Cut Bank

Mrs. Margaret.

- Oh, look at that pretty broach.

- Aren't you so kind?

You have yourself a lovely day,

Mr. Georgie Wits.

Remember when we promised we'd wait

till you graduated to get out of here?

Yeah.

You been out...

three years now.

But the situation changed.

Got your daddy to take care of.

Well...

I wish I could put him

in one of them homes.

That ain't true.

I wish I could put him into one of them homes

and just make my peace with him.

There's what... 3,000 people live here?

I know 'em all. By face, at least.

They smile at me, caring for my dad.

They'll turn on me in a heartbeat,

they find out I wanna bail.

Everybody's in everybody's business.

Hey. Come on.

- You can be sad, Dwayne.

- I ain't sad.

I'm bothered.

Hey! Sh*t-heads.

Can't you see there's a whole big field

there to throw your ball around on?

Yeah, but ain't you pervin' right now?

Piss off, both of ya!

For me?

Thank you, ma'am.

- Come on. Give it another go. Video's on.

- I'm not ready, Dwayne. I need a rehearsal.

There's no time for a rehearsal.

Sun's fallin'.

I feel stupid, Dwayne.

Well, you look like a starlet.

- Really?

- Yeah. Just like Natalie Wood.

Think on it like it's just me and you

practicing in your room, okay?

I'll video the rehearsal.

Okay.

Hi! Welcome to Cut Bank, Montana,

where the Rockies meet the Plains.

My name's Cassandra Steeley,

and I'd like to show you my town

full of cheer and wonted kindness.

Here we're surrounded by miles

and miles of wheat and canola fields

and soaring mountains.

There's a Blackfoot Indian reservation

close by that gives us

rich cultural diversity.

- Cut Bank's a treasure from a bygone ti...

- Get down!

Dwayne!

Stay down.

Oh, sh*t.

...soaring mountains.

There's a Blackfoot Indian reservation

close by that gives us

rich cultural diversity.

Cut Bank's a treasure

from a bygone ti...

That ain't it. He shoots him again.

Imaginin' suits me.

Already more disappointin'

- than I'd like to think on.

- Dinner's ready!

- We should call Sheriff Vogel.

- Like this instant.

- We can drive down to see him.

- Dinner's ready.

All right. We're comin'.

Daddy, we just seen a manslaughter.

Go sit yourselves down to eat,

and I'll phone the sheriff.

- Thanks, Big Stan.

- Call me "sir."

And no mention of this

over the table, okay?

You and me and the sheriff

will talk it over when he comes.

- Big Stan.

- Roland.

Ought I insist once and again you call me

Sheriff Vogel? Or you old of the ear?

I see you're still fingerin'

that fairy furry thing.

'Bout time to let childhood

romances go, don't you think?

It's just my key chain, Stan. You sure

you still ain't hangin' on to somethin'?

- Hiya, Sheriff Vogel.

- Evenin', Barb.

- Can I get you men some pie?

- Won't be necessary.

I'd appreciate some.

- Dwayne?

- Thank you, ma'am.

Mr. Dwayne McClaren. How are you, son?

- Okay, sir.

- How's your daddy?

Same pretty much, but he's okay.

Ever tell you 'bout the time

that he saved me

from gettin' whooped by Fred

and George Little back in school?

Made me look like a champ

in front of Celine Towers.

Celine was very pretty.

Gave me the grit

to ask her out after that.

He's a good man.

Pass along my best to him, will you?

Yes, sir.

So, we got ourselves

a video of a murder?

Yes, sir.

All right then.

Hi! Welcome to Cut Bank, Montana,

where the Rockies meet the Plains.

My name's Cassandra Steeley,

and I'd like to show you my town

full of cheer and wonted kindness.

Here we're surrounded my miles

and miles of wheat and canola fields

and soaring mountains.

There's a Blackfoot Indian

reservation close by

that gives us a rich cultural diversity.

- Cut Bank's a treasure from a bygone ti...

- Get down!

Dwayne!

That, indeed, is the taking

of a human life.

First murder this town has ever seen.

Excuse me just one second.

- You all right, Sheriff Vogel?

- Dinner ain't sittin' well is all.

That was Georgie Wits.

Mailman and beloved town acquaintance.

Hell, I never knew him.

Seemed awfully friendly though.

I'll have Mimi dub a copy

for Mrs. Margaret tomorrow first thing.

- Sorry.

- My shift ends at 9:00.

- Put us in for overtime.

- Any more of this, and I quit.

You're almost out.

Damn thing suits you better

than it does me.

Match, look at your face!

You're afraid.

Match, give it up!

It was a joke, okay? I'm sorry!

I didn't mean to burn you.

Does that hurt?

Jesus, practice a little self-control.

Get a grip.

We're 15 miles from town.

Nobody gonna see us.

Oh, nice. Well, let's just

read each other's minds.

Be pretty short for me to read yours.

Money?

Lookit. You want it now, you got it.

Five grand. It's all right here.

Truck make it back to the garage okay?

Very good. Anybody see you?

You cut up the truck pretty good.

Anything left?

Mail? No, no. You were supposed

to torch the mail. You know that.

That was part of the original deal.

I'm sorry, pal. You're not gettin' this.

Jesus.

It's yours, it's yours. I'm not one

to go back on a deal. You know that.

I like you. It's a joke.

God. Give me a hug.

Jesus!

F***in' Native.

Wait!

Wait, Dwayne! Wait!

Wait up!

It true about your murder video?

Let me see that thing.

You ought to stop snacking on them Ho Hos,

you got a chance of makin' Pop Warner ball.

- Well, I'm faster than him.

- No, you aren't.

Well, let's see then.

Set. Hut!

I just received the video, and I alerted

Postal Inspection Services immediately.

While it don't feel fittin',

I was just about to watch this.

So if you'll excuse me just a second...

Now, why would someone

do something like that?

Georgie Wits was a nice man. Harmless.

Canadian, even.

What do I need to do?

Oh, I took care of it.

They told me that Postal Inspection Services

should be here before week's end.

This troubles my heart so deeply.

A woman my age ain't meant to carry that.

Okay. Thanks.

Derby Milton.

Your granddaughter ought to take that

insurance confirmation to the post office.

She can get reimbursed for it and make you

a new album at no extra cost.

- A sad condition here that we're wearin'.

- Yeah.

How now!

Derby Milton? That you?

I thought you was dead, son.

You oughta wash

that cabin boy costume more.

Smells like medicines and insects.

Well, Derby.

Ain't you become ever so handsome.

What can I do you for?

I'm...

waiting on a parcel.

You ain't heard? They murdered the mailman.

Out there on Highway 358.

Where's the mail?

They kidnapped it. No sign of Georgie.

No mail. No truck.

It might come tomorrow. I'm sorry.

I promise he'll return

your call, Mrs. Margaret.

No need to keep callin'.

- Mornin', Mimi.

- Sheriff.

Killer is drivin' a dually, so let's run

a search through the D.M.V of the F-350s

and the Chevy and Dodge 3500s in Glacier

and the neighboring counties. What's this?

Department statement. News stations been

callin' all mornin'. Need you to sign it.

What on earth would possess a person

to put six tires on a truck that size?

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