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When Rodney Baze mysteriously disappears and law enforcement doesn't follow through fast enough, his older brother, Russell, takes matters into his own hands to find justice.
Rodney Baze Jr.: I should have popped that motherfucker. John Petty: That would be the last motherfucker you ever popped. Rodney Baze Jr.: Am I supposed to be scared of him because he sucks on a lollipop?
Russell Baze: You got a problem with me? Harlan DeGroat: I got a problem with everybody.
Lena Taylor: You're staying at your Dad's? Russell Baze: Yeah. I'm trying to give it some life. Lena Taylor: I went to his funeral. Russell Baze: I know. Thank you, that was important to me. Thank you. Lena Taylor: You're back at the mill? Russell Baze: Just can't get enough of it. You know? Lena Taylor: I heard they are gonna close it. Russell Baze: Yeah, looks like it. It's cheaper to... uh, get steel from China. God, I've missed you so much. I've missed you so much. I was hoping... that uh... we could work it out. You know? The things that were keeping us apart. And, you know, take that next step. That's what I wanna do, with you. Because, uh... I can't be without you, Lena. I can't. Lena Taylor: I am pregnant. Russell Baze: Okay. Wow. Wow! You uh... That's uh... that's wonderful news. Lena Taylor: It is? Russell Baze: Yeah. That's wonderful news. I am really happy for you, Lena. I really am. That's wonderful news. You're gonna be a hell of a mom. Wow, you're gonna be a hell of a mom. Lena Taylor: I'm so sorry. I have to go. Russell Baze: Yeah. Okay.
Rodney Baze Jr.: Working for a living? I gave my life for this country and what's it done for me? Huh? What's it done for me?
Russell Baze: Come work at the mill. I told you Roach would give you a job. Rodney Baze Jr.: No, man, I'd rather be fucking dead. Fuck the mill. Russell Baze: Fuck the mill. I work at the mill, you little fucker. It's good enough for me, it was good enough for our dad. Rodney Baze Jr.: The fucking mill killed our dad!
Russell Baze: [about jail] Could be worse. Rodney Baze Jr.: How could it be worse? Russell Baze: Well. I could've gone to Iraq with you. Rodney Baze Jr.: No shit. Russell Baze: No shit. Rodney Baze Jr.: I asked Lena to come down here, she said some bullshit about not wanting to see you like this. Russell Baze: She would. She doesn't like this place very good... Rodney Baze Jr.: She doesn't like this place? What, is there someone that likes this place? Russell Baze: Just give her a break. What about you, you still seeing the... the... "woof-woof...? Woof-woof! Down!" [he makes more dog sounds, and they both laugh] Rodney Baze Jr.: Oh man... I almost forgot about her. Thanks a lot.
Russell Baze: It sounds like they're not doing a goddamn thing. Now, either you're all afraid to go in there... or, uh... you just don't give a shit. Chief Wesley Barnes: You're walking down the wrong road. I said I'm into it, and I said I'll handle it. Don't make this personal. You need to stay out of my business. Russell Baze: Stay out of your business. Stay out of your business. You know what? While I was away, it seems that all that you was into was my business. Chief Wesley Barnes: So that's what this is, you got a problem with me. Russell Baze: Yeah, I got a problem with you.
Rodney Baze Jr.: [voice-over] Russ, I'm sorry about the other day. I know you're looking out for me. But you gotta understand that I'm different than I was before I left. And I think that I always will be. I can't explain how exactly. My head is just full of stuff and I can't get it out. But I'm gonna turn things around. I'm gonna do this one last fight and then I'll be done. Then I'm gonna shovel asphalt or dig for coal or I'll work with you and Roach at the mill. I'll do anything. I'm gonna get things back on track. I promise. I love you, man. I'll see you tomorrow when I get back.
Russell Baze: Hey, how you doing? Rodney Baze Sr.: Okay. Russell Baze: I'm here. Rodney Baze Sr.: That's why I'm okay.
Harlan DeGroat: I want my fucking money, Petty. You hear me, you fucking cunt. Give me my fucking money. I don't give a shit how you get it, give me it. You fucking cunt. John Petty: Now, will you calm down. I'll get you the money, Harlan. I'm fixin' for a fight this week. Harlan DeGroat: You've been saying that but you've been fuckin' jerkin' me off. Give me my fucking money, you cunt.
Harlan DeGroat: Where's my fucking money?
Russell Baze: There's nothing wrong with working for a living. Rodney Baze Jr.: Working for a living? What do you call this, motherfucker? [shows long scar on his belly] Rodney Baze Jr.: Is that working for a living? Huh? Is it working for a living when a carried my best friend's legs under this arm, and the rest of him under this arm? I saw a fucking baby with his fucking head cut off. I saw a fucking pile of feet in the middle of the street, and I had to clean it up. I gave my fucking life for my country. That's not work?
Rodney Baze Jr.: [about Harlan] Am I supposed to be scared of him 'cause he sucks on a lollipop?