The Woodsman Page #4

something good.

You don't see it yet, but I do.

You know, most people

say the odds are against me.

What odds?

Percentages...

for guys like me.

Most of us end up back there.

Well, most people don't know

what they're talking about.

You want to talk about odds?

Someday I'll tell you how I survived...

as the only daughter

in a family with three sons.

Hell, maybe you should

tell me now.

Maybe not.

You scared?

I got poked around

here and there.

Jesus. Which brother?

All three, in chronological order.

Why are you telling me this?

I'm trying to tell you who I am,

if you're interested.

You must hate your brothers.

- I love my brothers.

- No, you don't.

I love all of them.

They're strong, gentle men

with families of their own.

If you ever asked them about what they did

to me, they'd beat the sh*t out of you.

And they'd call you a f***ing liar.

Hey...

I never told anyone that before.

Yeah, he's right there.

Hey, Jim.

Yeah. Okay.

I'll tell him. Bye-bye.

Bob said you wanted to see me.

He wants everyone to sign

this card for Reggie.

It's a baby girl.

Reggie must be a happy man.

I heard you're lookin'

for another job.

Where'd you hear that?

- Around.

- I'm not lookin' for another job.

I just heard they're looking for some

good men down at Dan Shroeder's place.

I like my job. Thank you.

- So, I've got some good news.

- What's that?

Annette will see you.

Aren't you glad?

When?

Early July.

- That's three months from now.

- It's a better time.

Carla will be away at camp.

House'll be quiet.

It's better when it's quiet.

- Tell Annette I'm busy in July.

- Now, come on, Walter.

You should see my appointment book.

It just got crazy.

- It isn't what you think.

- Isn't it?

Look, the important thing

is that you and Annette talk.

She needs to see you,

and you need to see her.

I'm not a monster.

Hey.

So next week, Annette's gonna

be away for a few days, right?

And the thing is,

when Annette's away...

I get horny as hell for other women.

I mean, I fantasize about

f***ing some beautiful woman.

You don't have to tell me this.

I know. I'm just sayin' I understand.

It's crazy out there. I mean,

girls wearing mini-this, mini-that...

Sometimes when I walk down the street

and I pass a sexy-looking woman...

she makes me feel

like I'm bothering her.

Hey, I see a pretty lady, I look.

That's the price of beauty, my friend.

You wouldn't believe the things Carla

and her friends are wearin' these days.

- Can I ask you something?

- Sure.

You ever have...

feelings for Carla?

What do you mean?

You know, feelings.

Look, man, I ain't got your sick f***in'...

Disease? Is that what it is?

Whatever the f*** it is,

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