The Unsaid Page #4

Don't play these games.

It's not a game.

I'm over you. We move on.

- You're over me?

- Yeep.

Don't walk away

when I'm talking to you.

- Okay. We're not done.

- Will you knock it off?

We're gonna go for a ride.

I need to talk to you, Shelly.

- I'm not going anywhere!

- I need to talk to you, Shelly.

I don't want to...

She said no.

F***! Let go of it! Aw! Just.

Okay! Just let go of it!

F***! F***!

Mom!

Mom!

- Nice house.

- Yeah, I guess...

- You want something to drink?

- Yeah... Sure.

You don't think he's gonna...

like report me?

- Who? Troy?

- Yeah.

No. He wouldn't talk

to the cops or anything.

He's got a suspended license.

Got a DUI.

The cops are the last people

he wants to talk to.

Oklahoma Police have discovered the

body of 20-year-old, Chloe Fryman...

Oh, my God! I know that girl!

She went to my school.

...in an empty freight car, which was

then traced back here to the local...

...Lawrence Railyard. A spokesperson

forthe police indicated they suspect...

...foul play although as yet

have no leads in the case.

This is Melissa Gleason reporting live

from the Lawrence Railways.

- Back to you, Larry.

- Thank you, Melissa.

Oh, my God! That's so scary.

Are you okay?

I just...

Yeah, I know. That's awful.

The Railyard? She must have

been at the Rave last week.

We were right there.

Yeah, we were.

You want some more? It's good, huh?

Oh shoo!

- God! You scared me!

- Sorry. I didn't mean to.

- No. It's okay. It was an accident.

- I should go.

No! Wait!

Tommy? What is it?

Nothing. I just...

I just can't blow my chances of getting

out of Holly Hills right now.

'Cause of Troy?

Come on, I'll vouch for you.

You were protecting me.

And thank you.

You're welcome.

Don't worry whether you might have

broken curfew, gentlemen.

If you were out after hourthat night,

you'll face no discipline.

Just a few questions.

Three Fridays ago... Lawrence

Railyard... the old chemical plant...

One of those big "Rave" parties.

The place to be apparently...

I'll be leaving a number you can call...

Strictly confidential.

And you just might be

helping us catch a murderer.

Thank you for your time.

Please understand, Mr. Caffey. I'm not

here to open up any old wounds or...

Or condemn you in any way.

- How is he?

- He's doing well...

I brought you a picture.

Yeah, when they told me

you were coming...

...I half-wondered

if he'd be here with you.

No he's not here. But he is eligible

to be out in three weeks.

- In the kitchen.

- He's a very good cook.

Yes, Diana's influence.

I'm hoping you might

let me some insight...

Into something that

I might not already now.

Such as?

- Well, he's very bright.

- He's too bright for his own good.

Did you discipline him?

When he needed it.

And your wife? Would she?

Pff. Please. All hugs and kisses,

that woman. Not to me, of course.

Yes, I read your court transcripts.

Your defence. The other man.

Crime of passion.

Yeah. Let me ask you. How would

you feel? I came home early.

Had a shitty day at work.

Not one lead, Di.

Not one stinkir lead all week...

Hey...

You're home early.

Jo!

I was napping. You startled me.

I went to the window and there he was.

Half-naked son of a b*tch running

through the yard behind the house...

And that's when I lost it.

No!

What have you done!

Jesus.

Now, if that's not temporary insanity,

what the hell is? Pff.

Not that it matters now anyway.

What about Tommy

when he came home?

Tommy was at school.

He didn't see anything.

Just the result.

Yeah...

I guess that's the worst part.

As they were leading me away,

there he was.

That's the last time I ever saw him.

'Til now.

Hey look um... are we finished here?

Is there something else

you want to share with me?

Tell him not to come...

when he gets out.

Tell him I don't want

to see him anymore.

Tell him to stay away.

You tell him that, okay?

You had no right going there.

That guy's got nothing to do with me.

He's your father

and he cares about you.

He doesn't care. What's he saying

now? That he's innocent?

No, he's owning up to what he did.

I'd need to ask you a question.

Did you see your father

kill your mother?

- What the hell kind of question is that?

- A simple question. Just answer.

- Did he say I did?

- No, he said you were at school.

I was in school.

Because you always

told me you cut class?

Did you cut class that day?

No. But... even if I had I would've

been at the railroad tracks.

So either way I wasn't there.

Okay...

You're not gonna

like this next question.

Stop.

I know what you're gonna say.

There was no other man.

You're pointing a knife at me, Tommy.

Tommy... Don't point a knife at me.

My mom would never do that... No way.

- You seem very sure.

- I am sure.

Did you know that the autopsy

report showed evidence...

...of recent sexual activity?

Why are you doing this?

What're you doing?

That's my mom you're talking

about for God's sakes!

I mean what d'you want, huh?

What d'you want?

What I want from you?

We need to talk about this, Tommy.

You agreed to talk about it.

We're gonna talk about it.

Okay, I know this is painful and I'm

sorry. But we need to talk about this.

So tell me:
How did it feel that day?

How did it feel on that day? My dad

came home and they got in a fight.

Okay, he killed her.

And now he's saying that she was some

kind of slut, just so that he can get off.

- How does that make you feel?

- How does that make you feel?

- How does that make you feel?

- Like that?!

- Yes.

- Oh, yeah. You're happy about this?

I'm sick of it!

Bullshit!

I'm getting out of here!

Let it out! Let it out!

No! Let it go!

- No! Let go of me!

- Let it out! Let it out! Let it out!

It's okay. It's okay, Kyle.

I got you, Kyle.

Kyle? KYLE! Let go of me!

- I'm not your son.

- I'm sorry.

Tommy. Tommy,

that's not what I meant.

No, don't. I'm not your son. Okay?

I know that.

I blew it.

It wasn't my fault.

Go on.

Go on.

Go on. Say it.

Say:
It wasn't your fault.

Come on. They all do... Come on.

It wasn't my fault!

What happened to my mother

had nothing at all to do with me!

Say it!

Okay, Tom.

And there was no other man.

There was no other man.

Right.

- I think we're done here.

- Right. Yeah, we're done.

Sorry.

Sh*t...

Anothertwo weeks and I'm history...

But I got to go out by their rules,

you know? Like a regular person.

But you're not... like a regular person.

You're like...

nobody I've ever met. You...

You talk to me... and you listen to me...

You don't pressure me...

You don't ask me questions.

- What?

- About me...

You're the only person I know who's

not always poking around at my past.

Well, if there's anything you wanted

me to know, you would tell me, right?

Don't.

- What?

- I'm sorry.

I gotta go.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Uh... I couldn't find your number.

- Did I get here at a bad time?

- Not at all. Come in.

- Are you sure it's okay?

- Absolutely.

- Ah, it's very nice.

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