The Ride Page #3

He does whatever he wants...|... with me.

So we'll teach him|a lesson, right?

Do you have a gun?

No, we don't. Unless|there's one in the trunk.

Does he have one?

No. But he might have got one.

That would be just like him:|he's really aggressive.

He once kicked the sh*t out|of a guy...

...just because|he was talking to me.

Beat him to a pulp.

Is he really such a tough guy?

Are you that afraid of him?

I messed up my dress.

Totally.

That can be washed.

I don't have anything to change|into. It's all in his car.

- So what do you think?|- Why do you ask? You want her.

Well, if you want to know,|I am not having fun.

Since we picked her up we've|hardly spoken to each other.

We're wasting our time|running away from some arshole.

- At least something's happening.|- She's only got that one dress.

And I bet she's used|to a lot of money.

I bet she'd expect a hotel.

You think she's going to stay|with us overnight?

She'll smoke all of our grass and|then we'll never get rid of her.

- That wouldn't bother me at all.|- I don't mind either.

But for God's sake,|go screw her. Just look at you.

- Now? In broad daylight? No.|- I'll swimm the other way.

Hey, come on... don't.

- I'll turn around if you're shy.|- I'm not shy.

If I were a guy,|I couldn't bear it.

What?

The way it shrinks|like that in the water.

It must be awfully humiliating?

It's normal.|Happens to everyone.

- Let's go for a walk somewhere.|- Where's the other guy?

Over there, on the other side.|He wants to be alone.

So, what's the story|with the panties?

Well,|I was being a bit naughty.

Can you believe|I had to take them off...

...and throw them away just because|someone else gave them to me.

- Would that upset you too?|- Who'd you get them from?

- I don't know. My Mum, I guess.|- Oh, from your Mum!

Don't. Not here.

Why not?

- I can't make love.|- Why can't you?

Because I'm not turned on.

So tell me what to do|to turn you on.

But I don't want|to be turned on.

Well. That's different.

Maybe we'll make love.|But not here and not now.

We're free-wheeling.

- Can I take the keys out?|- No!

The steering wheel would lock.|And that curve would finish us.

Why do we have to follow|the road all the time?

Such a nice hill...|Why can't we just go straight?

We can do anything we want.|We can go straight.

OK. We're going straight.

Take off your glasses.

Well, kids:
it's been great.|Good bye.

Bye. Ciao.

Too bad we didn't get to know|each other better.

- But I'm afraid.|- Too late.

It's locked now. Hang on.

We going to die?

Mummy!

I think I bit my tongue.

Oh, blood.

When I look up at the sky,

I see these two little|bubbles or more like spots.

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