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her a little too seriously.

You sure get

bored quick.

No. Can tell I'm not going

to get laid anytime soon

in this Floridian

sh*t pit, so...

Listen...

Hey, Kathy, it's me.

Hillary tells her

that the knife

Yardley.

and the bloodied shirt

that the deputies claim

to have found in his house

somehow got lost

before the trial.

Yeah, I miss you, too.

What?

Hello, Kathy.

(Anita) Miss Bless wanted

to look at the prison.

Jack's first assignment

was to take her there.

I bet he knows

I'm here.

See, people who fall

in love outside...

of a normal relationship,

they have these powers...

telepathic powers.

Hillary and I have that

kind of connection, you dig?

??????

[music from radio]

[bell ringing]

Now why ain't you

in college?

Huh?

Uh, I was a swimmer

when I was in school.

No kidding?

Yeah.

I was a swimmer.

You were?

uh-huh. I'd swim

like a mermaid

if it wasn't

for my damn curly hair.

I think straight hair

gives me class.

All right.

Good.

??????

So?

Well, we was drunk one night, and, uh...

I just...

I lost my temper

and just...

well, I emptied the pool.

At your college?

The university

of Florida.

They called that vandalism,

I guess.

It's actually not as easy

to do as it sounds.

So you lose

your temper often?

Mm.

This place is full of boys

just like you

who lost their temper

one day.

I'm getting horny

being this close to him.

[deep sigh]

Oh, baby.

[sucks in air]

I bet he's horny

for me all the time.

Yeah.

Mmm.

Oh, I can feel him.

Can I help you folks?

Oh, no.

Yes, Officer.

Uh... hm.

We just wanted to sit in your

parking lot for a little while.

What for?

His daddy's in there and we

wanted to send him good vibrations.

Some good what?

Oh, these special things

called good vibrations.

[chuckles]

Sorry, ma'am.

Y'all can't park here.

Oh.

Yes, Officer.

[engine starts]

(Anita, off) The story that

Hillary told the deputies

was never investigated.

He simply told it once

from the witness stand

and was never asked

to elaborate,

not even

by his own lawyers.

[indistinct]

Good to see you again,

Ward. Nice to see you.

Sir, this is my writing

partner, Mr. Yardley Acheman.

[clock ticking loudly]

Of course.

I suppose

the best place to start

would be

the beginning.

I was born

in this county.

1897, to poor

but proud parents.

(Yardley) Mr. Pine,

could we skip 65 years,

save everyone some time?

Hillary V an Wetter, 1965?

Oh, I can't agree to talk

to you about that matter.

Not without

my client's permission.

He's entitled to his privacy,

just like anybody else.

You have his permission.

He wrote you.

I'll have to check

that out.

I'm sure the letters would

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