Jayne Mansfield's Car Page #8
he's fixing to die too...
and I just thought, "Well..."
"...that poor devil."
it was like
I wasn't mad no more.
What is that?
Ice tea, hon.
I made some for your grandpa.
He and Sir Kingsley
are going hunting.
Made some hot tea
for Sir Kingsley.
Want a sip of tea? Eh?
Not yet. Not yet.
I'm thirsty.
There was a Civil War battle
fought not far from here,
called the Battle of Ten Mile
Creek.
- Really?
- Yeah.
See, the Yankees
come swooping down
off the high ground,
killed just about all our boys.
You haven't brought
your dogs with you.
No. We don't need any dogs.
- Daddy.
- What, Mickey?
I'm trying to meditate.
That was Alan. He's been
tripping since last night
and this morning put some
in Grandpa's ice tea.
Why would he do that?
'Cause I told him.
I said it'd be a good idea.
F***ing dude.
Actually I've got a very funny
hunting story
about Phillip
when he was a small...
Hold on, hold on.
Hold on.
- Sorry? Beg your pardon?
- Hold on. What's...?
What's happening?
What's happening?
KINGSLEY:
How do you mean?
Yeah.
Everything feels funny.
A little wiggly.
Do you feel a little wiggly?
Jim, are you all right?
Everything's changing...
the ground,
the trees, the sky.
The leaves
like a wave.
And...
I don't have any balance.
I don't have any balance.
Please tell me
that you see
that parade of trees,
the one with waving leaves
up yonder, see?
'Cause I don't know what...
I don't know what's going on
or where I'm at.
Look, look, we've got to get you
back home.
Yeah.
No, no, no, don't.
Whew.
Look, we've got to get you home.
- Let me help you up.
- No, no.
- You can kiss my ass.
- Eh?
You'll have to kill me first.
Yeah? How did you get behind...
behind our lines?
right behind that curtain
over there, you sorry
sack of Hun sh*t.
Drop that weapon!
Jim, have you... have you
gone completely mad?
- JIM:
Yeah.- What?
I'm not a German, Jim.
It's Kingsley.
German Jim Kingsley...
good alias.
Is that how you got back here,
Mr. Alias?
Let me see your orders now.
Your orders.
Who won the 1916 World Series?
I haven't the faintest idea.
Boston Red Sox in six.
Ja, ja!
All right, all right. All right.
- Yeah.
- Jim, calm down. Calm down.
Who do you think you's fooling,
you cabbage head?
Open your mouth.
No, I'm... I'm English.
We fought on the same side.
But it's not the Great War now.
It's 1969.
So please, please,
please put the gun down.
Oh my God.
KINGSLEY:
Heavens.Jim!
Where's Daddy?
Is he back yet?
He's hunting
with the old man Bedford.
What's going on?
Alan put LSD in Daddy's ice tea.
- He f***ing what?
- DONNA:
Where did Alan get LSD?Did he say where he was going?
Yeah, they're out
along Ten Mile Creek.
Okay, come on, come on.
Let's go. Let's go.
- Get your truck.
- Lord have mercy.
Jim!
Daddy!
Hey, Daddy!
Daddy! Hey, Daddy!
- Daddy!
- Daddy!
- Daddy!
- CARROLL:
Hey, Daddy!- Father!
- Daddy!
Y'all, shut up.
It ain't kindergarten.
Daddy!
All right, Carroll,
you go this way.
You go that way.
CARROLL:
Daddy!Donna, you get your ass
over here.
- Beautiful!
- KINGSLEY:
Jim.I never knew it was so
beautiful.
God, it's so beautiful.
We really have to return
to the truck.
PHILLIP:
Father!Phillip!
- I found him!
- JIMBO:
Looky here.Hey! Come on!
Come on, Kingsley.
JIM:
Get your skinnylittle ass in here!
- Thank God. Are you all right?
- Yes, yes, I'm all right.
Poor Jim has completely
lost his mind.
JIM:
Uh-oh, here comes the police.
What are y'all looking at?
PHILLIP:
What on earthhappened?
KINGSLEY:
for the last hour and a half.
JIM:
Come on in.I love it. I love it.
JIMBO:
You got a 70-some-oddyear old man out there!
He could have hurt himself!
ALAN:
I didn't knowhe was gonna be going hunting.
JIMBO:
Son, he's out thererunning around the woods
with a gun!
He could have killed
that goddamn Englishman!
ALAN:
Yeah, but he didn't, Dad.It's okay. God.
JIMBO:
Boy, it ain't aboutwhat he didn't do!
It's about
what it could have been!
KINGSLEY:
Oh, well.JIMBO:
What the hellhas gotten into you?
I raised you
better than this, boy.
Did you think of me?
Did you think of your mama?
What do you think
your mama's gonna think of this?
How is he?
ALAN:
Exactly what I was thinking.
- About the same.
- ...you had to live with you.
According to Carroll,
it could take a long time
for the drug to wear off.
ALAN:
You don't ever careabout nobody but what you want.
JIMBO:
Son, I'm gonnatell you right now,
to my father!
I'm glad you're safe though,
Father.
to my father!
JIMBO:
How the hell could you do that?
Nothing to worry about.
I've been in tighter spots.
JIMBO:
You're disrespecting meright now!
You're gonna be
grounded forever!
- You understand?
- Phillip...
- ALAN:
You can't ground me.- JIMBO:
I sure as sh*t can!- Last night I...
- ALAN:
I'll just run away!I think I said some things
I didn't really mean.
- I didn't either, Father.
- ALAN:
You ain't gonna hit me!ALAN:
You ain't gonna hit me!JIMBO:
You ain't too bigto spank, you understand me?
ALAN:
I'm going awayto Carroll's.
Let's just put it behind us
and go on.
JIMBO:
You get your ass upto that room.
Get your ass up to that...
ALAN:
You can't tell mewhat to do!
- KINGSLEY:
Oh, yes.- JIMBO:
I sure as sh*t can.As long as you're
in this house...
- Go on.
- ...you're mine!
ALAN:
Well, I hate this house!And I f***ing hate you!
JIMBO:
Better don't come outtill I tell you to come out!
My billfold got wet in the
creek.
Take all the stuff out,
spread it all out and dry it.
- Okay?
- Okay.
- See?
- Where is it?
It were in there.
Yeah. Just dry everything...
my license and whatnot...
and that damn letter of yours.
- I don't understand.
- What?
carrying this around.
Why not say
It's not gonna kill you
to talk to your kids, Pops.
You might be surprised
what happens.
What's the matter
with your head?
Huh?
I can't!
I can't breathe!
I can't breathe!
- Daddy, Daddy.
- I can't breathe.
Daddy, it's Jimbo.
I'm right here.
- I can't breathe.
- I'm right here.
Let's get you up.
Come on.
I can't breathe.
I can't breathe.
Skip, don't just stand there.
- It's swelling me up!
- Get over here and help me.
- I can't breathe!
- Let's take him outside.
Come on.
It's pretty to look at,
but it ain't good fire though!
I can't breathe!
Motherf***er!
I can't breathe! Hey!
I can't breathe!
- Come on, Daddy.
- I can't breathe!
- Come on.
- No! I can't! I can't breathe!
- Come on.
- I can't breathe!
Watch that step, Daddy.
- You steady him, Skip.
- What's that?
I'm gonna go make
some more coffee.
All right.
Did you need me
to hold you up, Daddy?
Uh, hold yourself up.
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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