forever, forever
Keep on going
Till I'm gone
Bought these devil chains
Oh, baby wants me home
Can 't refuse him
The one that goes from heaven
Straight to Houston, ho
Did you like it
Was it good
Did you like it
Aah
Sold my soul to rock 'n ' roll
It's time to take that train
To Houston
The one that goes from heaven
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!
What the hell's the matter
with security?
Fuck!
- Christ, man.
- Where are the roadies?
Probably backstage with the food.
Oh, baby, baby.
Oh, I'm so hot.
Oh, Sarah. Goddamn, how you been?
Houston, this is Sarah Willingham.
Sarah, this is...
This is Houston Dyer.
Looks more like Galveston to me.
God, your hair looks beautiful.
It looks very wet.
- The color's wonderful.
- Thank you.
- Does that feel good?
- Don't be a nit.
Of course it feels good.
Now, Sarah, don't get carried away...
You're getting it all over my face.
You have a license for this, madam?
This is wonderful.
Oh, girl.
- Sarah...
- What?
Oh, Sarah, you're gonna get me
all fucked up again.
- Rudge told me you were fucked up.
- I love how you say "fuck."
Sounds like tea and crumpets
at the Ritz-Carlton.
I missed you.
I got to tell you something.
Something wonderful's happened to me.
That guy? That guy Houston Dyer?
A real man.
He's solid, he's not like any man
I ever met in my life.
He likes me.
He doesn't care what I did before,
what I am, who I am.
Sarah, he makes me so happy.
I can see.
Yeah, I guess it shows.
Well, mine was a poetry teacher
at Bennington.
He was 30 and I was 18.
I'm jealous of you, Rose.
I want what you have.
You're beautiful.
I love you.
Why?! Why?!
- No, listen to me. Let me explain!
- Shut up!
You fuck! Why don't you listen to me?!
- Rose, Rose!
- You pig! You stupid...
Oh, God!
I'm sorry. Oh, baby, I'm so sorry.
Baby, baby, I love you so much.
- Just hold on.
- Why can't you find him?
- Rudge, it's Bernie.
- Why the hell can't you find him?
Excuse me, excuse me!
Madeleine, my dear...
...would you mind going and
brushing your hair?
- Why can't you find him?
- I didn't lose him!
I ain't so sure about that. Come on.
- Where you going?
- You can't find him, I will.
We're going to Florida,
hometown, you'll show them all!
Step right up, folks,
the show is about to start.
See the prettiest girls
this side of the Mississippi.
I know you.
Hey! Is there a dude in here
by the name of Houston Dyer?
Get the hell out of here.
I hope your goddamn chickens die.
You lousy farmers!
What the hell was that?
Did you see her hair?
Oh, God, I was such a good lay.
How could he just go off and leave me?
- Tell me, Mal, what's wrong with me?
- Nothing.
I should have gone to college.
- Wait a minute, follow me.
- Whoa, hold it.
I'll clear the area
for you there, trooper.
Oh, the hell with him.
I don't give a damn about him, anyway.
Positive?
Nope.
Well, what are we gonna do now?
Sonny, there's only
one thing left to do.
What's that?
Go home.
- Did you find her?
- The only thing I do have is that...
...she and Mal tore up downtown
last night looking for Dyer.
They never went back to the hotel.
Black coffee, honey.
She'd better show,
or I'll break her fucking feathers!
God, look at this.
Oh, Lord!
- Feels funny, huh?
- It sure feels funny.
- Does it look littler?
- Oh, you said it.
Littler and poorer...
...and dirtier...
...and meaner.
This is where I went to high school.
Football field...
Got me some memories
of the football field.
This is the vacant lot
where I got my first kiss.
- From Eddie Pompadour.
- Eddie Pompadour?
Eddie-fucking-Pompadour, dear.
I was 12 years old.
That wasn't his real name,
but I called him that...
...because he had this Elvis Presley
complex that went to his hair.
A little swoop in the front.
I thought he was it, man.
You see that?
That's my house over there.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
See those two people out there
in the yard? That's my parents.
Come