Monster's Ball

Evening, handsome.

- Hey, Lucille. How you doing?

- Okay.

- Evening, Hank.

- Hey, Betty. How's your mama now?

She's good.

Here you go.

So, how you been?

- Pretty good. You?

- Pretty good.

How's Sonny?

He's all right, I guess.

- Vera, how you doing?

- I'm good. How are you?

I'm good.

Here.

Sorry.

- You want a drink?

- Oh, yeah. Thanks, hon.

Wild Turkey.

- Now, I'm sore, so go easy, darling.

- Yes, ma'am.

Bye.

- Thanks, Vera.

- You're welcome.

Yeah.

What's the matter, hon? You look so sad.

I'm fine. Hey...

You wanna get something to eat?

- Talk?

- You take care, Sonny.

Morning, Pop.

This sh*t's cold. I'm gonna get some more.

What the hell

those n*ggers doing out there?

I said something to you. Did you hear me?

Yeah.

Damn porch monkeys.

Be moving in here soon.

Sitting next to me.

Watching my TV.

There was a time

when they knew their place.

Wasn't none of this mixing going on.

Your mother, she hated them n*ggers, too.

Tell them to get the hell off my property.

- You put that thing down.

- We came by to see Sonny.

I don't give a damn

who you come by to see.

Get them out of here right now.

Tell them. They're your buddies.

Tell them to get out of here.

Well, what are you standing there for?

You watch your ass, all right?

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You see these two boys here?

They're my sons.

They were on my property.

Ain't no need to be scaring no little boys.

They ain't coming to hurt you.

Ain't no need to be letting off no shotgun

to tell them to leave, either.

You understand?

Well, then keep them off my property.

They're friends of your son, okay?

He invited them here.

They ain't trespassing,

they ain't hurting nobody.

Next time you wanna play cowboy,

I'm over here all the time.

- Well, you keep them off my property.

- I think you heard me, sir.

Yeah, well, I think you heard me, too.

All right?

Come on, boys. Let's go.

Sh*t.

- You all right, Dappa?

- Yeah, I'm all right.

- You sure?

- Yeah. It was loose.

Yeah?

Do you see what you did, Sonny?

Yeah, I'm sorry. It was my mistake.

- Yeah, it was.

- It won't happen next time.

Let's just keep going

till we get it right, huh?

That's none of your goddamn business.

No, I'm surprised

you talking like that to me,

you being a woman and all.

I'm a liberated woman.

Better watch out, Georgia Ann.

Tommy's gonna sue you

for sexual harassment.

Oh, that's all right.

Booter, how you doing?

- Just give me the $2.50, Sonny.

- I got it, Booter.

- You keep the rest of it.

- Thanks, Mr. Grotowski.

Just like I said, no more mistakes, all right?

I wanna make damn sure

nobody makes any mistakes,

especially you.

So when it gets time for us to do it,

you know, you can't mess up.

That goes for me, too, and the rest of them.

You ain't no different than us.

You can't screw it up.

- That's Hank's boy.

- You think it's in the genes?

Yeah, but he is a boy.

He will be a man tomorrow.

In England, they go as far

as to give the guy a party the night before.

They call it the Monster's Ball.

They don't want no lawyer, no preacher,

or anything like that around,

so it's just you and me.

Like I said,

we can't think about what he did

or anything else about him.

It's a job. We have to do our job right.

I've been drawing a lot. What about you?

Yeah.

Look here. We ain't got a lot of time.

I'm gonna give you all my drawings

and all my clothes.

When you get older, they may fit you,

and you may want to wear them.

- I'm not gonna see you again after this?

- No.

Why?

'Cause I'm a bad man.

Who says?

I do.

- But I want you to know something.

- What?

You ain't me.

- Yes, I am.

- No, you're not.

You're everything that's good about me.

You're the best of what I am,

that's what you are.

This man you see sitting here today,

you ain't.

Hey, baby. You look nice today.

You always look nice.

Tyrell, tell your daddy

what you won at school.

Oh, yeah, right.

My drawing is gonna be used

on the school magazine cover.

- You know what I did?

- What'd you do?

Go on. Just tell him.

Don't be playing no guessing game.

I made a picture of you,

sitting alone, in jail.

Theme was solitude.

Way to go, Ty. Way to go. Put it there, boy.

Not too bad.

What's going on with the car?

It's leaking radiator fluid.

You need to take it in right away.

Have them check the hoses.

That car get too hot,

you gonna be in trouble.

The house?

I'm losing it.

I can't afford to make the payments

no more.

Not no more.

I'm sorry, baby.

Ty, let me and your mama talk for a second.

Okay.

Come on now.

Only reason I'm here

so you could say goodbye to your son.

Okay.

I been coming here

for damn near 11 years, Lawrence,

and I'm tired.

I'm tired of coming here.

- Time.

- Come on, so soon?

Well, I gotta get going, baby.

It's time for me to go, Ty.

I'm gonna call you.

You wait by the phone, okay?

Come on now.

Come on, Ty, you gotta let go. Come on.

Come on, Tyrell.

For every time I hurt you, I'm sorry.

Come on.

Ma'am, let's go.

Let's go.

Ma'am, let's go.

I know my way out of here. Come on, Tyrell.

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