[soft percussive music]
[singer vocalizing]
* *
- Welcome to Lil' Piggies.
What looks good in the trough today?
- Hi, let me get two number six combo meals.
One with fries. One with rings.
And both with Dr. Blancos
and then, uh...
I just remembered it's my birthday,
so I want my free shake.
Vanilla. - Next window, please.
- Bro, what goes on in your head, dude?
You're so fucking random.
- Honestly, dude, we should film this shit
and put it on my Instagram.
- Oh, my God. People would lose their minds.
- Shh, shh, shh.
Hi there.
- Oink, oink, piggies. It's feeding time.
I got two number sixes and one free birthday shake.
Can I see your ID? - Uh, like, why?
- I need to check if it's really your birthday.
- No way. Fuck you. Just give me my free shake.
- Dude, you think you're the first person to try this shit?
- The free shake promotion is
only for our loyal birthday piggies.
Proof of birthday is required.
If you're lying about your birthday because of
the stigma surrounding food insecurity, please note that
Lil' Piggies now accepts food stamps and EBT payments.
- Food stamps?
So--so--so you're calling me poor?
Turn that shit off. - Dude, I'm just reading
the thing they tell me to read.
- So you think I can't afford a milkshake.
[chuckles] 'Cause they're $3.
- Then why you want a free one?
- Because I'm doing a joke. Because I'm smart.
I drive a fucking Escalade
in case you haven't noticed, dipshit.
- This kid has a condo.
No fucking mortgage. Fuck you.
- Dude, I can't even put a free shake
into my screen unless I scan your ID.
- You know what? You have ruined enough
of my birthday as it is. Just gonna pay for my shake.
You happy now? - Nazi.
- Literally. - Fuck.
Uh...hmm.
This isn't strawberry.
- You said vanilla. - No, I said strawberry,
and I don't want this shit, so...
* *
[tires squeal]
- Sixth fucking shake I've been hit with.
Worked here two fucking weeks.
- Thank you so much.
Could we have two barbeque sauces please?
- Of course.
- Oh, this motherfucker.
Calvin, I'm taking my break.
- Go on and pull in here and park around the back.
[doors close]
- Oh, hey, Ray-Nathan's truck.
They're back.
Do you want to tie me up or...
- No, honey, it's fine.
You ain't got to worry about Ray-Nathan.
- Oh, okay.
I guess I'm just thinking about
when he hid in my backseat to kidnap me.
- Don't let his size fool you
or his tattoos or his opiate problem.
He's just a big, old kid.
[line trilling]
- Yeah? - Yo, Donnie, what's up?
It's Shayla. - What the fuck, Shayla?
You're gonna call me after your little friend
came into my garage and beat the shit out of Paulie?
He had to cancel his vacation.
Disney fucked him on his deposit.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Look, if you want your revenge, here's your chance.
I just need you to tell me how to steal a Kia.
- [groans]
- Uh, guys, this is a lot of blood.
Wow. More and more.
- What the fuck was that, Ray-Nathan?
Are you trying to kill Mom? - I had to stop her.
She's gonna get us all sent to jail.
- Nobody's going to jail.
Cousin Tyler basically
runs the sheriff's station, remember?
And he still owes me from that hand job.
- Cousin Tyler got fired, Natty.
- What? - Yeah, he was stealing drugs
from the evidence lockup then the idiot
did them on the way home.
Crashed his cruiser into a synagogue.
- Why didn't anybody tell me that?
- Because I didn't want her to know!
And you're bad at secrets.
- My therapist says I put people at ease by sharing.
- And by giving them hand jobs. - Oh, yes, Ray-Nathan.
I love easily because I want to be loved.
Doctor Amanda says it's all connected.
- I really think she needs to go to the hospital.
I can call an ambulance. - No, I'll drive her.
- No, you fucking won't. [car alarm blares]
- [laughs] You dumbass.
Set off the fucking car alarm.
- I'm the dumbass. - Yeah.
- The only one in this family thinking straight.
This whole thing's been bungled from the jump.
You kidnap rich people. Duponts and shit.
These aren't successful businessmen.
They're losers like us. Mama must've been smoking...
- [mumbles]
- I can't understand you.
- Thought she'd get a dime out of Craig fucking Foster.
- Well, what are we supposed to do?
- Wash our hands and walk away.
We kill her, torch her car, act like it never happened.
- Her DNA is all over this club.
That bird has been picking at her hair
and making nests out of it everywhere.
- Then we burn this useless place to the ground.
Start fresh.
You know I got my five-year plan to get us into fentanyl.
That's the future.
- Run.
[suspenseful music]
Run!
Run. - Motherfucker.
- [groaning] - Mama! Mama!
* *
- Oh, my God. - Yeah, I found the yellow.
Nothing's fucking happening. - Shayla?
Shayla! - Oh, fuck, Donnie.
I gotta go. - Shayla!
- The yellow isn't wor-- [car engine revs]
Oh, hell yeah. - Shayla! Shayla?
No. Wait. Wait. - [laughs]
No.
- Fuck you, Jillian. This is what you get.
Oh, shit. - Fuck.
- Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
This is your car, Jillian. I'm not liable.
I don't know this person.
You can't prove I was driving it.
I actually, I walked here.
What the fuck?
- Jillian.
Jillian.
- Sir. Sir.
You can't just come in here. You gotta calm down.
- My friend is here somewhere. She called me to come get her.
- What's her name? - Craig.
- Jillian. - Over here.
- Oh, thank God. [laughs]
I knew you said you were fine, but I had to see for myself.
I really thought you were dead. - Craig, I'm okay now.
You don't have to worry anymore.
Although it is nice to hear you so upset.
Do you want to talk a little bit more
about how sad you were?
- Honestly, it felt like I was missing a part of my body.
- Wow. - Just total numbness.
- Oh, I love that.
- I didn't know how I was gonna go on.
- A real what's the point situation.
- I'm just so sorry I got you into this.
- No, it's fine. I knew you would come save me.
That's the only thing that got me through it.
[gentle music]
- [mimics buzzer]
Except you didn't save her.
I had to step in and take care of business.
- No, no, no, no. You were stealing her car
and you ran over a guy on accident.
You don't get to play hero. - Yes, she does.
If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be alive.
- Yeah. What now, motherfucka?
- Fine.
Thank you, Shayla, for saving my friend.
I guess I misjudged you. - And?
- Can we talk about this later, Jillian?
- You promised.
- And if you're interested,
I'd like-- - Love.
- Love to give you your old job back.
- Is that all?
- I'll have the port-a-potty cleaned every week.
Even though I shouldn't be responsible for
a Tasmanian devil absolutely leveling it with shit nonstop.
- Well, I'm not coming back. Not with that attitude.
Okay, I tried.
Fine.
You go the normal amount. - Thank you.
That's all you had to say. I'll take the job.
- Great. I'm so thrilled. Now, can we please leave?
I don't want to be here when Sheriff Boone shows up
and lets his cousins out of jail.
- I forgot to tell you, we don't have to
worry about that anymore. He got fired.
- Wait, they didn't have protection?
So then what happens to them now?
[door buzzer blares]
[soft tense music]
- Hi, sweetie. - Hi, Jackie.
How's your head? - It's fine. Why?
- Well, your son tried to kill you with a bottle.
- [scoffs]
If he really wanted to kill me, he'd'a used a brick.
- Oh.
- He loves Mama. He wouldn't brick Mama.
- So you're not mad at him? - Course I'm fucking mad.
But he's my son, so I forgave him
and, you know, maybe the dipshit'll
actually read a fucking book in prison.
- How long do you have to be in for?
- Ten years.
Five with good behavior, so you know,
probably the ten.
- Jackie, I'm so sorry.
- It's okay.
There's a silver lining.
I got the lab results from my colonoscopy.
I got cancer.
- Oh.
See, in Australia, silver lining means a good
or positive thing. - That's what this is.
When you're locked up,
the state has to provide treatment for you.
- I don't know much about prisons,
but amazing medical care
isn't the first thing that comes to mind.
- Well, in my book, free medical care
is amazing medical care.
And if I never have to speak to that fucking Lorraine
from COBRA again, it's a happy ending.
- But you had to be in prison.
- It's a happy ending, Jillian.
- A happy ending. I'm so thrilled for you.
- Can I ask you something?
Why didn't you run away from me when I skipped my colonoscopy
when you could've? - I don't know.
Um...
you're very scary to me, and
it seemed like you maybe needed someone there with you.
- You're a nice kid, Jillian. - Thank you.
- Too nice. - I'm so sorry.
- The world is gonna eat you alive
if you don't stop letting yourself get pushed around.
[phone buzzing] - [laughs]
- Yo, Agent B.
Been meaning to give you a call.
- What the fuck is happening at the Lamonca group, Isaiah?
The board just forced Rodney to step down.
I mean, I am watching shit hit the fan here
and now I have a mouth full of monkey fudge.
- I--I don't know what that means.
- It means that you gave the dongle to your brother.
It means that you fucked me on this.
- Yeah, I probably should've told you,
but I don't want to be an FBI informant anymore.
- You're a criminal, Isaiah.
You don't get to decide to stop being an informant,
in the same way that I don't get to decide to stop being bi.
I told my father that.
God, I am gonna put you in jail so fucking hard.
- Well, you gonna have to catch me first.
- You know, I'm the FBI, dipshit.
We get $10 billion a year
to track down weasel fucks like you.
- Is that so? - Sounds like you're driving.
You know, what if I just put facial recognition
through every single interstate camera in the country, huh?
- You should definitely do that.
- Isaiah... - All right.
- Isaiah, don't fucking hang up on me.
- See you around, B. - Isaiah, don't hang up.
[upbeat music]
* *
- Done. You two are officially once again
the sole owners of Henry's Farm.
Good riddance to that shit pit.
- I mean, it is our lifelong dream.
- Cool dream--and maybe one day
you can win $5,000 on a scratch ticket.
- I know you're being mean,
but honestly, that would be such a thrill.
I have come close so many times.
[knock at door] - Sorry to interrupt.
Finished that report. It's in your inbox
if you want to check it out. - Yeah, I know. I'll get to it.
- Rodney? - What?
- You're working for Prada even after she betrayed you?
I thought you'd be angry. - You fucking kidding me?
I couldn't be more proud.
To think that that little killer came from my nuts.
- Aw, it brought you two closer together.
- Oh and it's good that she's close.
Because now, when she's not looking,
I'm gonna slide a knife in between her ribs
and take back what's mine.
- I'd like to see you try, old man.
- Who was that? What was--who's talking?
All I see is an empty chair
because you're already fucking dead.
I'm gonna wear basketball shorts to your funeral
and dunk on your fucking grave.
- Love you, Dad. - Love you, too, kiddo.
I'll see you at home.
- Mm.
* *
- I'm so happy to be standing here.
Second chances are a beautiful thing.
- Henry's Farm 2.0 is gonna be a place
where we treat each other like family.
And not like a family that's mean to you and says,
"Oh, if you're hungry, just heat up a can of chili."
But then makes chicken and rice
for their dogs right in front of you.
- Talking about your family? - Maybe.
- Well, well, well. [laughs]
- God damn it. - I hope you got room
in this little family of yours for--
for one more, huh?
Hello.
Hola.
Hermanos. - Brock, everybody.
- Yeah.
My old friends, congratulations.
You've been served.
- I don't understand what's happening.
- Your ass is getting sued because Craig promised me
a part of the farm and then he never paid up.
- That's not true, is it, Craig?
- No. I mean... - It is true.
I'm planning on proving it
'cause I got the best fucking lawyer there is.
Meet Dean Trovia.
- We actually already know each other.
- Yeah, last time we saw this guy,
he was literally running away from us.
- Because I wasn't gonna win that case.
It's like my mom always used to tell me.
No one wants to dance with a loser.
- Well, you're not gonna win this case either.
- Uh, yeah we are.
If we weren't, I'd be out of here so freaking fast.
- Bet not that fast.
- Want to see fast?
I have evidence that proves
you made a binding verbal agreement.
There were a lot of people filming at that party.
- You're bluffing. Look at how much you sweating.
- This? This is just baseline sweat.
This is where I start. [chuckles]
- That's right.
- But doesn't have to be that way.
All your problems vanish if you just sign this.
[suspenseful music]
Oops. Sorry. It's hard with the casts.
Oops.
- God damn it, just--
this contract gives me my 5% of the farm,
which you promised.
- I didn't promise you anything.
- Yes, you did, you looked me right in the eye and said it.
- What are you talking about? You can't prove it.
- I'm talking about the fact that
I let you inside my socket.
I see who you are, Craig Foster.
- Jillian, what are you doing?
Can you guys give us a second?
You signed this shit? What the fuck, Jillian?
- Fair is fair. You promised him, right?
You had a deal. - No.
I mean, I don't think so.
There was a lot going on that night.
- I know Brock; he wouldn't have helped us
unless he was getting something in return.
- Okay, fine, maybe we had an informal deal,
but he was taking advantage of me
when I was worried about you.
He's not a good guy.
This is very basic dog-eat-dog stuff.
- But, like, dogs shouldn't eat dogs, right?
- Uh... - No.
When a dog eats another dog, people freak out.
- Ha! Got you assholes.
- Shit, shit, shit.
We just recorded that whole confession.
You two are even dumber than I thought.
- The party video was a bluff, but now you're screwed.
Say cheese... [groans]
- Oh. - Shit.
- [groans]
- Um, I'm gonna call 911 on your phone.
- [groans]
- Oops, I accidentally deleted the recording.
- Craig! - I'm calling. I'm calling.
[gentle music]
* *
[doorbell rings]
- Todd! Um... - Isaiah.
And it's been two months like I promised.
Here I am. - Hey, babe.
Everything okay?
- Tall Caleb?
[upbeat music]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you doing?
- Delivering the berries we owe you.
- No. No, no, no, no. We had a contract months ago
and you ghosted me. - We're so sorry.
That wasn't our choice. Our farm got stolen from us.
- But we heroically wrestled back control
and we have one truckload of berries,
which are yours if you want them.
- Normally, I'd tell you to get lost, but
the truth is, is we need saw palmetto berries.
Now more than ever. - Why more than ever?
- It's crazy, but there's all these podcasts
and videos on YouTube saying
that saw palmetto prevents prostate cancer.
It's insane, right?
- Whoa, that's--yeah. - That's crazy.
- It is amazing
that people can be that stupid, but their money's good,
so I need all the berries I can get.
- Sounds like this is gonna be the start of
a long and fruitful... - [screams]
Oh, my God! Don't touch it!
- What's going on? - Holy shit, it's huge.
- What the fuck? - What is that?
[suspenseful music]
* *
Oh, shit.
[suspenseful music]
- What the heck is that? - I think it's just a beetle.
A harmless beetle. Probably one of yours.
- It's a giant African land snail.
- Is it dangerous? - No.
- Yes. They can carry meningitis.
- Sometimes. - Which infects humans.
- Occasionally. - And it kills
one in ten people who get it.
- They usually have other co-morbidities.
- Craig, we have to burn the berries now.
- This is our last harvest of the season.
If we burn these, there are no more berries for a year.
We'll lose the farm. We'll lose everything.
- Okay, but we can't pretend there aren't snails there.
- [sighs] I know. You're right.
But there's only snails on the one crate.
We'll just toss these. The rest are fine.
- Oh, holy shit! Another one!
- [yelps] [tool clatters]
- Another one of what? We don't know what
they're talking about. They not talking to us.
- Are you talking about snails? - Yeah.
- Let's everyone just cool our jets before we go and do
something rash like burning any berries.
Just give me half an hour, okay?
Let Walt work.
- Who's Walt?
- He's Walt. He said let himself work.
Third person.
- Okay. I have got good news.
both: You do?
- So I pinged my manager on this,
we ran it up the flagpole to Corporate,
who took Legal's temperature, and...
we'd love to buy your berries. - Yes!
- Because you figured out a way to sterilize them
so people won't get sick? - Oh, no.
That is a really good idea, though.
Let me make a note of that.
I don't have a pen. Anyway, where were we?
You're gonna take the berries like this
with the snail gunk on them.
- Look, our company is about to be bought out
by a multi-national corporation.
I can't tell you which one, but
let's just say they make bleach.
- So Clorox.
- 32 different companies make bleach, so...
any of the famous ones.
But the deal is in jeopardy because we came up short
in our Q3 earnings, so we can't afford to halt saw palmetto
production during this gold rush of the market.
- But people could get sick. - Yeah, yes.
And I flagged that concern for my manager,
who circled back to Corporate, who picked Legal's brain
because trust me, nobody wants
to boil the ocean on this thing.
But everybody is confident that this passes the smell test
vis-à-vis our regulatory exposure.
- You could get sued.
- Yeah, but we'll have already been sold by then,
and all our board members will have
cashed out their stock options.
- You on the board? - Oh, I wish.
No, I bag my lunch and clock in
a 14-hour work day like any regular Joe.
- So why do you care if the board gets rich?
- That is a really good question.
Because if I were the boss
and my employees didn't wake up every day
trying to make me the most money possible,
I'd fire their ass on Christmas morning.
I don't care how many people die to snails or whatever.
Again, that's just if I were the boss.
[chuckles]
- Well, we're not gonna do it. Right, Craig?
- Yeah.
I don't think we can.
- Look, this deal cannot fall through.
So Green Bounty Organics is prepared to bring you both on
as senior consultants with a hiring bonus
paid out in stock options.
- What? Really? - Yeah. You'll have equity.
It's something I worked my entire career for.
[sighs] But don't worry.
I'll get there. I just gotta keep grinding.
Soon it's gonna be Walt's turn.
- And when the company gets sold,
we'd be... - Rich.
Really fucking rich.
- Can you give us a second?
- I don't understand. Are you and Caleb...
- Caleb has been really sweet to me in this difficult time.
- I thought we agreed that you'd give me two months, babe.
- I shouldn't have said that. What you did
was fucked up, Todd. - Isaiah.
- You told me your name was Todd.
I'ma call you Todd.
Do you have any idea how much therapy
I've been through since you left?
- Probably a lot. I talked to Kristen.
- She thinks you're a sociopath.
- I'm not. I'm a good guy now.
I went undercover,
then I had to work for Rodney Lamonca,
who is a killer, but his daughter, she's way worse.
She definitely gonna kill people later in her life.
And then, you know, obviously, working for the FBI,
and he's bisexual, and then I had to sacrifice myself
to save my brother, and then somebody got their ass
eaten by a shark. - Come on, Todd.
That's more made up than the doctor story.
- I'm telling you the truth.
- Well, I'm sorry, I guess I just assume
everybody's lying to me since I found out
my boyfriend was a fucking conman.
- But everything I've been doing,
that was all just to win you back.
So all this was for nothing.
- Yeah. - Caleb, if you don't
shut the fuck up...
- You said you saved your brother,
and he's the honest one, right?
Maybe he'll do something good with the chance you gave him.
- He fucking better.
- You don't actually wanna take this deal, do you?
- Do you realize what he's offering us?
This isn't a good job or enough money
to keep the farm afloat another year.
He's handing us a golden ticket.
It's at least worth a conversation.
- But people could die.
- I know they could, but they probably won't.
They almost definitely won't.
Look, who makes your phone?
- A company called Jamokia.
- Okay, you think Jamokia is
treating the workers in their factory well?
You think everyone who built your Kia is doing great?
- Don't you dare bring Kia into this.
- They already in it, Jillian.
We all cause so much suffering just by existing in this world.
The only thing you can do is try not to think about it.
- Well, I can't do that.
- You repress bad thoughts all the time.
Probably more than anyone I've ever met.
- That's not true. - Oh, okay.
How you feel about your recent kidnapping?
- Totally fine. It was a good experience.
Jackie's one of my best friends now.
Sort of a surrogate mother.
- See?
I'm just trying to be more like you.
Let's bottle up the darkness and keep on moving forward.
- But you're not being like me because I wouldn't hurt anyone.
I feel like I don't even know you anymore.
You've changed. - No, I haven't.
All I've ever cared about from the moment we met
was taking care of people.
Not the strangers that make our cars,
but my people. The people I love.
That means Nessa and Camille
and Isaiah and you.
Yeah, I guess that's the one way I have changed.
You're part of that group now. You my people.
- Thank you for saying that.
Means so much to me,
and I'll show my appreciation later
during a conversation that isn't about murder.
- Selling these berries could change your life, Jillian.
- I'm saying no.
And we're partners, so you can't
make this decision without me.
I'm not gonna be pushed around.
- Okay.
- Okay?
- I mean, I think it's very dumb, but...
it's also very nice.
That's what makes you Jillian.
- I'm not dumb, Craig.
- I know you're not. I was just...
[sighs] Forget about it.
Let's go back to the farm.
Tell everyone the bad news.
* *
- Mm. That is a wow margarita.
Why aren't you guys drinking?
- It's 11 in the morning.
We got a lot of work to do. What's going on?
- Well, seeing as we won't get paid
for that last shipment of berries,
we have to default on our loans.
We're gonna declare bankruptcy and close the farm.
- Motherfucker.
- I'm so sorry. - It's okay.
Come here. [sighs]
I mean, the writing was on the wall.
You two are fucking jinxes.
- Okay, well, I gotta get these berries to the burn pit.
I'm sorry we couldn't make this work.
We really tried.
Hey, we need to meet up.
[thunder rumbles]
* *
- I shouldn't be talking to you without my lawyer.
You know your fucked up trailer shattered both his ankles.
Doctor said his feet are like two socks filled with granola.
- Brought the contract.
- I don't understand. - Jillian's already signed it.
So if I sign it, too, it's done.
You're part owner of the farm.
- Why would you do that?
- Because your 5% would come half from me,
half from Jillian, so together you and me would own 52.5%
We have controlling interest.
- Yeah, no, I know what controlling interest is,
Craig, okay?
I read Corby's sport management textbooks.
I skim them. I get the headlines.
It's all stuff I already knew. What's the catch?
- I just need a guarantee
that you'll back me on certain...
big picture decisions.
- What kind of big picture decisions?
* *
- Here's a contract for you
and a contract for you. - Fuck yeah.
- Congratulations. You are now executives
at Green Bounty Organics. - All right.
Here we go. - Thank God you came through.
We need to get these berries on shelves right away.
Oh, and when are your birthdays?
I like to send all my bosses gifts.
- December 25. Christmas day.
- New developments today in the mysterious uptake
of meningitis sweeping American hospitals.
Health officials are on high alert as the outbreak
has spread across five different states.
Georgia, Mississippi... - Get the fuck out of the way.
- And Florida have all seen cases.
The CDC is now warning that the disease may be linked
to over the counter health supplements
containing saw palmetto berry extract.
- Thank God I sold that fucking farm.
- Health officials believe the berries were infected
by giant African land snails, or GAL,
a rare but highly destructive species
of invasive snail that can become infected
with a parasite known as rat lungworm.
- Oink, oink. Order number 34.
- The snails can cause eosinophilic meningitis
in humans, which can lead
to nausea, vomiting, and headaches.
Other symptoms include... - Are you my Uber?
- Yup. I'm Jillian G. Where to? - Check the fucking app.
- Right. Okay, sorry.
- So far there have been 32 recorded cases
of meningitis linked to tainted saw palmetto extract.
- Jesus Christ. - I know.
The news is such a bummer.
But that's what's great about the Maldives.
You leave the real world behind.
How long are you staying?
- I don't know yet. One-way ticket.
- Ooh, love that.
"Eat, Pray, Love." [chuckles]
- Of those 32 cases, there have been
seven hospitalizations and two--
- Nope. Turning this shit off.
- Dad. - We're not watching that.
No more TV.
- What am I supposed to do then?
- It's a new apartment. Go explore.
Go, your rooms are down the hall to the left.
- Did you say rooms? - Yeah. You have two rooms.
My girl gets a suite. - [vocalizing]
[Pitbull's "Timber"]
- Of course, I will always have room for you
and that weird white baby.
Now, come on. You need to see the view.
- * It's going down *
* I'm yelling timber *
* You better move *
* You better dance *
* Ooh, ooh *
- * Look up in the skies, it's a bird, it's a plane *
* Nah, it's just me ain't a damn thing changed *
* Live in hotels, swing on planes *
* Blessed to say money ain't a thing *
* Come jumping like LeBron, now Voli *
* Order me another round, homey *
* We about to climb, why? *
* 'Cause it's about to go down *
* Swing your partner 'round and 'round *
* End of the night, it's going down *
* One more shot, another round *
* End of the night, it's going down *
* Swing your partner 'round and 'round *
* End of the night, it's going down *
* One more shot, another round *
* End of the night, it's going down *
- * It's going down *
* I'm yelling timber *
* You better move *
* You better dance *
* Let's make a night *
* You won't remember *
* I'll be the one *
* You won't forget *
* It's going down, it's going down *
* I'm yelling timber *
* You better move *
* You better dance, you better dance *
* Let's make a night, let's make a night *
* You won't remember *
* I'll be the one, yeah, I'm the one *
* You won't forget, you won't forget *
* Whoa, oh, oh *
* Oh, oh, oh, hey *
* Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh *
* Whoa, oh, oh, oh! *
* Oh, oh, oh *
* Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh *
* Whoa, oh, oh * - Timber.
- * Whoa, oh, oh * Come on.
* Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh * It's going down.
* Whoa, oh, oh * - Timber.
- Not a doctor. Shh.