Great Expectations

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There either is or is not a way things are.

The color of the day. The way it felt to be a child.

The feeling of saltwater on your sunburned legs.

Sometimes the water is yellow...

Sometimes it's red...

But what color it may be in memory

Depends on the day.

I'm not going to tell the story the way that it happened.

I'm going to tell it the way I remember it.

Aah!

Help! Help!

What's your name?

Mmf!

Whisper. What's your name?

Mmf!

Whisper!

Finn.

Your last name? Bell.

Where do you live?

Near the pier.

You have tools?

Help-- Mmf!

Fuck. Do you know what bolt cutters are?

You know what they are or you don't know what they are?

Mm-hmm.

Listen, I know your name, I know where you live,

I can find you and gut you like a fish.

I'll pull out your fucking insides,

I'll make you eat them. You hear me?

I'll make you fucking eat them.

You be here tomorrow morning at dawn

with bolt cutters and any kind of food

or I'll kill you for sure. You got me?

I'll fucking kill you if you tell anyone, anyone!

They're dead. Your folks--

You tell anyone, the last sound you hear

will be your own scream.

All right. Go.

Whoa, Finn! Whoa!

Oh, it's you, Joe.

Did I scare you?

So you went out today?

Yeah. Got a nice tan. No fish, of course.

Settin' traps like everybody else.

Hey, where's the fire?

Nowhere. Just got homework.

Hey, listen, Maggie's on a kinda rant today,

So you be careful, ok?

You coming home soon?

In about an hour.

You finish your work, we'll go to Carvel's, ok?

You rest up.

Got a gardening job tomorrow.

Joe?

Yeah?

Nothin'.

Hey, Finn!

How do you smoke a swordfish?

Bill in your mouth and light the tail.

All right. I'll see you later.

I was raised in what I suppose

was certain amount of freedom from my sister Maggie.

Joe was her man.

They banned the big fishing rigs in the gulf that year

and we were poor.

We scraped by on what Joe could earn

doing charters and lawn work.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey. Come on. Come here.

Come on!

You alone?

You deaf? Are you alone?

No.

You're not alone, or you're not deaf?

Gimme that.

Come on!

Here. I brought you something to drink.

Attaboy.

Ahh...

Ow!

Here. I took this for you.

What's this? Birth control pills?

Here. this, too.

Percodan.

Attaboy. Now you're talking.

What else?

Come on, come on. Jesus fucking Christ.

You bite your nails?

That's a bad habit.

People tell you the eyes are the windows to the soul.

Bullshit.

Hands...

That's the sign of a gentleman.

Huh?

Come on. Let's go.

Come on.

What?!

Come on, come on.

Get in the boat.

If I don't get home, my Uncle--

Fuck your Uncle. Get in the boat.

Pick up the anchor. Let's go.

Where--

Shut up and get in the boat.

Where are we going?

Mexico.

What?

Police boat.

What? Police boat.

Stop. Stop.

Ahoy there! Son, are you all right?

Uh-huh.

Where you headed?

Oh, nowhere.

An old lady over on Cat Cay thought she saw a raft

out here yesterday with a man on it.

He'd be wearing an orange prison suit.

You see anything like that?

Mmm, nope.

Tie up our line and we'll tow you in.

And that was the end of it.

Perhaps you've had an experience like that

in childhood and told no one.

Perhaps you've had that brush with a world so large

that you seldom or never saw it again.

Jesus. it's the land time forgot.

It's Nora Driggers Dinsmoor.

You wait here. I'm gonna go find out

what they want us to do.

Is it all right if I take a look around?

No. You stay put till I come back.

I mean it.

God knows what's in these weeds.

Nora Driggers Dinsmoor...

the richest lady in the gulf

who had lost her mind 30 years ago

when her fiance left her standing at the altar.

What's your name?

Finn.

Hey, Finn?

Hey!

Come on.

Ha ha ha!

Hey, man, we're out of here.

She slipped me $500 under the door.

Gas money, she called it.

Weirdest thing.

What?

Nothin'. Can I ride with you?

Sure. Just don't sit too close.

You smell like fertilizer.

Really? I do?

Ha ha ha!

Mag?

Maybe you've got the wrong number.

You're not gonna believe where we were--

Yes, well, he just--

did he do something bad?

I'll be glad to.

That sounds really--

You got it.

Ok. 3:00. This Saturday?

and thank you so much, ma'am.

Babe, you are not gonna believe where we were today.

Joe, that was Nora Driggers Dinsmoor.

See, I knew it was too good to be true.

She want her money back?

She wants him. Finn.

The richest lady in the whole goddamn state

calls me on the phone and wants my little brother

to go play with her niece.

Yeah? Why?

Why? She met him. The old bat liked you.

He's a likable kid. He's adorable.

Who knows? Who cares?

Joe, this is a really good thing.

No, no, no. How-- Dinsmoor never even met Finn.

She wouldn't open the door. She slipped this underneath.

What is it? What is it, Joe? God!

You like living here?

You like living here with all the dead people?

What's wrong with the people down here all of a sudden?

I'm tired of working so many extra shifts

to put it back into your boat.

They took away the nets. I can't change that.

Fuck the nets, Joe!

Escaped convict Arthur Lustig was recaptured

earlier this evening by Sarasota police.

This concludes a 4-day, statewide manhunt for Lustig,

the convicted murderer of Gene Valiente.

Valiente, reputed mob boss of the Castellano family

was gunned down in his Bradenton home last Christmas.

Lustig will be returned

to Raiford Penitentiary's Death Row,

where he is scheduled to die

by lethal injection March 16th.

I'm Robin Wagner reporting from...

Holy shit.