All language subtitles for The Badge 2002 DVDrip x264-OlFa

( crickets chirping )

( gunshot )

( panting )

( heavy panting )

( gunshot )

♪...Oh what fun it is to ride,
in a one-horse open sleigh ♪

♪ Jingle bells,
jingle bells... ♪

Jesus, no.

♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride,
in a one-horse open sleigh... ♪

Woman:
Somebody help me.

- ( tires screeching )
- Jesus!

♪...Making spirits bright,
what fun it is to ride and sing ♪

♪ A sleighing song tonight. ♪

( snoring within )

- Darl?
- Huh?

Come on in and I'll
scramble you some eggs.

So, say...

you ain't seen
my keys, have you?

Goddamn it.
What did you do that for?

I love you.

- Morning, glory.
- Hey, sweetie.

Hey, Darl, you were sure shaking
your patootie last night.

- Come here a minute, hon.
- What?

Just come here, okay?

- How old are you?
- 21, and got an ID to prove it.

Horse shit.

I got some advice for you, honey--
go back to "Crawfish Bayou"

or wherever
the hell it is you're from.

Work in a place like this, you're
gonna develop some bad habits.

You got an eye booger
right there on your nose.

- ( telephone ringing )
- It's Rhonda.

- Darl, it's CB.
- I'm not here.

Said something
about a truck wreck.

♪ Rain so hard ♪

♪ Coming down ♪

♪ Twirling ♪

♪ In the storm ♪

♪ Turning... ♪

- Put down the shoes, Elton.
- I got six kids--

- Put down the shoes, Elton.
- Hey, CB.

- Got a little situation.
- Yeah, looks like it.

Let me see that umbrella.
You seen my sunglasses?

- I don't think so.
- Do me a favor, look for them.

What's up, Marc?
How you doing, Buddy?

Driver said some woman ran
in front of him.

- Did you talk to her?
- No. Couldn't find her.

Can't find her?
Let me know.

What's up, buddy?
Whose dog is this?

His license and title were clean,
but his insurance lapsed.

Is that right?
Are you hurt, son?

- Are you all right?
- Yes, sir, I'm all right.

Boy, you dumped her
in there, didn't you?

Yes, sir. I sure did.
I laid her on over.

Now, listen. I don't know
where you drive through,

but in Louisiana you can't
drive around with no insurance.

I try to keep it up.
I got to feed my kids, though.

Yeah, I get you.
That's an awful lot of shoes.

I'm gonna have to give you
a breathalyzer test.

Oh, no, sir. Hell no.
I ain't no drunk.

You find that woman over there.
It's her damn fault!

Hey, CB, make the call,
will you?

( telephone ringing )

- This is Rhonda.
- Rhonda, CB.

- We got some high tops. Want some?
- Hells bells, save me a pair!

( phone ringing )

Ponderosa.
Appreciate it, CB.

...and what they're building,
right down the road,

is a gambling casino
that will destroy our community.

Truck wreck on 65.
Darl's giving out free shoes.

You cannot bring in
Las Vegas-style gambling!

This is a 7 1/2 medium.

I bet you a million dollars
that fits that girl.

Gooch, what's up, buddy?
You drunk yet?

No, sir.
This is the Lord's day.

- Jack Daniel's got to wait.
- Well, hurry sundown.

They're some
nasty tennis shoes.

Just clean 'em up,
they just been in the mud.

That's a seven medium,
it says.

What's up, Cletus?

You see, you got to say
the magic words.

- Okay?
- Okay.

- Who you gonna vote for?
- Well, you, Sheriff.

Darl: Hey, Ornell...

you plannin' on pulling
that damn thing out with that truck?

Darl,
before I get started,

I got to get it straight.
Who do I send the bill to?

The judge executive pays
the bills.

- CB: Hey, Darl?
- Huh?

- You ought to look at this.
- What?

There's a woman out here.
She ain't moving.

( splashing )

Man: Damn,
she's good-lookin', huh?

- Anybody know her?
- Nope.

It'd be nice if I did.

Should we charge that trucker
with manslaughter?

I don't know. Maybe.

There's a camera under my seat.
Go get it and take some pictures.

- Jesus.
- Man: Amen. She's a believer.

( whirrs )

Good grief, little fella,
you're about to get squashed.

Now run.
Run like the wind.

- How you doin', sister?
- Hey.

Looks good, y'all.

I didn't think the Lord gave out
permits to work on Sundays.

I aim to be open for business
before the casino is.

I'm trying to identify
this gal right here.

You ain't seen her before,
have you?

No. She don't go
to my church.

Well, I guess you wouldn't
know her then, would you?

Say, Henry.

We ain't playing much
football today, are we, Darl?

Hell no.

I Need you to help me out
on something.

You seen this
little sweetheart?

Hmm. She's a looker.

- She got hit by a truck.
- I heard that.

No.
I don't know her.

Nah, your money's
no good out here, Darl.

My wife picked me out
a pair of Hush Puppies.

- They fit?
- Oh, yeah.

Good deal.
All right, then.

- Thanks for your help.
- Okay, Darl.

If you hear anything
about this, let me know.

- I sure will. Hey, Darl.
- Yeah.

Those kids out front--
Run 'em off.

I'm getting complaints.

All right.
See you later, Henry.

( hip-hop music playing )

- Whew, that's good.
- It's not good, it's dangerous.

You little shits are going
to have to get out of here.

You're running off
all of Henry's customers.

What are you just standing for?
Go on, get in the car.

What the hell
is wrong with you?

- And you come with me.
- Why?

Because I said to.
Come on.

Come on,
let's just go.

Your mother
don't let you smoke.

Yeah,
not in front of her.

- Who is this?
- I don't know.

I'm trying to find out.

So, how's school, hon'?

- Amazing.
- That's great.

Can I get a tattoo?

A tattoo of what?

Gaia.

- What's "Gaia"?
- Gaia, the Earth goddess.

When I was a kid in school,
the only girls who had tattoos

were girls that worked
in tent shows, you know.

I don't want you running around
like carnival trash.

Yeah, thanks.

CB to Big Chief one,
you copy?

We're over at Doc's.
You really got to see this.

See what, CB?

- Damn, squeegee.
- Wait till you see this.

- You ain't supposed to be in here.
- You just wait.

What the hell is going on?

- She's got a pecker.
- And titties.

I see that, CB.
Jesus Christ.

She got a bigger dick
than I do.

Squeegee, I'll have
to take your word on that.

Oh, my Lord.

I guess you'd call it
a transvestite.

Well, technically,

because of
the hormone-induced breasts,

she'd be classified
as a transsexual or transgender.

A transvestite
just likes to dress up.

- An accident?
- Nope.

This is the culprit
that killed her or him.

A.22 caliber.

Shot through the back
and lodged in the chest cavity.

Feet are cut up, so...

so I feel like she ran
a long way with this in her.

Actual time of death...

probably just about
45 minutes ago.

Asphyxiation--

Lungs slowly filled up
with blood.

Damn, Darl,
she was layin' there alive

while we was unloading
those damned shoes.

Identifiable markings--

Jesus is a tattoo,

but this here, that's--
that's a stamp.

Like you'd get
at a nightclub.

Darl, this is clearly a homicide.
Somebody should have called

the state investigators
before you moved the body.

Excuse me, DA, I was called
to investigate a traffic accident.

- I didn't have any idea--
- Whoa!

- That's cool.
- What are you doing in here?

Ashley's riding home with me.
I'm parked out back.

- Come on.
- What?

I wished to hell I had said no
when she proposed to me.

- It'd been a lot easier.
- It's my fault you're miserable.

That's what I said.

You getting any alimony?

I should be.
I put her through law school.

Doc, why don't you put
something over this here?

I don't want to lose
my biscuits.

The titties,
they look so real.

They are real, CB.
What do you think they are?

Well, they're not
exactly real.

They weren't real,
they're real now, I guess.

- They sure are pretty.
- Hey, you cut that out.

You sure know an awful lot
about this kind of thing.

No, I've read a lot.
I'm well read, that's all.

- I just read a lot.
- Put on some heels and stockings.

CB: We don't want to know
what's going on behind closed doors.

Don't start that.

Hey, Darl, I'm going
back to the desk.

You want me to call in
the state forensic?

Why?

Carla said we should have done
that from the beginning.

I don't give a rat's ass
what Carla said.

I'm not calling in
the state boys on a Sunday

to get time and a half
investigating a damn homo-cide.

They'd be giving me shit
from here on out.

Have you seen
my sunglasses?

No.

♪ Where's my soul? ♪

♪ Louisiana ♪

( doorbell rings )

Good morning, Glena.
Is the judge home?

He's out back.

Take the baby bear.
This is the grandpa bear.

See, he got a tie on.
He got--

Looks like you got
your hands full.

My daughter thinks
I'm a full-time babysitter.

I've done nothing
to dissuade her of that notion.

You told me if I have
a policy problem with Darl,

I should let you know
about it.

That DOA.

Darl doesn't want to call in
the state investigation unit.

Darl can be mule-headed.

As a matter of policy,
he should have checked

with me before stealing
those shoes.

It's been years since Darl
has handled a murder case,

and the first 48 hours
are crucial.

Some crime investigations

don't deserve
the taxpayer's money.

- This is one of them.
- I beg your pardon?

It's a matter of having
the wrong kind of publicity

in Le Salle parish
at the wrong time.

- You mean with the casino pending?
- Mm-hmm.

I know it's shoddy,

but right now...

Darl just might be
the best man for the job.

( baby gurgles )

Pretty precious.

I missed you.

I was just gone for a minute
and I missed you.

Good grief.
Darlene, this milk stinks.

There's creamer
in the cupboard.

You know I don't like
that powdered shit.

This lady...

she would like to speak
to a sheriff or a deputy.

Hi, my name is Darl.
Pleased to meet you.

- Are you the sheriff?
- Yeah.

Except, I don't use my gun
unless the charm fails.

You know what I mean?

I'm worried
about a friend of mine.

You're not
from around here, are you?

Why do you say that?

Because you look better
than the people around here.

Well, no, I drove up
from New Orleans.

How's everything down
in New Orleans?

It's fine.

- You get down there much?
- Well...

if I got a good reason to,
I go down there every now and then.

Yeah, um...

I'm worried about
my girlfriend.

She called me late
Saturday night from Le Salle

and I haven't heard
from her since.

Now, this might not have
anything to do with it,

I don't know,
but did she happen to have a...

A what?

Golly, it's...

a Jesus tattoo?

Where are we going?

Across the street.

Oh God.

( sobbing )

- Full name?
- Mona.

- Mona what?
- She just had one name.

I felt something
was wrong.

- What happened?
- She got shot.

We found her out
in the swamp.

- Who did it?
- I don't have a clue. Do you?

No.

Listen, this sex question
on here, it's--

it's a little problematic.

What box do you think
I ought to check?

However you like.

All right.
Both boxes.

- Next of kin?
- Me.

Were you like her sister
or something like that?

I'm her wife.

- Legal?
- Legal.

I'm sorry.

I never really-- Hey.

I'm sorry, but this is
a little strange for me.

I don't see this kind
of thing every day.

Ma'am, or...

this is a murder case.

I'm going to have to ask you
some more questions.

- Well, ask.
- Okay.

- What was she or he--
- She!

All right.
What was she doing in Le Salle?

Mona called our house
on Saturday night.

She left a message on
the answering machine around 3:00.

- Mona: Hey, baby.
- She said...

Mona: I'm working
at a Christmas party...

...she was working at
a Christmas party in Le Salle and...

Mona: I'm gonna have to
catch a Greyhound.

Don't worry, okay?
I'll be home tomorrow.

Her ride had left her stranded

and in the morning she was going
to catch a Greyhound.

Sunday came.

She didn't come home.

Monday I started to worry.
I called everybody.

Nobody heard from her.

Last night I drove up here.

That's it.
That's all I know.

Where was this party at?

I don't know.

She's an entertainer.
She performs at a lot of parties.

What was she driving?

She doesn't have
a license.

She doesn't have a car.

Where did she call you from?

( exhales )

I don't know.

How about this Jesus tattoo
she had on her?

What's that all about?

A few years ago,

she went through
this religious phase.

She got this tattoo
of Jesus over her heart.

How about that stamp
on her hand. That J-A?

- What's that?
- That's "Johnny Angel's."

It's a nightclub in New Orleans
where we work.

Both of you work there?

Yeah.

Are you the same
as she is, you know?

I mean...

What does that have to do
with my husband being murdered?

CB,
what do you want?

I'm sorry, Darl,
but we got an emergency.

There's a protest
at the casino site

and, well, your daddy's got
a shotgun.

Of course he has.

Would you mind waiting
in my office for a little bit?

I got to take care of this.

- ( whooping )
- What are you doing?

Now, look here.

This was supposed to be
a nice and peaceful protest.

Nobody invited old Bull
to show up here.

- Do you hear me?
- Yeah.

- ( gunshot )
- Damn it!

( yells )

- He won't let me near him.
- He's gonna kill somebody!

Hey, it's me.
Put the gun down!

I've seen better sheriffs
in Saturday morning cartoons.

Oh, there he is.
God himself--

"Mr. Own It,
Mr. Buy It."

Well, these raisins
ain't for sale.

Bull, you stupid drunk.
Put that gun down.

- Stay back. He's crazy.
- All bark and no bite.

Flatter than
yesterday's beer.

You are gone, partner.

There's nothing left.

I'm a dangerous man.
I'm a killer.

Bull, if you were
gonna kill me,

you would have killed me
a long time ago.

Gimme that gun.

Get him out of my sight.

Come on, Daddy.

Come on, get up.
Get up.

Come on.
Get off this hill.

Come get in the car.
Goddamn it.

What are you doing up here
shooting at things?

I don't believe it'd do any good
to lock him up, do you?

Judge: Yeah.

How you coming
on that freak murder?

We made an ID.
She came out of New Orleans.

That's what I figured.

All the shit that floats
ends up in New Orleans.

Yeah. That's for sure.

Darl...

I don't want you
to make too much noise

with that particular case.

I'd hate to have
the newspapers stick

the words "Le Salle Parish"
and "Transsexual murder"

- in the same headline.
- I hear you.

Here.

See if you can talk
some sense into that

alcohol-soaked head
of his.

All right.

That son of a bitch judge
is a tadwhacker!

That's what he is.

He's bought up
every piece of land

this side of the lake
except mine.

I'll fry in hell before
I sell out to that son of a bitch.

No, sir,
not for Fort Knox!

Years back when the judge
asked for my badge,

I thought, how bad can that be
to give it up?

It's only a thin piece
of tin.

Well, what I didn't realize
was that badge was my skin.

It held me together.

Don't ever let him do it
to you, buddy boy.

You don't have
to worry about me.

I don't.

Your brother took
a wrong turn.

Took after your mama.

But you are me.

Big Chief to Station One.

Darlene:
Station One.

Tell that Scarlet person
to go back to New Orleans,

- that I'm tied up, all right?
- She's left already.

She says she wasn't
going back to New Orleans.

She said she was going by
the bus station

to see if anybody
had seen her husband.

- Over.
- All right.

Woman:
I use two sticks of butter.

You know, margarine just
don't taste right.

'Course it puts pounds
on you.

Oh, anything that tastes
that good puts a few pounds on.

Sheriff.
What can I help you with?

- How you doing?
- All right.

I was actually looking
for somebody.

Well, she was looking
for somebody, too.

Then we got to discussing
shortbread recipes and--

I'm sorry I couldn't help you
with your friend, honey.

I'll keep an eye out
for her, though.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Now, Sheriff,
who were you looking for?

I think I know where
to find them.

All right.

I thought I told you
to stay over there at the office.

- Wait on me over there. I--
- I thought I could help.

But it turns out that Mona
never bought a bus ticket.

Yeah, well...
Okay.

- That's you right there?
- What's your sign?

- Huh?
- Your astrological sign.

- Capricorn.
- Oh.

Stubborn.

Selfish and stubborn.

Anyhow, we'll handle
everything from here on out.

- Go back to New Orleans and--
- Look, you know what?

I know that you think that
Mona belongs in a petri dish.

But you're wrong.

Mona was the best person
I've ever met.

The kindest,
gentlest person.

Never put on airs.
Was kind to everybody.

You think that's easy,
the choice that she made?

It isn't.
She's the bravest person I ever met.

So, you put
your prejudice aside

and swear to me that you're
gonna find out who did this.

Okay, ma'am. We'll handle that
right off the bat.

- That's what we'll do, okay?
- ( scoffs )

♪ Oh, shame on me ♪

♪ Way down in Louisiana ♪

♪ Where the pretty girls twist ♪

♪ On the banks of the bayou... ♪

Together: Ho, ho,
Paradise Casino has got to go!

- ♪ The way you drive me wild ♪
- Give me one of those.

Whatever those deals are.
Thanks, darlin'.

- You look lovely.
- Oh, thank you.

You must have bought
that dress in New York.

New Orleans.
Right off the rack.

( speaking French )

- How are you?
- Doing great. Thanks.

Judge: The Governor's here.

Governor, we all know
about your politickin'.

How about comin' up here and givin'
us a bit of that guitar pickin'?

- Come on, Judge.
- You gonna play some guitar for us?

Governor,
play for your supper.

- Come on, get up here!
- Judge: Get up here.

Man:
Play something for us!

( playing blues music )

Oh, for God's sake.

Hey, Darl,
where are you going?

I won't listen to that son of
a bitch trying to play the guitar.

Why do you care
where he's going?

I was just being nice.

( chanting continues )

Hey, Darl!

Hey, Darl.

Those asshole motherfuckers

won't even let us into
their damn party.

Why don't you get back
in the car?

- Who's that you're with?
- Nobody.

I'm leaving.
You coming?

- Does it look like I'm coming?
- ( engine starts )

- Yeah!
- Wait a minute.

- You behave now, all right?
- I always behave.

You're not doing
a very damn good job of it.

- Come here.
- That's not his daughter, is it?

Here we go.

- Hey, everybody.
- Hey, Darl.

- This is...
- Party-hearty girl.

My friend here.

- I know you from the tavern, honey.
- How you doing?

This must be the husband
you're always running down.

- ( music stops )
- ( crowd applauding )

- Whew!
- Thank you. Thank you.

I want to take a couple minutes
to talk about Le Salle parish.

It's not like my opponent,
Hart Burnson or,

as I like to call him,
"heartburn-son."

( laughter )

His marching marionettes
are right outside the door.

Paradise Casino
has got to go!

You know me?

- No, I don't think so.
- Well, you tried to fuck me.

I own a Pick 'n Pay
in Shreveport.

This is a shipping invoice.

You stole $20,000 worth
of my shoes.

I don't know
anything about that.

My driver says you were
the officer on the scene.

Your driver ought to be
a better driver, you know.

My brother-in-law
is the Attorney General

of this state and I'm gonna
have him rip you a new one.

I don't know where the fuck
you think you are,

but this ain't Shreveport,
so keep your finger out of my face.

Burnson doesn't want jobs
for you.

You know what I heard?

They're gonna vote you off
the ticket.

They tell you yet?

♪ Silent night ♪

♪ Holy night... ♪

Wonderful to see you.
Good party, Judge.

Darl, how you doing?

You trying to knock me
off the ticket?

- Where'd you get that idea?
- Don't bullshit me.

- Easy, Darl.
- No, you easy.

Get your fucking hands
off of me.

You're embarrassing
yourself.

I don't want to be fucked with
in my own parish.

You need to calm down.
You hear me?

You need to get your nose out
of the Governor's ass--

- Always good to see you, Darl.
- You too, Governor.

DJ:
Merry Christmas.

Yeah, Merry Christmas
to all of you.

What's everybody looking at?
You enjoy yourselves, shit.

( phone ringing )

Home, sweet home!

Where are we going?

Some girls are spitters,
but I'm a swallower.

- ( laughing )
- Just carry you.

Where are you going
to take me?

Where are we going?

Will you take off
my boots?

( ringing )

- Hello?
- Sheriff?

- Who is this?
- Scarlet.

Did I wake you?

I got that phone number
that Mona called from,

from our new phone bill.

Okay, it's 2-9-4...

3-6-7-2.

- Got it?
- Yeah.

I already called it
a bunch of times.

Nobody ever answers.

Listen,
it's kind of late...

I don't know what to do
with her things.

Have you ever lost
anybody close?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

- So, good night.
- Good night.

Hey, Carla.

Listen,

I said some pretty ugly things
last night and...

- I guess made a fool out of myself.
- Guess?

- You don't remember very well.
- No, I remember, believe me.

I remember pretty well.
Look, I'm sorry.

Uh-huh.

She's watching us,
so let's be civil with each other.

So, what y'all doing
for Christmas?

Are you driving up
to your mama's?

No, 'cause I only get
a day off.

It's too far to drive.

She won't speak to you till
Easter if you do that, you know?

Yeah, I guess not.

There were a lot of phone calls
made about you last night.

- Phone calls don't scare me.
- If you heard them, you would be.

You better watch your back.

Let me make a deal
with you, Counselor.

Why don't you invite me over
for Christmas,

and I'll bring a tree, a turkey,
a fruitcake, all that stuff?

We'll have a big time--

You don't get to act
like an ass all the time,

expect to show up here
and everything will be fine.

You don't get off
for free.

You're in law enforcement,
you should know that.

You want to come over
to see Ashley, fine.

There's a party in Baton Rouge
I'm going to.

Is that right?

I bet the Governor's going
to be there, isn't he?

Move your car.

Hey, Judge.

Let's just get right
to the point.

If you're taking
some heat,

I'll call the Governor
right now and straighten it out.

Darl, last week I visited
an elementary school

and I saw this little
10-year-old girl

on a computer,
talking to Kazakhstan.

I'm not smart enough
to know where Kazakhstan is,

but I am smart enough to know
that things are changing.

What was good enough
for Le Salle parish 10...

20 years ago--

I don't know what
you're talking about.

- Not a fucking clue!
- There it is in a nutshell.

The party's running
Jackson for sheriff.

- Is that right?
- That's right.

I'm running if I have to run
against you and the party.

It seems to me
your father tried that once...

to very little success.

Don't talk
about my father, okay?

You and him both
can kiss my ass.

Excuse me, I just want to jump
in front of you real quick.

Hey, Lucy.
I need that paper.

That voter petition
for elective office.

All right.
Thanks, honey.

Rhonda:
Sure, Darl, I'll sign.

You're a good man.
I'd tell that to anybody.

Governor:
Always good to see you, Darl.

Judge:
We told all sorts of lies

to let them get elected
dog catcher.

What do you say, Gooch?

I already signed
for Jackson.

I understand.

I'm sorry, Darl.

Henry: Just keep the trash
out of my parking lot.

You got it, Henry.
I really appreciate it.

Ornell!

You're gonna go blind
looking at that nooky.

I'm looking for my... car catalogue.

He's been looking for it
for a half an hour.

Ornell, listen,

I need you to sign something
for me if you would.

What the hell is wrong
with him?

Hey, sister.
You gonna sign this for me?

Well, what are your views

about the state
supporting gambling?

What's that got to do
with anything?

Well, we've got ourselves
a Governor here

who cavorts with harlots
on the Sabbath,

we've got ourselves
a sheriff who steals shoes.

Come to think of it,
Jackson might be the better man.

You know what
I'm beginning to think?

I'm beginning to think I liked you
a lot better when you used to

smoke all that reefer
and we'd fuck in your Pinto.

The Lord's arms
are big enough

to embrace all
who have fallen down.

I think you better
get with it.

So you're not
gonna sign it?

Carla: Darl, there were
a lot of phone calls

made about you last night.

You should
watch your back.

- Whoa!
- ( tires screeching )

It's a red light.
It usually means stop!

Goddamn it!

You little shits
stay out of the road!

You understand me?

Darl, I prayed about it

and I really don't think
I can keep my shoes.

And that Scarlet person
called three times.

Jackson is running against me.
I guess you heard.

Mm-hmm.

Well?

Yeah, I heard.

CB, I gave him
his job.

And you know damn well he's gonna
get all the black vote.

I don't know what
he's been telling you,

but you can bet he's gonna go get
him a deputy out of swamp town.

CB?

I need you on my side.

I found your sunglasses.

I found them in the back seat
of my wife's car.

( phone ringing )

Darlene:
Hello? Sheriff's office.

Darl...

I've done everything
you ever asked of me.

Haven't I?

Darl, it's that
Scarlet person again.

Pulled a fast one,
did he?

I told you he would.

It was just a matter
of time.

He did it, you know?

Who did what?

Killed that freak.

- You mean the judge?
- Who else?

And now he's running

a swamp nigger to fill
your slot.

And what the fuck
you gonna do about it?

I didn't raise you
to roll over, buddy boy.

Why don't I just bitch
and moan

and bitch and moan
and soak myself to death?

Let the record show
I never missed one day of work!

Not one. No, sir!

Go ahead, run,
you son of a bitch!

( dog barking )

Come on, boy.
Come on.

Come on, boy.
Come on, boy.

Come here, buddy.
All right.

Feeding your little doggies?

- How's it going, Cletus?
- Good.

What is it, about eight days
until powder season?

Yes, sir.
It'll be about eight days.

That's the dog
that was at the wreck?

Yes, sir.

That's Buster there.

Must have heard them brakes
squealing and busted loose.

Judge:
Hey, Darl!

You look lost.

I just walked in
from the highway.

How y'all guys doing?

Hey, Sheriff.
What you got there?

It's a shoe I found out there
in the woods.

I think it might have belonged
to that freak.

I thought you wasn't
so interested in that case?

Well, I'm getting
more interested in it.

Did you all have
a party out here Saturday?

Why are you asking?

I don't know, I thought
I might get invited to it.

You're not a member.

Man:
Hey, Sheriff.

When you catch who done it,
you gonna lock 'em up

or you going
to give 'em a medal?

I don't know.
I haven't decided yet.

Good seeing you, Darl.

Don't get bit by no snakes
walking in those woods.

I'll try.

Hey, Marcus?

What are you doing
in my car?

Darl Hardwick.

Move over to the car
and place your hands on the roof.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

For what?
Taking shoes?

Statutory rape.

Statutory rape?
What are you talking about?

The girl you brought
to the party was 15.

I didn't touch her.

- That's not what she said.
- I don't give a shit what she says.

Darl!

Let me see your gun.
Up with your hands up.

Fine.
Here's my hands up.

- What are you going to do?
- Hold a gun on him.

- Fine. Excellent.
- Listen, you piece of shit,

- up against the car!
- What are you looking at, Marcus?

You're some kind
of friend, aren't you?

- I can get in the fucking car.
- Get in there!

Hey! Hey!

It smells like shit
in here!

Oh, man!

Here goes something.

I'm recusing myself
from the case.

We're bringing in
another prosecutor.

Carla, I didn't do anything
to that little girl.

They must have paid her off
to lie about me.

- That's all I can think of.
- I read her deposition.

You're gonna need
a really good lawyer.

And I'm happy to make
some recommendations.

They're trying to push me out.
That's all this is about.

They know I'm onto something
that could hurt them.

I read her birth certificate.
She was 15.

I saw you leave with her.
Everybody saw.

She is Ashley's age.

You just live in your own
little playpen

with your own goddamn rules,
don't you?

I can't even shop at Krogers
without people looking at me

Like I am pathetic.

And I'm not pathetic,
you're pathetic.

I married a good man.

But these last several years
have been miserable.

Where'd you go? Huh?

It was a setup.

The whole thing was a setup.
I can prove it.

Judge: You cop
to the lesser charge,

contributing to delinquency

and we throw out
the statutory rape.

And you get out
on 12 months probation.

Darl, I'm trying
to keep you out of jail.

If I cop,
it's a felony offense.

I piss away
my law enforcement career.

Darl, I saw you serve
that little girl drinks.

That's against the law.

Now, a condition
of the probation is that

you cannot leave the parish
without permission.

( car horn honks )

Howdy.

- Need a ride?
- A ride with who?

The name's Gizmo.

I play a mean Zydeco
accordion,

run an anti-gambling
website on the Internet,

and I'm a good friend
and colleague

of your friend and colleague,
Sister Felicia.

This here is Mark,
my unpaid intern.

That party at Tidewater,

I heard a rumor
the Governor was there.

( harmonica playing )

They say in
Louisiana politics,

the only way you can't
get re-elected

is if you get caught
with a dead girl or a live boy.

Word is our Governor done
the combo platter.

You work for Burnson?

Who I work for is not as important
as getting out the truth.

Did you know that yesterday
the state police moved

your DOA to Baton Rouge?

And the official records
on the case have been sealed.

I've been kind of out
of the loop.

I heard.

You possess
a special gift, Darl.

I'm talking about
the ability to bring

the current political
administration to its knees.

I can help you get even.

I don't need any help.

You know
it's a rough league, Bubba.

Sooner or later...

at this level,

everybody needs help.

♪ The 32nd...
second time ♪

♪ I went down
to vote my mind ♪

♪ You can tell
by the way he smiled ♪

♪ The man would knock me
in my head ♪

♪ Let me die like a Viking ♪

♪ Let me live like a king ♪

♪ Let me die like a Viking ♪

♪ Let me live like a king ♪

♪ Well the streets were hot ♪

♪ But the blood run cold ♪

♪ The streets were hot ♪

♪ But the blood run cold. ♪

Hey, can you tell me where
a bar "Johnny Angel's" is?

You wouldn't know
where a place

called "Johnny Angel's" is,
would you?

Five dollar.
Only five dollar.

I read your tarot.

So, is he dead?

No.

Not officially anyhow.

Did you come in to do
a little Christmas shopping?

I'm on a case. I'm looking
for a bar named "Johnny Angel's."

I thought you might
know where it is.

You're a little out of your
jurisdiction, aren't you, Sheriff?

Well...

Nice place you got,
though.

This is Luna...
my partner.

This is Darl.

My, my,
the sheriff.

Oh, we've heard
about you.

Well, I'm not
a sheriff anymore,

so there's a story
right there.

So any freak on the street
could tell you

where "Johnny Angel's" is,
why'd you come in here, Darl?

Well, it is Christmas,
you know...

so I thought I'd,
you know,

just come by and say--

Maybe say you're sorry?

--see if you were alive.

Y'all get a lot of diseases
and everything.

How considerate of you.

It's good to know
you haven't changed a bit.

Canal and Belvedere Street.

It's a green door on the back
of a warehouse.

- Merry Christmas, Darl.
- Yeah, Merry Christmas.

Hey gorgeous,
look at you.

Watch the nails.

What's in the bag?

- It's a shoe.
- Let's see.

Nice.

Doc: That's a stamp.
Like you'd get at a nightclub.

( techno music playing )

Hello, cowboy.

♪ You're my little flower ♪

♪ Flower, flower ♪

♪ I remember when ♪

♪ You were in my hands ♪

♪ Time falls like a shower ♪

♪ When I see you ♪

♪ Flower ♪

♪ There's a place where grace
will take me to you ♪

♪ I'll breathe

♪ Through you ♪

♪ Flower ♪

♪ Flower... ♪

( applauding )

- Nice job, sugar.
- Thank you so much.

- That was great, doll.
- Thanks.

- Hey.
- Hey, Sheriff.

I'm not
a sheriff anymore.

They catch you with
your fingers in the cookie jar?

No, actually, I'm pretty sure
I'm being setup

'cause I'm investigating
the murder of your husband.

That's funny...

'cause I can't even get you
to return my phone calls.

- Hey!
- Hey, watch it.

Hey, faggot,
what's your problem?

Faggot.

Say you made a mistake!
Say you made a mistake!

- Relax, buddy.
- Hey!

Hey, listen. I'm breaking
my parole to talk to you.

What do you want?
A star on your forehead?

- A round of applause?
- Did this belong to Mona?

- No.
- You sure?

I'm sure.

Get the fuck out
of the way.

Stop!

Stop!

What?!

I called you because
I found out where the party was.

Tidewater.

Two years ago,
a girl who worked in here

was beaten to death
with a tire iron.

Right there on the side
of this wall.

And the cops told me to my face
that she deserved it!

If I help you...

- will you go all the way?
- Yeah.

This is about
real justice for Mona.

So, that's her shoe
back there?

It's mine.

We wore
the same size.

Darl, could you hold
my lipstick?

My pocket's got
a hole in it.

- Hey, Gator.
- What's happenin', little mama?

Good to see you tonight.

Y'all gonna be here
for a while?

No, we're just gonna hop
in and out.

- Okay.
- This is my friend Darl.

- You think you can comp him?
- Comp him?!

- Please?
- It'll cost you some sugar.

It's okay.
Tell him what you told me.

I got friendly with a guy
in Baton Rouge.

I won't tell you who.

It's not in
my best interest.

Once a month he pays us
a healthy retainer

to put on a lingerie show
in Le Salle.

The kind of deal where you ain't got
to do nothing you don't want to.

Some girls make dates
to make extra cash.

- But I'm not that greedy.
- At the Tidewater?

It's okay.
He needs to know.

I'll never say this
in court.

We finished up our show,

counted up our tips
and we're leaving, right?

I know it's a quarter
after 2:00

'cause I always check to see
how long the ride back takes.

We almost ran over her.

She was walking away
from the club.

I really didn't even know it
was Mona until...

until you told me, sweetie,

that was in Le Salle
where she was found.

And the Governor was there?

We're well paid to say no
to that question.

I hate to see a pretty woman
standing all alone.

You didn't answer
my question.

- What question was that?
- What's the deal with Darl?

You know more about
his situation than I do.

That is a local matter.

Somebody paid that girl.

Well, if it wasn't
that girl,

it'd be the next girl
or the drinking or the graft.

Come on, Governor,
you now that Darl

wasn't doing anything that
hasn't been done before.

Are you telling me you want me
to turn the clock back?

18.5% of my appointments

have been to women
and minorities.

And nowadays, a smart,

qualified woman like you

has a place in Louisiana
public service.

But not Darl.

So how could Mona
model lingerie?

Well, you saw her body.

She had the body for it.

No, I don't mean that.
I mean...

wouldn't there be kind of,
like, a bump on the road there

you might notice
or something like that?

Here's how you do it.

You just tuck it in
between your legs

and put on
a little G-string.

All right.

Golly.

So, what's next,
inspector?

That phone number that Mona
called you from, do you have that?

- Did you lose it?
- It's in a file at the office.

Well, I know it by heart.

I memorized it.

Maybe you'll have
better luck.

Are all the girls
that work here lesbians?

Well, some of 'em.

You see the worst
side of men working here.

( ringing )

- So you work here?
- Yeah.

The tips are good,
the money's good.

( ringing continues )

So, do you have to do...

that tuck-in job yourself?

Oooh, Darl,

it's eating you up,
isn't it?

( ringing continues )

Hello?
Is this Tidewater?

Uh, no,
I don't think so.

This is Darl Hardwick,
who am I speaking to?

- Darl, it's me.
- Me who?

You got the phone booth
out front of my place.

Darl, I ain't never been paid
for that shoe truck job.

Yeah, well, I don't work
for the county anymore, Ornell.

I can't do anything
about that.

I ain't got no shoes either.

Everybody got new shoes.
I don't got new shoes.

I'll talk to you later
about that.

I want to ask you
something important first.

You know that DOA
we found out in the swamp?

She made a phone call
from your phone booth at 3:00 a.m.

- Did you see her?
- Sundays I don't open till 8:00.

- I need to run a credit card.
- Just a minute.

Ornell, listen,
I got to get going.

- Bye-bye.
- ( dial tone buzzes )

I ain't get
no new shoes.

You have to tell me
something personal.

You don't want to hear that.
Trust me.

Um...

No, Darl, no.

My Daddy's
a crazy drunk.

- Like father like son.
- I'm not either.

I drink like
everybody else does.

- What about your mama?
- I never really knew her.

She died when I was
pretty young.

My daddy didn't know how
to take care of kids really,

so me and my brother were pretty
much raised by my grandparents.

What's your brother like?

He's...

he's different.

I think...

I don't know,
my mother's death

kind of affected him different
than it did me.

I think probably more,
really.

How so?

He turned out just...

a little off somewhere,
I don't know.

He was a problematic kid,
you know.

I'll put it this way.

When they asked me to run
for sheriff,

they said they'd back me,
but only on one condition--

that I run my brother out
of the parish.

- So...
- Who's they?

The people that signed
my checks.

So, I ran him out
of the parish.

That's so sad.

But that's not
helping us connect

the Governor to Mona,
is it?

I'm gonna get out of here
and try to do something.

Darl, you're not driving home
like that.

Look, I got a couch, okay?

It's got Darl written
all over it.

♪ Flower... ♪

♪ Winter is almost here... ♪

( giggles )

If you drink water
before you go to bed,

the room won't spin.

Thanks.

Are you sure
you don't want a pillow?

No, I'm all right.

Frankly, I'm just glad
to have a couch.

- Sweet dreams.
- You, too.

Goodnight.

- I just--
- Darl--

I just...

It's too soon.

I can't.

No, I know.

I just...

I was thinking about

not being able to sleep
or something like that, I just...

Um--

Oooh. Wake up.

Darl.

I thought you'd gone.

I forgot my keys.

You left them inside.

Why don't you go inside
and warm up?

I'll go fetch
some coffee.

( door squeaks )

Man: Hello?

Hello?
Anybody home?

Oh! Is Mona here?

I had an appointment
at 9:00.

Are you running over?

- Running over what?
- Oh. Well, I'll just--

I'm gonna come back later.

Hey.

Just so you know,
some old shit came by.

Said he had an appointment,
whatever that means.

Shoot, that was one
of Mona's monthly's.

I don't know what kind of operation
y'all run, but it's disgusting.

That's all I know.
You seen my keys?

His name is Mr. Pressman
and he isn't a freak.

He misses his wife, okay?

They were married for 50 years
and she died, so he misses her--

he likes to wear her dresses.
Is that so fucking horrible?

- That's perfectly normal.
- Your keys are there on the mantel.

- What are you so afraid of?
- I think the whole situation

- here is a little odd.
- Oh, really?

You run your own brother
out of town, is that normal?

Half the girls I know got fucked
by their fathers, is that normal?

You're a stripper that lives
with a fucking freak

that dresses
old men up and shit.

- You call that normal?
- Don't talk about somebody--

You fucking
wanted to fuck me

and you didn't even know
if I had a dick!

Somebody like
you killed Mona!

Somebody who couldn't deal with
their own fucked up sexual impulses.

- Shut up!
- You shut up!

Fucking freak.

Get out of my fucking way
before I slap the shit out of you!

Shut up!

Mona, the DOA, was sent here
as a lingerie model.

I've got a witness that puts him
at your gate at 2:15.

And I've got a phone record
that puts him

in a phone booth
at Ornell's,

a mile that way.

And...

there's this little
deal here.

I found his bloody shoe
in your back yard.

- That's it?
- No, it's not.

There's a little matter
of your dog.

- Buster was found at the body.
- Nothing that would stick.

Stand up.

- Is that fun?
- Oh, yeah, you're a sweetie.

He's clean.

Darl, you know
what an imbroglio is?

No, I don't.

That was one of
my favorite words in college.

It means
a complicated situation.

We had a party.

The kind you don't bring
your wife to.

That freak could have passed
for Miss America.

Maybe she was here...

and maybe she wasn't.

Whatever.

Bottom line,
we did not kill her.

Him.

Cletus can tell you.

This place
was locked up tight

and everybody
cleared out by 2:30.

When that truck driver saw
that woman on the highway,

we was home
with our wives.

Burnson's people
are on my ass to go public.

If the press gets
a whiff of that,

our Governor partying with
a transsexual lingerie model

that ends up dead later on...

he's going to drop
like a rock.

And your casino project
will drop, too.

Burnson probably set
the whole thing up himself.

The members of this club
are honorable men, Darl.

You want those kind
of enemies?

I always wondered
what it was like in here,

now I know it smells
like shit in here.

Y'all threw a spitball at my head
with that waitress thing--

I'm getting this overturned.
I'm getting my job back.

You think you know
what you're doing, but you don't.

Really? Is that right?

If I'm not notified
by noon tomorrow

that the appeals board
is reconsidering my case,

I'm going to the press.

I'll call Burnson
quicker than shit.

Sleep good.

What the hell
do we do now?

Something they didn't teach you
in the Kennedy Business School.

Darl, wait up there!

Hold on, son!

We thought about it.

And we generally accept
your demands.

We work in good faith
to get your job back.

But there's a loose end.

What about that Scarlet person?
Does she know what you know?

She gave a false address
on the death certificate.

Do you know
how we can contact her?

She's in New Orleans.

We know that.

I'll get you an address.
I'll give you a call.

The sooner the better.

What's wrong with you?

When you lost your badge,

that was it,
you lost everything.

You got that right.

So, whatever it takes,

I mean, to get it back
and everything,

that's what I got to do.
Is that about it?

I never missed a day of work.
I had a perfect record.

Even after you cleaned her
off the floor?

What? Who?

That wasn't my fault.

David always said
you shot her.

Oooh, that faggot's
every bit as crazy as she was.

Myself, I never believed
you had the guts.

Hey, she pulled my own gun.

My chrome-handled
Smith & Wesson

with the six-inch barrel,
and was waving it at me.

Screaming all sorts
of her hysterical shit.

She was crazy.

She puts it right there
to the side of her head

and that's when I say to her,
the last words I said,

"Go ahead, bitch, do it!"

I made it in to work
the next day.

I pulled a full shift.

I had a perfect record.

Man:
Here you go, sugar.

Darl:
Howdy, ma'am.

Well, hello, cowboy.

I'm looking for Scarlet.

Well, she ain't here.

You think she's over
at that strip joint?

Maybe.

You know, she told me
that you're the one trying

to find that bastard
who killed Mona.

You having any luck?

Yeah, we're making
a little progress.

Girls like me got a free-shot
bull seye on our backs.

If you solve this one,
it'd be a first.

And, honey,
you are so fine

that I might give you
that Purple Heart myself.

I appreciate that.
You have a good day.

Yeah, we're here now.
I'll call you later.

All right.

Judge's bodyguard:
She gave a false address

on the death certificate.

Judge: Do you know
how we can contact her?

- What's happening, man?
- Is Scarlet around?

Yeah, she's here.
That's $10.

DJ: Scarlet's up
there doing it for you fellas.

Working hard for your tips
and appreciation.

Show your appreciation
by stepping up there

and tipping
that sexy lady.

Hi, baby.

Can I get you
something to drink, baby?

No.

It's a two-drink minimum.

♪ Before now ♪

♪ You got sole custody ♪

♪ Sole custody of me ♪

♪ Sole custody ♪

♪ Sole custody of me ♪

♪ Sole custody ♪

♪ Sole custody of me ♪

♪ Sole custody ♪

♪ Sole custody ♪

♪ All of me. ♪

DJ: Everybody in the house
put those hands together.

Make some noise out there
for the beautiful Ms. Scarlet.

We got to get out of here.

What? I'm not going
anywhere with you!

The Governor's people
are on to you.

- How do they know about me?!
- Don't worry about that.

What the fuck
are you doing back here?!

- I'm talking--
- I don't give a fuck!

I said I'm talking to her,
motherfucker!

Gator, I know him!
Hey, it's me. It's okay!

- I know him.
- I don't care if he's your dad!

We got rules!
Hey, look!

You can leave here
on a stretcher

or you can leave here
like a gentleman.

- Okay. Okay!
- All right then.

Let go of me.

- Hey, stop it!
- Motherfucker.

- Goddamn it!
- I told your motherfucking ass.

Scarlet: Darl?

Darl? Oh!
I'm gonna call an ambulance.

Okay?

- Oh my God--
- Look who we found here.

Hey! Stop!
Stop it!

Gator!

- Let go of me! Stop it!
- Come on!

- Let go. Damn it!
- Get her in the car.

- Gator!
- Come on!

Damn it! Gator!

- Right now!
- Get in there.

- Get in.
- Let go of her.

Let her go right now!
You understand me?

Get your hand away
from your pocket--

- ( gunshot )
- Right now!

- Take the keys, get in the truck.
- Calm down, I'm a cop.

I said get your hand away!

- Calm down, buddy.
- Hands out of the pocket!

- ( tires squealing )
- Come on!

- Hurry up!
- ( gunshot )

- Go, go!
- Get him. Get him!

Darl: Pull over!

Oh, God,
they're gonna kill me!

Let me in. Let me in!
Let me in.

- Unlock the fucking door.
- ( gunshot )

Scarlet:
Hurry up.

Where are we going?

On TV.

Everybody needs help.

Do me a favor,
see if you can read that.

- Gizmo Herbert, Republican Party--
- Shit!

- What?
- They've ID'd the truck.

( horns blaring )

Woman: Hey!

- Where's David?
- What happened to you?

- I need to borrow his car.
- David!

I'll tell you later.
David!

I know you knew Mona.

The guys that killed her
are after us.

I need to borrow your car.

I really need you
to help me out here.

Please.

- Do you have the keys?
- Yes.

- What's it look like?
- It's out front.

It's a Volvo.

Listen, if anybody comes
around asking--

- I don't know anything.
- Take these here.

You might need to disguise.

Listen, Darl.

You know, getting
kicked out of Le Salle

was the best thing
that ever happened to me.

I wonder what makes people
turn out the way they turn out?

I don't know.

Mona said she always liked
her Barbies from the git-go.

Okay, so we tell them
that you want to talk to the press.

Now, don't be afraid
to tell them everything

you know about Mona
and Tidewater.

The whole
shooting match, okay?

When your story gets out,

that's your protection,

Okay?
You all right?

I can't believe I'm depending on
the Republicans to save me.

Where's Gizmo?

Hey, Darl.

I believe Darl misread
our intentions.

We weren't going
to hurt you.

We were just going to stake you
to a paid vacation

in Cancun till after
the election.

Your little elves put
a bullet through my truck.

- That was a mistake.
- A mistake?

- Darl, what's going on?
- Hell if I know.

A truce.

More like
a Mexican standoff.

Sister Felicia confessed.

The anti-casino folks
hashed a plan to pick up

a transsexual
from a New Orleans club--

Sister Felicia
was in on this?

Partially.

Her job was to tip Gizmo

when the Governor
showed up at Tidewater.

Gizmo picked Mona up
from "Johnny Angel's,"

he invited her to work
a Christmas party.

Drove her
into the sticks

with the premeditated purpose
of snapping a few photos

of a transgender person
socializing with the Governor.

- You killed Mona?
- Nope.

I'll pass a polygraph.

But you drove her
to Tidewater?

Okay.

But when her telephoto lens
came out,

the freak freaks got
all offended that we had an M.O.

Thought it was a play for money,
whatever, she was hysterical.

It got iffy,
so we kicked her out of the car

- and George Jetson--
- You just left her?

Yeah, Bubba,
we just left her.

Then who killed Mona?

I can tell you
with complete certainty

that nobody in this room
committed a capital crime.

Both parties committed
failures of judgment only.

Now we should
negotiate a binding

and good-faith settlement

to keep this story
in this room.

Let's let the campaign
decide the issues.

That's what
the people want.

Well, if you can't
tell me who killed Mona,

you have
nothing for me.

There it is.
A fly in the ketchup.

Somebody like Mona
or Scarlet here

might have a conscience.

This place stinks
worse than Tidewater.

Let's get out of here.

Darl, you're the last person

to be lecturing
anybody on ethics.

You're right, Judge.
You're always right.

Judge: Darl!

Darl, hold up.

You're a parole violator
who's fired on police.

- Don't be stupid.
- That's what I do best.

Don't worry,
I'm not going to the press.

I don't give a shit
who wins or loses

this stupid election.

But I guarantee you
one thing,

I'm gonna find out
who killed her husband.

And anybody who tries
to stop me,

I will go down kicking
and screaming.

Are you just going
to let him leave?

I'm out of my jurisdiction.

You're out of your job.

CB:
Hey, Darl!

There's a woman out here.

Scarlet: This is
about real justice for Mona.

This is Darl Hardwick.
Who am I speaking to?

Ornell:
Darl, it's me.

You got the phone booth
out front of my place.

Darl:
She made a phone call

from your phone booth
out there at 3:00 a.m.

- Did you see her?
- No, I didn't.

So, Ornell said
he was asleep.

Didn't see anything.

Something about this place
really feels weird.

Is that it?

65, 40, $1.05
Louisiana sales tax, $1.16.

Boy, you got it down,
don't you, Ornell?

I still ain't been paid
for that shoe truck.

You have to take that up
with the judge, bud.

Do you have a ladies room
I could use?

Ladies room is closed.
It's unclean.

Well, do you have
a men's bathroom?

I don't believe in that,
no ma'am.

There's a Dixie Burger
up the road.

She don't want to go
to Dixie Burger.

She wants to use
the bathroom, don't be silly.

You're not one of them?

One of who?

Them one's who use a bathroom
they ain't supposed to use.

- Where's the key, Ornell?
- I lost it.

Hey! Hey!

Who's gonna pay for this?!

What is it, Darl?

Who do I bill for that?

Ornell:
You can't go in there.

That's employees only!

Scarlet: Darl...

Oh my God.

You sat there
and watched that girl

through that peek hole,
didn't you?

If this gun matches that bullet
that killed her, it's all over.

Why?

I want you to tell me.

I'm gonna fuck you.

Tell me you want me.

Fuck me. Fuck me.

Fuck you.
( chokes )

Bitch. Bitch.

Bitch!

Get out, you freak!

Freak!

- Oh my God!
- You tricked me.

You bitch!

You tricked me,
you whore!

You're bad. Bad!

Stay away from me,
you son of a bitch.

Please.

Help me! Please!

You ain't telling
nobody on me!

I'll kill you!

- I'll kill you!
- God!

( Mona screams )

Bitch!

( gasps )

He never should have went
in the ladies.

That's not right.

That's for ladies.

That's all I'm going
to say about it.

( Scarlet sobbing )
Oh my God.

( phone ringing )

I got it!

- Hello?
- Hi.

How are things?

Fine.

That's good.

Do you want Mom?

Yeah. And tell her
it's important, all right?

- She might be needed here.
- ( sobbing )

- Hold on.
- Hey, hey, wait.

What?

I just want to tell you
I love you.

I love you both.

Hold on,
I'll get Mom.

Mom!

Reporter:
Turning to election news.

Louisiana voters say
no politics in view.

I think the transsexual
scandal had a huge impact

on souring voters,
for both Brower and Burnson.

In a Baton Rouge
press conference,

Governor Brower stated
that yesterday's loss

is not the end
of his political career.

Governor: And although
I am conceding this race,

I am not defeated,
not when there's work left

to do for the people
of Louisiana.

Woman:
Well, well, well.

Look how beautiful
we are.

And I know Mona's
smiling down on us today.

I know that all of us
have lost people.

And every time I think
about her being

faced down in that swamp,

it breaks my heart.

But we're not gonna talk
about that today.

Because she was beautiful

and she'd like
to be remembered beautiful.

And she'd be so happy
that all of you are here.

- Thank you so much.
- Crowd: Amen.

Scarlet: Hey.

I was hoping you'd come.

I'm just...

giving away
some of Mona's stuff.

I didn't wanna go through it
all by myself.

I have a little
confession to make.

I knew who you were
before I first walked

into your office
that first day.

David told me
that you were brothers,

and he told me you
were a real dick.

And we both
thought it best

that I'd not tell you
we knew each other

'cause you might hold it
against us.

I probably would have.

I'm sorry
for lying about it.

Well, I think
I'm gonna go over here

and thank somebody
for a car.

It's about time.

Are you gonna be here?

Yeah,
I'll be right here.

Okay.

♪ Ooh, baby ♪

♪ I love you ♪

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on you, girl ♪

♪ Thought you'd be
by my side ♪

♪ But no, you're out
somewhere ♪

♪ Lovin' another guy ♪

♪ Ooh, baby ♪

♪ I love you ♪

♪ Ooh, baby ♪

♪ I love you ♪

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around here all day long ♪

♪ Waiting on you to call ♪

♪ I didn't even get a call ♪

♪ I know you weren't
around at all ♪

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♪ I love you ♪

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♪ I love you. ♪

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♪ Before now ♪

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♪ Before now ♪

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before this? ♪

♪ Before now
was there something? ♪

♪ That I missed
before this... ♪