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I wouldn’t break.
He lied.
Everything breaks.
Set!
Hey Roy,
are you okay ?
Yeah, hey!
29 36 60 All right.
Turn around. Touch the ground.
Get up. Everything gonna be ok.
What the hell’s that ?
My uncle.
I’m here.
What’s that accident?
Didn’t Peyton tell you?
An accident?
What are you saying?
Roy,
you-you look like the first time I saw Nelson.
He died. He got all smashed up, dead.
It was a train.
He was walking, 'cross the track.
We don't have all the details yet.
My boys.
My little bunnies.
Pink squirrel?
No, thank you.
I can't drink.
I could make you a virgin one.
It's just, um, I'm in training.
I see.
We all gotta get through these things somehow.
I can't believe it's an open casket.
I mean it's awful how he died.
Do you know, Mr. Chutney very well at all?
No, not really.
I gotta…
Sorry.
He used to call me his little king.
I'm his son.
Come on, babies.
He's on the risin'.
You ain't got none,
you might as well pull your hands out of there.
What the hell's going on?
Hard-on contest.
Bucks riding on the winner.
Hey, Chutney.
Why don't you come on over here and, uh,
drop trou.
Oh! No thanks, Russ.
I don't need to cir the jerk to long dick you.
Just ask your girlfriend!
Just ask you mom's pussy!
Pussy is right!
Your red neck daddy's pussy to vote!
They won't pay for your schoolin',
let alone your football!
You know, I would rather cut off my own damn arm,
then cut any of you boys.
But I’ve got to work.
There's no J.V. this year.
It's gone.
Now, some of you, will be varsity.
And some of you.
I posted the list outside.
See your name on that list,
be a good soldier,
and walk away.
Coach?
I think there might be a little problem with the list.
The list ?
Chutney, look at you.
You-you-you got no gumption.
You ain't angry enough.
And I-I ain't got room, for "ain't angry enough ".
Yeah, hey!
Roy Chutney.
Come on, dammit.
Football’s not where your life belongs.
Think of it as a blessing, it free's you up now.
You know, it's time to, to knuckle down, rebuild the corral,
get this ranch back in working order.
This ranch, mom?
This place is nothing like a ranch.
This "nothing" is everything Nelson left me with.
This "nothing" and you.
This “nothing” and me, well...
I'm sorry you got stuck with me, mom.
That's not what I meant.
You didn't even come to the funeral, mom.
Well, our divorce was funeral enough for me.
Took you limp dicks long enough.
You call this a wood pile?
You call this tight?
It's a god damn health hazard!
It's loose!
It's all loose!
But, we spent all day on that!
Well, now you gonna spend all night doing it right.
Yeah, like hell, you gonna pay us.
Then we're gonna go downtown.
You're not going anywhere.
Lem!
Tracy!
Stop it!
So, what you gonna do?
Kill me?
Who'd feed ya?
Who'd buy ya Levi's?
Lem!
Somebody says they call me
Swinging the world by a tail
Bouncin' all over the white cloud
Killin' the blues
Hey, bro!
Are you okay?
What are you grinning at?
You, white boy,
getting all Paul Bunyan back at Lem's.
I'll tell you what was funny
was you and your dad doing the Appalachian boogie.
Hey. Lem's not my dad.
Neither was mine.
Yeah, I hear ya.
I only ever saw him at the football games.
It doesn't really matter.
Hard cheese about your father.
Hard fuckin' cheese.
My real pop,
he went after smoking some day.
And never came back.
Least he's still alive.
I hope to think he is.
I'll see him around somewhere.
I'll walk up and say "pop"
Can I hold a cig?
You know, all nonchalant like.
Then I'll kick his ass!
Do you ever tell yourself a story, Tracy?
You start seeing the future as it's gonna happen. And…
…everything just gets broken.
Whoa! Down boy, coming at ya!
Down boy, coming at ya!
Down boy, coming at ya!
Laugh it up!
Come on!
Chuckle butt!
Chut, chut, chut, chut, buddy! Hey!
No man, varsity only.
That shines are, uh, with our team spirit.
Give me a break, Russ, okay?
Sorry, Chutney.
Hey, it's nothing personal, you know?
It's just a ritual.
Personal? It's not even human.
Think I'm kidding, weak tit?
That's enough!
Does the baby want his bottle?
Yeah, fuck you.
Oh, yeah?
You got a bottle for me?
Are you okay, man?
You burned my fuckin' jacket!
What the shit?
Come on, fucker! Get up!
Whoa! What happened to the moonshine?
Fuckin' pussy.
Are you okay?
Hey, Roy!
Where’re you going, Roy?
Ladies and gentlemen it's Keno time.
So let's go.
Hey paper Blue Springs gazette.
Tomorrow's news today.
24!
Oh no, what did I drag my sleeves through this time?
I've only been here two hours, and look at how dirty I am.
Oh, shoot, Gretch' you're dirty long before you came in tonight.
Oh, Gid.
Hey, you ought to, uh,
get you some brains.
Excuse me?
Cow brains, bub.
Scrambled on up, with eggs.
Yeah, man's meal.
He needs them in eggs, Gretch', for my boy, Roy here.
Chutney, right? You are Roy Chutney?
Yeah. How'd you know that?
Uh, my name's Gideon Ferguson.
Gid to my friends.
Oh. And everybody's my friend.
I sell the paper, right man.
We get the paper at home.
Oh, we get the paper at home.
Now, Gid's not here trying to increase the circulation.
No.
I’ve seen you practice.
Uh, watch your football.
A long time.
Well, not long enough.
I got cut.
I know you did.
That's why Gid wants to jaw at ya.
Barn's throwing up a football team.
He wants gamers, from all over town.
Boys like you.
Well, boys… with touch.
Yeah.
Well, we're talking full on tackle football.
We're talking six-man.
Six-man, isn't like a ranch kid game?
Well, isn't that what you is, a ranch kid?
That's the last thing I am.
Oh, no, it ain't a thing to be shameful of.
Well, ranch kids are tough.
You have to be.
You raise a pet pig, then you kill it.
We-we don’t raise pigs.
Oh, well the point is,
town kids don't know if they're tough.
In six-man, in six-man, you got no place to hide.
No, you miss a tackle. And boom!
Yeah, scary to some kids, bub, it's scary!
Long night, that’s all.
No-no, that's all right. Shh, shh, shh.
This offer,
it ain't open to every swinging dick.
Come on.
Roy? You wanna shine?
You wanna watch motlow's pretty boys, from the stands?
Or you wanna be my quarterback?
What you got to loose?
See ya.
You all right, Ms. Bowser?
Yeah.
Just your ordinary everyday heartbreak.
Oh, is that all?
Well, I thought it might be something serious.
Now, we have 64 and that looks good.
This ain't my first rodeo, Chunt.
I hail from west Texas.
Six-man's a religion down there.
I speak it's tongues.
That's good.
Why me?
You got your daddy's blood.
And that's good blood.
You know-knew my dad?
I told you, Gid knows everybody.
Your daddy was a mighty fine ball player.
All state three years running.
He was a real…
sledgehammer, sledgehammer, yeah.
I've heard that before.
Course you only knew smash my arm.
He was just a…
tackle…
grunt…
like me.
But you,
Roy,
You're better than that.
Six-man, it takes smarts.
You get to run a gun, you get to think on your feet.
What do you get?
Oh, I get to coach again, bub.
Yeah. I get to be bull-goose.
Now I'll run my boys against any action in the state.
And if you sign, you got a cannon,
right there.
Boom, boom, boom.
Roy.
You can own this game.
You can have somethin'
that nobody ever gonna take away from you.
You're my lynchpin.
Without ya, I got no team.
You in?
Hey, Skyla.
Gid
Gid
Please bud,
will you stick me in?
Floyd! Come on, sit down.
5, we have a winner.
You look awful ragged.
Ragged, did you say?
“Ragged but right”, Riley Puckett, 1934.
Don't mind, Floyd.
His…his diabetes and his drinking
just disagree.
Folks call me Studebaker,
'cause I live in one.
But, my name's Floyd.
What do you go by, mister?
Roy.
He's Roy Chutney.
My new quarterback, right champ?
You know that's trouble sure and true kid.
Nothing but trouble.
Oh, “nothing but trouble”, Floyd, Lonnie Johnson, 1949.
So, how 'bout it, son? You in?
Yeah!
Yeah!
Atta boy!
Yes, sir!
Yes, sir.
All right, listen up.
In six-man,
you never stop moving.
It's high-octane, hardscrabble.
You got to be,
outlaw, out there.
You got to be Renegade.
Let's get friendly.
Over there, this is, uh,
Quirky Lovoy.
He'll put you on the back of your helmet.
This is Josh Coudrow.
He's our special teams.
Now this is, uh,
Jeremy Areala.
Got
Dave Bishop here.
A hard time, getting a helmet over that hat.
Down there,
Warren Hudson.
We got us,
Benton Toranjos.
Mr. wrong way, Toranjo.
And Lester and Earl Bucket.
Now they're new to football,
but their old man owns this field.
So be nice.
Now, Gibbs, he played six-man,
right? At Valley Christian.
Yeah.
'til he left the team for, um,
well religious reasons.
What's that?
I called the coach a cock sucker.
And hidden over here, this is Roy Chutney.
He's our big boss with the hot sauce.
He's our bull-roar, our deepback.
Gid, uh.
This helmets are ancient.
Oh, be broadminded, boy.
It's not the helmet, it's what fits inside.
All right, where's that ball?
Okay, now deepback.
He's just a, he's just a quarterback but don't get the hike.
He gets the ball through a-a hand off or a pitch.
That way he's always got the option to throw or to run.
That's it, Roy.
Run it again. Run it again, keep it going.
Now, all of you.
You're always eligible to receive a pass.
So always be on your ready.
Now remember chums.
In six-man, a broken play may just be your best bet.
Go, go, go, that's it!
Yeah, you got it!
Let's play some football.
What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing?
Now, get down there.
Now, hike, stand back.
Come on, come on.
Strip it away, strip it away. Strip it away.
Oh! Now it's play it.
That's it.
Hey Roy, take your office. I’m uh…
I got some business needs tending too.
All right, Gid.
All right, let's run it again!
Hey, Jute.
Been a long time.
You got that buying money?
Yes indeedy, you got me some games?
Oh, we got you some games, Gid.
Scheduled your team in all the off slots.
All the by-weeks, huh?
Yeah, that's what I reckoned. Here you go.
'Course we still have another problem.
Oh yeah, what’s it?
Yeah, I'll be blunt, Gid.
That trouble you got into up at Hishem.
That boy that died.
You know that wasn't my fault.
Yeah, now don't get your jaws…
Jute, it's blasphemy.
I did my best.
Yeah, hell I know you did!
But, it’s just it…
Yeah they're asking for some insurance.
Some insurance?
Yeah. You mean, cash?
Every game?
Every game.
Cash on the barrelhead.
Louvin Brothers, 1954.
What?
Nothing but a song in my head.
We're gonna whop you up in geralee.
Well, I don't know about that,
but you're more than welcome to try.
We got us some games.
We got us some games!
Come in here, everybody in. Everybody in!
And one last thing!
The slaughter rule!
If either team gets ahead by 45 points, they call the game.
But, Gideon Ferguson, he never been slaughter ruled.
And I aim to keep it that way.
Okay?
Today, I was in uh, I was in ceramics class.
And up comes Motlow.
“So what have we made today, Mr. Two Dogs”
And I said “ma-many things for flowers”
“Mr. Two Dogs, that-that's not a vase.”
“It’s a water pipe.”
"Nuh-huh, that-that's not a water pipe."
“Today, Mr. Motlow,
we had made a bung.”
No, you didn’t!
Yeah, he went ape shit.
“Two Dogs ! Your piece of reservation! Trash!”
“Get out of my room. Pronto tonto”
Yeah. That racist fuck.
So I decked him.
You hit him?
You'll see I left a big old clay mark on his face.
Oh, then he, then he kicked me out of the team.
Perfect!
Now you can go play six-man with me.
Yeah?
Does your old lady go for younger men?
Shut up.
Hi, Mrs. Chutney.
Hi, guys.
Smells good.
Thanks.
Okay, if I stay for dinner?
Oh, of course.
Mind you this isn't all for tonight
this is two weeks worth.
Can I stay for two weeks then?
Two weeks! You just got here.
Roy, look
I’ve got to come back to Montreal.
So, you know
a three day layover in Montreal.
And Francis got tickets for the hockey game and…
Francis?
Which one is he?
He's the rancher one? The professor one?
He's the pilot one, honey.
The pilot one.
Mind you, you better fix that corral by the time I get back, or else.
Or else what?
Or else they'll be spankings.
Oh. Count me in.
I got it.
Hello.
Hey, champ’, you got a minute?
Hey.
How you doing?
Yeah, I wanted to jaw jack with you 'bout the game.
Okay.
Yeah, we got leave 10:00 a.m. sharp.
Okay.
We're going up to Augusta, weather gets kind of squirrelly, so, uh...
you come prepared, eh?
You got it.
Okay.
What?
It's uh, it's about your rent.
By, Tuesday the government check get in.
Nothing doing 'til Tuesday.
Just asking.
Just telling.
One more thing, Roy.
Can I count on you for a ride?
Yeah, for Saturday sure.
No, I mean every game. Can I, uh,
can I, uh, can I depend on you for that? Can I trust you?
Yeah, sure.
10:00 A.m. sharp.
See you then.
That’s our football coach?
Yep.
Big Gid. Big Gid. Big Gid.
Man I heard that guy's some kind of a pre-vert.
A pre-vert?
Yeah.
Well, Lem said he's a funny.
Well, Lem don't know his ass from his elbow.
Right.
Come on.
Is he? Is he kind of funny?
Sure wanna welcome all you folks.
For being here today, we're sure lookin' forward to this football game.
Um, if you noticed over there, the cheerleaders having a cupcake sale today.
I wanted to congratulate the Anderson's on the birth of their new son.
It's nice to have another boy in town.
Six man-football, we need all the boys we can get.
We're really looking forward to this game, between the Elks and the Renegades.
No that ain't a hike.
That ain't a hike, that's a pass.
He's gonna pull a reverse!
It's a reverse!
It's alrigh’. We're okay.
We just gotta buck up now.
We’ve got to … play real.
West Texas pig iron, wing set.
We'll spread it wide in the flats, cross screen.
And we're gonna lead block.
You get me, huh?
Now, Roy,
you jack like that,
out of the pocket too soon.
I need you to take a hit one time, okay?
I need you to be my, alpha wolf out there.
Yeah, that's it.
Hey, Benton?
Don't just look pretty, you gotta bust me a seam, okay?
Trayce
Coudrow.
You're my wings out there, so fly, all right?
Right.
Let's double up on two. Ready?
Let's do this!
Get him!
Yeah, here we go.
So close!
Go, Tracy!
All right?
Come on- come on- come on.
All right, is his mama or papa around?
Okay, he's okay, he's all right.
He's a tough boy. He's a tough boy.
Come on.
Yeah, don't let your head get too swelled, huh?
Too late!
Go! Go, Two Dogs! Move outta the way!
Yeah, how do you like the Renegades now?
That’s it! That’s it!
That’s it!
That’s my sneaky sneaky boys.
Yes, sir! Yeah!
What are you doing?
having a spaz attack?
I'm warming up the old larynx.
Singing tomorrow, genuine juke joint music.
What? You sing?
Is a frog's ass water tight?
Yeah, me and Floyd we gotta gig Saturday night.
Why don't you come on out?
Uh, tomorrow?
I don't know.
You know that gal you was making eyes at the other night.
Ms Skyla?
What the girl? The girl at the diner?
Well, you bet your sweet cherry pie she'll be there.
Yeah?
Howdy, partner.
Hey.
What can I give for you?
Whisky
with some water and some ice.
A ditch?
What?
The drink you ordered is called a ditch.
Is it a ditch water irrigation…?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah I didn't know if you knew…
What are you ? A rancher or something?
I'd say you're the cowpoke.
Don't I know you?
Uh, Pink squirrel?
Right, the funeral thing.
Sorry.
I keep forgetting Mr. Chutney was your father.
He kept forgetting too.
So, how you holding up?
I-i-i could, I could really
use that Ditch.
'kay.
Are you, um,
breaking training tonight?
Hey!
I’ve just finished my shift.
And I gotta close you out.
Oh, it’s okay.
Come on!
Check out in my ass.
Where did you learn all that?
It’s just uh
it’s just I've always been my mom's dancing dummy.
Oh, you are no dummy.
You're more of a sweetie.
I’m sorry.
I just mean
just that your eyes aren't hard.
They’re more serious,
just like they're hurt.
That's just the smoke, that's all.
Gid can sing!
Oh, you know Gideon?
Oh, yeah.
I came here to see him.
Really want to see you, but.
Do you wanna dance?
No, um
Slow songs are
Like whisky in milk?
Uh, that drink’s called the Cowboy.
Oh, it is?
Who drinks Cowboys?
Old-timers mostly.
Guys like, Floyd over there?
Yeah.
Poor Floyd has a hard time keeping his cowboys in line.
You can't just come up here. Come on, come on, okay?
You can't abandon me. You…
You can't ignore me…
‘cause of this…
this boy!
Floyd, will you just god damn sit down!
Floyd, you're drunk.
Just sit your butt down and shut up.
Sit down. Sit down.
Floyd, just…
Whoa, you're getting your money's worth tonight, folks!
Let's do something a little quicker.
Go on.
Go help Gid out.
Give me a call some time.
It’s 5, 6, 9 …
It tickles?
Yeah.
Call me.
Okay.
Good-bye.
Hey, Floyd!
Floyd you in here?
No?
Floyd?
Mr. Studebaker?
Hey!
They're worried about ya.
You kind of ran off back there.
Come on.
Oh, officer I didn't, I didn't see how fast I was going.
Gid, send you after me?
You his errand boy?
I'm not Gid's anything.
It's football boys like you what shrunk him down.
When I met him, he was tiny.
Only yay-big.
He's been getting back to full size.
But he still got inside troubles.
I don't, I don't know what you're talking about.
He likes to think he looks after me, but it's the other way around.
“Rank strangers”, Albert E. Brumley, 1954.
That's a good song.
Yeah.
Will you take me to my Maybelle.
She's parked up here a ways.
Oh. Oh.
Maybelle's your car?
Maybelle's my everything.
The police are always trying to move me along.
The hardest part is trying to stay clean.
Folks stare when I change clothes.
Free show. Free show.
I'm just trying to square things a-okay with the lord.
That sounds like a good plan.
Will you stick me?
Mister.
Please?
I can't do me, myself.
Yeah, okay, sure.
Aim away from the blood.
Shoot, give me a heart attack.
Blood you say?
That's easy!
“Will Jesus wash he bloodstains from your hands”, remember?
Oh, of course I remember.
Crazy monkey.
Hazel Dickens, 1964.
Go on, Roy.
Just ease her on in.
Floyd,
you are your own worst enemy.
Why are you doing this to yourself?
My weakness is stronger than I am.
Sorry to drag you away from your gal.
That's okay.
I got her number.
Yeah, good for you.
Right here.
No, you didn't.
Damn it!
Ain't that just kiss my ass?
I lost my gig,
you lost your girl.
You can still make a mark on the night.
You know, my dad used to do this all the time?
He used to tell me stories about rabid freights and
going out to Canada, each spring,
or, out to winachi for apple harvest.
Lord knows I know that circuit.
Yeah?
Yes.
He said it's how he first came to Blue Springs.
He just sort of, just got off to stretch his legs and never left.
You know, maybe he wasn't trying
to kill himself.
Maybe, he was just
leaving.
Just trying to go back the way he came.
Just
Just judged the timing wrong.
Yeah.
Only Hanks I know live in the jukebox.
Well you got, Hank Williams, of course.
And, uh, Hank Thompson
F 1 and F 2, and
Hank Snow
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