Crazy in Alabama Page #3

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on the road now?

No, I got it, hon. It is my treat.

-Thank you.

-Now good luck to you out there.

-You've got a real talent.

-Thank you.

I like your style.

-How you doing, there?

-Fine, thanks. Yourself?

Real good.

-Think I'll try a number two today.

-You got it.

Well, well, well.

Look what we got here.

Y'all are trespassing

on public property.

Get up and go home.

This is a sit-in.

-What was that?

-This is a sit-in.

Yeah. I know what this is.

Now you boys get up

and disperse from here...

...or I'm gonna have to disperse you.

Go ahead and arrest us.

Oh, no.

I'm not gonna mess up my nice

clean jail with the likes of you.

We got a right to be here.

Excuse me. Thank you. Thank you.

You got no rights in my town, boy.

You hear me?

Get him out of here!

Get back there!

You ain't nothing but a big old bully!

Run, David, run!

You're gonna need a stretcher.

This one's hurt.

What happened?

He fell.

He ain't hurt, John.

He's dead.

I never touched him.

He fell. It was an accident.

Like that boy accidentally...

...went off the Pigeon Creek Bridge

last spring.

And one accidentally

hung himself in your jail.

Watch yourself, Dove.

All right.

Let me take him, son.

I'll bring him home.

I didn't start this thing.

These boys came here looking

for trouble.

Well, they found it, didn't they?

Do you know who this boy is?

This is Nehemiah Jackson's boy.

Do you want me to twiddle my thumbs...

...till this town explodes like Selma?

I mean to stop it, if I have to put

every last n*gger in jail!

Just don't kill any more

of them, okay?

I am sick of cleaning up after you.

Uncle Dove and Nehemiah Jackson

were friends.

They were both

in the funeral business.

They helped each other out

from time to time.

Just 17 years old.

He was supposed to start

Tuskegee in the fall.

I wish I knew what to say, Nehemiah.

The day he was born....

Just so little.

Those little hands.

It rained so hard that day.

Just pouring.

You could stop the sheriff

if you tried.

You don't know he's responsible.

-No one saw what happened.

-I saw.

He didn't fall.

Sheriff pulled him off the fence.

You saw it?

Taylor was trying to get away.

He jumped on the fence.

The sheriff grabbed him

by the back of the shirt.

My boy.

My boy.

-Croaker-Moseley.

-Peejoe.

Aunt Lucille, where are you?

Florida. Hear the ocean?

I thought you were going to Hollywood.

You didn't tell them Harry's name,

did you? The man I was going to see?

Dove's been calling out there

looking for me.

Not really. I mean....

Well, sort of.

Oh, Peejoe, you promised.

Well, I only told Uncle Dove, I swear.

And I didn't tell him about the....

The sheriff asked me a bunch of stuff,

and I didn't say nothing.

You just tell Dove to quit calling

out there, okay?

Tell him I changed my mind,

that California's way too risky.

And have you talked to Meemaw?

How are my babies?

I keep calling out there, but that

damn party line's always busy.

She called Sunday. They're all right.

Cary's tooth fell out.

Is he okay?

She just said he looks real funny.

Hey, do you happen to know how

your slingshot wound up in my car?

I thought you might need

some protection.

You are just about

the sweetest boy that I know.

Aunt Lucille, are you okay?

I'm fine, Peejoe. I'm free.

For the first time

in my entire life, I'm free.

I gotta run.

I'll call you later.

You stay by the phone. Bye.

I'm coming.

Uncle Dove!

I don't care what you say.

Your vehicle is on my list...

...and that means you gotta

stay here until I check it out.

But I told you. It's my

boyfriend's car. I didn't steal it.

You see, we had a big fight...

...and I told him

that the least he could do...

...would be to give me his car

after the hell he put me through.

You can't imagine what he did to me.

Will you just do what I say

and step inside, Lucille?

I can't go back there.

Let me fix this for you.

There, Raymond.

You see, he's a bartender...

...and, well, he drinks.

And when he gets drunk

and he comes home...

...and he makes me do things.

Just awful things.

What kind of things?

Well, I can't tell you.

I can't even say those words.

I couldn't, not to a big old lawman

like yourself.

It's okay. You can tell me.

A little lawn mower trouble?

What'd she do with his head?

-How should I know?

-You know a hell of a lot.

I'm gonna catch her.

You're gonna help me.

You can't make me.

I know about you.

I saw what you did.

What'd I do?

You killed Taylor Jackson.

You pulled him off that fence.

You meant to do it.

Who else you tell that to?

Nobody.

Not yet. But you better

leave her alone, or I'm telling.

Well, you just go on and tell,

junior boy.

And then you tell Dove that I got

eyes and ears in this town...

...and I know all about his flirtation

with the Justice Department.

But I ain't scared...

...because I mean to catch

that murdering sister of his...

...and I'm gonna bring her

back here...

...and I'm gonna watch her fry

till her lips sizzle...

...and her eyeballs...

...pop out.

-That is perfect.

-You mean that?

That is so good,

I can't hardly stand it.

So sexy.

So handsome and so tall.

So big and....

You're just a vision, angel.

Oh, yeah, kiss me there.

-You like that?

-A little more.

Oh, that's so good.

Oh, so good.

All right.

I think I better take yours too.

Okay, now listen.

Grab your handcuffs.

Do it fast. Come on.

-Are you serious?

-Put it on your wrist.

-Oh, baby.

-Don't say anything.

Now hook it to right there.

Go ahead.

You're so nice, Raymond.

Do you realize how stupid you are?

You know how much trouble

you can get in for this?

You know what?

This is the least of my troubles.

Really.

Bye. Gotta go.

I got your keys.

What'd he mean about

the Justice Department?

There's some people I've been

talking to the last couple days.

I mean, how to stop him.

They're putting together a grand jury.

I'd like to know how the hell

he heard about it.

He said Aunt Lucille's gonna fry

till her eyeballs pop out.

I don't like him talking

to you like that.

He's not man enough to talk to me.

He didn't scare me.

I told him to leave us alone.

Lord, you are something fearless.

You can believe you take after

your Aunt Lucille.

Dear Peejoe.:

You wouldn't believe what a wonderful

time I'm having in Las Vegas.

It is a beautiful place,

let me tell you.

A hundred million light bulbs

in the middle of nowhere.

You drive up in your car,

and this nice man comes out and says.:

Evening, ma'am.

Checking in?

Whoa! It's heavy.

What's in here, bricks?

My husband's head.

I take it everywhere.

-Just his head, huh?

-I left the rest of him at home.

Right.

And he carries your bags

right inside for you.

There's no extra charge

for this service.

Inside, they have all kinds

of smart little shops.

And I'm the kind of girl who can

resist anything but temptation.

And that's how I found myself

in the casino.

I don't know much about gambling...

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