Water's Edge Page #5

Sit down.

How long you and your wife been | staying up at your daddy's cottage?

We moved in | at the beginning of this month.

And this is just | for recreational purposes?

- I'm working on a new book. | - Oh, is that right?

Have you heard anything | unusual in the last week?

No, I haven't.

Do you own any other guns | other than the shotgun there?

No. | And that's not my gun.

It was my father's.

I see. So you're saying | you never fired it?

No. I mean, | not since I was 12.

I'm really gonna need to speak | with your wife.

Well, there's nothing | she can tell you that I can't.

Oh, I don't doubt that.

It's just that you live three miles | from the scene of a homicide.

- A homicide? | - Yes, a multiple homicide. Yes, sir.

Whoa. | I haven't heard anything.

These homicides, they-- | they happened in the last week.

Is there anything you heard | that you just can't explain?

Like what?

That's what I'm trying | to figure out here.

Look, Officer...

I lived in New York | most of my life,

and if I had heard gunshots, | I'd have known what they sounded like.

- Are you sure? | - I'm positive.

Well, that's kind of strange, | don't you think?

- What's that? | - Well, I didn't mention gunshots.

I just said homicide. I think it's kind | of funny you'd just assume that.

Well, Officer, we did a lot of talking | about that rifle there.

I think that's a pretty | fair assumption.

You know what?

When you put it that way...

I see your point.

Are you sure you don't want | a soda or anything?

No, thank you. | I'm fine.

if my associate

tracked down | your wife at the grocery store.

Sit tight.

Say...

you ever serve | in the army?

No. | My dad was in Korea.

- Why? | - I was just wondering.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, no, no, no, | the flashlight.

Hey! Hey!

He took off 'round back!

Robert?

Robert?

Robert?

( metal banging )

Where you going, | Shakespeare?

Ow!

Damn it!

Son of a b*tch.

Son of a b*tch!

It was you.

You and your husband, | you started this.

No. But we finished it. | Or we thought we did.

How could you do that?

Allow your husband to take | those pictures of you?

Molly, as grateful as I am | for what you've done for me,

I'm sure as hell not gonna stand here | and listen to you lecture me

on what a husband and wife | should and shouldn't do.

Robert didn't come | home last night.

- Where is he? | - Cops came, took him away.

- Why should I believe you? | - I don't care, really!

All I know is it's not going to be long | till they come looking for me.

So I need you to tell me | where the money is.

It's in the locker, | where it's always been.

No, it's not | in there, Molly!

Now tell me where it is.

You tell me | where Robert is.

You're like a little house bird. | You know that, Molly?

Without somebody taking care of you | or that little house you done built up,

you could be squashed | in a fist.

I'm stronger than you think.

Well, try this on.

The last time I saw Robert | was last night.

And aside from being | real drunk,

his spirits were real high.

At least that's what | it looked like

when I was on top of him | and he was on top of me.

Inside me.

You're not strong | enough for him, Molly.

And I think you know that.

So I don't think | you know where the money is.

'Cause you're not | in his thoughts anymore.

You're not a part | of his life.

You're weak, Molly.

You're nothing | but a little, weak--

( groans )

( gasping )

( screams )

Get him, T!

Damn it, Molly, | I don't have time for this.

Give it up!

How do you like | where I parked my truck? Huh?!

Huh?!

Take a load off.

Why'd you have to beat | on him so much?

He ran. We went after him. | What's your problem?

Byron:
| Take off the handcuffs.

I said take 'em off!

Byron, the day I take | a direct order from you

will be the day | I lick my own nut sack.

- ( T laughs ) | - Block: Take 'em off.

You heard me, Campbell. | Take 'em off.

You'll have to excuse the stench | in here, Mr. Graves.

Our mutual friend T. Wallace | insists on keeping the feed store open,

despite the fact that there isn't much | of a demand for horse oats anymore.

They just sit back here | getting wet and moldy.

- It's a waste of space, T. | - I'll be the judge of that.

I suppose you will.

You mind if I sit?

Now don't be sore | at old Byron here.

He's looking out | for your best interests,

as all of us are.

You see, your daddy was what we'd | like to call "Old Reedsville."

Your people are buried | up on Magnolia Hill, same as ours.

So we've decided we'd like | to claim you, Mr. Graves,

as one of our own.

Someone we'd like | to take care of.

I can take care of myself.

Hmm. That, uh...

remains to be seen, | don't you think?

You're... | bleeding there.

Here you go.

Now, I'm in a very | awkward position.

Yeah, I know.

- I've seen all your positions. | - Ah.

A reference to the lewd photographs, | I suppose, yes.

There's a few questions I'd like | to ask you about those.

Yeah? Why don't you ask him? | He's the one who took 'em.

You mean T? | Well, now,

we've had our differences | over the years,

but he would never | do something like that to me.

Then why is he here?

Well, you killed | his brother for one.

Sheriff Dodd.

He's the one you shot and sank | at the bottom of Chitwick Lake.

Oh. Well, I guess sh*t | doesn't float after all.

Stop it!

Hang on, you gotta admit, | that was a pretty good one, T.

Now, just sit down | and relax now. Come on.

Son, she's a bad person.

Her and her husband.

the pictures.

They're the ones | who started this whole mess.

Mm-hmm. Now, | if you've seen those pictures,

I imagine you also saw

a little black bag up there, too.

If Rae is up at that cabin I'm concerned | about Molly's safety.

She's a fierce woman, | this Rae Butler.

( Block chuckles )

Sweet as a Georgia peach, | though, I gotta tell you.

Of course, I may might be speaking | to the already converted.

You've... had a sample of that | peach pie now, haven't you?

What is it you want from me?

Mr. Graves, | we're it.

This is the committee. | We make Reedsville happen.

Now, if you say you didn't | kill someone, that's it,

you didn't kill someone. | Ain't that right, T?

Like he said,

you can be part | of "Old Reedsville."

Byron here's gonna | take you back.

And you will return to us | what is rightfully ours.

After that... it's over.

Done. Finito.

I figure we've got enough | dirt on each other

to keep the playing field fair.

So what, you're just | gonna kill her?

No. | No, no, no, no, no.

We missed our opportunity at that, | unfortunately.

We're gonna put some cash | in her hand

and ship that split-tailed b*tch | out on a bus.

Robert, we just got to go | pick up that money.

Just you and me.

all is forgotten.

( laughs )

How do you do it?

How do you get | all these fools

wrapped around | your finger?

We take care of our own.

Like I said...

we're "Old Reedsville."

- Wait! Wait! | - I'm sorry, Molly.

I can't let Robert | find you like this.

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