Eve's Bayou Page #2

with Matty Mereaux?

Mama's the most beautiful

woman in the world.

Go to bed.

It's late.

You scared me.

Louis:
God damn it,

Harry, wait.

Harry:
I'm leaving, I'm driving,

I'm taking my damn wife...

- No, no, no.

- Mozelle.

You'll either let

Mozelle drive...

or you'll stay here tonight,

or I'll whip your ass.

Sh*t, get your hands off me.

I may be drunk,

but I'll whip your butt.

- Come on!

- Stop it, a**holes!

Now, what is your monkey ass

gonna do, huh?

Just because you're a doctor,

you think you know everything?

- You don't know everything.

- God damn it, Harry!

Cisely:

Daddy, Uncle Harry.

Stop it. It's late.

You want to raise the dead?

Go back to bed. You're not dressed

and it's bedtime.

Not till Daddy

comes in.

Toi, t'es un vrai

cochon parfois.

F*** you, doc,

I'm sick of your sh*t.

- Come here. Come on!

- Give me the damn keys!

Now get into the goddamn car

before I kill you.

(Louis laughs)

Mozelle:

Dis bonsoir, Harry.

- Good night.

- Good night, slugger.

Bonsoir, Mozelle.

- Nighty, Mozelle.

- Nighty, Mozelle. Night, Harry.

Good night, y'all.

Be good.

Good night, Red.

Good night, Cisely.

- F*** you, Doc.

- Shut the hell up.

What do I get for this?

Woman:
I don't know why

the Lord sees fit...

Good night, Red.

(phone rings in the distance)

Mama:
Mozelle, are you...

Oh, my God.

Louis, Louis, wake up!

Red:

God bless Uncle Harry...

May God bless

Uncle Maynard...

and Uncle Anderson.

(knock on door)

(whispering)

Aunt Mozelle, wake up.

What for?

You got clients coming.

Harry's voice:
Mozelle.

Eve:

You don't look so bad.

I loved them...

I swear I did.

Eve:
I know.

It's not your fault they die.

Which one did you love best?

I don't know, Eve.

They was all different.

Anderson was the handsomest

man I've ever seen.

Your uncle Harry,

he was the sweetest.

And Maynard...

Maynard loved me

most of all.

Even when I was your age,

before I ever did the counseling,

I could look at people, complete

strangers, and see their lives.

But I looked at each

of my husbands...

and never saw a thing.

That's the way it always is...

blind to my own life.

(bell ringing)

Eh bien...

now go and...

make yourself invisible

for a while.

If you're quiet...

you'll be able to hear.

I'm so sorry about Harry.

I don't know

why the Lord sees fit...

We're all servants

of divine will.

The Lord giveth

and taketh away.

Oh, well.

Close your eyes.

Lord, lead us in the direction

of righteousness.

Advise us that we may

become wiser in Thy will.

- Amen.

- Amen.

Speak your mind, my friend.

It's my boy.

My boy's ran off

and I don't know where.

My husband and I have been

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