The Driftless Area Page #5

- He's off tonight.

That's too bad, I'm an old friend of his.

- Oh, yeah? What's your name?

- Bobby.

Don't remember him talking about a Bobby.

It's been too long.

You're right about that.

I'm just passing through town.

He'd give me hell if I didn't see him.

Well, were it me,

I'd check over to the play.

What play?

Well, I forget what they call it,

but it's for Bank Robber Days.

Not much of a drama, frankly,

but very popular.

- Just go into town.

- That where it is?

No. It's in the country,

but there's signs.

It's a big production.

You're wasting your time, boys,

Pierre's out of town.

That's okay. We like big productions.

I think I left my coat in the bank.

I tell you what, we get out of here,

you can buy a coat store.

I think my name was on it.

You think what?

Hey, we're in the play.

- Ma always used to write it...

- Yeah.

...inside the collar.

It's Keith.

This is your problem,

and you've gotta figure it out.

Yeah?

Hang on. Hang on.

Now, don't get so riled up.

I told you, don't push me around.

We gotta keep it together.

- A whiskey, please.

- Sure.

Thank you.

Two ciders.

Sure.

Thank you.

Are these even legal?

What do you want?

- My money.

- I don't have it.

Well, I didn't figure you had it on you.

I buried it.

We shall go to the place

where it is buried.

Why would I?

I don't see where you have

a lot of choice.

You burn any houses lately?

You don't know anything about me.

I know enough.

This the guy?

He says he buried the money.

That don't sound right.

People don't bury money anymore.

It ain't at his place. We know that much.

You went into my apartment?

Yeah, we did.

Those are some nice model boats too...

but I have to say,

you're like a f***ing child.

They didn't hold up too well

when we leaned on them.

- Now, that was wrong.

- Shut up and get in the car.

This is going well.

Tell me, where is my f***ing money?

It's in an orchard.

Did he tell you what this is about?

He tried to steal a rosebush...

and for that, he lost $77,000.

- How much?

- You didn't say it was that much.

- You believe this thief over me?

- We'll count it.

You wanna count it, be my guest.

This is what's wrong with you.

You can count it, recount it, count it

together like smart ladies in a bank.

We just might do that.

The cut is the cut as discussed.

Lyle's share...

- comes out of your share.

- Let's not argue in front of the boy.

Of all the f***ing places to put money....

You ever hear of a safe-deposit box?

No, I never did.

You brought it up here and you dug a hole?

- Yeah. What else?

- How do you know people wouldn't find it?

Or an animal that

smelled the scent of humans?

Understand this, son.

I think you're a liar.

If that money ain't here,

and I don't care why...

If the hole is empty

or you can't remember the spot...

or the possums f***ing rose up

and ate the money...

whatever happen...

What the...?

Oh, sh*t.

- Where is he?

- F***.

It's happening right now in the orchard.

Best thing for you is to stay right here.

I've seen this episode.

- The outnumbered guy kills everybody.

- Lyle, go around.

- Around what?

- Around what?

The building, for chrissake.

- Why would I do that?

- To see if he's there.

- Do you see him?

- You f***ed this up.

I don't know why you brought him.

- Backup.

- Are you gonna go around this shed...

or do I have to throw you around the shed?

- Go on.

- Yeah, okay. I'll go.

- Good, and give me the flashlight.

- I need it.

Think.

What is a flashlight,

but a big bright target? Think, Lyle.

- What, you think the money's here?

- I doubt it.

- Seems like he had it thought out.

- So let's leave.

- Car's all mangled.

- Yeah. Well, it's insured.

- We'll ditch it and get another one.

- You go.

Won't be able to hold my head up,

I go back now.

- I don't find him.

- You know why?

- Because you let him get away.

- Yeah, right. I see.

And you driving your car into a hole in

the ground had nothing to do with that?

Now I've seen it all.

You're not hurt.

- Keep it down.

- Not hurt?

You shot him in the f***ing heart.

I think...

I'm gonna go.

That's fine.

I do the work.

Like St. Ivo, I killed the woman,

you handled the phones.

Kid's got a 12-gauge.

You taking the car?

Yeah. I guess I'll give it a try.

Yeah, that'll probably work.

Sh*t.

Did you burn the house?

Do you have anything to drink?

No.

Did you?

I didn't know you were there.

Bad luck all around.

You're all full of light.

That's not me.

That's you.

It is?

Where's Pierre?

He's around here somewhere.

A friend of Pierre's told me that

in one of their last conversations...

he expressed the opinion

that living is fun.

More specifically,

Pierre said that he found it fun...

when leaves move.

Perhaps what he meant is that this planet

and the lives that we have been given...

are opportunities

that we do not comprehend.

And so we misuse them...

day by day.

We look around in space...

and what do we see?

Nothing.

No leaves, no life...

for who knows how far.

And here we are...

..now.

Are we doing the best we can

for each other?

For ourselves?

Or can we find it in us

to be more than we have been?

Carrie?

I think we're gonna need

to come back on the weekend.

You want a glass of water?

Sure. Yeah.

Everything that succeeds creates

the conditions for its own demise.

Like a fire.

It burns the fuel that feeds it

and goes out.

Supposedly, this will even happen

to the sun.

This seemed to be the only

philosophy Pierre had...

although I'm not sure it was a philosophy.

It meant that nothing sufficiently

good or bad can last.

The only things that might last

are the things that make no difference.

But I'm not sure I agree.

If the stars go out

and the universe collapses in on itself...

won't it all begin again?

I didn't mean to wake you.

What time is it?

Not late.

I'm walking into town

if you're going that way.

I laid down in the grass.

That's the last thing I remember.

Well, it's a beautiful day.

It's supposed to stay that way

for a while.

Yeah.

What brings you here?

That's a good question.

But we have time.

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