All language subtitles for Outside.Ozona.1998.WEB-DL.x264-RARBG

I've been trying to call here
for the last two hours. What
the hell have you been doing?

Studying for the bar exam.

Oh, you're funny. How come you
ain't answering the phone?

The phones were out again.
The just came back on.

What kind of mood's he in?

He's still spinning that
shit-kicking stuff.

This is your Big Daddy Dix on
KWOK in the Oklahoma badlands.

And here's the flip side of
"Two in a Row" from Johnny Lee
and Tex.

Something I'm feeling
right now.

Yo, where's Geo?

He's feeling a little under
the weather.

He's drunk again, isn't he?

Look, Dix.
I know this ain't fair.

You don't know shit.

I just sat in this fucking
sweatbox all afternoon

because Junior is too cheap
to fix the motherfucking
air conditioner.

J.W. doesn't like to be called
Junior, Dix.

Hey, fuck him. Motherfuck his
whole goddamn Okie-ass family.
I'm out of here.

What am I supposed to do, Dix?
Geo was going to cover
till sunrise.

Get Rhonda to do it.

Rhonda? Are you crazy? Rhonda
ain't no radio personality.

Ain't nobody out there
listening to that old
shit anyway.

That ain't true. KWOK goes
across the Red River into
five states. Dix!

I'm begging you.

J.W. ain't too happy with
me lately.

Slipping ad sales and all.

He's losing faith in me as
a station manager.

Dix.

I can't lose this gig.

Please.

Well, boys and girls, it looks
like Dix is going to be with
you all through the night

one more time.

And that means we're going
to have to dig into Big
Daddy's personal bag of

your oldies but goodies.

The first one goes out to my
boss, Junior Craven, and all
the rest of you

beer-guzzling, tobacco-chewing
hillbilly dipshits out there.

Can he say that?

He just did.

What's wrong, baby?

Get your shit together. We're
getting the fuck out of this
kiddy circus.

Are you serious?

Do I look serious?

God dammit, Earlene, why can't
you clean up this mess?

You want to sit on your ass
and paint your goddamn toes.

I just want to look pretty
for you, Witt.

You know, when you walk around
here half naked like you do,
trust me

nobody's looking at your
fucking toes!

You have no right coming at me
because you had a bad day.

A bad day? You think I'm
having a bad day?

We're fucking broke, Earlene.
We ain't got two nickels
to rub together.

Hell, we're three payments
behind on the Caddie
out there.

You'll find a way.
You always do.

I got fired.

That fuck-face Otto just
canned my ass.

Well, maybe he'll change his
mind like he did down
in Tallahassee.

Earlene

how did you know Otto fired me
down in Tallahassee?

You told me.

No.

No, I didn't.
I didn't tell nobody.

You must have.

Earlene, look at me.

How did you know Otto fired me
down in Tallahassee?

How did you know!

Don't scream at me,
God dammit, I did it for you!

You did what, Earlene?
What did you do for me?

Well, he said if...

if I...

If you what, Earlene?

He said if I let him...

you know...

then he wouldn't fire you.

You fucked Otto?

I'm Big Daddy Dix on 98.7
KWOK, and here's a little
blast from the past.

You know,
I didn't let him kiss me.

I don't want to talk about it.

What's going to happen?

I got a guy in San Antonio...

I mean about us?

I don't know, Earlene.

What do you know?

Some farmer found her.
We figure she's been here at
least nine hours.

Which puts the time of death
at two, give or take an hour.

-Skokie.
-What?

She's got the exact same
cutting pattern as the
Skokie Ripper two years ago.

-Have you ID'd her?
-Her name's Margaret Chinook.

She left Grand Island this
morning on her way to visit
her sister in Scott City.

She was driving a Mercedes.

Whose vehicle's this?

It's registered to a Linette
Wolmer from Illinois.

-Did you talk to her?
-I talked to her brother.

He reported her missing
three days ago.

We think she's probably the
other body they found near
Maywood, Nebraska

yesterday morning.

You know, you head due west
from Chicago on 80

you go straight through
Maleen, North Platte, and then
due south to Maywood.

You keep doing down 83 you end
up where we're standing now?

Yes, ma'am.

Well

it looks like our boy is back
and he's joyriding
across America.

Exchanging vehicles at
every kill.

Straight down to I-10, then
east to San Antonio or west to
Ozona and Fort Stockton.

You better call
the Texas bureau.

Will you please shut that
noise off, Bonnie. It's giving
me a splitting headache.

I used to play that song all
the time when we were
first dating.

That explains a lot.

It means it explains why Carl
is 42 and works in a bakery.

What could possibly be the
logical connection between

listening to that music and
working in a bakery?

Your husband Carl listened to
drug music and took
God knows what.

Because of it, he ended up
with banal liberal arts
degree and a tiresome job

in a second-rate pastry shop
which he owns, but still works
at 70 hours a week.

My husband, Leonard,
on the other hand,
only listens to classical.

He never participated in any
of that proletarian bullshit

and ended up with a law degree
from a prestigious university

and a full partnership at
32 years of age.

That's the most asinine thing
I've ever heard!

It's times like this I can't
believe we're sisters.

Facts are facts, Bonnie.

What are you doing?

Giving this guy a ride.

Are you out of your mind?

He looks like he could use
a ride.

No, he looks like he could cut
our throats.

I'm not kidding. Now, get out
of here before he gets to us.

The poor guy's out in the
middle of nowhere, Marcy.
Maybe his car broke down.

Look. I am all for helping
people, Bonnie, but if you
want to play Good Samaritan

then let's do it with someone
less dangerous looking.

Yeah, and it's the only
fucking thing I want bleeding.
Now get the hell out of here!

Come on!

Hey!

You're late again, Lorraine.

I had to wait for Jake to give
me a ride.

TV says there's some whacko
out there slicing and dicing
women on the highways.

Yeah, it's probably some
drunk Navajo.
Now get your ass in there.

Louise is up to her elbows in
chicken-fried steak.

Put it on my tab.

Evening, partner.
What can I get you?

Just a fill-up.

-Black?
-Yeah.

Keep an eye on the gimpy squaw
for me, will you?

It'll just be a second.
I got a fresh brew heating up.

Fine.

Why don't you go ahead and
take care of her?

Ah, she can wait.

Do you want to wait, miss?

She doesn't want to wait.

-Is that it?
-A can and some gasoline.

I ran out down the road.

There's a $50 deposit on
the can.

That's an awful lot for a gas
can, ain't it?

Yeah, but I'm tired of losing
them to these reservation
rats. Now, you want it or not?

Tell you what.

Charge her for two gallons.
I'll loan her one of my cans.

Whatever you say, partner.

How far down the road did you
run out?

A few miles.

Betty and me will give you
a lift.

Betty's your wife?

My wife died about a year
back. Betty's the truck.

No. No reason for you to do
that. We'll give you a lift.

Sounds like we might be in for
a bad one.

It's just wind. No rain.

How do you people know
that stuff?

Well, I heard it on the radio.

Oh.

I wish we could have kept
the media out of this
a little longer.

You know, it says here that
the guy that discovered
the body

says the radio was
still playing.

The battery was dead by
the time we got here.

Yeah, well. Let's hook a good
one up. I want to see what
station he was listening to.

Let's see what musical taste
our boy's got.

By the way, my name is
Odell Parks.

Reba Twosalt.

That's a pretty name.
Where you from?

Tahachi.

I appreciate what you did for
me back there.

Where were you headed when you
ran out of gas?

Corpus Christie.

Ah, that's a ways.
What's down in Corpus?

My grandma wants to see the
Gulf of Mexico before
she dies.

What is it you do, Reba?

I'm a teacher. Fifth grade.

That's what my wife was.
Third grade.

We couldn't have children of
our own, so them kids were
a real big part of her life.

The night she was killed,
she was coming home from
the school Christmas play.

Drunk driver.

I'm sorry.

One minute everything's just
rolling along the way we
had planned...

Wham! It's all gone.

So, what about you? Is there
a Mr. Twosalt in, what did
you say, Tahachi?

No.

What?
A nice-looking woman like you?

Probably a mess of them
standing in line, though, huh?

There's no line, Mr. Parks.

Well, there should be.

And you can call me Odell.

Mr. Parks makes me sound like
a minister or a lawyer
or something.

Or worse yet, a politician.

Here you go.

KWOK. It's a small super
station in Oklahoma.

It's the only thing you can
get out here at night.

And one of the troopers says
it's usually country, but when
he went for supper tonight

they had it on, and the jock
started playing a mixed bag of
blues and R and B.

Well, let's find out what was
being programed at the time
of her death.

Why? Do you think there's
a connection?

I mean, he might have just
left it on by mistake.

Maybe. Maybe not.

I'm back, Grandma.

I got a little tired.

That's okay.
I brought something to eat.

And Mr. Parks, here, helped me
get some gas.

I'll go get the gas and put it
in there for you.

He has gentle eyes.

You just won't give up,
will you?

You know, back there when you
said that she wanted to see
the Gulf before she died

I thought you meant

well, you know.

Maybe she should see a doctor.

She's seen one.
He said she's dying.

Seems like a real tough thing
to have to handle on your own,
Reba.

Is there anybody in your
family who could help you?

They all think she's crazy.

Nobody knows why she wants to
do this.

I'm going to fix us something
to eat, Mr....

Odell. It's not much, but
you're welcome to share it.

I wish I could, but I have
a load to fill in El Paso
before ten o'clock

and I'm late as it is.

I sure hate to leave you out
here by yourselves.

We'll be fine. Really.

I guess, then,
I'd better be pushing off.

Here. You keep the can.
I've got another.

It was a real pleasure,
though, meeting you, Reba.

You, too. And thanks again for
everything you did.

Any time.

Hey!
Where is this Tahachi, anyway?

About 20 miles north
of Gallup.

I go through Gallup all the
time. If I was to drop by some
time and say hello

how would I find you?

Just ask someone.

Well, what about you and that
little trapeze slut down
in Tampa?

That is not the same thing.

Oh, bullshit! How come it's
never the same when a man
does it?

You know, it's just not fair.
I'm sitting here thinking

how you should be down on
your hands and knees

thanking me 'cause of what
I did for you.

You think I enjoyed laying
that big greasy pig?

I almost puked all over him.

You know, maybe if you got
your fucking act together and
you didn't get your ass canned

from every God damn show this
season, none of this would
have happened.

You don't know shit, Earlene.
That's your problem.

The only reason I got canned
was because I set a higher
standard for myself

than those other assholes.

Oh, brother, here goes the
Slivers Oakley speech.

Slivers Oakley was the
greatest God damn clown who
ever lived.

Nobody's come close to
his clowning.

-Except you.
-Damn straight.

That's exactly right.

He was a master of the
blow-off. Hell, he wrote the
damn book on it

and I studied every fucking
move he ever made.

Those other assholes.
They just don't appreciate
the craft anymore.

It's an art form, God dammit!

To them, clowning is just
about acting silly.

Slivers once did a one-man
baseball game.
Stopped the circus.

Twenty thousand people
just watched.

And laughed.

So, how come he went off and
killed himself?

I told you, God dammit!

They went and cut out the
clown solo and Ringling put
him in the walkaround.

The greatest fucking clown
that ever lived in the
fucking walkaround!

Nobody gives a shit anymore.
It's just about acting silly.

I'm really sorry, baby.

You got to believe me.
I only did it for you.

I swear to God.

I know.

Hey.

Remember that time in Dallas
when we took all our clothes
off and drove naked?

Yeah.

You want a road willie?

-No.
-Yes, you do.

All right.

Now, don't go driving off the
road like you did last time.

And tell me when you're going
to pop. I don't feel like
swallowing it.

I'm leaving now.

He's going to get us
all fired.

I'll get that,
but then I'm out of here.

God dammit, Dix!
J.W.'s going to hang us both
up by our balls.

Why care if he can't take
a joke?

This is no joke, Dix!
Look at you!

If the FCC knew you were doing
drugs on the air, fuck,
they'd shut us down!

I won't tell if you
won't tell.

You're crazy!
You are really crazy!

Come on, Floyd. Lighten up
a little. Hell, Junior don't
even listen to the radio.

The phones have been ringing
off the hook all afternoon

because of what you've
been playing.

Please, do not open
the talk lines.

J.W. does not like it when you
open up the talk lines.

I'm back and you're listening
to 98.7 KWOK in Oklahoma.

The phone's for you, Floyd.
Guy says he's the FBI.

What's your problem?

I don't know,
it just quit on me.

Well, if you've got AAA,
we've got a car phone.
I can give them a call.

Listen, are you going to
Abilene? 'Cause, I don't know

I'd rather not wait out here
in the middle of nowhere.

I got family in Abilene.
They could help me if you give
me a lift.

Just a second.

His car broke down and he
wants a lift into Abilene.
He's got family there.

Well, he looks okay, huh?

Well, I sure as hell wouldn't
want to be stranded out
here alone.

Oh, great. Thank you. Let me
just lock up the car and get
my suitcase and bag. Thanks.

Now, aren't I glad that
I talked Leonard into

buying the Lexus instead of
the Mercedes.

Maybe we should stay the night
in Abilene ourselves.

Hi, I'm Marcy Duggan Rice
and this is my sister, Bonnie.

Hi. Alan Defaux.

I noticed you had
Illinois plates.

Yeah, I'm from Chicago.

Really? So am I. What part?

North shore.

Oh, we should have guessed.
Lake Forest.

My husband's law firm is in
the Time-Life.

Maybe you've heard of them:
Magnum, Loetz, Howard
and Rice?

He's the Rice.

Yeah, that rings a bell.

Yes. They handled the Gerish
case. Largest settlement
awarded in a medical suit

in Chicago history.

Are you from Chicago, too,
Bonnie?

Bonnie lives in a small town
in Kansas.

Garden City.

She and her husband are in the
restaurant business there.

We own a bakery.

Actually,
it's one of a franchise,
like a Winchell's.

It's nothing like
a Winchell's.
Winchell's is a donut shop.

That's what we sell. Donuts.

And other things.

So, Alan, do you have family
in Abilene?

Yeah. Do you? That's where
you're headed, right?

No, we're going on to
San Antonio for our
father's funeral.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I was, of course, going to fly
but my older sister here

refuses to set foot in
a plane.

Yeah, well I'm not real keen
on flying, myself.

Actually, I'm quite enjoying
the drive.

It's given us a chance to
catch up, hasn't it, Bonnie?

Really?

All we've talked about since
we left Garden City is how to
throw Dad's will into probate

so you could challenge his new
wife's claim to it.

That is not true!

We've talked about many other
things, Bonnie.

What line of work are you in,
Alan?

Psychiatry.

I never would have guessed.
You seem more
the corporate type.

So, is there a Mrs. Defaux?

No.

I used to have a gay friend
who became a psychiatrist.

Do you remember Gregory,
Marcy?

For Christ's sake!
Just because the man is
a psychiatrist

and not married, doesn't make
him gay!

I didn't say Alan was gay.

Well,
that's what it sounded like.

You must excuse my sister,
Alan. She hasn't mastered
the fine art of conversation.

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to even imply...

Look, I'm not gay.

Of course you're not.
Anyone can tell that just by
looking at you.

Sometimes you really amaze me.

RADIO: Area code 405, the
number is 554-6552.

And yeah, Big Daddy's
with you...

Would turn that shit down and
find another station!

Well, look what the cat
dragged in.

Where you been, Odell?

I been running the I-40 the
last couple of months.
You miss me?

Is a snake's ass close to the
ground? What kind of cut
you want tonight?

How's the sirloin tip?

Second-best piece of meat
around here.

I'll have sirloin tip.
Rare as you can get it.

Sirloin tip! Just cut off the
horns and wipe its ass.

How about a cold one?

No, I'm driving all night.
Just some mud.

Coming up.

Hey, did you hear about that
guy out there cutting
up women?

Yeah.

The gal on the TV said he
takes their hearts out.

Man, they got some weird
fuckers out there.

Well, with all the God damn
toxins and shit they're
putting in the water

it's a wonder we ain't all
crazy bastards.

Louie says he thinks it might
be a trucker.

Louie's an asshole.

What are you hauling?

I'm filling hydro here in
El Paso.

Oh, man.
I hate that shit, Odell.

One wrong move and it blows
your ass to Bumfuck Egypt.

That's why they give you the
big money.

Yeah, well.
Money ain't everything.

So, you're off like a toupee
in the wind?

Yeah.

I'll catch you next
time around.

Adios, Red.

That rig jockey's one hell of
a lover, but he ain't much
of a tipper.

So, who is she?

Who's who?

Your new woman.

Becker said he passed you
coming down and you
had a woman riding shotgun.

Man! Not much slips by you,
does it?

I was just helping her out.
That's it.

And?

And nothing. She ran out of
gas. I gave her a lift.

No big deal.

Was she pretty?

Yeah. I guess so.

Oh, that's too bad.
They don't mix well with us.

What the hell's that supposed
to mean?

I mean, every time we talk
about them, it's like we're
talking about somebody from

For someone who was no big
deal, she certainly got your
tit in the wringer.

Well, it just burns my ass,
is all.

When push comes to shove,
they ain't no different
than us.

All right.

I like her.

She's smart, nice to talk to

and, God dammit!

I'm lonely.

You're one of the good ones,
Odell.

It breaks my heart to see you
like this.

I'll tell you something,
Rosalee.

Life ain't worth much if you
ain't got somebody to share
it with.

The bellagonna is still in
your thoughts, isn't he?

He never asked me about
my leg.

Most men I meet ask me what
happened to it.

Maybe he was more interested
in your heart than your legs.

He'll come see you.

He's Anglo, Grandma.

When I was 16 I was sent up
to a Mormon school in Utah.

There was a young
bellagonna boy.

He fell in love with me.

And I fell in love with him.

I've never heard anyone speak
of this before.

When my family found out they
took me away from the school

and I never saw him again.

But I never forgot about him,
either.

So, they found me a husband.

Did you ever love my grandpa?

Of course, I loved him.

And his memory.

As much as my heart would
let me.

But not as much as you loved
the bellagonna.

Mute that thing, will you?

Now, what's the matter?

I just got off the phone with
the FBI.

When are you going to learn?
It's probably just some joker
messing with you, man.

No, believe me, it was the
fucking FBI.

And they were asking me what
you were playing today between
noon and three.

Why?

They didn't go into details.

It was just something about...
They're chasing some serial
killer and

they thought he was listening
to your show this afternoon,
that's all.

No shit.

-(BEEPER)
-Dammit!

It's J.W.

You're telling me that there's
no forwarding number.
No new number.

Well, fuck me very much!

Duke doesn't live there
anymore and there's no new
listing of a number.

When was the last time you
talked to him?

I don't know.
Six or eight months.
How much money you got left?

Eleven bucks, maybe.

Great. That's 23 and change.

Well, how much money do we
need to get to Vegas?

About 150 in gas, maybe
100 for food if we drive
straight through.

You now the old Laredo Highway
out near Lackland?

Yeah.

I know a place that we can
make that kind of money in
no time.

Doing what?

I know exactly what you're
thinking, Dix.
Please, don't do this.

Just relax, Floyd.

Don't tell me to relax!
Listen, I just got off the
phone with J.W.

He said you either shut down
the phone lines now or
you're fired.

Hey, you can tell Junie
to kiss my black ass.

So, there's a killer on
the road and he's squirming
like at toad.

If you're still listening to
me, you freak, give me a ring
and let's chat.

Maybe I can help you out with
your little problem
with women.

Dammit!

The joke's over Dix.
Where are they?

Dix! Open the door!

This is 98.7 KWOK. I'm Dix
and you're on the line.

Hi, Dix.
I'm Monty from Amarillo.

I just want to say I think
this country's going to hell
in a handbasket.

And why do you think that
that's happening,
Monty from Amarillo?

Because there's too many
people that don't belong here.

They're taking all the jobs
from us true Americans.

And who's fault is that,
Monty?

Well, I guess I'd have to say
it's the government's.

And I'd have to agree with you
if I actually thought we had
a government.

But government is just a hand
puppet for big business.

And that's who really benefits
from all of these people.

Please!

No, don't.
I want to hear this.

First, you're a worker.
Then you're a consumer.

You make enough money so
you can buy a TV then they...

Open the door, Dix.

programs so they can sell
you things.

The only thing I watch on TV
is sports.

Come on, Monty.

Every time a sports figure
opens their mouth today

it's either to take their foot
out of it or to sell
you something.

And if you can't afford it,
they give you credit.

Nothing down, and nothing
to pay for six months.

And pretty soon you realize
that everyone owns a piece
of you.

And you've got to have more
money to keep them from
tearing you apart

plus, they can't afford to pay
you that kind of money anymore

so they go looking for someone
to work cheaper.

Someone who may not be a true
American like you, Monty.

I never really thought about
it like that. Yeah.

And you know what the really
sad thing is, Monty?

We've spent so much time
trying to make our
lives easier

we forgot how to make
them better.

Excuse me. I mean, if wasn't
for big business

we'd still be trading beads
with the Indians.

Instead of stealing
their land.

Oh! It's the same old leftist
rhetoric, Bonnie

I mean, the poor working class
against big business.

That argument really is passe.
Even for some hayseed disk
jockey like this guy.

Don't you agree, Alan?

The only thing I know about
the poor working class is that

I don't want to be one
of them.

Spoken like a true capitalist.

So, what kind of psychiatry
do you do, Alan?

It's sort of
a docetic approach.

Getting people in touch with
their spiritual side.

Making them speak with their
hearts rather than
their minds.

That sounds fascinating.

Wouldn't do you any good.

Everybody knows you don't have
a heart.

Very funny.

There's a rest stop up ahead.
I got to go.

Abilene can't be that far.
Can it wait?

Excuse me a moment of crass
behavior but, no, it can't.

If I don't pee,
I'm going to explode.

That crack about Dad's money
was a cheap shot.

It's the truth.

It's not the truth.

I just don't think it's fair,
that's all.

What's not fair?

That some white trash he meets
in a bingo parlor who's
20 years younger

and who doesn't have a clue
about what he's put us through

all those years, cashes in on
what's rightfully ours.

You don't know she's white
trash. The fact is, you don't
know a damn thing about her

because you never took
the time to find out.

Why are you always defending
him? I mean, this is his
fourth marriage

for Christ's sake!

That explains why he married
their maid Lupe eight
months later.

After she disappeared back to
Mexico with half the furniture
and all the sliver and china

then he takes up with
a cowgirl in some shithole
town in Texas.

She wasn't a cowgirl.
She was a rodeo rider.

Yeah, and after she rode off
into the sunset,
then he met his bingo queen.

I can't hear you.

Sorry.
I didn't mean to frighten you.

That's okay.

Bonnie!

Oh, God. I look like shit.

Bonnie!

Bonnie!

Alan!

Come on, guys. If this is your
idea of a joke,
I'm not amused.

Shit!

Gentlemen, let's put our hands
together for a lovely lady.

Just a reminder, gentlemen,
that we have a new and sexy
lady, Earlene

dancing for you in our
VIP room.

All right, Earlene,
that's enough. Let's go.

Are you nuts, I'm making a lot
of money here.

What you're doing is
getting naked.

No shit.
This ain't a Wal-Mart.

Tell them I changed my mind.
Come on. Let's go. Come on.

Let go of me!

What the hell you doing, pal?

You son of a bitch!

He may not stay down.
Let's go.

Is somebody there?

Saw your hazards on so I
stopped. You got a problem?

No. Sensor light came on, I
just checked it out.

You want me to call in a tow
rig?

No. It's probably just a bug
in the system.

I'll get it checked down the
road somewhere.

What you haulin'?

Hydrogen. But look, something
strange.

When I arrived there was a car
sittin' just where you are
now.

Now, I thought it was
abandoned 'cause there wasn't
anybody around.

Must have been in the women's
restroom.

Yeah.

I guess you're right.

You be careful. Winds are
pretty bad up ahead.

You bet.

EARLENE: 61, 62, 63, and five.

68.

68 lousy bucks is all I could
make before you barged in.

Another couple of hours and we
would have had all the money
we needed.

I told you to stay in the
damn car.

That guy was looking right up
your name and address.

That's why men go to strip
clubs, to see women strip.

And maybe you forgot, but
strip club is where we met.

That's different.

There you go again. It ain't
different.

They paid to see my ass,
just like you did.

Well, let 'em pay to see
someone else's! Your ass is
mine now.

Alright, let's get something
straight right now,
Mr. Wit Roy.

My ass is not yours.

It is mine.

And I just let you enjoy it
from time to time

out of the kindness of my
heart.

So if you got a problem with
that you better stop this car
and let me out right here.

Could have been a little less
enthusiastic in there.

No matter what the good book
says, the meek shall not
inherited the earth.

I swear, sometimes you scare
me.

Sometimes I scare myself.

What?

Let me in.

DIX: You promise to stop
buggin' me?

Yeah.

I don't wanna fight no more,
Dix.

You're right.

It's your show and you gotta
do whatever you want to do.

If it ends up gettin' us all
fired, so be it it.

Look here,

Junior ain't gonna fire
anybody.

Hell, who in their right mind
would take these jobs?

You on the rockin' 98.7 KWOK,
and we're back at the phones.

ALAN: You feed the lust of
materialism,

seducing with hours upon hours
of endless temptations.

Music that arouses their
desire

then commercial after
commercial,

product after product, to be
prettier, to look younger, to
smell better, to find pleas...

I don't know what the hell you
talkin' about, partner.

I'm talking about the problem
and the answer.

The answer to what?

To the agony

that you and the legions of
Satan and the wages of your
sins have spread amongst us.

Only through God can we take
back our houses for He

is the light that shines in
the darkest of all regions.

And He is the answer.

And exactly who are we talking
about taking these houses back
from?

From the darkest of hearts.

The godless whores.

Don't touch that.

Just cut this guy off.

And once we get 'em back, what
are we supposed to do?

Give them to the likes of you?

To the great Christian guard
out there in the heartland of
America,

the ones who spit fire and
brimstone from the pulpit on
Sundays

and molest our children the
rest of the week.

Or maybe the ones who clog
our airways with that mindless
religious crap

while they fleece the life
savings from the old and the
sick.

And then end up in jail for
porking their secretaries.

May God have mercy on your
soul.

Even if I did believe in your
God

I still wouldn't want him
lighting up anything in my
life.

ALAN: You are gonna rot in
hell, my friend.

I was born and raised in
redneck Mississippi, you
moronic dipshit,

it couldn't be any worse than
that.

This one goes out
specially to my friend

and all those other
God-fearin', Bible-totin'

brain-dead neo-Nazi
sheep-humpin' rednecks out
there.

The day will come when women
become your problem too.

And you will beg His
forgiveness.

(PHONE HANGING UP)

That was him.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

I feel creepy.

(DOG BARKING)

Oh, look at you, girl.

Hello, sweetheart. Come here.

I won't hurt ya.

Come here, sweetheart,
come here.

MECHANIC: What you need?

Uh, my oil sensor's come on.

But I don't see any leakage.
You want to take a look?

Sure.

Howdy.

Your boy's out there looking
at my rig. You got any coffee,
anything to eat?

There's some still hot.

All we got is some chips and
candy there in the machine.

Thanks.

You happen to know who that
dog belongs to out there, real
friendly little pooch?

It ain't nobody's. Just some
stray showed up here a couple
of days ago.

She looks like she could use
a good meal.

If she ain't gone by tomorrow
I'm gonna fetch my 12 gauge
and put her out of her misery.

(DOG BARKING)

(DOG BARKING)

(DOG BARKING)

(DOG WHIMPERING)

Hey!

What are you doin' that for?

For fun.

I don't think the dog's havin'
any fun.

You find something wrong
with my oil gasket?

No, must be the sensor like
you said.

-I can fix it for you if you
want.
-No, I don't have time.

Do I owe you anything?

Nah.

Here, girl.

Hey, pooch.

Come here!

Hey!

Come here, see what I got
for you.

It's only me.

Nobody's gonna hurt you,
come on.

Look at this. Oh, you're gonna
like this.

Sausage biscuit. Come here.

-(DOG WHINING)
-Come on. Nobody's gonna
hurt you.

Atta girl, come on.
Here you go.

Yes, come on. Oh, see?

I knew you'd like that. Here
you go, try another one.

This is mighty dog stuff. Look
at that.

Yeah.

One more, last bite, come on.

Yes. Well, okay, that's it. I
haven't got anymore.

Okey doke.

(DOG WHINING)

(DOG BARKING)

No. I can't take you with me.
I got no time for a dog.

(WHINING)

And if I were you I'd be
movin' on too.

(WHINING)

(DOG WHINING)

Shit.

Alright, come on.

(DOG BARKING)

Must be out of my mind.

EFFIE: Have you ever seen the
ocean, Reba?

Once. When I was eight or
nine.

Your grandfather never wanted
to see it.

I think it scared him.

And you're not afraid?

A little.

But I need to drink its water

to wash my heart clean of an
old shame.

When I was a young girl in the
Mormon schools they used to
make fun of us.

They called us little oxes,

dumb ones.

Because we hadn't seen
anything of the other world
or been anywhere.

And then one time when my
Mormon mother took me to
the trading post

I saw a picture book

of the Gulf of Mexico.

It had the most beautiful
sand

and water the color of the
sky.

So the next time they made
fun of us

I lied and told them that I
had been to the Gulf of
Mexico.

I know I seem like a crazy
old woman to you and the
others

but in my whole life it's the
only lie I ever told.

And if I can see the water now

it won't be a lie any longer.

No one thinks you're a crazy
old woman, Grandma.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

You're listening to the Dix
man on all night KWOK

and I'm gonna slow things down
with the blues.

You think he's gonna call
back?

Don't know. But it does give
you the creeps, huh?

I just got off the phone with
the FBI.

They said if he calls back...

You're livin' dangerous in
your old age, Floyd.

I got a feelin' it's going to
be my last night here.

Might as well go out with a
bang.

Man.

He could really sing.

How'd you get into the
radio business, Floyd?

Actually, I wanted to be a
baseball player.

So what happened?

Oh,

got married. Had a kid the
end of my senior year.

Had to get a job.

They needed a stats guy at a
local sports radio station and

I was their boy.

Were you any good as a ball
player?

I was damn good.

You know I never batted below
300 my entire life?

Strong arm. They used to call
me the Rocket Man.

Sometimes I wonder what
would happen if I kept
playing ball.

I love my family, and I
wouldn't change that for
anything.

But,

every once in a while I
wonder.

You know,

where I might have ended
up.

Hm.

Life's a funny thing.

I was headed where my
God-given talents were
takin' me

and then, for some reason,

I made a turn.

Just a little one.

Just enough to change
directions.

Just enough to take me
someplace else.

Then I made another turn,

and then another,

and then, one day,

there was no turning back.

We're a couple of sad mother
fuckers, ain't we.

Sometimes you're the
windshield

and sometimes you're the bug.

That was the blues from my
main man.

And you're talking with Dix.

What's on your mind?

ALAN: The fool hath said in
his heart, "There is no God."

Alright. That sounds like
something from the Bible.

What's your point?

ALAN: You don't believe in
God.

DIX: I said I didn't believe
in your God,

the one that leads crusades,

that gets a kick out of
enslaving millions of
Africans,

gassin' Jews and gypsies.

You know the one I'm talking
about.

The one that likes to kill in
the name of pro-life and ban
books

and hang out at Klan meetings.

You still there?

ALAN: Be careful.

Your inequities have separated
you from me.

Your sins have hid my face
from your eyes.

Your lips speak lies.

Your tongue hath muttered
perverseness like all the
others

who have come before me and
have begged for the Lord to
heal their blasphemous

thoughts like yours.

Their thoughts are thoughts of
outrage,

trespass, greed, covetousness

and the vile sin of the flesh
in all its degradation.

(SIGHING)

And I am their savior.

And I am your savior.

For I alone can reach into you
and can touch your very soul.

And in return

you will offer your heart up
unto me.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

And I will give you rest.

Floyd, this is fuckin' radio.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Hey, did you know there's some
lunatic near hear killin'
women along the highway?

I ain't taking no handout from
your sister.

-Half-sister.
-Whatever.

Well, you got a better idea?

Yeah, maybe. You want
something to munch on?

If you got a plan, Stan, why
don't you let me in on it?

All in good time.

Well, we are down to our last
60 bucks, I'd say the time is
right as rain...

Do you want something to eat
or don't you?

Yeah, right. Get me a Pepsi
and a bag of Fritos.

(BELL DINGING)

Alright, grab a piece of sky,
mother fucker, or I'll blow
your goddamn face off,

-I swear!
-What?

Put your hands up. Hands up,
hands up!

No hurt, no hurt! Please. I'll
give you anything!

Alright, now give me all the
money out of the register.

Come on, register, register!

Anybody else here besides
you?

No. No, just me, just me.

Alright, don't do anything
stupid and nothing will
happen, okay?

Okay.

Holy shit.

Is that it?

What?

Do you have anymore money?
You got a safe in here?
You got a safe?

Fuck.

Isn't that fucking convenient.

What the hell are you doin'?

Damn, will you get back in the
car? What's it look like I'm
doin'?

You're out of your goddamn
mind, Wit!

Great, now he knows my name!

Well, it ain't gonna matter
because you're gonna give
him his money back!

And you're gonna forget this
whole thing every happened,
right, mister?

I'm very sure.

Yes, very sure!

God damn it, Earlene, get back
in the fucking car.

I'll send the money back to
him when we get to Vegas!

Oh wonderful! Now he knows my
name and exactly where we're
goin'!

Get back in the fucking car!

No!

Now, I've done a lot of shitty
things in my life

but I never stole a goddamn
thing from nobody!

And I ain't gonna start now!

Now, you give the man his
money back. Or I'm gone!

I mean it!

Alright, hold on, hold on!

(BELL DINGING)

I'm sorry. Here. There, there,
I gave it back, you happy?

When did you become a goddamn
thief?

The gun's not even loaded.

Well, what if he had one?

He could have killed you
with it!

What the fuck were you
thinking?

I don't know! I got desperate,
alright?

I was gonna send the money
back when we got on our feet.

I don't know what else to do.

You are the best damn clown
since Slivers Oakley.

You make people laugh.

That's what you do.

Oh, Earlene.

But a clown ain't shit without
a big top.

You just had a run of bad
luck. That's all.

Things will change!

I love you!

Come on. Oh, wait for me in
the car, I gotta do one thing.

Ah, listen.

Ah... No, no, no, I'm sorry.

I just need a Pepsi and some
Fritos.

(POLICE RADIO STATIC)

KRICH: I'm Krich. This is
Caloca.

CALOCA: Call me Cole!

And this is Special Agent
Ellen Deene.

You think it's your boy from
Chicago?

I don't know.

I'll see what you got.

(DRIPPING)

(COUGHING)

Who found her?

A family on their way to Fort
Worth.

The wife walked into this with
her nine-year-old daughter.

The victim's purse was still
here.

Name's Rice.

Chicago address.

We just talked to her husband

and he said she was driving a
Lexus.

Her and her sister were on
their way to their father's
funeral in San Antonio.

Is there any sign of the
sister?

-Nope.
-(PAGER BEEPING)

I got it.

He's a skillful cutter.

Our profile says a possible
physician.

Nice touch with the heart.

Kind of like some weird
offering.

How do you kill like this?

Killing's easy.

Living with it's the hard part
and he seems to have mastered
that.

So, how many does this make?

Nine confirmed. First one
showed up in Chicago.

For five more.

We've had nothing for two
years.

Any leads?

Well, we had three possibles
who fit the profile back then.

One's in lock-up, one's dead.

The other is Dr. Alan Robert
Defaux, a psychiatrist.

He disappeared from Chicago
about a week ago.

How'd you profile him?

His named popped up when we
were pulling covers on
juvenile arrest sheets.

Animal mutilation.

What do you think set him off
again?

Packer called. He's been
monitoring that radio station.

A little while ago a guy calls
in, a religious fanatic,

One of the lines he uses is,
"And in return they offer
their hearts up unto me."

That's him.

-How do you know?
-Because it's the exact same
phrase that he used

in the first victim's blood.
He wrote it on her kitchen
wall.

He's gettin' sloppy. Leaving
IDs on the last two, calling
radio stations.

Well, maybe he wants to get
caught.

No. Three of his last five
victims were cut open while
they were still alive.

Believe me, this guy's not
dealing in guilt.

And he's not getting sloppy.

He just doesn't care.

He's feelin' lucky. He's
feelin' invincible.

He'll make a mistake. They
always do.

That's not true.

For every one we catch there's
ten out there that we don't.

And I'm telling you somethin',

I got a real bad feeling about
this guy, because he's smart
and he's lucky

and unless his luck runs out,
he's gonna slip through the
cracks.

I'm tellin' you, gentlemen.
This one's gonna slip through
the cracks.

DIX ON RADIO: Is anybody out
there?

Come on, somebody's gotta
be out there in this
wasteland.

Where'd you all go?

How 'bout you, killer?

What's the matter? You all
talked out?

You put all your hatred to bed
for the night?

Already curled up with your
$20 leather-bound Gideon

and your eight by ten glossy
of Jesus.

Man, it's gettin' lonely in
here.

Don't make me beg.

I know someone's out there

on them highways and byways
tonight.

Tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna give $50 to the
person with the best story.

Make that the saddest story
you've ever heard.

And I mean something sadder
than my life up to this point

-(COUGHING)
-DIX: I'll make you 50
buckaroos richer.

So come on, light up these
phone lines, you sorry-ass
night owls,

I know there's gotta be
someone out there listening.

Someone out there with a story
that's so damn pitiful it's
going to make me feel better

just for listening to it.

Jumbo.

What's a jumbo?

Jumbo the elephant was the
greatest circus attraction in
American history.

So what ever happened to him?

Towards the end of the season
of 1882

Jumbo was gettin' lonely.

Elephants are weird like that.

Like humans, in a way.

He didn't get along with any
of the others except for this
one little dwarf elephant

named Tom Thumb

who was actually a she.

It didn't take long for the
big fellow to lose his heart
to that little lady.

Last show of the season, it
was in St. Thomas,

Jumbo's trainer was walking
him and Tom back from the
big top

on the railroad tracks

as westbound express freight
151

came roaring into the yards
and caught 'em by surprise.

Those that witnessed it

said the wheels on the
locomotive locked,

a deafening screech of metal,

a blinding shower of hot
sparks the size of a man's
fist.

Jumbo, racing as fast as he
could,

roaring like he knew the
danger they were in.

Of course, little Tom couldn't
keep up with her midget legs.

Just as the freight train was
beginning to bear down on her

she let out a frightened
shriek, stopped Jumbo dead
in his tracks.

He turned around, full of
rage, and went back to save
her.

He wrapped little Tom in his
massive truck and gently
moved her to safety

a split second before the
train slammed into him,

driving one of his mammoth
tusks up through his brain.

Poor old Jumbo was still
conscious,

groaning in agony when they
got to him.

Everyone just stared in
heart-breaking silence

as Jumbo gently took Tom's
tiny trunk in his

and quietly died.

That's the saddest story I
ever heard.

Blowin' pretty bad, girl.

(DOG BARKING)

Helen would have really
have liked you.

That's one thing she was
always after me to get:
a dog.

So, what are we gonna call
you, huh?

What's a good name?

How 'bout...

Lucille.

(WHINING)

You don't like that one,
huh, girl?

(DOG BARKING)

-Girl?
-(BARKING)

Alright, okay.

If that's what you want,

I'll call you Girl.

(BARKING)

But, uh,

not much of a name, really.

There's a town just up ahead.

I think we should stop there
for the night

and get some rest.

If you're tired.

I want you to promise me
something, Reba.

What's that?

I've got some land that was
left to me by my mother, up
near Train Rock.

I'm giving it to you.

-Grandma...
-No, just listen to me.

I want you to promise me that
you'll

take the money and spend it
seeing as much of the world
as you can.

Your blood is my blood.

And your eyes, my eyes.

I want to live in you

and see some of the things I
never saw.

Will you promise me this?

Yes.

And one more thing.

Promise me the next time a man
is interested,

whether he's Denare or not,
that you won't run and hide.

I don't run and hide, Grandma.

Yes, you do.

Tell me the truth: how many
men have you been with?

You know what I'm talking
about.

The truth.

One.

(LAUGHING)

Believe me, Reba, when I tell
you

one is not enough.

(LAUGHING)

(COUGHING)

(HORN HONKING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Are you okay, Grandma?

I think so. Nothing seems
broken.

We'd better see what happened
to that other car.

You stay here.

Hello?

(GASPING)

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to
frighten you.

I, I guess I need some help.

Is your truck still running?

(STUTTERING)
I'll see if I can start it.

(REBA GROANING)

-Come here!
-No!

Come here!

(BARKING)

(TRUCK HORN BLOWING)

Ah!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(DOG BARKING)

(SCREAMING)

WIT: Get down, get down!

(CRASHING)

(BARKING)

(DEBRIS FALLING)

Reba!

REBA: Just stay in the truck!

(DOG BARKING)

(BARKING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(BARKING)

(CHOKING)

(DOG BARKING)

Shit.

Are you alright?

Are you an angel?

No.

Then I ain't in heaven?

No, you were in a really bad
accident.

Jesus H!

We made it!

Goddamn. I love you, Wit Roy.
You saved my life.

I think I know the man that's
in that truck.

Help me, please.

I got a real strong pulse
here.

Be careful, honey.

There you go.

You know, for a second there,
Wit,

I thought I'd died and gone to
hell.

I don't think they got soul
music in hell, baby.

Oh!

(SIRENS WAILING)

I was gonna come visit you.

I really was.

(POLICE RADIO)

-He's dead.
-Who's dead?

Our boy Defaux.

He was killed in a car wreck
outside Ozona, Texas, about an
hour ago, driving a Lexus.

And Bonnie Mimms' body was
there.

We're gettin' all the rest of
the information right now.

We got lucky.

His luck ran out.

Just ran out.

You know what they call this?

They call it

dead air.

There's nothin' goin' on.

Nothin' happening.

No moment.

No flow or movement.

No resonance.

No color.

No mood or change.

And if you listen real hard

you won't hear any tone,

pulse

or rhythm

just

nothin'.

That's what my life's become.

Dead air.

There was a time

when I was a pretty good jock.

Big game,

the big game wasn't just
knockin' on my door,

it was tryin' to kick the
mother fucker down.

I had the whole nine yards
by the buck and tail

and I let it go.

I let go

'cause I didn't have the brass
balls to move it

on the fast lane.

And that's okay for some folks
who don't need the speed,

but, you know, the truth is

I do.

Just once I want to run with
the big dogs.

So,

I think it's time to say

adios, muchachos.

And make a

clean exit stage left.

In fact

it's time to

move over over

and let

Jimmy take over.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Keep swinging, Rocket Man.