Cold Moon Page #5

We're gonna lift you up

out of this grave...

And we're gonna stick

Nathan redfield in your place.

You're still afraid.

Stop it now!

I mean it!

They're coming to get you,

Barbara.

Stop it. You're ignorant...

The store's closing soon.

You want me to go?

'Cause you just finished

off the scotch

and there's no more bourbon.

No, I'll go.

Here he comes now.

I'm getting out of here...

I have to get out anyways.

Johnny! Help me! Help!

Ms. Larkin?

Welcome to pensacola.

It's not much to go on.

But I'll take you on.

Thank you.

I'll request the police

and coroner's reports,

depose the redfields and anyone

else I deem necessary.

Thank you, Mr. harp.

I can't tell you how much

that we really appreciate this.

But... we're gonna

have to talk about

- how much it's gonna cost us.

- This here's pro bono.

Thank you.

Ben?

I left the lights on the scout.

Go turn them off.

Shut the door and lock it.

Now. Go now.

You see anything

out there?

Looks like you ran through

every mud puddle in town.

What happened?

Oh, there was this young girl

on the street throwing things.

Nathan, why don't...

Listen, I need you to help me

do something.

What is it?

Stay here.

Last time we ate out

was when Margaret

graduated eighth grade

and that waiter spilled

that red wine...

All over

my white shirt, yeah.

Oh, Margaret

laughed and laughed.

She got a kick out

of that for weeks.

Yeah.

It's okay, grandma.

I miss her, too.

Help! Help!

Please, help me!

I don't like this.

Who's out there?

Hey!

Are you okay?

What are you doing out here?

Jerry!

Oh!

Oh! Oh!

Nathan,

what are you doing?!

Nathan.

Christ, Nathan, I thought

we were just gonna scare 'em.

They was scared,

all right.

Don't you think?

Get her in the car

before somebody comes.

Up-si-Daisy.

Nathan, why you want

to make me do this?

You're gonna help me

get her in the car

or I'm gonna get rid

of three bodies tonight

all by myself.

Come on, darlin',

get in there.

Oh, please, just don't

make me touch the head.

Watch out, boy,

it might bite ya!

Little help, boy.

One, two...

I don't like any of this.

You didn't tell me...

You can either stay in this car

or get out,

but I don't care,

'cause in ten seconds,

this car is going

off this bluff into the river.

Release the brake

and get out of the car.

And you come around back

and help me

push this thing

over the bluff.

- It's stuck.

- You gotta push.

- All right, ready?

- Go.

- Hold up.

- What?

I forgot the saber.

Oh...

- What now?

- Nothin'.

Nobody's ever

gonna find that car.

You hear that?

Nobody knows.

They can't even figure out

who killed Margaret,

and that was just

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