Stone Page #3

You know? Like, I don't know. Like she

didn't want to talk or something.

Why-why-why you talkin' to her?

Hey, Tommy, Tommy, we don't bite.

Huh-uh, no biting, okay?

Do you understand what I'm sayin'?

I need you to do this for me right now.

Right now. Don't let it slide.

Lucetta:

Okay, I will.

Stone:

Okay? Call him tonight.

Call him tomorrow.

Call him tomorrow night.

Call him the day after.

Call him the day after tomorrow night.

That's what I'm getting at is do you

believe what you did was wrong?

What-what d'you think,

because I grew up westside

that like I'm one of

these socio-delinquent types,

don't know the difference

between right and wrong?

You want me to tell you

about my bad childhood and sh*t?

I don't know. Did you have one?

Well, you know, at the time,

I thought a lot of sh*t was normal.

It was definitely unhealthy,

but on the same token,

you know, I didn't think

I was a bad person to begin with.

So, you know, I mean,

what, you want to know

if I'm gonna light

any more grandparents on fire?

- Are you?

- No.

~ You got any more?

- Yeah, I got one.

Yeah well, try to make

a better effort with that one.

I'm not trying to be flip.

I think I deserve to be free, I do.

Why, because you did the time?

That's it, you're ready?

Now you're a clean slate?

I'm clean as anybody, man.

I'm clean as you.

( chuckles )

Well, maybe, maybe not.

Seriously, let me

ask you something, you know.

Why are you-- why are you--

why are you gonna sit there,

like, asking me these questions

like you never done nothin'?

I mean, you know, why do you

get to walk around free and I don't?

I wasn't convicted of a crime.

Oh, come

you never did anything bad?

Never did anybody no wrong,

had to be forgiven for nothin'?

No, never broke the law.

What, you never got

a speeding ticket?

You never backed somebody up

in a bar fight or something?

Sh*t, Vietnam you never killed

some kid-- you carry that with you?

You step out on your wife,

you f*** that little 15~year~old

who looked at you sideways?

- Okay okay.

- No, come on, man! Come on!

How long you get to keep judgin'

a person for one had thing they done?

No matter how much I paid,

I gotta keep eatin' sh*t with you?

For how long?

That ain't right. It ain't.

I mean, I'm beggin' you, man.

I'm beggin' you.

I'm a person. I'm a person.

Look at my record, you know.

Look at-- look at

what I've done in here.

I mean, I'm different

than when I come in here, man.

I've grown a lot.

I'm like f***in' reborn, man.

What does that mean to you,

being reborn?

What?

What does that mean to you?

(car horn honks)

- ( car horn honks)

-( passing car horn blares)

Hi. Yeah, I'm back.

~ Hey, Mrs. Creeson.

- Hey, Jake.

(metallic jingling)

Thanks. Bye, guys.

(door buzzes)

Guard:
Creeson!

Oh, the rows look so nice.

I like 'em thick, baby.

~ Yeah?

- It looks really good.

- I've been using that mousse you sent.

- Yeah?

'Cause Crystal said you put the rag on

before you go to sleep,

and when you wake up they're still all

clean and nice-- they look really good.

They look tight.

You look so f***ing good.

I miss you so much.

( boots squeaking )

What have you got to tell me?

I mean...

Well, I called him

and he didn't call me back,

so I left another message.

Okay, that's good, but you know you

got to get with him person to person.

- I'm on it. Baby, I'm on it.

- One on one, you know what I'm saying?

I gotta have you with me on it.

I can't do this by myself.

Anything.

I would do anything for you,

you know that, right?

Yeah.

Okay okay.

Baby, I wore

something special for you.

Did you? What did you wear?

- Nothing.

- Oh God.

You're killin' me.

( moans)

Oh no.

Okay okay okay.

- What?

- This is too much. No no.

Come on. No no, I'm sorry. Just come on.

Come here, come here.

Honey?

I can't get no ticket.

I can't get a ticket,

you understand, right?

I'm too close.

- Baby. Baby.

- Yeah. Yeah.

Okay, I'm so close.

~ What am I gonna do?

- It's gonna happen.

~ I can't do much more of this.

- Don't worry.

I can't.

I ain't gonna make it.

I'm serious, Lucetta.

I just think I want--

like I want to kill myself.

You don't even joke like that, okay?

Don't joke.

I love you.

You want something to eat?

I got some cream puffs

and some animal crackers

and some milk and stuff.

"That the Father may be glorified..."

(loud chattering)

(Stone reading indistinctly)

"...the embrace of sin, the individual

achieves perfect metaphysical pitch

and transforms himself

into a tuning fork of God."

(yelling)

I'm trying improve myself here,

you motherfuckers!

(phone ringing)

Jack's voice:

This is Jack and Madylyn Mabry.

- Please leave a message.

-( machine beeps )

Hi. Hey, this is

Lucetta Creeson.

Um, I called before.

I'm Stoney Creeson's wife.

I spoke to Mrs. Mabry,

but Mr. Mabry, this is for you.

I would like to talk to you

about my husband.

Um, it's kind of important to us.

And I work most mornings, but--

well, no, look,

I could rearrange things,

so whenever's good for you

is fine with me.

( beeps)

Sh*t.

I wasn't done.

Who goes to sleep at 9100?

Hi.

Lucetta:
Mr. Mabry?

~ Officer Mabry?

- Sorry?

Mrs. Creeson-- I'm Stoney's wife.

Oh oh, Mrs. Creeson.

Look, call me Lucetta though, please.

You're here to see your husband?

No, silly, I'm here to see you.

Wait, I'm sorry,

didn't you get my message?

Oh yeah, okay. Well, there's a way

to meet with family, Mrs. Creeson.

You have to go through the office

for me to see you.

- Oh right.

- The case officer too--

meet and assess the home situation.

- That's-that's how we--

- See, that's the thing though, sir,

because, I mean,

I am the home situation.

- Mrs. Creeson, just call the office--

- Lucetta.

Lucetta. Just call the office

and make an appointment.

- That's the way you have to do it.

- Can't I just talk to you for a while?

I mean, can't we just, sort of just you

and me make a date or something?

- No, we can't.

- Please please.

You know how much

this means to us.

If you're coming to see your husband,

fine, but we can't do it any other way.

And I'm late, really.

Well, Mr. Mabry,

Mr. Mabry, I wanted

to give you a little something

- my kids made in class.

- Yeah, I can't accept that.

- It's inappropriate. Thank you anyway.

- But it's for the birds, see?

And they-- it's a nest

and they come and they take their twine

and their twigs and stuff

and they make their little home.

Thank you.

Lucetta:
Okay.

- Nice to meet you.

- Thank you.

Okay.

What the hell is this?

~ What's that?

- This-- your wife.

What, she sent it to you?

She gave it to me

in the parking Iot just now.

Wait, what,

Lucetta come and find you?

She gave that to me in the parking lot.

Don't mess with me.

I ain't lookin' for any kind

of trouble with you, you know.

I hope you didn't put her up to it.

The parole board's

gonna send you a flop in the mail

and you won't even see them.

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