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He's gone, Emma.

Gone?

A boy shot him

Back by Miller's Bend

On Sunday.

Oh My Lord.

- Why would--

- There wasn't any sense to it.

Just meanness.

( creaking )

( car engine starts )

( tires squeal )

Sam:
You know, Ave, last time

we talked it got me thinking.

I know how much that dog

meant to you,

especially after what happened

with Mary and the boys.

Will they prosecute?

All I could get out of them

was a "we'll see."

Which I guess is better

than a "no way."

I'll be over as soon as

I check with Emma.

Fine.

I found out a few things

about McCormack.

- Uh-huh.

- Yeah, he made his money in trucking

just like his daddy.

He had some run-ins with

the law when he was younger.

There was some talk

about government payoffs.

Oh, married a beauty queen.

You see her out there?

Sure did.

Yeah, he married

pretty well,

But I'm not sure he

treats her that good.

Anyway, all in all,

there's plenty of money

and political clout there.

But underneath, McCormack

is nothing but a redneck

one generation removed.

Oh, I also think

I've found out

who your third boy is.

Word is Danny

and Harold hang out

with a kid

named Pete Doust.

Man:

Don't move sh*t around.

With your sewing crap

in the way

I can't find

the remote control.

Woman:

Hey, open the door.

Mr. Doust?

- I'm Avery Ludlow.

- I know who you are, sir.

I guess you talked

to Mr. McCormack then.

Mr. McCormack don't talk to

no out-of-work carpenter.

His boy called my boy.

And?

And what?

Oh, Mr. Ludlow...

Petey says they drove

out to Jenny Lind,

They hung out there,

even bought

a couple CDs there.

Goddamn expensive

couple CDs.

Didn't say nothing

about no shotgun

or no old dog.

Maybe they did drive to

Jenny Lind before or after,

but at about 4:
00

in the afternoon

they were

at Miller's Bend.

And when they didn't get

the money they wanted from me

Danny McCormack

shot my dog.

And your son stood there

with him

laughing about it.

- Look--

- No, hey, Mr. Lud-- Ludlow.

I heard every word of this

and I want to know

just what you think you're

doing coming out here like this?

I mean, if you have a

complaint with the McCormacks

why don't you just

take it up with them?

You heard that your boy was

party to attempted robbery?

That he thought it was funny

that his friend

shot my animal?

He didn't shoot your dog.

He was there.

He saw the boy who did.

I want him to say that.

Maybe he's sorry.

You ever think of that?

How can he be sorry

if he denies it happened?

You're right.

It wasn't your boy

who fired the weapon.

And I'd be willing

to forgive him

if he'd only show

some nerve and decency

and own up

to his part in it

and tell the Sheriff

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