Outside Ozona

I've been trying to call here for the last two hours. What the hell have you been doing?

Studying for the bar exam.

Oh, you're funny. How come you ain't answering the phone?

The phones were out again. The just came back on.

What kind of mood's he in?

He's still spinning that shit-kicking stuff.

This is your Big Daddy Dix on KWOK in the Oklahoma badlands.

And here's the flip side of "Two in a Row" from Johnny Lee and Tex.

Something I'm feeling right now.

Yo, where's Geo?

He's feeling a little under the weather.

He's drunk again, isn't he?

Look, Dix. I know this ain't fair.

You don't know shit.

I just sat in this fucking sweatbox all afternoon

because Junior is too cheap to fix the motherfucking air conditioner.

J.W. doesn't like to be called Junior, Dix.

Hey, fuck him. Motherfuck his whole goddamn Okie-ass family. I'm out of here.

What am I supposed to do, Dix? Geo was going to cover till sunrise.

Get Rhonda to do it.

Rhonda? Are you crazy? Rhonda ain't no radio personality.

Ain't nobody out there listening to that old shit anyway.

That ain't true. KWOK goes across the Red River into five states. Dix!

I'm begging you.

J.W. ain't too happy with me lately.

Slipping ad sales and all.

He's losing faith in me as a station manager.

Dix.

I can't lose this gig.

Please.

Well, boys and girls, it looks like Dix is going to be with you all through the night

one more time.

And that means we're going to have to dig into Big Daddy's personal bag of

your oldies but goodies.

The first one goes out to my boss, Junior Craven, and all the rest of you

beer-guzzling, tobacco-chewing hillbilly dipshits out there.

Can he say that?

He just did.

What's wrong, baby?

Get your shit together. We're getting the fuck out of this kiddy circus.

Are you serious?

Do I look serious?

God dammit, Earlene, why can't you clean up this mess?

You want to sit on your ass and paint your goddamn toes.

I just want to look pretty for you, Witt.

You know, when you walk around here half naked like you do, trust me

nobody's looking at your fucking toes!

You have no right coming at me because you had a bad day.

A bad day? You think I'm having a bad day?

We're fucking broke, Earlene. We ain't got two nickels to rub together.

Hell, we're three payments behind on the Caddie out there.

You'll find a way. You always do.

I got fired.

That fuck-face Otto just canned my ass.

Well, maybe he'll change his mind like he did down in Tallahassee.

Earlene

how did you know Otto fired me down in Tallahassee?

You told me.

No.

No, I didn't. I didn't tell nobody.

You must have.

Earlene, look at me.

How did you know Otto fired me down in Tallahassee?

How did you know!

Don't scream at me, God dammit, I did it for you!

You did what, Earlene? What did you do for me?

Well, he said if...

if I...

If you what, Earlene?

He said if I let him...

you know...

then he wouldn't fire you.

You fucked Otto?

I'm Big Daddy Dix on 98.7 KWOK, and here's a little blast from the past.

You know, I didn't let him kiss me.

I don't want to talk about it.

What's going to happen?

I got a guy in San Antonio...

I mean about us?

I don't know, Earlene.

What do you know?

Some farmer found her. We figure she's been here at least nine hours.

Which puts the time of death at two, give or take an hour.

- Skokie. - What?

She's got the exact same cutting pattern as the Skokie Ripper two years ago.

- Have you ID'd her? - Her name's Margaret Chinook.

She left Grand Island this morning on her way to visit her sister in Scott City.

She was driving a Mercedes.

Whose vehicle's this?

It's registered to a Linette Wolmer from Illinois.

- Did you talk to her? - I talked to her brother.

He reported her missing three days ago.

We think she's probably the other body they found near Maywood, Nebraska

yesterday morning.

You know, you head due west from Chicago on 80

you go straight through Maleen, North Platte, and then due south to Maywood.

You keep doing down 83 you end up where we're standing now?

Yes, ma'am.

Well

it looks like our boy is back and he's joyriding across America.

Exchanging vehicles at every kill.

Straight down to I-10, then east to San Antonio or west to Ozona and Fort Stockton.

You better call the Texas bureau.

Will you please shut that noise off, Bonnie. It's giving me a splitting headache.

I used to play that song all the time when we were first dating.

That explains a lot.

It means it explains why Carl is 42 and works in a bakery.

What could possibly be the logical connection between

listening to that music and working in a bakery?

Your husband Carl listened to drug music and took God knows what.

Because of it, he ended up with banal liberal arts degree and a tiresome job

in a second-rate pastry shop which he owns, but still works at 70 hours a week.

My husband, Leonard, on the other hand, only listens to classical.

He never participated in any of that proletarian bullshit

and ended up with a law degree from a prestigious university

and a full partnership at 32 years of age.

That's the most asinine thing I've ever heard!

It's times like this I can't believe we're sisters.

Facts are facts, Bonnie.

What are you doing?

Giving this guy a ride.

Are you out of your mind?

He looks like he could use a ride.

No, he looks like he could cut our throats.

I'm not kidding. Now, get out of here before he gets to us.

The poor guy's out in the middle of nowhere, Marcy. Maybe his car broke down.

Look. I am all for helping people, Bonnie, but if you want to play Good Samaritan

then let's do it with someone less dangerous looking.

Yeah, and it's the only fucking thing I want bleeding. Now get the hell out of here!

Come on!

Hey!

You're late again, Lorraine.

I had to wait for Jake to give me a ride.

TV says there's some whacko out there slicing and dicing women on the highways.

Yeah, it's probably some drunk Navajo. Now get your ass in there.

Louise is up to her elbows in chicken-fried steak.

Put it on my tab.

Evening, partner. What can I get you?

Just a fill-up.

- Black? - Yeah.

Keep an eye on the gimpy squaw for me, will you?

It'll just be a second. I got a fresh brew heating up.

Fine.

Why don't you go ahead and take care of her?

Ah, she can wait.

Do you want to wait, miss?

She doesn't want to wait.

- Is that it? - A can and some gasoline.

I ran out down the road.

There's a $50 deposit on the can.

That's an awful lot for a gas can, ain't it?

Yeah, but I'm tired of losing them to these reservation rats. Now, you want it or not?

Tell you what.

Charge her for two gallons. I'll loan her one of my cans.

Whatever you say, partner.

How far down the road did you run out?

A few miles.

Betty and me will give you a lift.

Betty's your wife?

My wife died about a year back. Betty's the truck.

No. No reason for you to do that. We'll give you a lift.

Sounds like we might be in for a bad one.

It's just wind. No rain.

How do you people know that stuff?

Well, I heard it on the radio.

Oh.

I wish we could have kept the media out of this a little longer.

You know, it says here that the guy that discovered the body

says the radio was still playing.

The battery was dead by the time we got here.

Yeah, well. Let's hook a good one up. I want to see what station he was listening to.

Let's see what musical taste our boy's got.

By the way, my name is Odell Parks.

Reba Twosalt.

That's a pretty name. Where you from?

Tahachi.

I appreciate what you did for me back there.

Where were you headed when you ran out of gas?

Corpus Christie.

Ah, that's a ways. What's down in Corpus?

My grandma wants to see the Gulf of Mexico before she dies.

What is it you do, Reba?

I'm a teacher. Fifth grade.

That's what my wife was. Third grade.

We couldn't have children of our own, so them kids were a real big part of her life.

The night she was killed, she was coming home from the school Christmas play.

Drunk driver.

I'm sorry.

One minute everything's just rolling along the way we had planned...

Wham! It's all gone.

So, what about you? Is there a Mr. Twosalt in, what did you say, Tahachi?

No.

What? A nice-looking woman like you?

Probably a mess of them standing in line, though, huh?

There's no line, Mr. Parks.

Well, there should be.

And you can call me Odell.

Mr. Parks makes me sound like a minister or a lawyer or something.

Or worse yet, a politician.

Here you go.