A History of Violence Page #3

He spent fifteen years in prison

on several counts of assault.

He's suspected

in half a dozen murders...

and more disappearances.

Tom, these guys are organized

crime from the east coast.

Now, they're the real thing.

They're bad men.

Jesus. Jesus, honey.

I have to ask you a question.

Are you in some kind

of witness protection plan?

- Sam.

- Some kind of what?

This is no laughing matter,

Edie.

Of course he's not, Sam.

I'd just like to hear

Tom say that.

OK. No. No,

I'm not in a witness program.

Those men just have

the wrong guy.

They must've seen me on TV,

and I guess, uh...

I reminded them

of this Johnny guy.

- Joey.

- J-Joey somebody.

I mean, good lord.

The idea of me...

I never honestly believed it,

but I had to ask.

I've done some research

on this, uh, Joey Cusack.

I didn't find anything.

But there is a Richie Cusack

in Philadelphia.

Apparently, he's the head...

of some kind of crime syndicate

in that city.

Men like this come to our town

and start harassing a citizen...

we have to take them seriously.

Sure.

All right. So, if you folks

see them coming around...

you let me know.

Will do.

I'm sorry, Sam. Do you want

a piece of pie or something?

Ah, no, thanks, Edie.

I'd love to,

but I've gotta get back to work.

Thank you. Thanks for coming.

Uh, Sam? Thank you.

It's good to know

you're watching out for us.

Come on, Tom.

You know we look out

for our own here.

- Good night.

- Good night.

See ya. Thanks.

Huh.

Don't worry.

They're as good as gone.

Sorry. Sorry.

It's over and done with.

OK.

Honey. Can you get that, hon?

Come on, come on!

Hello?

The shotgun, Edie!

Get the shotgun!

Tom, Tom... Tom, what's wrong?

They're coming to the house!

Who's coming to the house?

Just grab it!

Do it and be ready!

OK, stop. Are you serious?

I'll be there as soon as I can.

Sh*t.

Come on.

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, come on.

Come on.

Edie! Oh.

Ohh, f***. Tom!

Tom. Tom, what's going on?

- l...

- Huh?

l... I don't know, baby.

Jesus.

What's going on?

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

Let me call Sam, all right?

- No, don't.

- OK.

l... I don't even know...

l... I don't know

why I thought... l...

Mom?

It's OK, baby.

Yeah. Uh... ha ha. l...

l... l... I think

I'm losing my mind.

No, no, no. OK.

You're not losing your mind.

You've been through

some serious trauma, all right?

I'm here for you, baby.

We're all here for you.

It's all right.

It's gonna be OK.

Mom?

You haven't forgotten about

my new shoes, have you?

Gosh, no. It's my top priority

for the day.

How could I forget?

You all right?

Yeah, yeah. Hi... Hi, sweetie.

Honey,

just get ready for school.

I'll speak to you afterwards,

all right?

OK.

Come on.

Let's go shopping.

Hey.

Careful. It's loaded.

Why was Mom running

around the house with that?

What's going on, Dad?

False alarm.

Nothing to worry about.

I am worried.

You're sweating.

You're soaked, Dad.

What kind of false alarm?

What did you mean,

you think you...

You think

you're losing your mind?

Some mob guys

showed up at the diner.

They saw me on TV, and they

came by to take a look at me.

Yeah.

Yeah, I heard about that.

Uh, so...

They thought they knew me.

They thought...

I was somebody else.

Heh. That's weird.

Yeah. Weird.

And I guess, um...

Well, I guess...

they don't like this guy

they think you are.

Apparently not.

And, um, and I guess l...

I guess... I guess they want...

to kill this guy

they think you are?

See, that's... that's

the losing my mind part.

I mean, I have no reason

to think that.

It's just I was down at work,

and, you know...

suddenly I thought

maybe... maybe...

they'd come looking around.

You know?

And, uh...

And then you came running

back here to save us?

Yeah, something silly like that.

I'm sorry.

What if you're right?

Then we deal with it.

OK.

Now, look what I just found.

It's my last pair in this style,

and it's exactly your size.

Just try these on.

They should fit like a dream.

How do they feel?

Good. Yeah, I think I like them.

I have a pair of these myself.

They look great

and they really last.

Really? OK. I'll take them.

And I needed a pair

for her as well.

Sarah?

Sarah?

- Uh, ma'am? The shoes...

- I have to find my daughter.

I can't let you leave the store

with the shoes.

OK, OK, OK. Sarah!

Sarah?

Sarah?

Sarah. Sarah.

Don't ever do that again, OK?

I'm sorry, Mommy.

But look.

They have the new Vespa dolls.

Nothin' to worry about,

Mrs. Stall.

I've been watching over her.

You stay the f*** away from

my family, you son of a b*tch.

There's no need for that kind

of language, Mrs. Stall.

Listen to me.

I don't know what you want...

and I don't really care.

You should care about

what I want, Mrs. Stall...

because I want something

from your husband...

that might affect you,

might change your life.

My husband does not know you.

He wouldn't know you,

somebody like you.

Oh, he knows Carl Fogarty,

all right.

He knows me intimately.

See? This isn't

a completely dead eye.

It still works a bit.

The problem is, the only thing

I can see with it...

is Joey Cusack.

And it can see

right through him.

Right through your husband,

Edie.

See what's inside him,

what makes him tick.

He's still the same guy.

- No.

- He's still crazy f***in' Joey.

And you know it, don't you?

I know that my husband is

Tom Stall. That's what I know.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Well, why don't you ask Tom

about his older brother Richie?

He doesn't...

Ask Tom about how he tried to

rip my eye out with barbed wire.

And ask him, Edie...

how come he's so good

at killing people?

If I see you within

five hundred feet of me...

or my children or my husband,

I'll have you arrested.

Heh heh heh heh.

Can I possibly make myself

any clearer than that?

No, no, Mrs. Stall, you can't.

I thank you for your time.

You have an enchanting daughter.

And, Mrs. Stall...

don't forget your shoes.

Heh heh heh heh.

So, how's your dad?

I don't know. A little weird.

Well, after

what he went through?

I mean,

actually killing someone?

I mean, that's enough

to freak anybody out.

Yeah. I guess.

So, your old man's

some kind of tough guy, huh?

What's he think

of his wimp son?

You think he'd take this sh*t?

You think he'd make jokes?

Go on, b*tch.

Say something funny.

Bobby, leave him alone.

Shut up, skank.

Uh-oh. He's gettin' mad.

Jack, let's just

get out of here, OK?

Jack, he's an a**hole.

You know that.

He doesn't mean sh*t.

Let's just go.

Let's just get out of here, OK?

Yeah, puss. Run away.

Goddamn, I bet your daddy

would be real ashamed by you.

Go ahead, b*tch.

Say something funny.

Make me laugh.

- Uhh!

- Ohh!

Uhh!

OK, you motherf***er! Get

over there, you son of a b*tch!

Ohh!

Come here. Are you laughin'?

Are you laughin' now...

you motherfucking

cocksucking piece of sh*t?

What the hell were you thinking?

- I wasn't thinking.

- Obviously not.

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