Angels Crest Page #2

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She'll probably give you

a blowj*b for it, man.

I can f***ing hear you!

You're a good man.

Come on, Nate.

Nate.

All right.

Come on, Nate.

Come on.

Nate!

Hey, hey.

Nate, it's Daddy.

Hey, hey.

Hey.

Take care, Brian.

- You, too.

- See you, man.

District attorney

Jack Craft will be holding

a press conference

later this morning in Angels Crest.

It's expected that Mr. Craft

will address the case

of three-year-old

Nathan Denton,

who was found

frozen to death last week

after his father Ethan Denton

had left him in the truck.

I told them not to

let anyone in yet, but... you okay?

Yeah. It's smaller

than I remember.

- What?

- The coffin.

- You went to the funeral?

- No. I'll... I'll be fine.

Maybe we should just postpone.

No, no, no.

How much time do we have?

- 10 minutes.

- 10 minutes.

- Jack.

- Yes.

District Attorney,

any comment on the accusations?

Mr. Craft, can you separate

this case from your own past?

The state is filing charges

against Ethan Denton

for the death

of his son Nathan Denton.

Now, we are not claiming

that Ethan Denton

deliberately killed his son.

However, his decision

to leave the boy

alone in a truck

during a blizzard

directly led to his death,

and therefore constitutes

an act of criminal negligence.

Jack, are you the right man

to be prosecuting?

- Thank you.

- Jack, Jack, without being personal...

Jack, any correlation

between this case...

I'm so sorry.

Ethan, we need to talk.

Okay.

You keep in mind

that I have never

hated my job more

than I do right now.

- Okay.

- I gotta take you in.

For what?

Now, you'll be able

to get a lawyer.

Right now?

- Right now.

- Okay. Okay.

- Did you see Bill, Angie?

- Yeah.

Has everybody lost

their minds completely?

- It was an accident.

- Calm down, Jane.

- Nobody's saying it wasn't.

- Ethan is a great kid.

Why am I the only person

who's angry about this?

He just should have taken

better care is all.

Hey, sweetheart.

I'm so sorry Mommy

took such a long time.

# I wish I had a dime #

# For every bad time... #

Hi. I'm Jane Childs.

I don't believe we've met.

I'm Joanne Mills.

It's nice to meet you.

Are you a friend of...

I'm Cindy's mother.

Oh, oh. I didn't

realize Cindy had...

I mean, of course I realized she had

a mother, but I just...

It's so good to meet you.

It's so good you're here.

For Cindy.

Can I get you anything?

Do you know where Cindy is?

What's that?

It's medicine.

You have a tummy ache?

Yeah, something like that.

So, you gonna go

to the bathroom or what?

- I know how to go myself.

- Good for you.

I left Paul Jr.

in the car once overnight

when he was about Nate's age.

Really?

Crying like a banshee

the next morning,

but no worse for the wear.

- Never told Donna.

- Smart.

Of course, it was summertime.

Wouldn't have left him out there

in the winter.

Yeah, so long

as it was summertime.

You poor thing.

What you must be going through...

I can just imagine.

But you rest assured,

Nate is in a better place.

Cindy, Cindy.

I'm very sorry.

- She's just not herself.

- Oh, God!

Sit down.

You came, huh?

I missed the funeral

because you gave me the wrong time.

You have very nice

friends here.

The woman sewing coffee,

she introduced herself.

She was very nice.

Jane?

- Yes, Jane.

- She's a dyke.

Jane says we need

some more napkins.

I'm getting them.

I'm getting them.

Hey, hey, whoa.

I'll help, okay?

It's cool.

It's not cool.

I've been trying to call

Ethan's dad for days, leaving messages,

and I just don't understand

why he's not here.

Ethan needs someone.

No, Ethan doesn't need

his dad right now.

- How do you know?

- I know Ethan.

Look, maybe it's you

that needs someone.

All right.

What?

I've gotta go.

Rose?

Rosie?

Guess what.

I washed my hands.

Good, baby.

Good, sweetheart.

Oh.

Hey, what's this?

What's this you're wearing?

I thought it was a wedding.

Oh.

Yeah, baby, it's...

it's not a wedding.

You still play ball?

That's too bad.

You were good.

Oh, thanks, man.

We got a softball league.

Play against

the fire department.

It's not real or anything,

but, you know, it's something.

Right.

You ever think of a career

in law enforcement?

We could use an arm like yours.

Ethan Denton made bail this morning

after pleading not guilty

to the charges against him

- for his role in the death...

- Not guilty, my ass!

I hope that jury

f***ing puts him away.

Whatever happens,

it's in the hands of the Lord now.

That's supposed

to be comforting?

What are you doing

with my beer?

You've had enough, Cindy.

You have your god, I have mine.

Denton will not be making

a statement at this time.

When will he be ready

to make a statement?

Hey, hey, hey.

We're on your side, Ethan.

Come on, just give us...

Ethan.

Hey, hold up.

Come on... Ethan.

Sh*t.

Hey, man.

Where you heading?

Nowhere.

You can crash

at my place if you want

or at the garage.

We're closed down for the week.

Whose idea was that?

Mine.

- Hungry?

- No.

- I can pick you something up...

- Where were you that morning?

What you talking about, man?

Come on, where were you?

Don't be stupid.

You know what

I'm talking about.

Come on.

You come on.

Where were you?

You know where I was.

I was with a girl.

- Yeah? What girl?

- Come on, man.

No, come on.

What girl?

Give me a break, man.

Come on.

Tell me what girl.

You don't know her, all right?

- What girl?

- Stop it.

- What girl?

- Stop it. Come on.

What girl?

Say it. Say it!

Cindy.

- Cindy, all right?

- Cindy.

You know how close

Nate was to the truck?

Less than a quarter-mile.

- Dude, are you looking at my screen?

- I never, ever...

You were looking

at my screen, man.

Beer.

Think they let you

game in prison?

I'm just saying, I mean,

no work, no bills,

just you and the console.

For five years?

Some games take

five years, man.

Maybe I'll get lucky

and they'll let me out after three.

For good behavior?

- You want me to pause it?

- Yeah, pause it.

- F***. F***.

- Oh, sh*t!

You crazy b*tch!

Get the f*** out of here!

Get out of here!

Yeah, come on.

Come on.

Not guilty, my ass!

Is your dad alive?

No.

I bet he was a good dad,

though, right,

when he was alive?

You being a lawyer and all,

I imagine he'd be real proud.

Something like that.

My dad's not dead.

He's not proud, either.

As a matter of fact,

he's not even here.

I don't blame him.

He probably doesn't even know.

That's why he's not here.

My dad is a sh*t dad.

But if he knew,

I know he'd be right here,

digging up this grave

with his fingernails,

lifting Nate

out from the earth,

giving him mouth-to-mouth.

He'd try and bring him

back to me.

He would.

Because what dad

could just stand there

and watch a boy

live through this?

I'm very sorry for your loss.

What are you doing here?

- Here you go, number 21.

- That was fast.

Smells good.

What can I get for you?

What's the special?

It's open-faced

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