The Rider

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(LOUD BREATHING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(GASPS)

(WATER POURING)

(COUGHS)

(SNIFFS)

(HORSE WHINNIES)

How you doing, part'?

It's good to see you.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

(MUSIC STOPS)

What the hell

are you doing here?

You're supposed to be

up there in the hospital.

I seen Tanner at the bar,

he said you escaped, huh?

Told you to check me out.

Well, doctor said you're

supposed to stay up there.

Give me a hug.

Why don't you go inside

and sober up?

Sober up?

Let me see you rope that.

Checking yourself out of the

hospital like your Uncle Roddy?

What the hell?

(SNORTS)

Can't you rope anymore?

Got any chew?

Just give me a hug.

Love you.

ANNOUNCER:

Ladies and gentlemen,

how about another round

of applause?

You get a little bit

out of time,

and that's all it takes

to put you down on the ground.

Next in the livestock bucking

chute, here's Brady Jandreau.

(CROWD CHEERING)

ANNOUNCER:
Bucking chute.

Here comes Brady.

WOMAN:
Go, Brady. Go, Brady!

(ANNOUNCER CONTINUES

INDISTINCTLY)

(VIDEO STOPS)

WOMAN:
Go, Brady!

ANNOUNCER:

Well, folks, it's...

Our rear pickup can't get a hold

of that horse. The cowboy...

(MICROWAVE BEEPS)

Hmm.

WAYNE:
There's supper.

Better have a bite

of that chuckwagon.

Just look at it

for a second.

Mmm-mmm.

I'm sick of it.

It makes me all mad.

- WAYNE:
I'll make a deal with you.

- Hmm?

A bite of the chuckwagon

or wear a bra.

But I don't like

that bra ever!

WAYNE:
Brady,

get her that bra.

You shouldn't try to force her

to eat things

she doesn't want to eat.

But I just want to eat

fruit or not

or respect about your

favorite thing to do or not.

You're as stubborn

as your brother.

Look how he ended up.

- LILLY:
That's dirty.

- Big old gash on the side of his head.

I told him not to go over there and

ride that son of a b*tch anyway.

Well, I would have won the rodeo

if I would've got her rode.

LILLY:
Excuse me, guys.

Whole point of it is,

is I told you to stay home.

I had a bad feeling

the whole time.

(SPITS)

(HORSE WHINNYING)

FRANK:
You got him

backing up pretty good?

BRADY:
How you doing, Frank?

Hey, Brady. How you doing?

Sh*t, I'm healing up.

- It looks pretty wicked there.

- Yeah.

I'll be good to go

before long.

Bullshit. Don't let him

lie to you, Frank.

F*** that.

I'll come and see you, Frank.

Don't worry about it.

You should lay off that

horse's face a little bit,

and he wouldn't be putting his

head in there like a goose.

Well, you can tell me

what to do

when you're riding

the son of a b*tch.

Too bad you went to the rodeo

and got all f***ed up

and you ain't showing him.

BRADY:
I was doing

what I needed to do.

Well, I'm doing

what I need to do.

Finishing something

that you should be doing.

Well, see you, Brady.

Take care.

(TINKLING)

I was tough, Mom.

(COUGHING)

(COUGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

LILLY:
What's the matter,

Brady?

Sit down, Lilly.

- You okay?

- Sure.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

All right.

You won't get hurt yourself.

I didn't mean to.

Aw, it's okay.

Come here.

- Listen.

- What?

This time, you don't...

Your hurt boo-boo?

- Yeah.

- I...

That... This is a head.

- Yeah.

- It's called "skull."

Yeah, I hurt my skull.

- You know what they had to do?

- What?

They had to do surgery.

Surgery? Don't joke me.

You know what they do

when they do surgery?

- What?

- What do they do?

- Got broke.

- Yeah.

I broke it.

Broke my skull.

Yeah, "broke my skull,"

right.

And then you have

to cut it with a knife.

Uh-huh.

- Cut it.

- Yeah.

- And then they put a plate in there.

- Uh-huh.

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