Bloody Mama Page #3

We're gonna sing something sweet,

like the Barker family does. Come on.

Ok, we're gonna sing The Battle Hymn of

The Republic, all right? Sing.

ALL:
(SINGING) Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!

Our troops was marching on.

KATE:
Once again!

He has sounded forth the trumpet.

That shall never call retreat.

KA TE:
We listened to Billy Sunday

and Aimee Semple McPherson

and put a little something extra

in the plate at church.

I knew if God got his,

he'd see to it that we got ours.

We were all happy

when Lindy made it to Paris.

I liked a man who took things

in his own hands.

My Herman was a lot like that.

(TRAIN HORN BLOWING)

(PANTING)

Do you like me?

- What kind of dumb question is that?

- Do you like me at all?

(SIGHING)

You're a customer, baby.

I f***ed you.

But you're a freak.

What do you mean, I'm a freak?

Tell me what you want me to do.

You wanna marry me?

Or you want me to fix him up?

Oh, hell, everyone knows what she can do.

Ask if she can cook as good as Ma.

You should taste my pie crusts, little boy.

They'd melt in your mouth.

Tell you what you can do for me.

Buy me a diamond ring.

Never expected anyone to marry me.

Still, I kind of dream

about a diamond ring.

I cut my finger on your freaking glass.

Anything we take out of

this store is glass,

I'll be back to shove a few splinters

through your head.

Maybe I ought to just

take out one of your eyes for good luck.

No. Please, don't.

Put it in a ring. Maybe sell it.

- Leave him alone, Herman.

- Come on, let's get out of here, Herman.

He got eyes like Pa, Herman.

Leave him alone.

- Come on.

- LLOYD:
Come on, come on.

Yeah.

HERMAN:
You got eyes like my old man.

Come on.

You lucky son of a b*tch.

- Come on, Herman.

- I'm sorry.

Come on. Come on!

Let's get out of here.

(CAR DOOR CLOSING)

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

KATE:
That's the most beautiful

darn thing I ever saw.

That's...

Thank you, sweetheart.

From me to you, Ma.

Thank you, baby.

Gee, Ma.

We hardly got anything

from that damn jewelry store.

Well, don't you fuss.

Don't you fuss no more. Come on.

Don't fuss no more.

Mama's here.

(CRYING)

Another day, another dollar.

(PLAYING LIVELY COUNTRY MUSIC)

(MAN WHOOPING)

(WOMAN LAUGHING)

Hi, there. I'm Charity.

Would you like to take me on a walk?

No, thanks.

I think you'd better.

My brother, Herman, he's...

Thief! This boy's stealing the clothes!

MAN:
Thief!

(CHARITY SCREAMS)

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

- Get him!

- MAN 2:
Get him!

(ALL SHOUTING)

(HERMAN EXCLAIMING)

Give me my dress. Give me my dress.

(EXCLAIMING)

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

You stupid idiot.

KATE:
1929 was a bad year

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