America Brown Page #4

It's not for you to decide!

Dammit, Leon.

- What we come here for?

- We came to get the boy.

- What we come here for?

- To get the boy.

Okay, you gonna go get the boy?

You want me to go in there

and just drag him out here?

Yeah, break the

God-damned door.

Break the God-damned door!

Back off!

What's the problem?

Back off!

What's the problem?

The n*gger in

the collar, he...

All right.

All right.

Hey, just get him inside!

He's with me.

He's with me.

It's all right.

It's all right.

I got you.

I got you.

I'll see you at the trial, kid.

Let's get out of here.

Father, just get him inside.

It's all right.

All right?

All right?

Okay. Come on.

Let's go inside.

Hey. HEY!

Hey!

Tell me you ain't quittin'!

I can't.

Stop!

And do what?

What you gonna do?

What you gonna do?

Put your hands up.

Put your hands up!

Sh*t!

Ricky!

Please! Please!

I hate you!

Why?

You're good.

I hate you.

I love you.

You're quitting?

That's funny, Bubba.

I love you.

You're everything to me.

You're everything to me.

I love you, too, Daniel.

Why?

I love you, too, Daniel.

Get up.

Get up.

Get up!

Get up!

Get up!

Get up!

I didn't mean it.

No!

I didn't mean it, Daniel.

I didn't mean it.

No!

No!

No!

Daniel!

Daniel!

Daniel!

Daniel!

Daniel, please!

It's all right.

No!

It's okay.

What's wrong with him?

I think you'd better

get him in the house.

You got him?

Come on, Leon.

Let's go.

Yeah.

Hi.

You have a waitress

who works there.

Uh, Vera.

It'll be okay.

You're gonna be okay.

Okay?

Hello.

Rosie?

- Hi.

- Hi.

Good luck.

- And you too?

- You too.

I've a voyage to Paris.

You leaving?

Go.

- Um, thank you.

- It's nothing.

You want to walk with me?

You never got to play for me.

Oh well.

One day.

If you're lucky.

Don't fall down.

Wish I could do that.

Thank you, sir.

Don't you wanna get that?

It might be me.

It's been more

than fifteen hours.

Well, I was playing

hard to get.

What do you know about that?!

I don't, mama.

I met a girl.

- You did?

- Yeah, mama.

Don't cry, mama.

Don't cry.

Ricky, it's mighty courageous

of you to step forward like this...

and take responsibility

for your perceived crime.

Look, I'm going to speak plain

and honest to you, okay?

Now, maybe you did use an unlawful

degree of force to defend yourself,

and perhaps I can

go find some witnesses...

to cooperate and help me

pin a charge on you.

And maybe, like you say, you even

had some want for him to die.

Now, of course that

saddens me very much to hear.

I'm desperately

sorry for your loss,

but I'm even more sorry that

you're sitting in front of me now,

trying to pay a higher price for it

than I'm sure you already have.

Look, do us all a favor, son.

Take advantage of the

gifts God's given you...

If there's one thing that'll make

me want to put you behind bars,

it's for you to throw

those gifts away.

It just wouldn't

be righteous.

Okay.

I've said enough.

Thanks for coming down.

Hey, y'all take care of

yourselves now, okay?

- Lyle?

- Yes, Beth.

I have Bo Williams

on the line.

He wants to confirm

golf this weekend.

Tell him I'm looking

forward to kicking his butt.

Oh yeah, and tell him to

bring that bum Bryant with him.

One day, bubba, you're gonna

have the whole world...

in the palm of your hands.

I can feel it in my bones.

I can see it...

"Ricky Brown! Greatest quarterback

ever to play Texas ball".

What do you think

of them apples?

I'm okay now.

I'm okay.

It's great to see you

throwing the ball, Rick.

It's great to be throwing one.

It means a lot to us.

It ain't meant for you.

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