The Gift Page #2
You're not gonna die,
Buddy.
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Oh, look...
Okay. Well, thank you.
'Cause if you had said ''yes,''
I would have to kill myself
before the sun goes down.
Oh, Buddy. Oh, honey.
You don't have
to kill yourself, honey.
- You know I'll always tell you.
- Oh, man.
- I'll always tell you, Buddy.
- Oh, man.
You're fine. You can always
talk to me, Buddy. Always.
- Oh, don't use that, honey.
- I feel embarrassed.
- No. Here. Huh?
- Oh, no.
- I can't soil that.
- Buddy, I want you to have it.
- This one's Ben's. I don't...
- He'd want you to have it.
Thank you.
Thank you.
- You all right?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm all right.
- All right.
- All right.
I can walk home. You don't
have to drive me. You can...
No, no. No, I'm... I'm good.
I'm good.
- Yeah? You sure scared me, hon.
- Oh, yeah.
No, I'm all right.
I'm all right.
All right. You just take it
nice and slow.
Nice and slow.
Could I help you?
Yes, ma'am.
I'm Donnie Barksdale.
I'm sorry to bother you so late, but
I believe you know my wife Valerie.
Yes, I do.
I know who you are.
Can I come in
and talk to you?
It's about my wife.
Something's happened to her.
What's happened?
She okay?
Well, no, she's not, ma'am.
Ma'am, I promise.
I'll just take a minute.
All right.
Come on.
What's happened is she's getting
her head filled full of sh*t...
by a goddamn
Satan worshipper.
Or a damn good con artist,
one of the two.
I know she's been coming over
to see you and your damn voodoo.
You tell her bad things
about me, don't you?
You ain't no better
than a Jew or a n*gger.
Do you know
what this is?
It's a voodoo doll.
I'm going to use this voodoo doll
on you, some of your own medicine.
If you don't stop
seeing my wife,
I'm stickin' me a pin
till you learn
Go back to bed.
Everything's fine.
I bet you love those
little children, don't you?
And I bet they need
their mama, don't they?
- What's your name?
- Get your ass out of my house!
Don't you threaten me or my kids.
Now, what I do here is my business.
If your wife has any sense,
she'll leave you so far behind,
you'll never find her.
Now you get out of here
before I have you thrown in jail.
Messing with the Devil
is gonna get you burned.
Everybody knows that.
I'll see you soon, boys.
Go back to bed.
Come on.
- Something smells like cat pee.
- It's perfume, Ben.
And you're not supposed to cuss
in front of appointments.
Something smells like cat pee.
Something smells like cat pee.
- Something smells like cat pee.
- Be quiet!
He's got a great sense of humor.
Oh, he loves you.
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