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- Oh, no, sure. Come in.

Sit down.

So I see you're still biting your nails.

Yeah. Thanks for noticing.

I'm glad you're out, and doing well.

Well, it's not a penthouse overlooking

Central Park, but it's home.

And now it's your home.

I'm gonna make some coffee.

Want some coffee?

No, thanks.

Look, I have no idea why it was

mom's dying wish...

that you should have this place

when you got out, but,

I couldn't talk her out of it.

I don't understand

why you're so angry at me.

Just sign the goddamned papers,

Marnie.

No. Not until you tell me.

Tell you what?

That mom drained her life

savings to defend you?

That I had to watch

as the stress killed her?

And then to top it all off, she used her

life insurance to pay for this dump for you?

Is that what this is about?

Money?

You really don't get it, do you?

This is about you.

It's always been about you.

- Precious little Marnie.

- I thought you worked this stuff out in therapy.

You know, that's exactly

what I would expect from you.

You create all kinds of problems

and then, you just assume everyone else

is gonna clean them up for you.

This is the end of the line for me.

So, what are you gonna do now?

Go back to your fabulous life

of book publishing

and tell all your socialite pals

you're an only child?

And to think I never thought

you caught on that quickly.

It's ironic, isn't it?

After all these years you're the one

who got all the attention.

And now you'll spend

the next year in this hole,

with no one but the rats

to fall for your sh*t.

Trick or treat!

Hey.

Thanks.

- Marnie, you okay?

- Yeah. Never better. Come in.

- What happened?

- Well, I fell down the stairs.

My Pop had to wear one

of those for 6 months.

I don't know who it was harder on,

him or my Mom, but...

she said things were a lot easier when he

wasn't hanging around the house all the time.

- How long you got to wear it for?

- Longer than 6 months.

- Yeah. I know.

- You do?

Talk around the neighborhood was

some cop got killed by his wife.

This place was empty for years.

You moved back.

Two and two, you know?

So, people been talking about me, huh?

Yeah, I guess.

- Bad stuff?

- Those people are idiots.

Those people used

to be my friends, Joey.

Carol next door, the Romeros

down the block.

We used to have 'em over

for barbecues.

I mean, I used to watch their kids,

for Chrissakes.

Now they don't want anything

to do with me.

Hey, screw those jack-asses.

- You want a cup of coffee?

- Yeah. Sure.

So...

what's the deal?

I mean, what happened?

I don't know

if I should talk about it.

That's cool if you don't want to talk,

but if you do, it's okay.

We married right out of high school.

And we were really in love.

But, as soon as Mike joined the force,

he changed.

He hated his job, hated it.

And he brought it home with him.

That's when the beatings started.

People didn't see the bruises?

He knew how not to leave marks.

- You must have reported it to the police, right?

- Yeah. I filed 6 police reports, Joey.

His buddies investigated it.

Mike denied it all.

And then he beat the crap

out of me again.

I had nobody to turn to,

nothing I could do.

So I saw a lawyer

and I filed for divorce.

I was gonna move back

to my Mom's, but...

papers got shuffled and then

he got served a day early.

- He came at me with a knife.

- It's okay.

- I got so scared.

- It's okay.

Somehow something came

out of me, you know, I...

I... I got the knife away from him

and just, I, I went at him...

I stabbed him three times.

Side. Neck. Chest.

He died over there in the corner.

I know I committed a terrible crime.

A terrible, terrible crime.

But I'm not a murderer, I'm not.

Look. I wanna be your friend, all right?

I figure you can need some, though.

I don't give a crap what anybody says.

- I'd like that.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Good.

All right. Well...

this...

is... my house number.

And... this...

is my cell.

- Okay?

- Okay.

You call me if you need anything, all right?

This means a lot.

Like I said, anything you need.

Oh, yeah, actually, there is something.

Name it.

Could you go to the library

and get me some books?

Sure. What kind of books?

Ones about ghosts.

In order to cleanse an area

of an unhealthy spirit,

it is first required that said

area be thoroughly...

eradicated of all the decedent's earthly

possessions, belongings and reminders.

What do you think?

You got 9 lives, what do you care?

The easiest way to get rid of a ghost is

to simply ask it to leave.

Okay.

Use a firm voice and tell the ghost exactly

what you want and why.

This is the traditional practice

of smudging a home.

To get rid of an unwanted entity, crack

a window in each room of your home,

take a dried bundle of sage and smudge your home,

clearing out any negative or stagnant energies.

Smudging is simply lighting the sage bundle

and walking around your entire home...

allowing the smoke to circulate

and cleanse the energy and space.

The main thing is your intent,

which is your faith.

Your intentions are to rid the home

of negative energies and spirits.

They will know this, if they are there...

Oh, f***!

All right...

Okay. Okay. Everything...

Oh, sh*t!

Prick!

Marnie, open the door. It's Shanks!

Marnie!

What the f*** is going on here?

- Nothing.

- Bullshit. I heard screaming.

- Now what happened to you?

- I fell out of bed.

- It looks like somebody's been beating on you.

- Oh, yeah? Like who?

It's just me here, Shanks.

You should know that.

You've been staking out the place

day and night like a stalker.

Well, there's been people coming

in and out of this house.

Is there somebody in this house

right now with you, Marnie?

- Define somebody.

- Meaning what?

Look around.

Let me know what you find.

This is the police!

Anybody in this house, step out

with your hands on your head!

Come out with your hands up!

He must have slipped out the back

before I got here, huh?

What the hell do you want?

You're not telling me something.

Marnie...

Marnie, did somebody else kill Mickey?

- What are you talking about?

- I'm asking you.

Did somebody kill him

and forced you to take the rap?

No.

Has that person come back here to make sure

that you keep your mouth shut?

Is that what's going on here?

No, that's not it.

I think that is it.

I think that is it 'cause you're not

even back in this house for a day...

before somebody starts

smacking you around.

I think they're back. I think they're here, I think

they're threatening you again. That's it, isn't it?

- Isn't it?!

- I wish.

Marnie, who killed Mickey?

Who killed Mike, Marnie?

- I did.

- Bullshit!

Who really killed Mickey?

It's that kid, isn't it?

Yeah, the one who's delivering

your groceries.

You don't think I do

my f***ing job, Marnie?

Joseph DiCenzo, did six in Juvi

for grand theft auto.

That little mother f***er killed my partner,

I swear to God I'll kill him myself!

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