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According to my chart

and according to everything,

you've done extremely well...

- Hey.

- Hey.

It's as if I have this personal,

spiritual connection to what you do.

You know? Ever since I was a child,

I've been drawn

to things from the South.

It's as I recognize something.

It's as if ever painting is

like my child.

My own child.

It's not just a commodity.

These other dealers,

they would just treat you

like a commodity

and they would never understand

your vision and your mission.

I believe, Mr. Wark,

I love your work more

than Mark Lane does.

I'm a collaborator with God.

This life here is

just a saddening well of tears.

I got no great wish to tarry here.

And I'm ready to ascend anytime.

But my job here is

to make the invisible visible.

I want to help you.

I want to give you the opportunity

to do just that. I can.

There. Right there, that's

my Niggerland Uprising series.

Poor old n*gger slaves

arising up against their evil oppressors.

I never could draw a colored face.

I've never known one personally.

I just look in a mirror

and put my own in there.

Or... somebody I like.

There's a surprise in there.

Look at them faces.

George. Hubby.

His face stuck with me

and I put him in a painting.

I want you to tell him that he's helping

me get my message to the world.

You could reach the whole of

Europe with me. Think about that.

Sissy says New York.

Okay, well, if New York is the obstacle

I can absolutely guarantee you that

we would show in New York.

We work with Mimi Steinberg there...

- Jew?

- Love you.

What?

Jewess? That lady?

That wouldn't be what we want'n to do.

Mark Lane is Jewish.

What?

Nothing.

I would be your representative.

Personally.

To the whole world

you would only deal with me.

Whatever you want,

I would get it for you.

A Barker's Fruit Basket.

You get me one of those.

I had one when I was a kid.

I don't know

if they still make them or not.

You get that and the deal is yours.

That's all you want?

You promise to join me

with God's angels in my quest,

you done that.

And you believe in Jesus Christ

as your personal savior.

I believe in you.

I look in your eyes

and I view your soul,

clear as spring water.

I can see that you're good.

And that you strive for righteousness.

So you get me a

big old Barker's Fruit basket

with a lot of navel oranges

in it and the deal's yours.

I make my mark on your paper.

Right here it is.

Where?

There.

Finished.

Thank you.

Didn't no one say

them people were Jews to me.

George is staying.

George, darling,

why don't you leave your cellphone on?

I've been trying to reach you.

I got him back.

And you can't believe,

it's the most bizarre thing,

all he wanted was a fruit basket.

Well, that's good for you.

I know.

Have you heard of a Barker's basket?

Listen, we lost him.

George, what happened?

She didn't want the fetal monitor

and it came fast.

I have to come to the hospital.

You could have.

What?

There's nothing to do.

Will you come get me?

No. I'm going to stay with Ashley.

I guess you should,

you could take a cab.

Bluebird Cab.

I'm going to get back to her now.

You got the acid reflux?

Don't you want some?

OK.

It's funny how you're gone all the time

but you always here when I need you.

Isn't that funny?

Is Madeleine alright?

She's on her way home.

To Chicago?

No, no. Here.

Did she ask about me?

Is she too old to have babies?

Wait a second,

that's none of my business.

You don't have to answer that.

Is she?

No, no, not.

I don't think she is.

We haven't really talked about it.

Oh, you better.

For the relationship to work out.

That's what they say, anyway.

I hate hospitals,

but it really wasn't all that scary...

all the needles and stuff.

It wasn't all that bad.

I'll tell you what

the scariest thing is to me.

The scariest thing to me is Johnny.

It is.

He didn't say nothing.

Not one word.

I don't know what it is.

I think he really did want it, too.

It's a boy.

You know how I know?

'Cause I heard him tell your pa

to paint the cradle brown.

You wouldn't put a baby girl

in a brown cradle.

You just wouldn't.

I don't know what he's thinking.

It's not my fault.

Course not.

And all that time and all that stuff

I got and all those months.

It was just all for nothing!

And those f***ing doctors!

They think that they know everything!

But they don't know anything.

They don't know anything.

I don't understand.

I don't understand

why would God let this happen!

Why would he.

I just wanted something good

to come out of all of this!

I mean it.

I really mean it.

I bet I'm real pretty right now.

Boy, these things

really make you think, huh?

You know what?

I'm craving some nuts.

Well, I am too!

And they won't give me any.

You want me to go see

if I can get you some peanuts?

Would you?

You always know what I need.

All want in the whole world is

for Johnny to love me

like he did in high school.

You held him, didn't you?

He was beautiful. He was perfect.

He was.

He was blue.

You'll come back and see me tomorrow,

won't you?

And can you all stay for the service?

We want to and I have to figure out...

I know.

You got stuff you

got to get back to. I know.

But you'll be there in spirit.

I will.

I know.

I don't understand, but

you make me feel better

about things than anybody else.

And you don't even do anything!

I love you.

I'm so happy that you

and Madeleine are my family.

You too.

Okay.

Bye.

Hey, send her my love. Okay?

Yeah.

Thank you so much.

I'm sorry to get you out of bed.

Oh... well.

I'll call you soon. I'm really happy.

Well.

I'm just so sorry

for your family's loss.

Piece of sh*t.

I'm gonna sell it.

George?

I'm sorry.

We're going home tomorrow.

We are? But I haven't seen Ashley.

I took care of it.

You don't want to tell her

why I didn't go...

There's nothing to do. So we're going.

Darling, what happened?

Don't touch it.

George?

Mayo?

What?

You want mayonnaise on these?

No, I don't...

does George eat mayonnaise?

Lord yes. He could eat it with a spoon!

- You'll tell Ashley that I...

- Sure.

And I promise I'll write.

I got it.

She'll like that.

But don't worry about Ashley.

She's a firecracker.

You looking forward to the drive?

You and George play car games?

You know like name the presidents

and count billboards and such as that.

We used to love that.

Watch out though, he's a cheat.

Where's George?

You need any help?

All done.

You got another one of those?

Don't tell Madeleine.

I guess she's gonna stay around.

I hope so.

I guess she'll find out all my faults,

sooner or later.

Well...

She's got lovely hands.

I'll give her that.

But you don't have a thing wrong

with you George...

not a thing.

You OK?

Oh! Wait a second.

Look what I found.

Hey.

I just remembered

I woke up this morning

and I rolled over

and I saw it lying under there,

but I was half asleep,

so I was just sitting in the kitchen

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