The Road Within Page #3

- Your what? What is he talking about?

- My CD, you idiot.

If you scratched it,

I'll have you arrested.

Can you give it back to him, please?

So Dumbo here can fly away.

Is that Dr. Rose's car?

Yeah, she...

- We were supposed to get her something.

- She lent it to us.

She lent it to us so we can

go get her something.

Lying pig.

Okay.

And I'm sure it won't be a problem

if I just go ask her about it then?

Sh*t.

You're definitely out of my room now.

- No, let me go.

- Shut up, Alex. Shut up.

- Don't touch me, you spastic.

- What should we do?

Shut up.

Alex, would you shut up?

No, no, no.

I don't want to go. Turn the car around.

This car reeks of cigarettes!

We can probably take the back roads

in case they come looking for us.

Only the main streets

are shown on this map.

Oh, I guess, I don't know,

we should just go south?

You guys don't even have a plan.

Don't you know a kidnapping

must be carefully planned?

What... Since... Nobody wants you here.

It's a little extreme...

fuckity f***-ass...

to call it a kidnapping.

He's got a point.

- I don't like it, I don't like it.

- You like it?

- It's too loud right now. It's too loud.

- You want me to turn it up?

Turn it up.

- Is this loud enough?

- This is noise pollution.

I'm trying to turn it up,

but this is as loud as it goes.

Yipe!

Holy sh*t, we're out

of that f***ing place.

He's still there.

Good morning, sunshine.

So where are you and the incredibly

shrinking woman headed?

California.

What for?

So Vincent can go to the beach.

Swim in the ocean.

I've been to the ocean.

- It's filled with... excrement.

- Then go back to the f***ing clinic, Alex.

Doctors eat sh*t sandwiches on Tuesdays.

The backseat is full crumbs.

I want shotgun.

Could you pull your seat forward?

- Alex.

- You have to pull the lever.

- Just f***ing touch it. Jesus Christ!

- Roll the thing on the side of the seat.

- Bob Rhodes.

- Hi, this is Dr. Rose.

- We have a situation.

- What's the matter?

I need you to come

to the clinic right away.

Now? I'm a little busy.

Well, it's important

because your son's gone.

- What do you mean, gone?

- Gone. He left.

Give me a minute.

- When?

- Some time during the night.

He and two other patients are missing.

- Listen, I'm about to give a campaign...

- He stole my car.

Okay, and the gas is...

Saab.

Sorry.

I got a gun.

- That's not funny, a**hole.

- I'm sorry.

And this sh*t ain't no good, man.

It has to work. Could you...

could you try it again...

Poligrip denture cream.

I'll... I'll be right back.

How you doin'?

- Marie?

- Yeah?

My...

- My card isn't working.

- Sh*t.

Yeah, and I have, like, a few dollars

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