While She Was Out Page #4

Where the f*** is she?

F***.

Della!

Della!

Della!

I guess you are right

When we talked in the heat

There's no room for the weak

No room for the weak

Where will it end?

Where will it end?

Where will it end?

Where will it end?

This is the room

The start of it all

They're talking to you

I remember it all

I've seen the night

Filled with blood and pain

And the bodies obtained

And the bodies obtained

And the bodies obtained

What are you doing?

It's a tribute.

A gesture.

Where will it end?

That'll wake up every

cop in Podunk county!

It's for him.

It's for Huey.

I didn't mean it, Huey.

What did you say?

What?

I didn't mean to kill him.

Get away from him.

Get the f*** away from him!

Get the f*** away from him!

Get away from him!

Get away! Get away!

- Get away!

- F*** you!

I'm going to get you!

Do you hear me, Della?

I'm going to get you!

God.

MOMMY WE LOVE YOU

Della!

Della?

Wait.

It's "Bulgari".

- What's "Bulgari"?

- It's a perfume, dude.

It smells more

like that No. 5 sh*t.

- "Chanel".

- No, it's "Bulgari".

My dad's b*tch bathes in it.

It's blood.

It's her blood.

Maybe she's hurt.

This way.

Go, go, go!

Watch out, dude.

Look out!

Damn!

- Sh*t!

- What happened?

I stepped in the stream!

- That was raw.

- Who cares, man?

Nobody gives a sh*t

if we live or die.

Quit playing with the flashlight.

We are stumbling in the dark!

He who finds it, shines it.

- Let's go!

- Where the hell is she?

- Shut up and move it!

- Damn!

Let's go, guys.

There she is!

Don't let her get away!

Huey?

Is that you, Huey?

I saw him there in those trees!

Sure you did.

Son of a b*tch!

I'm going to get you, b*tch!

You will see!

You f***ing b*tch!

Son of a b*tch!

Time's up, you b*tch.

God!

Tomas!

Quiet.

Tomas is gone.

I can feel it.

He's probably got her

strung up by now.

There's something over here.

Looks like a body.

It's a tree stump,

you dumb wonton.

Tomas...

She's going to kill us too.

We're all going to die here.

No gun can kill

a spirit gone bad.

She's gone bad.

She's gone bad.

Gone bad.

I'm going to get this girl.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Where are you, God?

Where are you?

All I want to do

is see my babies!

Where are you?

Where are you?

F***.

F***, f***!

Over there, Chuckie!

You're going down!

Slow down, b*tch.

- F***.

- Get of my way, Vingh!

Get up!

Get up! She's taking off!

I don't feel good, Chuckie.

I got hypothermia.

You'll be fine.

It ain't natural how

she gets away every time.

Let's get this over with.

You go up there.

I'll cover you.

I ain't going there without

the gun. End of story.

I never pegged you for a p*ssy.

Even when Tomas called it,

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