White Oleander Page #3

Remember it all,

every insult, every tear.

What are you doing?

I'm writing a letter to my mother.

You ever write your dad?

I don't know where he is.

I never met him.

He left when I was 2.

- Your mother tell you much about him?

- No.

- Well, aren't you curious?

- I think about what he would think of me.

He probably thinks you're still 2.

That's how I remember my son, Seth.

- You have a son?

- Yeah.

- Hey, Ray.

- Hey, Patty.

So you're going to the Jesus show?

- Aren't you coming?

- To Bible study? No.

In my opinion, if there's a God,

he sure as hell ain't worth praying to.

That sounds like

something my mother would say.

She wouldn't take me

to the Christmas pageant.

She made me beg a ride

off another kid.

Hey, Ray.

Leanne, hi!

How you doing, Reverend?

I don't think he likes me very much.

Why don't you and Starr

get married?

'Cause I'm already married.

- Astrid, come on in. We're starting.

- Okay, I'm coming.

Where's your wife?

Who knows?

I haven't seen her or my son

in over five years.

I baptize you in the name of the Father,

the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Do you believe in God now?

Maybe it's not such a bad thing

to believe in something.

- It's better to know things.

- Why?

What does it get you? Does it tell you

the difference between right or wrong?

She didn't kill that guy alone.

I knew what my mother

was doing, you know?

I could've saved his life,

but I didn't.

Come on.

I'm gonna kill you, Ingrid! Open the door!

Think there was something

valuable on that hard disk?

Maybe a collection of essays

due at the publisher's this fall.

You bloody b*tch!

You can't do this to me!

You don't know what I can do.

Fill out your registration slips.

Know your inmate's number.

No number, no visit.

Hey, baby.

Astrid Magnussen?

Astrid?

Follow me.

Mama!

No, no, no, no, no.

Don't cry.

We're not like that.

We're the Vikings. Remember?

You're so beautiful.

Prison agrees with me.

There's no hypocrisy here.

Kill or be killed,

and everybody knows it.

Do they hurt you?

Not as much as I hurt them.

I won't be in here forever.

I promise you that.

One day you'll look out your window

and I'll be there.

Your hair smells like clover.

I wanna remember you just like this,

in that sadly hopeful pink dress.

- Starr picked it out.

- Of course she did.

What's that?

Nothing. It's just a cross.

I know it's a cross.

Why are you wearing it?

It's a present from Starr.

She force you to go to church?

They're really nice people.

It's called the Assembly of God.

To join you have to accept Christ as your

personal savior. And you're baptized.

They call it being washed in the blood

of the Lamb. But really, it's just water.

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