America Brown Page #3

I remember the first

time I heard you speak.

You talked about God's will.

You said there

were no accidents.

What are you doing here?

What time do you get off?

As late as you're

willing to stay up.

I got me some beer.

- Want my keys?

- Sure.

Vera!

Inside!

Bye.

You're quittin'?

That's funny, Bubba.

I love you.

What you gonna do?

What you gonna do?

I'm gonna work with mama.

- What?

- I'm gonna work with mama.

And do what?

And do what?

And do what?

And do what?

- And do what?

- Don't do this, Dan.

And do what?

- Don't do this!

- Do what?

What you gonna do?

What you gonna do?

- Don't do this.

- You ain't quitting sh*t!

You ain't quitting sh*t!

Get up!

Get up!

How you doing?

Yo!

Clean up your mess, man!

Pick up your sh*t, man.

What the f*** you smiling at?

Aw, Jesus.

Vera!

Get him out of here!

Walk it off.

Just walk it off, Ricky.

Jesus Christ!

What are you doing to me?

Ricky, come on.

Aw!

Better?

Vera?

I'm hungry now.

Real hungry.

Why are you here?

You came to find me, right?

'Cause you believe in

destiny and you just knew.

You knew.

And you think I'm it.

The one.

And you wanna stay here,

with me forever, right?

But you're gonna leave, right?

- What's up, bubba?

- Hey, what's...

What happened to you?

Don't ask.

Check it out.

You signed it the

day I was born.

I think you should

go home, Ricky.

I'm happy right here.

Go home, man.

You go home, John.

I don't need this, man.

And it don't need you.

Where are you going?

You don't want me

here so I'm leaving.

I asked you a question.

I'm going to my friend's place.

I thought you didn't have

any friends in town.

What difference does it make?

You need to go home, Ricky.

Thank you, John.

Excuse me.

Why did you come here?

I told you why.

You didn't tell me nothing.

Tell me what's going on.

You tell me what's going on.

My-my-my!

Seeing is believing!

Found you on the

Internet, boy.

What are you doing here?

As soon as I heard your

voice I know I had to come.

Well damn, son,

give old Bo a hug.

I asked you a question.

How you doing, John?

I was doing just

fine till about now.

Well, let's not keep you.

You just deliver the goods

and we'll be on our way.

I don't know what

you're talking about.

John, John, John.

You know what I want, John.

It's Ricky Brown, John.

We need him back.

We need to take him

home where he belongs.

Like I said, I don't know

what you're talking about.

John, you know we ain't

leaving till we get our boy.

I think you better

move that foot.

We'll be back, John-boy.

You can count on it.

Come on, Leon.

Let's get out of here.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, dude.

Hi.

See ya.

Yeah, I heard those boys

took a little trip east.

What happened?

Tell me what happened.

My first son died and my baby

thinks he did the killing.

Did he do the killing?

You met him.

What do you think?

I can't imagine.

Well, he sure as hell can.

And they're just pig-happy to

have him keep on imagining it.

Problem is, Daniel was...

Daniel was asking for a

beating and he got one.

Problem was, his heart

couldn't take it.

Why?

It was broken.

Why?

Football, that's why.

I hated what this crazy

obsession was doing to my husband,

and I hated him for what

he was doing to Daniel.

Most of me was

glad when he died.

But then Daniel became the father

and he did it all over again.

Sweet men turned sour.

For what?

And that's when the

real nightmare started.

I started hating Daniel for

what he was doing to Ricky.

Some of me wanted

him to die, too.

Take it from a mother, John.

A husband's one thing,

but a son...

Hell, I hated you, too...

for being so damn good.

For reminding those men

of what they weren't,

for working them into a frenzy,

making them crazier than

what they already were.

But then when my baby became you,

suddenly I understood...

the pain and

the responsibility.

Looking down from

that great height,

on all those who couldn't

touch the clouds...

who never will.

I feel strangely relieved.

Do you understand?

I wish I did.

Aww!

Ooh!

I'll get you.

I'll get you.

I'll get you.

Come on over here.

You know you're

everything to me, right?

You know that, right?

I love you.

I love you too, Daniel.

I love you.

You're good.

You're good.

What do you think of that

rookie at Texas Christian?

- Jackson?

- Yeah.

I'm not convinced.

He reads the game all right,

he's fast as hell,

he's got a pretty

good arm, but man,

he gets hit all the time.

It's almost like he

wants to get hurt.

You think he should have

gone to a drawback school?

I can't say...

But you know, if he ain't

got the greatest arm...

and they're not running the

option all day and all night,

then I don't see

why he would.

Personally, I love

running the option.

But you got an arm, right?

I guess.

Forty-eight with

a five-step drop.

You?

Sixty on the move.

No sh*t?

How do you think

we beat Permian?

Last throw of

the game, right?

Only throw of the game, man.

So you... go play your college

ball somewhere you can throw.

I ain't playing nowhere.

It's a free country.

Is it?

Aw!

Ow!

- You wanna fight?!

- Please...

This has nothing

to do with you!

Nothing!

- Nothing!

- Tell me you ain't quittin'!

I can't.

I can't.

Tell me you ain't quittin'!

You want to know what

happened, right?

Problem is...

I don't remember too well.

It all happened... so fast.

Can we just leave it at that?

Hi, John.

Um, uh, hi.

Vera, right?

Uh-huh.

Can I help you?

No thanks.

Would you like to come in?

I'm Jewish.

Oh.

Ice cream?

Come on, Ricky.

You weren't going to leave

without saying goodbye, right?

Right.

Yes, you were.

You were with that...

That who?

That...

Ricky?

Exactly. I'm worth

more than a shot, okay?

Really?

I'm gonna come and visit.

Oh.

Where you gonna stay?

'Oh, where you gonna stay?'

I don't know,

what's going on...

but you're gonna be fine.

Okay?

You're one of those.

Thank you, ma'am.

Enough with the 'ma'am' sh*t.

Okay.

You make me laugh.

You make me worry.

Why are you still doing

his dirty work, Leon?

I'm here to try

and make it easy.

Easy?

What's easy, man?

What's... huh?

We all got to move on, John.

Where we going?

Huh, Leon?

Where we going?

- John.

- No, tell me.

Where we going?

- We going on back to Texas.

- I ain't.

We not asking you to, John.

Damn you.

You see that?

Damn you, Leon.

One way or the other.

There's only one conclusion.

We don't have a choice,

John, you and me.

We don't have a choice.

You...

Well, the kid lives

to see another day.

Sleep well.

Thanks.

Uh, no, no.

Leave it open.

Hey, John!

Mr. John, I

respect your house.

We're running out of time.

Camp starts in three days.

Stay there.

Don't make this hard, son?

Oh, there he is!

America Brown!

Come on, boy. I got you

a first class ticket.

He's looking strong.

Oh, yeah!

Yeah!

Well, thanks for

coming, fellas.

- John.

- Come on now, John.

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