Lolly-Madonna XXX Page #2

Got tired of waiting.

Coffee's hot.

Don't leave a mess.

Zack, ain't you going

to give her a little kiss?

'Ought to keep in practice,

a big buck like you.'

Maybe I don't need it

as much as you do.

Sure, that's probably true.

You being so pure and all.

You better believe it, honey.

[door screeching]

[crickets chirping]

[rattling]

[dog barking]

[growling on TV]

Hey, Sister E,

none of that hair snort

this time, I'm telling you.

Well, I can't do it right

without curly dew, Zeb

and that's all there is to it.

- Now, hold still.

- Why don't you do mom instead?

It's your turn.

Besides, I've to practice

on baby fine hair.

Jesus.

- Oh, hell, daddy, they haven...

- Oh, shut up. Shut up!

Well, they got somebody

up there or not?

- Yes, they have somebody.

- Who is it?

How the hell should I know?

Is that hot?

(Zeb)

'Hey, maybe they kidnapped somebody.'

They got Ludie's postcard.

Hell, they probably fell for it.

They think

they got Lolly Madonna.

That was really brilliant,

Ludie.

Now, son, exactly,

what did you see up there?

Like Villum said,

skinny and crew cut.

See, what did I tell you, daddy.

- What did I tell you...

- Was she pretty?

Well, she ain't

no two ton dog like you.

(Elspeth) 'Don't you talk

to her like that, Ludie.'

(Ludie) 'Well, what the hell

does she think we're running'

'around here a beauty contest?'

What the hell

is the son of a b*tch up to?

(Zeb) 'Well, we just go

seek the law, daddy, like'

'like they deserve.'

Now, what kind of law

are you talking about?

No deputy in this county gonna

step a foot Feather's land.

I want to think.

(Ludie)

'You think all you like, Pap.'

But you ain't gettin' me

to go back up there.

- No way.

- Now, you look here, son.

No. You look here.

Now, how come you make

all the decisions

and I end up taking

all the risk?

Because this time

it's a question of principles.

Well, with me it's a question

of scruples. I got scruples.

What kind of scruple?

Bad.

You know

how it is with scruples, Pap.

Hell, you probably

got as many scruples as I do.

Well, yes, scruples but..

I don't think this here falls

under the category of scruples.

It leans more

from your basic scruple

to your basic principles.

And my basic principle

is that you and me and..

And all the rest of us..

Ought to do somethin'

to help that girl.

You know

what my basic scruple is?

What?

Not to get my ass shot off

for your basic principle.

- 'Hey, Ludie.'

- 'What?'

Why don't we just go up there

and explain to 'em

that postcard thing's a trick?

Mister, we just busted up

the man's still.

You're the one

that busted up his still.

Ain't afraid

to go talk him, Pap.

(Ludie)

'I wouldn't do that if I was you.'

I'd just bash

Thrush's head in.

All I got is this

yellow thread or brown.

Which you want?

Oh, come on now, Chickie.

I want her out of here.

You take her out to the barn.

Honey, I don't care

where you take her.

Just so she's out of here.

Come on now, Chickie.

It's nothing.

Bring that light

over closer.

Right, there will do.

Thanks, honey.

Look, I don't want any stitches.

Okay?

You gonna take her out of here.

Best get on with it.

Hold on to him.

Keep his head still.

[groans]

Come on.

Ah! Ah!

'Hold his head still.'

[sniffles]

Give me the bandage.

Hey, Thrush.

- You were crying real tears.

- Yeah, I know.

Just look at there.

Shut up.

Well, just look at him.

Don't hit me, Thrush.

I didn't do nothing.

Keep out of my goddamn face,

alright?

I'm going to put

this bandage on here.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

That in there..

That didn't mean nothin'.

I guess we both got hurt places.

Old man's right up there

where you can see it.

Old Chickie, she pulled out

that needle and thread

and zup, zup, zup.

She got me fixed right up.

Well, you've got somethin'

nobody can see.

I cry real tears too.

[instrumental music]

(Thrush)

'I know you do.'

(Finch) 'I wasn't makin'

fun of you in there.'

'That really

must have hurt bad.'

No. That didn't hurt.

Chickie just fixed it right up.

[metal clanking]

[water sloshing]

Hey, you comin'?

Come on!

Ah, that feels great.

Whoo!

Ah!

Ain't you ever seen

a guy without a shirt on before?

Come on.

Come on, get your head in here.

[indistinct chatter]

- You made her cry, did you?

- Probably.

She's in there.

There's something for you

to eat in there.

So how's Thrush?

He'll be alright.

I wonder why Ludie

never told me about her.

He's a Gutshall, man.

Guess he doesn't

tell you everything.

That alright?

'Well, there's this apple tree.'

Come on I'll pick you some.

Come on.

[instrumental music]

Can I ask you something, Skylar?

What?

These people

you call the Gutshall

why do you all hate each other?

Oh, it ain't hate exactly.

What is it then?

It's kinda hard to explain.

I guess what

it boils down to is..

A piece of land between

us and the Gutshall.

Then whose is it?

It was ours..

Till Pap Gutshall pulled

some fancy business

over back taxes.

Went up for auction, he got it.

Nobody else in town bid on it.

They knew

it was daddy's by right.

Guess land don't mean

much to you.

All of this land used to belong

to my daddy's people.

Hundred years before Gutshall

even showed up.

What's all this

got to do with me?

Didn't Ludie tell you

nothing about us?

I'm not Lolly Madonna.

I never said you was.

Why can't you let me go then?

I can't.

Zack said nothing

gonna happen to you.

[instrumental music]

(male announcer) Ladies and gentleman,

we're proud to announce that we have

appearing here for the first,

the one and the only time

that well known and loved

musical personality

straight from Memphis,

Tennessee.

Ladies and gentlemen,

let's have a nice big welcome

for Hawk Hudson.

[audience cheering]

Thank you, thank you.

Thank you very much.

Well, Mr. Hudson...

Just..

Just call me Hawk.

[laughter]

What you think

about that, folks?

Great performer.

Just one of the greats

of all time.

[audience cheering]

Well, Hawk,

it's a real pleasure.

Oh, thank you.

Mighty glad to be here..

Always knew

I'll make it here one day.

Well, Hawk, you've

certainly come a long way.

Now, what're you gonna

play for us?

Well, uh..

I figured I'd open up the

concert with a couple of numbers

from my best sellin'

Hollywood album.

Titled

"Hawk Hudson's Hollywood Hits".

It just came out.

[audience cheering]

Boys.

And a one, and a two, three..

[jaw harp music]

[pigs grunting]

You ain't so hot either.

[squealing]

No offence, no offence.

That's some kind of sloppy thing

those hogs.

Jesus, Thrush, who done that?

Get rid of that stuff.

Sure, Thrush.

[birds chirping]

(Hawk)

Yo-hoo!

Thrushita.

Is that you I see?

[both laughing]

What a naughty boy

you are to laugh at Hawky.

Bam bam bam-ba-bam

At least my face doesn't look

like a Mack Truck ran over it.

I never..

I've never seen such a sorry..

[laughing]

Yeah, well,

you don't help, you know.

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