{"product_id":"buried-child-isbn-9780307274977","title":"Buried Child","description":"A newly revised edition of an American classic, Sam Shepard’s Pulitzer Prize—winning \u003ci\u003eBuried Child \u003c\/i\u003eis as fierce and unforgettable as it was when it was first produced in 1978.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA scene of madness greets Vince and his girlfriend as they arrive at the squalid farmhouse of Vince’s hard-drinking grandparents, who seem to have no idea who he is. Nor does his father, Tilden, a hulking former All-American footballer, or his uncle, who has lost one of his legs to a chain saw. Only the memory of an unwanted child, buried in an undisclosed location, can hope to deliver this family from its sin.“Shepard is an uncommon playwright and uncommonly gifted.” –\u003ci\u003eThe New York Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Wildly poetic, full of stage images and utterances replete with insidious suggestiveness.” –\u003ci\u003eNew York\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Shepard is one of the most prolific playwrights, and for that matter, certainly one of the most brilliant.” –\u003ci\u003eNew York Post\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eSAM SHEPARD\u003c\/b\u003e was the Pulitzer Prize–winning author of more than fifty-five plays, three story collections, and two works of prose fiction. As an actor, he appeared in more than sixty films, and received an Oscar nomination in 1984 for \u003ci\u003eThe Right Stuff.\u003c\/i\u003e He was a finalist for the W. H. Smith Literary Award for his story collection \u003ci\u003eGreat Dream of Heaven.\u003c\/i\u003e In 2012 he was awarded an honorary doctorate from Trinity College, Dublin. He was a member of the American Academy of Arts and Letters, received the Gold Medal for Drama from the Academy, and was inducted into the Theater Hall of Fame. He died in 2017.\u003ci\u003eBuried Child\u003c\/i\u003e, the revised edition, was produced on Broadway at the   Brooks Atkinson Theatre by Frederick Zollo, Nicholas Paleologos, Jane   Harmon, Nina Keneally, Gary Sinise, Edwin Schloss, and Liz Oliver on   April 30, 1996. The production transferred from the premiere   production at Steppenwolf Theatre Company (Martha Lavey, Artistic   Director; Michael Gennaro, Managing Director) in Chicago, Illinois,   which opened on October 1, 1995. It was directed by Gary Sinise; the   set design was by Robert Brill; the costume design was by Allison   Reeds; the lighting design was by Kevin Rigdon; the sound design was   by Rob Milburn; and the production stage manager was Laura Koch. The   cast was as follows:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE   James Gammon\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE   Lois Smith\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    TILDEN   Terry Kinney\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BRADLEY   Leo Burmester\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    SHELLY   Kellie Overbey\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    VINCE   Jim True\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    FATHER DEWIS   Jim Mohr\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    \u003ci\u003eBuried Child\u003c\/i\u003e was produced at Theater for the New City, in New York City, on October 19, 1978. It was directed by Robert Woodruff. The cast was as follows:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE   Richard Hamilton\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE   Jacqueline Brookes\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    TILDEN   Tom Noonan\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BRADLEY   Jay O. Sanders\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    SHELLY   Mary McDonnell\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    VINCE   Christopher McCann\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    FATHER DEWIS   Bill Wiley\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    \u003ci\u003eBuried Child\u003c\/i\u003e received its premiere at the Magic Theatre, in San Francisco, California, on June 27, 1978. It was directed by Robert Woodruff. The cast was as follows:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE   Joseph Gistirak\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE   Catherine Willis\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    TILDEN   Dennis Ludlow\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BRADLEY   William M. Carr\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    SHELLY   Betsy Scott\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    VINCE   Barry Lane\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    FATHER DEWIS   Rj Frank\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    \u003cb\u003eCHARACTERS\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE   in his seventies\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE   Dodge's wife; mid-sixties\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    TILDEN   their oldest son\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    BRADLEY   their next oldest son, an amputee\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    VINCE   Tilden's son\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    SHELLY   Vince's girlfriend\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    FATHER DEWIS   a Protestant minister\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    Act One\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    \u003ci\u003eScene: day. Old wooden staircase down left with pale, frayed carpet   laid down on the steps. The stairs lead offstage left up into the   wings with no landing. Up right is an old, dark green sofa with the   stuffing coming out in spots. Stage right of the sofa is an upright   lamp with a faded yellow shade and a small night table with several   small bottles of pills on it. Down right of the sofa, with the screen   facing the sofa, is a large, old-fashioned brown TV. A flickering   blue light comes from the screen, but no image, no sound. In the   dark, the light of the lamp and the TV slowly brighten in the black   space. The space behind the sofa, upstage, is a large screened-in   porch with a board floor. A solid interior door to stage right of the   sofa leads from the porch to the outside. Beyond that are the shapes   of dark elm trees.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e    Gradually the form of dodge is made out, sitting on the couch, facing   the TV, the blue light flickering on his face. He wears a well-worn   T-shirt, suspenders, khaki work pants, and brown slippers. He's   covered himself in an old brown blanket. He's very thin and sickly   looking, in his late seventies. He just stares at the TV. More light   fills the stage softly. The sound of light rain. dodge slowly tilts   his head back and stares at the ceiling for a while, listening to the   rain. He lowers his head again and stares at the TV. He starts to   cough slowly and softly. The coughing gradually builds. He holds one   hand to his mouth and tries to stifle it. The coughing gets louder,   then suddenly stops when he hears the sound of his wife's voice   coming from the top of the staircase.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   HALIE'S VOICE:  Dodge? (DODGE \u003ci\u003ejust stares at the TV. Long pause. He   stifles two short coughs\u003c\/i\u003e.) Dodge! You want a pill, Dodge? (\u003ci\u003eHe doesn't   answer. Takes a bottle out from under a cushion of the sofa and takes   a long swig. Puts the bottle back, stares at the TV, pulls the   blanket up around his neck\u003c\/i\u003e.) You know what it is, don't you? It's the   rain! Weather. That's it. Every time. Every time you get like this,   it's the rain. No sooner does the rain start than you start. (\u003ci\u003ePause\u003c\/i\u003e.)   Dodge? (\u003ci\u003eHe makes no reply. Pulls a pack of cigarettes out from his   sweater and lights one. Stares at the TV. Pause\u003c\/i\u003e.) You should see it   coming down up here. Just coming down in sheets. Blue sheets. The   bridge is pretty near flooded. What's it like down there? Dodge?   (DODGE \u003ci\u003eturns his head back over his left shoulder and takes a look   out through the porch. He turns back to the TV.\u003c\/i\u003e)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  (\u003ci\u003eTo himself\u003c\/i\u003e.) Catastrophic.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  What? What'd you say, Dodge?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  (\u003ci\u003eLouder\u003c\/i\u003e.) It looks like rain to me! Plain old rain!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  Rain? Of course it's rain! Are you having a seizure   or something! Dodge? (Pause.) I'm coming down there in about five   minutes if you don't answer me!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  Don't come down.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  What!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  (\u003ci\u003eLouder\u003c\/i\u003e.) Don't come down! (\u003ci\u003eHe has another coughing attack. Stops.\u003c\/i\u003e)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  You should take a pill for that! I don't see why you   just don't take a pill. Be done with it once and for all. Put a stop   to it. (He takes the bottle out again. Another swig. Returns the   bottle.) It's not Christian, but it works. It's not necessarily   Christian, that is. A pill. We don't know. We're not in a position to   answer something like that. There's some things the ministers can't   even answer. I, personally, can't see anything wrong with it. A pill.   Pain is pain. Pure and simple. Suffering is a different matter.   That's entirely different. A pill seems as good an answer as any.   Dodge? (Pause.) Dodge, are you watching baseball?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  No.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  What?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  (\u003ci\u003eLouder\u003c\/i\u003e.) No! I'm \u003ci\u003enot\u003c\/i\u003e watching baseball.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  What're you watching? You shouldn't be watching   anything that'll get you excited!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  Nothing gets me excited.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  No horse racing!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  They don't race here on Sundays.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  What?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  (\u003ci\u003eLouder\u003c\/i\u003e.) They don't race on Sundays!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  Well, they shouldn't race on Sundays. The Sabbath.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  Well, they don't! Not here anyway. The boondocks.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  Good. I'm amazed they still have that kind of   legislation. Some semblance of morality. That's amazing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  Yeah, it's amazing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  What?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  (\u003ci\u003eLouder\u003c\/i\u003e.) It \u003ci\u003eis\u003c\/i\u003e amazing!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  It is. It truly is. I would've thought these days   they'd be racing on Christmas even. A big flashing Christmas tree   right down at the finish line.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  (\u003ci\u003eShakes his head\u003c\/i\u003e.) No. Not yet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  They used to race on New Year's! I remember that.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  They never raced on New Year's!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  Sometimes they did.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  They never did!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  Before we were married they did!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  \"Before we were married.\" (DODGE \u003ci\u003ewaves his hand in disgust at   the staircase. Leans back in sofa. Stares at TV.\u003c\/i\u003e)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  I went once. With a man. On New Year's.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  (\u003ci\u003eMimicking her\u003c\/i\u003e.) Oh, a \"man.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  What?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  Nothing!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  A wonderful man. A breeder.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  A what?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  A breeder! A horse breeder! Thoroughbreds.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  Oh, thoroughbreds. Wonderful. You betcha. A breeder-man.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  That's right. He knew everything there was to know.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  I bet he taught you a thing or two, huh? Gave you a good turn   around the old stable!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  Knew everything there was to know about horses. We   won bookoos of money that day.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  What?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  Money! We won every race I think.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  Bookoos?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  Every single race.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  Bookoos of money?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  It was one of those kind of days.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  New Year's!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  Yes! It might've been Florida. Or California! One of those two.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  Can I take my pick?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  It was Florida!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  Aha!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! The sun was just   gleaming. Flamingos. Bougainvilleas. Palm trees.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  (\u003ci\u003eTo himself, mimicking her\u003c\/i\u003e.) Flamingos. Bougainvilleas.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  Everything was dancing with life! Colors. There were   all kinds of people from everywhere. Everyone was dressed to the   nines. Not like today. Not like they dress today. People had a sense   of style.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  When was this anyway?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  This was long before I knew you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  Must've been.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  Long before. I was escorted.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  To Florida?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  Yes. Or it might've been California. I'm not sure which.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  All that way you were escorted?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    halie's voice:  Yes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  And he never laid a finger on you, I suppose? This gentleman   breeder-man. (\u003ci\u003eLong silence\u003c\/i\u003e.) Halie? Are we still in the land of the   living? (\u003ci\u003eNo answer. Long pause\u003c\/i\u003e.)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  Are you going out today?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  (\u003ci\u003eGesturing toward rain\u003c\/i\u003e.) In this?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  I'm just asking a simple question.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  I rarely go out in the bright sunshine, why would I go out in this?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  I'm just asking because I'm not doing any shopping   today. And if you need anything you should ask Tilden.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  Tilden's not here!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  He's in the kitchen. (DODGE \u003ci\u003elooks toward left, then  back toward the TV\u003c\/i\u003e.)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  All right.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  What?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  (\u003ci\u003eLouder\u003c\/i\u003e.) All right! I'll ask Tilden!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  Don't scream. It'll only get your coughing started.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  Scream? Men don't scream.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  Just tell Tilden what you want and he'll get it.   (\u003ci\u003ePause\u003c\/i\u003e.) Bradley should be over later.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  Bradley?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  Yes. To cut your hair.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  My hair? I don't need my hair cut! I haven't hardly got any hair left!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  It won't hurt!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  I don't need it!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  It's been more than two weeks, Dodge.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  I don't need it! And I never did need it!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  I have to meet Father Dewis for lunch.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  You tell Bradley that if he shows up here with those   clippers, I'll separate him from his manhood!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  I won't be very late. No later than four at the very latest.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  You tell him! Last time he left me near bald! And I wasn't even awake!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  That's not my fault!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  You put him up to it!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  I never did!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  You did too! You had some fancy, idiot house-social planned!   Time to dress up the corpse for company! Lower the ears a little! Put   up a little front! Surprised you didn't tape a pipe to my mouth while   you were at it! That woulda looked nice! Huh? A pipe? Maybe a bowler   hat! Maybe a copy of the Wall Street Journal casually placed on my   lap! A fat labrador retriever at my feet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  You always imagine the worst things of people!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  That's the least of the worst!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  I don't need to hear it! All day long I hear things   like that and I don't need to hear more.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  You better tell him!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  You tell him yourself! He's your own son. You should   be able to talk to your own son.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  Not while I'm sleeping! He cut my hair while I was sleeping!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  Well he won't do it again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  There's no guarantee. He's a snake, that one.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  I promise he won't do it without your consent.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  (\u003ci\u003eAfter pause\u003c\/i\u003e.) There's no reason for him to even come over here.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  He feels responsible.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  For my hair?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  For your appearance.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  My appearance is out of his domain! It's even out of mine! In   fact, it's disappeared! I'm an invisible man!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  Don't be ridiculous.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  He better not try it. That's all I've got to say.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  Tilden will watch out for you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  Tilden won't protect me from Bradley!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  Tilden's the oldest. He'll protect you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  Tilden can't even protect himself!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  Not so loud! He'll hear you. He's right in the kitchen.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  (\u003ci\u003eYelling off left.\u003c\/i\u003e) Tilden!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  Dodge, what are you trying to do?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  (\u003ci\u003eYelling off left.\u003c\/i\u003e) Tilden, get your ass in here!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  Why do you enjoy stirring things up?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  I don't enjoy anything!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  That's a terrible thing to say.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  Tilden!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  That's the kind of statement that leads people right   to an early grave.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   DODGE:  Tilden!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  It's no wonder people have turned their backs on Jesus!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  TILDEN!!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  It's no wonder the messengers of God's word are   shouting louder now than ever before. Screaming to the four winds.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  TILDEN!!!! (DODGE \u003ci\u003egoes into a violent, spasmodic coughing   attack as tilden enters from left, his arms loaded with fresh ears of   corn. \u003c\/i\u003eTILDEN \u003ci\u003eis dodge's oldest son, late forties, wears heavy   construction boots covered with mud, dark green work pants, a plaid   shirt, and a faded brown windbreaker. He has a butch haircut, wet   from the rain. Something about him is profoundly burned-out and   displaced. He stops center with the ears of corn in his arms and just   stares at dodge until he slowly finishes his coughing attack.\u003c\/i\u003e DODGE   \u003ci\u003elooks up at him slowly\u003c\/i\u003e. DODGE \u003ci\u003estares at the corn. Long pause as they   watch each other\u003c\/i\u003e.)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  Dodge, if you don't take that pill nobody's going to   force you. Least of all me. There's no honor in self-destruction. No   honor at all. (\u003ci\u003eThe two men ignore the voice\u003c\/i\u003e.)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  (\u003ci\u003eTo\u003c\/i\u003e TILDEN.) Where'd you get that?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   TILDEN:  Picked it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  You picked all that? (TILDEN \u003ci\u003enods\u003c\/i\u003e.) You expecting company?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    TILDEN:  No.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  Where'd you pick it from?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    TILDEN:  Right out back.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  Out back where?!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    TILDEN:  Right out in back.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  There's nothing out there--in back.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    TILDEN:  There's corn.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  There hasn't been corn out there since about nineteen   thirty-five! That's the last time I planted corn out there!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    TILDEN:  It's out there now.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  (\u003ci\u003eYelling at stairs.\u003c\/i\u003e) Halie!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  Yes, dear! Have you come to your senses?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  Tilden's brought a whole bunch of sweet corn in here! There's   no corn out back, is there?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    TILDEN:  (\u003ci\u003eTo himself\u003c\/i\u003e.) There's tons of corn.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  Not that I know of!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  That's what I thought.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    HALIE'S VOICE:  Not since about nineteen thirty-five!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  (\u003ci\u003eTo\u003c\/i\u003e TILDEN.) That's right. Nineteen thirty-five. That was the   last of it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    TILDEN:  It's out there now.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  You go and take that corn back to wherever you got it from!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    TILDEN:  (\u003ci\u003eAfter pause, staring at dodge\u003c\/i\u003e.) It's picked. I picked it   all in the rain. Once it's picked you can't put it back.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    DODGE:  I haven't had trouble with the neighbors here for fifty-seven   years. I don't even know who the neighbors are! And I don't wanna   know! Now go put that corn back where it came from! (TILDEN \u003ci\u003estares at   dodge, then walks slowly over to him and dumps all the corn on   dodge's lap and steps back. dodge stares at the corn then back to   tilden. Long pause.\u003c\/i\u003e) Are you having trouble here, Tilden? 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