Exhuming 'The Messengers' Page #5

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We're only a couple of days away. Please.

- Mom, these things attacked me.

- Enough!

God. The doctor said

your cuts look self-inflicted.

That's what he said. That you did this!

You actually think that I would do this

to myself?

Why won't you believe me?

How can we, Jess?

Tell me!

I mean,

we thought you put this all behind you.

Why do you keep

blaming everything on me?

You never listen to me.

And what? We're supposed to pretend like

we're some big happy family again?

I can't do that.

Jess!

Let her go.

Maybe coming here was a mistake.

Don't second-guess yourself, Roy.

Why not? Everybody else around here does.

Don't attack me over this.

I should have sold.

- Damn it.

- What?

Right after we got here,

there was another offer on the place.

We would have made our money back,

plus another 15%.

And you didn't even mention this to me?

How could I?

You would have taken the offer on the spot.

So you make this decision

without even telling me?

I held this family together for two years

while you were looking for a job.

And then I come all the way out here

when you decided this was the answer.

And now we had another option

and you didn't even tell me about it?

You held this family together?

Is that why you and Jess can't even be in

the same room for more than five minutes?

No wonder the girl's a mess.

Damn, Denise. Denise, I'm sorry.

Damn it.

Damn.

Everything okay, Roy?

No matter what I do,

I can't keep this family together.

Hey. You all right?

Do you want a ride?

So where are we going?

Feed store.

Why?

Bobby, I'm gonna tell you something.

And I need you to believe me,

because nobody else does.

Okay.

I don't think the Rollins just up and left.

What are you talking about, Jess?

I think something really terrible

happened to them.

I think they're dead. I've seen them.

You've seen ghosts?

- Have you talked to your parents?

- I've tried but they won't listen to me.

Why?

Back in Chicago, I messed up.

Like, six months ago, my mom was picking

up my dad from the airport.

And his flight was late,

so she called to see if I could

pick up my little brother

from the babysitter's house.

And I should have told her

that I'd been drinking with my friends but...

I mean, it wasn't like

I was wasted or anything,

and I thought I was okay to drive.

But we got in a wreck,

and Ben had to go to the hospital.

And he hasn't talked since then.

I mean, they just haven't let it go yet.

Everybody makes mistakes, Jess.

Yeah.

Your sister's going to be okay.

Right, Benny?

Say, "Right, Mama. "

What are you pointing at, Ben?

What do you see?

What does it look like?

What the hell?

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