Two Men in Town Page #4

I'm only going to say this to you

one more time.

Stay away.

Probably got lost

or their smuggler left them here.

- Mm-hmm.

- Coyote got the kid.

And that drag mark...

it was a baby.

Horrible.

God damn it.

What's it going to take?

Sheriff!

Guess what, boss?

Your boy, Garnett,

he went over to see Terence.

- Good.

- You want to pick him up?

Parole violation,

another three years.

Unh-unh. Let him enjoy

his little reunion tour.

Morning, Joe.

- How we doing today?

- Just fine, Sheriff.

How about yourself?

- All is well, my friend.

- Good.

- Things running smoothly?

- Oh, yeah.

What...

what brings you out this way?

Just stopping by-

How's our new friend doing?

No complaints.

Mm-hmm.

Ain't it something though?

A guy kills a deputy.

And 18 years later, here he is,

out in the sun

like it never happened.

Yeah.

Well...

what are you going to do, huh?

If it were me...

I'd do whatever I had to do

to keep the piece of sh*t

away from our kids,

our families.

I wouldn't be laying down

no red carpet for him,

that's for sure.

That ain't holy water

he's sweating there, Joe.

I'd kick his ass

out of town altogether.

Know what I mean?

Yes, sir.

It's your home.

It's our home.

I'll check back.

Say hi to your family.

Go.

Go.

Hey...

can I see you in my office?

Don't bother.

I know what you're going to say.

It's okay if I finish out the day?

Yeah, sure.

Thanks, thanks.

Why are you wrecking everything

that Garnett is trying to do?

Nice to see you, Emily.

- Can I offer you a drink'?

- No.

- Maybe a Scotch this time.

- This is not a social call.

I never would've known.

Why'd you get him fired, huh?

He's broken no laws. None.

You're letting your paranoia

run away with you, Sheriff.

Whoa. Back the truck up.

We're not in Kansas anymore, Toto.

You understand me'?

Maybe you haven't noticed.

I don't just come into work,

twiddle my thumbs,

and wait for something bad

to happen.

You get the message?

The state granted him parole.

The state did. I didn't.

Well, that's not

your prerogative, Sheriff.

And it's my job to uphold

that decision

and make those 18 years

count for something.

Eighteen years?

My deputy is still dead.

Oh, go blow it out your ass.

I offered you help,

if you recall.

But you turned it down. You said

you could do it by yourself.

So what do you do?

You set him up by the border

where he grew up running drugs,

shooting at cops.

Not the smartest thing

I've ever seen, Agent Smith.

So was getting him fired,

Sheriff Agati.

And if you continue to interfere

with William Garnett,

I'm going to file a complaint.

Oh, phooey.

You want to take that chance?

I don't take chances,

Agent Smith.

I think you would've noticed

that by this time.

That's not all I've figured out,

Sheriff Agati.

Get out!

You got something for me?

This is what

we have available today.

We have something

at the truck wash.

I guess that's

the only one I can do.

Okay, go ahead, sign in.

Mr. Wayne?

You there?

It's your parole officer.

Richard.

We're sorry,

but the person you called

has a voice-mail box

that has not been set up yet.

Goodbye.

Willie, I need to see you.

Come on, Willie.

Willie, por favor, you really

see yourself doing this?

I couldn't even get you to do this

when you were little.

We used to pay kids on the block

more money than this

to clean our bikes.

What about our sueno, our dream?

Huh? What about that?

You know, your god, Alang...

- Allah.

- Okay, Allah.

He's messing with your head.

Willie. Willie, we got so much more

that we could do together.

Look, just think it over.

- Not for me.

- Think it over.

- Rashid?

- Yeah?

My shift's done.

Take this over for me?

It looks spotless.

You're a pro.

Willie! Willie!

Aaah!

Driver, slow down.

Pull the bike over

to the side of the road now.

Okay, Garnett,

let's get off the bike.

Get off the bike.

Get your hands up in the air.

Step back towards my voice.

You've done this before.

Get on your knees.

Go on. On your stomach.

Hands to your side, palms down.

Cross your legs.

Going a little fast today,

aren't we?

Okay.

On your knees. Come on.

Get up.

You got anything

that's going to stick me today?

Do you have anything

that is going to stick me today?

- No, sir.

- Don't you eyeball me.

Now, get up. Get up.

Mind your head.

Five-six, I have one in custody.

Open one.

Now, you are going to face the wall...

until you hear that door close.

Is that clear?

Hey, is that clear?

Yeah.

Okay, Jones. Good night.

Let him go in the morning.

- I ain't going nowhere.

- Just shut up.

Have you listened

to a word I've said?

I've got to get you out of Luna County

before the sheriff

locks you up for good,

but I can't just move you.

I got to make a case

you have family there

who'll vouch for you,

so I called your mother.

- My mother?

- Yeah, I talked to her.

- You called my mother'?

- I talked to her.

She's expecting us.

You don't know nothing

about my mother.

And what about Teresa?

We're together now.

What am I supposed

to do about that?

Teresa?

Well, if she really cares for you,

she'll follow you anywhere.

That's how women are.

Trust me.

I know.

Hey, Ma.

I got that.

You came from far away?

- Deming.

- Oh.

You flew?

No, Ma, it's not that far.

We just drove.

- Mrs. Garnett.

- Hello.

Beautiful place you have here.

Thank you.

Well, the lady was nice

to drive you.

Is that where you live now?

Yeah, for now.

I'm staying with my girlfriend.

- I got a girlfriend now.

- Oh.

Yeah. I think you'd like her.

I'd like you to meet her sometime.

Hmm?

- I had a scorpion in the house.

- Did you?

Yeah, but it was

entirely my fault.

I mean, I should've

seen it sooner.

Oh, you got him?

Yeah. It was

crawling all over the place.

But you know, they're dangerous.

Now I worry about

what's crawling around when I'm...

when I'm sleeping.

You still doing that...

you know, that Irish dancing thing

you were doing?

No, not so much anymore.

Want something to drink?

No, thanks. I'm fine, thanks.

I would've cooked something for you,

but it was such short notice.

I said I'm fine, really.

I didn't expect you

to cook nothing for me anyway.

Well...

I mean, I wrote you all the time.

Did you get any of my letters?

Yes, I did.

Did you read any of them?

I mean, it would've been nice

if you would've sent one to me.

Why, Mom?

Why what?

Why didn't you

come visit me once?

Just once.

Do you want money?

- Because I can give you some.

- Come on, Mom.

- I don't have much.

- Stop it! Stop it!

I don't want any money.

I don't want nothing.

It's me.

It's me, Ma.

It's your son.

I couldn't.

What could I say?

I didn't know what to say.

What is it you want?

I know that this is...

It's got to be really difficult

and uncomfortable for you.

Me being here.

You can't possibly know.

Not easy for me either.

Well, then, why are you here?

Just tell me

what you want from me.

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