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Artificial birds.

They make me feel less lonely.

And... I don't know,

I think they protect me.

Careful. Squeaky

might rip them apart.

And anyway, I don't like them.

- Mrs Collins?

- I do.

Well, Katie, then that's

settled, isn't it?

- I'm gonna miss the bus.

- Katie!

Don't you need this to

further your education?

Are you going to be

here all the time?

Well, for now, just days.

But it sort of depends

on you, doesn't it?

- Wait up!

- Wait up, Anthony!

- Come on!

- Hey, wait up!

Come on, Tommy!

Hey, wait up, Jimmy!

What are you bugging me for?

Ah. Ahem. Well, I...

I... I just, uh...

I wanted to talk to you, Katie.

I thought maybe, if you wouldn't mind,

I'd like to ask you a question.

Yeah. Isn't there something

that you'd like to say to me

that you haven't said before?

- Yeah.

- Eh? What's that?

Go f*** yourself.

Now, wait a minute here.

Now, that's... that's no way

for us to get started, is it?

Hey, look at me.

Now, listen, I could...

I could wait in the car, you know,

until you finish class, is that what you want?

I don't like you.

You're a child molester.

I'll bet you do dirty

things to children.

You know, I'm worried about you.

Jesus! Everybody's worried about me.

Susan, my Momma, Grandmomma...

They ought to go worry

about themselves.

Warthog, worrywart. Go and worry

about some perverts like you!

I'm smarter than all of you.

Maybe you are. Maybe you are.

But let me tell you what. Let me

ask you just one last question,

and then I promise I won't...

I won't ask you anything else.

What happened to the gift your

aunt gave you for your birthday?

You better write it down.

- Right up your ass.

- Katie! Katie! Katie!

Katie!

Pat, hi.

I have a report on the gun.

A real doozy. No prints

other than the kid's.

No manufacturer's mark

and no serial number.

- Filed off, huh?

- Never on.

Tests showed negative.

Even the shell casings

are anonymous. Figure that out.

Listen to this.

"It is impossible to ascertain

"from examination of the wrapping

paper and accompanying gold seals

"whether the package was

opened and resealed

"before the child in

question received..."

That's sh*t.

You know, we need a

magician on this case.

I want to know how that gun got in that

box and I want to know who put it there.

Well, that rules out the kid.

Where would an eight-year-old

kid get a gun?

And the mother swears that

gun was never in the house.

OK. What about the bird the

aunt said she put in the box?

The shooting was an accident.

I mean, it's gotta be some

kind of wild damn accident.

Yeah. But the gun in the box,

that's a... that's another matter.

Look, Jake, I got a hunch

that we can dig all we want,

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