Drifter: Henry Lee Lucas Page #6
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- Year:
- 2009
- 91 min
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I'm personally gonna see to that.
the Texas Rangers, Mr. Farino.
Whatever's gonna happen
is gonna go that way.
No sense in fightin' now.
Know what I mean?
I can't blame you,
Henry. They're fallin' for it.
Ain't they?
You need to leave now, Mr. Farino.
You are interfering
with police business.
Fallin' for it.
Morning, Henry.
Morning, boys. Morning.
Officer Dollinger, Officer Miner,
I do appreciate you boys,
uh, taking me for a ride
and getting my cigarettes this morning.
You're welcome, Henry.
I guess it's the least we could do
with you being so
cooperative and all, Henry.
Well, thank you. I really love
spending time with you two.
You're kind men.
[Reporter #5] Well, how old was she?
[Henry] Well, don't know
Becky's an old soul.
I mean, she don't seem
like she was 12 or 14.
Henry?
Baby, we're home!
Yo, I said we're home, damn it!
[gasping] Henry?
[Henry] Yo, Becky!
Dang, come on. We're home.
Where you boys been?
- I know where we been.
-[Ottis] None of your f***in' business.
Hey, don't be talking to
my girlfriend that way.
Who you talkin' to, Henry?
She my niece.
I'll talk to her any damn way I please.
Give her some respect now!
There!
- [Ottis] Respect?
- Yeah.
What you talkin'
about? She's 14 years old, fool.
- Hey!
- You lay off him!
That's my blood you just hit!
Now what the f*** you hittin' me for?
I'm trying to save your
honor, and you're slapping me?
- What you laughin' at?
- [Ottis laughing]
And that's for messin' with my Henry!
What are you laughing at?
I ain't laughin' at you.
Damn, girl, you make a
funny face when you get mad.
[tuning radio]
You look just like your mama.
[shouting]
- I'm trying to hear something
- What?
[radio newscaster] ...Tehran has been
invaded and occupied by Iranian soldiers.
Those Iranians, they kidnapped our boys!
...members of the
so-called Muslim Student...
[Becky] What's an Iranian?
I don't know.
What is an Iranian?
An Iranian is a person from Iran.
- Mexico?
-...has supported the takeover
and issued a statement on local radio...
Nah, girl.
China.
- [Ottis laughs]
- Those Iranians...
kidnapped our boys!
powerful country in the world!
Now, Jimmy Carter's gonna
get our boys back. You'll see.
Those camel jockeys!
All right, sweetie pie.
I'm sure that man Jimmy
will take care of everything.
You don't worry about nothin'.
- I'm okay.
- Becky'll take real good care of you.
Fine.
Why don't y'all go make some babies?
And I'm gonna take care of me.
[Becky, Henry laughing]
You can't see nothin'
outta that glass, can you?
Ain't nothin' there to see with.
That's so strange.
Is that strange to you?
No. I'm used to it.
You see, you see in three dimensions,
but I only see in two.
So what does that mean?
It means that you can sense how
far things are better than I can.
It's called "depth perception."
[Becky giggles] How'd you
get to be so smart, Henry Lee?
[Henry] Oh, I don't know.
I just like to be aware of things.
[Becky] You gonna show
me the world someday?
[Henry]
Oh, damn, I'm gonna--
I'm gonna show you everything.
I'm gonna take you
down to Venice, Italy.
It's beautiful.
They have no cars.
No cars?
- Mm-mm. - How
they get around?
Got boats.
Boats? Nah, I get seasick.
No, no, wait. They're
not like open-water boats.
These boats are called "gondolas,"
and there's a guy on 'em
that takes you on the boat,
and he sings to you.
That's romantic.
[giggles] That don't
sound very romantic to me.
Have some strange man singing at you
while you're trying to get somewhere?
No, it ain't nothin' like that.
No, it's the most
beautiful city in the world.
It's built on water, you
know, and it's sinking.
Yeah.
You're cute when you daydream.
Why you like me so much, Henry Lee?
'Cause you're a wide-eyed cutie pie.
- And you're refreshin'.
- [giggles]
Yeah.
Venice, France, here we come!
Oh, it's Italy.
Huh?
Oh, nothin'.
- Hey, Henry?
- Yep?
Do you think Ottis
will mind that we left him?
No, he needed some time for himself.
I don't think Ottis
likes being on his own.
Well, he will now, won't he?
Henry?
Y'all didn't tell me
you're goin' nowhere.
Well, ya--
ya left me?
Y'all got up...
and left me?
You know I can't read!
[mutters] Henry!
Okay, Henry. [chuckles]
[Reporter #6] So where did you
and Becky go once you left Ottis?
[Henry] Well, we ended up in Stoneburg,
in Texas.
At a commune called The House of Prayer.
You're not saying anything.
It's all just lies.
There's nothing left to say.
[Henry] I ain't lyin' this time.
[D.A. Farino] How do I know that?
[Henry] Well, I might have
stretched the truth sometimes,
but I did kill Becky.
-[D.A. Farino] Let's say you did.
- Henry?
Why? Why'd you do that?
'Cause I loved her.
- Henry.
- Yeah.
[giggles] Why, Henry Lee,
you look like you actually
know what you're doing in there.
Well, you know me. I can
pretty much fix anything.
Why don't you come have
a pop with your honey?
In a minute.
I got you a couple.
Figured you was thirsty.
I said in a minute.
Henry, I been thinkin'.
About what?
About my ma and pa. About my family.
- What about 'em?
-Just how much I miss 'em.
I mean, I love my life with you,
but it might be nice to
see 'em again sometime.
I is your family.
Better start forgetting
about 'em, all right?
Well, they're still my blood.
I remember some pretty
good times with 'em.
Oh, yeah? Like when
How 'bout when your mama beat you so
bad you couldn't walk for three weeks?
There ain't no reason
bringin' that up now.
How 'bout when your Uncle Ottis, uh,
stripped you naked and tried to
sell you to the farmer next door?
Is that the kind of family
you're talkin' about?
Maybe they's changed.
Maybe things'll be different
if I come back all grown up.
Goddamn it! Son of a b*tch! All right!
Let's go back to Florida
so you can see what kind of
lowlife family you really have!
Maybe then you're gonna
give me some sorta respect!
- I don't wanna go on account of it bein' like that.
- I'll take you back to Florida!
Now get in!
- I said get in!
- Henry, please, not like that!
Get in the f***in' car!
Do you think I'm gonna
sit back and watch you wonder?
I'm gonna take you back
to your piece-of-sh*t family.
[engine starts]
[tires screeching]
[Henry] Stop cryin'!
[crying] Gonna make me crash!
I told you I hate your cryin'!
Now, stop cryin', I said ! Stop cryin'!
You just get me home! Get
me home to see my family!
You ain't got no family. I's your family.
You don't know how to treat a girl.
You ain't my family till you marry me,
and I ain't gonna marry you no more!
We're goin' to Italy. You're
gonna marry me when you turn 16.
No, I ain't. I ain't
gonna marry you no more!
[wailing]
[wailing, screaming]
Get out. Get out. Come on. Come on!
- Get up! Who's your daddy now, huh?
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