Cowboy Up Page #3

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The Yuma, Oklahoma cowboy,

Tom Sharples, they're gonna

give him a re-ride.

Stu, Ray.

Pen six.

Kid in chute two.

Let's go with him.

ANNOUNCER:

The young man getting

on this bull

has not been on a bull

for over a year.

A serious injury kept him

out of competition.

His brother Hank,

his dad Reid,

both performed

in the rodeo business.

Ladies and gentlemen,

over here in chute number two

is Ely Braxton

from Santa Maria, California

on a bull they call Doomsday!

Let's watch him ride!

HANK:
Hang on!

Son of a b*tch.

(HORN BLOWS)

Stay! Stay!

Come on! Go, go!

ANNOUNCER:

Eighty-eight points!

Eighty-eight points

for Ely Braxton!

I don't know whether

to hug you or hit you,

you son of a b*tch!

-Great ride!

-Yeah!

Welcome back, my friend.

You ain't missed a day.

Zapata, don't let me down.

There you go.

You have a good ride.

ANNOUNCER:

I've been in the business

a long time

and Zapata's one of

the rankest bulls I've seen.

I told you, Ray!

-Five thousand.

-No, I'm sorry.

-Ten thousand.

-I'm sorry. I can't.

I can't sell this bull.

He's my future, okay?

Fifteen grand, and my wife.

Is that for me or Zapata?

What exactly were

your thoughts

when you got back on the bull?

I don't know.

Stay on, I guess.

How did you prepare?

I didn't.

I'm gonna be sore tomorrow.

What does your father think

about you coming with

a metal plate in your skull?

It's not metal.

-It's good to have you back.

-It's good to be back.

-See you at the truck.

-Thanks a lot.

Take care.

You made a mistake today.

I don't know.

It felt pretty good.

I ain't talking

about your ride.

You're a big boy.

I ain't gonna judge

you for that.

I'm talking

about the reporter.

-What if it makes

the papers back home?

-Don't worry. It won't.

You better hope it doesn't.

Mom, Connie, they'll skin you.

-It was a hell

of a ride though.

-Thanks.

Sure do know how

to sit on a bull.

It must be God given.

Answer me one question.

What's it mean to you in here?

I don't know.

You will.

Morning.

Use a glass.

(SIGHS)

So, is it true?

Is what true?

Ow!

What'd you do that for?

-I'm sorry.

-You have done me in.

You really have.

I was just trying to find

the right time to explain it

to you.

Just done me in.

Just know that.

You've done me in!

Well, you know what?

It felt great!

(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

Ely, come here, boy.

Come on. Now watch, Ely.

Take ahold of this, and watch.

Squeeze the trigger real slow.

-Piece of cake, Dad.

-Okay, son.

Cowboy up.

Reid, what are you doing?

(GUN FIRES)

Go!

Come on, Rose.

It's just a bit of fun.

What the hell? Put that down.

-Go on! Get outta here!

-Come on, Rose.

We're gonna need ten CC's

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