Perkins 14 Page #2

I'm so glad you're leaving.

You sped here.

You'll speed away.

Yeah, I woke in the mornin'.

And I told her I loved her.

Hello, blackbird.

Good-bye.

Yeah, good-bye.

Good-bye.

Okay, so, what is nihilism?

It means you don't believe in anything.

But how is that possible?

Because in order to be a nihilist,

you have to believe in being a nihilist,

which means you're not a nihilist anymore.

So if I don't care enough about the things

that I'm supposed to believe in,

whatever it is

I'm supposed to believe in,

that makes me a nihilist?

No. That would make you

an ignoramus, Eric.

Whatever, Sammy.

Since you've been studying

your S.A.T. prep class so hard,

why don't you enlighten the group?

because we all know

that eventually you will.

I just think it's important

that people actually

believe in something.

I am so sick of everybody our age

always saying,

"Let's not argue, because

everybody's right in their own way. "

No. They're not.

Usually somebody is right

and somebody's wrong.

Oh, yeah? And who decides

that? You, Sammy?

- Hey, Pete. How you doing back there?

- Chillin'.

I just think it'd be nice

if, sometimes,

people had the balls to argue

a f***ing point, you know?

It's better than resorting

to some half-assed haze

of moral relativism or irony.

So people aren't entitled

to their own opinion, Samantha?

Well, Daisy, they are,

but, you know, about art and music.

That's true.

Some things are just facts,

and if you argue them,

then you're just wrong,

like the sky is blue.

Pete's an a**hole.

On the Waterfront is a great movie.

Daisy wore a little skirt

to get in Eric's pants.

Shut up. I did not.

Did you?

Maybe.

Take that sh*t somewhere else.

I'm way ahead of you.

Come on, Daisy.

I want to show you something.

- Later.

- See you guys.

Hello?

It's him. I know it is.

I had the hospital check,

and they've never treated

Ronald Perkins for anything.

In fact, they don't even

have a record that he exists.

Now, he said he's lived

in Stone Cove all his life

- and hurt his finger doing yard work.

- So?

So why wouldn't he go to the hospital?

I'll tell you why.

Because he's the Cove killer,

and Kyle bit his finger.

And if he'd gone to the hospital,

we would have identified him.

Hal...

I have his address.

I want you to go to the house

and check it out.

Are you f***ing out of your mind?

This could be the key to finding Kyle.

Listen to me, buddy.

Kyle is gone.

And I really sympathize with you.

- But maybe you need some help.

- Listen to me.

I'm not going to go illegally

search some guy's house

for no reason.

We've been friends

for a very long time, Hal.

Please. Just look.

For me?

It's weird being back here.

Why?

Because when I was little,

my dad used to drag

the whole family

out to the precinct picnic.

We would take turns

throwing a tennis ball at the chief

to dunk him in the water tank.

This place is so much cooler

since it's been shut down.

I guess.

Raise your hands.

Officer,

I don't know why you keep

harassing me like this.

Why don't you just get

a f***ing room already?

Come this way.

Now it's just the two of us.

I don't understand

what you want from me.

Does the name Kyle Hopper

ring a bell?

My son...

...was the last of the 14 victims

you abducted ten years ago

from their families.

That's when you lost your finger.

I don't-

I don't understand.

You see, I know who you are,

Ronald Perkins.

You think that I'm a serial killer?

Are you completely crazy?

Look at me.

Where'd you get that?

I'm a pharmacist.

I was making a delivery to the hospital.

They don't know you at the hospital.

Hal, are you on your way?

I'll be at that house in minutes.

Whose house? My house?

You can't do that.

Scared we'll find something?

Jesus Christ.

I have rights.

So did my son.

Okay, I'm here.

Take a look around.

Hey, Dwayne.

You can arrest this guy.

He has some of the ugliest

garden sculptures I ever seen.

Wait a second.

There's footprints around

the side of the house.

Footprints, huh?

Imagine that.

Hey, Dwayne.

Heard a strange noise

from the basement.

I'm gonna go check it out.

He can't do that.

That's breaking and entering.

You sure about that?

I definitely heard a noise.

That's probable cause in my book.

- Dwayne, he can't do that.

- Shut up.

He can't do that.

He can't go in there. Okay?

Tell him to get out!

You're in big trouble, Dwayne.

That's strange.

What do you see?

What the hell?

What? What is it?

I can't wait to tell the judge

all about this tomorrow.

Hal, can you hear me?

Hello?

Hal?

Hal? What is it?

Hal? You hear me?

Hello?

Hal?

Can you hear me, Hal?

I know how you feel.

Hal.

I told you to shut up.

Hal! Can you hear me?

I mean I know how you feel

about your missing son.

No, you don't.

No, you f***ing don't.

When I was six,

my parents were killed.

Murdered.

I was in the house.

And I could hear

my mother's screams.

I heard the gunshot.

You know what that's like

for a little boy?

To find the bodies of his parents,

his guardians,

still warm, lying in a mess

of their own blood?

Do you know what it's like to be six

and realize, for the first time,

that you're alone in the world?

Do you?

Can you hear me, Hal?

My mother was stabbed 14 times.

My father was shot in the face.

The police investigated,

but after a couple of months,

they declared the case closed,

a probable murder/suicide.

My father did not kill my mother.

I know this in my bones.

But it was easier

to pretend that he did,

easier for everybody.

I guess you're still

pretty angry about that, huh?

Don't you psychoanalyze me.

I mean, maybe I am still angry.

Or maybe I've moved on.

That's what people do, right?

I don't know what

you're talking about.

You have dinner with your family.

You play cards with your friends.

I mean, how many hours of television

do you watch each week

when you could be investigating

your son's disappearance?

And you moved on,

just like everybody else

in Stone Cove.

That's what people do.

It's human nature.

Something's wrong.

There's a million reasons

why that radio went dead.

Maybe.

But we have to go check it out.

We? I'm in jail.

You're released.

These are dated hours ago.

You're in big trouble,

aren't you, Officer Hopper?

I love your hands.

I love watching you play.

You were awesome out there.

Careful with that hand, Daisy.

It's just,

if all goes well with

that producer next week,

I could be out on tour by the fall.

So, you break a lot of hearts in here?

Well, we don't break much stuff.

My buddy Jonah runs this place, so-

And he pretty much just leaves us alone

to do whatever we want.

So, the decor?

Is that your idea?

All this stuff's cool, right?

This decor works well

on young, impressionable virgins.

Are we testing the waters, Mr. Eric?

I might be.

Warmer.

Warmer.

Bingo.

Hal?

Hal?

Sh*t.

Stop!

Hi, boys and girls.

I just want some water, please.

Uncle Ronnie's here.

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