The Kings of Summer Page #3
Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on.
Hey, Joe, do you know we've been
walking for half a mile?
I can tell
by how much we've bonded.
Well, we're lost, and, um...
you haven't said a word
this entire time, so...
How much longer?
I have no idea, Biaggio.
Let's just keep our wits,
and we'll get out of here.
Where are we?
Someplace they won't find you.
What?
Let's go, man.
We got a long walk home.
Hello? Hi.
Hi.
I just wanted to make sure
that you didn't
get shot last night.
No. No, no, no.
I survived.
with that kid Biaggio, though.
Oh, yeah, I spoke to him once.
He told me that his uncle died
on the Challenger.
That's the price
of space travel, right?
Uh... yeah, sure.
Um, so get ready for this.
Paul skedaddled on me
last night.
Uh, wow, that's...
that's a dick move.
Tools... out of the driveway now.
- I'm on the phone.
- Oh.
I don't give a sh*t.
Right now.
Is everything okay there?
- No!
- Who is this? Patrick?
- Kelly.
- Kelly. A girl.
- Jesus, that's
a pleasant surprise. -Dad...
Listen, Kelly, Joe can't talk
right now because he's grounded.
He will call
you back sometime
before his hot new bedtime
of 7:
30.You have a good night.
Okay.
Tools. Now.
And if they're ruined,
you're going to work
the whole set off
this summer. I mean it.
A paper route.
Goddamn Ohio Soccer Jazz.
I don't care.
You have your pick.
This bullshit ends today.
Yes, it does.
I can't walk
all day like this, Joe.
Okay.
We're almost there.
Just 50 yards.
Almost where?
What the hell
could you be showing me
What is this, Joe?
You want your room
facing sunrise or sunset?
My what?!
This is the site
of our new house, man.
What, like a tree house?
No, like a real house.
I'm moving out.
We're moving out.
What the hell are
you talking about?
My mom won't let me walk
around the house
without socks on.
She's definitely
not going to let us
live out here in the woods.
No one will
find us out here, Patrick.
This house,
this land, it's ours!
We make the rules, you know?
Like men!
So we're just going
to move out here
and, uh, build a house
from scratch?
How hard can it be?
Hold on... what is this kid
doing here?
I don't know.
I'm afraid to tell him to leave.
I don't know
what he's capable of.
Forget him.
Break ground with me, man.
Look, I'm sorry, Joe,
but I can't do this.
Call me when you get home.
Patrick?
So you wore
the blue shirt today?
Not the one
with the pocket?
- He's got the blue one on.
- Yeah.
Whoa, rope in
the attitude, mister.
This is your mother
you're speaking to.
- Come on, buddy. Come on.
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