Sordid Lives Page #10

[ singing:
I'm comin'home

[ singing:
Nevermore to roam

[ singing:
Open wide

[ singing:
Thine arms oflove

[ singing:
Lord, I'm comin'home

[ singing:
Comin'home

[ singing:
Yeah, I'm comin' home ]

[ singing:
Nevermore to roam ]

[ singing:
Open wide thine arms of love ]

[ singing:
Lord ]

[ singing:
I'm comin' ]

[ singing:
Home

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

[ Sobs ]

Hey.

I guess you don't mind if I smoke.

It just wasn't the right time to quit,

with you dyin' and all.

I only lasted three days.

I failed again.

But after five husbands,

what else is new?

[ Sighs ]

It has not been a good day, Sister.

And I am blaming you!

I am! I can't help it!

Now, you know that

I am not one to judge.

And quite frankly,

I was glad that you cut loose...

and had some fun towards the end.

But I wish you had been more careful.

I mean, you turn on a light when you

get up to go to the bathroom!

Especially in a strange motel room.

If you are gonna have affairs,

you have got to be more careful!

[ Breathing Heavily ]

Of course, this is useless information

for you now.

I don't know why the hell

I'm wasting my breath.

[ Sighs ]

""Jesus called, Peggy answered.''

Ohh.

Oh, God.

You look real good.

I loved you, Sister.

[ Weepy ]

I did. I do.

- Sissy.!

- Oh! Good Lord, Latrelle!

Don't you have better sense

than to yell at somebody

when they're talkin' to a corpse?

We got a situation.

Mama's funeral starts in 30 minutes

and LaVonda is in jail.

In jail? What on Earth for?

She and Noleta Nethercott

held up Tiny's Liquor Store

and they're both in jail.

Juanita Bartlett drove the getaway car.

- She's in jail too.

- Oh, my Lord.

Now, I need you to get down there

and bail her out.

Here. Nine-hundred dollars cash.

Had to go to the bank.

Now go on.

Okay.

Aah! Wait! Come back!

[ Huffs ]

Hurry!

- You gotta help me get off this stole.

- Ohh.

[ Radio ]

[ singing:
Get off the cross

[ singing:
Honey, we need the wood

[ singing:
[ Continues ]

[ Gruff]

Peggy!

Peggy!

One, two, three.

- [ Grunts ]

- I got it! I got it!

Good. Good job.

Now go get LaVonda.

Oh! Wait!

Take the stole, throw it

in the trunk of your car. Go! Hurry!

I'm hurrying!

- ] Get off the cross

- Peggy!

Ohh. Hey, G.W. How are you?

Peggy!

Quit that screaming

right now, G.W.

-I'm gonna burn up my legs!

-Show some respect, for crying out loud!

- Burn the son of a b*tches up!

- Quit using such vulgar language

in the church house.

- You're the only woman I ever loved.

- You are drunk. I want you out.

- [ Crying ] Peggy. Peggy.

- Now, go on.

I have no use for you, you understand?

- Who the hell are you?

- I'm Latrelle.

- Wha--

- Peggy's good girl.

Oh, the tight-ass. Well, I'm gonna

burn 'em up like firewood.

- And don't you tell me

I'm not, 'cause I am.

- Well!

I'm gonna douse them

with lighter fluid...

and light 'em up

in front of God and Peggy...

so she can witness it

and see how sorry I am.

She can't witness anything, G.W.,

'cause she's dead.

I know she's dead.

It's all on account of

these sorry-ass legs of mine.

Sissy!

[ Exhales Deeply ]

Baby...

I'm gonna do it for you, Peg.

Right now. You'll see.

- No! No!

- Yes.! Yes.!

- No! No! No, no, no!

- Oh, yes!

- Oh, yeah.

- The day has been hard enough.

- These damn childproof lighters. Damn!

- Now, go on! Git!

Go on! Get Noleta now!

Okay. I'll git. But first I wanna

say something to Peggy, okay?

I wanna say my farewell...

to the only woman I ever loved.

Okay. Well, you just go on now.

Make it quick, and I mean it.

[ Sobbing ]

Peggy, Peggy, Peggy...

Peggy, Peggy, Peggy, Peggy.

Peggy, Peggy, Peggy.

I can't think of nothing else to say.

It's probably for the best.

Now, go on. Now, git.!

- Can I have my lighter fluid back?

- No!

Now, you have a family to support, G.W.

Think of your family.

You need your legs.

Now, go get Noleta out of jail. Go on!

Life is one big ol' pile of sh*t,

Latrelle!

Well, he's right about that.

Ooh! I could just... kill you, Mama--

if you weren't already dead.

What got into you, Mama?

Why on Earth would you run around

with the likes of Bitsy Mae Harling?

A convict!

- And G.W. Nethercott...

- [ Tires Squealing ]

who just tried to set fire to

his wooden legs in the church house...

to make amends for killing you.

That is not a smart man, Mama.

You taught us

not to cavort with trash like that.

How could you leave me

in a quandary like this?

Mama?

- Ty!

- I made it.

- Oh, Ty. You did!

- I made it after all.

Oh, honey, thank you.

[ Gasps ]

Oh. Let me look at you.

- Are you okay?

- Okay?

Okay? No, Ty, I am not okay.

I have had a horrible, horrible day.

But you're here now.

Things are lookin' up.

Mama, I'm gay.

You don't know

what I've had to deal with...

while you daddy's been off

building houses for poor white trash...

with Jimmy and Rosalynn Carter.

Your Aunt LaVonda?

Held up a liquor store and is in jail.

- Oh, aren't these flowers pretty?

- Did you hear me? I'm gay.

And I got the bail money to Sissy.

Nine hundred dollars,

which I better get back.

And we were able to pry

that god-awful mink stole

off your grandmother...

that your Aunt LaVonda insisted

that she wear in the heat of summer.

Mama! I'm gay.

I know you're gay!

I've known you're gay

since you were five years old...

and you wanted that doll Suzy Q

for Christmas...

instead of the dump truck

your Daddy wanted to buy you.

I know you're gay, Ty.

I've always known.

But could we please

just bury your grandmother

and get on with life? Could we?

Because I think

I'm gonna explode any minute...

if any more sh*t hits the fan today!

I've had 27 therapists

and you knew...

since I was five.

Did you just say ""sh*t''?

I did.

I did. And I said ""damn'' today too.

And ""hell'' and ""b*tch'' and ""dookie''.

And you know what?

I feel like saying more.

Damn. Hell. B*tch. Sh*t. Dookie!

- Damn! Hell! B*tch!

- Okay. Mama, calm down.

- Sh*t! Titty!

- Mama!

[ Exhales Deeply ]

Thank you.

For what?

I don't know. Sewing those Slim labels

on my Husky jeans.

Oh, Lord. I forgot all about that.

- I didn't.

- Slim.

[ Laughing ]

You were fatter than Baby Huey.

[ Laughing ]

I know!

Ohh! You think...

we fooled anyone with that?

No.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Sighs ]

Ah. It feels good to laugh.

- [ Sighs ] Yes. It does.

- I haven't laughed all day.

Me either.

Why'd you change those labels, Mama?

All I ever wanted for you

was for you to be happy.

I couldn't make you happy.

And I blame Dr. McCright.

- Dr. McCright? For what?

- For you being gay.

When I was pregnant with you, he gave me

this drug that had estrogen in it...

to keep me from miscarrying again.

I am positive that's what caused this.

Mama, I don't think that

that's what caused this.

And I'm getting happy now,

and I want you to know that.

Well, I'm glad someone is.

Well, uh, Nan Nan looks good.

Now.

Oh, Lord.

What she did to Brother Boy.

She would roll over in her grave...

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