The Stranger Page #2

Come on, get up,

you piece of sh*t.

Come on over here,

you little f***ing..

- Where is he?

- I don't know!

- Where is he, b*tch?

- Where did you take him?

I don't know.

I swear.

- He's lying, Caleb.

- F***ing liar!

Where is he?

F*** him up, man!

Motherf***er!

Ana, they found us.

No.

Please.

Please.

No, don't.

No.

Stop!

Don't.

Please.

I'm pregnant!

What?

No, no.

It's... it's impossible. No.

I'm sorry,

animals aren't enough.

But we're sick.

Maybe he isn't.

I'm sorry.

It's too dangerous.

- It's too dangerous.

- No!

Please, stop it! No!

Martin, Stop!

No!

No.

Open the f***ing door,

you sick f***!

Open the door,

you motherf***er!

You f***ing animals,

you killed my sister!

Open the f***ing door,

you a**holes!

Goddamn door!

Goddamn f***ing a**holes!

- Open the f***ing door!

- Ana! Ana, Stop!

Please.

Ana! Stop!

Aha!

There he is!

Get him, Billy!

Is this yours?

What did you do with the body?

Where did you hide him?

He wasn't dead.

Bullshit!

I swear

I'm telling the truth, sir.

That's why I helped him out.

So where is he now?

I don't know, sir.

I swear.

He left last night.

By himself?

Lieutenant.

I'm busy here.

I know.

I'm sorry, sir.

We found your son's friend.

okay-

He was still alive

when they brought him here.

And they severed his

jugular and he bled out.

Coroner put his time of death

about 8 to 10 hours ago.

Did you close Route 15?

Yeah.

The team says

they're getting upset.

They wanna talk to the chief.

The chief is in Black River,

I'm in charge now.

But, lieutenant,

even if we set up road blocks

we still have no idea

who we're looking for.

Yeah, we do.

Caucasian male, 6 feet tall,

30-35, brown hair with a beard.

Start looking for him.

Yes, sir.

I need your assistance.

De Luca.

okay.

Yeah, okay, I'm on my way!

He had a heart attack.

Probably caused by

thrombosis due to the burns.

He's stable for now but, uh...

His blood levels

dropped dangerously low.

He could have

another thrombosis...

or an embolism.

And this time,

it could be fatal.

My son is gonna live

longer than you and me.

- Understood?

- Yeah.

We have a conversation

to finish. Get in.

I can't.

What about my bike

and my things?

Nobody's gonna

steal your sh*t.

Get in the car.

Get in the car.

Come on!

I swear I've told you

everything I know!

I'm not protecting him!

Please, sir!

What do you want?

I wanna talk.

Here?

Get out of the car.

okay, cuff yourself to that.

What for?

Do it.

I swear

I won't run away, sir.

I'll tell you

whatever you want!

Come on.

I told you not to lie to me.

I didn't lie! I swear

I was telling the truth!

You told me you didn't

know who he was.

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