1
("PUSH BACK AGAINST THE
WIND" BY MIKE HUTCHERS)
(GLASS CRUNCHING)
(FLAMES WHOOSHING)
Beneath the thunder
The sky cracks like bone
And lightning lights up my sin
When this road I wander
Becomes gravel and stone
Who's gonna save me then
Who's gonna save me
I cannot let this pain define me
I must not let the darkness in
As long as the past remains behind me
I will push back against the wind
I will push back against the wind
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
I built these cages
I bolted this door
I raised the walls that close me in
Well I can't remember
What I built them for
Who's gonna save me then
Who's gonna save me
I cannot let this pain confine me
I must not let the darkness in
As long as the past remains behind me
I will push back against the wind
I will push back against the wind
That howls through hollow promises
The wind that stirs the troubled air
The wind that shakes
me from my memories
The wind that blew me here
(GENTLE MUSIC)
(SIGHS)
I haven't got a lot of time,
Councilman, so pay attention.
I'm only gonna go through this once.
This is how it breaks down.
Remember when I told you I was 18?
Well, I meant 18-ish.
As in 17.
As in underage.
Which makes you, how
shall I put this nicely?
A disgusting perv?
A loathsome child molester?
Let's just settle on utterly unelectable.
But I'm not here to judge.
We all have our little weaknesses.
Mine is Little Debbie snack cakes.
Yours just happens to be underage girls.
Now, I'm not sure how your wife
or daughters might feel about that,
but I'm pretty sure the
voters of Franklin County
would be more than a little disturbed
if they saw this vivid,
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
if not graphic, recording of
the entire nasty business.
Especially the part where
you call me Brittany,
which I'm pretty sure is the
name of your oldest daughter.
How old is she now, 16?
What the fuck?
Relax.
I've already uploaded it to the cloud.
All right, here are your three options.
One.
I upload the video online
for the world to see.
I'm just gonna assume that's not
an option you'd be interested in.
Two.
You accept responsibility
for what you've done,
and pay for your sins.
You know like a sin tax.
$500 to be deposited into a
private internet bank account
on the 1st of every month.
You bitch.
Oh that reminds me, there's
also a penalty for insults.
So now that's 1,000 plus 500 per month.
I'm not giving you shit, you slut.
Keep going, I'll have college paid for
before I leave the room.
All done?
Okay, so 2,000 plus 500 per month.
Wait.
Wait.
You said there was a 3rd option?
You introduce me to someone
with more money and more at stake.
Another politician,
someone at the state level.
Preferably a senator, but
a representative will do.
It just has to be someone
with your same, uh,
nasty little inclinations.
I'm sure you know someone.
Birds of a feather, and all that.
You expect me to pimp
you to my colleagues?
That's 3,000.
I'll email you the bank account number.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute, just wait a minute, okay?
I find you someone and that ends this?
And I don't owe you anything?
Well, you still owe me $3,000,
I mean let's face it,
you were pretty rude.
(GENTLE MUSIC)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(LIGHTER CLICKING)
(GENTLE MUSIC)
(ENGINE CRANKING)
Shit!
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
(BEEPING)
(SIGHS)
(GENTLE MUSIC)
He didn't show.
You want me to pick her up?
FINN: No, get him to the Inn
and set things in order there.
(BEEPING)
(DOG BARKING)
(GENTLE MUSIC)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
I'm so sorry I'm late, Donna.
I tried to get back by five.
You said you'd be back
by five.
I know.
I know and I'm truly sorry.
DONNA: And you are
behind on your payments.
MARGO: I know.
I know and I'm working on it.
I'll have it soon.
They're gonna cut his services
if you don't settle your account.
I know, I'll drive
over a check tomorrow.
(DOOR SLAMS)
(GENTLE MUSIC)
What you playing?
Looks fun.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
(WIND HOWLING)
(FOREBODING MUSIC)
Norman Foley?
(DOG BARKING)
Yeah?
Here.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
What is it?
How the fuck should I know?
Who's it from?
Finn.
Tiring, motherfucker.
(DOG BARKING)
(SOFT MUSIC)
Have you seen her yet?
What's the point?
She's the only family you've got now.
TOM: I've got you.
If I could just convince you to retire.
Oh, I could never leave the business.
Your father and I built up
that place up from nothing.
It's where I want to be when I go.
Uh mom you've already done that.
I know, it's not enough.
Well maybe try it first?
It's fine.
Have you seen her yet?
There was something important
I was going to tell you.
Leonard said something.
Leonard?
You know, Leonard.
No.
Finn sent him to help out at the Inn.
That was years ago.
I've been gone a long time, mom.
It hasn't been that long.
Now what was it he said?
I remember.
It was about that man.
The man, the one who had something to do
with what happened to Lauren.
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(DOOR CREAKING)
Hello?
Mr. Pee-or-sorry?
I'm Norman, Norman Foley.
It never ceases to astonish me,
the ease with which western
tongues mangle my name.
I'm sorry, I just...
Relax, it's an observation,
not a condemnation.
For what it's worth to you,
the name is pronounced
Pure-ray-ah-sah-ray.
But you can call me Finn.
Most people find it easier to manage.
(FIRE CRACKLING)
Why Finn?
FINN: Because I'm Finnish.
Oh.
The reason I wanted to talk to you...
Concerns certain creative liberties
you took with your employer's accounts
and some unprincipled opportunist
stumbled upon your plan and is seeking
to make his fortune at your expense.
I'm not a bad person.
Please. Mr. Foley.
None of that is necessary.
I'm not the type of man
who's encumbered by moral judgment.
So you can help me?
I can.
How much is that going to cost?
Now, what kind of man would I be
if I took financial advantage of someone
who is already being taken
financial advantage of?
But if you aren't
gonna charge me anything?
Well it's quite simple, really.
I do a favor for you now
and then sometime in the future,
should the need arise,
you return the favor.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
A universe set in balance by
a simple, equitable exchange.
What would you want me to do?
Well, there's no way of
knowing until the need arises.
Which might not ever happen.
But if it does, I can assure
you that I what I ask of you
will be no more than what I'd do for you.
So you may just want me
talk to somebody for you?
If that's what it comes to.
But in the interest of full disclosure,
I need to make one point very clear.
Should a man come to you
with a request from me
at some point in the future,
I expect you to do me that favor.
Should you refuse, I would
be obligated to take action.
Please understand that I
don't traffic in good or bad,
I don't concern myself
with legal or illegal.
Those are just constructs,
man-made concepts.
They change from moment to moment,
depending upon who's in power
at any given point and time.
But justice?
Justice is part of the
fabric of the universe.
It's what maintains equilibrium.
One set of actions balancing
another set of actions.
The sparrow eats the wheat.
The hawk eats the sparrow.
That's justice.
Without it, everything
would be out of kilter.
So if we reach an agreement today,
you need to make sure you hold
down your end of the bargain.
Otherwise,
everything you cherish
and everyone you love...
(SCALES CLATTERING)
(GENTLE MUSIC)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
GPS: Calculating, Florida.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
I've got nothing to say to you.
That surprises me.
I thought you'd be anxious to meet the man
behind Lauren's tragedy.
He's an accountant.
Leads a rather nondescript
life, as I understand.
I've arranged for him to be
at your mother's bed and
breakfast this weekend.
Well you can undo it
'cause I'm not going
anywhere near the Inn.
I'm done.
I had to call in a
lot of favors, you know.
And that's your bad luck.
As far as I'm concerned, we're square.
As soon as you return the
revenue from Spring Grove.
Well that money's mine, I earned it.
I don't see how you
can justify that claim.
13 years in peels.
Fair enough, keep 10% for your trouble,
we'll call it even.
And tell me where you are and...
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(CAR DOOR SLAMS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
I think I got to a way to get him there.
Leave this to me.
(GENTLE MUSIC)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
That was quick.
I'm always serious.
Yeah, a senator will work, which district?
Are you fucking with me,
'cause I don't like to be fucked with?
The United States Senate?
You'll forgive me if I don't believe you.
The whole weekend?
And he deposited this
for incidental expenses?
All right.
When?
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
Okay, I'll wait for your email.
Understand, you will be there
to make sure what is supposed to happen
does, in fact, happen.
If I thought the accountant was capable
of fulfilling his obligation,
I wouldn't even be sending you,
but frankly, I don't
think it's in his nature.
All that matters is that she is handled
and that Tom thinks the
accountant is responsible,
and then Tom avenges his loss
and we have him where we want him.
(CRYING)
(MUSICAL TONES)
No, no, please don't.
Please.
Oh no.
No, no, no, no please!
Don't, don't hurt me, please!
Take whatever you want.
I swear I won't call the police.
You'd like young girls.
I could get you a girl.
I could get you...
(GUN FIRING)
(GRUNTS)
(GENTLE MUSIC)
She'll be there.
(GENTLE MUSIC)
(ENGINES RUMBLING)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Hey, I'm on the road right now.
Can I call you back?
No, out of town, why?
Say that again.
Did you invite her?
Did you?
Never mind, I know who's behind it.
I'll be there.
(GENTLE MUSIC)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(BRICK CLANGS)
I'll be back Sunday night.
If you anything, just call or text.
And I left his doctors
number on the fridge.
Hey I've got to go, sweetie, all right?
But I'll be back in a couple days.
(GENTLE MUSIC)
You be good.
Where are you going?
NORMAN: I've got something
I have to take care of.
MARTHA: What do you
mean, you have something
you have take care of?
I can't explain it,
just trust me, all right?
And don't ask questions.
Have you lost your mind?
You don't expect me to
sit back and say nothing
while you run off without
a word of explanation?
Yes, Martha, in this
one singular instance.
That is precisely what I expect.
Well forget it because I want to know
what's is going on.
Please.
Martha, if I could tell you anything,
I would tell you everything,
but I can't tell you anything.
Since when do we keep
secrets from each other?
Listen, I know what this looks like.
You just have to trust me.
I have to do this for you.
For the kids, for the
life we've built together.
Well if that's true,
then I'm a part of it,
and you can damn well
tell me what it's about.
I can't.
(RAIN PATTERING)
(THUNDER CLASHING)
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
(THUNDER CLASHING)
What was I going to do?
Prep dinner.
That's it.
Because Finn has people coming, right?
We're not supposed to mention that name.
Remember, Peggy?
Of course I remember.
But,
Finn has people coming, right?
People are coming.
Right.
I knew that.
(GENTLE MUSIC)
(RAIN POUNDING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(ENGINE SPUTTERING)
Shit.
(ENGINE CRANKING)
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
Thanks for stopping.
Sure.
I didn't know what I was gonna do.
I'm Margo.
Tom.
Well, Tom, if you could just drop me off
at a gas station or a convenience store,
I'd really appreciate it.
There are no gas stations out here.
No convenience stores.
Anyplace with a phone,
then, would be great.
I can't get any service on my cell.
Well this whole area is a dead zone.
There are no phones and we're too far away
from a cell tower to get a signal.
I'm afraid you're a long way from nowhere.
There's supposed to be a
bed and breakfast somewhere.
Yeah, the Inn at Birches Gardens.
Yeah, that's it.
Would you mind just dropping me off there?
That's where I'm headed, but,
to be honest, there's a Holiday
Inn just off the highway
and it's much nicer.
I'd be happy to give
you a lift over there.
I appreciate the offer, but
I'm actually meeting someone.
So, if it's not too much trouble.
You're not gonna make me walk
all the way in this storm, are you?
(GENTLE MUSIC)
(ENGINE CRANKING)
(HORN HONKING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(GEARSHIFT CLICKING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
MAN: What am I saying?
I'm saying I packed it.
It's here, I promise you that.
WOMAN: Maybe you put it in the trunk.
MAN: I didn't put it in the trunk.
I would remember if I put it in the trunk.
WOMAN: I'm just saying maybe.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
MAN: There's no maybe, you know.
You know how I know?
This hip, that's how I know.
WOMAN: Here we go with the hip.
MAN: It's like a barometer, this hip.
And this morning it was
aching like a son-of-a-gun.
And you know what that means.
WOMAN: I know what that means.
MAN: Rain, and boy
do we have the rain.
So why would I pack the
umbrellas in the trunk
if I knew it was gonna rain?
I wouldn't, that's the truth of it.
WOMAN: Okay.
Okay, I believe you.
(CLATTERING)
MAN: Okay, maybe I
left it in the trunk.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(GENTLE MUSIC)
You two are drenched.
Leonard, grab some towels.
Oh please don't bother,
it's just a little water.
We'll dry off when we get to our room.
We better get you two checked in then.
Name?
Rosenbaum, Walter and Carol.
We have you in room two,
just at the top of the stairs.
Leonard can show you the way.
Once you get all settled in,
come on back down and
Leonard'll mix you up
a nice cocktail before dinner.
I could go for a good Gin Rickey.
You know that one, Leonard?
It is Leonard, right?
I mean I hope you don't
mind me calling you Leonard?
Hey, did I tell you I had a
friend named Leonard once?
He lived in Pittsburgh.
(RAIN PATTERING)
Have you been to Pittsburgh?
MARGO: Thanks for the lift.
(GENTLE MUSIC)
Oh.
Oh dear, let me help you.
Oh well.
You don't look any worse for the wear.
Leonard'll get you a towel
as soon as he gets back.
Meanwhile come on in,
make yourself to home
while I get you checked in.
I'm Margo.
Margo Simpson.
I know who you are, dear.
Can I get you something
to warm your bones?
Jack and coke?
([Chuckles) A hot chocolate
would be more appropriate,
don't you think?
Hmm.
And so you are.
Ah, that's what I'm looking for.
You know, I've slept in hotels
in every major city in the world
and I am here to tell you that the bar
is the heart of every last one of 'em.
Hey, haven't I always said that, Chooki?
CAROL: What's that dear?
That the heart of
every hotel is the bar?
Name your poison.
Gin Rickey.
Don't be particular, Walter.
Maybe I'll have a brandy instead.
(SIGHS) Brandy, that I can do.
And you?
CAROL: Wine, any color, any year.
(RAIN PATTERING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(CLASSICAL MUSIC)
(THUNDER CLASHING)
For mercy's sake, close that door.
Hey, get you gentlemen towels.
You don't mind, do you?
(RAIN PATTERING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(THUNDER CLASHING)
Oh, gosh.
That's enough to set
your heart cross ways.
Seems like we're missing someone.
Are we?
Did we set too many?
No, the table's right.
Of course it is.
That's the bearded
fellow, came in earlier.
What was his name?
Oh you know, it was one of those names.
I believe his name was Norman.
PEGGY: Oh yes, of course, that's it.
And we're expecting one more?
I don't think so, just the five.
Just five, right?
(FOOTSTEPS POUNDING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(DRAWER RATTLING)
(DOOR SLAMS)
(SIGHS) There you go.
I'm afraid you missed the soup.
Sorry, I was trying to a call.
Oh you won't find much
fortune there, I'm afraid.
Our guests usually prefer
to avoid contact with the outside world.
But you do have a computer, right?
No computers, no phones
and only one road in.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
It's part of the charm of the place.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
This is quite a storm we're having.
You'll get plenty of
sun on the ship, Walter.
Ship?
CAROL: We're taking
a transatlantic cruise
to celebrate Walter's retirement.
A whole month.
MARGO: What are you retired from?
Work.
He's just being cute.
Don't pay any attention.
Walter is in public relations.
And what do you do, Norman?
Numbers.
You mean like gambling?
No, no, I'm a bookkeeper.
You know receivables, cash
flow, profit and loss.
I'm the one who balances the accounts.
I know someone just like that.
Keeps things in balance.
He does very well for himself.
He lives in a huge...
Peggy.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
So you're an accountant.
(CLASSICAL MUSIC)
(RAIN PATTERING)
It's my own recipe.
(CHUCKLES)
The secret is nutmeg.
Where'd the guy with the beard go?
He's on the back porch,
checking out the rain, I guess.
I'll let him know dessert's ready.
(RAIN POUNDING)
(DOOR SLAMS)
Why is she here, mom?
Why is who here, dear?
Margo.
Finn didn't say.
He just said to expect her.
I thought he was doing it for you,
as a favor.
(RAIN PATTERING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(FOOTSTEPS POUNDING)
(THUNDER CLASHING)
Are you him?
Who?
I know it's not the Irishman
because he has too many rough edges.
And I know it's not the old man
because he brought his wife with him.
That leaves you.
I know you're married
and I know you left your wife at home.
Wait, wait, wait.
How do you know I have a wife?
So, is it you?
Are you him pretending
to be an accountant?
I'm sorry, I don't know
what you're talking about.
So he's not here.
(GENTLE PIANO MUSIC)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(DRAWER RATTLING)
You need anything else?
No, you go on to bed, Leonard.
See you tomorrow.
Sweet dreams.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(RAIN PATTERING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
What in the world?
(THUNDER CLASHING)
(FOREBODING MUSIC)
(PANTING)
(SOLEMN MUSIC)
(GUN CLICKS)
(DOOR SLAMS)
(RAIN PATTERING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(DOOR CLATTERING)
(DOOR SLAMS)
Jesus Christ, have you
been there all night?
I bet there's a story there.
What are you fussing about?
I was thinking we could
whip up some mimosas,
but there's no orange
juice, there's no champagne.
No ice.
(GENTLE MUSIC)
Good morning.
Morning.
Good morning.
Is there coffee?
Nothing's been laid out.
Will breakfast be soon?
WALTER: And some champagne
and orange juice would be welcome.
(FOREBODING MUSIC)
What's this?
(THUNDER CLASHING)
(THUNDER CLASHING)
(FEET SCUFFLING)
(RAIN PATTERING)
(THUNDER CLASHING)
(MOANS)
(THUNDER CLASHING)
Oh.
(PEGGY GROANS)
(THUDS)
Mom, mom!
MARGO: Oh my god, what happened?
She's been shot.
I need towels and tape.
I've got tape.
All right, let's get her to a couch.
We need blankets and something
to keep her head elevated.
Is she gonna be all right?
Well the bleeding's stopped,
but there's no way to know how much damage
the bullet's done on the inside.
We need to get her to a hospital.
You can use my car.
We can't risk it.
Those bullet fragments
are like razor blades
and if we move her too
much it could kill her.
Hey, where's the accountant?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(DOOR CLATTERS)
Did you shoot her?
Oh God, he sent you, didn't he?
No one sent me, I'm here
because of what you did.
You mean what I didn't do.
I'm just not that kind of person.
I'm an ordinary, run-of-the-mill,
mow-the-lawn-on-Sunday kind of guy.
Maybe you could explain that to him.
To who?
The guy that sent you, the Finnish guy.
Finn?
Finn, that's him.
Look, I don't care what happens to me.
But my wife and kids, they
had nothing to do with this.
Finn sent you here?
To kill someone.
TOM: Who?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(GROANS)
So it was you that shot her.
Didn't shoot her, didn't shoot her.
I couldn't do it.
Then why is she lying downstairs
with a bullet in her gut?
Wait, what?
Someone shot Peggy?
Yeah, you shot her.
I didn't, I swear.
You expect me to believe
that Finn sent you here
to shoot my mom and my mom
got shot and it wasn't you?
It's the truth.
Where's your gun?
NORMAN: Bedside table.
(DRAWER CLATTERS)
(GUN CLICKS)
This hasn't been fired.
That's what I've been telling you.
TOM: So why would Finn send you?
To return a favor.
What favor?
NORMAN: He said he could help.
I thought that meant he was just gonna
send someone to talk to the guy.
You know, put the scare into him.
Make him back off.
But he took it further than that.
(DOOR CREAKING)
Much farther.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(GUN FIRING)
And now he wants me to
do the same for him.
And the woman?
NORMAN: What woman?
I don't know her.
(GENTLE PIANO MUSIC)
That your family?
Yeah.
Downstairs, let's go.
How is she?
MARGO: The same.
All right, first things first.
We're gonna need to get
an ambulance for my mom
as quickly as possible.
She's your mother?
That means someone's gonna
have to drive far enough
to pick up a signal
and call 9-1-1.
I'll go.
I'd prefer someone I can trust.
What the hell's that supposed to mean?
Do you mind going?
I would, but my car's broken down.
If you're looking for
someone you can trust,
Carol and I can go.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Norman can take you.
You don't mind, do you Norman?
Norman?
Huh?
Yeah, yeah, I can go.
(RAIN PATTERING)
Just drive until you get service,
call an ambulance and
then come right back.
MARGO: How do you
know you can trust me?
Can't I?
You can, but why don't
you just go yourself?
Because I can't trust them.
Do you think she's really his mother?
Of course, why would he lie?
I don't know.
I used to lie about it
when I was in school.
You lied about who your parents were?
I used to say my mom was a teacher
who worked with underprivileged children
and my dad designed bridges.
It helped explain why
they were never around.
NORMAN: Where were they?
They were dead.
Sorry.
It was a long time ago.
NORMAN: How did, you know?
An accident.
(GAS SPLASHING)
(SOLEMN MUSIC)
A fire.
(MATCH GRATING)
(FIRE WHOOSHING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
I was nine years old.
My brother and I were in the bedroom.
(FLAMES CRACKLING)
He was only two at the time.
(SIRENS WAILING)
Anything?
We'll have to try the other direction.
Peggy said there was only one road in.
People say a lot of shit.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(SIGHS)
They should have been back by now.
I'm going to check on them.
TOM: Sit back down.
What?
Who the fuck you think you are?
You don't tell me what to fuckin' do.
(GUN RATTLES)
Whoa, whoa, Tom,
there's no need for that.
Tell that to my mother.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
You don't honestly think Leonard...
I don't think anything.
But somebody shot her.
But not him.
Are you confessing?
How about you, Carol, did you shoot her?
Don't be absurd.
Then that limits the
possibilities then, doesn't it?
Well if you ask me, you
let the most likely suspect
drive out of here with your blessing.
That would explain why
they're not back yet.
My money's on the accountant.
(DOOR CLATTERS)
(DOOR SLAMS)
The road's flooded.
TOM: How badly?
The only way you're
getting across is a boat.
So we're trapped?
Well we could wade through
the water and walk out,
but there's no way an ambulance
is getting through it.
Tom, you look like a
man who could use a jolt.
Whisky, isn't it?
(SOLEMN MUSIC)
(GASPING)
TOM: Mom?
(GLASS SHATTERING)
(GASPS)
(THUDS)
NORMAN: What did you do?
LEONARD: I'd shut the
fuck up, if I were you.
(LIGHTER FLICKING)
(RAIN PATTERING)
(THUMPING)
Good.
You're awake.
Let's not mix words, Tom.
Are you trying to mince words?
What?
Because the phrase is mince words.
(LEONARD SCOFFS)
(THUDS)
(GROANS)
Don't be a prick.
We both know how this has to play out.
You can't keep the money
from the Spring Grove job, Tom.
You know that, I know that.
It belongs to Finn,
and one way or another,
Finn's gonna get it back.
So why don't you just tell me where it is
and put an end to this
before people start getting hurt?
Did you kill my mom?
I didn't kill your mom.
But I will kill you if you don't tell me
where the fucking money is.
(TOM CHUCKLES)
What's the matter?
Just realize you've got no leverage?
Look around.
(GENTLE PIANO MUSIC)
There's leverage everywhere.
But I don't need all of them, do I?
I just need her.
She doesn't know, does she?
What are you talking about, I'm nobody.
I don't know him.
You may not know him, but
he sure as hell knows you.
What do you say, Tom?
Enough leverage for you?
(GENTLE PIANO MUSIC)
If you kill her, you'll
never see that money.
Can somebody please tell
me what the hell is going on?
He's your father.
My father is dead.
Not yet, he isn't.
He died in a fire with my mother.
Well this is a con, isn't it?
Well, it won't work.
It's no con.
Apparently, Tom here had
a thing for your mother.
You're a liar.
Am I?
Let me show you what I found
when I searched his room.
You knew my mother?
LEONARD: Well he knew her, all right.
Bullshit.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Even if he knew my mom and
this wasn't photoshopped,
that doesn't make him my father.
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
What kind of creep are you?
How long have you been stalking me?
I'm your fath...
Don't say it.
Don't say it, you are not my father.
You never were and you never will be.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(GROANS)
What do you say, Tom?
Money
or flesh and blood?
Like I said you can't kill her.
Maybe not.
But I can hurt her.
(GROANING)
No, not enough to convince you?
Well, you know, there are
lots of ways to hurt someone.
(FABRIC RIPPING)
All right, all right, stop!
You can have the money.
LEONARD: Where is it?
(SOLEMN MUSIC)
It's hidden.
It's hard to find, I'll
have to take you there.
You don't quit, do you?
Where's the fucking money?
Black Gap Road.
Point eight miles north of the I-81 exit.
Abandoned farmhouse in a
field across from the park.
Second floor bedroom.
It's in the fireplace.
Toss the gun away.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
What the fuck are you doing?
Son, I've killed more men
than you've met in your life,
so if I tell you to toss your gun away,
you should listen to me.
(GUN FIRES)
(GUN CLATTERS)
Oh, thank God.
What are you doing?
I was gonna untie him.
Get back where you were.
Sit down.
Well,
none of this went the
way it was supposed to.
The only thing we can do now
is try to set this right,
as best we can.
What the fuck are you talking about?
Eh, eh, eh.
Okay.
Peggy's dead,
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
so we have to make it look
like the accountant was
responsible for that.
Wait, what, me?
Quiet, I'm trying to think.
And then, Tom.
Walter, what are you doing?
I'm doing what Finn wanted done.
Finn?
Finn doesn't want this.
He just wants the money.
(GROANS)
This is your gun, right?
Walter, listen to me.
Okay, Norman shoots Peggy.
Tom finds out and,
(GUN FIRES)
(THUDS)
What have you done?
You shouldn't be too upset, sweetheart.
After all, your pal there was responsible
for your mom being shot.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(GUN FIRING)
(THUDS)
(RAIN PATTERING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Well, aren't you going to go after her?
With these knees?
(GENTLE PIANO MUSIC)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
MARGO: My father is dead.
LEONARD: Not yet, he isn't.
WALTER: You shouldn't
be too upset, sweetheart.
MARGO: He died in
a fire with my mother.
LEONARD: She doesn't know, does she?
WALTER: After all, you pal there
was responsible for you mom being shot.
Tell me she got away.
Tell me you didn't...
Relax, she's fine.
I had no intention of hurting her anyway.
I had no intention of hurting him either.
What do you think you're doing?
We're supposed to make it look
like he shot Peggy,
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Chooki, remember?
That's his gun.
Yeah, I know.
Oh, right, needs to be my gun, huh?
TOM: So what are you
planning on doing with me,
if you don't mind me asking?
I don't know.
Finn didn't say to kill you.
Finn didn't say not to kill him either.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
That's true.
Drop the gun.
Listen, you don't...
Drop the fucking gun!
How did you know?
How did I know what?
How did you know that
my mother was shot?
WALTER: You told us.
No, I didn't.
I said she died in a fire.
You're confused, you're
not remembering clearly.
Did you shot my mom?
(CAROL CHORTLING)
CAROL: Like he could make that shot.
What?
Walter has always had terrible aim.
(DOOR CREAKING)
(GUN FIRING)
(THUDS)
He would have died a dozen times.
(FOOTSTEPS THUDDING)
(GUN FIRES)
(THUDS)
If I didn't have his back.
She's not gonna shoot.
She doesn't have it in her.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Trust me, dear.
Look at her, she's like
a frightened child.
I'm warning you, I'll shoot.
Don't!
I should listen to
you more often, Chooki.
Yes, you should.
I'm sorry about this.
I really am.
(CHAIR CREAKS)
(TOM GROANS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(THUDS)
(CLATTERING)
(GROANS)
(THUDS)
(CAROL GROANING)
(NORMAN GROANS)
(GENTLE PIANO MUSIC)
You're not dead.
Close enough.
(SIGHS)
(GROANING)
(RAIN PATTERING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
It would be easy for me to kill you.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
God knows you deserve it,
but,
I don't like the thought of what
that might do to my daughter.
And right now,
that's more important
to me than getting even.
Where are they?
Gone.
(RAIN PATTERING)
(GENTLE MUSIC)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(SHOVEL GRATING)
(THUMPING)
(FOOTSTEPS POUNDING)
(DOOR SLAMS)
(FOOTSTEP APPROACHING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(GENTLE MUSIC)
What about Finn?
Don't worry about Finn.
(GENTLE MUSIC)
(ENGINE CRANKING)
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
(SIGHS)
(THUDS)
(GROANING)
FINN: We are dealing
with something greater
than you and me.
You must see that.
The universe demands equilibrium.
You can't just change that with a...
(GUN FIRING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
MARTHA: How are we doing?
It's great, I love it.
MARTHA: Good.
Can we have ice cream for dessert?
We're all out of ice cream, honey.
Well maybe dad could
take us to Frosty Squeeze.
Please, daddy, please.
I can get you Frosty Squeeze.
But you'll owe me.
And some day I'll expect
you to return the favor.
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
(BIRD CHIRPING)
(DOOR CLANGING)
(WATER SLOSHING)
("SKY" BY CAROLYN WALSH)
The moon
Engages me in rays
(SEAGULLS CAWING)
The sun
Beats upon my face
The earth
Is my gravity
With roots
Lifting me
Pretty.
I believe
Sky
Would you teach me how to fly
Sky
Would you show me how to fly
Sky
I'm really a child
Who needs her hand held
I'm really a dog
Whose nest fell
But I am a warrior
Centuries, centuries old
Traveling through the nights
My feet bold
Sky
Would you teach me how to fly
Sky
Would you show me how to fly
My toes bent over the ledge
My arms are outstretched
I close my eyes
And wish for wings to lift
Sky
Would you teach me how to fly
Sky
Would you show me how to fly
Sky
Teach me how to fly
Sky
Show me how to fly
Sky