A History of Violence

So, we keep headin' east?

Yeah, that's the idea.

Stay out of the big cities?

Uh-huh.

I think I'm tired.

Yeah. Me, too.

Here.

Bring it on up to the office.

I'm going to go check us out.

All right.

# With the rushin' that way #

# I had a feeling it was my day #

# For one of those nights #

# When you lose your cool, and you're feelin' sorry #

# You're ridin' on sin to the page of a story #

# Of another great night in the life of a fool #

# Ow! #

What took you so long?

Nothing.

I had a little trouble with the maid...

but everything's fine now.

Damn.

8:00.

It's already this hot.

Yep.

How are we fixed for water?

Probably not enough.

Yeah.

There's a cooler in the back in the office.

Hey.

Shh.

Aah! Aah! Aah!

Sarah, honey, what's wrong?

Huh?

What is it, sweetie? Hmm?

- Daddy. - Yeah?

- Daddy. - Daddy's here.

- Daddy's here. - There were monsters.

No, sweetie. There's no such thing as monsters.

You were just having a bad dream.

What's wrong, Dad?

Hi, kiddo. Sarah's just having a bad dream.

Oh.

I saw monsters, Jack.

Monsters?

What kind?

I don't know. They came out of my closet...

and then they were in the shadows.

Mmm, shadow monsters.

Well, they look pretty scary...

but they really can't do anything...

especially when the lights are on.

They're scared of the light.

What happened, baby?

- You OK? - I'm OK.

Sarah had a bad dream about monsters.

- Oh. - And I was telling her...

that there's no such thing as monsters.

Oh.

I'm going to turn on my night light just in case.

That sounds like a brilliant solution.

Mmm.

- Hey, Jack? - Hey, Mom?

Morning.

Morning, baby.

Hey, hon, the pick up still won't start.

You mind dropping me off on the way in?

Sure.

- Did you feed Burrow? - Yeah, I fed him.

All right. Good.

The night light worked, didn't it?

I got it, Dad.

What do you got going today, Jack?

Uh, nothing much. A math test in a few days...

and I think we're playing baseball in gym class today...

so I can look forward to sucking hard in right field.

Well, just remember...

don't let the hitter get the ball over your head...

Unless it's out of the park.

Well, yeah.

Bye.

I get off early today. All I have...

is the Watsons-Willard Day bride's tractor sale.

You want me to pick you up?

Yeah.

Then we can go to the drive-in and make out tonight.

There hasn't been a drive-in here...

since the early seventies, but...

I love you.

I love you.

- Have a good one. - You, too.

- Morning. - Derek.

- Hey, Tom. - Morning, Joseph.

That's wild.

- Hey, Tom. - Morning, Pat.

- Hey, Mick. - Tom.

Charles is going to be a little late this morning.

- Is he drunk again? - Yeah, I guess.

Hey, who's the craziest woman you ever dated?

Me?

Yeah. Mick and me, we were talking...

about some of the girls we went with.

- Uh-huh. - He once dated a girl...

who used to attack him in the middle of the night.

- She what? - Yeah.

She used to have these crazy goddamn dreams...

where instead of her boyfriend...

I was some kind of demented killer.

I woke up one night, she stuck a goddamn fork in my shoulder.

- You're kidding me. - No. I'm spurting blood.

She's sitting there crying...

going, "Baby, I love you, I love you."

So, what happened? You broke up with her, right?

No, I married her.

Hey, it lasted six years.

Nobody's perfect, Tom.

I guess not.

Strike this guy out. We got 'em. Let's go.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Two out.

One winning run coming right up, boys.

- Go, Bobby! - Whoo!

It's all right, Billy.

Look alive, look alive.

Yeah!

Ball.

Yeah, that's it.

He's got nothing. He's got nothing.

Let's go, let's go. One more. Come on, now.

Come on, Bobby.

Yeah. He's yours, he's yours.

- Oh! - Whoo!

- Whoo! - Easy, Jack. Come on, Jack.

Don't drop it, Jack!

- That's yours. Come on. - Jinx, Jackie boy!

- Oh! - Oh!

Game over! Yellows win. Let's go, guys.

Taylor, Dietrich, you're on equipment. Let's go.

Guys, come on. Let's go.

- Good try, Bobby. - You was robbed, Bobby.

Everyone hit the showers.

- Awesome. - Nice.

Good job.

Guess you think you're hot shit, huh, Stall?

What? No, I don't.

Little hero here, huh?

Little superstar here.

Little hero saves the day at the last minute, right?

Bobby, it's just a game, OK?

It's just stupid gym class.

Who you calling stupid?

Ahem. No, I said gym class was stupid.

"No, I said gym class was..." Listen to this little faggot.

Yeah. You're right.

I'm both little and a faggot.

You got me dead to rights.

Come on, chickenshit, let's do this.

What would be the point?

I mean, you win. You win, you win.

You've established your alpha male standing.

You've established my unworthiness.

But doing violence to me just seems... ahem...

pointless and cruel, don't you think?

Let's do this, you punk bitch.

Shouldn't that be little punk ass chickenshit faggot bitch?

Chickenshit faggot bitch.

Uh-oh.

God!

Bobby is a chickenshit.

Hey, good looking.

Where are we going?

Well, Jack's studying over at Judy Danvers'...

and Martha's taking care of Sarah.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

So, where are we going?

We never got to be teenagers together.

Uh-huh.

I'm going to fix that.

What's going on in there?

Keep your shirt on. I'm coming.

Holy cow.

What?

Do you need some help with that, big boy?

Uh... maybe.

Oh, my God.

What have you done with my wife?

Ready? OK!

Go, Wildcats!

No wives in here, mister.

Mmm.

- Wow. - Shh.

Quiet. My parents are in the next room.

Mmm.

You're naughty.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

You are such a bad boy.

Mm-hmm.

Rah, rah, sis, boom, bah.

Oh.