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Judge Wettick rejected

the defense's motions to dismiss

and for mistrial.

So, we're back to it.

I don't wish

to speak ill of the dead,

but she drank,

a lot.

She was promiscuous.

She had sexual relations

with many men.

Consequently,

it gave many men

reason to react to her.

That's not true...

She was a person

who put herself

into dangerous situations

with great frequency.

That's not true.

It has been established

in this court of law

that Miss Blount

was not even certain

who the father of her child is!

What are you saying

about my sister?

Mr. Blount.

He's telling a lie!

Mr. Blount.

He's--

that's a lie!

He's lying!

This is your last warning,

Mr. Blount.

But he doesn't know

anything about her!

Mr. Blount...

You're just going to

let him--

Mr. Blount...

You are so full of sh--

You are so f--

Walter?

What happened?

This defense attorney

basically

just called

my sister a wh...

Whore.

Oh, that's

not right.

Basically said

she brought it

on herself.

I'm sorry.

It's not enough that

he represents that...

that human

piece of crap,

but to call

my sister's honor

into question?

I wonder

what would happen

if we waited outside

for him later today

and beat the living sh*t

out of him.

I'd never even

been to court

before all of this

happened.

It's like a...

It's like a foreign

country in there.

The words they use

and how things happen,

it's-- it's...

it's like I got

on the wrong plane

and got off in some

f***ed-up country

I'm not

supposed to be in.

You don't talk much,

do you?

I don't know.

Well, so,

what were you doing

before all of this

happened?

Wrestling.

Wrestling?

Yeah, um,

I was in Iowa,

training with

the national team,

and then...

it happens,

and I came home,

and I stayed.

How old are you?

and you want to

stay around here.

I just need to see

this thing through.

One way or another.

So, what do you do

when you're not

hanging around the courthouse?

W-what do you mean?

Well, I mean

for a living.

Do you work?

I'm a chicken.

The, uh...

well, the chicken that stands

outside of Megabird.

Are you the one

I told to f*** off?

Sorry about that.

It's okay.

Well, you were kind of just

staring at me.

I'm not very good at it.

The other guy

who wears the suit,

Jose, he, like,

dances...

Right.

And flaps his arms

and stuff.

Right, right, right.

Oh, you're the one

who sits on the...

the edge of the window.

The sad chicken.

Well, I work over

at the community center.

I oversee the special events,

mostly weddings.

I started doing it

after Larry was killed.

I was just kind of

walking around

in a haze, and...

anyway, my girlfriend,

she's head of human resources

over there,

so, you know, that's...

that's how

I got hired.

Do you like it?

The job?

They don't make me wear

a chicken suit.

No.

Oh, wrestling.

Right.

# when we were green

and young as shoots #

# the world took off

beneath our boots #

# oh, we were picked

when we were young #

# gentle words and modesty #

# when we turned

towards the tide #

# choirs screamed

in their delight #

# oh, I am ripe

and ready now #

# my heart is heavy

it's going to fall #

# out of my body... #

Hey, let's go,

boys, let's go!

Jesus, Walter.

What the hell

are you doing?

I got it.

Jesus Christ, Walter,

what the hell are you doing

pushing all that

weight around alone?

Oh, uh, I made

an extra key for you

for the weight room.

Lock up

when you go.

Thank you.

Are you, uh...

you entering

the regional tournament?

No.

What?

I'm not wrestling

anymore, coach.

What the hell

are you training

so hard for?

Oh, yeah!

Hey, 'tard!

"Special" my ass.

Hey, you guys better

catch the other ones!

Come on, you too cool, buddy?

You can't talk to me?

We got one, boys,

the biggest one!

Want to run with me,

tough guy?

Want to run with me?

You too cool to talk

to me, big guy?

Come on, guy,

let's go!

You ride the cart into school

this morning?

In the back

of the yellow twinkie bus?

Come on, tough guy.

Come on, retard, do something.

Don't just stand there.

You got to talk

to me first, tough guy.

What's up?

Do something.

Let's go, retard.

Are you going to

fight me or not?

What, you can't hear me?

What are you,

deaf or something?

Let's go, buddy.

Do something.

Don't just stand there.

You hear what I'm saying to you?

I just wanted to know

if you want to fight me or not--

Hey!

"Special" my ass.

Hey, leave him alone!

Take him out!

You all right, man?

You all right?

All right, take it easy.

Hey, he sucker-punched me!

Take it easy.

Hey...

Hey!

I'm Walter.

I know your mother.

Give me the gun.

I'm serious.

Give it to me.

The gun.

Give me the gun.

F***ing pulled a gun

on me, the freak!

Kid starts kind of

shoving him and whatnot.

He put a pretty good

lickin' on him.

He, uh, pulled out a gun.

Sh*t!

Sh*t...

I have to talk to him

for a second.

Will you hang around?

Are you--

No, you can't

have the gun back!

I know!

Look at me!

I know.

I know those kids

were teasing you.

Clay, you can't--

Clay, look--

Clay...

Would you mind

not doing that?

Why has he got a gun?

It was his father's.

No, what's he doing with it?

I'm not stupid, Walter.

I didn't give him bullets

or anything.

Forget it.

I'll take it away.

I have to now.

If he gets kicked out

of another school,

F***!

God, and the trial is starting,

and I don't know

what I'm going to do with him.

I have to

deal with this now, so...

Yeah.

Your mom told me you were

coming home soon,

so I just waited.

You want to go

get a beer

or something?

I'm not drinking.

I could probably

help you get a job

over where I'm working

if you wanted to,

you know,

Do something

indoors, or...

I'm okay.

I told you

about that girl

I was seeing, right?

Uh, yeah.

Grace.

She's pregnant.

I'm going to ask her

to marry me.

Okay.

And I wanted to know if,

you know,

maybe you could talk to your mom

about Annie's ring?

You know,

I didn't want to just...

I just thought it might

upset her, coming from me.

You know, and I can't afford

to buy another one.

But, I mean, if she

freaks out or something,

I understand.

It's cool.

I'm going to sell

Annie's record collection

in the rummage sale,

unless you want 'em.

Have you seen

my yellow sweatshirt?

Check the wash.

Which--

this wash?

Great, Ma.

Oh.

I let Beth help

with the laundry.

Well, now I've got to

go to the store

and buy another one

before work.

Why?

Because chickens

are yellow, Ma,

Not pink!

Maybe it's time you thought

about going back to Iowa.

Honey, Annie wouldn't want it

this way.

What way?

Well, you in a chicken suit

outside the Megabird, for one.

And you sitting

in that courtroom all day,

staring at Peggy Friedinger's

half-retarded son.

How would Annie

want it, Ma?

She'd probably

want you to be...

I don't know,

doing what you used to do

the way you used to do it.

Am I embarrassing you?

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