Walking Tall Page #3

RAY:

Hello puddin'.

They hug.

CHRIS:

How ya doin?

RAY:

I'm alright.

CHRIS:

What is that? (points to the van)

RAY:

That's the lovemachine.

CHRIS:

Girls actually get in there?

Ray shrugs.

CHRIS:

How ya been?

RAY:

Good. Clean livin.

CHRIS:

Wanna beer?

RAY:

No. Believe it or not I quit drinkin.

I'll take a soda though.

CHRIS:

Here.

RAY:

Thanks man.

CHRIS:

Whoah. (spots a tattoo of a guitar on

Ray's arm).

RAY:

Ya like that? When you left town it

gave me the idea that I should do something

with my life too so uhh I went down

to Seattle, got a guitar and became

all about music. And then pretty soon

I was about music and drugs, n pretty

soon I was basically just about drugs.

Ended up doin 2 years for B+E.

CHRIS:

I'm sorry.

RAY:

Nahh, look at me now though right? I

been clean and sober for 14 months,

doing construction and renewing those

supportive and healthy friendships from

my past. Matter of fact I talked to

the bastards, told em you were back

and they asked me to politely remind

you that kick off's in twenty minutes.

EXT. FOOTBALL FIELD

A group of guys are there waiting, one of them holding a ball.

They salute as Chris walks up. They all laugh.

CHRIS:

Playin ball?

ALL:

Let's play ball!

JIMMY:

Ray go deep go deep! (as Ray runs off

he throws the ball into Ray's back).

CHRIS:

(Spotting a sign that reads 'HAMILTON

FIELD') When did that happen?

JIMMY:

His parents hadn't left him the mill

more than 2 minutes before he shut it

down.

CHRIS:

Why?

a voice shouts 'HEADS UP' Chris catches a fast ball thrown from

behind. Jay steps out of his vehicle.

JAY:

Cause I opened my Casino.

CHRIS:

Still got a gut huh Jay?

JAY:

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