Long Weekend Page #5

F***.

F***.

- Val yourself dead.

You said you could not handle it.

A child taking.

I love children.

I wanted a son, which

I could surf.

My God, how I hate you.

- Would you hold ..

It was a horrible mistake?

You f***ed, panicked and attacked...

Because you knew that the child was mine.

I can not take it anymore, Peter.

We drive to the end of the beach and look for

people.

I'm talking about us, Peter.

This week will divorce you,

next week you want new curtains.

Then the headache,

facial at Pepe.

What we enjoy the taste of human flesh.

The new cannibals.

Estranged cannibals.

Monday I the divorce filing.

Then you can not play tennis

Tuesday and you should do, honey.

It's a long weekend.

Where are they?

Yesterday they were still there.

Not anymore.

Can we go now?

What you gonna do?

I'll look around.

You know that Luke is not there.

- I'll be right back.

Five minutes, Peter.

Five minutes, otherwise I'm leaving without you.

Is anybody here?

Can not you go faster?

- Unless you want a shaft breaks.

What was happening?

It looked like a murder and a suicide.

Like it just happened.

The camp looked like it had not been used for months.

Cricket...

Is she come with us...

When we were at the beach?

- I do not know.

When did you last see her?

- No idea.

Not since this morning.

- Great.

It's your dog, Peter.

You've taken her.

Do you find her on the beach. Then I

over everything.

Then I could help you.

- We get here...

Before sunset road.

- Hurry up.

What is it?

- It's alive.

It's alive.

- Nonsense, it's dead.

How can it still move?

- This is probably...

By the flood.

- Bullshit.

Carla, please. Where is Cricket?

Cricket?

- Where is Cricket?

F*** you, Peter.

- Carla, please.

I'm going home.

- Where's the f***ing dog?

I'm going home.

I'm not leaving without her.

- I'll let you pick.

I'm not leaving without her.

Understood.

We're not leaving without her.

- She's dead.

Liar.

I found her among the bushes.

Where?

Where?

Liar.

Say on.

- I buried her.

You're a dirty liar.

It is so dark.

Cricket. Get out there.

Etterbak.

She'll be back.

She'll be back.

Give paw.

She should come back.

They have...

She'll be back.

That's just a stupid tree cricket.

Where is she?

Go Search.

Run, girl.

Why did you leave?

Why?

Why?

Come on.

Damn.

What the hell?

That way.

Come on.

Peter.

You said you could not handle it.

A child taking.

Everything is f***ed.

F***.

Nothing is destroyed.

I can not take it anymore.

Peter.

I'm leaving.

I want to go home.

Jesus.

- Stop.

Damn, what was that?

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