Holler

Stay out of my goddamn trash!

Get in.

Come on.

All right, stop.

- Throw it on the scale. - I'll be there

about six o'clock if you wanna bring the cars over.

I won't have time to break them down for parts today, okay.

I'll pull them

- to the weigh station - There you go.

and I'll have one of my boys come out.

And I'll talk to you soon.

- There you go. - Thanks man.

Is that it?

Yeah, that's the new price.

Fuck, man, we brought in more than this last week, Hark.

Okay, well, you can take your cans

and you can go to another junk yard.

My sister and me are behind on the rent.

Well, then start bringing in more pop cans.

All right, thanks.

We're going to bring jobs

to Ohio.

It can be summed up in three very beautiful words,

jobs, jobs, jobs.

Maintenance to line four

for repairs, maintenance to line four.

- Well, oh, hey. - Hey there.

- How goes, Linda? - Oh you know

- Morning. - Making the money, honey.

Hey, stop by my house later, I put the old washer on the porch,

it should be worth something.

Yes, ma'am.

Here eat this, eat this and you got your thermos, right.

I'll eat the pretzels.

- Hey beautiful. - My feet are killing me.

- You sell a lot this morning? - Yeah, a little bit.

- Hey Tonya, my smokes. - You said I could have one.

Yeah, one, not chow down on my menthols

like a goddamn snack pack.

Can you believe this girl.

Shit.

I heard Phil talking to management the other day.

Oh don't go getting rumor mill started, Levi.

Seems like this overseas company's buying up.

You did not hear that.

Last thing I need to do is go in front of a judge

and have to explain why I can't pay my child support.

Yeah, well stop having so many goddamn kids then.

Oh hell, Linda, they can bury me with this place.

You will be buried in this place.

- What? - Nothing.

Blaze, I'm gonna be late.

Okay.

Your brother take his test to work here yet?

He's studying for it.

I miss having your mom around here.

I got them to keep her at the county jail

until she agrees to rehab.

- Thank you. - Uh-huh.

You oughta think about putting an application in here.

Don't listen to him.

Have you always been a grumpy bitch, Linda?

Yeah, you bring out in me, Levi,

just like my second husband.

Hey, tell Rhonda that everybody here is rooting for her.

- Thank you, Linda. - Okay.

- Thanks, Linda. - Bye, baby.

- See you around, let's go. - You guys be good.

- Yep. - Dude, she's nasty.

No, she's not, don't start, Ruth, seriously.

What the fuck did you just say about me?

She's fucked everyone on third shift

that's why she's back on third.

You think you're better than me?

You blew a cop for a set of acrylics.

Hey, Ruth, come on, hey go.

Well, you think

you're better than me, why don't you come here and say that to my face?

I'll call you.

- Goddamn it, Ruth. - Fucking bitch.

Anything? What?

It looks like a paternity test.

What, what test?

It's got your name on it.

Let me see.

The mail is not here yet, it's old,

- you gotta wrap it up, bro. - All right, thanks, smart-ass.

Hey, Crystal.

I really need that take home test.

I know, I got you, I'm gonna go inside.

Hey, Bella.

I'll just swing by later and get it then.

- Okay, see you. - All right, bye.

- Hey. - Hey.

- up. - Here's that.

Thank you.

Hi, Bella, hi.

This is some smart shit.

How many credits do you have left?

Just this one class and then the high school

mails the diploma but like I really need algebra

to work line four.

No, no, I don't need any money.

No, it's from Mom's purse, seriously, here take it.

Thank you.

- I miss you at school. - Yeah, yeah.

- See you next week. - See you next week.

- Pleasure doing business. - Later.

- Show me the bag. - Why?

- Open the bag, Ruth. - Don't touch my bag!

- Get off me! - Miss Avery!

And she stole one last week too.

You won't let me check them out.

Because you have bad attendance.

Six times she's been to the resource officer this year.

If I was one of your football players,

we wouldn't have this conversation.

It's because I'm an Avery.

Ruth, we believe you could be anything you want.

Well, I don't wanna be in this room anymore,

so can I be that?

Hands on the wall.

You don't have permission to put me in here,

you have to have permission.

What am I supposed to do?

Come on out,

Mom will be thrilled you're on time today.

- You gave them permission? - Yep.

Come on back.

Hi, you look tired.

I feel tired, I've been working all day.

You look it.

What, I don't get nothing?

- You seeing anyone? - No, just talking.

- Just talking. - Hmm-mm.

Hmm-mm, you better be just talking.

I don't want you to go knocking up a factory girl

and making a grandma out of me while I'm in this place.

You can always go to the clinic.

I wanna be in my own bed.

Rehabs are all full right now, Mom,

you know, you just gotta stay positive, that's all.

I'm positive, I'm a positive person, are you positive?

Yeah, I'm positive, yeah.

Linda says hi, she was saying that there's a clinic

down in Florida that you should check out.

I mean, you might as well just look at it, Mom,

it's better than county jail, right?

They found a head about 10 miles from here last week,

a human head, okay, go find that guy,

put that person in jail,

I'm in here trying to get clean

and everybody thinks I'm a criminal,

- Mom. - and now even my own son

is trying to send me away.

Nobody thinks you're a criminal.

If I'm in here they do.

Not half a head, a whole head.

I heard the lesbian talking about it last week.

- Not a lesbian. - You look it.

Mom, stop.

- You're awfully quiet. - I've got nothing to say.

I was thinking that when I get out of here

that I would come back and stay with you two.

We'll see, yeah.

Well, I'll be out in 30 days and I'm clean now so.

- Mom. - You should test my piss.

- Mom. - Test my piss.

Make the lesbian get a cup, I'll pee in it.

Mom.

Listen, you can either go to Florida

or you can stay with Linda at the end of 30 days, all right,

and that's what we gotta do, okay?

No, I supposed we don't have to decide anything right now.

- I love you, Mom. - I love you too.

- What is this? - Let me see.

- Oh my god. - What is it?

Oh my god.

- Where is the school? - Hey.

- Oh my god. - What?

Oh my fucking god.

- Get off me! - You just got into college.

I didn't apply to college.

Oh, what the hell's your problem?

You going through my shit, that is my problem.

What, you don't wanna go,

you're living it up big here, huh?

Why'd you fill out the whole application

if you didn't wanna go, why'd you fill out the whole essay

and everything?

It wasn't yours to turn in, Blaze.

- Are you kidding me? - Hey, hey,

- keep it down over there! - Hey, but Vick,

Ruthie just got into college.

- Well, good for her! - That is so embarrassing.

Keep your fucking voices down!

Why did you fill it out, if you didn't wanna go?

There's nothing I can learn in school

that I can't learn here.

You can have a life there.