The Paperboy Page #3

I'm here.

See, people who fall

in love outside...

of a normal relationship,

they have these powers...

telepathic powers.

Hillary and I have that

kind of connection, you dig?

??????

[music from radio]

[bell ringing]

Now why ain't you

in college?

Huh?

Uh, I was a swimmer

when I was in school.

No kidding?

Yeah.

I was a swimmer.

You were?

uh-huh. I'd swim

like a mermaid

if it wasn't

for my damn curly hair.

I think straight hair

gives me class.

All right.

Good.

??????

So?

Well, we was drunk one night, and, uh...

I just...

I lost my temper

and just...

well, I emptied the pool.

At your college?

The university

of Florida.

They called that vandalism,

I guess.

It's actually not as easy

to do as it sounds.

So you lose

your temper often?

Mm.

This place is full of boys

just like you

who lost their temper

one day.

I'm getting horny

being this close to him.

[deep sigh]

Oh, baby.

[sucks in air]

I bet he's horny

for me all the time.

Yeah.

Mmm.

Oh, I can feel him.

Can I help you folks?

Oh, no.

Yes, Officer.

Uh... hm.

We just wanted to sit in your

parking lot for a little while.

What for?

His daddy's in there and we

wanted to send him good vibrations.

Some good what?

Oh, these special things

called good vibrations.

[chuckles]

Sorry, ma'am.

Y'all can't park here.

Oh.

Yes, Officer.

[engine starts]

(Anita, off) The story that

Hillary told the deputies

was never investigated.

He simply told it once

from the witness stand

and was never asked

to elaborate,

not even

by his own lawyers.

[indistinct]

Good to see you again,

Ward. Nice to see you.

Sir, this is my writing

partner, Mr. Yardley Acheman.

[clock ticking loudly]

Of course.

I suppose

the best place to start

would be

the beginning.

I was born

in this county.

1897, to poor

but proud parents.

(Yardley) Mr. Pine,

could we skip 65 years,

save everyone some time?

Hillary V an Wetter, 1965?

Oh, I can't agree to talk

to you about that matter.

Not without

my client's permission.

He's entitled to his privacy,

just like anybody else.

You have his permission.

He wrote you.

I'll have to check

that out.

I'm sure the letters would

be in your files, Mr. Pine.

That's what you say, but

I have a client to protect.

Look here.

If we have to get a

lawyer of our own down here

to sort this out,

then while he's here,

we're gonna have him look through

every aspect of Mr. Van Wetter's case.

Including the competency

of his defense.

There was nothing wrong with the

defense Hillary Van Wetter got in court!

Then you have nothing

to worry about from us.

We just want

to talk to him.

Then we'll be

out of your...

You don't know a thing

about this person!

You've been in this world

for five minutes, boy!

(Ward) Now that's just

not necessary, Mr. Pine.

Yes. I talk the way I want in my office!

All right. Then you'll

arrange the meeting, will you?

Quick!

We're gonna be late!

You get

the marriage license?

[laughter]

I can't believe

we 're doing this!

[kissing sound]

F***! Jack, go knock

on the door again.

(Ward) There she is. Whoa, baby

Well, I say... (Ward)

Good morning, Miss Bless.

Look at Daisy Mae.

(Charlotte)

Morning.

(Ward) You look just fine.

Hope he likes it.

[sigh]

Uh...

Would you mind putting

up the windows?

It's gonna muss my hair.

Are you serious?

I'm sweating like a

pregnant nun back here.

[engine starts]

unbelievable!

[music]

Hi.

(officer)

You got 15 minutes.

No physical contact

of any kind.

No tape recorders.

No object may be passed to the prisoner.

I'll be right

outside this door.

[angry voice distant]

[door closes]

(Ward)

Mr. Van Wetter,

my name is Ward Jansen.

This is my associate, Yardley

Acheman... You look like your picture.

(Charlotte whispers sexy) Mmm. I do?

Thank you.

[giggles]

These your

paperboys?

Mm-hm.

What they gonna do

for us?

They gonna save you.

They're gonna save us?

Mm-hm.

Sh*t. They can't even

save themselves.

Mr. Van Wetter,

we wanted to ask you

about the lost evidence

in your case.

Shut up. Can't you see I'm busy?

(Hillary, whispering) Will you

do something for me right now?

Oh.

Oh, I wish I could.

Spread your legs open

a little bit.

Mmm.

Yeah.

Now tear off

them pantyhose.

Rip those off.

Yeah.

Mm-hm.

Move your hands away.

Mmm.

Yeah.

[panting]

Now open

up your mouth...

you picture what you

wrote me in your letters.

[moaning]

[groaning]

[moaning continues]

You b*tch!

[sigh]

[panting]

[gasping loudly]

[deep groans]

[gasps]

Oh, I love you.

[door opens]

(officer) What the

hell's going on in here?

You're a good girl. I warned

y'all! This visit's over!

I told y'all this visit was... come on!

Come on, Hillary.

N o!

N o!

There's nothing going on!

Sh*t! N o! [laughing]

What the f***? I didn't touch that girl!

No!

No!

What the f***

you laughing about?

[laughter continues]

(Ward) Come on now,

Miss Bless. [wailing]

(Anita, off) Jack came home

and threw up after that.

He couldn't believe

he still loved her

after what he saw,

but he did.

(clerk) You're Ward

Ward's boy? (Ward) M m-hm.

Most contrary man

in all of M oat County.

What may I do for you

gentlemen today?

It's about the murder

of Sheriff Call.

I understand that there's

some physical evidence

relating to the case

that was lost?

Yes, sir.

I believe there was.

Well, we was wondering

what sort of explanation

the department might have.

I wish I knew.

Mr. Van Wetter once cut

a deputy's thumb off.

Did you know that?

It was over a traffic ticket,

if I remember.

You can't do much

without your thumb.

It's what separates us

from the primates.

For a little thing like

holding your wife's titty.

You're not married, Mr. Jansen? No.

A little thing like that,

you can't do it.

Maybe I'll just go talk

to the deputies

who was involved

in the arrest.

You can talk

to whoever you want

as long as they'll talk

to you. But they won't.

And why is that?

They haven't forgotten what

Hillary did to one of theirs.

The judge

allowed testimony

based on evidence

that he never even saw.

He took the officer's word

over Hillary's.

I can't say I blame him. Nobody does.

[tinging]

[boxing sounds]

[Jack, laughing] You

got me in the face there.

(Yardley) So you've got to ask him.

Where was he

between 2:
00 and 6: 00?

(Ward) I'm gonna ask him

about some things he wrote,

some letters to Charlotte.

[footsteps]

[buzzer]

[door opens]

Here we go.

(officer)

H old.

[door opens]

Good morning,

Mr. Van Wetter.

Hey.

[Ward clears his throat]

Where's your dress?

You don't like me

like this?

You know a prisoner

by the name of...

Ward, Ward, Ward.

You know a prisoner

by the name

of Mr. Bobby Valentine?

Mr. V an Wetter?

Mr. Demarcus Williams,

Mr. Bobby Hinton?

Another prisoner

by the name of Jimmy Edwards,

another one, Demarcus.

I think his name is Curt.

I forgot his last name.

Anyway, you know what

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