Eye for an Eye Page #4

- No, I did.

- I did.

- You did not.

- Did, too.

Hey, you're pretty.

Hi, Megan. Can I come in?

- How did you know my name?

- It's on the back of your T-shirt.

- Do you want a mud pie?

- Sure.

Thank you.

You know, Megan.

Not all boys are mean.

- I think I need to go now.

- No, you don't.

Hustle. Come on, you guys.

Everybody in.

Take it easy going up the stairs.

Tasty.

- Would you like some syrup?

- Yes, that's the best part.

Thank you.

- What about this one. Can I have it?

- No, that's for Mommy.

- But I want it.

- That's tough.

Tough?

"Tough titty," said the kitty,

"but the milk's still good. "

"Tough titty," said the kitty,

"but the milk's still good. "

That's right.

- Miss?

- Hold on a second.

Thank you, Angel.

- You'll be cursing me tomorrow.

- For noticing.

Thanks for noticing.

Yeah, well.

I don't talk to my friends

much any more.

- Either I don't call, or they don't.

- They're afraid.

I'd like to do this again.

Maybe dinner sometime.

Yes. And bring Mack.

Are you married?

Yes. Her name is Michelle.

Oh. Well, bring Michelle.

- Mommy! How come you're here?

- I thought I'd pick you up today.

- Is that OK?

- Yes.

- Look what I made for you.

- For me? A big cookie.

No, don't eat it.

No? OK, let's save it

for dessert. Let's go.

We'll put it on the shelf

with the others you made.

- I like the blue better.

- You do?

Well, I can tell.

Look, Mom. That's my friend

from the playhouse.

Hi.

Why don't you stay out

of my neighbourhood,

and I'll stay out of yours.

I don't really like kitty p*ssy,

but I'm willing to make an exception.

- See you later, alligator.

- In a while, crocodile.

She's really beautiful.

- Bye.

- Bye.

You have a nice day now.

OK, get into bed. Here's Mr Whiskers.

There you go.

Sleep well.

- Goodnight, sweetie.

- Goodnight, Mommy.

Come on, everybody,

there's a lot to do.

There's the new Marlin petition

and the Wedig petition to sign.

Thank you, Karen, and Jeremy.

- Hello, Lynn. It's nice to see you.

- How are you doing?

- Thanks, Jeremy. Hi, there.

- How are you?

- Mr Hughes?

- Sidney.

- I'm Karen McCann.

- Hi.

Actually, I was looking for

your friends, the Gratzes.

I heard what happened

to their boy's murderer.

Yes, I know about that.

I need some help.

That's what these meetings are for.

Mr Hughes. I heard you talking

to them upstairs that night.

I know you can help me.

Please.

All right.

There's a garage at Fifth and Temple.

Michael's Garage.

They're very helpful there.

- All right, everybody, settle down.

- At 7.30.

Angel, we're starting now.

Let's settle down.

A lot of people have asked to speak

and I want them all to have a chance.

Who'd like to go first?

Hello?

- Hello.

- Back here.

Hi.

- Come in.

- I didn't know it was you. Hello.

- What are you doing?

- Making sure you're not wired.

Have a seat.

Thanks.

- Coffee?

- No, thanks.

You wanna tell us why you're here?

You know why I'm here.

The man who raped and murdered

my daughter is free.

He got away with it.

This is my son.

They never found the killer.

Martin and I have both lost loved ones

when someone was to blame.

Why are you really here?

Why I'm here? I...

I can't rest.

I'll never rest again,

till he pays for what he did to her.

I need you to help me.

Do you know how

to defend yourself, physically?

- Other than running like hell?

- This is no joke.

We're not here for kicks.

We have things we'd rather be doing.

But we're sticklers for justice,

since you can't count on the system.

Justice.

Can you go through with this?

- Can you handle the consequences?

- Look, guys, I'm here, all right?

OK. We can help you get a weapon.

We can show you where to train.

We'll help you plan the hit.

But you'll have to pull the trigger yourself.

- I see.

- Do you?

Desperately wanting someone dead

is not the same as killing them.

Shooting paper

isn't like shooting flesh.

Think it over.

- You don't have to commit tonight.

- I'm in.

One, two. Good. Keep going.

Palm pulled back, aim into the face.

Break it. One, two.

Nice and strong.

Hit, hard as you can.

Pay attention, everybody.

Here we go.

It's OK to be scared.

You relax, grab the gun.

There's your target.

Extend your arm,

bring the other one underneath it.

Good. Relax.

Spread your feet out just a little.

Good. There's your target.

Now breathe and hold it in.

Hold it and squeeze, come on.

Mama.

- Mama.

- Oh, damn it!

Never mind.

Megan wants to show you something.

Could you pay her a little attention?

- I've a lot on my mind.

- So do I.

It's different,

she wasn't your daughter.

What did you just say?

You're not the only one who lost Julie.

I lost her, too, so did Megan.

Don't you ever say that to me again.

Mack?

She was my daughter, Karen.

I raised her with you.

I loved her.

And I miss her,

just as much as you do.

I can take him anywhere I want.

From this position he's open.

You can kick into the body or the front

kick into the groin that we learned...

He lives in this building.

He usually comes down this street,

and parks in this parking lot here.

There's a little alleyway right here.

- That's where you stand.

- OK.

When you hear his jeep pull up,

wait till he turns the ignition off.

When you hear the jeep door open,

you step out and...

- See you guys.

- Bye.

I don't know, if we could just get

inside his head, just get him to speak.

He's been depressed

as long as I've been here.

I'm parked over here.

- I'll see you.

- Bye.

- See you next Tuesday.

- Goodnight.

Here, take my wallet.

I don't want money.

I thought you were following me.

- I'm so sorry.

- I'm not following you, I'm parked there.

- I'm so sorry.

- Yeah, me too.

- I hope I didn't hurt you too bad.

- Well, you did.

Hey, hey, hey.

Relax, hey.

Daddy. No, no! Daddy.

- Daddy.

- No.

- I'll go.

- Let me go.

Daddy. Daddy.

No! Daddy.

Megan, honey.

- Where's Daddy?

- He's sleeping.

Did you have a bad dream?

Do you want to tell me about it?

Mama?

Are you still mad?

Mad at who? At you?

Sweetie, I was never mad at you.

Is that what you think?

It was my birthday.

You think because it was

your birthday Julie died?

Oh, Megan.

Sit up, honey.

Listen to me. It was not your fault.

Sometimes when

terrible things happen,

we act in ways

others can't understand.

I've just been so sad, Megan.

- Mama?

- Yes.

Will you sleep with me tonight?

I would like that. Will you let me?

So you trust her?

Yes. I trust her completely.

She doesn't seem like a killer to me.

I am not worried.

I don't like her type.

Her hands are too clean.

You need to relax. You were like this

with the Gratzes, too.

Well, gotta go.

- You pick it up yet?

- On my way.

- A.38?

- Yep.

That's what she's comfortable with.

I don't think it'll be a problem.

- Michael's Garage.

- This is Mrs Benedetti.

Hi, Mrs Benedetti. Your car's ready.

- When can I pick it up?

- It'll cost a little more.

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