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You know, I don't think that people give much thought

to the stress that tellers go through every single day.

I mean, I'm standing there saying, yes sir, no sir.

Would you like that in 50s or 100s, sir?

I mean, I must handle a kazillion dollars every

damn day, and none of it is ever minding me.

It's depressing, ain't it?

I mean, I have bunions the size of golf balls.

Really?

You have to wear special shoes?

I thought you were rich.

I love Sammy.

Don't you?

Sammy.

Sammy.

Sammy Davis Jr.

He's dead, right?

Well, technically speaking.

I don't listen to dead singers.

Give me the crate.

Except for the Beatles, but I was about 13 when John Lennon died.

But since the majority of them are still alive, I guess it's okay.

Not that I listen to the Beatles all that much.

I mean, even if they do get back together, I don't think... Here, here.

Drink up.

I don't drink wine.

And if you want to know the truth.

Except for peach coolers on a really hot day, that can be really nice.

I like the flavor.

Let's pretend.

Let's pretend that we're really rich and famous.

People magazine just photographed our wedding.

The Enquirer had to get shots from a helicopter

which I almost shot out of the sky with my handgun.

We've been given wedding gifts worth hundreds of

thousands of dollars, including the cutest little puppy.

Oh, I should say.

A private jet is taking us to Paris for the first stop on a six-month honeymoon.

Our suite is filled with roses and champagne.

Biggest bed that you have ever seen.

And now, after what has probably been the greatest day of

either of our lives, there's only one thing left for us to do.

We are going to fuck ourselves across the sky.

Ugh.

What happened?

Nothing, nothing.

I'm just involved in a complicated dispute with a water and power company.

I'm scared of the dark.

You're what?

I'm serious.

I'm scared of the dark.

I mean, I'm really scared of the dark.

Well, listen, I've got some candles here.

You know, I was a little girl.

I got locked into this closet.

And I just screamed and screamed and screamed until they let me out.

It was really, really frightening.

No, no, no, please.

No screaming.

No screaming, Trudy.

Hey, just think peaceful little thoughts, all right?

Find a happy place.

I'll find a candle.

I can't find it.

I can't find it.

I can't find it.

Yeah, go ahead and send a reporter or send a photographer with you.

Yeah, I think we should.

Well, I got back to me this afternoon.

Yeah, I think we've got to do that.

All right, I'll talk to you later.

Help yourself.

I'm going to be perfectly honest with you, Richter.

I'm completely in the dark about your attitude.

I thought you wanted to talk to me about the piece for the weekend section.

Oh, you have your review.

No, not exactly, but I'm sure I could get it done lickety-split if I had to.

You know, I'd say we have an attitude problem, wouldn't you?

You've been back one month and you're already missing deadlines.

I call that an attitude.

You're a screw-up, Richter.

I appreciate your forthrightness, sir.

Mr. Liddy, I'll have that review ready first thing Monday morning.

Oh, and Richter.

Yeah.

Our families were friendly.

I want you to keep that in mind.

A favor is a favor.

I'm about to suffer for the usual reasons of necessary humiliation.

You want to come?

What kind of humiliation?

Mother-son.

Will there be groveling?

If cornered.

Good.

You drive.

How was your blind date?

Well, it was, uh, abbreviated.

Bill, Richter, mother.

I am not in the mood to lend.

I have a business proposition for you.

I'd rather lend.

It's regarding the farmhouse.

Here, pay your bills, whatever it is you do with it.

Actually, I have a plan.

A plan?

If I want to hear you talk, I'll squeeze you.

I have a plan.

I'm taking Billy with me this afternoon to Dallas for the weekend.

When I get back, you and I will have lunch.

Mom, it would be nice to actually have a conversation.

And stay out of my apartment.

How'd it go?

Horrifying, but brief.

Shit.

What?

Bedford and Harman Shaw.

There you go.

There was some left of it.

My, my, my, look what the cat dragged in.

Richter Boutreau.

Mr. Shaw.

Well, I thought we'd run you out of town, boy.

Well, I'm back.

Yeah, I can see that.

Well, we're gonna have to get together and have ourselves a little talk sometime soon.

Well, welcome back, Richter.

And, uh, good luck to you.

Thanks.

Come on, Bedford.

I, uh, stood up to his daughter once.

She was a lifeguard down at the pool.

The one they sent off to the sanitarium?

How did Harman take it?

Did not take it well.

I covered a press conference at his new industrial park.

He's talking to this guy.

I find out later it's one of his bankers.

Anyway, it's like a private conversation, right?

But no one else is talking much and we're all in here shut.

He knows we're listening is what I'm saying.

Yeah.

Okay, joke.

What do you get when you cross a groundhog and a nigger?

Six more weeks of basketball.

Ho-ho.

Can you believe it?

What, he tells nigger jokes?

No, no, no, no.

What gets me is nobody even mentioned it.

Nobody fucking blinked.

It's like he did it on purpose.

Around here, nobody notices.

Yeah, well, around here, everybody tells nigger jokes.

I don't.

Now, Richter, there's a woman on your car.

Whoa.

Yeah.

That's the first woman that ever broke my heart.

Richter, honey.

How y'all doing?

Well, Vicki, darling.

It's nice to see you.

I've been looking for you all over.

Well, I've been back a month.

You gonna introduce me to your friend?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Vicki Stover.

It's Louise Brinkman.

She works with me down at the paper.

Which I never read.

But if I did, I would immediately keep an eye out for your part.

Is it a Miss Brinkman?

Thank you, Miss Stover.

Mrs. So was that Keith that I saw driving down 41st the other day?

Yes, I have heard my big brother's back from his latest facility.

How's home life?

It's fine.

Rona's working out to be a real fine daddy.

Fact is, got herself a sitter tonight.

And me and Ronnie were wondering if we could come see y'all.

Tonight?

Well, actually, I have a review I gotta finish tonight.

Richter, Ronnie says he wants to talk to you about something special.

Me?

Business proposition.

Those were his very words.

Listen, Richter, I really need to get out tonight.

Even with Ronnie and all.

I miss you.

Well, I guess I could write the review this afternoon.

I swear you are, sweetheart.

Oh, and, um, Richter, if Ronnie says anything you know about you and me going

out last Friday, just go along and say we did.

Just say we went to a show.

Oh, shit, I gotta listen.

Oh, uh, Vicky, I'm not at the farmhouse this weekend.

I'm out at my mom's apartment house sitting.

God, I'm stupid.

Come in.

Welcome, y'all.

Oh, God, if this air conditioning don't chill, my butt.

Nice.

Why don't we get us a place like this?

Hi, Ronnie, honey.

Hey, Richter.

What the fuck is that?

You gotta think with your spine, brother.

Some people, that's all they got to think within that.

Was that supposed to be a joke?

A drink?

An absolutely...

That's funny.

Who lives here?

My mom and Billy.

Billy your dad?

Half-brother.

His dad's dead, Ronnie.

That's right.

About 20 years ago.

They weren't real close.

Yeah, I just forgot.

He just forgot.

Listen, you want to get off.

Told you I don't do that no more.

Yeah, you told me.

Richter?

No, thanks.

Where's the TV?

In there.

So, how are things?

Things are fine, just great.

Where'd you get that bruise?

Want this whole thing?

I guess I don't know.

I guess it is bump into stuff, huh?

You know... You don't have to take that.

Take what?

The bruise.

Is that right?

Wouldn't daddy be happy to see me now?

You know what he told me?

He was trying to talk me out of it.

I mean, he feared Ronnie for some poor trash... just chasing all my money.

He goes, Vicki... that boy's all dick.

I mean, Ronnie wanted after my money.

Only me.

So why aren't you getting high with him?

That shit's bad for you.

I quit.

I'm serious.

I quit for glam.

She's just starting to crawl.

She only goes backwards.

Mama's girl, that's for sure, huh?

Never figured you for a moment.

Me neither.

What?

I don't know.

Guess I never figured we'd all end up in Tulsa.

We had plans, didn't we?

Well, maybe we could help each other out.

Yeah?

You want to run away from home?

I'm so sick of fucking talk shows.

Come on, Ricky.

We got some things to talk about.

Ronnie, listen.

I'm sorry I don't have that money for you.

I should have it next week or the week after latest.

Is that okay?

Maybe you could help me with something.

Well, how do you mean help?

You mean, like, instead of the money or...?

Maybe.

See this pouch?

It's, um...

Right here.

This pouch has got a fucking fortune in it.

All I got to do is figure out the details.

What details?

What?

Let's just say it's kind of a... deal.

Well, where do I come in?

You work for a newspaper.

I need access to the medias.

Media?

It's, uh, it's already plural.

Ronnie?

Ronnie?

What?

Yeah?

Well, okay.

That's just swell, Ronnie.

I'll tell you what.

You just let me know when.

And I'll put the medias on full scale alert.

This ain't funny, Richter.

I ain't stupid.

No, hey, listen, I was just... Oh, my.

Aren't these cozy?

Where's my cigarettes?

I swear I had one, but I... I swear I did.

Thank you, Richter.

Here's a special bulletin from Duke 7 on the continuing tornado...

So what are we doing?

Proving our minds in here?

A dramatic twister came within 50 miles of downtown Tulsa.

More and more tornado sightings are coming in from all parts of the state.

Temperatures have now reached 92 degrees this

afternoon, which breaks a century-old record.

A hot, dry air spreads an electrifying thunderstorm that...

That's why I feel all edgy inside.

They used to it Tulsa.

Heat and storms are going to get worse.

Hey.

Liddy's been asking for you.

Well, screaming, which is like asking.

You, uh... You talk to Ronnie?

Charming fellow.

A little shy, but a nice phone man, huh?

What's in the pouch?

I have no idea.

How much do you owe him?

Hey, boo, what's going on, man?

Hey, Keith.

Good to see you, man.

God, you look good.

Yeah, you too.

Vicki told me you were back in town.

Oh, yeah?

And how is my little sister?

No, she's the same.

Oh, too bad.

Come on, let's win.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where?

What do you mean, where?

Where?

Keith's back in town.

We're gonna celebrate.

Keith, this is not exactly a great time for me, man.

My day's already sort of fucked up, you know?

Hey.

You are looking at the prints.

The fucked up days.

Now, come on, boo, boy.

Keith's gonna take care of everything.

I'm not entirely sure, but...

somewhere around the fourth bar, I seem to have lost consciousness.

Conscious ain't no big deal, boo.

Don't let it worry you, huh?

Come on.

Uh-oh, turn around.

There you go.

Let's go drink.

It's safer than driving.

It depends on what you're drinking.

Come on, now.

Let's do it.

I met this chick in Minneapolis.

Dane, Swedish.

Dane some fucking night.

Nice.

Oh, yeah, man.

I banged her.

That's what you mean.

Oh, she ate my chili, baby.

At least until she got over her high house.

Oop.

Cute.

Okay, face.

Blonde.

Tits out to here.

She was bad, man.

Dane.

Minneapolis.

Oop.

That's the problem, man.

That box was too hot.

What?

Her box.

Her vagina.

It was too hot in there.

I put it in my dick.

It was golden, huh?

Maybe she was excited, Keith.

It happens.

No way, man.

Bitch never fucking been laid in her life.

It was disgusting.

Well, did you talk to her about it?

No.

What do you know?

That's when she got on her high horse.

Oh, no, no, no, man.

Totally different thing.

She starts saying some stupid shit about oil companies.

Some books she read.

So I tell her, hey, baby, I happen to run.

Some more comes.

Maybe I know just a little bit more about it than you do.

Oil makes the world go round, right?

So I went, hey, you drive a car, use gasoline, huh?

There you go.

Stupid bitch didn't even think it up, man.

You impressed her with your executive background.

Hey, maybe I don't go in the office every day.

So what?

I help run things.

You talk to my lawyer, Mr. Chip Carlson.

He takes care of trust.

He calls me all the time.

I get reports and shit.

So what ever became of Zane from Minneapolis?

Hmm?

I beat her senseless.

Kicked her off her high house ice.

That would be a better way to end a relationship, man.

Salt and battery feels, I don't know, a little severe.

Hey, relationships for college boys, boo.

Never trust anything that bleeds for five days.

And don't die.

Hey, you remember back in fourth grade when

Billy Peters comes looking to kick my ass?

Yeah, kick my ass.

You stopped him, man.

Yeah, you remember that, huh?

Oh man, I remember just sitting there on my butt looking up at you.

Pushing and shoving and saying shit like nobody beats up my friends.

Oh man.

Hell, I didn't even know I had a friend at the time.

I know, maybe you were just trying to show off in front of Vicki.

No, no, man.

It wasn't like that.

Yeah, well I'll tell you what.

I always remember that.

Now you should know something.

I ain't such a pushover no more.

Now my mama, dad or dad,

little sister had done been disinherited in this song

because she ran off and married some dope head drug dealer.

And here I am just sitting here with all this money, boo boy.

That's just...

break shit into little pieces.

Let me finish!

Hey, you stay here last night or something.

Never mind, never mind.

Hang around.

Single action cults.

The gun that won the West.

Check him out, boo.

Death's cold metal asshole.

All right, all right.

You watch way too much TV, my friend.

Fuck it, man.

I can't take this shit anymore.

Fuck, man.

You know, I don't think that's fucking funny.

Jeez, man.

You need some help.

You need some serious therapy.

I've been looking for you, Mr. Richter-Boudreau.

And what are you doing here?

Oh, just thought I'd say hiding.

That's all right with y'all.

We'll play some tennis this afternoon.

Oh, cut the hillbilly shit, okay?

You can't play at the club.

There ain't no family membership anymore.

Just mine.

Oh, darn it, Keith, you in here, I just forgot.

You forget these little things after a few years go by.

Looks like you can use some exercise yourself.

You're kind of a lard-butt pig these days, don't you think?

Why don't you eat my shit, okay, Vicki?

Eat my shit, you slut.

Isn't this adult?

You mind if I go up and get me some stuff, Princess?

I don't keep much of a tennis wardrobe at home these days.

Fucking bitch.

Get in and get out.

You can get your ass back down there.

All right.

Yep.

Hey.

Hello, Richter.

Vicki will be right down.

She's just joined on some tennis stuff.

Tennis?

I could see what people got out of tennis anyway.

His ball's too small.

She said after you beat her last week, she wasn't backing out.

She said she'd whip your ass.

Well, she's got a competitive nature.

How's Clem?

You never called my bank yesterday.

Yeah, well, listen, you know, you can't...

You shouldn't call me at the paper, really.

It's not cool.

I hope you got that pouch safe.

Safe enough.

Good.

Meet me tonight.

We'll talk about this deal I got.

You know, I don't know how much there is really to talk about.

I'm broke and... I'll be at 66 around 9.

Unless you umbrella Keith got plans.

I... I could get out of here.

Yeah, I want Keith.

Best he's not around.

That's enough exercise.

Got any drugs?

Crushed eyes.

Hey, this is a record.

How many times have we been out lately?

I mean, just so we're both telling your husband the same lie.

I'm sorry.

I should've told you.

You used to tell me everything.

Hey, Victoria.

Hey.

Didn't know we were expecting guests.

Just what I've been looking for in the competition, huh?

Oh, Rector.

This is Chip Carlson.

Chip's an old family friend.

Chip's the executive of the family trust, as I recall.

That's right.

Hello, Rector.

Looks like we got ourselves a doubles match here.

Why don't you go warm up?

We're already wet.

Listen... Chip's gonna drop me a few bucks from home, okay?

But I'm gonna tell Ronnie you did.

You know, something came up.

Something came up?

Anything else?

Did it snow today?

Oh, thanks, Rector.

Not like this line would sneak around any more than you do.

It's complicated.

Yeah.

That's where you won't say anything.

Hi, Keith.

Same here.

Not good.

You know, same.

Keith.

Chip's been calling me for help.

It seems our little Keith ate me.

He thought himself some real trouble this time.

Beating up girls.

A lot of one-looney being into another, huh?

More than black life.

Hey, darling, come on.

I believe old milk's beginning to tire.

Vicki, how can we do it?

Doing what?

Whatever it is that you and Chip are doing to Keith.

Keith, you know, your own brother.

Oh, you mean y'all don't believe I'm concerned, sister?

Just say I'm tired of who I am these days, Rector.

Hey, darling, come on.

I'm coming.

Hey, swing through, par.

Just swing through.

You don't gotta kill it.

No.

In fact, I do have to kill it, Chip.

I'm sorry, but that's just the way I feel.

Okay?

All right?

Come on.

Rector!

Hi, Mom.

How was your trip?

Abbreviated.

Brunch tomorrow, 11 sharp.

You and I have a lot to talk about.

Come on.

Oh, dear.

Boo, things are messed up.

I'm in Oklahoma City till Tuesday.

I can't handle it.

Help yourself.

Everybody else does.

P.S.

Are you really my friend?

I'm lying in my bed Telling me to listen To

the words inside of my head Can I get a beer?

I'm looking for a guy named Ronnie Stover.

Hey.

Vicki didn't kill me.

I guess she didn't feel too good.

She didn't?

Not after she ran the three miles home from where you dropped her.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, I told her I didn't think she should do that.

But, you know, Vicki... Yeah, I know Vicki.

Thank you, darling.

You get better looking every day.

Me and Vicki ain't doing too good these days.

Did she say anything to you?

Not a thing.

It's money that always comes down to money.

The way she was raised.

She chose you, man.

She kissed all that money goodbye.

Well, fish swim in the water, dry land to know.

Ronnie, we gotta talk.

Jerry, this is Rick deBoudreau.

Come here all the way from a very famous family.

Hi.

Charmed.

Rick is the dude I mentioned.

I can't go back to my place.

No way.

Yeah, that's not good of mine.

I guess we'll just have to figure out something.

Figure out something, old man.

You, uh, you can stay with me.

You can stay at Rick's.

I like that cute team of guys.

I'm not fucking him, okay?

Neither am I.

It's the old team spirit.

We'll be back in a minute.

Where's Jerry?

Getting ready to dance.

Feels better now.

Oh.

A stripper.

And a junkie.

Does she hook?

See, this is the other day.

There was this black girl who used to work here named Merla.

That's her.

Jerry knows who killed her.

She's seen it.

That's really making us some money.

Who did it?

You think I'd tell you that?

Was it a white guy?

Well, let's just say he can afford to pay for what he done.

He can afford to pay twice for what he done.

Now, you tell me, is that a white dude?

That's blackmail.

Oh, shit.

I can take these monos right.

I'm a natural.

In the dark, I'm a natural.

In the dark, in the dark.

You alright, darling?

Mm-hmm.

Richter here's taking you home, baby.

What do you say we tell Richter about Erla?

Come on, darling.

You gotta talk about it sometime, sweetheart.

I think you should reconsider this blackmail thing.

Is that right?

Guess I better call them folks back then.

What, you called on the phone?

I've seen a little TV, Richter.

I use payphones, a different one each time.

I told them we want a million either.

I think she should go straight to the police yesterday.

Fuck the police.

They ain't even got around to finding out who the dead girl is.

Come on, Richter.

Rich white boy, dead black girl, working topless.

How's that look to you?

They might as well stick her in a bag and send her home.

There ain't no justice none for no dead black girl.

Cherry, Cherry!

She don't know shit about Tulsa.

She doesn't even know who the dude is.

But she's seen him, right?

Seen his car, too.

Real fast white car.

Ring a bell.

Honey?

A family like that, he ain't what you call hard to identify.

Especially now that he's got blood all over them white seats.

Damn shame, ain't it, Richter?

Sort of car you'd call a classic.

I do believe once you even had a thing for a sister.

See what I mean, partner?

This year's a whole lot more complicated than you've been thinking.

Take care of my girl now.

You're a rich boy.

No.

I always wanted to meet a rich boy.

I guess I've been looking in all the wrong places.

Morning.

You hungry?

Sort of hard to tell.

We expecting company?

Sometimes I feel like a little animal protein.

Want to help pick me up?

You live here?

Uh, not exactly.

I'm sort of house-sitting here.

Listen, you know, there's something that we should talk about.

Follow me.

There's a football field in the living room.

How long you been in Tulsa?

Three months.

How'd you end up here?

I followed someone to Houston, but he left, so... decided to go to Chicago.

Which explains why you're in Tulsa.

Sort of.

You always been a dancer?

Nope.

But I've been stripping for some time.

I thought junkies lost their appetite.

I'm not a junkie.

I just chip, like Ronnie and... what's your name?

Vicky.

Yeah, the bitch.

How, uh... how old are you?

I don't think you can tell that by looking between my legs.

I'm sorry.

I wasn't really looking.

You weren't looking?

No, I have this wandering idea where my right eye just drifts.

You were drifting.

I was mesmerized, okay?

I mesmerized you?

Well, you walk around looking like that, someone's bound to look.

It's almost a fact of nature.

Look, I could take down my pants and we'll see who's looking.

Go ahead.

No.

You're shy.

First of all, I'm not wearing pants, per se.

You're boxers then.

No.

Chicken.

Why don't you just cover up your... My what?

Your nether region.

My Netherlands?

I refuse to pun.

You're stepping in the pancakes.

You're cute.

And you're rich.

I'm not rich.

Just my luck.

Cera.

Who really lives here, anyway?

Uh, friends of mine.

Vicky's brother.

I'm sorry.

And the mom and dad?

The mom and dad, Michael's, are the big country club in the sky.

The waiters are always polite.

His mom was, uh... Oh, shit.

What?

My mom!

I have this business appointment.

You can't leave me here alone.

No, you just sit tight.

I'll be back in an hour.

You'll be safe.

I got this place till Tuesday.

You'll be okay.

Hi.

I ordered your grilled cheese.

Thank you.

Aren't you gonna order something for your... Richter, you're nearly an hour late.

I've eaten.

Oh.

Thank you.

You'll never guess the news that I have.

Are you doing anything Tuesday night?

Because I'm throwing a big party.

Why?

I got married again last week.

Oh, my... Lord God.

Oh, I burnt my fucking tongue.

Are you all right?

I'm all right.

Well, don't... Don't play with it.

So... What's... What's his name?

Your new husband?

Vic.

Vic Hill.

I met him at Vale this spring.

Mm.

Really hit it off, huh?

Vic is the founder and CEO of Hill Manufacturing and Developing.

Of course, at this point, that's not all he does.

Victor was recently appointed to head the

governor's special council on future energy needs.

Of course, he really doesn't have the time, but he's that kind of man.

Republican, huh?

Cool.

So when do I get to meet him?

Tuesday.

He's flying up, so everyone can meet him.

Right, right.

Well, that's great.

Mom, that's super.

I'm so excited.

I'm excited for you.

Uh, well, listen.

Mom, not to change the subject or anything, but I have

a little proposition I'd like to talk to you about.

Mom, I'm in trouble.

Again.

No, no, not that kind of trouble.

I just, I don't like the way that my life is going.

I want to make some changes.

I want to try and make the future mean something.

Richard, you just got back.

Now, I know the farmhouse.

I'm not supposed to get it until I'm 35, but it's still mine, right?

Well, I'd like to fix it up and sell it.

Sell it?

To who?

To you.

Well, I'd like to do the work myself.

But I need some money.

Just to get things started.

Materials and... and it would just be a loan.

You'd get it back.

As soon as I sold the house back to you, you could deduct it from the sale price,

and I could take that money and use it to buy

a new place somewhere and get a fresh start.

When your father and I first got married, I thought that good life would go on forever.

You can imagine what it was like for a girl who

had hardly been out of Bristol, much less Oklahoma.

And there I was, married to Malcolm Boudreau, this rising young attorney.

Oh yeah, and son of Mr. Truman Boudreau, boy.

I hit the big time at last.

Some big time.

A squalling kid.

An alcoholic skirt chaser for a husband.

I waited years in that ranch hands cottage, your farmhouse.

We didn't have any money.

But your grandfather and grandfather helped me out.

See?

He helped me out all right.

And there's Malcolm acting the whole time like he don't know what's going on.

And I am not going to let you disappoint me anymore.

No, Mom, listen, I'm not Dad.

I'm not.

I'm... Billy and I are moving to Dallas at the end of June.

That farmhouse, by the way, in worth the rent you owe me for it, I had it assessed.

The rent I owe you?

You can go over the figures with my accountant if you want.

Or if you want to try to sue, maybe you can find a way to pay me back.

But my lawyer doesn't think that tenancy clause is exactly ironclad.

Well, I guess the place is yours then.

Just business, honey.

Shit.

Keith.

You!

Hands on your heads!

Both hands!

Shut up!

Now shut off the ignition and take out the key.

Do it slowly!

Now throw it out!

Nice and slow.

Put both hands on the wheel!

Motherfucker!

Don't you fucking move!

Yeah!

Well, that's okay.

Everybody misses the first time.

Get your hand back up there.

Finger off the trigger.

Now let's cock it all the way.

Get your finger away from the... That's it.

Finger on the trigger, go.

Yeah, that's it.

Put the gun down!

Hey, this is private property!

You put your gun down!

Now!

Or the next one's in your ass!

It hurts!

Sorry, didn't mean to scare you.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Keith got busted!

You never should have talked back to those cops.

Ronnie's gonna freak.

Look, I thought that Keith did it.

Did what?

He shot at some flower pots.

No, but I thought that it was Keith.

Ronnie's blackmail.

I mean, I drive up, I see Keith's car and I thought, oh, you know, God.

Lucky for me, you're stupid.

Otherwise I'd be dead.

Jerry?

Jerry, listen to me.

Hey!

Hey, listen to me.

I brought you here without thinking, but Keith was out of town till Tuesday,

so I thought that I had enough time to get to know you and then get you out of here,

but I just, I... I just wanted to get to know you more than anything, and that...

it made me stupid.

Real stupid.

I'm sorry.

I just... if you knew Keith, then...

it's not... him, though.

Who the hell is it?

Talk to Ronnie.

Michael!

Keith!

It's about time.

Where are my guns?

Where are my guns?

This is bullshit.

Watch your mouth.

Keith, sign the paper.

It's late.

What a fucking setup.

Okay, well, fine, fine.

I can play your game.

I'm gonna sue your pig-ass off.

Better watch who you callin' pig, bad boy.

What are you gonna do about it, huh, Keith?

Fuck you.

Cut it out.

Hey, and you!

You think I don't know what's going on here with you?

If you want my money, you're gonna have to do more than fuck my sister to get it.

You understand me?

Listen here, my friend.

You just remember who it is you're talking to.

I know who it is I'm fucking talking to!

Hmm?

And if you don't find a way to get my guns, I am going to kick your ass.

Hey, Jipper.

How's that old backhand?

You're out to get me, man.

And I don't know how to stop it.

Hey, I've done some crazy shit.

Right?

Yeah.

But I ain't crazy.

I know you're not.

Well, Chip and Vicki, they think different.

They think they can prove it, too.

Hell, all it takes is a right judge and a piece of paper.

Come on, Keith.

She's your sister.

You know, that's what I like about you.

You remember us the way we used to be.

As if it mattered.

Yeah, Mr. Shaw wants to see at the country club.

Right.

now.

Young Boudreaux.

Can I mix you a cocktail?

No?

Want to keep a clear head?

Well, good for you, son.

Good for you.

You know, I was... I bartended for five summers in a row when I was young.

You know, they say that a man can learn a great deal standing behind a bar.

You know what I learned?

Keep your jacket clean.

Smile for tips.

And never, never serve a married woman before lunch.

Sit down, Richter, and have yourself a nut.

You working?

Yeah, over at the journal.

The journal?

Damn, Preston's... What are you, some kind of a... a news hound or what?

A movie review.

Yeah, I haven't seen a movie.

Well, the last movie I saw was Cleopatra.

And Liz Taylor knows.

Those Violet eyes.

Hello, are you sure I can't mix you something here?

Oh, I know.

I'll bet you're one of those diet soda drinkers, aren't you?

Got any bush mills?

Irish, you bet.

Coming right up.

You like a little ice with that?

Yes, please.

How's that?

That's fine.

Oh, Richter.

You and I, we have a problem.

We, our men, we love our women badly.

Well, that is a problem, I guess, but... Well, it's not that we mean to.

But it's hard to control those urges.

Sometimes those urges can lead us astray.

You follow me when I'm...

Sort of.

Well, the reason I'm telling you this is I want you to

understand that I know the way you treated my daughter.

Not to forgive, I can't manage that.

But now...

Now she's finally coming home.

And by God, that makes me happy.

That's great.

Really, anything I can... Well, it's probably not, but if there's anything I can...

Of course there is, Richter.

It's for your butts, and that's true.

Wherever you came from, you go back there.

The sooner the better.

Take a trip.

Go visit some of your big city friends.

And send the bills to me.

Mr. Shaw, I'm not sure you have the right idea about me and Brenda.

I know.

I know exactly the way it was.

Now, you just send those bills to me.

I don't want your fucking money.

Times are changing, son.

And not for the better.

We are all going to be tested.

You damn sure will be tested.

Yeah, well, as long as they grade on a curve.

Richter.

Richter!

I could have been a good friend to you, once upon a time.

For fuck's sake, Carmen, can you think of a single reason why?

Well, let's just say your mother and I... are old... friends.

There, Richter, you could almost be my son.

Get this.

Everybody's favorite millionaire oil man...

had himself a little terrorist problem Saturday night.

Hello.

Cynthia Rawling, please.

Cynthia Boudreau Simpson Rawling.

Now, we all know that Harmon Shaw values nothing above his loving family.

I suppose that even includes the daughter he stashed in the bin.

You remember her, Richter.

But no one occupies a more fruitful place in the old racist's heart...

than son and heir Bedford.

Bedford.

Why anybody would want to blow up young Bedford's car is a mystery.

Yeah, will you tell her that Richter called?

Happily, young Bedford was inside the restaurant when the explosion went off.

After a routine questioning by police, the badly shaken heir apparent...

went into seclusion at his daddy's ranch.

Sort of a shit-kick as Anna do.

A white classic sports car.

Richter.

When did this happen?

Saturday.

I pull into this parking lot.

There's two fire engines, an ambulance and about 19 squad cars...

and this stinking pile of burned rubber and metal in the middle of it.

Yeah, yeah.

Where was Bedford during all this?

Camped out in his old man's stretch.

Very emotional, very distraught.

Harmon was there when he got there kind of quick, didn't he?

Shaw's giving a press conference tomorrow.

Maybe you want to help me cover.

Richter!

Hello.

Roddy?

Hello?

Vicky?

You looking to get killed, comrade?

Baby still asleep?

Had to run down to the get-and-go.

She is a carstarch.

She'll wake up just like that.

A man can't go without smokes when he's stinking.

Choke your shit out of me.

I thought you were somebody else.

There's no car out front.

I found somebody sneaking around my yard.

I've had people come in here with a load of guns before.

I parked down the block.

I thought it'd be better.

You want a beer?

Thanks.

Shit, it's hot out there.

We got some real bad news here.

Check this out.

Yeah, I think... What do you mean, you see?

It was on TV last night.

It means they're finally starting to take me serious.

I helped the ante to one and a half.

You did what?

I called them up, told them I was tired of this shit.

They want to fuck around, the price goes up.

Yeah, but they just destroyed the evidence, right?

Now it's just Cherry's word against his.

Ain't a fucking court of law, Richter.

Ever gets that far, we're fucked anyways.

So what'd they say?

Now we're going to blow up the car to show good faith?

They didn't say nothing.

They just listen and hang up.

Oh, well, why didn't you say so?

That's very promising.

This is fucking suicide.

This is a fucking Turkey shoot, my friend.

Cherry took a little souvenir, remember?

I left it with you for safekeeping.

Yeah, but see, I didn't know that you were talking about

Bedford Shaw, about Harmon Shaw, the white sports car.

I thought you were talking about Keiths.

Well, you thought wrong.

Hi, what are y'all doing kissing in here?

Hello, Richter.

It's nice to see you.

I walked past your car down the block.

I thought, well, that is Richter's car.

But I guess he just forgot where we lived, didn't he?

Of course, it didn't surprise me seeing as I don't

actually remember last time he paid us a visit.

Oh, and how's my chronic, Dean?

Everything okay around here?

I just had so much fun playing tennis the other day.

Yeah, yeah, it was great.

Oh.

Here's your nasty UN... God damn it.

Did you wake up, Clem, just to get a pack of cigarettes?

Did you?

You couldn't fucking wait?

She's asleep.

Richter babysat while I was out.

Great.

This type of role model we need, isn't it?

Oh, damn.

Ronnie!

Oh, dear.

Should have put her one of them ice cream bags.

Got some things to eat, too.

Ronnie.

Ronnie, we really gotta talk before... Talk to Vicki.

Vicki?

Listen, I gotta get back to work.

Richter, honey, I just can't take it.

Don't worry, baby.

We'll play tennis again real soon.

That's not what you think it is.

It's over now.

Believe me.

I always believe you.

That's the trouble.

I think I hear your child.

Well, it is appealing.

Yep, I always wear ice cream on hot days.

Here I am, Clem, honey.

I really... I gotta go.

It's okay.

I'm not gonna keep you.

Yeah, Richter, I'd go to bed with you right now if I thought I could get away with it.

What?

You better go now.

I'm gonna do some falling apart.

I don't think the faces are gonna be very attractive.

For you to hear me now.

Don't stop.

I can't sing if somebody's watching.

I sort of plan on sleeping in a different room every night, but you know what?

I like this one.

It's a high school girl's room.

You never got to be a high school girl.

You look like shit.

Thank you.

I feel like shit.

I gotta get some sleep.

Tough weekend, huh?

Oh, I don't know.

Murder, blackmail, guns and cops in the backyard, jobs hanging by a thread.

Oh, yeah, my own mom swindled me out of house and home.

Tough doesn't really do it justice.

Sorry.

My life was never that ordinary anyway.

I always took pride in that somehow.

Right, dear Boudreau, you need a buddy.

I need a grizzly bear with a law degree.

I like the buddy system.

You take care of me, I'll take care of you.

I'm not qualified, Jerry.

You wanna fuck?

I'd like to, but...

all things considered.

Got all that.

Jerry!

Hey, Jerry, come on, honey, we gotta go.

It's time to go.

We can't be late, you know.

You're going to court with Keith?

Now that we know he's not a cold-blooded killer.

I feel sorry for him.

Yeah, well, you haven't done 20 years as his friend.

Vicki's trying to get rid of him.

Put him away.

No, you don't know Vicki.

She couldn't be bothered, not even for Keith.

You got a thing for her, right?

What?

Who?

What?

Did Ronnie say that?

Ronnie didn't say anything.

Keith did.

He knows all about what she's been up to.

Look, Keith Michaels is not allowed in our buddy system, all right?

I'm gonna change my name and join the Marines.

Do you, Richter?

Do I what?

Do you still have a thing for her?

Ronnie called.

He wants to pouch back.

Take a look at this mock-up.

Preston won't run it.

Too suggestive, he says.

I can't imagine what he was talking about.

Check out his bodyguards.

Real Uber-olus boys.

My favorite's the tall one with the tattoos.

He looks like he eats live squirrels for

breakfast and washes them down with gasoline.

Tattoos?

Yeah, flaring skulls, the usual Jesus stuff.

You're looking very jumpy, Richter.

No, I'm not.

I'm not.

Richter Boudreau, Mr. Liddy would like to see you in his office.

I'm gonna have to let you go, Richter.

Okay.

Miss Deadline Friday gave you another break.

Missed another one yesterday.

It's a pattern.

I don't know what it is.

Whether you want to be psychologically punished or what.

Okay.

Are you on narcotics?

Wash my hands.

I won't put up with it.

I got thugs coming around here asking questions about you and your friends.

That's right.

That's right.

I don't know what you've been up to, but I can't have that kind of thing around here.

Who were they?

What'd you tell them?

I don't think that's any concern of yours.

Oh, you don't?

What are you, a fucking idiot?

What did you fucking tell them?

Start walking, mister.

Nobody talks to me that way.

And especially not a black sheep Boudreau.

Black sheep son of a black sheep Boudreau.

Prone to violence.

I know.

Let's crack this chair over... Joyce!

Joyce, you want to get building security up here?

I've been over backwards for you, boy, and I don't even like you.

The only reason I hired you was because you're a mother.

Oh, Preston, did you fuck my mom, too?

Don't move!

Jesus, God!

Are we being a little hostile here?

Oh, Lord, I had to come over.

Things between me and Ronnie have gotten real bad.

I need to talk to you.

Go ahead.

Could you not point that thing at me?

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

Oh, hey.

It's okay.

It's all right.

It's okay.

I know you hate me.

Guess what?

I hate me, too.

I don't hate you.

How could I hate you?

You're... You're Vicky.

Why don't you kiss me then?

This is bad.

I don't know what happened.

This boy points a handgun at me, and here I am, wanting to go to bed with him.

I won't fuck you across the sky, remember?

Oh.

Come on.

Oh.

You know what I did?

Me and little Cleo, we... We checked into one of those hotel rooms.

That stupid strip right across the toilet and all.

That's what I was thinking.

It might be tomorrow morning.

We'll make it just go somewhere.

You'll be dead in a little girl.

Well, looky here.

It's a party.

Come on, say cheese.

Shut up!

Man, this isn't funny.

Come on.

Does this belong to you?

Get this shit out of my house.

Give me the camera, Keith.

Hey, Keith.

Fuck you.

Fuck you, Keith.

Keith.

You're not my friend.

I'm your friend, Keith.

You were never my friend.

Put down that gun, Keith.

Everyone should see how you like it, huh?

You like it, don't you?

This is what it feels like.

I know what you like.

Yeah, you like this, don't you?

Do it.

I thought you were going to do us all a favor.

You're a fat pig.

That's funny.

You're such a coward.

Yeah, you think so.

You think so?

Look at this.

One bullet.

Just one.

See how good your luck is?

Keith!

No!

You like it, you want to do it again?

No!

God damn you!

Do you love a boy?

Move!

Why don't you jerk off somewhere else for a change?

Maybe I will, huh?

I'm going to get a couple more shots first.

Grab his cock.

I said grab his cock!

Okay, here.

There, all right?

That's good.

Yes, I like that.

Perfect.

Now all I got to do is figure out who to send it to.

Chipper... or Ronnie.

How about both?

See you, boo.

Y'all want some privacy?

He's one sick fuck.

Yeah.

What do you... You stay put, you hear.

I think he's going to take care of everything.

Jerry, you see Keith?

Did he go to Ronnie's?

How do you partner?

He's got something that belongs to me.

I need to get it back, that's all.

Maybe he took some pictures?

I don't want to hurt you, but it's all that

I can do to concentrate on myself right now.

Fuck you.

What's the matter?

You never did pictures before?

I did.

You want to hear about some private pictures?

No, Terry, look, I just need to... We did a thing!

Me and Erla.

It's a rich boy who comes on to her after a show.

Go out with me, baby.

Show sugar, she says.

Look, I don't have to hear this.

So Erla comes home, and she's all upset, right?

Rich boy takes her to some motel, wants her to suck him

off while he's cursing her, calling her nigger and shit.

He hurt you, Erla, baby?

No, he didn't hurt nothing.

Paid me $200.

That's a rich little fuck got lots of money.

So rich boy comes back two nights later.

Wants her to go out again.

So I go fuck him.

Fuck him, Erla.

I got a camera.

Let's do a thing, okay?

So I go leave the blinds open at the motel.

Me in the bushes with my Nikon.

So rich boy's calling her nigger.

Comes right away all over.

But he's really pissed.

He's yelling at her like it was Erla's fault.

Big nigger dick.

That's what you want, baby.

I'll show you big nigger dick.

And he's got a club.

A big fucking club.

And he's sticking her with it.

And she's yelling.

And he's hitting her.

And hitting her.

And I couldn't move.

I couldn't move!

Hey, come on.

We'll get out of town, right?

We'll go to Houston.

We'll drive down to Mexico or something.

Listen to me.

We'll just get the fuck out of town, all right?

He killed her.

He hurt her and he killed her.

What the fuck is everybody thinking?

This is Harmon Shaw's baby boy.

Do you understand?

Harmon Shaw!

Is he evil?

What?

Is he evil?

Yeah.

I've been trying to call you.

Here I am.

Listen, why'd you trash my house?

I didn't.

Well, then, who did?

Vicki!

Vicki here?

Vicki's split.

She did?

I thought maybe you knew.

No, I didn't.

She's been fucking around.

I thought maybe you knew.

No.

Listen, I don't think that you... I don't think nothing.

You got the pouch.

I want the pictures right there.

Pictures?

The pouch is still at my mom's.

I haven't touched it, except to hide it, of course.

She came back last night before I had a chance to get it out of there.

But that's not the only problem.

Are you dicking around with me?

No, no.

Listen, there's a reporter I know.

Lady did the car story.

She was covering Shaw's press conference, and she

noticed one of his bodyguards had this tattoo.

This big fucking tattoo right here.

I think that I've seen this guy before, when

I met you and Cherry at that strip joint.

I think that I've seen this guy before, when

If that's him, if it's the same guy, he was right there.

He must have seen us.

This guy came to my office asking questions and shit.

He must have trashed my house.

They know who we are.

Maybe they do.

I ain't surprised.

What do you think I'm doing this for, Richard?

I don't know.

What, the money?

Fuck the money.

Money on its own don't mean a fucking thing.

You ought to know that.

I worked at the country club one summer, shagging golf balls on the driving range.

Used to ride around on this little fucking tractor inside a cage...

so the rich folks could practice while I retreated.

One day I'm sweating in that cage, and this big fucker decides...

he's gonna make a game of me, you know, so he aims at that tractor and me inside.

..

and he's hitting bucket after bucket.

The balls are banging off the tractor, banging off the bars.

He just laughs.

His friend's laughing with him.

You know, I didn't mind the sport.

I just remember that laughing.

That biggie standing off to the side...

watching her fella knock golf balls all over me.

Biggie didn't laugh, didn't even smile.

She looked at me like she knew just the way I feel.

That's love, comrade.

At least that's where it starts.

Well, I don't think that Harmon Shaw cares much about love or anything else.

Least of all dead nigger gal, right?

Nobody cares.

What do you want to do?

I want to fuck him up.

I want you to hell.

Cherry.

Cherry, this is no time for wretched excess.

I'm just partying a little, that's all.

I've never been to a prom before.

I bet you took Vicky.

Look, I want you to focus, okay?

Cherry's on the case, baby.

You got nothing to worry about.

Thank you.

Ma'am?

Oh, whoa.

Sorry.

That's quite all right, ma'am.

No, ma'am, I'll get it.

Thank you.

We're going to have to do a little better than that, okay?

This is fun.

Try not to wobble.

Hi, Mom.

I wouldn't happen to have some aspirin in your purse, would you?

Richter, I'd like you to meet somebody very special to me.

Victor, this is my other son, Richter.

Vic Hill.

Hi, I'm the other son.

You've heard all about me.

Yes, I have.

Thanks for redeveloping my house.

And who is this?

Mom, Victor, this is my friend, Cherry.

Cherry, pleased to meet you.

Richter has told me, uh, what have you told me?

Nothing.

I think I'll just go freshen this up a little bit.

Why?

Bye, Vic.

Um... Well, I think I have to go say hello to my friends.

The Winstons.

Mom and I have one of those special relationships

that transcend the usual bonds of family.

So, Billy, how do you like our new dad?

I like all our dads.

Say, I, uh, I bet you can't drink that down like this.

Pete!

Uh, Cherry, have you met my brother Billy?

Half a brother.

Nice to meet you.

Cherry needs some help finding the ladies' room.

Oh, gladly.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Thank you, darling.

Hello.

Uh, my mother left her medication in the coat, but we can't seem to find the,

uh...

Excuse me.

Ronnie, Ronnie, you can't come in here.

It's just, it's not cool.

I've almost got the key.

Richter?

It's okay, Mom.

I got it.

I'm giving you an hour to meet me at Keith's house.

You got that?

Okay.

You understand me on that?

Yes.

No more bullshit.

Okay.

An hour.

Who was that?

Oh, just some guy from the golf course.

I took care of him, Mom.

Well, I guess you got a lot of gifts here.

Darling, I will abide your girlfriend.

But I'd rather lie than criminals.

Hey, uh, Mom, have you seen Billy?

I think all this excitement's kind of gotten to him.

Excitement?

Well, I think he's just had a little too much champagne.

Don't be too hard on him.

He's just a kid.

Hey, uh, I know.

Why don't I take him home for you?

Terry and I were just about to leave anyway.

Billy!

Look at you!

Oh, Billy!

Oh!

Mom, why don't I just take him home?

Yes, he has his keys.

Billy threw up on the rug.

You think Billy will be all right?

He was looking kind of green when we left.

Oh, I like Billy green.

Lucky for you, we found this film.

You never see Ronnie when he gets angry.

His eyes don't blink.

Yeah, well, we're not going to go see Ronnie just yet.

What?

I said we're not going to go see Ronnie just yet.

Where are we going?

Well, I've got something to do.

God!

Damn it, where are we going?

I've got to see Vicki first, okay?

Oh, well, that's real optimistic, Richter.

What do you have in mind?

I, uh... I don't know.

What is the...

grand coup d'etat?

What is a real grande?

What is this?

Fuck it.

Come on, Alex.

TV, yes, thank you.

I'll take TV for five million.

Who's Ricky Ricardo?

Ever watch Jeopardy?

No, not really.

Ronnie watches every night.

Almost never gets a single answer, except state capitals.

Funny thing is, he just keeps watching.

He's real determined, like that.

That's the way he came for me.

Like I was the only thing on his mind.

You love him.

Imagine my surprise, huh?

What are you going to do?

You want to sit here, I've got to wait for the round of champions.

You know, what's weird?

What?

I never really thought about you and me.

You know, I just knew it.

At least I thought I did, but lately I...

It's like something I learned in high school.

But it took me years to realize that it really had no practical application.

In the real world.

Well, that's real sweet, Victor.

It just hit me.

I guess I just liked the way you looked at me when we were kids.

I did like that.

We were kids.

Yeah.

Your favor.

Don't... don't go anywhere.

Not just yet.

Shit, I got that fortune wheel coming up next.

Clem sleeps a solid eight, so...

I ain't going nowhere.

Where is my Barry?

Where is my Barry?

I have no fucking idea.

Oh, shit!

Cherry.

Come on, wait up a minute, will you?

Fuck off!

Listen, Cherry, I just want to talk.

My name's not Cherry, it's Eleanor!

I don't need you, I don't need anybody.

Me and Ronnie will take care of this ourselves.

After you ripped your head off.

Damn it, what?

That's not what's happening here.

We're doing exactly what you deserve!

Banging his wife!

Hey, come on.

Eleanor!

What?

Well, first of all, Tulsa is that way.

You're going the wrong direction.

What else is new?

Well, you were wrong about Vicky.

But I was too.

I kind of figured that Cherry was just your stage name.

Yeah, well, Tiffany was overused and Chesty seemed inappropriate.

Eleanor, huh?

That was named for my aunt.

Your aunt Eleanor?

Yeah.

You want to hear about my whole family tree?

Well, yeah.

Yes, I would.

That would be nice.

Earl was the only real friend I ever had.

I mean, I had people to do shit together, but...

I never had someone I could count on before.

I was hoping I could count on you.

Drive with me, huh?

Come on.

We'll take that film to Ronnie.

We'll make Bedford pay for what he did.

You and me.

Come on.

Please?

Don't call me Eleanor.

Ronnie?

Ronnie.

You know, I won't believe this, but we finally got...

Sounds like a puzzle to me, Richter.

You know what that is?

No.

If it'll laugh at me, I can't figure out how Keith got our film.

Yeah, yeah.

That is weird.

I mean, I can see how it would appear that way, but...

But, you know, the strange thing is that... Keith took it.

Right.

Right.

But he knew.

You know, so it's strange that Keith knew how important it was.

So he decided to give it to you, because that's where it belonged.

Instead of just giving it to me.

Just... You know, Keith...

Well, shit then.

Guess I'll wrap this up, send it off to Harmon's shot.

Everybody gets rich.

Yeah, that's great, Ronnie.

But, you know, why don't you give it to me?

And I can wrap it up, send it off from the office.

Yeah, let Richter send it.

That'll work.

Y'all want to take a fucking vote?

I think it's best if I take it from here.

Richter might lose it again.

Ain't that right, Richter?

Yeah.

Listen, Ronnie, about that film...

It's not what you think it is.

It's a long, strange story about what happened, but...

The important thing is... Nobody move!

What's the matter, Bedford?

You got your gun on the crooked.

Give me the film.

Give me the film and I won't shoot anybody.

You look a bit shaky to me, Bedford.

Maybe you should have something to eat, don't you?

Ronnie, Ronnie, why, I think you should just give him the film.

Damn it, I'll shoot, I mean it!

Are you that easy-killing?

Defenseless girl, I guess that's one thing, but three at a time?

I don't know, Bedford.

It seems to me your reach has exceeded your grasp.

All right.

I'll shoot the whore first.

Fuck you.

Fuck you!

Go, girl.

Hey!

God damn it, give me the film!

Nice shooting, Bedford.

You murdered the lamp.

Just give him the film.

It's not what you think it is.

Just give it to him.

Yeah, Richter?

What do you think it is?

All right, I am going to count then.

I'm going to count to ten.

Oh, shut the fuck up.

He's a damn film.

Come and get it.

Give it here.

Come on over, you sack of shit.

I'm warning you.

You beat her to death with a stick.

A man like that ought to stand real tall.

Okay, guys, guys, so why don't you just come and get it?

Hey.

Okay.

Thank you, Richter.

You're welcome.

Pissing ass motherfucker.

Oh, what the hell?

What's that asshole doing in my dining room?

Whatever he was doing, he's done.

Shit.

Now what?

Think fast, college boy.

What the fuck are you talking about?

This... Oh, shit.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay, this is what happened.

Here's the story.

Bedford Shaw came over to the house.

He had a gun.

He came over because he thought you had the film.

You were upstairs watching TV and you heard him.

You heard him because he broke in.

Right here.

You grabbed your gun.

Naturally.

You came downstairs, surprised him.

He took a shot at you.

And you shot him in self-defense.

What about the film?

Jerry and I will take this film down to Brinkman at the journal.

Brinkman will spread it all over the front page.

And she'll have an eyewitness to back it up.

Bedford Shaw, murderer, shot by a local hero.

We'll Bury Harmon Shaw's good name with his son.

You weren't here.

And you weren't here.

And neither was I.

What about my money?

Money on its own don't mean a damn thing.

You ought to know that.

Vicki's... She's waiting for you there.

Thank you, Rick.

Can one of y'all tell me what the hell is going on here?

Yeah, I can do that.

It started with a dead girl named Irilla.

Dear Brinkman, I hope this letter finds you.

The local post office is, well, sort of eccentric

when it comes to the whole mail delivery concept.

Jerry and I came down here after the hearing.

Sometimes, when I think about it, I can still see Harmon Shaw sitting in the

back of the courtroom, like an angry god, stunned that

his subjects had conjured up the nerve to defy him.

That, and Keith in the spotlight he always deserved.

Every town needs a gunslinger, I guess.

The days are hot here, the nights are cool.

I started to write about what happened that week, but then I didn't.

Right now, sunrise and sunset are enough.

Well, that and the frequent Margarita.

I'm a long way from home.

Jerry is too.

We intend to figure that out together.

Please send money.

Just kidding.

Richter.

Thank you for watching.

See you next time.

Thank you.

for watching.