All language subtitles for Rust (2010)2.en

I'm sorry.

But this has to
be a two-way street,

and if you refuse to answer
my simplest questions,

to at least
help me understand

where I've fallen
short in your eyes,

then where are we?

How can I fix that?

How can I fix us?

You're shoving me away.
Don't you understand that?

I love you, and I honor you,
and I respect you

no less than the day
I came to know you,

but if you can't
be here with me,

if you can't speak to me,

if you can't work
through this with me,

then I have no choice
but to walk away.

I've given up
everything for you.

Everything.

I'm sorry. Forgive me.

BARROW: And like Job,

a man
who experienced enough
pain for a hundred men,

we, too, have
our hurdles in life

that seem to take
great and unfair pleasure

at watching us fall
to the ground as we try
to climb over them.

But we pick ourselves up,
dust off our hands,

plant new seed,
creating new hope,

and we do so not
really knowing his plan,
or what he has in store,

but having the patience
and the faith

to believe
that the reward
is well worth the wait.

And all is revealed,

as is the gift of
God's plan for you.

And though Audrey was
taken from us far
too young,

we know that
she's in a good place,

and in the loving
care of God Almighty.

The sorrow we
feel in our hearts

is as cold
as the winter
that confines us,

but with time,
the power of our
community, its faith,

Mary, James and Glen
will feel the warmth
of a new spring,

and a new day.

It's always hard
to lose a loved one,
especially a mother,

but we have to remember
that our loving Lord
wants not pain.

Our loving Father
cherishes not watching us

sink into the depths
of our despair.

ABIGAIL: They're in
heaven now.

Could we just go?

Come on, kids.

Run inside, sweetie.
Get to your homework.

Bye, Uncle James.

She's got a good spirit.

I have a few
other names for it.

For what it's worth,
I'm glad you're back.

Everyone's missed you.

It'll be
nice to get to know
Ian and Abigail again.

I know they'd like that.

What?

You're the only person I know

who could put on
a 30-year-old jacket
and it still fits.

So, you think you'll be
sticking around for
a while this time?

First of all,
it's a 40-year-old coat.

Yeah. And yeah.
Yeah, that's the plan.

That's the plan.

Yeah.

Mary, I...

I know we've had
our differences,
Dad and I, but...

He just seems so...

He's so angry, so bitter.

Jimmy, it's been tough
on him for a long time.
And then with the fire...

Yeah. Yeah, I can imagine.

It's just horrible.

It's been real horrible.
Just so sad.

Yeah, well, I better
let you get inside.

See you around?

Yeah. Bye.
Bye.

BARROW: In closing, I want
to say that these very
difficult times

will serve to remind us
how fragile, how fallible,

how human we really are.

The resolve of
this whole community

has been challenged
and severely tested,

but because we
are tied together
by the love of God,

and he has made us
into a family,

let us determine

to demonstrate
our common strengths

and our common faith in God.

God has not called us
to huddle together,

but to reach out
with wide, open arms

to our friends,
to our neighbors,

to love them with the love
that God has given to us.

We have been taught
that this too shall pass.

And so we put
our faith in God.

His promises
will be fulfilled.

Hey.

Just one of you?

Yeah. Thanks.

WAITRESS: Coffee?
Yeah, that'd be great.
Thank you.

DUANE: Guess who.

JAMES:
I don't know.

Come on, guess.
You feel that muscle
closing down on your throat?

Who could that be?

I don't know, but seriously,
I can't breathe.

Yeah, and you're gonna
black out in about
two seconds

unless you make a guess.

Let him go, Duane,
before he passes out.

Duane?

How's it going, preach?

Coffee, Duane?

Black would be
beautiful, darling.

Thanks, Loretta.

You're looking
handsome as ever, Jimmy.

Coffee's coming up.

Man, people were starting to
think you forgot all about us.

Been a while, stranger.

You darn near killed me.

Yeah, and I would have, too,
if not Loretta stepped in

and saved your sorry butt.

Man, oh, man.

It's good to see you, Jimmy.

DUANE: And we all knew
it was coming.

Just a matter of time,
and then...

Well, you saw the place.
Burned down to the ground.

Good people, the Pierces.

JAMES:
Where's Travis at now?

He's over in Bishop,
the psychiatric place.

They're doing some
kind of evaluation stuff
the court ordered.

What happens after that?

I don't know.

Frankly, Jimmy, I don't care.

It's out of my hands now.

The Travis you knew
and what he became,
night and day.

Especially in the
last couple of years.

And the stuff that
we thought was cute
but weird just got...

I don't know.
Weird. Weirder.

We should've got
him into a place where
he fit in a long time ago.

Now we all got to take
some of the blame for
not doing it sooner.

Just a matter of time,
and here we are.

Anyway, what about you?
What happened to you, Jimmy?

I wish I knew.

You just wake up
one morning and say,

"Oh, sorry, Lord,
this dance is over"?

Yeah, something like that.

Well, I imagine that's
gonna be one heck of
a messy divorce.

Yeah.

Hey, we'll catch
up later, all right?

All right.

Hey, Steve.

Hey. Take it up.

Can I give you
a hand with that?

GLEN: I'm fine.

We gonna
keep pretending
like I'm not here,

or are we gonna
talk about this?

I know you're here.
There's nothing to
talk about.

I don't know about that.

How about how much
I've disappointed you
over all the years?

I imagine the disappointment
I feel is nothing compared to

what you're going through and
feeling about yourself
right now.

So I'll tell you what.

You take care of you,
and I'll take care of me.

I can't believe
he put so much stock in me.

MARY: I don't know, Jimmy.

Like I said,
things have been
real tough around here.

Not just for us,
but for everyone.

Rust has been real bad
the last couple of crops.

And then the fire.

The Pierces,
they came here five
years ago from England,

and they showed us
a spirit like...

They just loved being here,
and farming and working
the land.

The Pierce boy,
he was about 12.

Actually wanted to be
a farmer, just like his dad.

That's rare these days.

The daughter,
she was a few years older.

Really pretty.

She fit right in with
all the kids in town.

Really pretty gal.

Just a shame.

It just makes no sense.

He's a real hard worker,
Mr. Pierce, Sam, and
a good Christian.

He was a little
tough on his kids,
especially the daughter.

Real strict with her.

But he genuinely embraced
the opportunity of being here.

And it started to
pick up the spirits

of everyone else
in the community.

YOUNG JAMES:
What do you think
is up there, Travis?

I don't know.
Besides clouds
and stuff, and God?

Yeah.

Maybe Mrs. God?

TEEN JAMES:
I just can't
connect, Travis.

It's like my
arm's a lead weight,

and it won't do
what I'm asking it to.

TEEN TRAVIS: Then quit
talking to it, Jimmy,

and play the game.
Play the game.

Play the game.

Play the game.

Come on, Travis,
your friend is here.

I'll be right outside.
You behave yourself, Travis.

Aye, captain.

Pretty messed up, eh?

Yeah. Pretty messed up.

Well, you're looking good.
Got all your letters.
I saved them.

My mom has them at
the house in a box.

Good. I'm glad to hear that.

Are you okay?
I guess.

I suppose you'll want
to know what happened.

No, it's all...

I don't mind.

I don't remember
a whole bunch.

Only doing it.

Used a cigarette
to get her going.

Then they came and
I told them what I'd done.

And then they take me away.

But they've been pretty
good to me, considering.

So, what about you?

I hear you got
some news of your own.

My mom said you come back
'cause you weren't preaching.

She said you ran out
of "Jesus juice."

Yeah. Something like that.

Well, then, I guess
we've both got our problems.

DUANE: Remind you of someone?

JAMES: He's much better
than I ever was.

I wouldn't be so
sure about that,
but he is good.

Thinking about going pro?

Which one of them
down there doesn't?

I went and saw Travis.

Figured you would.

How's he doing?

I don't know. I don't know.

Like I told you, Jimmy,
he's not the same guy
you remember.

And some people around here
couldn't tolerate it anymore.

Old man Riley
down at the pharmacy

all over my tail to
do something about it.

Believe me, Jimmy,

I'm taking
some heat here
for what happened.

Attaboy, Cartre.

You know, everyone keeps
saying that he's different.

I don't understand. What's...

Where do you
want to start?

How about the fact
that he started wearing

one of those
freaking little...

What do you
call those little dresses
that the ballet girls wear?

A tutu?
Yeah.

He started slipping on
one of those

in the middle of the night,
dead of winter.

Starts prancing
down Main Street,

twirling around
like a fairy princess

while we were all asleep.
Poor guy.

One screw at a time,
his whole head's
come loose.

Come on, Duane, his wardrobe
was always a little different.

We knew that.

Are you listening
to what I'm saying?

Yeah, we tolerated
the fact that

he didn't bathe much
and dressed like a moron,

but this ain't that.

I can't talk
about it no more.

It just makes me sick
thinking about it.

You didn't have to pull
those bodies out of the house.

Now, what's done is done
and can't be undone.

Hey. What you watching?

Nothing.

Yeah? I hear
that's a good show.

Saw Duane's boy skating
at the rink. He's good.

That's what I hear.

All right, look, Dad,
I'm sorry I didn't become

what you or
everybody else
had in mind for me.

You think that's
what's eating me,
do you?

Isn't it?

What you do with
your life is your business.
We all make our own choices.

Okay, fine.
Yeah, great, I buy that.
Why you so angry with me?

Who said I was angry?

I'm not angry.

Okay, disappointed.

For no reason
ever explained to me,

you ran away
from here and me,

and everything that
God had planned for you.

Now and then,
you come bouncing back,

most likely when
you're running away
from something else,

and this time
you need answers,

because the road you've been
on is so filled with U-turns,

you don't know
which way it runs.

All right, look,
Dad, first of all,
I became a minister.

I didn't run away
from you or anybody else.

I had a calling,
and it wasn't as sudden
as you make it out to be,

and you know that.

Fine.

And I didn't come here
looking for answers
or your sympathy.

Son, every seed
you've planted,

everything you've
ever put in the ground,

including your mother,
hasn't yielded a single thing.

And that's not my fault,
it's not your mother's fault,

and it certainly
isn't God's fault.

My question for you
is simple.

Do you ever plan
on finishing anything?

Mrs. Wexler?
It's James Moore, ma'am.

TRAVIS: Looks like we got
dumped on pretty good.

I don't suppose
you could oil that chain
on that bike you put away.

She's one
of my favorites.

Rescued her from the dump
and worked real hard on her,

and the damp will just...

Do her in.

You still haven't
answered my question.

I told you.

No, you didn't.

Travis, listen to me.

I want you to
tell me everything
that happened exactly.

Everything that
happened that night

after you left
the game in Taft.

Are you supposed to
be doing that in here?

No, but what are they
gonna do, put me in jail?

Okay.

Normally, I stay around
after a game.

You know how I do.

Win or lose,

I want to be
there for the boys.

But this time,
fourth quarter ended,

horn went off,

and I just got on my bike
and got out of there
as fast as I could.

Got on my bike
and started riding.

I was so mad,
I was riding real fast.

I was mad,
'cause we lost
and we shouldn't have.

Those boys got no heart,
not like you used to.

I was real mad, Jimmy.

And then, like,
all that road went by.

I didn't even notice.

The next thing you know,
I seen it from the road,
the Pierce place.

Everybody liked Mr. Pierce,
but he had a mean streak.

Didn't like me.
He pretended to,
but he didn't.

What do you mean,
he didn't like you?

I don't know.
He just didn't.

He pretended to, but
I know what he was thinking.

And what was that?

"Boy, it would sure be
nice to get rid of Travis.

"Take him
to that recycling plant

"where he works
and recycle him."

Never liked me from
the day he moved here.

With his fancy accent,
I could tell.

His wife was nicer.
So were the kids.

Listen. Listen to me, Travis.

Okay, so you were riding
your bike home from Taft,

you were real mad
because the boys lost,

and then you're riding
past the Pierce farmhouse.

Yeah. Then it come to me.

"Burn it down.
Burn him before he burns you."

So I did.

Just like that. No thinking.

I just snapped
and burned it down.

I didn't mean
for everyone to die.

Just keeps getting worse.

What?

Looks like a kid
blew his brains out
with a shotgun in there.

It's not pretty.

Who?

Local kid. Drew Abbott.
His family moved here
after you were gone.

Kid was
nothing but trouble
from the get-go. Man.

Duane. Duane.
I can't find the mother.

Okay. Get hold of his father.
He's doing nightshift
over in Deerview.

And find his mother.

Suicide

I don't know, Jimmy.
I don't know.

It's a mess in there.

That boy was always
working me overtime.
Drunk or drugs.

Who knows what these days.
It's not the first call
I've had about him.

Loud-mouthing, doing
stupid stuff, showing off.

Like I said,

it's not the same place
when we were kids.

Not by a long shot.

Hey, Jimmy.

If you got one left
in you, say a prayer?

Killed himself, huh?

He shot himself.

I could have seen
that train wreck coming.

Please.

Please answer me.

I need answers.

James. They told me
I might find you here.

We have a new church now.
Brick and stucco.

It's a lot warmer
than this old place.

So, you woke up
one morning,

and try as you might,

He just wasn't there, right?

Yeah. Something like that.

John, I've prayed,
I've begged,

I've gone to my knees,
I've read and reread
the scriptures

until my eyes want to
fall off my face, and...

Just nothing.
No answers. Nothing.

But a lot of questions.

It just doesn't make sense.

What is it that
doesn't make sense?

Any of it.
Anything. Everything.

Everything that's
happening in the world.

This thing with Travis.

This terrible thing
that he's done.

Will somebody,
please, somebody,

somebody explain to me
what's going on?

John, every day I look around,

innocent lives
are being destroyed.

Wars over
differences of faith?

And children? Sweet,
innocent young children

being taken from us by guns
and bullets and brutal acts
of nature.

And those of us
who are supposed
to be protecting them,

giving them faith,
showing them guidance,

they commit the most
unspeakable acts of all.

They all but
desecrate His name.

Is it any wonder that people
are running away from
the church,

they're abandoning
their faith?

I know, I know in my heart,
I know that He has a reason,

but for the first time
in my life,

I need to understand here.

I need to understand
why He would allow such

terrible things.

And He won't answer me now,

when I need Him so
desperately, when I have...

I have given my
entire life to Him.

It scares the hell out of me.

James, when you were younger,

did I ever
tell you the story of
my first little cat, Freddie,

and how I lost my arm?

What? No.

Well, listen carefully.

I was a boy about
only five years of age.

I desperately
wanted a little dog.

And I'd picked one out,
my mom and I,

and we brought it home.

But my dad just
about blew a gasket.

He stormed at us.

"I don't want to be
walking around this house

"and step in
piles of dog poop."

And he ordered us to
return the dog immediately.

And I was devastated.
I was heartbroken.

And then,
about a week later,

my mom showed up
with a little kitten.

She persuaded my dad that

that did not pose the
same sanitation problems.

Now, he was not
thrilled with this,

but he was a man
of occasional reason

and a bit of
common sense,

and I think
he also understood
that this would teach me

a sense of responsibility

by looking after
the little thing.

Anyway,

I got my dear, precious
little Freddie, and
I was thrilled.

And less than
three months later,

he died. Just like that.

I was so brokenhearted.

Do you know
what I came up
with through all this?

What?

There cannot be a God,
and if there perchance was,

he was a mean old man,
even meaner than my dad.

And my dad could
cut through granite

with his temper
and his tongue.

Well, obviously,
you found your way back.

Yes, I did.

As you will, too, James.

Have patience.

Have faith.

God has not forsaken you.

Now, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

What does that have to
do with losing your arm?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I just
wanted to make sure
that you were listening.

Let's go.

Dad.

I'll be in the car.

Daddy.

Hey. I'll be
right back. Sweetie.

Hey, Jim.
I heard you were around.

Yeah. Rick.

It's been a while.

Maybe we better go.

Why, Mommy?

RICK: Yeah, she's right.

Come on,
go grab your old man,

let's put a couple
of tables together.

He's in the car.
He won't come back.
Maybe another time.

Hey, son.

Jimmy, let's catch up.

Mary knows where to find me.

Yeah, yeah.
Sounds like a plan.
I'll give you a call.

All right.

Bye, sweetie.

Bye.

Want me to stick that
in the microwave for you?

It's gotta be as cold
as the cow that died
for it by now.

No. No, it's fine,
thanks. Hey...

The girl back there
wearing the beret,
who is she?

That's Amanda Spencer.

She was
Drew Abbott's girlfriend.

Or whatever they
call it these days.

You know, she hasn't
always been this way.

She kind of flew off
the rails.

A lot of them do.

You know, there's nothing
really here for them,
no real way out.

And then what Drew did...

Yeah.

Yeah. Maybe you should.
Thank you.

DUANE: What's done is done
and can't be undone.

TRAVIS: Burn it down.

Burn him before he burns you.

DUANE: It just makes me
sick thinking about it.

You didn't have to pull
those bodies out of the house.

Used a cigarette
to get her going.

Do you ever plan on
finishing anything?

I don't buy it, Travis.
I don't buy any of it.
Your whole story.

Me neither.
I don't buy your story
and what's going on with you.

How about that?

This isn't about me.

Oh, yeah?

Maybe this is all about you.
How about that?

Would you stop?

You stop. You started it.

Aren't you worried about
what's gonna happen
to you in here?

What's gonna happen
to your mother?

She'll be fine.
I'll be fine, too.

God has His plan.
You should know that
better than anyone.

Or maybe that's
something you forgot.

Maybe that's
what's going on here.

Championship game
against Fairmont.

You busted your pinkie
when that tub of lard,
Puckett, crushed you.

Remember that?

Yeah, that's right.
We were five yards
from the end zone.

Next play,
if you didn't get hurt,

what play were you gonna
call to take the ball in?

Pass to Tyler.

That's right.

But you couldn't throw,
so what did you do?

Fake the pass,
hand off to Clay.

Touchdown.

It's not ours to
question His plan, Jimmy.

Just to play the game.

* All is calm
All is bright

* Round yon
Virgin Mother and Child

* Holy Infant
so tender and mild

* Sleep in heavenly peace

* Sleep in heavenly peace

You know,
this gal I'm seeing,

the one at Norm's,
I know what that
looks like.

Half my age,
Mary older than me.

I know
what I am going through.
I'm not stupid, I'm reacting.

I know, it's a cliche.

But you know what?
It feels good.

She makes me feel good.

And that's something,
with all due respect
to your sister,

I went without
for a long time.

I'm sorry to hear that.

When you left here,
Mary was 14.

Your mother wasn't in
the ground six months.

Now, I'm not here to
blame you or anyone,

but your little sister was
left to play daughter,
mother, friend,

and everything in between.

And your dad
was hurting. Bad.

And the worse he got,
the harder she tried.

And in all these years,
nothing has changed.

He's still angry,

and she's still trying
to make him happy.

I just couldn't compete
with that anymore.

Do you want me to take her?

No, she's fine.

She's so sweet.

Do you want
a cup of coffee?

I'm good.

So, what happened with Rick?

What?

What happened with you guys?

Is it about that
woman at Norm's?

No, that came after.

Or at least I think so.

So, what happened?

Truth?

It doesn't matter.

He and I aren't
meant to be together.

I thought that having Abby,

our little
midlife surprise,

might be the glue.

But I'm okay.
Actually, I'm happier.

Ricky's a good dad, and
that's all that's important.

How about the kids?

They'll be fine.

Look at Abby.

Kids rebound.

It's better they see us happy
apart than miserable together.

Mary?

Do you hold it
against me that I left?

What are you
talking about?

Well, when you were a kid,
I left you to take care
of Dad and everything.

Do you hold that against me?

I mean, you have every right.

I was so selfish.

Yes, you were.

But you were hurting,
and I knew that.

To everyone around here,
you were a hero,

but I saw
what was going on.

How can I fix that?

You can't.

What is important to me
is that you're here now

and that you find
some peace.

Watch it, watch it,
watch it.

Go.

He's good.

He's real good.
He's better than I ever was.

Not that good.

Hey, Jim.

Dad, I'll meet you
back in the truck.

You good?
Okay. Fine.

Just thought you
might want to know.

They're gonna
be moving Travis,

so whatever they've got
set up next to happen

is gonna happen
before the year's out.

Why? What...

That's all I know.
That's all I know.
Sorry, Jimmy.

What did Duane want?

Nothing.

Oh yeah? I hear
that's a good show.

Travis.

What about him?

I don't know.

Do you think he did this?
What's your take on all this?

What I think doesn't matter.

But isn't Travis saying the
same thing, that he did it?

I thought
this mess was
over and done.

Yeah.

You know,
I don't go sticking
my nose in anyone's manure,

but if you're asking
if it feels like
a square peg

is being forced into
a round hole, well...

Wait, so you're saying
you don't think he did it?

I didn't say that.

I said I don't get
involved in stuff
like this.

But I will tell
you this, however.

There's a seed of
truth in every lie.

What that seed is,
what becomes of it,

that's all up to the guy
that's pulling the plow.

JAMES: Mrs. Wexler!

Come on. I know you're...

Mrs. Wexler!

Go away! Leave me alone!

Mrs. Wexler!

Mrs. Wexler!
I'd really like to
talk to you, ma'am!

What do you want?

It's me, ma'am.
It's Jimmy Moore.

I know who you are.
You got old.

And bald.

Yes, ma'am.
Well, the Lord,
He giveth and He...

And He can snatch it
right back from you.

Yes, ma'am.

Look, I'd like to
talk to you about Travis.

There is nothing
to talk about.

Do you think maybe
we could go inside,
we could sit down,

or maybe I could take you
and get you a cup of coffee?

I don't need coffee.

And I don't
need conversation.

Travis is gone.
Everyone's happy. Fine.

Not me.

Not you?

No, ma'am, I'm not happy.

And why is that?

Gut feeling.

Ma'am

Come in. Shut the door.

Don't take up smoking.

No, ma'am.

And stop with the
"ma'am" business,
would you?

We're both
too old for that.

Okay.

Travis didn't do what
he's being blamed for.

Plain and simple.
I know it. You know it.

You know this as a fact?

I know this as a mother.

Okay, well, then,
who did do it?

You're suggesting
there is someone?

What makes you think that?

Because everybody...

Yeah. Right.

Okay. I see where
you're going with this.

So, let's say there's
some other explanation.

Then why is Travis
taking the blame?

Why is he saying
that he did it?
It makes no sense.

No, it doesn't, Jimmy,

but it's Travis
we're talking about here.

Half of whatever he did
in his life never made sense,

but the other half
made perfect sense.

Hi.

Yeah, hi. How would I find
a lawyer assigned to
a particular case?

What case?

Travis Wexler.
He was involved in...

That's Paula Roggin.

How would I find her?
Who are you?

Friend of the defendant.

Well, it's your lucky day.

Oh, thank you.

Paula, there's
somebody to see you.

Three minutes.
I have to get back to court.

Clock's ticking.

My name's James Moore.

I'm from over in Kipling.
You're representing
a friend of mine.

Travis Wexler.
Right.

What do you want?

Well, first off,
I don't think he did it.

You can stop right there.
Mr. Wexler, Travis has
admitted to this.

He's legally confessed,
and the court has
entered that confession.

I know, but still...

Mr. Wexler's been
deemed legally competent,

so that confession
is now going to stand.

So what happens now?

Well, in the next couple
of weeks,

the court will make
the ruling official,

and then he'll be remanded
to the appropriate facility

in compliance
with that ruling.

What facility?
For how long?

Let me put it this way.

Travis won't be
coming home anytime soon.

I'm sorry.
Now, if you'll excuse me.

DUANE: You don't
want to go there, Jimmy.

JAMES: Why not?
Isn't that exactly
what you're supposed to do?

Go there, get the facts?

Look, we got the facts.

He was there.
Him and Pierce
didn't get along.

Everybody knew it.

He snapped
and burned the place down,
then confessed. End of story.

So that's it

Aren't you supposed to
at least look for other...

What do you call, scenarios?

Jimmy, don't do this.
Do not come in here
and do this.

You've been gone
half a lifetime.
Lots has changed.

Everything has changed.

Yes, case closed.
There are no other scenarios.

Yes?

Okay. All right.
I'll be right there.

I'm asking you, Jimmy. Stop.

I'm begging you.
You've gotta let this go.

ED: I don't understand
the question.

You want to run
that by me again?

How long would
you say it was

before the
Pierce farmhouse
was fully engulfed?

Out of control?
How long would that take?

ED: That's a tough one.

We had it real hot
end of summer and
into fall.

Everything was real dry.

Again, it's hard to say.

I've seen a place like that
go up in a matter of minutes.

Curtains, furniture,
floorboards.

No shortage of fuel.

So maybe, what,
10, 15 minutes?

Maybe.

Of course, if the fire has
its way, which it often does,

two, three minutes,
nothing to be done.

Could that have
happened there?

It did, according to Travis.

Yeah. Just one more thing,
if you don't mind.

I'm starting to,

but go on ahead and
ask anyway.

I appreciate you guys
are all volunteers
down here.

You probably don't have
all the resources you need,

but do you keep
any kind of a record

of what time you guys might
have arrived there at the
Pierce farmhouse?

Something exact,
if possible?

You're right. We're not
a cross the T's and dot
the I's kind of outfit.

I don't really know
where you're going
with this,

but I do try to maintain
some integrity around here.

My computer.

Let's see here.

We arrived on the scene
at 10:43 p.m. exactly.

Our findings, as well as
Travis' firsthand account,

tell us
the fire had been going

for approximately
17 minutes at that point.

That time was corroborated,
give or take a minute,
by Earl Jackson,

who has the next farm over.

He was out having a smoke.

His wife
doesn't let him
do that inside anymore,

'cause they have
a new baby.

He saw it right
from the get-go.

He was the one
that called us.

There was nothing
we could do.

It was all but gone
when we arrived.

So then the
fire started...

It was started.

Didn't just
magically appear,
like abracadabra.

...at about 10:26
or somewhere right
around there.

No. Exactly 10:26.

That's when we got the call
from the Jackson farm,
just as it started.

Anything else?

Can I help you?

Oh, hey.

You call for me?

EARL: No, sweetie,
I got it.

It's cold out here.
Go back inside.

What can I do for you?

Hey, my name
is James Moore.

I know who you are.

Figured you'd be bigger,
considering your rep.

Earl Jackson.
Hey.

I'm sorry.
This'll just take
a minute of your time.

Shoot.
I'm friends
with Travis Wexler.

If it'll help you cut to
the chase and get me
back to work

and out of this cold
any sooner,

Ed Beaujot
called and said
you might be dropping by.

What do you need to know?

Yeah, all right. Well,
the night of the fire,
did you see anything?

More than I wanted to.

What about Travis?
Did you see him?
You see anybody else?

You see those trees
way over there?

Plus it was night.

Real dark out here at night.
No, just the fire,
that's all I saw.

All right,
so you saw the fire
and you called it in?

Right. I was out
here having a smoke.

Did you go
to the Pierce place
after you called it?

Couldn't.
Why not?

Baby was inside.

What about your wife?

What about her?

Where was she?

Visiting relatives.

All right,
so you're out here,
you're having a smoke,

the baby's inside. Wait...

You just left the baby
inside the house alone?

He was sleeping.
He was fine.

You see that
line on the ground?

Friend, you just crossed it.
Drive carefully.

Can't see it.
The road's all ice.

Coach?
Yeah?

Yeah, hey,
my name's Jim Moore.

What can I do for you?

That's a heck of a team
you got out there.

Would be
if they didn't play
like a bunch of girls.

You don't look much
like a volleyball guy.

Yeah? Darn near failed
science when I went here,

and now
I teach chemistry.
We wear many hats.

Welcome to public education.

Yeah. Listen,
I understand you also
coach varsity football.

Please tell me you got
a kid who wants to play.

I'm down to 20 guys.
Some of them doing some
serious double duty.

Sorry. Can't
help you with that.

Okay. What do you want?

When you played
Kipling in football
a couple of months ago,

there was a fire.

Yeah.

This is gonna
sound kind of weird,

but do you keep
any kind of a record

of what time that game
might have ended?

Something official?

I don't know. Why?

I'm just doing
a little follow-up.

I thought they caught
that crazy fellow on that.

It was a done deal.

Yeah. Well, yeah.

I don't understand
what you're after then.
Are you a cop, a reporter?

No, no, no.

But I'm a minister,
if that'll help.

Nope. Nobody keeps
that kind of information.

But I'll tell you this much.
Game got started a little late

on account we couldn't get
one of the banks of lights
to turn on.

So instead of a 7:00 kickoff,
we got going somewhere
around 8:00.

Now, town ordinance
says that

games are supposed to be done
and crowds dispersed by 10:00.

I know we were
a little bit past that.

How far past it?

Not much.
Fifteen minutes,
give or take a few.

Okay, so the game
was over by 10:15.

You're pretty
sure about that?

As sure as the fact that
we kicked Kipling's butt
that night.

If we'd taken
any longer to do it,

they'd have kicked
us out anyways.

One thing this town
likes more than their
hockey and their football,

it's their sleep.

JAMES: What if
I can prove all of this?

Mr. Moore, number one,
you're not supposed
to be back here.

Number two, this is
no longer in my hands.

Paula, we need
to get this signed.

This is crazy.
You're supposed
to be defending him.

Was defending him.
Now I'm defending
10 other people

who deserve more than one
overworked civil servant
at Christmas,

who doesn't have
the time or manpower

to give them what
they deserve either.

Forget the demands
of my own family.

So that's it?

Yes, that is it.

Well, this is insane.

Yes, it is. Happy holidays.

JAMES: One half of
me says, "Let it go."

The other half says, "No.

"You have no choice but
to pursue it with
a vengeance."

I don't think vengeance
is the proper tack,
for either case.

See, God has given
all of us a free will.

You know that.

Why is this so
important to you?

Well, isn't that obvious?

Is it something more
than just

your obvious friendship
and loyalty to Travis?

I suppose
I'd like to
know the truth.

And what if the truth
is exactly as they
say it is?

Then I'll come
to terms with it.

There's the rub.
Can you?

Praise God.

You see?
It's all there.
It's not possible.

Travis leaves
the game at 10:15.

JAMES: Okay, so the game
was over by 10:15.

You're pretty
sure about that?

As the fact
that we kicked
Kipling's butt that night.

If we'd taken
any longer to do it,

they'd have kicked
us out anyways.

But this time,
fourth quarter ended,

horn went off,

and I just got on my bike
and got out of there
as fast as I could.

So then I tried
doing that ride.

And I'm telling you, Duane,

I'm not
in my best shape ever,
but I'm not in bad shape.

I do that
exact same distance
from Taft High School

to the Pierce farmhouse
over and over.

Twenty-five minutes
is my best time,

and I was pushing it.

Even if Travis
beat me by five,
maybe even 10 minutes,

you're still looking
at 15 minutes.

There's no way he could've
gotten to the Pierce farmhouse

by the time
Ed Beaujot said
that fire got started.

There's no way.

JAMES: So then
the fire started

at about 10:26
or somewhere right
around there.

No. Exactly 10:26.

That's when we got the call
from the Jackson farm,
just as it started.

JAMES: You saw the fire
and you called it in?

Right. I was out
here having a smoke.

JAMES: So Earl Jackson
calls in the fire at 10:26.

Game's over at 10:15.

Travis does the ride.
It takes 15 minutes,
at best.

Add it up.
It's 10:30, Duane.

He wasn't there,
at least not when it started.
Not when Jackson called it in.

He couldn't have been.

Even if everybody's off
by a couple of minutes.

Look, I've asked you
to stop.

Clearly you haven't.

And there's
nothing I can do,
legally, to make you stop.

So, unless you
do something stupid
and make it my business,

I'm just
gonna step back and
let you dig your own grave.

Open your eyes.

It's good to finally hear
some resolve in your voice.

So, why do you suppose
Travis would make up
a story like that?

I don't know.

Okay, if not Travis,
who did it?

Maybe it was an accident.

They're saying
it was pretty dry.

I thought they determined it
was started with a cigarette.

That's what the paper said.

Isn't that the way
Travis said he started it?

Yes, sir.
That part all adds up.

Well, then,
the way I see it,

you need to concentrate
less on the why and how,

and start focusing on who.

MARY: The Pierces,
they came here five
years ago from England.

England, no less, and
took over the Parker farm,

and they showed
us a spirit like...

They just loved being here,
and farming and working
the land.

The Pierce boy,
he was about 12.

Actually wanted to be
a farmer, just like his dad.

That's rare these days.

The daughter,
she was a few years older.

Really pretty.

She fit right in with
all the kids in town.

I thought they determined it
was started with a cigarette.

That's what the paper said.

Isn't that the way
Travis said he started it?

MARY: He's a real hard worker,
Mr. Pierce, Sam, and
a good Christian.

He was a little
tough on his kids,
especially the daughter.

Real strict with her.

DUANE: Looks like a kid
blew his brains out
with a shotgun in there.

It's not pretty.

JAMES: Who?
Local kid. Drew Abbott.

His family moved here
after you were gone.

Kid was
nothing but trouble
from the get-go. Man.

TRAVIS: I could have seen
that train wreck coming.

You want something?

Amanda, can I talk to you?

Amanda,

I know
what happened
that terrible night,

and you have nothing to
be afraid of if I'm right.

You were there that night,
weren't you?

You, Drew,

maybe the rest of you.

But you were there.

Weren't you?

Were you trying to get
the Pierce girl to hang out?

I mean,
it was a Friday night,
the weekend, right?

Beth Ann, wake up.
Come on.

JAMES: But she couldn't,
could she?

Man, she's not coming.

JAMES: 'Cause her old man
kept her on a tight leash.

Beth Ann.

Come on. Beth Ann.

Come on out. Come on.

So there you are,
you're trying to
get her to sneak out.

Drew's probably acting crazy,
leading the charge.

Come on,
we're gonna party.

JAMES: And he was smoking,
wasn't he?

Never saw him without
a cigarette in his mouth.

Dude.

JAMES: And then
her old man shows up,

and he's probably angry.
Real angry.

Tells you to
get out of there.

Go away. Can't you see
we're trying to sleep?

Chill out, man.

JAMES: Drew gets in his face.

Get lost.
We're trying
to sleep in here.

Drew, come on.

Come on, what's wrong
with you, man?

I'm giving you to
the count of three.

Really?

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.

What are you
waiting for, mate?

Fine. Have it your way.

Drew, come on,
let's go before he
does something stupid.

DREW: No way.
This guy needs
a wakeup call.

JAMES: Now, this is the part
I'm not sure about.

But it was Drew's cigarette
that started that fire,

not Travis'.

So, did he mean to do it?

It was an accident.

Yo!

What?

It was an accident.
It was just an accident.

It was an accident.

Come on! Wake up, man!
I got all night, buddy!

AMANDA: Come on, Drew.
Let's go.

Drew, let's just leave.

This guy needs
a wakeup call.
Come on.

Drew, what are you doing?

DREW: Let's go!
I ain't scared of you!
You should be scared of me!

AMANDA: Come on, Drew,
let's go.

Drew?

Drew, get over here.

GIRL: Oh, my God.
AMANDA: Oh, my goodness.
Guys, let's...

GIRL: Oh, my God.

Hey! Beth Ann!

He didn't
mean to do it.

Somebody call 911! Anything!

Andy, use your cell phone!

Andy, come on.

ANDY: No reception.
I can't get anything.

DREW: Keep trying!

ANDY: I'm trying.

GIRL: Help! Do something!

I gotta go in there.
I've gotta get them.

Hold on.

Drew!

BOY 1: Drew,
we've gotta get help.

BOY 2: Drew, come on!
We've gotta go back to town!

We tried to help,
but I was so scared.

I'm so sorry.
What's gonna happen?

Oh, God, what's gonna happen?
Help, please, help.

Come here.

It's okay. It's okay.
You're okay.

It's all over.
It's all over.

JAMES: So that's when
Travis shows up.

Heart still pounding from
his ride, he sees the fire.

BOY: It was
your cigarette, Drew!

DREW: You don't know that!
Shut up!

Could have been anything!

BOY: It was
your cigarette, man!

DREW: It was an accident!

BOY: Holy cow.

JAMES: Travis is Travis.

Afraid or not,
he gets back on his bike,
he pedals toward that house

with every ounce of
strength and energy
he can muster.

Whatever fear he's feeling

is won over by the goodness
that's always been
in his heart.

But by the time he gets there,
there's nothing he could do.

The flames are
out of control.

I can only imagine
what must have been
going through his head,

not being able to help.

Must have been
his worst nightmare.

DUANE: But why the lie?

Why the confession?

I don't know.

Maybe he felt
guilty that he...

He couldn't do anything,
that he couldn't help,

that he couldn't save them.

AMANDA: No.

He sacrificed
himself for us.

He was saving us.

Thank you.

I suppose I don't need to
say it, but thank you, Jimmy.

Come on, Travis.
It doesn't make up
for half the stuff

you've done for me
in my life.

Well, then, all's even
in the world once again.

You scratch my back,
and I'll scratch yours.

Sounds like a plan.

Sounds like a plan.

All right.

Hey.

You know, you could've
just told Duane

it was an accident
in the first place.

Yeah, I started
thinking about that,

sitting in that tiny
little cell, thinking,

"This tiny little
cell stinks."

No. Even if everyone
believed me,

those kids would have
been looked at funny
their whole lives,

'cause everyone would have
still wondered what
really happened.

It's no piece of cake
going through life,

people looking at you
funny like that,

trying to figure
out your secrets.

They didn't need that.

Besides, I figured everyone's
been wanting to get rid of me
so bad,

and no one knew
how to do it.

I'd just do it for them.

Nobody wants to
get rid of you, Travis.

Yeah, right.

One thing at a time.

Sounds like a plan.

JAMES: "The spirit of
the place astounds.
The joy of it all.

"The reception bestowed
upon us is surely
of your making,

"and the generosity
of those who have
received us.

"We are blessed to be here,
to use our hearts and hands,

"to honor, to serve,
to sow the seed.

"All men walk in
the shadows of uncertainty,

"and it was with
anxious concern that we
set forth on our journey.

"We have been taught
that it is without faith

"that we stumble and
fall and cannot get up.

"And it is
without community
that we fear the darkness,

"but here
in this remote freckle
on your bountiful Earth,

"we have found solace.

"We have
found a comfort
amongst strangers,

"and a beacon of light
from a community so strong

"that no shadow
shall do us harm,
no matter how wide it's cast.

"Nor shall it prevent us
from living the life
you have created for us,

"to serve in your name,

"and enjoy your abundant
and wondrous gifts.

"We thank thee, Lord,
in the name of Jesus Christ,

"for the opportunity
before us.

"Your humble and
faithful servant,

"Samuel Pierce."

From the ashes
of that tragedy,

lasting words.

A personal preface to the
everlasting words of
God Almighty.

You see,

the dark events
that happen in our lives

aren't hurdles
that God puts before us

to see how
high we can jump or
how hard we stumble.

No, no. Our God is
more loving than that.
He's smarter than that.

No, those hurdles are
the way we choose to
look at

the bad stuff of our lives,

those dark shadows
cast of doubt and fear.

All too often,
we get so caught up,
we get so intertwined,

so knotted up in
the threads of our life,

we forget to look
at the bigger picture.

The entire weaving
of His fabric.

Now, I don't know about you,

but when I pull
that blanket up over me
on a cold winter's night,

and Lord knows,
we got plenty of
them around here,

I don't want to
depend on one single,

measly, tiny little
thread to keep me warm.

No. I want
that entire blanket to
smother and comfort me.

Well, if I don't,
I'm gonna freeze
my butt off.

And that's the way God works.

Not thread by thread,

but the entire weaving
of His warmth and His being.

And for that,
He wants one thing,
and one thing only.

Our faith.

Our unbroken belief
and infinite trust

in the journey that
He has planned for us.

No matter how
challenged we may feel,

whatever dark shadow
we find ourselves
cast under,

no matter how squeaky
the rusted hinge,

He is there for us,

fighting that rust that works
its way into all of our lives,

and smothering us
with that unconditional

and everlasting blanket
of warmth and comfort.

* Looking at me

* What do you see?

* A blank page with a mystery

* Trying to have faith

* To feel my mistakes

* From happening

* I feel like I'm lost

* Somewhere where
I cannot be found

* I'm trying to move on

* But my mind's
still in the cloud

* Could you imagine

* What life would be like

* If everything was perfect?

* No one would feel like

* They were being
pushed and shoved

* On the ground

* The power is mine

* If I shall choose

* I know I can
make a difference

* But it's so hard

* To face reality

* I keep on losing myself

* And drowning in these tears

* And I know

* I need

* To find who I am

* Could you imagine

* What life would be like

* If everything was perfect?

* No one would feel like

* They were being
pushed and shoved

* On the ground

* Could you imagine

* What life would be like

* If everything was perfect?

* No one would feel like

* They were being
pushed and shoved

* On the ground

* I know it may be a challenge

* But I'm willing to try

* I know that I can do it

* No matter what they say

* Could you imagine

* What life would be like

* If everything was perfect?

* No one would feel like

* They were being
pushed and shoved

* On the ground

* Could you imagine

* What life would be like

* If everything was perfect?

* No one would feel like

* They were being
pushed and shoved

* On the ground