Trucker

[ Woman Moaning ]

[ Moaning Continues ]

[ Woman On TV,

Indistinct ]

[ Moaning ]

[ Panting ]

[ Grunts ] That

was pretty good, right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

You know, I get this really

stupid employee discount

at that restaurant.

If we walked over there,

they'd pretty much give me

an entre for free.

But that's not

really my style,

you know?

Or we could head back

to my place.

My shift doesn't start until

a movie or something.

Like I said,

I get paid by the mile.

[ Sighs ]

Sounds like that's

a pretty dangerous job.

A lot more dangerous things

if you made a list.

You got a list?

No. [ Laughs ]

No, I don't have a list.

You sure you're not hungry?

Do you wanna

watch TV?

Got to make it to Reno

in the morning.

Oh, yeah. Of course.

Hey, um, listen.

I really appreciate

the motel room.

It's not really my style

to let the female pay.

And I-I don't want you to think

that I just used you

or-or anything.

- I don't.

- Oh, okay.

That's good.

Um, you want my e-mail?

Take it easy.

[ Engine Starts ]

[ Engine Revving ]

[ Beeping ]

[ Boy Laughing ]

[ Door Squeaking ]

[ Keys Dropped On Counter ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Breathing Heavily ]

[ Phone Rings ]

[ Answering Machine Beeps ]

Diane, it's Jenny Bell again--

Len's fiance.

Will you please call me back?

I really need to talk

to you today.

Diane, call me.

[ Beeps ]

[ Knocking ]

[ Knocking ]

[ Knocking ]

[ Sighs ]

Saw your rig.

Ladies night.

Well, I guess

you'll be getting

some discounted drinks then.

Just got paid.

You're going with me.

[ Grunts ]

I can't, Runner.

I just got back.

You know it's a dream

of every man in California...

have an opportunity

to get drunk with you.

I'm not sure that's

a compliment, Runner.

Well, it ain't an insult.

Come on.

[ Sighs ]

It's that

country-western crap?

Seventies night.

Seventies night

at the V.F.W.?

[ Gasps ]

Let me get

my lipstick.

[ Disco ]

[ Man Laughing ]

[ Glass Hits Table ]

You just gonna

sit there all night?

You gonna let me

sit here all night?

[ Funky Soul ]

[ Female Back-up Singers ]

We found the spark

[ Female Singer ]

Oh, baby, you're glowing

Started a fire

Oh, baby, you're burning

Looks like we made

a soul connection

We found a soul connection

To find out

Find out

That what we have

is real

Have is real

We had to find out

Find out

That what we have

is real

To find out

Find out

That what we have

is real

[ Ends ]

This is f***ing great.

That's-That's

a pretty drink.

[ Laughs ]

I'm going to the bathroom.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Country Western ]

[ Door Opens ]

Hey there.

Hey there.

Do-- [ Chuckles ]

Do you know me?

No, I don't you.

Maybe I could though

if I tried real hard.

Yeah. Um--

[ Chuckles ]

Well, I'm Rick.

I'm Runner's

brother-in-law.

[ Mumbling ]

Oh. Rick.

Yeah, he's mentioned you.

Oh, good.

Hey. Excuse me.

Hey.

Excuse me.

Yeah, he's married.

Yeah, but we're not

f***ing each other.

So excuse me.

I'd like to avoid

a bladder infection.

Oh, well, did you ever

hear of that term,

"playing with fire"?

Yeah. I think you're

doing it right now.

No. You are.

No. You are.

Move it, shithead.

Don't be

a home wrecker now.

A good one.

Hey, Rick,

how's it going?

Well, not as good as you.

Go home, Rick.

You're a lucky guy, Runner.

You're a real f***ing

lucky guy.

[ Radio:
Christian Rock ]

What the f*** do you

have this thing set for?

What?

That's Christian rock.

You caught me listening

to Christian rock?

Yeah.

It's soft rock.

Have you ever

heard of F.M.?

- There's a difference.

- Oh, my God.

What is this? This is reggae.

- [ Reggae ]

- Just don't go poking

and banging at it like that.

Basic radio,

for Christ's sake.

Don't punch it.

[ Laughing ]

Keep hitting the bottle.

[ Chuckling ]

[ Reggae Continues ]

What?

[ Tires Squeal ]

Jesus!

[ Groans ]

[ Continues ]

Okay.

Oh, my wife's

gonna kill me.

She's gonna have

to stand in line.

Ow! Ow.

Slide over.

Ow.

God.

Where you going?

I'm suffering here.

Goddamn.

You're really a bleeder.

Kind of like what

you're doing though.

Shut up. [ Laughing ]

Oh, wait, wait.

Here. Here.

Here. Here.

[ Continues ]

Hold it down.

Are those--

Shove 'em up in there.

I'm not putting tampons

in my nose.

Yeah, that or bleed to that.

No, I'm not gonna--

I'm not gonna do it.

Oh, yeah.

[ Chuckling ]

[ Muttering ]

Oh!

Oh!

[ Both Laughing ]

Ah, I wanna live.

[ Chuckling ]

Oh, God.

You're lucky

I didn't bring the ones

with the applicator in it.

[ Laughs ]

Sh*t.

Just sit back now.

You're gonna be fine.

Oh, I swear to God.

[ Engine Starts ]

[ Tires Squeal ]

[ Brakes Squeak ]

[ Engine Off ]

[ Grunts ]

Oh, Jesus Christ.

- [ Door Closes ]

- [ Groans ]

Ooh, you really

did it this time.

[ Grunts ]

[ Grunts ]

This is the last time

we're going out.

[ Groans ]

Tonight was

a wake-up call.

You lead

a lonely life.

Ow!

Shut up, Runner.

You did that on purpose.

Yeah, you think?

Ow!

[ Groans ]

God, you're

a heavy sack of sh*t.

Why don't you settle down?

Why don't you--

Why don't you find Jesus?

What do you know

about Jesus?

[ Runner ]

Nothing.

Then why do you suggest

that I find him?

I don't know.

I heard he makes

people happy.

- Shut up.

- Oh! [ Laughs ]

[ Laughing ]

Oh, you are dead weight.

Okay.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Chuckles, Groans ]

Shh. You're gonna

get me in trouble.

Shh. Shh. Shh.

[ Exhales ]

[ Both Laughing ]

[ Panting ]

- Diane?

- Yeah.

[ Panting Continues ]

You're so pretty.

Thank you, I think.

Oh, idiot.

[ Chuckles ]

Yeah. Nice, sis.

I told you, Molly.

Shut up, Rick.

Hey.

[ Engine Running ]

[ Engine Stops ]

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

[ Keys Jingling ]

[ Footsteps Approaching ]

- Diane! Hey!

- [ Grunts ]

What the hell

are you doing?

Who the hell are you?

You know who I am.

I'm Jenny Bell.

I've been calling you

and writing you.

Well, Jenny Bell,

I don't check my messages

all that often.

Diane, listen,

Len's got an infection.

All right?

And he's in the hospital

for a few days.

And I have to leave

tomorrow night to go

to my mother's funeral.

So you can see I have

somewhat of a dilemma.

Well, Len and I

have an agreement.

Yeah, well, it was Len's idea.

Don't you have

some neighbors or

some friends or something?

I guess not.

All right, Diane, listen,

you don't owe me anything,

all right?

But I can't work

and take care of Len...

and go to my dead mother's

send-off and watch your

f***ing kid right now.

Yeah, well, I'm

on the road all the time.

It's three weeks.

Three weeks?

Yeah.

Peter, come on

over here.

No. Mm-mmm.

Peter, come over here.

No, Jenny.

No.

Peter, come on.

Jenny.

F*** you.

Peter, come on.

Listen, we talked

about this.

Peter.

Peter, listen to me.

[ Grunts ]

Listen to me, all right?

It's just for a little while

until your dad's feeling better.

All right? Listen.

He loves you, and he needs you

to do this for him.

Can you do this for him?

All right?

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