|Age Range(s)||Adult (36-50), Senior (>50)|
|Type of monologue / Character is||Angry, Scolding, Mocking|
|Description||Mildred Hayes scolds the town priest|
|Details||22 minutes into the film|
Mildred Hayes is the mother of a teenage girl that was raped and killed in a small town in Missouri. After a few months the case is still unsolved and in order to provoke the police department, Mildred paints 3 signs right outside their town with questions directed to the chief of police. The police chief is beloved in the community and most of the town is against her. In this scene Mildred confronts the town’s priest who is visiting her son at home. He asks to take those signs down and this is what she replies..
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MILDRED HAYES: “You know what I was thinking about today? I was thinking about those street gangs they have down in Los Angeles, those Crips and those Bloods. And I was thinkin about that bunch of new laws they came up with in the 1980s, I think it was, to combat those street gangs, those Crips and those Bloods. And, if I remember rightly, the gist of what those new laws were saying was, if you join one of these gangs, and you’re running with them, and down the block one night, unbeknownst to you, one of your fellow Crips or your fellow Bloods shoot up a place or stab a guy...well then, even though you may not know nothing about it and even though you may have just been standing on a street corner, minding your own business..what these new laws said was you’re still culpable. You’re still culpable by the very act of having joined those Crips and those Bloods in the first place. Which got me thinking, Father...that whole type of situation is kinda like you church boys, ain’t it? You got your colors, you got your clubhouse. You’re, for want of a better word, a gang. And if you were upstairs smoking a pipe and reading your Bible...while one of your fellow gang members is downstairs fucking an altar boy, well...Father, just like those Crips and just like those Bloods, you’re culpable..cause you joined the gang, man. I don’t care if you never did shit, you never saw shit, you never heard shit. You joined the gang, you’re culpable. And when a person is culpable to altar boy-fucking, or any kind of boy-fucking, cause I know you guys didn’t really narrow that down...then you kinda forfeit the right to come into my house and say anything about me or my life, or my daughter or my billboards.. So why don’t you just finish up your tea there, Father, and get the fuck out of my kitchen."