Riff Raff

A little about me.

I'm supposed to start my freshman year

at Dartmouth next month.

I don't have a girlfriend, and I typically avoid conflict.

Go ahead, son, pull the trigger.

Look, I'm not trying to be an asshole,

but I think it'll all make more sense if I just start

from the beginning.

Family can be complicated.

If things are going good,

you pretty much don't even think about them.

Rocco, we have to go.

It's only when family is tested,

you can almost become a different person.

In a way, that's what started this whole terrible thing.

Hey. Da Nois...

It's a bloodbath.

Uh, sit down.

It wasn't money. It wasn't power.

- It wasn't... - Here, drink that.

...all that other crap you imagine when you think...

Catch your breath.

...bad guys with guns.

Swirl it around.

Take a big sip, and then spit it out.

All the death that visited my quiet little family...

I was kind of thinkin' the sink.

Okay.

...it was really about life.

They in your sights?

Alright, plant your feet.

You take it off safety, hmm?

You remember how to take it off safety?

Yes.

Right.

Now they're gonna be back for your mother's vegetables

in the spring.

I-- I can't.

Ah, it's okay.

No problem.

Um, Brittany called last night.

Oh, yeah? Did you talk to her?

Nah, I just let her go to voicemail.

I don't know what to do, Dad.

Hey, you want a beer?

Uh, yeah.

Don't tell your mother I'm gonna say this,

but that Brittany,

she's a real jerk.

Dad?

Dad what?

You treat her like a queen your whole senior year,

and a week before the prom, she dumped you

for a stinkin' soccer player.

I don't know. I think she just wants to talk.

Listen.

I know what it's like to be in your position.

What do you mean?

Uh, plenty of times in my life

I got involved with the wrong people.

You know why?

Because I thought I was kind of worthless.

You?

Can I tell you something?

Man to man?

Yeah, sure.

When I met your mother,

I didn't think I was good enough for her.

Really?

She was engaged to your father.

You know, he had a job, educated, good-looking guy,

mustache type.

- Wait, so you knew him? - Mm-hmm.

See, nobody tells me anything around here.

Yeah, but her happiness,

her self-esteem was based on a lie.

And this guy, he was sneakin' around on her.

He was cheating?

Yes, DJ, cheating.

The night he died in a car accident,

he had been with another woman.

You know, think about the humiliation

your mother went through on top of everything.

You know, it almost destroyed her.

Hmm.

I didn't know any of that.

Well, two things.

Don't ever tell your mother I told you that.

And don't ever settle.

You got it?

- Okay. - Good.

Say it.

Britney is a jerk, and I'm not gonna settle.

Oh, no.

- No, I'm not gonna say that. - Come on.

- No, I'm not gonna say that. - Come on, say it.

- I'd rather not. - Come on, say it.

Britney is a jerk, and I'm not gonna-- say that.

Dad, I'm not gonna say that.

Alright.

- Thanks, Dad. - Fair enough.

Oh.

You're goin' to college.

You can have a beer in front of your mother.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Okay.

You can have several.

I think I'll just stick to the one.

- Vincent? - Hey, babe.

Can you please pick up the woods chips from outside?

They're gonna blow into the house.

Yeah. Hello to you, too.

Okay.

We're talking about chicks.

Okay.

Well, girls.

And by girls do you mean Brittany?

Don't look at me.

Well, I've decided that I'm not gonna settle.

If she doesn't want me, that's her problem.

It's not mine.

Is that right?

Well, honey, why don't you come outside

and help me with the groceries, and we'll talk about it.

Okay.

You forgot your beer.

Jeez.

Dad?

Who is it?

- It's Rocco. - Rocco?

It's Rocco. Your brother from another mother.

Open the fucking door. It's cold as tits out here.

How you doin', you little bastard, huh?

God! Look at you.

You're like a fuckin' little grown man now.

Okay.

I-- I didn't know you were coming.

Oh, sorry, DJ. This is Marina.

I've heard a lot about you, DJ.

- You have? - Oh, yeah.

All the time.

The last time I saw this kid, he was dressed up like a--

Like a girl.

Oh, no. No, no. No, I wasn't--

- A girl? - No, I was--

- No, I-- it was, uh... No. - Like a girl?

It was an all-boys production of Peter Pan.

Oh, nice.

- I was actually Wendy. - Oh, that's cool. Wendy!

Yeah.

I love that.

Wow! You're pregnant.

She's from Italy, man. They like to eat.

Jesus Christ!

God. I'm-- I'm so sorry. I--

Oh, he's teasing you.

Eight and a half months.

I'm so ready to pop.

That's very funny.

- So that's your, uh... - Yeah.

You're gonna be a fuckin' uncle, kid.

That's exciting, right? Huh?

It's been a really long time, Rocco.

- I mean-- - Look at these guns, man.

You've been workin' out or somethin'?

- Yeah. You know, a little. - Yeah?

Little, uh, morning jog.

Get the day started.

You know, we went to your other house first,

the big one with the shutters.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

We, uh, celebrate the New Year's up here in the cabin.

We've been driving for so long.

It's really hard to find this place in the dark.

Yeah.

I really wish you guys had told me you were coming.

You know, I have designed

a highly detailed topographical map

for this exact reason.

Totally could have emailed it to you guys.

Oh, Rocco's not on the internet.

- No. - No?

No. No.

I don't want the government in my shit, you know?

Yeah. He's old school.

Hey, DJ, you wanna help me grab something from the car

real quick?

Oh, yeah. What is it?

Uh, I don't wanna ruin the surprise.

You're gonna love it.

Okay.

Hello.

Who the heck are you?

My name is Marina Bravo.

I'm Rocco's girl.