The Last Letter Page #5

You keep your mind

on your family.

You, me, and Claudia,

we made a vow and we're

gonna stick together. Right?

Hmm?

No matter what.

It's gonna work out, okay?

Don't worry.

How long are we

gonna live like this?

We can't ignore each

other forever.

It's been three months.

I'm still your wife.

I want another baby.

I want another child.

Are you... Are you crazy?

It's all I ever wanted.

How are you even

asking me this?

Michael.

Catherine, I can't find a job.

How do you expect

for me to take care of us

and this child you now want?

Well, things will get better.

And what if they don't?

What if things

don't get better?

I'll get a job.

Let me help you.

Haven't you done enough?

I'm sorry. I'm stressed.

George said he would help.

What'd you say about George?

I told him that money

was tight and he said he would help.

Don't you ever open your mouth to another

man about what happens in this house.

Hmm?

Ever.

What happened at

Haynes-Martin?

We mutually decided that change

would be in my best interest.

I see.

Look.

Miss Gainey, I think I'm more than acutely

qualified for the vice-president position.

Well, that's a matter

of opinion, isn't it?

Absolutely, pardon

the disrespect.

I just wanted to highlight some

of my qualifications, that's all.

All those are evident with a

quick glance of your resume.

MBA Stanford, magna cum laude, and

it seems that you get the job done.

At least on paper. However,

I'm not sure you're a fit.

The bulk of your experience

is at one firm.

We are looking for someone

a little more well-rounded.

I'm sorry.

Well, I'm aware that, you know, you're

looking to fill management positions

and I'm more than willing to

work my way back up again.

That position pays

$50,000 a year.

That's a third of your

previous salary.

Yes, Miss Gainey,

I'm very aware of that,

but if given the chance...

I'm sorry, but that would be

really irresponsible of me.

I think we're better off finding

a more suitable candidate.

Miss Gainey, please.

Tali, can you send in my

next candidate, please?

- Right away.

- Thank you.

Mr. Wright, you'll receive a

letter from the HR department.

Well, thank you, Miss Gainey,

for your time

and consideration.

What do you mean,

"What s what?" What happened?

Stop crying!

Samson, stop crying, please!

Haven't you done enough?

Stop f***ing crying!

Hi.

Hey.

What happened?

Hey, Mike.

Come join me.

I didn't wanna smoke

up your house, man.

Whew, rough day?

Yeah, you could say that.

I know it's been

hard on you guys.

I was just sitting out here thinking

about when your wife and I were kids,

we couldn't have been older than 12 when

they put us together in that foster home.

Crazy old Mr. Smith.

Hard man.

He was a mean son of a b*tch.

I'd run away and

he'd come find me.

Catherine got me

through all of that.

She set me free.

She set us all free.

You my man.

But Claudia and Catherine,

that's my family.

And I'll do whatever it takes, whatever

is necessary, to protect them.

Brother, you come up into my house,

offer me a beer, then you threaten me?

No, man.

I mean it kind of

sounded like...

Nah, I'm just hoping

to open your eyes.

She loves you, man.

She needs you.

I have to call you back.

Okay, bye.

Hey.

Hey.

You all right?

Yeah.

Cat said that I could stay

for a couple of days.

I hope that's all right.

Yeah. It's okay.

Thanks.

Want something to drink?

Nah, I'm good, thank you.

Okay.

What happened at the Smith house

between you, George and Catherine?

There was a fire.

You know that.

What happened?

I think that's something that you

need to discuss with your wife.

Claudia, I'm trying to

talk to you about it.

Good night, Michael.

Yeah.

Good night.

Hey, you didn't come

home for dinner.

Yeah, I'm okay.

Ate out.

You told Claudia she

could stay here?

Just for a few days.

You didn't think it was

important to tell me?

No, I thought...

You thought what?

You thought it was on

a need-to-know basis?

I mean, it's my house, right?

I don't... I don't

know sh*t, do I?

I didn't know about

your sleep disorder,

you're telling all of our business to

your friends around town... I mean...

That's not true.

It is true,

of course, it's true!

- Why are you attacking me?

- Because I don't trust you!

I'm your husband, Catherine.

I should know everything.

You know everything now.

I know everything now?

Okay, what happened

at the Smith house?

What?

At the Smith house,

what happened?

There was a fire and he died.

How did the fire get started?

Did you start the fire?

Did you have one of

your sleep episodes?

No.

- Huh?

- No.

Did you f***ing start the

fire? Did you kill him?

- Did you f***ing kill him?

- No!

- Did you kill him?

- No, no, George... George did.

He was raping me and Claudia and

then George started the fire.

And you didn't think that was

important to tell me?

It's in the past.

It's over, it's in the past.

Just like our son

is in the past?

How could you say that?

And you're asking me,

you actually ask me

to have another child?

You should have told me.

You should have told me,

I'm your husband.

Damn it!

It wasn't her fault.

Then whose fault was it?

We told police

that George was in the room

with Mr. Smith and his boy.

The truth of the matter is that George

wasn't allowed to watch the games with them.

Catherine and I

locked the door.

The TV was so loud, they

didn't even hear us leave.

By the time we got outside, George

lit the fire in the kitchen.

And this is the first time I'm saying it

out loud, and I'm sure it's her first time

saying it out loud too.

And you all think that

makes it all right?

I don't know.

But I do know that at the time

it seemed like our only way out.

Y'all are all f***ed up.

You f***ing set a dude on

fire, you're all f***ed up.

You wouldn't understand!

Oh, yeah...

What the f***?

You killed my grandson.

You killed my son.

Everything you touch dies.

What is this about?

It's about the fire

at the Smiths' house.

Who set the fire?

Who started it in the kitchen?

Did you start the fire?

An investigator came around

asking questions about the fire.

He was murdered last week.

I think George has

done something terrible.

The medicine isn't working.

Did you have one

of your sleep episodes?

No.

Did you kill him?

You killed our son!

Catherine?

Catherine, sweetie,

I heard a scream.

Catherine.

Catherine, what did you do?

Catherine!

Catherine, listen to me,

what did you do?

Oh, God.

Michael?

Michael?

Michael?

Michael!

I've got time of

death about 1:
34 a. m.

Gotcha.

Michael!

What happened?

- What happened to Michael? Michael!

- Come on, ma'am.

- Michael! What happened?

- Come on! It's a crime scene.

You can't be here.

George!

It's okay.

- Okay, let's go.

- It's okay.

It's okay.

Michael!

No! No, no, no, no!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Dear Samson,

I think of you often and I

will never forget your smile.

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