INT. HARDIN’S CAR - NIGHT

HARDIN

Winer, I don’t want me and you to have a fallin’ out. I think maybe we got off on the wrong foot back there and I think we ort to work it out.

WINER

I don’t guess there’s anything left to work out. You want me to do something I can’t do and I guess that’s all there is to it.

HARDIN

Well, you kind-of got me backed into a corner on this thing, and you ornt fuck with a man backed in a corner.

WINER

If you’re in a corner then it’s a corner you picked yourself... You act like I’m going to mistreat her. I wouldn’t hurt her for the world.

HARDIN

Goddamn it, Winer - you’re goin’ to have to make up your mind. Just what is it you want? Pussy? Winder curtains? A little white house somers with roses climbin’ on it? It ain’t like that! It never was. All it is, is a hole and over half the people in the world’s got one. Ain’t that right?

WINER

No.... You paid me off tonight and we’re even now. Let’s stay that way. You find somebody else to finish your building and I’ll find another place to work. Hardin looks suddenly, irrationally exasperated. 75.

HARDIN

You dipshit fool! You think I couldn’t have found a dozen carpenters better than you? Wake up, Winer. You been livin’ in a dream world.

WINER

Then why did you hire me? The question catches Hardin off-guard and he looks perplexed for a moment.

HARDIN

Damned if I know... I reckon deep down I was just fuckin’ with you.

WINER

What do you mean?

HARDIN

(somewhat taciturn) Just let it be. It ain’t got nothin’ to do with this. Opening the car door, Winer gets out. Before closing it again, he leans back in.

WINER

I aim to see her. There’s nothing you can do to stop me.

HARDIN

Hell, you done been stopped! You was stopped the minute I kicked them come-stained blankets out of that stumphole. You was stopped and never even knowed it. He roars away. DISSOLVE TO: