All language subtitles for The Last Best Sunday 1999 DVDRip x264

(insects chirping)

(atmospheric music)

(truck engine whirring)

(atmospheric piano)

(truck engines whirring)

(atmospheric piano)

(birds chirping)

- Lolly?

Lolly!

(door creaking)

I know you're playing possum.

Now, little missy.

Men love darkness rather than light

because their deeds were evil.

John 3:19.

(bell ringing)

(students chattering)

- [Girl] I thought they'd already moved on.

- [Lolly] Maybe he's a local.

- I don't think so.

I've never seen him around before.

- Well, why's he going to our school?

Don't they usually go to Veracruz?

(atmospheric orchestral music)

(water splashing)

(truck engine whirring)

(atmospheric percussion and guitar)

- [Jim] Look at that.

Look there, a coyote.

Quick, give me the gun.

- [Banks] Hell no, it's mine.

- Well then. - Then hurry up.

(gun pump clacking)

(gun firing)

(dog yelping)

- [Jim] Ah-huh, fuck yeah

- [Banks] You just winged it, asshole.

- [Jim] Well, hell, it was a fucking coyote,

just somebody's mangy old dog.

(Jim and Banks laughing and cheering)

(atmospheric country music)

♪ It's been years ♪

♪ Since I drove down this long dusty road ♪

♪ And wonder how the old house looks and the yard ♪

♪ Hangin' around and always came home ♪

- How ya holdin' up down here?

Ready for a fresh one?

- Sure.

(door creaking)

(wood whacking on bar)

♪ 'Cause I was always welcome ♪

♪ At the end of this long dusty road ♪

- I don't know what they were thinking.

- I don't know what you were thinking, Dwayne.

What the hell was that crap all about?

- Well you got a problem with it Ron,

why don't you just run on out there with 'em?

- I didn't realize business was so good,

you could afford to turn away paying customers.

- You know what, my business is doing just fine.

I don't need their kind of business.

- You oughta get out of this bar once and while, Dwayne.

Town's trying to move on.

Why don't you grow up?

All of you.

♪ The old house still looks the same ♪

(door creaking)

(glasses clinking)

(Bob sighing)

- Sheriff Weaks?

Yo, well, you're a hard man to track down.

- Well I ain't been hiding, you know?

- We had a meeting in your office set for one o'clock.

- Ah, yeah? - Did you forget?

- I had an emergency.

- Oh, well, this is kind of an awkward thing

to say, sheriff, but you've been sheriff

in this town for 25 years,

and I have the greatest respect for that,

but I was hoping that maybe we could

- You know what? - work together

for the next, what?

- You know what I'd like to see?

- What?

- I'd like to see if we could spend this last weekend

without you telling me what to do.

(Bennett laughing)

- See, Monday the job's gonna be yours.

- Yeah. - And until then,

I'm in charge.

Comprende?

- Yeah but Sheriff Weaks,

I, you know, it's nothing personal.

A vote's a vote.

I won and you lost.

Nobody stays sheriff forever, you know?

- You know what it was?

Hmm? - Huh?

- It was the picker vote.

- You know, all through the campaign,

I begged you not to call them pickers.

- I wish you would listen to me.

It was the picker vote.

Now I was always good to those damn pickers.

I got nothing against 'em.

So Monday morning, the paperwork

will be in the file cabinet.

The keys to the holding tank will be in my desk,

and the gun will be in the gun rack

and you have a good day.

- Well, you have a good day too, sheriff.

I just don't see why you have to call 'em pickers.

- [Bob] That's what they are.

- [Bennett] They're people, you know?

(audio distorting)

- I want you to think about

so I hope you're listening because I.

(audio distorting).

You understand that?

And no visits.

(car horn blaring)

This is the punishment you get for getting a C in math.

You're to spend the entire weekend alone,

dividing your time between your math book and the good book.

And I have locked up the VCR.

I know the kinds of things you watch when we're not here.

- Mother?

- Mrs. Larksmont is expecting you

for Sunday dinner right after church,

and I want you to set your alarm.

If you're late for Sunday school,

the Lord will punish you.

After dinner you're to come straight home.

Nowm - Mother?

- your father is giving Sunday sermon in Porterville.

The number's on the board in the kitchen.

We will be at the Mission McCree

until late Sunday afternoon.

Do you understand?

- Yes, Mother, but--

- I swear, Lolly, you have given me another gray hair.

I've got to go.

If I find out that you're doing anything,

I mean, anything you know you're not supposed to do,

your father will punish you,

God will punish you, I will punish you.

(car horn blaring)

And if you have any sinful urges,

you might as well just contemplate

spending your eternity in the fires of hell.

- I do, Mother.

- I mean, God sees everything.

Even if your father and I don't.

Remember that.

Now don't forget your prayers.

And remember a prayer for Mrs. Carver in the hospital.

And say an extra little prayer

for your father and I while we're on the highway.

(car horn blaring)

I'm coming.

- Dear God, with Father and Mother on the highway,

please let the Earth open wide and swallow them whole.

Amen.

(atmospheric piano)

(upbeat country music)

(Banks drunkenly mumbling) (glasses clinking)

- [Jim] This ain't no goddamn coyote.

- [Banks] Fuck it man, damn.

- [Jim] Come on, bulldog, I need,

I need another drink here, man.

(audio distorting)

(upbeat country music)

(Bob sighing)

(Bob sighing)

♪ Don't let the door hit ya ♪

♪ Where the God Lord spit ya ♪

♪ Baby, I don't mean to rude ♪

- Headed home?

- As soon as I take care of this thirst.

- Look, I gotta tell ya, sheriff,

it fucking pissed me off

Bennett took that election.

And you know I put my vote in the box for ya.

- I'm sure you did.

- Well then, there's a lot to be said about retiring.

Hell, I wouldn't mind it myself.

Get on my bike.

Bulldog be (audio distorting) serious traveling.

- There's only one little problem, you see.

There ain't any place I wanna go that I ain't already been.

- Appreciate it.

Jim, Banks there, you haven't been using explosives,

(audio distorting)

have you?

- Ah, no.

(audio distorting)

- Old man, Miller, he's (audio distorting).

Somebody's (audio distorting) dynamite into his pond,

scared the fish.

I hate to find out you two was fibbing to me.

- It weren't us.

We're law-abiding citizens.

(Jim laughing)

- Do you know how 30 days in the hoosegow

tends to put a damper on man's social life.

- Uh-oh. (laughing)

- Do you boys want anything else?

- Ah, give us a both a shot and make 'em doubles

'cause I'm feeling mighty social.

(Jim laughing)

(atmospheric country music)

(glass clinking)

- Muchacho?

I thought all the pickers had gone already?

- The others went on to pick oranges near Kingston.

- Kingston?

So how come you're still here?

- All I need is three credits

in science and I can graduate.

My father is a citizen.

I have a right to an education.

Same as anybody.

- Dammit, yeah you do.

You stay in school now, okay, amigo?

I got my eye on you.

- Who else would do this shit for two bucks an hour?

- Well you watch your back.

Make sure work's the only thing

that Mexican's got on his mind, okay?

- Take it easy, sheriff.

Oh, and don't take no wooden pesos.

- [Bob] You two go on home.

Stay out of trouble.

- But the night ain't over yet, sheriff.

(Jim laughing)

(door creaking)

(upbeat rock music) (rain pattering)

♪ Let's back to the future ♪

♪ Hear it come apart 'cause we got no future ♪

♪ And I don't know what to say ♪

(lightning cracking)

♪ Can't you see when I rap that I don't stop ♪

♪ Where you going, are you running from the hip hop ♪

♪ Let's go back to the future ♪

♪ Hear it come apart 'cause we got no future ♪

(rain pattering)

(atmospheric music)

(bottles clinking)

(truck engine whirring)

- [Jim] Hey, man, you want a drink?

Come on, just a little drink.

That's all.

(glass shattering) (Joseph groaning)

(foot thudding against body) (Joseph groaning)

(foot thudding against body) (Joseph groaning)

(Jim and Banks laughing)

(foot thudding against body) (Joseph groaning)

(rain pattering)

(rain pattering)

(atmospheric piano)

(rain pattering)

(water dripping)

(rain pattering)

(water dripping)

(rain pattering) (atmospheric piano)

♪ I wouldn't be holding her tonight ♪

(Jim and Banks laughing)

- You can't bring that in here.

♪ Yes, she understands me ♪

- Well how about some coffee?

I mean, you guys look like you've had enough tonight.

- Ah, am I still standing?

- Yeah.

- Well then I ain't had enough.

- Alright, alright.

Two more beers, then you guys

gotta sleep it off, you got it?

- Yeah.

(Banks and Jim laughing)

Oh, hey, hey, Banks, wait, wait, wait,

tell Bulldog all about the truck driver.

Ole big Dick. - Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

There was this truck driver

and he pulls up along side this beautiful blonde

with huge tits.

And he says, he says, he says, what the hell?

- A little pussy. - Oh, I know, I know,

I know, he says, he says, he says,

how about a little pussy?

- And she says, honey, I'd love a little pussy

'cause mine's about as big as that stairwell.

- Oh, shit. (Jim laughing)

(door creaking)

(rain pattering)

- What the hell?

(ominous music)

Hey, man, that's my gun.

- Oh, fuck.

(gun firing)

(glass shattering)

(gun firing)

(guns firing)

(atmospheric music)

(ominous music)

(Joseph screaming) (gun firing)

(gun pump clacking) (Joseph screaming)

(atmospheric country music) (Joseph panting)

♪ I wouldn't be holding her tonight ♪

(rain pattering)

(Joseph heaving)

(atmospheric music) (rain pattering)

(lightning cracking)

(chattering on police radio)

(atmospheric piano) (rain pattering)

(glass shattering)

- Mother?

(atmospheric piano)

(Lolly sighing)

(ominous music)

(Lolly screaming) (glass shattering)

- I didn't think anyone was home.

Move, move!

- We don't have any money.

There's only a few pieces of my grandmother's silverware.

Just take it and get out.

- I don't want your silverware.

- What do you want then? - Nothing.

I don't know.

Nothing, just, sit down and shut up for a minute.

I have, I have to think.

(atmospheric piano) (rain pattering)

- Go ahead and kill me if you want.

- I don't know what to do.

Oh, God. (crying)

I don't know what to do.

Help, please.

Help me.

I don't know what to do. (crying)

Don't you move.

Don't move, stay where you are.

(panting)

(atmospheric piano)

- You go to my school.

- Not anymore.

- What happened to your leg?

- It's got a hole in it.

- You're ruining the rug.

- Where's the bathroom?

- There's one up there.

- Get up.

Get up, go!

(atmospheric music) (rain pattering)

(urine trickling)

(water splashing)

(atmospheric piano)

(Joseph groaning)

- Oh, dear God.

I'm going to hell.

(Joseph sighing)

- [Joseph] I need a bandage.

- There's probably something in the medicine chest.

(Joseph groaning)

I can do that.

(rain pattering)

(Joseph groaning)

Hold this.

Here.

- Thank you.

- That's a bullet wound, isn't it?

- Clothes, I need some clothes.

(knife clacking)

(Joseph groaning)

Don't try it!

(Joseph grunting)

Don't make me hurt you.

- Get off me.

Don't touch me.

Don't touch me!

Get your hands off me you nasty--

- What, what?

Mexican?

Huh, you can touch me, but I can't touch you?

You're afraid I'm gonna rub off on you.

Infect you with some Chicano plague?

I see you and your friends talking about me.

Crossing the street to avoid me.

- I wonder why?

I mean, it's not like you might break

into my house in the middle of the night

and threaten me with knife or anything.

- You don't know anything.

You don't know fucking anything.

- I know you're gonna bleed to death

if you don't stay off that leg.

- Yeah, well quit pissing me off.

(rain pattering)

Aspirin, don't you have aspirin or something?

- My mother probably took them.

She has a lot of headaches.

- There's gotta be something, anything.

A bottle of whiskey.

- You're wasting your time.

My father says liquor is the devil's tool.

- What's your father, a preacher or something?

- Yes.

- Oh, Christ.

Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.

- What is that suppose to mean?

- (sighing) Didn't you ever read Moby Dick?

So you're a preacher's kid?

No cussing, no drinking, no fooling around, no fun.

- That's not true.

- Yeah, wanna drink?

(sighing) I bet you never did it with anybody.

Or been felt up in the backseat of a car.

Or even kiss anybody with your mouth open.

- Shut up.

Shut up, how do you know?

- It's sort of apparent.

- Ah, does that make you mad?

- Fuck you.

- Are you offering?

That's what I thought.

(chattering on police radio)

(atmospheric music)

Shit.

- They're looking for you, aren't they?

Why?

- I killed some guys.

In a bar.

Now be quiet.

- The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.

He leadeth beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul. - Stop it.

- Just shut up! - He leadeth me on the path

of righteousness for His name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through - I said,

- the valley of death - stop it!

- I will fear no evil! - Stop it!

(rain pattering)

Please, please stop.

I'm not gonna hurt you, Lolly.

I'm sorry I scared you.

- How do you know my name?

- Because

I saw your picture in the yearbook in the library.

I thought you were pretty.

- I don't know your name.

- Joseph.

- Why were you in a bar?

- I work there, in the back.

That place out by the tracks.

- Why did you do it?

Why did you kill someone?

- Do you have any food?

- Ah, we never have any food in this house.

Not anything that you'd wanna eat, anyway.

Might starve to death by the time

you found something that was worth eating.

Maybe there's some frozen peas in the freezer or something.

There's rice in the refrigerator.

My mother only makes things that don't have any taste.

Maybe there's some frozen.

- They raped me.

(rain pattering)

(atmospheric music)

- There is some cold pizza upstairs.

(birds chirping)

(atmospheric piano)

(Lolly sniffing)

(pan clattering)

- What are you doing?

- [Lolly] You said you were hungry.

- Why didn't you run?

This isn't a joke.

Do you think I'm kidding?

I shot three men.

Why didn't you run when you had the chance?

- I'm not the one running away.

Besides, my mother told me not to go anywhere.

Washed your clothes.

- Why are you doing this?

- Maybe 'cause I don't want them to find you.

(atmospheric piano)

This town, the people,

they may not believe you.

- Lolly, when they find me,

they're not gonna ask what happened,

they're going to kill me.

I know that.

Just another wetback.

It'll be like I never existed.

- No, that won't happen.

I know Sheriff Weaks, he's always been fair.

- I don't expect you to understand.

It's different, I'm, I'm different.

- What about your parents?

Where are they, why can't they help you?

- Here, you're burning it.

(atmospheric piano) (food sizzling)

- I'm gonna take a bath and get dressed now.

'kay?

- Whatever.

(atmospheric music)

(glass clinking)

- [Officer On Police Radio) 15Z32, Roger.

(chattering on police radio)

(ominous music)

Shh, don't scream.

There are cops outside.

(knocking on door)

- Do you think they know you're here?

- I don't know.

I don't think so.

If they did, they wouldn't be knocking.

Answer the door.

Answer the door, Lolly.

Act normal and stay calm.

Okay?

Go, go.

(atmospheric music)

- Well, good morning, Lolly.

Are your folks at home?

- No, Daddy's giving Sunday sermon in Porterville.

- Listen, would you mind if I came in?

- No.

Is something wrong?

- Well, no there's a homicide suspect loose in the area.

Just making sure everyone's safe is all.

You, ah, you here all by yourself.

- Yes, sir.

- Have you heard or seen anything out of the ordinary?

- No, sir.

You think he's around here anywhere?

- Ah, I don't think you have anything to be worried about.

He's wounded, you see.

Can't go very far, we'll get him.

I just wanna make sure you keep all these doors

and windows locked.

If you see or hear anything or you need someone,

I wanna make sure you call me first.

You understand?

- Yes, sir. - Good.

Oh, Lolly, you give your daddy my best regards.

- I will.

(Joseph crying)

(clock ticking)

Joseph?

(Joseph crying)

They're gone.

(head banging against wall)

(Joseph groaning)

Stop, please.

- Leave me alone, don't touch me.

- [Lolly] Stop it.

- God.

(atmospheric piano)

I didn't mean to do it.

I didn't mean to. (crying)

They held me down, hurting me.

I didn't, I didn't know what else to do. (crying)

- I'll tell them.

I'll explain to them why you did what you did.

They'll listen to me.

- I killed those men.

Nothing can change that.

What they did to me,

it just won't matter.

- I would have done it too.

If it had been me, I would have killed 'em.

I would.

- I don't even remember pulling the trigger.

- Sorry for you.

- I gotta figure a way outta here.

- [Lolly] Well, you can't.

They'll be looking for you everywhere.

- Well maybe if I'm real quiet

your parents won't notice me sitting here.

- Well you can't just walk out the front door either.

- Sometime after dark,

I can probably hop on a freight train

that'll get me far enough out of town,

and then I can hitch a ride.

- A ride where?

- I don't know.

If I can get far enough South,

I can cross the border near Campo.

- The train doesn't even come through here

until around midnight.

You can hear the whistle from here.

- Midnight.

(sighing)

- Then what are you gonna do?

- I don't know.

I can't think that far.

I hate feeling trapped.

I can't breathe.

- I hate this room.

I've always hated this room.

- Why?

What's wrong with this room?

- It's my father's room.

I've never been allowed in here.

Unless I was in trouble or something.

- What did you ever get in trouble for, Lolly?

- Everything.

Mm, nothing.

Sometimes I didn't even know.

That's practically the only time

my father has ever spoken to me.

Hmm, Lolly Ann, come in here.

Hmm.

My daddy wanted a boy.

I don't think he ever forgave or my mother for that.

Girls have become the devil's devices.

Short skirts and tight skirts.

Driving men to do sinful things. (chuckling)

My daddy is convinced that any bad thing

any man has ever done is because

of a woman wearing lipstick.

(clock ticking)

I hate that.

- Is it from the school prom?

- It's my aunt's wedding.

- Oh, I thought it was a prom dress.

I guess, I wouldn't know.

I never been to one.

- I didn't get to go to my junior prom either.

It's seem I had the poor sense

to develop bosoms during that fall,

and my father said dancing with boys was prohibited

since I wasn't mature enough to handle them. (chuckling)

He referred to my chest as them.

Like they were some kind of loaded weapon or something.

When I started my, when I told my mother

I started my, um, monthly cycles,

she retired to her bedroom and my father,

he came in here and closed the door

and spent the evening praying for my salvation.

The biggest sinner in the world

for becoming a woman.

Like I had a choice.

- They're just scared something might happen to you.

- They made sure nothing would ever happen to me.

I spent my whole life being afraid of my father

and going to hell.

In that order.

And this is where my father would come

to write his sermons in commune with God.

When I was little, I never could understand

how my father always knew

when I had done something that I wasn't supposed to.

But finally, I figured it out.

(atmospheric piano)

God snitched on me.

(trophy scraping)

He still does.

(glass shattering)

- Lolly Ann.

You're in trouble, Lolly Ann.

(upbeat jazz music)

You're a devil woman.

♪ I know it's raining ♪

♪ But I don't care ♪

- Fuck you, Daddy. - Lolly Ann!

♪ My music in the air ♪

- You painted hussy.

Lolly Ann!

♪ Like I always do ♪

- [Joseph] What are you doing?

- I'm looking for something of my mother's.

♪ And those with empty pockets ♪

♪ You can lend me your ear ♪

- I'm going to the prom.

Go.

♪ Got a busy city corner with my slide trombone ♪

♪ Just keep playing like I always do ♪

♪ If you got a dollar, drop it right here ♪

♪ But those with empty pockets ♪

♪ You can lend me your ear ♪

- Wow.

- Say that in Spanish.

- Wow. (chuckling)

(Lolly chuckling)

(atmospheric jazz music)

- This is the only music that they know about anyway.

♪ I'm just a poor boy ♪

♪ Not sophisticated ♪

♪ I know you understand ♪

- Would you like to dance with me?

- My leg really hurts.

- You ever dance before?

- Mm-mm.

- It's okay, me neither.

♪ Always from a distance ♪

♪ Then you touched me, I lost all my resistance ♪

♪ I just can't hide my love for you ♪

- You have to take my father's hat off first.

♪ I tried to be suave ♪

♪ To pretend no to care ♪

♪ But you saw right through me ♪

♪ Like you already knew me ♪

♪ I'll never hide my love from you ♪

♪ And I know in the end you'll break my heart ♪

- My mother tried to teach me how to dance once, but...

I watched my dad and mom dance every night after dinner.

They danced slow.

Even when there was no music.

- I think that's sweet.

♪ I'll never hide my love ♪

- They couldn't make love.

Dancing was the next best thing.

- Why not?

♪ To pretend not to care ♪

- They could never be alone.

When we could get a barracks and not to sleep in the car,

we all shared one room.

Me, my little brother and sister and my mom and dad.

At least they could hold each other.

Even if there wasn't any music.

(atmospheric jazz music)

♪ And hid my love from the start ♪

- My mom wanted to go to one

of those Arthur Murray studios

and really learn how to dance.

- I would like to know her.

- She, she doesn't speak English.

♪ I can't hide my love from you ♪

(record scratching)

- Your mother wore this dress?

I know what your father's afraid of.

(glasses clinking)

- If my mama knew I was eating this pizza,

she would have a conniption fit.

She has this theory that any food

that has not been boiled colorless or baked dry

has not been properly disinfected.

I swear, I would eat a bug if I thought

it had more flavor than my mother's chicken.

(Joseph chuckling)

(Lolly laughing)

(laughing) I don't like olives.

- You ordered them.

- I only ordered them because they cost extra.

What? - Nothing.

Do I have pizza on my face or something?

- What about your mother?

Is she a good cook?

- My mother, she can make a feast

out of what seems like nothing.

Sunday supper like a fiesta.

She used to make these candies out of sugar and vanilla.

(phone ringing)

- [Mrs. Summers Voice Recording] At the sound of the tone,

you can leave your message.

(answering machine beeping)

- [Mrs. Summers] Lolly, I know you can hear me.

You'd better get yourself to Sunday school on time tomorrow

or I'll know the reason why.

Don't forget to say your prayers.

(answering machine beeping)

(atmospheric music)

- You need a new bandage.

I'll be right back.

The bullet is still in there.

You have to get it out soon.

- As soon as I, (sighing),

as soon as I'm somewhere safe.

- Don't you have a girlfriend somewhere?

- No, not anymore.

Her family moved father east to work citrus crops.

- Is she pretty?

- [Joseph] Yeah, I guess.

- And did you.

- What?

Yeah.

Then I never saw her again.

- Did you love her?

- I did.

(atmospheric piano)

The first time I ever saw her,

she was standing in a field just before sun up.

Just shivering and waiting for the light.

The sky was that color,

kinda caught between night and day.

She just stood there.

Then this big ball of orange fire crawled up over the field.

The first thing I thought was (chuckling)

I can see through her dress.

I could.

I could see the shape of her

through her shift.

But then I thought, how beautiful she was.

How it was the most perfect thing I'd ever watched

and I, and how I didn't want anyone else

who didn't understand how beautiful that was to see her.

Then I watched as the sun rose a little more

and it lit up her face for a few minutes

until the sun was too high.

She looked like an angel standing in heavenly light.

And I was in love with her.

Every morning after that we would wait for the sun together.

She said it was our time to be with God

before anybody else could bother him.

- Do you still love her?

- I guess I always will,

in a way.

Why are you asking me all these questions?

Do you want to make love?

- I have to think about that for awhile.

I'll get back to you on that.

- Don't think about it too long, Lolly Ann.

Life is short.

(ominous music)

- [Officer On Radio) 15Z32, Roger.

- [Sheriff Bennett] There you are.

Hello, sheriff.

- You know that you're in my way?

What the hell are you doing out here?

- I'm just staying on top of things, sheriff.

- Well you got that right.

Anyway, I am still the sheriff.

- I know that. - And if you or anybody

gets wind of anything,

I wanna be the first one who's told.

- You will be. - That kid is around

here somewhere, I can smell him,

and I don't want nobody doin' nothin' till I get there.

- Nobody's gonna do anything.

All I'm saying is just basically

you seem kinda driven by this whole thing.

You know?

- See there's two men are dead, Bennett.

- I know.

What are you gonna do when you find this kid?

- My job.

- Well, I just think it'd be better

if you just went home and got some rest.

And, you know, you'll wake up, it'll be Monday morning

and it'll be somebody else's problem.

- It ain't Monday morning,

and I don't need no rest.

(ominous music)

(chattering on police radio)

(crickets chirping)

- It's dark.

I have to leave soon.

You know, Lolly Ann, it's okay.

You don't have to grow up all at once.

- You don't understand.

My parents left me here this weekend.

This is my punishment.

They wanted to be scared here all alone,

so I would hide under my covers and pray

to Jesus that the monster in the closet didn't get me.

Look at this.

It's stuff animals and little girl's stuff.

If I stay too afraid to grow up,

they never have to worry about the really big sins.

But I have to know.

I have to know why.

I have to know what if?

How come?

When do I get to grow up?

They were so busy begging for my deliverance from doubt,

they didn't have time to just want me.

- I wish I was a child.

I would go to sleep in my mother's arms right now.

She would make everything alright.

Just like she always did.

(Lolly laughing)

(Joseph chuckling)

(train whistle blowing) (dramatic music)

No, you said midnight.

It's too early.

(Joseph groaning)

You made me miss that train!

What, you want me to get caught?

That was my only chance!

What am I supposed to do now?

- We'll find another way.

(atmospheric piano) (Joseph laughing)

- It doesn't matter.

It's doesn't matter anymore.

- I'm sorry.

I didn't want you to go.

I'll try to make things alright.

I promise I will.

(atmospheric orchestral music)

It's Sunday.

I decided.

- Are you sure?

Don't do this for the wrong reason, Lolly.

- I kissed a girl once.

- Did you like it?

- Yeah.

It was my friend Louisa.

(atmospheric piano)

Her lips looked so pretty.

They always looked like she'd been eating candy.

Her mouth tasted like cherry lip gloss.

- Why'd you kiss her?

- I needed to be touched.

I needed to feel someone else's breath close to mine.

Even if it was just Louisa.

Needed to feel wanted.

Are those the wrong reasons?

♪ Still love the morning, breath of the flowers ♪

♪ Here I've been waiting for hours and hours ♪

♪ Wide open meadows with an ocean of colors ♪

♪ I can still see you but where are the others ♪

♪ I held onto words that were spoken too soon ♪

♪ I was so young when you promised the moon ♪

♪ Sooner or later this road had to end ♪

♪ I can't help this feeling I'm losing a friend ♪

♪ I never tasted saltier tears ♪

♪ Rich with the memories of things tender here ♪

♪ I held onto words that were spoken too soon ♪

♪ I was so young when you promised the moon ♪

♪ Still love the morning, the breath of the flowers ♪

♪ Here I've been waiting for hours and hours ♪

♪ I held onto words that were spoken too soon ♪

♪ I was so young when you promised the moon ♪

(atmospheric music)

- I just wanna stay like this forever.

- Forever would be okay.

(phone dial pad clattering)

Mrs. Larksmont, hi, this is Lolly.

(clearing throat)

I, I'm okay, but I have a cold.

(coughing)

Um, I really appreciate you asking me to Sunday dinner,

but (clearing throat) with all the rain

the past couple of days,

I think it would be better if I just stayed inside.

No, no, no, really, I'm fine.

It's just a cold.

I will.

God bless you, too.

Bye.

- Is it still Sunday?

- [Lolly] Yes.

- Sunday.

All the days are just alike,

but Sunday's my favorite day.

Mom always made it special.

She knew that no one could go on for very long

without something to look forward to.

I always felt safe in that circle.

With my father's big, strong calloused hands

holding onto me.

On our knees with our eyes closed and our heads bowed.

I could only think of how tired he must be.

But I always prayed for the same thing every time.

Please make me as strong as my father.

Please, please make me as strong as my father.

(sighing)

(groaning) I don't feel so.

- I know, your leg is worse.

I changed the bandage again while you were asleep.

I'm going to fix breakfast.

- Don't.

Don't run away.

I don't wanna play house anymore, Lolly Ann.

There's no more time.

- I'm going to take care of you.

I know how we can get out of here.

Look.

It's my grandfather's gun.

There's no bullets but no one will know.

We can do this.

We can get away.

- You haven't done anything wrong.

You have nothing to run away from.

- Yes, I do.

Yes, I do.

I'm going to make breakfast now.

(Joseph sighing)

(Lolly humming)

(knocking on door)

- [Ella] Yoo-hoo?

Lolly, it's Ella Larksmont.

(atmospheric music)

(knocking on door)

Yoo-hoo, Lolly?

I brought you some soup.

Are you awake?

(lock clacking)

There you are.

- What do you want, Mrs. Larksmont?

- Oh, well, Lolly, you told me you had a cold,

so I brought you some soup.

Well, Lolly, let me in.

- No, Mrs. Larksmont, really, thank you for the soup,

but I'm busy right now.

- Lolly, you open this door this minute, young lady.

- Please go away.

- Oh, well I never.

What are on earth do you have on?

What's going on here?

- Nothing, I just haven't cleaned the kitchen yet.

- Who else is here?

- (chuckling) No one.

- I think you'd better tell me the truth right now.

- Just mind your own business and get out.

- Oh. (hand whacking on buttocks)

I think maybe we should call

your mother and father in Porterville,

and see if they don't agree

that they should cut short their trip.

I'm very disappointed in you, Lolly Summers.

I mean, you look like a little whore.

Well, this goes way beyond mischief.

Now you've destroyed property.

Just look at this place.

It looks you might have just thrown yourself a little party.

Mm-hmm.

And then you tried to cover it up by fibbing.

Well, I hope you're prepared.

I'm sure your father is going

to show you the meaning of retribution.

I'll just use the phone in the den.

(dramatic music)

Oh, my sweet Jesus.

- Move! (Ellen gasping)

Sit down.

Sit!

Tie her up.

- Oh, oh, oh!

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh-ho!

Oh, oh!

Oh, oh.

Oh-ho, oh-ho!

Oh.

- [Lolly] Shut up, you sound like an owl.

(dramatic music) (Joseph panting)

(Ella gasping)

- Oh, God.

- I want you tell me what to give him to make him better.

- Never.

- This is your Christian charity?

He's sick.

You tell me right now,

or I will cut you into so many little pieces

they will need instructions to put you back together.

- You have betrayed Jesus.

May God have mercy on your soul.

- I don't wanna hear it.

His leg is infected, his fever is high,

you tell me how to make him better.

- If he has an infection,

only a doctor can make his prescription for antibiotics.

There's nothing that you can do.

I know that he is that Mexican everybody's looking for.

The one who murdered those two poor,

defenseless young men in cold blood.

He deserves whatever punishment God provides for him now.

He's going straight to hell.

And if you are sinning with that boy,

you will not be far behind him.

- You and my mother and father and everyone else

have been telling me I'm going to hell

ever since I was old enough to hear.

You're all so busy punishing people for being human,

I suspect anyone would want to go to hell

just to get out of this town!

- You blasphemous little trollop.

- Bitch!

(Ella screaming) (chair banging on floor)

(Ella groaning)

If all of you aren't there,

hell should be a big improvement.

(Ella groaning)

- Sweet Jesus, oh.

(atmospheric guitar and piano)

- Lolly Ann.

I didn't mean to scare you.

I thought you didn't like it in here?

- You should stay in bed for as long as you can.

- I don't feel as bad.

What are you doing?

- There's $111.00 here.

- That won't be enough to get very far.

I wish I had the $100.00 I was owed at the bar.

- Mrs. Larksmont's car can take us as far as we need.

- Lolly Ann, it's not that simple.

We can't just steal a car and drive away.

They'll find us, they'll be looking for us everywhere.

- Well we'll just be faster and smarter than they are.

That shouldn't be too hard.

- No, no, forget it.

You are not coming with me, okay?

So forget it.

(dishes shattering)

Why are you doing that?

Get down.

(dish shattering) Stop it!

I said get down.

- Don't tell me you care about my mother's China pattern.

- Breaking dishes is what a little girl would do.

Look, I know what you're trying to do.

You wanna walk out that door

and make sure there is no way you can come back here.

Don't do this.

- But I'm not coming back.

I'm staying with you.

- You're not gonna feel like this forever.

- But I am not coming back.

Not ever.

I never wanna be in this house again.

- Okay, Lolly Ann.

Okay, whatever.

(atmospheric guitar)

- You don't want me, do you?

- Oh, god, Lolly Ann, I want you so much.

Don't you see, I don't want anything to happen to you.

- Well it is my choice, mine.

And I am leaving here whether you take me with you or not.

I swear I will.

- Listen to me.

In just a short few hours,

a whole lifetime has passed through my soul.

I fell in love with a beautiful, brown-eyed angel.

And I thank God for bringing me to this door

because I have come a full circle.

But for you, there's so much more of this road ahead.

Don't cut yourself short.

- After all that's happened, how can you be thankful?

- For the gift, Lolly Ann.

I'm thankful for the gift.

God didn't do this to me.

He didn't hurt me.

And despite of everything,

he gave me the most wonderful gift.

- I love you, too.

I do.

More than anything.

All I ever wanted was to be loved. (crying)

I can't lose you, Joseph.

I can't.

Oh, please God, don't take him away from me.

Not now, please.

You can't.

♪ You'll never know how much I care ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

- Take me with you.

Just once I wanna stand in that heavenly light.

Like you said.

In the early morning in some field.

I wanna know what it really feels like

to have that golden light rise up to meet me.

Just once and then I'll know it forever.

(atmospheric music)

- Oh, dear Lord. (keys jangling)

- [Mrs. Summers] Lolly?

(gasping) Ella?

(atmospheric guitar)

- How far do you think we're going to get in this old tank?

- We'll get far enough.

We can get rid of this car in the next town.

And I'll get some money somehow.

We can buy bus tickets and get you some medicine.

- And then what?

Maybe my life isn't worth saving.

- Get down.

- [Joseph] Is it a cop?

- I don't know,

but you should stay out of sight anyway.

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

(atmospheric guitar)

- I'll be back in just a second.

- Lolly Ann.

Lolly Ann!

Come back here!

What the hell are you doing?

(panting) Oh.

Oh, fuck.

(engine stalling)

Oh, shit.

(atmospheric music)

(wires zapping) (engine whirring)

♪ You'll never know how much I ♪

- Hurry up!

I don't wanna be anywhere near here.

- Are you mad at me?

- Yes!

No.

What the hell were you doing in there?

- We needed money.

You said he owed you money.

- It wasn't worth it, Lolly Ann.

- I just needed to make something right.

You got a raise.

(Joseph chuckling)

(atmospheric guitar) ♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

(tires screeching)

- Oh, shit.

(dramatic guitar) (tires screeching)

(siren wailing)

- Go, go faster!

- [Joseph] I can't outrun him in this thing.

(chattering on police radio)

- Lord, give us a chance.

(siren wailing)

(horn blaring) Joseph, please!

(siren wailing)

(tires screeching)

(chattering on police radio)

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

Why are we stopping here?

I'll drive.

Joseph, if you can't drive anymore, I can do it.

Joseph?

- Get out, Lolly Ann.

- What are you talking about?

We have to get some distance.

- I can't do this, get out of the truck, Lolly Ann.

- No.

- I said, get out!

- No, I know what you're doing

and I'm not going to let you.

I am not getting out.

- Get out now!

I don't want you, Lolly Ann.

Do you hear me?

I don't want you!

- You son of a bitch!

If you're going to hell, I'm going with you.

- No you're not.

(Lolly crying)

(somber music)

- You can't do this.

This isn't how it's supposed to be. (crying)

I hate you, you bastard.

I hate you. (crying)

- I love you, Lolly Ann.

- Thank you

for letting me love you.

(sirens wailing)

- [Bob] You in the truck,

release the hostage and step out with your hands up.

- I won't let them hurt you.

(speaking in foreign language)

(tires screeching)

- No!

No! (guns firing)

Don't shoot!

(guns firing)

(bullets ricocheting)

- Hold your fire.

- Stop!

(gun firing)

(truck exploding)

(Lolly screaming)

- Dear Lord, Jesus.

(truck exploding)

(Lolly weeping)

(truck exploding)

(somber music)

- I guess Monday came early.

It's your job now.

(Lolly crying)

(fire crackling)

(birds chirping)

- [Driver] Can we give ya a lift?

- [Lolly] I'll go wherever you're going.

It doesn't matter. - Okay.

(atmospheric guitar and piano)

♪ Red wine and roses ♪

♪ Warm summer breeze ♪

♪ Chairs at the table ♪

♪ Save one for me ♪

♪ Red and wine roses ♪

♪ Birds in the trees ♪

♪ No one around us ♪

♪ Just you and me ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

(dramatic orchestral music)

(atmospheric guitar)

♪ So many years I've been wondering ♪

♪ I know that you'll understand ♪

♪ We could start over together ♪

♪ Just hold out your hand ♪

♪ So many places I've never been ♪

♪ Let's leave while we can ♪

♪ I'll be your woman ♪

♪ You'll be man ♪

♪ So many years I've been wondering ♪

♪ I know that you'll understand ♪

♪ We could start over together ♪

♪ Just hold out your hand ♪

♪ So many places I've never been ♪

♪ Let's leave while we can ♪

♪ I'll be your woman ♪

♪ You'll be my man ♪