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I'm in trouble.

- I've had enough of your bullshit.

- You're a dick.

Do you feel better?

Yes, I do.

Yeah, look, marriages end.

I'm sorry, but I didn't end yours.

It was done by the time I got there.

Really? You must've thought her

wedding ring was a little strange.

Oh, man. Listen, I apologized

to you months ago.

I know you don't want me in your life.

I don't want you in mine either.

But until this little divorce thing's

done, not much we can do about it.

But I will not let you upset Amy

any more than you already have.

So why don't we just wrap this thing

up and get out of each other's lives...?

Are we getting the message

I'm sending?

Where are we from, Teddy?

Tennessee...

...Morty.

I was gonna say Mississippi.

No. Long way from there.

Little place called Shooter's Bay.

Come on, Karsch.

Five hundred dollars a day.

Where are you when I need you?

What...?

What fresh hell...?

- Yeah?

- Where you been all day?

I might ask you the same question.

Relax, you're fine.

I checked the cabin an hour ago.

Well, he showed up an hour

after you left last night.

Oh, really?

Then he had a busy night.

My office called me about

your Riverdale house. I'm sorry.

The worst part is, I hadn't had

a chance to get the magazine out.

The one with the story he says I stole.

That's gone up in smoke now.

Do you still want to go through with it?

Meeting? Showing him the magazine?

Hell, yes, man.

I've had a shitty year.

I want it settled now. Everything.

Good. I called your agent

when I heard about the house.

I figured he'd have a copy

of the magazine.

He sent the original by UPS

overnight today.

You can pick it up tomorrow after 3.

I knew there was a reason I hired you.

There's something else.

I caught up with your

Tom Greenleaf today.

The guy who drove past you

and Shooter on the lake road.

Well, he's a weird one.

First he says he did go down

to the Lake Drive on Tuesday...

...and he saw you like you said.

But then he gets nervous and says:

"No, come to think of it, I didn't.

Didn't see anybody.

Wasn't even on Lake Drive

on Tuesday."

Yeah, well, Tom's old.

Maybe just slipped his mind.

Don't be naive.

He was scared shitless.

Somebody got to him.

Come on, wait.

Why would Shooter care if

Tom Greenleaf knows he's here?

- Well, it depends.

- On what?

On what he plans to do to you.

I'm revising my opinion, Mort.

I don't think Shooter's just some nut.

We need to consider the possibility

that he was hired to do this.

Somebody with a grudge against you

hires a tough guy to rattle you...

...scare you to death.

But he hires the wrong guy.

Things get out of control.

They go further than

they're supposed to.

Dead dogs...

...burnt-down houses.

Now he can't call him off.

- Ted.

- Who?

Ted. Amy's Ted.

The Ted that Amy left me for.

That's why he calls himself Shooter.

Ted wants me to know it's him.

He's trying to intimidate me,

trying to send me a message.

- Why? What does he want?

- I don't know.

Did you piss him off?

- I might have.

- Okay, here's what we do.

What proof do you have

that Shooter was there?

Other than the manuscript.

Physical evidence, I'm talking about.

Bruises. I got bruises on my arms

from where he grabbed me.

All right.

You and me are going to

go see Greenleaf together.

All right.

Bring the manuscript.

Bring your bruises.

I'm gonna push the guy hard,

make it impossible for him to lie.

If he'll tell the police he was

threatened too, we've got something.

Bowie's store, breakfast?

9 a.m. sharp.

I'll see you there.

And bring your six-gun, pilgrim.

It is a good ending.

Oh, sh*t.

Sh*t.

Pall Mall.

Cracker bastard.

Sorry.

Ken?

Tom?

Would you like a pack?

I don't smoke.

Did a guy come in here

looking for me around 9:00?

- No.

- Big guy, kind of a New York-cop type.

No. No, that doesn't ring a bell.

I overslept.

Well, maybe he did too,

because he wasn't here.

Yeah.

What are you doing here?

Matter of fact, I was just on my way

over to your place.

Where's your buddy?

- Came alone.

- Sure you did.

I know what you're up to.

Look, Mort...

A lot of what's going on right now

is my fault.

Most of it, in fact.

What do you want?

I want you out of our life.

Gotta sign your papers, Mort.

My divorce papers?

Tell her to send them to my lawyer.

She did. He said that you won't return

his calls for weeks.

- This is about the settlement?

- Just calm down.

- Money?

- It's not about money.

This is about getting this thing done.

Because I'm afraid if we don't,

who knows where it might go.

I think you know what I mean.

Well, Teddy, I think I do,

but here's the problem:

I don't respond well to intimidation.

Makes me feel icky. You know?

You know, I'm attempting to have

a normal conversation here.

I buried my dog, mister.

This whole thing is out of your

control now. You know it, I know it.

You started this sh*t,

I'm gonna finish it.

Now, do me a favor, go back

and tell that to your filthy little friend.

God!

Bummer, Ted.

- Yeah?

- Go to where we met the other day.

Walk down the path a little way.

- Why?

- I'll catch up with you this afternoon.

Anybody you call between

now and then is your responsibility.

Tom?

Greenleaf?

Quarter past 2.

You been out about three hours.

Your leg's sleeping.

You laid on the damn thing.

Now, I would have moved you,

but I didn't want to wake you.

Got tired of waiting.

Almost pinned a note on you.

Decided not to.

You scare too easy.

I wouldn't go too far if I were you.

I hooked you to those two men

in more ways than you know.

You're insane.

I'm going to the police.

Whose screwdriver you think

is in that fella's head?

If you leave them here

and I disappear...

...you'll find yourself standing

with your head in the noose...

...and your feet in Crisco.

What do you want from me?

Why, I told you that already,

Mr. Rainey.

I want you to fix my story.

The one you stole.

Or ain't you ready to admit it yet?

I did not steal your story.

I expect you'll let yourself

go to Greenhaven for murder...

...before you'll admit it.

I have the magazine, you lunatic!

I have the magazine!

I have the goddamn magazine!

You have this so-called magazine

right now?

On me, no.

I was gonna go pick it up at 3:00.

There can't be any magazine.

Not with that story in it.

That story is mine.

What do you want? To kill me?

Why don't you just do it? Just kill me.

No, sir.

These others here were gonna

get in the way of our business.

I couldn't have that.

You bring me that story...

...if it exists.

Your house in two hours.

You got some heavy lifting here first.

I'd get to it if I were you.

By the way...

...if you talk to that sheriff

of yours again...

...or if you don't show up at 4:00...

...I will burn your life

and every person in it...

...like a cane field in a high wind.

When I show you the magazine that

has my name on the contents page...

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