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THE LONG HOME
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Estimated duration
486s
Location
HARDIN’S HOUSE
Time of day
LATER - DAY
Characters
HARDIN, BLALOCK, COOPER
A TRUCK with a HORSE TRAILER comes roaring up the drive, where it stops and begins backing toward the enclosure with the three horses. “BLALOCK” is stenciled on the door of the truck. BY THE TRUCK As CECIL BLALOCK, the man whom Motormouth spied sleeping with his wife, is backing up the truck, Hardin approaches from the house. -- 36 of 109 -- -- 37 of 109 -- -- 38 of 109 --
HARDIN
You tearin’ my yard all to hell, Blalock. Ain’t you had no raisin’? I never heard you say could you cross it or kiss my ass or nothin’. Blalock looks out at him from the pick-up.
BLALOCK
I come for my horses.
HARDIN
Can you prove they’re yourn?
BLALOCK
You know damn well I can. 35.
COOPER
HARDIN
I sort-of thought you could... (turns back toward the house) Get out a while and we’ll talk about it. He goes up on the porch, where he squats on his haunches. Blalock remains in the truck.
BLALOCK
There ain’t nothin’ to talk about. I come after ‘em. Figure up what I owe you for their keep and send me a bill.
HARDIN
Whatever you say - you’re the doctor. I guess we could dicker about it, but I’d say you owe me somewhere in the neighborhood of $800. Blalock is so astonished he suspects his hearing.
BLALOCK
Eight hundred dollars? For what?! Hardin stands and points to the withered little garden across the drive where Amber first found the horses.
HARDIN
I had me a fine corn crop there, and they done wiped me out before I knew they was on the place. They came in the night. Apoplectic, Blalock leaps out of the truck and stalks over to the garden. He makes a show of looking around.
BLALOCK
And where is this fine corn crop?
HARDIN
(picking his teeth with a match) I thought I said - it’s gone. They eat it. They wiped me out.
BLALOCK
Why, they’re ain’t a Goddamned thing out here but rocks and sawbriars. You couldn’t hire a fuckin’ stalk of corn to grow here. 36.
HARDIN
I admit it don’t look like much now, but you ought to have seen it before your horses got to it. His rage building, Blalock crosses the drive toward the house.
BLALOCK
If you think I’m giving you $800 for a few bales of hay, you’re crazy as hell. I’ll give you what I think is fair, and you can like it or not. Hardin descends from the porch and heads toward the horses. Blalock is forced to follow.
HARDIN
I’ll make you another deal. I’ll count you out five one-hundred dollar bills for that horse right here and now. (points to the big, red stallion) Then we’ll go have a little drink and forget we ever had words.
BLALOCK
That horse ain’t for sale, and even if it was, that wouldn’t even make the down payment. Hardin turns and faces Blalock, forcing him to a dead stop.
HARDIN
Alright, then here’s the new deal - if you so much as trespass a foot farther onto my property, they will carry your dead ass out of here on a stretcher. They will load you up and haul you away. Do you understand me? Blalock looks at him with fresh astonishment.
BLALOCK
You’re crazy! You’re the one that’s gonna get hauled away!
HARDIN
Not so crazy I don’t know whose property we’re standing on. 37.
BLALOCK
Nor me either - Thomas Hovington’s. Hardin’s eyes narrow for a long beat and Blalock fears for his life. Finally:
HARDIN
Like I said, it’s on you. You can bet or fold. Blalock stands his ground a moment longer, then turns back toward his truck.
BLALOCK
I’m suin’ you. I’m gettin’ a lawyer right now. He climbs into the truck, starts it, and throws it into reverse. Hardin turns back toward the house.
BLALOCK
(through the window) I’ll get them papers, and I’ll be back!
HARDIN
That don’t surprise me one bit.
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