Grandview U.S.A. Page #5

Because they want to build

a Country Club there.

It's all right here, they wanna build

a golf course and a club house.

You not only blew my ass

out of the water, Mr. Smart Guy,

you blew your own ass sky-high.

If this deal falls through

and I'm left holding the bag,

I am bankrupt, busted, kaput.

Can we have a word with you,

Roger?

Uh, yeah, I'll be right with you,

George.

Oh, goddamn it to hell.

This was my dream,

you and me sitting pretty

with our own development

of fine homes

surrounding a private country club

with a state-of-the-an golf course.

And now, thanks to you,

I have a half a dozen chicken farms

surrounding a goddamn

demolition derby.

Honesty's the best policy,

remember that one, Dad?

Liars are losers,

remember that one, Dad?

Why you little...

We'll finish this at home.

No, we'll finish it here,

because I'm not going home.

And there's got to be a way

to smooth things down.

You okay?

Yeah, thanks.

Where you going?

I'm just going.

Look, I appreciate what you did.

I mean it.

I'm going to Ruby's.

You want a hamburger?

Why did you do it?

Do what?

Save my ass like that.

This stuffs terrible.

Tasty but terrible.

When I was in high school,

we started this big rumor

that the burgers here

were made out of horse meat.

- Horse meat?

- Mm-hm.

Business sort of slacked off here

for a while.

- Would you do me a favor?

- Sure.

If I gave you the money,

would you buy me a bottle of wine?

Thanks, Kay.

- Your change is in the sack.

- Thank you.

- So, what are you gonna do?

- Get smashed.

- At home?

- Are you kidding?

Where you gonna go?

Probably to the park.

You know,

if you need a place to crash...

I'll be all right.

Okay. Thanks.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

Hey!

You got a corkscrew at your place?

So where did you get this?

- California.

- California?

I used to live there

with my husband.

You're married?

Divorced.

Hit the spot?

Yeah.

So how old are you?

Twenty-seven.

Are you sensitive about your age?

No.

You just don't like

to talk about it, right?

Right.

Why did you come back here?

In California,

everybody's from someplace else.

Everybody from here is from here.

I like that.

I like this town.

I like this town too,

it's just I can't do what I want here.

- So is this you?

- What?

This picture.

Yeah. When I was a little girl,

my dad told me that I was

the last living descendant

of Wild Bill Cody, I should be proud.

Something to brag about, he said.

When I was about 13,

I did some digging.

Found out

that there was a Buffalo Bill Cody

and a Wild Bill Hickcock.

Whoever the hell Wild Bill Cody was,

he wasn't my relative.

I was just Mike Cody.

And my old man was full of beans.

You know,

I never told him I knew that.

I never did.

Do you want to drive in the derby

tomorrow night?

I don't have a car.

I got cars.

Yeah. All right.

- Mike.

- Here I come.

Toro, toro, come on.

Come on, get in.

Hey, wait a minute.

Yeah.

Never hit the driver's door,

it's like a gentlemen's agreement.

What?

Good morning, Grandview.

Temperature's 72 degrees,

it's 7:
00 am.

Just a reminder

that an the float entries

for tomorrow's big

Memorial Day parade

must be registered

with the Chamber of Commerce

before noon today.

And, boy, it's gonna be

a swell parade this year.

Don't you ever get tired?

I got a lot of hormones.

Yeah, well, my hormones

are all worn out.

So, what are you going to do?

Right now? Today?

And tomorrow and the next day.

There's this guy I know up in Chicago,

he runs this, uh, scuba diving school.

I figured I'd go up there and get a job

and then I want to go to Florida

to do this dolphin study thing.

Why don't you just go straight

to Florida?

Because I would be lucky

to swing the bus ticket to Chicago.

What?

I forgot the advantages

of being an 18-year-old girl.

Doing it in cars?

Doing it with 18-year-old guys.

You expecting somebody?

They're here to pick up the cars.

I'm selling all my cars. Sh*t, I forgot.

All right, all right, hold your horses.

Hold yours too.

- Slam.

- Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty.

What are you doing here?

I woke up this morning,

got dressed, drove over to Ruby's

like I've done

a million goddamn times,

especially since Candy couldn't

cook anything that wasn't frozen

or sealed in petroleum byproducts,

and I suddenly realized that I would

rather eat a maggot casserole

than gag on one more chili dog.

So here we got the makings of a real

old-fashioned American breakfast.

We got bacon,

we got eggs, real eggs,

we got spuds for some home fries,

we got orange juice,

we got Maxwell House coffee,

good to the last drop,

and last but not least,

Hillbilly Bread, it's colossal.

None of this whole wheat

hippie rabbit food bullshit.

Just plain old white bread.

Sh*t, goddamn, you're making it

with a high school kid?

Calm down.

What the hell

am I supposed to do, huh?

Make breakfast in bed

for the two of you?

All you had to do was call first.

Sure, so you could hand me

some crap about being busy.

I'm so f***ing dumb.

That's the reason you couldn't

go outwith me last night?

No, that's not why.

Bullshit.

Look, I'm sorry. Can we just talk?

You piss me off!

Hey, back to work.

Kind of messed things up for you,

didn't I?

It's not your fault.

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

He gets kind of mad, doesn't he?

He was born mad.

I'm really sorry.

I...

I'm gonna go into town.

- Take the tow truck.

- It's okay, I can hitch.

No, it's okay, I have to stick around

here all day anyway.

Pull out the choke.

You want anything from town?

Nope.

See you later.

Ain't sex great?

Move it.

School is out!

You all right?

Where the hell have you been?

Thought you had an accident

or got sick or drunk or went dippy

and jumped into the water.

And what is this business about

ditching your last day of school?

I'm leaving, Dad.

I'm catching the bus to Chicago.

That's the way it ends,

I mean, you just, uh...

You run away?

No, I'm just leaving.

Look, Tim.

All right,

maybe I went a bit overboard

and I did things

the way I shouldn't have

and you got a right to be mad.

I don't know what to say.

Look, business is hard,

sometimes you get off center

and you screw up.

All right, I'm sorry, damn it,

I am sorry.

Look, give ISU a year,

just a year, give it a shot

and after that we'll talk about

the, uh, oceanography thing.

No, thanks.

Well, damn it,

what's wrong with this town anyway?

Nothing, and maybe I'll come back

here sometime, Dad.

But if I do, it'll be because I want to,

not because I'm afraid

of the rest of the world.

That's what I hate about Grandview,

is all the bull that says:

"Don't go out there, you won't make it,

they'll eat you alive."

Well, I don't buy it.

That's my valedictory speech.

This is the

answering machine of Candy Webster.

Ernie Webster no longer resides

at this number.

- Thank God.

- Son of a b*tch.

So just wait for the beep

and leave a message. Bye.

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