The Gingerbread Man Page #4

Yeah.

During your marriage you made

acquaintance with Mr Doss,

and your relationship with him

was turbulent, was it not?

Well, c'mon,

you had fights with him.

You had actual physical

confrontations, didn't you?

Why?

Non-responsive, Your Honour.

Answer the question.

I don't remember.

Did you go to hospital after any

of these incidents, Mr Randle?

May I remind you you're on oath?

No, I will.

Mr Randle, answer the question,

or I'll hold you in contempt.

Punishable by a fine and up to

30 days in jail. Understood?

Yes, sir, but you can't prove

I remember something I don't.

Let's see if you remember this,

Mr Randle.

Is it true, as it says here,

three years ago you were

admitted to Savannah Memorial

Hospital with concussion?

Yeah, I guess.

Well, I guess so too, sir.

It says here,

on your medical record,

that you were clubbed

with a stick of firewood.

A stick of firewood, Mr Randle.

You remember that?

Yeah.

By whose hand, sir?

Doss.

Mr Doss. Counsel.

That kind of behaviour will not

be allowed. Get them out!

We just won the case.

Mr Magruder, please continue.

Mr Randle, why did Mr Doss

attack you with a stick?

'Cause I drank out of his cup.

'Cause you drank out of his cup.

On March 17th the following year

you received 22 stitches

in your right arm.

Mr Doss again, I believe?

- Yeah.

- That's all, Your Honour.

If you have any defence,

Mr Doss...

Your Honour, nothin'

this a**hole said is true,

but help me with this,

will you, Your Honour?

You arrest me, you arrest me

based on her pack of lies.

You appoint me a lawyer who's

incompetent, inexperienced,

he probably cheated his way

through law school.

On top of that, two doctors

examine me, they come in,

look at my eyes

and then rush out.

The first one wanted me to name

the first five presidents.

Can you do that, Judge?

Let me hear you.

Name the first five presidents

of the United States.

George Washington,

Abraham Lincoln, John Kennedy...

Mr Doss?

Mr Doss! I don't answer

questions, I ask them.

They ought to ship

you off for 90 days.

This man's terrorised

his own daughter.

He needs treating.

Simple as that.

That's enough.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Mr Doss, please stand.

Stand up.

Yes, sir.

After hearing the evidence here,

I think it's best

for you and all concerned

that you be hospitalised,

in Georgia Regional in Savannah

for psychiatric examination.

I order that you be

admitted for that purpose.

Come on, Mr Doss.

You little b*tch!

Judge?

Can I go?

It's paying bills,

checking investments,

making sure he doesn't suffer

financially in hospital.

That's why they call it

conservator.

But can't you

be the conservator?

If I touch his money,

he'll accuse me of stealing it.

You have to,

you're the next of kin.

Besides, you need court approval

for every penny spent.

Oh, good.

Anyway, they'll get your father

on Lithium, treat him.

In a few months

he'll feel a lot better.

Hey, easy, easy. Hey.

It was a dream. I was dreaming.

Was it him?

It was him. It's always him.

When I was a kid

he used to tell me stories,

and they became

stranger and scarier.

He'd come into my room

and sit on my bed and he'd...

There was one...

The one about

the Gingerbread Man.

A lonely old man and woman

who lived in the woods.

They had no children,

so she decides

to bake a gingerbread man.

And when he comes out

the oven he's alive.

And he runs out of the house,

and past the cow,

past the horse, past men

who all want to eat him up.

But he keeps

runnin' and yellin',

"Run, run as fast as you can,

you can't catch me,

"I'm the Gingerbread Man."

That's it.

And he grew very proud,

because he thought

no-one would ever catch him.

Until one day,

he came upon a river,

which he couldn't cross, or he'd

break into little pieces.

So he lets this fox,

who promises not to eat him,

carry him across on his back.

Only, just before

they reach the other side,

the fox snaps his head back,

and swallows him whole.

My daddy used to warn me,

it was just as easy

for little children to disappear

as it was for gingerbread men.

Now, is somebody gonna help me

with this food here?

Is anyone gonna

help me carry this?

I'm gonna catch you!

C'mon! Don't stop! Don't stop!

You gonna give me a hand here?

OK, last one there

gets no food!

Who wants to eat? Am I gonna

be carryin' this stuff all day?

You want some food?

OK, what did we order?

- Mashed potatoes.

- I get the chicken.

You order chicken, you get

chicken.

Macaroni cheese,

you get macaroni cheese.

Listen, I just saw

someone from work.

You lay this stuff out.

I'll be right back.

Well...

Fancy meetin' you here.

It's a sign.

- Hey.

- How are you?

OK. Cute kids.

You wanna come meet 'em?

You sure it's a good idea?

I think it's a good idea.

- OK.

- Come on.

Libby and Jeff.

Or Leffy and Jib.

Whatever you want.

Or Leffy and Jib.

You'll endear yourself

by calling them different names.

What's for lunch?

We got everything you can get.

Hey, guys! Here's somebody

I know. Say hello to her.

Libby, say hello to Mallory.

Jeff, say hello to Mallory.

Shake hands.

I'm Jeff, I'm a lovely person

with a fabulous dad.

- Come and sit down.

- In your dreams!

My dreams? In your dreams!

Come and eat.

Hi, there.

- OK, so...

- Hi, Rick!

You tell him we're comin' here?

No. Did you tell him

we were going?

Guys, lay this stuff out

and help yourselves.

I'll be right back.

How'd you know to come here?

That's my profession. I gotta

tell you something quick.

What's the matter?

I don't want to panic Miss Doss,

but her old man didn't like

his new address.

What?

Some wingnuts from the group

broke into the hospital,

busted him out somehow.

Staff put someone in his room

by mistake.

Didn't even know till today.

- Son of a b*tch.

- Don't freak, but...

- I'd keep an eye on her.

- Sure. Thanks.

Listen, do me a favour?

Take the kids home?

Leeanne's back soon.

Don't tell her what's goin' on.

Say I got tied up.

Hey, guys!

Clyde's gonna give you a ride!

...It's not much comfort.

Introducing

the Norelco reflex...

...Has become Hurricane Geraldo,

and is...

...Scared and anxious

for no real reason?

Sorry, Leeanne,

this is real important.

I promise, if it wasn't an

emergency, I wouldn't do it.

Come on, you know Clyde, the

kids are comfortable with him.

I just don't like him.

Never have.

The guy hung around

here for an hour.

Then he asked for a drink.

He was flirtin' with me too.

- Well...

- I don't trust him.

He did me a favour

droppin' off the kids,

and he's gone now, so let it go.

I don't want that drunk

hangin' round my children.

Would you mind

if I call you later?

As a matter of fact, I would.

Well...

I'll give you a call later.

I'm sorry.

Rick, wait.

I was scared. Clyde said

if I had one I should carry it.

Take it.

What is it?

They left it on the steps.

Get your things.

Where we goin'?

Just get your bag.

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