Don: Yeah, when I was a kid, at camp. How, uh- how many acres do you have, Rudy?
Rudy: Well, you wouldn't want to have to walk your way outta here. That's for sure. Come on up and meet my new neighbors.
Don: Aw. No. Aw, geez. When did all this happen?
Rudy: Last couple of years. Local rancher lost control of the land. Banks took it and sold it to real estate speculators.
Don: What the hell happened over there?
Rudy: Meth freaks.
Don: Out here?
Rudy: They find a quiet little place, start cookin'- till somethin' blows up or burns down.
Don: Wow.
Rudy: Past year and a half, I've had two bodies dumped on my land.
Don: Dead bodies?
Rudy: One of'em was rolled up in this nice-lookin' carpet. Scared the shit out of my foreman. They dump dead dogs and cats and all other sorts of garbage on my land. Seems like I spend half my time just defendin' the place. I gotta go to court next week to fight off some private corporation from Denver wants to build a toll road across my land. Eminent domain, my ass. They got another word for it-robbery. You wanna open that up for me?
Don: You should get a clicker. Hey, Rudy. You know anybody over at Uni-Globe Meat Packing?
Rudy: Sure.
Don: What do you think of'em?
Rudy: I think they're a fine bunch.
Don: Really?
Rudy: They'll slit your throat for a nickel. Nothin' personal. They just want the extra nickel.
Don: Well, who do you know over there?
Rudy: I know all of'em. I sold cattle to 'em for years.
Don: Oh.
Rudy: More important, I know their type. They are the meanest, toughest sons of bitches, and they're proud of it. But that's nothin' new. My granddad went up against the meat packers in 1919. Testified in Congress about their price-fixing. And after that, none of them would buy his cattle. U.M.P. And all the rest tried to run him out of the business.
Don: Okay, but that was a long time ago.
Rudy: Yeah. And the big packers are even worse today. They're even bigger today.
Don: Really?
Rudy: And meaner. Hell, old Dwight D. Eisenhower would've shut 'em down. He wouldn't have stood for their crap.
Don: Do you think they would knowingly sell us contaminated meat?
Rudy: Oh, come on. Workers are gettin' their arms cut off over there. You don't know who you're dealin' with.
Don: No. No, I don't. Please, help me. I- I was at the plant. It seemed clean to me.
Rudy: They show you the kill floor?
Don: I don't know. I saw a lot of things.
Rudy: You'd remember. You see any cattle gettin' their heads cut off? Were you walkin' ankle-deep in blood?
