Brigham City Page #7

What's on your mind?

I don't think...

I'm ever going

to forgive myself.

What are you

talking about?

You know, Sarah had

this way of getting...

behind my eyes.

She could help me understand

what I was seeing.

If she was still here,

I would have figured out

this thing a long time ago.

I know I'm no substitute

for Sarah,

if you want to talk.

Lisa Colvin.

Do you remember her?

- Pretty girl, red hair.

- Yeah.

She died in that rock climbing

accident a few years ago.

- Right after you got here.

- Mm-hmm.

1 6 years old.

I can't stop thinking about

those shoes she was wearing.

- Remember?

- No.

The shoes...

they weren't made for hiking at all.

It never occurred to me

to look for foul play.

It was just

an accident, right?

Then Tammy Hillam.

She leaves for Hollywood

and just disappears.

All this time we've been

looking for her in Los Angeles.

I have this feeling that

she didn't get very far from town.

When you came to town,

Ralph couldn't

stop talking about you.

He said you were

the best worker he ever had.

Returned missionary,

Eagle Scout,

hard worker.

When I needed

part-time help,

I didn't think twice.

I just deputized you.

Then when I needed you

full-time,

it never crossed my mind

to run your prints.

I didn't even make you

fill out an application.

It couldn't have

happened anywhere,

but a place like this.

I finally got around

to running your prints.

The strange thing is,

you don't come up as Terry Woodruff.

I found Terry, though.

I found him in Snowflake, Arizona.

There was an article

about how he drowned.

In the Colorado River

on a youth trip

two weeks after

he got home from his mission.

There's another kid in town

who spent four years in prison

for raping and almost

killing a little girl.

A little red-haired girl.

The church folks talked

in the paper about how he had

turned his life around,

how he found God in prison.

And then

he just disappeared.

You know, the thing is...

your prints match that man.

I want you to tell me...

what you've done

with Jamie's body.

There's a...

there's this spot...

about a half a mile

up the canyon.

The horse trail forks off.

There's a little patch

of Joshua trees.

Joshua trees.

I put her in there.

- Tammy Hillam.

- (sobbing)

Did you put her

in there, too?

I don't know

what's wrong with me.

I don't know

why I can't stop.

I...

I've tried...

so hard...

to be good.

You've got

to help me.

I don't want to go

to hell.

Put those on.

There's one thing

I can't make sense of.

That woman from California.

Her hair wasn't red.

It was red...

when I finished with it.

Terry...

- Put on those cuffs.

- They don't forgive you.

Not ever.

For the rest of your life,

no matter how good you are,

everybody knows.

- I had no choice.

- (c*cks)

I had to become

somebody else.

Terry, take your hands

off that weapon,

and put on

those handcuffs.

This whole thing's

your fault.

You put a badge on me

and a gun in my hand.

You were supposed to protect

this town from people like me.

You never even

checked my background.

What were you thinking?

You brought the wolf...

right into the center

of the flock.

Terry...

take your hands

off that gun.

- Terry?

- April, stay back.

- What have you done?

- Terry, please.

- Terry, what's going on?

- Terry:
You're so naive.

You think you can

just close your eyes

and the world's going

to pass you by.

You think you can just...

get down on

your knees at night,

and say your prayers,

and God is going to protect you

from people like me.

(Terry snorts)

Well, guess what, Sheriff?

Jamie was praying

pretty hard at the end.

And come to think of it,

so were the others.

Isn't that something?

God isn't going

to stop me.

For all the praying

that goes on around here,

you'd think God would care

a little bit more about this town.

What is he talking about?

Terry, take your hands

off that gun.

You might as well have

killed those girls yourself.

- (baby crying)

- You're responsible.

You've got blood

on your hands.

- Bishop, no!

- Terry, please.

When these parents

find out what you've done,

they're going to spit

on your grave.

- Put the weapon down.

- What are you doing!?

April, take the baby out.

Take him out!

What do you think, Wes?

When I raise this gun,

am I going to point it

at my head or yours?

Tell them I'm sorry, Wes...

when you see

those girls.

- You tell them I'm sorry.

- (gun fires)

No! No!

(baby crying)

(April sobbing)

- April...

- You get out!

Get out of here!

(sobbing)

(sobbing)

(congregation singing)

(knocking)

(door opens)

Hello.

We're wrapping things up.

I just wanted to come in

and say goodbye.

We found out about

the California woman.

Turns out she was born

and raised in Snowflake, Arizona.

We figure he must have pulled

her over for a speeding ticket,

something like that.

Maybe she recognized him.

(Priest preaching)

The meeting's starting.

Are you going in?

I was supposed

to protect them.

I was supposed

to take care of them.

Nobody blames you.

You're a good man, Wes.

(organ playing)

You really are.

Congregation:

^ Nearer, my God ^

^ To Thee ^

^ Nearer to Thee ^

^ Even though

it be a cross ^

^ That raiseth me ^

^ Still all my song shall be ^

^ Nearer, my God, to Thee ^

^ Nearer, my God, to Thee ^

It's Bishop.

^ Nearer to Thee. ^

O, God,

the Eternal Father,

we ask Thee in the name

of Thy Son, Jesus Christ,

to bless and sanctify

this bread

to the souls of all those

who partake of it,

that they may eat in remembrance

of the body of Thy Son,

and witness unto Thee,

O, God, the Eternal Father,

that they are willing to take

upon them the name of Thy Son,

and always remember Him,

and keep His commandments

which He has given them,

that they may always have

His Spirit to be with them,

- Amen.

- All:
Amen.

(sniffs)

(instrumental music playing)

(female vocal)

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