The Trip to Bountiful

Don't try to be quiet, sonny. I'm awake.

Yes, ma'am.

- Couldn't you sleep?

- No, ma'am.

- Why couldn't you sleep?

- I just couldn't.

- Couldn't you sleep?

- No, I haven't been to bed at all.

You're not worrying about your job,

are you, sonny?

No, ma'am.

Everybody seems to like me there.

- I'm thinking about asking for a raise.

- You should, hard as you work.

- Why couldn't you sleep, Mama?

- Because it's a full moon.

I never could sleep

when there's a full moon.

Even back in Bountiful,

when I worked out in the fields all day...

and I got so tired I thought

my legs would just give out on me...

you let there be a full moon,

and I'd just toss the night away.

I remember once when you were little

and there was a full moon.

I woke you up and dressed you

and took you for a walk with me.

- Do you remember that?

- No, ma'am.

- You don't?

- No, ma'am.

I remember that,

it's just like it was yesterday.

I dressed you and took you outside...

and there was an old dog

howling away someplace...

and that scared you.

And I held you.

You were just trembling with fear...

and you said someone told you

that when a dog howled...

a person was dying somewhere.

And I held you close to me...

and then you asked me

to explain to you about dying.

And I said, "You're too young to worry

about things like that for a long time."

It's funny the things you think of

when you can't sleep.

I was trying to think of that song

I used to like to hear you sing.

What was that, sonny?

I don't remember the name. I just remember

I'd always laugh when you'd sing it.

That old song. That was...

I hate it when I can't think of things.

Hush, little baby, don't say a word

'Cause Mama's gonna buy you

a mockingbird

And if that mockingbird don't sing

Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring

I used to think I was gonna buy you

the world back in those days.

I remember remarking that to my papa.

He said the world can't be bought.

I didn't rightly understand

what he meant by that then.

Oh, Ludie... Well, no.

Would you like me

to get you some hot milk?

Yes, ma'am, if you don't mind.

How do you expect to work tomorrow

if you don't get your sleep, Ludie?

Mother Watts...

what did you do with that recipe

that Rosella gave me on the phone today?

Jessie Mae, I don't remember you

having given me any recipe.

Well, I did.

This morning, right here in this very room...

and I asked you

to please put it on my dresser...

and you said, "I will,"

and went out holding it in your hand.

- Did you look on your dresser?

- Yes, ma'am.

And it wasn't there?

No, ma'am.

I looked just before I went to bed.

We are just gonna have to get out

a little more, Ludie.

It's no wonder you can't sleep.

Every couple I know goes out

three or four times a week.

I know we couldn't afford it before,

so I kept quiet about it.

But now that you're working again...

I don't think a picture show

once or twice a week would break us.

Okay. Why don't we go out

one night this week?

I mean, I think we have to.

I was talking to Rosella about it

this morning on the phone.

When did you and Rosella

get friendly again?

This morning.

She just all of a sudden called me up

on the telephone.

She said she would quit being mad

if I would.

I said, shucks, I wasn't mad,

she was the one that was mad.

I told her I was plain-spoken

and said exactly what I felt...

and people have to take me as I am

or just leave me alone.

Rosella found out definitely

she can't have any children.

Walk, don't run.

Your mother's pension check

didn't come today.

It's the 18th. I swear it's due.

I just don't understand the government.

Always late.

Rosella was glad to hear

you're working again.

She said she was cleaning some drawers

night before last...

and had come across

some pictures she'd taken...

of you and me

when we started going together.

I said, I don't care to see them.

No, thank you.

Passing of time makes me sad.

Jessie Mae, here's your recipe.

Thank you. Where did you find it?

- In your room.

- In my room?

Yes, ma'am.

Where in my room?

In your dresser drawer. Right-hand side.

- In my dresser drawer?

- Yes, ma'am.

I looked on the top of your dresser,

wasn't there, something told me...

Ludie,

how many times have I asked her never...

to look into my dresser drawers?

You wanted me to find the recipe.

I don't want you to go

into my dresser drawers.

I'd like a little privacy, if you don't mind.

Yes, ma'am.

And don't you ever let me catch you

looking in them again for anything.

I can't stand people snooping

in my dresser drawers.

All right. Next time you just find it yourself!

You pick that recipe up, if you please?

Pick it up yourself.

I have no intention of picking that up!

- You pick that up!

- I won't!

- Mama.

- You will!

For God's sake,

you're both acting like children.

It's 1:
30 in the morning.

- You make her pick that up.

- I won't!

You will! This is my house

and you'll do exactly as you're told!

Oh, now. I hope you're satisfied.

You have got Ludie good and upset.

- He won't sleep for the rest of the night.

- Shut up, up there!

What are you trying to do?

Get him sick again?

- Shut that goddamn radio off!

- You shut up!

You're going too far with me

one of these days, old lady!

- Jessie Mae.

- I can't stand it, Ludie.

I'm at the end of my rope.

I will not take being insulted by your mama

or anyone else! You hear that?

Mama, will you give this recipe

to Jessie Mae?

All right, son.

Mama, will you please tell

Jessie Mae that you're sorry?

- Ludie.

- Please, Mama.

: : : late-night sound, and we'll be right

here with you till dawn:

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Is brought to you by the

Grand Prize Brewing Company of Galveston:

All right.

Grand Prize is the reason why:

What do you want, Ludie?

Mama has something to say to you.

- What is it?

- Jessie Mae, I am sorry...

for throwing the recipe on the floor.

I accept your apology.

Jessie Mae, I know it's hard and all,

but for your own sake...

I sometimes think if you could

ignore certain things...

Ignore?

Why, how can you ignore something...

when it is done right under your very nose?

- Jessie Mae, nobody...

- I know her, Ludie.

She does things just to aggravate me.

Now, you take her hymn singing.

She never starts until I come into a room.

And her pouting?

Why, sometimes she goes...

a whole day just sitting there,

staring out the window.

How would you like to spend

24 hours a day...

shut up with a woman

who either sang hymns...

or looked out the window and pouted?

I'm not saying it's easy, I'm only...

It just keeps me so nervous,

never knowing when I leave...

whether she's gonna run off

to that old town or not.

She's not gonna run off.

She promised us she wouldn't.

Sometimes I think she hides that check...

and I tell you right now,

if it is not here tomorrow...

I am gonna search this house

from top to bottom.

Rosella asked me

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