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SHELBY: Flora!
Lee?
Priscilla?
having a Café Du Monde beignet.
LEE: Who was this guy?
those boys could fend for themselves.
She was dying of hunger and thirst.
Sweet Priscilla.
(exhales)
LEE: Time for some answers.
there can be no friendship between the dead
And you will never have
Matt?
(panting): Serve.
Speak.
We'll burn the house down.
I never saw her again.
Flora! Flora?
Uh, sorry.
This thin gruel will not quiet our bellies, we need real food.
Spirits of the north, south, east, west,
Whoa. What? What?
And that's Lee coming back...
Had I that child,
(sighs)
Gods of this earth and the next,
explain away things that you've seen?
Is it her?
I don't know.
could've had someone outside
MAN: After what happened,
LEE: Flora!
FBI, cops. Grieving mother bullshit?
(chuckling): ...if you're particularly gauche.
May I have the bonnet, please?
SHELBY: Flora?
We looked him up.
and I wasn't gonna let him get away with it.
she had accidentally tossed 'em out
Croatoan.
We were each responsible for searching
I shall stack the bodies high as cordwood.
I can do my own interrogating. Hey, sir!
Flora's everything that I have!
Oh, my God.
Which is exactly what will happen
to see if they knew anything, but...
We stay where my husband left us.
I repent,
SHELBY: He was right.
from the owners of the house
I have been purified
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