

Oh, dude, those things are so good.

- Yes.

- If you want diabetes.

I didn't say 50 f*cking honey buns.

Get the f*ck out of here.

Looks f*cking awesome, right?

I went to Atlanta yesterday

to be an extra in a superhero movie,

and, uh, after they painted us,

we just sat around all night,

we got ate up my mosquitos,

and I never got on camera,

but it was totally worth it,

because when I saw myself in the mirror,

I was like, "Holy sh*t, this is it.

This is your character".

Turquoise.

Hey, Willie, I got a new character.

It's called Turquoise.

Nope.

Hey, assholes and I say that

with frustration

and not affection next time

the smoke alarm beeps,

don't fetch me.

Fetch yourselves a new battery

and f*cking fix it yourselves.

Good morning, Willie. How are you today?

You seem good.

Look, uh

none of us have heard from Jack,

and tickets still ain't on sale.

Yeah, please don't cancel the show.

There's gonna be a show.

He's just finishing the script.

Wait, wait, wait, now,

if he didn't already have

this week's script written,

then why he do Ace like that?

Probably working on a hot

new angle for Turquoise.

Awesome. You already told him?

Did you text him?

I didn't see you text

I'm confused.

Sick of the f*cking drama, man.

Ace splits, and we all take

the hit. This is bullshit.

Chill. We all got chops.

DWL will be fine.

Now, you know what?

You one full-glass, honey bun-eating

m*therf*cker, aren't you?

Nah, bro. That's gratitude.

Gratitude for another day sober.

Listen, we'll be fine.

Fine? Nah, we all saw what went down.

Huh? That wasn't fine.

If that's how Jack treats his brother

Like, come on, what happens

when he makes it like one of us

is gonna get our sh*t at the title belt?

How you think he gonna treat us?

My favorite thing about

this mower is the cupholder,

so you can crush some beers

while you work.

You see, beers turn work into play.

But look, I'm only 26.

Jack here can tell you the difference

a riding mower makes over a push mower

when you're the man of the house.

- Jack?

- Heard my name.

- How are you?

- Good. How are you doing?

Good. Good.

- You got kids?

- Two boys, eight and ten.

Man, I was super close with my old man.

You know, truth be told,

I can't I can never smell

fresh-cut grass and not think of him.

I'd always sit on his lap,

help him mow the yard.

We had a football field worth of lawn.

He had a bad knee.

So we-we actually ended up

with a-with a riding mower.

It was an older model

but a lot like this.

And when my mom wasn't looking,

he'd let me drive.

Wasn't a chore.

It was a it was an escape.

For both of us. Now I got a young son.

He just loves sitting on my lap,

helping cut the grass.

And, of course,

there's the, uh, cupholder.

Ain't no doubt this is some mower.

But to be honest, it's my oldest son.

He needs the exercise.

He needs to witness a man

standing and pushing.

Well, how are you fixed for push mowers

or, uh, leaf blowers?

All set. I appreciate your time, though.

- Well

- Thanks. Really.

That guy drove here wanting us

to sell him a riding mower,

and you had to go all theatrical.

"This is Jack, man of the house".

- That's how you teed it up.

- No.

No, I teed up,

"When your wife's bitching

and your kids are moaning,

it's nice to get drunk

cutting the yard".

Not all wives bitch,

and not all kids moan, Timmy.

If he can't afford a new riding mower,

then he can't afford a new riding mower.

The guy drove up

in a Platinum Ford F-350.

- Oh, sh*t.

- He could afford it.

- Okay?

- All right. Yeah.

Look, I know my grandaddy

admired your flair

for sales, Jack,

but this is my store now.

And it's Tim now. I ain't a kid anymore.

Also, that shiner freaks people out.

Borrow some of your wife's makeup.

Hey, want to help me learn a song?

Uh, can it wait 'til later?

- What the hell?

- Thomas!

Are you okay?

It's squirrels. We got

squirrels in the attic.

- Can we play with them?

- Squirrels are like rats

with bushier tails

we gotta get rid of 'em.

- Please don't k*ll them.

- All right.

We'll talk to your father.

Getting rid of squirrels

is his department.

Goal!

That's a dramatic entrance.

What, Timmy on the warpath again?

Didn't hit him, so there's that.

Excellent.

Hey, I want to talk to you

about some house stuff.

Uh, yeah. I-I gotta finish the script.

Well, your mom called.

She wants to talk to you about Ace.

Yep!

Oh, Ace!

Ace.

Oh, I'm gonna b*at your ass again.

Yes!

Ooh, one more time.

Hey, don't call him again.

Dude, he saw me knock

the dog sh*t out of Jack.

Wild Bill said, "Make sure

some punches land for real".

I gave him exactly what he wanted.

I know, but you been calling

him for two days straight.

Can't you see I'm on the phone?

Hey, Bill. It's, uh, Ace again.

Uh, just waiting around

with my d*ck in my hand.

Uh, actually, no, it's in a

it's in a woman's hand.

Anyway, I was just wondering

if you got my messages.

Ace! Dinner's ready!

I'm on the phone, Mama!

- God damn it!

- Hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

You're an amazing wrestler.

Ace. Hey. Get up. Let's wrestle.

- Mama, I was on a work call.

- Ace, sit. It's getting cold.

- Hi, Mrs. Spade.

- Another casserole. You hungry?

Yeah, there's only enough

for you and me.

It's a casserole.

I made dinner for two.

Mama, it's a casserole.

You know, thank y'all,

but I gotta get home anyway.

I got work early tomorrow, so

It's always good to get your rest.

Wait.

How is he?

So you been here all day,

screwing my son in my tiny home

that's built so I can hear everything,

and you didn't even ask him he's doing?

I'm r-I'm really sorry about the noise.

- If-if

- You care about that boy,

you'll leave him alone, you hear?

- We're partners.

- No.

That's all scripted, especially

the stuff with you and Ace.

Now, don't start thinking it's real.

It's fake.

Now, You tell Jack and Willie

- I don't really talk much

- You tell him and Willie

and the other jezebels

they got working for 'em

that Ace is gonna make a clean break.

Start building a regular

life for himself.

Ace is really lucky

his mom cares so much.

Let me know if y'all need anything.

You're late.

Can only be late for a date, Gully.

You like that new promo I sent you?

What's not to like?

Perfectly portrays your brand.

Florida Wrestling Dystopia

is the new face of family entertainment.

Nothing says Florida family

quite like your barbwire

nipple ring guy.

- They call him The Hole.

- That's clever.

- And he has a lot of heat.

- Mm.

All my guys got heat.

I'm winning, and Jack

is f*cking losing it.

I mean, what the f*ck was he thinking?

He turned your guys' one star, Ace,

- into a joke with the fans.

- Okay.

And all while Wild Bill

was there scouting.

That's why he did it, right?

To keep his cash cow from leaving.

You know, where I'm from,

they call that being

a jealous douchebag.

Can I get you something?

- Uh, just a coffee, please.

- All right.

Guys get chippy in the ring

all the time.

Jack versus Ace is the DWL. Or was.

If I'm you, I'm thinking, next event,

does anybody even show up?

Ace's tears made him more human.

Stop saying stupid sh*t

you don't believe.

- Here you go.

- Thank you.

Johnny Marr said you want

to invest in the DWL.

I'm not investing in f*ck all.

I want to buy the Dome.

The Dome's not for sale.

Jack's behind on a lot of bills,

a lot, a lot of bills.

I'm offering you a bailout

before foreclosure.

- Okay.

- I need a base in Georgia

for my ever-expanding empire.

I'll even give you a job if you want.

I thought you moved to Florida

to make money in fishing.

I did. I have.

But, you know, climate change

and all, future's bleak.

I needed a new interest. I found one.

Well, Jack's not looking for a partner.

I mean, maybe he'd consider

a silent investor.

Oh, really? Would he put that

under consideration?

f*ck out of here, okay?

I'm not investing with a douchebag

who deliberately f*cked

with my livelihood

by running his mouth about me

on two different wrestling podcasts.

Charlie Gully's a hack

and a carpetbagger.

He should be shipped

out of town in a steel coffin

or whatever it is

he holds his bait worms in.

He was comparing and contrasting.

His father had just d*ed.

Boo-hoo. Get in line.

Watch the f*cking Lion King.

Circle of life.

Jack's a conceited little f*ck.

And you know something,

I have him to thank,

because FWD was just a lark

until he publicly mocked me.

Lark or livelihood? It can't be both.

Well, you gotta lark the right lark.

Jack's gonna get his ass handed to him.

You want to come after him,

you know where he is.

I'm not coming after him, Willie.

I'm already here.

Do you know why your show sucks, Gully?

It's partly that you're

a latecomer to this business

with no real sense of its history,

but, mostly, it's that

you're not from here.

You think 'cause these folks

are poor, they're dumb,

and that since they're dumb,

they just want to see violent shitheads

getting busted open with baseball bats.

But they come to our shows

'cause they want to see a good story.

Doesn't matter how fancy the arena is

or whether anybody bleeds.

Just that they care.

That they really, truly

give a sh*t about the guys,

their guys in the ring,

laughing, raging,

and, yeah, tearing up.

That's why, with a fifth of your budget,

we're still your competition.

That's why one day soon,

DWL's gonna be the competition.

I don't think you're supposed

to smoke in here.

f*ck you.

Jack's ego is gonna be

the downfall of the DWL.

Jump ship before you go down with it.

Okay, so real talk,

how long has DWL been

teasing Jack versus Ace?

And the match is over in 30 seconds?

Less than that, man.

Jack Spade is ripping

people off it's pathetic.

- f*ck that!

- f*ck that.

- Jack Spade can suck my

- Dinnertime.

Maybe headphones next time?

Yeah. Sorry.

Dad, is Uncle Ace okay?

Y well, I I think that he's

Squirrels!

Yeah, that's what I was trying

to tell you about earlier

they're in the attic.

We need to do something about it.

- Like keep them as pets?

- That'd be neat.

It's just the attic.

Where they'll chew up

our electrical wire

and then defecate all over

our Christmas decorations.

- It's Willie.

- Thank you.

Please, Mama.

What if I promise

to clean up all the poop?

Don't talk with your mouth full.

What the hell did Gully want?

He made an offer to buy the Dome.

Oh, f*ck him!

f*ck him!

For how much?

It doesn't matter. f*ck that guy.

Look, I need the script

for the next show.

Last week was a sh*t show.

That script better be great.

Gully's scared.

That's why he's trying to buy us out.

He knows the Dome has been SRO

for the last five shows,

and he knows that

we're about to blow up.

Okay? We're about to blow up

bigger than ever before.

Interesting choice of words.

What about you and Ace?

Ace isn't on the card.

I ain't talking about wrestling.

Just check your email.

I'll get you the script later.

Whoa!

Hey, Crystal, come suplex us.

I've had a long day, guys.

But you're the best at it.

- Come on.

- Please?

- Please?

- Please?

No crying this time, all right?

Crystal has entered the squared circle,

and as always, she's

here to whup some ass!

My turn! My turn now.

Oh, yeah? You want to go?

You're scared of us.

Hey, man. How's it going?

Just doing what I do.

Got your voice mails, all 14 of them.

Yeah, sorry for, uh, blowing you up.

I was just trying to figure out

what the next steps are exactly.

Tell me how a developmental

contract works.

About all that, uh, I'm gonna

have to pump the brakes

'til I can get back to Duffy,

reevaluate.

Oh.

That sh*t with you breaking down like

well like a four-year-old

who found a dead goldfish,

that wasn't a good look.

I know it wasn't supposed

to go that way,

but you gotta be ready.

You're always performing,

always making an impression.

If I were you, I'd hop on

with some rival promotion,

like the one, uh, that Yankee cocksucker

Charlie Gully's running to get Jack back

by tanking the DWL into the ground.

Dystopia, as ludicrous as it is,

they're the ones on the come.

This business sort of ends bad

no matter what.

Least you're young.

You get to go awhile longer.

Just is what it is, kid.

Yeah.

Just is what it is.

Everything okay with Willie?

Uh, yeah, she just

she's up my ass about

the script for next weekend.

You always manage to get it done.

You know, maybe it wouldn't

be such a bad idea

if you took a little break

after this week, recharge,

spend some time with Thomas.

He likes soccer now, doesn't

know much how to play it.

What's to learn?

You run and kick the ball.

You run again.

Can't even kick the ball

with the grass so long.

Hey.

If I ease up now, I might as well fold.

Charlie Gully's just

he's legit trying

to start a territory w*r

like it's the 1980s all over again.

You don't remember the '80s.

I-I know what I read

and what I've been told, what I've seen.

I just need to watch my back right now.

I need I need to keep grinding.

That's it, all right?

Have you watched the videos

of your match with Ace?

I haven't been able to.

I went over there yesterday

just to check up on him,

and he wouldn't even

come out of his room.

Honey, I don't want to talk about this.

Honey, I love you. I like when you talk.

I want to know how you're feeling.

I'm feeling like I don't want to talk.

It can help process it.

Help me process it.

Then you talk.

Why? Why did you do that to him?

You're just asking questions.

Questions that require me to talk,

- and I just told you I don't want to.

- What if this was,

like, his one chance for something big?

- All right.

- And now he's just

He's your brother.

You need to talk to him, Jack.

What do you suggest I say?

You say you're sorry.

I did what I did for his own good.

Jesus, what does that even mean?

Come on.

Look, you need to cancel the next show.

You need to cancel it

until you can talk to Ace

and say you're sorry.

Please-please keep your voice down.

And say you're sorry

'cause he's your brother,

not because you need him

for the wrestling.

You don't need to keep reminding me

- that he's my brother.

- He had a chance for something big,

and if he don't get another one

look, it may not bother you now,

but I know that my brilliant,

creative, storytelling husband,

who, by the way, is a very good talker

when he knows what

he's passionate about,

should acknowledge

that his not talking now,

it doesn't mean that he doesn't know

that eventually he's gonna have

to talk to his baby brother

about why he did what he did.

- I can't cancel the show.

- Why?

There are people there

that rely on these shows to make money.

No one makes their living

from wrestling anymore.

We can. I can.

How?

This is all not fair.

Okay.

Well, I'm gonna sleep on the couch.

- No, no, no, no, no.

- No, it's fine.

Couch is more comfortable anyway.

Yeah, you remember

when we needed a new mattress

and you bought

a pyrotechnic system instead?

Yeah.

Good night.

Good night.

Devastating forest fires

are raging out of control

throughout the Northwest

Hello?

Oh, oh, my goodness.

Ace!

Honey, you sleeping?

Ace?

sh*t.

- What's wrong?

- Your brother's gone.

He's missing. Jim called me.

Melanie's gone into labor, and

Jim's having his baby?

Melanie's having the baby.

Jack, would you listen to me?

Now-now, Jim's been trying Ace's cell,

but the door is locked, so I went round

and the window's wide open.

And he left his phone.

- He's probably just out, Mom.

- No, this is different.

I can tell. He's-he's not himself.

He's not he's not good.

He's not himself.

I'll be there in a few minutes.

What are you doing here?

Big Jim texted me. He's worried.

This opportunistic, parasitic tart

checked in on him but not you.

Not his own brother.

Not 'til it may be too late.

He tries not to show it,

but do you know

how sad he was afterward?

Maybe he went to the arena?

That's the last place he'd go.

He probably went to Lucky Stand.

Make it right, Jack. He's your brother.

I'm aware.

Can I help you?

No. But maybe I can help you.

What, you think I want to stay with her?

- Can I have one?

- No.

I won't throw up.

Don't care.

What's Lucky Stand?

Your mom is worried

he might do something stupid.

Well, he loves himself far too much

to do something like that, I assure you.

So you think he's okay?

His sock drawer was open. It

His sock drawer's where I

taught him to hide his whiskey.

He's in the bag. It's just-just

a matter of where.

Well, I thought he just drinks beer.

On occasion, Arbor Mist,

but he won't touch liquor.

Yeah, well, maybe you don't know him

as well as you think you do.

Lucky Stand's a piece of property

belongs to a friend of our dad's,

and I used to hunt there

when I was a kid.

Call it Lucky Stand

'cause it was lucky for me

but not for the deer, and, uh

well, things got shitty

at home sometimes,

and, uh

when they did, I'd

grab Ace, and, uh

I'd take him there.

It's a good place to hide out.

Your dad, he was

Yeah.

Yeah, my mom too.

Gin.

God, you'd rather wreck

than k*ll a stupid possum?

I thought you grew up hunting.

Well, I always felt

like sh*t after, so

Okay.

Ace!

Hey.

Ace.

f*ck sakes, Ace, come on.

Where'd you go?

Maybe it was you, maybe it was

me, but it sure felt right ♪

Come on, now.

Maybe it was Memphis ♪

Maybe it was Southern summer nights ♪

Maybe it was you ♪

Maybe it was me

but it sure felt right ♪

Come on, now.

Maybe it was Memphis ♪

Maybe it was Southern summer nights ♪

Maybe it was you maybe it was me ♪

But it sure felt right ♪

Whoo!

- Yes. Yes, yes, thank you.

- Denise. Denise.

Come on, now.

Y'all give it up for that lovely

and well-lubricated rendition

of "Maybe It Was-It Was Memphis".

All right, uh, hey, I'm gonna

go ahead and take five.

There's a couple of spots open,

so go ahead and put your names down

if you want to sing, all right?

Look at you, big cat.

I haven't been in here forever.

I didn't know you did this sh*t.

You're a star, brother.

Yeah, bullshit, just something

to make some extra cash.

What the f*ck you doing here?

Just taking in the sights.

- Hey, señorita.

- Yeah?

Dos, uh, whiskey sh*ts, por favor.

Hey, I don't drink while I'm working.

They're for me.

You want me to call you a cab?

How do I put my name down?

I will give your name

to the cab company.

I meant for the singing.

Even if Ace stayed,

is there still a place for him?

Do you mean is there still

a place for you?

It's Rooster.

He's with Ace. sh*t.

I get stoned and sing all night long ♪

It's a family tradition ♪

Yeah ♪

Thank you, thank you, everyone.

Appreciate it.

Oh. Hey.

It's just beer, ladies.

Relax. It's all good.

Hey, Rooster, when it's my turn, buddy?

Uh, when am I up, man?

Come on, dude.

Ace of Spades, y'all.

Whoo!

Oh, I bet this is gonna be a sad song.

A real tearjerker.

Travis Davies. Man.

Holy sh*t, dude. I haven't

seen you in a minute.

How you doing, buddy?

I just saw you last weekend

getting your sh*t pushed in

by your brother.

Ha ha ha.

Ah, you're so funny, man.

Hey, you remember that time,

uh, you were a senior

and I struck your ass out as a freshman?

No, I don't.

But clearly it was a big

deal to you, though.

What do you say when it's over ♪

I don't know if I should say

anything at all ♪

One day we're rolling in the clover ♪

Next thing you know we take the fall ♪

Still, I wonder about ♪

The years since I first met you ♪

And the way it might

have been without you here ♪

Still upset you ♪

I just gotta make

the memory stand clear ♪

Is he up there crying?

Is he literally crying right now?

He's bad.

Would y'all shut the f*ck up?

Boo!

I'll take that. Boo!

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Right, right.

This is your f*cking life.

This is it.

The greatest part of your f*cking week

is coming to some sh*thole karaoke bar

in the middle of bumfuck nowhere.

Congratulations, Duffy! Y'all made it!

Whoo!

f*ck, yeah, f*cking, f*cking, f*ck.

You know what, f*ck you, man.

f*ck y'all, f*ck this place,

and f*ck Duffy, man.

Y'all are pathetic.

Hey! Get off the stage, you p*ssy.

What the f*ck you say?

You want to try and make me, Travie boy?

No, not really.

I'd hate to see you crying

like a little bitch again.

Who you calling a f*cking

p*ssy, Travie boy?

You want to come a little closer

so I can kiss you

before I f*ck you, huh?

Come on, buddy.

Oh, big man.

Oh, yeah, now we're gonna have some fun.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

- Big boy.

- That's what I thought.

Limp d*ck-ass p*ssy wrestler.

Can't fight unless it's fake.

Hey, hey.

Come get your crybaby little brother

and get out of here.

Excuse me?

Hey. Hey. We're leaving.

- Hi.

- Hey.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Are you f*cking crazy?

Put me down!

- All right. Ow!

- Whoo!

- Thanks for the backup, bro.

- m*therf*cker, this is my job.

- I need this money, man.

- Hey, hey, R-Rooster!

We'll pay for everything.

Get on back to your mom's

house, you f*cking losers.

Man, go for it.

Ain't nothing to break out

here but them fools.

- No, no, no, no, no.

- It's just like I thought.

Both a couple of pussies,

like your old man.

Huh? Yeah, come on.

Come on.

Let's go.

Holy sh*t, man!

You and me on the same side.

You see the look on people's faces?

They didn't know what to think.

How'd y'all like my finisher?

Yo, man, can we go to Krystal?

- No. No.

- Oh, come on, man.

I'm starving.

No, Ace. Mom's at home.

She's gonna sh*t her pants. No.

Mom's casserole sucks ass.

She made a casserole?

- Yeah.

- All right.

- Really?

- Yeah, all right.

Going to Krystal.

Just shut hey, shut the f*ck up.

We gonna get French fries ♪

We gonna get burgers ♪

We gonna get milkshakes ♪

All right, all right.

I'm going to Krystal's ♪

I'm going to Krystal's ♪

Take heart ♪

Take heart ♪

We are never far apart ♪

Be still ♪

Be still ♪

And your trust will be fulfilled ♪

Oh, Ace, you left your phone.

Big Jim's trying to get

in touch with you.

Melanie went into labor.

They're at the hospital now.

Take you there tomorrow.

I was thinking earlier.

How do we know a big black hole

isn't just gonna appear outside

of the Earth and swallow us up?

We don't know that can't happen, right?

If f*cking life can exist

out of nowhere,

couldn't it just end out of nowhere too?

Just 'cause something

that crazy hasn't happened

in seven billion years,

doesn't mean it couldn't happen now.

What would happen to us?

I don't know.

World would probably

start spinning real fast,

and we'd fall off.

We'd be dead.

Straightaway.

Yeah.

There might be that moment

you know, like you see

in disaster movies,

when everyone is screaming and yelling.

Funny thing about it is,

if you look on YouTube or online,

when people actually see their

their death

they ain't screaming.

It's just silence.

Then it'll all be over.

That's the scariest thing

I've ever heard.

What made you think of that?

Hey, Mom, can you grab a trash can

in case he yaks, please?

All right.

Hey.

I'll talk to you tomorrow, all right?

- Hey.

- Yeah?

I f*cking hate you.

You act like you're some kind of genius.

But you're not.

You're just a lawn mower salesman.

You ruined my f*cking life.

Hey, thank y'all for bringing him home.

You're welcome.

I'll see you.

Hey.

You know Ace didn't

even want to wrestle?

Not one bit.

I pushed him into it after our dad d*ed.

Holy Christ, it's coming up on a year.

This is

probably f*cked up to say,

but the thing with Ace,

his last-last show,

that was-that was

such a d*ck move like

the dickest move ever.

But I thought, for the story

and for his character

it was f*cking brilliant.

Seeing him tonight at the bar

he'd make a great heel.

Holy sh*t. What happened?

Was it

Uh-uh, no. Wasn't him.

I got it 'cause of Ace,

but it wasn't him.

How is he?

How are you?

- Here.

- Thank you.

Charlie Gully wants to buy the Dome.

It might be time.

Come here.

Maybe we should go into the bedroom.

Mm-hmm, well, guess what.

I can be quick.

Who wants that? What if Thomas hears us?

We'll blame it on the squirrels.

Okay?

Okay.

I think the squirrels were

in the kitchen last night.

Uh, speaking of,

I'm gonna call Robby Prunier

and, uh, have him come over

and trap 'em.

He isn't gonna hurt 'em, right?

No. No, kiddo, no.

He's, uh he's a good man.

He'll take them to the most

squirrel friendly forest

that we have and set 'em free.

Oh, and when exactly

is this Robby Prunier

coming over to do his good work?

He's gonna come over in good time.

Just gonna make sure

his pricing is all right, okay?

- All right.

- Go sit your tushy down, please.

Stace.

Should I sell the Dome?

Jack, it doesn't have

to be all or nothing.

We just want you to spend

more time with us.

- Okay?

- Okay.

I'm gonna go ask where Melanie's at.

Okay.

- Hoo-hoo-hoo!

- What the f*ck?

Did that dude just squirt

his own blood into his mouth?

He most definitely did.

Hey, guys, elephant or giraffe?

Buy the baby a panda, Bobby.

Look at all them damn people.

I tell you what, Charlie Gully

can't be no more worse

that what we getting now from Jack.

- Mm.

- And he paying more, baby.

Okay, elephant's cuter,

but it's the South.

Like, do they have

elephants in the South?

No. Buy the baby a panda, Bobby.

Pandas signal hope.

I mean, they're almost

extinct, but it's true.

Jack doing the best he can, man.

Look, if Jack knew what was best,

he'd be giving me my sh*t

at the title belt.

- You'll get your turn soon.

- Yeah.

I ain't f*cking with no more soon.

Look, soon may not ever happen.

Look, Jack is on Jack time,

and Jack time is f*cking

with Rooster time.

They're friends. It's all right.

Look, all I'm saying,

if he comes talking to us, we listen.

I ain't listening to sh*t.

Well, getting what's due

to me is my sh*t.

It should be your sh*t too.

I'd prefer your sh*t to stay your sh*t.

I got my own sh*t.

I don't need no extra sh*t on top.

Hey, you have yourself

a nice day, ma'am.

How's your sh*t different than the sh*t

Rooster's talking about, though?

You see, Rooster's focused on sh*t

that get him unfocused

on more important sh*t,

like always talking about

who's f*cking him over

instead of thinking about

how to get people to help him

get to where he wants to go.

I don't like your tone.

And I don't like meat loaf.

But it don't mean, on meat loaf night,

my mama didn't still serve it.

And don't give me that bullshit

about you ain't top dog

'cause the DWL won't

put forth a Black dude.

Look, I didn't even say all that.

What you turn your head for?

What the f*ck that supposed to mean?

They put me forth. I had the belt.

- And you f*cking blew it.

- Yeah?

And after I went to rehab,

the DWL took me back.

Tom Spade took me back.

Jack took me back.

Look, if you don't like

the pace of sh*t,

just talk to the man.

When they gonna put forth a Latino, man?

See, that's what I'm

talking about right there.

Look, you don't owe your loyalty

to people that aren't

loyal to you, baby.

Rooster, talk to the man.

He ain't a damn mind reader.

Okay. Out of respect to you, I will.

- Thank you.

- Hey, guys.

I'm going with the elephant.

What kind of card do you get for a baby?

giraffe 'cause of the long neck.

- That's why I got this one.

- Hey, guys.

- Hey.

- What's up, boss?

Here they are. What's happening, fellas?

- Hey. How you doing?

- Shh!

Oh.

- Okay.

- How's she doing?

Melanie and the baby are still sleeping.

Jim literally won't leave their side.

Making us all look bad, huh?

Mm-hmm, I think that's 'cause

two hours after our little guy was born,

you were already back onstage in tights.

Well, the show must go on, right, boss?

I mean, Big Jim's retired,

and Charlie Gully's still

sending him flowers.

Huh?

Charlie Gully, uh,

sent flowers to Big Jim.

It's the one with the lures in it.

Hey.

- Where's Ace?

- He doesn't want to come in

because you embarrassed him

in front of the whole town.

You are just like your father,

making unimportant things important

and losing sight of what really matters.

I told you to be good to him.

I asked you

Do you see my face?

This happened 'cause of him.

I need to find a restroom.

You were right.

I'm a f*cking lawn mower salesman.

I got Staci, and I got Thomas,

and they're perfect,

but other than that

- What are you talking about?

- Big guy, you're unemployed.

You're a washed-up quarterback

who couldn't play in college.

You couldn't even hold down

a job at Winn-Dixie.

What the f*ck is wrong with you?

This is who we are.

It's who we are if we're not wrestlers.

When my music hits,

when I'm in the ring,

I-I don't think about being broke or

having a job that I despise

or a

a kid that I

I consistently seem to let down.

I don't even think about that.

But this is gonna be it.

This is where we're gonna be,

in this f*cking town. I

If it's gonna be a normal life,

it's-it's not enough.

It is not enough for me.

Our family's a bit f*cked up.

- More than a bit.

- Right.

Well, we got a wrestling

family up there.

They're just fine.

They need you.

We need you.

I'm gonna get scouted again.

Next time, it's gonna stick.

I gotta have a say in my character,

and the story lines.

Okay. Done deal.

And when Wild Bill comes back

I'll support you.

I will support you 100%.

I don't ever want to get booed again

not ever.

Then you won't.

Come on.

Let me get her, come on.

Oh, wow.

Hey.

Hey. Come on.

You ever hold a baby?

Thomas, I'll be back before dinner.

- Hey.

- Hey.

I'm not gonna sell.

Is this you wanting to talk

with questions

or without questions?

I-I spoke with Ace.

We worked things out.

It's gonna be rough,

but it's gonna be okay.

I was thinking we'd take a vacation.

- Yeah, that'd be nice.

- Yeah.

Would you help me put

some makeup on my eyes, please?

Why don't you start without me?

I gotta go make Thomas lunch.

So, Jack, your definition

of an hour and a half

is apparently two and a half hours.

What-what's going on in there?

Jeez.

Okay.

I'm going to play soccer.

Hey. Give me a kiss.

Yeah, Mom!

Come on, you a face?

Not now. You cried in the ring.

What the f*ck's your problem, dude?

Ricky Rabies is here.

It's supposed to be

my night, my comeback.

And you're wrestling

Ricky f*cking Rabies?

He's a drug, brings people in the Dome.

You just gotta trust me.

What's the matter, Jack?

You afraid I'm gonna go off script?

-

- I don't know where he is.

sh*t!