Toxin Page #2
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Your duffel bag's by the door
next to your mail
from last week.
- (sighs) Okay. (grunts)
(sighs)
What's this?
(sighs)
- When was the last
time you talked to her?
- Two years ago.
Maybe more.
(sighs) She doesn't have
a house phone, you know.
She doesn't have email.
She lives out in the
middle of nowhere.
The only way to contact
- Dean, it's okay.
- Hey, you guys ready to go?
- No.
- Adjusting to civilian
life not going so well or?
- My grandmother's farm
needs a major overhaul
or else the Mentryville D.A.
is going to kick
her out on her ass.
- Well, why don't we
stop by on the way?
I'm sure the rest of
the group won't mind.
(car engine rumbling)
- We gotta get back there.
Next time, we'll
ditch the friends.
Hey guys, let's
stop for supplies.
(somber orchestral music)
- (sighs)
- How's the nest?
- Quiet.
- Good.
Make sure it stays that way.
- Got it.
- Dean, what the hell is that?
- [Dean] It's a mine.
Got tunnels running
underground all over the place.
- Cool.
- That's it up ahead.
- [Izzy] I'm not getting
any service out here.
I can't do anything.
- [Travis] It's called
romantics, sweetpea.
- [Izzy] What are you doing?
- [Travis] Checking
to see if (inaudible)
- Are you okay?
- I don't remember it this way.
- [Travis] What a dump.
- [Dean] It's worse
than I thought.
- It's not that bad.
- Seems like a lot of work.
- It's nothing we can't handle.
- Where, where's the towels?
(footsteps)
Maybe she's not here.
- This is my house and I'll
do as I please with it.
- [Dean] Gram?
Grandma? Grandma?
Gram, it's Dean.
- Dean?
- [Dean] Remember?
- (gasps) You're a man, now.
Oh, my. (gasps)
Oh! Dean. (sighs)
- I brought some
friends to help.
- Oh, all that nonsense
with the health inspectors,
pish posh!
I'll... I'll just sweep
off the porch again
and they'll move on.
If I had known you were coming
I'd have tidied up a bit.
I'm something of a packrat,
but, um, please come in.
You all must be thirsty.
Dean, you remember
where the kitchen is?
- Yeah, yeah. I
sure do, Grandma.
(footsteps)
(low somber music)
- Whoa, this is worse
than the hoarders on T.V.
- Izzy!
- I'm sorry, you know it's true.
- Come on, you guys.
With all of us we can get
- Always a cheerleader, Rhonda.
I'm with Izzy, guys.
When can we jet?
- Travis, don't be a
douche, we just got here.
Okay, that's something.
You know what, not that I
have a preference for living--
- Can you guys please stop
complaining and be a friend?
(low brooding music)
- [Dr. Locke] Yeah.
- She's got company.
- How many?
- [Renner] Six.
- Uh, can we speed
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