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♪ They asked me how I knew ♪

♪ My true love was true ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ I of course replied ♪

♪ Something here inside ♪

♪ Cannot be denied ♪

♪ Now laughing friends deride ♪

♪ Tears I cannot hide ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ So I smile and say ♪

♪ When a lovely flame dies ♪

♪ Smoke gets in your eyes ♪

♪ Smoke gets in your eyes ♪

♪ Smoke gets in your eyes ♪

♪ Smoke gets in your eyes ♪

Mind if I sit?

No sweat. Go for it.

Aren't, uh, you three usually with a fourth?

Jean. He's talking about Jean.

Thank you, detective.

To what do we owe this honor, Hobey Delmore?

Have you seen Jean, Hobey?

No, I haven't.

Gee, because we're a little worried, to be honest.

We're not worried, we're concerned.

Concerned. Yes, yes. Concerned.

Uh, we're concerned. Yeah. Gee, we really are.

Well, when did you see her last?

She ditched us at the beginning of the football game,

but she's been cutting games for weeks.

We never knew where she went,

but she'd always show up by this time of day.

Why are you telling this to Hobey Delmore?

It's not like he's a goody-two-shoes, Lenore.

He knows all about this kind of thing.

Trouble. She means trouble.

Maybe I can help so that Jean doesn't get in any.

Her parents are tightwads.

Sometimes Jean drinks. They would go ape shit.

Maybe the four of us could set up a search party.

I find your interest incredibly suspicious, Hobey Delmore.

Why?

One of you can stay in Jean's room

in case she comes back, yeah?

I'm in the same house I can do that.

Good.

Maybe two of us could look around the edges of campus.

I know the ground was icy today,

maybe she slipped and broke an ankle.

What about you?

I'll check the woods.

You're not scared of the man in the woods at all?

Oh, please, a boogeyman nightmare

for misbehaving six-year-olds.

But why would you wanna do this for someone you don't even know.

Take his help, Lenore. Jeez.

I have to admit, I find it curious, Hobey.

Maybe Jean has a boyfriend.

But Jean doesn't have a boyfriend.

I'm the boyfriend she doesn't have.

Jean and I are going steady.

She mentioned she had a secret Valentine.

I thought she was kidding.

I call bull.

It's pretty common knowledge

that you're strictly a cheerleader man.

Lenore, try shutting your face.

No, that's okay. Lenore's right.

I was... I was plastic.

I was moronic but then I met Jean and...

- She's amazing. - Precisely.

So why have you kept it secret?

Uh, my notoriety wouldn't work for her parents, you know.

Also she was scared of your opinion.

She was working up the courage, but...

I already told my best friend E.W. weeks ago.

It doesn't add up.

It does to me.

We don't have time to break out a lie detector.

Jean could be getting frostbite.

Did you kill all these beasts yourself, sir?

Sometimes with a little native help

but, yes, they are my kills.

Extremely impressive.

Huh! Is this you and Roosevelt?

The one next to that is me and Truman.

Both photos were taken

at the Grand Lodge of Pennsylvania.

Where, by the way, I met your father.

Yeah.

And then, the next one down is also at the Lodge

celebrating after we beat Allentown 22 to 11.

I was safety.

Red Damon was fullback.

You guys won undefeated your senior year.

You might be too.

Even without Hobey Delmore at quarterback.

Hobey had an okay arm but he was bad for morale.

My whole opinion, we're better off without the guy.

You better be better off.

I brought in as many thick giants as I could

to help bolster the defense.

It hasn't exactly made me popular in the teacher's lounge.

Well, we're extremely grateful for the reinforcements, sir.

It's been night and day.

They say, it's cold weather

but as a true sportsman,

I'm sure it just makes your cast itch more.

I've been where you are.

Ready to go.

Wandering around the memorial wing can get awfully boring.

Even cute girls and mashed potatoes can get dull.

How long until you can play again, son.

Full contact?

Coach says a couple more weeks

but in a couple of weeks, there will only be one game left.

The doctor you set me up with...

- Dr. Fancher? - Right.

He gave me a bunch of painkillers

something called Dianabol.

One pill after every meal, he said.

It's for building muscle but it also helps with recovery time.

I feel great.

If you gave me a saw, I'll be out there tomorrow, sir.

Fine.

We'll get the cast off this week then.

I'll make another appointment for you with Fancher.

He can do anything.

You mentioned Red Damon.

What do you know about him?

Indian.

He's got the rushing record I'm going for.

What else?

Um...

Well, his picture is impossible to find.

It's not in any of the display cases.

I heard he was somewhat impressive though.

He could tap dance around, if that's what you mean.

But so can I at Split End, I don't mind telling you.

The team.

We were all great players.

But they still talk about him.

No one knows much.

Just... I've heard stories.

What did you hear happened to him?

What fate befell him?

He was a goner. He died.

How?

He hit a school bus full of little kids.

Four or five little kids died as I understand it.

His car exploded. He was drunk.

I'm sorry.

For what?

If he was your friend or if I heard it wrong.

I reckon you heard it very right.

The thing itself and not the myth.

He was no friend of mine.

I call him Redskins.

He was a certifiable alcoholic.

Why do you think they gave Crazy Horse that name?

But booze in moderation is balmy.

You're carrying five subjects this term

and you're failing three of them.

I apply myself like heck, sir,

but I just don't think I'm all that book smart.

It takes me an hour to read a page.

Sentences, they come to me the wrong way around.

I'm... I'm not kidding you.

Fine.

You'll take all your tests here in the privacy of my office.

And when this office isn't available,

then the study hall in the academic building.

You won't have any faculty watching you.

Bring whatever sheets you need to test higher.

As for essays, I'll be giving you

some of the best graded papers from years past.

You simply need to copy them in your own handwriting.

All I ask in return is that you break Red Damon's record.

Go Wildcats.

Who's out there?

Maybe you'd like to hear about my rifle?

It's a black Knight for black crows, you understand?

This here is the Savage 24

and I pick off all kinds of things at a hundred meters.

Big games and varmints.

I'm looking for a girl.

Ain't we all?

My friend's lost in... My friend's lost out here

and the mercury's sinking near zero.

Excuse me.

I ain't too fond of conversing with people I can't see.

Well, neither am I.

I'm not fond of talking to strangers

that had their rifle pointed in my direction.

I guess neither of us are the best mixers.

I don't know what girl will be out in here in these woods.

Liable to break a nail.

She's a student at the school.

Probably be a big reward

if anyone found her. No kidding.

I'll keep my eyes peeled.

Hey, does anyone else live out here?

Why do you ask?

I found a glove belonging to the girl.

Bloodied.

So I'm anticipating what the police

are gonna ask when I give them the glove.

You know, you can get turned around

and freeze to death out here.

Night like this.

Up to now, I've been a rotten host.

Why don't you come on inside.

The trouble is that rifle.

Of course, you're right.

I get the hint. I'll put it down,

and we can talk about this like grown-ups.

So come on out here, kid.

Come on down here. Come on inside.

Does anyone else live out here?

Yeah. Why don't you come on in here. Come on inside.

I said, does anyone else live out in these woods?

No, no. It's all bogus boogeyman stories, you know?

It's...

No one can live out here, it's too rough.

I, myself, only come out here once in a while

to get away from my...

So why aren't you at the game?

Oh, it's one missing cheer in that big ocean.

I'm not much of a paper shaker.

We can use all the cheers we can get.

Yeah, I'll probably go down at the halfway point.

Cut the gas. No, not gonna tell.

You think I don't know your name, right?

It's not a very big school.

Jean, right? Am I right?

You're right.

You're in the drama club.

Head of the drama club, actually.

- Oh, really. Well, excuse me. - Mm-hm.

Are you gonna play Mary in this shindig?

No. I don't get involved with the Nativity stuff.

I'm working on something else actually.

Oh, what's that?

It's an original play I'm writing.

I'd rather not get into it.

Okay, well suit yourself.

Are you going home for Christmas?

Sure.

You have a boyfriend back home?

Not sure that concerns you.

Well, you don't have a boyfriend here.

- I don't? - No. I keep my eye out.

You ever, um, think about taking off your binoculars?

- Not aiming forVogue magazine. - What?

I'm gonna go back to the game.

Hey!

Don't cut out on me.

Well, don't pull on me like a goddamn ragdoll.

It's all the tussle with the guys, I guess. I'm sorry.

Hey, look. Don't you think

I'm some kind of flutter bum or something?

- You're not my type. - Oh, come on.

You're oversexed I know it. You'd do me on the toilet seat.

I don't want any trouble.

You awake?

Cold out here, kid. Please.

Did you see her?

I placed you the moment you threw the rock at my head.

You're that quarterback who got exiled for smoking reefer.

Cobey Delmore.

You were a natural.

You were a natural Sonny Jurgensen.

Thanks.

The good news about you losing that field general post

is you know who your friends are now.

But bad news would be, you ain't got any.

You're on your own, kid.

Every man for himself.

I got a couple of pals.

You think you got a couple of pals.

You think you got a couple of pals.

Everybody we meet is ultimately unknowable.

Never who we think they are.

If you get drafted...

get your nose shot off in Ho Chi Minh.

The number of people can turn into zero.

I kind of like you comatose.

By the way, this, uh...

loop of lash rope is meant for cattle.

Did you see her?

Check the morgue, big shot.

Why would I do that?

'Cause she's dead.

I saw...

I saw her... I saw her today. I saw her body.

If what you say is true, then where is the body?

Huh? I found her glove.

The man in the woods...

is real.

I saw him... I saw him once.

He's doing strange things out here.

Only he ain't a man. He ain't a man or a woman.

He's doing things that don't make any sense.

Like making an aisle of orchids, carrying a sack.

Fingernails, sharp, long.

White-haired, down on the knees.

No nose to speak off, hardly a mouth,

no lips on the mouth, there's only eyes.

I was never so sick in my life.

Where does it live? This witch?

Everywhere, nowhere. Everywhere.

Tents made of animal skin.

You won't find your girl.

Or her remains, I'm sorry, kid.

This rifle will be trained on you as I walk away.

So count to 100. Slowly.

What about my head?

You can tell Rudy the janitor at your school.

Tell Rudy I'm out here, I need a physician.

And then go back inside your trailer.

Start counting.

One Mississippi.

Two Mississippi.

Three Mississippi.

Four Mississippi.

Five Mississippi.

Six Mississippi.

Seven Mississippi.

Eight Mississippi.

Nine Mississippi.

Ten Mississippi...

Just give her a second.

I'm freezing, by the way.

Oh, thanks for the newscast.

Since we're off-campus,

should we call Ms. Roethke by her first name?

What is her first name?

It's Louise, and no.

But we're off-campus, aren't we all peers?

No, we're not.

Louise.

You know way too much about her.

I know all about her, too.

I heard she studied in Paris at the Sorbonne.

That's not how you say it.

That's exactly how I say it.

Ladies.

It's after midnight. Is everything okay?

No, obviously.

Shut up, Lenore.

Well, come in. But take your shoes off first.

Leave them at the doorway.

You mean, like, the Orientals do, right, Louise?

Sure, Suzie.

This is Jean's dream.

Wow. Laurette Taylor.

She has a bunch of books about her.

You checked the chapel?

We checked everywhere.

Was there anything strange about how she left her room?

She left this on the floor.

It's not entirely uncommon for Jean.

She can be a real slob. I mean, so can I, to be frank, Louise.

But, that's why we get along so well.

She thinks I'm her favorite actress in the school.

She's writing a part for me.

Uh, excuse me, isn't this tome Tropic of Cancer

considered obscene?

Not in Europe.

Well, we're not in Europe.

That's up to each of us to decide.

What does that mean?

All things are nothing but phenomena in the mind.

It's a fact. We're not in Europe.

There are national borders.

This sexy stuff does not go over here.

What about Alphus the Palpus?

I'm talking about Literature, Suzie. Grow up.

I don't wanna grow up, you valedictorian.

I read a few pages of D.H. Lawrence once

and almost tossed my cookies.

Did the end of the Chatterley ban not reach your...

Could I borrow one of your Parisian sweaters, Louise?

Can we please talk about Jean?

There's a draft. I'm not making it up.

I certainly see your dilemma.

If Jean gets in trouble,

her collegiate future could be in jeopardy.

You don't wanna make a big stink over nothing.

But if she is in danger,

biting your tongue could be biting hers.

I've gone through many stories in my mind.

Maybe she just got on a train, prettied up her face

and went to the city for fun.

I know Jean.

You all know her better.

Do you really think she is traveling incognito

through the night, made up like a madam?

Especially if she's surreptitiously

with Hobey Delmore, as you say.

Why would she go to the city?

He is here so the party is here for her.

She went to see Toys in the Attic once

but she left a note.

How did she like the play?

She says Maureen Stapleton and Jason Robards were swell.

I think she would've left one of us a note.

Or got in a phone booth.

Even when Jean's lost. She's not absent-minded.

I'm not psychic,

nor do I consider myself

like some other's here, kind of a girl gumshoe.

But if I had to say something, which apparently I do,

I suspect something's not right.

All right, then.

Who is she calling?

Vivien? Yes, hello. It's Louise.

- Who the hell is Vivien? - Shh.

I'm sorry to be calling so late,

but there is a student who is lost,

and I believe you might be able to help.

Yes, Vivien, that's right.

Vivien Waldorf? The Headmaster's wife?

No way, silly.

We could meet you at the Manor in ten minutes, yes.

Rocky.

You were right, you little squirrel.

- I know. - It is the headmaster's wife.

Is your husband there?

Because it's important that this is between us. For now at least.

But you don't know when he will be getting back?

It varies? I see...

Yes.

Would you?

That would be ideal.

Thank you so much, Vivien.

Was that Headmaster Waldorf's wife by any chance?

She's a friend of mine.

She's gonna quietly get her Royce Rolls out of the garage

and pick us up outside the library.

Hasten on, ye shepherds. Put your shoesies on.

We're to wait behind the paper birch trees.

Isn't Mrs. Waldorf insane?

That's an incredibly dull

and dismissive way of seeing someone.

This all seems very bizarre, all of a sudden.

I'm uncomfortable.

You have these salacious literature all over the place

and we're going to a lunatic lady...

Lenore!

Welcome to the world.

Come on.

I don't like the way this mirror makes me look.

Didn't we agree to banish this mirror forever?

Mirror, mirror.

Where on earth are you going, Petunia?

Just out for some air.

I couldn't sleep.

Some air? There's no air out there.

Just a wad of sleet.

Well, I'm not going very far. I only wanted Chesterfield.

What did you say?

I said I'm not going very far.

Why don't we put on some Wagner

and turn this room into a dance floor.

Are you of the mood to dance?

Your eyebrows are freshly painted.

It's lovely. Always so fetching.

I can't dance to Wagner and you're drunk.

You're like a bull in a China shop. Stop. Please.

Fine, then we won't dance. Sorry.

I don't mean to be irksome but have you taken your pills?

- Dr. Fancher says... - Yes.

...if you don't take them every day...

Oh, the good old Dr. Fancher.

"The bringer of dawn." I took them.

Please, now.

Will you get out of my way, Ralph?

I like it when you call me "Ralph."

Your letters way back when...

Your telegrams.

Ralph this, Ralph that.

Maybe you can tell me how to be special to you.

Lord knows I will follow your instructions to a tee.

It doesn't figure does it?

I can feel that more than half the cells of my body are dead.

But still I'm looking for that kiss.

Heavy on the Vics, E.W. Noyes.

When was the last time you saw Hobey?

Today. At the game.

I had the flu and he was...

We were studying.

You don't have to keep covering for him.

We're trying to find these two.

No, really, we were studying.

About all the animals that hibernate. It's not just bears.

Box turtles go right into their shell.

They slow their heart rate down to one beat per ten minutes

and they stop breathing.

They take oxygen into their skin.

Snails hibernate too.

And fireflies, but underground, they burrow.

But we were only studying because Jean never showed.

Well, Hobey ran into the woods to look for Jean

so your inclination was right about that, E.W.

You know my name?

- Excuse me? - Nothing. No, um...

Yes, my inclination was that he was in the woods.

Yes, that was my inclination.

How many times are we gonna say "inclination"? Jeez.

Mrs. Waldorf, may I ask where are we going?

Oh, you're a polite young man, aren't you?

Yes, of course you may ask.

We are going to a cocktail lounge called The Mercy.

That's very funny, Mrs. Waldorf, but, uh,

really, where are we going?

Now, I've learned very quickly, with Mrs. Waldorf,

when you think she's kidding, you realize she's not.

I can hear you, you know.

Oh, I know.

But we are not of age, Mrs. Waldorf.

Well, you will stay outside

while Ms. Roethke and I go inside.

Don't worry.

We'll figure out something to tell your dorm heads.

Who's at this cocktail lounge of yours?

A policeman friend.

What's his name?

Buster Heath.

The black one in the papers?

Oh, boy! This lady. I swear.

Lenore, that's probably enough out of you.

It's okay. I like Lenore's sass.

Sorry, what's your name again?

Her name is Paula.

Oh, thank you, boy.

To answer your question, Paula...

Yes, the black one in the papers.

Things aren't exactly looking up for him, are they?

There's a veil of shit.

A laundry pile of crap

that we must all waft through for ourselves.

And she cusses too, ladies and gents.

Well, I thought of you

because you're the only honest policeman I know.

And you have that Labrador, Shirley...

Shirley Temple, yeah.

But there ain't a goddamn thing, pardon my French,

that Shirley and I can do.

We're mothballed. I'm a permanently off-duty cop.

How do you know about Shirley Temple at your age?

My mom made me learn the dance routine

from Captain January "At the Codfish Ball."

My mom would be Shirley Temple, I'd be Buddy Ebsen.

Shirley Temple was always too much of a totsy for my taste.

It's a joke.

I have a big Labrador I named her Shirley Temple. It's a gag.

Tough crowd.

We believe the student is lost in the woods

and her boyfriend is looking for her too.

Listen. I have been framed by the entire force,

and I doubt that I can disprove it in court.

You see, now I tend to take things lying down.

You can say that I'm exhibiting my lamb nature.

Tell me does it suit me?

No. Self-pity is rarely flattering.

You should've seen me in my prime.

I don't believe in buttering up.

Well, then you must be into pain.

Who's into pain?

Our friend here.

She likes it raw.

I was into pain once.

Then I developed a stutter.

You ever go to that bar Rusty's?

What do you know about Rusty's?

Well, one time we almost raided it.

Then Rusty paid off the police chief,

I scouted it some.

The normal entrance to the bar is on Walnut,

but you go around near the Clint Street side,

through the side door, up the steps...

And you're at my lucky spot.

Well, is it ever not lucky?

You bet. And when it's not lucky, it's lonesome.

I had a cousin.

Chops all her hair off so she looks like a man.

She doesn't own a single black bra

or have a powder, or use a rabbit's foot.

She goes around natural, as she calls it,

in Levi's and a rough blouse.

I tried to tell her curiosity killed the cat.

Satisfaction brought it back.

Safe and sound from head to ground,

from head to ground it was safe and sound.

The missing girl, Jean,

she's very discerning like yourself.

I'm sure she's just gangbusters.

You know they call this place the Mercy Lounge,

but like most things in this life,

it is a grave mis-advertisement.

Go back to your imported bubbly, Mrs. Waldorf.

Otherwise, people may see you here and spin grimy lies.

I thank you for getting me out of jail,

but forgive me if I don't wanna spend

my last few days as a free man

looking for a lost girl in the cold.

You disappoint me, Mr. Heath.

Well, I disappoint a lot of people.

I'm a fly-in-the-ointment type.

The guys in the force are disappointed

that I haven't crashed my truck into a colder wall.

"There are 8 million stories in the naked city

and this has been one of them."

You wanna claim that the world is a mis-advertisement.

That TV dinners are filled with gravy instead of meat.

That Listerine can't really reduce the likelihood

of catching a cold.

That Lucky Strikes don't soothe the throat.

They egg us on.

The old bait and switch, I know.

But there is a girl out there in the woods right now.

She may be dead, she may be alive...

but she's real.

She's real.

And that is why I paid your bail.

Because you were real.

In a world where most people and most things are snowing us.

You overestimate me, madam.

I'm no Indian tracker. My hair is short.

I do not overestimate you.

Foxy chicks in there?

Suzie, you dipstick.

What? Sue and Joan? They ain't too bad.

Neither are you, Mac, you don't look like a cop.

You ladies have anything that belongs to Jean?

Yes. Yes. Yes.

This is her scarf.

It looks agreeable on you...

Uh, the scarf.

The perfume on this scarf hers or yours?

Uh, it's Jean's.

Boutique Chantelle Paris.

She bought it... She bought it from Macy's.

She always wears this much?

She definitely overdoes it.

Then I guess we're looking for the smell of Paris in the woods.

You don't have to give me a courtesy laugh.

I know it wasn't funny.

You're right.

Sidney Poitier is not funny either,

so I wouldn't worry about it.

I'll try not to.

He made eyes at me.

Dreamy eyes.

Dream on. He was afraid because you were drooling.

That's a gas.

So where are we booking to now, Viv?

We go back to campus where Ms. Roethke and I

explain to your dorm heads that you were out late

interviewing me for the newspaper.

What about Jean and Hobey?

They're gonna ask.

I'll tell them that Jean is still working at the paper.

That she could be there all night because of the deadline.

And I'll tell my dorm head that Hobey had a wedding.

He forgot to sign out.

His older brother's the bridegroom, I'll say.

It will go over. Hobey has a big family.

He's always packing up his Gladstones.

It may seem inappropriate to ask

at a time like this, Mrs. Waldorf.

But since I have you here...

you were in Red Damon's class weren't you?

Yes. Tragic.

Um, Gabe Lehane is on pace to beat Red's record.

I'm writing a piece about Red,

but, unfortunately, there's barely any scoop handy.

Did you know him?

We conversed on a couple of occasions.

It was always jam packed around him

and he was very soft-spoken.

Well, one didn't go to school with Red Damon

so much as witness him.

There was plenty of hoopla.

Right. And that's the queer thing, ma'am,

is that the hoopla has somehow been expunged.

Yes, of course.

What happened with him and how he died.

Can... can you maybe tell me something about Red

that could add to the piece?

He worked for the school

in order to help his family pay for the mortgage.

I remember that.

The dichotomy of him being a champion

and then seeing him on weekends in an apron

with a push mop on the floor.

That's all I recall about Red Damon.

And then the undertaker took him.

All right.

I don't like the smell but...

you women have your own ideas about things.

Hey, Shirley. Slack off, will you?

Shirley!

You shouldn't look at that too long, you know?

They get you dreaming that you can take on

this whole grim landscape by yourself.

Ain't that exactly what you're doing out here

all solo in the woods?

Opposite.

Hiding out from my wife. She terrifies me.

And my brain feels like a baked potato in here.

I need a candy stripper or some scotch, or something.

Heater's broke, you noticed?

All right. Look, I...

I don't want to put you through the ringer so spill it.

I told you all I know.

This rural hooligan comes up behind me...

Boom! I was out cold.

I never saw him.

Sir, I'm a cop.

You mentioned that.

But you're colored, and you haven't produced a badge,

and I find those two facts to be a touch dubious.

Your pup is gnawing at my gabardines, do you mind?

Look, two kids from the prep school went absent.

This will be the first of many inquiries

should the situation turn sour.

But right now it's only kind of dire.

And you talk to me, it's just casual talk.

More formal terms like, tampering,

like withholding evidence they don't come up

in casual conversations such as this.

They don't come up because you... you ain't a cop.

Cops are like...

You know, they act, like, all crazy.

They make big gestures,

and they're spitting tobacco all over the place,

you know, everywhere, except the spittoon.

You know my brother, my brother-in-law is a cop,

and he's an asshole.

You don't point that gun with much conviction.

Have you ever shot a guy?

Yeah, that's the problem.

Each time it chips away at my servitude.

Lot of death.

Lot of death lately. I... I can't even...

I can't even bring myself to open the paper.

Hardest... hardest one to hit me was, uh...

Patsy. The Patsy death.

Oh, yeah. My girlfriend liked her too. She had that song...

No, I'm... I'm talking about the "Patsy" Lee Harvey Oswald.

Real easy to criticize a man

when he's out of favor.

Make him shoulder the blame for everyone else.

You got me.

I'm not a cop.

I got kicked off the force a couple of days ago,

as a matter of fact.

Me and them boys, I guess you could say, we're incompatible.

They will be coming for you.

Those cops like your brother-in-law.

Oh, you'll be in such demand.

Them come slopped and mean,

with club sandwiches hanging out of their faces and...

they'll make sure that your head hurts a lot worse

than it does right now.

They're lazy, aren't they?

I mean, they'd rather... they'd rather railroad a tramp

than solve a homicide.

My wife, she's always talking about,

like, what a great man her brother is.

Great.

You know, this guy, you should see what he does.

He beats people. He beats them.

He... He's like... He's, uh... He's just...

- Just horrible. - Look, which way did the boy go?

You're that... You're the fall guy.

You're the Heath fella who's been in the paper.

They... they set you up, man. They set you up good.

Oh, they bathed you...

They bathed you in their bullshit.

Made you the perfect pawn.

How about that?

The quarterback, he took my rifle.

He went that way. He went like...

The direction he was going in was like clear for the pond.

He's got my rifle.

He's got my rifle, he's got my Jim Bowie knife...

Uh...

Yeah.

He went that way.

He went that way.

There is a witch in these woods.

Why hasn't she bewitched you?

'Cause it ain't a she. It's an "it."

It's an apparition.

Beyond one's sex or another.

I don't ask any questions, I just...

Knock wood, eat sliced ham,

when I'm feeling lucky, I go out walking after midnight

but not too late. You understand?

I'm definitely not feeling lucky.

But when you're destined for jail,

why wait for someone to butter your toast.

See you.

Shirley, come on.

♪ Try the impossible ♪

♪ Try to understand the way I feel about you ♪

♪ Try the incredible ♪

♪ For in trying All of my dreams ♪

♪ Might come true ♪

♪ Try to understand ♪

♪ You're everything I ever hoped for ♪

♪ And if you try ♪

♪ To make it survive ♪

♪ Take my heart ♪

♪ It will be yours ♪

♪ I really mean it ♪

♪ When I tell you I'll be at your beck and call ♪

♪ Tell me you want me ♪

♪ And our love Will conquer all ♪

♪ The need for you ♪

♪ Just to be with you ♪

♪ Is the reason why ♪

♪ I plead to you ♪

♪ Make the impossible ♪

♪ The incredible ♪

♪ And all of my dreams Come true ♪

♪ I really mean it... ♪

Now, here's Edie with the Hi-Lo's.

♪ Join the crowd Who's smoking mild ♪

♪ With Muriel cigars ♪

♪ Extra mild tobacco Makes extra mild cigars ♪

♪ The taste Of something special ♪

♪ They're so pleasant And so light ♪

Commissioner Milo, tell them it's the Bull.

♪ You'll find more smoking Pleasure now in Muriel cigars ♪

♪ The thoughtful Modern smoker... ♪

Yes, Go Wildcats.

Johnny ol' boy, I have an emergency.

She's gone missing.

♪ And a taste that is sublime ♪

Okay, good.

...smoke it sometime.

Try Muriel Coronella's Muriel air-tips.

The lightest, politest, small cigars ever.

Did you ever wanna fit in more...

with us, middle-of-the-roaders?

I sure did. Once.

But it became too exhausting.

Your students really respond to you.

They see you as a scholarly mutineer or some such.

But it's easy pickings.

Teenagers loved to be shanghaied.

They study Math, History,

then they come into your classroom,

and you tell them, it's all gobbledygook.

Bang. Instant hero.

Preaching misanthropy to adolescents

is like shooting fish in a barrel.

But maybe what some literature is for

is to say one and one doesn't equal two.

Poetry can dissolve the narrative

that says I am here and you are over there.

It allows us to see ourselves like fingers, like...

You don't believe our history books?

Some of them I do.

For instance, the history of Jesus Christ?

He was the outcast. The scapegoat.

The black sheep.

The troublemaker who created a stir long ago

in some of societies' more refined...

Most outsiders are not saints or prophets.

They're usually outside for very good reasons.

You like to live up to the edge of your charm.

But there's a remoteness.

Probably some truth to that.

I have a pile of papers to grade.

You won't grade any papers again anywhere ever

if you don't cooperate.

Do you think of yourself as a good person?

No.

So you think you're a bad person?

No.

What did you have at the Mercy?

Tonic on the rocks?

An orange juice?

I can tell you if you don't remember.

What did my wife want with Buster Heath?

Ready?

Wanna try again?

What did my wife want with Mr. Heath?

What any lonely woman wants at a nightclub,

a decent proposition.

I hope you're enjoying yourself.

You'll be crying soon.

While you're about it, don't cry for me.

Your wife was worried about Mr. Heath.

His state of mind before the trial.

She didn't wanna travel to his seedy place all alone,

so I went with her.

Is that so confounding?

What's confounding is Mr. Heath is missing,

my wife is missing, Jean Fenny is missing,

and Hobey Delmore is also missing.

Maybe your wife and Mr. Heath

are at a colonial-style motel together

going over the Gettysburg Address.

I have no idea.

As for Jean and Hobey, he's quite the Casanova.

They've all been gone about the length of an elevator ride.

Go easy on your contraband. Have some patience.

You seem to forget, there are not only political checklists

and errands in the night.

There are also lovers.

My pal, Commissioner Milo,

is arriving at your cottage right about now.

He's not your pal.

The front door will probably be wounded.

It's extremely dangerous for women and children

to be running around these parts.

There's a man in the woods.

Surely you've heard?

- A monster... - I've heard, yes.

I have never seen and there's no proof.

Why would anyone make him up?

Anytime things don't go the way they're supposed to,

or we're humiliated

or we see our reflection and don't like it...

There's a man in the woods. He did it.

And the most important thing is, keep him in the woods.

Keep him away in the dark.

Why is that?

If we saw him, looked him in the eye.

He might not be simply a monster,

he might be somewhat human.

Then our neat little story unravels

and we have to deal with ourselves.

And who wants to endure that drudgery?

What did my wife say about me to you?

She said enough.

And you believed that very old woman?

A woman I've been taking care of my whole life?

Spare me.

I don't think I will.

Go back to your goods and chattels.

You'll have time to catch the last train out.

Very well then.

You realize, Ms. Roethke,

by keeping information from the higher authorities

you've put many lives in danger.

The only thing I've learned in my time as a teacher

is that higher authorities

are the greatest danger of them all...

sir.

You do have a history of mental illness, don't you, Vivien?

No.

No?

Well...

I suppose it depends on who you ask.

I asked Dr. Fancher

and the folks at the local institution

to which you've been assigned twice.

By my husband. Assigned by my husband.

With corroboration from Dr. Fancher.

You were having crack-ups.

Dr. Fancher has not studied psychology.

He's an anesthesiologist.

He's a quack hired by my husband.

Fancher is one of the most respected...

I suffer from depression

and, uh, I don't like to be in crowds, that's about it.

But if they trump it up, they'll say I'm a psychopath,

and they can do anything to me and it's not abuse, right?

You say depression. They say crazy.

Tomato, tomato.

You do see yourself as a victim though.

Of my karma, yes. Of which I am the perpetrator.

It's a sin to take someone's dedication for granted.

Shoot, if I went fruit loops,

my wife would drop me like a hot brick.

Now, uh...

I'm gonna ask you one more time about last night.

I like to think that your silence is you considering

the ins and outs of the evening.

My silence is me trying...

trying very desperately not to fucking scream.

They call that a medicine bundle.

It's supposed to have spiritual powers.

What a fucking whack job.

We'll find him.

Maybe we will, maybe we won't.

The press will be all over this soon.

We'll find someone.

Exactly.

You know, I, uh, might stop by your store one day.

I picked up one of those Ted Williams,

you know, fly fishing reels.

But I still haven't managed

to reel in anything of significance.

Well.. Okay.

- You looked into the water. - Oh.

You saw your own reflection,

you still weren't Ted Williams.

You still couldn't cast 95 feet.

I'll... I'll level with you.

In that scenario...

Teddy Ballgame is the bait.

Roebuck is the fisherman.

You are the bone fish.

Maybe... Maybe so. Maybe so.

My men tell me you've been most obstructive

to their investigating.

Now they're just trying to do their jobs. Why be a prick?

I don't understand. Aren't we all on the same team?

We're all on the same team.

But if there's no dissent...

Then we're like a zombie squad, you know.

We become like a mob.

- What race are you, sir? - Huh?

- What race are you? - Italian.

Nah.

Nah. I'm Italian.

You're... you're something else.

Something else.

You know, I got some Iroquois,

some Cuban blood.

I was... You know, I was told not to advertise that.

Thought it was bad, bad for the shop, you know?

Must be hard living a lie.

It's a white lie.

And it is at that.

Say something germane, please. It would behoove you.

How can I leak what I don't contain?

Where did you get that bump on your head?

I was listening to that song.

- "Red Rooster." - Oh, yeah.

And, uh, you know, I began to tripping the light fantastic.

I forgot how klutzy I was, and I slipped, and I slipped,

and I, you know... Bam! You know, I...

"Red Rooster" always... It always gets me, that one.

I always end up injured. I...

You know, I...

I don't see a radio in here.

Even if I did, it would just be all static out here.

Oh, I meant... I meant when it came on in my mind.

Hmm...

You know you can go to jail for lying to us.

I want you to think hard on that.

You can go to jail for wearing the wrong pantaloons,

but if you could, would you please just put me in the clink

where my wife can't visit me.

Hey, pro. This is Rudy.

Rudy?

Yeah, we... we promised a sandwich.

Oh.

Well, uh, I was just leaving anyway.

Great to meet you, Commissioner. I love the police.

Well, we do our best.

Yeah, sure. But you do your best

with such a consistency.

You know, it's only consistency and effort by you,

and of course, the military.

That's the only consistency that's stopping commies

from taking over this great sovereign nation of ours.

Why did you have to bring me to this for, huh?

Oh, no. Don't worry. You're not in this.

Well, say what they want you to say.

It's not worth it.

We've talked about this a million times.

If you don't agree with them, they are too dumb to debate.

All resolved.

They'll just bounce you to a leper colony.

Rudy.

Can you tell me now your theory on why the sub Swiss mingles

so well with mayo?

Your wife is gonna find out

about this whole deal and call me.

You tell her... You tell my wife...

That Barney Bacon that they will have...

Of course I think that LBJ is up to the task.

He's just what we needed.

A real life Bronco Buckaroo.

You should've been a chef, Rudy.

You should go, Ralph.

Don't do this to yourself.

♪ Meeting in smoky places ♪

♪ Hiding in shadowy corners ♪

You're gonna get me fired. I told you stop coming by here.

No, it's a new razor.

I've been shaving religiously,

and my face is like the ass of a baby Jesus now.

Come on, I have a newfound sensitivity.

Isn't it obvious?

Boy, you really know how to romance a girl.

I mean, you really take the goddamn cake.

Oh, what? I suppose he's got all the right words?

There's something out there.

No, there's not.

Whenever it gets late and the wind starts up,

you start in on the ghost stories.

Well, I'm a nervous person which is not my fault.

You've met my mother.

It's hard not to considering that you live with her.

Oh, really?

And what's the implication there?

Put it together.

Consult the encyclopedia, it's in the section A to Z.

Just...

I'm pretty sure there's something.

Get away from there.

Get... No.

Don't touch it.

Dr. Fancher?

Is he expecting you?

He better be. I'm getting my cast off.

Doc better be prepped and the whole works.

Down the hall on your right.

Um...

Say, is it true about last night?

Is what true?

About Jean Fenny, Hobey Delmore, and that dirty cop and his dog

getting dropped off here last night,

naked and half alive.

I mean everyone's been talking about it.

Well, dogs are always naked.

As for the rest of them, that's none of your business.

Well, they're my two best friends.

- Are they at least alive? - They're upstairs.

No, you don't give them that information.

Excuse you.

What's your name? I'm gonna get you fired.

What? You can't read, preppy? It's right here on my name tag.

Yeah. Ah, Bone. Bo... Boney?

Bonnie Earl.

Oh, right. Bonnie.

Ugly name for an ugly dame.

Have a good day, Bonnie.

Ida, you do not tell that boy where our patients are.

He said he was their best friend.

A boy like him doesn't have any friends.

Easy, easy, slugger.

- Where to? Water? - Water.

Yeah, we need you to stay in this room.

You're under investigation for kidnapping two students.

I mean, the numbers running was one thing, Buster, but this?

They're talking about the chair.

I've always liked you, that's... that's why I'm being frank.

The man in the woods.

No, no. We, uh, we didn't find any fairy tales.

We did find your truck though.

Doesn't look good, buddy.

If you thought you were persona non grata before...

I shot myself with an arrow and I dropped myself off here?

Yeah.

We figured an accomplice.

There's someone in the woods.

So this someone drilled you with an arrow

and then saved your life?

Yeah.

Get back, I... I have to close this.

Where's Shirley?

She woke up with froth all over her mouth.

The vet said it might be rabies.

We couldn't take any chances.

Ms. Roethke said to give this to you.

Wait, wait, um...

Do me a favor?

Come here, quick.

Can you take that razor

and use it to scrape off the Wite-Out here?

But you have to be very gentle

because we can't ruin what's underneath it okay?

See what I've been doing? I'm almost there.

My name is Louise Roethke.

December 4th, 1963.

I'm sitting here with Vivien Waldorf.

I'm gonna ask Vivien some questions about Red Damon.

First off, his name was not Red.

Only people who didn't like him called him that

and not to his face.

His birth name was Cha Oha.

Outside of the family, he went by Jim.

Jimmy to his friends.

You were his friend?

We were madly in love.

We kept it a secret.

Although it was easier for Jimmy

because he was always so hard to read anyway.

He would sit up all night and have trance visions.

He described it as

going into the world between existence and nonexistence.

He said that everything that we see

is like a shadow from the spirit world.

And if you hear a bird

and you know that's in your chest...

then you're awake.

We hold intellectual ability in such high esteem here.

But there is another aspect to consciousness

which is not linear or sequential.

Does not rely on intellect but on intuition.

That's where Jimmy lived.

Was it really a drunk-driving incident?

He never touched alcohol.

He was not driving the car.

I was driving.

We picked up a hobo hitchhiker Jimmy insisted.

It was icy that day, and, um...

I skidded.

Hit a school bus.

When I came to, I saw that the hitchhiker,

his body had been launched out the backseat

and his head was cut off.

Jimmy pulled me out of the car.

His teeth were gone.

They were smashed right out.

He went back into the school bus

which had also partially exploded.

And he brought out the kids, the ones that weren't dead.

He carried them in his jacket.

His face was on... fire.

I woke up in the hospital the next day

and the newspapers all said that Jimmy had been driving the car.

It was taken as gospel.

This number that's coming out

from underneath the Wite-Out makes no sense.

What's the number?

Here, here.

The number that sit on top of the Wite-Out was 9,636.

Right. The number Gabe Lehane was gunning for.

Yeah, but this number under the Wite-Out says 15,496.

I'm going to the press with this, with all of this,

with the interview, the stats, everything.

Gabe?

I didn't know you knew Jean.

I don't, not really.

Um, I'm here getting my cast off.

I came to see you but I saw her head.

It looked kind of tilted so I...

I thought you were dead?

Me and the fellas, we were pretty worried.

The fellas?

You guys have been giving me the silent treatment

for a long time now.

I begged you to stop ignoring me.

What choice did we have?

You betrayed us to get high.

I mean, you were selfish. You were always selfish.

You never put the team first.

This season, we're so damn good that we don't really need you,

but last season we could've really used you.

Well, I'm gonna sit next to Jean for a minute.

Yeah, you sit with Jean.

Sit with Jean, smug bastard.

You know...

I'm gonna break Red Damon's record.

You wouldn't know about that.

Making a mark? A legacy.

Becoming a legend?

Yeah, it's real for me now.

Yeah, I noticed.

You had the hunger. What happened?

I don't know. I...

When you're marching down the field and...

...trying to get more, and more, and more, you know?

More of what?

It doesn't really matter what. It's just more.

♪ Oh, oh how I cried On your wedding day ♪

♪ Like, like my heart Would break ♪

♪ Oh, how you regret Your wedding day ♪

♪ Now paying For your bad mistake ♪

Hey, what are you kids doing here?

- We're her friends. - We're sticking around.

Very heartwarming.

You know that window shouldn't be open.

Shut the nip out will you, friends?

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