Rancho Deluxe Page #6

The poor people of this state

are dope fiends for pickup trucks.

As soon as they get

ten cents ahead,

They trade in

on a new pickup truck.

The families, homesteads, schools,

hospitals and happiness of Montana...

have been sold down the river

to buy pickup trucks.

It is a sickness here

worse than alcohol and dope.

It is the pickup truck debt.

And there is no

cure in sight.

Well... I do see

what you mean.

Really.

But I own this truck

in partners with jack,

And we do a good deal

of hauling with it.

Jack, get the front door, would you?

Hello, Anna.

We're going to

leave you two alone.

Jack?

I know I can see

that you really question my judgment-

That's right, mother.

I question your judgment on this.

- Now look, pal-

- Get out.

I'm about to question

your goddamn judgment.

Did you hear me?

I don't know

why they did this.

They left it up to me.

So I came.

I wanted to see you.

I wanted to look at you.

It makes it harder, Anna.

God.

I'd just gotten

so I could come here at all.

I'd just risen to that.

Hey.

How do you like

being single?

I guess it's

the only way I can live.

Jack,

Couldn't I come

and see you?

Anna, why?

So we can work

on each other again?

So we can lock ourselves in the house and...

crawl around and weep

and take tranquilizers,

Talk about suicide

and pointlessness again?

Is that what you wanna do?

Anna, don't you understand yet?

We make each other insane.

Don't you

understand that yet?

God, that last week

we had together.

You were too crazy

to even wash your face.

I had to brush the knots

out of your hair.

We mutilate each other!

Don't you understand that?

I still love you.

I don't care.

I love you and I don't

want any more of it!

I don't want

any more of it!

Are you sure

that's them?

Sure as shootin'.

Is that pretty sure?

That's real sure.

You're not that bad.

You just play for shape

instead of blasting away.

- Are you Indian?

- Part.

IIndians never get

too good at pool.

I thought maybe

you were Jewish.

Or a greaser.

So, as you were saying-

Well...

it's just that old...

john brown has seized on

this rustling because he's...

kind of sad

and bored and all.

And all this

sleuthin' excites him.

What about that, uh, stock detective?

Well-

Where'd that come from?

John has gone and hired

this henry beige.

He's out of

twodot, Montana.

Got a great reputation.

He'll be here tomorrow.

He's pretty old.

Uh. Bringin' his niece

to take care of him.

Doesn't that kind of take away

from old john brown's fun?

I was thinkin'

the same thing.

And I hope not.

He's been sleeping nights

lately instead of, uh,

Ramblin' around

the ranch yard...

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