Leaves of Grass Page #7

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ever-lasting rest.

Because Jesus is a,

is a compassionate God.

Brings to mind the story of,

uh, the old man who was

walking down the beach.

He stops and he just,

he's just taking in

the glory of the creation

And suddenly he realizes

there's somebody behind him.

And he turns and he looks

And it's Jesus.

And he says, Lord, Lord...

Are you listening

to this bullshit?

Hey, Momma.

Billy?

Well, you've got

a nice view.

I like watching

the storms come in.

You used to get

so scared of 'em.

Do you still?

I don't think

anything like that

scares me anymore.

If you aren't

scared these days,

you aren't alive.

I'm sure many people

would agree with you.

Coming here

didn't scare you?

N... uh,

maybe a little.

Why?

I didn't

come here to have

that conversation, Daisy.

So one minute

you were there

and then you were gone.

What happened?

No, I, I'm serious.

I'm really, really

not gonna do this.

Why, Billy?

Billy. Why?

All right. Because

we needed a mother

and not another friend

to get f***ed up with.

I couldn't be both?

But you weren't both.

Are you saying

that I didn't raise you?

I don't know what

the f*** you were doing.

Reading every book

you read

every paper

you wrote even when

they were beyond me.

I didn't need you

to tell me I was smart.

I needed guidance.

You never needed anything

Brady did.

You don't have

to tell me about Brady.

Don't you think

I know that every

time he comes here?

All I ever wanted

was a tiny taste

of something resembling

a normal and rational life.

Where everything's a lie?

You know that I actually

went away to school

and took a class

in the culture

of the Sixties

just to try

to understand

the way you lived?

The, the, the choices

that you made, just to,

to try to make sense

out of all that new

freedom and upheaval

and f***ing anarchy?

And you know,

the problem is

you tore everything down

but you were too lazy

to actually build anything

as an alternative.

As usual, you've got it

all figured out.

Am I ever gonna

see you again?

I don't know.

I don't think so.

[Soft music]

I'm sorry.

Yeah. Me, too.

[Soft music continues]

Now calm her down.

Calm her right on down.

He ain't gonna

get here in time.

Wait!

[Soft music continues]

Other day you met

my peaceful side

Now you tell Buddy

the next time I slide

into Broken Bow

if Bolger wants

to shake a snake or if I

want a refreshing potable

I expect a little

more f***in' kindness.

[Screams]

Ah! Ah! Ah!

Ugh!

[Screams continue]

[Screams and soft

music continue]

Jack Rothbaum, known

as Pug to his friends,

was a controversial

figure in Tulsa's small

Jewish community

An enormous

success in the oilfield

equipment business

he gave millions of dollars

to the state of Israel

as well as other Jewish

and statewide causes.

Uh-oh.

(female)

Pug Rothbaum

was a man

of generosity and valor.

Every nickel he made, most

of it went to help others,

Jews, Christians, everyone.

He didn't.

What?

(Rabbi)

Our community

and the city of Tulsa

have lost a great man.

Pug Rothbaum's

name adorns buildings

and signs

all over our city and state,

including various

hospital wings

his his museum

of Indian heritage

and this rest stop

on the Will Rogers Turnpike.

(Brady)

Hey, y'all, we're home.

Hey, sweetie.

What have you done?

What you talking about?

This?

(TV)

Now, one curious

aspect of this case

is that the swastikas

were drawn backwards.

Indicating either haste

or a lack of familiarity

of anti-Semitic emblems.

Or perhaps,

rather more implausibly

that Hindus were involved.

Look, I ain't no Hindu.

The guy

you owed money to?

A Jew up in Tulsa?

Don't point your finger

at me. I've been with

Bolger all day

Oh, come,

uh, hey, Billy.

Hey. All right, calm her

down. I don't wanna upset

Colleen. I mean it.

Tell me

that you didn't do this.

He was gonna kill us

and I had no choice.

Uh! Ah! You... You...

You go to the cops

and explain things.

You go and hide,

you do anything but that.

And, and, what, what

were those swastikas?

The symbols that

the Nazis put on all

their little trinkets.

I'm familiar

with the contextual

history of the swastika.

Why would you want it

to look like a hate crime?

So it don't look

like a drug crime.

Great. Perfect.

Just confirm that we're

the redneck hick state

that everybody

thinks we are.

Don't talk down Oklahoma.

How? How is it possible

that you are so brilliant

and so monumentally

selfishly ignorant

at the same time?

Were you ever

in a situation where

it was you or someone else?

I don't put myself

in those kinds of situations.

Well, that's

the real world,

Billy. I hate to tell ya.

If you had to kill someone

to protect you or your own

you'd do the same thing.

I got a baby coming.

[Suspense music]

I'm leaving tomorrow.

You gonna turn me in?

No. I don't know.

I don't know what

I'm going to do.

Listen, listen.

This guy, he sold

drugs all over this state.

You said he didn't sell.

He sold to the ones

what sold 'em.

All right? Now,

he was comin' here

to force me to expand

into sh*t I don't

even wanna talk about.

They're gonna find you

and you're gonna get killed

or you're gonna go to jail.

And then where are your

wife and kid gonna be?

That's the beauty of it.

Well, I wasn't up there.

I was down here. Remember?

Ah! You a**hole!

Do you have any idea

what you're doing to me?

(Brady)

Son of a b*tch!

Billy?

You are going

to ruin my life!

Ain't nobody gonna know!

Ugh.

[Phone rings]

Oh, answer

the phone.

Colleen'll get it.

Just answer

the f***ing phone.

Hello?

No, it ain't.

It's his brother.

What? Who?

Who is it?

Well, he's

right here. Hang on.

Hello?

Bill. Uh, Nathan Levy.

Nathan! N...

Ugh.

How did you, how

did you get this number?

Don't you f***ing move.

(Levy)

I hope you don't mind.

I, uh, spoke to Maggie

Harmon down at Brown.

(Levy)

Is this a bad time?

It's fine.

Uh, you know what?

Give me one second.

Ooh, ooh, sorry.

Sorry, Nathan,

go ahead.

Well, you didn't hear

this from me, Bill.

But you're about

to be ambushed down there.

By whom?

Something about

a coed and a poem.

And some other behavior

which I would rather

allow you to infer.

What?

You've gotta be kidding.

Nobody would say that.

Apparently there

was a witness, Bill.

Nathan. Na..., Nathan.

Listen to me. That is absurd.

That's why I'm reaching out.

But until whatever

happened blows over

we can't...

I understand.

Everything all right?

No, it isn't.

Now, where can I find

a signal for this?

(Anne)

I wrote a poem

for you in Latin

for when you got back.

It was a send-up of Virgil

in dactylic hexameter.

And it was all about

what would happen if

we were together in mi...

Stop. Inappropriate.

I don't want to hear it.

So I was in the library

and Mark Loeb read it

over my shoulder.

He sight-translated it?

I know. He was really good.

It had like five

hortatory subjunctives.

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