Needful Things

You're asking the wrong guy.
I don't understand anyone anymore.

You want the knife or the cleaver?
I can't believe somebody
didn't hear or see something.

- Morning, Norris.
- Nice of you to drop by, Deputy Ridgewick.

Went by Nettie's again this morning.
Found this in the alley behind her house.

Yeah. I bet Wilma could've
done the job on the dog...

...with that knife, all right.
Congratulations, Deputy. Nice work.
Run it for prints.

- I'll bet you 10-to-1 they're not Wilma's.
- Why not?

I mean, it figures, if Nettie threw
the apples, Wilma must've killed the dog.

'Cause Nettie didn't throw those apples.
Would you go to someone to kill him...

...and spend a half hour
breaking their windows first?

If Nettie didn't throw those apples,
who did?

Maybe the same person
who killed the damn dog.

- Where you going?
- I'm gonna pay Brian Rusk a visit.

I want you to canvass the neighborhood.
Somebody must've seen something.

I'm not shitting you. The most disgusting
murder I've seen in my six years.

Even worse than the lady
with the meat grinder.

- I don't want to hear.
- Hello, sheriff's department.

- I'm sorry, Father. He's not here right now.
- Is this for me?

I'll tell him. Thank you.
I have no idea what that is, Norris.

It looks like a present, Norris.
Why don't you go and open it?

Shit! Goddamn it! Get it off!
- Get it off!
- Hold still, Norris.

- Shit!
- There's a note come with it.

- Let me see that.
- "Crip space is all yours now. "

Buster. That son of a bitch!
- Damn!
- Should've read the card first.