Mystic River Page #9

How you doing?

- I'm a little drunk.

To our children.

I always liked this bar.

- Yeah.

Yeah, nobody bothers you.

The way it should be,

nobody to bother you in this life.

No one f***ing with you

or your loved ones. Right, Dave?

Absolutely.

- Absolutely.

This guy's a hoot.

He can really get you going.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah, my man Dave.

Kevin, will you bring us a bottle?

Drink up, Dave.

- Come on.

Thanks, Kevin.

Remember we took Ray Harris here

that time?

Everybody called this guy 'Just Ray,'

but Val here called him 'Ray Jingles.'

This guy walked around

with 10 bucks in change...

...in case he had to make a call

to Iraq or something.

Are you all right, Dave? Dave?

You all right?

- Sh*t. I'm gonna be sick.

Come on. Come on, now.

Dave, use the back door. Huey

don't like cleaning it off the toilet rims.

Hey, Ray.

You guys come to make sure I didn't fall in?

Come here a second.

Sit down.

Let me tell you about Ray Harris.

He was a buddy of mine.

He used to visit me in prison.

He checked in on Marita and Katie,

my mother, if they needed anything.

He's also the one who put me in.

He ratted me out.

That's terrible.

- My wife had cancer at the time.

I remember.

- Ray robbed me of being with her...

...when she was dying.

The death part you do alone,

but I could have helped her with the dying.

Why are you telling me this?

I knelt Ray down over there and

I shot him twice, in his throat and chest.

We were both crying when I did it.

- Jimmy...

He was begging.

You know, pregnant wife, little Brendan.

He said he knew me.

He said I was a good man.

What do you think, Dave?

You think I'm a good man?

Who do you hate?

Come on, who?

No one.

What is it you think I did?

- As I was holding him under the water...

...I could feel God watching me,

shaking his head. Not angry...

...but like if a puppy sh*t on a rug.

Who do you love?

You love me.

What about Ma?

You love me so much,

I wanna hear you say it.

You think I killed Katie, don't you?

- Don't talk, Dave. Don't talk.

No, I killed someone,

but I didn't kill Katie.

This is the mugger story.

He wasn't a mugger, a child molester.

He was having sex with this kid in his car.

He was a f***ing wolf.

He was a vampire.

Get out of here.

Run.

Dave, run.

You killed a child molester.

- Yeah. Well, me and the boy.

The molested boy helped you.

- Oh, no. No...

You just said you and the boy.

- No, forget that.

My head gets f***ed up sometimes.

- Your wife thinks you killed my daughter.

Rather have her think that

than you killed a child molester?

People don't care if a child molester dies.

Why not tell the truth?

I don't know. Maybe I thought

I was turning into him.

I didn't kill Katie.

I don't remember hearing anything about

any guy's body being found.

I put him in the trunk of my car.

- Letting this piece of sh*t explain himself?

F*** him. F*** him. Do him.

- I didn't kill her.

Shut up. Shut the f*** up.

Everybody shut up.

This is my daughter I'm talking about.

Shut up.

F***.

- Shut up.

Nineteen years old.

I didn't kill Katie.

- Nineteen years old.

Look at me, Jimmy.

- I'm looking at you, Dave.

I'm looking at you.

Why'd you do it?

Me and my son. Me and Celeste. There's

so many things we gotta make right.

Make it right now. Start now.

Admit what you did.

No more lies, no more secrets.

I wanna go home to Celeste.

I wanna feel Celeste.

Right after you do your time. I did mine,

you do yours. Admit what you did.

The boy...

- One more time about the boy...

...and I will open you the f*** up.

I thought I was finished with all this.

I mean, killing people

and dumping them in the river.

You admit what you did, Dave,

and I'm gonna let you live.

Just say it out loud, and I'll let you breathe.

Admit what you did,

and I will give you your life.

Admit what you did, Dave.

Admit what you did.

Admit what you did.

Admit what you did.

I know you can speak.

So say it. Say you love me.

Don't look at him, look at me.

Now, you say it. You say you love me.

He never does anything without you.

- No, let me go. Stop.

I'm coming back.

You love me so much,

you gotta kill my f***ing girlfriend, huh?

Speak, you f***ing freak,

or I will f***ing kill you.

Say her name. Say it.

Say it. Katie.

Say it or you die.

Kid, you want to point that

toward the floor, okay?

That's a Sig, right?

Don't you want to draw it on me?

No, I don't want to hurt a kid.

Plus, it looks like somebody else

beat me to it.

Brendan, man, he f***ing punched me.

He broke my nose.

- We'll arrest him.

Haul his ass to jail if you like.

- I don't want him arrested.

I want him f***ing dead.

Motherf***er.

Motherf***er.

Admit what you did, Dave...

...and I'll let you live.

Just say it out loud, and I'll let you breathe.

You'll go to prison...

...but I'll give you your life.

Admit it, Dave.

Admit what you did. Admit it.

Yeah.

Yeah, I did it.

Why?

Why?

That night in McGill's...

...she reminded me of a dream I had.

What dream?

A dream of youth.

I don't remember having one.

So it was the dream?

The dream, yeah.

You'd know what I mean

if you'd got in that car instead of me.

But I didn't get in that car, Dave.

Hang on. Come here. You did.

We bury our sins here, Dave.

We wash them clean.

Look, his f***ing lips are still moving.

- I got eyes, Val.

I wasn't ready.

It's like I said, Dave.

This part, you do alone.

Tough night?

Yeah, me too.

Saw a bullet with my name on it.

We got them, Jim.

Got who?

Katie's killers. Got them cold.

Killers, plural.

Yeah, kids, actually. Ray Harris' son

Ray Jr. and another kid, John O'Shea.

They just confessed a couple hours ago.

No doubt?

None.

Why?

They don't know.

They were playing with a gun,

saw a car coming...

...one of the kids lies down in the street,

car swerves, clutch kicks out. Katie.

O'Shea says they just meant to scare her

and the gun went off.

But she hit him with her door, ran...

...and they chased her

so she wouldn't tell anyone.

And the beating they gave her?

Ray Jr. had a hockey stick.

All right. Go easy.

Take a breath.

Look at me.

Look at me, Jimmy.

I got a call from Celeste Boyle.

She was hysterical. Says Dave's missing,

says you might know where he is.

We need to talk to him.

Boston P.D. found the body of a guy

in the woods behind McGill's.

A body? The body of a guy?

Yeah, a pedophile with three priors.

They want to talk to Dave about it.

So, Jimmy...

...when was the last time you saw Dave?

The last time I saw Dave.

Yeah. Dave Boyle.

Dave Boyle.

- Yeah, Jimmy. Dave Boyle.

That was 25 years ago,

going up this street in the back of that car.

Jimmy, what did you do?

Thanks for finding

my daughter's killers, Sean.

If only you'd been a little faster.

Are you gonna send Celeste Boyle

Sometimes I think...

I think all three of us got in that car.

And all of this is just a dream, you know?

A dream, sure.

In reality...

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