Midnight Bayou Page #6

...it'll stop for good.

Shine the light, Declan,

Shine the light,

Don't you fuss.

Daddy's downstairs.

He's gonna be up to see us soon.

What beautiful eyes you have.

Just like your daddy.

What a party, Mother.

Yes, dear.

And such beautiful hair.

It's the color of the sun...

...right when it sinks into the bayou.

There's Daddy now.

Where are your manners,

Marie Rose?

Say hello to your Uncle Julian.

Everybody misses you

down at the party.

I need to feed the baby.

It's an absence felt most terribly.

We're short one scullery maid

in the kitchen.

I don't want you to be up here

when you've been drinking.

So the Cajuns are giving orders

to the Creoles now?

You're disgusting looking that way

at your brother's wife.

Brother's whore.

When I tell Lucian about this,

he'll send you away.

Well, he'll have to ask

Mama's permission first.

My sainted brother did me a favor...

...by marrying...

...you.

You know, she's already...

...written him out of her will.

You can take your mother's money

and go to hell with it.

He's weak.

Saints usually are.

Underneath all that...

...piety.

He's a man.

More man

than you're ever gonna be.

I always take what's Lucian's.

Ten, nine, eight...

...seven, six...

...five, four...

No! Help me!

...three, two, one!

Happy New Year!

-Happy New Year.

-I hope it's a prosperous year for all.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Make the damn thing stop crying!

-Help! Somebody, please, help me!

-Shut up!

Help me!

Somebody, please, help me!

If you loved me...

...this never would have happened.

This wouldn't have happened.

Julian.

She attacked me with the fire poker.

I was just defending myself.

She is dead, son.

They'll hang me.

-I have to get away.

-No.

They won't hang you, darling.

I will not lose another son to this--

This creature.

Everything's gonna be all right.

As long as you do

exactly as Mama says.

We don't have a lot of time,

so first, go and clear out...

...Abigail's clothing and jewelry

from the bedroom.

Are you listening to me, son?

-Yes, Mama.

-Yes.

-I'm listening.

-All right.

Then you find something

to wrap her in.

You take her down the back stairs

and you dump her in the bayou.

Now, I'll find something

to occupy Lucian downstairs.

But first, I need to--

I need see something

in her handwriting.

It's a list of things the baby needs.

So now you know.

This is the way it always ends.

Send the b*tch back to hell.

-Where's Declan?

-I don't know. I haven't seen him.

-What happened?

-Nothing.

Everything.

Darling, where are you going?

Don't you wanna dance the first waltz

of the century with your mama?

No.

Go ahead.

It's what you always wanted to do.

No.

That's not how

it's gonna end this time.

Don't you love me, brother?

Lena and you?

-What am I doing in here?

-Don't even try.

No. No, no.

No.

I was going up the stairs

and there was this man.

What were you doing

in Declan's house?

I don't know.

For once in your life,

will you not lie to me?

I was stealing, okay?

But from the office,

from the bedroom, not--

And then all I remember...

...are these thoughts in my head.

And a knife in my hand and--

That knife.

Oh, God, did I hurt somebody?

Maybe.

Oh, no. I don't remember anything.

Oh, baby, I'm so scared.

You gotta believe me.

I'm not your baby.

I've never been your baby.

I don't have to be

my mother's daughter.

Julian must have come

right along here...

...with the body over his shoulder.

He loved her...

...in the only sick,

twisted way he knew how to.

So do you wanna give this a try...

...or not?

I've always run away.

I've never trusted anybody.

We could change all that now.

These families that moved back

after the storm...

...what did they have

that Lucian didn't?

Faith.

That it can all be better

the next time around.

Is there any chance...

...that you can have faith this time?

In you I can.

Hey.

Do you know how much I love you,

angel?

I love you as much

as I love your papa.

And that means I love you

more than the whole wide world.

But not as much as I love you.

It might take me a few more lifetimes

to get it right.

And I look forward

to every one of them.

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