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always avoiding me?

- Where are you going?

- I'm going home.

- Oh, come on.

- Al, leave me alone!

- Hold on. Where you going?

- I'm going home.

- Come on back in.

- I don't want to. I'm going home.

I don't like you. Leave me alone!

- Leave her alone.

- What do you want?

- No, Al! Don't!

- You better back off, cowboy!

- Come on, there's no need to do this!

- I said, back off!

Leave him alone.

Al, come on.

- You're bothering the lady.

- No, don't!

Al, no! Al, that's enough!

God! Why does he

always do this to me?

Al, stop it!

- Hell, he started it.

- Leave him alone. Stop it.

- You should've stayed inside.

- Leave him alone. That's enough!

- Stop it, now. Just stop it!

- Come on back in. Come on back in, now.

Ahh! Ahh!

Harley, my hand! My hand!

- Watch your hands!

- Open the door! Ohh!

Oh, my nose!

- Sorry. I'm sorry about your nose.

- Leave me alone, Harley!

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It was a mistake.

- Leave me alone.

Why is this happening to me?

I'm not afraid to go

You bet I'm not

Where the side walk

ends, you left a lot

Where the sidewalk ends

And the road begins

We said goodbye on

a cold dark night

I'm not afraid to go

You bet I'm not

Where the side walk

ends, you left a lot

Where the side walk

ends, you left a lot

Where the side walk

ends, you left a lot

Kill spot. Kill it.

Listen to me! Kill spot.

- Bobby.

- Nice show, Lula.

Thanks.

When's Dusty gonna be ready to give

me the rest of that interview?

I've got a plane to catch

in about two hours.

I'm not gonna let Dusty

do the interview tonight.

He's been fighting a sore throat

and I just wanna keep him quiet.

Come on. I just got a couple

of questions. It's no big deal.

Hey, Lula, it's a good show, huh?

Can't do it. My first

responsibility is to Dusty.

I gotta go.

- Wait a minute.

- Sam.

I want you to take Mr.

Louis to the airport.

See he's taken care of.

Catch you in Vegas, okay?

You are really starting

to wear me slick.

We're not playing games. Get in the

bus before somebody sees your face.

What the hell you doing?

- I'm going in this bus.

- No, that's Dusty's bus.

Well, tonight, I'm Dusty.

You don't want my fans to

get suspicious, do you?

You don't belong in there.

Lula, you better get over here.

We have a problem.

Peckerhead.

Well, what do you think?

Buddy, we were real lucky. If there

was one glitch with the tape...

- ...if Bobby Louis had come much closer...

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hell, aren't you

even gonna thank me?

Yes.

Yes, of course, I am.

- Thank you.

- Good. Then we can...

We can go celebrate.

Lula.

The guys in the band would

like to have a word with you.

Get him out of these clothes

before someone sees him.

You bet.

Ah, hell.

You guys were great tonight.

What the hell was Buddy

Jackson doing out there?

Why didn't you just cancel the

show, rain check it or something?

We can't play with a guy

who's lip-synching.

If we speed up or slow down, he can't

follow us or the audience will know.

Where is Dusty, anyway?

Buddy Jackson? Have you

lost your mind, Lula?

If I hadn't done what I did...

all of those people would

have gone home mad.

And we...

would all be out of a job.

Now, I am sure that

your ex-wives...

and Henry's five kids

and Keith's mother...

don't care if it was

Buddy, Dusty...

or King Kong up there on that stage,

so long as you get your paychecks.

You know I have always

taken care of you guys.

Now...

we've got a little time off before

we get to the big show in Vegas.

Everything will be

straightened out.

Dusty will be back.

I'm gonna tell you something. I need you

to promise me you will not say one word...

to anybody about what

happened tonight.

This is for Dusty's sake.

- And your own.

- For Dusty's sake?

I'm sick to death of your crap.

You had him hung up and

twisting in the wind.

He had nothing to do with this.

Tonight was all you, Lula.

He had nothing to do with this?

He walked out.

And he left you and me and everyone

in this room sitting on their thumbs.

- He had everything to do with it.

- You should have cancelled tonight.

I ain't gonna be a damn dancing

chicken in your freak show.

Get yourself another drummer.

Earl.

Hey, Earl.

Let's do it.

Why the hell not?

- What day is this?

- Friday.

Oh, my. The show.

- You know horses?

- I know a few.

I'm sorry. I was...

a little drunk last night.

Yes, you were.

My name's Wyatt.

Wyatt.

Well, Wyatt...

you can't drink.

And you can't fight.

Can you eat?

Yeah, I think so.

Okay. Might as well

have some breakfast.

Before you go.

Well, come on.

Excuse me.

You can sit over there.

Sure do appreciate

your hospitality.

The hat.

Sure is good.

Harley. You were nearly three seconds

long on that pattern this morning.

I got in late.

Maybe you should just get in a

little bit earlier, you know.

We all need to win this time.

- Hey, Harley.

- What are you doing here?

- What are you doing here?

- I felt bad... Don't be like that.

Why do you have to start this all the

time? Go back in the truck, go home!

Who was that fella last night?

I've never seen him around.

None of your business.

It's not like you know him or

something. What's the deal?

What right do you have to tell

me what I can and can't do! Go!

- You made a mess out of me last night.

- Excuse me.

Why don't you just shoot me

and put me out of my misery.

- I'm sorry about that.

- It's okay, it's not about my nose.

I don't want you coming here and

telling me what I can and can't do.

- I am not telling you what to do.

- You do it all the time! I'm tired of it!

- How long have we known one another?

- Don't you start that.

I'm not starting nothing.

- You all right?

- I'm fine.

Just go back in the

house. Go ahead.

Yeah. Don't you remember that

beating you got last night?

Me? You look like the one

who took the beating.

Not by you. I whupped your ass.

- Oh, really?

- Yeah, really.

What's the matter? Were

you too drunk to notice?

Stop it! Just stop it! Stop it!

Now, we were all drunk last night,

and I'm sure we're all sorry.

Come on, Al, get in

your truck and go home.

Me? Why should I?

This drunk is staying.

- Look, Harley, honey...

- The lady said to leave.

Boy, you're just begging for

another ass-whupping, aren't you?

Absolutely.

What're you doing? What're you doing?

Just go back in the house. Go!

- Oh, my nose!

- Go back in the house.

My nose!

Just go!

Ahh! My hand! Oh, God!

- Come on.

- It's busted up right now.

He busted my nose again.

Get my hat.

Sure is a beautiful ranch.

About how many acres y'all got?

Yeah, I can't blame you

for keeping quiet.

Kind of hard to get a word in

edgewise with those three.

Yes, sir.

People talk too darn

much for my taste.

Yapping about this and that

when they ought to be...

eating, working or sleeping.

What's anybody say that everybody

doesn't already know anyway?

- Can you tell me that?

- No, sir, I can't.

That's too bad. Take,

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