Cold Creek Manor Page #3

Bash your skull.

Bash your skull!

Shut up.

- Hey!

Thus bringing active

light where there was none.

Today, New York City has the

world's largest concentration

of full and partial

cast-iron facades.

Sorry to bother you, sir.

Yeah?

We're gonna need to spend

a little money on the pump.

Is it okay to send

one of the boys to the store?

- Sure.

Just give me a second, okay?

- No problem.

- The best, from the 1870s,

are in the SoHo-Cast Iron

district.

Cast-iron architecture

was a mass-produced

American architectural...

New York, New York, huh?

You got a lot

of great equipment.

American architectural

innovation of the 19th...

Man, this room used to

terrify me when I was a kid.

- It was my daddy's study.

- Cast-iron architecture...

How much?

Couple hundred, max.

- Here.

- Thank you.

What do you make of these?

Uh, I don't know.

- You're a historian, right?

- What do you think they're for?

- I have absolutely no idea.

What are they for?

They're killing hammers.

Back in the day,

when Cold Creek Farm

was in its heyday,

there were 20,000 sheep here.

Come the season, they were

slaughtering 1,000 a day.

That's a lot of bullets, right?

So my grandfather and his

blacksmith, they designed these.

Pretty cool, huh?

Check this out.

Look at the spike.

Straight into the brain.

Small, little, clean hole

right through the skull.

Bam.

No bone splinters.

And no pain.

Design got better

and better over the years.

Then the bolt gun came out.

It became redundant.

Seems to be one missing.

Yeah.

What am I doing gabbing here?

We both have jobs to do, right?

- Hey, Mom.

- Come in.

- Yeah, the water's great.

- Oh, no.

Okay, look.

If you'll get in,

I'll clean my room.

- Oh.

- Okay?

- You never will do that.

Aah!

Oh, it's really warm.

Okay.

Oh, it's nice in here.

Hi.

Ah. Nice job.

Thank you, Mrs. Tilson.

It's Leah.

- Like the jet, right?

- Yeah.

Oh, we didn't know

it was gonna be this hot.

I don't think your daughter

likes me very much.

Oh.

Sure, she does.

She's just a bit shy.

She's a pretty girl.

Yeah.

Just like her mama.

- The ball.

- What?

- The ball.

- The ball.

When do you get to see

your children?

Not since the day their mother

took off with them.

It's a big country.

If you want to disappear...

they just disappear, I guess.

I'm sorry.

Must be hard for you.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Come on in.

I don't know.

Maybe later.

Yeah.

The water's fine.

- I've got a lot of work to do.

- Just fine.

So you did it.

Oh. Yeah.

Probably a foolish thing,

but couldn't resist.

And Dale Massie's working

for you?

Yeah.

Hey, can I ask you something?

Shoot.

Why was Dale in prison?

Uh, he had an accident

with his car.

He ran some guy over,

and the guy died.

Massie was sent down

for manslaughter.

It was before my time here.

I was in the Army.

Okay.

Can we go?

Yeah.

You met my sister?

- Yeah. Hi.

- Hi. Ruby.

Nice to see you.

Oh.

Who was Theodore Massie?

Dale's father.

Well, there's no record

of his death.

Well, it makes sense.

He's still with us.

Barely.

He's in the nursing home

in Greensville.

He's a big a**hole.

It'll be a public holiday

when that guy dies.

Nice to see you.

Regards to your family.

Oh, my God!

Jesse, get out of the pool!

Just get out!

Quick!

- Mom!

- Jesse, hurry!

Get out of the pool!

Now!

Are you all right?

Take it easy, guys.

I got him.

Oh, my God.

I got him.

He's harmless, guys.

I promise you, Mrs. Tilson.

You don't need to be scared

of this one.

- Triangle heads.

Those you got to be careful of.

Those are poisonous.

This one here...

Twist him around.

This one here has got

a straight head.

See, Jess?

You can touch him.

I promise you.

Feel his texture.

Feel.

Oh, hey, Mr. Tilson.

Hi.

- You want to hold him?

- Oh! God! No.

- He won't hurt a flea.

- No.

No.

If you folks are gonna live

in the country,

you can't go around being scared

of all God's creatures.

It's the heat

that brings them out.

Come on, little fella.

Put you back where you belong.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

There was a snake

in the middle of the pool.

Jesse was right in the middle.

Then Dale came up and got me.

And he took me out,

and then he got the snake.

- Mr. Massie.

Mr. Massie, you got company.

He's awake.

He just needs time to revive.

Dale?

Uh, no, sir.

My name is...

Fix that lower gate?

Mr. Massie?

Them heifers get out?

A truck will kill one

or hurt it bad enough

I'll have to put him down.

I'll be sure and check

the gate...

Well, you better do more

than check, you little bastard!

I'll whip you so hard,

you'll sh*t blood,

you lazy, good-for-nothing...

Mr. Massie!

I'm not Dale.

Huh?

My name is Cooper Tilson.

And I'm studying the history

of Cold Creek Manor.

And I was hoping that you could

talk to me about the place.

I don't talk to the government.

I'm not from

the government, sir.

Chocolate cherries.

Chocolate cherries.

Chocolate cherries!

Bottom drawer!

What are you waiting for,

for Christ's sake?

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Okay. Okay.

I'll talk.

Hoof-and-mouth.

Wiped everything out.

Maybe we did cook the books

a little bit.

What the hell

you gonna do about it?

Nothing, sir.

That was a long time ago.

Bang, went the hammers.

Bang, went the hammers down

till they were all dead.

All of them.

Who was dead?

Bang. Next. Bang. Next.

Bang. Next.

And he didn't have

the stomach for it.

"Pooh. Pooh."

Didn't even kill it.

Wriggling on the floor.

Making noise.

I had to finish him off myself.

You see, you have to hold it

like this, you know?

Pop.

One bang in the head.

It's better than a bullet.

Cheaper, anyway.

And straight into the brain.

Dead.

Give me another cherry.

Down the devil's throat.

No spine is what happens

when your mama's a whore.

Running off with

any old cock of the walk.

Piss for brains as well.

Give me that.

Here.

They'll always be there,

you know.

Thank the Lord.

Cold Creek Manor.

Tammy. Grady.

Lorna.

Give me another cherry.

I'm sorry, sir.

They're all gone.

You little shithead.

Nurse. Nurse.

Nurse!

Nurse!

Now, Mr. Massie.

What's all the yelling for?

Thank you, Mr. Massie.

Give my regards

to President Bush.

I sure will.

He means the older gentleman.

It was lovely meeting you.

Thank you.

You too.

Good luck with the house.

Thank you.

Nice to have a visitor,

Mr. Massie?

He's from the President.

No, he's not.

He bought your house.

What you saying,

you stupid little b*tch?

He owns Cold Creek Manor.

What...

He...

Dale!

Dale!

Dale!

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

Oh, my God.

Wake up, sleepyhead.

Go lay an egg!

Roosters are boys.

Shut up!

Hey.

Wake up!

Go away!

I'm gonna make breakfast.

Mmm.

- Ah. He makes his own breakfast.

- Oh. Morning, Dad.

Whoa.

Oh, Jesse. Jesse.

Oh, my God!

Dad! Dad!

Dad!

What?

- Dad!

- What?

There's a big snake!

There's one in my room!

- Kristen! Careful!

- Careful!

Where's your brother?

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