Charlie St. Cloud Page #2

l'm not gonna ditch you.

Cheer up, man.

Not an option.

You got one second

to cheer up.

You're lucky that

wasn't my throwing arm.

Or what?

l'd have to kick your ass.

Hey, what are you doing?

Ow! My nose!

Shut your window, man.

l feel a draft.

Dude. Watch it, punk.

Calm down, l'm driving!

l'm driving, l'm driving!

Sam! l'm driving!

Come on.

Charlie?

Mom's gonna kill us!

Don't worry,

l'll take the blame.

God, l hurt so much.

What's that?

They're looking for us.

Who?

l don't know.

Whatever happens, please,

just don't leave me, okay?

l won't.

Charlie.,. Charlie!

l won't.

Charlie!

please don't leaye me!

I won't!

Give it up,

The kid's flatlined.

He's a lost cause.

There's no such thing

as a lost cause, Quiet.

Come on. Come on.

My word.

Thank you, Jude.

Hey, Hey. Hey.

Welcome back.

Where was l?

lt's okay.

Where was l?

You've just got to relax.

Where's Sam?

Everything's okay,

but you gotta stay still.

Where's Sam?

You got

to stay still. Okay?

Shh, Everything's okay.

Sam?

Hey, Sam?

Sam! Sam?

You've got to rest.

Come on, come on.

Sam! Sam!

No! No!

No, please! Stop! No!

That's my brother! Sam!

l can't leave him.

l can't leave him.

Oh, my God,

l'm sory, Sam!

No! Sam! l'm sorry, Sam.

Dispatch, be advised, 351-BT,

from fatality accident.

One conscious, one DOA.

Through our Lord,

Jesus Christ.

God, whose mercies

cannot be numbered,

accept our prayers

on behalf of the soul

of thy servant departed

and grant him an entrance

into the land

of light and joy.

and the fellowship

of thy saints,

through Jesus Christ,

our Lord,

Most merciful Father

who has been pleased

to take unto thyself

the soul of this thy servant,

grant to us, who are

still in our pilgrimage

and who walk as

yet by faith.,.

Charlie.

in glory everlasting,...

through Jesus Christ,

our Lord.

Amen.

Charlie?

lf you want to drop

the glove in now?

l can't.

Charlie.

l'm sory. l've got to go.

Don't.

You're late.

l thought we had a deal.

We do.

We do have a deal.

We meet here evey day

at sunset cannons.

promise?

l promise.

l promise.

Good morning,

Quincy. This is meteorologist

Banner Gwynne.

Now, for all you

sallors out there,

we have green flag wind

conditions this afternoon,

so today is the day to

get out on the water.

You all right, boss man?

Right. So them

geese are back,

and they've done nasty things

to my grass again.

And they've crapped

over every headstone

in the whole place.

That one's the leader, Him.

Hmm, Do the best

you can with the grass.

Yeah, well, the best

l can do is to shoot

the buggers, Charlie.

You want to run

around Seaside with

a rifle, Alistair?

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