The Last Light Page #5
Monday or Friday.
July or f***ing December.
It'd be a pretty hot December.
Yeah.
Listen...
You know, this Meryl thing,
bit of a problem, right?
No, I didn't kill, Meryl.
What, Jack?
Jack, I'm not calling
you a murderer.
OK, look, you're the leader.
They're gonna start
questioning your loyalty,
your leadership.
It's just basic human psychology.
You got one of theirs killed.
No, you're right.
I'll keep that in mind.
Harold?
Yes?
Hi.
Hi.
Mmm.
You okay?
I'm fine.
Are you sure?
Yes.
You seem tense.
Especially in your neck...
oh my God, so pent up.
Let me help you.
I want you to write exactly
how this makes you feel
in your little book.
Ashley, I think I better
start to get dinner ready.
Excuse me.
Why do you do that?
I don't know.
What?
I'm just having fun.
Don't tell me you've
never used your beauty
to get what you want.
Not like that.
Oh, I bet you could.
Maybe for Jack.
Jack has a wife, Ashley.
Where is she?
Trust me, he's not the type.
He's a man.
Is Jack here?
No, he's on the rounds.
Good.
Harold?
Harold's in the bathroom
releasing some pent up tension.
I need to talk to everyone.
Are you kidding me?
Until we're dead.
No one is gonna die
in this situation.
Oh, except for Meryl.
What's going on, guys?
Just talkin'.
About?
Well, go on, Jeffrey.
You had plenty to say when
Jack wasn't in the room.
Well, we've been stuck here
for who knows how long,
following your rules, and
Nothing has changed,
except for the fact
that Meryl is dead.
You're still alive.
Now, I get it.
I understand.
You think you can lead this
group better than I can.
Think you can sail the ship better.
Well...
Be my guest.
'Cause it's not up to me.
You know, this is a democracy.
So, all those in favor of Jeffrey
leading the group from now on,
raise your hands.
Jeffrey, your vote counts as one
just like everybody else.
Okay.
One vote for Jeffrey.
staying the way they are,
which means that I'm in charge?
Okay, listen up.
What happened to
Meryl was terrible.
She didn't deserve it.
That I'm gonna keep doing
everything that I can
to make sure that we survive this,
just like I always have.
That's fine with me.
Excuse me.
Jeffrey?
I hope we're not gonna
have anymore problems.
Remember, Jack?
Remember.
Jack.
It's time, Jack.
Remember, Jack.
Jack.
Remember.
I always knew you were
full of sh*t, Jack.
Jeffrey, what are you doing here?
What am I doing here?
What are you doing here, Jack?
supposed to be off limits.
But I guess the rules
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