Braven

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[buzzing]

- That's the last of the load?

- Yup.

Alright. We're good!

- Ho-ho.

- Hey, Joe, I'm on a break.

Break, huh?

Yeah. You ever heard

of one of those?

No.

Storm's coming.

Take the load in the morning.

Stay in town tonight.

No. I'll be all right.

I gotta be back by tomorrow

and take care of some sh*t.

Okay.

- You got chains?

- Yeah, I got chains.

If you get caught, you make sure

you chain up for S-curves.

What is this, orientation?

I got it.

Besides, if it gets

a little gnarly on the pass,

I'll just bunk at your cabin.

You leave now, you'll make it.

You stay the f*** away

from my cabin.

Drive safe, partner.

Always do, man.

Hey!

Dad! How'd you know

I was up here?

'Cause the birds told me,

that's why.

They started chirping 'cause

I was too close to their nest.

Mwah.

They tell you

that was coming, huh?

- Full moon.

- No, no, no, no, don't!

[yelps]

Stop!

- Did you miss me, babe?

- Yeah.

It's been like

three whole days.

It was five days, honey.

Charlotte get her.

Save Mom!

Stop!

[laughing]

Get off of me.

No, don't you dare!

You better give me kisses.

Give me a kiss.

Soup's on the stove.

Come here. Give me a kiss.

Mwah.

See you tonight.

[laughs]

Okay.

I'll see you tonight.

If you're even up

by the time I get home,

- I'll consider that foreplay.

- Uh-oh, what is that?

I don't know

what she's talking about.

Where's your grandpa?

Oh, putting up Christmas lights.

Back there.

Oh, yeah, Christmas lights.

That was a real adventure.

He's in the garage.

Good luck with that.

All right.

You go make me some soup.

Charlotte, you want

a little brother?

Mrs. Braven, see you tonight.

Yeah.

[screams]

Ha ha ha!

When I get home, Joe Braven,

when I get home...

I love you.

Hey, Pops.

Hey.

What are you doing?

I came out here

to find something.

Christmas lights.

Right here, Dad.

Oh. I thought they'd...

Well, they should be up here.

Put things

in their proper place.

You always put things

where they're supposed to be.

I'm working on it. Cheers.

[bottles clink]

What is this?

It's a porter.

Tastes like a sh*t milk shake.

[scoffs]

Dinner's ready. Let's go.

Daddy?

JOE:
Yeah.

You were asleep again.

- No.

- Uh-huh.

- Uh-huh?

- Yeah.

You calling me a liar?

- Stop!

- Huh?

[laughing]

You always fall asleep.

That's 'cause

it's time for bed.

[Charlotte screams]

There's Piggy.

But you didn't even

finish the story.

- Really?

- Yes, really.

All right, where were we?

"The forest animals

play hide and seek.

Bethany Bear hides in her cave.

She falls asleep,

and her friends can't find her.

Winter turns to spring.

And she's crowned the best

hide and seek champion

in the whole forest."

The end.

Boop.

- [growls playfully]

- [Charlotte laughs]

[blows raspberry]

[laughing continues]

CHARLOTTE:
Stop!

Good night, pig.

Don't do that again.

- I love you.

- I love you too.

Oh, I finished

Grandpa's bracelet.

Can I give it to him?

He's probably asleep, honey,

just like you should be.

We'll give it to him tomorrow.

Turn the light out.

[Charlotte laughing]

I love you.

Pops?

[horn honking]

[jukebox]

Oh, Jesus, not again.

Hey, Pops.

[phone rings]

[ring]

[ring]

Hello?

Joe, hey, it's Mike

from the Trinity Bar.

Yeah, listen,

you better get over here.

Yeah, your dad's here again.

WOMAN:
Excuse me?

Time for us to go home.

MAN:
Let go.

- Come on, baby.

- I don't...

Hey!

- Joe!

- I got it.

I'm on my way.

MAN:
Linden, no!

[slams phone]

Hey, what's going on?

Dad's at the Trinity again.

- I'll be back.

- Okay.

[men grunting]

You okay?

No, no, I understand.

Yeah, I understand.

Okay, thanks, Harris.

Guy he got into it with is on

parole for aggravated assault,

so he doesn't want

to press charges, but...

we got a problem, Joe.

It kills me to see

your father this way,

but this happens again,

I'm gonna have to arrest him.

And you too.

Yeah, I got it.

We finished stitching him up

'cause it was a head injury.

Daddy!

Hello, pumpkin.

Daddy, what happened

to your face?

I was wrestling with Grandpa.

- How's he doing?

- We finished stitching him up.

- Go check on Grandpa, okay?

- Okay.

'Cause it was a head injury,

I ordered the MRI.

- How's it look?

- It looked okay,

but how'd he get in a fight?

He thought a woman at the bar

was his wife.

It was my fault. I was

supposed to be watching him.

Is he alone

when you two are at work?

I mean, I schedule my lessons

to work around Joe being gone,

but sometimes things come up.

Well, since your father's

accident last year,

his mental condition

is getting worse.

Let me talk to another

neurologist, okay?

- He'll do a complete scan.

- No, we're done with that.

Then I suggest you consider

a much more supervised approach.

I'm not putting my dad

in the home.

Look, that's not

the only option.

Is he ready to go?

Just think about it, Joe.

Yeah.

All right, baby girl.

Let's get you home,

get you to bed.

CHARLOTTE:
Okay.

Bye, Dad.

- See you at home.

- Yeah.

That's, uh...

Donny's girl.

Right?

That's Charlotte, Dad.

That's your granddaughter.

Yeah, yeah, that's right.

Yeah, Charlotte, yeah.

Let's get you home, Pops, hmm?

[sighs]

[beeping]

[beeping continues]

You ready motherf***er, hmm?

- [sighs]

- Hey.

Don't you puss out on me, man.

So how often do you make

this run up north again?

About every two weeks.

Okay, any other drivers

that make this run?

We're not gonna involve

anyone else, man.

Why the f*** not? That's how

you branch out, move up.

There ain't nobody else you can

trust to bring on this deal?

It's not about trust, man.

I'm just not

involving anyone else.

That's why you're always

gonna stay a f***ing runner.

That's fine, man.

I'm just gonna collect my money.

- [crash]

- [tires skidding]

Hold on!

What the f***?!

[crash]

Jesus Christ.

HALLETT:
What the f***, man?

Damn it.

What the f***?

Oh, Jesus Christ.

What the f*** is wrong with you?

All you had to do was drive

the f***ing truck, man!

We gotta get this sh*t

out of here

before somebody comes, man.

F***. Go get my bag

and the ax.

[door opens]

- [door closes]

- WESTON:
F***!

- Where is it?

- Right here, right here.

Give me the f***ing flashlight.

- Right here?

- Crack that f***er open.

There you go.

[grunting]

[scream]

- That's my truck, man!

- Holy sh*t.

That's my f***ing truck!

Relax.

Open the f***ing log.

Dude, just get back here.

Hurry up.

[chopping]

Jesus, that's a lotta dope.

I know. Kinda makes you hard,

don't it?

[laughs] Come on.

Load the f***ing bag up.

- Here, take it out of the bag.

- Oh, f***.

F***.

F***. We need to

extinguish this, man.

We gotta get rid of the dope

before the cops come.

Just get it in the bag.

Dude, just figure out

where we're gonna go.

All right.

We're not too far

from my boss' cabin.

It's a couple miles up the road.

We'll stash it there.

All right, let's go.

[woodchop]

[chop]

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