Thunder and Lightning

- - Oh here she comes.

Here she comes.

- We throwin' a lot of puke? - Uh, no.

No more than usual.

Relay's workin' fine and dandy.

- - She's goin'.

See can she hold a bead.

Look at this. Whoa, ho.

This looks like the best batch we've made yet.

Gonna spread happiness!

Let's have a little smell here. Ooh. Oh, boy.

Don't shake 'er no more. There's too much blubber.

Look at that.

Regular goose eye.

Mornin', boys.

- Nice to see you. - Either one of you rest home rejects...

as much as sticks a finger up his nose...

that's all she wrote, boys, good-bye.

I told you fellas last week, I ain't doin' no business with Hunnicutt.

- Don't rile 'em now, Hobe. - Ohh!

Yeah, don't you rile us none.

Best take his advice, old man...

unless you want to end up food for the buzzards.

Right nice little operation you boys got going here for yourselves.

- Times are changin', boys. - Oh, me.

Ain't no more room left for the independents.

- Jim Bob! - Yeah?

Get 'em over behind them trees before we end up all lookin'...

- like a Chinese blue plate special. - Come on, pappy.

- Move it out. Let's go. -

- Get out of here. Come on. - Dadgummit, my foot's gone to sleep.

Get out of my way!

Holy shit!

Ooh.

Harley! Harley, boy! Over here!

- That you, Hobe? - Yeah.

Over here by the big cypress tree.

Yeah. Oh!

They got us hog-tied good and proper, man.

So hurry up.

Never been through nothin' like this before in my entire life.

It's miserable. Just miserable.

Whats the matter with your brother? He all right?

He’s just asleep, is all. He can sleep standing up.

- Asleep? - Hurry up and get me out of this.

Feels like I been tied up here forever.

- My joints are gettin' old and stiff. - Who done this to you, anyhow?

Oh, them boys that work for Hunnicutt. I recognized one of them.

He come over here last week, offerin' me free sugar.

Hey, wake up, brother. You're a free man again.

Hey, no, no! Don't let 'em-

- Oh. Hi, Harley. -

- Ain't it a shame what they done to us? - Plumb awful, Taylor.

Worse than that. You Know, we had the second batch just started...

and it was comin' just as clear as branch water.

And when I think of that good whiskey...

gettin' blowed all to smithereens, it makes me want to cry.

- What about this week's load? - Oh, she's safe, Harley. She's safe.

I moved her last night down to the shed...

- so you can pick up your load. - Okay. To the shed?

- Yeah. - Oh, Christ! Come on!

- Come on. - Hey! Hey, boy, easy. You're liable to pull me apart.

Come on, Taylor. We gotta get there before they steal the whole load.

You boys aren't ready for a wheelchair yet, are you?

Just pretend you're practicing for that three-legged race...

at the Senior Citizens' picnic.

I'm gonna need a transfusion before this is over.

Things was peaceful around here before you come.

Lord! You don't have to go so fast, Harley.

You'll live to be a hundred yet.

I tell ya, if the Lord had wanted a man to get places fast...

he'd have started him closer to where he was goin'.

We ain't gonna have to do no more runnin', are we, boy?

Shh. Keep it quiet.

Damn.

- Listen, now many cases were you settin' out for me? - Nine.

Six.

This is probably their last load.

Hold on, boys.

I'm not gonna let them get that whiskey for free.

- Hey, Jake. - Yeah?

You think old R.J. needs all this here good stuff?

I thought maybe we could have a snort when we was finished loadin'.

Yeah. Them Carpenter brothers are all right.

Make the best corn whiskey in the whole state.

Think I hear somebody comin'.

- -

Yeah!

We didn't even get a taste.

Just stop feelin' so plain sorry for yourself.

Are we gonna tromp that son of a bitch?

We're gonna sink his ass.

Well, son, that was quite an experience...

but I want you to know that I'm walking from now on.

Yeah, boy. Besides, he travels fastest who travels alone.

Bye.

I'm gonna stomp you!

Aw, shit.

He's got no way out.

Let's us get him!

Wickedness and corruption, brothers-

they'll wind about you like the coils of a serpent.

Hey, I told you to watch the car, not sit on it.

- Go on, get off. Here. - Their fangs are jagged and they're sharp...

and they'll close about you like the jaws of the old devil himself.

The great dragon was thrown out.

That ancient serpent...

the lion we named devil and Satan.

But some were not cast down, my friends.

They remain close to the Lord and his Word.

They were not beguiled by temptation.

For the forked tongue of the serpent is quick as lighting.

Just you watch the snake's tongue a-flickering...

like the very candle flame of wickedness...

Then you'll know how easy Eve was beguiled.

He bamboozled Eve, brothers.

He bamboozled Eve into eating that forbidden fruit.

Just as sweet and civil as an old carnival pitchman.

- Hey, Nancy Sue. -

What, are you mad at me, or just plain deaf?

No, I'm not deaf, Harley. You're late again.

Said you'd be back a long time ago.

Besides that, I don't want to talk in church.

Why not? Everybody else is.

Harley, these good people are possessed by the Holy Spirit.

It looks to me more like they're possessed by about four quarts of moonshine.

Oh, Harley, please don't be disrespectful in church.

Just look at the Reverend Wilcox down there, wrestling with the demon.

Now, isn’t he plumb beautiful?

He's a lot better lookin' than the gator, that's for sure.

Oh, Harley, your soul'll rot in hell...

for that kind of talk.

- It ain't no sin tellin' the truth. - Don't squeeze me in church.

Yeah! The serpent is cunning, my children.

- - It's his, all right.

Son of a bitch.

Friends, beware that wicked, cursed serpent.

Brother, you wrestle with him all your days.

For the power of the Lord is righteousness, brother...

And the pure of heart will triumph over sin.

Amen!

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Thank you so much. Have a good day.

We enjoyed the sermon, Reverend Wilcox.

Hey.

Harley, I don't even know why I talk to you...

acting like that- so disrespectful in church.

It's bad enough, you being a bootlegger...

without adding blasphemy to your sins.

I just wish you'd talk to Daddy about getting a job at the plant.

I'll talk to him...

but not about no job.

Look, there's Uncle Jake. I thought he was a Baptist.

Wonder why he's so wet.

I guess it's 'cause he got baptized.

- Hi, Uncle Jake. - Hi, Nancy Sue.

Well, uh, I thought you was a Baptist.

Well, I am, Nancy Sue, but...

you know, it never hurts to get another point of view.

Yeah. Harley, this is Mr. Jake Summers...

My daddy's foreman down at the plant.

Harley Thomas, my fiancé Uncle Jake.

- Howdy, Uncle Jake. - My pleasure.

Sure was a rip-snorter of a sermon, wasn't it?

Very educational.

Just as slick as spit on a griddle...

way he told you how, if you do bad things...

you're just gonna be down there in the muck and the slime...

along with all the other cold-blooded critters that crawl.

Yeah, well, you do have to watch yourself

Yeah, well, you do have to watch yourself

I mean, you lie down with snakes, you're liable to get bit.

Harley. Now, you take care of yourself, Uncle Jake.

- I will, honey. - And remember me kindly to Aunt Vee.

- Yes; ma'am. - You have a nice day.

- You too. - Bye!

- Bye, now. - Bye.

- Bye, now. Bye-bye. -

Harley, I wish you'd just see Daddy and talk to him about a job at the plant.

You can catch Daddy tonight...

at his meeting of the Soldiers for Civic Improvement.

- Soldiers for what? - Soldiers for Civic Improvement.

Excuse me, sir.

One of you guys tell me where I can find R.J. Hunnicutt?

What do you want to do that for, boy?

We got something a lot better to look at here.

You having trouble with your eyes?

No, I appreciate the back street ballet as much as any feller.

This is business.

Seeing as how it's business, old R.J. is over there at the center table.

He'll give you the business, all right.

R.J. Hunnicutt?

Hey, sonny, you come here...

with your tail between your legs?

Looks like I've more between my legs than you'll ever muster up, old man.

Well, it's what's up on top that counts, boy.