Firestarter 2: Rekindled

(# acoustic rock music)

Charlie!

(screams)

- Andy!

- Daddy, what's going on?

- We have to go now.

- Where's Mommy?

Andy, get Charlie!

- Mommy! Mommy!

- Come on.

(gunshot)

Hey!

Let me just shut down.

- Where'd you get the coffee, brother?

- Hospital's got a coffee shop.

Tastes like Band-Aids smell.

Love that smell!

Shall we go?

- Aren't you gonna ask me how he is?

- How is he?

You could just go up there

and then you'd know, wouldn't you?

- I'm gonna be late. Want a ride or not?

- Change of plans. I told Dad I'd stay.

Knock yourself out(!)

- Hey, he wanted me to give this to you.

- Tell him "No, thanks".

No givebacks!

- Got any victims for me?

- Yeah, uh... Mary Conant.

Fresh meat. Congratulations, Mrs Conant,

you have just won the class-action lottery.

One more and we close

the western region.

- Two more. This one's top priority.

- No, no. I already closed this one twice.

Well, Joel wants you to take

another crack at it.

She's dead. Did you tell him that?

You don't tell the boss

things he doesn't want to hear.

You just do what you're told

and keep filling out that timecard.

Morning, Tommy.

Sarah.

I'm sorry. I got caught up.

Really? Let's see.

No, come on. Let me see.

We have... Zinc:
A history of the vertical

retort-smelting process in America.

Ooh, hard to put down.

It's fascinating.

- Where'd you find this?

- Somebody just left it on the table.

Well, it's a PhD thesis

and unpublished theses go in the?

- Come on, you've worked here a week.

- In the morgue. I can just put it back.

Thanks, sweetie. Take care.

(knock)

- Hey, Joel, you got a minute?

- Vincent! Come on in.

- How's the west coming?

- We're down to the last names.

Good, good. You know, I need those

people located by the end of this week.

That's what I wanted to talk to you about.

This file came back: Charlene McGee?

- I sent it back.

- I've cleared this file twice already.

- There was an explosion in 1989...

- No body was recovered.

But according to the coroner, the fire was

so hot it'd have consumed even the teeth.

It'll slow us up if we waste time

tracking down a corpse.

The head of R&D requested we make

another effort on this one, Vincent.

What does R&D

have to do with the settlement?

- Not a thing.

- Then why?

Look... Vincent,

I pay you to find these people,

whether it's easy or not. Yes?

- Yes.

- Then find her, Vincent.

- Shut the door on your way out.

- Yes, sir.

Tommy?

- You startled me.

- I found another one.

If people would just put things back

in the first place.

- Having any fun yet?

- Are you kidding? I'd do this for free.

James Richardson?

He's drawing a pension from Millington

College, but they've no address on file.

- So, how does he get his money?

- He collects his cheque and cashes it.

Sounds a little paranoid.

Well, I just figured you'd stake out the

registrar's office and wait for him to show.

OK, but I've gotta go

to Reno to close Conant.

Can't hang out hopin' he pops up. You go.

What? I just find them.

I'm not authorised to cut a cheque.

But you haven't found him yet,

have you? It's only a two-hour drive.

Do I have a sign on my back today

or something? Fine, I'll find him.

Joel didn't cut you any slack

on McGee, huh?

Nope. You want her, you can have her.

Just make sure you bring a shovel. Bye.

(girl) I can't believe you did that.

That was so stupid.

- I'm stupid now?

- Yeah, you're stupid.

- But I like stupid.

- Hm?

- Excuse me.

- Just gotta put the book back.

OK.

Did you see her staring?

God.

My name's Vincent Sforza,

with Systems Operations Corporation.

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