Cowboy Up Page #4

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-Here, I got this for you.

-Thanks.

-Go on. Open it.

Connie, do we have

a miniature Phillips-head

screwdriver?

Gene, you guys remember

each other? Ely.

Sure.

Howdy.

These model 1740s,

it takes a degree

to figure them out.

Do we have one of those

little, tiny, miniature...

Under the sink.

Excuse me?

There's a toolbox

under the sink

with a screwdriver in it.

Great. Thanks.

-Is that yours?

-Yeah. You like it?

It's nice.

You wanna come inside?

We're just hanging out.

No, thanks.

Maybe another time.

Why don't you just

come back tomorrow,

bring this.

We'll make a plan,

try to do this right.

No, thanks.

You're incredible!

You're gone for two months,

you don't even call

and then you show up

out of the blue and act

like I'm a b*tch.

-I called a lot.

-No, you didn't.

-You only called once.

-That's not true.

I left a message once.

I called lots of times.

Oh, that is lame!

I can't believe you!

That is so lame!

If Zapata keeps rolling

along the way he is,

I'd like to take some

of that cash, maybe put

something together.

Like a book?

I was thinking more

like a video. I want something

that says it all.

There's a lot of guys teaching

a lot of different things,

but it's all based

on power and strength.

There's nothing wrong

with a little effort.

Are you kidding me?

Have you seen some

of these guys in the chutes?

All muscled up.

They don't know a single thing

about bull riding.

Take Denny Presser,

for example. Pulls his biceps

clean off the bone.

Never thinks

he's gonna ride again.

I work with him, get him

to focus on balance,

stretching, visualization.

He wins the PBR

two years later.

Oh, come on!

You know that final went

to whoever drew Meathead.

I think I'd give Denny

a little more credit

than that.

He's one out of three guys

who rode him that year.

That was luck of the draw.

Ely, it takes a lot of heart

and skill to ride a bull.

All I'm saying is,

I'm just sick and tired

of these bull riders

with bad attitudes

and bad habits.

It's getting like

I can tell already

who's gonna get injured.

-That's bullshit!

-Ely!

-You don't know

who's gonna get hurt.

-Sure, I do.

It's the power guys,

using the Mitchell technique,

slapping themselves around.

-Just like Dad did.

-All right, Mr. Expert.

What are you gonna tell

Ronnie Kitchens about getting

his face rearranged?

That was the bull.

Fine. Then what are you gonna

tell me?

If you don't smarten up

and start listening,

you're gonna get hurt again,

real bad.

You know what?

I've had it

with all your talking.

My brother loves to go on

and on about this and that,

all day long.

Who made you the expert

anyway, huh?

Besides, Dad got

two money titles.

When did you win anything?

-That's enough!

-You bet it is.

Whatever point you are trying

to make, you just ruined

that dinner!

I didn't ruin that dinner.

Hank did.

And if nobody can see that,

then forget it!

Get back here. Come here.

-This isn't like you.

-Yeah? Maybe it is.

Maybe I'm finally taking up

my place in the world

instead of wandering around

like a goddamn ghost.

Get in here! Come on back!

Eddie, you know he won

all the big ones, right?

-Sure did.

-Cheyenne, Calgary, Denver.

All of them except the finals.

Placed high, but he never

won it.

-Who, your pops?

-Yeah.

It's like Jim Kelly,

Dan Marino. Something's always

gonna be missing.

Hell. Finals back then was

just another rodeo.

PBR was just a pipe dream.

I don't think your daddy

or the rest of us gave

a second goddamn thought.

Yeah, well, hell,

everything's different now.

Everything. Just look at

the old films.

The bulls were pussies

compared to the bulls

we ride now.

These bulls we ride,

they're killers.

-They're killers!

-Looks pretty much

the same to me.

-You don't know sh*t.

-Come on!

Break it up, goddamn it!

Come on!

Oh, sh*t.

What the hell happened?

I didn't touch him!

DOCTOR:
We have to find out.

It could be a number

of things.

An injury in the past years.

It could be a hemorrhage

from the hits he took

over the past months.

Or maybe from the one tonight.

-I didn't realize

it was that serious.

-Hard to tell.

-I still think he should

stay overnight.

-I sort of have already.

At least come back tomorrow

for more blood work

and X ray follow-up.

Okay.

Prednisone. Take with food.

And no more bulls, young man.

-Thank you, Doctor.

-Night.

Your shirt's all screwed up.

You know when

I'm talking and stuff?

I'm not talking about you.

That conversation about you,

that's a whole other deal.

Don't make me have it

with you now.

-Come back tomorrow?

-Yeah.

-You all right?

-Yeah, I'm fine.

Let's get outta here.

Hey. I'll give you

a ride down.

No, I'm all right. Thanks.

What do you mean?

You don't want the company?

Not unless you're going

to Salt Lake.

Salt Lake City?

-You're going

to Salt Lake City rodeo?

-Yeah.

Jesus Christ, Ely!

Didn't you listen to what

the doctor said?

I feel fine. Whatever they

gave me, it worked.

-Don't do that!

-You listen to me!

If you go now, in the shape

you're in, you are going to be

killing yourself.

And if I do, it'll be me

doing it, okay?

Not you, not Mom, Connie.

Me.

Christ, I can't do

this anymore.

This is your deal, not mine.

You know,

maybe you can explain

to me why it always had to be

your deal or my deal,

why it never could just

be ours.

I don't know.

Back office says

we need to take

a wait-and-see attitude.

Granted, you're a great story

with the comeback,

but we only sponsor guys

who make the finals.

-I'm going to the finals!

-I know that.

It's a formality.

Just a few spots up

in the rankings is all.

-We're rooting for you.

-Yeah, right.

I'll see you around.

Check it out, son.

It don't get better than this.

Hey, comeback kid!

Come here.

Give me a hand, cowboy.

Whoa! Easy, cowboy.

There's a foot in there.

-Like them?

-They're nice.

Why don't you talk to the rep?

You're high up, aren't you?

-Top five.

-That's what I thought.

What does someone like you do

when there's no one around?

I find someone.

Right.

Out of the five dates

you've had with my brother,

you came through on only one.

Is that true?

Jesus, I have no life.

It's true!

What's with the score keeping?

You got a notebook somewhere?

If you saw what it does

to him, you wouldn't need

a notebook.

You're making me feel bad.

Your brother's a good man.

You bet.

You want a drink?

I'll see you around.

-Hey, Doc?

-It popped.

Okay, hold on.

Let him get his feet up.

(YELLING)

It's gonna hurt. Ready?

(CRACKING)

Every time you pop that out,

you're making it worse.

What do you want me to do?

Try landing on

your left shoulder.

-This is for the pain.

-Good old Dr. Hack.

No, I don't want

a prescription. I need

something now for the pain.

You boys are gonna have

to learn how to ride better.

I gave them all away.

Let's get outta here.

You gave them to who?

I never seen you give

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