Blackway

- Oh, stupid.

Go kill something.

- Can I help you, miss?

- I'm waiting for the sheriff.

- I'm the sheriff.

Name's Windgate.

- You're not wearing a uniform.

- I rarely do.

- Then how do I know

you're the sheriff?

- Well, I don't

know what to tell you, miss,

you can wait out here

as long as you like.

Maybe another

Sheriff'll come along.

- Wait.

Wait!

- Whatcha got there?

- My mother's cat.

Mine, since she passed.

- Oh, my god.

What happened?

- He cut her off.

- Who?

- This guy.

Blackway.

I don't... I don't

know his first name.

- Richard.

- You know him?

- Oh, yeah, most around here do.

I'm surprised you

don't, actually.

- I'm not... From

here, originally.

I mean, I was born here, but...

That was a while ago.

- So, what brings you back here?

- My mother died in June.

- You're Betsy

Warren's daughter.

My condolences.

She was a fine lady.

So, how long's Richard

Blackway been bothering you?

- I think this goes

way beyond "bothering me."

- Harassing.

- He attacked me.

- When was this?

- Last week, after work.

- Where?

- Sullivan's.

I waitress there, a

couple of nights a week.

- Why didn't you report it then?

- I didn't think that I was

ever gonna see him again.

I thought he was

just passing through.

But now he's everywhere I go.

The grocery store,

the gas station...

- Well, it's a small town.

You run into the same people...

- no, no.

He's following me.

- Well...

- watching me.

- 'Fraid there's not

much I can do for you.

If you'd come in, last week,

after the alleged assault...

- "Alleged"?

There were witnesses.

- Let me ask you something.

Did your mother

leave you the house?

- Yes.

- Well, my advice

is, you unload it

for whatever you can get for it,

and catch a bus back to wherever

it was you were living

before Betsy passed.

- Can't you do something?

Call him in for

questioning or something?

I...Just get him

to leave me alone.

Give me a restraining

order, something.

- It's just not

the way it works around here.

- How do things

work around here?

You sit on your asses until

he breaks into my house

and does god knows what to me?

Huh?

F*** it, whatever, I don't

even know why I bothered.

- Miss Warren.

You know the saw mill,

the other side of town?

Big place, by the

side of the road.

- Uh huh.

- Maple lake timber.

You might try going out there,

and see if Scotty's around.

- And he can get Blackwell

to leave me alone?

- Well, he will if

Whizzer asks him.

- Who's Whizzer?

- Whizzer's the

boss, he, uh, he runs the place.

You go see him, go see Whizzer.

Oh, and if you want, you

can leave your cat with me,

I'll make sure

she gets cremated.

- No, I got it.

- 'Night, Lillian.

- F*** you!

You say "f*** you" again, one

of these nights, I just might.

- Stop.

- Get down, get down.

- I can't hear you.

What?

Want to get a coffee?

- Get out of here, go on.

- Lonely old timers took me out

back,

to the log bunkhouse, to show me

a big Douglas fir,

they'd left standing.

And I'm not just talking

about an ordinary pine,

I'm talking... This,

this one was special.

It's what, uh, old wood choppers

used to call a "wood's wife."

Um, had a knothole in the

trunk, about yea high.

And what you did,

the mood strikes you,

you got yourself a hand full

of lard, for the kitchen.

And you greased up that

knothole, real good.

And, then, uh...

Well...

- You're shitting me.

God's truest.

What do you think

goes on up there, huh?

50 loggers stuck up there

in the woods, all winter?

No women?

There's just so much

checkers a man can play.

- I'll be damned.

- Some folks call

'em "p*ssy pines."

- You screwed a tree?

Still picking the

splinters out.

Hey, what's up?

- Lady in a little car.

Recognize her?

- Yeah, I seen her waitressin'

over at Sullivan's.

Helps out with the kids at

the elementary school, too.

- Which one of you is Whizzer?

- Help you?

- Guy named Scotty work for you?

- Who told you that?

- The sheriff.

Scotty ain't here.

- He's upstate,

went to white river.

- He got a brother up that way.

- It's not his

brother, it's his uncle.

It's his brother,

I played pool with the guy.

- What do you want with Scotty?

- This guy's been bothering me.

He killed my cat.

He trashed my f***ing car.

I need someone to

help me... Talk to him?

I don't know, threaten him,

if that's what it takes.

The name's Blackway.

- You tell sheriff Windgate

about Blackway bothering you?

- He said there's

nothing he can do.

He said to come here,

and ask for Scotty.

He said Scotty would

know what to do.

- He'd

say, "get another cat."

- There you go.

- Or leave town.

- I am not leaving.

- Why not?

- Because, this is

where I live now.

- A pretty girl like you

could live plenty of places.

Where were you before this?

- Seattle.

- Seattle's nice, go back.

- You know

where else is real nice?

- Portland.

- What is wrong with you people?

I grew up here.

This property's all I got, and

I put a lot of work into it.

I will be damned if some a**hole

is gonna run me out of town.

So I will ask you one more time.

How do I find Scotty?

- I'm sorry, miss, Scotty's

not here, and I can't help you.

- Pathetic.

- F***!

Ugh, damn it!

- Anybody wants

to go with her, I'll pay ya

a week's wages and cover

your funeral expenses.

- Yeah, I'll do it.

I'll go with her.

- What's that, Les?

- I said, "I'll go with her."

- You, you gonna

go find Blackway?

- Sure, why not?

- You're

not... Seriously thinking

of taking on

Blackway by yourself?

- No, I'll take Nate with me.

- You think he's up to it?

- I can ask him.

Nate?

- Whaddya say,

Nate, you wanna go with Les?

- I d-d-don't mind.

- You know who

Blackway is, dontcha?

- I seen him.

- Think you'll be up for it?

- I guess.

He's kinda old, ain't he?

- Yeah, like me.

- You sure about this, Les?

- Yeah.

Mm.

- This ain't your fight, you

didn't go askin' for this.

- No, she didn't,

either, did she?

- Maybe so.

But, sure as hell

would be better,

for everyone involved,

if she just left town.

- Yeah.

- Well.

- Ok, um, I'm leaving this here.

Don't you touch it with

that thing on your lip.

Come, let's go.

Come on.

Hey.

Trouble?

- Damn thing won't start.

- I'm not surprised, your

battery's screwed up.

Terminal's corroded.

Useless.

Ok, we'll, um, use

Nate's truck, ok?

- For what?

- What do you think?

To find your friend Blackway,

isn't that what you want?

Scotty's not gonna

help you, he's

as scared of Blackway

as everyone else is.

My name is Lester, by the way.

That's Nate.

- He's like 100 years old.

- Close.

- Sh*t.

You don't have any

friends who could help me?

- Pickup only seats three.

- Give me the keys.

- It's my truck.

- Give me the keys, come on.

Get in the truck.

- You think Whizzer's serious

about paying us a week's wages...

- no.

- I can pay you.

- Yeah?

- I've got some

money from my mom's...

- we don't need your money.

Get in.

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