Dead and Gone Page #2

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Some folks say it got built

on an old Indian graveyard.

Bad things happen here.

I see.

Look, I'm serious. You need friends,

you want to live up in these mountains.

We have enough friends.

I could stay up here tonight,

you know, for a couple bucks.

Protection.

Look, thanks for the kind offer,

but my wife and I

will be just fine.

Yeah.

Sure.

Jack.

Afternoon, Mr. Wade...

Jack.

Constable Kate.

Okay. Now this is awkward.

Uh, okay, here's where I pretend like

I was just in the neighborhood

and stopped by to see

if you wanted to go fishing.

I like that part,

but I don't care for fish.

Oh, that's okay,

I don't bait the hook.

I just don't understand

how you can handle

something like that

all by yourself.

Something like what?

How long can you

be away from her?

Not long.

So you know?

Yeah, you know, the moving guy

told the gas-station guy

and his wife told me.

Why don't you get

some professional help?

Money.

Anyway, I used to be

a medical student before I flunked out.

So what happened to her?

Plastic surgery.

I know, pretty Hollywood, isn't it?

Frankie went in

for some liposuction and never woke up.

Where did you guys meet?

I came here a few years ago

after I left England.

You know, I was

a starving artist, sometime actor...

Frankie was doing

some movies for cable TV.

She bought some of my stuff,

eventually gave me a part or two.

Then we got together.

Well, does everybody do that

to themselves in California?

What, the dating

or the surgery?

It just seems that way.

Go on, I'm curious.

Well, Frankie told me

I was gonna be a star.

I bought it.

Well, why wouldn't you?

Well, you can guess

what came next.

She put me in one

of her movies... I sucked.

Well, I was younger

and a lot dumber then.

What can I do?

Yeah, well I figure most folks

have a fairly long list of regrets.

Should we go?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Yeah, a few years ago, Frankie had

a bad reaction to some new anesthetic,

- and went under.

- And you two were married by then?

Yeah.

How'd you end up here?

The cabin's the only thing I still own.

I won it in a poker game.

I never really got round to using it.

And what about yourself?

Oh, I grew up around here.

I tried to live down

in Reno for a while,

but I'm not quite cut out

to be a flatlander.

You never married?

Once, almost.

It's... it's a long story.

Take your time.

I met Ken when I was

in the army over in Iraq.

Some sh*t went down that changed me.

Ken was a red-state lifer,

and I wanted out.

You don't carry a weapon?

I've had enough of guns.

And fish-hooks.

Them too.

Look, thanks for stopping by.

Uh, yeah, well I figured you could

use the change of pace, so...

I did.

Well, maybe we can

do it again sometime.

Yeah, sure.

And thanks.

- Okay.

- All right.

- Oh, bye.

- Bye.

Hello, my friends,

and welcome to another hour

of the Reverend Grass Gospel

and Prayer Meeting now.

And so you ask,

"Is my mortal soul at risk?"

I say unto you,

brothers and sisters,

do fishes fornicate

in the water?

Of course!

The Book says,

"When the lamb opened

the Second Seal,

I heard the second living

creature come,

and then another horse

came out of the fiery... "

"... and I was given power

to take peace from the earth...

and to make men

slay each other. "

To him was given

a large sword.

So fear God, my friends.

Fear Him and repent.

I should have brought

a f***in' gun.

- Hello?

- Is something wrong? You sound funny.

Peggy, hi.

No, it's... I'm just having

a bit of a rough night, that's all.

Did you... did you speak

to your IRS friend at all?

He said that there was paperwork that

never got signed for the living trust.

Sh*t!

Sh*t, Frankie promised me

she'd take care of that.

Well, what am I

supposed to do now?

There's nothing left.

Okay, I'll keep on

working on it.

Look, please just

do whatever you can.

So when we get

a cut of the check,

maybe I should visit?

I really want to see you.

No, I'm not telling you where

I am until I'm in the clear.

Hey, well, you know, I just...

ahem. Just think

about it, Jack, okay?

Just cut the best deal

you can, okay?

Please.

Thanks.

The magic fingers.

Grace, tinkle those organs.

Tinkle those organs

of the Lord,

and let him hear

your grace and power.

So listen to me.

Listen very closely to me,

brothers and sisters.

You pull out the credit card

and show God that you love him.

There is only one way

to show God that you love Him,

and that is to show Him

with your checkbook

and your pocketbook

and your credit cards.

Give... give from the heart.

Give as much as you can!

Give till it hurts.

Are you really gonna f***

that little ambulance-chaser,

Peggy Goldstein?

I mean, really.

What...

Of all the people

I'd expect you to bone when I'm gone,

you picked that skinny little slut?

But hey,

if you're gonna do it anyway,

mm, can I watch?

You're not real.

You miserable b*tch.

Are you faking?

So fear God, my friends.

Fear Him, and repent!

Repent, brothers!

Now, let us pray.

"Almighty God,

Almighty God,

release me from this temptation.

Release me from

these earthly bones,

and let me give...

give all that I have

to you, Reverend Grass.

Save my immortal sin. "

Thank you.

Thank you, God.

Frankie?

Frankie, where are you?

Frankie?

Jack.

Jack.

Stop f***ing with my head!

Frankie!

Stop f***ing with my head!

Take it easy on those drugs.

Frankie?

Rain won't last long.

Not this time of year.

Is that really you?

Do you like country music?

I can't remember.

You're not real.

You're not here.

# And he died alone #

# After 40 years #

# Of pain. #

Sh*t.

Damn, that tastes good.

How long have you been faking it?

Faking what?

Spare me, Frankie.

Are you in a coma or not?

Like all questions

of universal importance,

the answer to that is...

yes and no.

Oh, my little boy-toy,

why do you hate me so much?

You ruined my life.

You got greedy

and ruined your own life.

Me?

I just wanted

a little more hot sex.

You know,

before the crotch dried up.

Go away, please.

You wish.

Actually, I'm kind

of stuck in between now.

You know what?

I think I like it this way.

Die.

I hate your stinking guts.

Hear me?

Come on, say something.

Ah! Ah!

Ah! Let me go!

Let me go!

You tryin' to steal my stuff?

You let me go,

let me go!

Are you tryin' to shoot

a pic of my wife?

Huh, f*** you, man.

- Huh? F*** me?

- No no no no!

I was just gonna look

for a little cash, that's all.

That's all. I'm sorry.

"Was"?

Please let me go.

I'll never come back.

- I swear.

- Jesus.

Sorry... sorry.

You're pathetic. Piss off!

You really

f***in' hurt me, man.

I'm gonna tell my brother

about this!

Moss is gonna get you!

- Boo!

- You only think you're alone, man!

You hear me?

You only think you're alone!

Ah ah!

Thank you, Susie.

Now this week, we're gonna

be having a cold temperature drop

coming in

from the mountain area,

meeting up with some thermals

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