Secret Window Page #5

...with my story inside...

...then what?

- Then I turn myself in.

But I'd take care of myself

before a trial, Mr. Rainey.

Because if things turn out that way...

...then I suppose I am crazy.

And that kind of crazy man...

...has no reason or excuse to live.

Listen, you got my hat.

I want it, one way or the other.

- Hello?

- Mort?

Yeah, hi.

I've been so worried about you.

Are you okay?

- I'm okay. I'm okay, Amy.

- Are you sure?

When I saw you yesterday,

you seemed so strained. I mean...

- What?

- Do you...?

Do you think things would've been

different if we hadn't lost the baby?

Jesus Christ, I don't...

Amy, I don't know.

Let me call you later. I gotta go.

I gotta be somewhere.

What? What is it, Amy?

Breathe. Breathe.

Take a breath.

Where are you? You at Ted's?

Yeah.

How we feeling about

old Ted these days?

I don't know.

I love him, I guess.

- That's good.

- I didn't go with other men, you know.

I always wanted to tell you

that I didn't go with other men.

Only Ted, and only the last few months

after you and me were already over.

If we were over while we were still

together, you might've mentioned it...

...because it was news to me.

That's because you weren't

there anymore.

You were gone all the time.

I worked at home, Amy!

That's not what I mean.

Even when you were with me,

you were gone, up in your head.

I don't think that I looked in your eyes

and saw you looking back at me...

...I mean, really with me,

for the last two years.

You know what, you're right.

You're absolutely right. It's all my fault.

No. I was a chickenshit.

Ted wanted us to tell you together.

He kept asking, I kept putting it off.

I'll never forget that look

on your face.

Get out! Get out!

- I gotta go.

- Mort, wait. Can't we just?

No! I've gotta go.

- Will you call me if you need me?

- I doubt it.

- Can I come up there?

- Why on earth would you do that?

You still haven't signed

the papers yet, Mort.

I know you don't want to deal with it.

Me neither.

But everything's been negotiated.

We don't disagree on a thing.

I don't understand why you won't sign.

Don't you want to get it over with?

Unbelievable.

You were worried about me,

and I believed you.

- What an idiot.

- I am worried.

You sound like you did six months

ago, and I think it's my fault.

It's my fault, and I wish

I could take it back, but I can't.

I guess you shouldn't have

f***ed him, then!

You're not going up there?

I am not going to

dance around this anymore.

Once he signs, it'll be over. We won't

have these horrible conversations.

All right, well, I'm going with you.

I just... I really think

I should go alone, Ted.

Well, that makes no sense.

Just the sight of you

is gonna send him.

I was married to the guy for 10 years,

I know how to talk to him.

All I want is for this to be over.

Excuse me.

I'll be back around 7.

Hey, Mr. Rainey!

- I'd like to...

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey. Mr. Rainey.

Mr. Rainey, are you all right?

I'm sorry, my throat just

double-clutched on me for a second.

- You're very pale.

- Yeah, thank you.

Did the UPS guy

drop anything off for me?

- Just the one thing.

- Pardon me?

Just the one thing, I said.

- Oh. Yeah. Thank you.

- Welcome.

Post office would have a cow if they

knew we handled the UPS guy's stuff.

I know that,

and I certainly appreciate it.

You won't tell them, will you?

- No way.

- Good.

Because I saw what you did.

- I'm sorry?

- I said, they'd shoot me if you did.

You ought to go home and lie down,

Mr. Rainey.

You don't look well at all.

Yeah, that's... That's a good idea.

Cute.

- Got a minute?

- Well, no. I really don't right now.

But I'll give you a call later.

Okay. Sure.

I'm gonna call you

on the phone, okay?

Okay.

Nineteen ninety-five.

Contents.

Eighty-three. Eighty-three.

Eighty-one.

Eighty-two.

Ninety-nine.

Ninety-nine.

You cut it out.

You son of a b*tch.

You cut it...

...out of the magazine.

Wait a minute.

How would he do that?

I don't know...

...but he did it.

Think about it.

How?

I don't know.

Why'd you put it on?

I don't know.

Maybe he wanted you to.

Why would he want me

to put his hat on?

Maybe he wants you to...

Maybe he wants me to what?

To get confused.

Oh, I'm already confused, pilgrim.

Plenty confused.

So don't talk to me about confusion.

Wait a minute. Back up just a sec.

What about that?

What about what?

Well, "pilgrim." "Shooter's Bay."

And the half a dozen other details

you've chosen to ignore.

You know what? You're nuts. I don't

need to listen to this sh*t from you.

Are all these things coincidences?

I'm wearing his bruises, aren't I?

- Aren't I?

- Are you?

Well...

This doesn't make any sense.

Would you like to hear something that

does make sense? Call the police.

Call Dave Newsome, tell him to come

here this second and lock you up...

...before you can do

any more damage.

I'm gonna get a knife

and cut you out of me.

Before you kill anyone else.

I didn't kill anybody.

- You had a gun.

- Wasn't loaded.

- Really?

- No.

You almost killed them.

You wanted to.

The gun was not loaded!

- You still want to.

- Shut up!

Listen to me.

Because this is how it happens.

- This is how it happens to people.

- Shut up!

There is no John Shooter.

There never has been.

You invented him.

Listen to me, not to him,

before it's too late.

Leave me alone!

You are alone.

You're not handling this.

What you're doing is wrong.

You have no idea

what you're doing.

You've been eating potato chips

this way for 30 years. For 30 years.

Sister found out about

the broken window.

The school had to be withdrawn

from the competition.

Sister found out about

the broken windows.

Then she got up from the table.

We didn't talk for the rest of the night.

Todd Downey thought a woman

who'd steal your love...

- What does Todd have to do with it?

- Everything.

I'm starting to believe

Todd was right.

Everything that you're doing

is wrong.

What is happening to me?

Oh, I think you know.

I think you have a real good idea.

You don't exist.

Me? I exist, Mr. Rainey.

I exist because you made me.

- Check it out.

- You thought me up.

I'm a dairy farmer from Mississippi.

Gave me my name.

Told me everything

you wanted me to do.

I did them things

so you wouldn't have to.

Right up there, Tom.

We were standing right there.

Yeah, I know, Mort. I saw you.

I didn't want to say it in front of him,

but you were alone.

I know, Tom. Look, just pull over for a

second. I want to show you something.

Didn't have the stomach to do it

yourself, but you knew I did.

Are we done yet?

We got things all cleaned up

around here?

What's the real reason I come for?

- Fix the story.

- That's right.

Fix the ending.

Got to fix the ending.

And how exactly do you suppose

we ought to do that?

Mort?

Mort?

Are you there?

I saw your car outside.

Hello?

Mort?

Chico?

That explains a lot.

What the hell?

Hi.

Jesus, Mort.

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