:44:00
Shouldn't you be doing
whatever you have to
:44:02
to work again?
:44:03
What would that be?
:44:05
I don't know.
:44:06
But with that drink,
:44:07
you're cutting yourself
off from your gift
:44:10
and your fellow man
:44:11
and everything your art is about.
:44:13
Oh, no, son.
:44:14
I'm building a levee...
:44:16
gulp by gulp,
brick by brick...
:44:18
Putting up a levee
:44:20
to keep that raging river of manure
:44:22
from lapping at my door.
:44:23
Maybe you better, too, Barton,
:44:25
before you get buried
under his manure.
:44:27
My honey pretends
to be impatient with me,
:44:29
but she'll put up with anything.
:44:31
Not anything, Bill.
:44:33
Don't test me.
:44:34
You're lucky she puts up with you
as much as she does.
:44:38
Maybe to a schoolboy's eyes.
:44:39
People who know about
the human heart, though,
:44:42
maybe they'd say,
"Bill over here,
:44:43
he gives his honey love,
:44:45
and she pays him back with pity,
:44:47
the basest coin there is."
:44:49
Stop it, Bill.
:44:51
Gone are the days
:44:52
When my heart was young and gay
:44:56
Gone are my friends
:44:59
From the cotton fields away
:45:04
Gone from the earth
:45:06
To a better land I know
:45:09
I hear their gentle voices
:45:12
[Urinating]
:45:13
Callin'Old Black Joe
:45:17
I'm comin'
:45:19
I'm comin'
:45:21
Oh, my head is bending low
:45:26
I hear their gentle...
:45:29
The truth, my honey, is a tart
:45:32
that does not bear scrutiny.
:45:35
Breach my levee at your peril!
:45:38
Gone are my friends
:45:41
From the cotton fields...
:45:43
That son of a bitch!
:45:45
Don't get me wrong.
He's a fine writer.
:45:47
Gone from the earth
:45:50
Are you all right?
:45:51
To a better life I know
:45:53
Audrey, y-you can't...
:45:55
Oh, Barton.
:45:57
You can't put up with that.
:45:59
Old Black Joe