Holy Matrimony

[Carnival]

[People Laughing, | Chattering]

[Roller Coaster Going By, | People Screaming]

[Barker] | Come on, step on up.

Two bucks a ball, three for five. | You might get lucky.

See something you haven't seen before. | Watch our Marilyn twirl.

[Man] | Come on, reach in.

[Barker] Give 'em a thrill, boys. | Give 'em a thrill.

When the weather's hot like this, | I keep my panties in the refrigerator.

[Men Howling]

- [Bell Ringing] | - [Barker] We have a winner.!

[Men Whistling, Howling]

[Barker] Come on, fella. | How 'bout you? Two bucks a ball.

That worth two bucks a ball? | Look at that skin up there.

Pretty fine, folks. You oughta | get in here, get some of this.

I am gonna be someone. | And this is step number one.

Yeah? | Step one to what?

I'm gonna go where | all the lights stay on.

Where all those little flashbulbs go off | like they do for Madonna and Cher.

My mama sat alone | in the dark.

Not me. Uh-uh.

You know... | Marilyn wasn't always Marilyn.

She had to do stuff | to get to be Marilyn.

And it wasn't always | stuff she liked.

She did it anyhow.

[Exhales]

Eye on the ball.

Keep your eye | on the ball.

[Knocking]

Sorry, Mr. Greeson. | Is my check ready?

What's the matter? | You been cryin'?

Ah, forget it.

You think just because | I'm the boss, I got no ears.

Come on. | Sit down here. Talk to me.

It's just... | [Sighs]

I don't want | anyone to hear.

Well, we can | go in my office.

Come on. | [Jangles Keys]

[Locks Safe Door]

Come on.

[Sighs]

[Exhales]

So, what is it, Havana? | You can tell me.

It's... Peter.

He said he really loved me...

and he started screwing | the cotton candy girl.

- [Crying] | - Oh, there, there, there.

There, there, there, now.

- [Crying Continues] | - Havana, honey.

- You'll be fine. Now just | have a good cry, yes. | - [Crying Continues]

Oh, that's right.

- That's right. Yeah. | - He broke my heart.

[Havana Mock Crying]

[Mr. Greeson] You'll be fine. | Don't worry about a thing.

[Mock Crying Continues]

Honey, that farm hand is | beneath a beautiful woman like you.

What you need is a man | mature enough to appreciate...

- what a lady like you has to offer. | - I do?

Sure.

Hey, get your hands | off of my woman.!

Come on. Let's go. | Let's go. It's right here. I got it all.

[Radio Broadcast] | A Metro girl got a new lease on life...

thanks to surgery | at the hospital for sick children.

Tracy Hooper was given the liver | of an nine-year-old accident victim | in a four hour operation.

Hooper is in critical but stable condition, ; | normal after such an operation.

The forecast:
; mostly sunny | skies today with brisk winds.

Expected high near 52 degrees. | Clear tonight with a low...

Wake up, wake up!

- We gotta pack. Pack! | - What?

Come on. We gotta go, now. | Move it.

Jesus Christ! | We're screwed!

"PeterJakobson is being sought | for state fair robbery"! Some brilliant...

- I didn't see any goddamned camera. | Move! Let's pack. | - Where are we going?

[People Singing | In Hutterite German]

[Man] | "Now, therefore...

"if you will obey My voice and needs, | and keep My covenant...

"then you shall be | a peculiar treasure unto Me...

"above all people.

For all the earth is mine."

[Rock 'N'Roll]

I never know where | I'm going to

Kinda takin'it | day by day

Day by day

Day by day

Day by day | Day by day

I'm not hanging out | at some wacko commune...

like a '60s leftover | waiting to get brainwashed.

No phones, no TV, no newspapers; | nobody will find us.

And it's not a commune. | It's, it's a colony.

A religious colony. | One of 300.

Well, rethink it, Peter. | The answer is no.

I don't wear tie-dye. | I don't do chants.

- I don't do the singing nuns. | - Okay, you got a better idea | where we could hide out?

Yeah. Pull over, | give me my half of the money.

I'll go to Hollywood where | nobody knows me for sure. Pull over!

No. I don't feel safe with you | out there loose. I don't trust you!

Don't want you around

Thinks you should be free

Thinks you drive me insane

I'm on my way

Never know where | I'm going

Just kinda takin'it | day by day

Day by day

Day by day

Day by day

Day by day...

[Radio Stops]

- This place looks like | a goddamned penal colony. | - Hey, stop swearin'.

It's not allowed here.

Okay, | now you wait here.

Wait! Hey!

- I'm thirsty! | - You'll wait.

[Teacher Talking | In Hutterite German]

- [Peter] Ezekiel Jakobson.! | - Yes?

Is anybody looking | for an older brother in there?

Peter! | I told you he'd come back.

- Peter! | - [Laughing]

- You're back! | - Yes, of course I'm back.

- I prayed that you'd return | and you're finally back. | - Yes, of course.

- And they won't pick on me anymore. | - Who? Who won't?

- The kids are still. But they won't anymore. | - Those kids picking on you?

- Yeah, but they won't anymore, | because you're here. | - That's right.

- You're with me. | - Yeah, it's just me and you. Huh? Me and you.

- That's right. You and me. | - Mother! Mother!

He's back! | Peter's back!

- Not a kiss from my own mother? | - Peter. It is really you?

Oh, Peter.

Not one word for almost three years, now | you stand before me as if you never left.

Mother, my body has returned | but my heart never left.

[Sighs] | Oh, welcome home, my child.

You must go | talk with elders.

[Man] What have you learned | in the outside world, Peter?

Of myself, Uncle.

What is that?

I've witnessed firsthand | the torrents of the soul.

I have felt the devil's tongue.

This is my home... Uncle.

I belong here.

I read from Proverbs: 22, 6.

"Train up a child in the way | he should go. And when he is old...

he will not depart from it."

Welcome home, Peter. | Welcome.

Thank you. Thank you. | It's good to be back.

Peter.

Did you leave something in | the car like me for instance?

Hmm? Hi.

Uh... excuse me.

Uh, yes, um... | [Clears Throat]

Excuse me. | Excuse me.

Ow!

Are you nuts?

I'm trying to help us here and you're | a hair away from blowing the deal.

- Put some clothes on. | - I have clothes on. | You wanna see me get naked?

Do you? | What I need is a drink.

You want a drink? | Okay, look. See there. That's a faucet.

Knock yourself out.

[Radio]

[Continues]

Peter... | who is that woman?

She's my, uh...

Uh, she's, uh... my wife.

What? Your wife?

Uh, um... | She's to be my wife.

You know, | we do not like to judge...

as our Lord, Jesus Christ | judged no one.

But that woman...

- hmph... | - [Continues]

Does not appear | to be of our sort.

Ja, ja, I agree.

And that is why | she's been sent to me...

to be a test of my, | of my patience...

and my generosity.

[Exhales] | She wants to learn our way.

And God has asked me... | to show her.

- Boo! | - [Dog Barking]

[Sighs] | No.

This is not happening!

That is Zeke's way. | When he gets nervous, he passes out.

Nothing to be concerned about. | Just give him a nudge.

- Wake up! | - [Dog Barking]

Well, my name's Havana. | And you're?

Oh, I get it, | you have no name.

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