He splices the audio with a distorted synth beat. They climb the BBQ shack tower under a lightning storm. Luna flips the switch.
Cal leans into the mic, rain pouring through the roof of the shack: “Good evening, Crockett. The truth has a frequency. And you’re listening to 99.9—Radio Free Crockett.” radio free crockett
Meanwhile, at the , PATRICIA CROCKETT (60s) —the “Oil Baroness”—is on the phone. She’s selling the town’s water rights to a fracking conglomerate. Her son, BEAU CROCKETT (18) , the golden-boy quarterback, listens at the door. He looks conflicted. He splices the audio with a distorted synth beat