("Alfred Hitchcock" theme music)
- Good evening.
If you see three young men with electric guitars,
please send them back.
They seem to have wandered off.
They can't be far, however,
for they are still plugged in,
all evident to the contrary.
I'm convinced that music had charms
to soothe the savage breast.
For example, this set of drums
was made by a tribe of Aborigines,
a people completely uncivilized,
yet they built every one
of these lovely instruments out of human skin.
Of course when it came to drum sticks
they were rather unoriginal.
They made these out of plastic,
which we supply them at a modest profit.
Unfortunately we keep running out of salesmen.
This evening's program is not completely musical.
We also bring you a play.
It concerns violence and revenge
in a small mountain town.
The time, one minute from now.
(dramatic music)
(upbeat music)
- Now you drive carefully, Stoney.
- All right, all right.
You ain't got no right, Fred.
- I got all the right in the world,
this is my place.
Now I won't allow you to
talk out to Riley McGrath like that in my place.
Now you go on home, Stoney.
Go on.
(laughing)
(upbeat music)
- Yeah, Fred, what is it?
- I'm awful sorry about that disturbance, Mr. McGrath
- Ah, forget it.
Oh, you got some good pickled pigs feet?
- Yes sir, fresh jar.
- Fine, fine, fine.
Hey, hey,
bring us a couple more beers.
- Yes sir, two beers coming up.
(upbeat music)
(laughing)
- Let's go man.
- Don't touch me, boy.
- Oh let him have his say.
- This is a free country, Mr. McGrath,
wouldn't you say so?
That it's a free country?
- Yeah.
- And nobody's gonna stop me
from saying what I'm gonna say to you.
- Get on with it.
- You may be fooling everybody around here,
but you ain't fooling me.
I'm not going to sell.
I've worked too hard paying for my hundred acres,
and no law of yours is forcing me to sell.
- Get him out of here.
- Get away from me.
- Come on, Stoney, get out of here.
- You're a crook.
(bottle smashing)
- You get out of here now.
- I ain't afraid of you, Mr. McGrath,
not like everybody else in this state.
You're a liar.
(gunshot)
(upbeat music)
- He's dead.
- Fred, call 634, get Sheriff Reynold here right away.
If his wife answers, find out where he is.
Tell her who you're calling for.
- Yes sir.
- Let's go.
(upbeat music)
- 21.
22.
- It's my turn.
- I didn't miss.
- You ain't never gonna miss.
I want a turn before I have to go to sleep.
- Okay here.
That don't count. (laughing)
I wasn't ready.
- Okay, that don't count.
- Don't eat up all daddy's cornbread,
that's his supper.
- There's still two pieces left.
(dog barking)
- There he is now.
- No, it ain't him.
Ain't the old truck.
Old truck makes more noise than that.
- You Stoney Lichen's boy?
- Yeah.
What's the matter?
Where's my daddy?
- Both of you his boys?
You boys better come with me.
There's been an accident.
- Go on, Fred.
Mr. McGrath shot him, sure,
but old Stoney was acting like a wild man.
- Mr. McGrath said he had a couple
of beer bottles in his hands,
was coming after him with these bottles.
Is that right?
- Yes, sir.
- You say it was self defense?
- Well he was coming at him with his bottles
and he was drunk, yes, sir.
- My daddy didn't have no gun on him.
If he had had a gun on him
and had pointing it at him,
then that would be a different thing,
but it ain't self defense to me
when a man with a gun shoots down a man that ain't got none.
- Well it seemed to me like self defense.
- What was Riley McGrath doing here in the first place?
- Well hew as just stopping by
on his way back from
an important political rally in Charleston.
- Why didn't McGrath stay then?
- There was no real need for him to stay here.
I went right to his home,
I questioned him there,
got all the information I need.
He was tired, upset, taking handfuls of heart pills.
I told him to go to bed, get a good night sleep.
You two boys do the same.
- That all you gonna do?
- Well son there's seven people here all seen it,
they all tell the same story,
all willing to swear it self defense.
- Come on, Verge.
- Here's the key to his truck.
His stuff is in his pocket.
Well here, here, take it.
- Had a good day,
sold about half of 'em.
- Look at all the money, Verge.
- Good prize too today, about $10.
(Wilford crying)
Now don't you cry, Wilford.
You hear me, don't you cry on me.
(Wilford crying)
(glass breaking)
- Hey Sheriff help!
Hey sheriff!
(glass breaking)
- Hey, hey that's enough.
You cut that out Liken.
(chickens clucking)
- Turkey'll be ready by the time anybody gets here.
Can't have folks sitting up all night and not feed them.
- I don't know nobody what'll come.
We never see nobody.
- Stoney never was social.
It's wrong to grow up without making friends.
You boys never having friends,
when you die there's nobody to sit up with you.
- I don't think he'd care.
- Look at this table,
how did this table get this way?
- (laughing) Them's mumbly peg holes.
Me and Verge and daddy play mumbly peg on the table.
- Your mama had this table
brought all the way from Charleston,
cost her nearly $50.
(dog barking)
- That's the law.
(chickens clucking)
- Liken, you'd be very smart just to forget all about this.
Just stay here, pick your peaches.
Nothing you can do.
- Verge.
Aunt Ida Mae and Aunt Mary Jane are here.
They cooked up lots of food.
- I'll be right there Wilford.
Put some water on the stove, huh?
I'm gonna need a bath, county jail's mighty dirty.
You got fleas in your jail sheriff.
Fleas and trained rats.
- Well I wouldn't do anything to have to spend
anymore nights in there.
You had the comfortable cell.
(chickens clucking)
- And the Lord speak unto Moses,
saying "Command the children of Israel,
"that they bring unto thy pure olive oil
"beaten for the light, to cause the lamps
"to burn continually.
"Without the veil of the testimony
"and the tabernacle of the congregation,
"shall Aaron order it from the evening
"unto the morning before the Lord continually.
"It shall be a statute forever in your generations."
- Verge.
Might as well go to bed.
- I'll go to bed tomorrow night,
after he's out of the house
and in the ground for good.
You go on and go to sleep.
- No, I ain't gonna leave you sitting up alone.
- Aunt Ida Mae and Aunt Mary Jane are here.
- They don't count.
- It wasn't self defense, Wilford.
Daddy may have come at him,
but he wasn't gonna hurt him none.
- No.
- He shot daddy just like you'd shoot a quail.
- He said he was drunk, Verge.
- That don't make no difference.
Daddy's dead.
- I know, ain't nothing we can do about it.
- Yes, yes there is something.
- Can't bring him back to life.
Can't make him be out in the orchard in the morning
before the sun comes up,
calling us to come help.
- No.
Can't do nothing about that.
- That's what I said.
- But there is something,
something to do.
- Don't say that, Verge.
There's nothing.
Like mama, all gone.
- I'm fixing to do it, Wilford.
It's all I been thinking about
ever since I saw daddy dead on that sawdust floor.
- What are you talking about?
- And he that killith any man shall surely be put to death
and he that killith a beast shall make it good.
Beast for beast.
And if a man cause a blemish in his neighbor,
as he hath done, so shall it be done to him.
Breach for breach, eye for eye, tooth for tooth.
Chapter 24, verses 17 through 20.
- I don't know for sure what you're saying, Verge.
- Saying I'm going to kill Riley McGrath.
- Verge.
- Shh.
(suspenseful music)
Now I done set my mind to it,
ain't nothing gonna stop me.
- Morning Mr. McGrath.
(suspenseful music)
(chickens clucking)
(dog barking) (chickens clucking)
- Where you been, Verge?
Verge, I've been waiting for you.
You been out possum hunting?
Verge, I'm talking to you.
I'm scared here all alone at night, Verge,
you know that.
This is the third night this week you've been gone all night
and I don't like it.
I had to get up and sit out on the porch
till the sun come up.
- Know where Riley McGrath is right now?
Sitting up in his office,
opening up his morning mail,
and drinking coffee.
Well about 10:00 he's gonna go downstairs
to the Sigafoose Babershop,
get a shave and a shine.
That's the expensive barbershop I showed you
on South side of the square.
Hair cuts cost $1.25.
Now, Wilford, Riley McGrath has his hair cut once a week,
whether he needs it or not.
Then back up to his office to do more dirty work.
About 12:15 he'll go downstairs,
get out, get something to eat.
He ain't got no favorite place to have dinner,
but every Monday, Wednesday and Friday
he has supper over to Stonewall Jackson Hotel.
You should see that hotel, Wilford.
He's got these big glass lights,
about the size of our trucks,
hanging all over the place from the ceiling.
They just sparkling and glowing like icicles.
Every Tuesday night he goes and visits
a lady friend over by the railroad station.
Saturday nights he goes
and plays poker over at the common judges.
And every other Thursday he goes
and sees a Dr. Sanders.
He's got a bad heart, Wilford.
- How come you know so much about him, Verge?
- I made it my business,
that's what I've been doing for the past month,
following him around,
ever since the morning after the funeral.
Oh he ain't seen me.
Don't know nothing about it,
but I wanted to know where he was
every minute of every day.
I almost shot him this morning.
Almost shot him down,
just like you'd shoot down an old quail.
Then I got to thinking it ain't enough.
- Verge, you're talking like a loon.
- I want him to know my name when I kill him, Wilford.
I'll figure out a way.
- You're just gonna get your own self killed.
Verge, you're all the family I got.
- I'm gonna go to bed now, Wilford.
- It ain't dark, Verge.
- I'm too tired to care what time of day it is.
Wake me for dinner, will ya?
- We're having (mumbles).
(melancholy music)
- Hey boy.
You looking for somebody?
- Yes sir, I'm looking for Mr. Riley McGrath.
- Well he ain't in his office,
he's next door having a hair cut.
- Thank you, sir.
Thank you very much.
Thank you, sir.
(laughing)
- There you are, Mr. McGrath.
- Hey you're 5/8ths Indian Sigafoose.
- You want a scalping, sonny?
- No, sir I want to talk to Mr. McGrath
if he'll talk to me.
- Oh I'm sure he'll talk to you son.
A man like Mr. McGrath never gets too imporrtant
so he can't talk to fellas on the street.
Isn't that right, Riley?
- You know this boy Sigafoose?
- Never seen him before in my life that I remember.
- You from around here son?
- Yes, sir, out North Road.
- How come I don't recollect seeing you
around town before?
- Me and my brother, we hardly ever get in.
- Yeah, well what is it?
Well come on, speak up, what is it?
- Can I talk to you?
- (laughing) I don't know, can you?
You're the one that's finding it hard to do.
What is it?
- And five, 10 and 10 is 20.
Thank you mighty McGrath.
- Here buy your squaw some wampum beads.
- You're too kind great white father. (laughing)
- My daddy was Stoney Likens.
- Is that so?
- Uh-huh.
- Well come on up to my office,
I have an appointment in 15 minutes with Judge Bean,
but I can give you a minute or so.
- I sure appreciate it.
- Come along.
Now boy this matter was settled
in the last term of Judge Bean's court
a week and a half ago.
Your father attacked me son,
I shot him in self defense,
and nobody regrets that more than I do.
- I just don't want nothing to happen to my brother, Verge.
- Nothing's gonna happen to your brother.
- Something might.
Verge claims he's fixing to kill you, Mr. McGrath.
It's all he's been talking about for two weeks now.
- That's a foolish thing to talk about.
How come you're telling me about it?
- I thought if maybe you were to send for Verge
and talk to him yourself,
you know explain how it was self defense it might help.
Stubborn as he can be when he sets his mind to something,
but he ain't dumb.
He's all the family I got left
except daddy's sisters,
and they live way out past Pine High Valley.
- Where did you say you live?
- Beyond North Road, about 20 miles out,
toward Appalachian Way.
- Not too fast now.
Beyond North Road.
- About 20 miles out.
Turn off Appalachian Way.
- Appalachian.
- Way.
- Nothing's going to happen to your brother, son,
as long as he behaves himself.
However, I know how it is to lose your daddy.
I lost my daddy two years ago.
I lost my mama eight months ago.
High blood pressure.
- Oh I'm sorry.
- Yeah the heart is a delicate thing.
I know.
I know that death in the family brings with it
certain unexpected expenses.
- Verge says we gotta plant some cotton
to pay for daddy's coffin.
- Now I'm gonna do something for you boy.
Something that I'm not obliged to do.
Something I'm gonna do out
of the goodness of my heart.
something to spread a little oil
on these obviously troubled waters.
Take it son.
Take it and go with my blessing.
- Thank you.
And he was real nice and he,
Verge he took me up in his office then
and I talked to him a little bit,
and he told me about how his mama
just died of a heart attack.
And I told him--
- I know what you told him.
- Verge, I had to.
What would happen to me
if you don something silly
and they took you away
and sent you down in the electric chair?
- That was a fool thing to do.
- Don't be made at me, Verge.
Look at what Mr. McGrath give me.
Told me it was to spread oil on troubled waters.
There's five 100 dollar bills there.
Five, Verge, I counted them.
- $500.
Well this makes things a side easier.
- Huh?
- Saves a lot of fuss I reckon.
I hope you thanked Mr. McGrath for the money, Wilford.
- I don't know whether I did or not.
- Well I hope you did.
You weren't born in a barn you know,
mama did teach you some manners.
But now I know exactly what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna write Aunt Idea Mae
and Aunt Mary Jane a note
and ask them to come back here
and take care of you while I'm gone.
- What do you mean?
Where you going?
- I'm going to Charleston.
- To Charleston?
- Mm-hmm.
- Well what are you going to Charleston for?
- Well I got me some money, gonna go to shool.
- What kind of school?
- The kind of school that's gonna teach me
how to kill Mr. Riley McGrath the way I want.
- They got a killing school in Charleston?
- Real slow
so he has to look at my face for a long time
and he knows it's coming.
Well now you promise me, Wilford,
if Mr. Riley McGrath comes looking for you or me
you tell him I took that money
and I went to Charleston,
but you don't know what I'm doing there.
You hear me, Wilford?
You don't know what I'm doing there.
Cross your heart and hope to die.
- Cross my heart and hope to die.
You're gonna leave right now?
- Well the sooner I leave the sooner I'll be back.
Now don't you cry on me.
- Will you send me some picture post cards?
- I'll send you some picture post cards.
Bye.
- Bye.
(melancholy music)
- We have not come to the end of our play.
There is much more,
but we thought it wise to stop here
in order to ease tensions
and break station.
(melancholy music)
(door slamming)
(suspenseful music)
- Just a minute lady.
I'll take it.
(knocking on door)
- Who's that for?
- It's for you, Mr. McGrath.
- Me?
Verge Likens.
Get the car.
- Yoo hoo, Wilford, mail came.
Yoo hoo.
Wilford.
Another card come for you, Wilford.
- From Verge?
- Just like all the others.
- He write anything on it this time?
- Not a word.
- Well he don't have to write nothing on them,
just as long as he keeps sending them to me.
- Seems to me like an awful waste
of money unless you fill it up with words.
- Look at these pokeweeds I found under the hill.
We can have poke salad for supper,
salt meat and cornbread.
- Sounds mighty good.
- Ida Mae looky here,
how good Wilford wiped out all those knife holes
out of the table.
I swear a man in the house without women,
you just never know.
You better get the greens on.
- That makes six.
One a month for six months.
Six months Verge been gone.
Seems about like six years to me.
- You miss your brother, don't you?
Who could that be?
- Maybe it's Verge.
- Likens family live here?
- I reckon we do.
- You Verge Liken?
- No, Verge ain't here.
You his brother?
- His brother, Wilford.
- Mr. McGrath wants to talk to you, Wilford,
sent me out here to fetch you.
- You don't have to go nowhere, Wilford.
- It's all right.
I talked to Mr. McGrath before.
I get to ride in that big car out there?
- Sure.
- Be right back.
- There you are.
Let's go, Mr. McGrath's waiting.
- I wanna ride in the backseat.
- Sure.
Get in.
(doors closing)
- Oh.
- That don't mean us.
- Oh.
- You know anything about that?
It's from your brother.
Where is he?
- He's in Charleston.
I got a card from him this morning.
- What's his address in Charleston.
- He never put one on any of the cards.
Not been able to ever write to him.
- How long has he been in Charleston?
- The day you talked to me,
I came home, give him the money,
and he felt right then.
- What's he doing in Charleston?
Speak up.
- I don't know.
- What do you think your brother's doing in Charleston?
- I hadn't thought about it.
- You wouldn't keep anything from me, would you?
I wouldn't like that if you would.
You have no idea what your brother's doing down there?
- No, sir.
- I believe you boy.
You're a smart boy.
Fine, fine.
There ain't no reason for you
to keep a secret from me is there?
- Huh?
- I said there's no reason for you
to keep a secret from me, is there?
Dede, see that Mr. Likens is taken care of.
Drive him home.
- You sure got a wonderful car.
I never knew they put air conditioning in cars.
- Give me another beer.
- Yes, sir.
- Get rid of that thing.
(bottles breaking)
- Yes, sir.
- Wait a minute.
- Yeah.
- Can you turn on the air conditioning?
- Sure thing.
- Did you forget something?
- That's just what I was gonna ask you.
Where's your brother?
- Charleston.
- I know he's in Charleston, what's he doing there?
- I don't know.
Ah, ah, no, no.
No, no, ow.
- Now where's your brother?
- Like I told you I don't know.
You can beat on me till the sun goes down,
I told you everything I know.
(horn beeping)
- Good morning boys,
gonna be a great day, huh?
- Morning Mr. McGrath.
- Sharpen your tomahawk Sigafoose
I'm in a big hurry.
- Got another 10 minutes to go on Marsh here.
- Well I have to be at the boys club
in half an hour.
I'm making a speech on the flora and the fauna
of this great state of ours.
Think I can trust young Mack here
to give me a good close shave?
- Mack's on vacation,
left yesterday afternoon for California.
But it's okay, Mr. McGrath,
I hired a replacement for a couple weeks,
tried him out myself this morning.
I guarantee you Riley
he'll give you a fine, fine shave.
(suspenseful music)
- Sigafoose, how are Mary and the kids?
- Mean as ever, all of 'em.
There you go Marsh,
you can see your ears now.
- What you looking for son?
- I'm fresh out of towels, Mr. Sigafoose.
- There's tons of towels out back.
I'll go get 'em for you,
you just tend to Mr. McGrath,
and see he gets to the boys club on time.
- Mr. Sigafoose, we're gonna need some bay rum
up here too.
- [Mr. Sigafoose] I heard you.
- What's your name, boy?
- Jones,
Odell Jones.
- I want a very close shave now.
- Well Riley, I hope you appreciate
the quality of lather he's whipped up for you.
- Fine, fine.
- You know, I could have sworn I had an extra bottle
of bay rum in there.
Well I'll run up to the drug store and get some.
- Mr. Sigafoose.
Mr. Sigafoose.
We're gonna need a big bottle of witch hazel.
- I hear ya.
- I just wanted to save him from making two trips.
- You didn't cut off my side burn did you?
- No, sir.
- Make sure you don't.
- Yes, sir.
- You related to the Jones that's got the fishing pier
on the big sandy?
- No.
- You sure look familiar.
- Well now Mr. McGrath I wanted meet you for quite a spell.
Seen you once in a parade.
I've been told me some folks I look like my daddy.
But he didn't wanna take the blame,
said I look like my mama.
- Is your daddy the Jones that got the hardware store
up Baltimore Street?
- Well no, sir, Mr. McGrath,
my daddy's dead.
He didn't have no fishing pier
or hardware store.
All he ever had was a little piece of land.
100 acres in the bottom.
Real poor.
Had to work real hard for that land.
Trying to put a road through there.
My daddy wouldn't sell.
Who'd thought one
of those hot summer days out there
picking peaches, all that peace fuzz
itching all over your arms,
all that fuzz gets up your nose.
Who'd ever thought that one of his boys
one day would be able to go into Charleston
and learn a real fancy trade like barbering.
Never had a store bought hair cut his whole life.
He would have been proud.
In fact he only got to Charleston once in his life,
before he married my ma.
- Charleston?
- Mm-hmm.
- You've been in Charleston?
- Best barber college around.
I was right lucky, get hired like this,
first job I applied for right out of school.
- You're not Odell Jones,
that's not your name.
- Hold on, Mr. McGrath,
you're gonna have to sit still Mr. McGrath,
you know you jerk around like that I might cut you.
Now that I got me a trade
I'm figuring on saving my money up,
sending my brother, Wilford,
to the big city.
Open up a barber shop of our own.
- Ah.
- Oh, Mr. McGrath, please sit still,
I might slip and cut you
right through to the gullet.
Oh and, now Mr. McGrath remember your heart.
Remember your heart.
- Open the door!
- Now I wouldn't say nothing if I were you.
I'd just, I wouldn't cry out or nothing like that.
Just sit real still.
(knocking on door)
- What's happening in there?
- Brought this razor with me
all the way from Charleston.
It's a hand owned Sheffield.
Now I spent the whole night sharpening this blade,
Mr. McGrath, just thinking about this moment.
I hope my brother thanked you for the money, Mr. McGrath.
Your generosity springing out of your gills
has made this all possible.
Now hold very still Mr. McGrath,
very still, 'cause my name Mr. McGrath
is Verge Likens.
Verge Likens.
Verge Liken, Mr. McGrath.
Verge Likens.
Now this here is the scary part, Mr. McGrath,
because that old jugular vein
is right about there.
(screaming)
- When I came back he had this door locked.
(crowd chattering)
(knocking on door)
- Open the door.
Likens boy.
(crowd chattering) (knocking on door)
(crowd chattering)
("阿尔弗雷德·希区柯克" 主题音乐)
- 晚上好。
如果你们看到三个拿着电吉他的年轻人，
请把他们送回来。
他们似乎走失了。
不过，他们应该没走远，
因为他们还插着电，
尽管表面证据相反。
我深信音乐有着
抚慰狂野胸膛的魅力。
比如说，这套鼓
是由一个土著部落制作的，
一个完全未开化的民族，
然而他们制造的每一件
这些精美乐器都是用人皮做的。
当然，说到鼓槌，
他们就相当缺乏创意了。
他们用塑料制作这些，
这是我们以微薄利润供应给他们的。
不幸的是，我们的销售员总是不够用。
今晚的节目并非完全是音乐性的。
我们还为您带来一出戏。
它讲述的是在一个小山镇里
发生的暴力和复仇。
时间，一分钟后开始。
(紧张音乐)
(欢快音乐)
- 开车小心点，斯托尼。
- 好的，好的。
你没有权利这样做，弗雷德。
- 我有这个世界上所有的权利，
这是我的地盘。
我不允许你
在我的地盘这样对莱利·麦格拉斯说话。
现在回家去，斯托尼。
去吧。
(笑声)
(欢快音乐)
- 怎么了，弗雷德？
- 麦格拉斯先生，为刚才的骚乱非常抱歉。
- 啊，算了吧。
哦，你有好的腌猪脚吗？
- 是的先生，新鲜罐装。
- 好的，好的，很好。
嘿，嘿，
再给我们来两杯啤酒。
- 是的先生，两杯啤酒马上来。
(欢快音乐)
(笑声)
- 我们走吧。
- 别碰我，小子。
- 哦，让他说完。
- 这是一个自由的国家，麦格拉斯先生，
你不这样认为吗？
这是一个自由的国家？
- 是的。
- 没人能阻止我
说我要对你说的话。
- 说吧。
- 你也许在欺骗这里的每个人，
但你骗不了我。
我不会卖的。
我辛苦工作才买下我的一百英亩地，
你的任何法律都不能强迫我卖。
- 把他弄出去。
- 离我远点。
- 来吧，斯托尼，出去。
- 你是个骗子。
(瓶子砸碎声)
- 你现在给我出去。
- 我不怕你，麦格拉斯先生，
不像这州里的其他人。
你是个骗子。
(枪声)
(欢快音乐)
- 他死了。
- 弗雷德，打634，马上让雷诺兹警长过来。
如果他妻子接电话，问问他在哪里。
告诉她是谁在找他。
- 是的先生。
- 我们走。
(欢快音乐)
- 21。
22。
- 轮到我了。
- 我没失手。
- 你永远不会失手。
在我必须睡觉前我想玩一把。
- 好吧，给你。
那不算。(笑声)
我没准备好。
- 好吧，那不算。
- 别把爸爸的玉米面包都吃光了，
那是他的晚饭。
- 还有两块呢。
(狗吠声)
- 他回来了。
- 不，不是他。
不是那辆旧卡车。
旧卡车的声音比这大多了。
- 你是斯托尼·利肯的儿子吗？
- 是的。
怎么了？
我爸爸在哪里？
- 都是他的儿子吗？
你们两个最好跟我来。
发生了一起事故。
- 说吧，弗雷德。
麦格拉斯先生确实开枪了，
但老斯托尼表现得像个疯子。
- 麦格拉斯先生说
他手里拿着几个
啤酒瓶，用这些瓶子向他冲过来。
是这样的吗？
- 是的，先生。
- 你说这是正当防卫？
- 嗯，他拿着瓶子向他冲过来
而且他喝醉了，是的，先生。
- 我爸爸身上没有枪。
如果他身上有枪
并且正指着他，
那就是另一回事了，
但在我看来，
一个有枪的人射杀一个没有枪的人，这不是正当防卫。
- 在我看来那像是正当防卫。
- 莱利·麦格拉斯一开始为什么会在这里？
- 嗯，他只是顺道过来
在他从
查尔斯顿重要政治集会 回来的路上。
- 那麦格拉思为什么不留下？
- 他没有必要 留在这里。
我直接去了他家，
在那里询问了他，
得到了我需要的所有信息。
他很累，很沮丧，一把把地 吃着心脏病药片。
我让他去睡觉， 好好睡一觉。
你们两个男孩也一样。
- 你就做这些吗？
- 孩子，这里有七个人 都看到了，
他们都说同样的话，
都愿意发誓 这是正当防卫。
- 走吧，维吉。
- 这是他卡车的钥匙。
他的东西在他口袋里。
来，拿着。
- 今天生意不错，
卖了大概一半。
- 看看这些钱，维吉。
- 今天价钱也不错， 大约10美元。
(威尔福德哭声)
别哭了，威尔福德。
听我说，别哭。
(威尔福德哭声)
(玻璃破碎声)
- 嘿，警长，救命！
嘿，警长！
(玻璃破碎声)
- 嘿，够了。
住手，莱肯。
(鸡叫声)
- 火鸡在别人来之前 就会烤好。
不能让人们守夜 却不给他们吃饭。
- 我不知道会有谁来。
我们从来不见任何人。
- 斯托尼从来不善社交。
不交朋友长大 是不对的。
你们这些男孩从来没有朋友，
死的时候就没人 陪你守灵。
- 我觉得他不会在乎的。
- 看看这张桌子，
这桌子怎么变成这样？
- (笑声) 那些是 扎刀游戏的洞。
我和维吉还有爸爸在 桌子上玩扎刀游戏。
- 你妈妈把这张桌子
从查尔斯顿一路 运过来的，
花了她将近50美元。
(狗叫声)
- 是警察。
(鸡叫声)
- 莱肯，你最好聪明点 把这事完全忘掉。
就待在这里， 摘你的桃子。
你做不了什么。
- 维吉。
艾达·梅姨妈和玛丽·简姨妈来了。
她们做了很多食物。
- 我马上就来，威尔福德。
在炉子上烧点水，好吗？
我需要洗个澡， 县监狱很脏。
你的监狱里有跳蚤，警长。
跳蚤和训练过的老鼠。
- 我不会做任何事 让自己再在那里
过夜了。
你住的还是舒适牢房。
(鸡叫声)
- 主对摩西说话，
说："吩咐以色列人，
"叫他们拿纯橄榄油
"为点灯的用，使灯
"常常点着。
"在会幕中法柜的幔子外，
"亚伦要从晚上到早晨
"在耶和华面前
"经理这灯。这要作你们
"世世代代永远的定例。"
- 维吉。
不如去睡觉吧。
- 明天晚上我再睡，
等他离开这个房子
永远埋在地下之后。
你先去睡吧。
- 不，我不会让你 一个人守夜。
- 艾达·梅姨妈和 玛丽·简姨妈在这里。
- 她们不算。
- 这不是正当防卫，威尔福德。
爸爸可能是冲向了他，
但他不会伤害他的。
- 不。
- 他射杀爸爸就像 射杀鹌鹑一样。
- 他说他醉了，维吉。
- 那没有区别。
爸爸死了。
- 我知道，我们对此 无能为力。
- 有的，有办法。
- 不能让他复活。
不能让他明天早上 太阳升起前
在果园里，
叫我们去帮忙。
- 不。
对此无能为力。
- 这就是我说的。
- 但有办法，
有事可做。
- 别这么说，维吉。
什么都没有。
像妈妈一样，都走了。
- 我要去做，威尔福德。
从我看到爸爸
死在那满是锯末的地板上起， 我就一直在想这件事。
- 你在说什么？
- "杀人的，必被治死；
打死牲畜的，必赔上牲畜。
以命偿命。
人若使他邻舍的身体有残疾，
他怎样行，也要照样向他行。
以伤还伤，以眼还眼， 以牙还牙。"
第24章， 第17到20节。
- 我不太确定你在说什么，维吉。
- 我是说我要 杀了赖利·麦格拉思。
- 维吉。
- 嘘。
(紧张的音乐)
既然我已经下定了决心，
没有什么能阻止我。
- 早上好，麦格拉思先生。
(紧张的音乐)
(母鸡咯咯叫声)
(狗叫声) (母鸡咯咯叫声)
- 你去哪儿了，维吉？
维吉，我一直在等你。
你出去打负鼠了？
维吉，我在跟你说话呢。
维吉，我一个人在这里 晚上很害怕，
你知道的。
这是这个星期第三个晚上 你整夜不回家，
我不喜欢这样。
我必须起床坐在门廊上
直到太阳出来。
- 知道莱利·麦格拉思 现在在哪里吗？
坐在他的办公室里，
拆着早晨的邮件，
喝着咖啡。
大约十点钟他会 下楼到
西格福斯理发店，
刮胡子和擦鞋。
那就是我带你看过的 那家昂贵的理发店，
在广场南侧。
理发要花1.25美元。
现在，威尔福德，莱利·麦格拉思 每周理一次发，
不管需不需要。
然后回到办公室 做更多肮脏的工作。
大约12点15分他会下楼，
出去，找点东西吃。
他没有固定喜欢 吃晚餐的地方，
但是每个星期一、 星期三和星期五
他在石墙杰克逊酒店吃晚餐。
威尔福德，你真应该 看看那家酒店。
他有那些大玻璃灯，
大约有我们卡车那么大，
从天花板上到处悬挂着。
它们闪闪发光， 像冰柱一样发亮。
每个星期二晚上 他去拜访
火车站附近的一位女性朋友。
星期六晚上他去
和县法官们打扑克。
每隔一个星期四他去
看桑德斯医生。
他有心脏病，威尔福德。
- 维吉，你怎么 对他了解这么多？
- 我把这当成我的事，
这就是我过去一个月 一直在做的，
跟踪他，
从葬礼后那天早上开始。
哦，他没有看见我。
对此一无所知，
但我想知道他每天 每分钟都在哪里。
今天早上我差点打死他。
差点把他打倒，
就像你打倒一只老鹌鹑一样。
然后我开始想 这还不够。
- 维吉，你说话像个疯子。
- 威尔福德，当我杀死他时， 我要他知道我的名字。
我会想出办法的。
- 你只会让自己送死。
维吉，你是我唯一的家人。
- 威尔福德，我现在要去睡觉了。
- 天还没黑呢，维吉。
- 我太累了，不在乎 现在是什么时间。
吃晚饭时叫醒我，好吗？
- 我们吃（含糊不清）。
(忧郁的音乐)
- 嘿，小伙子。
你在找什么人吗？
- 是的，先生，我在找 莱利·麦格拉思先生。
- 嗯，他不在办公室里，
他在隔壁理发。
- 谢谢您，先生。
非常感谢。
谢谢您，先生。
(笑声)
- 好了，麦格拉思先生。
- 嘿，你是5/8印第安血统，西格福斯。
- 你想要剥头皮吗，小子？
- 不，先生，我想和 麦格拉思先生谈谈，
如果他愿意和我谈的话。
- 哦，我相信他会和你谈的，孩子。
像麦格拉思先生这样的人 永远不会变得太重要
以至于不能和街上的 小伙子们交谈。
对吧，莱利？
- 西格福斯，你认识这个男孩吗？
- 我记忆中从来没有 见过他。
- 孩子，你是这附近的人吗？
- 是的，先生，在北路那边。
- 我怎么不记得以前 在镇上见过你？
- 我和我哥哥，我们 几乎从不进城。
- 是的，那么是什么事？
好吧，说吧，什么事？
- 我能和您谈谈吗？
- (笑声) 我不知道，你能吗？
你是那个觉得很难开口的人。
什么事？
- 五块，十块，再十块就是二十块。
非常感谢，麦格拉思先生。
- 这里，给你的印第安妻子 买些贝壳珠子。
- 您太仁慈了，伟大的白人父亲。(笑声)
- 我爸爸是斯托尼·莱肯斯。
- 是这样吗？
- 嗯哼。
- 好吧，到我办公室来吧，
15分钟后我要和 比恩法官约会，
但我可以给你一两分钟。
- 我真的很感激。
- 跟我来。
现在，孩子，这件事 在一周半前
比恩法官法庭的 上一任期就解决了。
一周半以前。
你父亲攻击了我，孩子，
我是出于自卫才开枪的，
没有人比我更后悔 发生这种事。
- 我只是不想让我哥哥 出什么事，维吉。
- 你哥哥不会有事的。
- 可能会有事。
维吉说他要杀了你， 麦格拉思先生。
这两周来他一直 在说这个。
- 说这种话很愚蠢。
你为什么要告诉我这些？
- 我想如果你可以派人 叫维吉来
亲自和他谈谈，
你知道，解释这是正当防卫 可能会有帮助。
他一旦下定决心就会 很固执，
但他不笨。
他是我仅剩的家人
除了爸爸的姐妹们，
她们住在派恩高谷 很远的地方。
- 你说你住在哪里？
- 北路那边，大概20英里外，
朝着阿巴拉契亚路方向。
- 慢一点说。
北路那边。
- 大概20英里外。
从阿巴拉契亚路拐弯。
- 阿巴拉契亚。
- 路。
- 你哥哥不会有事的，孩子，
只要他安分守己。
不过，我知道失去父亲 是什么感觉。
我两年前失去了父亲。
八个月前失去了母亲。
高血压。
- 哦，我很抱歉。
- 是的，心脏是很脆弱的。
我知道。
我知道家里有人过世 会带来
一些意想不到的开销。
- 维吉说我们得种些棉花
来付爸爸的棺材钱。
- 现在我要为你做件事，孩子。
我没有义务做的事。
我要做这件事是出于
我的善心。
为这显然动荡的水面
洒一些润滑油。
拿着吧，孩子。
拿着，带着我的祝福走吧。
- 谢谢。
他人很好，他，
维吉，他当时带我上去 他的办公室
我和他聊了一会儿，
他告诉我他妈妈
刚死于心脏病。
然后我告诉他——
- 我知道你告诉他什么了。
- 维吉，我不得不这样做。
如果你做些蠢事
他们把你带走
送你上电椅
我会怎么办？
- 这样做很愚蠢。
- 别生我的气，维吉。
看看麦格拉思先生 给我什么。
他说这是为了给动荡的 水面洒润滑油。
这里有五张一百美元。
五张，维吉，我数过了。
- 500美元。
这让事情容易多了。
- 啊？
- 省了很多麻烦，我想。
我希望你感谢了麦格拉思先生 给的钱，威尔福德。
- 我不知道我有没有感谢。
- 希望你感谢了。
你又不是在谷仓里出生的，
妈妈确实教过你礼貌。
现在我知道该怎么做了。
我要给艾迪亚·梅姨妈
和玛丽·简姨妈写信
请她们回来这里
在我离开时照顾你。
- 你什么意思？
你要去哪里？
- 我要去查尔斯顿。
- 去查尔斯顿？
- 嗯哼。
- 你去查尔斯顿干什么？
- 我有了钱，要去上学。
- 什么样的学校？
- 会教我
如何按我想要的方式 杀死莱利·麦格拉思先生的学校。
- 查尔斯顿有杀人学校？
- 很慢很慢地杀，
让他长时间看着我的脸
让他知道死亡即将来临。
威尔福德，你要答应我，
如果莱利·麦格拉思先生 来找你或我
你告诉他我拿了那笔钱
去了查尔斯顿，
但你不知道我在那里做什么。
你听见了吗，威尔福德？
你不知道我在那里 做什么。
划十字发誓。
- 划十字发誓。
你现在就要走？
- 越早走就越早回来。
别哭。
- 你会给我寄明信片吗？
- 我会给你寄明信片的。
再见。
- 再见。
（忧郁音乐）
- 我们的剧还没有结束。
还有很多内容，
但我们觉得在这里停下
来缓解紧张气氛
休息一下是明智的。
（忧郁音乐）
（门砰地关上）
（悬疑音乐）
- 等一下，女士。
我来拿。
（敲门声）
- 这是给谁的？
- 给你的，麦格拉思先生。
- 我？
维奇·莱肯斯。
去开车。
- 嘿，威尔福德，邮件来了。
嘿。
威尔福德。
又有一张卡片 寄给你了，威尔福德。
- 是维奇寄的吗？
- 跟其他的一样。
- 他这次在上面 写什么了吗？
- 一个字都没有。
- 他不用在上面写什么，
只要他继续寄给我就行了。
- 在我看来这真是 太浪费钱了
除非你在上面写些字。
- 看看我在山下找到的 这些商陆菜。
晚饭我们可以吃商陆沙拉，
腊肉和玉米面包。
- 听起来很不错。
- 艾达·梅，你看，
威尔福德把桌子上的 刀痕都擦掉了，
擦得多干净。
我发誓，家里有个男人 但没有女人，
你永远不知道会怎样。
你最好去准备蔬菜。
- 这是第六张了。
六个月来，每个月一张。
维奇已经走了六个月了。
对我来说感觉像六年。
- 你想念你哥哥，对吗？
这会是谁呢？
- 也许是维奇。
- 莱肯斯一家住在这里吗？
- 我想是的。
- 你是维奇·莱肯吗？
- 不，维奇不在这里。
你是他弟弟吗？
- 他弟弟，威尔福德。
- 麦格拉斯先生想 跟你谈谈，威尔福德，
派我来接你。
- 你不用去任何地方，威尔福德。
- 没关系的。
我之前跟麦格拉斯先生 谈过话。
我能坐外面那辆大车吗？
- 当然。
- 马上回来。
- 你来了。
走吧，麦格拉斯先生在等着。
- 我想坐后座。
- 当然。
上车。
（车门关闭声）
- 哦。
- 那不是指我们。
- 哦。
- 你知道这个吗？
这是你哥哥寄的。
他在哪里？
- 他在查尔斯顿。
今天早上我收到了 他的卡片。
- 他在查尔斯顿的 地址是什么？
- 他从来没有在任何 卡片上写过地址。
一直没法给他写信。
- 他在查尔斯顿多久了？
- 你跟我谈话的那天，
我回到家，把钱给了他，
他当时就走了。
- 他在查尔斯顿做什么？
说话。
- 我不知道。
- 你认为你哥哥在查尔斯顿 做什么？
- 我没想过这个问题。
- 你不会对我隐瞒 什么吧？
如果你隐瞒的话 我会不高兴的。
你真的不知道你哥哥 在那边做什么吗？
- 不知道，先生。
- 我相信你，孩子。
你是个聪明的孩子。
好，很好。
你没有理由
对我保守秘密，对吧？
- 什么？
- 我说你没有理由
对我保守秘密，对吧？
迪迪，照顾好莱肯斯先生。
开车送他回家。
- 你这车真是太棒了。
我不知道汽车里还能 装空调。
- 再给我一瓶啤酒。
- 是的，先生。
- 把那东西扔掉。
（瓶子破碎声）
- 是的，先生。
- 等一下。
- 什么事？
- 你能开一下空调吗？
- 当然可以。
- 你忘了什么东西吗？
- 这正是我想问你的。
你哥哥在哪里？
- 查尔斯顿。
- 我知道他在查尔斯顿， 他在那里做什么？
- 我不知道。
啊，啊，不，不。
不，不，哎哟。
- 现在你哥哥在哪里？
- 就像我告诉你的，我不知道。
你可以揍我直到太阳下山，
我已经把我知道的 都告诉你了。
（喇叭声）
- 早上好，伙计们，
今天会是美好的一天，对吧？
- 早上好，麦格拉斯先生。
- 磨快你的斧头， 西加福斯
我很赶时间。
- 马什这边还需要十分钟。
- 我必须在半小时内
到达男孩俱乐部。
我要做一个关于我们 这个伟大州的
动植物的演讲。
我想我可以信任
年轻的麦克给我好好刮脸吗？
- 麦克在度假，
昨天下午去加利福尼亚了。
但没关系，麦格拉斯先生，
我雇了个替补 干几周活儿，
今天早上 我亲自试过了。
我向你保证，莱利
他会给你刮个 非常好的胡子。
(悬疑音乐)
- 西加福斯，玛丽和 孩子们怎么样？
- 还是那么凶，他们都是。
好了，马什，
现在你能看见你的耳朵了。
- 孩子，你在找什么？
- 我的毛巾用完了， 西加福斯先生。
- 后面有很多毛巾。
我去给你拿，
你照顾好麦格拉斯先生，
确保他准时到 男孩俱乐部去。
- 西加福斯先生，我们 这里还需要一些月桂朗姆酒
在这儿。
- [西加福斯先生] 我听到了。
- 孩子，你叫什么名字？
- 琼斯，
奥德尔·琼斯。
- 我要刮得很干净。
- 莱利，我希望你能欣赏
他为你打出的优质泡沫。
- 很好，很好。
- 你知道，我记得我在那里 还有一瓶额外的
月桂朗姆酒。
我跑去药店买一些。
- 西加福斯先生。
西加福斯先生。
我们需要一大瓶 金缕梅。
- 我听到了。
- 我只是想省得他 跑两趟。
- 你没把我的鬓角 剪掉吧？
- 没有，先生。
- 确保你别剪了。
- 是的，先生。
- 你跟在大桑迪河 开钓鱼码头的
那个琼斯有亲戚关系吗？
- 没有。
- 你看起来很眼熟。
- 麦格拉斯先生，我想见你 已经很长时间了。
在游行队伍里见过你一次。
有人告诉我 我长得像我爸爸。
但他不想承认责任，
说我长得像我妈妈。
- 你爸爸是不是在巴尔的摩街 开五金店的
那个琼斯？
- 不是的，先生，麦格拉斯先生，
我爸爸死了。
他没有钓鱼码头
也没有五金店。
他只有一小块地。
低洼地带的100英亩。
很穷。
为了那块地 得拼命工作。
想在那里修一条路。
我爸爸不愿意卖。
谁想得到
在那些炎热的夏天里
摘桃子，那些桃子绒毛
让你的胳膊发痒，
那些绒毛钻进你鼻子里。
谁想得到他的一个儿子
有一天能去查尔斯顿
学一门像理发 这样的高雅手艺。
他一辈子从没在店里 理过发。
他会很自豪的。
事实上他一生只去过 查尔斯顿一次，
在娶我妈妈之前。
- 查尔斯顿？
- 嗯-哼。
- 你去过查尔斯顿？
- 最好的理发学院。
我很幸运， 能被这样雇用，
刚出学校申请的 第一份工作。
- 你不是奥德尔·琼斯，
那不是你的名字。
- 等等，麦格拉斯先生，
你得坐着别动， 麦格拉斯先生，
你知道你这样乱动 我可能会割伤你。
现在我有了手艺
我打算攒钱，
送我兄弟威尔福德
去大城市。
开我们自己的 理发店。
- 啊。
- 哦，麦格拉斯先生， 请坐着别动，
我可能会滑手割伤你
直接割到喉咙。
哦，麦格拉斯先生， 记住你的心脏。
- 开门！
- 如果我是你， 我什么都不会说。
我不会大喊大叫 或类似的事情。
就坐着别动。
(敲门声)
- 里面发生什么事了？
- 我带着这把剃刀
从查尔斯顿一路带来的。
这是手工制作的谢菲尔德。
我整夜都在磨这把刀，
麦格拉斯先生， 就想着这个时刻。
我希望我兄弟感谢过你 给的钱，麦格拉斯先生。
你慷慨地从鳃边 涌出的善意
让这一切成为可能。
现在保持非常静止， 麦格拉斯先生，
非常静止，因为 麦格拉斯先生，我的名字
是维吉·莱肯斯。
维吉·莱肯斯。
维吉·莱肯斯，麦格拉斯先生。
维吉·莱肯斯。
现在这是可怕的部分， 麦格拉斯先生，
因为那条颈静脉
就在那里。
(尖叫声)
- 我回来时他把门锁了。
(人群议论声)
(敲门声)
- 开门。
莱肯斯小子。
- 我马上就来。
- 退后。
- 我找到月桂朗姆酒了， 西加福斯先生，
就在放剪刀的 抽屉里。
好了，麦格拉斯先生， 全部完成了。
- 他死了。
你被逮捕了。
- 因为什么？
- 因为杀害莱利·麦格拉斯 而被逮捕。
- 你不能逮捕我，治安官。
- 什么意思我不能 逮捕你？
- 给人刮胡子 又没有违法。
而且我刮得很好呢。
你自己看看。
他身上一点伤痕都没有。
（诡异音乐）
- 顺便说一下，我知道 这些假发的秘密了。
它们实际上是耳罩，
这样你就不用听 自己的音乐了。
下周我们应该会带来 另一个故事。
或许到那时我的 三个同伴
就会回来了。
在那之前，晚安。
（戏剧性音乐）