Bloody Mama Page #5

thick, inky black.

And deep, dark.

Thank you, Arthur.

My eyes have seen the glory.

KATE:
Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Lloyd, when you're all working

on those model airplanes,

you get to acting awful silly.

No, Ma. It's just that mine eyes

have seen the glory. Hallelujah.

Hey, Ma, how you gonna

raise yourself a heap of money?

We are going to do a big job.

And this time,

I am gonna go on it with you.

- Hallelujah.

- KATE:
Lloyd!

Here you are, Ma.

All right, now, everybody,

reach for the nightgown of the Lord.

Reach.

Anybody moves, you're dead.

All right, now,

we're all gonna play a game.

I'm sure you all know it.

It's called Simon Says.

And this here is Simon.

ARTHUR:
Open the safe.

KATE:
Simon says,

"Everybody down on the floor."

(CAR HORN HONKING)

MAN:
Hey!

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(CAR HORN HONKING)

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

Look, buddy...

(TIRES SCREECHING)

KATE:
Come on, hurry up, baby.

All right.

Simon says that you,

you, you, and you stand up.

Now, come on, Simon says,

"Get up as fast as you can."

Come on, come on.

Reach!

All right, now, you.

You two fat ladies, you come here.

You come here and this nice

little boy's gonna hug you.

All right, now, you two fat ladies,

come forward, Simon says.

Come on. Turn around, back up.

You back up with me now.

Everyone on the floor,

Simon says you count to 100 slowly,

or Simon might get awful mad.

Now, come on, ladies, back up.

Come on, fast. Let's go, fast.

Go, come on. Baby, let's go.

(ALARM RINGING)

ALL:
Six, seven, eight,

nine, 10, 11, 12,

13, 14...

(GUNS FIRING)

It looks like those policemen

don't think that we mean business.

Well, we just gotta show them we do.

Sweethearts, it looks like

they just don't care a damn about you.

Well, I'm gonna have to

show them they better!

Let go, you b*tch, let go!

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

KATE:
Let go, you silly b*tch!

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

They're gone! We did it!

We did it, boys, we did it!

KATE:
Yeah!

(ALL WHOOPING)

- LLOYD:
There you go!

- We're gonna get those boys out!

We did it! We did it!

(ALL CHEERING)

Now, ladies, there's nothing here for you

to be bashful about.

My boys is farm boys.

They're used to seeing

pigs puckering around in the mud.

Come on, you give me that there!

All right. Now, boys, you see anything

here at all that shames you?

But Ma, you sure didn't

pick any pretty ones, that's for sure.

Now, Lloyd, I wouldn't

mind a piece of that plump little pink 'un.

KATE:
Now, you just stop that.

You just stop that there talking dirty.

And come on, come on, get in the car.

Come on!

I ain't exactly gonna

curl up and die if I don't get her.

Come on, get, get, get.

Ladies, I want you

to understand something.

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