Previously on Happy Town...
I want $250,000 or I'll be handing it over to the police.
You can never leave the Haplin town limits.
Take this out of town on my behalf.
- I killed the Magic Man! - Friddle was not the Magic Man!
- Andrew, stop. - Could be the guy.
Whoever this guy is, he's a total freak.
(Crash) (Gasps)
It began 12 years ago.
Every year, for the next seven years, someone vanishes.
- And when she vanished, Lauryn Ward was dating... - John Haplin?
If he took Lauryn, that would explain
how her hand turned up at the bread factory.
You getting anywhere with that fish, Root Beer?
Nope. Still working on it.
I do know it's a type of catfish,
- but not from around here. - Hmm.
Just what the heck is it doing in Haplin?
Not to mention, what the heck is it doing in Lauryn Ward's hand?
That, too.
Am I gonna need my lawyer?
A lawyer has nothing to do with Lauryn Ward's severed hand
popping up in a loaf of bread.
Hey, I'm as, uh, mystified as to how that happened as you.
12 years ago,
you had an affair with a girl who then went missing.
You never thought to mention that affair.
Now that girl's severed hand shows up in your bread factory,
where you control what goes in and out.
That makes you a person of interest
- in this investigation, John. - Oh, you can't be serious.
Well, why didn't you tell us about it before?
'Cause I've got a wife and a family.
But I had nothing to do with her disappearance.
(Knock on door)
Tommy, she showed up a few minutes ago
demanding to speak to you.
Mrs. Friddle.
I've been trying like hell to figure out
who killed my husband, and I am now certain of it.
It sure as hell wasn't the Stivilettos.
Come in.
Okay?
It was Dave Duncan.
Uh, that's a...
Pretty big accusation to make, Mrs. Friddle.
What makes you think that it was Big Dave Duncan?
It is all in there.
- What's this? - It's Jerry's diary.
He kept it for years.
I just found it this morning.
And in there, he talks about how Dave Duncan
took to following him around. Even took pictures.
Jerry had no idea why.
But when he confronted him about it,
you wanna to know what Dave Duncan's response was?
"I'm gonna get you."
A railroad spike, Tom.
Dave Duncan killed my husband
with a railroad spike through his head.
(Voice breaks) I want to know what you're gonna do about it.
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"Wanted dead or alive" has to be the best song ever, T.C.
And why is that, Dave?
It's about this guy who knows everyone hates him,
but he still rides on a steel horse,
escaping to Bolivia.
- Where in the song does it say he's escaping to Bolivia? - It doesn't.
But Bolivia's just where everyone goes
when they're on the lam...
- Butch and Sundance, Eddie Fucci. - Who?
- Friend of my dad's. Got in trouble for fraud. - Whatever. I'm more of
a "Livin' on a prayer" kind of guy.
And besides, what he should do is
come to my grandfather's cabin in the woods.
- It's a good place to hide. (Gasps) Shh. - You know...
Shh. (Whispers) Look.
(Birds chirping)
What are you doing?
(Whispers) He's wanted, dead or alive!
(Big Dave) But what about a railroad spike?
Let's kill him with a railroad spike
- right in his skull. - Why would you want to do that?
Because he uses those horns to kill other deer.
No, he doesn't. The other deer are his friends.
Well, I liked killing Jerry Friddle.
What?
I mean...
Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe he wasn't the Magic Man,
but he was still a pervert.
And perverts
deserve to get holes in their head.
(Man screams) (Rachel) Tommy?
- Bad dream? - Oh. (Sighs)
Yeah.
No, I... (Groans)
I don't know.
You might've slept less than me last night.
I've never seen you toss and turn like that.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.
I keep you awake?
No.
I would've been up all night anyway.
Is anything else coming back to you?
The same things I remembered when Mr. Grieves hypnotized me.
I was underwater,
but I could breathe.
And the others were there,
but they could breathe.
(Sighs)
How could we breathe if we were underwater?
Hey, just give yourself a break, okay?
I'm gonna find who did this to you.
Just my luck to be garroted
at the tail end of the turtleneck season.
Tell me again exactly what happened.
Well, I... (Clears throat)
Bought my ticket, I took my seat,
I was reading the newspaper, enjoying the ride,
and then... (Makes clicking sound)
(Train horn blows)
And then when I came to, I'm afraid your bag had gone.
Whoever did this could've easily killed me,
but for some reason, he did not.
And you didn't see anything,
- didn't get a glimpse of anybody, nothing? - I was attacked from behind,
so, no, I did not. (Sighs)
However...
However what?
(Sighs) It was probably my imagination,
but there seemed to be
an overpowering aroma of cinnamon.
- Cinnamon? - Yes, cinnamon.
It was most peculiar.
Cinnamon has been used for everything
from, uh, currency to embalming the dead.
(Train horn blows)
Tell me exactly
what you've got us into here, Ms. Boone.
(Trailer rattles)
(Brakes squeal)
(Engine turns off)
(Andrew) Where are we?
In the middle of nowhere.
(Truck door opens)
(Panting)
I'm gonna go out there. (Whispers) Okay? Shh.
I don't think that's a good idea.
Andrew?
(Door slams) (Gasps)
Andrew?!
(Men grunting) (Thudding noises)
(Door opens)
Georgia Bravin
in my trailer.
Why, it's like finding a Ruby...
In a mountain of maggots.
(Door opens, bells jingle)
Welcome to the House of Ushers.
(Door closes)
As our first customer of the day,
you are entitled
to a complimentary Edward G. Robinson pen.
- Your shop is beautiful. - Oh.
Very ornamented.
Very European.
Very unimportant to this town,
like a spleen.
Actually, it's a common medical misconception
that the spleen is superfluous.
It gets lumped together with other nonessential organs
like the appendix or...
The heart in a conservative.
Regardless,
if it interferes where it shouldn't,
it becomes quickly dispensable.
Oh, I'm very well aware
that you could have me surgically removed at any time,
- Mrs. Haplin. - So you know who I am.
Oh, certainly.
I recognize your face
from the side of the Haplin nickel.
You fancy yourself a great wit, do you, Mr. Grieves?
You know, a man once asked God,
"What's a million years to you?"
And God said, "A second."
So he asked, "What's a million dollars to you?"
And God replied, "A penny."
So the man smiled and said,
"Could I borrow a penny?"
And God smiled and said,
"Yes. Just a second."
(Clears throat)
I'm so sorry. I never could tell a joke.
Wait in the car, Levon.
I'm going to have a browse.
(Door opens, bells jingle)
Crepes are incredibly difficult to make.
(Frying pan clatters)
(Sighs) They're almost not worth it.
What did you do with Andrew?
Eggs must be whisked perfectly,
the salt and butter calibrated just so.
Otherwise, you're making an omelet. (Chuckles)
And the variety of crepes is endless. (Handcuffs rattle)
I liken it to, uh,
choosing the correct truth serum.
So many options. And everybody reacts differently.
For example, that night at the hospital,
I gave you just a dash of sodium pentothal.
Everything went haywire.
Your father, on the other hand,
has the tolerance of a clydesdale.
When I wanted to find out if you told him anything,
I tried some temazepam, a little ethanol...
Nothing seemed to work.
What do you want? Why are you doing this?
You... man!
(Voice breaks) Is Andrew okay?
(Sets down plate)
Ahh. So...
Tell me,
Georgia Bravin...
(Muffled scream)
What?! (Crying)
What the hell are you doing
in my trailer?
(Sobbing)
(Merritt) And here's something I think you might appreciate.
These are the infamous gloves
worn by Audrey Hepburn in "Breakfast at Tiffany's,"
and this is the very telephone
that Ray Milland used in his nefarious schemes
in "Dial M for murder."
I could lose an entire afternoon in here,
but I must be on my way.
Then when will I see you again?
(Hangs up receiver) Pardon me?
I'm new to town,
and I would very much like to avoid being on your bad side,
so perhaps you could instruct me
as to how to avoid such a thing.
At dinner, maybe, tonight?
Are you asking me out, Mr. Grieves?
Yes, I suppose I am...
In my own ham-fisted way.
6:30.
At Rita's...
One of the few truly decent restaurants we have here.
Until then...
(Door opens, bells jingle)
(Roger) When did you find out that Lauryn Ward
was sleeping with Greggy Stiviletto?
- I don't know. Don't remember. - Well, let me help you out.
It was just before she went missing.
Now isn't that a neat coincidence?
How... how did it make you feel to find out
you were sharing a girl with a Stiviletto?
That you were banging her in the back of your big new car,
and then she would just waltz on over to the town dump...
To be finished off by another younger man?
Literally poor white trash,
taking her places that the rich fumbling boy couldn't.
You guys do know that it's called good cop/bad cop, right?
Not idiot cop/moron cop?
Now you could insult me,
you could, uh, attack my manhood
and try to get a rise out of me,
but I did not
kill that girl.
(Man) Oh, yeah! (Man) Come on down! (Laughs)
Sure you don't wanna come sink a drink, Greggy?
How many times I gotta tell you, Lincoln?
- It's part of my parole. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, no alcohol. Blah, blah, blah, blah.
(Baby boy) Boo! Boo! (Laughter)
Whoo! (Laughing)
(Man) Whoo!
(Dog barks)
(Goat bleating, dog barking)
Well, hello there.
(Electricity crackles)
(Grunts) (Thuds)
(Dog barking)
Well, hello to you, too, Greggy.
(Greggy) So... little doe-eyed muffin likes her lovin'
a little more lurid, huh?
Greggy can get behind that.
Not so much.
This little doe-eyed muffin
has only three pet peeves.
One...
She has zero tolerance for thieves.
Two...
She doesn't like when her friends
get strangled on trains.
(Grunting)
And three...
She really hates
dudes who refer to themselves in the third person.
(Grunts) (Panting)
How'd you find out about Lauryn and Greggy?
Driving home one night, and, um, there it was...
His, uh, nasty old muscle car, you know?
Speckled with bondo and... and... and rust.
It was parked kinda by Weeping Wall,
and the windows were steamy.
She gets out all giggly... giggly, and, uh, he follows her out,
wearing that smug grin he always used to wear.
And did you confront her about it?
'Course not. Where would be the point?
- Why not? - Well, I wasn't gonna leave my wife for her.
It was a fling.
You know, just one of those things that men do sometimes
when pretty young girls, uh, show them some attention.
Something weak men do.
And if it doesn't go good for the weak man,
then... maybe he finds some other alternate ending.
Lauryn Ward was taken by the Magic Man.
Mm. Yeah.
Oh. (Chuckles) Oh, come on. Really?
Really?
What... a-are you guys trying to set the land speed record
for backwoods cop stupidity?
The Magic Man took seven victims...
One of them being my daughter,
my own daughter, my daughter...
So if you think for a minute...
(Pounds table) Ah, that's it. I'm out of here.
- Sit down, John. - I won't sit down. I'm going...
- I said, "Sit down." - No, I won't sit down!
- (Grunts) You sit down. - (Roger) Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Um... Roger, I got state lab calling for you.
(Voice breaking) We were in the woods,
and we saw the trailer, and we went in.
It was an accident.
Mm. I don't believe in accidents, Georgia Bravin.
I believe only in the hand of fate
and its gnarled knuckles.
I believe in opportunity.
After all,
I blew it the first time I tried to question you,
when I... overdosed your coffee creamer. (Chuckles)
Perhaps the hand of fate is presenting me
with a second chance.
But what could you possibly want to question me about?
I overheard you, behind the pizza barn,
talking to that little turd out there.
You need to just relax.
See, no one knows you were at Mac's pond
- the night of the murder, Georgia. -You want me to relax?
You were there with me. What if somebody...
So I followed you to the hospital cafeteria.
But I messed up my potion, and you were useless.
(Cup clatters)
(Screams) (Wind howls)
(Normal voice) Why is it so important to you
what I saw at the ice shack?
Why do you think?
(Whispers) Oh, my God.
(Normal voice) Oh, my God. You killed Jerry Friddle! (Handcuffs rattle)
No. Of course not.
I'm here to find the man who killed Jerry Friddle,
because that's my job.
Your job?
Dan Farmer, state police.
(Voice breaking) You're a cop?
I am, maybe, the best cop ever.
You're insane.
Why does everybody always say that?
You know you can't keep me like this much longer.
My brothers will be home soon.
Tell me where my money is.
(Grunts) You've got it all wrong, baby doll,
'cause that ain't your money.
I didn't think you just coming along
right after the accident was any coincidence.
No. I think you were following me.
But the question is... why?
What? You're gonna torture me?
I was in prison, sugar.
And I don't know if you've noticed,
but I'm cute.
And all the big boys in cellblock 6,
they tried things.
They didn't get anything from Greggy.
Neither will you.
(Exhales deeply)
What did I tell you
about using the third person?
(Grunts) (Thud)
(Groans) You little psycho!
Now I don't know who you are or what your game is,
but if you're just some little pint-sized grifter
trying to pull one over on Peggy Haplin,
you just went up against the wrong broad.
(Breathing heavily)
(Peggy) ...Which leads me to my next question.
In my experience,
elegant men of a certain age are single for two reasons...
Mm.
Gay or crazy. (Chuckles)
And your accent notwithstanding, you don't seem gay,
so... are you crazy? (Laughs)
Well... (Clears throat)
I was widowed in Manchester...
Oh.
And I was very lost and lonely,
so I decided upon America,
but not the America that I knew...
New York or Chicago or San Francisco.
No, I-I wanted something more...
Norman Rockwell,
less George Orwell.
A blister on the turnpike.
A blister on a turnpike?
Is that how you see us?
You know, there is an old Chinese proverb...
"If you have two pennies left in the world,
buy a loaf of bread with one,
and a lily with the other."
What do you think that means?
That even with a full belly,
life is not worth living without beauty.
(Clink)
(Pouring drink)
You're a father, Tommy.
You know what it's like to love your child.
I'm sure you look at me, you see a mama's boy,
a spoiled brat, a cheat, maybe even a liar and a thief.
But I do not believe for a second,
you look at me and you see a monster.
So what do you say you let me go home? (Door opens)
(Telephone ringing in distance)
Jerry Friddle.
What's Jerry Friddle got to do with this?
Just got off the phone with the state lab.
The tire tracks found up by Mac's pond,
- not 40 yards from where Friddle was murdered? - Uh-huh.
A Barracuda registered to John.
Wait a second. That... That's my son's Barracuda.
- There's gotta be a mistake. - Yeah, there has been.
I don't think you killed Lauryn Ward.
- I think you killed Jerry Friddle. - Oh, come on.
(Roger) No. Hey, come on.
Put it together... The tire tracks,
the complaints that... that Friddle stalked Lauryn Ward,
the rumors around town
that... that Friddle followed little girls.
Add all that up, John. You killed Jerry Friddle.
A-a-all right. I'm... I'm confused.
So are you saying that I am the Magic Man
- or that I killed the Magic Man? - No. Neither.
I'm saying you thought you killed the Magic Man.
All right, Roger. Just... let's just...
No nothing, Tommy.
We got our killer...
Right where we want him.
Crepe?
No.
Come on. You should eat.
- (Singsongy) It's ham and artichoke. - What have you done to Georgia?
- If you hurt her, I swear to God... - (Normal voice) You'll what?
You rich boys, you all think you can move the mountains,
when the truth is you can't even climb one.
You're handcuffed to a trailer in the middle of nowhere,
held captive by a guy
who's crazier than a pit bull spitting out peach pits,
yet you still "Swear to God"...
(Whispers) You'll what?
Are you him?
(Normal voice) Him who?
The Magic Man?
I am...
Not the Magic Man,
but I am capable of magic, man.
Then why do you have my little sister's sweatshirt?
I nicked it from your house,
back when I was working on the case.
I nicked clothing from all the victims' houses, actually.
See, I like having it around...
Sniff it, touch it.
It reminds me that these are real people,
these victims.
You see, I want to catch him just as badly as you do,
Andrew Haplin, believe you me.
He's the one that got away.
Every cop has one.
You're a cop?
Crepe?
(Chain rattles)
Good boy.
Now...
Your girl says she saw nothing up at Mac's pond
the night of Jerry Friddle's murder.
Is that true?
Yeah. That's why we didn't go to the cops.
She didn't see anything.
Mm. How about you?
I didn't see anything either.
(Mouths words)
If you are lying to me, Andrew,
I will kill you in your dreams.
Bon appetit.
(Henley) Why won't Peggy let me leave town?
I don't know, muffin.
Peggy just asked me to do her a favor.
- (Womper) Hey, bro! I got us some chop suey. - Womper!
- I thought we could have ourselves... - No. Womper, look out!
(Electricity crackles) (Groans)
You gonna tell me what Peggy wants from me, huh? (Knife clicks)
Maybe he's not as tough as you.
Womper, you want to see how much your brother loves you?
All right! All right.
Look, Peggy knows about the hammer.
That's why she won't let you leave.
I gave her the hammer back.
- Who sent you here? - Who said anybody sent me?
Because whoever sent you here
knows why that hammer's valuable to Peggy,
and as long as that person's out there,
Peggy's gonna be looking over her shoulder.
She's using me as a lure.
Exactly, muffin.
And when your boss shows up in Haplin,
looking for you,
looking for his money...
Oh, it is all over.
Peggy'll get rid of both of you.
Problem solved.
(Laughing)
I can honestly say I haven't had this much fun...
In decades.
(Laughs) (Laughs)
This morning
I would've found a remark like that highly offensive.
What about now?
I find it singularly charming.
Then this has been...
As we used to say in the merchant marine...
- "A boat worth sailing." - Good night, Mr. Grieves.
Good night to you, Mrs. Haplin.
(Chuckles)
(Car door opens)
Oh.
And good night to you, too, kind Levon.
(Car door closes)
(Man) * Out of the darkness, visions all come to light. *
Hey, T.C.
♪ Cold apparitions, demons ♪
It's over, Dave.
John Haplin's about to be charged
with Jerry Friddle's murder.
I can't let that happen.
You gotta come with me and confess.
W... uh...
But you're the Sheriff.
Can't you just not charge him?
♪ Oh, the light is dawning ♪
♪ Shining in the eyes of spirits gone ♪
Okay, T.C. if you say so.
♪ Spirits gone ♪
(Voice breaking) Okay.
But, um...
Uh, can I have tonight?
To tell my mother?
♪ ...of the old ♪
♪ Got magic water ♪
This is gonna break her heart.
♪ A drop could take your soul ♪
All right, Dave.
♪ Atop a mountain, the old man's spirit lives ♪
But then we end this.
♪ Who split the ground where he fell down ♪
Look at me, man.
"Wanted dead or alive."
I remember when we used to love that song.
♪ Shining in the eyes of spirits gone ♪
You did.
Right.
Uh, you were always more of a "Livin' on a prayer" guy.
I still am.
♪ Out of the darkness ♪
♪ Visions all come to light ♪
Are you okay?
I'm okay. (Kisses)
(Keys jangle)
(Locks click)
(Sighs) The interstate is one mile that way.
Now let's just keep this our little secret, shall we?
I'll be watching you.
Anybody learns about this
and, well, I'll find out about it.
I think you both know I'm capable of much more
than just a really good blueberry crepe.
Remember,
hand of fate...
It's on you now.
Bye-bye.
(Telephone rings)
(Ring)
House of Ushers.
(Peggy) Hello.
Well, hello again.
I just wanted to thank you again for a lovely evening.
Oh, no. Not at all. We should, um...
(Pen clatters)
We should do it again sometime.
We're having a party this weekend at Weeping Wall.
Perhaps you'd like to attend.
Even more than I would like the ascot to be back in style.
(Muffled screaming) You can't just leave us here like this,
- like animals. - Oh, don't worry.
Eventually Womper will get hungry and eat himself free.
(Muffled screaming continues)
Hey!
Well, you really turned out to be
some kind of major freak, huh?
And despite all your little secrets and lies,
I was actually kinda digging you.
(Muffled shout)
'Cause everything that happened between us, that was real.
(Womper gags) I know you felt it, too.
You used me.
No one likes to be used.
And how many people have you used
since you started your little mission?
I'll bet that nutty englishman is just the first of many.
You stay away from him.
And you stay away from me, too, Greggy,
or I'll be back. And if I do,
these past 12 hours will seem like the good old days.
(Muffled screaming)
(Birds chirping)
We gotta cut Haplin loose.
We are close to a confession.
He's not our guy.
I know that.
You do?
I talked to the state lab.
They told me about the flour that was found on Friddle.
They said it could've only come from one place...
Big Dave Duncan's.
That's a key piece of evidence
you omitted from the case file, Tommy.
Your old man means an awful lot to me.
I was at the bottom of a bottle of gin,
about to get booted off the force in Saint Paul.
Griff talked to me,
gave me a job here
and helped me get sober.
I will do anything for Griffin Conroy.
And while he's out of commission,
I will make sure that his son
is keeping by the right and the rigid.
Now this Big Dave thing has gone on way too long, Tommy.
You need to bring your ace boon in,
because if you don't,
I'm gonna have to bring him in for you.
(Door closes)
(Dialing)
(Telephone rings)
(Mrs. Duncan) Hello?
Hey, Mrs. Duncan. It's Tommy. Is Dave around?
I thought he was with you.
- With me? - Yes.
He told me you boys were going on a fishing trip this weekend.
Packed a bag and everything.
(Sighs deeply)
Thanks.
(Hangs up phone)
(Crows cawing)
(Birds chirping)
(Twigs snap)
(Cicero cries)
(Insects buzzing)
(Wood cracks)
(Clattering, thud)
(Water dripping)
(Panting)
(Birds chirping)
Ohh.
(Gasps)
Ohh.
(Metal creaks)
One...
Two...
Three... four...
Five... six...
Seven.
Ohh. (Cicero cries in distance)
(Georgia) I can't believe that psycho is a cop.
- How is that possible? - Maybe he's so insane
his methods will actually find the Magic Man.
I'm just saying my family enlisted
the best law enforcement agencies out there,
and they didn't come up with squat,
so if that snap-job can give us some closure with Addie...
I think we should do what you've been saying all along...
Pack our bags, get in your car, and get the hell out of Haplin.
For real?
For real.
(Birds chirping)
(Police radio chatter, telephone ringing in distance)
I got no more questions for you, John.
You're free to go home.
I'm free to go home? 20 minutes ago,
I was the love child of Charles Manson and Ted Bundy.
I'm free to go home?
Got some new evidence on the Friddle case.
We know you're not the killer.
But I'm still a suspect in the Lauryn Ward case, right?
I don't know. All I know is you ain't got no good in you.
Don't take a cop to see that.
Now I don't know what you done wrong
or how I'm gonna catch you... Yet.
But I promise you,
I will figure it out.
Well... (Sighs)
Good luck with that, Hobbsy.
Better, nastier, stronger men than you have tried...
Like my mother.
(Birds chirping)
(Crow cawing)
(Cicero cries)
(Crows cawing)
Hey, you in there, Dave?
Can you hear me, Dave?
You stay there, Tommy.
Hey. You stay right there!
Hey, put the gun down.
I found the cages.
- What are you talking about? - Seven cages for seven victims.
Oh, this has got to stop, Dave.
You don't believe me? You never believe me!
Let me show you.
Let... me... show you.
It was near here.
Near here.
There was...
All these dead birds around a-a-a big old stump.
You gotta believe me.
No, I don't, Dave.
There were seven cages
for seven people.
There had been people in them... seven!
I saw their clothes. I saw their stuff!
Put the rifle down, okay? I want to show you something.
No, no!
All right, take it easy. Fingertips... slowly.
What is that? What is that?
- Is that the warrant for my arrest?! - No, Dave, just listen to me.
- I'm not going to jail, T.C.! I am not! - Dave, pl... Listen to me.
- Not while the Magic Man is still out there! - Dave, damn it, listen to me!
I'm sorry, T.C. Wanted...
(In Big Dave's voice) Dead or alive. I'm there for you, T.C., for the long haul.
(Cocks rifle) (Big Dave) I killed the Magic Man.
You're my best friend since third grade, Dave.
(Big Dave) You can't heal a wound until ya clean it out.
(Gasping and gagging)
(Exhales deeply) (Whispers) Oh, God.
(Normal voice) Just hang on, okay, buddy? Just...
Just hang on. (Voice breaks) I'm sorry.
(Labored breathing)
It's okay.
(Whispers) Thanks for everything.
I loved being your pal.
(Crying)
I'm sorry, Dave.
(Exhales deeply)
No! (Sobbing)
I'm sorry.
(The Rolling Stones' "Hand of Fate" playing)
♪ The hand of fate ♪
♪ Is on me now ♪
♪ It pick me up and it knock me down ♪
♪ I'm on the run ♪
♪ I'm prison bound ♪
♪ The hand of fate is heavy now ♪
Playing with your instruments, Ms. Boone?
♪ The wheel of fortune keeps turning round ♪
I need to get into Weeping Wall.
(Chuckles)
What's so funny?
Oh, nothing at all...
Except I think that can be arranged.
♪ And he had papers that the judge had signed ♪
So I go to the barn, and I walked in
and started shooting. Boom!
I can see he's right in there... (Goat bleats)
But I'm on the floor being hog-tied.
My whole face is being duct taped.
Greggy's being strung up.
I don't know what the hell she was doing to him
or what she had planned. (Speaking indistinctly)
♪ It picked me up and it kicked me right down ♪
- * Kicked me right down * - ...Brutually interrogated.
♪ Kicked me right down ♪
(John speaking indistinctly)
♪ I had to save her life ♪
♪ Yeah, I gunned him twice ♪
(Knock on door)
♪ Yeah, I watched him die ♪
♪ Watch out, boy ♪
♪ Yeah, I watched him die ♪
Come in.
You know, sometimes I wonder if, uh...
If my own brother
killed a man.
Someone who was totally disposable, uh,
wasn't bringing a damn bit of good to the world...
What would I do?
Would I let him go or would I turn him in?
How do you answer yourself?
I'd turn him in because that's my job.
♪ Ah, yeah ♪
♪ Come on, ah, yeah ♪
Look, I know it's hard, and, uh...
But you did the right thing, okay?
I'll see you, man.
Plane ticket. (Sniffles)
Leaving tonight
for Minneapolis St. Paul to La Paz, Bolivia.
(Whispers) For David Duncan.
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ Come on, oh, don't you frown ♪
He was my friend.
♪ It's too late now ♪
♪ The hand of fate ♪
♪ Is heavy now ♪
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