Dreamcatcher Page #4

Eaver!

You'sve got a fan.

This yours?

Douglas Cavell.

That's your name, right?

I Duddits.

- What?

- I Duddits!

- Duddits?

- Duddits.

Duddits, we got to get you home.

Hey, guys! Come here!

Leave the kid there.

Stand right here, Duddits.

Right here with Scooby, okay?

Jesus Christ bananas!

No way is that

Tina Jean Schlossinger.

Maybe her grandmother.

Good going, Beav.

Holy God. We came all the way

here just for that?

No.

We came for him.

Hey, Pete.

You forgot the dogs.

Weather moving in. Double storm.

Alberta Clipper first, maybe 8 inches...

...with a nor'seaster on its tail.

- Get on back to the cabin, Henry.

- Heading straight there, Mr. G.

- Don'st mess around.

- No, sir.

Easy, fella.

Easy. You'sre okay.

You'sre all right.

Thank God. Thank God.

Gee, thank God!

I'sm lost. I'sve been lost

in the woods since yesterday.

Let's get you inside.

Get you warm.

- How would that be?

- Sure.

Here, let me get that.

- Rick McCarthy.

- Gary Jones. It's Jonesy to everybody.

Our damn cell phones are on the blink

now, so I can'st call for help...

...but our car will be back soon.

I didn'st think I'sd make it.

I lost the folks I was with.

You saved me, that's for sure.

What's that?

It's a dreamcatcher.

Indian charm.

Catches nightmares...

...keeps them away.

Keeps you safe down here.

I'sve had enough nightmares.

Been doing that all night.

I ate some berries in the dark.

I think they must have upset me.

I know what you'sre thinking.

Anyone who drinks at 11 a.m. Needs

to take the cure, but I only do it here.

In the real world, I never

drink till after 5:00...

...and if it ever does,

I'sm on the wagon for life.

Glad to hear it.

What's the matter with you?

About six months ago,

the day Jonesy got hit...

...I did something terrible with a patient.

I humiliated him. Drove him out.

Barry Neiman.

Couple days ago, I saw his picture

in the paper. He ate himself to death.

Mind if I don'st use that story

next time I'sm trying to sell a Mustang?

You were a lead balloon long before

this porker munched his way to eternity.

Thanks. You'sre a real comfort.

You got a real delicate touch to you.

Here you go, Rick, buddy.

That will fix you up.

Jesus Christ bananas!

Some fuckarow this is turning into!

- Thanks a lot, Beav.

- Yeah, I think I got it all.

What happened to you?

Hi. Joe Clarendon.

Call me Beaver.

Rick here had a bad night

in the woods.

Welcome.

- Is that frostbite?

- No, I get the same thing from peanuts.

It's allergy.

Grilled cheese, anyone?

- No, the soup's fine for me, thanks.

- I'sll bite. Sail it over here.

My mother used to feed me

pea soup when I was feeling...

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