Ulee's Gold Page #4

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But you gotta keep calm...

and don't panic when they sting...

'cause...

they don't mean nothing by it.

And you made this all by yourself?

No sweat.

I can make you a new one tomorrow,

if you want.

That'd be real nice.

That's the tupelo swamp.

And that's what Ulee does...

when he goes out to those bees.

Okay, so what do I do?

- Go to bed.

- Give me a break, Ulee.

This side, then.

Put the empties back

into the supers and...

stack 'em against the wall.

Damn, Jimmy.

You said you never saw the bank money.

That's what I told everybody...

except Helen.

How could you have gotten

your hands on all that cash...

without Eddie and Ferris knowing?

It was one of them armored vans.

They don't usually carry bank deliveries.

Eddie and Ferris looked in the usual

places and found what they expected.

While they were dealing with the guards...

I spotted an unmarked bag

and threw it in my trunk.

I didn't really mean to keep it all,

but when we got split up and...

I got caught...

Damn. How could she tell 'em?

How could she be such an idiot?

She was in terrible shape, Jimmy.

I can't even think about

what she might've been through.

There's supposed to be payment for this.

You've got to tell the law, son.

There's gotta be some way.

Not all this time, this sh*t.

Eddie meant it.

Eddie's a coward.

Not with Ferris around, he's not.

They'll come after the girls.

- They'll come after all of us.

- You gotta get rid of 'em.

You're a big jungle fighter,

for God's sake.

They ain't worth sh*t.

Kill 'em. You'll be doing

the world a big favor.

I didn't hear that, Jimmy.

When Eddie called, I...

I had an idea this was what it was about.

Oh, f***!

You know your yard near Blood Springs?

Right under your nose the whole time.

It's in a cooler...

under the old truck cab out in the swamp.

I used silicon, duct tape.

Should be bone-dry.

Look under a board wedged

under the driver's side door.

What a mess.

You gonna be okay?

Save us all.

Wish us luck.

- Speak to me.

- Eddie, this is Ulee Jackson.

Jimmy told me I should let you know

we had our conversation...

and delivery's under way.

I knew it!

Goddamn fantastic!

Hello? Hello, Ulee? You still there?

Yeah, I'm afraid so, Eddie.

I'm still gonna need a couple of days.

I can be down there Saturday,

like we said.

No funny stuff, all right, Mr. Jackson?

No, Eddie, no funny stuff. I gotta go.

We'll see you Saturday with the money?

You bet.

How are you feeling?

Not so good.

Do you need some food or something to eat?

A glass of water would be nice,

just out of the faucet.

Jimmy used to drink like that.

How's he doing?

He's holding.

Thanks.

Thank you...

for getting me out of Orlando...

bringing me home.

I'm afraid we're not over Orlando yet.

- What do you mean?

- The money from the holdup.

Eddie and Ferris have found out

that Jimmy had it after all.

I'm supposed to bring it

to them this weekend.

This is my fault, isn't it?

They got me thinking

they knew about it all along.

They acted like they knew

the money was hid.

They knew Jimmy didn't tell me where.

They talked about how when Jimmy

got out, we'd all go to Mexico together.

God, I'm so stupid.

If they hadn't found me,

they would never have known.

God, Ulee, I'm sorry.

Don't fret, Helen.

That's no kind of secret to have to keep.

What are you gonna do?

Give them the money.

Eddie and Ferris are crazy...

and there's no telling what the law

might make of Jimmy and all that cash.

Damn it, Ulee, I was counting on

30 drums of tupelo.

Eighteen's all I can manage.

At least you got the bakery grade.

I can get that anytime.

You've never let me down before, Ulee.

Stuff's come up, Chance.

If you still want it, the rest of

the tupelo will be ready next week.

- I'll let you know.

- You do that, Chance.

I'll be damned. In all these years.

Don't you want a receipt?

Oh, yeah. Where is it?

You okay?

Why?

No reason.

I'll call.

Thanks for this.

- How's it going? Can I help?

- What's that?

Carry a bag.

No, that's okay. I can manage.

Tough Man Jackson

carries his own groceries.

No. Really, Connie, I can do it.

Are you a pure chauvinist gentleman,

or are you afraid I'll expect a tip?

No, Connie.

I'm so turned around, I've forgotten

how to deal with new things...

new feelings...

new people.

You are almost a good man,

Ulee Jackson, but you try too hard.

Tell Helen if she needs anything, call me.

- You don't have a TV?

- It broke.

No TV...

and no guns.

I thought I had till Saturday.

I was supposed to meet you downstate.

We thought we'd pay you a visit instead.

Who's the lady?

No one.

She rents from us across the street.

Actually, Eddie, it's a relief to see you.

Now we can get this whole thing over with.

Where's your car?

- Didn't notice it outside.

- It's out behind Cy's Garage.

We thought it'd be safer there.

Don't tell 'em anything.

They're full of crap.

Ain't she a peach, Eddie?

Just like her mom.

You're a**holes

for what you did to my mom!

We didn't do it all, honey,

but we do know a thing or two.

Ferris, hurt any one of them...

and you won't get a damn thing.

Leave it alone, Ferris.

Now, Mr. Jackson...

you can see that we have got to get

Ferris's mind out of the gutter.

- Where's the money?

- One of my beeyards.

I'll have to take you in my pickup.

You couldn't find it.

And to think we owe it all to Helen.

Gracias, Helen, for letting

the cat out of the bag.

You're a sh*t.

I had to find out.

I had a right.

And now, Mr. Jackson, let's go.

- Ferris, stay put. We'll be back soon.

- Can't do it, Eddie.

- What do you mean, you can't do it?

- Like you said...

Ferris needs distracting.

He comes with us.

Let me just beat it out of him.

I don't like his uppity attitude.

What the hell? We'll all go.

Ferris, take care of the phone.

You got any duct tape, Mr. Jackson?

You bet.

I'm sorry about this, Helen.

I'm sorry about a whole lot of things.

Let's go, Mr. Jackson.

Get that light.

Dumb dog. Let us right in.

He has a trusting soul.

- I'll get a flashlight in the shop.

- I got one in my car.

- What the f*** are you doing?

- Faulty return spring.

Don't worry, Eddie.

You're not getting any trouble from me.

I f***ing sure hope not.

What's going on, Buckshot?

Where are the bees?

Their summer site. This here's for tupelo.

Always seemed like a stupid business,

messing with bees.

Shine the light down there.

That's it.

Jimmy says it's hidden behind the board

wedged under the driver's side door.

Ya-hoo.

Get down there and see what we got.

This is disgusting.

Then be quick about it.

Watch out for water moccasins.

No sh*t.

You serious?

- Maybe we should wait.

- Don't go trying to spook us.

I'm in charge here.

Ferris, just get the damn thing!

All right.

I wouldn't lift a finger

to protect that money.

That's real good, Mr. Jackson.

How're we doing, Ferris?

Hang on.

- Seems like an old cooler.

- That'd be it.

It's wedged in mighty tight, though.

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