Scourge Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 2008
- 92 min
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How do you plan on
helping me, Jesse?
- You'd better keep your distance.
- No.
It's not a virus.
- How do you know?
- It would have spread...
through town by now. Go.
Lydia's fireman
was on a call here.
The fireman got it first.
He gave it to Lydia,
she gave it to
the guy at the mall.
If the game
was at three, and
Lydia died at nine,
that's six hours.
What's that?
Oh!
Don't get too close.
Smells like vinegar.
We have to get
down there.
Over there. That's
where the axe was.
Here.
I see something.
Careful.
Okay, here goes.
"This vessel
bears a corrigia
"born of hellfire.
Preserve this vessel,
sealed from the world-"
I can't read the rest.
It's dated the 4th
of May, 1871.
We've got a date
and a name.
I can look through
the town's archives.
Maybe there's
something there.
We need to find that guy
your uncle dusted at the mall.
If this "corgeria" thing
has moved on,
we need to find out who.
Come on, huh? One shot.
Clear the frame.
Huh? Come on.
I'm begging you.
I'll give you 20 bucks.
Flatfoot!
Yeah. You have a nice day, too, sir.
Okay.
The last person with
the guy from the mall
was his ambulance
technician Eddie Pastor.
He left his shift early.
He's a boarder,
and they say
that we can find him
at one of the skate parks.
Can I have the chips?
Whoa!
You want these chips?
Not so fast.
You're the guy that can do
the backside air, right?
I can't right now.
Hungry.
The backside air first.
Okay, we're back
at the church.
I'll meet you here after.
- Jesse.
- Yeah?
Thanks.
For what?
Believing me.
No psychotic killer
could make
anything this goofy.
"Edward Norberg,
a Harborford native
"and a respected
silversmith,
"was struck down
by a bolt of lightning
"Tuesday night in what
many consider to be
"an act of divine
intervention.
The madman was survived
by a wife and son. "
Hey.
Is that... Is that Eddie?
Yo, we didn't do this.
I didn't say you did.
Is that him?
This jack attacked me, and dropped dead.
How?
How'd he attack you?
Listen, you should
come with me.
sick or cursed, maybe.
I just told you,
we didn't do this.
It's called the corrigia.
Are you deaf, f*** head?
'Cause I just told you-
You don't understand.
If you don't get
to a doctor now,
you might not make it through the night.
Come on.
Come on, Scott.
Who is it?
Miss Norberg?
My name is Jesse Jarret.
I'm looking for information
on Edward Norberg.
I tried calling
the listed number.
- They said it was out of service.
- Stay right there.
...but that's not to say
that people haven't put
their own quarantine
in effect.
People are staying
in their houses.
People aren't
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