Duets

[Woman]

Whoo!

Oww!

[Off-key]

I'd fall down on my knees

Kiss the ground

that you walk on, baby

If I could just hold you

[Woman]

Whoo!

Again

- [Whistling]

- Whoa, yeah

lf I could

just hold you

- Baby, you can hold me!

- If I could just hold you again, baby.

Thank you!

All right, Tulsa,

RonnyJackson!

Let's take a short break, and then

I'll be right back with our next singer.

[Country]

Yeah!

Way to go, Ronny.

Looks like you're on your way to Omaha.

I didn't give it

a second thought.

How about a beer, Earl?

- Your usual?

- Please.

Glass of Chardonnay

for Beth.

[Man Laughs]

What, I say

something funny?

No. I mean, sort of.

You people do this

every night?

- "You people"?

- What do they call it anyway,

"karate-okee"?

No. That's karaoke.

- It's a way of life.

- [Chuckles] Some life.

- Can I have another seven-and-seven?

- You bet it is.

Talent like Ronny's brings in about

a thousand bucks a month, mister.

And that's on top of what I make

at the meat plant.

- For amateur singing.

- [Beth] Nothing amateur about it.

A hundred bucks up tonight,

and winning automatically qualifes...

for the grand prize

over in Omaha.

And you, mister,

are looking at the winner.

Hey, from what

I've seen tonight,

I don't see how you can lose.

[Laughs]

Maybe you'd like to pass through

our little contest here, huh?

I don't have the right costume.

[Giggles]

You don't have the voice.

I beg your pardon.

I'll have you know I was in the choir

all three years of high school.

- So sing.

- For a hundred bucks?

You gotta be kidding.

It's not even worth it.

Really? Well, why don't I

sweeten the pot a little bit?

How much you got

in your pockets?

All right.

What the hell.

Might be fun.

Let's see.

Six hundred

and ninety bucks.

Okay.

[Clears Throat]

- You're covered.

- So what are you gonna sing?

- Hell, I don't know. Whatcha got?

- Show him the menu.

- "Joe Cocker."

- Joe Cocker.

All right.

You be the bank.

- Oh, come on, guys.

- Earl, just hold the money.

- Got it? All right? Got it?

- All right. All right.

[Piano:
Rock]

[Feedback]

[Chattering]

Seems I got to have

a change of scene

Every night I have

Strangest dream

- He's good!

- Imprisoned by the way

It could have been

Left here on my own

or so it seems

I got to leave before I

start to scream

Oh, someone

locked the door

And took the key

Hey, feelin' alright

Uh-huh

I'm not feelin'

too good myself

- Uh-huh

- Yes, sir

Feelin'alright

Uh-huh

- I'm not feelin'

too good myself, no

- Uh-huh

Boy, you sure took me

For one big ride

Even now I sit

and I wonder why

That when I think of you

I start myself to cry

Can't just waste my time

I must get by

Gotta stop believin'

in all your lies

Oh, there's too much to do

before I die, hey

Feelin'alright

Uh-huh

I'm not feelin'

too good myself, no

- Uh-huh

- Yes, sir

Feelin' alright

Uh ho

Whoo!

I'm feelin' alright

- Uh-huh

- [Cell Phone Ringing]

[Ringing Continues]

Hello.

Yeah, this is Ricky Dean.

What?

- Oh, sh*t.

- Honey, you okay?

When?

Oh, sh*t.

Uh, where?

Um, I-I don't know.

No, no, I understand.

It's just that...

No, no, no.

I understand.

Hang on a second.

Where am I?

- Tulsa.

- They got a direct flight to Vegas?

Oh, yeah, sure.

They got a regular shuttle.

Uh, I-I can't make it

till tomorrow night.

All right.

- What happened?

- Nothing.

Somebody died.

Of course, not as cold

across Texas...

in comparison

to parts of Montana.

It's all relative, though.

[Continues, Indistinct]

[Alarm Buzzing]

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes