Lone Star Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 1996
- 135 min
- 1,262 Views
It is 1957 --
WADE:
(Grins)
This beaner fare doesn't agree
with me, but the price sure is
right.
WIDER:
Wade sits across from his young deputies, YOUNG HOLLIS (30s)
and BUDDY DEEDS (20s). A chicken-fried steak sits untouched
in front of Buddy. Hollis has the anxious look of an errand
boy, while Buddy is self-contained and quietly forceful for
his age.
BUDDY:
What's that for?
WADE:
Jimmy got a kitchen full of
wetbacks, most of 'em relatives.
People breed like chickens.
BUDDY:
So?
WADE:
street, doesn't have his papers,
all he got to say is "Yo trabajo
para Jimmy Herrera."
Wade folds the money and stuffs if in his pocket--
WADE:
You got to keep the wheels greased,
son. Sheriff does his job right,
everybody makes out. Now this is
gonna be one of your pickups,
Buddy. First of the month, just
like the rent. Get the car,
Hollis.
Wade and Hollis slide out of the booth to stand.
BUDDY:
I'm not doing it.
Hollis stops a few feet away, shocked. Wade just stares
down at Buddy.
WADE:
Come again?
Buddy looks Wade in the eye, seemingly unafraid.
BUDDY:
It's your deal. You sweated it
out of him, you pick it up.
WADE:
There's gonna be some left over
for you, Buddy. I take care of
my boys
BUDDY:
That's not the point.
WADE:
You feeling bad for Jimmy? Have
him tell you the size of the
mordida they took out of his hide
when he run a place on the other
side. Those old boys in Ciudad
Leon--
BUDDY:
I'm not picking it up.
WADE:
You do whatever I say you do or
else you put it on the trail,
son.
The CUSTOMERS are all watching now, nervous.
Buddy thinks for a moment, not taking his eyes off Wade.
BUDDY:
How 'bout this--how 'bout you put
vanish before you end up dead or
in jail?
Wade rests his hand on his pistol. It is dead silent but
for the MUSIC on the box
BUDDY:
You ever shoot anybody was looking
you in the eye?
WADE:
Who said anything about shootin'
anybody?
Buddy has his gun out under the table. He slowly brings it
up and lays it flat on the table, not taking his hand off it
or his eyes off Wade.
BUDDY:
Whole different story; isn't it?
WADE:
You're fired. You're outta the
department.
BUDDY:
There's not a soul in this county
isn't sick to death of your
bullshit, Charley. You made
yourself scarce, you could make a
lot of people happy.
WADE:
You little pissant--
BUDDY:
Now or later, Charley. You won't
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