Suspension Page #2

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wants to talk, I'm here.

Okay. Thank you, Sheriff.

Well, uh, take care tonight.

Yes, sir.

10-45 at Exit 36 on Highway 5.

Mom?

Mom?

Oh, my God. What time is it?

Oh. I set the alarm. I'm sure I did.

I'm sorry.

I was supposed to pick you up.

That's okay.

The sheriff gave me a ride again.

Well, that was nice of him.

- I think he likes you.

- Aw...

- Oh, no.

- What?

Hold on.

Hey. Can you put him on?

Darryl, come on. Please.

I can't, not tonight.

You don't understand. I need to be...

I told you weeks ago.

Well, can't Lisa cover?

No...

You wouldn't.

Okay. I'll come...

Yeah, fine. Okay.

Mom, I'm fine. Don't worry about it.

You sure?

Aw. I love you.

- I gotta get ready.

- Okay.

Hey.

It's just the two of us

again tonight.

Are you sure you're gonna be okay?

We'll be fine, Mom.

I'm sorry.

So. What do you want to do tonight?

Jeremy.

All right.

I guess this is what you'd call

dominating the dominatrix.

Yeah. I see.

Lifted her up and just put her

on there, right?

Yeah, totally. Wow. Apparently.

Boss?

- He know anything?

- I don't think so.

Said he just found them there.

You move anything, Alec?

No, Sheriff, never.

Vera and I, we watch TV.

How about you? Touch anything?

No way. I follow procedure.

I evacuated the premises,

secured the perimeter.

All right then. Let's check it out.

I guess she bit off more

than she could chew.

- Where's the other one?

- He's down over there.

Oh. Totally cool.

Seriously, I never thought I'd get to see

anything like this.

Did you ever see that movie with the, uh,

vet and the pitchfork?

Just... Stop talking now.

Try the strap.

Whoa. He's not dead yet.

Hold on, fella. We're gonna help you.

He's lost a lot of blood.

You pull that out now,

he's a goner for sure.

Get on the radio and get Harry over here.

He-He...

He's out there.

He-He's out there.

It's okay. Calm down. It's gonna be okay.

No.

No. It isn't.

Oh. Damn.

Thank you.

Shh. Do you hear that?

How'd that get out there?

Get the bucket.

Sorry.

I don't think we'll be able

to patch it up this time.

You really like the story, huh?

It's not scary for you?

Because it gets worse.

I'm warning you.

You ain't seen nothing yet.

All right, but don't say I didn't warn you.

This sick bastard went

on a spree 10 years ago...

and killed eight people... including

his own son... with a claw hammer.

I give you Tom Hanson.

Why'd you stop?

- I know who this is.

- Who?

And, if it's him,

I know where he's headed.

Yeah?

He's gonna finish the job.

The FBI will be here in the morning.

It'll all be over by then.

This ends tonight.

- Hello?

- Hey!

- How's it going?

- Fine.

I'm at Frank's party.

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