Crazy Heart Page #5

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I have a feeling, knowing you, that

something happened. Special.

Yeah, I met a woman in Santa Fe.

- Yeah? Doesn't surprise me.

She's a good one, real good.

- Yeah?

More? No, not any more.

That's it.

- Oh, you sumbitch.

So. Santa Fe's a long way from here, right?

It's a tough trip for a man who

has to work Saturday nights, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, but worth it.

- We'll get you back in shape singing.

I want you to meet somebody.

Oiga, Jesus. Come here.

I want you to meet a legend. Big Bad.

Hi there, what's your name?

- Juan.

Yeah, Juan.

- Juan.

Or Jesus. Whatever.

A good man.

Hello.

Hi.

Is this Steven Reynolds?

Yeah, who's calling?

Actually I'm on a bit of a hunting trip....

I'm trying to track down a Mary Jo Reynolds.

She lived in Nashville from 1980 to 1985.

Born in Lima, Ohio.

You wouldn't be related, would you?

She was my mother.

Hey buddy, I can't hear you.

Who is this?

Your father.

Who?

I'm Bad Blake.

I'm here in Houston.

I'm your father.

How are you?

What do you want?

I'm kinda shocked

to hear your voice.

You said "was".

Mary Jo's dead?

Two years, come October.

What happened?

Everything.

I'm sorry, Steven.

Yeah. Well listen, what do you want?

I want to see you.

I don't think so.

Will you think about it?

I'm sorry sir, I probably

won't be able to help you.

Wanna take down my number?

I got your number.

Well ...

Sleep on it, think about it, and ...

I really would like to talk.

Imagine that.

I made the cars go real fast.

And when the collide they go boom! (?)

Oh, you got the cars, huh?

I can make them go faster than

anybody, then they crash!

What he's trying to say is "thank you".

But you gotta stop sending him things.

He thinks you're Santa Claus.

I do think he's Santa Claus.

I want him to know I'm

thinking about him, darling.

Are you thinking about me?

Yes I am.

Are you all right?

I called my son last night, Jeanie.

And?

He wouldn't talk to me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I don't blame him.

Jeanie ...

I'm not feeling well.

I'll have to call you back.

Bad?

Big Bad, where are you, boy?

No, not again.

We're going fishing, all right?

Let's go. You forget? Let's go.

Get dressed, I'm waiting on you.

Toss me another one of those

barley pops, would you?

Here you go.

I hate to admit it, but

this was a damn good idea.

I just sent what might be

my best song ever to Tommy.

To record?

- Yes.

It's one of those you hate to give up.

- Why'd you do it?

He's paying me awful good.

He's in LA now, recording it.

Well I hope he don't f*** it up.

He can't f*** it up. It's that good.

So your boy won't talk to you?

No..

I don't blame him. I was wrong.

I had no right to call him.

Wait. You were wrong 25 years ago,

and wrong since, but ...

you called him. Now you're not wrong.

You're right, he's wrong.

- I went 25 years without trying to find him.

He's right. Too little, too late.

- No.

It's never too late son, never too late.

You called him, it's done.

All right? It's complete.

Now you're on the right track.

Just keep going. He's your son.

He is all I got.

- Keep after him.

It's what you gotta do.

It reminds me of a song by Billy Joe Shaver.

"I'm gonna live forever. Gonna cross that river.

Gonna catch tomorrow now ."

Goes something like:

"Nobody here will ever find me...

but I'll always be around. Just like

the songs I leave behind me...

I'm going to live forever now."

And listen to this, now:

"You fathers and mothers,

be good to one another...

please try to raise your children right.

Don't let the darkness take them...

Don't make them feel forsaken, just

lead them safely to the light."

Hello.

- Hi.

Are you all right?

- Yeah, fine. Why?

You didn't sound all right yesterday.

Sounded like you were dying.

Must've been food poisoning or something.

Well I'm calling because I got 4 days off

at the end of this month...

And I thought we might come.

But now I'm not sure it's such a good idea.

What do you mean? It's a great idea.

Why would you say that?

Are you sure you're OK?

I'm worried about you.

Don't waste a minute

worrying about me.

There's nothing wrong a visit won't cure.

How's Buddy?

He's fine.

So? You gonna come?

Hey there - oh, you've got you car!

I think he's had it.

All right, Bud?

- He's eating in his sleep!

What do you think of these

big buildings, Bud?

Even Superman couldn't leap over these.

Right here is where Sam Houston and his boys

beat Santa Anna and his Mexicans.

If it wasn't for this spot,

we'd all be speaking Mexican.

That's where Texas got its start, right there.

Do you speak any Mexican, Buddy?

"Agua" and "adios."

That's pretty good!

Wow, Bud, what do you see there?

Where did he go?

I think there's a watch for that one there. (?)

Are you getting tired?

- He's got so much energy he wears me out.

Why not go back to that park and take a

load off? Let Bud and I fool around...

and we'll come back around noon

and take you out to lunch.

All right.

Okay, you have your wish in your head?

'Cos here's the spot.

Here.

Pick one. Pick some, you

can have a bunch.

There you go, that's good.

Here's mine.

Can't see it.

Hey Bud, wanna go inside where it's cool?

Let's do that.

Come on.

Let's go in this place and wet our whistles

before we pop outta the ground.

Out of the ground? Like that guy on TV?

- What guy?

The one on TV

- Yeah, that guy. Come on.

Hi there.

How are you guys today?

- All right.

Take a load off there, Bud.

I'll take a McCure's, if you got it...

Make it a double.

Ginger ale for my pal here.

Also a double.

Mine on the rocks, please.

How about you?

Rocks.

Lookie here. Look at this.

You wanna go explore?

You can.

What did you get?

Wow, Bud, you're getting

all kinds of good stuff.

That's $12.50 altogether.

$12.50?

Jesus!

Does this music drive you crazy?

If I heard it, it probably would.

Bud, come on and get your ginger ale.

Buddy?

He's probably in the restroom.

Buddy!

Come on, Bud.

Did he come back out here?

- No.

Buddy!

What the hell?

Did you see a little boy come in here?

Bud?

No..

I lost my little boy.

He's got brown hair. Four years old

His name's Buddy.

Buddy? What was he wearing?

I don't remember.

- Okay, well, sir...

where did you last see him?

- In a bar.

A bar. Which bar, sir?

- Hell, I don't know.

It was a little dark bar.

- Okay.

All stations, we've got a lost boy...

four years old, brown hair. Name's Buddy.

Report back, please.

Thank you.

- Why don't you stay here with me?

No, I gotta go find him. He's lost...

he's from New Mexico. We're supposed

to be meeting his mother.

I understand you want to find him,

but I need you to stay here.

All the guys are looking for him.

All right, sir?

Sir, how much have you had to drink today?

I had a drink.

- A drink.

What difference does that make?

- You lost him, sir.

Yeah, I lost him.

I'm gonna go find him.

Bud!

Have you seen a little boy?

What's going on?

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