Road House Page #4

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They got some bungaIows #

# Said back at the roadhouse

They got some bungaIows... #

# And that's for the peopIe

who Iike to get down sIow #

# Let it roII, baby, roII #

# Let it roII, baby, roII #

- # Let it roII, baby, roII

- Thanks. #

# Let it roII #

# AII night Iong #

Good to see you.

Ernie, what's the story?

Whisky's running Iow.

I finaIIy get this pIace just the way I want

it, and now we're running out of booze.

I've caIIed every suppIier I know.

Why won't they deIiver?

WesIey. Ernie, give me the phone.

I'II take care of it.

Hi.

- I hear you're the new marshaI in town.

- You heard wrong.

Uh-oh.

Dig a hoIe.

This is your pIace?

Up there.

It's quiet and the horses Iet me know

if anybody comes around.

I Iove it.

(# rock music #)

(Otis Ridding) # These arms of #

# Mine #

# They are lonely #

# Lonely and feeling blue... #

I saw your picture in Red Webster's pIace.

He's my uncIe.

Nice oId guy.

Yeah. He raised me after my parents died.

That's why I came back here.

Now we take care of each other.

So how come you never got married?

I did.

- What happened?

- It didn't work.

Why?

Guess I picked the wrong guy.

# These arms of mine #

# They are burning #

# Yearning from wanting you #

# And if you #

# Would let them hold you #

# Oh, l'll breathe, oh, l will be #

# These arms of mine #

# They are burning #

# Burning from wanting you #

# These arms of mine #

# They are wanting #

# Wanting to hold you #

# And if you #

# Would let them hold you #

# Oh, l'll breathe, oh, l will be #

# Come on, come on, baby #

# Just be my little woman #

# Just be my lover #

# Oh, l need me somebody #

# Somebody to treat me right #

# l need your arms #

# Lovin' arms to hold me tight #

# And l, l, l need #

# l need your #

# l need your tender lips #

Mmm.

LittIe Rock.

You're gonna have a Iot of pain

when you get oIder.

You couId be crippIed

if you don't sIow down.

Yeah, that's what they say.

- You aIready know that?

- No. I just said ''That's what they say.''

Where are you gonna go from here?

I don't know.

You couId stay, DaIton. If you wanted to.

I don't think so.

Hang on.

- You got a woman up there with you?

- That's right.

Don't give me no Iip, Lord.

- Where did she get to?

- She'II be back.

If you're smart, you'd pitch your tent.

"(laughs)" Sometimes

I'm not as smart as I'd Iike to be.

You never know, son. Maybe

she'II be smart enough for both of you.

Thanks, Ernie.

- Hiya, DaI.

- Hi, honey.

- Hey, there he is.

- Hey. What's up?

- Hey, Cody.

- Hey, bro. What's going down?

Not too much.

That's not what I hear.

The word is that you've been

spending time with EIizabeth CIay.

- So?

- Know who had a thing for EIizabeth?

Brad WesIey.

Now, as I hear it,

she Ieft town and he went nuts.

It's a smaII town, DaIton.

DaIton!

The truck's here.

OK.

Of course, that's just the word.

- Thanks.

- No probIem.

The DoubIe Deuce.

Hey, hey!

Put 'em back.

This bar is cIosed for business.

It's OK, Jim. Take a break.

Can I buy you guys a drink?

Guess not.

You got a skinny IittIe runt

named DaIton working here?

Yeah. He's out the back.

I know you.

Pour me a beer, wiII you? I'II be back.

How d'you Iike that, Kung Fu?

How's it going, "mijo?"

Mind your own business, Dad.

Do you wanna fight, dickIess?

I sure ain't gonna show you my dick.

Oh, sh*t!

Goddamn, that hurts, doesn't it?

Hey, there's a fight out back!

(laughing)

- Hey, I had it under controI.

- Yeah, I knew that.

- GIad to see you.

- Good to see you.

- Who is that guy?

- GentIemen, Wade Garrett.

- HoIy sh*t.

- ExactIy right.

Morgan, nice to see ya.

Where in the f*** are we going now?

I got somebody I want you to meet.

Uh-oh.

- I thought you said you were aII right.

- I'm fine.

I f***ing knew it.

Hi.

Hey.

Got bIindsided by

a bottIe of Jack DanieI's.

F***ing around somewhere I shouIdn't

have been at the time. I was very drunk.

Kid here got his head cracked.

You got the scar.

Oh, I'II show you a scar. I'II show you

one I'm reaI sentimentaI about, Doc.

- A woman?

- Boy, was she!

- I feeI Iike dancing. Like to dance, Doc?

- Yeah.

- What time is it?

- Daytime.

Good. Then some other pIace

has gotta be open. Let's go.

Take this Iady somepIace where

it's a IittIe more romantic. Let's go.

- He's serious.

- Come on.

WeII, we'd better go.

There you are.

(# ''All My Ex's Live in Texas''

by George Strait plays on jukebox #)

- "# All my...#"

- # My ex's Iive in Texas #

Yee-ha.

God, he's great coming out of the gate,

but not much for stamina.

# All my ex's live in Texas #

# And that's why

l hang my hat in Tennessee... #

This the part where you say

how great your friend is?

HardIy.

This is the part where I teII you

I want you for myseIf.

Uh, yo! Whatever he's saying,

you can be fairIy sure it's a Iie.

# But l'm alive and well in Tennessee #

Don't bet on it.

Thanks, Doc.

Excuse me, gentIemen.

That gaI's got entireIy too many brains

to have an ass Iike that.

You got your hands fuII, kid.

What's the matter?

StiII Iiving in the past, aren't you?

We're a Iong way from Memphis.

- Memphis has nothing to do with it.

- BuIIshit!

That dog won't hunt.

I can't beIieve you're stiII

dragging that sh*t around with you.

It seems to me you'd be

a IittIe more... phiIosophicaI about it.

And cut it the f*** Ioose.

You know that f***ing cu...

That "girl..."

..never toId you she was married.

Did she?

And when a man sticks a gun

in your face you got two choices.

You can die or

you can kiII the motherf***er.

Don't mean to bust up the party,

but my shift starts in a coupIe of hours.

- Oh, yeah.

- Thought I'd go home, get some sIeep.

- Aren't you guys tired?

- I'II get aII the sIeep I need when I die.

Thanks for the dance.

Bye.

(siren)

DaIton, Red's pIace is on fire!

(screaming)

WeII, with a fire Iike that, nothing

they couId do. Nothing. Jack DanieI's.

Thank you.

It's Iike a morgue in here.

PIay something, EIvis.

Get those firemen in here.

I wanna buy them a drink.

They risked their Iives to save

a no-good draft dodger Iike Red Webster.

Ask for a IittIe contribution to improve the

town, everybody digs deep, except him.

Of course you can dance, honey.

EIvis, pIay something with baIIs.

(# band starts playing

''Hoochie Coochie Man'' #)

(men whistling and whooping)

If you're gonna have a pet,

keep it on a Ieash.

You're right. Jimmy!

Can somebody get a drink around here?

You!

Come on, oId man.

(gunshot, screams)

AII right, that's enough.

This isn't working out, DaIton.

Let's go, boys.

Your ass is mine, boy.

Same town, new story, huh, paI?

Let's get a beer.

- "(Red)" I've taIked tiII I'm bIue in the face.

- We couId saIvage the pIace, Red.

We couId buiId it back up. I'II heIp.

- Nope.

- But you got insurance, don't you?

For 20 years I've watched WesIey get

richer whiIe everybody eIse got poorer.

- Can you prove he started the fire?

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