Edmond Page #6

Is it impossible?

Yes. Yes!

I don't know

what's impossible.

- Nothing's impossible.

- Oh!

Nothing is impossible, not to God.

Is that what you're saying?

- Yes.

- Then you're full of sh*t!

You understand that?

If nothing is

impossible to God,

then let Him let me

walk out of here!

And be free!

Let Him cause a new day,

in a perfect land,

full of life and air,

where people are

kind to each other!

And there's work to do!

Where we grow up

in love and in security;

We're wanted.

Let Him do that.

Go on.

Let him do that, you a**hole,

if nothing is

impossible to God.

I think that must be easy.

Not "Let me fly,"

or "If there is a God, make him to make

the sun come out at night."

Go on. Please.

Please!

Please!

I'm begging you!

I'm begging you!

If you're so smart,

let him do that!

Please! Please!

I'm begging you!

Are you sorry that

you killed that girl?

- Edmond?

- Yes.

Are you sorry that

you killed that girl?

I'm sorry

about everything.

But are you sorry

that you killed?

Yes.

Yes, I am.

Yes.

Why did you kill

that girl?

I... don't...

I...

I don't...

I don't think...

I don't...

I...

I don't...

"Dear Mrs. Brown.

You don't remember me.

Perhaps you do.

Do you remember Eddie Burke,

who lived on Euclid?

Maybe you do.

I took Debbie

to the prom.

I know that she never

found me attractive,

and I think perhaps

she was coerced

in some way

to go with me,

though I can't think

in what way.

It also strikes me

as I write

that maybe she went

of her own free will,

and I found it important

to think that she went unwillingly.

I don't think, however,

this is true.

She was a lovely girl,

and I'm sure if you remember me,

you will recall how taken

I was with her then."

You have a visitor.

You have a visitor.

Please tell him

I'm ill.

You can't control what

you make of your life.

Now, that's

for damn sure.

There's a destiny

that shapes our ends.

- Mm-hmm.

- Rough-hew them how we may.

However the motherfuck

we may.

- And that's the truth.

- You know that is the truth.

And people say it's hereditary

or it's environment,

but I think

it's somethin' else.

- What do you think it is?

- I think it's something beyond that.

- Mm-hmm.

- Beyond these things that we can know.

I think maybe in dreams

we see what it is.

- What do you think?

- I don't know.

I don't think

we can know.

- I think if we knew it, we'd be dead.

- We'd be God.

We would be God.

That is absolutely right.

- Or-or some genius.

- No.

I don't think even genius

can know what it is.

No, some great genius.

Or some philosopher.

I don't think even genius

can see what we are.

- You don't think that...

- I think that we can't perceive it.

Well, something's goin' on,

I'll tell you that.

And somewhere, some poor sucker

knows what's happenin'.

- Do you think?

- Sh*t, yeah.

Some whacked-out

sucker somewhere...

in the Ozarks.

Sh*t, yes.

Some guy.

Some inbred sucker walks

around all day, just...

- You think?

- Yeah.

Well, maybe not

him, but...

somewhere, some guy.

Some f*** locked up

has got time for reflection.

Mmm.

Or some f***in'... I don't know...

some kid who's just been born.

Some kid that's

just been born.

And you know he's got no

preconceptions. All he's...

- Yes, absolutely right.

- Huh?

Yes. Maybe it's memory.

That's what I'm sayin'.

Now, just maybe...

It could be,

or some knowledge.

- Some intuition.

- Yes!

I don't even mean intuition.

Something... something...

- Or maybe some animal.

- Why not?

See now, that's the whole

time when they say,

"We'll just wait

for the men from space."

- Maybe they're already here.

- Maybe they are.

Maybe they're animals

that were left here.

- Yes. Eons ago.

- Long ago.

And have been

bred here.

Or maybe we're

the animals.

Maybe we are.

You know how they...

they are

- supreme on their...

- Yes.

- On their native world.

- But when you put them here...

- We call them dogs.

- Uh-huh.

Or animals.

And we scorn them.

- Yes.

- We scorn them in our fear.

- But don't you think...

- It very well could be.

- But on their native world...

- Uh-huh.

...they are supreme.

- I think that's very...

And what we have done

is to disgrace ourselves.

We have.

Because we did not

treat them with respect.

- Maybe we were the animals.

- That's what I'm saying.

Maybe they're here

to watch over us.

Maybe that's

why they're here.

Or to observe us.

Maybe we're here

to be punished.

You think

there's a hell?

I don't know.

I don't know.

You think we're there?

I don't know, man.

Think we go somewhere

when we die?

I don't know, man.

I like to think so.

- I do too.

- I sure do like to think so.

Perhaps it's heaven.

I don't know, man.

I don't know either.

But perhaps it is.

I would like

to think so.

I would too.

- Good night.

- Good night.

D Lord d

d My Lord d

- d Oh my Lord d

- d My Lord d

d Oh my Lord d

- d My Lord d

- d Oh my Lord d

d Oh my Lord d

- d Oh my Lord d

- d Oh my Lord, Oh my Lord d

d Oh my Lord

is coming d

d Oh my Lord

is coming home d

d Oh my Lord,

I'm coming d

d Oh my Lord,

I'm coming home d

- d Oh my Lord is coming d

- d Oh, He sure is d

d Oh my Lord,

He called me home d

d I said he's coming home d

d Oh my Lord,

I'm coming d

d Oh my Lord,

I'm coming home d

- d Oh my Lord d

- d My Lord d

d Oh my Lord d

d I is coming home. D

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