Blood Ransom Page #2

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In a storage room in the back.

Jeremiah Rose made us do it.

He's there with her right now.

You're a weak man, aren't you?

Well, I don't want to die.

But you're already dead inside, can't you see that?

There are all these dead people walking the earth...

Some of them right here in West Covina,

And they fight so hard to stay alive inside.

You, on the other hand,

have the gift of life,

but inside, you're nothing.

[Whimpering]

...on earth as it is in heaven.

They kingdom come, they will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

Do you believe in god, Oliver Mendia?

[Crying]

Give us this day our daily bread...

Answer me!

I believe my soul will be saved.

Well, you're wrong.

I don't believe in god.

I didn't ask you.

-Do you want me to ask you?

-No.

I'm gonna take you back.

No.

I don't care what happens to me.

Me.

-I care about what happens to me.

-I'm gonna take you...

No!

I can't go to a hospital.

I can't go back.

Please.

Please, just help me get out of here.

Roman will come after us.

And Bill?

-[Car alarm]

-He's all ready here.

Don't fight him.

Don't ever fight him.

We have to go.

Come on.

[Engine stalling]

F***. Sh*t.

[Engine revving]

[Phone ringing]

Hello.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, yeah, okay.

Is something wrong, hon?

Yeah, something's wrong.

I had the blood test done.

Why didn't you tell me last night?

I don't know.

It was your birthday, Jeremiah was here.

-I didn't wanna...

-What did the doctor say?

He said he wants to see us together.

That doesn't sound good.

I know.

I have this odd feeling.

Look at this sh*t.

Lord have mercy.

It's a goddamn shame.

You know any of these boys?

No.

I thought all you flips knew each other.

I sure hope you ain't fixing to make none of that

Nasty-ass dinuguan sh*t y'all...

Somebody wanna help him up?

[Police radio chatter]

CSI this sh*t here.

You got it? All right.

Everybody move.

-Hey, you a mess, boy.

-Give me your hand.

Watch out.

What you got?

Nothing.

Hmm. All right.

Well, let's just roll on out then.

Come on.

Let's go.

Please, Daniel, get that out of here.

What are the prints?

One is the deceased, Oliver Mendia.

The other belongs to a California resident who was arrested

for drunk driving six years ago,

Jeremiah Rose.

And, you know, I found what I thought was blood,

but I couldn't find a match.

I couldn't even find a type.

I don't know what else it could be.

Ange, I need a big solid.

Keep those prints on Rose

between us until I tell you, cool?

[Knocking]

Arnie.

We're closed.

Dude, come on, man.

I need your help.

Arnie, don't answer the door, don't pick up the phone,

don't talk to anyone.

[Arnie] man, I mean, look at this chick.

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