[silence]
[jungle birds chirping]
[chirping continues]
[jet flies over]
[explosions]
[heavy gunfire]
[jet flies over]
[explosions]
[gunfire]
[fire crackling]
[gunshot] [Darren cries out in pain]
[Andy] Darren?
[screaming in pain]
[Andy] Darren! Jesus Christ, Darren.
[screaming in pain] [Andy] Darren!
[ominous hum] [screaming continues]
[screaming fades out]
[ominous ambience]
[gunshot]
[echoing woman's voice] Andy...
You can't die, Andy.
You can't die.
You promised, Andy.
You promised you were coming back.
You promised, Andy.
[woman's voice fades away]
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[eerie whisper] Andy...
[eerie whispering]
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[tree frogs chirping]
[Charles] for that which we are about to receive,
may God make us truly thankful...
[Christine muttering] You promised... - And bless us. Amen.
To come back. I know you're all right.
You come home. Andy, come home to me.
You promised that you would. You promised.
You're alive.
You'll be all right.
Well, I'm starving.
You carve the roast beef.
| think a man should always do the carving.
Is it too well?
- No, it's just right, honey. - Pass the salad, please.
Cathy, don't ever marry a man
who can't carve a roast beef or a turkey.
It's traditional.
Charlie's father taught him to carve,
and he taught Andy to carve.
It's something that's passed
down from generation to generation.
- Looks delicious, hon. - Well, you like it.
Andy likes it medium.
There's a fine line there that satisfies everybody.
When Andy comes home...
Joanne's mother has a great recipe
for a vegetarian cutlet or something.
She says it tastes just like meat.
Oh, that reminds me, Joanne called today.
She wanted to ask about Andy.
We had a lovely conversation.
I-1 promised her that when she came home
we'd all have a lovely dinner together.
She was full of questions. Questions after questions!
She wanted to know what we'd heard from him,
when he was coming home.
She-she still wears his ring. She's just mad about him.
Oh, please, | hope nobody'll give me away.
I-1 indulged in a little white lie.
Well, it wasn't exactly a lie, just...
I-I just told her that we'd had a letter.
A more-a more recent letter than it actually was.
I mean, she was so concerned that...
[knocking on the door]
[dog barking]
[knocking continues]
Evening, Christine.
- George. - May I come in?
What is it, George? What do you want?
Evenin', George.
What can I do for ya? - 1
I'm afraid I have some sad news for you, Charlie.
What is it, Daddy?
I'm sorry, Charlie.
If there's anything I can do...
What is it, Charlie? What does he want?
Give me a call, Charlie, if there's anything...
Thanks, George.
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[car engine revs]
[car drives away]
What does it say, Daddy?
It's Andy.
Andy...
No.
[sobbing] Oh, God!
Oh, Mother... - No!
It's a lie! It's a lie!
[door closes]
[sobbing]
Don't, Daddy!
Don't.
[ticking]
[dog barking in the distance]
[Christine softly muttering]
You can't die, Andy. You can't die.
[muttering]
Andy.
Come back.
[eerie whisper] Andy.
You promised.
[door creaking]
You promised.
You're all right. I can tell.
You're alive.
I know it.
I can feel it.
They lied.
[eerie whisper grows louder]
You'll come back.
You'll come...
[ominous hissing]
[eerie whisper] Andy...
Hey, soldier, where ya headed?
Come on. Hop aboard.
[strange whispering]
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Hey, lay me three with hash on the side.
[stuttering] What kinda language is that?
Whatever kind it is, it don't apply to you.
[stuttering] Well, you could do worse.
I have, honey, I have.
Yes, sir?
[slurring] Can I see a menu?
On the wall, sweetheart.
Hey, Ed, here comes Howie!
[truck idling]
Hiya, Rosalie, what'd ya know?
Why don't ya shut off your engine
and stay a coupla seconds?
Nah, I'm runnin' later than hell tonight.
Just stopped by for a pack of smokes.
Hey, Ed!
Gimme two black coffees to go, will ya?
[stuttering] Right.
- Hey, who's ridin' with ya? - Hey, don't tell the boss.
It's just a soldier I picked up.
Bad boy, Howie.
You know you're not supposed to pick up hitchhikers.
I needed the company.
Turns out I shoulda left him on the road.
- How come? - He's a real weirdo.
He hasn't said two words since I picked him up.
Not even a thank you. [Rosalie scoffs]
[slurring] Ooh, what kind of a soldier is he?
Theirs or ours?
Ours.
Good.
Hm, I thought we were being invaded.
Here's your coffee, buster.
Come back and see me sometime.
Thanks, Rosalie. I'll see ya on Friday, okay?
[truck idling]
Here ya go, pal. Brought ya a cup of coffee.
Jeez.
[ominous ambience]
[tree frogs chirping]
[eerie whisper] Andy...
[creepy whispering]
[whispering continues]
[moans]
[door opens] [blinds rustling]
[door closes]
[whispering grows louder]
[Cathy] Daddy...
I heard something downstairs.
What is it, Charlie? What's the matter?
[muttering] It's probably nothing.
Go back to sleep.
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[eerie whispering]
[dog barks] [Cathy gasps]
Butchy, bad dog.
Butch, how did you get in here?
Charlie... the door is open.
How'd it get open? I'm sure I locked it.
[tense music I]
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Nobody there. C'mon.
[dog whimpering]
C'mon, Butch.
Come outside.
There ya are.
[dog barking]
[gasp]
Andy!
[giggling]
- Andy! - Andy!
- I don't believe it. - Well, come on in, Son.
Oh, Andy!
C'mon in, Son, let's get a look at ya, for God's sake.
[Christine stammering] you didn't write to us.
I was getting so worried.
I can't believe you're really here.
Did you know they sent us a telegram tonight?
Well, congrats to those idiots
in the State Department,
they had you-had you in your grave!
That's what they did. - How did you get here?
Do you want something to eat? Do you want some tea?
Cathy, make him a cup of tea. Oh, God, it's wonderful.
I'll go get you some tea.
You know, Joanne called. She wants to see you.
- Everybody's been calling. - Yeah.
Everybody's so... Oh, God,
they've been asking about you.
Kids across the street wanna play football with ya.
I've got an idea. I know.
Ooh, I know what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna call everybody up
and we're gonna have a big celebration.
- Oh, that's a great idea, hon. - Oh.
Let's wait a while, Mom.
But, I didn't mean tonight, I meant...
hot until you've rested up for a couple of days.
- Here's your tea, Andy. - Nothing for me, thanks.
[stammering] But, Andy, you have to have
something, I mean, you're so thin, honey...
I mean, you-you must have...
you know, had a terrible time.
Pretty rough over there, hey Son?
Over where?
Andy, look, I'm not gonna dwell on this, but...
do-do you know that they sent us a telegram tonight?
I mean, they actually sent us
a telegram telling us that you were killed!
They actually said that my son was dead.
I was.
[laughs]
[all laughing]
[laughing continues]
Oh, Andy.
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[chair creaking]
[birds chirping]
[cows mooing]
Two miles east, you're right there.
[sirens approaching]
[Christine] You all have a lovely picnic...
and I wanna go inside...
and clean up the kitchen. - Mother, join us!
No, no, no. You know I can't stand to have a mess.
Well?
You go ahead and if there's anything you need,
you just call me.
Oh, Andy, she's so happy since you got back.
Though, sometimes I feel like
I oughta get down on my knees and pray.
Every five minutes. Pray all day long.
[children playing in the distance]
It's a miracle, Andy.
A real miracle.
Miracle.
Poor guy. Any idea yet what happened?
Truck driver, wasn't he?
Well, whaddya make of that, Doc?
I dunno. Looks like a needle mark.
Could be.
Well, you think he was on dope?
Ted, don't speculate!
Wait 'til I've finished with the autopsy.
Boy, they really rip 'em up, don't they, Doc?
They?
Yeah, they really do.
Hey, Butch, here ya are. There it is.
Well, what's the matter with you?
[butch barks, whimpers]
Well, that's a heck of a way to treat an old enemy.
Hm!
Just for that I'll-I'll eat it myself.
- Mornin', Ben. - Mornin', Mr. B.
Say, what's the matter with that dog of yours?
He didn't bark or nothin', he just ignored me.
Well, he's got more important things on his mind.
Well, I dunno, maybe he's got an upset stomach.
Had me a dog once, ate a pickle.
Can you imagine it? [Charlie chuckles]
A great big dill pickle, was yay long,
and he got sick,
and he threw up all over Marilyn's cashmere sweater.
- Ben. Ben. - I said, "Don't blame me..."
- Ben. - What?
- Take a look over there. - Who's that?
You got a visitor?
Marilyn took in some boarders once.
Jeez, what a mess. - Ben!
They loused up the whole plumbin' system...
- Ben. - What?
Andy's home.
- Andy? - Here.
Is that Andy? Well, I'll just be damned!
- Yeah, come on over and say hello, huh? - Andy!
I'll just be double-dog damned.
There he is! Andy!
Andy, when did ya get back?
Well, I'm just gonna shake that hand, boy!
Ha-ha! Tell me, Andy, what time did ya get in?
Huh? - Got in Wednesday night, Ben.
Yeah?
Oh, is that an egg salad sandwich?
- Catherine. - Ah, thank you.
Now, tell me, Andy, what'd ya do?
Just walk in, scare the pants off your old man?
[laughing]
We came downstairs, Ben, and there he was.
Hmm.
I done the same thing
when I come back from Okinawa.
I pinned a note on my jacket that said,
"Will you please take care
of this poor little orphaned soldier boy?"
And I rang the doorbell.
My dad's eyebrows shot clear off the top of his head.
[laughing]
Cathy, could I have a sip of that iced tea?
Now, that was quite a war, that World War ll.
You remember that war, Mr. B?
- Well, it's not hard to remember. - Thank you.
Hmm. Yeah.
We lost a lot of good boys in that war...
and we kept some we shoulda lost.
You remember old Dell Harrison?
His folks still live over there on Pine.
I was with him the day he got his.
It was a sad thing.
"Course you know his folks, his wife and all,
they want to know how he got it, all the details.
Well, it was up to me
to clean it up for public consumption.
[laughing] Then there's old Fred Nelson.
Was always boastin' about his war wound.
You know how he got his war wound?
And him goin' around braggin' like some damn war hero.
You know what it was?
Some kraut shot him in the ass.
[laughing] Right? Got 'em in the old pucker.
Hey Andy, you was over there
with ol' Darren Wilson, wasn't you?
How is old Darren?
You know, he hasn't gotten off a note
to his folks in-in two months now.
Now, that ain't right, don't ya know?
[dog barking]
What's the matter? Did I say somethin'?
Been through a lot, Ben.
Yeah.
What time did you say he came into the diner?
[stuttering] Oh, about, uh...
It was 10:30. He was runnin' late.
- He o-o-ordered... - Will ya let me?
He ordered two coffees
and bought a pack of cigarettes.
[Ed stuttering] He-he had a...
That's right!
He said he had a hitchhiker with him.
What he look like?
Oh, I dunno. I never saw him.
He never got outta the truck.
He say anything about the hitchhiker?
Any description?
[stuttering] Uh, he-he-he said he was a s-s-s...
Oh, that's right! He said he was a soldier.
A real weirdo.
Howie said he didn't
thank him for the ride or anything.
You know of anyone recently discharged,
Joe, or home on leave?
Not off hand.
"Course it wouldn't necessarily be a local.
Could be somebody passing through.
Okay, folks, can you think
of anything else that might help us?
Anything at all?
If you do, would you give us a call?
- Oh, sure. - Okay.
I can't believe a soldier'd do a thing like that.
[muffled TV news reporter talking]
[chair creaking]
[TV reporter] and there were severe wounds
in the abdominal region.
Police report the presence
of puncture wounds in the victim's right arm.
Police spokesmen refuse
to speculate about
the significance of these wounds.
Witnesses report that Mr. Stewart,
a resident of Waynesville, had picked up a hitchhiker.
And first reports from the scene
indicate that the hitchhiker...
[TV turns off]
Why did you turn that off? I wanted to hear the news.
What's the difference? You can't hear anything, anyway.
That noise goin' on up there. - Doesn't bother me.
Well, it bothers me. It drives me nuts!
Honey, you can't expect
everything to snap back
to normal in just a coupla days.
It takes patience and time.
Is that what it takes, Christine?
Well, I'm certainly glad to know that's what it takes.
Everything's gonna be all right, Charlie.
I won't have it any other way.
Why is he so different?
[Christine] Charlie...
[Charlie] He won't talk with us.
He won't eat with us.
He sits out in the yard all day long,
and up in his room.
Why won't he let us tell anyone that he's home?
What'd he do, take a vow of celibacy or something?
[Christine] He's only been home
for two days.
[Charlie] I know that, I know that.
Who's side are you on?
It isn't a question of that.
Isn't it?
If you cared anything about him
you'd be patient with him.
You'd give him some time to adjust.
God, with what he's been through.
I can't even imagine
the terrible things that he must have seen.
Well, I went through it, too.
But when I came back I didn't act like that.
Well, you're not Andy.
And you don't have the same kind of sensitivity.
Well, he's my son too, you know!
He didn't get that precious sensitivity
just from you, you know.
Well, he didn't get it from you!
All you've ever done is criticize him
and pick on him, and ride him.
If it hadn't been for you,
he wouldn't have enlisted in the first place!
He enlisted because he didn't
want you to turn him into a goddamn mamma's boy!
And he was right!
Well, I happen to love my son, even if you don't!
[door closes]
[footsteps]
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Andy?
Where you goin'?
Out.
Don't go out, I just made supper.
Your favorite. Cathy'll be home pretty soon.
Well, the least you can do is answer your mother!
Oh, be quiet, Charlie.
I have to go out.
[dog barking]
[growling]
[barking]
Won't be late, will ya, Andy?
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Don't start growling at Andy.
Oh, leave him alone, Christine.
It's not his fault that Andy went out.
No, it's your fault.
He's been home two days
and you've made him feel unwelcome.
You didn't want him to come home, did you?
You didn't ever want him to come home.
[stomping footsteps]
[dog whimpering]
Come on, Butchy. [Kissing sounds]
Butchy, come on up here. Yeah, that's a good boy.
[dog whimpers]
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[tree frogs chirping]
[scraping]
- Got some visitors, Andy. - Not now.
I think you'll change your mind
when you see who they are.
[kids chattering] [dog barking]
Hope we're not botherin' ya, Andy.
Now listen, what can I get you fellas to drink, huh?
[overlapping responses]
- Five cokes, right? - Yeah.
Andy, how come you ain't in your uniform?
Come on, dum-dum, he's out now.
Hey, Andy, you see a lot of action over there?
Kill any guys?
Remember me, Andy? Freddy Anderson.
I grew two inches since the last time I saw ya.
You know karate, Andy? They teach ya karate?
I'm learnin' it.
Yeah, sure.
You know, my dad got a purple heart in Korea.
Yeah, to go along with his yellow streak.
You're full of it.
I'm gonna be a brown belt before I'm 15.
You're gonna be a brown nose, too.
Watch this, Andy!
Andy! [barking]
Let go, Andy, it hurts! [barking]
[growling]
[dog yowling]
[boy whimpering]
- Son of a bitch! - Andy, what?
Andy!
Let go of me!
He killed Butch for no... no reason!
He's crazy. Listen.
Now, no matter what... Take your hands off of me!
You get outta my house.
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[glass slams down]
- Hey, Mr. B? - Huh?
Look at this. Look what they're puttin' in the paper.
Miss Sandra Pit-West and Mr. Montgomery Hunt
have announced their forthcoming nuptials.
I mean, ain't that a bitch, Mr. B?
Puttin' a thing like that in the paper?
Mac...
Anyway, ten to one says
they already got their nuptials
in the back seat of his car.
Mac...
"Nother shot, Mr. B?
[grunts] [chuckles]
You know, you keep hittin' it like that,
it's, uh, gonna start hittin' back on ya.
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[cash register clattering]
Evenin', Doc.
Hello, Mac. Hello, Charlie.
What'll it be tonight, Doc?
Oh, just coffee, Mac. Black coffee.
Could I treat you to a cup of coffee, Charlie?
- No, Doc. - Here ya go, Doc.
On the house. - Oh, thanks.
Say, Doc, did you ever have any nuptials?
Oh, just once, Mac. Long time ago.
Well, I'm sure you were too decent
a guy to go around announcing it in the newspaper.
[chuckles]
How's everything, Charlie?
Oh, great, Doc. Just great.
What's the matter?
I lost my dog.
Best dog I ever had.
He used to love it, Doc... Butch.
Oh...
I'm sorry to hear that, Charlie.
What happened? - Killed him.
Strangled him, one hand.
Jesus Christ, Doc.
My heart stopped beating. - Who killed him?
Andy.
Andy?
I just can't understand it, Doc.
He used to love that dog.
Ever since he was a little kid.
I didn't know Andy was home.
He didn't want anybody to know that he was here.
Why?
I don't know, Doc.
He's crazy. - Why do you say that?
- You oughta see him, Doc. - Well, maybe I should.
Is he home now?
Well, yeah, yeah he's...
Well, I'd like to talk to him,
Charlie, if it's all right with you?
Sure, Dog, if... if you wanna come.
Mother, you haven't been
listening to anything I've said.
I said we're going
to double-date tomorrow night.
Bob and I and Joanne and Andy.
Joanne doesn't even know he's home yet.
She'll be so surprised. - Have you asked Andy?
You don't think he'll mind, do you?
Butch! Here, Butch!
Butch!
[bells jangling]
Where is that dumb dog? - He's gone.
Oh, Mother, that's not like him.
You know Butch is too greedy to miss dinner.
Give me that! He is gone!
And that's all there is to it.
Now, I don't wanna talk about it any more.
[door closes]
Besides...
we've got more important things to talk about.
I'm very happy
that the four of you are gonna be going out.
I think it's wonderful. I'm delighted.
Catherine, you're-you're really
a very thoughtful person.
A kind and thoughtful person. - Mother, what's wrong?
[muttering] Nothing, nothing.
Did you and Daddy have a quarrel?
Catherine, don't believe
anything your father has to say.
Don't believe anything he says about me...
or Andy. [car approaches]
[car door opens, closes]
- Well, hello. - Oh, hi.
I brought Doc Altman over to see Andy.
- Evening, Christine. - Hi, Doc.
Catherine, I hope I'm not intruding.
- What do you want, Doc? - Mother!
I asked Doc to come over. We're gonna see Andy.
- Andy is resting! - Yeah, I'll bet he is.
I just wanna say hello to him, Christine.
Charlie says he's not feelin' too well.
You don't pay any attention to her, Doc.
This is my house.
[knocking on the door]
[Charlie] Andy?
[chair creaking] I brought someone to see ya.
Welcome home, Andy!
Is this a personal call, Doc, or a professional one?
Either one!
Depends on what's needed. - Neither one is needed.
Well, your dad tells me you got home, uh...
uh, what, Wednesday night?
- Yes. - You come in with friends?
Friends?
Well, I mean, did friends pick you up
or did you come in on a bus, or...
No friends.
- But you did get a ride? - Yes.
Got a ride. - Hitchhike?
That's right, Doc.
About what time was that, Andy?
I don't keep very good track of the time, Doc.
Oh, it was late, Doc. It was real late.
It was about, uh,
oh, about three, four o'clock in the morning.
Mm-hmm.
Remember who it was that, uh, picked you up, Andy?
Somebody. Anybody.
Remember what kind of car they were drivin'?
Or... truck?
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Oh. Why do you ask that, Doc?
What difference does that make?
Just curious, Charlie.
Curious.
Well, good to have you back with us, Andy.
Charlie, I better be goin'.
Well, come and see me, Andy, if ya like.
Shoot the breeze.
Give you a checkup, no charge.
Hey, that's real nice of ya, Doc.
Don't you think so, Andy?
[chair creaking]
Well, what is it, Doc?
It's not good, Charlie,
at least it doesn't look good.
Truck driver...
was murdered out on the highway, Wednesday night.
Some witnesses are ea yin'
that he was carryin' a hitchhiker.
A soldier.
Oh, well you-you don't think that...
I don't think anything, Charlie.
I don't make any accusations,
that's up to the police, but...
Charlie, I gotta report this.
But what is there to report, Doc?
Andy came in Wednesday night, hitchhiking.
Now, hopefully, it's just a coincidence,
but, uh, the facts do tally,
and what you told me about Butch...
[scoffs]
But Andy wouldn't kill anybody.
Look, Charlie,
I'm only tellin' you this because I'm your friend.
I really am, whether you believe it or not.
I don't want you to think that I'm goin'
to the police behind your back.
But I have to report this. That's simply my duty.
Look...
You know, I understand that, Doc, yet...
Look, uh...
W-Why don't you let me talk to Andy and...
and, uh...
well... [scoffs]
Why don't you give me until tomorrow, and I'll...
Alright.
Alright, Charlie, I'll wait 'til tomorrow.
Good night. - Good night, Doc.
Thank you.
[door closes]
- Daddy, are you all right? - Leave me alone.
Andy?
[Cathy] Daddy?
Daddy.
[car engine revving]
[car drives away] [door opens, closes]
Is that Andy?
Yes, Daddy, he went out the back door.
Mother gave him the keys.
[horn honking in the distance]
Christine! Christine!
You let him go? - Why not?
I'd leave too, if my father came home drunk!
You know why I'm drunk!
You know!
Daddy, what's the matter?
Mind your own goddamn business.
[tense music I]
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[car engine stops]
[car door closes]
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Shar-Sharon? Oh.
L-Lil-Lil...
This-this-this is the Charlie Brooks,
and-and-and I wanna talk to Doc.
Huh? He went to the hospital.
Well...
be back late?
Well, uh, Lil, uh...
tell him to call me,
please, when he gets back 'cause...
it's...
I wanna talk to him.
Bye.
- Catherine? - Yes, Daddy?
Catherine, uh...
I'm expectin' a very important call.
You, tell me... - Okay, Daddy.
[phone ringing]
[man on phone] Brooksdale Police Department.
Hello, this is the Police Department.
Please identify yourself. Hello?
Police Department. [tense music I]
[footsteps]
) If you are unable to speak,
please signal by tapping the phone. [footstep]
Hello, this is the Police Department.
Hello? Hell...
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[footsteps]
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[crickets chirping]
[musical sting I]
[gasps]
I came for my checkup.
I'm expected at the hospital right now, Andy.
How 'bout tomorrow?
Now. In your office.
Sit down.
Just came by to shoot the breeze.
You invited me, Doc. Remember?
Well, Andy, if you need someone to talk to...
I'm more than willing to help.
I want you to know, Doc, that I'm in perfect health.
There's not a living soul in better health than I am.
I don't have to worry about
getting sick...
or old...
tired...
or hungry...
or anything.
Well, maybe one thing...
What do you mean, Andy?
Feel my pulse, Doc.
- Well, Andy, I... - Feel it.
I don't understand.
- Open it. - What do you...
Open it!
Listen to my heart, Doc.
Andy, there isn't any...
Heartbeat, Doc. No heartbeat.
You killed that truck driver.
I died for you, Doc.
Why shouldn't you return the favor?
[tense music I]
[clattering]
[struggling]
[panting]
[grunting]
[choking]
Andy, hold-hold on.
[choking]
You owe me somethin', Doc.
[grunting]
You owe me this!
[ominous ambience]
[whistling]
[birds chirping]
[kids playing in the distance]
Mother?
I don't know why your father does the things he does.
Why don't you ask him if you wanna know?
He wouldn't even talk to me.
When he finally turns against you,
you come to me, and expect me,
all of a sudden, to just
open up and tell you everything?
You haven't come to me since you were five years old.
Andy came to me, not you.
What is wrong with everybody around here?
For God's sake,
just the other day we were so happy and now...
And now nothing.
[footsteps approaching]
- G'morning. [Christine] Andy!
Oh, you look wonderful.
You must have had a good night's sleep.
Yes. Very good.
I'm glad, I wouldn't want
Joanne to think that I wasn't taking proper care of you.
- Joanne? - Tonight when you all go out.
Was that supposed to be a surprise?
I-I'm sorry.
[dogs barking in the distance]
What surprise?
Bob and I, we thought maybe
the four of us could go out tonight.
I didn't tell Joanne yet. I mean, that you're home.
I thought we could surprise her.
You don't have to go if you don't want to, Andy.
I just keep thinking about
the good times we used to have.
The four of us. Seems like so long ago.
[Christine] Oh, Andy, go.
It'll be like old times.
Old times.
That was a long time ago.
[children playing in the distance]
Alright.
Oh. Joanne'll be so surprised.
All right, breakfast in ten minutes.
Joanne, will you quit being so stubborn?
No, uh-uh. I've had it with blind dates.
This is a special blind date.
Oh, oh, a special blind date, he's blind, right?
Joanne, you're just being silly.
You always have a good time and you know it.
Oh, right! Like the last time!
Well, that was an exception.
Oh, he was an exception, all right.
Not only was he 400 pounds, with a head like an avocado,
but his mother followed us
to the drive-in, parked right next to us,
and kept feeding me her popcorn all night.
My God, I will never live it down.
Never! Now, seriously, you can keep your blind dates.
I mean, I'm very happy sitting at home,
watching the "Late Show" and the "Late, Late Show."
And the inspirational message,
and the test patterns, all right, I'll go.
Who is he? - It's a surprise.
You can tell me his name.
I mean, I'm lost with names, anyway.
I'll forget. - No.
Listen, he is from this planet, isn't he?
I mean he does have the-the right number of eyes,
hands, feet, other assorted essentials?
Well, let's not get vulgar now.
[giggles]
Listen, at least give me a hint.
Just take our word for it. You'll be glad you came.
Yeah? If I can live through the suspense.
[snoring loudly]
Oh! What time is it? Is it time to go yet?
You are really weird.
[laughing] - You know that, don't you?
Thanks.
No, but seriously,
about tonight, I really think I'd better bow out.
Joanne, why?
Oh, I've got a paper to write.
Cathy, I get depressed when I go out, you know that.
I just keep thinkin'...
you know.
I think it's time to unveil the secret weapon.
Joanne, you have to come with us.
It's Andy.
He's home.
I don't believe it.
[Bob] He came home Wednesday night.
Why didn't he call me? Why didn't you tell me?
Well, listen, Son...
Doc mentioned something to me last night.
There was a man, a-a truck driver was
killed last Wednesday night.
Witnesses said they saw a soldier.
Not that Doc was making
any accusations or anything like that,
but he just felt that it was his duty to go
to the police and tell them that he'd seen you.
Now, Son...
listen, I'm your father, and...
And I would do anything in the world for you.
God knows I would.
You wouldn't be mixed up
with any kind of trouble like that, would you?
I don't have any troubles at all, Dad.
Well, I didn't think you could be, but...
Doc said something about a soldier.
There are millions of soldiers, Dad.
[Well, I...] told him that... but the...
the police are gonna be investigatin' it.
They might be asking questions, Son,
and, uh, well that guy,
uh, whoever it was who gave you that ride...
Now we, uh...
might be able to find him and...
verify your story if it came to that.
Couldn't we?
It won't come to that, Dad.
Well, that's...
that's good, Son.
[police sirens in the distance]
Good.
Well, I'm...
I'm gonna go over to Doc's...
and I'll, uh, get this whole thing straightened out.
And, um, if he wants me
to go to the police with him, I'll...
go.
Made me feel much better, Son.
Much better.
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[people chattering]
[siren approaching]
[police radio chatter]
What happened?
Uh, some maniac killed Doc Altman last night.
I think it might be the same one
killed that truck driver on Wednesday night.
Did you hear about that one?
People down at the colony house
said they saw a soldier, or something.
- No. - Hm?
- No. - Excuse me.
Cathy, I'm so nervous.
He's gonna be mad, I know he is.
He won't be mad at you, Joanne.
- Do I look all right? - You look terrible.
Come on, do I look all right?
I don't look too old or anything?
- Just a few wrinkles. - You look fine.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Let's just call him-call him first
from somewhere and just check.
See if it's all right.
[groans]
Mrs. Brooks, hi!
[Bob] Bet you don't know why we're here.
- How are you, Joanne? - I'm fine.
She's aged considerably. Quite a few wrinkles.
Cathy, point them out. - Bob.
Is Andy here?
Uh, he's upstairs, I'll get him.
He's really home! I don't believe it!
Joanne, will you cool it, dummy?
Oh, Cathy, I can't stand it.
- Sit down. - I'll sit.
Andy?
[chair creaking]
Joanne's here.
[Cathy] Joanne.
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[eerie whisper] Andy.
- Hello, Joanne. - Hello.
Hi, Andy. How's everything?
Everything's fine, Bob.
Let's go.
Have a good time.
[man] Sheriff's Department.
Yes, sir.
- Brooksville 73. - Excuse me.
Be with you in a minute, sir.
Brooksville 73.
Remember this place, Andy?
Yeah, it was the first time
the four of us went out together, remember?
It was on New Year's Eve.
- Okay, Mr. Brooks. - What?
Go ahead.
[, uh...
understand you're looking for the soldier...
killed Doc Altman
and that, uh, other fella.
The truck driver. - Mm-hmm.
Well, I, uh...
I saw Doc Altman last night.
And then when I heard about Doc Altman this morning, I...
I remembered something...
Someth... something Doc said.
And I thought... Oh, I-I-I didn't know.
I thought...
I thought it was important.
Don.
What the hell are you doin'?
What did he say?
He said...
He said he thought he knew who the soldier was.
Okay, that's two baby burgers,
two cokes and one coffee.
You sure you don't want anything, Andy?
- Nothing. - That's all, then.
Thank you. May I have the menus, please?
What's the matter?
And then we talked about this and that,
nothing important, and-and then I remembered
that Doc said something about...
having an appointment with the soldier at his office...
after he left the bar.
And what time was that, Mr. Brooks?
About 8:30, nine o'clock.
I don-I don't remember.
He said he was gonna meet this soldier at his office
at 8:30 or nine o'clock at night?
That would explain why he
didn't show up at the hospital.
Did he say anything else about this soldier?
Did he mention any names?
Did, uh, the soldier come from around here?
- It was nobody local. - And how do you know that?
Well, the Doc said he was from Patterson.
- Patterson? - Yeah.
That's why the appointment was so late,
you see he had to come from... Patterson's...
far away.
He probably hitchhiked.
I guess he was afraid to see his local doctor.
You know, it's funny Doc didn't,
say, call us, or mention anything.
Sit down, Don.
Mr. Brooks, I'm a little bit confused.
Did he say anything else?
Anything at all? - No.
Nothin' I can remember.
Can I go now?
Sure.
And thanks for your cooperation.
Everyone finished?
You still wanna go to the drive-in?
- What's playing? - [scoffs] Who watches?
Right, Andy? - Right, Bob.
[chuckles]
That's the Andy I used to know.
[car engine starts]
Hello.
[TV announcer] The State Legislature met
for the ninth straight day in special session,
in an attempt to come up
with a reapportionment plan acceptable to the courts.
Senate leader Melvin Potter says no solution is in sight.
On the local scene tonight,
Brooksville loses one of its most beloved citizens.
The victim of a bizarre homicide.
Here's Ray Benton with that story.
[Ray] Doctor Phillip J. Altman is dead,
stabbed to death in his office
late last night or early this morning,
according to Brooksville Police Chief George Logan.
The slaying is Everett County's
second in three days,
and the presence of small needle-like
puncture wounds in the arms of both victims
have lead police to theorize
that the crimes were committed by the same person.
Perhaps raising the ominous possibility
of a drug-linked crime spree.
The first victim,
Howard Stewart, a truck driver,
was found on Thursday morning of this week.
Witnesses said that Stewart had picked up a hitchhiker,
a soldier, and that shortly
after picking him up, went down...
[loud tires screeching]
- Nu-uh. - And now, back to...
Andy! Andy!
Where's Andy? Where's Andy?
I've gotta talk to him. It's very important.
It's your fault! Your fault! Your fault!
- Lis-Listen! - Your fault!
Andy's in trouble! He killed Doc.
And the truck driver. - It's your fault, Charlie!
It's your fault! - Listen, I went to the police!
Police?
Yes, but I didn't tell them anything.
I lied to them.
I made up a story to throw 'em off the track.
But-but they're sure to find out, Christine.
And they're gonna come here...
[crying]
Jesus, I just couldn't get myself
to turn him in, Christine.
I just couldn't.
You know what we're gonna have to do, Charlie.
We're gonna have to take Andy away.
Far, far away.
How...
How are we gonna do that, Christine?
Nothing else we can do.
And you lied to them, too.
They'll be after you.
But if we stay here, they're gonna be after all of us.
There's nothing else we can do.
Now, I'll go upstairs, and I'll pack some clothes.
We can't take very much.
- What about Cathy? - Catherine?
Catherine's a lovely person.
A kind... lovely...
They look...
look so adorable tonight.
Just like when they were in high school.
Who?
[chuckles]
Just like old times seeing them...
The four of them going out.
Four of them?
Andy's with 'em?
Where did they go?
- Hmm.
Goddammit, tell me! Where did they go?
- Dan-cing, dancing. - Where?
The Line House.
[traffic noise]
[tense music I]
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[horn honks in distance]
[horn blaring]
You've changed.
Everyone changes eventually.
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[horn honking]
[man on movie] And now, event number five
on your program is a daring, death-defying free-fall...
- Let's go get some popcorn. - We just ate.
I'm neurotic, I can't watch a movie without popcorn.
Oh... all right.
[man on movie] 16 seconds from now...
[Cathy] You two want anything?
Oh, um, just something to drink, I guess.
Okay. [jets flying on movie]
I-I hope you're not mad or anything.
I mean, that we barged in on you like that.
I'm not mad.
Or anything.
I just really wanted to see you.
I missed you a lot, you know?
When you stopped writing for a couple of months...
lused to call your mother every day.
I know she thinks I'm crazy, but...
But I want-I want you to understand that...
if there is somebody else, I...
I understand.
No one else.
Well, maybe we can pick up where we left off.
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Andy. Andy, I...
[screams]
An-Andy!
[screaming]
[struggling]
[door handle jiggles]
Hey lovebirds, open up.
Uh, I hope we're not disturbing anybody.
Hey, you two alright back there?
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[yelling]
Get out!
[jets flying on movie]
[panting]
[screaming]
Somebody!
[car approaching]
[siren wailing]
[police radio chatter]
Okay, folks, okay. Show's over.
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[crowd chattering]
Call the doctor.
Andy, please. Please come on.
We've gotta leave right now. Andy, please!
No... No, Charlie.
Where's Cathy?
No.
No!
Stand up, Andy.
I don't care about Catherine!
No, Charlie!
[Christine crying] Stand up, Andy, and face me.
Andy, no! A-Andy, no!
Oh.
[Christine] Oh, God, please, no!
[sobbing] No, no.
No, no, Charlie.
[sobbing]
Charlie, you can't!
[chatter]
The suspect is Andrew Brooks, 312 Brooksville.
[quiet sobbing]
[gunshot]
[police siren approaching]
All right, hold it right there!
[gunshot] [Christine screams]
Come, Andy. Go.
Here.
[car starts] Why don't you die?
[gunshot]
[struggling]
[gunshot]
[shattering glass]
[choking]
[sirens]
[tires screeching]
[Christine] Where, Andy? Where?
[tires screeching]
Where will you be safe?
No, Andy.
Oh, God, no.
[brakes squealing]
[grunting]
Get help. Hurry.
Hurry, Andy.
[panting]
[sobbing] No-o.
No...
[sobbing]
No.
Andy! Andy, please, please...
Andy, no, no.
[crying]
[explosion]
[Christine moaning quietly]
Andy's home.
Some boys never come home.
[moaning softly]
[eerie music I]
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