Beneath the Harvest Sky Page #5
Yeah.
All I got to do is just heat
it up and move it with the heat
'til it's right and smooth.
And then you just fix it, yeah?
You just fix it, and nobody
will know the difference.
Now, pay attention.
All right, well, you're
doing the next one.
This is f***in' dangerous.
I know.
Don't hit me.
Hey.
OK, so I bring it over Tuesday.
First thing Wednesday
morning, you're
going to go over to Portsmouth...
OK.
With that and what I
already brought across.
Now, he's not going to show
up 'til later in the day,
so you're going to meet
up right at the motel.
And I want you to
take Casper with you.
What?
Oh.
You know, I... I f***in'... no.
I can't.
What?
I'll... I'll drive it
down, but not with him.
What are you talking about?
I'm telling you, I
want him to go with you.
You know?
He needs to know the
route, same as you.
Well then, f***in'
forget it, OK?
I mean... uh.
You know, I don't
need him looking over
my f***in' shoulder.
I'm not looking
over your shoulder.
Is that what you think?
your f***ing trust issues.
Badger!
Come back!
What the f***?
Yeah.
No, he'll be back.
"Trust issues."
He used to be a lot worse.
And your trust issues.
Yeah.
Yeah, it's definitely
my first choice.
Uh, the campus is
really awesome.
They have this, like, big
lake out there and, you know,
like this giant outdoor mall.
It was really cool.
It sounds really cool.
Yeah, it was really
a good trip, you know?
I'm really excited
for next year.
I had to work with creepy old
Josh the whole time, you know?
And I missed you.
Yeah, I missed you too.
So is something wrong?
I just feel like I'm... I'm
really starting to like you,
you know, Dom, and I... I
just don't want to give you
the wrong idea, uh, and make
you think that this can be more
Because I don't know.
I... I just think this kind
of has to be a harvest thing,
Like... like what you said.
It's like... like
harvest friends.
Harvest friends, right.
Like you and Austin.
Right.
Hey.
Got your passport, kiddo?
Yeah.
I need you tonight.
What?
Oh, her?
She's cute, huh?
That's a f***ing beast.
That ain't no car, kiddo.
I've seen your script run.
Puts you over the
top for your car.
Yeah, put that away.
No big deal.
No big f***in' thing.
Turns out I don't need
diaper money anymore, so.
What?
Don't worry about it.
You got your passport, you?
Why?
Seriously?
But why are you going again?
Because I've got to f***in' talk
to the guy about some bullshit.
Look, I don't
want to f***in' talk
to you about this
all night, all right?
I'm late.
Oh, yeah.
Thank you.
This thing's a
f***in' beast, no?
Oh, yeah.
It's a piece of sh*t.
It's a... yeah.
He's going to the
Draveurs game, you know.
Ah, I hate Grand Falls.
I know you hate Grand Falls.
That's why I took you there.
There he is there.
Maybe he's doing his own thing
or something, his own deals
or something on the side, so.
My dad's pissed, you know.
It's f***ed up.
So, uh... I slept with Emma.
Shut your f***in' face.
Oh, yeah.
I f***in' called that there.
You did.
You called it.
How was it?
Good.
What?
There's more to this.
There's more to that "good" than
just wha... was she a virgin?
I don't know.
Kind of uncomfortable,
and we were
in a forest with
leaves and sh*t.
No, you f***in' weren't.
You were in a forest?
Yeah.
OK.
Anyway, she said that we're
just harvest friends now, so.
What?
What the f*** is that?
I guess I just wasn't
part of her plan.
And that's that, so.
That's you being responsible?
Just go!
F*** you!
Oh, there he is.
Down the stairs, dah-dah,
dah-dah, dah-dun-dun.
Let's go.
You... you shut the f*** up!
You're the one making all
the f***in' noise out here.
OK, let's
go to a f***in' hockey game.
Let's go.
He's not even going in.
I don't know what he's doing.
He says he's going
to the Draveurs game,
and then he's, I don't
know, sitting out here.
F***.
Come on, Badger,
what are you doing?
Maybe he just wants a lap
dance before the game, you know?
All right.
Well, he's going in.
What
the... he's not going.
Do you see that?
I... I don't know.
Why is he... what
is... god damn it.
Can I have your phone?
Hey, it's Casper.
My phone died.
Yeah.
Damn f***in' right, he
didn't go to the game.
He...
he... no, he's at Mon Copain.
He just got into some guy's car.
I don't know.
Like, the guy just pulled up.
No, he's... he was
sitting here for a while.
He gets up like
he's going to go in,
and then he gets in
this other guy's car.
Yeah.
Oh, wait.
Wait, he's getting out now.
I don't know.
I don't know who
the other guy is.
OK.
All right, he's driving off.
He's going.
And he's gone.
And we're going to lose him.
OK, bye.
He wants us to follow this guy.
That guy?
Let's hope he's going
to a f***ing hockey game.
So what now?
I don't know.
Just sit here and watch.
What the hell is
he doing in there?
What the hell are
we doing out here?
It's f***in' stupid,
just sitting in this car.
I mean, is this...
you know, you just
want to run errands for
Clayton the rest of your life.
That's what you want to do?
Is that what you
think I'm doing here?
I want to be here right now?
Thought we were going to a...
to a hockey game, you know?
Well, I'm sorry
about the hockey game.
I used to think we both
wanted the same thing,
but now we're sitting
in a car instead
It makes no f***in' sense.
You used to think we both
wanted the same thing?
You know, you think leaving
this town is everything, right?
We... we leave the town,
then we go into the Boston,
and then we watch the Red Sox.
That's the plan.
That's the plan!
Then what?
What happens when the game ends?
What?
You tell me!
Give me something to do.
I'll leave, but you have
no idea what kind of money
See, you think you're
doing something different.
OK, you think like your dad
sees something special in you,
You're doing exactly what
everyone in this town
has expected you to do
since the day you were born,
you included.
I'm... I'm the one who's always
expected something more from
something better for yourself.
OK?
This town has nothing
that either of us want.
We're meant to leave together.
We're not meant to stay.
Sh*t gets old fast, Casper.
And it's going to get old fast.
Oh, sh*t.
Oh...
Oh, f***.
F***!
Sh*t.
You're good here.
Hey, where's Dom?
What the f***?
Holy sh*t.
I can't just drive the f*** off.
Get down!
F***!
Piece of sh*t.
There's three of them.
F***.
After this third, we can go.
We'll go up quick and
get the f*** out of here.
Come on, let's go.
F***!
Let's go.
Come on!
What?
F***!
Straight to f***in' voice
mail, so he's already
in f***in' Canada.
My god, your uncle is
such a f***ing douchebag.
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