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Venom
I feel great, man.
I get it. You live in an armpit.
What is so wrong with this town, huh?
Besides archaic beliefs
and backward mentality?
Hey, come on, I like it here.
- Sean?
- What?
We're almost drunk.
Can we have a little more booze, please?
- That's all.
- You're the best.
So you're just gonna stare at her
through plate glass all night?
She doesn't want to talk.
- I can tell by her posture.
- Pos...
Did you see that?
Eden.
- Are you OK?
- Yeah.
No, it started raining.
- You and Eric will work everything out.
- Oh, yeah? How's that?
Hm... I have a feeling
for these kind of things.
Have some.
Hey, Ray.
How are you doing tonight?
- All right, I guess.
- Got your order all ready.
Here you go, Ray.
Have a good one.
- That man gives me the weebies.
- It's just a scar, Rachel.
Forget the scar.
It's his eyes, the way he stares you down.
Freaky.
So tell me, is that synthetic leather?
We got it at Lacey's in Baton Rouge.
You got it at Lacey's. I was in Barnes and
Noble. Do not make me part of your felony.
- You stole it?
- Well, I wasn't gonna buy it. It's too ugly.
And I felt bad taking a nice one.
I have a conscience.
- You're still a crook.
- Yeah, a crook with a nice rack.
Don't you think?
You may not want
to pull those out too often.
- Ray!
- What are you doing? Stop!
- Ray! Hey, Ray!
- Tammy!
- Yeah, you like that?
- Tammy! That redneck ain't right.
So long, sucker!
- Come on.
- You're not touching my hair.
What?
You don't trust me? I'm offended.
Mitzi said if I get my license, she'll give me
a chair and I can build up my clientele.
Mitzi will have to die
before you get a clientele.
She rolls around on a stool now, cutting
hair and doing color. It will not be long.
I can wait.
- That's getting embarrassing.
- Tuition, car payment.
Tuition, car payment.
"Who's the scrub on the bike?"
"Oh, that's Dr. Sinclair.
She clips coupons, too."
- Good night, Rachel.
- Good night, Eden.
Eden.
Eden, come on.
- What's going on?
- You broke up with me, Eric.
What are you talking about?
You broke up with me.
I said we should
get serious about me going away.
Yeah, to LSU, not Columbia.
The grants came through.
What was I meant to do?
you applied to Columbia in the first place?
I knew you'd get upset.
Oh, so you'd announce one day, "Oh, by
the way, I'm going to school in New York."
Not Baton Rouge like we'd planned. We
were gonna see each other on weekends.
There is nothing here for me.
I mean, you have your dad's business.
Be realistic.
I'm gonna have to move away.
Listen.
You can't be a doctor here?
I don't want this town.
Are you sure?
Or is it me you don't want?
Great.
Everything OK here?
Actually, Ray, we're kind of in the middle
of something, you know? Private.
- Is this boy giving you trouble?
- No.
No, Ray, it's OK.
We're just talking.
Bridge ain't nowhere to park a car, boy.
- Use some sense.
- Thanks, Ray.
- Jesus!
- Who is it?
- It's Cece's grandmother.
- See what you've done?
- You were on the wrong side of the road.
- Look where your car is!
Both of you just shut up. She just moved.
Miss Emmie, are you OK?
Eric, no!
Ray! Help us!
Get out of the way.
- I'll take hold of her and pass her off, OK?
- OK.
It's OK. I got you.
The suitcase.
The suitcase, please.
You must... Oh, please...
Please... you must...
- It's OK. It's OK.
- You must...
You must...
OK. It's OK.
It's gonna be OK.
It's gonna be OK.
- What are you doing?
- Give me a second.
- Come on, Ray. Get the hell out of the car.
- It's OK, kid.
Please, just stay...
Ray!
Ray! No!
Ray! Ray!
- No!
- Eric, no!
F***!
Oh, my God.
Get me up to speed.
What's going on?
Junior and the man got him out.
But they can't do much
about the car until the tide drops.
Jesus.
Something got a hold of him good
down there.
Messed him up real bad.
Damn swamp's full of snakes.
Check this out.
They retrieved it from the car.
What is that?
Some kind of Veve.
Old-time Creole.
My granddaddy
Keep you up nights.
Look here. I want this bridge secured
and this road cleared.
Hold on, now.
My day off started two hours ago.
- How am I supposed to tow a tow truck?
- Goddammit, boy, hop to it.
Sh*t.
It was an accident, Eric.
They're both dead.
I should have gone in.
I should have tried to save him.
So what?
That you could have drowned too?
I should have done something.
Sheriff!
- Was there a suitcase?
- I'm sorry, child?
Was there a suitcase in the car?
Yeah, there was.
We pulled it out. It was empty.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Cece, are you OK?
- What happened?
- It was an accident.
What happened to Ray?
They said he was in the car.
The car went in the water.
He drowned.
Is that true?
Either that or the swamp snakes got him.
We don't know for sure.
Oh, my God.
I need to go to my grandma's house.
- Take me to my grandma's house.
- You don't want to be there alone.
Please, please. My dad, he's in Biloxi.
He'll be there till Sunday.
Can you please just take me
to my grandmother's house?
All right. I'll take you.
Snakes.
I'm telling you.
I don't know, some damn swamp snakes
chewed his ass up.
I swear to Jesus. It's a mess.
I ain't seen nothing like this
since old man Hardy died in that mill fire.
Hold on a second.
Sorry about that.
He had a death rattle.
Well, Hank don't get in
till noon tomorrow.
I'm sorry, honey pie.
Yeah, me too.
Bye, girl.
Bye.
Jesus Christ.
Four years out of the academy
and he's giving me this bullshit.
Jesus!
Sh*t!
The sheriff is gonna have my ass...
You done with that tow truck?
The sheriff's asking for you.
Not now, b*tch.
Pain in the butt.
Hey!
All right, now.
Who's in here?
Sh*t.
All right, now.
This is Deputy Darrell Turner.
I want whoever's out here...
to show themselves.
Oh, sh*t!
- Give me the sheriff.
- Turner. Where you at. Boy?
Betty, just do what I say.
- Honey, how are you?
- I'm fine.
How'd you sleep?
Oh, thank God you're OK.
- What can I get you? Are you hungry?
- No. I'm OK, thank you.
- Coffee?
- Sure.
- New York?
- Yeah.
That sucks. Have you ever been there?
The place smells.
I don't know what's going on with her.
She's changed.
- It started when her dad got sick.
- Well, she needs to get over that sh*t.
- About last night...
- Yeah, what?
- I'm sorry, you know.
- Will you stop with that, please?
Look around.
The world's a better place without that guy.
Come on, this has got to upset you.
No. He was nothing to me, all right?
I mean, I didn't even speak two words
to this guy in my entire life.
He's a redneck piece of sh*t, he got
my mom drunk, and he left her pregnant.
That doesn't make him my father.
Jesus.
You know, the guy's dead.
When is this town
I mean, are you sure it was Ray's tow
truck? Not a pickup, an SUV, a Miata?
There's no mistaking that truck.
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