Infamous Page #7

- Shut the f*** up, Andrews!

- Hush now.

Be above him.

Come.

This can be our little tree house.

How come y'all are so quiet?

Now...

...I want you to relax.

I can't. Not here. Not with him.

I may be wrong,

but there was something in your letter...

...that made me think

you have the soul of an artist.

Artists have the power,

through our imagination...

...to escape a degenerate world

and create a better one.

How?

- Close your eyes.

- Why?

Trust me.

Now I want you

to picture the most serene...

...and relaxing place you know.

Mexico.

I know it well.

Water like liquid turquoise.

Feel that hot sun beating down on you...

...warming all the tension out of you.

Feel the heat soaking into you.

And then...

...gentle as a feather

falling past your cheek...

...there's a breeze.

Close them.

Good.

Feel the breeze...

...that sensual breath from heaven.

Just let go...

...relax every muscle.

I'm ready.

When I was a boy,

we were always moving around.

His parents were rodeo performers.

It was a hard life in lots of ways...

... but it sure looked good once we lost it.

Mom and Dad had to quit.

That kind of riding wears your bones out.

But that's what they were: Riders.

So, when that went away...

...everything went with it.

Jesus, Flo.

F*** off! It's just beer.

F***ing a**hole!

So Mom left him, and she took me

and my brother and sister with her.

I dreamed Dad would rescue me.

How funny.

Me too.

Every day I waited for him,

but he never came.

And then one day

I was walking to school...

Please be real. Please be real.

Please be real.

Dad.

Are you here to take me with you?

I wish I could, but I can't.

I don't know how to take care of you.

I came to tell you to be

the best boy you can be.

And he made me get down.

He hated his old lady.

Never forgave her.

She took his daddy away.

A boy needs his daddy.

And did he hate the father too?

He always said he hated his old man,

but he used to do this thing...

...this excruciatingly poignant thing.

Dick says that sometimes

when I'd be sleeping...

Dad!

Dad!

Where you been?

I've been looking everywhere for you.

Years later, after the Army...

... I got a letter from Dad saying

he had an idea to make money.

Wanted me to come help him.

And I'd be lying to you if I told you I wasn't

pretty jazzed up when I got his letter.

He finally had a place for me.

I was gonna sing and play my guitar

in the bar.

I painted all the pictures.

I even painted the sign.

Nobody's coming here!

Nobody!

Know why?

It's because of you,

you useless piece of sh*t!

Your f***ing sign is no good!

I said, "Buy a neon sign"...

...and you said, "I'll paint us a good one."

F***ing sissy.

Come on.

He killed me, this guy.

Over and over my whole life,

the things he said and did to me.

It was always like having a knife in me.

So I decided to kill him right then,

in cold blood.

Sissy.

But I couldn't do it.

And all this stuff about Dad

and everything...

...it's gonna make me look like

a f***ing crybaby.

No! It will help people see you

as a complete person...

...not just as someone who has caused

suffering, but as someone who has suffered.

Can I see what you've written so far?

Not till it's perfect.

But I promise, it's sympathetic.

No one's ever treated me like you have.

Is it just to get me to tell you stuff?

No.

It's because I respect you.

All right. Time's up.

- Thanks for that beautiful thing you said.

- What beautiful thing?

About respect.

So, I'm sympathetic, am I?

You been looking out for me, have you?

What's the title of your book?

The "sympathetic" one about me?

I know the title. The f***ing guard told me,

and it's not sympathetic.

It's called In Cold Blood, isn't it?

It is, isn't it?

It's called In Cold F***ing Blood!

You sold me out, you sh*t...

...after I opened myself up

and gave you everything.

Well, you're not gonna get away with it.

One sound out of you...

...and you'll join the Clutters in hell.

Okay?

Open your mouth!

Open your mouth!

Open your f***ing lying mouth!

You're gonna pay for that title now.

You f***ed me,

so now I'm gonna f*** you.

I'm not gonna rape you...

...because you can trust me.

But look.

Look

That's how your f***ing title made me feel.

Don't let him in.

I need to talk to you, please.

From there.

Can we have some privacy?

In Cold Blood is the title of my book,

but it's not exactly what you think.

You boys did a monstrous thing.

And the public and their prosecutors

are calling for your blood.

If they get what they want,

they will kill you...

...not in a senseless moment of passion,

but with scrupulous premeditation.

That is the legal definition

of "in cold blood."

This title is a condemnation of their plans.

But not only their plans.

No. No, not only.

Look, you did a terrible thing.

You're not innocent.

That doesn't mean you're not

a human being. I want people to see that.

I'm not talking to you

until I've read what you've written.

It's tough to read the family stuff.

- But you told it to me.

- Not my family.

The Clutters.

There better be more than this in this house,

or you'll sure be sorry.

Get him to the basement.

I'll get the old man.

You don't think about it

if someone has a boyfriend, or is in 4-H.

Why don't you put some clothes on?

It's gonna be cold down there.

Yes, sir.

We didn't know anything about them.

Except that they had a safe.

But I don't have a safe.

How old are you, baby?

Well, now don't be scared.

- Let me help you down with these covers.

- Hey! Out here, now.

Now!

- You touch her, and I'll kill you.

- You can ride her when I'm done.

Let's just go. There's no safe.

You f***ing blew that!

We're not leaving, baby.

They've seen us plain.

Get down to the basement so we

can take care of that. I'll be there soon.

I'm not leaving you here.

F*** you, then!

Let's go.

I know this is crazy...

...but when I looked in his eyes,

I was thinking:

"Too bad we couldn't be friends."

He had 4-H stuff in his room.

And, I could have told him about my folks

and the rodeo.

- Why don't you kiss him?

- F*** off!

You never like anything to do with girls.

- You never want a whore.

- Shut up!

You won't even watch me

when I'm on one.

- You like boys better?

- Shut up!

- Go ahead. Then I can break his sister's box!

- Shut up!

Go ahead, sugar, kiss him.

Or would you rather kiss his daddy?

Sh*t, Perry! His hand came free!

Now, now you kill the women.

I wish I could have saved them...

...but at least...

I knew what he wanted to do to that girl.

Least I spared her that.

About the best example I can give you

of his split nature is this.

He told me what he thought

of Herb Clutter.

He said, "Right before I cut his throat

I was thinking how nice he was."

"He was a nice soft-spoken gentleman.

I thought that right before

I cut his throat."

"I thought he was a very nice gentleman.

Soft-spoken.

I thought so right up to the moment

I cut his throat."

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