Eve's Bayou Page #5

wait to see you.

If you leave me

alone with them,

I'll die.

I'll die, Cisely.

What's wrong with you?

Why won't you tell me?

Is it me?

Is it something I did?

Why won't you talk to me?

Of course

it's not you, rabbit.

You're my only friend.

Then...

what is it?

Tell me. I promise

I won't tell anybody.

Do you remember the storm?

The day you cut your hair

and Mama hit you?

Did you hear Mama

and Daddy fight that night?

Yeah.

Part of it was about me...

and how he let me

visit him that day.

The other thing

they were fighting about...

was Matty Mereaux.

Mama knows about

Daddy and Matty?

Everybody knows.

She's been hanging around

his office in front of everyone.

You believe me now about

what happened at the party?

I believed you then.

Anyway...

I waited until I heard

Mama go upstairs.

I went downstairs.

I was afraid of

what she might have said.

I was afraid he would divorce us.

I wanted to make him

feel better.

I sat on his lap...

and I was scared.

I was trying to get away

and he was hugging me

and kissing me,

until I finally pushed him

away with my knee.

I must have hurt him

because...

he's never hit me.

Louis:
Sorry...

Then I ran.

I'll kill him, Cisely.

I swear!

I'll kill him

for hurting you.

Bye bye, baby.

Roz:
I'll be gone a week or so.

I want to get her settled in.

Bye, Poe.

Louis:
I'll just drop them off.

I'll be back before dinner.

- Maybe he ran into traffic.

- It's Sunday.

He'll be back,

and so will Cisely.

I know she will.

Life is filled with goodbyes.

A million goodbyes.

And it hurts every time.

Sometimes, I feel like

I've lost so much,

I have to find

new things to lose.

All I know is, there must be

a divine point to it all,

and it's just over my head.

When we die,

it will all come clear,

and we'll say,

"So that was

the damn point."

And sometimes I think there's no

point at all, and that's the point.

All I know is most people's lives

are a great disappointment to them.

And no one leaves this earth

without feeling terrible pain.

And if there is no divine

explanation at the end of it all,

well, that's sad.

How do you kill someone

with voodoo?

(Mozelle chuckles)

I almost forgot you was there.

I mean, do you just wish

real hard they were dead?

Or do you have to do

something special?

I suppose you put

some of their hair on a doll

and stick pins in it

or something. I don't know.

What makes you ask

a thing like that?

Nothing.

You must have been

thinking something

right before you were

thinking that.

What led you

to that particular thought?

I don't know.

Is there someone around here

that you're angry with?

Someone that you want dead?

- I'm going inside.

- You better tell me

what's on your mind.

You have five seconds.

Give me your hands.

Give them to me.

Go on and keep secrets

if you want to.

I won't squeeze it

out of you.

But you can't kill with voodoo.

That's ridiculous.

Hey, Red. Didn't mean

to startle you.

- Hi, Mr. Mereaux.

- Hi.

- How's your family?

- Everybody's fine.

- How's Matty?

- Same as always.

Salty and sweet.

- What are you looking for?

- H umm...

- apples.

- Apples?

You know, you just

walked right past them.

Oh, thanks.

Lord have mercy.

- Mr. Mereaux?

- Yes, Eve.

You're still teaching?

Sure, darling. Down at Xavier,

in New Orleans.

Been there for years.

- That's a long drive.

- Yeah.

Sometimes if the weather's bad,

I just stay on campus.

But usually,

I try to get home,

so Matty don't get

too lonely.

Matty don't seem

like the lonely type.

No...

I guess not.

You must get home real late.

Well, when you get home.

Sometimes.

So does my daddy.

Every night.

My mama gets real lonely.

But then, she is

the lonely type.

Not like Daddy and Matty.

Well...

bye.

Excuse me.

Mchante petite fille.

I remember you,

pineapple thief.

Hi.

I've been looking for you.

Only people who look for me

got a good reason.

- I got a good reason.

- You got money?

- $20.

- 20...

let me see.

Give me.

You stole that money

from your daddy?

- Why you think I stole it?

- You didn't get it laying bricks.

Come. Follow me.

Eve:
Where are we going?

My office.

Are you related

to Mozelle Batiste?

I'm her niece.

- And she's the one you want dead.

- No, someone else.

Mmm... too bad.

Tant pis.

Why you want this person dead?

- Pour quoi faire?

- Raison prive.

Did this person...

harm you?

Others in my family.

I will give you something

to protect you and your family.

I want him dead!

For certain?

You are sure?

Yes, Ma'am.

People have a way of dying

at their own speed.

But I will see

what I can do.

I will need some hair...

from the head of this person.

I brought you some

from a comb.

I hope it's enough, though.

Well... eh bien...

woman, don't be

too weak.

You come back Thursday night,

and we'll see.

We'll see.

Get the hell off my property

before I cook you and eat you!

Is that you, pineapple thief?

Come.

I thought you was one

of those town kids

who was bothering me.

Is he dead yet?

How could he be dead?

- You didn't give me the doll.

- What doll?

I didn't say nothing to you

about no doll.

The voodoo doll.

I didn't make you

no voodoo doll.

I made you a wax coffin.

I put his hair inside

the mouth of a snake,

and buried it

in the graveyard.

- He should be dead by now.

- I thought I had to do something,

like stick pins in it or...

You did something!

You brought me his hair.

- And you paid me $20.

- But...

I wanted it.

I wanted to have it.

I need it!

Oh God.

Where...

- where did you bury it?

- Down there.

Where all them Batistes

are buried.

But I don't think

you'll find it.

You said

you wanted him dead.

You said you was certain.

(woman laughs hysterically)

(loud music plays)

Daddy!

Oh Daddy, I'm so happy

to see you.

What are you doing over here

at this time of night?

What's wrong?

Is it grand-mre?

H umm...

Daddy, let's go home.

Please, I want you

to come home with me.

Of course, baby.

You walked all the way over here?

- What's wrong?

- Man:
You've been busted, Doc.

The last one's on me.

Go outside while I say

good night to Miss Mereaux.

Hurry up.

Oh, hey, Mr. Mereaux.

Hey, baby.

Hey, just in time to have

a last one with us.

- I don't think so, Louis.

- What's wrong? You crazy?

- You f***ing my wife?

- Don't be ridiculous.

- You're f***ing her?

- You're drunk.

You like her?

She's very beautiful.

You f***ing her?

Matty and I are old friends.

You know that

as well as anyone.

I trusted you, Louis.

And you've been

f***ing Matty.

I loved you, Louis.

I love you, Lenny.

Come on, Daddy,

let's go home.

That's right. You're drunk.

Let me take you home.

Listen...

you so much as speak

to my wife again...

and I will kill you.

Do you understand?

Bartender:

Take it outside.

Let's get the hell

out of here.

You go home sleep off

that whiskey, old man.

You'll apologize

to me tomorrow.

You speak to her again,

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