Mean Dreams Page #2

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No good, how?

It's how

he treats his daughter.

I understand you two have become

pretty close, am I correct?

Yes sir.

And this complaint of yours;

Wouldn't have anything to do

with a potential complaint

of his about you spending

all day and night

with her, would it?

No.

But he has made

such an objection?

I saw

him beat her.

And he went on afterward

to drown me half to death.

Well that doesn't

sound quite right.

But what puzzles

me about this, you see,

is that kids are

a product of their parents.

Now Casey's bout the

sweetest, happiest little girl

these old eyes

ever seen.

And considerin' her momma ain't

been around for some time,

I credit

sergeant caraway

with the type of young

lady she's become.

Now, regardin' all this

hitting and drowning,

I'll surely look into it,

cause that's my job,

but I will tell you this:

You ain't Casey's family.

You might

share spit and secrets,

but the two of you's

don't share blood.

And the only business

you have with her,

is what her

father says so.

You go on now.

Well, hell boy.

I was on

the fence 'bout you.

But it's official now.

I like you.

Got a

pretty good pair

considerin' they

ain't dropped yet.

Course that being said,

get off my property.

You ain't welcome.

You're a bad man.

Oh, is that so?

And what's your idea of

a good man, your daddy?

Huh?

Some hard bum who keeps his

family locked up on his ranch

like it's a damn tomb.

He don't

beat on us.

Never laid a finger.

That's cause

he's a coward.

You don't know

nothin' about him.

That's where

you're wrong, son.

You see there are two

kinds of men in this world:

Your daddy and me.

Now, way I see it, you've got

two options and I'm sorry to say

not either of 'em involves

you having a friendship

with my baby girl.

Option number one: We be civil,

as all neighbors oughta be.

We see each other

in town, we nod, smile,

be on our

respective ways.

Option number two: I make life

for your family a living hell.

One little phone call

'bout violated regulations

and I'll have land inspectors

so far up your daddy's ass

the cattle will be

impressed how hard he shits.

You keep coming over here,

doing what you do--

and I'll know which option

you've chosen for yourself.

And your family.

Pa.

Yeah.

Shhh.

Don't shush me.

Well damn it elbert I'm right

in the middle of this thing.

You're always

right in the middle--

pa.

What?!

Can I talk to you?

Porch.

Well?

It's Mr. caraway sir.

Casey's daddy.

What about him?

I saw

him hit Casey.

And when I tried to protect her,

he dragged me outside

and held

my head in a basin.

What do you mean--

when you

tried to protect her?

I ran

inside the house.

I tried to protect her.

Well that was a pretty

damn foolish thing to do

now wasn't it?

What the hell was

i s'posed to do, pa?

Just watch

him beat on her?

Now it probably

wasn't like that.

He's a

man of the law.

I ain't sayin' that

makes him a Saint,

I'm sayin' it ain't up

to us to judge.

You need to be smart

in this life, son.

Think before you act.

You don't go running into

a man's house uninvited

and start

attacking him.

And a

police officer no less.

You have any idea

the reign of sh*t

that man can bring down

on this family!

She needs help.

Pa.

Gotta do something.

Like what?

Run over

there throwin' punches?

The only thing that'll do is

wind me up in the drunk tank

with a court date.

You are a coward.

Yeah.

You know,

you and your momma

oughta take a little

trip sometime.

Cause this world

will eat you up whole.

And I'll tell you something else

you ever talk to me like this--

Jonas:
Copy Casey?

Casey? You there?

Jonas:
Casey?

Casey,

are you there?

Casey?

I know damn

well you're awake.

Casey?

Dipshit!

We just got here.

I'll tell you what.

You sit your bag down in between

us and I'll throw mine over.

f***!

something was taken from

my truck while I was here.

This was the only place

it could've been taken.

Speak!

There was a boy.

A boy?

I saw a boy.

He was--

he was hiding outside.

Before.

He had a--

he had a bag with him.

Casey!

Casey!

Casey!

Casey!

Come back!

Casey!

What's in the bag?

You took

this from my dad?

Who'd

he take it from?

I don't know.

But he killed

'em for it.

What were

you thinking?

That home

ain't safe for you.

We had to

get you outta there.

And now cause of

this money we can.

Where we gonna go?

Jonas, you there?

You can still get

out of this, son.

I'll make

a deal with you.

Bring my daughter and my bag

and that'll be the end of it.

No harm, no foul.

But Jonas, if you

don't return what's mine,

if you

make me chase you,

it's gonna get mean and you're

gonna wish I drowned your ass.

F***!

Jonas?

Yeah.

You praying?

No.

Now might

be a good time.

come on Jonas,

hurry up.

Come on.

Let's go, Jonas.

Go. Go. Go.

Blaze.

Blaze, come here,

Sunday school.

The best place to be,

every Sunday morning.

alright!

I lost

count twice,

but I think I got around four

hundred and thirty thousand.

I've got almost five

hundred and fifty thousand.

So that's nine hundred

and eighty total.

That's almost

a million dollars.

Do you know

what that means?

Means we're rich.

No Jonas.

This is

not our money.

Hey, well it ain't

your pa's neither.

I stole from him just

like he stole from them,

so we got as much right

to it as he does.

We deserve it

cause we're good.

It's only half.

And it's

just a back up.

So, if we ever need more money,

we'll come back and dig it up.

So where

do you wanna go?

The ocean.

Help you

with something?

I want a gun.

And I wanna retire.

Not old enough.

Maybe I can

help with that.

Where'd you get that?

Does it matter?

Single action Colt.

Thirty-eight.

It's an antique.

What's wrong

with those?

These are

on the books.

It's this

one or nothing.

Does it work?

It works.

I'll take it then.

Some bullets too.

The hell you want

with this anyway?

Protect my family.

All of it.

You get the other half when

you show me how to use it.

Won't be

much longer.

It doesn't

hurt now, Jonas.

Stop worrying.

He's mean as hell.

Ain't he.

He never used to

lay a hand on me.

But my mom--

he wasn't too

concerned with beating her up.

He used to say

she could take it.

I tried, you know,

I tried convincing her

to run

away with me.

She wouldn't

leave him.

This one time he

came to pick us up.

We were at the movies,

me and my mom.

He had

been drinking.

So, she got on his case

about it and started yelling.

He lost control

and the car crashed.

I watched her die.

And then the cops came

but they were his friends.

They made sure nothing

bad would happen to him.

And then

after that, I guess,

I guess, I was the only

one around to get angry at.

He'd--

he'd always feel bad the day

after, so he'd buy me a present.

A dress,

some shoes--

a puppy.

And every time he promised

he wouldn't lose control again.

But he's a liar.

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