O Brother, Where Art Thou?

Even square with the Lord,
Mississippi's hard-nosed.

You shoulda joined us, Everett.
It couldn'a hurt none.

Hell, it woulda washed away
the stink of that pomade.

Joining you fools in superstition?
Thank you, anyway.

And I like the smell of my hair,
the pleasin' odour's half the point.

You two are
dumber than a bag of hammers.

You're my cross to bear.
Pull over, Everett. Let's give
that coloured boy a lift.

You folks going past Tishomingo?
Sure, hop in.
How you doin', son? Name's Everett.
These two soggy sons of bitches
are Pete and Delmar.

Keep your fingers away from Pete's
mouth, he ain't eaten for 13 years,

'cept prison food and greasy horse.
Thanks for the lift, sir.
My name's Tommy. Tommy Johnson.

How you doin', Tommy?
Say, I haven't seen a house
out here for miles.

Why are you
out in the middle of nowhere?

I had to be at that crossroads
last midnight.

Sell my soul to the devil.
Ain't it a small world,
spiritually speakin'?

Pete and Delmar just been saved.
I'm the only one still unaffiliated.

(Delmar) It's no laughin' matter.
What'd the devil give you for it?
Well, he taught me to play
this here guitar real good.

Oh, son, for that you traded
your everlasting soul?

Well, I wasn't usin' it.
I've always wondered,
what's the devil look like?

Well, there are all manner
of lesser imps and demons,

but Satan hisself is red and scaly
with a bifurcated tail,

- and he carries a hayfork.
- (Tommy) Oh, no. No, sir.

He's white.
As white as you folks.

With empty eyes
and a big, hollow voice.

He travelled around
with a mean old hound, that's right.

He told you to go to Tishomingo?