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THE LONG HOME
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Estimated duration
515s
Location
WATER HOLE
Time of day
DAY
Characters
HUGGINS, WINER
His hair wet, Winer is again shaving with the mirror balanced in the tree. He’s shirtless, and the effect of all that physical labor is showing in his chest, shoulders and arms. HUGGINS’ VOICE behind him causes Winer to jump, nicking himself with the razor. -- 56 of 109 -- -- 57 of 109 -- Do you know how a thing like that could be? Huggins starts to get a cornered look to him. -- 58 of 109 -- Your mama thinks a right smart of me, we might be gettin’ married one of these times... We might just all pack up and go north. Me and you’ll be in the same family then, and you know as well as I do that a family ain’t got but one boss.
HUGGINS
What do you know, good buddy? Winer turns toward him, wiping a trickle of BLOOD from his chin. 55.
WINER
What is it? I came up here to take a bath.
HUGGINS
I know ye did. I just wanted to talk to ye a minute and wanted to catch ye by yourself... Winer waits, knowing exactly what Huggins will ask for.
HUGGINS
Reckon you could loan me about five til Wednesday? Wiping the lather from his face with his towel, Winer pulls out his WALLET and begins fishing out the money.
WINER
I guess I can.
HUGGINS
(eyeing the MONEY in the wallet) Just let me have ten if you can spare it, good buddy.
WINER
If five’d do a minute ago, how’d we get up to ten?
HUGGINS
Well... Five’d do, I reckon. I’ll get by on it, I s’pose. He takes the FIVE Winer gives him and slips it into his pocket.
WINER
You’ll have to get by on it. I’m paying my own grocery ticket this week.
HUGGINS
(confused) Do what?
WINER
I wanted to ask you about my grocery ticket out at Long’s. I’ve been sending money out there every week, and somehow or other I seem to owe him more all the time. 56. (MORE)
HUGGINS
Lord, no. I guess you better ask Sam Long. His tickets must be messed up.
WINER
His tickets are all right. Mine’s the ones that are messed up... What are you trying to pull on me?
HUGGINS
You need to talk to your mama...
WINER
(cutting him off) You say talk to Sam Long, or talk to my mama. I’d as soon talk to you as anybody I know.
HUGGINS
I ain’t no book-keeper.
WINER
No, you ain’t no book-keeper... There’s two or three things I can think of that you are, but you ain’t no book-keeper... And I’ll tell you something - I work for my pay. And if you think I’m busting my ass every day so you can drink it up at the pool hall or pay for goddamn pots and pans, then you’re living in a dream world. This pushes Huggins too far, and he makes an attempt to look like a grown-up facing back-talk from a child.
HUGGINS
You got a good bit of a mouth on ye for a youngen, ain’t ye? Winer glares back, unintimidated.
HUGGINS
Boy, me and you’s goin’ to have to get somethin’ straight: you work with me, and I’ll work with ye... But ye make it hard on me and I’ll hand it right back to ye. 57.
WINER
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WINER
Why, Goddamn you... He lunges forward, grabbing a fistful of Huggins’ shirt. Doing so, he knocks from its perch his own mirror, which shatters on the ground. Huggins suddenly looks afraid.
WINER
I’ll tell you right now - what you and her do is your business. But it’ll be a cold day in Hell when you boss me around. He releases Huggins, who staggers back, shocked, almost tripping over some loose stones.
HUGGINS
You sorry shitass... You stuck-up little prick... He continues backing away - fixing his shirt, running his hand through his hair - until he’s a safe distance from Winer.
HUGGINS
We do get married, the first thing I’m doin’ is puttin’ your ass on the road. He hurries away toward the house. Winer watches him go, then turns back to the broken mirror, with its shattered pieces of himself. He begins gathering his things.
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