The Gift
Oh, thank you.
They're pretty peaches.
- Yes, ma'am.
- So, how you been?
I'm pretty good,
I reckon.
You had any health problems
since I saw you last?
- Ma'am?
- Have you been sick?
Well, back's been
hurtin' a little.
No, no, it's not your back.
Have you been
bleeding somewhere?
Well...
- Yes, ma'am, a little.
- Yeah.
- Have you been to a doctor?
- Oh, I...
I don't much like
going to no doctors.
Well, I think
maybe you should go.
No, it's not
a venereal disease.
I just think it's some kind of
kidney or some bladder infection.
But it's been around
for a while.
Could lead to some
more serious problems.
Do you want me
to call a doctor for you?
- All right.
- Okay.
You kids get on to bed now.
It's nearly 9:
00.Ah, Mama, can I stay up
just a little bit?
No.
You heard me, mister.
Mama?
What does "f***" mean?
It's a bad word, hon,
for something nice.
But what does it mean?
It's how your daddy and me
made your brothers and you.
Take his turtles off, hon.
- Mike, did you hear me?
- What?
I said get to bed.
Oh, Mike, your lip's
dragging the floor.
- It's gonna freeze like that.
- You act like I'm a kid.
You are a kid, honey.
Valerie, you may as well
take your glasses off.
I know he's been hitting you again.
- I see your lip.
- Oh, no.
Oh, it...
it just embarrasses me.
It's okay.
Come on.
He got worse.
I went to the store yesterday
'cause we's out of some things.
And he got home from work early,
before I could get back.
He was waiting with a razor strap.
My legs are all cut up.
And I got welts the size of
footballs on my back and my legs.
I feel guilty, you payin' me money
to tell you to get away from him.
You got to get help.
- Legal help.
- You don't know Donnie Barksdale.
He'll kill me if I leave him.
He'll find me.
He said he would.
No, he's not crazy enough
to kill anybody.
He's just
an insecure redneck.
What?
I think he's got
a woman on the side.
Yeah, he's been
laying out at night.
Excuse me,
but the school's on the phone.
They say Mike's
in some kind of trouble.
Mrs. Wilson.
Hi. Come on in.
Have a seat.
- Where... where's Mike?
- He's in the infirmary.
Now, it's nothing to get
worked up about. He's fine.
He's got a few...
Sit down.
He's got a few,
nicks and bruises.
I think he might have a... have
a pretty good black eye by tomorrow.
But he's...
he's okay.
- He was in another fight?
- Yes, he was.
His grades are... are getting
worse too. How's he doing at home?
Not much better.
He's real distant.
Well, Mrs. Wilson,
I don't pretend to be
a psychologist, but,
it's obvious to me that your boy's
got a lot of anger in him.
Well, it's about this time
last year his daddy passed away.
He's still real
messed up over it.
Yeah. I never knew your husband.
I understand he was a fine man.
Yes, he was.
Well, I don't know how you
feel about therapy, but...
If you think Mike needs somebody to
talk to, I know a gentleman over...
Mike doesn't need a therapist,
Mr. Collins. He can talk to me.
Do you think he will, though?
I'm sorry, Wayne. I didn't know
you had anybody in here.
- Oh, hi.
- Ruby wasn't at her desk.
Yeah, she's out sick today.
Mrs. Wilson, this is Jessica King,
- my fiancee.
- Nice to meet you.
You too.
We're just going to be
a couple of minutes. Okay.
I gotta go anyway.
I got people waiting.
Thanks a lot,
Mr. Collins.
- I'm real sorry about all this.
- Oh, it's my job.
He's just a boy,
that's all.
You're not that Wilson that's
a fortune-teller, are you?
I don't call myself that.
- I'd love you to read my fortune.
Do you think we'll live
happily ever after?
What's the matter?
You see something bad?
Of course not.
No, I'm sure you'll
be real happy together.
- Hey, how you gettin' along today?
- I'm fine, Buddy.
Except the fact I can't keep my car
door from just flying right open.
Have you got the time
to fix it?
I can get to it,
about an hour or two.
You wanna wait?
No. I got to get home.
I got people coming.
Hey, you just want...
and I'll...
I'll carry you on home?
I can have it to you by... probably
by 6:
00. That gonna be all right?- Yeah, yeah, that's fine.
- All right. All right.
- Buddy?
- Yeah?
I'm a little... I'm
a little low on my money this week.
- I was just wondering if...
- Don't you worry about... No, really.
- No, stop it. Oh, come on, look.
- I feel bad.
For all that
you've done for me,
I just... I just think
the world of you.
You're about the only one
I call a friend to me.
Thank you.
Yeah, you know.
Annie.
I'll get the truck.
Take your time.
How you been, Buddy?
I've been having some...
some bad thoughts lately.
But I, you know...
Yesterday, I was feeling so happy.
- Yeah?
- I was feeling on top of the world.
Good on you.
I didn't even feel
like I needed my medicine.
I took it anyway.
You know, I'm getting...
I'm getting hooked on that stuff.
Well, I think you're gonna have
a lot of happy days, Buddy.
Yeah, you're gonna
get better and better.
Well, I believe you
when you say so.
Buddy?
Honey?
Honey, what's wrong?
You have to tell me.
You have to tell me now.
I'll... I'll tell you, hon.
If I look
into a blue diamond...
and I think
a negative thought,
am I gonna die?
No.
You're not gonna die.
You're not gonna die,
Buddy.
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Oh, look...
Okay. Well, thank you.
'Cause if you had said ''yes,''
I would have to kill myself
before the sun goes down.
Oh, Buddy. Oh, honey.
You don't have
to kill yourself, honey.
- You know I'll always tell you.
- Oh, man.
- I'll always tell you, Buddy.
- Oh, man.
You're fine. You can always
talk to me, Buddy. Always.
- Oh, don't use that, honey.
- I feel embarrassed.
- No. Here. Huh?
- Oh, no.
- I can't soil that.
- Buddy, I want you to have it.
- This one's Ben's. I don't...
- He'd want you to have it.
Thank you.
Thank you.
- You all right?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm all right.
- All right.
- All right.
I can walk home. You don't
have to drive me. You can...
No, no. No, I'm... I'm good.
I'm good.
- Yeah? You sure scared me, hon.
- Oh, yeah.
No, I'm all right.
I'm all right.
All right. You just take it
nice and slow.
Nice and slow.
Could I help you?
Yes, ma'am.
I'm Donnie Barksdale.
I'm sorry to bother you so late, but
I believe you know my wife Valerie.
Yes, I do.
I know who you are.
Can I come in
and talk to you?
It's about my wife.
Something's happened to her.
What's happened?
She okay?
Well, no, she's not, ma'am.
Ma'am, I promise.
I'll just take a minute.
All right.
Come on.
What's happened is she's getting
her head filled full of sh*t...
by a goddamn
Satan worshipper.
Or a damn good con artist,
one of the two.
I know she's been coming over
to see you and your damn voodoo.
You tell her bad things
about me, don't you?
You ain't no better
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