Wild Horses Page #6

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The Mexicans hate the blacks.

The blacks hate the white.

My white neighbor hates women.

And my liberal lawyer hates

my Republican friends,

and my Republican friends hate

my liberal lawyer.

But the work gets done.

Do you have anything to do with

Jimmy Davis' disappearance, sir?

I have never done

anything to that man,

and if you think I have,

then what can I say?

I understand

you have made comments

that you do believe

that gay people are evil.

Those are strong feelings

of hate, Mr. Briggs,

and hate can bring confusion

to a man

that wants to control everything

and everyone around him.

I believe in justice

just like everyone else.

Do you, Mr. Briggs?

Yes, I do.

Now please leave my office.

I met with Pedro Alvarez.

Pedro Alvarez.

Pedro Alvarez.

And what did he say?

He said plenty.

He said what?

Who lets the Texas Rangers

onto my property?!

Who does that?

My goddamn cook!

He not only cooks the soup

and my fried chicken

and lets anybody onto

my property that he wants me to!

I don't get it!

I don't get it!

You know, they arrested

that Rogers guy in a drug bust.

They what?

Yeah,

they got him in custody.

- They got him. - Okay, now,

you listen to me and listen good.

I don't want some

cheap Texas Ranger b*tch

roaming around this property

asking a bunch of questions.

I don't want her on this

property or anywhere near!

You hear me?! Nowhere!

If she does, only I talk to her!

You understand?

Only me! Only me!

Where's Ben?

He's never around here.

- Where's Ben?

- She's just doing her job.

What are you getting

so worked up for?

- Give her a pass.

- Give her a pass?

For what,

you friggin' retard?

You friggin' retard!

Give her a pass.

Who's the retard?

We invited her

to the barbecue next week.

- Who invited?

- Not me, old man, not me.

- You did.

- Then uninvite her.

Get her on the phone

this goddamn minute

and uninvite

that sneaking b*tch!

- You hear me?

- No way.

- What do you mean no way?

- No way, you do it.

Oh, I do what you-

oh, you thimble-headed redneck

son of a b*tch.

Yeah? Yeah?

Step up!

Now, listen to me-

I don't want that b*tch

anywhere around me,

you understand me?

Nowhere around me.

Now...

clean all this sh*t up,

clean it up before supper.

Clean it up yourself,

you a**hole.

Kiss my ass 27 times,

you prick.

Speak up, Johnny.

You never say anything.

Get out of my way.

Don't you pick it up.

Don't you pick it up.

Samantha:
I wanna ask you

about Jimmy Davis.

Sure.

What do you want to know?

You were having an affair

with Jimmy Davis.

Well,

that's nobody's business.

I'm not here to judge you,

Mr. Briggs.

Mm-hmm.

I'm sure it was

very difficult for you

to be a gay man in a town

of machos like the one we're in.

It's like you'd expect.

I pretended to be straight.

Uh-huh.

I made sure to date

the prettiest girls.

I was the one to always

start the fights

- so no ones starting with me.

- Mm-hmm.

Just pray to be like

everyone wanted me to be.

How'd your father react

when he learned you were guy?

My father is a tough guy.

and you can't tell him anything.

But my mother...

she told me

to go live my life.

Some people,

they'll never accept it.

That's true.

That's true.

Was anybody with you and Jimmy

the last time you saw him?

The last time I saw him?

- Yeah, was anybody with you?

- No.

- No?

- No.

Do you believe that blood

runs thicker than truth, sir?

No. I don't know why you're

asking me that, but no.

It's okay.

I found this.

Anybody out there?

Who's hungry?

She's got me.

Red:

Knock, knock.

Who's there?

Red.

Red? Red Who?

Your redneck prick

son of a b*tch son, that's who.

What do you want smashed

before you pick it up, huh?

- You want this?

- Pick your spot, pick your spot.

Yeah.

I missed you guys at supper.

Where's Johnny at?

Johnny's getting divorced,

Pop.

Tell him not to worry.

It's not the end of the world.

Probably best not

to tell him anything.

No, you're right,

you're right.

S0 this whole little court

chitchat gets caught up, okay?

- I gotta get going.

- What do you mean? You just got here.

I'll see you in the morning.

We can bust up more sh*t.

- Who's gonna clean it up?

- You are?

- Me? Oh, bullshit.

- Walk me to the door.

All right.

Hold on, hold on.

Oh, yeah,

I wanna ask you,

things with Sandy

are better, I hope.

Better. Thanks.

Yeah. Good girl.

Don't let her go, son.

She's too good,

tell you that.

- She's great.

- Yeah.

I finally cut off

that other deal.

I gotta stay

at what's right for me.

Can't let it be said

that the apple or whatever

doesn't fall far

from the tree.

Yeah, right, hey, hey,

hey, hey, get out of here.

- Right.

- Yeah. See you tomorrow.

Right.

One other thing.

They're coming after me again.

Yeah, I know.

- You hang in there, Pop.

- Okay.

All right.

Looking good.

Looking good.

Where's Johnny at?

He told me

to saddle your horse.

Just warming him up for you.

I hope you don't mind.

- Why would I mind?

- Okay.

Hadn't lost

too much there, son.

Good. Yeah.

Getting long

in the tooth here, so.

Need all the help,

I can get.

Yeah. Thank you.

Thank you, darlin'.

Whoa. Whoa. Yeah.

Once I'm up here...

I feel a lot better

than I do down on the ground,

that's for damn sure.

You know, you never answered

my question about what happened.

Of course I did.

You just don't listen.

I have no idea.

S0 he just disappeared.

Seems kind of impossible,

don't you think?

I been over this

a thousand times.

How many teen suicides

do you think there are

yearly in America,

let alone Texas?

- I don't know.

- Well, look it up on your Google deal.

Lake Brownwood

or any of these other lakes

throughout the state?

All right?

Just chalk another one up.

That's all you have to say.

Well, what else is there?

You know...

I missed you, Dad.

Even if I don't understand you,

and I'd like to know you better.

But I guess both

of our hearts are closed.

Maybe that's the problem.

Maybe.

And I guess you'll never accept

that I'm gay.

Benny, Ben boy, I- I-

I mean...

why you do what you do,

whatever you do,

but I'm working on it,

son.

You are?

Then why don't you listen to me?

Why don't you put yourself

in my shoes?

We'll switch roles

for a minute.

- Why would I do that?

- I tell you why.

What do you think happens

between two men?

What do you think we do

when we're in private?

I'm not so sure I want to know.

It makes no sense to me, son.

Well, I can explain it to you.

I can tell you.

I can tell you

exactly what happens.

Want to hear?

I'm not talking about

slow dancing and honky-tonk.

I'm talking about what happens

in the wee hours.

Want me to tell you?

I don't think so.

We could wait until another day.

- All right?

- All right.

Well, you can think about

or you cannot think about it,

but that's the situation.

That's what's going on.

15 years ago

is the same as today.

S0 you can put another gun

to my head and say,

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