Eye of the Tiger Page #3

Yeah.

Listen, Jen and I don't need this.

We don't need it.

You're the one who wants

to stay here, not me.

Yeah.

Buck, please.

Please, please.

Okay. Get Jen

and let's pack some things.

You mean it?

Yeah.

Yes, I mean it.

Yeah, I mean it.

I mean it.

Just go now, okay, honey?

Go now. Pack some things.

Christie!

Mommy!

Mommy!

Mommy! Mommy!

Daddy!

Daddy!

Christie!

Buck!

Help me!

Buck, help me!

Help!

Daddy! Daddy!

Buck!

No!

Dr. Holden.

call the hospital operator.

Dr. Holden...

Dr. Adams...

You don't mind

if I pray with you, Buck?

No.

We are praying

for the souI of your wife?

No, father.

What for, then?

I'm praying for vengeance.

Hello, operator?

I'd like to make a collect call

to area code 3-0-5...

My name is Buck Matthews.

Hello, Jamie?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's me.

I'm really hurtin'

and I need a little help.

I'm not too heavy for you, am I?

No, not at all.

Though I can't tell you

how gratefuI I am for what you did.

That's okay.

Okay. Okay, Hank, this is picture.

Let's do it now.

Easy now.

That's nice.

- Thanks again.

- You're welcome.

You in?

Yeah.

You take care of yourself.

And so Buck Matthews,

A man who has lost so much.

goes home...

Roscoe!

...and makes us wonder about

the quality of our local law enforcement.

Let's go back

to the beginning.

Let's go back

to the night of August...

Sh*t.

LocaI law enforcement.

I'll show her

law enforcement.

Since almighty God

has called our sister Christie

from this life to Himself,

we commit her body to the earth

from which it was made.

Christ was the first

to rise from the dead,

and we know that He will raise up

our mortaI bodies

to be like his in glory.

We commend our sister to the Lord.

May the Lord receive her

into His peace

and raise up her body un...

Let us pray for our sister

to our Lord Jesus Christ,

who said,

"I am the resurrection

and the life.

"The man who believes in me

will live even if he dies,

"and every living person

who puts his faith in me

will never suffer eternaI death. "

Lord, You wept at the death

of Lazarus, Your friend.

Comfort us in our sorrow.

We ask this in faith.

They're all over the place like ants

in the manufacturing business.

That cheap stuff... crack...

shipping it all over America.

Lots of money. Big Bucks.

They got a place somewhere

out there in the desert.

They do just about anything

they wanna do.

There was a time we could've

stopped them, but, uh...

but the sheriff didn't want to.

What about you?

What about me?

Hey, where do you go

to surrender?

I'm almost out of here, man.

That's all I wanted.

- Boy, I remember a time when you'd...

- That time is past, Buck.

I just don't care anymore.

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