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♪ I've had trials and tribulations ♪

♪ And I've had lost expectations ♪

♪ I've been low down and put down and beat down ♪

♪ And dismissed ♪

♪ Yes I have ♪

♪ But lately I've been thinking ♪

♪ Sometimes when I've been drinking ♪

♪ There just ain't enough forgiveness ♪

♪ This stinking life I'm living ♪

♪ No, I won't ♪

♪ Oh, I want much more than this ♪

♪ I've got those trailer trash blues ♪

♪ Little sisters, they don't understand me ♪

♪ You hear me talking to you ♪

♪ The sisters ♪

♪ They got misters that won't let 'em be ♪

♪ You listening to me ♪

♪ Seems your man's always picking a fight ♪

♪ He says nothing that you do is right ♪

♪ And you take his abuse ♪

♪ And what's your excuse ♪

♪ I love him, I love him ♪

♪ Yeah right ♪

♪ Maybe it's because you know ♪

♪ You got nowhere else to go ♪

♪ Honeymoon's over ♪

♪ And guess it's all is a lie ♪

♪ Just keep wearing those rose colored glasses ♪

♪ And everything's right ♪

Hey, any way I can get a beer today?

Damn hell.

Shit.

♪ Life could not be sweeter ♪

♪ If I playing, I'm dying ♪

♪ You say with the love ♪

♪ 'Cause you know that loving beats crying ♪

♪ For better or worse yeah ♪

♪ Try as you might ♪

♪ There ain't nothing better in sight ♪

Next up on the Jessica Taylor Jones Show.

Strippers for Jesus.

LaSonia, I'm home.

I'll be right there.

♪ So you're sad and brokenhearted ♪

♪ You feel bad ♪

♪ You feel discarded ♪

♪ And distressed and distraught ♪

♪ And disgraced and discouraged as hell ♪

♪ Ring a bell ♪

♪ You hide your desperation with some made up explanation ♪

♪ 'Til you find to your surprise ♪

♪ Even you believe the lies you start to tell ♪

♪ Lord child I guess you're gullible as well ♪

LaSonia, come on, hurry.

♪ You got those trailer trash blues ♪

♪ Bring the kids along now ♪

♪ You got nothing ♪

♪ Nothing at all ♪

♪ Except a husband who is hateful, ungrateful and mean ♪

♪ Always making a scene ♪

♪ Maybe sometimes he'll throw you a bone ♪

♪ Think it's better than being alone ♪

♪ What's yours is now his ♪

♪ And the worst of it is ♪

♪ You still got some dreams of your own ♪

Stuck.

Well, I already know that one.

♪ Just forget all aspirations ♪

♪ Your life is now one of frustrations ♪

♪ Of grief and warring complications ♪

♪ Of many trials ♪

Bring it on home, girl.

♪ And tribulations ♪

♪ When you've got the ♪

♪ Trailer trash ♪

♪ Blues ♪

Pulverize.

To grind or be ground into powder.

Let's see.

I pulverize the corn and make corn meal.

That seems right.

I am not gonna shrivel up and die.

I am not gonna shrivel up and die.

I am not gonna shrivel up and die.

Willie.

Willie, baby.

I'm coming.

Woo.

I'm coming, Willie.

Ooh, girl.

I'm sorry.

I was on the internet and loss track of the time.

You and that internet.

I brung you the new BBBW.

BBBW?

Big black beautiful woman.

Well, LaSonia, I'm white.

Mm hm, I noticed that.

It's got that article how to talk to yourself nicely.

Oh, I need that.

Thank you.

Hush up now.

We used to have a mother daughter act called the jugs.

This is a good one.

Didn't mind witnessing for Jesus?

Oh no.

Testifying for the Lord.

No, no, I won him to the Lord, too.

She did.

She did.

And if Jesus can save a strip club owner,

he can save anyone.

She got a point.

Indeed she does.

We double teamed him for Jesus, didn't we, Amber Rose?

Oh, we did.

Next up, we're going to hear

from some of Misty and Amber Rose's customers.

We'll be right back.

I see where that waitress that moved into space 17

has put out a bunch of little gnomes.

Nasty, ugly things.

Give me the heebie jeebies.

Bring down the whole neighborhood

along with that poor excuse for a trailer.

She living in a camper shell.

They used to have rules about no travel trailers

in this court and such things,

but they lowered their standards right before you moved in.

Well, she is trash that will not burn is all I know.

Oh, LaSonia, now be nice.

Have you seen the way she dresses?

Cut off jeans and tube tops at her age.

And white.

Mm, that's white, Willie.

I don't believe she owns a mirror,

otherwise she wouldn't go out the house looking like that.

Rayleen Hobbs.

White trash name.

Even though her spirit is sad, she seems real nice.

But I agree.

A little on the trashy side.

A little?

Weill I ain't giving her diddly squat.

Mm mm, no ma'am.

Not gon' be neighborly.

She is not somebody I wanna know.

Now you are too judgmental, LaSonia.

God loves all creatures.

You know that.

Bet he got to work overtime on that one.

Well, I see your point.

Mm, it's back on.

John 3:16 while I'm sliding down my pole.

And I can actually feel when the spirit starts moving.

She got the spirit confused

with what's moving in they pants.

LaSonia.

Now from an opposing point of view,

this is Elwood Turner,

who resisted the Jesus Movement at Busty Brow.

Mr. Turner.

What the hell you gon' do next, huh?

You gon' take the pole out and put up a little cross?

Get behind me, Satan.

Oh, what in the world?

Oh no, this can't be.

Well you wanna come over

and watch the rest of the show at my place?

You go on.

You can tell me how it turned out.

I'm gonna see if I can get this to work.

You a TV repairman now?

JD's game is tonight.

Oh God, why did this have to happen?

It's an old TV.

You didn't break it.

Now he shouldn't be mad at you over no old TV breaking.

Well he will not be happy.

Now Willie, if he starts in on you,

you cover your face this time.

Oh LaSonia, you know he never really hits me.

Bullshit.

Who you talking to, huh?

That's exactly what my sister used to say.

Now I've known you for five years now, Willie, and I-

LaSonia, please, I have to fix this TV.

One day my sister come over

with a big black eye and a busted lip.

LaSonia, I don't wanna hear about your sister.

Not today.

That's what you always say.

I love you but pretty please with sugar on top.

I need to fix this TV.

You don't never wanna hear about my sister.

LaSonia, I cannot hear about your sister today.

That's what you always say.

I know how to handle my husband.

I've been handling him for a long time now.

I'm gonna be just fine.

Look, I'm just trying to help you.

What you are trying is my patience.

Sorry.

Sorry.

I am so sorry.

I'm sorry.

Let's just stop all this negativity, okay?

Now remember what Dr. Phil says.

What you believe you can achieve.

And I believe that I can fix that television

before JD gets home and everything's gonna turn out A-Okay.

Bye bye.

Dr. Phil's full of shit.

Ugh, for crying out loud.

You ain't fixing that TV.

Dr. Phil wasn't talking 'bout fixing that TV.

Fixing that TV ain't realistic, Willie.

Well he might've been.

Will you just go on home?

I will see you tomorrow.

Yes, ma'am, you will.

But Dr. Phil's full of shit.

♪ I believe she's found herself another man ♪

♪ That's not me there by her side ♪

♪ Holding her hand ♪

Hey.

You.

Over here, shake a tail feather.

Name's Rayleen.

Rayleen Hobbs.

Maybe if you'd call me by my name instead of hey

like you in a barnyard or somewhere,

I'd rush over with a beer.

Hey, Rayleen Hobbs.

Wiggle your cute little ass over here with a cold one.

That's more like it.

And a bag of them corn chips, Rayleen Hobbs.

Ooh.

That's even more like it.

Hey, more chips.

Running low.

You got it.

You live in our trailer court, don't you?

Uh huh.

Right across the way.

My little bit of a home.

Number 17.

You like it here in Mesquite?

So far so good.

I met your wife.

She seems real sweet.

Uh huh.

Y'all have a happy marriage?

What do you think?

I believe you are someone I should stay away from.

And why don't you?

'Cause I work here and I'm doing my job.

Does your job entail sitting down

with a customer and shooting the shit?

For your information, the state of Texas

gives me two 15 minute breaks for every eight hour shift.

And I'm gon' ask you again.

On your state of Texas 15 minute break,

why don't you stay away from me?

You're asking me trick questions.

There's nothing trick about the question I'm asking.

So?

I can't 'member what the question was.

That's probably for the better.

So, you ain't married?

Not no more.

I was once.

Well twice.

Well five times actually.

Things didn't work out all five times.

And there's this law in the state of Texas

that says you can't remarry after five times.

You'd have to move to another state to get married again

and God I love Texas.

Mesquite trees, hot summers.

Big hair, big butts.

Everything.

You gotta stop at some point getting married.

My sister told me that.

Her friend works for a lawyer.

I hate my sister.

She's got money now 'cause she married some lucky mug.

Works for Exxon.

Has the expense account and everything.

She lives in Martha.

She's Baptist, ugh.

Don't get me started on the Baptists.

It's just too early.

If you look up the word self righteous in the dictionary,

you'll see her picture.

So I just stopped.

Marrying.

Probably for the best cause I seem

to be attracted to losers.

Well, for your information, I am a winner.

A winner, huh?

That's right.

You're married trying to pick me up.

You ain't no winner.

Not happily married.

Shit.

I stay so horny, the crack of dawn ain't safe.

A lot of me go around.

Besides, you been married five times.

I said I pick losers.

It's a pattern of mine.

Mm.

So all them marriages broke up 'cause of them, right?

All them shitty men?

That's right.

That you chose.

I pick losers.

I already been over this with you.

Yeah.

Well, maybe it's them who picked a loser,

Miss Five Times Married Cocktail Waitress.

You know what?

What?

You're an asshole.

Yeah well, you know exactly what you are, don't you?

Yeah, fuck you.

In the not too distant future.

It'll be my extreme pleasure.

In your dreams, you ass wipe.

Fuck you.

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Always those trials and tribulations ♪

♪ Racking up piles of aggravations ♪

♪ And you keep moping and coping ♪

♪ And hoping you ain't gonna die ♪

I am not gon' shrivel up and die.

I am not gon' shrivel up and die.

♪ Another housewife who's paying her dues ♪

♪ Who keeps singing those trailer trash blues ♪

♪ Your man's free to roam ♪

♪ And when he comes home ♪

♪ You pray that he won't blow a fuse ♪

Must've blown a fuse.

♪ Your self esteem just keeps on shrinking ♪

♪ It's sink or swim and honey you're sinking ♪

♪ Girl ♪

♪ Listen up ♪

♪ What are you thinking ♪

I think everything's gonna be all right.

Oh God.

Oh please.

Hi, hon.

How was your day?

Huh?

How was your day?

Shitty.

Oh, I'm sorry.

What?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that your day was bad.

My day was shitty, not bad.

Damn, woman, shitty's a good word.

What's your problem?

Well, it's vulgar, hon.

I don't like using it, but you are welcome

to use salty language if you like.

You are welcome to use salty language if you like.

Hush up, would you?

You're making my day shittier.

What's for supper?

Oh, tuna casserole, green beans.

White bread real fresh.

Not day old.

Little to the left.

And yellow cling peaches in syrup for dessert.

Right there.

Oh, there's a knot right there.

It'll all be ready in about seven minutes.

Would you like a glass of iced tea why we wait?

I think I'm having one.

Beer.

Okay.

Get you that beer.

Have you met Rayleen yet?

I'm sure you have.

She's been working over at the Spotlight

for about a week now.

Here you go.

And she drives an old El Camino.

I took her over some of my cherry dump delight.

Woke her up 'cause she didn't get off work 'til two.

Didn't get home 'til around three.

She still had her makeup on all smeared.

Not a pretty sight I'm here to tell you.

You made her cherry dump delight

and we're having cling peaches for dessert?

In syrup.

I was just trying to be neighborly.

She seems real nice.

Cusses a lot though.

Uses the F word even when she's not mad.

And hon, you love yellow cling peaches in heavy syrup.

I got the best.

I like cherry dump delight better.

You make me some cherry dump delight tomorrow.

And I don't want you being

neighborly anymore with that tramp.

She's beneath us.

And when's the last time you made me a steak?

Steaks the third Wednesday of the month, JD.

That's all we can afford.

I do my best.

You clipping coupons and looking for specials?

Don't steak ever go on special?

I buy it on special.

I do my very best.

Well.

Your very best is flat out shitty if you ask me.

Always has been.

You better start coming up with some more ideas

on how I can eat steak more than once a month.

What the hell else you got to do around here, huh?

Start thinking on how you can make me steak

more than once a month.

You ain't retarded.

Okay, I will.

Oh, I got an idea.

Why don't you give me $140 a week instead of 115.

I could get you steak twice a month then.

Maybe three times if I can find good specials.

I can't afford that and you know it.

That's a shitty idea.

Well maybe if you had your beers here

instead of at the Spotlight, we could well afford it.

Steak.

I been thinking, JD.

Maybe if you cut down there to once or twice a week

and you could have your after work beers here,

and we could go to a movie on dollar night

and I could get you steak more often.

Now wouldn't that be nice?

No, that would not be nice.

I work my ass off for us and you are trying

to take away my one true pleasure in life.

Winding down with a beer after work at the Spotlight.

Now I suspect you have more than one beer.

Say you're sorry for trying

to take away my one true pleasure in life.

Say you're sorry, Willadean, for trying to take

your hard working husband's one true pleasure away.

Say it.

Ah.

I'm sorry.

For trying to take away the one true pleasure

from my hard working husband.

From my hard working. Husband.

Hard working husband.

Yeah, you're sorry, all right.

You sorry ungrateful ingrate.

You think I like hauling asphalt

from Mesquite to Tyler and back again.

And into Denton and back again.

And into Plano and back again.

And into McKinney and back again.

And into Arlington and back again.

You think I like my shitty ass job, Willadean?

No.

Look at me when I'm talking to you, woman.

The only thing I have to look forward to everyday

is getting off work and having a couple of beers

down there at the Spotlight to unwind

before I have to come home to you.

You don't understand stress, woman.

That's your problem.

You don't know what it's like to live

with failed dreams everyday of your life.

If you hadn't gone and got yourself pregnant

with that little worthless no good faggot,

I could've played for the Dallas Cowboys.

I could've been Roger fucking Staubach

or Troy fucking Aikman if you hadn't gotten

knocked up to trap me.

I was all district four years in a row.

You just don't get it.

I had dreams, too.

I had my own dreams.

Bull fucking shit.

You didn't have no dreams.

Now just shut up and get your shitty tuna casserole

out of the shitty oven

and let's just eat another shitty meal.

Come on.

Amen.

I hope you was praying for steak to go on special.

Come on, laugh.

I made a funny.

That's your problem.

You ain't got no sense of humor.

I do too have a sense of humor.

Well, prove it.

Laugh at my funny.

Come on, I'll say it again.

Okay.

I hope you were praying

for rib eye steak to go on special.

Too funny, JD.

That is funny.

So was ya?

Was I what?

Praying for steak to go on special?

No.

Why not?

That's a good prayer.

Because I think God has better things to do

than arrange for steak to go on special

down at the grocery store.

What was you praying for?

World peace.

No.

Then what?

Peace.

Just plain old peace.

I'll make cherry dump delight for you tomorrow for dessert.

Oh.

That's my girl.

Oh, shoot my game.

JD, while I was watching.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Where's the remote?

JD.

JD, I was. There it is.

What the hell's wrong with the TV?

JD, today while I was watching.

What the hell happened to the television, Willadean?

I'm sorry.

While I was watching, I didn't do anything.

It just popped.

Popped?

Goddamn you.

How the hell am I supposed to watch my goddamn game?

What the hell did you do to it?

Nothing, it just popped.

I was trying to fix it.

You was trying to fix it?

What the hell you know about fixing a goddamn broke TV?

Goddamn, I wanna watch my game and you broke my TV.

You broke my TV, Willadean.

What the hell is this?

Has that bitch been over here again?

I told you I don't want her in my house.

She is my only friend.

You get rid of her.

I mean it.

You don't need no friends.

You tell that bitch she is not welcome

in this house anymore.

Now I mean it, Willadean.

And don't you even speak to

that tramp down there in number 17.

I have had it.

This is my house and I say what's what

and you are forbidden to watch TV anymore.

You got that?

And I want steak more than once a month

'cause I'm tired of these fucking casseroles, dammit,

and you are paying to fix that TV.

Got it?

Quit yelling.

There are people outside, the neighbors.

I don't give a shit.

You broke my TV.

Oh, you did this so you could go

to dollar movie night, didn't you?

No, I didn't.

And I'll yell if I wanna goddamn yell.

This is my goddamn trailer house, bought and paid for by me.

You are paying to fix that TV.

Got it?

Fine, I'll get a job.

You'll figure out another way,

but you sure as shit ain't gon' get no job.

How am I gonna pay for fixing it?

You figure out, goddamn you.

You broke my TV and I can't watch my game.

I will get a job.

No, you will not get a job.

I will so and I'll go to dollar night with LaSonia

and you can't stop me.

Hell I can't, goddamn you.

Wives submit yourself unto your husbands as unto the Lord.

You will not get a goddamn job.

Ow.

JD, don't go.

Don't go.

Don't go.

Goddamn you, Willie.

You caused this.

You broke my TV and caused me to get mad and miss my game.

Not even get a proper goddamn meal.

And I hurt my hand now 'cause of you.

Goddamn you.

JD, don't go.

Don't go, don't go, don't go, don't go.

Oh no.

I'm not gon' shrivel up and die.

I'm not gon' shrivel up and die.

I'm not gon' shrivel up and die.

Hey, Miss Garrison.

Hot enough for ya?

How you doing, hon?

Oh, great.

Really great.

Paucity.

Scarcity.

Fewness.

Well I'll never use that.

Don't need it.

It's too late in life to learn words you don't need.

Solidarity.

Complete unity as of opinion, feeling, et cetera.

Hmm, let's see.

Women worldwide were in solidarity

against their mean husbands.

Willie.

Willie.

You wanna buy a chihuahua?

No, Miss Garrison.

Ol' nasty ass chihuahua.

Ooh.

Yeah.

Oh.

I found this in the storage shed.

You can borrow it 'til you get yours fixed.

Well we got the color set.

Lavelle said get that old thing out of my house.

We's in style now with a RCA plasma color TV set.

Then he start saying, the Jeffersons.

Moving on up.

Lavelle crack me up sometime.

Well, it still work.

You are lucky to have him.

Mm hm.

You okay?

Mm hm.

I'm fine.

Just trying to figure out my life.

How's that going?

Better than you'd think.

Where'd you go this morning?

I walked into town.

Dr. Phil's book came out on paperback,

so I took my save change and I bought a copy.

Then I went over to the Goodwill

and I got that cute, little wall thingy for a quarter.

Then I stopped by the wash and fold

and called John David on the payphone there.

And I listened to his message.

Told him that I loved him.

So I read my book for a spell.

Then I found an old newspaper

that somebody had left and I read that, too.

I lost complete track of time.

Mm hm.

It felt so good to get out of the house, LaSonia.

I have decided that I need a purpose.

There's a whole chapter about it in Dr. Phil's book.

Mm.

Well.

Your need in a purpose done caused us

to miss all our shows.

Mm mm mm.

What?

JD beat the shit out of you and you making him steak

and it ain't even the third Wednesday of the month.

He just pushed me a little.

Mostly took it out on the dishes.

Nothing I can't handle.

Believe me, he came back.

Woke me up and apologized good and proper.

Mm hm.

Thank you for the TV, but you can't leave it here.

You gon' have to cart it back and forth.

JD would not like you loaning me a TV, but thank you.

Thank you so very much.

You are just the best friend

that anybody could ever hope to have.

Isn't life great, LaSonia?

You been nipping on the vanilla extracts?

No.

No, I have just been reading Dr. Phil's book

and I have just decided to take his advice

and find myself a purpose.

I told you Dr. Phil was full of shit.

The only reason he anybody is 'cause of Oprah.

No, he is not.

He is a saint.

Where'd he hit you?

I can't see where the son of a bitch hit you.

'Cause he didn't hit me.

I know he hit ya.

I heard you scream.

Where did he hit you?

I bet he hit you where nobody could see

like that asshole used to do my sister.

Stop that.

I told you he didn't hurt me.

Mostly took it out on the dishes.

Then why is there a big, purple bruise on your leg?

Oh, that is an old bruise that I got last week

when I got in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom.

Mm hm.

Mm hm.

That ain't come from no old bruise.

Oh.

I read in the paper where they are hiring part timers

over at the Value Village.

No experience necessary.

I'm thinking of applying.

You what?

I'm thinking of applying for a job at the Value Village.

That would give me a purpose.

You're always saying Lavelle says

it's such a great place to work.

Ever since I lost my babies I don't feel

that I have a purpose.

They were my purpose.

First John David left.

Then Melissa, gone.

Where's my purpose anymore?

I don't have a purpose.

And if I don't find a purpose,

I am going to shrivel up and die.

Now Dr. Phil says that we need a purpose

and he also says that what you believe you can achieve.

Mm hm.

And I believe that I'm gonna get

that job at the Value Village.

I feel you and I want you to find that purpose,

but I heard y'all fighting and I know the truth.

Look at me.

This is LaSonia you talking to,

your big black friend next door

with the big ears and the big mouth.

Now I heard what he said.

I don't like you eavesdropping on us.

You live in a trailer park.

You really think I wanna hear your shit?

I don't wanna talk about this.

'Cause you know LaSonia speak the truth

and you lying about JD beating on you.

He does not beat me.

He just loses his temper sometimes and pushes me a little.

He beat the shit out of you and if you get a job,

he gon' beat you again. He did not beat me.

He just pushed me a little.

That's what my sister always said, Willie.

LaSonia, you are ruining my good day.

You got a big, purple bruise on your leg

just like my sister, Willie.

LaSonia, I don't wanna hear about your sister today

and that bruise is old.

You don't wanna hear about my sister any-

You act like you know my life and you don't.

You don't know what he was like.

What he come from.

His mean, old daddy.

What he made out of himself.

He was the most.

Oh God, LaSonia.

And he chose me.

Me.

Everybody wanted him, but he chose me.

Me.

And when he come home last night, he loved on me hard.

You don't know how hard that man can love.

That ain't love, baby.

Ain't love at all.

JD does love me.

I do know that he loves me and he makes me happy.

Then why you looking for a purpose.

I don't know.

You just got me so riled up.

Because I tell you the truth, baby.

I tell you the truth.

God, I am so mixed up right now.

I get so confused and frustrated.

I'm sorry.

I know you're just trying to help.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't lash out at you.

And I am mad because I know you're right.

I can't get that job at the Value Village.

I don't know what I was thinking.

I was just thinking maybe.

Maybe I can find myself a purpose.

And I am not happy.

I am miserable.

Oh God.

I hate him.

I know it's not right to hate.

It's such a harsh word but I can't help it.

Oh, but I love him.

Then I hate him.

I love him and then I hate him.

I love him, I hate him.

Well there I said it.

I told you the truth.

I already know the truth, baby.

You don't even have to tell me.

And you never have to lie to your buddy.

Your old pal LaSonia.

Did you hear what I just said to you?

Yes, thank you.

Let it go, baby.

Sometimes I hate me more than I hate him.

I can't help it.

I get so confused and my soul is tormented.

And lately.

Lately I've been having these terrible thoughts.

Fantasies.

Fantasies?

What kind of fantasies?

Girl, come over here and tell me about these fantasies.

I want to pulverize him.

Pulve what?

Pulverize.

That's your new word for the day.

Yesterday's.

Today's was solidarity.

Pulverize means to grind into powder.

You know how the pioneers used

to grind wheat and make flour?

Ever since I learned it, I've been having fantasies

of JD being ground into powder.

How you gon' ground him up?

I don't know.

I haven't gotten that far in my fantasies.

But I do know that I wish I could just

put him in the palm of my hand

and blow him away.

I should stop all these thoughts and make supper.

Sit your ass back down.

Sit down.

Now these are good thoughts.

Wonderful fantasies.

Maybe this could be your purpose.

Maybe you could kill him somehow.

Feed him drain cleaner or bug spray.

Or clock him over the hear with a lead pipe

and then chop him up and put him in the freezer

and put the frozen parts in one

of them tree shredding machines

like that man did up in Minnesota

or one of them north cold states that gets white.

Mm hm.

It was on "60 Minutes" or was it "Dateline"?

Anyway, when the snow melted,

they found itty bitty pieces of hand shit.

DNA just like in the OJ trial.

And when they tested it, they determined it was her.

The wife.

Gonna fry his ass, too.

He on death row now.

See, his mistake was he should've backed

that tree shredding machine up to a lake.

Then his wife's pieces would've gotten eaten up

by the little fishes and he would've walked away scot free.

But the dumb shit didn't think it through.

Stopped too early.

You got to think these things through, Willie.

You are scaring me with all this talk.

So where do you think I could find a tree shredding machine?

That's my girl.

I bet we put our minds to it, we can find one.

Grab the want ads.

Oh, we going to hell.

Hell yeah we going to hell.

Oh, who in the world?

It's number 17.

Oh.

With my empty Pyrex dish.

Hello, Rayleen.

Come on in.

I just brung back your dish.

That cherry delight was delightful.

Well, thank you, but it's a cherry dump delight.

It's my aunt Glinda's recipe.

It's my husband's favorite dessert.

In fact, I am making some for him tonight.

Well, it was just delightful and delicious

and I could just kill you.

I could feel my ass growing with every fucking bite.

Well, you look like you can stand

to put on a few if you ask me.

You've got a darling little figure.

Thank you.

I guess I keep in a good shape 'cause I'm on my feet a lot.

On her feet?

You know with my job.

Running around trying to please drunks.

That's my entire workout routine.

I keep my arms toned by smoking.

I switch arms every other cigarette

so one arm doesn't get bigger than the other.

I figure if I'm gon' catch cancer from smoking,

I oughta get some benefits out of it.

You are funny.

I needed a good laugh.

Oh, I'm sorry.

This is my friend LaSonia.

I don't believe y'all have met.

Hi, I've seen you around, La-

Sonia.

Interesting.

Well, it's pleasure to meet you.

Mm hm.

Well.

I see you all dressed for a hot date

or should I say undressed.

Well yes.

Oh fuck yeah.

This fucking heat is fucking evil.

Indeed it is.

I better get home and tend to my wifely duties,

so I can get on that fucking internet,

and do our research on how to kill your fucking husband.

You got a nice trailer, Willie.

Thank you.

I'll see you in a little while.

It was nice meeting you, La-

Sonia.

Bye, bye.

Lavelle, LaSonia's husband,

fake sick coming home early to love on her.

Isn't that sweet?

Precious.

Why don't we step out on the front porch

so you can finish that?

Oh, sure.

Lavelle works on the loading dock

over at the Value Village,

a real good place to work from what I understand.

Lots of benefits.

Oh, those look dry.

They have a real good marriage.

Uh huh.

I see.

Well, your friend's a real crack up.

Their kind always have a good sense of humor.

I used to work with this black gal

named Shavonte over in Mineola.

She worked in the backroom where they all hung out.

I mean, they could sit up in the front bar

when the laws changed back when and all,

but they just more comfortable

in the back with their own kind.

They just laugh and jaw back there.

It would leak out.

I'm here to tell you.

You put a bunch of 'em in a room together,

throw in some cheap liquor, they can cut up.

Listen to me.

Already running my mouth.

Diarrhea of the mouth.

That's what my third husband, Jimmy Ray, used to say to me.

He's in the pen for shooting a mean cop over in Waco

who was always harassing him for speeding.

Lord.

Don't worry.

The cop didn't die.

He hit him in the saliva gland and his shoulder.

Basically just winged him, but he got caught.

That's all she wrote.

35 years.

No possibility of parole so the marriage was basically over.

Hard to make that work.

Don't get me started on them conjugal visits.

Them prison mattresses?

No sheets.

Jimmy Ray will be 72 when he gets out.

It's hard to wait on that.

Know what I mean?

Jimmy Ray was the only man I ever really loved,

but he had anger issues.

Sounds it.

I stopped visiting him.

It's just too hard on both of us.

All that love separated by plexiglass partition.

Plus the drive was just ungodly.

I got three speeding tickets.

I got stopped seven or eight times,

but I flirted my way out of them other tickets.

But not three of 'em.

Those cops were unbending.

Probably gay.

Yeah, I read somewhere there's a lot of gay cops.

Makes sense to me.

I guess.

Would you like to come in and sit for a spell?

Okay.

Since it's kind of like morning for you,

would you like a cup of coffee?

Oh, I'd love some.

Still some in the coffee maker there.

How you take it?

Strong and black just like my men.

Just kidding.

That's the farthest thing from the truth.

They've all been weak and white.

My men.

My string of men.

I been married since I was 17.

JD and me were high school sweethearts.

Back then, he was the quarterback

and every girl in our school wanted

that sexy boy who drove a motorcycle.

I was the envy of them all back then.

Oh, here you go.

Thanks.

Are you looking for a job?

This coffee's good and strong just like I like it.

I'll just get this out of your way.

I was just doodling.

Pretending.

My son is gay.

He's not a cop.

And he lives in St. Louis these days.

My husband won't talk to him or about him

and forbids me to as well.

He kicked him out when he was 16

when he found him with the preacher's boy doing well things.

Things?

Sometimes I take my save change

and I sneak over to the payphone at the wash and fold.

Mostly I just get his machine,

but it is always good to hear his voice.

He was my single purpose in life.

Him and his sister.

I don't know how LaSonia stands it.

She's barren.

And since she lost her job

when the Catfish Hut went belly up,

she is obsessed with that internet.

I don't get the internet.

And I can't wrap my mind around fish tacos either.

Fish does not belong in a taco shell.

Ugh, don't get me started on that.

It's just too early.

I won't.

His name is John David.

My son.

He's a junior.

John David Winkler Junior.

He was always such a sweet, sensitive boy.

Had a daughter too, Melissa,

but she was killed in a real bad car wreck when she was 16.

I lost both my children when they were 16.

JD says I spoiled them both rotten.

Turned my son gay.

Caused my daughter to be rebellious.

Was overprotective.

She was running with the wrong crowd when she was killed.

JD won't even let me keep pictures of 'em in the house,

but I keep a couple of 'em hidden.

Funny.

I don't think I was protective enough.

I'm sorry 'bout your daughter

and the circumstances of your son.

I never lost a child.

Never had one.

I did have a pekingese dog once named Little Bit

that my second husband, Pup, run over

while Little Bit was doing his business.

Always did his business in the driveway.

Preferred the gravel.

Don't ask me why.

Squashed Little Bit flatter than a pancake.

It is more than a little odd

that a person named Pup killed my pekingese dog.

Don't you think?

That's what you call ironic.

Ironic.

Well that's not his real name, of course.

Pup.

It's a nickname.

For the life of me I can't remember his real name.

Can't imagine losing a child, Willie.

That must've been awful.

Well.

Almost fell apart, but life goes on.

On and on and on and on.

Listen.

Don't tell JD that I told you about John David.

Or about my daughter.

And don't tell him that you visited me.

Or that LaSonia was here.

He's got quirks about all that stuff.

If it were up to JD, I'd just sit here

by lonesome day in, day out.

Well take a lock, take a lock.

I won't say a word.

Being gay is just a mystery to me.

Lesbianism even more so.

Well I always say we only understand us

and then it gets real fuzzy.

That's profound.

I need to write that one down.

You smart as a whip, Willie.

Well.

I once had this job at this nasty little roadside bar

called the Do Drop In.

Real original, huh?

It was right outside of Ponder, Texas.

Bum fuck.

The owner was this big boned gal named Mona Burke

and I always suspected, you know.

She'd flirt with me like a man would

and always with a big ole smile

in that deep voice she'd say hey Lena.

That's what she called me, Lena.

Lena, that's cute.

I don't really like it.

Please don't call me that.

I was kind of scared of her, so I didn't say anything.

I'll just call you Rayleen.

That'll work.

Anyhow, Mona would say, hey Lena.

I sure do like that skirt you're wearing.

Or hey Lena, that blouse sure does accentuate your tits.

She'd say that when I was showing them off,

which was pretty much all the time

'cause more tits more tips.

Little trick to the trade.

Well, one night me and Mona started drinking

after work and we somehow,

all the specifics just gone right out the window,

but we somehow winded up back at her trailer

that sat out behind the Do Drop

and that night well things happened.

Things happened?

Mm hm.

A little bit.

They did.

Oh Lord.

I should just shut my fucking trap right here now.

I should not be telling you this.

Well you can't stop now.

I mean, I'm enjoying your story.

Okay.

Well, let me see.

Where was I?

Where things happened.

It all started with a crick in my neck.

So I kept rubbing on my neck

and old Mona took note, you know,

and she moved in over by me on the loveseat

and started giving me a massage and a neck rub.

Her rubbing my shoulder felt so good, you know.

I was in between husbands.

It had been a long time since I'd been touched by anybody.

And before you know it.

I don't know how, but Mona winded up between my legs.

Oh my stars.

Panties down around my ankles.

Skirt hiked up to Jesus.

And she commenced to lap like a thirsty yard dog

on a hot Texas day.

Dear sweet Jesus.

And let me tell you something, Willie.

That old big boned gal knew exactly what she was doing.

She knew where everything was.

She knew how to please.

Lordy, Lordy.

Do you want me to stop?

Is this getting too graphic?

'Cause I can stop if I'm offending.

Oh no, no.

I watch Maury Povich and Jerry Springer.

Well, she was going at it full force

and I started shuttering

and writhing about on that loveseat.

I was so wet that the loveseat just turned

into one of them slip and slides.

It was covered in plastic which I don't get.

I mean, you buy a new couch.

You keep the plastic on.

That's not right.

So, we was a slipping and sliding

and girl I was about to come unglued.

Hell, I bet I came at least six times straight.

I mean, I was ready to go through the roof.

Ready to explode.

And all of a sudden, old Mona popped out and said,

hey Lena, turn about is fair play.

Uh oh.

Exactly.

That's when reality smacked me hard.

I mean hard, Willie.

All of a sudden while I was sober as a judge

and I gulped and I must've looked like I was

about to shit myself I guess

'cause Mona just busted out laughing

and blurted out, hey Lena, you are straight.

You're just drunk.

When we commenced it, talking joe and drank 'til sun up

and I gained so much respect for Mona that night.

Turn about's fair play.

Shit.

Fuck.

Hell damn nation turn about's fair play.

Can you imagine?

No, I cannot.

I shouldn't have told you all that.

You're never gonna respect me now.

Oh, honey, hearing that story

doesn't change the way I feel about you.

You know, I don't think I've ever heard

of anyone called LaSonia.

Oh, well it's actually LaSonia.

She pronounces it lasagna like the noodle dish,

but it's spelled L-A-S-O-N-I-A and the S is capital.

Most folks would just say LaSonia,

but you know how creative they are with their names.

Mm hm, I do, I do.

She is my very best friend.

She is the best person I know.

Well, I'll tell you one thing for dang sure.

I would not wanna be named after a fucking noodle dish.

You know, I'm not being judgemental,

but I don't believe I have ever

heard a woman use that word so much.

You know the F word.

I mean, sometimes I think it and I might like to say,

but I just don't have the nerve.

Don't you start, Willie.

It's a terrible habit.

I picked it up from my second husband, Pup.

For the life of me I can't remember his real name.

Pup said fuck all the time.

I just picked it up.

Plus, it has to do with it working in bars

and dating worthless men.

Course those days are over.

I am single for life now.

You swore off marriage?

I had to.

I've been married five times.

It's against the law to marry more than five times

in the state of Texas.

My sister, Lucinda, the Bible thumper told me that.

I don't believe I ever heard

that five times marriages law.

Ooh, frankly I don't have the time

or the energy to get married again.

Parnell.

That was Pup's real name.

Parnell Jenkins.

Mean as a snake.

Oh Lord, look at the time.

I gotta get a move on.

I gotta reapply and get to work.

You certainly have lived a colorful life, Rayleen.

Come back anytime.

Just don't tell JD.

Well, I'll temper my visits.

I've been known to wear out a welcome.

You know, I'd invite you over, but my place is so teeny.

The only way two people can fit inside

is if they horizontal.

You are such a liberal, Rayleen.

I'll see you later, Willie.

Bye, bye.

Bye.

Lord have pity on my soul.

♪ Sitting staring out the window ♪

♪ Looking at a cold, gray sky ♪

♪ And there you wait ♪

♪ You wait and you wonder ♪

♪ Lord, how much longer ♪

♪ Will life keep passing me by ♪

♪ There you're waiting for the sunshine ♪

♪ You'd even settle for some rain ♪

♪ Just need a change ♪

♪ Need something to hope for ♪

♪ A chance that tomorrow ♪

♪ Won't bring you more sorrow ♪

♪ More pain ♪

♪ Waiting to leave the past ♪

♪ Waiting to find the well ♪

♪ Waiting for good to last ♪

♪ Waiting for wounds to heal ♪

♪ It can drive you insane ♪

♪ In this waiting game ♪

♪ Always waiting for the laughter ♪

♪ Waiting for your ship to come in ♪

♪ Oh oh ♪

♪ Simple things that everyone's after ♪

♪ And all that is real ♪

♪ A love you can feel 'til the end ♪

♪ Waiting for anything ♪

♪ If just to dream again ♪

♪ A new song to sing ♪

♪ Some life that not out there ♪

♪ It's a crying shame ♪

♪ Playing the waiting game ♪

♪ Love's always the same ♪

♪ Playing this ♪

♪ Waiting game ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

Oh no.

Oh no.

No.

No.

I had to go down to Waco and my truck overheated

and there was no way to call.

It's 11:30 at night.

Yeah, it is.

You can read time.

I made your cherry dump delight.

Pan friend steak.

I done ate.

Stick it in the fridge there.

I'll eat it tomorrow.

I'm tired.

Okay.

I saw you coming out of her camper shell.

And knock over one of them little gnomes.

And go down the road and get your pickup

from behind the bin and drive up.

I saw you.

I know what you did.

I saw you, JD.

Now I'm sitting here waiting all night long

after I had made your favorite supper

scraping every cent I could find

to get your stupid steak while you was doing

what you was doing with her.

You didn't see shit.

I had truck trouble down outside of Mexia.

So you must've dozed off and had a dream

or was hallucinating

or else you've your ever loving mind

and have gone off your rocker.

Now.

I've been working hard all day and I'm dog tired.

And I better never hear another word about this

if you know what's good for you.

You understand?

You understand?

You understand, woman?

Look at me when I'm talking to you.

You didn't see shit.

Don't know shit.

JD Winkler had a life.

I am not gonna shrivel up and die.

I am not gonna shrivel up and die.

I am not gonna shrivel up and die.

I saw you.

I saw you.

I saw you.

Get the fuck out.

♪ What are you waiting for ♪

♪ Don't let another day go by ♪

♪ Can't wait anymore ♪

♪ Ain't gonna lay down and die ♪

♪ Crying's over ♪

♪ You're not too blame ♪

♪ You're playing the waiting game ♪

♪ So tired of this waiting game ♪

♪ No ♪

♪ No more ♪

♪ On this waiting ♪

♪ Game ♪

♪ Old Moses was told to deliver ♪

♪ His people from bondage and pain ♪

♪ And Moses scratched his head and said ♪

♪ My God are you insane ♪

♪ Where shall we go ♪

♪ How can we live ♪

♪ And the Lord said oh brother ♪

♪ Don't you know if you believe ♪

♪ You can achieve ♪

♪ If you believe, you can achieve ♪

♪ If you believe, you can achieve ♪

♪ Even in your darkest hour ♪

♪ You keep the faith, you have the power ♪

♪ Anything is possible if you believe ♪

♪ So Moses, he gathered his people ♪

♪ And they marched to that sea so red ♪

♪ With no way to cross ♪

♪ With no boat to float ♪

♪ They cried we're sunk, we're dead ♪

♪ Moses, he prayed ♪

♪ Prayed with all his heart ♪

♪ And the Lord ♪

♪ He smiled ♪

♪ Just believe, my child ♪

♪ And don't you know ♪

♪ That sea sure 'nough did part ♪

Let's sing it, sisters.

♪ If you believe ♪

♪ If you believe ♪

♪ You can achieve ♪

♪ You can achieve ♪

♪ Yes, if you believe ♪

♪ If you believe ♪

♪ You can achieve ♪

♪ You can achieve ♪

♪ Even in your darkest hour ♪

♪ Keep the faith and you have the power ♪

♪ Anything is possible if you believe ♪

♪ Go on now ♪

♪ If you believe ♪

♪ If you believe ♪

♪ You can achieve ♪

♪ You can achieve ♪

♪ Yes, if you believe ♪

♪ If you believe ♪

♪ You can achieve ♪

♪ You can achieve ♪

♪ Just like them in the bible's doorway ♪

♪ You can bottle and give glory ♪

♪ Anything is possible if you believe ♪

♪ Oh oh oh ♪

♪ Just believe with all your heart and soul ♪

♪ And know you can find a purpose to put in motion ♪

♪ Move a mountain or swim an ocean ♪

♪ It's a powerful thing devotion ♪

♪ Ask ye shall receive ♪

♪ If you believe ♪

♪ If you believe ♪

Excuse me.

♪ You can achieve ♪

♪ Lord, if you believe ♪

♪ If you believe ♪

♪ You can achieve ♪

♪ You can achieve ♪

♪ If the world should happen to ya ♪

♪ Don't give up, just say hallelujah ♪

♪ You can do it, just fix your mind to ♪

♪ Let him run the terms by you ♪

♪ Anything is possible if you believe ♪

♪ I said any little thing ♪

♪ Is possible ♪

♪ Willadean ♪

♪ If you ♪

♪ Lord, if you ♪

♪ Just believe ♪

Thank you for shopping at Value Village.

LaSonia, I'm home.

I'll be right there.

I'm just signing off.

Fuck you, you fucking bitch.

I did it.

I used the F word twice.

One for both of 'em.

Willie.

Where you been all morning?

We done missed all our shows.

We done missed Maury, Jerry Springer, and Judge Judy.

I got a job, LaSonia.

Look.

They hired me on the spot at the Value Village.

I am a Value Village greeter.

A greeter?

I applied first thing this morning

and they put me right to work.

They said I was just what they were looking for.

Value Village material.

Oh, Willie.

And look, I got my own name tag.

I decided to go with Willadean

'cause everybody's just always calling me plain old Willie,

but now, now I am somebody.

I am a Value Village greeter with my own name tag

with my given name Willadean.

Welcome to Value Village.

How may I help you?

I'm not gonna tell him.

I got a plan and you're in on it.

Willie, you can't pull this off.

LaSonia, what you believe, you can achieve.

Now, I got myself this job

and I'm gonna figure out a way to keep it.

And get this.

Mrs. Font, the human resources woman at Value Village,

told me that if I am a good employee,

that I can apply for a transfer in six months.

Girl, what you talking 'bout?

Only one Value Village here in Mesquite.

I'm gonna leave him, LaSonia.

I'm gonna save my money and get my transfer and leave.

I'm gonna move up to St. Louis to be with my boy.

I miss John David so much.

I need to ask for his forgiveness,

else I am gonna shrivel up and die.

Well.

Guess you won't be needing this.

What's that?

Ways to kill your husband and not get caught.

I did my research on the internet like I promised.

You did all this research on how to kill my husband

and not get caught?

You are so sweet.

Thank you for being such a good friend.

Shooting a syringe full of air in his veins.

Mm hm.

That's the best way in my opinion.

It's called death by eye injection

and all you need is a syringe full of air.

You can borrow one from crazy old Miss Garrison.

She a diabetic.

The trick is hitting the vein with it,

but if he passed out drunk, you can do it.

What you believe, you can achieve.

Well, I think I'm just gonna stick to my plan

at working at the Value Village

and getting my transfer to St. Louis.

All this worries me about you, LaSonia.

Oh, I gots me a criminal mind, all right.

Lavelle always telling me that,

but you know I'll never act on it.

Well you just take all that nonsense with you.

I'm not about to kill JD.

Although after what he did with number 17,

I understand why women do it.

And that's why I got my job.

I'm not doing nothing else he tells me to do or not to do.

He was cheating on me, LaSonia.

I know, baby.

You knew and you didn't tell me?

Plus there would've been a fight

like there was when you did find out.

He would've beat you up again.

That's why.

I saw him coming out of her trailer

that night he beat you up over the TV breaking.

Well he made love to me that night.

I was hoping you never found out, but you did,

and I just heard y'all fighting.

Going at it.

So where'd he get you this time, baby?

I have had a real good day, LaSonia,

and I don't wanna hear your questions.

Not today.

I wanna tell you what happened to my baby sister.

I don't wanna know.

Why can't you get it through your head

that I don't wanna know?

Well tough shit.

Now it's time you need to listen to me

'cause you done went out and got yourself job

at the Value Village and this is a small town

and JD gon' find out and he gon' beat

the living shit out of you for that

or for the next thing or the next thing

until one day he will kill you

unless you do something like shoot his veins

with a syringe full of air.

And if you don't do something, it may be too late.

And you might not make it six months

to get your transfer to St. Louis to see your boy

and ask him to forgive you, Willie.

So mm mm, you gon' sit your lily

white ass down, Miss Willadean Winkler,

and you gon' hear this story about my baby sister today.

She was wearing this hat.

A bright, red hat and it was Easter Sunday morning

at the New Hope Missionary Baptist Church.

Child, it was a sea of hats.

The sisters can wear themselves some hats

on Easter Sunday morning.

But my baby sister had on the prettiest hat of all.

Maybe it was that that hat framed her beautiful face

and you know it just seemed that hers was the prettiest,

or maybe I was just partial.

We sat together and we sang "He Arose" and "At the Cross",

and my baby sister's favorite, "Victory in Jesus".

♪ Victory in Jesus ♪

♪ My savior forever ♪

We sang, Willie.

We sang at the top of our lungs and we felt happy.

My people's can sing, girl.

We sure enough can sing.

Well.

After we got through singing,

during the middle of the sermon,

I looked down and peeking out

from under her long sleeved red Easter dress.

She always wore these red dresses.

I saw a bruise.

So I reached down and I gently lifted the sleeve.

And Lord have mercy, Willie.

There were bruises everywhere.

I knew.

I knew exactly what was happening.

So I vowed to the Lord Jesus that Easter Sunday morning

in a pew at the New Hope Baptist Church,

I was gon' go over the next morning.

I was gon' pack up my baby sister

and she was gon' leave that poor excuse for a man.

See.

My sister was a crazy girl before she met him.

She sang at the juke joint every Saturday night,

but never missed church once on Sunday,

but he made her quit singing.

Made her quit coming to church, too,

except for maybe once or twice a year.

And she had to beg him to do that.

So, after church that Easter Sunday,

I gave her my LaSonia what for sermon.

I say, it's Resurrection day, baby girl.

Time for new beginnings.

Time to be free.

Happy.

Yes.

And you know what, Willie?

My baby sister finally listened to me.

Mm hm, and we did it.

We packed up all her things and we had ourselves a plan.

See, we knew she couldn't just leave him

'cause he come find her and bring her back.

She had done tried that before.

But if she told him she was leaving him

with all her things just packed up and sitting there,

we knew he'd go crazy and start in on her,

but that was part of our plan.

But time was crucial.

See when she heard him drive up,

she was supposed to call the police

and then hang up and call me.

The police would show up in the middle of a storm

and arrest that bastard.

And I would just swoop on in for the rescue.

But she never did call the cops.

Or me.

I don't know what happened.

Maybe she.

Maybe she didn't hear him drive up.

I don't know.

But when they called me to identify her body,

her beautiful face was so bashed in,

we couldn't even give her a proper viewing.

We sang "Victory in Jesus" at her funeral.

But there was victory in nobody, Willie.

Just defeat.

I lost my baby sister.

Oh Willie.

That was the last time I went to church

'cause I thought if God had allowed this to happen,

if that was his will, like Brother Johnson preached

at my sister's funeral, I didn't want no part of it.

I heard y'all fighting last night.

And baby, then there was silence.

Silence, Willie.

I was scared out of my ever loving mind.

I wanted to come over here and check on you,

but I was too scared to interfere, Willie,

'cause the last time I interfered.

Willie.

Shit.

Willie, I need to talk to you.

Willie.

Willie.

Willie, I know you're in there with your friend.

I'm all hitched up and heading out

and I really wanna talk to you in person

before I scatter off in the wild blue yonder.

Please, can I come in just for a minute?

Willie.

Rayleen.

Oh, Willie, I am so sorry that I fucked your husband.

Well.

We all make mistakes.

You all right?

You got enough money and all to get by?

Oh fuck yeah.

Hi.

I got enough saved up to live for a stretch.

You know, in my profession, cocktailing,

I got job security worldwide.

I got my life all worked out these days.

Got me a home on wheels and within an hour or two,

I can gather up my gnome collection,

hitch my camper to my trusty old El Camino

and hit the road on to the next place.

I see somewhere that looks nice

or just get a feeling about a place, you know.

Find a trailer park, scout out a nearby bar, and bam.

Back in business.

But I always fuck it all up.

Every decision I ever made in my life has been wrong.

Oh fuck.

I really liked it here.

I can't stay now.

Not after what I done to you, Willie.

I'm so sorry that I fucked your husband.

It was a big lesson for me, you know,

not to fuck friends' husbands.

It's a lot easier when you don't know the wives.

I guess I always go for married men

'cause I can't get married again

'cause that five times married law,

so you know if they're attached,

then I know I can't fall in love.

That ain't true.

Willie told me what your sister told you.

I looked it up on the internet.

She was lying.

What?

Mm hm, she lied to you.

Ain't no such law in the state of Texas.

There's not?

Uh uh.

Well, fuck me running.

I'm sure someone has.

Why that little bitch.

You mean.

Fuck.

Shit.

Hell, I oughta drive over to Martha right now

and ring her neck.

Well, you're already packed.

Maybe now you can date somebody single.

Have faith in love again.

Find a good man, the marrying kind, and clean up your life.

Mm hm.

Yeah.

That's a good idea.

You're smart as a whip, Willie.

Well.

Oh shit.

Who the fuck am I fooling?

Who's gonna want a five times married

cocktail waitress failure?

She got a point.

Well, good luck, Rayleen.

Oh, here.

Keep smiling, Rayleen.

Willie.

I am so sorry that I fucked your husband.

It can't be.

It's too early.

Oh God.

Oh my God, it is.

It's JD.

What's he doing here so early? Shit.

Y'all, go out the backdoor.

Hurry.

I ain't going nowhere.

I ain't gonna let that son of a bitch hurt you again.

Please, LaSonia.

Go.

JD.

Hey, JD.

Shit.

Get up, get up.

Get in the house.

Get in the goddamn house now.

Well, well, well.

What do we have here?

Welcome to the hen house.

Bawk, bawk, bawk.

Cackle, cackle, cackle.

JD, what are you doing?

Shut up.

I see you're leaving town.

Nigger, get out of my house.

Oh, you don't scare me, bully man.

You don't scare me at all.

How 'bout now, huh?

Do I scare your big, black ass now, huh?

Well do I?

JD-

Shut that flapping trap of yours.

I got plenty to deal with you about.

Now, how you like it if I put a bullet

right through that nappy head of yours, huh?

And I'd get away with it, too,

because you are trespassing on my property.

JD. Shut up.

Shut the fuck up.

Now get out of my house and don't ever come back

or I will kill you dead.

Go.

Go on now.

Willie.

Willie.

Willie.

Oh Willie.

Stop it, stop it.

And don't even think about calling the law

'cause if I so much as hear a rent a cop,

I'm gon' shoot Willie and I'm gon' come back

and riddle you with bullets.

You fucking porch monkey.

Get in that trailer.

Get in the goddamn trailer now.

Don't do this, JD.

Don't do this.

Get in there.

Get in that house.

What the fuck are you looking at, whore, huh?

I'm looking at trailer trash.

That's exactly what I'm looking at.

Mean, white trailer trash.

Yeah, meet pot kettle, you're black.

You ain't gon' get away with this.

Oh yes I am.

Yes I fucking am.

Now, what'd she tell you, Willie, huh?

What this crazy bitch tell you?

What did this crazy fucking bitch-

She didn't tell me nothing, JD.

Whatever she told you is a goddamn lie.

She came onto me and I turned her down.

She threatened to tell you a pack of goddamn lies.

You're the liar.

Fuck.

You're a crazy motherfucker.

You're a son of Bible crazy motherfucker.

I'm sorry, Willie.

He is a damn liar and I am a horrible, horrible person,

but at least I know it.

Get the fuck out of my house.

Willie.

Go, go, go.

Get.

Get out of here.

Run, run.

You goddamn stupid waitressing whore.

Get on.

JD.

JD.

JD.

JD.

JD.

If you know what is good for you, you will be silent

and let me do the talking 'til I am done.

Oh God.

So.

You got yourself a job, did you?

Take off that thing.

That uniform thing. No.

Now.

- No. - Do it.

Take it off now.

Do it.

Oh, my arm.

Oh.

You didn't know I knew about these, did ya?

No, no.

No, no, no, JD.

There we go.

No.

No, no, no, no.

I told you no wife of mine is gonna work.

Look how you made me look when Rich's wife

stopped by the hub to bring him his lunch

and told me she saw you working at the Value Village

and I could lose my job having to leave early

to deal with your unsubmitting ass, Willadean.

Did you forget the Bible?

Did you forget your upbringing?

They which commit such things are worthy of death.

Romans 1:23.

Those are God's holy words, Willadean.

And you are worthy of death.

What about you, JD?

You committed adultery.

I know you did it.

- JD, I know you did it. - No, I did not.

Yes, you did.

No, I didn't.

I did not.

I know you did it.

You did it.

You did it.

I did not.

Just say it, say it, say it, say it.

All right, I fucked the bitch, but you drove me to it.

You drove me to everything.

You drove me to this.

You drove me to this.

I am keeping my job.

No, I told you no wife of mine is gon' work.

I'm keeping my job and I am moving up to St. Louis

- to be with my son. - Oh you are worthless.

You are a worthless piece of trailer trash

and ain't nobody gonna have you but me

'cause you are worthless.

I am worthless and you fucked her and then you fucked me.

This all started when you broke my TV.

That's when this all started.

You drove me to this.

I told you not to get a job.

I didn't even get to finish my lunch.

I love you so much, Willie.

And you gotta do what the Bible says so we can be happy.

Now clean yourself up.

JD.

JD.

What?

I'm so sorry.

Willie.

Oh my God.

My babies.

Don't just stand there.

Go get some help.

Get some help.

Oh Jesus.

My babies.

Willie.

My babies.

My babies.

My babies.

♪ Even in your darkest hour ♪

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♪ If you ♪

♪ Lord, if you ♪

♪ Just believe ♪

♪ Oh yes ♪

I am not gonna shrivel up and die.

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♪ Oh ♪

♪ So lost and lonely ♪

♪ Time move slowly ♪

♪ Feels like I'm dying a little each day ♪

♪ I let you control me ♪

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♪ Oh ♪

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