Graves End

These angry protesters are upset

over the relocation of felons in their town.

Let's hear from them.

How do you feel about felons in your community?

I'm a mum with four little kids, I don't like it. I say get out of town!

Our families don't want people like him here. Out!

I'm here in front of a group of angry protesters,

upset with the relocation of Arvin Ed Farnsworth.

Mr Farnsworth, how does it feel to be kicked out of three communities?

To hell with these people. I've got a place to go.

I've been invited to stay in a little town called Graves End.

Rumour has it you are investigating missing felons, in particular Luke Devilyn,

who is suspected in the Graves End kidnapping.

I have no comment.

Can you comment on what's happened to some of these felons?

None of the parolees in question are officially missing

and no-one has filed any complaints. I have nothing to say.

I didn't do anything!

Excuse me, Mr Graves.

-How are you feeling, Dan?

-Thanks to you, I feel great.

I want to thank you for paying for my treatment.

-Lord knows, I couldn't afford it.

-How long will you be gone?

A few months. Doctor says he'll need some time to recuperate.

We can't thank you enough for taking care of the hospital bills.

It was nothing. Dan, you just get better.

-Take care of Edna.

-Will do, Mr Graves.

Thanks, Chrissy, I know you helped too.

In't that nice?

We're expecting a guest so I'd like you all to review the enclosed documents

so we can properly care for him.

Tag, you can count on us.

I know I can. Trust is what makes this town so special.

To Graves End and good friends.

Graves End and good friends.

-Doc, can I speak to you for a minute?

-Sure can.

-I brought you a little something.

-Why don't you bring it in?

So you think it'll look good here?

That's great.

I thought so, where everyone can appreciate it.

I forgot how much I love hiking.

I know, isn't it pretty?

Yeah, the bugs are great too.

You're too slow, you better keep up.

I thought you said you liked to hike.

I like to hike, but I prefer to stick to the trails.

-Yeah, but...

-Jill!

Jill! Jill, are you OK?

I've hurt my leg. I don't think I can stand.

Can you go get a rope or something?

OK, just don't go anywhere.

Don't go anywhere?

You dumb ass, I can't go anywhere.

OK, I'll be right back.

-Afternoon.

-Howdy sailor.

Anything I can do you for?

How about a water, no chaser.

You sure are a looker. Haven't seen you before.

That would make us just about even, haven't seen you around either. I'm passing through.

Don't pass to quick, somebody might want to catch you, like me.

-I'm Maudy.

-Hi, Maudy.

Maudy, how's Sheriff Parker doing these days?

Right about now, he's a worm sandwich.

-Beg your pardon?

-He's pushing up daisies, he bought the farm.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

-What?

-Just admiring the view.

You make me hungry.

Maudy, let me give you a piece of advice, my pretty little flower.

You be very careful what you ask for,

because you just might get it.

Them words just might come back to haunt you.

Oh, you are such a peach.

And you're a dandy.

If I can show you around town, I'd be glad to. Cheap.

I don't doubt that, Maudy, I don't doubt that at all.

You have a good afternoon, you hear.

And you too,

good looking.

Oh, shit.

Nice place.

It'd be a lot easier if I didn't have to share it with the fire department.

There you go.

You want to buy a ticket or you want to ask me something?

I know you from some place.

-I doubt it.

-No, no, you look like...

You look like somebody.

I get that all the time. Curse of beauty, I guess.

I'm Special Agent Paul Rickman with the FBI.

Yes, you are.

Sheriff Bob Hooper, nice to know you.

Bob.

Well, Sheriff Bob Hooper, we've got a little problem with your town.

-That so?

-Seems you've been collecting violent felons.

News to me.

You've had a menagerie of these felons wander into your hamlet.

Child molesters, serial rapists, the scum of the Earth.

This place is like a magnet, a vacuum cleaner, a veritable black hole for vermin.

However, once they get here, nobody ever seems to hear from them again.

Interesting town, Graves End.

They've always been good to me.

Have you seen any of these guys?

Him.

I know where he lives.

I tell you, having the morgue next door is convenient,

but never have much gotten used to places like this.

-Yeah, well welcome to the club.

-There's something about the smell.

Whether it's a hospital or a place like here.

My parents were sick at the end of their life...

-The hell is that?

-That's Fred. Sorry.

Unlike me, he...

comes out of the closet from time to time.

This is our extremely colourful town coroner and doctor.

-Doc, this is Special Agent Rickman. He's with the FBI.

-We've met.

Doc.

So what brings you back to our town?

Our friend here wants to see our newest tenant.

OK.

So can I offer anyone a beverage?

Beer, wine,

a bong perhaps?

Can we just get on with this?

Hold on to your nose, he's going to be ripe.

What the hell's the matter with people? Why would anybody do this to a human being?

Have you ever seen anything like this before?

Yeah.

I'd like to go and see Mr Graves.

What for?

For old time's sake.

You're talking about Tockington Alexander Graves.

You don't just demand to be seen.

Ask Doc here, that's his brother-in-law.

He'll see me.

This is gnawing at me. I know I've seen you somewhere before Sheriff.

-You ever work on the east coast?

-No.

That must have been somebody else.

You know, you look a little tense.

How well do you know Graves?

I don't know, not too well.

He seems like a genuine fella.

I tell you this, I don't think the town could do without him.

Yeah, he's a real treasure all right.

What, you know him?

We've got history.

It was the most high-profile case of my career.

Recovering the kidnapped child of multi-millionaire Tockington Alexander Graves.

Tell me again which way you want us to...

-Did we get him?

-No, he wasn't on the line long enough.

Dammit.

The kidnappers gave us instructions

on where they want the 4 million delivered.

-I'm going to have one of my men go down to...

-No.

Mr Graves insists on taking the money himself.

-I can't let him do that.

-The hell you can't. It's done.

Now, where's the drop?

Tag was way over his head, so I sent two of my agents to trail his car.

The fates dealt me a lousy hand that night, some freak breakdown on a one lane bridge in God knows where.

And unfortunately, my men lost Tag.

Without my agents backing Tag up,

he had to face the kidnappers alone.

I got your money. Where's my son?

-Later, money first.

-Bullshit, my boy or no money.

Not so tough now, huh, bitch?

-Tell me where my son is, now.

-It wasn't my idea. I just...

Shut the fuck up. Take me to my boy.

You can't kill me, you'll never see your kid.

There are worse things than dying.

Devilyn's accomplice surprised Tag and they got away with the money.

The boy was found murdered.

He had been eviscerated and skinned.

Chrissy!

No. No, don't go. Don't look.

I don't want this to be the last image of Phillip.

-I want to see my baby!

-Chrissy, don't look!

Oh my God, oh my God! My baby!

It's your fault! You killed my baby! Murderer!

You had to do it your way.

Oh God, you're a murderer!

You're a murderer!

SHE WAILS

Oh, boy, boy, yeah.

I'd say you've got some history there.

Tag definitely identified Luke Devilyn and we got him.

But the trial didn't quite go as planned.

-Where's Tag?

-He's still at the court house.

I'm afraid

we've had a setback.

Our friend Rickman,

he just dropped the bomb.

-What are you telling me?

-He didn't have probable cause for his search.

The defence just ate him up on the stand.

So what are you going to do?

-File a civil suit.

-A civil suit?!

-Just tell me what happened?

-The judge granted a motion to dismiss. They're letting him go.

They can't do that!

He is a filthy, murdering scum. They can't do that.

I am so very sorry, but unfortunately, under the law, even murderers have rights.

And what about my son's rights?

My rights, a mother's rights?

He's the one who should be dead.

He should be strung up and killed.

This isn't fair.

This just isn't fair.

I'm here for closure.

To fix a mistake.

Jesus, you must be real popular around here.

I'd say this, in about ten minutes, it's going to suck to be you.

He's dangerous.

Were not ready for him.

Child's play.

He's different.

Why are you pushing this?

Cos I like to see how the other half lives.

What other half, Tag?

The timid half.

Don't you have somewhere to go?

You always work so hard, Mark.

Would you like to come in for a drink?

You don't have to ask me twice.

I've waited all day for that.

Not half as long as I did.

Catch me if you want me.

What do you mean 'if'?

Hey man, can you tell me how to get to Graves End?

-That's easy. All you gotta do is head

--

Good morning, coach.

Hello, Maudy.

I'm here to pay my bill.

-Thank you.

-So, what's new?

-He's here.

-He say anything?

-You gotta be kidding.

Those guys are tighter than a cow's ass in fly season.

Well, thank you, Maudy.

Let me know if you hear anything new.

For you, the moon.

Thank you doll face.

-Give my love to Chrissy.

-I'll do it.

Hello, good looking.

Well, look what the cat dragged in.

Hey, Maudy. I need to get some gas.

You know, most people would put their gas tank next to the pump.

-Seems you found the Sheriff all right.

-Oh, yeah.

How you doing, Bull?

All right, Maudy, how you doing?

Doing great. Seems you two handsome gentleman just missed Mr Graves.

Is that a fact? We're fixing on going over there right after this.

Looks like I've got to more customers. I'm going to have to go.

-See you later.

-All right, good looking, we'll see you later.

Bull?

(Shit.)

Bull.

Robert Bull Hooper.

That's who you are.

Do these people know who you are?

They know all they need to know.

I'm their Sheriff, I'm a damn good one.

You're a damn good one,

a damn good psycho cop.

Damn good at blowing a motorist's head across three lanes of freeway.

Amazing what a 44 mag will do at point blank range, isn't it?

Made national headlines.

What's done is down.

And that's in the past. It's behind me now.

You know, I always wondered what happened to you.

I certainly understand how you ended up in this shithole.

May seem like a shithole to you, but to me it's a second chance.

Why don't you get in the car?

Let's get a move on, come on.

Chrissy, I need to get a few things in town and I'm a little short on cash.

Well we can't have that now, can we?

Here.

You can get whatever you want. You want this.

Thanks. I owe you.

You just paid in full.

Tag's here. Make yourself scarce.

-Thanks for showing up.

-Sure, I'll be there in a minute.

I know you blame me for what happened.

But I know in my heart of hearts, no matter what I would have done, the outcome would have been the same.

Oh, Philip... Sleep peacefully my sweet child.

God sees the truth...

And waits.

I love you.

-'Graves manor.'

-Hi, how are you doing?

We're here to see Mr Graves.

You know, I've never been on the other side of this gate.

This is only the tip of the iceberg.

How do you do, we're here to see Mr Graves.

My oh my, I must tell you, this is certainly

one of the nicest houses I've ever been in in my entire life.

-I'm Sheriff Hooper, this is Special Agent...

-We've met.

We've been expecting you.

This way, gentlemen.

Agent Rickman, how pleased I am to see you again.

-How long has it been?

-It's been about a year, Mr Graves.

11 months and 16 days is more precise.

Sheriff, I believe this is your first visit to my home, isn't it?

That's true. It's most impressive.

I understand you throw some swell shindigs here.

We'll have to invite you to one of our swell shindigs sometime.

Thank you so much.

So, agent, what brings you to my little corner of the world?

I'm afraid it's some old business, Mr Graves.

I've always found old business to be cold business.

I never discuss it without a warmer. sherriff?

I really shouldn't. I'm on duty.

sherriff, this is 20 year-old Scotch.

I insist.

Well, all right. I don't wanna seem inhospitable.

Departmental rules, sir.

The reason I'm here...

The reason is to live, to grow, otherwise we stagnate. Salut, sherriff.

Now, agent, let me show you my collection.

You too, sherriff.

You'll excuse the mess, my home is in constant renovation.

I call this...

the Great Hall.

Oh, boy!

You've been busy. You must be quite a marksman.

Oh, yeah. I got that one in Africa, in the Serengeti. A 900-yard shot.

In case you didn't know it, that is one hell of a shot.

Got that one in Spain on what used to be Franco's private reserve.

Bagged that buck in the rainforest back in 88, 300 miles downriver, 20 miles inland.

Rain like you can't imagine, bugs so big you could almost shoot them.

It was so worth it.

And who sleeps here?

-Your hunting go beyond animals, Mr Graves?

-That...

That is a very rare item indeed.

That belonged to a wealthy man who perished at sea, in the Titanic.

How's that for irony? The man plans for a coffin and winds up in a tomb.

So many stories.

So, what's this about old business?

We found him.

-Dead, I hope.

-Dead as can be.

Some hikers found him, actually. He's over at Doc's.

Where did he die?

We don't know that, yet.

Do you know when Mr Devilyn died?

No, we don't.

-Is there more?

-You didn't ask me how he died, Mr Graves.

-OK.

-He was skinned.

-Just like your son.

-This isn't old business at all, is it?

Just following the evidence.

My client has nothing to say.

-I'll handle this. So you have no evidence when Mr Devilyn died?

-No.

And you have no evidence where Mr Devilyn died?

-No.

-Mmm-hmm.

And you have no evidence that could place me at the scene of the crime?

No.

And you still suspect me.

I'd love to hear more of what you don't know about this case.

Mr Graves, don't you think it little odd that

Luke Devilyn's body is discovered in your town, his body skinned, just like your son?

Isn't that a little bit too coincidental?

Coincidences are bound to happen.

There's an old saying, Mr Graves, "Coincidence after coincidence after coincidence...

"Is no longer a coincidence."

So, agent,

will you be charging me with a coincidence?

That's an interesting piece.

Where did you get that?

That is a recent addition to my collection.

See, African tribes make their shields out of animal hide, or the tanned skin of their enemies.

Barbaric, but if you saw someone you knew on a shield being brandished

by your enemy, you'd have second thoughts about attacking them.

Just the way to render your opposition impotent, wouldn't you say, Agent Rickman?

-We will speak again, Mr Graves.

-I look forward to it.

Pass along my best wishes to your lovely wife.

She'll be pleased, I'm sure she'll appreciate that.

That went well.

I don't want you talking to him.

I can handle Rickman.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

How can you let that bastard Rickman into our home?

-I never agreed to that.

-I had no choice.

You always have a choice. See, you could have said no.

You're never gonna change.

I'm wasting my time.

-Chrissy, don't. We can't...

-We?

There's no "we."

There's no "us," it's just you.

I've had it.

Why do you deal with Tag's crap?

Seriously? Why do you do it?

It's a living.

What's your excuse?

We're working on it.

Like you've been working on your gardener?

We've never been friends, Tedesco.

You'll never know what it's like to lose a child,

something that's a part of you, that you gave birth to

and loved unconditionally. Yeah, I've got my reasons why I'm here.

But don't you ever, ever judge me.

The way I deal with my pain is none of your goddamn business.

But, hey, I guess we've all got our own

little agendas, don't we, Mr Tedesco?

Mobile tissues and erythema in nose and ear.

Tissue desiccation suggests six to eight months.

He's been in cold storage.

What the hell you talking about? When they found him, he was buried.

Then he's been buried for three to four days.

He hasn't thawed yet.

Why would they dump him now? That's crazy.

I don't know, the freezer conked out.

Maybe he was too big for the barbecue.

Or they were holding on to him,

release him later.

-Like bait.

-Bait?

Bait for... Bait for what?

I'm gonna be here little bit longer than I thought.

Is there a motel in this town?

No, but Maudy will rent you a room if you wanted her to.

Stay at Maudy's? Do the doors lock?

Gentlemen, I'll be in touch, all right?

Oh, and Bull?

Let's try to stay focused, huh?

Try not to lose that famous temper of yours.

-He knows who you are.

-Yeah.

Seems so.

Just when you think you've got everybody fooled, turns out they're always smarter than you are.

Well, none of us are perfect, Bull. Especially me.

We all have skeletons in our closet - hell, I've got a graveyard full.

That's true enough, I'm sure, but, you know,

your skeletons you can

lock back in the closet any time you see fit.

Mine are just...

Just lying in wait like some pit-bull ready to bite my ass every time I relax.

Oh, God!

When I was little boy,

I loved watching horror shows, you know?

Every Saturday night.

Frankenstein, Dracula, the Wolfman.

Everything in those movies, everything bad, always happened during a full moon.

I thought that was...

..I thought that was how it was in the movies. But...

It was a full moon that night,

when everything went down for me.

You don't have to talk about this.

Oh, Doc!

February, five years ago.

I'd been on the force, at that point, about...

I don't know, 15 years.

They wanted to... Doc, they wanted to make me a detective.

I said, "Sure," you know.

But they just had one more training assignment for me -

one more, you know?

Then I'd get to...move on up.

My wife Janine and I were real proud of that,

but I figured I'd do whatever they need me to do, you know?

HE SIGHS

So...

They assigned me this rookie - nice kid, his name was Jimmy.

He was married with a little boy. Oh, he loved that little boy, too.

He talked about him all the time. All the time.

I came across this...this sedan.

It was leaving for Port Logan. Routine traffic check. No big deal.

I didn't wanna get my fat ass out of the car, so I said,

"Jimmy, you go ahead.

"This one's yours. You wanna be a policeman, you go ahead.

"You be a policeman."

'GUNSHOT'

I didn't hear it...

I didn't hear a sound.

All I saw was a flash of light...

..come out of the...

driver's window.

And I saw Jimmy go down.

He went down so hard.

So I got myself out of that car as fast as I could

and I flagged down a motorist to look after that boy,

and I started chasing that piece of shit.

He was running.

He was younger than me.

I chased him for five minutes, ten minutes, then I lost him.

I heard on my radio that another unit picked him up,

so I made my way back to the scene, and I got there just in time

for the ambulance to pull away with dead Jimmy.

He had a little boy, Doc.

A beautiful young wife.

Then I look over and there's that perp, he's...

he's smiling.

He's not laughing, he's not chuckling, he's just...

He's just grinning like he's got some...

some joke on God.

So I did what I had to do.

I took out my gun and I blew his fucking head off.

Who's laughing now?

They brought me up for review.

It wasn't easy.

I went on trial, my wife Janine left me.

I don't blame her, I was...no good to her.

You're still wearing your wedding band.

I tried to take it off, Doc.

But I felt like whatever strength I had left was fading away.

Beware of those full moons, Doc.

Monsters just aren't in the movies, you know?

Hey!

Excuse me?

You can't be here, this is private property.

I'm sorry, I'm a little lost.

My truck broke down.

I can't help you, friend.

That isn't very neighbourly.

BODY FALLS TO GROUND

Hey, sweet cheeks!

Couldn't get enough of me, eh?

What man can, I say.

-I need a room.

-Woah, sailor!

You've gotta buy me dinner first!

In that case, I'm gonna have to take a rain check.

I guess I'll just have to charge you 50

instead of 40, cos you're being such an asshole.

Here, here. Keep the change.

It's around the corner, first house on the left, and here's the key.

Thank you.

Hey, call me if you need anything.

Anything at all.

Yeah.

ENGINE STARTS

HE SIGHS

Thought I'd close up shop a little early today,

-see if my tenant needs anything.

-I could use some answers.

Fine and dandy, shoot.

-You ever see this man before?

-No.

Look again.

Now, have you ever seen this man before?

Never seen him.

I found this in the room you rented me.

Has the initials LD on it, which stands for Luke Devilyn.

-So?

-So he was obviously here.

Someone hid this under a floorboard. You have an explanation for that?

-No.

-I'm here, Maudy, because this little town seems to welcome felons that nobody else wants.

You bring them in, you embrace them and then, poof,

they disappear without a trace, including one that I've been tracking for a very long time.

And then I find his money clip hidden in your house.

Now, doesn't that strike you as just a wee bit fishy?

No.

Maudy, you understand you're talking to an FBI agent?

And apparently, not a very good one! SHE LAUGHS

You see the way you're holding that money clip?

You're messing up the fingerprints.

Shouldn't you be using a hanky or tweezers or something?

You know, you're a nice lady, Maudy, and I like you.

But if you're screwing with me,

I'll book you so fast, your head'll spin like a merry-go-round on bad acid.

My head's been spun so many times, it ain't even funny.

Do I have an explanation? No.

Maybe you'd like me to explain the deficit, or who shot JFK,

or the Bermuda Triangle?

But that ain't happening. If I don't know, I don't know.

I think you know more than you're letting on, Maudy.

A lot more.

ENGINE STARTS

Bull?

Maudy.

HE GRUNTS

..All right, honey. Thanks for the information.

I appreciate it. Bye-bye.

-Who was that?

-Maudy.

Hey, Doc, let me ask you a question.

You've known this Rickman character a long time.

-Does everything about him add up to you?

-You know, he asked me to do a full autopsy on Devilyn.

The FBI lab, they've got all the goodies. It's just kind of strange.

Yeah. Yeah, it is.

Hey, you know, Maudy said he showed her some evidence

but that he was holding it in his fingers.

Now, I'm no Fed, you know, but I don't know anybody in law enforcement who does that.

-Maybe he forgot.

-Yeah, I don't buy him.

I tell you something else she told me. She said that his car doesn't have E-plates on it.

-Hmm?

-Government plates, you know?

Anybody doing government business has to have government plates.

That doesn't make him Dillinger.

Yeah, I'm not worried about Dillinger, I'm worried about Rickman.

He told me he didn't want his office involved.

That's actually more than strange, that's... That's bizarre.

Yes, it is.

Who you calling?

Hey, Sarah. Get me the FBI, please.

I'm just following a hunch. We'll get to the bottom of this.

How do you do, young lady?

I'm calling for Special Agent Paul Rickman, please.

What are you hoping to find out, Sherlock Holmes?

I don't know yet, Dr Watson.

R-I-C-K-M-A-N.

I'm sorry, I'm still here.

Thank you for all your help.

Bye-bye.

You look like you've seen a ghost.

Could be.

Rickman resigned from the FBI three months ago.

-Hi. I'm from Mountain Bell.

-No, you're not.

Nobody from Mountain Bell works this late. Nice try.

Your... Your wife asked me to check out a problem with the phones.

-My wife?

-She gave me 50 bucks, so I figured I should at least look, you know what I mean?

Oh, and she gave me this.

Oh. Sorry. Can't be too careful.

I completely understand.

Well, this is my living room and...

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Tedesco.

What's up, man? I'm in.

-Went smooth?

-'Smooth as silk, brother, smooth as silk.'

Hey, don't hurry over, all right? I'm gonna need a little time.

'Oh, I wouldn't count on it.'

-I'll be over in 20.

-30.

Oh, shit!

Teddy, man! Long time, no see.

-Billy, Billy, how you been?

-I've been good.

I checked the house, there's no money, though.

That's not your problem.

-I'm taking half, that's your problem.

-What are you talking about?

We agreed on a million.

But I know where the money is.

Bullshit, man.

If you knew where the money was, you'd already have it.

-Teddy, I'm starting not to trust you, man.

-Then don't.

I'll just take it all and toss you a bone for your troubles.

Now, I need to make a call to Deputy Dipstick.

We're gonna need a patsy, and Rickman's just the ticket.

HE LAUGHS

I tell you, all these years working this right under Tag's nose.

-He never had a clue.

-DIALS PHONE

That's what I love about those smug bastards.

By the time they figure it out,

it's too late.

You have to get fucking greedy, huh, Teddy? You fuck!

You know, I killed a few people today,

but I'm gonna leave you with this -

you're my favourite.

PHONE RINGS

This is the sheriff.

GRUNTING OVER PHONE

'What's going on?

'Someone better pick up his phone right now.

'Pick up the phone.'

ENGAGED TONE

ENGAGED TONE

Tag?

Are you home?

Tag?

Do we have a power failure?

Huh! Great(!)

Tag?

Is that you?

SHE SCREAMS

HE COUGHS Oh-oh-ho!

Go on - shoot.

HE LAUGHS

Ohhh!

You bitch!

You'll fucking pay for that.

GUNSHOT

We need to get you out of here, Mrs Graves.

-What's happening? No!

-Please.

-What's happening?

-Please, please.

Who was he?

What's going on, who was that?

-That skinhead is part of a supremacist terrorist cell.

-What?

He's a member of a group that's after your husband and his money.

What are you talking about?

Ever since they dug up Luke Devilyn,

the word's been out that that ransom money is still right here, still up for grabs.

Every lowlife that can carry a knife or a gun

is homing in on you like moths to a porch light.

That scumbag in there on your floor, he's just the first of many to come.

It doesn't make any sense. Tag is a financier.

Your husband is much more than a financier, Mrs Graves.

He has knowledge that could compromise our national security.

How could Tag compromise national security?

Mrs Graves, I've left the FBI to join Homeland Security.

I followed those terrorists here in hopes of trying to stop them,

bring some closure to a terrible chapter in all our lives.

Mrs Graves, I know what you think of me,

but you must believe me when I tell you, you are in mortal danger.

Wait, wait. Where's Tag?

Your husband is safe, but I need your help.

I need your help to put a stop to this, OK? I need that ransom money.

Homeland Security needs that money to a draw this cell out,

put out the fire before anybody gets burned.

You need to talk to Tag.

I'm talking...to you.

Your husband has this damn hunter-hero complex. I need your help.

You are level-headed one.

I don't know where the money is.

I'm trying to make things right.

You could never make things right. Where the hell is my husband?!

HE LAUGHS

All right, I've done what I can.

Now I'll do what what I have to.

-So will I.

-Oh, my God.

-You're dead, I saw you shoot him.

-Misdirection!

-Looks like we're gonna have to do this the old-fashioned way.

-No!

-No, no!

-I told you she didn't know anything.

You forced this little charade when you killed Tedesco.

Made us both richer, didn't I?

-What did you do with Tag?

-He's resting.

And it looks like it's time we wake him up

and pose the big question.

Doc?

Doc?

Doc, this number look familiar to you?

-Yeah, that's Tag's private line.

-Son of a bitch.

Christ's sake!

It's time.

Well, well and well.

It would seem that the proverbial cat is now out of the bag. Meow, meow.

But that's no big deal

cos all we really want, Tag, is the money. OK?

And then we will scat - adios, sayonara, goodbye.

Like we trust a lying son of a bitch like you!

Ouch!

Now that we've gotten the pleasantries out of the way...

Listen, I'm going to have Billy untie you just as a sign of good faith, OK?

And then we can get down to business. Billy...

HE HUMS A TUNE

Now, number one...

You were both involved in the murder and mutilation of Luke Devlin.

I've got physical and circumstantial evidence that points TWO you.

Three, you had motive.

-You've got nothing.

-Oh, yes I do.

You see, Luke was killed about six months ago.

You know how I feel about coincidence.

I'm just wondering how the authorities are gonna feel.

Look, Tag,

we've both got something to lose and something to gain.

-You killed my son.

-I did not.

Luke Devlin tortured...

and killed your son.

It was Billy that skinned him.

Personally, I thought it was a little over the top but Billy said... What was it you said, Billy?

You've got to leave your signature.

Yes. You've got to leave your signature.

Your mark. Like the Zodiac Killers or the Hillside Strangler.

Man, it's all in the image.

The only image I see is your head mounted in my trophy room.

Like Luke Devlin's tanned hide on that decorative shield of yours?

That was a very nice touch.

You pay attention, Billy, you can learn something from this man.

But what this man is forgetting

is that I am the one holding the gun now.

You know, if you'd have just given us the fucking money, I might have let your son live.

Not!

I'm sitting here thinking about it

and I'm thinking I probably would have wasted him just out of principle.

You never saw it coming, did you, Tag?

That I was the one behind it all along.

As a matter of fact...

..I did.

It was one in a myriad of threats from Luke Devlin.

I was more angry than scared.

This prick got off on a technicality and there was nothing I could do about it.

Tadesco told the FBI about Devlin's threats. He showed then the letters.

But they said there was nothing he could do unless we were physically harmed.

He'd just killed our child, now he was threatening us,

but that was another matter as far as the FBI was concerned.

I spoke to my closest friends about Luke's threats.

I didn't know what to do. They did.

By the time Luke showed up, we were ready for him.

We knew he was coming and we knew how to deal with him.

He would be the first.

He wasn't expecting me and I wasn't expecting what he was about to tell me.

It wasn't my idea.

It was Rickman,

it was Paul Rickman.

That fucking Federal is the one behind it.

Think about it.

It wasn't me!

Who else could organise all those agents

and erase all the incriminating information without a trace?

Luke? No way.

It had to be you, Rickman.

Who else could have arranged that drop and have that car break down at the right time?

He even told us there was more than one conspirator.

A young man by the name of Billy.

Lastly, who made the drop happen and made sure we never saw our son again?

Rickman, the mastermind behind it all.

Except one thing.

Luke knew he couldn't trust you.

He had the money to ensure you botched the paperwork and he'd walk.

After Luke was released he took off and you couldn't find him.

If Luke was smart he would have flown off somewhere and lived like a king. Well, Luke's a psycho.

He was obsessed with taking revenge and kept sending us death threats.

We can be very persuasive and he became extremely co-operative.

I'll tell you where the money is.

I'll tell you anything!

Anything!

I planted the money myself, the final piece de resistance.

I knew you wanted that money more than anything.

Blood money you wanted, blood money you were going to get.

-So, you knew about me and Billy all along?

-I knew about you.

We weren't expecting Billy.

That's for damn sure. Why don't we all just shake dicks and get it over with? This is fucking bullshit.

Do what you've got to do, just get the fucking money.

Excuse me, where are you going?

-I didn't finish what I started.

-Do not kill her.

Hey, hey! Fuck are you doing, man?

Don't make kill you before I know where the money is.

I wasn't planning on killing her.

Bye, Tag.

SIREN WAILS

You know, we can do this the easy way

or the hard way.

Either one suits me fine.

-You might as well kill me.

-I've got no problem with that.

Just like I had no problem skinning your kid.

HE LAUGHS

Oh, he was a real trooper.

Right down to the last.

You'd have been proud.

Oh, I like your skin.

I know where the money... I know where the money is!

Tell me.

Let me go.

OK. Yeah, that's good. I let you go,

you call the cops, I go to jail! That's a good idea!

Where's the fucking money?

Huh?

Come on, Tag, don't you want to play any more?

HE CHUCKLES

Oh, you gotta have much bigger shoes than that, pal.

# Da da dee dee da

# Da da da da da da da. #

Hello?

You can run but you can't hide, you little bitch!

I'll find you.

Oh, yeah.

I'm gonna enjoy it this time.

Real fucking good!

# Do do do, do do do. #

Honey.

Knock, knock, knock.

I'm home!

HE TRIES TO OPEN LOCKED DOOR

Lucy. Here's Rickman!

You have no fucking idea how to play hide-and-go-seek, do you?

I should kill your mucky ass where you sit.

You again. ..Oh, shit!

A-a-argh!

OK, no dick, you're next.

SHE SCREAMS

Doesn't feel so good, does it?

When you've just gotten thrown from a second storey window.

You know, we went through all of this trouble simply because we had to do things your way.

Well, now we are going to do things my way.

I'm going to tell you a little story, Tag.

Before I was in the FBI,

I was a CIA operative in Nam.

And my speciality,

my joy,

was interrogation.

HE GROANS

Most people crack very easily under electrocution, sodium pentothal,

but there was always that gifted few who had higher pain thresholds than others.

HE GROANS

More disciplined minds, those were my favourites.

The hard cases.

I did love a good challenge.

And I had a special method that I employed for that gifted few.

It was a simple garden tool,

used for removing stems, but it was also excellent...

..for removing fingers. I would ask them to imagine

spending the rest of their lives having to ask someone

to wipe their asses every time they took a shit.

-One last time, Mr Graves.

-Please...

Where is my fucking money?

Over there?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

My fucking money better be over there, Tag.

Yeah.

HE CHUCKLES

SHE SCREAMS

Shut up, you little fucking bitch?!

Play time is over.

What the fuck is this?!

GUNSHOT

Now, y'all relax, now, you hear what I'm saying?

You just relax. Now, we're going to do this thing right.

-I'm taking him in.

-Hell, no!

THEY ALL SHOUT

Quiet now, quiet!

You listen to me. Now, y'all be quiet.

-Quiet! I'm taking...

-THEY STOP SHOUTING

-That's enough. We're gonna give this man his due process.

-Bull...

..don't you understand what we're doing here?

Why do you think we've brought you to Grave's End?

Oh, goddamn it, Doc, no. I'm not like you.

I'm not like this. I made a mistake four years ago and there's not a day goes by that I don't regret it.

There's not a night goes by that I can actually sleep.

We all sleep just fine, Bull.

< MAN CACKLES

Quiet now. Quiet now!

Keep your mouth shut. Don't rile these people again. Quiet!

You people can't do shit to me!

He's gonna arrest me and I'm going to get off with some bullshit technicality and I'll be back.

I'll be back, and you know what?

I'm coming for you...

..and you...and you...and you...

and every fucking one of your little kids!

Oh, what?! What are you gonna do?

Huh?

What are you gonna do?

Maybe I'm a little more like these people than I thought I was.

Wait. Where are you goin'? Where are you goin'?

Wait!

I need the arm!

So your hunting does go beyond animals, huh, Mr Graves?

HE GROANS

Worth twice the trouble.

And twice the lives.

I'll be back.

HE CHUCKLES

And I'd really like to be able to receipt you for all that money, Mr Graves.

But I don't have a pen.

I'll gladly shoot you again.

God, Tag, what the hell?!

Not one of my better days.

I'm going to get Doc, all right?

He's gonna pull this out.

Bull, pull the goddamn thing out!

Oh, goddamn it!

All right, I'm gonna screw this off,

screw this off, and here's what I want you to do.

You bite down on that, you bite down on that.

On three. On three, I'm gonna push it out.

Are you ready? One...

HE SCREAMS

HE CHUCKLES

You're no better than I am, Tag. We're both killers!

No, he isn't.

I am.

HE SCREAMS

Fuckin' Rickman was the one behind it. Think about it.

No, wait,

I told you everything.

Please, let me go!

Let me go! Please, Jesus!

Oh, please, Jesus! Don't!

Don't...don't, don't!

Oh, thank God! Thank you!

-It's OK.

-Thank you!

Hello, Luke. I'm Marnie.

And this is Jack, our town doctor...and coroner.

You've been judged according to your works. We've got 'em all written down in this book.

You're not gonna be smirking long.

No. No way! No!

Wait! He let me go!

Oh, please don't! You can't!

You're not a monster like me! You'll never be able to live with yourself.

You killed my nephew.

-I've learned to live with a lot of things lately.

-Wait.

Wait.

THEY ALL SHOUT

A-a-a-argh!

HE COUGHS

Ah, shit!

What the...?!

HE LAUGHS

Yes! Ah, yes!

I win!

Ow!

"Play me."

All right. I'll play your game.

'Wake up, champ.'

I am awake, you asshole.

-'First, I'd like to congratulate you on getting what you wanted all along - money.'

-Yes.

-Thank you very much!

-'Good luck spending it.

'However, I'll do for you what you never did for my boy.

-'I'll show you mercy.'

-What?

'If you check to your left, you'll notice I left you something else besides a flashlight and some cash.'

-Oh, God!

-'There's one bullet left in the chamber, Mr Rickman.

'You know what to do.

'This is your grave's end.'

You bastard!

Graves! Graves!

Graves! ..Graves!

You let me out of here, you son of a bitch! Graves! Graves!

"God sees the truth and waits...

"and so does the devil."

Graves! Graves!

I'll chase you to hell, you bastard!

I'll hunt you! I'll find you!

Graves! No, no!

I'll be waiting, too, you son of a bitch!

A-a-argh!

A-A-A-A-ARGH!

A-A-A-A-ARGH!

MUFFLED SCREAMS

Mr Graves, I don't think I can go through with this.

After what he did to you, you must.

If you don't,

-there will be others.

-I just don't know.

I do. I know.

Be strong. Go to the safe room.

This will all be over very soon.

-OK.

-It'll all be OK.

-OK.

-Well, we can put these three away.

-Forever, Doc.

Now, we have Amanda's problem to take care of.

Thanks. You're one hell of a friend.

Company's here.

Best behaviour, everyone.

Terry McConville, welcome to Graves End.

I'd like to thank you for inviting me to your town.

It looks very peaceful, so if you don't mind me asking,

why would you want someone like me here?

Graves End knows what to do with people like you.

< THEY LAUGH

You had me going there for a minute.

I did, didn't I?

You're going to fit in just fine around here.

I'm new here myself, boy, but I tell you, they seem like awfully nice people to me.

-It's a great house.

-Well, Terry, let me show you around.

In fact, this is my favourite room.

It's called the Great Hall.

Tag.

Come here.

See you soon.

We can work this out.

Of course we will.

Of course we will.

Come on, Terry. Follow me.

You have a lot of nice things, Mr Graves.

Nice home, nice town,

-nice wife.

-I've been blessed.

Aren't you worried something might happen,

take it all away?

I mean, you never know.

I appreciate your concern, Terry, I really do, but you needn't worry.

Chrissie and I,

we know how to take care of ourselves.

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