Sinister
- Just one box?
- It's for my office. It's fragile.
Sissy.
Hey, dude, headphones.
You're gonna go deaf!
An autograph?
- I just thought that...
- Are you kidding me?
Mam?
- Sheriff.
- Your husband around?
Ashley?
Ashley?
Honey.
Sweetheart.
- What are you doing?
- Painting.
Yeah. I know. I think your mom
wants your help unpacking.
I know.
So come outside.
You can finish your painting later.
I didn't wanna move here.
I shouldn't have to carry boxes.
We had to move here
and we all have to help carry boxes.
- You wanted to move here.
- No, I had to move here.
The new story I'm writing is here.
Why can't you just keep writing
in the old house?
'Cause I was gonna have to write college
textbooks to pay for that old house.
- And I can't do that.
- Why not?
- 'Cause I just can't.
- But I miss my school.
Well, you know what? The school here
is supposed to be pretty great.
But I want my old one.
I know. How about this. all right?
I'll tell you what.
If we don't like it here,
once I sell my book, we'll move back.
But only if we don't like it here.
- Really?
- Really.
You promise?
I promise. But you have to promise
to try to like it here.
- I promise.
- You do? Now, my little artist.
- What's the number one rule?
- Paint only goes in the bedroom.
- Where doesn't it go?
- Anywhere else in the house.
Right. OK, now, come with me.
Move some boxes.
Sheriff's here.
- Already?
- Play nice this time.
- I'm always nice.
- I'm not kidding.
I'm tired of driving five miles under
the speed limit to get ticketed anyway.
Be nice.
Afternoon. Is there a problem?
No, sir. Just a friendly visit.
I appreciate that. Ellison Oswalt.
I know who you are.
- So you're not a fan.
- No.
Well, what can I do for you?
Well. not much, I expect,
unless I can convince you
to load those boxes back on that truck
and leave as soon as you're able.
No, I don't think so.
But, you know what.
I do have a couple of extra copies
of Kentucky Blood
if you want me to get one out
and sign it for you.
- No, thank you. sir.
- Is it the writing?
More a matter of content. You don't seem
to care much for our profession.
Not everybody in your profession
gets it right.
I've read your books. Neither do you.
- Look...
- You got it right in Kentucky Blood.
I'll give you that.
It's a fine piece of writing.
But Cold Denver Morning,
you got it wrong.
- Blood Diner...
- Look, that wasn't my fault. All right?
Your bad theory helped a killer go free.
You ruined people's lives.
Now. this town doesn't need that.
It needs to heal. It needs to forget.
We sure don't want that circus
that you bring with you.
Well, there's a missing girl
involved here.
- She ain't missing. She's dead.
- Come on. You don't know that.
If that girl is still alive,
then it ain't no miracle
and we ain't ever gonna find her.
Then I guess
we should just let it go.
You don't think the town
deserves an explanation?
Something like this... You can
never explain something like this.
And if you were able to. the odds are
you wouldn't much care for the answer.
Now. we did our job. You'll see that.
And this is just another waste
of your time like your last two books.
If writing true crime
has taught me one thing.
It's that whenever an officer of the law
tells me that I'm wasting my time,
it just means
That's clever.
Well, I'm gonna go out on a limb
and assume your department
is not at my disposal?
Well, what do you know? You can still
And... I find this to be
in extremely bad taste.
- What was all that about?
- The usual.
He wanted an autograph,
but he left his copy at home.
- He'll be back later.
- That bad?
Why was he pointing at the house?
Ellison, we didn't move in a few houses
down from a crime scene again. did we?
- Tracy...
- No. just don't say anything.
If we did. I don't wanna know about it.
- We didn't.
- You promise?
I promise.
Here. Make yourself useful. Kitchen.
It's gonna be good here. OK?
You'll see.
Sh*t.
Sh*t.
Family Hanging Out, '11?
Barbeque. '79?
I've also got noodles
and fortune cookies.
Enjoy, kids. We're not likely
to be able to eat out much this time.
- Why not?
- You know why.
- I don't.
We haven't sold the old house yet.
Once ifs gone, we'll be able to afford
a few extra things.
Then sell it already.
Lower the price if you have to.
as much as we can.
The market's terrible. Once we're not
paying two mortgages, we'll be fine.
And once I sell my new book,
we'll be on Easy Street.
- Is the story a good one this time?
- Yeah, its good. Of course it is.
- Will you show me where it happened?
- Trevor.
I'm old enough to know about this stuff.
No, you're not. Even I'm not old enough
to know about this stuff.
terrible, terrible things.
- I shouldn't be writing about it?
- That's not what I meant.
That's the way you said it.
at school anyway.
Kids'll all hate me again and tell
me nonstop what happened.
- I might as well hear it from you.
- Are you listening to this?
- Yes. I'm listening.
Let's at least make sure
It's one thing to hear about it,
another to see it.
I don't want him walking in again.
He's 12.
- Mom, he knows how old I am.
- Hey. stop it.
- What's the first rule?
- Never go in Dads office.
And what's the rule?
- Always lock Dads office.
- That's right.
And I don't wanna hear another thing
about why we're here, from anybody.
Yeah.
You didn't brush your teeth.
- No. not yet.
- You're not coming to bed?
No, I thought I'd set up my office first
and get started.
- How long is it gonna be?
- Just an hour or two.
No. I mean...
how long are we here for this time?
God' I don't know.
It could be a long one.
you were writing fiction.
I can't do this without you by my side.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm on your side.
I just wanna see you
enjoying your work again.
When you're happy... we're all happy.
I just need another hit. that's all.
- Just one more.
- I just...
What?
- You know I'm behind you on this.
- I know.
But that's not what you were gonna say.
What were you gonna say?
Kentucky Blood was ten years ago.
And?
And... what if that was your 15 minutes?
OK, what if it was?
If it was, you can't just spend
the rest of your life chasing after it.
If you miss out on these years with
the kids, you won't get them back.
I just need one more chance,
that's all, one more.
- OK. good.
- I got a good feeling about this.
But, Ell.
I don't think I can do this again.
- Honey, you're not gonna have to.
- No. I mean it.
If this goes sour like last time.
I'll take Trevor and Ashley
and go back home to my sister's.
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