Ok, so, um...
I, uh...
I've got one chance to tell the...
to explain what happened.
And if I'm right, I've got about an hour to do it
and I want to get it right, so...
Here goes. Ahem.
My name is Howard Fornoy.
I was a documentary filmmaker.
I want to tell you about the end of war,
the degeneration of mankind,
and the death of my brother, Robert Fornoy, the Messiah.
It's a... it's an epic story,
and it's deserving of hours,
but, uh, if anyone's watching this,
you'll have to settle for the cliff notes version.
What better way than this?
I guess putting last things first,
let's start at the very beginning.
Um...
This is us.
Uh, the Fornoys of D.C. and New Hampshire.
Um, our summer cabin was overlooking a lake
that faces the white mountains.
It's a chain that dates back about 500 million years,
which by anybody's definition would be a beginning.
Uh...
Ok, let's forget the very beginning.
Um, my dad, Richard, was a history major
who made full professor at Hofstra
by the time he was 30.
10 years later, he was one of 6 vice-administrators
of the national archives in Washington, D.C.
And in line for the top spot.
By day, dad kept his eye on the declaration of independence,
the constitution, and the bill of rights,
you might say he filed by day and rocked by night.
He was a helluva good guy, too.
Give it up, D.C.!
Yeah! Whoo!
He had every record B.B. King ever cut,
and he was known to play
a pretty mean blues guitar himself.
♫ Let the good times roll ♫
♫ I don't care if you're young or old ♫
♫ Get together, let the good times roll ♫
As for mom, she graduated magna cum laude from Brown.
Had a Phi Beta Kappa key that she used to wear
on this funky fedora.
She became a successful CPA in D.C.,
met my dad one night at a Springsteen concert
and took in her shingle when she became pregnant
with yours truly. I came along in 1977.
By '80, she was doing taxes for some of my dad's associates.
By the time Bobby was born in 1982,
she was handling taxes, investment portfolios,
and estate-planning for a dozen powerful men.
She called it "her little hobby."
Yeah, me, I was no disappointment
to a couple of people with Mensa gold cards in their wallets.
I maintained A's and B's throughout school,
and, uh...
Thanks to dad, I had an affinity for film.
Like a duck to water,
I was wired with the same creative DNA.
The winner for best student film is...
Howard Fornoy for Airborne!
I was a good boy with a bright mind
who grew up in an atmosphere of love and confidence,
a faithful boy who loved and respected his mom and dad.
Bobby. Well...
Bobby was a whole other story.
Aah!
Drugs! More drugs!
Come on, honey. You can do it.
Honey, you can do it, babe. Just one more push!
This kid is so gonna pay!
Aah! Aah!
Oh!
Nobody, not even Mensa types like our folks,
ever expects a kid like Bobby.
Not ever.
Can you say da-da?
Come on, Bobby.
Zoom! Zoom!
Zoom!
Come on, honey.
Say da-da.
He's only a year old, Richard.
He'll talk when he's ready.
Zoom!
Can you say mama?
Say mama, honey.
Zoom!
Howie, leave your brother alone.
Zoom!
I mean it, Howie.
Bow-wow.
Honey? Honey, the boy is speaking.
Bow-wow.
He's saying your name, Howie.
My name is Howie.
Bow-wow.
Bow-wow it was, and bow-wow it was to be.
In spite of the nearly 5 years between us,
we were inseparable.
He could be a royal pain,
I could be a brat,
but when push came to shove,
we were the fabulous Fornoy boys
and there was nothing...
nothing that I wouldn't do for him.
Bow-wow, faster, bow-wow!
I remember the time we found one of those
thousand-piece Jigsaw puzzles
up in the attic,
except we had lost the top of the box it came in,
and no one had a clue what it was of.
The forest through the trees,
the trees through the forest.
He, uh... He had that gift.
He read at two and began writing short essays at three.
Now, that was startling enough, but there was more.
If handwriting was no longer a factor,
you would have thought you were reading the work
of a bright, if extremely naive, fifth grader.
And then, he developed headaches.
Well, he would wake in the middle of the night
screaming in terrible pain.
We were afraid he had some...
Physical problem.
Hey, son, are you sure this is on?
Yeah. Dad, it's fine.
You don't have to talk so loud.
I can hear you just fine.
Go ahead, mom.
Yeah. Well, we were sure it was a brain tumor.
Your son, Mr. and Mrs. Fornoy,
is in a state of extreme frustration
because his writing hand isn't working as well as his brain.
You mean it's stress.
You have a child that is trying to pass
a mental kidney stone.
Now, I can prescribe something for his headaches,
but he really needs a different kind of drug altogether.
And so, uh, we got him a, uh...
A commodore 64...
With Wordstar for Christmas.
Then the headaches stopped.
I only want to add that for the next 3 years
he believed it was Santa
who left the word-cruncher under the tree.
[Sighs] Deadline.
Um...
I once read a really funny piece
that was titled the essential gone with the wind
and it went something like this...
"a war," laughed Scarlet. "Oh, fiddle-de-Dee."
Boom! Ashley went to war.
Atlanta burned. Rhett walked in and walked out.
"Oh, fiddle-de-Dee," said Scarlett through her tears.
"I'll think about it tomorrow,
for tomorrow is another day." Ba-Ba-bam.
Whoo. Boom!
The Fornoy boys grow up.
Howard went to university, graduated cum laude,
and settled down to a successful career
as a free-Lance documentary filmmaker.
New York.
He was a good son. Called home twice a week.
Stepped out with a lot of women.
Married one. Got divorced.
Married another one, got divorced again.
My folks as great role models notwithstanding,
marriage was clearly not for me,
but career-wise I was doing fine,
so I went to Hollywood,
managed to get myself nominated for an Oscar.
Woman: And the award for best documentary
goes to Howard Fornoy for Orson Welles: "The search for Rosebud."
"Fiddle-de-Dee," said Howard.
This is the life for me.
Yeah.
Mmm.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
When I was 12 and he was 7,
he told me that he had invented an airplane.
Bobby, I don't know.
I do.
I want you to push me.
Push me hard.
There's no seat belt on that freaky thing!
I swear I never would have pushed him as hard as I did
if I thought the damn thing would actually work.
I'll be all right!
Yeah!
It's working!
They say god protects drunks and fools and children.
They also say that the devil's in the details.
Aah!
Ohh!
Bobby?
Bobby!
I did it.
I flew.
You did, and if you ever try it again,
I'll kill you.
Ah! What'd you do that for?
See, I'm crying, but I wonder if it's on a sentiment
or just the onset?
I think it's the former.
I better hurry it along, though,
just all the same.
The reason I'm telling you this story
is because I think the extreme case best illustrates
the norm that life with Bobby was a constant mind-bender.
Yeah!
What I haven't told you is that 4 hours ago,
I killed my brother by shooting him up with his own discovery.
He called it the calmative.
But...
A very serious mistake might have been a better name.
Ok. We've got about 40 minutes left,
depending on my blood type,
which I think is "a," but I'm damned if I can ever remember,
so I'll just get off the dime.
Life with Bobby: The early years!
One day when he was 9,
he blanked out every radio and TV on our street
and the surrounding 4 blocks with his own voice.
For two hours, roughly 3,000 people
could receive only WBOB,
which happened to be my kid brother.
So, thank you, Wendell of Georgetown
for calling with your question.
The reason my dad farts so much in church every Sunday
is the high sulfur content in the baked beans.
But he gets most of 'em off pretty quiet,
or sometimes he holds the real bangers
until it's time for the hymns.
He was the youngest student ever
to take quantum physics and advanced algebra classes
at Georgetown university.
Gamma equals the square root
of "y" subscript "r" minus "I"
over "I" minus "y" subscript "f."
He graduated high school at 10,
but he never got a B.A. Or a B.S.,
let alone an advanced degree.
He went through a physics period,
then he was nutty for chemistry.
See, guys like Bobby, they come along maybe once in a lifetime.
The Da Vincis and the Newtons
and the Einsteins and the Edisons,
and they all had one thing in common...
they're like huge compasses
swinging aimlessly for a long time,
searching for some true north.
And then one day, they just hone in on it
with fearful force.
Bobby was no different.
You know, by the time he was 14,
it was, uh... it was archeology.
Then it was anthropology.
He was the only teenager ever invited
on an expedition into the rainforests of Burma.
But just as quickly as Bobby would embrace
these headline acts,
he'd, uh, he'd move on,
still looking for his true north.
Ok, here we go.
Excuse me, honey.
Ha ha ha.
Bravo.
Yes, I was up all night.
When he came back from his latest adventure,
he was cheerful, but his little boy exuberance was gone.
He wanted to talk about the news,
about how bad it was.
You know, the nightly greatest hits had left us all reeling
as if we were watching a 10-car slam-up.
It depressed everybody,
but it depressed the hell out of Bobby.
It's the hair.
I told him he should have a little trim. The hair?
It looks good.
Thank you. It's always with the hair.
Why are people so damn mean?
Why are they so damn mean?
Are we supposed to answer that?
Somebody needs to.
Pretty soon, too, the way things are going.
They're going the way they always went.
And I guess they're doing it because people were built to be mean.
Yeah, if you want to lay blame, blame god.
No offence, mom.
None taken, dear.
[Sighs] That's cynical. I don't believe that.
And don't try to tell me that it's because of economic pressure
or conflict between the haves and have-nots
because that doesn't explain everything either.
Original sin, then. That works for me.
It's got a nice beat and you can dance to it.
Heh.
A year later, here we were.
Right here.
Labor day had come and gone,
as had the summer people.
We'd stayed an extra week
because we just couldn't bear to go our separate ways.
Most of the stuff was packed up
and the place had that sad...
Deserted look that it always got.
But it was a sweet, sweet morning.
And it was a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
India: I remember the light
on the water was so perfect.
The TV was on...
And Diane Sawyer...
It was Katie Couric.
Ohh.
That's Ok, mom. Go ahead.
The show was interrupted with a special report...
And your mother said...
Dick! Boys!
You gotta come and see this.
There's been a tremendous explosion.
We can see thick ash and smoke rising.
I'll tell you, but that second tower's not visible from here.
There was a shower of sparks and fire
and now...
It almost looks like a mushroom cloud explosion.
Large billowing smoke rising from the second tower.
This is the second of the two towers hit.
You can't see behind us...
Maybe you're right, big brother.
Maybe it is original sin.
But then what's the instrument? Have you asked yourself that?
Howie: Instrument?
I'm not following you.
Uhh.
What do you mean?
Maybe it is the water.
Huh?
It's that old joke.
Maybe it's something in the water.
Or maybe something that isn't.
In looking back, I think that was the day
he finally found it.
His, um...
His true north.
That was the day.
All we could hope was that things would get better.
Of course as you know, they only got worse.
And the world continued on its merry way...
looking for a band-aid here, a band-aid there,
a quick fix and fast-fast-fast relief
and I think instant cure-all wasn't even remotely possible anymore.
As for Bobby, he continued on to points unknown.
We'd get a postcard back for a birthday
or an anniversary,
and he always promised that he was coming home soon.
But I didn't see him until he showed up
in my apartment 4 years later.
Bobby.
Hey, bow-wow.
Hey!
Come here, you jerk.
How the hell you been?
Good.
I got a lot to tell you.
Yeah. Well, I should think so.
It's certainly been a while.
What can I offer you? A beer?
Sure.
Ahh.
What've you got there?
Bees and wasps.
Wasps and bees.
Ok. What kind of crazy-ass thing are you up to now?
Do you see this?
What is it? Water, white lightning?
Well, it's both actually,
if you can believe that.
It came from an artisan well in la Plata.
It's a little town in Texas.
Now before I turned it into this concentrate,
there were 5 gallons of it.
It's only water,
but it's still the damndest popskull
the human race has ever seen.
This is it, bow-wow.
The big one.
The cure for the worst disease
to which we homo saps fall prey.
Cancer?
No. Wars.
Barroom brawls.
Drive-by shootings.
Meanness.
This, big brother,
this is going to change it all.
This is going to bring about an end to the whole mess.
I think you ought to get your hand
out of there now, Bobs.
Relax. You ever see a bee sting a flower?
You don't look like a flower.
Hell, you think bees actually know what flowers look like?
Uh-uh. No way, man.
They know I'm sweet because I excrete sucrose dioxin in my sweat,
although I did eat a box of chocolate-covered cherries on the plane.
Jeez, Bobby.
Ow.
Some 400 bees had investigated him.
Only one had stung.
Ow.
Make that two.
So...
Have you directed anything good lately?
Piece on Nazi art theft for PBS this fall.
I could screen it for you if you like while you're here.
Oh, that'd be great.
Bobby, what the hell are you up to?
Hey, could you get this other one?
I keep telling myself if I'm so damn smart,
I should be ambidextrous,
but my right hand still has the I.Q. Of like 6.
You see, bow-wow, bees are nature's kamikaze pilots.
They don't sting you unless they have to,
because it kills them.
Remember that time in the cabin when you told me
we'd go on killing each other because of original sin?
Yeah?
Ok. Well, if that's true,
if... if there is a god who loves us enough
to send us on a rocket sled to hell
just because stupid Eve took a bite out of a bad apple,
then maybe the curse is this...
he made us like wasps, instead of bees.
Ow! Howie, what the hell are you doing?
Just hold still and I'll get it.
Ok. The two bees that stung me, they're dead
because their stingers are barbed like fishhooks.
They slide in easy enough,
but when they go to pull out, they disembowel themselves.
That's pleasant.
Well, wasps, on the other hand,
they have smooth stingers.
They can keep stinging you as long as they want.
Of course, on the third or fourth time
they're out of poison,
but they can keep on pumping you
full of holes if they feel like it.
And usually they do. That's the same reason
we go on fighting. On and on and on, bow-wow.
We got smooth stingers.
Now watch this.
So...
What's with the folks?
They're good. They miss the hell out of you.
You should try to see them while you're here.
Yeah. I will.
Let's roll. Hey, what are you doing?
Same old wuss.
See, the thing with Bobby is,
is that when you were with him for more than 5 minutes,
he hypnotized you.
He was Lucy holding the football,
promising this time for sure,
and I was Charlie Brown rushing down the field
to kick it.
Ah!
Hey!
Don't kill 'em!
You might as well kill babies for all the harm they'll do you.
That's the whole point.
Get that out of here!
I'm gonna ask you to do something for me, Bobby.
No!
I want you to trust me. No!
Are you out of your mind?!
Come on. Come sit down over here.
Come on. Come sit down.
Look, they're just dandy.
Their behavior isn't drugged,
and yet they're not terminally pissed off, either.
Watch 'em, watch 'em.
Pretty cool, huh?
I think I knew even then
that something was going to go terribly wrong.
Mmm. These are amazing.
[Speaking Chinese]
As you know, Texas is, per capita,
the most violent state in the union.
They just love to shoot each other down there.
It's like a state hobby.
Except for la Plata?
Well, they like their guns there, too.
They just use them on each other a hell of a lot less.
The thing is, when you feed enough statistical data
in the computer about this little town,
what you get back is a whopper of an anomaly.
It took us 6 months to come up with this program.
I call it a calmquake.
What am I looking at here?
The numbers represent the incidence of violent crimes
in each particular circle.
Murder, rape, assault and battery, you name it.
The computer assigns a number by a formula
that takes population density into account.
Now, this...
It says zero.
So it does, bow-wow.
You see, the old joke was right.
It is something in the water after all.
And the water in la Plata...
it's a doozy.
We weren't the first to test the water.
Most people there have Wells,
so the water's tested regularly.
But we were the first to test it submicroscopically.
And that turned in some really weird stuff.
What kind of weird stuff?
Oh, uh...
Breaks in the chains of atoms,
sub-dynamic electrical fluctuations,
and this unidentifiable protein.
And the protein was the interesting thing,
because as far as we know,
it only occurs one other place.
That's the human brain.
What we've come up with will greatly suppress human aggression.
It'll make people unable or unwilling to fight.
Bobby, I love you, man.
But this... this is the craziest thing that I've ever heard.
You want crazy?
Huh?
Protestors continue to clash with...
That's crazy.
They are talking...
Studies support...
Bombing raids would continue to target...
The fire, which is still raging...
That's crazy 8 ways to beat the band.
Me?
I'm not crazy.
[Sighs] Ok.
Here we go. Just arrived. Throat dryness.
Uh, there's not so much so far,
but I can't kid myself, so, uh...
God, I got so much to tell.
Suppose it can all be done, Ok?
And suppose it all goes completely according to plan.
You don't have the slightest idea
what the long-term effects might be.
Howie...
d-don't even suggest that you do, Bobby,
because you don't.
You remember thalidomide?
Yeah, nifty little pill,
caused birth defects all across the globe.
Or how about the AIDS vaccine that they found?
Stops the disease but all the test subjects
turn into incurable epileptics and died
within the first 18 months.
Yeah. Howie, this is...
no, how do you know this isn't the same thing?
How do you know that this is not going to come back
and bite you in the ass?
I don't.
It's too late, man.
The way we're going now, there might not be a long-term.
The world needs heroic measures.
Maybe we can cure the whole mess.
Or maybe we're giving heroin to a patient with terminal cancer.
I don't know.
But either way, we stop what's happening now.
We put an end to the world's pain.
Help me, bow-wow.
Please.
Please help me.
Please.
Oh, hell, look at the time.
Uh...
Depending on my blood type,
which if I'm wrong is...
did I already tell you that?
Ok.
A week later I flew to la Plata,
where I met up with Bobby and Duke Rogers...
geology professor extraordinaire.
How are you?
You got a good flight?
Yeah. Not bad at all. Not bad at all.
Duke Rogers, my brother Howie.
Nice to meet you.
Very nice to meet you. A pleasure.
Let me take that.
Ohh.
Uhh.
Watch this. You're not going to believe it.
2 males, 30s.
Intoxicated.
Mmm.
Talk about a sociological bull moose.
Look at my car, man.
Hmm.
Anywheres else in the country,
them boys would be in a police blotter
with name tags on their big toes.
Well... Here's to you.
This is what we've been brewing, Howie.
It's pacifist white lightning.
Now, the water in this part of Texas is fierce,
but we've been able to make this stuff
I sprayed the wasps with 10 times more potent.
We've got near 6,000 gallons now.
By the end of the year, we'll have 14,000.
Come next June, 30,000.
Yeah, but it's not enough.
We need more of it and we need it faster.
And we need to transport it.
Transport it where?
Why, to the volcano.
This is the island of Gulandio.
It lies 120 miles due east of Borneo.
The natives call the volcano that's on it mount grace.
It's pretty perfect, isn't it?
Like Krakatoa,
grace is going to explode.
When Krakatoa erupted,
debris from it literally encircled the globe.
Changes in climate lasted 5 years.
Nipa palm, which is grown only
in Africa and Micronesia,
suddenly showed up in south and north America.
Krakatoa seeded them there.
That's the way I want to seed la Plata water
all over the earth.
I want people to walk out in la Plata water when it rains
and it's going to rain a lot after mount grace goes bang.
I want them to drink the water that falls into their reservoir
and bathe in it, wash their hair in it,
soak their damn contact lenses in it.
And you're going to do this how?
We need to synthesize 50-70,000 gallons of the high-test,
then we airlift it over to mount grace,
drop it in.
Of course, it's going to take money to do that.
A lot of money.
And that's where you come in, big brother.
You're sure this stuff is safe?
Of course, you wouldn't want to drink
the concentrate. That's a real brain-buster.
But...
The way we're going to disseminate it,
it's perfectly safe.
No problemo.
And this little time bomb of yours,
when exactly is it wired to go off?
By October next year, probably sooner.
How much money?
It cost millions. Lots of millions.
But still, it was less than a blink in the eye
of what we spent on defense any month that year.
I raised most of it myself.
Some by hook and some by crook.
I had made a lot of friends in high places.
And some in low places.
Yeah, in short, I knew a lot of folks
who thought that things weren't changing that much
no matter who was in the white house.
We did it.
We distilled the water into high-test
and airlifted it over to Gulandio...
grace, fate, destiny, what have you.
Oh, man. That blows. What is that?
Hydrogen sulfide.
Talk about your ultimate fart, huh?
It's as if god himself busted through
all the business-as-usual transmissions
with a special bulletin:
"This is your last chance, jerkwads!"
You sure about this, Bobby?
As sure as I can be.
I ended up running at the football
while my laughing, wildly intelligent brother held it one last time.
That volcano we called grace
blew just when it was supposed to.
Everything went sky-high, and for a while,
everybody's attention turned away from whatever
and toward the skies.
And then fiddle-de-Dee,
just like that, it happened pretty fast.
There were 3 years of Indian summer.
3 years like Eden.
I mean, everybody stood down.
The world got like the wasps in Bobby's nest...
the ones that didn't stink... sting too much.
But, uh...
Like they say, the devil's in the details.
Man on TV: Ok. Susan, you know how we...
Mom?
Hello, dear.
You have 6 darts, 9 balloons on the board.
3 balloons have prizes. Pop those 3 and you'll...
mom, I've been trying to reach you all day.
Where you been?
I've been so busy.
I wanted to get this done before the baby was born.
How was school today, dear?
It's about mom.
Dad and I just got back from the doctor.
Bobby...
She's got Alzheimer's.
Uh-huh.
What do you mean, uh-huh?
This is our calmquake graph
charting the acts of violence increasing as you left la Plata.
Right.
Now this graph shows the incidence of something else.
Something else?
People are going to get very silly very young.
Alzheimer's?
In spades.
It's going to sweep the land.
You're sure?
There was no way to know that the potency,
rather than level off gradually like we thought,
would keep increasing exponentially.
How many?
Oh, everybody.
Everybody on la Plata?
No.
Everybody.
Ain't that a cosmic kick in the head.
My gears are starting to get a little sticky.
Should've hurried more.
Never mind.
It's too late to change things now.
Let's move on. Moving on.
Zippity-doo. Roll tape.
All our prognosticators suggest that this new virus
will make the aids epidemic
look like a mere blip on the radar.
There appears to be simply no...
And I repeat no way to contain it.
After a brief flurry of optimism,
the W.H.O. Has acknowledged
it is having no...
Countering the disease which is...
Spreading around the globe
at an Al-alarming... Rate.
As you know by now, it created worldwide panic.
Me and Bobby were as careful as we could be for the next two years.
Drank only bottled water
and wore big sleek... slickers in the rain.
So, no war,
but everybody got a little...
Silly.
Almost everybody on this big round world of ours.
It wasn't reversible,
there was no immunity to it,
no vaccine, nothing we could do.
Nada. Zip.
Now, pop...
I need you to sign this
so that I can take care of you guys.
Do you understand?
Are you from the government?
No, dad. It's, uh...
It's Howie. I'm your son.
They're doing things in the basement.
Terrible things.
It's Ok. It's all right, dad. It's Ok.
♫ Hey, everybody ♫
♫ Let's have some fun ♫
♫ You only live but once ♫
♫ And when you're dead, you're done ♫
♫ So let the good times roll ♫
♫ Let the good times roll ♫
Both: ♫ I don't care if you're young or old ♫
♫ Get together... ♫
Howie: My folks died raving and pissing in their pants,
but I never stopped loving 'em.
♫ Let the good times roll ♫
Concentrate, jerkwad.
Concentrate.
Bobby went on with his research at la Plata but to no avail.
Then one morning he couldn't sleep,
and he went into the laboratory early.
Hey, dude, no loafing on the job.
Hey.
Don't stand out in the rain, fool.
Glad to see you.
Remember when you could see
the high-intensity arc-sodiums from north Conway?
Not anymore.
Just the white mountains out there now.
[Sighs]
I need to ask you to do something for me.
I need a favor.
A big favor.
I'm not doing it, Bobby. I can't do it.
A wuss right until the end.
Yeah, I'm a wuss. I'm a candyass.
All right? I always was, I always will be.
That's who I am.
It's no big whoop, kiddo.
Just one little push and a final ride.
Bobby, come on.
There's got to be another way. Please.
Push me, bow-wow.
Push me hard.
So I did it.
I killed him by shooting him up
with a highly concentrated dose
of his own discovery 4 hours ago.
I'm sorry.
I made the world full of fools and dumbbells.
Hey, better fools and dumbbells
than a big black cinder in space. Huh?
Forgive me.
Promise me.
Tellid, Ba-wa.
Tell...story...
What happened.
Swear.
Yeah.
I will.
Ohh. Ohh.
This was all predicted.
Revelations said the end would come.
That god would strike the infidels
and that judgment would be his.
And now the end has come.
[Slurred] I think I'm done.
What do you think?
Is anybody watching this?
Mmm. Bobby, Bobby.
Zoom!
Way to go, bow-wow!
My name is Howie.
Faster, bow-wow! Faster, bow-wow!
Good-bye, good-bye.
Time to stop.
Good-bye, Bobo.
Not your fault.
Hi, dad.
I forgive you, Bobby. It's not your fault.
I'll be all right!
I did it.
I flew!
And if you ever try it again, I'll kill you!
Ah! What'd you do that for?
I love you.
[Indistinct]
Time to stop.
Good-bye, Bobo.
Good-bye.
Good-bye. I forgive you. It wasn't your fault.
I forgive you. It wasn't your fault.
I forgive you. I forgive you.
I love you.
I forgive you.
I love you.
Hey, Richard Kinnell.
I love your books. I'm a fan.
Thanks.
No. I'm a fanatic.
Mr. Kinnell, it's an honor.
I'm Betsy Wright from pen. So nice to meet you.
Betsy.
This way, please.
I loved your...
Betsy: Here, sir. Here.
Keep it moving, Ok?
Over here, sir. Thank you.
Thank you. Ohh.
The hand of glory.
I made it myself.
Thank you.
Here you go.
Weird.
I get at least 10 of those a year.
How was the drive, Rich?
Oh, ha ha! Tranquil, thanks.
I've been trying your cell phone all morning.
No service? No phone.
You turned it off, you son of a bitch.
Ah, I'm wrestling with some ideas.
How do you think I feel
when my one client won't take my call?
I apologize. You still love me?
10% of the time.
Mm hm.
Please make sure we connect after this panel.
You're awesome!
Warner brothers wants to shoot "night vision."
They brought the brink's truck.
Ohh.
Mr. Kinnell!
Mr. Kinnell, where do you get your ideas?
Mr. Kinnell! Do you ever scare yourself?
So...
Richard, Richard!
You got to check this out, huh?
Cool, huh? Yeah!
Could you sign it for me?
How about a signature? Come on.
Come on, buddy. Let's go.
Come on, guys.
Let's go. Put your shirt back on.
I'll return. I love you!
Was that me?
Yeah, if it is, you need a waxing.
Ah, Sarah.
Richard.
Will, will.
Uh, will you two excuse me?
Are you comfy, Richard?
No, but I'm wealthy.
My caboose has landed its own reality show.
Let me know if you find my dignity up there.
I have a problem, don't I?
Well, atypical cells have appeared in your colon
and spread to the lower intestine.
I want you back next week for an upper G.I.
What is it?
It's nothing yet.
Come on, Josh. You're withholding.
I am, but until we know more...
but it's serious.
Well, let's take another look at it.
Yeah.
Frigged by the fickle finger of fate.
Sorry?
I mean, I'm not surprised.
My mother died at 44
and my father at, uh, 36.
You're looking for a reason.
Yeah. There are lots of reasons...
red meat, cigarettes, unprotected sex.
Now look.
The reason is the same for all of us,all right?
We are mortal.
I imagine, you know, writers,
they enjoy a... a great measure of control over their work.
You control what your characters say.
You control what they do.
You even control the weather.
Medicine's different, Richard.
We're accustomed to a significant degree of chaos.
Yeah.
Man plans and god laughs, huh?
When can we have another look at this?
Oh, move it!
Come on, knuckleballs.
What are you, blind or blind drunk?
Damn it.
Please, god, it better be nothing.
I'll die when I'm ready to die.
That's it.
Physical fitness has never been so cheap. You can do it...
Mm-hmm.
Oh, you're a smug one.
What do you know that I don't know?
Aren't you Richard Kinnell?
Yes, I am.
I should have known you'd go right for that. It's so you.
It is, isn't it?
I'm Judy Diment. I live down the street.
Um, what can you tell me about this painting, Judy?
It's original. The artist was Bobby Hastings.
He's the reason I'm selling off all of the Hastings' things.
The house was theirs. They even left a dog.
The subject looks like a rock and roll cannibal.
Bobby was like that.
He wore the same t-shirt day in and day out.
It had a picture of the Led Zeppelins on it.
By the end, Bobby was just skin and bone,
dirty all the time.
The end, what?
Suicide. Bobby was just 23.
He was the tortured genius type, you know,
but still living at home. It was the drugs.
Uh, do you have any other paintings, Judy?
No.
One fine Tuesday, Bobby took
all his paintings and sketches out into that side yard,
except for that one, I guess,
and burned them.
Bobby must have had 70 or 80 plus all his sketchbooks.
Iris... that's Bobby's mother... said most of them are real bad,
lots worse than the stuff that'd curl your hair.
Most of them had sex stuff in them.
Really?
In the garage, they found
over a hundred of those little bottles
they sell crack cocaine in.
This is where Bobby used to paint.
Anyway, I guess he finally reached
the end of his chain.
No pun intended.
Aren't drugs awful, Mr. Kinnell?
They certainly were.
When Iris found him hanging right there...
There was a tiny note pinned on his shirt.
It said, "I can't stand what's happening to me."
Really?
Um, I feel the same way.
Ok, so, um, how much do you want for the painting, Judy?
$45.
Oh, quiet!
Who's gonna buy that dog?
He won't listen to me.
I'll be honest with you. I started at 70,
but nobody likes it, so now it's marked down.
Where in the world do you get all those crazy ideas?
Given the choice, I'd rather live.
Uh-oh.
So sorry.
I stopped at a yard sale on the way.
Oh? Did you find any treasures?
I always do.
Well, let's see.
Ok, Ok.
This one's gonna blow your pantyhose off.
Well, that's a charming thought.
Well?
Oh, Richard, it's horrible.
I hate it.
Oh, come on. It's not that bad.
Oh!
Fitting, isn't it?
Who would paint such a thing?
I'm surprised you weren't more sensitive
to it yourself.
You're the master of fear.
You always were an imaginative fella.
I didn't notice the tattoo.
It's those teeth.
No, no, no. I saw those. It looks different in this light.
The sky looks darker than I remember.
Anyway.
Thanks for lunch.
You liked it?
Delicious.
Ahh.
A penny for your thoughts.
Oh, um...
I had a checkup today...
my very first colonoscopy.
And, uh, they found something.
I have to go in for more tests.
Wow.
Have they done a biopsy?
Next week.
Well, that's not so bad.
It's not so good.
You're thinking about my sister.
It's not like it was in her day.
What am I, 50?
Mom was, uh, 40 when she got sick.
Yeah. Mm-hmm.
But she had 4 good years.
You know, that artist that hung himself,
he left a simple note.
It said, "I can't stand what's happening to me."
Oh, stop that talk.
It's self-pity.
Get busy living.
You've got 50 more books to write.
50? Ooh.
I got to stop off at Sally's on the way home.
She's watching hobo for me, you know?
You and Sally gonna get together?
No. We're just friendly.
Well, maybe you could use
a little more friendly in your life, hmm?
Hmm, no, thanks.
One time around the park with Sally is
enough for any man. Ha ha.
Well, now, Richard,
I know you're gonna be fine.
You just have to keep a good attitude.
That's most important.
And you can start
by getting rid of that horrid picture.
Oh, auntie.
Oh, I'm serious.
When you get to the Saco river,
I want you to pull off into that break-down Lane
and throw it over.
Ah, look at me, Richard.
I'm 63. My secret is simple.
Fill your life with flowers.
Hmm.
You hear that, "Road Virus"?
Aunt Trudy wants you to go for a swim.
No, sink.
I love you.
A bushel and a peck.
Shh!
Quiet,
crazy dog.
Sorry. Sale's over.
Fill your life with flowers.
Ugh. So much for flowers.
Shoot! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Oh, for god's sake.
Rosewood.
He's in Rosewood?
It's impossible.
Hi.
No wonder that kid killed himself.
Nice legs.
Be sure you eat your fiber.
What painting?
I don't see any painting.
Aah!
Jeez!
Down. Morstead, down!
Come here. Come here.
Sorry, Richard.
Rescue dogs are loyal but needy.
Good girl.
Did he need to eat my wiper?
It's Ok now. You can come out.
There. Oh, sorry, Richard.
Your dog's inside.
Hey, is he always so thirsty?
I can't keep him away from the toilet.
Maybe he's got a salt imbalance.
I'm just saying I'd look into it.
How was the writing conference?
Fine.
You feeling less threatened by your popularity?
Sally, um, thanks for watching hobo.
Can you bring him out?
You're not coming in? Quiet.
No, it's late. It's late.
I have... what. I got two more hours
to get up to derry.
I understand. You probably have someone waiting.
No. Nobody's waiting.
Oh, my god. What happened to our car?
I mean your car.
Did someone break in?
Uh, it's a long story.
Were they trying to steal your painting?
Huh?
I bet you stopped at a consignment shop.
You're always treasure-hunting.
Ew.
But I destroyed it.
Oh, tell me you didn't buy that.
Or is it a gift from one of your sick fans?
Richard?
Are you Ok?
I destroyed that. I threw it in the river.
God, you're not well. Look at you.
You're bone white.
The stock market...
Hey, you look better.
You got some color back.
Richard, you're acting weird.
You're freaking out your own dog.
The yard sale was in, um, Rosewood, New Hampshire.
What yard sale?
The yard sale where I bought the painting.
When I bought it this afternoon,
the Firebird was crossing the Zakim bridge in Boston.
Now it's in Rosewood.
The painting is changing.
It's following me.
You're drinking again.
No.
The pills? No.
Then what is it?
Richard, you had a checkup after the writing conference.
I mean, what did your doctor say?
He found something.
What did he find?
He didn't say.
Why didn't you tell me this?
Were you expecting to drive home alone
and keep this inside?
Now tell me exactly what the doctor said.
Whatever he said is the least of my worries.
Right now, there is the distinct and terrifying possibility
that I might be losing my mind.
You're not losing your mind, Richard.
You just had a terrible day.
I think you need a healing.
Oh... yes, a healing.
We've got to get you out of these clothes first.
Come on out back.
Will be able to take advantage
of valuable federal tax credits
starting in 2006.
We interrupt now for a breaking local news story.
A Rosewood woman has been brutally murdered
while doing a favor for an absent friend.
38-year-old Judith Diment had been conducting a yard sale
outside her neighbor's home when she was savagely attacked.
Neighbors heard a loud car accelerating away from the vicinity
along route 1.
Ok, so we have to adorn your chakras in crystal.
Do you think that crystals will tame
a runaway imagination?
Yes, they will.
My god, it's hot in here.
Well, that's the point.
Your body is releasing toxins.
Ok, now take this.
It's a flower extract to combat fear.
Open up. Come on.
I'll take a pint.
You have to educate yourself
about health, Richard.
You're a writer.
Do your research.
Knowledge is power,
power to fight.
Mmm.
Fight. Yeah.
That's what aunt Trudy said.
[Engine revving]
Uh!
Hey, welcome back.
You feel better?
Come on. Get in.
It's gone.
Like magic.
What'd you do with it?
Don't ask.
Sally.
It's in the trash where it belongs.
Did it change?
I didn't look.
No. I mean, was it still the yard sale?
I told you I wouldn't look, and neither should you.
Here.
What's this?
I... I want you to stay at the lighthouse inn tonight.
Richard.
No, please. If you do, I'll be able to sleep.
I'm not afraid of your painting.
I know. Just humor me.
Thank you for the healing.
You're welcome.
Oh, and hobo thanks you, too.
Anytime, hobo.
Hey.
Find your way back.
Maybe I will.
Maybe I'll beat this thing inside me and...
Just, um, surprise everyone.
Bye.
Home, hobo. Home.
No more yard sales.
I sent her away.
I know what you are.
You're a disease growing in my body.
If I die, you die.
I want you to think about that.
Killing me would be your suicide.
We need each other to live.
I'm not your damn disease,
you...egomaniac.
I'm what you don't know.
I'm your fear.
Come on!
Aaah!
Uh.
Rosewood police tell us
that today's murder is not the first tragedy
in this neighborhood.
Just last year, a boy next door committed suicide
in this same house.
It's very sad, Claudia.
Claudia: Very sad for the Diment family and all their friends.
I'm Claudia Clemmens reporting from Rosewood.
It's real.
This is real.
No.
Aunt Trudy's.
Trudy's voice on machine: Hello.
Trudy.
I know it encourages burglars to say things
like this, but I've gone to Kennebunk
to watch a movie.
If you intend to break in,
please don't take my China pigs.
[Engine revving]
If you want to leave a message,
do so at the beep.
Trudy, call me when you get back home.
I don't care how late it is. Just call me.
Oh, God. Please not aunt Trudy.
Send them by the coast road.
Please send them down the coast road.
[Engine revving]
No.
No! No!
Trudy?
Yes, dear. What is it?
Are you all right?
I'm better now.
What's wrong? Your voice sounds all funny.
It's trembling. What is it?
It's that picture, isn't it?
It's that damn picture.
Well, yeah. You were right.
It... it's evil,
so I burned it in the fireplace.
Well, good. Scatter the ashes, too.
You were worried about me, weren't you,
because you showed it to me?
Yes. Fire was the right idea.
That's how they used to kill evil, right?
Well, you've used it a few times in your books.
Ha! You're right. I did.
Oh, I'm fine, Richard.
You get some sleep.
You've had a hard day, hmm?
You've got to stay strong and healthy.
We'll talk tomorrow?
I think so.
Good night, dear.
He would have been here by now,
even if he'd taken the coast road.
Hobo.
Take it! Take it! It's yours!
Go away! Leave me alone!
Aah!
Uh!
Damn you.
Blood.
I'm going outside, I think.
So you know when you get back home tonight,
you're staying with Mrs. Clausen, right?
Yes, ma.
And you'll be a good boy for her?
Yes, ma.
And she will put you on the bus in the morning,
and I will be here
after you get home from school tomorrow.
Yes, ma.
All right.
Off you go, then.
I love you.
I know.
Is dad coming home this time?
No, sweetheart. Not this time.
But soon.
Why can't I go with you?
Because it's nowhere for you to go.
But I want to see him.
Soon.
Real soon.
Off you go.
Go learn something.
So, how long you got now, Willie?
6 weeks.
Best keep your nose clean, then.
A box of Kleenex a day, officer.
How long do you think you'll be out this time?
Hey.
You all right?
Yeah.
You want to... Sit down?
Sure.
Almost seems like real life sometimes.
You got the families living here,
it might even get more popular than it is.
Hmm.
Barney's gone.
Gone? Gone where?
I don't know.
He just packed up and left.
You and him have a problem?
No. No problem.
No problem. Willie, it was fine.
You know Barney.
He's easy to get along with.
He made friends with a man who worked there.
Old guy called Mcfarland.
Not Cappy Mcfarland.
I don't know what his first name was.
Who is he?
Cappy's an ex-con.
Barney shouldn't have been hanging.
So they were hanging out a lot together.
They ate lunch together sometimes.
One day, I came home and they were sitting there, in the kitchen.
Were they planning something?
I don't know.
Barney never said anything
and then about a week later, he just up and left.
He just left?
He didn't say anything to you?
Well, he called me once.
He said there was something he had to do.
When he was done, he'd be in touch.
And Cappy?
He had cancer or something.
I heard he died.
How long ago was this?
About a month.
Just after my last visit.
I kept thinking Barney would come back, you know.
Mom, try that one.
Jackson kind of misses him.
How 'bout you? You kinda miss him?
Yeah.
I kinda miss him, Willie.
It was nice having somebody around.
Helped with Jackson a lot.
Yeah. I know.
It was your idea Barney come live with us.
Yeah. I know.
And he was grateful.
He always said you looked after him in here.
Maybe he...
Maybe he didn't want to involve you in something, you know...
Illegal.
Barney's a damn fool.
Yeah. Well, just so long as you're not one.
You get out this time.
That's it. You know that, Willie.
I won't do another stretch.
I won't let Jackson do another stretch.
You get out this time, you stay out.
That's the deal.
That's why I've hung in.
Yeah. You're my wife.
If you can call it that.
18 months out of the last 10 years?
That's no wife.
It sure ain't no life.
The park is now closed.
Thank you for coming. Remember, drive safely.
Hi, Karen.
Hiya, Thelma.
Hey, you been visitin' today?
Yeah.
How's Willie?
He's hangin' in.
He's out soon, ain't he?
6 weeks, God willing.
Guess that's why you had to get rid of that young fella used to work here.
What was his name?
Barney. Right?
He was a hunk.
How'd you find a lodger like that?
Uh, he was Willie's cellmate.
What do you know!
If I thought I'd get a cellmate look like that,
I'd Rob a bank in a minute.
Home sweet home.
Welcome back, Willie.
Thanks. Dad!
Thanks, Mrs. Clausen.
You're welcome. Bye, Willie.
You're looking good.
Thanks.
Do you want to come inside?
Yeah.
I drew some pictures for you.
Oh, that's great.
Where you goin'?
Just gonna, uh...
check in on Jackson.
See if he slept through it.
Felt like you got a load off your mind.
A load of something.
Don't know about my mind.
So, how did you manage inside?
What kind of question is that?
Ok. Never mind.
No. No.
You brought it up.
Why would you ask me something like that?
7 years is a long time.
Tell me about it.
We're gonna get out of this dump.
I get through my parole, we'll move out west.
Barney and I used to talk about it.
Start something legit.
Well...
Looks like Barney decided not to wait.
I asked around the joint where he was.
Cappy had a score planned,
but he got too sick to do it.
So I think he was trying to get Barney involved.
How's that?
Cappy's dead. That's what I heard.
Well, let's hope Barney didn't get past the talk.
Hey...
What are the chances you can get me a job at the park?
If it doesn't close down first.
They don't have anything against hiring ex-cons.
What they don't like is paying a living wage.
Yeah. Well...
2 non-living wages are better than one.
Yeah.
Yeah, that's the truth.
We're gonna make it.
You see if we don't.
Who'd that be?
I don't know.
Barney!
Karen, towels.
Hey, Willie.
Glad to see you made it out.
Hurry.
Let me see this. Let me see this.
Yeah. Nice.
Yeah. No, I'm fine.
Barney, let me look at it.
Willie, Willie. I'm fine.
I've got to talk to you. What?
Hey, Karen.
Hi, Barney.
Go see if Jackson woke up.
Go on. It's all right.
What? Huh?
Cappy Mcfarland come to see me.
You remember Cappy?
Yeah.
He put this proposition to me.
I thought we was going clean.
Barney, what happened to that, Barney?
Willie, Willie, Willie.
This was a biggie, Willie.
A biggie.
We're talking 3 and a half mil split 4 ways.
Beats serving cokes at the park.
All right. Just let me look at this.
[Sighs]
Oh! Oh, god.
We gotta call 911.
Oh, no, no, no. No, no cops. Willie.
I'm not going back in.
Willie, he's hurt bad.
Let me get another towel.
I thought Cappy was a goner.
Yeah.
Yeah, he's a goner.
He just got the team together and drove.
Who else?
Ok.
Guy called Keenan.
Rich son of a bitch.
And another guy by the name of Sarge.
Gulf war vet. He's a bad mother.
And Jagger. Jagger. He's even worse.
3 and a half mil.
New bills. Numbered.
Have to be held. You can't spend.
What happened to it?
Cappy hid it.
Why Cappy?
Why, he was on his way out, you know.
His last job. He, uh...
He went to bury it before they buried him.
Didn't tell nobody where he made this map.
4 quarters.
Each piece had a letter on it with a name.
Buttercup...
Camellia...
Anemone, Rosebud.
Hey, babe.
Oh.
You want something for the pain?
Let me see if I can find something for the pain.
All right?
Yeah.
Hold onto that.
Ok.
She's the best, Willie.
Yeah.
So, how'd this happen?
She just took pity on me, Willie. That's all it was.
Who shot you, Barney?
Keenan.
Keenan. He calls me up.
Says he's got a proposition.
Said he'd, uh... He'd buy my quarter.
Cash.
Cash I could spend.
How much?
100,000.
Against 3 quarters of a million.
That's a pretty big markdown.
Yeah. But, Willie. Karen deserves it, you know.
She deserves it, Willie, like you always said, you know.
So, you went to this Keenan's?
Yeah. I went to his place.
It's a big place up on Ridge road.
811.
He asked me if I got it with me.
My quarter.
I was stupid.
I said, yeah,
and he, uh...
He plugs me.
He plugged me, Willie. Just like that. You know?
Like a little pop gun, or else I'd be dead already.
Man, she's the best, Willie.
I owe you, Willie.
Lookin' out for me in the pen.
Owe Karen looking out for me.
I'm giving you mine, Willie.
What?
I'm giving you mine.
You and Karen. All right?
You go see him.
Take what's me and yours and Karen's.
Hear me, Willie?
Yeah, I hear you.
Willie, can you hear me?
Yeah. I'm right here, buddy. I'm right here.
I'm right here, buddy. It's all right.
No hard feeling's about me and Karen. Ok?
[Sobs]
No h-hard feelings.
Willie.
Ok. Ok.
Barney.
Is he...
Yeah.
What was he saying? I heard him say my name.
He was just rambling.
What are you doing?
What is that?
It's a part of a lottery ticket.
All right. We should call the police.
Karen.
I don't want to go back in there.
You had nothing to do with this.
It's not how they'll see it.
This is about money from a robbery, isn't it?
It's what you mean about a lottery ticket?
You think these people are going to share it with you?
It's not theirs to share.
These people are dangerous.
Willie.
They killed Barney.
And you don't think I should do anything about that?
What can you do?
Jackson: Mom?
I told you he tried to hold me up. He had a gun.
Said he'd shoot me if I didn't give him my quarter.
I keep a gun in my safe.
When he made me open it up, I got the drop on him.
Yeah. Well, it surprised the hell out of me, too.
No. He ran off.
I was too shocked.
I don't know where he went.
That's why I'm calling you.
I called Jagger, too.
But he wasn't there so I left him a message.
He's out there somewhere is all I know
and we've got to find him.
Yeah, sure, I'm scared.
I never shot anybody before.
No, I'm not going anywhere.
Put your hands on the counter and leave them there.
Who are you?
Just think of me as the fifth quarter.
You're a friend of Barney's.
He just tried to kill me.
Not the way Barney tells it.
He's lying.
He came around.
Tried to sell me his quarter of the map.
When I refused, he pulled a gun,
tried to make me hand mine over.
And you got the drop on him, right?
Who were you on the phone to? Jagger or Sarge?
He told you about...Everything?
He told me what he could before he died.
Hands.
Leave 'em where I can see 'em.
He's dead?
Them gut shots'll do it every time.
So, where's the gun you shot him with?
It was self-defense.
All right.
Where's the self-defense weapon you shot him with?
Thought you kept it in the safe.
I didn't put it back.
All right. The way we do this...
you open the drawer, you don't put your hand in.
You step away.
All this is real slow.
Got it?
That's fine.
Enough!
Turn around.
It's a lady's gun, Keenan.
You ain't got a lady there?
You don't want to mess with these people.
I wouldn't be messing with anyone if you hadn't shot Barney.
I told you it was self-defense.
Listen, Barney just died on me in my house, on my couch.
And he told me you tried to screw him out of his share.
I don't think he would have told me that
with his last breath if it wasn't true.
So, you can cut this self-defense crap.
Let's just get your quarter of the map
and we'll call it quits.
And what if I refuse to give it to you?
Now think about what one of those feels like
in the gut and tell me you won't give me what I'm asking for.
Hey. Hey. What are you doing?
Easy. Hey! Stop!
All right. Keep going.
There you go. Put it on the...
That's right. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Easy. Let me see those hands.
Who is that?
I don't know.
Well, find out.
Who is it?
It's me.
What?
Who is it?
It's Sarge.
[Buzz buzz buzz]
Buzz him in.
Now, get behind the bar and stay there until he's in the room.
You try to warn him and I'll kill you.
You hear me?
Shut up!
Keep your hands where I can see 'em.
Sarge: Say, man. Barney's car is still parked outside.
Now, he's got to be around here somewhere.
Keep them in the air, Sarge.
Save me from shooting you.
And who the hell are you?
The way we play this is the guy with the gun
gets to ask the questions.
Open your jacket with your left hand one button at a time.
Quit that whimpering, Keenan.
It's a pretty big gun.
So, now you got 2 guns.
Still haven't told me who the hell you are.
I'm a friend of Barney Mars.
The late Barney Mars.
I told you, Sarge. He came around.
Shut up about that bullshit, Keenan.
Didn't believe you the first time.
So I guess you know the kind of scumbag you're dealing with.
Yeah. But you're the scumbag I don't know.
So Barney's dead,
and you want his piece of the map.
I already got Barney's piece...
And his.
Don't make me do it, Sarge.
You haven't told me where your piece of the map is yet.
You're a pretty tough mother...
- For white trash. - Uhh!
Shut up!
Go check on him.
Keep those hands in the air.
Well?
Is he dead?
Getting there.
I think I'm gonna get a second opinion. Move away.
Look.
You've got his piece of the map,
and you've got Barney's.
Ain't that enough?
That's more than I started with.
The way I see it, you and this other guy,
Jagger, you won't let me take half.
You won't even let me take Barney's quarter.
So that means I'm gonna have to take it all.
That's greedy.
What makes the world go round.
And what if I don't give up my piece of the map?
Then I'll shoot out your kneecaps,
make you get down on them and clean up the blood.
You're Willie Gansen.
Barney's bunk buddy from stir.
Hmm.
You know what's funny?
It didn't stop him from pokin' your wife.
I got a real good look at her once.
Not bad for a hoochie mama.
I don't have it on me.
Well, then we best go get it.
Uh, where you going?
Just going to get my crunchies.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
It's the middle of the night.
Come on. No. Go to sleep.
Mom.
Uhh!
Listen carefully.
I let you go...
You scream...
You'll be gargling blood.
And then I do the boy.
Understood?
Now, tell me...
And don't hold anything back...
'Cause I can feel a lie
starting before it even comes out of your mouth.
Tell me about Barney.
So, now we got Rosebud.
I'd say this is shaping up to be an island, Sarge.
How you supposed to know which one?
Huh?
Cappy said when the 4 quarters come together,
we'd figure it out.
There's an awful lot of islands in Maine.
Cappy didn't head off to Polynesia, did he?
No.
Not the shape he was in.
It's around here someplace.
Yo-ho-ho on a dead man's chest, right?
Jagger.
How come you're such a hard ass all of a sudden, Willie?
I mean, Barney told me you two were
going to go straight when you got out.
Well, it's not everyday you get out of the pen
and find 3 and a half million bucks
bleeding to death on your couch,
telling you he was screwing your old lady
but no hard feelings.
Kind of changes your perspective on things.
Uhh!
Got anyone else here?
Huh?
Up against the wall.
Middle of the room.
That's fine.
All right. Where is it?
Make me an offer, Willie.
I'll let you live. How about that?
How about I don't believe you?
Aah!
I told you, I'd shoot off your kneecap.
All right! All right!
It's over there!
Where?
Inside the vase!
That wasn't so hard, now was it? Camellia.
You're out of your depth, Willie.
Way out.
Uhh!
Hell, man.
Get yourself shot sneaking up like that.
You know who this is, Willie?
Anemone.
It's just you and me now.
I had a word with your old lady.
We had a real good understanding, me and her.
She told me what I wanted to know and I didn't cut her throat.
Cross my heart. Hope to die.
You can feel a lie starting in the heart.
Did you know that, Willie?
Yeah.
She told me you dumped Barney Buttercup,
then went to see Rosebud.
I didn't see you there,
so I figured either Sarge got you or you got Sarge.
Either way...
It's all coming back here.
Now, I could say why don't we split this, Willie.
2 ways.
But you wouldn't need to have your hand on my heart
to know I was bullshitting you.
So why don't we just get up on our hind legs,
count to 10.
Last man standing takes all.
One.
2...
3...
4...
5, 6...
7, 8, 9!
Ah!
Karen!
Willie?
Are you Ok?
Oh, my god. You're shot.
Did he hurt you?
No. He just scared me real bad.
Where's Jackson?
I took him to Mrs. Clausen's.
Oh, god. Come on. Come on.
Let me, uh...Come here. Come here.
Gotta get this seen to, Willie.
The bullet's still in there.
Ex-cons with bullets in them got a lot of explaining to do.
Yeah, well, ex-cons with bullets in them die.
Listen, we have to figure out where this island is.
All right? It's got to be somewhere close.
Eastern seaboard at least.
Cappy had to get there with the money
and he was on his last legs
from the sound of things.
It might not be the ocean?
It could be an island on a lake somewhere.
There's lots of them.
Listen...
This thing with Barney and me.
I don't want to...
I don't want to hear about that.
Listen to me, Willie.
We just gave each other a little comfort.
In 7 years, that was the one and only.
And it wouldn't have happened if you hadn't have sent him here.
And it wouldn't have happened even then
if it wasn't that Barney really liked you.
Oh, there's a theory.
He told me about you and him.
About how you looked out for him...
How it went down between you.
And I understood, Willie.
I did and I didn't think bad of you...
Or of him. That's all I'm asking.
Don't think bad of Barney or...
Or of me.
Hold on.
[Police radio]
It's the cops, Willie.
All right.
Hide this.
Look, if they can't connect us
to the robbery, we're Ok.
And there's no reason they should.
I was in the can when it went down.
Hey.
You sure it's safe in there?
Yeah.
Till you get out.
All right. Listen to me.
You don't know nothing.
I went out last night. You got no idea where.
I came back this morning shot.
All right. All right! All right! I'm coming! I'm coming!
Willie?
How you doing?
Detective.
Hi, mom.
Hey, babe.
I'm hungry.
What would you like?
Honey crunch.
Wet or dry?
Dry.
Ok.
Have a seat.
Where's dad?
Dad's had to go away for a little bit.
They, uh...
They made a mistake
about when he's supposed to get out.
Does that mean he won't be coming back for another while?
Yeah.
Yeah, but just for a little while this time.
What's this?
It's a word game I've been playing.
Like a crossword puzzle?
Yeah. Kind of.
Buccaneers of the Caribbean adventure ride?
B-C-A-R.
Buttercup, Camellia, Anemone, Rosebud.
What you saying?
Jackson, don't talk with your mouth full.
Uh, I want you to go over to Mrs. Clausen's for a bit.
I haven't finished my cereal.
Well, then, uh... Take it with you.
Just tell her I need her to look after you
for a little bit, Ok?
All right. All right, babe.
So, that's your story, Willie?
Barney's banging your old lady while you're in the can.
You have it out with him.
He shoots you, you grab the gun off him,
plug him, and then get rid of his body.
That it?
'Course you'd have to produce the body.
Don't get cute.
Doesn't become you.
Our dogs sniffed out Barney the dead guy
not 200 feet from your trailer.
Self-defense.
Justifiable homicide. Involuntary manslaughter.
Somewhere in there.
Whatever.
Looks like it's bye-bye, Willie.
Must be a record for recidivism, though.
How long you been out,
24 hours?
Seems like a lot longer.