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I figured, what the hell.

Were you ever sorry

you married her?

All the time.

Could have been worse.

You must have been in love.

At least, at first.

Never came up.

Did you ever talk

about having kids?

How many you wanted

and stuff like that?

Nope.

Then why did you have us?

Because I like to screw.

And your mother is a Catholic.

So, you figure it out.

So, you and Mom never

actually talked about

whether you wanted kids or not?

I figured if we kept on screwing,

we would end up with a couple of you.

Did you ever think

about leaving her?

Oh, I would just end up

with somebody else

who would give me sh*t all the time.

Yeah, you would.

Yeah.

I'd say she's put up

with your drinking all these years.

I don't drink that much.

- You're an alcoholic.

- Bullshit.

Oh, what do you mean, "bullshit"?

I knew you had a problem

when I was eight.

I used to watch you hide

your booze in the garage.

Yeah, you stole it, too.

I figured it was you.

You cost me a lot of money.

Yeah, I poured it out

because I was sick

of seeing you drunk all the time.

I figured it was you.

You would never catch your brother

sneaking around like that.

I served my country.

I Pay my taxes.

And I got a right to do

whatever the goddamn hell I want.

So, I guess you do drink.

- A little bit.

- A lot.

All right.

So, I drink a lot!

God damn it, so what?

You do what you want to do, and so do I.

You would drink, too, if you were

married to your mother.

And it ain't your job

to tell me what to do,

you little cocksucker.

Dad.

Dad.

Dad!

What?

Should I take you back

to Ray and Martha's?

I don't know.

Say, don't you

owe me a couple of bucks?

Christ Almighty, it's Woody Grant.

I don't believe it!

How the hell are you, Woody?

God, I never thought

I'd see you back in Hawthorne.

Fellas, say hello to my

old friend Woody.

Hello, Woody.

Yeah!

Move over. Move over.

Sit down, sit down.

I don't believe this.

Jesus Christ, Woody.

So, how you been?

- Pretty good.

- Yeah?

Me, too. I can't complain.

Boy, it's been a long time, Woody.

A long time.

Hi, I'm David, Woody's son.

Oh. Ed Pegram.

Ed Pegram?

Davey? Oh, no sh*t.

How you doing, guy?

You know, the last time I saw you,

you was just a little shaver.

I used to give you candy bars

down at the garage

when you were about this high.

Thank you.

And apparently, my dad used to

give you air compressors.

How's that?

Nothing.

Hey, Dad,

I'm going to the bathroom.

Don't say

anything about the money.

Huh?

Don't say anything about the money.

You still living up in Billings?

Yeah.

What brings you down here?

I'm just passing through.

Goddamn, Woody

Grant is a millionaire!

Who would have thought it, huh?

The next round is on Woody.

Come on, Dad.

Did you see the look

on their faces?

Yeah, I saw.

Did you see the look

on those fellas, faces?

Well, good morning, boys.

Slept in a little late, did you?

Morning.

Davey, get yourself

a chair from over there.

And Woody, you sit right on down here.

Right there, yeah.

Hungry?

Yeah, but it would be great

if you have some, uh...

Some coffee.

Got a call from

Lowell Meyerson this morning.

And Mary Jurak.

Woody, here,

is the talk of the town.

Is that right?

Why didn't you tell us

you was rich, Woody?

David said not to.

He's not rich.

You could have told us the real reason

you were coming through town.

We're just tickled for you.

You got it on you?

Yeah, we sure would like to see

what a million dollars looks like.

We still got to go to Lincoln to get it.

Goddamn, you hit the Powerball!

Whoo!

Show us the ticket, Uncle Woody.

Honestly, he didn't win anything.

I didn't win anything.

I don't blame you, Woody.

I wouldn't broadcast it either.

Not until I had it in the bank.

You have to watch out for buzzards, too.

Bart and me, we can drive you.

Sure.

We could get you to Lincoln in an hour.

Lincoln is over 200 miles.

Okay, an hour-and-a-half.

How long would it take you?

A day-and-a-half.

Must be nice,

winning that kind of scratch.

We're real proud of you, Woody.

And I know Ma and Pa

would've been real proud, too.

Hell, yeah, it must be nice.

Is it nice, Dad?

Is what nice?

Winning all that money?

Yeah, pretty nice.

Hey there, Woody. Remember me?

Bernie Bowen, how you doing?

Pretty good.

That's what I hear.

Everybody's saying

how Woody Grant's a millionaire.

Well, that's the most exciting news

around here for ages!

It's no big deal.

No big deal?

Jeez! There's a guy

living the life of Reilly.

A million here, a million there.

Oh, the newspaper's gonna

do a big write-up on you.

I'm gonna get my

picture in the paper?

You bet you will.

Dad, here's the bus.

Okay. Well, good seeing

you then, Woody.

We're all real happy for you

and real pleased you thought

to stop back home

and share the big news.

Thanks, Bernie.

Hey, watch your wallet!

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You both look like hell.

I'm fine.

Like hell, you are.

You look like an old drunk.

You're lucky you're not dead.

I haven't been drinking!

That's what you said on our first date!

And you.

Have you gone bananas?

Almost getting your father killed

over some cockamamie pot of gold.

Mom, come here, please.

Mom, look.

Go easy on the guy, okay?

I mean, you and I both know

that this is not about the money.

It's about, you know, how much

longer is he going to be around?

At least, semi-coherently.

What's the harm in letting

him have his little fantasy

for just a couple more days?

You and Ross, always

fretting over your father.

What about me?

What about taking me out

to see my sister in Eau Claire?

Your father doesn't

even know what the hell's

going on around him half the time.

Do you, Woody?

Do I what?

Know what's going on around you?

You watch it,

or that's what you're gonna turn into.

Now, take me out to the cemetery.

I want to pay my respects.

Martha said she'd have lunch ready.

Martha can wait.

Mom.

Car's over there.

There's Woody's mother, Sara.

She hated me.

She wanted him to marry someone

who would milk the cows.

I said, "I ain't fiddling

with no cow titties.

"I'm a city girl."

The good Lord did not

do Sara any favors

in the looks department.

More a man's face

than a woman's, really.

How did she die?

Saw herself in

the mirror one day.

No.

Cancer!

And there's the old Swede, Tolf.

Good man, your grandpa.

Never said much.

That farm just ruined him.

You're lucky I took you away from there.

And there's Woody's brother, David.

You were named after him.

He died of scarlet fever

when he was only two.

Woody slept in the same bed

with him and never got it.

There's Woody's little sister, Rose.

She was only 19

when she was killed

in a car wreck near Wausa.

- What a whore.

- Mom...

No, I liked Rose.

But, my God, she was a slut.

- Come on.

- I'm just telling you the truth.

She was screwing guys

in the back of Hawthorne Creamery

when she was only 15.

Come on, Mom. Jesus.

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