Penny Dreadful Page #3

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and look at the car.

- It can't hurt you. It's just a car.

- No!

Penny, you have to do

what I'm telling you!

We've got to get

back in the car!

Okay, I'm leaving!

No.

Come on, come on,

come on!

- I hurt my ankle.

- All right.

We'll get some ice on it

as soon as we get to the inn.

Penny, Penny, can you clean off

the back window?

I can't see a thing.

Just do it!

I need to know if he's following us.

Oh, hell.

Cell phone.

Where's my cell phone?

Damn it.

- No, don't leave me here!

- I just have to check the tire.

The tire's

completely destroyed.

Damn it.

- The spare's no good.

- What are we going to do?

Keep trying

to use the cell phone.

Come on, grab the coats.

Oh, and turn off

the headlights.

Ow.

Oh, come on.

Let me see, let me see.

Oh.

Wait, it's not good.

If you put more pressure on it,

it'll just get worse.

No, I'm fine.

I'm fine, I can walk.

No, listen to me.

I won't leave you.

I just need to try and get a signal.

I won't go far.

If it doesn't work,

I'll come right back,

- and we'll think of something else.

- No no no.

- Damn it!

- Penny, come on.

Get back in the car.

Just sit in here, lock the doors.

- You'll be warm and safe inside.

- Please don't--

- don't-- please don't go.

- Penny, I have to.

There's no other choice.

I won't be long. You'll see.

What if he's still out there?

We're a mile away from him now.

He's a coward playing games.

If he really wanted to hurt us, he would

have done it when he was in the car.

- Orianna, please stay.

- Just stay in the car.

Keep the doors locked

and the windows rolled up.

Come on.

Here, take this.

- What am I supposed to do with it?

- Just take it.

It's pepper spray.

- Don't go!

- Two minutes, that's all.

I'll be back in two minutes.

emergency, please.

Yes, hello? I--

Sh*t sh*t!

Penny?

Ostrich...

Crocodile...

Orianna?

Orianna?

Sh*t.

Orianna?

Orianna?

Was that you?

Orianna?

Orianna!

Orianna?

Why didn't you

take me with you?

Weatherman's telling us

we may see thunder and lightning

as the storm moves in, sending

temperatures plummeting well below zero.

And now, back to more music

on Mountain-95.

Son of a b*tch.

What's the matter?

Somebody killed Becky Simpson

over at the diner this morning.

- No sh*t.

- Yeah.

Run a meat skewer

clean through her neck.

Damn. Poor Becky.

They got any idea

who did it?

Somebody that didn't like

her meatloaf would be my guess.

That's not funny, Eddie.

No, I guess not.

Found a guy in the trunk of a car

parked out front too.

Some businessman

from down in the flats--

made hamburger

out of his face with a tire tool

and stuffed him

in the trunk of his own car.

What the hell

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