Eye of the Tiger

Yeah! Now we're cookin'.

How do I look today, huh?

I know I look sharp

'cause I'm out of this... dump.

Come on, man, let's go. I don't feeI

like waiting much today. Come on!

Thank you, sir.

That's it? I'm free?

See this?

It's yours.

Hey, man, that's Buck.

Hey, Buck!

Couple of minutes there, I didn't think

they were gonna let us out. Come on.

Hey, let's have a drink.

We're free like a paloma!

- No, thanks.

- Hey, man, don't be a chicken.

Hey, Buck,

you saved my life, man.

I'm not gonna let you

get away that easy. Huh?

You don't owe me nothing.

Hey, that ain't how it is, Buck.

Buck! Tell you what.

At least let me give you a ride home.

What do you say to that, huh?

I won't even speak Spanish, Buck.

To you.

Have a cup of champagne,

talk some business...

What do you say, Buck?

Okay.

All right!

All right!

That's the way I like it.

That's my man.

Here you go.

Want some?

No, it gives me a headache.

What headache, man? We're free!

What are you talkin' about?

- Hi there!

- Hey, yeah!

Your town's a piece of sh*t, man.

Look at this.

You gotta come with me to Miami.

I'll make you rich.

Hey. Legitimate, I swear.

My family got lots

of legitimate business, man.

I'm sure they do.

Thanks.

But, uh, no, thanks.

Aw, sh*t, Buck, what do I gotta do

to pay you back, huh?

- Just forget it.

- I can't forget it, man.

You don't stop those monkeys,

I'd be breathing

out the side of my neck, man.

I'll see you later.

Thanks for the ride.

Sh*t, Buck!

You're gonna drive me nuts!

Hello, Roscoe.

Would you tell the sheriff I'm here?

Okay.

Come in.

Sit down, Buck.

I'll just stand here.

Sit down.

Well, I'll be reaI honest

with you, Matthews.

You know, you should've asked

that parole officer of yours

to parole you to another town

where the law enforcement

doesn't know you as well as I do.

See, I don't want you

in this town.

You're an ex-convict

and you're a killer.

And as far as I'm concerned,

you're one mean son of a b*tch

who shouldn't be

out on the streets.

I guess that's all.

No, that's not all.

You report here once a week.

And if you so much as fart...

and I get wind of it...

Get out.

Get out.

That's all.

Hey, Buck.

Hey, J.B.

Good to see you.

Miami, man.

Who's that?

He's a friend of mine.

He drove me here.

- You feeI rehabilitated?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I thought so.

Thinking about moving?

- No.

- Why not?

Hell, I grew up here.

It's home.

You feeI like moving?

After the screwing you got,

I don't know why you wanna

come back here in the first place.

You don't?

I don't need any more problems,

know what I mean?

The sheriff is gonna make your life

miserable. The man's an a**hole.

- He's your boss, J.B.

- Just for ten more days.

Say, what's this?

Thanks.

This town is losing

its greatest black man.

I'm retiring.

I'm gonna lay on the beach,

work on my tan.

Mommy, Mommy,

Daddy's home! He's home!

What's in the letter?

Oh, it said,

"Anytime, anyplace, anything. "

Oh? What's her name?

No, no,

it's nothing like that.

- Daddy! Daddy!

- Thanks for the ride.

Hey! Come here!

Oh, Daddy, you're home!

K ss K ss

I missed you so much.

Well, I missed you.

I missed you.

Here, take this.

That's for you.

See what you can do

with that.

Hello.

Hi.

It's been kinda hard on you,

hasn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah.

But it won't be anymore.

Daddy, thank you so much.

Mommy, Mommy,

look what Daddy got me.

Oh, honey, that's beautifuI.

It's just almost

as beautifuI as you.

It's nice to know

some things don't change.

Is Jen as good as she seems?

Yeah, she is, though she's been

on pins and needles

since we visited you last,

trying to believe

you were really coming home.

- Yeah.

- But, uh, I think she's great.

I don't think she's

one of our problems.

Good.

How about the job?

It's there.

You start tomorrow night.

Tomorrow night.

That's good.

- Are you sure?

- What?

I just don't think it's fair that they're

making you start all over again.

Well, they have to.

Oh, damn it!

They're just af...

they're just afraid

that someone won't like

an ex-con being foreman.

Seems like everybody in this town

is afraid of somebody or something.

I think it would be better

if we just got out of here.

No, Christie. No.

Why stay if they're not

gonna treat you right?

Hey, what about all

that we said we're gonna do?

Our plans, our plans

about getting ahead...

Aren't you guys

ever gonna finish talking?

Maybe, maybe not.

Come here.

Come over here.

Get over here.

- Has mama tickled you?

- Yes.

It's not much, but I need it.

It's home.

You glad to have me home? Huh?

Are you glad to have me home?

I'll just come by the house, Hank.

Hey, there he is!

Hey! How you doing, boss?

I'm not the boss anymore.

How you doing?

Good. Hell, it's just

a temporary thing.

You'll be foreman

before they get this thing skinned.

We'll see.

Company don't know

what the hell they're doing.

They never did, did they?

Is there anything to know?

Just don't get too bored, is all.

I won't. I'm good at that.

- Okay, buddy.

- See you later.

- Good luck to you.

- What do you say, Buck?

Tommy, you wanna go

for a couple cold ones?

Good luck, Buck!

- Hi, Jake.

- Another hard day?

Actually, it wasn't too bad.

- Good night.

- Good night.

No!

No! No! No!

No! No! Stop! No!

Hold her down.

- Hold her down!

- No!

Hold her,

for chrissakes!

No! No!

You're okay.

You're okay now.

I'm gonna take you to the hospitaI.

You're okay.

It's my job to enforce the law

in this town, and I do it.

I have a mind to send you back

right now for that stupid vigilante sh*t.

But you're gonna leave this town,

Matthews, and I mean leave it.

One way or the other,

I'll see to that.

No sh*t.

Don't play with me, boy.

You can only lose.

- Where you going, boy?

- Back to work, sir.

- Back to work?

- Yes, sir.

"Yes, sir. "

I like that.

"Sir. "

Hey! Buck!

Hey, what are you doing here?

What the hell is going on?

Hi, Mr. Matthews.

Will you talk to us?

Were you frightened?

Do you know who

these assailants were?

- How've you been?

- Good. No, I don't. I'd like to know.

- You didn't call me.

- There wasn't time.

When did you get out of prison? Did you

know nurse Reynolds before last night?

Please talk to us, Mr. Matthews.

You used to call me "Buck," Melody.

Remember?

- They gonna give you your job back now.

- Think so?

A reluctant hero, a good Samaritan...

a speciaI breed in these

violent, frightening times.

This is Melody Mendrosa

with mini-cam 6

In front of Buck Matthews' house

on East Canyon Road.

Everyone knows

they're drug runners.

They used to stay out of town,

but about a year and a half ago,

people started seeing

more and more of them.

Now they just do

whatever they wanna do.

What about the sheriff?

Oh, a lot of noise.

He doesn't do anything. Thanks.

J.B.?

Yeah, he arrested

a few of them,

but when they but out on baiI,

they just disappear.

Yeah.

Oh, God.

- You tired?

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