Deadly Sanctuary

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[laughing]

Tiffany...

[sighs]

Get in the truck!

- Let me go!

- ndale!

[screams]

Let go! Help!

Help me!

[screams]

[yelps]

I'll never go back with you!

Pray... I'll get you

before the desert does!

Tiffany!

The desert, it kills you slow!

[howls]

Driving down the road

Hometown in my rearview

Things are getting old

I'm needing something new

I need to find my stride

Gotta get out on my own

Gonna give these dreams a try

Far away from all I know

Under a big sky

In a small town

Got my hopes high

And my feet on the ground

Running headstrong

Into this mystery

Running

I've been saving up for a rainy day

But I'm fine with bright sunshine

And starry nights most all the time

Running

Yeah, under a big sky

In a small town

Got my hopes high

And my feet on the ground

Running headstrong

Into this mystery

Running, running

Oh, come on.

Dad.

Dad? Yeah. Yeah.

You know how you

told me that Castle Valley

is a suburb of Phoenix?

Oh, it isn't.

It's a desert.

Yeah, I know the dry heat

will be good for my asthma,

but what about all this dust?

No one even thought about that.

Yeah, right, right.

Yeah, Dad, the suburbs in Arizona

might be further apart

than they are in Philly.

You're absolutely right.

And I don't even know why

you told your friend Tugg

that I'm an experienced

investigative reporter.

Yeah, you were like, "Oh, she's

a chip off the old block.

It'll be fine."

Well, soon as I start,

he's gonna see right through me.

I don't think...

Dad?

Love you too, Dad.

[screams]

Oh, no! Oh!

Ohh! Right!

Arizona's paradise, isn't it, Dad?

It's absolutely perfect.

Hello!

Stop, please! Hello!

Stop! Help!

You having trouble, little lady?

Yeah. It seemed to develop a rattle.

Looks like a friendly

little gopher snake to me.

Oh, God, no!

Yeah?

- Ugh.

- [chuckles]

Well!

Where you heading, sweetie?

Sweetie is headed to Castle Valley.

I knew it, she's a snowbird.

A snowbird?

Yeah, winter visitor.

Here for six months,

polluting our air, clogging up

the streets and restaurants,

making golf more expensive,

then you skedaddle

back to wherever you come from

and... yeah.

Well, for your information,

I'm actually relocating

to Castle Valley.

I'm taking a very important

managerial position

with the newspaper.

Huh. Is that a fact?

She kind of looks like...

Don't even go there, Jake.

Come on. Let's go.

You take care, lady.

I saw a bunch of black birds flying

a few miles back in a circle.

Why do they do that?

It's just the desert's way

of cleaning up dead.

Probably a dead steer.

So, ma'am, take care of yourself.

[engine starts]

[engine starts]

[sighs]

[pop song on car radio]

What the hell are you doing?

Look, I'm sorry.

I just really need a ride.

You know, I could've just

killed you coming up like that.

Well, where are you going?

Phoenix, LA.

Maybe Vegas, I don't know.

I'm just going a few more miles

to Castle Valley.

That's okay.

I can take a bus from there.

Okay, get in.

I'm actually relocating

to Castle Valley myself.

Do you mind if we don't talk?

- Thanks, lady.

- Hey, hold on a second.

[sighs] Take this $20,

get something to eat.

You could also really use a shower.

Oh, crap!

What time is it?

WOMAN:

Pork rinds is two words.

P-O-R-K space R-I-N-D-S.

Yes, it is, Earl.

I'm just gonna go ahead and

change it to hors d'oeuvres.

You have yourself a nice day too, honey.

Bye.

Well, you must be Kendall O'Dell.

- Am I right?

- Yes.

I have an appointment with Morton Tuggs.

Sugar, you had an appointment

an hour ago with Tugg.

I know. I'm so sorry.

I got in really late last night,

and I had trouble finding this place.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You got lost?

In this town?

Honey, you're gonna have to dig

a little deeper than that

and come up with something better.

Well, don't you fret though.

He's on the phone,

and he happens to be

in a pretty good mood today.

By the way, sugar,

my name, I'm Ginger King.

TUGG:
I paid you a shitload

of money for that damn system

and it doesn't work!

Get somebody over here and fix it!

[slams phone receiver down]

Damn!

- That's his good mood?

- Trust me, honey,

once he gets a good look at you,

he'll be just fine.

Go on in, darling, and good luck.

TUGG:
Ahhh.

Mr. Tuggs?

It's Tugg.

If it was Tuggs, there'd be two of me.

And with that red hair,

if you aren't Bill O'Dell's kid,

I give up.

You certainly are a chip off

the block, Kendall O'Dell.

Have a seat.

Tell your dad if he ever wants to leave

that big, cushy corporate job of his,

we'll take good care

of him here, all right?

He might like it here,

but I don't know about Mother.

She likes trees and...

You know.

Oh, I do know.

Well, this place'll grow on you.

Spend one winter here,

and you'll never want to leave.

Oh, what about the summers?

Well, it isn't hell,

but, uh, we tell people

we can see hell from here.

Truthfully, it's not so bad.

Right, it's a "dry" heat.

You've heard about it already, huh?

It does make a big difference.

But let's talk about the job, shall we?

I'm assuming you like

our little town enough to stay.

Well, it's not exactly what I expected.

Seldom is.

But I could really use someone

with your experience.

I'm a little concerned

my dad may have oversold you

on my fact checker resume.

Your dad is a fine newspaperman.

If you're anything like him,

you got good instincts,

and that goes a long way.

Thank you.

- Well, then.

- [chuckles]

We're a small newspaper,

so we wear lots of hats

and we do a lot of covering

for each other.

But don't worry.

There's plenty going on around here

to keep the job interesting.

And I hope you aren't

looking to us as a stepladder

to bigger and better jobs,

because that's not gonna happen, doll.

Is that what happened with the

person whose job I'm filling?

I mean, it doesn't matter.

- I shouldn't have asked.

- No, no.

A reporter's job is to ask questions.

John... His name was John.

John had a nose for trouble

and could turn a phrase.

He could've hung his hat

with any of the big dailies,

but he liked it here.

Why did he leave?

Don't know.

He just up and disappeared.

We had the sheriff's posse

search for two weeks

before calling it off.

No evidence of foul play,

but truth be told,

John did have some enemies.

Just none who wanted to kill him.

What kind of enemies?

Husbands.

Boyfriends.

A couple of ex-wives.

Our sheriff.

He was tapping the sheriff's wife?

Oh, no!

The sheriff is Roy Hollingsworth.

Now, Roy, he was pretty hacked off

about John's allegations

that the sheriff's office

had bungled the case of two girls

whose bodies were found

in the desert last year.

John was not shy about

claiming that the sheriff

was uncooperative

in furthering the investigation.

Were the girls murdered?

Both deaths were ruled accidental.

So why was he suspicious?

I found this in his desk drawer.

Check it out.

He didn't tell me anything

other than to say

he'd been going through

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