When I was still just a kid, I remember my father telling me what he thought that it took for a man to be happy. Simple things, really. A wife he loves, a decent job, friends and neighbors who like and respect him. And for a while there, without hardly even realizing it, I had all that. I was a happy man.
There are days when I manage not to think of anything at all. Not the money… Or the murders… Or Jacob. Days when Sarah and I try to pretend we’re just like everyone else… as if none of it ever happened. Those days are few and far between.
Why would… why would anyone believe it? I mean… let’s just think about this. If you and I both go into Carl’s office tomorrow afternoon and we both claimed the other one killed Dwight Stephanson who do you think he’s going to believe, huh? You? A 40 year old unemployed high school drop-out who’s proud of people calling him the town drunk or me? I’ve got a job. I don’t get drunk and… and scream obscenities at my wife in public, I don’t pass out on other people’s doorways. I wonder who he’s going to believe. Yeah… now we’re all back in the same boat again. Isn’t that right Jacob?
You seem to have forgotten we’re all in this together.
You gonna start playing big brother now teaching me how to drink my whiskey?
Nobody gets hurt by us keeping it. I mean, that’s what, that’s what makes it a crime, doesn’t it? Somebody getting hurt?
Yeah, but nobody’s gonna get caught. The money is the only evidence that we’ve done something wrong. We sit on it, we see what happens. If somebody comes searching for it, then we just burn it and that will be that. There’s no risk. We’ll always be in control.
Like the one to take the money back to the plane, and we end up killing Stephanson. Or maybe the one where we tape Lou and two more people end up dead. Is that the sort of plan you’re thinking of? Well, I’ve got a plan! I’m taking the money back right now, all of it!
