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Think it'd be best if you stayed put while we talk. |
Naw'sir... I gotta be on my way. |
Best try gettin' ya wits about you 'fore you try to... |
Let me say somethin' first... |
Why you got me chained? |
Way I see it, it's gonna take a while for you to get right. |
The fuck you been doin' to me? |
I ain't laid a hand on ya but to ease yo fever... Remember like I say, I found you in the road... |
Get this Goddamn thing off me! |
Now, no harm's come to you... and I aim to keep it that way. Ain't gonna... gonna run a train over ya... or however you call it... see... you was runnin' wild on me... these fever dreams you was havin'... these fits. I'd be chasin' you all night. |
Well I'm woke now... you can take this off. |
Gal, you ain't right yet. |
I'm right enough to stand on my own two feet. Now take this Goddamn chain off... |
How you let men treat ya like they do? |
What? |
These men you up under. How you let them do ya like that? |
Do me? Do me like this, you mean? Like chainin' me up? |
You know what I'm talkin' about. All that mess with ya teachers and... boys in the backs of trucks. |
The hell you know about me?! You got no right to talk to me about that shit! The hell you think you are? |
I've saved ya life, gal. I can do and say whatever the fuck I want. |
I give ya enough chain so's you can get about the house. Get you to the kitchen. You need the bathroom, it'll reach. |
What do you want? |
We got everything we need. Plenty of food. Ya medicine still got a few good swallows in it... |
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?! WHATEVER YOU GONNA DO TO ME, JUST DO IT! AND LET ME GO! |
God saw to it to put you in my path. And I aim to cure ya of your wickedness. |
You some kind'a pervert? |
No ma'am. |
Some crazy Jesus freak, gonna fuck the spirit into me... |
In my house, you watch that lip... |
Look it, mister... you wanna have your way, you take it. I'll do whatever you want. But you gotta let me go. You can't do this! You can't KEEP ME HERE! |
You sick. You got a sickness... we broke that fever... we gonna break that hold the devil got on ya. |
LET ME GO! |
You can holla y'self hoarse. Ain't gonna bend my will. Right or wrong, you gonna mind me. Gonna suffer you like Jesus say, to the FAITHLESS and the PERVERSE GENERATION. |
Now you get up! And you get in my house! |
Or what? |
Stop it! Stop it! IT HURTS! |
Whose doin' is that? |
Wicked little bitch... gonna cut me... |
You gonna get a lot more a'that, you keep me locked up like this! |
No, ma'am. You stop that foolishness. |
Hmmm... Hmmm... |
I said... STOP! |
I CAN'T! |
You like this? Walkin' me through this field like I's your mule? |
Can't sit all day on that sofa. Need to get your legs strong. |
If I break one you gonna shoot me? |
My Daddy was one of the first mens to organize soil conservation in these parts. That's a group of farmers, you know, each season they'd rotate the crop. Know why it's best to rotate em like that? |
Uhuh. |
Cuz once in a while soil need a change. Corn take up a lot of nitrate in the fertilizer. So next crop what ya do is plant ya some soy beans. That give off a lot of nitrate. Change keeps it all growin' and growin' strong. Sting a bit? |
Itches. |
Means ya healin'. So all this farmin' make me think on Matthew. Matthew 13. The parable of the sower? Man toss seed on rock, on the wayside, some fell in thorns... you know the story? |
Uhuh. |
The seed that land on good soil is for them who hear the word of God... and understand the word of God. Not enough for you to hear what I'm sayin', you gotta understand. |
I know. I get it. What's Matthew doin'? |
Gal... Matthew ain't doin' shit... this just a story... Look it. I've seen it in nature, I've seen it in men. Ya got to change up your crop. Cuz that seed ain't gettin' in. Ya gotta cut this shit out. Got no cause to be up under these fools, ruttin' on ya like you a bitch. Like you somebody's dog. No woman... who joins... |
My God, gal, don't you got no SENSE? I ain't sayin' I ain't weak? Shit. Playin' guitar in the bloodbucket jukes all ya life... a nigga learn how to sin, let me tell you! I GOT SIN IN ME! I AIN'T GO'N LIE! BUT I GOT RESPECT! AND ALL YOU GOT IS BILE, GAL! |
Let go of me... |
GIVIN' UP THAT SWITCH LIKE A TRAMP! BEHIND MY BACK AND KILL MY BABY...! |
Now that's sharp. That is sharp. Chain give you any trouble? |
Uhuh. |
Good. Now I got the steaks on, potatoes at a boil, and biscuits ready to pop in the oven. R.L. and Lincoln out yonder grillin' up the corn. What do you know how to make? |
I don't fuckin' cook. |
Gal, I been around hardcursin' folk all my life. And let me tell you... |
Look it... I put the Goddamn dress on, didn't I? I think I'm handlin' myself with some... fuckin' restraint here... how you got me locked up like a dog on a... |
If all you got is filth comin' out'cha mouth... people just gonna tune ya out. Rae. RAE! I'm not fightin' with ya. I just know you got more in you than junk. Now, you sayin' you don't know how to cook anything at all? You know how to boil water? |
I can handle that. |
Well, get to it. |
They sure liked them devilled eggs. |
You drink whiskey? |
You take it straight? |
Sure. |
Want another? |
We drinkin' buddies now? |
To freedom. |
Still makin' jokes? |
No joke. |
If you want... I can take you back to town now. |
I ain't in a hurry. |
Could you do somethin' for me? |
Anything. |
My life is gone. Only life I was livin'. And I lost it. |
I'm here with you. |
I had love in my heart. And I gave it to one woman. And she gone now. Where am I gonna put all this love? |
Tell me what to do. |
The... chain helps. |
I seen a man die. He couldn't breathe... his heart was... was givin' out. |
You just havin' a fit. You ain't goin' nowhere. |
He told me... get help. I just stood there and watched him... I watched him die, Laz. Oh God! GODDAMMIT! |
Oh, Laz... he hurt me. He... hurt me so many times. |
No one's gonna hurt you no more. |
You think God forgives people like that? You think God forgives people like me? |
Where you gonna be? |
Right here. Be here all afternoon. You ready for this? |
I'm gonna just get some girl stuff, like makeup and... stuff. |
You took care of your wife, like you do me? |
I tried. |
What is it? |
Nothin'. |
Get'chu at that table up yonder. |
By myself? |
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