In the Bedroom Page #6

- That is not true!

- Yes, it is. Yes, it is.

Even when he was a kid, you were

telling him how he was always wrong.

I remember. One time you yanked

him out of a Little League game...

and sent him home...

for throwing his glove

in the dirt.

He was what? 9 years old!

Everything he did was wrong.

Well, what was wrong

with him, Ruth?

You're... you're so unforgiving.

You are. That's what he said.

And you're pulling

the same sh*t with me.

And that's a horrible way to be.

It's horrible.

You're bitter, Ruth.

Point your finger at me

all you like...

but take a damn good look

at yourself.

I just wanted to talk about

what happened, Matt.

You want me to be open with you,

embrace you?

You scare me.

How can I talk to you?

Sometimes I...

Sometimes I can't even look at you.

God.

That's probably the police.

Hi. I'm Kristen Gellar from the

Rockland Gymnastics Association.

We're selling brand-name candy.

Each purchase is matched

by the Tandy Corporation...

to help us meet our goal

of traveling to Oahu...

to compete in the

East/West conference.

Okay, I'll take some.

Oh, and today we have a special.

Six bars for ten dollars.

Okay, I'll do that.

- Should I hold something?

- Could you hold this? Thank you.

- Okay, there's the ten.

- Thank you.

Here.

You can pick anything you want.

Any six?

Ruth...

what I said just now...

I...

I had no right.

No one...

No one should ever have

to hear stuff like that.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

You're right, Matt.

I am horrible.

Please, please, please don't.

I don't blame you.

It's just...

That girl came by the school...

and I couldn't forgive her.

I was...

I was so...

I'm sorry.

I've been so...

I've been so angry.

That's okay.

It's just...

I've seen him. I keep seeing him.

I know. I...

I know. In his room, you know,

sometimes I can swear he's there.

And today, at a stoplight...

...I could've sworn Frank...

- Not Frank.

Richard.

And I don't know what to do.

Ruth?

Where did you see him?

Everywhere, Downtown,

at the market. I saw him...

I saw him at South End.

He smiled at me, Matt.

I keep running into him.

He smiled.

It's okay, it's okay.

- Honey, you coming to bed now?

- Soon. Matt's still here.

Oh, well... Well, hi, Matt.

Honey, when you come to bed,

would you bring me my pills?

They're on the top shelf

from where the kids were here.

- All right.

- Thanks, dear.

I never thought about bail.

I thought I wouldn't have

to worry about him for years.

You know what I heard?

He's tending bar up to

Old Orchard Beach for a friend.

You notice even the worst

bastards have a friend?

Nobody knows him there...

If they do, they don't care.

They drink what he mixes.

I hate him, Matt.

My boys went to school with him.

He was the same.

Know what he'll do?

Five years at the most.

Yeah, I know.

Remember the woman

about seven years ago?

Shot her husband and

dropped him off the bridge...

with a 10O-pound sack of cement...

and said the whole way through it

nobody helped her.

- You know where she is now?

- Where?

She's up to Searsport now,

a secretary.

And whoever helped her,

where the hell is he?

It'd break my heart, Matt.

It would.

But, you ever think about just...

moving away?

Yeah, we have.

It wouldn't matter.

I'll lock up.

I'll walk you to your car.

- Good night. See you tomorrow.

- Wait up!

- Want to come over for a drink?

- No, thanks.

- Come on!

- Maybe some other night.

Just one drink!

Come on!

All right.

F***ing b*tch!

What are you doing here?

Anything I can help you with?

- Don't talk.

- God.

Unlock the door and get in.

Wait just a minute.

Let's calm down.

All right, all right.

All right.

All right, all right.

Unlock it.

Is there anyone in your place?

- Not tonight.

- Good.

Drive there.

Drive slowly.

- Don't try to get stopped.

- All right.

He was making it with my wife,

Dr. Fowler.

Don't talk.

Let's go to the back door.

Keep your mouth shut.

Turn the light on.

- Where's your suitcase?

- My suitcase?

- Yeah, where is it?

- In the bedroom closet.

Okay, that's where we're going.

When you come to a door, stop

and turn the light on. Let's go.

There's no wall switch.

- Where's the light?

- By the bed.

Go ahead.

Sit down. On the bed.

Which closet is it?

Where are the suitcases?

I wanted to work things out

with Natalie.

I tried to get back together again.

But I couldn't.

I couldn't talk to her.

He was always with her.

It was an accident.

I'm going to jail.

If I get out, I'll be an old man.

Isn't that enough?

You're not going to jail.

Pack clothes form warm weather.

You're going to let me go?

You're going to jump bail.

What?

Go ahead.

- Go ahead!

- All right, all right.

See, it's the trial. We can't go

through that, my wife and I.

That's why you're leaving.

I've got you a ticket.

My wife keeps seeing you.

I can't have that anymore.

Thank you, Dr. Fowler.

I'd go pick up my boys

and he'd be there.

Sometimes he spent the night.

Duncan told me.

- I'm sorry, Dr. Fowler.

- All right, that's enough.

I need some things

from the bathroom.

- Keep walking.

- I gotta pee.

Go ahead.

Wait.

Let's go.

They'll catch me. They're

going to check passenger lists.

I didn't use your name.

They'll figure that out. I would've

done it myself if it was that easy.

You were alone.

We got it worked out.

Who's "we"?

Start the engine. Let's go.

There's no planes this time

of night, Dr. Fowler.

Go north on 73.

The airport's south.

Someone's gonna keep you awhile.

They'll take you to the airport.

Turn the radio on.

Find the game.

- It's after 1:
OO.

- They run it again.

No more talking.

Let's see, the last Red Sox player

to have a 3-home run game...

would've been Trot Nixon

last year in Detroit.

Norman had one previous to that...

off with a fastball, ball one.

He holds to get back at first, the

outfield swung around to their left.

And a groundball roll

at a stretch stop.

Flip to second before it starts

back, it's four on the fourth.

Actually hits to a fourth

play to end the inning.

The second the inning is over,

Red Sox have left 7 after 6.

The Red Sox 7, the Braves 2...

on the WEPI Red Sox Radio Network.

he had hit too.

Hits one into the air...

- Turn around.

- Why?

We missed it, turn around!

There's nothing back here,

Dr. Fowler.

I don't understand why we

don't just drive to the airport.

You don't think we'd leave

your car at the airport, do you?

I'll do 20 years, Dr. Fowler.

I'll be 53 years old.

That's a year younger

than I am now.

Where are we?

Almost there.

Turn it off. Leave the lights on.

- Is this your cabin, Dr. Fowler?

- No, it isn't. Let's get the bags.

- Mr. Grinnel.

- I'll get them, son.

Wait.

You can take this.

Matt!

What did you do?

This isn't what we talked about.

He...

He tried to run.

We were going to wait

and take him out in the woods.

I couldn't wait.

I better get the ATV.

Wait.

Come on, we gotta go.

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