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You're no angel.

You know how this stuff comes to happen.

It's a long story and I'm sure you heard it all before,

but in the way that one wrong turns leads to another

nothing ever turns out the way you plan

and I ended up here.

On the wrong side of things.

As always.

Yeah, I might have a guy.

Okay.

Next time you get thirsty after hours,

find a bar that's open.

I guess I always craved to be a hero to somebody.

That sounds pretty lame, I know,

but it has truly been my deepest wish.

Heroes have a knack for knowin' the right thing to do,

but when I look around I see what I see,

and some of it ain't right.

But I've learnt three important things in my life:

One: Never be too discriminatin',

friends come from anywhere.

Two: Stick with the bunch that'll

have you, and three: Fate just about

never shines kindly on chickenshits.

I suppose every man deserves a chance.

A chance, as in one.

You can count that far, huh?

I don't care much for being lonely,

but huntin' a new bunch that'll have me,

I never do enjoy that.

Friendship is a slow, awkward process you have to angle

through,

not something that can be done sober.

But you're no angel.

You know how this stuff comes to happen.

Friday is payday and you seek company in your gloom

and since you're fresh to West Table and a new hand at the dog

food factory

your choices of company are narrow,

and next you notice it's three or four on a Sunday morning

and you ain't slept since Thursday night

and one of the girls, the one you fancy most,

suggests something to do.

How 'bout we rob a house?

'Cause with crank

you want something-- -What?

--anything to do.

And that's how it happens-- -Stop, stop, stop right here--

--can't none of this be new to you.

Wow. This is it.

Take whatever you can, Sammy, alright?

C'mon now, get your ass in.

Don't worry, Sammy, I'll be waitin' for you.

I'll be waiting for you too, buddy.

Oh Sammy, c'mon, we're dying of thirst out here.

You're like a damn squirrel.

Let's get out of here.

Whoa! So long, loser!

Okay, what've we got here?

Ugh!

Are you dangerous?

You sort of look dangerous.

He's got that born to lose and lose violently look about him.

That's good.

I went without sleep too long, that's all.

I probably need to shave and whatnot, hit the shower.

So what's your story?

I don't have much of a story really.

Well sure you do. Tell us.

Barlach, Sammy.

Twenty-four, claims to be six foot tall and to weigh

one-seventy, blond and blue, from the great state of

Arkansas. -That still doesn't tell us if

he's dangerous. -Naw, looky here --

Now he could be made to look dangerous

wrap him in a few he-man fashion cliches

give him a new hairdo.

Do you trust him enough to cut him loose?

Mmm, I don't know.

He's pretty sleepy, but he is a housebreaker and a thief.

I'm not actually an outright thief type.

I only take nonsense stuff, you know, household

drugs, neckties that blink, you know, silly shit.

And okay, I might drink your liquor too,

but...

Sammy, I'm Jamalee and this squire here is my baby

brother, Jason.

I'd shake but--

Come and join us, Mr Barlach.

We'd like to hire you.

Well I already got a job, pretty good one at that.

You have Mondays off, right?

Well but today's Sunday.

I'm sorry, Sammy, I hate to break it to you, but

You overslept by half a day, I'm afraid.

No wonder I'm starvin'.

This will be your room, Sammy.

Now unless it's not what you had in mind?

For real?

This room is really, really choice.

Time to choo choo, sis! It's the law!

Come on Jason!

This ain't never goin' to be room, is it?

Don't lose your pants, Sammy!

Jason, stop running so quick!

Vassar, my ass.

You ever even finish high school?

When I left high school you can be sure as hell I was finished

with it. We truly live over in Venus Holler.

-Oh yeah? -No, we really do. Our name is

Merridew.

You could bunk with us. Sis 'n' me really do need security.

Yeah, well momma left home just before I was born.

No, seriously, Sammy.

You fun me again and I'll whip you and anything that

reminds me of you.

♪Mouth of the speechless and the blink of an eye♪

♪of the cowboy♪

First off, fat boy, that's my hat.

Who do you think you're talkin' to, punk?

A fat boy wearin' my hat.

And that's my music.

Is that your shit car too?

I almost sold it to the scrap man but he wouldn't give me a

ten dollar bill on it.

I believe I'll collect my music, and right now.

♪Lean on your mind on the side♪

Buddy,

you're really advertisin' for an ass whuppin', ain't you?

Man I've got nearly nothin' and you're stealin' from me.

I can't abide that at all.

You could let yourself learn from this, you know?

Time to get yourselves all into the car.

Venus Holler is the most low-life part of town so I

already knew where it was.

I stalled until late afternoon before I let myself drive down

there. I felt instantly at home.

The name got to be Venus Holler, I'm told, precisely because a

goddess is the very last dame you'd expect to find here,

but if you did,

for thirty bucks

you could fuck her too.

I was curious to see where that little redhead girl and her

brother lived,

and if it meant I had to swallow my pride,

well, be a small price to pay for a roof over my head.

'Scuse me?

You know a dame called Merridew around here?

I ain't the only one who knows her.

Left, left again, second last house.

Alright.

Time's must be gettin' hard.

Come--Come on in, hon.

There's beer in the fridge.

Which do you favor, hon?

Why am I asking you? You're not the one that has to wear 'em.

Then again, I don't exactly want to be overdressed.

Um, it might be less awkward if you present me with my gift now

and that way that'll be all we have to say about that.

Might this be a cash gift?

If you're not Steve Jimmerson's brother-in-law from Cape

Girardeau, then a] you owe me for the beer, and b] you better

tell me who the hell you are before I get frightened and I--

The man at the store directed me here.

Hey, I'm lookin' for a little redhead girl, said her

name was Merridew.

The man sent me to this house.

How did she get her hooks into a rugged ol' tall cowpoke

like you?

Well I met her, that's all.

Alright. Well she's not beguiling.

She certainly didn't try to be appealing, not that I ever saw.

Well, she got a way that comes across.

Does she now?

To me at least.

And you think you might get lucky, do you?

Jamalee's my daughter.

I'm Bev Merridew. That's why Tim sent you here.

That's their place over there.

Well, scoot. I got a caller dropping by in a minute

so skedaddle.

Thank you for the beer.

Well, look what the rain washed by.

I didn't expect to see you here.

Well, I ain't goin' nowhere in this life, so I figure I might

as well get there this way.

What about your job, Sammy?

I'm gettin' it back, with a hike in pay too and a few special

fringe benefits.

That sounds promising.

Yeah, the man said I'll be startin' the very next day after

hell freezes over.

-Hi, Bev. -Hi, there. Come on in.

I reckon your mom's payin' the utilities with that fella.

It's not mom. It's Bev.

You want to keep your distance from her.

You know I ain't the type who could exclude people socially

just 'cause they operate under some bad habits.

Friends come from anywhere.

Come on in, Sammy.

Share the stink.

Hey, who are you, old fella?

That's Biscuit. It's Rod's dog.

Rod's the landlord. He's not around right now.

You'll be sleeping down there with Jason.

You can have Rod's bunk 'til he gets back.

-When'll that be? -As soon as he gets parole.

That's Rod's. He asked us to take care of it 'til he's out.

I feel right at home already.

Hey fella, breakfast!

Come on, boy.

Come on.

Make sure he looks bad enough.

I'm not sure bad is the label I want.

I prefer the word, eh, "rugged", or "difficult".

You can be both, baby, if that's what you want.

It's just I don't want to be a joke.

Am I laughing?

I just hope you're as tough as you look.

What the hell did you do with my hair?

Oh now don't be mad. It's style,alright?

I like to call it "slickered up cowboy."

Mad?

No, I love it.

Bye.

Hey, look what I got.

Alright, for you.

-Thanks Ma. -You want one?

Sure.

"Live fast, learn slow" that's Bev's motto.

How many times have I told you no mustard or pickles?

You know they have freedom of choice, hon?

Your choice could be to go hungry. I sure do want you to

suit yourself.

Here.

This map starts to get really interesting about

a state and a half from here.

Oh yeah, which way?

Every which way, I'd say.

Why do you think everything away from here is so hot?

Well, it's like this, um--

Sammy--

Sammy, it's like this. Take the Beatles, well some girls they

get excited about Paul and John, but girls like me, we set our

sights on Ringo. Why?

'Cause if a girl met him she might have a chance, a chance

she'd never have with Paul and John.

My fantasies have possibilities in 'em.

And Jamalee here, she has to have one or both of the

superstar Beatles or she'll pitch a hissy fit that'll take

her to her grave. -Let me just explain, y'all,

why. For years I did Tabitha Bain's homework and she

always got an A.

But every time I handed in my own work, I always got a C or a

D, 'cause to the teacher a rich kid like Tabitha Bain is just

supposed to sail on, but a Merridew is just supposed to get

pregnant or go to jail or jump off a cliff.

Our entire futures in West Table has been agreed and settled the

very day we were born. -Everything you just said

could've been turned to your advantage, honey, but no, you

just choose to sulk and stew and dream trippy dreams.

Isn't that right?

You're not smoking that in here. You know my rules.

Oh yeah, that's right, no drugs in the house itself those

pills you pop, huh, hon?

They give me tempo.

Alright, I'm going home, have a joint and a highball and

put the TV on to something funny.

You're welcome to join me if you'd like.

There's a couple of chocolate roaches in the ashtray beside

you, Sammy. -Thanks.

Don't you have any other clothes, honey?

Uh, they're being held in lieu.

In lieu?

Of rent.

It's a long story.

Go on. Open it.

Dang.

Who do these belong to?

Skeets Benvenuti.

Sounds like a gangster.

He was just a mean ol' son of a bitch from Dallas.

I don't really think he did anything that much wrong.

I ain't takin' his clothes.

Relax. It seems like Skeets is no longer with us.

Not with me, anyhow.

Go on. Take a look.

I've always just wanted to fit in somewhere.

And this is the bunch that'd have me.

That girl had plans, big plans of a swank future far away from

Venus Holler, somewhere in high cotton where people spent money

just so they didn't have to carry it around no more.

Apparently this region was thought to exist in the Beverly

Hills area or South Florida.

Ow!

Are you ready to go?

We don't want to keep her waitin'.

That girl put bubbles in my spirit with her adventure and

hope.

The world she aimed us at was a child's wish of a world,

except, okay, for the time she tried to turn her brother

prostitute and blackmail folks in return.

You'll be fine. She'll love you.

So what exactly are we after here?

Better days.

There's ways and ways to get to those better days

and we're just goin' to have to make use of what we got.

Well...

If that kid makes it to the top based only on his looks,

you'd still have to say he deserves it.

I'm not bent or nothing.

I can prove it to you any time you like.

Too old.

Keep going.

What about that one?

I was getting my rights and wrongs from what Jamalee said.

Too showy.

Wait! Wait! Stop, stop! Stop!

This will do.

When our days and nights were spent wandering in the rich

folks' mansions to have practice sessions at acting well-to-do.

Why do some people get to have all this?

Cheap liquor.

We're here to fix the leak.

Hey...

...let's fix it.

-I can't swim! I can't swim! -Hey, come here.

-I can't! -Jam!

Come here! I'm here. I'm here. It's okay.

I've got you.

Are you okay?

-I can't. I can't. -I got you. I got you.

It's okay. I got you.

Come on.

Did you see how that woman looked at us?

I mean why do they get to have all of that and we

live in shitty Venus Holler and do things that are pointless?

That's what we are, we're pointless.

Nuh-uh, Sammy.

That's not in the cards.

I really want you, Jam, bad.

Let me guess. You probably already love me, right?

Yeah that must be it, this feeling.

Oh, see now that's your downfall baby.

Why don't you just take yourself on over next door and visit Bev

or something?

Visit ol' Bev, get yourself stoned and unwound.

Dammit Jason, will you stop staring?

Was I staring, Sammy, sir?

Like a robin at a worm.

My mind wandered.

I was just sitting here thinking about England.

But you're goin' to face the other way think about

England.

Let's go, Sammy.

Bye, sweet pea.

-Bye. -You're not wearing that.

Jamalee, don't you have a purse, hon?

How do you expect to pay for these things?

Bye, Sammy.

Whoo-eey!

Alright, let's split.

I'm looking for some items for me also.

Right, now don't you go--

I'll see you inside.

Talk to the cows, talk to the goddam cows.

This store gets on my nerves.

You're lucky they still let you in, hon.

I'm not lucky about nothin'.

Just let the cool air cool you.

That cool air sure does work good for me.

Folks like me are always gettin' followed wherever

we go.

Suspicious minds watch our every move.

Kind of makes you want to be as bad as they think you are.

Maybe we should go outside and wait in the car.

Maybe you should.

I can hunt the bacon.

And let's try gettin' all the way home without any warrants

being sworn out, huh?

All the way?

Yeah, don't set the pole too high for us now, Bev.

Shit.

I hope you don't have any dope in here?

I dunno, maybe just a couple of roaches.

We got to get our plan in gear.

I'm sick of this town.

45720.

Merridew, Jamalee, Miss.

Temporarily clean.

No outstanding warrants.

No tail on my parole either.

There you go, Mr. Barlach.

You know you and your vehicle match a description?

No, what's that? Cool cat in a car,

is that the description?

Is that your tuxedo in the backseat, Mr Barlach?

See, the description was of a redneck

with no shirt in a tuxedo jacket punching people's mouths over in

the East Main Trailer Court a couple of weeks back.

And this car is the brand he drove away in and--

That tuxedo, wouldn't you know it,

that's one of the items that went missing after a

break-in at the McCubbin place on the same night.

Why don't you both step out the car for me, please, sir?

Step out of the vehicle.

Hands on the hood.

Feet back and spread. You know the position.

Ow! Ow! Ow! It's--

It's too damn hot!

Yeah, I don't really care, ma'am.

You move again and I'm goin' to lock your ass up.

Hey, don't you talk to her that way, motherfuck--

Don't you say it.

That's a word that'll turn this thing ugly, boy.

Mr Barlach, do I have your permission to search

your vehicle?

Yeah, be my guest. But don't make a mess.

William?

William, what seems to be the trouble?

Oh, hey, Bev.

Hey to you, William. What's going on?

These your people?

Well, that depends on what they've done.

I'd like to know where this come from.

Don't you know?

Well that's, eh, Skeets Benvenuti's clothes.

You recall him?

Skeets? Hell yeah.

He was a careful dresser, you know?

Show him, eh, show him the label on those there pants,

Sammy.

Ugh, Skeets, is he-- is he dead, or what?

Well, he never was as live as you, William.

Yeah, Well, eh,

there's been several silly break-ins at

nice homes in recent months and that's got to

stop.

Not much has been stolen yet, but somebody will pay steep

next time.

Get your people home, Bev.

Eh...

It was nice seeing you again.

Hon, you don't confront trouble.

You flatter it.

It's not fuckin' fair.

Fair? Poor baby. Who ever told you things were

otherwise, huh?

Which sugar factory spun you out with such silly candy-assed

notions? For cryin' out loud.

And there's some other staples

I'll break to you right now, too.

The sun gives life but you'd be an ash flake if you got

too close to it.

You got to swallow water to live but

sometimes it kills you.

And Uncle Sammy, he don't truly count you

as any relation and God has gone blank on your name and your

face.

Now, let's get home, come on.

Let's let ourselves a beverage and a belly laugh and

get on with livin' forward, huh?

Let's go to Palm Beach, Sammy. That's a place for us.

We just get the money, pack up and go cross

these other states 'til we reach the beach.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

Ever been to the beach?

Every place is the same really, except for little differences.

I'm not fleeing towards little differences, Sammy.

I want the whole picture painted over and a bunch of shiny

fellows in tuxedos making music just out of sight behind the

palm trees.

-That place ain't on the map. -Something close to it is.

You got a lot of disappointments out there waiting to greet you,

Jamalee.

You talk this might tall baloney,

but you're smarter than that, ain't you?

I need a job.

Raising money that way, I mean how hard can that be?

They'd have to hang me first.

Grunt work's my main calling,

but I like to be dead when I do it.

You know how it goes when you go lookin' for a job

and you need one.

You wait in the first indifferent room,

ink in the forms,

apply in another room with overhead lights who don't

miss a thing,

and then there's the desk and the person behind

it who thinks he's an admiral or she's next in line for the

throne to somewhere.

And next you're kissin' ass and awshucksing toward the desk,

telling how bad all your life you've been wantin' to be night

janitor in a chemical plant or hog wrangler in a slaughterhouse

or pizza delivery boy.

I'm a hard worker. I like to work.

How you've laid in bed at night gettin'

goosebumps just from imagining how high and wide your life

might be one day be lived if you could ever average five dollars

and forty cents an hour.

But, then these questions, as always.

Uhm, could you explain what you did from

last February to the following July?

The following July?

And also the year before from May to December?

Oh I'm sorry, I didn't write that down?

You sit there,

needy, while your work ethic and character are

available for comment from strangers you wouldn't share a

joint with at a blue's festival.

And then you don't get the job.

I don't suppose you know of any wacky well-to-do folks

who keep their mattress stuffed with twenty-dollar bills,

do you, Sammy?

I can hear those steel doors clang and smell a tray of shit

on a shingle and weak tea.

Here we go.

"Waitress position at Country Club. Nice atmosphere.

Good earning potential."

See, Sammy?

Fate's leadin' the way.

Don't you have anything even half respectable?

It's a waitressing job.

Well all the more reason to look good for the customers.

At a country club. It's not a strip joint.

This will have to do.

Here. That's better.

The most important thing.

Man, I don't want to go in there.

They'll love you, Jama.

No, I-- I can't just go.

I mean, I must go in there.

Our future depends on it.

Okay.

]

I'm embarrassing you assholes.

You know, every time you open your mouth

you show why you don't belong here on the Club's--

Let go of me! I swear to God!

Who let you in?

You people are the lowest scum in this town.

I don't think we're the lowest scum in town.

Let go!

Ah, let go of me!!

Hold on! Hold on!

You don't have to smack that boy.

Sammy, Sammy, come on let's go!

Fair fight. He asked for it.

Sammy!

Fair fight, huh?

That's a special shirt you got on there, son.

Your husband pick that out for you?

Eat shit.

Don't do that. We have to roll you in batter first,

probably fry you up a little.

Y'all think you're better than us, huh?

I know all about you and your dirty little secrets.

Your wife's got a nice new hairdo,

Ted McCubbin.

Check out her bottom drawer.

You'll see some glamour photos that you certainly did not take.

-Right now, right now! -Shut up, Jam!

-And Tom Carter-- -Jamalee, shut up!

--yeah, that French maid outfit--

--is extra large. It's too large for your wife.

-Shut up! -Her arm must get mighty

tired because that whip behind your bathroom door looks badly

worn out.

Beer, man.

Cold beer.

You are beautiful.

I like this one. It gives me tingles.

Go on, Sammy, take it.

I'm fine.

You sure? I mean it's your beer.

But slow down. I'm not going to ask for it back.

I admire what you did today.

What you tried to do.

Yeah well I came up short.

It's happened before but--

I almost can't stand it.

It sounds like you just not eager for that

rough stuff.

I don't like it at all.

But it's always on my menu.

Well don't fret. You weren't that pretty to start with.

You don't think I'm pretty?

You're um, you're pretty tall. Pretty lean.

Pretty thirsty.

I bet you'll remember my name now.

Who's Marsha, anyhow?

Don't say that name.

I wasn't the one who brought it up in the first place.

Do you think it speaks ill of me that

I could be happy here?

Sammy, now after you, um, lay with a woman you don't start

thinking that it amounts to a big deal, do you, huh?

Or you don't grab a hold and gum up the works and butt in

your opinion, do you?

Not lately.

Not lately?

Not ever. Except once.

Uh-huh. Marsha?

Don't say that name.

Oh Marsha, Marsha!

Don't you say that name.

Marsha.

Marsha.

Don't say that name.

Marsha.

I thought so.

Jesus.

- We need you, Sammy. - Get your clothes on.

I'm kind of-

No, we need you, Sammy. It's important.

Did you forget how to knock on doors?

Does it not mention that in your big book of etiquette?

You been havin' fun, Bev, huh?

Fucked you another Ringo.

You know, baby Jam, you need to take a whole

day off from whinin' and grow the fuck up some day.

There's things wrong, Sammy. Things we can set right.

Things we can do about wrong things. Wrong things to make

listen and say sorry. Take Rod's truck.

Okay. Just tell me where to go.

♪ I have nothing without you ♪

Chase it! Chase the big one!

Come on! Here.

Come on!

Here! Get the big one! Get the big one!

Giddy up!

- Here baby! - Come on! Come on!

- Come on! - Eat that grass!

[general whooping and laughing0

Let's go, eat it. Yeah!

I love you. I love you!

They'll remember us now!

Whoo! Whoa!

Ayyy!

- Come on! Whoa! - Whoa! Yeehaw baby!

- Whooa! - Jason I love you

Come on! I love you Jamalee!

Woo! Woo!

Whoo! Whoa!

Whoo! Woo! Victory!

Woo! Woo!

Where is he, Sammy?

- It's been mighty hot, ma'am. - This cuts the-

I'm sorry this cuts the smell that you're going to find.

Oh K.

Oh, God.

Try to stay strong.

Sammy, they're lyin'.

It couldn't happen like that.

He'd never go swimmin'.

I think one of our cardinal fuckups is how we insist

that even vicious, whimsical, crazy shit needs to make sense,

to add up, to belong to a reason.

We lay this pain on ourselves over and over there must be a

a reason behind this horror. There must. There must.

But try as we might we just ain't adequate to find any.

There you go.

I understand how hard this must

be for you, Bev.

- Who did this, William? - Who did this to my son?

You officers know how it works down here.

You don't know what you're talking about.

Who's behind this? William?

That's that cop.

Bev,

Who did this to my son?

Listen to me. Listen to me, alright.

Often people says something bigger happened

than has happened.

There is not a chance that Jason hiked up to that pond and

dove in with his fancy pointy toe shoes on when he couldn't

swim across a bathtub.

Bev, do you know how average that sounds?

I mean, shit, I'm always comin' up against parents who

insist that their kids could-

never ever in a million years do something.

I caught 'em red-handed doing.

But those fishhooks, William, that's impossible.

The coroner signed off on the autopsy, Bev.

He's a tow truck driver.

He's an elected coroner.

He can vouch out for a state boy to do an autopsy.

But he didn't.

Each one costs the county so many dollars, Bev.

I forget how much but it's plenty. They can't do one on

every kid who gets drunk and drowns. Now if I were goin' to

investigate something I'd investigate which trashy family

tore up the golf course. That's a case I could solve real quick.

I think there might be something major you all need to let me in

on, is that not right?

Alright.

You look mighty fine.

Why thank you, hon. Alright.

Well, now I know why-- why they put that man as coroner.

Did he not say anything?

He didn't speak much, no.

I thought you were goin' to use your special charms?

Drop it. Not today.

You see the file?

Nuh-uh. It's in the coroner's official office across town.

A free blow job, huh, Bev?

Big shot still inside there?

Sammy, don't. He won't tell you what you want to hear.

I got my own charms people respond to.

Well why don't you drive straight to jail instead,

book yourself in for a good long visit? 'Cause you touch that man

that's where you're going. You're smarter than that, hon.

At least he'll have something to remember me by.

Sammy, please don't, for my sake.

I need all the friends I can get these days.

- I could fall over I'm so hungry. - I tell you what, why don't we

clean up, cool off. I'll get a bucket of chicken later from

Tim's and we'll eat out under the shade. How's that sound?

Sounds good.

Do you ever realize the future could be cut

in half at any time?

That would still leave half. I never dare hope for that much.

Sammy, wouldn't you want to add up to something?

You know, really amount to something?

No,

I figure just roll on, you know. Keep stackin' the days 'til-

the day I fuck up big enough the future gets cancelled.

Man, I can't I can't ever live thinking that way.

Well I don't think much about it.

Seems like you have a real talent for not thinking

about things.

That's just clear sight, Jam.

I see what I see and I don't got to think too much about it.

You're takin' some chances, running some risks.

No.

Shit. Jason was one of the bunch that would have me.

You've got to hang tough for folks from your bunch.

Not many would the way you are.

I feel safe around you.

I won't never leave you, Jam. Folks like us, we stick together

Jam

Sammy.

Oh, Sammy.

You all get yourselves washed all good and cool?

I sure do hope so 'cause it's been skillet hot out here

waitin' on you. You sure do look like the heat's

been at you, though.

The heat makes my temples throb and pound, throb

and pound, you know what I'm sayin'?

You sure do look a touch flushed there, hon. You both do.

Why don't you all help yourselves to the feast I got

us, huh? The bits that the flies didn't shit on.

Want a beer huh, Sammy?

Thanks.

Oh God.

Two broken arms. A fractured skull? Broken pelvis.

Where are you going?

I need cigarettes.

Hey? Hey, you see me standing here or you need glasses?

What's with you people?

What can I get you, son?

A pack of smokes. Make it two.

There you go.

Keep the change.

All of us grow up with our own ticking bombs planted inside us.

You know, the bombs of anger, fear, resentment, and plain ol'

not liking yourself to a healthy depth.

Some of us carry the complete bunch, and sometimes the

ticking from that bunch of bombs is so loud, you can't hear

another word.

If I just knew what to do, I would do it.

You're really hurtin' me.

Hang on there.

Get in.

William has some shit he wants to say.

Has to say.

Sit your white trash asses around that table. Put your

fuckin' hands on top and button your lips.

You're fixin' to hear the most weighty words you ever have

heard.

You're just from over there-

-Hush! - Ahh!

Boy!

If I want I can make you go away this minute.

There's hardly a wrong thing that's happened around here

you couldn't be found guilty of. You're a natural fit for any

flimsy frame, plus there's the stupid junk you definitely

did do.

Alright.

One, the boy drowned, do you understand?

The sissy boy wanted to show off that he was a gay

blade and he dove in that pond fully dressed and he got unlucky

Two, maybe he was tossed in that pond by somebody

hereabouts who traced a little problem in his blood to your

boy. Or he was puttin' fancy notions into some of the women

in this town. Hell it may even be he asked the wrong ol'

hillbilly to let him suck his dick now that's a scene that

can go mighty sour, you know?

Then you folks go bustin' into offices that you practically

advertised you were goin'. This is causing agitation amongst

folks that you'd really, really rather not agitate.

Hell, huh Bev,

you know I don't hate you. You've helped me in the past.

You've been a big help, which I appreciate, but I've got to say,

sugar lamb, you all ain't ever goin' to get bowlegged from

totin' your brains around, are you?

Things are in motion that are bigger than all of us.

Alright, let's try this one. Let's say it's this eh,

car of some sort whooshed up beside your boy and somebody

says to him in this excited voice

"Hey, pal, your sister's been hurt hop in and we'll

get you to the hospital."

Say the fella, or fellas, in that car have serious good

reason to have an anger on towards your boy, your boy

and his bunch.

There was a lesson to be taught that got out of hand.

Let's say it happened that way. Let's say, eh, he was only

supposed to get the fear of the Almighty slapped

into him, plus the fear of certain individuals.

Anyway, you could never prove nothing.

There's nothing to prove. An accident resulted and everybody

wishes it hadn't, but you and me and the trolls under the bridge

we know it did.

Main thing now is just stop, stop and button those lips.

What nobody wants is a beehive of rumor that only

spurs trouble. What's that goin' to do, huh? It's not goin' to

bring your boy back, is it?

I see your point.

Oh man, I'm thirsty. Yeah I need a beer.

There's no beer left.

Sure there is. I'll get us a couple, yeah?

I saw you drink the last one.

I don't believe you did. I got more at Lake's.

I don't want a beer, plus I told you to shut up.

How about a nice cold root beer, huh?

Sit down.

That would be good.

Sit down!

Good lord almighty.

Here's the deal.

This, folks, is a Valentine's card of cash from folks

who'd rather this hadn't happened,

sincerely rather it hadn't happened, which the money

proves. A hat was passed amongst those who took pity on you.

Here's fifty-five hundred dollars there on that table.

And the deal is?

The deal is that you stop stirrin' in other people's

business, that you button those lips, forever.

That you accept this apology.

Nobody?

You may as well know that I'm goin' to leave this

money here with you. Come tomorrow, see, I'm goin' to fall

back by, see you had enough sense amongst the three of you

to see the sensible solution here.

You want to give that money back to me that's on you.

You understand? That'll make what happens your doin'.

You idiots can take that money or you can take your chances.

No, Sammy, wait! Sammy, Sammy, please no

That's suicide, hon. Sammy! Oh oh God.

We'll just we'll just leave that money sit there,

and we'll let those dollars rest 'til tomorrow and then we'll

fling them back by the fistful at that shit-ass. That'll make

him dig our point of view.

You okay?

Tired. I'll say goodnight now.

Thanks, Sammy.

For what?

Jumpin' right in to all this with us.

Beats my former career in the dog food factory.

I can't sleep for wracking my brains what to do.

I've taken money for many a personal thing, but...

I can't take money for my boy.

We can't fight them any way, but one way.

You figure there's even one way?

The good world, the regular happy life,

I never had no hand in that.

They seem so sure of their road, what they'll pass by along the

way, what they'll find at the end.

Me, I couldn't stand to know that much about what's ahead.

Have you seen her? She's gone.

She can't do this. No!

She's got her reasons, give her that.

No!

No, I came all the way in. I came all the way in there!

In here!

Seems like my baby Jam grew up, all of a sudden overnight.

No. No!

Shit.

Hey! Hey!

What the fuck is your problem? That was my spot.

I wish she hadn't pulled what she did.

You fucking canteen turnout motherfucker.

I wish that road had bent another way.

What's the problem here?

But the bunch that would have you,

I don't like them to change their minds.

You're no Angel.

You just-

You know how this stuff comes to happen.

Ain't none of this can be new to you.