Cowboy Up Page #3

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most guys are just scared

of them.

Probably for a good reason,

don't you think?

-Well, they gotta love

somebody.

-And that'd be you?

Why not?

Hello?

Hey, thanks.

I'm sorry. Dinner's off.

Maybe we'll hook up

in Carson City or something.

Sounds good. Nice to meet you.

-Bye, Celia.

-Bye-bye.

See you later.

ANNOUNCER:
Well, stand back.

We got our bullfighters

over here.

Come on. Don't be late.

(HORN BLOWS)

-You okay?

-Yeah.

ANNOUNCER:

The score coming up f

or Ely Braxton.

Eighty-four points!

Hey!

(WHISTLES)

Dinner's back on if you guys

wanna hang out.

That'd be great.

That'd be great.

-Mario's at 8:
00?

-Yeah.

-Okay, bye.

-Bye.

Seems stupid to bring

me along.

Au contraire.

It's the slow approach.

In matters of love,

brotherly accompaniment

equals respect.

You go in slow

like an iceberg

and by the time

she knows what's happening,

it's too late.

That sounds more

like war than love.

-Love is war.

-You're so romantic.

How's your year been, Ely?

-Pretty good.

-Yeah?

He's been getting checks.

Wrangler called and made

him an offer.

They've really been beefing up

their budget this year.

It's not exactly like

they're giving the money away.

I don't know how you guys

deal with the judge thing.

The judge thing?

You know, the judges

give the scores.

It's like ice skating

or boxing.

Where's the win in that?

If you watched enough,

you'd be able to tell

the winners from the losers.

Really?

I'll take that, please.

-Are you all through?

-Yes, thank you.

I'm sorry.

We don't take credit cards.

-You've gotta be kidding.

-I'm sorry.

They call this a restaurant.

I'm gonna take a pit stop.

I'll see you guys out front.

Sure. It was nice to meet you.

-You're not coming with us?

-No, I'm gonna walk.

Okay. See you.

I'll meet you outside.

-You got any cash?

-No. You said dinner was

on you.

That's when I thought t

hey took credit cards.

I don't have any cash.

Bit of a tight spot, eh?

Sh*t!

Don't worry.

I'll take care of it.

I love you,

you son of a b*tch.

Go get her.

Oh, she loves that.

-You ever get a massage?

-Every chance I get.

You?

Once. It was kind of like

a gift certificate.

And?

Son of a b*tch damn near

put me in the hospital.

And then during the whole

thing, I keep feeling

something dripping on me.

Then I realized

the guy was sweating.

It was a guy?

You got a massage from a guy?

Yeah.

Not a sports massage. I mean,

I get massages from guys.

I didn't know you guys did.

Well, I didn't either.

Give me a hand here?

-Nicely done.

-Thanks.

It was nice to meet

your brother. You guys

are pretty different, though.

Yeah. Ely's a good kid.

He just gets tangled up

sometimes.

Thanks for dinner.

Good night.

Hey, I was thinking about

that massage stuff

we were talking about earlier.

The deal with that was,

it was a gift certificate

and so I kind of felt awkward.

'Cause if it were me,

you know,

I would've asked

for someone else,

like a woman.

You are so funny.

Don't worry about it.

-Good night.

-Night.

I don't know, man.

She gives me a bad feeling.

Why?

She never looks you

in the eye.

She's shy.

That's part of why I love her.

Yeah? What's the other part?

You know, I've been thinking.

I don't think this clown

thing's helping me.

You're not a clown.

You're a bullfighter.

Well, next time we go out,

remind me to talk more

about the stock contracting.

Gee, that'll grab her.

Any woman that makes you feel

like you have to explain

yourself

is the wrong woman.

-Where the hell did you

pick that up?

-My feet?

Ever watch that James Bond

movie where they painted

that lady in gold?

-She suffocated.

-I thought it was

lead poisoning.

No. Her skin couldn't breathe,

something like that.

Sh*t, I don't know.

I've just always done it.

Hey.

What?

What's the old man been up to

these days?

I don't know.

Probably just waiting around

to go to hell.

Do you think he knows?

I mean,

do you think he knows

how we've done?

Probably.

Gotta do it, boy.

He ain't going nowhere.

-He might make it.

-Come on!

This is your last chance

to put some hair

on your balls.

-He's gonna make it!

-Get outta here.

Ely, come here, boy.

Good night, little big man.

Hey, hey.

Come on, Ely. You all right?

(MOUTHING)

Have you ever been

with a zookeeper, Ely?

'Cause this girl had

a funny smell, but she had

the best body I ever saw.

This is Connie. I'm not

in right now. Please leave

a message.

ANNOUNCER:

Poor Randy Frost has drawn

Zapata, the unridden bull.

Randy gets started,

but whoop, he's down!

Now in the winners' circle,

we see the familiar faces

of Ely Braxton

along with Celia Jones,

with another buckle.

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)

"After the wreck, the closest

I ever thought I was gonna get

to a bull

"was cleaning out the stalls

back home," Braxton said.

-I never said that.

I never said that.

-Here we go.

"Ely blames his busy schedule

on keeping he and his father

apart.

"Although he says

he phones him often."

Damn, that is such bullshit.

Relax, cowboy. I'm just

enjoying some fine journalism.

They always find a way

to bring Dad into it.

-Hey, how are you?

-How are you?

-Are you guys in the rodeo?

-Yes.

What's this?

Do you want me to sign it?

How you guys doing?

About ready to go?

You coming in or going out?

Great. Great.

Son of a b*tch.

Sorry. Did I wake you?

'Cause I was just trying

to figure out, while you were

having fun last night,

I spent my night freezing

my ass off in this truck.

Yeah. And while you've

been sleeping, I've had to do

all the driving.

I'd like to know how

the hell that works.

It works well.

I bet it does.

-Hey.

-I don't believe it.

How are you?

Ooh. How are you?

Good. It went well.

I'm glad to hear that.

-Where's your brother?

-Right behind me.

I'm gonna go put

some coffee on. Be right back.

Hey, Ma. What do you think?

-Whose it is?

-It's mine.

Yours?

-You look like hell, kid.

-Thanks.

You look great, as always.

Come here. Give me a hug.

You're all in one piece, huh?

Are you?

Yep, I'm great. You all right?

-Yeah, I'm all right.

-Let's go.

I think I'm gonna sign

a contract with Wrangler,

Ford, and Bud Light.

He's got Southwest coupons,

too. He's been doing

really good.

A good showing in Nashville

ought to sew up the PBR

and then he can quit

and come back and help us

with the ranch.

Maybe. But there's always

something to be said

for sticking with it.

I wanna keep my edge.

Well, we could use your help

back here too.

Maybe I'll do like

a back-and-forth or something.

Let's not get

all confused about

what people are doing

or aren't doing.

Joe and I are working out

just fine here.

You and Joe, huh?

Things getting a little lonely

at the ranch?

You best not forget

what's important.

Home, sweet home.

-Hi.

-Hi.

That's my shirt.

You're wearing my T-shirt.

-What are you doing here?

-I'm home for the Fourth.

-Oh...

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