Last Kind Words Page #3

My pa does a little bit,

maybe, but...

What does he do?

Nothin'.

Did he hit you?

No, no.

No, not really.

He didn't start out that way.

How do you know that?

Nobody starts out bad.

You mind turning off the

sh*t-Mobile for a minute?

( Turns engine off )

How's things goin'?

Fine.

You have any idea

when that tobacco crop.

Might be ready to sell?

It'll be a while yet.

We need to turn that into cash.

As soon as we can.

Can't rush nature.

Where's Eli? Shouldn't

he be helpin' out?

Eli:
You think Ill

end up good or bad?

Amanda:
I don't know.

It depends.

On what?

Bad things happen.

If you're weak,

it'll break you.

I'm not weak.

I'm not.

I don't get you.

You got me if you want me.

Waylon:

Come here, Eli.

You been out in the woods much?

Yeah.

Seen any trespassers?

No.

Well, you see any,

you let me know.

Okay.

What you doin' in there?

Nothin'.

Well, as long as you

ain't settin' fires.

And cuttin' up trees.

I got more respect

than that. Come on, now.

Good.

You know, there's

a lot of history.

The civil war was fought here.

Pioneers died here.

Underground railroad

even came through here.

Really?

Yeah.

Come here. Let me

show you something.

See these shoes?

Yeah.

These belonged

to a runaway slave.

By the name of barnaby.

My great-Great-

Grandfather john.

Tried to help him... Let

him sleep in a barn.

But then his father... My

great-Great-Great- Grandfather horace...

Got a hold of old barnaby.

And took him out deep,

deep into the woods.

And hung him from a tree.

Told john what he did,

But wouldn't tell him where.

Gave him the poor boy's

shoes to prove it.

Of course, now they're

both a part of the farm.

And so is he.

Of course... Heh heh...

John never did find the body.

Where did you get all the guns?

Oh, mostly collected by father.

And my grandfather

over the years.

They're worth something.

So don't you be taking

them hunting or nothin'.

You ever gonna sell

any of this stuff?

Those Im taking

with me to my grave.

Waylon, did you ever know

of anybody named Amanda?

Why do you ask?

Oh, Im just wondering.

Did you see her?

Yeah.

Where? Where did you

see her?

I don't know... Did she

say anything to you?

What'd she say?

Nothin' much.

Who is she?

Boy...

you stay away from her.

She's dangerous.

All right.

And if you see her

again, you tell me.

Okay?

Yeah.

Good.

( Country music playing )

Where'd you go?

Nowhere.

Who were you with?

No one.

So you were nowhere

with no one...

I guess doing nothin', huh?

Yeah.

Know what I was doin'?

I was workin' my ass off while

you were doing nothin'.

You were supposed

to spray the tobacco.

I can't trust you with nothin'.

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