Breathless

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It's me, hon.

Listen, I'm in a hell

of a bind here.

I got more problems

than I could deal with on my own.

I need you to come on over.

For Pete's sake, it's nothing

I'd care to discuss over the phone.

Would you just

get yourself over here?

It's a fine day today, folks.

It's 1931 --

since our great state of Texas

declared its independence.

And, boy, I got some Texas tunes

to play for you today.

This is 97.9 Country,

coming at you

like a rattlesnake.

Lorna.

I came as soon

as I hung up the phone.

Oh.

For heaven's sake,

whatever's happened

to Dale?

Dale's fine.

I just knocked him over the head

with Mama's cast-iron skillet-

nothing a bag of ice

can't take care of.

Jesus, Lorna.

What did you go

and do that for?

I was just trying

to have a polite conversation

between two married

individuals,

but you know Dale.

You can't have a civil debate with

the man without things turning ugly.

Well, Dale was never one for polite

conversation, that's for damn sure.

Forget about Dale.

I got more pressing matters on my plate

than his bruised head.

What's going on?

It's a wild story, Tiny--

a real wild story.

You ain't gonna believe it.

No, you know me, Lorna.

I believe in stories-

probably why I get myself

into so much trouble.

You hear about this?

- The bank robbery down in Red County?

- Mm-hmm.

It's been all over the news

what happened two days ago.

The police is out still looking

for who done it.

You can't turn on the damn TV

without hearing something about it.

A man wearing a stocking

over his head

just waltzed into

Waldorf Savings & Loan,

tossed a bag on the counter,

pointed a revolver

at the cashier and said,

"Good morning there.

It's your time to shine.

Fill the satchel, hit the floor,

and all will be well."

I heard a heck of a lot of money

has gone missing.

$100,000, all cash.

I didn't think there was that kind of

money in the whole state of Texas,

never mind a bank

in Red County.

- Go ahead, have one of mine.

- Mm-mm, those things will kill you.

Them light cigarettes

you smoke

will kill you just the same,

only slower.

Don't hound me

for trying to buy

a little bit of extra time

on this earth

in case something worthwhile

comes up.

Now tell me about

this great robbery.

I know who went and done it.

You what?

I know who done it, Tiny.

It seems that Dale here

forgot to make me privy

of certain unsavory activities

in the last few days.

You mean Dale

gone and robbed that bank?

That's exactly what I mean.

Lorna, just because a man

held up a convenience store

a couple of times

in his more wild and woolly days

don't mean he's a bank robber.

- Five.

- Five?

He robbed five

convenience stores.

It was high time he graduated

to something bigger.

How are you so sure

he done it?

You know why they call it

Red County?

Why?

On account of the iron ore

in the soil,

makes all the dirt red

down there.

Lorna, now he could have

picked up that dirt from anywhere.

Tiny, the soles of them boots are redder

than an Indian'-s face in the sun.

That is Red County soil,

that's for damn sure.

And Dale's got no business

in Red County,

not to mention

that I only got me

one good pair of hose,

and they're nowhere

to be found.

He went and took his wife's own hose.

Can you believe the nerves

of that man?

He probably expects

I was never gonna find out.

God, if dumb was dirt,

Dale would cover

about an acre.

So I called me Mr. Gale

down at Gale & Sons-

you know, where he works selling

them modular kitchen cabinets.

You know what

Mr. Gale tells me?

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