I loved her so much. I'm never gonna feel that again. It doesn't happen twice.
Doesn't happen once most times.
I loved her so much. I'm never gonna feel that again. It doesn't happen twice.
Doesn't happen once most times.
Hey, you think I could get that Sprite, Sean?
Sure.
Oh, I get it. You're the good cop. How about a meatball sub while you're at it?
I ain't your bitch, Dave. Looks like you'll have to wait.
Yeah, but you're someone's bitch, aren't you, Sean?
Did you ever think about how one little choice could change a whole life? I heard Hitler's mother wanted to abort him. At the last minute, she changed her mind. See what I mean?
What do you mean, Jimmy?
What if you or I had gotten into that car instead of Dave Boyle?
What car? You're losing me here.
If I'd gotten into that car that day, my life would have been a different thing. My first wife, Marita, Katie's mother...she was a beautiful woman. Regal. As a lot of Latin women are, and she knew it. You had to have balls to go near her, and I did. Eighteen years old, the two of us. She was carrying Katie. Now, here's the thing, Sean. If I'd gotten into that car, I'd be a basket case. I never would have had the juice to go near her. And Katie never would have been born. And she never would have been murdered. You know?
I just can't let anything get **** up in these next few days. Because it's all anybody will remember about her. One thing you could say about Katie, even when she was little...that girl was neat. When I got out of the joint...you know, after Marita died...I remember, I was more afraid of my little daughter...than I ever was of being in prison. I loved her...most...because when we were sitting in that kitchen that night...it was like we were the last two people on Earth. You know, forgotten. Unwanted. And it's really starting to piss me off, Dave, because I can't cry for her. My own little daughter, and I can't even cry for her.
Jimmy...you're crying now.
I killed Dave. I killed him and I threw him into Mystic. But I killed the wrong man. That's what I've done. And I can't undo it.
Shh, Jimmy. Shh. I wanna feel your heart. Last night, when I put the girls to bed, I told them how big your heart was. I told them how much you loved Katie.
Annabeth.
Because you created her. And, sometimes your love for her was so big, it was like your heart felt like it was gonna explode.
Please stop.
I told them their daddy loved them that much, too. That he had four hearts and they were all filled up and aching with a love that meant we would never have to worry. And that their daddy would do whatever he had to for those he loved. And that is never wrong. That can never be wrong, no matter what he had to do. And those girls fell asleep in peace.
So, Jimmy...when was the last time you saw Dave?
The last time I saw Dave.
Yeah. Dave Boyle.
Dave Boyle.
Yeah, Jimmy. Dave Boyle.
That was 25 years ago, going up this street in the back of that car.
Jimmy, what did you do?
Thanks for finding my daughter's killers, Sean. If only you'd been a little faster.
Sometimes I think... I think all three of us got in that car. And all of this is just a dream, you know?
A dream, sure.
In reality, we're still eleven year-old boys locked in a cellar imagining what our lives woulda been like if we'd escaped.
Maybe you're right. Who the **** knows?
So how are you handling all this so far?
It hasn't really sunk in, Theo.
Yeah? It's gonna hurt like hell when it does. When my Janey died, I was no good for six months...but my kids were all grown up. I had that luxury. You, you got domestic responsibilities.
Domestic responsibilities?
Yeah, you gotta take care of my daughter and those girls. That's your first priority.
Oh, you figured that might have slipped my mind?
It just needed to be said, that's all. You'll come through because you're a man. Like I said to Annabeth, your wedding day. I said, 'You got yourself a real old-school man there.'
Like they put her in a bag.
What?
That's what Katie looked like when I saw her in the morgue. Like they put her in a bag and then they beat the bag with pipes.
Well...
Janey died in her sleep, all due respect. She went to sleep, she never woke up. Peaceful.
You don't need to talk about Janey.
My daughter was murdered. They put a gun to her. As we stand here, she's on an autopsy slab...getting cut open by scalpels and chest spreaders...and you're talking to me about domestic **** responsibility? Good to see you, Theo.
So the wife left you six months ago?
So?
So Jenny Coughlin there with the body, voice and the cuffs... This girl, she makes gay guys rethink their orientation.
So, what's your point?
The girl just wants to bed you, not wed you. You don't even blink? She wants to worship at the temple of Devine.
Your pal Markum, the moment I laid eyes on him, I could tell he'd done time. They never lose that tension, it settles in their shoulders.
He lost his daughter. That's what's in his shoulders.
No, that's in his stomach. The tension in his shoulders, that's prison.
What the **** am I gonna tell him? 'Hey, Jimmy... ...God said you owed another marker. He came to collect.'
As I was holding him under the water...I could feel God watching me, shaking his head. Not angry...but like if a puppy shit on a rug.
Dave's dead. I don't know who came out of that cellar, but it sure as shit wasn't Dave.
I'm gonna find him, Katie. I'm gonna find him before the police do. I'm gonna find the man, and I'm gonna kill him.
I'm tired of caring about some dead girl, and...there's just gonna be another one after her. Sending killers to jail is sending them where...they've been heading all their lives. The dead are still dead.