The Sugarland Express
- PG
- Year:
- 1974
- 110 min
- 2,588 Views
- Haven't seen you here before.
- I ain't been here before. It's my first time.
- Who'd y'all come to see?
- Clovis Poplin. I'm his wife, Lou Jean.
Poplin. Let's see.
- He just came from the penitentiary.
- Here we go. So he did. It's on my flimsy.
Let's see what we got here, honey.
Some nice goodies in here?
Oh, let's see. What's this?
That's Texas Gold Stamps
from the market. Gimme.
OK, there's some more.
OK. What we got in this one?
All right, Mrs. Poplin. Have yourself a real
nice visit. I think the JCs have lemonade.
- I didn't come for the drinkin'.
- Course not.
You are permitted a display of
familial affection, including bodily contact,
as long as it doesn't outrage
the public decency.
- Does that mean we can kiss?
- If you so desire.
All right, then.
(# "Living Together Alone")
# I can't believe the life we live
# Or the love that
we can't give to each other
# I only know my dreams are gone
# And that you've been carrying on
with another
# That won't let us stop it
# We're too blind...
Oh, Lou!
Ain't you somethin'?
- Clovis.
- Ain't you somethin'?
Ain't you somethin'?
- Clovis.
- Ain't you somethin'?
Aren't you somethin'?
- What's the matter? Goin' shy on me?
- I come with the bad news I'm leavin' you.
- What junk are you talkin'?
- We are no longer man and wife.
- I'm leaving you.
- That's why you brought your lunch?
This don't mean nothin'.
I'm already on my way.
(baby crying)
Don't you notice nothin'?
Don't you notice anything?
You've gone blonde.
You've gone blonde before.
Clovis Poplin,
have you forgotten your own son?
No, I ain't. Why didn't you bring him?
There's kids allowed.
They got candy for 'em and pop.
I'm not behind bars in despair.
That's what I come to tell ya. Welfare's
come and taken Baby Langston forever.
They'll keep him in that foster home!
- What for? Why are they doin' that?
- How am I supposed to know?
I got out of women's facility
three weeks ago.
I went down to Welfare to get him back,
and that child board made up some story.
They had me fill out
a statement of propriety
and take it to the county courthouse,
but it was closed.
A man said to me I should take it
to the hall of records,
which I did, but nobody knew
what I was talkin' about.
Then I remembered what you said
about the telephone.
So I called the man up, got him on the
line, and that didn't do no good neither
because he said the man at the first place
should've sent it to my address.
But that didn't do no good
cos I'd already moved by that time.
(baby crying)
I want my baby back.
Now, are you gonna help me or not?
Where's he now?
Over in Sugarland.
But now that they got him,
I bet those Methodists
are gettin' ready to move out of state.
I wanna know if you're gonna help.
Well, sure I am. Sure I am.
Sure I am.
Two for us
and half-fare for Baby Langston.
I spent $65. We're goin' to Los Angeles
so's you can go white collar.
- Bus tickets?
- A workin' father is what that boy needs.
Lou Jean, who ever gave you $65?
I got to go to the bathroom.
Lou Jean. Lou Jean?
Honey, you gotta go next door.
This here's the men's room.
Prove it.
You saved $65 all on your own?
Oh, Clovis.
Oh, Lord, how I've missed you.
- I can't wait no longer.
- Can't you wait another four months?
- I can't. This is an emergency.
- Say, isn't this my shirt?
- When I leave, you're comin' with me.
Shoot!
- You got two pairs of pants on!
- I know.
I got it all planned out.
You're leavin' today.
- I love you so much.
- I can't. I only got four more months.
No, you're leavin' today.
- I can't.
- I love you. Yes, you are.
- I love you too.
- You're leavin' today.
- I can't.
- Yes, baby. Please.
- I can't.
- Come today. Today.
- I love you.
- No!
If you don't,
this is our last time.
Clovis?
- Jesus Christ, have you lost your brains?
- Hubie, you're gonna screw me up.
Nobody breaks out of pre-release!
That's just stupid!
If I don't, she's gonna run off.
- You said your old lady's in the jute mill.
- She did her time. She's out on her own.
I'm gonna call a guard
for your own good.
- This is stupid!
- Hubie! Hubie!
(whispers) You don't understand.
They took my boy, Baby Langston.
What the hell are you talkin' about, boy?
Guard!
over four little old months.
Bye, honey.
We won't see him for another week.
I sure am gonna miss him.
You might,
but I'm not gonna miss him any.
Oh, Pa, don't talk like that.
- Scoot on in, Mama.
- Pardon me.
- You Hubie's mom?
- Yes, I am.
And still proud of it, no matter
what his circumstances may be now.
He's a caution, which is why
we came to see him. Isn't it, honey?
- Where y'all headed?
- New Frankfurt.
That's where we're goin'!
We lost our ride. Do you mind awfully?
- You're a friend of Hubie's?
- Sure am.
- That boy ain't no damn good. Never was.
- Pa, stop talkin' like that!
And I don't think
he ever will be any good.
I tried my best to make a man out of him
but it look like I failed somewhere.
Scoot in the seat back there.
ndale, ndale, young fella. ndale.
Yes, sir.
(motor chugs)
- No smokin'.
- Officer, I think you're a mean man.
Buster, haven't I seen you
somewhere before?
You probably have.
I think I picked peas with you
out on the pea farm one time,
before you got that hogleg on.
- No, I think I drove you in before.
- Sure do.
- I think I took you in DWI before.
- Aw, you never done.
- What?
- I never was drunk in my life!
What are you tryin' to do,
make a liar out of me?
(cars honking)
You son of a b*tch!
- Ever do some time in prison, son?
- Sir?
- You heard me.
- Well, just a little. Yes, I did.
It's all right by me.
You served your time.
- What was it you went up for?
- I think they said it was larceny.
- Say, sir, is this car runnin' right?
- She run pretty nice.
(impatient honking)
You look like a pea picker to me anyway.
To tell you the truth,
you look like a pea picker to me.
- Is your name Buster Danials?
- It was, before I married.
(impatient honking)
- What kind of larceny?
- Bustin' coin boxes in the washaterias.
It's awful hot. Could you go faster
so's to cool the car off?
As long as you squared yourself
with the authorities.
- Yes, sir.
- That all right with you, Mama?
(motor chugging)
(honking)
(honking)
(police siren)
- Pa, you've bought it.
- I can see it.
Man, you got yourself
a real violator, huh?
You ain't gonna be
sick in the car, are you?
Why, no!
You know I'm not, man.
Good. Don't let me
find that seat wet, neither.
Well, thank you, sir.
Mr. Nocker, sir, you were goin' less than
25 miles an hour on the open highway.
Not only is that a violation, but you could
be a dangerous hazard to other drivers.
I'm just amused.
I've been an upright, irresponsible citizen
all my life, and I've been drivin' all my life.
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