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Throws the body in the back

of his pickup, buries it...

...then makes it look like an accident,

so they'll think the blood is his.

It just doesn't make any sense.

It's a bad plan.

Who said Judd would come up

with a good plan?

Bad guys always come up with stupid

schemes. That's why they get caught.

Now, we gotta check out Judd's truck.

I bet we find blood on the seats.

If there was blood, it was Judd's.

Whelan's Garage fixed up

the truck after the accident.

Cleaned it inside and out.

Any evidence would be long gone.

What kind of detective are you, Marty?

You gotta be suspicious

if you're gonna do detective work.

What's wrong with looking by the bank

where Judd's truck went down...

...just to see what we can find?

- I suppose we can do that.

But that don't mean I believe

one word of what you say.

Okay, okay, sniff.

- What are you doing?

- I'm telling him to sniff.

If there was a dead body around here,

I bet this dog could smell it.

After all, this is where Judd

had his quote "accident."

So this is where he would've

buried the body.

Shiloh don't even know the word "sniff."

Sniff. Do it like this:

- You're such a bozo.

- I'll get you for that.

Come on.

- Marty.

- What?

What do you got, Shiloh?

Hey, look at this, Marty.

This boot had the foot

of a dead man in it.

And I suspect a body is nearby.

- Murder funny to you, Marty?

- You don't know whose boot that is.

Could be anybody's. Even if it does

belong to the man from Bens Run...

...even if Judd did murder him...

...just because he wrecked his truck

don't mean it's where he's buried.

- One has nothing to do with the other.

- Criminals always return to the crime scene.

- Judd's conscience drove him here.

- lf Judd drove here to cover the crime...

...why would he purposely

wreck his truck?

That would draw suspicion,

it's ridiculous.

I will give you one thing. He might have

buried the body someplace else.

The accident doesn't have to be connected

to the crime for Judd to be guilty.

- We ought to go.

- But keep the boot.

Come on, boy.

Good work, Marty. I wouldn't wanna be

a vet's assistant. Harder than being a vet.

Doc Collins, you know now

that Judd's got his dogs back.

How can he keep them

from getting mean again?

Well, just like folks,

you can't tell what they'll do.

Some folks grow up treated badly,

and they turn out real nice.

Others, they lash out, wanna treat

everybody the way they were treated.

- Same with a dog.

- So, what should Judd do?

Fence the yard, so he doesn't

have to chain them.

When you chain a dog,

he knows he can't fight...

...so he acts as ferocious as he can.

He should stop kicking them

or beating them with a stick...

...but that takes common sense.

Shake, Shiloh. Shake. Shake.

Good boy. Good boy.

Marty, help set the table.

Mrs. Wallace said she invited Judd

for dinner for Saturday night...

...and he said he was going away.

She doesn't believe him, though.

- Why not?

- What friends does he have?

I think he made the whole thing up

so nobody would feel sorry for him.

Why don't we have Judd here

for Sunday dinner?

- Yuck, are you crazy?

- No, it's just the right thing to do, that's all.

That's a good idea, Marty...

...but this Sunday we're going to

Clarksburg to visit Aunt Hettie...

...and then we're gonna go see

Grandma Preston at the nursing home.

Not the whole day. Please?

I don't wanna sit in a nursing house

with a old woman who steals false teeth.

Dara Lynn, you know better than

to talk about your grandma like that.

If she had her mind back,

she wouldn't do half the things she does.

But it's not fair that Aunt Hettie has to

spend every weekend alone with Grandma.

Goodbye, weekend.

Your turn, Shiloh.

Dad!

- Marty, was that gunshots?

- I think so.

- Sounded close. Where'd it come from?

- I'm not sure.

But it sounded like it was on

our property. What should we do?

Nothing for now. Probably just

somebody out shooting at rabbits.

- You kids come on inside and play.

- Come on, Becky.

I'm gonna go visit Judd,

see how he's doing.

- Why not just call him on the phone?

- Maybe I can help him out or something.

- All right, but don't be gone too long.

- All right, bye.

Come on, Shiloh. Come on.

Come with me. Come on, boy.

I wish there was some way

you wouldn't be so scared of Judd.

Judd. You in there, Judd?

Hey, you're driving now.

When I gotta get somewhere is about it.

What are you doing around here?

Just dropped by to see

how you were doing.

Well, I'm doing fine.

- You coming in?

- lf that's okay.

Oh, it's milk.

What did you expect? Whiskey?

All right, what you hiding

behind your back?

It's a little something

I was wondering if you recognize.

- Where'd you get that?

- Over by the creek.

- Know who it belongs to?

- Well, of course. It's mine.

Lost it the night of the accident.

Those rescue folks took it off

and just chucked it away.

Didn't you miss it when you dressed

to come home from the hospital?

I missed it before that.

A boy over at Whelan's Garage gave me

an old pair of sneakers to get home in.

- You want a soda pop?

- Okay.

Thanks.

- How are things?

- Good.

Working for that vet over

in Sisterville, Doc Collins.

Learning a lot about dogs.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

We see a lot of dogs

that have been chained.

Most of them are awful mean.

It seems that they

feel trapped and lonely.

Like if something came along

to attack them, they couldn't fight back.

- So they act all ferocious all the time.

- That a fact?

Well.

Well, I know lonely.

I know trapped.

Looking at the buckle end

of my daddy's belt.

Sometimes he beat me when he was sad.

Sometimes he beat me when he was happy.

Sometimes he was

just happy to beat me.

Memories.

Memories, huh, kid? Just memories.

Why don't you get on out of here.

I'm gonna take a nap.

Okay. See you around.

It's only for the day, boy.

We'll be back late tonight.

All right, love you. Stay here.

Dad, you sure we can leave him out,

with the gunshots and all?

He'll be fine.

Hey.

- Aunt Hettie!

- Aunt Hettie!

Now, these are for you!

- Thanks, Aunt Hettie!

- Here you go.

- You shouldn't have, sis.

- You know I love to.

How are you, darling?

How good to see you.

Come on in, Mom's waiting.

Hey, kiddy, how are you?

- There's Grandma.

- Go on.

Come on, guys.

Hi, Mother.

- I brought the family to see you.

- It was right outside my door.

- What, Mother?

- My brand-new oven.

- You take it?

- No, ma'am.

Got a present for you, honey.

There's Santa,

and it ain't even Christmas.

- Thanks for all my Christmas presents!

- You be a good girl...

...and you'll get what you ask for

this year too.

- I told you he was real.

- Well...

Come on.

- Who is that?

- That's Hettie.

- It's me, Mom.

- Oh, you. Why don't you go on home?

If you loved me,

you'd take me out of here.

I'm sorry, Ma, but it's the best

we can do right now.

Grandma, I brought you this picture.

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