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I would like a one-way
ticket to Cane River, please.

Cane River? I don't believe
I've heard of Cane River.

Well, I'm not gonna [inaudible].

I'll get him to drop
me off on the way up.

- [inaudible]?
- Sure.

That'll be 16.75.

That's my baby!

How dare you knock my
hat off, man? Come on, huh?

- Well, now let me look at ya.
- Don't you look good!

Now ain't you just about
the prettiest little thing

I ever did see?

Little? What you
mean, "little?"

I'll have you know I am 5'10.

You all probably isn't
interested in your height.

Get out the way and
let me look at him!

Now, look at Granny. Just
as fine and healthy as ever.

Spin around, son.

Let me look at you.

Well, if that ain't something.

I just wanted to
see if that football

hadn't knocked
your booty off.

Boy, that Granny
will never change!

Still checking about his booty!

Hey, son!

- How you doing, man?
- Good, I'm good, man.

- It's old Blue here, man.
- Blue, Blue.

What's happening?
What's going on?

Listen, I'll check
with you tomorrow.

I wanna pick
up Saint, man.

That's all right, I'll
bring him over [inaudible].

No, man, a ride'll
do me some good.

- I'll be over there.
- Well, all right, then.

- I'll check you tomorrow.
- Okay, man.

- Dominique, you riding with me?
- Yeah, okay.

I'll see you
tomorrow, baby.

- Okay, okay.
- See you, bro.

Hey, I'll see
everybody later, okay?

- Okay, bye-bye.
- Bye.

All right. Bye, baby.

- Peter.
- Okay. Yeah, I got it.

All right.

Come on, come on.

Come on!

What you lookin' at me for?
Move your ass! Move!

Come on!

Blue! Blue! I just
seen Peter ride

across the the north pasture.
I think he's heading this way.

Yeah, he's coming
to get to get Saint.

Why don't you make yourself
useful and get him for me?

Move it!

- Bull!
- Yeah, Blue?

[inaudible] him
down for me, will ya?

Okay.

You sure didn't
forget how to ride, ah?

Good to see you, Blue.
What's happening, man?

Wish I could tell ya.

Ain't nothin' happening
around here except for

half the horses lame, and the
other half got the [inaudible].

What's happening with
you, brother Peter?

Nothing much, Blue.

Just trying to get my
head together, man.

Good to be back on Cane River,
I can tell you that much.

Good to be back in Cane River?

Man, you done been
halfway around the world

and you talkin' 'bout
you glad to be back here?

Yeah...

Hey, is that Bull
leading my horse?

Sure is.

- Look like his mama, don't he?
- Yeah, yeah.

Bull, what's happening?
Gimme five, man.

All right. How's the
girls treating ya, man?

- Or ain't you into girls yet?
- Man, are you kidding?

Little fella is a hound.

Man, I can hardly get him to
do a lick of work around here.

All he wants to do is
sniff after the little girls.

Hey man, he may
not look like you,

but he sure enough
acts like you, huh?

I guess you got a point there.

- Could I ask you a question?
- Sure, man.

Anything you
wanna know.

Is it true what I heard,
you ain't going into the pros?

Yeah, man, it's true.

The closest I'll get to the
pros is the prose I put down

with pencil on paper.

You mean they didn't ask you?
You weren't drafted?

No, man, they asked me.
I just wasn't interested.

You wasn't interested?
Why not?

- Oh...
- You said a question,

meaning one.

Now, run on over to the
house and fix some meat pies

so Peter can eat
'em on the way home.

Young man!
Young man!

- Are you here for the tour?
- Yes, ma'am.

Well, the tour has
already started,

but I can offer you either
to go in and see the movie

with the ladies and
then take the tour,

or I can give you a brief tour

while they're
watching the film.

- Well, how long is the film?
- 15 minutes.

I think I'll take
the short tour.

All right.

Well, we're start here
with the big house.

The big house was constructed
in 1833 by Louis Metoyer

who is the offspring of
Marie Therese Coincoin

and Pierre Metoyer.

Pierre Metoyer was a Frenchman,

Marie Therese was an African
woman who once was a slave.

They had 10 children
in 14 years.

We'll move along next
to the weaving house,

which is right
down here.

It also was constructed
in the early 1800s

and stands pretty
much now as it was...

As you can see, this is a loom.

Now, we can't say that this loom
was used on this plantation,

but we're certain that a loom
of this construction was used.

If you'll notice
the brown cotton,

brown is it's
original color.

Now, brown cotton
today is quite a rarity,

but in the 1700s, it was
plentiful and unpopular.

It was generally given in the
making of the slaves' clothes.

And that finishes
us in the loom room.

Now, we can go over
to yucca house.

Uh, ma'am?

You mind if I just kinda
wander and look at it

at my own pace?

There's so much more I'd like
to show you, but if you think

you'll see it all at your
pace, that's fine too.

- Okay, thank you, ma'am.
- Mm-hm, my pleasure.

Hi.

Have you been
standing there long?

No, not long.

Must be a good book,
you're really into it.

Yeah, it really is.

It's about this
place here, Melrose.

Are you here for a tour?

- Why? Are you a tour guide?
- Yes, I am.

Well, in that case
I've just been on tour.

- But I missed something.
- Oh, yeah? What was that?

What I missed was
you giving me the tour.

I'm certain you can add
something that Miss, uh,

What's-her-name never
could have contributed.

Well, Miss What's-her-name,
as you call her, Miss Jameson

is very good around here.

I mean, she really
knows this place.

Hi, I'm Maria.

How you doing, Maria?
My name's Peter.

So, are you from around here?

Well, in a way, yes.

I've been away, but I'm
originally from Cane River.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

I left to go away to
school but I'm back now.

I just got back yesterday,
as a matter of fact.

Hey, you know, I'm about to
go away to school myself.

- Come on, where are you going?
- Xavier, in New Orleans.

You know, I'll just be so
glad when I leave this place.

It's really dull.

I don't like it here myself.

Oh, well you're just saying
that because you just got back,

but you wait a minute.

You'll get tired of it
and you'll get bored.

People usually get bored
with themselves, Maria.

Well, excuse me.

- Hey look, you got the time?
- Yeah, I have it. 20 past three.

Oh God, I was supposed
to go and call my brother.

He's supposed
to pick me up 3:15.

Hey, Maria.
Hey, I can give you a ride.

It's all right,
you're in good hands.

- I'll be back.
- Okay, take your time.

Right back.

We've not officially met.
I'm June-Ann Jameson,

my husband and I are
the caretakers at Melrose.

It's a pleasure to meet you,
ma'am. My name's Peter Metoyer.

Oh, you are a Metoyer?
Why didn't you say so?

I would've loved to
introduce you to the ladies.

Well, thank you, ma'am.
That's a nice compliment.

May I ask you, are you waiting
for someone or something?

Yes, ma'am. I'm
waiting for Maria.

Oh, I see, Maria.

Maria's a very smart girl, that
girl. Caught on right away.

That brother of hers
is a different story.

He's got no respect.

He'll come to a bad end, I
bet you. Don't you think so?

I couldn't say, ma'am. I
don't even know the gentleman.

Of course you don't. You
Creoles are a different people.

You wouldn't associate
with the likes of him.

How did you meet Maria?

Miss Jameson, I'm what
you call an "abortionist."

You see, I performed
this abortion

on Maria's
cousin, Gladys,

who was actually
knocked up by this priest

over in Choochieville.

So Maria brought her
over to the stables

where I perform
the abortion,

and that's
how I met her.

In all my days, Mr. Metoyer, I
have never heard such a story.

Good day, Mr. Metoyer.

Hey, what you laughin' at?
What's so funny?

Oh, nothing. It's
just a personal joke.

You wouldn't
understand.

Oh, okay.

Well, looks like I'm gonna have
to take you up on that offer,

- he's gone.
- Well, good! Let's go.

We better head over in
that direction, okay?

Okay.

- Hey, wait a minute.
- Huh?

What you driving,
a Jeep?

Yeah, something
like that.

What you mean,
"something like that?"

I mean just what I said,
"something like that."

You ain't driving
a tractor, are you?

No, I ain't
driving no tractor.

Well, wait a minute,
wait a minute!

What you walkin'
so fast for?

Oh, I'm sorry. Just a habit
I picked up in New York.

Oh, yeah?
You lived in New York?

Lived there for a
couple of months.

Oh, I always wanted
to live in New York.

- I bet it's exciting.
- Hey, it sure is.

It's the greatest city
in the whole world...

- if you like cities.
- Yeah, well I like cities.

Hey, you didn't pick up
any of those bad habits?

I mean, you're not one
of those perverts, are you?

Do I look like a pervert?

Well?

Well...

I guess not.

Well, good. Let's go.
It's just over yonder, okay?

Okay.

Well, there's your ride.

- Horses?
- Yeah!

You're not afraid
of horses, are you?

- No, but I wasn't--
- Oh, come on.

No more excuses, then.

Now, hold tight
right here, all right?

Let me get him for you.

He's a very good
horse, now, all right?

- Are these your horses?
- Yeah, these are my horses.

Come on.

Okay, I want you to
stand right here, okay?

Put your left
hand right here.

Put your left
hand right here.

All right? Now, give me
your left leg and I'm gonna

throw you up on
three, all right?

Come on, now. One, two,
three, up!

- All right! How'd that feel?
- Okay.

Here, take hold of the reins.

I gotta put my feet
in these, though.

- All right.
- Oh, boy.

Here, take hold of the reins.
Don't worry now.

- Okay?
- All right.

You'll be all right.

Here, just hold tight,
I'll be right back.

How do I make him giddy-up?

Kick him in the sides.
[inaudible]

Hey, not now!
Pull back the reins!

Peter!

Peter!

How do you stop this thing?

Pull back on the reins!

That's a good horse!

He likes to run.

Yeah, and I guess
the joke's on me.

Yeah, I guess the
joke is on you, huh?

- So, you can ride, huh?
- Sure, I can!

I mean, after all, I'm
a country girl, ain't I?

My daddy had me on a horse
by the time I was three.

Anyway, what are you? Some type
of a horse trainer or something?

No, I'm not a horse
trainer. I'm a poet.

A writer.

Well, actually, I'm a farmer
aspiring to be a poet.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Well, that's kind of a weird
combination, don't you think?

No, I don't think so.

Hey, what's more poetic than
planting a seed

and watching it grow?

Hey, that's pure poetry.

Yeah, a poet, somehow...

I always picture a poet being
at some garret somewhere

with a bottle of wine,
sitting at a table, you know?

Drinking and getting drunk
and dying of consumption.

I guess most people have that
impression

about poets and writers.

People like, um...

Gil-Scott Heron or
Earth, Wind, and Fire,

they're the modern-day poets.

You know something, Maria?

I just realized something.

You're the first person
around here that I've told

that I'm a poet.

Oh, yeah? How come?

I don't know, I guess folks
around here won't understand

me wanting to be a poet.

That's pre-judging
people, ain't it?

You ain't prejudice, are you?

No, I'm not prejudice.

But you see, my situation
is kind of different.

You see, I was into sports
when I was in school.

And everybody thought
I was going to the pros.

I liked football especially.

I had all kinds of offers.

I was even drafted
by the New York Jets.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Well, what happened?

I don't know, Maria.

I just kind of changed my mind.

I didn't like the way
I was being treated.

I felt like a
ham on a hook.

Hell, these dudes, they
come into the locker room

and take my measurements
like I was-- like I was, uh,

some kind of specimen.

You know, a commodity!

Hey, you know the way they
talk about a prize bull.

Well, anyway, I didn't like it.

Besides, I wanted to
be a poet and a writer.

Well, did you tell them that?

No.

I guess I sort of
played with them.

You know, I let them
wine and dine me.

I told them I wanted
to think about it.

You know, they thought I was
holding out for the money.

In fact, some of
them still think so.

Yeah, and the sports
writers think I'm holding out

for a free agent status
so I can get more money.

Well, I don't know nothing about
football or anything like that.

Now, my brother,
he's a health nut.

He walks around all the time
with weights on his wrists

boxing in the air.

He used to have a life-sized
picture of Muhammad Ali

hanging in his room before
mama made him tear it down.

I don't care nothing about that.

And I don't care
nothing about football.

I think it's...

brutal. You know what I mean?

Anyway, I wann hear
one of your poems.

- Well...
- Come on.

Let me hear one of your
great poems, Mr. Peter.

Well, they're not
exactly great, Maria.

And they're more
like prose than poems.

Well, actually,
they're kinda lightweight.

- Oh, please.
- They're not really what you

call "serious poems" but like
most of them are love poems.

Quit the excuses.

[inaudible]

All right, here.

Oh, you've got a
whole book full of 'em.

Here, read that.

I was working on it this morning
riding over here on my horse.

It's a love poem that's
dedicated to the sun.

It's called "See
the Morning Sun."

I'm reading.

"See the morning sun...

bright up in the sky,
how I wish that I

could fly away...

fly to where the sun
never leaves the sky,

where the stars-filled
night cling like the day,

strolling through the woods,
dear, you and I will be there,

and no one would see
where we made love."

Ooh.

"Come, let's fly away,
to that brighter day,

let the palm trees sway
the whole day through,

fantasy is right here,

and I'm in paradise
here when I'm with you."

- You know something, Peter?
- What?

You're different.

- I like you.
- Come on.

- Sho' 'nuff?
- Sho' 'nuff.

Come on, let's go.

- [inaudible]
- Mm-hm?

So how's the food, bro?
Good?

It's good enough to make me
want to smack your mammy, girl.

- Tell.
- Mm-hm.

What did you say, boy?

Mama, I didn't say nothin'.

Now you're lying through
your teeth. What did you say?

Oh Mama, he didn't
mean anything.

He was just kidding by it.
That's all.

Girl, I don't need
you to defend me.

- I'm not stupid.
- Excuse me.

Excuse you.

Look, Mama, I'm sorry, I
won't say it no more, a'ight?

Now, girl, go get yourself a
plate like you got some sense.

- Wash your hands first.
- Yes, Mama.

I oughta make you take a bath.

You been riding
that old smelly horse

and God only
knows what else.

Well, what you waiting for?

I'm waiting for you to
tell me whether or not

I have to take
a bath, Mama.

Just sit your little fast tail
down and button up that blouse.

Look, don't be talkin'
smart to Mama, all right?

Boy, nobody even talking to you.
Why don't you stay out of it?

- Glad when I leave here...
- That makes two of us.

- Well, then we're even, then.
- All right, you two.

That's enough.

Oh, Mama, wasn't nobody
even talking to him.

He needs to mind
his own business.

Just get on my
nerves all the time.

What you lookin' at?

I'm not scared of you.
Ain't nobody scared of you.

Where you been all afternoon?

I was looking for you
to go make groceries.

Your brother went all the way
over to Melrose to fetch ya

and you weren't there.

I know, Mama, but there was this
boy and he had these horses

and he asked me if I wanted a
ride so I said "Okay."

And did you know this
"boy," as you call him?

No, ma'am.

Girl, you mean to tell me
you went riding with a boy

that you didn't even know?

No, Mama, I
didn't know him.

Mama, don't believe
that. She knows him.

Oh, why don't you shut
up? You're a liar!

Oh, you trying to tell
me you ain't never seen

this half-breed before?

No, I've never
seen him before.

And I don't want you
to see him again, Maria.

Now, do you hear me?

Why, Mama?
He's a nice guy.

Because he's a Metoyer,
that's why.

He's a Metoyer?

Well, so what if
he's a Metoyer?

Girl, you supposed to be so damn
smart, you don't know nothin'.

You've been reading that book
in there, The Forgotten People

was about the Metoyers,

and you don't know
what's wrong with him?

You big dummy.

What's he talkin'
about, Mama?

"What's he talkin'
about, Mama?"

Girl, you know, you
read, but you don't know

what you read.

I'll have you know I read
the book when you had it

over there by the couch,

and the little bit that I read
told me that them Metoyers

don't have no need, no
use for no folks like us.

- Bull.
- No, they ain't akin to us!

They say they're special.

Call themselves "The People."

And, uh, not only that,
they enslaved us, girl!

Man, that was over 200 years
ago! Who cares about that?

200 years ago?

Where's the book?
I'll show you!

It's at work. I
left it at Melrose.

Mama,
[inaudible], lyin'.

It says right there in
the front of the book,

[inaudible] I can't
quote it, right?

But it says right off that...

"Don't confuse these folks with
no niggas 'cause they ain't."

They're "Genedecolor"
or something like that

and they're not to be
confused with no niggas.

The right pronunciation of
the word is gens de coleur.

And if you-- and-- and-- it's
French for "colored people."

And who cares whether
or not he's a Metoyer?

I mean, how do you know
he's a Metoyer anyway?

Because the white woman
over at Melrose told me

when I went over
there to pick you up.

Tried to make it sound like
they were going together

- or something
- Lies! All you do is exaggerate.

You blow everything
all out of proportion!

I'm just telling you
what the woman told me!

The point is, Maria, I
don't want you to see

this Creole boy again.
Now, do you hear me?

Do you hear me, Maria?

Girl, I'm talking to you!
Do you hear me?!

Yes, Mama!

Good.

Now that we got this little bit
of business taken care of,

I'm going to my room.

Oh, body beautiful
boy's going to his room

to take care of his body.

Well, you oughta look after your
mind, brother, 'cause it's gone,

you hear me?

Look, girl, this body and
this mind is good enough

to help make enough money
to send you to college.

Nobody asked you to.

And anyway, I got a scholarship
because of my brains, brother!

That's more than we
can say about you!

You never even finished high
school, you gorilla head!

All right, Maria, that's enough!

Bitch.

I hope I haven't
kept you waiting long.

No, not too long.

I was just getting a little
nervous standing here, you know?

Well, the next time,
I'll be right on time.

Why were you so nervous?

Afraid I wouldn't show up?

No.

I just didn't want
my mama to see me.

She's usually downtown
around this time.

Well, so what if
your mama saw you?

She doesn't appreciate me
standing on the street corners

waiting for a boy.

Your mama's the old
fashioned kind, huh?

I guess you may say that.

Where are we going?

I haven't decided.

I was thinking about going
over to that new restaurant

by the reservoir.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

But I think we'll be
too early for that.

Maria. Is there something wrong?

Why didn't you tell me
you were a Metoyer?

Look, I think we better
sit somewhere and talk.

I don't like where this
conversation is going.

Is there something wrong?

Oh, everything.

The atmosphere in my house
is just crazy, you know?

My mama and my brother
are yelling and fussing

all the time.

And brother and myself, we
don't get along half as well

as we used to.

At least not before Pa died.

Oh, I don't know.
Maybe it's just--

Maybe it's just my going away to
school that's getting everybody

so upset.

Well, I got something
to be happy about.

Oh, yeah?

What's that?

But it don't have
nothing to do with me.

I wouldn't be too sure about
that, Peter, if I were you.

Well, what do I
have to do with it?

Well, you're a
Metoyer, aren't you?

I'm a Metoyer.
Yeah, I'm a Metoyer.

Now, what does being a damn
Metoyer have to do with it?

- Do you have to curse?
- Look, I'm sorry,

but what's wrong with having
a family name of "Metoyer?"

Your great-grandmother owned
the Melrose plantation, right?

As the story goes, that's true,

but that's about all
the story I know.

An African woman
who owned slaves.

Oh, no. She owned slaves?

No, she didn't own no slaves.

- She was a slave herself.
- Wrong.

Not about her being a
slave, because she was.

But she did own slaves.

Not only that, she owned
the biggest slave plantation

in these parts.

And your folks, the Metoyers,

they collaborated with
the Confederate Army.

And to make it even worse,
you Creoles down there

on Cane River?

You don't even
identify with us blacks.

Y-- y-- you think
you're something special.

You call yourselves "The People"
or something like that.

At least, that's
what my brother says.

Wait a minute!

Look, I don't know nothing about
what happened way back then.

Or my kinfolks owning
slaves or collaborating

with the Confederate Army.

But I do know when somebody
in my house yelled "colored

on television" back
when I was a kid,

everybody in my house
ran to see who it was.

- Big deal, Peter.
- Well, it was a big deal!

Hey, we were proud of Jackie
Robinson, Joe Louis,

Nat King Cole,
Johnny Mathis,

and all the black
folks who made it.

Now, I can't speak for
everybody on Cane River,

but that's how it
was in my family.

Well, what about those
people that didn't make it?

What about them?

Maria, we treated
everybody equally.

Everybody!

You know, my mama made me
promise I'd never see you again?

What?

Well, that's just
about the dumbest.

As a matter of fact, that's
about the dumbest thing

I ever heard of.

They don't want me to see
you because of something

that happened 200 years ago.

I guess that's why
I'm seeing you.

What?

I guess that's the
reason why I'm seeing you,

because it is
stupid, huh?

Yeah.

Where you getting this
information from, anyway?

From the book,
The Forgotten People.

The Forgotten People?

Who wrote the book?
Who's the author?

- Gary Mills.
- Come on, Maria. Let's go.

Where we going?

I'm gonna see if we
can find this book.

I wanna see what he's saying.

Okay, wait a minute.
Let me get my purse.

How much further to the car?

There it is right there.

This is it?

Yeah, this is it!

What are you
expecting, a Porsche?

Sure, why not?

Any more surprises?

Just move those beer cans over.

Uh, excuse me. Is this
truck air-conditioned?

- Of course it is!
- Good.

Just keep the
windows rolled down.

Jesus...

Well, where should we go now?

Well, I was thinking maybe
we can go horseback riding.

Hey, great! Let's go!

Well, we can't go now, Peter.

It's too late. And I
have to be home in an hour.

By the time we got to Cane
River and saddle up the horses,

it would just be too late.

Hey, maybe we can do
it another time, huh?

But you do have time to take
a drive with me, don't you?

Well, don't you?

- Yeah, sure.
- Great, let's go.

Okay.

You know, I love to go riding.

I love the feeling of movement.

Just be glad when
I get out of here.

But, in the meantime, I
guess I might as well make

the best of it, right?

Right.

Let's go!

My family has a piece of
property on the Cane River

that's in dispute.

- I wanna take a look at it.
- Oh, yeah?

I just love the smell
of the country.

You know what one of
my favorite smells is?

No, but I can imagine.

Horseshit mixed with hay.

I just love that smell.

I figured it would be
something like that.

Well, what's happened
to the house?

I betcha that bastard
tore it down.

That son of a bitch.
That bastard!

You should've seen that house.
It was beautiful!

Peter, do you have
to curse all the time?

What do you mean?

I'll curse any
damn way I want to.

Hey! That's my land!

What's this thing you
got about cussing anyway?

Well, you better get used to it
because you'll probably major

in it when you go to college.

Hey, that's where I
learned how to cuss.

I'm sorry. I'm just
so damn angry.

You anger easily, don't you?

No, I don't.

But how would you react
if you just learned that you

and your family
just lost $150,000.

You'd be shocked and
angered too, wouldn't you?

I'd be shocked to know that
my family had $150,000 to lose.

Maria, that was my land!

This is where I grew up!

That's where my
house used to be!

This was my front yard
where we used to play!

That house over there?

That's where the people that
used to work our land lived!

That son of a bitch Hagen.

His conscience was bothering him
and he probably couldn't stand

to drive by and look at it so he
tore the son of a bitch down!

I know Peter, but it's
over now. Let's go!

Bullshit!

Can we leave now?

Yeah, let's go.

Thanks for the ride.

I'm really sorry about your
[inaudible], okay?

Hey, that's all right, no
problem.

I'll see you later.

Hey, look.

Give me a call.

- Okay?
- Okay.

I'm listed.

Hey, that sounds good. I will.

Maria Mathis.

- Got that?
- I got it.

- Bye.
- See you later, Maria.

Bye-bye!

Come on, Dominque. You know
I don't like. Would you quit?

Hey, I bet if it was someone
else doing it,

you would like it.

Maybe.

Who was that lady you were
seen with in the park today?

I'm talking about the same lady
who was seen riding my horse

the day before yesterday.

Hey, that was my horse, Saint.
That wasn't yours.

Hey, bookworm, do you
know you're being watched

by every eligible
bachelorette in town?

Not only that, but
they've got spies.

Hey, I didn't know I
was on The Dating Game.

Well, you had better know it,
big brother, because you are.

Not only that, but you're
a celebrity contestant.

Since you've been back,
I've gotten more phone calls

from girlfriends
I never knew I had.

I'm telling ya, that phone
has been ringing off the hook.

You've got a witness
to that, child.

And half the phone calls
have been for you, Daddy!

Since Mama passed,
they've been eyeing Daddy.

I'm telling you, my men have
made me the most popular girl

in Natchitoches Cane River.

And [inaudible] is not
doing too bad herself.

No grass growing
under my baby's feet.

You know, Peter...

this is the first night
she's been home in a month.

Hey, I know.

She's not getting
her proper rest,

she's getting bags under her
eyes, and if she keeps it up,

she's gonna break
by the age of 30.

Pretty soon, she's gonna be
looking like an old woman.

Uh, what's that book
you're reading, Peter?

The Forgotten People.

Is it a good book?

She's not interested
in your book, Peter.

She just wants to
change the subject.

Well, to answer your
question, my dear sister,

the documentation is fantastic,

but I question some
of the conclusions.

Hmm, The Forgotten People.

That's right,

that's about Marie Therese.

You know, I started reading that
book when it first came out,

but it was boring to me.

'Course, I've never
been big on history.

But this is your history.

This is about our family.

So was American
history my history,

but I'm not into that either.

Well, what good is it
gonna do me anyway?

Answer me that question.

Number one...

you've got to know where you've
been to know where you're going.

Come on, now, Peter,
those are just words.

- Give me an example.
- An example.

Let's see...

Well, according to this book,

in 1750, the Metoyer family
owned 17,000 acres of land.

That was during slavery time.
We were freed slaves.

That was the most difficult
time for the colored race,

but we did it against all odds.

Hey, we knew the value of land,

because we were taken
away from our land.

Your great-grandmama,
Marie Therese Coincoin,

she knew the value of land,

because she was kidnapped
from her land in Africa.

So she worked, she schemed,
connived, and even lied.

And some people even
killed or would have killed

to keep their land.

But today, because we
don't know our own history,

we don't know the value of land,

or the importance of owning it.

And we're letting it slip
right through our hands.

Ain't that right, Pa?

Well, I don't know
about that Peter,

because you can be what
is known as "land poor."

I know but only if it's
non-productive land.

But that's beside
the point, Peter.

I see the direction
you're heading in.

Look, why don't you
say what's on your mind?

I hope you didn't go to
college to learn how to

beat around the bush.

Because if you did, you're
wasting your education.

You're talking about Ana Bell's
property, right?

Yeah, that's correct.

Well, I want you to know we
did everything in our power

to keep that land.

We went to court,
but we lost the case.

That's all, we lost.

But how can you
win when the lawyer,

who stole the land from a lady
who was clearly out of her head,

happens to be a
relative of the judge?

- You can't win a case like that.
- Yes, you can.

You can take it
to a higher court.

Well, if you had gone to school
to be a lawyer instead of a poet

or a writer or whatever
you call yourself,

maybe we could afford to
take it to a higher court.

Well, you finally said it.

You finally said what you've
been thinking all along.

No, I ain't been thinking
it all along, Peter.

But since you brought it
up, that's what I reckon.

Listen, I just want
to say one thing:

the job of a poet, a writer,
you can make things clear.

Well, I want to make one thing
perfectly clear right now.

I'm gonna fight for that land,
and I'm gonna get it back.

You've got every right to,
son, and I wish you luck.

I ain't talking about luck, Pa.
It's about willpower!

Speaking about willpower,
is there any more

of that ice cream left?

Yes, son, there's
some in the kitchen.

- You know something, Peter?
- Huh?

Come on.

- Come over here.
- Yeah.

- You know something?
- Huh?

I haven't been this peaceful
since my before my daddy died.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I mean, we used to take
long walks and stuff.

He used to take us
horseback riding.

He loved nature, you know?

When do you think
we'll do it again?

What?

When do you think
we'll do it again?

I don't know.

Probably not for a while.

I have to go into New Orleans
the day after tomorrow.

You know I have to
register for school

and I have a
job interview.

- Yeah.
- And, uh...

when I come back, the
Hillises are going out of town

and I have to stay at
Melrose for a couple of days.

Can you imagine anybody
going out of town

on a Founders Day
weekend?

That's the busiest weekend of
the year around here!

You know I can't believe it.

But you know, isn't
that a coincidence?

Because the day after tomorrow,

I'll be going to
New Orleans also.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah!

I've got to go to the Emergency
Land Relief Fund office

and take care of some business.

- Hey, what's today's date?
- 25th.

The 25th...

Hey, that's just great, because
on the 27th, my cousin's having

a birthday party at their
country place in Lacombe.

- Right outside of New Orleans!
- Isn't that a coincidence?

Oh, Maria, wait 'til you see it.
The place is laid.

Lakefront property. You're gonna
love it.

And since you're gonna
be going to New Orleans,

it'll be good for
you to meet 'em.

They're real nice people, Maria.

Besides, I got some
business I wanna take care of.

And this'll give me the
chance to stay a little longer.

Hey, yeah! We can leave
on the morning of--

- Wait a minute...
- Stop over in Lacombe,

stay overnight, and go
into town the next day.

Wait, hold your horses.

I said "I" had to
go into New Orleans,

- not "we."
- But Maria, we can go together.

I'll drive you down, okay?

I don't think it's
all that simple, Peter.

I don't think my mama's
gonna go for that.

Look, Maria, we'll
work something out

with your mama, okay?

- Oh, we will, huh?
- Yup, we will.

- Just like that.
- Just like that.

Yup, just what I said,
just like that.

You're crazy.

Come on, we better get
out before it starts raining.

- It looks real bad.
- Yeah.

Okay, brother,
thanks for the ride!

See ya!

Hey, you can get up now.
We're out of town.

I can't believe it.

Freedom, freedom, free-dom!

Free at last,
free at last,

thank God almighty,
I is free at last!

You know that old
negro spiritual?

No, afraid not.

In fact, I don't know
nothing about no spirituals.

Hey, I'm Catholic, remember?

Oh, boy.

You Catholics are so square.

You all just ain't got no soul!

I need to take you to my
church so you can really

get some spirit.

Hey, I don't know
about that now.

Hey, I go to St. Augustine's
Church, erected in 1790

by Augustine Metoyer,

- my great-great-grandfather.
- My great-great-grandfather.

I know, I read the book.

Yeah, okay, that is true.

But I'll tell you what,
I'll make you a deal.

What?

I'll go to your church
if you go to mine.

'Cause there's something
there I want you to see.

Is it a deal?

It's a deal.

- Shake?
- Yeah.

All right.

Is this Lacombe?

Yeah, we're in Lacombe now.

It's not too much
further to the house.

- Oh, it's not?
- No.

Here we are.

Yeah!

Well, this is it.

What do ya think?

Fab-u-lous.

I like it.

Hey, you know, when I was in
school, this was my second home.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Hey, this is uncle
Lerock's house.

- The main house.
- The big house.

You see that house over there?

That's where I used to stay.

- Slave quarters, huh?
- No.

That's sort of like the family
house where all the kids

stayed and partied.

Oh, yeah, I can dig that.

Oh, Peter, I just can't believe
black folks own all of this!

- And these are your kinfolks?
- Yeah!

- For true?
- Yeah,

well, like uncle Lerock is
married to my mama's sister.

- Hey, you know what?
- What?

Doesn't seem like
anyone's around.

Hey, let's go over to the other
house and change clothes.

Maybe we can have some fun
before everyone else

arrives for the party.

Well, just what you
have in mind?

- Hey, you brought a swimsuit?
- Of course I did!

I stay prepared.

Hey, if not, I probably
can find you one.

No need, I have my own.

Smart girl. I knew
you were smart.

- How you know?
- 'Cause!

- 'Cause what?
- Miss What's-her-name told me.

Miss Jameson, nut!

Come on, let's go.

You know, this
is gonna be nice.

I know.

I can't wait to
get in the water!

Hey, Maria!

- Come on!
- All right!

Let's go.

Okay, okay, okay!

- Well, all right.
- Well, all right.

- You like what you see?
- Do babies like milk?

Well, just remember:
look... but don't touch

and keep your hands
off of the merchandise.

Hey, I wanna touch your mind and
your heart because after that,

your body will be mine.

What makes you so
sure of that, huh?

You think you're so sure
of yourself, don't you?

I guess you can say that.

Well, you may be in
for a big surprise.

Hey, I hope so.

Come on, I'll race
you to the pool.

- Ready?
- All right.

As a special treat to Peter
and his lovely lady, Maria,

I'd like to do a song
called "My Song of Love."

Peter!

Oh, there you are. Hey!

What were you gonna do, let
me sleep the whole morning?

I wanted you to get
your beauty rest.

- Ah, did I get it?
- Yeah.

What you doing up so early?

- What you doin'?
- I'm just doing some thinking.

Oh yeah?

What about?

Have you ever
thought about going

to Northwestern University?

- In Nacatoch?
- Yeah!

- Hell no!
- Maria, you're cursing!

I can't help it. I
get that from you.

Now, I may have to stop
hanging around with you.

I'm picking up all
your bad habits.

It's nice.

Hey, well have you?

Why would you ask me that?

Of course not!

I'm going to Xavier,
you know that!

I mean, that's
where I want to go.

That's what my mama wants me to
do and I wanna do it for her.

Maria, you gotta learn
to forget about your mama.

You're a grown woman.

Do something on your
own for a change.

Peter...

I'm going to Xavier.

You know, I mean why would
I wanna go to Northwe--

I'm getting out of here!

I gotta get away from Nacatoch
and-- and brother and mama...

I gotta make something
of myself, Peter.

And I can't do that in Nacatoch.

Maria, hey, you can
learn to live in a dorm.

Hey, I want you.

I need you.

Maria, I love you.

No, living in a dorm
is not gonna stop

the long arm of the law.

It's not gonna stop Mama.

Maria, you gotta forget
about your mama.

Hey, I love you.

I love you too, Peter.

Will you marry me?

Why are you doing this to me?!

I don't know.

I just don't know.

- Hey!
- Huh?

Is that the Superdome?

That's the
Superdome right there.

- It's nice.
- Hey!

What's that?

Boy...

I bet you have everything
in this book, huh?

Just about everything.

You know...

that's one of my many notebooks.

Most of it is poetry and prose.

You know, Maria, there's
one I especially like in it.

Which one is that?

Well, I guess I like it
because I finally finished it

after a year and half.

You know, I work on something,
get stuck, put it down,

and go back to it later on.

Can I read it?

Of course you can.

Oh yeah, hey, read "Deep
in the City," all right?

Then we're gonna check out
New Orleans as we drive in.

Right on.

- Hey, Maria.
- Huh?

Hey, we're gonna ride through
the French Quarter, okay?

Right on.

- This is Xavier!
- Yup.

I can't believe it.

I've waited years to
get here, you know that?

Years to come only 300
miles away from home.

I've waited years to get here.

You know, were right, too.

It's a beautiful campus.

Well...

here we are.

Hey, now you sure
you're gonna be all right?

I'm sure I'm gonna be all right.

Hey...

I'm gonna meet you at Jackson
Square at 12-o'clock noon,

- right?
- All right, sounds good.

Okay.

Hey, you take it
easy, all right?

- All right.
- I'll see you there.

- Ciao.
- All right, baby, bye-bye.

Mr. Metoyer,

you're here to see
me about your...

Aunt Bell's estate,
is that correct?

That's correct,
Ana Bell's property.

Now, since our last telephone
conversation, I've had time

to do some brief research.

And based upon my research,
I'm cautiously optimistic.

Uh, I would, however, like to
ask you a few more questions.

How old was your Aunt Bell
at the time she made this will?

Ana Bell was, uh, in her 80s.

Now, I understand, also,
that your aunt had manifested

some rather strange behavior
at times in her life,

is that correct?

Well, it was a known
fact that she was crazy.

I mean, uh...

she used to live in the
same house with 20 dogs,

and she never left the property.

I mean, everybody in the whole
community knew she was insane.

Now, I understand further that
she gave all of her property

to a lawyer, is that correct?

No, she didn't give her property
away, a lawyer stole it

from her.

Now, what was her relationship
with this lawyer?

Oh, she had no relationship.

Well, I do not believe
that your aunt had

the testimentary capacity with
which to make the will

at the time.

And based upon that, I think
that if we're willing to fight,

we can recover this
land for your family.

Uh, I might add that I'm always
very pleased when black people

come to see me seeking to
reclaim their family's land,

because we are now losing land
in this country at the rate

of 1,000 acres a week,
and at that rate,

if it continues, within
the next 15 to 20 years,

black people will not have
enough land to count.

I'm really cautiously optimistic
and I think if we fight

on this thing,
we're going to win,

so stay strong and I will
continue to do my part of it.

Okay, thanks for
coming to see me.

Thanks a lot, Mr. Elie.

- Take care of yourself.
- Thank you very much.

- Peter!
- Hey!

- Hi.
- Hey, come on, sit down.

- How you doing?
- Great, I had a fabulous day.

- Guess what.
- Huh?

I registered for school,

and then when I was walking
in the French Quarters,

I passed this little boutique.

And I talked to
the guy about a job!

And he told me I might
be perfect for the job,

so he said he's gonna call
me about a week from now.

Fantastic! Let's celebrate!

No no, not so fast.

I haven't gotten
the job yet, right?

Hey, that sounds
good enough for me.

- Let's go!
- No, no.

How was your day?
That's what I wanna hear.

How were things at
the lawyer's office?

Well, that worked
out pretty good.

- They're gonna take the case.
- Oh, are they?

Now, the research,
that's another story.

- Hey, I looked up Melrose.
- Oh.

And the only thing other than
Forgotten People was a book

on plantations in Louisiana.

Oh.

And all they talked
about was Cami Henry.

Made no mention of Marie
Therese or Augustine Metoyer,

the founders and
builders of Melrose.

You know, Maria, that
sort of thing pisses me off.

I know.

They should at least give
credit where credit is due.

You know, Miss Cami Henry
didn't own the property

until over 100
years later.

You know, I'll tell you:

black folks don't
stand a chance.

We can't even get credit
where credit is due.

Peter, that's past now, okay?

Let's forget that.

Hey, listen! I'm hungry.

Will you take me for lunch?

Well, it's a surprise.

I'm game!

Hey, let's go. I wanna
surprise you, okay?

- Let's go.
- Come on.

If you see her, would you please
have her to call her mother?

That's right.

Thank you. Bye-bye.

Brother!

Brother!

- Come here! I wanna talk to you!
- Yes, ma'am.

Put this over on the
dresser for me, baby.

What's wrong with you?

That sister of yours.

You know, I told her since she
was a little girl to always call

me when she arrived where
she was supposed to be going.

Getting worried about her, son.

Now, I called Xavier.

Oh, she registered, all right.

But she's not staying
at that dormitory

like she's supposed to.

I'm telling you, I'm so
worried about that girl.

Oh, Mama, don't worry about
her. You know how she is.

She hates to call anyway.
She forgets.

She gets so caught up in
what she's doing, she--

she just forgets, that's all.

What time is she supposed
to be coming in tomorrow?

Eight.

I want you at that bus
station for 7:30, you hear me?

- 7:30?!
- 7:30!

Now, give me that phone. I've
got one more phone call to make.

I'm gonna miss part of the game.

Dominique.

Dominique, wake up.

Oh, why, Peter?

You tired, huh?

Yeah, I'm tired.

You must've went out
again last night, huh?

Wrong.

While you were
down in New Orleans,

I've been around here working
on this garden all day.

Dominque, this is Maria.

- Maria, Dominique.
- Hi.

Hi.

Hey, where's Paul at?

Uh, he's in the back working
on one of them tractors.

Well, you talk to Maria
while I go see Paul, okay?

Okay.

- Okay?
- Okay. Bye-bye.

- Sit down, Maria.
- Thank you.

Always busy. Don't
you ever sit down?

Farmer's work is
never done, son.

Tell me,

how are things in New Orleans?

Well, they're
gonna take the case.

Fine.

How about the other case?

What other case?

The case you're going to
have with that girl's mama

when she gets her
hands on you, Peter.

Paul, what you talking about?

I'm talking about that girl you
left out of here with, Peter.

Her mama's fixing to kill you.

She don't want you messing
with her daughter's education.

She don't want her
daughter messing with no boy

from Cane River.

Now, there's a picture
of Peter when he was three.

Didn't he have a
funny-looking head?

No, I don't think so.

Looks kind of cute to me.

Now, the rest of this picture
book is dedicated to football.

Seems like after three,
it was all football.

- Football all the way.
- Yeah.

You know he talks a
lot about his football,

but it's mostly his
poetry I'm interested in.

You know, he writes
some beautiful poems.

You know, it was a big
decision my brother made,

not going into the pros.

It was a difficult decision,
and I respect him for it.

He's really an all right guy.

Yeah.

You know, I'm beginning
to think so myself?

You, uh, into football, Maria?

Me? Oh, no.

I think it's a brutal,
cruel sport myself.

The closest I'll ever get to
football is being a cheerleader.

You know, jumping up and
down, ra-ra-ra, all of that?

Paul, if she wants her daughter
so far away, why don't she act

like it and stay out of
her daughter's business?

Maria's a grown woman.

Where'd you go to high school?

Nacatoch Central.

- Really?
- Uh-huh.

- What year did you graduate?
- '75.

What year did you finish?

Oh, uh, I-- I finished
a few years before that.

Oh.

That's none of
my business, Peter.

You know with all the girls
around here in Cane River,

you've got to go to
Nacatoch and get you one.

You live around here?

Nacatosh.

Are you Catholic?

No, I'm not. I'm Baptist.

I attend First Baptist
Church of Nacatoch,

I live at 1695 Mulberry,

I was born March 6th,
1958, at 4:40 in the morning,

now that makes me a Pisces.

I weighed seven pounds,
two ounces at birth,

I use Crest toothpaste, I
brush my teeth twice a day,

I don't drink, I don't smoke,

and my cycle
comes every 21 days.

Now, does that answer
all your questions?

- Yeah, I think it does.
- Good.

I swear, I'll never
understand you, boy.

No, maybe you won't.

- Come on, carry this bag.
- It's your bag, you carry it.

Man, please, come on, brother.

- You're so good for nothing...
- That's right, that's right...

- Hi, Mama.
- Hi, baby.

- You miss me?
- I missed you a whole lot.

- How was your trip?
- Oh, it was fine.

- I had a good time.
- Where you been at, Maria?

New Orleans.

Well, I know you've
been in New Orleans,

but where did
you stay, baby?

- In New Orleans, Mama.
- With whom?

Well, there were
these people, you know,

and they stay in Lacombe.

Maria...

where did you stay?

I just told you, Mama.

Maria, talk to me, baby, okay?

- Talk to Mama.
- Mama, I just told you already.

Who did you stay with, Maria?

I told you, there were
these people in Lacombe

and I stayed with them.

Stayed with these
people in Lacombe.

That's my baby.

My baby.

I love you.

- Love you too, Mama.
- Mm.

And I want you to
tell me the truth.

I'm gonna ask you
one more time, okay?

Who did you stay with?

Mama, I stayed
with, uh, with Peter.

You stayed with Peter?

- You stayed with Peter?!
- Yes, Mama.

Why, Maria? Why?!

Well, they were his people.

I mean, they were
his people, Mama.

- Maria, why?!
- Mama, I didn't--

You act like I did--
I didn't do anything!

Why?! Didn't I
raise you right, girl?!

- Didn't I raise you right?!
- Mama, I didn't do nothing!

Jesus Christ, you
stayed with Peter?!

All my life, I've been working
to try to put you to school

and you stayed with Peter?!

I don't wanna hear that again.

No, you don't wanna hear it.

Of course you
don't wanna hear it!

Turn around and look at me girl!

Do you think I have slaved
all my life so you could go

to college for you
to stay with Peter?!

Mama, I didn't do anything!

You act like I'm a child!

- Of course...
- I'm 22 years old, Mama!

- I'm 22 years old!
- Mm-hm.

Yes, you know how to
take care of yourself.

I know how to take
care of myself, right.

- Maria...
- I'm not you, Mama.

And I'm not gonna
be like you, Mama.

And you can't run my life!

I'm grown!

I can handle my
own affairs, Mama.

Don't you understand
that, Mama?

Do you love him, baby?
Do you love him?

- Do you love him?
- Yes, Mama.

He's a Creole.

You cannot see this boy
because he is a Creole.

You are nothing to him!

Mama, what's wrong
with being a Creole?

Nothing to him! You are
something for him to use!

Don't you understand?

There are a million Marias
out there and he loves you.

Hell, he loves you!

I didn't raise a fool! At
least I thought I didn't.

Nobody's talking to you!

At least I thought I didn't.

- God, I worshipped you.
- Mama, what--

why do you keep
going through this?

Keep going through what?!

- He does not love you, Maria.
- You don't know that, Mama.

- You don't even know him
- He cannot love you.

He cannot love you. He cannot--

Just because he's
a Creole, Mama?

Just because he's a Creole?

You are not his type, darling.

You are something he
uses and throws away.

- Don't you know that?
- He's different, Mama.

Oh...

Maria, I was young.

Maria, I was raised here.

That was then, Mama!

Maria, all those were different!
All of them, do you hear me?!

They were all different, Maria!

I was so lucky to
have found your father,

don't you understand?

And still, then, I laid at night

wondering if I could have
done better with my life.

I loved him,

but I wondered if I could
have done better with my life.

Maria, you have
got to understand.

I can't be blamed for that.

Nobody's blaming you.

I'm not trying to blame you. I'm
not trying to blame you, Maria.

Please understand, I'm
not trying to blame you.

I'm trying to
make you see, Maria.

Don't you understand?
I'm trying to make you see!

Maria, please, just promise me.

Four years!

Four years, and if he's really
for you Maria, he'll be there.

Just give me four years.
Maria, please...

I'm not gonna
promise you that, Mama.

Maria!

- You're late.
- I know it.

But can I help it if you
Catholics wake up early

on Sunday?

For Baptists, it's a day
of rest, and that means

we sleep late.

Shh Peter, be quiet!
Church is in service!

I'm sorry, darling.

See that painting?

That's my proof.
That's Augustine Metoyer.

A grand-pere. One of
Marie-Therese's sons.

He was one of the
builders of this church.

It was the first
church in this area.

I know, Peter. I read
the book, remember?

Okay, but look, let me
make my point, okay?

My family and a lot of kinfolks
around here raised $2,000

to buy that painting back.

And if we wanted to
deny what we were,

we would have bought that
painting back and destroyed,

not hang it up for all to see.

There's no denying
what that dude is.

He is obviously
of African descent.

The Forgotten People
implies that we feel

no kinship to
black people,

yet we hang a picture of
a black man in the entrance

of our church.

Do you see where
I'm coming from?

Yes, I see.

- Can we go now?
- Yeah, sure, sure.

Do you fish?

Yeah, I fish. I hunt also.

I can cook, wash my own clothes,
and straighten up my own house.

Hey, I can pull me own weight.

I'm not a chauvinist.
I've reformed.

And I'd do it all
because I love you.

And I want to make you happy.

So I can watch you smile.

Right.

It always starts off that
way, doesn't it, Peter?

I bet you that's the
same thing Pierre told

your grandmother,
Maria Therese

when he ran off 14 years later
and left her with 14 kids.

Is that what you
would do, Peter?

Is that what you would do?
Run off and marry some--

some high yellow Creole
chick from Cane River?

No.

Of course I wouldn't.

No.

Of course you wouldn't.

That's the same thing my
daddy told my mama, you know?

But your daddy died, he
didn't leave your mama.

It's the same thing, isn't it?

He's dead!

He's gone, and we
don't have him anymore.

Mama...

she didn't know
nothing, you know.

He told her she didn't
have to know nothing,

and all she had to do was-- was
know how to love and care

for him and the family.

Mama was reduced to...

cleaning white folks' kitchens.

And Brother...

he lost his hero.

He was gonna be somebody.

He was gonna be somebody.

He beat you in the
'76 championship.

Brother?

Mathis, that's right.

Yeah, I remember him.
The half-back.

The football player, Brother.
Brother's your brother?

Yeah.

He's my brother.

He was gonna be somebody.

I ain't never gonna
depend on some man, Peter.

I'm not gonna be like Mama.

I'm gonna-- I'm gonna
make something of myself.

And depend on me!

Because the only person you
can depend on is yourself.

I'm gonna get away from here.

I'm gonna get aw-- away,

as far away from here
and you as possible.

I want you to call me as soon as
you get there, you hear, Maria?

Yes, Mama.

Baby, I'm so proud of you.

Don't cry, Mama.

Are you sure you have
everything, huh, Maria?

- Yes, Mama.
- Driver's license, everything.

Brother, what's happening?

- How you doing, man?
- Doing, man, I'm doing.

What's happening with you?

Same thing, just working on
my daddy's farm, you know.

How you making out, man?
You doing something?

- Yeah, I'm over at the hatchery.
- That's all right...

Mrs. Mathis, how you
doing, Peter Metoyer.

I heard so many
things about you.

- Hello.
- Okay. Maria?

Peter...

Well...

don't expect to see you again.

This is goodbye.

I hope you understand
what I mean. It's just that...

I have a whole new life now.

There's a great big world out
there for me and I wanna see it.

I just can't settle for washing
and cleaning and raising babies.

I gotta make
something of myself.

So this is goodbye.

- Yeah, but maybe we can--
- [inaudible] for Alexandria,

Baton Rouge, New Orleans.

We can't do nothing, Peter.

- We can't do anything.
- There's your bus, baby.

I mean goodbye.

We'll send the rest
of your things later.

Brother, get her suitcase.

Dear Peter, I love you
and I will miss you.

I have always loved you
in my mind and in my heart.

I'm going away to get stronger

so that our love
can last forever.

I love you, darling.

Hey, I'll call you as soon
as I get to New Orleans, okay?

Yeah!