Since 1970, the federal witness protection programme
has relocated thousand of witnesses.
Some criminals, some not,
to neighborhoods all across the country.
Everyone of those individuals shares a unique attribute,
distinguishing them
from the rest of the general population.
And that is... somebody wants them dead.
So, Dennis,
Who killed Aaron Willard?
I, um...
Guards, would you give us a minute, please?
Have a seat.
Good.
If I tell you anything...
they will kill me. I know.
Here's the deal.
Everyone inside these walls knew something was brewing
between Willard and Ethan Johnson.
Just a matter of time before one of them killed the other.
Well, now that that's happened,
the United States justice department
believes they may finally be able
to strap one of this country's truly evil people
to a table with a needle in his arm.
And they made it very clear to me
that they would bend over backwards
to try to help the person who had the courage
to stand up and help them accomplish this.
You think you might be that person, Dennis?
All right, Dennis, this is the witness protection
Memorandum Of Understanding your M.O.U.
constitutes the entire agreement between Witsec... that's us...
and the witness. That's... that's you.
What's so amusing?
Nothing.
I just... I feel like I'm in a movie.
Really? Which one?
Oh, I don't...
Maybe that one with goldie hawn and chevy chase?
I can't remember. Foul play.
No, I think it's fletch.
Uh... I'm pretty sure it was foul pl...
What? M.O.U., couple hundred pages.
Would really like to get outta here before St. Swithin's.
Sorry, it's just...
sometimes I feel like I'm in a movie too.
Really? Let me guess... Clueless?
The jerk.
Actually, I was gonna say taming of the Shrew.
Are you guys always this funny?
Yeah, we are. But this isn't.
Section one of the M.O.U... protecting your new identity.
The witness may notat any time divulge any aspect
of his or her pre-Witsec life to any persons.
Those are orchids, not potatoes!
Now put them down and unload fertilizer!
Why are we here? Shut up and follow me.
Hey! Fat ass.
My friend Dennis here says he can kick your ass.
What the...
I never said...
Hey, man, I don't want any trouble.
Oh, thank God.
How many times I gotta tell you,
I ain't sleepin' with you.
You're too skinny. This is why I love this man.
Though I may have talked Ingrid into a threesome
for my 40th birthday.
Really? So me, your wife... now we just gotta find a guy
who's man enough to handle both of us.
That's hurtful.
Well, so's the thought of a three-way with you.
See... your words say no, but your eyes...
they say...
damn it. Your eyes say no too.
Sorry.
This is turning into a horrible day.
Maybe for your 50th.
Yeah. I'll circle the date.
So... Dennis...
word is you're lookin' for a job.
It is?
Yeah. I called from the office.
I don't know why...
the second I met Dennis, I thought of you.
Know anything about flowers?
That they grow in dirt and they're pretty?
Wow. You're already way ahead of Nathan!
I don't think I've ever seen anyone get angry
at bags of fertilizer before.
Nathan is angry at everything.
I'm trying to help him.
He was in my old motorcycle gang.
Came to me about a month ago.
Said he wanted a new start.
Awfully nice of you.
Yeah, well, there aren't that many places
for us old bikers to go to.
Jesus! Nathan!
You're getting manure all over the place!
Get a broom and clean it up.
You...
you should watch your tone.
Gimme a sec.
What, Nate? You got something on your mind?
You wanna hit me?
Yeah.
Are ya gonna hit me?
I suppose not.
Good.
See? You can control it.
Now, go get a broom.
So... what's it gonna be, d?
Pay sucks, and I'm a terrible boss.
You wanna work here or not?
Hard to say no to an offer like that.
So... how are classes? Uh, good.
I might actually end up with a "b" average.
Oh, that's fantastic!
I'm so proud of you.
You know what, if you need any help studying,
I'm not really great at that sort of thing,
but I could, um, hold up flash cards or something.
Oh. Okay, well, when we get to multiplication tables,
I'll know just who to call.
Surprise!
Oh, this is so nice. Well, it's...
Oh, I almost forgot...
Wow. I'm actually home.
Yeah.
For a while I... I didn't know if I'd make it.
I'm really proud of you, mom.
I hope you keep it up.
Me too.
I just know I'm not gonna drink today.
Okay, so I wanted to make you a cake,
but turns out cakes require lots of things
that we don't have, like...
like the ability to follow simple instructions.
Like baking soda and flour.
So I bought some cookies
and I covered them in icing instead.
That is either the grossest or most brilliant idea
you've ever had.
I think I'm gonna cry.
Crying makes me wanna drink.
Brilliant. Right.
I'm gonna go to work. Call me if you need anything.
Welcome home, mom. Don't drink, hmm?
Bye. Bye.
Okay.
How's it going?
Fine, thanks.
Can I pour you a cup?
No, thank you.
Are you mad at me? No.
Are you sure? Yes.
Is this... this about the other night?
Shh!
He can't hear us. I don't care.
It's not appropriate for the office.
Hey, what's up?
Where are you? You've gotta get in here.
Why? What's the matter?
Stan and ellen are... you gotta see this.
Stan and ellen are what? Are they fighting?
Is she gonna get fired?
No, but there's definitely something going on between them.
Really, gidget? Is she wearing his ring?
Ridicule if you must, but I see what I see.
You see what you wanna see.
Although, you gotta wonder what that would look like...
Stan and Eleanor, doing it.
Why do you always have to take it to an ugly place?
I bet she's an animal. It's always the prim ones.
Hang on.
Something's going on at Colin's.
I'll call you back.
Please don't.
Excuse me, ma'am.
Could you stay right there, please?
Marshal service. Okay.
What happened?
Stabbed. No witnesses so far.
He one of yours? No, but I know him.
Colin? Colin, it's Mary. What happened?
He's out. I don't know.
Inside, there was a lotta blood.
Any thoughts on where I should start with this?
Those biker tats, for instance?
No, no, the tats are ancient history.
He's a good guy,
tried to rehabilitate people with troubled pasts.
He could have been John the baptist,
but most gangs are blood in, blood out.
There is one guy, one of his employees.
Nathan... something.
Loads of anger issues. What about her?
Oh... customer that called it in.
She was giving him CPR when the paramedics arrived.
We're checkin', but not likely.
So is there anything or anyone
that you wanna tell me about in this point in time?
No, not that I can think of.
But you'll let me know? Of course.
Dennis, it's Mary.
You call me the second you get this.
Marshall, Colin was stabbed at the shop.
Is he okay?
I don't know. And I can't find Dennis.
I'll start a threat assessment
and see if this has anything to do with his prison friends.
And send a security detail over to the apartment.
I'm heading there now.
Sounds good. Keep me posted.
Copy that.
Detective Dershowitz, this is Dennis Stewart.
He's one of Colin's employees.
He's here to answer any questions you might have.
Friend of the marshal's, I take it.
Yeah, we met when I first moved to town.
Of course you did.
Uh, Dennis, why don't you have a seat
in the conference room there?
I'll be in in a sec. Okay.
Mind if I observe?
Not as long as you keep your mouth shut.
I can do that. Since when?
Oh, by the way, that Nathan Grady,
the guy with the anger issues... Mia.
Along with the store's delivery van.
Maybe he's making deliveries.
Well, we checked the orders.
There were only a couple of 'em,
so he should have been back a while ago.
So... can anyone verify your whereabouts this morning?
No. Except Mary, I guess.
S... she, uh... stopped by
when I was just getting out of the shower.
And did you speak to anyone during that time,
did you place any calls?
Mm... no. Sorry.
Did you ever hear Colin argue with anyone
Or anyone threaten him with violence, an employee?
Of course. Colin argues with everyone.
That's kind of the way he, uh... he communicates.
It's like the more he argues with you,
the more you know he likes you.
And what about Nathan Grady?
How much does Colin... like him?
Colin likes Nathan a lot.
And, yeah, maybe, uh...
Nathan threatened him once or twice,
but before you jump to conclusions,
You just have to know that's the world they both come from.
Everyone threatens everyone.
Colin was really helping him learn to manage his temper.
I'm telling you, he would never hurt Colin.
Colin's the only person in this world
who believes in him.
Other than you, apparently.
Other than me. Okay.
So is there any violence in your boy's past?
No. Nothing attributable to him.
Bobby, if there was anything relevant, I'd let you know.
And if anything turns up, same thing.
Trust me. Colin's a friend of mine.
I wanna catch the guy who did this as much as you,
no matter who it is.
All right, then.
So is there any part of you that thinks he could have done this?
Well, you know me...
no one's above suspicion and the world's a cesspool.
We all suck. What a lovely sentiment.
Could he have done it? Yes. Do I like him for it? No.
It'd be completely out of character.
Oay, okay... but if it's all the same to you,
I'd like to hold on to him for a while.
Just give me a call when you're done.
I don't want him to leave without an escort.
Okay, no problem. I'll be at the hospital.
Thanks. Where is she.
Ingrid? Hi.
I'm Mary Shannon. I'm a friend of Colin's.
Any word on how he's doing?
He's still in surgery. He's lost a lot of blood.
I know, but Colin's tough.
He's really tough.
Wait, are you... Mary... 40th birthday Mary?
Oh, I, um... it was...
I see why he wouldn't shut up about it.
That's sweet, but he told me you guys joked about that.
Well, it wasn't a joke. Oh, and it wasn't very sweet.
Oh, God, it's ridiculous,
the things we bother ourselves with.
And fight about, you know?
Then all of a sudden, just like that,
you know, none of it matters anymore.
Oh, it's just so stupid!
Hey.
'Scuse me just a minute.
Just a sec.
Yeah.
Yeah, we just picked up Nathan Grady.
Sloppy drunk over a video poker game at the isleta casino.
Okay, thanks.
Oh, you can pick up your boy whenever you want.
Yeah. I'll be there in a little while.
Just so you know...
uh... I understand your wanting
to keep our relationship out of the workplace.
I do too.
But I don't think that means we can't speak to each other.
We don't have a relationship.
We had a night together.
A very... nice night, but not a relationship.
A relationship is something you build over years,
and I... I can't do that right now.
I'm sorry.
Hi.
I'm looking for Jinx Shannon.
I have something for her.
What kind of something?
Are you a process server?
I don't really know what that is,
so I'm pretty sure I'm not.
I have a letter addressed to Jinx Shannon,
and I have to hand it to her personally.
I'm Jinx Shannon.
Then this is for you.
"Dear Ginger, I'm so sorry...
I've taken all these years to write.
There was good reason."
What is this, a joke?
Who are you? It's not a joke.
James was in an accident,
and I took that from his jacket pocket at the hospital.
He's my father.
You...
oh...
Hey, Dennis, come on, let's go.
Thank God, Mary. Thank God you're here.
It's Nathan. They think he did this thing.
Someone has to help him. He needs an advocate.
It's not really my problem. Now, come on.
I'm not leaving here, Mary.
They've already decided he's guilty.
It's a rush to judgment! Shh!
Thank you, thank you for your cooperation, Dennis.
We will call you when we need you.
Bob, please. Bob?
We're pals now.
Please make him go away.
Okay, look... Dennis, if Nathan's really innocent,
he has nothing to worry about.
Detective Dershowitz is very good at his job.
Be still, my heart.
Soak it up while you can, my man.
Mary, someone has to be here to look out for him,
to protect his rights.
All right, all right, all right.
Look, if I promise to stay
and make sure his rights are protected,
will you go home?
Yes. Okay.
Thank you. Thank you, Mary.
And thank you, Bob.
I will definitely bring you that shea butter.
Fantastic.
Hey, is that from the store? Is my paycheck...
No, no, no, that's evidence! What are you doing?
But I see my check right there on top!
Hey, hey! My rent is due!
I don't give a damn. Marshall.
Got him. Come on, time to go.
How difficult can it... that is absurd.
He's fun, right?
"I'm so sorry it's taken me all these years to write,
But it was for good reason.
I worried that if you heard from me,
it would keep you from moving on with your life.
Maybe that was selfish.
Maybe I was the one who couldn't move on
without severing all contact.
I want you to know I'm okay.
I think of you often,
and I wish all the best
for you and the girls.
Kiss Mary and Brandi for me."
Oh, isn't that lovely?
By what... unlucky spin of the wheel
did you come to be James's misbegotten?
I'm sorry, I... Illegitimate.
Conceived out of wedlock.
The bastard child
of the biggest bastard that ever lived!
My mother and my father were married in 1983...
No, they weren't!
Because he was still married to me!
He is still married to me!
So now you can add bigamist
to your father's illustrious resume.
This was a huge mistake.
Wait.
What is wrong with you?
Okay, whatever happened is not her fault.
She did not ask for any of this.
Now, you apologize.
I'm sorry.
Please forgive me. That's okay.
I sort of guessed that might be your response.
That's why I waited so long to come here.
What do you mean?
The letter was dated almost a year ago.
Well, I just didn't know what to do with it.
After the accident, dad had significant memory loss.
He had to get a lot of rehab, physical therapy.
And when he finally got himself pretty much back to normal,
I mentioned that i'd mailed the letter in his pocket.
I wanted to see how he'd react.
I tried to make it sound as casual as possible,
like it was just some routine piece of mail
that I hadn't read.
But I am a terrible liar.
And I'm sure he could tell.
And after that, everything changed.
We instantly went from having this amazing relationship
to this really uncomfortable pretense
that we had this amazing relationship.
Well, it seems like everyone but me
has had this amazing relationship with dad.
I'm sorry.
What made you decide to come here now?
Well, I wasn't going to.
I decided I should just forget about the letter.
Whatever happened in my dad's past...
it didn't matter.
He was still the same person I'd always known.
I just wanted everything to go back to normal.
And then...
what?
What did... did he die?
No.
I mean... God, I don't know.
He just... disappeared.
No alibi. History of violent behavior.
I'd be looking for a way to make myself useful if I were you.
I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
I skipped out on a few hours at work, that's it.
Mm. But first, you stole the store's bank deposit pouch
containing credit card receipts, checks,
plus... $345 in cash.
We found that in the back of the van.
I... I didn't steal anything.
Colin gave it to me to deposit after I made my deliveries.
Ah. So... how come the cash is missing?
'Cause I got drunk and...
blew the store's money on video poker.
You often... skip out on company time
to drink and gamble?
Not for a long time.
But I had a delivery to make out by that stupid casino.
How normal is it for you to make deliveries
30 miles outta town? Pretty rare.
I guess. But... you know,
it was a big arrangement, over $100.
Colin must have thought it was worth it.
Uh... no. Yeah, yeah, I know, I know.
I'm in your chair, I'm at your desk,
I'm working your damn case.
So check this out.
Colin's cost on a $100 flower arrangement
is roughly 50 bucks.
So I tracked the actual round trip distance
from the store to this address.
Estimated miles per gallon on that truck... seven.
Plus approximately two hours of Nathan's time.
If those numbers are even close to right,
Colin's lucky to break even on the delivery out to Isleta.
Hello? Hello. Is this, um, Susan Cauce?
Cauce. Yes. Hi. My name's Mary.
I'm calling about the flowers
you had delivered from people's flowers this morning.
Do you know if Miss Wayburn got those okay?
I think you've got me confused with somebody else.
I got flowers from you,
I don't know, a couple of weeks ago,
but not this morning,
and I don't know a Miss Wayburn.
Okay, I'm sorry. My mistake.
Thanks for your business. Bye bye.
The order was fake.
Someone sent Nathan out on a bogus delivery.
Or Nathan stabbed Colin and made a fake delivery order
to make it look like he was somewhere else.
Now, get out of my damn chair.
Maybe. But if someone other than Nathan
called in that order, there's a real good chance
the guy you've got isn't the guy you want.
And by the way, you're welcome.
Tell us about your family.
Brother? Sisters?
What about your mother? What's she like?
Translation: is she prettier than me?
Oh, stop it. I was curious, that's all.
I mean, I think it's pretty normal,
given the circumstances.
I have a brother and a sister.
And yes, my mom is very pretty.
Mm.
But so are you. Oh.
I'm sorry. Um...
my father obviously didn't want you to know where he was,
and my mother and my brother and my sister
don't know anything about you.
So I think for the time being, I should limit what I say.
I hope you understand.
Course.
So...
my father was...
is... married to you.
Mm-hmm.
And he just... walked out?
Pretty much. I'm sorry.
It's just that's so far from the man that I know.
The man who raised me. How can he just walk away?
Well, it's not like he had many choices.
Lauren, would you, um, excuse us for a moment?
I mean... obviously,
James didn't want you to know about us either.
I hope you understand.
Of course.
Good. Thanks. Come on.
What?
I don't know what her angle is.
Obviously, she didn't know
that her father had another family.
Which means... she probably doesn't know
that James is a fugitive bank robber either.
We have to find out what she knows
before we start volunteering what we know.
Yeah. Yeah, maybe we should call Mary.
No, we can't tell Mary.
Why? Do you wanna keep this from her?
For the time being, yes. It's for her own good.
James is still a fugitive.
If Mary knows about Lauren,
she's obligated to tell the FBI.
Oh, and we're not?
I'd say that's a gray area.
Just promise me you will not tell her anything.
All right, fine. I won't say anything for now.
Go. Go, go, go.
Go, go.
Hi.
Psst.
Oh, yeah. I see what you mean.
They can barely keep their hands off each other.
You should have been here earlier.
Why? Was your imagination running even more wild?
Mock if you must. I know what I saw.
Uh-huh.
So... let me ask you something.
Is there any way you see Dennis stabbing Colin?
I have to say,
of all the witnesses we've had come through here,
including the children,
he's the last person I could imagine doing that.
Really? How many of the children
Who've come through here have been in prison
and peripherally associated with two stabbings?
Okay, so he just inched ahead of the children.
Good night. Good night.
Leaving so early? What, hot date?
Benjamin to your Mrs. Robinson,
yearning to be schooled in the ways of love?
Ha. Don't I wish.
Unfortunately, just me and the tivo tonight.
Excellent. Then you can help me with some research.
How did I not see that coming?
I don't know, you're usually much sharper than that.
It's almost as if you've got something on your mind.
Anyway, I need to know everything there is to know
about Dennis Sampson going back to childhood.
Most of that stuff's already in his file.
What specifically are you looking for?
I'm not exactly sure,
but see if he was in proximity to any unsolved violent crimes
before he went to prison,
stuff his name doesn't come up in association with.
Hmm. Interesting.
If he grew up in Claude, Texas, shouldn't be too hard.
New York, on the other hand,
I will need six months and five assistants.
Do what you can. Thanks.
I'm gonna run out and change my clothes
and then go check on Ingrid.
What's that?
It's Colin's blood. I just noticed it.
I guess I've been walking around with it all day.
All right. Call me if you need anything.
Yeah, thanks.
When does Mary get home?
I wanna meet her.
Probably... pretty soon.
You know...
I've been thinking.
You probably should hold off
on talking to Mary about her father.
Mary's not the most... stable person on the planet.
Were you expecting anyone?
Not me.
Must be the day for surprise visitors.
Uh, yeah, come on in.
Chico! Hi.
Hi. Hi. Hey, chico.
It's actually Rafael.
But at this point, I don't care.
Oh. Okay. I'm Lauren.
Pleased to meet you, Lauren.
So... Mary's not home yet?
Not yet.
You mind if put her laundry in her room?
What, you do her laundry?
I have to. Or it just piles up.
Oh.
Oh. I know what you're thinking
because I used to think the same thing, too,
every time I saw his ass, but forget it.
He's Mary's boyfriend, and she carries two guns.
Oh, I don't care about this ass.
I want him to wash my clothes.
Hey. Hi.
Hi. Who are you?
Oh, Mary, this is, um, Lauren.
She's visiting from out of town.
She's the daughter of a friend of my cousin Chris.
Yeah, I'm just passing through.
My mom thought I should stop by and say hi,
so... hi.
It's really nice to meet you. Yeah, you too.
Wow. You have big hands. So do you.
Yeah, I know. I can palm a basketball.
Me too. Really? Right on.
Anyway, nice to meet you,
and say hi to my mom's... cousin chris.
Anyway, never mind.
Wow.
That was a trip.
It's funny, you know...
those crackers here...
Oh... hey.
Hi. Oh, hey.
How's he doing?
Ah, he's about the same.
Hey, Dennis, this is Mary. She's a friend of Colin's.
Oh, I know Mary.
She's the one that got me the job at the shop.
If it weren't for her,
I never would have met Colin.
Yeah. Well...
I'm gonna let you two ladies talk.
Good night, Ingrid.
Uh, call me if you need anything.
I will. Okay.
Night, Mary. Thanks for helping out today.
Really.
Yeah. No problem.
Oof... he's sweet,
but, man, it doesn't take much to get your fill.
I know. Sorry.
I'll see if I can keep him away.
Oh, nah, it's okay. I mean, he means well, right?
Right.
Here it is, the life and times of Dennis Sampson,
otherwise known as the dullest file in the history of Witsec.
And who knows more about dull than you?
Could we skip the spirited barbs today?
I just... don't have it in me.
Sure. Thanks for doing this. You're welcome.
Oh, and there was a student in his high school
murdered by another student... over a girl.
Any connection between Dennis and the victim?
No, but Dennis and the perpetrator
were on the debate team together.
Really?
"Victim, Ron King, age 16."
The assailant's name was Kevin Delaney.
He died in prison.
So in high school, a kid he has no beef with
gets knifed by someone he's friends with.
Same thing in prison.
A guy he has no beef with
gets it in the back by someone he's friends with.
And in the flower shop...
a guy he has no beef with
gets knifed by someone he's friends with.
A pattern begins to emerge.
Seems the enemies of his enemies
meet with untimely death and his friends go to prison.
Can you increase the security detail on Dennis?
Tell them not to engage.
I wanna know where he is every second.
Copy that.
Hey, Bobby, I'm gonna need to talk to Nathan Grady.
What about him?
Were you friends?
Did you... talk about stuff?
Well, it's not like we ever... hung out or anything.
When he first started at the store,
we used to talk a lot.
But after a while, it got weird.
In what way?
Like... too much.
I mean, I barely know the guy,
and all of a sudden he's...
wormed his way into my life.
Being around him started to feel like
having a plastic bag over my head.
Did you tell him that? More or less.
Said I was too stupid to appreciate
the value of true friendship.
At which point, I got pissed off.
And he shut up.
Where's Dennis right now?
Great. Thanks. Don't let him out of your sight.
He's with Ingrid at the hospital.
Excuse me, we're looking for Colin Berenson.
He's been moved to room 312. Ah, thanks.
But if you're looking for Mrs. Berenson,
she said she was going down to the cafeteria.
Okay, thanks.
Hey. Mind if I join you?
Oh. Oh, sure. Pull up a spoon.
Thanks. Think I'll pass.
Whenever we go out,
Colin always thinks my food looks better than his,
so I always get an extra spoon.
Force of habit. That's nice.
One of those couples things.
You're not married, are you?
No.
So... where's Dennis?
Oh... I told him I just wanted to be alone for a while.
How'd that go over? Not good.
He got really upset
and said I didn't deserve a friend like him
and that, uh, I should go home and think about that.
Ingrid, I'm... I'm sorry.
Why? You didn't do anything.
I brought Dennis into your lives, and I think...
What? You think Dennis stabbed Colin?
No.
Dennis didn't stab Colin.
Colin's the only one who could stand being around him.
Sorry, Colin.
I screwed up...
again.
I don't know why. I just... can't help myself.
He says Dennis is no different
than the rest of his misfits.
He just needs someone to help him get along in this world.
Poor guy.
Excuse me. Yeah, sure.
Yeah, what's up?
Hey, I tracked down the customer
on the receiving end of that delivery, Mrs. Wayburn.
Turns out, the order was real.
The flowers were for her sick mother.
So who sent 'em? Colin Berenson.
Any idea what that's about? I might.
Let me call you back.
I guess I just don't...
realize what I'm doing.
And then when people tell me to back off,
I... I just get...
so...
angry.
Pay the bills at your house?
Oh. Yeah, you think I'd leave the finances up to Colin?
He's a wonderful guy,
but money management is not his strong suit.
What about the business?
Do you pay all the bills there too?
Oh, God, yes.
Did you do the payroll yesterday?
I saw the payroll envelopes.
You were at the store yesterday.
Ingrid...
I just hope you can forgive me.
Frgive you for what?
What? I...
Nothing. I was having a private conversation.
Step away from the bed.
Colin's forgiveness?
F... for speaking harshly to Ingrid.
F... for not considering
how she might be feeling,
what she might be going through.
For just... for being me,
the same stupid and...
annoying person that...
drives everyone away.
Sit down, Dennis.
Do you wanna tell me what happened?
I was going through the morning orders,
and I found a delivery going out to some woman
in Isleta.
When I told Colin we were losing money on the deal
and I was calling Nathan to cancel it,
he confessed that they were really from him.
He used another customer's name
so that I wouldn't know.
Yeah. We checked it out.
The flowers were actually going
to the Isleta woman's sick mother.
Wow. That's what he said.
I didn't believe him.
He said if I was gonna accuse him
of doing things he didn't do, that he might as well do them.
So I told him...
if I ever caught him cheating,
I would cut his balls off.
So he handed me a knife off the cutting table,
and he got all up in my face and he dared me to do it.
And I was so...
mad.
I just stuck him.
I wasn't trying to kill him.
I didn't even think the knife was that big.
I just...I just wanted him to take me seriously.
What happened next?
I left.
I didn't think I hurt him that bad.
He was standing up, yelling at me.
¶ headlights are flashing on the highway... ¶
I would make such a good friend...
but the harder I try to make them like me,
the more they... push me away.
Believe me, I know...
how hard it is not to
chase after the things you want the most.
But I learned when I was a kid
if your dog runs away, don't chase after him.
Run away from him, and he'll start chasing you.
And that works with people?
I...
¶ everywhere the water's getting rough ¶
You know when he wakes up,
you might actually have to deliver on that three-way.
I was just thinking that.
I don't suppose you...
No.
¶ but if you break down ¶
¶ I'll drive out and find you ¶
¶ if you forget my love ¶
¶ I'll try to remind you ¶
I just want you to know...
however you wanna play it is fine with me.
We can be friends. We can be whatever you need.
What if I don't know what I need?
Then you know where to find me when you figure it out.
It's just...
Just what?
It's just that ever since John died,
I wake up every morning,
expecting him to be there next to me,
and there's always this moment, just a second,
that it takes for me to figure out why he's not there,
and it just hurts.
And I start every day with this pain.
¶ year after year, what we do is undone ¶
¶ time gets moving from a crawl to a run... ¶
I'm so sorry.
This, um, morning I was in the bathroom,
just brushing my teeth, and...
I realized I'd gotten out of bed
without even thinking about him.
He was such a good, good person...
I don't wanna wake up and not miss him.
Eleanor, I...
You're so sweet and kind,
and you shouldn't have to go through this.
Neither should you.
¶ if you forget my love ¶
¶ I'll try to remind you ¶
¶ and stay by you ¶
¶ but it don't come easy ¶
Hey.
Jesus.
Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you.
No, that's okay. I...
I just didn't know you were still here.
I hope you don't mind.
Your mom said it would be okay if I hung for a while
and got some writing done.
That's cool. What kind of writing?
Fiction. Prose.
Poetry. Whatever...
the moment provides.
I haven't made a dime off of any of it,
but I am starting a novel
that I think could actually not suck.
At least, I hope it won't.
Well, I think it's, uh... time for me to hit the road.
Will you tell Jinx and Brandi that I said bye?
Yeah, sure. Thanks.
And thanks for letting me crash on your couch.
No problem.
Have we met before?
Uh, not that I'm aware of.
Why, do I look familiar?
Maybe. Sort of.
You're not in some kinda trouble, are you?
I don't think so.
Why, are you?
No. I don't think so.
All righty, then. Well...
it was great meeting you.
>> You too.
¶ if you forget my love ¶
¶ try to remind you ¶
¶ stay by you ¶
[Door closes]
¶ when it don't come easy ¶
All righty, then.
¶ when it don't come easy ¶
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