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They protect you?

From what?

From the sun, Jimmy... from the sun.

Yeah, well, they're sunglasses

so they protect your eyes, sure.

What do I owe ya?

It's 28 bucks.

Y'want the glasses?

No, I m not convinced but

what I could use is some booze

so how about selling me

a bottle of J&B?

I'd rather have a bottle of

Campbell's.

Sure. Actually, I'm not allowed

to sell alcohol at this hour.

You promise not to tell the boss?

I promise.

What were you lookin' at, Jimmy?

What were you lookin' at?

Somebody answer for Christ's sakes!

Answer!

State Police here.

Hello? Hello, police?

Oh I beg of you, help me!

Okay, calm down

and tell me what the problem is.

The Sorals, they have a farm

near Puyanne.

I'm a friend of their daughter

Alexis.

This guy broke in during the night.

He broke in and he murdered everyone!

He took my friend away in a pickup

truck and I'm really afraid for her.

He just killed the gas station guy.

Gas station?

Yes.

You're in a gas station?

Yes.

Which gas station?

Hold on. I'll have a look.

I don't know what station.

I was in his pickup truck.

All I know is it's a very old pickup

brown, old and rusty.

Did you get

the vehicle's plate number?

How could I get the number?

I told you I was inside the truck!

Do you realize how many pickup trucks

there are on the road?

Without a plate number...

Jesus, an old pickup truck

on a country road at this time of night

shouldn't be that hard to spot, huh?!

Calm down please, ma'am

and tell me where you are.

Listen, this son of a b*tch just took off

with her. If you don't send someone right now

she'll never make it!

I understand, but we can't help you

if we don't know where you are.

If I burn this damn gas station down

maybe you can locate it, huh?!

The keys... they keys...

Where does the murdering

son of a b*tch live?

Sh*t!

Where did he go...

Why'd ya care so much about Alex?

She turns you on? She does

same to me. She turns me on too.

The lights are all out. It looks shut

down for the night. Better have a look.

Go around the back, Fred.

And be careful, huh?

Right, Captain.

Captain, the back door is locked.

We've gotta...

Y'better call headquarters.

This is patrol car 214 calling.

We've got a murder victim here.

Oh my God!

It's me, Alex. It's me.

It's over.

It's all over.

Okay.

Don't touch me!

Don't touch me I said!

It's all over. He's dead.

He's dead. It's over.

You don't make any sense!

Get away!

It's all over, all over.

Back off!

Alex, calm down.

Back off!

It's over, Alex.

I killed him. He's dead.

Alex, please calm down.

Back off! Don't come closer!

Alex, come. It's all over now.

He can never do anything again.

You mad b*tch! I'm gonna cut

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