The Straight Story Page #2

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He'll never make it|past The Grotto.

The Grotto.|8 km

I'm havin'|a little engine trouble.

What the heck is that|you're driving there?

It's a Rehds. Could you|give me a lift into town?

Yeah, to The Grotto. This|is the Sun Ray Tour. Get in.

- I'll get you help there.|- I'd appreciate that.

My Edward loved|his riding mower.

Hey, come here, hurry.

Hurry up.

Poor Alvin.

So the man...in a...pick-up,|he brought my dad back.

Ohh...mm, I must've been|at the beauty shop.

What kinda pick-up?

A Ford.

-But what's your dad doin' with that gun?|-I don't know.

I gave you that old Rehds|last time, right?

That you did.

You tradin' in that Rehds today?

No, I don't believe I will.

Pete told me you used that rider|in a real interestin' way.. You still plannin' to do that?

Still plannin it, Tom.

I know not to talk you out of|somethin' you set your mind to,

but Alvin, you've always|struck me as smart.

Well, that's appreciated.

Until now.

-What year?|-'66.

Has Kohler engine. We've used it for parts|but I always replace them.

The guts are good. It's got the old transmission.|Nothing fancy.

- Is it a good machine?|- It's good machine.

Tom, I got $325.|That's a fact.

That's sounds good to me, Alvin.|Let's go settle up with Alice.

One more thing, sometime you can find out | about these old machines, if you know who run 'em.

-Do you know who owned it?|-You bet... Me.

All right.

I couldn't get a ride.

Are you hungry?

Whaddaya got?

Weeners.

Weeners?

Weeners. Wanna try one?

Here's a good stick for you.

What a hunk of junk.

Eat your dinner, missy.

So,...how long you been|out on the road?

Well, I been travellin'|most of my life.

- Where you from?|- Laurens.

Got a wife back there? Kids?

My wife, Francis delivered|14 babies. Seven of 'em made it.

My daughter,|Rose lives with me.

Francis died in '81.

Where's your family?

Are you runnin' away?

How far along are ya?

Five months.

Well, I'm headin'|to see my brother Lyle.

Huh?

I said I'm goin' to see|my brother Lyle in Mount Zion.

- Where's that?|- Wisconsin.

Oh...|- Just across the state line.

Cheddar Heads.

Aren't those the dumbest things you ever seen|somebody stick on their head?

I hear that's|a real party place - Wisconsin.

Guess I'll never|get to find out.

There's a blanket in the trailer.|Why don't you go get it?

My family hates me.

They'll really hate me|when they find out.

- You didn't tell 'em?|- No.

No one knows.|Not even my boyfriend.

Well, they may be mad, but I don't think they're|mad enough to wanna lose you.

or your little problem.

I don't know about that.

Well, of course, neither do I, but...

a warm bed and a roof sounds a might better than...

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