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

caII simpIe human error.

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.

How about joining him?

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

that anyone wouId miss you

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

be offering forever now.

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

PLAYING IN THE DISTANCE)

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.

You stiII drinking 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?

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