Walker Payne

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Son of a bitch.

It's not payday.

Don't need any trouble, Walker.

I know. I know, JL.

What's going on?

Come on.

Take it easy.

You said no more layoffs.

We took the cut.

You promised us two more years.

It's the government.

That government gonna feed my kids?

The sulfur content's too high.

Now, move along.

What about the contract?

Come on. Let's get this

over with.

WRQZ.

Southern Illinois' number

one radio station.

We got news they shut down

the number 17 mine today.

Hey, Walker.

A lot of good men lost

their jobs.

Well, here's a song

that might cheer them up.

Can I help you?

How's Bob?

Poor man's out of town all week.

Well, I got the girls this weekend.

Well, you know where to find me tonight.

- Damn it, Brute, get down!

- Don't cuss in the bank, Thompson.

Slobbered up Mrs. Murphy's loan app.

Maybe Mrs. Murphy needs

a little slobbering.

- What do you want?

- A big, fat personal loan would be nice.

Well, then maybe cash this for me then.

For the last time,

I'm not your personal teller.

Go see Audrey.

Audrey?

New. From Chicago.

Don't.

I'm sorry.

Who are you?

He never ever does that. Just...

He won't bite.

Bad dog. Very bad dog.

Get up. Come here.

How may I help you today?

Well,

I recently acquired this broach.

So, I thought maybe I'd get

a safety deposit box for that,

or hold on to it, 'cause it is

awfully pretty, very pretty.

How may I help you?

Well, Audrey,

you can cash my paycheck

and close out my account. Please.

Chicago, huh?

Mr. Payne, you only need $20

to keep the current account you have,

that way you wouldn't have

to come back and reopen.

And you'd earn

interest on your money.

Do you have that memorized,

or they got that written down

there somewhere?

You don't have boys like me

up in Chicago, huh?

We do. We just don't brag about it.

Now, would you like to

close the account or not?

He says whichever takes longer.

Oh, shit!

Son of a bitch! It's hot!

Girls, get in your room.

- What's wrong?

- Come on. Just get in your room.

- Mom! What did we do?

- Move.

Now keep your mouth shut

and stay in this room.

- Where's the girls?

- They ain't here.

You don't have to come speeding up

to the house, kicking up dust...

Lou, just the girls.

Like a damn teenager.

They're spending the

night at Marlene's.

- What does that mean?

- You heard me.

It's my weekend.

Until you start paying child support...

Support? You got everything I have here.

- You are not gonna see those girls!

- I get one weekend, Lou!

Not this weekend.

You go over there, I'm calling

the sheriff. Have you locked up again.

That's Daddy.

I wanna see Daddy.

Can't keep this up, Lou.

I sure as hell can.

- No, you can't.

- Yes, I can.

Until you start paying

some child support,

maybe you should take some...

It's all I got.

That's everything.

I got shit-canned, by the way.

They say when they'd

start digging again?

They won't.

- Ever?

- Over.

So, now what's the plan?

It's Dad.

Stay.

You're gonna shoot me

with my own gun now?

You are not getting near them, Walker.

Christ.

I'll be back. Go.

I'll be fixing that when you're gone.

Think he'll trust you?

Well, if they've been on their own

for a while,

they forget how to ask for help.

It's faith and patience.

See you're busy as ever, huh?

More strays to come,

what with the layoffs and all,

dog's another mouth.

Might get kind of tough,

you handling this all by yourself.

Just like your dad,

afraid to ask a direct question.

Well, I'd be happy to come back,

help you if you need it, Chester.

Well, last time I gave you

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