Hick

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Bar baby!

Yeah, I heard she

was born in a bar.

You could shake your

knuckles at the sky.

You could get mad and say,

"I don't got nothing."

You could get stuck.

Happy birthday, baby!

Oh! This one's from me.

This one,

I don't know.

I think this is

from your uncle.

Cute!

Whoa, hey, a pistol for a pistol.

Luli.

All right, folks,

these drinks

aren't going to

drink themselves.

This is a party.

Luli, you're doomed.

You know that?

I mean, just look at him.

You know why

you keep losing?

'Cause you're

a big f***ing loser!

You motherless f***!

You're not going anywhere

like that, you son of a b*tch!

Luli, get in the car.

Luli!

Just get in the car.

Luli, no, no!

No, you are not

killing my daughter,

not on her birthday,

goddamn it!

No, we're not

going to do it.

Don't know how to show his

love and I'm sorry for that.

I should have

never married him!

I should have never

married him.

Luli, listen to me!

Let's go!

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

Oh, God.

Please, baby, believe me.

You f***ing ass.

Hey, hey, what the f***

is wrong with you?

Come here. Get off her, Tammy.

Come on, Luli.

I'll take you home.

Jesus Christ.

Sorry about that!

Oh, please.

It's none of your

business, Ray!

Shut up, Tammy.

Ray, Sorry, man.

Goddamn, Nick.

Like the

truck, though.

Yeah, yeah.

Ray!

Now, I know what

you're thinking.

Did you fire six

shots or five?

Now ask yourself,

do I feel lucky?

Well, do you, punk?

Pow, pow, pow,

pow, pow, pow.

Oh...

Get down.

Okay.

Get down.

Okay.

Do you always carry

a gun like that?

That's not a gun. It's a .45,

Smith & Wesson.

Well, maybe you could

give your mom my card.

Let her know

I dropped by.

Who are you, mister?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I should introduce myself.

I'm Lux Feld.

I'm in investments.

Investments?

Yeah, you know, land,

property, stuff like that.

Well, Lux Feld, you always

break into people's houses

at 8:
00

in the morning?

No, you're door--

Screen door was open and

there was no doorbell, so--

Do you think I'm pretty?

Excuse me?

Like if you saw me on

the street or something,

would you want

to kiss me?

I don't think

I'm supposed to--

No, I'm not. I'm-- Okay.

Luli, what in the hell is--

Oh, Mr. Feld.

Wow, you're here

at 7:
00 a.m.

It's actually 8:
00,

Mrs. Cutter.

Luli, you are such

a card with that gun.

It's not a gun.

It's a .45.

Well, put it down.

Smith & Wesson.

It's a Smith

& Wesson .45.

Are you afraid of the dark at all?

What are you implying?

Well, I mean,

you know,

the woods can be a

little dark at night.

Oh, no!

Here it is. Yeah.

Oh, my!

Yeah, it's a Cadillac.

This is from all those

houses you buy and sell?

Hell, when I do well

(Unclear).

Ready?

You ready?

Yeah.

Let's go.

Where she at?

Hm?

Your mother.

She left.

With who?

Somebody.

Somebody who?

Some guy.

Got a bigger car.

His name is Lux.

Mm.

Oh, now....

It's funny, you know,

in this light,

you look just like your

mother when I first met her,

just blonde and pretty.

Let me tell

you something.

Just stay sweet.

Did you know I have a baby brother?

It's good my mama

had a baby-blue dress

that didn't come

down far enough.

And my dad liked her

in that dress.

And well,

next thing you know,

she looked like she

swallowed a basketball.

And even though

I was only seven

and didn't know

why my mama

swallowed

a basketball

or how that made

a baby brother,

well, I couldn't

help but smile

when I saw my daddy

float through that door.

And they had a Sunday with

everyone coming over

and bringing gifts

and a little baby crib.

'Cause it was like all

the "Hi, how are yous"

and "Well, hello, sunshines"

in the county

had decided to march

down that there dirt road

in the light just this

once around my mama,

sitting proud and pretty

in that little blue dress

that started it all.

Ooh, can't you feel

the breeze from the subway?

Isn't it delicious?

Help me,

Obi-Wan Kenobi.

You're my only hope.

I am big.

It's the pictures

that got small.

Life, love, luck.

Las Vegas!

High rollers.

Big money.

Beautiful girls.

Come to Las Vegas,

America's desert

playground.

This house is just a pig f***.

Say, that's not yours, see?

You ain't got

no right, see?

Well, then, now, pilgrim,

like you got

yourself a choice.

You can either be one of

the men in black,

or one of the

ones in white.

Think fast there,

pilgrim.

So long, suckers.

Where are you headed?

Las Vegas.

Aren't you

a little bit young?

Maybe say innocent, to travel

to Las Vegas all by yourself?

No.

What about you, mister?

Where are you headed?

My name's not mister.

It's Eddie.

Eddie.

So you some kind

of runaway?

No, my dad

left me.

Really?

Yeah, and then

my mama died.

And then I was

raised by nuns.

And they left me, so I'm

just stuck on this road.

All right, so what's

your dad look like?

Maybe I've seen him.

You?

Oh, my Lord, what in the world

is in store for me here?

You're gonna sit there and

laugh at yourself all day

or are you gonna

let me in?

Don't just stand there.

Get in if you want.

Two folks heading west,

they ought to help

each other out, right?

Come on, now.

I ain't got all day.

You mind if I

ask you something?

Shoot.

Why you got

that limp?

I used to buck

broncos for the rodeo.

Started just as a

buckaroo but, you know,

ranch work and putting down

horses, that ain't for me.

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