(ROOSTER CROWS)
Bud! Your breakfast's gettin' cold.
BUD: I don't want it, Mamma. I gotta go.
All right.
- BUD: Morning. - Sit down and eat your breakfast.
- No, I'll just have coffee. - ETHEL: I made gravy.
- I made biscuits. - Looks good, but I wanna get goin'.
All right.
Y'all gonna miss me?
ETHEL: Here's some chicken to eat on the road.
And field peas for your Aunt Corene.
You just can't get good vegetables in Houston now. You'll see. (CHUCKLES)
Good luck, son. You take care.
ETHEL: Be careful, you hear? And don't drive too fast.
- Call me the minute you get there. - I will.
(ENGINE STARTS)
So long, boy.
MAN: See you later, Bud!
(HONKING)
Hi, Bud!
BUD: Is that you, Lou Sue? Gimme a hug.
CORENE: Bob! Bud's here!
BUD: Hey, Willie!
BOB: Bud, how are you doin'? BUD: Hey, your new house is real nice.
BOB: Wait till you see the inside. How's everybody in Spur?
- I got you! - (MOCK GROANING) You got me.
CORENE: You're too good!
There you go, darlin'. I want you to eat some of that.
No? Honestly!
I hope you're okay sleeping with Willie.
I hope he's okay sleeping with me.
- I'll get my own place soon as I can. - Don't worry about it.
CORENE: You can stay as long as you want.
I appreciate it.
- How about some more pie? - No. I can't eat no more. I can't.
- Oh, come on. One piece. - You want me as fat as him?
What's wrong with that? (LAUGHS)
- Where are you boys goin' tonight? - To Gilley's.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Oh, God damn! The place hasn't changed a bit.
Just keep walking. If they go to shootin', drop to the ground.
Bud, come on!
If y'all goin' out there to watch, you have to pay to get back in!
Hell of a fight goin' on out there.
How much do we owe you?
- There's three of us. - Holy shit!
(BAND PLAYING UPBEAT COUNTRY SONG)
BUD: This is bigger than my home town.
BOB: The biggest honky-tonk in the world.
Leo! How great to see you! How are you?
Hey, Bud.
There's three-and-a-half acres of concrete prairie in here.
They've had 7,000 people in here at one time.
- That right? - Yeah.
I don't know how many they've got in here now.
Pretty good crowd, though. Let's get to the bar and get us a drink.
- Hey, Marshall! - Bob, how are you?
How are you doing?
I want y'all to meet my nephew. This is Bud. He just got in from Spur.
This is Marshall. Wayne. These boys work with me at Channel Oil.
- We're gonna take off. - Okay. Talk to you later.
Give us a couple of beers.
(PLAYING UPBEAT SONG)
(CHEERING)
MICKEY: Thank you, everybody, and welcome to Gilley's.
Good to have y'all with us.
(SLOW COUNTRY SONG PLAYING)
(MICKEY SINGING)
That's Mickey Gilley himself. He owns this place with Sherwood Cryer.
Hey, Steve! Come here. I want you to meet somebody.
How you doin'? This is my nephew Bud, from Spur.
Steve. Steve Strange.
Steve and I ran the rodeo circuit together. He works for Gilley's now.
Hi, Bud. It's nice to meet you.
Hey, Steve, this is Bud's first night in town. Take care of him, will you?
Hey, girls! Come on over here. I got somebody I want you to meet.
- Say hi to Bob, Corene and Bud. - Come on, darlin', let's dance.
WOMAN: Where've you been? We haven't seen you around here.
I'm from Spur. (CHUCKLES)
(COUGHING)
WOMAN 1: Good morning. WOMAN 2: Morning.
BUD: Shit.
I'm gonna make you a nice cup of coffee, darlin'.
BUD: That sounds good.
Uh, no, Ethel, you can't talk to your little boy just now.
Because he ain't home. Mmm-hmm.
Must still be at church.
Uh-huh.
- (DOOR OPENS) - Uh, hold on just a minute.
Is that you, Bud?
(DOOR CLOSES)
BOB: Uh-oh. Get out the Alka-Seltzer.
Bud, your mamma's on the phone.
I told her you went to church.
BUD: Hi, Mamma.
No, I don't have no job yet. I just got here yesterday.
I'm... I'm goin' to the plant tomorrow with Uncle Bob.
Fine. I'll tell you.
MAN: Bud Davis, huh?
My... My real name is Buford Uan Davis.
But they don't call me Buford no more, except my grandma on my dad's side.
She still calls me Buford, but she's half-Indian.
(BUD CHUCKLES)
They call me Bud 'cause my initials are B-U-D. Buford Uan Davis.
- It spells "Bud". - I can spell, boy.
Which pipeline? There ain't one in Spur.
Yes, there is. Came in this spring. I was workin' on the insulating.
Uncle Bob told me you was hiring, so, I thought I'd come and check it out.
Most of our insulating we contract out.
But I can start you as a general helper.
A flunky, a gofer. You know what a gofer is, boy?
I think it means, you know, "go for" things.
Or it could mean you're an animal. (CHUCKLES)
Around here, they're on the same level.
Start you at the bottom. You work up.
I wanna tell you one thing.
You're gettin' this job because of your Uncle Bob.
He's been here a long time and he's a damn good man.
I'll tell you one thing more. You're gonna have to lose that beard.
It's regulation if you have to wear any kind of a fresh-air mask.
- Got everything you need? - Yep.
- Corene sure is gonna be happy. - Well, I'm gonna do it.
Just gotta go for it, can't hold off.
I better get on back to work.
- All right. I'll see you later. - Yeah, I'll see you later.
Here goes.
(BAND PLAYING UPBEAT COUNTRY SONG)
(WOMEN WHOOPING)
(BAND PLAYING SLOW COUNTRY SONG)
See you later.
STEVE: Hey, Bud!
- How are you doing? - Fine.
- Anything I can do for you? - Not yet.
(LAUGHING)
Are you a real cowboy?
That depends on what you think a real cowboy is.
- The other night you had a beard? - That's right.
It looked good. You shouldn't have shaved it.
- Who asked you? - Nobody.
- Know how to do the two-step? - You bet.
- Wanna prove it? - All right.
- What's your name? - Sissy.
- Who are you? - Bud.
BUD: Nice to meet you. SISSY: Pleasure.
(SLOW COUNTRY SONG PLAYING)
- Hey, Marshall. - Bud.
They got you carrying mud, now?
Beats the hell outta cutting foam glass!
(MARSHALL CHUCKLES)
- How did you and Sissy make out? - That ain't none of your business.
- None of my business? - That's right.
(QUITTING HORN BLOWS)
(SINGING UPBEAT COUNTRY SONG)
Y'all cut that shit out or I'll throw you out of the club!
MAN: All right! Atta boy. That's my boy.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Marshall, when'd this thing get here? - Cryer put it in this afternoon.
Said it might cut down on the fights.
Give all us cowboys something else to hit besides each other.
(BEEPING)
- One more? - MAN: One more, come on!
(CROWD CHEERING)
This one's for you, darlin'.
MAN: Make that needle move, Bud!
(BEEPING)
- I wanna hit one, Bud. - Come on, Sissy.
- Hold my beer, Jessie. - Should I? Okay.
(CROWD CLAMORING)
Come on, Sissy. You can do it. Make 600.
Okay.
- Shit! - Oh...
MAN: Doctor Davis. BUD: Just behave yourself.
- (LAUGHTER) - Ow. It stings.
You gotta learn there's certain things a girl can't do.
- Name one. - MARSHALL: I can name several.
- Pissin' on the side of a wall. - You're terrible.
MARSHALL: Getting laid with your pants still on.
Why would you want to? (CHUCKLES)
- BUD: How do you do that? - Is it broke?
Shit, no. She couldn't move her fingers if it was broke. Look.
It ain't broke.
BUD: I broke my hand in a beer-joint fight.
You really know when something's broken. You do.
You can't move nothin'. Your fingers get all swelled up.
Shit.
- Becky! Where's my eggs? - Hold your horses! It's comin'!
- Hi, Bud. - Hi, Bud.
- Shit. - What's the matter?
- Oh, nothin'. Why don't you just go on? - Just 'cause I was looking at them?
I can't keep my eyes closed. I just looked up and there they was.
Why don't you just go on? They're waitin'. Someone else'll take me home.
Come on. You jealous of them? Little cute girls you're jealous of?
Don't tickle me.
MARSHALL: Whoo!
- Don't tickle me or I'll wet my pants. - You love this.
(SISSY GRUNTS)
- (SCREAMS) You hit me! - Well, shit! You pinched me.
I don't care. You're not supposed to hit girls.
BUD: Sissy!
- Hey, Sissy... - I'm not talking to you.
- Where are you goin'? - SISSY: Home.
- How you think you're gonna get there? - I got a thumb. I got a middle finger.
- Oh, come on, Sissy. - Look, Bud, you hit me!
I didn't hit you that hard! You don't know what hard is.
- Just leave me alone. - Fine. Forget it.
"Fine. Forget it."
That's fine with me. See if I care.
Fine.
MARSHALL: She still pissed off?
(ENGINE STARTS)
- Get in. - Go to hell!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
- Get in! - No!
(SISSY SQUEALING)
(SISSY YELPS)
(SISSY GRUNTS)
(CAR HONKS)
Jesus Christ! I almost hit y'all!
You wanna get married?
ALL: Smile, y'all, smile!
(CHEERING)
WOMAN 1: Can you get 'em all in? WOMAN 2: Smile.
- BUD: Uncle Bob! Come here! - I already been in one.
MAN: Oh, nice!
You want me lookin' at the ring or just showin' it?
- Oh, no... - MAN: One more.
- CORENE: You switch places with me. - A little more this way. Tighter.
Can we do one like this? Like on top of the cake.
CAMERAMAN: Hold her little breasts. Hold it right there.
(CHEERING)
Show 'em your garter.
I ain't got no stockings on.
Let me take one.
WOMAN: Now, Sissy, stand still. And try to look sweet, honey.
My legs are sweatin', Mamma.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
First dance to the newlyweds.
(LOVE SONG PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
BUD: Don't peek. SISSY: Okay.
- Bud, I can't stand it. Are we there? - Almost. Just hold on.
I'm gettin' sick to my stomach.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
All right. Here we go.
Okay, right there. Ready? On your mark, get set, go!
(BOTH SCREAMING)
It's ours! I put a down payment on it! It's ours!
It's 50ft long, 12ft wide,
it's got one bedroom, every modern convenience,
- and you can move it if you want! - And it's ours?
- Where's the keys? - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
I know we got the keys here.
(KEYS JINGLING)
Here we go!
Whoo!
WOMAN: Bud, don't forget your bride. Come on.
WOMAN: Hey, Bud! Has it got a water bed?
(WHOOPING AND CHEERING)
- (SISSY SCREAMS) - (THUDS)
ANNOUNCER: And welcome, ladies and gentlemen,
to the Huntsville Prison Rodeo,
where all the cowboys are convicts.
SISSY: Oh, shit, Bud. See the guys up there with the rifles?
- See those guys? - Mmm-hmm.
- SISSY: Okay, look at those guys. - In white? They're prisoners, too.
Damn, those outlaws make good cowboys.
How come?
They don't give a shit if they get hurt.
All they do is lay up for a while. They'd rather do that than anything.
(CROWD CHEERING)
- SISSY: Wanna go back to the motel? - No, I wanna watch the bulls.
- SISSY: God, they're so ugly! - Who's first up?
Wes Hightower. Let's see what he can do.
- SISSY: Which number is he? - Twenty-five.
Shit, they're gonna be mean, too. All right.
MAN: Cut him loose!
What happened?
SISSY: Is he all right?
(CROWD CHEERING AND WHOOPING)
God damn! He's gettin' back on!
ANNOUNCER: Told you he was the roughest and the toughest.
I thought he was a goner!
See, I told you these guys were tough. Look at that.
ANNOUNCER: Now, hang on!
That bull looked like he was gonna go over the wall,
but not of his choice.
Don't mess with him if you want to be around to live out your life sentence.
Here we go! Wes Hightower!
(CROWD CHEERING)
Who's next?
- Hi, Sissy. How're you doing? - Good.
- What the hell's goin' on? - PAT: That's Sherwood's new play toy.
- Y'all want a beer? - Shit, yeah. Give me two Lone Stars.
- Here we go. - Oh, thank you. Appreciate it.
- Marshall, what are you doing? - Hey, Sissy!
- How are you doing? - Okay.
You ride that thing yet?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Marshall, you ride that thing?
I can't believe it!
Hey, Marshall! Ride the bull!
Shit, no! I'm gonna hang on to my family jewels!
- Where's your sporting blood? - STEVE: It's $2 for eight seconds.
It's what they train rodeo riders on. It's a bucking machine.
You ride it and I'll watch you.
- Hell, I'll ride it! - No, you won't!
- First, you gotta sign a release. - MAN: And give this lady $2.
WOMAN: He's gonna bust his ass, anyway.
(MAN CHUCKLES)
Sign there. In case you bust your ass, you're not gonna hold Gilley's liable.
Hey, Bud! Come back here a minute.
- You ever rode a bull before? - No, but I rode some rank horses.
- It's different. Right or left-handed? - Right.
- STEVE: Give him a left glove. - It's opposite?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(CROWD CHEERING)
- How the hell do you ride it? - STEVE: Put your glove in the rigging,
then put your right nut in your left hand and hang on!
- Hell, I'm gonna ride again. - STEVE: That's the right attitude.
You don't sign the release again. Just another $2.
- Boy, you got more balls than I got! - STEVE: Get your knees up.
Get up close to that rigging as possible. Give him a ride, Sam!
I was so proud of you, Bud. You looked so great up on that bull.
You were the best one all night long.
Well, I might have been the best one all night long,
but my balls are killin' me. (CHUCKLES)
Shit. Oh, man.
Does that mean we won't be able to do it?
Well, I don't know. I just don't know.
SISSY: We'll just have to find out.
I love you so much, Bud.
I love you too, Sissy. Come here.
Sweetheart.
- You know what I really wanna do? - What?
I wanna ride that bull.
(CHUCKLES) No. No way!
- Why not? - It's too dangerous!
It ain't for girls.
I gotta watch you. I do!
First, you wanna punch the punchin' bag,
and you're always ridin' my pick-up and everything.
Now, you wanna ride the bull.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(ALL CHEERING)
- I'm next. I wanna ride it. - No.
- Jessie rode it. - I told you no.
- Bud, I think you oughta let her ride. - I think I told you no.
Bud! Thought you got enough of this shit last night!
- What speed's it on? - It's on five tonight.
Five? That's high, ain't it?
Look at Gator. He's shitfaced.
All right, let's go!
SISSY: Stay on!
Stay on, Gator!
- BUD: I'm gonna ride again. - You can't ride again.
Well, I am.
BIG C: Bud, it's my turn. SISSY: It's Big C's turn.
BUD: One more time. SISSY: Everybody's waitin' in line.
Real nice.
Hey, I wanna ride.
Hello, Steve.
SISSY: You're not riding again.
Wes. How're you doin'?
(CHUCKLES)
Long time no see.
WES: Bet you 10 bucks you can't throw me.
I can't do any gambling around the bull area here, Wes.
Come on.
- Ten bucks. - All right.
- What speed you got it on? - It's on five. Get your ass up there.
- I'll turn it up. - Go ahead.
- Steve, who is that guy? - Just somebody I used to know, Bud.
He sure does look familiar.
MAN 1: Hey, who is this guy?
MAN 2: I don't know. I never seen him before.
Looks like his shirt's made out of his mamma's hairnet.
(LAUGHTER)
MAN 3: What's he doin'?
MAN 4: Maybe he's lookin' up the bull's ass.
MAN 5: He's turnin' it up.
I don't care if he does look squirrelly.
He brought his own glove with him.
- MAN 6: Look, he's playin' with himself! - (LAUGHTER)
- MAN 7: Go on, mister! Ride that thing! - (CHEERING)
Ready, Wes?
Hey, ride that thing!
MAN: Damn! He's good.
STEVE: Hell of a ride!
Good ride! Okay, now it's my turn, Steve.
Can't, Sissy. Gilley's fixin' to do a set
and he don't like the bull running.
You're a real cowboy, ain't you?
- Come on, let's dance. - I'll see you in a bit, Sissy.
Come on, Wes. Let's get a beer.
- Quit that flirtin'. - I wasn't.
Was too.
(UPBEAT COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)
(WHOOPING)
(MAN WHOOPING)
Hoedown!
(CROWD CHEERING)
(COUNTRY SONG PLAYING)
- Just do it for me. - Ask me how to become a bull rider.
How do you become a bull rider?
In the afternoon?
That's how I'm gonna ride it. I'm gonna go in the afternoon.
- MARSHALL: You jealous of her? - I'm not jealous. Are you sore?
Ooh.
You better not tell Bud, Marshall. I'll kill you.
- What's it worth? - I wanna surprise him.
Becky! You tell that son of a bitch to put extra onion on that. All right?
- I want it extra well, too. - Okay.
- If it's not, I'm sending it back. - Okay.
- Okay, I got it. - He's got it. What you got?
- A joke. - MARSHALL: You gonna give it to me?
- Ask me how you become a bull rider. - How do you become a bull rider?
- Ooh, that was good, Marshall. - All right.
- You get a handful of marbles. - (LAUGHTER)
Okay.
Get a handful of marbles, you put them in your mouth, okay?
Then you go to Gilley's and ride that bull.
Every time you ride that bull,
you take one of them marbles and spit it out.
(LAUGHTER)
- You're drunk. - SISSY: Isn't he cute?
Okay, and by the end of that time,
when you've lost all your marbles, that's when you're a bull rider.
Oh, shit!
That's a good one.
Don't worry about anything. I'm sorry I didn't get to Cryer,
but I'll get to him first thing in the morning.
Let's get that burger.
- What the hell was that? - Huh?
What's he tippin' his hat at you for?
Don't he know we're married?
Hey, Tattoo! Lookee here! See this?
That's a weddin' ring. That means we're married. She's mine.
- Don't be an asshole! - Okay?
- All right, loosen up. - See that? He flipped me the finger.
- Would you calm down? - MARSHALL: I didn't see him.
Just calm down, Bud.
- Here's your food. - Burger, extra onion. Ham and eggs.
Cheese omelet. And the chili of yours is coming.
- This thing's still movin'. - I can't help it.
Well, then, put it back on the fire!
Bud, don't do this. It's stupid.
Don't fight him. You're drunker than Cooter Brown.
- Are you listening at all? - Will you shut up? I mean it!
Okay, fine!
SISSY: Stop it! STEVE: Let's get that burger now.
MARSHALL: Get him, Bud!
SISSY: God damn it! Bud, don't!
(ALL CLAMORING)
Get outta here!
STEVE: Hold on.
Hold on a second.
JESSIE: Sissy, take him home.
(WHISTLES)
SISSY: Bud?
Bud, it's 7:00.
If you're not goin' in to work, I'll call you in sick.
- Brought you some coffee. - Get me a beer.
- If they smell beer on your breath... - Just get me a beer!
Yes, sir.
Sweetheart, are you sure you're okay to go to work?
(ENGINE STARTS)
- Hi, Daddy. - Morning, honey.
If it's okay, I wanna get off early today.
That's all right with me, if your mother don't mind.
Okay.
Ma, I wanna get off early today, okay?
It's okay with me if it's okay with him.
Guess it's okay.
Better eat something. You'll get sick.
No, I'll be all right.
- Hi, Marshalene. - Hi, Sissy.
STEVE: Fine. You're ridin' fine.
- Hi, y'all. - Hi, Sissy.
- STEVE: Remember Wes?
He's livin' out back. Workin' here. Gonna help me run the bull.
Get on up and take a ride.
Okay.
(WHIRRING)
(GROANS)
WES: Push, lift. Push, lift. All right.
Turn loose with that hand. Turn loose with it.
Turn loose with it. All right. Now, stick it up in the air.
- Up behind you. Turn your arm. - JESSIE: Come on. Don't be scared.
Hey, David. Send me down some more mud.
Okay.
Good God Almighty!
Bud!
WES: Ma'am, you are good! JESSIE: What are you grinnin' at?
Turn to the left. Hit it. In the well.
Get that arm back. You look fine. You're a bull rider, child!
MARSHALL: Don't move, Bud! Don't move!
WES: Arch your back, arch your back.
MARSHALL: Hang on, Bud.
WES: Hang on.
SISSY: I can't take it! WES: Stop it!
Take it easy. You'll be all right. We'll get you down.
You'll be all right.
I'm gonna go get the crane.
- How long you been married? - Not very long at all.
- How long? - I don't know. About a week, I guess.
All right. Just pretend like you're still on your honeymoon.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
- Hi. Bob told me what happened. - Well, come on in.
- I came to check on you. - Can I get you a drink?
Shoot, no, darlin'. (CHUCKLES)
- How are you? - Fine. They've given me this codeine.
Yeah?
CORENE: Hmm.
- Where's Sissy? Is she at work? - Oh, Sissy. I'd better call her.
If she finds out from somebody else but me, she'll probably get worried.
My God, Bud. Y'all live like pigs.
What's the matter?
Nothin' much. He just almost got himself killed.
- Killed? - That's right.
- Where is he? - He's in the tub.
SISSY: Bud?
- Bud, what happened? - I fell off the scaffold.
- You're kiddin'. - No, 200 feet in the air.
Damn near broke my back. Where you been?
I was with Jessie. I guess I forgot the time. You okay?
Bud? Listen, darlin', I'm gonna go home now that Sissy's here. Okay?
I couldn't get to this bathroom. Maybe Sissy can.
Don't worry about that.
I put some tuna salads in the icebox for y'all, okay?
If you need anything else, just call. You know where we are. Throw a rock.
Bye-bye, Sissy.
Get me another beer. I gotta soak longer.
Okay.
What was you and Jessie up to? I thought you didn't like her.
Jessie's all right. Just girl talk.
I like my tuna salad when it has pecans and apple,
not so much of this onion.
We don't have no pecans and apples 'cause you ain't been shoppin'.
Corene asked me what I wanted. I said corn bread.
- She couldn't even find any instant. - Don't complain against me, Bud.
I ain't complaining. There's certain things a man wants from his wife.
Like to be here when he gets home and to cook once in a while and clean up.
Make good love to him.
Look, I know that's good, okay? But that ain't enough.
I just thought we'd go to McDonald's.
- God damn it! McDonald's again? - I work, too!
You're making it sound like I have nothing to do all day!
That's what I told her! I said you worked! She said we live like pigs!
She said that?
Look, I don't wanna fight with you.
Well, I don't wanna fight either.
Wanna go to Gilley's tonight?
No.
Come here. Come here.
You mad at me? Hmm?
Come on, let's go to Gilley's. It'll make us feel better.
- Okay. - Go get dressed.
- Eat your tuna with the onions. - Clean up, pig!
(OINKS, CHUCKLES)
(WHOOPING AND CHEERING)
- (SISSY CHUCKLES) - (COUGHS)
What the hell's he doin' workin' the bull?
- Steve gave him a job. - How do you know that?
- Jessie told me this afternoon. - JESSIE: Sissy, come here!
See you.
MAN: How are you doin'?
- I think you oughta ride. - I can't. I got blisters on my ass.
- Bud! How you feeling? - All right.
- How's that foot? - It's my back that's killing me.
- You scared the dickens out of us. - I thought I was a goner.
- I ain't no chickenshit. - Well, get your ass up there.
- Wes, what's it on? - Eight. I'll turn it down.
Okay. I'm gonna ride.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Looks like he's feelin' good now. - I'm on codeine. I don't feel a thing.
- MAN: Girl on the bull! - At least she won't hurt her balls!
- There's gonna be a bull on a girl. - JESSIE: Hear what they're sayin'?
Look up there. Bud, d'you recognize her?
Hey, Sissy! Get down from there!
- Bud, just watch, okay? - Right now!
She knows what she's doin'.
Remember, keep your hand in the well.
Don't think about nothin' but the ride.
- JESSIE: Show 'em how to do it, girl. - Okay.
- STEVE: Turn that girl loose! - (CROWD CHEERING)
Shit, Bud! She rides better than you do!
(CROWD CHEERING)
- I wanted to show you I could ride it. - You lied to me.
I didn't lie. For Christ's sake, I just wanted to ride the goddamn bull!
Okay, Tattoo. Let's see what you can do.
- Jessie, turn it up! - You can't ride that with your back!
- Shut up! - Okay, you're gonna hurt yourself.
MAN 1: Be careful, Bud. MAN 2: I swear to God, take it easy.
Shit!
- That was a good ride. - Now, ride it.
- I don't want to. - Ride it!
- JESSIE: Leave her alone, Bud. - Back off, Jessie! Ride it!
Okay.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(CROWD CHEERING)
SISSY: That make you happy?
Don't ride it again. Please?
Please don't ride it. You'll hurt yourself.
- I'm gonna smack his ass this time. - Take it easy.
The bull's too fast. Easy!
- You gotta stop him! - Don't let this shit go too far.
I've got him now.
Bud!
You broke my goddamn arm!
(PEOPLE CLAMORING)
Wes, you shit!
MAN: Come on! Out the door!
- You layin' him? - I ain't layin' him.
You lied to me.
I was with Jessie. I just didn't say where.
My daddy told me that if a woman will lie about one thing,
she'll lie about another.
- Bud, just take off your shirt. - Get away from me!
I don't need your help and I don't want your help.
I don't want you showin' off on that bull.
- I wasn't showin' off! - What the hell do you call it, then?
- I call it riding it. - Oh, just riding it, huh?
That's right. And I'm gonna ride it again, as much as I want to!
You think you are, but you ain't.
You're not my daddy! You can't tell me what to do!
I'm the next best thing, your husband. You ain't never riding it, ever!
I think you're jealous 'cause I ride it better.
- I'm what? - Bud!
You hit me!
Ow!
Cut it out! Stop it!
- Come on! Get out! - Where am I gonna go?
Go see your daddy! You like him better!
- Here! Take your keys! - Fine!
God damn it!
(ENGINE STARTS)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
BUD: I'll be up front.
I'm better with one arm than most of your guys are with two.
I'll guarantee that.
I'm sorry, Bud. There's not much you can do here with a broken arm.
And you're still on a probation period. I can't keep you on a salary.
Come back when the cast is off and I'll put you back to work.
Here's your severance pay. And I am sorry, Bud.
Thank you.
(INDISTINCT)
(SLOW COUNTRY SONG PLAYING)
STEVE: Bud, don't start no shit in here.
She oughta be able to hang on with those thunder thighs.
- Ever done this before? - No.
Don't worry, honey. Anything he makes sore, I'll be glad to kiss.
I'll get y'all more beer.
Sissy! Just listen to me. Now, look, that guy's an escaped convict.
- He is not. - He's in the prison rodeo program.
- That guy's a convict. - He's out on parole.
Wait a minute. You knew that?
He told me today. I ain't talking to you.
Fine. I'll find somebody else who will talk to me.
- Fine. Good luck. - Good.
ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Gilley's,
the world's largest nightclub.
Wanna dance?
Sure. Why not?
(SLOW SONG PLAYING)
- You all right? - No.
Can I help?
- Wanna dance? - Why, sure.
Okay.
So, when are you gonna take me home and rape me? Hmm?
- Whenever you get ready. - I'm ready right now.
Come on.
I gotta tell my girlfriends I'm goin'.
Got myself a cowboy. See y'all later.
Bud!
Bud! Bud, where are you goin'?
You bitch!
Who's that?
My wife.
MAN: Hey, what's your problem?
- What's your name? - Bud.
Mine's Pam.
- Well, where are we goin', Pam? - Uptown.
Hey, cowboy.
You're not just doin' this to make your wife jealous, are you?
Yep.
PAM: I have a thing about cowboys.
Just drives my daddy crazy. He can't understand it.
I told him, "Daddy, most men today are just too complicated."
Daddy goes to an analyst three times a week. I like men with simple values.
I like them independent, self-reliant,
brave, strong,
direct and open.
"You mean dumb", he says.
Daddy's a real scream.
There's plenty of whiskey. Pour me some bourbon.
I'm gonna put some music on.
What does your daddy do?
(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING)
Daddy does oil. And all that that implies.
- You come to Houston proper much? - No.
It's my favorite city in the whole world.
It's just got so much energy.
To cowboys.
And all that that implies.
Come on. I wanna show you something.
WES: This stuff is called Mezcal con gusano,
which means "Mezcal with worm".
- It's got a worm in there? - Yeah. A little worm floatin' around.
It's sickening.
The Mexicans say if you eat the worm, you're gonna see visions.
- Visions of what? - I don't know.
I ate a whole mess of 'em and I never seen a vision, but I sure feel good.
Well, what's that to?
La vida luna. "The crazy life."
- (BOTH CHUCKLE) - Okay.
WES: Ah.
You rob banks, huh?
I mean, Steve told me that.
(CHUCKLES)
How many banks you rob?
I don't really care how many banks you robbed, but why?
- Come here. - I am right here. It's so small.
No, you ain't. Come here.
Okay.
Come here.
Okay.
This is my favorite thing.
See, the thing is, I can't... I can't do this to Bud.
But I really appreciate that thing with the worm.
I thought I could, but I can't.
I really loved that worm and all that.
(CHUCKLES)
(VEHICLE APPROACHING)
(TRUCK DOOR CLOSES)
Wes?
Hi, cowboy.
It didn't take much to find you. I just called Gilley's.
One of the girls who works in the office
said she'd been here a couple of times.
Thought I'd come.
Make your wife jealous again.
Well, my wife is livin' in a trailer outside Gilley's
with an ex-convict.
And I'm gettin' a divorce.
(PHONE RINGING)
Shit.
Hello?
Oh, hi, Uncle Bob.
Yeah. No, that's all right.
No, I got company.
No, it ain't Sissy.
Well, no, we're not really hungry, but...
Well, that sounds good. Hold on. I'll ask her.
It's my Uncle Bob. My Aunt Corene just made a homemade Karo nut pie,
and we'll go over for dessert.
We'd love to.
Well, at least a couple of hours.
All right, see you then. Bye.
This pie is so good.
BOB: Oh, here.
Corene found this while she was goin' through some old boxes the other day.
I won that for bull-ridin' in '64.
- I didn't know you won first place. - (CHUCKLES)
Look at that.
You'd have been better than Larry Mahan, if not for that accident.
- He was in hospital for nearly a year. - I fell off and the bull stomped me.
I got a plastic bone in my leg and a plastic plate up here in my head.
- How well d'you know this pretty lady? - Go ahead. Tell her.
One plastic nut.
(BOB AND BUD LAUGH)
He bullshits a lot, but he's tellin' the truth.
We're goin' to Gilley's tonight.
Be the first time since we took you there.
- Y'all come with us. - Why? What's happenin' out there?
They are having a Dolly Parton lookalike contest.
Whoo!
Lord have mercy! (WHISTLES)
ANNOUNCER: Evening, ladies and gentlemen.
These are our Dolly Parton lookalikes.
(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)
Now we give you a chance to meet our finalists.
- I'm Judith Hanson. - Trina Haynes.
- Judy Manuelle. - Kim Kimmons.
Hi. I'm Chrystal Smith.
(CROWD CHEERING)
- Hi. I'm Marshalene Mitchell. - Hi. I'm Sandra Carmush.
- Hi. I'm Louise Winter. - Hi. I'm Jerry Hopkins.
Hi, y'all. I'm Mary Bailey.
Big round of applause for our finalists!
(CROWD CHEERING)
Now, could we have the decision from our judges?
Thank you.
Miss Sandra Carmush!
(CROWD CHEERING)
Whoo!
Eat your heart out.
Congratulations! Ain't she a Dolly?
For all you shitkickers out there,
it's rodeo time again, here at Gilley's.
And we're gonna have our own indoor rodeo back there.
That's just three weeks from tonight.
We're gonna have a bull-riding contest,
a punching-bag contest and a dancing contest.
For all you guys that wanna ride that mechanical bull,
we got a table set up for all you guys that wanna join, or even you cowgirls.
The entry forms are back there. It's $10 per person, per event.
So, join up and have a good time with us.
Right now, we're gonna have a little music. Cotton-Eyed Joe!
(CROWD CHEERING)
I really wanted to win.
(UPBEAT COUNTRY MUSIC)
BOB: You were the prettiest one there!
Let's go and look at that machine. I wanna see what kind of machine it is.
(CROWD CHANTING)
WES: You wanna ride this thing? MAN: Yeah.
(CROWD CHEERING)
It's just an old El Toro. I trained on one when I was rodeoin'.
Real good, Norman.
- I wanna ride it. - All right. Come on.
(CROWD CHEERING)
MAN 1: Look at that. Her nipples are hard!
WES: Come on, Sissy! Do your stuff! MAN 2: She ain't got no glove on.
She don't need one for this.
MAN 3: Hell, she rides better without a glove than I do with one.
(MEN WHOOPING)
MAN 4: That's better than a vibrator, ain't it?
All right! Come on, Sissy! Go!
Come on!
She's all right, I guess. I've seen better.
MAN: Come on, Sissy! Go!
Let's go. Come on, let's go.
WOMAN: You sure made Bud jealous.
CORENE: Listen, y'all, I think maybe we better call it a night.
Hell, no! I'm just ready to party.
Let's go to that place you was talkin' about.
Elan's?
CORENE: I can't go anyplace dressed like this!
She can go like that, can't she?
PAM: Oh, I know a place where it won't matter.
BOB: What the hell! Pop them titties and let's get rollin'.
- (LAUGHTER) - CORENE: All right. Here goes!
(CORENE POPS BALLOONS)
(UPBEAT COUNTRY MUSIC)
- Hey, Carol! - Hi, Pam. How you doin'?
- Hello, Pam. - Hey, Earl.
Could you help me ride that buck? Good enough to kick ass in that rodeo?
Why, hell, yeah!
There used to be a machine at the Circle Eight
I trained on for rodeoin'.
- Think we could use it? - I imagine.
How long you think it'd be till I get good enough to win?
- When's that cast comin' off? - Next week.
- Let's go out tomorrow and look at it. - Hell, yes!
- All right! - (WHOOPS)
- Three Jack Daniel's! - Two. I'm having bourbon and Coke.
Bud, in some ways, a bull like this is harder to ride than a real one.
With a real one, you can watch his head
and see which way he's apt to move.
With one of these,
the treachery of the bull depends on the man operating it.
If you wanna ride it right, you gotta learn style and form,
because you're competing against real bull riders, not just mechanical ones.
I can tell you how to score points. I can't show you because I'm too fat!
If you listen to me, you can win. If you don't, you won't. Okay?
Bud?
That's it! Yeah! Keep kicking!
That's what you're gonna be judged on, your style.
Good! Good! Yeah!
You gotta do more than stay on to win a rodeo. You gotta have flair!
- Kick it! Keep that hand up! - That's better?
SISSY: "Dear Bud, sorry about last night.
"I was kind of drunk... Well, I was drunk.
"I woke up feelin' awful about life and other stuff.
"Maybe we could be friends again.
"Maybe more.
"I didn't even mind cleanin' up much.
"If you want to call me, I'll wait at Gilley's all afternoon.
"Bye.
"Love, your not-yet-ex-wife, Sissy.
"PS...
"I miss you."
(DOOR OPENING)
Bud? Hey.
I was just leavin'.
Good.
(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)
Hi. How'd you get in?
The door was open.
What did you do? Damn! You cleaned up the place.
All right!
The bathroom, bedroom.
Flowers!
This is great! I just love a woman's touch around the house.
I mean it.
(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)
(MUSIC STOPS)
PAM: What are you doing with yourself now?
Doc told me this cast could come off first of the week.
Thought I'd take it off a day early. Save some money.
(CHUCKLES)
Look, I ain't got your kind of money, right?
Every little bit helps.
Uncle Bob told me if I work a double shift, I can make up to $16 an hour.
- (COUNTRY SONG PLAYING) - How d'you like that? Turn that up.
That's my favorite song.
I didn't realize you made so much at the plant.
Hell, yeah. How come you think I came to Houston? For my health?
What you do is this, come to Houston,
make some extra money,
then you go back home and get yourself a piece of land.
Course, with the high cost of livin',
and all the things I've been through lately,
I haven't been able to save a dime.
Pam? I said turn it up. I can't hardly hear it.
(TURNS UP VOLUME)
- What are you doin'? - Nothin'. Just listenin'.
I never met a cowboy who didn't talk about going back to the country.
BUD: Yeah, well, I guess it's all bullshit anyway.
Course, if I won that rodeo, it could all come true.
Bud?
What?
I'm gonna bring some clothes here and stay with you for a while.
You need a woman to take care of you. All right?
Suit yourself.
Marshalene?
Bud still hasn't called, huh?
No, he hasn't.
I'm gonna go back inside, so you know where I am.
Okay.
(SOFT ROCK SONG PLAYING)
(BOTH SINGING)
(COUNTRY SONG PLAYING)
Hey, Bud! Want somethin' to eat? Drink?
Okay.
Whoo!
- Damn good! Damn good, Bud! - Thanks, Dwight.
Now go out and hang around Gilley's and watch that fellow run that bull.
That sounds like a good idea.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
(HONKING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(INAUDIBLE)
Wes?
Home a little early, ain't you?
No.
Marshalene was just leavin'.
- Excuse me. I'm sorry, Sissy. - Don't matter. See you later.
You can't expect a man like me to be faithful to any woman.
You buy cigarettes?
Pick it up.
Pick it up yourself.
No!
Pick it up.
Thank you.
Fix me something to eat.
(VOICE BREAKING) Fix it yourself.
Fix me somethin' to eat!
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Gonna storm.
- BUD: Howdy. - Hi.
- Where you been? - Circle Eight with Uncle Bob.
Rode that bull up to 10 today.
- What's that? It smells good. - Stroganoff.
There's a party later tonight at Cowboy for some friends of mine.
My daddy might go.
You go on ahead. I'm gonna work the graveyard shift tonight.
Again?
Pays time and a half. I've got to.
I'm gonna take a nap. Wake me up in an hour and a half.
I'm goin' to watch that son of a bitch run that bull.
And then I'm goin' right to work, so don't forget.
- Aren't you hungry? - No. I'll eat when I get up.
(CUTLERY CLATTERS)
(WATER RUNNING)
I don't want you to go to Gilley's without me.
I gotta watch the man's technique.
Okay. I'll go.
I'll just go to Cowboy later.
You don't care if I go to the party? You won't be jealous?
Nope.
Not even a little?
Look, I hope I learned a lesson about being jealous from Sissy.
I hope I'm the kind of a man who can learn from experience.
Not everybody does.
Contrary to what you or your daddy think, all cowboys ain't dumb.
Some of them got the smarts real good. Like me.
I'm sure.
- What have you done now? - What are you talkin' about?
You bought me another shirt.
You are crazy, girl!
I had that one made for you, sweetheart.
Thank you. It's real nice.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
BUD: Uncle Bob!
- Hey, Bud! - How you feelin'?
Real good. You stop off at Gilley's on the way over here?
No. I wanted to, but Pam didn't wake me up on time.
I was so goddamn mad, I tell you.
I guess she just don't want me bein' where Sissy is or somethin'.
Oh, yeah.
- I saw Sissy today. - Oh, yeah?
- What did she say? - Well, not very much.
She gave me the finger. I gave her the finger.
Well... I guess it's over. I don't know.
You know, Bud, sometimes even a cowboy's gotta swallow his pride
to hold on to somebody he loves.
- What do you mean? - Hell, I know.
I pretty near lost Corene and the kids a couple of times just cause of pride.
You think that old pride is gonna choke you goin' down, but, I tell you,
ain't a night goes by I don't thank the Boss
for givin' me a big enough throat.
Without Corene and them kids,
I'd just be a pile of shit in a cantaloupe patch,
- just drawin' flies! - (BOTH CHUCKLING)
- I guess so. - Think about it, Bud.
Pride's one of them seven deadlies, you know what I mean?
- MAN: Bob? - Yes, sir?
- Check 309 and gauge it for me. - You betcha!
Thanks, partner. You boys go and help Bud.
What are you guys doin' here?
- Freezin', Bud! - Come to help me?
They called a bunch of us out. Said it's gonna rain tonight.
That's good, 'cause I thought I was gonna do this all alone. Help me.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
God damn! I hate that lightning!
Mudder, four inch by ninety.
MAN 1: God damn!
MAN 2: Oh, shit!
- Uncle Bob! - MAN 1: Get the hell outta there!
- Bud! - MAN 2: Get down!
- Move back! - MAN 1: Get outta here! Go on!
Get back!
Get him back!
(WOMAN SINGING)
MINISTER: Let us pray.
(WOMAN CONTINUES SINGING)
ALL: Our Father, which art in Heaven, Hallowed be thy name,
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done,
On earth as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread, And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those who trespass against us.
Lead us not into temptation, Deliver us from evil,
For thine is the kingdom, The power and the glory,
For ever and ever. Amen.
MINISTER: Thank you, pallbearers.
Take your boutonnieres and place them on the casket.
(INAUDIBLE)
Aunt Corene.
Sissy.
- I'm so sorry. - Oh, sweetheart.
- Nobody called me or nothin'. - Thanks so much for coming.
- I loved Uncle Bob. - I know you did, darlin'.
- Bob loved you, too. You know that. - Come on, Mamma.
Take care.
- Thanks for coming. - He was my uncle, too.
I mean, he still is by marriage.
Our divorce ain't final yet.
I just... You know, I wasn't able to get to the papers, so...
Doesn't matter.
Uncle Bob really wanted you to be happy. You happy?
Hell, yes, I'm happy. How about you? You happy?
Shit. Yeah, I really am.
I finally got what I wanted. I got a real cowboy.
I got what I wanted, too. I got myself a real lady.
- Bud, the family car is waiting. - Family car is waitin'.
I ain't gonna be here after tonight.
Wes... There just ain't much life for us here, and he can't get a job.
He's gonna win that rodeo tonight. We're gonna take off.
That sounds real good.
'Cept how's he plannin' to win the rodeo when he's runnin' the bull?
He ain't. Sherwood fired his ass 'cause he's hurtin' too many people.
Purse is up to $5,000. Wes says that'll get us deep into Mexico.
- Don't suppose you'll be there. - No.
No.
Bye, y'all.
Bye, Pam.
(SOBBING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(DOORBELL RINGS)
I've got somethin' for you, darlin'.
Bob told me just last Monday night,
just right before he went to bed that he wanted you to have this
and to wear it tonight at the rodeo, for good luck.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Well, I ain't... I ain't goin' to the rodeo tonight.
I don't... I don't feel like I can.
Please take it, Bob... Bud! (CHUCKLES) Listen to that.
You take that. You take it tonight for good luck.
Oh, I'll take it.
I'd be proud to own it.
But not for tonight, not... Not for good luck.
You know... Bob kind of forgot about his rodeo days till you come along.
And, he even forgot where he put that belt buckle.
- I had a hell of a time findin' it. - I bet you did.
Now that it's turned up again, I don't want it retired.
I wanna give it to somebody who's gonna use it.
(PLAYING UPBEAT COUNTRY MUSIC)
(SINGING)
All right. Welcome to Gilley's rodeo!
(CROWD CHEERING)
We got a couple of clowns here. Couple of real funny bones.
Give them a hand, too. All right? Yeah! Okay!
Folks, this rodeo is gonna be run
just like any rodeo right across this country.
The same way.
Now, each judge is gonna give one to 25 points for the bull,
one to 25 points for the rider,
for a combined possible score of 100 points.
Now, the five top contestants are gonna compete in the short go-round,
and we're gonna combine the scores on this ride and that ride,
and out of that we're gonna have the winner of that $5,000 jackpot!
Tonight the bull is wide open! Turned all the way up to 12.
Let's have that first contestant up there, Howard Heston.
Uh-oh. Uh-oh.
Sorry about that, Howard. You bet.
Next contestant, ladies and gentlemen, number 155, the Great Tanker.
(LAUGHS)
All right, Tank. You ready? Hit him, Sam!
(CROWD CHEERING)
Pin that on me.
STEVE: That's it! He made that eight seconds look good, didn't he, folks?
You betcha.
Let's look at that score.
Hey! Look at that now! All right!
All right. Thank goodness for the clowns.
Number 144, folks! This is JR Fisk.
All right! Yeah!
You ready, JR? He's ready.
(CHUCKLING) Give him a ride, Sam.
(CONTINUES SINGING)
(INDISTINCT)
STEVE: Hell. Some gotta win and some gotta lose.
If the bull don't kill him, the clowns will!
Hey. You came out after all?
- Bud, sorry to hear about your uncle. - Thank you.
Good luck tonight.
(CROWD CHEERING)
That was a good ride.
STEVE: Next contestant, number 106, Mr. Wes Hightower.
(CROWD CHEERING)
(BLOWING)
STEVE: Let's take a look at that score here.
- That was good. - It was all right.
STEVE: An 81! All right! That there's the highest score tonight!
- That was a pussy ride you gave me. - MAN: Why don't you take it up with Sam?
STEVE: All right. Next rider here, number 48.
(CROWD CHEERING)
Next contestant, Bud Davis.
(CROWD CHEERING AND WHISTLING)
Hit him, Sam!
(CROWD CHEERING)
(HORN BLOWS)
- All right! - (CROWD CHEERING)
That was a fabulous bull ride by Bud Davis, number 87.
Now, let's take a look at that score.
A 79! Well, all right!
That puts Bud Davis in the top five.
Boy's been practicing.
All right, everybody,
we're down to our five finalists in our bull-riding contest.
How about a good, big round of applause for 'em?
(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)
We're also down to our six finalists in our dance contest.
Now that the dancers have caught their breath, the big finale!
Here's the Charlie Daniels Band!
(PLAYING UPBEAT TUNE)
- When did you say I was up? - MAN: You're gonna be in fifth position.
You'll be our final rider. We put everybody's name in a hat,
drew positions for the short go-round. Gives everybody the same shot.
STEVE: Right! All right! A nice round of applause for Gene McLaughlin.
All right. Here we are now.
We're down to the five finalists, and let's get on with it.
Lloyd Smith, number 57.
(CROWD CHEERING)
Lloyd had a 75 on the first go-round, folks.
Let's loosen him up. Are you ready, Lloyd?
Give him a ride, Sam.
(CROWD CHEERING)
Uh-oh.
All right.
Yeah. That's right. A lot of help those fellows are.
Pam, would you put it on my butt?
STEVE: Next contestant now is number 1 14, Norman Tucker.
(CROWD CHEERING)
All right, now, Norman had a 75 on the first round.
Let's see what he can do on this one. You ready, Norman?
Hit him, Sam!
(HORN BLOWS)
All right. Nice ride by Norman Tucker there.
Well, let's get the score.
All right. Waitin' on the score. 77!
So, we got a grand total there of 152 for Norman Tucker.
All right, next rider up is JR Fisk, number 144!
Nice try. Sorry, but no cigar there, JR. All right! (LAUGHS)
All right, our next contestant,
Wes Hightower, number 106.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(CROWD CHEERING)
Can I use your pad?
STEVE: Wes had a fine score of 81 on the first go-round.
All right.
Are you ready, Wes? Hit him, Sam.
(CROWD CHEERING)
(HORN BLOWS)
A fine ride by Wes Hightower.
Let's take a look at Wes's score there.
An 80! All right! All right!
An 80 combined with an 81 gives Wes Hightower a grand total of 161,
and that's the highest score for this evening.
All right. We're down now to our next and final contestant,
Bud Davis, number 87!
(SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)
Bud had a 79 on his first go-round. Are you ready, Bud?
(CROWD CHEERING)
All right!
A super ride by Bud Davis, number 87.
MAN: Good job there, Bud!
All right. Now let's take a look at that score there!
An 83!
(CROWD CHEERING)
An 83 combined with a 79
gives Bud Davis a grand total of 162!
And that makes Bud Davis the winner of the $5,000!
WES: Pack your things. We're leaving right now.
I ain't going to Mexico.
- Sissy, pack your things. - I ain't going tonight, Wes.
- Pack it. - No.
Pack that shit!
(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)
(CROWD CHEERING)
Leave the motor running. I'll be right back.
Welcome! Good to have all you folks at Gilley's annual rodeo.
At this time, I would like to announce the winners of all three big events.
(CROWD CHEERING)
First of all, I want to introduce the judges of our dance contest.
Becky Tiller and the top DJ...
Do you think Sissy left?
I know she did. She went out the side door.
Shit! I wanted her to see this.
That would have been perfect. Perfect.
The punching-bag event, the strong man of the bunch,
Norman Tucker!
Congratulations, Norman!
Now for the really big event.
The gentleman that outrode everybody on our famous bull,
the one and only Bud Davis!
(CROWD CHEERING)
Congratulations to Bud!
Back to that good country music.
The Charlie Daniels Band, The Orange Blossom Special!
We'd better go. I don't wanna leave Aunt Corene alone too long.
- You did it for her, didn't you? - What?
Practicing. Winning. All that.
- Didn't you? - What are you talkin' about?
'Cause you sure didn't do it for me.
Pam, this ain't no time to start this with me.
What are you talkin' about?
Look, I'm a shit. But I'm not that big a shit.
I have to tell you something.
Remember when you came back and the trailer was clean, flowers around?
- Yep. - I didn't do that.
Sissy did it. She was there.
She left you a note asking you to phone her.
But I tore it up 'cause I was sort of jealous.
I wanted to keep my cowboy.
You don't love me, Bud. And I don't really love you.
Not like that.
So, you shouldn't let her get away.
But I tell you what.
If you ever wanna make her jealous, you know where I am.
I gotta go.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Sissy!
Sissy?
Get outta here, Bud. I mean it!
- I gotta talk to you. - Wes is in Gilley's and we're leavin'.
I know you're leavin', but I just wanted to tell you somethin'.
I'm hard-headed, and I'm prideful.
And I wanna apologize clear back to when I hit you the first time.
I love you, Sissy.
I love you, too, Bud!
- You do? - Mmm.
I didn't know you came to the trailer that day.
(STUTTERS) If I'd known that, I'd have called you. But she tore up that note.
- Shit, you can ride that bull anytime. - I don't wanna ride it!
And screw Mexico because we can do anythin' we want! I got...
- What happened to your face? - I got hit.
Did he hit you?
God damn, I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch!
Bud, just leave him alone! Bud!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Wes, what's goin' on? Oh, shit.
(GRUNTING)
(PEOPLE CLAMORING)
All right! Check that office!
Peter, pick up the money here, would you?
- Sam, the door's locked! - Good job, Bud!
Bud, I swear I didn't know about any of that. I swear.
- Keep that gun on him, Steve. - See what he did with the keys?
- He threw them in the garbage can. - I know where you live.
Hey, Bud, you put it on his ass pretty good!
Y'all get back in the club. It's all over with.
Let's go! Get back in the club.
- Come on, Bud. I'll buy you a beer. - No way! We're goin' home. Come on.
(SLOW COUNTRY SONG PLAYING)
Hey! You sure?
- Hell, I'll buy you two beers! - Jessie, take care of my car, okay?
JESSIE: Don't worry about it, Sissy!
BUD: Damn!