Fried Green Tomatoes Page #6

We wanted to have

a little get-together...

and make sure we see

eye to eye on some things.

You hear me now?

Let's let him go, boys.

We've had enough fun

for one night.

Turn him loose.

Come on.

No, you're gonna

get in trouble.

Well, now,

that's more like it.

Seems I don't recognize

any of you boys.

Y'all ain't from Whistle Stop,

are you?

This ought to do it.

I want to thank you,

Miss Idgie.

Forget it. You'd have

done the same for me.

Try to get some sleep.

Who the hell

were those a**holes?

They's just some old boys from Georgia

come over here to put a scare in you.

Well, it worked.

One of'em was here

the other day for something,

seen you sellin' food

to coloreds.

They decided to come back,

shake you up a bit.

I told 'em we don't need anybody

from Georgia comin' over here...

tellin' us what

we can or cannot do.

They won't be back. I

guaran-gol-damn-tee you that.

One other thing,

little Miss Smarty-pants,

I do not wear a size 14 shoe...

and I don't

much care for parades,

bedsheets or otherwise.

Hey. What's the matter?

It was Frank.

He saw the baby.

You sure it was him?

Yes, I'm sure.

So that's why those

Kluxers were here.

Let me take him.

Don't worry. I mean, if he's

dumb enough to come back here,

Grady and the Alabama boys

will take care of him.

If they don't,

I'll think of somethin'.

Don't take

any chances.

Promise me you won't do

anythin' crazy, no matter what.

Me?

Not me.

I'm gonna

put him down.

Hey, little Buddy.

That was the last

anyone saw of Frank Bennett...

until the night

of the town follies.

Ruth was away at one of the

Reverend Scroggins' many revivals.

One thing a woman

expects when she gets married...

is sympathy.

Haven't you got that

since you married me?

I sure have...

from the whole town.

Hey there! You got to come quick.

Well, the show

has hardly begun.

You got to come quick now.

You hear me?

Run, get help! Run,

quick! Where's the baby?

Never mind.

Excuse me, sir. I don't believe

you should be goin' anywhere...

with Ruth's baby.

Thank you.

Hi there. What can I do for you boys?

Idgie.

Grady.

This here is Sheriff

Curtis Smoote. Hi there.

He's over here from Georgia.

He's lookin' for a fella. Oh.

You recognize him?

No.

That's my husband, but I

haven't seen him in months.

I heard he got run over

by a Brinks armored truck.

What's he done?

Nothin' that we know of. We're tryin'

to find out what's been did to him.

He told his hired man he was

comin' to see his wife and baby,

but he ain't never

showed up back home.

Hell, I told him

if he showed up in this town,

we'd all have known.

Looks a little sissified

to me.

From what I hear,

most you boys in Georgia...

are a little light

on your feet.

That's the way

I heard it.

Could I interest you

in some pie?

No, ma'am, but that

barbecue sure smells good.

Best damn barbecue

in the state of Alabama.

Here you go.

That's your 4th one today.

I swear you're about

to eat up all my barbecue.

Sit down.

You ain't foolin' me,

girlie girl.

I know who you are.

I heard from Bennett's hired hand

that you threatened to kill Frank.

He ain't showed up

dead yet.

But if he does, you in a whole

mess of trouble. You understand?

What we talkin'about

is murder here.

Runnin'a foul of the law

and nobody gets away with that,

not even a bunch

of Alabama smart alecks.

If I find so much

as a hair of his head,

I'll arrest you faster

than you can slap a tick,

'cause I'm the law,

and you can't beat the law.

Hey there.

Tell me what he said.

Smoote's? I told you.

He said...

that was the best damn

barbecue he ever had.

That's all?

No.

What else? He said the

pie was pretty good too.

You sure you ain't

never seen this man, boy?

Yes, sir, and I already

told ya, I ain't never seen him.

You'd do anything for

Miss Idgie, wouldn't ya, boy?

Yes, sir.

Would ya kill for her?

Did ya kill for her?

No, sir.

Well, now, maybe one of these

days you'll tell the truth.

Just remember, we hang

lyin' n*ggers in Georgia...

just as fast as

they do in Alabama.

Yes, sir, I remember.

Sorry.

What are ya doin' in

here? No milk in the house.

Where were you?

Takin' care of business,

havin' a good time.

I've been thinkin'

maybe I should move on...

because of Frank

and all.

I just don't want

you to feel like...

you have

to look out for us.

I just...

don't want to be selfish,

that's all.

Maybe if I wasn't here,

you'd settle down.

I'm as settled

as I ever hope to be.

Then... why can't you

tell me where you were?

I had a dream...

the other night.

I dreamt that

Buddy was gone.

I ran to his crib and there

he was, sleepin' like an angel.

You know,

I thanked God...

for lettin' me

still have Buddy.

And I remembered...

havin' the same reaction

after Frank would beat me,

thankin' the Lord for givin' me

the strength to take it.

And I remembered...

thankin' the Lord

for each day my mother lived,

even when she was

spittin' up blood...

and prayin' for me

to kill her.

I looked in my mother's eyes

pleadin'for me to help her...

and all I could do

was pray.

While you were gone,

as I was holdin' Buddy,

I thought if that bastard,

Frank Bennett...

ever tries

to take my child,

I won't pray.

I'll break his neck.

Ruth, you don't have to worry

about Frank Bennett anymore.

How can you say that?

It's his child too.

He won't give up

on his blood.

I'm only gonna

tell you this one time.

Frank Bennett won't

be bothering you no more.

Understand?

You killed him,

didn't you?

No!

You don't believe me.

Right now, I don't know

what to believe.

Believe me when I tell ya

I don't want ya to move out.

If I can help

Somebody

As I go

Finally.

Thanks, I've been

out here all day.

If I can show

Somebody

That they're travelin'

Travelin'wrong

Then my livin'

Hey...

Shall not

shall not be in vain

Excuse me.

I was waiting for that space.

Yeah? Tough! Face it, lady,

we're younger and faster.

Towanda.

Ha-ha-ha-ha!

Yeah!

Whooo!

Towanda!

Yes, ma'am.

Whoooo!

Help, someone! What are

you doing? Are you crazy?

Face it, girls. I'm older,

and I have more insurance.

I never get mad, Mrs.

Threadgoode. Never!

The way I was raised

it was bad manners.

Well, I got mad

and it felt terrific.

I felt like I could beat

the sh*t outta all those punks!

Excuse my language.

Just beat 'em to a pulp!

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