Out of the Furnace Page #3

Yeah.

I got to

I love you, bud.

I love you, too, man.

And surely,

he has borne our griefs

and carried our sorrows.

Yet we will esteem him as stricken.

Smitten of God and afflicted.

But he was wounded

for our transgressions.

He was bruised for our iniquities.

The chastisement

of our peace was upon him.

And with his stripes, we are healed.

Come here! Man!

Mmm.

How's it feel?

Eh, eh, eh.

Oh!

Look, I'm running,

I'm gonna run.

- I'm running.

- Get away! Go!

- You driving?

- You want to drive?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Yeah?

Come on, motherf***er.

Say good- bye.

Hey, Jerry!

He didn't know

who the f*** you were.

Well, it is what it is.

I think you're better off.

Why would you say that?

Come on, man, she left you

without even telling you.

Now she's with f***ing Wesley?

She's a smart woman.

Got her reasons.

You been hanging with, uh...

...Billy and them lately?

' Nope.

" No?

What you been

doing with yourself?

- Looking for a job.

- Any luck?

' Nope.

" No?

On a liquid dinner?

It's the dinner of champions.

Yeah.

I'll be back.

Oh, Wesley, my lunch.

Bye.

Yeah!

Get your ass up, white boy!

Let's go!

Get your ass up, man!

Come on!

You ain't sh*t!

Look at you! Look at you!

Come on, motherf***er!

Come on, man, let's go!

This ain't f***ing Iraq.

Let's go, soldier boy.

Get up!

Stop!

Break it up!

Smile, motherf***er!

That's bullshit!

Goddamn it, Rodney.

Did you not hear me?

Did you not hear me?

Motherf***er,

I took a hit in there.

I told you I can't

really control myself

in the middle of a fight, man.

It's all a blur.

And don't f***ing poke

on me again, either.

No more excuses.

No more Iraqi stories.

You just got to learn

how to take a fall

because you owe me

a lot of f***ing money.

Well, I can't pay you back

your money by taking a dive

in this nickel

and dime bullshit.

You'd better figure out something

and figure it out quick.

Yeah, let's go fight up in Jersey.

Up in the Ramapos they got fights.

Don't talk to me about that.

It's not for you.

Why? I heard they're big money.

Look, Rodney, go work in the mill.

Like your father and brother.

This isn't a way for you

to make a living.

You're a good kid with a good heart.

You can do a lot worse

than living your life

like your brother, believe me.

I don't want to work

at the f***ing mill, man.

I want to be just like you, John.

We'll talk later.

Hey.

Hi.

Where you been?

Out with the boys.

Well, looks like...

...your boys play rough.

Want a drink?

No. The place looks nice.

Put it up!

Hey.

Let me see your hands.

What?

Let me see your hands.

Rodney, come here.

Let me see your f***ing hands.

- Come on, man.

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