How is this possible? I don't know. I don't know this person. Yeah.  I know. It's not all that hard. How is it? I think it's not all that hard. Yeah, the massive amount of the land in the world. Yeah. But I don't know about it. Yeah. It's all over the center. This is it. Master. My name is Shantel Rodriguez, I'm the Programming Director and Literary Manager for the Latino Theatre Company who are operators of the LACC and welcome me to the third. We started this festival three years ago with the intention of having a weekend of completely free play readings of all the plays that we'll be producing in the calendar year. To not only give our artists the chance to see each other's work and to develop their work but also to allow our audiences to be sleeping and to see kind of what one of the early stages of play development is and to see actors working just with the text. So we invite you to come back throughout the weekend in your program you can see our schedule. Tomorrow night we will have Cafe Mida by Ms. Elumor from Harnestone Theatre Company which is based on a program she did with Homeworld Cafe and Homeboy Industries. And then on Saturday we will have The Girl Most Likely 2 by Michael Kremserer and Daywrights Arena and The Hummingbirds by Elizabeth Grenzes from Kimberly Guerrero which is a Native American piece and on Sunday we will have Language Rooms by Yusuf El-Gundi and also Revisionation by Teata Productions. So I'd like to take a moment to introduce our playwright. We're very pleased to be working with Marcus Gardley and he is a poet, a playwright, winner of the 2011 for a mid-career playwright. We're working with Marcus Gardley in conjunction with the Larkin Play Development Center in New York City and we're working on a program called Launching New Plays into the Rectaure. So this is one of the stages of this play. We're going to be developing it and producing it in the fall of 2012 and then it will go to a rolling premiere throughout the United States. It will go to Anchorage, Alaska, it will go to the University of Florida and then it will also go to the Pillsbury House Theatre and each company will do their own production and so it's a rolling premiere of this play as really the mission to launch this beautiful play into the repertoire of the American Theatre. And the play itself is the second installment in a trilogy about the migration of Black Seminoles which are African and Native American peoples from Florida to Oklahoma and the first act of the road weaves traces events leading up to the Civil War and we woke Oklahoma and the second act follows the war and it's part of this play is really about a group of people whose faith and identity are put to test when the water in their well runs dry. So we hope you enjoy it. We're excited to have a really beautiful cast, have our director, Charlotte Brightley, with us today that she took the time out of her schedule to direct this piece and she will as volunteers volunteer in their time to give to this piece and so we hope you enjoy. And we also just wanted to let you know that our spring season is just right around the corner. We're offering a season pass for $100 to get one ticket to seven main stage production in this center. We are a four-favorite complex and so we invite you to come back. This is your home. We pride ourselves in having our programming reflect the diversity in our streets which is a rare thing on stages in LA but not here. So we ask you to please come back and if you would like any more information please visit us online. I'm hoping the playwright has to take a red-eye flight to Florida right after the reading is done so we won't be able to have a talk back but you can always have a conversation with us on Facebook and on the web and we'll hope to continue the discussion in the lobby. So please enjoy the road week, the well runs dry. Then the action takes place over two 24-hour days in the winter of 1850 and 1866. This, the stage is seasoned in golden desert. In the rear stands the shadow of a mountain and a wood which trees the shape of warren gods. To the right a chapel, a well-standed center with the sign that dreams have joined them. Number two, the younger self, the same actor plays a part Mary South, number two's wife, a full blood scene. Troll Creek, the sheriff and a full blood scene. The same actor plays Ray Khalil, a stranger in Seminole T. Sweetie, number two's daughter, black and Seminole. Had Jorah, Troll Bridge's wife, black and Seminole. Goodbird, his son, the same actor plays one of them, young Troll Bridge and an elder. Horse talk, the town elder in medicine, black and Seminole. M.G., his granddaughter, the first lady of the church. Fat Red and Colorado, the town Casinole.   One is number two, built like a mountain. The other is Troll Creek, built like a tree. He wears a sheriff badge, it is 1850.  Figured as much?  Mentor bruising? No matter. Mentor nickin' but he kept that. Made me mad and I got happy with the blade. Cut it round like a cake, sliced in every direction. He shouldn't have got it to my sweet teeth. I saw him boltin' to Creek, even packed. He had her rollin', had my daughter like she was a whore. But no matter, you knew to come to me if you had a problem with mine. You knew to come to me if you had a problem at all. Eyes locked is town number two. I say what gets killed. Just because you're a sheriff don't mean to be massive. Them days are dead.  Even if that's something to feed your son.   Told me not to come back till I had it. And are you your woman's wife? Yeah, she'd be my man. Because she already got my ball.  How do you do it? Bring a rope? No, you've got time to what you hang around.  Bare hands to crack your neck.  Well, that's the way to go. No hard feelings if I kill you first. Protect yourself. What you must. Though if you do, end me. Promise me you're going in with my wife. Don't let a woman live without something to live for. That'll not worry me so.  Now I've been sent to put you out of the fire. God gave me the strength to do it because you're surely going in. Yeah! The men fly like wolves, their hands form. They clench one another's necks and freeze. Their bodies from the mouth are decayed. Enter horse power over the cave. He enters the cave about a month, 16th. Red is his name, beautiful, he died in heaven. Flash forth in 1867. We can rest here. This cave with the God of the mountain. We're sitting here on this myth and waiting for heaven's freckles to go into the black of the night. It's them starry freckles that will tell you new history. We are there. My history, how did it get way up there, old horse? Every night, every night, every man will see a story written on God's black face. And during the day God hides it behind his hot smile and cloudy beard, but at night. But he keeps his wide eye on it. His freckles blow a spark in gold, so that if a man seeking God's face reaches his hand to the sky, it calls a spark. It's with that spark that a man can show his story. He can trace his past, find his calling, and if his wise, he foretells it. Woe ha! That's a lot. I don't know if I want to know all that. I'd rather hear a bedtime tale and an old joke. You think this supposed to be funny?  I'll read your stars for your benefit, boy. You're 15. I'm actually 16. I'm saying that you just care about me. You had a fork in the road in life. And you can go left, but you might keep left. You can go right, but you might not be right. Now, only stars can jump in quotes. You need your history. And you need now. What if I don't like it? What if my story is bad?  Ain't no such thing as bad history. There's only a bad way to tell it. Now, you need to know where your fathers came from so you don't go down the same roads they got lost on. You need to know what's in your blood. Yeah? I suppose you're right. Of course I'm right. 17 years old and wise to poops.  Wake up your star. Hoosanooji. Grandmother is a yellow bird. You know, all my children teach me that. Hoopwa pa yasi hoosanooji. My little yellow bird. Hoosanooji. Grandmother will teach me how to spread wings. We came here 20 years ago from Florida Sparks when we fought for freedom taking its toll. We had grown old and made some Indian chief slaves. And when it took us 45 days, we traveled a road called West where rocks chewed through our deer skinned shoes, through our meek and bone, breaking on a walk into lips, our dead stans into trail tears like the Choctaw, Chickasaw, Cherokee Creek, fierce engines blowing speed.  We came here in cussed. We can give it a bit for not dancing their souls to sleep. So we made one promise, no longer would be one of those we lost with betrayal. We promised to hold up our heads and not choke weathen. The last of our tears, we let it rain. Look! Definitely in Indian territory, Troll Bridge was the first to find water. And he was a full blood seminal, the son of our former chief, Long John. But he came west for the steep roads to make sure the neighboring Creek Indians didn't try to slay us. And back then, the government had signed a treaty declaring every man in Indian territory was free. But the Creeks didn't consider it law, so Troll Bridge came into being forced. From the life of its father and the chiefs before him, Troll Bridge did not sleep. They helped us escape. And we all, well, all except for one or two. What you mean, your land? You know that you're not the wing blowin' Indian territory, Troll Bridge? Here is the land brand. First man to stick his pike and us to the land earth almost there. Sounds like we got a race for it then, number two. Though I feel bad riding against you knowing I got a horse feelin' like a train, and all you got is that suck-ed mule marvelous jack. No, ma'am. I didn't come on the way to let an Indian take the only good land left. Well, your Troll Bridge won't just drink land he's gonna have to ride before we know it. Come on! It's so I did. You can't get over there. Hand it, ride! Number two had head, but it was gonna be served for supper right side of the busy. But no one saw it. It was too far away. We were good eyes to see it from when we stood. And number two said we got hit first. But as soon as he hopped off his mule, Troll Bridge knocked him down.  He didn't wait. Troll Bridge's pipe was stuck in the mud and number two was wounded. So I had to do what was right.  That spent most of his life buying his freedom. This was his one chance he had to own something worth a snake. His spat blood from the bitter taste in his mouth took his blood, married south, and moved across the creepy to the woods. The baby got a taste of sweet, and this boy is my new story begins. We returned to 1850. Act one. The Old Testament alive the railroad drive. Inter-Sweetie, 16th. A vision in a patchwork skirt. She walks through the woods at a fast pace as it being followed. Suddenly, her body jumps out from behind the tree. You scared me! So, you're lucky as me and not those slain-catchin' creeps. I thought I told you to be in your house from Sunday. You did, but mine leads me to pick a powder milk when the trade comes. I'll just be a brat.  Can't make a peach pie without powder milk, don't you? Can I fall? Why don't you write it? Hurry back then, don't stop it though, will you give me? Keep it up! He's breaking his heart. He's a big man, sweet. He gets broke, he'll heal. We can't be worried about the folks no more. We're too young for it. Our duty is to love, make love. Hitch a wagon and walk out into the ocean to live as fish. We spend our days met tonight. Looking at each other's eyes big ol' eyes and swimming. We'd have a whole school of children too. A whole school? Who's gonna be a whole school? The ocean. And we forget about this dusty town and the heat and the farm and the creek Indians trying to slay us so we don't cause. We'd be happy. We'd be fishing. You're something strange gal.  I got the hang of being a man. I like it. I like being a man. You know what else I like? I like getting your mess. You got heavy. I got paper. I got tellin' you. Don't matter. I like to rare. Just for more me, for me to lay my lips off. He bae in certain kisses. They've been named a stern. A figure of mercy in the shadow. Pop him out his head. Can't you just go home now? I thought we were gettin' fishin'. Let's meet tomorrow. There's somethin' that I don't want to tell you. Somethin' I thought I'd lay one in your heart. But you just got here. Yeah. And it's found in here. I'll never leave. That's from the water and leads against the tree to drive. A figure smashes him from behind the tree and drags him into the wood. We hear the swift stab a fork into flesh A stream of blood slid into the creek. All goes cover. M.G. inches drawing the curtain of a glorious dawn over the night sky. I need thee, oh, I need thee, I need thee. Bless me now, my savior. She fetches water from a well, lifts the pail, then tries to suck. Out course of blood, it forms a rope. Oh, come, sweet Jesus. Is that somethin' to do with fish? If we did not have a degree of water, they'd have to slay us all ready on count. We just have to fetch water from the creek. I'm not sure what it'll be like here. I was just sayin' to my husband, number two, how he ran. Well, you smell it. Something they get over it. But we'll win it. Now, for a moment, y'all was company, and I tell you, for the muskiness, I say we should be friends to him. I don't like stinkin' new gutters. The creek's for the stone. It's just nature. The old man had a heat stroke. That's to figure it out, but perhaps you could reason the wine out, too, so that we can drink from the well again after all. Whales keep water. They drink it before we push it. Now, I think here, somebody could push down the well, and drink it all up, and in the way the well's thirsty, and he drank. Now, if I could dance, the breathmaker would laugh, leave his head back, and weep tears in him. But it got to be paid first out there with me. Now, for what's the price? That sweet treat. Sixty-sixty my age, be the price for my dance. Now, pay it down. You want me to pay it? Let's see. You want me to dance? Well, thank you, really. What do you mean, you need to teach? Our children's ain't getting no smarter on account of you. Yes, I'm so. Mary! I'm ashamed I got to remind folks they job every morning. Last thing I want to be is somebody's master with and look at me. One last night, my wife got a shipment in from Kansas. She needs you to help her unbox. So, there's nothing you can do when she's free. We won't go at night. We won't go to our own sort of dance. So, spread the word. I'm her mother. We are ashamed. It takes me three weeks to get over a dustbin. We have no part of this spill. Be a good girl and help her drag his body to the bush. Let's move in before it gives us stinking. We'll take it to the chapel, but we won't cry. But this is our way. They pick up Gooseburg with a picture. It's missing the center, too. Colorado. Lay a hoard down in the mountain in the back against the willow and rub much salt deep in the soils of her neck to land. I want to feel around her like a forest of wind. Shake the fruit from her branches, make a moment so loud while the bell wakes from a non-breed neck and the flock of billboards fill the sky. Brother, I want to lift her. More and more winds rust and wish and whoosh. Then a bell burst like a golden pop in the sweet pollen pop to the stem and a buzz nut. And the sweet pour of a card by name into the tree. I'm going to get none done that way.  Ain't going to be waiting until you soften the snack. Can't even get hard to the side of my head and walking fast. Yeah, you're right. I told you, my calling is to answer the absolute two people. But some days spread my seat like wildfire. It's because I was lost in my kin when I was a baby and now God wants me to make up for it. Populate like Abraham. He was the number two girl. Man had it with women at the age of hundreds making a bone till I died. You're going to be short-lived if you don't pick up a fork and help me stack.   Me and you was cutting the same blank at night. Means we got to work. Means we got to slay the land. Number two takes a drink at the creek and sparks his reflection. It sparks a minute. Enter young number two, 16, in shock. He takes, he too takes a drink from the creek. There's interest with the spears wearing nothing but a loincloth. It is 1823, Indian time. Excuse me. Shh. Oh, what you mean shh?  I said I'm hiding the black bear. The bear come through here. It's just beyond those trees and the bushes give me beauty bears. That bear ain't your clothes. This is four years old. It's called a sackcloth and munch. And if it's a cloth, you be a chicken with no feathers walking up. It's going to be a short story.  A horse is somewhere to lay my hand for the night. Nah, I don't need it. Besides, I can tell you in a way by those shackles on your feet. It's against the law to give a runaway slave a horse in these swamps. Fine. But you're wasting my talents. I know how to squeeze the bear and what the sand is there so he's sleeping. Even where to lay him down and talk him to see for some. You know what I mean? Only eons can wrestle wild with a secret chance. Niggas ain't got the blood for it. My father says you're good if you're all good for making nature grow because you got strong hands. That means you belong in the field. And what he know? Y'all how he say I can wrestle in nature come my way. He give me a gift for it. Bulley? Even when a man look under his feet you find black niggas. Now that means something. Yeah, it made me dirty the shadow of a bear appears. Hey, run for no bear. We got to look into his eyes if we stay ahead of that and let us look into his soul. Then what? Then I see him. They turn around towards the bear's shadow.  And you say maybe I found my black niggas like that. He points his spear at young number two. You're going to be mine. My man. Number two waits for this mission as lights fade to rebuild his life on the very side. Woman? I'm working. It's urgent. It's been happening and I'm used to get this to you alone. Call around. We'll bridge that fence at the trading post. Go with speed. Come with speed. Now here. Speed with speed. Good bird. Traveller destroyed. He found a dead whale. But don't know how he got there. But we moved him to the chapel. And our hands had been on the body. How do you find a man in a whale that deep? Bose. You know what? Ain't no water in there now. He would have drowned if it was. Something lifted him. A mountain. There were water in that well yesterday. Somebody could have met him. What if this month of things we had some part of his activity? The killing. Who said he was killed? They didn't must have been because of the cuts. Plus I found a cross. See, some tools tooth-pitched in the side. And they are a reason he was stabbed. Stabbed? Who said that? His body said something went at him and it was hate, bold and blind. I guess he was cut up and tossed in the well to be lost in darkness. But the killer wasn't so bright. Most birds don't drown him. Most can swim. That's so. Number two lifts the pitch for showing the missing tooth. Course, everybody knows bird. What is it? What you see there? Nothing. I don't see nothing. I swear. Then you're not looking good enough. Look closer, woman. What you see? I see a gap. I see something as twin as I didn't know. And I don't want him to. That bird was making ditches with our dog. Did you know that? Only recent. Only this morning. And you weren't going to tell me? I was. As soon as you... You killed him? You killed the sheriff's only son? It would have got away with it. It would have got away with it except that you'd taken the body from the tomb. You're supposed to save you. Why? That bird was making nature with our dog. The seed of my enemy, plotting his own in the soil of my... Couldn't sleep with the thought of him flying off with her in my dreams. Couldn't get no work done. Don't talk to her slow. It takes some time. Can you be that fool? That bridge may have tricks in her bag, but she knows about me.  I'm godly.  But I've laid with you. You are good at certain things. Certain things can be magnificent. I don't like your mouth. My child, if she plucks even a strand of hair, I'll match my daughter's pain with yours too bold. If she can barely scratches her... Hold! Let me be. Hold us! I'll touch you. Be still.  Your needs are to please me to make lost in children from me not to lay threats. No, Mary-Saw. You lay your body on me and pass a blanket when I'm cold. I am your god. You serve me. There at my mother's womb was a brother who wrapped his cord around my neck and fought me in my mother's belly in the space. We were the light of a pair of hands. And we became our number one big and gladdened, and I came out number two. Blew his deep water with a white mark across my chest. I suppose this caused everyone to treat me like such. I always got the seconds. Always walked behind. We've always forgotten. Until 16, 16 years when the mark took shape of a fist and somehow grew inside me, I could no longer keep it down. Until I was forced to take action. Take a lead and push my brother from a tree. To quiet him. There was no rock. He burst into pieces at the first crash. I figured that's what killed my mother, drove my father crazy and forced me to run away. This mark, you and I both know it grows still. It charges me. It urges me to beat number one. Horse power says it's the mark of the white sun. It's the shape. It's shape. It means my life has no end. I can only be killed by my own blood. No blade, no gun, no curse can take me down. I tested it. Last Sunday when horse read my story, I climbed the mountain, left into the sky, swallowed the sun and did not die. It's true life is out of the world. And that makes me a fool's wife. And that makes me stay loud. And that makes me think life is funny. And that makes me want to fly. George, about her child, you best tell trogridge you killed his son. You best stop this. Or you'll need to swallow more than the sun to calm her revenge. Imogene is back right up one foot away as people pass hearing tales from the three months. Now Imogene, I must preach against this population. Public broadcast is why we have a choice. I can say all that needs to be said and my son is certain. I have to make room for your need so that folks are shown to listen. The wife, when you stay put and listen, calling the sheriff and your grandpa evens is not the way to go about this. Now they couldn't hear. Even if they'd go on and hit you. I can be grand just being worshipping the old spirit so long he can't keep to do. And the sheriff, he ain't never had a slave, so he don't know how to treat his wife and his people. They couldn't hear. You date shepherd husband. And they go sheep.  How you live with yourself? Being a walk. I live with myself. My foot is down. You're getting cheap. Look at it. It's down. It's down on the ground. I have to tell you. No wonder you kept it between me and your father. That's why you couldn't say your name.  I love you. I know. I knew love. But don't worry.  I'm not the killer.  We return to the square. Trade store. Half George Kent's tobacco.  Into Mary's sock with a fruit basket. So pretty. Springtime in November. Three yards. And it's a ribbon. And it moves you. So he teased her a new blouse. And the Lord knows I can't afford it. They also have some coal oil. A jar of molasses. Powdered milk. It'll be healthy today. Colors on you. It brings out your womanly features. Yeah, well, I was just passing through and plum picking and carrying on. I thought you might be needing some fruit to preserve. Who said I preserved? I like my fruits to keep my venture. Oh, right. I believe God makes us all different. Some of us are soft and peachy. Others are hard and rotten. But we all got good centers. So in terms of just got to peel the way the rotten parts to get to the sweet. But we all good.  I can look and tell. Folks got good centers. I think of that when I was five.  Oh, come on, woman. I wanted to tell you before, but I didn't care enough to make it plain. Yes, I do. Here it is. There is a room in this dustball town. I think you're hot, thick, clean. And if I had my way, I'd silence your child. I'd stick a nice size rock down your throat and stick your two lips together to make that yell. And if you jumped, it would be a, oh, well. Life is hard enough with a rooster talk of you waking me in the morning and sometimes kind of waking me in the dead of night but happily doing your empty talk. You come in here and you might be friends. But me and something next, we want to be together. Knock you down. You don't want to stand on your head like a clip to get a better view of the ocean. You look like me. You should have been me. I don't know what it would be. You didn't need that last one for my good bird, but you love sweet. You got a sweet. You got a bird you say? Yeah. Yeah.  You haven't heard? Heard, but nobody ever talked to a bird. The boy, the boy's gone. But your sweet, he ain't. Well, chicks come home to lose. What can I say that I ain't thought before? My boy has a sweet tooth. Couldn't keep him from your farm. He's growing it, so it's his thing. Did he run away? Did she run away? Oh, they'll be back. The bird don't go too long. He's picking. He don't need any woman's bread. Plus, I've heard you, heard yours don't know how to eat. Where they run to? They didn't. No, it was they had. But he's dead after a much, not missing. His lies wait for a long period of time. This father does the same when he gets married. Me and my own brother.  They can make some ends. I saw the body. I wanted to chow him a cell. They even got some of his blood on the dress. I didn't want to break your heart for a woman, but no man was made enough to do it. He's dead. And it was his father who cursed him well. Take my time for his. But when he would give it to me in love, I'll give it to him later. Wow. You know what he said? I just feel sorry for him. It works off in my head. And for what? You ain't never offered it before? He never needed it. But we the same. Outcasts in our own town. Folks look down on me because I'm full-blooded. They need to marry to a negro.  But we the same. Two sides of the same hand. They don't help each other up.    No. But I will for pleasure. Of it won't. Stabbed out of fear. He was drunk. Everybody didn't mean to give this. He teaches his mercy. I read yours. Let me work for you. That's what I'm saying. And know your man don't have time since he's got to keep the justice in town. And now your boy's gone. Look at that strong hand. I can tell. I'll sew so you can breathe. Breathe. Summer. A swallow. Summer. Winter. A dead rare. It means the spring of winter. Your spring is pregnant. Can't be. Who keeps pure?  Let go. I want a child. Not at the birth night. And I won't harm yours. That's how I do it. But her truth is no child is pure. We will be raised by my hand and his heart will be dead to yours. You can't just see it. Let it be see it. She burns a needle in the fire. Let's just it. Mary's time of cough was 13. The time has come for the old, smooth Mary's time. Don't tell your man the time has come for the sweat. She burns the pack on Mary's hand at the beach. In the square, the gene came carrying a sign that reads, Who's stone dies on? Who was a stone? He was peppered. And it was one pepper. And sugar increased. What we're doing is had a bad aim or a myth to escape. Let's go home now. A pepper was a delight. He circles the letter. I wanted to see if you had some hard head. Take a ride. You're blessed, y'all. I think it came from folks' tales. I tell the tales of this time. Me, I keep the stories. And you cushed our time by telling folks their bitter lives. You got them living fear of nature. And you know nature can go. Even your Jesus will be ashamed.   Now you're just an infant. Ain't no man going to ask the world, so get you gone. It's my time. Send it. Then grind crumbs to mix up. Men cover their faces with warrior ink. God, fish, and a bowl of meal on the stove if you should eat. Or should be hidden. And don't start to hear it. No matter I ain't hungry. Still you should eat. Your heart may be heavy, but your gut still needs attention.  Don't bother going out for errands. You don't need your gun forever. I do if I can't breathe. And I won't be able to.  A group of men vote performing a posthum at the Mountain Come Sunset. To avenge Good Bird's death, they're going to break the Greek Indian Camp and kill the chief. With or without me, they'll have his head. For what? Can you use yours? You know the Greeks, they'll have nothing to do with it. They've been threatening us for 16 years, Georgia. Creeping round our town at night, watching us like hawks. I can feel their eyes on my back. Who's one of the great guys? Just look.  Who's got hair and straw for the future? It's all. It's not him. I know him. He would never do this. Since we grew up here, he's been stewing. His hate for you.  I don't know him like that. We go back to sunsets. Days and nights. Just us for years. We only chose to hate each other because our love was so strong.  But he died from it. He'd never kill mine. Oh, he's down to good.  Why came to tell me? She left his tooth. She shows her tooth.  He got the mark. Horse power says he can only be killed by his own blood. We got to get to kill him. Don't matter.  You can share it. You got to be the law and arrest him. You got to call off that dream for sundown for those men go killing the wrong one or a worse kid here. Don't matter. You dare me? Don't matter. What about me?  I ain't strong as you, George. It's the one thing that keeps me in your arms. Your awesome strength. Perhaps you, my man, and me just kisses. But I can't live without my vengeance quick. I gots to touch him. You go and stop that dream.  It's been so long since I touched him. So long. You stopped that dream in this world like most men do. Most here. Like even most gods. She unbails her child's body. She prays. Mary and Sweetie are in the chapel. Come to me.  There are no tricks. How far along are you? Long enough. What's that mean? Two months? Longer. And higher than that. Close to eight. And it went to Jesus. You got to keep him healthy. I got to start mitting. Carve a cradle. Get up quick. Is this nothing that happened? What is the mom? We just got to get you out of town. That's all. We got to get you out of town. Please pause. Well, why? I can't be traveling while I'm pregnant. Don't matter. You got to get. There are planes here. You got to take your first forward. You heard the first lady. You don't believe that, Lord. I've seen things, T. Beautiful things that show. Your eyes can't hardly fathom. I've seen children cured by kisses. Old women made beautiful by scratching their heads. I've seen people spread wings. Fathers turning their backs on their boys. Horrible things.  Babies ripped from the arms of their mothers to pay a debt. I've seen planes and people far worse than those in nature. And I'm afraid these planes are destroying our town. And I never ask you for blood, baby. This one thing you got to do for me. Let me take you away from here to the ocean. I know what you're dreaming. T, let me. Let me keep you sweet. Crete side. Number two tenths of this corn. Colorado inches with the gun. Great man. I thought I'd say it coming to me. I tried, folks, but there were distractions in town. Some creeks killed the sheriff's boy, but we formed an apostle. We're going to raid the creek camp tonight. I just came by to see if you want to join us. I know you ain't one to partake in town affairs, but we're not everybody that owns this fight for water. For all our adventures, we're about to be re-enacted and we'll be fighting that whole army before it gets in. We need to know what to do. If you were asking in the sheriff, you're the sheriff. Don't ask for nothing. He ain't a man. He a vassal.  Part of me don't care. Fight for his son, but since I am, I think I hate the creeks more. No, you don't. Hate don't exist. Only love is what you do. If you hate, be loved, misled. It's love, nevertheless.   You love the sheriff? Hell no. Then you don't hate him. Me? I love him. My direction. Lost life.  If you were doing it last, we'd just talk about it. I ain't got to know all your secrets.  While you work for me, call around the best learner of the continent I am. The best learner that it's best to test me. Toe brands crossed me. Misled the love I had for her. That wasn't good. I didn't stop loving her. Love don't die. And sometimes get distracted and grow around like I'm the growth, but love always grow. Maybe even choke something. In plain, this is my meaning. Best not test me.  Or I might be the whole... choke. Number two skips a rock and a tree. It's frost and new nimble. Young number two is revealed under sunlight, skipping rocks on the rocks. Into a young throat. I can show you how to skip rocks. Number two, I'm a master at it. To show me how to leap off a cliff, you want to show me something. Ooh, somebody's hot.  No. What I can. Likes to be lonesome anyways.  Be my own master. That's what you wanted. Then what I wanted all my life. Then why are you hot? Don't know. Maybe because they're heat. Oh. Think you'd be used to float a swamp by now. Maybe it's because I'm so close to you. Maybe I make you heated. He puts his arms around young trophic's waist. Don't touch me. It ain't normal. So, neither is your aim. You want to skip a rock, best clean it into the water. And use your hips more. You ever made love? I've made plenty of things. Hmm. That mean no. I can teach you a swing or two. But you have to come west and help me build a town with a little voice. Well, why would I do that? Well, like you said, I'm free. And you'd still be. You'd be free with me. Might as well. I know you got the hots for me. You've been dreaming. Stay asleep. Young trophic kisses. Hmm. That looks like we both will. Sun and moon moving to the same house. A solar eclipse. The creek turns black. Number two waits to see trophic. Moonlight falls. We return to the stand. I've been sent to put out your fire. Did God give you strength to do it? For sure, he did. They collide. Choke each other. No. Won't. Won't sleep. Take it, I said. Be with your son. No. He dies. Number two lays it in the creek. Cuts off his hair braid and pockets it. He walks into the wood. It comes up on first time. The faded day is here, number two. The mark of the white sun that grows on your chest. The breathmakers fly as recently. Stolen by a rabbit. Swung by your power. Only you can keep us from being made slaves. Bring the heat, number two. You hear them cries in the night. Follow them. Put the creek Indians on their knees. You are the sun suburb. Set them masses on fire. You come. Stop. Just breathe. That's it, baby. Keep breathing. That's it. Breathe in. Breathe in. She keeps bleaching. She bleeds milking since 1866. 16 years later. Don't let this body move, dude. I'm bleeding like a cut pig, but I'm still a god. Secret number two, poor stone.  Revealing my mind. Poison me and pretend you're kidding.  I don't save them.  You've been creeping in my window. Shooting me goes in my neck. Dropping petals of morning glory in my car. That's an even soul of my woman that cherries. Giving me these shakes of suspensions. Rippin' me apart, but I won't burst. I gotta give you the nosey. Let's come by the pebble.  I'm here to get you a hug. Number two tries to bear it, but feels a sharp thing in his gut. He falls to his knees. Folks been saying you've been bleeding for weeks, number two. They say you've got to run so bad you can't hardly walk.   Your father named you number two, so I guess you think your mother's dead. It's time for you to follow your man back to the cell. It's talking on the shot on so much. You got to be the heart, baby. And I got to kill it.  When somebody else gets killed, but when a man kills his own, it's worse than the killer's cell.  It just leaves a mark. It grows. It just needs help. Oh, I'll put it in the right place. Right between my fists and squeeze it. He's a walking blade. He killed my father, my grand cursed well.  He really belongs to me. You see an earthly god's breast, and it's for our milking. Not hungry. The minute a man claims a part of Mother Earth's flesh, he gets fucked. He goes mad for a meat like a dog, and the first taste of blood. Tune everything in his path of nature, people, history, still all that's left is bones, and spirits of bones that are in the past apologies. Garb with your name into the land.   And I surely would have met his death. Don't you feel the heat force getting hotter in town by the day, and the hotter it gets, the stronger he becomes. The well's still dry, the creek is drying up. Folks is dying Thursdays, and what's worse, the shed is cold. The tax is on us, and treats us worse than dogs. It makes folks work in the cornfields for little to no pay. He doesn't even observe Sundays. Somebody's got to put him down no matter the cost. And we both know I got the blood to do it. The New Testament, I'll lie to the world with you. He was sheriff. He wants a ball built in concrete.  And a charming priest, too, if they want to teach. The sweet corn alone brings $100 a season. Folks, we only got one season, so... Man, you ain't got folks in the foreground right down here just... When they kill Goodbird, it hurts our well. I don't feel sorry for them priests. They think I'm thirsty because God's with me. Oh, quit your coming. Spending 16 years worth of hard work. I know for certain the priests didn't kill Goodbird.  I'm gonna see you a God and woman, too. Just hold back now, and you pray.   I can teach you what you need to say, but what to say to a girl, make her forget how hard you are to look at. Holding up loose women to start my own church. It got saved. Is that what you call it? Don't you mean that?  She mean, but I won't have...  She got cursed up in your eye and never heard callin' the devil. And the way she run the church and boss a minute folk around, she do all the grim sermons that ain't a man but a cap of mine can tell she's right. You know what about that? I could say, folks must think that I was your first elite since you moved here. 32 years have been on this land, ain't a man wrecked once. Don't you do it, Red. If anybody should cry, it should be your wife. I bet I could teach you how to make her mine. At the square, if Jean reaches before women, you've been yourself for tax. She got here early, she might feel a little lost. In case there'd be some nurse for the youth... I'm a little thirsty. Life got me drawn out, but there's a pot still deep down. Being your drunken spirit with our heart... It means to be seen swimming in my hips. Sweet! Right, darling. I just need a drink to calm my nerves. Then dance around with me. Dad, but I appreciate you. You go soft for First Lady now. He needs to come to church and let... You feel just an M, and an M ain't... He spits on it. Three sum and four... Who said I should read the side of both the dough? It's safe. Or be... Or give... Ramon, those are your favorites. No. I just meant these boys' breath. We're doing some dry milk. He got bad bones. And don't forget the rest of this crow. He sure never gonna need that. I can't take it easy. I take it. It's my day to pay. I can't take it easy.  The demons is rising, boy. They're ripping my cherry from my arms, and the cherry's slipping. I can't hold to them no more. I picked up a spirit to practice. Inter-sweet tea and a pedicol. Grand happy. With the ruby skin and blood. Yes, I am. I'm gentle. But I can be rough. I can't even take my mom's breath. I have to see the world. I have to touch the ocean. Plenty of times. It's truly Mother Earth's greatest bounty. Don't let no one see the ocean one day. I reckon it's why God put us here in the first place. Simply to admire... To admire His water covers. You want to hear? I stole the ocean song and put it in the shed. Come, listen. Sweet tea puts a seashell to the ear. What's she singing? She sounds so sad. Yeah, she misses her son. Fancy that. The ocean got a boy. Of course. Her boy is a son. She gives birth to him every morning, only to watch him leave her and rise across the sky. They say she sings a sad song till he returns. So it's best to capture her song tonight. She sings a higher tide than a song for Josie. Wonderful falls in love. He tries to kiss her. You can hang out. Check that horse around the bend. Don't you know who I am or... Yes, I do. He's my destiny.  He grumbles. Then tears rain from his eyes. He runs into her arms to shut her. That is baby as a sweetie. The sweetest honey she can be. He's foiled over cakes and candy. And chopped open a cocoa tree. I knew it. Number two walks out of a ray of light into the square wearing a double breasted suit and steps and hat. His badge is cold. Cold weekend and passing. Yeah, daddy's baby loves her mom. But no one's sweeter than her daddy. He rocks her like the senior highway. He prays to God she'll never leave. He's the only one in town not bothered by the heat. He leads against the statue on the well and lights a cigarette. He won't know. He won't know. He won't know. A wind takes his life. A figure just by her own bridge. He chases the figure and runs into a ray of the collar. They appear in his mails to the chat. Here we go, grandpa. How did that happen? He put on a plate. Don't you ever look at that man in the prayer through here? Ain't no man in the picture. Just been us. We taking a break from working on the wall. Got so hot. He started sweating grease. What? Dude, Lord, I keep mustering how you ever wear that soot shirt but not even break a sweat. No, no, guess it's my move. It's gonna be the best day of my life. My sweet tea coming. Look at that, that's right. I forgot your tea was coming to town. Y'all wouldn't know what a sprout that she left. Shade tail and sassay. Ooh, that girl used to get out of my skin. Cree is Jen. But the devil out there, she owe you. That's cause you treated her immediately to the coup d'oeuvre. Actually, it was about the only woman in town that lost their spirits in your life. Yeah, Lord. Those who have been waiting for so many years.  Ah, that's the gospel truth. You was ugly. And this is Sarah. You all right? You look in office for the best day of your life. Really, no. I'm fine. Just got my head in quick. I'll have joy and whisper a little nothings in my ear again. Got to be playing outside my character. In fact, wait a minute. I'm not sure if you can change it, please. I'm off my teeth, thinking I'm falling. I'm turning into aggression. We'll sit on down, man. It'll be my pleasure. You can't run around on the head no more about your ugly. Sit yourself last night. At least now a girl will have to, well, at least now a girl will have to look before your heart. I'm good at it, man. My heart beat up once in my face.  Tied himself with eyes. Talking soft with gals passing me. Not even trying to pinch their cushions. I got to give them something to lift. So. Get your harness quick. Hardly. I'm looking for freedom. Are you Mr. Freedom? Yeah. There's nobody else in town. We all know David is not by blood, by name. To be on the law. Every man here is free and does all the freedom. Right. But you all share it, right? Mr. Mr. Trogre, you're free. No. Trogre is left. I found him 16 years back. Left without a word. I'm the new law man, number two. Well, it's quite an honor to meet you. I'm first lieutenant, hottest cook. I served in the first Kansas Colored Industry during the Civil War, and now works as a sculptor in that Fort Gibson. And sheriff, I must tell you that this town is nothing short of a miracle. It's something my eyes ain't never seen before. My mind ain't thought possible, and my heart couldn't really give yous to. Negroes.  It's like heaven, but it's so hot.  Y'all got Negro blacks in midst of cannon, carpenters, grossers, schoolteachers, hell. It seemed like even the dogs here beat Negroes. Hold on, hold on. We ain't nobody's dog. You hear me, every boy gets drunk. Been fighting the war for freedom, ain't ever seen it up close. Not real. Here, we put the word free, the good news. Even the land is free. It belongs to all of us, and grows the sweetest corn as far as I can see. Plus it breaks in more money than we know what to do. And I don't know about that. I sure could use two niggas to rub together. That's right. Well, I'm going to tell you all three times. How do we know? Well, actually I was hoping to come and help you. I was told that this land was cursed by the chief of the Negro Indians. He said the sun was hanging heavy over this place, making y'all crazy and dying of thirst. So I was hoping to bring you good news to tell you that help was on the way, but I'm afraid to report the government has given you land to the seminars. We were told by the government we could settle any land we found here. We were told this land was all by right. They gave us their word. Forgive me, but the word hardly survives when compared to another. I have one, sir. Would you like to move? They share freedom. Due to the war, a few land settlements have come into question, and a delegation of chiefs have meant to decide what to do with the land you and Negroes occupied. Because the seminal cheese cannot be expected to take reservations on land that will not grow good cards or live cool streams, they are requesting that you provide homes for them and their families in your time. In order to be a fact throughout the United States, the seminal leaders are willing to live in cohabitation with Negroes, but cannot be expected to incorporate them on equal footing. Be suitably and provideable and governed by the chiefs from this day forward. We, the United States government, trust that this decision shall be met with your full accord. Our serious appreciation Major John B. Sandborn, governed by the same chief that enslaved us. The same man we ran away from to claim, tell your major, we don't have hearts for the baskets here. If the seminal chiefs want to live in our town, they may. But as he is, here there's only room for one chief and that chief is me. Are you sure, sir? We have our town in law and the trees of the United States government cannot stand against it. We will be free or we'll go to war fighting for our land. I understand the frustration, but as one equal to another, you don't want to go against the United States army. They will crush you. Good. We have a long time. At the trade hall, Sweetie wrapped her spoon. The store is a mess.  I was in bloom like tulips in June till I found you. You brought the moon like a sea to swim. I'd drown without you. I was so blue drowning in blues till I found you. My grandma said you were down for good. Well, she wronged. I come back. Yeah? Why'd you leave? Had to. Had to make sense of the world. Couldn't quite get my head around it. You weren't my child, though I gave birth to you with no one to tell me why. They just took you as they found you. I looked up one day and you were gone from my arms and all that was left were two options. I could chew nails to be mad at the world or find my place in it. So I left. I'm sorry. That's your excuse, Colorado. Stop laying around my store, Colorado. I'm gonna chill to dogs, old thieves. I sure ain't gonna chill to them. Oh, God, it's my branch. Yes, ma'am? Meet me at the Creek of Midnight. I've only chance to get away from you. I'll have a coach waiting. Promise me you'll meet me. Promise me. Yes. I told you. I'll clean it up, ma'am. Don't have a hissy. I'm gonna clean it up.   Close he calls me, ma'am. I'm his ma'am. One for her clean to be going upstairs. That's a lie.  Go upstairs, ma'am! Don't you be gone for longer, but at least it's the first thing a woman of the sixteenth year.  That way, long been for you. Man's gone for it. Got any idea how long, ma'am? I didn't come to your visit just so you know. I come to get my son.  Oh, but I do. And he has a father's sweet, and he has his father's sweet tooth on his eyes. And I'm taking him. I'm gonna be dead trying. Sweetie, baby. I told myself I wasn't gonna be late for your arrival. I'm looking at it late. It's the center for all to call me. Jacob, Quinn? Come hug me on your neck. Even if it's harder for a mother than to go Asia without seeing her child. Just look at you, girl. Turn around, girl.  Come up from right along. Turn again, girl. Can you smile now, George? Yeah, something like that. There she sat. How long have you been waiting? Did you eat? You tired? You've been all day coming from Boston. Look, it's your girl. You done put on weight in all the right places. You look good if you're tired. You're long without clothes. I know. I know. I'm sorry for being late. First lady is a need. You know how that is. Let's get you home. I'm making a feast. I'm not so big. You like it? This should more than pay for the food. I may expect my son in dust. If I'm seeing him, I'll be coming here and carrying him more than I've done. Sweetie, exit. She cracks us into a hot rock. Kevin! What way are you going? It's good to see you, brother. Well, sweetie, she's got confidence there. Snatch my heart, break the hole, and disturb her breath. What? What? What call is that? Not to you. So they're not to you. Not to you. Number two, push this past Colorado. I'm going to storm her to the trade post. We'll have George Frank's car. She is rocking on her chest. Where is it, George? West shore bridge. Yeah. Don't laugh at me. I just heard her following my song in the mountain. I know you have been. Tell me where it is, and I'll turn this song to you. Oh, I hear that. I can't believe in that place. It is. Give it to me! I really thought it was number two, but somebody buried her without a dance. They didn't even leave a mark on Lord Stone. And now you're talking about a ghost. No, no. You're trying to get me out of my head, but I won't go. I know what I heard about it. It wasn't a ghost. You cursed at me. It just didn't take, because you're already marked.  Somebody brought it into it. You already been sold.   He grabbed somebody's throat. You didn't know me so much. I killed you. You had the best years of trophy in this life. You had his heart, and he had mine, and that's not me but leftovers. I only keep you alive and watch you long for him like that.  A true bridge can't crawl it out. And smart? Oh, but the smartest thing is to let your godlet breathe. Did I tell you how she taught you how much you did in nursing? Only about a thousand times. You burst into her class and she covered it too. There were all friends. Don't matter. Because in white school you'd still be a person. Because you my seed and mine always leave. Is she a cat drunk or what? Smart as a whip, purge it as fast, Christian as Christ, and purists are way too much to you. You're responsible. Look at it. Ooh, you've got Colorado flushing. You fancy your sweet. Man, that's the curses the baby and the baby was young.  Think that just like life.  Sit down, boy. You're getting ready to eat. You're going to make a whole spread. Make that right, boy. Sit down, boy. Sit at the table. M.G. and Rev. Eatin' first lady and Rev. Y'all ever see anyone when she put down your boots? This is your daughter's homecoming. Oh, I don't care. Let him wear what he wants. Yeah, well, I let your mean-looking friend come into my house.  You don't say nothing about my feet. Come on, Sheriff. Your wife asked you to put on your boots. She a woman with means. She knows something about her tire. You should bless her and cover them nasty toes. Pat Rev. Tell your jaw-dammit wife about her business. This ain't no church. I don't need her amen with my wife. My wife's going to freak the fools.  We got to pray over the phone first of the two. Like, have a rev. Pass me the bee. Buzz, look, don't move a muscle. If number two wants to act like a child, let- Pat Rev. I done asked you to pass me the bees now. I don't want to have to kick you out of my house with all these good food so that we wait for you to defy it. Pass me the bees. Husband, don't you dare. Pass them. If you please.  Yeah. I'm going to put some air in it. Ain't never like it. Not me. I'll write you every day and send dine out. You'll see. I won't let you miss me long. Enough to notice I'm gone. I should have been taken from my own wife. I know what it's like to long for an embrace that no other woman's arm can hold to soak a tear to it milk made for your mouth and then get snatched and thrown into a world where I'm cursed to take it away from that arm's arms in the bee. Because the child was crazy my man. I came all the way west with tears, blood, and stars and so I could put my good wish down into sorrow. So what happened? When I gave my last breath I could put God dead in the face and say, see that? That's only me. Is somebody gonna happen? Well, up here in heaven that's to call me George because I ain't have another no more. I'm as big as a snake. Because I put my good wish down into sorrow. I got to the case to pull you to daddy's bed before you get home. Send me a word of it. Lou. Lou. He exits. She extents the limbs of her slain dog and it figure rises and shatters. It is red high up. She maneuvers the dog on his walls and shatters by her crack. Let's make sure of him. No, I'm serious. Yes, and what? I'll give my good acts. In the dining area everyone eats inside of me. They didn't say what would he be? Yes, he is. No, I'm fine. I only came back because I left a part of myself here. And now that I found it I can't find a good reason to call this place home. Yeah, you can. You better call her up or ain't she better do another one? You haven't changed. You haven't changed. Have you, Paul? Still are you. I know what's best for you, T. Well, you better do what she wants. That she's too young to do what she wants. She's very kind of her. Damn, you can love her. The man wearing a tie. When you know to wear a tie, he didn't love her. You don't matter.  You don't matter. She ain't got the one choice. Marriage is a tie. I ever love you. You ain't. It felt bad because I was born a slave.  It was to get rid of him.   I let you be gone 16 years recently. 16. And I didn't force you back. But once you're back now, I need you. As you can see, I'm getting better. I need you to stay. Nair returns with the pie. Number two keeps. I built this town for you. Bought hundreds and you can carve your name in this way until you got to stay. You're my one. No, you saved that number from somebody else. I'm not yours anymore. Merciful. Number two grasps his life. What's that? Pa, what is it? It's espoused again. They turn it on you. Number two sticks blood. Of course. I think it's time to call it. Yeah, I think you're right. Sister Mary, mind if I make me a plate? Of course not. You and God might cut yourself in the kitchen. Mary, where do you get this food from? It's charity. From a trade store. No, it's poison. Got off-tape. Then witch chores will up and hurt tricks again. Mom, make him routine. Doesn't have enough of this. That's when a man gets settled and his nasty hair comes with claws. That's a clever beast she is. I need to hug her when it hurts. I need to hug her right now. No, Pa, sit. You need to pow. He answers. It's like a while. Had a figure in the spring to hack George with blown poisons and tricks at him through our window. But I ain't seen her. We later just started bleeding through the mouth and said she was putting poison petals in his coffee.  But it didn't harm me. I guess today he figures he's done a mess to the chairs. I think he's losing his mind. His blood. Look, it's sparkling. Do you have a scene of such a thing? What did you put in this pie, Mom? Pies for sweet. Maybe sprinkle sugar on it. That's all. Maybe I should take the thing. See what it do to me. Hope. The tiniest shard of glass spread like a shoe. Cross his piece. I'm gonna beat him to it. So then he quiets. His chamber's gone. So badly. He's not been himself to killing men like these flies, boss and folk running in the town like God.  God knows I've tried. Cricks the coffee. It's all in me.  He just, he just ain't in this world. He's got this whole town. At the law, if Jean stands on a rock and sees thousands of tears fall on her face, she's harping herself to the creeper. When I'm in trouble like a bigger snack show, carries her over the wall. You can change and drink. It's part of the memory. Young number two and young Troy Branch tumble on wrestling. They have ties. I got here first, Troy Branch. This creek land is mine. You cheated. There ain't no way you could row that fast on me. So the wrestling turns into love. Young number two pushes them off. I know what you're doing, Troy Branch. It ain't gonna work. I bet it will. You know you love me. You don't know cause you ain't never been slayed like me. Saw and whipped and made to work for another man's gang. That's the big boy channel. By the will of God made to make love. Big kids. Young number two pushes them off. They can't do this. Too much to turn a blind eye to anything that can curse them. Challenge their new faith. They need us to be men, Troy. Folks can't wrap their head around us this way. I don't care about other folks' heads. God gave me one for a reason. Oh, man. We got to do what's best for our people.  You don't mean that. Look at me. You planned this all along, didn't you? You got in my head, crawled in my heart, just so you could take my land. Don't do this. Well, I ain't letting you take it. This is my land. Young Troy Branch takes its pipe and runs off. So don't do this. You can come back. Number two runs after him before he spits blood. Come back to me. You can have it. Just... It's so wonderful that the suitcase can speak. Sheriff, nah. It's wonderful.  You never stop doing it, Troy. I knew you'd come back for me. I ain't probing, sir. I said my name is wonderful. And I know, I know who you are.   Come, Troy. Wonderful moves holding the spear. Number two close his eyes. Wonderful list of spear and lunges. Wonderful! He freezes, inches sweet teeth. Don't do it. He's my father. I know you hate him, but he's mine. Put it down. Still trimming. Wonderful drops the spear. She embraces wonderful. His back is torn. His face torn. Number two. Number two list of spear. You must sleep, Troy. You must stay asleep. Daddy! She puts her son out of the web and takes the blow. She opens her mouth. We hear the ocean. She falls into wonderful calm. Oh, God. Who? T. Ma. Forgive my father. He's just the man. I'm gonna tell you about spear and lung. Jesus, keep me. Keep my spear before you throw, Ma. Of course. Go in the house, my T.  My grand said, you was the sweetest thing to taste. He said, you were so happy when I was born, you got lifted and blew away like a bird. That's what makes me wonderful, Ma. Sweet teeth, guys. Number two sees his daughter dead and goes wild. Troy! And what's the problem with that? It's a long story. But he needs something. I wanted to give him the wish, but it's still a big deal. I told him, I told him his mom, when he could never die, and he took it to heart. I forgot how to live.  I'm bleeding like a cut pig, but I'm still a god. I'm the new secret. Boss told me your weakness. Liar! He'd never tell you.  Ha! It's a strength to do it, you mean it! Yeah! When that George, when he reaches her, she moves, and he falls for the arms of great height. So, did you come back? Yeah. I come back for you. Wonderful rises and stabs number two in the back. He screams through a sundial. At the square, Mary walks to the weather. You going with the stain? What stain? I don't see no stain here. I'm running deep.   It'd be there to make a point. It'd be there to say, man, wash yourself enough. Ain't no of you that you can wash, girl. Yes. What else can I do with the clean bit? It won't not rain in that 32 years because of the trail. Open tears so we wouldn't remember how long we wept. Stay strong. You got to let yourself get weak. Weak, Mary. You're given major slaves, but I'm telling you, they're free. Weak. Weak for your candy. Weak for energy.  You fall in love with youth.   Black, beautiful as heaven itself.  And you.  Black. Sand. Amphibious Sanctuary across the lake. She's in another place. Dave's. His hair and clothes made. She bears a tattoo of him. Yes. Stay strong. Rockers. We'll be telling the wrong stories. To how to be sad. Rock on people's feet. I said weep. We can endure it for a night. Enjoy your whole life. Comes in the morning. I said weep. Sing in love. Love your face. Love your tongue. Tears fall from this tattoo of number two. It forms a rose. The well stills over. This is it, chief. As you can see there, heathens. It won't be no problem taking a life. I can't let my people settle here. The Greek chief was right. The land must be cursed. Look at how it's raiding. Look at how that water keeps coming out of the statues' eyes. Out of the well.  We've got a magic beyond that. But it don't matter. You don't take this land. Eventually the Greeks will. If that's true, they have their hands full. The people lift their hands. This is a freedom battle for those who are free from sin. The praise rises to the stars just for the moon. Even after their bodies burst into stars. Wonderful deals. We praise Jesus in the open spirit.