Beneath the Harvest Sky Page #2

Jesse, go there.

Jesse, get out of

my... get off my por...

close the f***ing door.

That's it.

It's in there.

What's wrong with Clayton?

What do you mean?

Wouldn't even open the door.

You don't know better than that?

He don't like doing

business at home.

Besides, he don't trust

no one but family.

Or f***in' second cousins.

Second cousins?

Mm-hmm.

That's all family.

Everybody's a second

cousin to everybody.

Mm-hmm.

You don't

trust no one but me, OK?

Mm-hmm.

Look at me.

You don't trust no one but me.

Yeah, I don't trust

no one but you,

but... ahem... your

brother's a weird dude.

You're a f***in' weird dude.

Get the f*** out.

Get out.

Take your powdered donuts

and get the f*** out.

F*** you.

F*** me?

Well, f*** you, all right, Sal?

Hmm?

Sorry about that.

That guy was bad.

I don't like that guy.

That guy was a bad guy.

Hey, how'd it go?

Um, got a bottle of

big dogs there, yeah.

Big dogs?

Yeah.

That's a good score there.

And, uh, something that I

think are hydros, maybe.

Well yeah, I'll take a look.

OK.

Yes, sir.

Hydros.

That's real good.

I can do that whenever

you need, you know.

Uh-huh.

Book it.

Looks like a rock there.

Fantastique.

And how is your, uh...

how's your c*nt mother?

She's always in a bad

mood, that one there, yeah.

I know.

Yeah.

Has she sh*t out any

more kids since I've last

seen her dumb ass?

Um... I don't think so, no.

Well, um, tell her f*** you

from your old man, will you?

Sure, yeah.

Yeah, well, I'll call you.

Or just come by anytime.

Yeah?

Yeah, sure.

All right.

I'll... I'll be by, or you

call me then, you know?

I know, but I...

I will call you.

Good.

Why are you crying?

'Cause, 'cause, 'cause you

want a gold, gold, fish?

I got to go get... Michael!

Where's Mom?

Hey, where's Mom?

She went for a nap.

A nap!

That's where she is, huh?

You eat lunch yet?

Hey, go upstairs, you guys.

Yeah, you.

Upstairs.

Gerard, take them

upstairs there.

I don't

want to go to take a nap!

I know.

It's OK.

I want Mama!

You ever been shot with

a potato cannon, Dayton?

No.

No?

I bet it would hurt?

Don't you?

Probably would, yeah.

Yeah.

You want to see?

OK.

How about this?

I sit here for 30 seconds.

If you can get

that thing loaded,

I'll let you shoot me with it.

What are you doing here, you?

I live here, Kim.

I told you not to bring

that thing in the house.

Oh, I could say the

same thing to you.

OK, mister big shot.

You want to start paying rent,

you can start having a say.

Uh, I'm... I'm still...

I'm still 17, Kim.

Don't you get enough

money from me being here?

I'm sorry, baby.

It's all right.

I put on the moose video.

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