Angels Crest Page #4

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- Here you go.

- Thanks.

Can I buy you a cup of coffee?

Not in this lifetime.

Just a heads up then...

you'll be getting a subpoena.

All right.

I'm not testifying

against Ethan.

You were with him

when he found Nate.

All I expect you to do

is describe

that experience, that's it.

- I can do that.

- All right.

I can tell about how I never saw

a person so wrecked as Ethan

when he dug up his son

from the snow.

I can tell the jury

how much bullshit this trial is

and how losing your own kid

doesn't give you license

to sh*t on the rest of us.

I'll ask you how Nate was found,

what he was wearing,

how he looked when you saw him,

the state of his toes,

color of his skin,

how low the temperature got.

You answer all my...

Hey, man.

Hey.

I... I just came by

to say... I'm sorry.

You know, I'm just

really sorry.

For what?

For not being there

when you called.

For Cindy.

It doesn't matter.

It really doesn't matter.

What you doing there?

I can't figure

the goddamn thing out.

I read online all these complaints

about it, right?

Like, this one woman, she said that

the buckle would just come undone.

Like, it would just pop open

after she buckled her kid in.

So I kept taking

the damn thing apart

and putting it back together,

and I can't find the glitch.

What glitch?

You know, the glitch...

the glitch that,

you know, makes the buckle

come undone.

Okay.

I have to... I have to get

this kind of evidence,

you know, because...

Huh?

Hey, why don't you come

crash at my place for a while?

No, no, no.

No. I'm really fine here.

I'm fine.

Yeah, yeah, you know,

I can see that,

but, you know, I thought maybe

you could use a fresh

pair of eyes, you know.

We can bring the car seat,

work on it together.

You'd work on it with me?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

Come on. We'll go

get some food,

camp out at my place.

It'll be great.

- I don't know, man.

- Dude...

this place reeks anyway,

man, you know?

Man, come on. I don't even know

what this is, you know?

It was once upon a time

bacon, but now...

Jeez.

All right.

Thanks, man.

All right.

I'll get the seat.

- You got it?

- Oh, yeah.

So, when'd you last

take a shower?

- I don't know. It's been a while.

- Oh, yeah?

First thing I'm gonna do

is take a hose

to that skinny-ass

body of yours.

- I just gotta lock up.

- Okay.

See you there.

Whiskey?

- Hey, Cindy.

- Hey.

What are you doing here?

Same thing as you, I guess.

Have you seen Ethan?

Not really.

I thought you two were close.

No, Jane's the one.

But you used to take care of...

Sometimes, yeah.

Was he good for you?

- The best.

- Good.

He was a good baby, too.

He didn't cry too much.

We'd build forts

in the living room

with pillows

and blankets and sh*t.

He loved that.

Yeah.

That must have been fun.

No, not really.

I'd set the pillows up,

he'd pull them down,

throw them all over the place,

then want me to set them up

all the f*** over again,

but it was fun for him.

It's on me.

To know that Jesus is your savior,

but he's also your friend.

You can put your trust in Him.

Let us pray to the Lord.

Can you hear me, O Lord?

# Can you hear me? #

When I ask You to be my friend.

# Be my friend... #

There's only one way

to come to Jesus...

Where have you been?

At work, I told you that.

I was listening to that.

My house, my rules, your words.

What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with me?

What do you think?

I defrosted

a casserole for dinner.

I don't want

a f***ing casserole.

Then what would

you like to eat?

I don't want anything to eat.

I want you to just

stop f***ing doing

my f***ing laundry

any more, either!

You ungrateful sh*t.

Slut.

Look at the way you live.

My baby's dead.

You were Nate's mother,

and you let that boy

take him away.

No, that's not my fault.

You let that boy take him away

and let him freeze to death.

- That's not my fault.

- It was your choice.

In what universe was it my choice?

I wasn't even there.

It was your choice

to let Ethan have him.

What did you want me to do?

What was I supposed to do?!

You should have

let me have him.

Cindy?

Cindy?

Hey.

Wanna wear this?

That was Ethan's, Angie.

- I'm sorry.

- Let me see it.

It used to smell like him.

Oh, God, I miss him so much.

We all miss Nate.

No, not Nate.

Ethan.

- Try my tea.

- No.

- Do it.

- No, no.

Hey, stop it.

Oh, I know. Rachel.

Ethan.

- Hey, how are you?

- Good.

Paul, I haven't

seen you in a while.

- Good to see you.

- Thanks, man. You, too.

Ethan, I am terribly sorry...

but we have no more turkey.

- Uh...

- We got ham.

- You got ham?

- Ham it is.

- Ham.

- One ham!

Put it in.

Put the poop and pee in.

Okay, now mix it up.

There's poop and pee in it.

- Oh!

- We're pretending.

May we have

French fries please?

All right, then, little ladies.

You'll have to sit

behind the counter

and take your order

like regular customers.

Someone's in here.

It's me. You okay?

Trying to take a sh*t in peace.

Sorry.

Whoo!

Can Nate play?

No.

Why not?

He's not here.

Is he at your house?

- Where is he?

- I don't know, okay?

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I'm not mad at you.

Nate's just on a trip.

Okay?

I want to go on a trip.

It's too cold.

Come on.

Why don't you get

in the car seat over there?

- Can we get some biscuits and gravy?

- Yeah, that's fine.

Not too tight, is it?

- Nope.

- No? All right.

Hey, sweetie.

Where's Rosie?

We can go on an adventure.

Yeah, we're going

on an adventure.

Rosie!

Rosie?

Hey, Ethan, stop!

What?

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

What the hell were you thinking taking

Rosie without asking me?

We're just going for a drive.

We're not going far.

The hell you are. You're not going

anywhere. Come on, Rosie.

Come on out, baby.

Get out of the truck.

Calm down.

- She's like my sister.

- Well, Nate was your son.

Rosie, come on, come on.

- She can do that?

- Do what?

Unbuckle herself,

get out of her seat like that?

- Yeah.

- For how long?

How long has she been able to get out

of the seat by herself?

I don't know.

A while!

Fly away!

Look how high it's going!

What's wrong, Mommy?

Nate's gone.

That's what's wrong.

Come in.

Cindy Mills is here to see you.

Oh, good.

Cindy, how are you?

Have a seat.

- I wanted to give you this.

- Good.

I bet this is gonna be great.

Thank you.

- Read it.

- All right.

"Didn't go to birth

class at hospital."

Drove drunk while

baby was in the car.

Drank vodka

while breastfeeding.

"Smoked heavily

around baby."

It's all I could come up with.

Well...

Go away, Rusty. Go.

Oh, God.

F***.

Rusty knows how to work

the dryer, right?

You were right

to take Nate from me.

I'm a sh*t mom.

And now you're a sh*t dad, too.

Please stay.

Stay.

Cindy?

I'm so, so sorry.

Hi. Celina Cervantes please.

It's Ethan Denton.

- What's going on? Am I late?

- No, no.

- Cervantes just called.

- Uh-huh.

Denton boy wants to change

his plea to guilty.

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