Red Rock West Page #2

I just thought you needed

a stupid bartender or something.

- Don't f*** with me!

- I'm not.

Okay, who else knows about this?

- Nobody.

- I said, don't f*** with me!

I'm not.

(You are leaving

Red Rock)

What about the guy in the hospital?

What happened?

I don't know anything about that.

You don't have to worry about me.

I'm not gonna say anything to anyone.

- What about the money?

- It's in my car, in the glove compartment.

Good.

So what do you think?

Why don't you just drop me off?

We'll both forget about

the whole damn thing.

(Hey Porter by Johnny Cash

playing on radio)

What the f*** are you doing?

My car broke down.

Where? I don't see a car.

- It's just over that ridge.

- Over that ridge, huh?

Yeah.

You're one lucky son of a b*tch, aren't you?

If I hadn't had my brakes just done...

I'd be picking your brains

out of my radiator.

F***.

Listen, I hate to ask you this,

but do you think you could give me a ride?

No, I don't know.

You aren't dangerous, are you?

No.

I just...

I just need a ride.

You can drop me off

at the nearest gas station.

Okay, cowboy, you got yourself a ride.

Come on, get in.

(Texas)

(DLW-9S5)

Son of a b*tch.

(Folsom Prison Blues by Johnny Cash

playing on radio)

You banged it up pretty good,

how did you do that?

I was in the Marine Corps.

No sh*t?

First Force Recon.

Last unit to leave Vietnam.

April, '71.

I got the same one right here.

Where were you stationed?

I was with the 24th MAU in Lebanon.

- The truck bomb thing? You were there?

- Yeah.

Holy sh*t. You weren't in that building

they hit, were you?

Damn.

- You're one lucky son of a b*tch.

- I know.

And I know I'm lucky.

Two hundred and forty-one guys weren't.

- Thanks for the ride.

- Anytime, soldier.

Anytime.

(Welcome To Red Rock)

(Pop. 1523 Elev. 7027)

(Bar Red Rock)

(Bar)

(Package Goods)

(Cocktails)

You're not going in here, are you?

Yeah, I got to take care of a little business.

- And I wanna buy you a drink.

- Thanks, but I should get going.

I nearly greased your can back there.

Now, least I can do is buy you a beer.

- Thanks, but I should get my car.

- I'll tell you what.

Let me buy you a beer

and then I'll help you get your car.

That's okay. You've been awful kind.

You've done enough already.

Now, I said, I'd help you get your car.

Really, it's okay.

You don't wanna drink with me?

- I'm not good enough to buy you a beer?

- No, it's not that. I just...

Then what the f***'s your problem?

Us Marines, we got to stick together.

Come on.

Okay, soldier, you're right.

I can get my car later.

That's it. Now that's more like it.

All right. Come on.

(Lively country music playing)

What will you have?

I'd like a shot of Jim Beam

and a bottle of Bud.

How about you?

Same.

You know,

that never should have happened...

what happened to you

and our boys over there in Lebanon.

Yeah, well...

you get in there,

you just gotta give it your best shot, right?

Right.

- Semper Fi.

- Semper Fi.

That'll be $6.50.

Have you got a guy here named Wayne?

- You mean the owner?

- Yeah, that's him. Wayne Brown.

(Beer)

Sorry, he's out.

Damn. Probably out looking for me.

I was supposed to be here last week.

(Beer)

I can call him if it's important.

Would you? I'd appreciate that.

You tell him

Lyle from Dallas finally showed up.

- He'll know who you mean.

- Sure thing.

- You know, I never did catch your name.

- Michael.

- Well, it's nice meeting you, Michael.

- Likewise.

Listen, I gotta use the head

and I'll be right back.

Yeah, don't piss on the seat even if they did.

It's not lucky.

(Beer)

Did you just pick somebody up

just outside of town?

- Yeah, I did.

- Where is he?

Now, Wayne, why would you be inquiring?

(Red Rock Bar)

(Budweiser)

Look, why don't you check out back

that way. I'll go over here.

He can't have gotten too far.

(Red Rock Bar)

(RR)

(RR)

(Warfield Trucking)

(Liquor)

You're not sending me

to Sheridan to see some b*tch...

with a pissed-off husband. I'm not going.

- Can't get up to Sheridan till next week.

- $20.

MAN 1:
I'll tell you something.

First sign of bullshit...

(Bar)

(Package Goods)

(Cocktails)

MAN 2:
...and in the middle of the night...

Give me the goddamn suitcase.

You weren't lying to me.

(Warfield Trucking)

(Olshan)

(Houston, Texas)

(Lively country music playing on radio)

(Olshan)

(Houston, Texas)

Does that tickle?

'Cause it won't if I pull the trigger.

What the hell are you doing on my truck?

Sorry, boss, I didn't mean to scare you.

Hey, do I look scared to you?

What the hell are you doing on my truck?

- Well, I was just trying to ditch my old lady.

- You were what?

Yeah, she caught me in the bar

and I wasn't supposed to be there...

- and she started sprouting horns and sh*t.

- Bullshit.

Look at that uncontrolled response

to bullshit.

- I hate when that happens.

- Yeah, I don't like it either...

but I just had to get the hell out of there.

So you come out

and climbed up on my truck?

Yeah.

That's kind of stupid, isn't it?

Yeah, it is, but you've never met my wife.

- She's spooky.

- Yeah? Yeah?

You're lying to me. Get off my truck.

Come on, get off the truck.

Oh, man.

(Olshan)

(Houston, Texas)

I'm headed north if you want a ride.

Thanks.

There's a ranch just up the road.

You can drop me off there.

What's the deal, man?

Am I taking you back to your old lady...

or away from your old lady?

Well, neither, actually.

I just got a little business to take care of.

Business?

Is she pretty?

Yeah, she is pretty.

(WT)

Good luck, Spiderman.

Thanks for the ride.

(Glass shattering)

It's okay.

It's all right.

I'm not who you think I am. I lied.

I'm just a guy who needed a job real bad.

And your husband offered me one

and I took it. Before I knew what it was.

- You're not a killer.

- That's right.

No.

But the guy who I'm supposed to be

just drove into town.

So you gotta get out of here.

So, suddenly

my life's in danger again, right?

That's right.

You expect me to believe you?

What is this? Money, you want my money?

I don't have any more money!

Why don't you

get the f*** out of my house?

You're not listening to me.

Your friend the ranch hand, he's been shot!

- You mean Kurt?

- Yeah.

- What happened?

- I don't know.

He was lying in the road

and I took him to the hospital.

- Now pack your bags and get going.

- Is he alive?

- Yeah.

- They know who shot him?

No, he was unconscious.

But I wouldn't be surprised...

to find out your gun-crazy husband

had something to do with it, would you?

Get dressed.

(Whispering) Okay, he's in the living room.

Now go to the balcony.

Come on.

(Toilet flushing)

(Creaking)

(Clanking)

- Is that him?

- Yeah.

- What should I do?

- If I were you, I'd get a divorce.

- Where you going?

- I don't wanna be here...

when Lyle from Dallas wakes up, do you?

There's a jeep behind the barn.

Let me grab a coat, I'll be right out.

F***ing story of my life.

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