Deadfall Page #4

When l got down

off the podium in Beijing,

he was so f***ing proud of me.

And then later

in the dressing room,

l told him l was

leaving home to go pro.

L said to him...

l said if l had a real coach,

maybe l'd have won the gold.

He still love you?

Yeah, l guess, but...

Well, you're lucky.

You should see him.

Lf l was going to see him,

l'd like to introduce you.

Lt's Thanksgiving.

That's standard procedure.

You don't want me there,

Jay, seriously.

L seriously do.

What about Patricia?

Lsn't she going to be there?

Who?

Now, don't tell me

there's no Patricia.

Who is she to you?

L'd rather not talk about her.

Lt's kind of personal.

L think l've told you

some personal things, Jay.

- Miss December.

- What?

Patricia is Miss December.

"Playboy," Christmas issue.

She's a centerfold?

A nudie picture?

And did you two have

a meaningful relationship?

We did.

She was very understanding,

not too demanding.

And were you... were you

faithful to her, Jay?

L was.

She was my one and only.

She never let me down.

Hey, lovebirds!

Roads are open!

And to answer your question,

she probably won't be

at Thanksgiving dinner

at my parents' house.

Good.

B*tch better stay clear.

Guys!

Dad, l think l shot him.

L think he's wounded.

He's wearing a buckskin jacket

with a blackbird or an eagle.

At least l think

it's an eagle on the back...

Just shut your mouth.

- Dad!

- L said shut your mouth!

L told you to stay

out of the woods!

You see what happens

when you stick your nose in?

People start dying!

Where's Travis?

A field, about 10 miles west.

He's dead?

Lf you were one of my boys,

l would hit you

so f***ing hard.

Lf l were one of your boys,

you'd be proud of me.

L want everybody

the hell out of here.

All of you.

You hear me?

- But l can help...

- All of you!

Shut up!

Chester Mills,

you'd better not be

- walking in here with your boots...

Shh.

What's your name?

June.

June, put that pan down, please.

Ls there anyone else

in the house, June?

No.

Step down and take a seat.

Who might come home, June?

My husband...

- Chet.

- Where is he?

Deer hunting.

He'll be armed?

With a rifle.

Why are you so calm?

A panicking woman

is no help to anyone.

L like you, June.

You do as l say, and l won't

hurt you or your family.

Thank you.

Would you mind op...

opening a window, please?

May l take a look at that?

Are you my mother?

L'm somebody's mother.

Ah, sh*t!

You'll live.

Well, that remains

to be determined, June,

but thank you.

Do not turn around.

Do exactly what l say.

Slowly put your hands

on your head,

interlocking your fingers.

To do that, l'd have

to take my hand

off the gun l have pointed

at June on the table,

which isn't going to happen.

He will shoot you, kiddo.

L don't think he will.

Don't try me, son.

No. He has too much to lose.

Sir, believe me when l say

that l genuinely like June.

So, for both of us,

would you please back down?

God damn it.

Open the rifle action

and put the gun on the floor.

Take a seat beside your wife.

L'm sorry.

Nothing to be sorry for.

Chet, is it?

How was the hunting?

You know, when l was a kid,

we had a Springfield 20 gauge.

We used to hunt

ducks and coons.

You bake pies

from scratch, June.

For Thanksgiving l do.

Oh, that's right.

Lt's Thanksgiving.

Would it be all right

if we went ahead

and served dinner?

Lt'd be really nice

to have a good meal.

- Are you out of your f***ing mind?

- L would like that.

- Honey...

- Chet, we have to eat.

Lt will occupy us.

Keep things fromgetting

too crazy.

Thank you, June.

Don't thank me.

Chet shot the goose.

Well, thank you, Chet.

What are you looking for?

Nothing.

L'm just, uh...

Wondering if the police

are waiting for you?

L know what people are like

when they're on the run.

L f***ed up.

Lt wasn't my fault, but...

l'm not going back to prison.

L can't.

Ls it safe?

Who's that, June?

Oh, my God.

Lt's our son.

Lt's Jay.

Well, well, well.

Careful.

The steps are icy.

- Hey, Mom.

- Jay.

Oh, Jay.

- l brought a guest.

- Jay, listen to me.

There's a man in our house

and he has a gun.

Don't!

Don't do anything.

He'll hurt your dad.

Please just... just come in,

both of you.

Dad, you okay?

L'm okay, son.

Good afternoon.

You must be Jay.

What do you want?

And this must be your wife.

She's my friend.

Well, l think the lady

can speak for herself.

What's your name?

Liza.

Well, that's a nice name.

Take a seat.

Both of you.

The goose should be done soon.

Ls that correct, June?

- Yes.

- Great.

L don't know about you all,

but l'm famished.

Chet, here.

Have some wine.

Take it away from me.

Lt's going straight to my head.

L need some food

and l need some sleep.

Besides, it's Thanksgiving.

Are you testing me, Jay?

Because that would be

a terrible idea.

This is Sheriff T. Becker,

requesting the state

police crime scene unit

and county coroner.

And be advised

we're losing daylight

and must stay

on the suspect's trail.

Happy Thanksgiving, Mom.

Hello.

Yeah, this is the sheriff's office.

Hanna Becker speaking.

Sure.

Detective Frank Mack,

Detroit Police Department.

Say that again?

Oh. Yeah,

l know the family.

L know where they live.

A concussion?

So you need his statement.

Got it.

L'll go over there.

L'll let you know.

Happy holiday to you, too.

Jesus Christ.

June, do you say grace

at Thanksgiving?

We give thanks.

And how does that work?

We all go around, say something

we're thankful for.

An excellent idea.

Would you mind starting?

Please?

L'm thankful for this food,

for God's charity,

and for giving me

His two greatest men,

my husband and my son.

Well said.

Chet, you're next.

L'm thankful for June,

the love of my life.

Wow, that was sweet, Chet!

How about your son?

What's wrong with him, hmm?

Let's ask him.

Jay, what are you grateful for?

Lt's none of your

f***ing business.

No, you're missing

the point, Jay.

Well, l'm not going

to give you anything.

- Jay, it's your turn.

- Addison, please stop.

These people haven't done

anything to you.

You best watch

your mouth, little girl.

Don't you forget

where you belong.

Give thanks, Jay.

And you'd better say something

l know you really mean.

You think l'm afraid of you?

Look at you.

You're nothing without that gun.

What if this is your daddy's

last moment of life?

What do you want him

to take with him?

Jay. Please, honey.

L'm sorry, Dad.

L messed everything up so bad.

That fight, they told me

it was the only way

they'd give me a shot at the title.

L laid down.

L let him beat me.

L don't deserve to be

sitting at your table.

This is your table, son.

And you're not the only one

who messed up.

Once again, June,

the goose was really

quite wonderful.

What are you going to do?

L'm going to have

some more red wine.

L'm going to have some more

of your wife's homemade pie.

About the police.

L don't know, Chet.

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