Black Dog Page #2

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You were inside.

Look, we'll rent a place back in Newark

till we can get back on our feet.

- We'll make it work.

- No. No.

We moved out of Newark,

so Tracy could have a yard...

and go to a school without

metal detectors in the halls.

We are not going back!

I worked my ass off for this.

I'm not gonna let us lose this house.

Jack, even with what we both

make, we are too far behind.

I was offered

a job today... driving.

One load.

Atlanta to here. Cash.

Melanie, I'll make enough

money to get us out of this.

The last time you said one

more load then we'd be okay,

we weren't.

I can't go

through that again.

[Thunderclap]

[Chattering On Radio]

[Animal Growling]

[Animal Snarling]

[Dog Snarling]

[Tires Screeching]

- [Thunderclap]

- [Panting]

[Jet Engines Roaring]

[Woman]

(music) Tryin' to make a livin' (music)

(music) That's the bottom line (music)

- (music) It ain't easy tryin' to stretch a nickel into a dime (music)

- Appreciate it. Y'all take care.

(music) Scratchin' for a dollar

workin' for the man (music)

(music) Half goes to the landlord

and half to Uncle Sam (music)

(music) I can't get no consolation

I don't get no faith again (music)

- (music) I can't get no satisfaction and my tractor (music)

- King me. King me.

- (music) Ain't gettin' no traction (music)

- Earl back?

[Man]

No.

I need them damn

Sunday throwaways.

You gonna play, or you gonna

do somethin' else?

- You the driver from New Jersey?

- That's me.

- You got a name?

- Jack Crews.

[Hammering]

"And they shall beat

their swords into plowshares... "

Isaiah 2, verse 4.

You read your Bible?

- Probably not as much as I should.

- You try and lead a good life?

When I can.

That's the most

important thing.

- [Engine Whining]

- Excuse me, Mr. Crews.

- Where have you been?

- Puttin' her through her paces.

This ain't

a damn NASCAR rally.

Did you get

my Sunday throwaways?

- You know, it slipped my mind.

- It slipped your mind?

Did you know there's coupons for 50

cents off luncheon meats at Winn-Dixie?

I ask you to do

one simple thing.

Mr. Cutler

sent us a driver.

Earl. Jack Crews.

You'll have to forgive

Earl's manners.

He was hopin' he'd get to drive.

[Chuckles]

- Uh, I'm not takin' that.

- What?

It's brand-spankin' new.

I don't need

that kind of attention.

Junior, come down here

and show Jack Crews a tractor...

that's more to his likin'.

Come on.

I think Mr. Cutler suspects something.

He sent down a new driver.

It don't make a damn bit of difference,

Red. Our deal's with you.

I know that.

Things are gettin' more complicated now.

I'm gonna need some more cash.

You listen to me.

6:
00 tonight with that truck...

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