Don't Look Back Page #4

- I buried it.

I just felt bad about not telling you guys.

All right, look. We got to keep this

between me and you, for one.

I think it might make Steve nervous.

What are you? A f***in' outlaw, now?

- I guess so.

- Sh*t.

They know where you are?

Can they come here and track you down?

No.

I don't think so.

Hey, Bridget.

How you doing tonight, honey?

Where's Jesse?

I don't know where he is. He's gone.

I also don't know you.

I'm sorry. I'm an old buddy of Jesse's.

He told me a lot about you.

I thought he'd be here with you tonight.

What can I get for you?

Not a damn thing. Thank you, I'm fine.

Who are you, anyway?

Like I said, I'm a friend of Jesse's.

I was hoping you could help us find him.

You're not a friend of his.

I am.

What do you want from him?

I just want to talk to him.

You know something, I got a good idea.

Why don't we go look for him together?

I don't think so.

Come on, it'll be fun.

Thanks for the offer, but I'll just stay here.

So just f*** off!

F*** off.

Sorry, ma'am. I didn't mean to ruin your night.

Why don't you get out of here?

I'll ask you one more time, and then

cut your throat and find him myself.

I'm not some f***in' idiot.

You're not going to kill anybody here.

You can't threaten me, you f***in' redneck!

Cut her a little, Calvin.

I'd love to.

Oh, baby.

He left a message on my machine...

...telling me he had to get out of town.

He didn't tell me where. He wasn't

specific. Like San Francisco or Texas.

- Where would he go in Texas?

- Galveston. That's where he's from.

What's his last name? He have family?

His granddad is from Galveston...

...and his last name's Parish.

I don't know anymore, really, please...

...can I go?

Kill her and bury her. Let's get out of here.

- Thanks. I want to go home.

- No.

- My God.

- It's going to be all right.

It won't be bad, baby, don't worry.

Do you know what time it is, you son of a b*tch?

How did you know it was me, Red?

How's life in the Lone Star State?

It's lonesome, partner. How about you?

Actually, I've been a lot better.

You never call me just to shoot the sh*t.

You got a problem, what is it?

I'm looking for an old boy. I think he

might be down in your neck of the woods.

He's got a lot of my money,

I was hoping you could find him.

- What's his name?

- His name's Jesse.

Jesse Parish.

It's your granddad.

- Granddad?

- I need to talk to you, boy.

- Okay.

- Not on the telephone. Out here.

- Right now?

- Right now, boy.

You coming or ain't you?

- Sure.

- All right, then.

All right, then.

- What happened?

- I did.

I'm happening to you.

A friend of mine says you

stole something from him.

What friend?

An old boy named Marshall Tanner

from Humboldt County, California.

I don't know any Marshall Tanner.

I've never even been to Humboldt County.

You been to LA, ain't you, baby?

I'm looking for a briefcase.

I can get it for you. It's no problem.

Promise that you'll let my granddad go.

All I care about is the money, baby.

All right.

Where is it at?

I don't have it here,

but I can take you to it.

So take me to it.

How do I know you're not going

to kill me?

Do I look like a killer to you, boy?

Oh, God.

He would've killed you for sure, boy.

Was that his car at the fruit stand?

Did Red call?

He called from Galveston a while ago.

He said he found out

where that punk's granddad lives.

That's good.

So Red's paying him a little visit?

He should've already paid it.

He said he'd call back in an hour,

that was two and half hours ago.

- Can we trust Red?

- Red's a straight-up guy.

There's only one reason Red

wouldn't call back.

What's that?

He's dead.

Calvin?

Get us on the first plane to Houston.

Call the Wheeler brothers in Dallas.

Tell them to meet us at the airport.

- Tell them we'll need some firearms.

- Done deal.

I'm going to dump the body, so there's

no way he can be connected to you.

I'm going to come back, get the car,

and leave Galveston.

Listen, I think you ought to go somewhere, too.

I don't know how they tracked me down,

but there might be more of them coming.

It's going to blow tonight, harder than they say.

Are you all right?

I'll be back as soon as I can.

May I help you?

Dell, party of four. We're going to Houston.

Do you have a picture ID, Mr. Dell?

- Do you have a picture ID?

- Of who?

Who f***in' cares?

Are you the grandson?

Yes, sir.

How is he?

How did he get those bruises on his face?

He fell. I should've been there.

These things happen.

- Can I see him?

- He's had a heart attack.

- Is he going to make it?

- We'll have to wait and see.

I don't know, man.

Listen to me. I woke up this morning

and he was gone. He didn't leave a note.

Is his stuff still there?

Then I'm sure he'll be back.

Listen, you don't got to worry about Jesse.

He's fine.

Louis, Jimmy, let's go.

Thanks, man.

I love these things.

Good for me.

How come you ain't gone, son?

I'll be here when you get back.

Now, get.

Jeremy, honey, come inside.

Come on. Let's get ready for dinner.

I'm sure he'll be back by tonight.

I'm worried about Michelle.

You know how it is, I really love her.

Too much, probably.

I think of her as delicate and easily-injured...

...but she's about as sturdy as they come.

The thing is, Morgan,

you never can tell with these storms.

I was even thinking

about getting her out of the water.

I might go to the marina after supper.

If you're not busy, you want to come along?

My wife just bit me.

I have no idea.

Nobody's home.

Calvin, you and the boys go and check it out.

Damn weather. How you doing?

We're fine. How are you, ma'am?

- Nobody home?

- Doesn't look like it.

That's strange. Mr. Parish is always here.

I wonder where he could've gone.

I came to give him some cinnamon rolls.

He loves my cinnamon rolls.

I'm Mrs. Lawson. I live down the road.

Y'all friends of Mr. Parish?

Ma'am! Can I see you over here

for just a minute?

We're friends of Mr. Parish's grandson, Jesse.

You know Jesse!

Yes, ma'am. We go way back.

He's a good old boy.

He sure is, ain't he?

It's real important that we get

a hold of him. It's about a job.

He ain't staying with his grandpapa.

He's staying with his friend Morgan.

Hold it one minute.

Let me see if I understand you correctly.

You mentioned something about a job?

You're not involved in the music business,

are you?

Yes, ma'am.

I can't say I'm always proud of it,

but we are in the music business.

That's wonderful!

Can you tell us where his friend Morgan lives?

Sure, I can tell you.

Jesse's going to be so happy.

I bet he will be.

I'm starting to get worried.

Maybe he's at his granddad's.

He ain't. I called over there.

There ain't no answer.

Maybe he decided

to become a drug addict again.

Where you been?

What's going on?

They're here.

What's going on?

- Where are you going?

- As far away as I can f***in' get.

For everybody's sake.

God damn! Will somebody tell me

what's happening?

Granddad killed someone.

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