The Paperboy Page #5

You're gonna kill him.

[choking]

Jack, let him go.

You put your hands

on me again,

I will f*** you up!

Yeah?

[kicking can]

F*** you, n*gger!

[coughing]

(Charlotte)

He needs to get laid.

(Yardley) He needs a

f***ing straitjacket.

He's sexually repressed.

Sexually repressed

is a 40-year-old woman

who's obsessed

with prison cock!

That's not nice. (Ward) Calm down now.

No, f*** calm down!

I'm not having

some kid call me a n*gger.

I want him

out of here now!

[dog barking]

Yardley?

Jack, let's go

to the prison.

You two can stay here

and keep arguing.

This time I'm talking

to Hillary by myself.

(Charlotte)

Come on.

He's not even

gonna look at you

if I'm not there

in a pretty dress.

Well, that's too bad

for him.

Ward.

You'll see.

[music]

(Anita, off) I knew Jack

didn't mean to say it.

But those were the times

we were living in

and it was

what it was.

Yardley, on the other

hand, well...

[Patti Labelle singing

"Take the Night Off"]

??? Get out of the cold???

??? Take the night off???

??? Be your own boss???

??? When you're near me???

??? Can you hear me???

??? Or do I have to shout

In your ear???

??? Mmm???

??? Take the night off???

??? Turn the light on???

??? Take the night off???

??? Turn the light on???

Forensic report says

that the sheriff

was stabbed

between 2 and 3 AM.

Yep. Like I told you,

I was with... my Uncle

Tyree doing lawn work

in Ormond Beach

at the time.

Lawn work?

Yes, sir.

You mean stealing?

Yes, sir.

Stealing sod

off a golf course.

A developer paid through

the teeth for that sh*t.

We sold it and we didn't make it back

to the river

till sunrise.

What kind of developers?

Condominiums, man.

You got a name?

No, I don't.

Deputies say they found the

sheriff's body at 6 AM...

but it was the way

he was killed.

That's what makes

everybody assume it was you.

What you think?

You tell me.

I ain't the only one carrying

a machete around here.

True.

The deputies

went to Tyree's house,

he said he'd been

sleeping in bed all night

and had a whole bunch of family

members there to confirm it.

Then they go

to your house...

where they find the

bloodstained shirt and knife.

Yeah, all right.

Listen to me.

Every knife and shirt that

I own is stained in blood.

It's what I do

for a living.

I'm gutting alligators

for their skin.

Okay?

I was a bachelor.

I didn't have nobody

to do my laundry.

You probably got somebody

to do your laundry.

What you think?

I bet you do.

They never matched the blood

to the sheriff's, did they?

T tell me how to find Tyree.

The arms of mercy

are so wide

they will accept any man,

but they will not accept

any man wearing pants.

Where is my woman?

Where's my woman?

The only one you need to

talk to right now is me, baby.

The only one

I need to talk to?

I'm the only one.

I'm your mercy.

I'm your arms wide open,

I'm your pants.

??????

Ward's in charge!

??????

If you wanna go see Tyree,

I'll give you directions,

but you got to make that choice

because he's a violent man.

(Anita)

Now stay with me now

because this is

when it gets tricky.

Ward called Charlotte

and told her to drive

Yardley to Ormond Beach.

He wanted to verify Hillary's

so-called golf course story.

The boys went on to

visit this uncle Tyree.

(Jack) M an, this is

stupid. Where are we going?

N o one lives out here.

N o one could live out here.

You talk to Anita about

your... choice of words?

(Jack)

It was f***ed up.

I know.

[groan]

Goddamn it.

Sure you don't me

to watch the car?

[heavy breathing]

Goddamn it! This stuff

ain't working, man.

It's like they

like this sh*t.

Better than jellyfish,

I bet.

[spitting]

F***!

Oh, my God!

Watch it! You're way too

close to him. Ward! Ward!

You better jump him.

It's better in here

where we have to get lower.

Ward, you're sinking!

This whole place

is just floating.

You ever think

about Mama?

I wonder

where she at.

[sigh]

She is

in Tucson, Arizona.

You got a girlfriend?

Why?

[laughing]

[spitting]

You don't remember this, but

Mom used to go on about, uh...

don't make love to a woman until

you get married, right? Mm-hm.

[deep sigh]

I followed that

until I was...

Oh, f*** that. We'll

talk about it later.

Let's go.

[pig rumbling]

Mr. Van Wetter?

Good afternoon, sir.

My name is Ward Jansen.

I work for "The Miami Times. "

We're here on behalf here

of your nephew, Hillary.

You lost a shoe.

You're lucky it was

just the one.

Snakes all around here.

We need to talk to you about

your nephew, Mr. Van Wetter.

Little late for that,

isn't it?

He gonna be strapped

to a chair and electrocuted.

Well...

[trickling]

you come all the way up

here just to tell me that?

You could've saved

yourself a trip.

He tells me

that he was with you

the night Sheriff Call

was murdered,

stealing sod,

which you later sold.

Let's hope

nobody believes him.

Stealing's against the law,

ain't it?

Now he's still got time.

[flies buzzing]

I don't much care

for you.

Come up here

in my home...

and call me a thief.

I ain't up here about

thieving, Mr. Van Wetter.

I'm up here about whether a man's

life needs to be taken or not...

for the murder

of Sheriff Call.

But if you was with

your nephew that night,

it's vital for Hillary

that you admit it.

[pig rumbling]

I don't think

he likes you much.

I don't like him

much either.

[laughing]

[trickling]

(woman)

Where's the ice cream?

It's coming.

[baby crying]

Keep that baby quiet.

What's wrong

with that baby?

All right,

well, sit on it.

Yeah.

[muffled]

You want...?

[baby crying]

You want

a little ice cream?

You don't want

to have any ice cream.

You take this chair

out here with me.

N o sense you staying

over there.

Thank you.

Little man, get yourself a chair there.

Get yourself a chair.

[deep sigh]

Was you with him?

Yeah.

Well, I...

I was with him.

Where?

Golf club.

Ormond Beach.

Stole sod, sold it...

[inhales deeply]

to this one

condo developer.

[finishes exhaling]

Where's Hillary

live from here?

We didn't get back

till the morning, sunrise.

He lives that way.

So why are you

telling me now?

You seem like the only person

thinks Hillary's innocent.

No, sir, Mr. Van Wetter.

No, sir.

I didn't say that.

Your boy...

[screen door opens

and closes]

he's getting

nervous over there.

Let's go. I'm done talking to you.

What you hiding? (Jack) Ward?

I'm sick...

of your questions.

Eugene?

(Jack) Ward, remember the first

day when I was with Charlotte? Yeah?

We went and stopped

at the prison.

We didn't go in.

I saw him.

Tyree?

Yeah.

What you think? They was

getting their stories together?

I don't know.

I'll tell you this.

They ain't as dumb

as they look.

[spits]

Oh, sh*t, man.

F***.

What the f***, man?

Leave me

at the f***ing hotel?

Jesus!

In Yardley's room,

no less.

F***, man.

Look at you.

You're becoming obsessed

with this case.

Wake me up.

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