Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri Page #2

straight, I'll say that for ya.

There's something else, Mildred.

I got cancer.

- I'm dying.

- I know it.

Huh?

I know it. Most everybody in town knows it.

Then you still putting

up those billboard?

Well, they wouldn't be as

effective after you croak, right?

Well looky looky,

if it ain't the instigator of this whole

goddam affair in the first place...

I didn't instigate sh*t, Dixon...

Playing pool against the town midget.

He's right, Red, you are playing

pool against the town midget.

Well he's a cop, y'know, he's observant.

You know, I always disliked you, Red,

ever since you was a snotty little child,

which you still look like.

A snotty little child.

Well that's unfortunate.

I always thought you was great.

Even your name, 'Red Welby'.

Even your name I disliked.

Well... okay.

Like you was some kind of a

goddam Communist or something,

- and proud of it.

- No,

it's cos I got red hair.

Do you know what they do to

fagots down in Cuba, Welby?

Wow, that's left-field...

No, what do they do to

fagots down in Cuba, Dixon?

They kill 'em!

Which, it might surprise you

to learn, I am against.

I'm not sure if they do kill

fagots down in Cuba, Dixon.

I know Cuba's human rights

record is pretty deplorable

when it comes to homosexuality,

but killing 'em?

Are you sure you ain't thinking of Wyoming?

Always with the smart-ass...

- Jesus.

He's quite good, isn't he?

Willoughby's a good man. Hey look at me.

Hey look at me.

I'm talking nice to you now, am I?

I'm talking nice to you.

He shouldn't have this be the

only thing he thinks about,

the last months left to him.

The last months what?

Oh. You didn't know.

Yeah. Pancreatic.

I'm up next

if any of you ole ladies ever quit yakking.

- Rude.

- Hey Mildred.

Saw you on TV the other day.

- Oh yeah?

- Yeah, you looked good.

I mean, y'know,

you came across really good,

in the things you were saying.

I didn't think you came across really

good in the things you were saying.

I thought you came across stupid-ass.

Ain't it about time you got

home to your momma, Dixon?

No it ain't time I got home to my momma.

I told her I was gonna be

out 'til twelve. Actually.

Jesus!

Me versus. You, Mildred!

Hey Robbie? I think that midget

wants to get in my pants...

Father Montgomery.

Mildred. I'm sorry for

calling on you so late, but.

I must say Robbie's been

the consummate host.

Despite his having, he was just telling

me, something of a tricky day at school.

Oh, no, just some of the guys

on the team was giving me crap.

Crap about what?

About the billboards, Mildred.

Which is, uh, kind of what I've

come to have a word with you about,

Oh. Proceed.

I know how hard it's been for you, Mildred,

this past year. We all do.

And if there's ever anything that you need,

we'll be there for you. Always.

But the town also knows what kind

of a man William Willoughby is.

And the town is dead set against

these billboards of yours.

Took a poll, did ya, Father?

You know Mildred, If you hadn't

stopped coming to church,

you'd had a little bit more understanding

of the depth of people's feelings.

I had more than a dozen people

come up to me on Sunday.

So, yes, I took a poll.

Everybody is with you...

about Angela.

Nobody is with you about this.

Y'know what I was thinking about today?

I was thinking 'bout

those street gangs they

got in Los Angeles, the

Crips and the Bloods?

I was thinking about that

buncha new laws they

came up with, in the

1980's I think it was,

to combat those street-gangs,

those Crips and those Bloods.

And, if I remember rightly, the gist

of what those new laws were saying was

if you join one of these gangs,

and you're running with 'em,

and down the block from you one

night, unbeknownst to you,

one of your fellow Crips, or your fellow

Bloods, shoot up a place, or stab a guy,

well, even though you didn't

know nothing about it,

even though you may've

just been standing on

a streetcorner minding

your own business,

what these new laws said was

you are still culpable.

You are still culpable, by

the very act of joining

those Crips, or those

Bloods, in the first place.

Which got me thinking, Father,

that whole type of situation is kinda

like your Church boys, ain't it?

You've got your colors,

you've got your clubhouse,

you're, for want of a better word, a gang.

And if you're upstairs smoking

a pipe and reading a bible

while one of your fellow gang members is

downstairs f***ing an altar boy then,

Father, just like the Crips,

and just like the Bloods,

you're culpable.

Cos you joined the gang, man.

And I don't care if you never did sh*t

or never saw sh*t or never heard sh*t.

You joined the gang.

You're culpable.

And when a person is culpable

to altar-boy-f***ing, or

anykinda-boy-f***ing,

I know you guys didn't

really narrow it down,

, then they kinda forfeit the right

to come into my house and say

anything about me, or my life, or

my daughter, or my billboards.

So, why don't you just

finish your tea there,

Father, and get the

f*** outta my kitchen.

But thanks for coming up anyway, Father.

How you been feeling, Bill?

Oh, like I got cancer in a major organ.

Well I just want you to know, we're all on

your side about this Mildred Hayes thing...

If I have to hear that one

more f***ing time...!

I'm done with this sh*t. I

can't waste my life waiting.

Stop reading f***ing comics and

Get me the file on the Hayes case.

The Angela Hayes case or

the Mildred Hayes case?

There is no Mildred Hayes case.

We've had two official complaints

about the billboards, so, actually...

From who?

A lady with a funny eye...

and a fat dentist.

Give me the file on the Angela Hayes case.

A lady with a funny f***ing eye,

Jesus Christ.

Late night?

No.

Lay off that Welby guy.

Or you'll do what?

Or I'll kick your f***ing Momma's teeth in.

No you won't.

Who told ya I was laying on him anyway?

The midget?

What the f*** are you talking about?!

I'm trying to f***ing concentrate!

F***ing midgets!

What are you looking for, anyway?

There's nothing to look for.

I don't know what it is.

This feels like it's kinda waggling.

Well if it's waggling it's gonna

have to come out.

Ain't you gonna have a look at it first?

It's gonna have to come out.

Uh, can I get a little

Novocaine, there, Doc?

Give it a couple minutes.

I just wanted to say...

There's a lotta good friends

of Bill Willoughby in this town, Mrs.

Hayes,

No! Ouch! Stop it! No, god!

Goddamit.

Then why don't you tell those

good friends of Bill Willoughby

to tell him to go do his

f***ing job, fat boy.

Hey there, Mildred!

You didn't happen to pay a visit

to the dentist today, did ya?

- No.

- Huh?

I Said 'No'.

Oh. So it wasn't you who drilled

a little hole in one of

big fat Geoffrey's big fat thumbnails, no?

Of course not.

- Huh.

- I said Of course not.

You drilled a hole in the dentist?

No, Denise, I didn't.

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