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Hey, partner.

Hold on there, just a second.

Where are you headed, there?

Where are you headed up to?

How are you doing there, bud?

Huh? Are you okay?
Where are you headed?

You headed down the
road, there, huh?

- (GRUNTS)
- Huh?

Where are you coming from?

Yeah?

SHERIFF: There he is.

Thank you.

Well, there's the
man of the hour.

The what?

The man of the hour.

I... I don't know.

So, you told the sheriff that
you were walking to Nebraska?

That's right.

To get my million dollars.

What million dollars?

"We are now authorized to
pay one million dollars"

"to Woodrow T. Grant
of Billings, Montana."

Let me see that.

And your mother won't take me.

"Mega Sweepstakes Marketing."

Dad, this is a total come-on.

It's... It's one of the
oldest gimmicks in the book.

I didn't even know they
still did it anymore.

Well, they can't say
it if it's not true.

They're just trying to
sell you magazines.

It says I won.

(SCOFFS) So, mail it in.
I'll help you.

I'm not trusting the mail
with a million dollars.

You dumb cluck.

You pretty near gave
me a heart attack!

Just cool your jets.

This is the second time
he's tried to sneak out.

I never knew the son of a bitch

even wanted to be a millionaire.

He should have thought
about that years ago

and worked for it.

What would you do with a
million dollars anyway, Dad?

Buy a new truck.

You can't drive.

I'll get my license back.

Tell me when you do, so I
can stay off the road.

I need an air compressor, too.

KATE: Are you still
harping on that?

WOODY: Ed Pegram still has mine.

KATE: That's because
he's a thief.

WOODY: He's not a thief.

I lent it to him.

Who's Ed Pegram?

A guy I knew back in Hawthorne.

And when did he borrow it?

'74.

That's almost 40 years.

He lives two states away.

I'd say he stole it.

That's why I need a new one.

KATE: Where are you off to now?

Sitting down.

KATE: He even sleeps
with that stupid letter.

He's memorized it word for word.

I didn't think he could
memorize anything anymore.

(EXHALES)

DAVID: Hey, what's
with this casserole?

KATE: Oh, it's lasagna.
It's still good, take it.

You know what I'd do
with a million dollars?

I'd put him in a home.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(MUSIC STOPS)

But that's not to say
that I can't set you up

with a whole lot more
reasonable speakers

that'll still blow your mind

if you're worried that
the Wilsons or Paradigms

are going to set
you back too much.

You know, the way they
design speakers anymore...

You can't make a mistake.

Okay.

All right, well, yeah, let's...

We need to discuss it and
we'll get back to you.

- Oh.
- I'll let you know.

Let me, uh, give you a card.

Give me a call any time if
you have any more questions.

- All right, thank you.
- Excellent.

Mark, Janice, a pleasure.

"Janice."

"Janice." Sorry.

(PA BEEPS)

MAN ON PA: David.
Call, line one.

David Grant. Call, line one.

Where did they find
him this time?

(SIGHS) Way the hell out
on King Avenue by the Albertsons.

I can't take it anymore.

Ross is in there, trying to
talk some sense into him.

(SIGHS)

Ross.

Hi, David.

What's going on, Dad?

WOODY: Ask Ma and Ross.

They seem to know it all.

I'm asking you.

Can't get her to turn over.

That's because ifs been
sitting there for 10 years.

WOODY: Oh, I'll get it running.

He still thinks he's going
to Lincoln to get his money.

Hey, Dad, how come you didn't

fix the truck first
or take a bus?

Why did you just start walking?

Don't pull his chain like that.

The poor guy doesn't know
what's going on half the time.

I cut the solenoid wire
and stuck it back in

so that'll slow him down.

And Mom's right. It's time
to think about a home.

She can't handle him anymore.
It's not fair to her.

No. He doesn't need
a nursing home.

He just... The guy just needs
something to live for.

That's all this is about.

Yeah, and it's pathetic.

Seems like drinking
always gave him

more than enough to
live for until now.

Mom and I are
looking at reality,

and you'd better start, too.

A home is in his best interests.

Which, let's face it,
is a hell of a lot more

than he ever thought
about with us.

He never gave a shit
about you or me.

I saw you anchoring
the other night.

- Nice job.
- Thanks.

It's your first time
in the chair, right?

Yeah, Kelly Ann Castillo
called in sick,

so they let me fill in.

And apparently I didn't stink
the place up too bad, so...

Tom Brokaw.

The new Tom Brokaw of Billings.

(CHUCKLES) I don't know
about "Tom Brokaw" exactly,

but, yeah, ifs
looking pretty good.

I've paid my dues.

Plus, Kelly Ann's got a
pretty bad infection, so...

ROSS ON TV: Bu! Opponents,

led by Councilman
Barry Tilden,

claim the plan is a "Pie
in the Big Sky idea"

that will cost taxpayers
more than it's worth.

The Council is expected
to debate the propose!

In Monday's session.

Coming up next, in sports...

Carter brings us the story
of a Hardin snowmobiler

who may have lost his legs,
but not his will to compete.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

That, and more, after the break.
Stay with us.

(TURNS OFF TV)

Hi.

Are you moving back in?

No, these are yours. I'm
just returning them.

Oh, right. Thanks.

(SIGHS)

You want to come in?

David, you need to
water these plants.

These are plants.

(FAUCET RUNNING)

I'd like you to
change your mind.

NOEL: What does that mean?

You know what it means. I
want you to move back in.

But I just moved out.

So, two years and
we're back to dating?

I don't know yet. (SIGHS)
We'll find out in a while.

(PHONE RINGING)

Are we still having sex?

I've got to go.

Wait, wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Come on.

Are you saying that we
can't be together again

unless we get married?

Get married, break up...
I don't know.

Let's do both. Let's...
Let's do something.

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

KATE ON ANSWERING MACHINE:
Pick up or call me back,

- right now.
- Shit.

I don't know what I'm
going to do with him.

I'm going to put him in a...

Hi, Mom. I'm here.

Dad.

Dad!

Leave me alone.

(COUGHING)

Come on, let me take you home.

I'm going to Lincoln if
it's the last thing I do.

I don't care what
you people think.

Listen to me. You
didn't win anything.

It's a complete scam.

So you've got to
stop this, okay?

I'm running out of time.

You don't even have a suitcase.

I'm not staying there.

Dad.

I can't let you go.

It's none of your business.

Yes, it is. I'm your son.

Well, then why
don't you take me?

I can't just drop everything

and drive to Lincoln, Nebraska.

Oh.

What else you got going on?

Have you lost your marbles, too?

Get your father out of your car

this goddamned instant.

You need to help me.

I'm the one who does all
the work around here.

Your father just sits there.

Look at him. He's useless.

His mother spoiled him.

Mom, don't worry, okay?

We'll only be gone
a couple of days.

Why don't you just
enjoy the time alone?

You always complain about
having him around.

What about your job?

Well, I told them I was sick.

Sick in the head.

I'm going to tell
Ross to call you.

- (ENGINE STARTS)
- He'll back me up.

Right. Sounds great. Bye, Mom.

You're just like your father.

Stubborn as a mule!

Let me know when you get tired.
I'll drive.

You can't drive.

I can drive a hell of a lot
better than that moron.

All right, Dad.

I can drive a hell of a lot
better than that moron.

(GAS PUMP CLICKS)

Shit.

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Jesus Christ, Dad, what
are you doing here?

Oh.

I got thirsty.

Well, good to see
you're not drinking.

Beer ain't "drinking."

Let's go.

- Hey, Dad.
- Yeah?

How about we go see
Mount Rushmore?

We don't have time for that.

It's just 30 minutes
off the Interstate.

We're right here.

It's just a bunch of rocks.

So, what do you think, Dad?

It doesn't look finished to me.

How do you mean?

Well, looks like somebody
got bored doing it.

Washington's the only
one with any clothes,

and they're just
kind of roughed in.

Lincoln doesn't
even have an ear.

Okay, we've seen it.

- (GROANS)
- (CLATTERING)

- (GRUNTS)
- (CLATTERING)

Dad?

Dad?

Come here. Oh, Jesus.

(GROANS)

(COUGHING)

(GROANS)

Oh, Dad.

I'm fine.

Go back to bed.

DOCTOR: All right, sir.

Are you hanging with me?

Mmm.

Let me know if I'm
hurting you, bud.

Mmm.

Don't worry about it.
Almost done.

All right, sir. That ought
to pretty much do it.

You did great.

Give me a second.

Where's my teeth?

You lost your teeth?

(SIGHS)

Did you leave them at the motel?

No.

The tavern?

I wasn't in no tavern.

Did you leave them at the place
where they serve alcohol

that you don't call a tavern?

Must have been when I
fell by the tracks.

- (SIGHS)
- DOCTOR: Gentlemen,

thank you for your patience.

Considering it's a
pretty bad head wound,

his age, his confusion,

and his history of drinking,

I really think we should
keep him in the hospital

a day or so for observation.

I don't drink.

You hear that, Dad?

We won't be making
Lincoln by Friday.

We have until Monday.

We're going to take
you back home.

I'm not going home.

No, I can't wait until Monday.

That means I wouldn't be back
at work until Wednesday.

Selling record players.

I won a million dollars.

Congratulations.

That will just about pay
for a day in the hospital.

Dad.

Dad.

Dad.

Hey, I looked, but I couldn't
find your teeth anywhere.

They're by the tracks.

Listen, Mom talked to Uncle
Ray and Aunt Martha,

and they're going to put us up
in Hawthorne over the weekend.

I don't want to go to Hawthorne.

There's no sense going to
Lincoln over the weekend.

I will get you there
Monday morning.

Anyway, Aunt Martha said she'd
invite all your brothers over

and have a little
get-together on Sunday.

Mom's coming down on the bus,
maybe Ross and Marcie, too.

It'll be nice.

I don't want to go to Hawthorne.

Oh! Okay! Dad, I found it!

Here it is!

Oh, wait. This isn't yours.

I was kidding. Here.

These ain't mine.

Of course they're yours.

No.

- Whose else is it going to be?
- (SCOFFS)

- See if it fits.
- They're not my teeth.

They have to be.

I ought to know my own teeth.

(SIGHS)

Of course they're my teeth.

Don't be a moron.

(LAUGHING)

Well, hello there, boys!

- David: Hey, Aunt Martha.
- Hi.

Woody!

Martha.

Davey!

Look at you, Davey.

You couldn't have
been more than 15

the last time you were here.

That was what I was
saying to Dad.

It's been a long time.

Well, what do you got to
say for yourself, Woody?

Nothing.

What did you do to your head?

Fell.

You Grant brothers sure
are men of few words.

Come on in.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING ON TV)

Look who I found hanging
around out front, Ray.

Your little brother, Woody.

What's up, Woody?

Nothing.

How about you?

Not much.

Hi, Uncle Ray.

You have a latrine?

Uh, around the corner,
to your left.

You boys remember
your cousin David?

- Bart.
- Hey.

- Cole.
- Hey.

It's been a long time
since we all met as kids.

What are you guys up to?

Not much.

This economy has just
tore up Hawthorne, Davey.

Things are hard for young men.

Yeah, I'm in the home theater

and electronics business myself.

It's a rough time,
I'll tell you that.

Cole, here, did some jail.

Don't bring that up.

Bitch lied through her teeth.

I will not have that
language in my house.

COLE: Sorry, Mom.

Now, Davey, you sit down.
You must be starving.

I made sandwiches.

So, how long did it
take you to get here?

I don't know. Uh...

We got sort of waylaid
in Rapid City.

That's where Dad had
his little accident.

But how long, total?

Um...

A couple of days, I guess.

- From Billings?
- Yeah.

How far is that?

It's probably about,
uh, 750 Miles.

It took you two days
to drive 750 Miles?

What were you driving, a
dump truck or something?

(LAUGHING)

It's a Subaru. Outback.

Hell, I drove up from
Dallas one time.

That's 850 Miles.

I done that in eight hours.

That's, like, over
100 Miles an hour.

Oh, Bart was moving.

Here you go, Davey. Dig in.

Thank you.

Shit, two days from Montana.

Son of a bitch must have
been driving in reverse.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(CHATTERING CONTINUES ON TV)

Ray's foot's been bothering him.

Ain't that right, Ray?

It's okay. Just hurts.

Did you get that, Dad?

- Dad?
- Huh?

Uncle Ray's foot hurts.

I know.

Everything else good, though?

Uncle Ray?

Not really.

Kate says they got Ross
on the news out there.

Says he's doing real good.

Yup. Yeah, he's doing great.

Well, good for him.

He always was a
go-getter, wasn't he?

Yup.

(LAUGHING)
Two goddamn days from Billings!

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

I used to own this garage.

Own it? I thought the
air compressor guy did.

Ed Pegram?

Yeah, I thought he owned it.

We were partners.

Oh.

What happened?

Sold it to him.

For how much?

$800.

(LATIN MUSIC PLAYING)

- You need something?
- David: Oh, hi, yeah.

My dad, here, used
to own this place.

MECHANIC: Oh, yeah?

What you fellows got
going on, here?

Oh, we're just replacing a
transmission cooler line.

- You know Ed Pegram?
- MECHANIC: Who?

Ed Pegram.

Used to own this place with me.

(BOTH SPEAKING SPANISH)

We don't know him.

Hey, bud.

You're using the wrong wrench.

Come on, Dad. Let's get going.

Good talking to you.

WOODY: Moron was using
the wrong wrench.

Let's see if I know
anyone in here.

It's pretty quiet in here.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Hi, fellas. What can
I get for you today?

WOODY: Beer.

Okay, what kind of
beer would you like?

Anything's fine.
Coors, if you got it.

I'll have a Mountain Dew.

Okay, we're out of Coors.

The truck doesn't
come in until Monday.

Bud's good.

Bud and a Dew, coming up.

Tom Varnik still own this place?

I don't remember that name.

It must have been
before my time.

Here we go, guys.

Anything else I can get
for you right now?

No, ma'am.

Okay, holler if you
need something.

I used to know everyone in here.

It's where you had
your first drink?

No.

Dad used to let me sip his beer.

So, I guess you kept up that

fine family tradition
with Ross and me.

You liked it, as I recall.

I was, like, six.

A sip of beer ain't
going to kill you

when you're six years old.

I thought you drank.

Come on. Have a beer
with your old man.

Be somebody.

I've been trying to give it up.

What for?

(STAMMERS) It was starting to...

It just wasn't helping.

And now you're all right.

- Excuse me.
- BARTENDER: Yeah.

Can I have a beer, too, please?

You betcha.

I'm going to drink with my dad.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

I didn't tell you that
Noel and I broke up.

Who?

Noel.

The girl I've been living
with for the past two years.

She moved out. We broke up.

Oh.

Maybe I should have asked her
to get married. I don't know.

I just...

I just never felt sure,
you know what I mean?

How are you supposed to
know when you're sure?

Were you sure?

Huh?

How did you and Mom end
up getting married?

Oh, she wanted to.

And you didn't?

I figured, what the hell.

Were you ever sorry
you married her?

All the time.

Could have been worse.

You must have been in love.
At least, at first.

Never came up.

Did you ever talk
about having kids?

How many you wanted
and stuff like that?

Nope.

Then why did you have us?

Because I like to screw.

And your mother is a Catholic.

So, you figure it out.

So, you and Mom never
actually talked about

whether you wanted kids or not?

I figured if we
kept on screwing,

we would end up with
a couple of you.

Did you ever think
about leaving her?

Oh, I would just end
up with somebody else

who would give me
shit all the time.

Yeah, you would.

Yeah.

I'd say she's put up with your
drinking all these years.

I don't drink that much.

- You're an alcoholic.
- Bullshit.

Oh, what do you
mean, "bullshit"?

I knew you had a problem
when I was eight.

I used to watch you hide
your booze in the garage.

Yeah, you stole it, too.
I figured it was you.

You cost me a lot of money.

(STAMMERS)
Yeah, I poured it out

because I was sick of seeing
you drunk all the time.

I figured it was you.

You would never
catch your brother

sneaking around like that.

I served my country.

I Pay my taxes.

And I got a right to do

whatever the goddamn
hell I want.

So, I guess you do drink.

- A little bit.
- A lot.

All right.

So, I drink a lot!

God damn it, so what?

You do what you want
to do, and so do I.

You would drink, too, if you
were married to your mother.

And it ain't your job
to tell me what to do,

you little cocksucker.

Dad.

Dad.

Dad!

What?

Should I take you back
to Ray and Martha's?

I don't know.

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(MEN LAUGHING)

WOODY: Say, don't you owe
me a couple of bucks?

Christ Almighty,
it's Woody Grant.

I don't believe it! How
the hell are you, Woody?

God, I never thought I'd
see you back in Hawthorne.

Fellas, say hello to
my old friend Woody.

ALL: Hello, Woody.

Yeah!

Move over. Move over.
Sit down, sit down.

I don't believe this.
Jesus Christ, Woody.

So, how you been?

- Pretty good.
- Yeah?

Me, too. I can't complain.

Boy, it's been a
long time, Woody.

A long time.

Hi, I'm David, Woody's son.

Oh. Ed Pegram.

Ed Pegram?

Davey? Oh, no shit.

How you doing, guy?

You know, the last time I saw you,
you was just a little shaver.

I used to give you candy
bars down at the garage

when you were about this high.

Thank you.

And apparently, my dad used
to give you air compressors.

How's that?

Nothing.

Hey, Dad, I'm going
to the bathroom.

(WHISPERS) Don't say
anything about the money.

Huh?

Don't say anything
about the money.

You still living up in Billings?

Yeah.

What brings you down here?

I'm just passing through.

(FLUSHING)

(FAUCET RUNNING)

(TURNS FAUCET OFF)

(ALL CHEERING)

ED: Goddamn, Woody Grant
is a millionaire!

Who would have thought it, huh?

(ALL CHEERING)

The next round is on Woody.

(ALL CHEERING)

(SIGHS)

(COUGHING)

Come on, Dad.

WOODY: Did you see the
look on their faces?

DAVID: Yeah, I saw.

WOODY: Did you see the look
on those fellas, faces?

(SCOFFS)

(GRUNTS)

Well, good morning, boys.

Slept in a little late, did you?

DAVID: Morning.

Davey, get yourself a
chair from over there.

And Woody, you sit
right on down here.

Right there, yeah.

(SIGHS)

Hungry?

Yeah, but it would be great
if you have some, uh...

Some coffee.

Got a call from Lowell
Meyerson this morning.

And Mary Jurak.

Woody, here, is the
talk of the town.

Is that right?

MARTHA: Why didn't you tell
us you was rich, Woody?

David said not to.

He's not rich.

You could have told
us the real reason

you were coming through town.

We're just tickled for you.

You got it on you?

Yeah, we sure would like to see

what a million
dollars looks like.

We still got to go to
Lincoln to get it.

Goddamn, you hit the Powerball!

- Whoo!
- (BOTH LAUGHING)

Show us the ticket, Uncle Woody.

Honestly, he didn't
win anything.

I didn't win anything.

I don't blame you, Woody.

I wouldn't broadcast it either.

Not until I had it in the bank.

You have to watch out
for buzzards, too.

Bart and me, we can drive you.

Sure.

We could get you to
Lincoln in an hour.

Lincoln is over 200 Miles.

Okay, an hour-and-a-half.
How long would it take you?

(WHISPERS)
A day-and-a-half.

RAY: Must be nice, winning
that kind of scratch.

We're real proud of you, Woody.

And I know Ma and Pa would've
been real proud, too.

COLE: Hell, yeah,
it must be nice.

Is it nice, Dad?

Is what nice?

Winning all that money?

Yeah, pretty nice.

Hey there, Woody. Remember me?

Bernie Bowen, how you doing?

Pretty good.

That's what I hear.

Everybody's saying how Woody
Grant's a millionaire.

Well, that's the most exciting
news around here for ages!

It's no big deal.

No big deal?

Jeez! There's a guy living
the life of Reilly.

A million here, a million there.

Oh, the newspaper's gonna
do a big write-up on you.

I'm gonna get my
picture in the paper?

You bet you will.

(BUS APPROACHING)

Dad, here's the bus.

Okay. Well, good seeing
you then, Woody.

We're all real happy for you

and real pleased you
thought to stop back home

and share the big news.

Thanks, Bernie.

Hey, watch your wallet!

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You both look like hell.

I'm fine.

Like hell, you are. You
look like an old drunk.

You're lucky you're not dead.

I haven't been drinking!

That's what you said
on our first date!

And you. Have you
gone bananas?

Almost getting
your father killed

over some cockamamie
pot of gold.

Mom, come here, please.

Mom, look. Go easy
on the guy, okay?

I mean, you and I both know

that this is not
about the money.

It's about, you know, how much
longer is he going to be around?

At least, semi-coherently.

What's the harm in letting
him have his little fantasy

for just a couple more days?

You and Ross, always
fretting over your father.

What about me?

What about taking me out to
see my sister in Eau Claire?

Your father doesn't even
know what the hell's

going on around him
half the time.

Do you, Woody?

Do I what?

Know what's going on around you?

You watch it, or that's what
you're gonna turn into.

Now, take me out
to the cemetery.

I want to pay my respects.

Martha said she'd
have lunch ready.

Martha can wait.

Mom.

Car's over there.

There's Woody's mother, Sara.

She hated me.

She wanted him to marry someone

who would milk the cows.

I said, "I ain't fiddling
with no cow titties."

"I'm a city girl."

The good Lord did not
do Sara any favors

in the looks department.

More a man's face than
a woman's, really.

DAVID: How did she die?

KATE: Saw herself in
the mirror one day.

(LAUGHING)

No.

Cancer!

And there's the old Swede, Tolf.

Good man, your grandpa.
Never said much.

That farm just ruined him.

You're lucky I took
you away from there.

And there's Woody's
brother, David.

You were named after him.

He died of Scarlet fever
when he was only two.

Woody slept in the same bed
with him and never got it.

There's Woody's
little sister, Rose.

She was only 19

when she was killed in a
car wreck near Wausa.

- What a whore.
- Mom...

No, I liked Rose. But,
my God, she was a slut.

- Come on. - I'm just
telling you the truth.

She was screwing guys in the
back of Hawthorne Creamery

when she was only 15.

DAVID: Come on, Mom. Jesus.

Where's your family?

KATE: Oh. They're over in
the Catholic cemetery.

Catholics wouldn't be
caught dead around

all these damn Lutherans.
(CHUCKLES)

Here's Delmer, Woody's cousin.

He was a drunk.

One time, we were wrestling,
and he felt me up.

Grabbed a handful of boob,

and Woody was right there
and didn't have a clue.

- Did you, Woody?
- Jesus, Mom.

Well, my goodness.

I didn't know Keith
White was here.

When did he die?

Keith White.

He wanted in my pants, too, but
(LAUGHS) he was so boring.

See what you
could've had, Keith,

if you hadn't talked about
wheat all the lime?

(LAUGHING)

Oh!

Peggy Huntsucker is pregnant.

Peggy got knocked up again?

- Yeah.
- At her age?

That old cow must be 50.

(LAUGHS) She just looks 50.

That's what pig farming
will do to you.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING ON TV)

So, you got any other cars?

No, just that one.

What's the engine?

It's a four-cylinder.

Yeah, but what size?

Oh, I don't really know.

What's your brother drive?

Who, Ross?

Yeah. What does he...
What does he drive?

Ross has a Kia Rondo,

and Marcie has a
Nissan Pathfinder,

because she carts the
kids around a lot.

So, you all got Jap cars?

Actually, Kia is Korean.

Hey, is this where I can
find Mr. Woody Grant?

Who wants to know?

Um, I was sent by Mrs. Nagy

at the Hawthorne Republican
to take his picture.

Yeah, he's here.

And they want him to be sure

to drop by the office
for an interview.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

(SIGHS)

Hello?

Hello!

(RINGS BELL)

Yes?

Hi, are you Mrs. Nagy?

Yes.

I'm David Grant,
Woody Grant's son.

Oh! I'm very pleased
to meet you.

Your father is certainly quite
the celebrity around here.

That's what I came
to tell you about.

Dad didn't win any lottery,
or sweepstakes, or anything.

He's a little confused about
something he got in the mail,

and it's gotten way out of hand.

So, he didn't win a
million dollars?

No, ma'am.

It just goes to show you,
some things never change.

He was always a little confused.

Oh. You knew my dad?

It's ancient history now,

and I don't want to
speak out of turn,

but Woody and I used
to go together.

You were his girlfriend?

That's right.

What happened?

Your mother is what happened.

How is Kate?

Fine. She's here, too.

You tell her Peg
Bender says hello.

Okay. She won't
slap me, will she?

Why would she? She won.

(CHUCKLES)

It's water under the bridge.

Don't get me wrong, I
married a wonderful man.

We ran this newspaper
together until he died.

Had three children,
eight grandchildren.

I've got no complaints.

Was Woody drinking back then?

Of course he was. It
happens early around here.

There's really not
much else to do.

Nowadays, of course, ifs
not just the booze,

but all the other stuff.

For Woody, it got
bad after Korea.

He had a hard time over there.

I thought he was
just a mechanic.

He was, for the army planes.

But he was shot down,
being transferred.

You knew that, right?

Thank you.

Oh. Here it is.

- Woody, Ray and Albert.
- Wow!

Wow, they look like kids.

Your dad was never
much of a talker,

and when he came back,
he hardly said a word.

But always very kind.

People took advantage of him.

He just couldn't
turn down a favor.

Now that everyone thinks
he's a millionaire,

he's a big hero around here.

Well, I'm sorry I can't
print that he is,

but I won't print that
he isn't, either.

I'll just do a little
story on him and Kate

stopping through town.

It's hard to imagine
you and my mother

fighting over the same man.

I knew I didn't have
a chance, anyway.

Yeah?

I wouldn't let him
round the bases.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(SINGING) You say go slow.

I fall behind.

What are you having, old man?

Meatloaf.

You've been staring at
that menu for 10 minutes.

Where does it say "meatloaf"?

They ought to have meatloaf.

Well, they don't, so
pick something else.

WAITRESS: Are we
ready to order?

Oh, I knew it.

DAVID: Dad, do you
know what you want?

Do you have meatloaf?

No, I'm sorry, we don't.

That's only on the lunch buffet.

Chicken, then.

Do you want the fried chicken,

or the flame-broiled
chicken breast?

- Fried. - He'll have
the flame-broiled.

And for you, ma'am?

I was thinking about
having the roast beef,

- but now I'm not sure.
- (PEOPLE APPLAUDING)

What do you recommend?
What's good here?

It's all good, but I'm kind
of partial to the tilapia.

No, I want the roast beef.

I'll have the tilapia.

Don't forget to help yourselves

to the soup and salad bar.

(SOFT MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

MAN: (SINGING) On a cold and gray
Chicago morning.

A poor little baby child
is born in the ghetto.

That's Ed Pegram singing.

And his mamma cries

'Cause if there's one thing
that she don't need.

It's another hungry
mouth to feed.

In the ghetto.

People don't you understand.

He always did have a nice voice.

It was the only nice thing
about that bastard.

- He's all right.
- "All right"?

Did you know that he was always

trying to get in my bloomers?

Jesus, Mom.

Was the whole town
trying to seduce you?

These boys grow up

staring at the rear
ends of cows and pigs.

It's only natural
that a real woman

will get them chafing
their pants.

Mom, please don't talk about

that kind of stuff
right before we eat.

(LAUGHS) You were always
such a sensitive boy.

And such a beautiful boy.

Why, when you were a baby,

people used to stop
me on the street

and tell me how
beautiful you were.

A lot of them thought
you were a girl.

Isn't that right, Woody?

I don't know.

ED: Ladies and gentlemen,

I have an
announcement to make.

We have a celebrity in
our midst this evening.

My good friend
and the rich man

you've all been
hearing about...

Mr. Woody Grant!

Stand up and take
a bow, Woody.

(ALL APPLAUDING)

- Stand up, Dad.
- Huh?

Don't encourage this nonsense.

Dad, stand up. Stand
up, it's for you.

Just do it and get it over with.

Take a bow, Woody!

Hey!

(SOFT MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

Okay, you ham, that's enough.

Roslyn, you're going
to be getting

a big tip from that
table tonight.

(LAUGHING)

(FAUCET RUNNING)

Hey, little Davey!

Hello, Mr. Pegram.

I was hoping I'd run into you.

Oh, yeah?

What can I do for you?

I just wanted you to know, I
think the world of Woody.

Always a good man.

Thank you.

Heart of gold.

Uh, it's no secret, though...

He drank quite a bit
when we had the garage,

and he messed up a lot of jobs,

and let lots of money walk.

He was older than me. Kind
of like a big brother.

Korea vet, the whole nine yards.

And I wanted to show
him some respect,

so I loaned him a ton of dough,

and I never saw it again.

So, seeing as how he's come
into some cash lately,

some no-fooling-around cash

that he didn't even
have to work for...

It seems to me only
fair if we settled up.

So, you want your $800 back.

(CHUCKLES)

Woody owes me a lot
more than that.

I'm sorry to break it to you,

but my dad didn't win anything.

It's all a big misunderstanding.

You know Woody, you
can understand that.

Right, so you're all
headed down to Lincoln

to visit the roller
skating museum, huh?

Look, Davey, I really
don't want to have

to bring a lawyer into this.

Lawyer?

(LAUGHS)

What's the statute of
limitations on bullshit?

(LAUGHS) Davey, Davey.

I'm a man with a real strong
sense of right and wrong.

And if Woody hit it rich
and I don't see any of it

that would be wrong.

And I will make it right.

Are you threatening my family?

Threatening? No,
that would be wrong.

Hey, I'm the victim, here.

(SIGHS)
It's just food for thought.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I've got to take
a leak real bad.

You know beer, you
just rent the stuff.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

Great to see you again, Woody.
We're real happy for you.

Buy a boat and go fishing.
That's what I'd do.

WOODY: I just might.

David, you probably
don't remember

Kathy and Dale Slaasted.

- Oh, David. - Hi.
- How are you?

David Grant.

I never would've recognized
you in a million years.

You were such a
beautiful little boy.

I keep telling him. You see?

Like a little prince
made out of porcelain.

Thank you.

Well, you all take care.

Oh, and enjoy spending the loot.

(CHUCKLES) Enjoy.

I just had an interesting
conversation

with Ed Pegram in
the men's room.

KATE: What did he want?

Some of Dad's money.

I can loan him a couple
bucks if he's hard up.

Like hell, you will.

(COUGHING)

WOODY: Hey, you. Wake up!

Wake up. Now.

DAVID: What's up, Dad?
What's wrong?

Are we going to Lincoln today?

Tomorrow.

Why not today?

Today is Sunday.
Lincoln is closed.

And all your brothers are
coming over today. Remember?

Some of them are dead.

The dead ones won't be here.

Oh.

But God damn it.

If I don't get to that money,

they're gonna give
it to somebody else.

Hey, Dad.

Do you remember a gal
you used to go out with

named Peg Bender?

- Who?
- Peg Bender.

I don't know. When?

Last week. What do
you mean, "When"?

Years ago, before
you were married.

It was a long time ago.

What are you bringing
that up for?

MALE ANNOUNCER ON
TV: Snap to Cutler.

Back on five, tight pocket.
Throws it over the middle,

batted up in the
air by Aromashodu.

He makes the grab and a
first down to midfield.

Left to the 45.
Leaping to the 40.

Hit hard from behind to
the Lion 38-yard-line.

Great hands!

Devin Aromashodu
batted it to himself,

and it's a first
down to the Bears.

I didn't see your boys
out there, Martha.

Where are Cole and Ban?

Oh, they're out
volunteering today.

Picking up trash,
out on the highway.

They'll be home in
time for supper.

That's nice.

It's community service,
on account of Colds rape.

Sexual assault, not rape.

Well, what's the difference?

There's a big difference.

Cole can explain it
better than I can.

And Bart doesn't
have to be there.

He's volunteering.

Oh, that's nice!

MALE ANNOUNCER 1: Bears come out
for their third possession.

MALE ANNOUNCER 2: Hey,
for a limited time,

Ruth's Chris Steak House is
offering Ruth's Classic.

Verne, do you still
drive a Chevy?

A what?

A Chevy. That Impala
you used to have.

I never had an Impala.

Well, hell, I don't
know what it was, then.

(ANNOUNCERS CONTINUE CHATTERING ON TV)

I had a Buick.

That's what it was.

Are you still driving that?

I haven't had that for years.

I thought you still had it.

It was a '78, wasn't it?

'79.

'79. Those were good cars.

It was okay.

They don't make them
like that anymore.

Those cars will run forever.

Whatever happened to it?

It stopped running.

Well, they'll do that.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

ROSS: Hello!

Come in!

Oh. Hey, everybody.

ALL: Hi, Ross.

How about Marcie and the kids?

Uh... Dance recital.

Who's playing?

Chicago and Detroit.

How long did it
take you to drive?

So, Uncle Woody,
did you get over

and talk to the newspaper yet?

Not yet.

They sent a kid around
to take my picture.

I went by the office and
gave them the lowdown.

What's it like being a
millionaire, Woody?

It's okay.

A million dollars.
Can you beat that?

Let's raise a glass to
Kate and Woody, here.

ALL: To Kate and Woody!

Not to be a spoilsport,

but you all know this is bull.

I mean, Dad didn't win anything.

Nice try, Ross.

Yeah, we're way beyond that.

Ross is right. He didn't.

Trying to keep it quiet, so
everybody don't come around

looking for a
handout, huh, Kate?

That's good thinking.

No, that's right.

Woody ain't no millionaire yet.

We all got to remember that.

But come tomorrow, that's
a different story.

What's the first thing
you're going to do

with the money, Woody?

The very first thing.

Get a truck. And a compressor.

What the hell are you gonna
do with a compressor?

I need it to paint.

BETTY: Are you still
working, Woody?

No.

He just needs to replace the
compressor that Ed Pegram stole.

Why don't you just go
down and get it from him

while you're in town?

Huh.

David, let's go get it.

You boys will do no such thing.

Get yourselves shot for
an old piece of garbage?

Am I the only sane
one in this family?

DAVID: Okay, Mom. Fine.

But, hey, Ross,

I was thinking we could
take a drive later,

and see Dad's old house.

The old Grant house.

Do you think it's still there?

Dan Conway farms the place,
but he never tore it down.

It's still sitting there.

Why would you want to waste
your time seeing that?

Must be filled with rats.

Dad, want to take a drive later

and see the old homestead?

The what?

David and I want to go
see where you grew up.

What for?

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

What's Uncle Albert doing?

He's watching cars go by.

Remember when they came out
to visit when we were kids,

and he'd take a chair
out in the front yard

every evening to watch the road?

Oh, yeah.

BETTY: Hi, David. Hi, Ross.

It sure is good to
see you boys again.

We just can't let this
much time pass again.

- Yeah. - Yeah,
thanks, Aunt Betty.

It's great seeing
you again, too.

But there is something,

and it's kind of
hard to bring up.

We feel it deserves mentioning.

What's that?

Well...

Well, you may not know it,

but Woody always had a
lot of money problems,

and the family would help
him out from time to time.

So, in light of his
good fortune...

Well, we thought your
family might want

to make things right.

I've been hearing
that a lot lately.

You know, Cole's and my folks

would never say nothing
if it was just for them,

but they're gonna need
in on this deal, too.

(LAUGHS) Are you saying
you want money from us?

Oh, we just figured,
seeing as how

the family took care
of Woody and all,

and kept him on his feet.

Verne and I loaned
Woody quite a bit,

and it wasn't like we was rich.

But he was my brother-in-law,

and we couldn't stand to
see the family suffer.

(CLEARS THROAT)
Look, Aunt Betty,

and, guys, hey, for
real, honestly, right?

Woody didn't win anything.

This is a total sham.

You're a damn liar!

Don't feed us any of
your bullshit, Ross.

You want to go?

Let's do it!

Hey, hey, hey! Hey!

Hey, watch my face, okay?
I'm on TV.

Get him, Bart!

(WHOOPS)

KATE: What's going on?

Have you boys lost your minds?

Aunt Betty and her henchmen here
are asking for reparations.

For what?

They're after Dad's
"winnings." Right?

They say we owe them money.

See? There is money.

"Owe them money?"

What on Earth are you
talking about, Betty?

Now, Kate, you know we
helped you and Woody out

when he was drinking up
everything he earned.

You know as well as I do it
was the other way around.

You were always having him
work on your cars for free,

getting free gas.

Aunt Kate, we're not asking
for much. Just a token.

KATE: I kept records.

The money you gave him

didn't come close
to what you owed.

He couldn't say "no" to anybody,

and it ruined him.

I think you're having a
senior moment, here, Kate.

Just where do you think
that money come from

when you got a bee
in your bonnet

to move up to Billings
and open up that salon?

From my folks when they
croaked, that's where!

I don't believe the
nerve of you people.

Usually a person has to die

before the vultures
start circling.

Calm down, Aunt Katie. We
didn't mean nothing by it.

We was just doing you a courtesy

before we go talk
to Woody direct.

Don't you dare
think about asking

that poor man for money.

He ain't poor. He's rich.

Even if he was, he wouldn't
give you a blessed penny.

I'd put my foot down!

Maybe it ain't up
to you, Aunt Kate.

That's enough.

You listen real good.

You can all just go

fuck yourselves!

Boys, get your dad.

What do you think, old man?

Looks about the same.

That's true.

This is about how
your mother kept it.

WOODY: My dad
built this place.

Really?

Wait. You don't
mean, by himself?

Yeah. Before I was born.

His brothers helped.

I got it, I got it.

This was my room.

KATE: That's where Woody's
brother David died.

DAVID: Do you
remember that, Dad?

I was there.

This was my parents' room.

I'd get whipped if
they found me in here.

I guess nobody's
gonna whip me now.

The barn is still standing.

Have you seen enough?

I suppose.

It's just a bunch of old
wood and some weeds.

Did you ever want a
farm like your dad?

I don't remember.

And it doesn't matter.

Oh, there's the O'Hara farm.

She's dead.

He's in a nursing
home in Valentine.

And one of their little
brats still lives there.

Oh, and there's Ed Pegram's
place on the right.

What are you doing?

Let's do it.

We're right here.

What are you boys up to now?

Hey, Dad, don't you want to see

if he still has your compressor?

Will you two knock off
this foolishness?

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

Hey, Dad, you finally got
your compressor back.

That's not my compressor.

Sure it is.

Mine didn't look
anything like that.

It... It has to be yours.

It's an old compressor we
found in Ed Pegram's barn.

That wasn't Ed's barn.

What are you talking about?

That's the Westendorf place.

Oh, that's right.

Right, the Westendorfs.

The Pegrams live closer to town.

Oh, I got confused.

Ed and his wife Dorothy.

God, what a pig she was.

Anything you want to say
about the Westendorfs?

No, they're good folks.

They had some tough times.

(BOTH SIGHING)

They lost a child.

Almost went broke,

but they worked hard
and saved the farm.

Salt of the Earth,
the Westendorfs.

They really didn't deserve
what you boys did to them.

Dad, why didn't you tell
us that wasn't Ed's house?

I didn't know what the
hell you were doing.

Have you ever seen us
steal machinery before?

Well, I never know what
you boys are up to.

Well, why didn't you
say it wasn't yours?

I thought you wanted it.

What do we want an
old compressor for?

That's what I
couldn't figure out.

(SIGHS)

Hi, George.

Hi, Jean.

Remember us? Kate
and Woody Grant?

Oh, sure. How you doing?

Just fine.

We were passing by and
thought we'd stop in.

Haven't been in Hawthorne
for a long time.

Well, what are you doing
in the back seat?

Uh...

We were just resting back
here until you showed up.

You want to come in for a visit?

Sorry, we just have time
to say hi and get going.

Hi there, Woody.
How you doing?

Good, George. How
about yourself?

Getting by.

You still up there in Montana?

Yep.

Billings, isn't it?

That's right.

You still fixing hair
out there, Kate?

No, I let that go.

Oh, you did.

Well, good to see you folks.

I'd better get up front and
drive us back to town.

- It's so good to see you.
- Good to see you.

Call us sometime.

I will. Bye-bye.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(ENGINE STARTING)

Bye-bye.

(BOTH PANTING)

You were right, Mom.

The Westendorfs look
like real nice people.

I tried to tell you.

What do you want to do now,

bust into a silo and
steal some corn?

- Let me drive.
- No, I'll drive.

What time do you figure we'll
be shoving off in the morning?

I think 8:00 sounds about right.

You want another beer?

I suppose.

Hey there, Davey-boy,
make some room.

How's it going, cowboy?

Well, it was going fine.

Woody.

Ed.

Well, enough of this chit-chat,

ifs time to get
down to business.

Woody, I tried to tell your boy

that you wouldn't mind using
some of your winnings

to even the score
with your old pal Ed.

Well, how much you need?

I got a 20.

A 20? No, no, no.

No, no. I was thinking more
along the lines of, say...

10 grand.

Give him 10 grand, Dad.

I don't got it yet.

Woody...

I always thought we was friends.

Remember, I was the one that
convinced you to stay with Kate.

Oh, yeah, Davey. Your dad
wanted to get a divorce

because he was screwing some
half-breed down at the reservation.

He thought he was in love.

Ain't that right, Woody?

When was this, Dad?

After Ross was born. Before you.

You know, if I
hadn't been around,

you might not even be here.

Back then, divorce was a sin.

Nowadays, I guess it's okay.

God must have changed
his mind or something.

Although, I really
didn't blame you, Woody,

because Kate was...
Was always a bitch.

Get the hell away from us.

I want that money.

Move.

Okay, little Davey.

Have it your way.

But, uh, this is the last time

that old Eddie-boy
is gonna play nice.

(GRUNTS)

I got it! I got it!

Dad, are you okay?

They took my letter.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Hey, David.

Where is it?

Where's what?

Just give it back.

I don't know what you're
talking about, buddy.

Cole, do you know?

Of course not.

Where is it?

We don't got it.

Shut the fuck up, Cole!

We tossed it when we
saw how bogus it was.

A millionaire? What a joke.

You people are pathetic.

I won't mention any of
this to Mom or Ross.

We'll just tell them that
you came to your senses,

and we'll head back home.

Sound good?

It's okay.

At least we had a little
change of scenery.

And I'm happy that we
got this time together.

Aren't you?

(SIGHS)

Maybe they dropped it.

Should we go have a look?

I think it was easier
to find your teeth.

Hey, Dad.

Let's take a break.

(MEN LAUGHING)

ED: Now, just imagine
what you could do

with one million dollars,
Woodrow. (LAUGHS)

But we all know what the
son of a bitch would do.

He'd buy a truck.

Oh.

"To collect your prize"

"you just have to
return this letter"

"to our office, along with
your winning prize number"

"and a list of the magazine
subscriptions you would like."

Oh, hey there, Woody! I
was just looking for you.

Somebody found your
precious sweepstakes notice

out on the street.

You better take better
care of this, Woody.

You wouldn't want
to lose it again.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING STOPS)

(SIGHS)

- (GRUNTS)
- (PEOPLE GASP)

Dad, what's the matter?

I'm dizzy.

Okay. Let's get you to a doctor.
Come on.

Get me back to the house.

We're going to Lincoln
in the morning.

No, we're not going to Lincoln.

Yes, we are.

No. Come on.

Let me sit down a minute.

Okay.

Dad, this is it, okay?

This is where it stops.

Your head is busted open,

and now you can barely stand up.

You promised.

You didn't win!

Okay? Can't you get
that through your head?

And we're not driving
down to Lincoln

over a stupid fantasy!

It's my own damn fault
for taking you this far.

(SIGHS)

You've got enough
money to get by.

You can't drive.

What's the point?

I want a new truck.

Why do you need a truck so bad?

Just to have it.

I always wanted a
brand-new truck.

Well, what about the
rest of the money?

You don't need a million dollars
for a damn pickup truck.

It's for you boys.

I wanted to leave you something.

We're fine, Dad.

We don't need it.

I just wanted to
leave you something.

You know if there was any
chance you won, I'd take you.

You know that, right?

I wouldn't lie to you.

I know.

Look, the only reason I
agreed to take you to Lincoln

was to get out of
Billings for a while,

and maybe have some
time with you.

And to get you to shut up.

All right.

All right, what?

I'll shut up.

And what about Lincoln?

We don't have to go.

Good.

Dad! Dad.

Hey.

So, they can keep him here

until tomorrow afternoon or so.

And then I guess we'll
just start driving home.

We'll probably see
you Tuesday night.

Okay. Thanks, David.

Mom and I will head out
early tomorrow morning.

I have to get back, so...

And I'm gonna have to
listen to him harp

about losing his fortune
for the rest of his life.

Or my life.

He's gonna bury me at this rate.

You big idiot.

You want this open or closed?

Might as well close it.

(DOOR CLOSING)

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES)

Dad?

Wait, Dad. Dad. You
can't go in like that.

Come on, you have to
get your robe off.

Here. Come back here.

Hi. Can I help you?

Hi.

My father is here to collect
his million dollars.

Dad, give me the letter.

I'm sorry, your number wasn't
one of the winning numbers.

Looks like you didn't win.

But it says I won.

RECEPTIONIST: It says
you won if your number

is one of the winning numbers.

I'm sorry, sir.

I hope you guys didn't
have to come too far.

Montana.

Oh, my.

Well, Dad, I guess that's it.

RECEPTIONIST: I can
give you a free gift,

like a hat or a seat cushion.

You want a hat or
a seat cushion?

Huh?

Do you want a hat
or a seat cushion?

A hat.

He'll take the hat.

Does this happen a lot?

Yeah. Every once in a while.

Usually older people
like your father.

Does he have Alzheimer's?

He just believes stuff
that people tell him.

Oh. That's too bad.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Dad?

Dad.

I'm here.

We're going back
to Billings, okay?

Okay.

We might make a couple
quick stops first.

Whatever you want.

I don't understand what's
happening with your car.

Well, they made me a
real good offer for it.

It's not much of a car.

Yeah, this truck
is a real step up.

It's only five years old.
It's practically brand-new.

Oh, and I hope you don't mind...

I put your name on the title.

My name is on the
title, you say?

Yeah, but you're gonna
have to let me drive it.

You work out something
with the prize people?

Yeah.

They were willing to go
as far as the truck.

Come on, get in.

(TRUCK DOOR CLOSES)

Okay, Dad, it's
your turn to drive.

You said I couldn't.

Just drive it down
Locust Street.

It's only a few blocks.
There's no traffic.

Come on.

It's your truck.

(SIGHS)

Hey, there! Looking
good, Woody!

Get down.

- What? - God damn it!
- Get down!

(SIGHS)

BERNIE: Looking good!

So long, Albert.

So long, Woody.