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Turn around.

Turn around.

Turn the car around
and get the hell out of here.

Right now.

Don't go back.

Do not go back there.

Hey! Hey!

What the hell's going on here?

You stole my story.

Well?

I'm sorry. Do l...?

- I don't know you.
- I know that.

That doesn't matter. I know you,
Mr. Rainey, that's what matters.

You stole my story.

You're mistaken.
I don't read manuscripts.

You read this one already.
You stole it.

I can assure you that l...

I know you can. I know that.
I don't want to be assured.

If you want to talk to someone about
some grievance you feel you have...

...call my literary agent in New York.
- This is between you and me.

We don't need outsiders, Mr. Rainey.
It is strictly between you and me.

All right, look, mister,
whoever you are...

...I don't like being accused
of plagiarism...

...if that's what you're accusing me of.
Chico, inside.

I don't blame you for not liking it,
but you did it.

You stole my story.

- Leave. I have nothing more to say.
- Yeah, I'll go.

We'll talk more later.

I'm not taking that.

Won't do you any good to
play games with me, Mr. Rainey.

This has got to be settled.

So far as I'm concerned, it is.

"Sowing Season.

John Shooter."

Never heard of you, pal.

Never heard of your story.

Now...

...where was I?

I'm open to suggestions.

If you don't go and bite her,
I'll kill her.

"Four days after George had
confirmed to his satisfaction...

...that his wife was cheating on him,
he confront..."

This is just bad writing.

Just bad writing.

So you know what to do.

Just do it.

No bad writing.

I think that solves it.

Oh, I found one of your stories
in the trash, Mr. Rainey.

I thought you might want it,
so I put it on the table.

Yeah, I see that, Mrs. Garvey.

"Todd Downey thought that a woman
who would steal your love...

...when your love was really all you
had, was not much of a woman.

He, therefore, decided to kill her.

He would bury her in
the deep corner formed...

...where the house and the barn
came together at an extreme angle.

He would bury her where
his wife kept her garden.

The garden she loved
more than she loved him."

Oh, shit. Oh, sh...

Thank God. From the sound of you,
I didn't know what to think.

Let me get this. That's my job.

I'm terribly sorry, Mrs. Garvey.
I really am.

I'll take care of this.
Go on back to work.

- I didn't write this.
- Oh, I thought you did.

No, it's not mine. Look, it says John
Shooter right there. It's not me.

Oh, I thought it was one of those...

...whatchamacallums,
pseudo-names or "-nyms."

No. No, I never used one.
I've never used one.

Oh, I can't imagine why you would.
I mean, hide behind a made-up name.

No. Mrs. Garvey, what I'm trying to tell
you is that someone else wrote this.

Oh. Okey dokey, then.

"A woman who'd steal your love
when your love was all you had...

...wasn't much of a woman.

That, at least,
was Tommy Haverlock's opinion.

He decided to kill her.

He even knew the place he would
bury her. The exact place.

The little patch of garden
she kept in the extreme angle...

...formed where the old and new parts
of the house came together.

He'd bury her in the garden she loved
more than she loved him."

Come to the flea market with me.
It'll be fun.

We've got to get rid of some of
this stuff. Look at this, it's awful.

No wonder they left it.

Oh, my God, look, there's a window.

It's a secret window.

Oh, this is perfect.

I'm gonna put my garden
right there.

It's a secret window, and it'll look down
on a secret garden.

Shit.

I didn't steal it.

What?

Mr. Rainey?

I'm all done.

Really? So soon? Well...

...I'll see you next time.
- Mr. Rainey...

...there's something I want to say.

Some women don't know
a good thing when they got it.

They don't know they got the whole
world right in front of their nose.

There. That's it.

Not another word from me.

Mr. Rainey?

Can I make you something to eat?

No. I ate. Well, earlier.

I'm going to eat later.
And I'll make it myself.

You're a good man, Mr. Rainey.

You too, Mrs. Garvey.

It's my personal business,
Mrs. Garvey. Thank you very much.

My pillows now.

Her sticky, weird fingers
on my privacy.

I didn't steal that story.

I don't think.

- Hello?
- Hello, Mort.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah. I'm all right.

- Why wouldn't I be all right?
- I don't know.

You're up there alone. Anything could
happen and nobody would know.

- I'd know.
- Right.

How's my little baby puppy? Did
Chico get those cataracts removed?

Why did you call, Amy?
What do you want?

I had one of those feelings I get.

I know you think they're stupid
and you don't believe them...

...but I believe them.

I was making a sandwich and I had a
sensation that you might not be okay.

I held off as long as possible.

But then I couldn't anymore,
so here I am.

Well, I don't know what to tell you
except I'm fine.

Nothing weird happened or anything?

Do you remember "Secret Window"?

What?

My story. You know, the one where
the woman has the garden...

...and then the guy has the shovel.

- Not one of my favorites.
- That's good to know.

Well, it was kind of hostile,
don't you think?

Gee, I miss your constructive criticism.
I really do.

What about the story, Mort?

I was just wondering,
do you think it's possible...

...that I might have been influenced
by anybody or anything at that time?

Other than Jack Daniel's?

I know that part, Amy,
hence the question.

I don't know.

You got weird on that one.
You'd write it mostly at night, I think.

- What do you mean, "influenced"?
- I don't know.

Like, by another story?

Look, forget it.

Mort, you swore the one time
was the only time.

Forget it, please.
Please, just forget it. Come on.

How's Ted?

He's fine.

I was thinking that he and I should get
together sometime, have a drink...

...because we've been to a lot
of the same places.

- You know what? I gotta go.
- So do I.

Okay.

- Is he there?
- No.

We're not together.

Wow, well...

...I'd be lying if I said I wasn't on
the verge of doing Snoopy dances.

No, Mort.

What I meant was we're
not together at the moment.

He's coming over later. He hardly ever
comes here. I usually go to his house.

There's a useful detail.
Thanks for that.

Don't ask, then.
It was working just fine that way.

I think you should have him
over to the house more.

Such a nice house. I like it.
I mean, I love it. That's why I bought it.

Goodbye, Mort.

Goodbye, Amy.

Shit. Shit. Shit.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

- You read it?
- I did.

I imagine it rang a bell, didn't it?

Oh, it certainly did.

When did you write it?

I thought you'd ask that.

That's the whole point.

Two writers have the same story,
it's all about who wrote the words first.

- Wouldn't you say that's true?
- I suppose so.

I suppose that's why I came
all the way up here from Mississippi.

I wrote it seven years ago, 1997.

How'd you get it?

That's what I really want to know.

How in the hell did a big
money-scribbling asshole like you...

...get down to a little shitsplat town
in Mississippi...

...and steal my goddamn story?

- Drop it.
- Drop it?

Drop it. What in the hell
do you mean, drop it?

You said you wrote your story in 1997.
I wrote mine in late '94.

It was published for the first time
in June 1995 in a magazine.

Nice try, Mr. Shooter,
but I beat you by two years.

If anybody's got a bitch about
plagiarism, it's me.

You lie!

- No, I don't!
- Prove it!

I don't have to prove a thing to you.

Go look for yourself. Ellery Queen's
Mystery Magazine, June 1995.

- And how am I supposed to find that?
- That's not my problem.

Am I supposed to drive down to your
house in Riverdale, New York...

...and ask your wife, Amy, for it?

I read it on your book jacket.

That's not my house. That's hers.

What the hell does that mean?

What do you think, you ignorant hick?
I'm in the middle of a divorce.

D-l-V-O-R-C-E. Divorce.

You strike me as the kind of guy...

...who's on the lookout for a head
he can knock off with a shovel.

But what you don't understand is,
if we do start to fight...

...it's not going to end...

...until one or the other of us
is dead.

Hold your water,
I'm just getting my smokes.

I don't smoke.

I'll give you three days.

Call your ex and get her to send you
the magazine with your story in it...

...if there is such a magazine...

...and I'll be back.

If I show you, will you go back where
you came from and leave me alone?

Three days.

Always a pleasure to meet a reader.

I don't want to call her.

I want to go to sleep.
I want to take a nap.

Okay. No nap.

I give her a call
about the magazine...

...I go write some crap
for a couple of hours...

...and then I get to take a nap. Right?

Chico?

Chico

Don't be discouraged

All right, go ahead and be
discouraged, you blind bastard.

See if I care.

And returned to the couch...

...in shame...

...degradation...

...and sloth.

Sloth.

Shooter!

I'll get you for this!

You hear me?

I'll get you for this!

Chico? He killed Chico?

Yeah. Last night around 9.
I was asleep.

Look, he left this.

"You have three days.
I'm not joking. No police."

Anytime somebody sits down
and writes "No police"...

...that's exactly the time that a fella
should get himself over to the police.

Yeah, well, that's what I figured.

So, what I've got is a detailed
description of him and his car.

Type a little harder.
You have to get through the carbon.

I didn't get the license plate number...

...but I'm sure it had Mississippi tags,
and I think that it started with an A.

That's what I see in my mind.

Needlepoint. Can you believe it?
Doc says it's good for the arthritis.

Anyway, anything you can find out
about this guy, I'd appreciate it.

I must cut quite an intimidating
law-enforcement figure, huh?

I'd like to know what I'm dealing with.
Maybe he has a violent history.

Maybe you can find him, talk to him.
I think that would be better.

So you got yourself a member
of the crazy folks tribe?

Yeah. I mean, they pop up
every once in a while.

I suppose it's just the price
of selling a few books.

Sorry.

Here's the... Here's that description.

Of course, killing an animal
isn't like killing a man.

I'm not even sure it's a crime,
come to think.

Come on, it's gotta be.
What about animal cruelty?

What about destruction
of private property? What about...?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Maybe.

Okay.

First thing I'm going to need
is a description.

Tell me the truth. Did you steal it?

What? No!

Kind of an amazing coincidence,
don't you think?

The stories being so much alike?

Obviously he copied me. Would you
like to choose a side before we go on?

I'm on your side.
But I still need to know the truth.

Which kind of situation is this?

Is he a regular wacko like you've had
before, in which case I can help...

...or something you should talk
to your lawyer about?

No, this guy is just simply
out of his mind. That's all it is.

Fine. Okay.

What do you want me to do?

I want you to help me
in the same way that...

In the same way that you did before.

He wasn't this crazy.

That guy was just
an obsessed reader...

...who couldn't tell real life from
the crap you make up for a living.

No offense.

Now, this Shooter guy,
he threaten your life?

- He put a screwdriver through my dog.
- Well, he did break a law...

...but it doesn't seem to be a
very important law in Tashmore Lake.

The sheriff must be a cat person.

Yeah, well, I don't exactly feel safe...

...with a 70-year-old arthritic sheriff
watching my back.

Are you gonna help me or not?

Let's see...

...I got a corporate loyalty thing
I got to be back for on Friday...

...but I can give you
a couple of days.

Okay.

My story came out a couple years...

...before he says he wrote his.

I've got a copy of the original
at Amy's house.

I was just gonna stop by
on my way upstate and pick it up.

- Amy's house?
- Yeah.

- Amy and I split up six months ago.
- I'm sorry.

Yeah, me too.

- Amicable?
- Not remotely.

What happened? You finally nail one
of your groupies at a book signing?

The Omaha Barnes and Noble?

That was a dick thing to say,
you know? Rotten profession.

I apologize.

- You were saying?
- I was saying...

...that if it's just proof that this guy
wants, fine. I show him the magazine.

But I think maybe you should
be with me when I do.

No shit,
I'm gonna be with you.

- You remember my rate?
- Yeah. An obscene fortune, right?

You'll see a black Cadillac in the
driveway tonight when you get home.

Don't freak out,
it's me keeping an eye on things.

Okay.

Get a good night's sleep.
You don't look too hot.

This is not my beautiful house.

This is not my beautiful wife.

Anymore.

- You scared the shit out of me.
- Hey, I'm sorry about that.

This last week must have
finally caught up with me.

- That's very reassuring. Thanks.
- Hey, relax, Hemingway.

I was only out 10 minutes,
swear to God.

Already checked the place.
Everything is fine.

Just waiting for you to get back
to let you know.

You think you'll be
sticking around tonight, or...?

No. Not unless you want me to.

No. No.

No, I'm sure it's fine in there.

Nope.

No monsters up here.

Did you check under my bed?

Even in your toy chest.

I'll be back in the morning.
Start asking around town.

What the hell you gonna
do with that, sailor?

Find out who else saw your nut-job.

Tom Greenleaf.

Tom Greenleaf passed by
when I was talking to Shooter.

He waved at us, so he must have
gotten a good look at him.

Tom Greenleaf.
How do I get ahold of him?

Bowie's store,
breakfast every morning, 9 a.m.

Okay, I got it. Don't worry.

Once I find out where
this Shooter's staying...

...I'll stop in for a little freak-me-out
chat. Use the word "we" a lot.

"We know what you're doing. We want
it to stop. We're watching you."

Trust me, he'll hit the road so hard,
it'll hit back.

Hey. You know what?
Are you staying in town tonight?

Yeah, some motel out by Route 9.

Irv's Lakesider, I think it's called.
You know the place?

- Yeah, I know the place.
- Okay.

Good night.

Hello?

Shit.

I know you're in there, shithead!

If you don't come out
by the time I count to five...

...I'm gonna come in swinging.

One.

Two!

I killed a mirror.

And my shower door.

I don't care. I'm just gonna smoke.
I'm just gonna totally smoke.

I'll finish these, go to the store...

I'll finish these, go to the store...

...get a brand-new pack,
smoke the shit out of that one.

Thought you didn't smoke.

I took it up recently for my health.

How are you, Mr. Rainey?

Oh, I'm just peachy, Mr. Shooter.
How are you?

Well, it sounded like you pitched a fit
or something in there.

I don't think you're really
all that well.

Stealing from another man, that don't
seem to have ever bothered you none.

Being caught up on, though.

Or maybe it's just that
successful writers like you...

...throw tantrums when things
don't go the way they expect.

Why didn't you get that magazine?

You were down there at
her house today, weren't you?

If I get this story
and I show it to you...

...will you then kindly disappear?

There isn't any magazine
with that story in it, Mr. Rainey.

You and me, we know that.

Okay, then.

What can we do to make you
feel better?

I want you to fix it.

What would you like me to fix?

My ending.

The one you wrecked.

I can't decide what's worse...

...stealing my story
or ruining the ending.

Mine was perfect.

- I don't think I read your whole story.
- Oh, I bet you did.

"'I know I can do it,'
Todd Downey said...

...helping himself to another ear
of corn from the steaming bowl.

'I'm sure that in time...

...her death will be a mystery
even to me."'

That's how the story ends, pilgrim.
It's the only ending.

You're going to write it for me
and get it published.

And it's gonna have my name on it.

I'd be more than happy to write your
ending, Mr. Shooter.

Saw that wife of yours
coming out of the house.

- She's purty.
- My wife?

Why don't we just
leave her out of this.

Would if I could...

...but I'm starting to think you ain't
gonna leave me that option.

You want to wake up from
one of your stupid naps...

...and find Amy nailed
to your garbage bin?

Or turn on the radio some morning
and hear she came off second-best...

...in a match with the chain saw
you keep out in the shed?

Do you?

You can't get away with it.

I know what you did...

...and I ain't quitting
until right gets put right.

- Is that you, John Wayne?
- Mort?

Are you there? Mort?

Yes, Amy, I'm here.
Just lower your voice a little.

- What is it?
- Where have you been?

I've been trying to get ahold of you
all night and this morning.

I was asleep.

Oh, great, so you unplugged
the phone?

How may I assist you, Amy?

Oh, God, Mort.

What happened? What?

Someone burned down our house.
That's what happened, okay?

- What?
- Someone burned down our house!

Bye, babe.

Pardon me, miss.

- You left $ 100 on the dresser.
- Shut up!

Surely the escort service told
you I was three.

Please.

Some guys are less, some guys
are 100 if you like that kind of thing.

Some guys are less than that,
but I'm three. I happen to be three.

There's something
on your mouth there.

Bye.

Mort!

- Hi.
- Hi.

- I'm really sorry about all this, Amy.
- So am I.

Me too.

Thank you, Ted.

- Mr. And Mrs. Rainey?
- Yes.

- You the owners?
- Yes, we are. We were the owners.

Were the owners?
What do you mean?

You don't own it anymore?

Were Mr. And Mrs. Rainey.
Are the owners.

- I'm Steven Bradley, Riverdale P.D.
- How do you do? Ted Milner.

- This is Fire Chief Wickersham.
- Chief.

We won't keep you long. The insurance
investigator needs to see you at 3.

You're victims of arson. The fire was
started by an incendiary device...

...made with a champagne bottle
and a couple of quarts of gasoline.

Oh, that really works, then, eh?

So first question:

Enemies. You got any?

- No. No one.
- No, no. Not a soul.

Bother you if I answer
one or two of these, Ted?

It's okay. It's cool.

Yeah.

I have an enemy.

Sorry I wasn't there to meet you
this morning.

I spent last night poking around the
site with a flashlight and a Polaroid.

Oops. Broke one of my own rules.

I don't like to call it "the site."
It wasn't a site, it was a house.

Your house,
and I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you very much, Mrs. Evans.

It still says "Mrs."? Fran is fine.

These meetings are hard.

People in your situation
are already upset...

...and quite often
they see an investigator...

...as an accusation that they've
torched their own property.

And in this case, you've given us
a plausible suspect...

...who we'll investigate aggressively
along with the police.

But in the meantime, that's a list of
your claimed insurable property.

Read it and sign an affidavit swearing
that the items still belong to you...

...and that they were inside
when the fire occurred.

I'm told there was a separation
of residence recently...

...so that last bit will be important.

We're going through a divorce.
It's not final yet.

Well, the settlement agreement's
all done.

Everything's been negotiated...

...we're just waiting for it
to be signed by both parties.

I moved out about six months ago...

...and just hadn't gotten around to
hauling all the stuff out yet, so...

Been down that road. Sucks.

These things just have to follow
their natural course.

Things will wrap up when everybody's
ready for that to happen.

That's been my feeling.

In the meantime,
do the best you can with the list.

Thanks.

Do you actually intend
to rubberneck?

I hardly think my concern could be
construed as rubbernecking.

Amy, he's rubbernecking.

I'm not gonna freak out about this,
but, I mean, this is our stuff.

No. All right. He's right.

- This is our stuff.
- He's right. He's right, Ted.

He is right. The law says you have
no right to see the listed items at all.

We wink at things like this if nobody
minds, but it seems Mr. Rainey does.

Yes. Mr. Rainey minds a lot.

Would it help matters
if I took a walk around the block?

- Yes, thanks.
- Sure.

Oh, heck, Ted, live a little.
Make it two.

Rubbernecker.

Mort.

- Wait. I need to ask you something.
- What?

This guy, Shooter. His story. I mean,
is this situation like the other time?

I'm sorry. I wouldn't bring it up,
but it did happen once before.

Look, that is the only time I've ever
done anything remotely like that.

I paid the guy everything he wanted.
Never happened before or since.

- Okay. Okay.
- Okay.

- Amy.
- What?

Only you, me and the lawyers
know about that, right?

Right.

Because you haven't said
anything to Ted. Surely not.

No.

- Have you said something to Ted?
- Come on!

Well, do I have timing or what?

Yes, you do.

Sorry you had to miss that.
I know how much you like my things.

- Oh, Jesus.
- You and me are gonna have a talk.

Be back in 10 minutes.

I'm in trouble.

- I've had enough of your bullshit.
- You're a dick.

Do you feel better?

Yes, I do.

Yeah, look, marriages end.
I'm sorry, but I didn't end yours.

It was done by the time I got there.

Really? You must've thought her
wedding ring was a little strange.

Oh, man. Listen, I apologized
to you months ago.

I know you don't want me in your life.
I don't want you in mine either.

But until this little divorce thing's
done, not much we can do about it.

But I will not let you upset Amy
any more than you already have.

So why don't we just wrap this thing
up and get out of each other's lives...?

Are we getting the message
I'm sending?

Where are we from, Teddy?

Tennessee...

...Morty.

I was gonna say Mississippi.

No. Long way from there.
Little place called Shooter's Bay.

Come on, Karsch.

Five hundred dollars a day.
Where are you when I need you?

What...?

What fresh hell...?

- Yeah?
- Where you been all day?

I might ask you the same question.

Relax, you're fine.
I checked the cabin an hour ago.

Well, he showed up an hour
after you left last night.

Oh, really?
Then he had a busy night.

My office called me about
your Riverdale house. I'm sorry.

The worst part is, I hadn't had
a chance to get the magazine out.

The one with the story he says I stole.

That's gone up in smoke now.

Do you still want to go through with it?
Meeting? Showing him the magazine?

Hell, yes, man.

I've had a shitty year.
I want it settled now. Everything.

Good. I called your agent
when I heard about the house.

I figured he'd have a copy
of the magazine.

He sent the original by UPS
overnight today.

You can pick it up tomorrow after 3.

I knew there was a reason I hired you.

There's something else.

I caught up with your
Tom Greenleaf today.

The guy who drove past you
and Shooter on the lake road.

Well, he's a weird one.

First he says he did go down
to the Lake Drive on Tuesday...

...and he saw you like you said.

But then he gets nervous and says:

"No, come to think of it, I didn't.
Didn't see anybody.

Wasn't even on Lake Drive
on Tuesday."

Yeah, well, Tom's old.
Maybe just slipped his mind.

Don't be naive.

He was scared shitless.
Somebody got to him.

Come on, wait.

Why would Shooter care if
Tom Greenleaf knows he's here?

- Well, it depends.
- On what?

On what he plans to do to you.

I'm revising my opinion, Mort.
I don't think Shooter's just some nut.

We need to consider the possibility
that he was hired to do this.

Somebody with a grudge against you
hires a tough guy to rattle you...

...scare you to death.

But he hires the wrong guy.

Things get out of control.

They go further than
they're supposed to.

Dead dogs...

...burnt-down houses.

Now he can't call him off.

- Ted.
- Who?

Ted. Amy's Ted.

The Ted that Amy left me for.

That's why he calls himself Shooter.
Ted wants me to know it's him.

He's trying to intimidate me,
trying to send me a message.

- Why? What does he want?
- I don't know.

Did you piss him off?

- I might have.
- Okay, here's what we do.

What proof do you have
that Shooter was there?

Other than the manuscript.
Physical evidence, I'm talking about.

Bruises. I got bruises on my arms
from where he grabbed me.

All right.

You and me are going to
go see Greenleaf together.

All right.

Bring the manuscript.
Bring your bruises.

I'm gonna push the guy hard,
make it impossible for him to lie.

If he'll tell the police he was
threatened too, we've got something.

Bowie's store, breakfast?

9 a.m. Sharp.

I'll see you there.

And bring your six-gun, pilgrim.

It is a good ending.

Oh, shit.

Shit.

Pall Mall.

Cracker bastard.

Sorry.

Ken?

Tom?

Would you like a pack?

I don't smoke.

Did a guy come in here
looking for me around 9:00?

- No.
- Big guy, kind of a New York-cop type.

No. No, that doesn't ring a bell.

I overslept.

Well, maybe he did too,
because he wasn't here.

Yeah.

What are you doing here?

Matter of fact, I was just on my way
over to your place.

Where's your buddy?

- Came alone.
- Sure you did.

I know what you're up to.

Look, Mort...

A lot of what's going on right now
is my fault.

Most of it, in fact.

What do you want?

I want you out of our life.

Gotta sign your papers, Mort.

My divorce papers?
Tell her to send them to my lawyer.

She did. He said that you won't return
his calls for weeks.

- This is about the settlement?
- Just calm down.

- Money?
- It's not about money.

This is about getting this thing done.

Because I'm afraid if we don't,
who knows where it might go.

I think you know what I mean.

Well, Teddy, I think I do,
but here's the problem:

I don't respond well to intimidation.
Makes me feel icky. You know?

You know, I'm attempting to have
a normal conversation here.

I buried my dog, mister.

This whole thing is out of your
control now. You know it, I know it.

You started this shit,
I'm gonna finish it.

Now, do me a favor, go back
and tell that to your filthy little friend.

God!

Bummer, Ted.

- Yeah?
- Go to where we met the other day.

Walk down the path a little way.

- Why?
- I'll catch up with you this afternoon.

Anybody you call between
now and then is your responsibility.

Tom?

Greenleaf?

Quarter past 2.

You been out about three hours.

Your leg's sleeping.
You laid on the damn thing.

Now, I would have moved you,
but I didn't want to wake you.

Got tired of waiting.

Almost pinned a note on you.
Decided not to.

You scare too easy.

I wouldn't go too far if I were you.

I hooked you to those two men
in more ways than you know.

You're insane.
I'm going to the police.

Whose screwdriver you think
is in that fella's head?

If you leave them here
and I disappear...

...you'll find yourself standing
with your head in the noose...

...and your feet in Crisco.

What do you want from me?

Why, I told you that already,
Mr. Rainey.

I want you to fix my story.
The one you stole.

Or ain't you ready to admit it yet?

I did not steal your story.

I expect you'll let yourself
go to Greenhaven for murder...

...before you'll admit it.

I have the magazine, you lunatic!

I have the magazine!

I have the goddamn magazine!

You have this so-called magazine
right now?

On me, no.

I was gonna go pick it up at 3:00.

There can't be any magazine.

Not with that story in it.
That story is mine.

What do you want? To kill me?
Why don't you just do it? Just kill me.

No, sir.

These others here were gonna
get in the way of our business.

I couldn't have that.

You bring me that story...

...if it exists.

Your house in two hours.

You got some heavy lifting here first.
I'd get to it if I were you.

By the way...

...if you talk to that sheriff
of yours again...

...or if you don't show up at 4:00...

...I will burn your life
and every person in it...

...like a cane field in a high wind.

When I show you the magazine that
has my name on the contents page...

...with my story inside...

...then what?
- Then I turn myself in.

But I'd take care of myself
before a trial, Mr. Rainey.

Because if things turn out that way...

...then I suppose I am crazy.

And that kind of crazy man...

...has no reason or excuse to live.

Listen, you got my hat.

I want it, one way or the other.

- Hello?
- Mort?

Yeah, hi.

I've been so worried about you.
Are you okay?

- I'm okay. I'm okay, Amy.
- Are you sure?

When I saw you yesterday,
you seemed so strained. I mean...

- What?
- Do you...?

Do you think things would've been
different if we hadn't lost the baby?

Jesus Christ, I don't...
Amy, I don't know.

Let me call you later. I gotta go.
I gotta be somewhere.

What? What is it, Amy?

Breathe. Breathe.

Take a breath.

Where are you? You at Ted's?

Yeah.

How we feeling about
old Ted these days?

I don't know.

I love him, I guess.

- That's good.
- I didn't go with other men, you know.

I always wanted to tell you
that I didn't go with other men.

Only Ted, and only the last few months
after you and me were already over.

If we were over while we were still
together, you might've mentioned it...

...because it was news to me.

That's because you weren't
there anymore.

You were gone all the time.

I worked at home, Amy!

That's not what I mean.

Even when you were with me,
you were gone, up in your head.

I don't think that I looked in your eyes
and saw you looking back at me...

...I mean, really with me,
for the last two years.

You know what, you're right.
You're absolutely right. It's all my fault.

No. I was a chickenshit.

Ted wanted us to tell you together.
He kept asking, I kept putting it off.

I'll never forget that look
on your face.

Get out! Get out!

- I gotta go.
- Mort, wait. Can't we just...?

No! I've gotta go.

- Will you call me if you need me?
- I doubt it.

- Can I come up there?
- Why on earth would you do that?

You still haven't signed
the papers yet, Mort.

I know you don't want to deal with it.
Me neither.

But everything's been negotiated.
We don't disagree on a thing.

I don't understand why you won't sign.
Don't you want to get it over with?

Unbelievable.

You were worried about me,
and I believed you.

- What an idiot.
- I am worried.

You sound like you did six months
ago, and I think it's my fault.

It's my fault, and I wish
I could take it back, but I can't.

I guess you shouldn't have
fucked him, then!

You're not going up there?

I am not going to
dance around this anymore.

Once he signs, it'll be over. We won't
have these horrible conversations.

All right, well, I'm going with you.

I just... I really think
I should go alone, Ted.

Well, that makes no sense.

Just the sight of you
is gonna send him.

I was married to the guy for 10 years,
I know how to talk to him.

All I want is for this to be over.

Excuse me.

I'll be back around 7.

Hey, Mr. Rainey!

- I'd like to...
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey. Mr. Rainey.

Mr. Rainey, are you all right?

I'm sorry, my throat just
double-clutched on me for a second.

- You're very pale.
- Yeah, thank you.

Did the UPS guy
drop anything off for me?

- Just the one thing.
- Pardon me?

Just the one thing, I said.

- Oh. Yeah. Thank you.
- Welcome.

Post office would have a cow if they
knew we handled the UPS guy's stuff.

I know that,
and I certainly appreciate it.

You won't tell them, will you?

- No way.
- Good.

Because I saw what you did.

- I'm sorry?
- I said, they'd shoot me if you did.

You ought to go home and lie down,
Mr. Rainey.

You don't look well at all.

Yeah, that's... That's a good idea.

Cute.

- Got a minute?
- Well, no. I really don't right now.

But I'll give you a call later.

Okay. Sure.

I'm gonna call you
on the phone, okay?

Okay.

Nineteen ninety-five.

Contents.

Eighty-three. Eighty-three.

Eighty-one.

Eighty-two.

Ninety-nine.

Ninety-nine.

You cut it out.

You son of a bitch.

You cut it...

...out of the magazine.

Wait a minute.
How would he do that?

I don't know...

...but he did it.

Think about it.

How?

I don't know.

Why'd you put it on?

I don't know.

Maybe he wanted you to.

Why would he want me
to put his hat on?

Maybe he wants you to...

Maybe he wants me to what?

To get confused.

Oh, I'm already confused, pilgrim.
Plenty confused.

So don't talk to me about confusion.

Wait a minute. Back up just a sec.
What about that?

What about what?

Well, "pilgrim." "Shooter's Bay."

And the half a dozen other details
you've chosen to ignore.

You know what? You're nuts. I don't
need to listen to this shit from you.

Are all these things coincidences?

I'm wearing his bruises, aren't I?

- Aren't I?
- Are you?

Well...

This doesn't make any sense.

Would you like to hear something that
does make sense? Call the police.

Call Dave Newsome, tell him to come
here this second and lock you up...

...before you can do
any more damage.

I'm gonna get a knife
and cut you out of me.

Before you kill anyone else.

I didn't kill anybody.

- You had a gun.
- Wasn't loaded.

- Really?
- No.

You almost killed them.
You wanted to.

The gun was not loaded!

- You still want to.
- Shut up!

Listen to me.
Because this is how it happens.

- This is how it happens to people.
- Shut up!

There is no John Shooter.

There never has been.
You invented him.

Listen to me, not to him,
before it's too late.

Leave me alone!

You are alone.

You're not handling this.

What you're doing is wrong.

You have no idea
what you're doing.

You've been eating potato chips
this way for 30 years. For 30 years.

Sister found out about
the broken window.

The school had to be withdrawn
from the competition.

Sister found out about
the broken windows.

Then she got up from the table.
We didn't talk for the rest of the night.

Todd Downey thought a woman
who'd steal your love...

- What does Todd have to do with it?
- Everything.

I'm starting to believe
Todd was right.

Everything that you're doing
is wrong.

What is happening to me?

Oh, I think you know.
I think you have a real good idea.

You don't exist.

Me? I exist, Mr. Rainey.

I exist because you made me.

- Check it out.
- You thought me up.

I'm a dairy farmer from Mississippi.

Gave me my name.

Told me everything
you wanted me to do.

I did them things
so you wouldn't have to.

Right up there, Tom.
We were standing right there.

Yeah, I know, Mort. I saw you.

I didn't want to say it in front of him,
but you were alone.

I know, Tom. Look, just pull over for a
second. I want to show you something.

Didn't have the stomach to do it
yourself, but you knew I did.

Are we done yet?

We got things all cleaned up
around here?

What's the real reason I come for?

- Fix the story.
- That's right.

Fix the ending.

Got to fix the ending.

And how exactly do you suppose
we ought to do that?

Mort?

Mort?

Are you there?
I saw your car outside.

Hello?

Mort?

Chico?

That explains a lot.

What the hell?

Hi.

Jesus, Mort.

Where'd you get that old thing?
The attic?

It's mine.

Wasn't ever anybody else's.

Mort, what's wrong?

You got you a wrong number, missus.

Ain't no Mort here.

Mort's dead.

He did a lot of squirming around...

...but in the end he couldn't lie to
himself anymore, let alone to me.

Now, I never put a hand on him,
missus. I swear.

He took the coward's way out.

- Why are you talking this way?
- That's just the way I talk.

You're scaring me.

It don't matter.
You won't be scared long.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Help!

I'm about done fussing with you.

I am so sorry, missus...

...but right is right
and fair is fair...

...and something has got to be done.

By the way, I want you to know
that none of this was my idea.

It was Mr. Rainey all along.

You are Mort Rainey.

I got a place for you.

You are Mort Rainey.

I got it all picked out.

You are Mort Rainey.

Mort...

Amy?

- Amy?
- Ted.

- Amy?
- Ted! No!

No!

"'I know I can do it,'
Todd Downey said...

...helping himself to another ear
of corn from the steaming bowl.

'I'm sure that in time...

...her death will be a mystery...

...even to me."'

Hi.

Hi.

I'm kind of late.

Hi.

Hi.

- Braces.
- Yeah.

Getting a few things
straightened out.

I was kind of wondering if sometime
you might possibly be interested in...

I don't need a bag.

Mr. Rainey?

Your front door's open.
I'm coming in.

Mr. Rainey?

- Mort Rainey?
- Oh, hi, Dave.

I didn't hear you.
Come on up.

Glad you're here.
I could use the break.

Working lunch. I'm on a roll.

Yeah.

Both you and I know what you did.

Maybe we don't have enough to
put you away now, but eventually...

...we'll find those bodies.

We'll tie you to them...

...and you're going away.

In the meantime, I'd appreciate it if
you didn't come into town anymore.

Makes people uncomfortable.

You can do your shopping
in New London.

Did you hear what I said?

Sure. No problem.

You know...

...the only thing that matters
is the ending.

It's the most important part
of the story, the ending.

And this one...

...is very good.

This one's perfect.

"'I know I can do it, '
Todd Downey said...

...helping himself to another ear
of corn from the steaming bowl.

'I'm sure that in time...

...every bit of her will be gone.

And her death will be a mystery...

...even to me. "'

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