Wise Blood Page #7

I- It's like one of them nory stories...

that some people have quit doin'.

Like boiling in oil

or being a saint or walling up cats.

Th-There's no reason to it.

People have quit doin' it.

They... - They ain't quit doin' it...

as long as I'm doin' it.

People have quit doin' it.

What do you do it for?

I ain't cl-clean.

I know it.

You got blood on that shirt...

and in the bed.

That ain't the kind of clean.

There's only one kind of clean,

Mr. Motes.

You can't see.

I wouldn't be surprised

if you wasn't some kind of a...

agent of the pope or...

g- got some connection

with somethin'funny.

The way you live,

Mr. Motes, is terrible.

You-You might as well be

one of them monks.

You might as well live in a... -

in a monkery.

It's not good for you, Mr. Motes.

I ain't arguing with you about this.

Hear that wind, Mr. Motes?

It's fortunate for you to have this...

warm place to be and...

somebody to take care of you.

Every blind and sick man

isn't so fortunate as to...

have somebody that cares for him.

Let me tell you, Mr. Motes...

few men are as fortunate as you.

But I... - I can't keep climbin'

up and down those stairs.

It wears me out.

I've been thinkin'of what

we could do about it.

I know you like it here,

and you don't want to leave this house...

and you're a sick man and need somebody

to take care of you, beside being blind.

So I been thinkin'

how we could arranne it so...

you could have a home

and somebody to take care of you and...

I wouldn't have to

go up and down those stairs.

I've been thinkin; and...

I see only one thing

for you and me to do.

Get married.

I- I cannot allow you...

to stay under no other circumstances.

Mr. Motes?

What are you d-dressing for?

You don't want to go out

in this weather.

Nobody should be without

a place of their own, and...

I'm offering you a home... -

a place here with me...

a place you can always

stay, Mr. Motes...

and never worry yourself about.

I got a place for you in my heart,

Mr. Motes.

I don't want a thing

but to help you...

and if we don't help each other,

there's nobody to help us.

Nobody.

The world's a empty place, Mr. Motes.

You got nobody

to take care of you but me.

Nobody care if you live or die but me.

No place to be but mine.

Or were you thinking about finding you

another rooming house?

Maybe you were thinking about

going to some other city.

No. That ain't where I'm goin'.

There ain't no other house.

There ain't no other city.

There's nothin', Mr. Motes.

And time goes forward.

It don't go backward.

Unless you take what's offered you...

you'll... - you'll find yourself

out in the cold pitch black, and...

just how far you think you'll get?

You needn't return to a place

you don't value, Mr. Motes.

The door won't be open to ya.

I want the police.

Get me the police.

Hey. What's that over there?

Aren't we looking for one

in a blue suit?

Blind and not a blue suit.

His suit ain't blue.

Yes, it is blue.

You think he's dead?

Ask him.

Hey, you. No, he's not dead. He's movin'.

Maybe he's just unconscious.

Uh, is it day or night?

It's day. We've gotta

take you back to pay your rent.

I'm... - I'm goin' where I'm goin'.

We not to take you back anyway.

Got to pay your rent first... -

every bit of it.

Oh.

- Is this your man?

- That's him.

We found him down by

the railroad trestle.

In here.

I thank you.

Well, Mr. Motes,

I see you've come home.

I knew you'd be back,

and I've been waitin' for ya.

You can have it any way you like... -

upstairs or down...

just however you want it... -

and me to wait on you.

If you want to go on somewhere...

we'll both go.

Won't we, Mr. Motes?

Mr. Motes?

Mr. Motes?

Mr. Motes?

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