Young Ones Page #3

done you wrong.

Done me wrong?

Argh!

Raagh!

Don't.

You're a dead man, holm!

You won't live out the week!

Up, up.

What...

What happened to your lip?

Don't look like an accident.

You drinking too much again?

You're gonna set

this story straight.

What, with Caleb?

No, those watermen

paid me to take it.

There's insurance

money in it.

I'm promising you.

Look, I...

I know you're mad, but...

You've got this wrong.

You don't want to get your

head mixed up over our...

You know, our other problems.

What?

Conflicted interests, no?

Be quiet!

She's a flower.

Someone needs to appreciate her

for more than cooking and sewing.

Ugh!

Y-you got any water?

There's no water in

these packs, Flemming.

That's the one thing

these men don't need.

There's bottles and bottles

of that spike in there.

It'll make you sick.

You, you can't drown

a fish in water.

We both could use it.

Just a few drops.

Just a taste.

Anything.

I can't go another step.

Turn around.

Get it.

I know that knife.

He'd never sell it.

Came off Caleb

in the scuffle.

I got my licks in.

No doubt.

I'm sorry I took

your machine, Ernest.

I'm...

I'm sorry what I

said the other day.

You're going to find over

time you can't fix what you got.

It's not my fault.

The state took my father's

land and gave it to, uh,

whatever you are.

No resources, no

skills, no money.

And it died.

Why'd they do

that to my father?

'Cause he's from

another state?

'Cause he's smart?

You blame.

You're god damned

right I blame you!

That land was all we had!

I'm leaving.

Those watermen that

paid me were my ticket.

I don't know what they'll

do to you if you return what

they want gone.

I, I wouldn't' go back

with those supplies.

You know about Caleb.

He'll take it out

of me in flesh.

I'm supposed to be halfway

to the border with that gear.

Fetches triple in

the mountain passes.

Anything does.

I swear.

I swear on my daddy's soul.

Those watermen are the

ones to blame for all this.

No, no!

No, look.

You can have half.

Partners.

If you were anyone else I

would've buried you this morning.

If I were anyone

else, you'd understand.

No.

Let's go.

Let's get you home.

Forget this mess, cut a path,

right aways.

Come on.

Let's go see Caleb.

When you're done with that

bottle, put it on the ground.

We're not going to make

it in this condition.

Do it!

Ernest, we're too dehydrated

to make it up there.

Kneel down.

Hands...

Hands behind your back.

Ugh!

Hello waltz

how'd things

go for you today?

don't you

miss her

since she

up and walked away?

And I'll bet you dread to spend

another lonely night with me

but lonely walls,

I'll keep your company

There we go, there we go.

No way.

We have to hurry before

my dad gets home.

You say a word to daddy, and

I'll burn every last drawing

of yours.

Woo-woop!

Ernest?

Woo-woop!

The kid.

Christ on a crutch.

Jerome.

Is my father with you sirs?

Now Jerome, now

hold on there boy.

Ernest, I, I mean my dad

hasn't come back, and our

machine's over there.

If he's having

any troubles...

I know sometimes, it's hard

for men, so if you could

give this to him.

Jerome boy...

There's been a terrible

accident with that machine.

I took the Liberty

with the truck.

Let's get you both fed.

It's natural to grieve a

loss, stud, but you have to

be careful that your grief

doesn't turn into blame.

Blame is the lazy person's

way of making sense of chaos.

You know, I want to talk

to you about something,

now you're the man.

I know how you feel

about that machine, yeah?

But...

We can both see it's, uh...

I guess what I'm trying to

say is I'm thinking I could

stick with that supply work,

try and get some of that

water down here.

That's not going to happen.

My father tried

a hundred times.

I know, I know.

You're probably right.

I just...

I just figured maybe it just

sort of needs a, you know, a

fresh face.

Maybe we can try

just one more time.

I know you would

never give up.

Well, I'd like to help.

Maybe it'll be a gift.

My gift to you,

my gift to Mary.

My gift to your nephew.

What?

It could be a niece.

I think it's too

small yet to know.

Really?

Yeah.

I've been called a lot of names

but "daddy" ain't one of them.

She wanted me to tell you.

I really love her, stud.

What do you say?

Imagine what that water

could do for this land.

If you go up there,

don't drink with them.

Must be trying work up here.

Easy to think the loneliness

and isolation could make a

man savage.

And without women

to cut the grease...

Must make you mad.

What would you know

about it, home grown?

Look what you've

accomplished.

It's amazing what men can do when

they put their heads together.

I can't rub out a flame

with two sticks, but this...

You've come a long way.

Not without its costs

though, I guess.

Ernest holm...

I guess they call

it a tragedy.

Mm.

I don't like those

kinds of machines.

Drag a man to his death.

It don't make sense.

How do you think

his kids feel?

Look, I know Ernest wronged

something by you all.

You know it seems like these

challenges at the times make

honest people confused

in their choosing.

You know, I like to see

to myself sometimes.

Like we agreed, it can make

you savage, put your hands

on a man, just bloody

someone for an idea.

Not saying it's not without

cause, you know, a man

steals from me,

steals pure survival?

You know, a beating

seems in the lines.

Sound like rhymes.

Just saying the

way I hear it.

Talk talk.

About what?

About...

What you did to Ernest

that night before he died.

If you want, I can tell

those kids exactly what

happened that night.

What's that?

Turned up in his effects.

Family's thinking

"what in the hell?"

And your boys talking up here

keep lathering the tale.

You know, sounds like one

hell of a fight between you two.

Who knows what to believe?

If I'd set to do something

to Ernest holm, it wouldn't

amount to concussion, and

that's the god damned "talk

talk" as you put it.

Now what do you want?

Water.

And what in the hell are

you going to do with that?

The land is sick.

No it's not.

Your daddy's land

is dead sick.

Killed it with pesticides.

Everybody knows that.

I'm not talking about his.

Not Ernest's?

Come on, you do it all the

time for the right price.

Now you're going to do

it because it's right.

The water line

to St. walstan.

I'll see what I can do.

Pray for rain.

That sh*t'll put

me out of business.

Blue skies, dry breeze.

Out of the dusty earth.

The things that we have

complained about for their

brutal consistency can now

be seen as good graces and

fair working conditions.

In a few moments, this

tributary will distribute

its life sustaining gifts

on this small piece of land.

I raise these scissors in

thanks to the state water works.

Who thankfully reversed

their decision to run an

irriduct to St. walstan.

It's been a long time since

we've seen such an act of

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