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Oh, goodness.

Aluminum, huh?

Keep your shoulder up and keep that elbow up, remember?

All right, let's see a practice swing.

Good, Sarah. That's real good.

Come on.

Keep that shoulder up and that elbow up. Watch. Watch right here.

Way to go.

Thanks, Santa.

Heads up, rookie.

Thanks. Nothing like family, eh, Mr. Stone?

You're interfering with my concentration.

I have always templicated family values all the way back to Canaanite.

Swing! By the way, Mr. Stone, What was it you and your lovely wife Rosalind

hoping for before you died? A son or a daughter?

None of your business. A son, I'll bet, to satisfy the insatiable narcissism of

the human male, right?

Not bad.

Yeah, I was just pretending it was your head.

That's very ungrateful. When I've come all the way out here to give you some

mail.

What?

Occupant, occupant, current resident, occupant, junk mail. Mostly one of my

lesser triumphs.

Here.

Take it. Take it.

Carl Traynor.

153 Green Street.

Green Street.

I found it.

Yeah, the pill.

I would have thunk it. It's not the pill.

And it's working.

Carl, you know it doesn't matter to me. It matters to me.

No.

No, I didn't just hear that.

Honey, just pretend it's a dog barking.

Oh, that helps a lot.

Don't worry.

I'll be here and ready when you get back.

Yeah, you'll be ready.

Or will I?

Who are you?

Excuse me, sir.

I'm looking for Mr.

Reed. Mr.

Charles Reed? Oh, man, you don't even have the right house. I never heard of

him. I'm sure this is the right house. I tell you, there's no Charles Reed here.

Now, please, please, go away.

Hey, are you deaf or just plain stupid?

Get the hell out of here!

Finally.

You wouldn't talk to young Brian like that, sir.

He's very special to me.

Well, I got a gun that's very special to me.

I'm going to call the cops.

No, please. You hurt Brian's feelings.

And that makes me mad.

Where the hell's Brian?

This isn't his fault.

We can't protect our life forever.

Let's get back to the rendezvous.

Carl?

I was a cop.

And my wife was raped.

I caught the guy who did it, and I killed him.

Two months later, I died.

I went to hell.

113 of the most vile creatures escaped.

They think they'll beat the devil. Nobody beats me.

How am I supposed to send them back?

The eyes.

Windows to the soul.

Destroy the eyes and go down to get a one -way ticket back home to hell.

But it's not hell you should be scared of.

It's losing your second chance at life on Earth. Time to leave it down to the

deuce.

Can I help you?

Detective Stone, homicide.

Oh, yeah, he was a great boss.

Let me guess, that was his office.

Uh, sir?

Officer?

So which is it, my letters or photos?

Um, no, it was... Who are you? I'm a cop.

Uh, Carl had just left a... Well, it's okay.

I know you didn't smack poor Carl to death.

But you were there, weren't you?

So, we could either talk about this over coffee or down at the station.

Your choice.

Like I said, there were three of them.

There was that kid, Brian, they called him.

Brian? Yeah.

And that crazy English guy, Vic.

And then there was a woman.

Did you get a look at him?

Yeah, right.

I was under the bed.

But you could hear him, right?

Yeah, they were looking for some guy that... Carl had never even heard of.

And then they quarreled, the woman and the English guy.

What about?

I don't know.

How something was the kid's fault, Brian's fault, and

then Vic says she should go back to the rendezvous.

The rendezvous?

What was that?

Sorry.

I didn't jump out and ask them. I don't know what rendezvous it... Excuse me.

Do you have a phone book, yellow page? Yeah. Thank you.

Go ahead.

That's it.

They just left.

And that's when I found Carl.

So, uh...

You married?

Excuse me.

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm looking for a guy named Vic.

He's got an English accent.

You see him?

You a cop?

I'm actually holding a badge out.

Oh, you are a cop.

You didn't have to rush on over.

I mean, the first time I called to complain was last Tuesday.

There was a donut shop you robbed. I bet you'd have been here in ten minutes.

Remind me, what did he do?

Rob you?

Not in the usual sense. He was paying for a single.

Other night, we snuck in a couple of people because it shows how I'm a triple

now. Let me guess.

A woman and a teenage boy.

Now, how would you know that?

The police.

1 -13.

Wakey, wakey, we gotta talk.

What's all this then?

Can you step outside, please?

I see you quite well.

Oh, come on. A little fresh air will help that pasty British complexion of

yours. Give me a lamb and step in front of the door.

Just so I can see you're alive.

Hey, hey, hey, take it easy.

Take it easy. It's all right.

No, no, no. Sit, sit, sit. Sit down.

Sit down.

Sit down.

How you doing?

I'm, uh, I'm Zeke Stone.

You got a last name?

Come on, everybody has a last name, right? I mean, you know, Smith, Jones,

Brady, Partridge.

So, um, tell me about your friends.

They're probably really worried about you now, don't you think?

Unless you tell me where I can find them. I'll let them know you're okay.

Um... So, you thirsty?

Want something to drink?

Maybe a snack?

Let's see what I got.

A quart of milk.

Dated.

Very dated.

I don't suppose you like to eat mustard right out of a jar.

You've done this before, right?

All right, square up to the plate.

You're lefty, okay?

Get your bat up.

Get your elbow up your shoulder. That's it. That's it.

All right.

Now, the ball's going to come zooming out of that chute over there.

When it comes out, just swing.

All right.

Here it comes. Just keep your eye on it and swing easy.

It's all right. It's all right.

Just bring your right foot forward. Bring your right square up to the plate.

That's it.

That's it. Now just watch it.

Just watch it and swing easy.

Wow.

It's like we've got another Ted Williams here.

There's a name I haven't heard in quite a while.

Hey, you're back, huh?

Eh, she's quite a little slugger.

I'm, uh, I'm Zig Stone.

Oh, ha, first in Bristol.

You look a little young to be a Williams fan.

No one's ever had a swing like his.

At least no one that I know about.

Your son's quite the bruiser, I say.

O 'Brien's, uh, he's just a kid, I know.

Sure can suck that ball, gee.

Yeah, he's a fast learner.

Good teacher.

So what, did you play ball or something?

Oh, only in my dreams.

In reality, I was a judge.

What do you do now?

Now?

Now, uh, I spend my time trying to be a little less judgmental.

Well, it was good talking to you.

You can talk later.

Sure. Right.

See you around.

All right.

Did you hear that? He thinks you've got potential.

Maybe I do.

So tell me about your friend, Brian. What's his name?

You mean Vic?

Yeah.

Is it just you and Vic?

It was.

Now there's Tammy, too.

Tammy helps Vic take care of me.

What was that all about earlier today when they just sort of left you there

just took off?

So, uh, why did Vic go to the house on Green Street?

He was looking for someone who used to live there.

What's the matter?

What are you thinking about?

I'm thinking you're starting to sound like Dr. Morris.

Who's Dr.

Morris?

It's all right. It's all right.

Here. Okay. Let me show you something.

Put your bat up again.

Put it up.

Get your elbow up. Shoulder, too. Get this one down.

That's it.

That's it.

You just hit right into the pitch, right?

Okay.

It worked.

Did it.

I'd say so.

There's a doctor you mentioned.

Can you just tell me about him?

Well, he said he was helping, but I just got worse.

Vic and Tammy said that... What do you mean, got worse?

You know, stuff.

My health.

What about your family? Don't you have a family?

Vic and Tammy are about the closest things in the family that I got.

You like these?

Don't really. I don't like them either.

I've got an idea.

You hear bells?

Not there.

He's a pinball wizard.

He's quite a ball player, too.

Hey, Brock.

Why don't you wear that for a while?

Thanks. Yeah, you never know what tenants will leave behind when they skip

on the rent.

Thanks, Max.

I think I'm kind of hungry.

You're hungry?

Yeah, of course it is. What you got up there in Stalag 17?

Mustard.

Oh, ice cream. Ice cream?

Ice cream.

Right, sports fans?

Right, sports fans. Oh, great.

Great, okay.

Sundays. I could use one or two myself.

You, I'm sure, are watching your figure.

Unless you want to watch it for me.

Come on, let's go.

Hey, can I stay here?

No, come on, Dad, let him stay.

I'll keep an eye on him.

Yeah, sure, okay, I'll be the delivery boy.

Excellent rematch, blood.

I need a couple of hot fudge sundaes, extra nuts, vanilla ice cream to go,

please.

I'm sick and tired of Brian screwing up and you and me having to take care of

everything. Not so loud. You'll wake him up.

You shouldn't be talking to this guy.

He could put me in jeopardy. I don't think he's told him a thing.

Well, tomorrow we look for Reed.

It won't be as easy to find this young Brian here. No, we need to find Dr.

Morris first.

Reed is the one that deserves it. You're wrong.

Dr. Morris is just as guilty, maybe even more.

His job was to help Brian.

And all he did was help himself instead.

All right.

All right.

We'll find Dr. Morris.

But after that... Charles Reed.

Hey, Uncle Zeke.

Hey, where's the kid?

I thought you said you were going to watch him.

Yeah, I was watching him. I watched him just about fall asleep by the pinball

machine. I took him upstairs and put him in your room.

How's he?

He's good.

He's asleep.

Oh, there's a lady waiting for you.

Mr. Stone?

Who are you?

I'm Tammy, Brian's sister.

You look surprised.

How'd you find us?

Brian paged me.

Thank you for taking care of him.

He's told me wonderful things about you.

Really?

When?

Oh, just now.

Upstairs.

Well,

I got this for him. Should we take it up?

No. You know, he's asleep.

My boyfriend's with him.

Vic?

Vic's upstairs?

That's right.

Max, is that woman still there?

Excuse me.

This is a private office. Do I know you?

No.

You don't know me.

But I know you.

My secretary... He's gone for the night.

Now, now, Doctor. No phone calls during our little session.

Ah, yes.

Where it all began.

Your number one bestseller.

I have no idea what... Talking about Ryan, you bloody hypocrite. You didn't

a damn about what was best for him, did you? Just as long as your book was the

talk of the town.

Maggie, right?

Yeah. How can I help you?

I'm looking for a house on Green Street.

Actually, 153 Green.

Hmm. Dandy.

Coffee?

No, just a house.

You know, 151 is available right next door.

No, I'm sorry. I'm interested in 153.

Hmm.

I believe that's handled by McDermott Properties, but maybe we could still

something out.

Great.

Is there any way you could pull the chain of title, find out how many owners

place has had? I'm kind of a purist about that.

It's a very good idea. The fewer the owners, the better.

Right, right, exactly.

Think you could get that list to me as soon as tomorrow?

I'll fax it to you first thing in the morning.

Dax. Yeah.

Hey, Max.

Hi.

Hey, can I see this for a second?

Yeah.

Somebody went wacky and beat the shrink to death.

Left all these crazy marks all over his face. You know, if I had a dollar for

every time I wanted to do that.

They even optioned his book into a movie.

Everything in this town except my diary has been optioned into a movie.

Come to think of it.

Hey, Brian.

Thought you might come back here.

Been waiting all afternoon.

Remember your pal, Dr. Morris?

Somebody killed him.

I did a little bit of research.

Seems Dr.

Morris wrote a few books.

His biggest.

It's called Beaten Down. A case study.

By one of his patients that he treated in 1956.

It's a kid who was raised in a pretty broody family.

His stepfather was drunk.

Used to beat him.

Grab a leather belt around his fist.

And then knock the kid unconscious.

Do we have to talk about this?

Not easy for me either, kid.

I was raised by a father who knocked me around pretty good, too.

I was full of monsters.

I was a quiet kid.

One day I walked out of the store.

Later, when the police caught him, he told them that they had caught the wrong

guy. So they put him in a psych ward where Dr. Morris was doing an

The day he went home, he turned to his old ways.

He tried to rob an old man.

The old man fought back.

So the boy beat him to death.

The police tracked him down.

Resisted arrest.

So they shot him.

And he died.

Yeah.

And went to hell for killing the old man.

Which is where he stayed until a few months ago.

Sound familiar, Brian?

What are you doing?

Who are you? I'm just a guy with a job that really sucks.

Especially this time.

I don't get it. You gotta go back, Brian.

I'm sorry.

Well, maybe first you would rather beat me with your fist than

a stepfather did.

I like to see a man drinking alone.

It means he has a troubled mind.

You couldn't have just told me he was the one?

I didn't want to intrude on your fantasy father's day.

Poor kid.

Well, you lose some, you lose some.

Now, why don't you be a good, obedient hell cop and send that sniveling

youngster back home where he belongs?

He was 15 years old when he died.

He wasn't even old enough to drive or...

Probably never even made love with a girl.

Yet he's old enough to go to hell.

Wake up, Mr. Stone. Save your tears.

I've got kids shooting each other over basketball shoes.

I've got 12 -year -olds murdering their own parents with daddy's handgun.

You get them straying down the primrose path when they're young. That's my

motto. Chances are they will never turn back.

Why, Brian?

Because he clearly understood.

That what he was doing was wrong.

He made the choice.

That's the glory of free will.

Why so concerned?

I'm just wondering.

I think there's a deeper yearning at work here. Let me guess.

You're imagining what your life would be like if your own father hadn't been

such a brutal bastard.

Or maybe what Brian's would have been like if he'd had a father like you.

Try to forget about it. You're never going to have children of your own.

Oh, you should talk.

You're mistaken, Ezekiel. The world is full of my offspring.

Why, in the U .S. Congress alone, there are... There's a real tribute.

I'm quite proud of them right now.

Yeah, well, you would be.

You don't have to send me back.

Why couldn't I just move in with you at the hotel?

We could start all over.

It's a nice fantasy.

I don't have any choice.

You just need to know to me?

After all this?

Just like that?

Fancy meeting you here.

What should I say?

Fancy killing you here.

You're just as stupid as the old doctor, aren't you?

Brian doesn't need you, mate.

He's got me and Tammy to take care of him.

We're his real family.

Where'd you come from?

Brian watched a little bit too much TV.

I used to live inside his head.

But now, I'm free to run.

Brian's a good boy, see?

Too bloody good.

Couldn't protect himself.

Oh, now you're gonna do it for him.

It's not bad of you.

Trying to pretend you like him.

I do like him.

Oh, contraire, Mr. Stone.

You're using him.

Just Just like the doctor did.

I think he's had enough of that.

Don't you?

I

don't

see how you could just destroy me so easily.

I wasn't pretending.

Bryan sins his best.

Who's next? Let me guess, the wicked stepfather, right?

Stupid. Three against one.

It's not fair.

I told you.

Now, hold on.

Stone, what'd you do to yourself this time?

Game got a little out of hand.

Well, hold up. You got a fact.

I'll call you back.

I got a fax?

You got a fax.

Wow, my first fax.

So what's the fascination with 153 Green Street?

You're not moving out on me, are you?

No, I just wanted the names of all the people who ever lived there.

You're a freak.

You see, detective, my father hasn't lived there for a long time. I rented

He was a horribly violent man.

My mother put up with it for as long as she could before she threw him out.

The only thing that we share is the name.

You had a stepbrother too, right?

Brian?

I was too young to remember.

My mother tried to put that whole ugly time behind me. Look, I'm sorry. I just

have a couple more questions.

Is your father still alive?

Oh, yes.

I only know because he sometimes tries to get money from me.

Know where I can find him?

Honey, you're the second person today to ask about him.

You have no idea how much these visits mean to the residents.

Many of these men have no families at all.

He'll be so surprised to see me.

I'm sure he will.

He's down the hall in the TV ward, honey. Thank you.

Charles Reid.

Who are you?

I'm Vic.

The new guy.

Looks like you could do with a bit of exercise, mate.

Nice place, this.

Measurable hellhole.

Oh, it's no hellhole.

You can take my word for that.

That's us.

What?

He should be right there.

Where are we going?

Hey!

Pay me back the reward!

Easy, Charlie.

Fine. Easy.

Watch it.

A marvelous place.

Wouldn't you agree, old boy?

Who are you?

Charlie.

It was a young boy who just couldn't get on your good side.

And believe me, he tried.

I'm talking about Brian, your stepson.

He died years ago.

Indeed. But that's not the end of the story.

Because tonight, Charlie Reed, this

is your life.

The final chapter, that is.

No.

You're dead.

Yes, I am.

This isn't the end.

Oh, yes, it is!

I'm real!

And I've been waiting a long, long time to see you again.

I ain't never had a thing in this world but bad luck and

emphysema.

I never... I never meant to hurt you. Oh, shut

up!

Oh, my head hurts.

I could kill you myself!

You cruel, miserable bastard!

Here's the Charlie Reed we all know and love.

Come on, Brian.

This is it.

Come on. What?

What are you waiting for, huh?

No!

Well, this is cozy.

Vic! Not him.

I understand, but you're not the first son who didn't get along with his

It's tough, but I tell you, no man has the father that he wishes he were.

I made a lot of mistakes with my own son.

I guess I'd try to make up for that now with his daughter.

Yeah, well, at least you get a second chance, right?

Yeah, no way.

But you've got to move on. You can't spend your life trying to fill up that

empty space where your father's love should have been.

You'll have children of your own someday and you'll find out exactly what I'm

talking about.

Um, Thurston, you, uh, you mind if we, if we get together again

sometime? Yeah, I just, just talk.

Consider my court in session.

Well, Mr. Stone.

Z.

See, don't brood over things that are beyond your control.

Life is too damn short.