Venom

I feel great, man.

I get it. You live in an armpit.

What is so wrong with this town, huh?

Besides archaic beliefs

and backward mentality?

Hey, come on, I like it here.

- Sean?

- What?

We're almost drunk.

Can we have a little more booze, please?

- That's all.

- You're the best.

So you're just gonna stare at her

through plate glass all night?

She doesn't want to talk.

- I can tell by her posture.

- Pos...

Did you see that?

Eden.

- Are you OK?

- Yeah.

No, it started raining.

- You and Eric will work everything out.

- Oh, yeah? How's that?

Hm... I have a feeling

for these kind of things.

Have some.

Hey, Ray.

How are you doing tonight?

- All right, I guess.

- Got your order all ready.

Here you go, Ray.

Have a good one.

- That man gives me the weebies.

- It's just a scar, Rachel.

Forget the scar.

It's his eyes, the way he stares you down.

Freaky.

So tell me, is that synthetic leather?

We got it at Lacey's in Baton Rouge.

You got it at Lacey's. I was in Barnes and

Noble. Do not make me part of your felony.

- You stole it?

- Well, I wasn't gonna buy it. It's too ugly.

And I felt bad taking a nice one.

I have a conscience.

- You're still a crook.

- Yeah, a crook with a nice rack.

Don't you think?

You may not want

to pull those out too often.

- Ray!

- What are you doing? Stop!

- Ray! Hey, Ray!

- Tammy!

- Yeah, you like that?

- Tammy! That redneck ain't right.

So long, sucker!

- Come on.

- You're not touching my hair.

What?

You don't trust me? I'm offended.

Mitzi said if I get my license, she'll give me

a chair and I can build up my clientele.

Mitzi will have to die

before you get a clientele.

She rolls around on a stool now, cutting

hair and doing color. It will not be long.

I can wait.

- That's getting embarrassing.

- Tuition, car payment.

Tuition, car payment.

"Who's the scrub on the bike?"

"Oh, that's Dr. Sinclair.

She clips coupons, too."

- Good night, Rachel.

- Good night, Eden.

Eden.

Eden, come on.

- What's going on?

- You broke up with me, Eric.

What are you talking about?

You broke up with me.

I said we should

get serious about me going away.

Yeah, to LSU, not Columbia.

The grants came through.

What was I meant to do?

How about telling me

you applied to Columbia in the first place?

I knew you'd get upset.

Oh, so you'd announce one day, "Oh, by

the way, I'm going to school in New York."

Not Baton Rouge like we'd planned. We

were gonna see each other on weekends.

There is nothing here for me.

I mean, you have your dad's business.

Be realistic.

I'm gonna have to move away.

Listen.

You can't be a doctor here?

I don't want this town.

Are you sure?

Or is it me you don't want?

Great.

Everything OK here?

Actually, Ray, we're kind of in the middle

of something, you know? Private.

- Is this boy giving you trouble?

- No.

No, Ray, it's OK.

We're just talking.

Bridge ain't nowhere to park a car, boy.

- Use some sense.

- Thanks, Ray.

- Jesus!

- Who is it?

- It's Cece's grandmother.

- See what you've done?

- You were on the wrong side of the road.

- Look where your car is!

Both of you just shut up. She just moved.

Miss Emmie, are you OK?

Eric, no!

Ray! Help us!

Get out of the way.

- I'll take hold of her and pass her off, OK?

- OK.

It's OK. I got you.

The suitcase.

The suitcase, please.

You must... Oh, please...

Please... you must...

- It's OK. It's OK.

- You must...

You must...

OK. It's OK.

It's gonna be OK.

It's gonna be OK.

- What are you doing?

- Give me a second.

- Come on, Ray. Get the hell out of the car.

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