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-The Compson domain, as it was called by the locals,

once consisted of 640 acres of forests, open fields,

and the land that would one day be the center

of the town of Jefferson, Mississippi.

The Compson home would become known as the governor's house in the 1850s

when Quentin Compson rose to that position of prominence,

he would be the last Compson, as fate or blood would have it,

who would not fail at everything he touched.

The governor's son would become a General.

It was Jason II who failed at Shiloh in '62.

And failed again at Resica in '64.

It was Jason II failed Brigadier

who would spend the next 40 years selling all fragments of

the family land to keep up the mortgage on the remainder.

His son, Jason Lycurgus Compson III,

would be the one to oversee the final stages

of the family's long fade into irrelevance.

What was left of the 640 acres was now known merely as the Compson Place.

The once vast property invoked upon by nature,

neighbors, and the expanding town of Jefferson itself.

Caroline Baskin Compson, his wife, married him

for the Compson name and all that it promised,

and would then curse that same name for the rest of her days.

He would father four children.

He would sell the last of the surrounding

pasture land to finance his daughter's wedding

and his eldest son's Harvard education.

And then he would die

killed by drink and grief.

-Caddy.

-Caddy...Caddy smells like the trees...

-Cad!

-He smells like the trees...

-Listen to you. Now, ain't you somethin'?

Thirty-three years old and going on that way.

If you don't hush up. Granny ain't gonna throw no birthday for you,

and I'm gonna eat that cake all up, including the candles.

Now come on, help me look for my quarter.

Come on, you ol' runt.

Wait a minute.

You snagged on that nail again.

Every damn time!

-Oh, Benjy, you got snagged on the nail again...

you got your hands all dirty. Here, wipe them off.

Yeah, like that, see?

-Hey Caddy, not too far now.

-She smelled like the trees.

-I need that quarter.

We were down here yesterday.

It's gotta be here somewhere.

-Come on, Benjy. -She smelled like the trees...

-Here, you big baby, take this!

-Stop, Benjamin...

Stop, Benjamin!

-Get him a flower.

He wants it. It will quiet him up.

-Oh, baby...

-Why is you calling him a baby?

He's a man. Big as those.

-We're going to the cemetery.

I know you won't come,

but if you did...

-Why?

-I'd feel safer.

-Safe from what?

Stop.

Please stop the damn looney balling while you drive down the middle of the street.

Get on, Russell.

-Caddy, Quint, father...

Dilsey said they were going.

Where'd they go?

-Any one of you all seen a quarter down here?

-Quarter? -Yeah.

The one I had here yesterday.

If I don't find it, I ain't gonna be able to go to the show tonight.

-What's he moaning about?

-Who knows of him? He been at it all morning.

Worse than usual.

Probably because it's his birthday, I reckon.

-How old is he? -Thirty-three.

-You mean he's been three for thirty years.

-I don't know. I just go by what my Grammy say.

Come on, Benjy.

Let's get you in the water. Maybe that will shut you up.

Yeah, that's right.

Weird old man.

You just...stare at those feet a bit.

-The water was cold.

We were small.

Caddy said the water made everything better.

-Jason, come on!

-Yeah, come play with us!

-Uh-uh...I hate swimming.

-Jason was always alone...

-Now, Caddy,

you know your mama gonna whip you if you get that dress wet.

-She's not... -How do you know?

-I know 'cause I know, Quentin, what do you know?

-I know 'cause I'm older and I go to school.

-Well, I'm seven and I'm going to school next year. Ain't I, Versh?

-Go away!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Stop it!

I hope you're happy.

-Oh, I'll run away.

-Sure you will.

-That's right. I'll run away and never come back!

Hush now, I'm not gonna run away.

I'm gonna stay with you forever. Okay, Benjy?

-She smells like the trees...

-Quentin...

Quentin!

-Where did Quentin go? -he's pouting down in the tree.

-Quentin, come on!

-He had stayed there for once.

-Quentin loved the shadows.

-Come on, Benjy, have another.

Come on.

There's plenty more in the cellar.

We'll just stay there and drink it.

He a smart dog. Maybe he drink champagne.

Have another one.

You know what this wedding need, Benjy?

It need one of them dancing bears.

Think about it, Benjy.One of them bears walk right in this barn.

Benjy, be a bear for me. Come on, Benjy.

Be a bear.

Come on, come on, Benjy.

Come on, come on. Get up, Benjy.

Come on, Benjy.

Come on, Benjy...

Have fun a little Benjy, come on, be a bear.

-Versh... -Quentin.

Why you look so sad?

A man is supposed to be happy at his sister's wedding.

-Shut up! Shut up!

You shut your mouth, boy! Shut up!

You shut your mouth!

Shut up Versh, I'll kill you first!

-Get on out here before I whip you!

Come on, now.

Come on, you big ox.

Let me get you on your feet. There you go.

Come on, Benjy.

-Now, child, you have to be real quiet tonight.

-Why?

-Never mind you why, you's gonna know why in a Lord's own good time.

-Come on, now. Eat up.

-Dilsey? -Yes, honey?

-When did I start talking?

-Seems like you been talking all the time. -What about Quentin?

-What are you up to? Why's you asking?

-When will Benjy start talking?

-Well, don't you worry about Benjy, Ms. Caddy.

Now, he's gonna be talkin' in his own sweet time.

Y'alls all talks enough anyway.

-Benjy don't talk maybe,

but knows all we're sayin'.

-How? How does he know?

-I'm not sure how he knows, Mr. Quentin,

but knows he does.

Mother's crying. Grandma's a slut.

-Benjy.I can't go to that show if I don't find that quarter.

-How'd y'all get back out?

-We've got company.

-Is it time for your grandma's funeral yet?

-Franny! -What's a funeral?

-It's where they moan and sing and stuff.

-Oh, that's just for coloreds,

white folks don't have funerals.

White folks...

-Frony, mama say you're not supposed to say nothin'.

-White folks die, too!

-What she talkin' about?

-Where are we goin'?

-To the tree; come!

-Caddy, what are we doin' here?

-Shh...first boost me up.

-Okay...careful.

-I am, silly goose!

-I'm gonna tell on her!

-Caddy, what do you see?

-Nothin'.

Mother's cryin' again. Grandma's sleepin'.

Why won't she wake?

-Father slept, but would not wake.

Father slept, but would not wake.

Father slept...

-Can you take him out, please? They can't work with all that hollering going on.

That's what I'm trying to tell you.

-Someone's makin' the bed so he can sleep down and rest in that.

Now, you hush, Benjy, calm down.

-Come on, Benjy. It's gonna be alright.

It's gonna be okay, Benjy.

There you go.

Now you got the whole night and 20 acres of passion to bawl in.

Might as well do it now 'fore they start building that golf course.

-I bet you can make the noises stop.

The grass smelled like honey.

-Time's up. Let's go.

Jason will be home soon. You know he don't like you out here watching folk.

We'll go search in the woods.

Come on, you old turtle.

You know they gonna send you to Jackson after your mother dies, don't you?

Mr. Jason say something new every day.

-Daddy said father and Quentin will take care of me.

But Dilsey said they went away.

-Move.

Come on.

Come on, now.

Benjy! Benjy!

Benjy!!!! -Ahhh!

-Benjy! -Ahh!

-Benjy!!!

Benjy! Ahhh!

You! Benjy!

Where you goin'? Ah, ah, oh, hell!

Stop! Please!

-Daddy loved to swing in the wind.

-Benjy, how'd you slip out? Where's Versh?

And this is my friend Dalton. You know Dalton?

Oh, my God, let go of me. You're scaring him.

Benjy, this is my friend Dalton. I'm going

to stay and talk with him for a while, okay?

Stop! Are you crazy? He can see.

-He's not gonna know nothin'. Can't even talk.

-Let me go!

I'm takin' him back to the house.

-I'll be waitin'.

-I don't want to ever hear that he's around here ever...

-Well, you won't ever hear that he's around the house.

-She's ruined!

We're ruined!

With that scoundrel! This is all your fault, Jason!

-Calm down, Caroline. Let's talk rationally about this.

-Rationally? -Rationally.

-You tell me, what are we goin' to do?

-She's ruined. -Ruined?

-Nowhere to go. -We're all ruined.

You're ruined, I'm ruined. We've been ruined since the day we was born.

-Caddy...

She didn't smell like the trees.

-Benjy!

I'm tellin' you. You do not wanna go over there.

Benjy, stop, stop!

-No, no, no!

-You crazy old loon!

Next time I'm gonna tell Dilsey that you got him following me around everywhere.

-I couldn't stop him! I tried! I swear!

Come on, Benjy!

-You two have been snoopin' around after me.

Did my uncle send you two to spy on me?

Did he?

Did he?!

Luster, if you don't get him out of here right this minute,

-I can't do nothin' with him. Here!, you try!

-Oh, come on, let 'im stay. he ain’t harming no one.

You like that fire, huh, Jack? Look here.

-Caddy smelled like the trees.

-What do you see up there, Benjy?

They're gonna see you!

You know you're supposed to stay away from all that till they get done!

Now, come on, Benjy!

I let you drink some champagne if you come down!

-Shh!

Benjy, it's okay.

See? It's still me.

I'm still your Caddy.

It's alright.

-Why can't you ever just do what I asked, Benjy?

I'm the one who should be doing the moaning.

Come on, Benjy. How the critter gonna be up on the tree?

Benjy! I'm sick of it!

You want something to cry about? I'll give you something to cry about!

Caddy, Caddy, Caddy, Caddy.

Caddy, Caddy, Caddy, Caddy.

Caddy, Caddy, Caddy, Caddy.

Benjy, no, look...Benjy...

Benjy!

Shh! Benjy!

Benjy!

Wait a minute, I didn't mean it! I didn't mean it!

Come on, Benjy, calm down.

Calm down.

-Caddy said she would never leave.

-Hey, Benjy, where you goin'?

She is gone.

Stayin' at that gate ain't gonna do no good.

-Versh! Where's he goin'?

Can't you play with him and keep him quiet?

-He wanna go down yonder, Stay at that gate.

-Well, he can't!

We can't have him down there where the whole town can see!

-He think if he go do yonder about that gate, Miss Caddy is gonna come home.

-Nonsense! Go get him!

Benjy! Come on back now, Benjy!

Caddy said she would come back.

-Benjy! No, no, not now...father, father, help!

Benjy, no, no, stop, stop it. Come on, Benjy, not now!

-Yeah! -Benjy, no! Quiet.

-Your sister...your sister... -Benjy, no...

-Yeah! Yeah!

Yeah! -It's alright, it's alright.

-Yeah! Yeah!

-Come on, now. Let's leave her be for a bit.

That's my Benjy. That's my Benjy. Come on.

-He can't get out.

He won't hurt anybody, anyway. Come on!

-I'm scared.

Look at him.

-I was trying to save her...

She fell.

I fell.

It went dark.

-Well, how did he get out?

Did you leave the gate unlatched when you came in?

-Of course, not. Don't you know I got better sense then that?

-The girl was more scared than anything, thank God.

-Was? Christ, this family is bad enough without that...idiot

accosting girls on the street.

Hmm? I could have told you it was a matter of time something like this happened.

You've got to send him to Jackson!

You can't say 'No' any longer.

I wanna see if Mr. Burgess don't shoot him first.

-That's enough.

-Well, if you don't send him to Jackson,

we'll just have to take all the precautions.

-That's enough, Jason!

-That is enough, Jason. Enough! -You think you're better than

than everybody else just because you're ten!

-Shut up, Jason, you're a dirty little beast!

-Caddie, you be nice to your brother!

-He cut up all of Benjy's dolls!

I'll slit his gizzle!

-Caddie! -I will! I swear!

-Alright... -He did it just to beat me!

-Alright. Now, you come over here, now.

You come here, Caddie.

We are a family.

Your sister

and your brothers

are all we got in this world.

-Well, father, speak to me now.

What are you gonna do?

Nothin'?

Not a goddamned thing?

Hell,

well, if you're not willing to, I'll do it myself.

-Oh, Benjy...

-They hurt me. Everything must go.

Jason said this would help me.

-Jesus loves you

for the bible tells me so.

Little one.

To him belong

They are weak but

he is strong.

Alright, Benjy, now, go on to sleep.

Go on to sleep, baby.

-I need y'all to be especially quiet tonight.

Real quiet.

-Father smelled like the rain.

-I love each and every one of you.

-Good night, Benjy. I love you.

-She smelled like the trees.

-I give you...

The Mausoleum

of all hope and desire.

I fear it may fit your individual needs

no better than it fit your grandfather's or his fathers.

I give it to you not that you may remember time,

but that you might forget it now and then,

and not waste all your breath trying to conquer it,

because no battle is ever won.

They are not even fought.

The field is.

They are only to reveal the man his own folly and despair.

The victory,

victory is just an illusion

of philosophers and fools.

Christ

was not crucified,

he was worn down

by the minute ticking

of little wheels.

-You goin' on a trip? -No, I was...just

spring cleaning.

-What, is this a win or a wait?

-I reckon the police won't get me for wearing my new suit one time.

-Just like that, people might make you for a Harvard student.

-Heaven forbid.

-So you coming to class now or are you too proud for classes,too?

-I'll be there.

Don't wait for me.

-Alright, well...come Shreve.

I guess your husband can take care of himself. Right?

-I'm going with Shreve.

-Can I help you?

-Hi, uh...

May I please have four Taylor's gooses, uh...geese, geese rather.

-Four? -Uh, yes, sir.

-Okay.

-We have sold Benjy's pasture so that you may go to Harvard.

Well, the best of thought clings like dead ivy vines to old, dead brick.

Man.

The sum of his climatic experience.

Man.

The sum of...

what have you.

A stalemate of dust and desire.

Again...

the saddest of all,

more than once

sometimes water

is like breathing.

They float slow

healing after the sea.

and the cabins and the broad oaks

The displacement of water

is equal to

the something of something.

Abducto Absurdom

of all human experience

and two

six pound flat irons

weigh more

than one Taylor's goose!

You know what a Taylor's Goose is, boy?

It's a iron.

Iron weigh ten pounds.

Two six pound flat iron weigh twelve pounds.

That weigh more than a Taylor's goose.

I believe, by my reckonin'.

-So Quentin,

how do you feel about your sister having the first car in town?

-It's fine. -Isn't Harvard generous?

-Did I write you and tell you he's gonna put Jason into his bank?

Jason's gonna make a splendid banker.

-Yeah. How about you, Quentin, you wanna work in the bank, too?

-No, I...I think I'll be fine, thank you. -My two Harvard boys.

I am so proud.

My own daughter engaged to such a fine young gentleman.

It's a dream come true. It really is, Caddie.

-Now, Mrs. Compton, your daughter...uh...talked about you quite a

lot, which is to be expected, seeing that you raised her so well.

What she failed to convey was the full extent of her charm, I mean...

I had no idea you were such a striking woman.

I might take you and me instead.

Huh?

-I don't know how to drive this goddamned thing.

-I'm gonna take it! -Somebody better take that wheel.

Somebody take it!

-Somebody better drive this goddamned thing.

Somebody drive it!

-He's lying, Caddie.

He was dropped from his club for cheating in cards

and then he got caught cheating in his midterm exam,

Caddie, he was expelled.

-What about it? I'm not gonna be playing cards with him.

-He's a scoundrel, Caddie. -Jesus, I don't need you to protect me.

-I'm your older brother... -Quentin...

You don't get to be my father.

-Why do you care? -Promise!

-When have you ever cared?

-Quentin

I'm...

I'm sick.

-Sick?

You can't marry a man if you're sick.

-No, no...the sick is why I have to marry him.

Somebody.

Anybody. Do you understand?

Whatever happens,

don't let them take Benjy to Jackson.

Do you hear me?

-Is it his?

Whose is it Caddy?

It's his!

Listen, Caddie.

You...you don't have to go through with this.

We could go away.

You, me and Benjy, we can go

we can go where nobody knows us. -Leave with what?

You're school money?

The money they sold the pasture for?

Don't you let them send Benjy to Jackson.

Do it for me, Quentin.

-There could just be a hell beyond.

Two of us more than dead.

Beyond the clean flame.

-Purity is a negative state.

And therefore contrary to nature.

Virginity is a concept created by man.

Nature is hurting you, Quentin.

the world and all its sorted clarity.

Not Caddie.

Don't lash out at your sister when it's the world you wish to punish.

-Those are just words.

-Exactly.

As is everything.

-You don't know.

-Oh, I do.

And you will, too.

-I could smell the curves of the river beyond the dusk.

And I could feel water beyond the twilight

when it bloomed in the spring and it rained.

The smell was everywhere.

Like there was something in the light itself.

Want a treat, don't you?

You like me to get you a treat?

Alright, alright. You stay here.

-Man is the sum of his misfortunes.

One day you'd think misfortune would get tired,

then time itself is your misfortune.

You carry the symbol of your frustration into eternity.

Then, the wings are bigger.

But who can play a harp?

-His name is Dalton Ames

He's crossed oceans,

he's been to India, Quentin. Can you imagine?

-Do you love him?

-No.

-Well...did he make you do it, then?

Huh?

I'll kill him.

I will. I'll find him and I'll kill him.

Or...or I'll force him to leave forever.

Tomorrow, Caddie. I will tomorrow.

-Ask me again.

-Do you love him?

Do you love Dalton Ames?

-No...

-But do you hate him?

-Poor Quentin. You don't understand, do you?

Yes, I hate him,

I would die for him, I have already died for him and I will over and over again.

You would understand if you... -If what, Caddie? If what?

-You never done that, have you?

Meet a girl? -Sure I have!

Lots of times.

Uh, no Lorraine, I don't know.

What if my sister-? -Caddie?

Who cares about Caddie?

-Caddie, wait! -You bastard!

-Caddie, Caddie wait!

Caddie, wait!

Caddoe, wait!

We weren't doing anything.

-I don't give a damn. I don't care what you do!

-Miss Caddie...

why don't you care?

-Why should I? I don't give a damn!

-I'll make you give a damn!

Do you care now?

Do you care now, Caddie?

You care now, Caddie?

Huh? Huh, you care now?

Stop.

Do you care now?

-Look at us.

We're a mess.

I tried to scratch your eyes out.

-She send you?

-No.

Nobody did.

This is just me.

I'm telling you to get the hell out of town.

I'll give you until sundown.

-And what do you do if I don't?

-I'll kill you.

Don't think I won't.

-Things look that bad out there, huh?

-I said I'll give you until tonight.

-Look, kid,

Ain't no good gonna come from you taking this so hard.

And...it's not your fault.

It's bound to happen to us sooner or later.

If it wasn't me, then it would have been some other fellow.

-Keep that cigarette out of your mouth!

Tonight.

-Tonight.

What for? I'm not gonna try to beat that.

-I'm givin' it to you.

Because if you're seriously treatinin' me, you're gonna need it.

Come on, then.

Quentin.

You mean it?

Take it.

-Turn around.

Turn around and face me!

-Alright. Alright. Crap.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Just...here.

Relax.

Just take it easy, okay?

-Quentin! Quentin!

Quentin, Quentin, I heard the gunshot.

-I'm fine, I'm fine.

-Thank you, Jesus. -I said I'm fine.

-Did he hit you?

-No. -He didn't?

No, he didn't do anything. Wait, Caddie, Caddie...

Let me go I have to catch him. Let me go! -I'm okay.

-Hey!

Hey!

-Julio!

-Emma (speaks Italian)

You steal my sister!

-You will remember that, for you to go to Harvard

has been your mother's dream since you were born.

And no Compson has ever disappointed a lady.

Harvard is such a fine sound.

And forty acres is no high price for a fine sound.

We will swap Benjy's pasture

for a fine, dead sound.

-Come on, Quentin!

-Caddy...

Do you...do you remember the day your grandmother died?

When I pushed you in the water in your drawers?

I could do you

It'll be fine.

And then I could do myself.

-Can you do yourself?

-Yes.

I'll play it as long as I thought to play it.

They're sick.

-Do it.

-Do you want me to?

-Do it.

-I will...

-Do it, don't cry. -Don't cry...

-Do it, Quentin!

-I will look down and see my murderin' bones in the deep water...

like a rueful wind.

And after a while they will not be able to distinguish even bones upon the lonely

and inviolate sand.

Until on the day he says rise

only the flatirons will call floating up.

-All men are just accumulations.

Dolls stuffed with sawdust

swept up from

the trash heaps where all the previous dogs have been thrown away.

The sawdust

flowing from what wound

of what side that did not die for me!

You cannot bear to think that someday

it may not hurt you like this.

Man

was conceived by accident.

Every breath

a fresh cast of dice already loaded against him.

No man ever does that

from first fury or remorse

or despair or bereavement.

He only does it when he comes to realize that even his despair

or remorse

or bereavement is of no particular importance to the dark ice man,

No.

You will not know despair

until you've come to understand

that even she

is not quite worth despair.

Non Fui. Sum.

Fui.

Non sum.

-Was is the saddest word of all.

There's nothin' else.

It's not despair until time

and it's not even time

until is

is was.

-Caddy, Caddy, Caddy. Caddy. Caddy.

Caddy, Caddy, Caddy. Caddy. Caddy. Caddy. Caddy. Caddy.

Caddy, Caddy, Caddy. Caddy. Caddy. Caddy. Caddy. Caddy.

-Once a bitch, always a bitch. That's what I say.

And mother says

"She's your own flesh and blood."

If I had my way, when people act like a nigger

no matter who they are, you treat them like a nigger.

And mother says, "But she's just a child."

Do you want me to do anything with her or not?

If you do, then let me do things my way.

-Please.

Just another half a cup. -No, child.

No seventeen year old girl needs more than a cup of coffee.

-Is that your...school costume, miss?

Or is today a holiday no one bothered to tell me about.

And what in Christ is that hair?

I cut it.

-Don't you go around town with my name looking like a goddam whore.

-Now you go in, child, get dressed for school. You can ride in with Jason.

You go make yourself later then. -Oh, no, she's not gonna be late.

We're gonna change that right now.

Come here.

-What for?

-Put the cup down and get over here. -What you after now, Jason?

-Damn it Quentin. You may think you can run with your grandmother.

But I ain't her.

I'll give you ten seconds to get over here.

-When it's ten seconds,

give me a whistle.

-Now Jason!

Jason, no! No!

Jason, stop it! -You keep out of this!

Keep out of this!

Come here, it's okay.

It's okay, come here.

No, no, you playin' out of school.

Like that you've been hiding in the woods.

-Jason! Jason! Help me!

-Now, you run, child.

Stop! Stop it!

Stop!

No, stop it!

Stop, stop it!

Go ahead and try it. You wanna hit somebody? You hit me.

Go and hit me!

-You think I won't?

-I don't put nothin' on you Jason!

-Jason, what's happening?

-Alright. Okay.

I better not hear about you cuttin' class again.

Sleepin' around with one of those damn gentlemen!

-I don't sleep around!

I don't! -Now, now, Miss Quentin.

You don't worry about a thing.

He ain’t layin' a hand on you as long as I'm here.

-You better watch yourself, nigger. -Uh-huh.

-Dilsey!

-Hum?

-Alright,

alright, I's comin'.

I's comin' Ms. Caroline. You go on back upstairs and go on to bed.

You ain't got to worry yourself with this!

-Dilsey...

-It's alright.

It's alright.

-And you didn't even see him?

You didn't even try to get him to get any provision for it?

-She shall not touch his money.

Not one cent of it. -He can be forced to, by law.

He can't prove... -Oh, hush, Caroline.

-And what about Jason's job and Herbert's bank?

-We'll worry about it later,

-Ever since that night she dumped on that doorstep,

we've been stuck with that ungrateful breath.

Stuck in a crap job in this backwater town.

while my sister gallivants around the world doing God knows what.

-Hello, Jason.

-What are you doin' here? -Why didn't anybody let me know?

I just happened to see it in the papers. Just happened to.

-A fine lot you care.

Come sneakin' on in here as soon as he's dead.

Don't think you can use this to come crawlin' back in.

Mother won't have it, I won't.

We don't even know your name in that house anymore.

Did you know that?

You'd be better off if you were down there with him.

Ol' Quentin.

-You're still an angry child, aren't you?

You're right, though.

Jason,

if you can get mother to let me have it back,

I'll give you a thousand dollars.

-You don't even have a thousand dollars. -Yes, I have. I will have. I can get it.

-I have an idea too. I can get it, too.

On your back, like you got her.

Go on.

Let it out.

Some secret that you will not think about one another.

-Jason, you just...

promise me

that you'll take care of her. -That is easy for you to say.

You don't have... -What?

Anythin'?

You're right. I have nothinn'.

Nothin'. -Candance, you get on home, huh?

There's no place for you anymore. -Jason...

If I send other checks beyond the ones Mother takes,

can you use it if she...can you just make sure

she has nice things, like the other girls?

Please, it...

if you fix it so I can see her for a minute, I'll give you fifty dollars.

-You don't have... -Yes, I do.

Will you do it? -Let me see it, then. I don't believe you.

For one minute. -Yes.

-Huh?

Give me just a glimpse. I'll run right away.

-Give me the money first. -No, after.

-Don't you trust me? -No.

I know you.

I grew up with you.

-Okay, then. -Stop it.

-Yes?

-Promise me.

-Give me the money. Give me the money before somebody sees you.

Jefferson already has enough to talk about already.

-No, no...please.

Every month for sixteen years she's been sending checks.

Flowin' the money she gets from who knows where.

Spoilin' the girl who's done nothin' to earn it.

-We need nobody's charities.

Sittin' in the bed of a fallen woman.

-Yes mother.

Uh-huh.

Exactly like we needed, mother.

As long as we've had the best sixteen years, mother.

So I let mother burn the fax and I cashed the checks myself.

It's for the best.

Someone has got to look after our family's finances.

-A new shipment just came in.

You better help Uncle Joe in the back.

-That's fine.

-Jason? I could use a hand.

-Not right now, man. I got some errands to run.

-You're actually saving a lot giving me the acres.

Let's just go over the facts. Yankees got babe Ruth.

They got Lou Garret. Babe Ruth single greatest baseball player of all time.

I know what this guy's gonna say right now. You're thinkin' about the Cardinals.

But I'm gonna tell you there is no way the Cardinals are beatin' the Yankees.

Do you understand how baseball works? Are you familiar with the game of baseball?

Because I don't dabble in this sport. I'm an expert.

-I had no answer to the last two letters.

But the checks were both cashed. is everything alright?

Let me know at once, or I'll come see myself.

You promised me you'd let me know if anything was wrong.

Please wire at once.

Caddy.

- Good morning, Jason. I reckon unlike these fools,

you got your money on the Yankees to win the this year.

-That could have been a lucky shot. You think

your team could be that lucky forever?

-No, that's why it's not luck. Luck has nothin' to do with this, sir.

-I wouldn't bet anything with that Babe Ruth on the line.

-Really?

-Really. -Don't care for Babe Ruth?

-I couldn't care less for Babe Ruth.

-Well, he's just the single greatest athlete in history of humanity, but

I could see why that would not be significant for some people, I suppose.

-Babe Ruth is just a...just a fat ol' fool.

-What's your message, sir?

-Message is all is well. Q will write today.

-All is well... -Uh-huh.

-Q will write today.

-Q will write today. Make sure you send it collect.

-Alright? -Uh-huh.

-Collect. -Collect.

-You will send it collect? -I will send it collect, sir.

-Bad news from the telegram office?

-Why the hell did you think that? -No reason. You...you look upset.

I thought maybe...

-You'd think I care? That what you think, Earl?

-Sometimes I think you want me to fire you.

-Seventeen years you've been sayin' that.

Seventeen years.

-That's right. Seventeen years.

-Your telegram, sir.

Sir, your telegram. -Fine, thank you, sir.

Hey!

-Quentin!

You and that scoundrel.

Quentin!

If you come out here right now,

I'll only beat you for an hour.

And if that German wants some, too, he's welcome to it!

Let her go to hell as fast as she pleases.

And sooner the better.

Just let me get back what's mine. When I'm old.

Go on and stare.

Stare all you want, you no good bastards.

My family owns 600 acres here.

While you were running your shirt tailed country stores.

just a town full of hicks.

Mother.

I truly want to thank you for coming down this evening for dinner.

-That's the least I could do.

-What's wrong, Quentin?

Do you not like yellow meat?

I mean, we can get you a better piece

if that one's not good enough for you. -It's fine!

-Or maybe you care for some more rice. -No.

-No more rice for you, Miss Quentin? Huh?

Quentin, you don't want some more rice?

-I said I don't want any more. -Well...

Here you go. I'll get you some more rice.

There you go. Eat up now.

Get some more rice. It makes you look strong.

Come on, get some more rice.

How about a little more, Miss Quentin? I'll get some more rice for you.

And go and eat your food. Go and eat your rice, Miss Quentin.

-I can't eat with him! it's like eatin' with a pig!

-Hush now, Quentin.

Benjy ain’t gonna bother you now. -But he will!

You use him to spy on me and I know you do!

-Oh, Mother,

that reminds me.

I saw the most curious thing this afternoon

while out on a drive. -What's that?

-I mean, it was truly curious, probably the most remarkable but truly curious thing.

I had to see it... -What is so curious?

-I'll tell you later.

I don't like to discuss such matters in front of Miss Quentin.

Her being so...innocent and all.

-May I be excused?

-Oh, you...were you waitin' on us?

-Why does he treat me this way, grandmother?

If he doesn't want me here,

then why won't he just let me go back

to my... -Enough!

He had another one. -If he would just...

If he would just... -Just what? Just what?

Go on, Miss Quentin. Say it. Say it in front of your uncle.

Say it in front of your grandmother.

Just what? What can I do for you, Miss Quentin?

Speak freely, now. He's your family.

This is your family dinner, Miss Quentin.

Just what? Tell me. Speak up, Quentin. I can't hear your little voice!

Speak up, say something, Quentin. Say a word, something!

Speak! Speak your face... -Stop!!!

I hate you! I wish I was dead!

I wish we were all just dead!

-Well...

that's the most sensible thing she's ever said.

Go on, eat your food, mother.

Yes?

-Did my...

mother send a letter today?

-Why yes, yes she did.

-And? -And what?

-Did she send any money?

-Jesus, everyone's a beggar today.

-Did she? -She did.

-How much was it?

-That's all you care about, isn't it?

So disappointin'.

Come on.

Get your money.

Come on, Miss Quentin, get your money.

-That's it?

-But...this is... -But what?

Do you know hold I was before I ever saw a ten dollar bill?

You should be ashamed of yourself.

-No, it's...I just thought that... -You thought what?

What were you thinkin'?

-Never mind.

-Good night, Quentin.

-Your name is Quentin.

Like my brother.

Quentin.

I love you.

Please, don't ever forget that.

I have to go away now.

And you need to stay with your grandfather and your grandmother.

They'll take good care of you.

Bye...

-It's gonna be okay now.

-He's always praisin' my dear.

So busy praisin' my dear.

Ain't got time when I...

when all the time praisin' my dears...

All the time...

praisin' my love. If I don't praise 'im

who else is gonna cry?

Oh...

Ain't got time...

Oh Lord...

Oh Lord. -Dilsey!

-I's comin', Miss Caroline. Just give me a minute!

-What in the goddamned hell, Luster?

Breakin' my window? he can't do his one job, now

he's running around destroying my property?

-What's the matter with him now?

-Says me and Benjy busted a window in his room.

-Well, how can that be if you never goes in there?

-That's what I said. He says we're outside.

Tuckin' rocks. -You didn't do that, did you?

-No ma'am.

-You ain't lying to me, is you, boy?

-I swear. You can ask Benjy!

-I still don't understand how your window was brokened.

Are you sure it was yesterday? There was that storm last week.

-You reckon it would take me a week

to notice a busted window in my own room, mother?

What kind of idiot do you take me for?

Dilsey!

Dilsey! You come here squintin' down here right now!

-I can't understand. it's as if someone had just broke into our house!

Jason!

-You goddamned botch!

-Rollin' stone, Rollin' stone, Rollin' stone away.

Into Rollin' stone, Rollin' stone, Rollin' stone away.

On Easter Sunday morning

-Grab your hat, Sheriff,

Grab your hat, Sheriff, let's go. We already got a twelve hour head-start on it.

-Sit down and tell me what the trouble is.

-My niece and that asshole from the carnival stole some money from my house!

I'd grab your hat, Sheriff, and get in the goddamned car.

-Jason, what are you doin' with three

thousand dollars hidden cash in your closet?

-Where I keep my money is my business. Your business is to help me find it.

-Your mother know about this money?

-Look here, my house has been robbed.

Now I come to a...a law enforcement officer and this is what I get.

-What you gonna do with that girl is you catch her?

-What am I gonna do? Huh? Nothing.

That bitch just cost me a job.

and the one chance that I had to get ahead in life.

And they killed my father.

They shortened my mother's days. That is making me a laughingstock in town!

Let it go.

You can read this to her. I just want what's mine back!

-If I had some evidence I could act upon it, but without that...

I figure it's just like you say.

None of my business.

-So that's it, that's your answer, then?

-That's it, Jason.

-Were you there?

Were you there?

When they nailed him to the tree?

Were you there?

Sometimes it causes me

to tremble.

Tremble...Tremble.

Tremble...Tremble.

Were you there?

When they crucified my Lord?

Were you there? -Were you there?

When God raised him from the tomb?

Were you there?

Oh were you there

when God raised him from the tomb?

Where you there? Oh...

Sometimes

it causes me to tremble

Tremble...Tremble.

Were you there

when they crucified

my Lord?

Were you there?

-Granny, it was amazin'.

There was a man who could play the accordion.

there was another man who played the washboard, just like this.

-Benjy...

Where he goin' now?

-It's the window. He know Miss Quentin's home.

-Oh, lord...

Lord have mercy.

I seen the first, I seen the last.

I seen the beginnin'.

Now all I see is the end.

Come on, Luster.

Well, he's comin'.

Come on, baby.

It's gonna be alright,

it's gonna be...

Now, Luster, you knows the way. Up the street, 'round

the square, to the graveyard and straight home.

-Sure, sure. Same as always. -Now, you be sure and go the right way

'less Benjy is gonna make a raucous.

Now you hear? -Yeah, yeah, I got it.

-Alright.

Now don't you dare go too fast!

Lester, boy, slow down!

Lester!

What'd I say?

Lester, what did I say? Slow down!

-Benjy, it's just you and me.

What do you say we take out Queenie for a real ride?

What's that you say? Faster? Great idea.

Whoo!

Whoo!

-Luster!!!

Luster!!!

Slow down, goddammit.

-Whoo!!!

Whoo whee.

Woohoo!

Whoo! -Luster!

You little nigger!

Luster! -We're flyin' now, Benjy.

Whoo!

-Bring my brother back!

Bring him back!