Storyville Page #5

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I don't know, Cray.

Sometimes...

you can't know what's in a man's mind.

It's the damnedest truth | you'll ever run across.

You can't know | why a man does what he does.

Was there any reason | why he would have been afraid to testify?

No reason. Ray was a good businessman.

Tough.

Played the game, but honest, fair.

State had a case.

- What about the Colonel? | - Colonel...

Did some work for Oxytech | back in the '30s...

brokered some leases for the oil rights. | Middleman stuff.

- Suit claimed he stole them. | - Stole them?

Those folks thought they were worthless, | couldn't give them away fast enough.

Now, you remember this.

The Colonel grew up out here.

Eight kids in a one-room shanty.

Raised himself up out of the swamp | with his own two hands...

for us, for the family. He did it for us.

There are people that will hate you | just for spite...

when you rise up in the world.

When Ray took his life, | I swore I'd try to be a good father to you.

He was innocent | and they hounded him to the grave.

And any man that tries to bring harm | to this house...

will be made to pay.

Now, you promise me, | you'll come to me if there's any trouble.

You promise me that.

The warnings | on the National Weather Service...

for all of South and Southeastern...

- Hello, Mother. | - Cray. What a nice surprise.

- Everything A-okay with you, sugar? | - Fine!

Here's an update.

The hurricane is coming North.

Have you seen this thing before?

That's yours truly doing the weather report.

Colonel owned the station then.

We had that dreadful hurricane.

People lost everything.

Terrible tragedy.

I had to stay on the air | for five hours straight.

Mother, do you know when he died...

did Dad have any papers...

or did he have a place...

that he kept things | he didn't want people to see?

He had...

special places.

Who is it?

Just come on up.

I'm sorry. You don't have to.

No, stay right there.

- I need an ambulance. | - No!

My father made tapes of us.

- What? | - My father made tapes of us together.

What the f*** are you talking about?

You father made tapes of us?

- Did you know about this? | - I came to warn you.

- What's your father's name? | - Xang.

- Xang? | - Someone paid him.

Who paid him?

- I don't know. I'm sorry. | - What do you want from me?

I have to leave the city.

You want to leave the city? | You want some cash?

- Where are the tapes? | - I have money in the studio.

At the studio? The tape's at the studio?

Please, I can't go back there alone.

They'll kill me.

Damn.

- You have any candy? | - I do now.

Come on over here! Where are you?

Here, chuck your ass down here, baby.

You're gonna scream | like a goddamn stuck pig.

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