Frailty Page #3

But after I touched her,

all I could see was the evil.

And I had to do it.

I'm sorry you

didn't see it too.

You will next time.

You... you're gonna do it again?

This is our job now, son.

You've got to accept that.

I won't let you.

-We are doing God's work here.

-I'll tell.

If you do, someone will die.

The angel was clear on that.

Do you understand?

Answer me, Fenton.

Do you understand?

So you didn't tell?

No. I should have,

but I was afraid.

I mean, I loved my father,

but I was terrified of him.

So now you understand

why I know my brother

is the "God's Hand" killer?

Have you got

any physical proof?

I read in the paper

that only one of the bodies of the 6

victims had been found. Is it true?

You read it

in the papers, didn't you?

It doesn't necessarily

mean it's true.

Well, in this case it does.

See, the first victim

was found mutilated

with a note saying that

God's Hand had taken him.

All the rest, only notes

were found. No bodies.

How do you know they're dead?

Oh, we don't for sure.

But the first note said we wouldn't

find any more bodies from then on.

Said

he wanted to keep them.

I got a pretty good idea

where the rest of them bodies are.

The rose garden?

Now why didn't you

tell me that in the first place?

Would you have believed me?

Come on.

Here.

What's this?

Put them on.

Or I'll put them on for you.

Let's go.

So tell me something.

Why didn't you come see me sooner?

You're gonna wanna

get on 30 east up here.

I can't imagine how you can keep

something like that inside so long.

I guess I avoided it

because I wanted to.

You never did tell me why it is you

just keep one picture of your mother

in your office.

My mother was murdered a couple days

after that picture was taken.

Butchered by some whacked-out

killer like your dad.

Did they ever catch him?

No.

Is that why you took this job?

You're pretty good at this.

You ever think about becoming a cop?

Well, you know,

when I was a kid.

Well, you got

the instincts for it.

A cop's gotta have

good instincts.

You know what mine

are telling me now?

You're hiding

something from me.

What is it

you think I'm hiding?

Why don't you just keep talking?

Maybe I'll figure it out.

You okay, Dad?

I'm all right, son.

Here I come.

Dad, why did God

let this happen to me?

Don't blame God, Davy.

It wasn't His fault.

God let me do it.

What God lets you do is decide

for yourself what you will do.

-You're not a puppet with strings.

-No.

So God doesn't make

you do anything.

He wants you

to decide for yourself.

After that night,

nothing much happened.

Dad didn't mention it

anymore. Neither did Adam.

Once a full month had gone by, I'd

completely convinced myself it was

over and everything

was gonna be all right.

-Bye.

-See you all later.

Did you see

"Dukes of Hazard" last night?

Remember when Daisy Duke bent over?

I like Boss Hogg.

He's funny.

Man, I'd do anything

to really see her tits.

-Ahhh... you said "tits."

-Shut up, Adam.

You wanna spend the night tonight?

We can wrap Corey's house.

-I'll have to ask Dad though.

-My mom can ask if you want.

-Sure.

-I'll see you in a little bit.

-Bye.

-Hey, what's "wrap" mean?

Tell you later.

Come on, I'll race you.

Come on!

No, I'm gonna go

round on the road.

-Dad?

-In here.

Whose van is that out there?

Ours. Ain't she a beauty?

You friend's mom just called.

I told her not tonight.

We got some work

To do in the morning.

Dad told us that there were moments

when people could just disappear

without anyone knowing

where they went or why.

He said those were the moments

when God's Hands could take you.

According to Dad, nothing,

not even a camera, could catch us.

We were invisible

when we were God's Hands.

What do we do now, Dad?

We'll get him when he comes out

just like I told you, remember?

Fenton?

-I can't do this, Dad.

-"Can't" never could do anything.

-I can do it, Dad.

-You sure can,

tiger.

-Well, what if someone sees us?

-They won't.

-It's broad daylight.

-God will blind them for us.

There he is, boys.

-Come on, Fenton.

-Dad, I can't.

Yes, you can. Now move.

Do what I tell you!

Please, Trixie!

Trixie, come on!

Come, Trixie!

Trixie, come on!

What you doing, boy?

My dog...

she's under your car.

Oh, well, let's see.

Help me grab his legs.

Help me grab his legs now!

Come on!

Edward March.

You think that's

an innocent man there,

don't you?

Well, it's not.

You didn't think anyone

knew about that, did you?

-But God saw you.

-Dad, don't! Please!

Quiet!

And you can't escape God's wrath!

Can't believe

you still didn't see it.

He was the murderer

of little children, Fenton.

Babies.

Babies.

He's the murderer.

We gotta get out of here, Adam.

-What do you mean?

-Gotta run away.

Told you we might have to.

I don't wanna run away.

-We have to.

-Why?

Listen to me, Adam.

-Dad kills people.

-No, he doesn't.

-He's a demon slayer.

-That's all lies, Adam.

No, it's not.

I see it when he touches them.

No, you don't. Dad's brainwashed

you. It's all a big lie.

He's a murderer

and you help him.

No! We're just serving God's will.

I'm telling Dad on you!

Adam! Adam! Adam!

Get up and get dressed.

And don't wake your brother.

Sit down.

Your brother told me

what you said last night.

I want you to know I've never

killed anything in my whole life.

That's a lie

and you know it.

I did a lot of thinking

and praying after you went to bed.

I asked the angel to visit you.

But instead he visited me.

And he told me something...

I don't want to believe.

What?

It doesn't matter.

Because together you and I

are gonna prove him wrong.

You just don't have any faith.

That's why

you can't see the truth.

But we're gonna change that.

I want you to dig

a hole right here.

Need to be

about 10 feet deep and

The length and the width

should form a perfect square.

-What?

-You heard me.

Why?

Because I'm your father and you'll

do what I tell you. Understand?

-Do you?

-Yes, sir.

All right. I expect half that to be

dug by the time I get home tonight.

-Dad, I can't do that.

-Pray!

I started digging that goddamn

hole, but I did not pray.

I would not.

I hated God,

I despised Him.

My hatred helped me dig,

kept me going.

Dad's or God's or whoever's plan

it was, it would not work on me.

I knew what Dad

was doing was wrong,

and nothing

was gonna change that.

Fenton?

Sorry I told on you.

-You tell him about running away?

-No.

Will you go with me then?

There's no reason to go.

-He's a killer.

-No, he's not.

I've been praying for you.

Have you been praying?

Nope, and I'm not going to!

-But Dad said...

-I don't care what Dad said!

He might be able to make me dig

this hole but he can't make me pray.

Just get out of here

and leave me alone.

I'll help you if you promise

you won't tell Dad.

-I don't want your help.

-But there's another

-shovel in the shed.

-Get out of here!

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