Carjacked Page #4

you know that.

It's strange, 'cause a guy

with a deadly firearm in your car...

I thought I set

the ground rules for you.

But your mom... she's a bit...

loopy.

She's forgetting some details.

- I was just trying to...

- Well, now you're a little fuzzy

on the details, so what I want to do

is start over and lay them out for you.

As long as I'm in this car,

there's gonna be no more crying,

lying or chit-chat.

You understand me?

Fine. You're just not

understanding what I'm sa...

Uh-uh, that sounds like chit-chat,

Lorraine.

We just covered that.

If you take me where I gotta go

and you don't lie,

everything's gonna be fine.

You and your boy will be safe.

This is what we call

a little grace period

and it starts now.

What have you got

in that pocket there?

What?

Now don't play innocent

with me, Lorraine.

In your little pocket.

What?

Oh. I... I quit.

I'm trying to quit.

- Sorry, buddy.

- It's okay, Mom.

- Have one. It will calm your nerves.

- No. No, thank you.

- How about you, bud?

- No.

I'm kidding.

You're not gonna be a smoker.

It's a horrible habit.

What?

You're a beautiful woman.

You seem a little sad though.

I bet you clean up real nice.

Looks like we're running out

of gas.

So why don't we stop?

We've got a long trip ahead of us.

Well, as you have seen,

I don't have a dime.

- Yeah, no sh*t.

- Mommy.

Sorry. That's two strikes for Roy.

I'm sorry.

I'm rather flush at the moment,

so it shouldn't be a problem.

Let's get some gas.

Hi.

Let's go to that diner over there.

- Are you hungry, bud?

- Pardon me.

I'll get you whatever you want.

What do you like?

I want chocolate milk.

Chocolate milk, huh?

Let's go over here, Lorraine.

And pie... he likes pie.

That's a lot of sugar, but okay.

Let's get some burgers too, huh,

with some pickles, some ketchup?

Can I still have

the chocolate milk?

Sure. I told you,

whatever you want.

I have to go to the bathroom.

Come on, buddy.

Okay, well, Chad is gonna...

he's gonna stay with me.

We're gonna order our food,

right, bud?

Be quick, all right?

Come sit with me, bud.

Lorraine, we'll be right here,

so hurry up, okay?

Oh my God.

Sh*t.

You want a pork rind?

Don't hurt my mom.

- I'm not gonna hurt your mom.

- Are you listening?

I'm listening to you.

I'm not gonna hurt you or your mom.

You've just got to do what I say

a little longer.

Hancock... near Hancock.

Off Highway 61.

I need some help, please.

- What city, please?

- I don't know what city.

Can you speak louder?

I can't hear you.

What?

Hold on.

- You play baseball or what?

- Tee ball.

Tee ball? What position?

You don't know?

Your dad never told you?

What's he doing... this guy?

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