Cold in July

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Richard. Richard.

- Yeah?

- I think I heard something.

Stay here.

- Richard?

- God...

Ah!

- Damn it.

- How you feeling, son?

Peachy, aside from almost

shitting myself.

Yeah, must have been

a scary thing

for a man like you.

A civilian, I mean.

His name was, uh,

Freddy Russel.

- You know him?

I know shit

when I step in it.

I'm gonna have to ask you

to come down to the station,

make out a formal statement,

okay?

- Okay-

- Now what?

- It'll go to the grand jury.

They'll look over

your statement,

your wife's, mine,

and they'll nobill you.

- What about the courts?

- It'll never get that far.

It was self-defense.

- He was unarmed.

- Well, you didn't know that.

It's called "fear of life."

Uh, legally,

he might as well have been

pointing a gun at you.

Look...

He's a wanted felon.

You're an upstanding citizen

without a record.

Sometimes the good guy wins.

- Hmm.

We're gonna have to keep that

awhile, okay?

- Belonged to my dad.

- He was a good man.

He'd have been proud.

Of what?

My finger slipped.

- You Okay?

- Uh-uh.

As I prepare

To lay down

Here alone, dear

I can't help

But to keep wishing

That you were here

I done you wrong

But now you are gone

What can I do now'?

Don't make me live

The rest of my life

Forgetting you now

It's too bad

I didn't realize

Until you were gone

Just what it meant

To have a love like you

For my own

But now that you've gone

I know I can't go on

Living here without you now

Don't make me live

The rest of my life

Forgetting you now

Oh, now

Come on, bud.

Let's go back to bed.

It will be so hard,

I know

But listen, baby

- Jordan, son, stop jiggling.

Now, you can't take that

to school with you.

- Why?

- Just because.

- Because why?

Because I'm your father

and I said so.

- Bang!

- Hey.

- You dead!

- Don't you say that to me.

I don't want to snap at you,

son,

but I don't like that game.

Come on.

Let's go.

- Dane's Frames.

For you, Mr. Dane.

Morning.

- Morning.

Hello?

- It's me.

- Just a minute.

Richard...

it's all over the school.

The students keep asking me

about it.

Shit.

Maybe you should go home.

- I can't.

I have to talk

with the police later.

- What the hell for?

Uh...

I don't know.

They-they want a statement

from me.

- How are you feeling?

- Fine.

I'll see you later tonight',

okay?

- Oh, man.

That air conditioner

feels good.

Whew.

I hear you got you one

last night.

Back at the paper, they told me.

I couldn't believe it was you

at first.

I didn't think

you had it in you.

- Hey, take it easy, Jack.

It's not something I'm proud of.

Well, it's nothing

to be ashamed of.

Some son of a bitch

breaks into my house,

he better be ready to pick

his teeth out of his ass.

Shoot, man, if it was me-

- It wasn't you.

It was me.

Now, Jack, if you got mail,

leave it.

Otherwise, I'm busy.

- Here you go, y'all.

Y'all need anything else

right now'?

When that world

Has walked on me

- Uh, beer.

- Little early, isn't it?

- Not today.

If there's not

Enough money

Well, she smiles

That's all right

- Right this way.

Tells me that's

What your woman

Is for:

- Howdy, Rich.

How you feeling?

Like a bucket of shit.

- Shake it off.

- So what happens now'?

- We bury the son of a bitch.

Only me

- When?

- Tomorrow,

noon, Greenley's Cemetery,

courtesy of the county.

- He got any family?

- He got a daddy

in Huntsville Prison.

He just got paroled.

Shit don't fall

far from the tree.

She tells me that's...

And I can get these

installed today?

- Mm.

- Ted.

- Hey, Rich.

We'll be out of your hair

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