The Indian Runner Page #3

Joe come here to tell me...

...that my mother died.

What do you say we all

go for some chow?

- Pinatas are from Spain.

- Mexico.

Catch you smoking in the motor home,

I'll shave you.

That woman has a beard.

That woman has a beard.

You think we can't hear,

or see, or what?

I'm gonna go say hello.

You do that.

How do you do? My name's Dorothy.

Is it real?

A way-out lady I got.

She used to be one of them

flower children.

All right, come on. Come on.

Bigger they come,

the harder they fall, right?

I want you to come back with me.

- What?

- I knew you were gonna say that.

Come back with me.

Live at the house a while.

Oh, yeah. Maria'd love that.

Joe, I got...

I got Dorothy. I'm cool.

- You live in a motel.

- No. Just until I find another place.

She's staying at her folks' till then.

Why don't you come back

spend time with me, Raffael?

Spend time with family.

- How's he doing?

- He's okay.

She let me touch it.

She's just a little squirrel,

ain't she?

Bring her with you.

Bring her with you.

What would I do there?

- Have a few laughs with Pops?

- No.

Yeah.

You stay out of trouble,

get yourself a damn job.

I don't want a damn job.

I got a deal where I'm

scamming G.I. Bill checks.

As far as Mr. Trouble, he ain't

in no less one place than another.

Why is that, Frankie?

I always figured it was because

Trouble had a car. Know what I mean?

The law is here.

Never smoke this in front of the law.

- The law gets upset.

- I'm home!

Dispose of the evidence.

Woman.

Man.

- Hey, there.

- Hey, there.

- He didn't come?

- No.

- I'm sorry, Joe.

- No surprise.

Where's the boy?

In there shooting heroin?

Thank you, Lord, for the gift

of this woman's cooking...

...for the food to cook...

...and for the family we have

to share it.

Amen.

Amen.

- You want some?

- Yeah.

Gonna sell the house, I think.

- Are you?

- Think so.

Where you thinking of living?

There's a trailer park

over on Bright's. Pretty good deal.

It's nice there.

They have a vegetable garden

where you can rent a plot.

Grow your own vegetables.

- That's right, "vegables."

- "Vegables."

Vegables, that's right.

Did you know your Daddy

grew vegables, Raffael?

Your daddy was a farmer

before he was a...

...policeman.

Very good, Raffael.

You miss the farm, Joe?

Sometimes.

It's a b*tch, ain't it?

Same thieves who took your farm

now have you work for them.

We get by fine.

- We get by fine.

- Sure, of course you do.

- Of destruction has pushed us

to the brink of disaster...

- Joe Roberts.

- Hey, boy. Did I wake you?

- No, that's all right.

- I'll tell you why I called.

You know that strip of moulding...

...that you have between

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