Red Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 2008
- 93 min
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He dropped out of school when
they kept him back Junior year.
Went to work for Clover's
Hardware here in town.
Got to work late
half the time.
Stayed out nights,
made up lies about why.
He always had
this way with him,
Like he couldn't
help himself.
I got this idea in my head
that he might work it out
for himself in the service.
Get some discipline in his life.
It had worked for me.
Maybe he wanted to leave
the house by then anyway,
because it was one of the few
times he listened to me
and did what I told him to.
He joined the Navy.
Nine months later
he was out
on a section 8.
- Do you know what that is?
- Mentally unstable.
Unfit is the word
they use.
The night it happened...
I was with Emma
down at the store
taking the six-month
inventory.
It was the dead of winter.
Tim was asleep
in the bedroom upstairs,
Mary was reading
in the kitchen.
It was about 11:
30by the time
we finished the inventory.
When he told
the story later
to the police,
to the detectives,
to the lawyers,
Billy lied.
But it was confused lying.
It was as if he couldn't actually
remember what had happened.
He'd lie about one thing
and then tell the truth about
whatever the hell that was
and then go back and lie
about the first thing again.
Or something
completely different.
It just went on that way.
But how we pieced it
together was...
Billy had come around the house
earlier that evening
looking for some money.
Mary told him no.
Told him if he wanted money
he'd have to come down to
the store and talk to me.
Well, he knew he wasn't
going to do that.
I'd had it by then.
So they argued
and eventually he left.
Then just before 11:00
He came back to the house
again still looking for money.
And Mary still told
him no again.
I don't know why,
but he...
locked Red here,
up here in the bedroom.
Maybe he was barking,
I don't know.
Then he went back out
to the kitchen
and started hitting her.
Beating her.
Maybe he thought he'd get
money from her that way.
Maybe it was just one
of his crazy rages.
But he hurt her.
He hurt her so bad
I guess he thought
he'd killed her.
Because then he decided--
he decided he'd have to
cover up what he did.
So he went out
to the tool shed
and got the can of kerosene
I used to keep out there...
went up to the attic bedroom
and threw it all over Tim.
All over my son
who was lying asleep.
He burned him to death...
up there in his room.
But kerosene doesn't burn
as hot as gasoline.
I mean,
he killed Tim all right,
the boy was saturated
with the stuff.
But all that burned
up there was my son
and the mattress he lay on.
Not even the drapes
caught fire.
He...
closed the bedroom door,
locked it behind him,
stood outside and waited
till my son
stopped screaming.
Until it was quiet.
Then he came back down
and threw the kerosene over Mary
lying on the kitchen floor, lit
another match and threw that on her.
Then got into his car
and drove away.
But she...
my wife
wasn't dead.
Oh, he'd hurt her,
but he hadn't killed her.
She was still alive.
He'd got it wrong.
Wrong about that just like
he was wrong
about the kerosene
burning the house down.
He was wrong about
everything always.
It was all for nothing.
I guess the pain woke her.
She managed to get
herself outside
And roll across the ground
on the dirt and the grass
until the flames were out.
Then she still had
enough left in her
to crawl back into the house
and dial 911.
They found her on the stairs
halfway up to Tim's bedroom.
She lived
for another five days.
Never did come out
of the coma.
I think that was
a blessing.
Her burns were so bad
they wouldn't let me
hold her.
In the end
I did anyway.
( dog barking )
Thank you.
( car starts )
- Danny:
Pete!- Pete:
I'm leaving right now.I don't care.
- No!
Pete:
I didn't f***ing take it!
Don't you lie.
Go back in the house,
you crazy b*tch.
- F*** you.
- F*** me?
( spits )
F*** you!
( engine starts )
That is disgusting, man.
( girl giggling )
You're touching me but
you're not looking at me.
Ow!
- I'm going.
- Are you going?
- I want to go home.
- Danny:
I had a nice time.- ( Danny laughing )
- I'll tell you in the car.
He's such a dick.
I hate him.
( Pete laughing )
What are you doing?
Danny:
I don't know.
She's the most irritating
girl I've ever met.
( laughing )
I saw you parked here.
Danny didn't.
Where is he?
He's down the street
at Bowman's Auto.
Does he know you're here?
No.
No, I told him
I needed cigarettes.
You know, he'd be pretty damn mad
if he knew I was talking to you.
- Would he?
- Yeah.
You and him argue a lot,
your brother?
Look, Mr. Ludlow,
I'm not gonna pretend that
things are all buddy-buddy
between Danny and me.
That's not why I'm here.
That's not my point.
What is your point then?
That, um...
That I just wanted
to say sorry.
You know, for what we did.
About your dog.
That's why I'm here.
I'm here to say that.
I'm glad to hear it.
Though the one I need
to hear it from most
is your brother.
I'm still glad to hear
it from you though.
Question is, what now?
What do you--
what do you--
Are you gonna keep on
lying for him?
God, I mean what do you
expect me to do?
I mean, first you come and you
ask me in front of my father.
Then you go
and you get it on T.V.
I expect you
to tell the truth.
I expect you
to tell your father.
I expect you to tell the
Police if it comes to that.
You don't get it.
You don't understand.
That's just not gonna happen.
Suppose you
make me understand.
Look, I gotta go,
all right?
If Danny sees me here--
Who are you
afraid of, Harold?
Your brother?
Your father?
You were man enough to come down
here and say what you just said to me.
I figure that already
makes you a bigger man
than your brother
and maybe even
your father.
I don't think
you've got all that much
to worry about
from either of them.
Do you?
Believe me, Mr. Ludlow,
you don't have a clue.
Mr. McCormack:
Hon, what is it?
I was going to vacuum.
And?
So I hear
you're suing me.
- I'd rather not.
- Yeah?
I don't know why
you bother.
It's not gonna be worth either
your time or your money.
I'm wondering if you're proud
of Daniel, Mr. McCormack.
Because if not,
then there's gonna be trouble
between you and the boy.
And that's something you may
care to do something about
while you still have time,
instead of using your money
to cover up for him.
You know, I don't need
any lectures from you.
My boys are my boys.
And I'll handle them any way
I see fit, okay?
If you're gonna sue me,
just go ahead and do it.
It'll cause me
some embarrassment
in some places,
but it won't
hurt me very--
very much.
So do it.
And if you could win, what
are you gonna get out of it?
The value of a dog?
A goddamn dog from
a goddamn dog pound?
Huh?
Huh?
Really I could
care less either way.
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