Sometimes a Great Notion Page #3

huh?

He fell out of a tree

about four months ago.

Broke his whole

left side.

Hell, I've been hurt

worse than that.

Henry,

for goodness sake.

I don't think we ought

to keep Leland

standing here

on the dock. Hi.

I'm Viv. Hank's wife.

How you do?

Why don't you

come on up?

Hank's around

here someplace.

At least he was

a few minutes ago.

How are you, swinger?

Never thought you'd get

back here on your own.

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess it is

kinda strange.

What are you,

just passing through?

Maybe.

What do you think,

Henry?

Want to put this puppy

dog up for the night?

I don't know. Looks to me like

some kind of NewYork fairy.

Boy, damn if he don't.

If you two would just

stop it. Now come on.

Hey, Lee,

how does it look to you?

Pretty much the same.

Where's he going to sleep,

though?

Wherever you think.

Oh, I got it.

Hey, Lee, you can have

your old room back.

We'll just move

our kids out right now.

You don't mind doing that,

do you, honey?

Why no. Of course not.

Hey, Lee, see,

you're all set up.

Better get those kids

out pretty quick, Jan,

he looks kind of

shook up.

I've been on the road

three days.

Where you sure as hell

been on something, bub.

Want a beer?

No. No, thanks.

Come on in.

Sit down where we can talk.

No, really.

I am kind of tired.

If I could maybe

sack out for a while

and get myself together.

Well, sure,

you bet, Lee.

Come on upstairs.

I got your stuff.

Come on.

I think he's beautiful.

Yeah, the son...

the prodigal son returns.

That's me, right?

Question is why.

I think it's time for you

to know the answer.

You see, my dear boozy mother

used to get these letters

every month.

And who do you suppose

sent those letters?

Himself.

And what do you suppose

was in those letters?

Hmm?

Money.

Real, honest to goodness money.

I mean, it's really got

to make you wonder

his being so nice to us.

Hank. Not my old man.

Hank.

God only knows.

I owe him an awful lot.

So I just had to come up here

and give him my helping hand.

Now, ain't we lucky?

Bunch of dumb scabs.

Ignorant savages,

eat dirt and bugger raccoons

'cause they don't know

any better.

And then here comes

Leland Stamper.

Knows everything.

Yeah...

Well, I know this, Hank.

I know all there is to know

about ladies

who jump out of

six-story windows.

I'm a real expert at that.

So be it, bub.

Nobody pushed.

Please tell me about it.

She's dead and buried.

Nobody's business.

You know, I don't remember

seeing Hank at the funeral.

Would you believe it, Viv?

Nobody came.

Nobody.

Well, not even anybody

from her own family?

Disowned her.

Gave up on her years ago,

when she ran away to Oregon

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