: That’s strange, isn’t it?
FRANK
: What?
HAYNES
: A stranger coming by.
FRANK
: Not really. We’re out here in the boondocks. Sitting ducks for solicitors.
HAYNES
: Oh, really?
FRANK
: Yeah, sure. All kinds. They see the house from the road, all exposed like this. They come up. We’re vulnerable.
HAYNES
: Do you mind if I have a piece of bacon? It smells so good.
FRANK
: It’s burnt.
HAYNES
: I don’t mind. I like it crispy.
FRANK
: Help yourself.
(HAYNES goes to stove, takes bacon, sips coffee.)
HAYNES
: Well, what are they soliciting, these solicitors?
FRANK
: Protein lick, calf booster, ivermectin, steroid tags, lactose, dehorners, lice powder—you name it.
HAYNES
: Never occurred to me there’d be salesmen out here.
FRANK
: Why not? There’s salesmen everywhere. Every time you turn around there’s another salesman. Whole country’s made of salesmen.
HAYNES
: Yeah, I guess.
(HAYNES crosses to windows with coffee and bacon, stands in front of plants, looking out.)
Well, I just hope I’m not intruding here. I mean, I didn’t mean to cause any tension.
FRANK
: There’s no tension. What makes you think that?
HAYNES
: I don’t know—
FRANK
: There’s no tension here. We’re in the country here. Everything’s quiet and peaceful.
HAYNES
: Well, I just really appreciate you and your wife letting me stay here, Frank.
FRANK
: You’d do the same for me.
HAYNES
: I would. You bet. The situation back there just got—very complicated.
FRANK
: Situation?
HAYNES
: Yeah. You know—
FRANK