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what are you doing here?

Oh.

I got thirsty.

Well, good to see you're not drinking.

Beer ain't "drinking."

Let's go.

- Hey, Dad.

- Yeah?

How about we go see Mount Rushmore?

We don't have time for that.

It's just 30 minutes off the Interstate.

We're right here.

It's just a bunch of rocks.

So, what do you think, Dad?

It doesn't look finished to me.

How do you mean?

Well, looks like somebody

got bored doing it.

Washington's the only one

with any clothes,

and they're just kind of roughed in.

Lincoln doesn't even have an ear.

Okay, we've seen it.

Dad?

Dad?

Come here.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Dad.

I'm fine.

Go back to bed.

All right, sir.

Are you hanging with me?

Mmm.

Let me know if I'm hurting you, bud.

Mmm.

Don't worry about it. Almost done.

All right, sir.

That ought to pretty much do it.

You did great.

Give me a second.

Where's my teeth?

You lost your teeth?

Did you leave them at the motel?

No.

The tavern?

I wasn't in no tavern.

Did you leave them

at the place where they serve alcohol

that you don't call a tavern?

Must have been when I fell by the tracks.

Gentlemen,

thank you for your patience.

Considering

it's a pretty bad head wound,

his age, his confusion,

and his history of drinking,

I really think we should

keep him in the hospital

a day or so for observation.

I don't drink.

You hear that, Dad?

We won't be making Lincoln by Friday.

We have until Monday.

We're going to take you back home.

I'm not going home.

No, I can't wait until Monday.

That means I wouldn't be

back at work until Wednesday.

Selling record players.

I won a million dollars.

Congratulations.

That will just about

pay for a day in the hospital.

Dad.

Dad.

Dad.

Hey, I looked,

but I couldn't find your teeth anywhere.

They're by the tracks.

Listen, Mom talked to

Uncle Ray and Aunt Martha,

and they're going to put us up

in Hawthorne over the weekend.

I don't want to go to Hawthorne.

There's no sense going to Lincoln

over the weekend.

I will get you there Monday morning.

Anyway, Aunt Martha said

she'd invite all your brothers over

and have a little get-together on Sunday.

Mom's coming down on the bus,

maybe Ross and Marcie, too.

It'll be nice.

I don't want to go to Hawthorne.

Oh! Okay! Dad, I found it!

Here it is!

Oh, wait. This isn't yours.

I was kidding. Here.

These ain't mine.

Of course they're yours.

No.

Whose else is it going to be?

- See if it fits.

- They're not my teeth.

They have to be.

I ought to know my own teeth.

Of course they're my teeth.

Don't be a moron.

Well, hello there, boys!

- Hey, Aunt Martha.

- Hi.

Woody!

Martha.

Davey!

Look at you, Davey.

You couldn't have been more than 15

the last time you were here.

That was what I was saying to Dad.

It's been a long time.

Well, what do you got to

say for yourself, Woody?

Nothing.

What did you do to your head?

Fell.

You Grant brothers

sure are men of few words.

Come on in.

Look who I found

hanging around out front, Ray.

Your little brother, Woody.

What's up, Woody?

Nothing.

How about you?

Not much.

Hi, Uncle Ray.

You have a latrine?

Uh, around the corner, to your left.

You boys remember your cousin David?

- Bart.

- Hey.

- Cole.

- Hey.

It's been a long time

since we all met as kids.

What are you guys up to?

Not much.

This economy has just

tore up Hawthorne, Davey.

Things are hard for young men.

Yeah, I'm in the home theater

and electronics business myself.

It's a rough time, I'll tell you that.

Cole, here, did some jail.

Don't bring that up.

B*tch lied through her teeth.

I will not have

that language in my house.

Sorry, Mom.

Now, Davey, you sit down.

You must be starving.

I made sandwiches.

So, how long did it take you to get here?

I don't know. Uh...

We got sort of waylaid in Rapid City.

That's where Dad had his little accident.

But how long, total?

Um...

A couple of days, I guess.

- From Billings?

- Yeah.

How far is that?

It's probably about, uh, 750 miles.

It took you two days to drive 750 miles?

What were you driving,

a dump truck or something?

It's a Subaru. Outback.

Hell, I drove up from Dallas one time.

That's 850 miles.

I done that in eight hours.

That's, like, over 100 miles an hour.

Oh, Bart was moving.

Here you go, Davey. Dig in.

Thank you.

Sh*t, two days from Montana.

Son of a b*tch must have

been driving in reverse.

Ray's foot's been bothering him.

Ain't that right, Ray?

It's okay. Just hurts.

Did you get that, Dad?

- Dad?

- Huh?

Uncle Ray's foot hurts.

I know.

Everything else good, though?

Uncle Ray?

Not really.

Kate says they got Ross

on the news out there.

Says he's doing real good.

Yup. Yeah, he's doing great.

Well, good for him.

He always was a go-getter,

wasn't he?

Yup.

Two goddamn days from Billings!

I used to own this garage.

Own it? I thought

the air compressor guy did.

Ed Pegram?

Yeah, I thought he owned it.

We were partners.

Oh.

What happened?

Sold it to him.

For how much?

$800.

- You need something?

- Oh, hi, yeah.

My dad, here, used to own this place.

Oh, yeah?

What you fellows got going on, here?

Oh, we're just replacing

a transmission cooler line.

- You know Ed Pegram?

- Who?

Ed Pegram.

Used to own this place with me.

We don't know him.

Hey, bud.

You're using the wrong wrench.

Come on, Dad. Let's get going.

Good talking to you.

Moron was

using the wrong wrench.

Let's see if I know anyone in here.

It's pretty quiet in here.

Hi, fellas.

What can I get for you today?

Beer.

Okay, what kind of

beer would you like?

Anything's fine.

Coors, if you got it.

I'll have a Mountain Dew.

Okay, we're out of Coors.

The truck doesn't come in until Monday.

Bud's good.

Bud and a Dew, coming up.

Tom Varnik still own this place?

I don't remember that name.

It must have been before my time.

Here we go, guys.

Anything else I can get

for you right now?

No, ma'am.

Okay, holler if you need something.

I used to know everyone in here.

It's where you had your first drink?

No.

Dad used to let me sip his beer.

So, I guess you kept up that

fine family tradition with Ross and me.

You liked it, as I recall.

I was, like, six.

A sip of beer ain't going to kill you

when you're six years old.

I thought you drank.

Come on.

Have a beer with your old man.

Be somebody.

I've been trying to give it up.

What for?

It was starting to...

It just wasn't helping.

And now you're all right.

- Excuse me.

- Yeah.

Can I have a beer, too, please?

You betcha.

I'm going to drink with my dad.

I didn't tell you that

Noel and I broke up.

Who?

Noel.

The girl I've been living with

for the past two years.

She moved out.

We broke up.

Oh.

Maybe I should have

asked her to get married. I don't know.

I just...

I just never felt sure,

you know what I mean?

How are you supposed to know

when you're sure?

Were you sure?

Huh?

How did you and Mom

end up getting married?

Oh, she wanted to.

And you didn't?

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