Wild Things: Foursome

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Champagne time.

Carson. Carson. Carson.

Carson. Carson. Carson.

Where's my woman?

Where's Rachel?

Have fun with the boys.

Come on, baby.

We can play teams.

They will be shirts.

We will be skins.

Take it off. Take it off.

Take it off. Take it off.

Take it off.

Carson, Carson.

You're late, dude. l thought

for sure you'd chicken out...

...after that pounding

l gave you last time.

How about you put your money

where your mouth is?

My money is everywhere, b*tch.

-How about 10,000?

-Carson, what are you doing?

l am just going to show Shane...

...why he should stick to hustling

flat-feet at Blue Bay Country Club.

Where are you now? Par four?

You're going to race, aren't you?

He's going to race.

-l am going to win.

-This is like Divorce Court.

Only hotter.

What's it going to be then, eh?

-Race to Bird's Point?

-l know you drive...

...like you're blind, but l am sure

you can see l am entertaining.

-l have all day to feed you your lunch.

-The number four buoy?

Can l talk to you for a minute?

Sweetie, it will take 10 minutes...

...and then we will play

that lawn bowling game you love.

-You guys up for some bocce?

-Yeah.

-Let's do it.

-Yeah.

lt's going to be over before

the sun hits the first layer of SPF.

-l might sit this one out.

-After all this you're going to chicken out?

Sit out, not chicken out.

l decided to take on a new skipper.

-Brandi.

-Yeah.

-You work at the race track?

-l got to pay for school somehow.

-What kind of sh*t are you pulling?

-Scared of a girl?

l just don't want to hear

your excuses later on.

Don't worry about it.

Smoke this fool.

Careful with all that throttle.

Oh, yeah.

We should agree on a finish line.

You will know it's over

when l drop an anchor.

Damn.

Sh*t.

Yeah.

Damn it.

Yeah.

That's what l am talking about.

How about l buy you a drink?

With all the money you just lost,

how about l buy you one?

Stuben, are we home early?

Stuben. Stuben.

Coming.

-Yes, sir.

-Are we home early?

Few minutes. l noticed there

wasn't much traffic on the causeway.

No, l mean from our trip.

-Should we be back next week?

-Not that l know of. No, sir.

Where does this kid get balls

big enough to do this to my property?

Let me take care of this. Consider

staying in Bal Harbour tonight.

That was a pretty bold turn.

They say fortune favors the bold.

That's what you owe us,

Wheetly, a fortune.

So why are you following me again?

You know her?

-We grew up together.

-Sort of.

Her mother cleaned our house.

That's what's great

about this country, right?

We all end up sharing a beer.

Carson, you don't even know

this girl.

l know how she drives a boat.

Where'd you learn that?

My old man.

-He a captain?

-He was a fisherman.

-He was a lowlife.

-Rach, lighten up.

You know what? Screw you

and this Jerry Springer reject.

Rachel. Rachel.

Sh*t.

Dude, you got me into this.

Can you help me out?

Fine. But you owe me. Rach.

l want this entire house

arrested for trespassing.

Get off my couch.

They were invited in, sir.

Stuben, how much

do l give the cops every year?

l don't have the exact figure

in front of me, sir...

...but it's large.

Well, call Captain "What's-His-Name".

-Blanchard.

-Tell him it's payback time.

Let's just tow the cars. lt's a lot easier

than getting the cops involved.

-Hey, you want to wait up?

-Hey, Hendricks.

What the hell are you doing

in my home?

Carson invited me.

Stubie.

So your dad was a fisherman.

He was the best.

He had a small boat.

lt was in the family for generations.

He loved the water.

So does my father.

Boats, race cars and houses.

And not so much a fan of people.

lt's because they scuff his floors

and steal his booze.

Must be why he buys so many.

Cars and houses, that is.

-Carson.

-Oh, busted. Big man's here.

Seriously.

Speak of the devil.

What's up, Pops?

lf f***ing up were a desirable skill,

you would be president right now.

Well, if being an arrogant a**hole

was equally valued...

...you'd be my vice.

-This is not your frat house.

-Got the foosball table.

Come on, Carson.

What am l doing wrong here?

l don't know, Ted.

Maybe if Mom was still alive,

she could help.

ls that why you invited

Shane Hendricks?

Just to piss me off?

Just because his dad tried

to screw you out of a lot of money...

...a long time ago... did.

He did screw me out

of a whole lot of money.

Well, it hasn't slowed you down much,

has it?

l am going to stay at Bal Harbour tonight.

Poor Dad. Slumming it as usual.

Hardly. But you will be.

lf this place isn't empty and clean

by the time l get back in the morning...

...l will cut you off.

Promise.

Stop cheating.

Oh, yeah? How do you like that?

-You talk a pretty good game.

-l play a good game.

All right.

Look, let me show you

how it's done, okay?

Now, shoot.

See?

You beat me.

How about a rematch?

l don't want to embarrass myself

all over again.

Easy there.

Why don't you let me win

something for a change?

Like what?

A kissing contest.

Go. Let's go, Blue Bay.

Blue. Go.......

Let's go, Blue Bay. lt was like everybody

could see them, and no one's paying attention.

l am telling you, she is such a skank.

-And you're sure he kissed her.

-Positive.

She's finished in Blue Bay.

What are you going to do about him?

-What do you want?

-To spoil my baby.

Why don't you give them to your whore.

What?

Baby, what are you talking about?

Come on, Carson.

l know what you did last night.

-l got drunk.

-Oh, and you just jammed...

...your tongue down

some chick's throat?

Who told you that?

Are you kidding?

l knew every girl there.

-Which one of you said that?

-l did. l saw you.

Are you going to deny it?

l don't know. l might have kissed her.

l was drunk.

Sh*t, baby, do you think that meant

anything to me, one stupid kiss?

Do you believe me?

Because without your trust,

l am nothing.

l asked if you believe me.

So are we good?

lf l find out that you did more than

just kiss her, l will chop your nuts off.

That's what l love about you.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Mr. Wheetly, the police are here...

...and they need to talk to you.

Let me guess,

about your little boat race?

Can you come with me, please?

Excuse me, ladies.

Officer, let me assure you...

...whatever you heard, l was not racing

my motorboat this weekend.

Carson.

Jesus. They got you here too?

What's the charge?

Carson, it's your father.

What about him?

He didn't make it.

lt's okay.

We will get through this.

Detective.

Detective Walker.

-You find him?

-He wasn't at home.

Answering machine said

he wouldn't be back till the 25th.

That's next week.

Yeah. l know when it is. Thanks.

Frank, what the hell

is going on here?

This guy must be really important...

...for you to leave your cushy chair

and your view of the heliport.

He's the ninth richest man

in Florida.

Judging by all the pieces

he was blown into...

...l'd say he was five of them.

This is why we don't let him

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