The Bayou

Here's some more.

Just work things out.

Hey, mano, come on. Get another beer.

Alright! Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Come on, people! Move it! Time is money!

Let's-- Move! Move! Move faster!

What, did we tell you to slow down?

Come on! Hustle! Hustle! Hustle, goddammit!

Move!

Did I tell you to slow down? Goddammit, move!

All units, stand by.

Retain any evidence before they can destroy it.

Repeat, retain any evidence.

Go, go, go!

DEA! Get on the floor now!

-Shit! -Get on the damn floor!

Move! Move!

Oh, shit! It's the Feds!

DEA!

DEA! Get your hands up!

Hands up!

- Drop the meth! - Put your hands up!

Don't even think about it or we will shoot!

Get the fuck down! Don't move!

Someone tell me what these have in common.

Apex predators?

Correct.

Apex predators are at the top of the food chain.

Unchallenged in their ecosystem...

by any other natural predator.

Kyle!

Yeah?

Why are apex predators exceptionally aggressive?

Because they have to be?

Perhaps more eloquently?

Um...

It is their evolutionary instinct to have unmatched--

Ferocity.

They hunt. They live. That's all.

Aggression is simply a means of survival.

Kyle!

Oh, my God!

Hi, Alice!

Oh, my God, I missed you so much!

-Yeah, I've missed you too. -How are you?

I'm OK.

You look amazing.

Oh, my God, they're here.

-We should go. -Huh?

So, this is where you've been hiding.

Kyle, the biology student.

I'm so sorry.

I had to. She was Jamie's friend too.

And when she found out we were scattering his ashes

in the Keys, well...

Plus, we needed a ride, so...

I'm really sorry. I sold my car and--

-What? -I-I needed the money,

but I'll tell you everything later.

Yo, Kyle! Alice! Let's make tracks!

Please be nice. Be patient. Please?

Yeah?

You've got him?

Yeah.

So, what happened to your car?

You loved that thing.

It was about time.

I was barely using it, so I sold it.

Dude, that thing was like a left nut to you.

Come on.

It was my mom.

She's at it again.

Got ahold of my chequeings account.

Shit. How bad?

She cleared me out at the races.

Twelve thousand dollars.

Plus, her 27 to loan sharks, so...

-Oh, my God. -And I dropped out.

What?

I need money, Kyle.

I'm working pretty much every hour God sends.

You guys sing. This is my jam.

I said no smoking.

I forgot.

Whoa!

And it's ten points for Sam, the man!

-That was ten out of ten. -I'd give it a ten out of ten.

Thank you. Thank you. Ha-ha!

I'm gonna grab a burger and some beer.

-You guys want? -Yeah. I'll take another beer.

- Obviously. - Yeah? Kyle?

Yeah. Sure, I'll take one.

OK!

Alright!

She's not all bad.

God, she grates me.

Yeah, but I mean, who doesn't, right?

You.

And Jamie, of course.

Kyle...

I'm only saying this because I love you, but...

Not right now, but at some point,

you know you have to start moving on.

You know...

I never understood why people say that.

I mean, how is anyone supposed to move on

from losing someone that they love?

I loved him too.

Yeah, well, it would be great if for a second,

people would just stop telling me how to be.

Kyle.

-What's up her ass? -You, for one.

What'd I do?

-You want me to go talk to her? -No.

What up, little sis? Yo, where the hell are you?

Stop stalling and get your ass on this thing.

Not happening.

I get it.

OK? Promise, I do.

But hiding away, thinking about preserving life,

just means you're not living it.

Mm-hmm. Hum a little.

There we go.

Wakey, wakey!

Good morning!

Good morning.

Get up, get up, get up!

Let's make tracks today, people!

Get up!

Kyle, I see you.

OK, let's hit it.

Coming.

- Ooh! - You have two minutes.

Got it. Alrighty.

Hey, can somebody get me a soda while I'm in there?

Make it quick!

Y'all see this?

It's gator country.

Y'all better stay out of the water.

I ain't coming to save none of y'all.

I'm gonna save my own ass.

Whoa, Sam, reapers.

Gator attacks.

Out for blood.

Stay out of the water. That'll save you.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah. That's her, alright.

That's who?

The big one.

Scar deep as a valley.

Yo, Kyle.

Let's go.

- Y'all take care now, you hear? - Come on, let's go.

I don't know if I can recover from you.

Well, can you drive safer this time?

-We still got some miles to go. -What do you mean?

Why do I get the feeling you're not telling me something?

Guys, I'm sorry about last night.

It's just hard, you know?

You don't need to apologise to us, Kyle.

We got you.

Gator parks, gators in the news.

This place is gator-fucking-crazy.

It's big business.

Hey, you know how much gator eggs go for?

A fucking fortune.

And this is my surprise for you guys.

Why are we at an airport?

What the actual fuck?

What?

OK, ungrateful much?

I figured we'd get there quicker and spend more time at the Keys,

not just driving there.

Yeah, what a great idea.

You do realise Kyle's terrified of flying, right?

Yeah. But what?

We've all just got to stay on the ground

for the rest of our lives?

Tell her to swallow some bad bitch and let's go.

Oh, shit.

Fucking...

Fucking kids.

Welcome to Frank Airlines.

Well, she ain't pretty, but she works.

Kind of.

Let's get you people on board.

You're late, and it's hotter than a post-chili shit out here.

-Hey, is this for real? -Ew.

-Hey, uh, Frank... -Jesus Christ.

I mean, I'm pretty sure that smoking on an airfield

is a big no-no, right?

Hey, bud.

You probably want to get pro-smoking pretty quick.

Or you might find those Bijou sneaks ain't gonna look so good

when you've trekked a thousand miles to Florida.

Are you feeling me, compadre?

Good.

Fucking pussy.

I don't mind driving.

- Yeah. Play music. - Yeah.