The Gift Page #3

Jesus can deliver you.

Jesus came to bring you

out of your prison house.

- Mama, is everything okay?

- Yeah, everything's fine.

- You sure?

- Yeah. Time for you to go to bed.

I know him. He's

a squirrel-hunting buddy of mine.

- But I don't think that Donnie...

- I'm telling you it was him.

What makes you think he'd want

to bust into your house?

Well, his wife,

she's a client of mine,

and he thinks I'm trying

to break up their marriage.

Are you?

Listen,

Donnie's high-strung.

You know,

ain't no doubt about that.

But I don't think he's the one

that busted into your house.

Listen, I appreciate the coffee

and everything. Take care.

I just can't get through

a wall of some kind in my head...

or... or my soul.

Sometimes I don't

even know the difference...

between my head or my soul.

I think everybody

has that trouble, Buddy.

All right.

Your daddy...

He took things

away from you when you...

when you were a little boy.

Do you understand that?

He... He seen me playing around with

something, like a toy or something,

he'd just

take it away from me.

Did he take other things

away from you?

Buddy...

You got to find out, hon,

why you hate him so much.

My daddy's a good man.

I don't hate my dad.

He's good to Mama and me.

Every kid needs a hit with a belt

sometime. I mean...

Buddy, you got to try to get past

this wall that you're talking about.

Hon, you need to talk

about your daddy.

Why don't you tell me why I hate

him? You're the goddamn psychic!

Huh?

You're the goddamn psychic!

I think I better go.

I have to go home,

right now.

I'm sorry

I yelled at you.

It's all right.

I just need...

I just need your help.

I just keep thinking about that blue

diamond. I keep thinking about...

Buddy, if you think about these

things in your childhood, hon,

and you face up to them,

then I will be able to help you.

I know, hon.

I just...

I think you got to do

some thinking on your own.

Okay.

Oh. You...

I'll help you there.

- Okay, you put it up there.

- Hey, Ben.

- Hello?

- You got a lot of pretty things.

I liked looking at them.

You ever seen anybody

skin a squirrel?

You stick a knife

in its belly and zip.

That's what I'm going to do

to you and your children...

you ever call

the police again.

I did not.

Mama?

Hey.

- How come you're not asleep?

- I don't know.

- What's that bat for?

- Oh.

Don't worry, honey.

I'm... I'm just working on my swing.

How come we never go

to the cemetery and see Daddy?

Well, we went out there

just last month on his birthday.

Honey, I'm real busy,

you know that.

Well, it seems like you have time

for a lot of strangers.

If we're talking about my

appointments, they're not strangers.

They're the ones

that put food on our table.

But how come we don't

even talk about Daddy?

Go on, Mike.

I'm trying to read.

- Annie?

- We're going to have to frame that.

- It's just a painting.

- That's beautiful.

- Annie.

- Hey.

Hey, listen. I know why Kenneth King

wasn't in church today.

- Put your belt on. Why?

- 'Cause his daughter disappeared.

Jessica?

What do you mean

she disappeared?

Well, Kenneth woke up this morning

and Jessica wasn't there,

and her bed

hadn't even been slept in.

Annie, you think

she ran off?

I know her and Wayne were

supposed to be married in June.

- Maybe she got cold feet.

- Maybe.

Maybe this will clear

the way for you and Wayne.

- What are you talking about?

- Oh, come on.

I saw the way y'all were looking

at each other Friday night.

Y'all both just

had stars in your eyes.

Oh, Linda, that's nuts.

- Yeah. Annie, love is nuts.

- Come on. Go home.

Listen,

I want you to get some rest.

You look terrible, okay?

Bye, boys.

- I got to go.

- Bye, Miss Linda.

Ben, get your hand

out of there!

That's for y'all's

cake tonight.

- What am I gonna ice the cake with?

- I like icin', Mama.

Yeah,

I can see that, punkin.

Miller!

Miller, hon, would you

go ask Miss Francis...

if she's got another

can of icing, please?

- Mama!

- I'm coming, Ben.

Where you going, son?

You wanna ride

in the truck?

I got a question for you.

You know my wife Valerie?

She been around

to see your mama lately?

Hey, boy,

I asked you a question.

Get my hat.

You know, I feel sorry

for you and your brothers.

I mean, your mama

being a witch and all.

If she don't stop

her evil ways,

some day somebody's

gonna burn her up.

And then you boys

are gonna be without a daddy...

or a mama.

Hey, Miller?

You all right?

He said mama's a witch

and they're gonna burn her up.

Oh, he did?

- You better mind your own business.

- I intend to, Donnie.

Motherf***er!

Goddamn it! F***!

Look, f***er!

Shoot me!

Shoot me!

Shoot me,

you motherf***er!

Shoot me! Shoot me!

You all right?

Tuscan Rouge.

What was I thinking?

I want icin', Mama.

Hon, you've had icing enough

to put you in a coma.

And from now on,

I want to know where you all are

every minute of the day.

All right?

Mike, I'm gonna start

driving you and Miller to school.

I wish Daddy was here.

Well, he's not, hon.

But Mama is. Okay?

Eat your cake.

- Hello.

- This is Kenneth King.

- Mr. King.

- I imagine you,

heard about

my daughter's disappearance?

- Yes.

- Well...

Mrs. Wilson,

I don't believe in what you do.

I'll just be

straight with you.

Not only that, I don't like it. But

we've got to the end of the road...

and our investigation looked under

every rock there is to look under,

and we'd like you to tell us

what you can to help us.

Now, no hocus-pocus

and chanting and carrying on.

We know you talk to a lot of folks,

know a lot of folks' business.

You might have heard

something or something.

The only thing we know is,

one of Sheriff Johnson's men

found my daughter's car...

sitting out on the parking lot

of that honky-tonk called AyJay's.

But nobody that was there

on Saturday night...

admits to having seen her.

So I'm afraid she might have been

kidnapped or something?

Oh, Mr. King,

I'm... I'm sorry.

I don't know anything about

your daughter's disappearance.

I think

we were just hoping...

Is there anything

you can tell us?

I could read for you.

But that... that's

about all I could do.

I need you

to cut the cards for me.

Oh, boy.

Thank you.

All right.

You ready?

Okay.

When were you

getting married again, Wayne?

- June 20...

- We're supposed to ask questions,

- not you.

- Shut up, Pearl! Goddamn it!

Look, I have a hard time

concentrating...

with more than one person

in the room.

Well, I'm staying right here. I'm

the law, and I need to hear this.

Please, ma'am, just...

just try to tell us

what you see.

just try to tell us

what you see.

I'm trying.

All right.

All right,

all I'm picking up...

it's like a...

it's a fence.

Like a split rail fence.

Do you know how many fences

there are in this county?

And some pillars, like,

with an opening going through.

And there's lots of white flowers.

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