Get in there, Hankus!
That wasn't a very good landing there, Hank.
Do a job, man.
Oh, ha ha.
Come on, you guys. You've had it.
Don't bother to park.
Ah, honey.
Sorry. But I was forced to kick the crap
out of some friends and neighbors.
Come on. Come on up.
I forgot something.
No, no. Hank.
Let got of me, Leland.
Hank, come on.
I'm--
Are you all right?
Whoo!
Whee! Whee!
Eight feet, Joe B., right on the mark!
We're in God's fat little pocket.
Fun, huh?
Fun.
Let me know.
What?
If you want to leave.
Come on! Come on, let's get 'em moving!
You know, I'm sorry about that.
Sorry about what, Hank?
Well, the way you found out about me and your mother.
Hey, let me tell you something, Hank.
I didn't find out about anything yesterday
that I didn't know already.
Hey, how does that happen?
Who tells 1 0-year-old kids about their mothers?
Their mothers?
Nobody had to tell me anything, Hank.
I saw you.
OK, Stampers, up and at 'em.
I don't know.
Hell, everything's coming apart at the seams.
I tell you, Hank, it's Orland's boys.
He says they all got the flu or something.
Or something...
Yeah, he doesn't know when he'll be back.
You know, he don't know the difference
between a goose and a Coos bay whore.
But he knows when they're coming back.
He knows, all right.
It ain't easy, Hank.
The Davies boys are Orland's boys.
Any of us.
My little girl comes home crying every day
'cause there won't nobody play with her.
We're all of us dirt.
Just a couple weeks longer,
they could have waited a little longer.
Maybe they just want to get out while they still can.
Well, we ain't making nothing
but shadows around here. Let's get going.
Hi, Floyd. Hi, Marie.
My God, what the hell do you want?
Well, I'll tell you. It's kind of like this.
Hey, you stop!
Now, that ain't no new truck.
But I sure do feel better.
You bastard, that was my daddy's desk!
Hey, Hank. Hank.
Listen, I got to talk to you, Hank.
Now, it's in confidence, Hank.
I'm talking to you in confidence.
Now, I've never told anybody this before.
You know, Willard, I don't think
I really want the honor.
Hank, now wait. Hank!
Hank, you listen to me now, huh?
Remember last year the girl that I hired on
to help Mildred in the laundry?
Well, that girl and me-- we sort of hit it off.
You know, the two of us.
Well, right now she's up in Seattle.
She's living there.
She's got this kid, Hank. My kid.
Understand me?
I didn't know you had it in you, Willard.
Well, I'm supporting the both of them, damn it.
She and the kid.
But I can't go on any longer.
Hey, Viv.
I just can't afford to.
Hank, you're going to kill a lot of people in this town.
Get to the point, will you, Willard?
Look, that kid is my own flesh and blood.
And I don't intend to give him up.
Well...
good for you, Willard. Hang in there.
Now, listen to me, Hank Stamper.
So help me God, if you don't let up,
I'm going to do something drastic.
I'm going to kill myself.
That's no crap. I'll kill myself.
I'll make it look like--
I'll make it look like an accident
for the insurance money.
I'll do it, so help me God,
as sure as I'm standing right here right now.
I'll do it.
Well...
good luck.
Good luck?
You don't believe me.
Yeah, I do. Willard, I probably do.
It's just that I'm not thinking too sharp now.
And "good luck's" about the best
that I can come up with.
You got to admit, it's better than
"have fun" or "bon voyage."
So why don't we just let it rest, huh?
Good luck, Willard.
Listen, Hank.
Hank, will you please listen to me?
Don't you understand what I'm saying to you?
No more deliveries.
What?
No more deliveries and no more credit.
Hey, how do you feel about that?
Hell with 'em. Pick it up and pay cash.
No, I mean, what are you going to do about Willard Eggelston?
Ah...
I don't pay much attention to Willard Eggelston.
He's in show business.
Ha ha. All right, boys, let's get down to business.
You back up and holler if you see anybody coming.
Hey, the tide's moving good.
They gonna be eating these logs
for breakfast.
Come on with me, Biggie.
He ain't the second snake in their log book.
We should've done this a long time ago.
Come on over here.
Let me pull on this then I can give you some slack.
Got a good find-- that's getting it.
He's coming up here.
Yeah, it's getting it here. It's fine.
How you guys doing?
Going good. That's great.
Try it now.
Hey, Les, what are you doing?
Hey! Les, watch out.
Help! Biggie, get him!
Help me! I got you, Les.
Help me! I can't swim!
Pull him in!
I don't have anything.
Well, we got to get him.
My God, they're going to drift out to sea.
Well, we'll get a boat.
Don't just stand there, I can't swim.
There's a phone up in that shed.
I tell you you're not going to call that bastard.
Are you out of your mind?
They'll float by that Stamper house.
They're going to drown out there.
Come back here!
Yeah.
Hello, Hank. This is Howie Elwood.
Who? Howie Elwood.
Uh, wait a minute.
Hey, I hate to bust up the concert,
but there's somebody on the phone.
Yeah?
The thing is, Hank, that we have a kind of
an emergency.
Uh, where are you guys?
Well, we're down around your log rafts somewhere.
Oh, yeah? What are you doing there?
We were having a little party, log rolling.
Log rolling at night?
A log got away from us.
And Les and Biggie are hung up on it.
If you could get your boat out,
they should be floating by pretty soon.
Can you do that, Hank?
I'll get on it.
He said he'd get on it.
I bet he's going to have
some funny questions about that raft.
Let's get on down there and put it together.
You boys look kind of wasted.
Yeah. It's kind of cold.
And we've been--you know.
You don't have to explain to us. Just get in.
We'll take you back up to the raft.
Oh, thanks.
Whoa!
Hubba! Hubba!
Set me some whistle bunks.
Let's go!
Oh.
Wag it and shag it, Stampers!
Let's go!
Bless this day.
I forgot.
What?
Lessie's tooth. She's going to be sore as hell
if she don't get something for that tooth.
Hank, you got a quarter? Huh?
Damn it.
Here's 35 cents.
That fairy's a big spender.
A fatal accident was reported
in the city ofWakonda.
Willard Eggelston, owner and manager of the Wakonda theater,
was found dead in front of the lobby.
Police say they believe Mr. Eggelston
might have fallen from a ladder.
He was taken to Wakonda hospital
where he was pronounced dead on arrival.
"The time and weather on KCOB"
Turning now to weather along the Central Oregon coast--
wind, rain, and high tide the outlook.
A high tide of 9.6 feet has a predicted two-foot overtide
for 1 1.6 feet, near the critical 1 2-foot level.
And all boat owners in waterfront areas...
Hank? Hank?
He killed himself.
Well, a guy takes his own life, honey,
he's got to be crazy.
Willard is dead.
Was I supposed to keep him alive?
I didn't call him up and say,
"Hey, Willard, jump!"
Don't you feel anything about it?
What do you want me to do?
Stay home.
You can do that. Today, tomorrow.
Next week. Just stay home.
Give it up.
We're not going to starve for four log booms.
I never said we were.
Stay home. Give an inch.
Take off your boots.
We can make love after breakfast.
We can make love after lunch.
And old Henry will get pissed off at us like he used to.
And you just laugh, close the door on him
Iike you used to. And you'll hold me
Iike now. Please stay home.
What you doing out there?
Come upstairs now. Right now. Please.
...bum. We'll have it for lunch.
Well, take a good look, you son of a bitch.
Like a bird. Like a God damn bird.
Something just fell off last night.
Come on, Henry.
He's been banging on that thing
all night long with a ball peen hammer.
Fix that saw you fixing her.
Come on, let's flap out of here.
I'm going down to Doc Ivan this morning,
get the rest of this cast darn booger yanked off.
And then finally maybe
when I'm back on your dumbass crew again,
we just might get some work done.
Well, don't just stand there looking.
Let's wag it and shag it.
Hey...
Hank, please don't go.
What the hell's all this?
Henry, you tell him.
You tell him to stay home.
How the hell can I do that?
Because there's no one wants you to work. No one.
Well, I do. He does.
Joe B., Lee, they do.
That's good enough.
For what? For what?
Hell, don't you know?
To keep on going, that's what.
To work and sleep and screw and eat,
drink and keep on going.
And that's all?
Honey sweet, that's all there is.
That's the whole ball of wax.
Come on, let's go.
I'll drop you boys off at the show site.
Hank?
Joe Ben.
Yo! John!
Yo! Come out here.
Ya don't mean to truck in your way.
With a 9-foot tide running today,
they'll just float down to the pond.
Yeah. Hey, we can do that all right.
Ain't he a bitch.
That's going to be a real ball breaker
But I got an idea we can whop it.
What do you say, Hankus?
Well, we'll get 'em started, Henry.
Then you can just stomp 'em down.
Henry, that tide's coming in.
Better get somebody down to the mill pond.
No trick to that.
John here can take the pickup down,
snag each one of them coming by.
OK by me.
Here you are, Hank. I'll get Andy
and get on it right away.
Go ahead, Joe B.
Hank, it's slabbing!
Joe B.!
Oh!
Oh, God...
Go on, see about Joe B.
Joe B.
Hey, Lee.
Hey, don't worry. It's all right.
Ain't nothing broke.
This old log come barreling down,
sat right on my lap.
Soft mud saved me, I guess.
Can't you move?
I don't think so.
Hold it. There's something real hard
that's wedged right up against my butt.
What the hell happened up there?
The tree slabbed.
I think the old man got hurt pretty badly.
Well, you go on.
You get him to the hospital.
'Cause I'm OK.
Go on, Lee. I'm all right.
OK.
Is he out?
Mostly.
Here, let me get a hold.
I better get him into town real quick.
OK.
I'll give you a hand.
No, you better see what you can do
about Joe Ben.
Looks like he's got a ton full of logs
sitting on his lap down there.
Don't worry. I'll get him
to the hospital all right.
You do what you can for Joe B.
Hank.
There's a big ol' piece of wood
that's wedged right up against my butt.
It's got me stuck real good.
Hey, Hank.
Didn't even bust my radio.
What do you think of that?
Let me haul you out of here.
Oh, no. Ain't much.
You just wasting your time.
There's something hard down there under my butt
that's holding me down.
I can feel it down there.
I'll go get the saw and cut you out.
Yeah, all right. You do that.
Hey, and, Hank, you don't worry about me.
I'll just sit here and wait for you.
Jesus...
Let me walk.
Easy big boy.
I'm glad to see you again, old sport.
Hey, you were going real good, what happened?
It's got gas.
That water must've drowned it.
It ain't gonna work, Hank.
Hey, Hank, just leave it. It's all right. Look. Look.
All we got to do--
I tell you, all we got to do is sit here and wait.
This here tide is going to come in.
It's going to raise this thing off of me.
Hell, it'll float clean away.
It's got to do some rising.
Well, all right.
We just got to do some waiting then.
Good idea. You bet.
It ain't gonna work, Hank.
My arm's coming off.
Why don't you be a nice old son of a bitch
and lie still, huh?
Bastard.
Keep...you keep it here.
I don't know what happened, Leland?
OK. Hang on, dad.
Damn it, Hank. Damn it. It's ruined.
I forgot to take it off my stupid neck.
Well, it'll dry out most likely.
You feel it lightening any?
Can't tell you. I'm as cold as a witch's tit.
Well, let me go on under and take a look.
It's holding all right.
How far you think it's come up, Hank?
I don't know, Joe B. Couple of inches, maybe.
Hank, it's moving.
Oh, Jesus.
Hey, Hank, you ain't gonna let this old river
up and drown me, are you?
It's holding, all right. I can't budge it.
Son of a bitch.
I thought all you had to do was ask your big buddy upstairs
and everything would be all right.
Hank, I'd never ask him for nothing
if I figure you and me
could handle it ourselves.
Yeah, I suppose he's got his problems.
No greater problems in Oklahoma.
Hank.
I don't like this water.
It's getting over my chin.
Hey, if worse gets to worse,
I could always give you mouth to mouth
till this mother floats off you.
Yeah, you could do that.
What?
God damn it.
What if old Henry saw us, huh?
Can you imagine that old son of a bitch?
He'd be telling everybody atThe Snag
you and me was kissing before we went underwater.
I don't know if I much care for that.
I don't know if I much care for that either.
Hey, it's gonna be OK, Hank. It was moving.
It's going to pop off any time now.
Easy. Easy.
You know, I ought to maybe put my arms around you
and just kiss you a little bit first
so we get used to it, huh?
Sure wish I had a head of hair like Leland.
Make out like it was Rita Hayworth.
Hank, it's shifting, Hank!
Crazy son of a bitch.
Don't clown around.
Don't laugh. Oh!
Joe B. Joe B.
Ah, Joe B.
Joe B.
Get a stretcher, quick.
My arm fell off.
Hurry.
Lee telephoned me from the hospital.
Let's get over there.
I want Lee to go over to the mill pond.
What for?
To watch every log that goes by
and grab the one that's flagged.
Joe Ben's nailed to it.
He drowned.
There was an accident.
Henry was hurt real bad.
Joe B.'s...
What is it?
Hematocrit 28.
Hemoglobin 9.
Look, I think you'd better recheck his hemoglobin
and his hematocrit again in a couple of hours.
All right, yeah.
Viv.
Up here.
Jan's going to be OK. We had to wake her parents up.
She...
hasn't told the kids yet.
She's going to wait until tomorrow.
Are you all right?
Viv...
are you all right?
What?
Close the door.
The old bitch is just waiting for me to die.
She wants to change the damn fool sheets.
Come here.
What?
You know what come with the other arm?
I wasn't by God gonna let them have it.
I'm gonna bury it when I get home.
Tell Lee to put it in the freezer.
Watch out Viv don't fry it up for supper.
By God, if she ever sees that--
Easy. Easy. Lie back. Lie back.
I can't lie back.
Got things to do.
Got a contract to fill.
Got eggs to hatch and cats to kill.
In the morning, you get Joe B.,
figure out where we stand.
OK.
Hey, we got Lee, too.
By God he really cut it today, Hank, didn't he?
Yeah, he did.
Don't you believe 'em.
Who?
Them. They're trying to put me in my grave.
I'm not even close.
Not even shoutin' distance.
Oh, Hank, it's just that quack doctor to leave me...
Oh, Lordy! Lordy!
Son of a bitch!
Could you do that for me, please?
I'd appreciate it.
Thank you.
Was that the hospital?
Yeah. Not good.
It's kind of hard to believe, isn't it?
How you can just pack up all those years
in one little suitcase.
I'm not even taking the God damn canary.
Maybe I ought to leave with you.
I thought about that.
That's not what you're looking for.
That's not why you came back here.
Where will you go?
Well, I want to stay with Jan for a while.
And then I don't know.
I'll just get on with the rest of my life.
Oh, I should've left a long time ago.
Well, the old man didn't make it.
I can't believe this day.
We'll get together in a couple of days
and see where we stand.
Hey. We're finished.
Nobody's gonna be staying with us.
Come on, kid. Let's go home.
OK. But there's not much there anymore.
Everyone's gone.
Viv too.
She's headed off by herself.
She said she could've picked a better day.
People do what they want, kid. I don't tell 'em what to do.
Never give an inch, huh?
What do you want from me? You want to see me crash?
You bet I would, King Kong.
I'd love that.
I'd like to see you make the same splat
my mother did when she hit the pavement.
You're still laying her off on me, huh?
Well, let me tell you something, kid.
I was 1 4 and she was 30.
Maybe you're old enough now to help me figure out
who the hell was banging who.
Your old man said you really cut it today.
Yeah.
It's Ben, Hank.
We're having a couple of drinks.
Listen. Sorry things turned out
the way they did.
You're doing the right thing, Hank, laying off.
Some people say you're just on your knees.
But, hey, if there's anything we can do for you,
just call anytime--
What?
I think Stamper just rented a tugboat from Omomosa.
That son of a bitch aims to run them God damn logs!
You want to finish it now, Hank?
I haven't got time to cold cock you
this morning, bub. I got work to do.
You know, Hank,
I thought all you dinosaurs were dead.
Well, if they want this one,
they're gonna have to shoot him.
Just like King Kong,
you got to knock him down.
Get off them God damn logs, bub.
They're half mine now, bub.
What are you doing?
I'm gonna hook on those last two rafts.
You gonna take all four of 'em?
I am now.
I know he can't! I know he can't make it!
But he's out there trying, damn it.
Now, you get Sorenson, Evans, and Biggie Newton
and you tell them to get their ass over to the Stamper house
right this minute!
You think you can handle this tug, bub?
With my head in a sack.
Give me that rope over there.
You better keep going right down the middle, bub,
or I'm going to kick your ass
from here to Dixie.
OK. I'll make the deal.
I don't kick the crap out of you this year,
you don't kick the crap out of me next year.
Tide's really running.
Let's get this mother on the road.
Take it easy.
Yeah, I got a call. What's going on?
Nothing.
I don't believe any of it.
Anything happened?
Nothing. Not a sign of 'em.
I'll go take a look.
OK.
I bet you he gets hung up before he ever gets started.
Ain't I been telling you?
Nobody can make that run by himself.
Suppose he does take off with a couple of rafts.
Can anybody just show me how he's going to make it
on his own?
Probably get hung up on the first bend he'd come to.
Floyd.
Hey, Floyd.
Son of a bitch.
Jumpin' Jesus...
That's him.
He's got all four rafts.
He's got his kid brother. That God damn family...