Eve's Bayou
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- 1997
- 109 min
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Woman:
Memory isa selection of images,
some elusive,
others printed indelibly
on the brain.
The summer I killed my father,
I was 10 years old.
My brother Poe
was nine,
and my sister Cisely
had just turned 14.
The town we lived in
was named after a slave.
It's said that when
General Jean Paul Batiste
was stricken with cholera,
his life was saved by the medicine
In return for his life,
he freed her and gave her
this piece of land by the bayou.
Perhaps in gratitude,
she bore him 16 children.
We are the descendants of
Eve and Jean Paul Batiste.
I was named for her.
(Cajun music playing)
He'd better grab it now
while it still fits in his hands.
From what I hear,
it ain't just him giving it.
Do tell.
Don't let nothing fall out,
or I might have to catch you.
Don't hurt yourself
with that thing.
Harry...
why do you always do that
when we're drunk?
Put down the camera,
darling.
My baby Mozelle thinks
pictures make her look fat.
Put down the damn camera.
Harry. Here's
your favorite niece.
Oh, there she goes.
Hold on, sweetness.
Hey, Red.
What you got for me, baby?
A kiss and a chocolate...
for a price.
Well...
what do I get for this?
Two kisses and all
the chocolates you can eat.
That's my baby.
Here you go, sweetie.
- Thank you.
- Eve?
Where did you get those
delicious-looking chocolates?
You told me
to help serve, Mama.
This tastes kind of good.
Crunchy.
Well, don't just stand here
and let Harry eat them all.
Mama:
There's my baby boy.
Are you having
a good time, honey?
Chocolates, Poe?
They're beans.
Chocolate-covered beans.
Eve Batiste!
"Tybalt, Mercutio,
the prince expressly hath forbidden
bandying in Verona streets."
Really, make yourselves useful.
Help me with the champagne.
- Vive les Batiste!
Merde!
Oh, you in trouble now.
Look at Daddy.
You must be so proud.
Your son is the best colored
doctor in all of Louisiana.
Every goddamn woman
in the parish
thinks Louis's
the Second Coming.
I used to be able
to keep up with you.
You're just out of practice,
that's all.
Come on, baby doll,
let's show them how to dance.
Hey, can't
my daughter dance?
Louis:
Elle sait danser, eh?
Hey, Red. Red?
Do you want to dance?
No, thanks.
(squeaking)
- Woman:
I can't see a thing.- Louis:
Just hold on to my hand.(moans and kisses)
(clinking)
(Eve sobs)
Come here.
Shh...
Breathe, come on.
Breathe deeply.
Deep breaths.
Deep breaths.
That's right.
- That's right.
- (Eve sobs)
Sorry.
I was asleep.
It's okay, baby.
You scared us too.
You remember
Mrs. Mereaux?
Almost gave me
a heart attack.
Sorry I scared you,
Mrs. Mereaux.
Matty, would you mind going
inside and fixing me a drink
while I talk to my daughter?
Of course not.
Good night, Eve.
Good night, Mrs. Mereaux.
Would you like
to go outside?
- Hey, Willie.
- Bonsoir, Louis.
Daddy loves you so much.
I know.
I know you know.
Do you love Mama?
Your mama...
is the most beautiful...
perfect woman
I ever met.
Your mama's a lady.
And I'll always love her.
Always. Understand?
Daddy?
Yes, baby.
How come you never
dance with me?
How can you say your daddy
never dances with you?
When we're alone and stuff.
But not at parties.
You always dance with Cisely.
Tell you what.
From now on...
we'll dance at every party.
All right?
(Louis chuckles)
Mama:
There you are.
I was looking for you two.
Eve...
it is past midnight.
Your cohorts are
already in pajamas.
I was talking to Daddy.
Well, I guess
that's legal.
Hey, you.
Are you sober?
Yes, Ma'am.
Just barely.
Did you have fun tonight?
I bet you did.
Go say good night to Uncle Tommy
before I put him down.
- I have to?
- Yes, Ma'am.
Then, straight to bed. And don't
forget to say your prayers.
Never cheat
the man upstairs.
Good night, Mama.
Good night, Daddy.
Good night, baby.
Night night.
What's wrong with her?
Oh, she'll be all right.
- And what about you?
- What about me?
You sober?
Barely.
- You're coming in?
- In a minute.
Hey, Uncle Tommy,
I came to say good night.
Hi.
Hi.
Oui, une grande party.
Cocktails...
you didn't miss anything.
It was boring.
Boring...
Yeah...
well, good night.
Boring...
Hey.
Where were you?
- I looked all over.
- (Eve sniffles)
I was outside with Daddy. Then
I said good night to the croaker.
Before that.
I was in the carriage house.
You was in there a long time.
(Eve sobs)
I fell asleep.
What's wrong, rabbit?
What's the matter?
What?
- What is it?
- Nothing.
Hey, don't tell me
it's nothing. What's wrong?
I saw Daddy.
I was asleep
and I woke up...
and Daddy...
- What?
- Daddy and Mrs. Mereaux.
What about Daddy
and Mrs. Mereaux?
I saw them kissing.
Don't be stupid.
Daddy wouldn't touch that cow.
It's true, I saw them.
He had his hands on her.
It's true.
He was all up against her,
and her dress was...
- That's a lie!
- I saw them!
He was all up against her
and her dress was up
- and they were rubbing.
- Shh!
Stop it.
Just stop it.
I'm going to tell you
what happened.
- What?
- I can't see a thing.
Just hold on to my hand.
Cisely:
They came in to getsome more wine...
and Daddy told her a joke.
And she fell
against him laughing.
- And they woke you up.
- (glass clinking)
You sure?
I'm certain.
What would Daddy want
with Matty Mereaux?
Mama's the most beautiful
woman in the world.
Go to bed.
It's late.
You scared me.
Louis:
God damn it,Harry, wait.
Harry:
I'm leaving, I'm driving,I'm taking my damn wife...
- No, no, no.
- Mozelle.
You'll either let
Mozelle drive...
or you'll stay here tonight,
or I'll whip your ass.
Sh*t, get your hands off me.
I may be drunk,
but I'll whip your butt.
- Come on!
- Stop it, a**holes!
Now, what is your monkey ass
gonna do, huh?
Just because you're a doctor,
you think you know everything?
- You don't know everything.
- God damn it, Harry!
Cisely:
Daddy, Uncle Harry.
Stop it. It's late.
You want to raise the dead?
Go back to bed. You're not dressed
and it's bedtime.
Not till Daddy
comes in.
Toi, t'es un vrai
cochon parfois.
F*** you, doc,
I'm sick of your sh*t.
- Come here. Come on!
- Give me the damn keys!
Now get into the goddamn car
before I kill you.
(Louis laughs)
Mozelle:
Dis bonsoir, Harry.
- Good night.
- Good night, slugger.
Bonsoir, Mozelle.
- Nighty, Mozelle.
- Nighty, Mozelle. Night, Harry.
Good night, y'all.
Be good.
Good night, Red.
Good night, Cisely.
- F*** you, Doc.
- Shut the hell up.
What do I get for this?
Woman:
I don't know whythe Lord sees fit...
Good night, Red.
(phone rings in the distance)
Mama:
Mozelle, are you...Oh, my God.
Louis, Louis, wake up!
Red:
God bless Uncle Harry...
May God bless
Uncle Maynard...
and Uncle Anderson.
(knock on door)
(whispering)
Aunt Mozelle, wake up.
What for?
You got clients coming.
Harry's voice:
Mozelle.
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