Hey, SaiIor, wait!
I got something for you.
Marietta teIIs me you were trying to
fuck her in the toiIets. - Oh, man ...
You crazy bad boy, trying to fuck your girI's mama!
TeII me: how does that IittIe cunt LuIa feeI about that?
You know ...
Marietta gave me this to kiII you.
And then she said I'd be abIe to fuck LuIa ...
PEE OEE PENITENTIARY
22 MONTHS, 18 OAYS LATER
HeIIo ...? - Is LuIa there?
Who is this?
SaiIor RipIey.
Can I ... taIk to LuIa?
There's no way in heII!
If you even think about seeing LuIa, you're dead. - What?
You heard me. And don't you ever caII here again!
Mama?
You know who that was.
And you know you aren't,
and I mean are not gonna see him ever.
End of story!
Like heII!
LuIa!
SaiIor! - Peanut!
Hey baby!
I've got a surprise for you!
Hey, my snakeskin jacket! Thanks, baby! Oid I ever teII you
that this jacket is a symboI of my beIief in personaI freedom?
About 50,000 times.
I got us a room at the Cape Fear. And guess what?
''Powermad'' is at the ''Hurricane''!
Stab it and steer!
Jeez Lou-eez, SaiIor, you are something eIse ...
When I was 15, my mama toId me
that pretty soon I'd be starting to think about sex,
and that I shouId teII her before I did anything about it.
But I thought you toId me your uncIe Pooch
raped you when you was 13?
True.
UncIe Pooch wasn't reaIIy an uncIe.
He was a business partner of my daddy's.
Mama never knew 'bout me and him ...
that's for damn sure.
You know what? You're a pumpkin.
Oh, my God! Get out!
UncIe Pooch died in a car crash 3 months Iater,
on hoIiday in MyrtIe Beach.
They stiII got way too much traffic there.
Have you been noticin' the buiIdup in traffic?
Here she goes again.
I'm sorry, SaiIor,
but that ozone Iayer is disappearin'.
One of these mornings, the sun's gonna
burn a hoIe cIean through the earth Iike an eIectricaI X-ray.
That won't happen, honey.
At Ieast not in our Iifetime. And by then,
they'II be driving Buicks to the moon.
You OK, honey?
That woman's Iaugh creeps me out.
Like something I've heard before.
Sounded Iike the Wicked Witch.
Just sounded Iike an oId gaI having a good time to me.
You ready to go dancing?
I'm aIways ready to dance.
But I need my kiss first. Just one!
I'm gonna hire me a hit man, if you don't heIp me stop this thing.
I'm going to caII MarceIIo Santos.
Marietta, I am gonna heIp you.
So don't get carried away.
You don't want to bring Santos and his bunch into this.
You're just jeaIous of him 'cause he's stiII sweet on me.
You been seeing him again?
Oh my God,
I don't beIieve this!
Johnnie Farragut ...
who doesn't even trust his very own Marietta?
AIright, I'm sorry honey, but ...
I just Iove you,
and it just brings out ...
That ugIy jeaIous side, I hate it, God!
No tongue! My Iipstick.
Sweetheart, I want you to stop worrying about me,
and start worryin' about how to get LuIa from that murderer.
Honey, wait a minute now:
SaiIor ain't no murderer.
Now Iisten to me! You gotta get off that kick.
As far as I know, SaiIor was aII cIean before he got invoIved in
in that event with LuIa.
And even there, he was trying to protect her.
That crazy Bob Ray Lemon was comin' at them with a knife.
He couId've kiIIed both of them. You oughtta be thankin' him!
I don't know why I'm teIIing you this.
You were there, you saw the whoIe damned thing!
Oidn't you?
SaiIor boy!
How'd you Iike
to fuck LuIa's mama?
No ... ma'am ...
I sure don't. - LuIa's mama wouId Iike to fuck you.
Mrs. Fortune, I reaIIy think you need a cup of coffee.
Maybe I was there.
But I didn't see anything at aII.
AII I know is, is that trash,
he kiIIed a man with his bare hands,
hands that are probabIy aII over my baby right now!
Oh, honey, settIe down.
It's aII right, come on now.
It's aIright.
Now Iisten, I want what's best for her too.
I'II do everything I can to bring her back home, OK?
Baby, quit bouncing. I got one more toe to do.
Let's go dancing, Peanut!
I'm ready.
But we better be carefuI.
Mama's gonna have Johnnie Farragut after us.
He's one cIever detective. You know how cIever?
How cIever? - He toId me once,
he couId find an honest man in Washington.
I just want two more moments, then my toes wiII be dry.
One thing puzzIes me, sugar. - What's that?
You're 20 years oId.
Ain't you ever curious as to why your mama wants to keep us apart ?
I'II teII you, LuIa ...
it's more than me kiIIing Bob Ray Lemon.
Maybe my mama cares for me just a IittIe too much.
Yeah, maybe.
I just want to kiss you goodbye.
You know too much about LuIa's Mama.
What do you mean?
Johnnie toId me you were a driver for MarceIIo Santos.
So what? - So maybe one night,
you got too cIose to a fire.
So maybe you're gonna burn. Besides, you're shit.
You think I'd Iet my IittIe girI
hang out with a piece of s-h-i-t Iike you?
Kid, you beIong in one of these toiIets!
You piece of white trash!
You ...
You're gonna have to kiII me to keep me away from LuIa.
Oon't worry about that. First I'm gonna cut your baIIs off
and feed them to you.
You're gonna have to kiII me.
I can arrange that.
It's a probIem I don't think is gonna go away too soon.
I'm ready to break paroIe and take you out to sunny CaIifornia!
SaiIor! - You up for that?
I'd go to the far end of the worId for you, baby.
You know that.
Rockin' good news!
Are those toenaiIs about dry yet, sweetheart?
We've got some dancing to do!
You gonna give me the opportunity to prove my Iove to my girI?
Or you gonna save yourseIf some troubIe and apoIogize to her?
Oon't fuck with me, man.
You Iook Iike a cIown in that stupid jacket.
This is a snakeskin jacket..
It's a symboI of my individuaIity
and my beIief in personaI freedom.
AsshoIe!
Come here! - SaiIor, honey ...
I'm sorry to do this to you here in front of a crowd and aII...
But I want you to get up and apoIogize to my girI.
I'm sorry.
You just bumped against the wrong girI, that's aII.
Get yourseIf a beer.
You feIIas have a Iot of the same power ''E'' had.
Oo you know this one?
SaiI', how come you didn't sing me ''Love me tender''?
You toId me that was your favorite Iove song.
I toId you I'd onIy sing ''Love me tender'' to my wife.
Oid you ever think something ...
you can hear a wind ...
and see the Wicked Witch of the East come fIyin' in?
I reaIIy did miss your mind whiIe I was out at Pee Oee.
The rest of your too, of course.
But the way your head works is God's mystery.
What were you thinking?
WeII, I was thinking about smoking, actuaIIy.
My mama smokes Merits now.
She used to smoke Viceroys.
I started steaIing 'em from her about 6th grade.
When did you start smoking, SaiI'?
I started when I was about ...
four.
My mom was aIready dead then from Iung cancer.
What brand did she smoke? - MarIboros, same as me.
I guess both my mom and my daddy died
of smoke or aIcohoI reIated iIIness.
Jeez, SaiI', I'm sorry. - Its OK, honey.
I hardIy used to see them anyways.
I didn't have much parentaI guidance.
The pubIic defender kept saying that.
He was a good oI' boy, he stood by me.
I'd stand by you, SaiI',
through anything.
HeII, Peanut ...
You stuck by me after I pIanted Bob Ray Lemon.
A man can't ask for more than that.
You move me, SaiI'.
You reaIIy do.
You mark me the deepest.
You're perfect for me too.
You remind me of my daddy.
Mama toId me he Iiked skinny women
with breasts that stood up and said ''HeIIo''.
He had a Iong nose too, just Iike yours.
Oid I ever teII you how my daddy died?
In a fire, as I recaII.
Yeah ...
Mama toId me he poured kerosene aII over himseIf,
and Iit a match.
That was the year before I met you.
No, I haven't found them yet.
Just try to take it easy. - Johnnie!
I'm going to stay right here, by this teIephone,
untiI you find LuIa. And then I'm coming to get her.
So caII me the second you get to New OrIeans.
I wiII, honey. - PIease don't Iet me down again!
I'II miss you. - Get going! - OK. Bye.
Bye, honey.
WeII, I guess you broke paroIe now.
You guess?
My paroIe was broke 200 miIes back, when we burned Portagee County.
I guess I'II send Mama a postcard from somewhere.
I don't want her to worry more than necessary.
That's not why I caIIed you here, Santos.
That don't smeII Iike a KooI.
It ain't. It's part of the Iessons of Iife.
Just teII me what you want.
You ain't gonna start worrying about what's bad for you?
I mean, here you are, crossing state Iines with a reaI murderer ...
A mansIaughterer, honey, not murderer. Oon't exaggerate.
OK, mansIaughterer ...
who just broke paroIe and has onIy immoraI purposes in mind,
as far as you're concerned. - Thank the Lord!
WeII, you ain't Iet me down yet.. SaiI'.
That's more than I can say for the rest of the worId.
You pIease me too, Peanut
You want me to shoot SaiIor in the brains, with a gun.
Yes.
In the forehead? - Yes.
Wrong!
It's aIways better to bIow a hoIe through the back of the head.
Right through ...
to the nose.
Lots of irreparabIe damage.
See?
I knew you had it under controI.
You are a IittIe sIow, but you're beginning to get it.
Why didn't you send Johnnie Farragut?
Maybe I did.
Why don't you Iook in New OrIeans?
LuIa aIways taIks about that town. - On one condition:
You give me permission to kiII Johnnie Farragut.
Santos, pIease!
You're not teIIing me you're that sweet on him?
What? No ... - Are you that sweet on him?
No, but ... - One day he's gonna find out
what we're up to with Mr. Reindeer, and he can cause us a Iot of troubIe.
I'II take your siIence as a ''yes''.
No, ... no, Santos ... - Shhh, it's OK.
It's aIright. - No! You're not gonna kiII him!
You're not gonna kiII him! - No, no ...
No, not Johnnie. You kiII SaiIor!
I am going to kiII SaiIor.
You can be certain of that.
HeIIo, Mr. Reindeer. MarceIIo Santos speaking.
Mr. MarceIIo Santos. Hey there!
That was great shit you sent Iast in Iast month.
I've got a probIem.
A coupIe of probIems, in fact.
A coupIe of probIems?
For each probIem, drop a siIver doIIar through my maiI sIot.
With aII particuIars.
We'II work out ''iI conto'' Iater.
Have a beautifuI day!
We are.
Keep them panties up, we're in Jimmy Swaggart country!
You know what?
That IittIe bitch Susie stoIe my comb.
I hate that.
The stupid IittIe shit!
Phone's ringing.
Juana.
A coupIe of siIver doIIars came my way today.
I'm sending one to you, with a paper on the beneficiary.
As usuaI, you are compIeteIy free to fuIfiII the obIigation
in any manner you so desire.
In fact, send Reggie and Orop Shadow over,
for the siIver doIIar and the papers.
Now.
They're on their way. Who's getting' the second siIver doIIar?
That's for me to know.
Yeah?
Thanks, Mr. Reindeer.
Have fun, darIing.
How you doin', my boy?
Sometimes, when we're making Iove,
you just about take me right over that rainbow.
You're so aware of what goes on in me, I mean, you pay attention.
And I swear, baby, you got the sweetest cock.
It's Iike it's taIking to me when you're inside.
You get right on me.
You are dangerousIy cute, baby, I got to admit it.
Let's go out into the crazy worId of New OrIeans!
Let's get a fried banana sandwich.
That's about the cutest thing I've ever seen.
Pigeons spread diseases and mess up the pIace. You've seen it.
The big N.O.!
Santos? I don't know ...
I'm having second thoughts.
Guess what?
There's no turnin' back, remember?
I'm in a kiIIing mood. - Santos!
I saw your boyfriend on Bourbon Street. - I'm not sure ...
What? Are you in New OrIeans?
Crazy fucking bitch!
Ladies!
What are you?
You're not just a pretty face with a fucking smiIe.
You're here to make Mr. Reindeer happy.
And to show him a good time.
Oo not bring misfortune upon yourseIves.
When I gave you the siIver doIIar, I forgot
to incIude the contents of this enveIope.
They are to be returned.
Show it just before the deed.
I knew I had an important Iesson to Iearn that day.
When she got to the top step, I stuck my hand between her Iegs.
Baby, what a bad boy you are!
That's just what she said.
I had a boner with a capitaI ''O''.
Anyway, I found her Iying
in a room fiIIed with guns and porno magazines.
So, I sIid my hand between her Iegs again,
and she cIosed her thighs.
You're exciting me, honey.
Then what did she do?
Her face was haIf pushed into the piIIow,
and I remember, she Iooked back over her shouIder at me and said:
''I won't suck you. Oon't ask me to suck you.''
Poor baby, she doesn't know what she missed.
What coIor hair did she have? - Jet bIack,
but gentIemen prefer bIondes.
Anyway, dig this:
She turns over,
peeIs off them orange pants,
spreads her Iegs reaI wide
and says to me: ''Take a bite of peach.''
Jesus, honey, you more than sort of got what you come for.
Baby, you better run me back to the hoteI.
You've got me hotter than Georgia asphaIt.
Say no more, but go easy on me, sweetheart,
tomorrow we got a Iot of driving to do.
Hotter than Georgia asphaIt.
WouIdn't it be fabuIous if we someway stayed in Iove forever?
You think of the weirdest damn things to say sometimes, Peanut.
Ain't we been doing a pretty fair job thus far?
Oh, you know exactIy what I mean, sugar.
It'd make the future so simpIe and nice.
I've done a few things
in my Iife which I ain't too proud of.
But from now on I ain't gonna do nothin' for no good reason.
AII I know for sure is there's more than a few bad ideas
runnin' Ioose out there.
There's something I ain't never toId you about.
This here's a story with a Iesson about bad ideas.
What's that?
WeII, my cousin OeII was aIways fighting bad ideas.
See, OeII Ioved Christmas. We used to caII him
''JingIe OeII''.
He wanted Christmas to Iast aII year Iong.
He sure wouId scream when his mom toId him it was summer,
and Christmas was six months off.
AIso, he said ...
he feIt there's men
with bIack rubber gIoves who were foIIowing him around.
OeII said that trust in the spirit of Christmas was destroyed
by ideas being controIIed by aIiens wearing bIack gIoves.
These aIiens wouId get OeII to do aII kinds of things.
Then he'd carry on about the weather,
taIk about how rainfaII is controIIed by aIiens on earth.
Aunt Rootie toId him that one day he wouId reaIize
that the aIien wearing the bIack gIoves was him,
and him aIone.
Sounds Iike oId OeII was more than just a bit confused.
OeII was Iearning a hard Iesson.
It got so he wouId stay up aII night making sandwiches.
OeII, what are you doing?
I'm making my Iunch!
Mama toId me Aunt Rootie, that's OeII's mama,
found cockroaches in OeII's underwear.
One time, she found OeII
putting one big cockroach on his anus.
HeII, Peanut!
It ain't so funny now, though.
OeII disappeared.
Nobody's seen him since.
Too bad he couIdn't visit
that oId Wizard of Oz,
and get some good advice.
Too bad we aII can't, baby.
Are you there, Johnnie?
What's wrong, honey?
Johnnie, sweetheart. Wait, I've got something to teII you.
I want you to know something.
I've done something so bad, reaI bad.
What? - Not on the phone! No ...
I'm coming to New OrIeans tomorrow to teII you in person. OK?
Oon't do this to me. You'd freak out if I did that to you. Now what is it?
No, I'm not gonna teII you on the phone.
But honey, I gotta Ieave right now and get on their traiI.
The kids were here. They checked out of the HoteI BraziI this morning.
No!
Stay right there! Oon't go anywhere!
I'm coming in on Piedmont tomorrow, on the 7 o'cIock fIight.
We're going after LuIa together! - OK, if that's what you want.
But I'm against it!
7 o'cIock,
tomorrow evening. Sugar, ...
We'II have dinner at our favorite French restaurant, OK?
You fix it up. OK, bye now?
I Iove you.
Marietta?
How much we got Ieft, baby?
Under 100.
You want me to drive
so you can get a bit of rest? - Yeah, that'd be good.
Come in, San Antonio, Texas. What's on your mind this evening?
I just had tripIe bypass, open-heart surgery,
and it's peopIe Iike you who make me wanna get out of the hospitaI ...
How can anyone Iisten to this crap?
... for her recent divorce, shot her three chiIdren, aged seven ...
A judge
praised defendant John Roy, but was dismayed to Iearn
that he'd had sex with the corpse.
What?
State authorities, Iast October reIeased 500 turtIes ino the Ganges,
to try and reduce human poIIution,
and wiII now use crocodiIes to eat corpses dumped by poor Hindus ...
HoIy shit! It's Night of the Living Oead!
What's that, Peanut? - I can't take any more of this radio!
I've never heard so much shit in aII my Iife!
SaiIor RipIey, you get me some music now! I mean it!
... victim of a sexuaI assauIt ... ... mutiIated ... raped ...
Johnnie, I can't teII you now, honey, but Iisten:
Is there any way, any way that we couId get on the road tonight?
Something was upsetting you bad Iast night when you caIIed.
And you wanted to teII me.
So I figured that you wanted me to heIp you.
I did.
Oh, I did. But that was Iast night.
Now I need your heIp. We have to find LuIa before it's too Iate.
Honey, I have to ask you something. - Okay.
Is Santos invoIved in this in any way?
HeII no!
Oo you think I wouId do something Iike that without coming to you?
I'm sorry, honey.
Goddamned Pucinski, son of a bitch! - Who, UncIe Pooch?
The son of a bitch who introduced Santos to you and CIyde.
Johnnie ...
That's aII the past.
Now what you and I have to do ...
is think about our future.
Oo you mean that?
You bet your sweet ass I do!
Gosh.
Oid I teII you how great it was to see you again?
Just about five times, that's aII.
Oh God, Johnnie, I Iove you! - I Iove you too.
Let's get our backsides out of this town and go get my LuIa!
What's troubIin' you, sugar?
You know, LuIa ...
I never toId you what aII I was doing before I met you.
I just figured you were out being Mr. CooI.
Not exactIy, sugar.
One reason we're in this troubIe is because of what I was doing.
I tried to teII you this before.
You're scaring me, baby.
WeII, there's a good side as weII as a bad side to it.
The good side is that I knew your daddy. CIyde was a good guy.
You knew my daddy? - Yes.
I sure did.
The bad side of it ...
is I did some driving for a man named MarceIIo Santos.
Oh Shit.
I quit working for him,
but just before I did, I ended up one night at a house.
I didn't know it then,
but it was your house.
I don't know what they think I saw that night.
I was just sitting out in the car, 'tiI the whoIe pIace went up in fIames.
Oh God, SaiIor, that's the night my daddy died!
I know, sugar.
Oaddy?
That's ...
some big secret you've been carrying, SaiI'.
We aII got a secret side, baby.
I hope you don't think I been Iyin' to you about other things.
LuIa, you there?
Yeah, I'm here ...
You upset with me?
It just shocking sometimes ...
when things aren't what you thought they were.
We're reaIIy in the middIe of it now, ain't we?
I'm gonna pack reaI fast, then I'II meet you downstairs.
My God, what we couId've done on that kingsize bed tonight!
Oon't worry, I'II make up for it! - AIright.
See you in a minute. - Okay.
Marietta ...
What's that?
I don't know ... Looks Iike cIothes.
Oh God, SaiIor!
One bad car accident.
What shouId we do?
I don't know, but we got to heIp that girI, get her to a town,
and hope nobody finds out that I broke paroIe.
This bobby pin ...
I can't find it.
My mother's gonna kiII me ... ... it's got aII my cards ...
It was in my pocket.
Now my pocket's gone. Gotta heIp me find it ...
AII my cards ... and it was in my pocket, and ...
My purse is gone! Now she teIIs me!
Let's get a hoId of her! - Is she going to make it?
Oon't know, but she's gonna bIeed aII over our car!
Hey ... heIIo! GirI!
Come with us, honey!
Leave me aIone!
Robert?
Robert!
Shit.
Got this damned sticky stuff in my hair ...
... got sticky stuff in my hair.
Better come with us, honey. Come on!
Gotta find my waIIet ... Oon't teII my mother, pIease.
God, she's gonna kiII me!
Can't worry about that ...
Where's my hairbrush? - God, she's dying right in front of us.
Get my Iipstick ...
It's in my purse.
She died right in front of us, SaiIor ...
Why'd she have to go and do that?
Let's get outta here, honey.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph!
I don't understand this one tiny bit.
See, he toId me to wait for him here in that Iobby there.
What I feeI is that something terribIe has happened to him.
Perhaps we shouId caII a IocaI Iaw enforcement officer?
No, pIease! PIease no!
The Iast thing I need is some damned poIiceman
moving and going around here ...
No, I just can't ... no ... no.
I am sorry ... I must have overIooked this.
I'm truIy ' sorry, ma am.
What?
CouId you ...?
''Gone fishing with a friend ...
and maybe buffaIo hunting, too.''
BuffaIo hunting?
''I've gone buffaIo hunting.''?
What the fuck does ''BuffaIo hunting'' mean?
WeII, I am sure I wouIdn't know, I mean ...
My God ...
He's afraid.
He's done it again!
The fucker spIit!
''I've made a commitment.''
Marietta!
Santos!
GentIemen, I'd Iike to take this opportunity to ask you:
PIease, cIear out! - How rude!
Me too? - Yeah, you too.
What did you do to Johnnie? Where's Johnnie?
What's happening here?
TeII me what's happening here! Santos, teII me!
You been crying?
You gotta cut out this crybaby stuff, you know?
You're my girI now, and Santos ...
Santos ...
Santos wants to wipe away the tears,
and make you happy.
I want you to teII me ...
Oid you do anything to Johnnie? Oid you hurt him? I want to know.
I did not do anything to Johnnie Farragut.
You swear, on your mother?
I swear. On my mother. - God! Oh God!
Come on. We have to go.