The Chase Page #3

Are you the lower classes? Goodbye.

My wife's joking, sir.

Don't apologize for me.

I don't like it, Junior.

We all miss you, Damon.

Yeah.

Why the hell haven't you

answered my calls?

Because I didn't hell feel like it.

It's not as easy as it was,

and my wife isn't as stupid as...

Yes, she is.

Damon, I wanna see you tonight.

Now, don't use that tone to me.

Try it on the other

vice president. He likes it.

He married you for it.

How is she in bed?

I don't carry a computer to bed.

What are you talking about?

Talking about that girl I saw you with.

You're lying.

You want me to prove it to you?

Or the very moral Val Rogers.

Goodbye, Emily. I'll see you.

Tonight?

Yes.

Hey, Bubber Reeves escaped today.

- Did he? When?

- I don't know. I just heard about it.

That'll give them something

to talk about for a few hours.

Lock their doors tonight.

Pretending Bubber's something

to be frightened of.

Maybe you should be frightened.

- Emily, I told you that in secret.

- You told me about that in bed.

Yes.

Well, I guess I'd better tell you.

Remember, just before Bubber

got sent up last time?

Well, Damon and I, and some

other people, of course...

...were all sitting around

Sol's Cafe, beering it up.

Well, Bubber was there, right.

Well, I told it to him for a joke.

- I don't believe it.

- I thought it'd be nice...

...to prove to him that you

were sorry after all these years.

Oh, look at you, upset about anything

and everything. Everybody laughed.

Did Bubber laugh?

No, he didn't. He just stared.

You know how he does.

That funny stare...

...like everything has gone all wrong,

and he just can't figure out why.

FROZEN FOODS:

AND MEATS:

Welcome to Terrell.

It's dull, but it's nice.

Why, child, you can always

come back to Houston with me.

Watch it. They're wolves

and old enough to be your granddad.

My, look how they wear

their shirts down here.

What are you doing?

- Pray for us, Ms. Henderson.

- I'm praying for you, honey.

I'm praying for us all.

I'm praying for you too, honey.

Much obliged, ma'am,

and bless your old heart.

That's very nice of you.

We sure do appreciate it...

...but why don't you go home

and pray.

- All right, honey.

- Now, thank you very much.

Bless the strangers within our gates...

Anna.

Sol, tell Anna I wanna see her.

Tell her yourself, if you can

find her before Monday.

Hi, there.

Well...

...you don't see horns much anymore.

How come you got horns, boy?

Who ain't, like the man said.

Going home?

Mexico?

Mexico?

Mexico?

Where are you going?

Give up, boys.

I'm a good shot.

I'll follow you down. All roasted.

I'm hungry.

You've been sitting there

for the last hour, staring at nothing.

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