Out of the Furnace

Goddamn.

You OK?

The goddamn food is making me sick.

You gonna be able to drive?

This fucker drives itself.

You think that's funny?

You think that's funny?!

Give me that hot dog.

- I'm just about to eat it. - Give me that fucking hot dog.

Open.

What are you doing?

Open your fucking mouth.

- You're making me uncomfortable. - Open it!

- (WHIMPERS) - Open your fucking mouth.

Get that fucking thing in there.

- Take it. All of it. That's it. - (COUGHING)

Fucking whore.

Everybody all right over here?

- Hey, mind your business, pal. - (COUGHING)

Yeah, when you slap a woman around,

it is my business, pal.

Stay out of my shit, motherfucker.

That's Mr. Motherfucker to you.

- Harlan, come on. No, don't. - Yeah, come on.

Harlan?

Harlan...

I don't want no trouble.

- Harlan! - Yeah, you already started...

- (GRUNTING) - Harlan, stop!

Come on, don't! Stop!

Harlan!

Stop it! Stop! Stop it!

Stop it!

The fuck out of there!

Fucking whore!

Yeah, you want a problem?

Huh?!

Get back in your fucking car!

Somebody call 911!

Hey, bring it in!

Come on, six.

- Come on, six. - (PHONE RINGING)

Come on, six.

Oh, he's pulling up on the fucking reins.

Why is he pulling up on the fucking reins?!

God fucking...

Are you kidding me?

Hey, man, is this...

That was race eight right there on TV two?

- Are you sure? - Yes.

- You looking at it? - Isn't that what I said?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Man, what are you doing here?

- What are you doing here? - Huh?

What are you doing here?

You playing the ponies now?

Well, I don't know. Just trying to make a little dough.

Son of a bitch.

- (CHUCKLING) - What, man? Gonna give me some shit?

I ain't giving you shit. I'm just wondering

where you're getting the money to bet with.

- Borrowed it. - Yeah?

Yeah.

Who from?

Huh?

- Who from? - John Petty.

Motherfucker gave me a tip, it didn't pay off.

Well, of course he did.

How much he loan you?

I don't even know.

You don't even know? You know. How much?

How much?

Fifteen hundred.

Fuck me, Rodney.

Where you gonna get that money to pay him back with, huh?

And what else you gonna owe him?

You got a check coming in from somewhere or...?

- No. - You know, 'cause I ain't

got that kind of cash lying around to bail you out.

Well, I didn't ask for you to bail me out. No. Don't fuck around with John Petty.

I'm not fucking around with him.

He gave me a fucking tip, it didn't pay off.

Come on, man. Don't give me this shit.

- (GRUNTS) - (LAUGHING)

Hey, uh, tell Dad that, um...

I'll be by before work tomorrow.

All right.

- (ENGINE STARTING) - And, you know, just...

Don't go.

If I could stay, I would.

Then stay.

Leaving you ain't easy, girl.

Or I'll stay. I'll stay until you get back.

What time do you get off?

Working a double.

- Seriously? - Yeah.

Russell, you work too much.

Got to bring home the bacon

to fatten you up.

You, you little Skinny Minnie.

My Skinny Minnie.

- (CHUCKLES) - Skinny Minnie.

No, I want you to fatten me up with a baby.

Want to run away somewhere?

Don't change the subject.

I want to run away somewhere.

Let's do it.

- Where? - I don't know.

I've never been east of Scranton, but...

- I'm gonna fatten you up. - (LAUGHING) Stop.

Uncle Red.

Hey, buddy, how are you?

Saw your truck.

Hey, Dad.

Hey, how you doing?

- OK. - I'm here.

That's why I'm OK.

You're hot.

Your hand's so cold.

That feel good? - Yeah.

His fever?

Yeah, it's Still high.

Hey, you want to get a drink later?

Yeah. Where?

John Petty's?

- How's Lena? Oh, she's good.

Keeping me in check.

- Big job. - (CHUCKLING) Yeah.

You know?

Well, give her a hug for me.

You bet, dirty old bastard.

All right, Pops, I got to go to work.

All right.

I'll see you later.

- You'll come back, huh? - Oh, yeah.

I always come back.

- I love you. Me, too.

- Keep your hands warm. - OK.

Hey, thanks for coming by.

See you, Russ.

I have come here tonight

to stand with you,

to change America,

to restore its future,

to rise to our best ideals

and to elect Barack Obama

president of the United States.

I'm afraid we're about to lose another Kennedy.

God bless him. You want another?

No, I'm good.

No, Rodney was supposed to meet me here half hour ago.

Oh, yeah, how is old Rodney?

He seems awfully quiet last few times he was here.

Yeah, he stop-lossed again.

- He's going back next month. - Ahh...

Those poor sons of guns. They're holding them against their will.

They're gonna run them into the ground, they're not careful.

Don't get me started.

Well, if he turns up,

you tell him I headed home to see Lena?

- Sure. - All right.

Oh, hey, I got this one.

Whoa, thanks, Dan.

Is, uh... Is John in?

I just, you know, need to bend his ear.

Uh, he had someone back there earlier,

but, uh, I think they might be gone.

- All right if I... - Yeah.

If I have to come all the way down here again, I swear to God,

I'll gut your fucking ass, cunt.