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talking about it.

-What are you looking at?

-What happened, Margo?

Tell me how Jimmy

broke his wrist.

Never mind.

Tell me how Jimmy

broke his wrist.

Why do you keep asking me that?

-Why are you yelling at me?

-I said never mind!

Mind your own f***ing business!

Kids, come on. I want you

all to come with me.

Come on.

Get in the car. I'm going

to take you to my place.

Come on, let's go!

Jimmy, come on!

You can ride in the front.

Hurry up. Get in.

Shawn, get in.

You think that's funny?

That what you've done

is a joke?

What made you do

such a stupid thing?

Come on, tell me!

They let all the air

out of my tires.

You think it's easy

having kids?

Little sh*t.

F*** it.

Open the door, you little brats!

Somebody please help me!

Margo, help!

Margo, please help!

Margo, please!

Oh, God.

Come on.

Please, come on.

Come on.

Jesus Christ!

Bye! Come back again!

That's your way of saying

"Good afternoon," Margaret?

It's not very attractive,

if you want the truth.

Still need a bedpan, Margaret?

No, no, we're way past that...

way past that.

Dr. Carr?

Mama?

Take two of these now

and then one every four hours.

They'll help you rest.

I'm only giving you six.

They're very strong.

Bob will be fine.

I told him just

take it easy for a while.

Doctor, may I speak with you

for a minute?

Now, what about the autopsy?

It's as I feared. Bob said no.

He wants Margaret

buried in peace.

I don't think he understands

how important this is.

We can't do a goddamn thing

without those tissue samples.

It's against Bob and Margaret's

religious principles.

I just don't see any point...

in putting them through

all this, do you?

We have got to have them.

I think we've about covered it,

doctor.

Isn't he ever going to leave?

Let's go in anyway.

You think

you ought to wait outside?

I need some help. Get me

some test tubes with the labels.

-You better not watch.

-I can handle it.

Christ. She's cyanotic.

-What?

-No oxygen.

She died of lack of oxygen.

The respirator must've stopped.

No. It was still running.

I heard it.

Jenny.

We're leaving.

What about him?

We're taking him with us.

I hope this constant smoking

isn't offending anyone.

I'd stop if I could.

What will they do with me?

Legally, I don't know...

but, medically,

you're our best chance.

Finish my days as a specimen?

Sounds exciting.

Don't get carried away.

Somebody sure has been busy.

They don't want anybody

coming or going.

I swear I seen him

come down this way.

-Sheriff!

-Not now. I'm busy.

There he is!

Sheriff, wait!

Please, wait!

Wonderful singing, Ed.

I can't tell you

how much I appreciate...

what you've done, John.

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