Johnny Frank Garrett's Last Word Page #5

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This is Adam Redman.

Can I tell him

what this is regarding?

Keeping his lying, crooked ass

out of federal prison.

What the hell

do you want from me?

My name is Rafael Jose Chago,

and I can prove

that Johnny frank Garrett

is innocent.

You're gonna clear

Johnny Garrett's name.

Everyone's gonna know.

My house. Later tonight.

Oh, sh*t.

You're still in Lubbock?

I'm covering the governor's

re-election campaign.

I need you back in Amarillo.

I figured out

how to solve the curse.

You've lost your mind.

You really want to go

after Danny hill?

We don't have to go after him.

He's gonna clear

Johnny Garrett himself.

What are you talking about?

Meet me at Danny hill's house

with a camera crew tonight.

- How's Sam?

- He's hanging in there.

Are you coming home soon?

Yeah, I am.

I'm leaving now.

Everything's

gonna work out just fine.

I love you.

I love you too, baby.

Mom?

Hey, champ.

When's daddy coming back?

Soon.

He's coming back soon.

Reports are coming in

of a plane crash

just outside Amarillo,

leaving two people dead.

The passenger is believed to be

channel 10 reporter Kathy Jones,

a respected journalist...

Hello, son.

Cigar?

I want you to tell the truth.

Sam? Nurse!

I want to buy some restaurants.

Maybe a boss potato or three.

I'm thinking

half a million a pop.

Help! Help!

I'm not here to talk

about my restaurants.

You could send your son

for the best medical

treatment known to man.

You'd never have to worry

another day in your life.

He's coding. Bag him.

You take that deal.

It's the American dream, son.

It's what everybody wants.

Five, six, seven,

eight, nine, ten.

That's not what

Johnny Garrett wants.

You still flapping your jaw

about Johnny?

Is that what you're doing?

One, two, three, four, five...

My son is fighting for his life.

You screwed the system

to get your conviction.

I'm telling you

to tell the truth.

Johnny frank Garrett

was born stupid, boy.

You get that through your head.

Prep him.

He was abused by his parents.

Sexually, physically.

Strung out on all kind

of f***ing drugs.

He spent hours in his front yard

just whipping that f***ing bush

with a goddamn stick.

I ain't saying

he was gonna rape a nun,

but that filthy f***ing boy

was gonna do something.

Instead, he...

He brought comfort

to our little community.

Peace of mind.

Now, I'm a firm believer

that everybody has

a purpose in this world.

And that was Johnny's purpose.

Clear.

You can't play god like that.

Maybe even god

shouldn't play god.

Because, going by

your standards,

he sh*t the bed a little

too often anyway, didn't he?

Why don't you just

go ask poor Johnny.

Everybody got pain.

You ain't the only one.

You just got to suck

that sh*t up and live with it.

I am asking you

to do the right thing.

To end this right now.

What do you want me to do, boy?

What the f***

do you want me to do?

You think an apology gonna mean

one hell of a difference here?

He's dead!

Again.

You could make this stop.

Right now!

Well, there you go!

Now finally, you and I see

eye to eye on something here!

You f***ing crazy?

No more than normal, boy,

but the night is young.

Clear.

You stalked me for far too long.

And this sh*t ends tonight.

Again.

Clear!

No!

What are you...? What?

No.

I'm sorry.

No! No!

No, Sam! Sam!

Sam! Get off me!

Sam. Sam, wake up, baby.

Get off of me!

Wake up, baby.

Wake up. You're okay.

You're okay. Wake up.

Wake up. Wake up.

Wake up, baby.

Sam. Sam.

No. No.

I should have done

more to help you.

You were innocent.

But so is my son.

Whatever comes next,

if you hurt him,

I will fight you.

And I will never

stop fighting you.

Mom?

Sam.

Sam. Oh, my god.

Sam, you're okay.

Oh, god, Sam!

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

Oh, thank god.

Oh, Sam.

This is the bread

which cometh down from heaven,

that a man may eat thereof,

and not die.

I am the living bread

which came down from heaven.

If any man eat of this bread...

If any man eat of this bread...

He shall live forever.

Lara. Sam.

Hi, father.

That was a really good

service, father.

It made me think, you know?

Is everything okay?

Good. Good.

I'm a little tired, that's all.

Haven't been sleeping well.

Well, if you ever need

someone to talk to,

you know where I am.

I have been charged,

convicted, sentenced

and more than punished

for rape and murder.

And a lot of real bad stuff

has been said about me that,

if given the chance,

I could have proven not only

beyond a reasonable doubt,

but beyond any doubt

of my innocence.

But you, society, did not

give me a chance to do so.

I never really

went to school, as you did.

I didn't learn to read there,

as you did.

I learned at home.

And because of that,

I spent over half my life

in juvenile and adult

institutions,

detention centers,

halfway houses, state schools,

jails with grown men,

all before my 19th birthday.

You people...

I despise every one of you,

from the government

to the ignorant judge and jury.

The Das, the media.

And especially you,

cowardly society.

You think you can kill me?

You can't kill me.

I was born dead.

I will live on in the love

that is within my family and

friends and their descendants.

And I will live

in your deepest fears.

I am your fear.

You fear me, because I am

what you hate:

Yourself.

When you judge me,

you only judged yourself,

for I am a reflection

of you, society.

Your rotten flesh fears me

because when you see me,

you see something dark

and perverted and twisted,

which became so because of you,

society.

You think you can scare me

with death.

I've faced death before.

I'm resigned to death.

All people die.

I know that if I die,

I'm going to die

with a clear conscience,

a whole spirit, and as a man.

But you, society,

will live in shame.

In your nightmares I will live.

In your times of fear,

big or small, will I be.

Every frustration in your lives

will be me.

Every death of your families

will be me.

I will be the one

to meet your family's souls.

I will be the fear

you will experience

upon your last breath.

I curse your souls

to the deepest depths

of your own hell.

And I curse your parents' souls

to the same hell,

and your rotten

grandparents' souls,

and your stinking,

worm-infested,

maggot-ridden ancestors,

clean back to the damnable dog

that began your line.

I curse every adult,

every person that's born

after my death

that is remotely related

to your pitch-infested blood.

And because I know the curses

will be fulfilled,

I meet death in a better spirit

and stronger soul.

Johnny frank Garrett.

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