The Secret Life of Bees Page #2

- Thank you, Sheriff.

- You have to help her.

- [T. Ray] Get in the goddamn truck.

- I ain't restin;...

- till your n*gger apologizes.

- I'm sorry, Frank!

- I promised her!

- Get in the goddamn truck.

She dumped snuff juice

on a white man...

on Frank Posey, for Christ's sake.

I wouldn't be surprised

if he flat-out kills her.

You don't mean that.

He wouldn't really kill her.

Sheriff s gonna take her to the hospital.

She'll be fine.

Goddamn it. What the hell

were you thinkin'?

Don't you leave this room, you hear?

I gotta settle payroll with...

You don't scare me.

- What'd you say?

- You're a coward.

My mother would never let you touch me!

[Screams]

That goddamn woman

give a sh*t about you.

She loved me.

- [Laughs]

- I hate you!

Now you listen here.

Truth is, your sorry mama,

she ran off and left you.

On the day she died, she come back

for the rest of her things...not you.

That ain't true.

It's not.

[Door Opens, Closes]

- [Vehicle Door Closes]

- [Engine Starts]

[Vehicle Departs]

[Chattering]

[Woman On P.A.]

Dr. Cash, please call the page.

Dr. Cash, please call

the page operator.

[Door Opens]

Rosaleen.

They beat you again?

We gotta get you out of here.

- I can't get out of here. I'm in jail.

- You shouldn't be.

That's gotta go.

Rosaleen.

[Sighs]

- This is crazy.

- Oh, it'll be all right.

[Sighs]

It'll be all right.

- [Man Clears Throat]

- Shh.

[Woman On P.A., Indistinct]

- A white girl come by here?

- Uh, no, sir. Nobody. I ain't moved from this spot.

[Man]

When I was born

My daddy said I was broken

Beginning of the end

- You gals be careful now.

- The life I hadn't chosen

[People Vocalizing]

[Fades]

Let me get this straight.

You got us goin' to Tiburon...

'cause your mama got a picture

with that town written on the back?

That's it?

T. Ray said my mother left me

way before she died.

Well, it's not true.

He only made it up to punish me.

I know he did.

Knowing your daddy,

he could do a thing like that.

And my mother could never do

what he said she did.

Huh.

I get it.

You ran off 'cause of

what he said, didn't you?

It ain't had nothin' to do

with me being in jail.

And here you got me worrying myself sick

about you getting in trouble 'cause of me.

So what you fixin' to do? Go door-to-door

askin' folks about your mama?

- That's your bright idea?

- I don't exactly have a plan, all right?

Well, you sure had one

back at the hospital.

Comin' in there and sayin',

"We gonna do this, and we gonna do that."

And I'm supposed to follow you

like some dumb n*gger like they said.

Well, you are dumb pouring your spit

on that man's shoe like that...

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