Cowboy Up Page #2

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back around, and whack!

Ely Braxton, you big dumb dog.

Welcome home.

Hey, Jed. We was just talking

about you.

I was telling the boys

about that umpire mask.

Goddamn thing nearly turned me

into a Belgian waffle.

Braxton, keep your hand out

of the money pot, you hear?

I'm riding for alimony

these days.

-Who'd you draw?

-I didn't.

Doctor's orders.

We got bigger fish to fry.

Next five years,

you boys are all gonna

be riding Braxton bulls.

You watch.

Yeah, you watch. You watch.

I gotta go get some gas.

I'll see you later.

We're only gonna be

a couple hours, so don't

be late, okay?

Oh, come on. Please?

Bull!

ANNOUNCER:

Nobody yet made

a qualified ride.

Let's go down

to chute number seven.

Here's Rough And Ready.

He's... No! Another one down!

I've seen some bull riding

before, but these guys are

really bringing it up.

-Hey, Ray.

-Hey!

ANNOUNCER:

He made the whistle.

What are ride we'll see there.

(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)

-Are you sure?

-Yeah.

Hell, yeah, boy. Right here.

ANNOUNCER:
There's no buck

in him. He's just standing,

waving to the crowd.

The Yuma, Oklahoma cowboy,

Tom Sharples, they're gonna

give him a re-ride.

Stu, Ray.

Pen six.

Kid in chute two.

Let's go with him.

ANNOUNCER:

The young man getting

on this bull

has not been on a bull

for over a year.

A serious injury kept him

out of competition.

His brother Hank,

his dad Reid,

both performed

in the rodeo business.

Ladies and gentlemen,

over here in chute number two

is Ely Braxton

from Santa Maria, California

on a bull they call Doomsday!

Let's watch him ride!

HANK:
Hang on!

Son of a b*tch.

(HORN BLOWS)

Stay! Stay!

Come on! Go, go!

ANNOUNCER:

Eighty-eight points!

Eighty-eight points

for Ely Braxton!

I don't know whether

to hug you or hit you,

you son of a b*tch!

-Great ride!

-Yeah!

Welcome back, my friend.

You ain't missed a day.

Zapata, don't let me down.

There you go.

You have a good ride.

ANNOUNCER:

I've been in the business

a long time

and Zapata's one of

the rankest bulls I've seen.

I told you, Ray!

-Five thousand.

-No, I'm sorry.

-Ten thousand.

-I'm sorry. I can't.

I can't sell this bull.

He's my future, okay?

Fifteen grand, and my wife.

Is that for me or Zapata?

What exactly were

your thoughts

when you got back on the bull?

I don't know.

Stay on, I guess.

How did you prepare?

I didn't.

I'm gonna be sore tomorrow.

What does your father think

about you coming with

a metal plate in your skull?

It's not metal.

-It's good to have you back.

-It's good to be back.

-See you at the truck.

-Thanks a lot.

Take care.

You made a mistake today.

I don't know.

It felt pretty good.

I ain't talking

about your ride.

You're a big boy.

I ain't gonna judge

you for that.

I'm talking

about the reporter.

-What if it makes

the papers back home?

-Don't worry. It won't.

You better hope it doesn't.

Mom, Connie, they'll skin you.

-It was a hell

of a ride though.

-Thanks.

Sure do know how

to sit on a bull.

It must be God given.

Answer me one question.

What's it mean to you in here?

I don't know.

You will.

Morning.

Use a glass.

(SIGHS)

So, is it true?

Is what true?

Ow!

What'd you do that for?

-I'm sorry.

-You have done me in.

You really have.

I was just trying to find

the right time to explain it

to you.

Just done me in.

Just know that.

You've done me in!

Well, you know what?

It felt great!

(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

Ely, come here, boy.

Come on. Now watch, Ely.

Take ahold of this, and watch.

Squeeze the trigger real slow.

-Piece of cake, Dad.

-Okay, son.

Cowboy up.

Reid, what are you doing?

(GUN FIRES)

Go!

Come on, Rose.

It's just a bit of fun.

What the hell? Put that down.

-Go on! Get outta here!

-Come on, Rose.

We're gonna need ten CC's

of penicillin.

-Okay.

-Make him feel

real good later.

-Hey.

-Hi, liar.

Dr. Fremont, Ely Braxton.

He's a liar.

He's also dumb enough

to ride a bull

with half his skull missing.

-Maybe I should step...

-No. It's okay.

You should go. We're busy.

I'm sorry. I'll be right back.

Ely, I'm serious!

If you lie like that,

where does it stop?

Come on. Don't make this

such a big deal.

I haven't done anything.

You lied to me.

After everything we've been

through this year, you can't

give me the real you.

I'm still trying to find

my way back.

-I swear I didn't see

it coming.

-Don't do that.

I didn't know.

Do you want me to lie

to you to make you think that

I'm telling the truth?

It's so scary.

I'm standing here with you

in front of me

and I don't even know

who you are.

If you don't, nobody does.

Including me.

That's a terrible

thing to say.

I'm sorry.

MAN:
(ON TV)

In the late '70s,

the Mitchell technique made

its first appearance

on the circuit

with Reid Braxton

leading the way.

While the technique involved

a pronounced shift forward

in the riding position,

it was best known

for its credo, "Cowboy up."

An all-strength,

take-no-prisoners attitude

which is being demonstrated

by Reid Braxton here.

(ELY GRUNTING)

Thanks, Mom.

You gotta talk to him.

-Talk to who?

-Ely. He's out there packing.

Somebody's got to talk

some sense into him.

Mom, Ely and I get along

because I never daddied him,

I'm not about to start now.

He's healed up fine.

I promise you, I'll take care

of him, okay?

Stop worrying.

-Where do you want these?

-Over there is fine.

Thanks.

Well, the good news is,

I'm done worrying about you,

Ely.

But if you get hurt,

you don't come back here

again.

You understand?

Socks go in the other drawer.

Go. Go see him.

You're a grown man. Do it.

No, thanks.

I'm sure Hank has the address

up there somewhere.

This has nothing

to do with Dad.

You're not him, Ely!

You're you!

God bless you for that.

Bye.

Bye.

(LINE RINGING)

This is Connie.

I'm not in right now.

Leave me a message, or

you can try me at the clinic.

-No Connie?

-Nope.

-Check the clinic?

-No. She's probably busy.

Yeah, she's probably

with that doctor, getting rug

burns on her ass.

What are you looking for?

Oh, there's this girl I know.

She ain't there.

-Is this her rig?

-It's pretty nice, isn't it?

It's real nice.

I want you to meet someone.

Come on.

Hey, Celia.

-How you doing?

-Good.

You doing an exhibition

or something?

I am selling barbecue sauce.

There's someone

I want you to meet.

-My brother, Ely.

-Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

You're the one

that hurt your head.

-That's right.

-This is Sophie.

What about having dinner

with us tonight?

Sounds good.

You're on, Miss Jones.

Gotta go. Bye.

(PHONE RINGING)

Grab that for me. Push "talk."

Hello?

No, she's gone into the arena.

She'll be a minute.

ANNOUNCER:

Here she is,

ladies and gentlemen,

the world's champion,

Celia Jones.

Damn. They better be paying

her a lot of money.

The joke is,

she's a vegetarian.

-I wouldn't have put you

two together.

-That's why it works.

Tell you the truth,

with a woman like that,

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