The Machinist

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Who are you?

Jesus.

You Okay?

Don't I look okay?

If you were any thinner, you wouldn't exist.

No.

Trevor.

You still got half an hour.

I could fix you some eggs.

I'm tired, but thanks.

Let's go, monkeys. Watch your work, not your ass.

Come on, guys, keep it moving.

Yes, sir, yes, sir, Master Tucker, motherfucker.

Hey, why is that machine down?

Maintenance.

It takes seven minutes to power up that mill.

Where am I going to make up that seven minutes, Miller?

Your paycheck?

Back off, Tucker, you know it's against regulations.

What regulations?

Lockout devices must be in place during cleaning and maintenance

of all heavy machinery, OSHA, 1989.

Yeah? Write your congressman. And hurry that up.

Congratulations, Reznik.

You just made my shit list.

She's copping his joint, right,

and he's telling her, you know, "baby" this, "baby" that.

Chatting her up like motherfucking Barry White.

Talking about what he going to do to her,

and how he going to make the coochie feel and all that.

- That's right. - So dig, she stops.

She looks up at him with these big old puppy-dog eyes, and she's like,

"That sound good, papi, but me no have no cooohie."

So my man's like, "Say, what?"

He looks down and he realizes the she is a he.

Man, that's bullshit.

You mean to tell me that the whore is wearing nothing but a thong

and this fool can't tell no difference?

Hey, man. He had one of them tuck jobs.

Come on, Jonesy, you know how they do that.

- You might, I don't. Yeah, whatever.

Yo, Reznik, you up for some cards tonight?

Can't, got plans.

Shit. See, this nigga say the same thing every poker night.

Man, what's up with you? You used to be all right.

Well, he used to hang, but he ain't never been all right.

You may not realize it, Jackson,

but some men prefer the company of women.

Who? Howdy Doody? He don't get no booty.

Maybe he got a date with one of them tuck jobs.

No, your mother says she couldn't make it.

Oh! Reznik talking smack.

His mother can't make it. - I can't even respond to that.

You okay?

Don't I look okay?

If you were any thinner, you wouldn't exist.

What's wrong?

I don't know. Déjé Vu.

You're tired, you need to sleep.

- How do you do it? What?

Sleep so little and still look so good.

- Are you flirting with me? - Commiserating.

- Trying to fatten me up? - What if I am?

- Suppose I wanted blueberry. - You had that last night.

You don't fool me, Trevor Reznik. I have you figured out.

You do, huh?

Mmm-hmm.

What else do you know about me?

That you're lonely.

When you work graveyard as long as I have,

you get to know the type.

Hey, everyone gets lonely, Trevor.

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

How can I be lonely when I have you to keep me company?

Check, please.

...low-pressure system that continues to build

400 miles off the Pacific Coast...

Trevor Reznik.

Furman's office. Now.

How are you doing, Reznik?

What's this about?

Frankly, I'm concerned about you.

To be honest, I think you look like toasted shit.

I've had a lot on my mind lately.

Anything we can help with?

No, thanks. It's nothing I can't handle.

- Want to see the doctor? - It's not necessary, I'm fine. Really.

Are you doing drugs, Reznik?

- Where's the shop steward? - He couldn't make it.

I shouldn't even be in here without a union rep.

- See what I mean? - Look, Trevor,

I understand how you feel.

Believe me, but there's absolutely nothing to worry about.

- Then I'll just get back to work. - Uh, Trevor, not yet.

I need to ask you for a UA.

Looks like rain.

Radio says there's a storm on the way.

Guess they're right.

I'd say it's already here.

You on the first shift?

- Yeah. - Me, too.

That's funny. I never seen you before.

I've been here.

I work in the pit. I just picked up Reynolds's shift.

Where's Reynolds?

Feds picked him up. Old warrant.

I'm Ivan.

Trevor.

Well, I guess I better be getting back.

I hear that Tucker guy can be a real prick.

You got that right.

I'll see you around.

What's wrong?

I just want to lie here.

We can do that.

I'm so tired.

You could fall asleep if you want, off the meter.

That's the problem. I can't sleep.

Nothing helps.

Mmm. Don't worry about it, honey.

Everyone gets insomnia now and then.

Stevie,

I haven't slept in a year.

Jesus Christ.

I tried him, too.

Sorry.

Hello?

Yeah. No, I can't... I can't talk now. Okay.

My ex. He's a fucking psycho.

Mmm. Trevor, I'm worried about you.

Don't worry, no one ever died of insomnia.

I hope not, you're my best client.

Can't afford to lose you.

Gee, thanks.

Reznik!

I need a hand.

Gotta get this bed level. Help me out.

- Safety on? - Yeah.

- How's that? - No. Still off.

That any better?

Hey, do your sleeping on your own time. I need some help here.

Better, but it's not level. Try the other side.

I hate this bitch.

Hey. What'd you do?

I'm hooked up here. Kill it, will you?

- Come on, kill it. - It's not working.

God damn it, Reznik. Shit.

- Kill it. - It's not working.

God. Jesus.

- Hit the breaker. - What?

Use the foot breaker.

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Hey. Hey. Hey, we need some help over here!

- We need some help. What happened?

Call an ambulance.

- Holy shit. - Come on, man, come on.

What happened here?

For Christ's sake, Tucker, call an ambulance.

- Don't worry, man... - What happened here?

I was helping him level the bed. I thought the safety was on.

You thought?

Somebody kill that fucking machine.

Jesus Christ, Tommy, stick with us, man.

Shit.

Hello, Mrs. Shrike, I've come with the rent.

And so early. Oh, Mr. Reznik,

I only wish all my tenants were as considerate as you.

I'll give you a receipt in the morning.

Good night, Mr. Reznik.

Uh, Mrs. Shrike, um, forgive me, but...

Have you noticed anyone hanging around my apartment?

- Has there been a burglary? - No, no, no, nothing like that.

I was just wondering if, you know,

you've noticed anything unusual lately?

Unusual?

Never mind, Mrs. Shrike.

I'm sorry to disturb you so late. Good night.

What we know is this.

One, Miller was operating the mill in long sleeves.

Two, Miller's arm was in the cutting zone of the mill while it was off.

Three, the mill suddenly activates,

catching Miller's sleeve, resulting in this.

What's the fucking point?

These accidents are never pretty, Mr. Reznik.

Our job is to investigate these events from every possible angle,

so that we might prevent their recurrence.

So we'd appreciate it if you'd be a bit more cooperative.