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- Have any pie?
- Nope.

No pie, no pizza, no kitchen.

Just booze.

You got pickles.

Guess I'll have a beer.

- Which beer?
- Can I try what she's having?

Me too.

Think anyone's ever made
a pie out of pickles?

I hope not.

There are people that eat
pickles with ice cream.

Pregnant women maybe, but I never
heard anybody making a pie out of pickles.

Then who buys them?

- I'd like to get pickled.
- You are, baby.

So where is it you're coming from?

From the West.

West of what?
This is the West.

Vancouver.

You must not be in much of a hurry.

- What makes you say that?
- You'd be on the Interstate.

I don't like the billboards.

No billboards on the Interstate.

I'm empty, in case
you were keeping track.

Fucking allergies.

I'm not even 30, and I got
six things wrong with me.

- Look at this shit.
- Corn is good.

What?

Corn, if it's fresh.

Corn.

Sometimes it will make you feel better.

Really.

Corn.

Would you please move?

What's your problem?

You're my problem, Casper.

You've been drinking here since noon,

and I don't think you've got the
money for what you're buying.

Your phone's ringing, dickwad.

I want you to get the fuck out of here.

Here you go.
I got some money.

I thought it was customary for a
person to pay when a person's finished.

You're finished.

Now pay or, like I said,
get the fuck out of here.

Here you go. I'll pay.

Boy, that guy was mad.

He's an asshole.

Casper, like the ghost?

Casper like shit.
That's not my name.

- My name's Laurie.
- Laurie. That's a nice name.

- L-a-u-r-i-e.
- Laurie.

Four vowels to two consonants.

That's rare, you know.

Almost all the vowels:
"A," "e," "I," "u."

Only one I don't have is an "o."

So if your name was Tony,
it'd be perfect.

What is your name?

- Bob.
- Uh-uh.

So you got the "o."

Got the "o."
Guess that makes me okay.

Uh-huh.

You're sweet.

Do you like to get high?

How?

Pull over.

Turn the lights out.

Don't turn the engine off.

Could I get a little heat,
please? It's cold.

Where are you going?
There must have been a bear.

What is this? amaretto.

- It's sweet.
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, it is.

Casper.

I wonder if I was right about the bear.

It could have been the wind that
knocked over the garbage can.

I've never done anything violent to anybody.

Just the minimum that was necessary.

No fear, no pain. They just go to sleep.

But after it's done, there's no
going back, no second chance.

If I made a mistake, I'll pay for it.

You don't always choose what you do.
Sometimes, what you do chooses you.

That's where discipline comes in.

I like the details of a thing,

especially if it's got a purpose.

Between sundown and sunup, no loitering
on the beach. You can't spend the night.

I didn't know.
I'm sorry.

You must have missed the sign.
It's posted at the entrance.

Can I see your license
and registration, please?

Registration?

- You on a trip?
- Uh-huh.

Just seeing the country.

This place is so pretty,
I decided to stop for a while.

If you're gonna stay, I suggest
you get yourself a room.

You're right.
I'll look in the paper.

I just got one.

Just got one.

Okay, then. I'll be swinging
back around in about 15 minutes.

Don't worry. I won't be here.
I won't fall back asleep again.

Thanks.
I mean it. Thanks a lot.

I... I called about the room
for rent. My name is Vann.

I thought we said 5:00.
We did. I just thought...

I can come back later
if you want. I...

Are you Mrs. Durwin? yes, I am.

It's me. I'm Vann. I
called... I know. You said.

I'm sorry I came so early. I was just
afraid you'd rent the room to somebody else.

Okay. Since you're here, you
might as well see it. Come on in.

The room has a separate
entrance, plus it overlooks the garden.

In the spring, it's quite
lovely; The light in here.

It's nice right now.
I like the fall.

This has got a shower.

But also there's a bath down the hall,

which is private because we never use it.

That's our daughter. This was her room.

She's in college now.

She looks smart.
She looks like you.

Also, anyone who takes the room,

if they're prepared to
clean up after themselves,

can have the use of the kitchen
during certain hours.

This is great. This is the
best place I've seen so far.

Before I decide anything
one way or the other,

you really have to meet
Mr. Durwin, my husband.

All right. And if he likes me
okay, then I can move in?

Why don't you tell me something
about yourself first?

Except for beer once
in a while, I don't drink.

Never took any dope,
and I don't stay out late.

I've always worked, paid my own way.

I have money saved. I
don't owe anybody anything.

So what brings you down this way?

My dad was sick, and I was
taking care of him mostly.

After he passed on, I didn't have
any reason to stay any longer.

Thought I'd start out fresh,

go back to school, maybe take some courses.

Here? I like it here.

So far, I think it's the
nicest place I've seen.

Well...

To tell the truth,
we were hoping for a young lady.

But it's okay with me
if it's okay with Jane.

Mrs. Durwin?

We've had that room for rent
since Karen left.

They said we're asking too much.
That's why people aren't calling.

She didn't want the folks at the
want ads to think we were hard up.

Mrs. Durwin didn't?

Did she ask you
to call her that? mm-hmm.

Well, you don't have to call
me Mr. Anything, just plain Doug.

Thanks, Doug.

She lied. Either that or she's confused.

There's no separate entrance in this room.

Unless she meant the window.

I wonder why she told me that.

What are we having?

Poached white fish and hot potato salad.

Is Vann having dinner
with us? of course not.

Maybe we should invite
him down his first night.

No, no.

Doug, the last thing you want is
for a tenant to become your guest.

Keep your distance.

I suppose so. Well, don't.

Don't.

Leave him alone.

Let's give him a chance
to get adjusted first.

With the skins still on them?

The potatoes.

Yes, just the way you like them.

Yummy.

Vann?

Doug? Are you awake?

Okay in here?
Got everything you need?

Yeah, everything's great.

- Shh.
- Sorry.

You like football?

You want to see a game?

I don't know, Doug. I've
been driving such a long time.

I suppose I should
probably get some rest.

No, not tonight.
Tomorrow.

- I thought you meant on the...
- No, not on that.

A real game.

The badgers, our local high
school team, against the hawks.

Yeah, I'd love to.

Go badgers! Whoop 'em!

Defense!

Third and short,
and they throw a long pass.

What the hell was that about, hmm?

It's been one of their
best plays all season, dad.

It was you, Gene.
You made the big play.

No, I didn't.
The pass rush did.

Just ask coach. See?

See how polite he is? He's going into
the f.B.I. When he gets out of college.

How many pushups do you do a day, Gene?

Not pushups, Dougie.
Bench presses.

Go ahead and tell him how much
you lift, honey. Over 300 pounds.

- What college?
- Any one he wants to.

That's right. Show us
your biceps.

- Here's your biceps.
- Show them, honey. Come on.

Coach.

Coach, here's to your star pupil,

the humble runner no man can catch.

Today, a badger.

Tomorrow, the world.

We can hope.

I got an idea.

How would you like a job?

Talking about the post office.

Can't guarantee it, but there are
opportunities now because of the holidays.

But it's only November, Doug.

Oh, yeah?

Well, don't look now, but Christmas is
climbing over the back fence already.

Magazines are getting
thicker. Catalogs are coming in.

Volumes are tripling right now.
You understand?

That's something to think about.

I will.
Thank you.

I mean it.
I can put the word in for you.

Delivering the mail?

Delivering the mail already?

You got no say in the matter yet.

Put you on the trucks...
Doing the collections,

sorting the flyers out in the office,

whatever they want.

What, what, what?

I just like the way you talk:

"Christmas climbing over
the back fence."

To tell the truth, Vann,

I'm not so well off as I act.

My life's not that hot.

If it's wasn't for Gene, there...

There'd be no hope at all.

No inspiration whatsoever.

My treat.

I take the natural momentum of a person...

And draw it towards me.

The most important part of
understanding someone...

Is knowing if they can hurt you or not.

Doug can't hurt anybody, not as he is.

I think about other jobs,
like being a doorman...

Somewhere in the city with tall buildings;

the kind of job where
you take care of people...

Who rely on you for certain things.

You stay out of their business,
but you're also expected...

To know what's going on so you can help.

Plus, on the holidays, you get big tips.

I guess there's other
benefits too. I feel normal now.

You got to sign it.

When can you start?

Anytime you say,
I'm ready. Tomorrow?

Absolutely.7:00 A.M. then.

See you tomorrow, 3:00.
Say hi to your dad.

It's Vann.Hey.

You need a lift?

That's all right.
I-I'm not going that far.

No problem.
Jump on in.

Thanks.

You gonna win?

Either that or die.

If coach doesn't kill us first.

Yeah, football must be pretty rough.

Yeah.

Is that booze?

Yeah. What happens
if you get an injury?

Coach wants us to.

Problem is, if we don't get injured,

he thinks we're not giving 110%.

He does?
That's asking a lot.

It's supposed to raise our
pain threshold or something.

I bet it probably does.

Did you ever play? me?
I played a little.

Yeah? I was a scatback.

A scatback?

Wow.

Can I get a swig?

Yeah.

You want some?

No, I'm fine.

It's too sweet.

Um, just turn right up there.
That would be good.

Shit.

Gene?

Where's your house, Gene?

Where's your house, Gene?

Maybe I was wrong about Doug.

Maybe he could hurt somebody.

I never make a plan.

Like a comet shooting across the sky...

It just happens.

Nobody knows where I'll land.

How about the carpet salesman,
Glen skyle?

Was that your first?

They never find the corpses,
do they, Vann?

Nobody will know shit
except the soft, damp earth.

Right, Vann?

Is that where you keep them?

I feel like a light in the dark.

They come to me like moths because I shine.

Vann? Vann?

It's okay, Vann.

What happened?

You must have passed out.

You must have fainted.

I never did that before.

Well...

I put that vacuum away
and everything went black.

It can happen.

I fainted once.

You did? yeah.

When I was pregnant.

I hope I'm not pregnant,
Mrs. Durwin.

You can call me Jane.

Come on, get up.

You like clowns? yeah, but I don't
eat sausages.

That one is so creepy. I don't understand
how they're going to sell stuff with it.

- I'm ferrin.
- Hi. I'm Vann.

Doug told me. You know,
you don't have to count them.

You just need to separate
them according to route...

And put them in the bin.

Actually, you
should try it. Here.

- Hi, Doug.
- Tell him to slow down.

He won't have anything left to do.

How old are you?

That's so funny. I was going
to ask you the same thing.

I'm 34.
Oh, my god.

I thought you were 28 or something.

You know who that cat belongs to?

That's zip code. She's
doesn't belong to anybody.

Everybody brings her food,
though. That's how I feed my dog.

Your dog eats cat food? uh-huh.

You ever get
to deliver the mail? Oh, no.

But you get to sell stamps.

A carrier can't clerk,
and a clerk can't carry.

We don't really cross crafts
at the post office.

It's not a big deal.

Do you want to get a beer
with me after work?

I don't drink.

- What's Oregon for?
- I used to live there once, just for a while.

- Doing what?
- I sold stereos and worked in a shop.

On account of what don't you drink?

I don't know.

- On account of nothing, I guess.
- Ferrin.

Well, if you want, I'll be at hobie's
after work. You can watch me.

The cane toads like to go underneath lights.

The lights reflect the moths, the insects.

In this way, he goes underneath
it and swallows them up.

His reaction is the same
thing like a vacuum cleaner.

If he sees something drop
off, he goes and picks it up...

And swallows it in like a vacuum
cleaner sucks it into his body.

Gut content analysis has shown...

They'll eat virtually any living thing...

That's small enough to get in its mouth,

from frogs to small birds...

To caterpillars to insects, crabs,

all sorts of things.

One researcher showed that the toad
will even try and eat ping-pong balls...

As they bounce past the front of them.

So the general selection
of food for a cane toad...

Is if it moves
or even if it doesn't move.

If it can be fitted into its
mouth, it will attempt to eat it.

We even found situations...

In which the wretched toads
were eating the native animals.

Okay, people.

What we're going to be looking for
here is anything that doesn't look right.

If I never came to this place,

these people would be
somewhere else right now:

Out shopping or watching TV.

But, instead, they're here to look for Gene,

afraid something bad has happened.

But who can say?

My opinion is you could miss
a body in a search like this.

We keep our eyes to the ground, but
we're told to look at the trees as well.

I guess in case he hung himself.

I look harder than anybody.

I look so hard, I forget
there's nothing to find.

Do you think that they'll
have the game still?

Yeah...

But no Turkey dinner.

Out of respect for the family?

What's there to be thankful for?

We'll give ours to the needy, I guess.

Maybe he'll just come strolling back.

No, he won't.

His car never left the shop.

He's not coming back.

He never left.

I've been watching you.

You've got initiative. I like that.

I'm shrinking the routes
because of the holidays.

It takes my carriers too long
to complete their distance.

So for the time being, I need an extra body.

Can you handle it?
Yes, sir.

Handle what?

You've got to drive a Jeep
with the steering on the right.

Yeah, I've seen them.
No problem. I can do it.

Keep your eyes open.
Look out for dogs.

It's all in the carrier's manual.

You read it tonight, we'll
check you out in the morning.

What?

Where do I get the manual? Oh.

Uh, see old Joe La Moine there.
He'll get you one.

"Unexpected accumulations of mail...

"Can be a sign of trouble.

"If the carrier notices
this, he takes the initiative.

"It either means the inhabitants have left
unexpectedly and the mail must be saved...

Or it means something is wrong
and should be investigated."

Dear lord, take Gene unto thy protection...

And cherish him.

Listen to his grief
and let him empty it onto you.

I could get up and speak
one single sentence,

and all this would come to a stop.

If I ran, they'd chase
me, and they'd catch me.

Everybody here and each person
I'd talk to for a long time to come...

Would have a story to tell.

In thy name, we pray
for his swift return.

Let us now pray.

With Gene, for the first
time, I broke both my rules.

Rule one: Don't give a
drink to someone you know.

Rule two: Don't do anybody
who lives in the same town as you.

Why did I?

I'm not one who believes people
cry out to be caught, but I did it.

Two rules at once.

Hi, honey.
Hello.

This is the general.

He's sweet.
Come on.

It's even smaller than it looks.

The house? the dog.

Does he really eat cat food?

Yeah, he loves it. I'll show you.

Maybe that's why he's small.

No, this isn't small.
This is nice, this cabin.

Reminds me of a cabin I used to have.

Even sort of smells like it.

It's not mine.
I don't own it.

Neither did I.

I feel like I do. You ought to.

But you leave your doors unlocked.

There's nothing to steal
except for the dog.

There's you.

What would they do with me?

How's the route going?

Fine, except for the
Jeep. What's wrong with it?

Well... there's
a mechanical problem. What's that?

The driver.

You're funny.

I'm losing it. What,
your hair?

Yeah, I am.
A hundred or so a day.

Maybe when you're 90, but not now.

What's this?

I found it. Where?

At the beach.

Are you gonna stay here?

I have to go.

I mean in the town, in this town.

I don't know.

I hope so.

Me too.

You want me to take you home?

I guess there's no normal
way to do anything, is there?

Come on, let's go.

People take their carriers for granted,

trust them not to read the sealed
envelopes or postcards, even.

They stick on their stamps and have faith.

I deliver the mail, but never get any.

But still it's the best job I've ever had.

I could do it forever.

What are you doing?

That's a federal offense, isn't it?

Yeah.

Didn't you read the carrier's manual?

You think crime is some
fucking kind of entertainment?

Reading other people's mail?

You tell me. No, no.

It's not our job, Vann-insky.

Speak up, Vann.
Express yourself.

I've got seven expressions,

but I'll show you guys two
if you want to see them.

That's not bad,

except number two looks
an awful lot like number one.

Is that the trick of it?

Do you ever think about
going on medication, Vann?

My mouth gets real dry,
and I can't swallow.

Yeah?

I got one I'll show you.

You like that?

It's okay.

Wait a minute.

We show this guy our stuff,

and he doesn't tell us shit.

Hit him.

What happened, Doug?

What do you think?

You got in a fight? got beat up.

Who? me!

You comfortable on your route?

It's not too hard on you, is it?

At first a little. But,
no, I like it; It's not hard.

I got these mood swings.

I start swinging,
and I'll swing out of here.

If I don't stop,

she'll leave me.

Let's talk about Christmas, okay?

Okay.

You start.

Don't be shy.

Listen, if Karen's
coming home for Christmas...

And you want I should...
Leave for a while, I can.

No, I don't want you
to leave for a while.

She's not coming home
for Christmas, Halloween...

Or the fucking fourth of July either!

I just thought if she was
coming home from college...

College, my ass.

Our little Karen's not at college.

If she is, it's news to me.

I don't know where she is.

Anyway...

You're the daughter now.

Vann the man.

Fuck her... and the mother
she rode in on. Okay?

Okay? okay.

You're a very considerate
person, aren't you?

You want something to drink?

Right.

She's so hard on people.

Karen? Jane!

She's judgmental.

People who pass her on the street...

"oh, I don't like
that person."

I'm gonna watch TV.

I'm gonna watch TV!

Is Doug okay?

What's a ten-letter word
for "western conifer"?

I don't know.
Is that a tree?

No, Doug is not okay.

I was just worried because...

You're worried because he told
you he got into a fight last night?

You know who beat him up?

He did.

He beat himself up.

I tried to get him to take
medicine, but he won't do it.

He won't do anything I tell him to do.

He always looks for someone to admire.

There's always somebody
on the top of his list.

Right now that person is you,
so be careful.

Of what?

Be careful you don't
wind up taking care of him.

You want some coffee?

No, thanks.
I have to go to work.

You want to go for a ride?

Where we going? I don't know.

We got all day to get there,
I guess. We got half the day.

Are you in a good mood? yeah, I'm happy.

Everybody's happy on a Saturday.

I started the route on a Monday,

so this is the last
Saturday I'm gonna have.

Maybe they'll keep you on.No. Nope.
Christmas is over.

No reason to keep me on
after that. Arthur already told me.

You know why, in the old days, sailors
and fishermen never learned how to swim?

No, why?

Because if you knew how to swim...

It would take so much longer to drown.

Oh, I never heard that.

You want to go in? no.

I'm not comfortable
swimming in the ocean.

I like lakes.

I never really cared for lakes.

You don't care for lakes?

Why do you not care for lakes?

I don't know.
Lakes are like...

Stepping into somebody else's underwear.

Ooh.

♪ Every soft shoe shuffler

♪ can make this end ♪ soft shoe shuffler

♪ and held my hand

♪ ooh

♪ ooh, ah

♪ ooh

♪ ooh, ah

♪ lean in closer

♪ take the ripple away

♪ lean in closer

♪ say the words that you'll stay ♪

♪ away

♪ away

♪ away

♪ away

♪ away ♪

♪ Had a very shiny nose

♪ and if you ever saw him

♪ you would even say it glows

♪ all of the other
reindeer ♪

♪ used to laugh
and call him names ♪

♪ they never let poor Rudolph

♪ join in any reindeer games

♪ then one foggy
Christmas Eve ♪

♪ Santa came to say Jane. ♪

♪ Rudolph with your nose so bright ♪

♪ won't you guide
my sleigh tonight ♪♪

Honey, how about we invite Vann down?

Christ, here already.

No, no, no, no, no.
I'll get it.

Good to see you
again. Good to see you.

Here you go. Let me take
your coats.

Oh, sure.
Here's my purse.

In my mind, I prepare for the end,

explaining myself to
people I don't yet know,

but I expect someday I'll meet.

A dark gray metal desk in a
room with fluorescent lights.

I can almost see them
somewhere up ahead of me,

waiting for me.

Can I get you something, Vanner?

Soda or something?

Don't give him shit.

What's he given us?

What he means, Vann, is you're
just giving us stock answers.

Well, one thing I think you guys
ought to learn is the story's mine.

It belongs to me, so I
think I'll tell it my way.

No matter which fucking way you tell it,

the gas chamber is where
you're headed, Siegert.

That's one guess.

Just like Ted Bundy.

- Who?
- He talked real big too.

But in the end, it took two
deputies to hold him down.

- You got any friends, Vann?
- It's not just us, is it?

Unless you cop to this, we're
not gonna be able to help you out.

Once, when I was young...

I was laying in the grass...

And a spider crawled in my ear and...

And?

Well, he crawled out again.
Nobody home.

Frankly, Vann,

I think he was hoping for
something a little more substantial.

You are a cypher, a zero.

And he wants us to
fucking kill him. Is that it?

Get the fuck out of here.

Hey.

Irene.

Coffee's on the house. Thank you.

Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas to you.

I'll bet this is the only place open today.

At least they got a Christmas tree.

When I was young, we used
to have them, but not since then.

When I was a kid, we always had one.

My pop made sure of it.
There was this one Christmas...

Some people die in less than a minute.

Others it takes ten.

I guess it's what they call metabolic.

If it wasn't closed, I'd go to
the library and get clear on this.

People like to get drunk and kill
themselves in cars on Christmas day,

so be careful. I will, ma'am.

You will?

What? anything.
Whatever you want.

You're an artist.

Sometimes I think I am.

Sometimes I'm not so sure.

Did you know that person?

No.

It's just something I made up.

Have you ever thought
of posing for a painting?

Where's your Christmas tree?

You have to look very closely.

Where... where you going?

To get my sketch pad.

Vann?

You missed something.

There's a present for you under the tree.

Come on down.
We'll show you.

You got out of here this morning
before we could give them to you.

Sneaky Jane got your shoe size.

She went into your room
when you were at work.

I hope you don't mind that.

Go on. Try 'em.

Tell him.

Joe's had a heart attack.

Joe La Moine?

Watching the game, gets
this feeling of indigestion.

Powwie. Next thing,
he's in the hospital...

Getting a triple bypass.
Is he gonna be okay?

He's in stable condition, as they say.

That's the bad news.

Doug, tell him.

The good news: You better
shine up your walking shoes there.

I'd say you got another two
month's work, at least; Maybe three.

Why?

You've been presorting
Joe's route long enough.

- Arthur's gonna ask you to do it.
- He is?

Why not? You're the one who knows it.

Did you enjoy your Christmas, Vann?

Yes, I did, Jane.

Thanks.

Take some cookies.

Halfway down the first block...

On the first day of replacing Joe La
Moine, I think of his damaged heart.

I promise myself to go see him.

I'm careful not to step in the same
places I think he might have walked.

All I know about these
houses stops at the front door.

I pick up clues about the
lives inside by the smells.

Each one has its own.

Not just cooking either.

I have the urge to go in, but I don't.

I let what they have inside remain hidden.

I think about playing a larger part.

Dare open their envelopes.
Read them their mail.

"Dear Mrs. Partucci, your son is dead."

Stop it.Sorry.

Okay, that is enough.

A guy minding his own business,

probably on his way home from work.

Why him?

I mean, why would this
so-called urge say...

That guy, but not this one?

I look for the meaning of things,

wait for a sign, an event of some kind.

I have strong feelings about ferrin lately.

What's a four-letter word for "little"?

- "Small"
- that's five.

"Tiny." that's right.

"Tyrant." tyrant?

I don't know. I need
eight letters.

"Martinet."

Listen to this:

"A 75-year-old woman
was killed last night...

"By a 20-pound lump of concrete...

"Dropped from the roof
of an apartment complex...

On Katherine Avenue
in Westbain."

Now get this part.

"Neighbors told reporters
it was fairly common...

For heavy objects to be thrown
from high buildings in their area."

I must have missed that one.

- And what about Gene?
- What about him?

What's going on around here?

I don't think all these things
are coincidences, do you?

But that was
in the next town. I know, but Gene wasn't.

What do you think happened to him?

Maybe he just went somewhere.

Sometimes people go, start
a new life for themselves.

Is that what you did?

I don't know. I never
really thought about it.

What's that for?

Oh, just
to record my... thoughts.

That's nice.

What did you write?"if you don't
hurry back soon,

this girl's gonna die of a
broken heart, no pun intended.

Love, ferrin."That's great.

What?
Nothing.

Are you trying to avoid me?

What do you mean?

Well, I was thinking that maybe
you would have called me by now.

I've been so tired after work every day.

It's no wonder old Joe La
Moine had himself a heart attack.

Really?

What are you doing later?

I have to go to the library.

But I'll call you. When?

As soon as I get your number.
I never gave you my number?

You never gave me your number.

Oh, okay.

Well... hand.

Okay. All righty.

So who hasn't signed the card yet?

In what can only be described
as a bizarre incident,

police are now treating
the case as a homicide.

Toxicology tests have
determined the source of the poison:

An extract from a very
rare parasitic fungus...

That grows only in mountainous
regions of the pacific northwest.

An inquest is scheduled for later
next week. Now back to you, Dave.

The urge erases the path it's traveled.

But they will be searching for somebody;

somebody who isn't short, isn't tall,

isn't anything at all.

Not yet, but I am becoming a fact.

I'm losing it.
What, your hair?

Yeah, I am. A hundred or so a day.

Maybe when you're 90, but not now.

Your U.S. postal service is your
carrier of news and knowledge,

a constant servant of departed friends.

I wonder if Doug and Jane
ever get a letter from Karen.

For sure Paul and Lois
won't get one from Gene,

not until there's a body or people
are certain someone is really dead.

Come on, boy.

Jane's been listening
to your tape recorder.

What?

This isn't booze.

This shit is what you put on pancakes.

It's okay. She told me
there's nothing on it.

Yeah, I erased it.

Good for you.

Fuck!

Gene was my man.

Hey! Don't do that!

Sorry.

A person's brains are like a...

Like a pet.

Sometimes...

Sometimes it gets loose,
and sometimes it gets lost.

Sometimes it just, sort of,
behaves itself and stays in the yard.

Thanks.

For your sins, I want you to say
ten hail Marys, ten our fathers,

and perform seven heartfelt
acts of contrition,

one every day for a week.

Oh, father, I got some mail.

Oh, thank you.

I absolve you in the name of the
father, the son and the holy spirit.

Amen.

The same poison was also found
in the bodies of three other victims...

Of the serial killer thought
to be operating in this area.

The woman, Laurie Bloom, was last
seen in a tavern east of Owensville.

This woman on TV is telling
everybody the autopsy of Gene...

Turned up traces of the same poison...

Found in the tissues
of the man in the diner.

Telling me I should be more careful.

All they need is a little flake of skin,

a strand of hair, something you left behind.

Something for the f.B.I.

My truck.

I got to go to the dentist.

Right now? tomorrow.

Jane, she's taking the car to look
at a house for sale down in, uh...

You got tomorrow off?

I need your truck. I think so.

I'll have it back by the end of the day.

Sure.

You want
to come in? I got to go.

I got to go eat my dinner.

Two guys, just like us,

are going to be taking over
this case full-time.

They're gonna read the coroner's report.

And every time they do, they're
gonna find something new.

Interview the customers, the cook,

that girl at the diner.

Then back to that asshole bartender.

The lady with the baby.

Then they'll have some
artist start to make a sketch...

Of what they describe.

Mr. Durwin?

I'm detective pate, and
this is detective creech.

Mr. Durwin, there's
no good way to say this,

but the body of a woman we
have reason to believe is your wife...

Was found in a vehicle registered to you.

Jane? Well, we can't be
completely sure.

We're gonna need you to make a
positive identification of the body, sir.

So then, m-maybe...

But we have no good reason
to think that it's not her.

Jesus Christ.

Are you saying she had an accident?

We can drive you up there right now.
That'd probably be the best thing, sir.

Oh, yeah.

I, uh... I got to get my coat.

Jane is dead.

Jane is dead.

I can't believe it.

I had to identify her.

What happened?

What are you doing? I got to get dressed.

Got to go to work.

You can't go to work.

I'll call them.
They'll understand.

You think?

I think they think I did it.

Did what? Killed her.

Did they say that?

Not in so many words.

It's these murders. What murders?

- The poisoner.
- She was poisoned?

No, they bashed in the back of
her head with something hard.

Some bastard beats my wife
to death with a hammer...

And stuffs her in the trunk of our car,

and the cops are talking to me.

That's because you're the husband,
not because you did something.

They're gonna want to talk to you too. Why?

I borrowed your truck.

What do you mean? I borrowed your truck.

- So?
- So...

They might think that was my opportunity.

- For what?
- To follow her, to kill her.

So maybe it's better you
didn't borrow it, my truck.

Boy, if Doug did something bad to his wife,

he sure picked a bad time to do it.

Mr. Siegert?

I'm detective pate.
This is detective creech.

We'd like to ask you a couple
of questions if you don't mind.

All right. Would you like to get in?

We can do it right here. It'll
just take a couple of minutes.

I promise not to hold up the mail.

Okay, sure.

Comfortable?

Yes.

We're investigating the
death of Mrs. Jane durwin.

I understand you're a tenant
in the durwin household.

That's correct.
Your first name...

Is that one "n" or two?

That's two n's.

You're on friendly terms
with the durwins, aren't you?

You knew them pretty
well, right? correct. Yeah.

Were you aware of any problems
they may have been having?

Their marriage?

No, not that I was aware of.

How long you
live there? November.

There hasn't been a single time
one of them lost their temper,

yelled at the other one?

I'm not saying it never
happened, but I never saw it.

So you never saw him
get violent with her?

You mean beat on her? Yeah.

No. The only person he hits
is himself. No shit?

Do you recall what you
were doing on the 18th?

What day was that?
That would be a Thursday.

Thursday. I remember
exactly what I was doing.

That was my day off,
and I spent the day at home.

You remember if he borrowed your truck?

Or did he take it without you knowing?

Or did he take it and not tell you?

I remember he had a dentist appointment.

Okay, don't want to hold you up.

We appreciate it. No
more for now. Thanks.

All right.

You guys have any leads?

Well, we think so.

But then, uh, we always think so.

Sometimes it turns out
that we don't have shit.

Thank you for your help, Mr. Siegert.

All right.

I'm having a hard time with this door.

Unlock the door.

Thanks.

"And like all the others, sooner
or later our lot will fall from the urn.

"And so we are chosen to
take our place in that dark boat;

"in that dark boat that will
bear us all away from here...

To where no one
comes back from."

This is governed by
complicated mathematical odds.

The amount of mail received by
each house varies from day to day,

yet it often evens out over
the course of many addresses.

There's a mystery here I could
one day be tempted to explore...

Hey. When I learn it better.

This is the guy they think
poisoned all those people.

It sort of looks like me, doesn't it?

No.

I'd like to cook you dinner.

You cook? no.

- Where's the dog?
- He's in there.

Once I was laying in the grass
and a spider crawled in my ear.

And?

What? You said a spider crawled
in your ear.

Is it still in there?

No, it crawled out again.
Nobody home.

I just meant that, uh...

What? I guess I was trying to
say something about education.

- Oh, did you go to college?
- For a semester.

I spent a lot of time in the woods.

I mean, not like around here.

In the north.

I think if I've learned anything,

it's because of my time alone,
just listening,

being with the plants, watching things:

Spiders, insects, whatever they are.

Ow! Stop it!

- Stop it!
- What are you doing?

Get off me!

Stop!
Stop it!

What the fuck are you doing?

- I thought...
- You thought what?

Is this what you do?

I wasn't very good at dinner.

Ferrin was right to be angry.

Even the dog was upset.

I think about going back...

But now I have to stay focused.

- What are you doing here?
- I was wondering about Joe La Moine.

What about Joe La Moine?

I just thought that maybe
he was coming back to work.

That's news to me.

Well, I just saw the light on,
so I thought that I'd ask.

Last time I heard,
he was doing just fine.

You okay?

Mm-hmm.

You look like you can use some sleep.

I'm sorry. I'm just...
Thanks.

I mean it. Thank you. I'm
sorry for coming in like this.

We're not gonna have any fun,
are we, vanner?

Wait, wait! Don't!

He's always on his toes, isn't he?

What are we gonna do without you, Vann?

- Where you going?
- Someone else is handling your case now.

♪ I went to the bullfight
to see him ♪

♪ while showing
his daring display ♪

♪ I went for some nuts
and a program ♪

♪ and then
he stole her away ♪

♪ I swear if I meet
that Spanish onion ♪

♪ I'll plant a bunion
on that blighter tonight ♪

♪ he shall die

♪ he shall die
he shall die... ♪♪

Vann Siegert...
Step aside, please.

Douglas durwin.Yes.

I have here a warrant for your arrest
for the murder of Jane cathcart durwin.

Oh, no. Turn around, please.

Now that he's gone, the birds have come.

If it wasn't so sad, it could be funny.

It's the light.
You go into it, then out of it.

I'm not surprised this
country has so much violence.

I'm surprised it has so little.

Some people can't beat it.

Doug couldn't. But I'm not Doug.

If they let me get to wherever it is
I'm going, I'll make a pact with myself.

Guess I'll know where
that is when I get there.

Eventually I can get another
job, hopefully in a post office,

now that I've got experience.

♪ We are all like astronauts ♪

♪ discovering infinity

♪ take my empty body
and discover me, infinity ♪

♪ forget the endless longing so ♪

♪ it's crazy you and crazy me ♪

♪ I am, I am

♪ I am, I am

♪ I am

♪ infinity

♪ We are all like astronauts ♪

♪ the little things I want to please ♪

♪ never mind your habits

♪ absolutely you encourage me ♪

♪ forget the endless longing so ♪

♪ it's crazy you and crazy me ♪

♪ I am, I am

♪ I am, I am

♪ I am

♪ infinity

♪ I

♪ get

♪ big

♪ now

♪ busted

♪ so

♪ high

♪ The wasting of our lips

♪ they're interlocking we are centipedes ♪

♪ take this to the floor

♪ it's interstellar with
our blue-black knees ♪

♪ forget the endless longing so ♪

♪ it's crazy you and crazy me ♪

♪ I am, I am

♪ I am, I am

♪ I am

♪ infinity

♪ I

♪ get

♪ big

♪ now

♪ busted

♪ so

♪ high ♪

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