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[Footsteps]

[Crickets chirping]

[Powers down]

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[Powers down]

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[Powering down]

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[Fire crackling]

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[Gasps]

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[Engine revving]

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[Engine revving, tires squeal]

[Screaming]

[Engine revving]

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[Gunshot, lightbulb shatters]

[Breathing shakily]

God!

[Cries]

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[Bucket thuds]

[Gun clicks]

Coulda just said
you didn't want no chicken.

[Gun clicks]

Whatcha doin' sittin' around in
your drawers with a gun, nohow?

And, my God, man,
cross your legs or somethin'.

Nobody wants to see
your damn balls.

That not why
you came out here?

[Crickets chirping]

Why did you
come out here?

Eh, wife caught me
smoking in the garage.

Figured I'd take a ride,
lay low till she cooled down.

Yeah.

Eh, I figured
I'd check on you.

Went by
Leonard's place first.

Them friends of his
said he was sleeping.

Jesus, Hap.

You look like the dead ass
of a roadkill possum.

Was Sneed.

**

How's that?

[Sniffs]
In Grovetown.

Sneed was in Grovetown.

**

[Brakes squeak]

**

[Car door closes]

[Police radio chatter]

That's really not nice.

What the hell
are you doin' here, Sneed?

I work here.

I heard you got fired
from LaBorde.

I resigned.

What brings you two
to Grovetown?

Aw, got to missin'
your pretty tight ass.

Thought I'd come by
and have me a look.

But don't worry.

Wasn't worth the drive.

Officer Reynolds, meet
Hap Collins and Leonard Pine.

Pine's the "Smartest Black Man
in the World."

Reynolds:
I got this, Sneed.

Yes, ma'am.

This your car?

What's left of it.

[Car door squeaks]

[Police radio chatter]

[Car door slams]

Did you know
you are illegally parked?

Uh, uh, no.

No, I-I didn't.

I'm gonna have to
write you up for that.

[Police radio chatter]

[Pen clicks]

I-Is -- Is there anything else
about this car you notice?

We'll get a tow truck
to move it to a garage.

[Paper rustling]

Welcome to Grovetown.

Thank you, ma'am.

That's Officer Reynolds
to you.

I appreciate it.

Officer Reynolds.

Sneed, you can drive these boys
to Rocket's.

Yes, ma'am.

[Car door opens]

[Car door closes]

Nice little town you found
yourself back there, Sneed.

[Chuckles softly]
Friendly as a rattlesnake.

I didn't exactly have
the best references.

Shoulda asked me.

[Sighs]

Look, I made some mistakes
back in LaBorde,

and I'm sorry for it...

especially about me and you,
Leonard.

Truth is,
after what happened,

I had a long look
in the mirror,

and I didn't like
what I saw.

I wish I could go back
and change it, but...

life just moves forward,
don't it?

So let me ask you
a question.

Just who are you?

And where's that turd stain
that was just driving us?

[Sighs]

Look,
I just wanted to say it.

You believe
what you want.

You never did tell me
what you're here for.

Looking for
Florida Grange.

Came down here
on a business trip.

Never made it back
to LaBorde.

Now nobody knows
where she is.

That's funny.

Define "funny."

I heard she left town.

From who?

Chief Cantuck.

He's the boss man
down here.

[Freddie King's
"I Hear Jingle Bells" plays]

**

* I hear jingle bells

Charlie: Whatcha want ya
for Christmas, huh?
* Jingle Bells

You want
your little Hula-Hoop?

* Ringin' in my ears
See, all right, look,

you don't tug on
Santa's whiskers, now.

* I hear jingle bells
Take away Santa's beard,
he ain't nothin' but a man.

You ever seen
a hairless cat?

Just bald head to tail.

Detective Hanson: You babies
remember Aunt Peg? Huh?

Oh, look at you two,
all growed up!

You gonna go make some shadow
puppets and, uh...

That's the sorriest Santa
I ever saw.

-[Sighs]
-He's gonna scare the kids.

I told him
to shower first,

but he didn't wanna
mess with his hair.

Officer, you mind
keepin' an eye on these two?

Of course.

Not like I'm trying to run
a police station or any --

-Thank you, Peg.
-What I got?

Detective Blank.

My office.

All right. Come on, now.
Love "Santy's" neck.

[Straining] There you go.

[Normal voice] That's a --
Whoa, ho, ho, ho!

Merry Christmas.
[Telephone rings]

[Door closes]

Glad I kept the receipt.
[Sighs]

Detective Hanson:
Get that suit from Goodwill?

Mm.
It's only been worn a few times.

Besides,
beats the hell out of

spendin' the day with the wife
and in-laws.

You know what she got me
for Christmas?

-What's that?
-Carton of nicotine gum.

[Telephone rings]

You heard from
Hap Collins?

No,
but I went by Leonard's.

He's got a couple chuckleheads
watching the place.

Seems he took him a little trip
to Grovetown with Hap.

God damn it, Charlie.

When were you gonna
tell me about that?

Well,
I just found out about it.

Shit.

What'd you think
was gonna happen,

them two sewed together
at the dicks?

Hell,
I knew they were dumb.

I didn't think that
they were that dumb.

Never underestimate
their dumbness.

Anyway,
you don't need me anymore,

I got to go out
and make merry.

[Sighs]

You know, uh, it ain't my place
to say maybe, but, uh...

I don't believe I'd sent
Hap Collins down there,

it was me.

Shit happens down there.

Thank you, Charlie.

[Telephone rings]

[Door slams]

[Birds chirping]

[Brakes squeak]

[Police radio chatter]

[Door dinging]

[Door opens]

**

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Chief Cantuck wants you
to handle this one,

being how he's your people
and all.

Wants him buried quick.

What's the hurry?

[Metal thuds]

He ain't goin' nowhere.

Reynolds: Just clean him up
and get him in the ground.

No autopsy?

No reason for it.

[Footsteps depart]

Sneed: How long you plannin' on
being here?

Leonard: Long as we have to,
not a minute more.

Hap: He means
until we find Florida.

She was here,
somebody'd know it.

Ain't the kinda place
a black woman on her own

wouldn't stand out.

We'll see.

As soon as your car's fixed,

you best be on your way,
you hear?

[Vehicle departs]

[Birds calling]

[Knock on door]

Ain't nobody here.

I mean,
it is Christmas.

Leonard.

-Yeah?
[Cattle lowing]

Sneed was laughin' at us,
wasn't he?

Aw, no, Hap.

Probably on his way back to
the orphanage right now

to go do
some volunteer work.

What you think?

[Chortles]
Think he's still laughin' at us.

All the way
back to town.

And it's a long way
back to town.

**

Leonard:
I don't know about you, Hap,

but I sure am startin'
to like this place.

Oh,
it's like "Mayberry"...

meets "Deliverance."

Reminds me of
the kind of place that

bad shit'd happen to black folk
when I was a kid.

I hate to bust your
liberal bubble, Hap,

but bad shit's still happenin'
to black people.

I don't like the idea that
Florida is down here on her own.

Don't go underestimatin'
the power of

a strong, black,
educated woman.

Probably holed up on the
black side of town right now,

havin' a turkey dinner.

You seen
the black side of town?
Hell yeah.

It's usually near the city dump,
sewage plant,

nuclear reactor
if they got one.
[Laughs]

Or maybe we passed her
on the way up here

and she poundin' that puddin'
to old Hanson

one more time
'fore Christmas.

[Grunts]
Are you pedalin' back there?

Hell yeah!
Tryin' to make up for yo ass!

Damn!

[Ominous music plays]

[Engine idling]

[Engine revs]

**

Charlie:
I been thinkin' about what
you said in the car last night.

**

You remember?

**

You said
you met the Devil.

**

[Flames crackling]

**

**

[Upbeat brass music plays]

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[Laughter]

**

[Thunder rumbles]

**

[Urinating]

[Raining]

[Thunder rumbles]

[Toilet flushes]

[Dramatic music playing]

**

Look like
you lost this one.

Cheap insulation
do it every time.

Yeah.
Damn shame.

I found these Elvis cards,
though,

so it's not a total loss.

Soon as the heat gets off 'em,
I might just keep these.

Why?

'Cause Elvis is on 'em.

You wanna grab that ace of Elvis
there for me?

Hey, hey.
Head up here.

What are you lookin' at?

That ain't my dick
you're dreamin' on there.

I've got a twisted nut.

It's about to blow up
like goddamn Hiroshima.

I-I'm Hap Collins,
and this is --

I know who you are.

Heard someone tinkered
with your automobile.

They stuck a -- um, an American
flag through the windshield.

Patriotic fervor.

Runs strong around here.

There's some strong words
on the car, too.

I'd have blushed
if I could.

What do you expect?

You two girls
come waltzin' in here,

holding hands,
riding that bike.

People don't cotton
that kind of shit down here.

We just lookin' for a friend of
ours, Florida Grange.

Colored gal.

That depends on
what color you meanin'.

You go on like that all day,
or you got an "off" button?

No, he -- he -- he's just
worried about Florida 'cause,

uh, see, she's --
uh, she's his sister.

Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, that's my sister,

and I'm worried sick about her.
-Mm-hmm.

Your sister, huh?

That's right.
They both work for me.
Yeah.

Uh, she came down here to do
some business, and --

and we ain't heard from her
since and...

And it's Christmas, and it --
it's the only family I got.

When I was
just a little kid,

I tore the ass
out of a few chickens

puttin' the old dick to 'em.

Got so every time my mama found
a dead chicken lyin' around,

she'd take the belt to me.

She'd hear a pig
squeal at night,

and she'd come to my room
and whup me.

A-A-A-And your point is?

My point is...

I'd put the old dick to anything
that ain't nailed down,

and if I'd do a chicken,

I'd sure as hell
do a colored gal.

And that ol'
Florida Grange,

she's a way lot better-lookin'
than a chicken.

Must've been hard
livin' with a...

sister lookin' that fine.

I'll bet you thought about

puttin' old Moby Dick to her
more than once, huh?

Whoo-whoo-whoo-wah-wah!
[Laughs]

French kiss your mama
with that mouth?

Don't you talk about my mama,
boy.

I ain't your boy.
I served my country

so that your little
swollen-nut ass could live free.

Then don't you lie to me about
her bein' your sister

and that she works for this
bleedin'-heart mechanic.

I'm the law
in this shithole.

And you best remember that,
boy.

[Thunder rumbling]

In my office.

Shit.

Don't you boys
take me for a fool

just 'cause
I got a choked nut.

I'm the goddamn
Chief of Police,

and that deserves
some respect.

Now, I'm gonna
tell you this once.

That colored lawyer,
she came down here

to do some business
over at the radio station.

She done it.
She's gone.

That's it.

Hear the Klan runnin' really
strong down here in Grovetown.

Yeah, they're an ignorant bunch
of mean bastards,

but I'm meaner.

And they know what they can
and cannot do.

So if you're thinkin'
what I think you're thinkin',

you can think again.

That's a lot of thinkin'.

[Gun thuds]

Are you smartin' me,
son?

No sir.

I just want to find my friend,
go home.

And I told you
she's gone.

Now get your dumb, white ass,
and get your smart friend,

and get out of my vehicle.

And, hey, hey.

I don't wanna ever see you
lookin' at

or talkin' about
my balls again.

It's a sensitive subject.

[Car doors open]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Just so you know...

I never raped a chicken
in my life.

I just figured that was the sort
of thing you expect me to say

because that's the way
you do-gooders think.

So...

Did you do the pigs?

Get out of my car,
swiftie.

* Mm, mm, don't

* Don't, don't, don't put
no headstone on my grave *

**

* All my life,
I've been a slave *

**

* And I don't want
the world to know *

**

* Here lies the fool
that loved you so *

**

* Don't send no flowers
when I'm gone *

* Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

* I just want you to put me down
and then move on *

* Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

* Just put me down
and let me be *

* Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

* Free from all this misery

* Ah, ah, ah, ah

* Now tell my mother, tell my
mother not to cry, yeah *

**

* I'll see her
in the by and by *

**

* Tell her that
I'm finally free *

-Pull over, pull over.
-Brakes here aren't so good.

-Aw, shit. Wait!
-Damn. God damn it!

Sonny Knox:
Who says there's no room
for the blues on Christmas,

am I right?

Of course I'm right.

That was a blast from the past

to jingle your bells
and warm you up fast.

Merry Christmas to one and all.

Here's your main man Sonny Knox

comin' 'atcha all the way
from the North Pole,

home of the one, the only 96.6,

your Blues Fix Radio.

We are one week away from
saying goodbye to the '80s,

and as we do every year,

we are going to play

the greatest blues songs
of the century.

Tune in bright and early with
me, your host, Sonny Knox.

Sonny Knox.

Here's one that'll really
tangle your tinsel,

comin' 'atcha by Alabama Slim.

* Set me free

[Ominous music plays]

* Set me free

* No, no

My hand to God,
when I took this place over,

it was on its last leg.

Now I'm broadcast
in three states

from Bumbleshitsburg Grovetown.

So I'm talkin' to the boys
up in Nashville...

Sonny Knox,
got blues in my socks.

Just a reminder --
in the mood for comfort?

Keith's Sofa Barn off Route 59

offers widest selection
of recliners

at a price that can't be beat.

Speaking of beats,

here's a gem from
Porterhouse Clemens.
Were we?

[Blues music plays]

So, anyway, I'm thinkin' of
moving up there.

That's the big time.

Then these Bible-thumpin',
shit-kickin' racist moose dicks

will really miss me.

Sonny,
we just need to find out

what you know
about Florida Grange.

Oh, she was here,
day before last.

Almost did a deal with her and
her client, Bobby Joe Soothe.

What, Soothe?

Any relation to L.C.?
-Grandson.

He came in here the other day
lookin' like he took a dump

and found gold in the bowl.

Said he had this long-lost
recording of his granddaddy,

the late, great L.C. Soothe.

Last song he recorded
before he died.

Found it
in the great aunt's attic.

Some say it's the greatest
blues song ever.

Nobody even knew
a recording existed

until Bobby Joe walked in here
the other day

offerin' to sell it.

If it was the real thing,

[Exhales sharply]
worth a fortune.

Think it was
the real deal?

In my humble but expert opinion,
it was.

So what happened?

Nothin'.

Bobby Joe said
he'd talk to his lawyer,

this Miss Grange.

We arranged a meeting,
I got the cash ready,

then Bobby Joe
dropped off the map.

Haven't seen her
since they found the body.

-Body?
-Body?

You guys didn't hear?

They found Bobby Joe
hangin' off the Grovetown bridge

two days ago.

Wait.
He -- He -- He dead?

Deader than a dodo bird.

If I didn't know any better,
I'd say that curse was real.

Curse?
What -- What curse?

Folks say whoever listens to
that song is cursed.

But I listened to it.
Look at me.

I don't believe in
any of that crap.

[Telephone ringing]
I believe in three things --

music, business,
and the great American dollar.

Hey, it's Sonny here. 96.6.
Curses? Come on. Bullshit.

Leave a message.
[Answering machine clicks,
beeps]

Man: Mr. Knox, this is
the Grovetown Fire Department.

Call us as soon as you can.

We regret to inform you
your house just burnt down.

Merry Christmas.

[Answering machine beeps]
My house is...

My Elvis cards!

My Elvis cards!

[Ominous music plays]

Damn.

Somethin' ain't right,
Hap.

Nope. It ain't.

Florida came down here
to meet with a client,

and he turns up dead?

And now she's gone?

Why didn't
Old Swollen Nuts

tell us that
Bobby Joe was dead?

Mm. Playin' them Elvis cards
close to the vest.

Maybe he has somethin'
to do with it --

ring in the new year with
a little cracker-cop pastime.

What I'd like to know is

what's a guy doin' with a
recording worth that much money,

and he ends up
swingin' from a bridge?

Maybe he ain't had no choice
in the matter.

**

Why do I get the feeling that
people are watching us?

**

That's 'cause they are.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Bell jingles]

[Conversations cease]

**

I'm startin' to get that
"Twilight Zone" feeling again.

Yeah.
Yeah, I'm gonna call Hanson.

Play it cool now, buddy...

real cool.

**

**

Hi.
How you doin', ma'am?

**

Uh...

like to order some food.

**

Two pulled pork sandwiches,

some side of slaw,

two Dr. Peppers.

Two pigs on bread with slaw.

Make that to go.

**

I left a message for Hanson.

He's gonna
call us back here.

I hope he's quick.

Mm.
Oh, ma'am, uh...

**

Lookin' for this lady.

Seen her anywhere?

Don't recall. Sorry.

Right.

[Bell dings]

**

What you doin'
with him?

He work for you?

Billy.

They're just
getting some food.

I'm just talkin' to 'em,
Mama.

So?

Actually, uh,
I work for him.

What?

Yeah.
Uh, we're, uh...

We're GE's.

Huh?

It's Government
Exterminators.

Yeah, w-we just got in
from LaBorde.

See, uh, LaBorde's
been overrun...

...by Christmas ants.

Ain't never heard of
no Christmas Ants.

Mm. Neither did
people in LaBorde.

Yeah, you see,
uh, these ants,

see, they ain't
ordinary ants, no.

Mutations.

Yeah.

They snuck over here

on a boatload of mangos
from the Congo.

Yeah,
that's why had to --

to fly Dr. Bagoomba here
in from Kenya.

He's the world's leading
authority on Christmas Ants.

Dr. Bagoomba?

Why don't you
fill these boys in on

some of the horrors
you've seen back home?

Uh...

[Speaking with
African accent]

Oh, man.

[Sighs]

Mm.

Horrible.

Mm. Bad.

Mm. Bad.

You, uh -- You fellas
got some credentials?

We, uh...

I got a, uh...

We -- Aw. Did we -- Did we leave
'em in the car?

Mm.
Mm-hmm.
[Telephone ringing]

Oh.
Excuse me, fellas.

Uh,
that's the government callin'.

[Ringing continues]

Hanson?

Talk to me.

This is one backward place,
man.

-What about Florida?
-I have no idea.

You know that guy that --

that she was comin' down here
to meet?

Yeah, he's dead.

They found him hangin'
from the town bridge.

Hanson?
Hanson!

**

I heard you.
I'm coming down there.

Where are you and Leonard
stayin'?

There's a garage
on the way into town.

Th-There's this big-ass rocket
on the roof.

You -- You can't miss it, no.
I got to go.

Uh, I'll meet you there.

Hey.

They spotted an army of those
ants 5 miles east of here.

They're marching.

[Bell dings]
In a column, two by two.

Come on.
We gotta go.

Yeah.

Enjoy, sirs.

I made it special
for you boys.

Hap: Oh, and, hey...

may the Force
be with you.

Godspeed.

Go.

[Murmuring]

Ants marchin' in a column
two by two?

What the hell was that?
-Was a military touch.

I thought you'd appreciate it.
-Pbht!

We had 'em until
you brought up the Pygmies.

[Tires squeal]
-Oh, come on. Move.

Son of a bitch!

-Hey!
-Damn it!

Come on!

Hey!

God damn!

Get 'em!

[Horn blares]
Get 'em!

**

-Ah, there.
-Yeah.

What's the plan?

I don't know!
I was followin' you!

Hey, you said, "Get in."

I said "Get them,"
get the truck.

What the hell
is wrong wi'chu?

Oh!
Oh, now, that makes more sense.

So what we gonna do?

I don't know.
It was your idea.

[Horn blares]

[Tires screech]

[Both grunting]

**

[Gunshot]

[All grunting]

**

Ugh!

[Grunts]

**

[Gagging]

[Glass shatters]

**

[Shotgun cocking]

[Breathing heavily]

**

[Screams]

[Glass shatters]

You guys have
a nice Christmas now.

* It's too late, she's gone

* Too late, too late

* It's too late, my baby gone

* Too late, too late

Nope.
I ain't seen her.

I'd remember if I did --
good-lookin' woman.

That's a different attitude
from most people around here.

I like women.

Mm, like 'em dark, light, fat,
skinny, short, tall.

Dated a midget once --
like legitimate circus fare,

but, uh, didn't last too long.
We didn't see eye to eye.

[Chuckles] Everybody always
laughs at that,

but, no, for real,
she's crazy as hell.

I ain't like
other people in this town.

Shit, I don't care
if your skin's purple,

you got bones
through your nose holes.

You got any idea where
a woman like that might stay,

uh,
in a town like this?

Mm...not in town,
that's for sure.

Uh, maybe over
on the Southside.

That's the black part of town --

not that I see it that way,
but, mm...

I toldja.

Yeah,
cross the railroad tracks.

[Chuckles]
Caught me.

Just doing a little light
readin' -- articles.

[Chuckles]

Sorry I can't help you out
with the lady,

but I tell you what --

why don't we call it a wash
on that bike?

[Chuckles]
Car's gonna take me
a day or two, though.

Oh, I see you're eyein' them
pickled pigs feet.

I am runnin' a special
on these delicious morsels.

Temptin'.
We got sandwiches, though.

Say a couple of fellas needed
a place to stay the night,

one of 'em happens
to not be white...

where might you suggest?

Well, if it's the two gentlemen
standin' in front of me...

[Bell dings]

...they're in luck.
[Chuckles]

[Thunder rumbling]

[Electricity buzzing]

You might notice a faint smell
when you first get in!

Tenants had a little run-in
with a Chihuahua

and an oven
little while back.

You get used to it quick!

How 'bout
I throw in utilities?

What utilities?

That generator's gas.

Don't run itself.

Did I mention I'm the only place
that'll put y'all up?

[Thunder rumbles]

I'm taking the bed.

My sciatica's
starting to act up.

[Generator powering up,
rattling]

Is it too late
for me to stay home?

Either way,
it's a home for the holidays.

That boy ain't tellin' us
everything he knows.

Damn grease monkey.

Got oil between his teeth --
all 12 of 'em.

Oh, he seemed
nice enough to me.

Least he was tryin'.

Must be nice bein' white
and trustin' people.

[Chuckles]

You know, man,

sometimes,

you are like a man standin'
in a hole, lookin' down.

All you see is the dark.

Ugh.

What? What's up?

Damn bed smell like
eau de toilet.

I'm sleepin' on the couch.
Crabs like dark meat.

Suit yourself.

[Chuckles]

[Sighs]

[Sniffing]

Damn that sumbitch!

[Suspenseful music plays]

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Smell this!

[Grunting]

I know that smell
is her perfume,

you lyin' sack of shit!

I don't know
what you're talkin' about!

Florida Grange!
She was here!

I'm tellin' you,
she asked me

not to let anyone know
she was stayin' here.

That -- That's why I lied.
[Chuckles]

Why the hell
would she do that?

Said she just went through
a bad breakup,

didn't want her ex to know
where she was.

How long was she here?

Just that one night.

[Thunder rumbles]

You wouldn't happen to be lyin'
to us again, now, would ya?

Would ya?
No, I-I swear on
my poor mother's grave.

[Stammers]
She left that morning,

and I ain't seen her since,
honest.

-She say where she was goin'?
-I dunno.

Did she say where
she was going?!

I woke up that morning --
she was gone already.

I was b-bein' straight up
with you fellas.

Aw, come on.
All that talk about

how much you love women
got me to thinkin' about you.
Yeah, right.

I talk too much,
I talk too much.

I always have.
I...

It was just talk.
It was just talk.

That's -- That's how come
I got no friends.

Or maybe I talk too much
because I got no friends.

'Cause I don't know.

Maybe I get on
people's nerves.

You get on
Florida's nerves?

I ain't gonna lie.

Yeah, I thought about
maybe makin' a play for her.

Woman like that,
what man wouldn't?

But...

sort of puts a damper

on the whole romance side of
things, don't it?

[Knocks on leg]
Drop your pants,
woman sees this...

Sort of thing you got to
come around to slowly,

and she was only staying
the one night so...

Pbht!

You hear her mention a fella
named Bobby Joe Soothe?

[Sighs]

Fella that hung himself
from the bridge?

[Chortles]
No, she didn't mention him.

Hung himself?

That's what
they're sayin'.

Who's sayin'?

The police are.

But they got
a funny relationship

with the truth sometimes.

[Ominous music plays]

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[Slow country blues music plays]

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Reynolds:
"They are like a breath;

their days are like
a fleeting shadow."

Sneed: Huh?

[Sighs] Scripture.

My daddy was a preacher.

Was he now?

[Sighs]

Funny.

What?

Them folk, they care for
their own, same as we do ours.

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Yeah?

Yeah.
[Chuckles softly]

Make 'em almost seem human.

Doesn't it?

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They're human enough to mourn,
I guess.

Well,
they say elephants mourn.

That don't make them human.

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[Sighs]

You got this?

Yeah. I got it.

Good.
I got better things to do

than watch that shit
get put in the hole.

[Car door opens]

[Car door closes]

[Car door opens]

[Car door closes]

[Engine starts]

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Leonard: I mean,
it'd make sense,

her being on the Southside.

Tell you the truth, I'd prefer
her with our own people.

How come nobody
has heard from her?

Maybe Hanson ain't as honest
as we'd like him to be.

Maybe Florida's not wantin'
no one to know

where she at
'cause a good reason.

So you believe
Tim's theory?

I mean, Hanson's tough.

But he holdin' on hard.

I mean, just because
he actin' sincere

don't mean he ain't
puttin' pressure on the girl

to come back --
wife or no wife.

Men be like that sometime.

Man, I had no idea

you knew so much about
heterosexual relationships.

[Chuckles] Just like
the gay ones, just twisted.

What if...

What if he sent you here
to do his dirty work?

Well, either way,
I'm doin' the dirty work.

And either way,
I want to make sure she's safe.

So tomorrow
we go to the Southside.

Oh, correction --
I'ma go to the Southside.

You gonna stay here
and wait for Hanson.

Unh-unh.
No, no, no, no.

We both go to the Southside,

and we --
we leave a note for Hanson.

I am not
takin' your honky ass behind me.

Them folk gonna
clam up for sure.

Hey, I took you
to the white side.

Well, that's different.
I'm handsome.

Look, look, you get to
go in town and be white,

do white people things --
play golf.

Uh, you can get

that Hall & Oates record
you always wanted.

What if I find you
hangin' from a bridge?

Look, just hope I find her

and we can put this place
behind us in our rearview.

I don't like
splittin' up...

especially
in a place like this.

I love you, too, Hap.

But trust me on this.
I'ma be all right.

Fine. Fine.

Just sit down, sit down.

Yeah.

What's that?

What?
I got somethin' in my teeth?

Well, I'll be damned.

[Ominous music plays]

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