God's Pocket
The working men of God's
Pocket are simple men.
They work.
They follow their teams.
They marry and have children
who rarely leave the Pocket.
Everyone here has stolen
something from somebody else...
or when they were kids, they
set someone's house on fire...
or they ran away when they
should have stayed and fought.
They know who cheats at cards
and who slaps their kids around.
And no matter what anybody
does, they're still here.
And whatever they
are is what they are.
The only thing they can't forgive
is not being from God's Pocket.
Say it.
Oh, your balls.
Oh... oh, my God.
- Oh.
- Oh, my God.
It's good, right?
Oh, it's so good.
- Oh!
- Your cook's so good.
Mm.
You okay?
Great.
Jeanie.
Mickey, I know. You love me.
I do.
If Leon is going to work today,
I got to be down at Bird's
by 8:
00 if he wants a ride.Leon, honey, it's time for work.
All right.
Mickey's got to be to Bird's
by 8:
00 if you want a ride.Honey?
I'm up!
"Everyone here has stolen
something from somebody else,
or when they were kids, they
set someone's house on fire,
or they ran away when they
should have stayed and fought."
That Richard Shellburn's
got it right.
I don't know why writing
down what everybody knows
is any better than knowing
it in the first place.
If you were from
here, you'd get it.
That's what everyone tells me.
I don't know how you eat that
sh*t and still look so good.
You get sugar diabetes, they're
gonna cut your feet off.
F*** you looking at?
Something to eat in the truck, hon.
See, I told you it'd
take me no time at all.
You got me ten minutes
late already.
F***in'...f*** it.
You mind spotting me 20 bucks?
They start on one end, and
the air in Camden is so bad
and it takes so f***ing long
to get to the other end
that by then, the
paint is all peeling,
and they got to go back
and start all over again.
Year after year, painting the same
f***ing bridge over and over.
It's like a nightmare.
Ho!
- You're late.
- I know. I'm sorry.
Another five minutes, we was
gonna leave without you.
"We"?
This horse is a fantastic,
beautiful horse, talented horse.
Hard for me to believe.
I seen it myself in Florida.
You're telling me there was something
wrong with the horse's p*ssy,
made her quit 300 yards
from the finish?
Turning Leaf, her name was, and she
hit the stretch and just quit.
Turns out she sucked up
air, you know, vaginally.
A couple gallons of air
get trapped up in there,
and she cramps up,
and she can't run...
very uncommon.
It's like running while you're
trying to take a sh*t, huh?
It was the humidity.
Horse like that runs up
here, she'd take the field.
Let's go!
I want to know what a white
man's doing walking...
while this n*gger is
riding around all day.
Nothing personal, Lucy, huh?
So I grab that f***ing
cat by the tail, right?
I hold him upside down,
and that little stewardess
is screaming for me
to leave him alone,
and I says, "I'll leave him
alone, all right," and...
and I take my knife...
Boy, you're about to figure
a way to wipe your ass
with that razor, ain't you?
I ain't said a word all morning.
Which one is it?
It's a green truck.
I got a plate number
right over here.
All these trucks are green.
Yeah, but I got a
number right over here.
It's gonna take a f***ing month
just to read the f***ing
license plates on that one.
Well, that ain't it.
We're looking for a reefer.
A refrigerated truck, you know,
so the meat don't cook
on its way to Vermont.
Mm-hmm.
It's running.
They don't shut them off.
They're diesels.
Keep them running
for weeks at a time.
That's very interesting...
the history of the
trucking industry.
All right, stay here.
I'm gonna go take a piss.
All right.
Oh.
What's Sal doing here?
Doesn't take three
people to steal a truck.
I owe him a little money.
He just wants to make sure
everything goes down.
Look at him over here.
He's pissing on his shoes.
Yeah.
Why don't you tell him?
He'll shoot you just to show
you he knows what he's doing.
That's it right there.
Hey.
Yeah?
Notice the whole world's got
a f***ing attitude lately?
Listen, you go in there, and you have
a nice breakfast, pal, all right?
You take an hour. Understand?
One hour before you come back
out here looking for your truck.
Who's driving?
You all right, pal?
Look, you got your business.
We got ours.
You take the money,
your business is over.
Am I right or wrong?
Huh?
Okay, just take a
couple of deep breaths.
Here's your hat, all right?
Can you get up?
And gonna have a nice
breakfast, just like I said.
Come on.
All of a sudden, the world
ain't got no attitude no more.
What the f***?
Don't do it.
Sh*t.
Jesus Christ.
Motherf***er.
You sh*t yourself, Mickey?
- Oh, yeah.
- Huh?
F*** you.
I almost cut her tits
off after I, uh,
took care of her f***ing kid.
I seen that happen to a girl once.
Huh?
Sliced and diced,
just right f***in'...
Bullsh-sh*t.
What the f*** you say?
I don't give a sh*t personally,
but I don't like a n*gger
talking about my business.
This old n*gger's been talking
about me all morning.
Whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You hear me now, don't you, f***?
I didn't mean to cut you, Lucy.
Somebody get Lucy
a Band-Aid. He's...
He's got a cut.
I thought he was...
I love this city...
not the sights, the city.
I love her last night, and
I loved her this morning,
before she brushes her teeth
or I know she snores.
I'm used to the feel
of her beside me.
I've known her warmth
and her coolness.
She's... forgiven me.
I've forgiven her.
I'm used...
I'm used to the feel
of her beside me.
You're right.
I think I f***ed her
last night too.
I hope she don't have
no type of herpes.
I'm used to the feel
of her, you know?
I've been writing the story
of this city for 20 years.
What's up with the lights?
Oh, talk to Arthur, Mick.
I keep telling him
he's got to relax.
- I'll do that.
- Do that.
All we can do is have faith
in the electric company.
- Am I right?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, right, yeah.
Sophie says we ain't had
electric for two hours.
It's out in the whole neighborhood.
Yeah.
What are we gonna do with
the load I just brought in?
What the f*** do you think we're
trying to figure out here, Mick?
It's gonna be back
right away. Just relax.
Yeah.
Listen, we got a little business
to talk about, all right?
Right.
I got a problem.
Let me guess.
You don't have my $700.
I'm into Sal for 20 large.
Jesus Christ.
I got so much sh*t going down,
I don't even know where
it's coming from.
Forget it. I'm doing all right.
When you get it,
you can give it to me.
All right?
Take some of the meat.
Nothing I can do with that.
It's not even cut.
F*** it.
Let's get this sh*t in your truck.
I can't use it like this.
There's nowhere to cut it up.
Look, we'll get the electric
back on, you come back tomorrow,
we'll get somebody to
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