All language subtitles for C44F95EBB838C2781E6B70D01748A5EB_eng (THE TIGER RISING) (IND AND ARAB)

Have you
ever been inside a cage?

Not a real one,

with metal bars and a lock.

Though I have had
some experience with those.

No, I'm talking
about the kind of

imaginary cage we build
to protect ourselves.

That's the kind of cage
that my friend, Rob, and I

were trapped inside
when we were ten years old

before we unearthed the key
that would set us free

and before we met
the magnificent creature

who would change our
lives forever.

For the love
of your life or.

- Hush.
Ain't no point in crying'.

Crying' ain't gonna
bring her back.

Jesus said.

- Yes, sir.

Look here.
It's the Kentucky Star.

How's it like to be a star?

Billy, he don't know
what it's like to be a star.

- Hey, guess what?
This ain't Kentucky.

This is Florida.

- Yeah. You don't knows how
to be a star anywhere.

Got it?

- Oh. look at him.

He's got creeping crud
all over him.

- God, he's gross.

Hey, Mr. Nelson.
What are you doing?

- This ain't no stop,
Mr. Nelson.

- Hey, this is a school bus.

- I know that.

- You're all dressed up
to go to a party.

- This ain't no party bus.

- It's not my fault you
don't have good clothes.

- We're sorry,
we didn't mean nothing by it.

What's your name?

- Sistine.

- Sistine? What kind of
a stupid name is that?

- Like the chapel.

What are you looking at?

- Yeah, what are you
looking at, disease boy?

- Come on.

We see the world the same.

Hmm.

That's God giving life to
Adam with just His touch.

That's what Michelangelo
was trying to say.

- Wow.

- And Michelangelo
didn't even want to paint it.

He thought he was a better
sculptor than a painter.

Can you believe that?

- No way.

- The whole ceiling
is a fresco.

You know what fresco means?

- No, ma'am.

- It means that a
painter goes in there

and paints on all that
plaster real fast.

- You got all them
rooms cleaned good?

- Have I ever not got all
these rooms cleaned good?

- Come to think of it,
I don't think so.

- Then let's just assume

that I got all these rooms
cleaned really good.

Save us both some time.

- Hey, girl,
don't you give me no lip.

I ain't paying you
to be a smart mouth.

- You barely pay me to breathe.

- Hey, man.

Can you point me
out to the spa?

- Spa?
- Yeah.

- Does this place look
like it has a spa to you?

Sorry to hear
about your inadequacies.

- Spa.

- My name
is Sistine Bailey.

What a lovely name.

- Thank you.

I'm from Philadelphia,
Pennsylvania,

home of the Liberty Bell,
and I hate the South

because the people
in it are ignorant.

And I'm not staying
here in Lister.

My father is coming
to get me next week.

- Thank you
for introducing yourself,

Sistine Bailey.
You may take your seat now

before you put your foot
in your mouth any further.

I wanna talk about
last week's test.

Y'all didn't do so great.

We're gonna
figure this out together

and see where you're wrong.

We're gonna go over.

- Mom, I can't do this.

- Let me see that.

Oh, sure you can whittle that.

I'll show you.
Ain't it hard. Okay.

- Hey, buddy,
don't jiggle that bed.

Your mama's in a lot of pain.

- He ain't
hurting me, Robert.

- Don't tire
yourself out with that wood.

- It's all right.
I'm just teaching Rob

some things I know.

There, now you do some.

See,
you already know what to do.

Your hands know.

You know, it helps
with the whittling

when you stick your tongue out.

- Mm?

Rob,

I need you to go
to the principal's office.

Rob?

Rob Horton?

Mr. Phelmer wants to
see you in his office.

Do you understand?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Billy, I saw that.

- Morning, Rob.
You doing' okay today?

- Yes, sir.

- We've been a bit worried.

It's about your legs.
May I take a look?

- Yes, sir.

- Okay.

Ooh.

No, that don't look good,
does it?

Yeah, that don't
look good at all.

Look, uh, here's the situation,
Rob, some of the parents,

and I'm not gonna mention names,
are worried that what you...

what you got there
might be contagious.

Con - tage - us,
meaning' some...

something the other students
could possibly catch.

Now, you tell me the truth, son.

You've been using' that medicine
you told me about?

You've been putting' that on?

- Yes, sir.

- Well, I'm gonna be upfront
and honest with you, Rob.

I think it might be a good idea
to let you stay home a few days.

Give that medicine some time
to kick in, work its magic,

and then we'll bring you
back to school

once your leg's better.

Does that sound like a plan?

- That'd be all right.

- All right. Good. Now, here's
what I'm gonna do.

I'm just gonna write a little
letter to your parents.

I mean, your father.

We'll let him know what's what.

And you tell him,
if he has any questions at all,

he can just give me a call,
all right?

- Yes, sir.

- All right.
There you go.

Go! Yeah, yeah.
See you around, bud.

We all have our challenges.

- Why, thank you.

- My pleasure, ma'am.

- What's your name?

- Rob Horton.

- Very pleased
to meet you, Rob Horton.

I'm Miss Mills.
What you got there?

- It ain't nothin'.

- May I see it?

Well, look at that.

Did you draw this?

- Yes, ma'am.
It ain't nothin'.

- Sure don't look like nothin'.

You're a dang good artist, Rob.
I wanna see more.

Why don't you stop by tomorrow

and show me
some of your artwork?

- I can't.

Mr. Phelmer wants me to
stay home for a few days.

On account of my legs.

- Well, I had a hard time
in fifth grade myself.

I understand.
When you come back,

make sure to stop by
and see me, promise?

- Yes, ma'am.

Oh, look where you
came from, loser.

Ooh.

- Hey, leave her alone!

- Who are you talking to?

- Yeah! Who do you think you're
talking to?

- I said, leave her alone.

- You're gonna make me?

Ooh.

- There isn't
any place to sit.

It's not like
I want to sit here.

- Okay.

- What's your name?

- Rob Horton.

- Well, let me tell you
something, Rob Horton.

You shouldn't run.

That's what they want
you to do, is run.

I hate it here.

This is a stupid hick town
with stupid hick teachers.

No one in the whole school even
know what the Sistine Chapel is.

- I know.

- What?

- I know what the
Sistine Chapel is.

- I bet.
I bet you know.

- It's a picture of God
making the world.

Like it says in Genesis.

It's in Italy.

The pictures are painted
on the ceiling.

They're frescoes.

Uh, I don't got to go
to school on account of my legs.

I got a note that says so.

Mr. Phelmer, the principal,

he says that the other
parents are worried

that what I got is contagious.

- Please let me catch it.
Please, please, please.

Please, please, please
let me catch it.

- You won't.
It ain't contagious.

- Please, please, please.

- It ain't a disease.
It's just me.

- Where do you live?

- In the motel.
The Kentucky Star.

- You live in a motel?

- It ain't permanent.

It's just until
we get back on our feet.

- Well, I'll bring you
your homework.

I'll bring it to you
at the motel.

- That stuff ain't nothing
nobody else can catch.

- I know it.

- I told that to that
principal once before.

I called him up
and told him that.

- Yes, sir.

- You wanna stay home?

I'll maybe make an appointment,

get one of them doctors
to write down

what you got ain't catching.

- Yes, sir.

- But I won't do it
for a few days.

All right?
Give you some time off.

- That would be all right.

- You got to fight 'em.
The boys.

No, I know you don't want to.

But you got to fight 'em, else
they won't ever leave you alone.

- Yes, sir.

- All right.

In the meantime,
you can help me out around here.

Do some maintenance work for me,
some sweeping and cleaning.

Beauchamp's running me ragged.

Don't know who the hell
he thinks he is.

- Can't you just get a job
somewhere else?

- Go on and hand me
that medicine.

- Do you think Beauchamp
is the richest man in the world?

- Naw. He don't own but this one
itty-bitty motel now.

And the woods.

He likes to pretend
he's rich is all.

All right. There you go.

- Can I go outside?

- Naw.

I don't want that medicine
get rained off.

It costs too much.

Go and get washed up.
We'll have supper.

Someday, you and me
are gonna have a house

with a real stove.

I'll do some good cooking' then.

- This is good.

- Eat all you want.
I ain't hungry.

- It don't look
like no butterfly.

- Hm? No, it don't.

It looks like
it wants to be a fish.

- But I was whittling
a butterfly.

- But the wood
had other ideas.

You can never tell what's gonna
come out of the wood.

It does what it wants,
and you just follow.

Go on, you might as well
finish your fish.

- Put me down!

Come on, son.

Come on, you're
a working man now.

Got to get up.

- You know what?

- No, ma'am.

I'll tell you what.

I'd rather clean up
after pigs in a barn

than clean up behind some of
the people in this place.

Pigs at least
give you some respect.

- What you staring at?

- What you doing' out of school?

- I don't know.

- What you mean,
you don't know?

Don't be shaking your
shoulders up and down to me

like some little bird
trying' to fly away or something'.

You want to end up
cleaning the motel rooms

for a living'?

That's right.
Ain't nobody want this job.

I'm the only fool
Beauchamp can pay to do it.

You better stay in school
else you'll end up like me.

Now, tell me why you
ain't in school.

- On account of my legs
being all broke out.

- Hm.

How long have you had that?

- A while.

- You know I can
tell you how to cure that.

I can tell you right now.
Don't need to go to no doctor.

- Huh?

- Sadness.

You carrying' all that sadness
down low in your legs.

Not letting' it get up to your
heart, where it belongs.

You got to let
the sadness rise up.

- The principal thinks
it's contagious.

- Man ain't got no sense.

- He's got
all these certificates,

and they're framed
and hung up on his wall.

- I bet he ain't
got one for sense, huh?

I got to clean some more rooms.

You ain't gonna forget
what I told you though, are you?

- No, ma'am.
- What'd I tell you?

- To let the sadness rise.

- That's right.
You let the sadness rise on up.

- Hey! Disease boy!

- Here comes
your girlfriend, disease boy!

- Hey.

- Hey.

- I brought your homework.

- Thanks.

- That art teacher
was asking for you.

She had glue in her hair.

Why is this place called
the Kentucky Star?

- Because Beauchamp,
the owner,

he had a horse once,
named it Kentucky Star.

- Well, it's a stupid
name for a motel in Florida.

He must be extremely stupid.

Fine, then.

- I know where
there's a tiger.

- Where?

- Come on.

Well, we gotta walk
through the woods.

- Oh, well you can just give me
some of your clothes to wear.

I hate this outfit anyway.

- This way.

- Good Lord!

- Sorry.
We don't get much company.

- Oh, my goodness?

Where did you get them?

- I made 'em.

- Michelangelo,

the man who painted
the Sistine ceiling.

he sculpted too.

You're a sculptor.

You're an artist.

- No.

- Oh.

it's. perfect.

It's like looking into
a little wooden mirror.

- What are you looking at?

Come on,
give me some clothes

so we can go see the tiger.

- Here you go.

- Excuse me, may I have
some privacy, please?

- Right.

- Now show me this tiger.

- This is where
my mother grew up.

Right here in Lister.

And she always told herself

that if she ever made it
out of here,

she was not going to come back.

But now she's back

'cause my father had an affair
with his secretary.

whose name is Bridgette
and who can't even type

which is a really, really
bad thing for a secretary,

like, not to be able to do.

He's coming down here to get me.

Soon.

Next week, probably.

I'm definitely not staying here,
that's for sure.

- Ain't you worried
about messing up your shoes?

- No. I hate these shoes.

I hate every single piece
of clothing

that my mother makes me wear.

- This way.

- Does your mother
live with you?

- No.

- Where is she?

My mother's going to
open up a store downtown.

It's gonna be an art store.

She's gonna bring some culture
to this backward town.

She could sell some of
your wood sculptures.

- They ain't sculptures.
Just whittling. That's all.

- No, I said
they're sculptures.

- We got to be quiet.

Beauchamp don't want people
walking' around on his land.

- Is this his land?

- Yeah. Everything's his.
The motel, the woods.

Everything'.

- He can't own everything.

Besides, I don't care.
He can catch us.

He can put us in jail
for trespassing. I don't care.

- Well, if we're in jail,
we won't get to see the tiger!

- Where's your mother?

- Shhh! You got to be quiet.

- I do not have to be quiet!

I want to know
where your mother is!

You know. you don't know
how to talk to people.

I told you about my father
and my mother and Bridgette,

and you didn't even
say anything.

You won't even tell me
about your mother.

Keep your stupid secrets!
Keep your stupid tiger too!

I don't care!

- Wait up! Wait up!

- Well?

- She's dead.
My mama's dead.

- Okay.

- Well? Where's the tiger?

- Just hold on.
He's right around the back.

Oh.

- He's beautiful.

- Don't get too close.
He might not like it.

- It's just
like the poem.

- What?

- The one that goes
"Tiger, tiger, burning bright,

in the forests of the night."

It's just like that.

He burns bright.

Oh.

Yeah.

- What's he doing way out here?

- I don't know.
He's Beauchamp's, I guess.

- Beauchamp's what?
His pet?

- I don't know.

I just like to come out here
and look at him.

Maybe he does too.

That's selfish.

This isn't right for this tiger
to be in a cage.

It's not right.

- Well, we can't do
nothin' about it.

- We could let him go.
We could set him free.

- Nuh-uh.
There's all them locks.

- We could saw through them.

- No.

- We have to set him free.

- Nuh-uh.
It ain't our tiger to let go.

- But it is our tiger to save!

- Shhh!

It's a car.
A car's coming'!

It's Beauchamp!
We got to go. Come on!

- Is he behind us?

Stop shrugging
your shoulders at me.

I hate it.

I hate the way
you shrug all the time!

You look like a big stupid bird
flapping his wings!

- Rob!

- Yes, sir?
- Where you been?

- Oh, in the woods.

Did you finish all them jobs
I told you to do?

- Yes, sir.

- All right,
who you got with you?

- This is Sistine.

- Sistine.

this yours?

- Yes, it is.

- You live around here?

- For now.

- Your folks know
you're out here?

- I was going to
call my mother.

- We got a payphone
over the laundry room.

- In the laundry room?

- We don't got a phone
in the motel room.

- Well, can I have
some change at least?

- Oh, yeah.

- Do you want me
to go with you?

- No, I'll find it.
Thank you very much.

She certainly
seems to be a handful.

- Yes, sir.

- What's she doing'
in your clothes?

- Well, she had a dress on.

It was too pretty to wear
out in the woods.

- Okay.

All right, go on in.

Let's get that medicine
on your legs.

- Yes, sir.

- My mother's
coming to get me.

- Here's your clothes.

- How come you
don't have a phone?

- Hm. Ain't nobody
to call, I guess.

- I like to look up at things.

So do my mother and father.

That's how they met.

They were looking up at the
ceiling of the Sistine Chapel

and they weren't watching
where they were going

and bumped into each other.

That's why I'm named Sistine.

- I like your name.

- How did your mother die?

- Cancer.

- What was her name?

- I ain't supposed
to talk about her.

- Why not?

- Because.

My dad says it don't do no good
to talk about it.

He says that she's gone

and there ain't nothing
we can do about it.

That's why we moved here
from Jacksonville.

Because everybody
always wants to talk about her.

We moved here
to get on with things.

- That's my mother.

Okay. I'll come back tomorrow.

Then we'll make our plans
to let the tiger go.

- Sissy!
Baby, what in the world?

What in the world
are you doing out here?

Oh, good lord!
What have you got on?

- Clothes.

- Sissy!
You look like a hobo.

Get in the car.

Well, you must be Rob.
What's your last name, Rob?

- Horton.

- Horton? Are you related to
Seldon Horton, the congressman?

- Congressman?

- Mm-hm.

- No, ma'am.
I don't think so.

- Hm.
Sissy, get in the car.

She won't listen
to a word I say.

Her father is the only one
she'll listen to.

Her father, the liar.

- You're the liar!
You're the one who lies!

- Sistine! Good lord!

- Seat belt, Missy!
- I know!

Caroline.

Her name was Caroline.

Now?

- No, not yet.

- Hold your horses.

- Now?

- Yes, go ahead.
Plug it in.

There you go.

- Wow!

- Nice job, you two.

- You ever been to a zoo?

- I've been to
that one over in Sorley.

Place stunk to high heaven.

- Do you think them animals
minded being locked up?

- Well, nobody
asking' 'em if they minded.

- Do you think it's bad
keeping' animals locked up?

- You know,
when I wasn't but little,

my daddy brought me
a bird in a cage.

It was a little green
parakeet bird.

That thing was so small,

it could fit in the palm
of my hand.

I could see his little
heart beating'.

He would look at me and cock his
head like this, and like that.

I named him Cricket, on account
of him singing' all the time.

- And what happened to him?

- I let him go.

- You let him go?

- Yep.

I couldn't stand seeing' him
locked up in that cage,

so I let him go.

- So what happened?

- I got beat by my daddy.

He said I didn't do
that bird no favors.

All I did was give
some snake his supper.

- So you never saw him again?

- Mm-hm.

Though he comes flying through
my dreams every once in a while,

flitting' about and singing'.

- Is that why
you're humming' all the time?

Maybe.

- I know something
that's in a cage.

- Who don't?

- Where... where are you going?
No, no!

Don't you walk away from me!

- Hey! You do
what I tell you to do,

and you won't give me
no back talk.

- All right.

All right, all right, all right.

Well, look here.

We got you on the payroll now?

- No, sir.

- What?
- You're working' for free?

All right. That's what
I like to hear.

- Yes, sir.

- Mm-hm.

Ain't you supposed to be
in school, hm?

Or you done graduated already?

- I'm sick.

- Sick and tired
of school, I bet, huh?

Ain't got no mama
setting' down the rules for you.

You can just make up
your own rules, huh?

Well, listen, I got me a number
of deals going on right now,

a few more than I could
handle properly.

I was wondering' if maybe
a smart boy like you

was looking for a way to pick up
some extra spending money.

Yeah? Well, let me tell you
what I got cooking.

You like animals?

Of course, you do. What boy
doesn't like animals, right?

But do you like wild animals?

Yeah, coz I got me a wild animal
a couple of days back.

I got me a wild animal
like you wouldn't believe

right here on this property.

And I got plans for him.
I got some big, big, big plans.

Only thing is,

he, uh, needs some
taking care of, you know,

like some daily maintenance.

You following me, son?

- Yes, sir.

- All right.

Come on, get in the jeep,
I'll take you for a ride,

show you what I'm talking about.

- But I'm supposed
to be sweeping'.

- Says who?

What? That worthless daddy
of yours, huh?

He ain't the boss.
He ain't nobody's boss.

I'm the boss.

So when I say, "Let's go,"
you say, "All right."

So, let's go.

- All right.

Come on up.

Here, let me get that for you.
Put it in back.

Hah, don't worry about that.

That's just meat.

It won't hurt you.
Wipe your hands.

You ain't gonna
believe what I'm gonna show you.

- No, sir.

- What?

- No, sir.
- I ain't gonna believe it.

- Keep them eyes closed.
- Don't you cheat.

We're almost there.

Don't peek.
Don't peek.

All right.

All right.
You keeping' them closed?

- Yes, sir.

- All right.

Come here.

All right, almost there.

All right,
don't you be a cheater now.

Nobody likes a cheater.
- Yes, sir.

- All right.

Open up your eyes.

Tell me what you see.

It's a tiger!

- Hmm.
Damn straight!

King of the jungle.

And he's all mine!

- Wow! You own him?

- That's right.

A fellow I know,
he owed me some money.

He paid me with a tiger.

That's how real men do business.

In tigers.

- That's right.
Real men do business in tigers.

That's right.

- What are you going to do
with him?

- I'm weighing my options.

Maybe I was thinking about
putting him.

right up there
in front of the Kentucky Star,

bringing a whole bunch
of business to the motel.

Good boy.

Or maybe I'll just kill him.

Maybe I'll skin him up,
make me a tiger coat.

Can you imagine me
in a big old tiger coat, huh?

Dang,
I think I'd look good. Huh?

Anyway, I ain't completely
made up my mind yet.

But I'll tell you what,
he's a lot of work.

He has to eat meat twice a day.

That's where you come in.

I need you to come out here
and feed him for me

and I'll give you two dollars
every time you do it.

How's that sound?

- How do I get
the meat in the cage?

- I'm gonna show you.

Look here.

See these keys,
see this one little key

right here with
the red F on it, huh?

Don't pay any attention
to these keys now

because these keys
open the big door,

and the big tiger
will come out there

and he'll eat you for sure.
You understand?

So you take this little key
with red F.

Just go out here
to this little door.

You open up this little lock
here like that.

Yep. Aah.

Then, you got your meat.

Hah.

And you throw it in one piece
at a time just like this.

- Aah!

Damn!

Anyway,
that's all there is to it.

- What's the tiger's name?

- Name?

He don't have a name.

You don't need to name something

you're throwing
a piece of meat to, dummy.

Come on here, oh.
I'll introduce you properly.

Come on.

All right, Tiger,
see this kid here,

he's your new meal ticket,
not me. All right?

He's got the keys.
Take the keys.

He's got the keys, not me.
Understand?

All right.
Now, you two know each other.

You all right, boy?

- Y... yes, sir.

- Yeah? All right, well,
don't you worry about him.

You'll be all right.

He's stupid anyway.

All right.
Come here. Come here.

Now, this is our business deal.

It don't concern
nobody else, right?

All right, I want you
to take this bag of meat.

I want you to hide it somewhere.

Tomorrow, I'm going to
bring you another bag of meat.

And in the meantime.

you're gonna
keep your mouth shut.

Understand, boy?

- Is that you, Rob Horton?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Are you okay, Rob?

- Yes, ma'am.

- What you're
looking at, Missy?

- She's the art teacher
from school.

- Are you sure
you're okay, Rob?

- He already done
told you he's okay.

Now, why don't you
just take your purple hair

and head on
down the street, Missy.

- Make sure you come
and see me when you're back.

Your fly's open.

- Hey,
I told you to get.!

Remember what I told you.

- Yes, sir.
- All right.

- Hey! Leprosy boy!

- Hey, here's comes
your girlfriend, leprosy boy!

You gonna to kiss her?

- Yeah.
Kiss her. Kiss her.

- Let's go see the tiger!

Tigers are an
endangered species.

It's up to us to save him.

- We gotta be careful.
He peed all over Beauchamp.

- Did he really?
That's wonderful!

- He stunk terrible.

- That just means he was
spraying his territory,

marking what he owns.

Mr. Stupid doesn't realize
that the tiger really owns him!

- Watch out
he don't attack you.

- He won't.

Tigers only attack people
if they're desperately hungry.

- Well, this one ain't hungry.

- How do you know?

- Um, well,
he ain't skinny, is he?

He don't look starved.

Keys.

- What?

I got the keys to the cage.

- How?

Beauchamp.

He hired me to feed his tiger.
And he gave me the keys.

- All right!

Now, all we have to do is
open the locks and let him go!

- No.

- Are you crazy?

- It ain't safe.
It ain't safe for him.

My friend Willie May,

she had a bird
and let it go,

and it just got ate up.

- What?

You're not making any sense.

This is a tiger, not a bird.

And I don't know who
Willie May is, and I don't care.

You can't stop me
from letting this tiger go.

I'll do it without the keys.
I'll saw the locks off myself!

- Don't.

- Don't!

I can't wait for my dad
to come and get me.

When he gets here,

I'm going to make him
come out here

and set this tiger free.

That's the first thing we'll do.

- Don't.

I'll get you out of here.

I promise.

- I got you.

I got good hold of you.

This is terrible.
Just terrible.

- What is?

- It's just not right.

What are you doing?
Are you crazy?

- Now he can see the stars!

Look!
That's the Big Dipper!

Where?

Over here!

Do you see it?

- Oh, right. I see it.

It kinda looks like
the tail of a big bear.

You're right, it is.

You know, the Big Dipper
is really part of Ursa Major.

That means the Great Bear.

Oh.

I think
he sees the bear too.

- Yeah, he does!

You see?

That was the right thing to do.

Whoa, did you see
that shooting star?

Yeah, it was really fast.

If a tiger and a bear
got into a fight,

who do you think would win?

The tiger.

Especially if
it was our tiger.

I gotta call my mother.

She's gonna be mad.

I'll go with you.

Boo.

Hey.

- Hey, there.
Who's your friend?

- This is Sistine.

Sistine, meet Willie May.

She's the one I told you about.

Who had a bird and let it go.

- So what?

- So nothing.

So I had me a bird.

- Why are you
hanging around here,

trying to scare people?

I ain't trying to scare no one.

- Willie May works here.

That's right.

You know what? I know you.

You ain't got to
introduce yourself to me.

You were angry.

You got a whole world of
anger inside of you.

I know angry when I meet it.
Been angry most of my life.

- I'm not angry.

- Yeah, all right.
You a angry liar, then.

Here you go.

Ain't that just like God,
throwing you two together?

This boy
full of sorrow

carrying it all
low in his legs.

And you,

you're full of anger,

got it snapping
out of you like lightning.

You are a pair.
That's the truth.

- How tall are you?

- Six foot two.

I'm gonna get myself home.

But first,
let me give you some advice.

I already gave
this boy some advice.

You ready for yours?

Ain't nobody gonna rescue you.

You got to rescue yourself.

I think she's a prophetess.

- A what?

- A prophetess.

They're painted all over
the Sistine ceiling.

They're women
who God speaks through.

- Hm.

A prophetess.

Makes sense.

- You out in the woods
with that girl again?

- Yes, sir.

- Look over here, son.

Where'd this meat come from?

- Beauchamp.

- Beauchamp?

Beauchamp?

He hardly pay me enough
to get by,

and now he's giving us
his rotten meat.

He thinks I ain't man enough
to put meat on my own table?

I'll teach him a lesson.

I ought to.

Making me work
for less than nothing.

Giving us rotten meat.

Rotten meat!

- Damn him!

Nice and hot,
just like you like it.

- Thank you, darling.

- What?

It's chamomile.
It's your favorite.

- It's delicious, Robert.

- Mm-hm.

Then, what?

- I've got
something for you.

- No.

- Something I made
especially for you.

- Wow.

- I still don't know
how you do that.

That is beautiful.

- That's me, and that's you.

- I can see that,

thank you very much.

- It's my love here.

- Daddy.

- No, no.

Not right now.

Look, Rob.

I have never in my life
seen a prettier color of green.

Ain't it perfect?

- Yes, ma'am.

It looks like
the original green.

The first one that God
ever thought up.

- That's right.
The first-ever green.

Or maybe He made that
special green just for you.

- You think?
- Maybe.

You and me,
we see the world the same.

- Mm.

What are you talking about?

Green.

- Oh.

Yep, and then.

Hey.

- Hey.

- Where your lady friend at?

- School. But today's
only a half-day.

- Hm.

Why you giving me them
shifty-eyed looks?

- Um, I made you something.

- You made me something?

For real?

Mm-hm.

But you gotta put your hand out
and close your eyes.

- I ain't.

- You can look now.

- I ain't gotta look.
I know what this is.

It's Cricket.

- But you got to look at it
and tell me, did I do it right.

- I ain't gotta do
nothing but stay black and die.

- Come on, look at it.

That's the bird.

This the one.

- Now you don't have to dream
about him at night no more.

- That's right.

Well, who taught you how to
work a piece of wood like this?

- My mom.

- She taught you good.

- Yes, ma'am.

I know a wooden bird ain't
the same as a real one.

- Yeah,
that's all right, but.

it soothes my heart
just the same.

- My dad said
he ain't got no jobs

for me to do
'til this afternoon.

He said I could help
you out in the morning.

- Well, I'm sure
I can find something

for you to help me with.

It's not my fault
that you're broke,

damn idiot!

You came to me
and now you owe me big.

Plus interest!

You better put on
your thinking cap,

or there's going to be
consequences.

All right. All right.

- I'm dead serious.

Hey.

where's the prophetess?

- Huh?
- Willie May? Where is she?

- She's vacuuming.

- My mother found out

I was wearing
your clothes to school.

I'm in trouble.

I'm not supposed
to come out here anymore.

- You know, you don't always
have to get in fights.

Sometimes,
if you don't hit them back,

they'll just leave you alone.

- I want to get in fights.

I want to hit them back.
Sometimes, I hit them first.

I don't even know why.

- Oh.

I'm going to go
ask the prophetess

what we should do
with the tiger.

- No. You can't ask her
about the tiger.

Beauchamp said I ain't
supposed to tell nobody,

especially not Willie May.

- We need some answers.

- Well, look at you two.

- What's in your hand?

Oh.

Did Rob make it?

- He did.

- It almost looks alive.

Is it like your bird
that you let go?

- Just about exactly.

- I.

we need to ask you something.

- Well, ask away.

- If you knew about something
that was locked up in a cage,

something big and beautiful
that was locked away unfairly,

for no good reason,

and you had the keys
to the cage,

would you let it go?

- Oh, my God. What you two kids
got locked up in a cage?

- It's a tiger.

- A what?

- A tiger.

- Lord Jesus.
- It's true!

- All right.

Why don't you two
take me to where

you got this tiger
locked in a cage.

- This way!

All right.
Slow down. I'm coming.

Give an old woman
a chance to catch up.

Where are
you two going?

This ain't no place
for you two.

Lord God, Almighty!

Ain't no need to doubt
the fierceness of God

when He can make
something like that.

Who is the fool
that caged that tiger up?

He belongs to Beauchamp.

- Beauchamp.

If there's one person
in the world

don't need to be owning
no tiger, that's Beauchamp.

Damn fool.

- See? It's not right,
is it?

Just like how you told Rob
about your bird

and how you had to let it go.

- A bird, that's one thing.

Tiger belonging to Beauchamp,
that's a whole another.

- Tell Rob that he should
unlock the cage and let him go!

- I ain't.

What's this tiger supposed to do
once you let him go?

How's it going live?

- Panthers live
in these woods.

They survive.

- Used to.
Don't no more.

- You're not saying
what you believe?

You're not talking
like a prophetess.

- That's because
I ain't no prophetess.

I'm a person speaking the truth.

And the truth is
that ain't nothing

you could do for that tiger
except let him be.

- But it's not right.

That ain't got
nothing to do with it.

Sometimes right don't matter.

- I can't wait until my
father comes to get me.

He knows what's right.

He'll come out here
and set this tiger free.

- Your daddy ain't
coming to get you.

- My father is
coming to get me.

- No. He ain't.
He's a liar.

Like your mom said.

- You're the liar.
And I hate you.

Everybody at school
hates you, too.

Even the teachers.

And I hope I never,
ever see you again.

- She don't mean it.

She don't mean nothing
she's saying right now.

Stop it.

Listen to me.

You think I don't
wanna see that tiger

just rising on up
out of that cage?

Yeah.

Mm-hm.

I'd love to see that tiger
come right on up outta there

and make a meal
out of Beauchamp.

Serve him right for keeping a
wild animal locked up like that

and putting you
in the middle of this.

Giving you the keys to the cage.

Come on.

Come on up out of here.

- She's passed.

Sistine!

I got something to tell you.

- I'm not talking to you.

- I come to tell you
about the tiger.

- What about him?

I'm gonna let him go.

- You won't do it.

Yes, I will.

- I'm gonna do it, Sistine.

I'm gonna do it for you.

Oh, no.

Hey.

Is that "Mr. Stupid?"

- You out
getting your exercise?

Huh?

Well, speak up, boy!

- Yes, sir.

I know what you've been doing.

You out chasing the
girls, aren't you?

Hm. It's a man
after my own heart.

Huh?

This your girlfriend?

- No, sir.

- What's your name, little thing?

- Sissy.

- Sissy!
- That's really pretty.

That's the kind of name
that's worth running

down the road after,
isn't it, huh?

I got you some more goods.

I'm gonna leave them over
behind the office, all right?

Remember to leave
your worthless daddy

out of this, right?

- Yes, sir.

- Mm-hm, good.

I've got some manly business
with your daddy over there, so.

You two, you stay out
of trouble, all right?

- Yes, sir.
- Okay.

- So nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too, Sissy.

- What a bozo.

He may not be the stupidest
man in the world,

but I'll bet he's related.

He's afraid, you know.

He's afraid of the tiger.

That's why he's
making you feed him.

- Yeah. You're right.

I'm sorry.

What I said about
your daddy earlier.

- I don't want
to talk about my father.

It doesn't matter.
What matters is the tiger.

Come on, let's go set him free.

Hurry! Hurry up!

Hurry, get the other lock!

Now open the door.

- You know, he ain't eaten
nothing in two days.

I'll bet he's pretty hungry.

- So what?

- What if he eats us?

- He won't.
We're his emancipators.

Okay.

Get out of the way.

Go on.

- You're free.

Get out!

- Go on, get!

- We see the world
the same.

- She's passed.

Crying ain't

gonna bring her back.

Crying ain't gonna
bring her back.

Get out of the cage!

Did you hear me?
Get out!

Get out!

Did you hear me?

Get out!
Get out of the cage!

Get out!

- He's leaving.

Watch.

- Go on, be free.

- Oh, my.

See.

that was the
right thing to do.

- Yes. It was
the right thing to do.

- He's free! We did it!

He's free.

- We did it!

He's free! He's free!

- Sistine!

Sistine!

- Are you okay?

- I don't know.
Something took my breath away.

- Come on. Let's go.

No!!!!!!!!

Dear Jesus.

- What did you do?

You're a liar.

- Come on.
- You're a liar.

- Come on.
You know I ain't lying.

I wouldn't in there.
- No, you are.

- You saw where it was.

Come on, Beauchamp.
- Hm.

- I ain't touching you.

- Come on, huh?

Come on! Come on! Come on!

No!!

No! No!

What did you do?

- He was so beautiful.

- He was magnificent.

- He didn't deserve
to be locked up in a cage.

He deserved to be free.

What did you do?

What'd you do!

You killed him!

- I had to.

That was my tiger!
You killed him!

You killed my tiger!

It was mine!

I hate you!
You ain't the one I need!

I need her! I need her!

You say her name!

Say it!

Caroline.

- Caroline.

- Caroline.

I need her.

- I need her too.

But we don't got her.

Neither one of us.

Hey, listen.

What we got, all we got
is each other.

Okay. We got to learn
to work do with that.

- I ain't gonna cry.

- That's all right, buddy.

It's all right.
It's gonna be okay.

You're gonna get through this.
We both will.

- You ain't gonna come
pounding on me now, is you?

- No, ma'am.

Good shot.

- He's in heaven now.

He'll be just fine.

You all right?

He gonna be fine.

- Yeah.

- You were right.

My father's not coming
to get me.

And.

it's okay.

I didn't mean what I
said about you before,

and I really,
really don't hate you.

Not at all.

You're my best friend.

That's all right.

- Is this yours?

It's beautiful.

- You can keep it.

if you want.

For years, I wondered

if we did the right thing
opening that cage.

but I knew we had to.

I can still hear
the sound of that gunshot

like it was yesterday.

I thought I would die
of a broken heart

along with the tiger.

but I didn't.

In fact, that was the day
I started to look at life

in a whole new way.

Grateful for the things I had,

and at peace with
what would never come back.

We were all freed
from our cages that day.

We learned that there are
just some things

that you can't keep
locked away forever.

Like memories and heartache.

And tigers.