[energetic folk music]
k
HE WAS OF GERMAN AND IRISH
BLOODS:
HIS NAME WAS LESTER BALLARD:
A CHILD OF GOD: MUCH LIKE
YOURSELF PERHAPS:
♪ ♪
ALL RIGHT, FOLKS: COME ON UP
AND GATHER AROUND HERE NOW:
JESSIE'S GONNA SIGN YOU UP FOR
SOME SILVER DOLLARS:
WE'RE GONNA HAVE A DRAWING HERE
IN A MINUTE:
GONNA HAVE A LITTLE MUSIC FOR
YOU.
WE'RE GONNA SELL THIS PLACE HERE
AFTER A WHILE:
YEAH: DOC, THE WAY WE'RE
GONNA SELL IT: WE'RE GONNA
DIVIDE IT UP INTO THREE PARCELS:
AND THEN WE'RE GONNA LUMP
IT ALL TOGETHER:
NOW, YOU KNOW THIS LAND GOES WAY
BACK UP ON THE MOUNTAIN THERE:
ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE CREEK
UP ON THE OTHER SIDE:
SOME TIMBER OVER THERE BEEN CUT
10, 15 YEARS AGO: BUT IT'S DONE
GROWN:
YOU KNOW, LAND: YOU CAN'T
GO WRONG BUYING LAND:
BACK IN DENVER: YOU LAY DOWN
IN BED AT NIGHT DIRECTLY ON THAT
PILLOW AND [indistinct].
I'M GONNA MAKE YOU MONEY.
LOOK AT THAT HOUSE:
LOOK AT THEM CHIMNEYS:
FIREPLACE IS IN THERE:
WHY, GOLLY: THAT'S A GREAT
HOUSE:
NOWADAYS: DOLLARS JUST DON'T
BUY ANYTHING:
[trails off indistinctly]
LOOK: MY BROTHER BOUGHT THAT
PLACE DOWN THE ROAD:
THEY SAID HE'S CRAZY.
PAID 19,500 FOR IT:
GAVE IT A WHILE: MADE $38,000 ON
IT.
NOW, THAT'S REAL MONEY.
ALL RIGHT, BOYS: IT'S TIME TO GO
TO SALE TIME HERE:
WHAT DO YOU SAY FOR IT?
HOW MANY DOLLARS YOU ABLE TO GO?
WHAT DO YOU SAY, FOR STARTERS:
A COUPLE OF THOUSAND CLAMS?
$2,000, GIVE ME 2:000.
2,000 WE GOT.
NOW 2:000.
WILL YOU GO 2:500?
$2,500.
[gun clicks]
3,000. NOW 4:000.
MOVE!
MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!
THIS IS NOT YOUR PROPERTY!
MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!
MOVE! MOVE!
YOU'RE ON MY PROPERTY!
YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE!
WHAT ARE YOU—
WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU?
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
I DONE TOLD YOU: I WANT YOU
TO GET YOUR GODDAMN ASS OFF OF
MY PROPERTY!
AND TAKE THESE FOOLS WITH YOU:
HEY, LESTER: WATCH YOUR
LANGUAGE:
THERE'S LADIES PRESENT.
I GIVE A FUCK WHO IS PRESENT:
OKAY?
THIS AIN'T YOUR PROPERTY.
THIS AIN'T YOUR PROPERTY!
[scoffs]
THIS AIN'T MY PROPERTY?
THE HELL IT AIN'T.
YEAH: YOU DONE BEEN LOCKED UP
OVER THIS ONCE ALREADY:
YOU WANNA GO AGAIN?
I DON'T GIVE A GOOD GODDAMN
IF I BEEN LOCKED UP OR NOT:
I WANT YOU SONS OF BITCHES OFF
MY GODDAMN PROPERTY:
THEY GONNA LOCK YOU UP AND
PUT YOU IN THAT RUBBER ROOM:
NOW, THIS IS NOT YOUR LAND:
[gun clicks]
FUCK: ALL RIGHT?
ALL RIGHT?
WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO:
LESTER: SHOOT ME?
GET OFF THE TRUCK!
I'VE BEEN COMMISSIONED TO
SELL THIS PIECE OF PROPERTY:
IT AIN'T YOURS NO MORE.
YOU KNOW THAT:
GET OFF THE TRUCK!
I AIN'T GETTING OFF NO TRUCK.
GET DOWN!
GET OFF THE TRUCK:
I'M GONNA SELL THIS LAND
TODAY:
OKAY. GET OFF:
GO AHEAD, SHOOT ME:
I'M NOT GOING.
UGH!
[crowd exclaims]
[crying]
AAH!
[groans]
[crying]
CALL THE SHERIFF:
GET THE SHERIFF OUT HERE AND
LET'S GET THIS MAN OUT OF HERE.
GET OVER THERE AND CALL THE
SHERIFF:
GOT POOR, OLD LESTER HERE:
WE'RE GONNA GET HIM SOME HELP.
WE'LL GET THIS SALE GOING HERE
IN A MINUTE, FOLKS:
YOU ALL JUST STAND THERE AND—
[crying, screaming]
THIS IS MY FATHER'S PROPERTY!
THIS IS NOT YOUR PROPERTY!
[Hop High My Lulu Gal]
♪ ♪
[groans]
♪ WHERE DID YOU GET THOSE ♪
♪ HIGH TOP SHOES ♪
♪ AND THE DRESS ♪
♪ THAT YOU WEAR SO FINE ♪
♪ I GOT THESE SHOES FROM ♪
♪ A RAILROADING MAN ♪
♪ AND THE DRESS IS FROM ♪
♪ A DRIVER IN THE MINE ♪
♪ HOP HIGH ♪
♪ HOP HIGH: MY LULU GIRL ♪
♪ HOP HIGH ♪
♪ HOP HIGH: MY LULU GIRL ♪
♪ ♪
[sighs]
[chuckles]
[wind whistling]
[grunts]
AH!
UGH, FUCK:
[grunts]
FUCK:
[grunts]
[groans]
[water splashing]
[clears throat]
[panting]
[wolves howling in distance]
DAMN:
DAMNED IF I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW
THEM:
FUCK:
HALLELUJAH:
[hisses]
AAH.
[indistinct mumbling]
[water rushing]
[grunts]
[insect buzzes]
I DON'T KNOW.
THEY SAY HE NEVER WAS RIGHT
AFTER HIS DADDY KILLED HISSELF:
THEY WAS JUST THE ONE BOY:
THE MOTHER HAD RUN OFF:
I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO OR WHO
WITH:
ME AND CECIL EDWARDS WAS THE
ONES WHO CUT HIM DOWN:
[dog barks]
HE COME IN THE STORE AND TOLD IT
LIKE HE'D TELL IT WAS RAINING
OUT.
WE WENT UP THERE AND WALKED IN
THE BARN: AND I SEEN HIS FEET
HANGING:
WE CUT HIM DOWN: LET HIM FALL ON
THE FLOOR: JUST LIKE CUTTING
DOWN MEAT:
HE STOOD THERE AND WATCHED:
NEVER SAID NOTHING:
HE WAS ABOUT NINE OR TEN YEARS
OLD AT THE TIME:
THE OLD MAN'S EYES WAS RUNNING
OUT ON STEMS LIKE A CRAWFISH:
AND HIS TONGUE BLACKER THAN A
CHOW DOG'S.
I WISHED IF A MAN WANT TO HANG
HISSELF: HE'D DO IT WITH POISON
OR SOMETHING SO FOLKS WOULDN'T
HAVE TO SEE SUCH A THING
AS THAT:
COME ON, GIRL:
COME ON:
HEY.
THAT'S WHAT I SAID.
THAT'S RIGHT.
[mumbles]
COME ON:
HEY, YEAH, YEAH:
YOU SUMBITCH:
I DON'T NEED A GOD DAMN DOG.
YOU GO HOME THEN:
DRINKERS GOING TO KIRBY'S
WOULD SEE HIM ON THE ROAD BY
NIGHT, SLOUCHED AND SOLITARY:
THE RIFLE HANGING IN HIS HAND AS
IF IT WERE A THING HE COULD NOT
GET SHUT OF:
MY PRESENCE AIN'T EVEN
KNOWN:
[mumbling indistinctly]
HE'D GROWN LEAN AND BITTER.
YEAH: WHAT YOU WANT?
DON'T SLOW DOWN NOW.
SOME SAY MAD:
Y'ALL SON OF A BITCH!
[chickens cluck]
[chickens clucking]
HEY.
[grunts]
AH.
AHH.
AH!
AAH! AH!
[chicken clucking]
[grunts]
OKAY, YOU GONNA BE MY FRIEND:
YOU GONNA BE MY FRIEND:
MY FRIEND:
[panting]
[chuckles]
WHERE YOU AT NOW: YOU BASTARD?
I'LL TELL YOU ANOTHER THING
HE DID ONE TIME:
HE HAD THIS OLD COW TO BALK ON
HIM.
COULDN'T GET HER TO DO NOTHING.
HE PUSHED AND PULLED AND BEAT
ON HER TILL SHE'D WORE HIM OUT.
WELL: HE WENT AND BORROWED
SQUIRE HELTON'S TRACTOR AND WENT
BACK OVER THERE AND THROWED A
ROPE OVER THE OLD COW'S HEAD AND
TOOK OFF ON THE TRACTOR AS HARD
AS HE COULD GO:
WHEN IT TOOK UP THE SLACK:
IT LIKED TO JERKED HER HEAD
PLUMB OFF:
BROKE HER NECK AND KILLED HER
WHERE SHE STOOD:
[chuckles]
ASK FLOYD IF HE DIDN'T.
[water bubbling]
[gunshot]
[whispering indistinctly]
WHAT IS ALL THIS?
[cows mooing]
[gunshot]
OH, SHIT:
[groans]
THE HELL DO YOU WANT:
YOU SON OF A BITCH?
WHERE YOUR CLOTHES AT?
WHAT THE HELL IS IT TO YOU?
YOU SON OF A BITCH:
UH-UH. UH-UH!
LOOK AT ME:
YOU BETTER PUT DOWN THAT ROCK:
YOU MAKE ME:
I SAID PUT IT DOWN:
[thud]
NO!
[screams]
AAH!
DON'T MOVE!
YOU START: I'LL BREAK YOUR
BACK!
YOU GET ON OUTTA HERE!
[screams]
[whimpers]
I KNOWED YOU'D DO ME THIS WAY.
YOU STINKING DRUNK BASTARD!
YOU GET ON OUTTA HERE!
I'LL GET YOU BACK!
YOU SUMBITCH!
I'LL KILL YOU!
I'LL STAB YOUR BONES, FUCKER
BASTARD!
[bell tolls]
[door closes]
MORNING, SHERIFF:
HEY, HOW ARE YOU?
MORNING, SHERIFF:
LET'S GO GET THE LITTLE
FUCKER:
ME AND BILL PARSONS WAS GONNA
GO BIRD HUNTING THIS MORNING:
BUT I DON'T RECKON WE WILL NOW.
BILL PARSONS: EH?
HE'S GOT SOME GOOD DOGS.
YEAH: HE'S ALWAYS GOT THE
BEST DOGS:
I REMEMBER A DOG HE HAD NAME OF
SUZIE:
HE SAID IT WAS A HELLACIOUS
BIRD DOG:
MM.
HE LET HER OUT OF THE TRUNK:
I LOOKED AT HER, SAID: "I DON'T
BELIEVE SUZIE'S FEELING TOO
GOOD."
HE LOOKS HER OVER: FEELS HER
NOSE AND ALL: SAYS SHE LOOKS
OKAY TO HIM:
I SAID: "UH-UH.
I JUST DON'T BELIEVE SHE'S
REAL WELL TODAY."
WE SET OUT: HUNTED ALL
AFTERNOON, KILLED ONE BIRD:
HMM.
STARTED WALKING BACK TO THE
CAR, AND BILL SAYS TO ME—
HE SAYS: "YOU KNOW, IT'S FUNNY
YOU SPOTTING HOW SUZIE WASN'T
FEELING TOO GOOD TODAY: HOW YOU
NOTICED IT RIGHT QUICK."
HMM.
I SAID: "SUZIE WAS SICK
TODAY."
HE SAYS: "I KNOW IT."
I SAID: "SUZIE WAS SICK
YESTERDAY:
SUZIE'S ALWAYS BEEN SICK.
SUZIE'LL ALWAYS BE SICK.
SUZIE IS A SICK DOG."
GOD... DAMN IT:
MY MOTHERFUCKERS:
WHAT THE HELL?
GOD DAMN:
[indistinct mumbling]
GOD DAMN:
[mumbles indistinctly]
LET'S GO.
WHERE TO?
THAT GAL UP AT THE
TURNAROUND, LESTER:
WHAT GAL?
THAT WAS FOUND UP YONDER: HAD
ON A NIGHTGOWN:
YEAH, I SEEN HER:
I AIN'T GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH
HER.
SHE SAYS YOU DID:
WELL: SHE'S A LYING SACK OF
GREEN SHIT:
GET YOUR ASS OFF THAT PORCH:
[spits]
[chuckling]
OKAY, YOU GOT IT ALL:
MAN OF LEISURE LIKE YOURSELF:
YOU OUGHTN'T TO MIND HELPING US
WORKERS UNSCRAMBLE A LITTLE
MISUNDERSTANDING:
FUCK:
THIS WAY, MISTER:
THIS WAY:
THEY'S A PATH IF YOU DIDN'T
KNOW IT:
[sighs]
NO, SIR.
[thumping]
NOT FOR TWO WEEKS:
WELL, OF COURSE I WILL:
[chuckles]
THAT WAS—[mutters]
I DONE ASK HIM:
UH-HUH.
I DON'T KNOW.
WHATEVER YOU SAY:
SHERIFF:
YEAH: I'LL CALL YOU BACK.
[laughs]
SHUT THE DOOR, COTTON:
THIS SON OF A BITCH?
SHIT:
WHERE THE HELL'D YOU FIND HIM
AT?
HE NOT THE ONE?
WELL: YES, HE'S THE ONE.
THE ONE!
IT'S THEM OTHER TWO SONS OF
BITCHES I WANT JAILED:
THIS SON OF A BITCH HERE, SHIT:
I AIN'T DONE—I AIN'T DONE
NOTHING:
I AIN'T DONE A DAMN THING.
YOU WANT TO MAKE CHARGES
AGAINST THIS MAN OR NOT?
HELL YES: I DO.
WHAT DO YOU WANT US TO CHARGE
HIM WITH?
RAPE!
FUCKING RAPE!
SHERIFF: I AIN'T DONE
NOTHING:
SALT AND BATTERY TOO: YOU
SON OF A BITCH:
SHERIFF: SHE AIN'T NOTHING
BUT A GODDAMN OLD WHORE:
FUCK!
HEY, HEY.
[grunts]
FUCK!
YOU SON OF A BITCH!
[mutters indistinctly]
YOU A GODDAMN LITTLE WHORE:
THAT'S ALL YOU IS!
SON OF A BITCH:
AAH!
I AIN'T AFRAID OF YOU.
ALL RIGHT: THAT'S ENOUGH.
LET ME AT HIM!
DIDN'T YOUR MAMA LEAVE YOU IN
THE RIVER: YOU FUCKING
PIECE OF SHIT?
GET YOUR GODDAMN RESTRAINTS!
SHUT UP!
[screams]
♪ FLYING HOME ♪
♪ I'M FLYING HOME ♪
MM.
♪ I'M FLYING HOME ♪
♪ FLYING HOME ♪
WHAT YOUR NAME?
JOHN:
NIGGER JOHN:
WHAT YOU IN FOR?
WHAT? WHAT YOU SAY?
I SAID: WHAT YOU IN FOR?
I CUT A MOTHERFUCKER'S HEAD
OFF WITH A POCKETKNIFE:
I WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE RAPED
THE OLD GIRL:
SHE NOTHING BUT A GODDAMN
WHORE ANYWAY:
WHITE PUSSY'S NOTHING BUT
TROUBLE:
[laughs]
I'LL REMEMBER THAT.
BUT I MEAN, YEAH, I GUESS IT IS:
I GUESS IT IS:
I AIN'T NEVER—I NEVER HEARD IT
PUT THAT WAY:
♪ FLYING HOME ♪
♪ FLY LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER ♪
♪ FLYING HOME ♪
♪ I'M FLYING HOME ♪
FLYING HOME: HUH?
I LIKE THAT SONG:
♪ FLYING HOME ♪
[doors clang]
ALL RIGHT, JOHN: WHY DON'T
YOU STAND UP AND FACE THAT WALL
RIGHT THERE?
FACE THAT WALL:
PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE BACK OF
YOUR HEAD: INTERLOCK YOUR
FINGERS:
[indistinct mumbling]
♪ FLYING HOME ♪
♪ FLYING LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER ♪
♪ I'M FLYING HOME ♪
YEAH: YOU'LL BE FLYING HOME
ALL RIGHT:
HOME TO YOUR MAKER:
♪ FLYING HOME ♪
HEY, JOHN:
JOHN:
♪ I'M FLYING HOME ♪
TAKE IT EASY, JOHN:
♪ FLYING HOME ♪
JOHN, YOU TAKE IT EASY:
♪ I'M FLYING HOME ♪
JOHN: YOU HEAR ME?
YEAH, I HEAR YOU:
♪ I'M FLYING HOME ♪
♪ FLYING HOME ♪
♪ I'M FLYING HOME ♪
LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER!
SO WHAT'S YOUR PLAN?
GO HOME:
WHAT THEN?
WHAT SORT OF MEANNESS HAVE YOU
GOT LAID OUT FOR NEXT?
I AIN'T GOT ANY LAID OUT.
YOU MIGHT COULD GIVE US A
CLUE, KEEP IT MORE FAIR:
LET'S SEE, FAILURE TO COMPLY
WITH A COURT ORDER: PUBLIC
DISTURBANCE: ASSAULT AND
BATTERY, PUBLIC DRUNK: RAPE—
I GUESS MURDER'S NEXT ON THE
LIST:
OR WHAT THINGS IS YOU DONE WE
AIN'T FOUND OUT YET?
I AIN'T DONE NOTHING.
YOU JUST GOT IT IN FOR ME:
YOU GET YOUR ASS ON HOME:
BALLARD:
THESE PEOPLE HERE IN TOWN WON'T
PUT UP WITH YOUR SHIT:
[chuckles]
I AIN'T ASKED NOTHING FROM
NOBODY IN THIS CHICKENSHIT TOWN:
YOU GET YOUR ASS ON HOME:
AIN'T A GODDAMN THING KEEPING
ME HERE EXCEPT YOU GOING ON AT
THE MOUTH:
[bells ringing]
HE HAD THAT RIFLE FROM WHEN
HE WAS ALMOST JUST A BOY:
HE WORKED FOR OLD MAN WHALEY
SETTING FENCE POSTS AT EIGHT
CENTS A POST TO BUY IT:
TOLD ME QUIT MIDMORNING RIGHT IN
THE MIDDLE OF THE FIELD THE DAY
HE GOT ENOUGH MONEY:
I DON'T REMEMBER WHAT HE GET FOR
IT, BUT I THINK IT COME TO OVER
700 POSTS:
I'LL SAY ONE THING, HE COULD BY
GOD SHOOT IT:
HIT ANYTHING HE COULD SEE:
I SEEN HIM SHOOT A SPIDER OUT OF
A WEB IN THE TOP OF BIG RED OAK
ONE TIME: AND WE WAS AS FAR FROM
THE TREE AS FROM HERE TO THE
ROAD YONDER:
[train whistle blows]
[upbeat folk music]
♪ ♪
[singing indistinctly]
STEP RIGHT UP, FOLKS:
STEP RIGHT UP:
TEST YOUR SKILL, WIN A PRIZE:
HOW ABOUT YOU: YOUNG MAN?
WHAT DO YOU HAVE?
ON THE CARD: SHOOT OUT THE
RED DOT IN THE MIDDLE:
YOU HAVE FIVE CHANCES IN WHICH
TO DO IT, AND YOU PICK ANY
CHOICE PRIZE IN THE HOUSE:
[chuckling] WOW.
ALL RIGHT:
[mutters]
AND, UH, THE ELBOW REST IS
PERMITTED:
OH, IS THAT RIGHT?
I DON'T NEED NO REST.
[gun clicks]
[popping sounds]
LET ME HAVE THAT THERE TIGER:
ALL OF THE RED MUST BE
REMOVED IN ORDER TO WIN:
YOU MEAN THAT THERE?
ALL THE RED MUST BE REMOVED:
[popping sounds]
WHY DON'T YOU GO AND HAND ME
THAT THERE TIGER?
MM-HMM. LOOKS RIGHT:
[chuckles]
THERE IT IS:
YOU HAVE A NICE DAY: SIR.
STEP RIGHT UP!
STEP RIGHT UP AND TEST YOUR
SKILL:
YOU STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU IS:
I AIN'T DONE FIRING YET.
[gun clicks]
[popping sound]
[folk music]
♪ ♪
LOOK AT ALL THOSE BEARS
HE WON.
[fireworks blasting]
♪ ♪
[wolves howling]
[blows air]
[wolves howling]
MIX IT IN A LITTLE BIT:
ALL RIGHT?
IT'S REAL SIMPLE.
A LITTLE BIT IN:
NOT TOO MUCH:
KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING?
THIS IS Y'ALL'S YOUR HOME.
[wind whistling]
I'M MAKING MORE FOOD FOR US ALL
TONIGHT:
WE'RE GONNA CELEBRATE.
BE OUR FIRST NIGHT TOGETHER
IN OUR NEW HOME:
YEAH: THAT'S WHAT IT IS.
THAT'S WHAT IT'S GONNA BE.
THE HELL?
[folk ballad playing on radio]
♪ ♪
[car creaking]
[moans] OH, BOBBY:
OH, BOBBY:
OH.
OH, BOBBY:
[panting]
OH, BOBBY:
♪ ♪
[panting]
OH, GOD.
[gasps]
OH, BOBBY:
[panting]
LET HIM COME. COME ON:
[mutters]
GAH.
OH, FUCK:
OH, SHIT:
MOTHERFUCKER:
YOU BETTER RUN: YOU SON OF A
BITCH!
OKAY:
[laughing]
[gun clicks]
[gunshot]
THERE WASN'T NONE OF 'EM ANY
ACCOUNT THAT I'D EVER HEARD OF.
I REMEMBER HIS GRANDDADDY:
NAME WAS LELAND:
HE WAS GETTING A WAR PENSION AS
AN OLD MAN:
DIED BACK IN THE LATE '20s,
WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN
IN THE UNION ARMY:
IT WAS A KNOWN FACT HE DIDN'T DO
NOTHING THE WHOLE WAR BUT SCOUT
THE BUSHES:
THEY COME LOOKING FOR HIM TWO OR
THREE TIMES:
HELL, HE NEVER DID GO TO WAR:
OLD MAN CAMERON TELLS THIS: AND
I DON'T KNOW WHAT CAUSE HE'D
HAVE TO LIE:
SAID THEY COME OUT THERE TO GET
LELAND BALLARD: AND WHILE THEY
WAS HUNTING HIM IN THE BARN AND
THE SMOKEHOUSE AND ALL: HE
SLIPPED DOWN OUT THE BUSHES TO
WHERE THEIR HORSES WAS AT: CUT
THE LEATHER OFF THE SERGEANT'S
SADDLE TO HALFSOLE HIS SHOES
WITH:
[grunts]
NO, I DON'T KNOW HOW HE GOT
THAT PENSION:
LIED TO 'EM, I RECKON.
SEVIER COUNTY PUT MORE MEN IN
THE UNION ARMY THAN IT HAD
REGISTERED VOTERS: BUT HE WASN'T
ONE OF THEM:
HE WAS JUST THE ONLY ONE WHO HAD
BRASS ENOUGH TO ASK FOR A
PENSION:
[laughs]
THAT'S RIGHT.
ALL RIGHT:
MWAH:
RIGHT NOW:
[indistinct mumbling]
[laughs]
[gags]
[laughs]
[eerie music]
♪ ♪
[indistinct mumbling]
[engine rumbling]
[tapping]
HEY.
[engine shuts off]
[clears throat]
[clanging]
[grunts]
[gasps]
[sniffs]
[grunts]
[sniffs]
[exhales]
GOD ALMIGHTY:
[sighs]
IT'S SMALL.
[grunts]
YOU KNOW I WANT TO COME:
THAT'S WHAT YOU LIKE, ISN'T IT?
[gun clatters]
AH.
[grunts]
GOD!
AH.
OH.
[engine turns]
[bird screeches]
[spits]
[motor rumbling]
[panting]
[grunting]
[groans]
[panting]
OKAY, OKAY:
OKAY:
[grunts]
[breathing heavily]
UGH.
[grunts]
[growls]
OKAY:
WE'RE ALMOST THERE.
[grunts]
IT'S A LITTLE TEMPORARY.
IT'S A NICE SPOT THOUGH.
[panting]
[groans]
[laughs]
[clears throat]
OKAY, ALMOST THERE:
OH!
[laughs]
WE MADE IT:
MAN...
[fire crackles]
[blows air]
[sighs]
[wind howling]
[grunts]
OKAY:
OKAY, THERE:
[water rushing]
[bird chirping]
THE HELL?
[talking indistinctly]
[growls] NO!
RUN!
GET OUT OF HERE!
MOVE!
THE HELL YOU DOING HERE?
WHAT'S YOUR GODDAMN PROBLEM?
GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE!
WE THOUGHT WE COULD HUNT
HERE:
YOU CAN GET ON AND HUNT THEN!
YOU DON'T HUNT IN NO GODDAMN
CAT.
COME ON, AARON:
YOU GET ON AND HUNT!
YOU LYING SACK OF GODDAMN SHIT
WHAT YOU IS:
I'M GONNA KEEP MY EYES ON YOU
TWO, TWO LITTLE MOTHERFUCKING
KIDS:
MY COUSIN'LL BE COMING FOR
YOU, YOU FUCKING LOON:
I'LL BE WAITING FOR YOUR
COUSIN AND YOU TWO LITTLE
MOTHERFUCKERS TOO:
YOU CAN—YOU—
[growls]
[grunts]
OKAY:
RIGHT:
OKAY: I GOT TO PUT YOU
SOMEWHERE ELSE:
COME HERE:
[grunts]
[panting]
OKAY:
[strains]
OKAY, OKAY:
[breathing heavily]
I'M SORRY.
I GOT TO MOVE YOU:
HALLELUJAH:
[groans]
[gasps]
[groans]
OKAY, OKAY: THAT'S OKAY.
OW!
[clattering]
[grunting]
[slow guitar music]
♪ ♪
HEY.
[laughs]
GOD DAMN:
[engine rumbling]
CAN I HELP YOU?
HOW MUCH IS THAT THERE RED
DRESS OUT FRONT?
MM... $5.98.
YES.
$5.98?
$5.98.
[exhales] OKAY, WELL: $5.98
THEN:
WHAT SIZE YOU NEED?
SIZE?
I DON'T KNOW WHAT SIZE SHE
TAKES:
OH.
WELL: HOW BIG IS SHE?
I DON'T BELIEVE SHE'S AS BIG
AS YOU.
[chuckles]
[giggles]
UM, YOU KNOW HOW MUCH SHE
WEIGHS?
I SAY... SHE WEIGH ABOUT
A HUNDRED POUND: I BET.
HMM.
MM-HMM.
WELL: THIS HERE'S—
OH, WOW.
THIS HERE'S A 7.
OKAY:
I THINK IT WOULD FIT HER:
OH, YEAH, OKAY:
UNLESS SHE'S JUST TEENSY.
[chuckles] ALL RIGHT:
MM-HMM.
WELL: SHE WANTED SOME STUFF
TO GO WITH IT:
MM-HMM.
WHAT ALL DOES SHE NEED?
SHE NEEDS SOME DRAWERS:
MM.
THAT WHAT SHE NEED:
WELL: THEY'S ALL—THEY'S ALL
THERE:
OH, THEY IN THERE?
MM-HMM.
OKAY:
[engine rumbling]
OKAY:
NO.
MM.
YOU AIN'T GOT THEM—YOU DON'T
HAVE ANY DRAWERS IN RED: HAVE
YOU?
HMM.
[chuckles]
[bells chime]
COLD ENOUGH FOR YOU?
OH, YEAH, YEAH:
YEAH:
RADIO SAYS IT'S GOING DOWN
TO 3 DEGREES TONIGHT:
THAT PRETTY COLD:
I'M JUST GONNA LEAVE IT HERE.
OH, I GOT MY BEANS... SAUSAGE:
THAT SHIT SMELL NO GOOD:
AND A HALF POUND:
[paper rustles]
WHAT ABOUT THAT BOY THEY
FOUND UP THERE IN THAT CAR
YESTERDAY EVENING?
WHAT ABOUT HIM?
DAMN SHAME:
$2.05.
[dog barks in distance]
[grunts] HERE WE GO:
[grunts]
[panting]
GODDAMN FROZEN BITCH:
NOW, YOU AND I HAVE A BIG DATE
TONIGHT:
[wind howling]
OKAY:
[shivering]
OH, MY GOD.
[laughs] OH.
[rhythmic knock on door]
HELLO:
HI.
IT'S MY PLEASURE.
[chuckles]
I SAY, I KNOW YOU WAITING:
SOMETHING KEPT ME:
OF COURSE I CERTAINLY KNOW:
IT'S CHILLY.
I MIGHT HAVE TO SAY: THAT'S THE
MOST BEAUTIFUL DRESS I'VE EVER
SEEN IN MY LIFE:
THANK YOU:
IT WOULD BE LOVELY TO SIT DOWN
WITH YOU:
I'M A LITTLE NERVOUS.
I HAVE A SMALL CONFESSION TO
MAKE TO YOU:
YES, I DO.
YOU MIGHT BE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL
WOMAN I EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE:
I'D BE VERY HONORED IF I COULD
HAVE ONE KISS:
[tender music]
♪ ♪
[kisses]
OH, YES, YES, I'M MAN ENOUGH.
I MEAN: OF COURSE I'M IN LOVE
WITH YOU THEN:
I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D COME OUT
THAT STRONG WITH IT:
[laughs] THAT'S ALL I'M SAYING.
[laughing] OH, MY GOD.
OH, GOD.
GOD DAMN:
[laughs] OH, MY GOD.
OH, MY GOD.
YOU MIGHT BE THE MOST AGGRESSIVE
GIRL I EVER MEET IN MY LIFE:
OKAY:
IF THAT'S THE WAY YOU WANT IT,
THEN THAT'S THE WAY IT'S GONNA
BE.
I AIN'T NERVOUS AT ALL, NO.
ALL RIGHT:
I'M GONNA HELP YOU, OKAY?
[grunts]
OKAY:
LET'S GO.
YOU—YOU TALK DIRTY, YOU KNOW:
YOU WANT NASTY THINGS DONE
TO YOU, HUH?
THAT'S THE WAY YOU ARE.
THAT'S THE WAY IT IS, HUH?
OH, OKAY:
I'M GONNA BE AN ENTIRE
GENTLEMAN:
IT'S OUR FIRST DATE.
IT'S OUR FIRST DATE, HUH?
OKAY:
YOU BEEN ASKING IT:
I KNOW IT IS:
I'M GONNA GET YOU NOW.
OH, GOD.
OH, MY GOD.
[moaning]
OH, MY, YOU BAD GIRL: HUH?
OH, MY.
UGH.
OH, I LOVE YOU:
I LOVE YOU:
OH, I LOVE YOU:
[panting]
I LOVE YOU:
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH:
I LOVE YOU:
[sniffs]
I LOVE YOU:
OH, GOD.
OH, MY GOD.
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH:
[grunts]
[wind howling]
GOD DAMN:
[clattering]
[fire crackles]
[panting]
[laughs]
[mutters]
[fire crackles]
[mumbling indistinctly]
[laughs] NO.
[wind whistling]
[coughs]
OH, SHIT!
AH, AH!
OH, GOD.
OH, MY GOD.
OH, SHIT!
OH!
[coughing]
[coughs]
AH!
OKAY, OKAY:
[clattering]
[coughing]
[groans]
OH, GOD!
I'M COMING.
I'M COMING!
[groans]
AH!
[coughs]
I'M COMING, I'M COMING.
COME ON:
[coughs]
[breathing heavily]
OH, GOD!
AH, AH, AH!
NO! NO!
[crying]
NO!
[coughing]
[groans]
[thud]
[coughs]
NO!
[sobbing]
OKAY:
[grunts]
[cows mooing]
THIS OUR NEW HOME:
I KNOW YOU DON'T LIKE IT.
NEITHER DO I, GOD DAMN IT:
THAT'S THE WAY IT IS.
[grunts]
[panting]
[cries]
[mumbling]
FUCKER:
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
AAH!
AAH! AAH!
AAH!
[continues screaming]
[folk music]
♪ ♪
HOWDY!
HEY!
WHAT YOU DOING?
I AIN'T DOING NOTHING.
YOU'RE BALLARD, AIN'T YE?
NO, I AIN'T HIM.
YOU AIN'T BALLARD?
LESTER BALLARD?
I TOLD YOU: I AIN'T HIM.
WELL: WHOEVER THE HELL YOU
ARE, THIS HERE'S PRIVATE
PROPERTY:
PRIVATE PROPERTY?
THAT'S RIGHT!
OKAY:
I'M SORRY.
I DIDN'T MEAN NOTHING.
MY GODDAMN PROPERTY!
YOU FUCKING PROBABLY AIN'T EVEN
SEEN:
GOD, I'LL PUT A FUCKING BULLET
IN YE.
YOU WANNA FUCK WITH ME?
GOD! YOUR PROPERTY!
GET OUT OF MY PROPERTY HERE!
IT'S NOT YOUR PROPERTY.
IT'S SOMEBODY ELSE'S PROPERTY.
IT'S SOMEBODY ELSE'S—
FUCK!
GOD DAMN!
GOD DAMN: YOU SEE HOW I DID!
[screaming indistinctly]
GET OFF MY PROPERTY!
GET OFF MY GODDAMN PROPERTY!
IT AIN'T YOUR GODDAMN PROPERTY!
THAT'S MY HOME!
[grunts]
[brakes squeak]
DROP THE RIFLE, BALLARD:
[groans]
[gun clicks]
BOY, YOU BETTER STICK IT IN
THE GROUND:
DO IT!
TURN AROUND:
COME ON OVER HERE:
NOW WHAT? GOD DAMN:
DAMN:
STOP:
NOW, YOU JUST STAND THERE A
MINUTE:
I LEAVE MY RIFLE BACK THERE:
SOMEONE GONNA FIND IT:
I'LL WORRY ABOUT YOUR GODDAMN
RIFLE:
I AIN'T DONE NOTHING WRONG.
HOW COME YOU SCOUTING AROUND
HERE IN THE WOODS?
WHAT—FOR NOBODY CAN FIND YOU?
BECAUSE I KNOW HOW THEY DO
IT.
THROW YOU IN JAIL:
HMM?
BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU:
DEPUTY: THIS MAN EVER BEEN
MISTREATED UP HERE?
NO, HE KNOWS BETTER THAN
THAT:
DEPUTY SAYS YOU CUSSED HIM:
MM.
DID YOU?
WHAT YOU LOOKING OVER THERE FOR?
I-I'M JUST LOOKING.
JUST LOOKING:
HE AIN'T GONNA TELL YOU WHAT
TO SAY.
WELL: HE MIGHT TELL ME WHAT
NOT TO:
IS IT TRUE YOU BURNT DOWN
MR. WALDROP'S HOUSE?
NO, I HAVEN'T.
YOU WAS LIVING IN IT WHEN IT
BURNED:
I WASN'T DONE IT.
I LEFT OUTTA THERE A LONG TIME
'FORE THAT HAPPENED.
LESTER: YOU EITHER GONNA HAVE
TO FIND SOME OTHER WAY TO LIVE
OR SOMEPLACE ELSE IN THE WORLD
TO DO IT IN.
[inhales, exhales]
WHERE WE GOING?
THAT'S FOR ME TO KNOW, AND
YOU'RE GONNA FIND OUT EXACTLY
WHERE WE'RE GOING.
THAT'S FOR SURE WE NEVER BEEN
THERE: DON'T GET MAD AT ME.
[mutters]
ALL RIGHT:
GOD DAMN: LET'S WORK.
[birds singing]
OKAY: THEN THAT'S IT.
[exhales]
ONE LAST CHANCE: OKAY?
I'M GONNA PUT IT DOWN FOR ONE
SECOND:
GOD DAMN IT: DON'T YOU LIE TO
ME.
YOU SHOULD'VE SAID THAT BACK
THEN:
OKAY?
[gun clicks]
THAT'S A FUCKING LIE.
[gunshot]
I KNOW WHAT YOU TWO BEEN
TALKING ON: CONSPIRING AGAINST
ME, BETRAYING ME AFTER WHAT I
DID FOR YOU:
DON'T YOU CRY.
[gunshots]
DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT,
OKAY?
YOU AIN'T MY FRIEND.
[sniffles]
[gunshots]
I CARRIED YOU:
I TALK TO YOU EVERY NIGHT: AND
YOU TWO STAND THERE: AND YOU
TALK TO YOURSELVES WITHOUT ME:
I COME BACK AND SOMETHING'S
DIFFERENT:
YOU'RE A FUCKING LIAR!
YOU AIN'T MY FRIEND.
[gunshot]
[exhales]
[multiple gunshots]
[gun clicks]
[gunshots]
[laughs maniacally]
OUT HERE:
[whispers] I HEAR EVERYTHING:
EVERYTHING YOU DOING—
FUCKING HEAR WHAT YOU DOING:
TALKING TO ME AND WHISPERING ON
ME, AND GODDAMN FUCKING
BETRAYING ME!
SUPPOSED TO BE FAMILY!
AND YOU GOIN' AND YOU'RE
LAUGHIN:
[gun clicks]
NOW IT'S YOUR TURN.
YEAH: I'M GONNA TEACH YOU
EXACTLY—
EXACTLY WHAT THEY TAUGHT ME:
[gunshots]
[gun clicks]
[bird screeches]
[gunshots]
[chuckles]
AH!
IT WAS RIGHT THERE:
AAH!
MOTHERFUCKER:
[gun clicks]
I GODDAMN WARNED YOU:
[eerie music]
♪ ♪
[motor rumbles]
[brakes squeak]
[door closes]
LET'S GO.
TOO BAD WE DIDN'T GET HERE A FEW
DAYS AGO BEFORE THE RAIN WASHED
ALL THE TRACKS AWAY:
CHECK THE GLOVE BOX:
THERE AIN'T NOTHING.
CHECK IN UP UNDER THEM SEATS:
I DONE CHECKED:
WELL, CHECK SOME MORE:
I FOUND SOMETHING:
WHAT'S THAT?
BOTTLE CAP:
ALL RIGHT: LET'S GET THIS
TURTLEDECK OPEN:
[sniffs]
IF YOU WAS DOWN HERE: WANTED TO
GET UP TO THE ROAD: WHICH YOU
WOULD IF YOU WAS HERE: HOW WOULD
YOU GO?
I'D JUST GO RIGHT THROUGH
THAT LITTLE GULLY RIGHT THERE:
SO WOULD I:
WHERE DO YOU RECKON THEY IS:
SHERIFF?
I DON'T KNOW.
HOW LONG DID YOU SAY HER OLD
LADY SAID THEY BEEN GONE?
SINCE LAST SUNDAY EVENING:
WELL: THEY MIGHT HAVE JUST
RUN OFF TOGETHER:
THEY WASN'T IN THE CAR.
OH, THEY WASN'T?
NOPE:
WELL: HOW'D IT GET DOWN HERE?
I BELIEVE SOMEBODY SHOVED IT
OFF DOWN IN HERE:
WELL, HELL: THEY MIGHT OF
JUST RUN OFF THROUGH THE WOODS
TOGETHER:
YOU OUGHTA SEE HOW MUCH HE OWED
ON THAT CAR AND SEE IF THAT'S
NOT HOW COME IT'S DOWN HERE AND
HE'S GONE.
I DONE HAVE:
IT'S PAID FOR.
WELL: WHERE DO YOU RECKON HE
GOT OFF TO?
I RECKON HE'S GOT TO THE SAME
PLACE THAT GAL'S GOT TO WAS
SUPPOSED TO BE WITH THAT BOY WE
FOUND UP HERE:
WELL: SHE'S SUPPOSED TO BE
GOING WITH THAT BLALOCK BOY WE
TALKED TO:
YEAH, WELL:
THESE YOUNGSTERS KEEP PRETTY
ACTIVE: SOME OF 'EM.
COME ON:
[birds chirping]
[owl hoots]
[water rushing]
[owl hoots]
[bird warbling]
[gun clicks]
[whispers] BANG:
[dog barks]
[laughs]
OH, SHIT:
LET'S SEE YOUR DRIVER'S
LICENSE:
YOU AIN'T THE LAW.
I'LL BE THE JUDGE OF THAT.
WHAT YOU WAS DOING UP HERE?
WELL: WE WAS JUST SITTING
HERE:
YOU WAS FIXING TO SCREW:
WASN'T YOU?
YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR MOUTH:
YOU WANNA MAKE ME?
PUT DOWN THAT RIFLE AND I
WILL:
ANY TIME YOU FEEL FROGGY:
JUMP:
AAH!
[engine turns]
AAH!
[gun clicks]
WATCH YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH!
NOW, I TOLD THE FOOL: DIDN'T I
TELL HIM?
HUH?
I DON'T KNOW WHY PEOPLE JUST
DON'T WANNA LISTEN.
OH, GOD.
YEAH: THAT'S RIGHT.
WHY DON'T YOU JUST COME ON OUT
THERE?
COME ON:
COME ON OUT OF THERE:
WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?
THAT'S FOR ME TO KNOW AND FOR
YOU TO FIND OUT:
GET ON OUT:
YEAH:
NOW, TURN AROUND:
WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?
JUST NEVER MIND:
TURN AROUND:
I GOTTA GO TO THE BATHROOM:
YOU AIN'T NEED TO WORRY ABOUT
THAT:
TURN AROUND:
[gunshot]
OH.
OKAY:
[groans]
OKAY:
AH.
[grunts]
OH.
OKAY:
THIS YOUR NEW HOME:
AH.
[panting]
THIS YOUR NEW HOME:
OH.
OKAY:
COME ON:
[panting]
IT'S OKAY.
OKAY:
WE ALMOST THERE:
OKAY:
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
THERE YOU GO:
♪ ♪
[mumbling indistinctly]
[gun clicks]
[gunshot]
[bullet clanging]
FUCK:
FUCK!
[roars]
[gun clicks]
[gunshot]
[gun clicks]
[growls]
[screams]
[gun clicks]
[screams]
[groaning]
[growling]
[screams]
[groans]
[screams]
[chickens clucking]
[groans] OH.
[gasps]
[screams]
[crying]
OH, FUCK:
[birds chirping]
[dogs barking in distance]
[exhales]
SHERIFF:
WHERE'S THEM BODIES, BALLARD?
I DON'T KNOW NOTHING ABOUT NO
BODIES:
YES, YOU DO:
HOW MANY OTHER PEOPLE YOU KILL?
I AIN'T KILLED NONE OF THEM.
BULLSHIT:
YOU KILLED THAT LANE GIRL: AND
YOU KILLED ALL THEM FOLKS IN
THEM PARKED CARS UP ON FROG
MOUNTAIN:
[sighs]
I NEVER DONE IT:
[muffled conversation]
[door opens]
GET UP, BALLARD:
I AIN'T ALLOWED UP.
GET UP:
GET THOSE SHEETS OFF:
NOW GET UP:
[groans]
STAND UP, LESTER:
UGH.
WHERE WE GOING?
WE'RE GOING TO YOUR FUNERAL,
MOTHERFUCKER:
SHH, QUIET:
MY—
IS THAT THE ONLY THING YOU
GOT TO WEAR?
I DON'T KNOW.
PUT THESE ON:
HERE:
HELP HIM:
HE AIN'T GOT BUT ONE ARM.
[grunts]
HOLD ON TO HIM:
[coughs]
STEP INTO THAT, LESTER:
WE BEST GET GOING IF WE GONNA
GO.
EARL'S LIKELY GONE TO GET THE
SHERIFF:
[mumbling]
WATCH HIM:
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR HELPING
ME LIKE THAT:
ALL RIGHT: LET'S GO.
COME ON, LESTER:
JUST WALK:
OKAY, GENTLEMEN:
BE QUIET:
Y'ALL GONNA BE MY NEW
FRIENDS:
MOVE IT: BALLARD!
SHH, QUIET:
LET'S GO, COME ON.
[mumbles]
[creepy music]
♪ ♪
[engine turns off]
[car door opens]
COME ON, BALLARD:
YOU RECKON WE OUGHTA
TIE HIS HAND?
TIE HIS ARM TO HIS LEG LIKE A
MULE:
NO, TAKE HIM, MIKE:
BRING HIM OVER:
ALL RIGHT, BALLARD: WE'RE
GONNA LET YOU MAKE THIS EASY ON
YOURSELF:
YOU TELL US WHERE YOU PUT THEM
BODIES SO WE CAN GIVE THEM A
PROPER BURIAL: AND WE'LL PUT YOU
BACK IN THE HOSPITAL: LET YOU
TAKE YOUR CHANCES WITH THE LAW:
YOU GOT IT ALL:
WHERE'S THEM BODIES AT,
BALLARD?
I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT NO
BODIES:
YOU SON OF A BITCH:
IS THAT YOUR FINAL SAY?
IT IS.
YOU GOT THAT ROPE: FRED?
SURE DO:
YOU SORRY SACK OF SHIT:
YOU HAVE TO TIE THAT ARM:
ASK HIM ABOUT THAT, ERNEST:
YEAH, ERNEST:
WHAT YOU WANT WITH THEM DEAD
LADIES: HUH?
WAS YOU FUCKING 'EM?
YOU KNOW HE WAS:
GO ON, TAKE HIM DOWN, MIKE:
MAKE SURE HE AIN'T DRUGGED.
I WANT HIM TO KNOW WHAT'S
HAPPENING TO HIM:
HE'S ALERT ENOUGH.
OKAY:
I'MA TELL YOU.
I'LL TELL YOU RIGHT, THEN.
WHAT'S THAT?
I'LL TELL YOU, GOD DAMN IT.
TELL US WHAT?
I'M GONNA TELL YOU WHERE THEY
AT, THEM BODIES:
YOU SAID IF I TOLD YOU: YOU WERE
GONNA TURN ME LOOSE:
WHERE THEY AT?
THEY'S IN CAVES.
CAVES?
MM-HMM.
I PUT 'EM IN CAVES.
CAN YOU LEAD US TO 'EM?
OH, YEAH: I KNOW WHERE THEY
AT.
[eerie music]
♪ ♪
RIGHT THIS WAY, GENTLEMEN:
IT AIN'T NOT MUCH FURTHER.
A LITTLE WAY:
NOW WATCH YOUR STEP:
IT'S KIND OF STEEP RIGHT HERE.
MOST THEIR CLOTHES IS OFF:
THEIR CLOTHES IS OFF:
MOVE IT, BALLARD:
OKAY:
COME ON: BOY.
I'M MOVING.
GOD DAMN: YOU EVER SEE
ANYTHING TO BEAT THIS?
I USED TO RUN AROUND IN THESE
OLD CAVES WHEN I WAS A BOY:
YEAH, SO DID I:
I NEVER KNOWED ABOUT THIS ONE:
OKAY:
IT'S RIGHT THIS WAY.
HURRY IT UP, BALLARD:
OKAY, RIGHT THIS WAY:
EVERYBODY:
EVERYBODY JUST WATCH YOUR STEP:
THIS IS A NASTY PATH:
OH, IT'S REAL STEEP.
MOVE IT: BOY.
IT IS A LITTLE BIT UP HERE:
WATCH HIM:
OH, IT'S RIGHT THIS WAY.
IT'S RIGHT THIS WAY.
HEY, HOLD ON:
HEY!
BALLARD!
GET ON UP IN THERE, TOMMY:
I'M GOING.
GET AFTER HIM:
IS HE THERE?
OH, SHIT!
WHAT?
BALLARD! BALLARD!
WHERE IS HE?
THAT LITTLE SON OF A BITCH!
HE'S FUCKING GONE.
GO GET UP THERE THEN!
GO!
I CAN'T GET THROUGH THE HOLE!
OH, SHIT!
WHO'S THE SMALLEST?
FRED, I RECKON:
FRED, GET ON UP IN THERE:
COME ON, COME ON, COME ON:
GO, GO.
CAN YOU SEE HIM?
CAN YOU SEE HIS LIGHT?
CAN'T SEE NOT A GODDAMN
THING!
SOMEBODY GO GET JIMMY:
HE CAN GET UP IN THERE:
JIMMY!
BALLARD!
[clears throat]
BALLARD!
[muffled screaming]
OKAY: