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Po" Lazarus.

Well, the high sheriff

He told the deputy

Won't you go out and bring me Lazarus

Well, the high sheriff

He told the deputy

Won't you go out and bring me Lazarus

Bring him dead or alive

O Lord

Bring him dead or alive

Well, the deputy

He told the high sheriff

Well, I ain't gonna mess with Lazarus

Well, the deputy

told the high sheriff

Said I ain't gonna mess with Lazarus

Pick up that hammer there, boy.

Thank you, boss.

He's a dangerous man

Oh, Lord

He's a dangerous man

Come on, get it. Let's go.

Say,

any of you boys smithies?

Or if not smithies, per se,

were you otherwise trained
in the metallurgic arts

- before straitened circumstances...

forced you into a life
of aimless wanderin'?

Jesus! Can't I count on you people?

Sorry, Everett.

Well, all right.

- If we take off through that bayou...
Wait a minute.

Who elected you leader of this outfit?

Well, Pete, I figured it should be the one
with the capacity for abstract thought.

But if that ain't the consensus view,
then hell, let's put her to a vote.

Suits me. I'm votin' for yours truly.

I'm votin' for yours truly, too.

Okay, I'm with you fellas.

Mind if we join you, old-timer?

Join me, my sons. Join me.

You work
for the railroad, Grandpa?

I work for no man.

Got a name, do ya?

I have no name.

Well, that right there may be the reason

you've had difficulty
findin' gainful employment.

You see, in the mart
of competitive commerce...

You seek a great fortune,

you three who are nigh in chains.

You will find a fortune,

though it will not be the fortune you seek.

But first,

first, you must travel

a long and difficult road.

A road fraught with peril, mmm-hmm.

You shall see things

wonderful to tell.

You shall see a cow

on the roof of a cotton house.

And, oh, so many startlements.

I cannot tell you how
long this road shall be,

but fear not the obstacles in your path,

for fate has vouchsafed your reward.

Though the road may wind,

and yea, your hearts grow weary,

still shall ye follow the road,

even unto your salvation.

The treasure's
still there, boys. Believe me.

But how'd he know
about the treasure?

I don't know, Delmar.

The blind are reputed
to possess sensitivities

compensatin' for their lack of sight,

even to the point of developin'
paranormal psychic powers.

Now, clearly, seeing in the future
would fall neatly into that category.

It's not so surprising then

that an organism
deprived of its earthly vision...

He said we wouldn't
get the treasure we seek

on account of our obstacles.

What the hell does he know?
He's an ignorant old man.

Jesus, Pete. I told ya I buried it myself.

If your cousin still has
this here horse farm,

and a forge and some shoein' impediments
to restore our liberty of movement...

Hold it right there!

- You men from the bank?
You Wash's boy?

Yes, sir. Daddy told me
I'm to shoot whoever's from the bank.

Well, we ain't from the bank,
young feller.

Yes, sir. I'm also supposed
to shoot folks servin' papers.

We ain't got no papers neither.

I nicked the census man.

Now, there's a good boy.

Is your daddy about?

Hello, Pete. Who are your friends?

Pleased to make your acquaintance,
Mr Hogwallop.

- My name's Ulysses Everett McGill.
- And I'm Delmar O'Donnell.

How you been, Wash?

Been what, 12, 13 years?

Yep.

I expect you want them chains knocked off.

They foreclosed on Cousin Vester.

He hanged himself a year come May.

And Uncle Ratliff?

The anthrax took most of his cows.
The rest don't milk.

And he lost a boy to mumps.

Where's Cora, Cousin Wash?

Couldn't say.

Mrs Hogwallop up and

R-U-N-N-O-F-T.

She must've been lookin' for answers.

Possibly.

Good riddance, as far as I'm concerned.

I do miss her cookin' though.

- This stew's awful good.
You think so?

I slaughtered this horse last Tuesday.

I'm afraid she's startin' to turn.

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

when skies are grey

You'll never know, dear

how much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away

Well, that winds up tonight's

Pass the Biscuits Pappy
O'Daniel Flour Hour.

This is Pappy O'Daniel,
hopin' you folks been enjoyin'

that good, old-timey music.

And remember,
when you're fixin' to fry up some flapjacks

or bake a mess of biscuits,

use cool, clear water

and good, pure Pappy O'Daniel flour.

Well, guess I'll be turnin'in.

Say, Cousin Wash,

I suppose it'd be the acme of foolishness
to inquire if you had a hairnet.

Got a bunch in yon bureau.

Mrs Hogwallop's, matter of fact.

Help yourself.

I won't be needin' them.

All right, boys!

- How's my hair?
It's the authorities!

We got ya surrounded!

Damn! We're in a tight spot!

Just come on out a-grabbin' air!

And don't try nothin' fancy!

Your situation is purt nigh hopeless!

Damn! We're in a tight spot!

What in the Sam Hill...

Pete's cousin turned us in for the bounty.

The hell you say!

- Wash is kin!
Sorry, Pete!

I know we're Kin,
but they got this Depression on.

I got to do for me and mine.

I'm gonna Kill you,
Judas Iscariot Hogwallop!

- You miserable, horse-eatin', son of a...

Damn! We're in a tight spot!

Damn his eyes!

Pa always said, "Never trust a Hogwallop".

Come and get us, coppers!

You boys are leavin' us no choice
but to smoke you out!

Damn! We're in a tight spot.

Light 'er up!
Hold up, boys!

Ain't you never heard of negotiatin'?

Maybe we can talk this out! I hate fire!

You lousy, low-down,
yellow-bellied skunks!

We gotta speak with one voice, here.
Careful with that fire, now, boys!

That's enough, sir.

I hate fire!

Gapped-toothed, carpetbaggin',
motherless spawn of hell!

Holy Saint Christopher!

Get away from that vehicle, chaps!
She's lickin' fire!

Take cover, boys! That ain't popcorn!

Scatter, boys!

Get in, boys. I'm gonna R-U-N-N-O-F-T.

- Come on, boss! Come on! Come on!

What are you doin' here?
You oughta be in bed, crumbsnatcher.

You ain't the boss of me!

You candy-butted, car-thievin' so-and-sos!

I curse yer names!

Go back home and mind your pa.

What's the damn problem?

I can get the part from Bristol.
It'll take two weeks.

- Here's your pomade.
Two weeks?

- That don't do me no good.
- Nearest Ford auto man's Bristol.

Hold on, now. I don't want this pomade.
I want Dapper Dan.

I don't carry Dapper Dan. I carry Fop.

Well, I don't want Fop, God damn it!
I'm a Dapper Dan man.

Watch your language, young fella.
This is a public market.

Now, if you want Dapper Dan,
I can order it for you,

have it in a couple of weeks.

Well, ain't this place
a geographical oddity.

Two weeks from everywhere. Forget it.

A dozen hairnets.

Well, it didn't look like a one-horse town.

- But try finding a decent hair jelly.
- Gopher, Everett?

And no transmission belt
for two weeks neither.

They dam that river on the 21st.

- Today's the 17th.
- Don't I know it.

We got but four days
to get to that treasure.

After that, it'll be at
the bottom of a lake.

We ain't gonna make it walkin'.

That's right.
- Gopher, Everett?

But the old tactician's got a plan.

For the transportation, that is.

I don't know how
I'm gonna keep my coiffure in order.

How's this a plan? How we gonna get a car?

Sell that. I figure it can only have
painful association for Wash.

"To Washington Bartholomew Hogwallop,

"from his lovin' Cora".

It was in his bureau.
I reckon it'll fetch us enough cash

for a good used autovoiture
and a little left over besides.

Hoo! You got some light fingers, Everett.

Gopher?

You miserable, little sneak.

You stole from my kin!

- Who was fixin' to betray us.
- You didn't know that at the time!

So I borrowed it till I did know.

That don't make no sense!

Pete, it's a fool who looks for logic
in the chambers of the human heart.

- What the hell is that singing?

Appears to be some kind of a

congregation.

Care for some gopher?

No, thank you, Delmar.

A third of a gopher
would only arouse my appetite

without beddin' her back down.

You can have the whole thing.

Me and Pete already had one.

We ran across

a whole gopher village.

O brothers, let's go down

Let's go down. Come on down

Come on, brothers, let's go down

Down in the river to pray

As I went down in the river to pray

Studying about that good old way

And who shall wear the starry crown

Good Lord, show me the way

O fathers, let's go down

Let's go down. Come on down

O fathers, let's go down

Down in the river to pray

As I went down in the river to pray

Studying about that good old way

And who shall wear the robe and crown

Good Lord, show me the way

O mothers, let's go down

Come on down. Don't you wanna go down?

Come on, mothers, let's go down

Well, I guess hard times flush the chumps.

Everybody's lookin' for answers.
There's always...

Where the hell's he goin'?

Thank you.

Well, I'll be a son of a bitch.

Delmar's been saved.

Well, that's it, boys. I've been redeemed.

The preacher done washed away
all my sins and transgressions.

It's the straight and
narrow from here on out,

and heaven everlastin's my reward.

Delmar, what are you talkin' about?
We got bigger fish to fry.

The preacher said all my sins
is washed away,

includin' that Piggly Wiggly
I knocked over in Yazoo.

I thought you said
you was innocent of those charges.

Well, I was lyin'.

And the preacher said that
that sin's been washed away, too.

Neither God nor man's
got nothin' on me now.

Come on in, boys. The water is fine.

Come on, boy.
That a boy. Good dog.

We got the scent!

The preacher said it absolved us.

For him, not for the law.

I'm surprised at you, Pete. I gave
you credit for more brains than Delmar.

But there was witnesses seen us redeemed.

That's not the issue, Delmar.

Even if it did put you
square with the Lord,

the State of Mississippi's
a little more hard-nosed.

You should've joined us, Everett.
It couldn't have hurt none.

Hell, at least it would've washed away
the stink of that pomade.

Join you two ignorant fools
in a ridiculous superstition?

Thank you, anyway.
And I like the smell of my hair treatment.

The pleasin' odour's half the point.

Baptism.

You two are just dumber
than a bag of hammers.

Well, I guess you're just my cross to bear.

Pull over, Everett.
Let's give that coloured boy a lift.

You folks goin' past Tishomingo?

Sure. Hop in.

How ya doin', son? Name's Everett.

These two soggy sons of bitches
are Pete and Delmar.

Keep your fingers away from Pete's mouth.

He ain't had nothin' to eat for 13 years,

except prison food, gopher
and a little greasy horse.

Thanks for the lift, sir.
My name's Tommy. Tommy Johnson.

How ya doin', Tommy?

Say, I haven't seen
a house out here for miles.

What are you doin'
out in the middle of nowhere?

Well, I had to be at
that there crossroads last midnight

to sell my soul to the devil.

Well, ain't it a small world,
spiritually speakin'?

Pete and Delmar
just been baptized and saved.

I guess I'm the only one
that remains unaffiliated.

This ain't
no laughin' matter, Everett.

What'd the devil give you
for your soul, Tommy?

He taught me to play
this here guitar real good.

Oh, son.

For that, you traded your everlastin' soul?

Well, I wasn't usin' it.

I've always wondered...
What's the devil look like?

Well, of course, there are all manner
of lesser imps and demons, Pete,

but the great Satan
hisself is red and scaly

with a bifurcated tail,
and he carries a hay fork.

Oh, no. No, sir.

He's white.

He's white as you folks

with empty eyes and a big, hollow voice.

He love to travel around
with a mean, old hound, that's right.

And he told you to go to Tishomingo?

Well, no, sir. Why, that was my idea.

I heard there's a man down there,

he pays folks money to sing into his can.

They say he pays extra
if'n you play real good.

Tishomingo, huh?

How much he pay?

All right, boys, follow my lead.

Hello?

Who's the honcho around here?

I am. Who are you?

Well, sir, I'm Jordan Rivers,

and these here are the Soggy Bottom Boys
out of Cottonelia, Mississippi.

Songs of salvation to salve the soul.

We hear that you pay good money
to sing into a can.

Well, that all depends.
You boys do negro songs?

Uh...

Well, sir, we are negroes,

all except for our...
The fellow that plays the guitar.

Well, I don't record nigger songs.

No, I'm lookin' for
some old-timey material.

People can't seem to get enough of it

since we started broadcastin' it on
the Pappy O'Daniel Flour Hour.

So, thank you for stoppin' by.

Sir, the Soggy Bottom Boys

have been steeped in old-timey material.

Heck, we're silly with it, ain't we, boys?

- That's right.
- That's right.

- We ain't really negroes.
- All except for our accompanist.

/

Am a man

of constant sorrow

I've seen trouble

all my days

/

Bid farewell

to old Kentucky

The place where I

was born and raised

The place where he

was born and raised

For

six long years

I've been in trouble

No pleasure here

on earth I found

For

in this world

I'm bound to ramble

I have no friends

to help me now

He has no friends

to help him now

Maybe

your friends think

I'm just a stranger

My face you'll never see no more

But there is one promise

that is given

I'll meet you on

God's golden shore

He'll meet you on

God's golden shore

Hot damn, son! I believe you
did sell your soul to the devil!

Boys, that was some mighty fine
pickin' and a-singin'.

I tell you what.

You come on in here,
and you sign these papers here,

I'm gonna give ya $10 apiece.

Okay, sir, but Mert and Aloysius
will have to just sign "X's".

Only four of us can write.

That'll be fine.

Hey, mister, I don't mean to be
tellin' tales out of school,

but there's a feller in
there who'll pay you $10

if you sing into his can.

I'm not here to make a record,
ya dumb cracker.

They broadcast me out on the radio.

That's Governor Menelaus
"Pass the Biscuits, Pappy" O'Daniel.

And he'd sure appreciate it if you ate
his farina and voted him a second term.

Finest governor we ever had in Mississippi.

In any state.
Lord, yes.

- Every parish or precinct.
He was makin' the bigger point.

Ain't you gonna press the flesh, Pappy?
Do a little politickin'?

I'll press your flesh,
you dimwitted sumbitch.

You don't tell your pappy
how to court the electorate!

We ain't one-at-a-timin' here.
We're mass communicatin'!

Oh, yes. That's
a powerful new force.

Shake a leg, Junior.
Thank God your mama died givin' birth.

If she'd a-seen ya, she'd a-died of shame.

Hi, there. How you doin'?

Oh, damn you, Lily

Where you goin'?

Ain't it harder
than it's ever been before

And the people are drifting

Door to door

Can't find no heaven
I don't care where they go

Said you had money

You better be sure

These hard times will drive you
from door to door

Let's bed down here for the night.

Yeah. It stinks in that old barn.

Suits me.

Pretty soon, it'll be nothin'

but feather beds and silk sheets.

$1 million.

$1.2 million.

$500,000 each.

$400,000, Delmar.

Pete, what are you gonna do
with your share of the treasure?

Go out west somewhere,

open a fine restaurant.

I'm gonna be the maitre d'.

Greet all the swells,

go to work everyday in a bow tie, tuxedo.

And all the staff'll say,
"Yes, sir", and "No, sir"

and "In a jiffy, Pete."

And all my meals for free.

What about you, Delmar?

What are you gonna do
with your share of that dough?

Gonna visit them foreclosin' son of a guns

down at the Indianola Savings and Loan,

slap that money on the barrelhead

and buy back the family farm.

You ain't no kind of man
if you ain't got land.

What about you, Everett?

What'd you have in mind
when you stole it in the first place?

Uh...

I didn't have no plan.

Well, that hardly sounds like you.

All right, boys,
it's the authorities!

Your situation is purt nigh hopeless!

- Damn! They found our car!

We ain't got the time

and nary inclination
to gentle you boys any further!

Damn! We gotta skedaddle!

I left my pomade in the car.
Maybe I can creep up.

Don't be a fool, Everett.

We gotta R-U-N-N-O-F-T.

Where's Tommy?
- Already lit out.

He's scared out of his wits.

Let's go!

The hell it ain't square one.

Ain't no one gonna pick up
three filthy, unshaved hitchhikers,

and one of 'em a know-it-all
who can't keep his trap shut.

Pete, the personal rancour
reflected in that remark,

I don't intend to dignify with comment.

But I would like to address
your general attitude

of hopeless negativism.

Consider the lilies of the goddamn field.

Or hell, take a look at Delmar here
as your paradigm of hope.

Yeah, look at me.

Now, you may call it
an unreasoning optimism.

You may call it obtuse,
but the plain and simple fact is

that we got close to three days before they

dam that river.

Is this the road to Itta Bena?

Uh...

Itta Bena?

- Isn't it...
Stay on this road...

No, that ain't
right. I was thinkin' of...

- Take this road...
- No, that ain't right.

It seems to me there's a road,

a cow road that used to lead all the way,

well, most of the way to...

- That ain't right either.
- Hop on in while you give it a think.

Delmar.

Any of you boys know your way
around a Walther PPK?

Well, see, that's where we can't help ya.

I don't believe it's in Mississippi.

Friend, some of your foldin' money
has come unstowed.

Just stuff it
down that sack there, will ya?

You boys aren't bad men, I take it?

Well, it's funny you should ask.

I was bad till yesterday,
but me and Pete here been saved.

I'm Delmar, and that there's Everett.

George Nelson. It's a pleasure.

Grab the tiller, will ya, buddy?

Hand me that chopper.

Say, what line of work are you in, George?

Come and get me, coppers!

You flat-footed, lame brained,
soft-assed sons of bitches!

No one can catch me! I'm George Nelson!

I'm bigger than any John Law ever lived!

I'm 10 and a half feet tall
and ain't yet full growed!

Cows.

I hate cows worse than coppers!

Oh, George, not the livestock.

Come on, you miserable, salaried
sons of bitches! Come and get me!

Come on, boys. We're goin' for the record.
Three banks in two hours.

Okay, folks, hold the applause
and drop yer drawers!

I'm George Nelson, and I'm
here to sack the city of Itta Benal!

He's a live wire though, ain't he?

All the money in a bag!
What are you lookin' at, grandpa?

Pardon me, George.
You got a plan for gettin' out of here?

Sure, boys.

Here's my plan.

They ain't never seen ordnance like this.

Thank you, folks. And remember,

Jesus saves, but George Nelson withdraws.

Go fetch the autovoiture, Pete.

That's Babyface Nelson.

Who said that?

What ignorant, lowdown,

slanderizing son of a bitch said that?

My name is George Nelson!

- Get me?
- Mmm-hmm.

She didn't mean nothin' by it, George.

George Nelson, not Babyface!

You remember, and you tell your friends!

I'm George Nelson, born to raise hell!

Well, that was some fun though,
wasn't it, George?

Yeah.

Almost makes me wish I hadn't been saved.

Jackin' up banks...

I can see how a fella

could derive a whole lot of pleasure
and satisfaction out of it.

- It's okay.
Hoo, doggies!

Well,

I'm takin' off.

You boys might as well

keep my share of the riches.

Well, where are you goin', George?

I don't know. Who cares?

Now, what do you suppose is eatin' George?

Well, Delmar, they say that

with a thrill-seekin' personality,
what goes up must come down.

Top of the world one minute,
haunted by megrims the next.

Yes, sir, it's as if our old friend
George is an alley cat,

and his own damn humour's
swingin' him by the tail.

I wouldn't worry, Delmar.
He'll be back on top again.

I don't think we've seen
the last of George Nelson.

Don't be saps for Pappy.

Homer Stokes for governor.

Let's sweep this state clean.

Vote for Stokes, bubba.

Shh. Hang on. I'm gonna slap one on here.

Folks, here's my cousin Ezzard's niece,
Eudora, from out of Greenwood,

doin' a little number
with her cousin Tom-Tom,

which I predict you gonna enjoy thoroughly.

Now, what can I do you for, Mr French?

How can I lay a hold of them
Soggy Bottom Boys?

Soggy Bottom.
I don't precisely recollect them.

They cut a record in here a few days ago.

It was an old-timey harmony thing
with a guitar...

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. I remember them!

- Coloured fellas, I believe.
- Uh-huh.

Yes, sir, they're a fine bunch of boys.

They sang into yonder can and skedaddled.

That record is just goin' through
the goddamn roof.

They're playin' it as far away as Mobile.

Whole damn state's goin' ape.

Well, it was a powerful air.

Hot damn, we gotta find them boys
and sign 'em to a big, fat contract.

Hells bells, Mr Lunn. If we don't,
the goddamn competition will.

Oh, mercy, yes.
We got to beat that competition.

- Yes, Sir.
- Yes, Sir.

Do you have the Soggy Bottom Boys
performing Man of Constant Sorrow?

No, ma'am.
We got a new shipment in yesterday.

Sorry, but we just
can't keep it on our shelves.

Shut up, Delmar.

Pull over! Pull over!

I guess ol' Pete's got the itch.

Go to sleep, you little baby

Go to sleep, you little baby

Your mama's gone away
and your daddy's gone to stay

Didn't leave nobody

But the baby

Howdy do, ladies. Name of Pete.

Go to sleep, you little baby

Everybody's gone
in the cotton and the corn

Didn't leave nobody

but the baby

- Ain't you gonna introduce us, Pete?
- I don't know their names.

I seen 'em first!

You sweet, little baby

Honey in the rock
and the sugar don't stop

Gonna bring a bottle to the baby

Don't you weep, pretty baby

Don't you weep, pretty baby

She's long gone
with her red shoes on

Gonna meet another lovin' baby

Ladies, my name is Ulysses Everett McGill.

Well, you three ladies
are about the prettiest...

You and me
and the devil makes three

Don't need no other lovin' baby

water lilies I've ever...

Corn liquor.

Go to sleep, you little baby

You and me
and the devil makes three

Don't need no other lovin' baby

Go to sleep, you little baby

Go to sleep, you little baby

Your mama's gone away
and your daddy's gone to stay

Didn't leave nobody but the baby

Go to sleep, you little baby

Go to sleep, you little baby

Come, lay your bones
on the alabaster stones

And be my ever-lovin' baby

Everett.

Everett!

My hair!

Look at this.

Pete, where the heck are ya?

Pete!

We ain't got time for hide-and-seek!

We ain't got time for your shenanigans!

Sweet Jesus, Everett.

They left his heart.

Delmar, what the heck's got into you?

Can't you see it, Everett?

Them sirens did this to Pete.

They loved him up
and turned him into a horny toad.

Pele! Pele!

Pele! Pele!

Pele! Pele!

Pete!

Pete, it's me, Delmar.

It's me, Delmar.

Everett.

What are we gonna do?

- I'm not sure that's Pete.
- Of course it's Pete. Look at him.

We gotta find some kind of wizard
can change him back.

I'm just not sure that's Pete.

You can't display a toad
in a fine restaurant like this.

Why, the good folks here
would go right off their feed.

I just don't think it's right keepin' him
under wraps like we's ashamed of him.

Well, if it is Pete, I am ashamed of him.

The way I see it, he got what he deserved,

fornicatin' with some whore of Babylon.

These things don't happen
for no reason, Delmar.

It's obviously some kind of judgement
on Pete's character.

Well, the two of us
was fixin' to fornicate.

You're gonna have to excuse
my rusticated friend,

unaccustomed as he is to city manners.

I guess we'll have ourselves

a couple of steaks
and some gratineed potatoes,

and we'll wash it down with
your finest bubbly wine.

And I don't suppose you have

any nits or grubs back there.

No, just bring us a couple leaves
of raw cabbage.

- Yes, Sir.
- Thank you. That kind of barnyard...

I don't believe I've seen
you boys around here before.

Allow me to introduce myself.
Name of Daniel Teague.

Known in these precincts as Big Dan Teague,

or to those who are pressed for time,
Big Dan toot cort.

How you doin', Big Dan?
My name's Ulysses Everett McGill.

This is my associate, Delmar O'Donnell.

I detect, like me,
you are endowed with the gift of gab.

I flatter myself that such is the case.

In my line of work, it's plumb necessary.

The one thing you don't want

is air in the conversation.

Once again, we find ourselves in agreement.

- What kind of work you do, Big Dan?
- Sales, Mr McGill, sales.

And what do I sell?
The truth, every blessed word of it,

from Genesis on down to Revelations.

That's right, the word of God,
which, let me tell you,

there is damn good money in
during these times of woe and want.

People are lookin' for answers,

and Big Dan sells
the only book that's got 'em.

And what do you do,
you and your tongue-tied friend?

We...

We're adventurers, sir,

currently pursuin' a certain opportunity,
but we're open to others as well.

I like your style, young man,
so I'm gonna propose you a proposition.

You cover my bill so I don't have
to run back upstairs,

get your waitress to wrap
your dinner picnic style,

and we shall retire to
more private environs,

where I will tell you how
there are vast amounts of money

to be made in the service of God Almighty.

Why not? Nothin' else,
I could use some civilised conversation.

- Don't forget your shoe box, friend.
- Languishin'!

Goddamn campaign is languishin'!

We need a shot in the arm.
Ya hear me, boys?

In the goddamn arm!

Election held tomorrow, that
sumbitch Stokes would win it in a walk!

Well, he's the reform candidate, Daddy.

- Yeah?
- People like that reform.

Maybe we should get us some.

I'll reform you, you soft-headed sumbitch!

How are we gonna run reform
when we're the damn incumbent?

Is that the best idea
you boys can come up with? Reform?

Weepin' Jesus on the cross. Eckard!

You may as well start draftin'
my concession speech right now.

Okay, Pappy.

I'm just makin' a point,
you stupid sumbitch!

Give me back that hat! Hurry up!

- Pappy's just makin' a point.
- Shut up!

Thank you, boys,
for throwin' in that fricassee.

I'm a man of large appetite,
and even with lunch under my belt,

I was feelin' a might peckish.

Our pleasure, Big Dan.

Thank you as well
for the conversational hiatus.

I generally refrain from speech
during gustation.

There are those who attempt both
at the same time.

I find it coarse and vulgar. Where were we?

Makin' money in the Lord's service.

You don't say much, friend,
but when you do,

it's to the point, and I salute you for it.

Yes, Bible sales.

Now, the trade is not a complicated one.
There are but two things to learn.

One being where to find the wholesaler,
the word of God in bulk, as it were.

Two, how to recognise your customer.
Who are you dealin' with?

It's an exercise in
psychology, so to speak.

And it is that which I propose

to give you a lesson in

right now.

Why, I like to think I'm a pretty astute
observer of the human scene, too, Big Dan.

No doubt, brother.
I figured as much back at the restaurant.

That's why I invited y'all out here
for this advanced tutorial.

- What's goin' on, Big Dan?
- It's all about the money, boys!

That's the answer!

Dough,

re,

mil

- I don't get it, Big Dan.

I'll just take your show cards

And whatever you got in the hole.

What the...

It ain't nothin' but a damn toad.

No, you don't understand.

That's Pete.

You know these things give you warts?

End of the lesson.

So long, boys.

See ya in the funny papers.

Y'all seen the end of Big Dan Teague.

Where are they?

Talk, you unreconstructed whelp of a whore!

Where they headed?

Your screams ain't gonna save your flesh.

Only your tongue is, boy.

Where they headed?

Lump, 1.O.

Sweet summer rain.

Like God's own mercy.

Your two friends have abandoned you, Pete.

They don't seem to care about your hide.

Okay.

Stairway to heaven, Pete.

We shall all meet, by and by.

God damn it!

God, forgive me!

Believe me, he would've wanted us
to press on.

Pete, rest his soul,

was one sour-assed son of a bitch
and not given

to acts of pointless sentimentality.

It just don't seem right
diggin' up that treasure without him.

Maybe it's for the best he was squished.

Why,

- he was barely a sentient bein'.

As soon as we get ourselves cleaned up
and get a little smell'um in our hair,

we're gonna feel 100% better
about ourselves and about

life in general.

Must be near Parchman Farm.

Sorry sons of bitches.

Seems like a year ago
we busted off the farm.

Pete got a brother?

Not that I'm aware.

Heat must be gettin' to me.

Oh, the storm
and its furies rage today

Crushing hope that we cherish so dear

The cloud and storm
will, in time, pass away

And the sun again will
shine bright and clear

Keep on the sunny side

Always on the sunny side

Keep on the sunny side of life

It will help us everyday

It will brighten all the way

If we'll keep on the sunny side of life

If we'll keep on the sunny side of life

That was wonderful.

Now, I know the Sunnysiders
would agree with me

when I say that the
great state of Mississippi

cannot afford four more years
of Pappy O'Daniel,

four more years of cronyism,

nepotism, rascalism

and service to the interests.

Now, the choice, she's a clear 'un.

You have Pappy O'Daniel,
slave of the interests,

Homer Stokes, servant of the little man.

- Ain't that right, little fella?
- He ain't yin'!

And, ladies and gentlemen,
the little man has admonished me

to grasp the broom of reform

and sweep this state clean!

It's gonna be back to
the flour mill, Pappy!

The interests can take care of theirselves.

Come Tuesday,

we gon' sweep the rascals out.

Clean government is yours for the askin'.

Folks, now the little Wharvey gals.

Wharvey gals?

Did he just say "little Wharvey gals"?

Come here, girls.

- What y'all gonna sing for us?
- In The Highways.

- God damn it all.
- You know them gals, Everett?

In the highways, in the hedges

In the highways, in the hedges

In the highways, in the hedges

I'll be somewhere a-workin' for my Lord

I'll be somewhere a-workin'
I'll be somewhere a-workin'

I'll be somewhere a-workin' for my Lord

I'll be somewhere a-workin'
I'll be somewhere a-workin'

I'll be somewhere a-workin' for my Lord

- Hey, girls.
Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!

Daddy? He ain't our daddy.

The hell I ain't. What's this Wharvey gals?
Your name's McGill.

No, sir, not since you
got hit by that train.

What are you talking about?
I wasn't hit by any train.

- Mama says you was hit by a train.
- Bloomey!

Nothing left.

Just a grease spot on the L&N.

Damn it, I wasn't hit by any train.

That's right.
Now, Mama's got us back to Wharvey.

That's her maiden name.

You got a maiden name, Daddy?

- No, Daddy don't have a maiden
name. See... That's your misfortune.

That's right,
and now Mama's got a new beau.

He's a suitor.

Yeah, I heard about that.

Mama says that he's bona fide.

- Hmm. He give her a ring?
- Yes, sir. A big 'un.

Got a gem.
Mama checked it.

- It's bona fide.
- He's a suitor.

What's his name?

- Vernon T. Waldrip.
- Uncle Vernon.

- Till tomorrow.
- Then he's gonna be Daddy.

I am the only daddy you got.
I am the damn paterfamilias.

But you ain't bona fide.

Where's your mama?

- She's at the five and dime.
- Bu yin' nipples.

Angels wait

to take me home

Kiss me, Mother

- Daddy!
- Hello, sugar!

How's my little girl?

- Who the hell's that?
- Starla Wharvey.

Starla McGill, you mean.

- How come you never told me about her?
- 'Cause you was hit by a train.

That's another thing. Why are you tellin'
our gals I was hit by a train?

Lots of respectable
people been hit by trains.

Judge Hobby over in Cookeville
was hit by a train.

What was I supposed to tell 'em?

That you were sent to the penal farm,
and I divorced you from shame?

I take your point, but it does put me
in a damned awkward position,

vis-a-vis my progeny.

Hello, Penny.

This gentleman botherin' you?

You Waldrip?

Uh-huh. That's right.

You been using my hair treatment?

Your hair treatment?

Excuse me.

I got news for you. In case you hadn't
noticed, I wasn't hit by a train.

And I have travelled many a weary mile

to be back with my wife

and my six daughters.

Seven, Daddy!

That ain't your daddy, Alvinelle.
Your daddy was hit by a train.

- Penny, you stop that.
- No, you stop it.

Vernon here's got a job.
Vernon's got prospects.

He's bona fide. What are you?

I'll tell you what I am.
I'm the paterfamilias.

- You can't marry him.
- I can, I am and I will. Tomorrow.

I gotta think about the little Wharvey
gals. They look to me for answers.

Vernon can support 'em
and buy 'em lessons on the clarinet.

The only good thing you ever did
for the gals was get hit by that train.

Why, you lyin' unconstant succubus.

Whoa, whoa, whoal!

You can't swear at my fiancée.

Oh, yeah?

Well, you can't marry my wife.

Who is that man?

He's not my husband.

Just a drifter, I guess.

Just some no account drifter.

And stay out of the Woolworths.

I'll bet she does imitations, too.

Deceitful, two-faced she-woman.

Never trust a female, Delmar.

Remember that one simple precept

and your time with me
will not have been ill-spent.

Okay, Everett.

Hit by a train.

The truth means nothin' to a woman, Delmar.
Triumph of the subjective.

You ever been with a woman?

Well, I...

I gotta get the family farm back
before I can start thinkin' about that.

That's right. If then.

Believe me, Delmar, woman is the most
fiendish instrument of torture

ever devised to bedevil the days of man.

Everett, I never figured you
for a paterfamilias.

Oh, yes. I have spread my seed.

And look what it's...

What the hell's...

Okay, boys, enjoy your picture show.

I have no money, honey.

How can I change?

Do not seek the treasure.

Do not seek the treasure.

It's a bushwhack.

They're fixin' an ambush.

Do not seek the treasure.

We thought you was

a toad.

We thought

you was

a toad!

Do not seek the treasure!

Quiet there! Watch the picture!

I signed that bill.
I signed a dozen agriculture bills.

Everyone knows I'm a friend of the farmer.

What I gotta do, start diddlin' livestock?

We can't do that, Daddy.
We might offend our constituency.

We ain't got a constituency.

Stokes got a constituency!

Well, it's a well-run campaign.

Midget and broom and whatnot.

- Devil his due.
- Hell of an organisation.

Say, I got an idea.

What's that, Junior?

We can hire us a little fella
even smaller than Stokes's.

You slump-shouldered sack of guts!

Why, we'd look like a bunch
of Johnny-Come-Latelys

braggin' on our own midget.

Don't matter how stumpy.

That's the goddamn problem right there.
People think Stokes got fresh ideas.

He's au courant, and we the past.

- It's a problem of...
- Perception.

That's right.

The reason why he's pullin' our pants down.

- Gonna paddle our little behinds.
- Ain't gon' paddle it.

Gon' kick it real hard.

No, I believe he's gonna paddle it.

I don't believe
that's a proper description.

Well, that's how I'd characterise it.

I believe
it's more of a kickin' situation.

God, forgive me.

I could not gaze upon that far shore.

- Pete.

Hold still!

Can't stand much longer.

It was a moment of weakness.

Quit your babblin', Pete.
We gotta skedaddle.

That's all I got.

They lured me out for a bathe,

and then they dunked me,
and trussed me up like a hog

and turned me in for the bounty.

Should've guessed it.
Typical womanly behaviour.

Just lucky we left
before they came back for us.

We didn't abandon you, Pete.
We just thought you was a toad.

No, they never did turn me into a toad.

Well, that was our mistake, then.

And we was beat up by a Bible salesman
and banished from Woolworths.

I don't know, Everett,
was it the one branch or all of 'em?

Well, I ain't had it easy either, boys.

Frankly...

Well, I...

I spilled my guts about the treasure.

Huh?

I'm awful sorry I betrayed you fellas.

Must be my Hogwallop blood.

That's all right, Pete.

It's awful white of you
to take it like that, Everett.

I feel wretched,

spoilin' your play for $1.2 million.

It's been eatin' out my guts.

That's all right.

You boys are true friends.

You're my boon companions.

Pete, I don't want you
to beat yourself up about this thing.

I can't help it,
but that's a wonderful thing to say.

Pete,

the fact of the matter is,

damn it,

there ain't no treasure.

Fact of the matter is, there never was.

So, where's all the money
from the armoured car job?

I never knocked over no armoured car.

I was sent up for practisin' law
without a licence.

But...

Damn it, I had to bust out.

My wife wrote me she was gettin' married,
I gotta stop it.

I had two weeks left on my sentence.

I couldn't wait two weeks.
She's gettin' married tomorrow.

With my added time for the escape,

I don't get out now until 1987.

Now, I am sorry about that.

I'll be

84 years old.

I guess they'll tack on
50 years for me, too.

Boys, we was chained together.

I had to tell you somethin'.
Bustin' out alone was not an option.

I'm sorry.

Eighty-four years old.

Well, I'll only be 82.

You!

You ruined my life!

You ruined my life!

I do apologise about that, Pete.

Eighty-four years old!

I'll be gummin' pabulum!

Now, boys, boys...

O Death

O Death

Won't you spare me over to another year

Well I am Death. None can excel

I'll open the door to heaven or hell

O Death, someone would pray

Could you wait to call me another day?

It's Tommy. They got Tommy.

Oh, my Lord.

A noose.

Sweet Jesus, we gotta save him.

I'll fix your feet till you can't walk

I'll lock your jaw till you can't talk

I'll close your eyes

SO you can't see

This very hour, come and go with me

The colour guard.

And if I come to take the soul

Leave the body and leave it cold

O Death

O Death

Won't you spare me over to another year

Brothers!

Oh, brothers!

We are forgathered here

to preserve our hallowed
culture and heritage

from intrusion, inclusion

and dilution

of colour, of creed

and of our old-time religion!

We aim to pull evil up by the root

before it chokes out the flower
of our culture and heritage.

And our women!
Let's not forget those ladies, y'all!

Lookin' to us for protection,

from darkies, from Jews,

from papists

and from all those smart-ass folks
say we come descended from monkeys.

- That's not my culture and heritage.
Yes!

- Is that your culture and heritage?
No!

And so,

we gonna hang us a negro.

I ain't never harmed you,
neither of you gentlemen.

I ain't never harmed nobody.

Hey! Hey, Tommy!
- Huh?

It's us. We come to rescue you.

That's mighty kind of you boys,

but I don't think
nothin's gonna save me now.

The devil's come to collect his due.

Don't be crazy, Tommy.

You don't wanna get hanged.

No, I don't reckon I do, but that's
the way it seems to be working out.

Listen, Tommy, I got a plan.

The colour guard is coloured.

Who made them the colour guard?

Run, boys!

No, no, son!

Can't let that flag touch the ground!

Ooh!

Take your hands off me.
I can do this myself. Get away from me.

I'm saying we should hire this man away.

- That's a good idea, Pappy.
- Hell of an idea.

- Can't beat 'em, join 'em.
- Have him join us.

Run our campaign. Steal that egghead's.

Enticements of power, wealth, et cetera.

- No one says no to Pappy O'Daniel.
- Oh, gracious, no.

- Not with his blandishments.
- Powers of persuasion.

What's his name again?

- Campaign manager?
- Yes.

- Waldrip.
- Vernon Waldrip.

- Vernon T. Waldrip.
- Hmm.

It's an invitation-only affair.

We'll have to sneak in
through the service entrance.

Hold on.

Wait a minute.

Who elected you leader of this outfit?

Since we been followin' your lead,

we got nothin' but trouble.

I got this close to bein' strung up,

and consumed in a fire,
and whipped no end,

and sunstroked and soggied...

- Turned into a frog.
- He wasn't turned into a frog.

Almost loved up, though.

So you're against me now, too?

Is that how it is, boys?

The whole world, God Almighty,

and now you.

Guess I deserve it.

Boys, I know that I made
some tactical mistakes.

But if you just stick
with me, I got a plan.

Believe me, boys, we can fix this thing.

I can get my wife back,
and we can get out of here.

Goddamn disgrace!

Made a travesty of the entire evening.

What I wouldn't give
to get a hold of those agitators.

I mean, whoever heard of such behaviour,
even amongst the coloured?

Well, mulattoes, maybe. I suspect
some miscegenation in their heritage.

How else you gonna explain it?
Usin' the Confederate flag as a missile!

This is crazy. No one's ever
gonna believe we're a real band.

It's gonna work. I just gotta
get close enough to talk to her.

Takin' off with us has got more future
than marryin' some guy named Waldrip.

I'm goddamn bona fide.

- I've got the answers.
Everett, my beard itches.

In The Jailhouse Now, fellers.

Neighbourhood of B.

Psst.

It's me.

No.

I had a friend named Ramblin' Bob

He used to steal, gamble and rob

He thought he was the smartest guy around

We're leavin' the state,

pursuin' opportunities in another venue.

I got big plans.

Not minstrels. This here's just a dodge.
I'm gonna be a dentist.

I know this guy who'll
print me up a licence.

He's in the jailhouse now

-Well I told him once or twice

To stop playin' cards and a-shootin' dice

He's in the jailhouse now

Bob liked to play his poker

Well, that is an improper suggestion.

I can't switch sides
in the middle of a campaign,

especially to work for a man
who lacks moral fibre.

Moral fibre? Why, you pasty-faced sumbitch.

I invented moral fibre.

Pappy O'Daniel was displaying
rectitude and high-mindedness

when that egghead you work for
was still messin' his drawers.

Honey.
- Go away.

I want to be what you want me to be.
I want you and the gals to come with me.

[ told him once or twice

to stop playin' cards and a-shootin' dice

What are you doing here, Pappy?

I guess someone let on
we were givin' out liquor.

You'll be laughin' out the other side
of your face come November.

Pappy O'Daniel
will be laughin' then.

Not out the other side of his face, though.

Oh, no, just the regular side.

They're my daughters too, Penny.

Ain't you ever heard of...

In constant sorrow

All through his days

/

Am a man

of constant sorrow

I've seen trouble

Hot damn! It's the Soggy Bottom Boys!

I bid farewell

to old Kentucky

The place where |

was born and raised

The place where he

was born and raised

Holy moley! These boys are a hit!

But Pappy, they's integrated.

Wait a minute.

Well, I guess folks don't mind
they's integrated.

You's miscegenated.

All you boys is miscegenated!

Give me a microphone!
Give me a microphone!

Give me a microphone!

These boys is not white.

These boys is not white.
Hell, they ain't even old-timey.

Look, I happen to know,
ladies and gentlemen,

that this band of miscreants here,

this very evening
interfered with a lynch mob

in the performance of its duties.

It's true!

See, I belong to a certain secret society.

I don't believe I gotta mention
its name, you know.

Let 'em play!
Hush him up!

And these boys here,

they trampled all over
our venerated observances and rituals.

Now, this here music is over. All right?

Boo!

Folks, listen to me.

These boys desecrated a fiery cross.

Y'all having a good time?

And they's convicts, folks!
Fugitives escaped off the farm!

Now, folks, these boys gotta be
remanded to the authorities!

Criminals!

And I have it from the highest authority

that that negro sold his soul to the devil!

- Oh!

Wait a minute,
now, folks. It's true!

It's true!

Wait a minute, folks.

Is you is or is you ain't my constituency?

Is you is or is you ain't my constituency?

Is you is or is you ain't my constituency?

- Oh! Come on, folks!
Shut up!

It's Homer, now! Come on.
I'm the friend of the little man!

It's fare thee well

My own true lover

I never expect

to see you again

For

I'm bound to ride

that northern railroad

Perhaps I'll die

upon that train

Perhaps he'll die

upon that train

Goddamn! Opportunity knocks!

Get out of my way!

I'm just a stranger

My face you'll never see no more

But there is one promise

that is given

I'll meet you on

God's golden shore

He'll meet you on

God's golden shore

That's fine! That's fine!

Ladies and gentlemens,

here and listenin' at home,

the great state of Mississippi,

Pappy O'Daniel, governor,

wants to thank the Soggy Bottom Boys
for that wonderful performance.

Now, it looks like the only man
in this great state

who ain't a music lover

is my esteemed opponent
in the upcomin', Homer Stokes.

Yeah, well, there ain't
no accountin' for taste.

Sounded to me like he was harbourin'
some kind of hateful grudge

against the Soggy Bottom Boys,

on account of their rough and rowdy past.

Looks like Homer
Stokes is the kind of fella

wants to cast the first stone.

Well, I'm with you folks.

I'm a forgive and forget
Christian, and I say

if their rambunctiousness
and misdemeanorin' is behind 'em...

It is, ain't it, boys?

Yes, sir, it is.

Well, then I say, by
the power vested in me,

these boys is hereby pardoned!

And furthermore,

in the second Pappy
O'Daniel administration,

these boys is gonna be my brain trust.

What's that mean, Everett?

Well, Delmar, it means
that you and me and Pete and Tommy

are gonna be the power
behind the throne, so to speak.

Oh. Okay.

So, without further ado,

and by way of endorsin' my candidacy,

the Soggy Bottom Boys
is gonna lead us all in a chorus of

You Are My Sunshine.

Ain't ya, boys?

Governor, it's one of our favourites.

Son,

you're gonna go far.

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

when skies are grey

You'll never know, dear

how much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away

I guess Vernon T. Waldrip
is gonna be goin' on relief.

Maybe I can throw a
little patronage his way.

Get him a job diggin' ditches
or roundin' up stray dogs.

So, is the marriage off then, Miss Wharvey?

McGill.

No, the marriage will
take place as planned.

Little change of cast.

Me and the little lady are gonna
pick up the pieces and retie the knot,

mixaphorically speaking.

You boys are invited, of course.

Hell, you're the best men.

Already got the rings.

Where's your ring, honey?

I ain't worn it
since our divorce came through.

Must still be in the roll-top in the
old cabin. Never thought I'd need it.

Vernon bought one encrusted with jewels.

Now's the time to buy it off him cheap.

We ain't gettin' married with his ring.
You said you'd changed.

- Honey, yours is just an old pewter thing.
- Ain't gon' be no weddin'.

- It's just a symbol, honey.
- No weddin'.

We'll go fetch it with you, Everett.

Shut up, Delmar. It's just a symbol.

I've spoken my piece and counted to three.

She counted to three.

God damn it. She counted to three.

Son of a bitch!

You have any idea how far that cabin is?

George?

Hello, boys!

Well, these little men finally caught up
with the criminal of the century!

Looks like the chair for George Nelson!

Yup! Gonna electrify me!

I'm gonna go off like a Roman candle!

Twenty-thousand volts
chasin' a rabbit through yours truly.

Goddamn! Gonna suck all the power
right out of the state!

Gonna shoot sparks out the top of my head

and lightning from my fingertips!

I'm George Nelson,
and I'm feelin' 10 feet tall!

Looks like George is
right back on top again.

Cow Killer!

At least you boys
get to see the ancestral manse,

the home where I spent so many a happy day

in the bosom of my family.

A refugium, if you will,
with a mighty oak tree out front

and a happy little tyre swing kinda...

Where's the happy little tyre swing?

End of the road, boys.

- Now, wait a minute.
- Let's go, boys.

- It's had its twists and turns.
- Wait a minute, now.

Now, it deposits you here.

Wait a minute.

You have eluded fate
and you have eluded me

for the last time.

Tie their hands, boys.

You can't do this now.

Didn't know you'd be bringin' a friend.

He'll just have to wait his turn.

Share one of your graves.

You can't do this. We just got
pardoned by the governor hisself.

It went out on the radio.

Is that right?

Well, we ain't got a radio.

God have mercy.

You

got to go

to that lonesome valley

You

It ain't fit.

It ain't the law.

The law?

The law is a human institution.

Nobody else

can go there for you, no

Perhaps you should start
making your prayers.

Got

to go

Oh, my God.

Everett.

Tommy, I'm sorry we got you into this.

Good Lord,

what do we do?

By

Yourself

Lord,

please look down
and recognise us poor sinners.

Please, Lord,

I just wanna see my daughters again.

I been separated from
my family for so long.

I know I been guilty
of pride and sharp dealin'.

I'm sorry that I turned my back on you.

Forgive me

and help us, Lord.

For the sake of my family.
For Tommy's sake.

For Delmar's and Pete's.

Let me see my daughters again, Lord.

Help us.

Please.

You

got to go

to the lonesome valley

Yes, sir!

You

got

to go

there

by

Yourself

Nobody else

Nobody else can go for you

You

got

to go

there

by

Yourself

A miracle! It was a miracle!

Delmar, don't be ignorant.
I told you they was floodin' this valley.

- No, that ain't it.
- We prayed to God, and he pitied us.

Well, it never fails.

Once again, you two hayseeds are
showin' how much you want for intellect.

There's a perfectly scientific explanation
for what just happened.

That ain't the tune you was singin'
back at the gallows.

Well, any human being will cast about
in @ moment of stress.

No, the fact is, they're
floodin' this valley

so they can hydroelectric up
the whole durn state.

Yes, sir, the South is gonna change.

Everything's gonna be put on electricity
and run on a pa yin' basis.

Out with the old spiritual mumbo jumbo,
the superstitions and the backward ways.

We're gonna see a brave new world
where they run everybody a wire

and hook us all up to a grid.

Yes, sir, a veritable age of reason,
like the one they had in France.

Not a moment too soon.

Not a moment too soon.

Hey, there's Tommy.

Tommy, what you ridin' there?

Whoa.

Roll-top desk.

My latest sun is sinking fast

My race is nearly run

All's well that ends
well, so the poet said.

That's right, honey.

I don't mind tellin' you I'm awful pleased

my adventurin' days have come to an end.

It's time for this ol' boy
to enjoy some repose.

- That's good.
- You were right about that ring, too.

Any other weddin' band wouldn't do.

This here were foreordained.

Fate was a-smilin' on me,
you just have to have confidence...

- That's not my ring.
- What?

That's not my ring.

- Not your ring?
- That's one of Aunt Hurlene's.

- You said it was in the roll-top desk.
- I said I thought it was in the roll-top desk.

- No, you said...
- Or under the mattress.

Maybe my chiffo-robe. I don't know.

Well, I'm sorry, honey.

We need that ring.

Well, that ring is at the bottom
of a pretty durn big lake.

Uh-uh.

- A 9,000-hectare lake.
- I don't care if it's 90,000.

- That lake was not my doing.
- Of course not.

- I counted to three, honey.
- No, wait, honey.

Finding one little ring in the middle of
all that water is one hell of a heroic task.

And gives me victory

Oh, come

Angel band

Come and around me stand

Oh, bear me away
on your snow white wings

to my immortal home

Oh, bear me away
on your snow white wings

to my immortal home