Let Me Make You a Martyr Page #2

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I'm a listen to

what you got to say.

But if it don't benefit me,

I'll cut that cunny

out your crotch

and snail mail it

back to your daddy.

Get the f*** in the trailer.

(Tense music)

I didn't wanna do it.

It was Larry.

He wants you dead.

(Breathes heavily)

Look at me.

I loved you, man.

[ Man talking on radio ]

[Drew] Morning, father.

Mr. glass.

It's nice to hear

your voice again.

How have you been keeping up?

You know.

Just tryin' to

make you look good.

Seems like I caught you all

in the middle of somethin'.

Just preparing for

this evening's mass.

Come in, sit down.

I'll stand, thanks.

You can see time has been

generous to you, father Francis.

You've aged well.

Preparing for mass, huh?

Yeah, I remember how

that whole shindig goes.

[Priest] Yes, it's

quite a delicate task.

Well, you think

after, what's it been?

40 years of doing this.

It would become like second

nature to you bead mumblers.

Is there something

we can do for you, boy?

Francis.

Drew, I'm sorry, he's

in quite a mood today.

Now is there something

you came here to say

or can I get back to work?

Okay, I'll tell you

what you can do for me.

You can grab that bank roll

and that dope you got

under the tabernacle,

so I can get up out your hair.

Let you get back to your gospel.

Drew.

Larry hasn't given us

donations for a long time.

All these accusations and

innuendos you're making.

I can assure you are

inaccurate and unappreciated.

You tell me one

more lie, father.

And I will mount

you on that crucifix

and let you bleed out your ass.

Now we both know you're

no f***ing martyr,

so, do yourself a favor

and I can remind you of how

gentle you were with me.

[Father Lawrence] Show

the boy to it, Jack.

[Hondo] Go ahead now.

What you got to say?

Somethin' got f***ed up, okay?

And nobody's holdin', so,

I know better than

to come down here

if it isn't worth your while.

So, I got over a thousand and

I just need enough to

get me through, like,

just the next few days

til we get back up.

See,

I was right.

I knew you was itchin'.

Well, you know I got it.

Got plenty of it.

But your money

ain't no good here.

Take a look out that window.

You seen my people's.

Every one of those

sad fucks outside,

more loyal to me then

they are to their spouse

or their preacher.

Because this sh*t right here

(tense music)

Got a grip on 'em tighter

than a c*nt or crucifix.

What can I do?

Just f***ing tell me.

What can you do?

Why

don't you try that again

all sexy like for me?

What

can I do?

Hmm.

My dick didn't even

hiccup at that.

But, don't trip, birdie.

I wouldn't let you

smoke this pole anyhow.

You ain't my type.

And, like I said,

I don't fall for

any breed of beef.

I tell you what, though.

You got balls comin' out here.

And for that, I'll

deal with you.

But I don't want your money.

Come with me.

(Door creaks open)

(Tense music)

(Engine roaring)

(Screetching tires)

Come on.

(Door opens)

(Door slams)

Just come sit here

for a minute, alright?

I need to talk to grace.

[Grace] What's goin' on?

Who's the little one?

Just come in here.

(Door creaks shut)

Is that the girl?

Where the hell did you find her?

Hondo had her.

Hondo, Darla's ex?

What the hell were

you doing with him?

Someone knocked off all our sh*t

that came in this mornin'.

I've been so f***in'

sick, so I went,

I went down there.

He was gonna bury me if I

didn't take her with me.

Can you watch her

for a couple of hours

while I figure out what

I'm gonna do with her?

Sure.

Okay.

[Grace] Are you

gonna be alright?

Yeah, it just shook me up.

He had her,

he had her tied up

in a f***ing shed.

It must've been, like,

100 degrees in there.

Lord knows what he's

been doin' to her.

Blow.

I'm sorry.

Take care of your business.

I'll get her fed, okay.

She's safe here,

mama, so, don't worry.

Just go out take care

of what you gotta do.

Hungry?

Hmm?

Got some fish sticks

I can heat up for you,

how's that sound?

What's your name, sweetheart?

Roonie.

Roonie?

I've never met anyone

with that name before.

You're adorable, you know that.

Hey, you got the money for lam?

[Grace] Yeah, it's

in the bedside table.

Hey, listen, I gotta go

do some big girl things.

But I'll be back in

a few hours, okay?

Listen, nothing's

gonna happen to you.

Okay?

You're safe here.

And grace can take really

good care of you, okay?

When I come back, maybe

we'll go get some ice cream.

That sound good?

I'll see you soon.

I don't care who

comes to the door,

don't let anyone inside.

[Grace] I got you,

are you gonna be okay?

Yeah, I just gotta figure out

what in the hell I'm

gonna do with her.

Be careful.

[June] Alright,

I'll see you soon.

("Bangs" by brick + mortar)

(Opens door)

("Conga" by Gloria Estefan)

You got yourself a little boat.

You do?

I like that catfish.

Yeah, well, who don't

like fresh catfish?

Oh, you're a bottom feeder, huh?

(Laughs)

That's my world, your's too.

[Charon] Yes, sir.

Gotta like 'em.

I like beans, man.

I like beans,

catfish, Cole slaw.

Jesus, I love cookin' beans.

Put a little a that

soul sauce on there too?

Oh, here she is.

Come on, sugar.

How you feel today?

This is daddy's little dove.

Never a day or a dollar short.

Look at you, a

well oiled machine.

There's efficiency, ain't

that right baby, huh?

How old are you, sweetheart?

Goddamn you look good.

Hey, I see those gears grindin'.

She ain't like the others.

It's my Clydesdale.

Breeder.

My Seabiscuit.

I raised her myself.

What was that, the usual?

Mm-hmm.

(Knocks on door)

Good girl, huh,

what do you want?

Mister, sir, uh,

(shuts door)

The phone is for you.

[Larry] Take a message

Perros.

Perro, she's crying man.

Who?

The woman.

Who?

The woman she's crazy.

Jesus.

I can't understand her.

Christ!

Go on, what the

hell I pay you for?

I'll be right back.

Huh?

Goddamn you got

a nice lookin' ass.

What are you gonna do with that?

I don't know.

What do you want me to do?

Are you a freak?

I can tell a freak any time.

A mile long.

(Door opens)

(Door closes)

Where'd you come from?

Just made the pick up

and then I came over.

Anything unusual?

No, what do you mean?

I gotta go, Ronny.

I'll back to you

on them licenses.

And, uh,

and you.

If anything, like an emergency

happens while I'm gone.

You'll call me, right?

Mm-hmm.

I'll see ya.

(Door opens and closes)

Well, now daddy's gone.

Why don't you bring

that on around here

and let me toss it up and

play with it a little bit.

(Engine roars)

Forgive me, son, but

I asked about the girl.

Now all of this is fascinating.

We need to get to where

you come into play.

What is it that

you're after, exactly?

(Intense music)

(Door slams)

(Knocks on door)

(Door opens)

(Bluesy music)

[Man] This here's a wildflower.

It ain't nothin'

special but I mean,

I think it's gonna be big.

Hey.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

What 'chu want mister?

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