Hap and Leonard (2016) s03e05 Episode Script
Mambo #5
1 Previously on Hap and Leonard Florida's car.
How many dead bodies you seen? Enough to know this man didn't kill himself.
Here you are again in my seat.
Federal law prohibate from discriminatin' on the basis of race.
- This is my town.
- What that got to do with me? You ain't above the law is what I'm saying.
'Till I know for sure she dead, she ain't dead.
Stop it.
Let go.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING.]
[GASPS.]
Holy shit.
Florida? [WHISPERS.]
Come on.
[CAR DOOR CREAKS.]
Florida? [HUFFS.]
Where you been? We've been looking everywhere for you.
Shh.
[WHISPERS.]
Leonard.
[CAR DOOR CREAKS CLOSED.]
Come with me, Hap.
Come on.
Where are we goin'? Hap! - Hap! - [SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY.]
Get the hell off me! [FROGS RIBBITING.]
Hap! Hap! Hap, help! Help! - I can't, Leonard! - Hap! - I c I can't move! - Hap, help me! [RIBBITING CONTINUES.]
Hap! Leonard! -Ah! [GROANS.]
- What? What? - Oh! No.
No.
- You you say somethin'? - No.
No.
- Oh, shit! Wh Aah! [CREDITS.]
S03E05 Mambo #5 Miss, where'd you get this lipstick tube from? Lady it belongs to, you know where she is? Uh, her name is Florida Grange, and, um, we've been lookin' for her, see, so You seen her? I can't get her to speak.
She hasn't said a damn word in years.
Young lady, if you do have the power of speech, now would be a real good time to use it.
All right, step aside.
Why? What you gonna do that's any different? Easy, that's done no worse than what you're doing right now.
- All right, you just go ahead, then.
- I'm goin'.
Oh, come on now.
What? Charades? Are you kiddin'? She ain't deaf, Leonard.
Ah! Ha! Look like we speak the same language.
[THUNDER RUMBLING.]
No, no, she just knows that's Florida's car and that's it.
Come on, man, we we gotta get outta here.
All right, hold on, now.
You know how to get us outta here? I'm just good at this.
- No, no.
- Admit it.
Oh, oh, oh.
You're just lucky, that's all.
HAP: If we'd still been together, I could've talked her out of going to Grovetown.
Ain't your fault, Hap.
White folk been killin' black folk around here for years now.
Not everything you think is your fault, is your fault.
Yeah, maybe 90%.
The rest just chalk it up.
- 90%? - All right, maybe 95.
Look, it happens in life.
Shit happens now.
Let me tell you a story about when I was in Nam.
Me and my platoon, we got stuck in this rice paddy.
- Hot as a goddamn sauna.
- Mm-hmm.
Stand up, bullet in the head.
Sit down, leeches crawl up your ass.
Got so bad, we had to call in that steel rain.
I ain't gonna lie to you.
When that thing came down out the sky, I was scared as shit.
Kid next to me took one in the neck, blood everywhere.
Started crying.
Then I picked him up, carried him on my shoulder, through all that shrapnel, thick as the goddamn flies.
About a half-mile in, I-I could've sworn I felt - my heart beating through my chest.
- Yeah.
And it just stopped.
And that's when I realized, it wasn't mine, it was his.
Whoa.
So what what'd you do? I kept goin', 'cause dead or alive, I was gettin' him home.
Ah.
Okay.
Dead or alive, Florida's coming home.
[VEHICLE APPROACHING.]
Whoa, shit! Shit! Back.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING.]
Y'all can come on out.
We seen ya down the road.
[PETE LAUGHING.]
[ENGINE TURNS OFF, DOOR OPENS.]
Heard you two started some trouble over there in Grovetown.
[LAUGHS.]
Call people tryin' to kill you trouble.
Well, we told you they was gonna love you in Grovetown.
- Didn't we, Pete? - Mm.
We're outta gas.
Can we have some? [THUNDER RUMBLING.]
[GASOLINE TRICKLING.]
PETE: That should be enough to get you to a gas station.
Y'all know where the nearest phone might be? Well, with that storm comin' from up north, lines up there be down.
[SIGHS.]
I'd say the nearest phone would be Grovetown.
Ohh.
Grovetown, huh? You two listen up.
I'm-a suggest you get in your car and drive as fast and as far as that gas'll take ya.
Anywhere but Grovetown.
Well, sir, we aim to finish what we started.
And then some.
Son, you ever heard of man named Ebner Flautt? [THUNDER RUMBLING.]
No, ma'am, can't say that I have.
You know why you ain't never heard of Ebner Flautt? No, ma'am.
'Cause he ain't had the sense God gave a billy goat.
Not the sharpest knife in the drawer.
So [BOTTLES CLINK.]
what happened to Ebner Flautt? No idea.
None.
[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING.]
Yes, ma'am.
I understand now.
Come on, Belinda.
Get in the car, baby.
We gonna take you home.
Y'all better get to hoppin'.
[DOOR CLOSES, ENGINE STARTS.]
[METALLIC RATTLING.]
Did I just miss somethin'? Oh, Uncle Chester used to do the same damn thing, tell a story didn't make no sense.
Till one day, I'd be dodging one of his ass whoopins, runnin' through the house, and it would hit me.
That's what he meant.
What did she mean? When I figure it out, I'll let you know.
Just tell Gil Sweeney, get his tractor over to Trotter's farm.
We're filling sandbags over there and we need all the help we can get.
Come on! [GROANS.]
Reynolds Reynolds! Reynolds! God, ah! Reynolds! Power and phones are out over in North Riverside neighborhood.
Get on over and get them folks evacuated.
[DOOR CREAKING CLOSED.]
Hey, you better loosen them pants, son.
You look like you're about to pop a gasket.
Lucas Hobbs saw Florida Grange's Volvo on the highway.
- Two men inside headed into town.
- Where you going? - After them.
- Who? - Collins and Pine.
- How do you know it's them? Who else would it be? And what are you gonna go ahead 'em for? For driving a Volvo? We're not in the babysitting business, Officer.
We got more important things to do than them two busted flushes, which is why you're on your way out that door, headed over to North Riverside.
Yes, sir.
God diggity damn dog.
Why do people have to make my job so hard? I'm busy as shit.
Got a storm crawling up my ass.
Got a set of balls can't be tamed by liquid barometer.
And now here you are, telling me these two cartoon characters are back here.
Do you want me to find 'em? Hell, yes, I want you to find them.
And when you do, I want you to get them over to Trotter's farm, want you to get 'em busy filling sandbags.
But you see Truman Brown anywhere near them, or them him, you call me.
Yes, sir.
[TELEPHONE RINGS.]
- Grovetown Police.
- WOMAN: Yes, this is Miss Loretta Ah.
Oh.
[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY.]
[THUNDER RUMBLING.]
[MACHINE WHIRRING.]
[WHIRRING STOPS.]
[BIRDS CHIRPING.]
[THUNDER RUMBLING.]
Look like Hanson's car.
Yeah.
[CAR DOOR CLOSES.]
HAP: Where the hell is Hanson? TIM: Hey, look who's back.
You boys need a room for the night? Gonna be a mighty nasty storm.
Be a good idea to wait it out.
Hey, that's, uh, that lawyer lady's car.
- You find her? - No.
Not yet.
Where'd you tow this in from? Craziest thing, got a call from highway patrol.
They found the car in a ditch with tarp wrapped around the windshield.
Hey.
Where's the driver? Mm.
Could be anywhere.
Or nowhere.
Black folk just dropping dead like flies around here, huh? I gotta call Charlie.
Can I use your phone, Tim? Ohh.
[SIGHS.]
- Oh, let me guess line's dead.
- Yeah, yeah.
Uh, Maude's Diner phone made it through the past two hurricanes.
Means we gotta go back to Grovetown.
- Shit.
- Mm.
Say, you ain't get a call to pick up the El Camino, did ya? No.
Means no guns.
No.
So we gotta just [INHALES DEEPLY.]
be on our best behavior.
[THUNDER CRASHES.]
[DOG BARKING.]
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING.]
We need to use the phone, if it's workin'.
- It's working.
- Just one call, then we're done.
Caller number 15 Come on in.
sweet potato pie from Maude's Diner in beautiful downtown Grovetown.
- 1990 is just 'round the corner.
- Y'all, dig in.
Might be your last supper for a while - with this storm comin'.
- MAN: Oh.
- WOMAN: Ah.
- You know what I'm sayin'? [BACK DOOR CLOSES.]
- Get 'em early.
- Shit.
That's all I need.
The storm's rollin', rollin', rollin' into Grovetown.
MAN: Look who's back.
This next song goes out to Sue Ann Nevil "What Will the New Year Bring?" could not follow a recipe if her life depended on it.
Way too salty and dry.
Well, then Debra Ann brought her cornbread stuffing.
- Yes, she did.
- Excuse me, ma'am.
[BELL JINGLES.]
Are are you gonna be long? Uh, could you hold on just a second, Mama? See, I got an emergency.
I am talkin' to my mother! [DOOR THUDS.]
WOMAN: Mm-hmm.
Wait.
Let me try something.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
- WOMAN: Yes.
- Ma'am Anybody ever have the good sense of tellin' you, you have the most bewitchin' eyes? Cut the crap and wait your turn.
[DOOR THUDS.]
Mama When you gonna realize you're black by association? [WOMAN LAUGHS.]
[DOOR THUDS.]
Mama, she gon' call you back.
[CALL DISCONNECTS.]
Well, I never! And you ain't never gonna neither.
Now git.
[BLUESY ROCK SONG PLAYING IN BACKGROUND.]
[COIN CLINKS, ROTARY DIAL WHIRRING.]
- PEG: Laborde Sheriff's Department.
- Hey, Peg.
It's Hap Collins here.
I gotta talk to Charlie Blank.
Hap Collins! - It's urgent.
- [CHUCKLES.]
Hey.
I missed you and Leonard at the Toys for Tots event on Christmas Day.
[TIRES SCREECHING.]
- Yeah, Peg.
- Shit.
Peg? [ENGINE REVS, BRAKES SQUEAL.]
Peg, it's an emergency! I gotta speak to Charlie Blank now.
Listen now, Raynell made Looks like we're gonna close early.
- Peg, I gotta speak to Charlie Blank.
- you know, with all the toasted tips off the whip black of the ocean.
And you know that little girl last year that puked up on Leonard? [OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING.]
MAN: What's up, boys? Howdy, boys.
Hello? You still there? Hap? MAN: Come on, let's go.
[DOOR OPENS.]
I thought you boys would've been gone by now.
- Excuse me.
- Oh.
Yes, ma'am.
You brought this on yourselves.
They're just using the phone, Truman, then leavin'.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
No, Maude.
No, I'd like to get a table, get something to eat.
And Leonard, too, so we're gonna need two turkey clubs, fries, and a drink.
Hell, I'm gonna go all out and get myself an ice cold root beer.
He has always has a Pepper.
You know what? On second thought, scratch the fries.
Get me a fruit salad.
Tryin' to watch my waistline.
I don't want no trouble in my place, Truman Brown.
No fightin', you hear me? You wanna fight, you take your business outside.
She's right.
Our insurance policy, it don't cover Klan.
Bacon, you got five seconds to step over here where you belong.
If you don't One two three four [RAG THUDS.]
Five.
- No, that's it.
- Maude, shh, shh.
No, he can't come in here and start this shit.
No, no, no, that's enough.
Let's get out the way.
Come on.
[SIGHS HEAVILY.]
[DEPARTING FOOTSTEPS.]
Now, before we get started, I wanna let you boys know [BACK DOOR OPENS.]
the last person who asked us if we were fixin' for a mix, didn't live to tell the tale.
Is that really what you want your last words to be, Collins? [SNIFFING.]
You smell what I'm smellin', Hap? Yeah, what is it? Oh.
- It's ass.
- Mm.
- Mm.
Leonard.
- Mm? You know what ass needs? - Oh, yes, I do.
- Mm-hmm.
Ass needs some kickin'.
[SOUTHERN CULTURE ON THE SKIDS' "WHITE TRASH" PLAYING.]
Awooo! White trash [ALL GRUNTING.]
Don't call me that Aah! White trash [DISHES CLATTERING.]
You don't call me that, baby You know I love you, baby But don't you think that maybe The way you talk down to me Sends a chill right through me White trash Don't call me that Awooo! White trash Uhh! [GRUNTS.]
[BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS IN DISTANCE.]
[DOOR CREAKS.]
- [GRUNTS.]
- Charlie, is that you? [PASSES WIND.]
Yeah.
Well, Hap Collins is on the phone.
Says it's important.
Goddamn it, Peg.
Gettin' so a man can't take a read a peace around here.
- PEG: Well, come on now.
- Yeah, I'm comin'! Shit.
[BATHROOM DOOR CLOSES.]
[MEN GRUNTING.]
- HAP: I told 'em.
- LEONARD: Yeah, you did.
And you was damn polite about it, too.
- Right.
- Mm-hmm.
[MEN GROAN.]
[BACK DOOR THUDS.]
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING.]
Oh, shit.
[CHUCKLES.]
CHARLIE: Hap.
Hap! Peg, what's that sound like to you? A whole lot of nothin'.
Yeah, if it was a whole lot of nothin', he'd still be on the phone, don't you think? I see where you're going with that, Detective.
Damn, I told Hap bringing Leonard to Grovetown'd start off a civil war.
[BELT BUCKLE CLINKS.]
Boys as useless as tits on a nun.
- Leonard.
- What? Did Vera say that they never saw Ebner Flautt again? I don't know.
Something like that.
Right.
In that case, this one's for Ebner.
For Ebner.
[ALL SHOUT.]
[THUNDERCLAP.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING.]
[THUNDERCLAP.]
[DRAGGING SOUND.]
[GRUNTS.]
FLORIDA: Dinner was lovely, Hap.
Thank you.
You're more than welcome, Florida Grange.
So you wanna make out? [LAUGHS.]
I promise not to give you a hickey.
Are you for real, Hap Collins? In the flesh.
No.
[CHUCKLES.]
I mean you might be the only white man in the entire South who doesn't give a damn about race, religion, or sexual preference.
Now I care a great deal about your sexual preference.
Besides, it's 1989.
10 years from now, nobody's gonna give a monkey's ass about any of that crap.
What? Let's make out like teenagers.
Yeah.
Let's.
[FROG RIBBITS.]
Aah! [COUGHING.]
[GRUNTING.]
[KICK LANDS.]
[GRUNTS.]
Come on, get up, boy! Way I see it, you only got one person to blame for all this your friend over there.
Told him [KICK LANDS.]
but I guess he didn't bother passing it along.
We don't like your kind 'round here.
You shouldn't have come here, boy.
Gotta learn your lesson.
[UNSHEATHES KNIFE.]
[LEONARD GRUNTS.]
I'm thinking choppin' your balls off outta do it.
[LAUGHTER.]
Go on, grab him.
- Get out! Get outta here! - [SCREAMING.]
[GASPS, GRUNTS.]
You won't be bringing any more like you into this world, okay? - [GASPS, MUTTERS.]
- Huh? What's wrong? What? You what Oh, you wanna beg me? Yeah, beg me.
No, you can beg me.
Come on, it's okay.
Beg me, boy.
Beg me! - Come on, beg.
- [SPITS.]
You get the hell away from me.
Hap! - Hap! - Leave him alone! - Hap! Hap! - Get outta here! Leave him alone! [LAUGHING.]
Ain't he tough? TRUMAN: Hold him steady now, boys.
- Hap! - Hold still, boy! No! [UNZIPS JEANS.]
TRUMAN: Hey, check this out here.
[GUNSHOT, RACKS RIFLE.]
Step away right now.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING.]
Please try something stupid, any one of ya, or else back the hell off.
I said step away or I'll blow your head right up yo' ass.
[SIREN WAILS, TIRES SCREECH.]
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
[RACKS RIFLE.]
What's going on here, Lieutenant? HANSON: What's it look like, Sneed? Looks like somebody made a mistake.
That's right.
You don't put that gun down, it's gonna be the last one you ever make.
SNEED: Get outta here.
Now! Take them assholes with you.
[MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY OVER POLICE RADIO.]
[VOICE BREAKING.]
Okay.
Come on.
Come on, there you go.
Easy.
Easy now.
St You stay back.
You stay t-there.
Don't come close.
[VEHICLE DOOR CLOSES.]
Oh.
[INHALES SHARPLY.]
Oh.
[CRYING.]
[VEHICLE DEPARTS.]
Oh, my brother.
They [SNIFFLES.]
they messed you up.
They [STIFLES SOB.]
[SNIFFLES.]
[GROANING SOFTLY.]
Hey.
Goddamn it.
[SNIFFLES.]
Goddamn it.
[HAP SNIFFLES, EXHALES SHARPLY.]
[CONTINUES CRYING.]
[ZIPS JEANS.]
There.
You're okay now.
[PATS CHEEK.]
[INHALES SHARPLY.]
Yeah.
Yeah.
[SNIFFLES.]
We're going home.
We're going home.
Come on now.
[LEONARD GRUNTING SOFTLY.]
[CAR DOOR OPENS.]
Easy, easy, easy.
[GROANS.]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING.]
[WALKING.]
[THUNDER RUMBLING.]
[BIRDS CHIRPING, SQUAWKING.]
[FRONT DOOR THUDS.]
[GROANS.]
It's the bedroom down the hall.
Get him on the couch.
[FRONT DOOR CLOSES.]
[GRUNTS.]
What next? It's best you take your boys and get out of town for a while.
Are you sure that's necessary? Just let me stay here and help.
No, you got to go.
I'll look in at the diner and put the "closed" sign on it.
[CABINET DOOR CREAKS.]
Now please, Maude.
[CABINET DOOR CLOSES.]
I don't want to have to worry about you, too.
[VOICE BREAKS.]
You be careful.
You hear me? I can't run that diner without you.
Don't you do nothing stupid, Bacon.
[LEONARD GRUNTING, CRYING.]
Relax.
Stop fighting, all right? Easy.
[GASPING.]
[SOBS, GASPS.]
Hold him down.
[SWITCH CLICKS.]
[SOBS, GASPS.]
This oughta calm him down.
[WHIMPERING.]
[SOBS.]
[EXHALES DEEPLY.]
[BREATHING SLOWS DOWN.]
Yeah.
Mm.
All right, lift him up.
Easy, easy, easy.
[GROANS.]
There you go.
[GRUNTS.]
Okay.
[BONE CRUNCHES.]
Aah! [SOBS.]
Shh.
[SOBBING.]
Shh.
There.
Mm.
[CRYING.]
[CLEARS THROAT.]
Yeah? [GASPING BREATHES.]
[WHISPERS.]
Yeah.
Shh.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
[GRUNTS.]
- You got this? - I got it.
- Got it? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[RAIN FALLING.]
[THUNDER RUMBLING.]
I know what you're thinking.
You're thinkin' the first time you ever seen a dead American.
Go away.
I said go away! You run up on 'em in the jungle.
Three heads on sticks.
Those three men was calling you "nigger" that very same mornin'.
You remember that? Talkin' about your mama must've shit her pants the day you was born.
Why you had to be so black and ugly? And then there were your three heads on sticks.
Necks just swingin' open.
[SNIFFLES.]
Teeth all bloody and quiet.
After what happened to you in that alley [SNIFFLES.]
those three deaths finally made some sense.
[CRYING.]
They may have been some racist ass crackers, but they was Americans.
We all born Americans.
We all die Americans.
But it's in between where it counts.
Yeah, what happened to you in that alley, that was a whole different kind of Vietnam.
Don't you think? [THUNDERCLAP.]
[CLEARS THROAT.]
[EXHALES SHARPLY.]
[GRUNTS.]
What the hell happened? [SIGHS.]
I don't know, Marvin.
Maybe you should've come down here instead of sending Leonard and me.
I didn't send Leonard.
You brought him.
So don't blame me for the pain he's feelin'.
[INHALES SHARPLY.]
If I had the strength, I'd get up off this couch and hobble over there and slap you bald-headed.
[EXHALES SLOWLY.]
[GRUNTS.]
Florida's too damn ambitious.
[CROW CAWING.]
Figured she could cowgirl her way into Grovetown, do things her own way.
Should've came back from Grovetown when I told her.
That woman's so headstrong.
[WHISPERS.]
Yeah.
That's why I loved her, too.
[BIRDS CHIRPING, SQUAWKING.]
[GRUNTS SOFTLY.]
[EXHALES SHARPLY.]
Who the hell are you, old man? [LIQUID SLOSHES.]
Does that matter? [SETS DOWN CONTAINER.]
Yeah, kinda.
You live in the town where they hate ya for the color of your skin.
You can go anywhere, but you stay here.
I stay where I'm needed.
[SETS DOWN OBJECT.]
Flippin' burgers in a diner, huh? You think you're so smart.
Think you know all about me.
Don't you? [EXHALES SHARPLY.]
[STRAINED VOICE.]
I know what I see.
Well, it's a good thing I don't judge you for what I see.
[PAPER CRINKLING.]
So tell me something different then.
[SETS DOWN OBJECT.]
[EXHALES DEEPLY.]
Been born and raised in Grovetown.
And every day, all I thought about was leavin'.
After the war, I got educated and got me a scholarship.
Studied hard to be a veterinarian.
Moved to Chicago.
Big city life.
Then I moved back down here.
I realized that what I learned was much more beneficial for the people of the Southside, and these Grovetown doctors were giving diabetics a jar full of aspirin and charging them $75, which they could not pay.
So I stepped up.
Used what I learned, taught myself more, and helped the people.
Mm, Maude well, she made it possible for me to earn a living.
And then I stay here, where I can do some good, where I'm needed.
Get you some rest, hear? [WHISPERS.]
Thank you.
[GRUNTS SOFTLY.]
CANTUCK OVER RADIO: What the hell happened, Sneed? It was Truman Brown and his boys.
They tore up Maude's place and beat these boys up good.
- Oh, shit.
- We need to get him to a doctor.
Does Brown know they're holed up at Bacon's? I don't think so.
Bacon knows what he's doing.
Best they stay out there.
And until I get there, you stay put.
- Do you hear me, Sneed? - Yes, sir.
[BRAKES SQUEAL.]
[ENGINE TURNS OFF.]
Got a little present for ya.
Figure you didn't have me drive all the way out here for nothin'.
Those boys from Laborde, they're out at Bacon's house.
Sneed's with 'em.
Good.
You gonna be home later? Why, yes, ma'am, I believe I will be.
I'll bring the pie.
[GRUNTS.]
Oh, damn, that one hurts.
If you don't stop fidgeting [GROANS.]
it's gonna hurt more.
[FRONT DOOR OPENS.]
[GRUNTS, PANTING.]
[FRONT DOOR CLOSES.]
- Hey, Sneed.
- Hmm? We found Florida's car over at Truman Brown's place.
Chief looked into it, and Truman Brown didn't kill her.
At least not out there.
Yeah, well, I'm supposed to trust the Chief, huh? You think it's easy keepin' the peace around here? No, I don't think it's easy keeping the damn peace anywhere.
But that don't mean to say I'm gonna trust Cantuck.
He's a good man.
Yeah, you tell that to Bobby Joe Soothe - Mm.
- and Florida.
He wants to find out what happened to them - much as you do.
- Yeah? Yeah, well, maybe he should've asked for some help, huh? You know, instead of kicking us out of town.
- You should've left! - I will leave when I find Florida.
Not that you give a damn about her.
[BREATHING DEEPLY.]
My father died in prison.
Did you know that, Collins? When I was 14.
He killed a man for stealing tools out of our shed.
A black man.
It's no excuse, just Just get off your goddamn high horse for once in your life, Collins.
BACON: Sneed's right.
[HAP GRUNTS.]
You should've left.
- Yeah.
- Now look at yourself, Hap.
[EXHALES SLOWLY.]
You saw what they did to Leonard out there.
All that damn time, during the '60s, when we was protestin' Look where it got us.
Goddamn nowhere.
[SIGHS.]
What'd you think, painting them pictures and smoking all that pot, think you'd change things around here? Yeah.
Why not? I wasn't doing it for myself.
You sure about that? [GUNSHOT, GLASS SHATTERS.]
[GUNFIRE.]
[GASPS.]
[OMINOUS MUSIC.]
Stay down! [GUNFIRE CONTINUES.]
[GRUNTING.]
LEONARD: Bacon.
[GUNFIRE CONTINUES.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING.]
[GUNSHOTS.]
[WHISPERS.]
Toss it.
- Uhh! - SNEED: Bacon! Shit.
[GUNFIRE CONTINUES.]
- Whoo! - Yeah! Say your prayers, assholes! This is your last day on Earth.
[GUNFIRE CONTINUES.]
Oh, shit! God! Sneed, cover me.
[GUNSHOTS.]
HANSON: Come on.
I'm fine.
All right.
Boone and Grady.
Stay down! Boone! Grady! Just get in your truck and drive away.
[GUNSHOT.]
[LAUGHS.]
I'm telling you now, this is not gonna end the way you want it to.
BOONE: Yeah? We'll see! Last chance, boys.
Get off this property! We came here to hunt some coon! That's what we gonna do.
[GUNSHOTS.]
Sneed.
On the count of three, shake that damn curtain.
One two three! [GUNSHOTS.]
[GLASS SHATTERS.]
Aah! Aah! Shit! [CRYING.]
Boone! Boone! They shot me! You okay? No, I'm not okay, goddamn it! They shot my eye out! Shut up, man.
They shot your eye.
you'd be dead.
They're gonna be.
Pricks! [SIREN WAILING.]
Shit! Cantuck! Let's go, man! Get us outta here! Let's go! [POUNDS TRUCK.]
Move it, man! Get in the truck! [SIREN CONTINUES WAILING.]
[ENGINE STARTS.]
MAN ON RADIO: All units [SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY.]
Reports of shots fired.
Request for backup.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING.]
[BIRDS CHIRPING.]
[LIGHTS CLINK.]
[FLOORBOARDS CREAKING.]
[FRONT DOOR CREAKING.]
[FRONT DOOR CLOSES.]
Take it easy, boys.
HAP: Sneed and Bacon? I got a little cabin on a river up north.
They'll be safe there.
[THUNDER RUMBLING.]
And what about Truman Brown? Is he gonna be is he gonna be chased outta town, too? I got a shitty job, Collins.
Not many people around here willing to do it.
No, you won't find much sympathy with me.
I'm just saying, fixing what's broken in this town is gonna take some time.
Yeah, I-I got a lot of excuses for shitty things I don't wanna do, too.
[CHUCKLES.]
You sound like my wife.
Well, she stuck around, huh? That so hard to believe? Kinda.
Yeah.
Shit.
That's what everybody says.
Hey, you know, the only difference between a vulture and a woman is a vulture circles at least once before it chews your ass out.
I'll be goddamned if that ain't true about most women.
But not my wife.
Mnh-mnh.
That's the truth.
[CAR DOOR OPENS.]
[GRUNTS.]
You've given me something, Collins, I can use against Truman Brown and his boys.
[CAR DOOR CLOSES.]
I'm gonna find your friend.
That's a promise.
[CAR DOOR OPENS.]
When you find her, call me, day or night.
Will do.
It's best y'all don't come around here for a good while, - at least.
- How 'bout never? - Hey, Collins.
- [GRUNTS.]
Yeah? Happy New Year.
Mm.
[ENGINE STARTS.]
[GEARS SHIFT.]
[THUNDER RUMBLING.]
[PEACEFUL MUSIC PLAYING.]
[GUNSHOT.]
[THUNDERCLAP.]
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING.]
How many dead bodies you seen? Enough to know this man didn't kill himself.
Here you are again in my seat.
Federal law prohibate from discriminatin' on the basis of race.
- This is my town.
- What that got to do with me? You ain't above the law is what I'm saying.
'Till I know for sure she dead, she ain't dead.
Stop it.
Let go.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING.]
[GASPS.]
Holy shit.
Florida? [WHISPERS.]
Come on.
[CAR DOOR CREAKS.]
Florida? [HUFFS.]
Where you been? We've been looking everywhere for you.
Shh.
[WHISPERS.]
Leonard.
[CAR DOOR CREAKS CLOSED.]
Come with me, Hap.
Come on.
Where are we goin'? Hap! - Hap! - [SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY.]
Get the hell off me! [FROGS RIBBITING.]
Hap! Hap! Hap, help! Help! - I can't, Leonard! - Hap! - I c I can't move! - Hap, help me! [RIBBITING CONTINUES.]
Hap! Leonard! -Ah! [GROANS.]
- What? What? - Oh! No.
No.
- You you say somethin'? - No.
No.
- Oh, shit! Wh Aah! [CREDITS.]
S03E05 Mambo #5 Miss, where'd you get this lipstick tube from? Lady it belongs to, you know where she is? Uh, her name is Florida Grange, and, um, we've been lookin' for her, see, so You seen her? I can't get her to speak.
She hasn't said a damn word in years.
Young lady, if you do have the power of speech, now would be a real good time to use it.
All right, step aside.
Why? What you gonna do that's any different? Easy, that's done no worse than what you're doing right now.
- All right, you just go ahead, then.
- I'm goin'.
Oh, come on now.
What? Charades? Are you kiddin'? She ain't deaf, Leonard.
Ah! Ha! Look like we speak the same language.
[THUNDER RUMBLING.]
No, no, she just knows that's Florida's car and that's it.
Come on, man, we we gotta get outta here.
All right, hold on, now.
You know how to get us outta here? I'm just good at this.
- No, no.
- Admit it.
Oh, oh, oh.
You're just lucky, that's all.
HAP: If we'd still been together, I could've talked her out of going to Grovetown.
Ain't your fault, Hap.
White folk been killin' black folk around here for years now.
Not everything you think is your fault, is your fault.
Yeah, maybe 90%.
The rest just chalk it up.
- 90%? - All right, maybe 95.
Look, it happens in life.
Shit happens now.
Let me tell you a story about when I was in Nam.
Me and my platoon, we got stuck in this rice paddy.
- Hot as a goddamn sauna.
- Mm-hmm.
Stand up, bullet in the head.
Sit down, leeches crawl up your ass.
Got so bad, we had to call in that steel rain.
I ain't gonna lie to you.
When that thing came down out the sky, I was scared as shit.
Kid next to me took one in the neck, blood everywhere.
Started crying.
Then I picked him up, carried him on my shoulder, through all that shrapnel, thick as the goddamn flies.
About a half-mile in, I-I could've sworn I felt - my heart beating through my chest.
- Yeah.
And it just stopped.
And that's when I realized, it wasn't mine, it was his.
Whoa.
So what what'd you do? I kept goin', 'cause dead or alive, I was gettin' him home.
Ah.
Okay.
Dead or alive, Florida's coming home.
[VEHICLE APPROACHING.]
Whoa, shit! Shit! Back.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING.]
Y'all can come on out.
We seen ya down the road.
[PETE LAUGHING.]
[ENGINE TURNS OFF, DOOR OPENS.]
Heard you two started some trouble over there in Grovetown.
[LAUGHS.]
Call people tryin' to kill you trouble.
Well, we told you they was gonna love you in Grovetown.
- Didn't we, Pete? - Mm.
We're outta gas.
Can we have some? [THUNDER RUMBLING.]
[GASOLINE TRICKLING.]
PETE: That should be enough to get you to a gas station.
Y'all know where the nearest phone might be? Well, with that storm comin' from up north, lines up there be down.
[SIGHS.]
I'd say the nearest phone would be Grovetown.
Ohh.
Grovetown, huh? You two listen up.
I'm-a suggest you get in your car and drive as fast and as far as that gas'll take ya.
Anywhere but Grovetown.
Well, sir, we aim to finish what we started.
And then some.
Son, you ever heard of man named Ebner Flautt? [THUNDER RUMBLING.]
No, ma'am, can't say that I have.
You know why you ain't never heard of Ebner Flautt? No, ma'am.
'Cause he ain't had the sense God gave a billy goat.
Not the sharpest knife in the drawer.
So [BOTTLES CLINK.]
what happened to Ebner Flautt? No idea.
None.
[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING.]
Yes, ma'am.
I understand now.
Come on, Belinda.
Get in the car, baby.
We gonna take you home.
Y'all better get to hoppin'.
[DOOR CLOSES, ENGINE STARTS.]
[METALLIC RATTLING.]
Did I just miss somethin'? Oh, Uncle Chester used to do the same damn thing, tell a story didn't make no sense.
Till one day, I'd be dodging one of his ass whoopins, runnin' through the house, and it would hit me.
That's what he meant.
What did she mean? When I figure it out, I'll let you know.
Just tell Gil Sweeney, get his tractor over to Trotter's farm.
We're filling sandbags over there and we need all the help we can get.
Come on! [GROANS.]
Reynolds Reynolds! Reynolds! God, ah! Reynolds! Power and phones are out over in North Riverside neighborhood.
Get on over and get them folks evacuated.
[DOOR CREAKING CLOSED.]
Hey, you better loosen them pants, son.
You look like you're about to pop a gasket.
Lucas Hobbs saw Florida Grange's Volvo on the highway.
- Two men inside headed into town.
- Where you going? - After them.
- Who? - Collins and Pine.
- How do you know it's them? Who else would it be? And what are you gonna go ahead 'em for? For driving a Volvo? We're not in the babysitting business, Officer.
We got more important things to do than them two busted flushes, which is why you're on your way out that door, headed over to North Riverside.
Yes, sir.
God diggity damn dog.
Why do people have to make my job so hard? I'm busy as shit.
Got a storm crawling up my ass.
Got a set of balls can't be tamed by liquid barometer.
And now here you are, telling me these two cartoon characters are back here.
Do you want me to find 'em? Hell, yes, I want you to find them.
And when you do, I want you to get them over to Trotter's farm, want you to get 'em busy filling sandbags.
But you see Truman Brown anywhere near them, or them him, you call me.
Yes, sir.
[TELEPHONE RINGS.]
- Grovetown Police.
- WOMAN: Yes, this is Miss Loretta Ah.
Oh.
[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY.]
[THUNDER RUMBLING.]
[MACHINE WHIRRING.]
[WHIRRING STOPS.]
[BIRDS CHIRPING.]
[THUNDER RUMBLING.]
Look like Hanson's car.
Yeah.
[CAR DOOR CLOSES.]
HAP: Where the hell is Hanson? TIM: Hey, look who's back.
You boys need a room for the night? Gonna be a mighty nasty storm.
Be a good idea to wait it out.
Hey, that's, uh, that lawyer lady's car.
- You find her? - No.
Not yet.
Where'd you tow this in from? Craziest thing, got a call from highway patrol.
They found the car in a ditch with tarp wrapped around the windshield.
Hey.
Where's the driver? Mm.
Could be anywhere.
Or nowhere.
Black folk just dropping dead like flies around here, huh? I gotta call Charlie.
Can I use your phone, Tim? Ohh.
[SIGHS.]
- Oh, let me guess line's dead.
- Yeah, yeah.
Uh, Maude's Diner phone made it through the past two hurricanes.
Means we gotta go back to Grovetown.
- Shit.
- Mm.
Say, you ain't get a call to pick up the El Camino, did ya? No.
Means no guns.
No.
So we gotta just [INHALES DEEPLY.]
be on our best behavior.
[THUNDER CRASHES.]
[DOG BARKING.]
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING.]
We need to use the phone, if it's workin'.
- It's working.
- Just one call, then we're done.
Caller number 15 Come on in.
sweet potato pie from Maude's Diner in beautiful downtown Grovetown.
- 1990 is just 'round the corner.
- Y'all, dig in.
Might be your last supper for a while - with this storm comin'.
- MAN: Oh.
- WOMAN: Ah.
- You know what I'm sayin'? [BACK DOOR CLOSES.]
- Get 'em early.
- Shit.
That's all I need.
The storm's rollin', rollin', rollin' into Grovetown.
MAN: Look who's back.
This next song goes out to Sue Ann Nevil "What Will the New Year Bring?" could not follow a recipe if her life depended on it.
Way too salty and dry.
Well, then Debra Ann brought her cornbread stuffing.
- Yes, she did.
- Excuse me, ma'am.
[BELL JINGLES.]
Are are you gonna be long? Uh, could you hold on just a second, Mama? See, I got an emergency.
I am talkin' to my mother! [DOOR THUDS.]
WOMAN: Mm-hmm.
Wait.
Let me try something.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
- WOMAN: Yes.
- Ma'am Anybody ever have the good sense of tellin' you, you have the most bewitchin' eyes? Cut the crap and wait your turn.
[DOOR THUDS.]
Mama When you gonna realize you're black by association? [WOMAN LAUGHS.]
[DOOR THUDS.]
Mama, she gon' call you back.
[CALL DISCONNECTS.]
Well, I never! And you ain't never gonna neither.
Now git.
[BLUESY ROCK SONG PLAYING IN BACKGROUND.]
[COIN CLINKS, ROTARY DIAL WHIRRING.]
- PEG: Laborde Sheriff's Department.
- Hey, Peg.
It's Hap Collins here.
I gotta talk to Charlie Blank.
Hap Collins! - It's urgent.
- [CHUCKLES.]
Hey.
I missed you and Leonard at the Toys for Tots event on Christmas Day.
[TIRES SCREECHING.]
- Yeah, Peg.
- Shit.
Peg? [ENGINE REVS, BRAKES SQUEAL.]
Peg, it's an emergency! I gotta speak to Charlie Blank now.
Listen now, Raynell made Looks like we're gonna close early.
- Peg, I gotta speak to Charlie Blank.
- you know, with all the toasted tips off the whip black of the ocean.
And you know that little girl last year that puked up on Leonard? [OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING.]
MAN: What's up, boys? Howdy, boys.
Hello? You still there? Hap? MAN: Come on, let's go.
[DOOR OPENS.]
I thought you boys would've been gone by now.
- Excuse me.
- Oh.
Yes, ma'am.
You brought this on yourselves.
They're just using the phone, Truman, then leavin'.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
No, Maude.
No, I'd like to get a table, get something to eat.
And Leonard, too, so we're gonna need two turkey clubs, fries, and a drink.
Hell, I'm gonna go all out and get myself an ice cold root beer.
He has always has a Pepper.
You know what? On second thought, scratch the fries.
Get me a fruit salad.
Tryin' to watch my waistline.
I don't want no trouble in my place, Truman Brown.
No fightin', you hear me? You wanna fight, you take your business outside.
She's right.
Our insurance policy, it don't cover Klan.
Bacon, you got five seconds to step over here where you belong.
If you don't One two three four [RAG THUDS.]
Five.
- No, that's it.
- Maude, shh, shh.
No, he can't come in here and start this shit.
No, no, no, that's enough.
Let's get out the way.
Come on.
[SIGHS HEAVILY.]
[DEPARTING FOOTSTEPS.]
Now, before we get started, I wanna let you boys know [BACK DOOR OPENS.]
the last person who asked us if we were fixin' for a mix, didn't live to tell the tale.
Is that really what you want your last words to be, Collins? [SNIFFING.]
You smell what I'm smellin', Hap? Yeah, what is it? Oh.
- It's ass.
- Mm.
- Mm.
Leonard.
- Mm? You know what ass needs? - Oh, yes, I do.
- Mm-hmm.
Ass needs some kickin'.
[SOUTHERN CULTURE ON THE SKIDS' "WHITE TRASH" PLAYING.]
Awooo! White trash [ALL GRUNTING.]
Don't call me that Aah! White trash [DISHES CLATTERING.]
You don't call me that, baby You know I love you, baby But don't you think that maybe The way you talk down to me Sends a chill right through me White trash Don't call me that Awooo! White trash Uhh! [GRUNTS.]
[BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS IN DISTANCE.]
[DOOR CREAKS.]
- [GRUNTS.]
- Charlie, is that you? [PASSES WIND.]
Yeah.
Well, Hap Collins is on the phone.
Says it's important.
Goddamn it, Peg.
Gettin' so a man can't take a read a peace around here.
- PEG: Well, come on now.
- Yeah, I'm comin'! Shit.
[BATHROOM DOOR CLOSES.]
[MEN GRUNTING.]
- HAP: I told 'em.
- LEONARD: Yeah, you did.
And you was damn polite about it, too.
- Right.
- Mm-hmm.
[MEN GROAN.]
[BACK DOOR THUDS.]
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING.]
Oh, shit.
[CHUCKLES.]
CHARLIE: Hap.
Hap! Peg, what's that sound like to you? A whole lot of nothin'.
Yeah, if it was a whole lot of nothin', he'd still be on the phone, don't you think? I see where you're going with that, Detective.
Damn, I told Hap bringing Leonard to Grovetown'd start off a civil war.
[BELT BUCKLE CLINKS.]
Boys as useless as tits on a nun.
- Leonard.
- What? Did Vera say that they never saw Ebner Flautt again? I don't know.
Something like that.
Right.
In that case, this one's for Ebner.
For Ebner.
[ALL SHOUT.]
[THUNDERCLAP.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING.]
[THUNDERCLAP.]
[DRAGGING SOUND.]
[GRUNTS.]
FLORIDA: Dinner was lovely, Hap.
Thank you.
You're more than welcome, Florida Grange.
So you wanna make out? [LAUGHS.]
I promise not to give you a hickey.
Are you for real, Hap Collins? In the flesh.
No.
[CHUCKLES.]
I mean you might be the only white man in the entire South who doesn't give a damn about race, religion, or sexual preference.
Now I care a great deal about your sexual preference.
Besides, it's 1989.
10 years from now, nobody's gonna give a monkey's ass about any of that crap.
What? Let's make out like teenagers.
Yeah.
Let's.
[FROG RIBBITS.]
Aah! [COUGHING.]
[GRUNTING.]
[KICK LANDS.]
[GRUNTS.]
Come on, get up, boy! Way I see it, you only got one person to blame for all this your friend over there.
Told him [KICK LANDS.]
but I guess he didn't bother passing it along.
We don't like your kind 'round here.
You shouldn't have come here, boy.
Gotta learn your lesson.
[UNSHEATHES KNIFE.]
[LEONARD GRUNTS.]
I'm thinking choppin' your balls off outta do it.
[LAUGHTER.]
Go on, grab him.
- Get out! Get outta here! - [SCREAMING.]
[GASPS, GRUNTS.]
You won't be bringing any more like you into this world, okay? - [GASPS, MUTTERS.]
- Huh? What's wrong? What? You what Oh, you wanna beg me? Yeah, beg me.
No, you can beg me.
Come on, it's okay.
Beg me, boy.
Beg me! - Come on, beg.
- [SPITS.]
You get the hell away from me.
Hap! - Hap! - Leave him alone! - Hap! Hap! - Get outta here! Leave him alone! [LAUGHING.]
Ain't he tough? TRUMAN: Hold him steady now, boys.
- Hap! - Hold still, boy! No! [UNZIPS JEANS.]
TRUMAN: Hey, check this out here.
[GUNSHOT, RACKS RIFLE.]
Step away right now.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING.]
Please try something stupid, any one of ya, or else back the hell off.
I said step away or I'll blow your head right up yo' ass.
[SIREN WAILS, TIRES SCREECH.]
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
[RACKS RIFLE.]
What's going on here, Lieutenant? HANSON: What's it look like, Sneed? Looks like somebody made a mistake.
That's right.
You don't put that gun down, it's gonna be the last one you ever make.
SNEED: Get outta here.
Now! Take them assholes with you.
[MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY OVER POLICE RADIO.]
[VOICE BREAKING.]
Okay.
Come on.
Come on, there you go.
Easy.
Easy now.
St You stay back.
You stay t-there.
Don't come close.
[VEHICLE DOOR CLOSES.]
Oh.
[INHALES SHARPLY.]
Oh.
[CRYING.]
[VEHICLE DEPARTS.]
Oh, my brother.
They [SNIFFLES.]
they messed you up.
They [STIFLES SOB.]
[SNIFFLES.]
[GROANING SOFTLY.]
Hey.
Goddamn it.
[SNIFFLES.]
Goddamn it.
[HAP SNIFFLES, EXHALES SHARPLY.]
[CONTINUES CRYING.]
[ZIPS JEANS.]
There.
You're okay now.
[PATS CHEEK.]
[INHALES SHARPLY.]
Yeah.
Yeah.
[SNIFFLES.]
We're going home.
We're going home.
Come on now.
[LEONARD GRUNTING SOFTLY.]
[CAR DOOR OPENS.]
Easy, easy, easy.
[GROANS.]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING.]
[WALKING.]
[THUNDER RUMBLING.]
[BIRDS CHIRPING, SQUAWKING.]
[FRONT DOOR THUDS.]
[GROANS.]
It's the bedroom down the hall.
Get him on the couch.
[FRONT DOOR CLOSES.]
[GRUNTS.]
What next? It's best you take your boys and get out of town for a while.
Are you sure that's necessary? Just let me stay here and help.
No, you got to go.
I'll look in at the diner and put the "closed" sign on it.
[CABINET DOOR CREAKS.]
Now please, Maude.
[CABINET DOOR CLOSES.]
I don't want to have to worry about you, too.
[VOICE BREAKS.]
You be careful.
You hear me? I can't run that diner without you.
Don't you do nothing stupid, Bacon.
[LEONARD GRUNTING, CRYING.]
Relax.
Stop fighting, all right? Easy.
[GASPING.]
[SOBS, GASPS.]
Hold him down.
[SWITCH CLICKS.]
[SOBS, GASPS.]
This oughta calm him down.
[WHIMPERING.]
[SOBS.]
[EXHALES DEEPLY.]
[BREATHING SLOWS DOWN.]
Yeah.
Mm.
All right, lift him up.
Easy, easy, easy.
[GROANS.]
There you go.
[GRUNTS.]
Okay.
[BONE CRUNCHES.]
Aah! [SOBS.]
Shh.
[SOBBING.]
Shh.
There.
Mm.
[CRYING.]
[CLEARS THROAT.]
Yeah? [GASPING BREATHES.]
[WHISPERS.]
Yeah.
Shh.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
[GRUNTS.]
- You got this? - I got it.
- Got it? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[RAIN FALLING.]
[THUNDER RUMBLING.]
I know what you're thinking.
You're thinkin' the first time you ever seen a dead American.
Go away.
I said go away! You run up on 'em in the jungle.
Three heads on sticks.
Those three men was calling you "nigger" that very same mornin'.
You remember that? Talkin' about your mama must've shit her pants the day you was born.
Why you had to be so black and ugly? And then there were your three heads on sticks.
Necks just swingin' open.
[SNIFFLES.]
Teeth all bloody and quiet.
After what happened to you in that alley [SNIFFLES.]
those three deaths finally made some sense.
[CRYING.]
They may have been some racist ass crackers, but they was Americans.
We all born Americans.
We all die Americans.
But it's in between where it counts.
Yeah, what happened to you in that alley, that was a whole different kind of Vietnam.
Don't you think? [THUNDERCLAP.]
[CLEARS THROAT.]
[EXHALES SHARPLY.]
[GRUNTS.]
What the hell happened? [SIGHS.]
I don't know, Marvin.
Maybe you should've come down here instead of sending Leonard and me.
I didn't send Leonard.
You brought him.
So don't blame me for the pain he's feelin'.
[INHALES SHARPLY.]
If I had the strength, I'd get up off this couch and hobble over there and slap you bald-headed.
[EXHALES SLOWLY.]
[GRUNTS.]
Florida's too damn ambitious.
[CROW CAWING.]
Figured she could cowgirl her way into Grovetown, do things her own way.
Should've came back from Grovetown when I told her.
That woman's so headstrong.
[WHISPERS.]
Yeah.
That's why I loved her, too.
[BIRDS CHIRPING, SQUAWKING.]
[GRUNTS SOFTLY.]
[EXHALES SHARPLY.]
Who the hell are you, old man? [LIQUID SLOSHES.]
Does that matter? [SETS DOWN CONTAINER.]
Yeah, kinda.
You live in the town where they hate ya for the color of your skin.
You can go anywhere, but you stay here.
I stay where I'm needed.
[SETS DOWN OBJECT.]
Flippin' burgers in a diner, huh? You think you're so smart.
Think you know all about me.
Don't you? [EXHALES SHARPLY.]
[STRAINED VOICE.]
I know what I see.
Well, it's a good thing I don't judge you for what I see.
[PAPER CRINKLING.]
So tell me something different then.
[SETS DOWN OBJECT.]
[EXHALES DEEPLY.]
Been born and raised in Grovetown.
And every day, all I thought about was leavin'.
After the war, I got educated and got me a scholarship.
Studied hard to be a veterinarian.
Moved to Chicago.
Big city life.
Then I moved back down here.
I realized that what I learned was much more beneficial for the people of the Southside, and these Grovetown doctors were giving diabetics a jar full of aspirin and charging them $75, which they could not pay.
So I stepped up.
Used what I learned, taught myself more, and helped the people.
Mm, Maude well, she made it possible for me to earn a living.
And then I stay here, where I can do some good, where I'm needed.
Get you some rest, hear? [WHISPERS.]
Thank you.
[GRUNTS SOFTLY.]
CANTUCK OVER RADIO: What the hell happened, Sneed? It was Truman Brown and his boys.
They tore up Maude's place and beat these boys up good.
- Oh, shit.
- We need to get him to a doctor.
Does Brown know they're holed up at Bacon's? I don't think so.
Bacon knows what he's doing.
Best they stay out there.
And until I get there, you stay put.
- Do you hear me, Sneed? - Yes, sir.
[BRAKES SQUEAL.]
[ENGINE TURNS OFF.]
Got a little present for ya.
Figure you didn't have me drive all the way out here for nothin'.
Those boys from Laborde, they're out at Bacon's house.
Sneed's with 'em.
Good.
You gonna be home later? Why, yes, ma'am, I believe I will be.
I'll bring the pie.
[GRUNTS.]
Oh, damn, that one hurts.
If you don't stop fidgeting [GROANS.]
it's gonna hurt more.
[FRONT DOOR OPENS.]
[GRUNTS, PANTING.]
[FRONT DOOR CLOSES.]
- Hey, Sneed.
- Hmm? We found Florida's car over at Truman Brown's place.
Chief looked into it, and Truman Brown didn't kill her.
At least not out there.
Yeah, well, I'm supposed to trust the Chief, huh? You think it's easy keepin' the peace around here? No, I don't think it's easy keeping the damn peace anywhere.
But that don't mean to say I'm gonna trust Cantuck.
He's a good man.
Yeah, you tell that to Bobby Joe Soothe - Mm.
- and Florida.
He wants to find out what happened to them - much as you do.
- Yeah? Yeah, well, maybe he should've asked for some help, huh? You know, instead of kicking us out of town.
- You should've left! - I will leave when I find Florida.
Not that you give a damn about her.
[BREATHING DEEPLY.]
My father died in prison.
Did you know that, Collins? When I was 14.
He killed a man for stealing tools out of our shed.
A black man.
It's no excuse, just Just get off your goddamn high horse for once in your life, Collins.
BACON: Sneed's right.
[HAP GRUNTS.]
You should've left.
- Yeah.
- Now look at yourself, Hap.
[EXHALES SLOWLY.]
You saw what they did to Leonard out there.
All that damn time, during the '60s, when we was protestin' Look where it got us.
Goddamn nowhere.
[SIGHS.]
What'd you think, painting them pictures and smoking all that pot, think you'd change things around here? Yeah.
Why not? I wasn't doing it for myself.
You sure about that? [GUNSHOT, GLASS SHATTERS.]
[GUNFIRE.]
[GASPS.]
[OMINOUS MUSIC.]
Stay down! [GUNFIRE CONTINUES.]
[GRUNTING.]
LEONARD: Bacon.
[GUNFIRE CONTINUES.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING.]
[GUNSHOTS.]
[WHISPERS.]
Toss it.
- Uhh! - SNEED: Bacon! Shit.
[GUNFIRE CONTINUES.]
- Whoo! - Yeah! Say your prayers, assholes! This is your last day on Earth.
[GUNFIRE CONTINUES.]
Oh, shit! God! Sneed, cover me.
[GUNSHOTS.]
HANSON: Come on.
I'm fine.
All right.
Boone and Grady.
Stay down! Boone! Grady! Just get in your truck and drive away.
[GUNSHOT.]
[LAUGHS.]
I'm telling you now, this is not gonna end the way you want it to.
BOONE: Yeah? We'll see! Last chance, boys.
Get off this property! We came here to hunt some coon! That's what we gonna do.
[GUNSHOTS.]
Sneed.
On the count of three, shake that damn curtain.
One two three! [GUNSHOTS.]
[GLASS SHATTERS.]
Aah! Aah! Shit! [CRYING.]
Boone! Boone! They shot me! You okay? No, I'm not okay, goddamn it! They shot my eye out! Shut up, man.
They shot your eye.
you'd be dead.
They're gonna be.
Pricks! [SIREN WAILING.]
Shit! Cantuck! Let's go, man! Get us outta here! Let's go! [POUNDS TRUCK.]
Move it, man! Get in the truck! [SIREN CONTINUES WAILING.]
[ENGINE STARTS.]
MAN ON RADIO: All units [SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY.]
Reports of shots fired.
Request for backup.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING.]
[BIRDS CHIRPING.]
[LIGHTS CLINK.]
[FLOORBOARDS CREAKING.]
[FRONT DOOR CREAKING.]
[FRONT DOOR CLOSES.]
Take it easy, boys.
HAP: Sneed and Bacon? I got a little cabin on a river up north.
They'll be safe there.
[THUNDER RUMBLING.]
And what about Truman Brown? Is he gonna be is he gonna be chased outta town, too? I got a shitty job, Collins.
Not many people around here willing to do it.
No, you won't find much sympathy with me.
I'm just saying, fixing what's broken in this town is gonna take some time.
Yeah, I-I got a lot of excuses for shitty things I don't wanna do, too.
[CHUCKLES.]
You sound like my wife.
Well, she stuck around, huh? That so hard to believe? Kinda.
Yeah.
Shit.
That's what everybody says.
Hey, you know, the only difference between a vulture and a woman is a vulture circles at least once before it chews your ass out.
I'll be goddamned if that ain't true about most women.
But not my wife.
Mnh-mnh.
That's the truth.
[CAR DOOR OPENS.]
[GRUNTS.]
You've given me something, Collins, I can use against Truman Brown and his boys.
[CAR DOOR CLOSES.]
I'm gonna find your friend.
That's a promise.
[CAR DOOR OPENS.]
When you find her, call me, day or night.
Will do.
It's best y'all don't come around here for a good while, - at least.
- How 'bout never? - Hey, Collins.
- [GRUNTS.]
Yeah? Happy New Year.
Mm.
[ENGINE STARTS.]
[GEARS SHIFT.]
[THUNDER RUMBLING.]
[PEACEFUL MUSIC PLAYING.]
[GUNSHOT.]
[THUNDERCLAP.]
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING.]