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Jesus Christ, Pop, let's go home. I got waylaid. Sorry.
What on earth is happening to you? Why are you acting this way?
It's my tooth! My fucking tooth! I can't even think anymore because of it.
I heard you talking. You got fired this morning, didn't you?
Look, that's temporary, believe me. There's so much shit gonna hit the fan the next few days, my getting fired by LaRiviere and Merritt won't matter a bit.
Going somewhere, Margie?
I'm just cleaning out some of this stuff that's built up. For the rummage sale. And some things for the cleaners. And the laundromat.
Don't lie to me. You're leaving me, I can see that.
Don't be silly. Hi, Jill.
Are you okay, Wade? What was wrong? Why were you holding everyone up?
Did you see that sonofabitch in the BMW? He could've killed somebody.
Did you get his number?
I know who it is.
Good. Who?
Mel Gordon.
I still don't understand
From Boston. Evan Twombley's sonin law he was driving. I know where they're headed. Up the lake, Agaway. The old man's out deer hunting with Jack Hewitt, so they probably got some big weekend party planned.
Lillian!
Where's Jill?
Me and Jill, we just had a little spat. She felt kind of left out, I guess, from not knowing some of the new kids
Where is she now? Is she in the truck with your friends?
While you went off for a few beers with your friends? Is that Hettie Rodgers there, with whatzizname?
Yeah.
She's grown up some, hasn't she?
Oh, Jesus, lay off, will you? It looks like you've won this fucking round already, so lay off a little, for Christ's sake.
I don't want her to go, Lillian.
Don't cause a scene. No one's trying to win any 'rounds'. Don't make it any worse.
I'm not making it any worse. You are. Me and Jill could've worked this thing out. It's normal, it's even normal for me to get a little touchy about it. Believe it or not. How do you think this makes me look, treating her like some tragic victim or something?
You ever come to your father's grave anymore?
No, not anymore. It's too... it's too far.
We should talk.
We've done all our talking, Wade.
It's just...
Let the past be. I'm sorry about your mother. I liked her. You never know how much women like that suffer. It's like they live their lives with the sound turned off and then they're gone.
Wait there. She'll be right out. Is there snow on the ground up in Lawford?
Yeah, lots.
See. Get your boots.
Hi honey.
No problem. Look, I...
You make me sick. I can't believe you've sunk so low.
Low as what? What have I done? It's bad to want to see your own daughter?
You know what I'm talking about. For what you're doing to me and to the child you say you love so much. Love. You won't get away with it.
We're looking for the funniest costume! And the scariest! And the most imaginative! And the best costume of all!
Got here just in time. Go ahead. Jump in line. Maybe you'll win a prize.
Tomorrow, Gordon.
Watch this snow. It's coming down tonight.
Told you the snow was coming down. Take the grader.
Where's the plow?
Jimmy took it. Jack's out hunting with Evan Twombley.
His soninlaw damn near killed me.
Huh?
At the school crossing. In his BMW. Coulda hurt some kids. I'm gonna bust his ass.
Don't go playing policeman.
What am I a security guard? You hired me, you and your Selectman friends.
You don't want the extra police pay?
I'm not saying that.
Get the grader. Go out 29 past Toby's. Don't let Lillian get to you. She didn't belong here. That's why she left.
Fuck you.
That's what I love about a small town. You know everybody.
What's the hurry?
A hunting accident. Jack and Twombley.
Huh?
I figured you already heard.
Twombley, Jesus. We got to get moving: I got to get up there. How would I know? C'mon, you drive. We'll take my truck.
Fuck. Turn it off. All you heard was there was some kinda accident?
Twombley's shot. I heard that. Not Jack. He's okay, I assume.
Fuck. You don't know how bad or anything?
You mean Twombley?
Yes, Wade, I mean Twombley. Put out that cigarette. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He more than likely just shot himself in the foot or something. That's what usually happens.
I shoulda sent you instead of Jack.
I wish you had. I'd rather be deer hunting instead of freezing my ass on that fucking grader.
You ain't the hunter Jack is. And he can't drive the grader worth shit.
Like hell.
That must've been Twombley. Jesus. I bet that was Twombley.
You want me to follow them to Littleton?
Let's get to the top and talk to Jack first. He'll know what happened. He fucking better. If this coulda been avoided, I'll put that kid's ass in a sling.
What the fuck. My day's already ruined. Give me the keys. You can go back with Jack. You still got a shitload of plowing to do.
It ain't done, if that's what you mean.
Something bugging you?
Yeah. A few things.
Well, right now we're not too interested. Finish up what you gotta do, then you can get bugged on your own time.
How you holding up, Wade?
I'm fine, fine.
You Rolfe? I remember you from high school. You're a teacher now? Harvard?
Sorry about the long lunch. My clutch is going out again.
You ever think of getting a new car, Wade?
On what you pay me?
Elaine! Call Chub Meritt and have him pick up Wade's car, fix the clutch.
What do I have to do for it?
Nothing, Wade, I've been thinking. You don't get enough appreciation around here and it's time we changed things a little.
I saw Mel Gordon in here this morning.
So?
He say anything about the summons I tried to give him? Sonofabitch wouldn't accept it.
Wade, that wasn't smart. Going out right after the man's fatherinlaw shot himself. Let it go. Call it a favor to me.
You? Why?
Mel's doing some business with me. It's nice to do favors for people you do business with. He was in a hurry. No big deal.
That was before Twombley was shot. Before he knew.
What's the difference? Take my truck, take a rest stop worrying about Mel Gordon. Have you decided what to do with your old man's place he going to stay there?
Want to buy?

Jesus Christ, Pop, let's go home. I got waylaid. Sorry.

What on earth is happening to you? Why are you acting this way?

It's my tooth! My fucking tooth! I can't even think anymore because of it.

I heard you talking. You got fired this morning, didn't you?

Look, that's temporary, believe me. There's so much shit gonna hit the fan the next few days, my getting fired by LaRiviere and Merritt won't matter a bit.

Going somewhere, Margie?

I'm just cleaning out some of this stuff that's built up. For the rummage sale. And some things for the cleaners. And the laundromat.

Don't lie to me. You're leaving me, I can see that.

Don't be silly. Hi, Jill.

Are you okay, Wade? What was wrong? Why were you holding everyone up?

Did you see that sonofabitch in the BMW? He could've killed somebody.

Did you get his number?

I know who it is.

Good. Who?

Mel Gordon.

I still don't understand

From Boston. Evan Twombley's sonin law he was driving. I know where they're headed. Up the lake, Agaway. The old man's out deer hunting with Jack Hewitt, so they probably got some big weekend party planned.

Lillian!

Where's Jill?

Me and Jill, we just had a little spat. She felt kind of left out, I guess, from not knowing some of the new kids

Where is she now? Is she in the truck with your friends?

While you went off for a few beers with your friends? Is that Hettie Rodgers there, with whatzizname?

Yeah.

She's grown up some, hasn't she?

Oh, Jesus, lay off, will you? It looks like you've won this fucking round already, so lay off a little, for Christ's sake.

I don't want her to go, Lillian.

Don't cause a scene. No one's trying to win any 'rounds'. Don't make it any worse.

I'm not making it any worse. You are. Me and Jill could've worked this thing out. It's normal, it's even normal for me to get a little touchy about it. Believe it or not. How do you think this makes me look, treating her like some tragic victim or something?

You ever come to your father's grave anymore?

No, not anymore. It's too... it's too far.

We should talk.

We've done all our talking, Wade.

It's just...

Let the past be. I'm sorry about your mother. I liked her. You never know how much women like that suffer. It's like they live their lives with the sound turned off and then they're gone.

Wait there. She'll be right out. Is there snow on the ground up in Lawford?

Yeah, lots.

See. Get your boots.

Hi honey.

No problem. Look, I...

You make me sick. I can't believe you've sunk so low.

Low as what? What have I done? It's bad to want to see your own daughter?

You know what I'm talking about. For what you're doing to me and to the child you say you love so much. Love. You won't get away with it.

We're looking for the funniest costume! And the scariest! And the most imaginative! And the best costume of all!

Got here just in time. Go ahead. Jump in line. Maybe you'll win a prize.

Tomorrow, Gordon.

Watch this snow. It's coming down tonight.

Told you the snow was coming down. Take the grader.

Where's the plow?

Jimmy took it. Jack's out hunting with Evan Twombley.

His soninlaw damn near killed me.

Huh?

At the school crossing. In his BMW. Coulda hurt some kids. I'm gonna bust his ass.

Don't go playing policeman.

What am I a security guard? You hired me, you and your Selectman friends.

You don't want the extra police pay?

I'm not saying that.

Get the grader. Go out 29 past Toby's. Don't let Lillian get to you. She didn't belong here. That's why she left.

Fuck you.

That's what I love about a small town. You know everybody.

What's the hurry?

A hunting accident. Jack and Twombley.

Huh?

I figured you already heard.

Twombley, Jesus. We got to get moving: I got to get up there. How would I know? C'mon, you drive. We'll take my truck.

Fuck. Turn it off. All you heard was there was some kinda accident?

Twombley's shot. I heard that. Not Jack. He's okay, I assume.

Fuck. You don't know how bad or anything?

You mean Twombley?

Yes, Wade, I mean Twombley. Put out that cigarette. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He more than likely just shot himself in the foot or something. That's what usually happens.

I shoulda sent you instead of Jack.

I wish you had. I'd rather be deer hunting instead of freezing my ass on that fucking grader.

You ain't the hunter Jack is. And he can't drive the grader worth shit.

Like hell.

That must've been Twombley. Jesus. I bet that was Twombley.

You want me to follow them to Littleton?

Let's get to the top and talk to Jack first. He'll know what happened. He fucking better. If this coulda been avoided, I'll put that kid's ass in a sling.

What the fuck. My day's already ruined. Give me the keys. You can go back with Jack. You still got a shitload of plowing to do.

It ain't done, if that's what you mean.

Something bugging you?

Yeah. A few things.

Well, right now we're not too interested. Finish up what you gotta do, then you can get bugged on your own time.

How you holding up, Wade?

I'm fine, fine.

You Rolfe? I remember you from high school. You're a teacher now? Harvard?

Sorry about the long lunch. My clutch is going out again.

You ever think of getting a new car, Wade?

On what you pay me?

Elaine! Call Chub Meritt and have him pick up Wade's car, fix the clutch.

What do I have to do for it?

Nothing, Wade, I've been thinking. You don't get enough appreciation around here and it's time we changed things a little.

I saw Mel Gordon in here this morning.

So?

He say anything about the summons I tried to give him? Sonofabitch wouldn't accept it.

Wade, that wasn't smart. Going out right after the man's fatherinlaw shot himself. Let it go. Call it a favor to me.

You? Why?

Mel's doing some business with me. It's nice to do favors for people you do business with. He was in a hurry. No big deal.

That was before Twombley was shot. Before he knew.

What's the difference? Take my truck, take a rest stop worrying about Mel Gordon. Have you decided what to do with your old man's place he going to stay there?

Want to buy?