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Those are all from the fair last year. Abbott and me were judges at the pet show.
For rabbits?
DOLORES +++$+++
Billy loved to see his kids in the bus. They always sat in the back, so they could wave to each other. It comforted him.
From what?
From what?
Did he have any particular problems that you knew of? Financial pressures...runins with the law...
No, nothing like that. Billy's wife, Lydia, died of cancer a few years ago. He took over raising the children by himself. It was obvious how much he missed Lydia.
You talked about it?
No. I saw it on his face.
That's the way I thought of them sometimes.
Berries.
Yes. Like I was putting them into my big basket. Clearing the hillside of its children.
Abbott and I used to do a lot of that in the spring.
Berrypicking.
Yes. The oldfashioned way.
And what's that?
With our hands.
A strange little fellow, but you couldn't help liking him. He was close to ten but seemed more like a frightened five or six.
Were his parents...attentive to him?
What do you mean?
You mentioned that he had a learning disability.
That's right.
Did his parents attend to that?
What do you mean?
Did they give him special care?
The Walkers loved Sean. He was their only child...the object of all their attention. I mean, Wendell's a withdrawn sort of man. That's his nature. But Risa, she's still got dreams.
I have a question for you, Mr. Stephens.
What's that, Dolores?
I told you that I was doing fifty miles an hour when the accident happened. That's how I remembered it. But the truth is, I might have been doing sixty. Or sixty five. And if that's true, that I was over the limit when the bus went over, what would happen then?
That would complicate things.
Because I'd be to blame, right?
Billy Ansel will insist that you were driving fiftyone miles an hour. Just like you've done every morning for the past fifteen years.
He knows that? Billy?
Yes. He does.
Billy said that?
You've talked to Billy?
I did.
And Billy told you that he'll tell that to...
Mrs. Driscoll, if Billy Ansel does not volunteer to say so in court, I will subpoena him and oblige him to testify to that effect.
It's clear to me and other people that you have suffered significantly from this event.
What other people?
Excuse me?
Who's been talking to you about what I'm feeling? Who should care about what I'm feeling?
You heard what Abbott said?
Yes.
Anything you didn't understand?
There might have been a word or two that slipped by. Maybe you could clarify it for me, just to be absolutely sure.
That's what he said, is it?
Yes. Abbot understands these things.
He never took his eyes off his mother, even as he moved to sit beside Nicole. He looked frightened.
Why would he be frightened?
I don't know. But it was weird in terms of what happened next. Sean was still watching his mother.
Nicole's coming over to look after the kids tonight. She'll be there around six.
Billy, that's too early.
She said she's got to be home by nine.
Can't you make it later?
Have you been waiting long?
A while.
Billy, do you have to smoke? Wendell can smell if someone's been smoking.
Does this mean I can't take a shower?
No. It should be dry by now.
What time's he coming home?
When the game's over, I guess.
What are you thinking?
Tomorrow I'm going to put Sean on the bus. He won't want to go. He never does. He'll cry and want to hold on to me.
That's because he misses you.
Yes.
It's natural.
Your kids never cry.
Well, maybe that's because they know I'm going to follow them. Behind the bus.
They can look forward to that.
Sure.
Just like we look forward to this.
You're leaving.
I better get back.
Good night, Billy.
Good night.
I stopped by the station a while ago. I stared at the bus. I could almost hear the kids inside. There was a lawyer there. He told me he'd gotten you signed up. Is that true?
Something made this happen, Billy. Mr. Stephens is going to find out what it was.
Mr. Stephens says that someone didn't put a right bolt in the bus...
Risa, I serviced that bus. At the garage. There's nothing wrong with it.
...or that the guardrail wasn't strong enough.
You believe that?
I have to.
Why?
Because I have to.
Well I don't.
Is it true that you gave Nicole one of Lydia's dresses? That she was wearing it when the bus crashed?
Yes.
Why did you do that, Billy?
You think that caused the accident, Risa? That it brought bad luck? Christ, it sounds to me you're looking for a witch doctor, not a lawyer. Or maybe they're the same thing.
So what brings you out tonight?
Well, Sam, I might as well tell you the truth. It's this lawsuit you've gotten yourself all involved with. I want you to drop the damned thing.
I don't see how that concerns you, Billy.
It does concern me.
Well, I don't know why it should. There's a whole lot of people in town involved with lawsuits. We're hardly unique here, Billy. I mean, I can understand how you feel.
How?
Well, it being so depressing and all. But it's reality. You can't just turn this off because you happen to think it's a bad idea.
Why not?