Original subtitles

(electronic buzzing music)

- [Trudy] You know, I don't think

that people give much stock

to the stress that tellers go through every single day.

I mean, I'm standing there saying, "Yes, sir, no, sir.

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

I mean, I must handle a ka-zillion dollars

every damn day and none of it is ever mine.

I mean, it's depressin', ain't it?

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

- [Richter] Really?

- [Trudy] Yeah.

- [Richter] You have to wear special shoes?

(chuckling)

- I thought you were rich.

("Hey There" by Sammy Davis, Jr.)

- I love Sammy, don't you?

- Sammy, Sammy?

♪ Hey there

- Sammy Davis, Jr.

♪ You with the stars in your eyes ♪

- He's dead, right?

- Well, technically speaking.

- I don't listen to dead singers.

Gives me the creeps.

'Cept for the Beatles, but I was about 13

when John Lennon died, but since the majority

of them are still alive, I guess it's okay.

Not that I listen to the Beatles all that much,

even if they do get back together, I don't think--

- [Richter] Here, here, drink up.

- I don't drink wine all that often

if you wanna know the truth.

(chuckling)

♪ Her with her nose in the air

Except for peach coolers on a really hot day.

That could be really nice.

I liked your flavor.

- Trudy, Trudy, Trudy, Trudy.

Let's pretend, hmm?

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

People magazine just photographed our wedding.

The Enquirer had to get shots from the helicopter

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

We've been given wedding gifts worth

hundreds of thousands of dollars,

including the cutest little puppy, a Shih Tzu.

A private jet is taking us to Paris

for the first stop on a six-month honeymoon.

Our suite is filled with roses and champagne.

Biggest bed that you have ever seen.

And now, after what's probably been the greatest day

of either of our lives, there's only one thing

left for us to do.

We're going to fuck ourselves across the sky.

Ugh.

- What happened?

- Nothing, nothing, nothing.

I'm just, I'm involved in a complicated dispute

with the water and power company.

It's okay.

- I'm scared of the dark.

- You're what?

- I'm serious, I'm scared of the dark.

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

- Okay, alright, well listen.

I got some candles here somewhere.

- You know I was just a little girl,

I got locked into this closet and I just

screamed and screamed and screamed

(crashing)

until they let me out of it.

It was really, really frightening.

- No, no, no, please.

No screaming, please.

Hey, just think peaceful little thoughts, alright?

Find a happy place, I'll find a candle.

(clattering)

(mumbling)

(screaming)

(uptempo music)

- Yeah, go ahead and send a reporter,

send a photographer with him.

Yeah, I think we should.

Well, get back to me this afternoon.

Yeah, I think we gotta do this.

Alright, I'll talk to you later.

Help yourself.

You know, to be perfectly honest with you, Richter,

I'm completely in the dark about your attitude.

- I thought you wanted to talk to me

about the piece for the Weekend section.

- Oh, you have your review?

- No, not exactly, but I'm sure I could

get it done lickety split if I had to.

- Well, I'd say we have an attitude problem, wouldn't you?

You been back one month

and you're already missing deadlines.

I call that an attitude.

You're a screw up, Richter.

- I appreciate your forthrightness, sir.

Mr. Liddy, I'll have that review ready

first thing Monday morning.

- [Preston] Oh, and Richter?

- Yeah.

- Our families were friendly.

I want you to keep that in mind.

A favor is a favor.

- I am about to suffer for the usual reasons.

Unnecessary humiliation, wanna come?

- [Louise] What kind of humiliation?

- Mother son.

- Will there be groveling?

- If cornered.

- Good, you drive.

(uptempo music)

So, how was your blind date?

- [Richter] Well, it was abbreviated.

Bill.

- Richter.

- [Richter] Mother.

- I am not in the mood to lend.

- I have a business proposition for you.

- I'd rather lend.

- [Richter] It's regarding the farmhouse.

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

- Well actually, I have a plan.

- A plan?

- If I wanna hear you talk, I'll squeeze you.

- I have a plan.

I'm taking Billy with me this afternoon

to Dallas for the weekend.

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

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

- And stay out of my apartment.

- [Louise] How'd it go?

- Horrifying, but brief.

Whoo.

Shit.

- [Louise] What?

- Bedford and Harmon Shaw.

Big oil got it, or what's left of it.

- My, my, my.

Look what the cat dragged in.

Richter Boudreau.

- [Richter] Mr. Shaw.

- Well, I thought we run you outta town, boy.

- Well, I'm back.

- Yeah, I can see that.

Well, we're gonna have to get together,

have ourselves a little talk sometime soon.

Well.

Welcome back, Richter and good luck to you.

Come on, Bedford.

[Bedford] Goddammit.

- I shtooped his daughter once.

She was a life guard down at the pool.

- The one they sent off to the sanitarium?

- Yeah.

- How did Harmon take it?

- Did not take it well.

- I covered a press conference in his new industrial park.

He's talking to this guy.

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

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

But no one else is talking much

and we're all in earshot.

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

- Yeah.

- Okay.

Joke, what do you get when you cross

a groundhog and a nigger?

Six more weeks of basketball.

- Ho ho.

- Can you believe it?

- What?

He tells nigger jokes?

Yeah, I can believe that.

- No, no, no, no.

What gets me is nobody even mentioned it.

Nobody fuckin' blinked.

It's like he did it on purpose.

- Around here, nobody notices.

- Yeah well, around here everybody tells nigger jokes.

- I don't.

- [Louise] Ah, Richter, there's a woman on your car.

- Oh.

Yeah, that's the first woman that ever broke my heart.

- Richter honey.

How y'all doin'?

- Well, Vicky darlin'.

- It's nice to see you.

I been looking for you all over.

- Well, I been back a month.

- [Vicky] You gonna introduce me to your friend?

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Vicky Stover, this is Louise Brinkman.

She works with me down at the paper.

- Which I never read, but if I did,

I would immediately keep an eye out for your byline.

Is it a Miss Brinkman?

- Thank you, Ms. Stover.

- Mrs.

- So, was that Keith that I saw

driving down 41st the other day?

- Yes, I have heard my big brother's back

from his latest facility.

- How's home life?

- It's fine.

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

Fact is, got ourselves a sitter tonight

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

- Tonight?

- [Vicky] Mmm.

- Actually, I have a review I gotta finish tonight.

- Richter, Ronnie says he wants

to talk to you about something special.

- Me?

- Mmm, business proposition.

Those were his very words.

Listen, Richter.

I really need to get out tonight, even with Ronnie and all.

I miss you.

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

- I swear you are so low.

Oh and Richter, if Ronnie says anything you know,

about you and me going out last Friday,

just go on and say we did.

Just say we went to a show.

Shit, I got a lesson.

- [Richter] Oh, Vicky.

I'm not at the farmhouse this weekend.

I'm out at my mom's apartment housesitting.

- [Vicky] Mmm.

- God I'm stupid.

("Is You Is Or Is You Ain't My Baby" by Louis Jordan)

♪ Is you is

(doorbell ringing)

♪ Or is you ain't my baby

Come in.

♪ Maybe baby's found somebody new ♪

Welcome y'all.

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

♪ My baby's still my baby true

Ooh, nice.

Now why don't we get us a place like this?

Hey Ronnie honey.

- Hey, my man.

- Richt.

What the fuck is that?

You gotta think with your spine, brother.

- Mmm, some people, that's all they got to think with,

isn't it?

- What, is that supposed to be a joke?

- Drink?

- An Absolute-ly.

That's funny.

♪ Is you is

- Who lives here?

- [Richter] My mom and Billy.

- Billy your dad?

- [Richter] Half brother.

- His dad's dead, Ron honey.

- That's right.

- [Vicky] 'Bout 20 years ago.

They weren't real close.

- Yeah, I'd just forgotten.

- He just forgot.

- Listen, you want to get off?

- Told ya I don't do that no more.

- Yeah, you told me.

Richter?

- No, thanks.

- Well, where's the TV?

- In there.

So, how are things?

- Things are fine, just great.

- Yeah, where'd you get that bruise?

- What, this old thing?

I guess I don't know.

I guess I just bump into stuff, huh?

- You know, you don't have to take that.

- Take what?

- Bruise.

- Is that right?

- [Woman On TV] When you discovered that your sister

was, in fact, your mother.

(chattering on TV)

- Wouldn't Daddy be happy to see me now?

You know what he told me?

He was trying to talk me out of it.

I mean, he figured Ronnie for some poor trash,

just chasing all my money.

He goes, "Vicky, that boy's all dick."

(chuckling)

Ronnie wasn't after my money.

Only me.

- So why aren't you getting high with him?

- Quit.

That shit's bad for you.

I quit, I'm serious.

I quit for Clem.

She's just starting to crawl.

She only goes backwards.

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

- Never figured you for a mom.

- Me neither.

- What?

- Oh, I don't know.

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

We had plans, didn't we?

- Well, maybe we could help each other out.

- Yeah?

What, do you wanna run away from home?

- I'm so sick of the fuckin' talk shows.

Come on, Richter, we got some things to talk about.

- Ronnie, listen.

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

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

Is that okay?

- Maybe you could help me with something.

- Well, how do you mean help?

You mean instead of the money?

- Maybe.

See this pouch?

- Um.

- Oh yeah.

(chuckling)

This pouch has got a fuckin' fortune in it.

Alls I gotta do is figure out the details.

- What details?

(chattering on TV)

(mumbling)

(laughing)

Uh, let's just say it's kind of a deal.

- Well, where do I come in?

- You work for a newspaper.

I need access to the medias.

- Media, it's already plural.

Ronnie?

Ronnie?

- What?

Yeah.

- Well, okay that's just swell, Ronnie.

I'll tell you what.

You just let me know when, and I'll put

the medias on full scale alert.

- This ain't funny, Richter.

(tense music)

I ain't stupid.

- No, hey listen.

I was just...

- Oh my.

Ain't this cozy?

Where's my cigarettes?

I swear I had one.

I swear I did.

Thank you, Richter.

- [Man On TV] Here's a special bulletin from News Seven

on the continuing tornado watch.

- So, what are we doin'?

Groomin' our minds in here?

- [Woman On TV] A dramatic twister came within 50 miles

of downtown Tulsa today.

More and more tornado sightings are coming in

from all parts of the state.

Temperatures have now risen to 92 degrees

this afternoon which breaks a century old record.

The hot, dry air spread some electrifying

thunderstorms that lit up the sky.

- Well, that's why I feel all edgy inside.

- [Woman] East to Tulsa, each month's storms

are going to get worse.

(bells clanging) (whistle blaring)

- [Richter] Hey.

- Liddy's been asking for ya.

Well, screaming, which is like asking.

- [Richter] You talk to Ronnie?

- Charming fellow.

A little shy, but a nice phone manner.

What's in the pouch?

- I have no idea.

- How much do you owe him?

- [Woman On Speakerphone] Richter, there's a gentleman

here to see you but he wouldn't wait,

so I guess he's on his way up.

(knocking)

- Hey Boo, what's going on, man?

- [Richter] Hey, Keith.

(laughing)

Good to see ya, man.

- Yeah, God, you look good!

- Yeah, you too.

Vicky told me you were back in town.

- Oh yeah?

And how is my little sister?

- Naw, she's the same.

- Oh, too bad.

Come on, let's win.

- Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where?

- What do you mean where?

- Where?

- Keith's back in town, we gotta celebrate.

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

My day's already sorta fucked up, you know?

- Hey, you are looking at the prince of fucked up days.

Now, come on, Boo boy.

Keith's gonna take care of everything.

(uptempo music) (engine growling)

(squealing) (whooping)

- Oh, that's a very nice car, my friend.

(laughing)

I'm not entirely sure, but somewhere around

the fourth bar, I seemed to have lost consciousness.

- Hey, conscious ain't no big deal, Boo.

Don't let it worry you, huh?

(laughing)

Come on.

Hey, uh oh, turn around.

There you go.

Let's go drink.

- [Richter] Safer than driving.

- Depends on what you're drinking.

Come on now, let's do it.

(uptempo music)

I met this chick in Minneapolis.

Dane, Swedish, Dane some fuckin' thing.

- [Richter] Nice?

- Oh yeah, man.

I banged her if that's what you mean.

She ate my chili, baby,

at least 'til she got on her high horse.

(grunting) (laughing)

- [Richter] Cute?

- Ah, okay face.

Blonde, tits out to here.

She was bad, man.

Dane, Minneapolis, woo.

That's the problem man.

Box was too hot.

- Huh?

- Her box, her vagina.

It was too hot in there.

I put in my dick and was scalded, huh.

- Maybe she was excited, Keith.

It happens.

- No way, man.

Bitch never fuckin' been laid in her life.

It was disgusting.

- Did you talk to her about it?

- No, not right away, no.

- And that's when she got on her high horse.

- No, no, no, man.

No, totally different thing, huh.

She starts saying some stupidass shit about oil companies

or some, some book she read.

So, I tell her, hey baby.

I happen to run (mumbling) come to me,

but I know just a little bit more about it than you do, huh.

(laughing)

Oil makes the world go 'round, right?

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

Use gasoline, huh?

There you go.

(laughing)

Stupid bitch didn't even think of that, man.

- Yeah, well.

You impressed her with your executive background.

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

So what?

I help run things.

Eh, you talk to my lawyer, Mr. Chip Carlson.

- [Richter] Uh huh.

- He takes care of the trust.

He calls me all the time.

I get reports and shit.

- So, uh, whatever became of Zane from Minneapolis?

- I beat her senseless.

Kicked her off her high horse ass.

(melancholy music)

(laughing)

- Oughta be a better way to end a relationship, man.

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

- Eh, relationships for college boys, Boo.

Never trust anything that bleeds for five days

and don't die.

(laughing)

Hey, do you remember back in fourth grade

when Billy Peters come lookin' to kick my ass?

- Yeah, he kicked mine instead.

- Yeah, and you stopped him, didn't you?

- Yeah, with my face.

- Well, yeah.

You know that.

(chuckling)

Oh man, I remember just sittin' there on my butt

looking up at you pushing and shoving

and saying shit like, "Nobody beats up my friends."

Oh man.

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

I know, maybe you were just trying to show off

in front of Vicky and--

- No, no, man, it wasn't like that.

- Yeah, and I'll tell you why.

I always remember that.

Now, you should know something.

I ain't such a pushover no more.

(melancholy music)

Have my mama,

daddy dead, man.

Little sister done been disinherited and disowned

'cause she run off and married some dopehead drug dealer

and here I am just sittin' here with all this money.

Oil wells.

(melancholy music)

And all I wanna do...

Is just...

Break shit into little pieces.

(tense metal music)

(coughing)

Hey, lemme finish.

(crashing)

(crashing)

Rock and roll, man.

Rock and roll.

Hey you stay here last night or something?

Nevermind, nevermind.

Hang around.

(clicking)

Single action Colts.

Gun that won the West.

Check 'em out, Boo.

Death's cold metal asshole.

(clicking)

- Ho, ho.

(laughing)

- Yeah!

(thudding)

- Yeah, oh jeez.

Yeah.

(thudding) (grunting)

Alright, alright, you watch way too much TV, my friend.

- Fuck it, man.

I can't take this shit anymore.

(tense music)

(clicking)

- Fuck man, you know, I don't think that's fuckin' funny.

Jeez, man you need some help.

You need some serious therapy.

(laughing)

(splashing)

Ah!

("Oye Como Va" by Tito Puente)

(grunting)

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

- And what are you doing here?

- Ooh, just thought I'd say howdy,

if that's alright with y'all.

Wanna play some tennis this afternoon?

- Oh, cut the hillbilly shit, okay?

You can't play at the club.

There ain't no family membership anymore, just mine.

- Oh, darn it Keith (mumbling) just forgot.

(chuckling)

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

Mmm, looks like you could use a little exercise yourself.

Kinda (mumbling) don't ya think?

- Why don't you eat my shit, okay Vicky?

Eat my shit, you slut.

- Isn't this adults?

Hmm?

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

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

- Fuckin' bitch.

Get in and get out.

(splashing)

- [Ronnie] Alright, 20 minutes, man.

Get your ass back down.

Alright, yeah.

- [Richter] Hey.

- Hello, Richter.

Vicky'll be right down.

She's just trying on some tennis stuff.

- Tennis?

(chuckling)

Never could see what people got out of tennis, anyway.

Balls are too small.

She's said after you beat her last week,

she wasn't backing out.

I said she'd whip your ass.

- Well, she's got a competitive nature.

How's Clem?

- You never called me back yesterday.

- Yeah well, listen.

You know, you can't, you shouldn't

call me at the paper, really.

It's not cool.

- I hope you got that pouch safe.

- Safe enough.

- Good.

Meet me tonight, we'll talk about this deal I got.

- You know, I don't know how much there is

really to talk about.

I'm broke and--

- [Ronnie] I'll be at the Sixty-Six around nine.

Unless you and brother Keith got plans.

- I could get out of them.

- Yeah, old Keith.

Best he's not around.

(engine grumbling)

(thwapping)

(mumbling)

- [Richter] That's enough exercise.

Got any drugs?

- Crushed ice.

- Hey uh, just for the record,

how many times have we been out lately?

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

- I'm sorry.

Shoulda told you.

- You used to tell me everything.

- [Chip] Hey Victoria.

- [Vicky] Hey.

- Didn't know we were expecting guests.

- Just what I been looking for, a little competition, huh?

Hello.

Richter, this is Chip Carlson.

Chip's an old family friend.

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

- That's right.

- Hello, Richter.

Looks like we got ourselves a doubles match, here.

- Why don't you go warm up?

We're already wet.

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

but I'm gonna tell Ronnie you did.

(chuckling)

Something came up.

- Something came up.

(mumbling) did it snow today?

- Please, Richter.

I don't like this lying and sneaking around

any more than you do.

- [Richter] It's complicated.

- Yeah.

Swear you won't say anything.

How'd Keith seem to you?

- Not good.

You know, the same Keith.

- Yeah.

Chip's been callin' me for help.

It seems our little Keithy may have got

himself some real trouble this time,

beatin' up girls (mumbling).

Poor little black lady.

- Hey darlin', come on.

I believe old Milt's beginning to tire.

(chuckling)

- Vicky, how come you're doing it?

- Doin' what?

- Whatever it is that you and Chip are doing to Keith?

Keith, you know, your own brother?

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

- Ha.

- They say I'm tired of who I am these days, Richter.

- [Chip] Hey darlin', come on.

- I'm coming.

- Hey, swing through, pard, just swing through.

You don't gotta kill it.

- No, in fact, I do have to kill it, Chip.

I'm sorry.

That's just the way I feel, okay?

- Alright.

- Come on.

Shit.

- [Cynthia] Richter.

- Hi, Mom.

How was your trip?

- Abbreviated.

Brunch tomorrow, 11 sharp.

You and I have a lot to talk about.

(chuckling)

- [Keith] Boo, things are messed up.

I'm in Oklahoma City 'til Tuesday.

I can't handle it.

Help yourself.

Everybody else does.

Key, P.S. Are you really my friend?

("Angel On My Shoulder" by Popa Chubby)

♪ Angel on my shoulder

♪ Lying' in my bed

♪ Tellin' me to listen

♪ To the words of (mumbling) in my head ♪

- What'll you have?

- Can I get a beer?

I'm looking for a guy named Ronnie Stover.

- Yeah.

♪ Angel on my shoulder

♪ Come to ease my troubled mind ♪

- [Richter] Hey.

(mumbling)

She did.

- Not after she run the three miles home

from where you dropped her.

- Yeah, yeah, well I told her I didn't think

she should do that, but you know Vicky.

- Yeah, I know Vicky.

- [Waitress] Here you go, Ronnie.

- Thank you darlin'.

You get better looking every day.

♪ Don't know what to say yeah

♪ Angel on my shoulder

♪ Gonna help me find my way

♪ Through the darkness

Me and Vicky ain't doin' too good these days.

♪ Gonna ease my troubled mind

She say anything to you?

- Not a thing.

- It's money.

It always comes down to money.

It's the way she was raised.

- She chose you, man.

She kissed all that money goodbye.

- Well, fish swim to water, dry land and all.

- [Cherry] Ronnie, we gotta talk.

- Cherry, this is Richter Boudreau, come here all the way

from a very famous family so try to act nice.

- Hi.

- Charmed.

(mumbling)

- I can't go back to my place, no way.

- Cherry, it's no good at mine.

Guess we'll just have to figure out something.

- [Cherry] Figure out something alright.

- You could stay with me.

- You can stay at Richter's.

I like that, keep the two of you together.

- I'm not fuckin' him, okay?

- Neither am I.

(laughing)

- The old team spirit.

- I can't do this.

- Oh.

We'll be back in a minute.

("Texas Cadillac" by The Smokin' Joe Kubek Band

Featuring Bnois King)

♪ Now maybe some night

♪ She'll come here and see

♪ Oh and gimme a ride

♪ In a long limousine

- Where's Cherry?

- Gettin' ready to dance.

Feels better now.

- Oh.

Stripper and a junkie.

Does she hook?

- See this here (mumbling)?

There was this black girl used to work here named Earla.

That's her.

Cherry knows who killed her.

She seen it.

That's where we're making us some money.

- Who did it?

- You think I'd tell you that?

- Was it a white guy?

- Well, let's just say he can afford to pay

for what he done.

Shit, he can afford to pay twice for what he done.

Now you tell me, is that a white dude?

- That's blackmail.

- No shit.

("Little Suicides" by Lori Carson)

♪ It happens in the smallest ways ♪

♪ It happens all the time

♪ All these little suicides

♪ They're ugly (mumbling)

♪ I can take these for last rides ♪

♪ A natural in the dark of the natural ♪

♪ In the dark, in the dark

♪ If I could give you that

♪ Then I'd give it all time

♪ Just a little tired today

♪ Tomorrow you'll be fine

♪ If love heals anything at all ♪

♪ We should be flying

♪ If I could give you that

♪ I'd love you all the time

♪ All these little suicides

♪ They hardly make a mark

♪ I can take these for last rides ♪

♪ A natural in the dark of the natural ♪

♪ In the dark, in the dark

You alright, darlin'?

- [Cherry] Mmm hmm.

- [Ronnie] Richter here's takin' you home, baby.

What do you say we tell Richter about Earla?

- [Cherry] Nuh unh.

- [Ronnie] Come on, darlin'.

We got to talk about it sometime, sweetheart.

- I think you should reconsider this blackmail.

- Is that right?

Guess I better call them folks back, then.

- What, you called on the phone?

- Seen a little TV, Richter.

I used payphones, different one each time.

I told 'em we want a million even.

(moaning)

- I think she should go straight to the police yesterday.

- Fuck the police.

You listenin'?

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

Come on, Richter.

Rich white boy, dead black girl working topless.

How's that look to you?

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

There ain't no justice, not for no dead black girl.

Cherry, Cherry!

She don't know shit about Tulsa.

She don't even know who the dude is.

But she seen him, right?

Seen his car, too.

A real fast white car.

Ring a bell?

- [Cherry] Ronnie.

- Family like that (mumbling) hard to identify.

Especially now that he's got blood

all over them white seats.

Damn shame, ain't it Richter?

Sorta car you'd call a classic.

(tense music)

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

See what I mean, partner?

This here's a whole lot more complicated

than you been thinking.

Take care of my girl, now.

(tense music)

- You're a rich boy.

- No.

- I always wanted to meet a rich boy.

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

- [Richter] Morning.

- You hungry?

- Sorta hard to tell.

We expecting company?

- [Cherry] Sometimes I feel like a little animal protein.

- You want a little pick me up?

- Sure.

You live here?

- Ah, not exactly.

I'm sorta house sitting.

Listen, you know, there's something

that we should talk about.

- Follow me.

There's a football field in the living room.

- [Richter] How long you been in Tulsa?

- Three months.

- How'd you end up here?

- I followed someone to Houston, but he left,

so I decided to go to Chicago.

- Which explains why you're in Tulsa.

- Sort of.

- You always been a dancer?

- Nope, but I been strippin' for some time.

Thought junkies lost their appetites.

- I'm not a junkie.

I just chip like Ronnie and what's her name.

- Vicky.

- Yeah, the bitch.

- How,

how old are you?

- I don't think you can tell that

by looking between my legs.

- I'm sorry, I wasn't really looking.

- You weren't looking?

- No, I have this wandering eye deal

for my right eye just drifts.

- You were drifting.

- I was mesmerized, okay?

- I mesmerized you?

- You walk around looking like that,

someone's bound to look, I mean,

it's almost a fact of nature.

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

- Go ahead.

- No.

- You're shy?

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

- Your boxers, then.

- No.

- Chicken.

- Why don't you just cover up your--

- My what?

- Your nether region.

- My Netherlands.

- I refuse to pun.

- You're stepping in pancakes.

- [Cherry] You're cute and you're rich.

- I'm not rich.

- Just my luck.

(melancholy music)

(chuckling)

Syrup.

Who really lives here, anyway?

- Ah, friends of mine.

Vicky's brother.

- And the mom and dad?

- The mom and dad, Michaels, are in the big country club

in the sky where the waiters are always polite.

(mumbling)

Shit.

- [Cherry] What, what?

- My mom.

I have this business planned.

- You can't leave me here alone.

- No, you just sit tight.

I'll be back in an hour.

You'll be safe.

I got this place 'til Tuesday.

You'll be okay.

(classical music)

Hi.

- [Cynthia] I ordered you a grilled cheese.

- Thank you.

Aren't you gonna order something for you?

- Richter, you're nearly an hour late.

I've eaten.

- Oh.

Thank you.

- You'll never guess the news that I have.

Are you doing anything Tuesday night?

'Cause I'm throwing a big party.

- Why?

- I got married again last week.

Oh my Lord God.

- Oh, I bit my fucking tongue.

- Are you alright?

(mumbling)

Well, don't play with it.

- So, what's his name?

Your new husband.

- Vic, Vic Hill.

I met him at Vale this spring.

- Really hit it off, huh?

- Vic is the founder and CEO of Hill Manufacturing

and Developing.

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

Victor was recently appointed to head

the Governor's special council on future energy needs.

'Course, he really doesn't have the time,

but he's that kind of man.

- Republican, huh?

Cool.

So, when do I get to meet him?

- Tuesday.

He's flying up so everyone can meet him.

- Oh, right, right.

Well, that's great.

Mom, that's just super.

- I'm so excited.

- I'm excited for ya.

Well listen, Mom, not to change the subject or anything,

but I have a little proposition

I'd like to talk to you about.

Mom, I'm in trouble.

- Again?

- No, not that kind of trouble.

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

I wanna make some changes.

I wanna try and make the future mean something.

- Richter, you just got back.

- Now, I know the farmhouse, I'm not supposed

to get it 'til I'm 35, but it's still mine, right?

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

- Sell it?

Who to?

- To you.

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

but I need some money, just to get things started.

Materials and it would just be a loan.

You'd get it back as soon as I sold the house back to you.

You could deduct it from the sale price

and I could take that money and use it

to buy a new place somewhere and get a fresh start.

- When your father and I first got married,

I thought the good life would go on forever.

You can imagine what it was like for a girl

who'd hardly been out of Bristow much less Oklahoma.

And there I was, married to Malcolm Boudreau,

this rising young attorney.

Oh yeah, and son of Mr. Truman Boudreau.

Boy, I hit the big time at last.

Some big time.

Squawling kid, an alcoholic skirt chaser for a husband.

I waited years in that ranch hand's cottage.

Your farmhouse.

We didn't have any money.

But your grandfather helped me out.

See?

Yeah, he helped me out, alright.

And there's Malcolm acting the whole time

like he don't know what's going on

and I am not gonna let you disappoint me anymore.

- No, Mom, listen.

I'm not Dad, I'm not.

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

That farmhouse, by the way, isn't worth

the rent you owe me for it.

I had it assessed.

- The rent I owe you?

- You can go over the figures

with my accountant if you want.

Or if you want to try to sue, maybe you can find

a way to pay me back, but my lawyer doesn't think

that tenancy clause is exactly iron clad.

- Well, I guess the place is yours, then.

- Just business, honey.

(gunshots blasting)

(siren blaring)

- [Richter] Shit, Keith.

- [Cop] You, hands on your head, both hands.

- [Richter] Officer, there's a--

- Shut up!

Now, shut off the ignition and take out the key.

Do it slowly.

Now, throw it out.

Nice and slow, put both hands on the wheel.

(gunshot blasting)

Mother fucker!

Don't you fuckin' move.

(gunshot blasting)

- Yeah!

(chuckling)

Well, that's okay.

- [Cherry] I wanna do it again.

- That's okay.

Everybody misses the first time.

Okay, get your hand back up, now.

Hand off, finger off the trigger,

finger off the trigger.

- [Cherry] Wait, wait, wait.

- [Keith] Now, let's cock it all the way.

Get your finger away from,

that's it, finger on the trigger, go.

(gunshot blasting) (screaming)

Yeah, that's good.

That's a good one.

- [Cop] Put the gun down!

- [Keith] Hey, this is private property.

You put your gun down.

- [Cop] Now, or the next one's in your ass.

- Sorry, didn't mean to scare ya.

- It's okay.

It's okay, it's okay.

- Keith got busted.

- [Richter] Yeah, yeah.

- Never should have talked back to those cops.

Ronnie's gonna freak.

- Cherry, look, I thought that Keith did it.

- Did what?

Shot up some flower pots.

- No, but I thought that it was Keith.

Ronnie's blackmail.

I mean, I drive up, I see Keith's car

and I thought oh, you know, God.

- Lucky for me you're stupid,

otherwise I'd be dead.

- [Keith] Aw, man.

Aw, shit.

(melancholy music)

- [Richter] Cherry.

Cherry, listen, I--

(crashing)

- [Cherry] Fuck.

- Hey, hey.

Listen to me, listen to me.

Listen to me.

I brought you here without thinking,

but Keith was out of town 'til Tuesday,

so I thought that I had enough time

to get to know you and then get you outta here

but I just, I just wanted to get to know you,

more than anything and that made me stupid.

- Real stupid.

- I'm sorry, I just...

If you knew Keith then...

It's not him, though.

Who the hell is it?

- Talk to Ronnie.

(mumbling)

- It's about time.

Where are my guns?

Where are my guns, this is bullshit.

- [Cop] Watch your mouth.

- Keith, sign the paper, it's late.

- What a fucking set up.

Okay pal, fine.

Fine, I can play your game.

I'm gonna sue your pig ass off.

- Better watch who you're callin' pig, fat boy.

- What are you gonna do about it, huh?

- Keith.

- Fuck you.

Fuck you!

- Cut it out, cut it out.

- Hey, and you, you think I don't know

what's going on here with you?

If you want my money, you're gonna have to do more

than fuck my sister to get it, you understand me?

- Listen here, my friend.

You just remember who it is you're--

- I know who it is I am fucking talking to.

And if you don't find a way to get my guns,

I am going to kick your ass.

Understand?

- [Richter] Hey Chipper.

How's that old backhand?

- They're out to get me, man.

And I don't know how to stop it.

Hey, I done some crazy shit, right?

- [Richter] Yeah.

- But I ain't crazy.

- I know you're not.

- Well, Chip and Vicky, they think different.

They think they can prove it, too.

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

- Come on, Keith.

She's your sister.

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

You remember us the way we used to be.

As if it mattered.

(bells clanging)

(whistle blaring)

- [Man On Phone] Yeah, Mr. Shaw wants to see you

at the country club, right now.

- Young Boudreau.

Can I mix you a cocktail?

No, wanna keep a clear head?

Well, good for you, son, good for you.

You know, I bartended for five summers in a row

when I was young.

You know they say that a man can learn a great deal

standing behind a bar.

You know what I learned?

Keep your jacket clean, smile for tips

and never, never serve a married woman before lunch.

(chuckling)

Sit down, Richter and have yourself a nut.

You workin'?

- [Richter] Yeah, over at the Journal.

- The Journal?

Oh, damn, Preston's getting me out of this.

What are you, some kind of a news hound or what?

- [Richter] A movie reviews.

- Man, I haven't seen a movie in see,

well the last movie I saw was Cleopatra.

And Liz Taylor and those violet eyes.

(laughing)

Are you sure I can't mix you something here?

Oh, I know, I betcha,

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

- Got any Bushmills?

- Irish, you bet.

Coming right up.

You like it with ice with that?

- [Richter] Yes, please.

That's fine.

- Ah, Richter.

You and I, we have a problem.

We are men, we love our women badly.

- Well, that is a problem, I guess, but--

- Yeah, well it's not that mean to,

but it's hard to control those urges.

Sometimes those urges can lead us astray.

Follow me, what I'm...

- Sort of.

- Well, the reason I'm telling you this

is I want you to understand that I know

the way you treated my daughter, not to forgive,

I can't manage that, but now,

now she's finally coming home

and by God, that makes me happy.

- That's great, really, anything I can...

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

- Of course there is, Richter.

That's why your butt's in that stool.

Wherever you came from, you go back there.

The sooner, the better.

Take a trip.

Go visit some of your big city friends

and send the bills to me, at least until--

- Mr. Shaw, I'm not sure you have the right idea

about me and Brenda.

- I know exactly the way it was.

Now you just send those bills to me.

- I don't want your fucking money.

- Times are changing, son, and not for the better.

We are all going to be tested.

You damn sure will be tested.

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

- Richter.

Richter!

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

- For fuck's sake, Harmon.

Can you think of a single reason why?

- Well, let's just say your mother and I

are old friends.

Eh, Richter, you could almost be my son.

(uptempo music)

- Get this, everybody's favorite millionaire oil man

had himself a little terrorist problem Saturday night.

- Hello?

- Now, we all--

- Cynthia Rawling, please.

Cynthia Boudreau, Simpson, Rawling.

- Now, we all know Harmon Shaw--

- Her son.

- Values nothing above his loving family.

- I'll hold, sure.

- I suppose that even includes the daughter

he stashed in the bin.

You remember her, Richter.

But no one occupies a more fruitful place

in the old racist's heart than son and heir, Bedford.

- Bedford.

- Why anybody would wanna blow up

young Bedford's car is a mystery.

- Yeah, will you tell her that Richter called?

- Happily, young Bedford was inside the restaurant

when the explosion went off.

After a routine questioning by police--

- Yeah, thanks a lot.

- The badly shaken heir apparent went into seclusion

at his daddy's ranch.

Sort of a shit-kicker Xanadu.

- [Richter] White classic sports car.

- Richter.

- When did this happen?

- Saturday.

I pull into this parking lot,

there's two fire engines, an ambulance

and about 19 squad cars and this stinking

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

- Yeah, where was Bedford during all of this?

- Camped out in his old man's stretch,

very emotional, very distraught.

- Harmon was there?

Well, he got there kinda quick, didn't he?

- Shaw's giving a press conference tomorrow.

Maybe you wanna help me cover!

Richter!

- Hello?

Ronnie?

Hello?

Vicky?

(gasping)

- You lookin' to get killed, cowboy?

Baby still asleep?

Had to run down to the Git-n-Go.

She hears a car start, she'll wake up just like that.

Man can't go without smokes when he's thinking.

- Choked the shit outta me.

- I thought you were somebody else.

No car out front, I find somebody sneaking around my yard.

Had people come in here with loaded guns before.

- [Richter] I parked down the block.

Thought it'd be better.

- Want a beer?

- [Richter] No, thanks.

- Shit, it's hot out.

- [Richter] We got some real bad news here.

Check this out.

- [Ronnie] Yeah, I seen this.

- [Richter] What do you mean, you've seen it?

- It was on TV last night.

Means they're finally starting to take me serious.

I upped the ante to one and a half.

- You did what?

- I called him up.

Told him I was tired of this shit.

They wanna fuck around, the price goes up.

- Yeah, but they just destroyed the evidence, right?

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

- Ain't a fucking code of law, Richter.

Ever gets that far, we're fucked anyways.

- So, what'd they say?

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

- They didn't say nothin'.

They just listen and hang up.

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

That's very promising.

This is fuckin' suicide.

- This is a fuckin' turkey shoot, my friend.

Cherry took a little souvenir, remember?

I left it with you for safe keeping.

- Yeah, see, I didn't know that you

were talking about Bedford Shaw, about Harmon Shaw.

White sports car, I thought you were talking about Keith.

- Well you thought wrong.

- Hey, what are y'all doin'?

Kissing in here?

Thanks babe.

Hello, Richter.

It's nice to see you.

I walked past your car down the block, I thought,

well, that is Richter's car, but I guess

he just forgot where we live, didn't he?

Guess it didn't surprise me seein' as how I don't

actually remember last time you paid us a visit.

(mumbling)

Every little thing okay 'round here?

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

- Yeah, yeah, that was great.

- Oh.

Here's your nasty, goddammit.

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

Did you?

You couldn't fuckin' wait?

(chuckling)

- She's asleep.

Richter babysat while I was out.

- Great.

Just type role model we need, isn't it?

Oh damn, Ronnie!

(chuckling)

Oh dear.

- Shoulda put it in one of them ice cream bags.

Got some things to see to.

- Ronnie, Ronnie we really oughta talk before--

- [Ronnie] Talk to Vicky.

- Vicky.

Listen, I gotta get back to work.

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

- Don't worry, baby.

We'll play tennis again real soon.

- That's not what you think it is.

It's over now, believe me.

- I always believe you, that's the trouble.

I think I hear your child.

(chuckling)

- Well, isn't this appealing?

Yep, I always wear ice cream on hot days.

Your home, Clem honey.

- I really, I gotta go.

- It's okay.

I'm not gonna keep you.

Hell, Richter, I'd go to bed with you right now

if I thought I could get away with it.

- What?

- You better go now.

(mumbling) falling apart.

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

♪ You could cry harder now

♪ For you to hear me now

- [Richter] Don't stop.

- Can't sing if somebody's watching.

I was sorta planning on sleeping in a different room

every night, but you know what?

I like this one.

It's a high school girl's room.

I never got to be a high school girl.

You look like shit.

- [Richter] Thank you, I feel like shit.

I gotta get some sleep.

- [Cherry] Tough weekend, huh?

- Oh, I don't know.

Murder, blackmail, guns, cops in the backyard.

Job's hanging by a thread.

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

Tough doesn't really do it justice.

- [Cherry] Sorry.

- [Richter] My life was never that ordinary anyway.

I always took pride in that somehow.

- [Cherry] Richter Boudreau, you need a buddy.

- I need a grizzly bear with a law degree.

- And like the buddy system, you take care of me,

I'll take care of you.

- I'm not qualified, Cherry.

(melancholy music)

- You wanna fuck?

- I'd like to, but all things considered...

- Cuddle, then.

- That's better.

- Cherry!

Hey Cherry, come on honey, we gotta go.

It's time to go.

- [Cherry] Yeah, I'm coming.

- [Keith] We can't be late, you know.

- You're going to court with Keith?

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

Feel sorry for him.

- [Richter] Yeah, well you haven't done

20 years as his friend.

- Vicky's trying to get rid of him.

Put him away.

- Now, you don't know Vicky.

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

- You got a thing for her, right?

- Well, who, who...

What, did Ronnie say that?

- Ronnie didn't say anything.

Keith did.

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

- Look, Keith Michaels is not allowed

in our buddy system, alright?

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

- Do you, Richter?

- Do I what?

- Do you still have a thing for her?

- [Keith] Cherry!

- [Cherry] Ronnie called.

He wants his pouch back.

- [Richter] Brinkman.

- Hang on, look at this mock up.

Preston won't run it.

Too suggestive, he says.

I can't imagine what he was talking about.

Check out his bodyguards.

Real (mumbling) boys.

My favorite's the tall one with the tattoos.

He look like he eats live squirrels for breakfast

and washes 'em down with gasoline.

- [Richter] Tattoos?

- Yeah, flaring skulls, the usual Jesus stuff.

You're looking very jumpy, Richter.

- I'm not, I'm not, I'm fine.

- Okay.

- [Woman On Speaker] Richter Boudreau,

Mr. Liddy would like to see you in his office.

- [Preston] Gonna have to let you go, Richter.

- Okay.

- Missed deadline Friday, I gave you another break.

Missed another one yesterday.

It's a pattern.

I don't know what it is.

Whether you wanna be psychologically punished or what?

- Okay.

- Are you on narcotics?

Wash my hands of it.

Won't put up with it.

I got thugs coming around here

asking questions about you and your friends.

That's right, that's right.

- You what?

- I don't know what you been up to,

but I can't have that kind of thing 'round here.

- Who were they?

What did you tell them?

- I don't think that's any of your concern.

- Oh, you don't?

What, are you a fuckin' idiot?

What did you fuckin' tell them?

- Start walkin' mister.

Nobody talks to me that way

and especially not a black sheep Boudreau.

- Black sheep's son of a black sheep Boudreau,

prone to violence.

I know, let's crack this chair--

- Joyce!

- Stick it inside, huh?

- Joyce, you wanna get building security up here?

I bent over backwards for you, boy

and I don't even like ya.

Only reason I hired you was because of your mother.

- Oh, Preston.

Did you fuck my mom, too?

(uptempo rock music)

Don't move.

- Jesus God.

Are we being a little hostile here?

Lord, I had to come over.

Things between me and Ronnie have gotten real bad.

I need to talk to you.

- Go ahead.

- Could you not point that thing at me?

- Oh, God.

I'm sorry.

- Oh, hey.

It's okay.

Just, it's alright.

It's okay.

I know you hate me.

Guess what?

I hate me, too.

- I don't hate you.

How could I hate you?

You're,

you're Vicky.

- Why don't you kiss me, then?

(moaning)

This is bad.

And I knew it would happen.

(melancholy music)

I come by and this boy points a handgun at me

and here I am wanting to go to bed with him.

I wanna fuck you across the sky.

(melancholy music)

Come on.

My room.

Oh, know what I did?

Me and little Clem,

we checked into one of those motel rooms,

you know the type.

That stupid strip of paper across the toilet, huh?

I was thinking.

I mean, maybe tomorrow morning,

we could just go somewhere.

You be daddy to my little girl.

- Well, looky here.

(laughing)

It's a party.

(clicking)

Oh, say cheese.

- [Vicky] Get out.

- Man, this isn't funny.

Come on.

- Hey, this belong to you?

Get this shit out of my house.

- Hey, give me the camera, Keith.

Hey, Keith.

- Fuck you.

Fuck you.

- Keith.

Key.

- You're not my friend.

- I'm your friend, Keith.

- You were never my friend.

- [Vicky] Put down that gun, Keith.

No! - Hey!

Maybe we should see how you like it, huh?

You like it, don't you?

This is what it feels like.

You want it?

Huh, I know what you like.

Yeah, you like this, don't you?

- Go do it.

Do it.

(grunting) (clicking)

Ah!

(laughing)

I thought you were gonna do us all a favor.

You fat pig.

- That's funny.

- You're such a coward.

(tense music)

- You think so?

You think so?

Now, look at this.

One bullet, just one.

(laughing)

Now, let's see how good your luck is.

(grunting)

- [Vicky] Oh!

- Huh, wanna try again?

- [Vicky] Keith no!

Oh!

- You like it, you wanna do it again?

- No, no, no!

Goddamn you!

- Do it again, huh?

Now you go on over there to your loverboy.

Why don't you go on?

Move!

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

- Maybe I will, huh?

But I'm gonna get a couple of shots first.

Grab his cock.

I said grab his cock!

Now!

- Okay, okay, here.

There, alright?

(laughing)

- That's good.

Ah, yes.

I like that.

(clicking)

Perfect.

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

Chipper or Ronnie?

How 'bout both, huh?

See ya, Boo.

Y'all want some privacy?

(laughing)

- He's one sick fuck.

- [Richter] Yeah.

What are you...

- You stay put, you hear?

Vicky's gonna take care of everything.

(melancholy music)

- [Richter] Cherry, seen Keith?

Did he go to Ronnie's?

- Howdy, partner.

- Listen, he's got something that belongs to me

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

- Like maybe he took some pictures?

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

that I can do to concentrate on myself right now.

- [Cherry] Fuck you.

- Hey.

- What's the matter?

She never did pictures before?

I did.

You wanna hear about some private pictures?

- No, Cherry, look.

I just need to...

- We did our thing.

Me and Earla.

Some rich boy comes on to her after our show.

Go out with me, baby.

Sure sugar, she says.

- I don't have to hear this.

- 'Til Earla comes home, and she's all upset, right?

Rich boy takes her to some motel.

Wants her to suck him off while he's cursing her,

calling her nigger and shit.

He hurt you, Earla baby.

No, he didn't hurt nothing.

Paid me $200.

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

So, rich boy comes back two nights later.

Wants her to go out again.

So, I go fuck him.

Fuck him, Earla.

I got a camera, let's do a thing, okay?

So I go leave the blinds open at the motel.

Me in the bushes with my Nikon.

So, rich boy's callin' her nigger,

cums right away, all over.

But he's really pissed.

He's yellin' at her like it was Earla's fault.

Big nigger dick, that's what you want, baby.

Sure, you big nigger dick.

And he's got a club,

a big fucking club and he's sticking her with it

and she's yelling and he's hitting her

and hitting her and hitting her

and I couldn't move.

I couldn't move!

(melancholy music)

- Hey, hey come on.

We'll get out of town, right?

We'll go to Houston, we'll drive down

to Mexico or something.

- No.

- Listen to me, we'll just get the fuck outta town, alright?

- He killed her.

He hurt her and he killed her.

We're gonna make him pay!

- Fuck is everybody thinking?

This is Harmon Shaw's baby boy.

Do you understand?

Harmon Shaw.

- Is he evil?

- What?

- Is he evil?

- Yeah.

Uh, I've been trying to call you.

- [Ronnie] Here I am.

- [Richter] Yeah, listen.

Why'd you trash my house?

- [Ronnie] I didn't.

- [Richter] Well then, who did?

- [Ronnie] Vicky!

Vicky!

Vicky here?

- No.

- Vicky split.

- She did?

- [Ronnie] I thought maybe you knew.

- [Richter] No, I didn't.

- She's been fuckin' around.

I thought maybe you knew.

- [Richter] No, listen, I don't think--

- I don't think nothing.

You got the pouch?

I want them pictures, Richter.

- Pictures?

Uh, the pouch is still at my mom's.

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

But she came back last night before I had a chance

to get it out of there, but that's not the only problem--

- You're dicking around with me, comrade.

- No, no.

Listen, there's a reporter I know,

lady that did the car story?

She was covering Shaw's press conference

and she noticed one of his bodyguards

has this tattoo, this big tattoo,

this big fuckin' tattoo right here.

I think that I've seen this guy before

when I met you and Cherry at that strip joint.

If that's him, if it's the same guy,

he was right there.

He must have seen us.

This guy came to my office asking questions and shit.

He must have trashed my house.

They know who we are.

- Maybe they do.

I ain't surprised.

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

- I don't know.

- Think about it.

Think hard.

- What, the money?

- Fuck the money.

Money on it's own don't mean a fuckin' thing.

You oughta know that.

I worked at the country club one summer,

shagging golf balls on the driving range.

Used to ride around on this little fuckin' tractor

inside a cage so the rich folks could practice

while I retrieved.

One day I'm sweating in that cage

and this big fucker decides

he gonna make a game of me and so he aims at that tractor

with me inside and he's hittin' bucket after bucket.

Balls are banging off the tractor,

banging off the bars.

He just laughs, his friends laughing with him.

You know, hell, I didn't mind the sport.

I just remember that laughing.

That and Vicky, standing off to the side,

watching her fella knocking golf balls all over me.

Vicky didn't laugh.

Didn't even smile.

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

That's love, comrade, at least that's where it starts.

- Well, I don't think that Harmon Shaw cares

much about love or anything else.

- Least of all a dead nigger gal, right?

Nobody cares.

- What do you wanna do?

- I wanna fuck him up.

And I want you to help.

- Cherry.

Cherry.

This is no time for wretched excess.

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

I never went to a prom before.

I bet you took Vicky.

- I want you to focus, okay?

- Cherry's on the case, baby.

You ain't got nothin' to worry about.

(light instrumental music)

- [Waiter] Sir.

- Thank you.

- You're very welcome.

Ma'am.

- Oh, whoa.

Sorry.

- That's quite alright, ma'am.

- No man, I'll get it.

- Thank you.

You're gonna have to do a little better than that, okay?

- This is fun.

- Try not to wobble.

(uptempo pop music)

(chattering)

Hi, Mom.

You wouldn't happen to have

some aspirin in your purse, would you?

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

Victor, this is my other son, Richter.

- Vic Hill.

- Hi, I'm the other son.

You've heard all about me.

- Yes, I have.

- Thanks for redeveloping my house.

- And who is this?

- Oh, Mom, Victor, this is my friend, Cherry.

- Cherry, pleased to meet ya.

Richter has told me--

- Uh, what have you told me?

- Nothing.

- I think I'll just go freshen this up

a little bit for you, honey.

- Why?

- Bye, Vic.

- Well, I think I have to go say hello to my friends,

the Winstons.

- Mom and I have one of those special relationships

that transcend the usual bonds of family.

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

- I like all our dads.

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

- [Cherry] Pee.

- Uh, Cherry, have you met my brother, Billy?

- Half brother.

Nice to meet you.

- Cherry needs some help finding the ladies' room.

Billy, if you could...

- [Billy] Oh, oh gladly.

- Thank you.

- [Woman] Thank you darlin'.

- Hello, my mother left her medication in her coat.

Can't seem to find the...

Excuse me.

Ronnie.

Ronnie, you can't come in here.

It's not cool.

I've almost got the key.

- [Cynthia] Richter.

- It's okay, Mom, I got it.

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

You got that?

- Okay.

- You understand me on that?

- [Richter] Yes.

- No more bullshit.

- Okay.

- An hour.

- Who was that?

- Oh, just some guy from the golf course.

I took care of it, Mom.

Why, you've sure got a lot of gifts here.

- Darlin' I will abide your girlfriend,

but I draw the line at criminals.

(uptempo music)

♪ She's first in line

♪ Silver buttons all down her back ♪

♪ I hope (mumbling)

♪ She broke the needle and she can't sew ♪

♪ Walking the dog

♪ I'm just-a walkin' the dog

- Hey, Mom, have you seen Billy?

I think all this excitement's kinda gotten to him.

- Excitement?

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

Don't be too hard on him.

He's just a kid.

♪ Asked my baby for 15 cents

Hey, I know.

Why don't I take him home for you?

Cherry and I were just about to leave anyway.

♪ Fly so high, touch the sky

(crashing)

- Oh my Lord God.

Oh, Billy.

Billy!

(groaning)

- [Richter] Happens to everybody.

- [Cynthia] Oh Billy.

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

- Yes, he has his keys.

- Okay, good.

(chattering)

- Vic!

(mumbling)

(thudding)

(mumbling)

- Billy threw up on the rug.

You think Billy will be alright?

He was looking kinda green when we left.

- Oh, I like Billy green.

- Lucky for you we found this film.

You ever see Ronnie when he gets angry?

His eyes don't blink.

- Yeah, well, we're not gonna go see Ronnie just yet.

- What?

- I said we're not gonna go see Ronnie just yet.

- Where are we going?

- Well, I got something to do.

- God dammit, where are we going?

- I gotta see Vicky first, okay?

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

What do you have in mind?

- I don't know.

(melancholy music)

- What is the (mumbling)?

(mumbling on TV)

What is the Rio Grande?

Mississippi, oh fuck it.

Come on, Alex.

TV yes, thank you.

I'll take TV for five million.

Who's Ricky Ricardo?

Thank you.

Ever watch Jeopardy!?

- No, not really.

- Ronnie watches every night.

Almost never gets a single answer,'cept state capitols.

Funny thing is, he just keeps watching.

He's real determined, that guy.

That's why he came for me.

Like I was the only thing on his mind.

- You love him.

- Imagine my surprise, huh?

- What are you gonna do?

- I'm gonna sit here.

I gotta wait for the round of champions.

- You know what's weird?

- [Vicky] What?

- I never really thought about you and me.

You know, I just knew it.

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

It's like something I learned in high school,

but it took me years to realize that it

really had no practical application in the real world.

- Well, that's real sweet, Richter.

- Just hit me.

- I guess I just liked the way you looked at me

when we were kids.

I did like that.

- We were kids.

- Yeah.

- A favor.

Don't go anywhere, not just yet.

- Shit, I got that fortune wheel coming up next.

Clem sleeps a solid 8, so...

Ain't going nowhere.

- Bye, baby.

- Where is Mayberry?

Where is Mayberry?

I have no fuckin' idea.

(tense music)

- Cherry.

Come on, wait up a minute, will ya?

- [Cherry] Fuck off.

- Listen, Cherry, I just wanna talk.

- My name's not Cherry, it's Elinore.

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

Me and Ronnie'll take care of this ourselves.

After he rips your head off.

- Dammit, what, that's not what's happening here.

- Which is exactly what you deserve.

Banging his wife.

- Okay, come on.

Elinore.

- What?

- Well, first of all, Tulsa is that way.

You're going the wrong direction.

- What else is new?

- Well, you're wrong about Vicky.

I was too.

I kinda figured that Cherry was just your stage name.

- Yeah well, Tiffany was overused and Chesty

seemed inappropriate.

- Elinore, huh?

- I was named for my aunt.

- Your Aunt Elinore?

- Yeah.

You want to hear about my whole family tree?

- Well, yeah.

Yes, I would.

That'd be nice.

- Earla was the only real friend I ever had.

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

I never had someone I could count on before.

I was hopin' I could count on you.

(horn honking)

- Drive with me, huh?

Come on.

We'll take that film to Ronnie.

We'll make Bedford pay for what he did, you and me.

(melancholy music)

Come on, please.

- [Cherry] Don't call me Elinore.

Not yet.

- [Richter] Ronnie?

Ronnie, you won't believe this, but we finally--

- [Ronnie] Something puzzles me, Richt,

do you know what that is?

- No.

- For the life of me, I can't figure out

how Keith got our film.

- Yeah, yeah, that is weird.

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

but you know, the strange thing is that--

- [Cherry] Keith took it.

- Right.

Right, but he knew.

So, it's strange that Keith knew how important it was--

- So he decided to give it to you because

that's where it belonged.

- Instead of just giving it to me.

You know, Keith.

- Well, shit then.

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

Everybody gets rich.

- That's great, Ronnie, but you know,

why don't you give it to me,

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

- Yeah, let Richter send it.

That'll work.

- Y'all wanna take a fucking vote?

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

Richter might lose it again, ain't that right, Richter?

- Yeah, uh, listen, Ronnie.

About that film.

That's not what you think it is.

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

but the important thing is--

- [Bedford] Nobody move!

(laughing)

- What's the matter, Bedford?

You got your gun all crooked.

- Give me the film.

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

- You look a bit shaky to me, Bedford.

Maybe you should have something to eat, huh?

(crashing)

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

- Now, dammit, I'll shoot.

I mean it!

- Ain't that easy, killer.

Defenseless girl, I guess that's one thing,

but three at a time?

I don't know, Bedford.

Seems to me your reach has exceeded your grasp.

- Alright.

I'll shoot the whore first.

- Fuck you.

- Fuck you.

- Go girl.

- Hey.

- Goddammit, give me the film.

(gunshot blasting)

- Nice shootin', Bedford.

You murdered the lamp.

- Just give him the film.

It's not what you think it is.

Just give it to him.

- Yeah, Richter.

What do you think it is?

- Alright, I am going to count then.

I'm going to count to ten--

- Just shut the fuck up.

Here's the damn film.

(tense music)

Come and get it.

- Give it here.

- Come on over you sack of shit.

- I'm warning you.

- You beat Earla to death with a stick.

Man like that oughta stand real tall.

- Okay, guys, guys.

- So why don't you just come and get it?

- Hey.

Okay?

- Thank you, Richter.

- You're welcome.

- Pissant mother fucker.

- Oh, what the hell.

(clicking)

(gunshot blasting)

- What's that asshole doing in my dining room?

- Whatever he was doing, he's done.

- [Richter] Shit.

- Now what?

- Think fast, college boy.

- What the fuck are you talkin', this,

oh, shit.

Okay, okay.

Okay, this is what happened.

Here's the story.

Bedford Shaw came over to the house.

He had a gun.

He came over because he thought you had the film.

You were upstairs watching TV and you heard him.

You heard him because he broke in,

here.

(crashing)

You grabbed your gun, naturally.

You came downstairs, surprised him.

He took a shot at you and you shot him in self defense.

- What about the film?

(tense music)

- Cherry and I will take this film down to Brinkman

at the Journal.

Brinkman'll spread it all over the front page,

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

Bedford Shaw, murderer, shot by local hero.

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

You weren't here and you weren't here and neither was I.

- What about my money?

- Your money.

Yeah.

Money on it's own don't mean a damn thing.

You oughta know that.

(melancholy music)

Vicky's waiting for you there.

- Thank you, Richter.

- Now.

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

- Yeah, I can do that.

Started with a dead girl named Earla.

Dear Brinkman.

I hope this letter finds you.

The local post office is well, sort of eccentric

when it comes to the whole mail delivery concept.

Cherry and I came down here after the hearing.

Sometimes, when I think about it,

I can still see Harmon Shaw sitting in the back

of the courtroom like an angry god stunned

that his subjects had conjured up the nerve to defy him.

That, and Keith in the spotlight he always deserved.

Every town needs a gunslinger, I guess.

The days are hot here, the nights are cool.

I started to write about what happened that week,

but then I didn't.

Right now, sunrise and sunset are enough.

Well, that and the frequent margarita.

I'm a long way from home, Cherry is too.

We intend to figure that out together.

Please send money.

Just kidding.

Richter.

(melancholy music)

(uptempo music)

(melancholy music)

(uptempo music)