Bloody Mama Page #4

we was Barkers.

You know what Barkers are? Huh?

- Huh?

- I wanna go swimming now.

- Let's go swimming.

- What are Barkers?

- Dogs?

- Dogs?

- Yes.

- Dogs.

That's right, "dog."

Yeah, dogs do it. Yeah.

A dog eats dog.

(WHIMPERING)

No, please, don't do this.

(CRYING) No. No!

No!

It's all right.

No, no, don't cry, little girl. It's...

- No!

- L...

Please let me go!

KATE:
Oh, Jesus.

Lloyd, you don't remember, son?

Now, I told you and I told you.

I told you that up here,

we're not the Barkers.

We are the decent, respectable,

law-abiding hunters of Bearskin Lake.

You don't remember?

I know I forgot, Ma,

but...

She was just so cute,

I had to take a shot at her.

All right.

You just keep this pretty little gal here,

and you don't dare untie those knots,

maybe sometime

we'll all have a shot at her.

Herman!

Herman!

Herman, I got 300,000 bucks

all set up for us just to take.

Just to take it.

Then your dumbbell of a brother,

he brings that silly

goon of a girl up here.

She ain't no goon, Ma.

Lloyd's the goon.

We gotta kill her, baby.

We gotta.

Herman, we gotta...

We gotta drown her and dump the body

in that bottomless lake.

We ought to dump Lloyd's body

in that bottomless lake, Ma.

That's immoral.

That's beneath my contempt.

Lloyd is your brother.

So?

We'll have Mona kill him for us.

That way

we'll keep it all outside the family.

Scrub my back, Ma.

Ma,

you reckon Dillinger's

more famous than we are,

or we're more famous than Dillinger?

Come on, honey.

Baby, you're not concentrating.

We're in trouble.

Don't you understand that?

We're in real trouble.

You know something, Mama?

There's a new song out.

Mona heard it on the radio.

It's called Murderin'Ma from Arkansas.

That ain't funny, Herman.

Sing it, Mona. Sing it for Mama.

Go ahead, Mona.

You sing it. Sing it.

And then I'll have to do to you

what I gotta do to that other little whore.

Oh, Mama!

(GRUNTING) Mona!

KATE:
Come on, Herman.

Mama needs chores done.

In a minute.

(SCREAMING)

LLOYD:
Her name is Rembrandt.

(REMBRANDT SCREAMING)

Her name is Rembrandt.

(GROANING)

(REMBRANDT SCREAMING)

Herman! Herman!

Can't you do it yourself?

There's nothing you won't do,

is there, Ma?

It's supposed to be a free country, Mona,

but unless you're rich,

you ain't free, and you know that.

So I aim to be freer

than the rest of the people.

I don't wanna sleep alone tonight.

Ma, I can't.

Freddie, I don't wanna

cuddle with you tonight, baby.

Kevin, I want you.

Well, we're all feeling

kind of weird tonight, Ma.

What the hell kind of a name

for a gal is Rembrandt?

That's a mighty peculiar name.

Kevin, I've been

promising myself you for a long time,

and I want you tonight.

Well, honey, I'm ready.

(GROANING)

Lloyd.

What we had to do

to that little gal last night, baby,

we had to do it.

We weren't bothering her none.

She swam clear across that lake

to come over here and mess us up, honey.

Now, we gotta get out of here quick.

Now, come on.

Come on, I wanna hear a sweet song

like only the Barker boys can sing.

I wanna hear some sweet singing.

Let's have a song. I got a song

from that there war where they killed

all those innocent boys, remember?

(PLAYING)

(SINGING) Ten million soldiers

to the war have gone.

Who may never return again.

Ten million mothers ' hearts must break.

For the ones who died in vain.

Let each mother answer in the years to be.

Remember that my boys belong to me!

KATE:
Now, come on. Freddie, everybody.

I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier.

KATE:
Arthur.

I brought him up to be my pride and joy.

Who dares to place a musket

on his shoulder.

To shoot some other

mother's darling boy?

Herman!

Let nations arbitrate their future trouble.

It's time to lay the sword and gun away.

ALL:
There'd be no war today.

Ifmothers all would say

I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier.

KA TE:
The cops were so busy

shooting down the strikers

during the Depression,

I guess they just didn't ha ve much time

to pay attention to us.

Everybody was trying

to make a buck any way they could.

I told my boys, "You just rob banks"

"and stay out of trouble."

And then I got this here idea

concerning a Memphis cotton broker

named Samuel Adams Pendlebury,

a nice, respectable family man

with three kids and three million bucks.

Jesus, Dirkman!

You almost killed the poor guy.

You never said anything

about being gentle.

Ma wanted him whole.

Ma wanted him well.

Since when did the sight of blood

make you so panicky, boy, huh?

- Did you see his eyes?

- What's the matter with his eyes?

Yeah, I saw his eyes.

What the hell y'all talking about?

You dumbbells, you dang near killed him.

You dumbbells, you dang near killed him.

If you wanna keep this man alive,

you better get a doctor.

That's right.

For once, Mona is right.

You nitwits! We gotta keep him alive!

We gotta keep him alive!

'Cause we gotta prove that we got him.

All right, Mona,

you're gonna take care of him.

No, but first,

nobody ever takes those goggles off.

Understand me?

This here hunk of meat

is worth $300,000 on the hoof,

and this time we're gonna get it.

We've been planning this

a long, long time, and we're gonna get it.

No, now, Mrs. Pendlebury,

you will be hearing from us

about where and when we want

the ransom delivered. You understand?

Mrs. Pendlebury,

we need to know the name of his doctor.

No, no, no, ma'am! He's

perfectly fit, he...

He has to have a doctor, that's all.

Hell, we even like him, Mrs... Yeah.

Ok, go ahead, shoot. I mean...

Okay.

And he's just fine now, ma'am.

Now, you listen to me

real close, Mrs. Pendlebury. Listen.

I don't want you going doing

nothing dumb like calling the cops

or talking to nobody.

You understand? You hear me?

Mr. Pendlebury is just fine.

But if you go do something like that,

he won't be just fine.

We'll kill him.

DR. ROTH:
Sam's a good man.

He's a good father.

He took his boy

on a camping trip up Kentucky.

Boy fell out of a tree.

Way the hell out in the wilderness.

Broke his arm.

Sam's no doctor.

He set that boy's arm.

That boy's got the best father

in Tennessee.

I'm finished. He's gonna be all right.

God bless him and take care of him.

And you take care of him, too.

SAM:
Listen, are you bastards

gonna let me get up

and take a leak? Huh?

Well, are you?

Just let us figure it out

and we will do something.

- Can you hold it just a second now?

- Yes, yes, yes.

HERMAN:
Only so much

you can expect of a man.

I know it. I know it.

I know it.

HERMAN:
Come on.

- Nice and slow.

- Take it easy, take it easy.

Nice and slow.

Don't you try nothing, now, you hear?

Straight ahead.

Do you think they'll raise the $300,000?

We don't know.

So far they screwed up everything.

Made contacts with your jerk lawyer.

He screwed up everything.

He called the cops.

How do you know he called the cops?

- We know, buddy. We know.

- My name is not Buddy!

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