Betrayed Page #4

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- OK, smile.

Smile!

Great.

- Here you are, darlin'.

- Oh, wait, Shorty. Let me get your picture.

You taste these, you're gonna

leave this big ugly thing for me.

- How long you been drivin' combines?

- It's just only my first year.

- Do you like it?

- I like travellin' around meetin' people.

- But I don't like the motels much.

- I can understand that.

- Thank you.

- Hey, Lyle. You know Katie?

- Yeah.

- Lyle went way back with my dad.

There was a real man for you. He could

eat a bear for breakfast and sh*t bullets.

How do you know he sh*t bullets, Lyle?

- Your mouth full of obscenities again?

- Hiya, Reverend.

- Hey, I got somethin' for you, Reverend.

- Hey!

There's the old quarterback.

Hey, Gary!

When the hell are we gonna go huntin'?

I'm gettin' rusty.

I don't know, Buster,

but I'll let you know.

- You ever been huntin'?

- When I was young, my daddy took me.

I got cherry bombs,

snappin' crackers and big nukes.

Hellfire, Buster, you got enough stuff there

to blow up the town on the Fourth of July.

Government's found a new way

to put the farmers back on their feet.

- How's that, Shorty?

- It's gonna take away the pick-ups.

Say, why are you taking all the pictures?

I always take a lot of pictures.

I got a whole album of 'em at home.

What is the matter with you, Wes? Scared

your face is gonna bust the camera?

(SCREAMS OF DELIGHT)

(CROWD SINGS "AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL")

- You ain't gonna invite me in, are you?

- No.

It ain't time yet, is it?

Well, you better go in, or else I'm gonna

end up making your bed or somethin'.

Hey, girl. Happy Independence Day.

(PHONE)

Hello. Yes.

They're all in the barn.

It's Beauty. She's too sick.

Daddy said we're gonna

have to put her to sleep.

Please, Dad, we don't have to.

She'll be OK. She'll be all right, Dad.

- Katie, tell him, please. Katie, tell him!

- I can't watch it.

(GUNSHOT)

I gotta go. My mama's gonna have

an operation. I just got a call.

- When are you comin' back?

- Couple of days.

I can't get any work done anyway.

It's gonna take a while for it to dry out.

- Where are you goin'?

- Her mom's sick. She's goin' home.

- Ain't you gonna give me my ride?

- Sure she is, Joey.

- You promise?

- I promise.

I'm sorry about Beauty, Gary.

Katie, we'll be waitin' for you.

Weaver.

Put your tag on, Miss Weaver.

- ...his, uh, his father.

- No, please.

You say no, but we all do.

Gary Simmons's father, sir.

His father joined

the Sons of Liberty in 1978.

He refused to pay his taxes. The IRS went

after him. They put a lien on his farm.

His father hung himself. His wife

divorced him, moved to California.

She was killed in a hit-and-run accident.

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