Ain't Them Bodies Saints
Ruth.
Hey, Ruth.
Where are you going?
Home.
Home's the other way.
Not mine.
Are you going back
to your mom's?
It's a 15-mile walk.
I know how far it is.
All right. Well, then,
I'll just walk with you.
You do whatever you want.
What I want to do is take you
back to our house.
Why did you tell Freddy you
on your own?
I don't think I said that, but
if I did, when I say, "on my
own," I mean you and me.
I always mean you and me.
Hey.
Nobody's leaving any...
'cause I will leave you first.
It's not... Funny.
Because if you do, I'll just
follow you.
I don't want to go to jail.
Not going to jail.
And that shack ain't a home.
Well, I'm working on it.
And I think I'm gonna have a baby.
We're gonna have a baby?
You're not mad? I'm not mad.
No, my mama will raise it.
# Can I steal a kiss?
Stop it. That tickles.
That's what you're supposed
to do, is sing songs.
Just talk.
Are you tired?
Bluebird, bluebird.
All right.
I'll be fine.
I'll be back in five minutes.
We've got a little bit of a
chase on our hands here...
I tell you, walking into
there, you feel like you're
meeting the devil.
All cars for backup.
I repeat, all cars, all cars...
any and all cars.
Sh*t. All right. Check, hon.
Ugh!
Ugh!
I'm hit! I shot someone.
I think I shot someone.
It's okay.
Oh, my God.
Hey. Hey.
I think I shot someone.
Oh, sh*t.
Give me the gun.
Give me the gun, Ruth.
What are you doing?
Listen to me.
out there.
No. Okay. I'm gonna go first.
You come after me.
That's how it's gonna be.
No. We can make it.
We can make it if we run.
We can't make it, Ruth.
Yeah, we can.
If we stay in here,
right where we are.
No. Please.
I'm gonna do it.
I'm not gonna do it.
I'm not going to jail!
Shh. You got to tell them I
did everything.
Tell them that me and Freddy did
everything.
You got a gun in your hands
'cause I put it there.
You tell them you were scared
and I put it there.
I'm gonna be out in a blink, and
I'm gonna come back.
All you got to do is wait for me.
I promise I'll come get you.
Just wait for me, okay?
Just wait for me.
So, I lost my boy.
And that leaves you...
And Bob.
Only Bob don't got a choice.
I'm confused, Ruth.
I took you kids in...
raised you and Bob
like you were my own.
How do you go and
do a thing like this?
We were just doing
what you taught us to do.
Is that a boy or a girl?
Do you know yet?
I don't know.
So, what do you want to do,
Ruth?
I'm gonna wait for him.
Dear Ruth...
I dreamed about you again last night.
I guess I dream about you every
night... and most days, too.
I hold your face in my mind.
I put your voice together in my
getting longer.
getting bigger.
I hear people talk about regret,
but I haven't got any.
things I've done.
We did what we did, and that is
who we are.
sentence before you get to read it,
but I know you know what it
says.
Every day, I wake up thinking
today's the day I'm gonna see
you, and one of these days, it
will be so.
And until then, I'll keep
writing you.
And someday you'll get a letter
from me, and you will look up,
and it'll be me who's handing it
to you.
And then we can forget about
words, and I'll touch your face
and I'll kiss you.
Bob Muldoon, are you awake?
Yeah. You got a baby girl.
And I'll take our baby girl
in my arms...
And we will ride off to somewhere...
somewhere far away.
Hey.
Write to me soon, any chance
you get.
Love, Bob.
Mommy. Mommy.
Mommy. Mommy.
Mornin'. Mommy.
How'd you sleep? Good.
You hungry? No.
What's up? Come here.
Let's go back to sleep.
Mommy! Look what I found!
What'd you find? Kitties!
Where did these come from?
I don't know.
How many are you?
You're just a tiny little thing.
Aren't you tiny?
Where's your mama at?
What are you crying for? Huh?
Maybe he wants me. What?
Maybe he wants me.
Maybe he does.
But you still have two more bites.
"And the little horse ran and"
ran, and foxes chased him, and
he could hear them barking.
and he could hear them howling,
"but he knew they couldn't catch him. "
Bear.
Yeah, there's that baby bear.
He used to wrestle with them.
He'd tackle them down.
He'd bop them on the nose.
Sylvie, put your shoes on.
Okay.
Hey. Morning, miss Guthrie.
before work.
Is something wrong?
I was hoping for a word.
How many cats you got? Four.
Yeah? What's this one's name?
Willow.
How'd you get those cats?
Get down. Found them out back.
Oh, thank you.
Mama was long gone, I guess.
Well, you need someone to
take a few of them off your
hands?
I can handle some kittens, at
least.
Like I said, uh...
They're setting to get ready to
call you down to the station,
and, uh, it's gonna be all over
the news later.
Thought best if you hear this
from a friend. Hear what?
times already.
Did you know that? No, sir.
Well, maybe six times is the charm.
The boys he broke free with got
caught trying to hop a train up
near bartlesville, heading north.
Maybe Bob's doing likewise.
Maybe he's already long gone.
Maybe. What do you think?
I don't know.
anybody at all? Nope.
Everyone read them before
they even got sent.
They don't say anything.
You want to just bring them
in anyway?
I'll do whatever you want,
but he won't come back.
He's not coming back for me if
that's what you're thinking.
Ruth!
Did she tell you anything?
Did she tell you anything?
No, gene.
She didn't say a damn thing.
I'm surprised.
I thought she'd like you better
than me.
Let me have this one, huh?
Well, hell, pat.
You're the one he shot.
I'm gonna let you catch the son
of a b*tch.
Yep. Sorry I'm late.
She had to have a time-out.
She got in a fight with Miles.
Why did you get into a fight
with those boys?
They called me names.
You need to have a better
reason than that.
Come on. Upsy-Daisy. Oy.
Evening.
Hi. Hey, little girl.
Hi.
Don't you look pretty today?
don't you?
Well, you got your birthday list
put together yet?
You better get on that.
Get your mama to help you.
I heard the news.
Anything you want to talk about?
Everyone thinks I got
something to tell them.
I don't have a goddamn thing.
They say they traced
him to Montana.
You think he's in Montana?
I can make some phone calls,
see what I can do about putting
an end to all this.
I could put an end to all
this right now all by myself.
All I'd have to do is...
Tell the truth.
# Hey, little blue Jay,
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