Eve's Bayou Page #3

praying for two months.

And I pray for patience, but...

I can't take it anymore.

I have to know.

(sirens blasting)

He's alive, Hilary.

You'll find him in Detroit,

at St. Michael's Hospital.

Next Tuesday.

Is he sick?

Tell me.

Your son's on drugs.

Go home and pray for strength.

You'll need strength

to help you through this.

Mozelle:
The money is gone,

Madame Renard.

Your niece spent it all.

I'm sorry.

(sobbing)

Oh, help me.

My God.

How will I live?

Please, help me.

I want you to get a small bag

made of skin of chamois.

In it, place this piece

of moon stone

and John Conqueror root.

Tie it with a piece

of devil shoestring.

And in your right hand,

sprinkle five drops of holy oil.

Thank you, Madame.

I'm in no position

to repay your kindness

- with my money gone.

- C'est rien, ma chre.

Keep the bag

next to your skin.

I'm so sorry

about your husband.

He was such a fine man.

Thank you.

Don't be cute.

You told Daddy you don't

practice no voodoo.

She was desperate.

Does it work?

We'll see.

What if it don't?

I don't think she'll sue me.

(Mozelle chuckles)

Mozelle:
Oh Lord.

What is it now?

(faint)

What did you say?

Ros:
I said, I've got three

of his damn babies.

I can't stand

that woman called my house!

There is nothing in this world

lower than eavesdropping

- on the conversation of others.

- This is important.

If they wanted you to hear,

they'd have left the door open.

- I'm telling.

- (both gasp)

Women have been lying about this

ever since God invented them.

Daddy.

Hey, Cis.

You're in trouble. Go to Kings

and come back later.

- They're really mad.

- Who's mad, baby?

Who, them?

They're always mad.

People fantasize

about their doctors...

No, don't talk, Louis.

- I feel like I'm falling.

- I'll catch you.

Don't.

- Eve:
He's that old?

- Yeah.

Eve:

He seems like he's 100.

Not 100. I think he used

to go out with grand-mre.

H uh? They do seem like

they could make a good couple.

You really think so?

Wait, grand-mre doesn't really

seem like she's that old.

Oh, grand-mre is old,

let me tell you.

You've been taking

your pills. Good girl.

Yes, Doctor,

I'm feeling much better.

Everything will be

just fine.

Yes, everything's going

to be just fine.

As long as you keep

taking your pills.

- Good bye, Mrs. Renard.

- Bye.

Yes, Lord...

everything will be

just fine.

Your lungs are clear

as a bell, Stevie.

I think you'll live.

Doctor...

could you give me

something for the pain?

Eve...

go on outside and play.

What pain is that,

Stevie?

What was wrong

with that lady?

Mrs. Hobbs?

Some illnesses are hard

to put a finger on.

- Is she having a baby?

- No. Why do you ask?

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