JACK AND AVA

Cameron's down.

- He got the address? - He got it.

How'd he get it?

Guess he has friends in low places.

And if he wins?

1K.

Deal.

Yeah!

Sorry about your face in advance.

As long as I get the address.

We'll see.

Fuck him up, Cam!

Let's go, Cam.

Yeah! Yeah.

You stupid bitch.

-Let me go. -You're just like your fucking mother.

A lazy bitch and a fucking coward!

Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

You're a fucking disappointment, Ava!

You hear me?

A fucking disappointment!

You're everything I could ever want in a guy.

Except for one thing.

What's that?

Your name.

So cliché.

I don't know, if I'm being honest,

I don't think I've ever really liked yours either.

It's a little boring.

Are you faking it, or do you really not notice?

-Wow. You're good. -I know.

It's our gas money, you know that?

You really gotta get better.

Not with you, I don't.

Remember when I asked you to marry me last week?

Mm-hmm.

No ring.

Yeah, I think I'd take that back.

You sure about that?

100%.

Nah. I got you.

You're stuck with me. Besides, who's gonna live

in that little house with you?

Well, it's not mine yet.

Ours?

Yeah.

I can't wait.

Are you gonna tell me how you got that address?

I think you're smart enough to guess, right?

That explains the Clint Eastwood voice.

What, you don't like it?

I'm starting to change my mind about marrying you.

No, you're not.

There's no way.

Who else is gonna love you?

You're actually insane.

I should put you in a facility.

You're...

What?

I'm gonna commit you.

Was this your dad?

Hey, look here.

I'm gonna get you out.

Okay?

I promise you, I'm gonna get you out.

Okay, let's work.

I wasn't done with that moment.

Come on.

Any minute now.

Gonna walk out the front door.

Gonna sit on their little rocking chairs.

Beer.

Dip.

-Every day, 4:00 p.m. -Are you sure?

Yes, every time.

Three,

two,

one...

One.

What'd I tell you?

Okay, how do I look?

Beautiful.

Who are you today? Gracie? Katie?

-Katie. -Katie.

Don't forget your accent.

Afternoon, boys.

Can I join the party?

-You want a beer? -Sure.

Uh, have-- have a seat.

Ah, shit. We're out of beer.

I'll go down to the Shell and grab a pack.

Hell yeah. Sounds good to me.

What's your name?

-Katie. -Katie.

-Nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you, too.

Who said we were the guys to hang with?

Pete.

He said you've always got beer, and I love beer.

Hell yeah. Yeah, we-- we do. We do.

He kind of annoys the shit out of me and Rick, but he's got that one right.

You boys ever go mudding?

All the time.

You gotta take me with you one of these days.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah. I love that shit.

I haven't done it in years, but I want to.

You don't-- you don't mind getting dirty?

I love to get dirty.

Hell yeah.

I'ma go grab some chips.

You want something stronger than Miller?

Oh, no. Beer is good for me.

It's not even 5:00 p.m. yet, darling.

It's 5:00 p.m. somewhere.

Really, I'm all right.

You got it.

-Did you want to go? -Say what?

You want to go mudding right now, today, with me?

Oh, I can't. I've got plans with a friend.

Um, bring your friend.

-Uh, what? -Bring your friend.

Oh, I don't know if she's into mudding,

and she'd probably hate it if I changed plans on her last minute.

Rain check?

Okay.

-Where are you going? -I gotta run. Don't want to be late.

You don't want to finish your beer?

I do.

Oh, well, come back tomorrow, if-- if you want.

If you want.

Hey, you piece of shit.

Rick?

How you doing?

-I'm never better. -Never better?

I got a pretty little thing on my porch right now.

Oh, really? What's her name?

I don't know her fucking name.

What, you think I'm asking for names around here?

-I'll get it later. -It's the first step, you dumbass.

I ain't going to take no lady advice from you, all right?

Then you're never gonna get laid.

-Keep the fucking change. -Yeah, you bet.

-You're $1.25 short, Rick. -Shut the fuck up.

-It's $16.25, Rick! -Yeah, whatever.

Shit.

That was Rick and he definitely just saw me.

You sure?

Shit.

He's crazy.

- She left? - Yeah.

- She coming back? - No.

- Shit, shit, shit, no! - What?

-No! Oh, shit! -What?

Oh, damn! They're all gone!

Oh! She set us up.

-She set us up, the bitch! -What? How?

Okay, we just get to the buyer, we give him the guns,

he gives us the money and we're good.

I hope those assholes don't follow us.

Nah, we got a head start, we're gonna be fine.

-Where's this guy? -A few hours away, I think.

Oh, no.

Oh, shit.

This is not happening.

He's gonna see the guns.

You know why I stopped you?

-Uh, was I speeding? -No.

License and registration, please.

Uh, you with the Georgetown PD?

Your left brake light's out.

Sorry, I didn't...

I didn't know.

I'ma go run this.

Don't move.

- Oh, shit. - -He's not gonna see the guns.

He is gonna see the guns.

He's gonna see the guns. This is it.

-It's fine, he's not gonna see them -Oh.

There is something so off about this guy.

-We're good. -Okay. Uh...

Baby, breathe.

Oh, he's looking at the truck bed.

-He's looking in the-- -We're good.

What's back there?

Landscaping tools.

Is that what you do?

Yeah, part-time.

Uh, am I...

good to go, or...

Um, I'll get the light fixed.

Yo, what the hell am I doing in here, huh?

You gonna tell me why you arrested me, huh?

You're not gonna get away with this!

Shut the fuck up.

Why, huh? I can say whatever the hell I want.

You can't arrest me for not breaking the fucking law.

- Why the hell am I in here, huh? - You want to get tased?

Fucking tase me, I don't care.

Hey, you want to play this fucking game?

You want to play this game?