Dark Places Page #3

I think...

I saw Ben as I was standing

at the door of my mom's room.

He was threatening her with our shotgun.

Satan encourages you

to do what feels good.

Because we're all basically animals.

Settle down. Quiet.

Benjamin, you do understand

this is very serious, don't you?

- Hi, Libby.

- Hey, Ben.

- I never thought I'd see you here.

- Yeah, well, I never thought I'd come.

Turns out you got

a couple of fans outside.

People who take you

for the victim, well played.

I thought about you

a lot over the years.

Every once in a while, someone

tells me about you but it's not the same.

How's it in there?

I'm fine. Really, I am.

I have my high school diploma.

I'm even part way

to a college degree. English.

I read f***ing Shakespeare now.

Good for you.

Man, Libby, you're so beautiful.

You've got Mom's eyes.

You must hear that all the time.

Who would tell me that?

Runner's gone, don't know where.

Diane's dead. There's no one.

That's not good.

They should've taken better care of you.

You're born again?

You found Jesus in there?

Why are you being so nice to me?

I'm not that nice, Libby.

I got a lot of anger for a lot of people.

Just... you're not one of them.

What?

You're different.

You're different than I imagined.

You know, we don't have

to stay in this room.

This room is designated for death row

inmates. We can be in an open room.

Unless you requested this one?

- Remember that horse, Yellow?

- Yellow?

The famous horse

that refused to be ridden?

- What, did he bite you?

- Nothing that dramatic.

Just thought I had a good hold of him,

he threw me against the fence

and slammed my hand against a nail.

Runner been in here?

You know where he is?

The last letter came care of Bert Nolan's

Group Home for Men somewhere in Oklahoma.

He asked me for $500 to carry on

his research on my behalf.

Good ol' Runner.

- What's the tat on your arm?

- Oh, it's a old flame.

We started out as pen pals.

I thought I loved her.

I thought we'd get married.

How about you? You got a boyfriend?

Don't do that.

How dare you? Don't...

You don't get to do that.

Libby, I'm...

No, you don't get to ask me

f***ing questions.

I mean, here comes my little sister

after all these years.

And I'm thinking,

"Maybe this one thing will work out."

Maybe I won't be so f***ing lonely.

We can talk about a goddamn horse,

that's all I'm asking for,

something just as tiny as that.

I don't remember the horse.

Yellow? It was a dirty old farm horse.

- But it was your horse.

- How come I can't remember him?

You were pretty young

when Mom had to sell him.

Broke her heart,

but she needed the money.

I can tell you all about him.

- Go ahead, ask the question.

- I don't need to ask.

- I know you killed them.

- No, I did not.

That's not what you said back then.

Of course not, I was a teenage boy

in a house full of girls.

At school I was the kid

that nobody paid attention to.

In that court room,

people were scared of me.

- I was a bad ass.

- A bad ass who killed his family.

Libby, I was a fool, but I did not

kill Mom or Debby or Michelle.

Then why have you never filed

for an appeal?

You like it so much in there,

you want to stay there?

You know what I think?

I think you're full of sh*t.

You look awesome.

Told ya.

You don't think I might

be too old for you?

What's that mean?

Means that 17 might just be

too old for your taste.

Come on.

Come on, Ben. Focus on me.

Come on, baby.

Is that all you got?

You know, I saw a couple

of friends today at the mall.

You know a little girl

named Krissi Cates?

Yeah. She's in that art class I've been

helping out with after school. Why?

You never told me

about no art class, Ben.

Yeah, well, I'm just helping kids.

One of my old teachers asked me to.

Well, they say the police

are looking for ya.

They say you did some

naughty things to some little girls.

Everyone's calling you a perv.

What are you talking about?

I love you.

The baby's kicking.

It's Aunt Diane!

There are more bags in the car,

with some surprises. Go get them.

- You shouldn't have.

- It's what I do.

Are you okay?

The wolves are at the door.

That's too much.

I love the land.

It's like loving your kids.

I know you probably don't know what I mean,

but it's this overwhelming feeling.

Watching it grow and produce.

And reproduce.

But you can only work so many hours

a day, and so many days a week, Patty.

All by yourself,

you never stood a chance.

You should have done like me

and left this place.

You should have gone to college,

you had the brains.

- It's Mom and Dad's farm.

- I know.

It's time to let it go.

I don't see Ben.

- He left early this morning.

- How are things with him?

- Difficult.

- Where is he?

I don't know, why?

So what do you think,

is it a boy or a girl?

I don't know. How would I know?

- So you're saying you don't care.

- No, I do care.

I was actually thinking

of some names if it's a girl.

- Well, do you care to share?

- Not yet.

Are you sure Michelle hasn't found out?

She hasn't said anything.

That little weasel.

You know, I swear if I ever

get my hands on her...

Shut up.

You know I've promised my Dad, Ben.

He said if he ever found out I wasn't

a virgin anymore he'd shoot me in the head.

So you tell your nosy little sister

to stop talking sh*t about me at school.

Before he finds out.

Hey, it's Trey! Quit f***ing around

and get out of there.

You don't know him, Ben.

You don't know what he's capable of.

You know, I think we should leave town

before our parents get back.

Okay.

Really? That easy.

- What?

- How are you going to support us?

You'll have to get a job or...

I don't know, ask Runner for money.

- Runner? My dad?

- Yeah. He makes money, right?

He does handyman stuff, for work,

labor... he works on farms.

- Are you kidding?

- Well, yeah, what did you expect?

Trey! Ben doesn't know about his dad!

You sorry sack of sh*t.

You don't know about your dad?

What the f***, dude?

Hey, Ben. You're smoking

your dad's weed, buddy.

- What are you guys talking about?

- It's crap and he overcharges.

- Said he got it in Texas.

- Let's go find Runner, honey.

So we can get some money.

Get the hell out of here.

Teenagers across America are playing

with a new and frightening game: Satanism.

Their school books are marked up

by Satanic symbols.

They are seduced by heavy metal heroes,

many of whom feature Satanic imagery

in their songs and album covers.

The fixation on violence, evil and death

leads them to commit abominable crimes,

including human sacrifice

and sexual abuse of children.

We're in the very throes

of a new Satanic age...

Everyone at the time. Police, judges,

the psychiatric community,

- they were seeing Satanists everywhere.

- And there weren't?

A few lost, frustrated kids

take those lyrics too literally?

Yes, but real criminal Satanists?

- What did the investigation say?

- The crime scene was contaminated.

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