Lolly-Madonna XXX Page #3

See, what did I tell you, daddy.

- What did I tell you...

- Was she pretty?

Well, she ain't

no two ton dog like you.

(Elspeth) 'Don't you talk

to her like that, Ludie.'

(Ludie) 'Well, what the hell

does she think we're running'

'around here a beauty contest?'

What the hell

is the son of a b*tch up to?

(Zeb) 'Well, we just go

seek the law, daddy, like'

'like they deserve.'

Now, what kind of law

are you talking about?

No deputy in this county gonna

step a foot Feather's land.

I want to think.

(Ludie)

'You think all you like, Pap.'

But you ain't gettin' me

to go back up there.

- No way.

- Now, you look here, son.

No. You look here.

Now, how come you make

all the decisions

and I end up taking

all the risk?

Because this time

it's a question of principles.

Well, with me it's a question

of scruples. I got scruples.

What kind of scruple?

Bad.

You know

how it is with scruples, Pap.

Hell, you probably

got as many scruples as I do.

Well, yes, scruples but..

I don't think this here falls

under the category of scruples.

It leans more

from your basic scruple

to your basic principles.

And my basic principle

is that you and me and..

And all the rest of us..

Ought to do somethin'

to help that girl.

You know

what my basic scruple is?

What?

Not to get my ass shot off

for your basic principle.

- 'Hey, Ludie.'

- 'What?'

Why don't we just go up there

and explain to 'em

that postcard thing's a trick?

Mister, we just busted up

the man's still.

You're the one

that busted up his still.

Ain't afraid

to go talk him, Pap.

(Ludie)

'I wouldn't do that if I was you.'

I'd just bash

Thrush's head in.

All I got is this

yellow thread or brown.

Which you want?

Oh, come on now, Chickie.

I want her out of here.

You take her out to the barn.

Honey, I don't care

where you take her.

Just so she's out of here.

Come on now, Chickie.

It's nothing.

Bring that light

over closer.

Right, there will do.

Thanks, honey.

Look, I don't want any stitches.

Okay?

You gonna take her out of here.

Best get on with it.

Hold on to him.

Keep his head still.

[groans]

Come on.

Ah! Ah!

'Hold his head still.'

[sniffles]

Give me the bandage.

Hey, Thrush.

- You were crying real tears.

- Yeah, I know.

Just look at there.

Shut up.

Well, just look at him.

Don't hit me, Thrush.

I didn't do nothing.

Keep out of my goddamn face,

alright?

I'm going to put

this bandage on here.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

That in there..

That didn't mean nothin'.

I guess we both got hurt places.

Old man's right up there

where you can see it.

Old Chickie, she pulled out

that needle and thread

and zup, zup, zup.

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