The Motel Life

Synopsis: Two brothers who are forced to leave Reno after being involved in a hit-and-run accident. Based on the novel by Willy Vlautin, this moody thriller is a searing and profound examination of brotherhood set in the timeless Sierra Nevadan frontier.
Director(s): Alan Polsky, Gabe Polsky
Production: Polsky Films
  3 wins & 2 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
85 min


Can you tell me a story, Frank?

Tell me something good.

Make me the hero, or...

maybe I can get the girl.

I got one.

A long time ago...

you and me were fighter

pilots in the war.

"The Flannigan brothers."

We were famous.

One morning, we were heading over

to Germany when we got ambushed.

You and me versus

20 German fighters.

It was a mess. A real dogfight.

It was touch and go

but we were winning,

until a Nazi came out of the fog,

and started firing away at you.

Luckily, I came down and

blew the son of a b*tch up.

"Thanks Tiger-Five"

you said over the radio.

Problem was your plane was hit

and your controls were stuck.

You were heading towards Iceland.

There was nothing you could do.

You disappeared into the clouds.





Where are your clothes?

- Something happened.

- What?

I don't even wanna tell you, Frank.

I don't understand why

this is happening...

What happened?

- Jesus Christ.

- What the f***?

We gotta go.

I can't drive.

I fell deep this time.

Didn't I, Frank?

I don't know.

I don't know what happened.

Polly Flynn got mad at me.

She was yelling at me really hard.

So I went to go get dressed.

She starts pointing a gun at me.

She starts waving it around, pointing

it at me, so I grabbed it from her.

Then she takes my pants.

She goes outside...

and she lights 'em on fire

with lighter fluid.

She's crazy, Frank.

She's f***ing nuts.

I got in the car.

I was driving home.

Just driving down Fifth

Street, like always.

And then...

a kid... a kid comes out of nowhere,

on a bike in the middle of the road.

And I hit him.

So, I can't leave the kid

there, the poor kid.

I gotta put him in the back seat and

take him to the hospital, right?

Then when I went to pick him up...

he was dead, Frank.

I mean...

It was the most horrible

thing I ever f***ing seen.

I drove a block from Saint Mary's

I dropped him in the frozen grass

in front of the office building...

And then I came to see you, Frank.

I don't think we should

go back to Reno.


There's an old wooden box in

my closet, behind my sweaters.

Inside the box is 500

dollars and my will.

The will gives you instructions

on what to do with my body,

how and where to pay the rent, title

to the car, that sort of thing.

Also, there's your dad's fancy gun.

Don't let anybody fool you.

That gun's worth money.

Now, if I can hang on...

you'll soon both be old

enough to live on your own.


if I do die...

they may try to split you up.

Jerry Lee!

No matter what...

I want you two to stay together.


I really am, Frank.

Let's go eat something.

I don't feel like

being around anyone.

I'm gonna get you some...

some soup or something.


One day you were feeling like sh*t,

so you stole Dad's credit card and

drove to the Cotton Tail Ranch.

You met this girl there, Candy.

And in the course of a week you

spend 4,000 dollars on her.

She was good. You made that

clear, she was damn good.

You read her one of your stories

while she sat on her knees.

When you were done, she told you

the hummer was on the house

'cause your story was that good.

You were on a roll so you got a room and

became a shut-in. A man on a mission.

You didn't sleep for two days,

and wrote four stories.

Th last one, your masterpiece, starred

Candy as a lonely Asian stripper.

It was called "Hey Candy,

it's me Romeo".

You decided to get some rest and see the

last frontiers, so you drove to Alaska.

But it's colder than

sh*t in Alaska,

and you started to feel guilty

about Dad and his credit card.

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