White Lightning Page #4

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Good old boy like him. Fought in the war,

like his daddy before him.

He says if the government keeps

dogging him about moonshine,

he'd as soon turn communist

and be a Chinaman.

I believe that old boy'd do it, too.

Another day, another quarter.

What did you do with all that money

you got for singing lessons?

That isn't fair. I was imitating that old lady

I was telling you about up on the float.

We was up on the float, too.

They even took pictures.

In the Bogan County Star.

Maybe you saw those pictures?

We had to dive in the water

and go from one side to the other side.

Whoever got to the other side first

won fine gifts:
hair goods...

Wasn't it around here

where those people were drowned?

- This where them two boys was drowned?

- Just past the point.

- What boys are you talking about?

- Never mind.

Anyway, I could have won

that race, right, Roy?

But Bonnie Rae Slocum grabbed

the back of my bra and held on to me.

It might have changed our life if I'd won.

Roy would be an engineer

if he'd just gone on to school.

Ever since we were going steady

I wanted him to study engineering.

We could have had children and a home

and a house and everything nice.

If you keep running that white lightning,

you're gonna get caught, sent to prison...

Shoot, it'd just be probation.

There ain't nobody gonna turn me in, hon.

- First time's probation.

- Second time.

You already had your probation

that time up in Crescent County.

- That don't count. I was 16 years old.

- It does too count!

- Shoot.

- It does. Doesn't it count?

What's the matter with you?

You two are more fun

than going to an all-night dentist.

Sowing in the morning

sowing seeds of kindness

Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve

Waiting for the harvest

and the time for reaping

We shall come rejoicing...

What you always writing

in that little book about?

- I'm writing the story of my life, darlin'.

- Yeah?

- Am I in it?

- You're working on it.

The first little old boy I ever took out

in back of the corn crib,

he wasn't but nine years old.

Nine years old?

I was reading this magazine article

the other day.

It said your average girl doesn't start

even playing with herself till she's 12.

I was early.

I sure admire them folks.

Bought 'em a damn organ

outta that whiskey money. How about that?

Hey, Roy.

- You better pop, Gator.

- Remember what I said.

- What'd she say?

- I gave him my recipe for shaky puddin'.

- Shaky puddin'?

- He said he'd like to try some.

Hey, bubba. Keep that door open, boy.

Bring it inside, Roy.

What are you thinkin' about?

Shaky puddin'.

Gonna try some?

I'm thinkin' about it.

Gator, I don't believe

in foolin' around none. Never did.

If you want it, just say so. If you don't...

- What about Roy?

- He's not gonna be watchin' us, is he?

- I hope not.

- Keep the fires burnin'. See you.

Roy's runnin' a little late tonight, ain't he?

Who's that new guy

he's got runnin' with him?

African trip?

Blank, blank, F, A, blank, blank.

Put that crossword puzzle down, see

if you can act like an officer of the law.

Safari. S-A-F-A-R-I.

Pretty soon there'll be

more guns than people.

- Why should anybody want a gun?

- To protect themselves.

If we'd stuck it out,

we could have got us one of them.

I'm gonna get me one like that,

honey-bun, just like that.

- I wanna protect myself.

... TV violence, movies, the whole bit.

I wouldn't know what to do

with a gun if I had one.

- That's a typical female statement.

- Are you attacking females now?

The army goes round busting people for

smoking dope and then they kill them.

- Do y'all go to school round here?

- No. Do you?

- No, I'm out of school.

- We need a woman president.

If they elected a woman president,

there wouldn't be any more wars.

You don't believe me? You know the name

of that stuff they put in hot dogs?

No, I don't know. Y'all know anybody

who goes out to Horacebee College?

No, we're from Dowton Junior College.

- Do you have people from Horacebee?

- I used to.

Let's go.

Cradle-robber.

What were you talking to them about?

- Trying to hustle up a hippy chick?

- Yeah.

Why you talkin' to them draft-dodging,

pot-smoking sons of b*tches?

They don't know nothin'.

All they do is cause dissension.

Ain't never worked a day in their lives.

Must be 50 of 'em. If it was up to me,

I'd shoot 'em all.

Bringing in the sheaves

Bringing in the sheaves

Bringing in the sheaves

Bringing in the sheaves

We shall come rejoicing

Bringing in the sheaves

Bringing in the sheaves...

Bringing in the sheaves

We shall come rejoicing

Bringing in the sheaves

Bringing in the sheaves

Hey.

- Mornin'.

- Mornin'.

Mornin'.

- Would you like a bite?

- Uh-huh.

Come on up here and get it.

Where's Roy?

He's inside. Sleeping.

- You do that all by yourself?

- All by myself. Just for you.

Mm-hm.

- You like that?

- Beats prison cookin'.

- You was in prison?

- Mm-hm.

Doin' my time.

- You know what?

- What?

I wanna thank you

from the bottom

of my worthless, horny little soul.

I believe that.

- How long was you in for?

- Four years.

How come is you out?

Ow!

'Cause they got tired of me.

If you keep runnin' that white liquor, you're

just gonna go right back in there again.

Not this boy.

- Tell you what.

- What?

You come on in here and wash my back,

I'll buy you a new dress come pay-day.

- A new dress?

- Mm-hm.

Sh.

Lou?

Lou!

Damn people wanderin' off.

Now I know why they call you Gator.

I have a signed affidavit here.

Against my client who was issued...

JC.

There it is. Ben Fairfield got that

out of the CID section.

Dude Watson and some stool-pigeon

they turned loose out of state prison.

- You better start backtracking.

- Dude?

It's there in black and white. The federals

have got him over a barrel on taxes.

- Taxes.

- They're after you, boy.

- Turnin' a man against his own people...

- It don't matter to them.

Washington DC's a damn dictator.

They're gonna integrate our schools,

get all our coloureds to vote,

they're gonna send all those long-haired

smart-alec hippies down here.

What would we be doing if Ben Fairfield

wasn't sittin' up there pulling strings?

Living in Russia.

That's what you might as well be doing.

Miss Martha, excuse us.

I'm liable to get heated.

- Watch your blood pressure.

- Yes, ma'am.

Communism, Harvey, that's what it is.

That's plain and simple.

That is plain as the nose on your face.

The communists.

That's what he said.

Destroy from the inside.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna get mean, Harvey.

You don't understand. It can't be

the way it was. It cannot be the way it was.

Don't you know there are times

that your learned opinion

is about as useless as tits on a boar hog?

You know who them

hog-huggers are, man? Feds.

I want 'em out of here

and this whole mess over with.

- How you doin', McKlusky?

- All right.

Have you got anything for us?

No, not yet.

When?

- I don't know.

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