Johnny Frank Garrett's Last Word Page #3

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Somewhere I don't

have to see it?

It's a curse.

He cursed us.

And you got to admit

it's kind of weird.

Carol, novella Sumner.

You know, my daddy used to say,

"you talk enough about sh*t

and you'll end up with some

on your shoes."

Kind of like, "speak of the

devil and the devil appears."

Except my daddy

would never say that,

'cause he didn't like

to speak of the devil.

- Okay, buddy, come on in.

- Just till the storm's over.

Come on. Get that shoe

off our bed.

- Sam?

- Coming.

Sam!

I'm coming.

Adam.

You heard your mother, pal.

Uh-huh. She's saying

it's time for bed,

but I'm almost to fort hall.

See? I was totally coming.

Babe.

Hmm?

Babe, I'm at the blue mountains.

I think I'm going

to make it to Oregon.

Uh-oh.

Yeah, you better not save that,

otherwise Sam's gonna know

you've been playing.

He will?

Yeah.

So, what do I do?

I don't know.

Adam, help me.

What do I do?

Oh, Mrs. Redman, your son is

going to be very, very upset.

Sam, wake up!

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, Sam, come on.

Wake up. Wake up, buddy.

Come on, wake up.

Why isn't he waking up?

I think it's a night terror.

Hey, come on, Sam.

Sammy, you can do it.

You can do it.

- There you go.

- Hey.

There you go, buddy.

You gave us a big scare.

You were having one doozy

of a nightmare.

What's wrong with him now?

- Sam!

- Whoa, whoa!

Sam.

Whoa, buddy.

Hey, Sam.

Where am I?

- Hey, it's okay.

- You're in your bedroom.

What happened?

You had a bad dream.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to.

Don't you worry about that.

It happens to the best of us.

That was a pretty bad nightmare.

Yeah, well,

that's not surprising,

given what all the kids

are saying about Mrs. Moore.

But it wasn't

about Mrs. Moore.

Or the devil.

It was just...

Men.

Men?

They were in a circle around me,

laughing and smoking cigarettes.

But they were also using

the cigarettes to burn me.

Everywhere.

All over.

I was naked.

Mr. Clyde

tried to stop them,

but that just made

them laugh harder.

Then they burned him too.

There was a Mr. Clyde

in your dream?

Mr. Clyde was my dog.

You have kids

or kids are on the way.

We have a 10-year-old son.

Judd.

You sure do.

Judd's a good boy.

Most of the time.

Does get a bit of the devil

in him from time to time, right?

Yeah, well, you nailed it.

He likes sports and video games.

Judd looks up to you a lot,

in case you didn't know that.

There's something...

There's something potentially

troubling with your son.

And there's something

you need to avoid.

What?

I can't see what it is.

Then how do I know

how to avoid it?

Well, yeah...

That's easy.

I can just do

a full tarot sweep.

It's only 20 bucks

on top of the read.

Okay. So you helped crack

the Johnny frank Garrett case?

I sure did.

It's my most renowned

psychic achievement.

So you had a dream about him

and his dog, Mr. Clyde?

It was a vision.

Came to me in a dream.

That's how most people know

I'm not just some phony.

See, when the cops are in a jam,

they come to yours truly.

Wow.

Um, so then the police

came to you for help?

Then you had the dream?

The vision.

The vision. Yeah.

Yeah. That's right.

Then you ID'd Johnny.

Then the cops arrested him,

took his prints.

I'm just trying

to figure it out.

Then they went back

to the convent

and made the match?

My husband's back soon.

Are you gonna

cut the deck or what?

What do you know about curses?

Baby, this is just a reading.

You want a full consult,

that's gonna cost you

50 bucks an hour.

It's just a lot of strange

things have been going on

since Johnny's execution,

and I guess I...

I'm just wondering.

I don't know if...

If you've experienced

anything out of the ordinary.

Well, the moment

they sent that demon child

back to the hell he came from,

I had this sense of purging.

It was like a spiritual release.

That night, I...

I dreamt of sunshine

on the lake...

Fresh baked pies.

So you want to know

how to help Judd or what?

Judd?

Your son.

Aah!

What did you do with my sweetie?

Kathy Jones, please.

You know what kind of curse

holds the most power?

The curse of the innocent.

Those unfairly persecuted

who died unjustly.

Martyrs. Heretics.

Witches burned at the stake.

What's that got to do

with anything?

What aren't you telling me?

The psychic lied to me.

It just all happened so fast.

The tide was going with Johnny,

I got an exclusive with her.

It was a career-changing move.

I just... I went with it.

How can you be sure

she was lying?

She called me.

I asked her if she'd been

in contact with the police,

and she acted like she hadn't.

Well, she told me

the police came to her.

That was later, before they got

their stories straight.

Who got their stories straight?

Her and Danny hill.

The district attorney?

She tried to gloss it over.

Said she sometimes gets confused

after severe psychic activity.

But you knew she was lying?

Everybody just followed suit.

Lazy defense lawyers,

corrupt medical examiners

losing evidence.

A priest from St. Francis

not being allowed to testify.

A priest? Why would a priest

testify on his behalf?

Because Johnny did

volunteer work at St. Francis.

Why didn't anybody tell us that?

They didn't want us to know.

You're saying he might

have been innocent.

I convicted him.

We all did.

No, "we" didn't. I did.

I was on that jury.

Johnny was a troubled boy.

The things he shared with me,

with the sisters.

It was very sad.

Like what kind of things?

Johnny took us into

his confidence, Mr. Redman.

I will tell you this, though.

There were many nights

he did not want to go home.

He'd make up excuses

to stay here.

Find chores that needed doing.

So his fingerprints

would have already been here,

all over the place.

I'll tell you this:

Johnny Garrett was not

a rapist or a killer.

And I should have done more,

far more, to make that known.

I mean, I did try.

I went to Dan hill,

to the lawyers.

Said I would testify.

I just kept getting

the runaround.

Even from

Johnny Garrett's lawyers?

From everyone.

But ultimately,

I must take the responsibility.

I didn't do enough.

And so I played a role

in what happened to him

and what he finally became.

I'm not one for religion,

no offense,

but do you believe in...

I can't even believe

I'm asking this.

Evil spirits?

Well, I believe Satan rarely

misses an opportunity

to inveigle himself

into our world.

It could be in a jealous thought

or an angry gesture.

Or on the dying lips

of an innocent man.

Why?

No. No. No.

Would you rather be

a piece of pizza

or an ice-cream cone?

Ice cream melts.

Johnny Garrett was not

a rapist or a killer.

I convicted him.

They sent that demon child

back to the hell he came from.

Johnny Garrett was not

a rapist or a killer.

Johnny Garrett

was not a rapist...

I convicted him.

The psychic lied to me.

I convicted him.

Johnny Garrett was not

a rapist or a killer.

- The psychic lied to me.

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