All language subtitles for Red Shoe Diaries s04e10 Cowboy Cowboy

You want to stop here?

Okay.

Dear Red Shoes,

I have one question for you.

Can you ever really, I mean really, go
home again?

Is it possible to rekindle that one
grand giant flame you left behind?

I guess you can say my story is about
that.

You look beautiful.

How was your trip? How's Chicago?

Hot, muggy, lonely.

You know who that is?

You blew into town Tuesday.

Rodeo season is over.

He's moving back onto the ranch for the
in -between.

Sweetheart, I wish you'd eat.

Sorry, Mama.

I guess I don't have much of an
appetite.

I guess five years is the most you can
expect from some marriages.

How'd you and Daddy do it?

Your Daddy used to say the reason it
lasted so long was because we never went

bed pissed.

And that wasn't the only thing Daddy was
right about.

I tried living with a city boy.

Go on.

Say it out loud. What else was your
daddy right about?

Cowboys, Mama.

How I should have married a cowboy.

You almost did.

I saw the look on your face when you saw
Johnny today.

Give it up, Mama.

There's nothing ever going to happen
between Johnny and me.

Still. He doesn't even know I exist.

He must have cried about a week when he
didn't ask you to the prom.

I guess we like the wild ones, even
though they scare us to death.

I can't imagine nothing scaring you,
honey.

I wish you were right.

Well, the lights are going on up and
down the

street.

And the crude evening air, so

still and sweet.

Just one, one more.

If I get through the twilight

Bye.

Susan Fenton, I'll be damned.

I'm sorry I didn't mean to spy.

I just happened to be passing by.

No need to apologize.

So how you been?

Good as can be expected, except for this
damn drought.

She's pissed.

She's jealous.

No need explaining.

The galaxy's a pretty gal like you, and
it's the same old story.

Enough about me.

Tell me, what have you been doing?

Moved to Chicago after college.

Work in advertising.

Got married.

Got divorced.

Same old story.

You look prettier than I remember, you
know that?

The fact that you weren't always pretty.

It's just that you've gotten prettier,
that's all.

I saw you last night in the park. I'm
not watching.

I should have said something or maybe
put the gal in the pickup, but knowing

somebody was watching made it better for
me.

Not that I like people watching.

It's just that sometimes...

Things get old in a small town.

I miss seeing your daddy around.

He was a good man.

Liked your mom, too.

Always have.

What I said about, uh... We being
prettier than I remember?

Prettier even than I remember.

Bullshit.

You never even knew you existed.

All the cowboy wants to do is fuck you,
darling.

What's wrong with that?

Small town, honey. People talk.

He's with a little cowgirl. Next night,
he's with you.

Not too good for the old self -respect.

Right, Susan?

Fuck self -respect.

Good enough.

Always had a thing for the son of a
bitch, just admit it.

If you will, I will.

Sorry to startle you.

I knocked when no one answered. I took
the liberty of letting myself in.

It's a small town.

Nobody ever locks their doors.

How long have you been standing there?

Just long enough to hear the last part
of your conversation.

I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

There's no need to cry.

The question is, if I hadn't interrupted
you, what's happened if you would have

won the argument?

Where's your mama?

Over city.

What you're telling me is... We're alone
and we'll be for the next couple of

hours.

I parked my pickup down by the main
street so no one would know I was here.

By nightfall, I'll be gone.

what it is.

I've dreamed about us being together
more than once.

If you'd have ever looked out your
window in the middle of the night during

school, you would have understood just
how much I thought about you.

Your daddy caught me once or twice
driving by, but he never said a thing.

He never looked at me.

He never even said anything.

Reason was, is I thought that you
probably didn't think I was good enough

for you.

You being who you were, smart, pretty,
and me just a cowboy.

Knowing I'd always be just a cowboy.

You were going off to college, had your
dreams.

What I'm going to do is turn you around
now. That's okay.

I'm going to open your rope just a
little bit.

I don't know.

Shh.

What can it hurt catching up on
something maybe we both dreamed about?

How many people get a second chance?

And what if we pass it up this time?

Then what?

Please, not in front of the mirror.

I can't stop.

I don't want to stop.

I love looking at you.

Beautiful eyes.

Your hair.

Your skin.

I've never had the courage to stand in
front of a man like this before.

Please, don't close your eyes.

I'll keep mine open, too.

I want to memorize every inch of you.

Hello, Johnny.

Are you Mr. Benton?

Good, Johnny. How are you?

Hanging in there.

Johnny was just driving by, so I invited
him in for a beer.

As long as you're here, why don't you
stay for dinner?

Would you like that?

I reckon I would if it's okay with
Susan.

Well, I reckon why not?

You've got a lot of gossiping to catch
up on.

You sure I can't help? No, no. It's all
prepared. You just sit down, and we'll

bring it right out.

I told Mama about it.

I never could keep a secret.

I hope you don't mind.

I hope the news didn't upset you, ma
'am.

I've always liked you, Johnny.

You've got a wild streak. Everybody
knows that.

But that's all right with me.

Yes, ma 'am.

Thank you, Lord, for this food and for
giving me a daughter who I could share

life with and who brings me so much joy.

And bless this young man who's graced
our table with his presence.

Amen. Amen.

If you don't mind me asking you, ma 'am,
how does someone become like you?

My mama probably would have tweaked my
ears if I'd told her any of my secrets.

Children grow up, Johnny.

Even you.

A mama has to accept that.

Or she'll lose her baby.

Acceptance. I think that's the lesson
Johnny and I learned.

Acceptance of who we are and how we feel
about each other.

Even if years have gone by and we've
both done our separate searchings, in

end, we knew that some things were meant
to be.

That takes us out of here, Stella.

Thank you.