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Turn around.

Turn around.

Turn the car round.

Get the hell out of here.

Right now.

Don't go back.

Do not go back there.

Hey!

Hey!

You stole my story!

Well?

I'm sorry, do I...?

I don't believe I 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...

I know you can. I know that.

I don't wanna be assured!

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

... you can call my literary agent...

This is between you and me!

We don't need any outsiders, Mr Rainey.

It is strictly between you and me.

All right. Look Mr. Whoever you are...

...I don't like being accused of plagiarism, if that is in fact what you're accusing me of,...

Chicko inside!

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

You stole my story.

You'll have to 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.

As far as I'm concerned, it is.

Sowing Season.

John Shooter.

Never heard you about.

Never read 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 own satisfaction that his wife was cheating on him, he confronted...

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. Garvin.

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 when 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 then she loved him.

Oh, Shit!

Oh, shit!

Oh, 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. Garvin, I really am.

I'll take a care of this, Mr. Rainey.

Go on back to work.

I didn't write this.

Oh, I thought you did.

No, that's not mine.

Look, this is John Shooter right there.

John Shooter.

It's not me.

Oh, I thought it was one of those what do we call them... hmm, pseudonames. Or -nyms.

N0, I've never used one.

I�ve never used one.

Oh, I can�t imagine why you would, I mean, hide behind some made-up name.

No,...

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

Oh, okey-dokey, then.

A woman who would steal your love,

when your love was all you had

wasn't much of a woman.

That, at least, was Tommy Havelock'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 house came together.

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

Won't you 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 here.

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 is somethink I want to say.

Oh, no.

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

Some women don't know they got the whole world.

And it's right in the front of their nose.

There. That's it.

Not another word from me.

Mr. Rainey.

Can I make you somethink to eat?

No,no. I ate.

Well, earlier. I'm gonna eaten, later.

And I'll make it myself.

You're a good man, Mr. Rainey.

You too, Mrs. Garvyn.

It's my personal business, Mrs. Garvyn.

Thank you very much.

My personal business.

Oh! My pillows!

You're sticking your fingers into 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.

Hey, how's my little baby puppy, did Chicko 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 don't believe them.

But I believe them.

And I was making a sandwich and I had this association that you might not be OK.

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 with...

...the woman has the garden and the guy has the shovel...

Not one of my favorites.

That's good to know.

It was kind of hostile, don't you think?

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

What about the story, Mort?

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

...that I might�ve been influenced by anybody or anything at the time?

Another then Jack Daniels?

I know that part, Amy.

Hand the question.

I don't know.

You've got kind of weird on that one, you�d write it mostly at night, I think...

What do you mean influenced, anyway?

I don't know.

Like by another story?

Look...

...forget it.

Mort!

You swore that 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...

...you know, we should get together sometime, have a drink.

As you know we've been to a lot of the same places.

You know, I gotta go.

So do I.

OK.

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 is comming over later.

He hardly ever comes here.

I usually go to his house.

There's a useful detail.

Thanks for them.

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.

Good bye, Mort.

Good bye, Amy.

Shit. 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.

Look, sure, that's the whole point, isn't it.

Two writers show up with the same story.

It's all about whou wrote the words first.

Would you say that's true?

I suppose I would.

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

I wrote it 7 year ago, 1997.

How'd you get it?

For what I really want to know, how in hell did a...

...big-money scribbling asshole like you get down to a little shitsplat town in Mississippi...

...and steal my goddam 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 1994.

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

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

So if anybody has got a bitch about plagiarism, it's me.

You lie!

No, I don't!

Prove it!

I don't have to prove a think 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 into your house in Riverdale,NewYork and ask your wife Amy for it?

I read it on the book jacket.

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

What the hell does that mean?

What do you think it means?

You ignorant hick!

I'm in the middle of a divorce.

D-I-V-O-R-C-E. Divorce!

You've strike me as the kind of the 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.

You 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 it to you will you go back to where have you came from and leave me alone?

Three days.

Always a pleasure to meet a reader.

I don't wanna call her.

I wanna got a sleep.

I wanna take a nap.

Ok. No nap.

I'll give her the call about the magazine.

I'll go to write some crap for a couple of hours.

And then I'll get to take a nap.

Right?

Chico?

Chicoooo.

Don't be discouraged.

All right, fine.

Go ahead and be discouraged you blind bastard.

You see if I care.

I'm returned to the couch.

In a shame.

Degradation.

Sloth.

Sloth.

Shooter!

I'll get you for this!

Do you hear me?

I'll get you for this!

Chico?

He killed Chico?

Yeah!

Last night around nine.

I was asleep.

Look. He left this.

You've 3 days! I'm not joking!

No Police!

Anytime somebody sits down and writes "No police",

that's just about exactly the time that the fellow-shit get himself over to the police.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, well, that's what I figured.

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

Type a little harder, you have to get through the carbon.

You know, I didn't get the licence plate number.

But I'm sure that it had a Mississippi tags.

I think that it started with an A.

This is what I see in my mind.

Needlepoint.

Can you belive it?

Doc says it's good for the arthritis.

Yeah.

Anyway, anythink you can find out about this guy, I'd really appreciate.

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

I'd like to know what I'm dealing with here, because maybe he's got a violent history.

I mean maybe you can find him, maybe you can talk to him.

I think that would probably be better.

So, you got yourself a member of the crazy folk's 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 is the... the description...

Of course, killing an animal is not like killing a man.

I'm not even sure if that's crime, come to think.

Come on! That's got to be.

What about animal cruelty?

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

Yeah, yeah, maybe.

Ok.

First thing I'm gonna need is the description.

Tell me the truth.

Did you steel it?

What? No!

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

The stories being so much alike.

Well, obviously the guy copied it from me.

Would you like to choose the side before we continue?

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

Which kind of situation is this.

Is he the regular wacko like you've had before, and in which case I can help?

Or is there somethink you should be talking to your lawyer about?

No. This guy is just simply out of his mind.

That's all it is.

Fine. Ok.

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 the real life from the crap you make up for living.

No offence.

Now, this Shooter guy, he threaten your life?

He put a screwdriver through my dog.

Well, he did brake a law,.. ..

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

The sherif...

...must be a cat person.

Yeah, well, I dont exactly feel safe with a 70years old arthritic sheriff watching my back.

Are you gonna help me or not?

Hmmmm, let's see.

I got a corporate loyalty thing,.....

I gotta be back for on Friday, but...

I can give you a couple of days.

OK.

My story came out a couple years...

... before...

... he says he wrote his.

So, I've got a copy of the original at Amy's house, I was just gonna stop by...

...on my way upsate to pick it up.

Amy's house?

Yeah.

Amy and I have splited up six months ago.

I'm sorry.

Yeah. Me too.

Amicable?

Not remotely.

What happened?

Did 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...

...a rotten profession.

Appologize.

What you were saying?

I was saying,...

...that if that's just proof what this guy Shooter wants...

Fine.

I'll show him the magazine, but I think that maybe you should be with me when I show it to him.

No, sure I�m gonna be with you.

Do you remember my rates?

Yeah, an obscene fortune, right?

If you see a black cadilac on the driveway when you get home,

...don't freak out, it's me.

Keeping an eye on things.

OK.

Get a good night�s sleep.

You don't look too hale.

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This is not my beautiful house.

This is not my beautiful wife.

Anymore.

You've scared the shit out of me.

Yeah, I'm sorry about that.

This last week must�ve finally caught up with me.

That's very reassuring, thanks.

Hey, relax, Hemingway.

I was only out ten minutes swear to God.

Already checked the place.

Everything is fine.

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

Do you think you'll be sticking around tonight or...

No. No, 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?

Yeah, even in your toy chest.

I'll be back in the morning.

Start asking around the town.

What the hell you're doing with that sail?

Find out who else saw your nut job.

Tom Greenleaf.

Tom Greanleaf passed by when I was talking to Sooter.

He waved at us, so he must've got a good look at him.

Tom Greenleaf?

How do I get ahold of him?

Bowie's store breakfast every morning 9 AM.

OK. I'll got him.

Don't worry.

Once I found out where this Shooter�s staying...

I�ll stop in for a little freak-me-out chat.

Using a word "we" a lot.

We know what you're doing.

We want you to stop.

We're watching you.

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

Hey, you know what, ah... , are you staying in the town tonight?

Yes, some motel out by Route nine.

Earth Lakeside, I think it's called.

Do you know the place?

Yeah, I know, yeah, I know the place.

OK. Good night.

Hello.

Shit!

I know you're in there shit-head.

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

I'm comming in there swinging.

One...

Two...

I killed the mirror.

And my shower door.

I don't care. I'm just going to smoke.

I'm just going to totally smoke.

First these, get to store to get a brand new pack and 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?

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 the goddamn magazine, you were down to her house today, weren't you?

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

... will you then kindly disappear?

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

You and me, we know that.

Ok, 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've even read your whole story.

Well, I bet that you did.

I know I can do it,

Tod Downey said, helping himself to another ear of corn from the steaming bowl.

I'm sure that in time her dead will be a mystery even to me.

That's how the story ends, pilgrim.

It's the only ending.

You gonna write it for me and get it published and it's gonna have my name on it.

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

Saw that wife of yours comming out of your house.

She is pretty.

My wife?

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

I would if I could.

But I'm starting to think you aren't going to leave me that option.

Do 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 chainsaw you keep in your 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 am here, just low your voice a little.

What is it?

Where have you been, I've been trying to get hold of you all night until this morning.

I was asleep.

Oh great, so you unplugged the phone?

How may I assit to you, Amy?

Oh god, Mort.

What happened, what?

Someone burned down our house.

That's what happened. OK?

What?

Someone burned down our house!

Bye babe.

Pardon Miss, I noticed that you left a hundred dollars on the drawer, so...

Shut up.

Well sure, that's what we call the escort service...

... Please.

Yeah, I mean some guys are less, some guys are hundred,if youlike that kind of thing.

Some guys are less than that.

But I am three, I happened to be three.

You've something on your mouth, just there.

Bye.

Mort.

Hi. Hi.

I'm really sorry about this, Amy.

So am I.

Me too.

Thank you, Ted.

Mr. and Mrs. Rainey?

Yes.

You're 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, I'm a detective to Riverdale P.D.

How do you do? Ted Millner.

This is a fire cheaf Wickersham. Chief.

We won�t keep you long.

The insurance investigator needs to see you at 3.

You're definitely the victims of arsonist.

The fire was started by an incendiary device made with a champagne bottle.

And a couple of cans of gasoline.

Oh, that really works then, aye?

So, first question.

Enemies? Have you got any?

No. No one. No, not a soul.

Would you bother if I answer one or two of these Ted?

It is OK, let's go.

Yeah. I have an enemy.

I'm sorry I wasn't there to meet you this morning,

I spent most of last night poking around the site with the flash light and the Polaroid.

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

Your house and...

I'm very sorry for your lost.

Thank you very much.

Mrs. Evans.

It still is Missis, so.

Fran is fine.

These meetings are hard.

People in your situation are already upset.

And quite often they take the presence of an..

..investigator as an acussation of their torched property.

And in this case you've certainly giving 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.

You'll look it over and then you'll sign in that you're swearing,

that the listed items still belong to you and that they were still in the house when the fire occurred.

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

so that at last will be for my people particulary important.

We're going through a divorce, has not finaly end.

Well,the setlements agreements are done

Everything's been negotiated we're just waiting for it to be signed.

By both parties.

I moved out.

Six months ago and I'm just...

...hadn't gone around the whole stuff yet, that's all.

Been down that road. Sucks.

So, these thinks just have to follow their natural course.

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

That's been my feeling.

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

Thanks.

I'm sorry, excuse me.

Do you actually intend to rubberneck?

I'd hardly think my concern could be construed as rubbernecking.

Amy, he's rubbernecking.

Ok. I'm not gonna to freak out about this but I'm...

Ok. This is our stuff.

Ok, ok. No,no,no. He's right.

This is our stuff! He's right.

He's right. He's right Ted.

He is right, Mr. Millner.

The law says, that you have no right to be looking at the listed items at all.

We're making something like this if nobody minds.

But it looks like Mr. Rainey does.

Yes! Mr. Rainey minds a lot!

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

Yeah, thanks. Sure.

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

Rubbernecker.

Mort.

Wait Mort. I need to ask you something.

What?

This guy Shooter, his story, I mean is this the situation like you had another time?

Ah. 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 anythink remotely like that..

..I paid the guy everything he want me.

Never happened before or since.

Ok. Ok. Ok.

Amy?

What?

You and me and the lawyers is the only people that know about that, right?

Right.

Because you haven't said anything to Ted, certainly not?

No.

Have you said something to Ted?

Come on!

Well, do I have timing or what?

Yes, you do!

I'm really sorry you had to miss that I know how much you like my things.

Oh Jesus. Maybe we will have a little talk.

I'll be back in ten 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 bit strange.

Oh man, listen.

I've appologized to you months ago.

Now look, I know you don't want me in your life.

Guess what? I don't want you in mine either,...

...but untill this little divorce things are done, how much we can do about that?

Now, I tell you something, I'll not let you...

...upsetting my Amy more then you already have.

So, why don�t we just wrap this little things up and then get out of each others lives?

Are we getting a message I'm sending?

Where are we from, Teddy?

Tennesie.

Morty.

I was going to say Mississipi.

Nope, long away from there.

Little place called Shooter's bay.

Come on, Crush!

Five hundred dollars a day.

Where are you when I need you?

Yeah.

Where have you been the whole day?

I'm going to ask you the same question.

Relax. Get fine. I checked the cabin an hour ago.

Yeah, well he showed up an hour ago after you left last night.

Oh, really?

Then he got a busy night.

My office called me about your Riverdale house, I'm so 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 it?

Meeting? Showing him the magazine.

Hell, yes man. I�ve had a shitty year.

I want it settled now. Everything.

Good. Because I called to your agent when I heard about your house.

I figured he�d have the copy of the magazine.

He'll send to you an original by UPS overnight today.

You can pick it up tomorow after 3 o'clock.

You know that was very nice of you.

There's something else.

I caught up with Tom Greenleaf today.

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

And here's the weird one.

He said 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, but I didn't see anybody, wasn't even on the 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.

It depends.

On what?

On what he plans to do to you.

I'm revising my opinion, Mort and 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. That Ted that Amy left me for.

Maybe that's why the guy calls himself Shooter.

Ted wants me to know it's HIM!

He's trying to intimidate me and trying to sent me a message.

Why?

What does he want?

I don't know.

Did you piss him off?

I might have.

Ok. Here's what we do.

What proof do you have that Shooter was in there?

Another 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 gonna go to 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?

9AM sharp!

I'll see you there.

And bring your six-gun, pilgrim.

That is a good ending.

Shit!

Shit!

Pall Mall.

Incredible bastard!

I'm sorry.

Ken?

Tom?

Would you like a pack?

I don't smoke.

Did a guy come in here looking for me around 9 o'clock?

No.

Big guy, kind of a New York cop type?

No. No, doesn't ring a bell.

I overslept.

Well, maybe he did too.

Because he wasn't here.

Yeah.

What are you doing here?

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

Where's your buddy?

I came alone.

Sure you did.

I know what you are 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.

And sign the papers, Mort.

My divorce papers?

Tell her to send them to my lawyer.

Yeah, well, she did and he said, that you won't return his calls foe weeks.

This is about the settlement?

No, just calm down....

Money! It's all about money!

No, what it is about...

....is getting things done, because I'm afraid if we don't who know where might it go.

I think you know what I'm talking about.

Tedy, I think that I do.

But here's the problem.

I don't respond well to intimidation.

Makes me feel icky.

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

I burried my dog, mister!

This whole thing is out of control now.

You know what happened. I know that.

You started this shit.

I'm gonna finish it.

And do me a favor.

Go back and tell that to your filthy,little friend.

Bummer, Ted.

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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 in your responsibility

Tom?

Greenleaf?

Quarter past two.

You laid down about 3 hours.

Your leg asleep when you lay on it ,damn thing.

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

Got tired of waiting.

I've almost pinned a note on you.

I decided not to.

You scare too easy.

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

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

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

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

If you leave them here and I disappear,..

..you're gonna find yourself standing with your head in the noose and your feet in Crisco.

What do you want from me?

Well I told you 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!

No I expect you�ll let yourself go to a 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 to pick it up at 3 o'clock.

There can't be any magazine.

No with that story in it.

That story is mine.

What do you want? Want to kill me?

Well 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 exist.

Your house in two hours....you got some heavy lifting here first.

I�d get rid of it if I were you....

By the way...

If you talk to that sherif of yours again, or if you don�t show up at 4,

I'll burne your life and every person in it like a cane field in a high wind.

And 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 don't take care of myself before the 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've got my hat.

I want it. One way or the other.

Hello.

Mort?

Oh!

Yeah, hi.

I've been so worried about you.

Are you OK?

I'm OK. I'm OK 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 know, Amy!

i don't know. Look....

I'll call you later, I gotta go.

I gotta be somewhere.

What?

What is it, Amy?

Breathe. Breathe.

Take a breath.

Where are you?

Are you at Ted's?

Yeah.

How are you feeling about your Ted, these days?

I don't know.

I love him, I guess.

Oh.

That's good.

I didn't go with another man, you know.

I've always wanted to tell you that I didn't ever go with another man.

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

Well.

If we were over when we were still together you might have to mentioned it.

Because it was news to me.

That's because you weren't here anymore.

You were gone all the time.

I worked at home Amy!

That's not what I mean.

Even if you were with me, you were gone up into your head.

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

I mean really with me for the last two years.

You know what, you're right. You're right.

You're absolutely right. It's all my fault.

No. I was a chicken-shit.

Ted wanted us to tell you together, he kept asking and I kept putting him off.

I�ll never forget that look on your face.

I gotta go!

Mort, wait. Can�t we just....

No! 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 Amy?

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

I know you don't want to deal with and I don't wanna deal with either.

But come on, everything's been negotiated and you don't disagree with a thing ..

..and I don't undrstand why you don't want to sign it.

Don't you want to just get it over with?

Unbelievable!

You were worried about me, I believed.

What an idiot!

I'm worried.

You sound like you did 6 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.

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

You're not going up there?

I�m not going to dance around this anymore.

Once he signs, it�ll be over.

We won�t have these horrible conversations.

I'll go with you.

I just....

I really think that I should go alone there Ted.

It's making no sense.

Just the sight of you is gonna send him.

I was living with that guy for 10years.

I know how to talk to him.

And all I want is this to be over.

Excuse me.

I'll be back at around seven.

Hey, Mr. Rainey?

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

Hi Mr. Rainey.

Mr. Rainey? Are you all right?

I'm sorry. My throat kind of 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, thank god. Thank you.

You're welcome.

You know, the post office would have a cow if they knew we handle the UPS stuff.

I know that and I certainly appreciate it.

You won't tell anyone, will you?

No way! OK then.

Because I saw what you did.

I'm sorry?

I though they'd shoot me if you did.

You gotta go home and lie down, Mr. Rainey.

You don't really look well at all.

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

He's cute.

Got a minute?

Well, no. I really don't right now, but I,....

...I'll give you the call later.

OK. Sure.

I'll give you the call on the phone, ok?

OK.

1995.

Content.

83.

81.

82.

99.

99?

You cut it out!

You son of a bitch!

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 put it on?

I don't know.

Maybe he wanted you to.

Why'd he wante me to put his hat on?

Maybe he wants you to.

Maybe he wants me to what?

To get you confused.

Oh, I'm already confused, pilgrim.

Plenty confused.

So don't talk to me about confusion.

Wait a minute, now, back up just a sec.

What about that?

What about what?

Well pilgrim, Shooter's bay.

And there are half a dozen other details, you've chosen to ignore.

You know what? You're nuts!

I don't need to listen to the shits from you.

And all these coincidences?

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

Aren't I?

Are you?

Well.....

This doesn't make any sence!

Would you like to hear somethig 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?

I know.

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 the people. Shut up!

There is no John Shooter.

No, no... He 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 are you doing is wrong.

Everything you've been doing was wrong.

You have no idea what you have to do.

Evwrything what you're doing is wrong.

What is happening to me?

Oh, I think you know.

I think you have the 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 Mississipi.

Gave me my name.

Told me everything you wanted me to do.

I did damn 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.

You were alone.

I know Tom, look just, pull over for a second, I wanna show you something.

You didn't have a stomach to do it yourself but you knew that I did.

Are we done yet.

We got things all clean up around here?

What's the real reason I've come for?

Fix the story.

That's right.

Fix the ending.

I gotta fix the ending.

And how exactly do you suppose we're gonna to do that?

Mort?

Mort?

Are you there?

I saw your car outside.

Hello.

Mort?

Chicco?

That explains a lot.

What the hell?

Hi.

Oh, Jesus, Mort.

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

It's mine.

Weren't anybody elses.

Mort? What's wrong?

You've got a wrong number, missus.

Ain't no Mort in 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.

I've never put my hand on him, missus. I swear.

He took the coward's way out.

Why are talking this way, Mort?

That's just the only way I talk.

You're scaring me.

It doesn't matter.

You won't be scared any longer.

No!

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 mister's Rainey all along.

You are Mort Rainey!

I've got a place for you.

You are Mort Rainey!

I've got it all picked out.

Mort!

Amy?

Amy?

Amy?

Ted! No!

I know I can do it,

Tod 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 teeth straightened out.

Hey, look, I was kind of wonddering if, sometimes you might possibly....

I don't need a bag.

Mr. Rainey?

Your front door's open, I'm comming in.

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Mort Rainey?

Oh, hey Dave.

I didn't hear you. Come on up.

I'm glad you're here.

I could use the brake.

Working a lunch.

One more in a row.

Yeah.

Listen, we both you and I know what you did.

Ah?

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'll go away.

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

Lot's of people don't feel comfortable.

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, Tod 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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