- [thunder rumbling] - [rain pouring]
[scattered raindrops]
[light music playing]
[car door squeaking]
[muffled mumbling]
Mama.
[clanging]
[car revving away]
[Jack] I wish I knew where I came from.
[lightning strikes]
- [grunting] - [people clamoring]
[grunting]
- [screams] - [thunder rumbling]
[high-pitched feedback sound]
[tense music playing]
- [Rhett muffled, echoing] Huh? - [popcorn thumps]
Hey, Jack.
Come on now.
Yeah.
- Huh? - [popcorn thumps]
- Boucher! - [gasps]
[chuckles]
Well, there he is. [chuckles]
- Welcome back, Jack. - [groans]
[paper bag thuds]
[groaning]
[Rhett] Looks like your little naps are getting longer.
How about a smoke?
[machines whirring]
Could've had twice this if you hadn't cracked my boy's collarbone.
I went down like you said.
[chuckles]
Yes, you did.
You earned it. Come on.
[chuckles]
[alarm rings]
[Rhett] See you tomorrow night!
[indistinct shouting]
[indistinct chatter]
[man] Hey, there he is.
Oh, ****. That's Jack Boucher.
- [sniffs] - [spits]
[sighs, grunts]
[low grunting]
[engine starts]
[solemn music playing]
[woman] Here you go.
He's a good kid.
I just don't really know what you can expect.
- [water dripping] - [exhales]
[grunts]
[bottle clinking]
[light buzzing]
[insects buzzing]
[indistinct shouting]
[tense music buildup]
[sighs deeply]
[electricity buzzing]
One time, Jack.
One time, ***hole.
Get hot.
Let's get hot.
Come now. Red. Red.
Oh, come on. Red.
Come on now. Red.
- [indistinct shouting] - Stay hot, make mistakes.
Yeah?
- [waitress] You want another one? - Yeah. Damn straight.
Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.
- Where am I at now? - Six thousand four hundred.
Sixty-four hundred.
Slide it out there.
- [woman] How much? - All of it.
- Put it on red. - [tokens clatter]
[roulette whirring]
[clacking]
- Red! - [cheering]
We won.
- [mumbling] - [dealer] Another bet, sir?
- Sir, are you playing? - Don't mess with my shit.
[woman] I'll be right here, baby.
[breathing heavily]
[grunts]
- [door closes] - [exhales]
[man] Hey.
You got a light?
[Jack] She just won't stop.
[both grunting]
- [pants, grunts] - [baton clanks]
- [groans, grunts] - [grunts]
[woman screams] Oh, my God!
[grunting continues]
[panting]
[groans]
[breathing heavily]
- [Jack] Listen here, you son of a *****. - [groans]
I got her damn money.
[grunting]
[signage shatters]
[grunting]
[grunting continues]
[panting]
- [grunts] - [thuds]
Uh, congratulations, sir.
Count the chips.
Uh, could I, um... Could I interest you
- in a, uh, voucher for a-- - Just count the damn chips.
Second. Reverse.
[chuckles] Wait. Hold on.
Oh, you missed the turn... [indistinct]
[funnel chugs in distance]
You going by Luling's?
No, man. Her kids back from school,
so that ain't gonna happen.
- I hear you. - What you mean "her kids"?
- [insects buzzing] - [man] Don't you mean your kids?
[conversation continues indistinctly]
[groans]
- [man 1] Yeah, hopefully. - [men laugh]
[groans]
[truck door closes]
That pump out there still work?
Damn, boy. You ask me that every time.
- How much you want? - Uh...
- [paper bills rustle] - About this much.
Good, 'cause I ain't got no change.
[chuckles] Long as he's been coming here, you never have.
- [laughs] - He don't remember that.
[man 3] Charge him double.
What for?
I lost all that money on him down there in Itta Bena
- that one night. - [man 1] Oh, here we go.
You gonna tell that damn Itta Bena story again?
- [man 1] I know, right? - I deserve to tell my story
the way I lost my damn money on Boucher.
Way down in the damn sticks where shouldn't no damn body be.
I like the guy carried off by the mosquitos.
You lost because I won or because I lost?
Hell, I don't know. Shouldn't be betting anyhow.
[man 1 chuckles] You hear that?
You shouldn't be betting anyhow. [laughs]
[man 3] Heh, this old boy here giving you advice,
- you know you a damn fool. - [phone beeps]
- [line ringing] - [man 3 laughs]
No. You the fool...
- [continues indistinctly] - [line ringing]
Come on. Pick up.
[phone ringing]
[music playing over record player]
- Hmm? - [Skelly] Hey. This Ern?
- Tch. Who's this? - She up?
- Depends. - On what?
[chair creaking]
- [Ern] Who this is? - It's Skelly.
- [Big Momma Sweet humming] - She ain't up.
She might be up when she find out what I'm looking at. Hmm.
Jack Boucher.
[Ern] Really? Jack Boucher?
Hey, I ain't got time for this. You want him or not?
You sure it's him?
How many times Big Momma make me fight
on the same card as the Butcher, huh?
'Course, it's him.
- Bring Jack here. - [chuckles]
Not without a damn promise.
- What promise? - That I don't owe shit.
Ern, you listening?
- She says no. - You didn't ask her.
I ain't got to, Skelly.
You better think good and hard again
'cause he gonna leave any minute now.
I'll get him there, I don't owe nothing to nobody.
You get him here and you don't owe nothing to nobody.
- [receiver thuds] - [line buzzes]
[whirring]
[Skelly] Hey.
What?
Hey, man, do you-- do you mind hauling me up the road?
I just need a ride to Clarksdale,
if you're going that way.
My old lady stays at this trailer park just right before town.
Nah.
Come on, man. I'm in deep shit. I... I gotta get home.
That's your problem.
I got some money.
What's your name?
- Your what now? - Your name, what is it?
Kool.
Cool?
With a K.
Like the damn cigarettes?
My momma loved them, so... [chuckles]
How much money you got?
Maybe 15.
All right. Give it to me and get in.
["You're Growing Old Baby" by Model T Slim playing on radio]
It'd be fine with me if we just kept on riding.
[chuckles lightly]
My old lady don't wanna see me no way.
You know how they are.
Not really.
[grunts, coughs]
If you wanna start walking across this black night
- with a broke nose... - [Skelly chokes]
...then you do that shit again.
[chokes]
Damn, man. [sniffs]
Don't gotta do all that.
You sit still and ****ing ride.
First lights I see and your *** is out.
- You got it? - I got it. Shit.
[pants, coughs]
- [knife clinks] - [tires screech]
You son of a *****. Don't slow down. You keep pushing.
Me and you, we going out to the river.
Big Momma gonna be real excited seeing you again.
Ain't so tough with your nuts all shriveled up, huh?
Don't nobody do that shit to me. Goddammit.
Don't nobody do that shit to me!
Guess what else, you son of a *****?
You done sparked my interest in this here glove box
with all that ridiculousness.
Let's see what you got going on here.
Holy shit.
[Skelly chuckles]
This is mine now. Goddammit.
Old *** Jack Boucher.
- [tires screech] - [Skelly] Goddamn!
[both grunting]
- [Jack grunts] - [Skelly screams]
- Shit! [groaning] - [grunts]
You mother****er! You--
[grunting]
[screams] Shit! ****! God.
[grunting]
[crashes]
[rughaired boy] That's what your new momma is.
Leave me alone.
You better put your hands in your pockets.
[groans]
You shove your hands in your pockets right now
- or you'll get it worse than you think. - [groans]
[groans]
[grunting]
[emotional music playing]
[groans]
Wait.
[man over radio] Boss man, come back. Over.
[Baron] What's on your mind?
[man] Where in the hell is this ****ing town?
We'll be there soon so shut the **** up.
[sighs]
Everybody slow up.
Okay. We're gonna pull over for a minute.
[engine stops]
[man] Hey, what's the holdup?
[engine stops]
[Baron] Anybody? Hey.
[horn honking]
[honks]
[Baron] Anybody here?
If you're hurt, call out.
[tense music playing]
[Annette] Baron, what is it?
[Baron] Don't know yet.
Anything?
Ain't nothing.
- Hello? - [car door opens]
- [Baron] Anybody out there? - [car door closes]
[man groaning]
[groaning continues]
[groaning]
Hey, brother.
[groans]
Oh, my God.
- [Annette] Ugh. - [Baron] Brother.
He must've crawled out of the truck.
- [labored breathing] - [Baron] He ain't gonna make it.
Is this what you want?
[groans]
It'll be quick.
Just look at me brother.
[grunts, coughs]
[muffled breathing]
We better call somebody.
You know I can't do that.
Well, we-we could just go down the road
- and-and call it in. - You know what, Annette?
Let's just go.
Somebody will be along soon enough. Come on.
It's heavy.
Hey, baby girl.
What you got there, honey?
Just take it.
[horn honking]
["Won't Someone Help This Poor Lost Soul" by Eva Larse playing on jukebox]
[clicking]
[billiard ball thuds]
- [jukebox music playing] - [muttering]
[low groaning]
[groans]
[barkeep] About time you wake your *** up.
Huh? What the hell happened?
You stumbled in here lookin' crazy as a mother****er
came by them cornfield, crawled and rolled all cut up,
moaning about your mama or some shit.
Set up here at the bar, took some shots, and passed the **** out.
- Was somebody with me? - [lighter lid clicks]
- I ain't seen nobody. - [lighter flicks]
Did I say where my truck was?
Back down the road somewhere.
Why didn't you call somebody?
[scoffs]
We ain't got no phone.
Ain't got no phone?
Ain't never had a need for one.
We don't get many drunk, beat-up White boys
- looking to make late-night phone calls. - [sighs]
Closing time, man. I'mma need that 20 dollars for them shots.
Yeah.
Here's the 20 I owe you.
Can you take me to my truck?
I got you.
- [birds chirping] - [insects buzzing]
[car approaching]
[music playing loudly on car speakers]
Man, you are ****ed up. You ain't got no business with no keys in your pocket.
- [slams car door] - [scoffs]
[car revs]
****.
No.
Damn it!
[light music playing]
[exhales]
[grunts]
[grunting]
Big Momma.
[exhales]
[thunder rumbling]
[grunts]
- [grunting] - [thunder rumbling]
[thunder rumbling]
[whirring]
[Annette] So what should we do with it?
- Divide it up? - [Baron laughs]
Ain't no such thing as a democracy when it comes to money.
Half this crew are ex-cons, the other half, cons-in-waiting.
They get one little sniff of a handout,
they'll think there's more.
And I'll wake up with my throat cut.
- Burn it then. - What?
I mean, we got to do something with it.
We could give it to somebody.
You know, it's not jackpot lottery money
but it's the type of money that could change somebody's life.
You can have it.
No. No. I...
- I don't want it. - How come?
I just...
feel all uneasy about it.
- Just feels like a bad sign. - [chuckles]
You and your damn signs.
It brought me to this rattling heap you call a carnival.
And now something brought this money to us.
That how it work?
Only took you a year.
Oh, you've been here longer than that.
Ha... has it been that long?
And you still think you'll find your father?
And is he what you hope's at the end of all this.
Shit.
I shouldn't have said nothin'.
[light music playing]
[man on loudspeaker] Step right up to the Princess of Love,
Annette, The Painted Lady.
20 bucks buys you a symbol,
find it on her dancing body and you win 100 dollars.
Now who's feeling lucky?
[light flickering]
[music fades]
- [insects buzzing] - [emotional music playing]
[Maryann] You wanna try?
All right. Put your hands like this.
Like that. There... Like that.
This way. Like that. Okay.
Okay.
You like it? [chuckles]
♪
[bird screeching]
[indistinct chatter over P.A.]
- [door knob turns] - [door creaks]
[Jack] Mary.
Who are you?
[sniffles]
My name is Jack.
[crying]
Mama, I'm sorry.
[sniffs, grunts]
What's the matter, Ricky Joe?
- [sniffs] - Tilt-a-Whirl acting up on you again?
[chuckles]
No.
No, I ain't here about no damn Tilt-a-Whirl.
- [bottle thuds] - [Ricky Joe grunts]
[grunts, sighs]
I think y'all picked up something at that wreck. Mm?
I seen her with it last night.
I was peeking.
I like to peek...
especially on her.
Ricky Joe,
it's too bad you ain't smarter.
Well, I'm getting there.
You know, I often wonder how many walls
your mugshot is pinned on.
How many folders it's tucked into?
Yeah. I wonder how many graves are full of old men
who didn't know no better.
- [chuckles] Hm? - [thudding]
All right. Okay.
You got me. You wanna see what we found?
Mm-hmm.
- I'm gonna show you. - Mm-hmm.
You ain't gonna like it, just don't get upset.
Oh, look I got a ****ing gun.
What is the old saying about bringing a wrench
to a gun fight?
That's what we call a social faux pas, Ricky Joe.
Go on, Ricky Joe, get out of my ****ing office.
- [Ricky Joe] Right. I hear you. - [Baron] That's it.
- Walk out. Walk out. - A-all right.
All red-faced and sweaty.
All right. Baron.
[laughs]
You ain't the worst I've seen, Ricky Joe.
You don't know shit.
- [gun thuds] - [sighs]
- [thunder rumbling] - [kid screaming]
[people laughing]
[alarm rings]
[electricity shuts]
[truck revving]
[thunder rumbling]
[people whooping, clamoring]
[indistinct chatter]
Need something, Big Momma?
No.
It doesn't look like it's gonna stop raining.
It ain't. I can tell it in my knee bone.
[Ern chuckles]
I wish I had a dollar for everything
your knee bone claimed to know.
- [dog barking in distance] - [song playing on record player]
What you think happened to Skelly?
Ain't no telling.
You think he lying?
I think Skelly would tell you
he was having dinner with Jesus Christ
if he thought he could buy himself a little more time.
Me and you both know Skelly can't handle Jack.
He's the one we got to look out for.
- Word's out. - Word been out.
Apparently he ain't so easy to hold onto.
You know, your knee bone says it's gonna keep on raining,
that ain't stopping nothing.
Shacks look full up.
God has yet to create any kind of weather
that would detour his flock from sin.
[Ern laughs]
Hallelujah, Big Momma.
Hallelujah.
Here comes one more.
♪
- Holy shit, Big Momma. - What's that?
[Ern] Who was it that Jesus raised up from the grave?
Lazarus?
Yeah. Lazarus.
[gate clanks, creaks]
[tense music playing]
[panting]
- [grunts] - [thuds]
[panting]
Here's your boyfriend.
That don't look like my money.
I don't have your damn money no more.
I had it
before this piece of shit got in the way.
Look at that. Huh?
- I know who he came from. - [Ern] Hey, mother****er.
Remember where you are.
Turn him loose.
- Jack never had no manners anyway. - [grunts]
Y'all both back off. Right now.
What you figure this little show does for you?
I'm showing you because you ain't doing that shit to me.
I can't figure whether you're getting braver or dumber.
I had your money, Big Momma. Every nickel.
So, where is it?
I lost it
because of this little shit-eater.
Look at my damn eyes. You know I'm telling the truth.
You look like a pile of shit bricks.
And you don't look capable no more.
- Capable of what? - Not a single damn thing.
[beer fizzes]
Most I ever let anyone get into me
when I knew they didn't have a pot to piss in
was about ten grand.
- Know where he at? - [gulps]
I could probably figure it out.
The only reason I let you get in so deep
was because you made me some money
back when you was worth a shit.
I ain't never seen nobody fix a fight as good as you.
Even when everybody know it was a setup,
it always come off different from what they was expecting.
Yeah.
That was a good trick.
But I don't figure you got any more tricks left,
else you wouldn't have let that worm
on my floor get to you.
I made you money before I started fixing.
I remember that.
Yeah. I remember them days too.
You used to be hell.
Ain't no doubt.
But hell has caught up.
[thunder rumbling]
See, Jack, I even know why you tryin' to score big.
I know about that woman
you letting die in that place over there.
I know you pissed away her land...
- [scoffs] - Her house.
Mr. Bank Man comes out here now and again to get rubbed on.
He told me all about it.
Says he warned her not to sign nothing over to you.
- Mm-hmm. - Says he saw it all coming.
Says she told him to mind his own business or some shit.
- Good for him. - Yeah. Good for him.
Make him feel smart, I reckon.
But you in a big hole.
A big hole that got bigger
when you started dancing around Big Momma Sweet.
[thunder rumbling]
What kind of price you got on me?
The kind that'll get you chased down no matter where you go.
Oh. [groaning]
- [groaning continues] - Mm, mm, mm.
What you doing, boy?
- Come on. Open up. Open up. - [groaning]
[grunting]
[groaning]
I keep waitin' for something different from you...
[Jack grunts]
...but you more ****ed up
every time I see you.
[grunting]
And you ain't got no damn money...
- [Jack groans] - ...'cause if you did,
you'd be giving it to me.
- I believe you maybe had it. - [Jack grunts]
I heard you was running hot down in Natchez.
But had ain't the same thing as have.
- Don't really need no fire... - [clicking]
...long since figured that out.
[clicks]
I can get you paid, Big Momma.
- Untrue. - I can.
I got some more stuff I can sell.
Valuable stuff.
- Listen to you. - I swear to God.
God ain't cooperating with you no more.
Just give me a day or two. I won't run off.
No, you won't.
- But you can't get me my money. - [thuds]
Me and you both know
the only way for you to get me paid
is the old-fashioned way.
[panting]
- I can't do that. - How come?
Hell, you seen me. My damn head will explode.
You've been fighting, I heard.
Those weren't real fights and you know it.
Not like you want.
And I was full of dope.
You can get full of dope again.
- [grunts] - I think you know
this is the right choice,
but you decide.
Fight or don't fight.
You might get hurt if you do.
You will get hurt if you don't.
I ain't fighting.
[grunting]
Big Momma, Big Momma, you know me. [grunts]
Hold it right there.
[grunts]
- [grunts] - [groans]
- [Big Momma] Hold his head. - [panting]
Stop. Will you?
I'll do it, Big Momma. Whatever you want.
- [thunder rumbling] - [branding iron sizzles, pops]
Whatever you want. [panting] Whatever you want.
I wish you knew how bad I wanna put you out your misery.
I wish you were the Jack I used to know.
- [panting] - But for one night,
- you will be. - [grunting]
I don't give a shit if your head explode
or if you catch fire.
You ain't no good to me dead.
You ain't much good alive.
But you're gonna give me a fight.
This little burn ain't nothing.
That little headache you got, ain't nothing.
Screw me again
and you will know what hurt is.
And I will feed this sweet land of ours
with your sorry skin and bones.
[grunts]
Now take this with you so you won't forget.
- [branding iron sizzles] - [screams]
[Maryann] Jack.
It's okay, Jack.
You can open up now.
Listen to me.
Tomorrow, Jack, whatever you have to do
to get him to leave you alone, you do it.
I can't.
You're gonna have to
because that little jack*** isn't going away.
And he's gonna be wherever you go
because the world never runs out of ***holes like him.
People who know they have the odds.
It doesn't matter what he says about me.
[scoffs] It doesn't matter what he uses to pick a fight.
Nobody has the right to call you names
or to hurt you.
Nobody.
What is it?
[sniffles]
I'm afraid if I do anything bad...
[sniffles]
...they're gonna take me away from you.
[sobs]
Or you'll tell them
you can't do it no more.
That's what they always say.
And I don't want it to happen this time.
I don't wanna leave you
so I can't do nothing bad or they'll take me away.
Oh.
I swear no such thing will happen.
I swear it.
I will always be on your side.
[Big Momma] What's today, Ern?
- [Ern] Thursday, Big Momma. - Mm-hmm.
Sounds to me like Friday night
would be a good night for Jack's big comeback.
We got shacks full of fools tonight,
we gonna spread the word.
I figure this is the kind of news
that'll burn in quick.
- [thunder rumbling] - What you think, Jack?
[Jack coughs, groans]
[coughs]
[Big Momma] Get up, Jack.
Come on.
Get that trash that you brought in here
out of my house.
Go put it out there in the dirt somewhere.
[groans]
Deep, Jack. Bury it deep.
Where them damn dogs can't dig it up.
[dog growling]
[dog barks]
[groaning]
[thuds]
[breathes deeply]
Get it off me. Take this shit off me.
Get it off me.
Get it off me, get it off, get it off me.
[breathing heavily]
[thunder rumbling]
Come on, you mother****er. Come on.
[grunting]
Come on.
You're a weak piece of mother****ing shit, you know that?
She owns your *** now.
Come on. You want me?
Come on, take me, mother****er. Come on!
I'll ****ing beat the ****ing shit out of you, you mother****er!
They own you, mother****er. Look at it. Look at it.
Look at it! Look at it! They own you, you piece of shit.
They own your ****ing ***.
[screaming]
[thunder rumbling]
- [grunts] - [lamp shatters]
[thunder rumbles]
[grunts]
[grunting]
Come on, mother****er, come on!
**** you, you piece of shit! I'll **** you up.
I'm gonna kill you, you ****ing piece of shit.
How'd that feel? [grunts]
- How did that feel? - [young Jack screams]
[sobbing]
How's that feel?
[breathing heavily]
How's that feel? How's that feel?
[gulping]
[exhales]
- [trailer door clanks] - [Ricky Joe] Shit!
Hey!
- [insects buzzing] - [birds chirping]
[car revs]
[indistinct shouting in distance]
[inhales deeply]
[exhales]
- [thudding in distance] - [sighing]
- [thudding continues] - [groaning]
[sighs]
[indistinct shouting]
What?
How come your hands don't never get dirty?
My hands do get dirty,
just not the same way as yours do, Ricky Joe.
That ain't true, baby girl.
[Annette] Ricky Joe acts like he knows something.
How come you say that?
The way he was just looking at me right now and talking to me...
Shit was weird.
Ricky Joe knows how to fix
any engine there is.
Generally speaking, he dumb as shit.
That's the part that worries me.
Dumb don't think it through.
Dumb just does.
You look spooked.
Probably just the storm had me up all night
thinking about all kinds of shit.
Like what?
I need to go for a ride.
Where to?
It don't really matter. I just...
need to let the windows down, you know?
- Tell you what. - [keys jingle]
Take my ride.
Go on, I won't need it for a while.
[door opens, closes]
[loud music playing on speakers]
- [car door closes] - [engine starts]
[revs]
- [singer humming] - [slow blues song playing]
I see you, girl.
Mm, mm, mm.
- [tense music plays] - [Annette screams]
- [muffled screaming] - Come on. Come on. [grunts]
You got a little secret, don't you, baby girl, huh?
- You got a little secret? - [Annette grunts]
I'm gonna ****ing outstretch you, you're gonna get it bad, girl.
- [pants] - [groans]
- [Ricky Joe] ****ing *****! - [Annette] What the ****'s
wrong with you? You stupid piece of shit!
- All right. Easy now. - [gasps]
- [groaning] - Here, you wanna beat on me?
You wanna beat on me? You wanna beat on me like that?
- Where is it? - [panting]
The **** you hiding under there?
Uh-huh. I knew it.
[both grunting]
- [panting] - Oh, you wanna play too? Huh?
All right. All right.
Come on. Come on, mother****er.
Huh, look at that.
That's cute.
- [grunting] - [groaning]
[groaning]
- [grunts] - [grunts, groans]
Piece of shit! [spits]
****. ****ing guy.
Are you all right?
"Are you all right" looks like more of a question for you.
Hold on, hold on.
Do I...
do I know you?
I don't know you.
But thanks for... you know.
[car door opens]
[car door closes]
- Son of a gun. - Hm.
I'll be damned. The Butcher
standing right here in front of me after all these years.
- Yeah. - I can't believe
I didn't figure you out when you came in the store.
- I've just been standing there... - I-I don't--
...thinking about it like an idiot.
I'm sorry, I...
I don't seem to recall. My head...
I-I'm Gunner Clark's sister.
- Ginny. - Gunner Clark?
You and him used to fight the same nights up in Memphis.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, God. We were all a lot younger then.
- Yeah. - Prettier too. [chuckles]
Hey, you, you're pretty.
- You still fighting? - Yeah.
Do I look like I could win a fight?
Well, what you looked like never seemed to matter much.
Only God above has you figured out.
And I bet you even keep Him guessing.
Son of a gun.
Well, you be good, Jack.
- All right. You too. - Woo, it's hot.
[sighs]
[Annette] So that man out there, he's a fighter?
Like boxing or...
Boxing and shit.
He's a fighter of the first kind.
Nothing but air between fist and face.
Holy shit.
[emotional music playing]
- [insects buzzing] - [birds chirping]
♪
[low grunt]
♪
[huffs air]
[Maryann] Jack?
Jack?
[chuckles]
[laughing]
It's you and me, Jack.
- [insects buzzing] - [birds chirping]
[Annette] Hey.
Look, I-I just wanted to...
thank you for, you know, helping me out and--
What'd you do, follow me?
Yeah, but I got reasons.
Don't everybody.
Hey, I got questions.
You a cop?
Do I look like one?
Not one I ever seen.
The lady at the store said you were a fighter, is that right?
Once upon a time.
- [slams hood] - Hold on a second.
If you ain't a cop, I gotta go. My daylight is running out.
Will you just look at me and listen to me
- for half a damn second? - [engine starts]
[engine stops, turns over]
- [engine sputtering] - [groans]
Dammit. ****ing truck.
Son of a *****.
Looks like you need a ride.
Yeah. Looks like I need a ride.
Alrighty.
- Do me a favor. - What's all that?
Take that.
Bring it inside.
[Jack groans]
[door creaks]
Hey, Maryann.
Hey.
- [gasps] - [softly] Hey. Hi, Maryann.
Jack.
What happened to you, Jack?
Were the kids being rough with you again?
No, Maryann.
No, I'm fine.
I'm okay.
Can you put it on the bed there?
[Jack sighs deeply]
[exhales, sniffs]
You need to hear something, Maryann.
And you might not understand.
You might not even know who's saying it.
And that's okay.
It's gone.
Your family's land.
All of it.
The house is next...
in only a few more days.
I know I told you I'd get you home, but...
I don't think I'm gonna be able to do that now.
All I can do now is tell you...
I'm sorry.
But even saying it, it sounds like bullshit.
[Jack] You made me your son.
You gave it all to me.
And I can't give any of it back.
You deserve to be home.
In the home that you gave to me.
I wanna tell you I'm coming back.
I wanna sit with you,
tell you all the things I never could before.
But I gotta go fight, Maryann.
I'm gonna take the jewelry.
That's all that's left and I'm gonna beg like a dog.
But I don't think it'll matter.
It's gonna be a bad one.
They're all bad.
But nothing like this is gonna be.
[Jack sniffles]
I don't know if I'll make it.
I don't know if I'm gonna see you again.
[sniffles]
[indistinct chatter over P.A.]
[footsteps approaching]
You ever know a woman named Sally Magill?
Know her from what?
From 25 years ago?
[grunts]
Look in there if you want but it doesn't go back that far.
I did look.
You see her name?
There's nothing in here that I can understand.
Look,
if this is what you're after, I can't do it right now.
[indistinct chatter over P.A.]
I can't help it.
I saw you at that gas station and that woman said
that you were a fighter and that your name means "butcher."
Those are the only two things Sally ever told me about my father.
He was a fighter and that his name meant something.
Yeah, everybody's name means something.
Is all that true? That stuff you told her?
Yeah.
Why do you have to fight tonight?
Long story.
Well, it seemed pretty damn short in there.
Then what the hell are you asking for if you heard it already?
I had the money and then it was gone.
Look,
I can't tell you what you wanna hear.
Besides,
I wouldn't remember you anyway.
[door opens]
[door closes]
- What happened to it? - What?
- The money, what happened to it? - [lighter flicks]
It don't matter.
God knows I've imagined what you might be like
or look like.
[sighs] God knows you are way beyond any of that.
You haven't imagined me because you don't know who I am.
Here's what you need to learn, Jack.
There is this great big world out there spinning.
And sometimes, it spins with you.
Sometimes, it spins against you.
But sometimes,
it spins you right into what you need.
I heard what that woman said about you being a fighter.
So, I followed you to your house because you're the only man,
the only one I ever come across
who I thought had a prayer of being my father.
- [scoffs] - It's a long shot. I know.
Most things are.
I was a fighter. I ain't anymore.
Your story about the world spinning around
can't change any of that.
Whether you believe it or not,
I was sent here to help you.
I don't know, okay? I don't know if I'm your daughter,
but I sure as hell know that I'm your angel.
I bet you never thought an angel's doing
such dirty work.
I ain't no angel from heaven.
But it don't really matter where I'm from.
It just matters...
that I'm here.
Where did you get that?
This is another one of those long stories.
You are my angel.
[crickets chirping]
[insects trilling]
- [thunder rumbling] - [tense music playing]
[upbeat music playing]
[grunting]
[thunder rumbling]
Better light one up for me too.
Oh, yeah.
[thunder rumbling]
[wind whooshing]
Are you sure this is right?
Yeah, it's the place.
[indistinct shouting]
[rock music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[man shouting]
It's the Butcher! Jack Boucher!
- [indistinct chatter] - Keep on going.
[indistinct chatter]
[car horn honking]
[vehicle approaching]
- [man] Let's go! - [overlapping chatter]
[man] Let's go, right here. That's Jack Boucher.
- I'll be right back. - [car horn honking]
I'm going with you.
You don't wanna go in there.
I sure as hell don't wanna be out here.
Just keep the doors locked.
And might as well keep the engine running too.
[indistinct chatter]
[Jack] Hey, dog.
Right on time.
[grunting]
Who's the pretty boy?
- What's that supposed to be? - [Jack] It's what I owe you.
Twelve large.
- [Ax] You little *****. - **** you.
- Hey, **** you. - Hey, how many times
I gotta tell you to shut up?
This don't concern you.
I came here to fight. That was my deal.
I know you ain't back-talking Big Momma.
You gonna get to fight something.
[door slams shut]
Couldn't find nobody bigger?
The bigger they are, Jack. Ain't that how it go?
That's how it goes. But it don't matter. You got your money.
Did it have a resurrection?
Yeah, something like that.
Come on, count it.
- I don't need to. - Good. I'm gone.
Gone where?
Away from here.
That ain't how it works, Big Momma. Even is even.
We ain't gonna mess with you.
You paid up.
But you should at least have a good look outside
before you hightail it.
Must be 500-strong.
I don't care.
You could make some real money.
I'm done.
That ain't the Jack I know.
The Jack I know, eyes light up at such a spectacle.
The Jack I know
make a bunch of fools out of a whole bunch of people.
The Jack I know
rumbles through the dark
like a man chasing something he ain't never gonna catch,
but he chases all the same.
Knowing that there is something out there somewhere,
barely out of reach,
you can feel it on the skin of your fingertips.
It's so, so close.
The Jack I know,
always thinking, "this could be the one."
I've been rehabilitated.
Ain't no such thing.
Or I'd be out of business.
You out of one hole, Jack, but not the other.
I know what you still need.
I hear that big house
- goes up for auction... - Hey.
...first of next week,
and that woman's still lying in that other place.
- I know where she's at. - Mm, mm, mm.
I also know you won't pay me 30 grand to fight that big son of a *****.
You right. I won't.
But you're a seven to one underdog, sweetheart.
[door opens, slams close]
So is that it?
Hold on.
Would you mind telling me what the hell you're doing?
[car horn honking]
Figuring the odds.
- Of what? - The fight.
But you gave her the money, right?
She got it.
Well, good. Then let's get the hell out of here.
- Wait. - [men shouting, clamoring]
Oh, shit. Jack, is that who you're supposed to be fighting tonight?
Why the **** you all standing around not doing shit?
Yeah.
He will kill you, Jack.
I can keep the house.
You could get a lot worse.
Jack, please, let's just go back to Maryann's.
You don't gotta do this.
No.
There is no in-between.
Jack, if you get out this damn car,
I swear that I will hurt you myself.
[light chuckle]
You're an angel.
It's gonna be all right.
Jack. Jack!
[breathes heavily]
Seven to one?
Seven to one.
You gonna let me pick this up?
I don't know. What you think, Ern?
I think that's the craziest ****ing White boy I ever seen.
I reckon that means you can pick it up.
But when that clock strikes midnight, Cinderella,
there won't be no more magic.
If you lose, you still owe me.
And if I don't get my money,
you'll be laying with Skelly in that hole
you already dug once.
I wanna make a bet.
I'm gonna miss you, Jack.
[Big Momma sighs]
[door creaks, closes]
What I say?
What the hell is going on?
I can't leave her there.
I don't expect you or nobody else to understand.
Jesus Christ. You can't fight.
It's done.
What do you mean "it's done"?
- That guy will kill you. - I said it's done.
- No. - [exhales]
No, come on, Jack.
I just found you.
You don't have to do this.
Yeah, I do.
No, I'm supposed to be shoving you out of your grave,
not dragging you back down into it.
- [huffing air] - Jack.
Look, I need you to go.
You don't get to tell me that.
This ain't no place for you.
Look around, this ain't no place for nobody.
You're batshit, but I'm not leaving you.
It's time!
- [cheering] - [man whistling]
They say you could fight.
I hope like hell it's true.
[yells] Yeah!
[thunder rumbling]
[announcer screams]
We got ourselves a fight tonight!
Yeah!
Are you ready?
Make some noise for your hostess, Big Momma Sweet!
- Whoo. - [audience yelling]
All right now.
[laughs]
Whoo, look at all these fools.
- [clamoring continues] - Yeah!
[exhales]
[man] You got this, Jack. Rip his face off!
- [electricity zaps] - [punches thump]
[huffs air]
[yells]
- [man] Come here. - Hey, don't touch her.
- Damn you. - [announcer] All you ****ers, listen up.
Brawling for your pleasure tonight
on this fine piece of Delta dirt,
busting from out the fire-crusted...
- [grunts] - ...hellscape of...
- [continues indistinctly] - Annette?
- We got in this corner, Ax. - Yeah! Yeah!
[announcer] He looks like a big old stack of pissed-off pork chop ****er,
drag you down to hell and spit you back up.
Squaring off against this gargantuan slab of overcooked meat...
coming hot out of the chute, he's everybody's favorite,
Jack "The Butcher" Boucher!
[cheering and applauding]
[announcer] Now you know Big Momma's rules.
No weapons, no tricks, just skin to skin.
[Annette grunting]
[announcer] We gonna get things started up in a hot minute,
- but in the meantime... - [Annette] Jack!
...y'all place your bets.
Seven to one. Lay your money down.
- Seven to one, Jack. - [Big Momma] Seven-one.
What if he wins?
[laughing]
[audience cheering and chanting] Live or die! Live or die!
Jack!
[chanting continues] Live or die!
Don't listen to them.
Look at me.
- I'm really ****ing scared. - [Jack] Hey.
Look at me. Only me.
- It's gonna be all right. - Let's go.
- [loud whistling] - [screaming]
I don't wanna lose you.
Don't be scared.
Look at my eyes.
[announcer] I see a storm on the horizon.
I want the blood dripping before the water drops.
[Jack] Only this world.
Only this world.
- [sobbing] - Only this world.
- Look out! - [grunting]
- [groaning] - [grunting]
[announcer] Ooh! That's what I'm talking about.
- Give him some of that! - [grunting]
[grunting continues]
- [grunting continues] - Yeah!
- [announcer] Oh! - [man] Yeah!
- Come on! Lets's go! - [grunting continues]
- [grunts] - [man] Oh!
You ****ing kick his ***!
[clamoring continues]
[both grunting]
Break his jaw, Jack. Come on.
[grunts]
[screams]
[Jack groans]
[panting]
- Let's get it. - [metal gate clanks]
[announcer] Let them hands go. Let them hands go.
Come on. Come on, you mother****er! Come on!
- [screams] - [grunting]
[both grunting]
[grunting continues]
Come on, Jack.
[both grunting]
- [Jack groans] - [gasps]
[grunting continues]
[indistinct]
Jack. Jack.
[choking]
Mother****er.
[groaning]
[grunting]
[clamoring]
[grunting]
- [grunting continues] - [Jack groans]
[heavy breathing]
- [grunting, yelling] - [heavy breathing]
- [clamoring continues] - [man] Come on! [indistinct]
- Let's go! - Yeah!
Come on, Ax.
[heavy breathing]
Come on, mother****er.
[grunting]
- [Jack groans] - [gasps]
Get up! Get up, Jack!
[grunts]
I know he ain't getting out of that one, Big Momma.
[heavy breathing, grunting]
[grunting]
Jack!
[screams] Yeah!
- [man] Beat his ***! - [announcer] Big Momma, you seeing this?
[thunder rumbling]
- [groans] - [Ax grunts]
- Ow. - [panting]
How long now?
[groaning]
Come on. You're not giving up.
- [groans] - [Annette] You got more.
Stop the damn fight. Big Momma, stop the damn fight.
[chanting] Live or die! Live or die!
Live or die! Live or die! Live or die!
- [blood splatters] - [screaming]
- [thuds] - [grunting]
[groaning]
[grunting]
- [muffled clamoring] - [muffled] Jack!
[heavy breathing]
[thunder rumbling]
[muffled shouting]
[woman] Mercy. Mercy!
- Mercy, goddamn it! - [man] Mercy!
- [man 1] Mercy. Come on! Come on! - [man 2] Yeah!
- [woman] Mercy! Come on! - [man] Come on, Ax, get him!
- [man 1] Come on! Come on! - [man 2] Come on!
[woman] Mercy!
[heavy breathing]
- [Maryann] Jack. - [low grunt]
Mama.
I can't, Mama.
I'm so sorry.
It's okay.
Mama, it's too late.
- [screams, grunts] - [thunder rumbling]
[Jack] He gonna kill me.
Catch your breath.
He is coming.
[thunder rumbling]
It's too late.
It's never too late.
[emotional music playing]
Bring me home.
- [Maryann chuckles] - [Ax screams]
[both screaming]
[soft music playing]
[young Jack] I wish I knew where I came from.
Never mind. I didn't mean it.
[Maryann] Yes, you did.
That's something you'll never truly know.
We are always looking for who we are.
You, me,
all of us.
And that doesn't have anything to do with your blood.
You'll never stop wanting to know who you are.
And as soon as you think you have it figured out,
life has a way of tapping you on the shoulder
and shifting what you thought you knew.
You'll wanna know who you are...
today, tomorrow, and the next day,
for the rest of your life.
[light chuckle]
And that's good, Jack.
Some days, you'll think about it
more than other days.
It'd be sad to me if you didn't think about it at all.
Now what do you see out there?
I don't know what I see.
That's why we keep looking.
[insects buzzing]
[solemn music playing]
[music ends]