All language subtitles for The Sound And. The .Fury.2014.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

[birds chirping]

Narrator:
The Compson domain, as it was
called by the locals,

once consisted of 640 acres
of forests, open fields

and the land that would one
day be the center

of the town of Jefferson,
Mississippi.

The Compson home would become
known as the governor's house
in the 1850s

when Quentin
Maclachlan Compson

rose to that position
of prominence.

He would be
the last Compson,

as fate or blood
would have it,

who would not fail
at everything he touched.

The governor's son
would become a general.

It was Jason II who failed
at Shiloh in '62,

and failed again at Resica
in '64.

It was Jason II,
failed brigadier,

who would spend
the next 40 years

selling off fragments of
the family land to keep up

the mortgage
on the remainder.

[thunder rumbles]

His son,
Jason Lycurgus Compson III,

would be the one to oversee
the final stages

of the family's long
fade into irrelevance.

What was left of the 640 acres

was now known merely
as the Compson place,

the once vast property
encroached upon by nature,

neighbors and the expanding
town of Jefferson itself.

Caroline Bascomb Compson,
his wife, married him

for the Compson name
and all that it promised,

and would then curse
that same name for
the rest of her days.

He would father four children.

He would sell the last
of the surrounding
pasture land to finance

his daughter's wedding

and his eldest son's
Harvard education,

and then he would die,
killed by drink and grief.

[panting]

Caddie!

[whispering]
Caddy. Caddy smelled
like the trees.

Caddie!

[whispering]
She smelled like the trees.

[grunts]

Listen to you.
Now ain't you somethin'.

Thirty-three years old
and goin' on that way.

If you don't hush up, Grammy
ain't gonna throw you
no birthday for you,

and I'm gonna eat
that cake all up,
including the candles.

Now, come on.
Help me look for my quarter.

[grunts]

Come on, you old lump.

[grunts]

Wait a minute.

You snagged on
that nail again.

Every damn time.

Oh, Benjy, you got
snagged on the nail again.

You got your hands all dirty.

Here, wipe 'em off.

There, like that. See?

Hey, Caddy, not too far, now.

[whispering]
She smelled like the trees.

[grunts]

I need that quarter.
We were down here yesterday.

It's gotta be here somewhere.

Come on, Benjy.

[whispering]
She smelled like the trees.

[grunts]

Here, you big baby.
Take this.

Stop, Benjamin.
Stop, Benjamin!

Give him a flower. He wants it.
It'll quiet him up.

Poor baby.

Why is you callin' him a baby?

He's a man, big as Versh.

We're goin' to the cemetery.

I know you won't come,
but if you did...

What?

I'd feel safe.

Safe from what?

[groans]

Stop it, Mother, before you
start the damn loony bawlin'

while you drive down
the middle of the street.

- Stop, Benjamin.
- [groans]

Get on, Russell.

[whispering]
Caddy, Quentin, Father.

Dilsey said they were gone.
Where'd they go?

Any one of y'all seen
a quarter down here?

Quarter?

Yeah, the one I had
here yesterday.

If I don't find it,
I ain't gonna be able
to go to the show tonight.

Caddie!

[groans]

What's he moanin' about?

Who knows with him.
He been at it all mornin'.

- [groans]
- Worse than usual.

Probably 'cause
it's his birthday, I reckon.

How old is he?

Thirty-three.

You mean he's been three
for thirty years.

[groans]

I don't know. I just go
by what my grammy say.

Come on, Benjy.
Let's get you in the water.

Maybe that'll shut you up.

Yeah, that's right.

Weird old man.

You just stare at
those feet a bit.

[whispering]
The water was cold.
We were small.

Caddy said the water
made everything better.

Jason, come on!

Yeah, come play with us.

Uh-uh. I hate swimmin'.

[whispering]
Jason was always alone.

Now Caddy, you know
your mama gonna whip you
you get that dress wet.

- Is not.
- How do you know?

I know 'cause I know, Quentin.
What do you know?

I know 'cause I'm older
and I go to school.

Well, I'm seven and I'm goin'
to school next year,
ain't I, Versh?

Quentin!

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

Hope you're happy.
Now we'll both get whipped.

I don't care.
I'll run away.

Sure you will.

That's right, I'll run away
and never come back.

[groans]

Hush, now.
I'm not gonna run away.

I'm gonna stay with
you forever. Okay, Benjy?

[whispering]
She smelled like the trees.

Quentin.

Quentin!

Where'd Quentin go?

He's poutin' down
at the tree.

Quentin! Come on!

Oh, let the old skizzard
stay there if he wants.

[whispering]
Quentin loved the shadows.

Come on, Benjy,
have another.

- [groans]
- Come on.

There's plenty more
in the cellar.

[groans]

We'll just say Dan drank it.
He a smart dog.

Maybe he drink champagne.

[groans]

Have another.

[groans]

You know what this
weddin' need, Benjy?

It need one of them
dancin' bears.

Now, think about it, Benjy.

One of them bears walk
right in this barn.

[growling]

Benjy, be a bear for me.
Come on, Benjy. Be a bear.

[groans]

Come on. Come on, Benjy.
Up. Get up, Benjy.

[laughs]

Come on, Benjy.

Come on, Benjy.
Have fun with me, Benjy.

Come on. Be a bear.

[groans]

Versh.

Quentin. Why you look so sad?

A man's supposed to be happy
at his sister's wedding.

[grunting]

Shut up!
You shut your mouth, Versh.

You shut up!
You shut your mouth!

Have some champagne.

Shut up, Versh.
I'll kill you, Versh.

Versh! Get on out here
before I whip you.

Come on, now.
Come on, you big ox.

Let me get you on your feet.
There you go.

[groans]

Come on, Benjy.

Now, child, you have to
be real quiet tonight.

- Why?
- Never mind you why.

You's gonna know why in
the Lord's own good time.

Come on, now. Eat up.

- Dilsey.
- Yes, honey?

When did I start talkin'?

Seem like you been
talkin' all the time.

What about Quentin?

What are you up to?
Why is you askin'?

When will Benjy start talkin'?

Well, don't you worry
about Benjy, Miss Caddy.

Now, he's gonna be talkin'
in his own sweet time.

Y'all's all talks
enough, anyway.

Benjy don't talk, maybe,
but knows all the same.

How? How does he know?

I'm not sure how he knows,
Mr. Quentin, but knows he does.

[whispering]
Mother cried while
Grandma slept.

Benjy, I can't go to the show
if I don't find that quarter.

How'd y'all get back out?

We've got company.

Is that stoddy old
grandma's funeral yet?

- Frony.
- What's a funeral?

It's where they moan
and sing and stuff.

Oh, that's just for coloreds.
White folks don't have funerals.

- White folks--
- Frony.

Mama say we not
supposed to say nothin'.

White folks die, too.

What's she talkin' about?

Where are we goin'?

To the tree. Come.

Caddy, what we doin' here?

Shh! Versh, push me up.

[whispering]
Caddy, be careful.

I am, silly goose.

I'm gonna tell on her.

Caddy, what do you see?

Nothin'.
Mother's cryin' again.

Grandma's sleepin'.

Why won't she wake?

[whispering]
Mother slept but would not wake.

Father slept
but would not wake.

[loud groans]

Come on.

Can you take him out, please?

Man can't work with all
that hollerin' a goin' on.

That's what
I'm tryin' to do.

[loud groans]

Someone's makin' the bed
so he can sleep down in--

Now, you hush, Benjy, okay?
Go on downstairs.

[groans]

Come on, Benjy.
It's gonna be all right.

It's gonna be okay, Benjy.

[groans]

There you go.
Now you got the whole night

and 20 acres of pasture
to bellow in.

Might as well do it now
before they start in
buildin' that golf course.

[Benjy groans]

[whispering]
Roscoe said the pasture
would make the noises stop.

[groans]

[whispering]
The grass smelled like honey.

Time's up. Let's go.
Jason will be home
soon, Benjy.

You know he don't like you
out here watchin' folk.

We'll go search in the woods.

Come on, you old turf.

You know they gonna send you
to Jackson after your ma dies.
Don't ya?

Mr. Jason say
so nearly every day.

[whispering]
Caddy says Father and
Quentin will take care of me,

but Dilsey said
they went away.

[groans]

Come on. Come on, now.

No. Benjy. Benjy. Benjy!

[roaring]

[laughs]
Benjy!

Benjy!

Benjy!
[screams]

You. Benjy!
Where you goin'?

Ah. Ah. Ah, hell.

Stop. Please.

[whispering]
Caddy loved to
swing in the wind.

Benjy, how'd you slip out?
Where's Versh?

[groans]

Benjy, this is my friend Dalton.
You know Dalton.

[groans]

Oh, my, go back over there.
You're scaring him.

[groans]

Benjy, this is my friend Dalton.

I need to stay here and talk
with him a while, okay?

Stop.

Are you crazy?
He can see.

He don't know nothin'.
He can't even talk.

Let me go.

- [groans]
- Come on.

I'm takin' him
back to the house.

I'll be waitin'.

I don't want to ever hear
that he's around this house.

- Ever! She's ruined.
- Well, you won't ever hear
that he's around the house.

We're ruined with
that scoundrel.

This is all
your fault, Jason.

Calm down, Caroline.
Let's talk rationally
about this.

- Rationally?
- Rationally.

You tell me, what are
we going to do?

She's ruined.

- Ruined. We're all ruined.
- Nowhere to go.

You're ruined, I'm ruined.
We've been ruined since
the day we was born.

[whispering]
Caddy. She didn't
smell like the trees.

Benjy. I'm tellin' you,
you do not want to go
over there.

Benjy, stop, stop.

[groans]

You crazy old loon.

Luster, I'm gonna tell Dilsey
that you let him follow
me around everywhere.

I couldn't stop him. I tried.
I swear.

Come on, Benjy.

You two have been snoopin'
around after me.

Did my uncle send you two
to spy on me? Did he? Did he?

Luster, if you don't get him out
of here right this minute--

I can't do nothin' with him.
Here, you try.

Oh, come on, now, let him stay.
He ain't harmin' no one.

You like that fire, huh, Jack?
Look here.

[whispering]
Caddy smelled like the trees.

What do you see
up there, Benjy?
They gonna see you.

You know you're supposed
to stay away from all that
'til they get done.

Now, come on, Benjy.

I'll let you drink some
champagne if you come down.

[groans]

Shh! Benjy, it's okay. See?

Still me.
I'm still your Caddy.

It's all right.

It's all right.

[knocking]

[groans]

[thunder rumbles]

Why can't you ever do
like I ask, Benjy?

I'm the one who should
be doin' the moanin'.

Come on, Benjy.

How the quarter gonna
be up in the tree?

[groans]

Benjy! I'm sick of it.
You want somethin' to cry about?

I'll give you somethin'
to cry about.

Caddy, Caddy, Caddy, Caddy.

[groans]

Caddy, Caddy,
Caddy, Caddy,

Benjy, no. Quiet.
Benjy. Benjy.

Shh! Benjy.
Benjy...

I didn't mean it.
I didn't mean it.

Come on, Benjy.
Calm down. Calm down.

[whispering]
Caddy said she
would never leave.

[groaning]

Hey, Benjy, where you goin'?

She done gone.

Starin' at that gate
ain't gonna do no good.

Versh! Where's he goin'?

Can't you play with him
and keep him quiet?

He want to go down yonder,
stare at that gate.

Well, he can't.
We can't have him down there

where the whole town
can see.

He think if he go down
yonder by that gate,

Miss Caddy gonna come home.

Nonsense. Go get him.

Benjy!
Come on back now, Benjy.

[whispering]
Caddy said she would come back.

[groans]

[groans]

Benjy. No, no, not now.
Father, Father, help.

Benjy, no, no, stop, stop.
Stop, Benjy, not now.

- [groans]
- Benjy, no. Father, help!

- Your sister--
- Benjy, no.

Careful, now.
Let's leave her be.

It's all right.
It's all right, Benjy.

- [groans]
- Come on, now.

Let's leave her be.
That's my Benjy.

That's my Benjy.
Come on.

He can't get out.
He won't hurt anybody anyway.
Come on.

I'm scared.
Look at him.

[groans]

[girls scream]

[girl screams]

[whispering]
I was trying to say
her hair shined.

She fell. I fell.

It went dark.

Well, how did he get out?

Did you leave the gate
unlatched when you came in?

Of course not.
Don't you know I got
better sense than that?

The girl was more scared
than anything, thank God.

Worse.

Christ, this family's
bad enough without

the idiot accosting
girls on the street.

Hm? I could have told you
it was a matter of time

before somethin'
like this happened.

You've got to send
him to Jackson.

You can't say no any longer.

Or we'll see if Mr. Bergus
don't shoot him first.

That's enough.

Well, if you don't
send him to Jackson,

we'll just have to
take other precautions.

That's enough, Jason.

That is enough, Jason.
Enough!

You think you're better
than everybody else just
because you're ten.

Shut up, Jason.
You're a dirty little beast.

Caddy, you be nice
to your brother.

He cut up all
of Benjy's dolls!

- You're a skizzle!
- I'll slit his skizzle!

- Caddy!
- I will! I swear!

- He did it just
to be mean.
- All right. All right.

Now, you come over here now.

You come here, Caddy.
We are a family.

Your sister and your brothers

are all we got in this world.

Well, Father.
Speak to me now.

What are you gonna do?

Nothin'? Not a goddamn thing?

Hell.

Well, if you're
not willin' to,
I'll do it myself.

[groans]

Poor Benjy.

[groaning]

[whispering]
They hurt me.
Everything was cold.

Jason said this would help.

[groans]

* Jesus loves me

* Yes, I know

* For the Bible
tells me so *

* Little one,
to him belong *

* They are weak, but

* He is strong *

All right, Benjy, now,
go on to sleep.

Go on to sleep, baby.

[humming]

I need you all to be especially
quiet tonight. Real quiet.

[whispering]
Father smelled like the rain.

I love each and
every one of you.

Goodnight, Benjy.
I love you.

[whispering]
She smelled like the trees.

[bell tolling]

I give you...

the mausoleum
of all hope and desire.

I fear it may fit your
individual needs

no better than it fit
your grandfather's

or his father's.

I give it to you not
that you may remember time,

but that you might
forget it now and then,

and not waste all your
breath tryin' to conquer it,

because no battle is ever won.

They are not even fought.

The field is.

They are only to reveal
to man his own folly
and despair.

And victory...

victory is just an illusion

of philosophers and fools.

Christ was not crucified.

He was worn down
by the minute ticking

of little wheels.

You goin' on a trip?

No, I was, uh,
just spring cleaning.

[clears throat]

What, is this a wedding
or a wake?

I reckon the police
won't get me for wearing
my new suit one time.

Dressed like that, people might
make you for a Harvard student.

Heaven forbid.

Is he comin' to class now,
or are you too proud
for classes, too?

I'll be there.

Yeah?

Don't wait for me.

All right, well,
come on, Shreve.

Guess your husband can take
care of himself, right?

Go on, Shreve.

Can I help you?

Hi, uh, may I please
have four tailor's gooses,

uh, um, geese, geese, rather.

- Four.
- Uh, yes, sir.

Okay.

Father:
We have sold Benjy's pasture
so that you may go to Harvard,

where the best of thought
clings like dead ivy vines

to old dead brick.

Man, the sum of
his climactic experience.

Man, the sum of...

What have you.

A stalemate of dust and desire.

Again, the saddest of all,

more than was.

Sometimes water
is like breathin'.

The float slow,
heeling out to the sea,

and the caverns
and the grottos.

The displacement of
water is equal to...

The somethin' of somethin'.

[chuckles]

"Reducto absurdum"
of all human experience.

And two six-pound
flat irons

weigh more than
one tailor's goose.

[laughs]

You know what a tailor's
goose is, boy?

It's a iron.

Iron weigh ten pound.

Two six-pound flat iron
weigh 12 pounds.

That weigh more
than a tailor's goose.

At least by my reckoning.

So, Quentin, how do you
feel about your sister
havin' the first car in town?

It's fine.

Isn't Herbert generous?

Did I write you and tell you

that he is going to put
Jason into his bank?

Jason's going to make
a splendid banker.

Yeah. How about you, Quentin?

You want to work
in the bank, too?

No, I think I'll be fine.
Thank you.

My two Harvard boys.
I am so proud.

My own daughter engaged to
such a fine young gentleman.

It's a dream come true,
it really is, Caddy.

You know, Mrs. Compson,
your daughter, uh,

talks about you quite a lot.

It's to be expected seein'
as you raised her so well.

What she failed to convey
was the full extent of
your charm.

I mean, I had no idea that
you were such a striking woman.

I might take you
with me instead. Huh?

[laughs] Oh, Herbert.

- Somebody better drive
this goddamn thing.
- Herbert, take the wheel.

Somebody better take that wheel.
Somebody better take it.

Herbert!
[screams]

Somebody better drive
this goddamn thing.

Somebody better drive it.

He's a liar, Caddy.

He was dropped from his club
for cheatin' at cards,

and then he got
caught cheatin' on
his mid-term exam.

Caddy, he was expelled.

Well, what about it?
I'm not gonna be playin'
cards with him.

He's a scoundrel, Caddy.

Jesus, I don't need
you to protect me.

I'm your older brother.

Quentin!

Are you gonna look
after Benjy and father?

[scoffs]

Why do you care?

- Promise.
- When have you ever cared?

Quentin, I'm--

I'm sick.

Sick? You can't marry him,
then, if you're sick.

No, no, the sick is
why I have to marry him.

Somebody, anybody,
do you understand?

Whatever happens, don't let
them take Benjy to Jackson.

Do you hear me?

Is it his?

Who's is it, Caddy?

It's his.

Dalton Ames.

Listen, Caddy. You, uh,
you don't have to go
through with this.

We can-- we can go away.
You, me, Benjy, we can go--

we can go where
nobody knows us.

With what?
Your school money?

The money they sold
the pasture for?

Look, don't you let them
send Benjy to Jackson.

Do it for me, Quentin.

Quentin:
If there could just be
a hell beyond...

the two of us more than dead.

Beyond the clean flame.

Purity is a negative state, and
therefore contrary to nature.

Virginity is a concept
created by man.

Nature is hurtin' you,
Quentin.

The world and all
its sordid clarity.

Not Caddy.

Don't lash out at
your sister

when it's the world
you wish to punish.

Those are just words.

Exactly.
As is everything.

You don't know.

Oh, I do.

And you will, too.

Quentin:
I could smell the curves of
the river beyond the dusk,

and I could feel water
beyond the twilight.

When it bloomed in
the spring and it rained,

the smell was everywhere,

like there was somethin'
in the light itself.

Want a treat, don't you?

Like me to get you a treat?

All right, all right,
you stay here.

Father:
Man is the sum of
his misfortunes.

One day you'd think
misfortune would get tired,

then time itself is
your misfortune.

You carry the symbol of your
frustration into eternity.

Then then wings are bigger,

but who can play a harp?

His name is Dalton Ames.

He's crossed oceans.

He's been to India, Quentin,
can you imagine?

Do you love him?

No.

Well, uh-- well, did he
make you do it, then?

Hmm?

I'll kill him.

I will, I'll find him
and I'll kill him.

Or I'll force him
to leave forever.

Tomorrow, Caddy,
I will tomorrow.

Ask me again.

Do you love him?

Do you love Dalton Ames?

No.

Well, do you hate him?

Oh, Quentin, you don't
understand, do you?

Yes, I hate him.

I would die for him.

I've already died for him and
I will over and over again.

- You'd understand if--
- If what, Caddy, if what?

You've never
done that, have you?

With a girl.

Sure I have.

Lots of times.

Uh, Natalie, I-- I don't know.
What if my sister--

Caddy?

Who cares about Caddy?

[gasps]

Caddy, wait.

You bastard!

Caddy. Caddy, wait!

Caddy, wait!

Caddy! Wait!

We weren't doin' anything.

I don't give a damn.
I don't care what you do.

Caddy.

Why don't you care?

Why should I?
I don't give a damn!

Well, I'll make
you give a damn.

You--

[grunting]

Care now?

Do you care now, Caddy?

You care now, Caddy? Huh?
Huh, you care now?

[spits]

Stop.

You care now?

Y'all look at us.

We're a mess.

[laughs]

I tried to scratch
your eyes out.

She send you?

No. Nobody did.

This is just me.

I'm tellin' you to get
the hell out of town.

I'll give you
until sundown.

Now, what'll you
do if I don't?

I'll kill you.
Don't think I won't.

Things are that
bad up there, huh?

I said I'll give you
until tonight.

Look, kid.

Ain't no good gonna come
from you takin' this so hard.

It's not your fault.

It's bound to happen
to her sooner or later.

If it wasn't me,
it would have been
some other fella. Hm?

Take that cigarette out
of your mouth.

Tonight.

Tonight.

[gunshot]

What for?
I'm not gonna try to beat that.

I'm givin' it to you.

'Cause if you're
seriously threatening me,

you're gonna need it.

Come on, now.

Quentin.

I mean it.

Take it.

Turn around.

You turn around and face me.

[grunts]

All right.
All right, all right.

Oh, crap. Oh.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Just-- here.

[gasping]

Relax.

Just take it easy.

Quentin! Quentin!

Quentin. Quentin.
I heard the gunshot.

- I'm fine, I'm fine.
- Oh, I was afraid
he'd shoot you.

- I said I'm fine.
- Did he hit you?

No.

He didn't?

No, he didn't do anything.
Wait, Caddy, Caddy.

Let me go. I have to catch him.
Please, let me go!

Will you stay with me?

Hey!

Julio!

[yelling in Italian]

You steal my sister!

[yelling in Italian]

[speaks Italian]

Father:
You will remember that for
you to go to Harvard

has been your mother's
dream since you were born,

and no Compson has
ever disappointed a lady.

Harvard is such a fine sound.

And 40 acres is no
high price for a fine sound.

We will swap Benjy's pasture

for a fine, dead sound.

Come on, Quentin.

Caddy...

Do you remember the day
Grandmother died?

When I pushed you in
the water in your drawers?

I could do you...

It wouldn't hurt,
and then I could do myself.

Can you do yourself?

Yes.

The blade is long enough,
it wouldn't hurt but a second.

Do it.

You want me to?

Do it.

I will.

Do it. Don't cry.

I'm not crying.

Do it, Quentin.

[sobbing]

Shh.

I'm not...
I'm not crying.

I will look down and
see my murmuring bones

in the deep water,
like a roof of wind,

and after a while they will
not be able to distinguish

even bones upon the lonely
and inviolate sand

until on the day
when he says rise,

only the flatirons
will come floatin' up.

Father:
All men are just
accumulations.

Dolls stuffed with sawdust,

swept up from the trash heaps

where all the previous
dolls have been thrown away.

The sawdust flowing from
what wound

of what side that
did not die for me.

You cannot bear to think
that some day it may

not hurt you like this.

Man...

was conceived by accident.

Every breath
a fresh cast of dice

already loaded against him.

No man ever does that
from first fury of remorse

or despair or bereavement.

He only does it when he comes
to realize that even his
despair

or remorse or bereavement

is of no particular importance
to the dark dice man.

No.

You will not know despair until
you've come to understand

that even she is
not quite worth despair.

[bell tolling]

Non fui. Sum. Fui. Non sum.

Father:
Was is the saddest
word of all.

There's nothin' else.

It's not despair until time,

and it's not even time
until is is was.

[whispers]
Caddy, Caddy, Caddy, Caddy.

[repeating "Caddy"]

Jason IV:
Once a bitch, always a bitch.

That's what I say.

And mother says,
"She's your own flesh
and blood."

If I had my way,
when people act like a nigger,

no matter who they are,
you treat them like a nigger.

And mother says,
"But she's just a child."

Do you want me to do
anything with her or not?

If you do, then let me
do things my way.

Please. Just another
half a cup.

No, child. No 17 year old
girl needs more than
a cup of coffee.

Is that your school
costume, missy?

Or is today a holiday no one
bothered to tell me about?

And what in Christ
is that hair?

I cut it.

Thought you'd go around
town with my name

lookin' like a goddamn whore.

Now, you go on, child,
get dressed for school.

You can ride in with Jason,
you're gonna make yourself
late again.

No, no, she's not
gonna be late.

We're gonna change that
right now. Come here.

What for?

Put the cup down
and get over here.

What you after now, Jason?

Goddammit, Quentin, you
may think you can run
over your grandmother,

but I ain't her.

I give you ten seconds
to get over here.

When it's ten seconds,
give me a whistle.

Now, Jason.

[screams]

Jason, no!

I'll hit you!

Now, you stop it. Jason!

You keep out of this.
Keep out of this.

You're goin' to school.
Come here, it's okay.

It's okay. Come here.

Now, I don't want no damn
playin' out of school.

It's none of your business!

- You've been hidin'
in the woods.
- Goddamn you!

[shouting, screaming]

Stop, Jason!

Now, you run, child.
Run, child!

Stop! Stop.
Stop it!

[screaming]

You want to hit somebody?
You want to hit somebody?

You hit me! You hit me!

You think I won't?

I don't put nothin'
beyond you, Jason.

Jason, what's happenin'?

[panting]

All right. Okay.

I better not hear about
you cuttin' class again,

slippin' around with
one of those--

I don't slip around!

I don't!

Now, now, Miss Quentin.
You don't worry about a thing.

He ain't layin' a hand on you
as long as I'm here.

Dilsey!

You better
watch yourself, nigger.

Mm-hmm.

Dilsey.

Hm?

All right.
All right, I's comin'.

I's comin', Miss Caroline,

you go on back upstairs
and go to bed.

You ain't got to worry
yourself with this.

Dilsey...

It's all right.
It's all right.

You didn't even see him?

You didn't even try to get him
to make any provision for it?

She shall not touch his money,
not one cent of it.

He can be forced to by law.
He can't prove--

Oh, hush, Caroline.

[baby crying]

And what about Jason's job
at Herbert's bank?

We'll worry about that later.

Jason IV:
Ever since that night
she dumped her on our doorstep,

we've been stuck with
that ungrateful brat,

stuck in a crap job
in this backwater town,

while my sister
gallivants around the world

doin' God knows what.

[baby crying]

Hello, Jason.

[clears throat]
What are you doin' here?

Why didn't anybody
let me know?

I just happened to see it in
the paper, just happened to.

Fine lot you care.

Come sneakin' on in here
as soon as he's dead.

Don't think you can use this
to come crawlin' back in.

Mother won't have it,
I won't.

We don't even know your name
in that house anymore.

Did you know that?

You'd be better off if
you were down there with him.

Or Quentin.

You're still an angry child,
aren't you?

You're right, though.

Jason, if you can get mother
to let me have her back,

I'll give you a
thousand dollars.

[scoffs]

You don't even have
a thousand dollars.

Yes, I have, I will have,
I can get it.

Hm. I have an idea, too,
how you'll get it, too.

On your back, like you got her.

Go on.

Let it out.

It's no secret what you and
I think about one another.

Jason, you just promise me

that you'll take care of her.

That is easy for you to say.
You don't have--

What? Anything?
You're right.

I have nothing. Nothing!

Okay, now listen,
you get on home. Huh?

There's no place for you
in Jefferson anymore.

Jason. If I send other
checks beyond the ones

that Mother takes,
can you use it if she--

Can you just make sure that
she has nice things
like the other girls?

Please, it--

If you fix it so
that I can see her

for a minute, I'll give
you 50 dollars.

- You don't have 50 dollars.
- Yes, I do. Will you do it?

Let me see it, then.
I don't believe you.

For one minute.

- Yes.
- Hm.

Even just a glimpse,
I'll go right away.

Give me the money first.

No, after.

Don't you trust me?

No. I know you.

I grew up with you.

Okay, then.

Stop.

Yes?

Promise me.

Give me the money.

Give me the money before
somebody sees you.

Jefferson already has enough
to talk about already.

No, no, please.

Every month for sixteen years
she's been sending checks,

flaunting the money she
gets from who knows where,

spoilin' a girl who's
done nothin' to earn it.

We need nobody's charity.

Mm-hmm. No, Mother.

Certainly not that of
a fallen woman.

Yes, Mother.

Mm-hmm.

It's exactly all
we needed, Mother.

We get along as we have
the past sixteen years, Mother.

Jason IV:
So I let Mother burn the fakes
and I cashed the checks myself.

It's for the best.

Someone has got to look out
after our family's finances.

A new shipment just came in.

You better help Uncle Job
sort it in the back.

It's fine.

Hey, Jason.
I could use a hand.

Not right now, man,
I've got some errands to run.

You're actually sayin'
the White Sox

are gonna beat the Yankees.
Let's just go over the facts.

Yankees got Babe Ruth.
They got Lou Gehrig.

Babe Ruth, single greatest
baseball player of all time.

I know what this guy's
gonna say right now.

You're thinkin'
about the Cardinals.

Well, I'm gonna tell you
there is no way

the Cardinals are
beatin' the Yankees.

Do you understand
how baseball works?

Are you familiar with
the game of baseball?

'Cause I don't dabble
in the sport.

I'm an expert at the sport.

Caddy:
I've had no answer
to the last two letters,

but the checks
were both cashed.

Is everything all right?

Let me know at once
or I'll come see myself.

You promised me you'd let me
know if anything was wrong.

Please wire at once. Caddy.

- [cash register dings]
- Good morning, Jason.

I reckon, unlike these fools,
you got your money

on the Yankees to win
the pennant this year.

Not this shot. You think your
team can be that lucky forever?

No, that's why
it's not luck.

Luck has nothin' to
do with it, sir.

Mm, I wouldn't bet on anything
with that Babe Ruth fella on it.

- Really?
- Really.

Don't care for Babe Ruth?

I could care less for
Babe Ruth, sir.

Well, he's just the single
greatest athlete

in the history of humanity,
but I could see why that would

not seem significant
to some people, I suppose.

Babe Ruth is, uh...
just a fat old fool.

What's your message, sir?

The message is, "All is well.
Q will write today."

- "All is well--"
- Mm-hmm.

- "Q will write today."
- "Q will write today."

Make sure you send it collect.
All right?

- Yeah.
- Collect.

Collect.

- Send it collect.
- I will send it collect, sir.

Bad news from
the telegram office?

Now, why the hell would
you think that?

No reason, you-- you look upset.
I thought maybe you--

Maybe you think I care.
What you think, Earl?

Sometimes I think you
want me to fire you.

Seventeen years you
been sayin' that.

Seventeen years.

That's right.
Seventeen years.

Your telegram, sir.
Sir, your telegram.

Fine. Thank you, son.

Hey! Come--

Quentin!

You and
that scoundrel.

Quentin!

If you come
out here right now,

I will only beat you
for an hour.

And if that German wants some,
too, he's welcome to it.

[engine turns over,
car drives away]

[grunting]

Jason IV:
Let her go to hell as fast
as she pleases,

and sooner the better.

Just let me get back
what's mine, what I'm owed.

Go on, stare.

Stare all you want,
you no good bastards.

My family owned 600 acres
here while you were running

your little shirt-tailed
country stores, just
a town full of hicks.

Mother...

[clears throat]

I truly want to thank you
for comin' down this evening
for dinner.

That's the least I could do.

[groaning]

[clears throat]
What's wrong, Quentin?

Do you not like your meat?

I mean, we can get you
a better piece if that one's
not good enough for you.

It's fine.

Mm. Well, maybe you care
for some more rice.

No.

No more rice for you,
Miss Quentin? Hmm?

Quentin, you don't
want some more rice?

I said I don't want anymore.

Well, here you go.
We'll get you some
more rice.

There you go.
Eat up, now.

[groans]

Get some more rice.
It makes you real strong.

Come on, eat your rice.

How about a little more,
Miss Quentin?

Get some more rice for you.
Now, go on, eat your food.

Go on, eat your rice,
Miss Quentin.

[Benjy groaning]

I can't eat with him.
It's like eatin' with a pig.

Hush now, Quentin.
Benjy ain't gonna
bother you none.

But he will. You use him to
spy on me and I know you do.

Oh, Mother, that reminds me.

I saw the most curious
thing this afternoon
while out on a drive.

What's that?

I mean, it was truly curious.

Probably the most
remarkably truly curious
thing I've ever seen.

What is so curious?

I'll tell you later.

I don't like to discuss
such matters in front

of Miss Quentin, her bein'
so innocent and all.

- [Benjy groans]
- May I be excused?

Oh, were you--
were you waitin' on us?

Why is he treatin' me
this way, Grandmother?

If he doesn't want me here,
then why won't he just let
me go back to my--

- Enough!
- [Benjy groaning]

Not another word.

Ooh, if he would just--
if he would just--

Just what? Just what?
Go on, Miss Quentin, say it.

Say it in front of your uncle.

Say it in front of
you grandmother.

Just what? What can I do
for you, Miss Quentin?

Speak freely now,
this is your family.

This is your family dinner,
Miss Quentin.

Just what?
Tell me.

Speak up, Quentin, I can't
hear your little voice.

Speak up.
Say somethin', Quentin.

Say a word or somethin'.
Speak! Speak your face--

Stop! I hate you!

I wish I was dead!

I wish we were
all just dead!

Well, that's the most
sensible thing she's ever said.

Go on, eat your food, Mother.

[Benjy groans]

Mmm. Yes?

Did my... mother send
a letter today?

Why, yes. Yes, she did.

- And?
- And what?

Did she send any money?

Jesus, everyone's
a beggar today.

Did she?

She did.

How much was it?

That's all you care about,
isn't it?

So disappointing.

Come on.

Get your money.

Come on, Miss Quentin,
get your money.

That's it? But this is--

But what? Do you know how
old I was before I ever saw

a ten dollar bill?

You should be ashamed
of yourself.

No, it's--
I just thought that--

You thought what?

What were you thinkin'?

Never mind.

Goodnight, Quentin.

[glass breaking]

Your name is Quentin,
like my brother.

Quentin.

I love you.

Please don't ever forget that.

I have to go away now,
and you need to stay

with your grandfather
and your grandmother.

They'll take good care of you.

Pa.

It's gonna be
okay now.

[sobbing]

[baby cooing]

* So busy praisin' my Jesus,
So busy praisin' my Jesus *

* So busy praisin' my Jesus,
ain't got time to die *

* Spend all my time
praisin' my Jesus, *

* All my time praisin'
my Lord *

* If I don't praise him
the rocks are gonna cry *

* Glory and honor

* Oh, ain't got time

[humming]

* Oh, Lord, oh, Lord

Dilsey!

I's comin', Miss Caroline.
Just give me a minute.

What in the goddamn hell,
Luster, breakin' my window.

He can't do his one job,
now he's runnin' around
destroyin' my property.

What's the matter
with him now?

He says me and Benjy busted
a window in his room.

Well, how can that be if
you ain't never goes in there?

That's what I said.
He says we were outside
chuckin' rocks.

You didn't do it, did you?

No, ma'am.

You ain't lyin' to me,
is you, boy?

I swear. You can ask Benjy.

[groaning]

I still don't understand
how your window was broken.

Are you sure
it was yesterday?

There was that
storm last week.

You reckon it would take me
a week to notice

a busted window in
my own room, Mother?

What kind of idiot
do you take me for?

Dilsey!

Dilsey, you get Miss
Quentin down here right now!

I can't understand.

It's as if someone had just
broke into our house.

Jason!

[panting]

You goddamn--

* Oh, angel, roll that stone
Roll that stone *

* Roll that stone away

* Oh, angel, roll that stone
Roll that stone *

* Roll that stone away

* Twas on an
Easter Sunday morning *

* When the angel
Rolled the stone away *

Grab your hat, sheriff.

Grab your hat, sheriff,
let's go.

They already got a
12 hour head start on us.

Sit down, tell me what
the trouble is.

My niece and that asshole
from the carnival

stole some money
from my house.

Now, grab your hat, sheriff,
and get in the goddamn car.

* Roll the stone

* Away

Jason, what you doin'
with $3,000 hidden cash
in your closet?

What? Where I keep my money
is my business.

Your business is
to help me find it.

Your mother know
about this money?

Look, here.
My house has been robbed.

Now, I come to a
law enforcement officer

and this is what I get.

What you gonna do with
that girl if you catch her?

- What am I gonna do?
- Mm-hmm.

Nothing. The bitch has cost
me a job and the one chance

that I had to get
ahead in life.

Killed my father, that is
shortening my mother's days,

that is makin' me
a laughing stock in town.

Let her go. Hmm?

Good riddance to her,
I just want what is mine back.

If I had some evidence
I could act upon it,

but without that, I figure
it's just like you say.

None of my business.

So that's it?
That's your answer then?

That's it, Jason.

* Were you there

* Were you there
when they nailed him *

* To the tree

* Were you there

* Oh

* Oh

* Sometimes it causes me

* To tremble

- * Tremble
- * Tremble

* Tremble

* Were you there

* When they crucified
my lord *

* Were you there

* Were you there

* When God raised him

* From the tomb?

* Were you there

* Oh, Were you there

* When God raised him

* From the tomb?

* Were you there

* Oh

* Oh

* Oh

* Sometimes it causes me

* To tremble *

* Tremble

* Tremble

* Were you there

* When they crucified
my Lord *

* Were you there

Grammy, it was amazing.

After the man who played
the saw got done,

there was another one who
could play a washboard.

Just like this.

[imitates playing washboard]

- Benjy.
- [Benjy groans]

Where he goin' now?

Ah, it's the window.
He know Miss Quentin gone.

[groans]

Oh, Lord.

[groans]

Lord have mercy.
I seen the first,
I seen the last.

I seen the beginning,
now I sees the end.

Come on, Luster.

[groans]

We's comin'.

Come on, baby.

It's gonna be all right.

[groans]

Now, Luster, you knows the way.

Up the street,
'round the square,

to the graveyard
and straight home.

Sure, sure,
same as always.

Now, you be sure to go
the right way 'less

Benjy is gonna make a
ruckus, now you hear?

Yeah, yeah, I got it.

- [clicks tongue]
- All right.

And don't you dare
go too fast.

Luster, boy, slow down!

Luster!

What I say?
Luster, what I say?

Slow down!

[groans]

Benjy, it's just you and me.

What you say we take Queenie
out for a real ride?

[groaning]

What's that, you say?
Faster? Great idea.

[groans]

Woo! Woo.

Luster! Luster!

Slow down, goddammit!

Woo! Woo-wee! Woo-oo!

[groaning]

- Woo!
- Luster!

You little nigger!
Luster!

We're flyin' now, Benjy.
Woo! Woo-oo!

Bring my brother back!

Bring him back.