parsons.
yes.
that is correct.
thank you.
i've come to pick up my son's body.
my son died out here, you see? so i've come to bring him home. everyone looks at stanley. stanley looks at the clerk.
i'm wondering if that's enough information for you?
most kind.
i'm sorry?
stanley parsons.
yes. i suppose so.
yes.
right.
i see.
what the hell?
excuse me.
i need to get off the plane.
parsons.
well.  yes.
what's a berkeley?
you just gave the body away?
why did you give it to him?
who signed for it?
and where do i find this john nobody? the clerk's attention switches to a point just above stanley's shoulder. he points out through the window to where the hearse is parked over a hundred yards away.
so where are the cops?
there's supposed to be a funeral in new orleans. i need to find my boy.
joshua tree?
good afternoon.
i'll take that one, please.
i was wondering.  have you seen a hearse pass this way in the last couple of hours?
well.  it.  it's a big car. a big yellow car. two guys inside.
well.  i don't know. maybe.
good afternoon.
do you have a telephone i might use?
in a minute?
i'd better order, then.
beer. the barman gives stanley his beer.
would you put a scotch in there, please?
yeaaaaah. yeah, a real bad day.
my boy died out here the other day, and some punks have stolen his body.
thanks.
well, maybe they were souvenir hunters or something. my boy's kinda famous.
gram parsons. the barman looks surprised.
son of a bitch!
yeah?
hello.
you'd better come in.
you're kaufman?
and you are?
hello barbara. nothing wrong with your memory.
did you sell tickets or something? now, you boys want to tell me why you stole my son?
you know i can't let you do that?
i don't have to do anything, mister kaufman. this is my loss! this was my son! how dare you try to take my grief away from me.
what the hell does that mean?
i don't have to justify my relationship with gram to you.
it's true that when gram left college, we drifted apart.
i kept everything. every record, every article, every photo.
i loved him.
i understand that you were his right-hand man, as well as his friend?
and that you weren't there when he died? when he needed you most?
so the guilt isn't all mine, then?
you boys took away my son. i lost him once in life, and now you're trying to take him from me again.
son, you had your chance to look after gram, and now he's dead.
okay. you tell me why i should let you take my boy.
you're a couple of druggies. why should i believe you?
what about you? are you a druggie?
no.
well, you haven't given me a reason not to.
so you are prepared to go to jail?
what is it, son?
you don't need.
that's very impressive, son.
i'm going to go say goodbye to my son.