you want?
I give your car a good going-over,
a real good going-over.
And there's nothing wrong with it.
Not a damn thing. So I brung it back.
I guess you had a
good laugh on me, huh?
- Pardon?
- Making a horse's patoot out of me.
- Yeah, huh?
- Wait. I didn't ask to have my...
...car hauled away. Someone
played a joke on both of us.
You're just full of jokes, aren't you?
Well, I think you're a dirty
shit sack, how about that?
Ramona.
Who goes there?
Hi. It's Earl Keese.
Oh, God!
Oh, God.
My God, I thought you were a prowler.
You all right?
- I guess so.
- You look bad, Earl.
You sure you didn't get hit?
I don't know.
I've never been shot at before.
What were you doing out here?
What was that noise?
- What are you up to now?
- Nothing.
Bet you're looking
for Ramona, aren't you?
- No.
- You're rooting around for Ramona.
I'm not rooting around.
She wanted to talk.
She wanted to talk?
Well, actually,
I wanted to talk to someone.
You wanna talk to me?
Sure.
Come on. Inside.
Grab a seat,
I'll fix us some coffee.
I feel terrible about your eye.
Couldn't be helped.
What are you doing
with all that stuff on?
I was gonna take a dive in the swamp,
try to locate my truck and airplane.
I remember Mrs. Warren used
to bake bread in this kitchen.
I could smell the bread
all the way over at my house.
- Instant okay?
- Yeah.
Better get that fixed.
- Strong?
- Well, not too.
- I gotta rinse this out.
- And waste that coffee?
I'll just put it someplace
until I wash out the cup.
Sit down, Earl.
- I just want to...
- Sit down.
Now, just put the coffee powder
back in the cup.
- Can I wash my hand?
- No.
I thought you came over here to talk.
I like mine tepid and black.
How about you?
Same.
Now you take back that cup you keep
switching, Earl. Or it'll be pump city.
Well, it makes no difference to me.
So.
Here we are.
It's about your daughter,
Elaine, isn't it?
I thought so.
I'd say you got a
real problem there, Earl.
What are you talking about?
What do you mean?
Drugs. I can tell.
That spaced-out look.
Used to see it in dust cases
the state police brought in...
...when I was night custody chief
at Oakville Mental.
Yeah, she's got the dries. She
always keeps licking her lips.
- She was dying for a fix.
- She has never taken drugs in her life.
- Never!
- Well, it was just a wild guess.
They think she stole a ring at school.
I just can't believe it.
Is that all? I thought there was
some kind of major catastrophe.
She's been expelled, for God's sake.
I can think of a problem
that's more important...
...and you, as a parent,
are ignoring it.
What?
What is Elaine doing about sex?
Is she getting probed?
That was very foolish, Earl.
And it could get you snuffed!
Why do I keep getting sucked
into these degrading conversations?
Why should I assume that suddenly
you'll turn into a human being?
Both you or Ramona.
Enid?
- Yes, Earl?
- Why is this door locked?
Is that the dog?
Enid, is that goddamn dog in there?
It's all right.
He's housebroken. Almost.
What the hell is going on in there?
Enid?
Do you realise how this looks?
Should have slipped it through the mail
slot while you had the chance, Earl.
This is going to take explaining, Enid.
A helluva lot of explaining.
- Daddy, what's the matter?
- Nothing.
- I was talking to your mother.
- Through the door?
- It wasn't very important. Go to sleep.
- I just got up.
Okay, then do that, then.
How about this?
Beautiful morning, huh?
Somebody really did
a number on your front end here.
Not to worry. I know a gypsy
in the city does cheap bodywork.
Somebody wrote something here too.
Said "pimp wagon."
You know who wrote that.
Why would I let
anybody write on your car?
I gotta use this buggy today,
to get us breakfast.
- Breakfast?
- Yeah.
- Just you and me?
- Yeah. Right. Who needs the women?
You know, personally, I think if it'd
just been us guys last night...
.