The Human Stain Page #4

Turn off the f***ing light!

It's Les.

Don't worry,

I already called the cops.

They'll be here any minute.

They know how to deal

with him, all right?

We just have to wait.

What the f*** are you doing?

You can't go out there.

He's f***ing crazy.

Yeah, so am I.

Hey, Farley!

What do you want

Farley?

Come on out of there,

you murdering b*tch!

- Did she tell you? Did she?

- What?

Did she tell you she was

giving some guy a blowj*b

while her kids were

catching on fire, did she?

Did she tell you that?

Get away from here

or I'll brain you!

- Get away!

- Put that f***ing thing down

before I ram it through

your f***ing skull!

That's my wife

you're f***ing in there!

I want to talk to her.

Les!

Hi, baby.

- Hi, sweetheart.

- Go home. Come on.

It's all right. I can...

Come on, go home.

You hear that?

- I had to call the cops.

- Ah, what'd you do that for?

You're always f***ing doing that.

I just want to talk to you

you murdering f***ing c*nt.

Come on, darling,

there's enough time

What are you f***ing

this old guy for anyhow?

Get away from her.

Come on.

We'll go for a ride.

I'll bring you right back,

I promise.

F*** 'em.

- Come on.

- No.

They know me.

They're not going to do anything.

I'll bring you right back,

I swear to God.

I don't want to talk to you.

Come on

Get your f***ing hands off of me!

F***!

This is payback

for what I did in Nam.

This is what I f***ing get

for saving my f***ing country!

All the sh*t

I went through.

I come home to

some murdering b*tch

treats me like garbage!

Please no more of this!

No more!

You wanted to know why

I didn't have any possessions.

This is what's left of my kids.

This.

It was an accident, and he knows.

He knows the truth.

There was a...

There was a heater

and it...

it tipped over,

and the place...

the place caught fire.

You know, I can't figure out

what I should do with them.

I don't know, do I keep them?

Do I bury them?

I don't know.

What are you looking at?

Huh? Is this all

too trailer trash for you?

Just get out of here.

Go on, just leave.

You don't want to be a part of this.

Don't stay.

Please go.

Please go.

I can't.

Please go.

Go.

Everyone knows you're exploiting

an abused woman half your age.

Well, if this doesn't take the cake.

What's more, I know

damn well who wrote this.

- Who?

- Delphine Roux.

Professor of Languages

and Literature.

I hired her, for Christ's sakes.

I hired all of them.

Why would she send you

something like this?

I've no idea. How the hell

should I know? You're my lawyer.

Send her a letter. Warn her off.

- She'll just deny that she ever

- That's her writing.

Any handwriting expert

will confirm that.

Coleman, Listen,

forget about the letter.

What are you going to do

about Lester Farley?

I'll get an injunction.

A restraining order.

I don't know.

Have you any idea what you're

getting into here, Coleman?

You want me to fight a legal war

for you on two fronts.

One of them with a phantom correspondent,

and the other with a lunatic.

I can get you a handwriting expert.

I can get you a bulletproof vest.

But what I can't provide

is what you're never going to know

as long as you're involved

with this woman

A scandal-free life.

Is she HIV-negative, by the way?

Did you have her tested, Coleman?

Did you use a condom, Coleman?

And if you don't use protection

does she?

How do you know she doesn't want to use

you to make up for all that she's lost?

Do I represent you in

a paternity suit, Coleman?

Give up the girl, Achilles.

I took your Intro to European Lit

umpteen years ago as an undergrad.

Give her up,

and your troubles go away.

Faunia Farley is not in your league

and she's not from your world.

Last night, you got

a good look at her world.

The fact is...

she ain't worth it.

Achilles on Viagra. How much sense

does that make anyway?

Ah, Nelson.

I'm sorry, have you quite finished?

Yes.

Nelson, you're a genuine vocal master.

And so rich with contempt

for every last human problem

you've never had to face.

- Listen, I was only

- No, you listen.

I never again want to hear

that self-admiring voice of yours,

or see your smug, lily-white face.

Good! Good-Good-Good! Yeah.

- Get out of the corner

- Finish it off, finish it off

That's enough. That's enough.

Next week, West Point.

Oh, come on, Doc.

That guy's got five pounds on me.

But he's slow.

You can take him easy.

Besides, the coach of Pitt is

gonna be there. He's a buddy of mine.

I want him to see you fight.

- So?

- So?

Once he sees your stuff, and once

I tell him about your grades,

I'm pretty sure

he'll offer you a scholarship.

I can't go to Pitt!

My father wants me to go to Howard.

- He's an optician, your dad?

- Used to be.

He lost his business in the Depression.

Well, look, Coleman.

Just box for the guy, that's all.

- Then we'll see what happens.

- Okay

One thing.

When you meet the guy from Pitt,

don't tell him you're colored, okay?

- Don't tell him?

- Don't bring it up.

You're neither one thing nor the other.

You're Silky Silk, that's all.

- He won't know?

- How's he going to know?

Here's the top kid from East Orange

High and he's with Doc Chizner.

He's going to think you're Jewish.

- You're late!

- I know.

- Walter's home on leave.

- Hide this for me, will you?

Sorry I'm late.

Hey, Mom.

- Walt.

- Cole.

- How are you?

- Fine.

So what's this I hear about

you being class valedictorian?

It's all true.

Hey, with the only 4.0 grade average,

who else were they going to choose?

Yes, we're very proud of Coleman.

- May I inquire how you did, Cole?

- How I did?

Today in the boxing ring.

I'm asking whether

you won or lost your bout.

- Did you tell him?

- Kindly answer my question.

I won.

How many fights have you won?

Eleven.

And how many have you lost?

- None.

- So far.

Just when were you planning on

turning professional?

- Dad, I don't think

- This does not concern you, Walter.

I asked you a question, young man.

Doc says I could get

an athletic scholarship.

Maybe to Pitt.

Like Walter,

you will go to Howard.

And after Howard, should you

choose to become a doctor,

you will not be doing

your hands any good

pummeling them in

a boxing ring, will you?

You know, Coleman, if I were your father,

do you know what I would tell you now?

- You are my father.

- I'm not at all sure.

I was thinking Doc Chizner

was your father.

He's my coach. That's all.

He teaches me how to fight.

You're my father.

Well, if I were your father, do you

know what I would tell you now?

I would say, "You won today. Good.

Now you can retire undefeated."

You're retired.

If you'll excuse me,

I don't wish to be late for my train.

Boy!

Yes, sir?

This fish is overcooked.

Very sorry.

I will attend to it right away, sir.

Cowards die many times

before their death.

The valiant only taste

death but once.

Of all the rumors that

I yet have heard,

it seems to me most strange

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