Eve's Bayou Page #4

Folks around here say

you read the future.

Julian:
My wife

left me a year ago.

I've been to many cities,

searching for her.

I have no place

to return to anymore.

I'm exhausted.

I cannot continue and yet...

I cannot stop until I know.

Where is my wife?

Now, darling

I think I really

love you...

- Daddy, it's late.

- What are you doing up?

Waiting for you.

What do you think I'm doing up?

(heavy sigh)

What's your pleasure

this evening, Doctor?

Scotch and water,

bartender.

Where's your mama?

Everybody's asleep, Daddy.

Mom was nervous.

So grand-mre gave her a tablet.

That woman's got

every pill in the world.

Speaking of the infirm...

guess I better

check on Tommy.

Maybe I'll take him out

for a late-night stroll.

Or should I say, roll.

I think you're drunk.

Mmm...

I've delivered

babies drunker...

conceived babies

much drunker.

Daddy!

Did I ever tell you

about the night we made Poe?

No.

I got in a fight with

some knucklehead over at Kings

and came to under

the pool table.

Now, Roz was sore at me

about something,

so she hadn't spoken to me

in about a week.

I thought, " Damn...

the woman finds out

I've been drinking and fighting,

she'll leave me."

Anyway, they take me home,

and she sees me

all messed up,

and she starts weeping,

and kissing me,

and kissing me,

and weeping,

and nine months later...

Poe.

Do you still love her?

Sweetheart...

let me tell you something.

When I met your mom...

men fought each other for

the privilege of speaking her name.

She was so pretty, it was

painful just to look at her.

And she could dance

almost as good as you.

But not quite.

No, not quite.

But holding Roz

was like holding

your favorite feather pillow.

The one you just

can't sleep without.

- And now?

- Well...

you know how it is

with feather pillows.

Over the years, they get

lumpy and deflated.

You have to fluff them up

all the time to keep them...

comme un pelochon.

- Daddy!

- (both laugh)

- Hey, Daddy.

- Hey, pumpkin head.

Look who's up.

Do you know what time it is?

It's time for

you girls to be in bed.

- No, Daddy.

- Yes.

Your mama would kill me

if she found out I had you up.

I'll just finish my drink,

check on Tommy,

then I'm headed to bed myself.

Night, night owls.

Night, Daddy.

(hammering)

I want a Sunday...

Kind of love

A love to last

Past Saturday night

And I'd like to know

It's more than

love at first sight

I want a Sunday kind of love

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday...

Kind of love.

Eve? Where's Cisely?

Officer, I'm afraid

she might be hit by something.

Being like it is today,

there's bound to be accidents.

Mama, please!

Cisely! Oh God!

Oh thank God.

Thank God.

Why did you

run off like that?

You almost gave your mama

a heart attack!

Where the hell

did you go?!

I went to visit Daddy.

Then I went

to the beauty parlor.

You what?

I walked all the way

to Daddy's office,

and then I caught

the bus to Opal's.

I had to cross

the train tracks to get home.

And I'm alive, Mama.

I didn't get hit

by anything.

Roz:
Come here, Cisely.

When I was your age,

I was just like you.

I thought I knew everything.

Now, even the things

I'm most familiar with

seem mysterious to me.

But I know I love you.

And it's my job

to protect you as best I can.

If you disobey my orders,

or leave this house again, I swear

I'll lock you in your room.

Yes, Ma'am.

Go back to bed.

I'm waiting up

for your father tonight.

I don't want you

waiting up for him anymore.

But, Mama...

I'll say it one more time, Cisely.

I know you love your daddy.

And your daddy loves you.

I don't want you

waiting up for him anymore.

Cisely!

Did you hear me?

Yes, Ma'am.

But you don't understand him.

And you'll drive him

away from us!

I'll never forgive you.

If you drive him away...

(loud arguing)

Roz:
I am sick...

You get yourself straight,

or you're out of here!

Mozelle:

Isn't it beautiful?

Julian:

You're beautiful.

Mozelle...

it's time for me to go.

I have to find my wife.

Mr. Grayraven, I told you

she's not coming back.

I have to find my wife

so that I can...

divorce her...

and marry you.

Oh, Julian...

it's enough that

you're here with me.

You have made me

so happy.

But you can't

possibly marry me.

I can't let that happen.

- Is it that you don't love me?

- No!

No, it's not that. It's...

bear with me.

I'm cursed.

I can't have children.

I'm barren.

You're not barren.

You're wounded...

here.

And it's here that

I'll plant seeds.

(distant honking,

tires screeching)

- (car crashing)

- (woman screaming)

We're free!

And tonight, we'll barbecue outside

- and have a picnic!

- I'm going outside!

C'est pas juste de fter quand

I'enfant de quelqu'un est mort.

These children have been

in the house for weeks!

Go get Cisely. She hasn't

come down all morning.

I think she's still

mad at me.

Cisely!

It is not right to celebrate

when somebody's child is dead.

Well, whose child

was it anyway?

Dickey's boy.

Wake up, we're free!

We can go outside now.

Cisely!

Cisely:
Go away.

Cisely!

Some other kid got hit.

We're free!

- Go away!

- Ow!

Oooh...

so that's what's

wrong with you.

Look, you think just 'cause

you got blood in your pants

you don't have

to act civilized no more?

Shut up!

Cisely's got her period.

I'm gonna tell Daddy.

(Cisely screams)

No!

Mama!

Cisely's trying to kill me.

Cisely's trying to kill me.

Help!

Mama!

- She's trying to kill me!

- Julian:
Come on.

What happened?

I don't know what happened.

It's like she went crazy.

We thought she was having a seizure.

We were so scared.

Is it my fault, you think?

'Cause I hit her.

No, Roz. It's not your fault.

Let me look at her.

Louis.

She started her period.

- Did you know that?

- No.

Roz:

She didn't even tell me.

Go away, Daddy.

I don't want you here.

I just want to take your pulse

and your temperature, baby.

- Doctor stuff.

- No!

I don't want you

looking at me.

Okay.

I know a nice lady doctor

we can take you to.

Would you like that?

(humming "Amazing Grace")

Excuse me?

How much for this pineapple?

I said, how much

for this pineapple?

25.

You want it?

That's too much.

Man:

Hey! Arr tez-la!

Bad girl.

Mchante fille!

Bad girl.

Eve:
I'm going to beat you,

'cause you are a chicken!

She blames me for

not making you happy.

She thinks I'm driving you away.

She's a child, Roz.

Just give her time.

How much time, Louis?

It's already been two weeks.

She won't eat, she won't speak.

It's like she's sleepwalking.

Louis:
This...

psychologist fellow

seems to think

you need kind of a...

vacation from us.

It's just a suggestion.

We'd never send you away

unless you wanted to go.

Listen...

whatever it is, we can

work it out together.

Everything's going to be

fine again. I promise.

I want to go.

What?

What did you say, baby?

I said I want to go.

It's all settled.

I talked to grand-mother...

and she just can't

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