Bloody Mama Page #6

if there's ever anything we can do for you,

you just get in touch. Anything.

How would I get in touch with you boys?

Well, hell.

No way.

Isn't this a dumb damn world?

I wanna see his eyes.

Are you crazy, Herman? He'd recognize us.

I don't think he'll be able

to see us in the light.

- Now the rest of you get over there.

- No.

Gonna look at his eyes.

LLOYD:
You knew it.

I think I'm going right out of my mind.

He's got Pa's eyes.

I can't see you. You take my word for that.

But before I leave here,

I want to say just one thing to you fellas.

You are a strange pack of young men,

and if I were your father,

I'd take each one of you boys

across my knee

and I'd wail the living

daylights out of you.

We can take the goggles off.

For Pete's sake, Ma, he can't see.

- How do you know he can't see?

- He can't. He can't.

He can't see, Ma.

All right, Arthur.

You, with your smart aleck lip,

you get to kill him.

You made so damn sure

we can't turn him loose now.

We can turn him loose, Ma.

- No, we can't!

- We got the money, Ma!

- We got it all set up.

- What's money?

We need him walking around alive,

broadcasting about us?

He don't know, Ma, he don't know.

When they start asking him questions,

when they start showing him

your pictures,

he'll make one hell of a good guess.

KATE:
Pull over, Herman. Right here.

All right, Herman. Turn off the ignition.

All right, Arthur, you.

Go on.

Arthur, you don't pray over him,

you understand? You just kill him.

Where you going, Lloyd?

Lloyd, where you going?

Lloyd!

Damn it, Ma!

I'm going down to see what they're doing.

I'm gonna see what they're doing, Ma!

Herman, they're buggy.

Herman, now, you listen to your mama.

Baby, you was my firstborn

when I still was a little gal

and I had to tie off your belly button

with my own two hands.

There isn't nothing

I wouldn't do for you, baby.

There isn't nothing

I wouldn't protect you from.

There's nobody I wouldn't kill for you.

Your brothers are standing out there

with their hands in their pockets,

waiting on the electric chair.

Now you get, baby.

You understand your mama? You get.

I love you, Mama.

(GUN FIRING)

(SINGING) Poor butterfly

'neath the blossoms waiting.

Poor butterfly.

For she loved him so.

The moments pass into hours.

The hours pass into years.

He's not dead, Mama.

We didn't kill him.

- What'd you say, Herman?

- He's not dead. We didn't kill him.

Who's not dead, baby?

Sam. Sam Pendlebury.

We didn't want to kill him, Ma.

Now, Ma, like you say,

this ain't gonna be a safe place.

His whole territory.

Sure ain't gonna be, Ma.

We gotta move, quick.

No, no.

- You're joshing your mama.

- No, Mama.

You're joking.

You're joking with your mama!

(SCREAMS)

You're an old lady, Mama.

You just can't go beating up

on full-grown men

like they was little babies.

HERMAN:
Just ain't ladylike.

Now, you listen to me!

I'm taking over now!

We're gonna move south.

Going down to Florida.

You understand?

Do you understand, Mama?

Herman. Not you, Herman. Not you.

(WHIMPERING)

Not you.

- Morning, sir.

- Morning.

- Morning, ma'am.

- Morning.

Mr. Hanson sent word for me

to make you folks comfortable as can be.

Boy, that wide spot down the road,

is that the closest town?

Yes, ma'am. Sure is.

That's Owensby's Park.

Nice little old town.

- Real nice little town?

- Yes, sir.

- Nice little town.

- MOSES:
Yes, sir.

(MIMICKING MOSES) Yes, sir.

- Moses?

- Yes, sir?

What y'all do around here for kicks?

Well, sir, there's an engine boat

Mr. Hanson likes to play with

when he comes down here on a visit.

He takes it out there

and tries to catch Old Joe.

Thank you, sir.

My furs are dragging, son.

That's an... A nice little house...

- Who is Old Joe?

- Ma'am, Old Joe's a gator.

Biggest gator you ever seen.

- Biggest gator you ever seen?

- Yes, sir.

Hear that, Arthur?

Let's do us a little gator hunting.

Biggest gator you ever seen.

(MUMBLING)

Lloyd?

Son? What's ailing you?

Lloyd?

Ma, he's been sticking himself

with that needle.

(STAMMERING) God damn you, Lloyd!

What are you... Why do you do that?

Leave me alone, old lady.

Leave me alone, old lady, old lady.

Leave me alone, old lady.

More and more and more, Ma!

- Lloyd...

- Ever since that little girl.

Why don't you take care of your brother?

Why don't you, Lloyd?

Lloyd, listen to your mama. Listen.

That... That little girl...

That little girl was no good for you.

Your mama's good for you, Lloyd.

When you're sick,

your mama's good for you. Lloyd!

Lloyd...

Lloyd?

Hey, Dirk. What do you reckon gators eat?

Well, I don't know.

Lot of people say they like chicken.

Oh, boy!

- Look at this right here.

- Oink, oink.

I'm thinking...

Too bad, little boy.

I'm gonna get your little brown brother.

Come here! Come here!

HERMAN:
Take that son of a b*tch, Dirk!

Oh, boy, I got you, brownie.

(EXCLAIMING)

No, you old baby.

I'm gonna feed you to a gator.

(PIGLET SQUEALING)

Let's go.

MONA:
This place is like

the end of the world.

FRED:
You mean

you don't like it here, Mona?

- It's okay, if you're a Barker.

- Well, you're a Barker now.

Lloyd?

What are you doing down there? Lloyd?

ARTHUR:
Lloyd?

(LAUGHING)

He looks just like Moses in the bulrushes.

You just playing gator, Lloyd, huh?

He's dead.

ARTHUR:
Get Ma.

(SQUEALS)

(SQUEALING)

KATE:
No. No!

No! No! Not one of mine!

Not one of my boys! No!

(WAILING) No! No, no! No! No! No!

God! This is Lloyd!

Bright, beautiful one, Lloyd!

(STAMMERING) I know he's got...

Everybody's got faults, God!

God, let me add to your blood, bastard!

- Let me add to your...

- No!

Mama!

Lloyd! No, God!

- No, he won't hurt my baby...

- Come on, Mama. Come on.

- Come on, Mama. Come on.

- He wouldn't do that! He wouldn't!

- Come on, Mama.

- He wouldn't! No, Fred!

He wouldn't take my baby! He wouldn't...

Here!

KATE:
Herman, boy! Son Herman!

Herman!

- Herman!

- What?

Your brother's dead, Herman!

You're playing with gators.

Your brother's dead!

They're burying your brother!

How did it happen?

Herman, it was the dope stuff,

he put it in his arm!

- Your brother's dead!

- Just bury him deep.

Lot of animals around here.

That's right, Sheriff. They killed my pig.

And they killed Old Joe.

And they did it with a chatter gun, too.

The kind they had in the war.

License plates?

It just could have been Tennessee plates.

Do you want anything before I go?

- Where you going?

- Miami.

Yeah?

Drop me a line

when you get settled down there.

- I'll be down that way pretty soon.

- Okay.

Okay.

AGENT MCCELLAN:
Kate Barker!

We have the house surrounded!

Kate Barker!

Arthur!

Wake up the other ones! They're here!

(GRUNTS)

Hold it! Hold it!

- KEVIN:
Hold your fire!

- Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

I'm not a Barker!

You bet your sweet ass you ain't.

(WAILING) Ma!

(SCREAMING)

Back, baby, back!

(SCREAMING)

No!

(GRUNTING)

(INAUDIBLE)

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