A Little Trip to Heaven Page #3
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- 2005
- 98 min
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Quiet in the corridors and no running!
May I help you, young man?
Are you looking for a student of ours?
A former student.
Sorry, Ma'am.
Who, might I ask, are you looking for?
Freddy McBride.
McBride?
Do you mean Frederick McBride?
Yeah!
You remember him?
I'm sorry, who did you say you were again?
We don't tend to discuss the
private records of our students
with perfect strangers,
I'm sure you understand.
Well, don't worry,
I'm... I'm... I'm family.
Family?
Yeah, yeah,
I'm... I'm... I'm...
I'm his brother-in-law.
Really?
Frederick McBride.
What was your name again?
My name?
Yeah.
Kelvin.
Kelvin Anderson.
Kelvin Anderson?
Yeah. Fred's married to my sister, Isold.
So, Frederick McBride
is married to your sister?
Yeah.
Anderson.
Anderson.
Well.
Kelvin Anderson.
Welcome back to Mid Valley Central.
You from up North?
Yeah.
How could you tell?
We don't get too many
You a cop?
Martha, tell me, how long
you been workin' here?
Since I was about 15.
You must know lots of folks around here.
entire town once or twice.
Do you know the McBrides?
Sylvia McBride?
Yeah. Sylvia.
You know her?
Why you lookin' for Sylvia, officer?
No, no, I'm not a cop.
See, I'm... I'm... I'm with the
State Assessment's office.
It seems we owe her some money.
We overcharged her on some
but it's tough, I haven't
been able to locate her.
That's 'cause she don't live here no more.
You wouldn't happen to know
whereabouts she went, would you?
No.
Maybe you can tell me
where she used to live.
I'm sure I could track her down that way.
How much money did you say it was?
It's a lot.
It's... it's... it's a lot.
She used to live on Route 12.
About 15 miles past the junction.
You got a street address?
Honey, there ain't
I try to do it quietly
Not a whisper, More like a shock
I try to Disorganize neatly
What to keep
And... what to block
Are you a McBride?
No. You?
No.
I don't reckon you belong
around here neither.
Do you know where I can find the McBrides?
Follow me.
Don't let the fire get you.
I'm just killing some weeds.
I wait for the moment To call
Or will I hesitate
I'm trying to get something
to grow around here.
Daniel McBride.
Sometimes, it's just time
to pick up and move.
Jesus.
Frederick McBride.
All right, all right.
You poison my food?
With what?
Methane gas?
Goddamn it, Kelvin!
Why don't you just light him up a doobie?
It's Fred.
My name is Fred.
Hello?
Frank, I got a favor I need from you.
I need you to look into something for me.
Okay.
I want you to find out
if Kelvin had any kids.
What for? I told you Isold is the
only name on the claim form.
Just do it, I need this.
Okay, I'll stop by the records.
Frank...
Find out who the mother is.
The mother?
I need to know.
Isold!
You done?
Sorry.
We did it!
High five.
Hang on here.
And how is Frederick McBride today?
Surviving.
Is Isold home?
Yeah, she's inside.
I need to talk to her.
Back again.
Yeah.
I'm afraid I need you
to identify Kelvin's body.
I was... just...
fixing Thor a snack.
Come on in.
Is this you and Kelvin?
That's us.
He took real good care of me.
Come on, buddy, get inside.
You hungry?
Let's get you a sandwich.
Let's sit down.
Everyone else said he was crazy.
He got into fights all the time.
One day he tied a firecracker
to the back of a cat
and set it loose in our classroom.
The teacher sent him home.
Said he was sick in the head.
When did you see him last?
Yeah, when was that?
William and Russle...
they're meeting us at the morgue.
want to beat the storm.
Sure, just let me get Thor.
It's not a good idea
to take the boy on the road
in this kind of weather.
What do you say, little man?
You wanna stay here with me and
finish building the snowman?
Yeah, Daddy.
No, no, he'll be fine.
I'll put him to bed with a good story.
I'm gonna wait outside.
That's a nice one.
Yeah.
What the hell am I supposed to do now?
Just identify the body,
and Kelvin's history.
Don't bring Thor into this mess.
Sweet-talk him,
would you?
Do what you do best.
You still know how to...
Flirt with a man, don't you?
What are you now?
My f***ing pimp?
Hey, Thor!
Swim like a fish!
Where's William and Russle?
They'll be along.
It's here.
That could be anybody.
It could... couldn't it?
He didn't die on impact.
Do you know what it's like to burn to death?
First the fat oozes out of you.
It starts poppin' and bubblin'
like a hot dog on a barbecue.
Then your eyes...
They crack... like glass.
Your skin burns off layer by layer until...
the fire hits bone.
And that's not the worst of it.
It's the smell.
Your hair singes...
but you can't reach for your head
'cause your hands are gone.
Imagine what it's like
What's going on in here?
Nothing.
I... I... I was just...
Bringing her by to ID the body.
That's our job, son.
Well, who is he, then?
It's him.
different now, aren't they?
Why?
What do you mean?
The money.
What money?
The million dollars, Kelvin's
life insurance policy.
As you probably know, you're
the sole beneficiary to that.
Who's that?
Ta, ta, ta...
Thor!
Let's go, buddy.
Come on!
Come on.
Let's go.
Let's go, Isold, I gotcha.
Come on.
Get in the back.
Come on!
Answer the goddamn phone!
I'm sure they're okay.
The line's probably down.
You never notice your mistakes
when you're making them.
Then it all catches up to you
when a kid comes along.
I wouldn't know about that.
You don't have kids?
No. I haven't had that kind of luck.
Luck.
Yeah, I guess you could call it that.
"Why is God in Heaven and
the Devil in the ground?
Heaven's so far away."
What'd you say?
I told him it's easier to
lie down than it is to fly.
Don't be embarrassed.
I'm not.
I'm ashamed of how I got him.
Kelvin!
Kelvin!
Damn it, where are you?!
Thor!
Thor!
What would happen to your loved ones
if you died?
Would they be protected?
Hello?
Kelvin, is that you?
Where's Thor?
Thor's fine.
Jesus Christ, Kelvin, what
the f*** are you doing?
Calm down, Isold.
Don't tell me to calm down!
You went too far.
It was an accident, okay?
You killed somebody.
And you're a millionaire, motherf***er!
You're sole beneficiary.
Just go and get the money
and Thor and I will be
waiting for you, okay?
Will you let me talk to him?
It's for you.
Hi.
It's me, sweetie.
I'm eating a milkshake.
For breakfast?
You're a naughty boy.
See?
Everything's fine.
Now, listen, they have 14 days to pay you
once you file the death
certificate, so I suggest...
I can't believe you went this far!
Listen, listen, go and play your part.
Don't say that, this is murder!
Just dumb luck.
What the f*** are you talking about?!
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