American Gun Page #4
[ Gun c*cks ]
No!
Medic!
Medic!
What happened?
He was --
he was just a kid.
[ Gasps ]
I -- it's, uh...
[ Sighs ]
It's as clear now
as it was then.
Maybe even clearer.
Are they always
the same nightmares?
About people I've known
who died.
People that I've killed --
I killed with my bare hands,
you know, and...
Oh, but there's nothing
like a gun.
Why is that?
Because it's easy.
Requires no more effort
than the blinking of an eye.
And you don't have to look
the poor bastard in the face.
At least most of the time.
Uh, perhaps we should
finish up today.
Okay.
You're going to
get through it, Martin.
Believe me.
God never gives us more trouble
than we can bear.
So, uh...
If I were
a-a weaker person,
my daughter would
still be alive?
We don't always know
the reasons.
R-reason?
What possible reason could
there be for her to be dead?
If god --
if god...
If god what?
What?!
Believe what you want.
You know, Martin...
What puzzles me is that you've
told me many things here,
some things which took a lot
of courage to say.
But there's one thing
you've never said.
I loved penny.
That's not what I meant.
I loved penny.
Martin...
I've said it.
You're afraid to say it.
I -- go to hell!
Try, Martin.
"Dear penny,
I'm in las Vegas tonight."
[ Up-tempo dance music plays ]
"It's hot as hell,
but I'm close.
I'm very, very close."
Hello?
is this Louis Johnson?
Yes.
my name is Martin tillman.
I'm, uh, I'm trying to trace
a .357 Magnum.
Oh, you did?
Uh...really?
what pawnshop was that?
Pioneer.
Thank you very much.
cheering ]
[ Music intensifies ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Car door closes,
engine turns over ]
Woman:
ready? come on.
[ Laughter ]
[ Up-tempo dance music plays ]
[ Indistinct conversations,
laughter ]
Who the f*** are you?
Who the f*** areyou?
Oh, my god.
Hey, you know
this f***in' guy?
Get out of the way.
Grandpa?
she's my
granddaughter, yes.
What are you --
we have to talk about
some things.
Ladies, if you'll
excuse us, please,
wait...
i want to talk to my
granddaughter.
What are you doing?
Grandpa, these are my friends.
I know who they are!
Out! Come on.
You better go.
I'll call you later.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Jeez.
what do you mean,
you'll call him later?
You won't call me at all.
I-i got busy.
I-i...
Oh, you got busy.
What did you do?
Get busynotmaking
phone calls? What?!
I been all over this goddamn
country looking foryou.
[ Sighs ]
You have?
H-how's my --
how's my mother?
She's, uh...
She's good.
She's fine. Yes.
[ Sighs ]
Yes, she's, uh...
She's okay.
I think about her a lot.
Yeah, I think about her
a lot, too.
Really a lot.
[ Sighs ]
I just...
I just wrote her a letter.
Um...
Would you give it to her
for me?
Sure.
"Dear penny...
"I found Mia today.
She's all right.
"I'm not crazy about her chosen
profession, but she looks good.
"She gave me a letter for you.
"Should I open it?
"No, she doesn't know
what happened to you.
It wasn't the right time."
Martin:
are you in trouble?
Mia:
no.No, not at all.
You promise you won't tell
my mother that I was here?
Okay.
I'll -- I'll be
right back, okay?
Ah, well.
[ Buzzer sounds ]
Woman:
can I take that for you?
Ah, uh...
[ Clears throat ]
No, I think it's, uh...
I don't think
she's finished yet.
Okay.
[ Exhales sharply ]
[ Exhales slowly ]
this is quite a place.
Yeah, it's not bad.
You happy here?
Yeah.
i like it.
Yeah?
mm-hmm.
Is, uh...
Well, you never told me
why you ran away.
But is this, uh...
[ Chuckles ]
for a guy.
A guy?
Mm-hmm.
Still with him?
No.
i dumped him.
[ Chuckles ]
How'd you find me, anyway?
The gun.
The gun?
The gun I took
from your purse, yeah.
Um...
How did that lead you to me?
I traced it.
You know,
the place it was made,
through all the various people
that had owned it,
hoping that, eventually,
it would lead me to you.
Or the shop
where you bought it.
Why were you so desperate
to find me?
I have something
i need to tell you.
It's about my mother?
Yes.
[ Keys jingling, footsteps ]
Hey!
Give me the purse!
F*** off!
No.
No.
[ Gun c*cks ]
no.
Just take it.
Just take it!
You have to tell
the police.
I don't want to call
the police.
Why not?
Because...
[ sighs ]
He has my address.
Your address at home?
No, he had
the address here.
It was on
the rental-car agreement.
Well, why would he
come after you?
I don't know, dad.
If I -- if -- if I identify him,
i mean, he might --
he might --
I mean, he got what he wanted.
Let's just...
Yeah.
okay, honey.
Okay.
[ Exhales deeply ]
Okay.
[ Sighs ]
[ Engine turns over ]
Oh!
[ Glass breaks ]
[ Gasps ]
[ Gunshots ]
[ Weakly ]
daddy?
Aah!
[ Gasps ]
Oh!
daddy, I'm shot.
Penny?!
is that...
Aah!
Oh!
Oh, god! Oh...
Oh, baby, look at...
Why did you shoot me?
Oh!
what's going on?
Mom?
oh, I got to
call the doctor!
Got to call somebody!
Penny, what happened?
What...
Happened?
Oh, hello? Yes.
Oh...
Listen, my daughter's
been shot.
Oh, my god!
Oh, my god!
Here. come on, honey.
No, no!
Don't -- don't --
hold her, for Christ's sake!
No. no, it's, uh,
it's 401 elm road.
Oh, my god!
Oh, my god!
Yes.
And please hurry.
Hurry!
What?
[ sobs ]
.357 Magnum.
Serial number --
3x...
Hey.
Hi.
That was a very brave
thing you did.
for me, didn't you?
Yeah.
[ Sighs ]
Thank you.
[ Laughing ] oh!
You're welcome, darling.
"Dear penny...
"This will be
my last letter to you.
"It's not because
you're not on my mind,
"because you are always,
and you always will be.
"I just don't feel the need
to write anymore.
"I once thought everything
happened for a reason.
"But sometimes there is
no reason,
"just an emotion.
"Mia came to live with us
for a while
"so she can go
to community college.
"She's a good kid.
She reminds me more and more
of you every day."
Morning.
Mm.
How about breakfast?
Ah, I'm late.
Bye.
"The gun that killed you rests
in the drawer of my desk.
"I suppose I'll keep it near me
until the day I die.
"I'm not afraid of intruders
or madmen.
"I only fear the demons
in my own mind.
from their cages...
...the day you left us."
[ Penny laughing ]
[ Slow instrumental music
plays ]
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