After.life Page #3

Let me out!

May I help you?

- Eliot Deacon?

- Yes.

Paul Coleman.

Of course, the lawyer.

It's a small town.

In my line of work you get

to know everyone eventually.

I'm Anna Taylor's fianc.

That's strange. She wasn't

wearing an engagement ring.

Well, not quite fianc.

Mr. Coleman,

I am so sorry for your loss.

- I'd like to see her.

- I'm afraid

the viewing isn't

until Thursday evening.

I need to see her right now,

please, if that's possible.

I'm sorry it's not possible.

You're not family.

- Please give me five minutes.

- I do understand, Mr. Cole...

You don't understand!

You don't understand.

Paul?

- Paul, Paul!

- Paul:
It's my fault.

I'm down here.

Please,

please let me just see her.

There really is nothing I can do.

I'm so sorry.

Let me out!

Paul!

Who was that?

No one.

No one?

- It was Paul.

- I know.

I heard you talking to him.

Why wouldn't you

let him see me?

Did you love him?

That's none of your business.

You weren't gonna tell me

he was here, were you?

No.

- Why?

- Because it would only hurt you.

You have to let go of the living

just as they have to let go of you.

Anna:

I don't believe you.

Why are you doing this to me?

You're all the same.

You all blame me for your death

- as if it were my fault.

- No,

you drugged me so my mother...

Others, they just see you

as a dead body on the slab.

Only I can see you as you really are.

You're a lunatic.

You're crazy.

You're completely crazy.

I don't have time for this.

I'm a busy man.

Oh, I nearly forgot.

How tall are you?

Why?

I need to know your height

for your coffin.

Let's say 5'3" then.

Wait. No.

Mr. Coleman, I heard

about your girlfriend.

I'm sorry.

Is Tom in?

The captain just stepped out.

He won't be long.

You can wait in his office

if you want.

Um, no, thanks.

I'll just grab a drink.

Piece of sh*t.

Are you okay?

Yeah. No, I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I just found out.

I'm so sorry, man. Look,

if there's anything you need at all...

- I need to see Anna.

- What do you mean?

The funeral director said I couldn't

see her because I wasn't family.

Please talk to him, Tom.

You know, pull some strings

or show him your badge

or something.

I can't do that, Paul.

I f***ed up, man.

Are you sure you're okay?

Huh? Yeah.

I always f*** everything up.

Oh God.

I don't want to die.

Who was she?

Mrs. Whitehall.

You shouldn't be afraid of her.

The dead can't harm the dead.

But I'm not dead!

Stay where you are.

Give me the scissors.

I only want to help you.

I'll kill you.

I swear to God I will kill you.

Go ahead.

Go on.

What are you waiting for?

Look,

I'm breathing.

I'm breathing.

Maybe I was in some kind of coma

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