The Woodsman Page #2

No such thing, man.

I couldn't love her enough.

Oh, I've got photos.

You want to see?

- Nah, it's all right.

- Ah, come on.

I don't want to see

any goddamn pictures, all right?

They're just photos

I took at the party.

Carlos, I want to see my sister

and my niece in person.

Okay?

Yeah, okay.

I'm just saying Carlos

has a thing for his daughter.

If he's not careful, he's gonna suffer.

You think I'm crazy?

Do you think you're crazy?

You know, talking to you is like riding

on a f***in' merry-go-round.

That's a marvellous image, Walter.

Because by going in circles we find things

we missed the first time around.

When will I be normal?

"So what should I do?

Call the cops?

Yeah, that's pretty funny.

But what if Candy seduces one

to go for a ride?

Yeah, that's right.

If the boy goes for a ride...

it's because he wants

to go for a ride. "

Walter.

Cop.

Sergeant Lucas.

You mind if I come in?

You are in.

Yeah, I am.

But I always like to ask.

It's a force of habit.

You don't mind if I look around, do you?

I would.

Why, you got something to hide?

Doesn't everybody?

Have a seat.

I could get a search warrant.

Yeah, if you could get a search warrant,

you would have brought one today.

This cherry?

Yeah.

It's a little unusual design

for a contemporary piece, but...

Walter...

two nights ago a 10-year-old girl

got attacked not far from here.

That's a bit of a coincidence,

don't you think?

- What time did it happen?

- I'll ask the questions.

If you tell me what time

it happened, maybe I could...

Get your hands out

of your f***in' pockets!

Sit down!

I know every f***in' move

you make...

every goddamn step.

When you sleep, when you eat...

when you sh*t, when you jack off...

When you're sitting there

by the window...

watching the little girls

in their cotton white dresses...

and you're sittin' there on your little

jack-off bench, and you're jackin' off.

Do you show your cock

to little girls when you jack off?

- You can't talk to me like...

- Like what?

Like a piece of sh*t? That's what

you are to me, a piece of sh*t.

Throw you out

that window right now.

Think somebody's gonna miss you?

I could say you jumped

when I came in.

Who you think

they're gonna believe, me or you?

You'd just be a dead piece of sh*t.

We need to make sure...

that you're being

a good boy, Walter.

Okay?

- Okay?

- Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Have a good day.

Nice table.

Yes, may I help you, please?

- What did you think would happen?

- I don't know.

- What did you want to happen?

- I don't know!

Would you please stop writing

in the f***ing pad?

You know that if anything happens to me,

I go back to prison.

No parole. No nothin'. For life.

- Is this the first one?

- Of course it is!

- Why do you think I'm telling you?

- I want you to calm down.

You followed a girl.

Perhaps you wanted to see

what it felt like after so many years.

Maybe subconsciously

you were testing yourself.

And here you are...

talking about it with me.

This is positive.

Walter, we'll pick up here

next week.

Remember when

you asked me what...

my idea of normal was?

Normal is when I can see a girl...

be near a girl, even talk to a girl...

and not think about...

That's my idea of normal.

What are you lookin' at?

- What's this?

- What's it look like?

A plant. I don't need a plant.

Everyone needs a plant.

This ivy is one tough baby.

It's a cutting from one of mine.

So, here's the deal.

Give it a little water...

go easy on the direct sunlight...

and notice it

every once in a while.

They love it when you look at 'em

or touch their leaves.

Think you can handle that?

Such an a**hole.

Thanks.

Want to go for a ride?

Sure.

Get your coat.

Why do you stay?

I see something in you,

something good.

You don't see it yet, but I do.

You know, most people

say the odds are against me.

What odds?

Percentages...

for guys like me.

Most of us end up back there.

Well, most people don't know

what they're talking about.

You want to talk about odds?

Someday I'll tell you how I survived...

as the only daughter

in a family with three sons.

Hell, maybe you should

tell me now.

Maybe not.

You scared?

I got poked around

here and there.

Jesus. Which brother?

All three, in chronological order.

Why are you telling me this?

I'm trying to tell you who I am,

if you're interested.

You must hate your brothers.

- I love my brothers.

- No, you don't.

I love all of them.

They're strong, gentle men

with families of their own.

If you ever asked them about what they did

to me, they'd beat the sh*t out of you.

And they'd call you a f***ing liar.

Hey...

I never told anyone that before.

Yeah, he's right there.

Hey, Jim.

Yeah. Okay.

I'll tell him. Bye-bye.

Bob said you wanted to see me.

He wants everyone to sign

this card for Reggie.

It's a baby girl.

Reggie must be a happy man.

I heard you're lookin'

for another job.

Where'd you hear that?

- Around.

- I'm not lookin' for another job.

I just heard they're looking for some

good men down at Dan Shroeder's place.

I like my job. Thank you.

- So, I've got some good news.

- What's that?

Annette will see you.

Aren't you glad?

When?

Early July.

- That's three months from now.

- It's a better time.

Carla will be away at camp.

House'll be quiet.

It's better when it's quiet.

- Tell Annette I'm busy in July.

- Now, come on, Walter.

You should see my appointment book.

It just got crazy.

- It isn't what you think.

- Isn't it?

Look, the important thing

is that you and Annette talk.

She needs to see you,

and you need to see her.

I'm not a monster.

Hey.

So next week, Annette's gonna

be away for a few days, right?

And the thing is,

when Annette's away...

I get horny as hell for other women.

I mean, I fantasize about

f***ing some beautiful woman.

You don't have to tell me this.

I know. I'm just sayin' I understand.

It's crazy out there. I mean,

girls wearing mini-this, mini-that...

Sometimes when I walk down the street

and I pass a sexy-looking woman...

she makes me feel

like I'm bothering her.

Hey, I see a pretty lady, I look.

That's the price of beauty, my friend.

You wouldn't believe the things Carla

and her friends are wearin' these days.

- Can I ask you something?

- Sure.

You ever have...

feelings for Carla?

What do you mean?

You know, feelings.

Look, man, I ain't got your sick f***in'...

Disease? Is that what it is?

Whatever the f*** it is,

I ain't got it.

So if you ever touch

my daughter, I'll kill you.

When I say the word "girl"...

what is the earliest image

you can remember?

When I say the word "pretty,"

when I say the word "pleasure"...

who do you see?

I see my sister.

Where is she?

She's asleep in my bedroom.

Where are you?

I'm in my bed too.

How old are you and your sister?

Oh, about six.

That would make her four.

What are you doing?

Nothin'. Takin' a nap.

- A nap?

- Yeah, a nap.

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