another match and threw that on her.
Then got into his car
and drove away.
But she...
my wife
wasn't dead.
Oh, he'd hurt her,
but he hadn't killed her.
She was still alive.
He'd got it wrong.
Wrong about that just like
he was wrong
about the kerosene
burning the house down.
He was wrong about
everything always.
It was all for nothing.
I guess the pain woke her.
She managed to get
herself outside
And roll across the ground
on the dirt and the grass
until the flames were out.
Then she still had
enough left in her
to crawl back into the house
and dial 911.
They found her on the stairs
halfway up to Tim's bedroom.
She lived
for another five days.
Never did come out
of the coma.
I think that was
a blessing.
Her burns were so bad
they wouldn't let me
hold her.
In the end
I did anyway.
Thank you.
- Pete!
- I'm leaving right now.
I don't care.
- No!
- Leave a little bit!
I didn't fucking take it!
Don't you lie.
Go back in the house,
you crazy bitch.
- Fuck you.
- Fuck me?
Fuck you!
That is disgusting, man.
You're touching me but
you're not looking at me.
Ow!
- I'm going.
- Are you going?
- I want to go home.
- I had a nice time.
- I'll tell you in the car.
He's such a dick.
I hate him.
What are you doing?
I don't know.
She's the most irritating
girl I've ever met.
I saw you parked here.
Danny didn't.
Where is he?
He's down the street
at Bowman's Auto.
Does he know you're here?
No.
No, I told him
I needed cigarettes.
You know, he'd be pretty damn mad
if he knew I was talking to you.
- Would he?
- Yeah.
You and him argue a lot,
your brother?
Look, Mr. Ludlow,
I'm not gonna pretend that
things are all buddy-buddy
between Danny and me.
That's not why I'm here.
That's not my point.
What is your point then?
That, um...
That I just wanted
to say sorry.
You know, for what we did.
About your dog.
That's why I'm here.
I'm here to say that.
I'm glad to hear it.
Though the one I need
to hear it from most
is your brother.
I'm still glad to hear
it from you though.
Question is, what now?
What do you
what do you
Are you gonna keep on
lying for him?
God, I mean what do you
expect me to do?
I mean, first you come and you
ask me in front of my father.
Then you go
and you get it on T.V.
I expect you
to tell the truth.
I expect you
to tell your father.
I expect you to tell the
Police if it comes to that.
You don't get it.
You don't understand.
That's just not gonna happen.
Suppose you
make me understand.
Look, I gotta go,
all right?
If Danny sees me here
Who are you
afraid of, Harold?
Your brother?
Your father?
You were man enough to come down
here and say what you just said to me.
I figure that already
makes you a bigger man
than your brother
and maybe even
your father.
I don't think
you've got all that much
to worry about
from either of them.
Do you?
Believe me, Mr. Ludlow,
you don't have a clue.
Hon, what is it?
I was going to vacuum.
And?
So I hear
you're suing me.
- I'd rather not.
- Yeah?
I don't know why
you bother.
It's not gonna be worth either
your time or your money.
I'm wondering if you're proud
of Daniel, Mr. McCormack.
Because if not,
then there's gonna be trouble
between you and the boy.
And that's something you may
care to do something about
while you still have time,
instead of using your money
to cover up for him.
You know, I don't need
any lectures from you.
My boys are my boys.
And I'll handle them any way
I see fit, okay?
If you're gonna sue me,
just go ahead and do it.
It'll cause me
some embarrassment
in some places,
but it won't
hurt me very
very much.
So do it.
And if you could win, what
are you gonna get out of it?
The value of a dog?
A goddamn dog from
a goddamn dog pound?
Huh?
Huh?
Really I could
care