Missionary Man

What's your poison?

Tequila.

- No lime, no salt.

- Coming right up.

Man, I never saw anybody drink tequila

like that and still read the Bible.

It's exactly the kind of medicine

this town needs.

- You know what I mean?

- I know exactly what you mean.

Look, you fucking loser.

You owe us two grand.

We want our fucking money.

- Hit him!

- Pay up, fool!

Asshole!

Quit messing around

and pay us our damn money.

Back off, man.

It's none of your business.

God damn it, get out of the way,

or we're going to beat you, too.

Hey, mister. Step back.

- That was good.

- Shit.

Hey, mister.

Thanks a lot. I'm Billy.

Which way to the cemetery?

Up that way. Over the bridge.

You can't miss it.

My... My hat, mister.

My condolences.

I guess I could say a few words

for our dearly departed brother

from the book of Samuel.

"The Lord brings death

and makes alive,

"he brings down to the

grave and raises up.

"The Lord sends poverty and wealth,

he humbles, he exalts.

"He raises the poor from the dust,

and the needy from the ash heap,

"he seats them with princes

"and has them inherit

a throne of honor."

Amen.

Excuse me.

You read from the Bible.

It was very kind of you.

Thanks.

You got a minute?

I'd like to introduce you to the family.

This is my father, White Deer.

And this is my son, Junior.

This is my daughter, Kiowa.

Everybody loved JJ.

Did you serve together?

- You could say that.

- Were you in his unit?

'Cause I don't see you in the pictures.

- You know, they say he drowned in a river.

- Yeah, right.

Take your hat off.

There's a heck of a nice bike out there.

Who does that belong to, you?

I don't believe we've met. John Reno.

A pleasure.

Are you... You a friend

of JJ's, are you?

Yeah, well, he's a good man.

You going to stay with us long?

Maybe.

Well, I heard about

your little adventure in town, there.

Trying to help that druggie kid out?

I got to tell you, it's no offense,

but you're wasting your time.

Ain't much of your business.

Anyway, you need anything,

you let me know, all right?

You said you were from up north,

is that right?

Boy, boy, he's talking to you.

Peace, brother.

This is a time for mourning, not fighting.

Murph, not yet.

Let go of me.

And don't you ever touch me again.

Easy, darling, I'm not going to hurt you.

Prettiest girl in town,

won't give me the time of day.

How you figure that, Murph?

Look, I'm all broke up about JJ,

just like you are. He's a friend of mine.

Besides, I... I just want to warn you...

A lot of bad things happening

in this town to people right now,

especially folks who don't

mind their own business.

You understand? Saddle up, fellas.

Come see me at the dealership.

Hi, there. What can I get you, mister?

- I guess I'll settle for a room.

- Okay. Well, let's see.

Since we only get a few customers

each week, I think we can fit you in.

- Staying long?

- How much for a week?

Okay. Well, let's see. That's 50 bucks a day,

and one day free

for our seven-day special rate.

Let's call it an even 300.

You must be here for the funeral.

JJ was a good man. Great carpenter.

Used to help me with the little things

around here, whenever he had the time.

If you need anything, just let me know.

Will do.

- Is that him?

- No fucking way.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's him.

That motherfucker.

Who's he think he's messing with?

Back off, hound dog.

- He's at the hotel, boss.

- He's at the hotel.

Why don't you thrill me

with your analysis, Murph.

What do you think he is? ATF, Fed, what?

It's kind of hard to tell.

The folks down at the funeral

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