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[SIGHS]

So we keep heading east?

Yeah, that's the idea.

-Stay out of the big cities? -Uh-huh.

I think I'm tired.

Yeah.

Me too.

[SlGHS]

Here.

Bring it on up to the office.

-I'm gonna go check us out. -All right.

[COUNTRY MUSlC PLAYING ON RADlO]

[MUSlC STOPS PLAYlNG]

What took you so long?

Nothing.

I had a little trouble with the maid, but everything's fine now.

Damn.

Eight. It's already this hot.

Yep.

How are we fixed for water?

Probably not enough.

Yeah.

There's a cooler in the back, in the office.

[WHIMPERING]

Hey.

Shh.

[SCREAMlNG]

Sarah, honey, what's wrong, huh?

What is it, sweetie? Hmm?

-Daddy. -Yeah?

-Daddy. -Daddy's here.

-Daddy's here. -There were monsters.

No, sweetie. There's no such thing as monsters.

You were just having a bad dream.

What's wrong, Dad?

Hi, kiddo. Sarah's just having a bad dream.

Oh.

I saw monsters, Jack.

Aah. Monsters? What kind?

I don't know. They came out of my closet...

...and then they were in the shadows.

Mm. Shadow monsters.

Well, they look pretty scary, but they really can't do anything...

...especially when the Iights are on. They're scared of the light.

What happened, baby?

-You okay? -I'm okay.

Sarah had a bad dream about monsters.

And I was telIing her that there's no such thing as monsters.

Oh.

I'm going to turn on my night-light just in case.

That sounds like a brilliant solution.

-Hey, Jack? JACK: Hey, Mom?

Morning.

EDlE: Good morning, baby.

Hon, the pickup still won't start. Mind dropping me off on the way in?

Sure.

-Did you feed Burrow? -Yeah, I fed him.

Okay. Good.

Night-Iight worked, didn't it?

I got it, Dad.

What do you got going today, Jack?

Uh, nothing much. A math test in a few days...

...and I think we're playing baseball in gym class today...

...so I can look forward to sucking hard in right field.

Well, just remember, don't let the hitter get the balI over your head.

Unless it's out of the park.

Well, yeah.

Bye.

I get off early today.

All I have is the Watsons' will and Dave Bryant's tractor saIe.

You want me to pick you up?

Yeah.

Then we can go to the drive-in and make out tonight.

There hasn't been a drive-in here since the early '70s, but....

-I love you. -I love you.

-Have a good one. -You too.

-Morning. TOM: Derek.

-Hi, Tom. TOM: Good morning, Joseph.

[CHUCKLlNG]

It's wild.

PAT: Hey, Tom. -Morning, Pat.

-Hey, Mick. -Tom.

TOM: Charlotte's gonna be late this morning.

-Was she drunk again? -Yeah, I guess.

Hey, who's the craziest woman you ever dated?

-Me? -Yeah.

Mick and me were talking about some girls we went with.

He once dated a girl who used to attack him in the middle of the night.

-She what? -Yeah.

She used to have these crazy goddamn dreams...

...where, instead of her boyfriend, I was a demented kilIer.

I woke up one night, she stuck a goddamn fork in my shouIder.

-You're kidding me. MICK: No.

I'm spurting blood...

...she's sitting there crying, going, "Baby, I love you, I love you."

[LAUGHlNG]

So, what happened? You broke up with her, right?

No, I married her.

Hey, it lasted six years.

Nobody's perfect, Tom.

I guess not.

BOY 1 : Strike this guy out. BOY 2: We got them. Let's go.

BOYS: Yeah.

COACH: Two outs.

One winning run coming right up, boys.

BOY 3: Go, Bobby!

It's all right, brother.

Look alive, look alive.

BOY 4: Let's get them!

COACH: Ball. BOY 5: Yeah, that's it.

BOY 6: He's got nothing. He's got nothing. Let's go, let's go. One more. Come on.

BOY 7: Come on. GlRL: Come on, Bobby.

BOY 8: Yeah. He's yours, he's yours.

[PLAYERS CHEER]

-Woo! BOY 9: Easy, Jack. Come on, Jack.

BOY 1 0: Don't drop it, Jack! BOY 1 1 : That's yours.

BOY 1 2: Jinx, Jackie boy!

PLAYERS: Oh.

Game over. Yellows win.

Let's go, guys. Taylor, Dietrich, you're on equipment. Let's go.

COACH: Guys, come on. Let's go.

BOY 1 3: Good try, Bobby. BOY 1 4: Thanks a lot, Bobby.

COACH: Everyone hit the showers.

BOY 1 5: Awesome. BOY 1 6: Nice.

Stall. Good job on that.

[BOYS CHATTERlNG]

Guess you think you're hot shit, huh, Stall?

What? Uh, no, I don't.

Little hero here, huh? Little superstar here.

Little hero saves the day at the last minute, right?

Bobby, it's just a game, okay? It's just stupid gym class.

Who you calling stupid?

JACK: Ahem. No, I said gym class was stupid.

"No, I said gym class was--" Listen to this little faggot.

Yeah. You're right.

I'm both Iittle and a faggot.

You got me dead to rights.

Come on, chicken shit, let's do this.

What would be the point?

I mean, you win. You win, you win.

You've established your alpha-male standing.

You've established my unworthiness.

But doing violence to me just seems, ahem...

...pointless and cruel, don't you think?

Let's do this, you punk bitch.

Shouldn't that be "little punk-ass chicken-shit faggot bitch"?

[BOYS LAUGHlNG]

BOY: "Chicken-shit faggot bitch."

God!

BOY: Bobby's a chicken shit.

Hey, good-looking.

Where are we going?

Well, Jack's studying over at Judy Danvers'...

...and Martha's taking care of Sarah.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

So where we going?

[EDlE SlGHS]

We never got to be teenagers together.

Uh-huh.

I'm gonna fix that.

What's going on in there?

EDlE: Keep your shirt on. I'm coming.

Holy cow.

What?

Do you need some heIp with that, big boy?

Uh....

Maybe.

Oh, my God.

What have you done with my wife?

Ready? Okay!

Go, Wildcats!

No wives in here, mister.

Wow.

Quiet. My parents are in the next room.

You're naughty.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

You are such a bad boy.

TOM: Mm-hm.

Rah-rah-sis-boom-bah.

[BOTH LAUGHlNG QUlETLY]

Oh.

There wasn't much of that in high school.

[MOANlNG]

What is it?

Huh?

I remember the moment I knew you were in love with me.

I saw it in your eyes.

I can still see it.

Of course you can.

I still Iove you.

I'm the luckiest son of a bitch alive.

You are the best man I've ever known.

There's no luck involved.

MAN: You wanna go down and get some food or something?

You ever wonder what kids did for fun on a Saturday night 1 00 years ago?

I don't know.

I always figured they got into their parents' wagon...

...and went cruising up their main drag...

...pIaying loud banjo music and acting like idiots.

So you think this is as good as it gets?

For us? Yeah.

For now.

Eventually, we grow up, we get jobs, we have affairs...

...and we become alcoholics.

You know, sometimes you depress me.

Hey, that's what I'm good at.

[JUDY LAUGHS]

All right, give me that.

BOBBY: Give me that.

Hey, isn't that that Stall faggot?

Yeah.

BOY: You shouId go kick his ass.

I'm going to.

[TlRES SKlD]

Who the fuck was that?

I don't know, and I don't wanna know.

Can I just say how sick I am of these Podunk towns...

...and the goddamn Podunks who live in them?

Do you think if you keep saying that it's actually gonna change anything?

I am so sick of this shit.

Yeah, you made that clear about 1 0,000 miles ago.

Now, if you haven't got a better idea, I don't wanna hear about it anymore.

We are so goddamn broke.

Yeah, well...

...that's easy to fix.

-No way. Uh-uh. -Come on.

TOM: You gonna go shoot pool with Jerry?

-Maybe. TOM: Ha-ha-ha.

PAT: Thanks, Tom. Thanks, Mick. Good as ever.

There you go.

-See you in church. TOM: Yep. Have a good evening.

You too. See you tonight, Charlotte.

Yeah. See you.

PAT: Oh, I'm sorry.

It's all right, oId felIa.

Just closing up, fellas.

-Coffee, black. BILLY: The same.

I'll have some pie. Some of that lemon meringue pie.

Guys, guys, I'm sorry. We're closed.

I said, coffee!

Okay.

I guess we can handle that.

It's not very fresh.

You can go home now, Charlotte.

Just leave the pie.

Okay.

Billy.

You're gonna be sticking around for a while, honey.

Tom?

Don't fucking move.

Sir, we don't-- We don't carry much cash here.

You gentlemen are certainly welcome to all of it.

Oh, I know that, asshole, believe me.

I do know that.

-Aah! -Shut up, bitch!

Okay, Billy...

...let's show this asshole we mean business.

What? Her?

LELAND: Yes, her.

Do her!

[WHIMPERING]

[SCREAMS]

I'm telling you, those men were-- They were gonna kill us.

They were gonna kill us.

And if it weren't for Tom.... He's a hero.

--in conjunction with several murders in those states.

Now, Tom Stall is a family man with long-standing ties to this community.

Tom Stall was just another hard-working small-business owner and operator...

...in Millbrook, Indiana, but now--

Um, one of the guys had a gun to my head...

...and Tom-- He was amazing. He--

Hi, baby.

-Hey, honey. -How you doing?

How are you?

[TOM SlGHS]

Are you as sick of hearing about me as I am?

No, I kind of like it.

Look. Your picture's in the paper.

EDlE: Oh, God.

Careful.

-Hi, guys. JACK: Mom.

Can I-- Can I get up now?

JACK: You got it, Dad? -Yeah.

MAN 1 : Way to go, Tommy. WOMAN: We're alI here for you, Tom.

MAN 2: Way to go, Tom. -Hi, sweetie.

Oh, that's so nice.

Thank you so much for coming.

We're in Millbrook, just outside the home of American hero Tom Stall...

...who's just now returning from the hospital with his family.

Mr. Stall, Jenny Wyeth, WRPK News.

I have a few questions for you.

How did it feel when you saw the guns of those ruthless killers pointed at you?

-How'd it feel? JENNY: Yeah.

Not very good.

Not very good.

JENNY: Were you surprised, though, by your own reaction to the situation?

Uh....

What I did was....

I mean, anybody would have done that.

It was just a terrible thing.

I think we'Il alI be better off when we get past it.

But you reaIly went beyond what the average--

I need to-- I really need to be with my family.

Thanks.

I'm Jenny Wyeth in Millbrook, and that was Tom Stall.

American hero, man of few words.

Well, I guess that's all we're gonna get.

[TOM SlGHS]

TOM: Man, it's good to be home.

I hope there won't be too much more of that.

Dad, they aIl just wanna interview you because of what you did.

You're a hero, Dad. Ha, ha.

No, I'm not.

I just got lucky. Very lucky.

This will all blow over as soon as they find some other hot story.

Yeah. Maybe the Lydons will have another two-headed cow.

You guys aren't thinking big enough.

You could probably do Larry King Live, Dad.

-Oh, you stop it. Stop it. -That would be cooI.

Look at this. More reporters.

TOM: Are they still there?

Yeah, there's some car parked across the road. They're just sitting there.

-Does anyone want some tea? JACK: I'll take some.

TOM: Yes, please.

Jeez.

WOMAN: Hey, Edie. EDlE: Hi. How are you?

-Gonna go to the shop? -Sure.

Hello. Hey, BiIl.

-Hi, honey. -Hi, baby.

-How are you? -Oh, I'm alI right. What brings you by?

Wanted to see how you were doing.

Doing good. Business is great. Just can't keep up.

Yeah, it's busy.

Oh, Iook, more reporters. Nice.

They don't look Iike reporters.

MICK: Grilled cheese is ready.

Got, uh, fries and a strawberry shake.

Hello. Welcome to Stall's.

Would you gentlemen like some coffee?

You're the hero.

-I don't know, sir. I was just-- -No, you're the big hero.

You sure took care of those two bad men.

I really don't like talking about it, sir.

We're trying to get back to normal here.

So can I offer you gentlemen some coffee?

Sure. Give me some coffee. Make it black...

-Yes, sir. -...Joey.

And, uh...? And your friends?

They don't drink coffee. It doesn't agree with them...

...Joey.

-Who's Joey? -You are.

-My name's Tom, sir. -Of course it is.

Mm. That's good coffee.

TOM: Thank you, sir.

Hard to find coffee this good in PhiIadelphia.

But you know that, don't you, Tom?

No, actualIy, I don't. I've never been to Philadelphia.

Pennsylvania? Is that where you gentIemen are from?

Yeah, like you don't know.

I'm sorry. Do--? Did we know each other?

You telI me.

No.

-We don't know each other. -Come on, Joey. Cut the crap.

My name is Tom.

Joey Cusack. Your name is Joey Cusack.

You're from Philly.

[CHUCKLES]

Okay. Whatever.

Excuse me, gentlemen. If you're not gonna order anything...

...we'd appreciate it if you'd be on your way.

We ate on the road.

TOM: It's all right.

It's okay.

We really are very busy here today, as you can see.

Um, so if you gentlemen aren't gonna be eating...

...I really should offer your seats to paying customers.

Huh.

Well...

...now we're paying customers.

-I can't take this. -It shouldn't be a problem for you.

What is that supposed to mean?

Mr. Fogarty's just making conversation here.

Whatever you wanna caIl it, this conversation is over.

I think he wants us to leave, Mr. Fogarty.

MULLlGAN: You know what he does when he don't like people?

FOGARTY: Yeah. I'm scared.

We shouId Ieave before he goes all Dirty Harry on us.

[ROARKE CHUCKLlNG]

FOGARTY: I wanna thank you for the coffee, Joey.

It really is very good.

It's Tom. My name's Tom Stall.

[FOGARTY CHUCKLES]

Excuse me.

What are you doing? Who are you caIling?

Hi, Molly. This is Edie StalI. Is he in?

I'm fine, thanks.

-You're calIing Sam? -Yes.

[HORN BLARlNG]

Is there a probIem with my driving, officer?

Can I see your license, sir?

Sure.

I thought I was under the limit.

Is there some probIem I should know about?

What's your business in MiIlbrook, sir?

We're tourists.

And what business did you have at Stall's Diner today?

We heard the coffee was terrific.

Let me make something clear to you...

...and to Mr. MulIigan.

Uh-huh?

This is a nice town.

We have nice people here.

We take care of our nice people.

-Do you understand me? -Yeah, sure.

Don't let me see you around again.

You keep up the good work, officer.

SAM: Charles Roarke, Philadelphia.

lndicted on three counts of murder.

Frank Mulligan, out of New York.

lndicted on one count of murder...

...questioned in relation to dozens of acts of violence...

...that you don't wanna hear about.

Both men work for Carl Fogarty.

He's the fella with the eye.

He spent 1 5 years in prison on several counts of assault.

He's suspected in half a dozen murders...

...and more disappearances.

Tom, these guys are organized crime from the East Coast.

Now, they're the real thing. They're bad men.

Jesus. Jesus, honey.

SAM: Look, I have to ask you a question.

Are you in some kind of witness-protection plan?

-Sam. -Some kind of what?

-This is no laughing matter, Edie. -Of course he's not, Sam.

I'd just like to hear Tom say that.

Okay. No. No, I'm not in a witness program.

Those men just have the wrong guy.

They must've seen me on TV, and I guess...

...I reminded them of this Johnny guy.

-Joey. -Joey somebody.

I mean, good Lord. The idea of me--

I never honestly believed it, but I had to ask.

I've done some research on this Joey Cusack.

I didn't find anything.

But there is a Richie Cusack in PhiIadelphia.

ApparentIy, he's the head...

...of some kind of crime syndicate in that city.

Men Iike this come to our town and start harassing a citizen...

...we have to take them seriousIy.

Sure.

All right. So if you folks see them coming around, you let me know.

WiIl do.

I'm sorry, Sam. Do you want a piece of pie or something?

No, thanks, Edie.

I'd love to, but I gotta get back to work.

Thank you. Thanks for coming.

Sam? Thank you.

It's good to know you're watching out for us.

Come on, Tom.

You know we look out for our own here.

EDlE: Good night. -Good night.

TOM: See you. Thanks.

[EDlE CRYlNG]

Don't worry.

They're as good as gone.

Sorry. Sorry.

It's over and done with.

Okay.

[PHONE RlNGlNG]

Honey. Can you get that, hon?

Come on, come on!

Hello?

TOM [OVER PHONE]: The shotgun, Edie. Get the shotgun.

Tom, Tom, what's wrong?

-They're coming to the house. -Who's coming to the house?

TOM: Just grab it! Do it and be ready.

-Okay, stop. Are you serious? -I'lI be there as soon as I can.

Shit.

Come on.

Oh, shit.

Oh, come on.

[PANTlNG]

EDlE: Come on.

[EDlE GASPS AND TOM PANTS]

Fuck. Tom!

Tom. Tom, what's going on? Huh?

I don't know, baby.

Jesus.

What's going on?

I don't-- I don't know. Ugh.

EDlE: Let me call Sam, alI right?

-No, don't. -Okay.

I-- I don't even know--

-I don't know why I thought-- -What?

TOM: All right. -Mom?

It's okay, baby.

Yeah.

[TOM CHUCKLlNG AND PANTlNG]

I think I'm losing my mind.

No, no, no. Okay. You're not losing your mind.

You've been through some serious trauma. All right?

I'm here for you, baby. We're all here for you.

It's all right. It's gonna be okay.

Mom? You haven't forgotten about our new shoes, have you?

Gosh, no. It's my top priority for the day.

-How could I forget? You all right? -Yeah, yeah.

Hi. Hi, sweetie.

Get ready for school. I'll speak to you afterwards, all right?

Okay.

EDlE: Come on.

Let's go shopping.

[GROANlNG]

Hey.

Careful, it's loaded.

Why was Mom running around the house with that?

What's going on, Dad?

False aIarm.

Nothing to worry about.

I am worried.

You're sweating. You're soaked, Dad.

What kind of false aIarm?

What did you mean, you think you're losing your mind?

Some Mob guys showed up at the diner.

They saw me on TV...

...and they came by to take a look at me.

Yeah. Yeah, I heard about that. So....

They thought they knew me.

They thought...

...I was somebody else.

That's weird.

Yeah. Weird.

Yeah, and I guess....

Well, I guess they don't like this guy they think you are.

-Apparently not. -And....

And I guess I--

I guess--

I guess they wanna kill this guy they think you are?

See, that's the "losing my mind" part.

I mean, I have no reason to think that.

I was just...

...down at work, and, you know, suddenly I thought maybe--

Maybe...

...they'd come looking around.

You know?

And, uh....

And you came running back here to save us?

Yeah, something silly Iike that.

I'm sorry.

What if you're right?

Then we deal with it.

Come with me.

SALESWOMAN: Now look what I just found.

It's my last pair in this style and it's exactly your size.

Just try these on. They should fit like a dream.

-How do they feel? EDlE: Good.

Yeah, I think I like them.

SALESWOMAN: I have a pair of these. They look great and they really last.

Really? Okay. I'll take them.

And I need a new pair for her as well.

Sarah?

Sarah?

-Ma'am-- -I have to find my daughter.

-I can't let you leave with the shoes. -Okay, okay, okay. Sarah!

Sarah?

Sarah?

[GASPS]

Sarah. Sarah.

-Don't ever do that again, okay? -I'm sorry, Mommy.

But look. They have the new Vespa dolls.

Nothing to worry about, Mrs. Stall. I've been watching over her.

You stay the fuck away from my family, you son of a bitch.

There's no need for that kind of language, Mrs. Stall.

Listen. I don't know what you want and I don't really care.

You shouId care about what I want, Mrs. StalI...

...because I want something from your husband...

...that might affect you. It might change your life.

My husband does not know you.

He wouldn't know you, somebody like you.

Oh, he knows Carl Fogarty, all right.

He knows me intimately.

See? This isn't a completely dead eye.

It stiIl works a bit.

The problem is, the only thing I can see with it is Joey Cusack.

And it can see right through him.

Right through your husband, Edie.

See what's inside him, what makes him tick.

-He's still the same guy. -[MOUTHS] No.

He's still crazy fucking Joey.

And you know it, don't you?

I know my husband is Tom Stall. That's what I know.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

Well, why don't you ask Tom about his older brother Richie?

Ask Tom about how he tried to rip my eye out with barbed wire.

And ask him, Edie...

...how come he's so good at killing people?

If I see you within 500 feet of me...

...or my children or my husband, I'll have you arrested.

[CHUCKLlNG]

Can I possibly make myself any clearer than that?

No, no, Mrs. Stall, you can't. I thank you for your time.

You have an enchanting daughter.

And, Mrs. StaIl...

...don't forget your shoes.

[FOGARTY CHUCKLlNG]

So how's your dad?

Oh, I don't know. A little weird.

Well, after what he went through? I mean, actually kiIling someone?

I mean, that's enough to freak anybody out.

Yeah. I guess.

So your old man's some kind of tough guy, huh?

What's he think of his wimp son?

You think he'd take this shit? You think he'd make jokes?

Go on, bitch. Say something funny.

-Bobby, leave him alone. -Shut up, skank.

Uh-oh. He's getting mad.

JUDY: Jack, let's just get out of here, okay?

Jack, he's an asshoIe. You know that.

He doesn't mean shit. Let's just go.

-Let's just get out of here, okay? BOBBY: Yeah, puss.

Run away.

Goddamn, I bet your dad would be real shamed by you.

Go ahead, bitch. Say something funny.

Make me laugh.

[GRUNTS]

[BOBBY GRUNTlNG]

JACK: Okay, you motherfucker!

Get over there, you Iittle son of a bitch!

Come here. Are you laughing? Are you laughing now...

...you motherfucking cock-sucking piece of shit?!

[COUGHING AND GROANlNG]

What the hell were you thinking?

-I wasn't thinking. -Obviously not.

Bobby's been riding me all year, Dad. He's a jerk.

-He's a jerk? -Yeah. He's a jerk.

That's no excuse.

Stand up to him. You don't put him in the hospital.

Oh, big deal. It's the best thing anyone could've done to him.

Besides, I only got suspended.

It is a big deal. His parents say they might sue us.

There could be assault charges.

We can't afford that. We don't have the money.

Oh, what? Mom's not gonna take the case?

-Oh, whatever, Dad-- -Listen, smart mouth!

In this family, we do not solve our probIems by hitting peopIe!

No, in this family, we shoot them!

Jack.

Honey, have you seen Jack?

What?

What's wrong, baby?

Fogarty and his men followed us to the mall.

He what?

Call Sam. Should we call Sam?

-We should caIl-- -I already took care of it, honey.

I went down to the courthouse, got a restraining order.

A lot of good that'll do.

Well, it's something.

At least we can have him arrested if he ever comes around here again.

You're right.

But I have to tell you something.

What?

This man Fogarty really believes...

...that you're this Joey Cusack.

I mean, the things that he told me this afternoon--

-What things? -Things. Just bullshit.

But he's.... He's sure that it's you.

And we have to convince him that it's not.

Well, I don't think he's interested in examining my DNA.

-Get off our property. FOGARTY: We'll go, Joey.

We just want you to come with us.

Come back to Philly, see some people.

I toId you, I have never been to Philadelphia.

You almost believe your own crap, don't you?

You know, you're trying so hard to be this other guy.

It's painful to watch.

-Charlie. ROARKE: Hey.

Look what we found.

Come on. Eh? Ha.

JACK: Mom! -Jack!

-No! Edie! Edie! -Mom!

TOM: Edie! No! No! -Jack!

-Let me go, you son of a bitch! ROARKE: Come here.

TOM: Wait.

Mom.

Don't make us hurt the kid, Joey.

We just want you to come for a littIe trip with us down memory lane.

Put the popgun down, come over and talk to us.

-My baby. TOM: Wait.

Edie, I will get him.

I'll get him. Please.

Go up to Sarah.

Go up to her. Do it.

Put the gun down.

Put it down, Joey.

Come closer.

A little further.

Come on.

Go back to the house, Jack.

Go on.

You see how cozy it can be when you decide to play nice?

Now, come on, Joey. Get in the car.

You won't need your toothbrush. We'll take care of everything.

I think it'd be better if you'd just leave now.

Joey.

Come on, Joey, let's go.

[ROARKE GRUNTlNG]

[TOM GRUNTS]

[SCREAMS] Tom!

Fuck.

[WHIMPERING]

Mommy, what's wrong?

It's okay.

You got anything to say before I blow your brains out, you miserable prick?

I should've killed you back in Philly.

Yeah, Joey...

...you should have.

Edie.

Honey, are you okay?

Tell me the truth.

The truth?

Please. You can do that, can't you?

You can do that, can't you? Please?

What do you think you heard?

It's not what I heard...

...it's what I saw.

I saw Joey.

I saw you turn into Joey right before my eyes.

I saw a killer, the one Fogarty warned me about.

You did kill men back in PhilIy, didn't you?

Did you do it for money or did you do it because you enjoyed it?

Joey did, both. I didn't--

Tom StaIl didn't.

[RETCHlNG]

EDlE: Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

[EDlE CRYlNG]

Oh, God, it's realIy happening.

What are you, Iike, some muItiple-personality schizoid?

It's like flipping a switch back and forth for you?

I never expected to see Joey again.

Oh, yeah. Joey.

What, was he in hiding? Was he dead?

I thought he was. I thought I killed Joey Cusack.

-I went out to the desert and I killed him. -Oh, my God.

I spent three years becoming Tom Stall.

Edie, you have to know this.

I wasn't really born again until I met you.

I was nothing.

I don't beIieve you.

I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe this is happening.

I can't believe this is fucking happening!

You didn't grow up in Portland.

And you never talk about your adopted parents...

...because you don't have any!

And our name. Jesus Christ, my name.

Jack's name. Sarah's name?

Stall? Tom Stall?

Did you just make that up?

Where did that name come from?

I mean...

...it was available.

Yeah.

I guess I was available too.

[EDlE CRYlNG]

Hey, Jack.

What am I supposed to call you now?

You're supposed to call me Dad. That's what I am, your dad.

Are you really?

So you're some kind of closet-mobster dad?

If I rob Millikan's drug store...

...will you ground me if I don't give you a piece of the action?

What, Dad? You tell me.

Please, son. Don't.

If I talk to Sam about you...

...will you have me whacked?

Jack.

[SlGHS]

SAM: Tom?

Hey, Sam. How are you doing?

-Good to see you up and around. -Yeah.

You had her running yet?

Yeah, for a second there.

She's coming back to life.

Shit.

Tom...

...I got a problem.

Wanna come inside for a minute?

I've been running through it all for the last couple days.

It just doesn't fit.

-What doesn't fit? -None of it.

Is that Edie coming home?

Yeah.

Well, we don't have to do this now.

Might as well.

Hi, Sam.

Edie. How you doing?

I'm okay.

-You want some coffee? -No, I'm good.

So, what brings you out here?

Well, Tom and I were just talking about that.

Mm. I'd Iike to hear it.

Well, it's just that...

-...none of this makes any sense. -Hmm.

SAM: These are serious, secretive men.

They wouldn't have come out here, gone through all this...

...exposed themselves like this...

...unless they were dead certain they had the right man.

So, what are you saying, Sam?

I'm saying I think I need to hear the truth.

The truth?

The truth.

Sam, you've got too much time on your hands.

I'm sorry?

Tom is....

Tom is who he says he is. That's all that really matters.

Sam, hasn't this family suffered enough?

Well....

Goddamn.

-Edie.... -It's okay.

I guess I'll be going.

[EDlE CRYlNG]

You folks give me a ring if you need anything.

Anything at all, understand?

Thanks.

Edie.

Edie!

Get off of me!

Fuck you, Joey!

Get-- Get off!

[BOTH GRUNTlNG]

[BOTH MOANlNG]

EDlE: Oh, God.

Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.

[PHONE RlNGlNG]

Hello.

MAN [OVER PHONE]: Hey, bro-heem.

You're still pretty good with the killing.

That's exciting.

Richie.

RlCHIE: Yeah, it's Richie. What do you say, Joey?

Are you gonna come see me?

Or do I have to come see you?

[TRACK ANNOUNCER SPEAKlNG INDlSTlNCTLY ON TV]

Genny Cream.

Bottle.

Are you Ruben?

Yeah. You Joey?

Yeah, I'm Joey.

So, what do we do now?

[CLEARS THROAT]

You finish your beer...

...then I take you to see Richie in the Escalade.

Nice houses.

Richie's a very upscale kind of guy.

Nice gate.

Yeah.

RUBEN: We're here.

Home sweet home.

Gotta frisk you.

I'll save you the trouble. I'm not packing.

I gotta frisk you.

All right.

I don't smell very good.

Been driving pretty much nonstop, 1 5 to 1 6 hours.

I'll hold my nose.

Can you believe that place is still standing, the Track & Turf?

Didn't you bang Jill Levy there...

...right on the bar in front of everybody?

I never banged Jill Levy.

Well, you should've. She was....

She was something.

How you doing, Richie?

[RICHIE SlGHS]

[RICHIE CHUCKLES]

Yeah. It's been a long, long time, bro-heem.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

Come with me.

You want anything?

No.

So you like that farm life?

Milking cows and shit?

I don't have a farm.

No?

Fogarty thought you lived on some kind of farm.

Said you could smell pig.

How that old fart would know what a pig smells like, I don't know...

...but that's what he said.

[CLEARS THROAT]

-Do you like being married? -What?

Do you Iike being married?

Does it work for you?

I can't see it working for me.

I never felt the urge, you know?

A lot of great-looking women in the worId.

I never met one made me wanna give up all the others.

Sure, you can fuck around...

...but it's so much goddamn work, you know?

Keeping it quiet. It's not worth the effort.

I don't see the upside.

You see the upside, Joey?

Yeah, Richie, I do.

I do now.

I'm pretty pissed at you, bro-heem.

You could've called.

You could've dropped a postcard in the mail.

We're brothers. What'd you think would happen?

I thought that business would come first.

Well, yeah.

Yeah, I know.

I know.

What am I gonna do?

You bust up a made man's place.

You killed some of his guys.

You take his eye.

Jesus, Joey, you took his eye.

Barbed wire, wasn't it?

That's disgusting. You always were the crazy one.

-Not anymore. -Yeah, I heard.

You're living the American dream. You really bought into it, didn't you?

You've been this other guy almost as long as you been yourself.

Hey. When you dream...

...are you still Joey?

Joey's been dead a long time.

And yet here you sit...

...big as life.

You know you cost me...

...a lot of time and money.

Before you pulled that shit with Fogarty...

...I was a shoo-in to take over when the boss croaked.

A shoo-in.

It was made very clear to me, Joey.

I had to clean up your mess...

...or nothing was ever gonna happen for me.

You got no idea how much shit I had to puIl...

...to get back in with those guys.

You cost me...

...a hell of a lot, Joey, a hell of a lot.

It looks like you're doing all right over here.

Yeah, I am, I am.

I'm stiIl behind the eight ball...

...because of you.

There's a certain lack of respect, a certain lack of trust.

The boys in Boston are just waiting for me to go down.

You always were a problem for me, Joey.

When Mom brought you home from the hospital...

...I tried to strangle you in your crib.

I guess all kids try to do that.

She caught me...

...whacked the dayIights out of me.

I've heard that story.

Well, what do you think?

Better Iate than never?

Richie...

...I'm here to make peace.

Tell me what I gotta do to make things right.

You could do something, I guess.

You could die, Joey.

[TOM GASPING AND GRUNTlNG]

[GRUNTS]

[BOTH GRUNTlNG]

[GRUNTS]

How do you fuck that up?

[GRUNTS]

How do you fuck that up?!

What are you gonna do, give him mouth-to-mouth?

Did you see my brother?

Fucking leave this, and let's just kiIl that little fuck!

[BOTH GRUNTlNG]

Jesus, Joey.

Jesus, Richie.