Johnny Frank Garrett's Last Word Page #2

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Have some faith.

You got a gift.

My husband is right.

Paul, you are

absolutely right, sir.

It is a gift

when a man is so good

with his meat.

We got kids running around

here, Carol.

Some of them you teach.

Laura, Laura...

Take it from this one.

You're a woman

most surely blessed.

Mom, mom, we got a man down.

Jesus, Carol.

Put a bell on that collar.

I'm sorry about before, Laura.

Sometimes I just quit

a beer too late.

Oh, don't worry about it.

It was funny, especially

coming from you.

You ever get dirt

under your fingernails?

I been getting dirt

stuck under my fingernails.

You been working a lot

in the garden?

They killed him

last week, you know?

Johnny frank Garrett.

It took ten years

but they finally did it.

I know.

The boy wasn't as bad

as I made him sound.

He's just troubled.

That da and his questions.

I got flustered.

That was a long time ago.

And no more murders.

So that's good, right?

Johnny's... you know,

it's just Johnny's murder.

You know what he said

to them, right?

"Kiss my ever-loving ass."

Why don't we go

back down to the party?

You can help me tend

to the casualties.

Sometimes I am there.

I'm sitting there

behind the glass,

seeing the poison go in.

I am watching him die.

You been having

dreams about him?

Uh-huh.

And other times...

I-I'm the nun.

And he's behind me,

inside me,

whispering in my ear,

"kiss my ever-loving ass."

And he's not...

He's not too rough about it.

And he's not too gentle either,

oh, no, ma'am.

He knows what he's doing.

Let's get some coffee

inside you right now.

I've been getting dirt

stuck under my fingernails.

Dad?

Yeah?

You passed out early.

Just tucking you in.

Okay.

Tickle fight first?

A tickle fight?

Come on, you're half asleep.

Please?

You think just 'cause

it's your birthday

you get to have a tickle fight?

Okay, okay!

Oh, no. Too late, too late.

Stop, I can't...

No, once it starts,

it's never gonna stop!

Hey, baby.

Hey, baby.

Hey.

What do you want?

What do you mean?

I know that look.

What look? Well, nothing.

What do you want?

All right, now, seriously.

We got ten tubs of sour cream

in the Potter restaurant,

in that temperamental

refrigerator.

If I don't fix it,

it's gonna be a huge mess.

Okay.

So, uh,

about church tomorrow.

Go ahead.

Really?

Who loves you?

You do.

You do. Thank you,

sweetheart.

Yeah, I'll just sit

with Carol anyway.

I'll take her to ihop

afterwards.

Well, you think

she's gonna make it?

I'll call her and get her up.

I've been meaning to spend

some time with her anyway.

She's been acting

really strange lately.

Yeah, well,

you got your happy drunks,

you got your angry drunks,

you got your messy drunks.

She's...

She's all three at once.

I mean, it's...

It's a little weird.

She said she's been

having dreams

about Johnny frank Garrett.

Hm.

I don't know about the rest of

the elderly women in Amarillo,

but those weeks

after the murder...

Stop. No, I can't.

I was terrified to go to sleep.

That's not right.

Terrified.

- No, he said...

- I'm innocent!

I wouldn't do that!

I wouldn't do that.

No!

Oh!

No!

No. Leave me be!

Don't you know... don't you know

who I told you to...

That's not gonna work.

Jesus, come back.

Jesus hold my hand.

The devil said...

No.

Oh!

The lord will protect you

and there will be no evil.

And the day of judgment

will come...

No!

Stop! No!

Who can read what I've written

on the board?

Lacey.

Read what I've written.

Go on. Read it.

"Kiss my ever-loving..."

Read it!

"Kiss my ever-loving...

Ass?"

A wife, a teacher, a friend.

We all knew Carol

as a selfless, happy woman,

who was loved unconditionally

and unanimously.

That is how she

will be remembered

as she takes her place with god.

This we pray, this we know.

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.

The lord bless her and keep her.

Amen.

Dad?

Dad, did you screw up?

What makes you say that?

Well, whenever mom takes a bath

and we're in charge of dinner,

it usually means you screwed up.

That's a good point, but no.

No major screw ups

that I'm aware of.

We're just giving your mom

a night off.

She sad about Mrs. Moore?

Yeah, we're both sad.

Aren't you sad?

The kids in her class,

they say she got

possessed by Satan.

Which is basically the worst

thing that can happen to anyone.

Possessed by Satan?

What do you think about that?

I think what you think.

Yeah?

What do I think?

Life can be shitty enough

without having to worry

about Satan.

Whoa, whoa. When the heck did

you ever hear me saying that?

Thin walls in this house, dad.

Yeah, I might have said

life can be "crappy enough."

No, you didn't.

All right, all right.

Look, miss Moore

got real sick real fast

and that's a scary thing to see.

Sometimes when people

get scared,

they like to have

someone to blame.

And who better to blame than...

What's on your mind?

So if we don't believe in Satan,

does that mean we also

can't believe in god?

Uh, hold that thought.

Mr. Redman? Kathy Jones.

I work for channel 10.

Look, sorry. I just don't want

to answer any more questions.

I don't think Amarillo needs

another story

on Johnny frank Garrett.

Oh, my producer

feels the same way.

Look, there's no story

here, Mr. Redman.

At least not one I can report.

I know you're friends

of Carol Moore.

Yeah.

I assume you remember

novella Sumner?

Sure, she was on the jury.

She died a few days ago.

There's been

a lot of strange things

happening these past few weeks.

Illnesses, accidents,

people connected to the trial.

He wrote it the night

of his execution.

Jesus. You sure this isn't

some sort of hoax or something?

Six different guards witnessed

him writing it. Tipped me off.

It's considered public record

so the warden was obligated

to hand it over.

I've got a bunch of other people

to talk to. Have a good evening.

Uh, wait.

Miss Jones, um,

they told us his IQ

was below 70.

That's right. His teacher said

he could barely read or write.

Well, then, how the hell

did he write this?

"All of you responsible

for my death.

You can't kill me.

I will live on.

In your shadow.

In the corner of your eye.

I will be your secret shame.

The fear that seizes you

upon your last breath."

Did you take all the cushions

off the patio furniture?

Uh-huh, uh-huh.

Sure did.

"And at the time of your death,

at the death of your

wives and children,

I will be there to meet you all.

Damning your souls to the

deepest depths of hell."

He wrote that?

Uh-huh.

"And your rotten

grandparents' souls,

and your worm infested

ancestors. I...

I curse you all

through the beginnings

and ends of time,

with illness, with terror.

With the agony and suffering

you inflicted upon me

and my loved ones."

Okay, Adam?

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

"Because I know this curse

will be fulfilled,

I meet death in good spirit

and with a stronger soul."

Adam, can you put that

away somewhere?

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