The Monkey's Paw
(POUNDING)
(WOMAN YELLING FRANTICALLY)
WOMAN:
PIease! Open the door!Open the door! PIease!
(MAN YELLING ANGRILY)
(WOMAN CONTINUES YELLING)
(POUNDING INTENSIFYING)
(WOMAN SHRIEKING)
(WHEEZING)
MAN:
Don't...Don't pIay with fate, boy.
Nothing good wiII come.
(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)
I know you more into cars, Jake,
but Iook at that right there.
That's a dang
Rembrandt right there, see?
Oh, yeah, that's beautifuI,
Catfish. Yeah.
Not reaIIy into guns, man.
I'm more of a Iover, not a fighter.
There you go.
That's your troubIe,
you thinking
you get to choose.
Where's Cobb?
Uh... I think he's
fixing a forkIift.
(SNORING)
(METAL CLANKS)
You hand-checked that truck
to Iberia this morning, right?
Yeah,
GiII, it's in the computer.
I don't wanna hear
about any more short Ioads.
Look, Mr. GiIIespie,
I got these two Ioads
and then I got two more that
I'm trying to prep, man...
Jake, when I promoted you
to shift supervisor,
it was 'cause you said you couId
handIe the extra responsibiIity.
Now, if you can't, teII me, 'cause
it's my ass on the Iine, not yours.
GiII, we're good.
COBB:
Hey!(IMPERSONATING GILLESPIE) ''It's
my ass on the Iine, not yours.''
That guy promoted me just to shoveI
more of his work onto me, you know.
It's just another day of missing
visiting hours, that's aII that means.
Aw! Now, how is that red
hot mama of yours anyway?
-That's gross.
-(SNICKERS)
When you taIk about my
mom Iike that, it's weird.
Yo, man, um...
She got another round of chemo.
She'II be okay.
You bet she is.
She's going to puII through.
Now, Iet's quit farting around.
Back to work.
(CHUCKLES) Okay.
Yeah, I certainIy
do apoIogize, sir.
No, no, of course
we appreciate your business.
This is just what we
Thank you.
KEVIN:
Mr. Gillespie.A moment, please?
Check that out.
Hey, man,
what's going on in there?
I heard another
truck come up short.
I'd say it's about curtains
for GiIIespie this time.
I shouId say something.
I got to do something.
I'II teII you what you do.
-CaII your ex.
-OIivia?
CaII OIivia, man. Have her
put in a word with the hubby.
Maybe save GiIIespie's job.
Go on, do it.
Man, it's been three years.
I don't know. You and her...
You're speciaI.
Kevin's wife, man.
She can't save someone's job.
That's the stupidest idea.
AII right.
WeII, you asked.
Hey,
sorry to interrupt, guys...
Mr. GiIIespie,
I just need you to sign off on...
-Okay, put any paperwork on my desk.
-Wait. No, Kevin...
Look, at the office it's Mr. Weiss.
Now go back to work.
Kevin, hey...
It's not a good time, Jake!
God damn it, Kevin.
(SIGHS)
Way to make the tough caII there,
boss-man.
Excuse me, Anthony?
Hard-working
oId man Iike that.
Hey! What the heII?
Let's get rid of him.
Somebody got to take the faII.
Buck got to stop somewhere.
Not with you. (CHUCKLES)
This is funny to you?
WeII, it's not Iike
''ha-ha'' funny, no.
WouId that be funny?
How about you try that?
I'II go right to court.
Who I'm sure wouId Iove to hear
about your erratic behavior.
Frequent catnaps.
You push a button on a Iarge machine,
and you hardIy do that weII,
so don't act Iike
you're so speciaI
if you were gone.
They won't.
So back to work, hmm?
There you go, man.
Pretty much done.
Come on. Need a ride?
Oh, nah, man, I'm good.
AII right, but I won't
I'm aII right, man. WaIking heIps me,
you know, cIear my head.
I don't know how you do it,
waIking aII the time.
AII right, man.
See you Iater, Catfish.
Get a coupIe more
shotgun bumper stickers.
Later, boy.
(BLUES MUSIC
Hey, whose sweet
'Stang is that outside?
I Iook Iike a vaIet to you?
(WHISTLES)
-I saved you a seat.
-Hey, what's up, boss?
Two Abitas.
Hey man, does a frog
scratch his ass when he farts?
(CHUCKLES)
Here's to the Iife, huh!
Yeah. Carry on.
Hey, grandpa.
Hey, hey, hey! Watch out, you.
Might have to take
you over my knee.
(JILL CHUCKLES)
That wouId be interesting.
Teach him some manners.
Oh, yeah, I've tried.
You faiIed,
but I do crave discipIine.
Maybe you shouId
take me over your knee.
-Maybe.
-(COBB CHUCKLES)
She Iikes me.
Oh, yeah, you think she Iikes
the oId ones, huh?
Now,
the oIder ones are cIassy.
Hey, speaking of which,
did you see that GT out in the yard?
Oh, heII yeah.
Did you see that GT out there?
I'm sorry to break up the party,
but gander yonder right there.
COBB:
Hmm.Don't make him the misere.
Thanks for bringing
the bad news, Catfish.
It's aIways good to see you.
Yeah, I didn't know he was
going to be here tonight.
Don't Iet it bring you down.
You didn't fire him.
That son of a b*tch Kevin did, but
that's going to come back on him.
You know what goes around, comes
around. It's caIIed karma, boy.
You know what? It just seems
Iike there's guys out there,
-that they can't even
faiI if they try. -Uh-oh.
Hey, Judy, bring two of these,
wiII you? We'II need them.
You know, I box boIts and straps
for a Iiving. That's what we do.
We take boIts and straps
and we put them in a box.
Like, what kid wants to
do that when they grow up?
WeII, I mean, you're going to do
other things. You're stiII young.
Young. StiII young? What do I
have to Iook forward to, Cobb?
I've got my mom,
she's dying of cancer.
Then my brother,
he's caIIing me aII the time,
asking me to heIp
him pay these biIIs
and I can't afford a car.
I'm waIking
aII around town trying
to get where I'm going.
You know,
and I got this scum-bucket
of a boss married
to my ex-girIfriend.
(SCOFFS)
It's just Iike,
ever since I Ieft that girI, man,
it's just Iike
the first domino
in this Iong Iine
of bad decisions.
Things work out.
Like I said, you're stiII young.
Are you Iistening to me?
Yeah,
I'm Iistening to you, man.
Why don't you Iisten
to me for a minute?
Hey,
I need you to Iook at this.
You know what that is?
That's a court order.
Let me teII you a story.
The oId man.
FaII in Iove. Yeah.
She's a younger girI.
Sh*t! We had a kid together.
I mean, I'm thinking wedding beIIs,
white picket fences. (WHOOPS)
I guess she wasn't
thinking that way because...
This is what Iove Iooks Iike, man.
That's a court order.
That says that I cannot come
within 500 yards of my own son.
My own son!
I mean, she can rot in heII, but I
wouId Iike to see my boy now and again.
Yeah, you got probIems.
I'II teII you
something about the courts,
they're going to side with
Don't matter if
she's the woman of your
dreams or a frigid,
coId, vindictive b*tch.
(WHOOPS) Anyway,
we aII got probIems, Jake.
Hey, man, I'm sorry about that.
I didn't know you had a kid.
That's aII right,
it don't matter.
AII I'm saying is...
We aII get deaIt cards. It's
how you pIay it, man. Man...
PIay yours,
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