All language subtitles for Flesh And Bone (1993) se

Clem?

Turn down that thing,
will ya?

You're gonna wake Scotty.

What's that?

The RCA.

Scotty's
got school tomorrow.

Oh, all right.

Say, you haven't seen
my glasses, have you?

On the table,
next to the clock.

Yes...

you're such
a pretty girl.

Aren't you?

Yeah.

No, they're not here.

Try the washroom.

What's gotten into Jack?

Anderson's bitch must
be in heat again.

I'll go run her
up the road.

Hey, hey, shh.

What is it, Jack?

That old bitch
doggin' you again?

Lulu, is that you
out there?

You go on home
now, you hear?

Go on. Git!

What the devil...

Still dead?

I don't
understand it.

Kiner ran a new wire
just last month.

You can drive into town
in the morning.

He looks like he could use
a good night's rest, anyway.

You get anything
more out of him?

No. He just keeps
saying he's lost.

Scotty, what are you
doing down here?

You don't know
this here boy,

do you, son?

Jack! Hush!

I'll put him
in the barn.

Come on!

No! Come on!

You get out!

Why don't we go upstairs
and run you a bath?

Didn't your mama think
to give you a haircut?

Now, what is this?

Oh! My God...

Who'd do such a thing
to a boy?

Aah!

Clem?

They're supposed
to be asleep.

You always know

they're supposed
to be asleep. Hmm?

Somebody else
in this house?

Hmm? I mean beside
that baby?

Somebody else
in this house?

Boy...

I'm your father.

Now, you answer
your father.

Is there
somebody else...

in this house, hmm?

Is this one as smart
as the other one?

Afraid so.

How come they're
all named Betty?

Well, now...

that is
a good question.

Maybe they're not as
smart as we think.

Here. Stick with
the jukebox.

My bird's frying her ass out
there in the hot sun, Theodore.

Yeah, well,
county health's

going to fry my ass

if I put her
back inside.

I serve food here,
Arlis.

So to speak.

By the way,
some 14-year-old kid

bought cigarettes
out of your machine,

and his parents are
threatening to sue me.

You want me
to take it out?

Hell, no. I'm just
telling you

what I'm up against.
Your mangy chickens

are the least
of my problems.

Should've heard
the stink over the rubbers.

Arlis, do we have to have a
goddamn prophylactic machine

in the ladies' toilet?

We are doing 2-to-1
compared to the men's room.

I know, but this
ain't Abilene.

We're a small town.
We got small town values.

Am I right, Cindy?

Amen.

Like I said,
you just missed him.

We were preparing
to close the casket.

Well, it's
probably best.

I'm sort of the black
sheep of the family.

Well, as they say,

in death
all is forgiven.

That's
a nice sentiment.

I'll have to
remember that.

Exactly what
relation are you?

It's complicated.

Uh, would you mind

giving us
a moment alone?

Of course.

The book is here
if you care to sign.

Thank you.

God bless...

whoever you are.

My face breaks out

about two days
after you leave town.

Every time, like some
goddamn teenage girl.

It's the chocolate.

Well, I know.
Just can't help myself.

How come you don't have those little cheese and peanut butter crackers?

Pick up pinworms
in the heat.

Pinworms? Jesus.

Too bad. My kids
love those things.

You want a carton
of Kools for Nathan?

Oh, no. He's quit.

Again.

Jesus, I never get used
to these chickens.

20, 25?

All right,
lay it down.

You heard about
Lou Jameson?

I heard his widow is looking
to unload his machines.

Was. Pudge Riley got
to her Friday last.

He get
the Remingtons?

Two dozen
electro-slots.

Says he's got a buyer
for them in Oklahoma.

All I know is,
Lou Jameson's widow

is sitting on all the Texaco
stations in Benson county

and most of
the Dairy Queens,

with no machines.

I don't want
Benson county.

Arlis, I had to drive
through Benson to get here.

Why not expand a little?

I'm big enough.
I don't need Benson.

But, Arlis--

just make a note about
the machines, Elliot.

O.K.

Oh, say, Arlis,
I almost forgot.

There was a fella asking
about you over in, uh...

Woodlake.

Denny Harris?

No, uh,
just some fella.

Said he knew you
from way back.

I figure he must have
worked for you sometime.

Why's that?

He had one
of our dimes.

You know,
the blue juke dimes.

You get a name?

He didn't offer.
I didn't ask.

Said he wanted
to look you up.

Anyway,
I stayed vague.

O.K., Elliot.
You did right.

I'll see you
on the 7th.

Looks like
I'm going to be

stretching felt
in the morning.

You're stretching
your luck

if you're thinking
about takeout.

Feels a slight
feverish tonight.

Just wait till that
damn cake pops its lid.

Unless that
little pastry inside

comes with a bicycle
pump and two sisters,

there ain't going to be
a farm animal safe

for three counties
tonight.

* Broke
A thousand hearts *

* Before I met you

* I'll break
A thousand more, baby *

* Before I am through *

* I wanna be yours,
Pretty baby *

* Yours and yours alone

* I'm gonna
Tell ya, honey *

* That I'm
Bad to the bone *

* Bad to the bone...

* I wanna tell ya,
Pretty baby *

* What I see,
I make my own *

* And then I'm
Gonna tell ya, honey *

* That I'm
Bad to the bone *

* Bad to the bone

* B-b-b-b-bad... *

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Go! Go! Go! Go!

3... 2... 1!

Christ almighty.

Let's put her
in my pickup.

Where can
I take you, honey?

Feel like
knocking a few sins

off your ledger, Arlis?

You want me to find out
if she's got a home.

And take her there.

What's the damage?

Well, put it this way.

Feed this girl a cucumber,
it'd come out pickles.

Jesus.

I figure the bed's one of
those vibrating numbers,

so that explains
the quarters.

Nobody could possibly fancy
pretzel twists that much,

so I figured you won some
kind of weird contest.

As for the condoms...

well...

either you got a yen
for cheerleading squads,

or we had the night
of all nights.

Whatever, there's
an explanation.

As for the blue chicken,

I need a little help
with that one.

You passed out.

Who wouldn't?

The coins just need to
be papered for the bank,

condoms and twists
are inventory,

and the chicken's
brainy Betty.

I take it, Betty's
one of the exotics?

She plays tic-tac-toe.

What makes her
so brainy?

She wins
9 times out of 10.

You want some coffee?

You got a machine
for that, too?

Half a dozen
in the next three counties,

but given the circumstances
of your immediate past,

I would suggest
the real bean.

Hey, you wouldn't
happen to have

a pair of chinos
and a belt, would you?

"Boo boo"?

The story of my life.

Wait.
Don't forget Lorraine.

Peaks beauty academy,
right outside red grove

near green jeans
pickle factory.

Buy a burger anywhere
around here,

chances are it's green
jeans under the bun.

Anyway...

seeing as the beauty academy
was right next door

to the pickle factory,

we always had plenty
of people to practice on.

So one day I'm doing
this tease job on this lady,

and my instructor
comes over...

your collar picked up
a little perfume,

so if you got
a suspicious wife,

I'd run some soap
through it.

No need to worry
about that.

Heading home?

I don't think so.

I got a girlfriend
up in Bayview.

That ought to
be enough for now.

You got a coat?

Yeah.

Money?

Sure.

Well...

thanks for the eggs.

Everything.

Thanks for the company.

It must get lonely
on the road sometimes.

No. Like anything else,
you're born to it.

Well, you're a born listener,
that's for sure.

It depends on
who's talking.

Hey.

What's your name?

Kay.

All right, Kay.

You girls
watch yourselves.

You're sure this is
no trouble?

No use you waiting
seven hours on a bus

when I can get you
there in two.

I just hate taking you
off the beaten path.

There's a man I can see

if you don't mind
a detour or two.

No.

It's greased.

Huh?

The wristband.

By the way,

I get those novelties
straight from Korea.

I can do you 10
on the dollar,

as many as you want.

Bayview's a little south
for you, ain't it, Arlis?

Who said anything
about Bayview?

'55, '56,
somewhere in there.

Eisenhower days.

'57.

Whatever.

How did you know
about Bayview?

Reese Davies.

Who's Reese Davies?

A moron.

Used to own a movie
theater down that way.

At least his father did
till he died.

Reese ran it
into the ground

in about 18 months.

I had a couple
of cigarette machines

in the lobby
from his old man's day.

Then when the theater
went south,

Reese tried to
claim them as assets.

It's his wife. Reese's.

Ugly as sin, ain't it?

Maybe some music will
take the bite out of it.

Keep going.

Sometimes you can
pick up Kane

when you're
driving south. Or here.

Big lake's got a station
plays George Jones.

* Never meant
Much to you... *

You like
George Jones?

You spend much time
out this way?

Who, me? No.

Like I said,
my... girlfriend...

* Why did I fall...

There's no girlfriend.
It's just me.

See...

if I hadn't gotten
my money stolen,

I wouldn't have been jumping
out of that cake,

and we never
would've met,

and you wouldn't
be driving me

back to Bayview.

I'm sorry I lied.

That's all right.

It's just...

I'm really not
myself right now.

That's all right.

And I'm married.

That's all right, too.

* I know I should care

* But, sweetheart,
It don't seem fair... **

You're with America's

number one shopping
home television service,

bringing you 24 hours
of savings, fun, and excitement

every day.

Jesus.
Will you look at this?

Two days. Think if
I'd been gone a week.

If you're just joining us,
you're not too late.

Uh, don't worry.
We're alone. It's always on.

Reese goes through a picture
tube every six months.

I make it a rule
not to trespass,

especially in a man's house
I don't know.

Well, believe me,

it's more my house
than it is his.

Drop that anywhere.
I'll be right back.

You're welcome to a beer
if you can find one.

I ought to be
pushing off.

What's that?

I said I left my smokes
in the truck.

What the hell?

Afternoon, Mr. Davies.

I'm earl Logan,
Ned foster's man.

Uh...

is--is that your truck?

Well, yeah--I mean--

well, I was wondering
if you could move it.

It would make our job
a lot easier.

And I need you to sign
before we can start.

Better watch your finger.

Son of a bitch.

Son of a... bitch!

Um... they're...

Hello, Hubie?
This is Kay Davies.

Does my husband
happen to be there?

Don't lie to me, Hubie! Hubie!

Shit!

The...

what the hell is that
in the driveway?

I think that they're looking
for your husband.

Well, they're
not the only ones.

Can I help you?

Uh... ma'am, I need the
gentleman's signature

so we can begin.

You're not taking
my furniture.

Ma'am, I'm not
emotionally involved.

Well, I am!

Christ!

Boo boo?

Since it looks like I'm
not needed here anymore--

hey, Darlene.

You haven't
by any chance

seen Reese,
have you?

You have. Uh-huh.

Really? Uh-huh.

Who are you?

Oh, never mind, Darlene.
Here he is.

Sorry to bother you.

This don't look like a good
time for introductions, so--

where did you
put that duffel?

Huh? There.

I understand
all about schedules.

Just let me get
my ducks in line. Kay!

Quack quack.

Jesus, Kay, where in
the hell you been?

Just what in the hell
are you wearing,

and just who
in the hell is this?

You're asking me
questions?

Exactly what the hell is
that truck doing outside?

If you'd been here,
I wouldn't have to explain it.

I'm gone two days,
and you sell the furniture?

If it makes you
feel better,

I sold it two weeks ago.

Well, shit, Reese,

that makes me feel
a whole lot better.

I don't want to talk about
no goddamn chest of drawers.

I want to know
who this man is.

I'm just...

none of your
fucking business.

Well, hell, no.

He's in my house
with my woman.

Are you cheating
with my wife, slick?

Actually, I--

that's right, Reese.

Not two hours ago,

we were sweating
over each other

in the back room
of the shady 8 motel.

He don't mind it
in the morning,

and guess what, Reese?
I haven't showered.

Or brushed my teeth.

Actually, I just
gave her a ride.

In the truck?

Now, you listen
to me, darling.

There are two men
on our front lawn,

and they
got a job to do.

Now you're going
to let them do it.

Ain't that right?

Fuck you.

Go for it, slick.

You got yourself
a real lionheart, Kay.

Fuck my pretty wife now.

Fuck this.

That's my gun.

Very good, Reese.

It's your gun in my hand,
pointed at you.

Get the picture?

Christ, Kay, you don't even
know how to use that thing.

I got a pretty good idea.

Now, Reese...

darling... I suggest you take
your sorry ass outside

and tell the gentlemen
that the deal is off.

I can't do that.

Christ, Kay!

The clock ain't the only thing
running out of time.

I took money.

I shook hands, Kay.
The deal is done.

How much?

$700.

Where is it?

There's bills to pay!

Shit, Reese, you haven't
paid a bill in three years!

Where is it?

Kay, I just told you.

For God's sake, Kay.

All right, it's gone.

I lost it.

Poker?

Mostly.

You sell that, too?

Piano?

Hell, no.

I bought you that
for your birthday, Kay.

All right, then,
we'll take it.

Take it?

You got room in the truck,
Arlen?

Wait just a second here!

It's Arlis.

Hmm?

You don't even
know his name?

What in the hell
has happened to you?

Excuse me.
Who's holding the gun here?

You are.

So I guess
I can call anybody

any damn thing I damn
well please, am I right?

That's right.

Sorry.

Back there...

your name...

mixing it up.

That's a horrible thing
to do to a person.

You were
close enough.

I have a habit of doing
that when I get nervous.

I screamed at my boss
once for three minutes

before I realized
I was calling him Leroy,

and his name was Ed.

Not even close.

Sort of took
the sting out of it.

Scary sometimes.

What's that?

Moments--

little split seconds
of time

where you find yourself
capable of things

you would never even
think of doing normally.

Like back there
holding that gun.

There was a moment
when my finger twitched...

not so you could see.

More like inside,
under the skin.

Some crazy little muscle.

And I could've done it.

I could've shot him
right in the face.

My whole life
would've changed

in one tiny
little second.

It's not in your blood.

Ain't that a kick?

Yeah.
It's a real tickler.

You mind telling me
what you got in here?

Seven years
of bad luck.

At least what's left.

Well, thank God
the furniture's spoken for.

Believe me,
sooner or later,

he'd have slapped
a price tag on my ass.

To hell with him.

He's just taillights
to me now.

Not that he didn't
leave a few dents behind.

Let me see.

You take
a hell of a punch.

Practice makes perfect.

We'll get you
some ice.

Arlis, you're
telling me this now?

I been setting here
all afternoon.

I been waiting
three hours for your call.

Rosie, I told you.
Something's come up.

Something's come up, huh?
I know what's come up.

You got another woman
with you, don't you?

Rosie, listen to me.

You know what
I'm going to do?

I'm going to a bar

and pick up
the first man I see.

I don't think that's
such a good idea.

Are you still there,

or did you hang up
on me? Arlis?

Huh? No, I'm still here.

You're sort of
an odd fellow.

You know that?

You don't ask
many questions...

personal, I mean.

I figure people share
what they want to.

No sense crowding them.

Women must love you!

Put that on your face
once you're out.

Hey. You mind grabbing me
another one of these?

Ever been married?

Nope.

Ever been in love?

Oh. Am I crowding you?

No.

I never been in love.

Me, either.

What about
your husband?

Hell, no. I mean,
you saw his hair, right?

Besides, he's no different
than any of the others.

I was 13
when the first one

pulled my blue jeans off,

and ever since
they seem to pass me off,

one to another,
my whole life.

They're all members of
the same club or something.

You know,
you look good...

without that hat.

But you're going to bald.

See how high
your peaks are?

That's from wearing
the hat all day.

You have to let
your scalp breathe.

You shouldn't
hide your head.

You got a nice shape.

I'll keep that in mind.

It's not 'cause of that,
is it?

Tattoo?

Bet that was
one crazy night.

No more than any other.

Well, whatever.
Nothing to feel shy about.

You hardly notice
it's there.

Come on. Let's go for
a little walk, O.K.?

Why can't you sleep?

Night air
usually calms her.

This stuff is awful.

You sure you asked
for cover girl?

Yes, I asked,
but they were out.

Well, my skin
does not take to this.

How I could forget my
beauty bag, I do not know.

Probably wouldn't
fit in the suitcase.

Hey, how do you abide
this seat?

10 more miles, my ass
will be flat as a pancake.

Seats take breaking in.

O.K., all right.
I get the message.

I'm not usually
like this.

If we'd met under
normal circumstances,

you'd probably like me.
Most people do...

or, I mean,
I guess they do.

I didn't say
I didn't like you.

Hell, I like you.

It's just that there's
been a whole lot of...

activity in the past
couple of days.

I go from one town
to the next.

Do you understand?

I see the same faces,
hear the same talk,

sleep in the same beds,
eat the same food.

Then I start
all over again.

I like it that way.

I don't like walking

into people's houses
I don't know.

I don't like guns
coming out of nowhere.

I don't like looking
over my shoulder

for angry husbands.

I don't like surprises--
period.

You really like me?

What's not to like?

Arlis,
that stew of yours

has got nothing
but potatoes and carrots.

I don't make it.
I just stock it.

Homer and I are
the only ones who buy it.

We get up to our elbows
in jauned air, we got no choice.

I can go back to
the chili if you want.

Shit, no.

We work close enough
in that pit as it is.

All I need is homer's
ass in my face

after two cans of that.

Now, I can stand
a little of that.

She'd steal you blind.

So old Sam found you,
did she?

Came right up.

Yeah.
She knows the truck.

Here. Introduce yourself.

You like that,
don't you?

Better than that scratch
old Charlie feeds you.

She'll follow you
all day now.

What happened
to her throat?

She ran herself
through a fence

couple of years back.

Tore herself up
pretty good.

Hey, girl.

But you're still here,
ain't you, darling?

Do you ride?

Oh, once or twice--

county fairs,
stuff like that.

You?

Once or twice.

Hyah! Hyah!

I bet you can't swim,
neither.

That?

Beginner's luck.

Well...

there was a cowboy

who showed me
a thing or two.

Hmm.

Coming in?

Nah. I'm fine.

Suit yourself.

So, who showed you
about horses?

When I was about 12, 13,

I worked a little
horse farm like this.

Shoveled stalls
during the day,

got a roof
over my head at night.

Well...

where was your mother?

She died.

Oh.

How about your father?

Long story.

He still alive?

You ask all your cowboys
this many questions?

Why don't you come on in
here and cool off?

We got to go.

I don't want to go.

Storm's coming.

There's no storm.

I can feel it.

How come
some of them are blue--

those dimes?

They're juke dimes.

Juke dimes?

What's that?

I give the boss man
a roll of these,

he'll start up
a jukebox.

You play
your own jukebox.

That don't make sense.

People don't
make sense.

* Hard to say...

Man walks into the place
with a jukebox, right?

9 times out of 10,

if that box isn't
already playing,

he'll be shy about
starting it

or won't even know
it's there.

You get it
going for him,

9 times out of 10,
he'll keep it going...

with his own money.

Trick of the trade.

* Can love
Not fade away... *

How come
you paint them blue?

Just keeps
them separate

from the boss man's
money. That's all.

You go east...

Billy Breckens
paints his green.

Drop down
two counties...

buddy Clark--
he--his are red.

Me--I'm just
partial to blue.

* You see,
I was afraid... *

You could use
a trim.

* Led my baby astray...

I got a man
in Blackwell

does me every
third Wednesday.

I could do you.

* And then
One sad day... **

Couple of
snips here...

couple there.

I think your hands are a couple
of beers past steady.

I'd do you better
blind

than you been
getting.

Your man
in Blackwell

doesn't understand
your head.

Besides,
I'm not drunk.

I know exactly
what I'm doing.

* Blue moon

* You saw me
Standing alone *

* Without a dream
In my heart *

* Without a love
Of my own **

Looks like
you were right...

about that storm.

What?

Nothing.

What? Did you
say something?

Is somebody
out there?

Shit.

Maybe it's Reese come.

Jesus.

Oh, thank God.

I'm sorry
to bother you,

but the night man's
gone to bed,

and I'm having some
trouble with my car.

You try the bell?

The bell?

For the night man.

Sure.

But no one came,

and no one
along here

would open
their door to me.

You're the only one.

What's wrong
with your car?

Aw, hell if I know.

I am lost when it comes
to anything mechanical.

But, um, you look like

you might know
something about motors.

Am I right?

You got the keys?

Inside.

You got it in gear.

What?

You got it in gear.

Well, damn.

You'd follow a mouse
into the mouth of a snake,

wouldn't you, junior?

He's hurt bad.

Hurt bad.

Honey, I cut my lip
worse than this

and went on whistling.

See, it's just that, uh...
hell, I can't fix it myself,

and my sweet pea there,
she don't know how.

How long
it's been, boy?

Hmm? Well.

Long time...

no see.

Yeah.

Ugly little bastards,
ain't they?

How's it look?

I seen worse.

Yeah, I guess my whole
life's back there.

Good portion of
yours, too, huh, son?

Be glad it's just birdseed
chasing you this time.

Yeah. Nothing like that night
in Kilgore, huh?

Here come winter.
It get cold enough.

The pinching gets
something fierce.

Sometimes you
can't get it all out.

Sometimes you got
to carry it with you.

Don't get me wrong.

You was always
a good boy.

You always did
what you was told.

Well, most of the time.

I managed to
raise the night man.

Shit.

Shouldn't we
get a doctor?

Little darling,

I don't believe there's
a pill peddler alive

got a better touch
than my boy here.

And best of all, he don't
ask no questions.

Practice
makes perfect.

Hey, you got an
injured man here, boy.

Easy. Aah!

That's nice.

That's nice,
that smell.

You got the smell
of love on you, boy.

Tell me. Tell me.

Hey, does she
taste as good?

Heh heh.

Hey, come here, boy.

Come on, get your
father's boots off.

It's the least
a son can do...

till he's ready to
wear 'em hisself.

Get yourself out
of those clothes

before you catch a chill.

Don't worry yourself.

I never caught
anything in my life.

Everybody
catches something.

Not me.

Well, I broke
a finger once, but...

I don't
figure that counts.

Shit.

This is
too fucking weird.

I wish I could
say the same.

I'm always
catching a cold.

I had one
just last month.

I'm sorry to hear it.

Come on, you
can't sleep in those.

Find something of mine.
I'll hang yours up to dry.

Come on.

What's your name?

Ginnie.

With a "j" or a "g"?

You planning on
writing me a letter?

All right,
keep it a mystery.

It's a nice name
either way.

Yeah. Well, I'm not
a nice girl.

But...

I'll bet that
you are, aren't you?

I like to think so.

And the guy who
did that to your face,

did he think
you were nice?

Not at the time.

Hmm. But you stay with
him anyway, don't you?

Who, Arlis?

He didn't do this to me.
He's not like that.

Don't kid yourself.

Eventually, they're
all like that...

evil.

But, once
you know that,

you can turn it
back against them.

Use it.

Arlis doesn't have
an evil bone in his body.

But...

What?

I don't know. I just...

I get the feeling
he's been close to it,

felt the heat of it.

I think that
you're the one

that's felt
the heat of it...

and not too
long ago at that.

There's a pretty cotton
nightshirt in there

with tulips on it.
I know you'll love that.

You don't exactly
travel light, do you?

Long story.
Take anything you want.

Ohh! Well, how about this?

That was my mother's.

I'm sorry.

This her?

She's pretty.

Yeah, I guess she was.

Fuck.

You looking for something?

Three guesses.

I had some serious
shit in that car.

Your shit's
still in it.

You mind
telling me where?

Across the tracks
over there in mesquite.

You mind
telling me why?

Anybody
see you last night?

Last night? Oh, no.

You sure?

Yeah.

You sure?

Are you deaf?
Yeah, I'm sure.

Then who's pepper was I picking
out of my father's shoulder?

Some half-wit
pump owner

stumbled
onto us in the rain,

took a wild shot,
and hit something.

Nobody saw the car.

I guess I
wasted my time.

I guess you did.

I'm his kin,
you understand?

I got no choice.

So don't think this is
some game you're playing.

It could've
just as easy been you

bleeding in the rain.

Only difference is,
he'd have left you behind...

or finished
the job himself.

Well, shit.

No wonder old black eyes
loves you.

You wouldn't
have the balls

to shoo a fly
off a steak.

Warm you boys up?

Is that one at a time
or both together?

You're a little devil,
aren't you?

I'll damn sure put
the curl in your hair,

you give me the chance.

I don't need a man
for that.

There you go.

Thank you, ma'am.

Where you from?

Why do you
want to know that?

Who give her that mask?

Does it matter?

I suppose you're right.

People get
what they deserve.

What do you want?

Hmm?

If it's money, I--

Money? Money?
Here, boy.

I don't need your money.

Well, why are you here?

I got shot,
and you fixed me up.

I'm having some eggs.
Does that seem strange?

Just like old times, huh?

Just coincidence.

I had a loose end
to take care of

up north, Oklahoma way,
around Ardmore, them parts,

and, uh...

an associate
of mine, uh...

got a little greedy.

Started threatening...

well, it started
to weigh on me and...

stole my sleep.

And you know how I
feel about loose ends.

Been one myself.

That's true,
isn't it, junior?

He bought me lunch,

and he bought me
a pack of cigarettes.

After Oklahoma,
I was working in Austin.

Drifted on down, run into this
little girl over here.

And, uh, I saw her
switching tickets

in this diner
in cherry spring.

She had her a full
rancher's breakfast,

then she pulled
a switch

with this
little old lady

had coffee and pie.

A little low-rent
for you, ain't it?

Well, it was the way
she did it, see?

Smooth as glass.
Real nerve.

Well, at least
she won't go hungry.

Well, she's a little
bigger than that.

The last
couple of months,

she's been running
this slick little game,

thing of beauty.

She steals
from the dead.

She's been sloppy
about it, of course.

Would have got caught
I hadn't come along.

But she's got
grit in spades.

I'll have to watch
my back with this one.

Her heart beats
about twice a minute.

Least it beats.

I don't want you
to kid yourself, junior.

See, you and me...

we're flesh and bone.

The same blood
that runs in my veins...

runs yours.

You seen my duffel?

May be in the truck.

What happened last night
with your father?

He just has the habit
of putting himself

in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

What's all that?

She hardly has a thing
to wear from what I gather.

Lord knows,
I got enough.

Besides, most of these
are full of bad memories.

Not too many
spring picnics here.

This may not be none
of my business, but, uh,

see, I run into
that little scarecrow

you got running that
north territory up there.

Uh, he mention that?

He mentioned it.

Good. Uh, his name, uh,
Eddy--Elroy--

Elliot.

Elliot. Right. Elliot.

He's a nervous little
son of bitch, isn't he?

Got a real strange
way of walking,

them ankles
so close together.

I notice things like that.
You notice that?

What's your point?

Well...

it, uh, might
not be my place.

It looked to me like he's
stealing from you, son.

Elliot's an honest man.

You sure know him
better than I do.

It's just that, see, uh,

I watched him
at this filling station

outside of paint rock
this one afternoon.

He had him two sacks,

and he was running
quarters in both of them.

It don't take no real genius
to count Clark bars

and figure out
that you're short.

He has been
short on you, junior.

Short don't mean
he's stealing.

No. No, I guess not.

But then again, what
else would it mean, huh?

Bye, y'all.

You sure you're
fit to travel?

Aw, hell, this
ain't nothing, darling.

Heck, I'm what you call
a, what, a quick healer.

You ask Arlis there.

I'd wreck my shoulder
on a Sunday

and still give him
a spanking on Monday.

There's a Texaco station
about 10 miles east.

Might be your last
chance for a while.

Well, I appreciate that.
Truly, I--except

we're heading north
around Benson county.

You remember Benson county,
don't you, junior?

Ah, I'm just
needling him.

The boy always
hated it up there.

Them locusts
drove him crazy.

You take care now.

Get yourself packed.
We're leaving.

Funny, I'd never put it
together, him and you.

If I'd met you separate,
I'd never see the tie.

I guess we don't get
much choice in it, do we?

No.

What was all that talk
about Benson county?

Just talk.

I don't remember
the locusts at all.

Pass me that bottle again,
will you?

We finished
the last we had.

We or you?

What's the difference?
It's gone.

Next place you see,
you stop.

You're the boss.

That's strange.

What?

Look at that
house up there.

It looks familiar.

Sure. That's the one
in the photograph.

Photograph?

Uh-huh. The one
that lady had.

I saw it
in her suitcase

when I went looking
for a nightshirt.

You're wrong.

No. That roof
was just the same,

and the trees, and the
windmill with that--

there's thousands of houses
look just like that up here.

No, I'm positive.

No one has lived
in that house for years.

Oh.

Well, looks like it was
a nice place once.

I think whoever lived there
would've kept it up.

Not that house.

What do you mean?

Years ago, they
say some Mexican

shot the man that, uh,
he was working for.

Then, uh, ahem,

shot the whole family
right--right after.

Jesus.

I mean, that's
the story I heard.

It changes
over the years, you know.

Who knows what
the truth is anymore?

But no matter the story, it all
comes back to one thing.

What's that?

That house, uh...

they say it's haunted.

But then, I don't
believe in ghosts.

All right, Darlene.
Thanks.

No! No, I'm glad
you told me.

Yeah, you, too. Bye.

I can't believe it.

He filed for divorce,
Reese did.

Uh... ahem.

I'm sorry.

Sorry? I'm just amazed he could
do the paperwork by himself.

I want to celebrate.

Celebrate?

Yeah. I feel free--

for the first time
in my life, I think.

I want to put on
a pretty dress,

get you out of that hat,

and go have a nice,
big, fat steak.

Any suggestions?

Try C-17.

C-17.

How come this
place is closed

middle of the week?

Pete's boy plays baseball
for a local school.

Anytime tommy's
set to pitch,

Pete throws
a lock on the place,

and he rides the bus
with the team.

That's how come
I got the key.

He must trust you.

I guess he does.

* Sometimes I...

You play this for
all the girls, old C-17?

First time.

You an honest man,
Arlis Sweeney?

* Dreamin' of a song

Yes, ma'am.

* The melody...

You like the dress?

I like the dress.

* ...Once again with you

You like the girl?

* When our love
Was new... *

I'd say she's the prettiest
woman in the room.

* Kiss an inspiration *

Pretty enough
to dance with?

* But that was
Long ago *

Well...

Now don't
tell me you don't.

* Stardust of a song

Hmm.

Well, don't you think
it's about time you learned?

Dancing...

frees the soul.

* You are in my arms

* A nightingale

* Tells his fairy tale

* A paradise
Where roses bloom *

* And though I
Dream in vain *

* In my heart

* There always
Will remain *

* My stardust melody

* The memory
Of love's refrain *

Howdy, partner.

Hey.

Hey?

That's all I get
after last night--hey?

Morning.

Good morning, darling.

Why don't you shake
on into the kitchen

and crack me a beer?

Need some help?

Yeah.

Get me two cases
of milky ways by 9 a.m.

'cause that's
what my hired man's

going to be looking to
take to Crockett county.

I haven't even
got one case.

Hell, I ain't got
a milky way--period.

I'm sure the good people
of Crockett county

can do without
a milky way a day or two.

It's my job,
all right?

Ooh!

We're a little surly
in the morning, aren't we?

That's ok. It runs
in my family, too.

What's that?

Morning bear--

I said it runs
in my family, too.

What else runs
in your family?

Huh?

Your family--you
never talk about them.

Well, believe me,

there's a lot more
interesting things

to talk about
than my family.

I already told you
everything

that's worth
telling anyway.

Besides, I haven't
seen them in years.

Not since
I got married.

But when you were
a kid growing up,

what were they like?

What'd your mother do?
What'd your father do?

If I didn't know you
better, Arlis Sweeney,

I'd say you
were crowding me.

Maybe you don't know me.

What'd my father do?

Drink, mostly. Gamble.

Lost everything
we had eventually.

That's how I met Reese.

Went to go collect
my father one night

at this place
out in the woods

where there was always
an all-night game,

and there they were,
sitting shoulder to shoulder--

two drunks...
losing money faster

than one sober fool
ever could.

Of course,
I was a real fool.

Ended up
taking Reese home,

stayed to
make his breakfast,

never left.

Why the sudden interest?

Nothing. I just, uh...

happened to see
that photograph

in your suitcase.

Oh, well,
that's not me.

It is me,
but it isn't.

It's, uh...

see, my parents,

the only parents
I've ever known,

are really, uh,
my aunt and uncle by blood.

The people in the
photograph I never knew.

They were lost
when I was a baby--

killed. Car accident.

Car accident?

Yeah. When
I was old enough,

I was given the picture
and told about it.

I don't know why
I hang onto it.

It's just, um...

you grow up
in an ugly house,

the way I did,

sometimes you wonder
how it might've been...

if things hadn't happened
the way they did.

It's funny. Your father,

the other day,
mentioned Benson county.

That's where they lived,
I'm pretty sure...

the people
in the picture...

my family.

Ok.

I'm about ready.

Listen.

I think maybe it would
be better you stay here.

Stay here?

While I run up the road,
tend to Elliot.

Ok.

There's some money
over there.

Get yourself something
to eat while I--

while I'm gone.

Well, they must make
one hell of a Spanish omelet.

All right.
I'll wait for you.

Hey.

You don't want to be going
anywhere without this.

Earl's truck stop
over at coke county

run out of Cheez-Its
again.

Cheez-Its and truckers,
they sure go together.

Oh, Phil Pritchard
wants you to ring him up

about putting
another coke machine

in his ice rink.

I can't figure
why he waited so long.

Two years
I've been telling him.

You're a little
light here, Elliot.

Yeah, well, I had trouble
with the Mexicans again.

They hurt
the machines?

Nothing I couldn't
put right with a crowbar.

I had to replace
the brace on one.

Slung it
with a 3/4-inch.

That should
solve your problem.

Should, but these boys
are strong.

Hell knows
I couldn't pop her.

Without the key.

Yeah.

Well,
that's what I meant.

Without the key.

You look like you had one too
many cups of coffee, Elliot.

It's the chill,
I guess.

Are you stealing
from me?

Arlis, you know I did time
in big spring.

I told you that right off
day we met.

But I did the time.

I'm out now.

And I want
to stay that way.

I'm not sure
that answers my question.

Arlis,
you don't know...

'cause you never
been in trouble.

But once you've been
in trouble

and people know it,

you feel guilty for
things you never done

just because you know

they think
you got it in you.

That potential.

That why your hands
are shaking?

That's why my hands
are shaking.

I like my job, Arlis.

I like you.

I like you, too,
Elliot.

I'll
see you next week.

And, Elliot, that business
about the machines--

it ain't
the Mexicans.

Up here,

they blame everything
on the Mexicans.

We asked 100 women
this question.

Give me the most
popular answer

that 100 women
answered.

Tell me a reason why women
leave their husbands.

Ken?

Infidelity.

Did our women
say infidelity?

It's number one!

Who needs him anyway?

Stardust motel.

Emma, it's Arlis.

Ring 12 for me,
will you?

Not unless you want
to talk to Teresa.

She's pulling the
sheets right now.

What do you
want me to do

with the suitcase?

Suitcase?

I'll have jimmy
put it in maintenance.

Well, I don't follow you.
Where's the lady?

Gone. Been gone
about an hour now.

They just got
in the car and left.

They? Who's they?

She and her friend--

a young lady
in sunglasses.

A real stinger,
that one.

Asked me for directions
3 times,

then took half the guest
mints from the bowl.

I swear, some people
have no manners.

They say where they
were going?

Up north, I guess.

The young one had
gotten turned around,

wanted to know how to
get on the farm route.

They could be
anywhere in the county.

Suits you, the dress.

You can
have it back,

if that's
what you mean.

I'm just saying
it suits you, that's all.

You might think about doing
something with your hair.

You got a nice face.
You should let the boys see it.

It ain't my face
the boys want to see.

Maybe you haven't
met the right boy.

And you have?

I thought so.
Last night, at least.

But now I--

I don't know
what to think.

Look,
you can't figure men,

so don't run yourself
ragged trying.

I don't know why
he didn't call me.

I told you.
It's a surprise.

I don't even know
what's going on myself.

I'm just doing
what I was told.

Well, here we are.

This where we're going?

I--I don't--

Oh, my God.

Surprise.

Howdy.

Hey.

Now she's some
old dame, ain't she?

Look at that face,
sweet pea.

Does that
break your heart?

To pieces.

First time
you seen it.

How did he know?

What's that, ma'am?

The house, how--

how did he know
where it was?

Oh, Arlis, he, uh--

he knows a lot more
than he lets on.

Anyway, sweet pea saw it,
and, uh...

something
about a photograph.

That about right?

Right.

Where is he?

Oh, he'll be along.

Say, you want to take
a little look inside,

look around?
Well, go on.

But you be careful,
now.

Watch yourself, especially
on them stairs there.

There's more termites
than there is timber by now.

How was the movie?

I got here
as fast as I could.

You talk to that clerk
there at the motel?

Mm-hmm.

And dropped enough crumbs
for a flock of geese.

That's 10 minutes.
Where the hell you been?

She had to pee...

twice.

And I had to make
a stop of my own.

I know
how grim you get

you don't get
your breakfast.

You're smarter
than I thought.

I'm not smart enough
to figure out

what we're doing
wasting our time

out here
in crackerland.

I'm going to tell you
all about loose ends someday,

and you'll want
to listen careful.

You look like you seen
a ghost here, junior.

I hope he brought
some food.

Arlis?

You all right?

Aw, hell, he's fine,
just fine.

Cat's got his tongue
is all.

Come on up.

There's something
I want to show you.

Watch your step, son.

It's like heaven, isn't it?

My mother must have
stood right here,

brushing her hair...

daydreaming...

I think
I figured it out.

I must have slept in here...

or there.

No.

In front.

In those days,
houses like these,

they'd put the baby
in the front of the house.

That way if a woman
was hanging laundry

and the baby cried,
she could hear.

Maybe my mother hung
laundry out back.

Sun's strongest
in the front.

You seem to know more
about me than I do,

so you tell me--

were my parents
good people?

Were they nice
to baby Kay?

I'm sure they were.

What makes you so sure?

'Cause
you're good people.

And good people
come from good people.

Isn't that right,
son?

That's right.

Well, I'm not
so sure that's true.

But it's nice of you
to say.

Oh, no. I'm--

I'm not
just saying it.

I know it.
That's a fact.

I want to go outside.

That's a good idea.

Would you
do me a favor?

Would you take Ginnie
while you're at it?

She's probably
biting on her nails by now.

I'll go with you.

Nah.

Uh, I need
to talk to you--

father to son,
you know.

Let the girls get some wind
in their hair.

We could walk
for days, I'll bet,

and never see
anything but this.

Wouldn't that
be a thrill?

See, it was the girl--
sweet pea--

that first mentioned it--

the house
being the same and all.

I thought she had it
all wrong, naturally.

See, I knew--

I knew I'd never seen
this woman of yours before

'cause, hell, I never
forget a face, never.

But...

still, there was something
dogging me--

a sound.

Halfway to Shreveport,
I see a lady

standing by the side
of the road.

Her mother.

That's when I knew
what it was.

That sound in my head.

Her crying.

See, I had--
I'd forgotten...

about the baby.

What's that sound?
Hear it?

Bugs.

No.

She doesn't know.

There's no reason
for her to know,

no reason for me
to tell her.

I--I realize that.
I truly--truly do.

But this woman,
she's different.

See, I...

I noticed that
the first time I seen her--

the way she looked at you,
and the way you looked at her.

Hell, it was
touching, truly.

She'll never know.

I swear it
on my life.

Damn, I--I wish
I could believe that.

But as much
as we are the same,

you've always been
a little too emotional.

I left her this morning.

I only came back
'cause of you...

this little game.

Oh, this ain't
no game, junior.

You know me
better than that.

I must be out
of my fucking mind.

It's not gonna change,
you know!

They don't grow this stuff
but one color.

It's a shame, really.

So sweet, almost innocent.

She is innocent.

But I'm not.

Take me.

And she can't know.

I couldn't do that.

What kind of man
would that make me?

A man
shoot his own kin?

No. I couldn't
sleep with that.

And I do
prize my sleep.

There's really only
one question here, son--

do I do it...

or you?

I could hear 'em.

You don't mind
if I smoke, do you?

You know how I always
enjoy a good cigar.

See, that's what separates me
from other men--

that I can
tell the difference.

Good cigar's not what
separates you from other men.

What separates you, junior?
You fuck their wives?

I don't
shoot their children.

You done
what you were told,

there wouldn't have been
any blood that night.

I didn't pull the trigger.

No, but you
opened the door.

They were supposed
to be asleep.

They're always
supposed to be.

Besides, wasn't me
that shot first.

I had no choice.

And the boy?
Did he have a choice?

Fuck that little boy!

He almost got
your daddy killed.

We had one bad night.

That was 30 years ago.

There was more
than one bad night.

But that was your night,
wasn't it, junior?

You're right.

You didn't
pull the trigger.

You did
open the door,

and now...

you brung her to me.

See...

you're stupid.

You always been stupid.

You was stupid when
you were a little kid.

As a man, shit,
you're being stupid now.

Who's got the gun,
boy? Huh? Me?

Of course not.

Put it on me and
pull the trigger.

Come on. Come on.

Hmm?

See? You can't.

You can't.
Just can't.

You can't...

'cause we're kin.

Blood.

Look, you go ahead
and run along

and fill up
them candy machines.

Yeah, it's only right
that I do it.

This way we both
can sleep easier.

Dad.

Son?

Sweet dreams.

What happened?

Get in the truck.

But--

get in the truck!

Hey.

Everything
he told you...

it's a lie.

Thanks for the advice.

Don't be in a hurry
to leave.

They know me here
for years,

so you just stay
as long as you want

till you figure out
your next step.

You got your key?

Yeah.
I got my key.

What was I doing
in that house today?

Or am I crowding you?

There are
some things that...

are better left unsaid.

Just does no good
to talk about 'em.

No good at all.

It's like I said--

I'm a creature of habit.

Each town I go,
there's a place to eat,

place to sleep.

And in each town,
there's also a woman.

I'm starting
to miss them.

Sure. I understand.

I just sort of fell
into your life, anyway.

There wasn't
any reason to it.

God knows
I've been a burden.

It's just...

I really haven't been myself
these last few days.

Yes, you have.

You've been fine.

Better than fine.

Looks like they're
almost gone.

Them bruises.

I better go.

I got a jukebox
up the road

that's only playing
George Jones.

That ain't so bad.

I guess not.

Hey, I stumble on any
of those blue dimes of yours,

maybe I'll use
a couple of them,

give you a call,
let you know how I'm doing.

You know where to find me.

What's that
on your pocket?

That's nothing.

That's just a little blood.