White Lightning Page #6

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yellow, chicken, thievin' stool-pigeon!

Well, don't worry about it.

I'm gonna be so drunk,

I ain't gonna know the difference.

- You know what?

- What?

You know what she's got on her belly?

What?

Come here.

- She's got a tattoo.

- Tattoo!

What?

What? I said she's got

a tattoo on her belly.

Know what of?

American flag.

- You know what else?

- What?

- Two eagles fightin' a snake.

- Malarkey!

American flag!

I've seen it. It's beautiful.

Didn't Roy tell you about it?

You don't believe me, do you?

No.

- Why don't you go take a look?

- Shoot.

All right, I will.

Hey, come here.

No!

Dammit! Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

Honey, the boys wanna

take a peek at a tattoo.

It ain't gonna hurt nobody.

Come on!

No, no. Come on.

Shove the devil away,

because the devil's tryin' to get you, too.

He's workin' at you. He's workin' with you.

He's against you.

But the Lord's on your side,

so reach out your hand

and put your hand in his hand

and don't let him go.

It pinches the saw.

Hi.

There.

- Where in the hell am I?

- Are you feelin' any better now?

This is Sister Linda Fay

and over here is Annie Lou and Betty Jo,

and Vicky, and I'm Vinnie Carruthers.

You're just prattling.

Everybody out of here, right now.

Go on. Out of here.

That takes care of the devil's harness.

Come on, everybody.

Out of here right now. Shoo. Go on.

Don't you go getting him excited.

He'll tear out all those stitches.

Isn't she wonderful? Praise God!

Where the hell am I?

You're at Sister Linda Fay's

Home For Unwed Mothers.

- No sh*t.

- Lou told us all about you.

Lou here was one of our mothers.

Had a girl.

What would you like for lunch?

Hominy or tapioca?

Tapioca. All right.

Bet that ain't as good as shaky puddin'.

- Is your name McKlusky?

- Jenny, come and feed that baby.

- OK.

- Carol Cray, you come up here, too.

What... what happened to you?

I was tryin' to save

these two buddies of mine from...

...gettin' knocked up by a homosexual.

Praise God.

Here comes little Dude.

- The other son of a b*tch is loose.

- We'll get him.

Couldn't believe it, Maggie.

I swear to God, I just couldn't believe it.

- Good old Dude.

- I told him. I warned him.

Too much wooly booger, JC.

You can't go at it every night, Bear.

You know what?

We ain't been fishin' in a long time.

Why don't we just take a day off

and go fishin'?

Fishin'? Right now my boat

ain't rigged for fishin', Bear.

Dude was a good old boy.

He was just lucky the boys

didn't know what he was doin'.

Listen, Maggie, you

and the little girl need anything,

you just tell me, OK?

Thanks, Roy. That wife of his in Memphis,

she's going to get every cent

of that insurance money.

- You seen that McKlusky fella?

- No, sir, JC. I still ain't seen him.

- Well, you let me know if you do.

- Yes, sir. I sure will.

Respects and condolences

to you, ma'am.

You go to hell.

How long ago was it you were in here?

I don't wanna talk about it.

Mornin'.

- Hello.

- Hi.

- It's a pretty baby.

- Thank you.

- What's his name?

- Jimmy Lee.

Lee's a lot better than Grant.

Would you take the baby in?

I think he's gettin' a little hungry.

- I sure will. Is his bottle on the stove?

- No, it's up in my room coolin'.

You did say your name

was McKlusky, didn't you?

Yeah. Why?

You got a brother named Donny?

- Did you know my brother?

- We was good friends.

We went to school together

down in Auburn.

- I saw it the night when it happened.

- You what?

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have

said anything about that.

- Jesus Christ, you mean...

- I didn't see when he was killed.

I was with him before.

Some of us kids,

we come down from school afterwards.

There was nothing we could do.

Yeah, but why? Why'd it happen?

- What... what did Donny do?

- Nothin'. I mean, nothin' bad.

- We was all just protestin'.

- Protestin'?

What the hell's he got to protest about

in Bogan County?

You protest up north, up in New York.

That's the beauty of it. Don't you see?

It was his idea.

We take the worst county in the state

to hold the demonstration.

- Why?

- You know how Donny was.

No, I don't.

Ten of us come up.

We had this here sit-in.

We was goin' back to school in

the mornin', so we bought a six-pack.

I guess we was makin' too much noise.

The manager called the sheriff.

Pretty soon, there he was.

Donny told him he couldn't do nothin'

'cause he didn't have a search warrant.

The sheriff said he wasn't gonna have

a bunch of damn hippies

stirrin' up folks with all their protestin'

and startin' anything in his county.

And so Donny told him everybody knew

he was nothin' but a fascist pig mother

stealin' the county blind.

Then the sheriff hit him.

Then the deputy grabbed Donny and

one of the other guys and took 'em away.

Next thing we knew, he was dead.

That's it.

You know somethin'?

I just got out of prison.

For runnin' cars, stealin' cars,

runnin' moonshine.

I ain't never...

I ain't never done nothin' good

in my whole life.

And then along come Donny and...

...he's the only one

that ever went to school.

Only one that ever accomplished anything.

Only one who ever did anything

in the whole family.

What the hell does it mean?

Mr McKlusky. Sheriff's out there

askin' about you.

Gator.

Let's go! Come on!

Get in the car! Junior, let's go!

All units. Got a man headin' down the

Jackson road towards Colton. Cut him off.

Stay right on him.

Take a right.

- That's back to town.

- Take a right here.

Get after him.

Dammit!

I'll get a shot at him here.

Get over to the right a little bit, Junior.

Just get it to the right.

Junior, if you lose this thing,

it's comin' out of your paycheck.

Got to ease in the curve, Junior.

- We're gettin' him.

- Now you're gettin' him.

Where in the hell did he go?

Well, get after him, Junior.

I told you. I told you and I told you!

Damn hard-head!

- You OK?

- You see me walking, don't you?

Dammit. When I get my hands on him...!

Way down under

Way down under

There's a place

where every man finds his brother

Way down under

At the back door of hell

is an old rusty bell

And it rings, it rings

Lord, it rings with the sound of thunder...

Damn. The good, they die young.

Way down under

Well, I wonder

In the end you need a friend

or a brother

Way down under

Way down deep in your soul

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