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For the past eight years I've
been in business for myself.

My main line is
men's socks, factory thirds,

which I buy in 200 pound bales

and sell three
pairs for a dollar.

When I first started,

I was harassed
by the local police

and the county sheriff's office
to buy a peddler's license,

and that ate up all my profit.

Having formally
worked as both a mind reader

and a fortune teller,

I knew that the long
arm of the law was less likely

to reach out if I was
under the Lord's protection.

And so I invented the
Little Brothers of St. Mortimer.

[upbeat country music]

* There's
a stranger in my mirror *

* Who don't know how to behave *

* He keeps grinnin'
'bout you and whistlin' tunes *

* While he ought to
be watchin' me shave *

* We move alike
and we look the same *

* But I swear we've
got totally different brains *

* And the love
we're in with you *

* Just makes it clearer *

* He used to be my twin *

* Now there's
a stranger in my mirror *

* And he doesn't
want to go out drinkin' *

* With all of
his friends no more *

* He's got both of us thinkin',
you're what we're livin' for *

* We've gone crazy
and we can't recover *

* You're always on
one mind or the other *

* I admit
we should be certified *

* He's a little
schizophrenic and so am I *

* There's
a stranger in my mirror *

* Who don't know how to behave *

* He keeps grinnin'
'bout you and whistlin' tunes *

* While he ought to
be watchin' me shave *

* We move alike
and we look the same *

* But I swear we've
got totally different brains *

* And the love
we're in with you *

* Just makes it clearer *

* He used to be my twin *

* Now there's
a stranger in my mirror *

[train horn blowing]

[train horn blowing]

[Brother Edgar] Bonjour.

Welcome to Como, South Arkansas.

It's not a town you call
dumb, but mention culture

and they'll smash
your balls with a hammer.

A dancing bear
could earn more money

than Beethoven in this town.

That old
Beethoven was a lousy dancer.

Stack 'em neatly Mr. Pittman,

and remember
we are selling socks for God

made by blind
Christian children.

Push the shit brown
and hold back on the blue.

I got stuck with
the shit brown last year.

Why you small time, no big time?

You, you, you, you,
you'll die selling socks.

Right, like you nearly
died on the Rio Grande.

We all have
our dreams, Mr. Pittman.

I have earned these
good citizens respect

by keeping
their feet warm in the winter.

I have allowed them to
experience a joy of giving.

Why?

Thank you ladies.

Thank you.

My dream, Morales,
does not include Timberfest.

Does not include you.

And I tell you,
it does not include socks.

Dream on,
Brother Pittman, dream on.

[group clattering]

[door clicks]

[door bangs]

Bonjour.

Are you a lumberjack?

Moi?

No, no.

What is it that you're
looking for, monsieur?

A book.

Smart move,
you've come to the right place.

What kind of book?

A law book, "How to
Become a Citizen of America".

Fourth shelf on
your left, immigration Law.

Thank you.

[group chattering]

I'm thinking ahead
here, Brother Edgar.

Reckon just how
many I'm gonna need.

Well, I'm no
visionary Mr. Spivey,

but guess
it pays to think ahead.

I'll take this.

[fingers tapping]

Are you a county resident?

Uh.

Only county
residents are allowed

to check books out
from the Bookmobile.

Oh, Shakespeare.

I like Shakespeare.

You like Shakespeare?

Yes.

Shall I compare
thee to the summer's day.

Thou art more
lovely and um more...

uhh hot.

It's hot.

I'm hot.

Are you hot?

Hmm?

No, no, no.

Don't say anything.

[upbeat country music]

[ax thuds]
[beer splashing]

Yeah!

Hey!

[chainsaw buzzing]

[ax thudding]

[man grunting]

Gotta go, bye.

See you later.

Welcome back, Mr. Pittman.

Give me 75 cents
for a raspberry slush.

It's hot.

You think the streets are
paved with raspberry slush, huh?

What's that?

It's an immigration book.

"How to
Become an American Citizen".

No, wrong.

This is not
a book about immigration.

This is a book about litigation.

Litigation.

No, no.

Immigration is what
you do when you wanna move

from one country to another.

Litigation is what you do
when the building company

drops a brick on your head
or somebody cheats you.

Then you take 'em to court

and sue 'em for
every buck you can get.

That's litigation.

Wow.

Sounds good.

I'll read it.

Now could you give me
75 cents for a raspberry slush

for my friend, please?

Please.

Thank you.

Yoo-hoo.

* I begged her not to go, said
I could not live without her *

Oh, my God.

* She said don't be
dramatic, you'll survive *

* She drove away,
the sky turned gray *

* I cried all night about her *

* I'm still breathin' *

* But her leavin' hurts
more each day I'm alive *

* If I can't live without
her, how come I ain't dead *

* Six feet down in
the cold, cold ground *

* With a stone above my head *

* But something's
wrong 'cause now she's gone *

* And I live on instead *

* If I can't live without
her, how come I ain't dead *

[birds chirping]

Would you look at the view?

Pretty as a picture.

Alive with flavor!

This is what
makes America great.

Landscape and sales.

Sales is what
makes America great.

[suspenseful music]
[water splashing]

[ominous music]

[gun clicks]

Give me money.

I'm a traveling ministry,

the little money I have
is designated for the poor.

Will you take socks instead?

Come on, I wanna
see if you wooly gum or no.

Wooly socks yes, wooly gums no.

Just give me your size
and I'll fish you out a pair.

Give me socks and money.

Now that's all I have.

What color for the socks?

Blue.

Huh?

I think I'm a tad short on blue.

[door clicking]

No messing or you're dead.

[slow tempo country music]

You're robbing
me at these socks,

you are depriving the destitute,

taking the food from
the mouths of orphans

currently reside in of the
Little Brothers of St. Mortimer,

a home for Christian children.

Blind!

Consider
that when you put 'em on.

Thanks.

You're welcome, Kid.

[water splashing]

Goddamn!

How long does
it take a Mexican wetback

to evacuate his bowels?

Oh, no, 3000 legal Mexicans
in the state of Arkansas

and I have to
find this little dick.

Beautiful day, huh?

-Isn't it?
-Looks like you're

a long way from home, Señor.

[Morales] Yeah.

[Sheriff Becker] Carry
immigration papers at all times?

Why Sheriff Becker,
what a pleasure to see you.

Mr. Pittman, what
do you think y'all doing?

Jogging.

He's with you?

Newly arrived from
our mission in Laredo.

Orphaned, tragic case.
Did you say jogging?

Yep.

In this heat?

Jogging for Jesus.

Jesus.

Mr. Pittman and
all the little brothers

of St. Mortimer counsels

for physical as well
as spiritual wellness,

but we are gonna
be late for God's work.

And protect your head
against the sun at all times.

Thought I had myself
a wetback there, Reverend.

Your vigilance
and devotion to duty

is a credit to you, Sheriff.

Pledged to serve.

Campaigning
for reelection I see.

All the way down to Lomas Falls.

Appreciate your vote.

Oh, Lomas, that's a long ride.

Not when there's hot tea waiting

at the end of it, Brother Edgar.

Tea? [chuckles]

How quaint.

Quaint, it ain't.

Bye.

[upbeat country music]

Go, get out of here!

Come on, go!

Screw you,
Woolsey, hog shit farmer.

[gun bangs]

Why not try
Plumrod's famous mile high pie

with wedges big enough
to cover up a dinner plate

and meringue on top

that ain't
nevertheless seven inches high.

And if it ain't, then Slovas
Plumrod will give it you free.

I'll have
the famous mile high pie.

For my friend,
he will eat nothing

until he is finishes greens.

He needs his roughage.

[Morales speaking
in foreign language]

Okay, you eat your greens
and stop talking smut.

[Morales speaks
in foreign language]

Yeah, as you say nice ass.

[brooding music]

Morales, Morales.

-What?
-Look.

He's the one that robbed me.

Robbed you.

Who robbed you?

Him.

Oh, that's.
[speaks in foreign language]

[speaks in
foreign language] What?

Butterfly.

[Morales speaks
in foreign language]

What Spanish, French, and German

with a trilingual dyslexic?

No, the kid, the kid.

What, what, what?

[Edgar and
Morales] The White River Kid.

[plate shattering]

What's the matter with you?

Keep your voice down.

What, what?

And how many
people did he kill, huh?

What five, six?

Oh. [speaks in foreign language]

What him? No, he ain't nothing
but a child.

Mile high pie.

They've seen him.

You and your big mouth,

They're gonna shoot him down
in the middle of my dessert.

You get no
dessert or your roughage.

We have a duty.

We have to warn him.

[speaks in foreign language]
This is a crazy motherfucker.

You go over
there, he will kill you.

Why, why would he kill me?

I, I, I'm his redeemer.

If he kills you,
I take the business.

The mile high pie to go, okay?

Oh, my shoe.

Kid.

Kid, remember me, huh?

I'm your friend.

[siren wailing]

The cops are
waiting to kill you.

[tires screeching]

You take one step out of
that front door and you're dead.

Not me.

They wooly gum, they gonna die.

Get out of here.

Eat my dog first.

[gun clicking]

Okay, have it your way.

Oh, excuse me.

Nice suit.

Fits you like snake.

Of course it does.

Thank you, Mr. Pines.

You have a nice day.

You gave him the wrong change.

No.

A fifty for a dollar
to Mr. Pines, I saw it.

Look, Morales,
there are some things

best left misunderstood.

Now come on,
let's get outta here.

I've gotta talk to you.

[ominous music]
[door bangs]

Huh, huh.

You wanna stay alive, keep
your hands in view at all times.

My uncle learned that

when he surrender
to the North Koreans.

Good today, gentlemen.

[Brother Edgar] A beacon in the
wilderness, the Mount Ida Motel.

Pull over Morales,
screw the expense.

Tonight we sleep in real beds.

Heaven.

[Kid] Drive on.

Go back, Reverend.

[Brother Edgar] Who's this we?

Tell the spic to
hit the gas, Reverend.

Hit the gas, spic.

[van engine revving]

I got my girl along.

Oh good.

That's spic ate
you're mile high, Reverend.

I've seen him do it.

Judas.

This here as
the White River Kid.

He's got a gun, so
you better just watch your ass.

And we are
fixing to get married.

We are?

We engaged.

-Since when?
-Right now.

That's when.

[laughs] I'm engaged.

We are about to get married.

Well, congratulations.

Isn't that wonderful, Morales?

Don't you think
that's wonderful?

Yeah, mucho wonderful.

I cannot believe
I'm gonna get married.

You gotta go
meet my family first.

I ain't getting
married till you do.

Alright.

Where is home Ms. Apple Lisa?

Is that somewhere around here?

It's Lomas Falls
out by the big hole.

Lomas Falls.

Wow, that's,
that's quite a bus ride.

Bus?

Where's the girl
gonna get money for the bus?

Oh, please allow the brotherhood

to contribute to the fare.

A wedding present.

No, no, no, no.

You can take us, you can
the wetback at the wheel.

You can take us
and you can marry us.

Oh, wonderful.

Lomas Falls.

We can have
some tea with the sheriff.

[motorcycle engine roaring]

[suspenseful country music]

[siren beeping]

[siren beeping]

You get your ass
on back here, Kid.

I need to see what you got.

Uh, no, not on the socks.

-Drive on.
-Please.

[water splashing]

[insects chirping]

[crow cawing]

[Brother Edgar scoffing]

The papers say you killed
six or eight people, Kid.

The things
I killed weren't people.

Not people?

Nope.

They's wooly gums.

Wooly gums? [chuckles]

What's wooly gums, Kid?

Just like...

Just like, just like fog

rising from the river.

Tried to kill me.

They tried to kill you when?

It's time they tried to catch
me.

How can you tell a wooly
gums from a normal person, hmm?

The eyes.

The eyes?

Yep, see wooly gyms,
they got no light in the eyes.

No Sheriff,
nobody cares if kill 'em all.

They ain't people.

No lie.

[both chuckle]

[air blowing]
[brooding music]

Oh.

I would have got
killed by Yonder at Plummer's

if it weren't for you.

I seen all them
with their wooly gums.

You the only man
who ever done anything like that

to help me before.

You're my friend.

I'm proud to
be your friend, Kid.

Proud.

[White River Kid laughs]

Nobody ever want to shake
hands with me like that before.

[Brother Edgar laughs]

[Morales humming]

[Morales speaking
in foreign language]

Got a lot of mouth.

[Edgar] You said your prayers
this morning, Mr. Pittman?

[Apple Lisa] Kid?

He's as crazy as a loon.

He's seeing wooly gums.

Wooly gums?

What's wooly gums?

Lomas Falls is
the butt end of the universe.

I'd rather be
tortured by North Koreans

then go to Lomas Falls.

And it means we miss
the hog calling contest at Waco.

This is so bad for business.

Sheriff Becker's
heading that way.

Uh.

We can't take this risk.

Are you looking for this?

If you kill him,
you gotta kill her too.

She's got a mouth bigger
than the whole Grand Canyon.

Si.

No.

What am I saying this?

This, this is murder.

You can't just go
around killing people.

Kill today,
national enquirer tomorrow.

You got an evil mind.

Look at me.

I lost my gun.

You see my gun?

Morales, you seen the kid's gun?

Here's your gun, Kid.

[suspenseful music]

Take it.

Yep.

Yep.

Ah.

[gun clicks]

[tense ominous music]

Look in my eyes.

[Apple Lisa] Blow his nose off,
Kid.

[Kid] Keep looking.

[Brother Edgar] Kid, please.

[brooding guitar music]

Touch my gun
again and I'll kill you.

Wooly gums or no.

This is so bad for business.

We gotta get rid of them.

[Apple Lisa] I want breakfast,
let's go.

[Brother Edgar] Hamburgers,
fries, donuts, colas.

You sure you don't want
some salad with this stuff?

You know, we do have
our complexions to consider.

Come here, come, come here.

Now look out there.

Huh?

That's county Sheriff Becker.

He knows you, Kid.

Everybody knows you.

That butterfly in
your cheek, you are marked out.

You're famous.

Yeah, you're a famous, Kid.

You just take a walk over
to the sheriff's office, hmm?

He'll see your face.

Wanted, the White River Kid.

[fast tempo country music]

[Teacher] All right, let's go,
come on.

Where's my face?

It ain't up there.

Mr. Pittman, free at last!
[laughs]

[Jim laughing]

Here you go, Jim.

Much obliged, Ralph.

That's what I'm here for.

[group chattering]

Let me look, Kid.

So will I see
you at Boot Scooters

for the campaign kickoff?

Oh, you bet, Jim.

-You want off?
-Yeah.

You wanna go?

Come on, let's go.

[Teacher] All right, let's go.

Whoo!

Whoo-ho-ho!

Kid!

[group chattering]

Thanks.

That's him, I'd
know that tattoo anywhere.

Go, go, go!

[siren wailing]

-Oh.
-Stop.

You stop.

I am lost.

I wanna go home.

And if you don't take me,

I'm gonna go find
the sheriff and tell him.

Where, where have you been?

I've been all over this
town searching for you.

-You're lost.
-I told you.

[siren wailing]

[brakes screeching]

[Apple Lisa] Where's the kid and
where's my damn cola and pop?

Hey, you're on my damn head.

-Oh!
-Oh, you greaseball!

Hear that,
she called me greaseball.

That's slander.

I'm gonna sue her.

And she hit you with
her purse, that's assault.

-Uh-huh.
-I got you on this.

-Uh-huh.
-Shut up and go!

Uh-oh.

Just keep quiet.

Keep her quiet.

Stay here.

Just get back in the van,
drive on through, Reverend.

I'll not impede God's progress.

You got a problem here, Sheriff?

White River Kid
had another sighting.

What here in town?

Pretty certain it was him.

Got him a big campaign rally

kicking off
Thursday at Boot Scooters,

I hope you'll come by
and give it your blessing.

You can count on me, Sheriff.

Bless you.

[slow tempo country music]

Let's go, Lomas Falls.

Kid, where have you been?

I got colas.

[Apple Lisa] Oh, thank you,
I needed, oh, God!

[Apple Lisa] You need to learn
how to drive, damn stupid head.

Now, we don't want nobody

shooting first

and asking
questions after, right, Kid?

Right.

So anybody ask

it's skin cancer.

Y'all hear me?

The kid has got cancer
of the skin if anybody asks.

Let's put another one on here.

Whew.

If I don't get me a cola
soon, I am just going to die.

[store clerk] Welcome to
Socrates, Brother Edgar.

Is that Socrates as in Socrates,

the celebrated
Greek philosopher?

It is indeed, Brother Edgar.

What a thing of a mind
that must have been, huh?

What a dinner party.

Hey, give me those.

Come on.

[door clicks]

They want gas?

You want gas?

Uh, just $10
worth, that's that's all.

Just 10 bucks, Pasco.

[door bangs]
[dog barking]

Trouble over there,
Brother Edgar, big trouble.

The Dunn
brothers, JC and Houston.

Couple of mean looking boys.

Social deprivation
on the loose, huh?

Ah, look at this one.

-Oh yeah.
-Huh?

I picked out this stuff.

And Lisa wants that dress.

You're embarrassing
me here, son.

I've only got 20
and 10 of that's for gas.

This your boy?

Yes.

This is my boy.

[Morales sighs]

This is my son.

Here boy,
you want a lucky rabbit's foot?

I like rabbit's foot too.

What's the matter
about the boy's face?

Skin cancer.

He doesn't know.

I'm taking him to
a clinic in Houston.

[Apple Lisa] Here, feel that.

There's no charges with
these goods, Brother Edgar.

[Apple Lisa] Whoo.

-Thank you.
-Feels good.

God bless you.

Come on children, let's go.

Take care now y'all.

[Apple Lisa] Bye, thank you.

[Houston] Will you look
a the dago greaser.

Ain't he got
the cutest ass? [laughs]

He's just like
a gal, aren't you?

Why don't you shake that
ass for us, greaseball.

[JC and Houston laughing]

What you doing in
Socrates in that dress, boy?

We are a traveling
ministry doing God's work.

Is it God's work?

Get in, get in, get in
the van, get in the van.

Socrates you greaseball.

-Go back and play, boy!
-You want I should

kill 'em, Brother Edgar?

No, no, no such
things are necessary.

Just get in the van, get in the
van.

Come on and play, huh?

[JC and Houston yelling]

-Come on boy.
-Whoo-hoo.

[both cheering]

My uncle was a great
hero in the Korean war.

Did I ever tell you that?

He swapped led with
communists in the jungle.

And everybody
knows communists are crazy.

As soon as they're acquiring it,

then they want to give it away.

They wanna share it.

Well, when I was a kid, my
uncle taught me how to survive.

Survival is virtue.

Turn the other
cheek and survive.

[slow tempo country music]

[chain clanging]

We have wandered onto the set

of "The Night of
the Living Dead".

Which cheek you gonna
turn now, Brother Edgar?

Y'all strangers
get out of the van.

[door bangs]

You boys move over
or you will lament the day.

For we under
the Lord's protection.

[Houston spits]

I suspect the word lament
is causing them some problems.

Stay put everybody and I'll,
I'll go parlay with the natives

and I'm sure
they'll listen to reason.

Come on now y'all
walk away from the van.

It's no use to you.

And you can leave the bitch.

She's gonna get shag assed.

Ain't no, mister. [laughs]

I want that spic, JC.

You got him, Houston.

Look this, this

is a sacred cross

of the Little Brothers
of St. Mortimer.

Behold the cross.

Behold the chain.

Hang on.

You are breaking the law.

Every citizen is guarantee
free and peaceful access

to the highways.

Now move or we will
file a class A action suit

for disturbance of the peace

and the deprivation
of our civil right.

[Houston laughing]

Clarence Darrow lives.

Move your ass!
[speaking in foreign language]

[Morales grunts]
[chain clanging]

[knife slashes]
[dramatic music]

JC.

[Houston gurgling]

Uh, uh, uh, who are y'all?

Kid!

Wooly gums,
you're not taking me back.

Kid, no!

[gun bangs]

Oh, no.

They broke the law.

They was wooly gums.

You know,
there's a growing belief

that hell actually exists

somewhere
beneath the earth crust.

Figure here's as a good as
place as any to start digging.

[hog squealing]

Hogs.

[suspenseful music]

Hogs!

Get out!

Come on, get the hell out!

[Kid] Drive this van!

Kid, why you so scared, Kid?

Hogs, razorback
hogs, they eat anything.

Anything.

They ain't nothing
but hog shit tomorrow.

Quite an obituary.

They hog shit now.

America's sure
going to miss those boys.

[slow tempo country music]

* Hidin' your feelings
and biding your time *

* Travelin' by is
one town at a time *

* It's your design *

* Your life is fine
but read the signs *

* You got gas in your tank
and the road for your home *

* Time on your side
and your life is your own *

* And looking back a waste
of time but read the signs *

* With no one to hold you
you gather no moss *

* Ahead of the game so you say *

* No where to stay
yet you're feeling no loss *

* 'Cause you're
leading the life of a stray *

* Both night and day *

* Seasons will change
and your life is the same *

* And someday you wake
up and find you're all alone *

* And out of time *

-Whoo!
-Get it, Kid.

Go on.

* The signs *

Gotta get my thing off.

Wait!

Here I come.

We can go now.

What?

Yeah, let's go.

We just leave them here.

-Kid.
-What are you talking about?

-What?
-Kid.

Do that and some
deputies gonna see devils

coming outta Kid's ears and
put up a bullet in his skull.

-Kid.
-You can't.

Kid, where are you?

Just leave him here?

Why not?

What are you gonna do?

You wanna save his soul?

Kid's a killer.

-Kid.
-Huh?

What about you?

What are you now
you've added murder

to your list of
misdemeanor, Senor Pittman, huh?

Justifiable homicide.

Self-defense.

I save your life.

We're quits now, oh yes.

-Kid.
-No.

[Apple Lisa] Come up out of that
water right now.

Not in my book.

Hey, where's he gone?

He's gone.

He's, he's, he's
just diving, don't worry.

No, he's not coming up.

Kid, Kid.

He can't hear you.

Of course he can't hear me,

he's under
the goddamn water, you dumb-ass.

He might drown.

He's not gonna drown.

This is the White River Kid,
this boy is a fish.

You watch 20
bucks says he'll be back up

before you can count to 10.

You gotta bet.

You would bet
money on this boy's life.

Besides you don't
have the money to gamble.

Put it on my tab.

You have a wager.

Deal.

One.

Dos.

Trois.

Four!

He's underground that boy.

Get him out, get him out.

He's not gonna drown,
I told you it's impossible.

Five!

Stop that counting!

Stop it!

Just hold it, will you, Morales?

Where have you gone?

Kid!

Six!

Stop it!

Stop it.

He went in over there.

Not now.

Don't take him now, please.

-Kid!
-Get him out.

Kid.

Come on.

Please help him.
Kid, where are you?

Kid?

-10!
-No!

You think I'm
paying you, you're sick!

No.

Verbal contract enforceable
by law small claims court.

Ha!

Whoa!

[Apple Lisa cheering]

Hey, right there!

What, what did I tell you?

Kid.

Brother Edgar, this old
fish has been waiting for you.

[White River Kid laughs]

[fire crackling]
[insects chirping]

[gentle music]

Making love like this,
you are gonna give me a baby.

Drinking wine gives you babies.

[both laughing]

Too funny.

Who told you that?

Mom.

She said every time
she drank wine, she had a baby.

[both laughing]

Well, how many
babies does she have?

Why too many I guess.

Don't really know.

We were put in a home.

They put you in a home.

Told me love God,

and they baptized me with water,

and whipped my
ass to drive the devil out.

So I walked on out of there.

I live by the river.

And on the river.

And in the river.

I love the river.

I love you.

[upbeat country music]

* Trying hard to solve a crime *

* In a peaceful town,
it's summertime time *

* A pretty girl just
kissed her love goodbye *

* Sometime at
night he disappear *

* Foul play is
what the sheriff feared *

* To the unsuspecting
victim of the crime *

Yee-haw!

Whoo!

[woman giggles]

Ah.

Look.

* Sheriff
covered miles of ground *

* No trace remained,
no clues were found *

* There seemed like
no solution to the case *

* Then a guy appeared one day *

* And the sweet gal's
grief was swept away *

* This handyman
was fixin' up her fate *

I said smile.

* You can't out run
the long arm of the law *

* You can't out run the long *

Okay?

* Of the law *

I'll be back.

* It reaches long
so if you're wrong *

* You're surely gonna fall *

* 'Cause you can't out
run the long arm of the law *

[group clapping]
[group cheering]

[slow tempo gentle music]

Excuse me ma'am,
you appear to be abandoned.

Like a ship in the desert.

Huh?

My one night off in the weekend,

I get stuck with a rotten apple.

Uh, huh.

May I offer
you a seat at my table?

Why thank you, Sir.

What is a gentleman like
you doing in a place like this?

Allow me.

Thank you.

* Fresh snow
blossoms in the spring *

Would you care for a drink?

No hurry.

When the waiter stops by,
I'll have a Cincinnati pussy.

* They was near *

I've never had one of those.

It's got quite a kick to it.

And then it makes you purr.

Huh?

Make a change from all that tea.

Tea?

Huh?

From what I hear,
Lomas Falls is a place for tea.

Well, if that's what
you heard, then it may be so.

Oh.

[insects chirping]

* Live like you love each day *

* Shadow cast point *

You got a light?

But of course, allow me.

Nice voice.

I like a man with an nice
voice, gets the juices flowing.

Hmm.

You know what I mean?

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

[insects chirping]

Look at him in there sitting
in there acting all holy.

He is not so holy.

Believe me,
I've seen it in his eyes.

[fast tempo
upbeat country music]

I want a soda.

Me too.

* There's
a stranger in my mirror *

* Who don't know how to behave *

* He keeps grinnin'
'bout you and whistlin' tunes *

Excuse me a second, I'll be back
in two minutes, okay?

-I didn't expect to see you.
-Campaigning all the way

to Lomas Falls with Sheriff
Becker.

Wouldn't have
missed it for the world.

* There's
a stranger in my mirror *

* Who don't know how to behave *

Hey, Mr. Pines.

How you doing?

Oh, I know your face.

Morales Velazquez
Hernandez Rivera Pittman,

attorney of law.

Maybe I can be of help to you.

Sure, sure, you can help me.

Just stay out of my way.

* Used to be my twin *

* Now there's
a stranger in my mirror *

Still like your suit, Mr. Pines.

[group cheering] [group
clapping]

Now I'd like to put God's
word behind my campaign.

You all know him.

You know him for his work
with the blind and the disabled.

You all wear his socks.

[group laughing]

Come up here, Brother Edgar

of the Little Brothers
of St. Mortimer.

[group clapping]

Um, excuse me.

Brother Edgar

[Sheriff] All right, brother.

Brother Edgar.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, Sheriff.

I've known this fine
man for,

how long has it been?

We were kids together.

Yeah, we, we were kids together.

I chose the law,
Brother Edgar chose God.

Amen.

Amen.

God and justice on the highway.

County Sheriff Becker point
your votes in his direction.

And now at this time,

I would like
you all to bow your heads

for a moment
in silent meditation

for those less
fortunate than ourselves.

In this land lock
state of Arkansas,

let us pray...for those

in peril on the sea.

Where's that damn soda?

Hi, um, my name is Valentine
Costello

and I'm a trainee
as a hosiery technician

for the Little Brothers
of St. Mortimer.

And I'd just like to have
a word with everyone if I could.

I'll do, Ms. Costello.

Ms. Valentine Costello,
ladies and gentlemen.

[group clapping]

Thank you.

I wanna tell
you about this man, okay?

I wanna tell you the truth
about Brother Edgar

and those
Little Brothers of St. Mortimer.

Brother Edgar, he is a,

a modest kind of man, y'all.

And he just
never say it for himself

so I'm going to
speak it for him here.

He has dedicated
his life to helping others.

[group clapping]

[gentle country music]

To widows, and orphans,
to the deaf, and the blind,

to pets in danger
lost out on the highway.

Buddy, you got a flat,

while he'll stop
and help you mend that.

[Apple Lisa] And sister,
you got a heart that aches.

Well, he's gonna help
you men that too, okay?

So please, please, people
put your hands in your pockets

as I pass the hat

for Brother Edgar's Home for
the Blind Christian Children.

Yeah!

Oh, yeah!

Thank you.

Thank y'all.

Fine girl, fine girl.

[slow tempo country music]

Eva Nell's,

the place for tea.

Now one brews it quite like she.

Edge of the crater.

We must be
getting near the Lomas.

Right up ahead.

[Apple Lisa] There's the Indian,
there's the Indian.

[Brother Edgar] Signs of
civilization.

We must be nearly there, huh?

[Apple Lisa] Yeah, I'll tell you
as soon as I see the hole.

Hurry up, Brother Edgar.

[Brother Edgar] Okay.

Look, there's my home.

No place like home, huh?

[chickens clucking]

There's my
brother, little Elvis.

There's my daddy!

Daddy, Daddy!

-Lisa.
-Hey, I'm home.

Lisa, Lisa, is that you?

Yes, it's me.

[Baker cheering]

Kid, this is
called meeting the folks.

And you don't meet the folks

with a gun
sticking out of your belt.

Leaves a bad impression.

-Right.
-Great, we got our Lisa back!

Mom!

Mama.

Oh, you look so
pretty in them new clothes.

Lisa, baby,
he done cured my cancer.

Who done cured your cancer?

-Elvis.
-Elvis?

The king.

He done cured my cancer.

Yay!

Yay!

Look at Reggie.
Yeah.

Reggie, hey.

Look at you, you got all big.

I did get big.

How did you get the inspiration

to pray to the king, ma'am?

Brother Tonic, he told me.

Brother Tonic?

Snake chunking man does
impression of Elvis in Poke.

You look like
you're working for God.

Indeed I am.

You do Elvis impressions?

Not at this time, no.

But as a youth,

I was thought to
have a passing resemblance

to Albert Schweitzer.

I am Brother Edgar.

Socks.

Socks, yeah.

I heard of you before.

Baker Weed.

And I'm Idris Weed.

That's my boy.

That good looker
there with the sweet eyes.

Oh, um, Bird.

Call me Mr. Bird.

Ms. Apple Lisa and Mr. Bird
are engaged to be married.

Engaged to be married.

Oh my.

[Reggie gasps]

Well we drove
the happy couple to your house

and now we must
be winding our way.

God and the highway calls.

Well, can't let you go

without
you joining us for dinner.

Well, we got Uncle Ben's
and gravy and little salt meat.

So that's decided.

Come on Little Elvis.

Thank you.

Well, you are a good Christian.

You do your duty,
we go to heaven, now we go.

Come out and show
yourself, then we can go, hmm?

[metal clanging]
[water splashing]

Mighty big explosion,
that's what happened.

So big, so loud.

It's still
shaking cups in China.

Factory just
disappeared when the fires out,

the dust settled,
the factory was gone.

And all the men
in the town was gone.

[gentle brooding music]

[crow cawing]

My daddy's in
that hole somewhere.

Mama Weed, she lost her daddy.

And Uncle Newton,
Uncle Taper, boom! [chuckles]

They never had no jobs before.

They was real
pleased to get a job.

Dunrap Street.

Ms. Eva Nell La
Fangroy Tea House.

Ms. Eva Nell.
Hmm.

The place for tea.

No one brews it quite like she.

Edge of the crater.

Consenting adults only.

Yeah.

You look like
you've been wrestling

with a bobcat, Mr. Bird.

What's the matter
with his face, Daddy?

My face is all
chewed up with something.

But Brother Edgar's
gonna fix him up

and taking the doctor.

You going to have
to sing to Elvis, Mr. Bird.

When he hears you singing
his songs and praying,

he jumps down and helps.

Set you up to work
tomorrow, young man,

in the family business in
breeding and selling rabbits.

Huh.

Reggie, now
he looked just like Elvis

till the lumber company
knocked the teeth out his mouth.

[Reggie laughs]

The Kenrod Lumber comp, Company.

How did they do that, Reginal?

I spit teeth for a week.

Mm, one can imagine.

Truck hit Reggie,
you in the mouth.

A whole truck?

A pole.

A what?

A beam pole on
the back of a truck

smacked him in the mouth.

They sent a letter.

Yeah and they's real sorry
about that too, huh, Daddy?

We're real proud of that letter.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Please.

Just take it.

You know Elvis, Brother Edgar?

Are you a snake chunking man?

Course, yeah, I met him once.

You did?

Yeah.

He gave a generous donation

to my Christian Children's Home
for the Blind.

Oh, my.
Listen to this.

Huh?
Listen to this.

Kenrod Lumber Company.
Uh-huh.

Dear Ms. Weed, I would like
to express my sincere regret

on the recent
collision with Reggie Weed,

ba, ba, ba, ba,
business, yeah, no,

our responsibility for you being

and [chattering]
time and again I regret

to learn of
your unfortunate accident

and wish you good
health and a fast recovery.

This letter is tantamount
to confession of neglect.

You understand?

Is a reckless
endangerment of the health

of minors in the workplace.

I think we have
a case here, Master Reginal.

-Oh.
-Yes.

[Reggie laughs]

This is dangerous
information gleaned

from a stolen
book, Brother Pittman.

-Mm-hmm.
-Come to larceny.

Who wants hot
cornbread and syrup?

-Me, me, me, me.

-Me, me, me, me,
me, me, me, me, me,

-me, me, me, me, me, me,
me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me

me, me, me, me!

I don't remember writing this.

Well, it's signed by you, eh?

Over here.

I sign a lot of stuff.

Reginal.

-Reggie!
-What?

Smile for the guy, please.

Look at that, look at that.

Not that I'm admitting
to any kind of liability here,

but how much we talking about?

75, maybe a hundred.

A hundred dollars?

[laughs]
A hundred thousand dollars.

Hundred thousand dollars.

Yep.

[Fergus laughing]

[group laughing]

[air hissing]

You can kiss my achin' butt.

Get outta here.

No, no.

Mr. Kenrod, look at
my client's face, please.

Oh, yeah, I'm looking.

Who could
ignore a face like that?

This is a serious
industrial injury.

No, no, this is
a seriously ugly face.

Mr. Kenrod, as
Mr. Weed's legal representative,

I must point out to you
that vilification by cooperation

and defamation will
do nothing to facilitate

an easy settlement
of this dispute.

Now look he just
lost a couple of teeth.

Here, here, look here.

Come here,
come up here, look here.

Hey there.

28.95 mail order.

Pearl Harbor International
School of Dentistry.

I'll tell
you what I'm going to do.

I'm gonna give you $30,
and I want you to go out there,

and get that boy
a new set of teeth.

This was the smartest
move that I ever made.

You not appear to
understand, Mr. Kenrod.

There are complications, eh?

What do you mean complications?

Cerebral complications.

Cerebral?

Uh-huh.
Yeah.

What, what are
you talking about?

The, the brain is damaged, eh?

You know, just look at him.

Oh my God, I didn't know.

Look, you know
an old boy named Pines?

Ralph Pines,
you ever heard of him?

I am his legal representative.

Oh, dear Lord, please God.

Well then you must
know his organization.

Your organization.

So buddy, man,
I'm being bled dry here.

Do you understand?

If I don't pay,
I can't get my, my,

they're gonna pull
my trucks off the road.

Then I've already got two
boys in the hospital right now.

I took two off.

Don't worry about it.

-No.
-Don't worry.

I, I just, I just don't
have the kind of money

that you're talking about.

And look fellas, all,
all I'm asking for here

is just a little bit
a Christian charity.

-Christian charity.
-Yes, sir.

You are a Christian, ain't ya?

Oh yeah a lot.

Yeah, ooh. [laughing]

[group laughing]

[logs thudding]

Oh God, I've
never had $2,000 before.

Invest it wisely, Reginal.

Mutual bonds may help.

Oh, oh, that's a nice car.

Oh.

Mr. Pines.

Oh, Mr. Pittman.

What?

We should go to
the Kroger Mall in Paxton

because I slipped
and I fell on my brain

and I've had
headaches ever since.

-Reggie.
-Huh?

-Huh?
-I love you, man.

-Huh?
-I love you.

-Yeah.
-Let's go.

Where do you think you're going?

Hasta la vista, boss.

I'll see you later.

[gentle music]
[birds chirping]

Good morning.

You just come down from up top?

The Weeds, yeah.

[Eva laughing]

La maison Weed.

[laughs] La maison Weed.

Mais oui.

How you doing today?

You wanna come in for some tea?

[Brother Edgar chuckles]

I'm just going to
the grocery store.

Get me some honey buns
and a quart of half and half.

Okay.

Thank you.

[door clicks]

Did you inherit those
whiskers from your daddy

or did you grow 'em yourself?

Grew 'em myself.

[chuckles] Good job.

[new reporters] Said she wants
to die.

More details now on those
mysterious deaths in Socrates.

Gary Boone Jr. was at the scene.

An abandoned pickup
truck with the tires eaten away

alerted county
Sheriff Jim Becker's team

to these lonely woods.

It's my belief
that we're looking here

at the mortal
remains of either JC

or his brother Houston Bunn.

This morning these teeth

were eating
chow, chewing tobacco.

Chewing tobacco's
so bad for the teeth.

The Bunn's pickup
truck must have stalled

and when they got out to fix it

they got set on
by Razorback Hogs.

They never had a chance.

$6 and 80 cents.

[change clanging]
[TV chattering]

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

[TV chattering]

The deaths are
not thought to be linked

to the White River Kid
who still remains at liberty.

The kid is armed and dangerous
and should not be approached.

[birds chirping]

Milk and honey buns.

Bring 'em over.

Free of charge.

Can't promise
to return the favor.

[gentle music]

Thank you.

[bell ringing]

You have to excuse me, I have
so many chores need doing.

Morning, ma'am.

Campaigning for reelection.

Appreciate your vote.

Step right in, kettle's on.

[door bangs]

[Eva] Just what makes you think
I'll be voting for you, Jim?

Eva Nell, after all
these years that hurts.

I count you as a friend.

And I count
you as a friend, Jim.

But I don't like
the company you keep.

You and that Mr. Pines.

Little bit of
back scratching sure,

but you let 'em get too close.

I got a bad taste.

I'm telling
you the truth now, Jim.

And that's what friends are for.

[lips smack]

[rock music]

Yeah, yeah!

Apple Lisa!

-Hey, Mama.
-Whoo!

Daddy, Reggie's got a car.

[horn honking]

-Daddy!
-Yo, Reggie's got a new car.

[Apple Lisa] It's so beautiful,
Reggie.

Look at my new car.

So beautiful.

Whoo, Daddy!

Oh, you hot now, Reggie.

For the whole, whole family, eh?

[group chattering]

I love this lavender paint job.

[horn honks]

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

What about the home?

What about
the rent on the house, food?

In today's America,
a car is the wisest investment

a man can make.

-That's right.
-Am I right?

You got a car, there's
always someplace you can go.

We can go to Graceland now.

We sure can.

Now get right in here, my dear.

There you go.

-Woo-hoo!
-Yes, Reggie.

[group chattering]

Hey, start it up.

This is one machine.

-Start it up.
-One mean machine.

Look at that.

Be careful now,

don't you go smarsh any
of my rabbits down the hill.

Rev it up.

Goddamn, this is a beauty.

[group chattering]

Hey, start it up.

I saved you from
the Rio Grande for this?

Become nothing
more than a lousy con man.

I had a good teacher.

Reginal and I,
we got a partnership now.

Big business.

His natural talent
and my jurisprudence.

You call losing
his teeth a natural talent?

You talk
a the while about business.

You know so much about business.

And where's
your pot to piss in, eh?

Here, the 20 I owe you.

No more business.

We are quits now.

Now go and find
yourself another wetback.

20 bucks.

You try and buy me
out for a measly 20 bucks.

Less offer.

I do you a favor.

Make it 25.

Consider Mr. Pittman
the heartache of parents

nurturing a child
through the tender years

and have them turn bad.

Become nothing
more than a cheap con man

in a vulgar automobile.

Who are you talking
about me or you?

I weep for
your father and mother, Morales.

Huh?

You know me, boss.

Me just a no good dago
greaseball Mexican wetback.

Work no money, do gardening,
clean your swimming pool.

I'll tell
you your problem, Mr. Bullshit.

So listen, you need a lady
to get you out of this dress.

You know what I'm saying?

You need tea
and you need it hot.

[upbeat country music]

-Get down, Reginal.
-Oh, my God, look at that.

Oh, yeah, look at that.

Yeah, yeah, they are gold women.

They are beautiful
and potentially dangerous.

-Reggie.
-Oh, what?

Take it easy.

We are looking
for a red Cadillac.

A red Cadillac.

* I was waving out the windows *

A red Cadillac.

* He was busy eating goners *

* He was movin' too fast *

* Said excuse me ma'am, we're
looking for the killer man *

* Well,
she thought about a copy *

Mr. Pines, here we come.

Here we come,
Mr. Pines. [chuckles]

Mr. Pines, where are you?

-Excuse, excuse me.
-Mr. Pines.

Oh, oh.

Excuse me, sir, excuse me.

-Oh, my God.
-Hey, hey, listen to me.

-What?
-We're here

looking for Mr. Pines.

Hey, this is not a game.

-Okay.
-All right.

-Okay.
-Okay, keep it down.

Mr. Pines.

Excuse us, sir.

Hey, hey.

Mr. Pines.

-Hi.
-How do you do?

Remember me?

Morales Pittman.

Remember me?

What the hell do
you want, Mr. Pittman?

You are like Jesus.

He turns water into wine.

You can turn
a dollar bill into a c-note.

Uh-huh.

I like that.

It's magic.

Magic.

We, we would
love to work for you.

I am an attorney of law

and this is my
business associate Mr. Weeds.

Reginal Weed.

Reginal Weed.

Well, Mr. Pittman,
what exactly are you offering?

Protection,
and legal advice, and uh-

Protection.

-Protection.
-Protection.

You're offering me protection?

You want to regret it.

Would you mind
helping me out here?

Oh, absolutely,
absolutely, absolutely.

Yeah.

Thank you, thank you.

Just one moment.

Take your time.

[Reggie chattering]

[gun thuds]
[Reggie groans]

What is with
you ignorant motherfuckers.

Protection?

You follow me again and I'll
put your brains in the gutter.

Now get him outta here.

[Reggie groaning]

Come on, Reggie, come on.

Come on, get up.

[Reggie groaning]

[man laughing]
[gentle music]

[TV] There's a very
charming girl too.

[Mortimer groaning]

[group laughing]

This is Charlie.

[Charlie grunting]
[group laughing]

-Isn't he funny Charlie?
-I don't think it's funny.

[group laughing]

Well, now I'm very
happy to tell you, Mortimer,

that you're
going to inherit $2,000.

Oh, boy, yes, yes.

But through legal proceedings

you're going to lose it.

[TV chattering]

[group laughing]

I wanna stay
here, Brother Edgar.

This is my home.

Then stay.

Make it your home.

They gonna see
the butterfly on my cheek.

That's when
the shooting's gonna start.

Kid, listen, don't you worry.

The White River Kid
is just gonna disappear.

Every time someone sees
a strange footprint in the mud,

lose their catfish off a line

or just sees
a ripple in the water,

that's a White River Kid.

Don't worry I'll fix that.

I'll fix it.

Yeah.

[Brother Edgar chuckles]

[upbeat country music]

Welcome to Hot Springs.

Mystical place.

Once thought to be
the fountain of youth.

Yep, they got
healing powers here, Kid.

Come on, this is
gonna change your life.

Okay, I'm gonna
meet you back right here.

Kid.

Hold on, must be
some kind mistake.

Oh, quit your belly
aching, you're getting a bathtub

all paid up courtesy of the
Little Brothers St. Mortimer.

Cool.

This is the home of
William Jefferson Clinton,

42nd president,
the United States.

I called him Bill.

He had his problems too, Kid.

It's all
sensational at the moment, Kid.

But you get used to it.

There's more sharks
than catfish on the street,

I'll tell you.

That's, no,
come on, Kid, come on.

Come on,
it's nice, yeah, I know.

It's nice.

Pretty, very pretty.

Hey, you can't just take that.

No, no, no, no.

Take this here, yeah?

Oh, okay.

Yep, Brother Edgar and
me, we go back a long way.

The right Brother Edgar?

Hell, I know him as a child.

All right now,
this is not gonna hurt.

Thank you.

Oh, bye.

Here you go, ma'am.

Running for reelection.

Appreciate your vote.

Hey, I, I've
seen, seen this man.

He just went
down the street there.

[tool whirring]

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, this is-
This is heaven.

Yeah, on earth.

Fit for the king.

Don't forget up behind my ears.

Oh, yeah.

Your turn next.

[hands slapping]

[door clicks]

Doc Poole.

Oh!

Mm.

Let me see it.

Oh, it's gone, it is gone.

Call me Mr. Bird.

Oh Mr. Bird.

I love you.

[Brother Edgar] Let love
sustain us through the years,

make us brave,
wipe off our tears.

Bring our hearts so close,

they hear each
other's every throb and fear.

Then when at last,
our ashes lie together,

'neath our local sky.

The folk will bring
our offerings and flowers

strewn on
the common plot that's ours.

And pray through
us to heaven above

for we shall be
the saints of love.

You may kiss the bride.

[group clapping]

Whoo!

Oh, Mama.

-Got the ham.
-Cheers.

Thank you Brother Edgar.

Big ham, Daddy.

Food's hot.

Wedding fest
courtesy of Brother Edgar.

Woo, thank you.

Brother Edgar runs a home

for blind children,
Ms. La Fangroy.

It's writ on
the side of his van.

He's a saint.

Do you perform
miracles, St. Edgar?

Maybe you could
restore my sight.

God performs
miracles, Ms. La Fangroy.

I sell socks.

I'm in need of
daylight, not socks.

Little Brothers of St. Mortimer,

only time I ever
heard that name before

was on the Edgar
Bergen Charlie McCarthy show.

Snerd, right?

[Idris laughs]

That Mortimer Snerd,
he's real funny and dumb.

I love him.

Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep.

Now give us a few
sacred words, Brother Edgar.

Yeah, let's hear it

from the Little Brothers
of St. Mortimer.

Speak to us
about heaven and hell.

Which way are we heading?

People often ask me
about heaven and hell

and I tell 'em,
heaven is right here on earth,

here with his family.

Where people sit
and eat and drink together.

Hell is a soul
craving in a family,

who finds itself on
its own out in the cold.

There are angels sitting
at this table, Ms. La Fangroy,

and that's what I call heaven.

You have such a way
with words, Brother Edgar.

Amen.

Why thank you, Brother Pittman.

You boys as pretty as a picture,
Tweedledee and Tweedledum.

[group laughing]

[Morales speaks
in foreign language]

Yeah, double whammy, huh?

Quiet no doubt pursuing
your business partnership.

Yeah, at the bathhouse downtown-

-Shut up.
-Ow.

Product of Reggie's natural
talent and your jurisprudence.

[Brother Edgar chuckles]

I see, there are
some posters up in town.

Wanted the White River Kid,
$10,000 reward.

I didn't see those.

That's because
you were not looking, Reggie.

Oh yeah.

This is not a topic for
a wedding feast, Mr. Pittman.

$10,000 For a positive ID.

He got a tattoo,
a butterfly right there

exactly where
you got the bandage.

What are you hiding, Kid?

Bird, his name is Bird.

What are you hiding?

Mr. Bird, he got the cancer

just like me eating his face up.

Hey, maybe
you are the White River Kid.

Yeah, sure, and maybe
you're Clarence Darrow, huh?

Let's take a look.

[band-aid rips]
[White River Kid grunts]

[brooding music]

You see, I ain't
no White River Kid.

My name's Mr. Bird.

* Glory, glory, hallelujah *

Hey, Morales, maybe
you're the White River Kid, huh?

Oh!

Hey, Reggie, maybe you're
the White River Kid?

* Is marching on *

[gentle music]

You sang to Elvis and
Elvis, he bring you a miracle.

[insects chirping]

Is the kid your son?

No.

No, he is not my son.

You act like he was.

What drove you into
the church, Brother Edgar?

Necessity.

Necessity drove me.

Just like
it drove me to your door.

[door clicks]

[door bangs]

Is the light on?

Just the one in the corner.

You want more light?

I can see.

I can see you.

That's all I want to see.

Close the door.

[door clicks]

Home for blind children, huh?

And here you are standing
in Ms. La Fangroy's tea room.

I'd like to explain-

Oh, don't tease my
brain with excuses, Reverend.

Just pay me now in
case you decide to run.

How does blind
woman tell the difference

between a five and a 50?

Is that what you're thinking?

Well, that's
a five and that's a five.

And that's 50 and so's that.

Okay.

Keep your hands
to yourself, Reverend.

Just 'cause a holy man
give me a hundred bucks,

don't mean he get
to sit right down to tea.

Take off your clothes.

Why?

I never met a man so nervous

of what a blind woman might see.

Take off
your frock, Brother Edgar.

Sit in that chair.

[gentle music]

Look, I'm not used to this.

Maybe we should stop.

What and lose
your a hundred bucks?

We can do this at
a distance if you want.

Sex without the fear and
inconvenience of human contact,

you'd be surprised
how many people prefer that?

Or we can do it up close.

So you think you can
redeem the White River Kid, huh?

Turn him into a bird.

You said
you thought he was my son.

No, I said you did.

Well what about
redemption, Reverend?

Where does redemption sit among
those angels at your table?

Can you feel me near?

Feel my breath?

You feel me touch
you with my breath?

Oh, you're just a little boy.

That's all you are.

If your hands could reach out,
feel, touch, little boy,

what would they touch?

Touch my hair?

My shoulders?

Then caress my breasts?

Or would they just reach
out and touch redemption?

Hush.

Hush.

Shh.

[chickens clucking]

Here we come. Mr. Pines.

Mr. Pittman, Mr. Pittman!

-Shut up.
-I'm all ready to go.

-Shh.
-I'm all ready.

Go, go and
wait for me in the car.

Okay.

This gonna be so much fun.

It's gonna be a lot of fun.

A lot of fun.

[slow tempo guitar music]

Hey, Kid, quick, the sheriff
is coming to get you.

Wooly gums, they are everywhere.

Everywhere.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Kid, Kid.

This is gonna be fun.

This is gonna be fun.

Kid, no!

Hey, red Cadillac!

It's, it's Mr. Pines.

Mr. Pines, right on time.

[tires screeching]

Down, down, get down.

Hey, Kid, don't get up

until I say wooly
gums, you understand?

-Okay.
-All right.

Going to the falls, huh?

Damn you, Morales.

[ominous music]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

Yeah.

Okay, so you wanna play?

We're gonna play, you fuck.

[car smashing]
[brakes squeaking]

[suspenseful music]

[car smashing]
[Apple Lisa screams]

Ah!

[car smashing]

Come here,
come here, you fucker.

[Reggie grunts]

[tires screeching]
[car smashes]

[horn honks]

[Reggie laughs]
[brooding music]

-Oh, shit.
-Huh.

Wooly gums!

[gun banging]

[slow tempo suspenseful music]

Get the briefcase, go, go, go!

Come on.

Go help my kid.

Yeah, sure.

Go help my kid right now!

-Go!
-Okay, okay.

-Go!
-Okay!

Reggie, pick it up!

Put it in the car,
put it in the car now!

Kid.

What?

Kid?

[ominous music]

[birds chirping]

[knife slashes]

[suspenseful music]

Kid!

[gun banging]

[knife whooshes]
[gun bangs]

Ow.

[brooding music]

No.

[body thuds]

[White River Kid groaning]

No, no!

[water splashing]

[Apple Lisa panting]

Let's go.

I gotta go help him.

No, no, no, no, no.

Listen, that's impossible.

-No.
-The kid's back in the river.

We gotta go.

-Move.
-Kid.

-Oh, Kid.
-Yeah, let's go, let's go.

-No.
-Come on.

Come on, come on, move.

Move, move.

Reggie, do you got the money?

These are nice shoes.

Beautiful, beautiful.

Put the fucking
shoes back in there!

Ugh.

Someone is coming.

Throw me the money,
throw me the money.

Let's go.

Someone's coming.

Let's go.

From now on it's
just you and me, Reggie.

You and me.

Big business,
big fucking business.

Big fucking business.

[Apple Lisa groans]

[Apple Lisa panting]

What happened?

Oh my God.

[Apple Lisa crying]

Mama.

Baby.

Mama.

Mama. [crying]

-Baby.
-Mama.

Oh, baby.

[Apple Lisa crying]

There's been a shooting scrape.

Mr. Bird is dead.

[Apple Lisa crying]

Another man too.

Reggie and Morales are okay.

Apple Lisa, she,
she wasn't involved.

They shot him?

They shot him.

Mr. Bird is dead.

God rest his soul.

Hush, hush now, baby.

Shh.

He was a gift come to us.

Now he's with the Lord.

He brung you home.

You're home now, baby.

Come here, boy.

Come here.

[Brother Edgar crying]

You take care now.

Take care.

[birds chirping]

Eva Nell.

Brother Edgar.

Where you going?

With you.

[gentle music]

I hear how there's
some blind Christian children

needing care.

I figure a woman like me could
help 'em see things straight.

Let's get your cases in the van.

Come on, my dear.

[siren wailing]

[insects chirping]

[tires screeching]

[car door clicks]

County Sheriff Becker.

Fasten your safety belt.

[door clicks]

[door sliding]

Brother Edgar.

Ms. La Fangroy.

That you, Jim?

You wearing that on duty
boy scout face of yours today?

Moving on, huh?

Doing God's work, Sheriff.

I don't see you cut out

for missionary
work, Ms. Eva Nell.

Brewed my last pot of tea, Jim.

Maybe not.

[door sliding]

There's been
a killing up Yonder.

Ralph Pines is dead.

That's what I heard.

There was a kid seen with you

in Hot Springs, Brother Edgar.

I'm trying to be
a good Christian here

and look out for friends.

But there's a few
questions that need answering.

Some questions
best left unanswered, Jim.

Don't you think?

I heard how
you caught the White River Kid

red-handed robbin'
and killing Mr. Pines.

How you shot him
and he fell into the river.

Is that a fact?

Well that's what they're saying.

Your reelection coming
up, news of this gets out,

could be a landslide.

Shot and fell in the river, huh?

Uh-huh.

Was swept away.

Makes sense.

But I hear tell
your mission work is done

in the great state of Arkansas.

Moving on to Texas.

Texas?

That's right.

We've got some
blind kids waiting for us

in an orphanage down there.

Yes, that's right.

You'll be missed.

Take care of yourself, Jim.

[door sliding]

[door sliding]

[van engine revving]

[tires screech]

Arkansas has been good to me.

Can't wait to be rid of it.

Next stop Texas.

Texas?

Blind kids in an orphanage?

You really believe that?

You think we could
put some money together

and have some kids, huh?

I believe it.

But first we've got to
get you outta that dress.

It's my stock and trade.

That brown does
nothing for your eyes.

You're looking at me.

I'm looking.

[tire screeching]

[briefcase thuds]

You can see me?

In all your glory.

[Edgar and Eva laughing]

[Edgar and Eva laughing]

You're not blind.

Sure don't look that way.

[Eva and Edgar laughing]

[Edgar and Eva laughing]

But why?

Wasn't nothing
much worth seeing till now.

Yeah.

You keep
your eyes on the road, honey.

Straight ahead.

Everything we've
got is straight ahead.

I believe that. [laughing]

[Brother Edgar] Every time
someone sees a strange footprint

in the mud, or loses a catfish
off a line,

or just sees
a ripple in the water,

they'll say that's
the White River Kid.

[upbeat country music]

* Trying hard to solve a crime *

Shall I compare
thee to a summer's night.

Thou art more beautiful than,
than all the chips in Vegas.

* Sometime at
night he disappeared *

Oh, Morales.

You should have
been a poet, not a lawyer.

No.

That's maybe a good idea.

Or maybe a movie director or

I would like to have a casino.

* No solution to the case *

I don't know why.

* Then a guy appeared one day *

Here you go.

* Gal's grief was swept away *

* This handyman
was fixin' up her fate *

Money plays.

* You can't out run
the long arm of the law *

You are my lucky charm tonight.

When you say those things
to me, I, I, I get emotional,

you know?

* Of the law *

* It reaches long so *

Yeah, yeah.

* Surely gonna fall *

* 'Cause you can't
outrun the long arm of the law *

* I was once a charcoal man *

* He burned
wood at the mill he ran *

* When the sheriff
started checking out the place *

* And there
behind the furnace stack *

* He found
her lover's baseball cap *

* And justice came
calling that fine day *

* And you can't out
run the long arm of the law *

* You can't out run
the long arm of the law *

* It reaches long
so if you're wrong *

* You're surely gonna fall *

* 'Cause you can't out
run the long arm of the law *

* If it's a high stakes
ride you're looking for *

* A gravy train door to door *

* You better be
prepared to pay the time *

* 'Cause the sheriff's
watching out for you *

* And you could
end up like those two *

* Put away
until the end of time *

* And you can't out
run the long arm of the law *

* No, you can't out
run the long arm of the law *

* It reaches long
so if you're wrong *

* You're surely gonna fall *

* 'Cause you can't out
run the long arm of the law *

* It reaches long
so if you're wrong *

* You're surely gonna fall *

* 'Cause you can't out
run the long arm of the law *