Laid To Rest Page #4

Come on.

Hey!

Tucker:
No no no no!

God damn it!

Come on!

Get back here.

Come on.

- Come on.

- He's coming. He's coming.

Princess:
Go.

- Why did he have the camera?

- Just drive, Stephen.

I think we should go back

to his house...

- ...and wait for the city cops to come.

- She's right. She's right.

You're both crazy.

He'll trap us in there.

- How much gas you got?

- About an eighth of a tank.

Let's head towards town.

We don't stop for anything.

No no, we don't have enough gas

for getting into town.

We can go to the holler.

We can make the market.

No, we head towards town.

Stop the car.

Stop the car.

Stop the car now. Stop.

- No, we don't stop for nothing.

- Stop!

What?

There.

That's where I'm from.

No no, I say we just keep on going.

There ain't no reason for us...

...to go inside there

and let him catch up with us.

I'm pretty sure I'd rather die

and rot in hell...

...than go in there in these

circumstances.

I have to remember something.

Stephen:
Oh, Jeez.

Roll down the window.

Hold up.

We can't let her go in there

by herself.

She ain't thinking right.

I'm gonna sit here and keep a lookout.

You go with her.

- Go on.

- I can't.

Why not?

My ma's in there.

My ma's in there.

Her funeral is tomorrow...

...today. I-- I--

I can't go in there

and see her like that.

I can't see her

all sewn up like that.

I'll go with her.

I'm bleeding like a sieve anyway.

Pull the car around back.

Hide it.

Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

Let's find someplace

to take a look at that arm.

He was right here on the door.

Good job, Princess.

I think you hurt him first.

Woman:
I'm not dead!

Guys?

Why are you doing this to me?

Who's there?

Who's there?

All right, all right.

Hold your arm there for me.

You're gonna need

some stitches.

Where have

all the dead people gone?

I ain't got the foggiest.

He's gonna kill me, ain't he?

Hey, look at me.

Nobody--

I mean, nobody else

is gonna die here tonight.

Yes.

Woman:
I'm not dead.

You are too dead!

You leave me alone!

You're dead.

Mom, you're dead.

You're dead. You're dead.

Please don't scare me like that,

Mommy, please.

Hey.

Would you guys think I was crazy...

...if I told you that I saw

my dead mother...

...floating in a hearse out there?

Okay.

Hey.

Are you all right?

I'm breathing.

I got me a pistol in the house.

I didn't even think to grab it.

I'm just so stupid,

so goddamn stupid.

Hey, it all happened so fast.

Maybe...

...maybe I should have

stayed dead.

You wasn't dead, all right?

So stop saying that nonsense.

And it's a coffin or a casket.

It ain't...

...ain't no such goddamn thing

as a "dead box."

And dead people don't float around.

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