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- This road you're on.

You put yourself on this road.

On this exact night.

You chose this.

A man makes his destiny, right?

Nothing makes the gods laugh harder.

- Treacherous roads out there tonight, folks.

We could be lookin' at 10 inches

of the white stuff by morning.

Temperatures here in the high desert

beginning to drop into the low 20s,

so take my advice all you desert rats,

grab a bottle...

♪ Whatever you say ♪

♪ Well that's what I'm gonna do ♪

♪ Cause I'm the working man ♪

♪ I'll do the job for you ♪

(door slams)

- Hey.

No, I hit the ditch goin' 60.

Ed, Ed, you there?

Shit.

Ed?

Come on, sweetheart.

Ya know 50,000 miles, past two years

without so much as a flat.

You there?

Yeah, I can come now.

Listen, I'm gonna be another couple hours.

I'll need you to drop in on Morelane for me,

keep the coals glowing.

He's talking about redoing the whole mall in Nob Hill.

Christmas time.

Yeah, 5:30.

♪ That's when I'm getting paid ♪

♪ Let me die on Saturday night ♪

- Oh Ed, come on, I wouldn't be out here

in low rider central 'cept to cover your ass.

Thank you, I love you, too.

Listen, Enrique, I've been on the road since seven.

I'm a salesman.

I gotta wife at home, we got a baby due this week.

My wife gets really fuckin' nervous when I'm held up.

- Like I said, this evening at best.

- Shit.

Any interesting diversions around here?

- [Enrique] There's some cliffs about a mile walk.

Pretty sunsets.

(ethereal music)

- Heya, Pete, wasn't it?

Listen, I got a contact in Phoenix

who's giving me a very sweet deal

on a fleet of retired jukes, Wurlitzers.

The vintage 1015s, classic Americana.

Fully refurbished.

Oh, and they've all still got the original 45s in them.

No shit.

You stick one of those babies in here,

you got the classiest joint in a hundred miles.

- I've already got a jukebox.

- I'm talking about a Wurlitzer, Pete.

A 1015, one zero one five,

the most popular jukebox model of all time.

People can't help but stuff 'em full of cash.

Looking around here, I kinda get the impression

you're a guy who gives a shit about his place, yeah?

You got new pool tables, bathroom is very clean.

Liquor is arranged just so.

Guy with his own sense of style.

So think about it.

Right there, a glowing tribute to Presley,

Otis Redding, Buddy Holly.

Guaranteed money magnet.

- Says here you sell flooring.

- Yeah, right now I do,

but in a few months I'm breaking out on my own.

To bigger and better.

No.

What's with the reception around here?

(singing in foreign language)

Lemme guess, you've been expecting me, right?

- Just closing up.

Slow day.

- No kiddin', you mean it gets busy? (chuckles)

- You'd be surprised.

- So how much for a reading?

- $10.

- Whoa, bit steep isn't it?

- I charge what you can afford.

- Yeah, okay, why not?

(door squeaking)

This doesn't involve killing any chickens

or anything, does it?

- No unless you'd like it to.

- No.

(door slams)

No crystal ball?

- It's in the shop.

Have a seat.

Now, the energy is stronger if I touch your hand,

but it's up to you.

- Oh, hey, whatever, you know.

Just do your thing.

- What would you like to know, mister...

- Starks, Jimmy Starks.

Oh, I don't know.

Uh, my car, gonna make it home?

(Vacaro inhales)

- It will.

- Whoa, just from touching my hand.

That's amazing. (laughs)

What else you pickin' up.

- Roads.

Purple mountains.

A woman is waiting for you there.

She makes you feel 20 again.

- Yeah, yeah.

What's she wearing?

- A noisy mind.

Cluttered with fears.

Strong ambition.

This brought you trouble in the past.

- Hey, how 'bout them Wolves?

Think I should take the spread?

- I wouldn't bet against 'em.

- With Levins on crutches?

Come on, forget it.

The kid's their secret weapon.

Levins will play.

- With a blown knee?

(laughs) I doubt it very much.

Nice try, though. (laughs)

- Wouldn't bet against 'em.

- Hey, (clears throat) I got a business venture

sorta hanging in limbo.

How's that looking?

- That will require a deeper descent.

- Ah, gotta put up the big antenna, huh?

Okay.

- Your venture is secure.

- Oh, yeah.

- You will benefit from a windfall.

A large sum of money, coming to you by way of Dallas.

- Dallas?

Well, I don't know anyone in Dallas,

but I'm happy to take it.

All sunny skies ahead, huh?

Chief?

Hey, you're break, hey you're breaking my hand here.

(Vacaro gasping)

Hey, hey. (semi honking)

Hey!

(pottery crashing)

Whoa, what the fuck?

Are you okay? (laughs)

- I...

My concentration was broken.

- Oh, thought you were having a coronary or something.

You sure you're all right?

Well, you know, just

catch your breath a minute.

I'll get your stuff here.

- I'm afraid the session is over, Mr. Starks.

- That was 15 bucks worth?

- I don't control the gift, I only listen to it.

- Well, no offense, but I've had better fortune cookies.

(laughs)

Part of the show, right?

Yeah, yeah?

That's good, you're good.

Like another 20 bucks,

maybe you can summon the old vision back?

(laughs) Come on, let's go again, this is great.

(laughing)

(fingers drumming)

- We're finished, Mr. Starks.

- What, 'cause I swore?

'Cause I spotted your game?

Come on, I'm a salesman to, you know.

Maybe we can learn from each other.

At least gimme my money's worth.

Okay.

What?

(ethereal music)

Strange way of doing business, pal.

Diamond in the rough, chief.

I'd work on your presentation a little.

- [Announcer] A test of the emergency broadcasting system.

- [Preacher] With your God, the sword of Damocles,

it hangs!

- [Woman] Rio Rancho Estates,

retired for the new millennium.

(glass breaking)

- Shit!

Ow!

Mm.

(glass clinking)

(phone ringing)

- Yeah.

(static crackling)

(keys jingling)

- [Deirdre] He's casing the joint.

- Eh, it's probably one of those auto-dialers.

Lowest form of organic life, telemarketer.

Anyway, I'm calling the phone company.

Oh jeez, you look good.

- Shoulda seen me at bedtime.

- Deej, I was stranded out there.

- Sounded dangerously like a bar, not a garage.

- I was waiting in a bar.

- Whatever, I'm not launching an investigation.

I've got Jane Eyre for a lover anyway.

- I coulda been a highway statistic yesterday,

and you're giving me shit.

- You drive too fast, and you're always on the stupid phone.

- Oh, damn you look good.

- Jimmy, don't.

I'm showing a four bedroom.

- All I said was you look good.

- Yeah, well, you said that, that's--

- Hey, but I was thinking, that split second

before I almost became road meat.

- Fuck you, don't even joke.

- How I'd miss the smell of your hair,

the soft cure of your neck, (lips smacking)

how I might check out without touching

my angel one last time.

- You thought all that in one second?

- Yeah. (lips smacking)

- It's amazing this guy still thinks he's getting laid.

(panting) (headboard banging)

♪ Well that's what I'm gonna do ♪

(phone ringing)

(answering machine beeps)

- [Roy] Hey Jimmy, you up yet?

It's Roy, got a little situation for you to handle.

It's Lopez.

- [Deidre] Goddamnit, Jimmy!

(cars wooshing)

- [Andy] Wanna know something about Roy?

Roy has nightmares about giving me a gringo account.

He thinks I'm gonna pull up in a cholo-mobile

with a 3D Virgin Mary air freshener.

- Roy may be a hard on, but he's one tenth the asshole

of some of the guys you're gonna meet out there.

It's a tricky game, Andy.

No one tells you when the rules change.

You got a hell of a future, you know that?

Always been one of my sharpest guys.

- Thank you.

- Big dreamer, though, huh?

- I get that from you.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Yeah, always looking for those shortcuts.

But hey, what does it matter?

You know, this company's just one eddy in a big old river.

Gettin' out myself, next couple of months.

- What do you mean, gettin' out?

- I got jukeboxes to sell.

- Jimmy what are we doing here?

Wait a minute, wait a sec.

- It's the audit, Andy.

Roy flipped about your expense sheets.

- Shit.

Well, I can explain that.

We can explain that to Roy, right?

He's gonna understand.

Because of everything I had to pay for

these last few months with the kid coming.

And you practically taught me how to pad my sheets.

- You got nailed, kid.

Not my rules, okay?

- What do you mean, not my rules?

I don't understand.

It's the same guy that told me the rules,

fuck the rules, don't worry about it Andy.

It's okay, I'll

show you the ropes. - I don't know if

that's exactly what I said.

- That's exactly what you said.

This is the same son of a bitch!

Huh? - Shit, Andy.

- [Andy] I can't believe you!

- If it wasn't for me, you would've

blown your fuckin' job a year ago.

- Save that bullshit, (speaks foreign language)!

- 'Kay, this is an expensive fuckin' suit.

- [Andy] Fuck your suit, aight, (speaks foreign language)!

- Nice, nice.

(door slams)

- Couldn't do it, Jimmy, huh?

You couldn't even take off the shades.

- [Jimmy] Get your hand off my car, Lopez.

- Fuck you.

(tires squealing)

Damn.

- Hey, Jimmy, come on, where you been?

You're missing the game.

- [Announcer] 15 inches.

(crowd cheering)

- Ah!

- [Announcer] 38-36 is now our score.

- We losing?

- [Announcer] This is how legends get started, right here.

Who could have predicted it folks, huh?

Mark Levins' incredible comeback

from injuries most thought would end his season.

- Pass it in, pass...

- [Announcer] And there's a steal

by Bobby Davies, Levins - Defense, defense!

Come on! - again from the outside!

- This guy couldn't walk three days ago.

- [Announcer] He just keeps outdoing himself tonight,

he's like a machine.

- They were up by 12, like, what?

What, two, three minutes ago, right, right?

Come on.

What?

- Shouldn't bet against the home team, baby,

it's bad luck.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(laughing)

A fuckin' lobotomy, is that it, yeah?

The other way around.

(rock music)

Ah.

- [Roy] Hey guys!

- Hey.

- Hey Roy.

- Catch them Wolves?

- Yeah. (laughing)

Yeah, 150 down.

- Unbelievable, huh?

Hey, Jim-boy, come by the bar

when you get a sec, okay, buddy?

- Yeah, okay.

- [Roy] See ya later, guys.

- Hey what? (laughing)

You know, he just wants some advice

from the oracle.

- Mm, sure. - Oh.

- To all, you know, the guru.

(laughs) I don't need anymore of this.

- Really appreciate you handling Lopez.

A lotta guys turn whining pussy you throw 'em a challenge.

Well, here's to success.

- Success.

- Had an interesting time down in Dallas,

that goddamned convention.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

I'm sittin' in some little dive somewhere havin' a few.

And there's this jukebox in the corner

full of scratchy old records,

just like those wuz-whizzlers you've been talking about.

- Wurlitzers.

- Right, right, whatever.

(chuckles)

Anyway, all night long, I'm sitting there.

I'm watching people lining up

to stuff this thing full of money.

And then, it hits me.

It's the intangibles, just like Jimmy Starks said.

- Well, nostalgia is a powerful thing.

- We're gonna give your idea a whirl.

We'll maybe scale back a bit,

but who knows we could be sitting on a winner here.

- Roy, shit man, this is, this is great.

I mean, I've done the numbers, this thing is real solid.

Did you say Dallas?

- Dallas, Texas, the self same.

- Yeah.

- Come by tomorrow before you hit the pavement.

We'll start working out the details.

(intense music)

Jimmy!

I thought I'd have to peel you off the ceiling

when I told ya.

- No, no, this is fantastic.

I'm, I'm very happy.

Let's get it rolling, huh?

- (chuckles) Good man.

(horn honking)

(ethereal music)

(yawning)

(phone ringing)

- [Deidre] Can't they leave you alone on a Saturday?

- Yeah.

- You smell good.

- Today?

It can't wait?

Yeah, okay, I'll come in.

(coughing)

No, I know.

Yup.

- Everything okay?

- Yeah, yeah, it's just the check-up I had last week.

They did an EKG 'cause of my old man.

Said they saw a spike or something on there,

wanna have a closer look.

- Do they think it's

serious? - No, no, no, no.

It's just the machine's free

and they need another look that's all.

- Well, I'll go with you.

- No, it's all right.

- Okay, I'm gonna go home.

- No, no, stay here.

Don't take off.

(pulse wooshing)

- [Doctor] What we're lookin' at here

is a mitral valve prolapse.

- What the hell's that?

- Kind of a lazy valve.

Heart squeezes blood, valve doesn't close all the way,

some of it back flows.

It's usually a benign condition.

- Lazy valve, okay.

So, basically I'm okay, you didn't see anything else?

- Uh, we'll schedule for another echo in six months or so,

keep an eye on that valve, but otherwise...

- Come on, we'll go up this weekend.

I mean, I know the house needs work,

but it's 10 acres in Taos.

- Yeah.

- Relax Jimmy, I'm not picking out China patterns.

(Jimmy laughs)

- Hey, do you wanna get us some ice cream?

- What are you 15?

- Yeah, come on.

- All right, come with me.

- No, I'm gonna have a smoke.

- All right, what do you want?

- Chocolate cherry.

- I'll be back.

- Thank you.

(chimes ringing)

- You are hard worker, industrious.

An Aries, no?

- No, Taurus.

- Of course.

The ridges along the mount of Jupiter tell the tale.

- What about the um,

uh, you know, what do you call it?

The life line.

Any wave.

- Three bracelets of life, perhaps four.

Very deep, defined.

- Is that good?

- 75 years at least, 100 at most.

Long life, good fate.

- What, what?

What?

- Mommy, this is broken.

- [Psychic] I told you, stay in the other room.

Go on now, mommy's working.

I am most sorry.

- Um, let me ask you about fate.

Is that something that could be changed?

You know, like if I knew something was gonna happen,

if I could see it coming,

could I--

- Each life is a tapestry.

Some threats are woven tightly, cannot be altered.

But others are looser, with these

we weave the story of our lives.

- Thanks.

- Thank you, thank you sir.

Come again. (door slamming)

(ethereal music)

(intense music)

(car wooshing)

(door slamming)

(woman crying)

- Adios.

- Bet you didn't figure on seeing me again, huh?

Then again, maybe you did. (chuckles)

You going somewhere?

- [Vacaro] Like to do some fishing up Abiquiu Lake.

Good this time of year.

- I hear ya.

Listen, uh, about last time.

- What about it.

- Well, I gotta tell ya, when I first came over here,

I, I didn't buy it, the whole shtick.

- Gave you your money back.

- I know.

But certain things have happened, um,

coincidences.

You know, stuff you couldn'ta known unless...

- I'm a performer, Mr. Starks.

A salesman, you said it yourself.

- Yeah.

A performer doesn't stop halfway through an act,

and a salesman certainly doesn't give refunds.

Now the Wolves game, this money

my boss promises me out of the blue.

You knew that was coming from Dallas.

I, um,

what are the chances of that?

- A few lucky guesses, my gift to you.

- That seizure thing you had.

What was up with that?

You see something, or what?

- Even if I could see things,

what would it matter?

Go live your life, forget about all this.

(lid slamming)

- Listen I'm sure you've got some uh

code of ethics or something,

but I had a bit of a scare a few days ago, my health.

Is that it?

- Good day.

- Okay.

I want another reading.

(flies buzzing)

(door slamming)

- I'm not open for business.

- I'll pay ya double.

Come on, you're a businessman, take it.

Am I missing something here?

What's the angle, old man?

- You had your reading.

- Now listen, you have no right

to fuck with people like this.

So I want another Goddamn reading.

- I saw no more roads.

No more tomorrows.

(ethereal music)

Not much time left.

I'm sorry.

- Is that right?

How much time?

May as well know.

How does it happen?

- The vision comes in images and impressions.

I don't have the specifics you want.

One thing is certain,

you're safe until the first snow.

- The first snow?

Oh, well shit, I guess I better pack up and move to Florida.

(chuckles)

What a fuckin' trip.

What carnival freak show they fire you from anyway?

(urgent music)

(cars wooshing)

(horn honking)

(cars wooshing) (radio blaring)

(brakes squealing) (horn honking)

(suspenseful music)

(truck wooshing)

- North Valen Heights.

We got a million square feet up for grabs,

and what are you doing about it?

Garcia Brothers are out there eating your lunch,

eating your future, one square foot at a time.

Jimmy?

Jimbo!

(Ed whistles)

(Ed knocking)

- He's dreaming jukeboxes, what can I say?

- Oh, sorry.

- Come on guys, look sharp.

What's the story on Nob Hill?

You got a bite on this Morelane guy?

- Yeah, yeah, uh...

- You're shittin' me.

Some trailer park Kreskin grabs your hand

and tells you your toast?

Think about that Jimmy.

(laughing)

- We're always so sure we're

calling the shots in life, right?

Maybe we're just playing it out.

- What like um,

like I was destined to order this chicken noodle soup?

(chuckles) You're out of my area here, Jimmy.

Ask any cop.

Obvious answer is usually the right one.

You got played.

I bet that was your first instinct, come on, admit it.

You wait, next he'll offer to talk

to the big guy on your behalf.

First it's hard boiled eggs under the pillow, and

then it's, could you empty out that savings account,

I'm telling you these guys are good.

They're good, they

get inside your head. - He didn't even

mention money.

- Oh, come on, money?

He's patient, he figures you're not a superstitious guy.

He takes a lucky guess.

- Luck doesn't explain the Wolves game, though, does it?

- You think he didn't size you up,

observe every detail?

He saw the Wolves sticker on your bumper,

figured you had money on the game.

- Dallas, he knew about the money.

- He plays the percentages.

One guy takes the bait, another 50 he never sees again.

And he leaves you lookin' under every rock.

Hey, you,

yeah, I'll have a little more, thank you.

She's new, and it, nevermind.

Do you remember when we were kids,

we used to play that game on the highway?

What was it, to see how many red Volkswagens you could spot?

- Spud.

- Spud, yeah.

You see an awful lot of them once you start looking.

You, my friend, are in a funk.

Take a day, take a weekend.

Go away with Dee, really.

Let this go.

Oh, let it go.

- Yeah, maybe you're right.

- All right, all right, good, ay yi yi

Jen, Jen, would you get him

some chili cheese fries or something.

He's eating a salad, don't ever serve him a salad again.

It goes... (hand thudding)

Woo.

- Fuck off. (laughing)

(sultry music)

- Wow, nevermind that trip to Paris. (laughs)

Champagne, and not a cigarette all night.

I like this new Jimmy.

- Yeah?

Well right now this new Jimmy'd sell ya for a cigarette.

♪ I was born on a Sunday ♪

♪ By Thursday I was working out on the job ♪

♪ I ain't never had no day off ♪

- Yeah.

♪ Since I learned right from wrong ♪

(static crackles)

- Hello?

♪ Said I was bad ♪

♪ I did somethin' to her head ♪

♪ Mama said I was bad ♪

♪ I did somethin' to her head ♪

♪ And poppa thew me out ♪

♪ Oh, said, I got to earn my own way ♪

(tires squealing)

(door slamming)

- This is private property.

- [Jimmy] Yeah, so's my mailbox.

- 'Scuse me?

- [Jimmy] Listen, I don't like

the way things went down either, okay?

I think you got the short end, I told that to Roy.

- You're a saint, thank you.

- Hey, I'm not the guy,

and it was fuckin' management's decision.

- One word from you woulda spared me from Roy,

so I don't know what the fuck you're talkin' about, 'kay?

You sell me out for your jukeboxes,

and now it's keepin' you up at night.

Well tough.

- Just don't come near my house again, okay?

- What the fuck is that?

- Ya leavin' little presents in my mailbox?

Hanging around the office

like some pissed off postal worker?

- You smokin' too much (speaks foreign language), gringo.

You need to get off that shit.

- Hey, I'm not fuckin' around here, Andy, okay?

The cops know, so anything

happens to me, - Who the fuck are you, 'kay?

- Anything happens to me,

and they're comin' here. - Who the fuck are you?

Okay, I bust my ass to get work.

You spread a big shit about me.

- You've been warned, you've been warned.

- I swear you ruined my name, Jimmy.

- Andy!

- What, what are you gonna do?

- [Andy] What am I gonna do, huh?

- Yeah, what are you gonna do?

- [Andy's Wife] (speaks foreign language)

- Okay.

Get outta here before I change my mind.

- Stops now, okay?

(dog barking)

(contemplative music)

- [Tom] So how you been, man?

- Oh, you know, still in the game.

- How's Katie?

- Jeez, it's been that long?

- Oh, shit, sorry to hear that.

- That's okay.

Both much better off.

- Good.

- They got restrooms I this place?

- [Tom] 'Course, why?

- Looks like people have been pissing on your floors.

Who the hell put these down. (Tom laughs)

- Garcia Brothers.

- Oh God, yeah, I know 'em.

Fuckin' bandits.

- Yep.

Hey, you'll never guess who I ran across a few days ago.

Mrs. McClure, Vincent's mom.

She blacked out in Tabbards going through the discount bins,

but she's one tough old broad.

Wouldn't let me call an ambulance.

I wasn't gonna let her leave,

but she told me Vince was waiting in the car,

he's looking after her now.

- Vince is here in town?

- Yeah.

- [Jimmy] I thought he was still in Oklahoma.

- Yeah, I heard that too.

Guess he got parole.

Hey, what do you think landed him in Creedmoor.

I heard some fuckin' stories.

- I don't know.

- Guess you two don't, uh--

- No, no, not for a long time.

- [Tom] You guys ever get a chance to square things up?

- Nothing to square up, Tom.

He took his road, I took mine, end of story.

(suspenseful music)

(kids laughing and shouting)

Yeah, yeah I know.

The thing is I'm sitting here in crazy traffic.

Yeah, I know, it's like a tractor trailer situation,

it's very ugly.

- [Radio DJ] Unseasonably cool temperatures

from downtown to Rio Rancho. - Next week sounds great.

Okay.

- [Radio DJ] We could be looking

at an early winter here, folks.

Get out those hats and gloves.

(ethereal music)

(brakes squealing)

- Oh.

Hi, Mrs. McClure.

(can snapping)

- Never thought I'd see you on that couch again.

You and Vincent.

I remember when your feet didn't touch the floor.

- Sorry I woke you up.

I know you like your afternoon nap.

- Eh, be plenty of time for sleepin' soon enough,

if the doctors are half right.

- Don't say that.

You look great.

- Still got a gift for the bullshit.

I'm dyin', Jimmy.

(phone ringing)

- Sorry, I just...

(phone beeps)

- So, what brings you around?

- Well, I heard Vince was in town taking care of you.

- Who told you that?

- Just a friend, he runs the shopping center in Nob Hill.

- Oh, yeah, that brat.

You know what they do to old ladies living alone?

Especially ones with dizzy spells.

They ship 'em to the rest farm.

- Oh, so Vince hasn't been around, huh?

- Well, I, I don't know James.

No, Vincent's been doin' real well lately.

He's got himself some construction work.

He's off the booze, and those Goddamn drugs.

I don't think it needs to dig up anything.

- I don't wanna cause trouble.

- You shoulda looked out for him more.

He needed that.

(Jimmy stammers)

Broke his heart the way things turned out.

- Well, we were young, stupid, I--

- You weren't stupid, Jimmy.

(teapot whistling)

'Scuse me.

- You mind if I poke my head in Vince's old room?

- [Maggie] Huh?

- Lotta memories here, you know?

- [Maggie] You know where it is.

(contemplative music)

(eerie music)

(Maggie coughing)

- When did you say Vince was here last?

- Oh, I didn't.

That'd be violating his parole, wouldn't it? (coughs)

I got a good feeling this time. (coughs)

Vincent knows he won't have me around much longer.

First time in his life he'll be alone.

I, I made a full pot, just in case you want,

Jimmy?

(answering machine beeping) (guitar strumming)

(electronic crackling)

(phone clicking)

(dial tone humming) (machine beeps)

(answering machine beeping)

(man breathing) (electronic crackling)

(phone clicking)

(dial tone humming) (machine beeps)

(answering machine beeping)

(electronic crackling)

(phone clicking)

(dial tone humming) (machine beeps)

(answering machine beeping)

(electronic crackling)

(phone clicking)

(dial tone humming) (machine beeping)

- Hey. - Hi.

Remember the redhead, the one

that was at the end of the bar?

- She's in the trunk?

(Ed laughing)

Hey, so, I need you to take my calls today.

- This the new weekly ritual?

- No, no, no, no, no.

- I swamped today.

And Roy, you know, Roy's been getting service complaints?

- He is not.

- I'm not kidding you, he asked me

if you were having personal problems.

(Jimmy scoffs)

Besides the fact that he tells me,

that he puts a hundred grand down

on a certain jukebox project that was your baby, Jimmy.

- Yeah, well that's gonna have to wait.

Can you cover me or not? - Yeah, apparently so.

What's up?

- Come on, I gotta take a trip.

- Doesn't have anything to do with a certain fortune teller?

- No, no, no, it's personal shit.

- (exhales) I need coffee man,

come on. - Here, here.

- I wanna talk to you.

I don't want your coffee.

- I gotta go.

Carlos is gonna call at three, to make sure you take it,

- I'd like to talk to you, for...

- I love you.

- Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I, you know,

lemme ask you, would you characterize our thing here

as a, as a, as a close friendship?

- Yeah, closest two adult males probably oughta get.

- Yeah, so as a close friend I'd like to,

you know I feel it my duty

to voice my profound concern over what--

- Are you gonna cover me or not?

- These little,

no, no actually I'm not.

You're not gonna level with me,

don't snow the snowman.

- Ed, ed, come on

hey, okay, hey. - No, not doin' it.

- Okay, listen the target in my mailbox?

Lopez may not be the guy.

- Really?

Wow, who said that. - Yeah, yeah, I know.

I think it's a valentine from an old buddy

who just got paroled from Creedmoor.

- So you gonna go down there and fuck with him

like you did Lopez?

- He's not gonna know I'm there.

- That worked out really well.

- He's not gonna know I'm there,

it'll be reconnaissance.

- Reconnaissance. - Yeah.

- Oh, what are you a Navy Seal?

Call a cop, all his parole officer.

Come on the guy could be a fuckin' nut job.

- Yeah, exactly, so help me out, will ya?

(door slams)

- I'm hungover, and, and, ah fuck it.

(eerie music)

- [Jimmy] Get off the fuckin' road, man.

Jesus.

(phones ringing)

(gravel crunching)

(doorknob rattling)

(Jimmy crashing) Fuck.

(water dripping)

(dog barking)

(papers rustling)

(drawers thudding)

Oh!

Oh, whoa.

(panting)

(water dripping)

(keys jangling)

(door rattling)

(door banging)

- [Vincent] Fucker!

Fuckin' locked me out 'cause of a day late?

(suspenseful music)

Hey fuck!

(Vincent yelling)

(door slams)

(engine revs)

(tires squeal)

- Oh shit!

(ignition stuttering)

(engine revs)

Shit!

- Mm-hm.

Okay, good.

Thank you.

Yes, I will let him know.

- [Jimmy] Who's that?

- Okay, thank you.

(Jimmy groaning)

That was the phone company.

You know the weird hang-up calls you've been getting?

- Yeah.

- Telemarketing computer.

(Jimmy sighs)

They took care of it.

- They sure?

- Yeah, that's what they said.

- Oh, good.

- Are you hungry?

- Yeah.

- Good, can you make us something?

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

(static humming)

I don't fucking believe this.

- [Vincent] How's it hangin', partner?

- Who is this?

- [Vincent] Come on, you don't know?

Hurt.

Still there?

- Yeah, yeah I'm still here.

- [Deidre] Who the hell is it?

- It's okay.

Hang on a second.

- [Vincent] Hey, that Katie?

- No.

- [Vincent] Jeez, another statistic.

Hey, if you need a shoulder.

- It's a little late, Vincent.

- [Vincent] Are you gonna ask me how I've been?

- Yeah, how've you been?

- [Vincent] Peaches, man, thanks for askin'.

(laughs) So how'd you like my set-up?

- Huh?

- [Vincent] My little joint here.

I'm planning a few home improvements,

but what'd ya think?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- [Vincent] Maybe I got it all wrong.

First I hear you drop by to see Mom.

Next thing I see is that a New Mexico plate's

haulin' ass outta my lot.

- Yeah, I, you know, I did drop in to see your mom, yeah.

- [Vincent] Good, you're the son she always wanted.

Maybe that Chevy was just a coincidence.

Yeah, you're probably all dandied out

in a shiny Kraut cruiser by now.

Beemer, something classy.

- Not quite, no.

- [Vincent] You know, I should come up

and check out your set-up sometime.

- Oh, I thought you already had.

I got your little calling card.

- [Vincent] Mm, can't say I know what you mean, partner.

My P.O.'s got my nuts in a vice.

You know, work, shit, sleep.

Almost had me one of those 24-hour bracelets.

(dog barking)

- Where you calling from, Vince?

- [Vincent] Home sweet.

Out on my deck with my cell phone.

Sipping a drink by the in-ground pool.

Hey, this new girl in here, she treat you right?

- Uh-huh.

- [Vincent] Lemme guess, five food seven, maybe eight.

Brown eyes, and dark hair.

Little skinny, you always liked 'em a little thin.

Am I close?

Hey partner, am I close?

- [Jimmy] Yeah, yeah, that's pretty close.

- [Vincent] So then, things are going well, I take it.

Life panning out just like you planned?

- Look, Vince, what happened, um--

- [Vincent] Let's not go there Jimbo.

Let's not trip down memory lane.

I'm tryin' to keep cool here, got my shirt off.

Just trying to stay cool baby.

What, did you wanna try stitchin' up old wounds?

That why you came here?

- Ya just got outta prison, Vince, think about that.

- [Vincent] You threatening me, Jimmy?

- Just stating a simple fact.

- [Vincent] Fact is, you broke into my place.

- Listen why don't we just keep

going our separate ways, okay?

- [Vincent] Hey, you came lookin' for me, remember?

Fuck you tryin' to pull here, Jimmy?

You're really startin' to fuckin' heat me up here.

(phone clicks)

- Vince?

Deej?

Deej?

Deej? (Deidre gasping)

- The hell are you doing?

- Did you open that window?

- Yeah, I opened the damn window?

- [Jimmy] Don't open anything.

- It's like a tomb in here, I can't breathe.

- People get slaughtered in their beds,

for Christ Sakes.

- What are you doing?

- Just taking care of this place.

- I have to get up in four hours, Jimmy.

Fuck.

- It's quite a sheet on your friend here.

So, this guy starts calling you out of the clear blue, huh?

- Mm.

- After what?

- About seven years.

- Musta been some falling out.

Any idea why he'd contact you?

- No, no, no.

I thought his mom might know, so I went and saw her.

- Wait a sec.

You went to see his mother?

- Yeah, well, you know I--

- [Sergeant] Well then you were looking for him.

- No, no, no, no, no.

I heard he was in town.

- I'm left to assume that you wanted to get in touch.

- [Jimmy] No.

- Wait, has this man actually made threats?

- It's more about what he's implying.

- Oh boy.

Well, since he's got a history,

I'll give a call down to his P.O.

and make sure they have an eye on him.

That's all I can do.

- Uh, this guy had a pretty serious drug habit,

and I think he may be using again.

- Do you have any evidence of that?

- Will you just hold onto it, in case?

- In case what?

What, yeah, your honor, that's the guy that shot my friend.

I don't even know this guy.

- I told you, we ran a business together.

It turned to shit.

- What kinda business

did you run together. - A vending business.

A vending business.

We routed stuff to an outfit in Mexico.

I mean it was sweet,

you know, - In Mexico?

- The cash was great.

- Oh great, what are you, laundering money?

- Well, the feds showed up.

- Oh, oh, the feds showed up.

(scoffs) It's a minor detail.

- Six hours, we,

anyway the guy said that Vince laid it all out for 'em,

suggested I do the same thing.

- Did you do time?

- Vince got three years.

Guy's a stupid fuck, you know.

He coulda been out in a year with good behavior.

You know, he goes off to prison grinning like it's a joke?

Fuck him.

- Yeah, fuck 'em.

You're right, he's got a gun,

he's got a junk kit under his bed, exactly.

Fuck him, end this, get this outta your life.

You don't need this stuff, I'm telling you,

walk away from it.

You know, back in 86 I got,

I got nailed for shoplifting a six pack.

- What?

- I've gone down the criminal road.

I've been with you there, brother.

- I'm goin' home.

(suspenseful music)

(gun snapping)

- [Andy] Jimmy!

- What do you want?

- Hey, take it easy, it's just me.

Peace offering.

Thought we'd, you know.

- Not for me.

- Look, I'm an asshole, okay?

I do stupid shit, man.

My wife, she always sets me straight later on.

Come on, what d'ya say?

No hard feelings?

- Yeah.

- Cool.

Listen.

I'm trying to get back on the straight and narrow, you know?

For my family.

You know how it is.

I just want to apologize all right?

I mean, doin' the whole target prank thing,

I mean it was a stupid joke,

and I shouldn'ta done it.

- What?

- The target prank.

I really do apologize man.

(intense music)

Jimmy, I'm sorry, man.

Jimmy are we cool?

(answering machine beeps)

- [Vincent] Hey, Jimbo.

You're probably out golfing with the guys.

Catch ya later.

(phone clicks)

(answering machine beeps)

Hey, they say it's gonna fuckin' snow

down here this year, can you believe that?

(phone clicks)

(answering machine beeps)

(liquid flowing) Hear that?

Pissing and pouring at the same time.

What they call ampeedexrous. (laughs)

Not ignoring me, are you, partner?

After all that initiative you took looking me up.

Amigos till the end, remember that one?

(phone clicks)

(machine beeping)

(phone ringing)

(Jimmy sighs)

You just gettin' in?

Man those hours'll kill you.

So how are the wheels of commerce turning today?

- Not too bad.

- [Vincent] I played hooky myself.

Been lying here, just reminiscing.

- Hey Vince,

I wanna apologize for coming at you the way I did.

- [Vincent] That right, Jimmy?

- Yeah, someone pulled a prank.

I overreacted.

Jumped to some crazy conclusions.

- [Vincent] Like, who do I know who's a convicted felon?

- Yeah.

- [Vincent] It's okay.

They briefed us on this kinda thing in the release program.

Con's past is like quicksand,

harder you try to pull yourself out,

deeper you sink.

- I'm sorry, Vince.

(door creaking)

- [Vincent] In the system, they preach responsibility.

You know, owning up to your own crimes.

Crucial step.

Most of the guys in the joint,

they'll wax fucking epic on how they got framed,

how so-and-so did it, major frickin' denial.

Now those guys, there's no hope for them.

You there?

- Yeah, I'm listening.

- [Vincent] I figured you came back to take responsibility.

- Not sure I follow.

- [Vincent] I need to hear you say it, partner.

What went down in Oklahoma City.

- Vincent.

- [Vincent] Say it, Jimmy.

For both of us.

- I didn't sell you out.

- [Vincent] See what I'm saying?

Till we fix this, we'll be stuck at this moment.

- Hey, listen, you had a chance to save yourself, remember?

But you chose to walk the fucking gang plank

with no help from me - Really disappoint me.

- So I am not taking responsibility

for your fucked up life, okay?

- [Vincent] You got it all figured out, don't you Jimmy?

You ever lose an hour's sleep your whole life?

Face to face. - Damn it, man,

this is harassment.

- [Vincent] You look me in the eye and tell me that

you didn't-- - And if it doesn't stop--

- [Vincent] What, you were, you're gonna

tell my mommy? - I will call

your parole officer.

- [Vincent] Oo, and what, what'll he do?

- Make you pee in a cup.

Vince, I don't want this, okay?

Let's just go our separate ways.

(glass clinking)

- [Vincent] I don't know, Jimmy.

Smells kinda like a situation to me.

(phone beeping)

(glass crashing)

- [Radio DJ] Coming up on four o' clock.

Time for your local weather.

Well all you desert rats, get those skis waxed up.

The heavy snows are blanketing the Colorado Rockies,

and are heading south toward the Duke City.

- Been saving all these for the right occasions.

I guess there were plenty, just didn't seem so at the time.

- Maggie, I'm a little worried about Vincent.

- Oh he's, he's doin' just fine.

- Talked to him on the phone last night,

and uh,

kinda got the impression he's thinking

about maybe doing something stupid.

- Like what?

- Well, I just think maybe if you called him and

talked some sense--

- I can't call him, Jimmy.

- Why's that?

- Well, he's gone to Cimmaron with his parole program.

Yeah.

They're diggin' ditches for those flood victims.

Ain't that sweet of 'em?

Damn I wish I'd been awake when he left the message.

Said he loved me.

(smacks lips)

Vincent don't say that much.

(intense music)

Gettin' real cold out there.

- I better go.

Thanks.

- Jimmy, here.

Don't wait too long to open it.

(rain pattering)

- [Vincent] How's this for a situation?

(gasping) (panting)

(car wooshing)

(urgent music)

- What am I supposed to think?

You're living your life by what a fortune teller said.

(Jimmy stammering)

- [Sergeant] Seems McClure failed to report

into his parole officer,

but with his type this is fairly routine.

He's probably off on a bender somewhere--

- So, you're not doing a fucking thing

till he comes here and sticks a bullet in me,

is that right?

- [Sergeant] Sir, there's no indication he intends

to cross state lines, or do you any harm.

Now this is a routine situation

and we're checking it--

- Routine what?

He's coming here!

What the fuck's it gonna take?

- [Sergeant] Mr. Starks, if you'd like to talk

to a counselor...

(phone slams)

- I just want you to go in there by yourself,

and tell the guy you want a reading.

Okay, it's easy.

Just ask about the future, you know.

Anything to do with us.

Marriage, kids, whatever.

- Marriage and kids, that's news to me.

- If he says something's gonna happen to me,

don't freak out, just ask him what it is.

But the fucker has a problem answering a direct question,

so you, you might have to lay on the tears, or...

Okay?

- Yeah.

- Hey, a, the guy in the silver camper,

you know where he went?

♪ He says those sons of bankers ♪

♪ And sons of doctors ♪

♪ Those sons of bitches ♪

- [Pete] Now look who's back, the jukebox kid.

- Hey, the fortune guy, you know where he went?

- You know I wanted to talk to you

about the Wurlitzer, I think we can cut a deal, kid.

- You know where he is?

- Comes and goes a lot.

Hey Marcy, wasn't someone else in here inquiring

about the old man?

- Yeah, he was chattin' on about fishing at Abiquiu Lake.

Guess it's good this time of year.

- Yeah, okay.

- Hey listen, about that Wurlitzer,

we gonna cut a deal, or what?

(engine purring)

(eerie music)

(seatbelt clicks)

- Abiquiu is in three hours, let's just get a hotel.

- This fucker's been on our ass since Espanola,

you notice that?

Vince could be anywhere by now.

- [Deidre] Just let him pass.

(tires squealing) - Shit.

- The fuck did you get that?

Put that thing away!

- Just get down. - Put the fucking

gun away! - Get down!

(country music) (engine revving)

- That was classic, Jimmy.

What are you doing?

- The old man said I was safe till the first snow.

(truck honking)

- The fuck are you talking about?

Jimmy?

Do what you gotta do, I'm going home.

(door slams)

(eerie music)

(door creaks)

- Mr. Starks.

You fish?

- Some fucking gift you've got.

You wanna tell me about it?

'Cause I don't know what the fuck's going on.

Wanna talk to me?

- Nothing I say will matter.

- Oh, it might.

I won't use this, all right.

You shouldn't have fuckin' told me.

- If you could try to see it as a blessing.

- Oh yeah, blessing.

- Think of those who never had a chance

to put things in order, to say good-bye.

- Fuck that.

(sighs)

I got a friend who thinks that I screwed him over.

Now if I knew what was coming,

if I knew what he was gonna do,

then I'd get to stop him.

So I want you to tell me.

- Your fate lies on whatever road you take.

Even if you choose to run from it.

(intense music)

- I'm not just gonna lie down and die.

I don't give a shit who's decided for me.

- Huh, oh my God.

(suspenseful music)

Wait, hey!

(tires squealing)

(car alarm blaring)

(panting)

- [Radio DJ] Clear skies in downtown Duke City,

despite some scattered flurries earlier in the week.

But don't put away the skis just yet.

A massive cold front is building north of the Sandias

which could mean up to 10 inches of the white stuff

by this weekend.

- [Ed] You left Deidre on the side of the fuckin' highway.

Does that sound like rational behavior to you?

- [Sergeant] Same thing I told ya this morning.

He was spotted on a security camera two days ago

stealing a vehicle.

An APB's gone out, he won't get far.

- [Ed] What, what?

Rumor mill's working overtime, Jimmy.

We don't see you in here for three days,

and people start talking.

- [Sergeant] Mr. Starks, he was last spotted near El Paso.

- So basically nobody's got a fuckin' clue where he is,

or where he's going.

- [Sergeant] Now, those folks down there are handling it.

- [Ed] I'm done with your bullshit, Jimmy.

I've had it, I'm not covering for your ass anymore.

(phone slamming)

(static hissing)

(phone beeps)

- [Deidre] Hey, this is Deidre.

If you don't know what to do, I can't help you.

(answering machine beeping)

(dial tone humming)

(door slamming)

(motor humming)

(panting)

(eerie music)

(static hissing)

(radio chattering)

(cart squealing)

(glass crashing)

(bottles clanking) (panting)

(door banging)

- [Man] Hey, there a problem in there?

- I just fell over, it's okay.

- [Radio DJ] Clear skies in downtown Duke City,

despite some scattered flurries earlier in the week.

But don't put away the skis just yet...

(head thudding)

(breathing heavily)

- [Vincent] Need to hear you say it, partner.

What went down in Oklahoma City.

Say it, Jimmy, for both of us.

(sniffling)

See what I'm saying?

Till we fix this, we'll be stuck at this moment.

(intense music)

(groaning)

(breathes heavily)

- [Vacaro] Your fate lies on whatever road you take.

Even if you choose to run from it.

(ethereal music)

(chain jingles)

(door creaks)

(wind wooshes)

(hopeful music)

(keys jingle)

(faucet hissing)

(machine beeping)

(kids laughing and shouting)

(phone ringing)

- [Vincent] Jesus, Jimmy, where you been hiding?

Got the feeling you were avoiding me.

- No, I'm right here, buddy.

- [Vincent] Well shit, the plan's all in tatters now,

'cause of your little vanishing act.

- What plan's that?

- [Vincent] Thought you were up for a little reunion

at the old depo.

Have a few laughs, reminisce.

- Sure, okay.

- [Vincent] You're not setting me up, are you Jimmy?

I'm counting on you not to fuck this up.

- No, no, I'll be there.

- [Vincent] Good, tomorrow night.

We're gonna get things squared up.

I'm real glad you're coming.

- Yeah.

(phone beeps)

(Jimmy sighs)

(peaceful music)

- [Roy] Jimmy, good to have you back.

- Roy.

- Everything kosher?

- Yeah.

- Cash for those jukeboxes is sitting in North and Wells,

waiting on your lazy ass.

- So I need half of it wired into this account,

and the rest in cash.

- Let's roll, let's make us some money.

(tongue clicks)

- Sure you wanna be hefting that much around, I mean--

- Yeah.

- We could wire it no problem.

- No, it's gotta be cash.

These guys are ex-gamblers.

They don't trust us desert rats. (chuckles)

(Jimmy knocking)

- What do you want?

You here to press charges now, too?

- Wurlitzers, 1015s, the most

popular jukebox model in history.

I got 50 grand worth of them paid for,

sitting in a warehouse in Phoenix.

Got the leads right here, what do you say?

- I thought this was your big ticket.

- Well, you know, I'm looking for a partner.

Someone to manage it for me.

Wanna think about it?

- (scoffs) Crazy, gringo.

Yeah, yeah I'll think about it.

- Your name's already on the account.

You'll do great. (tongue clicks)

- [Sam] Jimbalya, where the hell you been, man?

- Oh, you know, little touch

of the lazy valve, nothing serious.

Gimme the usual.

One for my shoplifter friend down at the end here.

(Ed chuckling)

- Good to see you.

- Likewise.

- Maybe now you can explain-- - I'm sorry I've been such a--

- Asshole?

- Asshole, yeah.

(bottles clinking)

- You seem different.

- Hey you heard about those weather guys

that fly into hurricanes?

- [Ed] Yeah.

- And they get to the center, and it's

you know suddenly all real calm and still.

- This where you're at?

- Yeah.

- Means they're still in the storm, you know.

- Well, it's a good place to be, man.

(pager beeping)

- Ah shit.

Well you get Nirvana, I get Espanola.

Hey, hey you wanna take a drive with me?

Come on, me and you, cruisin' on the highway?

- No. - Nah?

- You take it.

- Nah, no desire, right?

I'll see you tomorrow?

- Yeah.

Hey Sam, I wanna clear out my tab.

- [Sam] It's not the end of the month.

- You're an amazing bartender, you know that?

- What?

- I love your work, man.

Just wanted to say it.

- Get the fuck outta here, Jimmy.

(laughs)

(peaceful music)

- [Deidre] Guess you're back.

- Yeah, could say that.

- I just came to get my stuff.

My dad's sick again, so I thought I'd drive up there and...

Glad you're okay.

(lips smacking)

This feels like some great affair.

- You wanna go to Taos, soon?

Take a look at the 10 acres?

- Are you serious?

- Yeah.

I'm sick of this place.

Don't go to Denver.

- Just a few days.

Will be back before you know I'm gone.

(lips smacking)

You surprise me sometimes, Jimmy.

Don't change your mind about Taos.

- [Jimmy] I won't.

(lips smacking)

- Mm.

Okay, I gotta go.

(fingers tapping)

- Gonna be okay, Dee.

(peaceful music)

(door slams)

(suspenseful music)

(train whistling)

- Hey, Vince.

- Actually showed up without the cavalry.

Proud of you, Jimmy.

Sit down.

You uh, remember that time my old man took us here?

Pretended we were gold prospectors?

- Yeah it was, that was a good day.

- Shit, get all dressed up for me?

I'd clean myself up but

Four Seasons is all booked.

(Jimmy laughs)

Have a drink, Jimmy.

Not too good to drink with me these days, are ya?

- Hey.

- Feels good to be back home.

You know I still consider you my best friend,

even after everything.

Friends like us, that don't wear out like old tires.

I used to imagine,

you and me living next door to each other.

Wives would be best friends.

Kids would play together.

Maybe even bring 'em here to pan for gold.

Why'd ya have to fuck all that up?

- Yeah.

I wish I could tell ya.

- I mean, what were we looking at?

What, a year apiece, and still

woulda cut down on our fuckin' hits.

Shared the same cell, tell jokes, mess hall.

Dream up crazy shit for when we got out,

we'd a been all right.

I suppose, you know, that's none of your concern.

Not your responsibility, mine.

My fucked up life.

Go on, Jimmy.

Gimme one of your lines.

Sell me.

(Jimmy crying)

- I did sell you out, Vincent.

I just wanted to get out of that fuckin' room, you know?

It was so fuckin' hot.

Just wanted a water--

- Ya ever think of tellin' the truth, Jimmy?

In your whole fuckin' life?

No elaborate money laundering scheme.

No, just two stupid gringos in over their head.

You coulda told 'em that after you,

after you drink of fucking water.

- I was fuckin' scared.

- Read it so many fuckin' times I got it memorized.

I'm gonna hire a lawyer, Vincenzo.

Best.

I'm gonna get you outta that hell hole.

What happened to the plan?

No lookin' back, that it?

You know,

a man sinking in quicksand,

you don't kick him in the teeth, Jimmy.

Ya grab his hand and try to pull him out.

It's like my own mother.

You know, I go there, I show up there two days ago.

My heads hurtin' all I wanna do is sleep,

and she goes and calls my P.O.

- She's dying, Vince.

She wants you to--

- You shut your fucking mouth.

- [Jimmy] She wants you to go straight.

- My mother ain't fucking dying.

- Vince, Vince, I got 50 grand in the car.

I got 50 grand in the car for you.

- Oh.

(hand smacks)

- Drive outta here, yeah?

I'll take you wherever you wanna go.

- Always a salesman, eh Jim?

What, still trying to what,

negotiate your way out of a fuckin' scrap.

- No, I'm not man.

(Vincent laughing)

- 50 grand, that's like tossin' a bandaid

to a guy who's fuckin' bleedin' to death.

- It's not a bribe, Vince.

I wanna help ya.

- Man, it's too late, I'm all bled out.

I been, I been trying to,

you know make things right for so fuckin' long.

It's been eating me up inside.

And then you show up outta nowhere.

It's like everything fell into place, man.

It's like it was all arranged.

Stand up.

Get up! (intense music)

Come here.

(breathing heavily)

Had this a,

real prick of a cell mate once, Rhodes was the guy's name.

One time, after dinner Rhodes headbutts this guard,

grabs his .38, just like this one here.

And he's got the guard pressed up right against him,

just like us right now, and he's screaming

in the fuckin' mess hall,

back, back!

I'm walkin' outta here, or this pig get it!

So finally the guards charge him,

and old Rhodesy, he pulls the trigger.

And the bullet, (laughs)

goes through both their skulls.

Ends up on a fuckin' dinner tray, hundred yards away.

Asshole blew his own brains out.

Don't, don't move, don't, don't.

Get down.

Get on your knees.

(intense music)

Jesus Christ.

Well, I do thank you for the thought Jimbo.

Ain't what I had in mind.

Me and you, partner.

Two birds, one stone, Butch and Sundance.

Out in a blaze of glory.

(lips smacking) - Hey, Vince.

- We're gonna be some team in the next world,

you know that? - Vince, you don't

wanna do this. - Un-fuckin'-stoppable.

- Don't do this man, don't do

to yourself man. - But we gotta

stick together

from now on, okay? - Let's get in the car.

Vince, just... - Stick together.

No, no, no, no, no,

this is better. - Let's get in the car.

- Won't feel a thing. - Hey, Vince,

Vince, Vince. - You ready?

(gun clicks) - Hey, don't do this.

Vince, Vince,

come on, Vince. - Are we ready?

- Vincent, Vincent,

come on, - See you in the next world,

hombre. - Vincent!

(gun booming)

(suspenseful music)

(Jimmy breathing heavily)

(solemn music)

(wind wooshing) (balloon crinkling)

- [Lone Wolf] Treacherous roads out there tonight, folks.

We could be lookin' at 10 inches

of the white stuff by morning.

Temperatures here in the high desert

beginning to drop into the low 20s

so take my advice all you desert rats,

grab a bottle, grab your sweetie, and stay indoors tonight.

This is the Lone Wolf coming to you on Graveyard Radio,

live from the lovely plains...

(introspective music)

(wind whistling)

- [Jimmy] This road you're on.

You put yourself on this road.

On this exact night.

You chose this.

A man makes his destiny, right?

Nothing makes the gods laugh harder.

- [Radio DJ] Last night the heavy snow

claimed its first victim out on Highway 14,

after a delivery truck lost control

on the icy roads, instantly killing the driver

of a northbound vehicle in a head-on collision.

Dangerous roads cause...

(cars wooshing)

("God Don't Ever Change" by Alex Maryol)

♪ Well he's God in the middle of the ocean ♪

♪ God in the middle of the sea ♪

♪ The hand of the great creator ♪

♪ Truly been a god to me ♪

♪ Well, he's God ♪

♪ God don't never change, hey ♪

♪ Always will be God ♪

♪ Always will be God ♪

♪ Well he's God in influenza ♪

♪ God in the doctor, too ♪

♪ At the time of your sickness ♪

♪ He truly been a God to you ♪

♪ Well, he's God ♪

♪ God don't never change, hey ♪

♪ Always will be God ♪

♪ God don't never change, hey. ♪

♪ Always will be God ♪

♪ Always will be God ♪

♪ Well he's God in creation ♪

♪ God in when Adam fell ♪

♪ God way up in heaven ♪

♪ God way down in ♪

♪ He's God ♪

♪ God don't never change, hey ♪

♪ Well he's God in the middle of the ocean ♪

♪ God in the middle of the sea ♪

♪ The hand of the great creator ♪

♪ Truly been a god to me ♪

♪ He's God ♪

♪ God don't never change, hey ♪

♪ Always will be God ♪

♪ Always will be God ♪

♪ Always will be God ♪

(ethereal music)