Honkytonk Man Page #3

Holy sh*t! I'm going to Nashville!

Here's our route, Hoss.

We just skirt right around Roscoe

and head straight on out to Enid.

Enid? Ain't we going through Tallapoosa?

Long way out of the way.

Don't worry, Mr. Wagoner.

We'll make it to Tulsa, all right.

When we do,

we'll look up Mr. Durwood Arnspringer.

Mr. Who?

Fellow owes me some money.

Wake me, Hoss, when we get to Enid.

- All right, we're getting close.

- Close to what?

This is where it happened. Pull over.

The Hennessy Line ran right along

over there.

Stretching from horizon to horizon.

- What're you talking about, Grandpa?

- The Run! It was the Run, boy.

When they opened the Cherokee Strip

to white settlers.

September 16, 1893.

This is where it happened?

The Hennessy Line ran along

right over there.

People lined up as far as you could see.

Thousands and thousands of people.

Men, women, kids. All ages. All kinds.

On horses and mules,

in wagons, buckboards, surreys...

Some of them on foot. Lots of them.

Where were you?

See that hump in that ridge over yonder?

That's where I was, near about.

I was 18 then...

set in the saddle of an old mule,

an old saddle.

I rode that old mule

all the way from Tennessee.

I got him here three days before the Run,

so I could rest him up.

It was the greatest horse race

in the history of the world, boy...

and for the greatest prize...

the Cherokee Strip.

Did you get some of it?

Yeah, I got mine. I lost it later.

But, hell, that don't matter.

It wasn't just the land,

the dirt itself that I was racing for.

It was the Promised Land.

That's what you got to understand.

That's what I try to make

people understand. It wasn't just the land.

It was the dream.

That's what I tell them.

We wasn't just land chasers, Whit.

We was dream chasers.

Just look at it now.

All turned to dust.

We ruined it, Whit, we ruined it.

But there's other places. California, now.

They say that's the Promised Land, too.

No. Too old to go chasing another dream.

Holy sh*t!

The only dream I got is going home.

Help! Do something, somebody!

Son of a b*tch!

- I'm going over.

- You know what you're doing, boy?

No. If I did, I wouldn't be doing it.

That's the way, Hoss. Keep him busy.

That's the way, Hoss.

Keep him busy!

B*tch!

What's so damned funny?

That was my new shirt.

When you was climbing that ladder...

that bull's horn missed your a**hole

that far.

I don't need a bath for a while,

that's for sure.

And I know we both feel

that we have been had

That's good, Hoss.

I'm gonna write that down.

That's good.

Well, I got my guitar

That's really good, Hoss.

You've got it now.

Throw your arms around

this honkytonk man

How's that?

Damn, boy! You've got

this songwriting stuff down.

Hey, how about that?

They don't know where the fellow is.

Or if they do, they're not talking.

Do you reckon we'll ever find him?

I don't know.

Hey, he might know.

- Who?

- Bob Wills.

Let's go to this radio station.

Go up here and turn right.

Why don't you fellows drop me off

at a motor court?

You know Bob Wills?

Your Uncle Red wrote this tune

they're doing right now.

What're you doing in these parts?

I'm just traveling through

on my way to Nashville.

- I've got a try-out on the Opry.

- That ought to do it for you.

The way you write songs and sing...

How'd you like the way

we've done your song?

It's a lot better than I've ever done it.

We've been playing this some on dances,

the crowds love it...

and all the guys in the band like it.

We'd like to record it in Dallas next week.

- Fantastic, I could sure use

the dough, too. - All right!

This is my nephew, Whit.

I believe he wants to meet you.

Hey, Whit, how're you doing?

- Don't talk, does he?

- No, he sings pretty good.

At least, I think he will

when his voice changes.

That's great. Well listen,

good luck on the Opry.

I might not get to Nashville at all,

unless I can find Durwood Arnspringer.

Used to book some shows.

Do you know him?

I know him. Does he owe you money?

He wrote me a rubber check

for a thing I did for him a few years back.

Look...

I know where you might find him.

You remember Miss Maud's cathouse...

Miss Maud's place?

He hangs around there a lot.

Why don't you go by

and tell her you're a friend of mine?

All right, I'll do that.

Hey, wait...

if Durwood don't come through

with the money, could I help?

I'll get it out of him.

Don't worry about that.

Good luck to you. See you, Whit.

A real whorehouse?

Howdy. I'm looking

for a Mr. Durwood Arnspringer.

Bob Wills said you might know

where he is.

You a friend of Bob's?

I've done business with Arnspringer

on occasion.

He's got a card game going

back at the Choo-Choo Cafe nights.

That's all I know.

Down by the railroad tracks.

Down by the railroad tracks?

I'm much obliged, ma'am.

Say...

as long as we're here...

my son here, he's 16.

He ain't never been with a woman,

and I'm getting worried about him.

You think maybe we could fix him up

before he gets pimples?

We don't take no kids here, cowboy.

We got enough trouble with the cops

without that.

I'm his daddy, I'll

take the responsibility.

None of the girls here would take him.

What're you staring at, kid?

I told you I'd take the responsibility.

You.

Why?

It wouldn't be you or the boy

that'd get arrested if the cops come.

It would be the girl with him,

besides myself, of course.

That's why won't none of them take him.

Because you're so beautiful.

It's a sad state when a man

can't buy a woman for his own boy.

Miss Maud, I'll take him.

Well, it's your risk, I reckon.

Would you like to come with me?

That'll be $2, then.

And if you want a girl, too...

Well, I just might.

Got anything around here

built for comfort?

Honey, I think we could accommodate you.

- Kind of robbing the cradle, ain't you?

- Shut up.

Come on over.

Take your pants off and

I'll wash you up, okay?

That's okay.

We'll just try again in a few minutes.

Well, how'd you like it?

What's the matter, cat got your tongue?

I love you.

Well, Hoss, how was that?

That's exactly the way your old Uncle Red

felt after the first time.

- Yes?

- Durwood Arnspringer around here?

Mr. Arnspringer?

He's taking a nap.

Why don't you wake him up? Tell him

Red Stovall wants to say hello to him.

Well, as I live and breathe!

It's not Red Stovall!

I've had occasion to wonder

what happened to you, Red.

It's been years!

I've had occasion to wonder

about you too, Durwood.

Get this sh*t out of here!

You should have been done hours ago!

I got players coming here soon!

So here you are!

What's happened to you, boy?

You don't look too well.

They working you to death?

I'm doing all right.

I got myself a spot on the Opry.

The Grand Ole Opry?

By God, that'll put you on top, boy.

I could sure use that $100 you owe me.

I'm sorry, Red, I really am.

But this depression, you know.

- How about a drink?

- I just want my money.

Red, I told you, I haven't got it.

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