Shotgun Stories
Kid.
Kid!
What?
Come on out.
What is it?
Annie's gone.
- Where'd she go?
- Left a note,
said she's gonna stay
with her mother for a while.
What'd you do?
I lost 200 at Tunaco last week.
- What about Carter?
- Took him.
Sh*t, man.
Yeah.
Well, you might as well move
back in the house for now.
All right.
What if she comes back?
Don't take the tent down.
Might be time for you to find
something else anyway.
I'm fine with it.
Well...
- We gonna tell Boy?
- What for?
You got front room, too.
Son of a b*tch!
- Boy?
- Yeah?
Whatcha doin'?
Stereo's broke.
What's goin' on?
Told Kid he can
move back in the house.
What about Annie?
She'd gone to stay
with her mother for a while.
Told me to come by and see if
you wanna stay in the front room.
Why?
Get out of this van for a while.
Who said I needed out?
The Lord.
Sh*t.
Don't you get hot in here?
I got this the other day.
- Does it work?
- Well, I don't know.
I tried to run it through the cigarette lighter.
But it burnt something out and
that's why the stereo won't work now.
What's it doin'?
It just cuttin' and off whenever it wants...
I got a tape stuck in there right now.
Yeah?
I'm no good with stereos.
I gotta get to work.
Let me know if you
change your mind about the room.
Hey, if I come out to the house later,
can, uh... can I use the VCR?
If you bring some Juritos.
See that?
- What?
- On his back.
What is it?
Well, he got shot right
at the liquor store.
No sh*t?
Gettin' outta here?
Yeah.
Wanna get cheeseburger?
Can't really.
OK, drop me off, then.
Told Cheryl I'll meet her there.
All right.
See ya.
- What's up, Shampoo?
- A lot.
- What happened?
- Man, I had a little accident.
My place got fire yesterday.
- Sh*t.
- Yeah, man...
Cops been all over,
should've found plenty of evidence.
I'm livin' in this piece of sh*t now.
Is that your car?
Nah, it's my girlfriend's mom.
- Who's your girlfriend?
- You remember Cheryl Pruitt?
Really?
Lucky bastard.
Where you stayin'?
Over at Son's.
Oh, yeah? Think he'd let me park
my car over there? -When?
I don't know.
Now? Tonight?
I don't know, man. You don't need
that sh*t right now, you know?
Just wanna buy him.
I'll think about it.
All right.
Bienvenidos, b*tch.
What's up, darlin'?
- Who was that?
- Shampoo Douglas.
Really?
We had biology together.
He used to sniff formaldehyde.
Yeah,
that's him.
Is this thing working?
I don't ever use that thing.
- What's the count?
- Plus 2.
This thing not workin'?
Oh, geez...
- What's it now?
- Shut up...
Got it.
Won't you get that?
Yeah.
- Your brother's here?
- Yeah.
- Both of them?
- Yeah.
Go get 'em.
It's mom.
What is it?
Your father's dead.
When's the funeral?
You look in the paper.
You going?
No.
Friends, before I lead us
in the committal thoughts...
I want to simply offer the sentiment
I said at the church:
Cleaman was a man of faith...
and the most productive member
of this community.
So, in our last moments together...
...each of us will have to
assess these feelings...
as they touch us individually.
Let us bow for prayer.
Brace us, Father,
lead us in these moments,
and especially bless this grieving family.
In Thy name, amen.
Now let us hear the words of David:
The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures.
- What do you think you're doing?
- I got something I wanna say.
Young man, what do you want?
- Sir, I'd like to say something.
- That's up to the family.
Let him talk.
I couldn't let you bury this man
without saying a few things first.
You're all here because you think
this was a good man.
But he wasn't.
Just 'cause he stopped drinkin',
called himself a Christian,
got a new life,
start a new family, that...
that don't make him a different man.
This is the same man...
that ran out on us.
Then left us behind to be raised
by a hateful woman.
He made like we were
never born.
That's who this man was.
And that's what he's
answering for today.
Stop, stop it!
Stop, not here...
Please, just go.
You could've told me
what you were gonna do.
If I'd known, I would've told you.
You should know.
- Where is Mark?
- He's outside.
Is he all right?
He's doin' all right.
He was a different man, back then.
I know, momma.
Take this.
Try and get some rest.
Thank you.
How is she doin'?
As good as can be expected.
She didn't deserve to hear that sh*t.
She's heard it before.
Not at his goddamn funeral.
Those three...
Like a pack of dogs.
You can't expect a dog
to have manners.
We'll see about that.
- You can't go out starting fights.
- I didn't start this.
You got responsibilities now, Mark.
Keep this farm up.
Hell, I got two kids to feed.
Besides, Stephen and John don't need
gettin' mixed up in anything like this.
You do what you want.
Steve and John are old enough
to make up their own minds.
F***er.
What time is it?
About eight.
This is one empty ass town.
It's like we own it.
If I owned this town, I'd sell it.
We don't own a square root of sh*t.
Is that true?
What the hell is this?
Good morning, Annie.
What the hell is this? I'm gone a week
and you move them in?
I thought you left.
So this is how you've been missing me?!
I have been missing you.
So, have you thought about
what you're gonna do? -Yeah.
Well?
I'm not stoppin'.
Damn it, Son.
Why'd you got that skillet for?
Look, I'm gonna make it
real simple for you.
Long you keep gambling,
the longer I stay gone.
It's not gambling,
it's a system.
I'm taking the skillet.
Wait a minute.
How's Carter?
He's fine.
You hear about my father?
He died.
It was past weekend.
Went to the funeral yesterday.
What happened?
I said some things.
You think that was wise?
Doesn't matter.
I want to see Carter.
Take him out fishing.
- Where?
- The hell is it matter where?
I'll drop him off for you.
All right.
Saturday at 2.
Lake at dam.
You look good.
All right.
Let's get to work.
Where are you goin'?
Work.
Hey, coach.
Hi, guys.
- What's up?
- Not much.
Whacha been doin'?
Oh, just goin' over some plays.
Did you know that somebody wrote
"Suck it" on the back of your van?
They did?
I didn't know that.
Probably outta get that washed off.
Yeah, I probably should.
So, you wanna play some basketball?
No, but you guys go ahead.
I'm just gonna grab Henry.
All right.
You guys need to work out
on overhanded lay-offs.
Remember those overhanded lay-offs
we were doin' on practice?
Go to van, Henry.
Fundamentals, guys, fundamentals!
Yeah, that was pretty good.
- Are you ready?
- Yeah.
Did you hear Son got shot
robbin' a liquor store?
No, man, he got caught messin'
around with somebody's wife.
That's not what I heard.
Don't matter how he got shot,
he's about to get another one.
My cousin worked for Mark Hayes.
Said Son showed up at
Mark's daddy's funeral...
talkin' sh*t.
Mark Hayes.
That crazy son of a b*tch.
Never met him.
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