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Oh!

Uh! Aah!

Joseph!

Joey!

Joey!

Joey. Joey.

Joey.

Get up, Joey.

It's going 5:00
already.

O.K., mamma.

Yes, sir.

Bet you wonder

if I ever get tired
of milking you, huh?

Ha ha ha! Huh?

Here you go.
Here. Try some of this.

You're going to
like this a lot better.

Yes, sir.

Uh-huh.

You know what I just might do?

I just might get me
one of them machines

that can suck a cow to death…

Especially a willful
old cow like yourself.

Ah.

Oh.

Yeah. What do you think
about that?

Morning, Robert.

O.K., O.K.
Get into class.

Hi, Mrs. henson.

Morning. Morning.

Hi, Mrs. henson.

Morning.

Morning. Morning.

Megan, where do you think

you're going?

Megan.

Thank you.

Hey, you want
to trade? Huh?

Not in this lifetime.

Ha ha ha!

Hey, hey!

Tonight, your place or mine?

Mine.

Have a good one.

You, too.

O.K., everybody
quiet down.

Sit in the right chair.

Sit down now.

I pledge allegiance to the flag

of the United States of America

and to the Republic
for which it stands,

one nation…

Now, I know that
you've all heard

about the possibility

of the school closing

at the end of this semester.

For those of you who
aren't graduating…

That would mean…

"There was once a beautiful girl

whose father
was a miller."

I tried to tell them

I wasn't teaching
Rhodes scholars.

Apparently, the school board

has more faith in you.

Now, all of this is not official

until the school board
meets next week,

at which time I will be able

to present formally
my arguments against it.

As you all know,

it's always best to
be thinking ahead.

Well, now.

Who might you be?

Catherine…
Wheeler.

Well, Catherine Wheeler,

come on in and close the door.

I don't see your
name on the enrollment sheet.

What grade are you, Catherine?

I'm a senior.

Senior.

Oh, yeah.

Well, welcome to Howardsville.

You'll find this
a very friendly place,

and if you or your family
need any help,

please feel free to ask.

Thank you.

Just, uh, pick
a vacant seat out there.

I'd like to start
with local history today.

Get your history book
and turn to page, uh…

You two shouldn't be
working so late.

We just have to finish

scheduling assignments.

We won't be much longer.

Good night, mamma.

Sleep tight, hon.

Good night, Robert.

Good night, sir.

Well, I'm off to beddy-bye.

Good night, Lily.

Good night, Lily.

Well, another year…

The last one, as it turns out.

Had to happen eventually.

It's called progress.

What's progressive

about making 30 kids
ride 60 miles every day?

Speaking of which,
are you taking the job?

I don't think so.

I thought maybe I could just be

a fill-in or something.

What do you think?

I think you should do
whatever you want.

Can we talk about farming

this place?

What about it?

Joseph.

That's old news, Rosealee.

What do you want me to do…

Work both places like
Lily and my mom want?

We'd have corn on one
and soybeans on the other.

They always use you
to get at me.

I guess they just think

you'll fall to pieces

without your job.

You know… drink, not marry me.

Maybe I should find
somebody else,

but I got six years into you.

Likewise.

We should just
make up our minds.

I already have, six years ago.

You're a bit slow.

What's going to change
if we marry?

I don't want to live here
with Orin's mother.

You don't want to move out

of this fine house into ours.

Of course I would.

I'd move in tomorrow.

Robert's going off to college.

I'd better be getting home.

I'll finish these later.

You're not spending the night?

Uh-uh.

I have to look in on mamma.

She hasn't been
feeling too good.

What happened to your father?

Korea. He died
in the war.

Hey, wait up!

So Mr. Svenden's
your stepdad?

No.

He's just screwing
my mother is all.

Let's go, Robert.

Mr. Svenden.

Major Nathan Wheeler,

U.S. Army,
retired.

I guess you've heard

I'm your new neighbor.

Yeah. Well,
in these parts,

that's anybody living
in a 20-mile radius

of each other.

I believe you've met

my daughter Catherine.

Yes, sir, I have.

How are you today, Catherine?

Good, thank you.

Which reminds me,

her records arrive today.

She'll have them Monday,

if that's all right.

That sounds just fine.

Also, I was wondering

if you could board
Catherine's horse.

The Adelman place
doesn't have a barn.

I was talking
to Dr. Evans.

He suggested you
might be agreeable

to an arrangement for a fee.

I could pay you $175 a month.

Does that sound fair?

It sounds just fine, major.

Thank you.
I'll take him out now.

S-v-e-n-d-e-n.

Is that Norwegian or Swedish?

Oh, it's Swedish.

Here you go.

I'm very grateful to you, sir.

Oh, thank you.

Honey, I don't think

we have time for that right now.

I can drop her by your
place later, major.

I have to pass by there

in a while anyway.

If it's no trouble.

No, no trouble.

Catherine,
when Mr. Svenden

is ready to go, you come home.

You hear me?

Yes, I do.

O.K. Thank you, sir.

Is right here O.K.?

Sure. That's good.

My father would have
paid $200 a month.

I know.

Would it be too much
if I came over

to ride him every day?

No. Come whenever
you like.

You don't need a key.

I love that poem

that you read
yesterday by Keats.

Do you like him better

than Emily Dickinson?

What are you thinking about?

This is my last year
of teaching.

I've heard good things

about Chicago,

but New York is the place to go.

Are you going to study acting?

I think I'd be good at it.

What will you do next year?

I don't know.

What are you good at?

What?
What am I good at?

Yeah.
Deep down inside,

we all know there's something

that we're good at.

It's just a matter

of making others recognize

our true talents.

You're good at teaching

and farming, right?

No. I'm a mediocre
teacher.

I'm even a worse farmer.

Ah, there goes your theory.

I don't think so.

But even if that's true,

there's got to be something

that you're good at,

and you're just not telling me.

But I'll find out.

♪ That you ♪
♪ will always want me ♪

♪ I will always ♪
♪ be here waiting ♪

♪ Bringing in your… ♪

♪ do you want to cry? ♪

♪ If your man don't love you ♪

♪ you feel he's ♪
♪ doing you wrong ♪

Now, you take it when you eat,

you know, three times.

Everything all right?

Oh, I'm fine, Joey.

Dr. Evans
was kind enough

to drop off my refills.

Thought I'd save you
a trip into town.

I had to come out
to the Adelman place.

I appreciate it.

The Adelmans
don't own it anymore.

A family by the name of Wheeler

bought it last month…

A retired major down from…

Yeah. I met them
already.

Oh? The daughter? Huh?

Not exactly your basic
little farm girl,

is she?

Dad's a hunting man to boot.

The mother's an alcoholic.

He's trying to dry her out.

Ask him if he needs to buy

some farm implements.

We sure could use the money.

If Joey cashed in
all those coins,

it would probably
carry us all year.

That milk can's in a bad spot.

It's too awkward

for you to be squatting there

wrapping them,

and it's too heavy
for me to move,

so for the time being,

I think I'll
just leave it alone.

What will you do when it's full?

I don't know.

How's she doing?

Well…

She's in more pain
than she admits to.

You know how she is.

She doesn't like to complain.

It will get worse.

How long?

Well, maybe half a year,

maybe less.

It's hard to be any
more precise than that.

Of course, I…

I could put her on chemo…

Give her a few more months

of exquisite agony.

No. I don't think
she's going to

want to go the distance, doc.

You talked to her about it.

No. I…

I think she's decided to go.

All right.

You know what you ought to do…

Put your mind to?

Getting this truck washed.

Think about it.

O.K., kids.

Let's turn to page 125.

O.K., recess is over.

Let's go in.

Catherine.

Catherine?

Why didn't you answer me?

What for?

You knew I was here.

You're right.

What do you keep up here?

Well…

Some hay, as you can see.

And it's probably gone moldy.

I got a couple bags of…

High hay pellets,

but I'll have to get
quite a few more.

Ahh.

Not too many people

come up here, do they?

No, they, uh…

They certainly don't.

Jesus Christ.

What?

Yes?

I… I think we should make love.

What are you thinking about?

That I never made love

with a student before.

Does it bother you?

I don't know.

I think it would bother me more

if it had been your first time.

I don't think it was, was it?

No.

I've been with other guys.

I see.

Did you enjoy yourself?

With them or with you?

I deserved that.

Well…

Let's just say

that you're the best so far.

Ha ha!

Son of a bitch.

I guess the drinks are on you.

Sure.

What?

You know, Rosealee,

I guess I've been
in love with you

about all of my
whole stupid life.

Well, that's all right.
It's good for you.

You up for another?

Why not?

O.K.

Going for my threes.

Mrs. henson.

Hey, reverend.

Rosealee.

Doctor.

Cheer up.
The war's over.

Can I have a shot?

Surely, Mr. Svenden,

you can't expect us to allow you

to continue teaching
without the proper credentials.

I don't believe you ever
even went to college.

Look, I think Mr.
Svenden understands

the position the
board is taking,

but he's been teaching here

for more than 20 years.

Not one of his
students has ever been

denied admission to college

because of academic reasons.

Granted, not many
have wanted to go,

but Mrs. Johnson's son here
got into the university

on an academic scholarship,

and he's doing well.

It does happen.

We have two perfectly
good schools in town,

taught by professional
educators.

What do you offer
that they don't?

A chance to gain the basics

without being
bused 60 miles a day

after getting up at dawn
to do chores.

These kids have
a hard enough time

competing with the kids in town.

Why didn't you simply take
some college courses

and earn a degree,
like Mrs. henson?

I wasn't teaching
college courses.

In all fairness, ma'am,

I had more time and resources

available to me than did Mr.
Svenden.

Don't make any excuses for me.

I could have done that, yes,

but I didn't think
the school board

was going to expand its
district this far out of town.

I was trying
to combine a service

with making a living.

I guess I was wrong.

Mr. Svenden, you certainly
can't blame us

for your oversight.

You have had every opportunity

to earn your credentials.

You've already made up
your mind about this.

There's nothing
I can say here today

that's going to make
any difference, is there?

No. I'm afraid
that's true.

We don't see any reason
to reconsider the matter.

Then why in the hell
did you let me

waste my time talking to you?

We don't need that kind
of language, Mr. Svenden.

That's because you're
a bunch of pompous assholes.

You owe this board an apology.

For what? No rule says I
can't call an asshole

an asshole.

Rosealee.

It's time for you to marry me.

I know.

Well, say it.

Say, "will you
marry me?"

I want to make you happy.

Truth?

Yes.

You do make me happy.

As happy as Orin made you?

I'm going home.

Hey… you're a beauty,
all right.

You're a beauty, all right.

Here you go.

Well, sir,
she's holding her own.

That's good.

Yeah. Been hunting
lately?

I've been getting out
a little bit.

I went after some duck
with the major last week.

Got three beauties…
Not mine. His.

Bastard's a crack shot,
I'll give that to him.

Almost as good as you.

Really?

It'd be close.

Told me he saw a coyote
down around ferry's road.

He's all set to go after it.

There aren't any coyotes

in this part of the country.

Maybe it was a wolf.

There aren't any wolves either.

Come on with me.

I got something
I want to give you.

I wanted you to have this.

I found out
the hard way last week

my back ain't
what it used to be.

Hunting and I are done.

Jesus, doc.

I don't know what to say.

You sure you want to do this?

Well, I know you've
always admired it.

I'm tired of oiling the thing.

Anyway, I'd rather you have it

than have it sit around
and die of rust.

All right, call me
if there's any change,

and let her do what she wants.

Uh!

Jesus, Catherine.

I'm lady godiva.
You like it?

Get off that horse, you lunatic.

What if somebody walked in?

What if they did?

You just surprised me, is all.

I'm an old man.

Ha ha! You've got to
watch my heart.

Ha ha ha!

What if the major
found out about us?

What if he did?

Oh.

Smells good in here.

I roasted a Mallard.

Joey, oh, you're a mess.

Are you drunk?

Clean up now.
Supper's almost ready.

I'm fine, mamma.
I'm just fine.

Look what the doctor gave me.

Oh, that was good of him.

He said he was too old to hunt.

Can you imagine that?

Too old to hunt.

How are you feeling, mamma?

Oh…

Feels like there are nails

driven in my stomach.

You want me
to call Dr. Evans?

No, no, no.

You have to marry Rosealee.

I know, mamma.

She told me she didn't think

you wanted to marry her.

I said, "nonsense."

You were just
waiting for me to die

so you wouldn't have
so much on your mind.

I know you wanted
to marry Rosealee

when Orin did.

Now you can, so do it.

With the school closing,

I won't have a job.

I can't get married
without a job.

Nonsense.
Sell what's left.

Marry Rosealee.
Farm her place.

You're stupid
for a schoolteacher.

Ha ha ha!

Take Rosealee
on a decent honeymoon.

Cash in those coins.

"The tossing waves,

"the foam, the ships
in the distance,

"the wild unrest,
the snowy curling caps,

"that inbound
urge and urge of waves

seeking the shores forever."

Wait a minute. This isn't
going anywhere, is it?

Or I'm not going anywhere, am I?

Have any of you
been to the ocean?

I have.

Oh, good. Come up here.

Here. Hold this.

Now, what I'm going
to say is this…

People think poetry's
too complicated.

They think it's boring.

It is boring.

That's right.
That's right.

Mostly it is,

and that's because mostly,

poetry is written by bad poets.

Let's say that good poetry
is really what's simple.

Let's say it's what you feel

when the morning wind
moves across your face,

when you smell the ocean
for the first time.

When you saw the ocean first,

what did you feel?

Oh… I… I think
I felt scared.

A valid emotion.
You could write about that.

O.K., now we're going to
have a little test.

I want you to write a poem

about some place
you've been before,

maybe you like…

Some place that you
felt something about.

I don't think you have to
have been someplace

to write about it.

I'm sorry.

No, it's O.K.
It's O.K.

Explain yourself.

What happened?

Oh, it's an accident.

Catherine dropped
my picture. Go on.

Um, well, take Emily Dickinson.

She wrote love letters to a man,

and yet it's been said
that she died a virgin.

I mean, even if she never
knew a man physically,

she still wrote some
of the greatest love poems

in all literature.

O.K., that's right.

And your point?

Well, you don't have to
experience something

to write passionately about it.

All you need
is your imagination.

"And what the
imagination seizes as beauty

"must be truth,

whether it ever
existed before or not."

John Keats wrote that

in a letter
to his parents in 1818.

Is that what you mean,
Catherine?

You should be
teaching this class.

Don't ask to see me
like this again.

Let's just keep it to our
horse-riding arrangement.

And I don't want you
flirting with me in class.

It's just not a good
idea, Catherine.

You flirted with me first.

You can be a real dork,
you know that?

I did not flirt with you.

I don't need to flirt with you.

Oh, god, you're
pregnant, aren't you?

No. Is that what's
been worrying you?

It's crossed my mind.

Well, I happen
to wear a diaphragm.

How about the first time?

Were you wearing it then?

Why should I tell you?

Now, don't be cute with me.

♪ Doo doo doo ♪

I'm not in the mood.
Don't.

♪ Doo ♪

I'm not going to do anything

until you tell me.

O.K. Yes.
I was wearing it then.

You knew that we were
going to make love?

Yeah. I had
a premonition.

What did you want to say to me?

Well…

I am pregnant.

Well, what are we
going to do about it?

Joseph!

Just kidding!

Just kidding?

Ha ha ha!

Come here.

Uh-uh. I'm not
touching you.

Harder. Harder.

You smell like the ocean.

I am your ocean.

Looks like a storm coming in.

There's a girl in your class

that's got a crush on you.

There always is.

You remember Christina,

the one with the big brown eyes?

Yes, I do.

"Mr. Svenden, I
wonder if you'd like

to take a ride in
daddy's new Cadillac."

Ha ha ha!

She was good-looking.

You're terrible.

Did she have a horse
in your barn, too?

Major?

Good morning, Joseph.

I lost my hunting partner.

I thought you might like

to shoot some birds with me.

I hear you're quite good.

I hear the same about you.

Well?

Kind of jumpy there.

Just relax.

They're going to be
coming in any minute.

I never bag more than I need.

What about you?

No. Absolutely not.

That's good.
I'm just too old

to just kill for
the sake of killing.

I don't find any
pleasure in it anymore.

Somebody told me
that you saw a coyote

down around ferry's road.

No. I thought it was,
but I changed my mind.

It was too big.

It's a wolf, and I'm going
to nail the bastard.

I thought you
didn't kill critters

just for the fun of it.

Well, let's take
coyotes, for instance.

Now, there is
an interesting creature,

very devious.

Did you know they can
snatch a hen, a piglet,

a hamster, a little pet

out from under your nose
just like that?

Before you know it,
they're gone.

They deserve to be killed.

Well, they're also
free-spirited and determined.

You catch a coyote's leg
in a trap,

and he'll chew it off
to get away.

Free-spirited, my ass.
They're greedy.

What they can't eat or fuck,

they piss on,
just like any other dog.

Here they come.

The first one is yours.

Bull's-eye.

I'm a little off this morning.

Uh… I increased
her medication,

so…

For a little while,
she'll be woozier.

Uh, I think you should probably

tell your sisters.

Why? So they can
start fighting

over their share
of things around here?

Mom and I had a talk.

She decided she didn't want

either one of them knowing.

She's probably right.

Look at what I brought you.

It's sour mash bourbon.

It's 20 years old.

Ah, I know what it is.

Taste it.

Not now. Too hung over.

You want to see bolo?

Not now.

I'm too sexed up.

How's your mother?

Why are you interested
in my mother?

She's a drunk, period.

That's why I'm never
going to drink.

Do you like the color blue?

I think you do.

Ha ha!

I thought you would.

Let's go in the house.

No. I told you,
never in the house.

You don't love me anymore.

I do love you, Catherine.

No, you don't.
You'll marry Rosealee.

Who told you that?

Robert. He's not
very happy about it.

Well, you two have
gotten awfully close,

haven't you?

Robert needs a friend.

He feels comfortable
with me, and he's sweet.

I like him.

I don't want
to talk about Robert.

What have you told him?

About what?

About us?
Getting married?

Ha ha ha!

Nothing.

I told him nothing.

You still want me,
don't you, Joseph?

I promise you…

I would never
tell anyone about us.

Hello, Joe.
What you doing?

Uh, I'm napping.
What the hell.

Doc!

He's going to go tell my father.

No, he won't.

He may come back here.

He's not going to tell anybody.

Bert, can I get a glass?

Sure, Joe.

She certainly has a
sweet-looking body on her,

but you ought to

stick to fucking
grownups, dumb-ass.

Here you go.

Thank you, Bert.
Thank you.

When they're that young

and as mixed-up as she is,

they'll make trouble for you.

I treat her mother.

Course, maybe you
want some trouble.

You're sure as hell
going to get it.

How long has this been going on?

I don't know.
Three months, maybe four.

It was her idea.

She's 17, you're 47.
It was her idea?

You're cracking up, boy.

O.K.

It was my idea.

It's the first initiative
I've taken in years.

What, are you…

Taking vitamins or something?

Rosealee looks happy enough.

Listen, this is…

This is going to
get out, you know.

Well… if it's
going to get out, uh…

I may as well keep it,

because it's fun.

I've sat on my ass too long.

You may not believe
this, doc, but, uh…

I just haven't made love
that much in my lifetime.

You don't regret the ones you do

when you're old
and looking back.

You only regret
the ones you don't,

but… Joseph,

she's awfully young.

How's mother?

She won't last the month.

Neither will you, if
the major finds out.

Well, maybe he'll just
shoot you in the good leg.

Oh, give it some more.

My egg broke open.

Well, get yourself another one.

Whoo!

What do you want to drink?

A beer and tomato juice.

Cathy. Robert.

Hi, Mr. Svenden.

Cathy. Robert.

There you go.

Thank you.

They're spending a lot
of time together.

Who?

Those two.

All right if I sit down?

Sure.

Robert's really
sweet, you know that?

You've done a great
job raising him.

He's lucky to have
a mom like you.

Well, thank you.

You know what, though?

I think it would be good for him

if he felt comfortable
to talk to you.

Talk to me?
About what?

Haven't you noticed
how depressed he is?

I mean, he's really upset

about you and Joseph.

Catherine, I don't think
that's any of your business.

Yes, it is.
Robert's my friend.

I… I'm sorry.

I'm not trying to
cause any trouble.

Excuse me.

I like Catherine, you know that?

She's got a lot of spunk.

Robert does have fun with her.

You want to come in the house?

No.

Come inside.

No.

Let's do it here.

Ha ha ha!

Joseph! No.
Please, come inside.

No. No, I think I'm
going to go home.

What got into you, Joey?

Fooling around
with such a young girl.

You know?

Of course I know.

I don't know who you think
you've been fooling.

I spotted her the first day

that Jeep drove into the yard.

I know.

What can I say?
I'm a bad man.

But sometimes, it's, uh…

Great fun to be bad.

You are not a bad man.

If that made men bad,
we'd all be lost.

Oh, I'm tired, Joey.

Let me carry you to bed, mamma.

No, I mean I'm tired
of this body.

Oh, it's…

It's worse than having
a baby every day.

Oh!

Oh, pick me up now, Joey.

Oh!

I'm going to
call Dr. Evans

and see what he thinks.

No, no, it's not necessary.

I'll wake you up in the morning.

Good night, mamma.

Good night.

Rosealee!

Rosealee!

Where the hell are you?

What's the matter with you?

People are sleeping here.

What is it?

Maybe I got the flu.

You've had the flu for months.

You're acting very strange,

and I don't think it's
because of your mother.

Maybe it's a change of life.

Men my age go through it.

They know they'll die without doing
the things that they wanted.

Bullshit. What
do you want to do

other than screw some movie
star like everybody else?

What do I want to do?

I'd like to spend time
on the ocean

where there are
no people, in a boat,

just reading, drinking,
fishing, swimming.

You know what else
I'd like to do?

I'd like to fuck you
with all the lights on

and do everything
I ever thought of.

I am tired of fucking
you in the dark

on Friday and Sunday nights

and sometimes on Wednesday.

Look at me.

I'm 47 years old, and
I've never fucked you

in the daylight,

let alone seen the ocean.

We went to Washington once.

We have never been to New York.

I want us to change

before we get old and die

and it's too late.

Don't you want
to act differently?

I'm tired of you acting
like a goddamn widow.

I have loved you since
I was 18 years old.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry I disappoint you.

Look at me… other than my foot,

which you've seen
a hundred times.

Do I look so goddamn strange

that I have to be
shut away in the dark

like some goddamn freak?

You're not looking at me,

and you're not answering me.

I want you to fuck me

the way you did Orin

when you were 16

or 20 or 25…

The way you said you did.

I don't want to fuck a
sad, widowed schoolteacher

and then die and wither.

Oh, shut up.
Please, shut up!

I need to think a minute.

I need a drink.

Well, bring me one, too.

If I'm going to
stand here all night,

at least I can have a drink.

All the way.

Everything?

Absolutely.

Well, here goes.

Good.

Now we can get started.

Ha ha ha!

Joseph…

This is fun.

Oh, Rosealee.

We do now commit the body
of thy faithful servant

to thy loving care,
o merciful god.

Hold her and protect her

until the time she is joined
by her loved ones,

as shall we all one day
be so joined.

Shower your comfort
on the friends and loved ones

gathered here today.

Enter their hearts.

Bring them peace,

secure in the knowledge
that a better world

awaits us all
at the end of life's passage.

I'd like now for the children
to step forward, please.

Charlotte, Marie, and Joseph,

you may now entrust your mother

to the earth from which
all life Springs forth

and to which we all return.

No, thank you.

Here.

What's this?

How could you?

What?

I thought we'd gotten
so much better

after that night.

Here I was, acknowledging
your sympathy cards,

thinking I could spare
you additional pain.

Do you believe it?

We are better.
She's just a silly kid.

Then why are you fucking a kid?
Aren't I enough?

I've given my life to you.

Well, I figured I needed some…

Catching up, you know.

Oh, god.

You sat around here thinking

and messed up your life,

and I have to pay for it?

I'm not going to get
another chance.

Oh, goddamn you.
I hope you die!

Oh!

Rosealee!

Rosealee!

Rosealee!

Rosealee!

Rosealee!

What's the matter?

They were fighting.

What's going on?

Why is he upset with her?

Joseph?

What? Yeah.

What are you doing?

Huh? What?

You're drunk.

Oh.

Rosealee.
Rosealee knows.

I'm sorry…

But she had to know
sooner or later.

Why?

Because I want to marry you.

I'm not marrying anyone!

Do you hear me?

I won't mention it again.

Catherine?

Catherine, no.

Don't be mad.

I'm not mad.

I love you…

But I…

I love Rosealee, too.

Do you remember
I said I'd find out

the one thing you're good at?

You're not listening.

You'll be sorry.

Rosealee?

Rosealee! We have to
talk right now.

I can't marry you

and be the ghost of Orin
for the rest of my life.

Fuck the ghost of Orin.

Orin is dead, and I'm alive,

living 3 miles up the road,

wondering why I ever
gave my life over

to a goddamn lunatic.

It's 2:00
in the morning.

Will you please leave

before you wake up Lily?

You're not going to
let him stay, are you?

Will you get a blanket, please?

Robert, will you
please get a blanket?

I want you to get him
out of here.

He's a bullshitter.

I feel like such a fool,

like I've been the brunt

of some huge joke or something.

Believe me, no one was laughing.

That's all he is.
A bullshitter.

Catherine's just
bored and horny,

and the man lost his head.

He'll get over it,
and so will you.

It's not true.

Catherine's a wonderful person.

He seduced her.

Robert, you're an ignorant
little piss-ant.

You don't know the first thing
about women.

I know more than you think.

She's my friend. I'm just
sticking up for her.

Oh, big
goddamn deal. Jeez.

So Catherine's young and pretty,

and she comes from
an unhappy family,

and they make love.

Why can't people make love

without all this
goddamn viciousness?

Now, that is a lot of bullshit.

What the hell do you know
about what I'm feeling?

Well, this has been
a rough son of a bitch

on both of us, hasn't it?

What can I tell you, son?

What do you know about my dad?

Your dad?

He was better
at everything than me,

except fishing.

He liked to fist-fight,

and he was good at it, too.

You liked him?

I thought he was the greatest.

He was my best friend.

Why did he go to the war?

He wasn't drafted.

You mean, why did he
leave you and your mother?

You want the truth?

He was bored
with things around here.

O.K.

I want to warn you
about something.

You want to warn me about what?

The major knows.

I think he's coming
out to see you.

Hold it.

Joseph, what are you doing?

Are you armed?

No.

Jesus, why would I be armed?

Who's that in the Jeep?

My wife.
Can we go in?

Of course.

Good.

You want to sit down
and have a drink?

Yes, thank you.

I've been looking for that.

Thank you.

I was going to start

by talking about fishing.

I see your hand is shaking.

Catherine said you were
going to marry her.

Is this true?

No. No, it isn't.

That would be dumb.

I… I'm not her sort.

What is her sort?

Someone who's rich and educated.

Someone who is sophisticated

and lives in the city,

closer to her age.

I wasn't fooled,

and I don't like to be fooled.

I moved her up here

partly to get away

from those kind of people.

But Catherine has
had a good semester,

maybe her best yet.

I don't know what kind
of life you lead,

but I would guess that
you aren't experienced

in these things.

No, I guess I'm not.

It was my first time
to do such a thing.

But I, uh…
Ha ha!

I couldn't seem to help myself,

even when I knew it was wrong.

I think you were wrong, too.

But I can't blame you entirely,

because I know it was probably

less than half of your idea.

You're decent, I know that.

I just know you shouldn't
try and marry her.

You are more misused yourself

than someone who took advantage.

Mr. Svenden, are you
aware that I know

you've been screwing
my daughter?

Beverly…

Honey, have you been listening?

Shut up.

Ma'am…

Beverly, come on, honey.
Let's go home.

It's been a long day.

I'm tired, and you're tired.

We'll talk again.

Let's just go to the car.

I'm waiting,
Mr. Svenden.

Oh!

Beverly, it's time we go.

Bastard!

Come on.

It's O.K.
Come on.

How did you get out here?

Robert brought me.

Where is he?

He left.

Daddy said he was going to have

this little talk with you.

Well, he certainly did,
and your mother, too.

Daddy said you would
never marry me

and that I was just
playing the fool.

That's not true, is it?

That can't be true.

Can't you see I've given you

the best single year of my life?

Ha ha ha!
That's bullshit.

What were you going
to do this year,

fuck Robert?

And look what
I've done to my life.

And we haven't even
known each other a year.

You're play-acting again.

Catherine…

We care a lot for each other.

We've had some
fine times together.

But I'm a goddamn old man,

and you're lovely,

and you're bright,

and you're 17 years old.

I thought you loved me.

I do love you…

Enough to know
what's good for you.

No. You're what's good for me.

Come on, let's just…

Can't we just be lovers

like we were at first?

I bet that you wouldn't marry me

if I asked.

You've been using me

till you got out of town.

It's O.K.

I've done something bad.

What?

Look.

Jesus! What the hell
have you done?

Bolo!

Bolo!

You… you all right?

Oh, dear.

What were you doing?

I was mad at you.

So you were going
to burn your horse?

I thought you'd save him,

but you didn't.

Come on.

Come on.

I'm going to take you home.

I heard about what
happened last night.

Anything left of the barn?

No. It's completely gone.

It's odd, but…

I think I've failed you,

taking you for granted
all these years, but…

You know why
you like Catherine…

Other than, obviously, her body?

It's because she's
not even a person yet.

You don't have to give

anything of yourself to her.

Hell, she wouldn't even know it

if you were giving
anything to her.

Maybe so.
I don't know.

I don't have any excuse.

I guess I wanted
to be carried away…

And I certainly
didn't think that

when Catherine and I started.

But it was what kept me going.

Then we had that night

where you and I got carried away

for the first time
since we were young.

We were doing something

that, uh… We didn't
actually know

what we were going
to do before we did it.

Well, I want to
be carried away, too.

I love you, Rosealee.

I always have.

Joseph!

Joseph, come on!

Come on!