In the Radiant City

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Hello?

Mom.

You got a stomach

for breakfast today?

Mom.

Oh, hi, sugar.

Oh.

And that one, too.

This one is zero refills.

- Thursday.

- All day.

You're having breakfast.

Beth, come by three today.

- Hello?

- Yeah, heard you.

I need you home

with grandma tonight.

I got offered overtime

at the store.

Hire a babysitter.

Hey!

Beth!

Oh, look what you got here.

There you go, sir.

Sir, you don't want

to start a tab?

Can I help you?

I need a room, please.

How many nights?

I'll just pay as I go.

I'll need to see an ID.

You're the Yurley boy.

- Andy.

- Andrew.

Right, Andrew.

How much is it?

It's uh... 40 dollars.

Just heard about your brother.

What's happening?

You're here

about the trial, I guess.

No, that's not true.

Well, Edgar said

they might let him go.

Can I get my key, please?

Room 157.

Laura?

Are you okay?

I'm... I'm sorry, I...

Sorry about that.

Ms. Yurley.

How're you today?

Where the f*** were you?

I'm well, thank you.

Was it you?

You wanna have a seat? Can I

get you a coffee or what?

I don't want coffee.

What is he doing here?

- Who?

- Andrew.

I saw him, okay?

I saw him.

He was at the supermarket buying

a six pack and f***ing grape...

He's in the diner?

You sure?

Marci, can you hold

my calls for now?

Hey, you can't smoke in here.

Don't tell me.

I pay your salary.

I'm a public defender.

You don't pay me at all.

He's here for the da.

Found the mail in the car.

You know where he's staying?

I came straight from the store.

All right. I want you to...

Write down

anything you remember.

Write anything at all.

What're you gonna do?

I'll bring him in to talk.

Why in hell would we do that?

Because I need him.

And whatever little quarrel

the two of you still have,

you're gonna put aside for...

I have told you...

- Time and again...

- Enough. All right?

I'm bored to death of this.

- He did this, he did that.

- So, he's here and then what?

Huh? Then what?

Well, I'd like for you to see him and

try to talk some sense into him.

You have no right.

Since I've got a good

shot at shaking hands

with Louie Gohmert,

I guess I'll do it myself.

Michael's been doing good.

He's been doing

real good all by himself.

- He has?

- Getting his degree.

Helping out at the hospital.

- All good things.

- So, we don't need Andrew.

It's called character,

Ms. Yurley.

Michael is serving life

for murdering a young boy.

If there's any chance

of getting him out,

we need to show he's changed.

I can speak to his character.

Me. I'm the one going

out there every week,

taking him news, talking to him,

watching him wasting

away in there. Me!

- I do that.

- It's not enough.

Andrew's testimony

put his brother away.

Having him up there now,

saying how Michael

is rehabilitated,

that's big points for us.

As their sister, you have to

understand how important that is.

I don't want him involved.

Well, Laura, you're

not my client.

Michael's my client and

it's my job to see him out.

Mm.

Mmm.

Oh, they don't make it

like they used to.

Mm, they certainly don't.

Different be on what

you can imagine.

Do you know what I mean?

- Hi!

You know what I mean?

Maybe you ain't old enough

to remember how it was.

I'm old enough.

There's a lot of darkness

coming out from you.

A lot of dark energy.

Let me see your hand, baby.

Let the boy be.

Do not bother him.

I'm doing nothing.

People do not like it.

Am I bothering you, young man?

You ain't bother me none.

See? He likes it.

And put off that cigarette

if you ain't no smoking.

You know I'm trying to quit.

Do not start with me, girl.

Oh, you wish I would start.

Hey, it's... it's on me.

You know, make it two

and a beer.

What's the occasion?

Something lost...

Is found.

Thank you.

To the... prodigal son.

I'll... I'll assume

my letters...

Got lost in the mail.

Never got my messages?

No?

Yes?

Andrew, my name is

Richard Gonzalez.

Yeah, I know who you are.

Good.

Then I'll skip the pleasantries.

What do you want?

I should be asking you

that, don't you think?

You don't.

Did the da call you?

Did you talk to him?

I didn't talk to nobody.

Hey, I'm not messing around.

Did you talk to him?

Mm-mmm.

Okay.

How's Laura?

She's, uh...

She's great.

Great.

Laura's great.

Andrew, we gotta talk about...

Listen, dick.

Can I call you dick?

- No.

- Listen, dick.

I used to work

on this dairy farm.

Shoveling sh*t

out of cattle pens.

Just, mounds and mounds

of sh*t and piss, man.

Sometimes up to your knees.

Horrible, dirty, nasty.

Awful job.

And...

All that sh*t...

Is nothing

compared to the amount of sh*t

that you just waded into.

- Look. I didn't come here...

- Thank you, man.

- Look, Andrew, wait.

- Don't forget to pay the man, dick.

No.

How much for it?

People are

gonna think we're together.

Stop, god damn!

Not really in the

little dark dudes.

Look, we only got

one shot at this.

Then you're out of ammo.

Then why are you here?

They got the best jukeboxes

this side of Mississippi.

You're acting like a child!

Am I?

- Am I acting like a child?

- Yes.

You're gonna tell me

what's what?

Wow. You're the one

they're all afraid of.

Oh, yeah. You're

a tough guy, man.

Coming in here in your church

pants and your golf shirt,

looking all spic and span.

Sipping all that whiskey

'cause you think it's gonna

impress me and make us friends.

Man, we ain't

going to be friends.

Definitely not.

Don't smoke up

my ass with this...

- Think about...

- Laura is great sh*t.

Laura is great, dude.

Come on.

At least made me believe

you're either

lying or you are as delusional

as they are.

I know exactly

what you're doing.

Telling me what you think

I want to hear,

so I'll do whatever it is

you want me to do.

Man, you think I'm stupid?

You think I'm stupid, don't you?

I've been here before, man.

Stood in this exact same spot,

and let men with more years

than you walk all over me now,

but god damn

if I f***ing do it again.

Fine. I ain't doing it.

Oh, you done?

'Cause if you're done, I'm gonna

talk now and you can listen.

Okay, all right.

This isn't about you. Okay?

Or Laura, or your mother,

or any of that other sh*t.

Who cares?

You should care.

He did this to himself.

Just would you go see him?

Why would I do that?

People change.

- You think so?

- No, look.

In case you change your mind.

Let's just get this over with.

Hey.

Got a light?

Any luck?

What?

Clearly, you want something.

Yeah, I do.

What do you want?

Beer, liquor or what?

Root beer.

Well, all right.

Whatever.

I need two.

Anything else?

Want a double chambered Slurpee?

They got them here.

Pretty rare.

Sure?

You're missing out.

Packet of Marlboro

and lights too, please.

- Thanks.

- You got it.

Now, I can't leave

you here like that.

I'm fine, thanks.

No,

this isn't a safe place

for a girl to be alone.

With beer...

In a mini skirt.

It's just past

Sharon Copley road.

You know the hatchery?

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