The Offspring

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My Katherine.

Sweet Katherine.

Darling.

There will be no more delays.

The sentence must be carried out.

I'm sorry.

Please.

Don't apologize, Warden.

Katherine White,

in accordance with the laws

of the state of Tennessee,

you are sentenced to die

on this day and at this time

by lethal injection.

Good night.

Mr. White?

Hello?

Hello?

How did you get in here?

Mr. White?

Yes, I'm Julian White.

You shouldn't be here now.

The library is closed.

Well, the front door

was open, so I...

My name is Beth Chandler.

Really, young lady.

You must leave.

Library is closed.

And I want to be alone

right now.

I can understand

you wanting to be alone.

I just came from

your niece's execution.

- I don't believe you.

- I'm sorry.

It's true.

I'm a reporter.

I've been covering

your niece's case

since the very beginning.

Yes, I talked to the press.

I may have even talked to you.

It was just a waste of time

and words.

Yes, but you haven't told

the entire story.

A little girl, age seven,

who commits a murder

and doesn't quit

until she's 32?

Well, it all ended tonight,

but there'll be more.

Are you saying the state executed

the wrong woman?

I'm saying it doesn't end the problem

or the terror.

Children like Katherine

are born every day

into a life sentence

of killing horribly.

It's a little late

to be copping a plea.

I'm not excusing Katherine.

I'm trying to tell you a truth.

What do you know about this town?

I know that Oldfield

has got a long history of violence

and many a murderer

can call this place home.

A long history of violence.

It's as though the very foundation

of this place was...

human suffering.

Very dramatic.

Maybe a little overboard?

You have a lot to learn, my dear.

- A diary?

- No, it's a journal.

I read it.

It's fantastic and I believe it.

What's this sketch?

That is the face

of Stanley Burnside,

Oldfield's latest gift

to this great big, beautiful world.

A milder man

you never could imagine.

But what lives behind those

bland eyes of his...

Look at them.

Grace.

I should've brought you flowers.

Sweetheart?

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Stanley.

Stanley...

You wanted me, Stanley.

You wanted me, Stanley.

You can have me, Stanley.

You can have me, Stanley.

Have me, Stanley.

Aah!

Look, Stanley.

You're burning the damn thing.

Oh, Grace? Yeah, I know.

Oh, God. Ain't she some sh*t?

She got legs all the way up

to where the hair grows.

It'd take two men and a young gorilla

to satisfy that, huh?

Burt, she's liable to hear that.

I'm sorry, Stanley.

I'm just sayin' it like I see it.

You know me?

Say it like you see it.

- Where's the ketchup?

- Burt, you need a beer.

Yeah, she's some kind of woman,

all right.

Hey, you throw a hell of a party

there, Stanley.

I notice you ain't eatin' hot dogs.

Ls there any particular reason for that?

Sister, come on now.

Boy, Mama always said

you were the slowest one of us.

Hurry up. It's gonna melt.

What are you doin'?

I've only done this

a thousand times.

And you know how affected I am

by temperature.

Whew.

Gimme your towel.

Ever since the rheumatic fever,

my body temperature...

I know. I know all that stuff.

- 20 degrees higher than normal...

- ...higher than normal.

This is the only way

to bring it down.

Don't I know.

I heard your party.

I wish that I'd felt up

to joinin' you, but I...

I was a bit tired all day.

Did your friends from work

ask about me?

I do hope you extended my apologies

for not bein' there.

Well, I... I did.

Hm.

You know what

I found today, Stanley?

That photo portrait

of you and me

sittin' on Daddy's lap

in front of the Christmas tree.

You remember that?

Yes, I do.

Do you miss those times?

I know I do.

Just you and me and Daddy.

Now it's...

it's just you and me, Bobby.

Our love is all we have

in the world.

Company paper, gentlemen.

- Uh, Grace.

- What?

Uh, nothin'.

I hope you had a good time

at the employee party.

I said thank you last night.

I know you did.

Uh, you're welcome. Again.

Hi, babe.

Loading platform, pick up line three.

Just rolled over on it in her sleep

and smothered it.

Stanley, is that you?

Who else could it be?

A caller, perhaps.

Here, little kitty-kitty,

kitty-kitty, kitty-kitty...

Stanley, what are you doin'?

I'm fixin' dinner.

That wimp Burnside pisses me off.

Oh, Stanley's a little stiff,

but it's not my place.

- That's a pretty rose.

- Why, thank you.

From a secret admirer.

Secret admirer.

Hey, don't touch the tuna fish.

I'm gonna get a head start

on the fertilizer.

Grace, we've worked together

for a while,

and I... I think we ought to get

to know each other better.

I've always, always liked you.

- Hello?

- Eileen there?

No, she's not. Uh, I'm sorry.

- She's not here.

- She went out?

- Yes, Eileen went out.

- You know when she'll be back?

Uh, I don't know. Late.

Good-bye.

Stanley, who was it?

Uh, wrong number.

Kitty, look at him.

Hello?

Grace.

Yes. Who is this?

Stanley Burnside.

What is it, Stanley?

Uh, you know, Grace,

we've worked together

for some time now

and I thought,

well, if you don't have any plans,

uh, could...

would you go out with me tonight?

I don't think so, Stanley.

I sent the flowers.

The rose and that note...

I'm the one.

How 'bout dinner?

If you... if you hadn't already eaten,

I mean.

Well, maybe a little something.

Do you know where I live?

Stanley? Stanley?

Ugh. What's this?

- Dinner.

- Wait a minute.

You look like you're goin'

to Sunday services.

I have a date.

You know what, Grace?

I would never have

allowed myself to think

you and I would be sittin' here

together eatin' dinner

and bein' friends like this.

Really?

I told my sister

I had a date tonight,

and you should've seen her face.

I have to spend a lot

of time with her,

and...

focus all of my attention on her.

Stanley.

Do you think I could have

a cup of coffee?

Well, my mama liked yams.

You know, she died

when she was 89 and a half.

She was a good woman.

Did you know I...

I write poetry,

uh, song lyrics?

L... I wrote a song about you, Grace.

Burnside,

you are not going to sing to me.

I don't know what you expect,

but why don't you

just take me home

before you embarrass yourself

any more.

I'm sorry, Grace. I just... I...

I just didn't understand

what you were

lookin' for in a man.

Luau.

What's the matter with that?

Take me home, Burnside.

You just don't have it.

What... uh...

Why are you making this a problem?

I love you, Grace.

This is a pathetic joke.

I love you.

Stanley, will you just...

Stanley, my hair.

Ugh!

Aah!

Oh, Grace.

You are my love

Your eyes

Are as clear as

The sky a

Your hair is so long

Your skin is so white

Grace 4'

I love

You

$80.4'

I have an announcement.

Hold on.

Last night our own Ms. Scott

was murdered.

Strangled, dumped

in the middle of the road.

There will be services tomorrow

at Johnson's Funeral Home.

1:
00 pm. You may attend.

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