he
took them over to some party somewhere.
Maybe he's telling the truth. He does
that sometimes. Keeps you guessing.
Now, don't you get smart with me, Mace.
I'd like to talk to Tex,
if you don't mind.
Yeah, well, I do mind.
I mind a lot, as a matter of fact.
Don't you have enough kids of your own
to hassle?
- How old are you, Mason?
- 18. I'll be 19 this summer.
I haven't seen your Pop
around here much this year.
His work requires him to travel.
What is this call? The census?
Two boys living out here alone
without the sign of an adult.
Now, that's really something.
I bet the state welfare people
would like to know about this.
And if anybody was to call
at County Juvenile Bureau...
If everybody was to mind their own
business, we'd be doing just fine.
I would appreciate it if the two of you
didn't associate with my kids.
Well, you tell that to them.
I don't believe that stuff.
Not associate with his kids!
Probably afraid
we're gonna corrupt 'em all.
After Bob Collins shoving everything
from dirty magazines to 3.2% beer
in my face my whole life!
Tex?
- You lose something?
- It's sorta nice down here.
Cool and quiet.
Come and have breakfast
under the kitchen table,
so you'll be on time
to get under the school bus.
You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Anyway, I can't make it to school today.
I woke up sick. I think I got
a 24-hour virus or something.
An 80-proof hangover, that's what you got.
I can't make it through a day of school.
Everything's spinning around.
Then maybe you'll sit still for once.
Tex, I don't want you
missing any more school.
Hear what Cole said about that Juvenile
Authority? Think that ain't for real?
You're a minor without a guardian,
remember?
I thought you were my guardian.
As far as the damned court is concerned,
I'm as underage as you are.
How about if we go to Indiana, then?
Nobody said nothing
about we going to Indiana.
I don't even know if I'm going.
Coach sent them that film
and I haven't heard a damn thing.
They're gonna want you, though.
I know that.
You're probably the best
high school basketball player...
Tex, I'm trying to explain to you.
We are not both going to Indiana.
- Why can't I come?
- What do I with you when I'm at college?
Where are you gonna live? In my locker?
So you're gonna go
and I'm gonna stay here?
Nobody's going nowhere if you bring
social workers down on our necks.
Grow some brains, will ya?
You want to stay off some youth farm?
Start thinking ahead five minutes.
All you care about is going off
and being a big basketball star.
Well, it beats staying here
and being a screwup.
OK, guys, that's it.
OK, I like it.
Oh, you added some colour to it, I see.
Good.
Be careful when you're gluing it.
Nice. Nice texture.
Oh, yeah, I like it a lot.
Smooth that out a little bit.
- How's this coming?
- Fine.
That's good. Very good design.
Good. I really like how it's taking
shape. That's just fine.
Grade it, quick!
It's going fast. You'd better grade it.
Tex, setting fire to school property
is not a little joke.
I don't care
what that property happens to be.
Now, what if something on that desk had
caught on fire, or somebody's clothes?
Yes, ma'am.
Were you angry with Mrs. Germanie
because you couldn't do a good sculpture?
I don't think there was any psychology
involved, if that's what you're asking.
My sculpture looked better on fire.
- Tex...
- No, ma'am, really.
If you'd had seen it,
you'd probably agree with me.
- Are you and your brother getting along?
- We're doing great.
Mason, he's always after me about
eating right and studying and everything.
- Have you heard from your dad?
- Oh, Pop, yeah.
When he goes away on one of his trips,
he doesn't go for long.
But when he does go away,
he always makes sure he sticks a little
note in with the cheque that he sends us,
just to let us know how he's doing.
I could suspend you for this.
I'm gonna let it pass,
but please