Betrayed Page #2

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- Garlic.

Garlic? You like garlic?

Yep. But if I eat too much, I get diarrhoea.

Do you ever get diarrhoea?

- I sure try not to.

- Is it fun riding up there?

- It is. You want a ride?

- Sure.

- ( CLASSICAL MUSIC )

- You got great music up here.

Wait till I tell Joey.

He's gonna get red-assed.

- Who's Joey?

- My brother.

- Hi, Shorty.

- Hi, Katie. How you doin'?

- Good.

- Good.

- Hi! I stuck my finger in the pot roast.

- Ooh, is it good?

Great. Grandma, Katie's here.

Hi. I'm Gladys. Gary's mom.

- Hi. Katie Phillips.

- That roast is all ready.

I don't know where the fellas are.

Probably tendin' to that poor old horse.

Sit yourself down.

Would you like somethin' to drink?

- She likes beer.

- Ah. I think I'll join you.

It's so darned hot.

She never lets me do anything.

She still thinks I'm a baby.

Our horse is real sick.

I hope she'll be OK.

Hi, Katie. This is my son Joey.

BOTH:
Pleasure to meet you.

There's the next President.

Ain't that a kick in the ass?

Is that what you wanna do

when you grow up?

Oh.

I'm announcing my candidacy because it's

time for someone to start telling the truth.

Who knows? Maybe, huh, Joey?

Sit down, please. Get comfortable.

- We have to return America...

- You can sit here.

...to real Americans.

That's the message

of the Jack Carpenter candidacy.

Well, he's kinda cute.

Him? He's a turkey.

They're all a bunch of turkeys.

(GOBBLES)

Hey, thanks, Mom.

Just what I wanted. Katie?

- I'll get another for myself.

- Oh.

...tried and tested in the bureaucratic

battlefield in Washington.

May I introduce Mr Robert Flynn.

- Bob?

- Thank you, Jack.

Bobby.

What this country desperately needs

is leadership.

And Jack Carpenter is a leader

who can put this country back on track.

Do you know... (CHOKES)

- Excuse me.

- That's OK.

Do you know him?

Nah.

Give us your best shot. We expect a lot of

your left-Iiberal barbs and we're ready.

- I'm really glad you came.

- Thanks.

You guys... Maybe you oughta wash

your hands before dinner or somethin'?

Mm. This tastes so good.

Do you think I could have

some more potatoes?

- She's still growin'. Eats like a mule.

- Well, she looks growed just fine to me.

Me too.

- Did you really give her a ride?

- I told you he was gonna get red-assed.

Young lady, I'm just gonna

wash your mouth out with soap.

- Daddy says it.

- Well, Daddy's a man.

Can you give me a ride sometime too?

- She's real busy. She got work to do.

- Sure I can, Joey.

Thanks! Can she ride on the

merry-go-round with us tomorrow too?

- GARY:
Don't know why not, if...

- Neato! That's neato!

(CLEARS THROAT)

Before you excuse yourself, young man,

you help Grandma clear the table.

We got white cake later, if you want.

- Oh, I love white cake.

- I do hate those store-bought cakes.

All smell of the Cellophane

they're wrapped in.

I always bake my cakes from scratch.

No matter if anybody else does.

- Not just cake, but everything's changing.

- Don't get yourself all riled up, Mom.

- You know it ain't right.

- You know I know it, Mom.

It just ain't the same country

I grew up in, that's all.

The bad just pushes out the good.

- There's filth and trash everyplace.

- Mom.

Sorry. I'll just go and get my white cake.

Well, it's hard around here.

Old people losing their past.

Young people losing their farms.

- Nobody does anything about it.

- I know. I grew up in a town just like this.

- Was that picture taken in...

- Oh.

- Mom, I asked you not to put this out.

- Well, I like it.

Hey, this is the best white cake

in the whole white world, isn't it?

- You hush.

- It is.

( BAND MUSIC )

(SCREAMING)

(SQUEALS) Yeah!

- No, more, Dad!

- Aaah!

Yes!

KATIE:
Oh, let's go by Uncle Sam.

- GARY:
I'll take one of you guys together.

- OK, smile.

Smile!

Great.

- Here you are, darlin'.

- Oh, wait, Shorty. Let me get your picture.

You taste these, you're gonna

leave this big ugly thing for me.

- How long you been drivin' combines?

- It's just only my first year.

- Do you like it?

- I like travellin' around meetin' people.

- But I don't like the motels much.

- I can understand that.

- Thank you.

- Hey, Lyle. You know Katie?

- Yeah.

- Lyle went way back with my dad.

There was a real man for you. He could

eat a bear for breakfast and sh*t bullets.

How do you know he sh*t bullets, Lyle?

- Your mouth full of obscenities again?

- Hiya, Reverend.

- Hey, I got somethin' for you, Reverend.

- Hey!

There's the old quarterback.

Hey, Gary!

When the hell are we gonna go huntin'?

I'm gettin' rusty.

I don't know, Buster,

but I'll let you know.

- You ever been huntin'?

- When I was young, my daddy took me.

I got cherry bombs,

snappin' crackers and big nukes.

Hellfire, Buster, you got enough stuff there

to blow up the town on the Fourth of July.

Government's found a new way

to put the farmers back on their feet.

- How's that, Shorty?

- It's gonna take away the pick-ups.

Say, why are you taking all the pictures?

I always take a lot of pictures.

I got a whole album of 'em at home.

What is the matter with you, Wes? Scared

your face is gonna bust the camera?

(SCREAMS OF DELIGHT)

(CROWD SINGS "AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL")

- You ain't gonna invite me in, are you?

- No.

It ain't time yet, is it?

Well, you better go in, or else I'm gonna

end up making your bed or somethin'.

Hey, girl. Happy Independence Day.

(PHONE)

Hello. Yes.

They're all in the barn.

It's Beauty. She's too sick.

Daddy said we're gonna

have to put her to sleep.

Please, Dad, we don't have to.

She'll be OK. She'll be all right, Dad.

- Katie, tell him, please. Katie, tell him!

- I can't watch it.

(GUNSHOT)

I gotta go. My mama's gonna have

an operation. I just got a call.

- When are you comin' back?

- Couple of days.

I can't get any work done anyway.

It's gonna take a while for it to dry out.

- Where are you goin'?

- Her mom's sick. She's goin' home.

- Ain't you gonna give me my ride?

- Sure she is, Joey.

- You promise?

- I promise.

I'm sorry about Beauty, Gary.

Katie, we'll be waitin' for you.

Weaver.

Put your tag on, Miss Weaver.

- ...his, uh, his father.

- No, please.

You say no, but we all do.

Gary Simmons's father, sir.

His father joined

the Sons of Liberty in 1978.

He refused to pay his taxes. The IRS went

after him. They put a lien on his farm.

His father hung himself. His wife

divorced him, moved to California.

She was killed in a hit-and-run accident.

The driver was never apprehended.

Her body was so badly bruised,

we believe the driver reversed

and drove over her again.

Can we put him

out in California at the time?

We are still working on it.

He almost won the Medal of Honor

when he ran into a VC bunker

and killed five Vietcong

after being wounded.

He did win a medal for being wounded.

- He did win a medal for a wound.

- What did you find, Weaver?

She hasn't found anything yet,

sir, but we're still...

I don't believe there is anything to find.

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