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Here's my theory. Twombley, unaware of illegal union loans or whatever, starts nosing around cause of the investigation and finds out. Finds out his soninlaw is involved.
So Mel Gordon wouldn't want a professional hit. That'd make the feds dig deeper. He wants an accident.
A hunting accident is perfect.
Shit, around here, you shoot somebody in the woods, you say it was an accident, you get fined fifty bucks and your hunting license lifted. Jack's probably saying the guy shot himself cause he ain't got his deer yet and don't want his license pulled.
It's too neat. Things ain't that neat. It makes me mad. That somebody can pay to kill somebody, his own fatherinlaw, and not be punished for it. Don't that piss you off?
Not particularly.
Right's right, goddamnit! Don't you care what's right?
I care about what happened. The truth. I'm a student of history, remember?
I was thinking about that story you told me, about Pop and chopping the firewood out of the ice and after.
Yeah.
I hate to disappoint you, but I don't think it happened.
Of course it happened. Why would I lie about it?
It may have happened, but not the way you said.
You think I wouldn't remember a thing like that?
It wasn't me. I wasn't there, but I heard about it. When I heard about it, it was about Elbourne.
We'd have to go digging in Vietnam to ask him.
And Elbourne and Mom took you to the doctor and told him you fell from the hay loft.
Well, I never heard that one.
I remember clearly cause when I heard I became real careful around Pop. I was a careful child and I became a careful adult, but at least I wasn't afflicted by that man's violence.
That's what you think.
Then you accidentally see your body, or your face, or whatever, and you don't know who the hell it belongs to. Strange. It's the business with the old man, I know, and how incredibly pissed I was at him, and also chasing Jack Hewitt like that, and the Goddamned truck going through the ice, not to mention Margie's being so upset one thing on top of another.
Wade, are you alright?
But you gotta hear this. You won't believe it. Mel Gordon had come by to visit LaRiviere and so now I'm in his office.
I know what it means. I'm just running out of ways to use it.
For what?
To help, Jack, of course and to nail those sonsofbitches, the Two Gordons. That's what Alma calls them. Jesus, Rolfe, whose side are you on?
Take care of the little things first, the things that are distracting you from taking care of the big things. Call Chub Merritt, get your car back, call a dentist, for God's sake, and get your tooth pulled, don't trust the locals, get your facts straight and go straight to the state police. Let them work on this.
Rolfe.
A lesson in work and its rewards. You'll thank me for this one day. Sally, turn off that TV!
Just do it.
Attago.
What was that? You got something to say, say it! Say it!
Nothing.
You nogood pup!
Jesus, Pop, how can you stand the cold, dressed like that? Where's Ma?
Sleeping.
You remember Margie Fogg?
From Wickham's. Been a while. Like some coffee?
How you and Ma doing? Haven't seen you in town for a while.
We're alright. Your Ma's sleeping. You want me to get her?
Yeah.
Where's Ma?
She's coming.
Yeah.
I checked on her. She had the electric heater. Cold don't bother her as much as me. Which is why I give her the heater.
Is there something wrong with the phone?
In the living room.
Why didn't you call and have the furnace fixed?
Wade. I thought she was alright. Till this morning she was.
Listen, it's no big deal, Pop.
Come on, smart guy. Tell how it's no big deal. Tell me how a single one of you is worth a single hair on that woman's head.
Pop, for Christ's sake!
You think you can take me now? Come on, try.
You! By Christ, you I know you. Yeah, you goddamn sonofabitch, I know you. You're a goddamn fucking piece of my heart!
You don't know me. You don't know me! So fuck you. Fuck you.
Nahnahnaw! You done done finally done it! Like a man done it. Done it right. I love you, you mean sonofabitch!
Love! What the fuck do you know about love?
Love! I'm made of love!
Call it what you want.
Everything you know is from me.
Yeah.
Bang!
You and me.
Where the Christ you going? You sonofabitch, you leave my fucking truck where it is! I need... Give me the Goddamn keys! I need to get me to town!
Crawl!
Nothing in the fucking house to drink. Not a fucking thing. My house, my money, my truck stolen!
I don't know you. My goddamn father and I don't know you.
Take care, Wade.
You be careful of that little bastard. He's dying to get in your pants, you know.
It don't look right.
What?
The sign. It looks like it's spelled wrong or something.
Fuck. Wade Whitehouse. It's people like you that keep this fucking town from prospering. Whatever somebody does to improve things around here, you gotta find fault with it.
I'm not finding fault. It's a good idea, good for you, good for the town. Real modern too.
This town sucks.
Aw, c'mon, I was only saying there's something wrong with "Home Made Cooking", that's all. The sign's fine. What it says is wrong.
Marg!
That goddamned woman. Thinks she can cart Jill off and leave me alone like this. I'm more than pissed, Margie. I'm a whole lot more than pissed. I been that plenty and I know the difference. This is different.
Marg! You got orders!
You talked to Jack?
Not since last night. He took a guy hunting.
The fucker shot himself. Kerbang! That's what it sounds like. Not on purpose. I assume accidental.
Jack?
The other guy.
Where... how'd you hear that?
CB. Little while ago. One of the boys on the way in picked up Jack on the CB calling for state troopers. I figured you'd know what really happened. The fucking guy kill himself? This Twombley, who the fuck is he, anyhow?
No, I... I've been out on the grader all morning. Twombley's summer people. Massachusetts. Friend of Gordon's. It was his idea for Jack to take him hunting. I gotta go.
Jillie, you want a cheese grilled sandwich?
It's called a grilled cheese sandwich, you dub.
Wade, I got a message for you. Jack Hewitt, he's looking for you. Wants you to clear your stuff out of his office in Town Hall.
His office. You mean my old office.
Well, I guess that's what he said.
He got his deer yet?
No, he's out now. Somewhere on the mountain. I'd stay away from him if I were you. He's real pissed.
Who are you?
I was... I'm Wade Whitehouse. I was wondering, is your husband here?
He's asleep. We were up very late.
Well, yes, I'm... I want to say that I'm real sorry about your father, Mrs. Twombley.
Mrs. Gordon. Thank you.
Well, yeah, I suppose. Sure. I just had a little business to settle with Mr. Gordon. I'm the local police officer.

Here's my theory. Twombley, unaware of illegal union loans or whatever, starts nosing around cause of the investigation and finds out. Finds out his soninlaw is involved.

So Mel Gordon wouldn't want a professional hit. That'd make the feds dig deeper. He wants an accident.

A hunting accident is perfect.

Shit, around here, you shoot somebody in the woods, you say it was an accident, you get fined fifty bucks and your hunting license lifted. Jack's probably saying the guy shot himself cause he ain't got his deer yet and don't want his license pulled.

It's too neat. Things ain't that neat. It makes me mad. That somebody can pay to kill somebody, his own fatherinlaw, and not be punished for it. Don't that piss you off?

Not particularly.

Right's right, goddamnit! Don't you care what's right?

I care about what happened. The truth. I'm a student of history, remember?

I was thinking about that story you told me, about Pop and chopping the firewood out of the ice and after.

Yeah.

I hate to disappoint you, but I don't think it happened.

Of course it happened. Why would I lie about it?

It may have happened, but not the way you said.

You think I wouldn't remember a thing like that?

It wasn't me. I wasn't there, but I heard about it. When I heard about it, it was about Elbourne.

We'd have to go digging in Vietnam to ask him.

And Elbourne and Mom took you to the doctor and told him you fell from the hay loft.

Well, I never heard that one.

I remember clearly cause when I heard I became real careful around Pop. I was a careful child and I became a careful adult, but at least I wasn't afflicted by that man's violence.

That's what you think.

Then you accidentally see your body, or your face, or whatever, and you don't know who the hell it belongs to. Strange. It's the business with the old man, I know, and how incredibly pissed I was at him, and also chasing Jack Hewitt like that, and the Goddamned truck going through the ice, not to mention Margie's being so upset one thing on top of another.

Wade, are you alright?

But you gotta hear this. You won't believe it. Mel Gordon had come by to visit LaRiviere and so now I'm in his office.

I know what it means. I'm just running out of ways to use it.

For what?

To help, Jack, of course and to nail those sonsofbitches, the Two Gordons. That's what Alma calls them. Jesus, Rolfe, whose side are you on?

Take care of the little things first, the things that are distracting you from taking care of the big things. Call Chub Merritt, get your car back, call a dentist, for God's sake, and get your tooth pulled, don't trust the locals, get your facts straight and go straight to the state police. Let them work on this.

Rolfe.

A lesson in work and its rewards. You'll thank me for this one day. Sally, turn off that TV!

Just do it.

Attago.

What was that? You got something to say, say it! Say it!

Nothing.

You nogood pup!

Jesus, Pop, how can you stand the cold, dressed like that? Where's Ma?

Sleeping.

You remember Margie Fogg?

From Wickham's. Been a while. Like some coffee?

How you and Ma doing? Haven't seen you in town for a while.

We're alright. Your Ma's sleeping. You want me to get her?

Yeah.

Where's Ma?

She's coming.

Yeah.

I checked on her. She had the electric heater. Cold don't bother her as much as me. Which is why I give her the heater.

Is there something wrong with the phone?

In the living room.

Why didn't you call and have the furnace fixed?

Wade. I thought she was alright. Till this morning she was.

Listen, it's no big deal, Pop.

Come on, smart guy. Tell how it's no big deal. Tell me how a single one of you is worth a single hair on that woman's head.

Pop, for Christ's sake!

You think you can take me now? Come on, try.

You! By Christ, you I know you. Yeah, you goddamn sonofabitch, I know you. You're a goddamn fucking piece of my heart!

You don't know me. You don't know me! So fuck you. Fuck you.

Nahnahnaw! You done done finally done it! Like a man done it. Done it right. I love you, you mean sonofabitch!

Love! What the fuck do you know about love?

Love! I'm made of love!

Call it what you want.

Everything you know is from me.

Yeah.

Bang!

You and me.

Where the Christ you going? You sonofabitch, you leave my fucking truck where it is! I need... Give me the Goddamn keys! I need to get me to town!

Crawl!

Nothing in the fucking house to drink. Not a fucking thing. My house, my money, my truck stolen!

I don't know you. My goddamn father and I don't know you.

Take care, Wade.

You be careful of that little bastard. He's dying to get in your pants, you know.

It don't look right.

What?

The sign. It looks like it's spelled wrong or something.

Fuck. Wade Whitehouse. It's people like you that keep this fucking town from prospering. Whatever somebody does to improve things around here, you gotta find fault with it.

I'm not finding fault. It's a good idea, good for you, good for the town. Real modern too.

This town sucks.

Aw, c'mon, I was only saying there's something wrong with "Home Made Cooking", that's all. The sign's fine. What it says is wrong.

Marg!

That goddamned woman. Thinks she can cart Jill off and leave me alone like this. I'm more than pissed, Margie. I'm a whole lot more than pissed. I been that plenty and I know the difference. This is different.

Marg! You got orders!

You talked to Jack?

Not since last night. He took a guy hunting.

The fucker shot himself. Kerbang! That's what it sounds like. Not on purpose. I assume accidental.

Jack?

The other guy.

Where... how'd you hear that?

CB. Little while ago. One of the boys on the way in picked up Jack on the CB calling for state troopers. I figured you'd know what really happened. The fucking guy kill himself? This Twombley, who the fuck is he, anyhow?

No, I... I've been out on the grader all morning. Twombley's summer people. Massachusetts. Friend of Gordon's. It was his idea for Jack to take him hunting. I gotta go.

Jillie, you want a cheese grilled sandwich?

It's called a grilled cheese sandwich, you dub.

Wade, I got a message for you. Jack Hewitt, he's looking for you. Wants you to clear your stuff out of his office in Town Hall.

His office. You mean my old office.

Well, I guess that's what he said.

He got his deer yet?

No, he's out now. Somewhere on the mountain. I'd stay away from him if I were you. He's real pissed.

Who are you?

I was... I'm Wade Whitehouse. I was wondering, is your husband here?

He's asleep. We were up very late.

Well, yes, I'm... I want to say that I'm real sorry about your father, Mrs. Twombley.

Mrs. Gordon. Thank you.

Well, yeah, I suppose. Sure. I just had a little business to settle with Mr. Gordon. I'm the local police officer.