[♪ Norman Greenbaum: "Spirit in The Sky"]
[indistinct chatter on TV]
[laughter on TV]
♪ When I die and they lay me to rest ♪
♪ Gonna go to the place that's the best ♪
♪ When I lay me down to die ♪
♪ Goin' up to the spirit in the sky ♪
[indistinct chatter and laughter continue on TV]
Bail enforcement.
Jeb Tucker, come out with your hands up.
[clattering]
Nowhere to run, Jeb.
Don't make me wrestle you out of this flea trap.
-[man] Fuck off! -[clattering]
Fine. Have it your way.
♪ Goin' up to the spirit in the sky ♪
♪ Spirit in the sky ♪
♪ That's where I'm gonna go when I die ♪
♪ When I die ♪
-♪ When I die and they lay me to rest ♪ -[buzzing]
♪ I'm gonna go to the place that's the best ♪♪
[buzzing continues]
[man] What the fuck?!
Oh, goddamn it, they're stinging me!
[shouting indistinctly]
[groaning]
Get the fuck off me!
[shouting indistinctly]
The fuck?! Goddamn it!
[groans]
Now, I warned you, Jeb.
[grunts, spits]
Asshole, I ain't Jeb Tucker!
Billy Earle?
What the fuck are you doing here? Where's Jeb?
-Well, fuck. He ain't here, is he? -Bullshit.
I got a tip he was.
Yeah, dumbass. [laughs]
I know.
[gunshot]
[Billy laughs]
[groaning]
Wait. Just wait.
[gurgling]
[eerie exhalation]
[fly buzzing]
[voices groaning]
[gasps]
[groans]
[panting]
[straining]
[panting]
[eerie music playing]
Hel...!
Let me out!
[guttural grunt] You son of a bitch!
[groaning]
Motherfuckers.
[grunting]
[drywall clattering]
[sighs]
[grunting]
[groans loudly]
[shouts]
[groaning]
Oh, shit.
[groans]
[panting]
[gasps]
Oh. What the fuck?
[doorknob turns]
[Tater] Because the Earles are hardcore.
If I back out now, they'll probably slit my throat, too.
Nah, bro, I had to grab a job.
My parents make me pay rent now.
[high-pitched screaming]
[grunting]
[both grunting]
Oh, shit. Shit. Oh, shit.
-Fucking shit. Oh, shit. [whimpers] -Stop.
-Aah! What do you want? -Don't move.
What do you want?
[guttural panting]
Give me those smokes.
[guttural grunting]
You the one that cut me?
No. No, no, no, no, no.
But you work for the Earle brothers, right?
Yeah, they hired me to burn the place down. For the insurance.
[grunts]
And they stole my truck, too?
[Tater] Yeah.
[Tater sighs]
Oh. What the hell?
[Tater panting]
You were dead, bro.
I swear.
Get up. Get on your feet.
-[whimpers] -Come on. Now.
-Are you dead now? [groans] -Turn around. Let's go.
Wait, am I dead?
Are we, like, both dead, man?
Ah, shit. No, no, no. No.
Oh, God. Oh, Lord Jesus, hallowed be Thy name.
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread. Oh, wait. No, no, no.
No, no, no. Shit. Listen, I promise you I won't--
-Tell the Earles I'm coming? -Mm-hmm.
-I know. -[whimpering]
[contemplative music playing]
[crows cawing]
[banging inside trunk]
Yeah.
[eerie growl]
[♪ The Snowdroppers: "Devil Child"]
-[engine starts] -[muffled whimpering]
♪ Well, I walked through water and I walked through mud ♪
♪ And doctor says it seems to be a sickness in the blood ♪
♪ You can leave the city ♪
♪ Just don't move up to the hills ♪
♪ The hunger might not kill you, but the boredom probably will, hey ♪
[tires squeal]
[horn honking]
♪ Rain cloud, devil child, brought up in a cult ♪
♪ It's a different kind of plan, but it gets the same result ♪
♪ I don't know how ♪
♪ I don't know when ♪
-♪ But it feels like something's reachin' up behind me again ♪ -[crow cawing]
[train horn blaring]
[tires screech]
♪ Well, I walked through water and I walked through mud ♪
♪ And doctor says it seems to be a sickness in the blood...
What the fuck is happening?
♪ Just don't move up to the hills ♪
♪ The hunger might not kill you, but the boredom probably will, hey ♪
[tires squealing]
♪ Rain cloud, devil child, fevers and chills ♪
♪ They can find a cure for cancer, but the money's in the pills ♪
♪ I don't know how, I don't know when ♪
♪ But it feels like something's creepin' up behind me again ♪♪
[beeping]
[Kitty] That you, Hub?
I'll be over in a few!
Whose car is that? It about gave me a heart attack.
I'll be right over! Goddamn.
[phone ringing]
-[muffled groaning] -[Kitty] You've reached Halloran Bonds.
Leave us a message.
[beep]
[man] Congratulations on joining the Pot O' Gold corporate family.
-[banging inside trunk] -To schedule your orientation with a regional manager...
Keep quiet, or I'll cut your dick off.
-[muffled crying] -...press star.
At the Pot O' Gold we make the impossible possible.
Ah, fucking telemarketers.
Let's chase the rainbow together.
-[answering machine clicks] -[Hub sighs]
[sighs]
[grunts]
[grunts, pants]
[slow, eerie music playing]
[grunts]
Mama, I need your help.
I need to find the Earle brothers right away.
What's he doing here?
Hub, manners.
You kicked my mama out of your church.
What do you want?
Ron and I were just discussing--
Your mother and I have been making amends
and discussing her returning
to the congregation... if--
If my son would just stop detaining skips during Sunday services.
I'll think about it.
Hub, that is rude. I am so sorry, Ron.
I'll let myself out.
Kitty, come see me anytime you like,
and...
I'll be praying for both of you.
-Thank you. -Bye, now.
What has got into you?
Mama, I need to find the Earle brothers tonight.
-They stole your truck. -Why on earth...?
I thought Billy Earle was still in jail.
Mm-mm. Posted last Monday.
Yeah, but his brothers don't have that kind of money.
-Who bailed him out? -Lucky Callahan.
Lucky Callahan?
Now don't get all bent out of shape about some Masshole
who don't know dipshit from apple butter.
Lucky will just go away as soon
as you and Maryanne work things out,
like you always do.
She just wants you to show up for yourself.
So, the Earles were just hired hands.
It was Lucky.
Now, what in the world would Lucky
want with my old truck?
Well, where you off to now?
I'm gonna go see that piece of shit, show up for myself.
Well, good. It's about time.
'Cause I will not have my grandson
becoming a Red Sox fan
under the tutelage of some carpetbagger.
Do you hear me?
[intriguing music playing]
-[muffled grunting] -[banging inside trunk]
Your luck just ran out, motherfucker.
[phone rings]
[Kitty] You've reached Halloran Bonds.
Leave us a message.
[beep]
[man] Congratulations on joining the Pot O' Gold corporate family.
To schedule your orientation with a regional manager...
[phones vibrating, ringing]
[muffled speaking]
[muffled whimpering]
Oh, stop it.
It's not for you.
-Unless it is. -[groans]
[eerie music playing]
[country music playing faintly]
-[song ends] -[crowd cheering]
[Devin] Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the oldest and boldest
country music mecca this side of the Mississippi,
the one and only world-famous Boxcar!
[cheering]
Now welcome to the stage, the pride of Landry
and the Country Queen of North Georgia,
Miss Maryanne Dice!
[cheering]
[♪ "When Will I Be Loved"]
-Hey, what day is it? -[Maryanne] ♪ I've been cheated ♪
[man] Wednesday. Revue's always on Wednesday.
♪ Been mistreated ♪
♪ When will I be loved? ♪
♪ I've been put down ♪
♪ I've been pushed round ♪
♪ When will I be loved? ♪
♪ When I find a new man ♪
♪ That I want for mine ♪
♪ He always breaks my heart in two ♪
♪ It happens every time ♪
♪ I've been made blue ♪
♪ I've been lied to ♪
♪ When will I be loved? ♪
Oh!
Oh, hey, Hub. How's the hunting?
[line cook] Hey, long time no see, Hub.
♪ When will I be ♪
♪ Loved? ♪
Hey, shitbird.
[crowd cheering]
Surprised to see me?
You thought I was dead, right?
Well, I guess not.
Why don't we step outside?
[door opens]
Dad.
Hey, y-you hear Mom's new backup band?
Well, I found 'em on TikTok, but they're pretty great, right?
Yeah. They sound good. Nice work, kiddo.
[country music playing faintly]
[Maryanne] Hey, Luck.
There she is.
What a number.
You are a force, babe. Hey, look who's here.
[Maryanne] Oh.
You working tonight, Hub, or is that your party vest?
I got a warrant for your boyfriend here,
but I guess I could serve it another time.
Mm. You're so full of it.
But I do need to talk to you about something.
You boys want to get us a Coke?
Uh, yeah, yeah. Sure thing.
Hey.
I want my mama's truck back.
You're too good to be singing covers, M.
You're a damn sight too good for that empty ten-gallon hat out there.
When you gonna tell him that nobody wears cowboy hats in Georgia?
I know, but he loves it.
And it's sweet.
Sweet?
Lucky is not who
-you think he is, Maryanne. -Which one?
Uh...
He...
he paid some guys to try and slit my throat.
-Is that right? -Yeah, look.
Well, you look pretty okay to me.
I-I just don't want to see you get hurt.
He-He's dangerous, more than I even realized.
Hub...
But thank you for saying I look pretty.
Well, you look...
pretty great yourself, by the way.
Hub, honey...
...you not being pretty enough
was never the problem.
Now
I need you to sign this for me
so I can take Cade out of state.
For what?
To be my stagehand.
I got an audition in Nashville.
Oh, well, look at you.
Congratulations. Who's it with?
-[door opens] -[Cade] Dad?
Someone from a Gold Pot called for you?
-They said it was urgent. -Yeah, okay.
Thanks, kiddo. Wh-Where's Mr. Bighat?
Oh, he had to run over to the Earles' poker night,
but he says good luck with the show.
[chuckles] I thought he gave up
gambling when he gave up booze.
Just sign the form, Hub.
I'll think about it.
Hey, great work with the band, kid.
[electricity crackling]
Pastor Ron?
What the hell?
[jarring music playing]
[engine revving]
[electricity crackling]
[brakes squeak]
[engine shuts off]
[country music playing faintly]
[indistinct chatter]
Nah.
But nice try.
So, Lucky hired the Earles,
and the Earles hired you, right?
Mm-hmm.
You ever been to one of their poker nights?
Mm-hmm.
Ever hear about Lucky coming to one?
Mm-mm.
Yeah, I didn't think so.
[muffled grunting]
[gasps]
Oh, man, I'm sorry, I think I pissed myself.
What's your name, kid?
-It's Tater. -Uh-huh.
Or... well, my real name's Tommy Dean.
Thomas, I guess,
but nobody calls me that except for my Aunt June on my mama's side.
You can call me whatever you want, though.
You related to Eddie Dean?
Yeah, that's my uncle.
No shit.
Hey, is he still with that gal from Kentucky with the big hair?
Oh, nah, she's in jail.
And he went to Cincinnati.
Oh, that's too bad.
Yeah.
For which one of 'em?
Be cool, Tater.
[sighs]
[groaning softly]
Almost there.
-[urinating] -[whispers] Come on, you son of a bitch.
Hey, princess.
-Oh, shit. -Lucky's not inside, is he?
But you drove his car here as bait.
And your brothers are inside waiting to kill me.
You're supposed to be dead.
Nah. My mama raised me tougher than that.
[whispers] Fuck.
Move. Get going.
[Tiny mutters]
♪ Oh, preacher man ♪
♪ Well, he will free you from your bondage ♪
♪ And take away the monsters under your bed ♪
[muffled chatter]
♪ He's got a download from the good Lord...
[yells] What the fuck?!
Son of a bitch! Oh, God!
Oh! Oh, God.
You were dead.
I take it, then, you're the one that tried to kill me.
Yeah, and you fucked that up, didn't you, Clyde?
He ain't the one that got jumped taking a leak!
Fuck you, Bill!
I swear, he was fucking dead!
Shut up! Hands up!
[Billy] Oh, God.
-How much is Lucky paying you? -[Tiny] Uh-uh-uh!
Y'all don't say shit! He can't prove nothing!
Ain't no warrants out on us, bondsman.
So go ahead and call the cops on us.
[Billy crying] Fuck. Fuck.
You won't.
You ain't no murderer.
Self-defense, hoss.
I'll sleep just fine.
Now, we can talk about you walking out alive once Lucky gets here.
[panting] Lu-Lucky ain't coming.
Oh, yeah, he is.
Once you text him
that you're letting me go free
unless he pays cash.
Double.
[whispers] Shit.
-[♪ The Bittersweets: "Rapture"] -♪ Restless in the cold ♪
-♪ Faces frozen in the snow... -Hillbilly motherf--
What happened to your card game?
-I didn't want to miss your next number. -Aw.
Yeah, but now I might have to, babe.
Foodco's saying I-I-I underpaid the last delivery.
They want me to go to the bank first thing.
I swear to God, I'm gonna jam my foot so far up--
Hey, hey, hey. Temper.
-Count it. -[exhales]
One, two, three,
-four, five. -[mouths]
There.
And sleep on it.
No big moves while you're angry, right?
[chuckles softly]
You're my guardian angel.
[song ends]
[cheering, applause]
Oh, I'm up next.
Breathe, okay?
And order me some tots for after. I'm starving.
[Devin] Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to the stage Miss Maryanne Dice!
♪ Our faith to carry us...
I still think you're bluffing.
You ain't gonna gun us down in cold blood.
Nah, you're right.
I'll probably just leave you tied up
and light the house on fire.
I can't believe that you guys brought chips and dip to my murder.
[electricity crackling]
Someone's coming.
Whoa. It-it-it ain't Lucky.
It's a...
it's a pastor.
From a church?
No, dumbass, from a Piggly Wiggly.
Yes, from a church.
Well, praise be. Hey, what are you doing?
Get rid of him and do it quick.
Get up, get up.
Move.
Down. Don't move.
Don't fucking move.
[door opens]
-♪ Do-do-do-do-do ♪ -[Clyde] Help you with something, Pastor?
♪ A-do-do-do-do-do...
Look, we're all tithed up here this year, pops, uh,
so why don't you...? Uh, Pastor?
♪ Doodily-doodily-do-do...
Y-You know, you don't look so good.
[Clyde and Billy screaming]
♪ Ain't got a dime ♪
What the fuck?
[screaming]
♪ I need a shave and I need a shine ♪
[Billy] Get me the fuck out of here!
♪ I'm all hungover ♪
♪ Got a mouth full of cotton...
-[screams] -Clyde!
Oh, God! Oh, fucking put me down!
Put me down! No! No! [screams]
What the fuck?!
♪ I figured I'd make it someday ♪
♪ I had high hopes, but she sure shot 'em ♪
♪ I guess I've arrived ♪
♪ This must be the bottom ♪
♪ Do-do-do-do-do ♪
[Tiny screeching]
♪ A-do-do-do-do-do ♪
♪ A-do-do-do-do-do, do, do ♪
♪ Do-do-do-do-do-do...
[rattling]
What the fuck is happening, man?!
[Tiny screeching]
♪ Well, I smoke old butts...
What the fuck is going on?!
[yelling indistinctly]
You son of a bitch!
[screaming in distance]
[intense music playing]
[brakes squeaking]
-[brakes hiss] -[door opens]
[door closes]
-[phone ringing] -[exhales slowly]
[groans softly]
[Kitty] You've reached Halloran Bonds. Leave us a message.
-[beep] -[fanfare playing]
[man] Congratulations on joining the Pot O' Gold corporate family.
To schedule your orientation with a regional manager
and confirm the details of your new employment,
-press star. -[opens bottle]
At the Pot O' Gold, we make
-the impossible possible. -[Kitty] We're in here, boy.
Let's chase the rainbow together.
Oh, company?
[phone ringing]
[Kitty] She's from Pot O' Gold.
[Hub] Are you shitting me?
[Kitty] You've reached Halloran Bonds.
-Leave us a message. -Mr. Halloran.
You are a hard man to get in touch with.
Have a seat.
[man] Congratulations on joining the Pot O' Gold corporate family.
-To schedule your-- -[shuts off]
I'm here about your orientation.
Yeah.
I'm not interested.
She knows things, Hub.
About how you--
Died.
And went to Hell.
[mysterious music playing]
Well, you're only standing here now because we brought you back.
At least
temporarily.
Think of this
like a work release.
And I'm your parole officer.
[Kitty] Which I told her is just plain silly.
And blasphemous.
And I just won't have that kind of talk on my property.
Do you think it's silly, Mr. Halloran?
I'm not the churchgoing type.
But your friend tonight was, though,
wasn't he?
Look what good that did him. [chuckles softly]
Anyway, we don't exactly discriminate.
The last gal doing your job wasn't even Christian.
What job, lady?
Oh, you're still a bounty hunter, Mr. Halloran.
But now you hunt demons.
For the Devil.
♪ ♪
[Kitty] Hub.
Did you or did you not see a demon?
Yeah, I think maybe I did.
[dramatic music playing]
[Midge] Imagine Hell is a prison,
and sometimes inmates bust out.
[Hub] So my job is
to hunt demons and send them back.
What do you mean, send 'em back?
♪ ♪
-Fuck me. -Kill 'em.
-[gulps] -You'll see.
But if you fail to process
any demons assigned to you,
-you will be terminated. -[growls]
Immediately.
So make the most of it.
It's the employees that can find the silver lining
that have the best experience.
-[growling] -[muffled screaming]
Anyway, I plan to be busy.
[intense, dramatic music playing]
[Hub] Something I got to tell you.
And it's definitely gonna sound crazy.
-You have cancer, don't you? -What? No.
♪ ♪
Run!
[Lucky] Hub is a demon-summoning psycho from Hell.
Lord, you need a holy warrior,
like me.
♪ ♪
[Kitty] Hub is nobody's idea of perfect.
Anybody can see he has flaws.
-But Hell? -Exactly.
Thank you.
[Midge] You were condemned to Hell for what you did.
So you're worried my ex-husband might not be
the right guy to prevent Armageddon.
[screams]
-[Hub] If we fail, it's the End Times. -[demonic growling]
Well, shit.
♪ ♪
[quiet, dramatic music playing]
♪ ♪
[♪ 诺曼·格林鲍姆：“天空中的精神”]
[电视里传来模糊的谈话声]
[电视里传来笑声]
♪ 当我死去，他们让我安息 ♪
♪ 要去最好的地方 ♪
♪ 当我躺下等待死亡 ♪
♪ 飞向天空中的精灵 ♪
[电视里继续传来模糊的谈话声和笑声]
保释执行。
杰布·塔克，举起你的手出来。
[咔哒声]
无处可逃，杰布。
别让我把你从这个跳蚤陷阱里救出来。
-[男人] 滚开！-[咔哒咔哒]
好吧。随你便吧。
♪ 飞向天空中的精灵 ♪
♪ 天空中的精灵 ♪
♪ 这就是我死后要去的地方 ♪
♪ 当我死去 ♪
-♪ 当我死去，他们让我安息 ♪ -[嗡嗡声]
♪ 我要去最好的地方 ♪♪
[嗡嗡声持续]
[男人] 这他妈什么情况？！
噢，该死的，它们在蜇我！
[含糊地喊叫]
[呻吟]
滚开！
[含糊地喊叫]
操？！该死！
[呻吟]
现在，我警告过你，杰布。
[咕哝声、吐口水]
混蛋，我不是杰布·塔克！
比利厄尔？
你他妈的在这里干什么？杰布在哪儿？
-好吧，他妈的。他不在这里，是吗？-胡说。
我得到消息说他是。
是啊，傻瓜。（笑）
我知道。
[枪声]
[比利大笑]
[呻吟]
等一下。等一下。
[淙淙]
[诡异的呼气声]
[苍蝇嗡嗡]
[呻吟声]
[喘气]
[呻吟]
[气喘吁吁]
[紧张]
[气喘吁吁]
[诡异的音乐响起]
所有的...！
放我出去！
[喉音咕哝] 你这个狗娘养的！
[呻吟]
混蛋。
[咕哝声]
[墙板碰撞声]
[叹气]
[咕哝声]
[大声呻吟]
[喊叫]
[呻吟]
妈的。
[呻吟]
[气喘吁吁]
[喘气]
哦。这他妈的是怎么回事？
[门把手转动]
[Tater] 因为 Earles 家族很硬核。
如果我现在退缩，他们很可能也会割断我的喉咙。
不，兄弟，我得找份工作。
我父母现在让我付房租。
[尖叫声]
[咕哝声]
[两人都咕哝着]
噢，该死。该死。噢，该死。
-该死的。哦，该死。[呜咽] -停下来。
-啊！你想干什么？-别动。
你想要什么？
[喉音喘息]
把那些烟给我。
[喉音咕哝声]
是你砍了我吗？
不，不，不，不，不，不。
但你为厄尔兄弟工作，对吗？
是的，他们雇我烧毁了这个地方。为了保险。
[咕哝声]
他们还偷了我的卡车？
[Tater] 是的。
[Tater 叹气]
哦。怎么回事？
[塔特喘气]
你已经死了，兄弟。
我发誓。
站起来。站稳脚跟。
-[呜咽] -来吧。现在。
-你现在死了吗？[呻吟] -转过身。我们走吧。
等一下，我死了吗？
难道我们都死了吗，老兄？
啊，该死。不，不，不。不。
噢，上帝。噢，主耶稣，愿人都尊你的名为圣。
愿你的国降临，愿你的旨意行在地上，如同行在天上。
我们日用的饮食，今日赐给我们。哦，等等。不，不，不。
不，不，不。妈的。听着，我向你保证我不会——
— 告诉厄尔一家我来了？— 嗯哼。
-我知道。-[呜咽]
[沉思的音乐响起]
[乌鸦叫声]
[后备箱内传来撞击声]
是的。
[诡异的咆哮声]
[♪ 雪滴花组合：“恶魔之子”]
-[发动机启动] -[低沉的呜咽声]
♪ 好吧，我走过水，走过泥泞 ♪
♪ 医生说这似乎是血液病 ♪
♪ 你可以离开这座城市 ♪
♪ 别往山上走 ♪
♪ 饥饿可能不会杀死你，但无聊可能会，嘿 ♪
[轮胎尖叫声]
[喇叭声]
♪ 雨云，恶魔之子，在邪教中长大 ♪
♪ 这是不同的计划，但结果却是一样的 ♪
♪ 我不知道该怎么做 ♪
♪ 我不知道什么时候 ♪
-♪ 但感觉好像有什么东西又从我身后伸过来了 ♪ -[乌鸦叫声]
[火车鸣笛]
[轮胎尖叫声]
♪ 好吧，我走过水，走过泥泞 ♪
♪ 医生说这似乎是一种血液病……
到底发生什么事了？
♪ 别往山上走 ♪
♪ 饥饿可能不会杀死你，但无聊可能会，嘿 ♪
[轮胎尖叫声]
♪ 雨云、恶魔之子、发烧和发冷 ♪
♪ 他们能找到治疗癌症的方法，但钱都花在药丸上 ♪
♪ 我不知道如何，也不知道何时 ♪
♪ 但感觉好像有什么东西又悄悄地从我身后爬过来 ♪♪
[哔哔声]
[Kitty] 是你吗，Hub？
我一会儿就过来！
那是谁的车？它差点让我心脏病发作。
我马上就来！该死的。
[电话铃响]
-[低沉的呻吟声] -[凯蒂] 你已经到达 Halloran Bonds。
给我们留言。
[嘟]
[man] 祝贺您加入 Pot O' Gold 企业大家庭。
-[敲打后备箱内] -与区域经理安排您的入职培训……
保持安静，否则我就切掉你的鸡巴。
-[低沉的哭泣] -...新闻之星。
在 Pot O' Gold，我们让不可能成为可能。
啊，该死的电话推销员。
我们一起去追逐彩虹吧。
-[答录机咔嗒声] -[Hub 叹气]
[叹气]
[咕哝声]
[咕哝声，喘息声]
[缓慢、诡异的音乐响起]
[咕哝声]
妈妈，我需要你的帮助。
我需要马上找到厄尔兄弟。
他在这儿干什么？
枢纽，礼貌。
你把我妈妈赶出了你的教堂。
你想要什么？
罗恩和我刚才正在讨论——
你妈妈和我一直在弥补
并讨论她的回归
对会众来说...如果——
如果我的儿子能在周日礼拜期间不再拘留逃犯就好了。
我会考虑的。
哈勃，你太粗鲁了。罗恩，我很抱歉。
我会让自己出去。
凯蒂，你想什么时候来见我都可以，
和...
我会为你们俩祈祷。
—谢谢。—再见，现在。
你怎么了？
妈妈，我今晚要去找厄尔兄弟。
-他们偷了你的卡车。-到底为什么……？
我以为比利·厄尔仍在监狱里。
嗯嗯。上周一发的。
是的，但是他的兄弟没有那么多钱。
—谁保释了他？—幸运的卡拉汉。
幸运卡拉汉？
现在不要因为一些 Masshole 而生气
他们不知道苹果酱和白痴的区别。
幸运很快就会消失
当你和玛丽安解决问题时，
就像你一直做的那样。
她只是希望你能展现自我。
所以，厄尔一家只是受雇的人。
很幸运。
那么 Lucky 到底会怎样
想要我的旧卡车吗？
那么你现在要去哪儿？
我要去看看那堆垃圾，亲自看看。
嗯，很好。是时候了。
因为我不会有孙子
成为红袜队球迷
在某些投机政客的监护下。
你听见我说话了吗？
[有趣的音乐播放]
-[低沉的咕噜声] -[树干内部的撞击声]
你的运气已经用完了，混蛋。
[电话铃响]
[Kitty] 您已联系到 Halloran Bonds。
给我们留言。
[嘟]
[man] 祝贺您加入 Pot O' Gold 企业大家庭。
与区域经理安排您的入职培训...
[手机振动，铃声]
[含糊不清的声音]
[低沉的呜咽]
噢，别再说了。
这不适合你。
—除非是。—[呻吟]
[诡异的音乐响起]
[隐隐约约播放着乡村音乐]
-[歌曲结束] -[人群欢呼]
[Devin] 女士们，先生们，欢迎来到最古老、最大胆的
密西西比河这边的乡村音乐圣地，
独一无二的世界闻名的 Boxcar！
[欢呼声]
现在欢迎大家来到这个舞台，兰德里的骄傲
北乔治亚州的乡村女王，
玛丽安·戴斯小姐！
[欢呼声]
[♪“何时才能被爱”]
-嘿，今天星期几？ -[Maryanne] ♪ 我被骗了 ♪
[男人] 星期三。 Revue 总是在星期三。
♪ 受到虐待 ♪
♪ 我何时才能被爱？♪
♪ 我被放下了 ♪
♪ 我被推来推去 ♪
♪ 我何时才能被爱？♪
♪ 当我找到新男人 ♪
♪ 我想要的 ♪
♪ 他总是让我心碎 ♪
♪ 每次都是这样 ♪
♪ 我已变成蓝色 ♪
♪ 我被骗了 ♪
♪ 我何时才能被爱？♪
哦！
哦，嘿，Hub。狩猎怎么样？
[线厨师] 嘿，好久不见了，Hub。
♪ 我什么时候才能 ♪
♪ 被爱了吗？♪
嘿，混蛋。
[人群欢呼]
看到我很惊讶吗？
你以为我死了，是吗？
嗯，我想不是。
我们为何不出去一下呢？
[门开了]
爸爸。
嘿，你听过妈妈的新伴奏乐队吗？
嗯，我在 TikTok 上找到了它们，但它们很棒，对吧？
是的。听起来不错。干得好，小伙子。
[隐隐约约播放着乡村音乐]
[玛丽安] 嘿，勒克。
她就在那儿。
这可是个多大的数字啊。
你很有力量，宝贝。嘿，看看是谁来了。
[玛丽安]哦。
你今晚要工作吗，Hub，或者那是你的派对背心？
我拿到了逮捕你男朋友的逮捕令
但我想我可以在另一个时间提供它。
嗯。你太自以为是了。
但我确实需要和你谈一些事情。
你们想给我们拿杯可乐吗？
嗯，是的。当然可以。
嘿。
我想要回我妈妈的卡车。
你太优秀了，不适合翻唱，M。
你真是太好了，不值得戴上那顶空帽子。
你什么时候告诉他在佐治亚州没人戴牛仔帽？
我知道，但他很喜欢它。
而且很甜。
甜的？
幸运不是谁
—你认为他是吗，玛丽安。—哪一个？
呃…
他...
他雇了一些家伙试图割断我的喉咙。
—是吗？—是的，你看。
嗯，在我看来你还不错。
我只是不想看到你受伤。
他，他很危险，比我意识到的还要危险。
中心...
但谢谢你说我很漂亮。
嗯，你看起来……
顺便说一句，你自己也很棒。
哈勃，亲爱的……
...你不够漂亮
从来都不是问题。
现在
我需要你帮我签这个
这样我就可以带凯德出州了。
为了什么？
做我的舞台助手。
我在纳什维尔参加了一次试镜。
噢，好吧，看看你。
恭喜你。和谁一起？
-[门打开] -[凯德] 爸爸？
金罐那边有人找你吗？
—他们说情况紧急。—是的，好的。
谢谢，孩子。比格特先生在哪儿？
哦，他必须赶去参加厄尔斯家的扑克之夜，
但他说祝演出好运。
[笑] 我以为他放弃了
当他戒酒后，他又开始赌博。
只需在表格上签字即可，Hub。
我会考虑的。
嘿，孩子，乐队合作得很好。
[电流噼啪声]
罗恩牧师？
我勒个去？
[刺耳的音乐响起]
[引擎轰鸣]
[电流噼啪声]
[刹车吱吱声]
[引擎关闭]
[隐隐约约播放着乡村音乐]
[模糊的谈话声]
现在。
但这是不错的尝试。
所以 Lucky 雇佣了 Earles 一家，
厄尔斯家族雇佣了你，对吗？
嗯哼。
您曾经参加过他们的扑克之夜吗？
嗯哼。
听说过 Lucky 来参加这个活动吗？
嗯嗯。
是的，我不这么认为。
[低沉的咕哝声]
[喘气]
噢，天哪，对不起，我觉得我尿裤子了。
孩子，你叫什么名字？
—是土豆。—嗯嗯。
或者...嗯，我的真名是汤米·迪恩 (Tommy Dean)。
托马斯，我想，
但除了我妈妈那边的 June 姨妈以外，没人这么叫我。
不过，你想怎么叫我都可以。
你和 Eddie Dean 有关系吗？
是啊，那是我叔叔。
没错。
嘿，他还和那个来自肯塔基州的大头发女孩在一起吗？
哦，不，她在监狱里。
然后他去了辛辛那提。
噢，太糟糕了。
是的。
对于他们中的哪一个？
冷静点，Tater。
[叹气]
[轻轻呻吟]
快到了。
-[小便] -[低语] 来吧，你这个狗娘养的。
嘿，公主。
—哦，该死。—幸运不在里面，是吗？
但你开着他的车来这里作为诱饵。
你的兄弟们就在里面等着杀我。
你应该已经死了。
不，我妈妈把我养育得比这更坚强。
[低语] 操。
动起来。出发。
[小小喃喃自语]
♪ 噢，传教士 ♪
♪ 他会把你从束缚中解放出来 ♪
♪ 把你床下的怪物带走 ♪
[低沉的谈话声]
♪ 他从上帝那里下载了一些东西……
[大喊] 什么鬼？！
混蛋！天啊！
噢！噢，天啊。
你已经死了。
那么我想你就是那个试图杀死我的人。
是啊，你把事情搞砸了，不是吗，克莱德？
他不是那个在小便时被吓到的！
去你妈的，比尔！
我发誓，他已经死了！
闭嘴！举起手来！
[比利] 噢，天啊。
-Lucky 付给你多少钱？ -[Tiny] 嗯嗯嗯！
你们都别说废话！他什么也证明不了！
我们没有被发出逮捕令，保释员。
所以请你继续报警吧。
[比利哭泣] 操。操。
你不会的。
你不是凶手。
自卫吧，老兄。
我会睡得很好。
现在，我们可以谈谈 Lucky 到达这里后你如何活着离开。
[喘气] Lu-Lucky 不会来了。
噢，是的。
一旦你给他发短信
你让我自由了
除非他支付现金。
双倍的。
[低语] 该死。
-[♪ 苦乐参半：“狂喜”] -♪ 在寒冷中不安 ♪
-♪ 雪地里冻僵的脸... -乡巴佬妈妈--
你的纸牌游戏怎么样了？
-我不想错过你的下一个节目。-噢。
是啊，但是现在我可能不得不这么做，宝贝。
Foodco 称 III 少付了上次送货的费用。
他们希望我先去银行。
我向上帝发誓，我要把我的脚塞到最高处——
嘿嘿嘿，脾气啊。
—数一数。—[呼气]
一二三，
—四，五。—[嘴巴]
那里。
然后睡一觉。
生气的时候别做出什么大动作吧？
[轻声笑道]
你是我的守护天使。
[歌曲结束]
[欢呼，掌声]
噢，下一个是我。
呼吸，好吗？
再给我点一些薯条。我饿死了。
[Devin] 女士们、先生们，欢迎 Maryanne Dice 小姐重返舞台！
♪ 我们的信念引领我们……
我依然认为你在虚张声势。
你不会冷血地枪杀我们。
不，你是对的。
我可能就让你继续忙活
并点燃了房子。
我不敢相信你们竟然带着薯条和酱来谋杀我。
[电流噼啪声]
有人来了。
哇哦。这可不是幸运儿。
这是一个...
这是一位牧师。
从教堂来的？
不，傻瓜，是来自 Piggly Wiggly。
是的，从教堂来的。
好吧，表扬一下。嘿，你在做什么？
赶紧除掉他。
快起来，快起来。
移动。
趴下，别动。
别他妈动。
[门开了]
-♪ 嘟-嘟-嘟-嘟 ♪ -[克莱德] 能帮你什么忙吗，牧师？
♪ 喔喔喔喔喔……
瞧，今年我们都在这里缴纳了什一税，爸爸，呃，
那你为什么不...？呃，牧师？
♪ 嘟嘟嘟嘟嘟嘟……
你——你知道吗，你看上去不太好。
[克莱德和比利尖叫]
♪ 身无分文 ♪
这他妈的是什么？
[尖叫]
♪ 我需要刮胡子，我需要擦亮头发 ♪
[比利] 快让我离开这里！
♪ 我宿醉了 ♪
♪ 嘴里塞满了棉花……
-[尖叫] -克莱德！
哦，天啊！哦，他妈的放我下来！
放我下来！不！不！[尖叫]
什么鬼？！
♪ 我想有一天我会做到 ♪
♪ 我曾寄予厚望，但她却让我失望了 ♪
♪我想我已经到了♪
♪ 这肯定是底部 ♪
♪ 咚-咚-咚-咚 ♪
[微小的尖叫声]
♪ 喔喔喔喔 ♪
♪ 喔喔喔喔，喔，喔 ♪
♪ 嘟嘟嘟嘟嘟嘟……
[嘎嘎声]
到底发生什么事了，伙计？！
[微小的尖叫声]
♪ 好吧，我抽的是旧烟头……
他妈的发生什麼事了？！
[含糊地叫喊]
你这个王八蛋！
[远处尖叫声]
[激烈的音乐播放]
[刹车吱吱声]
-[刹车嘶嘶声] -[门打开了]
[门关上]
-[电话铃响] -[慢慢呼气]
[轻轻呻吟]
[Kitty] 您已联系到 Halloran Bonds。请给我们留言。
-[嘟嘟] -[奏响号角]
[man] 祝贺您加入 Pot O' Gold 企业大家庭。
安排与区域经理的面谈
并确认你的新工作的详细信息，
— 按星号。—[打开瓶子]
在 Pot O' Gold，我们制作
-将不可能变为可能。 -[凯蒂] 我们在这里，孩子。
我们一起去追逐彩虹吧。
哦，公司？
[电话铃响]
[Kitty] 她来自 Pot O' Gold。
[中心] 你是在骗我吗？
[Kitty] 您已联系到 Halloran Bonds。
—给我们留言。—哈洛伦先生。
你是一个很难联络的人。
请坐。
[man] 祝贺您加入 Pot O' Gold 企业大家庭。
— 安排你的 — — [关机]
我来这里是为了了解你的情况。
是的。
我对此不感兴趣。
她知道一些事情，Hub。
关于你如何——
殺了。
然后去了地狱。
[神秘音乐响起]
好吧，你现在站在这里只是因为我们把你带回来了。
至少
暂时地。
想想这个
就像工作释放一样。
我是你的假释官。
[Kitty] 我告诉她这简直太愚蠢了。
并且亵渎神明。
我不会在我的领地上谈论这种事。
您认为这很傻吗，哈洛伦先生？
我不是那种喜欢去教堂的人。
但你今晚的朋友
不是吗？
看看这对他有什么好处。[轻轻笑]
无论如何，我们并没有真正歧视。
上一个做你工作的女士甚至不是基督徒。
女士，什么工作？
哦，您仍然是一名赏金猎人，哈洛伦先生。
但现在你要猎捕恶魔。
为了魔鬼。
♪ ♪
[凯蒂] 中心。
你到底有没有看到恶魔？
是的，我想也许我做到了。
[激昂的音乐响起]
[Midge] 想象一下地狱是一座监狱，
有时囚犯也会越狱。
[Hub] 所以我的工作是
猎捕恶魔并将其送回去。
你什么意思，把他们送回去？
♪ ♪
—操我。—杀了他们。
-[吞咽] -你会看到的。
但如果你未能处理
任何分配给你的恶魔，
—你将被处决。—[咆哮]
立即地。
所以要充分利用它。
员工才能找到一线希望
拥有最佳体验。
-[咆哮] -[低沉的尖叫]
无论如何，我打算忙碌起来。
[激烈、戏剧性的音乐播放]
[中心] 我得告诉你一些事。
这听起来肯定很疯狂。
-你得了癌症，对吧？ -什么？不。
♪ ♪
跑步！
[幸运] 哈勃 (Hub) 是来自地狱的召唤恶魔的精神病患者。
主啊，你需要一位圣战士，
像我这样的。
♪ ♪
[Kitty] 没有人认为 Hub 是完美的。
任何人都能看出他有缺点。
—但是地狱呢？—确实如此。
谢谢。
[米奇] 你因你的所作所为而被判入地狱。
所以你担心我的前夫可能不会
阻止世界末日的合适人选。
[尖叫]
-[中心] 如果我们失败了，那就是末日了。-[恶魔咆哮]
好吧，该死。
♪ ♪
[安静、激昂的音乐响起]
♪ ♪