The Grief Tourist Page #3

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whiskey down with fries?

Jim:
I was in the bookstore

up the street and I saw this.

I never heard of him.

I figured I'm here,

I might as well...

Seems interesting.

Oh, yeah. He was

interesting all right.

You know, we get a lot of

people coming through here,

going to the places where

he killed people.

And also, the teenagers

like to go to that shack,

where he killed himself.

(Chuckling)

You know,

I don't get it why people

like to go to those places.

I mean, what kind of

sick thrill

do they get by doing that,

you know?

I don't know about

those things.

No.

I do know that people like

to go to ground zero.

Yeah, I know. I think

that's really sick too.

Hey, you should come back

for breakfast,

'cause it's much better

than our dinners. Okay?

I'm going to go get

your sundae.

Waitress:

Okay...

Woman:
Call me when you get

to walnut and erbes, all right?

No, no.

Walnut and erbes.

..."e-r...

...b-e-s. "

Yeah.

No. "E-r-b-e-s. "

Go in, baby.

I'll be right there.

Hold on.

Go in. I'll be right there.

Just let me finish this.

That's my door.

Oh. This is

yours?

I thought you were

someone else.

Well, sorry.

All right. Call me

when you get there, papi

and then I'll give you

my address. Later.

You section eight?

Excuse me?

Are you section eight

housing

or are you, like,

visiting?

Uh, visiting.

Oh, okay.

Later.

Jim:

Whores...

(Sighing)

This place is teaming

with them.

(Music playing on radio,

TV audio muted)

I love these preachers.

(Chuckling)

Carl's father was one

of these born agains.

Tomorrow I go to the ranch,

to see where this man of God

tortured his son.

The spot where Carl killed

for the first time.

His most intimate place...

Tomorrow, the tables turn...

(Laughing and chattering

in opposite room)

...and I haunt you, Carl.

(Laughing)

Jim:
"It was at the modest

family home in hatticomb,

where Carl's father would tie

him to a bed

and beat him viciously

with a razor strap,

sometimes burning his genitals

with lit candles

and cigars as punishment for

minor behavioural offences.

Marznap began his

murderous spree

at the family home, on a warm

September night in 1932.

At the age of fourteen,

he would bludgeon

his parents to death with a

hammer while they slept.

He doused the bodies

with gasoline

and set the structure ablaze.

He called the night he

murdered his parents,

'the most thrilling event

in his life. '

he had been so excited by the

sight of his parents burning

that he... ejaculated for the

first time. "

Carl, Carl, Carl...

(Camera clicking)

You had no remorse for

what you did, did you Carl?

(Chuckling)

Of course you didn't.

You used to say you didn't even

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