Josie

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1

[serene music]

(Hank) There's all

sorts of stories.

Happy ones.

Sad ones.

Pathetic ones.

Three, two, one!

Mine.

Hey there Neville.

How you doin', son?

(Woman's voice) Yoo hoo!

Hank?

Morning, Mrs. Joiner.

Well how many times am I

going to have to tell you

to call me Martha?

Sorry ma'am, just

don't come natural.

Oh, you Southern boys are

so gosh darn sweet, aren't you?

Speaking of which, do you

think you could come by

some time this weekend and

help out with a little project?

Yeah, I suppose I could.

Oh, you are just as

sweet as maple syrup.

You have a good day now.

You too, Mrs. Joiner.

That you Hanky Panky?

-Ah, Mr. Joiner.

-Hey!

How'd you hit 'em today?

Ah, as good as my

old wrinkled crank.

Gordon!

What? It's true!

When're we gonna get

you out on the course?

Hank doesn't play golf!

-[Laughs]

-Christ sakes, Romero.

Stop sneaking up

on me like that!

-[speaking Spanish]

-Hey!

English, Romero. You

live in America now.

Don't make me ask

for your papers.

(Romero) OK, Trump.

You leave him alone.

Romero is just fine.

He's from El Paso.

So he says.

Anyway, I gotta

get back to work.

I'll talk to y'all later.

Alright, Hanky Panky.

See you later,

take it easy.

Slow down!

Can't park there!

Hey, suck it Spank!

I'll have you towed!

Dumbass.

[knocking at the door]

[knocking continues]

Everything

alright out here?

Everything's just

fine, thanks.

Well, I'm just moving in

here and, um, Romero,

I think that's his name,

pointed to your door and

said a big burly strong

man lives in there and

-he'll help you out?

-Pfft.

I reckon he said that as

he got in his truck and

high-tailed it

out of here.

Yeah, something like that.

So how 'bout it,

lend me a hand?

I, uh... I...

Ah, hell.

Alright, just give me

a minute, will you?

Great, I'm just

across the way.

Hey, what's your name?

Hank.

I'm Josie, nice

to meet you Hank.

There we are.

It would've sucked

carrying all those boxes alone.

Pleasure's all mine.

No more furniture?

Nah, it came with a

bed and that's enough.

Looks like you got the...

like a small one, huh?

Huh.

Place is in decent shape.

Yeah, I think it'll

suit me just fine.

[toilet flushes]

Hm.

-Well, I gotta...

-Well, I should...

[laughs]

Nice to meet you, Josie.

Yeah, you too.

If you need anything...

Right over there.

That's right.

See ya.

Take care, Hank.

[school bell rings]

Settle in, everyone.

Settle in, everyone.

-Gator, please?

-(Gator) I love you.

Yeah, after class.

Today, we're going to

start working on your

final projects for

the end of the year.

We only have three weeks

left, and you're going to

need every single

one of them.

Hi dear, come on in.

Uh, are you Ms. Elkins?

Yes I am, thank you.

Oh good, everyone we have

a new classmate,

Josephine Walker.

Oh, it's Josie, actually.

Josie, uh, my

name is Josie.

Welcome Josie.

Say welcome.

[general murmur

of welcome]

You can have

a seat, honey.

So, as I was saying, your

project will be done in

pairs and you'll receive

an individual and a

collective grade, so don't

even think about letting

your partner do

all the work.

Name's Marcus.

Hey.

(Ms. Elkins) You'll also have to

memorize it and act it

Okay, I'm going to let you

find your partner, and we

have an even number now

that we have Josie here.

Man, can you

believe this sh*t?

I don't think I can do it!

Uh, so you want

to be partners?

-What the hell?

-Uh, yeah sure,

but your friend here...

Don't worry

about Gator, okay?

He'll find someone else.

This is really

f***ed up, Marcus.

You'll survive.

D*ckhead.

Are you sure that's okay?

Yeah, he'll be fine.

So, guess we got to meet

up outside of here.

Work on this

stupid project.

Yeah, I suppose we do.

Any ideas where

we could go?

I'd offer up my place, but

it ain't right at the moment.

You got a place?

Yeah, I do actually.

Pink Motel, you know it?

Sure do.

Yeah, I'll be

there around 7.

[heavy metal music]

God damn fool.

Put that out Marcus.

Good afternoon, Hank.

Marcy, put it out.

Oh, this thing?

Mmm.

Cigs ain't cheap.

And I ain't finished.

[Marcus' friends giggle]

Now I'm done.

[whispering indistinctly]

Three...

Two...

One!

[wet sound]

Ah, hell!

Mother f***ers!

F***ing sh*t!

Guess he's having

a shitty day!

Damn it!

[relaxed music]

Hey Francine.

How you doing?

Yeah, you're right.

I don't have any pants on.

Long story.

Damn.

Well, who might you be,

pretty little thing?

Hey there, I'm Josie.

I just moved in

the other night.

Oh, you're over

in number 11.

The one Hank helped with

all the boxes the other weekend.

Yes ma'am.

Yeah, what brings

you to Baymont?

School, actually.

Oh, you're in

the local JC.

Uh, Baymont High.

That right?

See, I figured with you

being in there all by

yourself, you couldn't

still be in high school.

Well, yeah, I am all alone

for now, but um, my mom

and dad are coming

in a couple weeks.

They just wanted me to get

situated before the year

lets out.

Oh, well isn't that nice?

I look forward

to meeting them.

Yeah, I'll make sure to

introduce you when they arrive.

Yeah, well listen, I gotta

run but Gordy and I are

having a cookout this

Sunday to celebrate

Memorial Day and we would

love for you to join us.

Oh, yeah. That sounds great.

I'd love to.

Lovely, I'll see you then.

Mhmm!

[car engine rumbling]

Hold up, hold up.

That guy lives here?

Who, Hank?

Yeah.

He's the parking

lot guy at school.

Oh, he is? I didn't know.

I cannot believe you

live next to that guy.

He sits out there all

day in that shitty truck

making sure no one leaves

when they ain't supposed to.

He's been a Goddamn thorn in

my dick since I was a freshman.

He seems nice.

He helped me move in here.

Yeah, well he ain't,

okay? He's a weirdo.

Besides it doesn't even

look like he did much, anyway.

You didn't even

finish moving in.

Sure I am, I got all

I need right here.

Where are your

parents gonna stay?

It's just me,

this is my place.

Alone?

Yup.

I'll be God damned.

That's the coolest f***ing

thing I've ever heard of.

You've got your own place?

Mhmm.

No parentals, no

grandparents.

Nope.

Damn.

If this was me, there'd

be a party in this

motherf***er every day.

I dunno about that, but at

least we can have a beer

without anybody

saying sh*t.

Now that don't mean that

we're gonna get shithoused

or that we aren't gonna

get our work done.

It just means that we

can be grown about it.

Alright, yeah.

Grown, yeah, I like that.

Alright, to being grown.

That is not how grown

people drink their beer.

Then you ain't never

seen my mama drink.

So, how, how the hell does

a girl in high school get

to live on her own?

Uh, well, my dad's in

the military, so he was

stationed all over the

place, and last year when

he got stationed in

Germany, my mama went with

him, but I'd had enough

and they emancipated me.

Damn, that's pretty

cool of them.

Yep, it was.

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