All language subtitles for Lawn Dogs (1997)_HI

[Gong]

[Gong]

[crickets chirping]

DEVON: Once upon a time,

in a far-off land,

lived a girl
and her mother and father.

Their village was surrounded
by a high wall.

Outside the wall
was the forest,

home of Babiaga, the witch.

Babiaga had iron teeth

that could bite
through trees.

His legs
were like chicken legs,

and he ate little girls
for dinner.

But inside the wall,

the girl was safe.

Stick 'em up, injun.

Try the Madison house
first.

Then the Langers.

Skip the Cutcheners.
They're in Rhode Island.

That's the Laughlins.

The Cutcheners
are in town.

Don't forget to ring
3 or 4 times

the Neils
in Birchgrove Court.

Wife is almost deaf.

And on
the school board.

Everyone
will get a taste

of the Stockards.

Yum yum.

DEVON: These are ready.

[Clack]

[Clack]

[Clack]

WOMAN: Billy!
Snack time!

Don't lose
the money you get.

Everyone loves that smile.
Remember.

Your photo will be
in the papers.

If she sells
the most bags.

Oh, she will.

She's the perfect
little saleswoman.

Make a good impression,
honey.

We're still the new kids
on the block.

Off to work we go.

Don't fiddle
with your socks.

They're just new.

Be careful
on the roads.

Watch for cars.
Look left and right.

Now get going.

CLARE:
Whatever you do,

don't go outside
the gate, sweetheart.

Daddy loves you.

RADIO: ♪♪ Oldies 103 ♪♪

♪♪ WRKA ♪♪

Devon Stockard.

Now, there's a girl who's
out to conquer the world.

You want me to buy a bag
of those cookies from you?

You're not on my list.

[Huffs]

[Doorbell rings]

MAN: Can I help you?

Yeah. I finished
your lawn, sir.

Already?

I did a good job.
Shrubs, back, and sides.

Got all the weeds, sir.

Thank you.

Sir, you think I could use
your bathroom facilities?

Guess not.

[Urinating]

Ahh.

[Rock and roll music
blaring]

[Ignition stalls]

Can I give you
some help, son?

Oh, I can get it,
thanks.

Just tell me when.

Just a minute.

Ok.

[Ignition stalls]

Nothing.

All right, try it again.

[Engine starts]

Get in.

Lots of lawns.

Business must be good.

Well, I'm not
complaining.

You live close by here?

[Chuckles]

Not that close by.

Ha.

Me either.

What you got
in that cooler?

Oh. Soda pop.

Shit. I was hoping
it was ice-cold beer.

It's hotter than
a cat's crotch today,

isn't it?

Yeah.

And I stink.
I need a shower.

[Clang]

I used to mow lawns
when I was a kid.

After a while,

it gets to be there's
nothing in the world

but lawns. Green lawns.

And the best damn thing
about lawns is...

They always grow back.

Let's not be in here
past 5:00

unless you clear it
with me first.

[Country music playing]

♪♪ I'm a thousand miles
from nowhere ♪♪

♪♪ Time don't matter to me ♪

♪♪ I'm a thousand miles
from nowhere ♪♪

♪♪ And there's no place
I wanna be ♪♪

♪♪ I got heartaches
in my pocket ♪♪

♪♪ I got echoes in my head ♪

♪♪ And all
that I keep hearing ♪♪

[Horns honking]

♪♪ Are the cruel, cruel things
that you said ♪♪

♪♪ I'm a thousand miles
from nowhere ♪♪

[Horns honking]

♪♪ Time don't matter to me ♪

♪♪ 'Cause I'm a thousand miles
from nowhere ♪♪

♪♪ And there's no place
I wanna be ♪♪

♪♪ Why? ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, oh, why? ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, why? ♪♪

[Gasps]

He's insane.
No doubt about it.

I wonder if he's gonna
be here next Friday.

Come on.

Show's over.

At the edge
of a big, dark forest,

lived a girl
and her mother and father.

One day,
her mother said, "girl,

"I shall make you
a batch of cookies,

and you must go
and sell them in the forest."

Now, the girl was not stupid.

She knew they were trying
to get rid of her.

But her father said,
"don't argue,"

so she went.

The girl walked on

till she came to
a clearing in the forest.

In the middle
of the clearing,

there was a hut

and a very skinny dog.

The dog was starving.

The girl said to the dog,
"you look hungry."

So she fed it.

[Chiming]

Babiaga's house.

[Metallic creaking]

Oh.

Hello.

I'm Devon
Tompkins Stockard,

young ranger.

I'm selling
thumbprint cookies.

All proceeds

go to the pine cone
charity house

of McCade County.

Is that a '65 Ford?

The '65 f-100

is the best motor
Ford ever made.

Is it 3 on a tree?

Yeah.

My uncle had a truck
like that.

He was Russian...

From Indiana.

Born on the wrong side
of the train.

Wrong side of the tracks.

Right.

He said the mounts were
going bad on the truck,

so one night he drove it
into spoon river

and never drove
back out.

What a shame.

That's what
my aunt said.

You can rebuild
them mounts.

I did.

Can you take me
for a ride in it?

I don't want
to buy any...

Cookies.

This is private
property.

Go home.

4 bags?

Does that include
the 2 that we bought?

You'll have to do
better than that.

How far did you get
down the list?

It all depends
on your face.

It's not what you got
in the bags they want to buy.

It's your happy face.

The ones that weren't home,
try tomorrow.

Don't forget to say
it's for the charity house.

Be a shame if some other girl
got her picture in the paper.

You'll do better
tomorrow, sweetheart.

Give me a kiss.

Good night, sweetheart.

Mmm.

I'll be up in
a little while.

I changed your
doctor's appointment

for day
after tomorrow,

9:30 A.M.

MORTON: I'd like to see her
happy for a change.

CLARE: She's going
through a stage.

It's her age.

Yeah, but all we get
is mope and complain.

Imagine what she'll be like
in a few years.

She hardly complains.

She could at least
pretend to be happy.

When I was a kid,

that's what you did
for your parents.

We've only been settled
for a couple of months.

Give it time.

She's met that one girl.
Donna?

Oh, I feel sorry
for that Donna kid's father.

Imagine having a--ow--

daughter with a face
like a possum.

She's got
a lovely voice.

If I'm gonna have a voice,
we've gotta start pushing.

Elections for the county board
are this fall.

That will be 4 boards
you're going after.

You'll have
to be careful

you don't lose
your own voice.

If I want a real say
in this county,

in this suburb right here
where we live,

then I've got to become
the board man--

the model
of citizen involvement.

[Rock music playing]

Isn't that why
we moved back here?

[Wind whistling]

Awoo!

Awoo!

Awoo!

WOLF: [Awoooo]

[Awooo]

I want us all to make
a home here, Dev.

I want you to find
lots of new friends.

Popular girl
is never bored.

Or boring.

Look, honey...

This is the new Dev.

Right here.

You don't have to tell
your new friends

anything
about the old Dev

you don't want to.

And the new Devon,

she's raring to go,
isn't she?

I love you, honey.

The world's
at your feet,

sweetheart.

Thanks, dad.

Aah!

Halt, squaw!

You'd be doing
the community a favor.

Bang.

Hello, Mrs. Stockard.

Hello, Brett.

You should call

spray green
lawn service.

They'll have those weeds out
in a couple of hours.

I like to work up
a little sweat.

If you leave the root in,
it'll grow back.

Just ripping the heads off
is more fun.

Would you like
to lend a hand?

And do something useful
this summer?

Sounds criminal to me.

[Clare giggles]

You should both
have summer jobs,

keep your minds sharp.

If we had jobs,
who'd help you weed?

I'll just let you two
finish up here, huh?

WOMAN, GIGGLING: Stop it.

No. Stop.

Stop it.

[Woman giggling]

[Woman squeals]

[Trent laughs]

WOMAN: Stop it!

Grr.

[Chomping noises]

Mmm.

What was that?

Hey,

isn't that
my belt?

Found it on the dresser.

But how am I supposed
to keep my pants up?

You'll think of something.

Hey, uh, Patty.

You sure you don't want
that ride? Country club?

Tables, tennis courts?

No, thanks.
I can make it.

And it's Pam.

Pam Gregory.

See you,
trailer man.

Hey, I'm not always
gonna live in a soup can.

Next year, I'm gonna be
at the, uh...

White house.

Babiaga went inside,

put a huge kettle
on to boil.

The dog told the girl
to run

'cause Babiaga
was going to cook her.

But the girl knew

she could never outrun
Babiaga bony legs.

When they sent the girl
into the forest,

she was kind to the things
she found.

She found a tree and
dressed it up in ribbons.

Trees don't give a shit
about people.

Was that
your girlfriend?

Look, I got some lawns
to take care of,

so...

Can you climb a tree?

I'd climb it myself,

but I'm not supposed
to strain.

I'm telling you
to leave.

Ok, I'll leave...

But only if you help me hang
the rest of these ribbons.

I don't like ribbons,

and I got me a hangover.

You know, I almost died.

Twice.

Climbing a tree?

No.

I almost died, too.

How?

Shotgun.

You?

It's a lemon--my heart.

You know how yours goes
Dee-dum, Dee-dum, Dee-dum?

Yeah.

Mine goes Dee-Dee-dum,
Dee-Dee-dum, Dee-Dee-dum.

So are you dying
or what?

Not anymore.

They put in an extra
pumping station.

Mmm. Nice.

Can I see your scar?

It's ugly.

Cool.

Don't you have any friends
your age?

Kids you can hang out with
and stuff?

I don't like kids.

They smell like TV.

And they talk too fast.

Higher. Go higher.

Shit!

Ohh...

Aah!

Ohhh!

Hey! I could be
dying over here.

Is your heart going
diddy-dum, diddy-dum,

diddy-dum?

Something like that.

Hey, come here.

Get me a beer
out of my truck.

It's in the cooler.

And the cigarettes
are on the dash.

[Imitating
engine noises]

Beep beep!

Ohhhh!

Ohh.

Mmm.

[Belches]

[Belches]

Where'd you get shot?

In the gut.

By a robber?

[Chortles]

Look, I have to do 3,
maybe 4 lawns.

You're from Camelot,
right?

Camelot gardens. Yup.

Over the hills
and far away.

It's better
if I let you off here.

Yeah, I know.

[Starts engine]

TV: We're told
by other U.S. officials

that this was a clear desire
on the part of the U.S...

DEVON: Tracker.

To try to embarrass
Saddam Hussein.

[Growling]

SEAN:
Be careful, Devon.

My dog doesn't
like kids.

TV: That would be
a further infringement...

Clare! People are getting
hungry out here, dear.

[Whispering]
Tracker.

[Growling]

Tracker.

Leave the dog be, honey.

TV: ...Zone operations
with impunity.

Would you
go tell her

we're about ready
for the salad?

All right.

TV: He is now
in the oval office.

We're told he has
a brief statement.

He will make
that statement...

They need the salad,
Mrs. Stockard.

Yes, well...

I should think we could have
that ready in about 4 minutes.

What do you say?

[Moaning]

Yes.

The salade est arrivée.

[We are family
by sister sledge playing]

Hey.

Hey.

Oh, hello.

Can I help you?

I finished your lawn, sir.

I did the trimming as well,
and I blew the--

oh, yes.

We heard you
loud and clear.

Worked up
an appetite, son?

Oh.

Devon, throw a couple
of hot dogs on the grill

for this young man.

Oh, no, thank you, sir,
but I better--

I better
get back to work.

Nonsense. You go take
a seat over there.

♪♪ We are family ♪♪

♪♪ I got
all my sisters with me ♪♪

♪♪ We are family ♪♪

♪♪ Get up, everybody,
and sing ♪♪

Hey, I heard a rumor

that Pamela Gregory
screwed you last night?

Now, tell me
that isn't true.

What could you and her
possibly have in common?

Ah, Brett, putting your
social skills to work again.

Yes, I am.

So what you gonna be
when you grow up, huh?

Landscape designer?

[Tracker growls]

Conservationist?

Hey, which colleges
you apply to, boy?

Real charmer,
isn't he?

What about
computer design?

That's a solid choice.

Everybody's going in
for that these days.

Yeah, let's talk about
exotic careers.

High-diving,
for instance.

Say from...Bridges.

Say
single-Lane Bridges.

MORTON:
Hot dogs coming up.

Plenty of ketchup
for you, right?

TRENT: Yeah.
Oh, thank you, sir.

You wouldn't happen
to know anything

about all
those lampshades

keep disappearing
around here, would you?

♪♪ Get up, everybody,
and sing ♪♪

Um...I can't
help you, sir.

It's the funniest thing.

I mean, what could a person
do with so many lampshades?

Sell them.

Sir...

For your lawn?

Oh. Yeah.

Here we go.

Here's 20.

Here. Ahem.

Oh. All right,

you're just $10 shy
here, Mr. Stockard.

What are you saying?

I'm saying you're $10 shy
of what we agreed on.

I just gave you a couple
of hot dogs, didn't I?

Just pulling
your leg there, son.

[Laughter]

Take that with you.

All right, meat's on!

Major burn, man.

♪♪ Everybody,
hey, hey, hey ♪♪

♪♪ We are family ♪♪

GIRL:
Where were you guys?

WOMAN: You're
a better man than I am.

MAN: I should hope so.

[Laughs]

Hey.

♪♪ We are family ♪♪

K-county school.

Sean Taurus.

Third grade, remember?

No.

I was only there
a few months.

My parents pulled me out
and put me in private.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, your dad
drove that blue BMW.

Did he?

I don't remember.

I remember.
It was the only new car

in the school
parking lot that winter.

We were friends, right?

No. We was just
in the same class.

You should know better

than to come to a party
dressed like shit.

In third grade,
you had better taste.

My bet is you could have
made a good surgeon.

Like your daddy?

You've got
the hands for it.

[Door slams]

[Festive music
playing softly]

[Laughter]

[Urinating]

Go ahead,

make my day.

Bah!

[Chuckles]

Oh.

Daddy's gun, huh?

That's pretty
dangerous.

Hmm.

You ever wonder...

What one of these
might feel like...

Going in?

You smell
like your mom.

Get out!

Hey.

Shh.

Mom.

Hmm?

Tracy asked me if I
could spend the night.

Tracy who?

Tracy Keller.

You know, I met her
at the picnic last week.

You liked her parents.

Her dad's with
the federal security bank.

Is he? Hmm.

All right,
but later on.

First, you need to
get the dolls

out of the bath

and their arms
out of the sink.

Ok.

See? What did
I tell you?

She's made
a friend already.

Just a matter
of time.

[Water running]

Don't wait.

Can't I come in
with you?

No. I'll look
like a kid, ok?

All right.

I'll call you
in a few hours.

Try to have fun,
sweetheart.

[Starts engine]

Have a nice evening.

[Mellow music playing]

I'd give you
a ride home,

but my tank's
on empty.

[Laughs]
I'm not surprised.

I'd rather bike.
It's just up the road.

Hey, Pam, when are you
gonna give me your number?

[Laughs] What do you
need my number for?

You haven't got a phone.

No. But I got
a quarter.

Lucky man.

So I'll see you around?

Right, sure.
Same time next week?

Um, maybe.

My schedule's
kind of wacky,

but, um, I'll
drop by when I can.

Hey, I want to be
introduced to your mother...

And your father...

Any dogs, cats,
or canaries you live with.

Right.

I'll see you around.

I'm sure they'd love
to meet me.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

[Footsteps]

Hi.

What did it feel like
when you got shot?

What it's like
getting shot.

Could you feel
the bullet go in?

Don't remember.

I would have remembered
if it happened to me.

Ow!

Shit.

Got any whiskey?

It stings, but it
kills the germs.

No.

You're supposed to suck
the poison out, or you die.

What poison?

I read in a book
on snakes.

A snake
didn't bite me.

Then the next time
one does,

you'll know what to do.

I'm not afraid of blood.

Every time
they opened me up,

I lost a bathtubful.

How much blood did you
lose when you got shot?

I don't know.

Did you nearly die?

Yeah. I guess I did.

We was drinking,
me and Jeff, and we...

Run out of beer, pull
over at the 5 store,

and there's
these 3 j-town cops

slurping on doughnuts
and coffee.

I know them, and they
sure know me, so...

I'm a-paying
for my 12 of bud,

and I turn to
the 3 of them,

and I let out
this killer burp.

I mean, this son of a bitch
was loud as a shotgun.

Kind of ruined
their snack, I guess.

So 5 minutes later,
they pull us over.

Jeff gets scared.
He makes a run for it.

So now they think we
got something to hide.

And they're whacking me
with their sticks

until finally I was able
to punch one of them,

and I busted his nose,
and his buddy...

Aims his shotgun at me.

Bang bang.

You're dead.

Only I wasn't.

Wow.

What happened to Jeff?

Mmm.

Jeff was ok.

He got, uh...

3 months. I got 6.

Boy, I tell you.

People say you're trash.

Yeah. I guess they do.

I wouldn't like that.

Well,
you get used to it.

My father says
if everyone worked hard,

there wouldn't be
any poor people.

You're a poor person,
aren't you?

He says that anyone
who works hard can be rich,

just like him.

Sounds like you got
a smart daddy.

Trash is something you put
a lid on 'cause it stinks.

You don't smell that bad.

That makes my day.

[Laughs]

[Clears throat]

The way I see it, you got
people who own lawns,

and you got people
who mow them.

And they're never
the same people.

Ok, it's time for you
to get on home.

I told my mom I'd spend
the night at Tracy Keller's.

Do you know Tracy Keller?

No.

Neither do I.

Wait a minute.

So where do I sleep?

Go home.

No.

[Sighs]
Get out of here.

Just go.

What the hell
you want from me?

What?

What?

Huh?

What?

Is that what you want?

[Laughs]

You can have it.

Anything you want here,
it's yours. Take it.

Ok?

What's with you?

You curious?
You just curious?

You got all that
out there.

Everything out there
is yours.

There's nothing here
for you, you understand?

Go home.

Go home.

[Door closes]

Know where we can find
2 live chickens?

Why don't we just drive
to the supermarket?

They have to be fresh.

The ones at the supermarket
have been frozen for years.

Maybe longer.

You know,

stealing livestock's
a criminal offense.

We could go to jail.

We won't be stealing them.

We'll just be
borrowing them.

And then we'll change
our minds and eat them.

Trust me.

Look, a chicken walk.

Uhh.

Shh.

They're trying to sleep.

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

[Cock-a-doodle-doo]

[Squawking]

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

[Cock-a-doodle-doo]

Trent!

Trent, I caught one.

Looks like your luck's
changed, buddy.

Just a few more minutes
till the end of your life.

[Squawks]

[Country music playing]

Um, Tracy's fine.

We're having chicken
for dinner.

Well, um...

Her mom can't come
to the phone right now.

She's having a bath.

Got to go, mom.

Tracy's waving at me.

See ya. Love you.

Bye.

[Squawking]

Do you think if we'd met
hundreds of years ago,

we'd still have
ended up as friends?

We're not friends.

We're hunters.

So who's gonna
kill the meat?

You do yours,
and then I'll do mine.

Mmm. Do you know how?

Not yet.

[Squawks]

[Belches]

[Belches]

[Belches]

[Belches]

If you promise never to
pull this one on me again,

I'll let you sleep over.

What you think your dad
would do if he found out?

He'd cut off my feet.

That's right.

And then he'd tie you
to a stake and burn you.

Babiaga bony legs,

his teeth made of steel,

and he can bite
through trees,

and his legs are
like chicken legs.

Hey,
who is this Babiaga?

A witch who lives
in a forest.

No, I mean, what's this
monster stand for?

The moral of the story?

Yeah.

For whatever's bad,
I guess.

Sometimes when it's dark,

Babiaga goes out
into the field,

and a wild dog
comes to meet him.

And then a big, scary wind
starts to blow and blow.

Aieeee-ooooh!

Ay-ooooh!

Then Babiaga kills the dog
with his bare hands

and eats it.

Then Babiaga
sings and dances,

his belly all full
of dog meat and blood.

♪♪ Ay aiee ay ♪♪

♪♪ Aiee aiee aiee ay ♪♪

♪♪ Ay ay aiee ay ♪♪

♪♪ Aiee aiee aiee ay ♪♪

[Continues singing]

Do you know how the girl
escapes from Babiaga?

No.

A starving dog she fed

gives her a magic comb
and embroidered towel.

And the girl runs away
through the forest.

And when Babiaga
almost has her,

the girl throws
down the towel,

and a great river
Springs up.

And Babiaga can't cross

till he drives his cows
to drink up all the water.

Look, I got to
get up early, ok?

When Babiaga's
at her heels,

the girl throws
down the comb,

then a great forest
Springs up behind her.

The end, ok?

That's the third one

they got on your
street this week.

Someone is making
fools of us.

I've been watching the lamps
in this neighborhood

at all hours, all hours.

I don't like it one bit.
We're insecure.

[Airplane flies by]

[Machine gun firing]

[Explosions]

Aah!

Let's see some blood
on the sand!

Go on,
bring the second squad!

Go on!

[Helicopter flying]

[Shouting]

It won't take all day,
will it?

It'll take as long
as it takes.

Can I come?

I can help you.

I'll drop you off
at the gate.

I can pull weeds.

No. But I'll
make you a deal.

We can be friends

if you can keep it
a secret.

What's wrong with you
and me being friends?

Well, for one thing,

I'm a country bumpkin,
right?

I was born suckin'
on a bottle of rotgut,

and I'm a piss-poor,
retarded son of a bitch.

Do anything for a buck.

I slobber, and I spit.

And I--[Snorts]

Hey!

Fart. Pfft!

Put me down.

And I eat little
princesses like you

for breakfast! Arrgh!

[Laughing]

I'm not a Princess.

No. Well,
I'm still piss-poor.

Do you want me
to feel sorry for you?

Oh. I don't know.

Well, you can forget it.

Polish my golden slipper.

[Spits]
Yes, ma'am.

I'll Polish it so shiny,
I can see my face in it.

Yeah!

Yee-haw!

What do you want to be
when you grow up?

When I grow up?

I don't know.
I don't think about it.

Well, think about it.

Uh...

When I grow up...

Oh, I don't know.
I just want to be gone.

You know?
Away from here.

And one day,

I'm gonna save up enough
money to do that, too,

and I'm gonna
put on a clean shirt

and a new pair of socks,

and I'm just gonna
walk out of this life.

I like how it sounds.

How what sounds?

Trent and Devon,
Devon and Trent.

Trent and Devon,
Devon and Trent.

Bullshit.

Trent and Devon,
Devon and Trent.

Trent and Devon,
Devon and Trent.

Trent and Devon,
Devon and Trent.

Trent and Devon,
Devon and Trent.

When I was a kid,

mom and my old man
took me fishing here.

In those days,
you could catch 5 or...

6 big catfish.
Big as your arm.

Then one night,

well, I just let
the 2 of them fish,

and then I walk a ways
down the bank,

and I take
my shorts off,

and I plop myself
down on the sand

in my bare ass,

and I piss.

Yuck.

No! No!

There's nothing
like the day

cooling all around you,

and you're sittin'
in warm piss

with the river
floating by.

Yuck again.

Yuck again?

I was a kid.

Ok?

What you piss in

is yours for life.

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN ON RADIO:
♪♪ I come home in the mornin' ♪♪

♪♪ I go to bed
feelin' the same way ♪♪

♪♪ I ain't nothin'
but tired ♪♪

♪♪ Man, I'm just tired
and bored with myself ♪♪

♪♪ Hey there, baby ♪♪

Come on up here.

♪♪ I could use
just a little help ♪♪

♪♪ You can't start a fire ♪♪

♪♪ You can't start a fire
without a spark ♪♪

♪♪ This gun's for hire ♪♪

This is my river!
You hear me?!

This is my river!
You hear me?!

Damn kids.

River rats.

♪♪ Messages keep
gettin' clearer ♪♪

♪♪ Radio's on, and I'm
movin' round the place ♪♪

♪♪ I check my look
in the mirror ♪♪

♪♪ I wanna change my clothe,
my hair, my face ♪♪

♪♪ Man,
I ain't gettin' nowhere ♪♪

Ah-ah-ah-ah...

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh...

♪♪ I just live
in a dump like this ♪♪

♪♪ There's somethin'
happenin' somewhere ♪♪

♪♪ Baby, I just know
that there is ♪♪

♪♪ You can't start a fire ♪♪

Sons of bitches.

♪♪ You can't start a fire
without a spark ♪♪

♪♪ This gun's for hire ♪♪

♪♪ Even if we're just
dancin' in the dark ♪♪

Whoo hoo hoo!

Well, that'll get the fish
biting for sure, Nash.

Let's get out of here.
Come on.

No, wait a minute.

What? What? What?

Come here.

You know,
I recognize that truck.

It's that lawnmower kid.

With one of his
little tramps.

♪♪ I'll shake this world
off my shoulders ♪♪

Wait. What are
they doing now?

I'll be damned.
They're mooning us.

♪♪ And they'll be
Carvin' you up all right ♪♪

♪♪ They say
you gotta stay hungry ♪♪

♪♪ Hey, baby, I'm just
about starvin' tonight ♪♪

♪♪ I'm dyin'
for some action ♪♪

♪♪ I'm sick of sittin' round hee
tryin' to write this book ♪♪

♪♪ I need a love reaction ♪♪

You don't look like you
got much sleep at Tracy's.

Did you have
a good time, honey?

Brett put his hand
up my shirt yesterday.

At the barbecue?

What?

You let him put his hand
up your shirt?

No. He just did it.

You mean he forced
his hand up your shirt?

Hmm. Is that all?

Nothing else?

I ran away.

Good for you.

That's my girl.

I had a good chat with
Brett's dad at the barbecue.

He's vice president
of Maxitel Kentucky.

He told me he had a wild one
on his hands with that boy.

He was just
tickling me.

Oh, honey, why didn't you
say so in the first place?

He was just playing.

Well, then he didn't
mean any harm, Dev.

You gave us a scare.

Can I be excused?

I don't feel well.

Do you think Brett
really upset her?

She's just growing up.

Well, she has her last
doctor's appointment

on Friday.

I still think

we should look into some
plastic surgery options.

She doesn't want it,
at least, not for now.

She'll want it
when she starts dating.

In a few years,

if a boy like Brett
feels that in the dark,

they won't be
back for more.

Morton.

ALANNAH MYLES:
♪♪ Black Velvet ♪♪

♪♪ And that
little boy's smile ♪♪

What a waste.

The guy just
keeps on mowing.

Just mows and mows
like...

Like it'll make a difference
in the world.

That man there isn't
just mowing lawns.

He's got a plan.

First our lawns,
then our women.

He's just waiting
to make his move.

Jesus, Brett. That guy
really gets under your skin,

doesn't he?

How about we
go to the mall

and pick up
some fresh sound?

This stuff is stale.

[Starts engine]

Oh, looks like we're
running over Mexico there.

El Salvador, ¡estúpido!

¡Viva México!

¡Arriba! ¡Arriba!
¡Aay! ¡Epa! ¡Epa!

Cortés lives,
burrito breath!

Whoo!
Whoo!

Hoo hoo hoo hoo!

Ay yi yi yi
yi yi yi ya!

[Squeak]

That was
a smart move, kid.

Your go.

That move, my friend,

just cost you
another arm and a leg.

All right, one more.

But don't get too smart,
doll face.

If you lose this time,

it will cost you
your head.

[Lawnmower whirring]

RADIO: ♪♪ Oldies 103 ♪♪

♪♪ WRKA ♪♪

Oldies 103...

Can I bring him
a glass of water?

Why would you do that?

Because it's hot.

Well, that would
be considerate.

Oh, not one of
the nice glasses, honey.

There's a glass
under the sink.

RADIO: ...Will take
a 435 billion-mile,

10-month journey
to explore Mars. Wow.

It's perfectly clean.

RADIO: Ha ha ha.

Right now it's time
for the real news.

Here's Theresa hall.

WOMAN ON RADIO: Thanks, John.
It's 92 degrees.

I'm Theresa hall
with today's top local news

on oldies 103 wrka.

6 Kentucky businesses
are preparing

for an overseas
trade mission.

Officials with the Kentucky
world trade center...

Hey, what's this? You got
something on your dress.

[Laughing]
Hey, hey.

Whoa.

Hey. Trent, Trent.

Hey, stop it.

Hey. Hey, stop it.

Hey, Trent.
Trent, come on.

Come on.

Come on, stop it.
What are you doing?

Come here. I want to
show you something.

Uhh.

Wow.

Mmm.

Where'd you get it?

Almost ran over it
with the mower.

Turtle spaghetti.

Ew.

He'll eat lettuce.

Devon.

Oh. I got to go.

Ok.

Bye.

Thanks.

[Growling]

Uhh! Oh!

Don't bite me.

[Cd drops]

Hey, boy.

[Starts engine]

What the hell?

[Whirring]

That son of a bitch.

What if he didn't
take the CDs?

He took 'em.

Who do you think's been
taking the street lamps?

What if it's
his only mower?

They always got a spare.

Come on, let's go.

DEVON: He just gave me
a turtle, mom.

Oh, people don't
just give away turtles.

Has he spoken
to you before?

Yes.

When?

Listen to me, sweetheart.

I'd rather you didn't
talk to him anymore.

People don't
just give you things

without wanting
something in return.

The next thing you know,

he'll be asking
your father for a job.

He's got a job.

There's probably
something wrong with it.

[Gasps]

[Motor sputtering]

[Motor dies]

[Rock music playing]

Looks like you got some
sugar in your gas tank.

Now, how did you
manage that?

Sugar will ruin
a motor for sure.

Just a minute there, son.

I got a call from a woman
that lives around here.

She said you gave
her daughter a turtle.

Is that right?

Yeah. I gave a kid
a turtle.

Now, why'd you go
and do a thing like that?

Look, I like turtles.

I used to go a-huntin' 'em
back up Harold's creek

when I was a kid, but...

Folks are nervous
these days.

It'd be best
if you kept to yourself

when you're working
around here.

[Brakes squeak]

[Engine stops running]

How's it going?

Mind if I get by here?

Hey. I've been meaning
to talk to you.

It's about this lawn
my grandmother has.

Only problem is
it's on her face.

Think you
can handle it?

That's a nice mower.

How's that running
for you?

Ok, now, uh...

Get that car
out of my way.

What's the rush?

We just got something we
need to work out is all.

Boy, look at this.

This is ancient.

I'll bet you could sell this
for an antique, huh?

Don't touch it.

Brett.

Put it back.

What's it feel like to play
with a 4-foot-long vibrator

all day, huh?

[Whirring]

Hey, Sean,

let's trim
some weeds.

If you took the music,
just give it back.

There'll be no trouble.

You owe us 4 CDs,
river rat.

What'd you do,
you sell them already?

What the hell
are you talking about?

This is bullshit!
You want some of this?

Brett!

I'll cut you up, bitch!

Goddamn it, Brett!

What are you, crazy?

[Barking stops]

[Whirring stops]

You're bleedin'.

What you want from me?

Hmm?

Well, what have you
got to offer?

Get this fuckin' dog
off of me!

Get this fuckin' dog
off of me!

[Whines]

[Starts engine]

[Revving engine]

The punk bit me.

Move my car.

Huh?

Move it, damn it!

[Starts engine]

[Tires squeal]

[Crash]

Well...

I could sell
the truck...

To get a new mower,

but then how am I going
to get the mower around?

I could sell
the chain saw,

and that might
bring me enough

to buy
a half-assed mower,

but then I'm going to be
mowing with a piece of shit,

and I'm going to be
out of a chain saw...

To do tree work.

So...

You know what?

Just fuck
the whole thing.

Fuck it.

[Laughs]

Where are we going?

Trent?

[Laughing]

Ohh.

Want to come in?

Hey, mama.

Hey.

[Laughs]

Hey, give me
some sugar.

What happened
to your face?

Oh, it's nothing.
I just scraped it.

What's this?

Oh, I cut myself
with the weed eater.

You want me to get you
a new bandage?

No, it's--don't worry
about it.

This is Devon, mama.

Oh.

Well, nice
to meet you, Devon.

You look tired.

Well...

Your daddy could keep
the whole county awake

with his wheezing
and kicking.

He's out back.

Yeah?

You two look hot.

You want some iced tea?

Well, I do.

Get us a couple of glasses
out of the cupboard, honey.

Get the nice ones--

the horse ones

for a change.

I hope you like it sweet.

Trent's daddy
likes it real sweet.

[Laughs]

[Pours liquid]

There you go.

Well, now.

How are you, dad?

Well...

I'm still here.

I lost
a mower today.

What, stolen?

No. Some kids put sugar
in the motor.

Well, why would they
do that?

Because they like me.

Well, if you're worried
about us...

Is that why you come here?

Hey, you know we do
just fine on the pension.

What you send us
is a treat--

something extra.

So we'll do without
the extras.

Hell, I can't bowl
no more anyways.

[Laughs]
Sure, you can.

Now, listen...

No. Don't worry about it.

Hey, it's not so bad.

No. No.

[Tap tap]

Not exactly.

It's more like
yours goes...

Dee-dum, Dee-dum, Dee-dum,

and mine goes...

Diddy-dum, diddy-dum,
diddy-dum.

[Both tap table]

[Both laugh]

I picked these up
during my years in Korea.

Lots of guys
would sleep with them

under their pillows
at night.

And when a guy
didn't come back,

well, I got his flag.

Take them.

No. I don't
want them.

No. I want you
to have them.

I don't want them.

I don't want
them, dad.

God damn it,
accept a gift!

I don't want them
around the house no more.

I can't bring myself
to throw them away.

[Wheezes]

Just when are you
going to die

and get it
over with, dad?

You've been doing it
for years now.

It takes a while
to die.

You think
I don't know that?

You think I don't know?

You and your
fucking flags!

I don't want them.

Ok? Send them
to whatever bastards

send you your pension!

[Door slams]

This one was always
my favorite back then.

Here.

Feel how soft it is.

Whose was this one?

It was mine.

♪♪ Ooh ooh ♪♪

♪♪ Ooh ooh ooh ♪♪

♪♪ Ooh ooh ♪♪

♪♪ Ooh ooh ooh ♪♪

♪♪ Ooh ooh ♪♪

♪♪ Ooh ooh ooh ♪♪

BOB DYLAN: ♪♪ Mama take
this badge off of me ♪♪

♪♪ I can't use it
anymore ♪♪

♪♪ It's gettin' dark ♪♪

♪♪ Too dark to see ♪♪

♪♪ I feel I'm knockin'
on heaven's door ♪♪

♪♪ Knock, knock, knockin'
on Heaven's door ♪♪

Why is your father
dying?

Is it because
of the Koreans?

Did they torture him?

The Koreans didn't
fuck up my old man.

It was the canned cheese--

the government rations
the soldiers got.

The cans had some sort
of bacteria in them, see?

Of course, the government
still denies it.

It gets inside you.

It lives in your lungs.
It eats them up

bit by bit.

He had one lung cut out...

[Smacks lips]
Some years back.

He's got half of one left.

You ever wonder how it'd be
to live on half a lung?

[Wheezes]

Gross.

[Gags] Do you want
a cigarette?

[Wheezes]

Do you want some cola?

♪♪ Knock, knock, knockin'
on Heaven's door ♪♪

♪♪ Knock, knock, knockin'
on Heaven's door ♪♪

♪♪ Knock, knock, knockin'
on Heaven's door ♪♪

♪♪ Knock, knock, knockin'
on Heaven's door ♪♪

So, what you want
to show me?

We're best friends,
right?

[Laughs]
I don't know.

Yes, we are.

I don't know as I ever had
a best friend. I had--

you gave me a turtle.

Yeah, I did.

Then I'll show you.

Whoa. No, no,
stop that.

Aw, Jesus.

I want to.

Well, I don't want you to.

You're not old enough.

[Laughs]

It's not my tits I want
to show you, stupid.

Ok, I'm ready.

Come on, look.

Goddamn.

My dad can hardly
look at it.

He says it gives him
the cold shivers.

Touch it.

No. No, thanks.

Go on.

See?

Huh.

That's cool.

Now I get to see yours.

Fair is fair.

Mine's bigger.

Yeah.

Can I touch it?

[Tracker barking]

[Laughs]

It's tracker.

He's loose.

Let's catch him.

Tracker!

Come here, boy!

DEVON: Tracker!

[Truck hits tracker]

Stay in the car.

But he's hurt.

I said stay in the car.

If he's hurt,
we'll take care of him.

Is he all right?

No...

He's not.
He's hurt bad.

We'll take him to the vet.

I want you to cover
your eyes, ok, buddy?

Why?

God damn it, I said
cover your eyes.

[Panting]

Devon?

Devon,
what happened?

Devon, what is it?

Devon?

Oh, my god.

I said I don't know!

Just come home.

Did somebody
hurt you, honey?

He didn't hurt me.

Who didn't?

Trent.

Oh, my god.

Trent?

The man who mows
our lawns--

the one who gave her
the turtle.

Tell me about Trent,
honey.

Did he touch you?

No one's going to
blame you, sweetheart.

I'll call Nash.

[Cell phone rings]

Christ.

[Ring]

[Ring]

Devon,

this is important.

Did Trent touch you
in any way?

Yes...

But it was only because--

I'll kill the punk.

Where did he
touch you, honey?

Show me where.

I let him see...

My...

He touched my...

Take your time, sweetheart.

We're listening.

He touched my scar.

Oh, Christ.

He thought it was cool.

And I touched him, too,

where he was shot.

We were friends.

Secret friends.

Oh, god.

But then he killed the dog.

I hate him.

Was it yours?

Yeah.

You know where he lives?

I'll, by god,
find out.

He's got to be
just up the road.

All right, you better stay
here with Mrs. Stockard.

You stay with me,
sweetheart.

Dad...

I know where he lives.

[Tires squeal]

We'll try further up.

Right.

MORTON:
That was a big help.

Is this the road?

Bingo.

Stay in the car, Dev!

I warned you, Mr. Burns.

This here's
private property.

No. This is
state property,

and you and that tin can
are trespassing.

What you want?

We're looking for a dog.

You seen one?

You ain't no real cop.
I don't have to talk to you.

A big dog.

Doberman.

Wore a chain-link collar.

This here is his owner.

I'll tell you what--

why don't you all
go to hell?

[Laughs]

He's got a sense
of respect, doesn't he?

Uhh!

I may not be
a real cop anymore,

but I can still
act like one.

I loved that dog.

You touch my daughter?

What?
Huh?

Is that the hand you used
to touch her?

She's 10 years old,

you piece of shit.

A girl like Devon
will never belong to you.

Uhh!

NASH: I think
that's enough.

Yeah?

Just about.

Here.

Take a crack at him.

Morton.

Stay out of this, Nash.

This is
a personal situation.

I said
that's enough!

MORTON: Do it.

Hit him!

[Gunshot]

Oh, Jesus.

Trent.

Trent.

Trent.
Shit.

Get up. You have
to get up.

Shit, Devon.

Jesus Christ,
you shot him.

Honey, give me the gun.

Stop.

TRENT: He's bleeding, Devon.
He's bleeding bad.

NASH: We got to get him
to a hospital,

or he'll bleed to death.

He won't die.
I lost bucketsful,

and I didn't die.

They're going to
pin this on me, Devon.

They're going--

they're going to pin
this on me, you hear me?

They won't.

They're going
to kill me, Devon.

You understand?

Not if you go, Trent.

You have to get out
from here now.

[Sean gasps]

Go.

Go.

Ok.

Dev.

Aw, Dev.

Give me your wallet.

Give me your wallet,
dad, or I'll shoot you.

Better do what she says,
Mr. Stockard,

or I believe she will
shoot you.

Here.
No.

Buy a new shirt.
There's blood on yours.

Here.
Hold the gun.

We've slowed
the bleeding,

but we have to get him
to a hospital.

Morton?

Morton.

[Pulls out clip]

They're going to come
after you.

When they get close,

throw down this towel.

If they're still
gaining on you,

throw down this comb.

[Chuckles]

Whatever happened
at the end of that story?

The girl got away.

She ran and she ran
until she was home.

Home.

Yeah. Tell me
where that is, Devon.

Home is in my hands.

Now drive fast.

Fast.

[Starts engine]

Dev...

Honey...

Get on your knees, dad.

You're just scared, honey.

I'll tell them
it was an accident.

Kneel down.

Stand up slowly.

Walk straight.

Stop.

Yes, I need ems
for a gunshot victim.

The wound is in
the lower right abdomen.

DEVON: Once upon a time,

in the middle
of a big, dark forest,

there lived a boy

in a house

all alone.

And he took care
of the trees

and fed a stray girl
and was kind to her,

and she loved him for it.

But one day,

Babiaga entered the forest
to eat the boy.

The boy wanted to run,

but he knew he could never
outrun Babiaga bony legs.

The girl said
to the boy,

"take this magic comb
and embroidered towel

and run."

"When Babiaga chases you,

"throw down the towel,

"and a great river
will rise up behind you

and cover your tracks."

"If Babiaga
is still chasing you..."

"Throw down the magic comb,

and a forest
will spring up behind you."

And the boy
drove on and on,

never coming back--

safe at last.