Deadfall Page #5

L feel pretty good

just sitting here.

Hey, it's Hanna.

Hanna Becker.

We know that officer.

She's a friend of the family.

Just dropping by

on Thanksgiving?

- l invited her.

- That slip your mind, June?

Ask her in.

No.

Do it.

Come on in, Hanna.

Hey, everybody.

Sorry to interrupt.

L don't think

you know everyone.

- This is...

- L'm the killer.

The one you're all looking for.

L'm sorry, Hanna.

L didn't know what to do.

L wouldn't either.

Give me your belt.

Take a seat.

Go on.

June, would you please

serve some pie?

Do you want pumpkin or apple?

L'm going to have pumpkin.

Seems more appropriate

for the holidays.

So, Hanna, what are

you doing here?

Thank you.

Lt's Thanksgiving.

Don't you got anybody

of your own?

L'm here for Jay.

Hey.

- Long time.

- Yeah.

L got a call from

a detective in Detroit.

He needs to talk with you.

Whoops.

You in trouble

with the police, Jay?

That's kind of embarrassing

for your folks.

L mean, this all seems

pretty wholesome.

What went wrong, buddy?

What are they after you for?

L'm dying to know.

L have something l'd like

to give thanks for.

What's that?

My brother.

Why?

Because when we were little,

he protected me

when l couldn't protect myself.

L was so young.

He thinks l can't remember,

but l remember all of it.

The sound of the gun,

the blood on my shoe.

My brother killed the devil.

He saved me from hell,

and l am forever thankful.

L love him so much for it.

But now l need a...

l need a chance.

L need a chance at my own life,

and l want

my brother's blessing.

L need him to please let me go.

Eat.

Eat!

Hmm.

You two in love?

You think he loves you?

Do you think he loves you?

Look at me.

Look at me!

- Don't f***ing touch her!

- Sit!

You put your hand on the table

where l can see it.

Stop it! Stop it!

Sit down!

Sit, June, sit!

God damn you to hell.

Addison, please.

Come on, let's just go.

- Just you and me.

- No, baby.

Come on, let's go right now.

Come on.

- We're way past that now.

- L'm your little girl.

No. Please.

Did you f*** her, Jay?

Did you?

You think he cares about you?

You look at your boyfriend now.

- Look at him!

- Please, God, no!

You look at your family.

You look what

you've done! Huh?

This is Sheriff T. Becker

requesting immediate backup.

L'm going into

the Old Mills Farm,

Mills Farm Road

off county line 55.

Possible manhunt suspect

on premises,

described as wearing

a deerskin jacket

with an eagle emblem,

possibly wounded.

Copy that. Units en route.

Be advised not to engage

until backup...

Shh.

Dad, the living room.

Happy Thanksgiving.

L'm glad you could make it.

Don't!

- Please don't!

- Ah!

No!

Jay!

Please!

Please.

He's my brother.

You love her, Jay?

Do you love her, Jay?

Yes, l do.

Sheriff Mills! To the right!

You take the girl. Go!

L got her.

Addison...

Ma'am. Ma'am.

Get him out of here!

Ma'am, l need you to get back.

Please, l need you to get back.

Ma'am.

Get an ambulance!

Come on.

That's it.

That other officer, the sheriff,

wasn't wearing a vest.

He's in rough shape.

Do you know who

his next of kin is?

What would home look like?

L don't know.

A farmhouse in the valley,

l guess,

like the one we grew up in,

Liza and l.

All of my trains

They all roll on by

Now and again

l remember who l am

Well, l woke outside

to three's a crowd

The sun above

was festering down

Drew my eyes open like ash

Chimney smoke

through blades of grass

And put on my black

work horse boots

And headed past

the business suits

Past water lilies

over streams

Rivers brown as coffee beans

Pistol visions in my hands

l wanna see my blood

across the sand

Morning always

looked like you

From my window

the only view

ls you walking away,

not looking

All of my trains

My life spent away

ln the dark of my veins

Oh, nothing could stay

l continued through

a backlit world

Where the willows bent

like long black curls

Down your face from mine

Through the kinks

in your spine

From the last thing we spoke

to the very first line

Love is something that

we couldn't help but do

That something turned

to someone else

Somebody new

l just loved to love

and you loved to cry

l meant it

through each second

That we said good-bye

And l came up past a station

Where the floors were all blue

Something 'bout

the way it looked

Reminded me of you

lt might have been

how far l'd come

So l dropped a match

until the floor was gone

All of my trains

l let them all go

All of my trains

l let them all go

All of my trains

l let them all go

All of my trains

Then l lit the thread

across the station door

Kentucky Straight,

l hit the floor

The station tussled up

in flames

But l could only read

the bottle's name

And l waned its breast

and turned it dry

Like the wake of summer

from July

Got up and tripped

over my knees

Which caved in

at the slightest breeze

Morning always

looked like you

Morning always looked

like you

All of my trains

l let them all go

All of my trains

l let them all go

All of my trains

l let them all go

All of my trains

l thought you should know

l thought you should know

All of my trains

l let them all go

All of my trains

l let them all go

All of my trains

l thought

you should know.

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