Horns
Everyone in town always
took me for an outsider.
I didn't care.
The only thing that
mattered was her.
She was my garden of Eden.
And God knows how beautiful
it was until that night.
You know, no one is born evil.
The devil himself
was a fallen angel.
But sometimes when
you go through hell...
the only way out is to
walk deeper into the fire.
Are you horny?
Yeah, I'm getting warmer.
Oh. Fine.
No.
Yes.
I'm gonna love you for
the rest of my life.
Just love me for
the rest of mine.
Oh, here he is.
Murderer!
Hey, Ig, what does it feel
like to get away with murder?
Do you want to comment on the fire
at the lab in Tacoma last night?
Have you heard that the
police have a new witness?
You should ask God to save your
soul for what you did to her!
I should ask the Devil to punish
whoever the f*** killed her.
Hi, this is Lee Tourneau,
leave a message.
Hi, Lee, please can you
meet me at my parents' house
in like half an hour?
I really need to talk to you.
your phone, man. Come on.
Are you proud of me, Mom?
I'm so famous people
follow me everywhere I go.
Come inside, sweetie.
You just can't
talk to those reporters.
They'll take whatever you say
and just twist it around.
But if I don't talk
to them, it looks like
I have something
to hide. Right?
And how's Lee
working out for you?
I mean, you still think
he's up to the job?
Yes. No, he's keeping me
out of jail at least for the
time being... and that's got
to be some kind of triumph.
All right, look,
I know he's an old friend of
yours... but you don't have to
settle for a public defender.
I've got the money. I will hire
you the best lawyer in Seattle.
talked to wanted me to take a
plea. Lee is the only one who
believes I'm innocent.
Just don't talk to any
more reporters, please.
And don't admit anything.
I don't have anything
to admit to, Dad.
Look, honey, we don't
care what happened.
You're our son.
That's all that matters.
Oh, sit back down, Ig.
No, if you think for a second...
then why are you protecting me?
Because if I did anything to
her, then I'm a f***ing monster.
Shoot.
I got it, Mom.
Thanks, Ter.
Ig, look, I...
I don't have to go back
on the road next week
if you don't want me to.
Man, you gotta earn a living.
I'll sort things out.
Except I need
you to stay, Terry.
- Hey, buddy.
- How's it going?
- Lee.
- Hey.
Lee,
if you want some food,
we have a lot of
leftovers from lunch.
Oh, I grabbed something on the
way over, Mrs. P. Thank you.
How you guys doing?
Yeah, Lee, what happened
at the lab in Tacoma?
One of the reporters this
morning told me it burned down.
Yeah, all the samples from
Merrin's body was destroyed.
It's gonna be tough to recover
any blood or DNA at this point.
But that's a f***ing disaster
for us, right? I mean,
that means there's no evidence
- It's not ideal...
- F***.
...but I think it's too soon
to panic at this point.
And who is this new witness?
What is that?
I'm trying to figure
that out today and I'm
also getting your confession
Yeah, good. You know I never
confessed to them. They're just
looking for any way to put me
away for the rest of my life.
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, it's okay.
Lee can fix anything, right?
We'll see about that.
But you know, you don't
have to convince me.
Ig, I believe you.
If you don't think I'm
capable of murder...
just put me in a room with the
to start drinking, ain't it, Ig?
They put me on leave at the
station. Apparently, most
commuters don't like it when
their Dj's a murder suspect.
Yeah, so maybe you should
take your business elsewhere.
No offense, but you make the
other customers uncomfortable.
You telling me I make these
guys feel uncomfortable?
Alright, come on. Iggy deserves
a drink as much as anybody.
Thank you.
More than anybody.
Sorry you have to,
like, stand up for me
all the time now, Glenna.
Listen, Ig, if you're looking
for a friendlier place
to grab a drink,
I get off at five.
I appreciate the
offer, but I should-
like, drinking alone.
Thank you
tribute to our dear girl Merrin.
I know that Dale would like to
say a few words to welcome you.
Well...
it's...
It's real good to
see you all here.
The truth is, I haven't
felt much like...
getting out of bed in the
mornings since Merrin...
Ig Perrish...
he murdered her and he is
still walking the streets.
I treated him like a son for
practically all his life...
And then he
killed my little...
my little girl.
As long as he is free,
there is no way that her
soul can be laid to rest.
So let us all bow
our heads in prayer.
Thank you for coming.
Thank you, everybody.
F***.
Christ, Ig.
Leave me alone, Glenna.
What are you thinking
coming out here?
People could have seen you.
She went to church
every f***ing Sunday!
She wore a cross
around her neck.
And did it make any difference?
and let her die out
here alone and afraid.
Come on.
F***ing God!
- Come on, Ig.
For whatever reason,
in this crazy f***ed up world,
I was being punished.
When they looked at
me, they saw a devil.
And maybe I did too.
And now I had to look the part.
What the f***?
What?
Geez!
Let me have him!
Send him down.
Give him to me now!
You were in the bathroom
for a long time.
You still drunk?
How do I look? I mean, do
You mean horns?
Sh*t, so they're real?
F***!
Hey, Ig?
Can I...
Can I have another donut?
Why are you asking me?
One, two, three, four...
five, six.
Do you think it'd be okay
if I had six more donuts?
Yeah. Do whatever you like.
Thank you.
I didn't like it.
My stomach hurts.
Should I have another one?
Why will you have another if
your stomach hurts, Glenna?
Because I wanna get really fat.
I'm worthless anyways.
Nobody will screw me without
being totally drunk.
Everybody in this town
thinks that I'm trash.
Come on, Glenna.
That's not true.
You wouldn't have screwed me
if you weren't blind drunk.
Well...
And I know you were thinking
Glenna, you know, I have
no excuse for last night.
I just need to know if I can
eat the rest of this box.
Yeah, go ahead.
Pig out.
I think I'm just
gonna go, Glenna.
Yeah. Thank you.
All right.
Be quiet!
I said stop it!
Stop it and read your book.
Hi.
What can I do for you?
Yeah, I need Dr. Renald
to look at something.
Well...
that sure doesn't look right.
I'm gonna need you to
fill out some forms.
Stop it.
I said be quiet!
Go over there and
read your book.
Growth.
You know, for what it's worth...
I'd like to kick my daughter
right in her spoiled ass.
Do you think I should?
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