A Love Song for Bobby Long

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What are you doing here?

Georgianna went a half hour ago.

You're gonna miss it.

Put that on my tab.

Your bill.

"Tab" sounds like

y'all might pay it someday.

Time was never a friend to Bobby Long.

It would conspire against him...

allow him to believe in a generous nature,

then rob him blind every time.

We had lost Lorraine, all of us...

but long before she died.

You can't park here.

You'll get another ticket.

I don't see no signs, Miss Daisy.

It's all right.

I can walk to the curb from here.

Get me a beer.

You find a job?

You clean the f*ck up?

That Bobby guy called again today.

- Again?

- He called a couple of days ago, remember?

No, you didn't tell me. What did he want?

He wanted to tell you about Lorraine.

What about her?

She died.

She what?

She's dead, all right? He called

because he thought you'd wanna know.

Lorraine died and you didn't tell me?

To Lorraine. May she finally find peace.

So, now what?

Lorraine finally kick y'all out?

No.

She never would.

Besides, God wouldn't let that happen.

Really? And why not?

'Cause God knows me, and I know God.

Go.

Cecil's pretty torn up. Make sure he eats.

I'll see you later.

She never meant nothing to you...

and you didn't mean a damn thing to her.

I didn't think you would care.

Come on, baby, stop.

Look, I'm sorry, all right?

Why don't you just cook me some dinner

and I'll go rent us a porno?

I have to go to a funeral, Lee...

unless I missed it

because you forgot to tell me...

that my mother is dead!

F*cking asshole. I am so out of here.

She was never your mother!

Purslane? This is Bobby Long again.

I don't know if you remember me...

but you missed your mama's funeral.

So long.

You got any smokes?

Sorry, sir.

- Y'all going down to Cecil's?

- In a minute.

- I'll see you guys.

- See you there.

You got a light?

- I thought you didn't have any.

- I don't.

Not for Junior.

He's got to cut down.

He's got fierce emphysema.

That cough sends shivers of mortality

down my spine.

"He'd make a lovely corpse,"

but I'll make no contribution.

Of course not. "Contribute only

to one's own death." That's my motto.

Did you get the girl? She know anything?

- "He'd make a lovely corpse."

- Come on, man. Charles Dickens.

Are you serious? It's Martin Chuzzlewit.

Smart-ass.

New Orleans is a siren of a city.

A place of fables and illusion.

A place Lorraine had to escape from...

and Bobby and I had to escape to.

Away from Alabama...

away from lives

that no longer belonged to us.

I thought she was getting better

that last time, I really did.

When was that?

- A few years ago, at least.

- It'll be six years, October.

Was it that long since we seen her?

Since you seen her.

We should have gone

to the hospital with you.

You should have done a lot of things.

Coming.

This Lorraine's house?

And who are you?

No one. I just live here.

Come on in.

Nice place.

Thanks. We try.

- You're not old enough to be Bobby.

- That's because I'm Lawson.

Okay.

I'm sorry about your mother.

You look a lot like her.

Sorry to wake you so early. It's barely noon.

Bobby. We got company, man. Wake up!

Honey, put your bags down. We don't bite.

- Juice?

- No.

- Bobby, get up. She's here.

- Who?

- Pursey.

- Who?

The girl is here. Get up.

So, when's the funeral?

It was yesterday. It was real nice.

You should have been there, young lady.

That's your opinion.

You must be here for some reason.

I guess you already know

the deal on the house.

What deal?

- The house. Your mother owned it...

- The deal!

Let me tell you what the deal is.

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