Lurking Fear

- Okay, don't panic and you'll be fine.

Just let the weapon do the work.

Oh, Leigh, this is ridiculous.

I've never handled a gun before in my life.

I'll probably end up shooting myself

in the foot or something.

To keep you safe.

Always.

Look.

Look.

What about you?

You wrote me and said

you were too scared to stay.

That's why I came to this place.

We are leaving,

but not tonight.

She's not scared of anything.

- Well, let's just get outta here.

We'll walk you to town

and we'll take the last flight out.

No chance.

It's too dangerous outside at night.

Not as dangerous as having a loaded pistol

around a baby.

Shut up, Katherine.

I know what I'm doing.

We're trapped here tonight.

The flood channels cut us off, Kat.

- That's okay, 'cause I called a cab.

Oh really?

I cancelled it.

Perfect.

- I'm sorry, we're not in San Francisco here.

Katherine, it will be all right.

It'll be just fine.

- You know, you keep telling me that,

and then you give me one of Dad's

Vietnam souvenirs

and you tell me to just pull the trigger.

I don't think that's all right.

Do your crazy sister a favor

and just hold onto it, okay?

Just to make me feel better.

About what?

- I don't want anything to happen to my baby.

It's after midnight.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, honey.

I'm sorry.

Storms always make me afraid.

Katherine!

Get away from my baby

you son of a bitch.

Take her!

Oh my God.

Okay.

Okay, okay.

Are you all right?

Four years dead

for something I didn't do.

The judge said I was a Martense

and that enough was alone to convict me of anything.

But now I was out.

And no family, no prospects.

Nothing to look forward to at all

except an invitation from a petty thief

who used to run with my father.

He had something for me.

Thieves stick together I guess.

Sidney.

Sidney, Sidney.

What happened?

I'll tell you one thing, Sid,

you look much better now

than you ever did when you were alive.

So don't worry, be happy.

Very nice.

I hope I'm not interrupting

a beautiful, personal moment.

You are, but what the hell?

Hey, old buddy.

- Hey, I heard you did pretty good, kid.

I wasn't anybody's bitch.

- Oh, come on, you don't gotta tell me that.

How you feeling?

- I have to check with a parole officer

every other day.

I can't take out a bank loan

and I can't vote,

but I feel pretty damn good.

Yeah, I know.

I know.

You're still wearin' your con shoes.

You know, they sent over a couple of pair

for old Sid here.

Couldn't decide whether he wanted to be buried

in his oxfords or his loafers.

Maybe they're your size.

- Whoa, hey, I'll buy my own shoes, Knaggs.

Thanks.

Yeah,

and you're gonna be able to afford 'em now.

Did you bring it with ya?

Yeah.

Good.

- Can't say that I know what the hell it is.

Leffert's corners.

Yeah, it's a nut

and about 200 miles south of here.

Your Dad really liked the bar down there.

That's not news, Knaggs.

So what is this?

Floor plans of the pool tables?

Naw, it's a cemetery.

And in that cemetery

is buried a guy who is stuffed

with money.

Bullshit.

- Hey, this is your family legacy, kid.

Your dad buried that guy

just before he got sent away.

- So how do you know that it's there?

Because I stuffed the stiff.

Now, I didn't exactly count the dough, you understand,

but let me put it this way,

if you were to stand this guy up,

he'd be pissing thousand dollar bills.

Your old man asked me to hang onto this for you.

- Attica sent me his personal effects.

Mine was in a birthday card

that was never mailed.

Let's face it, kid.

You and your dad don't exactly qualify

for family of the year.

But in a way, this kind of makes that up.

Hey, I just did five years.

I don't plan on spending the rest of my life in prison.

So what are you gonna do?

Walk away from this?

Hey, that's fine with me,

but I gotta tell you,

your old man set this up

so you wouldn't end up like him.

So what's your end, specs?

- Well, I figure my half of the map

is worth uh,

a neat 20 percent.

Of course, now that I know where it is...

You'll take it all.

- I don't need your fuckin' permission.

Now I'm just tryin' to do right

by an old friend at Christmas.

All right?

- What do you say you knock off early?

You take us a little ride.

Yeah, I'd like that, but uh,

I gotta hang around here.

Somebody's gonna come to pick up old Sid.

Why don't you go on ahead?

I'll catch up with you later.

- You're sure no one else knows about this?

- Naw, I ain't seen them scumbags

in over five years.

Your dad was gonna protect you.

Even now.

I'll see you tonight, buddy.

Okay.

Oh, and uh, specs,

bring your own shovel.

Goddamn.

Bastards.

Got a little surprise for you tonight.

Hold her still.

Give her something.

The last of the codeine

and the heal of a bottle of bourbon

are inside her right now.

I'm sorry, doc.

Oh, forget it.

I'd be screamin' my head off, believe me.

- I couldn't even see what it was.

It was just on me all of a sudden.

And, and then,

I felt the blood in my mouth.

You'll be all right.

You're fine.

Listen, now that's just not too deep, all right.

Listen, Beth,

the first thing you gotta do

is just pack this away.

Healing starts from the inside, right.

- But isn't this what everybody does?

I mean, the ones who've lived through it.

Lie still now.

I think you're gonna be all right now.

One more.

Thanks.

Good.

You just lay there and you try to relax.

How many did you get?