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the a**hole who woke me up?

Everything that you thought

was rued shall recede!

We shall be rassled down!

The walls that keep you,

the woman beside you...

God, it's beautiful.

Scarlett.

- Scarlett?

- Ah!

Scarlett.

- Can you turn around?

- What?

Stop the car! Stop!

What is it? What's going on?

I don't know, it's like I feel

like I'm being crushed

and then...

like, then next I'm falling

1,000 feet from the sky.

We... We need a doctor.

I don't think

there's a doctor for this.

What do you mean?

I think we just have to go back.

What?

Let's make it to the next town.

No, the further away I get,

the worse it gets.

Further...

Sh*t.

Please.

OK, I'm turning around.

Isn't that the church

from the TV?

Go. Drive.

Drive! Go!

I'm sorry, OK?

I don't know what to say.

Is there anything

I can do to help?

No. I think I just need to rest.

OK.

You rest, I'll just sit here

until you fall asleep.

No, you don't have to do that.

It's sweet. You should just go.

Go downstairs, have a beer.

Go on, go. I need to sleep.

I don't feel good.

El Rancho?

Hang on a second.

It's for you.

Hello?

Alex.

Hello?

Alex.

Scarlett?

I think I know him.

Who? The guy on TV?

I know how it sounds.

Scarlett.

I think he's trying

to tell me something.

Something important.

Jesus, I forgive my children...

Alex...

I don't know why

I feel so crazy.

I just feel like

I know this town.

So let's just go.

Let's get out of here.

We'll be in LA by morning.

OK.

- Scarlett?

- Oh, Alex.

Oh, my head.

It feels like

it's going to explode.

Scarlett, just...

We have to go back.

I don't want you to worry.

We're going to find a doctor

tomorrow for you.

Call someone and get someone

to come out here and pick us up.

Promise me.

We'll get out of here tomorrow.

Promise.

All I need is some sunshine

All I need

Front desk,

can I help you?

Hello. I wanted to see

if I had any messages.

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

Scarlett?

- Hello?

- You only lost your girl.

Well, I tell you what.

It seems only right

I should help you find her.

- Who is this? What the f***?

- What a thing to say.

Here I am,

trying to be neighborly.

I may be the only one

who understands you

- in this godforsaken town.

- I don't know who you are or...

Just a man, Alex.

What do you want? Tell me.

Let's start with you telling me

your particulars.

- What does she look like?

- What?

I hear she's a real looker.

Don't let the red cross

fool you.

She ain't fit to...

of the Lord.

Of course,

maybe she's sleepwalking,

like a detached witness,

as if she's watching a movie

or listening to the radio.

Is that girl a sleepwalker,

Alex?

Where are you?

In there.

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