Road House

man: Come on, man!

woman: Hi, excuse me.

Yeah, I'm looking for Carter Ford.

Do you mind pointing him out to me?

I hope he's not the bald one.

Guy with the ink.

He's takin' all comers.

Hope you enjoy the show

Come on!

announcer: A little back-of-the-envelope arithmetic says

that's six in a row for the illustrious Carter Ford.

Who wants to get in there, make it seven, huh?

Who wants to do it?

It's winner-take-all tonight, y'all.

It's just a bunch of money in a bucket.

Carter Ford's got six. Who's gonna get one?

I'm gonna tape you. Arms flat.

announcer: Someone step in. - No?

Let's get this goin'! Now, who wants to see another fight?

Fucking guy. - corner man: You ever done this before?

Who the fuck is this? - corner man: All right, a superhero.

Close it up! Come on.

Jesus, Carter. You know who that is?

Nah. Nope.

I'm not fightin' that fucking guy. No fuckin' way!

No fuckin' way. There's no fuckin' way.

Yeah, fuck you.

I don't give a fuck. I'm not...

He's that fucking guy. - You ain't gonna fight for your money?

Why would I fight that guy?

Keep your fuckin' money! - All right, get outta here.

I don't want your fuckin' money.

You know who the fuck he is? - Let's go.

I'll fight any fuckin' one of you. I'll fuckin' beat your ass.

You fuckin' fight him!

corner man: Get your ass back in there! - I'm not fightin' that fucking guy.

You can all go fuck yourselves! Fuck you!

corner man: Come on.

Fuck you!

Fuck you too!

Fuck that shit! Bullshit! - Get out! Get out!

There you go. Here's your money.

No! Come on. - I don't make the rules, honey.

Hey! Dalton!

Where you goin'?

You just lost me 500 bucks, asshole.

You sure you thought this all the way through?

Hey, where you goin'?

You're not gonna take your knife?

Dalton: Shit.

Excuse me.

It's a nice little scam you got goin' on in there.

All you need is for the opponent to know who you are...

Where is it?

woman: Know your history, and then they'll be too afraid to fight.

That's fuckin' brilliant, man. - Dalton: Yeah.

Yeah, well, beats workin'.

woman: You know, it actually took me a second to recognize you.

Oh... Oh, God.

Um, do you need a ambulance or something?

Nope.

woman: You know you got a big-ass knife stickin' outta you?

Can you hold this?

Sure.

It's gonna bleed when I take it out.

woman: Oh!

Oh, shit!

And voilà.

It's gonna leave a nasty scar...

but it's easier this way.

Wow, it seems like you do this a lot. - Huh?

Yeah.

Patience and a keen interest in the result...

that's all it takes.

So listen, I own a roadhouse.

Out in the Florida Keys.

Dalton: A roadhouse, huh?

Hemingway used to drink there.

You know... Ernest Hemingway?

Good for you.

woman: It's always been a rowdy place.

People come to blow off steam.

But lately it's been attractin' the wrong clientele.

Come in every night. They trash the place.

The cops are no fuckin' help.

All my fuckin' bouncers have ran off.

Hand me that.

Anyway, I finally decided I needed some outside help.

A friend of mine suggested I come talk to some guy named Carter Ford.

Yeah, well... Carter seems good with his hands.

No, you'd be better.

I can pay you good money. 5k a week... just for a month.

And I can put you up.

I'm all booked up. Sorry.

woman: 'Scuse me? I mean, it's 20 grand.

And judging by your car, you need that shit.

Well, I like my car.

Okay, that's gotta be more than you're makin' for...

whatever the hell you call this.

Try Carter.

Look, at least let me text you my number.

I don't have a phone, so...

Well, hold on.

I'll write it down on a pen and paper, just like our ancestors did.

I'm Frankie.

Think about it.

You have a good night, ma'am.

This ain't the Holiday Inn, pal.

I'll move it. I'm movin'.

commentator on radio: He's movin' and a shakin'.

Benjamin gets blocked by Calvino with 30 seconds down.

An overhand right landed by the challenger

with a straight left-left-right combination.

And Benjamin is lifting up the champion and pushing him away!

There's 16 left to go in the round.

And now here comes Calvino. He lands a right.

Couple of shots landed by the challenger.

Benjamin landing some lefts and rights. Calvino hits high.

And a left on the challenger, bringin' the thunder.

And a knee to the body by Cal...

...right hand, and then a knee to the body by...

Maybe not.

man on radio: WYBS 106.4 for the Florida Keys...

parts of Havana, Cuba, and the vessels at sea...

and 102.8 in Key West.

woman: Did you see Fred on your way in?

What's that?

Fred, the tree on the bridge?

Not the main bridge, but the old one beside it.

The historic Seven Mile Bridge?

He grows right in the middle of the road.

Did you see him?

I can't say that I did.

You know, that whole bridge is closed. You can't get to it...

but big old tree just kinda pops outta nowhere.

Well, that's Fred the tree.

And...

got a book on him, if you're interested.

It's full of local color and all. It's great for tourists.

I'm Charlie, by the way.

Hey, Charlie.

You run this bookstore all on your own?

No.

I am one of the owners, though.

What brings you to Glass Key?

I'm here to work at a bar.

Bartending? - No.

What other job is there at a bar?

Well, the owner's havin' a little trouble, I guess, and I'm...

just here to clean it up.

That kinda sounds like the plot to a western.

Like...

"Local townsfolk send for a hero to help clean up the rowdy saloon."

You know that crap?

Charlie, leave this poor man alone.

Yeah, I'm sorry. She gets excited about sellin' books and trees...

and Fred and all that... Hi, I'm Stephen.

Dalton. - Mmm-hmm.

Charlie: Oh, he's here to work at the Road House.

Uh... Really? - See, the owner, uh, Frankie...

she told me it was a roadhouse, but she never told me the name.

It's just the Road House.

Oh, so no name?

Ah, well, no, well, yeah.

Kinda. It's the Road House.

It's just up the highway, past mile marker 77.

Well, thank you for the book but...

I'm on a budget. - No, no.

Keep it, please.

It's on us.

Thank you.

Welcome to Glass Key.

Thanks, Stephen.

man 1: But just like five more minutes till they get here.

man 2: I can't wait!

man 1: You guys wanna go now? - man 2: Yeah, yeah, let's do it.

woman: No! Every single time. Every...

man 3: He's bothering you? - woman: Yeah, he wants free drinks again.

man 3: You're not gettin' free shit, Reed.

You gotta fuckin' pay like everybody else, man.

woman: If you... Okay. This is the last one, I swear.

That's it. - Reed: I appreciate you.

woman: Last one, though. - Reed: Last one.

You're not gettin' any more for free, I swear to God.

Swear to God, this bum. - man 3: 17.

woman: Okay. - Dalton: Hiya.

I'll get a black coffee.

Oh, uh... Yeah, we don't have that. Sorry.

What're you drinkin'?

It's, uh, Cuban coffee.

Okay.

It's... very different.

Yeah. - Can I have one of those?

Sure. Okay.

man 3: Hey.

Hey.

I know who you are.

Elwood Dalton.

Big fan, man.

band member 1: What you doin'? Just keep it cool, man.