Tex Page #7

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But this is Tulsa

and we got ways of doing things.

I know that.

You come into town and ten minutes later,

you're everybody's best friend.

And then ten minutes after that,

you're pulling a burn. I don't like it.

Kelly, I admire the sense of high drama

you have in your life, but you're crazy.

I didn't expect you to come without

a couple of ounces of clean crystal,

and not some garbage about a mix-up.

An honest mistake. Look...

You come around here with some samples

and then you come back with the delivery.

And that delivery is crap.

Now, that is no mix-up, man. That's a burn.

- What do you think we are? Stupid?

- Now you just wait one minute.

- We have been waiting a week, man.

- Keep it down, man.

Listen, I'm getting out of here.

This guy's nuts.

- What do you think you're doing?

- I told you already. I'm leaving.

Then he's gonna narc! He's gonna narc!

- He's not a narc, Kelly!

- You're not going nowhere, pal.

Hey, Kelly, it's cool.

Really. Come on, man.

Hold it right there.

Jesus Christ, man.

OK, look, man. It's cool, OK?

Everything's cool.

We'll be cool, and you be cool.

Just leave, OK?

I'm gonna kill him.

Tex, you don't want to kill him.

Let's split, let's get outta here.

- Not till I settle up with him.

- You have settled up, Tex.

Texas, come on, man, let's go.

OK, we're leaving.

You wanna stop us, you're both dead.

It's OK, it's cool. Everything's OK.

That's a nice bunch of friends

you hang out with.

- Jesus, what if he hadn't missed you?

- But he didn't.

Oh, my God, man!

Great, man! This is fantastic.

What am I gonna do?

What do you got to be mad about, Lem?

Man, I got to get you to a hospital.

They're gonna ask all kinds of questions,

call the cops.

What if they want to look in the car,

man? I got stuff in the trunk.

- Get the hell outta here.

- Hey, what are you doing, Tex?

Tex, what are you doing, man?

Get outta here!

- Hello?

- Hi, Jamie. It's Tex.

Yes?

I can't remember my phone number.

Do you... I don't know my own number.

Do you... Do you know my number?

Tex. are you drunk or something?

No, I just got shot.

Listen, I gotta talk to Mace.

- Did you say you got shot?

- Yeah, one of Lem's doper friends.

Tex. is this

some kind of a joke or something?

No, sir. Listen, can I talk to Jamie?

Tex. where are you?

Um... I'm over at the shopping centre,

across the street from...

It's the hotel that looks like

the castle, you know?

Tex. hang up the phone.

Tex, come on, man.

Come on, let's get you to a doctor, man.

Come on.

Is Tex McCormick here?

- How much blood has he had?

- 1500cc.

We're taking the x-rays to surgery, doctor.

- Surgery ready?

- Yeah, they just called.

Hey, Mace.

I don't hate you, man.

I don't hate you.

I...

We got some signs of life here, Mace.

- Hey, I want a Coke.

- He's OK.

- Don't move your arm.

You're gonna pull that thing loose.

- What is this?

- That's to help you grow more blood.

Just lay it down and be still now. Relax.

Hey, look, Tex. I'm gonna hold off

on that college stuff for a while.

A year or two, maybe.

Pop's got a lot of travelling to do,

and I can't exactly see leaving you

while you're still in high school.

So you're gonna be stuck with me

for a little while longer.

Mace, how about giving me and Tex

a little time here, will you?

Yeah, I'll get you that Coke.

- I want to tell you about your momma.

- Look, you don't have to, Pop.

Be still. I figure the truth will be

better than what you might be thinking.

Now, it's not just the bootlegging

business I got mixed up with.

Clare never wanted

anything to do with that.

She'd just say, "Sooner or later,

sure as hell, you're gonna get caught."

She was right.

They busted me

when Mace was just about two.

So when you were in prison

she was out screwing around?

Don't talk about your momma

that way, boy.

She was 19, she was alone. I was sitting

in prison with my back to the wall.

That was real smart, wasn't it?

Anyway, she told me

she was gonna have a kid.

And when I got out,

I wanted her back anyway.

She never cared anything about that guy.

She was just trying to get even with me.

She was sorry for it later.

- Sorry for it, huh?

- I don't mean for having you.

She always loved you

just like she did Mace.

You paid more attention to Mace than me.

Was that why?

I reckon.

You look plum tuckered out there, Tex.

You get some rest, boy. Get some sleep.

Mason's gonna come by

and see you tomorrow.

He ain't going nowhere now, so he'll have

a lot of time to come and see you.

Behave yourself, boy.

This where they keep the bodies?

Hey, Tex.

- Hey, Mace.

- Sir.

- Congratulations.

- Thanks. For what?

- Indiana want you. Full scholarship.

- What are you talking about?

You don't look very pleased.

They only gave you the red carpet.

But I never even applied.

They didn't even send me an application.

Well, you got in. I presume you are going?

- Well, yeah.

- Congratulations. You deserved it.

That guy I talked to in admissions

says you've got good taste in reading.

Smokey The Cowhorse

is his favourite book, too.

Hey, there, long, tall Mace.

What brings you out to the old spread?

Thought the country air

might clear my head.

I keep doing things

and then plumb forgetting about 'em.

Seems I wrote myself an application

a while back

to go to some fancy university-type

college back east in Indiana.

What did they say?

It seems I'm in!

Great.

The only thing I can't figure out

is how I got through the essay part.

Well, like you said,

Jamie Collins, she ain't dumb.

You guys gonna

take the classes for me, too?

I'm sorry, Mace. I guess I could

have screwed you up pretty good.

Yeah, well, you had reason

to be mad at me.

I don't know. I think I was mostly scared.

I mean, running off and everything.

I thought I'd stay around here

and go to JC a while.

Then it wouldn't matter

if Pop evaporated again.

- He's not a bad person, Mace.

- Yeah, well, he ain't much of a father.

Well, you ain't, either,

and you've been trying longer.

No, you gotta go. If you stay,

you'll hate me in a couple of years.

Well, listen, I gotta get back to work.

Take care.

Hey!

Want to go fishing tomorrow?

Nah. You'd better practise.

It's rough where you're going.

Yeah, well, it's pretty rough

where you're staying.

But I'll make it.

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