Cookie's Fortune

I oughta be bottom fishing tonight, Billy. It's nice and breeze.

I don't understand it, Lester.

Fish be moving?

How men spend all that time and money try to outsmart fish?

Cause it's fun.

My old buddy Lou, he buys a boat...

Lester!

One of them big purple ones, you know?

Two hours, you'd be dead as a dog without it.

Thank you, Wanda.

He put on a football helmet instead of goggles.

No life jacket.

Looks like a bullfrog the morning after.

Oh, Billy.

Says he's going fishing.

Hey, now.

- Here's to Good Friday. - Good and getting better.

I think it's prissy.

I always thought that fishing was for prissies.

You, could you tell a bear? You ever see a bear fish?

Damn thing.

Damn! Damn!

- Hey, Willy! - Huh?

You back for more?

No, I came back because I need a big drink of water before I head out.

- Ah yeah, that's perfect. - All right.

- All right, I'm gone again. - All right.

- Check you later. - Oh, yeah.

Ok, the only jug fish I know about is jug in your pocket.

I mean, what-what do you think the IQ of a fish is?

You know, I mean...

- Rejoice not, oh land of Palestine... - I like to think somebody your size is

- too heavy out there. - Yeah, alright.

The rod of him who smote thee is broken.

The seed of the serpent shall come a basilisk...

- Patrick, no. - That...

Patrick, please.

This is not Carnegie Hall.

This is the First Presbyterian Church that only seats 250 people.

Could you try a little more intimate for me?

Intimate?

- Bring it down. - I know what she means.

Like, like this. Like Shakespeare guy.

Rejoice not, oh land of Palestine.

- The rod who smote thee is broken. - Jason!

Excuse me. I think you just better worry about your own lines.

Now, I think the two of you seem to keep forgetting this is ancient Galilee.

And you in particular, Patrick,

you're playing a character of 200% moral structure.

A man with no pretence, no facade, no tricks.

All right?

Maybe it's the words themselves.

It needs more blood around the neck, ok? Be real generous with it.

"Smote" means hit across the face.

"Basilisk" is a monster with fatal breath.

Okay, Patrick.

Aah!

Hey, Emma?

You in there?

Okay, everybody! Let's um...

Let's pick it up again with the scene where the soldiers gathered around the cistern.

Just before Salome's entrance, all right?

Oh, Patrick, I want you to stay down.

I don't want to see your head over the rim, all right?

Never.

- Uh, Cory, are you ready? - Uh-huh.

All right.

Okay?

Begin.

Look, the princess Salome!

- She is getting up to leave... - Okay, cross over, please.

- Remember to cross over... - She's getting up to leave the table!

- Cross over behind you. - She's coming towards...

I wanna see your face out there in the audience. All right?

She's coming toward us!

Don't look at her! It's bad luck to look at the princess.

It will bring harm.

Why does King Herod look at me with mole eyes?

- Jason, you'll step on her costume. - It is strange the husband among other

should look at me that way.

- Princess, you have left the feast. - How sweet the air is here.

I can breathe here,

away from the barbarians that drink and drink and spill their wine.

Oh, how I loathe the Romans, the Greeks, the Egyptians and the Jews.

Not a whole lot has changed since those days, huh?

Do not stay here, Princess.

I beg of thee. Go back in to the Palace at once.

You must not look at her. It's dangerous to thyself and myself.

John, it is thy mouth I desire.

Hold it! Hold it!

Everybody just hold it! Cora, what were we working on?

About your transition from despair to relief.

I will say that next. When I look at the moon and say is a virgin?

No, no, I think it should come here. I think it should come right away.

- What does she expect? - Let's go again.

Casting her half-wit sister as Salome...

Come on, I want you to be organic, Cora.

I want you to realise the moment, all right?

- Okay, I'm sorry. - The air, the air, the air.

Willis, goddamnit!

You scared the living daylight out of me.

What the hell you doing down there?

Playing Easter bunny? Hiding eggs?

I promised Jewel I'd clean these guns tonight.

Oh yeah, I know.

Of course, it's almost one O'Clock in the morning.

Meaning, it's not tonight any more. It's tomorrow.

So, you lied!

Cookie: 846.

Willis: 712.

Where've you been?

Uh, I was on...

- I had to go over to Manny's to help... - Uuh, bullshit, Willis.

You've been to Theo's. I can smell you all the way over here.

Cookie: 847.

I'm gonna make you some coffee.

No, that's all right. Go on back to bed, Cookie.

I can do this real quiet light.

Oh, forget it. I can't sleep anyway.

I've been laying up there staring at the ceiling for three hours.

Now listen, Willis.

Why don't you go on out back and go to bed.

These guns can wait till tomorrow.

Nope. I said I'd clean them tonight,

and I'm gonna clean them tonight.

Now, I need a new line.

- Has anybody seen my script? - Yeah.

What's this? Notes?

This time of night?

Man, this is the pits.

I only wanted to sign up for this thing to suck up to Emma's mom and her aunt.

And then she left town on you. Women.

Maybe, John the Baptist had the right idea.

Beware when the moon becomes blood

and the stars fall on the earth like unripe figs!

Sleep well.

Good night, Ms Dixon. See you tomorrow.

- Camille? - Huh?

Tell me about motivation again.

I am so tired. I can not talk.

Oh, okay.

Eighteen down. Author of "The Lottery".

- Starts with a... - Jackson.

Shirley Jackson.

Greek Sun God.

Six letters.

- Last one is an "S". - Helios.

H-E-L-I-O-S. God of the Sun.

He had a great big old palace up on the hill.

Every night when the sun went down...

he rode up to it in a golden boat...

with golden wings.

Golden boat.

Golden wings.

Cookie.

Why do you keep all these guns?

Oh...

Those guns were Buck's, Willis.

And you know, I'll never get rid of anything that belonged to Buck's.

Now, that one came here with him all the way from Texas.

Along with that rifle there.

Nineteen hundred and twenty nine.

When Buck rode into Holly Springs...

all he had to his name were those two guns.

I thought he got this off that gambler "One-eyed" Jackson.

No.

Buck got that Peacemaker there off Jackson.

Buck said that Peacemaker's no damn good.

It's all bend and crooked or something. It wouldn't shoot straight.

Story goes that Jackson's wife tried to shoot herself with it.

Held it out front of her face, closed her eyes, squeezed the trigger...

and completely missed her head altogether.

Where is Jackson now? He still alive?

Oh, no, no...

He passed away two years after Buck.

Yeah, oh yeah. I remember that all right.

I went to Detroit and you had to drive yourself to the funeral.

You wrecked my Chrysler.

Willis: 713.

Now, you can't count that again.

- You already counted it once! - I count it again.

I've gotta fix this thing.

- I'll do it tomorrow. - Uh-huh.

Tomorrow.

Okay, then. Goodnight, Cookie.

Have a good one.

Damn you, old door.

If Buck were here, he'd fix you in half a minute.

Oh, goddamn you, Buck.

I miss you so much.

My God!

You're all Peacemakers, aren't you?

A golden boat...

with golden wings.

Finders keepers,

losers weepers.

Willis will never find this one.

Now let me see, where else will I hide 'em?

Oh yeah. Let me see now.

Shit.