Sometimes a Great Notion Page #2

Huh?

Oh, you sure haven't

changed much, Joe B.

All right, come on now.

Just who the hell are you?

I'm Lee, Joe B.

Leland.

You're Lee?

Can't believe it.

Huh!

My God...

Lee, what's all that crap

hanging down your head.

Can we go over now?

Why sure, boy.

Get in and we're off

and sailing, boy.

Hey, Hank!

Uncle Henry, I got Lee!

I got Leland Stamper!

I got Lee! Whoo-hoo!

What the hell is all

this shoutin' going on?

It's your kid, Uncle Henry.

What kid?

Your other kid. Lee.

Bullshit.

No. Come on.

Joe B.'s bringing him

across the river

right now.

Hey, girls,

come on...

Hi.

You?

Me.

I'm a son of a b*tch.

I lost myself a son,

he comes back home

a daughter.

Where'd you get

all that hair?

It grows.

How you been, huh?

Getting by.

Good.

I tell ya, it's about

all you can ask for.

These damn fool socialists

running the country.

Come here, honey,

would you?

Lee, I want you

to meet my misses.

This here is Jan.

Hi. Pleased to meet you.

How do you do?

And this is Tita.

Hello, Tita.

Now tell me.

What do you think about

your old man up there,

huh?

He fell out of a tree

about four months ago.

Broke his whole

left side.

Hell, I've been hurt

worse than that.

Henry,

for goodness sake.

I don't think we ought

to keep Leland

standing here

on the dock. Hi.

I'm Viv. Hank's wife.

How you do?

Why don't you

come on up?

Hank's around

here someplace.

At least he was

a few minutes ago.

How are you, swinger?

Never thought you'd get

back here on your own.

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess it is

kinda strange.

What are you,

just passing through?

Maybe.

What do you think,

Henry?

Want to put this puppy

dog up for the night?

I don't know. Looks to me like

some kind of NewYork fairy.

Boy, damn if he don't.

If you two would just

stop it. Now come on.

Hey, Lee,

how does it look to you?

Pretty much the same.

Where's he going to sleep,

though?

Wherever you think.

Oh, I got it.

Hey, Lee, you can have

your old room back.

We'll just move

our kids out right now.

You don't mind doing that,

do you, honey?

Why no. Of course not.

Hey, Lee, see,

you're all set up.

Better get those kids

out pretty quick, Jan,

he looks kind of

shook up.

I've been on the road

three days.

Where you sure as hell

been on something, bub.

Want a beer?

No. No, thanks.

Come on in.

Sit down where we can talk.

No, really.

I am kind of tired.

If I could maybe

sack out for a while

and get myself together.

Well, sure,

you bet, Lee.

Come on upstairs.

I got your stuff.

Come on.

I think he's beautiful.

Yeah, the son...

the prodigal son returns.

That's me, right?

Question is why.

I think it's time for you

to know the answer.

You see, my dear boozy mother

used to get these letters

every month.

And who do you suppose

sent those letters?

Himself.

And what do you suppose

was in those letters?

Hmm?

Money.

Real, honest to goodness money.

I mean, it's really got

to make you wonder

his being so nice to us.

Hank. Not my old man.

Hank.

God only knows.

I owe him an awful lot.

So I just had to come up here

and give him my helping hand.

Now, ain't we lucky?

Bunch of dumb scabs.

Ignorant savages,

eat dirt and bugger raccoons

'cause they don't know

any better.

And then here comes

Leland Stamper.

Knows everything.

Yeah...

Well, I know this, Hank.

I know all there is to know

about ladies

who jump out of

six-story windows.

I'm a real expert at that.

So be it, bub.

Nobody pushed.

Please tell me about it.

She's dead and buried.

Nobody's business.

You know, I don't remember

seeing Hank at the funeral.

Would you believe it, Viv?

Nobody came.

Nobody.

Well, not even anybody

from her own family?

Disowned her.

Gave up on her years ago,

when she ran away to Oregon

with this fast talking

old widower

by the name of Henry Stamper.

And if that wasn't bad enough

she even had a kid by him.

So nobody came. Nobody.

Hey, don't you worry, Hank.

We got your God damn flowers.

Hubba! Hubba!

Time for some whistle bunks.

Let's go! Let's go!

Gonna stay in bed all day?

Wag it and shag it, Stampers.

Contracts to fill.

Eggs to hatch

and cats to kill.

No sissy shits here.

Come on.

Let's wake it and shake it, bub.

Jesus Christ.

Jesus Christ is right.

Are they asleep?

I think Barina's awake.

Come on in here then.

Oh, yeah.

...waterfront areas are reminded

to check carefully.

"KRO, Number One"

Think he's going to make it?

I don't know. He was

laying in bed up there.

Looked just like

Rita Hayworth.

Morning.

Morning, Leland.

Over here.

Good morning.

You're late.

Waffles is all gone.

It's ok, Henry.

I saved some for him

in the oven.

You want some coffee?

Yes, thank you.

Come on, Leland

let's have the benefits

of some of that

university learning.

Give us something of

trigonometry.

Go on, say something in

trigonom.

Well, if you don't mind.

I'd like to wag it

and shag it first.

Thank you.

Lee, you going

to stick around?

The reason I ask is we're

kind of up against it.

We're a little

shorthanded.

See, we could use

every last Stamper

we can get a hold of.

What do you mean?

He's eating here, ain't he?

If he's gonna eat here,

he's gonna work here.

It's all. He's workin'.

Maybe Lee's got

to say something about that.

Me and Jan, we're going

to take you over

to the Church of God

and the Metaphysical

Science.

We gonna introduce you

to BrotherWalker.

What do you want

to do that for?

Hey, I can tell you

something, Lee.

Thank you.

You know what happened

as soon as Jan and me

got the call, the very

instant we got saved?

I mean the very instant.

You know what happened?

She got pregnant,

that's what.

The very instant like.

Incredible.

Bullshit.

Want some more syrup,

Lee?

Anything wrong?

No. Everything's fine.

I was just wondering,

don't the ladies get to say

anything at breakfast?

Get him some boots.

What?

Get some Clarks for him,

stop all this jawin'.

Wait a minute.

He hasn't even said

he's going to stay yet.

Get the God damn boots.

Get 'em.

Heh. Come on, Lee.

Try these on.

And don't step on

anybody, huh?

I'll get you a hat.

Why don't you back off,

old man?

Oh, mommy sissypants.

Years ago, when his mommy

took him with,

I knew he wasn't going

to cut it.

I knew he'd never cut it.

You might give him

a little room.

What for?

Well, you're old school.

He's only a half-brother to me

but as far as I've been told,

he's all your son.

Don't you boys go docking it

just 'cause I ain't there.

You keep Uncle John

nice and sober.

Should be a good day,

pretty good day for it.

Hey, Joe, hold it.

Hmm?

Hold it.

Just look at that.

Look at that up there.

Huh? What?

That's my old man.

Ain't he a handsome

looking devil?

No getting around that.

Sons of b*tches.

Hey, you dare I leave

my unprotected wife alone

with a sheik like that?

Pretty risky, Hank.

My God, you Campfire Girls

going to get the hell

out of here?

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