Crazy Heart Page #4

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I'll get the doctor for you.

Sit back. Relax.

We'll get the doctor.

I'll be honest with you, okay?

The problem isn't the ankle,

it'll heal clean.

The problem is your general condition...

or the extreme lack of it.

The kinds of stuff we're talking here,

emphysema, heart failure, cancer ...

and an extremely good chance of a stroke.

They will kill you.

Are you gonna talk to me?

- About what?

Let's not kid ourselves,

you're an alcoholic.

I'll take care of your leg, you do

something for your cholesterol ...

but you have to stop smoking

and drinking ...

and lose 25 pounds.

Okay, Mr. Blake?

If I'm half as good about being laid

up as I think I'm gonna be...

You need to hush now, seriously.

Why? Am I rambling?

Must be those blue pills.

Think I can get more of those?

- No.

You know that song?

Can't remember who did it.

- That's how it is with the good ones.

You're sure you've heard them before.

You wrote that?

- Yes, ma'am, just now.

This is so unfair.

- What?

Some people'd give ten years of their

life to be able to do that...

and it just pours out of you.

Are you mad at me?

Want me to go to a motel?

No.

What?

I don't want you to go.

- What then?

Well, you were writing a song in my bed.

So?

- So?

Every time I lie down and hear that

beautiful goddam song ...

you're gonna be out there running around,

not even remembering this day.

I can't ever forget.

- Hey, if I could walk I'd come to you. Come here.

Come here. Listen to me.

When I was at the hospital,

I thought about who to call.

Who really gives a damn about me?

And then I thought about who I wanted to see.

You hear me?

I won't forget about you.

I won't forget about this day.

I promise you.

Look at you.

What are you doing in Santa Fe?

You're not supposed to be there.

Visiting a friend.

Can you drive yet?

- Pretty soon.

I want you to get back out as soon as possible.

Jesus Christ. If you're sister was turning

$25 tricks you'd overbook her.

Very funny. Remind me to book

you into some comedy club.

Just so you know, I have a contract here

offering you $75,000.

It's an advance for an album

to be recorded at a future date.

Wait, wait a minute.

What offer?

Don't worry about who.

Plus another $20,000

for first refusal rights...

for all the songs you write or co-write...

in the next two years.

Holy sh*t.

- This will be your best year in the last seven.

And you know who's responsible?

Tommy Sweet.

So do me a favor. Ease up on him, will you pal?

Tommy?

- Yes, Tommy.

All right, I'll talk to you in Houston.

And don't marry your friend.

I'm not getting married.

Listen ... Full of sh*t. (?)

Wanna call him back and say

I'm not about to marry you?

You might wanna wait until I ask

before you turn me down.

I'll sleep on the fold-out.

It'll be too confusing for Buddy.

No, I 'll do that.

- No.

You need a bed.

It's all right, I want to.

I'll go get him.

He wants to draw on your cast.

Will you do something for me?

- You name it.

Don't drink in front of him.

No problem, here.

Bad!

Look at you, Bud!

- I can see the mountains!

I haven't felt like this ever!

This is insane! (?)

What a ride! Come here!

Wow! Was that fun?

- My God!

You gotta go up there,

it's like another world!

Kiss me.

Take that. Nasty gale. (?)

Pretty darn intense.

Is it always like that?

- What are you talking about?

You've been married a lot.

- Yeah, but I, you know, I didn't ...

I've got a 28-year-old son, Jeanie.

I haven't seen him since he was four.

Where is he?

- I dunno.

His mother, Mary Jo,

lives in Marfa, Texas.

I do not know what he looks like,

or what he does.

I never taught him to ride a bike

or watch him play baseball. None of that.

Why not?

- I dunno.

I wasn't there,

even when I was.

I couldn't live

if I lost Buddy.

That's the damndest part. I did.

I wanna get away

by ourselves this weekend.

What day is it today?

- Thursday.

I'm not coming back to this city. (?)

- In a while. (?)

Come here now.

Come here!

Don't rip the pretty dress.

Come here!

I gotta go, I gotta go.

I love you.

Where are you going? (?)

I gotta get to the paper.

I'll drop Buddy off at daycare

and call you at about three.

Let him stay here with me.

You don't wanna babysit.

What do you mean?

- Buddy, you wanna see you friends, right?

Come on,

we want to stay here, Mom.

Yes, we want to stay here.

- We do?

Please.

- And do what?

Man stuff.

- Yeah, man stuff.

How will you do that with your ankle?

Come on,

it'll be good for us.

Please, Mom.

- We'll be fine, I promise.

All right.

His lunch box is over there.

I'll get his car seat.

Here, take this.

Can you pick me up some cream of tartar?

I need it for my biscuits.

Some what?

- Cream of tartar.

Do you play cards?

- Yeah.

What do you play?

- Just regular, like (???).

Hey.

- What?

You know what we oughtta do?

We oughtta go and see if we can find

some trouble to get into.

Yeah, big trouble.

- Be kinda fun.

Let's see what's in your box.

There you go!

Put your head back. I got you!

I got you!

Hey, be careful up there,

don't fall down!

Hey, Bud.

I've brought you something.

Bud?

Buddy?

Oh my God.

My god, you scared me.

What time is it?

We had fun. Nobody died.

You taste like chocolate.

Look what I've brought you.

You're my roadie and groupie

all rolled into one.

Set those down there.

Look at that paint job, huh?

That's rust - metal flake rust.

I want you to come to Houston.

Would you do that?

Throw those in there.

I'll be there for four months.

Nights only, so I got my days off.

I took time off for your visit, so

I don't know if I can.

You can take Buddy. There's all kinds of

great stuff for kids...

All right, we'll see.

- that aquarium with a big fountain.

All right, we'll see.

"We'll see." That means no.

- No, it means "we'll see".

All right?

Lotta good stuff to write about in Houston.

And there's me.

- That's more than a visit.

A lot of the good stuff, too.

- Jesus.

I don't wanna hear it, darlin'.

I don't want it around Buddy,

that much I know.

I heard you the first time.

- It's like living with a rattlesnake.

Wait.

I can't see you.

Aydame, amigo. Basura, basura.

Aydame, vamos a limpiar, okay?

Then I'll teach you some words of English.

Hey, hey!

- Hey.

What are you doing here?

I've been looking for you.

Jesus, Bad. You look like sh*t, man.

- Yeah, I know...

it's all the toilets I have to play in.

- Yeah?

Good to see you.

Sorry about the wreck,

I heard about that.

Could've been worse.

- Yeah.

How's business?

- Business? What business?

Since you've been on the road, I tell you ...

it's crap.

- Yeah, well if you cleaned this joint ...

maybe you'd figure out how to

get this business running.

If I cleaned it up I might find

out that we're both broke.

I had to git rid of my bartender.

It's just me and old Jesus.

Sh*t.

- Yeah, just us.

So? How's the road?

- Not getting any shorter.

Makes coming back here look good.

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