[TV static drones]
[bright tone]
[bell rings] - Attention, pharmacy!
I need some salves and shit for intense body beatings!
- For what?
- Look, my husband got the living shit beat out of him
and it's all my fault!
Help me take his pain away, pronto!
[snarls]
Fine.
[bell rings] [Judy snarls]
[moody music on stereo] You're a fucking idiot.
That's what you are.
[sobbing]
[crickets chirping]
[downbeat music on car stereo]
♪ ♪
[Judy sniffles]
[Barbara Mandrell's "Sleeping Single in A Double Bed"]
Make me feel good.
- ♪ Sleeping single in a double bed ♪
♪ Tossing, turning, trying to forget ♪
♪ I could be lying with you instead ♪
- Turn your brights off, you dumb cunt.
- ♪ Single in a double bed ♪
- I said turn your brights off.
This ain't fucking "Jurassic Park."
[monster truck engine revving]
[tense music]
Fuck. What the fuck?
♪ ♪
[glass shattering] Oh, my God!
[sedan engine revving]
- ♪ Single in a double bed ♪
- Ahh! Fuck!
- ♪ Thinking over things I wish I'd said ♪
- Get out! - [screaming]
- ♪ I should have held you but I let you go ♪
♪ Now I'm the one sleeping all alone, oh ♪
- No, no, no!
- ♪ Sleeping single in a double bed ♪
♪ Tossing, turning, trying to forget ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Keefe!
Are there any woodworkers in there?
I'm looking for Keefe Chambers!
♪ ♪
[footsteps approaching]
♪ ♪
[whimpers]
♪ ♪
[screams] Oh, God!
Oh!
I am so embarrassed for you guys,
because I am a professional martial artist.
That's right.
I trained with the Gracie family.
Royce and Jeff.
Corbin.
All of the Gracie brothers!
♪ ♪
[high-pitched screaming]
[screaming]
[squeals]
[screaming]
♪ ♪
- [sniffs]
♪ ♪
- [whistles] How you doin', cuz?
Workin' late?
- Yeah. Lord's work is never done.
What, you miss me? [chuckles]
- I sure did.
Wanna come for a ride?
- Where's the Redeemer?
- Old boy needed a rest.
Come on. Let's just you and me hang.
Take a break from the sibs.
- [chuckles]
Well, you know I love a sibs-free hang sesh.
[chuckles]
I'll tell you what. I'll join you.
I left something in my car, my phone charger.
Let me grab that shit real quick.
♪ ♪
Back the fuck up, cuz.
♪ ♪
- What are you gonna do?
Kill all of us here in the church parking lot?
- Hey, get the fuck back!
Go! [hisses]
Back up!
Yeah, yeah!
[groans]
Shit!
♪ ♪
Ow.
You motherfucker.
Boy...
[babbling]
- ♪ Praise ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Praise ♪
- God damn it!
Who the fuck do you think you are?
- That sounds like Jesse. - Shit, they got him too.
- Ah, shit! Shit!
I'll kill you!
I'll rip your assholes out and eat it and kill you!
[zipping] God damn it!
- Get these pillow cases off our fucking faces!
- I'm thirsty!
- Kelvin, Judy, what is this? - Man, I have no clue.
[door creaks, slams]
These fucking animals snatched me right out my whip.
- Who the heck are these guys?
- Who do you think?
It's the cousins.
Fucking betrayer Chuck was waiting for me.
Ambushed me in the fucking Gemstone parking lot.
- The cousins?
Why the fuck?
- I have no clue.
I figured out the part about the cousins being involved.
Maybe y'all can find some fucking clues too.
- I got here ten minutes before you did.
- All right, Kelvin.
Well, that's plenty of time to ask a simple,
"What the fuck is happening?"
Let me guess.
You were just sitting there quitting, giving up.
- Okay, I'm in no mind space to be teased right now.
And the reason I quit is 'cause
no one in church believed in me, Jesse,
including you.
- Are y'all really just sitting in here
talking about church work?
We have been kidnapped, you fucking bitches!
- No duh, Judy.
And for your information,
it's not called kidnapping when it's adults.
It's an abduction, you dumbass.
- You know what, Jesse?
Puke on yourself and eat it, please.
- [high-pitched scream]
[door clanks] - Kelvin!
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Is that you in here screaming like a woman?
- Yeah.
Please don't hurt us.
- Uncle Peter, what the fuck are you doing?
- Well, Jesse,
we're gonna ransom you to your daddy for money.
- You fucking Montgomerys are so low.
We're family!
- Well, them's the breaks, Jesse.
We been handed some tough breaks ourselves
over the years.
Maybe it's about time y'all experienced some too.
- Man, shut up, Chuck!
You deserve this life, dude!
Living in the woods with a bunch of incels
gazing into each other's dick holes!
- You suck, Chuck.
Big Karl, I can't see you
because I got this bag on my head,
but I can smell ya.
You better do something to stop this.
If you don't, we ain't gonna be cousins no more.
No more being cousins, Big Karl.
- Wow, Karl.
That must really hurt.
[laughs wheezily]
- [laughing]
[both laughing]
[all laughing sarcastically]
- Assholes.
- Come on. Want some of this?
- Why don't you laugh in my face, you motherfucker?
- How 'bout you get a little closer?
- Yeah, laugh in my face, Uncle Peter.
[door clanks] - Huh?
- Fucking bastard. - I think they left.
- No, we're still here.
- God damn it! - Fuck you!
[laughter]
It's not funny to do jokes like that.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- [sniffs]
Y'all seen the handsome man?
♪ ♪
- Chad, have you heard from Jesse?
He--he never came home last night.
- What's going on?
- Dad's missing.
- Sweet.
- Let me know if you hear from him, okay?
Thank you.
♪ ♪
- Judy, it's me again.
If you're out with someone,
I wish you would just let me know.
If you don't call me back soon, I'm not gonna be h--
I might not be here when you get back,
so call me.
Okay.
It's BJ.
♪ ♪
- Left at the church this morning.
[eerie version of "Jesus Loves Me" playing]
children: ♪ Jesus loves me, this I know ♪
♪ For the Bible tells me so ♪
♪ Little ones to him belong ♪
♪ They are weak, but He is strong ♪
[flames whooshing]
[voices distorting] ♪ Yes, Jesus loves me ♪
[laptop slams] - Fucking Montgomerys!
[phone ringing]
[indistinct chatter]
[ringing continues]
- Good morning.
Peter Montgomery.
And how can I help you on this blessed day?
- This is what you're doing now?
- Eli, you ruined my life.
You didn't think I was gonna make you pay?
- Let my kids go, Peter.
- You got involved with my boys,
and now I'm getting involved with your offspring.
Five million a head.
You want to see all three?
That's 15 mil.
You call me back when you have your finances in order.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
♪ ♪
- It's on.
[cheering, murmuring]
- You must think I'm fucking stupid.
- Sure I do, but what does that have to do with anything?
- Your sons have fucked me over.
Like an idiot, I fell for it.
I let you all in.
- The hell you talking about?
- Peter and your boys kidnapped my kids.
- Kidnapped?
- Nice boys you got there, May-May.
All that Bible-thumping really raised them up right, huh?
- Oh, no. You got your facts mixed up.
This is some kind of mistake.
What have your kids dragged my boys into?
- My kids? It's your kids!
- I bet your kids are trying to scam you for money.
♪ ♪
- You're a self-righteous asshole, May-May.
I've been nothing but kind to you.
And for what?
To have your lowlife boys fuck me over?
- I will not sit here
and let you use abusive language about my boys.
I will leave your home!
- Nope.
You ain't goin' nowhere.
[siren wailing]
♪ ♪
[chicken clucking]
[sheep bleating]
- It's filthy as fuck in here.
Chicken doo-doo is getting all ground into
my fucking seduction dress.
[sighs]
How can you eat in this dirty-ass heat, Jesse?
God dang. - Ugh.
Because after I finish eating this orphanage food,
I'ma fold this bowl into a knife.
And when that door opens and the little one walks in,
I'm gonna slay him,
cut his fucking face off, and wear it as a mask.
Then I'm gonna walk out of here,
hotwire The Redeemer,
smash every fucking thing I can in here, and escape.
How's that sound?
- Sounds insane and not doable.
- There is no way you'd fit that man's face
over your gigantic face.
- [scoffs]
[bowl clatters]
- [sobbing] - Oof.
- Serves you right, trying to argue with me.
Fucking fat face that, you little bitch.
You know, literally, that's the thing
that pisses me off the most about you two.
Every single fucking time I suggest anything,
you two are so eager just to jump down my throat,
punch holes in my shit.
- Homeboy, like you're not trying to always argue with us.
You're constantly acting like we're gonna mess everything up.
- You do mess everything up.
- Name one fucking thing.
- Your fucking marriage.
- Shut up, Jesse.
I will fucking kill you!
- Excuse me!
Militia people!
I demand to be held captive in a private silo right now!
Please!
- So it's your kin that's done this?
- Yes.
So it needs to be handled sensitively.
The man's part of a violent militia.
It's a nightmare.
- Well, it might be cold comfort,
but I guarantee he has a headache
now that he's got your three kids on his hands.
Maybe he'll get worn down and just let 'em go.
- I said the same thing.
- Well, let's do whatever has to be done
to get them back.
- I agree, Daddy.
- Does your face have anything to do with this?
- I'd like to keep the focus on the victims, if we could.
Priority should be on bringing them home.
- Have you thought about just paying 'em?
- [sighs] Nobody listens to me,
but if I was you, Eli, I wouldn't pay 'em a dime.
I would just flat-out refuse.
- What?
- Has he made any threats to hurt 'em or kill 'em
if you don't pay?
- Isn't that implied when you hold someone hostage?
- Peter ain't a killer. He's bluffing.
- Peter has actually killed somebody once.
- He did?
- Yes. - Yeah.
It's how he got shot in the face.
- I wondered what that was,
but thought it rude to ask.
I thought maybe a spear or something went through there.
- A spear?
[baby crying] - Oh, family!
I came as soon as I heard, now.
- My precious niece and nephews!
[sighs] Lionel has been a mess,
worried sick about his cousins.
- [crying] - He's so sick.
Lionel, stop crying! Ain't nobody gonna ransom you!
- I made these dollies
that look just like Jesse, Judy, and Kelvin
so you can hug and kiss these until they get home safe.
- [gasps]
Thank you, sweetheart.
- Very much appreciated. Thank you.
- That's a good job with the voodoo dolls.
Thanks, Tiff.
Excuse me. Scoot over a little.
Hey, Eli.
Now, you might not have known this,
but me and Jesse, we had an agreement.
So I just want to make sure now,
if something were to happen to him,
you're still gonna honor the series pickup
of "Bible Bonkers," now?
- Uh, Bible what?
- Uh, Baby Billy,
maybe now's not the time for that.
- I feel horrible that I thought
she was out having another roll in the hay.
- You know, the worst part of this
is just how much of this is out of our hands.
We have so little say in this.
Jesse knew it was a bad idea
to have the Montgomerys here in the first place.
That was Eli who wanted them here,
and now he has May-May in the room going, "Don't pay"?
It's complete madness.
- Hey. - What?
- Look.
It's Kelvin's friend, Chief.
- Oh, I think his name is Quiche.
- I always heard it as Heath.
- Hi.
- Oh.
[soft music]
Oh, we're g--okay.
[solemn music]
♪ ♪
- Something's happened to Kelvin, didn't it?
My senses say yes.
- He was abducted...
- [sighs] - Along with Jesse and Judy.
- [whispering] No.
♪ ♪
Please, let me help.
I'll sacrifice my life and my body if need be.
- You know what?
The authorities are already on it,
and--and they're doing everything they can,
so it's not gonna--
you don't have to do that. - Yeah.
- You're right. I shouldn't be here.
This is a family crisis situation.
I'll go.
- Okay, thank you.
- You're Kelvin's friend.
We're family.
♪ ♪
We're in this together.
- Together.
♪ ♪
And thank... [muttering indistinctly]
All I ever...
[blowing]
- Mm.
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
- Okay. - Thank you.
- That was beautiful.
[lively bluegrass music]
- ♪ Redeemer ♪
♪ Redeemer ♪
[all cheering]
♪ Redeemer ♪
- We're gonna get more money than we know what to do with!
[all cheering]
[gunfire]
- Hey, Peter! - What?
- What are we gonna do with all that money?
- I say we poison the water supply in--
in some liberal city!
- ♪ Redeemer ♪ [all cheering]
- Let's blow up one of them 5G towers!
- All very good ideas!
You know what?
[engine revving]
I think we're gonna do 'em all!
[all cheering]
- ♪ Redeemer ♪
- Yeah! [gunfire]
[cow mooing]
Whoo!
- ♪ Redeemer ♪
♪ Redeemer ♪
- [grunting] - Reach up, grab it.
- Yep. Come on. Make yourself longer.
- Shit, y'all. I can't reach it.
[grunts]
Maybe Kelvin can somersault up here or something.
- I mean normally, yeah, I could,
but you know, I am malnourished right now.
I don't think I'd have the ups.
- Motherfucker, you couldn't flip up there
on a full belly or not.
- [mockingly] Oh, you don't think
I'd flip up there on a full belly?
- No.
- All right, fine. Judy, come on down.
I'll show you. Come on down. Get down.
- Oh, this is gonna be good.
- Wanna see this? Freak athleticisms?
- This is gonna be great. - [grunts]
- You okay? - Yeah.
- Let's watch Kelvin break his fucking neck.
- Come on.
- You need a lot of force, Kelvin.
- [exhales deeply]
[gong resonates]
[bell chimes]
- Clap your hands, y'all.
Let's build that energy.
[percussive music]
Sonic boom.
Come on, big dog.
You got this.
♪ ♪
[high-pitched scream]
♪ ♪
- Ooh! - Oh, God!
[groans]
Was that close?
- Not at all.
[door clanks] Oh, shit.
[door creaking]
- Hey. - [clears throat]
[sighs]
- What are y'all in here doing?
- Nothing.
Talking shit about you. [chuckles]
- Pa says y'all can come out now.
- Did Daddy pay? Are we going home?
- No.
Time for church.
Pa wants y'all to lead us. [scoffs]
[laughter]
[all cheering]
- All right, quiet.
Let's see what old Eli passed down to his seeds...
[eagle screeching]
What kind of talents did he nurture?
Curious, what kind of apple fell from that tree?
- I bet rotten ones.
[laughter]
- Fuck off, Chuck.
- No!
You say that one more time.
- [whispering] Thanks, Jesse.
- Okay, fine.
He wants to preach?
Well, preach.
- Mm! Praise be to He, Jesse!
- Mm.
- You know, I'm used to us
looking down at our loyal congregation
from high above on our awesome, well-lit stage,
but it is such a treat
to be eye-level with such good, Christian men.
- And I can tell looking at these men right now
as they're looking back at us, they are wondering,
"Why would we hold these good Christian people hostage?"
- Amen. - Amen.
- This is wrong. - Look at 'em.
They're having a change of heart right now.
[laughter]
- They're almost having a change of heart.
Perhaps if, uh, dear sis were to sing a ditty right now,
that would help to change their hearts and minds.
- Uh-- - Yep, do a song.
- Well, dear bro, the, uh... [chuckles]
The thing is, there's no PA system.
Aw! [chuckles]
There's no band. There's no backup dancers.
Aw!
- Okay, well, true talents don't need, uh, PA systems.
They do the shit a cappella.
- What would I even sing?
Not trying to, like, bust out
Bobby McFerrin shit up in a barn, you know?
- Well, no one said to do Bobby McFerrin.
We're just asking you to just do a simple...
- Just sing a regular song. - Just a basic hymn, anything.
- All right. Shh. - Something from church.
- Just do it. What's wrong with you?
- ♪ Who would we be-- ♪
[scatting]
[both scatting]
- We're doing this?
[both scatting]
- ♪ Jesus ♪ - ♪ Dow-dow ♪
- ♪ Wah-wah, bow-bow ♪
- Boy, your daddy didn't leave you with much, did he?
[laughter] I mean, that's laughable!
[soft music]
Hey, boys,
that's why you never get jealous of people.
I mean, Eli raised his family with more money,
but he forgot to give them one simple gift.
♪ ♪
His time.
- Yeah! - Yeah!
- Threw money at you instead of raising you right.
♪ ♪
Jesus loves.
You know, religion used to teach us about fear.
Fear of God... - Yeah!
- Fear of the devil... - Yes!
- Fear of burnin' in hell!
- Yes! - Yeah!
♪ ♪
[softly] Fear.
♪ ♪
[rattling]
[tense music]
Now...
♪ ♪
Fear...
♪ ♪
Kept people in line.
Hey, Gemstones.
You know what?
♪ ♪
If I gave you this snake here to hold...
- Don't. I don't want to hold it.
- All the money in the world
ain't gonna save you if he bit ya.
No, sir.
You'd be dead in hours.
So what--what--
what is money gonna do for that, huh?
♪ ♪
Fear of God...
is the best chance you got.
- [groaning]
- [babbling indistinctly]
[rattling]
- God saves!
[all cheering] - Yes, sir.
- Money...
money just gets you stuff.
- Don't give him that money, Eli.
I'm telling you.
- The children are in danger.
- [sighs]
- [inhales deeply]
[line ringing]
[phone ringing]
[indistinct chatter]
- Are you ready to tithe, Eli?
[tense music]
Oh, by the way, your kids are spoiled rotten
and they're horrible preachers.
[laughter]
You should've raised 'em better.
I mean, what were you busy doing, big boy?
[laughs]
- You're all talk, Peter.
[clears throat]
You know, you were once a sweet man.
A decent man.
I know somewhere deep down inside,
that decent man still exists.
So...
♪ ♪
I ain't paying you, Peter.
You know what you're doing is wrong.
And I know you're gonna do the right thing.
Remember who you are, Peter.
[line clicks]
♪ ♪
- [snarls] Fuck!
♪ ♪
God damn it!
[muttering indistinctly]
[grunting]
You little motherfucker!
[grunts]
[thudding]
♪ ♪
- SO he ain't gonna pay?
Nothing?
Not even for his own kids?
- No, Marshall.
That's what he said.
[clattering]
- So make him pay, then.
[tense music]
Them hostages?
I say we kill one of 'em.
♪ ♪
- Kill 'em?
- Show 'em that we ain't messing around.
If he wants to see them other two again,
he better open up that wallet.
- Dakota got a point.
We done come this far.
- If you ain't got the stomach for it...
hell, I'll do it, Peter.
I don't mind killin'.
It ain't nothin' but a thing.
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
- [grunting]
Dang it. I can't do it. It won't come out.
- Just shit and stop making
such a big fucking deal about it, Kelvin.
- Do your dumps, boy!
- [mockingly] Fine!
[normally] I will, but jeez.
Like, shut up a little bit and quit throwing corn.
Let me focus. [corn clattering]
- Oh, Jesse. [chuckles]
What's up with your face, dude?
- [scoffs] Nothing.
- Your sideburns are, like, shittin' down your cheeks, man.
They crying, dog.
- No, they're not.
It's just my sweat
intermingling with the grit in the air.
- Nah, son.
That ain't grit.
That's your dye job in your sideburns
and the sweat is making it run down your cheeks!
- [laughing] - No, it's not! Fuck off!
I told you it's my sweat glands!
It's dye, dude! - [laughs]
[door creaking] - Ah!
- Did Daddy pay?
- No, he did not.
- He ain't gonna pay?
- He's refusing.
He thinks that I don't have it in me to hurt you.
Yeah, thinks he can, uh-- he can reach me.
But he's wrong.
Now, I'm gon' kill one of y'all after service today.
[tense music]
How's it feel?
Daddy loves money more than he loves his own family.
[scoffs]
Hell, he's a worse father than me.
[laughs] Right?
[snaps] Come on.
♪ ♪
- Hey!
Free us, and I'll get you the money.
- Yeah. - I can.
We run the church now.
- [laughs]
You don't run nothing but your mouth, Jesse.
- Uncle Peter.
Uncle Peter!
[door slams]
[lock clanks]
[sighs]
♪ ♪
[stomach gurgling] - [gasps]
[flatulence] [sighing]
- Gross, Kelvin. - Oh, my God.
[plopping]
- Let's pray.
[soft music]
Dear Heavenly Father,
please watch over Jesse, Judy, and Kelvin
and bring them back safely to us.
- Mm.
Please also bring swift justice
to those who have endangered our loved ones.
Smite them, Lord. Hurt them.
- And also help them to find the light in their hearts
to return them to us unharmed.
And please forgive me for thinking that
Judy was catting around, when really,
she was just abducted.
- Please, Dear Lord...
help Kelvin to find some sanitary wipes with aloe.
He chafes real bad,
and a burnt rectal from cheap TP
could make him very despondent.
- And if You don't bring him back,
I just pray, dear Lord, that you give us the strength
to do the things that we was gonna do when they was alive,
like "Bible Bonkers."
♪ ♪
- These things we ask in Your name.
Amen.
all: Amen.
♪ ♪
- Right.
Okay, you--no, you stay put.
I'll be there as soon as I can.
I know, but--
[suspenseful music]
Why?
All right.
♪ ♪
[car door opens]
[car door closes]
[engine starts]
♪ ♪
- I bet no one's gonna miss me.
I mean, Daddy will, I guess, but...
besides that, probably not anyone.
- Well, I mean, your one fucking guy
with the dead eyes and the perm.
He'll miss ya.
- Yeah. - Doubt it.
After the type of friend I've been to him...
[somber music]
Should've had his back, but...
♪ ♪
Now I may never have the chance.
- I don't want to die. [sighs]
Things are still really bad with BJ, and I--
that can't be the last time we saw each other.
- I said some pretty fucked up stuff to Amber too.
Stuff I didn't mean.
I was a dick.
I'm also the only one who has a real family.
I don't want my kids
to be one of those kids that loses a parent
like somebody in a fucking Disney movie.
I don't want my sons to be Bambis.
- I never want to be treated any differently than you guys
just 'cause I'm a lady.
But except in this situation,
because if somebody was to come in here
and just kill the one girl, that would be deeply fucked up.
- I mean, not that fucked up,
considering that Uncle Peter's a psychopath.
He ain't following any sort of rules about ladies and mens.
I mean, he might try to kill you
'cause he thinks you'll be the easiest.
- No, it's obvious.
Sorry, Kelvin, but you would be the easiest to kill.
It's, like, clear.
Uncle Peter would just, like, roll up in here,
shoot you right in your ace.
- No, he wouldn't.
- You know, I kinda can see that.
That you would just shut down mentally
'cause you're so terrified
and you would just silently roll over and, I don't know,
tearful pull down to the jeans.
♪ ♪
- Dumb.
Obviously, he would kill Jesse first.
- You know what? I get that.
Kill the biggest one 'cause he's tough to handle.
- Yup.
- Y'all really think that?
- Mm-hmm.
♪ ♪
- I've wanted people to see me that way my entire life.
♪ ♪
Thank you for seeing me that way.
♪ ♪
I know I get on y'all's nerves, always riding you and shit.
It's just because I feel like somebody needs
to make sure everything's gonna turn out okay.
- You do get on our nerves, Jesse, but...
if you get killed by Uncle Peter,
I promise we will try to avenge you.
- Y'all would do that for me?
- Yes. - Absolutely.
- Take care of my wife and kids?
- Say what? - What's that?
- Make sure that my wife and kids have a good life,
watch after 'em?
- Yeah, I feel like your kids
are old enough to take care of themselves.
- I mean, it's a big ask.
[chuckles] You know what I mean?
We don't know what our schedules are gonna be.
- All right, well, assuming your schedules were free,
would you help raise my children in my honor?
♪ ♪
- Yes. - Yes.
- Assuming we're-- both: Our schedules are clear.
- And there's nothing else pressing.
- I love you two.
♪ ♪
- I love you two.
- I also love you guys.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- We as Christian men
will constantly be tested by evil,
which is why we must remember God's word
in times of adversity
and do whatever's necessary to deliver His message.
Let us close with a song.
- [clears throat]
♪ All the gold ♪
♪ In California ♪
♪ Is in a bank in the middle of Beverly Hills ♪
♪ In somebody else's name ♪
all: ♪ So if you're dreaming ♪
♪ About California ♪
♪ It don't matter at all where you've played before ♪
♪ California's a brand-new game ♪
[laughter] - Yeah!
all: ♪ Tryin' to be a hero ♪
[chickens clucking]
♪ Winding up a zero ♪
♪ Can scar a man forever ♪
♪ Right down to your soul ♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪ Living on the spotlight ♪
♪ Can kill a man outright ♪
♪ 'Cause everything that glitters ♪
♪ Is not gold ♪
[crowd clapping rhythmically]
♪ All the gold ♪
♪ In California ♪
♪ Is in a bank in the middle of Beverly Hills ♪
♪ In somebody else's name ♪
♪ So if you're dreaming ♪
♪ About California ♪
♪ It don't matter at all where you've played before ♪
♪ California's a brand-new game ♪
♪ Brand-new game ♪
♪ A brand-new game ♪
[all cheering]
[door opens]
- Oh, fuck.
I'm just gonna go into beast mode
and start biting faces and dicks.
If I die, please don't remember me that way.
- Oh, God. - Oh, shit.
- Oh, this is happening. - Here we go.
[suspenseful music]
- [panting]
♪ ♪
- Psst.
I called Mama.
- Move your asses.
I came all this way to bust you out of here.
Let's go!
[all chuckling]
♪ ♪
[crowd singing indistinctly]
- I can't believe y'all are saving us.
- Where's Chuck? He didn't try to stop you?
I'm sure that little dick would love to see us murdered.
- He wouldn't want to see you get murdered.
I mean, he might not mind you dead,
but he wouldn't want to see it happen.
He's got him a weak stomach.
- Hey!
Y'all leavin' before you say goodbye?
- Oh, fuck me. - Oh, we're dead.
- Karl!
Did you call your mama and tattletale on us?
[chuckles] - How could you, Karl?
The Gemstones deserve what they get.
- I know how.
Your brother there, he's a big dope.
Just like his mama.
- I'm taking 'em out of here.
You try stopping me,
I'll put another hole in your face.
- We can't kill 'em, Papa. They're kin.
- [scoffs] Have you not learned yet?
Kin don't mean nothing.
You think these Gemstones care about you?
Family'll turn on you on a dime.
You gotta treat 'em like you treat anybody else.
- We're leavin'.
[gun clicks] - Hey!
[tense music]
- Karl, Jesse, Judy, Kelvin,
you keep moving.
He ain't gonna do nothing.
Chuck, come with us.
Is this the kind of man you want to follow?
- Don't do this, Mama.
- I will shoot you.
- Chuck, please come.
♪ ♪
- No.
- Fine. Stay.
- May-May. Hey, you stop!
♪ ♪
Shoot her! Do it!
- What? Shoot Mama?
- Yes, before she gets away! Come on! Do it!
Shoot her! Do it!
[horn playing "Jesus Loves Me"]
♪ ♪
[engine revving]
- [gasps]
[electric guitar music]
♪ ♪
- Gideon?
- How the hell does he know how to drive that thing?
- 'Cause he's my fucking son.
[engine revving]
- No.
- Let's see how fast you motherfuckers can run.
- [yelps]
- Come on. We gotta go, y'all.
Come on! - Jesus!
[engine revving]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
[yelps]
- Fucking Montgomerys!
♪ ♪
[goats bleating]
- Come on, May-May!
- Okay, come on! Come here!
- Fuck. Oh, fuck, oh, fuck.
♪ ♪
[engine revving]
♪ ♪
[crowd shouting]
♪ ♪
- Whoa! - Hey!
- Who's in there?
♪ ♪
- [screaming]
- [laughing] Holy shit!
♪ ♪
Whoo!
[indistinct shouting] - [snarls]
- Get out! Get outta here!
- Shotgun!
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
- Nah, bitch! - Okay. All right.
- God damn it!
♪ ♪
- [groans]
- Come on! Go, go, go, go! [engine starts]
[tires squealing]
♪ ♪
- Go! - Go, go, go, go, go, go!
Go, damn it, go! - Fuck!
[all screaming] [gunfire]
- Yes!
- Go, go! - Oh, no!
♪ ♪
- Whoo!
♪ ♪
- Shoot him!
♪ ♪
- Oh, shit!
♪ ♪
- We're gonna make it! - Okay, okay, okay, okay!
[all screaming]
- Oh, fuck!
- Oh, God.
Oh, shit.
[all cheering] [gunfire]
- Don't you fucking move!
- Oh, I want to go back to the fucking silo.
Oh, shit. - Nowhere to go!
- Whoo! - Get the fuck out of the car.
- Come on. - We got 'em.
- [sobbing]
[engine revving]
- What's that?
♪ ♪
- Whoo-whee, sucker!
[all screaming]
♪ ♪
[all cheering]
- Fuck yeah!
- Motherfuckers!
[all cheering]
♪ ♪
[all cheering]
♪ ♪
- ♪ Jesus loves all ♪
[The Moondoggies' "Jesus on the Mainline"]
- ♪ I know ♪
all: ♪ Jesus on that main line ♪
♪ Tell Him what you want ♪
♪ Jesus on that main line ♪
♪ Tell Him what you want ♪
♪ You can call Him up and tell Him what you want ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I ain't never seen Him ♪
♪ Tell Him what you want ♪
♪ I ain't never seen Him ♪
♪ Tell Him what you want ♪
♪ You can call Him up and tell Him what you want ♪
♪ ♪
♪ If you're feeling down and out ♪
♪ Tell Him what you want ♪
♪ If you're feeling down and out ♪
♪ Tell Him what you want ♪
♪ You can call Him up and tell Him what you want ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Call Him up, call Him up ♪
♪ You can call Him up and tell Him what you want ♪
[bright tone]