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- Are you getting off at Austin?|- Huh? Yeah.

- Going home?|- Sort of.

- Visiting?|- Yeah.

- Relatives.|- Yeah.

- What kind?|- Mother and brother.

- Mother's getting married.|- Hmm.

- Is he nice?|- My brother?

- No. The man your mother's gonna marry.|- Oh.

Haven't met him.

- I'm Susan.|- Michael.

- So you live here?|- Yeah.

- Where do you work?|- I'm training to be a teller|at the Grand Texas Bank.

Ah.|So when do you take your test?

Oh, I don't know.|It's a self-study,

so you can take it|whenever you're ready.

Just don't think|that I'm ready yet.

Well, there's one way|to find out.

Mom?

Michael?

Michael!

- Give me a hug!|- Oh, I stink. I've been on a bus.

I don't care.

Nice butt.

You bastard.

- How's it goin'?|- Good, good, good.

Shouldn't you be out clubbing motorists|or something?

No, I'm on the night shift.|Plus, I'm beating the homeless now.

- Oh, I see.|- They're not as mobile.

So...|how's it goin'?

It's goin'.

You workin'?

- You hirin'?|- Yeah.

That's what the force needs:|Another confused white boy.

Hear she's dating a small-time hood that|bought the Ember, if you're interested.

I'm here for the wedding. Tell me|about Ed. Did you run a check on him?

- No, I did not.|- Bullshit, I know you did.

All right, a small one.|But he's clean.

- No moving violations, no nothin'?|- Not in Texas.

Hurray for Mom.

I don't know.|I, uh...

I can't decide right now.|You go first.

I don't play the lottery.|It's a waste of money.

Well, if I won, it's always been|a dream of mine to breed dogs.

- No. No.|- No? Okay.

- How 'bout a stamp collection then?|- Okay, that I'll go for.

All right.

- How 'bout you, Michael?|- I wouldn't believe it.

If it were true,|I'd smile.

I'd just sit there quietly|for five minutes, smile and be rich.

I don't know.|Come on, Mom, what?

You know I can't make decisions,|but, um...

I know one thing I want,|I want the biggest TV they make.

Two of 'em,|with everything on it.

- Extra cheese?|- Yeah.

So how long you|gonna stay, Michael?

Maybe a little while.|See some friends.

We got an opening,|if you're looking for somethin'.

Thanks.|It's a kind offer.

I thought you needed law enforcement|or military service for a job like that.

Helpful,|but not mandatory.

If I put in a good word,|they'd probably take him, no problem.

- Beat goin' back to Sports Town.|- I doubt that would be an option.

This is the official|lotto Texas drawing for August 13, 14.

In the next 60 seconds, you can become|Texas' newest millionaire!

- Are you registered somewhere?|- Michael,

when you're getting married|at 56, you don't register.

Oh.

Can you get me some quick picks|while you're out?

- Sure. How many?|- Oh, five or so.

Don't wait up.

Good luck.

Mind if I sit?

How is it you can show your face|without getting hurt?

I squared with everyone.

- Everyone?|- Okay.

So how are you?

Tommy, this is|Michael Chambers.

Michael,|Tommy Dundee.

- Heard you moved.|- Mother's getting married.

- To who?|- A good guy.

Never heard of him.

Well.

Let Tommy buy you a drink.|You'll buy him a drink, won't you?

- I'll buy him a drink.|- Some other time.

Good to see you.

- Nice to meet you.|- Uh, yeah.

- What the hell was that?|- What?

- What's he doing here?|- I don't know. He just showed up.

Yeah, nobody's ex just shows up.|He wants something.

- Don't have an aneurysm.|- Let's go in the back.

I'm tired of watching guys|sit up and b-b-beg you.

It's like goddamn|Sea World in here.

- Hey, did you get my Twinkie?|- Huh?

- My Twinkie. Did you get it?|- I'm sorry, you wanted a Twinkie?

- I'm kidding, Michael.|- Oh, okay.

- Close it up.|- All right.

I hope I didn't wake you|when I came in.

Did you get|my quick picks?

Oh, jeez, I totally forgot.|I'm sorry.

I-I'll get some,|I'll get some today.

Rachel called.

She leave a number?

By the phone.

We're on the back nine,|a short par four. I hit a big tee shot.

Lands in the wrong fairway.

This guy hits a beautiful drive,|cuts past the dogleg,

drops about 20 yards|from the pin.

Do you wanna hear this?

- Please.|- Okay. Uh.

- Uh, where was I?|- The pin.

Right, right.|So I'm down 200 for the game.

This jerk is really ridin' me,|talking about my hair gettin'|in my eyes and crap like that.

So I bet him two grand|I could win the hole.

He says, why not three? I say,|why not five? Then he hesitates.

He says, okay, five.|Then I knew he was...

a eunuch.

So, I'm 230 yards out,|I hit the best three...

wood of my life.

I'm on the green,|putting for a bird.

He sculls his approach shot,|the ball sails over the green.

- He's double bogey for the hole.|- Gosh, that's exciting.

- If you keep this up...|- Keep what up?

Chambers!

- Yeah?|- How'd you know Dallas|was gonna beat the spread?

You know, I can't begin|to describe to you how.

- I just knew.|- Some people are interested|in trying to garnish your wages.

- I suggest you take care of 'em.|- Okay, thanks.

Take my advice.|Don't spend that money.

- Get yourself squared.|- Thanks.

Hmm.

Feels almost as good|as you.

God, I love betting.

I was surprised|to get your call.

I was surprised|to see you at the club.

Just getting my weekly dose|of secondhand smoke.

Right.

- So how's the acting gig?|- I gave it up.

- Really?|- Isn't that what you wanted?

I never interfered.

Oh. So beneath|the apathetic exterior,

there was actually|a raging indifference.

I get it.

- So tell me about Tommy Dundee.|- Tommy?

- We go out.|- How long?

A few months.

He treat you okay?

Not as well as guys|without money.

He's gonna teach me|how to manage the club.

He looks like he might be into|a few things besides managing a club.

Yeah.

- For instance?|- I don't know.

You don't know 'cause you don't know,|or 'cause you don't want to know?

I don't know|'cause I don't ask.

I wrote you a long letter|after you left about everything.

- Took me a week.|- I never got it.

- I burned it.|- Ooh, I walked right into that one.

Must be a new sensation for you,|walking into something.

- Is this yours?|- Yup.

- Nice.|- Men buy me Mustangs. I don't know why.

- Can I see you again?|- I don't think|that's a good idea.

- Rachel.|- You humiliated me.

I didn't get a warning,|an explanation,

and I had to deal with all|the ugly sh*t you left behind.

- It wasn't right.|- I know that.

Don't call me.|Don't try and find me.

It makes it hard with Tommy.

- She goes where?|- To the library.

She's been taking this|correspondence course. She's studying.

- Until 11:
00 every night.|- It closes at 11:00. I checked.

Gee, you're a one-man|Warren Commission.

Take my advice.|Follow her.

- I couldn't do that.|- You'll thank me.

- Hey, Ed.|- How's it going, boys?

You know, same sh*t,|different day.

I wanted you to meet|Michael Chambers, Annie's boy.|He's putting in an application.

- Tom.|- Casey.|- Nice to meet you.

- Comin' to work here?|- Yeah.|- You'll love it.

If you like saltpeter.

Someone under 40, you|tryin' to scare him off?

- Just doin' our part.|- Look at us. We're only 22 years old.

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