Crazy in Alabama Page #2

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He's a material witness.

I'll wanna talk to him.

He'll be with me.

If y'all know where she's headed,

you tell me now.

I'll try and bring her in safe.

I have no idea.

I just came by to pick up his body.

We searched every inch.

He ain't here.

You check the basement?

The basement.

Don't come down here.

Come on. Come on.

Jesus!

Where's his head?

He ain't got one.

Oh, baby sister.

What have you done?

I give my wife one just like it

for Christmas.

Oh, my God!

An all-points bulletin

for a 1964 Ford Galaxy sedan.

Bright red. Suspect's name

is Lucille Vinson...

...age 34.

Aunt Lucille told me she stayed up

the whole night packing.

I was the only one that knew

who it was she packed up...

... in a plastic freezer container...

... in a brown paper bag...

... on the back seat of her car.

Lucille.

Chester?

Lucille.

What do they want?

They wanna register to vote.

That's their latest thing.

Why don't they let them?

Negroes aren't allowed.

Not in Alabama. You know that.

Yeah, I know it.

It just don't seem fair.

They're just people like us.

You're right. It's not fair.

It's just the way things are.

I reckon Aunt Lucille had

more than one chance...

... to lighten her load.

It's not deep enough.

But I guess after 13 years

of being married...

... it's kind of hard to let it go.

Whoa! Look it!

What do you think?

It's so creepy.

I can't believe this is your house.

It belongs to the funeral company.

We just live here.

If you died in Industry,

and you were white...

... Croaker-Moseley Funeral Home

was where you'd come...

...before you went

to your final rest.

So many ghosts had been through

this house, you could smell them.

Uncle Dove said being

a funeral director...

... wasn't quite as much fun

as it looked.

Hours were long, and you didn't

see people at their best.

Well, this is where we live.

You all have the run of the attic.

Dove? Dove, is that you?

No, Earlene, it's the milkman.

Are you decent? The boys are here.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

You poor darlings. I can't even

imagine what you've been through.

Get dressed!

Aunt Earlene had a firm grip.

We liked her because

she introduced us to Pop-Tarts...

...Kool-Aid, Chef Boyardee.

Also, she had a voice you could hear

half a block away.

But what can I tell you? Chester was

just a perfectly dreadful man.

I can't remember a single moment

when he didn't get on my nerves.

Oh, and Dove...

...don't ever push me too far.

Let's go shopping.

My name is Carolyn Clay,

and I need a hat.

I mean, I need a hatbox.

I mean, I need a hat.

Remember that movie

with Audrey Hepburn?

I think it was at Tiffany's.

The one with the floppy brim.

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