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You got them disguises
I told you to bring?

I got them.

Whas 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 couli9ve swore you said
panties or panty-liners.

Why would I say that?

How we gonna rob somebody
with panties and maxi pads?

Thas 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! Is a holdup!
- Yeah, is 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!

Where you going,
pepperoni boy?

You can hide but
you can't run!

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

Tink?

- 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, thas my Baby.

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

Earl Crest, it ain't polite
to stare.

Baby, is only natural
for a man to stare
when he sees...

...the prettiest gal
west of the Mississippi.

Just west?

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 tak e me along...

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

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

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

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 isé
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.

Don't get me wrong.
I lik e Wayne okay.

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

You get paid today, sweetie?
Good, because I need your rent

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

- Daddy's taking me to Vegas.
- 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.

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.

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.

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
defence is that we were going
steady in the 11 th grade.

And thas way before my mama
and her daddy ever
met or married.

Yes, I'll marry her.

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?
- Is 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.

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

Hell, would you look at that?

Son of a...

Is okay if them things
get a little grease on them.

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

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.

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.

Jimbo's been openly
gay for 6 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.

- Earl.
- Something wrong, Andy?

Yeah, there is.
There is something real wrong.

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

- You got beer?
- I know is wrong but...

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

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

I appreciate it.

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

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

Is lik e the ugly girl who
gets pick ed for prom queen.

Some a-hole thinks is
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.

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.
- 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?

Whad 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 harbouring thoughts
of revenge for a 6-year-old.

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

Hey, baby.

- I like that shirt, Jimbo.
- Thank you. Is 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.

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 thas a bad thing

I lik e 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.

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.

Smyrna! Come over here!

Ain't you the big spender.
Whad 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 whas 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.
- Thas funny, Earl, right?

- So you won that money?
- Yeah.

- Congratulations.
Thas fantastic.
- Thanks.

- Say, what were the
winning numbers?
- Whas that?

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

Winning numbers...
Yeah, I remember them.

Les see. Is all coming back
to me now. Les see, there's a.

...one...

...and a two?

- Three?
- Okay, thas it, come on.

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

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

No, Earl, I wanna...

- Where you two going?
- Nowhere.

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

- Whas wrong, Junior?
- My ear hurts.

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

We'll be right back, Baby.

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

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

Thas funny, because in my book
stealing money is a big deal.

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

Okay, if thas the way
you want it.

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.

Years ago, I stopped at
a liquor store so Tinker
and Junior could get whisk ey.

Turns out, they had
something else in mind.

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
mak e it on foot.

For chrissake!

Tink er got three to five.

Junior, 'cause it was his
first offence, 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.

It was the longest six weeks
of my life.

Whad 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.

Les go see Tinker.

What for?

Okay.

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

- Hey, Tinker.
- What?

How was your vacation?

Real funny.

Glad you came by.

Planning on finding
you anyhow.

Thas 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.

Whas that?

Is 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 favour.

I'm gonna hang onto the drugs
and whas 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,
is 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.

Les go, Junior.

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 thas not my problem.
Les 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
behaviour I should expect...

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

- You done talking to me
for good?
- 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.

- Les 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 $2011 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 thas 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.

Thall 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!

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?

- 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.
- 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...
- I'm serious.

- Thas Jimbo. I gotta go.
- Where to?

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

See you later, Earlene.

Hurry up, sunshine.

Whas 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

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, thas just...
Thas just crazy, man.

Thas 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.

- Is 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?
- Whas the point?

Beer. Thas 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. Les 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.

Ill 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

Thas 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. Les 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.

Earl, you out here, babe?

You out here?

- 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.
- Thas right. Go on now.

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

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.

Thas 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.

Whad 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?

Is 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.

Les go!

Come on!

- What the hell are
you doing, Tinker?

- Calling you out,boy.
Leaving you

- 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 is 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 is coming.

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.

Is it Tink? I'm gonna
kill him.

- I think Baby mighve
beat you there.
- 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?

Is not the sort of thing
you wanna tell the police
unless you have to.

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

I'll find you.

Something wrong, Earl?

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

You mean by, like, horny guys?

No.

Les go see the sheriff. Damn.

Thas 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?
éIs 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, thas 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.

Is my official duty to
be there.

You understand.

Les go, Baby.

Y'all take care now.

- 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!

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.

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?
Is 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 is 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 Theatre.

- 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?

- Whas 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.

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.

- Hello?
- 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. Is 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?

Thas 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..

...l'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 $2000 missing from
here.
- Here's the deal.

Hey, is 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...

...l'm gonna take
$2000 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.

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, is 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 $1900 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?

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 $2000
of our money.

- It was only $1900.
- 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?

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

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

You spent some of that
$2000 on them,I paid $2000
back. So they're mine now.

I think that was $1900.

- 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!

- Lf not for Baby, I'd have
drowned you!

- For your information,
I can swim.
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 favour.

Still got that shotgun?

You know I do.

I hated to inv olve 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

Is 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 thas who Junior and I
met with last night.

Maybe thas 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.

- Whas his name?
- I ain't telling!

How about that one?

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...

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!

- 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.

- Is in the kitchen.
- Junior?

- What?
- Lower it, Junior!

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

What kind of pathetic
criminals
are you boys?

The kind that are gonna
carve you up.

Is 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.

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. Is yours.

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

- You fellas have a nice day.
- 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 we gonna take
that bag?
- I got it wrote down.

- Is that where we're
going to now?
- Nope.

Tink?

Shit!

- Hey, Tinker?
- Whas up, Earl?

There's no smoking
in Jimbo's car.

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

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.

Shouli9ve 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?
- Thas what...

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

- Is 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.

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.

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.

- Les go, fellas.
- Junior, get!

I think is time for us
to get, boys.
Thas right, you first, Junior.

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

- Go!
- Are you mad?

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
$2000 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!

- Thas goddamn pathetic.
- Tinker, get your big leg
in the car!

- 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.

- Whas that?
- Nothing.

You're dumber than Junior
if you planon 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.

I ask ed myself, why in the
world would I continue to
help a retard lik e Junior...

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

It did cross my mind to tak e
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 wouli9ve 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.

Thas a lie! Earl, is been
your idea the whole time.

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

Shut up, you butt-bumpin
g 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.

Thas all right, Jimbo.

You got any last words, Earl?

No, sir.

Could you hold on a second?
Is 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 tak e 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.

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!

Thanks, Jimbo.

- Today, Junior!
- Sorry.

- Hey, I want my cell phone
back.
- Give him his cell phone!

Damn it! All right, boys,
les get.

Mister money man,you're really
scared in your boots now.

Look at his face. Fellas, look

Les 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.

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!

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?
- Is 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?

Les go get that gal of yours,
Earl.

Set your guns down, Homes.

Hey, Juan. Is me, Tinker.

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

Three seconds and counting,
pendejos.
Two, one.

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.

Is 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.

This is messed up stuff
you got me into.

I like you people.
Ricky Martin is great.

Yo quiero Taco Bell.

I pissed myself.

- 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.

Hold on!

Earl, you all right?

Thas gonna leave a mark.

Looky here.

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

You're stupid.

- 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!

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.

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?

- 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
is enough.
I ain't saying is enough.

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

Thas 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.
- I'm a person too, you know?

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

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, thas...
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...

...l'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 is 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.

...l'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.
Thas 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.

- 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
offence by it.

Is 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.

Some will say that the City
of Angels,
thas a misnomer, a jok e.

They say is 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 tak e out my daddy's
killer for a night of
romance and boot-scooting.

We gave Wayne and my mama
plane tick ets and money
for Vegas...

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

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

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

...at the local shooting range

Subtitle arrangement:
Plavi-G, Mai 2003