Vincent N Roxxy

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- Don't you ever

f***ing run from me, b*tch!

Where the f*** is my money?!

Where the f***?! Back up!

Back the f*** up!

Back up! Back the f*** up!

Call the police!

- Let's get the f***

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 sh*t.

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 f***?"

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 f***ing 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 f***ing 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 f*** with your sh*t.

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 f***ing business.

And if you ask me again,

I will f*** you up,

motherf***er."

Lean back.

I look over at Julie,

Julie freaking out.

We drive couple miles,

tension...

...like a motherf***er.

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 sh*t

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 f*** 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 f***ing business.

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

homie.

- You f***in' kiddin' me, man.

- You guys fell

for that stale-ass joke, huh?

- Vinnie! Yeah, motherf***er!

Yeah, it's about time, homie!

Come on in, come on in.

Yeah, ah... sh*t.

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 p*ssy?

Sh*t, man, p*ssy 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 f***ing 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 f***ing excited.

- Come on. We supposed to be

celebrating, ain't we?

Drink this beer and smile,

motherf***er.

Stop being a b*tch.

Missed the hell outta you.

To my brother Vinnie.

Welcome home, homie.

Mm-hmm.

Now let's do some f***in' shots,

huh?

- Ah!

- Ah-ha.

Now, f***, 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 sh*t.

Everything's all...

F***ing 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 sh*t.

- 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 f***?

Alright, well...

How about you help me

get it set up?

I mean,

you're the best mechanic I know.

And you are my f***ing 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?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Sorry to show up like this.

- No, not at all. It's alright.

- Look, I'm not the...

Type of person

to ask for handouts, but...

...i have no money

and no place to go, so...

If your offer still stands,

i could really use

some figuring-sh*t-out time.

- Yeah. Yeah, absolutely.

- How long have you lived

out here?

- My whole life.

Until I moved to the city.

- It's pretty. Seems peaceful.

- When we were younger

and family used to come visit,

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