Man: (over radio) Now stay cool
out there, New Orleans.
It's going to be
hot again today.
They're expecting the
mercury to climb to 106!
That's right, folks,
it's too hot to sleep,
too hot to work,
and definitely too
hot to make whoopee!
(laughing)
Aw, sir,
I don't know about that.
Mm, it ain't never too hot to
make sweet love to your lady.
(phone beeping)
- Woman: Hello?
- Hey, baby.
- Hey.
- I got some bad news.
I am going to have to work
a double tonight.
Baby, that's the
third time this week.
I know, I know.
But, hey, I rescheduled
Demarco's on Saturday night.
Yeah, that's good.
Hey, are you at a restaurant?
Yeah, I just walked
into the ladies' restroom,
- freshen up a little bit.
- Sam: Okay, okay.
I know this sucks,
but are you okay with this?
Not really, but what else
am I going to do?
God knows we need the money.
I heard that.
Well, I should be home
before 11.
It'd be real nice
if you'd wait up for me.
- Why?
- Cause I just want to
do some awfully sweet things
to you, baby.
How awful we talking?
You remember Biloxi?
Mm, I love it when
you go bad on me, Sammy.
Happy anniversary, baby girl,
I love you with all my heart.
I love you too.
- I'll see you later.
- Bye, baby.
(phone clicking shut)
(shudders)
- Lola: Hey, Sam.
- Well, hey there, Lola.
How you doing today, girl?
I'm good.
I see Jimmy finally lets
you out that office, huh?
Yeah, I don't think that man
likes me very much.
The way I see it,
you always gonna be
working at that office,
'cause he likes looking at you.
(groans)
Yeah, you're probably
right about that.
(giggling)
(phone vibrating)
This is Samuel Dueprey.
Oh, hey, how y'all doing?
Good, good.
Will they be ready for me
to pick up by one o'clock?
All right, I don't know,
just something real pretty.
Hey, chrysanthemums,
tulips, they pretty?
(whispering)
Yes, yes!
All right then, chrysanthemums
and tulips, that'll do.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, hey,
you got dark chocolates?
Would you throw a
box of them in there?
Yeah, she loves that stuff.
Today is our
one year anniversary.
All right then, Lucy, I'll
see you around one, all right?
Bye.
I didn't mean to
eavesdrop or nothin',
but that is so sweet.
Aw, well, thank you.
I just hope Ashley
likes 'em, you know.
Oh, she will,
your wife is a very lucky girl.
Oh, she ain't the lucky one,
she's just real pretty
and sweet like pecan pralines.
I'm the lucky one.
Well, congratulations.
Well, thank you so much, hun.
Thank you, thank you.
You're sweet, darling.
Y'all got big plans for later?
Well, we were supposed
to go to Demarco's tonight.
Nice.
Yeah, that's real nice.
She's been wanting to go
there for a long time.
We had a reservation,
but I had to cancel it.
Oh.
With all they
layoffs and what not,
Jimmy's got me
working a double, so...
Didn't you tell him
it was your anniversary?
No, because I
got my new truck,
we just moved in a
new house in Lakeside,
it's a lot of money, you know?
- I stay in Lakeside.
- Get out of here!
Yeah, just past the mall.
- Sam: Really?
- Lola: Yeah.
Hey, Jimmy.
(giggling)
He's hitting that.
He's tapping that ass.
Look at 'em,
they're flirting all the time,
is that company policy?
Tyrone, they're two
types of men in this world.
There's those who have jobs,
and those who had jobs,
now which type are you?
I'm the have jobs.
Sam: All right then,
that's it for me.
You have yourself a good day.
All right, hey, uh, Sam?
It's supposed to be
a real hot one today,
so try to stay cool all right?
I hear you, darling,
I'll catch you later.
Bye, Sam.
Is there anything
I can help you with?
Do you still have this unit?
Let me see here.
Now, we been selling this
one like hotcakes lately.
Bet you have.
Well, it's two
aisles over, on 12.
Would you like for me
to walk you over there?
Are you always this helpful?
You always wear that smile?
At Southern Airlines
we always wear a smile.
Well, Miss Scott,
it is my pleasure.
Thank you,
assistant manager Sam Dueprey.
(truck engine roaring)
(music plays over radio)
Shit, motherfucker!
(sighs)
Son of a bitch.
(children playing)
(whistling)
(sighs)
(exhales)
(sniffs)
(phone beeping)
(phone ringing in the distance)
(moaning)
(thudding)
(moaning)
(gun cocking)
(screaming)
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, no!
- Woman: Sammy, Sammy!
Wait, wait, wait, no!
(gunfire)
No, Sammy, Sammy!
Sammy, no, no, no!
(gunfire)
(pained gasping)
(footsteps descending
the stairs)
(sighs heavily)
(guns clattering)
(moaning)
(screaming)
Man: Oh, shit!
Oh, shit, no, no, no!
Uh-uh, motherfucker.
Hey, there's no need for
all that, come on, man.
I'm so sorry,
I messed up, okay?
Don't hate me.
Just, come on, man.
Say something, go on, please.
Sam, right?
Isn't your name Sam?
Okay, just I'm the first
person to admit this.
This is horrible, this is
an unfortunate incident.
It's very, very, I admit that.
But there's no need for this
to end in violence, Sam.
I could just take my
things and I could go.
Sam: You know what?
Why don't y'all sit y'all's
sorry asses on down over here.
Come on, man.
Sam: Do I look
like I'm playing?
Sit your ass on down!
Fuck!
(heavy breathing)
(clattering)
Happy anniversary, baby.
(weeping)
You're ripping my heart.
(crying)
You're breaking
my fucking heart.
Please try to forgive me.
What?
What'd I do wrong?
I make enough money.
I work too much,
god damn it, woman,
what the fuck did I do?
I need some answers.
Let's start with you, Punchy.
How long you been
fucking my wife?
Why you gotta do this, Sam?
I ain't talking to you.
You know what this is here?
Metronome.
As you know,
this here is supposed to
help you keep time.
It ain't never really
worked for shit, though.
I used it to put me to sleep.
Thing is, this here?
It's gonna put you all to sleep.
(metronome ticking)
Cause when this
here stops beating,
if I ain't got my answers...
(imitates gunshot)
Game over.
I'm waiting, Punchy.
What you wanna know?
I wanna know how long
you been fucking my wife!
Okay, I'm working
with you, just...
Sam: Answer the question.
Maybe you need
yourself a drink, huh?
I can understand that.
Well, go on,
I already know where
your mouth been.
All right, that's enough.
Give it back.
Come on.
Well, I'm waiting, Punchy.
The peaches and I met
about six weeks ago.
Ya'll been fucking
for six weeks?
No, no, no,
it's not like that.
It's not like that.
We only been intimate
about a few times.
Oh?
Just a few times, huh?
That's it, man.
Sam: Just a few times, huh?
Yes, it was just a few times.
So about many
times we talking, hmm?
More than two times?
I don't know.
How many times did you
fuck my wife, God damn it!
It was like,
three or four times,
like three or four times,
Jesus fucking Christ, man.
- Just let me...
- Sam: See?
Now we getting somewhere,
cause now we communicating.
You always fuck her in my house?
In my bed?
All but the first time.
First time was a hotel.
Stop this, Sammy, please stop.
Woman, I am a fuse that
is fixing to blow.
You do not interrupt me again.
You were saying?
I don't remember.
Well, it was something about
you fucking my wife in a hotel,
I do believe.
Yeah.
First time was in a hotel.
How'd ya'll meet?
Online.
Online, huh?
"Oh, don't worry, Sammy, baby.
I'm just reconnecting with old
friends from my high school."
You remember that
fucking load of bullshit.
Hmm?
So, tell me, Punchy.
Did you go to
high school with my wife?
God damn it.
I blame myself for this shit.
No, Sammy, baby.
It ain't your fault.
I'm just, I'm messed up.
What happened next,
after you and my wife
became internet friends?
Oh, shit.
Are you married?
Yeah.
How long?
Ten years.
Ten years?
Yeah.
You got kids?
I got a little boy.
My wife got a girl on the way.
Well, congratulations, Punchy.
See, I reckon,
being married don't
mean shit anymore.
You see this little
band of silver here?
Just a god damn
cosmetic, ain't it?
(metal crunching)
(weeping)
Why don't you finish telling
me about you and Peaches.
We met up one night.
One thing led to another.
That was the first time.
How was it?
H... How do you mean?
I wanna know what it
was like fucking my wife.
Sammy, please stop.
I can't take anymore.
I got news for you, baby.
We just getting warmed up.
We ain't even got to
the good part yet.
Continue.
It was okay.
Just okay?
Motherfucker, I know for
fact it's a whole hell of
a lot better than just okay.
Fine, it was great.
That what you want me to say?
She got some real good
pussy on her, don't she?
So, tell me.
Did you ass fuck her?
Come on, man.
Did you fuck my
wife in the ass?
Yes.
She like it?
I don't know,
you can ask your wife, I guess.
Yeah, you been
having yourself a
good ol' time with
my wife, ain't ya?
She suck your cock?
She do that little
thing with her tongue?
You know what I'm talking about.
Mm, oh, yeah, Peaches.
Oh, Peaches got a mouth
on her, don't she?
(murmuring)
Seems like your memory
ain't so good, Punchy.
You know what?
I might just help
you jog your memory.
Hey, there, baby girl.
Seems like your boyfriend
can't remember
whether or not
you give good head.
Why don't you get on over there?
Remind him.
(whimpers)
What?
Fuck you, Sammy,
I ain't doing that.
Oh, yes you are.
No, Sammy.
You're just gonna have
to fucking shoot me.
Well, then I guess
this is goodbye, then.
Peaches: My god.
Sammy, you're really
gonna shoot me?
What you think?
Come on.
On your fucking feet, Punchy.
(sobbing)
On your feet, Punchy!
This is fucking sick, man!
Is that how you get off?
Look at the bright side.
At least you still breathing.
Both of you.
(crying)
Go ahead, there, sweetheart.
Just pop it on in your mouth.
Just pretend like I ain't here.
You know.
Like you did before.
(sobbing)
Yeah, you like that?
(phone ringing)
Baby, that's probably my boss.
I gotta get back
to the restaurant,
he ain't got nobody
covering my shift.
Well, you shoulda
thought about that before.
Keep at it!
Don't stop!
Get on in there!
Hello?
Yes, this is her husband.
Oh, she done decided that
she ain't coming
back to work today.
Oh, no, sir, we...
We kinda in the midst
of a family crisis.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
Everything's gonna be just fine.
Just fine.
Okay, bye.
Is it all coming back to
you now, motherfucker?
Hmm?
Yeah.
You made your fucking point.
She can stop now.
There, there, Peaches.
Drink up.
You know, I read this
article the other day.
Now, they did this study at one
of them fancy universities.
Apparently they found out that
swallowing cum
makes women happy.
You happy now, darling?
You can thank me later.
(ticking)
A few nights back.
Can't sleep.
So I'm watching this
old show with De Niro.
Can't remember the name.
There's this part where he
picks this fellow up in a taxi.
Fella tells him to drive him to
this apartment
building and just park.
He don't get out.
Just keeps the meter running.
Fella then says that this
ain't his apartment building.
But the half-naked woman
standing in the window,
that's his wife.
Fella then says, "You
know who lives here?"
Niro don't answer.
Fella says,
"A nigger lives here."
He then went on to talk about
how he's gonna kill his wife.
He said, "I'm gonna kill her.
I'm gonna kill her
with a 44. magnum pistol.
You know what a 44. magnum
would do to a woman's face?
It would fucking destroy it,
just blow it right apart.
Now you know what a 44. magnum
would do to a woman's pussy?"
I gotta say, it's pretty
fucking disturbing.
It got me to thinking, though.
What would I do?
I mean,
I got me a pretty
powerful gun, too.
I ain't imagine I'd be
answering that question so soon.
Now, you know I ain't never
raised my hand to no woman.
This situation you got me in,
it's taking everything to
keep me from squeezing
this trigger.
(gun rattles)
Ya'll have no idea how bad
I wanna watch ya'll bleed.
But you don't have to, baby.
We can work through this, okay?
I messed up real bad.
But I love you.
Cross my heart, I do.
I believe you
still love me, too.
God, Ash, I wanna believe that
I ain't got it in me
to kill a motherfucker.
I really do.
The way I'm feeling right now?
I'm damn near
capable of anything.
Taxi Driver.
What'd you say?
That's the name of that
movie you talking about.
Taxi Driver.
Who the fuck are you?
- My name's...
- Shut the fuck up!
Black American Express card.
Shit.
Platinum MasterCards.
Damien Dexter Jackson.
Shit must be nice.
I ain't never been able to
qualify for no platinum nothin'.
Let's see what else we
can find out about the man
that's been fucking my wife
for six fucking weeks.
God damn, Punchy.
This a whole lotta
walking around cash, huh?
Ooh, ooh.
You a drug dealer or something?
Hmm?
You a fucking drug dealer,
motherfucker?
Of course not.
Motherfucker, are you
paying my wife for sex?
No, I'm not,
that's ridiculous, man.
- Ashley: Wait, wait...
- God damn it, Ashley!
Wait, wait, wait, baby,
it's, let me explain...
Is he paying you for sex?
No, it ain't like that.
It's a loan, okay?
A loan for what?
Baby, you know
how you're always
going on about
wanting a new guitar?
Well, they were having this
huge sale at Old Timers,
and I was fixing to get you
a new one as an
anniversary present, okay?
But I was just a
little short, and so,
you know, I just wanted to
do something to make you happy.
But I ain't never borrowed
money from him before.
I pl...
I planned to pay him back.
How you gonna pay him back?
With his dick in your mouth?
I know you're real angry now,
but you ain't gotta
be so god damn mean.
I got a raise coming soon.
I'm gonna pay him back.
I just wanted to do something
real nice for you, Sammy.
Don't you fucking move!
(breathing heavily)
Fuck, Ashley,
fuck the god damn guitar!
All I ever wanted
was a good woman.
Oh, I'm good.
I'm good, Sammy.
I'm good, baby.
You earned it.
USAF Major.
Damien Jackson.
You in the service?
Got out a few years back.
I'm a reservist, now.
So I guess you're used to
having a gun pointed at ya, huh?
I don't think you
ever grow accustomed to
somebody pointing
guns at you, no.
But that wasn't my experience.
I flew jets.
Like, Top Gun type shit?
No, bombers.
Don't tell me
you flew the B-1.
Yeah, actually, I did.
Stationed not too far from here.
Barksdale?
That's the one.
Oh, man, I grew
up in Bossier City,
right near that base.
I didn't know that, Sammy.
You know,
kinda makes sense that
you were a bomber pilot and all.
- How's that?
- All you flyboys,
all ya'll do is drop your bombs
from way up in the sky.
And then run off and
hide in them clouds.
Leaving a mess for
everybody else to clean up.
That's not quite
how I'd put it.
I got news for ya.
This time, you gonna see
the mess firsthand, Punchy.
(metronome ticking)
So, uh, they give you
one of them nicknames?
Tactical call signs,
what it's called.
Flash Jackson.
People just call me Flash.
Flash.
(snickering)
Said you fly for Southern?
I ain't never seen
no nose ring wearing,
tatted up airline pilot before.
I guess Peaches just needs to
get herself an upgrade.
I wanted to be a
fighter pilot once.
Took that damn ASVAB
test a few times,
but I couldn't
score high enough to
get into the Air Force
or the Navy.
Just guess I'm not
smart like you.
You're still relatively
young, you know?
It's not too late, I mean,
those things are all political.
I didn't know you wanted
to be a pilot, Sammy.
Well, I guess there's
a whole lot that
we don't know about each other.
Peaches.
Damien: Sammy, I mean,
if that's something that
you're still interested in,
I can make a call, I mean,
there's people
that owe me favors.
You'd do that for me?
I would, I really would.
No, thank you.
You ain't talking your
way outta this shit.
(ticking)
What's your wife's name?
I'm gettin' real sick and
tired of repeatin' myself.
Jasmine.
Sam: Jasmine.
That's a real pretty name.
What's wrong with her?
Nothin'.
She's great.
So, why you fuckin' my wife?
What would Jasmine say if
she were here, right now?
Probably be pretty pissed.
Would she leave you?
Probably not.
My wife knows I got a problem,
and we're working on it,
I'm trying to fix it.
Oh, I don't give a fuck
about what you fixin' to do.
It's what you done
already did here,
that you're gonna
have to pay for.
Damien: Look, God damn, Sam,
we're all grownups, okay?
I didn't force your
wife to fuck me.
It was mutual.
And it was wrong.
And I am sorry.
And obviously your
wife is sorry.
And you're mad as hell,
and you have every right to be.
But Sam, this is life.
This kinda shit happens
from time to time.
You just gotta
pick up the pieces
and learn from this shit, man,
and just move on.
I ain't no marriage counselor
or nothin' like that,
but I mean, I think
it's plain to see that
this is between
you and your wife.
I mean, with all due respect...
What you think you're doin'?
Sammy, Sammy!
God damn it, Sam!
This is gettin' ridiculous!
Either you fucking shoot me,
or you let me go!
I'm not gonna just sit here
and be humiliated by you.
You come to my house,
and you fuck my wife
on my anniversary,
and you talking
about humiliation!?
Didn't you know something
like this could happen?
I fucking did, man, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I never meant to hurt you guys,
I never meant to hurt you, man.
Oh, you hurt people.
And hurt people, hurt people.
(metronome ticking)
You read The Bible, Sam?
Yes, I do.
You?
I wouldn't call myself,
for lack of a better phrase,
like, all Christian
or nothin' like that,
but my momma took me to
church every Sunday.
Every Sunday, and I think
some of it rubbed off on me.
I remember hearing that
vengeance belonged to God.
Vengeance only perpetuates
more vengeance.
And on again, and on again until
somebody just has the
strength to say stop.
"The wrong done to me,
I will not avenge."
Does that sound familiar to you?
"Avenge not yourselves,
give unto wrath,
for it is written that
vengeance is mine!
I will repay, sayeth the Lord."
Romans, chapter 12, verse 19.
See, this here?
I don't see this as revenge.
Revenge would be me going to
your house
and fucking your pregnant wife,
until she could hardly breathe.
This?
This here is justice.
And I do believe the good
Lord will be on my side.
Exodus 20:13.
Boy, heathen,
(metronome ticking)
you should do know your
way around the good book.
But it's Exodus
chapter 20, verse 14
you gots to worry about.
See, ya'll keep
saying ya'll sorry.
But you ain't sorry.
You only sorry that
you got caught.
It's time that ya'll deal with
the consequences
of your actions.
I got some money.
Everybody's hurting for
money these days, right?
I mean, what you need?
A thousand?
Five thousand?
Just name your price, man,
just don't take my life,
I got a fuckin' family,
please, Sam.
A hundred thousand.
That's more difficult,
but I can get it.
I can get you that money.
I have to call my banker,
I could have him wire
the money tonight.
He could wire the money tonight.
I just use that phone,
I get you that money.
Just let me use that phone,
I'll get you that money.
Get your ass back,
motherfucker!
Come on, man.
You think I want your money?
Huh?
You can't buy your
way out of this shit.
When you dipped your
dick into my wife,
you stole something from me.
You took a piece of my pride.
Every time I look at her,
I'm gonna see you.
- (whimpering)
- Sam: Huh?
(crying)
Now, tell me.
What's the penalty for that?
Damien: I don't know!
What's the price for that?
I don't know,
but it shouldn't be death.
Well, fortunately,
the good Lord is on my side.
You see, the good book says,
any man who commits adultery
shall be put to death.
Leviticus, chapter 20,
verse ten.
Ashley: Baby.
Baby, put the gun to me.
Come on.
It ain't his fault.
It's my fault.
I'm the bad one.
Good, good, good!
Okay.
Talk to me.
Talk to me, forget about him.
Talk to me.
Go on, Damien, get out of here.
- (gunfire)
- (screaming)
God damn it!
The fuck is wrong with you, man!
(sobbing)
Ya'll just don't
seem to understand.
Gonna point this out for you.
I am judge.
I am jury.
And I am the executioner.
So whoever dies here today,
it's my choice.
(metronome ticking)
Jimmy: How's it going?
Lola: It's going.
I haven't seen your
boyfriend in a while.
He's not my boyfriend.
Sammy's a happily married man.
He's married?
(laughter)
- Happily.
- Yeah.
Where is he?
I don't know,
haven't seen him since
just before lunch.
He better not
still be at lunch.
Well, when you see him,
tell him I'd like to
have a word with him.
Sure thing.
And, uh, when you're done here,
I'm gonna need ya
over on aisle seven.
No problem.
You're doing a
great job, Lola.
You keep up the good work,
you're gonna go places
in this company.
Okay, thanks.
Sam: You always
cheat on your wife?
Or you'd always fuck other
men's wives, what is it?
I didn't lose my
virginity until I was 18.
I had to pay a hooker for that.
I married the first girl that
actually liked me for me.
Probably got married too early.
I don't know.
That's a touchin'
little tale you got there,
but I still see you as a
self-absorbed asshole.
Damn it, Punchy.
(keys jingle)
What you doin' with
two phones, Punchy, hmm?
One of 'em's your throwaway
for the whores, isn't it?
Bet you your wife ain't
got that one, does she?
Wonder which number you got.
(phone beeping)
(phone ringing)
Look at that, Peaches.
Look at that.
Now you know what
he thinks of ya.
Just one of his little whores.
You think you got it
all figured out, huh?
You got everythin'.
Guess that this ain't enough
for some folks, though, huh?
You got all them nice things.
Is that what my
wife is to ya, huh?
She's a friend.
She can't be your friend.
You don't even know her name.
I know when ya'll first met,
she was married.
I also know when you
started fuckin' her,
she was still married.
I know what you're thinkin'.
We the same.
That loser used to
beat the piss outta her.
I saved her.
That marriage was over
when I came into it.
Why, 'cause you say it was?
Tell him, Ashley.
Tell him I saved you.
You did, Sam.
Yeah, he did save me.
He did.
No, we ain't the same.
Yes, you are.
I am not like you!
He beat her!
Damien: And that's horrible.
I mean, but the state of
Louisiana says she
was still married.
This makes you an
adulterer, Sam.
Just like me.
No better, no worse.
You gotta accept that.
We the same.
You can fuck with my life,
and you can humiliate me,
you can hit me.
You can even kill me.
But it ain't gonna change
the fact that you are me.
Probably never'd
been together if
you hadn't fucking
run on your old man.
I just, I couldn't help it.
I just couldn't stop
thinkin' about you.
I couldn't.
I couldn't sleep, I
couldn't do nothin'.
I couldn't even think.
And I always felt like you
felt the same way about me.
(crying)
I do, Sammy.
I do.
I did this to myself.
You know,
my step daddy,
he was a dumb shit,
he didn't know much,
but one thing he did always say
was that
a leopard can't
change his spots.
That's one thing
he was right about.
We are what we are.
And that's that.
(metronome ticking)
And you got so many
women in here.
Why'd you have to
take my girl, too?
Fuck it, man.
You're gonna kill me anyway,
I'll tell you the truth.
Because I could.
Ashley: God damn it, Damien.
Why'd you have to say that?
Don't you see what
this is doing to him?
What it's doing to him?
He's got the fucking gun.
Just stop!
You know, I'm getting real
sick of people like you.
The takers.
All ya'll do with your
money and your smarts,
you take advantage of
the weak and stupid.
I got news for ya.
I ain't weak.
And I ain't no idiot, neither.
Oh, Sam.
You're the judge.
You're the jury.
And the executioner.
You know, you
smartass motherfucker.
Did you grow up in Mandeville?
Go to Trinity Prep?
You one of them
motherfuckers over there?
Hollygrove.
Sam: Hollygrove, huh?
You ain't nothin'
like them folks.
I work with some of them folks.
Coming from you, Sam,
I take that as a compliment.
No.
They different from you
in a really good way.
Them folks is decent.
Them folks is God-fearing.
- They ain't like you.
- (Damien tuts)
You really come
up in Hollygrove?
What is that, just something
you said to my wife?
So you'd get close
to her and fuck her?
It's not really something
I'm proud of, so, no.
It's not something I say
for women to fuck me.
I came up hard, Sam.
Real hard.
You ashamed?
Well, you might be too.
I was that nerdy kid.
Some cheap-ass glasses
that everybody picked on,
got his ass kicked a
couple times a week.
(scoffs)
No big brothers,
no cousins, no family.
No friends.
Nobody had my back.
Just me and my momma.
And she was 16 when
she had me, so...
You know, we just had to
look out for each other.
She did what she could.
What about your daddy?
He's a weak fuck.
He was a piece of shit.
Fucking coward.
They said they'd say
to him he was like a,
he was my momma's
high school teacher.
(thudding)
She wasn't a whore, though.
She was just confused, you know?
Got taken advantage of.
He had family across
town, so, he, know,
what about her,
basically, right?
But my momma did fine.
(phone buzzing)
- Sam: Hello?
- Hey, Sam, it's Lola.
Sam, are you okay?
You don't sound right.
No, no, it's gotta
be the connection.
Okay.
Well, Jimmy's looking for you.
When you coming back to work?
I... I'm not sure.
I had a home invasion.
Oh, my God, is everything okay?
No, it's not,
but it's goin' to be okay.
What should I tell Jimmy?
Just tell him I'm not
coming back to work today.
Tell him I got a critter
problem I'm dealing with.
- A what?
- Sam: Critter problem.
This real big motherfucker
got up in my house
and just made a mess
of everything.
Oh, my God, what is it?
Not sure.
But I aim to kill it.
Lola: God.
(chuckles)
Well, I'll let Jimmy know, but,
you really should give
him a call, though.
Okay.
Hey, Lola.
Thank you.
Lola: No problem, Sammy.
Just call me if
you need anything.
Okay.
- Lola: Bye.
- Bye.
(phone beeping)
(crashing)
No more fucking interruptions.
Gotta pee.
Sammy, I've gotta pee.
Then go on ahead.
The hell do you
think you're doing?
You said go ahead.
Are you gonna make me
pee myself, right here?
Now you got a pot to piss in.
(thudding)
Play with dirt, you get dirty.
Call your wife.
Can't do that.
(gun cocking)
Call her.
She's pregnant, no,
she's two months pregnant,
I don't wanna lose the baby.
Sam: I ain't worried
about your excuses.
That's somethin' you
just shoulda thought
about before you
started fuckin' my wife.
I want you to call her.
Put her on speaker.
So I can watch you tell
her what you did to me.
(ringing)
Hey, honey.
Hey, baby.
Jasmine: Are you
on your way home?
Yes.
Is everything okay?
No.
Jasmine: What's going on?
I ran into a little
trouble on the way home.
What did you do, Dame?
Who is it this time?
What I'm trying to
tell you, baby, is, um...
What he's trying to say...
Shut the fuck up.
Who is that?
Oh, my God, was that a man?
What are you trying to tell me?
Well, Jasmine, this is Sam.
And, uh, what your husband
is trying to say is that
right now I got a gun
pointed at his head.
Cause I came home and
caught him fuckin' my wife.
Say hello, Ashley.
Hello.
Dame, please.
Please tell me this is not true.
I fucked up 'cause
I'm fucked up.
You promised me that
this would never happen,
and I thought we were fine!
I thought everything was...
(weeping)
Fucked up, I'm just fucked up.
Do you love her?
Course not, baby,
it's not like that.
Is she the only one?
No.
But, if I make it home,
you're the only one in my heart.
I'm a changed man, baby.
Sam: Well, Jasmine.
Trust me when I say,
I understand this must be a
real hard time for ya right now.
So I'm gonna let you in on this.
I can either shoot him,
or I can send him home to you.
You decide.
Baby?
Take me off speaker.
Hi there, Jasmine.
It's just you and me now.
Uh-huh.
Really?
Okay.
Bye.
Do you even love your wife?
Of course.
She's my partner.
But do you love her?
You gonna soon find out,
love ain't got a lot
to do with marriage.
It's a contract.
Sacrifice and compromise
are much more important.
Love ain't shit anyway.
I just don't know
who's more fucked up,
you or your girlfriend, Peaches.
Damn it, Sammy, stop this.
Let him go.
You and me, we've
got the real love.
Let me kiss that pain I
bring on you away, baby.
Come on, we can fix this.
Sammy, look at me.
Look at me!
You know,
you might be right
about marriage.
But love?
It's like a cough.
Can't stifle it out.
You just gotta go
where it take ya.
Do you love your wife?
Jimmy: Sam?
Hey, Sam, it's Jimmy again.
I've left you three
messages already.
You best call me back, son,
or you ain't gonna
have a job waitin'
when you get back here.
You know?
There's two kinds of
people in this world, Sam.
Those who have jobs,
and those who had jobs.
You can take that to the bank.
(phone chiming)
Oh, looky here, Punchy.
Somebody got themselves
a text message.
Give it to me.
Oh, no.
I'll just go ahead
and respond for ya.
Go fuck yourself.
That don't matter no how.
You ain't got much
longer to live.
So, tell me.
How many men did
you fuck when you
was runnin' around
on your ex-husband?
I don't remember.
Ballpark it for me.
(phone chiming)
Hah, looks like I
made myself a friend.
You were saying, darling?
- Something about how...
- (knocking at the door)
I wonder who that could be?
Well, hello there, Jasmine.
Missed you, Sam.
Sam: That's right,
join the party.
Damien: Oh, my God.
Baby, I'm so happy you're here.
I know I'm a complete fuckup,
but thank you.
Sam, thank you.
You sure you still
wanna do this?
Yes.
I'm done being the victim.
- Damien: No.
- Ashley: No.
- Damien: No!
- Ashley: No, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
Damien: No, Sam!
Sam, you made your point now.
God damn it, Sam,
you made your point!
Taking this too far, Sam!
You made your, you made your...
(Sam groaning)
Your god damn point!
(weeping)
Baby, what are you doing?
Baby, what are you doing?
What the fuck, baby!
What are you doing?
Fuck!
- Fuck, God, fuck!
- (thudding)
(hysterical crying)
God!
(screaming)
(grunting)
Why?
(weeping)
Sam: Now, when
you leave here,
how do I know you ain't
gonna call the cops?
I don't care what
happens to him.
He's dead to me.
I was never here.
Ashley: Fuck you!
(yelling)
How's it feel?
Ashley: Fuck you!
Now that, that was just sex.
How ya'll gonna tell me
what ya'll got is just sex?
- Hmm?
- Yes.
I don't love him.
But he knows you.
He knows things about me.
I don't know why I did it.
I don't know.
(weeping)
It was just different,
it was different.
'Cause you I made love,
with him,
I don't know, it's some sort
of fantasy sex, or something.
Fantasy sex, huh?
If that's all you needed,
then why didn't you
ask me for that?
Any fucking kind of
sex you wanted
to have we could've had!
All you fucking
had to do was ask!
I ain't a whore.
Oh, you ain't no whore?
I ain't a whore.
Here you are,
sitting on a bed naked,
across from a man you
just got done fucking.
That ain't your husband.
Tell me,
what do we call you, then?
I don't know.
I don't know.
I always had a tough
time being faithful.
But when I met you,
God, I tried to fall in
love for the first time,
I mean, I wasn't even
interested in other boys.
How can you even say that?
You just got done
fucking another man,
on our God damn anniversary.
I need a cigarette.
You know there ain't
no smoking in this house.
I don't know.
Shit, maybe ya'll
fucked up right now,
but we're gonna still try to
abide by the fuckin' rules.
Cause this is my God damn house.
Okay.
- Sam: You remember that time,
- (ticking)
I pulled that Remington
on your ex-husband
down by the lake?
- (Ashley chuckles)
- Sam: Hmm?
How could I forget?
He was so scared of you.
He never hit me
again after that.
Sam: I've done
so much for you.
I even adopted your daughter to
keep that piece of
shit away from you.
All for nothin', huh?
I probably deserve to die.
For treatin' you this way.
I'll do anything
to make it right.
Anything?
Anything.
All right.
I want you to take
this revolver,
and I want you to
go shoot your fantasy lover.
In the fucking face.
That's what I want you to do.
Are you serious?
We can end this
nightmare right now.
We'll tell the police that he
tried to break in and rape ya.
We can just call
that self-defense.
What you think this is?
Florida, motherfucker?
Or how about we don't
even call the police?
We just bury him
back in the garden.
Under the roses.
You gonna do it, baby?
(kisses)
Prove to me that you
are not quittin'.
Just shoot that son of a bitch.
Hmm?
There you go, baby.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Now, Peaches,
think about your life, okay?
Don't let him ruin your life.
Aw, yeah.
Don't let him
ruin your life now.
He's drunk.
He don't know what he's saying.
My name is Ashley.
Okay, Ashley, stop.
Just think about your daughter.
Think about your daughter.
All you gotta do is
squeeze that trigger.
(whimpers)
- Fuck him.
- Sam: Come on, baby.
Fuck me,
think about your daughter.
Sam: Just give her a squeeze.
(whimpers)
Listen, listen,
Peaches, Ashley, look at me,
Ashley, look at me.
Look at me.
Sorry, Damien.
He gonna kill you anyway.
- (gun clicks)
- (screaming)
That's what I'm talking about.
Give it to me,
baby, give it to me.
Now, go on, go on, sit down.
Sit down.
We might just get back
together after all.
(laughter)
See that, Punchy?
You got no fuckin' clue
what we capable of.
You're right, I don't.
I really don't.
But you don't even
know who you are, Sam.
I had a therapist once.
Said we spend our entire
adult lives trying to
get over our childhoods.
What the fuck happened to you?
His momma did the same thing.
And I guess you must've
married your daddy.
No.
I didn't marry my daddy.
You remember how I told you my
daddy died when I
was in high school?
He died six months ago.
Why would you lie about
something like that?
Did he touch you
funny or somethin'...
No, he just let it happen.
My daddy was a hardworking man,
who just loved his job.
His boss, Mr. Beaumont,
he just wouldn't promote him.
And my school was next
to my dad's office.
And after school,
I'd go over there
and I'd wait for him,
and one day
I met Mr. Beaumont and...
He seemed real nice.
He kept talking about
how pretty I was.
And that I could be a model
or a movie star.
I'll never forget
the look on his face
when I told him
who my daddy was.
After that,
every time I came around
Mr. Beaumont and Daddy
were best friends.
(heavy sighing)
And then one night,
Daddy had to work late.
And Mr. Beaumont offered to
give me a ride home.
It was raining out
and there was...
There was lots of traffic.
So I, I dozed off.
And when I woke up,
Mr. Beaumont had his
hand up my skirt.
And he was trying to put
his finger inside of me.
And I screamed.
He said, "Relax."
That he was gonna make me feel
like a real woman.
He finally stopped
when I started crying.
I told my daddy the next day.
Told me to stop
making up stories.
But soon after that,
Mr. Beaumont promoted my
daddy to vice president.
Again a little time later,
my daddy had to work late again.
And Mr. Beaumont
was gonna give me a ride home.
And I begged.
And I pleaded.
And I insisted I'd take the bus.
But Daddy warned me
how important it was
to keep Mr. Beaumont happy.
So I got in that car.
And I stayed real quiet.
And I stayed awake.
And I made sure not
to do anything
that would give him
the wrong idea.
Didn't matter.
And shortly after that,
Mr. Beaumont took my virginity
in the back of his SUV.
God, it took so long to
get the scent of his
cheap cologne off my skin.
I can sometimes still smell it.
But Daddy was so happy.
Oh, he was so happy.
So as long as I kept
Mr. Beaumont happy.
Everything was good.
But then Mr. Beaumont,
he got me pregnant.
And he was so scared that
he was gonna get put in jail.
That his wife would find out.
He paid for the abortion.
Gave me 2000 dollars
in cash to keep quiet.
And he avoided me
like the plague.
And pretty soon,
things went back to the
way they used to be.
And Daddy became
miserable again.
I loved my dad.
And I knew what I did was wrong.
But I did it to make him happy.
Pretty soon he couldn't
stand the sight of me.
(sniffs)
That is why my daddy died.
Why didn't you
tell me this before?
I ain't never told anybody.
It was easier to pretend
it never happened.
We rotten.
All of us.
Baby, God's just punishing us.
I know you don't give
two shits about what I think,
but I reckon your wife could
use a hug right about now.
You hug her.
(metronome ticking)
I'm so broken, Sammy.
Fix me.
Well...
(sniffs)
It's clearly obvious.
We all fucked up.
Broken folk.
Can't fix broken folk.
(metal jingling)
It's time for my good Lord
to decide our fate.
It's time for me to go, Sam.
All right, Punchy.
What makes you
think you're God?
In this house,
I am God.
Sammy.
(revolver cocking)
Sammy.
You did this to yourself,
Punchy.
(metronome ticking)
(revolver firing)
Lola: Sam?
Sammy!
Damien: You did this
to yourself, Punchy.
Ash?
Ash!
(gunshots)
(footsteps)
They give you one
of them nicknames?
Damien: Flash Jackson.
People just call me Flash.
Sam: Shit,
you fly for Southern?
At Southern Airlines
we always wear a smile.
What's your wife's name?
Jasmine.
Ashley: Mr. Beaumont
took my virginity,
in the back of his SUV.
(screaming)
(guns clattering)
(gasps)