Original subtitles

[ KNOCK ON DOOR ]

WHO IS IT?

Floyd ME.

UNH‐UNH! UNH‐UNH. YOU AREN'T GONNA BE ABLE TO TAKE ME!

WHO AIN'T GONNA BE ABLE TO TAKE YOU?

YOU! YOU AIN'T GONNA BEAT THE HELL OUT OF ME!

HATTIE, OPEN THE DOOR. UNH‐UNH. UNH‐UNH.

UNH‐UNH.

IT'S FLOYD!

FLOYD?

THAT YOU, FLOYD?

YEAH. OPEN THE DOOR!

COME ON IN HERE, FLOYD.

COME ON IN.

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

COME ON IN.

[ SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ]

FLOYD...

I NEED YOU, FLOYD.

WHAT?! I NEED YOU, FLOYD.

ME AND YOU BEEN DOWN LIKE FOUR FLAT TIRES, FLOYD.

WHAT IS IT, HATTIE? HMM.

IT'S BAD. REAL BAD.

WHAT DID YOU DO?

I AIN'T GONNA BE ABLE TO GO THROUGH THEM BIG DOORS.

AIN'T GONNA BE ABLE TO DO IT NOW, FLOYD.

WHO'D YOU KILL THIS TIME?

I AIN'T GONNA BE NOBODY'S BEYOTCH!

HATTIE! FLOYD, I MEAN IT.

I MEAN IT, TOO.

I AIN'T GONNA BE ABLE TO DO IT.

WELL, WHAT'S GOING ON?

CALL MY DAUGHTER AND TELL HER I LOVE HER.

WELL, THIS MUST BE BAD.

FLOYD.

I AIN'T BEEN ABLE TO GET HER ON THE TELEPHONE.

PLEASE CALL HER AND TELL HER, FLOYD.

PLEASE, PLEASE. PLEASE, FLOYD.

CALL HER FOR ME. PLEASE.

IT'S 3:00 IN THE MORNING, HONEY.

LOOK. LOOK. I WILL CALL HER AS SOON AS YOU TELL ME

WHAT'S GOING ON.

JUST GET ON THE DAMN PHONE, FLOYD!

IF YOU DON'T GET ON THAT DAMN PHONE,

I'LL PUNCH YOUR DEAR OLD FACE IN.

HEY, FINE, FINE. I'LL CALL HER.

THANK YOU, FLOYD. I'LL CALL HER.

GO ON, NOW, CALL ON MY ‐‐

MY, MY, MY, MY, MY, MY, MY, MY HOUSE PHONE.

ON YOUR HOUSE PHONE? YEAH.

THAT ROTARY PHONE?

YEAH. IT WORKS JUST AS GOOD AS I DO.

WELCOME TO THE FUTURE.

WELL, WELCOME TO THE PAST, FLOYD.

MM.

YOUR PHONE NEED TO BE DISCONNECTED.

[ Ringing ]

IS IT RINGING, FLOYD?

YES, IT'S RINGING.

ANYBODY PICK UP YET?

I HAVEN'T SAID ANYTHING TO ANYBODY.

WELL, YOUR FUTURE AIN'T WORTH A DAMN.

THAT'S WHY I SAID CALL ON MY ROTARY.

HELLO? HELLO?

LINDA: Hello?

HEY, PHILIP. WHAT'S GOING ON, MAN?

Floyd, it's me. It's not Philip.

EXCUSE ME, SIR?

Floyd, it's 3:00 in the morning.

What do you want?

OH, THIS IS LINDA!

WOW.

I'M SORRY, SIR.

UM, WHAT DID YOU EAT BEFORE YOU WENT TO BED ‐‐

A BUNCH OF NAILS?

I'm hanging up on you. NO, NO, NO, NO.

DON'T ‐‐ DON'T HANG UP. DON'T HANG UP, SIR.

I'M SORRY. LOOK...

IT'S YOUR MAMA.

My mama?

YEAH. My mama dead!

NO. NO, LINDA.

My mama dead!

LINDA! WHAT?

[ Shouting indistinctly ]

SOUND LIKE SHE DROPPED THE PHONE.

LINDA! LINDA!

PHILIP!

LINDA!

[ Groaning ]

OOH, I THINK SHE HAVING AN ASTHMA ATTACK.

[ Groaning continues ]

WHY THE HELL THEY GOT SIRENS OVER THERE?

SOUND LIKE A SIREN FROM FRANCE.

SIR!

GO GARGLE!

WE CAN'T UNDERSTAND YOU, SIR.

LINDA: My mama dead.

WHAT?

LINDA!

WELL, WHAT SHE SAY, FLOYD?

SHE AIN'T SAID NOTHING.

I CAN'T GET HER TO SAY ANYTHING.

SHE JUST STARTED SCREAMING THAT YOU'RE DEAD.

WHAT?! YEAH.

Mama!

‐Sit down, baby. ‐Mama!!

WOW. SHE IS SCREAMING.

WHAT THE HELL YOU TELL HER I WAS DEAD FOR?!

I DIDN'T.

WELL, WHAT YOU SAY?

I CALLED HER. SHE SAID, "HELLO, UNCLE FLOYD."

THEN I SAID, "IT'S YOUR MAMA."

SHE DROPPED THE PHONE AND STARTED SCREAMING.

GIVE ME THE DAMN PHONE.

My mama dead! LITTLE BABY!

My mama De‐e‐ad!

IT'S UPSIDE DOWN.

LITTLE BABY, THIS IS MOMMY.

THAT'S RIGHT‐SIDE UP. TURN IT SIDEWAYS.

WHAT THE HELL?!

JUST DO IT!

LITTLE BABY, THIS IS MOMMY!

MOMMY'S ON THE PHONE.

[ Moaning ]

THAT DAMN THING DON'T WORK, FLOYD!

My mama dead!

Mama, mama, mama!

HATTIE!

WHAT?!

BY THE TIME YOU FINISH DIALING,

SHE COULD HAVE DROVE OVER HERE.

[ Busy signal ]

DAMN, THE LINE BUSY!

Mama!

IT'S BECAUSE I'M ON THE PHONE WITH HER.

Mama, mama, mama!

WOW.

WHAT THE HELL YOU TELL HER I WAS DEAD FOR?!

IT'S IN STEREO NOW.

Mama!

LITTLE BABY, I'M RIGHT HERE.

Mama.

I'M RIGHT HERE. I CAN HEAR YOU, BABE.

SHE CAN'T HEAR YOU.

Mama!

I CAN HEAR YOU. MAMA LOVES YOU.

Mama!

SHE ACT LIKE SHE REALLY LOVES YOU.

Mama!

[ Sobs ]

WOW. SHE REALLY DID LOVE ME, FLOYD.

IF YOU SAY SO.

My mama dead! PHILIP!

PICK UP THE PHONE, PHILIP!

PHILIP: It's all right, baby.

HE CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THAT LOUD‐ASS STEREO.

WHAT STEREO?

LINDA: Mama!

LINDA'S BIG‐ASS MOUTH.

YOU KNOW SHE GOT A STEREO IN IT.

Baby, we got to call Danny.

NOW THEY GONNA CALL DANNY.

FLOYD, CALL DANNY.

CALL HIM NOW BEFORE THEY CALL HIM

WITH THIS HERE FOOLISHNESS. OKAY.

OKAY. WAIT.

‐Hello? ‐TOO LATE.

[ SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY ]

‐Mama? ‐Danny!

‐What is it? ‐It's your grandma!

She's De‐e‐e‐e‐ad.

DANNY: What?

LINDA: She's De‐e‐e‐e‐ad.

THEY JUST TOLD HIM.

It's okay, baby. It's okay.

DANNY, BABY?

DANNY: Not my Grandma‐a‐a. DANNY?

THEY CAN'T HEAR YOU, HATTIE.

BABY DANNY, IT'S GRANNY!

IT'S ‐‐ IT'S GRANNY, DANNY!

I LOVE YOU, BOO‐BOO! [ Whining ]

Not Grandma‐a‐a.

Danny. That was my Grandma‐a‐a.

LINDA: I Kno‐o‐o‐w. I'm gonna miss her!

Me too‐o! OHH.

WOW. THEY REALLY DID LOVE ME.

Mama!

‐Grandma! ‐Mama!

DANNY: Grandma!

HELL, IF YOU DID DIE,

YOU'D STILL BE ABLE TO HEAR THEM.

WOW. LINDA REALLY DID LOVE ME.

LINDA. LINDA!

LINDA!

WOW, FLOYD.

THEY HUNG UP.

WELL, THEY'RE PROBABLY ON THEIR WAY OVER HERE.

WELL, I BETTER CALL THEM BACK SO THEY DON'T EVEN HAVE TO COME.

NO, DON'T DO THAT 'CAUSE I STILL NEED THEM TO COME.

WELL, I MEAN, I AT LEAST NEED TO CALL THEM BACK

AND MAKE SURE THAT THEY KNOW THAT YOU'RE NOT DEAD.

THEY'LL FIGURE IT OUT ONCE THEY GET HERE.

HATTIE!

WHAT?

WHAT THE HELL?

WOW, FLOYD.

THIS IS SO TOUCHING.

WHAT? THE FACT THAT THEY THINK YOU'RE DEAD?

NO. THE FACT THAT THEY LOVE ME SO MUCH.

WAIT A MINUTE.

IS THIS WHY YOU CALLED ME OVER HERE

AT 3:00 IN THE MORNING?

NO, FLOYD. UH, NO, FLOYD.

I CALLED YOU 'CAUSE I GOT A PROBLEM.

WELL, I KNOW THAT.

AND I NEED MY FAMILY HERE WITH ME.

WELL, WHAT IS IT?

JUST ‐‐ JUST WAIT TILL THE REST OF THEM GET HERE, FLOYD.

THIS AIN'T ONE OF YOUR SCHEMES, IS IT?

NO, FLOYD. I CAN ASSURE YOU, IT'S NOT.

IT BETTER NOT BE.

WOW.

THEY REALLY LOVE ME.

YEAH, WELL, YOU BETTER ENJOY IT NOW,

'CAUSE WHEN THEY GET OVER HERE,

THEY'RE GONNA BE WHUPPING YOUR ASS.

I GUESS I BETTER ENJOY IT NOW.

YEAH, YOU BETTER.

WOW.

THEY REALLY LOVE ME.

YEAH, FOR NOW.

WAIT TILL YOU SEE THE LOOK ON LINDA FACE

WHEN SHE FIND OUT I AIN'T DEAD.

[ LAUGHS ] YEAH, YOU WAIT.

'CAUSE THAT'S WHEN SHE'S GONNA START WHUPPING YOUR ASS.

NO, FLOYD.

THAT'S REAL LOVE.

THEY REALLY LOVE ME.

[ LAUGHS ]

THEY LOVE ME. YOU REALLY ARE SICK.

WHAT'S TAKING THEM SO LONG?

HMM. THEY PROBABLY HAD AN ACCIDENT

ON THE WAY OVER HERE.

AIN'T NOBODY HAD NO ACCIDENT!

YOU SURE?

FLOYD, DON'T SAY THAT.

WHY WON'T YOU JUST TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON?

I'M JUST WAITING FOR EVERYBODY TO GET HERE.

I NEED LINDA TO BE HERE.

AT THIS TIME IN THE MORNING?

IT'S EARLY, FLOYD!

YOU DO REALIZE THAT SHE IS PREGNANT.

AND WHAT THE HELL THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN, FLOYD?

HATTIE, SHE NEED HER REST.

FLOYD, WHEN I WAS PREGNANT, I WORKED THREE JOBS,

WALKED FIVE MILES IN THE SNOW,

AND WORKED ON THE RAILROAD.

YEAH, YOU WERE ON THE UNDERGROUND RAILROAD.

YOU BETTER RECOGNIZE.

HATTIE, WHAT IS GOING ON?

I HAVE A PROBLEM, FLOYD.

HELL, I KNOW THAT!

AND I NEED MY FAMILY HERE.

I NEED LINDA HERE.

[ KNOCK ON DOOR ]

GET THE DOOR!

WHAT? GET THE DOOR, FLOYD!

[ KNOCKING CONTINUES ]

OKAY, OKAY.

REALLY?

HELLO.

HI.

[ SIGHS ] HI, FLOYD.

SORRY TO HEAR ABOUT LINDA'S FATHER.

YEAH, MY BOO.

THANK YOU.

[ GASPS ]

DAMN!

‐HI. ‐YOU SEE, SAM.

SHE LOOKS PRETTY ALIVE TO BE DEAD.

YEAH.

SHE LOOKS THE SAME!

I'M NOT DEAD.

RIGHT. EXACTLY. I'M OUT OF HERE.

YEAH. ME TOO.

GOOD. GO THE HELL HOME.

WAIT A SECOND.

WHY ARE YOU HERE, FLOYD?

DANNY CALLED Y'ALL, TOO, HUH?

YEAH, HE DID.

SEE, THIS IS GETTING BLOWN WAY OUT OF PROPORTION.

MAN, WHATEVER. I CAME HERE TO SEE YOUR CORPSE,

AND YOU'RE STILL ALIVE!

YEAH!

THAT'S DISGUSTING.

AND ‐‐ AND THAT'S NOT FAIR!

IF Y'ALL DON'T GET THE HELL UP OUT OF HERE,

YOU'RE GONNA BE CORPSES.

FINE. LET'S GO.

GLADLY.

WAIT A SECOND.

DOES DANNY AND LINDA KNOW THAT SHE'S STILL ALIVE?

NO, THEY DO NOT.

HA! THIS I GOT TO SEE.

NO, NO. NO, YOU DON'T!

COME ON! LET'S GO!

YES, I DO. IT'S GONNA GO DOWN UP IN HERE.

AND YOU KNOW I DON'T HAVE A LIFE, SO...

THAT'S A FACT.

IT'S NOT LIKE I'M GONNA GET ANY SLEEP ANYWAY.

RIGHT.

BUT ‐‐ BUT I'M GONNA TRY. SO LET'S GO. COME ON!

‐OH. ‐COME ‐‐ COME ON!

MAMA! MAMA!

‐CATCH HER. ‐WAIT, WAIT, WAIT! AH! OHH!

CATCH THE HEAVIEST PART ‐‐ THE HEAD.

‐OH, BABY. ‐OH. GOD.

I'M SORRY, BRO. MY BACK.

[ MOANING ]

SHEESH.

FLOYD, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?

‐GRANDMA! ‐OHH!

GRANDMA!

NOT MY GRANDMA!

CATCH THE LIGHTEST PART ‐‐

HIS BRAIN.

THIS IS SO SAD.

OOH, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW SAD IT IS.

[ CHUCKLES ]

MAMA‐UH‐UHHH.

IT'S OKAY, MAMA.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M GONNA DO WITHOUT HER.

MY BABY'S GONNA BE A GRAND‐ORPHAN.

WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT?

YOU'RE NOT GONNA HAVE TO WONDER ABOUT THAT AFTER ALL.

WHAT?!

HI!

‐OH! ‐WHOA!

‐WAIT A MINUTE! ‐UNH‐UNH.

SURPRISE!

MISS HATTIE?

HEY, Y'ALL!

MAMA!

GRANDMA? YOU'RE ALIVE.

AIN'T YOU GLAD ABOUT IT, BABY DANNY?

YEAH, I'M SO GLAD. I WANT TO SLAP THE HELL OUT OF YOU!

MAMA, YOU HAD US THINKING YOU WERE DEAD.

THERE IS A BRIGHT SIDE.

I'M NOT DEAD.

UNCLE FLOYD, YOU TOLD ME SHE WAS DEAD.

NO, I DID NOT.

YES, YOU DID.

LOOK, I CALLED YOU, AND YOU ANSWERED THE PHONE,

[DEEPENS VOICE] "HELLO, UNCLE FLOYD."

AND I SAID, "IT WAS YOUR MAMA," AND YOU DROPPED THE PHONE

AND STARTED JUST SCREAMING LIKE CRAZY.

WELL, IF SOMEBODY CALLS YOU AT 3:00 IN THE MORNING

AND SAYS, "IT'S YOUR MAMA,"

NORMAL PEOPLE BELIEVE DEATH.

NOW, THAT MAY BE RIGHT,

BUT WE'RE TALKING ABOUT YOUR MAMA, WHO IS NOT NORMAL.

HELL, AIN'T NONE OF Y'ALL NORMAL.

MAMA, YOU OUGHT TO BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF!

HM, I TOLD HER THAT, TOO.

I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!

WELL, BABY, SHE ‐‐ SHE'S ALIVE.

HEH‐HEH.

HEH. GOOD.

SO I CAN KILL HER.

WELL, ME FIRST. I WAS SO SICK I WAS MAD AS HELL.

I'M STILL MAD AS HELL, GRANDMA.

MAD AS HELL.

COME ON. AT LAST SHE'S ALIVE.

THAT IS NOT MAKING ANY OF THIS FEEL ANY BETTER, TROY.

LOOK, I WANTED TO TALK TO YOU.

AT 3:00 IN THE MORNING?!

BUT THAT'S WHAT TIME I USED TO GO TO WORK.

HMM.

BUT I NEEDED YOU.

I HAVE A PROBLEM.

HMM. YEAH, I KNOW THAT.

AND I NEEDED MY FAMILY HERE.

YEAH, I KNOW THAT, TOO. COME ON.

WAIT! NO!

NO, "WAIT," MAMA.

THIS IS CRAZY!

BUT I NEED TO TALK TO YOU, LINDA.

I DON'T WANT TO HEAR THIS, MAMA. I'M GOING HOME.

BABY, MAYBE WE SHOULD HEAR HER.

NO, SHE SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THIS.

BABY. NO, I WANT TO GO.

YEAH, COME ON. WE'RE GOING.

‐BABE. ‐NO, TROY. LET'S GO.

‐COME ON, DREW. ‐BYE, GRANDMA.

LATER, HATTIE.

R.I...PEACE!

I'M SORRY. SHE WOKE UP LIKE THAT.

NO, NOW YOU SEE. NOW YOU SEE.

BUT, FLOYD, I NEEDED YOU ALL HERE.

JUST NOT TONIGHT, HATTIE.

FINE, FLOYD.

AND I CAME BACK.

OH.

'CAUSE CLEARLY MY HUSBAND

DIDN'T SEE HIS PREGNANT WIFE LEAVE.

AND, MAMA, THE NEXT TIME YOU DECIDE

TO TRY SOME OF THESE CHILDISH GAMES,

LEAVE ME OUT OF IT,

'CAUSE I'M PREGNANT AND I'M TIRED.

YEAH, GRANDMA. IT WAS RAINING OUT THERE.

WE ALL COULD HAVE BEEN HURT.

DANNY, IT WAS NOT RAINING.

SHH!

‐COME ON, PHILIP. ‐YEAH, COME ON, TROY.

‐MISS HATTIE ‐‐ ‐COME ON, TROY. LET'S GO.

NO, WE SHOULD AT LEAST SEE WHAT'S WRONG WITH HER.

NO, WE SHOULDN'T.

TROY, YOU JUST GOT IN THIS FAMILY.

YOU DON'T KNOW MY MOTHER.

SHE ALWAYS DOES STUFF LIKE THIS.

I JUST FEEL BAD FOR HER.

WELL, FEEL BAD GETTING YOUR ASS IN THE CAR!

I'M ABOUT TO FEEL ‐‐

I'M SLEEPY!

THANK YOU, HONEY.

MISS HATTIE? NO. PHILIP.

BABY, THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG.

NO, THERE'S NOT.

BABY, THERE'S REALLY SOMETHING WRONG.

THERE'S NOT. HONEY, SOMETHING'S WRONG.

YOU GONNA TELL ME?

I KNOW MY MOTHER.

MISS HATTIE?

YOU OKAY?

YEAH, PHILIP. YOU ALL GO ON HOME.

YOU SURE?

YEAH, I'M FINE.

ARE YOU SURE?

YEAH, I'M FINE.

MISS HATTIE?

GET OUT THAT MAN'S LAP.

THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO BE FRISKY.

I DON'T FEEL A PULSE.

WELL, HER NECK IS THICK.

LINDA!

MISS HATTIE?

LINDA, COME GET YOUR MAMA!

SHE'S NOT BREATHING!

MISS HATTIE?

'CAUSE WE WOULD HAVE BEEN ABLE TO SMELL IT AT LEAST.

MISS HATTIE? JESUS.

MNH‐MNH. NO, MISS ‐‐

WRONG ‐‐ WRONG DIRECTION.

NO.

SHE'S NOT BREATHING.

MISS HATTIE? SERIOUSLY, I DON'T ‐‐

I DON'T ‐‐ SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH HER FOR REAL, LINDA.

HONEY? NO, IT'S NOT.

HATTIE. MISS HATTIE?

HATTIE?

I DON'T THINK SHE'S BREATHING, LINDA.

YES, SHE IS.

WATCH THIS.

MAMA!

OOH, MAMA! MY WATER BROKE ON YOUR GOOD ORIENTAL RUG!

OH!

WHAT GOOD RUGS?

DAMN, YOU SCARED ME.

HATTIE? HATTIE!

COME CHECK HER OUT.

I DON'T THINK SHE'S BREATHING, FOR REAL.

I DON'T SEE HER STOMACH MOVING.

CALL SOMEBODY.

CALL 911.

MAMA? HATTIE, COME ON.

MISS HATTIE? GET UP.

HELLO? 911. 911?

‐MAMA? ‐YES.

‐MAMA! ‐WE NEED AN AMBULANCE

‐AT 666 ‐‐ ‐MAM‐‐ AAH!

YOU PLAY TOO DAMN MUCH!

WHAT THE HELL?! WHY IS YOU LOOKING AT ME?!

DON'T DO THAT!

Y'ALL GET YOUR BITCH ASSES OUT OF MY HOUSE.

REALLY?

DAMN! YOU'RE SICK!

YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M ‐‐ I'M DONE.

IT'S ‐‐ YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M ‐‐ I'M ‐‐ I'M DONE.

‐HELL, I HAD TO PEE. ‐I THOUGHT YOU WAS DEAD.

YOU THOUGHT NICE, CUTE.

YOU PLAY TOO MUCH, MAN.

I DON'T LIKE THIS GAME, GRANDMA.

‐I DON'T LIKE IT. ‐PINEAPPLES.

YOU ‐‐ YOU DID THIS TO HIM, MAMA.

I WILL NOT EXPOSE MY NEW BABY...

TO THIS.

OH, MISS HATTIE. SHAME, SHAME, SHAME.

I HAD TO PEE, BUT NOW I FEEL LIKE

I‐I BURPED SOMETHING UP.

[ DOOR CLOSES ]