Accidents Happen Page #3

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Talking to myself

Will I see again

We are always running

For the thrill of it

Thrill of it

Always pushing up

The hill searching

For the thrill of it

On and on and on

We are calling out

And out again

Never looking down

Im just in awe of

What's in front of me

Is it real now

Two people become one

I can feel it

Two people become one

Im gonna kick ya.

Come on, man.

What is it?

Looks like some

form of trouble.

It's open.

Look what I got.

Cool!

Searching for

The thrill of it

On and on and on

We are calling out

And out again

Never looking down

Im just in awe of

What's in front of me

Oh, yeah!

Is it real now

Two people become one

I can feel it

It'll be all right.

There's nothing we

can do about it now.

Someone would have

called an ambulance.

It was an accident, Doug.

They were speeding.

It wasn't

anybody's fault.

Hello?

Hi, it's Mom.

Oh, hi, Mom.

Is your father home?

Ah, no. He hasn't

picked you up?

No.

Ah, Im sure

he'll be there

soon. He's not here.

Well, when did he leave?

Oh, when did he leave?

Uh, I don't know.

I fell asleep,

okay? Bye.

Is that sirens?

What? Sirens?

Uh, I don't know.

There must be an accident

somewhere, or a fire.

Im sure he'll be there

soon. Okay, bye-bye.

Oh, sh*t. What if

that was my father?

Billy, did you see

the car? Did it look

like my father's car?

Doug, you gotta stay calm.

It could have been

anybody's car.

He's probably

just running late.

It'll be cool, all right?

We have to go

over there.

No, we don't!

Billy, I've gotta

know. We have to go

over there.

Sh*t, the bowling ball!

The bowling ball.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

It's his father.

His name's Tiny Post.

Dick.

We're gonna be

here for a while.

Im Officer Barret.

What's your name, son?

William Conway.

Friend's name?

Douglas Post.

This boy here

is the man's son.

His name's Douglas Post.

Im Officer

Passman, Douglas.

Im very sorry, son,

but there was nothing

we could do for your dad.

It was an accident.

Yeah, it was

a bad accident.

I'd better

take him home.

No, Officer, I--

It was a bad

accident, Doug.

No. It wasn't meant

to happen like this.

You need a glass

of water, dear.

Come with me.

That's a good idea.

Thank you, Mrs. Smolensky.

I think what he was

trying to say was

his father drinks a bit.

Uh-huh.

Terrible business this,

Buster Bill. Are you okay?

I only ever see

you when something

dreadful's happened.

Don't worry about

a thing, Buster.

Im looking after you.

Mom!

Mrs. Post,

Im Officer Passman.

If you'll please move

to the side of the road.

A car will come

and take you home.

Im so sorry.

Please, get in the car.

Billy, let's go.

Let's get out

of here. Now.

Billy, come on!

Here. There's

some vomit.

It's practically

the whole front page.

I don't wanna see that.

What's wrong

with you, Larry?

He used to be

in the navy.

What's that story?

"Streakers in

shoplifting spree."

"Last night, two naked

teenage youths wearing

ski masks

"surprised 80-year-old

cashier, Emily Barstow,

"at Drummond's Grocery

Store, when they raced

in and stole a bag of candy.

"Mrs. Barstow said

the smaller of the

two individuals

"had a gauze dressing

in the middle of his back,

"but she didn't see much

else to distinguish

the offenders.

"The larger youth

then reportedly stole

a bottle of whisky

from the Liquor Barn

next door, before the

pair fled on foot."

Well, it's official.

I've now heard

of everything.

Where were you

last night, Billy?

I was here.

You were the one

who went out.

I thought you might

have gone shopping

with a friend.

Poor lady at the store.

She probably

got a thrill.

I don't know. The paper

said she didn't see much of

anything to distinguish them.

Except that gauze.

Hi. My mom made it.

Sh*t!

What did the cops say?

They thought it was

weird there weren't

any skid marks.

What about

the bowling ball?

Did they mention

anything about it?

No. Was it under the car?

I don't know.

My mom made me go.

Did you see the article

in the paper about

us streaking?

We'll be all right.

Come on, deep breath.

Who's at the door?

It's me, Mrs. Post.

Billy Conway. My mom

baked you a cake.

I knocked it

with the door.

It was an accident.

Hi, Billy.

Hi. Im sorry

about your father.

About Mr. Post.

Thank your mother

for the cake. It

was a nice thought.

Trust me, it's probably

better off this way.

Sorry.

Dropped it.

No, is that Tiny?

What'd he do to himself,

eat an ice cream truck?

Come on, where's

your sense of humor?

Face like yours,

you think it'd be

standard equipment.

Your home is lovely.

Oh, thank you.

I'd offer you a piece

of your delicious cake,

but it's all gone.

Oh, Bob.

Excuse me

for a moment.

Dottie.

Im so sorry

for your loss.

Yes, thank you,

Becky. Thank you.

Gloria, this is Bob,

and his daughter Becky.

Hi. My son, Billy.

It's terrible.

The world's

so unpredictable.

I lost my wife

a few years back

in an accident.

I lost my daughter

eight years ago.

Accident?

Im so sorry.

Thanks.

Oh, Dougie, Doug,

come. Come meet Bob.

He was a workmate

of your father's.

Your Dad was a hell

of a guy. A big character.

It's a-it's

a real shame.

He was very nice

to my daughter and me

when my Peggy

passed away a

few years back.

It's terrible.

Oh, Im so very,

very sorry for

your loss.

Don't cry.

Becky. Becky.

So, who died?

Oh, Louise!

Oh, my goodness.

Louise, we're

having the wake.

Of course you are.

Oh, come on, sis.

You could use a

cheer up. So, cheer up.

Everything is gonna

be all right.

I like what you've done.

Well, I haven't

done anything.

Well, it looks roomier.

Dougie. Poor Dougie.

Come, give your Auntie

Louise a little kiss.

Is that peach fuzz?

Oh, this calls

for a drink.

You know what they say.

When God closes a door,

he opens a beer.

Trina. Trina!

Oh, Im so,

so sorry.

That sofa.

It was like sitting

next to the Grand Canyon.

I was expecting an echo.

What did you think

of that guy and

his daughter?

Why do you ask,

you ask, you ask?

The guy's all right,

don't you think?

No, I don't think. Anyway,

there's a major fruit loop

alert on the daughter.

I hope this isn't leading

to an episode of the

Dating Game,

'cause my boot might

have to go on a date

with your teeth.

So, what do you think?

Was it an accident,

or did he do it on purpose,

on purpose, on purpose?

It's not funny.

Not funny,

not funny,

not funny.

Hey, what's the matter?

I always think

the next funeral

will be Gene's.

I can't go home.

How is he?

He's the same, Ma.

It'll be all right.

When? When they're

making snowballs in

hell, that's when.

I walk in that

house, and Gene

is just everywhere.

I wash my face,

but I don't look

in the mirror.

I look in the sink

where the chips were taken

out with a ball pein hammer

when he was trying

to kill ants.

Every morning,

there's the carpet

with the melted patch

where the chemistry

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