Rancho Deluxe Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1975
- 93 min
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No, no, we get an exact and complete
description of Baseheart's whereabouts.
He was right
to the point about that.
Can we have the key
to room 203?
Somebody's left
something there for us.
I'd like to go along with you. I've had
complaints about that room all night.
- What kind of
complaints?
- The sound of kind of
honeymooners in that room.
- What name is that room
registered under? - John and Cora brown.
They don't answer the phone. They're
just having the noisiest damn honeymoon,
Lurching into
the furniture and carrying on.
I went up to the door
and knocked.
It sounded like
they were on the bed by that time,
And it was hellacious.
Are you kin?
Kind of.
Hey!
IDo you suppose that
mother had ever charge?
What have you got
in mind for this week?
I wanna spend some time
with my old man.
Hey,
now that's remarkable.
Why do you say that?
Well, I was thinkin'
about visiting my folks.
Is that right?
Yeah, Ive been
thinkin' about it.
Plus I might as well.
I don't see how
we're gonna top this week's performance.
Let's take a vacation.
Come on, old man.
We're gonna float the river.
Ah, Cec, I don't, uh,
feel up to it.
Sh*t you don't.
Got the picnic and I caught
about a hundred big hoppers.
Got a hundred big hoppers?
You got a raft to use?
Just bought a dandy
new McKenzie boat.
Hey-
What are these, Cec?
They're all bacon,
lettuce and tomato.
Could be eatin'
them hoppers.
Old boys on the reservation
used to eat grasshoppers.
Full of nourishment.
Supposed to taste good too.
Let's find out.
Damn, Cecil.
Not bad.
Well, now, daddy,
it's what our forebears done.
Yeah, some of them, Cec.
I mean, we're supposed
to have some royalty in there too.
The prince of Angola
or something.
You ain't doin'
no crime or nothin'? No offense intended.
I don't know what you mean.
I mean, there ain't
no visible means of support.
And this boat, you know,
And that jazzy pickup truck.
I've had about 150 jobs
in the last month.
All right. It's all right.
Let me tell you
another thing.
I see more of this state's
poor cowboys, miners,
Railroaders and Indians
go broke buyin' pickup trucks.
The poor people of this state
are dope fiends for pickup trucks.
As soon as they get
ten cents ahead,
They trade in
on a new pickup truck.
The families, homesteads, schools,
hospitals and happiness of Montana...
have been sold down the river
to buy pickup trucks.
It is a sickness here
worse than alcohol and dope.
It is the pickup truck debt.
And there is no
cure in sight.
Well... I do see
what you mean.
Really.
But I own this truck
in partners with jack,
And we do a good deal
of hauling with it.
Jack, get the front door, would you?
Hello, Anna.
We're going to
leave you two alone.
Jack?
I know I can see
that you really question my judgment-
That's right, mother.
I question your judgment on this.
- Now look, pal-
- Get out.
I'm about to question
your goddamn judgment.
Did you hear me?
I don't know
why they did this.
They left it up to me.
So I came.
I wanted to see you.
I wanted to look at you.
It makes it harder, Anna.
God.
I'd just gotten
so I could come here at all.
I'd just risen to that.
Hey.
How do you like
being single?
I guess it's
the only way I can live.
Jack,
Couldn't I come
and see you?
Anna, why?
So we can work
on each other again?
So we can lock ourselves in the house and...
crawl around and weep
and take tranquilizers,
Talk about suicide
and pointlessness again?
Is that what you wanna do?
Anna, don't you understand yet?
We make each other insane.
Don't you
understand that yet?
God, that last week
we had together.
You were too crazy
to even wash your face.
I had to brush the knots
out of your hair.
We mutilate each other!
Don't you understand that?
I still love you.
I don't care.
I love you and I don't
want any more of it!
I don't want
any more of it!
Are you sure
that's them?
Sure as shootin'.
Is that pretty sure?
That's real sure.
You're not that bad.
You just play for shape
instead of blasting away.
- Are you Indian?
- Part.
IIndians never get
too good at pool.
I thought maybe
you were Jewish.
Or a greaser.
So, as you were saying-
Well...
it's just that old...
john brown has seized on
this rustling because he's...
kind of sad
and bored and all.
And all this
sleuthin' excites him.
What about that, uh, stock detective?
Well-
Where'd that come from?
John has gone and hired
this henry beige.
He's out of
twodot, Montana.
Got a great reputation.
He'll be here tomorrow.
He's pretty old.
Uh. Bringin' his niece
to take care of him.
Doesn't that kind of take away
from old john brown's fun?
I was thinkin'
the same thing.
And I hope not.
He's been sleeping nights
lately instead of, uh,
Ramblin' around
the ranch yard...
with insomnia.
When we recovered
Baseheart of Bozeman canyon,
He was happier than
if we'd never lost him.
Ransom on that
son of a b*tch...
made every stockmen's
paper in the country.
And every regular
paper in the west.
Here you go. Another quarter.
You figure it to be
the same, uh, same rustlers?
You know, the ones
we've been reading about?
I know
who it is.
You do?
Look, if you bring
your man back in the middle each time,
You're gonna play
a lot better. Oh.
'Cause Ive beat you
two straight already and we're gonna play...
best three out of five
for championship of the universe.
Well, who is it?
Who's what?
That's rustling
off your stock?
Oh, come on, jack.
Tell me.
It's you.
No, seriously.
No, I am serious.
You're the rustler.
Now, why do you-
Why do you say that?
Well-
Me and Burt told
the old man...
that we were gonna
come to town and, uh,
Wanted one more chance
to catch the rustlers.
You know, the culprits.
And, we told him we wanted to come
into town and run down some leads.
And, it's-
It was the only way we was
gonna get the night off.
And since you and Cecil
are the only two we've talked to, then, uh,
You gotta be
the hot leads.
But I do have to believe
in my heart that you are the rustlers,
Or my conscience
gonna hurt me and, uh,
Uh, all I wanna do
is drink and play these here bar games.
I believe in fun.
I believe in having it all now.
I believe in hygiene.
I believe
in a good old time.
I believe it gettin'
it all while you can.
Is there anything you
don't believe in, may? Mm-Hmm.
I don't believe
in lettin' your meat loaf.
Uh, may, Id like
to introduce two celebrity friends up here.
IJack, I know who they are.
Burt and curt
of the b-Bar lazy-T.
Yeah, well, anyway-
Now, why don't you
let me tell you.
We're still offering the standard acts,
and jobs at the standard rates.
Although the livestock
has picked up in quality.
We have not
raised our price...
on half and half,
round the world, or your straight shot.
We have, however, cancelled
the old Hershey highway. Oh.
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