Out of the Furnace Page #2

who likes this place?

Come on, just give her a break.

And what about you?

You still seeing the, uh...

uh, woof-woof?

Woof-woof! Down.

Oh, man,

I almost forgot about her.

Thanks a lot.

How's, uh...

How's Dad doing?

- Uh, barely hanging on, really.

- Yeah.

Make sure you give him

a big hug from me.

You know?

Yeah, but...

You, uh, watch yourself over there.

OK.

- You, too.

- Yeah.

- Guess I know where to write to you.

- Yeah.

What's up, homey?

You f***ing quiet.

You walk the yard,

you don't talk to nobody.

Are you a f***ing f*ggot?

Huh, bro?

- Get the f*** away from me.

- You want to suck my dick?

Come here.

F*** you!

Get him off me,

you motherf***er!

Hey! Break it up!

Get off me, holmes!

Get upstairs!

- Get off me, cabron!

- Shut up!

He was trying to hang on

until you got out.

He wanted to see you.

It just ate him up.

You put him next to Mom?

Yeah.

Um... I'm glad you were home.

How was your last tour?

It was hard.

Yeah?

I mean, this...

You know, the whole thing...

Rodney, whatever you did...

...whatever you did, you had to do.

Yeah.

I got to

I love you, bud.

I love you, too, man.

And surely,

he has borne our griefs

and carried our sorrows.

Yet we will esteem him as stricken.

Smitten of God and afflicted.

But he was wounded

for our transgressions.

He was bruised for our iniquities.

The chastisement

of our peace was upon him.

And with his stripes, we are healed.

Come here! Man!

Mmm.

How's it feel?

Eh, eh, eh.

Oh!

Look, I'm running,

I'm gonna run.

- I'm running.

- Get away! Go!

- You driving?

- You want to drive?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Yeah?

Come on, motherf***er.

Say good- bye.

Hey, Jerry!

He didn't know

who the f*** you were.

Well, it is what it is.

I think you're better off.

Why would you say that?

Come on, man, she left you

without even telling you.

Now she's with f***ing Wesley?

She's a smart woman.

Got her reasons.

You been hanging with, uh...

...Billy and them lately?

' Nope.

" No?

What you been

doing with yourself?

- Looking for a job.

- Any luck?

' Nope.

" No?

On a liquid dinner?

It's the dinner of champions.

Yeah.

I'll be back.

Oh, Wesley, my lunch.

Bye.

Yeah!

Get your ass up, white boy!

Let's go!

Get your ass up, man!

Come on!

You ain't sh*t!

Look at you! Look at you!

Come on, motherf***er!

Come on, man, let's go!

This ain't f***ing Iraq.

Let's go, soldier boy.

Get up!

Stop!

Break it up!

Smile, motherf***er!

That's bullshit!

Goddamn it, Rodney.

Did you not hear me?

Did you not hear me?

Motherf***er,

I took a hit in there.

I told you I can't

really control myself

in the middle of a fight, man.

It's all a blur.

And don't f***ing poke

on me again, either.

No more excuses.

No more Iraqi stories.

You just got to learn

how to take a fall

because you owe me

a lot of f***ing money.

Well, I can't pay you back

your money by taking a dive

in this nickel

and dime bullshit.

You'd better figure out something

and figure it out quick.

Yeah, let's go fight up in Jersey.

Up in the Ramapos they got fights.

Don't talk to me about that.

It's not for you.

Why? I heard they're big money.

Look, Rodney, go work in the mill.

Like your father and brother.

This isn't a way for you

to make a living.

You're a good kid with a good heart.

You can do a lot worse

than living your life

like your brother, believe me.

I don't want to work

at the f***ing mill, man.

I want to be just like you, John.

We'll talk later.

Hey.

Hi.

Where you been?

Out with the boys.

Well, looks like...

...your boys play rough.

Want a drink?

No. The place looks nice.

Put it up!

Hey.

Let me see your hands.

What?

Let me see your hands.

Rodney, come here.

Let me see your f***ing hands.

- Come on, man.

- Huh?

Don't give me no sh*t.

Is that the best you can do?

What do you think I should do?

I don't know.

Shovel asphalt for

the highway department.

Sell f***ing shoes.

Come work at the mill.

Come work at the mill. I told you

Roach would give you a job.

No, man, I'd rather

be f***ing dead.

F*** the mill.

F*** the mill.

I work at the mill, you little f***er.

It's good enough for me.

It was good enough for our dad.

The f***ing mill killed our dad!

Just don't be... Hey.

Just don't be too proud

to work for a living.

There's nothing wrong with it.

What'd you say?

Nothing wrong with

working for a living.

- Working for a living?

- Yeah.

What do you call this,

motherf***er?

Is that working for a living, huh?

Is it working for a living when

I carried my best friend's legs

under this arm, and the rest

of him under this arm?

I saw a f***ing baby

with his f***ing head cut off!

I saw a f***ing pile of feet

in the middle of the street,

and I had to clean it up!

I gave my f***ing life

for this country.

That's not work?

And what's it done for me, huh?

What's it f***ing done for me?!

F*** you.

Get me that fight up in Ramapo.

I told you not to bring that up again.

I need one last f***ing fight, John.

Just give me one good fight, please.

One good f***ing fight, please!

That's all I'm asking you.

Can you please do that for me?

No, you gotta trust me when I tell you,

you don't want to set foot

in those mountains.

What is the big f***ing deal?

The big f***ing deal?

The big f***ing deal is I've dealt

with these guys for a long time,

and when they don't get what

they want, they get nasty.

They get nasty, do they?

- Yeah. You don't know.

Yeah?

Well, John, I don't really have

a lot of f***ing options, man.

I can't f***ing catch up

doing this small-town sh*t!

- Calm the f*** down.

- Come the f*** on, man!

- Come on, please! I'm sorry!

- I'm trying to protect you!

Just f***ing call them up, John.

Please?

I'm not doing it, Rodney.

I'm not gonna call them.

Well, I'm not leaving until you do.

- Call them up.

- Rodney...

Just please call them up.

- John, please call them up.

- Rodney...

Please call them up.

I'm asking you for one fight.

Please call them up.

- Please call them up.

- F***, Rodney!

You f*** with these inbreds,

you'll come crawling back.

If you're lucky.

I don't really want to be doing this.

This is not f***ing around.

Let me talk to them.

Let me talk to them.

Yeah?

What the f*** you want, Petty?

March, march,

where are my soldiers?

Where are my soldiers?

No... uh-uh! Come on.

Hey!

We don't want

to wake up the neighbors.

You know what? Let's wake up

the neighbors. One, two, three!

So funny! Oh, my gosh!

Wait a minute!

OK, go, go, 90, 90, 90!

- We're gonna play nice, right?

Yeah!

What do you want?

You want to race me?

What do you want?

What do you want?

- Racer? Huh?

I want to go on the horsey.

- Where are the horsies? Huh?

- Over there. Over there.

- Race you over there.

- Yeah.

Lily... Lily, can you just

watch them for one second?

- You're staying at your dad's?

- Yeah.

You know, I'm trying

to give it some life.

I went to his funeral.

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