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- Here.

(Snakey chuckling)

- Can we pet him?

- No.

No, he might bite you.

I just caught him
a couple hours ago.

You can touch him,
but that's all.

- You're doing more
than just touching him.

- That's different.

He knows that I'm
part snake myself.

There.

Now you touch him,
but gentle like.

Don't you hurt him now.

- Gosh, he's big.

- [Snakey] You gonna try and
get me some mice next time?

- Don't you worry, Snakey.

- You don't get me
some mice, you know,

my snakes is gonna be
suffering from a mouse famine.

Ronnie, get out of there!

- You got a snake in that car.

Can't we see him too?

- No, you can't!

- Why?

- I'll bet I let
you touch 100 snakes

since we been doing
business together.

Ain't that so?

- Yes sir, at least.

- Maybe more.

And you ain't never got bit?

And you ain't never
been scared very bad

since you first
worked up nerve enough

to touch your first rattler.

Have you?

- No, no sir.

- Nobody ever gets hurt

if he uses his head and listens.

And minds his own business.

- I bet it's a coral snake.

- It's a cobra.

I can tell by the way
that the sack moves.

- Now look here.

I don't want no guessing.

- I don't see why we
just can't look at him.

- I'll tell you why.

It's because he's a very
special kind of snake.

And he ain't got nothing
in common with little boys.

As a matter of fact, he
don't even like little boys.

- It's Brother Joy!

- All right, you
boys better scatter.

You don't want him
on your backs, too.

Now go on.

Get out of here.

I'll see you next Wednesday.

Scat!

(auctioneer chanting
over loudspeaker)

- I see you're still
involving children

in your elicit trafficking
of God's little creatures.

- Well if them mice and lizards
is God's little creatures

what the hell do
you call my snakes?

- All serpents do the
work of the devil.

- Hmm.

Well mine happen to work for
the University of Chicago!

And they gotta eat!

- Perhaps they do.

But do you have to
compound your sin?

Must you tempt the
children of our community

with your blood money?

- Oh, horse feathers!

Their daddies are over
there in that auction barn

right now selling
God's big creatures!

Are they taking blood money?

- That's an
interesting comparison.

But misleading.

I wonder how many others might
be confused on that point.

Could make an illuminating
topic for my sermon next Sunday.

Perhaps if the
parents understood

the moral ramifications of
your unholy Wednesday dealings,

then--
- Now you listen to me,

you sanctimonious
son of a bitch.

(drum rolling)

If you want to hang
onto your Sundays,

you better pray to God
that nothing happens

to my Wednesdays!

- Brother Palmer.

Brother Holden, how
good to see you.

As you recall, you asked me
to look you up on Wednesday,

and here I am.

- Darned if you
ain't, Brother Joy.

And it's the right day, too.

I can guarantee you,
it ain't Tuesday,

and it ain't Thursday,
'cause Snakey Bender is here,

and Snakey Bender is
Mr. Wednesday himself.

Did you know that?

- Yes, I am very much aware

of when Mr. Bender
comes to town.

- Hey, Snakey!

(both laughing)

- Hiya, Burt.

- How you doing?

- Holden, I'll be going if
it's all right with you.

- Oh, it's all
right with me, Bud.

Look, you be sure and
get that water pump

at my house fixed tomorrow.

- Don't you worry none.

It'll be running just swell

by the time you get
back with your bride.

(Burt exhaling)

- Well.

Now you know.

Burt Holden's off to
the city tomorrow,

and he's bringing back a wife.

Guess there's no real reason
to keep that a secret.

- Well, congratulations
are certainly in order!

Nothing in this universe of ours

is more beautiful
than heaven's own

sublime state of matrimony.

- Oh by God, it's
getting deeper out here

than it is in the auction barn!

- Who is she?

A local girl?

- Oh no, she's more
of a central city.

Her name's Ivy.

To tell the truth, Brother Joy,

Ivy's kind of funny
about religious things.

We're just gonna do it over
there in the courthouse.

And then later, as
she gets to know you,

I will put her to
getting in the church.

- Bless your heart.

- Hey!

Snakey!

Hey, listen, Snakey!

Listen!

- I'm listening.

- Have you been to
the post office yet?

- Nope.

- Well, there might
be a new album.

Going?

- Always have and always will.

- See you at the
house at eight, right?

- Right.

- Don't you be late now.

- I never have been,
and I never will be.

(car engine starting)

- That snake man and his
brood are becoming a problem.

- Yeah.

I think he's pretty
mad at me right now.

- You provide him with
a home on your ranch,

free of charge, I hear.

- Oh, he's lived on our old
homestead place for years,

ever since it burned and
I decided to move to town.

- I also hear he has your ranch

literally crawling
with serpents.

Don't do much for real
estate values, does it?

(Burt laughing)

And it is unnatural,
Brother Holden.

Unnatural.

- Not for Snakey, it ain't.

He's perfectly
content, believe me.

As long as him and the
snakes have plenty to eat.

(laughing)

- That's just the
point, Brother Holden.

He's using the children
of this community

to help him round up
helpless little animals

to throw to that pack of vipers!

Placing them children
in extreme moral

and physical danger!

You have to make him stop it!

- Whoa now, whoa Brother Joy.

I don't know if anybody can
make Snakey Bender do anything.

- At least talk to him, I,

I'd appreciate it.

Now.

About our own business
of the building fund

for the new church.

- Oh yes.

- Deacon Barker tells
me that you intend

to fulfill your entire
$1500 pledge today.

- Yeah, got my check right here.

- Brother Holden,
I've been thinking.

Why don't you just hold onto
that check until tonight?

If yours is the first donation
at the building fund rally,

that should set a
marvelous example

for the rest of the
congregation to follow.

- I'm sorry, but
this is Wednesday.

I'm always busy on
Wednesday nights.

- Then I just have to tell them

that yours is the
first donation.

It'll still be a
marvelous example.

(lively banjo music playing)

- Snakey Bender, if
I catch you driving

on the wrong side of the
street one more time,

I'm gonna give you a ticket.

I don't care if
you do come to town

only one day a week.

- Okay, Al.

- Is that all you got to
say about it, okay Al?

- What the hell do
you want me to say?

I weren't breaking
the law on purpose.

That's the way I been
aiming at the post office

for a long time.

- Hot damn.

Here comes little old
miss peaches and cream.

- Now, Sis.

You leave her alone.

She's mine.

- She's been yours
since last September

and all it got you was
a pain in the pants.

From now on, she's ours.

- My goodness, Miss Williams,
you sure are carrying

a big load there for
such a little lady.

- Just put it here
by the cash register.

That's right.

Just leave them
there until you get

all through with your shopping.

- Thank you.

- My, I just don't
know how you do it,

staying so fresh and pretty

after a full day with all
them yelling youngins.

- Oh, it's not all that bad.

Besides, I'm used
to the children.

Thank you.

Oh.

What?

Oh, oh!

- You have to spank
any of them today?

- Oh, Mr. Palmer, we teachers
don't spank much anymore.

Things have changed
since you were in school.

- Boy, you can say that again.

- I can remember my
teacher really blistering

some of them boys.

- Oh?

- Yeah, I got a couple
of belts myself.

Once, she almost broke her hand

when she tried to hit my--

- Oh!

Oh!
- Oh!

- Oh, oh!

I am so sorry.

- Okay, it's okay.

Would you like a sody pop?

- Oh, yes.

I mean, that would be wonderful.

If it's not too much trouble.

- Oh, it's no trouble.

And you call me Bud.

- Yeah, get one for all of us.

Oh, say, how about some cookies?

- Oh, I don't know
if I should take time

for both, Ms. Palmer.

- Sis.

- Sis.

- [Sis] Cynthia?

- [Cynthia] Why yes,
how did you know?

- Oh, I got ways and means.

- Oh.

- Tell me, how do
you spell that?

S-I-N?

- No, no.

C-Y-N.

(both laughing)

S-I-N.

Oh, that's very clever.

I never thought of that before.

Sin.

- Maybe you ought to
think about it more often.

Oh say, why don't we
go right next door

to our house where we
can relax and enjoy this?

- Oh, do you live
right next door?

- Yeah, and we got
bedrooms and everything.

- Oh, well I don't
think I should--

- Oh now listen, Cynthia.

We can't leave the store
closed but a minute,

and we can't drink these here.

It's against the
law, or something.

We can go right
out the back door.

- Well, just for one moment.

- Now you let me just take
these off your little hands.

Here we go.

- Hey, Sis.

Where in thunder you
hiding the pork and beans?

- Oh!

Mr. Bender, I'm so
glad to see you.

I want to show you something.

- You stupid!

- I locked it, honest
Sis, I locked it!

- The children were simply
thrilled with your visit

last week, and the
snakes you showed them,

well, they haven't stopped
talking about them all week.

Here, Mr. Bender.

This is for you.

They asked me to make
you read it out loud.

- Let me go pitch his head off.

- No, she's too much a
lady to hang around now.

- Dear Mr. Snakey Bender.

We thank you very much
for coming to our school

and telling us all about snakes.

- Oh, she'll be back.

- We learned a lot, and we
hope you will come back soon.

We wanna know more
about your snakes.

Yours truly, the
fourth grade class.

- They wrote it
all by themselves.

I didn't correct one word.

- Well, you tell them
I really appreciate it.

- [Cynthia] I will.

- Come on, the least we
can do is act friendly.

- They told me to
tell you they hope,

we all hope, you'll
come back real soon.

I almost forgot my root beer.

I really don't
think I'll have time

to finish it all, though.

- You come back again, Cynthia,

whenever you get the time.

- Thank you, Sis.

I really do have to get home.

Grade school teachers
never have a minute's rest.

- Well I'll be dogged.

They have all kinds
of pork and beans.

How come you moved 'em?

Thank you, Bud.

I reckon I'll take a few
extra cans this week.

Uh-uh.

Put 'em on my tab, Bud.

- Uh-uh.

No more credit.

You already owe us for two
months' groceries as it is.

And you owe Sis five bucks
for putting two shipments

of snakes on the express truck.

- I ought to let Bud
pop your head off

like he does them slithering,
slimy snake friends of yours.

Except you ain't got enough
tail to get a hold of.

(Sis laughing)

- I'll pay you next Wednesday.

- Don't give him no
more credit, Sis.

- Sack the groceries.

Take a couple of taffies.

They're on the house.

- No thank you.

- Oh, go on.

They're free.

I give them to all my customers.

Get out there, get out
there, get out there.

(lively banjo music playing)

(Snakey spitting)

(panting)

- Well, what's the
matter, Snakey?

Don't you like my taffy?

(drum rolling)

(both laughing)

(car engine starts)
(tires squealing)

(crickets chirping)

(soft country music playing)

* If you had the time

* And always burden my dreams

* I need them done

* I need you my dear

* I know that

(loud choral music playing)

* Lord you been
preaching so long *

* That a print on your arm

* Is priceless

* If one could be found

(choral music blaring)

* Well you can go

- Hey Al.

Can you kick it up a little bit?

* This illusion's still strong

* In your mind

(loud exciting
band music blaring)

* My dear

(band music grows louder)

Hey Al.

- Left right, left right,
left right, left right,

left right, left right,
left right, left right!

Left right, left
right, left right,

left right, left
right, left right!

(whooping loudly)
(both laughing)

- Man!

- That "Stars and
Stripes Forever"

is just plum inspirational!

Makes a man wanna grab a
gun and start marching!

- Yeah!
(both laughing)

Well, if you think that's good,

you shoulda heard John
Philip Sousa himself.

- Yeah, you told me
you heard him once!

- Yeah.

- But go on, tell it again!

(both laughing)

- Well.

It was back in 1928, in a
real big auditorium back east.

And that place was
packed with people.

Well, Sousa and his boys

was playing all the
very best marches,

like "The Thunderer",
and "El Capitan",

and "Semper Fidelis", and
"The Daughters of Texas"!

(both whooping)

Well, it wasn't till the
very last of that program

that he played "The Stars
and Stripes Forever",

which, of course, is his
very best composition.

The first time through, they
played it in a normal manner,

but the second time, wowee!

While the drums was booming,

the flutes and the
piccolos and the coronets

and the trumpets, they
all marched right down

to the front of the
stage, and they line up,

military like, and man!

That whole band,
they all cut loose!

(Burt laughing)

Well!

(whooping)

That audience say, including me,

they got to their
foot, just like Sousa

was playing "The
Star Spangled Banner"

instead of "The Stars
and Stripes Forever",

and when that number was ended,

the audience and me,
we was on our feet,

and you never heard
such clapping and
cheering and stomping!

I thought that noise
was gonna bring

the roof down on our heads.

But I didn't care none.

I was making just as much
noise as everybody else!

- Oh, I sure wish I coulda
been there to see that!

(laughing)

- This record's got one whole
side of Sousa's marches.

"Corcoran Cadets", "Hands
Across the Sea", "Thunderer",

and "Semper Fidelis".

- Look, Snakey.

I gotta be hitting the
sack if I'm gonna get up

early in the morning.

- You mean you're gonna marry
that little dancing girl?

- That's what I said, wasn't it?

- Burt.

Have you gone and forgotten
what happened to you

last time you got
mixed up with a woman?

You're still paying a
whopping big sum of money

every month for that mistake.

- Well, that won't
happen with Ivy.

Now believe me, this girl
is a real little honey.

And boy howdy, has
she got a build.

Just wait till you meet her.

She's got talent, too.

Why, I can sit and watch
her dance all night long.

She makes 200 a
week in that club.

- Well, then I reckon
we aren't gonna have

no concert here next
Wednesday night.

- Why?

You gonna get sick or something?

Somebody gonna steal my stereo?

(laughing)

- Well shucks, you with
a new wife and all.

I figures--

- Oh, Snakey, you ain't
nothing but an old worrywart.

Now look, how many times
we missed our band concerts

in the past few years?

- Not once.

But--
- But what?

I'll tell you but what.

You just be here next Wednesday
night at eight, Mister.

You hear?

(soft country music playing)
(crickets chirping)

* It wouldn't mean a thing

* If they didn't come from you

* All the things you do to me

* Are the ones that
thank god most *

* It's the little
things that matter *

* The little things
that make me gladder *

* That when I'm alive

* Living and loving you

* It's all the little
things I love *

* That makes me love you

(knocking at door)

- What are you doing
here this early?

I told you never to
come here this early.

- Well, it couldn't be helped.

Burt and me didn't have
much of a concert tonight.

- Well you could have
waited a while longer.

- Well, let's go on in.

Lucifer is getting
a bit anxious.

(soft tense music)

- [Cynthia] Snakey,
please give him to me.

Oh.

Oh.

(Cynthia moaning)

(Cynthia moaning loudly)

(Cynthia panting)

(Cynthia moaning loudly)

- See you next
Wednesday, Miss Williams.

(crickets chirping)

(pounding at door)

- Hiya, Cynthia.
- Howdy, Cynthia.

- Bet you're
surprised to see us.

- Why yes, I am a little.

- Well, Bud and me
thought it was high time

we paid you a little visit,

so here we are.

- That was very nice of you,

but isn't it sort
of late, I mean?

- We was here earlier, but
we didn't want to bust in

on your other company.

- Other company?

Oh my goodness.

- Now Bud, you shouldn't
have said that.

You're frightening
our little bird.

Now don't you worry
none, Cynthia.

Bud and me know how
to keep a secret.

- Darn right, we do.

- But you're taking a chance.

If them prudes on the
school board find out

that you're carrying on with
the likes of Snakey Bender,

they could cause
you some trouble.

- Oh, but it isn't what
you think, I mean--

- Shh.

You don't have to explain
anything to us, Cynthia.

(dark tense music)

At least not now, anyways.

- [Bud] No.

After you, Cynthia.

(auctioneer chanting
over loudspeaker)

(cattle bleating)

- The boys show up yet?

- They'll be here.

Don't you worry none.

They'll be here.

- I don't think
so, Brother Bender.

I don't think so.

You see, they have no real
reason to see you now,

since they released
their little animals.

In fact, they will probably
experience a temporary

sense of betrayal, and
would therefore suffer shame

in your presence.

Ah, but isn't that infinitely
better than suffering shame

in the presence of God?

- I told you to leave
my Wednesdays alone.

Now what'd you tell them boys?

- Nothing.

I simply stood by and
witnessed with approval

as Miss Williams
enlightened them.

- That's a lie.

She loves snakes
as much as I do.

- Maybe more?

Nevertheless, she
found it in her heart,

and her own best interest,
to do God's bidding.

The truth is that she
spoke to the children.

I said not word one to 'em.

- You did his
dirty work for him?

- No, I didn't!

I mean, I didn't want to.

He told me he was gonna
go to the school board.

- Oh.

Okay.

Okay.

I gotta figure out some
way to feed my snakes.

They've gotta have live food.

Don't you be surprised
none if I'm late tonight.

- Snakey?

Don't come to my house tonight.

There won't be any
more Wednesday nights.

- What the hell's
wrong with you?

What about you and
me and my snakes?

- I want Lucifer.

I'll buy him from you.

I'll pay you whatever you ask.

- What about you, and me?

- You thought that,

how could you possibly think
there was something between us?

I mean, something really?

Snakey, I can't believe
that you would think

there was something between us.

- By god!

You women are all liars!

(dramatic band music)

You're all willing
to buy or sell love

just as soon as somebody
drops his pants,

and when the going gets
rough, you're onto the bushes,

and leave the man behind,
looking like a damn fool!

There ain't one of
you can be trusted!

That's why no man

ever ought to get
himself married.

Not me, not Burt, nobody!

And Lucifer ain't for sale.

(door slams)

- I swear, you're the
sneakiest man I've ever seen.

One of these days
I'm gonna swat you

for popping up out of nowhere.

- I want to pay up
my bill in full.

- Well.

Ain't you gonna stock
up on some groceries

before you pay up?

- [Snakey] I ain't
trading here no more.

- Well, now what do you
think about that, Bud?

- I say good riddance.

- Well now that just shows you

how different a brother
and sister can be.

Now as for me, I
appreciate your business.

Why, I wouldn't dream
of letting you shop

anywhere else for
your groceries.

- [Snakey] How
you gonna stop me?

- Easy, that's how.

Bud and I know all about you
and that little schoolteacher.

And I mean all.

I can guarantee you, she'll
back our story to the hilt.

She's on our side now.

Not yours.

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

- Oh, don't be coy, Snakey.

- You're crazy if you
think you can force me

to trade here, Sis Palmer.

- That's exactly
what I wanna do.

You got yourself in a
corner, Mr. Snake Man.

And I ain't about
to let you get out.

- Hey Snakey, there's
a friend of yours

crawling out of your car, there.

Oh no you don't.

Hey Sis, come here!

- (laughing) Got him!

You go do that one thing
you're good at, boy.

(snake thudding)

(dark tense music)

- He's all yours now, Snakey.

(emotional music)

- See you next Wednesday, hear?

(Bud chuckling)

Good boy.

(drum rolling)

(crickets chirping)
(soft tense music)

(knocking at door)

(knocking at door)

- I'm Jim Bender.

I'm a friend of Burt's.

- Oh.

Um, Burt's taking
his bath right now.

I'm Mrs. Holden.

But if you're a
friend of Burt's,

I guess you ought
to call me Ivy.

Burt, Jim Bender
here to see you.

- Snakey.

- Excuse me?

- Snakey.

Folks round here call me Snakey.

- Oh, yes.

Of course.

I remember now.

You catch snakes for a living,

and you and Burt listen
to band music together.

- Yes, ma'am.

We have a band concert
every Wednesday night.

- And tonight is
Wednesday night.

- Yeah.

- Burt!

Where are you?

You got company.

Well now looky here, Mr. Bender.

I think we're gonna
have a problem.

- You see these
speakers on the wall?

They make you feel
like you're right

in the middle of the band!

- Yeah, I'll bet.

(Snakey laughing)

- Oh, Burt and me has
had some high old times

right here in this room.

- Like I said, Snakey.

I think we're gonna
have a problem.

Married life isn't like
single life, you know?

Burt's gonna have to
make some changes.

- Did Burt say that?

- No, but I'm sure
he'll see it my way.

- Why are you interfering
with our Wednesday nights?

Ain't none of your affair.

- This is my house
now as much as Burt's.

You have no right--

- I do have a right!
(drum rolling)

Wednesday night is my night.

And Burt's.

Now you listen to
me, you're nothing

but an outsider, a newcomer.

You be careful when you
start talking about changes.

- Burt?

Burt!

Where are you?

Get on in here.

- Hey, Snakey!

Hey, good to see you!

(Snakey laughing)

- Howdy, Burt.

- Well, how do you like her?

She's a little old
honey, isn't she?

Ivy, this is Snakey Bender.

The fellow I was
telling you all about.

- Oh you silly, he
introduced himself.

How do you think I
was able to tell you

who was calling, huh?

(Burt laughing)

- Well, we're gonna have a
lively concert in here tonight.

- What's that?

- Well, it's
Wednesday night, Burt.

- Well, I know it's
Wednesday night,

but look Snakey, we've been
married for less than a week,

and well, we kinda
already had something

planned for tonight.

(laughing)

- Burt, we ain't missed
a concert in years.

- Well, it won't hurt us
to miss this once, will it?

Probably do us good.

And besides, look, we're
leaving tomorrow for Mexico.

Going down there for
a little honeymoon.

- How long you gonna be gone?

- I don't know, about
two, maybe three weeks.

- And you won't be here
next Wednesday night?

And maybe not even the next?

And maybe not even
three weeks from now?

- Now look, Snakey.

You quit acting
like a little child.

Now that band concert just ain't

all that godawful important.

(door slams)

(funky upbeat music)

- Snakey?

Ho, Snake!

(knocking at door)

Morning, Snakey.

- Howdy, Burt.

- Bud went over to Central
City to pick up some stuff,

so I come out here
to do the feeding.

- I thought you was
leaving today for Mexico.

- Look, Snakey.

The real reason I come out here

was to see you.

- Oh, you don't have to
apologize to me, Burt.

You just got married.

When you come back from Mexico,

we can start right back just
like nothing ever happened.

- You don't understand.

I have a wife to think of now--

- Yeah, of course you do.

And there ain't no reason
why the three of us

can't attend our
concerts instead of two.

I've always heard,
the bigger the crowd,

the better the music.

What do you got there?

Can I give you a hand?

- Snakey.

There won't be anymore
Wednesday night concerts.

- I don't guess I do understand.

- Snakey, it's Ivy.

You gotta give young
girls special attention.

Sort of full time
attention, in fact.

- I can't believe it's
Burt Holden speaking.

Ain't you ever gonna have
a mind of your own anymore?

- Look, Snakey.

I'm giving you all
this stuff here.

All the stereo components.

Speaker, turntable,
amplifiers, everything.

Records and all.

- Aw, that damn dancing girl!

You ought to be
ashamed of yourself.

- You better watch what you
say about my wife, mister!

- I knew she was gonna
make trouble for us.

I could see the way she was
acting with you last night,

wriggling around,
dropping her clothes.

- You spied on me?

- You ought to keep
your eyes open!

She's just trying to
take you, that's all!

She's a gold digger!

Just a selfish
little gold digger!

- You can't talk like that!

(dark dramatic music)

You ungrateful old fool!

I ought to kick
you off this place!

Well those Wednesday
night concerts

would have never gotten
started in the first place

if it wasn't for my generosity!

Well don't you expect me
to be generous anymore!

(Burt yelping)
(dark ominous music)

(slow foreboding music)

(car crashing)

- [Sis Voiceover]
Find out all about you

and that little schoolteacher.

And I mean all.

And I can guarantee you,
she'll back our story

to the hilt.

She's on our side now.

Not yours.

- [Cynthia Voiceover] Don't
come to my house tonight.

There won't be any
more Wednesday nights.

- [Brother Joy Voiceover]
I simply stood by

and witnessed with approval

as Miss Williams
enlightened them.

- [Cynthia Voiceover] What
are you doing here this early?

I told you never to
come here this early!

- [Sis Voiceover] What's
the matter, Snakey?

Don't you like the ranch?

I ought to let Bud
pop your head off

like he does them slithering,
slimy snake friends of yours.

- [Brother Joy] All
serpents work for the devil.

(knocking at door)

- Where's my husband?

He was supposed to
be here hours ago.

- Well, he's out at the ranch.

He sent me in after you.

- Burt sent you after me?

- Yeah, the chores he had to do

turned out to be more
than he expected.

- Well what does he want me for?

To hold a flashlight
while he ropes a steer?

- I don't know what
he wants you for.

But he's gonna be awful
mad if you don't show up.

- He's gonna be mad?

I am the one who's mad.

We were supposed to have left
on our honeymoon hours ago.

- Are you coming or not?

- Oh, I don't know why
I should, but I will.

What do you think you're
doing with those suitcases?

- He told me to
bring them along.

Maybe you're leaving for
Mexico from the ranch.

(drum rolling)

(tense music)

(dark foreboding music)

- Where's Burt?

Where is he?

What is going on here anyway?

- Don't bother to look for him.

He's dead.

You turned him against me.

Now you shouldn't ought
to have done that.

I warned you not to interfere

with our Wednesday
night concerts.

Now you come along with me.

- No!

- Wait a minute--
- Let me go!

(Ivy screaming)

(snake hissing)

(Ivy screams)

(Ivy whimpering)

(screaming)

(Ivy sobbing)

Help!
- Come on!

- Help!

- Give me your hand!

(Ivy shrieking)

(whimpering)

(Ivy sobbing)

Go on, get up.

Get up!

Come on.

(tense music)

You stay there.

Follow me.

Get up.

Now you stay there.

Come on.

Get in there.

- No, please.

I don't--

- Hurry up!

Or I'll throw you
down the ladder!

Get down there.

- What are you gonna do with me?

- I'm gonna teach you a
thing or two about suffering.

(Ivy sobbing)
Now get!

(dark foreboding music)

- What you doing here?

How dare you come into my
house without knocking?

(Snakey chuckling)

You get out of here!

Get out!

- I'm getting out.

But you're going with me.

Brother Joy, I walked all
the way into town to see you,

just so you could
have the pleasure

of driving me back home.

(drum rolling)

(dark foreboding music)

You just stay put.

I want you to rub it
all over yourself.

Your arms, your legs.

Your chest.

Come on, on your shins.

That's enough.

So, you're a little hungry, huh?

(Snakey chuckling)

This here cottonmouth,

he ain't ate for
three weeks now.

Now, Brother Joy.

You committed a pretty bad
crime against my snakes

when you cut off
their food supply.

- Brother Bender,
as God as my judge--

- I don't need his help.

Already judged you myself,
and you're guilty as hell.

What we're discussing
here is your punishment.

- Brother Bender, Snakey,

I'll do anything.

Only don't kill me.

- You're wasting
your breath on me.

The boy you ought to be
talking to is right here.

Mr. Cottonmouth himself.

Because he's gonna
be a combination
jury and executioner.

And if he decides
to let you go free,

then I'll let you live,

but it's all up to him.

That's why I had you rub
the fish all over yourself,

to help him make up his mind.

You see, a cottonmouth,
he'll strike at anything

that smells a little fishy.

- Oh my god.

Please, God!

- Well, I don't know.

You may be able to get
God to intercede for you,

but it don't hardly
seem possible.

Seeing as how he's the
one who gave this snake

his appetite for fish
in the first place!

(dark tense music)
(Snakey chuckling)

(Ivy screaming)

You better stay put.

Movement makes him nervous.

(tense foreboding music)

- No!

Don't!

(dark foreboding music)

Forgive me, God.

(Ivy sobbing)

- No!

(dark tense music)

(car crashing)

(drum rolling)

(lively band music)

(door opening)

(hammering on wood)

(rock clinking)

(hammering)

(clinking)

(hammering)

(knocking against rock)

- [Bud] Mrs. Holden!

What are you doing in there?

- Would you help me, please?

Get me out of here?

Hurry!

(Ivy gasps)

(dark foreboding music)

- Well hi, Snakey.

- Sure glad you're here, Bud.

You saved me the trouble
of coming to get you.

(snakes rattling)

Bud.

This ought to be a
real picnic for you.

All you gotta do
is snatch 'em up

before they coil, and
pop their heads off.

(chuckling)

Open your eyes, girl!

(tense dramatic music)

(Bud shrieking)

- Oh god!

No!
(Snakey cackling)

(Ivy screaming)

(Bud shrieking)

(Ivy screams)

(dark dramatic music)

(Ivy screaming)

(car crashing)

(exciting band music)

(slow tense music)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

What are you doing calling me?

I told you the other day, I--

- No, I won't come
in there no more.

Don't you worry about that.

But that ain't no reason
why you can't come out here

to the ranch.

- No, I couldn't.

- Well, you always wanted to
see my whole snake collection.

This here's your chance.

- I shouldn't.

Hundred?

Hundred?

No, I can't.

I tell you, I absolutely can't.

(slow tense music)

Snakey?

(knocking at door)

Snakey?
(knocking at door)

- I see you're already
enjoying my friends.

- Oh Snakey, they're
just beautiful.

And there's so many.

But where's Lucifer?

- Forget Lucifer.

- I hope you aren't
angry with me anymore.

You must understand,
I didn't want to make

the boys turn their
animals loose,

and the other things I said, I--

- We ain't gonna
talk about that now.

Now, how do you want
to get acquainted

with my other snakes?

Maybe several of
them at one time?

- Could I?

(slow tense music)

- Yeah.

- Oh!

My goodness.

- This here's the king
snake you was admiring.

Now this species
is the prettiest

and the gentlest of all snakes.

Gentlest, that is, where
human beings are concerned.

But he's a cannibal
with other snakes.

- Oh.

Put that naughty little
boy around my neck.

(Cynthia moaning)

(Cynthia moans)

- I got you a bull snake here.

Now they get pretty big,

and he makes quite a
show with his hissing.

- Oh!

Ooh!

(Cynthia panting)

- Now here I got you a big boa.

He's pretty strong.

And he likes to squeeze things.

(Cynthia moaning)
(Snakey chuckles)

- Oh baby!

Oh!

Oh!

(Cynthia panting)

- This one here's a longnose.

He likes to burrow.

- Oh, my lovely darlings!

Oh!

Oh!

My precious little boys!

Oh!

(Cynthia panting)

(dark tense music)

(Cynthia panting)

- Miss Williams.

Miss Williams?

I got another snake for you.

- Oh, please.

Give him to me.

- I don't know.

This is copperhead.

It ain't like the others.

It's very, very poisonous.

(Cynthia moaning)

- Oh, give him to me!

- Oh, okay.

If you insist.

(Cynthia moaning)

- Give him to me.

(dark foreboding music)

(dramatic music)

(Cynthia moaning)

(Cynthia laughing)
(shrieking)

(Cynthia laughing)
(moaning)

(dark dramatic music)

(Ivy screaming)

(car crashing)

(exciting band music)

- I'm looking for that damn
no-count brother of mine.

He's disappeared, and so
has the crazy schoolteacher.

- Is that right?

- Probably shacked up somewhere.

Damn that billy goat!

What about the cabin
down by the crick?

He used to take that creepy
Milly Bass down there.

- They ain't at the cabin.

But I happen to
know where they are.

There ain't no reason
why you can't join them.

Where they are, nobody'll mind

if you and Bud

and a few snakes

share the same woman.

(dark tense music)

Sis.

Each one of these here
barrels has got a snake in it

but only one of them
snakes is poisonous.

Now what we got here
is three bull snakes,

and one coral snake.

Now they're all untamed
and they're all nervous,

and they're all biters
when they're that way.

But only the coral
snake will kill ya.

Now, what you gotta do

is pick out of the three barrels

with the harmless snakes.

And we'll forget the fourth one.

That fair enough?

Pick out your first barrel, Sis.

(tense foreboding music)

All right, then
I'll do it for you!

- No!

No, no, no, no.

I'll do it.

The second one.

- To the right?

- No.

No, from the left.

(dark dramatic music)

(Sis screaming)

(Snakey laughing)

- Bull snake.

What's the second choice?

- The first one.

(Sis whimpering)

(dark dramatic music)

(Sis screaming)

(Snakey laughs)

- Another bull snake.

What's your last choice?

- The fourth.

(Sis screaming)
(dark dramatic music)

Oh god!

Oh no, that was the coral snake!

No, not the coral snakes!

- Sis.

The last laugh is on you.

All four of them barrels
got coral snakes in them.

- You dirty son of!

(Ivy screaming)

(truck crashing)

(exciting band music)

(Snakey laughing)

- Well now.

You sure did bring the most
mice this time, Malcolm.

- Told you I would.

- Yeah.

I like a man who keeps his word.

Say, now Miss Williams has
run off with Bud Palmer,

who's your new schoolteacher?

- My mom is.

- Uh-huh.

There.

Now, let's see.

That's four mice
and three birds.

That's 35 cents
for you, Malcolm.

And I thank you.

Okay, that's all for today

and I reckon I'll see you here
next Wednesday, right boys?

- You can depend on us
from now on, Snakey.

- [Boy] Bye, Snakey.

- So long.

Don't forget, next Wednesday.

(Snakey chuckling)

- Don't you worry now.

I'll put these snakes on
express truck in the morning.

- Well, I think I ought
to pay you something

for your troubles.

- No, no, no, no.

You just buy your
groceries and gas here.

I'm happy to do this
little service for you.

(car engine starting)

(lively country music playing)

(car engine starts)

(dark foreboding music)

(lively country music)

(dark tense music)

(lively country music)

(tense music)

(country music)

(tense music)

- [Radio Announcer] Jimmy
Tiner, Central City Feed Store

now gives you, free of charge,

that purty little song,
"Are You Lonely Tonight?"

(soft country music)

- [Snakey] You
looking for something?

- You're damn right I'm
looking for something.

You.

Now I know you're not the
richest man in the county,

but you've got to
be taught a lesson.

You've got to realize
that it's mighty easy

to kill somebody.

You have no idea how
nervous it makes me

to give somebody a ticket,

but that's what
the job calls for.

And doggone it, I'm
gonna do my duty.

Hey, I suppose you
heard about Palmer

and the schoolteacher
taking off together?

- Yeah, they was talking
about it in town today.

- Boy, with a rear
end like hers,

she coulda hooked
somebody with some brains.

What's your middle
initial, Snakey?

- W.

- You know, that's
one of the nice things

about this job.

You get to know some mighty
interesting things about people.

Now you take that preacher.

Not many folks knew that he was

tapping the church
building fund.

- Did you know about
that all along?

- Hell no.

It ain't right to
suspect a preacher.

What's your license number?

- How the hell would I know?

- Oh, that's all right.

Don't bother.

Being tall comes
in handy sometimes.

Z-A-M-0-4-1.

Z-A-M-0-4-1.

Z-A-M-0-4-1.

Now you take Sis Palmer.

There's no telling
what wild hare she got

that made her take off
and leave the store

all locked up.

- Probably off looking
for Bud and that teacher.

- Why the hell couldn't
I have thought of that?

(laughing)

Z-A-M-0,

oh, damn it.

Z-A-M-0-4-1.

Z-A-M-0-4

(laughing) You know, by the time

Burt and his wife get back

there might not be
anybody left in town.

(chuckling)

That'd make you wonder,
if you was using

the wrong kind of soap.

(laughing)

Z-A-M-0--

- 0-4-1.

- Thanks.

0-4-1.

All right.

Well.

I'll see you in
town next Wednesday.

(car engine starts)

(hammering)

(clock ticking)

(clock chiming)

- You ain't exactly my
idea of a companion.

I don't even like you.

But my Wednesday
nights ain't ever gonna

be right again without somebody.

Now.

You're gonna learn all about

band music and snakes.

In no time at all.

- You mean you
aren't gonna kill me?

- Just a matter of learning.

Seeing as how I know all
about band music and snakes,

all you gotta do
is pay attention.

Now.

Naturally, we'll start
with John Philip Sousa,

the greatest composer and
musician who ever lived.

(exciting band music)

Yes!

Oh, you shoulda heard him
play this number in person!

Well I did!

Back in 1928, in a real
big auditorium back east.

And that place was
packed with people.

Now, Sousa and his boys,

they played all
his best marches.

"The Thunderer", "Semper
Fidelis", "El Capitan",

and "Daughters of Texas".

But it weren't till
the end of the program

that he played "The Stars
and Stripes Forever"

which of course is his
very best composition.

(Snakey laughing)

Now, the first time through,

they played it in
a normal manner.

But the second time, while
them drums was pulling,

the flutes and the piccolos,

and the coronets,
and the trombone--

("Stars and Stripes Forever")