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[whistle blowing]

[crowd roaring]

[somber instrumental music]

[insects chirping]

[rooster crowing]

[birds chirping]

[dishes clattering]

- [sighs]

[whistle blowing,

people shouting]

- Hut, hut, hut.

[whistle blowing]

[crowd cheering]

[insects humming]

[door creaking]

- Cornelius?

Oh!

Oh, my God!

Oh!

I prayed for this so hard,

and I wasn't sure

it was gonna happen.

Oh, this is a joyous day.

Let me look at you.

Where's your face?

And you smell a little bit

like a caribou.

And you're skinny.

I'm gonna give you

some food, okay?

Have you seen your brother?

He's out there.

He's out in the barn.

He's painting.

Oh, my God.

It's so good to have you home.

It is so good to have you home.

- Jesus Christ.

So where were you?

- Doesn't matter.

- Matters to me.

I mean, you just up and left.

Didn't say good-bye.

Where'd you go?

- Amos, you got to slow down,

man.

- You planning to stay?

- There.

Now, this is

a very special occasion.

It has been a great many years

since the Rawlings brothers

have sat down at this table.

So I don't want to hear

any of this, "I'm not hungry,"

"I ate before,"

"I'm too busy."

We're gonna eat this meat, okay?

And let me just say,

let me be the first to tell you

that it is a pleasure

to have you back

at this table, Corny.

- Don't call me that.

- I'm sorry.

It is a pleasure to have you

back at this table, Con.

And would it be asking too much

for you to tell us where you've

been for the past 18 years?

- Yes.

- Okay, now,

I think that is just selfish,

because we have been

worried sick about you,

and I have a sinking feeling

that you haven't

thought about us even once

since you've been gone.

Is that true?

- Keep it up, Ezra,

and he's gonna leave again,

okay?

You're gonna be stuck here

with your pots and your pans

and your aprons

and all your f***ing bullshit.

- Why-why do I even do this?

Why do I do this for you guys?

You guys-you don't respect me.

- Because you're f***ed

in the head.

You need therapy, my friend.

You're mentally ill.

- You're the one out there

in the barn

painting people

cutting their wee-wees off

and eating doo-doo.

- That just helps me

from f***ing killing myself.

- This is not-this is bes-

[door slamming]

Is he leaving?

Is he gone again?

- You are such a f***ing c*nt.

You okay?

Con?

Come back inside.

[footsteps approaching]

[knocking at door]

- Boys?

Why don't you put on clothes

and come to church

with Wilbur and I?

I know you can hear me, Amos.

- Do I ever go to church?

Ever?

I never go to church, okay?

Just let us sleep.

- Okay.

But we are gonna go

by the creek at Laughing Gap.

We're gonna have

a picnic there today, okay?

I want no complaining,

and it's a command performance.

All right?

- Okay.

- All right.

Now, good morning, gentlemen.

- Jesus Christ.

- Well, I just want to say

that I feel very lucky

to have my boys out here,

'cause I know you think picnics

are stupid,

and they're just for lovebirds.

But they're not.

A picnic is a glorious activity,

and it's for absolutely

everyone.

And it's gonna be beautiful.

- Well, the fellowship group

from the church

went on on a picnic

last weekend.

- Yes, they did, Wilbur.

You brought a bunny home

from that, didn't you?

- Mm-hmm.

Lops.

- I'm f***ing tired as sh*t.

- Well, Amos, if you're tired,

you should go to bed when I say.

I'm thinking about reinstating

the lights out rule.

Oh, look!

Oh, let's go here.

Oh, this is a glamorous spot.

I'm gonna put the blanket

right here.

Mm.

Wilbur, bring me that basket,

sweetheart.

I have got delicious things.

I brought apples,

and I baked a pie,

and we have wine.

We have wine.

Oh, that's the spirit, Amos.

Get right in there.

When you give me the finger,

Amos,

you have one finger at me

and four at yourself.

Oh, I think this is beautiful.

Look at him.

He looks like a little fish.

- Connie, come in the water.

It feels really good.

- [laughs]

Well, that's one way

of doing it.

Would you like an apple, Wilbur?

- Oh, yes.

- I want you to drink

the most of this wine,

because when you get drunk,

you're a sweetheart.

When they get drunk,

they're mean.

- Well, I-I really

don't even like to drink,

except when you-

you make me drink.

- Here comes the choo-choo.

Wilbur, why don't you

give me that basket?

- Oh.

- Boys, it's such a nice night,

I think I'm gonna grill out.

You get washed up, and I'm gonna

get the grill going, okay?

Thank you, Amos.

- You want to get

in the shower first?

- No.

- You want to take one together?

- No.

- Remember when we used

to take baths together

when we were little?

- No.

- You don't remember that?

Remember the time you cut

your hand on the soap dish

and the bathtub

filled up with blood?

Hey.

What, did it erase your mind,

the last f***ing 15 years?

No?

You happy to be home?

You miss Mom and Dad?

- Coming home

Coming home

Nevermore to roam

Open wide Thine arms

of love

Lord, I'm coming home

I've wasted

many precious years

[electronic beeping]

Hey, Con.

Connie.

Hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, Connie.

Where you going?

- For a walk.

- You're coming back.

- If I don't get arrested.

- And we shot it,

and it hit a car.

I thought the car

was gonna explode.

And this year, I had

this little firework thing

that had a little guy

on a parachute.

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