Blood Rage Page #3

(Sighs)

Brad, are you're almost done?

I wanna a slice of turkey.

I'm getting there, I'm getting there.

All right, hurry up.

Listen, let's just pretend

that nothing's happened.

I just don't wanna spoil things.

I mean, it is Thanksgiving,

and everyone's been looking

forward to the dinner so much.

Anybody else need more turkey?

No. I'm pretty good. Thanks.

- For a minute.

- Very nice.

Everything OK?

Hot bread, everybody!

Looks like you're getting a chance

to meet the rest of the family.

My psychotic brother just escaped.

(Andrea) Terry, is something really wrong

with him or is he just a little loonie?

- (Beth) Andrea!

- Just asking, Mom.

Would you pass the green beans, please?

- Brad?

- Oh, the green beans, yeah, sure.

Thanks.

Gee, this looks good, Mom.

(Exhales)

Come here, you.

It's been a long day.

Time for you to get off your feet.

Why don't you get out of here

and I'll finish up?

I think everything went very well.

The turkey was perfect.

(Door opens)

I'm sorry. I can't now.

(Door closes)

I mean, Terry's in the next room

and Todd's out there all alone.

I'm just so worried.

What if he comes here?

Hey, hey, don't worry. I'll be here.

- We'll handle it.

- (Sniffling)

I'm sorry. Guess I'm just

a little nervous. That's all.

Maybe, if I straighten the place

up a little, I'll feel better.

That's what I am gonna do.

- I'm gonna just straighten the place up.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, babe.

It's OK. I mean, he's probably

hiding in a closet back at school.

So, relax. OK?

Oh, Brad.

I'm so glad you're here.

(Doorbell ringing)

- Hey!

- I got him, Doc.

(Dr Berman) Put that gun down.

It's his twin. Can't you see?

You are Terry, aren't you?

Don't worry about the gun.

It's only a tranquiliser gun.

Now, listen. I'm Dr Berman,

I'm from the institute,

- I want to see your mother.

- Dr Berman!

- Did you find him?

- No, I haven't even looked yet.

What's that gun?

It's OK, Mom.

Hey, hey. I'm Brad King.

I'm the manager here.

Maybe I can be of some help.

(Dr Berman) Yes.

Would you please help me?

Sure. Uh, listen, I'm gonna take care of them

and I'll be down in my office.

Now, you stay here

and don't worry, I won't be long.

OK, but just don't be long.

- I won't.

- OK.

Take care of your mother. Come on.

(Man) Nice place you got here, Mr King.

Were you around when the

Simmons kid first turned into a wacko?

Come on, Mom. It's all right.

- (Dr Berman) Let me do the talking.

- It's all right.

(Man) OK, Dr B. Sorry.

Sorry, Mr King.

Now, how can I help you?

You can tell me where I should start looking.

OK. We got about 1 0 acres here.

Now, if he were on the grounds,

he would probably be hiding

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