Nebraska Page #6

He couldn't say "no" to anybody,

and it ruined him.

I think you're having

a senior moment, here, Kate.

Just where do you think

that money come from

when you got a bee

in your bonnet

to move up to Billings

and open up that salon?

From my folks when they croaked,

that's where!

I don't believe the nerve of you people.

Usually a person has to die

before the vultures start circling.

Calm down, Aunt Katie.

We didn't mean nothing by it.

We was just doing you a courtesy

before we go talk to Woody direct.

Don't you dare think about asking

that poor man for money.

He ain't poor.

He's rich.

Even if he was, he wouldn't

give you a blessed penny.

I'd put my foot down!

Maybe it ain't up to you,

Aunt Kate.

That's enough.

You listen real good.

You can all just go

f*** yourselves!

Boys, get your dad.

What do you think, old man?

Looks about the same.

That's true.

This is about how your mother kept it.

My dad built this place.

Really?

Wait. You don't mean,

by himself?

Yeah. Before I was born.

His brothers helped.

I got it, I got it.

This was my room.

That's where

Woody's brother David died.

Do you remember that, Dad?

I was there.

This was my parents' room.

I'd get whipped if they found me in here.

I guess nobody's gonna whip me now.

The barn is still standing.

Have you seen enough?

I suppose.

It's just a bunch of old wood

and some weeds.

Did you ever want a farm like your dad?

I don't remember.

And it doesn't matter.

Oh, there's the O'Hara farm.

She's dead.

He's in a nursing home in Valentine.

And one of their little brats

still lives there.

Oh, and there's Ed Pegram's

place on the right.

What are you doing?

Let's do it.

We're right here.

What are you boys up to now?

Hey, Dad, don't you want to see

if he still has your compressor?

Will you two knock off this foolishness?

Hey, Dad, you finally

got your compressor back.

That's not my compressor.

Sure it is.

Mine didn't look anything like that.

It... It has to be yours.

It's an old compressor

we found in Ed Pegram's barn.

That wasn't Ed's barn.

What are you talking about?

That's the Westendorf place.

Oh, that's right.

Right, the Westendorfs.

The Pegrams live closer to town.

Oh, I got confused.

Ed and his wife Dorothy.

God, what a pig she was.

Anything you want to say

about the Westendorfs?

No, they're good folks.

They had some tough times.

They lost a child.

Almost went broke,

but they worked hard

and saved the farm.

Salt of the Earth,

the Westendorfs.

They really didn't deserve

what you boys did to them.

Dad, why didn't you tell us

that wasn't Ed's house?

I didn't know what the

hell you were doing.

Have you ever seen us

steal machinery before?

Well, I never know

what you boys are up to.

Well, why didn't you say it wasn't yours?

I thought you wanted it.

What do we want an

old compressor for?

That's what I couldn't figure out.

Hi, George.

Hi, Jean.

Remember us?

Kate and Woody Grant?

Oh, sure. How you doing?

Just fine.

We were passing by

and thought we'd stop in.

Haven't been in Hawthorne

for a long time.

Well, what are you doing

in the back seat?

Uh...

We were just resting back here

until you showed up.

You want to come in for a visit?

Sorry, we just have time

to say hi and get going.

Hi there, Woody.

How you doing?

Good, George.

How about yourself?

Getting by.

You still up there in Montana?

Yep.

Billings, isn't it?

That's right.

You still fixing hair out there, Kate?

No, I let that go.

Oh, you did.

Well, good to see you folks.

I'd better get up front

and drive us back to town.

- It's so good to see you.

- Good to see you.

Call us sometime.

I will. Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

You were right, Mom.

The Westendorfs look

like real nice people.

I tried to tell you.

What do you want to do now,

bust into a silo and

steal some corn?

- Let me drive.

- No, I'll drive.

What time do you figure

we'll be shoving off in the morning?

I think 8:
00 sounds about right.

You want another beer?

I suppose.

Hey there, Davey-boy,

make some room.

How's it going, cowboy?

Well, it was going fine.

Woody.

Ed.

Well, enough of this chit-chat,

ifs time to get down to business.

Woody, I tried to tell your boy

that you wouldn't mind

using some of your winnings

to even the score with your old pal Ed.

Well, how much you need?

I got a 20.

A 20?

No, no, no.

No, no. I was thinking more

along the lines of, say...

10 grand.

Give him 10 grand, Dad.

I don't got it yet.

Woody...

I always thought we was friends.

Remember, I was the one

that convinced you to stay with Kate.

Oh, yeah, Davey.

Your dad wanted to get a divorce

because he was screwing

some half-breed down at the reservation.

He thought he was in love.

Ain't that right, Woody?

When was this, Dad?

After Ross was born. Before you.

You know, if I hadn't been around,

you might not even be here.

Back then, divorce was a sin.

Nowadays, I guess it's okay.

God must have

changed his mind or something.

Although, I really didn't

blame you, Woody,

because Kate was... Was always a b*tch.

Get the hell away from us.

I want that money.

Move.

Okay, little Davey.

Have it your way.

But, uh, this is the last time

that old Eddie-boy is

gonna play nice.

I got it! I got it!

Dad, are you okay?

They took my letter.

Hey, David.

Where is it?

Where's what?

Just give it back.

I don't know what

you're talking about, buddy.

Cole, do you know?

Of course not.

Where is it?

We don't got it.

Shut the f*** up, Cole!

We tossed it when we saw

how bogus it was.

A millionaire? What a joke.

You people are pathetic.

I won't mention any of

this to Mom or Ross.

We'll just tell them that

you came to your senses,

and we'll head back home.

Sound good?

It's okay.

At least we had

a little change of scenery.

And I'm happy that

we got this time together.

Aren't you?

Maybe they dropped it.

Should we go have a look?

I think it was easier

to find your teeth.

Hey, Dad.

Let's take a break.

Now, just imagine what you could do

with one million dollars,

Woodrow.

But we all know what

the son of a b*tch would do.

He'd buy a truck.

Oh.

"To collect your prize

"you just have to return this letter

"to our office, along with

your winning prize number

"and a list of the magazine

subscriptions you would like."

Oh, hey there, Woody!

I was just looking for you.

Somebody found your

precious sweepstakes notice

out on the street.

You better take better

care of this, Woody.

You wouldn't want

to lose it again.

Dad, what's the matter?

I'm dizzy.

Okay. Let's get you to a doctor.

Come on.

Get me back to the house.

We're going to Lincoln in the morning.

No, we're not going to Lincoln.

Yes, we are.

No. Come on.

Let me sit down a minute.

Okay.

Dad, this is it, okay?

This is where it stops.

Your head is busted open,

and now you can barely stand up.

You promised.

You didn't win!

Okay? Can't you get

that through your head?

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