 I'm not sure what you're asking me. I got a telephone call, Ruby. Now, either they're stretching the wires down to Hades these days, or your daddy's alive and well and walking around on Earth. You don't have a telephone. Telephone up the post office. Must have been a mistake. I don't like liars. Mm-hmm. Did he beat you, Ruby? Mm-hmm. Son of a bitch. What'd he want?