Do you have any views on lesbian priests?
- (woman) I'm not interested. - Masturbation?
- I don't believe in it. - Just let it be?
Just let it all hang out.
Do you believe in that statute in Arizona
that says if you get an erection it's a felony or a misdemeanour?
You can't go around and expose yourself to everybody.
(man) The welfare system is creating generations of freeloaders.
So overexaggerated, welfare. You're worried about a mother of eight.
If these are reborn Christians as they claim they are,
if they took care of the underprivileged, we wouldn't have a welfare state.
instead of building glass cathedrals, buying TV stations, paying off prostitutes.
If Jesus came back today he'd never stop throwing up.
Since he's repeatedly talked about his homosexuality on the air,
you're very quick, you know?
(woman) You know what I saw this morning that was reaI disgusting?
Yeah, you saw yourself in a mirror.
Why are you listenin' now? You must have a need to be miserable.
(woman) You don't make me miserabIe.
You see what a hypocrite you're makin' of yourself?
You can't enjoy my show, cos you got no sense of humour. Take a hike!
- How much did you say you weigh? - 1 67.
That's insane. Your body's supposed to be a temple, a cathedral.
You're making it a garbage disposal. Call me up when you lose 50 pounds.
Weapons is a big business. We fall for the old patriotic crap.
Right now, lran is the most hated country in the US.
We need an enemy so we can make more weapons.
In ten years we'll all be driving lranian cars, the Khomeini wagon,
and goin' to chichi lranian restaurants.
Remember what barbarians the Japs were?
(irate man) You're aIways doing aII the speaking.
21 minutes remaining in the hour.
Hey, people, you know what we're talkin' about tonight?
Jew-boys. Anti-Semitism, racism, hate.
There's a lotta kike-haters among you nice Gentiles.
Let's hear from you. You're not ashamed of what you believe in, are you?
This is Kraus. WLD, the voice of the Midwest. 90,000 watts from Chicago.
Sickago. Whatever you wanna call it. Hey, you know what, partner?
I'm an old Jew myself. Yeah. Show me how brave you are, now.
Call up this Jew-boy and we'll talk turkey right after this message.
- You're askin' for it tonight, Dan. - Fuck 'em if they can't take it.
You hate Jews because they aII got syphiIis? How do you know that?
(maIe caIIer) It's in the BibIe, in Genesis.
Don't tell me about the Bible. You never read it.
A TV evangelist quoted you the anti-Semitic parts. Take a walk!
Line two, you're on the air. What?
(woman) I just wanted to say that the HoIocaust, that was a big exaggeration.
An exaggeration?
I mean, there were some Jews kiIIed, but that was just war.
- There were a Iot of GIs kiIIed too. - What about the gas chambers?
(woman) AII that was, those Jews had to get their Iice taken off.
- It was Iike taking 'em to the dry-cIeaners. - Did you say dry-cleaners?
Uh-huh. You take somethin' to the dry-cIeaners, it don't hurt it any.
Sometimes it shrinks a IittIe, but you can stiII wear it.
(Kraus) PeopIe say "How can you Iet these guys on the air with aII their hate?"
Short of inciting a riot, Iet 'em say what they want, as ugIy as it may be.
That's a free enterprise of ideas.
Bye-bye.
- We just about blew the damn board. - Bob, what've we got tomorrow?
- Transsexuals. - God bless America.
Good night.
No!
(gunshot)
Damn you, son of a bitch. I'll kick the shit outta you.
Lighten up, Ronnie.
Boy, you got a mouth on you.
My boy and me were target shootin'.
l guess we forgot all about it.
Do you know what somethin' like that would do to my rotor?
l didn't think you were gonna cut this section today.
- You're supposed to clear these fields. - Ooh, you got a temper too, don't ya?
- Maybe. - Where you from, girl?
- Texas. - Real cowgirl, huh?
Look, I don't need this shit. I'm just trying to do my job.
(man) What do you get if you mix five Mexicans, a Chinaman and five coloured?
A water sprinkler that sounds like this.
Spic-spic-spic-spic-spic-chink- nigger-nigger-nigger-nigger-nigger.
Give me a Colorado Motherfucker.
Yes, ma'am.
- Ever have a Colorado Motherfucker? - Mm-mm.
He's cute.
I'm real glad I went back on the pill.
Here's your Motherfucker, ma'am.
- Taste this. You gotta taste this. - No, thanks.
(♪ country-and-western song)
..backs his car into the window of the bank
and dumps the cow on the floor of the lobby, to pay 'em back for what he owes.
- You're yankin' my chain. - I'm not. It really happened in Crawford.
(men Iaugh)
- Who is she? - I never seen her before.
She must be from the combines.
Hey, cowgirl. Buy you a beer.
- Got a beer. - Well, I'll buy you another beer.
No, thanks.
You always like this, or do some folks just bring it out in you?
Come on, Texas, let's go out there. We can have one dance, can't we?
I'll keep my hands in my pockets and I won't bust your feet. I promise.
You can take your hands out of your pockets.
Yee-haw!
Let's get outta here.
- What's your name? - Katie Phillips.
I'm Gary. Hi.
So, you dance with all the girls who work the combines?
Honey, you combine girls are the biggest thing to hit this town.
These old boys here, every year about this time, they think it's Santa Claus.
- Texas, right? - Texas.
It's the first time l've danced in three years.
- Right. - Since my wife died.
Oh, I'm sorry.
♪ And sing of Rosa Lee
♪ But the Yellow Rose of Texas beats the belles of Tennessee
Old Doc Adams, if he didn't know somethin', he'd tell you it was nerves.
These young doctors, in air-conditioned offices, usin' all these big words...
They tell you what you got. l liked it better the other way.
What is it exactly you do got, Shorty?
Haemorrhoids.
Howdy, Hank.
- I said howdy, Hank. - Howdy.
l gotta go. I gotta put my kids to bed.
- I'll give you a ride. - I'll just be ridin' with Betty J...
l think Betty Jo is gonna need the car.
Wayne isn't old enough for a driver's licence yet.
Come on. I'll keep my hands in my pockets.
You ever seen a man drive with his feet?
- You like workin' them combines? - Well, I used to work in a diner.
You know, waitin' tips and pushin' their hands away.
l miss that guy. You ever listen to that guy?
- Radio guy that got killed. - Oh, I just saw about it on the TV.
Yeah, well, there ain't nothin' on the radio now, that's for sure.
There's rock'n'roll.
l hate rock'n'roll. It gives me a headache.
l suppose you like rock'n'roll?
l hate heavy metal. That gives me a headache.
- Hey, we got somethin' in common. - Yeah.
Hey! Hello!
Hello!
- Hi. - Hi.
- Daddy said to bring this. I'm Rachel. - Well, thanks, Rachel.
Daddy said to ask you to come over to dinner with us tonight.
- Excuse me. Dinner? - Grandma's makin' a pot roast.
A pot roast?
She makes the best pot roast in the whole wide world.
- What does she put in it? - Garlic.
Garlic? You like garlic?
Yep. But if I eat too much, I get diarrhoea. Do you ever get diarrhoea?
- I sure try not to. - ls it fun riding up there?
- It is. You want a ride? - Sure.
- (♪ cIassicaI music ) - You got great music up here.
Wait till I tell Joey. He's gonna get red-assed.
- Who's Joey? - My brother.
- Hi, Shorty. - Hi, Katie. How you doin'?
- Good. - Good.
- Hi! I stuck my finger in the pot roast. - Ooh, is it good?
Great. Grandma, Katie's here.
Hi. I'm Gladys. Gary's mom.
- Hi. Katie Phillips. - That roast is all ready.
l don't know where the fellas are. Probably tendin' to that poor old horse.
Sit yourself down. Would you like somethin' to drink?
- She likes beer. - Ah. I think I'll join you.
It's so darned hot.
She never lets me do anything. She still thinks I'm a baby.
Our horse is real sick. l hope she'll be OK.
Hi, Katie. This is my son Joey.
(both) Pleasure to meet you.
There's the next President. Ain't that a kick in the ass?
ls that what you wanna do when you grow up?
Oh.
I'm announcing my candidacy because it's time for someone to start teIIing the truth.
Who knows? Maybe, huh, Joey?
Sit down, please. Get comfortable.
- We have to return America... - You can sit here.
..to reaI Americans.
That's the message of the Jack Carpenter candidacy.
Well, he's kinda cute.
Him? He's a turkey. They're all a bunch of turkeys.
(gobbIes)
Hey, thanks, Mom. Just what I wanted. Katie?
- I'll get another for myself. - Oh.
..tried and tested in the bureaucratic battIefieId in Washington.
May I introduce Mr Robert FIynn.
- Bob? - Thank you, Jack.
Bobby.
What this country desperateIy needs
is Ieadership.
And Jack Carpenter is a Ieader who can put this country back on track.
Do you know... (chokes)
- Excuse me. - That's OK.
Do you know him?
Nah.
Give us your best shot. We expect a Iot of your Ieft-IiberaI barbs and we're ready.
- I'm really glad you came. - Thanks.
You guys... Maybe you oughta wash your hands before dinner or somethin'?
Mm. This tastes so good.
Do you think I could have some more potatoes?
- She's still growin'. Eats like a mule. - Well, she looks growed just fine to me.
Me too.
- Did you really give her a ride? - I told you he was gonna get red-assed.
Young lady, I'm just gonna wash your mouth out with soap.
- Daddy says it. - Well, Daddy's a man.
Can you give me a ride sometime too?
- She's real busy. She got work to do. - Sure I can, Joey.
Thanks! Can she ride on the merry-go-round with us tomorrow too?
- (Gary) Don't know why not, if... - Neato! That's neato!
(cIears throat) Before you excuse yourself,
you help Grandma clear the table.
We got white cake later, if you want.
- Oh, I love white cake. - I do hate those store-bought cakes.
All smell of the Cellophane they're wrapped in.
l always bake my cakes from scratch. No matter if anybody else does.
- Not just cake, but everything's changing. - Don't get yourself all riled up, Mom.
- You know it ain't right. - You know I know it, Mom.
It just ain't the same country l grew up in, that's all.
The bad just pushes out the good.
- There's fiIth and trash everyplace. - Mom.
Sorry. I'll just go and get my white cake.
Well, it's hard around here.
Old people losing their past. Young people losing their farms.
- Nobody does anything about it. - I know. I grew up in a town just like this.
- Was that picture taken in... - Oh.
- Mom, I asked you not to put this out. - Well, I like it.
Hey, this is the best white cake in the whole white world, isn't it?
- You hush. - It is.
(♪ band music )
(screaming)
(squeaIs) Yeah!
- No, more, Dad! - Aaah!
Yes!
(Katie) Oh, let's go by Uncle Sam.
- (Gary) I'll take one of you guys together. - OK, smile.
Smile!
Great.
- Here you are, darlin'. - Oh, wait, Shorty. Let me get your picture.
You taste these, you're gonna leave this big ugly thing for me.
- How long you been drivin' combines? - It's just only my first year.
- Do you like it? - I like travellin' around meetin' people.
- But I don't like the motels much. - I can understand that.
- Thank you. - Hey, Lyle. You know Katie?
- Yeah. - Lyle went way back with my dad.
There was a real man for you. He could eat a bear for breakfast and shit bullets.
How do you know he shit bullets, Lyle?
- Your mouth full of obscenities again? - Hiya, Reverend.
- Hey, I got somethin' for you, Reverend. - Hey!
There's the old quarterback.
Hey, Gary!
When the hell are we gonna go huntin'? I'm gettin' rusty.
l don't know, Buster, but I'll let you know.
- You ever been huntin'? - When I was young, my daddy took me.
l got cherry bombs, snappin' crackers and big nukes.
Hellfire, Buster, you got enough stuff there to blow up the town on the Fourth of July.
Government's found a new way to put the farmers back on their feet.
- How's that, Shorty? - It's gonna take away the pick-ups.
Say, why are you taking all the pictures?
l always take a lot of pictures. l got a whole album of 'em at home.
What is the matter with you, Wes? Scared your face is gonna bust the camera?
(screams of deIight)
(crowd sings "America the BeautifuI")
- You ain't gonna invite me in, are you? - No.
It ain't time yet, is it?
Well, you better go in, or else I'm gonna end up making your bed or somethin'.
Hey, girl. Happy Independence Day.
(phone)
Hello. Yes.
They're all in the barn. It's Beauty. She's too sick.
Daddy said we're gonna have to put her to sleep.
Please, Dad, we don't have to. She'll be OK. She'll be all right, Dad.
- Katie, tell him, please. Katie, tell him! - I can't watch it.
(gunshot)
l gotta go. My mama's gonna have an operation. I just got a call.
- When are you comin' back? - Couple of days.
l can't get any work done anyway. It's gonna take a while for it to dry out.
- Where are you goin'? - Her mom's sick. She's goin' home.
- Ain't you gonna give me my ride? - Sure she is, Joey.
- You promise? - I promise.
I'm sorry about Beauty, Gary.
Katie, we'll be waitin' for you.
Weaver.
Put your tag on, Miss Weaver.
- ..his, uh, his father. - No, please.
You say no, but we all do.
Gary Simmons's father, sir.
His father joined the Sons of Liberty in 1 978.
He refused to pay his taxes. The lRS went after him. They put a lien on his farm.
His father hung himself. His wife divorced him, moved to California.
She was killed in a hit-and-run accident. The driver was never apprehended.
Her body was so badly bruised, we believe the driver reversed
and drove over her again.
Can we put him out in California at the time?
We are still working on it.
He almost won the Medal of Honor when he ran into a VC bunker
and killed five Vietcong after being wounded.
He did win a medal for being wounded.
- He did win a medal for a wound. - What did you find, Weaver?
She hasn't found anything yet, sir, but we're still...
l don't believe there is anything to find.
I'm afraid I'm being sent on a wild-goose chase.
A car like his was seen speeding away from Kraus's garage.
A half-drunk witness identified two digits in a licence plate in a car similar to his.
All right.
Now, whose side are you on, anyway? His?
Don't start that shit with me, Michael. My loyaIties are perfectly intact.
No one mentioned your loyaIties, but we've heard a lot about his family,
his fondness for white cake, his fondness for horses...
Hey, what are we doing here? Are we targeting him?
- On what basis? - On my gut's basis, OK?
l've a very sensitive gut.
Comes from a long-time-standing proximity to certain erogenous zones.
What about the Chicago PD? What are they coming up with?
- Marty? - We got over 100 people on the case, sir.
We got nothin'. As far as we're concerned, Gary Simmons is a real long shot.
See any guns?
Duffin, they got more guns in that part of the country than people.
If you're talkin' about Mac-10s, no. Look, Kraus was a lightning rod.
- Anyone with a radio coulda killed him. - So Gary's got a radio, right?
Dog-lovers, left-wingers, right-wingers. Anyone coulda done it.
You skipped the fat ladies. You wanna know what my gut instinct is?
- The fat ladies got him. - They certainly had cause.
Let me know what you decide.
That's his ex-wife.
OK, guys, that'll do it for today, thanks.
- I think what you're doing is great. - Thank you.
- Al Sanders, in from DC. - Nice to meet you.
Catherine Weaver, first time undercover, acting like 16-year-old on first date.
- I love 16-year-olds. - You're sick, Duffin.
All you yuppies are sick.
Anyway, it's nice to see ya.
l missed you.
- You look great. - Thanks, Michael.
- Well, I always did like this view. - Oh, Michael, you really piss me off.
- Good. We still feel the same. - No, we don't.
Come on over here. l really, really did miss you.
The Reverend.
Wes. Shorty.
And Dean, he's the sheriff's deputy. And the guy is a war hero.
- Are you gonna hold all that against him? - Not in the '80s. It's back in style.
Gary's no more violent or racist than anyone up here.
- What does that mean? - It means they tell black jokes.
Whaddaya got on this guy?
It's a beautiful baby, don't you think?
- What about ZOG? - What'd you expect, Michael?
That l'd see "ZOG" painted on the side of the barn next to "Duane loves Mary"?
Who's Duane?
Think there's any reason to consistently muddied licence plates?
Yes. When it rains, farm fields get muddy.
He smells too good. He's the kind of guy who needs an Alamo to defend.
- He's perfect for the part. - We want him to be perfect for the part.
He's a good-looking guy, right, Cathy?
You want something? I'll give you something.
- He named his dog after Ronald Reagan. - Well, he ain't all bad.
(chiIdren pIaying)
- Hi. Hi, Catherine. - Hi, Jasper.
Your mother had her operation in St Joseph's Hospital in Dallas.
She's in room 320. Her name is Emma. She'll be home in a week in Wells.
We'll have an agent there. Your home phone number is 21 4-81 7-1 701 .
Memorise that. If you need me, I can be there in 1 ½ hours.
You're paranoid.
l didn't recruit you off that campus to lose you now.
You already lost me.
l thought maybe you were gonna ask me up.
- Let it go. - I don't want to.
l do.
Don't you think you like this guy just a little bit too much?
l like him. Ain't that the shits, huh?
It is, where I come from.
l like you too.
- What's your mother's phone number? - 21 4-81 7-1 702.
- 01 . - 01 .
Rachel! Joey!
Hello? Rachel?
They've all gone to church!
(reverend) We are mugged on our streets, and our neighbours are afraid to help us.
Our children's minds are poisoned with fiIth.
And our judges are afraid to cast that fiIth into the fires of righteousness!
Our schools can teach that we come from apes,
but can't teach that we are created by God.
- How's your mom? - She's fine.
Our cities are dying of sexual disease.
- (congregation) Amen. - Amen.
The Lord's wrath comes down on those who live by promiscuity and perversion!
Amen.
Listen to me, Americans. We are the true descendants of the lost tribes of lsrael.
We are God's chosen people!
We are the sons of Abel.
We must awaken.
The time is comin'. A long-forgotten wind is starting to blow.
(aII) Amen.
(Gary) Right behind you, Grandma.
He preaches with the devil's own pitchfork.
- The devil hasn't got a pitchfork. - How do you know? You seen him?
- A pitchfork. - Hold on. I got somethin' for ya.
You gonna come to Grandma's for dinner?
We're gonna watch a cowboy movie. Daddy loves cowboy movies.
- You will come, won't you? - Well, I gotta go check the fields.
What for? They're still wet even with this wind.
You ain't gonna be weed-whackin' today.
Why don't you guys ride home with Grandma? We'll go get the beer.
l love your family.
It's sweet of you to say that, Katie. You know what? I do too.
What are we doing?
l think we're lookin' for beer.
No.
Go slow.
And take off your watch.
That's the first time since my wife died.
How did she die?
Oh, she left me. She went out to California.
She got hit by a car.
Maybe it was that goddamn war.
Maybe I worked the farm too hard. Maybe l didn't pay enough attention to her.
Maybe she read too many magazines.
It was my fauIt.
But I learned from it.
(RacheI) I don't wanna play Zog! l wanna play dolly!
(Joey) You always wanna play dolly!
- No, I don't! - Yes, you do!
l don't wanna play dolly! l wanna play Zog!
No! Stay here and play dolly with me!
It's real easy. Here, take one.
- I wanna play with my dolls. - What are you playin'?
- He never wants to play dolly. - What do you wanna play?
- I don't like dolls. - What's Zog?
- I don't know. - Come on.
Dog. It's a game. I'm the dog. She's the cat. It's real dumb.
- Morning. - Morning.
- Didn't you sleep good? - No, I slept OK.
Can you take me on the ride on the combine now?
- Sure. - Hot shit, Dad, we're goin' on a ride!
After breakfast.
Hey, you wanna go huntin' with us tonight?
- I'm truly tired. - l'd really like you to come. It's important.
Can I go huntin', Dad, please?
- Maybe when you're bigger. - I'm big, Dad.
Yeah. Goddamn, it's hot today.
Maybe we oughta look for some beer later on.
OK.
(Gary) Goddamn grain elevator. It's always breakin' down.
They get the parts in Aba Dabba or some goddamn Arab place.
Get the parts in Aba Dabba, send the wheat to Russia, feed the commies,
so they can sell the goddamn equipment to the Aba Dabbas,
so they can turn around and sell it to us, so we can sit here
and goddamn boil ourselves to death.
l sure as goddamn shit don't get it.
Goddamn it, Elmer! What the goddamn shit is goin' on?
Coke machine works. Least anyways they don't make that in Aba Dabba.
l don't think.
Aw!
- When we goin' huntin'? - Told you. I don't like huntin'.
Hey, you'll like this.
How you doin', Del?
Have a good crop this year?
Had a pretty good crop myself. How 'bout you?
I'm talkin' to ya, Del.
I'm talkin', Del. One neighbour to another.
Chewin' the shit, that's all.
- I ain't heard you give me no answer, Del. - You ain't no neighbour of mine.
Come on, Gary. We don't want no trouble. We're just waitin'.
- What's that spot on your face, Jud? - That's a birthmark, Gary.
Yeah? You sure about that, Jud?
It ain't one of them spots you get from that there AlDS, is it, Jud?
You ain't been airin' your back door like one of them dyin', spotted faggots?
- You son of a bitch. - Don't fuck with me, Jud.
You hear me, Del? You hear me, Del?
What'd you do that for?
l ain't the one who started it all.
It ain't no big deal anyhow. Some people here just don't like me.
Katie...
I'm gonna get down on my hands and knees, right here, with all them lookin',
unless you come huntin' with me.
You know that, don't you? Yes, I am.
All right. I'll go huntin'.
- You're coming? - Yeah, I'm coming.
OK.
l've never been huntin' at night.
Ah, it's gonna be a real mud hunt tonight.
- What are we huntin'? Deer? - It ain't deer season.
Come on.
- Shorty. - Hi, Gary.
Come on. Watch your step. It's slippery.
All of you know Katie.
- Hi, Katie. - Give me a weapon, Shorty.
All right, Gary. Right here.
Gimme another one, Shorty.
And a clip.
This is a Mac-10 fully automatic machine pistol.
- You pull this trigger here. - She ain't got no place here.
- Shut up. - Here, Gary.
Thanks.
You know what this is. Pop that in. Here's your magazine release.
Pull this baby back, you got one up the snout, ready to go.
- You ain't goin' huntin' with that. - Oh yeah, we are.
Shut up.
Sorry we're late, Shorty.
Cocked and ready. Here y'are, boy.
You'd better start runnin'. You got ten bullets.
- And 30 seconds. - You'd better run, nigger.
- We're gonna get some black stuff. - OK, let's do it.
- Come on. - No.
l love you. I gotta be honest with you. You gotta know everything.
It's just training. It's your first hunt. You'll get used to it. Come on.
All right. Don't stand around in a cluster fuck. Fan out.
- (two gunshots) - (dog howIs)
Goddamn it, he shot Duke!
l said spread out over there, goddamn it. Don't group up.
Get some of them lights out.
Goddamn him to fuckin' hell! He shot Duke!
OK, get up, Buster. Come on.
Move it, Buster!
I'm gonna kill that fuckin' nigger.
(severaI gunshots)
- Hey, Shorty, it's Bambi! - Don't shoot at it!
Come on, goddamn it. Don't group up!
Come on. Put some of them lights out.
Gary! He's over here!
You bastard, I'll kill you!
You bastard!
He's got six left!
Better make it a good one, Satchmo!
Yee-haw! What's the matter? We're not a big enough target for you?
That's six, nigger. You got four left.
(gunshot)
You got two left, boy!
- We're losin' him! - Goddamn, you missed him!
Come on, lighten up.
- Hey, Gary. Looky here. His gun. - Oh, this ain't gonna take much longer.
(Katie) He's wounded. Your fucking game is over.
Shit. Rain. Come on.
Hey, Gary, over here!
Hell, boy, my baby sister shoots better than you do.
Got us a coon in a trap.
It's your first time, right?
So let her do it.
First one, Katie. It's your kill. Go get him.
You can do it, Katie.
Walk up there, point your weapon, pull the trigger.
Don't kill me.
- Don't even think about it, Wes! - Gary, she knows.
It don't matter! Finish him off!
- (gunshot) - No!
- (gunshot)
We'll get you somethin' to warm you up when we get home.
Just take me to the motel.
Aw, come on, Katie. Come on, now.
It was just a nigger. There's plenty more where he came from.
l didn't want there to be anything between us. I love you that much.
If you love me, l got nothin' to worry about.
But if you don't, l don't care about goin' to jail.
But one thing's for sure, we're gonna kick the hell outta Zog.
Who's Zog?
Zionist Occupation Government.
It means the goddamn Jews are runnin' our country with their nigger police.
(sobs)
(waiIs)
Michael.
Where the fuck are you goin', sugar?
- (engine revs) - Hey!
Cunt!
Oh.
Just hold me. Just hold me real hard.
Oh.
You're sure nobody followed you?
We'll never find the body, Cathy.
l can testify. I was there. I saw everything.
- I just didn't do anything. - There wasn't anything you could do.
They're guiIty. You're not.
- It wasn't the first hunt they were on. - No shit.
We'll never find the bodies, Cathy. l want them for Kraus.
We have a body there.
We can put them away for ever.
- You have to go back in. - No, I can't go back in.
l need you to link them with Kraus.
You're the only one who can do it.
How could I even look at him again?
How could I let him touch me?
l feel dirty.
l feel so dirty.
l never said you had to sleep with him, did l?
Did l?
How could you have?
l thought...
Why?!
l didn't sleep with him. l made love to him.
- What the hell difference does it make?! - (Sanders) Take it easy, Mike.
Look, I'm in too deep, Michael. Maybe my loyaIties are all screwed up.
I'm off balance.
That would be a convenient excuse for you, wouldn't it?
You have to go back in.
You just want me to go back in to punish me.
No.
You feel dirty? What's more important? Putting them behind bars?
How many others do you think they're gonna kill?
And how dirty do you think you'd feel if you didn't do anything about it?
l just don't know how I could have been so wrong.
How I let him...
If you could see him with his family.
Yeah, well, I don't know. I guess your gut instinct's just really not that good, right?
Now you know.
Don't go along too easily. Make their garbage look new to you. Play it normal.
Don't be too quick to convert.
You don't want him to think that you're an easy lay, do you?
About Wes. Wesley John Bond, paroled from San Quentin three years ago.
He headed up a racist group called the Aryan Brotherhood in the joint.
He has a sheet going back 1 5 years, all of it in California.
Forcible rape, sodomy, aggravated assauIt.
And he tried to be a mercenary in South Africa.
Yeah, I just wish I knew how he wound up here.
- Shit floats. - Well, stay away from Wes.
He's a freak's freak, and Gary's using him.
We've got nothing on the others. They seem like losers.
You know, if I was Gary, l'd like losers. I bet Gary likes losers.
Treat losers right, they make good soldiers. I learned it in the Marines.
l learned it in the FBI.
- Take it. - If he finds it, I'm dead.
Make sure he doesn't find it.
You're just doing a job. That's all it is.
- Hey, Theresa. - Hello, Katie.
Mornin'. Where you been?
l drove. I went past the Interstate.
l came back.
Did you come back for your stuff?
It's over there.
No.
Katie, you come back cos you love me?
Cos if you do, I need to know.
Say it.
Please say it.
l love you.
Combines are leavin'.
So? You're stayin'.
Well, I guess it's sad to see your friends leavin'.
You got a place now.
What'd you kill him for?
Just for the fun of it?
It ain't fun killin' anything.
It was self-defence.
He had a gun. We were protectin' ourselves.
All we're tryin' to do is protect ourselves. Self-defence.
l don't like killin' anybody.
- I don't like people hurt. - They ain't people. They're mud people.
You know, with you helpin' with the farm and the kids,
l think we got a chance at a real family again.
Well, there's plenty of space.
And, Katie, there's a closet here ain't got nothin' in it.
l only got the one suitcase, Gary.
Oh, yeah.
Uh...
l changed this around after my wife died.
Ain't been anybody here since.
Anyway, I want you to feel like it's home, OK?
Hey, guys. Katie's gonna be stayin' with us from now on.
- Are you gonna be our mommy? - Mom's dead.
l don't care. l don't hardly even remember her.
- I do. - (GIadys) Rachel! Joey!
Uh, comin', Mom!
- Katie's gonna move in. - ls she?
Can you talk to her? Smooth it over? Just be nice.
Just be nice, OK?
Can I help you in the kitchen, Mrs Simmons?
He's been hurt once. l don't want him hurt again.
I'm not gonna hurt him.
Will you cut this shit? You been drinkin'?
We'll wait another day and see.
This ain't your business. It's mine.
Katie. Katie?
Rachel?
Aren't you gonna give me a good-night kiss?
All right. In a minute. You go upstairs.
- I'll give you a hand. - Well, I'm almost done.
"Wash and dry together, laugh and cry together." My mama always says that.
What was that all about?
- What? - With Wes.
Oh.
Well, it seems old Wes thinks you're a grasshopper.
Grasshopper? He is weird. Do I look like a grasshopper?
No, no, no. The kinda grasshopper that's gettin' in people's hair all the time.
Like the FBI, CIA.
KGB, JDL, NAACP - that kinda grasshopper.
- I'm a what? - So, are you a grasshopper?
Shit, yeah.
I'm gonna go kiss the kids good night.
Get in. Come on.
Good night, Rachel. Sleep tight. Don't let the bedbugs bite.
Good night, Katie.
Daddy said we don't have to have no secrets no more.
- What secrets? - About the niggers and the rabbis.
- And the race traitors. - And Zog. They're the sons of Cain.
Rachel, do you know what a rabbi is?
- You know. - He's got a big, dirty beard.
- With lice in it. - And he does it to little kids.
Niggers do it too. They do it in the back, in the butt.
(Joey) That's gross.
We're the good guys. One day, we'll kill all the dirty niggers and the Jews,
and everything's gonna be neat.
Do you know what a cow kiss is?
(RacheI giggIes)
Turn out your light, Joey.
(computer voice) WiII do. WiII do.
- You done already? - Um, I was just watching you.
Well, come on, I'll show you.
- You know anything about computers? - No. Just games and stuff like that.
Yeah. Well, I can talk to anybody I want.
We have systems operators all over the country.
(computer voice) WeIcome to the American Liberty Network.
- Oh, wow. - It talks too.
Neat, huh?
My dad, when I was a kid, told me
"No amount of carrying on is gonna make the wheat grow faster."
"Don't rock the boat." He changed his mind later on.
We're gonna rock this goddamn boat.
♪ Oh, we'll kill the old red rooster when she comes - hack, hack!