All language subtitles for head_of_the_family_xx

Now, you understand, Billy Boy better
play nice with the merchandise.

You tell him I'm going to weigh it on my
own fucking scale.

You short me again, I'm going to break
his other arm.

Sure, Howie, I tell him.

And you fuck up, Weasel.

I'm going to break your arm, too.

Sure, Howie, I know.

All right, now go on and get out of
here.

Get.

Now, Susie, sometimes I feel like a big
old turd in a small toilet.

Never makes you happy, honey.

And you, go easy on that ice cream, huh?
You're starting to get all poochy

around the middle.

Jeez Louise, Howard, it's fucking ass
meal.

Yeah, well, it come out of a cow and it
make you fat.

Give a shit what you call it.

Hey, here come the tack pool.

Groceries. Hello, Ray.

Ray.

Fill that out for the stack board, will
you?

How you doing, Ernestina?

Y 'all go with Ray. He'll take care of
you.

See you around, Ernestina.

That is without question the most
fuckable young lady I've ever seen

magazine.

Hell, don't bother me, she's a retard.

Well, the way I hear it, the only way to
get to Ernestina is to go through with

Brother Otis.

You don't think I'd take on that big
dummy? Oh, hell no.

I just want to be around when you do it.

Yeah, well, I already got me a sweet
little chicken.

And... You know how I feel about...
What's that word?

Fucking? No, watch your mouth.

The other one where you don't be
sleeping around.

Fidelity? Yeah, that's it.

Like on them old high fives.

High fidelity.

Yeah, that's what I go for.

What a man. What a brain.

Pardon moi, Howard, but I'm going to go
to the ladies' room.

Well, why don't you just talk up? Let
everybody know about it.

Let's see what I've got to put up with.

Susie, go watch the Redmanger. I've got
a surprise for you.

Susie, don't mind the inventory. Just
watch the Redmanger.

Damn it, we ain't got no time for
foreplay.

See you soon, Ernestina.

One day, cupcake.

Say it, baby.

Say it. Call me Scarlet. Say it,
Scarlet.

You're ten times the man Howard is. And?

Howard's got a little dick.

You're the real man.

He can't satisfy me.

And? Oh, Howard's a pussy.

Yeah.

Then why the hell did you marry him,
Loretta?

Scarlet.

Scarlet? Why'd you do that?

Here's the Harley, wasn't it?

All right, well, now I'm the Harley,
baby.

Ride your little baby lamb.

I've never known a woman to take so damn
much time in the toilet.

I swear, that woman's got a bladder the
size of an acorn.

You in there?

Loretta, you down here or what?

Hey, Loretta down here?

Uh, yeah, Howard.

She's in the employee bathroom right in
there.

Loretta, you in there?

What do you want?

What are you doing in there?

room is busted. What do you think I'm
doing?

Well, whatever you're doing, hurry it
up. We gotta go.

Hey, I'm out. You happy now?

Yeah, just fucking overjoyed.

Howard. Asked to see you.

Well, uh, what exactly did he say?

He said, go get Lance, bring him over
here and move your poochie buns.

Uh -huh.

Did he seem upset?

Well, I can't say that he did, but then
he never does.

Oh, shoot.

Lance, it ain't that far to the back of
the restaurant.

Not much of a head start if you get my
drift.

Okay, Beretta, okay.

We'll just play it cool.

Cool, Rat.

Cucumber.

Compress the bolt spring while holding
front and left.

Fuck all friggin' bolt springs.

Well, ants in the pants, Lance.

And look at this thing.

Try to save some money is a fucking
waste of a man's time.

Buy the thing in pieces.

Have to assemble it yourself.

Save a couple C's.

Shit.

Well, sit your ass down.

Right. Sure, Howard.

Lance, you know what I've been thinking.

Well, no, Howard. Loretta!

What you doing standing there?

You serving tables around here? No, I
just... What did you do to park your

old butt down there next to Lance? He
ain't got no cooties.

Have you, Lance?

No, not that I'd think.

Lance, I'm gonna make this short and
sweet.

Kind of like Loretta here, except she
ain't so short, really.

Okay, now, Howard, I don't know what
you've been hearing.

Hearing?

About what?

Nothing. You don't know what I've been
hearing about nothing?

What the hell are you talking about?

I mean, shit, Howard.

You know I don't have clue one what the
hell I'm talking about.

You know what I think.

You need to take it easy.

You're looking poorly.

Get that right, Loretta.

Yeah, he looks like he's got the flu.

Flu?

What the fucking flu got to do with it,
huh?

You need to get yourself out of here. Go
get yourself laid once in a blue moon.

Hell, you ain't got no natural charm,
but shit, even a little shrimp with that

ratty old beard like yours can at least
pay for it once in a while.

And that's where I come in.

I'm sorry, what?

That's what I want to talk to you about.

Now, how much you make in this place?

Say, in a week or something.

Well, I don't know. It kind of depends.

Um... I figure about, uh... What, a
clear grand a week?

Huh? No, shoot, no, not half that much.

I'll bet you want to know why.

Why? Because you spread yourself too
thin.

That's why you're all pale and kind of
sicky, ugly looking.

But here I am, I'm going to save your
skinny ass.

Oh, gee, Howard, actually... Now,
Lancey, Pansy, what you need is partner,

know? And kind of ease the strain.

And I'm looking to diversify.

You know what I mean?

It means? It means that I share the
burden.

I'll be your partner.

Shared, share alike.

Yeah.

Guess you still have to be doing most of
the day -to -day stuff.

Partners? Well, sure.

I mean, I've been partnering up with
businesses all over town.

I did Joey down to Hardware Store.

Ben Boppo's Wash -A -Rama.

I'm becoming a regular... What's that
word?

Shakedown artist.

Now, Loretta, if I didn't love that big
old behind of yours so much, I'd pack

you on your worst fucking nightmare.

Entrepreneur. What's the fucking...
Entrepreneur.

Sign, I'm gonna come here and bring my
talents to bear right here at the

shopping stop.

How's that for good news?

Actually, Howard, now no need to thank
me.

It's my pleasure.

And don't worry about no paperwork
either. Whenever you get it done, we'll

uh, backdate it to right now.

Hallelujah. I see. Just a little, uh,
what's that word?

Brains?

No, persistence.

I'll tell you something, Fred.

You're getting into me.

Serious attitude adjustment.

Sometime I envy the single life, boy.

On the house.

Partner.

Well, what you waiting on?

Fucking invitation from the Queen of
England?

More like the Duke of the Dump.

Come on, chubby cheeks.

What are you looking

at? A grave waiting to be filled?

No, don't know what you're talking
about.

I'm talking about somebody plowing some
oats.

Loretta Oats, to be precise.

Susie, I'm a big boy.

Oh, you're a big boy, Lance.

Only Howard Oats is even a bigger boy.

He finds out about you and Loretta, he
is going to put a loop of piano wire

around your neck and drag you up and
down Main Street on his Harley. Now, if

want to keep your head on your
shoulders, you had better start using

I can't do that.

I can't let her go.

It's a grand passion. That's what it is.

Being with her, shoot, it's like fucking
a firecracker.

How late can you stay?

A while yet.

Howard's beating up some guys. He should
be gone.

Till around midnight.

Keep dancing, Scarlett.

Keep dancing.

It's a problem, all right.

It's a problem. I don't see what the
problem is.

You just hang around out back at the
trailer park, wait till he walks by, pop

cat and beg his head.

Well, it ain't the doing it that's hard.

It's getting away with it.

Now, no matter how you cut it or slice
it, how it turns up with the bullet,

somebody's gonna be looking in our
direction.

Lance, you're too smart is all.

Gotta make things complicated.

Now, everybody hates him. And
everybody'd give a cheer if he turned up

So just do it.

You know, if you don't, one day he's
going to do it to the both of us. And

that's God -fearing fact.

Yeah, I know. I know. It's... Holy shit!

What the hell?

You must have took a wrong turn.

Honey, there ain't no turns off this
highway.

Would you look at this?

Some sort of fence or something.

Somebody dragged this across the road.
That's what it is.

That's goddamn stupid of them.

Oh, this is some kind of weird bullshit.

Nice road to the stack pool place.

I'm gonna go check that out.

You wait in the car.

Lance, you be careful now.

Careful is my credo.

Wait in the car.

Gotta go.

Gonna leave out there like that, honey?
Somebody might get an accident.

I think somebody already has, Candy
Lips.

What, Lance?

What did you see back there?

I saw the light, honey.

I saw the light.

What the heck?

Don't worry, young man.

What?

I've done this before.

What? Many times.

Otis?

Wait!

Wait! Wait!

Wait! Wait!

Be right with you.

Well,

where in the sea of hell have you been?
I ain't seen you since the day before

yesterday. Not to worry, Susie, my dear.

Oh, where am I? Backside? Me and Ray
have been running this place alone.

I thought somebody was breaking the line
on what was left of you.

Well, I just had a little business to
attend to out of town.

Very important business.

It's going to make all the difference.

Everything's going to be peaches and
cream from here on out.

Perfect timing. See, that's exactly what
I was looking for.

Lance, don't you mess with them, stack
fool.

Mess with them?

I ain't going to mess with them, hon.

It's business.

Well, hey there, Wheeler, Otis, Ernest,
Dina.

Look, I was wondering if I could, uh...

I was wondering if I could talk to you
for just a second. So, uh, hold on right

there.

All right, that's fine. You want to act
like a bunch of retards, go ahead.

But I know what you're up to. You hear
me?

I know about that plot trip you got set
up across the road. And, oh, Otis, man,

I know what you did to that truck,
Hunkalove.

Unless you want me to go to the law with
this, I suggest you talk to me.

Because, well, you're going to talk to
me sooner or later.

All right.

You want to play rough the way you did
with Hunkalove.

Well, I wouldn't do that about you.

Not that you want to go to jail.

You move it.

Get up!

All right, now.

One of you is going to have to talk to
me sooner or later.

Book on that.

Freaks.

I think I got the game plan here, Otis.

Nice and cozy.

Holy shit, and some big eyes, brother.

You've met my brothers and my sister,
Mr. Fogan.

I don't believe we've ever met.

Well, I kind of figured I'd remember it
if we had. No doubt.

My name is Myron Stackpool. I'm the...

Pardon the expression.

The head of the family.

As you have perhaps noted, we stack
pools all have our peculiarities.

We're quadruplets, you know.

All born from the same egg.

Theoretically, we should be identical,
but, well, strange things do happen.

No shit.

Do you know what you're looking at, Mr.
Bogan?

Escapees from a freak show?

You're looking at a unique biological
phenomenon.

Four genetically linked beings, each
endowed with a share of normal

enhanced to almost supernatural
proportions.

Otis, many times stronger than any
normal man.

Wheeler with eyes sharper than an
eagle's. Ears like a fox.

Nose like a hound dog.

Ernestina, well...

I hardly need tell you about her special
powers.

As for me, well... Yeah, so you're the
smart one.

Yes, I should say so.

I'm the brains of the family.

We're linked, you know, telepathically.

I can't leave this chair, but I can see
through Wheeler's eyes, enforce my will

with Otis's hands, and... Well, I need
not tell you about my uses for

One brain.

Controlling four bodies.

Well, then, Myron, I guess you're the
one I need to be talking to.

By all means, talk.

Well, let's just say for conversation
that somebody happened to see a strange

old roadblock a couple of nights ago.

And this fella, he happened to see Otis
here dragging some poor fella out of his

pickup truck, bringing him into this
house.

Well, Ernestina there, she drove that
truck around back.

You still got some pretty deep swampland
back there, don't you?

Indeed we do.

Nice place to hide a vehicle, or
vehicles.

Now, for conversation, let's just say
that this fella happened to see the

license plate of that truck. A license
plate that read, uh, Hunk of Love.

Such a fella might be inclined to go to
the police.

He might. He may.

And then again, he may not. You see,
this fella, he's got himself a whole

of problems.

One major problem.

One big, dumb, back -over problem named
Howard Oates. You know him? He's the boy

that drives the Harley.

Yeah, that's the one, man. Far as I'm
concerned, he can drive that Harley

off the edge of the earth. Wouldn't
trouble me none.

Well, why should we help this fellow
when, after all, we have him?

Now, Myron, it's awful silly for a big
old brain like you to play stupid.

It's not too convincing.

Now, suppose this fella, now, uh, well,
he ain't as smart as some, but he is

smart enough to say, write down
everything he saw that night and put it

letter, and then he drives somewhere,
and he finds himself a phone book, and

gets himself a lawyer, random -like, and
he gives that letter to the lawyer, and

he says, now, I'm gonna call you ever so
often, on a schedule -like, And I'm

going to stop by all by myself.

And if I don't call or if I don't stop
by or, well, if I turn up dead or

missing, well, you just shoot that
letter on over to the state's attorney's

office. Let him get to work on it. Would
you like to know what happened to that

gentleman with the amusing license
plate?

No. There's an intercom over there.

Go on over and press the third button.

It will connect you to our...

Surgical annex.

Oh, yeah?

Who's down there?

Don't tell me I've piqued your
curiosity.

Not surprisingly, Mr. Bogan, I have an
abiding interest in the human brain, in

the relationship of the brain to the
body.

Do you know that some people are born,
live their whole normal lives, and die

with only half a brain?

Well, I meant more than my share of
them.

I want a human body.

A normal human body, but one that can
encompass my superior intelligence.

I detest having to live a life through
proxy, through the limbs and senses of

these creatures.

And so I experiment.

If half a brain can do the work of a
whole one, perhaps a whole human brain

hold an intellect equivalent to my own.

So, more power to you.

And you aren't at all concerned about my
subjects down in the basement?

Is there anything I can do for them?
Nothing comes to mind.

I keep them alive for future experiments
and for their occasional

entertainment value.

Yeah, well, they got their problems, and
I got mine, and you got yours.

And right now, Myron, I'm the problem
you gotta worry about.

Like you say, you're a very clever
fella.

You want me to stay quiet like, see?

Because I got a feeling you got a whole
fleet of cars in that swamp back there.

You don't want guys with guns and badges
snooping around this house.

No.

You want to keep doing whatever it is
you're doing.

Now, Myron...

You made them folks downstairs go away.

I want you to do the same thing for
Howard Oates.

You make him go away.

Otherwise, you're going to find yourself
in a whole world of hurt.

Now, do we have a deal?

Talk dirty to me, honey. Talk dirty.

Ain't no time to talk dirty now. Listen
up.

Tomorrow night.

Tomorrow night.

How it gonna be out of town?

Out of town.

You get yourself an alibi.

What? An alibi.

You know, go see a friend, go to the
beauty parlor.

Whatever you gotta do to have people see
you. Now, you got this?

Oh, an alibi.

You do as I say now.

Oh, you gonna... You gonna do it? You
gonna do it? I'm gonna do it now.

And ain't nobody gonna point a finger at
us. He's gonna be dead.

He's gonna be dead.

Deader than dead.

Deader than a dog in a garbage dump.

Oh, I'm gonna steal my hat and shine it
on them.

Fancy meeting you here, Cupcake.

Oh, now, don't be shy.

Come on, give old Howard a little kiss
now.

Shop and stop, Lance Bogan here. Good,
Mr. Bogan.

Been a pleasure doing business with you.

Oh, Lance, it's me.

Holy shit, Loretta, what are you doing
here? Did you do it? Is he gone?

Oh, Loretta, you gotta stick with the
plan. Howard turns up missing, you don't

want people hooking us up. Then you did
it, you really did it.

It's done, baby.

You won't be seeing Howard no more.

Tell me, tell me, how'd you do it?

Had it done. Angel Cake Man's got his
act together. He don't do it, he has it

done. You hired a hitman?

No, I had something a whole lot better.

Well, I'll save for two. Who?

Honey, I got the stack pools working for
me.

Go on.

Yeah, I got me a little look at
something real sweet. You know that

that roadblock?

Well, that little look and some sharp
thinking by yours truly is all it took.

So you got something on the stack pools?

Oh, yeah. I got them by the short.

I got them by the short whatever the
hell they got.

And they took care of Howard? Yeah, just
like that. I said, you take care of

Howard Oates, and they did it.

And that ain't all. That's just the
first installment.

What do you mean?

Well, honey, them stack pools is loaded
with the green stuff.

I checked it out.

They got all them real goods. They got,
like, oil and gas, coal, you know, all

that flammable shit.

Real money. Ooh, and you're gonna get
it? Uh -huh, honey, we're gonna get it

you play it smart.

That means you can't be hanging around
here, see?

You can't be acting like Howard's dead
before somebody even tells you that he's

missing. No, you gotta play it cool,
baby. Oh, Lance, I'm too hot to play it

cool. You gotta do it. me baby fuck your
little scout all right take your

panties off and howard's going for good
what do they do to him do they make him

suffer i'm sure they will i'm sure they
will

Sure didn't think I'd hand that letter
over to you, did you, Myron?

Hardly. Hardly is right. Why I do that,
you kill me deader than stale cheese. We

both know that.

Now, I know what's floating around that
big old head of yours. Whatever I do or

don't do, I'm a permanent burr up your
butt.

I see I can't keep any secrets from you,
Mr. Bogan.

Well, it ain't no secret, man. It's just
common sense.

So, letting you do what you do, just
letting you stay around and keeping my

mouth shut?

That's a price to me. A risk.

I figure a man takes a risk while he
ought to get paid for it. Seems

to me. But I'm sure you also realize
that it's a calculated risk.

You press too hard and you make it worth
it for me to employ desperate measures.

What? You mean like dragging me down in
that basement playroom of yours and

snipping off pieces of me till I tell
you who my lawyer is?

Maybe.

Make me call up my lawyer. Have him
deliver that letter in person.

Well... I wouldn't do that if I was you,
Myron.

I see you've thought it all out.

Mm -hmm.

CFO Wheeler here knows as good as you
say it is why he probably sniffed these

me when I first came in.

I'd match these against Otis' muscles
any day of the week.

Or against your big old brain, for that
matter.

Now... Ain't gonna be no torturing
tonight, Myron.

Pity. And what exactly is it that you
expect from me, Mr. Bogan?

Call me Lance, Myron.

Not to worry now. I thought this whole
thing out. Now, I'm not gonna bleed you

dry. Now, Mom always said only a dummy
slaughters the milking cow.

And I'm not gonna slaughter you.

I'm just gonna scoop off a little cream.

Say about 2 ,000 a week.

Oh. Now, don't go acting like that's
some hardship, Myron. I know you got

cabbage to spare.

Go on over to the right dresser drawer.

Myron, Otis, Wheeler, Ernestina.

It's been a pleasure doing business with
you all. I'll see you next week for

another payment.

I don't get up my arse on myself out.

Wheeler, you follow that greasy white
trash huckster.

We'll watch, listen to him, smell him.
And when he slips, we'll catch him all

right. We'll catch the little fox and
I'll cut that grin right off his face.

Go!

So, Loretta, any word from Howard?

Oh, no, and it's been almost a week.

A week?

My, that's terrible.

Feels almost like forever.

Did you call the police?

Of course I did, just like you told... I
mean, of course I did, but it's like he

just fell off the face of the earth.

Fancy that, him being so big and all.

Well, he did have a way of creating bad
feelings in people.

What'd the police say?

What'd they say?

Well, I didn't get the impression that
locating Howard was likely to be a high

priority for the boys in blue.

Let me see if I can recall Sergeant's
exact words. It was like, if y 'all want

to find that no -good, troublemaking,
redneck husband of yours, you best buy

yourself a shovel.

Well, that was damn insensitive of them.

I should say so.

I imagine you've, uh... Well, you're
about giving up hope of ever seeing your

husband again.

Well, foul play of the permanent variety
does seem to be the generally held

opinion. Of course, our marriage was
troubled.

I hadn't realized that.

Yes, of course. Well, we didn't talk
about it much, but what with him being a

gangster and drug seller and murder and
all, well, it did make normal life a bit

difficult.

I expect it would.

Still.

I suppose it does get a bit lonely
without him.

Lonely, yes.

More than you could ever imagine.

Well, Loretta, I hope you don't take
this the wrong way, but, well, if you're

still lonely, I'd be happy to, I don't
know, how about dinner and a movie?

Hmm, how about dinner, let's skip the
movie.

How about we skip dinner, too?

You know, you... Fill me up better than
any old steak and potatoes.

Sweet cake, you're the only hot fudge
sundae I want to dip my spoon into.

Ow!

That damn thing.

I'm trying.

There we go, right there.

Pardon moi.

Oh, honey bunny.

I like that.

Well, you better get used to it,
sweetie, because there's going to be a

of that when that came from.

Courtesy of Mr.

Big Brain Stackpool.

Esquire.

What's an esquire, honey?

An esquire is somebody who gives you a
shit car full of money.

I'm real sorry about that.

Keep on.

talking, you little country con man.

Every stupid word's a deposit in the
pain bank.

You just wait. Pretty soon you'll be
making a withdrawal.

You and that powder puff whore of yours.

How would you like to run this place?

Oh, you mean more than I do now?

I know, I know. I ain't exactly been
around too much lately, but I got bigger

things in the works.

Mm -hmm.

Now, why you always got to be such a
sourpuss?

I'm trying to make you an offer.

You take over the shop and stuff. You
can hire whoever you want, and I'll give

you a 50 % share because I'm a nice guy.

I'll be like one of them,
whatchamacallit, silent partners.

Silent? Oh, now that'll be the day.

Susie, the scales have been lifted from
my eyes.

I've seen a bigger, better world.

A world beyond deep fryers and canned
goods.

And I can reach out there and grab it.

That is, if I play my cards right.

Lance, you try walking around in the big
band shoes, you are just going to fall

flat on your face.

I am fitting those shoes, and as a
matter of fact, they're getting too

Yeah, well, everything that's been going
on around here, I feel like getting a

bit tight myself.

You hush now.

You think about Mom?

Clean this stuff up. I got to make an
important phone call.

Hello? Artie Rathcow, please.

This is client Lance Bogan.

One moment, Mr. Bogan.

Arthur Rascal here.

Mr. Rascal, this is Lance Bogan calling
in on schedule.

Yes, Mr. Bogan.

Can you please tell me the name of your
mama's dog when you were a young man? My

mama's dog is Elvis P.

Resley. Elvis P. Resley, that's correct.
Thank you very much, Mr. Bogan. And

thank you, Mr. Rascal.

Elvis.

Pete Risley.

Two

tickets to Raleigh.

Round trip.

Um, that'll be $88 .60.

I'm sorry, but Mr. Rascal doesn't see
anybody without an appointment.

And he doesn't see just anybody.

What the hell are you doing breaking
into my office like

this? It's a leak!

Martha Rascal?

Yeah, that's correct.

Mr. Baldwin's letter. Get it.

Hey, I don't know what you're talking
about. Hey!

That's one.

Mr. Baldwin's bladder. You get it. Okay.
The safe.

It's in the safe. I'll get it. I'll get
it. I'll get it.

Okay.

All right.

You have it. You have that. I don't even
know what's in it.

Shit.

What are you?

Copies.

That's it.

There ain't none.

Oh, God.

Oh, please. Please, God. I swear.

Please. Please.

There ain't no copies. I ain't got no...
Oh, please.

Please. That's three copies.

How can I make you believe me?

Lance,

baby. Yeah, honey.

I gotta be... I gotta be honest.

Sure, honey.

I'm getting... I'm getting a bit
frustrated.

Well, Scarlett, I'm doing the best that
I can. Not about that.

I mean about doing it down here at the
cream corn.

What's the... What's the point of
murdering your husband if you can't fuck

bed? You hear what I'm saying?

Oh, yeah, I hear you. And I've been
thinking about us.

Thinking? Yeah, honey, about us.

What's that mean?

What's that mean? You've been thinking
about us. Just what's there to think

about?

Oh, Scarlett, you do have a suspicious
mind.

Come on, come on. We're losing the
rhythm here. Fine, fine.

Like I said, I've been thinking.

Yeah, you go ahead and tell me. About
you and me.

Yeah.

And, uh, well, where we're going from
here... Where do you figure that's gonna

be? Man, I gotta tell you true.

God knows we wouldn't want no
dishonesty.

Oh, now cut that out, man. Cut that out.
And just what is it I'm a -cutting? I'm

trying to tell you true.

You are the only honey bear for me.

That's right.

You make all them other girls like on TV
and stuff look like a bunch of ugly old

sound. Oh, Lance, you mean it? Sure as
shit, baby.

From now on, it's... Lance and Loretta,
till death do us part. Oh, Lance.

Yeah, baby, I want you to be Mrs. Lance
Bogan.

That is, if you'll have me. Oh, Lance,
I'll have you. I'll hold you. I'll do

you. Oh, yes.

I don't actually have.

You didn't get a ring?

Yeah. Oh, shit, Lance. You sure do know
how to de -romanticize a thing.

Oh, now, Scarlett.

Don't be like that now.

I thought about it, you know. And, well,
I didn't want to buy you some ring, you

know, that you wouldn't like.

Then you'd be stuck with it the rest of
your life.

Now, see, this way, I thought, we go
together, you know.

Pick out something you like.

Well, geez, Louise Lance, that sure was
practical of you.

Oh, now, come on, honey. Don't be like
this.

You see that right there?

Huh? You see that?

Go ahead.

You hit me right there. Just go ahead.
Come on. Hit me right there. Wow!

Oh.

All right.

All right.

You feel better?

Yeah.

I'm forgiven.

I'll be there in a sec.

All play and no work makes Lance Bogan a
poor boy.

And I gotta be able to support my
scarlet in a way that she has yet to

accustomed to.

Lance Bogan?

You'll be receiving a delivery tonight.

Be alone.

Wait, hold on.

Well, now listen, sweet puss.

We gotta have a little trust now, don't
we?

Yeah. I just want to keep you safe,
that's all.

All right, well, you just hunker down in
that bed of yours and think about old

Lance.

Tomorrow's fine, honey.

Keep yourself warm.

I gotta go.

Oh.

Business call.

Well, Ernestina, fancy seeing you here.

Or should I call you Myron?

Special delivery.

I'm decent of you.

You dropped your purse.

There you go.

Oh, baby, whatever you got there on the
bottom of this.

Oh.

What you won't hear?

Otis won't.

Please don't hurt me.

Otis.

Otis not hurt, pretty girl.

Otis won't hurt.

Otis will do what he's sent to do or
I'll cut that pea brain of yours right

of your skull.

Elvis P.

Risley. You found Rascal?

Mm -hmm.

We there over here, the phone call?

Mm -hmm, from the alley outside.

Oh, he does have good ears.

So now you got the letter.

The letter is gone.

Mr. Rascal is gone.

You, on the other hand, Mr. Bogan, are
going to be around for quite some time.

I'm not normally a vindictive person,
but in your case, I'm going to make an

exception.

But don't you worry.

You won't have to go through it alone.

Lance, what? Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Don't you worry, sugar bear.

Everything's going to be just fine.

Your beau's optimism notwithstanding,
Mrs. Oates, a little worry wouldn't be

totally out of keeping with your current
situation.

Oh, my God, it talks.

Oh, yes, it talks.

And pretty soon you're both going to
find out what else it does.

I think it would be appropriate to start
with your little...

Honey, cake, lamb, sweetie, whatever
else you call her.

I don't think so.

You don't? Uh -uh, Myra. You see, you
made one mistake.

And what's that, Mr.

Upside -Down Bogan?

Problem is, you're so smart and all, you
automatically think everybody else is a

dope. If I believe it, it's because
experience has shown it to be true.

You underestimate people like me.

Mr. Bogan.

It is impossible to imagine that I could
underestimate you.

See there, now you're doing it again.

So you got Rathgow.

What'd you think, I'd just lay
everything out for him and not figure

find him eventually?

I have to admit it.

You're fast on your, uh, on your feet.

But whatever little story you're going
to spin, it isn't going to get you or

pneumatic Mrs. Oates out of this
particular pickle.

Pretty girl.

Quiet!

Go on, Mr. Bogan.

Well, suppose there was another lawyer,
and he got another letter, and he was

given a couple of telephone numbers, and
he was told that, well, if Artie Rascal

turns up dead or missing, why, you give
those numbers a call.

If you don't hear anything in a couple
of days, then you take that letter on

over to the state attorney.

No, Myron.

You and me, we're on the dance floor for
life.

Oh, come on, Myron. Don't be like that.
Just turn me loose.

I'll forget this all happened.

Call it a love spat.

I'm afraid I can't do that, Mr. Bogan.

This is a matter of personal pride.

High pride carries a high price, Myron.

You don't want to cut off your nose to
spite your face, especially with a big

old face like yours.

Nevertheless, there is an alternative,
Mr. Bogan. Not less painful, but in fact

more so.

Cast your mind back over your amusing
little monologue. There is, I fear, a

slight problem in your foolproof plan.

I'm listening.

Oh, good. For a minute there, I thought
I was boring you. And you, my dear, are

you following all this?

I want to go home.

Well, we all want many things.

We're going to see if we can find out
exactly what the second lawyer's name

Sort of like a guessing game, only with
torture.

Well, you gotta do what you gotta do.

No, I'm going to do what I wish to do.
You could avoid the painful

for you and your little tot.

And as I said before, I think it's only
appropriate that she go first.

What is the name of the second lawyer?

Well, now, look who's calling who's
stupid.

No matter what I say or don't say, the
way I figure it, things are going to

out pretty much the same way.

So I say to you, go fuck yourself, big
brain.

Lance, please.

Sweetheart, you know how I feel about
you, but telling him ain't going to get

out of this. Our only chance is if I
keep my lip buttoned.

But what about me?

I'm working on that, honey.

I love you, honey.

I love you too, Angel Lips. Oh, this is
truly touching.

I can see, Mr. Bogan, that you clearly
care about this woman.

I mean, maybe not as much as Ernestina.

Oh, Mrs. Oates, I'm sorry. You don't
know about your beau and Ernestina. They

were in, how shall I put it, intimate
proximity earlier this evening.

Lance? That was not my fault, Angel.
That...

Female, she's got some sort of
uncontrollable sexual power. I couldn't

myself.

Oh, tell me another.

I think we've had enough chit -chat. Get
her ready for the performance.

Wait, wait, wait a second. I have
something to say.

I'm all ears.

I have a confession to make.

Please do so.

I've always been attracted to really
intelligent men.

Do tell.

It's... True.

Loretta. Oh, just shut up.

Given your attraction to Mr. Bogan, I
frankly find it a bit difficult

you. Well, let's face it. He may not be
much, but he's about the best of the

crop in Knob's Hollow.

That is, except for you.

I'm flattered.

Now, don't be like that.

I'm serious.

I'm not just looking for a physical
thing.

Not that I'd mind it.

But it's the intellectual and the
spiritual that it's... attracts me.

I... I see.

And I excite your spiritual desires.

Oh, you give me all sorts of ideas.

Well, I can tell just by looking at you
that you're a take -charge kind of guy.

That you're a man that can get things
done.

Loretta, you're making a fool out of
yourself. Just shut up.

I know it must be real lonely being so
smart and all.

I know what it's like to be lonely, not
to fit in, honest.

And do you think you can fill my lonely
hours?

Oh, I know I can. I can make you happy.

You can?

Oh, just give me a chance.

What about Mr. Bogan?

Oh, he betrayed me. That was physical.

Why, Myron, I can call you Myron, can't
I?

Oh, ever since the first time I ever
laid eyes on you, I said to myself,

somebody special.

He ain't a member of the herd. He's a
man that goes his own way. You scared

but a real man's always scary to a
woman. It's true.

Really? Well, Mrs. Holtz, uh... Call me
Loretta.

Very well, Loretta.

I have to confess, it has been a lonely
road.

I mean, I...

I am mostly intellect, but, you see, I
am a man as well.

I just want to be close to you, honey.

No one has ever said that to me before.

Oh, you're not taking advantage of me,

are you?

Oh, Renna, this is revolted. Oh, shut
up. Why, Myron, honey, I'd never take

advantage. I'm just, just, just
expressing my true feelings.

And you have no ulterior motive?

Motive? Oh, no, no, not at all. I just
want to be yours forever.

Well, Loretta, you are without a doubt
extremely

entertaining.

I can't exactly say what it is that you
do, but I can see that you do it very

well.

Unfortunately, I'm just too busy.

What with my ongoing plans for world
domination and all, to take time out for

romance.

No, darling.

I'm afraid it'll just have to be.

Death by torturous plan.

Now, hold on.

Please, just give me a chance. I can
make you happy.

You're my dreamboat. Just let me give
you a little hug.

You'll have to excuse me, Mr. Bogan.

I have preparations to make for the
performance.

Feeling up to a little cultural
activity, Mr. Bogan?

At least I'm right set up.

All right, so what is this place? Home
movie theater or something?

No, it isn't a home movie theater.

Once in my great -grandfather's time,
the family would enjoy dramatic

presentations here.

Sometimes actors were brought in for
private performances, as if for royalty.

You might be interested to know that in
1859, John Wilkes Booth performed Hamlet

on this very stage.

Is that before or after he shot Lincoln?

Before, you idiot. He was shot
afterward.

Oh, yeah. I guess that makes sense.

No doubt.

Over the years, I have tried to
recapture a tiny fragment of that long

grace, staging my own humble theatricals
here on this stage.

Mr. Bogan, are you perhaps familiar with
Joan of Arc? Huh?

Joan of Arc.

Does the name strike a responsive chord?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Ingrid Bergman, right? She was a nurse
or something.

Well, saint or satanist, depending on
whom you believe.

I find her a fascinating figure.

Saint, madwoman, warrior, visionary.

You have the cast, Otis and Wheeler.

Oh, no, no, no. Their brains are too
deeply submerged to be able to decently

memorize lines.

I suppose I could speak through them
myself, but as you've no doubt seen, the

results are rather limited.

No, I turn to my patients for the cast.

You mean those guys I heard on the
intercom?

Oh, some of them are perfectly hopeless
as actors, of course. The violent ones

or the catatonic ones, although at least
they can carry spears. But you'd be

amazed. Some of their performances with
the proper rehearsal and motivation.

Can be quite moving. Of course, I have
recently suffered a significant setback.

Oh, now I'm supposed to ask what your
setback is, right?

My lead actress, my Joan, has recently
lost the power of coherent speech.

She just says snow over and over again.

I have no idea why.

Maybe she used to be a weather girl.

No, that's not it.

The point is, I have no Joan. But thanks
to you, I now have a unique

opportunity.

How so?

By the delightful Mrs. Oates, of course.

She's going to be my Joan for a one
-time -only, never -to -be -forgotten

performance featuring a climactic
burning at the stake that will no doubt

startling in its realism. You son of
a... Tell me the name of the second

Go to hell.

I hope you do realize, of course, that
the more you resist, the happier it

me. You're going to torture me no matter
what I tell you. So you can not only go

to hell, you can go fuck yourself if you
in fact have a dick to fuck yourself

with. Well, I have to admit, you talk a
good game.

Now we are going to see what you're
really made of.

Let the play begin.

Attend and hear the tale of the gallant
maid of Orlin.

Gallant Joan, chosen by God, betrayed

by man, fly on wings imaginary

to our scene of justice most tragic.

Witness the burning.

of an angel in the marketplace of Rome.

Bring forth the accused, the Witch of
Orleans.

Here you kneel, wicked girl, before

the authority of man and of God.

What speak you?

Huh?

Ow!

Kindly read the lines, Mrs. Oates. We
are striving for some fragment of

integrity here.

The lines?

Ow! All right, all right.

Page one, please.

Uh, man and God, what speak you?

What shall I say to you who are wrapped
in the royal robes of England?

sworn enemy of France.

Speak simply, girl. Thou stand not
before man, but before God's

chosen officers.

Answer for the crimes of heresy and of
witchcraft.

Confess, then, harlot.

Yeah? Ow!

What? I'm trying to find my line.

Uh, what shall I confess?

I who have but followed God's...

Ordin... Ordin... No.

Ordinance. Ow!

Ordinances. Ordinances.

Of what thing do you fear to tell?

Of your speech with Satan?

Of his tempting?

Of the coven of thirteen which you led
against your

rightful king?

I know no rightful king save my own king
of France, Charles Vi.

Ow! What? I am reading it. It's not Vi.

It's V -I -I. Roman numeral seven.
Charles VII.

Continue. Lance, this is all your fault.

Ow! Okay, okay, Charles VII.

And I know nothing of covens or
intercourse with Satan. I do as my god

How do you like it so far?

The retard's doing a better job acting
than Loretta.

Don't worry. I'm sure she'll get into
the spirit of it as the drama unfolds.

Enough of thy blasphemies, daughter of
Satan.

By the word of the rightful king, I
order thee

bound to the post.

Of repentance.

No. No.

No.

See,

citizens of Ruan, behold the price of a
witch.

Daughter of Satan, confess.

I pray thee and save thy soul.

Oh, fuck off.

Holy steady half -brain.

Oh, noble sir, I am but a simple country
maid.

Oh, jeez Louise.

Lance! God damn it, tell him the name of
the lawyer.

I'm sorry, honey, that's my only
bargaining chip.

You hang in there, honey lips.

Hang in there? Hang in there?

I'd have killed you, you son of a bitch.

Jimmy fucking Cricket, now what?

Lance!

Country made, simple country made.

My soul is God's, and his angels will
welcome me to paradise.

He knows the secrets of my heart as no
man, hold it steady, ever shall.

Though flames shall consume me, my face
shall not fail. Though flames shall

consume me?

Holy shit, Lance.

Mr. Bogan, as you can see, we are
rapidly approaching the climax of our

dramatic tableau.

Tell me the name of the second lawyer.

You ain't gonna start no fire on that
stage.

You'll burn your whole house down.

Your concern for my residence is
touching, but don't you worry. I've

precaution to fireproof the stage.

Vents will remove the smoke.

Hell and extinguishers will remove the
flames.

After the play is over, nothing will be
permanently damaged, with the exception

of Mrs. Oates.

Oh, God, Lance, he ain't kidding.

She's right. I ain't kidding.

Tell me the name of the second lawyer.

Tell me the name of the second lawyer.

No.

Lance, Jesus fucking Christ.

Proceed with the burning.

No, no, wait, wait, wait. I still have
more lines.

That alone, Mrs. Oates, is sufficient
motivation to proceed.

Mr. Cauchon, your line, please.

By the authority of the Holy Church, I
condemn thee

to death by burning, Joan, maid of
Orleans.

May the devil receive thy soul.

Oh, God,

this is not happening. This is just not
happening.

Mary, God damn you.

Whatever.

Not her!

Pretty girl know how to burn.

How to burn.

Myron, for shame running out of your
party like that.

You would hate me, you white trash. Loud
or I'll... Oh, what, big brain?

You'll outflank me?

Yeah, well, you'll what, huh?

Big brain, you outflank me?

Mind you've been on a roller coaster?

Oh, no. Because I am sure an artistic
connoisseur such as yourself would

beat you.

Thanks

for

a lovely evening, Myron.

Lance Bogan.

What the heck's going on around here?

Beats the royal shit out of me, Howard.

I gotta go.

Yeah, okay.

See you around.

Lance.

Lance.

Save me, Lance.

Save me. Help me.

Oh, Lance is coming.

Now, don't be playing hard to get.

House burned.

Well, isn't that just great? Isn't that
perfect?

No Howard and now no Lance.

Not that I would have taken him back.

Of course, he did have ambition. I'll
give him that.

Now what's a girl to do?

Pretty girl.

Yeah, well, thanks for everything, Otis.

I'll be seeing you around.

Otis.

Pretty girl.

Yeah, yeah, you Tarzan, me Jane. I'm
sure we'd just make a swell couple.

You, Otis Stackpool.

Me, Loretta Stackpool.

You, only surviving Stackpool air.

Me, control Stackpool money.

Pretty Loretta.

Otis, there comes a time in a girl's
life for romance and a time for

practicality. Do you understand what I'm
saying?

Uh... Well, that's okay, honey. Don't
you worry none. Your little sweetie

Loretta's gonna take care of everything.

Do you, Loretta Kozlowski -Otis,

take this?

This man to be your lawfully wedded
husband?

I do.

And do you, Otis Stackpool,

take this woman to be your lawfully
wedded wife?

Otis, say I do.

I... Yes.

Well...

I, um... I now pronounce you man and
wife. You

may kiss the bride.

Oh, we'll skip that part. Thanks anyway.

There now, Otis. We're married.

Married? That's right.

It's gonna be you and me together.

And I'm gonna take good care of you. I'm
gonna be real sweet.

Sweet? That's right.

Well, you see, it all worked out in the
end.

Don't you just love a happy ending?