Small Town Murder Songs Page #3

Steve Hinden and Melissa

were both here

Saturday night?

Yeah.

Best as I can recall.

Whatcha thinkin'?

Don't know.

Steve was there

partying then.

You know that means

Rita is lying.

Yup.

Don't like

the look of it.

What's the plan, Walt?

I was thinkin' I

should talk to Rita.

That ain't a good idea, Walt.

We gotta call Washington.

I'll talk to him first

thing in the morning.

I need...

Alright, alright.

You gonna come in

for a beer?

No. Gonna tuck in.

Alright.

Walter.

'Evenin'

'Evenin' Rita.

Sorry to be um-

You can't come

'round like this.

No I- I know,

I know it.

Hey, hey

Jury, Jury, in the house,

in the house, come on.

God damn dog ain't got

no damn sense inside him.

This Steve, he

here full-time now?

That ain't none of

your business, Walter.

And you can't come

by the house no more.

I'm done with it, k?

We're done.

You were lying

to the OPP.

I ain't.

Rita-

What?

Look me in the eye and

tell me he was with you.

No.

Rita-

He was with me.

The whole night?

Bartender puts him

at Mitzi's

with the girl

same night she died.

Then he finds the body.

Don't look good.

You're lying

to the OPP.

Oh f*** you, Walt.

You had no problems

when I was lying for you.

I'm just trying to

help you.

Well, I don't

need your help.

Yeah, he didn't do it.

Well you don't know that.

Guys like him, they-

Oh give it up,

Walter. Guys like him.

There ain't no fairytale

in your head

gonna fix it

and that's that.

Come on, Jury.

Jury-

God damn

son of a b*tch-

I can handle it.

I'm calling the cops!

Steve Hinden, I can

God damn handle it!

Call the cops and

get off our property!

Ain't your property!

Get off the

f***ing property!

Shut the f***ing

dog up, Rita!

You stupid f***. She don't want

to see you no more, you hear?

I've had enough

of your sh*t!

Hey, you want

another beer, dad?

No, I'm good.

Thanks, darlin'.

Whatcha

watching?

I don't know.

Something foolish.

I never know

what's on.

What got into you?

What, no, its nice.

Its just-

half the time

its a struggle

to get more than

two words out of you.

You angling to go

to the drive-in or-

No. What?

I can't be nice?

That's okay, Tiger.

Its just unexpected, is all.

You're always nice.

Has this business gettin'

to you? With the girl-

Yeah, a bit.

Me too.

...however, OPP

have been forced to allocate

much of their resources to

Hanover after a triple homicide

has been linked to a surge

in biker activity.

Hello, you are

on the air with radio talk news

Hi Jeff, I just have to say

that I think this is a

travesty for our community.

If the OPP

aren't going to pursue this,

then who's going to

stand up for that girl?

Who's going to

do what's right?

There's a killer in our midst

and who is going to stand up

and make this town safe again?

I mean, who's going

to make this right?

Thank you

very much for your call.

And by calling in

you could have one two tickets

to the Maynard

Ti-cats next game.

Good morning.

Yeah..

Yeah..

Walter, was there any

reason you didn't call me

as soon as the bartender

placed Steve at Mitzi's?

I uh-

I got a call last night.

A complaint, actually,

from Steve Hinden

and Rita Louis.

They've asked for a

restraining order against you.

Now I ain't a judge,

ain't none of my business

and I told them so. I told

them who to call and all that,

but she tells me that

you two were in a relationship

up until about 6 months

ago, that it was pretty serious.

What, you weren't in a

relationship with Rita Louis?

What you two didn't

live together?

I told you

we had a history.

Oh for God's sake, Walter.

Don't be an idiot.

I know all about you,

I know about your past,

I know about SIU.

You were with her for two years,

she left you for Steve and

now it looks like you're trying

to pin this killing on him.

No, no,

it ain't like that.

Walter, open your eyes.

We have one suspect in this case

and now I'm not going

to be able to bring him in.

Even if he did it.

No! Even if he confessed,

he's just

going to claim improper conduct.

Ain't no f***ing judge

gonna say contrary,

not when some local cop

has been harassing them

in the middle

of the f***ing night.

Alright, look it.

I'm just, I'm just going

to let it be where it is.

We have to take

the long road on this.

You can't see them no more,

you can't talk to them

and you sure

can't touch this case.

You're done.

Are we clear?

Okay. Well, lets just get

through the God damn day.

Why don't you pick

up the girl's mother

and take her to

I.D. the body.

Can you handle that?

Then you go home.

...Wallace across to Delver.

Still no word of 3 year old

Jamie Smith believed abducted

from her school on Friday while

playing in the schoolyard.

Police suspect her abductor-

They ain't gonna

find him, are they?

And even if,

what then?

Couple years.

No difference.

I still won't

have my Mellie.

Couple years.

If a dog had done it,

they'd put him down.

You think that's fair?

Is that justice?

Or just a waste of time?

Dear Lord, we give thanks

for the food before us

and the shelter

over our heads.

We thank you for your

guidance and your love. Amen.

Amen.

Jan is scared

out of her wits,

says she won't let the

kids go swimmin' because of it.

Not 'til

she knows who done it.

You believe that?

Like the whole lake

is contaminated or something.

You think Terry McNeil

is going to stop parking

up at the Point

Please.

I swear that boy

didn't wait 12 hours

before he was boasting about

doing his business up there.

There's gotta be a fine or

somthing for that right?

Boy. He sets no example

for his brothers.

Oh! And worse

than everything,

Mary D. had her fat arse perched

on a barstool all afternoon.

Spoke her filth about how

that girl was a W-H-O-R

and got what God gave her.

Just appalling, talking that

way about another woman,

another person even.

No sense speaking in a

public place neither.

You know I ain't never been

to a men's parlour or what you

call'em, but I can just bet you

that them girls is just people.

Probably got kids

need taking care of,

mortgages over their heads

like everyone else.

God forbid I should say

that to Mary D.,

she'd probably

lose her mind.

Her fat, little head would

probably pop right off,

it get so red like a beet.

Those dancing girls

may as well

be the devil incarnate

in her mind.

I know you're treating

her like a lady,

doing your best to find

who done it.

Baby, what?

What's up? What?

No, no, no, no.

No, this is too much.

You must tell the truth.

Get out!

You have to tell the truth!

Out! Out! Get out! Out!

Rita!

You f***ing retard!

What's wrong with you?

Oh my God, what's

wrong with you? Huh?

You tell me what- what am-

I f***ing hate you,

I never want to see your

stupid f***ing face!

Go! Off our

f***ing property!

Steve!

Take a hint. She hates you,

you pathetic f***.

Stop embarrassing yourself

and go home.

Jesus,

what do we gotta do?

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