SMILF

I knew it.

Come on. Get.

Don't you die on me.

- - Don't you dare die.

Yeah. Come on, come on!

Thank you.

Never seen anybody shoot like that before.

Wait. I know you.

You're SMILF... Single Mom...

...Is Losing Faith. That's right.

Well, you restored mine.

SMILF, if there is any way I can repay you...

Well, we can start with that nice reward on your head.

Hitch her up to the buggy.

Hi, SMILF.

What the fuck, Bridge?

Shit.

Oh, hey.

I left this asshole to hang out in the sun.

Oh, this is your guy?

Shit. I didn't think I was gonna see you.

You didn't think you were gonna see me?

- Bridge, this is selfish. - What do you mean?

I just rode for five days to find this guy.

You know because I couldn't pay my exorbitant land taxes,

this asshole took my till

and my mules for Mr. Daddy?

- Sounds rough. - He's a coward and a thief.

And he should be out there getting eaten alive

by them damn buzzards where I left him.

He's also worth a lot of money.

And you call yourself a cowboy.

I am a cowboy.

Nice to see Daisy's doing better.

- - Oh, yeah.

You know, she's living her best life.

Oh, God.

You might want to go around back

and get him off that way.

That's a good idea.

- I know it's a good idea. -

Ah. All right.

I'll meet you at the saloon later.

All right. See you later.

Oh! Oh, God.

I might need your help with him.

- - I ain't helping you with shit.

No, don't get up.

I got it.

Just stay there in your comfortable chair.

Oh! Man, that guy's heavy.

- Who's this? - You know who that is.

Can't say I do.

Sully "Pretty Boy" O'Grady. I'm here to collect.

Oh, would you look at that?

I was gonna go get him meself this afternoon.

Oh, well, it looks like I beat you to it.

But you're used to my sloppy seconds, aren't you?

Not sloppy the way I do it. And this...

little messier job than I would have done,

but good effort... solid effort, solid effort.

All right, let me see what I got here for you.

Okay....

Kind of in a hurry. Been gone for five days.

Really like to see Larry before his naptime.

Speed it up maybe.

The town of Boston appreciates your effort.

Thank you.

Uh, maybe you don't know how to count,

- 'cause you shorted me 20. - Oh, that's cowboy tax.

- A cowboy what? - Cowboy tax.

I mean, it's lucky you're not a cowboy of color.

It would've cost you 15 extra buckaroos.

I risked my life out there.

Isn't the reward in your heart enough?

You saved the man's life.

All right, Sheriff Nelson,

I really need that money for my half of the preschool deposit.

Oh, that's you and Rafi's responsibility.

You give a man a fish, you feed him for a day.

You teach a man to fish, he learns now to fish,

he catches that fish, and gives it to his kid.

You know, I'll find that money somewhere else.

- I'll win it tonight in poker. - Okay.

Have a good day.

Hey, Alice, got another roommate.

["SHE'LL BE COMING AROUND THE MOUNTAIN PLAYS ON PIANO]

Hey, cowboy!

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hold your horses there.

You know you got to nickel up. Right. There you go.

Hoo-eee! That'll get you 30 minutes

in a little piece of Heaven.

Hey, Jackie.

Fill these up and then water 'em down like we do.

- Hey, Mom. - Hey, babe.

Hi, you.

Hi. Want to give me kisses?

What's the matter with you?

Huh? You okay? What happened?

Someone touch your privates?

Oh, Bridge, no, he's good.

- Hair of the dog, Bridge. - Sure.

I mean, look at that boy.

He's perfectly fine, and he's gorgeous, to boot.

Ma, don't objectify him. We talked about that.

- Okay. - Here you go, little Lar.

Cheers. Mama's home.

Something seems off with him.

Well, you know what they say, Bridgette.

Broken home, broken heart.

He'll be fine when he gets into that city school

and out of this place.

You think that city school's gonna solve every problem?

Better than things around here.

- What are these? - Pretty good toys.

- Those are Lincoln Logs. - You know what kind of toys

- they have at the city school? - No, I don't.

Neither do I, but they're better than these things.

Well, I'm just telling you right now, Bridgette,

paying as much as a plot of land

for one year of pre-K is dumb.

Rafi's paying half, so it ain't that bad.

Speaking of which, I need to borrow 20.

No way, Bridgette. Get your hands out of there.

- Come on, Mom. - I work hard, Bridgette,

in order to save every penny

to try to buy this place from Mr. D.

Maybe you should raise the prices around here.

Listen, these are townspeople, Bridgette.

They can't afford high prices.

The only one who can afford it is Mr. Daddy.

But then he come in every Sunday,

and he drink what he like, and he fuck what he like...

excuse my language... and then he gets everything for free.

How's that for irony?

You know what irony is?

It's like when people have money,

but then they always never have the cash on 'em.

- He knows what irony is. - He ain't a dumb kid.

Seen Rafi? He was supposed to meet me here.

- Nope. - You seen your daddy?

No. I think I seen him

over at the church crying his pretty little eyes out.

Men and their emotions.

Yes, indeed. Uh-huh.

I'm gonna go find him.

- You want to come with me, find your daddy? - No.

Keep an eye on him.

Like a hawk.

It's a shame to waste that pretty voice on an empty audience.

You stood me up.

No, I-I was gonna come a-and see you.

- I-I just wanted... - Rafi, quit stammering.

I just don't got the money for Larry, Bridgette.

God damn you! If you think for one second

I'm gonna let you play house with that sheriff

while you forget about your little boy,

- you got another thing coming. - It ain't like that.

I've been saving every nickel

since I bought that stupid ring.

I just got bamboozled.

- What? - I got bamboozled.

- Oh, God. -

- Don't start crying. -

Ruin your pretty face.

Rafi, what'd you get yourself into?

I took a payday loan from Mr. Daddy.

I was gonna give you the money as soon as I got home.

I wanted to surprise you. It's just...

the interest was so high!

A-and before I knew it, they roughed me up.

They took back everything they loaned me and then some.

You mean to tell me in trying to get a little cash,

you lost all the cash?

All I have left to my name is

this canary-yellow ribbon.

Jesus Christ.

Men and money.

I'm sorry, Bridgette.

You know what? Sorry's not gonna cut it.

We got to put down that deposit by tomorrow,

or Larry's gonna lose his spot.

- Oh, no, we can't let that happen. - No, we can't.

- Well, what should we do? - I don't know.