In the Bedroom Page #5

She had four.

It was the youngest, wasn't it?

She told me about

a vision she had...

when she found out

her daughter had died.

She saw herself at a great

distance from the Earth...

and encircling it,

an endless line.

As she got closer...

she saw that it was made up

of mothers traveling forward.

She felt into line and

began walking with them.

When they reached a certain point

the line divided...

and she said she knew...

that all the millions of women

on her side...

were the mothers

who had lost children.

She seemed to find

great comfort in that.

How did the little girl die?

A drowning, some kind

of swimming accident.

The name of the game

is Texas Chase' Em.

- Oh, jeez.

- Is there a problem?

Why delude yourself with that crap?

- What?

- We're not in Vegas.

It's 5-a-card draw or 7-card stud.

That's what I said.

- Carl?

- A**hole.

I'll bet a buck.

Raise a buck.

Say something, for Christ sake.

Quit pussyfooting around me.

You want me to stare

at these cards all night?

"There are things of which

I may not speak.

There are dreams that cannot die.

There are thoughts that made

the strong heart weak...

and bring a pallor

into the cheek...

and a mist before the eye...

and the words of that fatal song...

come over me like a chill:

'A boy's will...

is the wind's will...

and the thoughts of youth...

are long, long thoughts'."

Okay, you got the two.

- I'm in there.

- I'll take one.

Okay. I'm gonna need...

I need them all. Three.

- Make them good.

- They're good, all right.

You know where we're going?

It's a surprise.

Matt?

No. I'm sorry,

that's totally unacceptable.

Yeah, so what did he say?

No, we can't allow that.

- Hold on.

- Excuse me. Ryan Collit's out there.

- His mother just brought him in.

- I'll call you later, okay?

I'll be back at 4, Janelle.

Sorry, Dr. Fowler, but you

just missed him. Thank you.

I really need to see him.

He go to lunch?

That's right.

He's across the street.

Thank you.

Matt.

- Have a seat.

- Thank you.

- My assistant, Jack.

- Hi, Jack.

Don.

This is Ed.

Matt Fowler.

So how's everything going?

It's okay, you know...

I just wanted to go over

a couple of things, and...

- When you've had your lunch.

- Sure.

We're doing everything we can,

Matt. I promise.

- What can I do, Bill?

- There's nothing, really.

Look, it can't be manslaughter.

There's got to be something.

Can't you find something?

Like some piece of evidence?

Doesn't that happen?

We're doing everything we can.

But I'm not going to lie to you.

All we've got is Strout, and

he claims there was a struggle.

Forensics can't determine that

cause of the condition of the house.

The best thing for you

to do is just sit tight.

Now, we haven't thrown in the towel

yet, and you shouldn't either.

We have two investigators

working on this case.

It's still a priority case for us.

We've got leads

we're following up on...

we've got a lot of things to do

before we wrap this up...

and we're doing the best we can

with the resources that we have.

You've gotta hang in there with us.

You have to have some confidence.

He nails these bats

above this scale...

because Bigmouth's gonna come

in with his catch, you know?

An old-timer says, "Ivan,

what the hell are you doing?"

The old man says, "Sending a

message", and he walks out.

I walk in, there's these damn

baseball bats up on the wall, right?

With a big note written right

across the front of them!

What'd it say?

"Here's the bats,

if you got the balls. "

He never messed

with our traps again.

Hey, Dr. Fowler.

Hi, Tim.

Did he ever...

Did he ever talk to you

about what happened that day?

I don't even see Richard anymore.

And he'd never tell me anything

anyway. Believe me.

Sure, sure. Of course not.

I was just wondering if...

maybe you heard something

through the grapevine.

Maybe one of his buddies

said something?

I was thinking. His brothers

still work with you, right?

They must talk.

What I'm saying is,

if we could find something...

just something concrete.

I could be just

a slip of the tongue.

I'll keep my ears open.

Thank you.

It's funny running into you.

Here, Dr. Fowler.

You know, well...

I was hoping we could talk.

I...

I wanted to tell you

how truly sorry I am...

and...

if there's anything

that I can ever...

do to...

talk with you...

I better get back to the grind.

Don't steal anything.

Hello, Mrs. Fowler.

- Anything else?

- A pack of Marlboro Lights.

Sure.

Now, that will be $14,95

with the cigarettes.

Thank you.

How did it go today?

- Something wrong?

- Wrong?

What could be wrong, Matt?

- What do you want?

- I want to know what's going on.

Right.

You're obviously upset. Is there

something we can talk about?

Talk? Who, us?

What if somebody walked in?

They wouldn't recognize us. They'd

think they were in the wrong house.

- Do you want to talk or not?

- You mean about our dead son?

We haven't before.

Why should we bother now?

What can I do, Ruth?

Forget it, Matt.

Why don't you just go?

What do you want from me?

I want you to stop acting

like nothing's happened.

That's what I want.

- Because I'm not hitting the walls?

- That would require feelings.

We don't want you

to hurt yourself.

Do me a favor. You want a grieving

contest, go find someone else.

I know how you grieve.

Go have another beer.

What the hell is that

supposed to mean?

What do you know?

You know nothing.

You don't know what I go through.

No, I don't know what you go through

or if you go through anything!

But that's your choice,

dear, not mine.

You're right. My choice is

not to scream at the world.

Maybe one of us

has to be reasonable here.

Reasonable?

Gee, Matt...

I don't know about you,

but I miss my son.

I'm glad you have time for reason.

That's what you imparted to Frank,

that sense and reason.

He thought you were

very reasonable.

What are you talking about?

Nothing.

Are you saying that I...

that I'm the one responsible?

Is that it? Well...

Let me tell you something. Let me

tell you:
you got it backwards!

I know what you think,

that I was too lenient!

- That I let him get away with...

- Everything!

Everything!

- And why didn't he come to you?

- He wouldn't listen to me!

- No, he wouldn't!

- He didn't trust me.

- Because you never listened to him.

- No, but you did.

You were winking at him the

whole time. You encouraged him.

You wanted what he had. Her.

- My God, you've gotta be kidding!

- You know it!

You wanted it and you couldn't get

it. That's why you didn't stop him.

So you could get your kicks

through your son.

You can't admit the truth

to me or to yourself...

that Frank died for your

fantasy piece of ass!

You want to know why our son

is dead? You really want to know?

He was with her not because of me.

He went there because of you.

Yes, he did.

Because you are so controlling...

so overbearing...

so angry that he was it!

That he was our only one.

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