she had an accident.
[Candace] It's okay, sweetie.
It's not your frault.
Having fun?
Yeah.
What do you think of my mom?
She's pretty weird, huh?
No, I like her.
You know, I think she's funny.
Are you for real?
Excuse me.
Am I interrupting something?
Brandon, I want you to take
a picture of me and my daughter.
Lana's dad gave us that.
I don't feel like having
my picture taken now.
Come on, honey. Just one.
Come on, son.
Hey!
Well, refill time.
Bring it in
when you're ready, okay?
Okay.
Here, look.
It's not bad, huh?
- Oh! [Groans]
- What?
- No!
- Why not? You're beautiful.
Come over here.
I had a dream
about you last night.
You did?
What happened?
- [Squealing] No!
- Come on, tell me the dream.
Someone walked me home
last night.
I think it was you.
No frair!
Lana, time to go to work.
John, you're too fucked up.
Why don't you let Brandon drive?
Hey, here you go,
little buddy.
You all right?
Tom!
[Engine Sputtering]
[Brakes Squeal]
[Girl]
Nice car.
Why don't you turn down
your radio?
[Mockingly]
Yeah, totally!
- What the fuck are you looking at?
- Wall people.
- What the fuck did you say?
- I said, "Wall people."
[Shouting]
- Bite me, you fuckir fudgepacker!
- Eat me.
[John]
Fuck you!
[Shouting]
Go!
Come on, pussy!
Go faster, you cocksucker.
Go, go, go!
[Kate]
Bitches! Bitches!
Whoo!
[Siren Wailing]
It's the man!
Fuck!
- [Tom] It's the piggers.
- Oh, fuck.
[Tom] He's catching up.
What the fruck?
- Fuck.
- Don't stop, don't stop. Go faster.
Brandon.
Go faster.
- Brandon, stop!
- [Chuckling]
[Tom] They ain't got
no fruckirballs!
[Siren Wailing]
When you hit the gravel,
drop to 40.
[Brandon]
I can't see.
[John] That's okay.
Neither can he. You're flyir.
[Breathing Heavily]
[Siren Wailing]
[Deputy]
Take it out.
[Laughs]
Get off me, Dave.
I wasrt doing anything.
Going awful fast back there,
Mr. Brayman.
- Mind telling me what
you're doing in Falls City?
- Just visiting, officer, sir.
Where are you staying?
[Lana]
He's staying with me.
I can't run a check on this, son,
'cause our computers are down.
But I could run you all in right now.
You could let these guys
go, huh, man?
They ain't got anything to do with it.
I got carried away.
We don't got anything
like this in Lincoln.
Dustless highways?
Only one in Nebraska.
That's a 100 foot drop.
[Sarcastic Chuckle]
- I'm not gonna lock you up,
but you're gettir a ticket.
- Okay.
Those are residential streets
back there, so you slow down.
- Do you read me, Mr. Brayman?
- Absolutely, sir.
Let me see this I.D.
That's pretty slick. Charles Brayman.
I let you down.
I'm sorry.
Man, don't worry about it. We'll take
you down to the tunnel, chase some bats.
Yeah, it's like
the tunnel of love.
God, Candace,
would you get a grip?
- Is that your real birthday?
- No, November 10, '72.
Hey, that's next week.
Let's have a party.
[Candace] Twenty-one!
You're gonna be a man!
Shit.
Don't you never pull
that shit again.
What?
You heard me. I said
don't never pull that shit again.
You got me stopped
by the fuckir cops.
Why, but you're the one
who told me to race after 'em.
I had you in the clear
and you frucked up.
[Sighs]
John, it's over.
Don't get upset.
I'm not upset.
You almost got us killed.
[Clears Throat]
I almost got us killed?
Whoo.
Brandon.
You're the one who led us
90 miles an hour into a cloud of dust,
then shut your eyes when we were
about to go off some 400 froot ravine.
Fuck!
Get out of my goddamn car!
Get out of my motherfucking car!
Get out of my goddamn,
motherfucking, shit-eating car!
Get out ofr my goddamn,
motherfruckin; shit-eating car!
- Not you!
- Fuck you!
No, not you.
[Car Engine Revs]
- [Chuckles]
- Welcome to the psycho ward.
Come on, Kate.
He's taking us to work.
You know,
Tom set that fire hisself.
That's my car!
Doctors say he ain't got
no impulse control.
I'm the only one
who can control