Bloody Mama

- Get her.

- Got her.

(KATE CRYING) I don't wanna!

Please, Papa!

I don't wanna! Papa!

(HENRY GRUNTING) Pipe down.

I don't wanna, Papa! I don't wanna!

Please, Papa!

You're a stubborn little b*tch, Kate.

You ain't hospitable.

FATHER:
Kate, don't you have

no respect for your pa?

HENRY:
Don't mean to hurry you up, Pa,

but why don't you just hurry up and hurry?

FATHER:
You just shut up, Henry.

Hold your sister down.

(KATE CONTINUES CRYING)

Blood, Kate.

- Thicker than water.

- KATE:
I don't want to!

Gonna have me some boys.

And there wasn't any one of them

who wouldn't kill for me,

and didn't kill for me.

Or me for them.

That's what you call family.

Mama's boys.

Ma Barker loved her sons.

She loved them every one.

And she raised them all

to be a mother's child.

She took them from their pa.

It was down towards Arkansas.

Bloody mama.

And her sons were goin ' wild.

Mama, bloody mama.

Sing me a lullaby.

Mama, bloody mama.

We'll all meet in that sweet by-and-by.

Ma Barker was her name.

She lived up to her fame.

As the one and only pistol-packin ' ma.

She taught her sons to shoot.

Some other things to boot.

Bloody mama and her sons

ha ve fought the law.

Mama, bloody mama.

Sing me a lullaby.

Mama, bloody mama.

We'll all meet in that sweet by-and-by.

Ma Barker taught her boys.

To play with guns, not toys.

But she overlooked

one plain and simple fact.

With the law around the bend.

Dyin ' is the end

'cause when you shoot at people.

They're gonna shoot right back.

Mama, bloody mama.

Sing me a lullaby.

Mama, bloody mama.

We'll all meet in that sweet by-and-by

(ALL SHOUTING)

- Ma!

- Herman, you gonna fry me to death!

Oh, Freddie, stop being a baby!

Hot water never did hurt your vital parts.

Taking a bath every Saturday

is disgusting.

FRED:
Turner boys don't have

to take a bath all winter long.

Yeah. They're too nervous.

Yeah. And that's why, my sweet lamb,

that's why the Turner boys stink.

They stink all winter long.

Hey, Ma,

Herman stole a pie

from Mrs. Turner's kitchen.

Oh, big mouth.

(WATER SPLASHING)

Did you do that?

Yeah, Ma, I did.

You must've been powerful hungry, huh?

Only ate half of it.

Threw the rest away.

That's good, baby.

Mrs. Turner's dogs

couldn't keep her pies down.

They'd have to puke them up.

(DOG BARKING)

Ma!

Damn little tattletale bastard!

I told you, and I told you, and I told you!

You're not to curse in my house!

What does that bastard want over here?

GEORGE:
We don't need a sheriff,

Mr. Sheriff.

Just wanna talk to you

about your boys, George.

GEORGE:
Well, Ma takes care of the boys.

You gotta talk to Ma about the boys.

KATE:
Hello, Sheriff. Talk!

Come on! Come on!

Want me to talk to you

with the boys here?

All of them?

Sure, unless you're scared

of my boys, Sheriff.

Herman, give me that soap over there.

And if you're scared of them, Sheriff,

then I think I would

keep my mouth shut if I was you.

Wanna tell your ma

what you did to the Turner girl?

SHERIFF:
Herman? Lloyd?

Wanna tell your ma before Mrs. Turner

finds a man with a shotgun

to come up here and blow your heads off?

KATE:
Now, come on, Sheriff.

Why don't you stop pestering my boys?

All they done was swipe

one of Mrs. Turner's pies.

(LAUGHING) They got definitely sick on it.

LLOYD:
That Suzie Turner's a smart ass.

She's awful pretty.

Suzie Turner does it with everybody.

She don't do it with nobody.

And if she does,

she don't get her arm broke doing it.

Now, come on, Sheriff.

You know my boys ain't touched no gal,

and may God rip out the guts

of anybody who says that they did.

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