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The
rascals sweet waters

In the bottom of the
Arkansas River now

He's eating coal and Spanish

In the daylight donkey

He rolled into town
smelling like a sea breeze.

- Hmm?

- That's me.

Where?

- There.

Ed and I were having breakfast
and we heard a noise outside.

- I mean, like a howl.

- Yeah.

So anyway, we come
out here with the gun,

and there he is, standing
there looking back

from behind the bushes.

He wasn't wearing any clothes.

- I'll spend a few
minutes with him.

- I've done all
I can do for now.

Figured we needed
a second opinion.

- What should I expect?

- Just go in easy.

We don't reckon he can talk.

- How you doing?

The blessings we get are not
always the blessings we want.

Now, Ed and Marcy, I
see an opportunity here.

- Pardon me, Father, but
it's been a long while

since we come to terms
with things as they are.

- You're right.

- You have a home here without
a child, and you're used to it.

- You think he was led this way?

- I see a boy who's
been on his own

for there's no telling how long.

I say the Lord is watching.

- It doesn't matter.

He needs to be somewhere
that can handle him.

And how can we know
if he'll take to folks

or if folks will take to him?

- Perhaps we can't.

Now, either he can
go to the station,

or he can stay here
with you for a while.

I'll make a few calls.

- Suppose we could make
him some breakfast.

Eggs.

- You may find he
might take to folks.

I never
can forget the day

When my dear mother

Did sweetly say

You are leaving

My darling boy

You always have been

Your mother's of joy

Now, as you leave

This world alone

You may not be able

To get back home

But remember, Jesus

Who lives on high

Is watching over you

With a mighty eye.

The world is so far

Oh sin and woe

And many sorrows

Everywhere you go

But remember, Jesus

Who's everywhere

If you get in trouble now

He'll meet you there

- It's healing as it should.

You must have a good connection
with the man upstairs.

Get changed, and I'll
meet you in my office

Feral boy.

- You're a fucking freak.

You fucking bit my hand.

- Pete.

Get in there right now.

All y'all, get in there.

- Come on.

- Right damn now!

- My hand.

My thumb is hanging off.

Jesus Christ.

- We were pleased
to welcome Nathan

into the St. James
family, but I'm afraid

that as he's matured--

- We both know they provoke him.

- Kids were picking on
him, but nothing physical.

And how does he respond?

He bites him.

Broke the skin.

We had to take him
to the hospital.

- Just look at this guy.

It is no use.

He's never been in
a fight in his life.

No reason our son won't
get the same as anyone's.

Call the others in.

See about their place here.

- I really wish I
could help here.

I do.

But it's time to consider that
homeschooling was a better fit.

- Sorry, mom.

- I suppose you all
deserve an update.

I did receive a
clean bill of health,

but I formally won't be
returning till next week.

There's strength here.

Theodore will live on in
each and every one of you.

May his soul, and the
soul of all the faithful

departed, through the
mercy of god rest in peace.

Let's bow our heads.

- Thank you both.

That was a wonderful service.

- Well, Ted was a wonderful man.

52 years of marriage
says it all.

- It's quite a feat, Mrs. Webb.

- Please I've heard my
share of kind words today.

Father, I'd like you
to meet with my lawyer

to discuss the
matter of the will.

- Well, I hope he didn't think
it was necessary to leave

anything for me.

- He was very fond of you.

Join us at the Bradford
office tomorrow at noon?

- Yeah, sure.

- You two have a lovely day.

- God bless you.

OK.

- I think we should get
a couple tuna salads.

Go easy on our hearts.

- Can I share
something with you?

I mean, you might think it's
unsavory coming from a funeral

to talk about a loss of an eye.

- I don't think that's
unsavory, Father.

- How y'all doing?
You good?

- Sure are, Jo.

I'll have the tuna salad.

- OK.

And for you?

- The steak and eggs and fried
liver on the side, please.

- Stop it.

- OK, that'll be
out in a minute.

- Now, this tumor, it
has a way of bringing

on a series of nightmares.

It's just an image.

I can't move for nothing.

And there's this figure
comes into the light.

And I see that it's my
father, a man I deeply love,

stood over me.

And he reaches for my face.

And, I mean, you've never
seen fingers as long as these.

Before you know, he
lays hold of my eye,

wrestling it from the socket.

But then again,
it's just strange.

- Freaky dreams.

- Freaky dreams.

- You would not believe the
way they fuck with these fish.

I mean, some of them are in
tanks so full of their own shit,

they ain't never going to see
the light of day till they die.

I remember I watched someone
swing a catfish by the tail

just to see how far
they could throw it.

- I hope you're not doing
any of that crap, Riley.

- No way.

He'll sting you if
you hold him wrong.

- What's all this
research for, anyway?

I mean, what else you got
to learn about a catfish?

- I don't know.

You talking to the
wrong person, pops.

If you ask me,
they're a bad fish.

- What we got today?

- We're still up in the
back part by the river.

- That ain't so bad.

Be out of everyone's way.

- Dude, I hate it out here.

At least there was
shade in the car wash.

- You hear about the
party in the woods, Pete?

I heard that the football team's
going to light a huge fire.

- All right, then.

- I woke up today, and there
was a spider in my bed.

I killed it.

My dad said it was
a brown recluse.

- What's that?

- Those will raise
hell if you let them.

I got a cousin bit by one.

Thought they had to take
his whole fucking arm off.

- Ooh!

- Hey, cheer up, feral boy.

- You really bit
into him, didn't you?

- Didn't mean to.

- That's what it
sounds like, you know?

Greasy fucker had it coming.

- Yeah, Sawyer is
a greasy fucker.

- Gotta ask after today, man.

You really grow up
with wild animals?

- I know as much about
that as y'all do.

- It's no difference to me.

Your pops looked like he
came out of the woods, too.

- Hey, feral boy, why don't you
come to that fire party tonight?

My dad's going to get
us a fifth of whiskey.

- They don't want me to go.

- Like hell they don't.

Be too far gone to notice.

- You goddamn right.

Check this out.

- More heavy rain from
hurricanes and tropical storms.

- You know my friends
from the fish farm?

- That boy and girl, or the
fat ones from last summer?

- Boy and girl.

Want me to go with them
to a party tonight.

- Rapidly rising water has
reached heights of 30--

- Aren't you worried about
that, especially with everything

going on right now?

- Just bring them over
tomorrow for a beer.

- 6 inches of torrential
rain from decaying hurricanes

or tropical systems can
also produce river flooding.

- I'll have plenty
of friends there.

- Distant thunder roar from
a faraway thunderstorm.

- Are they picking you up?

- Come on, Marcy,
it's pretty apparent.

- Before the hurricane--

- Glad to see you at the
diner for lunch today.

- It's like it used to be.

Before, I only saw you at night.

- That's entirely your choice.

- When I couldn't sleep as a
kid, I always had some milk.

Sometimes it still
does the trick.

I don't know about
tonight, though.

- Feral boy.

Come on, man.

- --dressed like that?
Put on some pants.

Let's go.
- All right, then.

- All right, let's do it.

- Hurry up.

- Get a drink.

You don't take forever.

- Hey, try to enjoy yourself.

- I will.

- I hope so.

- Pull?

- Who's going to
take me serious?

- I think you look handsome.

Like a pirate priest.

- That'd be nice.

- I'll come back
and see you soon.

- Man, I'm never buyin'
from that sawyer again.

He, like, sits on this
shit in school all day.

- Hey, everybody!

Feral boy's here.

It's a party now.

- Son of a bitch.

- I think it's coming home.

- I'm sorry, Nate.

- Imagine how many mosquitoes
you just let in here?

- I hope he found himself
a good bed to sleep in.

- I'll call Riley's dad.

See if he wound up over
there or something.

- I bequeath to Father Jack
Andrew Moss my 1989 Jaguar

convertible.

I know you admired
it, and I always

valued our pleasant
conversations following mass.

I must specify that the car
is my personal gift to you

and is not intended for
donation to the church.

My wife will
provide instructions

for its care and upkeep.

I trust you will follow them.

- I appreciate it.

- He often spoke of passing it
on to you when it came time.

- Surely one of
your children may

be interested in the vehicle.

- He wished he would go to
someone who'd take care of it.

- I really don't
know what to say.

Why don't you come by on Monday?

Family will be out
of the house then.

- Yeah, all right.

- I'll be damned.

- There was a fight?

- Not even.

- Well, what was it then?

- There were some firecrackers.

And I thought he walked home.

- And you just let
him out in the woods?

- Well, that's where
he's from, dad.

I thought he was crossing
in the cornfield.

- Your friend came
by this morning.

I told him you
were still asleep.

- Why didn't you get me up?

- I tried, but
you're hard to wake.

- I'm just going
to go to my room.

- --invite you to take a
closer look at Sonoma County

in the '90s with your
host, Rick McLendon.

- Before we begin
today's service,

I'm afraid tragedy has
befallen a young member

of our congregation.

Nathan Fowler was
discovered dead yesterday.

I'll leave the graphic
details to the papers.

The police are
investigating foul play.

And I got to admit, I'm angry.

I hope for the family's
sake, there are consequences.

- I wish you would have asked
him to put it off for a while.

Guy's a cyclops.

- I think it's beneficial
to keep in mind here

that God didn't take
Nathan away from us,

but that he received him.

- I can appreciate that, Father.

- We usually don't smoke inside.

- It can be a difficult concept.

- I'm sorry, Father.

All this is horseshit.

- Marcy, I believe
your son was special.

- Special?

How special?

That the Lord was watching out?

Looking over him?

- I'm asking for
answers to this, too.

Believe me.

- Well, I'm sure the police
are doing all they can.

- They ran out of onions.

- You made sure?

- The lady told me.

- Which lady?

- Go in and ask.

- I'm ready to get home.

- That'd be fine.

- I bet you got
onions, didn't you?

- Don't you let--

Let him go on being miserable.

- You don't want that.

- Are they going to
keep acting that way?

They ain't going to
get anywhere else.

- Shit, Jo.

They blame me for bringing
him into their lives.

- They wouldn't want
it any other way.

Did you really believe
he was led there?

- It seems there were
too many coincidences.

- How about now?

- No, I don't think so.

I mean, if this was supposed
to happen, if this was a test,

then we all fail.

But what would be the point
of something so cruel?

- I had a dream the other
night after you left.

I was in the kitchen, and
something caught my eye

on the back end.

And the floor got a little
cooler with every step I took.

And at the top of the stairs,
the bathroom door was glowing.

I mean, it was like a light
you'd never seen, oscillating.

And something told me to
stop in my tracks, so I did.

I just turned around
and went back to my room

and closed the door.

- And then what?

- Nothing.

- Nothing.

- What did you expect?

- Well, it sounds like you
should have gone through.

- And you would have?

- Well, it's a dream.

There's nothing to run from.

- Maybe not for you.

- Well, then that's a nightmare.

- Maybe you're right.

- Good morning, everyone.

I'm Detective Cook, but my
friends like to call me Tank.

This here is Detective Hanson.

- Class, we'll try not to
be too much of a disruption,

but we'll be pulling you all
out of the room one at a time.

Be honest with us.

And if you got something
to tell us, you best do it.

- First up, Pete Arrington.

- Right through there.

- We've heard from
some of your classmates

that you were
friends with Nathan.

I didn't know he had too many.

- Guess we hung out enough.

We all worked at the Research
Center and the ponds.

- From your perspective, Pete,
how did the others take to him?

- At first, most of
them were friendly.

But Feral Boy never could
get the hang of things.

A lot of people
tried to get at him.

But if you got used
to him, you liked him.

- This Riley gal.

She a friend too?

- Yeah, she liked
him from the start.

- She and Nathan never
show an interest?

- No, not like that.

It was like-- you know how
it's just easy with some folks?

They got along.

- Hello?

- She wears a hearing aid.

- TV's on.

- Man, I'm not coming
out here with you again.

- Oh, Mrs. Webb.

- Father, let me
show you to the car.

- Come on, Woody.

- Well, he kept
in terrific shape.

- He spent plenty
of time doing it.

Change the oil
every 5,000 miles.

10W-50.

The leather requires a
good coat of Armor All.

If you're going out
of town, the battery

ought to be kept on
a trickle charger.

I'll send that home with you.

- You got that written up?

- Sheet's in the glove box.

He had it laminated.

- Think you can manage that?

- He'll do just fine.

This is the only car we ever
owned that never broke down.

- Are you taking tallies
on how many drinks I had?

What I know is that
my hand got bit.

- That's the motherfucker.

I can feel it.

- I don't know, Pete.

You know, he used to
hook us up all the time.

And a lot of people
didn't like Feral Boy.

- How many times did he
go chewing through a hand?

- You didn't see anything?

- Sorry, it's my bad.

- Intoxicated.

Memory's a little fuzzy.

- So what did they ask you?

- They thought me and
Feral Boy were in love.

- Yeah, they asked
me about that, too.

- Hey, Brian.

Hunter.

- Hey, Marcy.

We're sorry for your
loss and all, ma'am.

- Suppose you're here to see Ed?

- We just stopped by to
see how he was doing.

- He's out by the hangar.

Hang on a second.

I got something you
all can bring him.

- Hey, man.

Marcy thought you
might be thirsty.

- I got beer in the cockpit.

- Yeah, I figured as much.

You know, we were
talking and thought

maybe you could use a trip.

Take the boat out on the lake.

Catch some fish.

- I don't need to
catch any fish.

- Hey, look, man.

You know, my Riley, she's
real beat up about it, too.

Might do you some good to see
some company every now and then.

- A lot of time to talk
out there on the water.

- Come back tomorrow.

I like Miller Lite.

Well,
give me that old time religion

Give me that old time religion

Give me that old time religion

Well, it's good enough for me

It was good for Paul and Silas

It was good for Paul and Silas

It was good for Paul and Silas

And it's good enough for me

Give me that old time religion

Give me that one time religion

Give me that old time religion

Well, it's good enough for me

Give me that old time religion

Give me that old time religion

Give me that old time religion

Well, it's good enough for me

- Yeah, it's bad.

A lot of smoke.

- Oh, does that mean fire?

- No, no.

No fire.

- Well, try and stand
where I can see you.

- All right.

- Dear Father Moss, this
is Charles Webb writing.

I trust that my letter
has discreetly found you.

The car will be fine
after a light tune-up.

I knew my wife could encourage
you to accept the vehicle.

Perhaps, though, at the
end of this account,

you wish not to drive it anyhow.

This story is from my early 20s.

I returned from Korea.

We played a lot of
cards over there,

and that habit stuck with me.

The more debt I happened
to accumulate, the more

fights I seem to pick.

I met a stranger traveling
through town on the Greyhound.

He was an arrogant man who
was soon throwing punches.

I spent some time in
my car sobering up

at the end of the lot.

He staggered out of the place.

I took my cane
from the back seat

and strolled through
the rain and hit him

in the back of the head.

A few mean blows, and
he stopped moving.

I pulled up the floorboards at
a friend's old fishing shack.

Laid his body in front
of the fireplace.

It remains, as far as I
know, there to this day.

You see, Father, I have lived
and died a contradiction.

In the last 50 years,
I've had three children.

Six grandchildren.

I've been a loving
and faithful husband.

By most accounts, a good man.

However, as I near
the end of my life,

I fear the judgment that
awaits me on the other side.

So, in addition
to my confession,

I leave with you directions
to the grave and a decision

to make.

- That was this booth
where he always had coffee.

- How do I begin
to tell his wife?

- If he had come to
you sooner, would you

have given him counsel?

- I would encourage
him to turn himself in.

- She loved him for
a very long time.

He's gone.

What good is that
going to do now?

- You think he would have
said something if he didn't

like us calling the Feral Boy?

- Gave him an identity.

But maybe he didn't want
to stick out like that.

- I'm going to go fishing
with Brian and his friend.

- You said you wanted to
go through his room today.

- A lot of time to talk
out there on the water.

- Looked like someone tampered
with your serpentine belt.

They had it so tight,
it just snapped.

Just like that.

Seemed like they wanted
you to break down.

Nice car though, man.

- Thanks.

- Dude, I gotta go to this
Boy Scout thing this weekend.

- I'll tell you one thing.

My boy will never
be a Boy Scout.

- Oh, man.

Fuck that.

You can't let him be
in the Boy Scouts?

- Hell, no.

When I was in the Cub Scouts,
my troop leader-- natural

born alcoholic.

- What's your take on that, Ed?

- Well, I picked up some
pretty good memories out there.

- I guess it just depends
on who's running it.

- I know I'm not looking
forward to that shit.

- Hello?

Mrs. Webb?

- Broken heart, most likely.

Saw it go that way with my pop.

- Yeah.

If you don't mind me
asking, Detective,

have you been speaking
much with the Fowlers?

Grisly situation.

- Grisly is right, Father.

- I sat with them
after it happened.

They were in a sad state.

- It hit me pretty hard, too.

- Yeah, I hear you, man.

Look, forensics put
out their report.

Hit and run, most likely.

Body dragged into the woods.

No witnesses come forward yet.

My condolences to the family,
but it's a hard catch.

- Yeah.

Well, thank you, Detective.

This will stay between us.

- Hit and run?

Well, I'll be damned.

- What do you think, Deacon,
if this individual moves on,

has a good life--

a peaceful one, but never
confesses to a soul--

not even god?

Where do you think he
stands when he passes on?

- I imagine it'll
come back to bite him.

- The change in this action
wouldn't speak for itself?

- And what would bring
about that change?

You get off free once,
you just come back

and see what else you can
squeeze from the world.

- Man, did I tell you all what
happened to me the other day?

- No.
What happened?

- I was in my kitchen
making myself some cheese

toast for breakfast, and
some fella walks in my house

and he starts screaming at me.

French fries and tater tots.

French fries and tater tots.

Just out of no-fucking-where.

- You got that .22
under your bar.

Did you shoot him?

- That motherfucker
don't work, man.

- It's worth a shot.

- I went back to the
house to get my .38.

By the time I got back out
there, the dude was gone.

- Hey, I think I
got one, fellas.

- Well, hell, man.
Reel that shit in.

- That's a pretty
good size, man.

- Here, knock his ass out
and throw him in the cooler.

- Hey!
Hey, man.

- Come on.
- Whoa.

Stop.

You're getting that
shit all over me.

Shit, man.

- Hey, Danny, your
kitchen still open?

- Nah.

Jack's already gone
home for the day,

but I can get you
a bag of chips.

- You really shouldn't
let them in here so young.

They from the high school?

- Keeps them out of trouble.

Their father's hanging
around here, anyway.

- If you came by, I wouldn't
mind you spending the night.

- I'm already falling asleep.

- I see.

- I got time this weekend.

We could take the
convertible somewhere.

Hide out in another town.

- I don't think we should
use that car anymore.

- It's a car.

And he was just a guy.

Can I ask you a question, Jack?

- Yeah.

- Do you ask forgiveness
after you see me?

- I've been putting
it off for now.

- OK, Marcy.

You made your point.

His Boy Scout sash
is on the dirt.

This ain't right.

- Hello?

Mrs. Webb?

- Get his ass!

- Feral boy.

- motherfucker!

- Let's go!

- Let's go.

- You know what we're going
to do when we catch you

- Oh, yeah!

- Yo.

Come on!

- Get him.

- Fuck!

The truck just kept going.

- Look at him.

He's dead as shit.

- We gotta move him now.

- How many times are you
going to read that thing?

- I don't know about this.

I think I should just
speak from the gut.

Can I read it to you?

- I'll hear it soon enough.

- I just want to get it right.

- Hello?

- Hey, Jo, you got a minute
before you go to work?

I got something to show you.

- Sure.
Yeah.

Come on up.

- And that's the Sutton kid.

They belong to the parish.

And that's Tom Hubbard's.

You know, the butcher.

- These are children.

- That's the five I saw.

- You can't just accuse
children of doing something

because you had a bad dream.

What were you planning on doing?

- Hello, everybody.

I got a few words to say, if
you'll just bear with me here.

Oh, fuck.

Shit.

I'm just going to
bring up Father Moss.

- I'm not going to pretend
like this isn't difficult.

- I don't want to wait
for answers anymore.

- Rare sort and
could be so quiet.

- We got to do something.

- And had such a presence.

- Sorry.

- Let's all bow our heads for
the opening prayer, please.

- Whoa.

Just say it, motherfucker.
Say it.

- Say what?

- You killed Feral Boy.

- God dammit.

Look at my hands.

- So what!

- I got mine.

Check my backpack.

I swear.

- Something you got
to see in there.

- You run for it,
I'll break your nose

into so many fucking pieces,
your mother won't recognize you.

- The envelope.

You know how I sell.

Locker to locker.

Get the cash and
leave the product.

Now, I found that in
Chandler Newman's locker

- I know what you did.

Meet me at the apartments on the
Broadway Loop tomorrow at 4:30

PM.

- Funny thing is, I
saw that fucking priest

lurking around the school.

- Pete, that's in,
like, 20 minutes.

You should come with us.

- Fuck me.

- What's going to happen to us?

- We're good, man.

Come on.

- You don't need
to know how I know.

But I have reason to believe
that I'm the only one that does.

- You got no idea what the
hell you're talking about.

- Shut the fuck up, Taylor.

- Yeah, please be quiet.

I look at the five of you, and
I wonder, how did you carry on?

I suppose you can't afford a
conscience after doing something

like this.

- You're wrong.

I haven't slept.

I dream things I
never thought I would.

- He stumbled onto us, Father.

We were trying to have a
little fun with the kid.

- Well, I'm not
going to turn you in,

and I'm not going to
expect you to yourselves.

But if you want
me to step aside,

there's two things you
need to understand.

There is potential in
your lives for redemption,

and that this universe
is very forgiving.

But also, the time we have
to answer to our cruelty

is very limited, for
some more than others.

- So what do we do now?

- Well, I'm not going
to ask you all to pray.

Because, quite frankly, I
have my own share of doubts.

But what you can
do, you can take

what you learned from this,
whatever there is to learn,

and you can hope that
one day you can prove it.

Until then, gentlemen,
you got to keep looking.

- How you doing, Mr. Fowler?

- How are you doing?

- As soon as the sun crosses
that wire right there,

that's when I start drinking.

- Um, we got something
to let you know about.

- Come on in.

- We saw all five of
them with our own eyes.

Who was it y'all said
got hold of this?

- Sawyer Harrison, ma'am.

- Ain't that the
boy that got bit?

- Yes, sir.

- Pete, Riley,
thank you for this.

Now be ready to give your
statements when the time comes.

Said I
wouldn't tell you anything

And I couldn't
hide such a love as Jesus

- You come to your senses?

- Yeah, well.

Look, I'm cooking fish tonight.

- Pull into the shade.

Give me a minute.

- I got a funny
question for you.

That crowd of younger
people at the bar?

- What?

The other day?

- Yeah.

Newman's boy and them.

- Yes, ma'am.

They wandered in
not too long ago.

Maybe you should call them back.

- All right.

Thank you.

- I'm going to walk
down to the Sheriff's.

Try to find a way
to explain this.

- There's nothing
special about us.

No more than he was.

He wasn't brought into our
life for any good reason.

We ain't part of some plan.

- Would it change
anything if we were?

Be back around 8:00.

- I don't trust him.

- It seems like he
meant what he said.

- Shit, we all know the
Sheriff goes to church.

He's going to buckle.

- Does it really even matter?

I'm in bed, and I
hear my dog barking.

She's old.

She doesn't make much noise.

So I step out in the hallway,
and Daisy's sitting there

in front of the door to the
spare room, and it's shining.

Like, light goes
right through it.

So I reach for the
knob, and she starts

to run around my legs all wild.

But I swing it open anyways.

It's just dark.

Not like closing your eyes.

But nothing's there.

Then I wake up to the sound
of a crow at my window.

- Got a shift at
the farm tomorrow?

- 3:00.

- Me too.

Five seconds mile away.

- You seem calm.

- I am calm.

- Did anything happen?

- Not really.

Can't say it doesn't bother me.

But I figured it was best for
everyone if I kept out of it.

- You can get that if you want.

- No.

Water's not cold yet.

- Hello, you've reached Father
Jack.

People come

And people go

Buried in them

Plots in a row

A cemetery her home...

- Good to see you, Marcy.

Everyone's got
their own separate will

When tomorrow comes,

I'll say goodbye to the sun

And I'll be welcomed by earth

Where we're surrounded by dirt

Bear me up on the high ground

Love me until the
doors come down

And the river puts
the water all around

You'll know

I'll be up on the high ground

Up on the high ground

Up on the high ground

- Holy shit!

- How did you know about that?

Daily walking close to thee

Oh, let it be

You know it'll be.

- $3.79.

- Pack of Red 100s.

- $9.20.

- Put your hands up, Marcy.

You have them now.

- Hey!

- It's all right.

She's calm.

- Where's the rifle at, lady?

In the truck?

- Hands in the air, now, Marcy.

Come on.

Good god!

- Fuck, man!

Grab the paddle.

- Oh, shit!

Go, go, go, go, go!

- What the fuck is that?

- I don't have a
fuckin' clue, man.

- We're about to
fucking die, man.

- What do you make of it?

- We better get inside.

Come on, Rick.

- I love you, Jo.

Tempted and tried

We're oft made to wonder

Why it should be us

All the day long

While there are others

Living about us

Never molested

Or in the wrong

Farther along

We'll understand why

Cheer up, my brother

Live in the sunshine

We'll understand it

All by and by

When we see Jesus

Coming in glory

When he comes from his

Home in the skies

Then we shall be in

The bright mansions

We'll understand it

All by and by

Farther along

We'll know all about it

Farther along

We'll understand why

Cheer up, my brother

Live in the sunshine

We'll understand it

All by and by

We'll understand it

All by and by