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(Multicom Jingle)

(bluegrass music)

♪ Well all them country roads dry my throat and eyes ♪

♪ Dry my throat and eyes ♪

♪ Hush now child, baby don't you cry ♪

♪ Hush now child, baby don't you cry ♪

♪ Mama's there to help you by and by ♪

(humming)

♪ Lord lord lordy lord ♪

♪ Keep rolling down that road ♪

♪ Hush now child baby don't you cry ♪

(engine rumbling)

(baby crying)

— Hi Babs, come on in.

— [Babs] Nancy, is everything taken care of?

— Are you sure you wanna go through with this?

— [Babs] Yes.

It's my last chance to get him back.

— Okay, let's do it.

Everything's set up.

— Good.

— Here's the file, doctor.

— Thank you Nancy.

— [Nancy] You're welcome.

— Well good morning, Babs.

— [Babs] Good morning, Dr. Black.

— Nancy relayed your message

and said you sounded a little concerned.

I must say it's an

unusual request,

but I'll do my best to clear up any doubts, okay?

— [Babs] Thank you.

I really appreciate this.

— And how's my little president today?

You know, your mama named you after a very famous man.

(engine rumbling)

(talking indistinctly)

— Daddy, Daddy, can I take a break?

— Go ahead, I gotta change this bit anyway.

— What y'all doing out here?

You looking for work?

— Trying to hide from it.

Why, I go back home, Miles'll make me mow the yard.

— Mr. Jack, I got a job.

— Good, now you can pay me that two bucks you owe me.

— Yeah, old Bobby's gonna be pumping gas

till he's old enough to go in the army, aren't you?

Jack, we came here to make you a business proposition.

— Not another chain letter, Mike.

— No, no, nothing of the sort.

Show him, Bobby.

Looky here, a greased pig contest at the fair tonight

and 30 bucks jackpot.

I figured between the three of us, we got it sewed up.

— Well, what y'all got in mind?

— The way I see it, okay, Bobby and me will take

and we'll stop everybody else from getting that chunk of ham

while you, mister all—star athlete, catches it.

What do you think?

— Sounds good.

Three—way split?

— Yeah.

— Well, it was sorta my idea.

I figured maybe I could get a little bonus out of it.

— Oh, look, Mike.

— Three—way split, right, Mike?

— Yeah, yeah, that's right.

10 bucks a piece.

- All right.

Hello, $30-.

— [TV Woman] You don't even know what day this is.

— [TV Man] I do too, it's rent day.

(audience laughs)

— [TV Woman] It is not.

Today happens to be our wedding anniversary.

— [TV Man] Well, I knew it was a sad occasion of some kind.

(audience laughs)

— [TV Woman] What kind of remark is that?

Is that supposed to be funny?

— [TV Man] No, it isn't supposed to funny, Blanche—...

— All right y'all, I'm off to the fair.

— Now you guys go get 'em, okay?

— Sure will, Daddy.

— And don't you come home all muddy like he is

every night for the last 20 years.

— Mama, Mama, will you look, I brought some extra clothes.

— Well, good, use 'em.

- [Jack] I will.

(chuckles)

— The lipstick.

— Yup, see you later, Daddy.

— All right, nothing below the waist

unless you plan on marrying 'em.

(big band music)

— Oh Rich ol' boy, I don't know about blind dates,

especially in small Texas towns.

— Trust me Clifford, just trust me.

— Not so much, Karen.

I don't wanna look like a clown.

— Gin, darling, you look beautiful.

Look.

While you were away at finishing school,

I learned a lot about this sort of stuff now.

- You did?

— I'm practically a licensed beautician already.

(knocking)

— Come in.

— Miss Ginny, your gentleman friend's here.

— Oh, thank you, Pearl.

Tell him we'll be right down.

— Right down, mhmm.

♪ All night long ♪

— Oh, I can't believe—...

— Don't worry.

If I were ever ready on time, Richard would faint.

— Well, if I were ready on time, I would faint.

(laughing)

Oh.

— I think this dress may be a little bit too small.

— What are you saying?

(inhales deeply)

— Now remember, your date's name is Clifford.

He goes to school with Richard at Yale.

- Right.

— He's from New York.

— Gettin' it?

— Okay?

— Okay.

— You ready?

— Yes.

— Okay, let's go.

Oh, give me a minute.

Let's go!

Come on.

— [Karen] Okay, let's get our fannies to the fair.

(carnival music)

(screaming)

— [Karen] Oh, here we go again!

I think they're—...

— Whoa!

— Oh, shucks.

Sweetheart, couldn't you get it go a little bit longer?

— [Clifford] No, thank you.

— [Karen] Just a little bit longer?

— [Clifford] Thank you.

— Was that a no?

(laughing)

You all right?

— I think I'm gonna be sick.

— What?

— I think I'm gonna be sick.

— Well, you shouldn't have tried

to smoke your pipe on the ride.

— I think we need something

a little less strenuous than these rides.

— Well, how about the greased pig contest?

— Okay.

— That's worth a couple of cheap laughs.

— Greasy pig contest?

Some rural form of amusement, I suppose.

— Clifford, you too.

If you guys just wouldn't look down

your noses at everything,

you might see that culture and civilization

do exist west of the Mississippi.

— Suey!

Pig, Pig, Pig!

Suey!

Suey!

Pig, Pig, Pig!

Suey!

Suey!

Suey!

Pig, pig, pig, pig!

Suey!

Suey!

Suey!

Pig, suey, pig!

— All right, folks.

How about a big old country hand for Norma Lou Cotton,

our champion hog caller.

(cheering and applauding)

And for a fitting prize, Baumgardner's Buy Right Market

has donated a Texas—sized jar of pickled pig's feet.

(cheering and applauding)

(gagging)

And now, folks, it's time for our main event,

our annual greased pig contest with a $30 prize

going to the first boy that brings home the bacon.

— Hey, who's that beauty there next to Karen?

— Don't you remember her?

That's old banker Peterson's daughter.

She went back east to some snotty school.

— She sure is grade A.

— [Announcer] Our official judge tonight,

Sheriff Leroy Bryson.

Anytime you're ready, Sheriff.

(gun fires

(upbeat music) (crowd cheers)

(pig squealing)

(pig squealing)

— Oh!

— [Rich] Get off me you oaf!

— Watch where you're going!

— Sorry, I'm sorry I was—...

— Well congratulations.

You've really done it this time.

I can't believe you, Jack.

— Watch where you're going next time.

— Stay out there where you belong.

— The winner of our greased pig contest, Bubba Jones.

(cheering and applauding) (booing)

— [Rich] You look fine.

— Well, I certainly feel much better.

— Listen, it's 9:30, and what would you like to do?

— 9:30?

— [Karen] 9:30?

— Well what's the matter?

Past your bedtime?

— No.

It's just that we told Mama we'd help

run the charity booth between nine and 10.

Well, maybe it's just too late.

Maybe we should just forget it.

— But Gin, don't you remember?

We promised.

— Yeah, we did promise.

— Besides, it's gonna be fun.

— Okay, all right.

I guess we better go.

— All right, listen.

We'll go see the exhibits,

and we'll meet you back at the booth around 10.

— [Ginny] Okay.

— Yeah, we'll go see how to grow cotton trees.

— All right, see ya.

(carnival music)

— Right this way, ladies and gentlemen.

Step right up.

You got here just in time because it is showtime.

Time for the biggest show on the Midway.

Here we have the fabulous Broadway Burlesque Revue,

18 of the most beautiful ladies in all the world

and featuring the little lady who put the smile in the Nile,

King Farouk's favorite belly dancer.

He loved her.

He wanted to marry her.

She said, Farouk you, king.

And would you believe,

will appear in person on the stage tonight.

Now would you like to see her work?

— [Audience] Yeah!

(cheering)

— I thought you would.

Here is Queen Cleo!

(seductive saxophone music)

Isn't she lovely?

— Take it, mama!

Woo!

(laughs)

— I knew you'd love her.

Now let's hear it.

Is she wonderful or not, friends, I'm asking you.

(cheering and applauding)

Please, please, more unbelievable is the fact

that you can see this presentation of popertude

for just 50 cents.

— Jack, why pay 50 cents for a look

when you can pay a quarter for a touch, huh?

— Ready to contribute to charity?

(laughing)

Hey, give me my gum back.

— Jack, look who's here.

— [Jack] Oh, no, it's that girl again.

— Come on, Jack.

What are you, a man or a mouse?

— Oh come on, Jack.

— Hey, Jack.

If I were you, I'd go over

and apologize real proper like

while Bobby and I take and spend our life earnings

over there on Karen.

Well what do you say?

All right, let's go do it.

— [Jack] Sure, sure.

(laughs)

Howdy

— Hi.

— Look, I just wanted to apologize

about getting your dress all muddied like that

I was chasing that pig, I didn't mean—...

— I know.

— I'm sorry.

— That's okay, just forget it.

- Well.

— Just let me freshen up, okay?

— Why, I wouldn't do that for $100!

— Hey, get away from here.

— It's the guy who covered me with mud.

What should I do?

— Well, it's simple, Gin.

Does he have a quarter?

— Yeah.

— Well then kiss him.

(clears throat)

— Howdy.

A quarter goes along way these days, don't it, Rich?

— So this is what you call helping charity, huh?

I can't turn my back on you for 10 minutes.

— Richard, it was nothing, okay?

Besides, you don't own me.

— Nothing?

You call that nothing?

— I don't wanna discuss it.

Come on, Karen.

Let's go ride while Richard grows up.

(gentle music)

Whoa!

(neighing)

Easy.

— Oh, darling.

Oh, I love your fancy riding.

(sighs)

I'm so glad you're back, Gin.

I haven't had anybody to ride with.

— Oh, gosh.

It feels like I've been away from Noble forever.

— What was it like?

Four years in a school with no boys?

(giggles)

— Well, I guess I learned a lot.

I guess I missed a lot too.

You know, I started seeing Richard again

since I've been gone.

— You know, I think I prefer the homegrown variety.

You know what I mean?

— Oh, you mean like the crazies at the pig contest?

— Yeah.

(giggles)

— Who was the one who covered me in mud?

— That's Jack Duncan.

He's a dreamboat, don't you think?

You know, he was practically captain of every ball team

at Noble High School?

— Yeah, he was kinda cute.

I think they're thirsty, come on.

(clicks tongue)

— Let's go, darling.

(frogs croaking)

(chuckles)

— Hi ho, Silver!

(splashes)

— Dammit, Duncan, you sunk the ship!

You ruined my cigar!

Athlete jerk, it's my turn now.

I'm gonna do a cannonball on your head!

(laughs)

— Where's Bobby?

I thought he was supposed to meet us here.

— Yeah, well, he's always late, especially days.

Why, he's practicing to go in the Army.

— [Jack] You're kidding me.

— No.

(rustling)

— Hey, who's that?

- Shh, it's Bobby.

Let's scare him.

Shh.

(laughing)

Geronimo!

(screams)

Oh no.

— Michael Miller!

You maniac!

You cotton picking, I can't believe you!

— [Jack] Hey, he didn't meant to—...

— [Ginny] Come on, Dido.

— Look, we didn't think it was you,

we thought it was someone else.

— Who were you expecting, President Truman?

— I'm sorry.

— Just leave me alone!

I think you've done just far enough.

— [Jack] Look.

— Look what?

— We made a mistake.

You see we thought it was Bobby.

We didn't know it was,

here.

— Leave me alone!

— I swear, I didn't mean it.

Please forgive.

We were kinda playing a joke on a friend, you see?

— You know what, you don't have any pants on.

— Would you be interested in seeing a movie

next Saturday night?

It's John Wayne.

— [Ginny] Come on Karen.

(bluegrass music)

(horn honking)

(upbeat marching music)

— [Narrator] In Washington, President Truman opens

the opportunity savings bond drive.

Save money and strengthen America.

Independence, Missouri bond launching ceremony

in the Truman hometown.

Treasury Secretary Snider presiding.

1949 is the 100th anniversary of the California Gold Rush,

symbolized by covered wagons

to be sent all over the country.

The slogan bids us emulate the 49ers

and seek wealth by buying bond.

— Ain't that the banker's daughter

over there with Rich Turd?

— Yeah.

I already noticed her.

— [Narrator] On the tide waters of Connecticut's

River Thames, a spectator flotilla sets a gala scene

as Harvard's superbly trained varsity eight

stands ready to give Coach Tom Bowles

another triumph over a Yale crew determined to break

the four—year reign of the crimson sweeps.

Along the shore, fully 30,000 lend vocal support

to the 78th renewal of this historic rowing rivalry.

(cheering)

— Hey.

— [Narrator] Nearing the halfway mark—...

— Don't Richie go to Yale?

— Yeah.

(laughing)

— Go Harvard!

Go Harvard!

(crowd shouting)

— Come on!

— Get your rear out of there!

Let's come on, Harvard!

Go, go Harvard, get 'em!

All right!

(laughs)

— Shh.

(crowd shouting)

— Yeah!

— Woohoo!

(laughing)

— Yay Harvard!

Yay Harvard!

(laughing)

— You're thrown out of here!

Listen, ice head and four eyes!

I'm gonna have you two out of here in a minute,

I'm gonna have the manager down here, and both of you two

are gonna be out of here.

— Prove it—...

— What in the world is going on here?!

Okay, buddy, let's go.

- Who?

Me?

It was they who started the disturbance, sir.

— Are you crazy?

— Well let's all three just go.

— It must've been the other guy with the mohawk.

— My father is a very important attorney!

— We'll decide that in the office.

Big man, let's go, let's all three.

— I'm gonna miss the cartoon.

— You are gonna be the cartoon, fatso,

let's get out of here and hold it down.

Just hold it down.

- [Mike] Nazi.

— [Manager] And let's move it on out of here.

Hold it down.

Move it.

(mischievous music)

(laughs)

— Hi.

Mind if I sit down?

— Sure, have a seat.

— I can only stay a minute,

but I'd kinda like to make peace between us.

I don't think my clothes can stand anymore mud baths.

(laughs)

— Look, I'm the one that should be apologizing.

And if you recall, I did try.

— I know.

Friends?

— [Radio Announcer] Be sure to be listening tonight

when Kate Smith calls on this station.

Wherever you are, she may call you.

This is ABC, the American Broadcasting Company.

Palmolive soap, your beauty hope and luster cream shampoo

for soft, glamorous, caressable hair bring you our—...

— [Ellen] Jack!

Come on!

(big band music)

— Just a second, Mama.

— I tell you about that dream I had the other night?

(Jack laughs)

Now listen to this, Jack.

I dreamed I was on a desert island.

It was Clark Gable and John Wayne and me.

All of a sudden I heard this scream,

it was Lana Turner, she was on a sinking ship.

She had a chicken under her arm.

Name was Ralph.

Wait a minute.

(laughs)

Ralph?

Ralph, is that you?

That's mighty fine cooking, honey.

It is.

Good cooking.

— Cecil!

(laughs)

— She at it again?

— Aww, she's just a little upset.

She wants to get a new dress out of that catalog

and I can't afford it.

Gotta get a new bit for the drill.

— Want another biscuit, honey?

— Sure Mama.

— What are you gonna do this afternoon?

You wanna listen to those Cardinals

beat those bums from Brooklyn on the radio?

— I can't.

I met this girl at the movie theater the other night,

and she invited me over.

— Well who might that be?

— Well I don't think you know her.

She was at boarding school for about four years.

Her name's Ginny Peterson.

— Alex Peterson's daughter?

— I guess so.

I think her daddy's a banker or something.

— Well then it is Alex Peterson's daughter.

And I can tell you, son, you're just wasting your time.

— Now Ellen, don't go trying to tell the boy

who he can go out with and who he can't.

— Cecil, I know those Petersons.

They're only concerned with money,

and since we don't have any money,

then they sure aren't gonna be concerned with us.

— Well all I know is Alex Peterson loaned me the money

to start my business.

— Cecil, that is what bankers are supposed to do.

And if you hadn't paid him back,

it would be Alex Peterson's business now too.

— Well, I think you're being a little hard on him.

Besides, is that any way to talk about

the boy who signed your yearbook "love always, Alex?"

— High school was a long time ago.

— Thank you, Pearl.

Connie, best blackberry cobbler I had

since your mother died, god rest her soul.

— Well thank you, Danny, it is her recipe.

— I hope you all don't mind my dropping in unexpected—like.

— Danny, you know our house is your house.

— That's right, I did give you this house

as a wedding present, didn't I?

(sighs)

Speaking of presents.

Lisa, tell me, what's this?

— A pony?

A pony!

Pearl, Pearl!

I'm getting a pony!

- [Pearl] Goodness gracious.

— Danny!

You shouldn't have.

— Why not?

I bought one for Ginny.

I don't want to show no favoritism.

Alex, let's you and me go talk some business, huh?

— Yes Colonel.

(bluegrass music)

(doorbell rings)

— [Ginny] I'll get it.

— [Jack] How are you?

— Hi, fine.

Come on in.

— This okay for croquet?

— Yeah.

— Good.

— Let's go around back now and set up—...

— I didn't know what to wear.

— Oh, come on.

— I don't care what problems you've got.

(knocking)

— Sorry to bother y'all, but we're getting ready

to play croquet, if you'd like to come.

— Not me, honey, I got some work to do.

— I'll be out in a minute, dear.

— Okay.

(door closes)

— Alex, you oughta spend more time with your children.

One minute they're split—tailed babies and the next,

grown up young ladies.

(upbeat jazz music)

(knocking)

- Daddy?

— [Alex] Yeah.

— Daddy, can you come out for a minute, say hello?

— Sure honey.

Hello—...

— Hi, how you doing.

— Daddy, this is Jack Duncan.

Jack, my daddy.

— Nice to meet you, Mr. Peterson.

— My pleasure.

Well excuse me, I got some work I gotta finish.

— Okay.

— Bye.

— Well he's really busy right now.

Come on.

— [Jack] He seems nice.

— [Ginny] He is.

— [Jack] This is a really nice house

you have yourself, Ginny.

— Thanks.

— [Jack] Beautiful.

— [Ginny] Well.

— I really enjoyed myself, Ginny.

— Good.

Call me sometime, okay?

— Okay.

I will-.

Solong.

— Bye.

(birds chirping)

— [Alex] Hey Ginny, can I see you a minute?

— Yeah, sure Daddy.

Yes?

— I was just wondering.

When'd you start dating that Jack Duncan?

I thought you went out with Richard Thompson.

— I know.

You sure look surprised when you saw Jack.

— Well, it's just that I expected to see Richard,

that's all.

I mean, Richard's such a nice young man.

And honey, personally,

I feel he's more suitable for you than the Duncan kid.

— Daddy, I'm a 17—year—old woman now.

Please don't worry about me, all right?

(door opens, closes)

(sighs)

(light jazz music)

(phone ringing)

— Hello?

— Hello, Babs?

It's Alex.

Fine.

Can you talk?

Good, yeah.

Yeah, it has been a long time, hasn't it?

Look, Babs, the real reason I'm calling is,

you are aware this problem is developing, aren't you?

Well,

good.

Look, you do what you can at your end.

I'll do what I can.

Okay Babs.

Okay.

Bye bye.

(engine rumbling)

(horn honks)

(light music)

— No luck, huh?

— I left a message.

— Ah, don't worry about it, Jack.

Women are nothing but trouble.

Why, I had an uncle once whose wife gave him so much grief

that he finally blowed her head off.

— What'd they do to him?

— He went to jail for two weeks!

— Two weeks, is that all?

— Then they hung him.

(laughing)

Coke for Jack.

(laughs)

— Good afternoon, sir.

— Hello, Pearl.

— You're home kinda late today, Mr. Peterson.

— Yep.

If it isn't one thing it's another.

— Yes sir.

— Got any messages?

— Only one for Miss Ginny, I left it over by the phone.

- All right.

Pea“?

Make me one of my special iced teas, will ya?

(bluegrass music)

— Thanks sweetie.

Put the brew on his tab.

♪ I'm all alone and have a blue, blue—— ♪

- [Bobby] All right.

I'm on a hot streak.

Double or nothing?

— No, let's go out and get some fresh air.

— Well damn, sounds good.

— [Mike] Let's go find something with blond hair,

blue eyes, and sweet smellin'.

(laughs)

(dog barking)

— Beer, boys?

— Have some chips.

Hey baby.

Want a hot dog to go with that shake?

(laughing)

— Hi Mike.

Whatcha doing?

— Come here and I'll tell you.

— Nah.

I better go home.

— Well I got some nice ice cold beer.

Want a sip?

(laughs)

— I like your shirt, Mike.

— Thank you.

— I haven't seen you for a while, Jack.

What you been up to?

— Nothing.

Playing ball, helping my old man.

(horn honks)

— Hey Richie, where'd you learn how to drive that car?

(laughing)

(bluegrass music)

(thunder crashing)

— Ooh.

I hope it doesn't rain.

— Dad, is it okay if I go into town for a while?

I'll be back in time to help you take down then pipes.

— Sure son, I don't see why not.

Me and this old rig ain't going nowhere.

— Thanks Dad.

— You take it easy, and you drive careful, you hear?

Hey, skinny, you forgot your lunch.

(engine rumbling)

(cows mooing)

(light music)

(birds chirping)

— Hi.

— Hi, how you doing?

— Are you Mr. Duncan?

— Well I sure am, miss, what can I do for you?

— My name's Virginia Peterson.

I'm a friend of Jack's.

Saw your rig, I thought he might be around.

— I'm sorry, Ginny, he went to town on an errand,

probably won't be back for quite a while.

— Oh.

Well would you tell him I stopped by?

— I sure will.

— Okay, thanks a lot.

— You're welcome, bye bye.

— Howdy.

— Hi Jack, what can I do for you?

— Well, I was just in the neighborhood

and I thought I'd stop by and say hi to Ginny.

She around right now?

— She's not here.

But I'll tell her you came by, though.

All right?

— Oh, could you give her these flowers for me too?

— That's nice.

Yeah, I'll give 'em to her.

— Okay.

Thank you.

Buh bye.

— Alex?

Who's that at the door?

— Some kid selling roses.

(engine rumbling)

(suspenseful music)

(shouts)

♪ Those lives were mine to love and cherish ♪

♪ To guard and guide along life's way ♪

♪ Oh god forbid that one should perish ♪

♪ That one at last should go astray ♪

♪ Back in the years with all together ♪

♪ Around the place we'd romp and play ♪

♪ 80 lonely now, I oft times wonder ♪

♪ Oh will they come back home someday ♪

♪ I'm lonesome for my precious children ♪

♪ They “we so far away 3

♪ Oh may they hear my calling ♪

♪ Calling ♪

♪ And come back home someday ♪

(insects chirping)

(knocking)

— [Jack] Ginny.

— Hello Jack.

Mama sent this over for y'all.

I'm real sorry about your father.

— Come on in.

Mama's sleeping right now, so.

Make yourself at home.

Have a seat.

— Is this your mother?

— Yeah, that's my mama.

Babs Babson, Noble High sweetheart.

The other girl there, that's Nancy Morgan.

Remember she used to work with old Doc Black?

— Yeah, I think so.

— Ginny—— — Jack.

— Go ahead.

— That's all right.

You go ahead.

— Just kinda surprised that you stopped by

after you avoided my calls.

— Avoided your calls?

— I stopped by your house, even.

— I thought you were ignoring me.

(light music)

♪ You came along ♪

♪ The time was right, I couldn't find a light so bright ♪

♪ Ignites a lover's dream ♪

♪ And you were the one 3

♪ The stars, the sun, the evening sky, the moon at night ♪

♪ You were this dream ♪

♪ Dreams can come true ♪

♪ I found mine in you ♪

♪ You ♪

— It's a lover's moon out.

— How can you tell?

(insects chirping)

— You really wanna know?

— Yeah.

— When I was a little girl,

I used to sit on the swing with my grandmother,

and she would look out at the moon and say,

"a lover's moon is always clear and bright,

"adding true love throughout the night.

"But a liar's moon looks misty and gray.

"It's going to drive true love away."

(engine stalling)

Are we out of gas?

— Oh.

No, it's that darn fuel pump again.

(clock ticking)

— Well, thanks for taking me.

I had a really good time anyway.

— Would it help if I went in there

and talked to him for you?

— No, no.

Well I better go.

— So long, Ginny.

(engine revving)

— Oh, hi Daddy, I know I'm late, I'm sorry.

— Virginia Peterson, it is 12:30.

— I know.

— We called the skating rink at exactly 11:30.

They had not seen you all night.

— Daddy, we didn't go to the skating rink, we—...

— Look, your mother's upstairs,

she's worried herself sick about you.

And why in the hell didn't you tell us you're going

with that Duncan kid?!

— Daddy, it's not his fault, would you just listen—...

— I don't care whose fault it was.

— Daddy, you don't know what happened.

— I'm gonna tell you one thing, young lady,

you're never gonna see that boy again.

— Would you just listen to me before you say that?

— You're never gonna see him again!

— I can explain everything, Daddy.

— Do you hear me?

Never again!

Now get upstairs.

— [Ginny] I don't understand!

— [Alex] What don't you understand?!

— I thought we could talk about these things,

if you would just give him a chance, maybe—...

— Not another word, get!

(crying)

(light jazz music)

— Don't you just love it?

Mama helped me do it just like hers.

— How is your mama?

— Oh, she's fine.

She's waiting tables right now,

but she might get a chance to sing

in the Grand Ole Opry with Ernest Tuft.

— [Ginny] Really?

— Yeah.

— That'd be great.

— Not for me, though.

I'm headed for the silver screen.

And when I get to Hollywood,

they're not gonna call me Karen Covucci anymore.

They're gonna call me Karen Crystal!

It's got class, you know?

Well I got a smile out of you, anyway.

Hey, Gin, don't worry about it.

We'll just put our pretty little heads together

and figure something out.

— Karen, my daddy won't even talk about Jack.

(sighs)

They're so much alike, but he just refuses to see

one good thing about him.

— So we'll just have to work around him, won't we?

Let's see.

Well first you're gonna have to keep up

your appearances with Richard.

(groans)

— What about the Independence Day dance?

— That'll be a toughy.

But I'll think of something.

You know, I just think we might have some good ol' boys

that would just love to help us out.

(singing)

(shouting indistinctly)

(horns honking)

— Okay, okay, let's go.

(laughing)

Well of course we'd love to see Jack and Ginny get together.

He's our best friend.

But what's in it for us?

I mean, you give a little, you get a little.

It's the American way, isn't it?

— Just what sort of deal would y'all have in mind?

— You showed us your panties for a dime one time.

— Robert Adams, that was in sixth grade.

— Aww, come on, Karen.

Let's go out back and see a little free show, huh?

May the lord make me a leper if I lay one hand, one finger,

on your luscious, beautiful body.

— Well I guess it couldn't hurt now, could it?

Well, okay.

Just,

what if somebody sees us?

You're crazy.

Bye, see you later.

— Whoa whoa whoa whoa, wait.

You still live with your grandma?

— Yeah, why?

— Nothing.

Just, when do you usually go to bed?

— Oh, I suppose tonight around 10:30.

And I sleep in that hot old back bedroom, you know,

in the back of Grandma's house?

- Uh huh.

— That's so hot I have to keep the shades up

just to get a little circulation.

Bye bye, y'all.

— [Mike] We'll see you.

— I sure hope so.

— Ooh—ea.

I wish I had a swing like that in my backyard.

(bangs)

- [Mike] Bobby.

— [Bobby] Don't see a thing.

— You can see good from right here,

I bet you can see everything.

All right.

— [Bobby] What time is it?

— [Mike] Oh yeah, let me see.

Why, it's 10:30 right on the dot!

(light music)

— [Bobby] Look, her right on time.

— [Mike] She's better than the bus.

Ooh, let down that hair.

— [Bobby] I know.

— What's next?

I wonder if she's a real blonde?

Oh my god.

(dog snarling)

New, get away from me'.!

Let go, let go, let go!

Fido, whatever your name is, let go!

Aww shit.

(grumbling)

I'm gonna beat the shit outta you, let go of me.

Where's my knife at?

I'm gonna get that dog.

Let go.

Fido!

I'm gonna send you home on your butt, boy, let go of me.

(dog whining)

(laughing)

Bobby, what happened?

(crashes)

Bobby, Bobby!

What happened?

(spits)

— Hello, Richie, come on in.

— Hello, Mr. Peterson.

— You really are ready for the Independence Day dance,

aren't ya?

— My mother made them especially for Ginny.

— That's nice, they're lovely.

Let me get her down here, come on.

Ginny, Richard's here!

— Okay Daddy, I'll be right down.

Hi Richard.

— Good evening, Mrs. Peterson.

— Hello.

— Beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady.

— Oh, thanks.

They're pretty.

They remind me of you, my all—American man.

— I got some good news for both of you.

— You do? — Yep.

I got a call from a friend of mine in New York,

and Ginny's been accepted to Vasser this fall.

— [Richard] Great!

That's not far from Yale.

— That's quite a surprise, Daddy.

— Well I thought you'd love it.

Don't let us keep you from the dance.

No hurry to get home.

(swing music)

(whistles)

— Look who's here.

Karen and the pigman.

— Hi Karen.

— Hi Gin, how you doing?

— Fine.

— Real good to see you.

Hey, you're looking good, Rich.

— Thanks.

You look rather special yourself.

— Well thank you.

Y'all try that punch yet?

— Oh, no, we just got here.

— You really should, it's great.

Hey Jack, why don't you go get us some more, would ya?

— Sure thing darling.

— Thank you.

Well Rich, I bet you Yale men really know how to drink,

don't ya?

- [Mike] Yale, hell.

— What was that remark, Miller?

— I said Ivy League Sissies don't know nothin'

about no real drinkin'.

— Oh yeah?

— Yeah.

And I'm not talking about girls, you know, woman's whiskey,

I'm talking' about jet fuel, 200 proof pure grain alcy—hol.

Well, you up for it?

- Well,

yeah!

— All right, let's get with it.

You, Bobby, me, and this here bottle of booze.

— Richard.

— Don't worry, this won't take long.

(laughing)

— All clear, boys, we can get to partying.

(laughs)

— What is this place, your living room?

— Yeah, well, why don't you sit right down

here in my loveseat then, okay boy?

Let's get down to it, shall we?

— Let's go.

— You want a tester first?

— You ain't getting scared, are ya?

(chuckling)

(mumbling)

— Ooh.

(laughing)

Ooh, ooh.

(laughing)

(mumbling)

— Here you go.

— '49 sure is a good year for grain.

- Stupid hick.

(laughing)

— You gotta be crazy to drink that stuff straight.

— Here's an old family recipe.

(laughs)

You'll like that.

(laughing)

— Told you it's good.

(coughing)

(panting)

(whooping)

(heaving)

(laughing)

— Yeah, should do it!

(laughing)

(swing music)

♪ Lead me on with a kiss ♪

♪ That I'll miss when you're gone dear ♪

♪ Fool me with your smile and stay a while ♪

♪ Lead me on with your grace ♪

♪ And your beautiful face ♪

♪ Lead me on with your smile for a while ♪

♪ Lead me on ♪

— Yow, yow!

(laughing)

Yow, yow!

(laughing)

— We're down!

(laughing)

This is it!

(laughing)

Open the mouth and down the throat,

this here stuff could kill a goat!

(laughing)

(gurgling)

Boy, this here is some good stuff,

I hope we get some more of it.

(laughing)

(glass crunching)

(laughing)

(waltz music)

♪ I know you, boy, and I ♪

♪ We'll spend life together ♪

♪ Through all kinds of weather ♪

♪ Forever 3

♪ I'll be there whenever ♪

♪ Time brings stormy weather ♪

♪ To make love seem better ♪

♪ Forever 3

♪ When the evening comes along ♪

♪ Down by the (war 3

♪ And we sit a while and talk about forever ♪

♪ And I'll love you forever ♪

♪ Forever dear ♪

(insects chirping)

— I love you, Ginny.

— I love you too.

— What's the matter, huh?

(sighs)

— Daddy wants to send me back east to go to college.

— When?

— September.

— Well look, it ain't gonna make any difference.

- Why?

— 'Cause I love you.

I wanna marry you now.

— Oh, Jack.

(sighs)

We talked about this before.

How can we get married when my daddy won't even talk to you?

Much less give us consent.

— Look, if we go to Louisiana or Arkansas,

we ain't even gonna need your daddy's consent.

And then when you turn 18 we can come back here.

— You mean elope?

— Yeah.

— Well what about your mother?

— She's got enough insurance money to last her.

Afraid she's happier with money

than she was with my daddy anyway.

— I don't know.

There's so much to think about.

— After tonight, your daddy's bound to find out about us

anyway, and then there's no telling what he'll do.

— Jack...

I wanna-.

— Look Ginny, then we can leave tonight.

I'm tired of slipping around here.

Look, I'm tired of hiding our love.

Look, I love you, I wanna shout it out to the world.

I'm gonna shout it out right here.

Ginny, I love you.

I love Ginny Peterson.

Mhmm, I love you.

— [Ginny] Jack.

— Tonight, let's leave tonight.

— Okay.

(suspenseful music)

(dog barking)

— [Jack] Ginny.

(gasping)

Pearl, shh!

It's me, Jack Duncan.

— What you doing here?

— Shh, I can hear you all the way down the hall!

— What in the hell is you children up to?

— We're going away.

Jack and I love each other very much.

We wanna get married!

— Honey.

— Oh Pearl.

Please don't tell anyone.

Please don't tell anybody.

I love him.

— Daddy, you being mean to Mom again?

— No.

Mommy's not feeling very well this morning.

Why don't you go on back to your room

and Pearl will bring you some nice breakfast.

— But I don't wanna go!

— Did you hear your mama?

Get to your room.

Now!

— What's all this yelling about Ginny being gone?

— Pearl found this this morning.

— Sure did.

Want some coffee, Colonel?

— No thanks, Pearl.

So she eloped with Jack Duncan.

Frisky little filly, ain't she?

— I don't find any humor in it.

I think we should call the police.

— What's the charge, being in love?

— Look, Colonel, you don't understand.

The Duncan boy is not right for Ginny.

It won't work!

We gotta stop 'em.

— Alex, you got a right to your opinion,

however wrong you may be.

Now I thought that Duncan boy was a nice young man.

If you'd have given him Chinaman's chance

you'd have thought so too.

Let me give you some advice, Alex.

Shut up, simmer down.

They'll be back when they're good and ready.

— I'm going to work.

— It's about time.

— Hey Pearl, I'll take that coffee now.

(somber music)

(bluegrass music)

(doorbell ringing)

— [Jack] Howdy.

— 80 early?

My, you two must really want to get married.

— Yes ma'am.

- Well.

Come on in.

I'll wake up the justice.

— [Ginny] Thanks.

— Howdy, young folks.

Clara tells me you're just raring to get hitched.

Well that's fine, it's a nice way to start the day.

Just give me those forms there, we'll get things going,

just step right up here, we can make this all nice and easy.

That's it.

Clara, we're waitin'!

— [Clara] Okay, just let me turn down the stove.

♪ Love is fore... ♪

— We're gathered here today to wed,

in the state of matrimony, Andrew Jackson Duncan

and Virginia Prudence Peterson.

(sniffing)

Something's burning!

— Bacon.

— By the powers invested in me in the state of Louisiana,

I pronounce you man and wife.

(laughs)

Let's eat.

— That was really good, thank you all.

— Oh, our pleasure, dear, least we can do

is start y'all off with a full stomach.

— Well, time to get ready for the picture.

Come on now, smile.

That's okay.

(shutter clicks)

That's fine.

It'll be ready in about a week.

Where would you like me to mail it to?

— Really not sure.

I wanna stay in Louisiana.

Find work somewhere.

— Well, they're building a new pipeline

around the Croix Parish.

Course, some weeks they're hiring and some weeks they ain't.

— Yeah, well, I guess it's worth a try.

— Well why don't I send it general delivery to Mentir?

Now there's a town you ought to go to.

— Yeah, Mentir, okay.

(bluegrass music)

(doorbell rings)

— [Jack] Hi ma'am.

— May I help you?

— Yes'm, we're looking for a place to stay,

do you have any vacant rooms?

— We certainly do.

Won't you please come in?

— [Man] I don't know what's happened to this country.

— Oh, Charlie, what do you know about anything?

— Hello.

— That was Charlie and Arla, they came down

from Boston years ago.

Oh, by the way.

I'm Jeanene Dubois.

I've been running this boarding house for 20 years.

You're lucky, this is our best room.

And there's a kitchenette right around the corner.

It's a great find.

You won't find anything for less in all of La Croix Parish.

— How much is it?

— Well normally we charge $40 a month.

But I'll let you have it for $35.

Sunday dinners included.

How is that?

— Well, okay, we'll take it.

(light music)

— Hi honey.

— Hi.

— You must be my newlywed neighbor.

I'm Lora Mae Bouvier.

— Well, I'm Ginny Peterson, Duncan.

My husband's name is Jack.

— It's a pleasure.

If you need anything, you just holler.

— Okay.

— Not too early though, I work nights.

— All right, I'll be sure and tell Jack.

— Honey.

I don't mean to be personal but,

you're gonna wear that on your honeymoon?

— Well, yeah.

You see, we left in a hurry.

— Oh.

Sweetie, why don't you come in here a minute?

I wanna show you something.

— Okay.

(gentle music)

(door closes)

(horns honking)

— Mr. Peterson, this is Mr. Logan.

— How do you do, sir.

— Fine, fine, have a seat.

— Thank you.

(horns honking)

You mind if I smoke?

— No sir, go right ahead.

Logan, I can't tell you more than I told you

on the phone the other day.

— How long they been gone?

— Oh, almost a week.

I was hoping they'd be back by now.

— Mhmm.

You got any idea where they headed?

— Louisiana, Arkansas.

They'd have to pick a state that allows underage marriages.

You see Ginny won't be 18 till next November.

- Uh huh.

(sighs)

— Logan, I want her home.

— Mhmm.

Gonna cost some money to run all over

Arkansas and Louisiana.

— I know.

— I can give you a reasonable advance,

but how much?

— I'll need 500 now and 1000 on delivery, plus expenses.

— I just work at this bank, I don't own it.

— Listen, you want your daughter back?

— Yeah.

Here you go.

This was taken of Ginny, oh, a couple months ago.

I don't have a picture of the boy.

— Hmm.

Sure would help if I had one.

— Well, let's see.

(horn honking)

Here you go.

— Good.

I'll keep in touch.

— Yes sir.

(light music)

(knocking)

— [Lora Mae] Come in.

— I have the rest of your stuff done.

Where would you like me to put 'em?

— Oh, you can just put it on the bed, honey.

Can't tell you how much I appreciate that.

How much do I owe you?

— Well, a dollar would be fine, unless that's too much.

— Are you kiddin'?

That's worth almost $100 to me.

Here you go.

People in my profession don't get a chance

to wash their clothes.

— Thanks.

— Lora Mae.

— [Lora Mae] Mhmm.

— What exactly is your profession.

— I'm an entertainer.

— Oh.

Then do you sing?

— No.

I sell my body.

— Oh.

Well, the Bible says that your body is the temple

of the Lord.

— Yeah?

Well a lot guys have worshiped in mine.

♪ Up in the morning ♪

(♪ Out on the 30k) 3

♪ Work like the devil for my pay ♪

♪ But that lucky old sun ♪

♪ Ain't got nothing to do ♪

♪ But just roll around heaven all day ♪

♪ I fuss with my woman ♪

♪ Toy with my kid ♪

♪ Sweat till a break out in gray ♪

♪ But that lucky old sun ♪

♪ Ain't got nothing to do ♪

♪ But just roll around heaven all day ♪

♪ Dear lord above, don't you see how I'm fighting ♪

♪ I got tears all in my eyes ♪

♪ Why don't you send down that cloud ♪

♪ With the silver lining ♪

♪ Lead me to paradise ♪

♪ Show me that (war 3

♪ won't you take me across 3

♪ Wash all my troubles away ♪

♪ But that lucky old sun ♪

♪ Ain't got nothing to do ♪

♪ But roll around heaven all day ♪

♪ Just roll around heaven ♪

— See, she stands to inherit quite a lot of money

and I've been hired to locate her so she can collect.

— Yes, I remember her.

It was a breakfast wedding about three months ago.

Ginny and Jake.

— Jack.

— Oh, Jack, Jack and Ginny, very lovely couple.

— And do you happen to recollect where they was headed?

— No, I remember he was looking for work.

Do you remember where we sent that wedding picture, Clara?

— Down around that new pipeline, I remember that.

— Well, it could be La Port or it could be La Croix Parish.

Why don't you try down there?

— Sure thing.

Will do.

(door closes)

(suspenseful music)

— Ginny, I'm home.

(switch clicking)

— Surprise!

(laughing)

Happy anniversary!

Look.

— You scared me.

— 100 candles, one for each day we've been married.

— You scared me.

— Sorry, I thought you liked surprises.

— I like surprises, just don't pull that one

until it's our real 100th anniversary.

— Okay.

Make a wish.

— Okay.

— Okay?

(blowing)

(laughing)

Come here.

Sit down.

Undo these.

No, it's not what you're thinking.

Ah.

— It's a shirt.

— Oh.

Where'd the collar go, though?

— [Ginny] Well, Arla hasn't taught me

how to make a collar yet.

— Well, I love it anyway.

— [Ginny] You do?

(laughs)

— I got something for you too.

I was saving it for your birthday, but since,

down here.

— Jack!

(scoffs)

Oh, Jack.

(tinkling music)

It's gorgeous.

— I love you, little lady.

— You made me the happiest girl in the whole world.

— You mean that, really?

— Yeah, really.

— Well, I don't know, you gave up a lot for me.

— I know.

But that was the best decision of my life.

Especially now.

— Why especially now?

(gentle music)

- Well.

'Cause I think I'm gonna have a baby.

— But, what, a baby, what?

A baby, a baby?

— Yes.

- A baby!

— You're beginning to sound a bit like Bobby!

(laughing)

- A baby.

Me and you.

— Yes.

Now don't get too excited yet.

I already seen a doctor, and we should know pretty soon.

— Baby.

(light music) (birds chirping)

— There's a Dr. Black calling long distance from Texas.

He says it's important.

— Hello.

This is Dr. Mullen.

Oh yes.

Did you get my request for Ginny's medical records?

What?

Are you sure?

Yes, the results are positive, she's pregnant all right.

Mhmm.

Yeah.

I guess that's the only thing we can do.

As soon as possible.

Thank you Doctor.

Mary.

Get Ginny Duncan over her right away.

(somber music)

— Ginny, afraid I've got some very bad news for you.

— I'm not pregnant.

— Nope, trouble is you are.

Lam?

Well I don't understand.

— I don't know how to say this, but,

you cannot have this baby,

because your father, Alex Peterson,

is also the father of your husband.

— No.

Doctor,

I love my husband.

I want to have a family!

You're lying.

You're lying!

My daddy put you up to this, didn't he!

— No.

I wish to god I was lying, but I'm not.

— Oh my god.

Can't you do something?

Can't you fix it so that I don't have any more babies

so I can stay with my husband, please?!

— In Louisiana, only a few things are illegal,

but incest is certainly one of them,

and we're going to have to terminate the pregnancy

and then you can see about annulling the marriage.

— I have to talk to Jack.

I have to talk to my husband.

— Since you're underage he's gonna have to

sign the forms anyway.

Tell you what, give you a couple of hours

while I set up for the operation over at the clinic.

That's all the time we can have,

because you're almost three months pregnant,

and it gets more dangerous for you every day.

— I'm gonna talk to my husband.

Okay?

I'm gonna talk to Jack.

(crows cawing) (dog barking)

— Hello?

Dr. Black please.

Yeah.

Hi!

Doc Black?

This is Ginny Peterson.

I have to know.

Did you talk to a Dr. Mullen?

Is it true?

Is it true?

(crow cawing)

Oh my god.

(solemn music) (crow cawing)

(crying)

— Come on in, Alex.

Sit down.

I made you a drink.

— No thank you.

Look, what is it you couldn't tell me over the phone?

Are they all right?

Where are they?

— Jack and Ginny are in Mentir, Louisiana.

Now I just talked to Dr. Black on the phone,

and he was contacted by a Dr. Mullen in Mentir.

— Why a doctor?

— It seems that

Ginny's pregnant.

— I prayed this wouldn't happen.

She gonna have to get an abortion?

— There won't be an abortion, Alex.

— Are you crazy?

— Oh no, I'm not crazy.

I'm just very selfish.

And very, very stupid.

— What in heaven's name are you talkin' about?!

— God knows I've wanted to tell you this

so many times before, Alex, but I just never could do it.

— What?

— Jack,

he's not your son.

— What do you mean?

Not my son.

— I lied to you.

I lied to you, Alex.

Jack is really Cecil's son.

— But the test.

Dr. Black confirmed Jack wasn't Cecil's son.

So he's gotta be mine!

— No!

No he's not, and that's the truth of it.

Do you remember Nancy, my friend

that worked for Dr. Black then?

She switched the files, Alex.

Your blood type for Cecil's.

Dr. Black never knew anything about it.

- But why?

Huh?

Why'd you do it?

— I gave you everything, Alex, and you took it,

and then just like that you left me for Connie Tubman

and all her money.

Only thing you left me with were my dreams.

— You always did dream too much.

— You loved me, Alex.

— For almost 20 years

you let me believe that Jack is my son.

Huh?

Can you imagine the guilt I felt?

The pain, the suffering?

Of not being able to acknowledge your own son?

Can you imagine that?!

And now I got my daughter out there,

being hunted down like a wild animal!

— But I loved you!

Damn you, I still do!

Oh!

— I pity you, Babs.

I pity you.

Well, did you at least tell the doctor the truth?

— I thought I should tell you first.

— I'll call him.

No telling what them kids might do.

(phone ringing)

— Dr. Brian Mullen's office.

Yes?

Oh yes, Mr. Peterson, Ginny should be here soon.

Mhmm.

Mhmm.

I'll tell the doctor right away.

Oh, he'll be so glad to hear that.

Thank you for calling.

Bye.

Ginny Duncan's father just called,

it's all some big mistake!

(solemn music)

(knocking)

— Who is it?

— Lora Mae?

It's Ginny.

I gotta talk to you right away.

— Hi honey.

— I'm sorry.

You told me once about a woman

helped some of the girls you worked with.

She wasn't a nurse.

And she fixed girls so that they didn't have babies,

remember?

— Yeah.

What's that got to do with you?

— I need her help.

— What?

You wanna get your tubes tied?

— Oh, Lora Mae.

(crying)

I found out

that Jack and I are related.

— Honey. — We can't have any babies.

I gotta get sterilized.

We can adopt babies.

We can go away.

And Jack doesn't have to know.

I don't want to lose him, Lora Mae.

(crying)

Gotta help me.

— I'm gonna help you, honey.

I'm gonna help you, I know what to do.

— Oh Jack?

Jack, just a minute.

I'm worried about Ginny.

— Why, what's the matter?

— Well, she came back from the doctor

all pale and upset looking.

Said something about, there wasn't any baby.

— Oh no.

— And that's not all.

She went upstairs and had a long talk with Lora Mae.

And then afterward, they came down

and they drove off together.

— Do you know where they went at all?

— No, I don't.

I don't.

But oh, the nurse called, and she said

that Ginny would not need an abortion.

— Abortion?

(suspenseful music)

— Howdy.

— Sorry, we have no rooms.

— Oh, I wasn't looking for no room, ma'am,

see I'm trying to locate Jack and Ginny Duncan,

and I was told they were living here.

— Oh.

Ah, but of course, they were living here.

But about one week ago, they moved on.

I think it was to Florida or California,

or one of those states that grow little oranges.

— Right, right.

(birds chirping)

(engine rumbles, stops)

(car door opens, closes)

— Well I don't care what you say.

That darn kid nearly ran me off the road!

— Say, listen, I'm looking for a friend of mine.

Jack Duncan.

— Speak of the devil.

We just saw him down on the bridge road

driving like a maniac.

(car door closes, engine starts)

(tires squealing)

(suspenseful music) (giggling)

— Well hi there, darlin'.

— Where's Lora Mae?

— She's busy upstairs.

Wait a minute, you can't go up there!

— Lora Mae, where's Ginny?

— Oh, hello Jack.

— What happened, where's Ginny?

— I don't know, I haven't seen her.

— You're lying to me.

I want to know where Ginny is.

— Jack.

What a woman does with her body is her own business.

— She's my wife and I want to know where she is, Lora Mae.

— All right, Jack.

She's at the old midwife's place.

She told me you're related, she's getting rid of the baby.

(suspenseful music)

(insects chirping) (engine rumbling)

— Ginny!

(moaning)

Oh my god.

— She's bleedin' bad inside.

I swear I done the best I could!

You better get her to a doctor quick!

(suspenseful music)

(moaning)

(engine rumbling)

(crying)

— Oh god!

(tires squealing)

(suspenseful music)

I didn't want to lose you, I did it for you.

— You'll never lose me, Ginny.

But Why'd you go there?

(crying)

— I was gonna fix it sol wouldn't have any more babies.

- But why?

— Because you're my brother.

(moaning)

— That was a big lie, Ginny, it's one big lie!

— No.

We can go away.

No one will ever have to know.

We can adopt babies.

I want to adopt babies.

— [Jack] Ginny, Ginny.

(horn honking)

(engine revving)

(horn honking)

(tires squealing)

— Come on, kid!

Come on!

(shouting)

(tires rumbling)

(horn honking)

(talking drowned out by honking)

(gun fires)

(tires squealing)

(tires squealing)

Okay, hot rod.

Get out!

— What do you want?

— Her.

I've been chasing her clear across two states!

— She's hurt, and I gotta get her to a doctor.

— Oh, sure you do.

I wasn't born yesterday, kid.

— Look, she's bleeding inside!

(suspenseful music)

— She can see a doctor back in Noble.

(grunting)

(moaning)

(gun fires)

— Jack!

Jack!

(crying)

— He's just knocked out, we'll take his car.

(whimpering)

(insects chirping)

(solemn music)

— [Nurse] Scalpel, Doctor-.

— [Doctor] I got it.

(clock ticking)

— No matter what happens, I know one thing.

We'll never turn out like y'all.

— I'm sorry, son.

I didn't mean to hurt anybody.

— Ginny taught me about love.

(scoffs)

Y'all taught me about lying.

I love you Ginny, god.

— Hi.

— Hey.

— We're gonna be happy together.

— Hell yeah.

We'll be happy together.

Oh gosh.

— I love you more than anything else in the world.

— I love you too, Ginny, you know that.

— I bet there's a lover's moon out tonight.

♪ I love you forever ♪

♪ We'll spend life together ♪

♪ Through all kinds of weather ♪

♪ Forever ♪

♪ I'll be there whenever ♪

♪ Life brings stormy weather ♪

♪ To make love seem better ♪

♪ Forever ♪

♪ When the evening comes along ♪

♪ Down by the river ♪

♪ And we'll sit a while and talk about forever ♪

♪ And I'll love you forever ♪

♪ Forever dear ♪

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