Beneath the Harvest Sky Page #2

call me then, you know?

I know, but I...

I will call you.

Good.

Why are you crying?

'Cause, 'cause, 'cause you

want a gold, gold, fish?

I got to go get... Michael!

Where's Mom?

Hey, where's Mom?

She went for a nap.

A nap!

That's where she is, huh?

You eat lunch yet?

Hey, go upstairs, you guys.

Yeah, you.

Upstairs.

Gerard, take them

upstairs there.

I don't

want to go to take a nap!

I know.

It's OK.

I want Mama!

You ever been shot with

a potato cannon, Dayton?

No.

No?

I bet it would hurt?

Don't you?

Probably would, yeah.

Yeah.

You want to see?

OK.

How about this?

I sit here for 30 seconds.

If you can get

that thing loaded,

I'll let you shoot me with it.

What are you doing here, you?

I live here, Kim.

I told you not to bring

that thing in the house.

Oh, I could say the

same thing to you.

OK, mister big shot.

You want to start paying rent,

you can start having a say.

Uh, I'm... I'm still...

I'm still 17, Kim.

Don't you get enough

money from me being here?

I'm sorry, baby.

It's all right.

I put on the moose video.

Penelope started crying.

Oh, did she?

Oh, yeah.

Dad says, f*** you!

Yeah, well, f*** him too.

I'm going to be late.

Well, it's going to take

me that long if I'm lucky.

The car's making that

weird noise again.

Are you going to

be here for supper?

No, I'm going to the

Tasty Food with Casper, so.

Oh.

What?

Well, it'll have to do.

Come on!

Car.

Well, I don't hear it.

OK.

Come on.

Are we spraying them for

bugs to protect the flowers?

It's called Sugar Mover.

It's like a fertilizer.

But it doesn't

protect the flowers.

It kills the flowers.

But why?

We need to protect the potato.

We don't want the flower to

suck up all the nutrients.

We need it to go to the tuber.

That way it has a stronger,

better, healthier life.

If we don't, the

potatoes won't survive.

It's not easy.

Farmer to make a

living, it's not easy.

You'll get sick and tired

of looking at these,

I guarantee it.

But you harvest them

right and put them

in the proper

environment, and they'll

last you a good long time.

All right, let's go, uh,

pull them out of the ground.

You know how I feel

about you, Dom.

You've always got a place here.

You're a hell of a hard

worker, and you're a smart kid.

Dom?

Yeah, what?

Help.

Hold on.

I'll get it.

Fine, I'm going

to walk over here.

Jeez, f***ing rocks are heavy.

You know, it's weird.

I... I see you at

school all the time,

but we never really get to talk.

Yeah, it's like, uh,

harvest friends, right?

We always talk during the

harvest, but go back to school,

it's...

Harvest friends.

So we're just

harvest friends then?

Ah, not yet.

Ow!

Oh, god.

Oh, it hurts to even punch

you, the backs of my arms

are so sore.

You had muscles

back there, did you?

No.

I've never worked

so hard in my life.

Well, it doesn't

really get any easier.

Oh, yeah?

Uh-huh.

That's great, thanks.

So why are you doing it?

Ah.

I'm saving up for next year.

Mm-hmm?

For college.

You?

Car.

You've been working like

this all year for a car?

Two years.

Oh my gosh, I definitely

couldn't do that.

Ah, you haven't seen the car.

I should have enough

with the harvest here.

I ain't going nowhere.

You'll let me know

if you get an offer?

I said I would.

You're getting real close.

Maybe a couple more

checks, you know?

Yeah.

That's f***in' kicked.

Look at that!

Eh?

Let's go.

I want to break some sh*t.

Yeah.

All right.

That's what's up with that.

Keep going, keep going.

All right, come on!

It's there.

Just f*** it!

Whoa!

Holy sh*t!

Let's go shoot it with

some f***in' potatoes, yeah?

Yeah.

All right.

See if it's strong enough.

Argh!

It's all bullshit.

You know, by third grade

they've f***in' decided,

bang, who's staying,

who's going.

They're either going

to care about you,

or they're not going to

give a f*** about you.

They're always calling me

into the f***in' guidance

counselor's office.

And it is bullshit.

They're wrong.

But then again,

none of it's going

to matter anyway, so

f*** 'em, you know?

I knew you were going

to f***in' do that.

This works out, we can make a

f***-ton of money, me and you.

What about this thing

with the Keegans?

You know, where you've got

45 Hell's Angels just up

the road there at Bear Lake?

Hell's Angels want to do

battle with the Keegans, who

are running meth

and coke south up.

Meth's between the Angels

and Phil and Bobby Keegan.

Keegans being

green-lit got sh*t-all

to do with us, as

far as I'm concerned.

Is that... you mean "us,"

me and you, or "us,"

like you and your guys?

Both.

Both is fair game.

It stands right now, that

includes the gatekeepers.

As long as we stick to

running pot and pills,

Hell's Angels got no business

knowing our business.

This works out with

the Florida guy,

we're slamming pills all

down the I-95 corridor.

It starts right now,

right here, with us.

Don't f*** this up, all right?

Let's load them up.

Hello, sir.

How are you today?

I'm good, thank you.

How are you?

Not too bad.

What is your citizenship?

I'm an American.

Hold on just a minute, please.

What was the purpose of

your trip to Canada today?

Uh, got a pizza at the

Little House of Pizza.

You purchase anything

else besides the pizza?

No, sir.

Is there anything

else in the truck

that doesn't belong to you?

No, sir, it's all mine.

All right, thank you very much.

Have a good day.

Thank you.

Did this guy do something wrong?

Oh, I don't know, but

we're about to find out.

What about, uh...

uh, Jesse's brother?

What's his name?

Ethan.

Yeah.

You know.

Ahem.

He said he would,

uh, pay... pay me

when he got his welfare check.

He'd get the rest to me,

uh, the first of the month.

OK.

Your job is to keep them

between the ditches.

They go off the road, they

start to fall behind...

All right, I'll talk to him.

I mean, you know

what I'm saying.

Yeah, yeah.

OK, well... my brother.

Yah!

Where's my f***ing money?

Give me my f***ing money!

Where's my f***ing money?

All right, seriously.

I'm serious.

He's my little brother!

Whoa!

Wait, too... that went

on way too f***ing long.

I'm only kidding you, man.

Oh, are you?

Jesus Christ!

Yeah, I've been working on

some slight modifications.

Oh yeah?

Added this big-ass

fuel tank back here.

I think you're

going to dig this.

Get closer.

Take a good whiff.

Yeah, gas.

Diesel.

But over here

we'll add 3/4-inch.

You see that pump?

Uh-huh.

Give me the hose.

OK.

I'll plug it in.

Kill it!

Oh, sh*t!

Yeah, three of them.

Tighter than a midget's p*ssy.

No more "frozen river in the

middle of the night" bullshit.

Now we drive it across

in broad daylight.

The pipeline to Canada's

south runs through us.

And with what we got

coming up from Florida,

we'll be working I-95

in both directions.

Wait.

Wait!

What?

Wait.

I want to tell you something.

Did I do something?

No.

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