Places in the Heart Page #6

Get hold of him for me.

Give me him!

- Grab him! Come on!

- Goddamn n*gger son of a b*tch.

Get him!

Moze.

Keep out of this.

It's none of your business.

You move away from him right now.

Put that away, Mr. Will,

before you hurt somebody.

Goddamn!

Now!

Hold it, Mr. Will. We don't have

any quarrel with you.

Mr. Thompson, why are you

doing this to him?

You got the wrong man.

That ain't Thompson.

That's Mr. Thompson. I've been

selling him brooms for years.

As sure as you're Mr. Shaw.

And that's Mr. Simmons

over there by the barn.

All right, boys, let's go home.

All right, n*gger.

But I ain't through with you yet.

- Want a Coke?

- No.

Would you rather just go on home?

Want to dance with me?

I guess.

You sure?

- Howdy, Wayne. Margaret.

- Hi, Mr. Cheeves.

- Good evening.

- My, don't you two look nice together.

Thank you, ma'am.

Been a long time

since we danced together.

That dress sure looks pretty.

It's new.

The colour. I really like the colour.

What do I have to do

to tell you I'm sorry?

He's out in the shack.

Moze? Moze?

Yes, ma'am.

Ma'am, I'm gonna have to be

moving along.

Won't be long before that bunch comes

back, and I'd best be gone by then.

What am I gonna do without you?

I'd appreciate it if you say goodbye

to Frank and Possum for me.

I'd soon as not have them

see me like this.

I been making on this doll

for Possum.

If you could give it to her,

I'd be most grateful.

And old Frank, he had his eye

on this rabbit foot of mine for a spell...

...so I expect he might as well

have it.

Here.

This is for you.

It's a handkerchief

belonged to my mama.

I thought maybe you could use it.

Well...

...I reckon I got a bit more attached

to this place than I intended to.

Well, Mrs. Spalding...

I'm gonna miss you.

Yes, ma'am.

You took a no-account

piece of land...

...and people that didn't know

what they were doing...

...and you farmed that land

better than anybody could...

...coloured or white.

You brought in the first

bale of cotton this year.

Don't you ever forget that.

Yes, ma'am.

Reckon I did that.

I reckon I did.

This morning we take our text

from First Corinthians...

...the 13th chapter,

verses one through eight.

"Though I speak with the tongues

of men and of angels...

...and have not love...

...I am become as a sounding brass

or a tinkling cymbal.

Though I have the gift of prophecy...

...and all knowledge

and have not love, I am nothing.

And though I bestow all my goods

to feed the poor and have not love...

...it profiteth me nothing.

Love is patient, kind.

Love is not jealous or boastful.

Love never ends."

On the night before his crucifixion...

...our Lord gathered

with his disciples.

He broke the bread and blessed it...

...saying, "Take, eat.

This is my body."

And he took the cup and said:

"Drink. This is my blood

which I shed for thee."

Peace of God.

Peace of God.

Peace of God.

Peace of God.

Peace of God.

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