All language subtitles for The Riverbank FULL MOVIE Thriller Movie Kari Matchett & Rick Roberts Femme Fatales

I've been told that knowing your past is
knowing yourself.

That history is the pathway to the soul.

I know nothing about my past.

These are the things I do know.

My mother went missing 34 years ago.

I was five.

After that, my father married her
sister.

And three days ago, she was found dead.

Somebody's got to do the ID, you know?

Oh, I can do it.

She's my wife.

All right.

Look up.

Couple guys saw it this morning and
called it in.

Why don't you let me wrap this up and
I'll see you back at the station.

Right.

Come on, bring it down.

Hey Angie, what's up?

What?

I left that small town at 21 and never
looked back.

Until now.

My stepmother's death is my invitation
back home.

To finally look at all the things I
never really wanted.

Angie called you, right?

She thought it might help you if I was
here.

If you don't feel comfortable with me
staying here, I can stay in a motel.

No, there's your old room.

Come in.

You look just like your mother.

If memory serves, right?

Still no word?

No.

Well, I guess we won't go there.

I thought you were Mr. A .A. and all
that.

It's been a long week, Kate.

Besides, I only stopped drinking to
please Elaine.

So, what happened?

I don't know. An accident, obviously.

We're still waiting for the autopsy
report.

Maybe she had a heart attack.

Or... Who knows?

I know you two didn't get on very well,
but she left you something.

I'm afraid of it. Oh, come on. Hey,
she's gone. Leave her alone.

You're right. I'm sorry.

She left me a house?

Yeah, I thought that place had been torn
down.

A memory that's hazy, hiding, that
teases and flirts.

But when you reach out for it, for
resolution, for peace, to breathe easy

once, well, that's the devil.

And the devil is everywhere here.

In this house.

And that old man.

I can feel my soul rubbing against the
sharp edges of bad feelings.

This place feels dead.

From the outside in.

That's the autopsy report. Okay.

You didn't need to come to work today.

Just keeping busy, Jack.

Uh, Matt's taking care of Elaine's
paperwork.

What? What do you mean?

Come on.

Kate's back.

Sorry.

Kate, I just wanted to see if you were
up.

I'm up.

How'd you sleep?

Pretty good until about ten seconds ago.

Um, can I ask you something?

Go ahead.

Was everything okay between you and
Elaine?

Why?

There's your clothes, her makeup, and...
Well, it just looked like she was

sleeping in my bedroom.

And I said...

It's an old people's thing.

Yeah.

I snore.

Okay.

So, um, are you at the service?

Okay.

Well, there she is.

Finally.

Hi, Puddin'. Hi, Cookie.

So good to see you.

Good to see you. How'd it go with your
dad?

Oh, you know.

Awkward. Mm -hmm.

Strange.

Frustrating. Awkward some more.

Same old, same old. Nothing changes.

Except he looks old.

Well, so do we.

Speak for yourself.

Well, I'm happy you're here. I'm happy
you two finally buried the hatchet.

And the house in Muirville.

How do you know that?

Did Dad tell you that?

Yeah, I think he... I don't know. I
don't know how I know.

I just... I'm crefking, right?

You must be.

Well, the food's almost ready, but let's
say we have a couple of drinks before

we go.

Please, libations for the libations.
Yeah, the liquid courage.

Here you go, my lady.

Thank you.

I brought out the good stuff for you.
Oh, straight from the box and into the

bottle? You remember my tricks, huh?

I think that was my trick. I think you
did teach me that.

Cheers. Cheers.

Patty, come here. I want you to say hi
to someone.

Patty, get your tight ass over here.

Let me see her.

Oh, she's beautiful.

She's gorgeous.

How are you?

What do you care?

Okay, that's the way it's gonna be?

Yeah. You know, the baby's daddy's
getting out of prison soon, like a

Gonna be on probation, which is good, so
he can go see her dad and everything.

She doesn't need to hear any of that,
okay?

None of her goddamn business.

Kate doesn't want anything to do with me
since she quit playing stepmom.

I'm here now.

We could talk.

Between you and my daughter, there's an
awful lot of shit flowing in here.

Hey. Watch your mouth.

Okay, I'm going upstairs to get changed.

Ouch.

Am I bleeding?

You get mad at the ones you love.

Oh, is that it? You know her mom's still
in prison for that whole hillbilly

heroin thing, right?

Dad's never stopped with the booze.

She still talks about those two years
with you as her family years.

Yeah, well, I refer to those years as my
satanic years.

So glad I got out of that.

Yeah, you know, I envy you, Kate.

The whole going to university and the
freedom, the money, men who

wash their hair daily.

Oh, yeah. It's a perfect life.

Well, and me, the queen of my poor dad's
greasy dreams.

Sorry, Daddy.

But you look good.

Yeah.

You want fries with that myth?

We are here today to honor the life of
Elaine Mason.

Please rise and join me in reciting the
Lord's Prayer.

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed
be thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done on earth as it is in
heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread and
forgive us our trespasses as we forgive

those who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation, but
deliver us from evil. For thine is the

kingdom. the power and the glory forever
and ever common.

Please be seated.

Now do a reading of John 14.

Do not let your heart be troubled.

Trust in God. Trust also in me.

I think trying to change destiny is the
lost cause.

I came here to find the truth.

But no matter how hard I try to find it,

The universe never gives me what I want.

But it does give me what I need.

Well,

I thought it was a lovely service, as
far as services go.

Short and sweet.

I don't know, it's all a bit weird to
me.

I mean...

What was she doing by the river at
night?

And if it was suicide, why didn't you
even know? Oh, my God, Kate, she

okay? She drowned.

Just went there to, I don't know, think
or something.

We used to go to her neck.

What I think is weird is that she left
your family place. Don't you think

strange? What I think is strange is she
left me half of the family place, and my

mother owns the other half.

What am I going to do with half a house
in Miraville? I don't know.

So, um...

How's Joe taking it?

I have no idea. He hasn't said a word to
me.

Thank you for coming.

Here?

Trying to get me drunk, sailor?

It's been a long time since I've seen
you.

Yeah.

I don't know. Something feels weird.

Why was Elaine alone by the river at
night?

It doesn't make any sense.

Okay.

I'm going to be right back. One more,
okay?

Talk to you later. Okay.

What a day. I'm so happy it's almost
done. I got to get out of here. Yeah?

are you going? I don't know.

Well, do you want some company?

No, just call me every five minutes.

Okay.

Thanks for coming.

You know, um... You know what you said
about Elaine?

Yeah. Well, your hunches might not be so
crazy. After all, I've been, uh... I

have to investigate, and, uh... Death is
considered possible foul play.

Really? I mean, she might have slipped,
fallen, and hit her head. That's...

Well, that's one theory.

Mm -hmm. Any other?

That someone smashed her head.

I mean, she was semi -conscious in the
water.

That three to five seconds between when
she was... She was standing and

drowning. Right. That's just where all
the lines of logic start to get blurry.

Reasonable doubt.

Who would want to kill Elaine?

Wait, wait, no, no, it's just... It's
just a theory, right?

I'm investigating the causes.

It's just suspicious, that's all.

Mm -hmm.

Okay, so... Thought you should know.
Thank you.

Right.

Hey, Matt.

Yeah. Can I ask you something? Yeah,
sure.

Is there something going on between my
dad and Angie?

What do you mean?

I mean, is there something going on?

Uh, no, no. No? No.

You sure? I'm not sure, but I know.

Okay.

Okay, anyway, um, don't tell anyone what
I said about the investigation because

I can get some serious trouble. No, of
course not. I won't.

Okay. Thank you. No problem.

Hey.

Hey. Brought coffee.

Great.

I'm just cleaning up. Oh, yeah.

Oh. I haven't been in here for forever.

Oh, look how little this is.

Wow.

Oh my god.

Check it out. What?

Look how cute we were.

And you were wearing that necklace your
dad gave you right before a stroke.

You used to wear that all the time. How
come you don't wear it anymore?

Yeah, I know. It's too precious, you
know?

You were like eight when your dad died.

Nine, actually.

The start of me getting stuck in the
family business.

I think this is my mother's stuff.

Kate, are you okay?

Why is her stuff here?

Maybe she didn't want it.

Well, why is my dad keeping it here?

I don't know.

Look, you look like you need some time.
Hey, I got to go to work anyway.

Oh, okay. I'm going to call you later.

What's that?

It's you being a smart cop or a
controlling father.

There's more inside.

You know, when I was a kid, I thought
you were trying to protect me.

That you didn't want me to go into your
workshop because you didn't want me to

hurt myself.

You were a clumsy kid.

No, you just didn't want me to find what
you were hiding.

Why didn't you tell me you had this
stuff?

You should have been a cop.

The only reason I kept your mother's
things was for you.

But I asked you, Dad.

I asked you a fucking hundred times, is
there anything of a mom's I can have?

Anything as a keepsake or memory?

Anything?

You saw me after she left, how screwed
up I was, and you decided it was a good

idea to hold off on giving me a little
comfort?

God. Calm down, Kate. I will not calm
down.

Why are you such a fucking asshole, Dad?

Why didn't you tell me about this stuff?

Because I didn't think you'd appreciate
it when you were a kid.

That's why. A kid?

Well, how old did you think I needed to
be?

I'm 40 fucking years old, Dad.

Did you think I needed to be decomposed
old or dust old?

Look, I have work to do, okay?

Why won't you talk to me about this?

Talk. There is nothing to talk about.

I should have just burned everything.

I will fucking burn it. Burn everything.

It's all over anyways. All the hopes,
all the reasons for getting out of that

cold fucking bed every lousy day of my
life.

I am so tired of all this.

Burn it. I'm just going to burn all of
it. And when it's burnt, I will light

myself on fire.

Fuck it.

Final things you should know.

Yeah, I'm sure you do, Frank. But you
know, it's not real, right?

It's all part of some ethanol -fueled
dream, so... All right.

So,

as far as I can tell, Elaine left me
half the property and the other half to

mother. Is that right? That's right.

So what are my options?

You have three.

Okay. You can abandon the inherited
property, let the back taxes accumulate

until the city of Muirville seizes the
property, find your mother and have her

sign the appropriate papers, report her
as missing, or have her declared

presumed to be dead.

It's a complicated legal procedure. It
takes extensive investigation,

affidavits, lawyers.

You think she's still alive?

I don't know. After 35 years, I don't
know.

To sell the house Elaine left me, I
either need to find Mom or declare her

missing or dead.

Pleasant, huh?

How come you didn't tell me about this
before?

Do you see a law degree on the wall?

Anyway, because I was already going to
Muirville to check out the house, I

thought I could stop by and take a look
at the county records, start the missing

persons protocol legally so I can
eventually sell the house.

Katie, you're wasting your time.

I tried to find her.

And I am, when last I checked, a
sheriff.

She's far away.

New name, new life.

So I'm pretty sure about that.

Well, listen, do it.

Good luck, and keep me posted.

I will.

I need some information. I'm wondering
if you can help. Is there a registry or

website that could help me track down a
resident of Muirville going back at

least 35 years?

Oh, great.

Yeah. Her name is Iris Marlene Mason.

She was born October 25, 1950.

Okay. Okay. She had a P .O. box. I'll
just take that down.

Great. Well, thank you very much.

Hi. Hi. Can I help you?

Yeah. My mom had a box number here, and
I'm wondering if she still has it.

I'll need some identification in the box
number.

What's the name?

Her name's Mason. Iris Mason.

This is me.

And the box number is right here.

Well,

this is strange. The two receiving names
were Iris Mason and Danny Gower.

But the only key holder was Joe Mason.

Looks like all the invoices were paid
for by Joe Mason, and he collected the

mail.

Joe Mason paid for everything?

Do you know who Danny Gower is?

No, no idea.

Is there anybody else I could talk to
who might have worked here back then?

Miranda. But it's her day off.

I could have her call you. That would be
great.

That's my number. Okay. Okay. Well,
thanks for all your help. Bye. Have a

day.

No, give me a hard one.

Hey, Angie.

Hey, Matt. How's it going? Good, good.

Morning, Chief. Morning.

Can I ask you a couple questions?

Can't wait.

Still have my breakfast.

Uh, no.

Well, sit down.

I'll make you some eggs. No, no.

Can we go inside?

Okay.

Don't touch this, Angie.

I won't touch it.

What was that about?

Frank told Matt he saw somebody with
Elaine the night she died.

Hmm.

I just thought I'd check in.

Glad you did.

So I hear you're filling out the missing
persons paperwork for your mom.

Did my dad tell you that?

Nah, no comment.

Wow.

You know, there's the tribe in the
Sudan, the Nuba, if memory serves, that

the fathers of the tribe and buries them
alive after their first daughter gets

married. And your point is?

Want to get married?

Um, actually, I think we already are
married.

You're right.

We are.

Grade three.

Recess. Yeah, the boys trapped me,
pushed me into that little alcove out in

yard.

And the girls just seemed to me.

And you bought me a ring.

I did. And it cost me about a month's
allowance.

And you still have it?

Well, anyway, I was just calling to
check in.

Call me.

Sure.

Hello? Hey, so I thought we'd left the
house.

Hey.

Am I interrupting something?

No, no, we're done.

Is Angie there?

Yeah, we're just going to have some
dinner.

You do that a lot?

She just stopped by with some takeout
cake.

Give Angie a big hug and a big kiss for
me Goodbye

Did you finish packing the stuff from
the basement too, Ann? Yeah, yeah,

done.

Don't, uh, touch or even look

my notebook or my mother's clothes on my
bed.

Okay?

Why don't you take it easy, Kate?

I'm just trying to help.

I know, and it's really annoying.

So why don't you go fuck yourself
instead of my dad?

That was nicely done.

I think she'll survive.

Christ.

Why don't you ask me about Miraville?

I'm completely exhausted, Dad.

But you're fine, right? I mean, you're
completely cool.

At some point, you might want to think
about actually grieving, Elaine.

Not that I care, but a tear shed here
and there might actually help sell you

a human being.

I mean, you'd think that Elaine's murder
would be driving you crazy. What do you

mean, murder?

Who said anything about murder? The
investigation is still open, for

sake, Kate!

Jesus.

Don't bother.

Aren't you going to say anything?

Like what?

Dad, you and Angie are having an affair,
and I had to find out for myself.

She should have told me.

Maybe she didn't know how to tell you.
Did you ever think about that?

Well, then someone should have told me.

Just like your mother.

You didn't look very hard for her, did
you?

Then you started sleeping with her
sister, and now you're sleeping with my

friend, who is a lot younger than you,
by the way.

You don't know everything.

No, obviously not.

I'm not sure Iris even loved me.

Why would you say that?

When you were young, your mother left us
for a year.

That's when I started calling Elaine
just to check on which bar your mother

at on which night.

And then our conversations just, I don't
know, just turned into us talking.

Then we decided to meet.

And that's when you started sleeping
together?

It was companionship.

Now, when your mother came back, we
stopped.

But Iris had been gone for a year, and
Elaine and I developed some

strong whatever feelings.

I was in love with Iris.

And Elaine ended up getting married. It
was only after the divorce she came

looking for me.

When did you and Mom get a divorce?

Long time ago.

So you knew where she was?

She had to sign the papers.

No.

I didn't know where she was.

But Elena and I wanted to get married,
so I forged Iris' signature. I didn't

have a choice.

You know, I keep hoping I'm gonna find
Mom.

And it never happens.

Your mother was the most beautiful,
funny...

brilliant woman I ever met.

Her eyes were so alive.

I felt like we could just get lost
together.

I thought she was perfect.

I loved her more than life.

I still love her.

Every man she ever met instantly fell in
love with her.

And occasionally, she would love them
back.

Maybe for some people, beauty is a
burden.

You look just like your cape.

Sure, when Mom's gonna be home, honey.

I leave for a couple hours and
everything goes to shit.

Patty!

Patty!

What's the matter with you? The napkin
holders are empty, the salt shakers need

refilling.

And you've got to bust the tables as
soon as the customers leave.

So sick of taking care of everyone.

Come on, grow up.

Get your head in the game. Angie, get
off my fucking back.

You're not my goddamn mother, so you
don't get to tell me what to do.

Besides, as long as I do the opposite of
what you do, I'll be fine.

If you want to keep yelling at me, you
can do it later. I'm going upstairs to

check on the baby.

Hello?

Patty, for you.

Hey, Patty.

Yeah,

we can meet.

Do you want to come over here tomorrow
morning?

I'll see you then.

Were you with Angie the night Elaine
died?

Yes.

You're such an asshole.

It's complicated, Kate.

Try me.

Elaine didn't want to have sex anymore.

We came to an agreement.

I'm very modern of you.

Hey, hey.

Oh, you're smoking.

I'll just grab a sweater.

So how's the little one?

Fine.

So I just want to apologize.

For the other day when you got here?

That's okay.

A hundred years ago, I was young and
angry, too.

And maybe also an apology for hating you
my whole life.

Just your whole life?

Not more?

I was so young when you left.

And it just felt like...

After that, my life just stumbled, you
know?

And then you completely forgot that I
existed.

That's not true.

I kept tabs on you through Angie.

How do you think you got the apartment
after the baby?

Who do you think paid the rent?

Or got you that job at the diner?

Look, Patty, I have my own life, and

you're not my kid.

I didn't have a baby. I didn't do that.

I never felt ready, and I didn't even
know if I wanted one.

But if I... If I hurt you, I am truly
sorry.

You know, when my mom left, my whole
world changed.

I stopped trusting everyone and
everything.

And I pay for that.

Every day.

I'm glad you said that.

Is that the budding sadist in you, or do
you mean that?

No, no, I just...

I'm just glad I'm not the only one.

Where you been? You're supposed to start
an hour ago.

Can I have a cup of coffee?

Yeah.

Listen, about yesterday.

My head is spinning lately, and I didn't
mean to be so harsh.

Heard Patty came to see you.

She was with you during those formative
years, right? Guess that's where she

picked up running away when the going
gets tough, huh?

Oh, I thought we'd put the daggers away.

Okay. Since we're taking final swipes,
you shouldn't talk since you're sleeping

with my father.

Joe and me, I mean... What do you want
me to say?

Just meet me halfway.

I know this is weird for you, Kate. I
know.

But you can't help who you fall in love
with.

You're home early.

I'm just here for a minute, but I
thought you might like this.

What's this?

Your mother wore them the day we met

Patty!

Jesus Christ.

I never thought I'd be so happy to see
you.

What's going on?

Angie just lost her fucking shit on me.
I swear to God, she's losing her fucking

mind. She just went ballistic on me,
accusing me of stealing some goddamn

necklace. I have no idea what the fuck
she's talking about.

You know I love her.

What's going on?

Kate, I know.

I know we have our problems and
whatever, but I just... I'm so fucked. I

know what else to do.

I gotta get out of here.

I gotta start over.

Can you take me and Tammy with you and
go back to the city?

Please.

Please just take us with you.

You're just running away from your
problems if you leave this place. I

the queen of doing that. It never works.

Okay.

Great.

Yeah, you know what? It's fine. Thank
you, Kate.

Patty. I'll just stay in this shithole
fucking town for the rest of my life.

Thank you for that. Thank you. Patty.
Yeah, no, thanks. Thanks a lot.

Patty!

Yes? Yes, is this Kate Mason?

Yes? This is Miranda Bagans from the
Muirville Post Office. Oh, hi.

Do you want to arrange to meet?

Miranda?

Oh, my God.

You look... just like your mother.

Oh, really?

I'm Kate.

Oh, well, we've already met.

But you were just out of bonnet and
booties.

Oh. So you knew my mom?

Oh, yes.

We were kindred spirits, we were.

But I lost track of her. How is she?

I really don't know.

I'm sorry. Are you worried about your
mother?

Um, yes and no.

My mom disappeared about 35 years ago.

Disappeared? Mm -hmm.

Do you know who this is?

This is handsome Danny Gower.

Quite the bad boy he was. Sort of a
Steve McQueen heartthrob type.

When you said that your mother
disappeared, I... As

soon as Danny laid eyes on your mother,
they were off faster than a

horse nightie, to pardon my French.

My worries.

I would have run off with them myself.

She wasn't a bad person, Kate.

We had a lot of heart to heart. She just
wanted to be happy. We all did.

And Danny made her happy?

He did, for a while.

About a year later, though, she showed
up eight months pregnant without Danny.

She stayed with me and my mom until she
had the baby, a little boy.

So I have a brother. Oh, no, he died in
childbirth, which was devastating.

She was heartbroken by the loss. We all
were.

Why don't I know any of this?

My father doesn't tell me anything.

Kate.

Memories can bring a family together or
tear it apart.

It's human nature to want to escape the
things that are painful, no?

You should have been a therapist.

Your mom did go back and live with your
dad for a few months after the baby

died. But then Danny showed up again,
all flash and pheromones.

I remember calling over there. Your
father was so upset.

And he told me that Iris had run off
again. And I just figured that she and

Danny had really decided to make a go of
it because I never heard from her

again.

And a few months later, your dad came
into the post office wanting to set up

this mailbox for Iris and Danny, which I
thought was very strange at the time,

but he said that things were pretty
civil between them.

Iris and Danny were living in Mexico.
He'd agreed to rent this mailbox so they

had a local address.

My family's insane.

She loved you, I'm sure.

Well, she had a piss -poor way of
showing it.

Pardon my French.

So do you ever see my dad?

No. I thought about asking him how to
get in touch with Iris, but... Oh, by

then, so much time had gone by, I
figured if she wanted to get in touch

she would have.

She's learning how to dance.

Surprise for daddy.

Oh, I'm wondering if you can help me.
I'm looking for a Danny Gower. He's

probably in his fifties.

Why are you calling about Danny?

I'm sorry to bother you.

I'm looking for my mother. She was
friends with Danny a long time ago. I

he might know where she is.

I'm afraid I can't help you. And neither
can Danny. He was murdered.

I'm so sorry. I had no idea.

Sorry to bother you.

Thank you for your help.

They live by what seems to be a design
for life.

Intuition.

But us?

Well, we think we're in charge.

And I'm learning that that's just a
cruel joke the gods that be allow us to

fumble forward with.

My best friend growing up was Angie.

We saw things the same way.

That this town would kill us if it got
the chance.

That this town existed solely to scare
off anyone here with a hope for

happiness. I got away.

I guess Angie didn't find a way to live
here and manage.

This town, the people, the lies and the
liars, like my dad, had gotten to her.

So this guy Danny, who turns out to have
been my mother's boyfriend, was

murdered. And my father kept a mailbox
for them for years.

Yeah, but what does that mean?

Okay, is he hoping they should come
back?

Maybe. Or maybe he was trying to keep
tabs on her. I really don't know.

Maybe there's something that's still in
the mailbox.

I already thought of that, Holmes.

And my father discontinued the mailbox
years ago.

I like that.

Pretty good email, isn't it?

No, no, no, don't get there.

Don't. No, no, just leave it. Hold on,
hold on. Just a second.

Oh,

shit.

Yeah.

Oh, Jesus.

No, I'll be right there.

What?

Angie's missing.

I called the diner. There's no answer.

Matt, you go and see if she's there, and
I'll head home.

No, no, no.

What? The necklace you found by the
river.

That's Angie's. I told her that.

She panicked and bolted.

Angie! Matt.

Matt, I think Angie's armed.

Yeah, go for Matt.

Angie,

what are you doing?

What are you doing with my gun?

Drop the gun. It's okay. Matt, I'll
handle this.

Hey, Matt. Um, put your gun down.

Do what she says, Matt.

Okay.

This is enough, Angie. Look, give me the
gun. I have to take you down to the

station. Just because my necklace was
there doesn't mean... You shouldn't say

another word. We need to get you an
attorney. Look, if you didn't kill

you're going to be fine. I don't want to
go to the station.

I want to tell you the truth.

Um, Elaine, uh, wanted me to end it with
Joe, and I just, um...

I met her there to talk. To talk.

And things got physical.

It was muddy.

It was the way she felt.

I tried to help her.

But... She was gone.

It's time to tell all the secrets.

Now open the safe, Joe. No, you
shouldn't be doing this, Ashley. Open

fucking safe, Joe.

It's not just women who do crazy things
when they're in love.

These are the letters I wrote to Mom.

You told me you sent them.

Where is Mom?

I know about Danny.

You'll never understand.

I wanted to protect you. You were so...
You were so little. You were so tiny.

Tell her the truth, Joe.

Danny.

Danny showed up again.

He wanted to get back with Iris.

I was okay with that if that's what you
want to do, but she swore to me that

they were done.

I came home early.

You're coming with me. No, I'm not.

I said you're coming with me.

What the hell is going on?

What the hell are you doing?

Shut up. Put the gun down. This isn't
the way to handle this. Iris is coming

with me.

You could cheat on me again. I know I
messed up.

I was sorry.

Iris, come with me.

It's your last chance.

Put the fucking gun down!

Sorry, Danny. It's over.

She died.

She died.

Why didn't you report it?

There was only a cop around here at the
time. Who was I going to tell it to?

Post out with my guns in my house.

And what would have happened to you?

Why didn't you tell me?

I was just trying to hold everything
together, Kate. I never wanted you to

about any of this.

So... Where's Mom?

Near the riverbank.

Near the riverbank.

Angie, come on now.

Come on, give it up. Give it up.

Come on. Come on, give me. Give me the
gun.

It's all right. Here we are, okay?

So, we look forward.

Yeah.

Okay, so.

All right, I'll go up. Stay ready. Here
we go.

... ... ... ... ...

Bye, Patty.

I was hoping you'd stay a bit longer.

No, I gotta go, Dad.

You could come and visit me sometime.

Yeah, maybe.

You are so stubborn, you know that?

Like father, like daughter.

Jill just went down my spine.

Finally, that beautiful, lonely old man
and I can start making some new

memories.

Without that fog of darkness hanging
over us.

I'm smarter than Copernicus, pretty as a
picture, sicker than tuberculosis, and

I'm Jesus' little sister, combustible by
nature, hotter than pig iron, striking

Eddie matches, watch me dancing in the
fire.

I'm hanging by a thread, I got a fluted
edge, I curl up to your words, I swim

in what you said, I dig your consonants,
I put them in my head.

I'm the opposite of macrame, the square
root of your pain.

I drive you to dialysis, you hate me
just the same.

Turn on you in a minute, cause I like to
stir the jello. Before you know you're

in it, you should have read the box.

I'm hanging by a thread, I got a fluted
edge.

I curl up to your word, I swim in what
you said.

I dig your confidence, I put him in my
head.

I don't want to play.

I don't want to play.

I got a fluted head. I'm hanging by a
thread.

When you cross me, but I'll help you
with this stuff. I'm a car tearing

up. Who gives a fuck?

Cruise in the churches really kick out
the dams when they bust out

the dirt.