Cellmates Page #4

- Well, what's not good about it?

The klan part.

And the grasshopper part.

Actually, i don't think any of it is very good.

Endosulfan for them brown grubs.

Aphids don't like thiabendazole compound

sprayed directly on the leaves.

Now, you wanna get serious about fruit worms?

You gotta use o-Phenylphenol,

Which is also good for them blister beetles,

But not so good

as phorate metabolite.

Are you listening to me, Leroy?

- Oh, absolutely, warden.

- Good, 'cause you just might learn somethin'.

What was I sayin'?

You was hailin' the grub-Killin' efficacy

Of phorate metabolite,warden,

wasn't you?

That's right, Leroy.

Phorate metabolite is a sure way to get rid of them grubs.

Of course, if you're lookin' for a better way,

Then you got to go south.

My name is Leroy Lowe.

They used to call me The White Knight.

I've been nothin' but a righteous man.

Done all the right things a righteous man's supposed to do.

I married a proud white woman.

She was the best female segregation speaker in the south.

Sounded just like Lurleen Wallace.

We lived our life as proper as any proud white folks would.

Now my wife's passed on,

My best friend in the world is gone, too,

Choked by a wayward piece of potato,

And i can't help but wonder where the klan went.

I suppose with these thoughts on my mind,

I forget to smile sometimes.

- I want a cause.

- You what?

You say if i write

them liberals, I have a cause.

So I want a cause.

I want to write them liberals.

- Well now, you gotta write the right folks to get things stirrin'.

- Sure.

You don't wanna mince your words, now.

Fire and brimstone! Let 'em have it!

- Okay, but where do I send my letter?

- Well, I'd start with the United States Justice Department.

They love to stick their nose where it don't belong,

Especially when it concerns the plight of the coloreds.

Well, for a racist gringo,

You sure know a lot about the problems of the immigrants.

I have sent my fair share of 'em

Kickin' and screamin' back where they came from.

Huh. Can you imagine how many Mexicans

Are getting across your border now that you're stuck in here?

- But tell me about your letter.

- What about my letter?

- Did you give it to Madalena?

- I suppose I did.

- Well?

- Well what?

- What did she say?

- She didn't say nothin'. She just put it in her pocket.

Leroy Lowe!

Don't you think I know what's goin' on?

W-What do you mean?

W-What's goin' on, warden?

I hear you're makin' progress with your new cell mate,

That you two are gettin' along

like two peas in a pod.

- Oh, I don't think that is the best assessment

of the situation.

- Well, you just keep that up, now.

That's the kind of behavior I wanna see here

at Low Lee Tuna. None of that bellicose attitude.

- Did you get the letter?

- So what if I did?

- It's very exciting.

- Is it?

- Oh, yeah, very exciting.

- What?

- Are you gonna show me the letter?

- No.

- No?

- No! Look, this whole thing's gotten out of hand, all right?

I'm not prepared to get into a written correspondence

with a woman, Especially with that woman, okay?

- Come on, give me the letter.

- No!

Well, you might as well tell me what it says.

As long as you got it in front of you and all.

- Ah. This is a beautiful woman, isn't she?

- How in the hell you know what this woman look like, huh?

Well, look at her writing.

It's so pretty, so elegant.

But this is a very sad woman.

( Sighs ) just read the damn thing, will ya?

"Mr. Leroy Lowe, Tell me a story."

I sure got a story for you.

I still remember it like it was yesterday.

It was back in the summer of 1966.

I bought myself a shinin' new car,

A ford fairlane four-Dour sedan,

Colonial white.

I equipped it with all sort of amenities,

And I traveled these United States sellin' brill vacuum cleaners door to door.

First week on the job, I sold 26 uprights,

Eight canisters, and one carpet beater.

The brill regional manager in Labrecque called me into his office and said,

"Leroy, you got one hell of a fast tongue."

I still have that salesman of the year award

He gave me stashed somewhere.

It says, "To Leroy Lowe

The man with the Devil's Silver Tongue."

It was a fine week.

Madalena:
my father was a good talker, too.

He stand in front of a hundred people and said,

"If you go to the United States and work hard,

You don't let them take your rights away from you.'

When I was ten years old, a truck came to our house.

My father jump on that truck and kiss my mother good-Bye.

He crossed the border to fight for the rights

Of de Los Braceros, the field workers.

He had a good tongue like you,

but he made some people scared.

He was not afraid. He wanted to change things.

So he went.

Leroy:
My papa traveled a lot back in the days, too.

Never was in a place for longer than a minute.

He told us he was workin' to rewrite history,

And I dreamed of the day I saw his name in a schoolbook

Along with those

of Abraham Lincoln and general Robert E. Lee.

The heroes of the Civil War and The Reconstruction.

I guess those dreams filled the days we spent without him.

Madalena:
your father sounds a lot like mine,

With very big dreams.

He worked hard to change things for laborers.

But one day, two field workers came to our house

And brought a shirt to my mother.

It was my father's shirt.

That's when she knew he was dead.

His shirt was full of blood.

They say the Texas Rangers

Beat the workers during a strike.

And my father was with them.

When my mother saw that shirt,

She ran until she couldn't run anymore.

She stopped when she got to the edge of the Rio Grande.

She prayed for the river to take her away.

And it did.

Leroy:
well, I'm awful sorry to hear about your folks.

But I never understood why certain elements

Go look for trouble in other folks' backyards.

A man should stay where the good lord saw fit to put him

And not go lookin' to start a fuss somewhere else.

It just ain't sound enterprise, if you ask me.

That's why I'm a firm believer

You folks should stay home and tend to your own.

Potato casserole...

Mashed potatoes...

Twice baked potatoes...

Cajun roasted potatoes...

Potato salad...

Stuffed baked potatoes...

Illegally...

Detained.

- How man ls are in "illegally"?

- She hit my foot real hard.

( Chuckles ) Well, you shouldn't make a beautiful woman angry..

I think there's somethin' broken in there, I swear.

This ain't no ordinary foot pain.

- You should apologize.

- I should apologize?

- She near crushed my foot, and i should apologize?

I told you, don't write that letter.

But do you listen? No.

Hey, look, all I said was Mexicans should stay in Mexico.

Now, what's wrong with that?

Well, god damn it, bit don't cost nothin' to apologize.

All right, then i'll apologize.

- Yes, but you have to apologize properly.

- Well, what would you suggest?

You should give her flowers.

- ( Chuckles ) flowers?

- Yeah, flowers. You always have to apologize with flowers.

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