Drifter: Henry Lee Lucas Page #2

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Sheriff, this looks

like it's for Henry.

Go ahead, Henry.

Hello, this is Henry.

Uh, Sheriff, this is a news reporter,

wants to know some personal information.

Give me that.

- Who is this?

-Phil Johnson, journalist.

How in the f*** you get this number?

Huh? Who gave you the number?

I could arrest you just for callin' it.

No disrespect, Sheriff Larabie,

but your brother gave me the number.

Said you'd have no problem

with me interviewing Mr. Lucas.

- My brother?

-Yes, sir.

What paper you write for?

Best paper in Texas. Dallas Star,sir.

I'll tell you what.

I'll let you talk to Henry as long

as you report about me and my Rangers

and the professional job they's

doin' about the case and all.

Certainly, sir. You have my word.

I will arrest you if I don't see at

least one paragraph about my Rangers.

- Henry.

- Yes, sir?

Just an old friend of mine

wants to ask a few questions.

- Hello?

- Go ahead and sit down.

Yes? This is Henry.

Mr. Lucas, I've got a lot

of facts about you currently,

but I wanted to learn

more about you personally--

how you became a, uh...

Um, a serial murderer?

Oh... yeah, I guess you could say that.

A serial murderer.

[Henry] It all started with my mother.

Henry!

Henry, where are you, boy?

You get your sorry self back here!

You ain't finished your chores!

Henry!

Henry!

Henry Lee Lucas!

Henry, I know you hear me calling you.

Henry Lee Lucas, you little turd.

I'm gonna find you, boy!

Gonna wish I hadn't found you.

You heard me calling you, boy.

You ain't finished your chores.

Out here in the woods goofin' off.

Come on.

You ain't doin' nothin'

like you supposed to.

Your papa ain't got no legs. I

gotta do everything around here.

Gonna try to teach you how to be a man.

I got better things to do than to

be looking for you in the woods.

- Ow, Mama! Ow!

- You hush up.

You come when I call you, boy.

go. Ow, Mama. Please let me

You hush up! Please! Ow!

Oh! Hey!

Hey!

- What do I have to do to make you learn?

- No, Mama! No!

Boy, don't you ever be comin'

up against me, you hear me?

Now, I gots me

a job comin' in three days,

and I don't need no trouble from you

or your brothers or your sisters, you hear me?

Boy, your mama's talkin' to you!

Do you hear me? Boy?

You didn't have to bring me no flowers.

I know, but I wanted to

make a good first impression.

- [laughing]

- I been lookin' forward to this.

Where's your wife?

Come on, Mr. Hennesy.

I knows you're married.

You ain't got no reason to come

see me if you ain't married.

It's okay.

I mean, you got that man stuff

runnin' through your veins.

Ain't that right?

Sometimes...

you just need the soft touch of a woman.

[laughing]

Don't be scared.

Viola's gonna take good care of you.

So... what?

So where's your wife?

She went down south to visit

her sister in Charleston.

Oh, well, ain't that good.

She don't need to know

everything you're doin', does she?

No, ma'am.

Whoa, oh. Now, Mr. Hennesy,

it ain't time for no kissin'.

You come this way.

Our lesson today is on Abraham Lincoln.

He's our 16th president

of the United State--

- [laughing]

- Children, what are you laughing at?

Mr. Lucas. Why are you dressed that way?

My mama dressed me this way.

- [laughing]

- Quiet. Quiet.

Well, why would she

dress you like a girl?

She says that I ain't

good enough to be a boy.

I said, "Quiet."

I said, "Quiet."

Viola?

Viola.

I think you need to take

Henry to see a doctor.

The boy gonna lose his eye , you

don't take him to see no doctor.

Vee! Ain't you listening to me?

The boy ain't gonna go see no doctor.

We ain't got no money.

What doctor's gonna see him if we

ain't got no money to pay for it?

Yeah, well, Dr. Andrews, he took

care of me when I had my accident.

If it weren't for

him, I'd be dead right now.

Well, you know what?

That might not be so bad!

One less mouth for me

to feed around here.

You ungrateful whore.

Who you talkin' "ungrateful"?

Ungrateful for what?

For all you done for me?

For forcin' me to live in squalor?

Take care of these kids by myself?

You get drunk and you go off and

you get runned over by a train!

I been taking care of your

bony ass since we first met.

Might've gone and

made somethin' of myself

you ain't got knocked

up every time we screwed.

[groans]

Viola, stop it!

- Viola!

- [Viola mutters angrily]

Stop it, Viola!

Henry? You awake, son?

Here. Come on.

Hold still, now.

There.

No, no, don't rub your left eye.

Don't wanna get an infection, now.

- Are you the man who--

- Yes.

I'm the man who took

you to the hospital.

But how?

Well, it doesn't matter how.

What matters now is that we make

sure that you don't get an infection.

I can't see. I can't see

anything out of my eye.

Henry...

your left eye is gone.

Now, unfortunately , that

stick went right through it,

and there was nothing

I could do to save it.

I'm very sorry.

But don't you fret.

I got something for you.

What is it?

Open it up.

That is your new eye.

Can I see with it?

No, no, I'm sorry.

It's not a magic eye.

It's more like a placeholder.

But I guarantee you,

that nobody will be able

to tell that you're missing an eye.

- What's it made of?

- Glass.

Like a marble? I got lots of marbles.

Well, now you got one that

will go everywhere with you.

Here. Let me show you how you put it in.

Just hold still.

You just gently lift

up that top eyelid.

And we just put it straight back.

Just like... that.

And then you use the lower eyelid

to hold it right there in place.

Okay. Now let me show you.

You see?

Now, that discoloration there,

that's just gonna go--

Are you finished, Roy?

Yes, Viola.

He's just about as good as new.

"New"? Heck.

You ain't got but one

eye. That ain't "new."

Well, least you didn't lose

no legs like your daddy.

Shoot. You've used enough

of this man's good time.

Git yourself.

Mr. Hennesy.

I'm sure that my insurance will

be covering this bill fully, right?

Yes, ma'am. Your bill is paid in full.

Thank you.

[Henry] I don't know how I got there.

I just done woke up!

Don't be lyin' to me, boy.

I'm your mama!

You're playing tricks on me.

I'm your mother! What I

say goes in this house, boy!

[distorted] Little sh*t.

Stupid little boy!

Who you think you are?

Show you who's boss in this house!

Get up! Get up! Get up! You little sh*t!

Coward! I'm trying to make you a man!

[man] Tell me about your mama.

Mama didn't like no one.

She's the reason you kill?

I can't say that she

was the reason , really.

Well, then what do you think it is?

I can't say I really know. Uh...

I just feel the urge.

Why do you eat? You don't

really think about it.

You just eat because

you're hungry, right?

- Yeah, I guess.

-Well, it's like that for me.

Sometimes I just get hungry.

[humming]

[humming]

[gasps]

- Can I help you?

- Well, ma'am, I was walking down the road

and I was wondering if I

could have a glass of water.

There's a spigot out there

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