Vincent N Roxxy

Don't you ever fucking run from me, bitch!

Where the fuck is my money?! Where the fuck?! Back up!

Back the fuck up!

Back up! Back the fuck up!

Call the police!

Let's get the fuck out of here.

So who are you?

Vincent.

Have we met before?

No.

So you stepped into that... And you've never met me before?

No.

Why'd you help me?

I dunno.

Who wouldn't?

Is that what you do?

Drive around in your cool car trying to rescue girls gettin' beat on?

I dunno.

I'm Roxxy.

Where are you headed?

Southwest, about...

700 miles.

You think you can...

...drop me off...

...at a bus station or something?

I'll give you a ride there if you don't mind...

Drivin for a bit.

You got something to ask me?

I got nothing to hide in this world.

How'd you know that guy?

His name's Cordell.

My brother was killed three days ago.

He was into some bad shit.

I went to his place to get some things and...

Cordell was there.

He came after me.

I ran.

You know the rest.

You thinkin' about going to the police?

That's not really an option with guys like this.

- Roxxy! - Yeah.

Where you gonna go?

Anywhere to get away.

You're a good guy, Vincent,

but you don't wanna get mixed up with me.

Trust me.

My family, we have a farm... Just northeast of town.

It's a really nice place. Big property.

Just stay there until you figure out your next moves.

I can't do that.

I don't even know you.

I don't know you.

Exactly.

Hey, well, listen.

You change your mind,

just ask around for Vincent or JC Stewart.

You'll find me and my brother.

No doubt.

I come out,

there's this dude sitting in the backseat.

Now I'm, like: "What the fuck?" This dude looks homeless.

I'm about to whoop some ass when my auntie, she tell me to get in.

Says his name is Terry or Jerry, I don't know,

but she wants to give him a ride.

I'm, like: "Julie..." My auntie name Julie.

"We ain't trying to pick up no hitchhikers on this trip.

You fucking crazy."

She insists, so I'm eyeballing this guy, right?

Right in the rearview.

Now I notice he's got this bag, and it's this crazy-looking bag:

All leather with these chrome rings on it.

I mean, it's just the kind of bag, it just exemplifies suspicion.

So I say to him: "Hey, man, what's in the bag?"

He responds: "None of your fucking business."

Cold as ice. I'm starting to get angry.

"Alright, look, man, I ain't trying to get in the middle of your deal,

I ain't trying to fuck with your shit.

I'm just looking out for my auntie and myself.

I'm just asking: What's in the bag?"

He leans forward... Right up in my face,

he says, "None of your fucking business.

And if you ask me again,

I will fuck you up, motherfucker."

Lean back.

I look over at Julie,

Julie freaking out.

We drive couple miles,

tension...

...like a motherfucker.

He says, "Pull over." So we do.

We pull over the side of the road,

and he gets out the car, he's in the weeds or something.

I think he's takin' a piss, doin' some kind of shit he doesn't want us to see.

You know what I mean? Ah...

I look in the backseat.

There's that bag,

just sittin' there, lookin' right back at me.

I look over at the guy.

Guy about 20 feet from the car.

I turn to Julie. "Julie, drive, and fuck it."

And we do. We leave his ass on the side of the road,

bag in the backseat.

Mm...

Well... what was in the bag?

None of your fucking business.

Oh... that's what's in the bag, homie.

You fuckin' kiddin' me, man.

You guys fell for that stale-ass joke, huh?

Vinnie! Yeah, motherfucker!

Yeah, it's about time, homie! Come on in, come on in.

Yeah, ah... shit.

Damn, brother, look at you.

Yeah...

Look at you.

Intermission, fellas. Come on..

So how you been?

Okay.

How's that city trim looking? You get a lot of pussy?

Shit, man, pussy good.

Been tough around here, bro.

Yeah, it's tough all over.

Yeah, it is.

Good you're back.

- Hey, baby. - Hey.

- Kate... - Mm?

This is my brother... Vinnie.

So fucking good to finally meet you!

Ah!! Fun!

Hi.

Vincent. Nice to meet you, too.

So how long are you gonna stay for?

Um... still figuring that out.

It's your home too, Vinnie. You stay as long as you want.

I'm fucking excited.

Come on. We supposed to be celebrating, ain't we?

Drink this beer and smile, motherfucker. Stop being a bitch.

Missed the hell outta you.

To my brother Vinnie. Welcome home, homie.

Mm-hmm.

Now let's do some fuckin' shots, huh?

Ah!

Ah-ha.

Now, fuck, it's bright out here.

How you feelin', bro?

Okay. How you feel?

Overachieving, homie.

Overachieving. Hey, you got a smoke on you?

Thanks.

So what's the word?

The farm looks like shit.

Everything's all... Fucking torn up.

You let your crew ruin this place.

Last night was a rarity. A party. For you.

I didn't ask for a party.

Yeah, well, you've been gone.

And the farm's been fine. I've been taking care of shit.

It doesn't look like that.

Money's tight, bro. Put all my bread in the shop.

You get that up and going?

It's up, it's going.

Needs some work. You should come check it out.

- Okay. - Come by tomorrow,

check it out, tell me what you think.

- Alright, yeah, I'll do that. - Cool.

In case you're wondering... Ma's buried under them trees

down the east side of our property.

I know it's not much to look at,

but it's got good bones... New electricity.

It's a good location in town and it was cheap.

All she needs now is she needs to get her nails done and her hair did.

- Gonna need more than that. - You gotta start somewhere.

Hard to be a professional doing repair work out of a barn.

So what do you think?

About what?

About helping me out. Being partners.

- Partners? - Mm-hmm.

I don't know about that.

Oh, what the fuck?

Alright, well...

How about you help me get it set up?

I mean, you're the best mechanic I know.

And you are my fucking brother, for chrissake.

Alright, I can do that...

For now.

For now!

Cocksucker.

Make me beg you.

Thank you.

Alright.

What do you wanna do first?

Here's the problem with sports today.

Kids are literally never told no.

You are never told: "Go sit on the bench, Tommy."

And the reason why is because we think

we have to coddle children. They don't have to win anything.

It's strange, 'cause as an adult, I'm often told no.

Hey.

Roxxy.

You get an absolute A--

Hey. You okay?