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(gentle foreboding music)
(tense suspenseful music)
(tense heavy rock music)
(sirens blaring)
(alarm beeping)
(droning heavy metal music)
- Up, up, up, up.
We can't be late again.
Breakfast in five.
(water sloshes)
(lid clacks) (button clicking)
Hey, you want toast?
- Sure.
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
- [Caller] Hi, is this Marni Jackson?
- Yes, it is.
(caller speaks faintly)
- You guys know you're not supposed to call
before 9:00 AM, right?
- [Caller] I just wanted to let you know
if there was anything-
- Yeah, and I don't have it.
Fuck you very much.
- Vultures.
(toaster clicks)
(house rumbling)
- Your hair is getting longer than mine.
(upbeat music)
Let's go! Come on, hurry!
(upbeat music continues)
(car doors slamming)
Hurry!
(engine cranks)
Yes!
Buckle up.
(car whooshes)
- When are we gonna get a new car?
- When you buy me one.
- Oh, that reminds me, I need that $10.
- What for?
- Field trip.
- When is that due? - Yesterday.
Can I download "Mobile Assassination" on your phone?
- What is that even?
- It's a game where you shoot each other.
Look, they have it.
- Just what we need, people shooting each other.
How's it work?
- Well, first you get the name of a person
and then you have to try and shoot 'em on your phone.
Someone else will have your name and then they're after you,
and once you kill your target,
your next assignment is their target,
and it just goes on and on
until there's only one person left,
and that person's the champ.
- Well, what if you get someone
in like, China? (horns honking)
Shit. Fuck you!
- The game will find someone close to you.
- A, that's a little creepy, and B,
my phone screen is cracked and on its last legs.
(phone rings) C, don't answer that,
C, how much does it cost?
- $29.
- In this family, we shoot people for free.
(sludge sloshes)
Shit!
Shit, shit, shit!
(horn honking)
Hurry up, I'm gonna be late.
Come on, let's go. Jason!
I love you too.
- Good morning.
- I have to pay for his field trip.
- Yes, you do. It's $10.
You could have sent the money with Jason.
- I know.
We were already late.
- These are going out in the backpacks tonight,
but you might as well know now,
the cost of lunch is going up a teeny bit.
- Are you fucking kidding?
- No, I'm not fucking kidding.
- How am I supposed to...
We are on the reduced school lunch program.
- That's going up too.
I guess there have been some cutbacks.
I'm sorry.
- Thanks.
♪ ("Nasty Girl" by Chick Flick plays) ♪
- Jesus, man, are you OK?.
- I need the devil!
You got the devil!
- Fuck, no, I don't! Sorry.
- This will almost get you a gallon.
- Oh, come on.
How come gas is like 30 cents more here
than it is out on the highway?
- You're gonna walk out there and get it?
- So they pump energy outta the ground around here,
and then we still have to pay more to put it in our cars?
- Sucks, right?
What's your name?
- Marni.
- How's life been treating you, Marni?
- Like a real fucking bitch.
What's your name?
- I'm Dave.
- Fuck off, Dave.
(upbeat rock music)
- [Daryl] Hey there, hot stuff.
- Hey.
- These need to go in the back pronto.
- Okra?
I think you got the wrong shipment.
- No, it's ours, and I have a plan,
but you just worry about them boxes.
- Hey!
- Relax.
Just a pat on the back for a job well done.
- What's with the new truck?
- Oh, you like?
How about we take it for a spin?
- I don't think your wife would appreciate that.
- What Deb don't know won't hurt her.
(objects rumbling)
- Second one today.
- Oh, I've had more than two hard-ons today.
- You're disgusting.
- Oh, come on.
You love me. Admit it.
But put that okra on the bottom.
I'm all about easy access.
- Hey. - Hey.
So how many quakes was that today?
- Two, and watch out.
He's extra grabby today.
- Why, there she is.
- Hey, big daddy.
♪ ("Leaving You Now" by Chad Harvey plays)♪
- I gotta go. You good?
- No problem.
- [Daryl] Marni.
- What?
- Where you going?
- You know where I'm going.
- Can't he take the bus?
- You know that he gets beat up on the bus.
- Boy's gotta be as big as me by now.
You need to toughen him up.
(upbeat lively music)
- You know you don't have to pick me up every day.
- You know that I like to hear about your day,
and I don't like you walking past these extraction sites.
There's a lot of addicts nowadays.
You gonna stand there rolling those eyes
or you want these leftovers I brought for you?
- Poppers?
- No, just mozzarella sticks.
There's black beans in the cupboard if you're still hungry.
- Yum.
- Leave them for me then if you don't want them.
- I want 'em.
- You got homework?
- No, not really.
- What does that even mean not really?
I will see you later.
- Okay.
- Love you, kiddo.
♪ ("Get Lit" by Chad Harvey plays) ♪
- Gimme another one of these
and a glass of water too, please.
- Okay. You got it.
- Yeah, I don't need that.
It can just be tap water.
- There you go.
- I forgot.
- I saw you playing over there.
You're pretty good.
- Yeah, I've played off and on since I was a kid.
Even won a few tourneys back home.
- Wow, you know, I'm about to take my break.
Do you wanna play?
- You wanna play with me?
- Yeah, I wanna play with you.
- You got it.
- You'll have to buy me one of those too.
- Oh, you wanna play for money?
- Why else?
- I thought we were gonna have some fun.
- It is gonna be fun kicking your ass.
(balls clacking)
♪ Bartender, another round for the boys ♪
- Oh my gosh!
♪ ("Get Lit" continues) ♪
Shit, let's play again.
- Oh, come on honey.
- I ain't done with you yet, big boy.
- All right then.
- But I'm gonna need another beer.
(balls clacking)
Again! Whoo!
- Really?
- Mm-hmm, please, please, please, please.
- All right. All right.
How much?
- How about 100?
- That's a lotta stakes.
You got it?
- Oh yeah.
Rack 'em, big boy.
- Okay, po' girl.
♪ Whoa, whoa, get lit ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, get lit ♪
♪ Whoa, whoa, get lit ♪
♪ Look at everybody trying to quit, get lit ♪
- Gotta get back to work.
- You fucking bitch!
- Hey! - What!
- Get the fuck outta here if you're gonna be a sore loser.
- I'm not going nowhere, fuck head!
(blow thuds)
- My cut, please.
And the seed money you took from the till.
- Thanks for taking care of that jerk.
- Anything for my girls.
- That's enough.
- Some guy left this for you.
- Who, another nasty-ass extraction guy?
- [Daryl] No, he had all his teeth.
("Brain Bugs" by Half Knocked Out plays)
♪ I'm losing focus ♪
♪ I'm losing my mind ♪
♪ My days are faded, but I'll be all right ♪
♪ These are my final words ♪
(gentle solemn guitar music)
(bottle fizzes)
(objects rattling)
- [Joseph] End the extraction.
End the extraction.
- Can we go see a movie tonight?
- I gotta work tonight like most Saturdays.
- End the extraction. - But I have some vouchers
to the budget cinema if you wanna go with a friend.
- That was expired like two years ago.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah, I checked last week.
- Okay, well I can scrounge up some cash.
- It's all right.
I don't really have anyone
to go with anyway. - End the extraction.
End the extraction.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Are you all in favor of stopping the extraction?
Well, what if I put you on our mailing list?
Lots of opportunities.
We're really starting to mobilize.
- I don't know.
- Look, we've got some really solid proof
that the extraction's causing the earthquakes,
it's causing this dirty water,
and it's absolutely causing this godawful smell in the air.
- Okay, but what about all the jobs it's created?
I mean, my bar's been really busy.
- Oh, more drunks drilling in the ground.
That's exactly what we need.
Beside, has your income gone up,
or has the boss pocketed all the profits?
- Good point, gimme the damn form.
- Miss Marni Jackson.
I'm Joseph Lewis.
- Joe Lewis. Like the boxer?
- Just Joseph.
- Well, "just Joseph," are you looking for volunteers?
- Always. You're interested?
- No, but my son is.
- What? - Yeah!
What do you say, Jason?
You know, do something good, make some friends.
- I don't know.
- Tell you what, why don't you take some information
and come back if you're interested.
- I...
We take people of all ages and hairstyles.
- Um, okay.
- Looks good, by the way.
End the extraction.
- Hey, listening to some good tunes?
- It's Pierce The Veil.
- Can I help you?
- Oh, hey, are you Marni Jackson?
- Yeah.
- You're hard to get a hold of on the phone.
Can we take a minute
to talk about your student loans, Marni?
- This isn't a good time.
- You know, it kinda seems like there's never a good time.
- Your piece-of-shit school charges me outrageous interest
on a useless degree that no employer
in Extraction recognizes.
- Well, it's not the school.
The school sold the debt to us,
but either way, you know, you signed a contract.
- Yeah, and I guess I signed up to be a single mom
working at a bar too, huh?
- I can relate, believe me.
But why don't we go inside and we sit down
and we get you in the program to help you outta this mess?
- You can relate?
Get the fuck off my property!
- That's totally uncalled for.
- Men do whatever the fuck they want in this town.
- Why can't I?
- Because- - Because nothing.
Get the fuck off my property!
- Suit yourself, but if something doesn't change,
this isn't gonna be your property for long.
- I'm sorry you had to see that.
- I've seen worse.
Mom, why don't you let me get a job?
- Jason, you have to study and work hard at school.
- Bullshit.
- Language.
- Come on, you want me to volunteer.
Why don't I just find something
that can make us some money instead?
- Like what?
- I don't know.
I'm sure I can find something in the extraction.
- Don't you dare.
You are no muck kid, okay?
You have to study and work hard
and design the next Mobile Annihilation game,
or volunteer and do something good
for the world and your life,
and I don't want you digging in the mud
making some rich rich assholes richer.
You got me?
Good. Good.
Now if we hurry, I can sneak into something
at the budget cinema.
- Screw it, I'll go check out
what those volunteers are doing.
- Okay. That's good.
(sludge sloshing)
(footsteps clomping)
- Hey there, sweet thing.
- Hey.
- You know, you are no fun at all anymore.
- Thanks.
New boots?
- Oh, you like?
Genuine crocodile.
- How much did those cost?
- Well, don't concern yourself with that.
- I'm always concerned with my finances.
How about a raise?
- A raise?
Didn't I just give you a raise?
- No.
- That was Sharon, right?
Kindness goes a long way.
(desk clacking)
(safe clunking)
(upbeat bluesy rock music)
(balls clacking)
- I've got winner?
- That'll be me.
- You'll do.
- Eight ball?
- Please.
Nine ball.
Is this table even close to level?
- Well, the earthquakes play hell with it,
but I can slip some coasters under there if you want.
- Nah, it won't matter.
- You're right, it won't matter.
(balls clacking)
Best two outta three.
- Looking good.
(balls clacking)
- Wow, that's the first time
somebody's beat me twice in a row in quite a while.
Why don't I get you a drink?
Start a tab.
Maybe it'll disappear.
- You're the best loser I've ever met.
- Yeah, well, I've had a lot of practice losing.
- [Daryl] Marni!
- Who's that?
- That's the dipshit who owns this place.
- Want me to beat his ass?
- I wanna know where you learned to play pool like that.
What can I get ya?
- Cheap bourbon.
I don't know, I just picked it up.
Bars, bad men.
- I feel you there.
Where are you from?
- Nowhere. You?
- Here, which is probably worse than nowhere.
- Yeah, what is up with this town?
Is it rich or is it poor?
- Well, there's a little old money,
a few new extraction millionaires,
and the rest of us fighting over the scraps.
- I thought maybe I could stand it long enough to, you know,
make some quick extraction money and then move on,
but I was there for half a day and some guy broke his hip.
I was like, no thanks.
- You're too good for 'em.
- Am I?
- Yeah, definitely.
- Am I like, too hot for 'em?
- Yes, definitely.
- Hey sweetie, my liver ain't gonna kill itself.
- Charming thought.
What can I get you?
- Let me get a beer and a shot.
(trash cans clanking)
- Wait, wait, wait, I don't even know your name.
- Names are kinda boring.
But Steph.
- Marni? You out here?
- Shit!
Oh my God. What am I doing?
- These things happen.
- They don't usually happen to me.
- They happen to me all the time.
What? Jealous?
("Flirt" by Twirl plays)
♪ Flirt ♪
(brooding heavy metal music)
- Nice.
- It was my grandma's, and it could be nice
if I could afford to keep it up.
Usually I turn it down, but tonight, we'll let it play.
("All a Dream" by Marlee Carpenter plays)
- [Steph] You okay?
- How am I gonna introduce you to Jason?
- Say I'm your friend, your pool partner.
- I am serious.
This is new territory for me, and it's really new for him.
- Listen, I can be back on the bus before he even wakes up.
- I was hoping you'd stick around, you know, for a while.
- This has been a blast,
but you do not want me as your girlfriend.
- I didn't say anything about that.
Just, you know, maybe a few days.
You don't even have bus fare outta here.
- Through breakfast, that's all I'm gonna promise.
- Asshole!
- Look, stay or go, money's an issue.
- Well, why don't you just hustle some pool?
- Same goes to you.
You can beat anybody in this shit town,
or at least you could until I showed up.
Why don't you make more money at it?
- There's nobody around here that'll gamble
any decent money on pool.
- Yeah, you need people with money to lose.
- Which, I mean, the extraction guys.
- But they need to have money to lose,
and they need you to think that they're pretty good,
and they need to care whether other people think
they're pretty good.
- Oh wait, I think I might have someone,
but I'm gonna need some decent seed money.
- Take it from the register.
- Okay, Daryl's okay with staking me
a little bit at the bar, but he would lose his shit
if I asked for some serious money.
- I didn't say ask.
(cereal crunching)
- So Jason, what sort of stuff are you into?
- I don't know, like teenage stuff, I guess.
- Like what? Girls?
- No, not necessarily.
I don't know, what were you into in high school?
- Girls.
Stuff. Girl stuff.
I don't know, I like your hair.
- So how do you two know each other?
- We're friends.
- Yeah.
You have friends at school?
- Nope.
- [Steph] Why not?
- Because they're all assholes.
- All of them?
Not even just like 90% of them?
- Well, they make fun of my hair and I'll be like,
well, what are you looking at?
And then they'll say uh-uh, and I'll go, uh-uh.
- What about sports?
- I used to be on my school's baseball team for a while.
- Yeah? What happened?
- It didn't work out.
- I like to hit things.
You wanna go through a bit after breakfast?
- Sure.
- Hey, were those anti-extraction signs I saw in your room?
- Yeah, I went yesterday.
There were about 50 people going strong.
- Right on.
- That's great, kid.
- They all liked my hair.
- [Steph] There you go.
(people chuckling)
- Who was that girl last night?
- What girl?
- Don't gimme that.
I saw everything.
- Yeah?
- Well, enough.
I saw her kick your ass at pool.
How much did that cost me?
- Nothing, it was a friendly game.
No money exchanged hands.
- Friendly, huh?
Things looked pretty friendly between you two.
You're not going queer on me,
are you? - Shut up.
- Because I've got the cure for that.
(blow thuds)
- Keep your goddamn hands off me!
Or next time I'm gonna use this.
(Marni screams)
Hey.
- Hey.
- What's up with you and Daryl?
- Nothing.
- Come on.
- Well, he's been over to the house some.
- Ew. Gross.
Hence the raise?
- Look, he's got money and I'm saving for art school.
- Wait, you charge for it?
- A couple of guys, yeah, Daryl included.
I wouldn't be able to save anything on what I make here.
Don't look at me like that.
- I'm not saying anything.
- Good.
("Devil Child" by Chick Flick plays)
- Seed money.
- Cash?
- Yeah, including the grocery money.
- The pool player, hey, you made it.
- Marni.
- Marni, yeah.
Hey, weren't you a couple years behind me in school?
- Yeah.
- Uh-huh.
- I thought the name on the card looked familiar.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- I hope you don't mind I brought a few guests.
My son Jason and my friend Steph.
- Hey, more the merrier, right?
Come on, we're just having a little house warming party.
Let's go.
You like that, huh?
Yeah, I'm gonna have to learn how to play this
one of these days.
You know, I saw you put a hurting on my guy Chris
the other night, and then your boss
put a real hurting on him a little bit later, of course.
But it was right then I said to myself,
I have got to meet this girl.
- I think you've got it all wrong.
I just hit a few lucky shots.
- Lucky shots. All right.
This way.
- You seem to have done pretty well
for yourself since school.
- Yeah, well, we had a bunch of land in the family.
Really wasn't worth anything
until the extraction came along, that is.
That made me what I like to call comfortable.
- Oh, do you have a place
where Jason could go watch some TV?
- Oh yeah. Sure, sure.
Hey, but there's a bunch of kids out back
playing a little Mobile Assassination.
Any interest?
- Yeah, I mean, I don't have an account.
- Don't worry about it.
We'll set you up.
Hey, this evening we'll all go out on the boat, huh?
The lake doesn't smell so bad later in the day.
- Yeah. Yeah. - See?
All right, come on.
- Beers, wine, booze?
- Oh, beers are good.
- Nice kid, but what's with the hair?
- It's the way he likes it.
- Well, I get it.
Hey, I'd dye my hair hot pink
if I thought I could get some more of it, huh?
Look at that, huh?
So Marni, how much you wanna play for?
- Oh, I thought we could just play.
- She thought we could just play.
I know you're not gonna give me everything you've got
unless you got something riding on it.
How about
600?
- $600.
Rack 'em.
(balls clacking)
- Eight ball side pocket.
- It's gonna be a tough one.
(objects clattering) (house rumbling)
We play right through those.
You know, it don't scare me none.
Sounds like money to me, right boys?
(objects clattering) (house rumbling)
All right, all right, everybody out for a few minutes,
come on.
(trophy thuds)
- Are you alright?
- Oh yeah. Where's Jason?
Huh, glad he's taking it well.
- What are you doing?
Get her some ice!
Hey look, quake's over, house is fine.
Let's get back at it.
Everybody.
- The quake moved the balls around.
- So the bet's off.
- You know, the rule is if there's a quake,
you play the balls where they lay.
It's the only way to do it.
- She's got a head injury from your stupid trophy.
- I can take the shot if I can sit down for just...
Thanks.
- You know, if you can't take the shot, then you forfeit.
Simple as that.
- You don't even need the money.
You invited her here as your guest,
and this is how you treat her?
- House rules.
- You're the house!
- Why, yes I am. (laughs)
- What if I take the shot for her?
- Steph, what are you talking about?
You don't even know how to play.
- But what choice do we have?
You can't even stand up.
- All right, all right, sure.
Honey, if you can sink that eight ball, money's yours,
and since I'm such a good sport, I'll throw in another $200.
You can win eight, I can win six.
Fair enough?
- Fair? No.
I'll take it.
- Well, you gotta call your shot of course.
- Side.
- Side?
Off of which cushions?
- No cushion.
(ball clacks)
- What the?
- Not bad.
- I almost felt like you were overacting just a bit.
- I was not expecting to get bonked, okay?
I wasn't planning on that.
- Hey mom, can we afford Mobile Assassination now?
- No, Jason.
I cannot believe you milked them for more.
- Well, I always say money won is sweeter than money earned.
Sellersburg is close to here, right?
- It's a couple hours away.
- Let's go make some more money.
- Is there a pool room there?
- Underground private game if this is right.
They play for some pretty serious cash
and there's people standing around betting on it.
- It's basically a fight club for pool.
- So what do you say we get a little dolled up,
talk our way into that place and clean some dudes out?
- How good are these guys?
- I can beat 'em, and if I show you a few things,
so can you.
("Take Me For a Ride" by the Fulco Brothers plays)
Part of your training.
(balls clacking)
There we go.
♪ 'Cause all I want is your loving ♪
♪ I got to have your loving ♪
- Remember, we gotta win the first one.
That is all the cash we have.
- Got it.
(upbeat bluesy rock music)
Yeah, baby.
(balls clacking) (people murmuring)
- Which one of you is Steph?
- I'm Steph, this is Marni.
She's gonna play.
- You got money?
You're next.
Money goes over there.
(upbeat urban music)
(balls clacking)
- Police! Everybody freeze!
(beer sloshing)
- Run!
I got it! I got it!
Go, go, go!
(blow thuds)
- That was amazing! (laughs)
Holy shit!
How did you know we could get away with that?
- I didn't.
I'm just as surprised as you were.
I mean, I guess I just have an instinct to grab and run.
I mean, serves that guy, right
for being that nonchalant with that kinda money, right?
- Steph, we can't keep all of this.
- Seriously?
Fuck those guys.
We've worked our butts off for jerks like that, man.
Where has it gotten us?
- Okay fine, but for real,
why are the cops not even chasing us?
- Bite your tongue, girl.
- Later.
- I don't think that was a serious raid.
Those guys were looking for a payoff.
I mean, they didn't even have anybody
watching the back door.
I mean, I bet this happens all the time.
- Bunch of corrupt bastards.
- Yeah, that's why I don't think
we'll get any blow back for them.
I mean, these guys don't care about us.
We're like invisible to them
as long as the kickbacks keep kicking.
I just think we need to go home,
lay low for a while and we'll be fine.
- Money won is sweeter than money earned.
- And money grabbed is the sweetest of all.
(car whooshes)
(desk clacking)
(safe clanking)
- What? - What?
- Did you want something?
- Yeah, you hand wrote a check
to Allied Distributors for $10,000?
How do you want that entered in here?
- Put that down as kitchen stock.
- Okay, so I put the money that I took out
back into the till.
- You sucker.
- Come on, I am all caught up on Jason's school payments,
and I made a payment on the house,
and I bought all these cute little mums.
Though I'm still up to my ass in student loans.
- Fuck him.
- I've still got Daryl feeling me up on the regular.
You know he's paying Sharon for it?
- Yep.
- And he's somehow still jamming cash into that safe
and buying expensive shit
while I do all the work around there.
- In a world of awful fucking dudes.
(bottles clink)
- I mean, how is he getting all of that cash
totally off the books?
- Those extraction guys throw on a lot of cash.
- That could be some of it, but I'm telling you
that safe is jammed full of cash.
He takes some of it to the bank,
he spends some of it on expensive shit,
but it is piling up faster than he can get rid of it.
- Is he in the drug business?
- Holy shit.
- Maybe I should follow him and find out.
- No, I don't want you anywhere near that asshole.
- Well, are there creepy guys
coming in and outta there a lot?
- Daryl's a creep, so naturally, he hangs out with creeps.
Could be some of it, but,
maybe those random checks that I've been entering
are a part of it too.
- What if you and I just took that money?
- Shut up.
- I mean it.
- Steph, seriously, we need to quit while we're ahead.
- You just explained your financial situation.
Are you ahead?
- I'm ahead more than I was a few days ago.
- The combination of the safe is in the desk, right?
And you've got a key to the bar?
So what if we just sneak in there
in the middle of the night, clean out the safe.
We could be three states away before he found out.
We could head out west, start over.
- Where out west?
- I dunno, oceans, mountains.
- We need new IDs but with money,
that shouldn't be a problem.
- Steph, okay, that is starting to sound way too real.
- I'm dead serious.
He wouldn't call the cops.
He'd have to answer too many questions
about where all that cash came from,
and we know it didn't come from hard work.
So the bar closes at what, 2:00 AM?
- Three.
- And it's closed on Monday
and it doesn't open until noon on Tuesday.
- Why is this suddenly a thing for you?
Have you done this before?
- Not even close.
- Well, neither have I.
That's the point.
- No offense, Marni, what do you have to lose?
- We happened to get lucky with that pool room thing,
but that does not make us criminal masterminds.
I mean, we could fuck this up in a million different ways
and end up in jail or worse.
Daryl has a temper and I have a son to worry about.
- I hate getting squishy,
but listen,
the way I feel about you two,
it's like nothing I've ever felt before ever.
This place sucks, Extraction sucks, this town.
This town is death.
You two are too good for it,
and there's nothing left here for any of us,
and your nasty-ass boss deserves anything and everything
he has coming to him, and here's what else.
Here's the kicker, Daryl's a big dumb asshole.
If we don't steal his money, somebody else will.
- Just who I was wanting to see.
I'm gonna need you in back for a while on the dishwasher.
- What?
- Sharon and Nick can tend bar.
- Nick can't bartend for shit.
- He can pull beers outta coolers for these muckety fucks.
- Why the demotion?
- It's for your own good.
When you lean over that bar, mm,
I just don't think I could control myself.
- Fuck off, Daryl.
What about the bookkeeping?
- I still need you for that.
No one else around here can do math.
(droplets tapping)
(tense suspenseful music)
- So Jason, we have something to ask you.
- Shoot.
- How would you feel about moving out west for a while?
- Out west?
Like, what, like, by Extraction Zone 12?
- No, like, way away from Extraction.
Think oceans and mountains.
You know, the west coast.
- You kidding?
A thousand percent in favor.
- It's nice out there.
There's more opportunities.
- Would it be the three of us?
- Maybe.
Definitely a first, but we'll see how things go.
- I've spent some time out there.
I know some good places we can live.
- I mean, would you rather, you know,
surf or play Mobile Abominations?
- Surf, or at least, you know,
hang out with some surfer chicks.
- That's what I'm talking about.
- So when are we thinking about going?
- Well, how about tonight?
- Tonight?
No, when are we thinking?
- Tonight.
- Tonight?
Mom, I've got meetings with Joseph and all of those guys.
I have tests. - It's kind of urgent.
- Urgent how?
- I can't really tell you about it.
- You can't be serious.
- She's serious, kid. - Okay, Steph.
No offense, but I'm talking to my mom right now.
Not you. - Don't be rude to her.
- You guys are being pretty fucking rude to me.
- Hey, no cursing at the table!
- Cut the shit, mom.
- I will cut the shit.
You know what?
Pack a bag and be ready to go at 3:00 AM.
(gentle foreboding music)
(keys jangling)
Okay, this must be it, three numbers.
Okay, try this. 28, 10, 39.
Try it again. 28.
Nope, turn it a bunch of times to the right first,
and then turn it all the way back past that one to 10,
and then straight to 39.
- No, are combination locks always right, left, right?
- Try left, right, left.
It's 28, 10, 39.
- [Steph] 28, 10, 38.
- No, 39, Steph.
- 28. - You have to turn it
a bunch of times to the right.
- 28, 10, 39, nothing.
- Dammit!
(footsteps tapping)
- [Daryl] Gimme just one second.
- Hidden in plain sight, huh?
- Didn't know I'd love okra so much.
These things really all they're cracked up to be?
- These little devils are like rocket fuel for the mucks.
They work harder, they keep on popping 'em.
It's a win-win.
- Glad I could help 'em be more productive.
I should feed 'em to my staff of deadbeats.
How would you guys like a cigar to celebrate?
- Yo, Daryl.
What's up with this black and red shit?
Why they a different color?
- Huh, no idea.
- You're not messing with our stuff, are ya?
- Me? Hell no!
- Go get Louie.
- Who's Louie?
- You'll see.
- Listen, I don't want anything to affect
what we got going on here.
This is great.
Believe me, I'm ecstatic with this arrangement.
- We'll see what Louie has to say.
- This is Louie?
- I need you to take this for us.
Tell us if we're good, huh?
- So we're gonna sit here and wait 'til this kicks in?
- Louie, make it fast.
- Yeah. With pleasure.
- Oh yeah!
Whoo!
- We good?
- Oh, we're good!
We good! - No problem. We're good.
- We're good.
- How about a drink?
- Let's make it a lot of drinks.
- Say, you need any work done in here?
'Cause Louie's pretty amped up.
- No, he can just chill.
- Louie won't be chilling.
- Why don't you take a couple laps
while we have a drink, huh Louie?
- You got it! You got it!
- Hey!
(tense suspenseful music)
- What the fuck?
What the fuck! What the fuck!
- Hey! - Come here!
- Hey!
(object thuds)
- [Marni] Jason, get in the car!
What the fuck!
(engine cranks)
(engine revs)
- Oh, forgot.
- What was that?
- We can talk about it in the morning.
- You need to get to bed.
You have school in the morning.
- I thought we were moving.
- We're not moving, Jason.
Go to bed, and nothing to anybody
at school tomorrow about moving.
- Glad your plan was so well thought out.
(Marni crying)
- Shit!
Shit!
Why do I get mixed up in this shit all the time?
They would have killed us if they caught us.
Holy shit!
- You don't know that.
- Why did I think you were cool,
and why did I think that this half-baked plan
was gonna work, and why do I fall for this bullshit
over and over and over?
- We took a chance.
It didn't work out, but we'll get another chance.
- Steph, this is wrong.
I want you to leave.
- Jason gets it and so should you.
This place is dangerous.
We need to get the fuck out,
but without money we can't do that!
- Me and my son, will take our chances here without you.
(melancholic dramatic music)
(Steph crying)
- Hey. - Hey.
You know I love you, right kiddo?
- I know, Mom.
Love you too.
- Jason.
I'm sorry.
- So am I?
- No, you don't have anything to be sorry about.
I acted like a complete idiot,
and I'm gonna clean up my act this time, okay?
Want some eggs?
- Sure.
("Damaged" by Biletska plays)
♪ Emotionally damaged, damaged, damaged like you ♪
♪ Must've been dreaming, there's someone in my head ♪
♪ Emotionally damaged like me, like them, yeah ♪
- [Marni] Jason, is there someone here?
- It's Joseph.
- [Marni] Who?
- The guy from the resistance.
- Oh, right.
- Hi. - Hello.
- Joseph, I'll be right back.
- Okay. Sounds good, man.
- Thanks for taking interest in Jason.
He's been really down for the cause.
- Well, we're really getting it together.
Jason's been great.
It's rare that we see such a kid with all the enthusiasm
and passion that he has.
- That's good to hear.
- You should come down and volunteer.
Yeah, come on.
- No, no, I have no time, and even less energy.
- Well, I'm sorry to hear that.
Seems like you're in a bit of a rut.
- That is an understatement of the century. (laughs)
- Well, maybe we could go out and talk about it sometime.
- That sounds really nice,
but I don't think it's the right time.
- All right.
- Yeah? - Let's rock.
- All right, rock and roll, man.
♪ When I finally let go of what you mean to me ♪
♪ When I finally let go ♪
♪ It was all a dream ♪
- I know, I know. - I am.
- Hi.
- Oh, you're not interrupting anything.
Deb was just about to go out shopping.
Buy yourself something nice, babe.
- Hey, about Daryl and what's been happening.
Stay away from him.
- Excuse me?
- You heard me. He's mine.
(engine cranking)
(engine cranks)
(gentle dramatic music)
- This is what I'm saying, right?
This is the same thing.
The same thing we've seen in other places, right?
Mountaintop removal someplace there, right?
Fracking in another place, clear cutting someplace else.
They come in, they throw around
which looks like a lot of money for a little while,
and some of us may even have jobs,
but we don't even work all those jobs.
A lot of new people come in.
Not bad people, but they work those jobs.
Do you know who you won't see
looking for a house around here?
- The bosses!
- The owners!
- That's right, the owners and the bosses
'cause they're up in New York sitting on their rich asses,
counting all the money that we pull out the ground.
- We have to go now.
- [Joseph] You know what I'm saying?
- [Jason] I thought we were going home.
- I need to see something really quick.
I'm sorry.
Let's talk.
- What if you try a bunch of different variations
of the combination every day when he's not there?
- There's too many people
that come in and out of that office all the time,
and his little friend Sharon would run straight to him
if she ever saw me messing around with that safe.
- I'm just thinking odd here, but maybe just ask him,
tell him you needed access to the safe
for accounting purposes.
- He would never go for that.
He always handles the money from the till,
and he would lose his shit
if I went anywhere near that safe when it's open.
- What if we blackmail him?
Tell him we know about the okra or him and Sharon.
- How would we know?
- Does it matter?
- Yes, it does.
If he knew that we knew,
we could end up in a ditch somewhere.
- Well then, it's gotta be brute force then.
We gotta beat it out of him.
I mean it, choke him until he opens the safe.
- He weighs more than the both of us combined,
and he's usually packing.
- Trick him some way?
- I mean, we could steal it-
- And bash him in the head when he already has it open.
- Or we could-
- What if we?
- I don't know, I give up.
- We need help.
(gentle solemn dramatic music)
- What happened to you?
- I don't wanna talk about it.
- You don't have to talk about it.
I know what happened.
I got one question for you.
- What's that?
- You wanna do something about it?
(phone rings)
We kinda gotta get into the safe,
but we don't have the combination.
Here's the (speaks faintly).
- What's gonna happen. (speaks faintly)
After you zip tie him, we're gonna jump on his back
with the gun.
- You want me to (speaks faintly).
You know I've been waiting for it.
- Right?
♪ Losing it and losing see, you tell me ♪
♪ I'll be happy some other week ♪
- Come on, come on, baby, come on.
- These look fucking real.
♪ Without you, without you, without you ♪
- [Steph] Get up real slow or I'll blow your head off.
- I can't hear you with that mask on.
- [Marni] Get up real slow
or I'll blow your fucking head off!
(phone dings)
I gotta pick up Jason.
- [Sharon] Come on in.
- It's kinda small.
Is that where you?
- Yeah, usually the couch.
- Sorry.
- Sharon, these are amazing.
- Aw, thanks Steph.
- Okay, let's get to work.
Couch, bedroom.
(heavy bag thumping)
(door chimes ding)
- Hi, how can I help you?
- We were thinking about joining a gym.
Wondering if you could tell us about this place.
- Great, what would you like to know?
- I don't know, what do you got?
- So we have a huge room of weights, we have stair climbers.
- I actually need to use the restroom.
Somewhere I can go?
- Yeah, sure, it's right over there.
- Okay, thanks, I'll be right back.
- All right, so stair climbers, treadmills.
- Yeah, so we have rowing machines,
we have this like upper body thing
that helps you do pull-ups.
We have a huge room.
(tense dramatic music)
- [Tony] Give you guys a tour.
- You know, I think we have all the information we need.
We'll be in touch.
(horn honking)
- Oh, geez!
Don't sneak up on me like that.
- Where is it?
- I don't know.
Oh, let's split up.
What?
This is it.
- Okay, see there?
- Yeah. - Okay.
(engine purring)
- There's about three quarters of a tank of gas.
- Is it safe there?
- Nobody ever goes back here.
Okay, check these out.
The last piece of the puzzle.
How do they feel?
- Real.
- Jason, we need to leave on Monday.
- This again?
- Oh, come on.
There is a better life out there for us, babe.
- Fine.
- [Marni] What do you do tomorrow?
- [Jason] Go to school just like usual.
- [Marni] What don't you do?
- [Jason] Say anything to anybody about leaving.
Mom, what is this?
Is this another thing like the pool hustle?
- [Marni] Yeah, it's a lot like that,
and you just have to trust me
that the less you know about it, the better.
- I am worried about you guys.
- Don't be, we're gonna be fine, okay?
I'll pick you up later tonight.
("Y'all Ain't Ready" by Hale, the Chief plays)
♪ Y'all ain't ready ♪
♪ We keep it steady, keep it steady ♪
♪ We go whoop and throw it down like confetti ♪
♪ Like confetti ♪
♪ Y'all ain't ready ♪
♪ We bring it heavy, bring it heavy ♪
♪ The pressure's on, we came to win, we break the levee ♪
♪ Break the levee ♪
♪ Hey ♪
♪ Y'all ain't ready ♪
♪ Hey ♪
- Get in here!
He just texted, he's on his way.
Hey babe, happy birthday.
- Oh, you remembered.
And you're not mad at me anymore?
- Are you ready?
- I'm ready. I love you.
- I love you too.
- I've got a birthday surprise for you.
Now get on that couch.
- Oh, baby.
- Mm-mm, face down please.
- What?
- Come on, I've got an idea.
Now, give me your hands.
- Wow, I didn't know you had this kink to you.
Hey, honey, that's kinda tight.
- Let's go, baby!
- [Steph] Get up real slow
or I'll blow your fucking head off!
- Hey, what the hell's going on?
(Sharon screams)
- Don't you assholes hurt her!
- That's my boyfriend!
What are you doing?
- [Steph] She'll be fine if she stays quiet.
Now, get up!
All right, what you got?
- Oh, man.
(Sharon screams)
(blow thuds)
- [Steph] Next time I'm using the other end.
(suspenseful foreboding music)
- How about you guys let me know what's going on?
- [Steph] We're gonna take you to your bar,
you're gonna open your safe, and if all goes well,
we're gonna let you live.
- Why don't your friend say nothing?
- [Steph] Why don't you shut up?
(siren blaring)
- Hey, help!
(siren blaring)
(phone rings)
Is that my wife?
She's not big on voicemail.
You better lemme talk to her so she don't get suspicious.
She'll call the cops if she thinks something's wrong.
What makes you guys think I even have a safe anyway?
- [Steph] When we get to your place,
you're gonna get out of the truck,
and you're gonna open your safe up.
If you give us any problems,
I will empty your piece of shit pistol into your head.
- [Guests] Surprise!
(guests cheering)
- Oh man, you guys had me going for a minute.
- [Steph] Shut up, nitwit!
This is a hold up!
I want every one of you fuckers
to clear a path from here to the back room.
Just keep your arms at your side
and your eyes on the ground.
He'll be all right if you all keep your cool.
I won't warn you again.
Excuse me.
- Well, you're gonna cut these things off my wrist,
or you expect me to open the safe with my toes?
- [Marni] Sit down!
Gimme the combination to the safe.
- I know that's you, Marni.
- You're right.
It is me, Daryl, and I'm fucking pissed off
and I hate your guts.
So gimme the combination to this safe right the fuck now.
- I do believe you that you hate my guts enough to shoot me.
Most of that money's not mine.
I only handle it for a small percentage.
So if you're willing to piss off the guys that own it,
who am I to deny them the pleasure of tracking you down,
cutting you up to little pieces?
Turn that knob around to the right three or four times.
- [Steph] And when we're done here, we're gonna drive east,
and there's a plane waiting for us that's gonna take us, uh,
it's gonna take us to Cleveland, and this money,
this money we're getting is gonna be used for good.
It's gonna be used for the poor children of Cleveland.
- So then you're gonna what?
Drive outta town?
Get past the cops and these other guys somehow?
- [Steph] You guys are victims of the system
more than you are of us!
So you better get fucking real about what's going on here.
(gunshot cracks) (woman screams)
(bar rumbling) (objects clattering)
(ball thuds)
- That was intense.
- You did great, babe.
Let's get Jason and get the fuck outta here.
(engine revving)
Okay, now it's time to see if this stuff
is worth what we paid for it.
- Here.
(objects clanking) (flames crackling)
- This one too?
- Especially that one.
(engine revving)
- There's nothing we can do.
- Mom.
- Jason, everything's okay.
We just have to split.
- Oh, hi there.
- Hey.
- You look a little shaken up.
- Well, this is Steph.
- Oh, nice to meet you.
- Sure.
- I got these for you.
- How'd you know I was a vegan?
- Lucky guess.
- There is no okra in there, just pills.
The extraction bosses have been getting
all of the workers hooked on those,
and my ex-boss, Daryl, has been working with them,
probably a few other bigwigs in this town.
- Holy shit. Go get Ray.
Ray.
Are these the pills?
- Yeah, those are them, the devils.
- Marni, this is huge.
Why don't you stay and help us?
- I'm sorry, we have to go.
- Now.
- So I've heard.
Are you in some type of trouble?
- We will be if we don't split.
- Then let us help you.
- We're good.
- Look, we're all in here fighting the good fight.
We're all trying to make a difference.
- Joseph, that is really noble of you,
but this is some serious shit that we're in.
- Yeah, I'm driving you
and I'm not taking no for an answer, okay?
- Just to the state border.
- All right, then I'll find my way back.
Let's go.
- He have a thing for you?
- Who doesn't?
(engine revving)
- We got a roadblock.
- Shit.
- Hello. - Hey.
- Can I see your license and registration?
- Yes, sir.
Here's my license, I have to fish out my registration.
- Have you seen this woman?
She's in a pickup truck maybe with another woman.
- No, no, I haven't.
- What's in the back of the van?
- Nothing much. Mostly tools.
Trying to get out the extraction zone for a few days.
- Where are you headed?
- Somewhere clean and clear.
- Couldn't wait 'til morning?
- No, man, boss man said to take it off so I did.
- You don't look like much of a muck.
- Shit man, maybe that's why he told me to get lost, right?
- Mind if I take a look in the back?
- Yeah, go for it, but like I said,
mostly tools from the muck.
(horn honking)
- You're good to go, but in the future sir,
will you please drive on the left side of the vehicle?
- Will do, sir. Thank you.
We're running low on gas.
I can stop here or we can make it a little further
- Now that we can afford it, let's fill her all the way up.
We'll be right back.
- No, no, no, I'll go inside and pay.
One of you guys outta here and pump.
- I'll pump.
- No, I will.
They haven't seen me yet.
- Well, come on.
We're on a home stretch, I can do it.
- Well, put this on.
(vehicle whooshes)
(tense foreboding music)
- You got mud on my truck.
You hear me, sexy?
- [Joseph] Hey buddy, can I help you?
- Get the fuck outta my way!
- [Steph] Back up, asshole.
- The pool player.
Where's my fucking money?
- Over my dead body.
(gunshot cracks)
- Oh, fuck!
Grab what you can and get outta here!
(Marni gasps)
(Jason sobbing)
- We have to go right now!
Come on, come on, come on!
(Jason crying)
(Marni groaning and coughing) (Jason crying)
(gentle upbeat music)
(gentle upbeat music continues)
("Live Laugh Love" by The Hot Damn! plays)