1922 Page #2

---

are coming with me to Omaha.

I am gonna open a dress shop.

That's my idea of fair.

[Arlette stomping]

[Arlette] Don't fool with me, Wilf.

I'm not now. Henry and I have had

many conversations about this.

He wants to go.

Least try it on for size.

And I thought I might look for work

as a mechanic.

Cars and trucks, but...

Farm machinery mostly. You know.

If I can keep that old Farmall running,

hell...

[chuckles]

I guess I can keep anything running.

You're not fooling?

And Henry talked you into this?

Yeah. He convinced me...

it'd be better to...

take a chance at being happy in town

than to stay out here on my own

in, uh, what would be...

sure misery.

Whoo!

- The boy talks sense and the man listens?

- [laughing]

At long last.

Hallelujah.

[Wilfred]

Either that or a hit in the head.

[Arlette laughing]

That's not too bad. No.

[Arlette] Henry, come out here!

Let's celebrate.

[jazz music playing on record player]

- Henry.

- Stop.

Finally we're all together.

- My men see sense.

- All right. Stop.

Oh!

Shoot.

If you're good, Wilf,

you can suck it out of the cloth later on.

Oh, no need to be so prissy.

I've seen you with Shannon Cotterie.

Pretty face and a nice little figure.

Mm.

If you're not getting a touch of that,

you're a fool.

Just be careful. Fourteen's not too young

to marry out here in the middle.

[Arlette clicking]

Oh. Yes, ma'am.

[chuckles]

Here's to Shannon Cotterie

and her future bubbies,

and if my son don't know the color

of her nipples, he's a slowpoke.

Make sure when you're laying down

with her in the corn

or behind the barn that you're a no poke.

Explore all you like

and, you know, rub it with your Johnny Mac

until he feels good and spits up.

But you stay out of the home place...

lest you get locked in

like your mummer and daddy.

[Wilfred] Gotcha.

[Wilfred grunting]

- Get off.

- [groans]

I just wanna go to sleep.

Off you will.

All right.

Nearly there.

[Arlette groans]

[Wilfred] Almost there.

[Arlette grunting]

There we go.

She can't say those things about Shannon.

Oh, but she will.

It's just how she is.

And you know that.

Hell, that's how the good Lord made her.

All right?

And she'll split you and Shannon up, too.

I guarantee that.

If we let her.

Couldn't you get your own lawyer?

You think the kind that I can afford...

could stand up to them lawyers

that Farrington would throw at us?

And she'd want that 100 acres, too.

And she means for them to have it.

This is the only way, boy.

But you've got to help me.

Will you?

I just wish there was another way.

Me, too, son.

[sobbing]

Me, too.

This is our house.

This is where we belong.

Are you willing to fight for it, boy?

Rate this script:4.0 / 1 vote