Frailty

-What's that ambulance doing there?

-I don't know. I'll check it out.

-Evening, sir.

-How's it going, Griff?

I can't complain... and won't.

Is that him?

Yep. Might just be some crackpot but

I figured I should call you anyway.

Did he ask for me by name?

Nope, asked for the agent

in charge of

the "God's Hand" case. Said he had

some important info on it.

-Didn't say what?

-Nope. Said he'd only talk to you.

You the agent in charge of

the "God's Hand" case?

That's right.

Wesley Doyle.

That a picture

of you and your mother, huh?

I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't

take things off my desk.

Sorry about that.

Guess I've been in here a while.

Already had a look at all

your plaques and your citations.

Didn't really care

to have a look at those.

What can I do for you, Mr...?

Meiks.

My name's Fenton Meiks.

Now listen, this may sound

a little bit crazy but...

I know who

the "God's Hand" killer is.

All right, I'll bite.

Who?

You haven't even heard me out yet

and already you doubt me.

Why is that?

Because in a case like this

nobody just walks in the office

and tells you who the killer is.

It doesn't happen that way.

-Sometimes truth defies reason.

-Yeah?

So who is it then?

My brother.

What makes you think that?

I got a call from him...

last night.

Hello?

-Hello?

-Demons are taking over the world.

Adam?

I can't destroy them all.

-I can't take it anymore!

-Now, let's talk about this, Adam.

But there's nothing to talk about!

It's over...

whatever happens,

you have to take me to the rose

garden. You promised, remember?

-Now, that's just till...

-Remember?.

You promised!

Meat?

That's where all this took place.

It's about 200 miles west of here,

just north of Abilene.

Why did you go to Thurman?

To bury Adam,

in the rose garden.

Why would you do that?

I promised him I would.

A long time ago.

That's a pretty

wild story, Mr. Meiks.

I don't see what, if anything,

this has got to do with my case.

Adam is the "God's Hand" killer,

Agent Doyle.

He's the one you're looking for.

Did he tell you that before

he asked you to take him to Thurman?

If that's the case,

you left that part out.

I haven't finished yet.

-Oh, there's more?

-A lot more.

Excuse me a minute.

Meat Sheriff's office.

Can I talk to a sheriff, please?

This is Agent Doyle of the FBI.

He's not in right now.

May I help you?

Well, I've got a man here

in my office, name of Fenton Meiks.

Fenton Meiks?

What's he doing there?

-You know him?

-He caused a ruckus here earlier.

He stole an ambulance

and his brother's body too.

Did my story check out?

Yeah, it did.

So am I under arrest now?

You damn sure should be.

The sheriff's willing to forget it

if you bring that ambulance back.

Nobody wants to press any charges.

-Well you gotta love small towns.

-Why would you go to all that

trouble just to walk in here

and confess it to me?

I'm here because I can't live

with what I know anymore.

What exactly do you know?

That is your mother, isn't it?

-Yeah, it is.

-I knew it.

You got the same eyes.

Why don't we

get back to your story?

What makes you think

that your brother's

the "God's Hand" killer?

I know it was him.

How do you know?

It started back in Thurman.

It was near

the summer of 1979.

I got the joy, joy, joy, joy

down in my heart.

You're supposed to say, "Where?"

I don't want

to sing that dumb song.

You don't have to sing.

Just say "Where?"

All right. Where?

Not now. I'll point

to you when it's time.

I got the joy, joy, joy, joy

down in my heart.

-Where?

-Down in my heart.

-Where?

-Down in my heart.

I got the joy, joy, joy, joy

down in my heart.

And if the devil doesn't

like it, he can sit on a tack.

-Ouch!

-Sit on a tack.

-Ouch!

-Sit on a tack.

And if the devil doesn't like it,

he can sit on a tack today.

-Who was that chick that threw up?

-Katie Hagen. She's sure pretty.

-It was real messy though.

-Oh, yeah.

All over the floor!

And when the principal fell...

I got the joy, joy, joy, joy...

We lived right behind

the Thurman Public Rose Garden

in the house where they used to keep

the gardeners back in the fifties.

Dad had gotten a good deal on it

back when he and Mom got married.

The unexpected incident that

creates those dangerous moments.

The ropes were suddenly

off the alligator.

Adam was 3 years

younger than me.

Our Mom died

giving birth to him, so

I basically took care

of him ever since I can remember.

Our Dad worked as a mechanic

over in Jupiter.

He usually got home around 5.30

and we'd all have dinner together.

-Hey, kiddos.

-Hey, Dad.

Something sure smells good.

-How was your day?

-It was all right.

Let's eat.

-Whoa, Tiger. Save some for us.

-I sure love peas.

You must. You better be careful,

though. You might turn into one.

-How did you do on that math test?

-I barely passed.

Well, I was never

any good at math either.

Shoot, I still can't do

anything without a calculator.

Yeah, but there's going

to be another test next week.

-And that one's going to be harder.

-Hey, don't sound so glum.

Tell you what,

we'll sit down this weekend

and we'll see if we can't figure out

that junk together, okay?

All right.

Hey, Fenton. Can we go see

"Meatballs" after school tomorrow?

-We've already seen it.

-I want to see it again.

Nah, we're gonna go

see "The Warriors."

-Can't. It's rated R.

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