Fast Food Nation Page #4

We come in here

first thing in the morning.

- It's still dark, no traffic.

- Uh-huh.

Everybody's feelin' calm and sleepy.

We'll be taking this order to go,

motherf***er.

If you got the balls, b*tch.

I'm supposed to go out to some ranch.

Maybe that'll be worth something.

I don't know.

Well, I'm meetin' with Harry

on Friday.

So I should be back on Saturday.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Put-Put him on.

- ...but the disease that spreads-

- Who's this?

Hello, Stevie.

Couple of guys invited me to a party

at the "U" on Saturday night.

You wanna come?

Do they know you go to Cody?

For some reason,

they think I'm a freshman in college.

Oh, I wonder why.

One of them is really hot.

Oh, I gotta work that night.

You work way too much.

You the one that called?

Yeah. Hi there. I'm Don.

Climb on over.

- Ever been out here before?

- Nope.

It's beautiful.

You ever been on a ranch before?

Yeah, when I was a kid, at camp.

How, uh- How many acres

do you have, Rudy?

Well, you wouldn't want to have to walk

your way outta here. That's for sure.

Come on up

and meet my new neighbors.

Aw. No.

Aw, geez.

- When did all this happen?

- Last couple of years.

Local rancher lost control

of the land.

Banks took it and sold it

to real estate speculators.

What the hell happened over there?

- Meth freaks.

- Out here?

They find a quiet little place,

start cookin'-

till somethin' blows up

or burns down.

Wow.

Past year and a half,

I've had two bodies dumped on my land.

Dead bodies?

One of 'em was rolled up

in this nice-lookin' carpet.

Scared the sh*t out of my foreman.

They dump dead dogs and cats...

and all other sorts of garbage

on my land.

Seems like I spend half my time

just defendin' the place.

I gotta go to court next week...

to fight off some private

corporation from Denver...

wants to build a toll road

across my land.

Eminent domain, my ass.

They got another word for it-

robbery.

You wanna open that up for me?

You should get a clicker.

Hey, Rudy. You know anybody

over at Uni-Globe Meat Packing?

- Sure.

- What do you think of 'em?

I think they're a fine bunch.

Really?

They'll slit your throat

for a nickel.

Nothin' personal.

They just want the extra nickel.

- Well, who do you know over there?

- I know all of 'em.

- I sold cattle to 'em for years.

- Oh.

More important, I know their type.

They are the meanest, toughest sons of b*tches,

and they're proud of it.

But that's nothin' new.

My granddad went up

against the meat packers in 1919.

Testified in Congress

about their price-fixing.

And after that, none of them

would buy his cattle.

U.M.P. and all the rest

tried to run him out of the business.

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