Drifter: Henry Lee Lucas Page #3

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in the center of the yard.

- You're welcome to drink from there.

- I'm no animal!

I would like a glass of water.

Please.

I'm sorry, who are you?

My name is Jack.

Glass of water would

be very much obliged.

Well, like I said, Jack,

there's a spigot outside.

You're welcome to drink from there.

I can't have a strange man in my house!

[screams, whimpers]

[grunts, groans]

- [crying]

- I guess right now I'm gonna need a lot more from you.

[crying]

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

[crying] Take all the w-water you want.

[crying]

Where the cups at?

Where the cups at?

[crying]

Th-Th-The--

- Cabinet?

- In the cabinet.

[crying]

[blubbering, crying]

- [growls] It doesn't work!

- [shrieks, cries]

You gotta let it run.

- What'd you say?

- You have to run the water.

Oh, you got dirty pipes. Oh, I see.

That's two cups now.

- [water splashing]

- [Henry] Oh, yeah.

[gasps] Now that's much better.

Yeah.

[whimpering, crying]

You goin' somewhere?

[crying]

- Huh?

- [screams, cries]

- Where you going?

- [shrieks, gags]

[Henry grunts]

[Henry] Sometimes I'm

just curious , you know.

Feel the urge.

Like the first time I done it.

[Detective] And when was that?

[Henry] Oh, I was 15.

She was my first girlfriend.

Honestly, I didn't really know

how to treat a woman back then.

Kinda felt awkward.

Know what I mean?

[Charlene] So, where

you taking me, Henry?

Henry Lee Lucas, where you taking me?

It's a secret. I ain't

telling you until we get there.

But I ain't too sure my daddy'd

approve of me going off with a boy.

[scoffs] I'm not just

a boy. I'm your boyfriend.

You ain't my boyfriend.

Well, at least you ain't my boyfriend yet.

We ain't even held hands.

- So, where you taking me?

- It's a secret.

But if you gotta know, it's a

private place where no one can bother us.

It's a beautiful place, Henry.

Thought you'd like it here. We can

swim in the lake just around the bend.

I ain't got no bathing suit.

You don't need a bathing suit.

We can go skinny-dipping.

- I can't do that.

- Sure you can.

No, I-I can't.

- Why not?

- 'Cause it just ain't right.

'Course it's

right. Ain't nothin' righter.

When you free yourself

from the fig leaf,

we'll be like Adam and

Eve just before the apple.

Come on. Take off your shirt.

Take off your shirt, Charlene.

Come on. It'll be fun.

No, not yet. I ain't comfortable yet.

[gagging]

I want you.

[gagging, gasping]

[panting]

You're trying to kill me. You're crazy!

- Did it hurt?

- What? 'Course it hurt.

Did you enjoy that?

You're insane, Henry Lee Lucas.

[screams] Help me!

Don't bother. We're so far out

here, ain't no one gonna hear you.

Please, please, don't.

Finally, you're begging.

I got one question for you.

Will you go with me?

Will you be my girlfriend?

- [sobs] Let me go.

- Answer me!

Yes, yes! I'll be your

girlfriend! I'll marry you!

Just, for God's sake, let me go!

I can't do that.

[grunts] You b*tch!

Why'd you do that?

[grunting]

[Charlene gasping]

[Anderson] Henry!

Goddamn it, boy. Get your ass over here.

Hey, Henry!

Gotta stop drinking, Pop.

[burps] It takes the pain away, boy.

When you gonna see a doctor, Pop?

Ain't got no money.

- Where'd you get that, boy?

- Stole it.

You stole it?

- Ain't no big deal.

- Well...

just don't get caught.

Your mama gonna tan you alive.

I'm done taking beatings from Mama.

One more beating and I might

just have to kill her someday.

Well... just don't get caught.

Jail ain't no fun, boy.

Better than we get around here.

Clean clothes, food.

You got that right.

- She inside?

- Yep.

She in there with your uncle Bernie.

Henry. Don't you go killing

your mama just yet, you hear?

She might be as angry as a drunk pirate,

but... I ain't too good on my own.

- [Bernie] Look at you, honey.

- Bernie!

- Look at you!

- I ain't no horse!

- You look like a little filly to me!

- Hey, stop--

- [knocking]

- [Bernie] Oh, Jesus.

What do you want, boy?

Can't you see Uncle Bernie and I is having

ourselves a little conversation here?

[Bernie scoffs]

Get the hell outta here, Bernie.

Oh, Jesus.

Oof.

I'm gonna send that Wade from the feed

shop over in Millersville on Sunday morning.

Don't you be sending him

on Sunday. That's God's day.

Bernie, I ain't gonna be

whoring for you on God's day.

You be respecting the Lord, or I ain't

gonna be pulling no more tricks for you.

[chuckles] I'll send him first

thing Monday morning. How's that?

You send him tomorrow,

and then you get me another

man for Monday morning.

Hoo-whee!

Maybe I'll send that dapper banker

man over from the savings and loan

and have him bring his entire

staff march in here for you.

- How'd that be?

- Get the hell outta here, you smartass.

I'll see you, Miss Viola , and,

uh, you, too, Henry. [clicks tongue]

- What you want, boy?

- Got you somethin'.

[laughs] You got me somethin'?

Then what the hell you

waitin' on? Give it to me.

You got me a present, give it to me.

Where you get that?

Don't matter.

I said where'd you get this?

I said it don't matter. It's yours.

Boy, you better be tellin' me.

I was gonna give it to this girl.

But it didn't work out.

Well, good. 'Cause

you don't need no girl.

Whoa! This looks good on me, don't it?

- [gasps] Oh, my goodness.

- Sure, Mama.

Ooh, I am hot somethin' with this!

Anderson! Anderson, come in here

and look at my new diamond ring!

[gasps] I got myself a diamond ring!

Ooh!

[glass breaking]

Hey, boy!

What's your name, son?

Bernie, sir.

- Bernie what?

- Bernie Bottomly.

That ain't your name.

I know Bernie Bottomly.

- Where's your ID?

- Ain't got no ID.

Empty your pockets.

I said empty your pockets,

or I'm gonna do it for you!

- Where'd you get all that stuff?

- Just got it.

Just got it?

You got about five seconds

to explain to me how a scrappy

little junkyard dog like you

gets drugs,

jewelry, and a knife.

- I'm taking you in.

- For what?

About time I got something on you.

- You can't prove nothin '!

- Miller!

Grab that stuff up.

We're taking this punk in.

All right, you boys pick up the pace.

This is no six-inch pipe.

This is a twelve-inch pipe.

Hey, step it up.

Lucas! Keep digging.

Come on, now.

You best keep digging,

or else I'm gonna hit you upside

the head with this here shovel.

You best not be planning

what I think you're planning.

Why? What you gonna do about it?

Now, here. Break these chains with me.

I ain't getting involved

in none of that.

You two shut up. Back to work.

Don't need no trouble around

here, all right? Come on.

Lucas, get back to work. Shut up.

Yeah, shut the f*** up, man.

Best not say anything, ya hear, big boy?

Else I might have to kill you.

You won't make it one mile.

- [grunts]

- Ah!

Told you not to say another word!

- Catch you later, boys!

- [whistle blowing]

- [dogs barking]

- [gunshots]

Good riddance.

That boy ain't nothin' but trouble.

[gunshots]

[Reporter #1] So I understand

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