Galveston

So let's take a look at the actual X-ray.

I think you'll get a better sense

of what we're dealing with here.

It's your lungs.

You see up here in the corner, that area that... that...

Mr. Cady, we need to talk about this.

There's a lot...

Drinking on the job again.

Maybe I'll have one with you.

Roy, you're working later.

You and Angelo are visiting Frank Sinkowski tonight.

Feds are pressing on the port probe.

Nobody should get hurt bad.

I don't want that now.

I just need the guy to understand the right thing.

He just needs to play for the team's all.

One more thing.

No guns.

What?

I don't want someone getting shot

over someone's bullshit nerves.

Remember that trucker last year?

I'm telling you, and I'm telling Angelo.

Don't let me find out you went in packing.

- The guy going to be there? - He will.

I'm sending him a care package.

You, uh, tell that doctor about your chest?

He... He said it was nothing.

Well, that's excellent news.

Everything's fine, then?

It's fine with me.

Did you see the boss with your girl?

Yeah.

Why is she with him?

She's a slut.

Don't say that.

I don't need to talk about her like that.

Then don't talk to me about her.

Let's go.

I don't know how she could go from you to Ptitko.

If she knew some of the shit he's done...

You gonna tell her?

She knows exactly what she's doing.

You take the front. I'll take the back.

Fuck's sake, it's one goddamn lawyer.

We have to move.

Come on. We have to get out of here.

Move! Move!

Are you gonna kill me?

No. Get out.

Can I have a shirt?

Wait here.

Why'd those men want to kill you?

Well, seems like some kind of setup,

some bullshit over a woman.

How'd you find yourself there tonight?

I's from Orange, Texas.

I knew this girl.

What?

Vonda.

She told me she worked for herself.

I didn't really know anything about that stuff,

so it was in the phone book.

Perfect Choice Escorts.

It was like a real business in the phone book.

I didn't know.

One of the owners of that real business

is a guy by the name of Stan Ptitko.

You ever meet him?

No. Maybe I heard the name.

Who's that?

He's the guy that tried to have me killed tonight.

These three guys came in and just kept hitting this guy

until he showed him where something was.

And then they shot him.

They made me wait, told me I was next.

So fucking happy you killed them.

So we got away?

It may take a while for them to figure out what happened,

but they can't let us go.

That guy Stan Ptitko, he don't want any noise.

The only thing we can do now

is get as far out of town as possible

and then find a place to lay low.

After that, I don't know.

I really want a drink.

I kind of want several.

Like a whole pitcher of single malt.

Starting to feel like I never needed a drink

as bad in my life.

Well, you're young yet.

Maybe I can just tag along with you a while.

Drop you in Orange. You can go back to your family.

Mnh-mnh, no. I ain't going back there.

You can just leave me right here.

How much money do you have?

None.

I don't want your money.

I had my own money in New Orleans.

You're the one who kidnapped me. I don't even know your name.

I saved you. Be clear on that.

Cheer up. You're alive.

I'm buying.

I'm Roy.

- Hey. - Oh, hey.

- How you doing? - What's your name?

- Davey. - I'm Rocky.

- Rocky, nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

Whiskey.

Roy, this is Curtis and Davey, and Curtis does rodeo.

Hey. Y'all want to play some pool?

What's your problem?

You understand we're not trying to meet people here?

I don't like it, but all my money's back in the city.

What are you doing?

Cut the baby-doll shit.

Look, I'm offering you something here.

I'm saying, you be straight with me,

and I'll be straight with you.

Another round.

You shouldn't walk around so angry all the time.

You'll give yourself a heart attack.

Can I have one?

You want whiskey?

Stay in a place up the road.

As long as there's a bed.

We can do whatever you want, no charge.

You're disgusting.

Oh, my goodness!

Oh, my... What a pass!

Sideline left, in bounds. Looking.

Gets it full. A dribble to the key.

Stop and pull up. No!

Rebound, reverse... Sam Jones!

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A reverse follow.

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It could be a, um...

Morning.

What's that?

Old shipping records mostly.

I grabbed them from the house last night.

It must be what Ptitko is after.

You almost ready? We got to go get another car.

Start calling me John.

All my new papers say John Vatrinet.

I'm putting my clothes on now.

I'm not trying nothing.

I got the message last night, John.

What's that supposed to mean?

What?

You think just because I don't want to fuck you,

there's something wrong with me?

What? No.

I'm leaving you here.

What?

You're gonna have to call somebody.

I'll leave you a few bucks.

- Why? - But I'm...

I'm leaving I'm leaving you here.

Roy.

Roy, you okay?

What the hell?

Here. Here.

We got to keep moving.

Roy, can you stop in Orange for me?

- Why? - I just need to do something.

Now you want to stop?

Somebody owes me money.

Get some money and clothes.

Just give me 10 minutes.