Out of the Furnace Page #2

We're finishing up.

Your mama teach you

to barge in like that?

You got a problem with me?

I got a problem with everybody.

Who the f*** are they?

Inbred mountain folk

from Jersey.

Church ain't over until

the snakes are back in the bag,

know what I mean?

What are they doing down here?

Don't ask.

- Here.

- Oh, no, I'm good.

Take it.

What's up?

Oh, here.

It's from Rodney.

I know it's not nearly all there.

I hate that you work your ass off

to pay his debt.

Rodney needs to watch it.

I like him, Russell, I really do,

but I worry that...

Hell, he might be safer over in Iraq.

Well, do you mind not

telling him I brought you that,

please, and if he don't

bring the rest of it,

I will on my next payday.

OK.

I won't say a thing.

All right, thanks.

Cubs lead Pirates

ten to one in the bottom of the sixth.

Chavez off of first base.

Lilly's still looking strong

on the mound,

and Lilly delivers.

Swinging, there's a drive, deep...

Hey.

Hey, there.

Can you...

Can you... Can you hear me?

Hey, there, little fella.

Hey, there.

Hey, there...

...little fella.

Oh, God.

on, God.

Hey. Help.

Can you come help? Come...

You know,

I just keep my head down.

Studying sh*t I should've studied

in high school, you know?

- Could be worse.

- How could it be worse?

I don't know.

I could be going to Iraq with you.

No sh*t.

I asked Lena to come down here.

She said some bullshit about

not wanting to see you like this.

- You shouldn't have.

- Oh, f*** that.

She don't like this place.

What are you going to do?

She doesn't like this place?

What, is there someone

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.

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