Dead and Gone

Synopsis: A struggling actor moves his comatose wife to their isolated cabin, where he begins to have disturbing interactions with the unconscious woman.
85 min

# He was a man #

# Who loved as hard

as he drank... #

Our favorite tune, precious.

Our very own little

baby-making song.

I have to do this, Mary.

You've really left me

no other choice.

You brought this on yourself

by lying with another man.

It's out of my hands.

Hush hush now.

You don't want them

to wake up for it, do you?

I'll make this

as quick as possible.

I promise.

# All his friends #

# Told him she's bad news... #

# He died alone #

# After 40 years

of pain... #

40 years of pain.

# He was gonna hold

her again #

# If there was

any justice in the world #

# He fought right up

to the end #

# And never let go #

# And he followed her

into the grave. #

Bloody hell, what a piece of sh*t.

Still, it's kind of pretty up here.

Yeah, huh?

Way to look on the bright side.

I prefer human company

now and then.

Please tell me you didn't

pay money for this place?

No, I won it in a card game.

- That's everything, yeah?

- Yeah, just need to sign.

What's with the overcharges?

Had to pack it up in the middle

of the night, bro... that's extra.

You guys do one swing shift

and we have to pay 600 bucks?

That's also for being up all night

and driving it all the way up here.

All right...

tell you what,

pay in cash, I'll do you a solid.

For cash, it'll be like we never met.

Yeah, hang on.

Uh, Mr. Wade,

your wife is in the bedroom.

I did her makeup

and I combed down her hair.

Are you sure you can't

stay for a day or two,

just until we get settled in?

I hate to be crass about this,

but you're two weeks

behind already.

Yeah, I understand that,

Nurse Clark.

I used to be a medical student

back in England, remember?

Yes, well, then you should

understand better than most.

I'm sorry we have to let you go.

The insurance money's gone and we can't

- afford to continue on our own.

- Great.

Look, buddy, I'm sorry.

I don't have all day.

Right. It's like

you just said, yeah?

Okay, and while we're

on that subject, pay me.

I'm not running

a charity case here.

Yeah, of course.

Naturally I'd stay,

but I have to get back

into town to catch that bus.

My damn car is still in the shop

from that fender-bender I had last week.

Here, paid in full.

Thank you.

I hate to think of you

and your wife up here alone,

day after day.

Hell, the very idea makes me sad,

- so if more money becomes available...

- We'll call you.

F***ing insurance companies

are robbing us all blind.

- Wanna ride, get in the van.

- Yes, well, goodbye.

Well, it's just me

and you now, Frankie.

Livin' it up like a couple

of major rednecks.

I need to talk to you, Frankie.

I know it won't do me any good,

but I have to try.

I mean, what the hell, right?

At least I know you'll listen

without rolling your eyes.

Damn you, Frankie.

All the crap I've put up with

over the last few years...

being your boy-toy, escorting

you to premieres and parties,

waiting for you to keep

one of your goddamn promises.

I'm sorry to say this,

but we're probably

f***ed this time.

I mean, did you have to

piss away every last dime?

And you think you got the last

word in, didn't you, Frankie?

But you didn't.

I've still got some moves left.

F***ing raccoons.

Christ, what are you gonna do,

shoot me?

Look, if you're not

cooking meth, relax.

I don't give a damn

about moonshine.

When the woods are this dry,

there's a real fire hazard, Moss.

Just cook the silly juice

in your bathtub.

You know, state police

had driven by,

you would have gotten

jail time and a fine.

Give you a break, Moss.

I oughta charge you with attempted

murder of a police officer.

Sorry about your batch,

but that's what you get.

You pull a gun on me again,

I'll shove it up

that hillbilly ass.

Oh. Ah.

What, you've never seen

a lawman before?

Ah, forgive me.

It's okay.

Lady cops are used to it.

And no no,

I'm not a lesbian.

Neither am I.

My name's Jack Wade.

Nice name.

I'm Kate Edison.

You... you a cop or something?

Yeah, or something.

It's a constable really, so...

What does a constable do, Kate?

Well, it's sort of like

being a cop, actually.

Okay, thanks for clearing that up.

Mr. Wade, do you mind if I just turn

around, go back a few hundred yards,

drive back up

and start all over again?

No, that won't be necessary,

Constable Kate.

Okay, then we

start over now, Jack.

Yeah yeah.

I'm sorry if I was rude earlier.

My wife and I have just got here

and we've had

a pretty rough couple of days.

Well, let me welcome you

to Dry Wells, Nevada,

home to the stylish

and contemporary outhouse.

Yeah, it's ridiculous, isn't it?

No comment.

Here's my phone number.

L... I don't have a cell phone.

I mean, if you guys

ever need anything, just call me.

My place is a couple miles

up the 41.

Kate? You there?

Looks like we got us

another poacher up by Ruby Lake.

On my way.

- Top of the morning.

- Ah!

- Do I know you?

- Not yet, Jack.

Word gets around.


Hope you decide to stay a spell.

Trust me,

this place can grow on ya.

I doubt it.

You miss the city...

the noise, the people.

I understand.

But don't ever feel lonely.

Trust me.

You'll always have

lots of company.

Yeah, I got to get back

to my workout.

No offense.

None taken.

- All right.

- See ya around, Jack.

No, I'll hold.

No, I'm f***ing not

calling back again tomorrow.

Tell her she needs

to speak to me now.


Jesus, Peggy, it's about time.

- Where are you?

- Never mind where I am.

- What the hell's going on?

- Nothing good, okay?

I tried my best at the bank,

but Frankie's family convinced

the court to intervene,

so what that means is,

the last of her money is frozen.

- They can't do that, can they?

- They can and they did.

All of it?

Oh, f*** me.

Well, what am I supposed to

do now for money, eh?

Get a job in

the Chippendales in Vegas?

Don't yell at me, okay?

I'm doing the best I can.

Okay. You know I'm sorry.

Yeah, a little gratitude

would be nice.

No, I am grateful.

So how's poor Frankie doing, Jack?

Like a head of cabbage.

I'm really sorry

to hear about that.

Mm, we all know now.

No money, remember?

Listen, Peggy,

as soon as you hear anything

from the IRS,

please call me.


What's up?

Hey, are you from

the Dry Wells Market?

We aim to please.

You can call me Booger.

Do I have to?

What's your major malfunction?

You scared the sh*t out of me.

Don't sneak up like that.

Whe... where you want these?

Just put 'em on the porch.

It's no big deal, man.

I'll put 'em inside.


Just put 'em on

the f***ing porch, okay?

- Name's Booger.

- Whatever.

Have your boss put

a tip on my tab.

He ain't my boss,

he's my big brother.

And you can call him "Moss. "

You shouldn't be up here.

I can handle myself.

- You got a gun?

- None of your damn business.

Folks say this place is evil.


Now thanks for the groceries,

but I'm in the middle of something.

You only think you're alone.

Excuse me?

This place has a history.

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Harry Shannon

Harry Shannon (born December 4, 1948) is an American novelist, songwriter and entertainer. He was born Harry Rivard Siebert in Reno, Nevada, to Dr. William L. Siebert and Belle Elizabeth (née) Cazier. He has a brother, Dwight W. Siebert, and a sister, Marsha Desiderio. Shannon was married from 1978 to 1988 to Swiss singer Suzanne Klee. In 1994 he married songwriter Wendy Kramer. They have one child, Paige Emerson Shannon, born 1999. Raised in Reno, Shannon moved to Pomona, California in the late 1950s, where he attended Ganesha High School. After graduation, he joined the singing group The Kids Next Door, touring colleges around the US, playing casino and show rooms and performing on variety television shows. He was also a member of The Back Porch Majority and did commercials for Ford Motor Company with The Going Thing.Shannon signed with ATV Music Group in 1975 and eventually became Executive Director of the company. He co-wrote a number of songs recorded by artists such as Eddy Arnold (Cowboy), Reba McEntire (Small Two Bedroom Starter), Engelbert Humperdinck (Love You Back To Sleep), and Glen Campbell (Why Don't We Just Sleep On It Tonight). During this period he collaborated extensively with Emmy winner Billy Goldenberg, and was nominated for an Emmy Award for his lyrics to the 1982 song "Just a Little More Love" from the CBS TV film "The Gift of Life." Shannon and Klee recorded six duet albums and performed at a number of concerts and on television shows in Switzerland from 1979 through 1995. Mr. Shannon was also Vice President, Music for Carolco Pictures, Inc. from 1988 to 1992, working on motion pictures such as Terminator 2: Judgment Day, Rambo III, Red Heat, Mountains of the Moon and several television films. After leaving Carolco, he was Music Supervisor on the hit films Basic Instinct and Universal Soldier. He left the entertainment business and has an MA in Psychology from Newport University. Harry Shannon is now a counselor in private practice in Studio City, California. Many of his clients are entertainment professionals. He began writing fiction in 2001. His short stories have been published in Cemetery Dance and a number of other magazines. more…

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