Original subtitles

(PROJECTOR WHIRRING)

(TINKLING)

(INSECTS CHIRPING) (CLOCK TICKING)

(EERIE MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(CLOCK TICKING) (INSECTS CHIRPING)

(GLASS BREAKS)

(GASPS)

(SQUEAKING IN DISTANCE)

Richard. Richard.

- Yeah?

- I think I heard something.

(CREAKING IN DISTANCE)

(SOFT TAP)

(RUSTLING)

(GASPS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

- (BREATHING HEAVILY)

(WHISPERS) Stay here.

(CLOCK TICKING)

- (SNORING SOFTLY)

(FLOORBOARD CREAKS)

(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)

(CLOCK TICKING)

(LIGHT CLICKING)

(FLOORBOARD CREAKS)

(GUN COCKS)

(CLOCK CHIMING)

(GUNSHOT)

- (EXHALES SHARPLY)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

- Richard? - God...

Ah! (GASPS)

- Damn it.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GROANING)

(GUN THUDS)

- (GASPING)

(GROANS)

- (BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

- How you feeling, son?

(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

Peachy, aside from almost shitting myself.

Yeah, must have been a scary thing

for a man like you.

A civilian, I mean.

His name was, uh, Freddy Russel.

- You know him?

I know shit when I step in it.

I'm gonna have to ask you to come down to the station,

make out a formal statement, okay?

(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

- (EXHALES SHARPLY)

(CAR DOORS THUDDING)

(FOREBODING MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(TYPEWRITER KEYS CLACKING)

- Okay-

- Now what?

- It'll go to the grand jury.

They'll look over your statement,

your wife's, mine, and they'll nobill you.

- What about the courts?

- It'll never get that far.

It was self-defense.

- He was unarmed.

- Well, you didn't know that.

It's called "fear of life."

Uh, legally,

he might as well have been pointing a gun at you.

Look...

He's a wanted felon.

You're an upstanding citizen without a record.

Sometimes the good guy wins.

- Hmm.

We're gonna have to keep that awhile, okay?

- Belonged to my dad.

- He was a good man.

He'd have been proud.

- (EXHALES SHARPLY)

Of what? My finger slipped.

(DOOR CREAKING)

(DOOR THUDS)

(GRUNTS)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(SIGHS)

- You Okay?

- Uh-uh.

♪ As I prepare ♪

♪ To lay down ♪

♪ Here alone, dear ♪

♪ I can't help ♪

♪ But to keep wishing ♪

♪ That you were here ♪

(JAZZY MUSIC)

♪ I done you wrong ♪

♪ But now you are gone ♪

♪ What can I do now'? ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ Don't make me live ♪

♪ The rest of my life ♪

♪ Forgetting you now ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ It's too bad ♪

♪ I didn't realize ♪

♪ Until you were gone ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ Just what it meant ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ To have a love like you ♪

♪ For my own ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ But now that you've gone ♪

♪ I know I can't go on ♪

♪ Living here without you now ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ Don't make me live ♪

♪ The rest of my life ♪

(SIGHS)

♪ Forgetting you now ♪

♪ Oh, now ♪

Come on, bud. Let's go back to bed.

(♪♪♪)

(GRUNTS)

♪ It will be so hard, I know ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ But listen, baby ♪

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

- Jordan, son, stop jiggling.

Now, you can't take that to school with you.

- Why? - Just because.

- Because why?

Because I'm your father and I said so.

- Bang! - Hey.

- You dead!

(TOY GUN CLATTERS)

- Don't you say that to me.

I don't want to snap at you, son,

but I don't like that game.

Come on. Let's go.

(HORN HONKS)

(BICYCLE BELL RINGS)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(DOOR CREAKS, BELL TINKLES)

- Dane's Frames.

For you, Mr. Dane.

Morning.

- Morning.

Hello?

- It's me.

- Just a minute.

Richard...

it's all over the school.

The students keep asking me about it.

(SIGHS)

Shit.

Maybe you should go home.

- I can't.

(BELL RINGS)

I have to talk with the police later.

- What the hell for?

Uh... I don't know.

They-they want a statement from me.

(SIGHS)

- How are you feeling?

- Fine.

I'll see you later tonight', okay?

(LINE CLICKS AND BUZZES)

(SIGHS)

(DOOR CREAKS AND BELL TINKLES)

- Oh, man.

That air conditioner feels good.

(DOOR THUDS) (BELL TINKLES)

Whew.

I hear you got you one last night.

Back at the paper, they told me.

I couldn't believe it was you at first.

I didn't think you had it in you.

- Hey, take it easy, Jack.

It's not something I'm proud of.

Well, it's nothing to be ashamed of.

Some son of a bitch breaks into my house,

he better be ready to pick his teeth out of his ass.

Shoot, man, if it was me-

- It wasn't you.

It was me.

Now, Jack, if you got mail, leave it.

Otherwise, I'm busy.

(TWANGY MUSIC PLAYING)

(BELL DINGS)

- Here you go, y'all.

Y'all need anything else right now'?

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(DOOR RATTLES)

(CONVERSATIONS STOP)

♪ When that world ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ Has walked on me ♪

- Uh, beer.

- Little early, isn't it?

- Not today.

♪ If there's not ♪

- (EXHALES SHARPLY)

♪ Enough money ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ Well, she smiles ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ That's all right ♪

- Right this way.

(SIGHS)

♪ Tells me that's ♪

♪ What your woman ♪

♪ Is for:

(♪♪♪)

- Howdy, Rich.

How you feeling?

(SIGHS)

(SCOFFS)

Like a bucket of shit.

- Shake it off.

- So what happens now'?

- We bury the son of a bitch.

♪ Only me ♪

- When?

- Tomorrow,

noon, Greenley's Cemetery,

courtesy of the county.

- He got any family?

- He got a daddy

in Huntsville Prison.

He just got paroled.

Shit don't fall far from the tree.

(HAND TAPS)

♪ She tells me that's... ♪

(♪♪♪)

(MACHINE WHIRRING AND GRINDING)

And I can get these installed today?

- Mm.

(LIGHT SCRAPING)

(DOOR THUDS)

- Ted.

- Hey, Rich.

We'll be out of your hair in a little while.

(FOOT SLAMS)

- That couch looks hideous.

- We can take it back.

I thought we agreed on the floral theme.

I made a decision. I'm sorry.

I didn't think it was a big deal.

I thought we made these decisions together.

Can we talk about something besides the couch?

- Okay-

(TELEPHONES RINGING)

Did you see the locksmith bill?

(SIGHS)

(FOOTSTEPS TAPPING)

(SIGHS)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

You've reached the Dane residence.

Please leave your name after the beep.

Thank you, and God bless.

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

(STATIC HISSING)

(LINE CLICKS AND BUZZES)

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

(SIGHS)

(ANSWERING MACHINE WHIRRING)

(ANSWERING MACHINE CLICKS)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(ANSWERING MACHINE CLICKS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(SIGHS)

(MOANS)

(GRUNTS LIGHTLY)

(♪♪♪)

(ENGINE DRONING)

- (BREATHING HEAVILY)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(♪♪♪)

(ZIPPER CLICKING)

- Here, looking for the base.

- (BREATHES DEEPLY)

Called safe by the first base umpire.

Got to try to catch him late-

I guess he ran that all the way.

(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)

One and two...

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Outside...

- (INHALES DEEPLY)

(EXHALES)

(BELL TOLLING)

(GRAVEL SCRAPES)

(TOLLING CONTINUES)

- (SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Amen.

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(KEYS JANGLE)

(SHOVELS SCRAPING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(WINGS FLUTTERING)

(COW MOOS)

(SCRAPING CONTINUES)

So we got to get here at 6:00 in the morning...

I am not getting here at 6:00 in the morning...

Quiet and peaceful, isn't it'?

(CROWS CAWING)

You're. uh.

Dane, right?

Come to watch the shit go in the hole?

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

Very Christian of you.

(SHOVELS SCRAPING)

I'm sure this doesn't make it any better for you,

Mr. Russel, but I'm sorry for what happened.

He didn't give me much choice.

- Yeah.

You're right.

Doesn't make it any better.

Oh, that was a nice picture of your family in the paper.

(SCRAPING CONTINUES)

Your boy-

he looks a whole lot like you, doesn't he?

(LIGHTER CLICKING)

Now, you have a nice day now, you hear?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

- (EXHALES SHARPLY)

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

(♪♪♪)

Yeah, it's Richard. Is she free?

Well-yeah, okay.

Tell her not to worry

but to meet me at the police station.

No, everything's fine.

(CHILDREN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

- Jordan, your dad's here.

(LAUGHTER)

- Come on back. - Jordan.

Hey. Jordan!

Jordan, hey.

Come on. Come on.

Come with me right now.

We're going. Come with me.

We're going. Get in the car.

Come on, son. Son, come on.

Get in the car.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Did he say anything to you at the school?

- No, he just waved.

- He waved? - Yeah.

(SNIFFS)

So what do you want me to do here, Rich?

- I want him arrested.

- For what?

He hasn't done anything.

- He threatened my son.

He said your boy looks like you.

It's not a threat.

He showed up at Jordan's school.

In broad daylight, in front of witnesses,

and did nothing.

- He wants my son.

I know it. I want protection.

- That's not gonna happen,

not without a legal reason.

- (SCOFFS)

I'll tell you what I'll do, Rich.

Unofficially, I'll have a car stop by your house

every couple hours over the next few days,

give you a little peace of mind.

He's probably just trying to scare you.

Don't let him.

- What were you thinking?

Richard.

Why even go there?

- It was a mistake, okay?

I fucked up.

(FORK CLANKS)

- I don't like that word,

not in front of Jordan.

What are we supposed to do now'?

(SIGHS)

Maybe you and Jordan should stay at your mom's

for a while until this blows over.

- What if he follows us there?

I don't want to put her in danger too.

What about your dad's cabin?

- No, it's too isolated.

Besides, that's the last place I want to be.

- I want a igloo colada.

Son, don't talk when other people are talking.

It's not polite.

Eat your dinner.

I say we stay home,

take Jordan out of school for a little while,

let the cops handle it.

We wait him out.

We already got bars on the windows and-

- But I don't want- - Damn it, Jordan!

(CUP CLATTERS)

(CUP CLATTERS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(TWANGY MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ I'll be here ♪

(SINGING INDISTINCTLY)

(♪♪♪)

(KEYS JANGLE)

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(CAR DOOR THUDS)

Get back in the car.

- What?

- The lock's busted.

- Oh, my God.

Go to the Fergusons' and call the police.

Ask for Price.

- What are you doing?

Aren't you coming with us?

- Richard, get in the car. - Ann, get, now.

- Come with us.

- I said go.

- Richard, don't be stupid. - Go, Ann.

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(DOOR RATTLES)

(DOOR CREAKS AND CLICKS)

(METAL CREAKING)

(METAL CREAKS)

(CREAKING CONTINUES)

(METAL CREAKING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(METAL CLINKS)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

- Whoever it was

knows his way around alarm systems.

- We know who it was.

- Excuse me, Detective.

That goes for everybody.

(SIGHS)

- I was wrong.

I thought he'd move on,

but at least we have a reasonable suspicion now.

That means I can give you official protection.

Now, all you got to do is be normal-

go to work, take Jordan to school,

be seen.

And everywhere you go,

I'll have someone watching.

So when he makes his move,

we make our move.

- So we're the bait.

For want of a better word, yeah.

- What do you say, Ann?

Let's nail that son of a bitch.

(THUNDER CRASHES)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

I got men hiding out in the woods.

He sees me drive away,

he's gonna think you're here all alone.

This is Kevin.

He's a good man, ex-Special Forces.

- Anyone see you come in here? - Piece of cake.

Kevin's gonna stay here with you.

- For how long?

- As long as it takes.

- What do we do?

You go to bed. Get some sleep.

You're gonna need it.

(SIGHS)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(LOCKS CLICKING)

(RAIN PATTERING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(THUNDER CRASHING)

(WHISPERS) I like him when he's sleeping.

(WHISPERS) Yeah.

He's sweet.

(SIGHS)

(THUNDER CRASHING)

(RAIN PATTERING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(SIGHS)

(RAIN RUSHING)

- God damn...

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(SIGHS)

(THUNDER CRASHES)

(THUNDER CRASHES)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

- (WHISTLES)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(PLATE CLINKS)

(MICROWAVE BEEPS)

(MICROWAVE HUMMING)

(THUNDER CRASHES)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(MICROWAVE BEEPS)

(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

(STATIC CRACKLES)

- It's one of the neighbors

looking for his dog, oven.

(STATIC CRACKLES)

- Any word?

- Nothing so far.

- Lieutenant, come in.

- Yeah. Price here.

Lieutenant, we just found his car

about 1/4 mile south of you.

- Any sign of him?

- No.

Well, fan out and see if you can flush his ass.

(SIGHS)

(WATER PLOPPING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(EXHALES)

(SIGHS)

(THUNDER CRASHES)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(WATER PLOPPING)

(♪♪♪)

Kevin?

He's in the fucking house!

- What the hell?

- He's in the goddamn house!

(POUNDS) - Jordan!

- Move! Go! Go!

Haul your ass!

- Price!

- Jordan?

Get the door.

- Let them in the door. - Ah!

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

The door's locked. Somebody go around back.

- (GASPING)

(GRUNTS)

- I can't get it open! - Open up, Ann!

(GRUNTING)

(DOOR CRACKS)

- Jordan!

Jordan!

(GRUNTS)

(THUNDER CRASHES)

(GRUNTS) Oh.

He's in the woods. Move. Move.

- Thank God.

Oh!

(GASPING)

- (EXHALES SHARPLY)

- (GROANS)

Tracked him down to the river,

but the rain's making it hard.

- How'd he get in?

(SIGHS)

How'd he get in the house, Ray?

- He never left.

Son of a bitch was in the crawl space

the whole time.

- Jesus Christ.

- We'll get him, Rich.

Don't you worry.

(SIGHS)

- (WHIMPERS)

(SIGHS)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(ALARM CLOCK BEEPING)

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

(FOOTSTEPS TAPPING)

(SIGHS)

(TELEPHONES RINGING)

(SIGHS)

Nuevo Laredo?

Yep, piece of shit went to Mexico.

- Mexico?

Federales picked him up across the border.

We got him, Rich.

Dragging him back to Huntsville as we speak.

His age, he'll never set foot in this county again.

Listen, uh, we just wrapped the paperwork

on the Freddy file.

Why don't you stop down

and we'll close this out for good?

Then you owe me a beer, compaflero, okay?

- okay-

(INHALES SHARPLY)

(GRUNTS)

(UPBEAT ROCK MUSIC)

♪ Hey ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ Looking back... ♪

(SINGING INDISTINCTLY)

(ENGINE SHUTS OFF) (MUSIC STOPS)

(SIGHS)

- That's it.

Sign these last two, and you're on your way.

- All right.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(KNOCKING ON DESK)

What's this?

It says "Freddy Russell."

- so?

So that's not the guy I shot.

Is that some kind of mistake or what?

(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

- That's Freddy Russel.

It's just a bad mug shot, not very recent.

People change, Rich.

- Well, not that much.

You were pretty upset that night, remember?

Yeah, he died right in front of me.

I look at pictures of faces all day.

That is not the guy.

- It's called shock, okay?

Memory gets a little fuzzy.

It happens.

Now, why don't you go home

and let me deal with the police work, huh?

(SIGHS)

Give my regards to Ann, huh?

(DOOR RATTLES)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(TAPPING AND BEEPING)

(LINE RINGING)

Sheriffs offices. Price here.

Hey, Ray.

This is Richard Dane.

- What is it, Rich?

- (SIGHS HEAVILY)

That wanted poster is bugging me.

It's not him, Ray.

We've been through this. It's late. I'm busy.

Give it a rest.

- Well, just hear me out.

- I did, and you're wrong.

Case closed, over. Now get some sleep.

(LINE CLICKS)

(LINE BUZZING)

(SIGHS)

(LINE BEEPING)

(LINE RINGING)

- Sheriff's office.

Yeah, Lieutenant Price, please.

Sorry. He's not here, sir.

Can I take a message?

- (EXHALES SHARPLY)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(KEYS JANGLE)

(ENGINE SHUTS OFF)

(THUDDING)

(PEOPLE GRUNTING)

(CAR BEEPING)

Come on. Bring him down here.

(GRUNTING)

- Move along.

(GRAVEL CRUNCHING)

Let's go. Keep him quiet.

(CAR DOOR THUDS)

That's it.

(FOREBODING MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(GRUNTING)

(BANGING)

(CAR DOORS THUD)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(♪♪♪)

(KEYS JANGLE)

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(♪♪♪)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(SIGHS)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

- Get him out.

(CAR DOORS THUDDING)

(MEN GRUNTING)

(MAN YELLS)

(MEN GRUNTING)

Get down. Get down.

(GRUNTS)

That's good. That's good.

There you go.

- Going down.

(GRUNTING)

- Get down.

(GRUNTING)

- Down. - Get down.

(GRUNTS)

(LIGHT RATTLING AND SCRAPING)

(LIQUID SPLASHING)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(TRAIN HORN BLARING IN DISTANCE)

(TRAIN HORN CONTINUES)

(BELL RINGING)

(TRAIN HORN BLARING)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(GRUNTS)

(TRAIN HORN BLARING)

(TRAIN ROARING)

(TRAIN RATTLING AND CHUGGING)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(GEARSHIFT CLICKS)

(KEYS JINGLING)

(CAR DOOR CLICKS)

(CAR BEEPING)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(BIRD HOOTING)

(SLURPING)

(TRAIN HORN BLARING IN DISTANCE)

(GRUNTS)

(PENSIVE PIANO MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(SNIFFS)

(♪♪♪)

(SCREEN DOOR CREAKS)

(SCREEN DOOR SLAMS)

(DOOR SQUEAKS)

(♪♪♪)

- (EXHALES)

- Whoa.

(GRUNTS)

What happened to your shoes?

- Oh.

I drove out and checked on the cabin yesterday.

Must have stepped in some muck.

I thought you didn't like going there.

- Yeah, I know,

but I figured I got to clean it out sometime.

- And?

(SIGHS)

My father didn't leave much behind.

There you go.

(TRAIN HORN BLARING)

(TRAIN RUMBLING)

(PENSIVE PIANO MUSIC)

(NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE)

(♪♪♪)

(BELL RINGING)

(♪♪♪)

- Richard?

(RINGING S10E99)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(GRAVEL CRUNCHING)

(BIRD TWEETING)

(SCREEN DOOR CREAKS)

(SCREEN DOOR SLAMS)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(RUSTLING)

- I didn't kill your son.

- Fuck you.

Look, I think the cops have been lying to us both

all along.

- Where's my shoe?

(DOOR RATTLES)

The cops are up to something,

right?

Something to do with your son,

with you.

Why do they want you dead?

- How should I know?

Same reason you do.

(SIGHS)

Look.

Something's going on.

They used my family as bait

to find you.

Now, I want to know why.

- Did you take my lighter?

- No.

- Well, where is it?

(SIGHS)

- (GULPING)

(SIGHS)

What's the matter? You scared?

(LAUGHING)

Huh?

(LIGHTER CLICKING)

When's the last time you heard from your son?

Oh, it's been a good long while.

He was about the same age as your boy.

(LIGHTER CLICKING)

(SIGHS)

I could have left you on those train tracks,

but I didn't.

I didn't kill your son.

Who you gonna trust,

the cops that just tried to kill you or me?

- All I know is what I'm told.

(LIGHTER CLICKS AND SNAPS)

And I'm told I got nothing left.

- I didn't kill your son.

- So you say,

(LIGHTER CLICKS AND SNAPS)

- Okay-

You're coming with me.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(FOREBODING MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

- Ah...

- Dig

(SHOVEL SCRAPING)

(♪♪♪)

(BIRD WARBLES)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(♪♪♪)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(SHOVEL THUDS)

(SIGHS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

Do it.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(WOOD CRACKING)

(CROWBAR THUDS)

- Ugh. Jeez. - (CHOKING)

(CHOKS)

That ain't him. That's not Freddy.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

God...

Jesus. Who would do that?

Somebody who didn't want him identified, ever.

(RAIN PATTERING)

Come on. Get out of there.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(JIMMIE GRAY'S MY WORLD PLAYING)

♪ I'll admit ♪

(SIGHS)

♪ I've been tempted ♪

♪ But I'm happy to say ♪

- What do we do now'?

- We?

(SCOFFS)

♪ In my world ♪

- Yeah.

(TWANGY MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ If you look out ♪

♪ Your window ♪

♪ To the bright light below ♪

♪ You can see ♪

- I'll pay you back.

♪ It's a temptatious game ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ I looked out of that window ♪

♪ To the bright lights below ♪

♪ And I don't feel ♪

♪ That I've missed ♪

♪ A thing ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ Why men can be tempted ♪

Hey. Ben.

Russel.

Long time.

♪ For a moment ♪

♪ With the wrong kind of girl ♪

- I need some help.

It's about my son.

♪ I guess I've been lucky ♪

♪ But I'm happy to see ♪

♪ 'Cause there's a whole lot ♪

♪ Of love in my world ♪

(♪♪♪)

(BELL TINKLES)

(DOOR CREAKS)

- Good morning.

- Hey-

- You got a minute?

- Yeah.

What do you need?

I was wrong to hang up on you the other night.

I want to apologize.

- Oh, forget it.

No, you were right.

I was all worked up over nothing.

No, you were concerned, and you were kind of right.

See, Freddy-

he was wanted.

He dyed his hair. He was wearing contact lenses.

That's why you were confused.

- (CHUCKLES)

Well, I'm just glad

his old man's headed back to prison.

(TIRES SCREECH)

- Any day now.

(OMAR AND THE HOWLER♪ DANGEROUS MAN PLAYING)

(ENERGETIC MUSIC)

I'm sure you're doing everything you can.

I appreciate that.

Important thing is, he's not a threat anymore, right?

♪ Jump back, baby ♪

♪ Keep your big mouth shut ♪

♪ Don't say nothing ♪

(BELL TINKLES)

♪ You don't want to start ♪

♪ To make me rant and rave ♪

(BELL TINKLES)

(MUSIC PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)

- Can I help you?

You think you could corral this little filly

in a frame for me?

Kind of a rush job.

It don't have to be too fancy.

(♪♪♪)

You're busy, Rich. I'll catch you.

- All right.

♪ You gonna draw back ♪

♪ Start to scream and cry ♪

(DOOR THUDS) (BELLS TINKLE)

Sounds like old Ben's got himself

in a real shitstorm this time,

and he's dragged you right in there with him.

- Who are you?

- Name's Jim Bob Luke.

Luke Detective Agency,

Houston, Texas.

(LIVELY COUNTRY MUSIC)

♪ I've got the blues ♪

(ENGINE REVVING)

♪ I've got the blues ♪

♪ I ain't got nothing but the blues ♪

This one made it all the way to the Houston paper.

Front page.

Mentions Freddy four times,

just in case you missed it.

This is six weeks ago.

Buried on the back page.

Mentions Freddy once.

So he turned state evidence, then?

- And your boy found himself

on the ass end of a federal case.

Now, we know Freddy ain't no saint,

but if he's messing around with these boys

in the Dixie Mafia, they some bad dudes.

How far do you want to take this, Ben?

- (CHUCKLES)

If he's alive, I want to see him.

- All right.

Well, I got some hunches on that.

I want to feel them out first.

But first thing, we got to relocate.

If Price is as slick as his mustache,

we got to get the old hoes here out of the county.

- What do I do?

For now, just go home, you know, act dumb.

Let me do some legwork,

and when I get Russel settled somewhere,

I'll-I'll give you a call.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV)

Hey, thanks. Thanks.

Over here.

Wanted to buy you a drink, partner,

for bringing Holly back in one piece.

Yeah.

Last time, he blacked her eye.

Someday, someone's gonna settle...

(SIGHS)

- I'd like to do it myself.

(TELEPHONES RING)

At one time, a Singapore Sling

would have been the only answer.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

♪ Let's all go to the lobby ♪

♪ Let's all go to the lobby ♪

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

♪ Let's all go to the lobby ♪

♪ To get ourselves a drink ♪

What? No, no, no, no.

Say that again. You broke up.

I-I can't-

No, I'm- I'm catching every third word.

Say it again.

- Here you go.

♪ Chocolate bars and the candy ♪

♪ So let's all go to the lobby ♪

- All right, thanks.

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTS)

- What'd you find out?

Well, I made a bunch of calls.

I got this gal I used to run with.

She works in the office of the FBI.

It seems Freddy

is assigned to the witness relocation program.

You know what that is?

They give people a new start, new name, new place-

mob informers and shit.

Yeah, you got the picture, framer.

They're the ones that set you up.

So over the last couple years,

your son's been running with the Dixie boys,

doing whatever Mafia types do.

And the shit gets way over Freddy's head,

and the law comes down on him hard.

Soto keep from going to the slammer,

he starts to sing like a little bird

against his old buddies, the Dixie boys.

Now, you don't want to fuck with the Dixie Mafia.

And the feds know that, so they make Freddy a deal.

They'll hide him if he gives them what they need.

- So they faked it.

- It's beautiful.

If the Dixie Mafia believes that Freddy is dead, well...

(CHUCKLES)

What's the use of gunning for a dead guy, right?

Good plan, don't you think?

(CHUCKLES)

- Then who's in that grave?

- Yeah, and where's my son?

- Well, that's a good one.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Oh!

That would be for me.

These things are amazing.

You seen these?

Ah, fuck, you've been in prison forever.

Jim Bob.

You're breaking up. Hold on.

Okay, that's better. Go ahead.

You should really be scared...

(SIGHS) I need another beer.

(GRUNTS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Well, if it ain't Josey Wales.

Hey, kill any banditos lately, cowboy?

Jack, you're drunk. Leave me alone.

- Ah, let me buy you a drink.

And you can tell me about how you-

I don't want your drink, Jack,

and I don't want your company.

Let me tell you something, Mr. Dane-

Ahh! Oh, God!

(GROANS)

- Hurts, doesn't it?

- (GROANING)

Hey. Hey. Let him go.

It's not a good idea.

- (GROANING)

(SIGHS)

You didn't have to do that.

Well, I didn't want to see you damage the fella.

(SNIFFS)

Can we get three beers?

- (CHUCKLES)

- In Washington,

it has been established that persons who have recently died

have been returning to life and committing acts of murder.

Widespread investigation of morgues and funeral homes...

Hess, if you want to see your boy,

we got to move.

You can stay at my place.

- Human victims...

- Y'all are leaving?

This whole operation's being run

out of the Houston office.

That's my hood.

Freddy will be close by.

- Behind locked doors...

- I'm going with you.

That situation has now changed,

and we're able to report a definite...

- I still don't know who I shot.

- Civil defense machinery

has been organized

to provide rescue stations with food, shelter...

I have to tell my wife something.

And protection by armed National Guardsmen.

- I don't know.

Seems kind of sudden, doesn't it?

Well, this is a good opportunity for the shop.

- Uh, have you been drinking?

Yeah, I stopped and had a couple.

I'm celebrating.

If I get this contract, well, it'd be big.

You're serious about this, aren't you?

Mm-hmm.

Well, how long will you be gone for?

Just a couple days, no more than a week, I figure.

- I don't know.

I don't like the idea of you going to Houston

and leaving me and Jordan all alone.

- Well, they got him, Ann.

- Don't make me sound girly.

- Well, don't act girly.

- Don't tease me, Richard.

- Well, you should be happy.

I've been waiting for something big like this.

Well, will it stop you from moping around the house?

(SIGHS)

Maybe we can go on a vacation after,

someplace cool?

It's been a while since we've been away.

- Yeah.

We could drop Jordan at your mom's

and have us a little adult time.

- (CHUCKLES)

- Mm?

You want to do it, Sparky?

(BOTH LAUGH)

You haven't called me that since high school.

- Mm. - You are drunk.

- Drunk and randy-

I thought that's how you like me.

- (CHUCKLES)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(CAR VROOMING)

(♪♪♪)

(PIG SQUEALING)

(GASPS)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

- Let's get us some java.

(PIGS GRUNTING AND SQUEALING)

♪ I could raise my game ♪

♪ So I practiced and I practiced ♪

♪ But I still bowl the same ♪

(TWANGY MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ I got the bowling ball blues ♪

(♪♪♪)

When you said he was a pig farmer,

I thought you were kidding.

- Morning, boys.

Come on in, and I'll make you some bacon.

(PIG SQUEALING)

The DMV issued 162 new driver's licenses

to males in Freddy's age range.

Out of that stack,

93 of them poor bastards is married.

So of the single dudes, 47 of 'em is Caucasian,

and a whole of 28

around 6 feet tall.

Well, any of 'em got blue eyes?

- Grand total of two.

Well, what about them? Why don't we start with them?

- Already did.

Well, at least the first one.

- And?

- That sorry son of a bitch

still lives with his parents.

But the other one-

this one right here-

one Frank C. Miller,

blond, blue-eyed,

6 feet and change,

the same Mr. Miller

who just ordered cable and a phone line

at his new house outside of Houston.

And previous address unknown.

That's not bad for a pig farmer.

Well, when I crack this case,

I might just let you frame the headlines, framer.

Best way to find out for sure-

call him.

No, I want to take a look at him first.

Come on, you cranky old bastard.

Just call him up.

- I ain't calling him.

(ENGINE DRONING)

- That's the house right there.

That's not the color I pictured.

Well, we're not even sure it's him yet, are we?

No better time than the present.

You make it sound like it's some kind of showdown.

- Well, in a way, it is.

I have to make- - Watch out!

(CARS CRASHING)

- Ah! Shit! - Damn!

- What the fuck?

(DOG BARKING) Jesus!

What in the dog shit is wrong with you?

Don't you have any mirrors on this damn Pinto?

Do you know how to use them?

Who's gonna pay for-

we could split it.

- Ah!

Oh!

- You-ah!

- Hey!

(DOG BARKING)

You want some of this?

Huh? (KNUCKLES CRACK)

- (GRUNTS AND GROANS)

- That's for my car.

And that's for my hat.

Ben, check him.

God damn.

Tore my fucking head off.

(POUNDING)

(BARKING CONTINUES)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

It ain't Frankie Miller, is it'?

- No, smart-ass.

- Huh

Good thing he wasn't in an OK Corral mood.

Goddamn piece of shit Pinto!

(TRUNK HATCH HISSING)

- What's that?

- Home movies, looks like.

((109 BARKING) - Shut up!

- (MOANING) - Ah, he's moving.

(GRUNTS)

- "Batting Practice"?

- Let's get a look at his swing.

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

Take that gun and shoot that fucking dog, will you?

(109 BARKS)

(DOG WHIMPERS)

(LINE RINGING)

(MID-TEMPO MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

- She's cute, man.

Is this your first-

ask her if this is her first time.

(♪♪♪)

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

- Hey, it's me.

Uh, I'm in Houston,

and everything's fine.

I got a meeting in a little while.

I'll call you later and let you know how it went.

- Yeah, there you go.

Okay. Love you both.

- Get on top of him.

Yeah, I like that. Yeah.

How old-how old are you?

She ain't even old enough to drive.

- What did she say?

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

(LINE RINGING)

(TAPE SQUEALING)

(FAST-FORWARDED CONVERSATION)

(VCR CLICKING)

(LINE RINGING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- So he's a pervert.

Let's turn this shit off.

- (MUFFLED SCREAMING)

(SOBBING)

(WHIMPERING)

(MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(CRYING)

(SCREAMING)

- (SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)

(SCREAMS)

(BASEBALL BAT THUDDING)

(GRUNTING)

Whoo!

Yeah!

(THUDDING CONTINUES)

(LINE RINGING)

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Let's tell him we got the wrong house

and we can't find the guy or some shit.

- What about Freddy?

You saw that trunk.

There are a lot more tapes where that one came from.

Doesn't that matter to you?

- Well, yeah,

it matters to me.

But we can't tell Ben about any of it, not yet.

- About what?

It ain't nothing we need to jump into right now.

- What's on the tape?

(SIGHS)

- What's on the tape?

- Do yourself a favor, hoss.

- What's on the tape?

Huh?

How do you work this fucking thing?

(MID-TEMPO MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

- She's cute, man.

Is this your first-

ask her if this is her first time.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(GLASS BREAKING)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(DOOR SLAMS)

(GUN CLICKS)

- Ben?

Ben?

Hey-

Open the door.

Open the door, Ben.

Put the gun down.

Would you put the gun down, Ben?

(SOMBER MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

We could go to the cops

and show them the tape.

Well, it wouldn't do any good.

They know what their boy is doing.

He is protected.

- But he's killing women.

Prostitutes who cross the border illegally,

and nobody cares.

- How long you known him?

- We were in Korea together.

He saved my life.

He never said he was in the service.

- (CHUCKLES)

I don't know whether you've noticed it or not,

but old Ben ain't much on the small talk, is he?

- (CHUCKLES)

- Stubborn as a mule, though.

Get some rest, boy.

(FOOTSTEPS TAPPING)

- All right.

(LIGHTER CLICKING)

(GUNSHOT)

(DOOR RATTLES)

- What the fuck?

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(GUN CLICKING)

(GUNSHOTS, GLASS BREAKING)

I got cows in that pasture.

What are you gonna do when a dog goes bad on you,

bites somebody or hurts somebody?

There's only two things you can do, right?

You either chain him up or put him down.

But which do you think is more cruel?

Huh?

You talking about killing your own son?

That's crazy.

- Well...

I can't very well chain him up, can I?

(GUNSHOTS)

- I need a drink.

(LIVELY MARIACHI MUSIC)

Haven't even had my goddamn coffee yet.

Son of a bitch.

(ALL SINGING IN SPANISH)

(♪♪♪)

(MAN SINGING IN SPANISH)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(♪♪♪)

Thank you, darling.

- You got it, baby.

- Have you given any thought

as to how you're gonna do this thing?

Well, it ain't rocket science.

- What about the big Mex?

If he's there, we'll shoot him too.

- Oh, good.

Well, I'm glad you got a plan.

I was worried that you were just gonna wing it.

- You got a better idea?

- Not yet.

But I'm working on it.

Just remember, he's my son,

and I'm pulling the trigger.

(MAN SINGING IN SPANISH)

(♪♪♪)

(PIGS GRUNTING AND SQUEALING)

- Good luck.

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(PENSIVE BELL MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(HORN HONKS)

- Hey, there.

- HEY-

- (CHUCKLES)

Ho! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Honey, I'm sorry. I didn't see you.

- That's okay.

- Sorry. - That's okay.

(BOTH SMOOCH)

- Okay, ice cream? - No.

- No? - Potato sauce.

- Potato sauce?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV)

- And his low throw allows...

- Glad the trip went well.

I hope you get the contract.

- What?

I said I'm glad the trip went well.

- Man on first and third...

- Oh.

- Takes the plate.

(SIGHS)

Here it comes, the two-and-two pitch.

(BASEBALL BAT CRACKS)

Hits it sharp!

Going back! Going back!

It's out of here!

I'll tell you...

- (SIGHS HEAVILY)

(GUN CLICKING)

(GUN CLICKS)

(ENGINE DRONING)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(BIRDS TWEETING)

- (SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

- Call.

- What do you got?

(DOOR RATTLES)

Show 'em.

- Framer's back.

(DOOR CREAKING)

(DOOR BANGS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(♪♪♪)

(BELL RINGING)

(LAUGHS)

Well, how about that?

The video store is a cover.

Your boy's got more brains than you do, Ben.

Must take after his mama.

(BELL RINGING)

Okay, framer, go in there and look for exit doors

and side rooms, things like that.

You got it?

And just act normal, all right'?

- What about the Mexican?

- Just be quick about it.

(DOOR CREAKS AND RATTLES)

- (EXHALES SHARPLY)

Okay, okay.

(BELL RINGING)

- HEY-

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(INSECTS BUZZING AND CHIRPING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

Is there something I can help you with, sir?

- Yeah, uh...

You have a foreign films section?

Don't carry nothing foreign but Jap and Mex stuff.

Uh, that's right, just Japanese and Mexican fare,

uh, some British too.

- We got limey stuff?

(HORN HONKS)

George, I prefer you not use offensive terms like that

if you're gonna work for me, okay?

Yes, sir. I didn't mean nothing by it.

Sorry. Uh...

- It's all right.

Is there anything else that I can help you with today?

(HORN HONKS)

- Uh...

Yeah, uh, what time y'all close?

- 11:00 p.m., sharp.

(HORN HONKING)

- Shit.

(BELL RINGING)

- All right.

Chicken?

No, they out of the chicken- only beef.

Oh, actually, hey, you know,

I just got this new release in from, uh-

what-

(DOOR RATTLES) (BELL RINGS)

- You all right?

- Yeah.

(SIGHS)

They close at 11:00.

- Ben.

Eenie, meenie.

Here. Just in case.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(BELL RINGING)

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

All right, that's them.

(CAR DOOR THUDS)

Let's make this quick.

- Just tell us when.

- Oh, shit, shit, shit.

(SIGHS)

Oh, fuck. They got company.

I don't like this.

(GIGGLES)

- Let's take 'em all on.

- There's six of 'em, Ben. - Ooh!

We don't know how many more are on the inside.

- Ah, fuck 'em.

(GUN CLICKS)

- Ben.

(GUN CLICKS)

We're gonna do this the right way.

Are you feeling me, Ben?

- (EXHALES SHARPLY)

Take the gun out of my ear, Jim.

I'm feeling you.

- Wait. Look.

(VAN DOOR SCRAPES AND THUDS)

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

- All right, see ya.

- (BREATHING HEAVILY)

- What do we do?

- Follow 'em.

All right. (ENGINE TURNS OVER)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(♪♪♪)

This must be where they do it.

Lot of cowboys down there, Ben.

You want to rethink your math?

- Fuck the math.

(CAR DOOR THUDS)

Looks like there's only gonna be one left outside.

That means five on the inside, plus the girl.

Count to ten,

and then one of you

step out and get his attention.

I'll do the rest.

- Ten, nine, eight,

seven, six-

- You're actually counting?

- He-he said to count.

- Damn.

- Oh, shit.

Hey-

Hey-

(DOOR CREAKS AND THUDS)

(GRUNTS)

(GASPING)

(BODY THUDS)

(SIGHS)

All right, boys.

It's Howdy Doody time.

(WHITE LION'S WAIT PLAYING)

(ROCK MUSIC)

- (SINGING INDISTINCTLY)

(♪♪♪)

(GUN CLICKS)

♪ Wait ♪

♪ I never had a chance to love you ♪

♪ Wait ♪

♪ If only our love could show you ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ I never want to be without you ♪

(THUDDING)

- (BREATHING HEAVILY)

(MECHANICAL CHUGGING)

(♪♪♪)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- (EXHALES SHARPLY)

(♪♪♪)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(♪♪♪)

♪ So if you go away ♪

I'll be upstairs. Yeah, I'll be upstairs.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

This guy- so I told you I'm coming.

Hold on.

(CLATTERING)

- Tell me again. - I told you already.

- Get me a drink.

(LIQUID SPLASHING)

♪ Wait, wait ♪

♪ I never had a chance to love you ♪

(GUNSHOT)

What was that? (WOMAN SCREAMING)

- Get your ass back down here!

(CLATTERING)

(YELLING) (BULLET CLANGS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GUNSHOT)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

No! No, no.

(MUFFLED GUNSHOT)

- (PANTING)

(BLOOD SPLATTERING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(GUN BARREL SCRAPING HOLLOWLY)

(♪♪♪)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(EXPLOSION BOOMS)

(GUNFIRE)

(GLASS TINKLING)

(GUNFIRE)

(GUNSHOT AND GUNFIRE)

(YELLS)

- (YELLING)

(GUNFIRE)

(YELLING)

(GUNSHOT ZIPS AND POPS)

Ah!

Ah! Fuck!

Ah! Fucking shot-

Who the fuck are you, man?

Fuck! Fu-A

(GUNSHOT BOOMS)

(CLATTERING)

- Thanks.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(GUNSHOTS)

(GUNSHOTS)

(GUNSHOT)

(CRASHING)

- Hey, up here, boys.

- Ah! - (GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

- Fuck!

Go down!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Shit.

- (GROWLING)

(ROARS) (GUNSHOT)

(BASEBALL BAT CLATTERING)

- (EXHALES SHARPLY)

(GROANS)

(WOMAN SCREAMING AND GASPING)

(WOMAN SOBBING)

- Ah!

(GASPING)

(GASPS)

(GASPS AND WHIMPERS)

It's all right. Shh.

You're all right. You're all right.

You're all right. It's okay.

(CRYING)

- Fucker! - Ah!

(GUNSHOT)

(CLATTERING)

(GROANS)

- (PANTING)

(GUN CLICKS)

(PANTING)

- Ben.

(WHISPERS) Take the shot.

(GRUNTS) (GUNSHOT)

- (GROANS)

(GRUNTS) (GROANS)

(GUNSHOTS)

- (GASPING)

(GASPS)

(GUNSHOT)

- (GROANS)

(PANTING)

(GASPS AND SNIFFS)

(GROANS)

- Freddy...

I-I'm Ben Russel.

I'm your father.

I came here to kill you.

- Are you really my dad?

(GUN CLICKS)

- Far as I know.

(GUNSHOT)

(CRYING)

(STAMMERING)

(GRUNTS AND SIGHS)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(PENSIVE SYNTHESIZER MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

(FLAMES CRACKLING)

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

(♪♪♪)

(WIND WHOOSHING) (LEAVES RUSTLING)

(♪♪♪)

(CAR DOOR THUDS)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(♪♪♪)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(♪♪♪)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

♪ Wait, wait ♪

♪ I never had a chance to love you ♪

♪ Now I only want to say ♪

♪ I love you one more time ♪

♪ Wait ♪

♪ Just a moment ♪

♪ Before our love will die ♪

♪ 'Cause I ♪

♪ Must know the reason ♪

♪ Why we say good-bye ♪

♪ Wait ♪

♪ Just a moment ♪

♪ And tell me why ♪

♪ 'Cause I ♪

♪ Can show you loving ♪

♪ That you won't deny ♪

(DRIVING ROCK MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

♪ I said wait ♪

♪ And show you loving ♪

♪ Like it was before ♪

♪ 'Cause I ♪

♪ Won't let that feeling ♪

♪ Walk out through the door ♪

♪ I said wait ♪

♪ Just a moment ♪

♪ And try once more ♪

♪ 'Cause, babe ♪

♪ I need to hold you ♪

♪ Like I did before ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ So if you go away ♪

♪ I know that I will follow ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ 'Cause there's a place inside ♪

♪ My heart that tells me ♪

♪ Hold out ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ Wait ♪

♪ I never had a chance to love you ♪

♪ Wait ♪

♪ If only our love could show you ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ Wait ♪

♪ I never want to be without you ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ Wait ♪

♪ No, I never had a chance to love you ♪

♪ Now I only want to say ♪

♪ I love you one more time ♪

(ELECTRIC GUITAR SOLO)

(♪♪♪)

♪ So if you go away ♪

♪ I know that I will follow ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ 'Cause there's a place inside ♪

♪ My heart that tells me ♪

♪ Hold out ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ Wait ♪

♪ I never had a chance to love you ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ Wait ♪

♪ If only our love could show you ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ Wait ♪

♪ I never want to be without you ♪

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♪ Wait ♪

♪ No, I never had a chance to love you ♪

♪ Now I only want to say I love you ♪

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♪ >♪ Baby ♪

♪ I beg you to wait ♪

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♪ No, I never had a chance to love you ♪

(GENTLE ELECTRIC GUITAR MUSIC)

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