Straw Dogs

(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)

(INSECTS BUZZING)

(GUN C*CKS)

(GUNSHOT)

(DEER THUDS)

(DEER PANTING HEAVILY)

Norm.

What are you doing, man?

Geez.

(GUNSHOT)

(BIRDS SCREECHING)

(GOIN' DOWN PLAYING)

# Sock it to me

# Floating in the river

with a saturated liver

# And I wish I could

forgive her

# But I do believe

she meant it when

she told me to forget it

# And I bet she will

regret it when they find me

# In the morning

wet and drowned

# And the word gets round

# Goin' down

# I'm goin' down

# Coming up for air,

it's pretty stuffy

under there

# I'd like to say

I didn't care, but I

forgot to leave a note

# And it's so hard

to stay afloat

(SINGING ALONG)

# I'm soaking wet

without a boat

# And I knew

I should have

Whoo! Ow!

Thank you.

# It's front page news

# Goin' down

# I'm goin' down

That stuff is warm.

(LAUGHING)

Home, sweet home.

Blackwater, Mississippi.

It's pronounced

"Backwater", Mississippi.

Show a little respect

for the cradle of your youth.

# I wish I had another drink,

it wouldn't be so hard to sink

# I should've

taken time to think

# Besides, I got

the picture straight

# She must've had

another date...

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

# Don't want no more

# Goin' down

# I'm goin' down

# Now I see the life I led,

I slept it all away in bed

(DOGS BARKING)

WOMAN:
Get back inside!

# I'd like to get

my tummy pumped

# I can't believe

they drink this stuff in town

(PLAYERS WHOOPING)

Hey, baby!

Yeah! Play some ball?

# Goin' down

# I'm goin' down #

You're in good shape

for a little lady.

I have to say that.

I know.

F***ing coach, man.

At least he's consistent.

I think he's hit

his 12-drink minimum.

Damn!

This is, like,

the place, huh?

More than just the place.

It's where the problems

of the world are solved.

Problems of the world?

The Blackwater world.

You've got, um...

Got a chili

mustache going on there.

Really?

Don't touch it.

It's...

Keeping it.

Little cream puff

over here.

What's his deal?

I don't know.

He seems nice enough.

You know,

if you want to be

a real local, honey...

What the hell is that?

Fried pickly.

Fried pickle?

Come on, baby.

No. No.

Are you kidding?

It's good. It really is.

This is disgusting.

Just give it a chance.

MAN:
Not with

a cold beer, it ain't.

Hello, Amy Cakes.

Hello, Charlie.

You're looking

all right for yourself.

Ain't changed much.

Not as much as

I'd have thought.

This is my husband, David.

Charlie. Venner.

Hi. David Sumner.

Yeah. I put in

a bid for me and my crew

to rebuild

that roof of yours.

Yeah.

That's right.

Venner. That's right.

Don't like to

profit off a tragedy,

but we went

up to your place after

the hurricane, just to see.

The barn got

busted up pretty bad.

Yeah.

Think we can

have it up for you

in three weeks or so.

DAVID:
Three weeks?

That's great. Terrific.

Rumor is you're

a movie director

or something.

Ah, I'm...

David's a writer.

She means

I work for a living.

Well, let's hear it

for the working class.

David's writing a film

about Stalingrad in 1944.

'43.

'43.

Close. You know,

it was the biggest battle

of World War II.

Really?

Hey, y'all.

Crazy today. Sorry.

Okay, let's see.

$15.50.

Bet you can't get

two burgers and two

Cokes for $15.50 in LA.

That's a bet you'd win.

There you go.

Cash only.

Cash?

Yeah.

You know, that stuff

poor people use for money.

Keep the change.

Oh. Thanks.

Hey, Amy,

my Elizabeth would

love to come by and

get a picture with you.

Sure. Absolutely.

I mean, if that's okay.

How's she doing?

Thank... Oh, God.

She's 16,

that's how she's doing.

I can't believe...

I know.

It's the craziest thing.

I'll see y'all later.

You know,

that looks pretty good.

I'm gonna get

a beer before we go.

Can I get you another one?

No, thank you, sir.

You sure?

Yep.

Hey, listen,

can you start tomorrow?

First thing.

All right, let's do it.

What the hell?

You're a friend of Amy's.

Beautiful.

Great.

Okay.

I'm gonna...

Appreciate that, sir.

Thank you.

Now, that's a nice catch,

Amy Cakes.

He's a good man.

Do you mind?

Help yourself.

I love the

new accent, Ames.

It's for work.

Well, I bet.

And that is why

you suck.

MAN:
Shut up.

COACH:
Here we go now.

I swear to God,

he beats me

every time I do this,

but not...

Oh, God damn it!

I'm sorry

about your daddy.

I heard it was

a real nice service

up there at Arlington.

It was. Thank you.

Yeah?

Call that some

Southern hospitality, huh?

Come on,

Charlie, come on.

They don't have

shoelaces in Los Angeles?

What?

Oh. Right.

No, they make

'em that way.

Why?

So I saw you on that

show with the... The...

What's it called?

Perfect Crime.

Perfect Crime.

It was good.

I liked it.

WAITRESS:
No, no, no.

Jeremy, now, no.

You get out with that dog.

Get out of here!

Coach, I got it.

I got it.

No, I'm saying.

Get out of here

with that dog!

Scat.

Scat with that dog.

I'd like some lunch.

Well, I'll bring you

something outside.

Get out!

Get on out with that dog.

They were supposed

to put Jeremy Niles

away a long time ago.

Yeah, we take care

of our own here.

Remember when I

took care of you?

But you didn't.

Did you?

WAITRESS:
Waiting

on my burger.

COACH:
I was fixin'

to marry you,

until I saw what

a f***in' Razorback you are.

You're the new husband, huh?

The proud new husband.

What do you got on tap?

Budweiser.

I'll have

a Bud Light then.

No, I said Bud,

fully loaded.

That'll be fine.

I think I'd like

another, Blackie.

With a Jack back.

Yeah, well,

why don't we hold off

there, Coach, huh?

You've had enough.

What are you doing?

F*** you doing?

I'm gonna do like that,

you're gonna

get me in

license trouble again.

I'm not gonna do sh*t!

Give me the f***ing drink!

God damn it!

What are you doing?

You think I'm

some kind of child?

(COACH SCREAMS)

God damn it, Tom!

F*** off!

Excuse me one second.

COACH:
F*** you!

What's wrong with you?

Now, goddamn you,

look what happened!

CHARLIE:
Coach, Coach,

let's go over to practice,

give those kids some sh*t.

Go home, Coach.

How 'bout that, Coach?

Sorry about that, Blackie.

I'll pay for the glass.

Yeah.

And I'll pay for our

new neighbor's drink.

No, you don't

have to...

No, I'll pay

for your drink, sir.

But, Blackie,

I want another beer.

And a Jack f***in' back!

BLACKIE:
I don't think so.

How about f***in' now?

Get the hell out of here!

You want me to get out?

Will you walk away?

Want to walk away?

Come on, p*ssy!

Come on, hero.

Go on, have it.

Make yourself a drink.

Come on,

you f***in' p*ssy!

Draw you a beer

and choke on it,

for all I care.

Attaboy, Coach!

Huh?

Nice.

Goddamn!

Thank you for the invite.

MAN:
Pour me one, Coach.

Attaboy, Coach.

Thank you.

Hey!

Coach, that's enough.

Pay for your drink

and go on home.

All right, Sheriff.

Sounds good.

Coach.

All right.

Not drunk.

Not drunk.

Oh.

My drink

and his.

Yeah!

I'll see you later, boys.

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