Drifter: Henry Lee Lucas Page #4

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you only did ten years

for the murder of your mother.

Well, I... I didn't murder my mother.

It was self-defense.

[Viola] That's it. I should've

known you'd take us to a sh*t bar.

Ain't no alcohol in those drinks.

There was plenty of

alcohol in those drinks.

- Henry? Henry boy?

- Yeah. Yeah.

I want you to come home, Henry.

I want you to come home and take care of me.

Ha! Mama,

Henry ain't gonna go home with you.

He's got a girl. He's gonna marry her.

You ain't marryin' no girl.

You been away from

home too long, anyway.

I ain't goin' back to Virginia, Mama.

You know that.

Why the hell not?

Because I got a warrant

for my arrest, that's why, Mama.

[snickers] There's warrants out

for your arrest all over Michigan.

Henry, you just come home to Mama.

Ain't nobody gonna hurt you.

You can't beat me no more, Mama.

I ain't never beat you

when you didn't deserve it, boy.

Well, since when a six-year-old

boy deserves to be beaten?

Since he's a little piece

of sh*t like you, that's when.

I'm going to sleep. I've had

enough of you two . I ain't--

- I ain't got time for this nonsense.

- Well, go on, then!

I'm goin'!

[Opal] Sh*t...

You had enough to drink tonight, Mama.

It's time to stop.

Boy... I ain't even got started yet!

You're 64 years old, Mama.

You can't drink the juice no more.

I know how the hell old I am, boy!

You don't tell me

when I can and can't drink.

You don't know the

pain I been livin' in!

Who do you think you are to tell

me what I can do with my life, huh?

I'm your mama, and I am telling you

that you ain't marrying

that stupid girl!

- You piece of sh*t!

- Stop, Mama!

You're just a damn stupid piece of sh*t!

She ain't worth nothin' but crap!

Stupid boy! [sobs]

Piece of sh*t.

Ah!

Can't control me no more, Mama.

I said you can't control me no more!

[Viola grunts]

[Reporter #2] The jury decided it

was second-degree murder, right?

[Henry] Well, it don't

matter what a jury thinks.

She was 64, Mr. Lucas.

It don't matter.

She was drunk and had a weapon.

[Reporter #3] So you went to jail.

How'd you do in the

state pen, Mr. Lucas?

[Viola's voice] Don't you be

comin' up against me. You hear me?

You got that?

Boy, your mama's talking

to you. You hear me, boy?

Henry! Henry! [echoes]

[whistling]

[whistles]

Hey, Lucas.

Get up. Chow time. Let's go.

Hey, Lucas!

- Guard!

- [buzzing]

When I say move, I mean move.

Move!

Katherine! Katherine!

Code red! Code red! Let's go! Code red!

[alarm blaring]

Many prisoners try to get

into this hospital, Mr. Lucas.

They think they'll

find better treatment.

In many ways, they're probably right.

Food is more edible, I'm sure, and, uh,

well, the place is cleaner.

[Viola's voice] You can't tell me

when I can and when I can't drink!

Excuse me, Doctor. I

need you to sign this.

Don't nobody tell me when I can't drink!

-And you ain't marryin' no girl!

- Thank you.

As I was saying,

many prisoners cut or otherwise

harm themselves to get in here.

Most do not succeed.

However, your injuries

are quite serious.

Much worse than the usual,

so we'll have to assume...

that your suicide attempt was real...

and proceed with treatment.

You don't know the pain I'm in!

Are you listening to me, Henry?

I'm here to help you.

Henry? I'm here to help you.

- [Henry shouting]

- [Viola voice] Little sh*t!

-You ain't worth a crap.

-Are you listening to me?

I'm here to help you.

[Viola] ...like your daddy!

Henry! Henry! [echoes]

Are you hearing me ? Can you hear me?

Henry.

[Psychiatrist] Don't worry.

I'll take full responsibility.

[Nurse] But we always sedate them.

[heart monitor beeping]

Yes, well, Mr. Lucas

will be an exception.

[Psychiatrist] Let's proceed.

Ready?

Shock.

[groaning]

[labored breathing]

Again.

- Shock.

- [groaning]

One more time.

[moaning]

Ready?

Shock.

[groaning]

Please, no more.

Oh, we must go on, Mr. Lucas.

- In fact, I think we'll do another course of 16 ECTs.

- No more, please.

I'm not seeing the

improvement I was hoping for.

- You're still not... complian

- Please, no more.

I'm going to say that you've

made progress, Mr. Lucas.

A lot of progress.

Medication and the EC s seem to be working.

[slurred] I killed people.

Yes, I know. Your mother.

That's in the past.

Other people.

I don't remember

seeing that in the report.

Gonna kill again.

Again...

and--

That's not my prognosis, Mr. Lucas.

I really don't think you have

murder in you or suicide anymore.

No, you're going back

to the state prison.

where you'll be for

another ten years or so.

Then you'll be paroled.

After that, it's up to you.

I won't be seeing you again.

Motor skills will come back in time.

Good luck, Mr. Lucas.

Honestly, I don't even

remember stabbing her.

I got gashes on the back of my head

and black-and-blue bruises for

all the times she used to beat me.

I mean, it was years of abuse.

[Reporter #1] Is that a

reason to kill someone?

I don't know.

But she pushed all the wrong buttons.

[Reporter #3] So after

prison, what'd you do?

Drifted.

"Drifted"?

Yeah, just moved from place to place.

You know, um, I

couldn't get comfortable.

Until, um...

Until what?

Until I met Ottis and Becky.

[Reporter #2] And just how

did you meet Ottis Toole?

Oh, we met at a--

at a soup kitchen.

Right outside of Jacksonville.

[Henry] Ottis was a strange fella.

- Give me some more.

- Sorry, that's it.

- Give me more food.

- There won't be enough for everybody.

I'm bigger than those guys. Give

me more food. I deserve more food!

- Too bad.

- One bowl, one ladle.

Give me more food! I'm hungry.

Come on. Give me

more food! I'm starvin'!

Is that the best you can do?

Oh, come on.

What are you looking at? Huh?

Go on. Take mine.

I don't need no handouts. [scoffs]

Well, that's what we're

here for. Come on. Take it.

Are you sure about that?

Oh, yeah.

I stole me some food from a

steakhouse across the street.

I'm okay.

Come on. I'll give you

some of mine. Let's go.

[Henry] And, uh, one

time he killed someone.

And he shot him like a

hundred and some times.

It was incredible.

[Reporter #1] You shot people, too.

Ain't that right, Mr. Lucas?

Yes, but, you see, what

got to me is that...

when Ottis started eating people.

I mean, most of the people we'd kill, he

started cutting them up and eating them.

.. [Reporter #3] So you,

Becky, and Ottis were like.

partners in crime,

traveling from state to state.

Yeah, we were like

Bonnie and two Clydes.

I mean, just robbing,

stealing, and burglarizing.

As I was walking through

the castle late one night

I came upon such

a shocking sight

It gave me such

a dreadful fright

My mommy was dancing

with Frankenstein

Ah

I couldn't bear to look anymore

I shut my eyes

and closed the door

But through the

walls I could hear

My mommy dancing

without any fear

Ah

An unlikely thing

began to happen

My head started bobbing

and my feet started tapping

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