Against the Spread

- Here you go. - Thank you.

Let me know how you like the sauce,

I tried something new.

Mm-hmm.

So I was talking with Debbie this afternoon.

Apparently, there's a seafood festival

down in Port St. Joe this weekend.

I didn't think we had made plans yet,

so I told her we would go.

She said she can get us a really good deal

at the hotel they're staying at.

I think it's usually like 450 a night,

but she can get it for 400.

And if we get back early enough on Sunday,

I was thinking you could take a look at my car.

It's making a rattle again. Not the same as last time.

- -This time it's--

-Shh. -What?

- -Don't you move. Don't you move.

-Don't you do anything. - Okay.

We ain't gotta do all this now. Hold on.

- Don't you fucking move. -Just listen. Come on, man.

- -

Shut the fuck up, bitch.

No, no!

Let me go, goddamn! Fuck! Get the fuck off me!

Come here, motherfucker!

-Goddammit! -Stop squirming, you pussy!

We ain't gotta do this shit! Man, come on!

Your money's under the fucking sink, man.

The what?

Your fucking money, it's under the goddamn sink.

-Let him go. - Stop, fuck.

Goddamn, fuck.

We're good.

Fucking hit me in the head?

Son of a bitch.

You mean to tell me you had my money

this whole goddamn time?

Fuck, man. I'm sorry.

Nah. You ain't sorry just yet.

Hold on, now. Hold-- hold on. Hold--

Hey! Not my fucking leg!

Come on. Come on, you son of a bitch.

All right.

Don't count your chickens just yet.

-What do you mean? -They still got 30 seconds left.

Not a chance.

They ain't been able to pass worth a shit all game.

We'll see.

The hell you say? You'll see. I ain't been wrong all year.

Well, my life's fucked.

Well, at least you came to the right place.

My insurance company called and they're not covering

-my fucking procedure anymore. - They say why?

Some bullshit about it not being a medical--

You stupid fucking idiot!

-What the fuck? -Why would you squib it?

Brook! Will you shut the hell up, man?

You're fucking up the juju in here.

Anthony.

How many times I gotta tell you, man?

Well, Dave, with all due respect,

I wouldn't have to yell if you didn't let fucking morons

in here, now would I?

If I didn't let fucking morons in here,

I'd literally go out of business.

Hey, Dave.

Let me get a beer, man.

Three dollars.

-Oh, just put it on my tab. -I can't do that.

-Why not? -'Cause you never pay your tab.

Man, I've had a rough day, man. Can I-- can I just have a beer?

If I don't have $3 in my hand by the time I count to three,

I'm gonna pour this beer out right in front of you.

-One. -Well, don't just waste--

-Two. - No, I got it.

I'm losing my fucking shit, man.

Don't let Dave get to you, dude.

He's just a Yankee. He can't help it.

I'm already on the edge with this insurance shit.

The last thing I need is Dave starting his shit.

Brook! Brook!

Go outside.

-Unc, I literally just got-- -Right now, goddammit.

You're messing up the juju in here, man.

They didn't start fucking up till you walked in.

Goddamn, man.

Swear to God.

What'd I tell you, man?

As that son of bitch rolled out,

I knew he was fixing to throw a pick!

-What'd I tell you, man? -Yeah, yeah.

God, I'm hot this year, boy. Right down the middle with that.

-Remember? -

You're hot every year, aren't you?

-I tell ya! -Can I get one of 'em?

Hey, man, you know they sell these things, right?

Tell us about this insurance mess, man.

Apparently, they're not gonna cover my operation

because it's cosmetic.

I guess sleep apnea doesn't qualify as a fucking medical--

Oh, wait, man.

You ain't got no insurance, do you, bro?

-Yeah, through the sawmill. -Goddamn, son.

You ain't worked there in over a month.

-Can you lend me the money, Unc? -

-Come on, dude. What? -Unc, Unc, no, listen.

They got the operation scheduled for Thursday.

They said as long as I come up with the money,

I can keep that same appointment.

-Sounds like you're out of luck. -Well, hold on, hold on.

Why don't you just reschedule it?

'Cause it's finally happening. I'm finally gonna meet her.

Next weekend, I'm gonna go meet her.

- Oh, seriously? -Yes, exactly.

That's awesome, bro.

Well, hell, man. You waited this long.

Why don't you wait till after you get your nose all fixed?

-Hello. -Because, nah, man.

It's got to be-- uh, it's gotta be next weekend.

You guys remember me telling you she hasn't been texting me?

-No. -Yeah.

What the fuck? I told y'all. Dude! It's 'cause her dad died.

I'm sorry to hear that.

-Her dad died? -Her dad died, Unc.

You know what that means?

She's getting her fucking inheritance.

So I'm gonna go down there next weekend,

get a beach house, Panama City Beach,

rental car, 'cause I don't wanna drive my piece of shit.

I get all that, but why you need the nose job, man?

That ain't coming together for me.

Uh, hello?

You see this fucking thing?

-I mean, am I crazy? -Oh, shit.

She don't care about that, cuz. Y'all use a face chat, right?

Well, that's not what it's called, but...

To be sure, she's seen the damn thing.

I mean, she obviously don't care.

No, that's the thing. She's never seen my nose before.

When we talk, I always put a filter over it

so she don't see my nose.

-That's the whole point. -What the fuck's a filter?

What do you mean filter? Like an air filter?

No, like a fucking-- Lorenzo knows what I'm tal--

I dunno what y'all are talking about. Quit fucking around.

I'm not fucking around, man.

Are you gonna lend me the money or not?

Look, I can't lend you money I ain't got.

How much money did you just win on that game back there?

What do you mean you ain't got the money?

-Eight hundred. -Eight fucking hundred?

You shut the fuck up.

Eight fucking hundred and you can't lend me money--

I need this!

That money's for a greater purpose, man.

It ain't for fucking lending out for nose jobs and no bullshit.

Y'all out your damn minds.

Unc, look, it's eight grand, man.

That's for the nose job, for the rental car, the beach house.

It don't matter how much you need.

You ain't getting it from me, boy.

-What am I supposed to do, Unc? -I don't know.

Getting a job doesn't sound like a bad idea.

-Look who's talking. -Oh.

I'm disabled. You're just fucking lazy.

It's a big goddamn difference, man.

Look, I'd still be working if my back didn't go out.

Do you at least know somebody that will lend me the money?

- Brook. -It's Unc's call.

-Don't get Unc involved in this. -I know you know somebody.

You need to handle this on your own.

Hold on now. I think I know somebody.

He knows a guy. I knew he knew a guy.

This could be good for Brook. He might need this.

No, this is good for Brook. This is great for Brook.

This is great for all of us, actually.

You wanna go?

Take me to him.

All right, I'm gonna warn you boys, though.

Bit of an asshole, that guy.

["Many Miles" by Thomas Hendon and Brian Daste plays]

Thank you. What can I do for you?

Yes, we need to speak with, um...

Shiloh.

Shiloh, is he available?

Is it about your vehicle?

No, we just need to talk to, um, Shiloh.

Real quick.

Her dad was fucking loaded.

I'm talking about millions, millions, I'm talking--

Y'all need something?

Um, we were--

We were wanting to talk to you about--

We can talk in my office.

Back here?