All language subtitles for Lone.Star.State.of.Mind.2002.SDH

You got them disguises
I told you to bring?

I got them.

What's wrong? Oh, yeah.

I couldn't remember
if you said to get panties or
panty-liners. I brought both.

I said pantyhose. Not panties.

Not no panty-liners.
Pantyhose, you numb-nuts!

I could've swore you said
panties or panty-liners.

Why would I say that?

How we gonna rob somebody
with panties and maxi pads?

That's what I was
wondering too.
Then I figured it out.

See? Pretty smart, huh?

I made you one too.

I ain't robbing somebody
with a maxi pad stuck
to my face!

- Freeze! It's a holdup!
- Yeah, it's a holdup!

Give me the pizza, the cash
and some of them bread sticks,
pepperoni-head.

Where you going?
You better slow down!

He's getting away!

Give me one of them pizzas!
I'm falling!

Slow down!

(SCREAMS)

Where you going,
pepperoni boy?

You can hide
but you can't run!

No... You can run but...
I'm gonna kill you!

Tink?

Ahhh!

- Tink?
- What?

- Don't tell nobody about this.
- I won't.

Nobody. Not even Earl.

Tink, I won't. These
lips is sealed. Earl couldn't
even beat it out of me.

My name is Earl Crest.

And that beautiful creature
right there, that's my Baby.

Simply put, she is
my number one
reason for living.

Earl Crest, it ain't polite
to stare.

Baby, it's only natural
for a man to stare
when he sees...

...the prettiest gal
west of the Mississippi.

Just west?

EARL: To tell you the truth,
neither of us has set so much
as a foot outside the state.

I was born 23 years
ago right here
in Bennett, Texas...

...to a self-proclaimed
"unordained" minister...

...who used to like to tell me
that I was Jesus Christ
in his Second Coming.

It wasn't uncommon for
my daddy to take me along...

...to preach the word of
God to the heathens,
as he liked to call them.

The problem was,
as my daddy found out
the hard way...

...preaching and sinning
mix about as well as...

- (WOMAN GASPS)
- Dad!

...barstools and heads.

Now despite just having seen
my daddy's head
cracked open...

...I wasn't worried,
because I,
"Jesus" Earl Crest...

...would perform a
laying-on-the-hands
and heal my father...

...and convert those heathens
in one fell swoop.

Or maybe not.

I realized then that I was not
the Lord and Savior,
Jesus Christ.

What I didn't know is
that there's more
than one type of savior.

- What?
- Nothing at all.

- Can you take me to work?
- If you don't make me late.

And when have I
ever done that?

I'll see you down at
breakfast.

Well, look at that. Looks like
you mugs have finally got me.

You gents got a light?

That boy, he ain't
gonna make it.

Now, shit, save the matches!

- Earl, did you see
that stupid shit?
- Yes, sir.

That trick would never work.

EARL: Don't get me wrong.
I like Wayne okay.

As stepdads go,
he's a good old boy.
And Mama loves him to death.

- You get paid today, sweetie?
- Uh-huh.

Good, because
I need your rent.

EARL: And he does get
monthly disability checks from
being wounded in Vietnam.

- Daddy's taking me to Vegas.
- EARL: Don't you mean
you're taking him?

I mean, seeing as he don't
have a job or any money
at present?

Watch it, Earl.

EARL: You see, I chalk it up
to laziness.

And it don't help matters
none that Wayne, well...

He ain't exactly a genius.

Earlene, your sister's
running late today.

I asked you not to call
her that.

I'm truly sorry. I truly am.
I'm truly sorry.

I'm dropping her off
at the barbecue joint
on the way to work.

She keeps on like this,
I'll be late.

Come on, Baby,
I'm gonna be late.

I wanna live.
I want... I wanna live.

But I can't do that from
a hospital bed, doctor.
No, I can't.

EARL: Come on,
I'll be late for work.

I'm coming.

I'm coming, doctor.

Your sister's always late.
She's always late.

Didn't I just tell you
not to call her my sister?
Two seconds ago.

- Hi. I'm here.
- Hi, Baby.

- What took you so long?
- I was doing my
acting exercises.

My acting coach says I need
to do them every day...

...if I'm gonna be a soap star
when we get to Los Angeles.

- Don't get mad.
- I ain't mad.

Ma, Earl's kissing
his sister again.

- Wayne...
- Daddy, quit teasing.

I ain't teasing.

See you tonight. Ready, babe?

- Yeah. Bye, Mama.
- Bye, sweetheart.

EARL: Now's a good time
to tell you about me
and Baby's relationship.

We're stepbrother
and stepsister.

And even though we have
absolutely no blood
between us,

folks on the outside
looking in might frown on
the idea of the two of us...

...you know, having sex
and being engaged.

All I can say in our
defense is that we were going
steady in the 11th grade.

And that's way before
my mama and her daddy
ever met or married.

Yes, I'll marry her.

EARL: We figured we had dibs
on the relationship.

We wasn't inclined to
stop seeing each other because
our parents got hitched.

Still, I do hate it
when Wayne calls her
my sister.

- You going to the
bar after work?
- It's Friday, ain't it?

- Good.
- Want me to pick you up?

No. I'll probably
get off early, and I'll wanna
go home and change.

- Okay.
- Okay.

I can't see the point though,
Baby. You just
can't improve on perfection.

- You sweet-talker.
- I love you.

(HOOTING)

- Hey.
- Hey.

- You going to the
bar tonight?
- It's Friday night, ain't it?

Hell, would you look at that?

Son of a...

It's okay if them things
get a little grease on them.

I know. But these are
my new ones.
I wanted to keep them nice.

EARL: My best friend, Jimbo,
he's what folks around here...

...refer to as a
bird of a different feather.

I've known him as long
as I can remember.

That really chaps my ass.

EARL: But even I have to admit
sometimes I find him
a little peculiar.

- What do you think?
- Not bad.

Not bad? Are you kidding,
Earl?

That is some
USDA Grade A prime
right there.

- You know, I think
maybe he's gay.
- Shut up.

I'm serious, Jimbo.
You want me to ask around?

- No.
- I don't mind.

I said no.

EARL: Jimbo's been openly gay
for six years but has yet
to go out on even one date.

We could go on a double date,
catch a movie, go bowling.

I said no, damn it.

I don't claim to be an expert
on homosexuality, Jimbo...

...but I hear being attracted
to men is
only one part of the equation.

I got work to do, Earl.

(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIREN BLARES)

- Earl.
- Something wrong, Andy?

Yeah, there is.
There is something real wrong.

- Look, if is about the beer...
- Beer?

- You got beer?
- I know it's wrong but...

- Can I have one?
- You want a beer?

I don't think just one
will hurt, do you?

I appreciate it.

EARL: Now, I don't know
exactly how Andy got elected
six months ago...

...but I do know nobody
meant for it to happen.

It's like the ugly girl who
gets picked for prom queen.

Some a-hole thinks
it's a funny idea and
nominates her...

...and then other people
vote for her, thinking
no one else will, and soon...

...the school is stuck
with Sheriff Andy
for prom queen.

(BURPS) Okay.
We'll see you, Earl.

Andy? Did you stop me
for a reason?

I almost forgot.

You know that feller
that killed your daddy?

- Yes, sir.
- ANDY: They let him out
of jail yesterday.

I was particularly concerned
because them boys
in Huntsville...

...they said they found
your name...

...scratched all over
into the walls
of this feller's cell.

I'll find you.

Well, you take care
there now, Earl.
Okay? We'll see you.

If you see Junior, would you
tell him I'm looking for him?

What'd he do?

He didn't come in and finish
his community service today.

That is a parole violation.

He better get in touch
with me, or he's liable
to find himself back in jail.

Will do, Andy.

I hate to admit that the idea
of my daddy's killer
coming back...

...gave me pause.

Hadn't he done enough?

I didn't believe he'd
still be harboring thoughts
of revenge for a 6- year-old.

But to be honest, a more
immediate problem was
about to make itself known.

(COUNTRY SONG PLAYING)

Hey.

Hey, baby.

- I like that shirt, Jimbo.
- Thank you. It's my new one.

Look at Raylene.
She looks like she's
having fun.

- Dance with me.
- No, I don't feel like it.

- You never do. Please?
- I worked all day.

You are such a dud, I swear.
You're 23 going on 80.

- Because I don't feel
like dancing?
- You never feel like dancing

or doing anything else
for that matter.

Come on, Jimbo,
dance with me.

- Please?
- Okay. All right.

EARL: Baby's always warning
me that I'll end up like
everyone else in this town.

But what she don't realize
is that I don't think
that's a bad thing.

I like the way people
are here.

Of course,
there's always an exception.

- Hey, Earl.
- Junior.

Hey, I like that shirt.

- Get you some new boots,
did you?
- Yep, I did.

EARL: Junior is Baby's cousin,
which is the only
reason I tolerate him.

- Hey. Where's your sister at?
Huh?
- Don't call her that.

All right. Calm down.

- The sheriff's looking
for you.
- What? How come?

You're supposed to finish
your community service today.

Yeah, right.
I almost forgot about that.

If you don't take care
of that,
you'll end up back to jail.

Okay, I know.
Say, tell you what.
Let me buy you a beer.

(WHISTLES)
Smyrna! Come over here!

Ain't you the big spender.
What'd you do,
win the lottery?

Yeah, I did.
I won the lottery.

- Good guess.
- Hey, Earl.

- Hey, Smyrna.
- Hey, Smyrna.

- What do you want, Junior?
- I wanna buy Earl a few beers.

- You don't have credit here
anymore.
- I don't need credit.

You take one of these
$100 bills...

...and you keep them beers
coming all night long.

- You can have
what's left over.
- Aren't you the generous one.

Watch this. Hey, Smyrna!

Use a couple of them quarters
and call me some time.

- Yeah, right.
- That's funny, Earl, right?

- So you won that money?
- Yeah.

- Congratulations.
That's fantastic.
- Thanks.

- Say, what were the
winning numbers?
- What's that?

Your winning numbers.
I'm sure you can
remember them.

Winning numbers...
Yeah, I remember them.

Let's see. It's all
coming back to me now.
Let's see, there's a...

...one...

...and a two?

- Three?
- Okay, that's it, come on.

- Where to?
- We're taking a walk.

I ain't going nowhere.
I got two beers coming.

No, Earl, I wanna... Ow!

- Where you two going?
- Nowhere.

Junior's not feeling so hot.
We're going out for some air.

- What's wrong, Junior?
- My ear hurts.

He banged his head.
It's nothing
a little fresh air won't cure.

We'll be right back, Baby.

(GROANING)

- You're hurting my ear.
- I ought to do worse.

- It ain't that big a deal.
- Oh, really?

That's funny,
because in my book
stealing money is a big deal.

- Where'd you get it at?
- Nowhere.

Okay, if that's the way
you want it.

(WHIMPERING)

Now you know that Baby
put me in charge
of looking out for you, right?

Where did you get the money?

- Let me go.
- Tell me where you got it.

Okay, okay, fine.
Tink and me stole it.

- Tinker?
- Yeah.

- When did he get out of jail?
- A few weeks ago, I guess.

Watch out, because he's got
a score to settle with you.

EARL: Years ago, I stopped
at a liquor store so Tinker
and Junior could get whiskey.

Turns out, they had
something else in mind.

TINKER: Armed robbery.
Everybody, get them up.

Goddamn.

Now since I wasn't
all that thirsty...

Hey! Look, Earl's gone.

...and I never volunteered
to be the getaway
driver in a holdup...

- Where you going, Earl?
- Earl!

...I figured them boys could
make it on foot.

For Chrissake!

EARL:
Tinker got three to five.

Junior, 'cause it was his
first offense, just got six
weeks in juvenile hall.

And as for me, I did
my share of time as well.

Sex? Is that what you want,
Earl? Sex?

All right, then.

Wait. Junior's still in jail,
ain't he?

- Now come on, Baby...
- Good night.

EARL: It was the longest
six weeks of my life.

What'd you do,
rob a liquor store?

No. I told you I was through
robbing liquor stores.

- We robbed
a pizza-delivery guy.
- What?

Tink figured we'd take care
of dinner and get some
spending money in one shot.

Strange thing, though.
In the guy's car...

...we found about 20 grand,
plus some drugs.

- No pizza, though.
- Good Lord, Junior,
you are dumb.

Dumb? I ain't dumb.

- You're dumb.
- Shut up.

Where's the money at now?

- Tink and me split it up.
- And the drugs?

Tink's got them.

Let's go see Tinker.

What for?

Okay.

That's right, who's your
daddy now,
Mr. Panasonic?

- EARL: Hey, Tinker.
- What?

How was your vacation?

(LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY)

Real funny.

Glad you came by.

Planning on finding
you anyhow.

That's a hell of a job
of detective work.
You found me, Sherlock.

You mind if we come in?

Let me think about it.

Damn.

I'm not your woman.

Morning, sunshine.

I'm gonna kill you, Earl.

Why don't we put that one
off till later? We have
another matter to discuss.

What's that?

It's a little matter
of some drugs and money.

- You idiot, you told him!
- He beat it out of me, Tink.

I got nothing to say about it.

I planned on doing most
of the talking anyhow.

So talk.

Well, I'm gonna do you
and Junior a favor.

I'm gonna hang onto the drugs
and what's left
of the money...

...till whoever they
belong to comes for them.
And believe me, they'll come.

I can handle it myself.

Maybe you can,
maybe you can't.

- Either way, I'm taking
that stuff.
- You ain't taking crap.

Yeah, I am. I had Junior
load it all in my truck
while you was knocked out.

Gotta tell you,
it's a great hiding spot.

No one would ever think
to look in your closets.

Guess what?
I got a little present
for you.

You're not looking for this,
are you?

I figured I ought to take
that too, it being
a parole violation and all.

Give me my hat.

- I'm gonna kill the shit
out of you.
- So you said.

Let's go, Junior.

(YELLING)

Wait a minute!

I promised to sell
them drugs already, all right?

Told an old friend
about how monkey-fart
and I hit the jackpot.

He said, this stuff's
any good at all,
he'd give me 50 grand for it.

Fifty grand, Earl.
Fifty grand!

Fifty grand, Earl.
Fifty grand.

Now everybody just calm down.

You give me that stuff back,
cut you in for a share.

- He'll cut you in, Earl.
- Cut you in, Earl.

Who's this friend of yours?

Just this guy I met back
in prison.

- What do you say?
- Come on, Earl,
what do you say?

- What do you say?
- Come on.

I say forget it.
You don't wanna mess
around with fellas like this.

If they find you and
you don't have their
goodies, they'll kill you.

But that's not my problem.
Let's go.

No, wait. This ain't
the kind of guy
that you wanna disappoint.

If he's such a good friend,
he'll understand.

This is just the kind of
behavior I should expect...

...from a guy who's dating
his own damn sister.

- You done talking to me
for good?
- BABY: Maybe.

- I said I was sorry
for running off.
- Where did you go?

- Junior and I had to
take a drive.
- Where to?

- I don't wanna talk
about this.
- You wanted to talk.

- Not about that, okay?
- Fine.

- Let's talk about Los Angeles.
- Those my only two choices?

You promised me
we was going to L.A.

I know, but that takes money,
and money
we just ain't got right now.

We've been saving up forever.
We got $2,011 in the bank.

- That ain't enough.
- When's it gonna be enough?

I don't know. When it is,
I guess.

I'm going.

- What?
- I'm going.

- When?
- Tuesday.

Tue... But...

I'm gonna be an actress
on a soap opera.

My acting coach says
I can be the next Susan Lucci.

You pay me $40 a month,
I'm gonna tell you
the exact same thing.

- Come on...
- Don't touch me.

I was talking about him,
Baby, not you.

I think those soap operas
would be lucky to have
you, and that's the truth.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I'd like it if you came too.

Why the rush, Baby?
Why Tuesday?

I've been doing some research.

Them networks, they got
this thing
called "sweeps weeks" soon...

...where they try and outdo
one another to get viewers.

Them networks will be
desperate for new
stars to reel in viewers.

If we leave Tuesday, that puts
us in L.A. three days
before sweeps weeks starts.

That'll give me three days
to get a part on a soap opera.

If you ain't living,
you're dying.

I wanna live,
Earl, so I'm going.

With or without you.

Mad at me?

No, Baby, I ain't mad.

Well, how come
you're so quiet?
What are you thinking about?

I don't know.
A lot of things, I guess.

Like what?

Like I got a lot of things
to take care of...

...if I'm moving out
to Los Angeles on Tuesday.

You think I'd let you move
by yourself, have a movie
star snatch you away?

- I can't believe we're going.
- I just gotta take care
of some things.

- As long as you're done
by Tuesday.
- Yes, ma'am.

I love you, Earl.

I love you too, Baby McClean.

But I don't really feel
like playing football tonight.

I ain't in the mood
for football.

Oh, no?

But when I do play,
I prefer to be skins.

I guess we're playing
for the same team then.

Pull!

Shit!

- Pretty close.
- Whenever you're ready.

Pull!

Shit!

Almost, sir.
You almost got him.

Listen, I wanna get
straight on this.

You let these sonbitches
get away with my drugs
and $20,000 of my money?

They snuck up on me,
Mr. Smith. But I know
how we can find them.

How are we gonna find them?

Well, I saw the one guy,
the dumb one...

...he had his name
spelled out on his belt.
It said "Junior."

Buck! When we get back,
find Junior and his partner.

I'm talking about in a
New York City minute.

- Yes, sir, Mr. Smith.
- Okay.

Pull!

Mr. Smith, we're out
of birds, sir.

I put 10 birds in there.
We're out?

Yes, sir, we're out of them.

Well...

- Can I go now?
- Huh? Yeah, yeah, okay.

- You can go, Roy.
- Thanks, Mr. Smith.

Roy? Roy, hang on a minute.

If you wouldn't mind
heading out that way
across my property...

- That way?
- Yeah.

Maybe you could run
a zigzag pattern
while you do it.

- Zigzag?
- I'd appreciate it.

Pull.

I said, pull. Damn it, pull!

- Pancakes for my pudding pie.
- You wanna tell them,
or should I?

- WAYNE: Tell us what?
- We're moving to Los Angeles.

What you wanna go do
a damn fool thing
like that for?

What, with natural disasters
and all. What they
got that we ain't got?

- Good one, Wayne.
- BABY:
There's lots to do there.

There's tons. You can't be
no soap opera actress here...

We don't need no
soap opera actor in Bennett.

What with you engaged to
your brother and me with
this steel plate in my head.

- And she's seeing UFOs.
- I said I thought I saw one.

This ain't no soap opera,
Daddy. This is a
Jerry Springer episode.

Next you'll be wanting
to move up to Shit-cago.

- Good one, Wayne.
- Don't be silly.

I tell you, you move out there
and you'll be dead in a week.

- With the riots, fires...
- (CAR HONKING)

I'm serious.

- That's Jimbo. I gotta go.
- Where to?

I gotta take care of
a couple things. I'll be back.

See you later, Earlene.

JIMBO: Hurry up, sunshine.

What's in the bag there?

Just your usual tote bag
contents,
money and drugs.

Yeah, right.

Holy... Earl, what are
you doing with that?

Two words for you, Jimbo,
Junior and Tinker.

What are you doing with
them two idiots?

Nothing. I'm gonna stash
this till its owner comes.
I don't want it around.

I don't blame you,
but where will you stash it?

Is that it?

Unless you wanna bowl
a couple of frames.

Well, loser buys beer?

If your fragile ego can handle
another ass-whupping.

Ass-whupping?
Boy, I'm drinking
free tonight.

Dam, Jimbo!

I hope you brought extra
cash, 'cause all these
strikes are making me thirsty.

If you bowled
as well as you bullshit,
you'd make money at it.

Maybe when Baby
and I move to L.A.
I'll become a pro bowler.

Yeah, if you move to L.A.
You've talked about that
for a year.

Get out of Dodge.

Baby thinks I've put it
off too long.
She set a deadline.

- Really? When? Like in
a month or two?
- Nope. More like Tuesday.

Earl, that's just...
That's just crazy, man.

That's what I said,
right before I agreed to it.

If you don't wanna go,
why don't you put
your foot down?

I've been asking myself
the same question.

And?

Baby's under the impression
that we're wasting our
lives here in Bennett...

...and I'm starting
to think she's right.

- It's that so?
- Yeah.

There's gotta be more
out there
than Bennett has to offer.

It can't hurt to check.
If I don't,
I'll wake up at age 60...

...and all I'll have to show
for my life will be a
closetful of dirty overalls.

- Yeah, like me, right?
- No, sir.

Not like you, Jimbo,
because you never get
any dirt on your overalls.

- We gonna bowl?
- What's the point?

Beer. That's the point.

I'll buy you and Baby
all the beer in the world...

...and call it a going-away
present.
How about that?

I'll call you later.

Hey there, monkey dick.

- What do you want?
- What do I want?
Just a bit of this.

Come on. Let's take
a walk there, boy.

Look what you done
to my damn nose, Earl!

What did you expect me to do?

- You gonna pay for it.
- Whatever you say.

- I want my stuff back.
- All that stuff is stolen.

I'll get you killed
or back in jail.

Thanks for your consideration,
but I ain't asking you.

I can't give you that stuff.
I just hid it.

See? Now we're getting
somewhere.
Where did you hide it?

- I ain't about to tell
you that.
- I ain't playing.

Neither am I.
I promised Baby I'd keep
Junior out of trouble.

That's exactly what
I'm gonna do.

I can't get enough of you.

You always think you're
so damn smart, don't you?

Let me ask you,
how smart will you be
with them brains blown out?

How about that, tough guy?

Now, come on. Let's me
and you think this through.

You do the thinking,
I'll do the shooting.

If you blow my brains out,
how are you gonna find out
where I hid that stuff?

Goddamn it, Earl.

I got a meeting to go to!
I gotta meet this
guy in 20... What time is it?

I ain't telling you where
I hid it, so shoot me,
or quit wasting my Saturday.

All right.

Damn it!

- Tell me where it is.
- No.

God... Sidewinding snake...

Oh, damn it, Earl.

I hate you, Earl.

BABY:
Earl, you out here, babe?

You out here?

- TINKER: Looks like
I caught me a break.
- Tinker.

- Damn.
- Hey there, Baby.

Earl! Get her off of me!

- Get her off!
- Baby, just cool down.

Shut the hell up!
You're next for getting us
involved in all this.

I'm serious as a stroke!

- All right now, come on, Baby.
- Earl, let me go.

- You better let me go.
- Don't do it, or I'll
shoot that hellcat.

All right, here, take
this duct tape.

- I know I left it down here.
- Tinker.

- Tape her hands
behind her back.
- Earl Crest, don't you dare.

- I'm sorry, angel.
- Tinker, you're still
a damn idiot.

How'd they like that
small willie of yours
in prison?

- Tape her mouth shut!
- Once an idiot,
always an idiot.

Ain't that right, Earl?

- I'm serious.
If you do this...
- I'm sorry, angel.

You go in there
and get my things.
And no funny business.

Or I'll shoot this
pretty little hellcat
of yours.

- No funny business.
- That's right. Go on now.

Move them little legs of
yours!
I got a train to catch.

(TINKER BARKING)

Girl.

I like you a lot better
like this.

You settle down.
I gotta ask you a question.

If Earl has a tiny little
pecker,
you just don't say nothing.

Watch it, now.
All right, all right,
settle down now.

You're one fine-looking woman.
There's only one thing
I like better.

That's a fine-looking woman
bound and gagged.

You got a behind on you
that reminds me of two 5- pound
bags of packed sugar...

...and I got me a sweet tooth.

What'd you say?
After all this is over...

...we ditch your loser fiance.

Maybe...

How about that?

Watch out now.

I'm the one with the gun.

- Tinker!
- What?

It's all in there?
Why don't you open it up
and show me there.

Holy moly.

Now, Earl, where's my.45?

I left it at the house.

You left it at the house.
Maybe you went in the bowling
alley and hid it on you.

Does it look like
I hid it on me?

Put your damn shirt
down and get in.

All right, Earl.

Let's go!

Come on!

What the hell are
you doing, Tinker?

Calling you out, boy.
Leaving you here.

- Well, what about Baby?
- What about her?

You gonna leave her with me
or take her home?

I'll leave her on some road

after I show her
what it's like to be
with a real man.

- Watch your mouth.
- Watch your mouth.
Watch that temper.

Could get you shot.

If you think I'm gonna let
you leave with Baby,
you're crazy.

I don't know how you plan
to stop me.
Unless you got super powers...

...you ain't told me about.

Are you bulletproof, Earl?

You're a big tough guy.

I told you I would kill you.
You didn't believe me.

You never believe me.

Do you know the best way
to shoot a man?

Before he knows it's coming.

(SCREAMS)

Earl, honey, are you okay?

Damn him!

Hold on. I'm gonna go
run that scumbag over,

and then we'll
get you a doctor.

Baby. Angel.

- What is it, sweetie pie?
- Do you think you could
just help me up?

Yeah.

- Damn.
- Come on, baby.

You know what?
I think maybe
you got him already.

Maybe, but I'll just go
make sure.

Nobody shoots my fiance
and gets away with it.

- All right.
You know what, Baby?
- What?

I'm not really... Baby?

I'm not feeling so hot here,
so you think we
could just go to the doctor?

Anything you want, baby.

He shot you point blank?
That is some sorry damn
shooting, if you ask me.

Tell that idiot to take
shooting lessons before he
tries to kill anybody else.

Don't be too disappointed,
doc.

- Earl? You okay?
- Yeah.

It's it Tink?
I'm gonna kill him.

- I think Baby might've
beat you there.
- BABY: You damn right.

- Jimbo.
- Hey, Gramps.

You look good. Reminds me
of myself when I was young.

Keep an eye on this one.
He might steal that
cute thing away from you.

I ain't gonna steal
Earl's gal.

How many times
do I have to tell you?
I'm gay.

I'm gay.

No, Gramps, I'm queer.

- Hey, Earl.
- Hey, Flossie.

- Forget it.
- Baby.

- Flossie.
- Earl?

Sheriff Andy wants to ask you
a few questions
about the shooting.

You better come along too,
Baby.

You think?

- So Jimbo,
what about that Flossie?
- I'm gay.

I hear you.

Raylene will be so jealous
that I was questioned for
killing Tinker Johnson.

I don't think you ought
to mention anything
about running Tinker over.

Well, how come?

It's not the sort of thing
you wanna tell the police
unless you have to.

- Let them find out
on their own, okay?
- All right.

MAN: I'll find you.

Something wrong, Earl?

You ever get that feeling
like you're being watched?

You mean by, like, horny guys?

No.

Let's go see the sheriff.
Damn.

That's good! Now who shot you?

It was Tinker Johnson.

Well, I'll tell you what,
I intend to get to the
bottom of this meatloaf...

...and then you and me
will figure out this
whole shooting deal, okay?

Take your time.

- You don't want a bite?
It's delicious.
- No, thanks.

Just take a minute.

If that.

So now, you say it was
Tinker Johnson that shot you?

What would he wanna go do
a fool thing like that for?

He was getting revenge
for that time...

...I left him outside
that liquor store
he was robbing.

He told Junior
he'd settle with me.
I guess he did.

Well, that's good enough
for me.

Now don't you worry
about a thing...

...because yours truly
is a-fixing
to go find Mr. Tinker Johnson.

First thing tomorrow.

- Tomorrow?
- Well, yeah.

The mayor's having
that banquet tonight.

It's my official duty
to be there.

You understand.

Let's go, Baby.

Y'all take care now.

(GROANS)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

- Hello?
- Hey, Earl.

Don't you "Hey, Earl" me,
Junior.
I got shot trying to help you.

Yeah, I remember that.
I'm sorry.

I appreciate that.
An apology is just exactly
what my bullet wound needs.

Enough of these pleasantries.
The shit has hit the fan!

They said they's gonna
kill me!

They was here this
morning when I woke up.
They punched my face in...

...tore down my
Dixie Chicks poster.

They said if I didn't give
them back the drugs
and money, I was dead!

(SOBBING)
But anyway, enough of me.
How about you?

All right, just calm down.
Fudge in your britches
ain't gonna help matters.

I need that stuff back, Earl.
You got it?

I got snot coming out of
my nose.
I mean, I'm scared, you know?

I got the stuff right here.
Sit tight, and I'll be over.

Okay. Tell Baby I said hi.

BABY:
♪ Amazing grace

♪ How sweet the sound

♪ That saved
a wretch like me... ♪

What are you doing walking in
on a lady's private bath?

I heard the voice of an angel.
Thought I should investigate.

Stop.

- You going somewhere?
- Yeah, I gotta go see Junior.

Want me to come?
It's my day off.

I don't intend on killing
anybody today, so your
services won't be needed.

That ain't fair.
I only killed Tinker for you.

I know it. My bullet wound
hurts, and I guess
I'm mad at the world today.

- I appreciate
your running over Tinker.
- Anytime.

Can I ask you a question,
Baby?

- Without you getting mad?
- Maybe. What?

Of all the places
we can move to,
why Los Angeles?

If you're trying to get
out of going...

I ain't. I'm just wondering.
Why?

Well, lots of reasons!

I can be a soap opera actress.
There's tons to do,
and it's got perfect weather.

- I've been doing me
some research.
- Like what?

We can go to Disneyland
and Universal Studios...

...and some place called
Mann's Chinese Food Theater.

- You don't like Chinese food.
- Nope.

Maybe I won't mind it so much
if the movie's good.

You know what I wanna do
first thing when we pull into
town?

- What's that?
- I wanna see the ocean.

- You've already seen
the ocean.
- I've seen the Gulf of Mexico.

I wanna pull into town at dawn
and sit on the beach...

...and watch the sun come up
over our new life together.

- Don't that sound nice?
- Yeah.

Yeah, it does.

Okay.

I'll see you when I get back.

Don't let Junior get you
into no trouble now.

- I won't.
- Okay.

I love you, Baby McClean.

I love you back.

JUNIOR: They said
they's gonna kill me.

How'd you think it worked?
You steal drugs and money...

...from drug dealers
and killers, they're
gonna throw you a party?

- I'm too young to die.
- No one's gonna die.

- How long did they give you?
- Till tonight.

- They'll call and tell me
what to do.
- All right then.

Why don't you just wake me up
when they call?

Damn it, Junior.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

- Hello?
- MAN: Is this Junior?

- This is me.
- Where's my stuff?

- Okay.
- I want my stuff.

Hold on. Earl wants to
talk to you.

Earl. Wake up. It's them.

Hello? This is Earl.

Shoot.

Yeah, I know where that is.

See that bald-headed one
with the goatee,
acts like he's in charge?

That's the guy who beat
my face up and made
me feel bad about myself.

But if he hadn't brung
them other two boys
with him...

...I'd have been punching
his face up.

I know I never was much
of a fighter, but I learned
a lot in the big house.

- Jabbing, dodging...
- Junior.

You were in juvenile detention
for 60 days.

- You learn quick in there.
- Shut your mouth.

You thought you could steal
from my boss?

- These boys
just made a mistake.
- You got that right, Earl.

Earl.

- About $2,000
missing from here.
- Here's the deal.

Hey, it's all right.

I wasn't brought in
on this thing till
a couple of days afterwards.

I guess these boys
spent a little of that money.

This is unacceptable.

I don't know what to say.
You just...

Don't say nothing, ese.

I'm a reasonable man.
I'll tell you
what I'm gonna do.

Since your friend
was the pendejo
that stole the money...

...I'm gonna take
$2,000 from him.

In body parts!
$100 a finger
sound fair to you?

No, hold on! Hold on! Hold on!

I can get you that money.

I can't do it tonight because
the banks are closed.
How about tomorrow?

Let me think.

- No.
- (WAILS)

Everybody just calm down here.

How about I go post the
limit on a bunch of ATMs and
see if I can get the money?

Okay, go get me my money,
homes.

All right.

- I'll be back.
Come on, Junior.
- No.

I'll keep the stupid one
here, ese.

But just so you won't be
lonely,
I'll send my vato with you.

Have a nice time.

I gotta make a call.

- Hello?
- Baby, it's me.

- About time you called.
I was worried.
- I'm sorry.

- Where you at?
- I'm in town right now.

I just checked the bank
account balance, and it says
we only got $1,900 in there.

Right. I bought a bunch
of boxes
and packing stuff.

Why'd you go and do that?

We need boxes.
We can't move all of our stuff
to L.A. without boxes.

- You mad?
- No, Baby, I ain't mad.

- Junior won't be
too happy about it.
- Junior?

The girl who broke my heart,
her name was Junior!

- Earl?
- There you go.

What the hell is this?

I was hoping you'd take
that personal check,
and I'd deposit $100 tomorrow.

What do you say?

JUNIOR: A personal check?

You put a personal check
in a goddamn envelope, Earl!

Why didn't you take out
your crayons and draw
a picture of my pinkie finger

and stick that
in an envelope!

You're starting
to piss me off, Junior.

I got shot trying to help you.
Now I gave away
$2,000 of our money.

- It was only $1,900.
- I mean, she's gonna kill me.

All so you could keep
your limbs. If it wasn't for
me, you'd be one big head.

You couldn't scrape together
a hundred extra dollars
to save my pinkie finger?

I didn't see you throw in
any of your money.

A personal check!
A personal check, Earl?

(SCREAMS)

I've had enough out of you.
Give me them boots.

- Give me them
shiny, new boots.
- How come?

You spent some of that
$2,000 on them, I paid $2,000
back. So they're mine now.

I think that was $1,900.

- Give me the boots.
- No!

- Give me the boots.
- No!

You ain't taking my boots!

Okay, you're breaking my legs.

- Your hair's messed up!
- Give me them.

Okay, okay, take them!

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

Them boots cost more
than my pinkie finger!

- Shut your mouth, Junior.
- I hate you!

You owe me a pinkie finger!
You owe me a pair of boots!

EARL: If not for Baby,
I'd have drowned you!

JUNIOR: For your information,
I can swim.

MAN: I'll find you.

Little boy.

I'll get you!

I'll find you!

Earl Crest?

Hey, sweetie.

You gonna be okay by yourself?
I'm going to work.
Wayne and Marie are gone.

I told Whitey that you
was shot and couldn't make
it in.

- Thanks.
- Junior wants to talk to you.

- Just hang up on him.
- I can't. He's waiting
in the kitchen.

It looks like someone
beat him up, but he
told me he just fell, so...

I guess Junior's had
a rough couple of days.

I'm taking the truck, okay?

Junior.

Get your boots off my table,
Junior.

Good night, son,
what happened to your face?

I got beat the hell up again
this morning.

They decided a pinkie finger
wasn't payment enough?

- It wasn't by them a-holes
from last night.
- Then who was it?

By them guys
Tink and me stole the drugs
and money from.

- What?
- You gave the stuff
to the wrong guys.

- What?
- I don't know who them
other boys was.

This morning, I woke up
to a scary little man...

...with a Uzi and a set of
brass knuckles.

You said those were the boys
to give the stuff to.

- I thought they was.
- You thought?

I'm sorry. I mean, who else
was gonna show up
on my doorstep...

...and demand the drugs
and money I stole from them?

Tinker.

What happened to your face?

- I fell?
- Off a building?

No.

Yeah. Yeah.

We need to ask you a favor.

Still got that shotgun?

You know I do.

EARL: I hated to involve
anyone else in Junior's mess,
but given the size of it...

...and the fact
that I was shot,
I figured I'd need help.

I told Jimbo it was time
not to be nice.

Earl! Hey, fellas! Look what
your skanky woman done to me.

She'll be sorry to hear
that the damage
was so minimal.

So who fixed you up?

This nice fella who found me
on the side of the road.

Took me
to the animal hospital.

It's that where you called
that friend of yours from?

I don't know
what you talking about.

You called your friend that
you promised to sell them
drugs to from the hospital.

And that's who Junior and I
met with last night.

Maybe that's for me to know
and you to shut up
your damn head!

The fella those drugs actually
belong to wants them back.

But we can't deliver them
to him
because your buddy has them.

(MOCKING)

- What's his name?
- I ain't telling!

(BLOWING RASPBERRY)

How about that one? (GROANING)

His name is Juan Vasquez!
All right?

There. Now we're getting
somewhere.

Why don't y'all just get out!

You wouldn't know where
Juan Vasquez lives, would you?

I don't know. Maybe I do...

...maybe I don't.
I ain't figure to...
(SCREAMS)

You know somethin', Earl?

I told Vasquez
just to kill you
after he got them drugs.

He said we needed
somebody around to take the
fall for them other fellas.

In the end, I said,
I don't care who kills you...

- ...so long as
you end up dead.
- I hear you.

Why don't we quit wasting time
and go see these boys?

How about I stay right here
and keep
the engine running...

- Nope.
- Nope.

- Is that for me?
- Yep.

I can't shoot nobody
if my gun ain't loaded.

Exactly.

I ain't going in without
no bullets in my gun.

- Yeah, you are.
- Yeah, you are.

Good God!

If I give you a loaded pistol,
somehow you'd get one
of them bullets into me.

- I will not. Bang!
- (GUN CLICKS)

Tinker, you don't go
running off now.

Running off?
I got a busted leg...
You get back...

- Hey, Tinker?
- What?

There ain't no smoking
in Jimbo's car.

Hey, I'm on fire!

- You killed my jam box!
- I hate that Tejano shit.

- What the shit?
- Don't move,
or I'll shoot you.

- You're dead, homes!
- Sit on down.
I said sit down.

- Where's that stuff?
- What stuff?

The stuff we let you borrow
last night. Where is it?

I ain't telling.

- It's in the kitchen.
- EARL: Junior?

- What?
- Lower it, Junior!

Go into the kitchen and
make sure all the drugs
and money are still there.

Okay.

What kind of pathetic
criminals
are you boys?

The kind that are gonna
carve you up.

It's all here, Earl. $19,900.

That reminds me,
where's my pinkie finger at?

I threw it out the window
on the way home, ese.

EARL: The way I figure it,
Junior is owed some
recompense for his finger.

How much you figure
that finger is worth to you?

- This here phone.
- All right. It's yours.

Thanks, Earl. This phone
is better than a pinkie finger
any day of the week.

EARL:
You fellas have a nice day.
JIMBO: Adios.

The look on them boys' faces,
they was red-hot!

We won't be invited
for a fiesta anytime soon.

- That one was cute.
- Which one?

The one that threatened us.
Think he's gay?

I have my doubts, Jimbo.

- Where're we gonna
take that bag?
- I got it wrote down.

- It's that where
we're going to now?
- EARL: Nope.

Tink?

Shit!

- Hey, Tinker?
- What's up, Earl?

There's no smoking
in Jimbo's car.

- Junior, move over.
- Get your big, dumb leg
in the car.

EARL: Someone once said
that being fearless was
the same as being stupid...

...that having courage
didn't mean
that you ain't afraid.

Rather, that having courage
meant being afraid...

...but still being able to do
what needs doing despite it.

Faced with what I was
about to be faced with...

...I was scared.
Terrified, even.
But it had to be done.

Should've parked
in the handicap spot.

Your mental retardation
don't count
towards handicap parking.

Look! I'm a frigging amputee.

I ain't never parking
in a regular space ever again.

- Hey, Earl.
- Hey there, Raylene.
Is Baby around?

She's in the back
doing inventory
and watching her soaps.

But if I was you,
I'd leave while you still can,
Earl.

Hey there, Baby.

Don't you "Hey, Baby" me.

- Where's our moving money?
- That's what...

- Where's our moving money?
- Just calm down.

- It's in the back
of Jimbo's car.
- Why isn't it in the bank?

Junior needed it,
or else these fellas were
gonna cut off his limbs.

I ain't in the mood for
any jokes!

Just calm down.
I got it in the back
of Jimbo's car.

I don't care why
you took it out...

...just get it out of his car
and put it back
where it belongs!

I can't do that.
Junior still needs it.

BABY: Really?

Junior. Junior!

- You need my
moving-to-L.A. money?
- No.

See that? Junior said
he don't need it.

I want you to go back
and put that money back
in the bank.

- (STAMMERING)
- I don't want excuses.

We're moving
at sunup tomorrow. 16 hours.

- I understand that.
- I've given my notice.

- No backing out now.
- You got to listen...

- Earl!
- But, angel...

- Earl!
- Baby...

- Earl!
- Okay.

- Let's go, fellas.
- Junior, get!

I think it's time for us
to get, boys.

That's right,
you first, Junior.

He's a good man, Baby.
He's just bad with money.

- Go!
- Are you mad?

EARL: Right now, boy.

- You better
keep his ass in line.
- Baby.

Come here, you...

Didn't I kill you once
already, boy?

So you don't need
that $2,000 now.
Good to know.

- What are you talking about?
- You told Baby
that you didn't need it.

- I lied.
- No kidding.

I need that money
or else they're gonna kill me.

Then why didn't you
just say that to Baby?

I'm a dead man, Earl!
I'm a dead man!

- That's goddamn pathetic.
- Tinker, get your big leg
in the car!

- JIMBO: We ain't going
to the bank, are we?
- No.

- Baby's gonna be awful mad.
- She made me look after
stupid there.

I ain't stupid. You're stupid.

- What's that?
- Nothing.

You're dumber than Junior
if you plan on walking in
and giving that bag back.

I ain't dumb. You're dumb.

You're so dumb, they had
to burn down the school
to get you out of third grade!

We walk in there,
they'll shoot us
like fish in a barrel.

Maybe we'll get lucky, Tinker,
and they'll only shoot you.

EARL: I asked myself, why
in the world would I continue
to help a retard like Junior,

who, in the Darwinian view,
will get his self
selected against eventually?

It did cross my mind to take
me and Baby's money and run...

...leaving Junior and Tinker
to lie
in the beds that they made.

In the end, all I can say is,
as much as
I would've liked to...

...it just wasn't in me to do.

In any case, I was going in
unarmed and without a plan...

...which made me wonder
if Junior wasn't the
only retard in the family.

- Y'all bring my things?
- Yes, sir.

- My boy Jim has them
in the bag.
- Now...

Which one of y'all is Junior?

You're a stupid
son of a bitch, aren't you?

Junior was just doing
what Tinker told him to.

That's a lie! Earl, it's been
your idea the whole time.

Not true. Earl went
to Tinker's house
to get your things back.

Shut up, you butt-bumping
primate! It was Earl's
idea the whole time, sir.

Ain't no point
in y'all arguing.
Y'all gonna die.

- Only question is
which one is first.
- Earl.

Okay, then, Earl it is.

That's all right, Jimbo.

You got any last words, Earl?

No, sir.

(CELL PHONE CHIMING)

Could you hold on a second?
It's my new cell phone.

Hello? Hey, Baby,
how you doing?

Yeah. He's standing here
in front of me.

Okay, fine.

Hey, Earl, Baby wants
to talk to you.

- Baby?
- What the hell have you
gotten me into?

What are you talking
about, Baby? How'd you
get this phone number?

I got the number
from the a-holes
that kidnapped me.

Kidnapped?

Hola, homes.

Why did you go
and kidnap my girl, Juan?

I want my stuff back!

I'm sorry.
I don't think
I can do that for you.

- Then I'll shoot
your psycho chick.
- You better not!

Don't touch my girl.

Bring me the goods
in one hour.
We're at the warehouse.

Every minute past that,
I take one of her fingers.

Earl, get over here!
I can't be no soap opera
actress if I'm missing digits!

- Problems?
- You might say that, sir.

Here you go.

You tell your boys
to drop them guns.

Tell them to drop them,
or I'll start shooting.

You told me I'm gonna
die here today, so I got
nothing to lose. Tell them.

TINKER: You tell them.

Here's how you do it.

- What are you doing?
- Getting us out of here.

Get the drugs
and the money, please.

- I don't want to.
- Do it!

EARL: Thanks, Jimbo.

- Today, Junior!
- Sorry.

Hey, I want my cell phone
back.

TINKER:
Give him his cell phone!

Damn it! All right, boys,
let's get.

Mister Money Man,
you're really scared
in your boots now.

Look at his face.
Fellas, look.

(WHOOPING)

Let's go, boys!

Hey! Hey, fellas,
you left a man behind!

- Get in the car!
- Get over.

Go on now.
Get in that car,
you big lummox.

JUNIOR: Is that for me?

- Yep.
- Sure you wanna do that?

No, but we won't get out
of this without a fight.

- Maybe stupid there
can help us.
- Where the hell are we going?

We're gonna go visit
your friend Vasquez, Tinker.

I got a gun!

JIMBO:
That little curly-haired fella
with the Uzi was pretty cute.

- You think he's gay?
- I have my doubts.

- We going to the bar tonight?
- EARL: It's Monday, ain't it?

Yeah, it is.

If I remember correctly,
you owe me a couple
rounds of beer.

Yeah, I guess I do.

If you think I'm leaving
town without collecting on
free beer, you're crazy.

You two ka-diddle-hoppers
stop rubbing ramrods

so we can get down
to business.

You ready to do this thing?

Let's go get
that gal of yours, Earl.

(MUMBLING)

Set your guns down, homes.

Hey, Juan. It's me, Tinker.

I ain't got no guns,
so don't go shooting me.

Three seconds
and counting, pendejos.
Two, one.

(GUN COCKING)

Got a vato, 10:00.

There's one, eleven-ish.
Beaner, 3:00.

Set your guns down
and kick them away, homes!

Kick them away!

Check the bag, Carnal.

It's all here.

You give me a gun, I'll shoot
him now. I got nothing
to lose. I'm with you.

You shouldn't have
got involved, Earl.

I'm thinking
the same thing, ese.

He was talking
about your mama.

- Go on, shoot him.
- Should I shoot him
in the cojones?

Right in his twigs
and berries!

- Right in his balls.
- Right in his beans
and franks.

- What are you doing?
- Brush your teeth.

Boo!

This is messed up stuff
you got me into.

I like you people.
Ricky Martin is great.

Yo quiero Taco Bell.

I pissed myself.

(GUN COCKING)

- Who the hell are you?
- Who the hell are you?

I asked you first, homes.

I'm the guy whose property
you took, homes.

What, that?

There must be some mistake,
cabron.
That property's mine.

There ain't no mistake, puto.
Give me my stuff...

...before one of your boys
shoots off your head.

- (POPS LOUDLY)
- Hold on!

Earl, you all right?

That's gonna leave a mark.

(GROANS)

Looky here.

- You're stupid, ese.
- I ain't stupid.

You're stupid.

- (BULLET RICOCHETS)
- Ahhh!

(GRUNTING)

- Earl got us in a mess
this time.
- Shut up!

We all have
our bad days, Earl.

Looks like this one's yours.

Get him!

(GUNSHOT)

Earl Crest.

I've been thinking about you,
Earl.

Hoping this day would come.

I'll find you.

Eighteen years
is a long time to wait.

(CHUCKLES)

Gun. Sorry.

What in the...

Listen...

...I really did you
and your old man wrong.

He was the one that said...

...if you open your heart
to God,
you'll be redeemed.

I was hoping you could
forgive me
for killing your father.

- You're forgiven.
- Really?

Man! Thank you.

Don't mention it.

Like a happy ending,
like a TV show.

Like Jenny Jones.

The guys in the cellblock
aren't gonna believe it.

Hey, you know that fella
who killed your daddy?

- I think he might be gay.
- You do?

Well, yeah. And he seems
rehabilitated to me too.

If you don't mind,
I wouldn't mind
asking him out on a date.

You be my guest, Jimbo.

Hey, Earl, looky here.
Who can't handle
a freaking gun? Ow!

(GROANS)

- Damn it, Junior.
- Junior!

Sorry, Earl.

- I'm sorry, Baby.
- You shot my fiance!

- I told him I was sorry!
- Not good enough.

- I'm gonna show you
how it feels.
- Hold it, Baby.

What is it, sweetie?

Could you hold off on
shooting Junior so we could
see Doc Craiger right now?

Whatever you want, babe.

Hell.

What did I tell you, Earl?
I told you I was gonna
kill you, didn't I?

Haven't we been through
enough for one night?

It ain't enough
until I say it is enough.
I ain't saying it's enough.

Well, I said, "It's enough,"
but it ain't enough!

That's it, Tinker.

I'm sick of this.
You wanna resolve this?

So shoot me.
Isn't that what you wanna do?

- I wanna shoot you.
- Then shoot me!

- I'm fixing to do it.
- Shoot me right now!

- Shoot me, or I'm taking
that gun off you.
- You ain't taking crap.

I told you,
I'm done with this!

Damn it.

- I'll see you later.
- TINKER: I'm a person too,
you know?

Fine. Leave me here.
I'll shoot you later
when it's a surprise.

(GROANS)

Earl, you ain't just
gonna leave me here.
Come on, look at me.

Junior can call you
an ambulance
on his new cell phone.

All right, that's...
Wait, no.

You leave me here,
I'll tell them
you was part of it!

- Is that so?
- I'll do it!

That sounds like it would be
a case of your word
against mine.

Maybe they'll believe you,
you being a convicted felon.

- I don't know why
they'd believe me.
- Just in case...

...I'm gonna leave
these with you.

You have yourself
a nice night, Tinker.

I hate you, Earl.

So you said.

Bye, Tink.

Where y'all gonna be
without me, anyway?

Earl? Where would Peter Pan be
without Captain Crunch?

Or Robin Hood
without that Sheriff of
Notting guy?

Me and you are
like peas and carrots, Earl!

I think it's going to rain.
What a world.

- Hey.
- Hey, yourself.

How you feeling?

I'm feeling all right,
all bullet wounds considered.

I've been thinking.

I know that you was only going
to L.A. for me,
and I figure...

...if you was willing
to do that for me, then
I could stay here for you.

- I really could.
- I appreciate that, Baby.

But you was right about
us needing to get out
of Bennett in the first place.

- I was?
- Yeah.
If I was to stay here...

...I'm just gonna end up
taking care of everybody
like I've always done.

So I'm starting
to think that...

...maybe I should be looking
after myself for a while.

This is great!
I can be a famous
soap star, and you can be...

What do you wanna be?

I don't know.
That's what
I gotta figure out.

Due to my being shot,
Baby and I postponed
the move until Wednesday.

Doc Craiger got me
all patched up.

I had a second conversation
with Sheriff Andy...

...about my being shot
for the second time
in three days.

Thinking it best
for all concerned
to not tell the whole truth...

...I gilded the lily
just a little.

Baby and I figured it was best
to get while the getting
was good...

...because even an idiot
like Andy might put
two and two together...

...and come up with 20 grand.

(SIREN WAILS)

- Hey there, Andy.
- Baby.

Something wrong?

Yeah, there's something wrong.
Something real wrong.

You two...

You was gonna try to sneak
out of town without even
saying goodbye.

Oh, that. Andy, I'm sorry.
We didn't mean
any offense by it.

It's all right.

By the way,
did you two know...

...that Tinker was involved
in that shootout
the other night?

The one that was
in the papers?

Paramedics was tipped
to the scene
by an anonymous call.

Is that so?

Then he tried to feed me
some cock and bull story...

...about it was Earl
that was involved somehow.

He did, did he?

I told him Earl couldn't
be involved
in no shootout that night...

...because that was the night
Earl got shot by Junior...

...and won all that money
in the lottery.

- Tinker will say anything,
won't he?
- Miss, you got that right.

Well, I want you kids
to take care of yourselves.

- I'll see you.
- Will do, Andy.

Will do.

EARL: Some will say
that the City of Angels,
that's a misnomer, a joke.

They say it's tough to find
a single angel, much less
a savior, near that town.

But me, I disagree.
I say that you just
have to know where to look.

Just so you know,
Baby and I didn't keep
all that money for ourselves.

We gave a fair amount to Jimbo
who used some of it...

...to take out my daddy's
killer for a night of
romance and boot-scooting.

We gave Wayne and my mama
plane tickets and money
for Vegas...

...where they cleaned up
at the craps table.

Until Wayne's luck kicked in
and they lost it all
in the next roll.

We even paid for Junior
to take a firearm-safety
course...

...at the local
shooting range.

(GUNSHOT)

Ow!