Secret Window Page #6
Where'd you get that old thing?
The attic?
It's mine.
Wasn't ever anybody else's.
Mort, what's wrong?
You got you a wrong number, missus.
Ain't no Mort here.
Mort's dead.
He did a lot of squirming around...
...but in the end he couldn't lie to
himself anymore, let alone to me.
Now, I never put a hand on him,
missus. I swear.
He took the coward's way out.
- Why are you talking this way?
- That's just the way I talk.
You're scaring me.
It don't matter.
You won't be scared long.
Oh, God. Oh, God.
Help!
I'm about done fussing with you.
I am so sorry, missus...
...but right is right
and fair is fair...
...and something has got to be done.
By the way, I want you to know
that none of this was my idea.
It was Mr. Rainey all along.
You are Mort Rainey.
I got a place for you.
You are Mort Rainey.
I got it all picked out.
You are Mort Rainey.
Mort...
Amy?
- Amy?
- Ted.
- Amy?
- Ted! No!
No!
"I know I can do it,
Todd Downey said...
...helping himself to another ear
of corn from the steaming bowl.
I'm sure that in time...
...her death will be a mystery...
...even to me."
Hi.
Hi.
I'm kind of late.
Hi.
Hi.
- Braces.
- Yeah.
Getting a few things
straightened out.
I was kind of wondering if sometime
you might possibly be interested in...
I don't need a bag.
Mr. Rainey?
Your front door's open.
I'm coming in.
Mr. Rainey?
- Mort Rainey?
- Oh, hi, Dave.
I didn't hear you.
Come on up.
Glad you're here.
I could use the break.
Working lunch. I'm on a roll.
Yeah.
Both you and I know what you did.
Maybe we don't have enough to
put you away now, but eventually...
...we'll find those bodies.
We'll tie you to them...
...and you're going away.
In the meantime, I'd appreciate it if
you didn't come into town anymore.
Makes people uncomfortable.
You can do your shopping
in New London.
Did you hear what I said?
Sure. No problem.
You know...
...the only thing that matters
is the ending.
It's the most important part
of the story, the ending.
And this one...
...is very good.
This one's perfect.
"I know I can do it,
Todd Downey said...
...helping himself to another ear
of corn from the steaming bowl.
'I'm sure that in time...
...every bit of her will be gone.
And her death will be a mystery...
...even to me."
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