So, we keep headin' east?
Yeah, that's the idea.
Stay out of the big cities?
Uh-huh.
I think I'm tired.
Yeah. Me, too.
Here.
Bring it on up to the office.
I'm going to go check us out.
All right.
# With the rushin' that way #
# I had a feeling
it was my day #
# For one of those nights #
# When you lose your cool,
and you're feelin' sorry #
# You're ridin' on sin
to the page of a story #
# Of another great night
in the life of a fool #
# Ow! #
What took you so long?
Nothing.
I had a little trouble
with the maid...
but everything's fine now.
Damn.
It's already this hot.
Yep.
How are we fixed for water?
Probably not enough.
Yeah.
There's a cooler in the back
in the office.
Hey.
Shh.
Aah! Aah! Aah!
Sarah, honey, what's wrong?
Huh?
What is it, sweetie? Hmm?
- Daddy.
- Yeah?
- Daddy.
- Daddy's here.
- Daddy's here.
- There were monsters.
No, sweetie. There's
no such thing as monsters.
You were just having
a bad dream.
What's wrong, Dad?
Hi, kiddo.
Sarah's just having a bad dream.
Oh.
I saw monsters, Jack.
Monsters?
What kind?
I don't know.
They came out of my closet...
and then
they were in the shadows.
Mmm, shadow monsters.
Well, they look pretty scary...
but they really
can't do anything...
especially
when the lights are on.
They're scared of the light.
What happened, baby?
- You OK?
- I'm OK.
Sarah had a bad dream
about monsters.
- Oh.
- And I was telling her...
that there's
no such thing as monsters.
Oh.
I'm going to turn on
my night light just in case.
That sounds like
a brilliant solution.
Mmm.
- Hey, Jack?
- Hey, Mom?
Morning.
Morning, baby.
Hey, hon,
the pick up still won't start.
You mind dropping me off
on the way in?
Sure.
- Did you feed Burrow?
- Yeah, I fed him.
All right. Good.
The night light worked,
didn't it?
I got it, Dad.
What do you got going today,
Jack?
Uh, nothing much.
A math test in a few days...
and I think we're playing
baseball in gym class today...
so I can look forward
to sucking hard in right field.
Well, just remember...
don't let the hitter
get the ball over your head...
Unless it's out of the park.
Well, yeah.
Bye.
I get off early today.
All I have...
is the Watsons-Willard Day
bride's tractor sale.
You want me to pick you up?
Yeah.
Then we can go to the drive-in
and make out tonight.
There hasn't been
a drive-in here...
since the early seventies,
but...
I love you.
I love you.
- Have a good one.
- You, too.
- Morning.
- Derek.
- Hey, Tom.
- Morning, Joseph.
That's wild.
- Hey, Tom.
- Morning, Pat.
- Hey, Mick.
- Tom.
Charles is going to be
a little late this morning.
- Is he drunk again?
- Yeah, I guess.
Hey, who's the craziest woman
you ever dated?
Me?
Yeah. Mick and me,
we were talking...
about some of the girls
we went with.
- Uh-huh.
- He once dated a girl...
who used to attack him
in the middle of the night.
- She what?
- Yeah.
She used to have
these crazy goddamn dreams...
where instead
of her boyfriend...
I was
some kind of demented killer.
I woke up one night, she stuck
a goddamn fork in my shoulder.
- You're kidding me.
- No. I'm spurting blood.
She's sitting there crying...
going,
"Baby, I love you, I love you."
So, what happened?
You broke up with her, right?
No, I married her.
Hey, it lasted six years.
Nobody's perfect, Tom.
I guess not.
Strike this guy out.
We got 'em. Let's go.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Two out.
One winning run
coming right up, boys.
- Go, Bobby!
- Whoo!
It's all right, Billy.
Look alive, look alive.
Yeah!
Ball.
Yeah, that's it.
He's got nothing.
He's got nothing.
Let's go, let's go.
One more. Come on, now.
Come on, Bobby.
Yeah. He's yours, he's yours.
- Oh!
- Whoo!
- Whoo!
- Easy, Jack. Come on, Jack.
Don't drop it, Jack!
- That's yours. Come on.
- Jinx, Jackie boy!
- Oh!
- Oh!
Game over!
Yellows win. Let's go, guys.
Taylor, Dietrich,
you're on equipment. Let's go.
Guys, come on. Let's go.
- Good try, Bobby.
- You was robbed, Bobby.
Everyone hit the showers.
- Awesome.
- Nice.
Good job.
Guess you think
you're hot shit, huh, Stall?
What? No, I don't.
Little hero here, huh?
Little superstar here.
Little hero saves the day
at the last minute, right?
Bobby, it's just a game, OK?
It's just stupid gym class.
Who you calling stupid?
Ahem.
No, I said gym class was stupid.
"No, I said gym class was..."
Listen to this little faggot.
Yeah. You're right.
I'm both little and a faggot.
You got me dead to rights.
Come on, chickenshit,
let's do this.
What would be the point?
I mean, you win.
You win, you win.
You've established
your alpha male standing.
You've established
my unworthiness.
But doing violence to me
just seems... ahem...
pointless and cruel,
don't you think?
Let's do this, you punk bitch.
Shouldn't that be little punk
ass chickenshit faggot bitch?
Chickenshit faggot bitch.
Uh-oh.
God!
Bobby is a chickenshit.
Hey, good looking.
Where are we going?
Well, Jack's studying
over at Judy Danvers'...
and Martha's
taking care of Sarah.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
So, where are we going?
We never got to be teenagers
together.
Uh-huh.
I'm going to fix that.
What's going on in there?
Keep your shirt on. I'm coming.
Holy cow.
What?
Do you need some help with that,
big boy?
Uh... maybe.
Oh, my God.
What have you done with my wife?
Ready? OK!
Go, Wildcats!
No wives in here, mister.
Mmm.
- Wow.
- Shh.
Quiet.
My parents are in the next room.
Mmm.
You're naughty.
What are you doing?
Nothing.
You are such a bad boy.
Mm-hmm.
Rah, rah, sis, boom, bah.
Oh.
There wasn't much of that
in high school.
Ah...
Mmm.
- Uhh.
- Mmm.
What is it?
Huh?
I remember the moment
I knew you were in love with me.
I saw it in your eyes.
I can still see it.
Of course you can.
I still love you.
I'm the luckiest
son of a bitch alive.
You are the best man
I've ever known.
There's no luck involved.
You want to go down
and get some food or something?
You ever wonder
what kids did for fun...
on a Saturday night
a hundred years ago?
I don't know.
I guess I always figured...
they got into
their parents' wagon...
and went cruising
up and down their main drag...
playing loud banjo music
and acting like idiots.
So, you think
this is as good as it gets?
For us? Yeah.
For now.
Eventually, we... we grow up,
we get jobs, we have affairs...
and we become alcoholics.
Ahem. You know, sometimes...
you depress me.
Hey, that's what I'm good at.
Give me that.
Hey, isn't that
that Stall faggot?
Yeah.
You should go kick his ass.
I'm going to.
Who the fuck was that?
I don't know,
and I don't want to know.
Can I just say how sick I am
of these podunk towns...
and the goddamn podunks
who live in 'em?
Do you think
if you keep saying that...
it's actually going
to change anything?
I am so sick of this shit.
Yeah, you made that clear
about ten thousand miles ago.
Now, if you haven't got
a better idea...
I don't want to hear
about it anymore.
We are so goddamned broke.
Yeah, well...
that's easy to fix.
No way.
- Come on.
- Mm-mmm.
Are you going to go shoot pool
with Jerry?
Maybe.
Thanks, Tom.
Thanks, Mick... good as ever.
There you go.
See you in church.
Yep. Have a good evening.
You, too.
See you tonight, Charlotte.
Yeah. See you.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Aw, it's all right, old fella.
Just closing up, fellas.
Coffee, black.
The same. I'll have some pie...
some of that lemon meringue pie.
Guys, guys, I'm sorry. I'm...
We're closed.
I said... coffee!
OK.
I guess we can handle that.
It's not very fresh.
You can go home now, Charlotte.
Just leave the pie.
OK.
Billy...
You're going to be sticking
around for a while, honey.
Tom?
Don't fuckin' move.
Sir, we don't... we don't
carry much cash here.
You gentlemen are certainly
welcome to all of it.
Oh, I know that, asshole,
believe me.
I do know that.
- Aah!
- Shut up, bitch!
OK, Billy...
let's show this asshole
we mean business.
What? Her?
Yes, her.
Do her!
Aah!
Uhh.
- Aah!
- Uhh.
Unh.
I'm telling you,
those men were...
They were going to kill us.
They were going to kill us,
and if it weren't for Tom...
He's a hero.
...in conjunction with
several murders in those states.
Now, Tom Stall
is a family man...
with longstanding ties
to this community.
Tom Stall
was just another hard-working...
small business
owner and operator...
in Millbrook, Indiana,
but now...
Um, one of the guys
had a... a gun to my head...
and Tom...
He was amazing. He...
Hi, baby.
- Hey, honey.
- How you doing?
How are you?
Uhh.
Are you as sick of hearing
about me as I am?
No, I kind of like it.
Look.
Your picture's in the paper.
Oh, God.
Careful.
- Hi, guys.
- Mom.
Can l... Can I get up now?
- You got it, Dad?
- Yeah.
- Way to go, Tommy.
- We're all here for you, Tom.
Way to go, Tom.
- Hi, sweetie.
- Oh, that's so nice.
Thank you so much for coming.
We're in Millbrook,
just outside the home...
of American hero Tom Stall...
who's just now returning from
the hospital with his family.
Mr. Stall,
Jenny Wyatt, WRPK news.
I have a few questions for you.
How did it feel...
when you saw the guns
of those ruthless killers...
pointed directly at you?
- How did it feel?
- Yeah.
Not very good.
Not very good.
Were you surprised, though...
by your own reaction
to the situation?
Uh... what I did was...
I mean,
anybody would have done that.
It was just...
It was a terrible thing.
I think we'll all be better off
when we get past it.
Yeah, but you really went
beyond what the average...
l... I need to... I really need
to be with my family.
Thanks.
I'm Jenny Wyatt in Millbrook,
and that was Tom Stall...
American hero, man of few words.
Well, I guess that's all
we're going to get.
Man, it's good to be home.
I hope there won't be
too much more of that.
Hey, Dad, they all just
want to interview you...
because of what you did.
You're a hero, Dad. Ha ha!
No, I'm not.
I just got lucky... very lucky.
This will all blow over...
as soon as they find
some other hot story.
Yeah. Maybe the Lydons will have
another two-headed cow.
You guys
aren't thinking big enough.
You could probably do
Larry King Live, Dad.
- That would be cool.
- Oh, you stop it. Stop it.
Look at this... more reporters.
Are they still there?
Yeah. Now there's some car
parked across the road.
- They're just sitting there.
- Huh.
- Does anyone want some tea?
- I'll take some, Mom.
Yes, please.
Unh. Aw, jeez.
Hey, Edie.
Hi. How are you?
- Did you go to the shop?
- Yes, sir.
Hello. Hey, Bill.
- Hi, honey.
- Hi, baby. How are you?
Oh, I'm all right.
What brings you by?
I just wanted to see
how you were doing.
Doing good. Business is great.
Just can't keep up.
Yeah, it's busy.
Oh, look, more reporters. Nice.
They don't look like reporters.
Grilled cheese is ready.
Got fries
and a strawberry shake.
Hello. Welcome to Stall's.
Would you gentlemen
like some coffee?
You're the hero.
Uh, I don't know, sir.
I was just...
Nah, you're the big hero.
You sure took care
of those two bad men.
I really don't like
talking about it, sir.
We're trying to get
back to normal here.
So, can I offer you gentlemen
some coffee?
Sure. Give me some coffee.
Make it black...
- Yes, sir.
- Joey.
And... and your friends?
They don't drink coffee.
It doesn't agree
with them... Joey.
- Who's Joey?
- You are.
- My name's Tom, sir.
- Of course it is.
Mmm. That's good coffee.
Thank you, sir.
If I were to find coffee
as good in Philadelphia...
but you know that,
don't you, Tom?
Heh.
No, actually, I don't.
I've never been to Philadelphia.
Pennsylvania? Is that where
you gentlemen are from?
Yeah, like you don't know.
Sorry.
Did... Did we know each other?
You tell me.
No.
We don't know each other.
Come on, Joey. Cut the crap.
My name is Tom.
Joey Cusack.
Your name is Joey Cusack.
You're from Philly.
- Mm-hmm. OK. Whatever.
- Uh-huh.
Excuse me, gentlemen, if you're
not going to order anything...
my husband and I
would appreciate it...
if you would be on your way.
We ate on the road.
It's all right.
It's OK.
We really are very busy here
today, as you can see.
Um, so if you gentlemen
aren't going to be eating...
I really should offer
your seats to paying customers.
Hmm.
Well...
now we're paying customers.
I can't take this.
It shouldn't be
any problem for you.
What is that supposed to mean?
Mr. Fogarty's
just making conversation here.
Well, whatever
you want to call it...
this conversation is over.
I think he wants us to leave,
Mr. Fogarty.
Do you know what he does...
when he don't like people,
Mr. Fogarty?
Yeah. I'm scared.
We should leave before he goes
all Dirty Harry on us.
I want to thank you
for the coffee, Joey.
It really is very good.
It's Tom. My name's Tom Stall.
Excuse me.
What are you doing?
Who are you calling?
Hi... Hi, Molly.
This is Edie Stall. Is he in?
I'm fine, thanks.
You're calling Sam?
Yes.
Is there a problem
with my driving, officer?
Can I see your license, sir?
Sure.
I thought I was under the limit.
Is there some problem
I should know about?
What's your business
in Millbrook, sir?
We're tourists.
And what business did you have
at Stall's Diner today?
We heard the coffee
was terrific.
Let me make something clear
to you and to Mr. Mulligan.
Uh-huh?
This is a nice town.
We have nice people here.
We take care of our nice people.
- Do you understand me?
- Yeah, sure.
Don't let me see you around
again.
You keep up the good work,
officer.
Charles Roarke, Philadelphia.
Indicted
on three counts of murder.
Frank Mulligan,
out of New York...
indicted on one count of murder.
Questioned in relation
to dozens of acts of violence...
that you don't want
to hear about.
Both men work for Carl Fogarty.
He's the fella with the eye.
He spent fifteen years in prison
on several counts of assault.
He's suspected
in half a dozen murders...
and more disappearances.
Tom, these guys are organized
crime from the east coast.
Now, they're the real thing.
They're bad men.
Jesus. Jesus, honey.
I have to ask you a question.
Are you in some kind
of witness protection plan?
- Sam.
- Some kind of what?
This is no laughing matter,
Edie.
Of course he's not, Sam.
I'd just like to hear
Tom say that.
OK. No. No,
I'm not in a witness program.
Those men just have
the wrong guy.
They must've seen me on TV,
and I guess, uh...
I reminded them
of this Johnny guy.
- Joey.
- J-Joey somebody.
I mean, good lord.
The idea of me...
I never honestly believed it,
but I had to ask.
I've done some research
on this, uh, Joey Cusack.
I didn't find anything.
But there is a Richie Cusack
in Philadelphia.
Apparently, he's the head...
of some kind of crime syndicate
in that city.
Men like this come to our town
and start harassing a citizen...
we have to take them seriously.
Sure.
All right. So, if you folks
see them coming around...
you let me know.
Will do.
I'm sorry, Sam. Do you want
a piece of pie or something?
Ah, no, thanks, Edie.
I'd love to,
but I've gotta get back to work.
Thank you. Thanks for coming.
Uh, Sam? Thank you.
It's good to know
you're watching out for us.
Come on, Tom.
You know we look out
for our own here.
- Good night.
- Good night.
See ya. Thanks.
Huh.
Don't worry.
They're as good as gone.
Sorry. Sorry.
It's over and done with.
OK.
Honey. Can you get that, hon?
Come on, come on!
Hello?
The shotgun, Edie!
Get the shotgun!
Tom, Tom... Tom, what's wrong?
They're coming to the house!
Who's coming to the house?
Just grab it!
Do it and be ready!
OK, stop. Are you serious?
I'll be there as soon as I can.
Shit.
Come on.
Oh, shit.
Oh, come on.
Come on.
Edie! Oh.
Ohh, fuck. Tom!
Tom. Tom, what's going on?
- l...
- Huh?
l... I don't know, baby.
Jesus.
What's going on?
I don't... I don't know. Ohh.
Let me call Sam, all right?
- No, don't.
- OK.
l... I don't even know...
l... I don't know
why I thought... l...
Mom?
It's OK, baby.
Yeah. Uh... ha ha. l...
l... l... I think
I'm losing my mind.
No, no, no. OK.
You're not losing your mind.
You've been through
some serious trauma, all right?
I'm here for you, baby.
We're all here for you.
It's all right.
It's gonna be OK.
Mom?
You haven't forgotten about
my new shoes, have you?
Gosh, no. It's my top priority
for the day.
How could I forget?
You all right?
Yeah, yeah. Hi... Hi, sweetie.
Honey,
just get ready for school.
I'll speak to you afterwards,
all right?
OK.
Come on.
Let's go shopping.
Hey.
Careful. It's loaded.
Why was Mom running
around the house with that?
What's going on, Dad?
False alarm.
Nothing to worry about.
I am worried.
You're sweating.
You're soaked, Dad.
What kind of false alarm?
What did you mean,
you think you...
You think
you're losing your mind?
Some mob guys
showed up at the diner.
They saw me on TV, and they
came by to take a look at me.
Yeah.
Yeah, I heard about that.
Uh, so...
They thought they knew me.
They thought...
I was somebody else.
Heh. That's weird.
Yeah. Weird.
And I guess, um...
Well, I guess...
they don't like this guy
they think you are.
Apparently not.
And, um, and I guess l...
I guess... I guess they want...
to kill this guy
they think you are?
See, that's... that's
the losing my mind part.
I mean, I have no reason
to think that.
It's just I was down at work,
and, you know...
suddenly I thought
maybe... maybe...
they'd come looking around.
You know?
And, uh...
And then you came running
back here to save us?
Yeah, something silly like that.
I'm sorry.
What if you're right?
Then we deal with it.
OK.
Now, look what I just found.
It's my last pair in this style,
and it's exactly your size.
Just try these on.
They should fit like a dream.
How do they feel?
Good. Yeah, I think I like them.
I have a pair of these myself.
They look great
and they really last.
Really? OK. I'll take them.
And I needed a pair
for her as well.
Sarah?
Sarah?
- Uh, ma'am? The shoes...
- I have to find my daughter.
I can't let you leave the store
with the shoes.
OK, OK, OK. Sarah!
Sarah?
Sarah?
Sarah. Sarah.
Don't ever do that again, OK?
I'm sorry, Mommy.
But look.
They have the new Vespa dolls.
Nothin' to worry about,
Mrs. Stall.
I've been watching over her.
You stay the fuck away from
my family, you son of a bitch.
There's no need for that kind
of language, Mrs. Stall.
Listen to me.
I don't know what you want...
and I don't really care.
You should care about
what I want, Mrs. Stall...
because I want something
from your husband...
that might affect you,
might change your life.
My husband does not know you.
He wouldn't know you,
somebody like you.
Oh, he knows Carl Fogarty,
all right.
He knows me intimately.
See? This isn't
a completely dead eye.
It still works a bit.
The problem is, the only thing
I can see with it...
is Joey Cusack.
And it can see
right through him.
Right through your husband,
Edie.
See what's inside him,
what makes him tick.
He's still the same guy.
- No.
- He's still crazy fuckin' Joey.
And you know it, don't you?
I know that my husband is
Tom Stall. That's what I know.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Well, why don't you ask Tom
about his older brother Richie?
He doesn't...
Ask Tom about how he tried to
rip my eye out with barbed wire.
And ask him, Edie...
how come he's so good
at killing people?
If I see you within
five hundred feet of me...
or my children or my husband,
I'll have you arrested.
Heh heh heh heh.
Can I possibly make myself
any clearer than that?
No, no, Mrs. Stall, you can't.
I thank you for your time.
You have an enchanting daughter.
And, Mrs. Stall...
don't forget your shoes.
Heh heh heh heh.
So, how's your dad?
I don't know. A little weird.
Well, after
what he went through?
I mean,
actually killing someone?
I mean, that's enough
to freak anybody out.
Yeah. I guess.
So, your old man's
some kind of tough guy, huh?
What's he think
of his wimp son?
You think he'd take this shit?
You think he'd make jokes?
Go on, bitch.
Say something funny.
Bobby, leave him alone.
Shut up, skank.
Uh-oh. He's gettin' mad.
Jack, let's just
get out of here, OK?
Jack, he's an asshole.
You know that.
He doesn't mean shit.
Let's just go.
Let's just get out of here, OK?
Yeah, puss. Run away.
Goddamn, I bet your daddy
would be real ashamed by you.
Go ahead, bitch.
Say something funny.
Make me laugh.
- Uhh!
- Ohh!
Uhh!
OK, you motherfucker! Get
over there, you son of a bitch!
Ohh!
Come here. Are you laughin'?
Are you laughin' now...
you motherfucking
cocksucking piece of shit?
What the hell were you thinking?
- I wasn't thinking.
- Obviously not.
Bobby's been riding me
all year, Dad. He's a jerk.
He's a jerk?
Yeah. He's a jerk.
That's no excuse.
You stand up to him.
You don't put him
in the hospital!
Oh, big deal.
It's the best thing
anyone could've done to him.
Besides, I only got suspended.
It is a big deal!
His parents say
they might sue us.
There could be assault charges.
We can't afford that, Jack.
We don't have
that kind of money.
Oh, what?
Mom's not gonna take the case?
- Oh, whatever, Dad...
- Listen, smart mouth!
In this family, we do not solve
our problems by hitting people!
No, in this family,
we shoot them!
Ah!
Jack.
Honey, have you seen Jack?
What?
What's wrong, baby?
Fogarty and his men
followed us to the mall.
He what?
Call Sam.
Should... Should we call Sam?
We should call...
I already took care of it,
honey.
I already took care of it.
Went down to the courthouse...
got a restraining order.
A lot of good that'll do.
Well, it's something.
At least
we could have him arrested...
if he ever
comes around here again.
You're right.
But I have to tell you
something.
What?
This man Fogarty
really believes...
that you're this Joey Cusack.
I mean, the things that
he told me this afternoon...
- What things?
- Things. Just bullshit.
But he's, uh,
he's sure that it's you.
And we have to convince him
that it's not.
Well, I don't think he's
interested in examining my DNA.
Get off our property.
We'll go, Joey.
We just want you
to come with us.
Come back to Philly,
see some people.
I told you, I have never been
to Philadelphia.
Heh. You almost believe
your own crap, don't you?
You know, you're trying so hard
to be this other guy.
It's painful to watch.
- Charlie.
- Hey.
Look what we found.
Come on.
Yeah? Ha ha ha.
- Mom!
- Jack!
- No! Edie! Edie!
- Mom!
- Edie! No! No!
- Jack!
Let go, you son of a bitch!
Come here.
Wait.
Mom.
Don't make us hurt the kid,
Joey.
We just want you to come
for a little trip with us...
down Memory Lane.
Put the popgun down.
Come over and talk to us.
Baby, wait.
Edie... I will get him.
I'll get him. Please.
Go up to Sarah.
Go up to her. Do it.
Put the gun down.
Put it down, Joey.
Come closer.
A little further.
Come on.
Go back to the house, Jack.
Go on.
You see how cozy it can be
when you decide to play nice?
Now, come on, Joey.
Get in the car.
You won't need your toothbrush.
We'll take care of everything.
I think it'd be better
if you'd just leave now.
Joey.
Come on, Joey, let's go.
Ahh!
- Uhh!
- Uhh! Uhh!
Ohh! Ohh!
Uhh!
Tom!
Fuck.
Mommy, what's wrong?
It's OK.
You got anything to say
before I blow your brains out...
you miserable prick?
I should've killed you
back in Philly.
Yeah, Joey.
You should have.
Uhh! Uhh.
Edie.
Honey, are you OK?
Tell me the truth.
The truth?
Please.
You can do that, can't you?
You can do that, can't you?
Please?
What do you think you heard?
It's not what I heard.
It's what I saw.
I saw Joey.
I saw you turn into Joey
right before my eyes.
I saw a killer...
the one Fogarty warned me about.
You did kill men
back in Philly, didn't you?
Did you do it for money...
or did you do it
because you enjoyed it?
Joey did, both. I didn't...
Tom Stall didn't.
Oh, God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, God, it's really happening.
Oh.
What are you, like, some
multiple personality schizoid?
It's like flipping a switch
back and forth for you?
I never expected
to see Joey again.
Oh, yeah. Joey.
What, was he in hiding?
Was he dead?
I thought he was.
I thought I killed Joey Cusack.
I went out to the desert,
and I killed him.
Oh, my God.
I spent three years
becoming Tom Stall.
Edie, you have to know this.
I wasn't really born again
until I met you.
I was nothing.
I don't believe you.
I can't believe
this is happening.
I can't believe
this is happening.
I can't believe
this is fucking happening!
You didn't grow up in Portland.
And you never talk about
your adopted parents...
because you don't have any!
And our name.
Jesus Christ, my name.
Jack's name. Sarah's name?
Stall? Tom Stall?
Did you just make that up?
Where did that name come from?
I mean...
it was available.
Yeah.
I guess I was available, too.
Hey, Jack.
What am I supposed
to call you now?
You're supposed to call me Dad.
That's what I am... your dad.
Are you really?
So, you're some kind of
closet mobster dad?
I mean, if I go rob
Millikan's Drug Store...
will you ground me if I don't
give you a piece of the action?
What, Dad? You tell me.
Please, son. Don't.
If I talk to Sam about you,
will you have me whacked?
Jack.
Tom?
Hey, Sam. How are you doing?
Good to see you up and around.
- Yeah.
- You had her runnin' yet?
Yeah, for a second there.
She's coming back to life.
Ah, shit.
Tom...
I got a problem.
Want to come inside
for a minute?
I've been running through it all
for the last couple days.
It just doesn't fit.
What doesn't fit?
None of it.
Is that Edie coming home?
Yeah.
Well, we don't have
to do this now.
Might as well.
Hi, Sam.
Edie.
How you doing?
I'm OK.
You want some coffee?
No, I'm good.
So, what brings you out here?
Well, Tom and I
were just talking about that.
Mmm. I'd like to hear it.
Well, it's just that...
none of this makes any sense.
Mmm.
These are serious secretive men.
I mean, they wouldn't have
come out here...
they wouldn't have
gone through all this...
exposed themselves like this...
unless they were dead certain
they had the right man.
So, what are you saying, Sam?
I'm saying I think
I need to hear the truth.
The truth?
The truth.
Sam, you've got
too much time on your hands.
I'm sorry?
Tom is...
Tom is who he says he is.
That's all that really matters.
Sam, hasn't this family
suffered enough?
Well...
goddamn.
Edie.
It's OK.
I guess I'll be going.
You folks give me a ring
if you need anything.
Anything at all, understand?
Thanks.
You...
Edie. Edie!
- Get off of me!
- Unh!
Fuck you, Joey!
Aah! Get off!
Uhh!
Uhh!
Ohh!
Ohh. Ohh.
Oh, my God. Oh, God.
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.
Mmm.
Uhh.
Uhh.
Uhh.
Hello.
Hey, bro-ham.
You're still pretty good
with the killing.
That's exciting.
Richie.
Yeah, it's Richie.
What do you say, Joey?
Are you going to come see me?
Or do I have to come see you?
What's that supposed to mean?
Uh, Jenny Cream.
Bottle.
You Ruben?
Yeah.
You Joey?
Yeah, I'm Joey.
So, what do we do now?
You finish your beer...
then I take you to see Richie
in the Escalade.
Nice houses.
Richie's
a very upscale kind of guy.
Nice gate.
Yeah.
We're here.
Home, sweet home.
Got to frisk you.
Nah. I'll save you the trouble.
I'm not packing.
I got to frisk you.
All right.
I don't smell very good.
I've been driving
pretty much non-stop...
fifteen to sixteen hours.
I'll hold my nose.
Can you believe that place
is still standing...
the Track and Turf?
Didn't you bang
Jill Levy there...
right on the bar
in front of everybody?
I never banged Jill Levy.
Well, you should've.
She was... She was something.
How you doing, Richie?
Mmm.
Yeah.
It's been a long, long time,
bro-ham.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Come with me.
- You want anything?
- Nah.
So, you like that farm life?
Milking cows and shit?
I don't have a farm.
No?
Fogarty thought you lived
on some kind of farm.
Said you could smell pig.
How that old fart would know...
what a pig smells like,
I don't know...
but that's what he said.
Ahem.
Do you like being married?
What?
Do you like being married?
Does it work for you?
I can't see it working for me.
I never felt the urge, you know?
A lot of great looking women
in the world.
I never met one made me
want to give up all the others.
Sure, you can fuck around...
but it's so much goddamn work,
you know?
Keeping it quiet.
It's not worth the effort.
Don't see the upside.
You see the upside, Joey?
Yeah, Richie, I do.
I do now.
I'm pretty pissed at you,
bro-ham.
You could've called.
You could've dropped a postcard
in the mail.
We're brothers.
What'd you think would happen?
I thought that business
would come first.
Well, yeah.
Yeah, I know.
Tch. I know.
What am I going to do?
You bust up a made man's place.
You killed some of his guys.
You take his eye.
Jesus, Joey, you took his eye.
Barbed wire, wasn't it?
That's disgusting.
You always were the crazy one.
- Not anymore.
- Yeah, I heard.
You're living
the American dream.
You really bought into it,
didn't you?
You've been this other guy...
almost as long
as you've been yourself.
Hey, when you dream...
are you still Joey?
Joey's been dead a long time.
And yet here you sit...
big as life.
You know you cost me...
a lot of time and money.
Before you pulled that shit
with Fogarty...
I was a shoe-in to take over...
when the boss croaked...
a shoe-in.
It was made very clear to me,
Joey.
I had to clean up your mess...
or nothing was ever
going to happen for me.
You got no idea
how much shit I had to pull...
to get back in with those guys.
You cost me...
a hell of a lot, Joey,
a hell of a lot.
Looks like you're doing
all right over here.
Yeah, I am, I am.
I'm still behind
the eightball...
because of you.
There's a certain
lack of respect...
a certain lack of trust.
The boys in Boston are
just waiting for me to go down.
You always were
a problem for me, Joey.
When Mom brought you home
from the hospital...
I tried to strangle you
in your crib.
I guess all kids try to do that.
She caught me...
whacked the daylights out of me.
I've heard that story.
Well, what do you think?
Better late than never?
Richie...
I'm here to make peace.
Tell me what I got to do
to make things right.
You could do something, I guess.
You could die, Joey.
Ooh!
Uhh!
Uhh!
- Unh!
- Oh!
Oh!
Uhh!
Uhh! Ohh!
How do you fuck that up?
Uhh!
How do you fuck that up?
What are you going to do,
give him mouth-to-mouth?
Did you see my brother?
Fuckin' leave this...
and let's just kill
that little fuck!
Jesus, Joey.
Jesus, Richie.