The Indian Runner Page #4

...with his little toy gun belt on.

My little brother.

He's not a little boy anymore. He's

gonna have to deal with his problem.

Dotty?

Yeah, Frankie?

Come here.

I guess I got a little

off-course last night.

I know.

I love you, little sister.

I know.

Look who I caught

out in the parking lot!

- Hey, Joe.

- Hey, Frankie.

I came to get the car, but if you

got a minute, we could talk.

Sure.

Can you follow, Billy?

- Drop Frank's car at his place?

- Sure, boss.

You ride with me.

- Randall?

- Yeah, boss?

Where's your gun?

There it is.

That's ain't funny, Frank.

I know you're worried about...

...will I take care of business,

you know, with the old lady...

...and when the baby comes.

I appreciate it.

But I don't want you

to worry about me anymore.

I'm good, Joe.

I want you to have a good life.

I know.

I guess... I guess what

I'm here to say...

...is that...

...l'm sorry about all the sh*t.

I'm sorry about Mom...

...and Pop.

And I just, you know,

I ain't said it.

So I'm saying it.

I'm sorry, Joe...

- Have.

- I have.

- Have.

- Have.

- My pen.

- My pen.

- She...

- She...

...had.

- Has.

- Telephone! Has her.

- Has.

- She has her.

- She has...

- She.

- She.

Joe Roberts.

What is it, Frank?

We'll be right there.

- Who has the pen?

- He has the pen.

Baby's coming.

The baby was come.

Present.

Checking the baby's head now.

And the back of the baby

is right here.

- Bye-bye.

- Bye-bye.

- Horsie, horsie, horsie.

- We'll see if there's a horsie.

- Birdie! Birdie.

- Yeah.

Let's go see if there's a horsie.

Here. No, no, it's all right.

It's all right. I'll be right back.

Ask the doctor where Frank went.

He just drove off.

He said he left the room

to let us in.

I'm gonna go find him.

Did you ever want to kill someone?

Just out of rage?

And you don't do it

because you're afraid?

And it's all about fear.

Fear of the law coming down, sure.

But mostly...

...fear like in sin.

Sin with God.

Yeah, almighty God.

What if he ain't almighty?

What if he ain't sacred?

You might just as well

have done the fella.

Goodness...

...maybe ain't nothing

but fear, you know?

What you doing here?

Looking for you.

You found me.

- What are you doing here?

- Having a drink. Want one?

Shouldn't you be

by your lady's side?

At least at the house?

The house.

Nope.

No?

Why not?

Why?

Come on, don't give me

that horseshit!

How are you, Joe?

- Afternoon, Caesar.

- You watch the place a while?

I got to go pay a visit

to the captain's chair.

Chickenshit.

Chickenshit.

I'm trying to understand why you're

such a selfish son of a b*tch.

I want to know how to help you.

You're my brother.

You're an angry man.

Why do you hurt people?

Why aren't you with Dorothy?

Let me ask you something.

How'd it feel when you killed

that kid out on the highway?

Not good, Frank.

I would've thought

that felt real f***ing good.

It was clean, it was legal.

You saved your own life.

I mean, that's common sense.

It's common f***ing sense, right?

- It's how these people think.

- What people?

- You're on a tangent.

- I ain't on a tangent!

They don't let you

figure out the problem!

It's math class.

The whole deal is math.

Like every math class, there's

a clown in front everybody hates.

He's raising his hand,

answering the questions.

What do we do? Move on!

Just f***ing move on.

Ready or not!

He's deciding we got to move on.

He's deciding we got to move on.

He knows his math!

I hadn't figured out about

Santa Claus yet. Dragons.

Gasoline was my favourite smell!

Like your farm.

Who grew better crops?

You or the math man bought it

out from under you? You, right?

And what's a farm for? It's for crops.

That's the world, Joe.

And it's a beauty! Am I right?

- You're right.

- Am I wrong?

- No, you're not wrong.

- There is no common sense. Right?

Right.

All right.

- Your problems are the world's fault.

- That's right!

It's the world's fault.

It's your fault. It's my fault.

It's the fault of every "human being,"

as they're called.

Every one of them out there!

Life lacks tenderness, does it?

Go on back there.

Go see my angel get born.

Life must be great

if you can laugh it up.

No, mister.

I'll just stay here and drink it down.

'Cause there's only

two kinds of men in this hell.

That's heroes and outlaws.

Which one are you?

Men come strong or weak, brother.

You ain't strong.

You're in a bar when

Dorothy needs you. You go ahead.

Go ahead. Drink it.

You got it, there ain't nothing.

There ain't nothing worthwhile.

Not even our children.

- Your eyes are closed. Stay that way.

- My eyes are open, Frank.

And I love looking

at my little boy, and my wife...

...and my house, and my garden.

And I love you, Frank.

That all there is?

- Why does that scare you?

- Why doesn't it scare you?

Why?!

I'm fixing a bridge for fat men

and their fat wives...

...and their fat

f***ing little kids...

...to drive over it

in their motor homes!

I'm making an impact,

that's what I'm doing.

That's all there is, Frank.

Out there is family.

In here it's hell.

- I'll be back.

- No.

I'm here. I'll be right back.

What happened?

- Nothing. Is she all right?

- Yes. Where's Frank?

- Out.

- Where?

Frankie! Frankie!

God!

- Breathe!

- Doing great.

- You're doing great.

- Almost there.

Oh, God!

Oh, God, help me!

Help!

Where's Frankie?

Frank?

What?

No.

Frank!

Take a deep breath, blow it away.

Keep pushing. Keep pushing.

Keep pushing.

Just about there.

This is unit three. I got him.

The baby's coming. It's coming.

- It's coming. It's coming.

- The head is being delivered.

Stop!

- Can you see it?

- Yes. Yes.

- Here we come out and it's a boy!

- It's a boy!

Healthy boy, it looks like.

I knew I'd never see

or hear from Frankie again.

He'd turned his back.

On himself...

...and on his family.

I went home that night...

...watered my garden...

...kissed my baby.

I held my wife until morning.

Life is good.

My brother Frank...

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