All language subtitles for The.Fugitive.Kind.1960.Criterion.1080p.BluRay.x265.HEVC.FLAC-SARTRE.eng

[judge] Tell the clerk your name.

- Xavier.
- With an "X" or an "S"? [clears throat]

I told you before,
but you just don't remember me.

[judge] I remember you though.

You're also known as "Snakeskin."

Now, Xavier, will you give a ‒
an account to this court

of the precise offense
that led up to your arrest, huh?

Well ‒ [exhales]

My, uh ‒

My guitar was in hock

down at the South Rampart Street pawnshop.

It was on display in the, uh ‒
in the loan shark's window.

And, uh, you know,
that's my life's companion.

- And ‒
- Are you drunk?

No. Just ‒

[sighs] I'm tired.

You want to rest for six weeks
in the house of detention?

No, sir. I don't want to do that.

My, uh, guitar was in hock, and, uh ‒

And, uh, it was the first time in my life.

And, uh ‒ Uh, you know,
it gave me a real bad feeling.

And, uh, well, I ‒
I can't explain it to you,

but everybody has something
that's very important to them.

And with me, it's my guitar.

And, uh, you know, it was a ‒
a gift from a very, uh ‒

a very great man, Leadbelly.

I ain't askin' no questions
about your guitar.

What happened the night
before the party was raided?

Well, I had to find some way to, you know,
get my guitar out of hock.

So, uh, I ran into Charlie Five.

Charlie who?

Uh, well, his name is, uh ‒

- [snaps fingers]
- Cinq. Charlie Cinq.

But they call him Charlie Five
because "cinq" means "five" in French,

and you can hit on him for five bucks
if you really need it.

And, uh, so he came up to me

and approached me in the Starlight Lounge.

That was, uh, about 6:00 that day.

In the p.m.

And, uh, he came up and approached me
and, uh, offered me the job.

What job?

Well, I thought you already knew
about the job.

You know, the court could hear you better
if you'd hold your head up when you talk.

I am.

What'd he ask you to do?

He asked me to, uh ‒ uh ‒

Well, he wanted me
to entertain at this party,

and I told him my guitar is in hock.

He says, "It doesn't matter.
You don't need your guitar."

And, uh, he says,
"All you gotta do is just,"

you know, "be part of this"...

you know, "party."

Mm. He offered to pay you
for takin' part in this party,

which was raided tonight
in the premises of Bourbon Street

over the Club Rendezvous, huh?

Is that it?

Yeah.

And you started this disturbance
at this party, huh?

Yes, sir, I did.
I just, uh ‒ I was fed up.

I got disgusted. I was sick, and, uh,

I felt like my whole life
was something sick on my stomach,

and I just had to throw it up.

So I threw it up.

And, uh...

I started to bust up the joint.

You smashed up the place.

Yeah.

Well, Snakeskin, if I let you go,

how soon can I expect you back here again?

Oh, I'm never comin' here again.

I'll never be down here again, Your Honor.

Uh ‒

It's about time for the, uh ‒

the pawnshop to open there
on South Rampart Street.

And I'm goin' down there
and get my guitar out of hock,

and I'm gonna split out of this city and ‒

and, uh, well, for good.

And all that, you know, bunch ‒

all the people that know me
or thought they'd known me,

never gonna see me again.

And, uh, well ‒

And I ‒ I'm all through
with those parties too.

And that's the truth.

That's the truth.

[birds chirping]

[thunder rumbling]

[engine stalls]

[dogs barking in distance]

[woman] Eddie? Eddie?

Ed ‒ Oh.

I ‒ I thought you were that boy
that broke out of the lockup.

No, ma'am.
My car quit on me down the road,

and this is the only lighted window
I seen, and ‒

Well, my husband's Sheriff Talbot.
He's out with the posse,

tracking down that poor boy.

Yes, ma'am.

Your ‒ Your car quit on you?

- That's right, ma'am.
- Oh.

Come in.

[Mrs. Talbot] Oh.

Well, I ‒

I don't know who to call at this hour.

Well, I, uh ‒ I'm just looking
for a little dry place to sleep, ma'am.

I don't need a bed or nothin'.

Just a little ‒ little dry place.

If it wouldn't make you too nervous,
you could sleep in the lockup.

[dogs barking]

Oh, I don't wanna put you
to any trouble, ma'am.

Oh, no. No, it's no trouble.

Did somebody break out of here tonight?

Yes. Eddie.

I am rarely disappointed
when I put trust in people,

but I was this time.

Tonight when I brought him his supper,

instead of putting it through the slot
in the door,

I unlocked the door to the lockup,
and he just ‒

He just sh ‒
He just shoved past me, and he ran out.

And he ‒ He said, "Excuse me."

[dogs baying]

I think they got him.

- [gunshots]
- [barking stops]

[Xavier] It's stopped now.

It's all over, ma'am.

[no audible dialogue]

I ‒ I ‒ [gasps]

I think I'd like a cup of coffee.
[breath quavers]

- Would you care for a cup?
- Yes, ma'am.

I've been paintin' all night. [sighs]

There's nothin' more exhausting

than that kind of work
on the face of the earth.

It just leaves you burned out inside.

Still, but when you're finished
with a picture,

you ‒ you feel... elevated.

- Is this the picture?
- Yes.

Yes.
That's the Church of the Resurrection.

The church is supposed to be blue?

No. That ‒ That's how I felt it.

I ‒

You see, I paint a thing how I ‒
I feel it.

- Thank you, ma'am.
- You know ‒

- You know what I mean, Mr. ‒
- Yes, ma'am. Xavier is my name.

- Valentine Xavier.
- Oh.

Are you a musician, Mr. Xavier?

Well, I used to ‒ [clears throat]

be a sort of entertainer
in nightspots in New Orleans.

Oh. Oh.

Well, if you're looking
for that kind of work,

you won't find that kind of work
around here.

No, ma'am, I quit it. I'm ‒

Today's my 30th birthday, and I ‒

- Thank you.
- Here.

That's nice. I'm not young anymore.

Oh, you're young at 30.

Well, you're not young at 30 if you've
been on a party since you were 15.

You mean that, uh ‒

that you want to turn over
a new leaf in your life?

That'd suit me perfect.

Well... if you're sincere and you're
really through with night places,

I think I could help you to find a job.

- What kind of work would that be?
- It'd be clerkin'.

That's at the Torrance Mercantile Store.

Jabe Torrance is coming home
from the hospital in Memphis tomorrow,

but they say he won't be well enough
to handle the work by himself.

Would that kind of work suit you?

Well, I'd be happy to try it, ma'am.

Oh. Well, I'll speak to Lady ‒
that's Mrs. Torrance ‒

when she brings Jabe home tomorrow.

Well, if you're sleepy, maybe you could
go on down and bed down there.

- Well, I sure appreciate it.
- Oh, that's all right.

[man] Ooh, man!
All I want is somethin' hot to drink.

A cup of coffee.
Or a shot of whiskey. Huh, Jordan?

Ooh! I'm soaked clear through.

Look at this here gun. It's gonna take me
two weeks to get that clean.

[footsteps climbing stairs]

Ooh! I'm wet clean through
to my underwear.

Why'd you leave the cell door open, Vee?

- Howdy, Miss Talbot.
- Howdy. I put my trust in Ed.

Yeah, you put your trust
in him, all right.

Give me some of that.

Who's the boy you got
sleepin' down there now?

Mr. Xavier. His car broke down.
He's a musician.

Yeah. I'm sick of you makin'
a fool of yourself

over every stray tramp
that wanders into this county.

[scoffs] Musician.

What you gonna put
in the coroner's report, Sheriff?

Killed, attempting escape.

That boy said, "Excuse me,"
when he broke out.

That makes it fine, don't it?
They'll give him a crown in heaven.

[laughs]

[sheriff] What time is it?

[man] About 1:45 a.m.

[sheriff] What's that boy's name again?

Xavier.

Valentine Xavier.

Not that boy, you fool.
The boy who broke out.

Pull it tight, now. Real tight.

- I want it tight, now.
- [train horn blows]

Cannonball's comin' into the depot!

Pee Wee!

Pee Wee, get on down to that depot.
Cannonball's comin' in.

- Hurry up, you two!
- Pee Wee, get a move on!

Get on down to the depot!

Come on, Dolly.
We've got to fix the buffet.

[man]
Hi, Miss Talbot. Where's the sheriff?

Oh, he's gone down to the depot
to meet Jabe.

That's where we're goin' now.

- [vehicle honking]
- [woman] Hey, Snakeskin!

Snakeskin!

[tires screech]

- [bumps]
- Oh.

[grunts]

[gasps]

[laughs] Thank you, Uncle Pleasant.

Beulah, I'm sorry.
I never can remember your last name.

My name's Binnings. Beulah Binnings.

- [door opens]
- [screams] Get him out of here!

Get him out of here!
He's gonna mark my baby!

Oh, shoot, Dolly.

It's just that crazy conjure man
that sells trinkets on the turnpike.

[young woman]
What have you got here, Uncle?

It's a bone of some kind.

- Well, it's just a bone.
- No.

- It's just a bone.
- No! Please get him out!

- It's a bone!
- Now I'm gettin' mad!

[hisses]

Uncle Pleasant, you take this bone,

and you leave it on a bare rock
in the rain and the sun...

till every sign of corruption
is burned and washed away.

And then it will be a good charm.

[door opens, closes]

You know, they say that if you, uh, break
the heel of your slipper in the mornin'

that means you'll meet
the love of your life before dark.

Course, it was almost dark
when I broke the heel of my slipper.

You suppose that means I'll meet
the love of my life before daybreak?

[Beulah] Somebody don't seem
to realize this store is closed.

Oh, she's a Cutrere.
Thinks she can do as she pleases.

Why are you pretendin' not to remember me?

Well, it's hard to remember
somebody you never met.

[laughs] You afraid I'll snitch?

- Snitch? About what?
- Mm.

- Can I see your wristwatch?
- [guitar strings vibrate]

Well, that's all right. I saw it already.

It is my cousin Bertie's
Rolex chronometer.

Of course, it doesn't matter.
I won't tell anybody.

But I can prove that I know you,
if I have to.

- It was, uh ‒
- [blows]

last New Year's Eve in New Orleans,

and you were providing the ‒
[chuckles] entertainment.

- [strums guitar]
- Mm-mmm.

In the Club Rendezvous.
Or was it the Music Bar?

Miss Carol, Mr. Xavier
wants to turn over a new leaf.

As a matter of fact, you told
my cousin Bertie and me

about, uh, this lady osteopath
that you met somewhere in your travels.

- And you said, anytime you were broke ‒
- [blues playing on record player]

[man singing, indistinct]

You said, anytime you were broke,

you could wire
this lady osteopath collect.

- And no matter how far ‒
- [volume increases]

- [volume decreases]
- how far away ‒ how far away you were

- or ‒
- [volume increases]

- [volume decreases]
- how long it had been

since you had seen her,

she would send you a money order for $25

with the same sweet message:
"I love you. When will you come back?"

[record player clicks off]

Why are you so anxious
to prove that I know you?

[clicks tongue] 'Cause I'd like
to know you better and better.

Oh! I think they're coming!

Lady catches you two old maids snooping
around upstairs, she'll let you have it.

Oh, they ‒ they got separate bedrooms,
not even connected.

[horn honks]

Take it easy, Jabe. I'll help you.

Here, lean on my arm. Come on, Jabe.

Take it easy. Watch your step.

Attaboy. I'll just go open the door.

Doesn't he look good, Dog?

Here, watch your step now, Jabe.

Attaboy.

Dolly, Beulah, we're home! Jabe's here!

- [women exclaiming]
- [man] Don't he look good?

[chattering continues]

[Pee Wee] He sure does look good.

- I thought you never were coming back.
- Didn't seem natural.

[Beulah] Oh, you look just marvelous.
Doesn't even look like he's been sick.

Nah, he sure doesn't.

- [old woman shouts with joy]
- [others continue chattering]

Oh, stop it, Eva Temple.

You look healthy!
It is so wonderful to see him!

Here, Jabe!

- [woman] Look at that color on his face.
- [Beulah] I don't think he's been sick.

I think he's been to Miami
and got himself a Florida suntan.

- [women laugh]
- You see, Jabe?

We've got a reception committee
here to meet us.

Ha ha! They've prepared a buffet supper.

I see there have been
some changes made here.

- Huh?
- Yes.

How come the shoe department
is back there now?

Well, Jabe, we ‒ we always had
the problem with lights in the store.

So you put the shoe department
further away from the window, huh?

That's sensible.

That's a very intelligent solution
to the problem, Lady.

Well ‒ [clicks tongue]

tomorrow, I'll, uh ‒

I'll get me some men and help move
the shoe department back front.

Okay. It's your store.

Glad you reminded me of it.

[scoffs, muttering]

[Beulah] That man will never
come down those stairs again.

- [Dolly] Never in this world, honey.
- He has the death sweat on him.

[woman] Ooh. Yellow as butter.

- [crying]
- Sister, Sister!

- Lady.
- No, thank you.

I don't suppose you feel
like talking about it,

but Dog and me are so worried.

Pee Wee and me was worried sick about it.

- About what?
- About Jabe's operation in Memphis.

- Huh.
- Was it successful?

Was it too late for surgical interference?

We hope and pray it ain't hopeless.

[pounding on floor]

I'm sorry.

I've got to go up. Jabe's knocking for me.

[women chattering]

- I'll speak to Lady upstairs.
- [plucks string]

Lady. Lady!

Speakin' of knocks...

I have a knock in my engine.

It goes knock, knock,
and I say, "Who's there?"

I don't know whether I'm in communication
with some dead ancestor

or the motor's about to drop out and
leave me stranded on the Dixie Highway.

Do you have any knowledge of mechanics?

Well, I'm sure you do.

Would you like to be sweet and take a ride
with me so you can hear that knock?

Look, I'm, uh, waiting for a job
in this store, so ‒

Well, I'm offering you a job.

Yeah, but I want a job that pays.

Well, I expect to pay you.

Maybe sometime tomorrow.

I can't stay overnight in this county.

I am ordered to stay out by the sheriff

- and paid to stay out by my brother.
- [woman] Absolutely disgraceful.

What are they sayin' about me?
That I'm degraded?

Is that what you're sayin' about me?
That I'm corrupt? Degraded? Hmm?

[women chattering]

I'll be waitin' outside in my car
if you decide to change your mind.

There is something
definitely not normal about that girl.

- [door slams]
- She'd better stay out of this county.

- Absolutely degraded.
- Absolutely.

Since you're a stranger, I think we ought
to tell you a little bit more about her.

We don't want you to think that ‒

Hey, Snakeskin, give me a hand.

[grunts]

Miss Cutrere...
you ain't allowed to drive in this county.

[Valentine] I'll drive you.

Move over.

Just get your legs
on the other side of the gearshift.

Both of 'em.

[laughs]

[engine starts]

[rock and roll playing, muffled]

[Carol] Well, here we are!

- [music continues on jukebox]
- [laughs] I gotta call Cousin Bertie

and tell him I am irresistibly detained
on the Dixie Highway.

You get us a booth and setup, Snakeskin.

[pay phone dings]

[Carol] Tulane 0374.

How about some spareribs?

Hey, Bertie! Hi, doll.

What happened? Did you trip over something
when you picked up the phone?

I thought I heard a crash.

[laughs]

Oh, Bertie, guess what.
I got my allowance back.

Yeah. On condition I stay
forever away from Two River County.

[laughing]

What?

You with that gal, buster?
The one on the phone? Huh?

- [Carol] Uh-huh. [laughs]
- Yeah. We come in here together.

Well, she been eighty-sixed outta here.
Get her out.

But you come back alone sometime. Hear?

Oh, Bertie, guess who's with me.

- No. You'll never guess.
- [woman] Mr. Cutrere.

- Well, you remember last New Year's Eve?
- Mr. Cutrere.

- Not that one. The good-looking boy.
- Your sister's here makin' a fuss again.

You remember ‒ the one in the snakeskin
jacket with the guitar. Well, he's with ‒

- Your sister's here.
- Hey! What are you doin'?

- They want us out of here.
- What? Who?

- [chair clatters]
- You!

You take your hands off my sister!

I tried to get her outta here,
Mr. Cutrere.

I'm goin'. I'm goin'.

There are plenty other juke joints
on the highway.

Mr. Xavier, would you like to go jukin'?

Come on. Let's you and me go juke.

[man, laughing] What you mean "go jukin"'?

Jukin'?

No.

Why, that's when you get into a car,

which is preferably open
in any kind of weather...

and then you, uh, drink a little bit.

- [gasps]
- [laughs]

And you drive a little bit.

And then you stop and you dance
a little bit with a jukebox.

[laughing]
And then you drink a little bit more.

And you drive a little bit more...

and you stop and you dance a little more
to another jukebox.

And then you stop dancin'
and you just drink...

- [patrons laughing]
- ...and you drive.

[man] How 'bout that?

And then...

you stop drivin', and you just drink.

And finally, you stop drinkin'!

[glass shatters]

[man] Well, what you do then?

- [rock and roll playing on jukebox]
- Wha ‒

Well, that depends
on who you're jukin' with.

[laughs]

What's the matter,
can't you see he's drunk?

He can take care of himself.

He can't take care of anything.
Come on. Get your ‒

This country used to be wild,
but now it's just drunk.

[music continues]

[engine revs]

Why do you ‒ Why do you make
such a crazy show of yourself?

'Cause I'm an exhibitionist.

I want people to know I'm alive. Don't you
want people to know you're alive?

I just want to live. I don't care whether
they know I'm alive or not.

Well, I want to be noticed
and seen and heard and felt.

I used to be what they call a...

church-bitten reformer.

- You know what that means?
- Mm-mmm.

Well,
that's a kind of benign exhibitionist.

I used to make stump speeches. [laughs]

Oh, and I wrote letters of protest

against the gradual massacre
of the colored majority in the county.

[laughs] And, you know,

when that Willie McCoy thing came along ‒
[laughs]

Poor man got sent to the chair, you know

for having improper relations
with a white slut.

Oh, I made a fuss about that.

[laughs] I put on a potato sack,

and I set out on foot for the capitol.

And you know how far I got?

Six miles out of town.

I was hooted and jeered at
and even spit on every step of the way.

[laughs] Then I got arrested.

And you know what for?

Lewd vagrancy.

- [laughs]
- Hmm.

Oh, me. That was a long time ago.

And I'm not a reformer anymore.

I'm just a lewd vagrant.

And I'm gonna show 'em, and show 'em all,

just how lewd a lewd vagrant can be

when she puts her whole heart into it
the way I do mine.

Hey. Turn off here.

You live around here?

Nobody lives around here.
This is the local bone orchard.

You hear the dead people talkin'?

Dead people don't talk.

- Sure they do.
- [vehicles passing in distance]

They chatter away like birds
here on Wisteria Hill.

But all they can say is one word.

And that word is "live."

Live, live, live, live, live.

It's all they know.

That's the only advice they can give.

[breath quavers]

It's simple.

It's a very simple instruction.

Please. Let me. Let me.

Who are you trying to fool,
besides yourself?

What is this? A human wrist with a bone?

Feels like a twig.

I could snap it with two fingers.

Little girl, a man holdin' himself
against you would break you

like a bundle of sticks.

Let's go.

[car door opens]

[car door closes]

- What are we doing here?
- [engine stops]

I'm gonna see about that job.

You won't drive on with me to New Orleans?

That's where I come from.
It's not where I'm goin'.

Hello?

Hello. Get me the drugstore, will you?

I know the drugstore's closed.

This is Mrs. Torrance.
My store's closed too.

But I got a sick man here
just back from the hospital, and ‒

Oh, please.
Wa ‒ Wake up Mr. Dubinsky, huh?

Keep ringing till he answers.

Keep ringing till he answers. Yes.

[groans]

I wish I was dead... Dead.

No, you don't, ma'am.

Who are you? What are you doing here?

Didn't Miss Talbot talk to you about me?

What?

Miss Talbot brought me here
when you got back from Memphis.

- You've been here all this time?
- No. I went out and come back.

- What for?
- Well, you know that girl that was here?

Uh-huh. Carol Cutrere. I know her.

Well, she, um ‒

She told me that she had something
wrong with her car and could I fix it.

Did you fix it?

- Well, that wasn't her trouble.
- No? What was her trouble?

Oh... she made a mistake about me.

What kind of mistake?

Well, she thought I had a sign hung on me:
"Male at stud."

She ‒ How ‒

Hello. Hello?

Oh, Mr. Dubinsky.

Yes, this is Mrs. Torrance.

[breathes deeply]

I'm sorry to wake you up,

but I just brought my husband back
from the Memphis hospital.

I left my box of Luminal tablets in ‒

Well, I got to have some.

I haven't slept for three nights.

Well, then bring them yourself!

Yes, because I'm going to pieces
right this minute.

Okay. Thank you.

[shudders]

I'm shivering.

It's cold as an ice plant
at night in this store.

What ‒ What do you want?
I got to go up now.

Here, ma'am. Why don't you just
put this on you, ma'am?

Hmm? How's that?

What is that? Snakeskin?

Uh-huh. That's what it is. Snakeskin.

What are you doing
with a snakeskin jacket?

Oh, used to be a trademark.

I was a ‒ Used to be an entertainer
in New Orleans.

It feels warm, all right.

Probably warm from my body.

You must be a warm-blooded boy.

- What are you looking for around here?
- Well, some work.

Miss Talbot said that
you might have some work for me.

Mmm. Boys like you don't work.

What do you mean, "boys like me"?

Ones that play the guitar...

and go around talking
about how warm they are.

That happened to be the truth.

You know, my temperature's always

a couple of degrees above normal ‒
same as a dog's.

Oh.

You don't believe me.

I have no reason to doubt you, believe me.

Well, I couldn't hire no stranger...

with a snakeskin jacket and a guitar...

and a temperature as high as a dog's.

- Oh, keep it on, ma'am.
- No, thank you.

- I got to go up now. You better go.
- I got no place to go.

Well, everyone's got a problem.
That's yours.

Ma'am, I do all kinds
of electrical repairs.

I ‒ I do odd jobs, and I ‒
I need the work real bad.

What's the matter with your guitar?

Are you tired of it? Hmm?

No, ma'am.

That's my life's companion, but...

I had to hock it once,
and I don't want to do that anymore.

I need a steady job.

What's all that writing on it? Huh?

Oh, that's, uh ‒

Oh, all that's ‒

All that's autographs
of famous jazz musicians.

- See this name here?
- Huh?

Leadbelly.

That was the ‒ That was the greatest man
that ever lived on 12-string guitar.

He played that thing so good, he broke
the stone heart of a Texas governor

- and won himself a pardon out of jail.
- [snaps fingers]

His name's written in the stars.

This one here.

Jefferson. Blind Lemon Jefferson.

Is his name written in the stars too?

Yeah.

His name's written in the stars.

You're a peculiar somebody, all right.
[laughs]

You got any character reference? Hmm?

Uh, yes, ma'am, I do.

I got this letter here.

Let's see.

Right here.

Mm. "This boy worked for me three months
in my auto repair shop.

And he's a real hard worker,
and he's honest.

But he's a" ‒

[laughing] "He's a peculiar talker.

And that is the reason
I got to let him go,

but would like ‒ would like to" ‒

What he would ‒ Ah.
"Would like to keep him.

Yours truly."

- Uh ‒ [chuckles]
- Is that ‒ Is that what it says?

Uh-huh. [laughs] Some reference.

[laughing]

- Oh ‒
- Oh.

- Oh. I guess it ain't.
- Hmm.

However, what people say about you
don't mean much.

- [knocking]
- Oh, that's the sandman

with my sleeping tablets.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Wakin' up people
in the middle of the night.

- No. I'm very sorry to wake you up.
- I'd like to get some sleep too.

Yes, I know. You're right,
but you're a little difficult.

You know, I told you that I haven't slept
for three nights.

[door slams]

What a miserable man. [sighs]

You ever have trouble sleeping?

No.

I can sleep or not sleep
for as long or short as I want to.

I can sleep on a concrete floor,

go without sleeping for 48 hours
without even feeling sleepy.

And I can hold my breath for three minutes
without even blacking out.

I made a bet once for $10
that I could do it, and I did it.

[laughing] I see.

I see what that auto repairman
was talking about

when he said,
"This boy is a peculiar talker." Mmm.

Well, what else can you do?

Tell me some more
about your self-control, hmm?

Well, they say that a woman
can burn a man down.

- You know?
- Mm.

But I can burn a woman down.

I'm saying that I could.
I'm not saying I would.

What's the matter?
Have they tired you out?

Mm-mmm. I'm not tired.

I'm just fed up.

You're right.

You know, Lady, there's people
bought and sold in this world

like carcasses of hogs...

in butcher shops.

You might think that there's ‒
there's many ‒

there's many kinds of people
in this world.

But there's only two kinds:

the buyers and the ones that get bought.

- No.
- [exhales]

- [strums guitar]
- There's another kind.

What kind?

It's a kind that don't...

belong no place at all.

There's a kind of bird that...

don't have any legs,
so it can't alight on nothin'.

So it has to spend its whole life
on its wings in the air.

I seen one once.

It died and fell to earth.

And its body was light-blue colored.

And it was just as tiny
as your little finger.

And it was so light
in the palm of your hand

that it didn't weigh more than a feather.

And its wings spread out that wide.

And you could see right through 'em.

That's why the hawks don't catch 'em ‒

'cause they don't see 'em.

They don't see 'em way up
in that high blue sky, near the sun.

What about in gray weather?

Oh, they fly so high in gray weather,
the hawks would get dizzy.

See, these little birds
don't have no legs at all,

so they have to live their whole lives
on the wing.

And they sleep on the wind.

That's what they do. They just ‒

They just spread their wings out
and go to sleep on the wind.

And they only...

alight on this earth but one time.

It's when they die.

- I want to show you something.
- Hmm?

Come with me. Come.

You see?

This is going to be the confectionery.

It's going to open in a short while.

Mm.

I'm going to compete
for the nightlife in this county ‒

the "after the movies" trade. [laughs]

It's going to be
like an orchard in the spring.

My father ‒

My father, he had an orchard on Moon Lake.

He made a wine garden of it.

They burned it up one summer.

Who burned it up?

[pounding]

Take this dollar.

Go to eat, and come back tomorrow morning.

I'll put you to work.

Mm, maybe when the new confectionery
will open,

you can sing,
you can play the guitar in there.

Who knows, huh?

Take it.

[sighs] Okay?

Let's get one thing straight.

What thing is that?

You don't interest me no more
than the air you stand in.

If that's understood,
we will have a good working relation.

Otherwise, trouble.

Oh, can I, uh ‒

Could I leave this here?

Your life's companion?

- Yeah, my life's companion.
- [laughs]

- Leave it here if you want to.
- Thank you.

You know, I, uh ‒

I don't know much about you...

but...

I think that you and Miss Talbot

are just about the nicest people
that I ever run into.

And... I'm gonna be steady and...

honest and hardworking to please you.

And, uh, if you ‒
if you ever have any trouble sleeping,

I know how to fix that.

You see, I ‒

I met a lady osteopath one time

that taught me how to make
little adjustments in the back of the neck

and the spine.

Give you a sound, natural sleep.

Okay.

[sighs] Good night.

Good night.

I don't believe I care
for this pair of shoes.

[pounding]

[Lady] I'm coming, Jabe.

- What you want, Jabe?
- Hypo.

Jabe, I ‒ I can't do it.

I can't. You ought to have a nurse.

What in hell can you do?

I run your store for you.

I thought you hired a boy off the road
to run it.

He's not a boy. Val's 30.

How come you never brought him up here
for me to look at?

He been here three weeks now.

You never asked me.

I'm asking you now. Go get him.

Not now. I'm not dressed.

Don't you want him to see you
in that new silk wrap? Huh?

I know your plans.
I know what your plans are, Lady.

Before I die,
you'll be too old for a lover.

- Time will be past to work out your plans.
- Stop! Stop it!

- Don't do that!
- You're still my wife!

You're not my widow yet!

Stop it! It makes my skin crawl.

Did it used to?

It did. Always.

Mr. Xavier,
where have you been keepin' yourself?

You ought to show yourself around more.

- Janie!
- Shoot, Connie.

- [laughing]
- Mr. Xavier understands.

Don't you, Mr. Xavier?

Yeah. I understand.

[door closes]

[Connie laughing]

Okay, Val. I'll take care of them.

- What is it?
- Oh, I believe we have changed our minds.

[Lady] That's fine.

What'd they want? Hmm?

- What'd they want?
- They said they were in the market

for some shoes, but I guess
they weren't in the market for shoes.

What then? Thrills?

- No, it's nothin' to bother about, Lady.
- No?

Thrills are not marketed in this market.

Your shoes squeak.

Pick up that match.

Pick up that match.

Why do you move that way? Hmm?

- Why do you walk that way?
- What way?

What way?

Everything you do, it's like ‒

What?

You know you're ‒ You know what I mean.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Val, what are you doing?

I'm giving you back your suit
you gave me to work in.

- [Lady] Oh, please ‒
- I'll change my pants in there.

Oh, please, no. I'm sorry.

- You hear me? I said I'm sorry.
- [vehicle honking]

- I didn't sleep well last night.
- Listen, Lady ‒

- [door opens]
- [woman] Lady!

Lady! Lady!

Lady, can I use your telephone?

Carol Cutrere's makin' a big disturbance
at our service station.

She's demandin' service.

I'm gonna call her brother and tell him
to get her away from my station.

Helen, give me the Cutrere place.

Oh, anybody there. David Cutrere.

Oh, if you can't get him,
give me Sheriff Talbot.

[honking continues]

[man] Miss Cutrere, I ain't gonna
serve you. Now get out of here!

- Mike, get this car outta here.
- My money's as good as anybody's!

- [shouting]
- [engine revs]

- [car crashes, gears grind]
- [Vee] Oh, don't hurt her! Please!

- [Carol] Let go of me! Let go!
- Don't hurt her!

- [screams]
- Oh, don't hurt her.

[Carol shouting, crying]

Come on. Here.

I woke up thinking about you last night
in New Orleans.

I tried to pour oblivion out of a bottle,
but it wouldn't pour out.

So, finally, I just got in my car
and drove 80 and 90 and 100 miles an hour,

'cause I was afraid you'd be gone
before I got here.

- Hello, Carol.
- Hello, Lady.

Here.

- Is there anything you want?
- I have to give him a message.

Can I see him alone, please?

- Her brother's comin' to get her!
- David Cutrere is ‒

David Cutrere is not coming to my store.

Why, Lady, I thought you'd forgotten
that old flame.

Listen, your brother's plantation
is ten minute from here.

I won't let him come in my store.

I don't even want his hand
to touch the door handle.

Give the message.

But when your brother comes,
I want you away from here.

- Like a shot from a pistol ‒
- [snaps fingers]

That fast.

Give the message now.

- [door opens, closes]
- Come on.

Come on.

[laughs] Now you're being kind.

I suspect that's your true nature.

What's the message?

Ashes on your shirt.

[sighs] Is that the message?

No. That was just an excuse to touch you.

[chuckles] The message is ‒

I'd love to hold something
the way you hold your guitar.

That's the way
I'd love to hold something...

with such...

tender protection.

I'd love to hold you that way.

With that same tender protection.

'Cause you hang the moon for me.

I'm done with the crowd you run with...

and the night places you run to.

Well, now you're not being kind.

Why? Haven't I always been
very kind to you?

Did I even snitch when I saw
my cousin's watch on you?

Well, you take this, uh,
Rolex chronometer.

It tells the time of the day...

and the days of the week...

and the month...

and all the crazy moon phases.

I never stole nothin' before I stole this.

And when I stole it,
I knew it was time to get off the party.

So you take this to Bertie.

That's my message to you
and the pack you run with.

I run with nobody.

I hoped I could run with you.

You are in danger here, Snakeskin.

You've taken off the jacket
that said, "I'm wild. I'm alone,"

and you put on the nice blue uniform
of a convict.

[breath quavers]

I hoped you'd hear me,

and you'd let me take you away from here
before it was too late.

Fly away.

Fly away, little bird...

before you get broke.

[horn honks]

- Carol!
- Snakeskin!

Carol!

- [door closes]
- Carol.

You broke our agreement.

Now, come on,
and I'll drive you over the river.

- Snakeskin, you're in danger here!
- Shut up and come on!

Wait, please.

Hello, Lady.

Carol.

Wait for me in the car.

I told you once
to never come in this store.

If your wild sister comes here again,
send somebody else for her.

Not you. Not you.

I hold hard feelings.

And don't pity me either.

I haven't gone down
so terribly far in the world.

I got a going concern
in this mercantile store.

And back there is the confectionery,
which will open this spring.

It's going to be like
the wine garden of my father.

You remember the wine garden of my father?

You remember those wine-drinking nights

when someone loved you better
than anyone's loved you since?

I don't remember anything else.

No, wait.

I have something to tell you
I never told you before.

I carried your child in my body

the summer you quit me.

I didn't know.

No. I didn't write you no letter about it.

I was proud then.

I had pride that summer they burned
the wine garden of my father.

And you ‒ you washed your hands
clean of any connection

with a dago bootlegger's daughter.

And took that society girl that ‒

that restored your home place

and gave you such wellborn children.

I didn't know.

Well, now you do know.

You know now.

I carried your child...

in my body the summer you quit me.

But I lost your child.

I wanted death after that.

But death don't come
when you want it, you know?

So I took the next best thing.

You sold yourself. I sold myself.

You was bought, and I was bought.

Sold and bought like things in this store!

Lady. Please.

Get out of here!

Get out!

I just wanted to tell you
my life ain't over!

[Lady, murmuring] Fool of myself.

You all right, Lady?

[crying] I made a fool of myself.

I threw away pride.

[Vee] Jordan. Jordan.

- Come on, Vee.
- J-Jordan!

Jordan, you'll have to help me
with the floating island.

- May I help you, Miss Talbot?
- Oh, thank you, Mr. Xavier. [sighs]

Oh, I ‒ I brought this new paintin'
to hang in Jabe's bedroom.

Hey, Ma! Come on up here.

I'm comin'.

[Jabe] What's that boy like, Jordan?

He's a beauty, Jabe. A real beauty.

When you go out, you take
another good look at him, will you?

Why don't you take a look at him, Jabe?

Go ahead. Call him up here.
Take a look at him.

There you are, ma'am.

I tell you, Mr. Xavier,
since I took up my paintin',

my whole outlook is different.

- I can't explain it.
- Oh, you don't have to explain it none.

I know what you mean.

It's like me when I'm ‒
when I'm playing my guitar.

I guess when ‒
Before you started paintin', it just ‒

It didn't make sense.

- What didn't?
- Oh.

Existence.

No.

My existence didn't make sense.

You lived in Two River County...

and you seen some terrible things.

Awful things.

Lynchings.

Yes.

Beatings.

Yes.

Yeah, you've been a witness, and you know.

Yes. I've been a witness, and I know.

We both seen these things
from seats down front at the show.

You made some beauty, Miss Talbot...

out of this dark river country.

[phone ringing]

Hello. Um ‒
Uh, Ter ‒ Torrance Mercantile Store.

Why don't you come to my room,
so I can have a look at you?

I ain't met you yet.

- Who's ‒ Who's ‒ Who's talking?
- It's your boss, Jabe Torrance.

Your boss upstairs.

I ‒ I hope Jabe likes this paintin'.

I ‒ I want to see that poor sick man
brought back to Jesus.

[knocking]

Thank you. Oh. [chuckles]

I brought Jabe
some floating island for supper.

Mm-hmm.

You fit the description.

What description is that?

I heard you were good-looking.

And sales have been pickin' up
since you took over down there, boy.

- Yeah, business has been pretty good.
- [footsteps]

I bet most of this lively new business
comes from women, don't it? Huh?

The older ones?

Older ones are buyers.

They got the money, Jordan.

They sweat it out of their husbands and ‒

and throw it away.

Doggone it, if that ain't the truth.

Stay here, Lady.

I'm tired, Jabe.

You're not getting enough help down there?

What was it that you wanted
to see me about, Mr. Torrance?

I just wanted to see
who was working for me.

Okay, boy.

You go on back down there now.

All right.

Good night.

How much am I paying him?

What?

I said, how much am I paying him?

$37.50 a week.

Gettin' him right cheap, ain't I?

Aren't you satisfied?

What about you?

Are you satisfied, Lady?

Or are you... dissatisfied?

Which?

[footsteps descending stairs]

Would you drive me someplace?

Sure, I will.

[engine starts]

[Lady] This is where all the young couples
would come to make love.

Hmm.

They'd come here, in the wine garden.

[Valentine] And you?

Me? [chuckling]

Well, me ‒

I would sing... with my father.

We'd wander among the white arbors.

[chuckles] Him with a mandolin...

and me singing.

My voice is cracked now.

Maybe the face is cracked too.

I don't know.

But then ‒

[sighs]

then ‒

How did it happen to burn?

My papa made a mistake.

One night, one summer,
he sold liquor to Negroes.

You heard of the vigilantes?

Yeah, I heard of 'em.

They took action that summer.

They rode out here
with gallons of coal oil...

and set the whole place on fire.

Vines, arbors, fruit trees.

The whole sky lit up with it.

And all the way across this lake,
you could hear my papa calling.

Nobody answered the call.

My papa took a blanket by himself...

run up in the wine garden

to fight the fire all alone...

and he was burned alive.

He was burned alive in it.

I'm full of hate.

Whenever I look at a man in this county,
you know what I wonder?

I wonder if he was one of the vigilantes
that burned my father alive

in his wine garden.

- I'm full of hate. I ‒
- [vehicle approaches]

- [car door closes]
- Hmm.

Well, hi, Lady.

Hi. What you want?

Uh ‒ Uh, Jabe called about this car.

He, uh, said somebody stole it
away from the store.

But you see it was me.

Uh, yeah, well, he ‒ he said he seen
two people go down to the garage.

A woman and a man.

That's right.

A woman and a man.

[car departs]

Better go.

[exhales] Well, see you tomorrow, Lady.

Where do you stay nights?

I stay over there at the, uh ‒

the Wildwood tourist cabins.

- You like it there?
- Oh, it's all right, you know.

It's nothin'.

You want to save money?

- Save money?
- Hmm.

I never could save a cent in my life.

You could, if you stay in the place.

What ‒ What place?

- This place.
- You mean his ‒ here?

Mm-hmm. Here.

Where could I stay?

Well, back of that drape.

A nurse slept there
when Jabe had his first operation.

And I'll get a plumber to ‒
to put in a hot-and-cold shower.

I'll fix it up nice for you.

- Well, I ‒
- Take a look at it,

and see if you like it, hmm?

- Okay. I'll have a look.
- Okay.

- Well, go on.
- You mean now?

Why don't you look at it,
and see if it suits you or not?

All right.

I'll ‒ Okay, I'll take ‒

- I'll take a look at it.
- Mm.

Well... is it okay or what?

I like that picture in there.
That's ‒ That's a famous picture.

But I might have a little trouble sleepin'
with that naked lady hangin' over me.

You know, it might keep me awake nights.

You, with your dog's temperature
and your ‒

your control of all your functions.

It would take more than a picture
to keep you awake. [laughs]

Lady.

Why do you want me
to stay here, Lady? Hmm?

I told you why.

Why? 'Cause you feel nervous
alone here at night?

Naturally, now.

Jabe sleeps with a pistol next to him,

but if somebody broke in ‒ into the store,

he couldn't get up.

What do you feel, hmm?

- Your hand.
- That's right.

And the size of my knuckles...

and the heat of my palm.

What are you demonstrating now?

That's how well we know each other.

All we know is just the skin surface
of each other.

Why do you say these things...
to me tonight?

Because nobody ever gets to know anybody.

We're all ‒

We're, all of us, sentenced
to solitary confinement...

inside our own lonely skins
for as long as we live on this earth.

Not to me.

I'm ‒ I'm not a big optimist...

but I can't agree with ‒
with something so sad.

I'll go up and get some clean linen

to make up your bed.

[door closes]

[cash register bell dings]

[rock and roll on jukebox]

- [snaps fingers]
- [whistling tune]

- [dice rattling]
- [men chattering]

[man] Steady, boy. Got ten.

- Here you are, honey.
- [man 2] Right there.

- [man 1] Right there.
- [woman] That's it.

- How's it comin', Snakeskin?
- Well, I'm swingin' like a gate.

It's that jacket, you know, honey.

- [man 1] Ready to shoot, huh?
- That snakeskin jacket ‒ it's spooky, man!

- Fifty?
- Okay. Fifty.

- Come on, baby.
- [man 2] I'll take your change.

Who's gonna shoot the moon?
How 'bout you, big boy?

- I'll follow you.
- Go, Snakeskin.

- I'll take 20.
- Hey, that's a lot of loot.

- Give me 20.
- I got a few cents.

Baby needs carfare.
I'm cuttin' out tonight and wide.

Read 'em and weep, baby.
Read 'em and weep.

[chattering]

[Valentine]
♪ Last night, I crossed the river ♪

♪ With a heavy blanket roll ♪

♪ I took nobody with me ♪

♪ Not a soul ♪

♪ I took a few provisions ♪

♪ Some for hunger, some for cold ♪

♪ But I took nobody with me ♪

♪ Not a soul ♪

[bell dings]

[footsteps]

- [Lady, whispering] Who's that?
- It's me.

You scared me.

You didn't expect me, did you?

No.

Take the light out of my face, please.

You've been in a fight, hmm?

Fight? No.

Your mouth looks bloody.

That ain't blood.

Oh. Lipstick.

Yeah. I guess so.

You even got some on your shirt.

- Did I? Hmm.
- Yeah.

[chuckles]

You had yourself a good time, huh?

Pretty good.

Why did you open the cash box?

I opened it twice tonight.

Once before I went out,
and again when I come back.

Hmm. Why?

Because I want
to cut out of this county clean.

I don't wanna go away with nothing
I didn't come here with.

And tomorrow, you're ‒ you're gonna
get yourself a brand-new boy

because I'm quittin'.

I got what I should have expected.

You robbed me while I was upstairs
getting linen for your bed.

But I ‒

I guess I'm a fool
to even feel disappointed.

- You're disappointed in me?
- Mm.

I'm disappointed in you.

- Come here.
- What?

- Come here.
- Where?

Here! Come on. Come in.

See that?

There wasn't no bed in here
when I came to work here.

- It was there.
- No, there wasn't no bed.

There was no bed the day before yesterday.
You put it there.

It was there, folded behind the mirror.

- Folded behind the mirror? No.
- Yes.

No, no, no. You're lying.

You're lying, and I see through you, Lady.

I see through you.

- What do you see?
- You like me to tell you?

I'd love for you to.

I see a not-so-young,
not-so-satisfied woman...

who hires a guy in off the highway
to do double duty

without even giving him overtime for it.

Being a store clerk by day,
and by night, you know ‒

[snapping fingers]

whatever you want to call it.

You cheap...

Hmm?

[sniffles]

- You! You cheap ‒
- [mutters]

Who you callin' cheap?

Who you callin' cheap?

[sobbing]

Why did you come back? Why?

To put back the money I took.

So you wouldn't remember me as

not being honest or grateful.

No!

Don't!

Oh! Val!

Val, don't go.

I need you...

to live.

To go on living.

Val.

[laughs]

These phony grapes got that bird fooled.

Listen, Lady. You know,
you didn't think about something.

One hard rain or windstorm
will wreck this place completely out here.

Val, I want to give you something.

What's that?

It's a Palm Sunday branch.

It's blessed.

[kisses]

[window opens]

Mr. Xavier,
did Miss Torrance get back yet?

[mouths word]

Well, not that I know of, ma'am.

[Jabe] He's lying.

I heard her. She's down there.

[window closes]

[whispering] He didn't hear me.

She heard me.

I got a spy in the house.

You know, maybe it'd be better ‒

better for you if I went away for a while.

Just for a while.

Now even a while would seem like forever.

Suppose I had to go?

Don't.

- [calliope playing]
- [man] Here ya are! Here ya are!

Lady's Confectionery is opening tonight.

Tonight's the gala opening
of Lady's Confectionery.

Lady's Confectionery on Main Street.

[music continues]

[humming tune]

[humming continues]

My wife ‒

My wife sounds happy these mornings.

Shall I tell her you're comin' downstairs?

No, sir.

I want to surprise Lady.

- [knocking]
- Come in, Miss Torrance.

He wanted to surprise ya.

I told him I thought I ought to tell you
what was goin' on, but he wouldn't let me.

- Dressed?
- He put on his Sunday suit.

Now he's bound and determined
he's goin' downstairs

and open up the store himself.

You never expected me
to come back down those stairs, eh?

I'm going downstairs and take inventory.

You can't do that.

I know what I can do. I'm gonna do it.

Come on, Miss Porter.

[Miss Porter]
I'm right behind you, Mr. Torrance.

Take it easy. Take it easy now.

[glass tinkling]

[tinkles]

- [coughs]
- Easy now, Mr. Torrance.

- Val, a chair.
- I'm all right. Let me go.

I don't want a chair.

I want to take a close look
at this confectionery.

Yes. Take a look at it, Jabe.

- I'm real proud.
- [calliope playing in distance]

Well, isn't this artistic.

- [noisemaker tweets]
- [laughs]

- Artistic as hell.
- I never seen anything like it before.

Nobody else did either.

Who done these decorations?

I did it, all by myself.

I'm real proud.

What do you know?
It sure is something artistic.

[calliope continues playing]

Is there a carnival or a circus
in the county?

You mean that calliope?
No, that's no circus calliope.

That's announcing the gala opening
of the confectionery.

[man]
The confectionery is opening tonight.

What'd you say?

It's announcing the opening
of the confectionery.

Lady's Confectionery opening...

...Torrance Mercantile Store.

Main Street for the gala opening
of Lady's Confectionery.

- [children chattering]
- Opening tonight.

The grand opening tonight
of Lady's Confectionery.

Come one, come all.

- Grand opening of Lady's Confectionery...
- [children shouting]

...on Main Street,
back of the Torrance Mercantile Store.

Main Street, for the gala opening...

The air's a little too cold for you,
Mr. Torrance.

Grand opening tonight
of Lady's Confectionery.

- Lady.
- Come one, come all.

Grand opening
of Lady's Confectionery on Main Street,

- back of the Torrance Mercantile Store.
- [Jabe] Shut the door!

Grand opening.

[calliope continues playing]

Boy, I married a live one.

How much that cost me?

It don't cost much.

[Valentine] She got it for a song.

You sung for it, did you?

What dago song did ya sing?

Miss Porter,
it's better you take him back.

"'O Sole Mio"?
Is that what you sung for it?

[laughs]

Boy, I sure married a live one, didn't I?

Didn't I?

Yeah.

I sure did marry me a live one.

Her daddy, the wop, was just as much
of a live one before he burned up.

Yeah, he burned up.

'Cause he made a mistake
selling liquor to niggers.

Will you stop it?
Will you stop it, please?

So we had to take action!
Oh, we took action.

Orders were given.

We rode out there in 16 automobiles
loaded with coal oil.

We set the whole place afire.

We burned him out!
Burned down his house and his orchard!

Not a single fire engine moved out
of the place that night!

Jabe, did you say "we"?

I ‒ I got kind of ‒ kind of a cramp.

I think you're gettin' yourself
all excited, Mr. Torrance.

I better take you back upstairs.

Yeah, let's ‒ let's go.

Better go upstairs.

Jabe! Did you say "we" ‒ "we" did it?

You heard me. I said "we"!

No!

[Miss Porter] One step at a time,
Mr. Torrance.

- Careful now.
- Val.

Watch it. Just one step at a time.

One step at a time.

Val.

[sighs]

- Val.
- Look, Lady.

- [Jabe groans]
- [nurse screams]

- My patient's hemorrhagin'.
- He said "we."

- Lady.
- He's bleeding. Call the doctor!

Call Dr. Buchanan.
My patient's hemorrhagin'!

Lady.

Val, go. My patient's hemorrhagin'!
Somebody's gotta help me!

I'm gonna take him up.

[thunder rumbling]

Well, the hemorrhagin'
seems to have stopped.

She still out?

Yeah, she is.

Been on a whole lot of cases in my life,

but I never seen a wife behave like this.

[Vee gasps] Oh!

Somebody help me!

I can't see. Oh!

I ‒ I ‒ I had a vision.

Oh! Oh! I knew a vision was coming!

- Let me help you, Miss Talbot.
- [vehicle approaching]

Vee! Vee!

Vee!

Let go of her.

Don't move. I'm comin' back.

- I'm not goin' anywhere.
- Just see that you don't.

Pee Wee, stay there with that boy.

Hey, Dog, what's goin' on?

Sheriff caught the store clerk
messin' with his wife.

Stand back under that light.

I wanna look at you
while I run through some photos

- of men wanted.
- I'm not wanted.

Good-lookin' boy like you's always wanted.

How tall are you, boy?

I never measured.

- How much you weigh?
- Never weighed.

You got any scars or marks
of identification on your face or body?

No.

Open your shirt.

- What for?
- Open his shirt for him, Pee Wee.

All right, boy. Come along.

What did you do before?

- Before what?
- Before you come here?

- I traveled and played.
- Played?

- Played what?
- With women?

I played the guitar and sang.

- Where is that guitar?
- In the store.

- You want me to get it for you, Jordan?
- Uh-uh.

Don't you ever touch that.

[Sheriff Talbot] That's all right,
Pee Wee.

Uh, why don't you and Dog go over there
and, uh, leave me straighten this boy out?

Go on.

All right, boy.
I ain't gonna touch your guitar.

I'm gonna tell you somethin'.

There's a certain county I know of
that's got a big sign that says,

"Nigger, don't let the sun
go down on you in this county."

And that's all it says.
It don't threaten nothin'.

It just says, "Nigger, don't let the sun
go down on you in this county."

Well, son...

you ain't that nigger,
this ain't that county.

But I want you to just imagine

that you seen a big sign
that said to you...

"Boy, don't let the sun rise on you
in this county."

Now, I said "rise," not "go down."

'Cause it's too close to sunset for you
to get packed and move on before that.

And I think
if you value your safety here...

you'll simplify my job
by not allowing the sun tomorrow

to rise on you in this county.

Now, you understand, don't you, boy?

Mm-hmm.

I hope so.

'Cause I don't like violence.

- [objects clattering]
- [Lady] Hey, be careful with that stuff.

You hear me? Huh? I said be careful!

What's the matter with you today?

- Lady, they're calling for you again.
- Now.

That's better, huh?

- Jabe's a very sick man, Lady.
- [grunts]

Ain't you got no concern?

Okay. That's okay. No.

No more. I have no concern.

Come on, boy! Hurry up!

Put everything back there.

- Carol, this place ain't open.
- I have to stay here for a while.

I don't have a license, you see.

My license has been revoked,

and I have to get somebody
to drive me across the river.

Call a taxi.

I hear that boy who works for you
is leaving tonight.

Who said he's leaving?

Sheriff Talbot.

He suggested I get him to drive me over
the river, since he'd be crossing it too.

Ha! You got so much
wrong information, darling.

Mighty wrong.

Why do you keep coming back here
bothering that boy, hmm?

He doesn't care about you.

My brother and sister-in-law
have made a marvelous offer this time.

That's fine.

Almost limitless funds,
unceasing horn of plenty,

providing I go and stay gone
across at least one ocean

and not just one river.

- Can you hear me?
- Who are you talking to?

The offer's very explicit.

It includes such items
as a Mediterranean villa

perched like the nest of a seabird

over that coast they call
the Divina Costiera

where it's springtime always.

Are you listening to me?

Of course I'm listening to you.

- Did you think I was talkin' to you?
- No.

You're my sister.

You've found out what I know.

That there is nothing on this earth
you can do on this earth...

but catch at whatever comes near you
with both your hands

till your fingers are broken.

[chuckles]

There's somethin' still wild
in the country, somethin' free.

I'll be waiting outside in my car.

The fastest thing on wheels
in Two River County.

[laughs]

Aren't you going with her?

I'm not going with her.

- Okay. Now, get in your white jacket.
- I want ‒

- I need you tonight in the confectionery.
- I want to talk to you.

- No, I have no time. Please.
- Yes. You take time, Lady.

You can't open a night place
here this night.

You bet your sweet life I'm going to.

No, you're betting my sweet life.

Okay, I'll bet my life on it.

- Sweet or not, I'm going. Let me go!
- No.

You don't get the point.
There's a man up there...

that set fire to my father's wine garden.

I want that man to see
the wine garden come open again

while he's dying tonight.

Nothing can stop it.

It's just something got
to be done to square things away.

To be not defeated.

I won't be defeated.
Not again, in my life.

You get me? Not again!

[exhales]

Val. Val, that's not your white jacket.

No, it's not, Lady.

I have to go now.

"Go," did you say?

Yeah.

I gotta take
the 9:15 Southline bus out of here.

At least as far as the county line.

- No.
- Yeah.

I got myself into a situation here, Lady.

No. You're not fooling me, mister.

- Hmm?
- She's waiting for you outside.

- No. No, no, no.
- In her car, yes.

- No, no, Lady. I want you to understand.
- What?

I got myself into a situation here
that I can't get out of.

Not in a town like this.

I've been threatened with violence
if I stay here through the night.

[shouting] How about me, hmm?

- Wait a minute.
- Let me go!

- Lady, listen. Listen.
- Let me go. Let me go.

I could have cut out of here before...

but I wanted to tell you something
that I've never told anybody.

Never.

I feel true love for you, Lady.

No. Don't talk about love.
Not to me, please.

It's easy to say "love, love, love"

with fast and free transportation
waiting for you.

Let me go. Let me go, Val!

- [knocking on door]
- [man] Hey, you open?

No, not now! Later!

Later!

Val. Come on.

Listen. I want you to listen to me.

You haven't understood one thing
that I've told you.

- No, I don't care.
- You will care.

- No.
- My life has been threatened here.

- You know what that means?
- My life too.

I will wait for you. I will meet you
as soon as I cross the state ‒

I don't believe you. You're lying!

Don't you tell me I'm lying!

You listen to me now.

You've been acting crazy
since this morning.

Longer. Longer than morning.

What was I going to do, in your opinion?

- Stay on here while you go without me?
- [pounding on floor]

You hear him? Death's knocking for me.

Ask me how ‒ how it feels to be
coupled with death all those years,

and I can tell you.

But I stood it. I stood it!

I guess my heart knew
that somebody must be coming here

to take me out of this hell!

You did it! Now look at me.

I'm ‒ I'm alive once more.

Listen, Val. Everything
in this rotten store, it's yours.

- I don't give a damn that ‒
- Everything that death

scraped together down here.

But death must die before we can go!

You got that memorized now?

- You got that?
- Yeah.

Tonight is the gala opening
of the confectionery.

All right, Lady.

I'll call you as soon
as I cross the state line.

Smash me against a rock,
I'll smash your guitar!

- God.
- [door closes]

You're leaving?

I know what you mean, Miss Torrance.

Yes, I've given Mr. Torrance medication.

I'll be back at 10:30.

No, don't.

Don't be back at 10:30. That's all.
Don't come back.

I'm always discharged
by the doctors on my cases.

Well...

this time you'll be discharged
by the patient's wife.

I don't think you belong as a nurse.

You have cold eyes.

I think you like to watch pain.

I know why you don't like my eyes.

You don't like 'em
because you know they see clear.

Why are you staring at me?

The moment I looked at you,
when I was called in on this case,

I knew you was pregnant.

I also knew the moment
I looked at your husband,

that it wasn't by him.

Oh.

Thank you.

Thank you for telling me
what I hoped for is true.

Why don't you get
the calliope and the clown

to make the announcement?

Is it true, what she said?

True as God's word.

You should have told me.

When ‒ When a woman has been childless...

as long as I've been...

it's hard to believe...

that you're still able to bear.

[glass tinkling]

Oh.

Oh, Val.

[inhales] Oh, Val.

You know...

we used to have a little fig tree

between the house and the orchard.

[cries, chuckles] It never bore any fruit.

They said it was barren.

But one morning in spring,

I discovered a small green fig
on that tree.

It seemed such a wonderful thing
for the little fig tree to bear

that it called for a celebration.

I ran ‒ [laughs]

I ran to a closet of Christmas ornaments.

I took them out.

Glass bells, glass birds
and icicle and ‒ and tinsel.

And I hung the little fig tree with them

because it won the battle...
and it would bear.

Oh! [laughs, cries]

Oh, Val.

Oh, Val, unpack the box
of Christmas ornaments...

and put them on me.

Glass bells, glass birds
and icicle and tinsel!

Put them on me, Val!

Put them on me, Val! [laughs]

Oh.

I'm celebrating.

[laughs]

I'm celebrating...

oh...

my life beginning again. Val.

- [murmuring]
- Val.

Lady. Lady.

[Jabe, muttering] Buzzards.

Buzzards.

The clerk is robbing the store!
He's burning it!

Help here! The clerk is robbing the store!

Help here! It's burning! It's burning!

- Get out of here. Go on.
- Oh!

- Val!
- [bell tolling]

Jabe! Jabe, no!

Jabe, no! Jabe, no!

No, Jabe!

- [gunshot]
- [gasps]

[gunshot]

[Carol] Snakeskin!

Snakeskin! Don't go back!

- [sirens wailing]
- Please, don't go back!

[men shouting]

Get that door open!

- Release the pressure there! Pressure!
- Lady?

Release the pressure!

[shouting continues]

Lady!

Val.

Val.

Lady!

- Lady!
- Down here at once!

Hit it.

Lady?

[screaming]

[tolling continues]

[crying]

[tolling fades]

[clattering]

[glass tinkling]

[birds chirping]

What have you got there, Uncle?

I'll give you a gold ring for it.

Wild things leave skins behind them.

They leave clean skins
and teeth and white bones.

And these are tokens passed
from one to another...

so that the fugitive kind
can follow their kind.