EXT. HARDIN’S HOUSE - NIGHT

HARDIN

What is it you wanted said that had to be said in the rain?

NATHAN WINER SR

I found your whiskey still on my land. Now, I don’t care if you make whiskey till you’re ass-deep in it, but don’t make it on my land. If the law found that still, they’d come down on me, not you.

HARDIN

That’s about the way I figured it too. Did you bust it up?

NATHAN WINER SR

You damn right I did. I broke that whiskey, too. Hardin gives a sly, malevolent smile. IN HIS POCKET, his hand closes around the PISTOL he has hidden there. 3.

HARDIN

Now, you ornt done that.

NATHAN WINER SR

Why Goddamn you. If the son of a bitch hadn’t been so heavy I’dve dumped it in your front yard. Now I don’t know what you got on Hovington to be here, but if piece one of that thing goes up on my ground again, me and you goin’ around and around. Hovington watches through the window as Hardin’s eyes narrow.

HARDIN

I never took a order in my life from a tenant-farmin’ redneck and I’m too old to start now. He pulls the gun from his pocket, but is felled by a gut- punch from Winer that puts him on the muddy ground. Shaken, Hardin fumbles for his gun as Winer pulls out a PEARL-HANDLED KNIFE and advances rapidly. But not rapidly enough. BAM! Hardin’s shot catches him in the left eye and Winer falls dead on top of him. The front door opens and out runs Pearl. Slatternly to begin with, she’s gotten fleshier with age.

PEARL

Dallas? HARDIN SHUT THE FUCKING DOOR! She does. Winer pushes the dead body off him and picks up the knife. He puts it in his pocket.