Amusement
God.
How long have I been out?
About an hour.
Where are we?
We just crossed the state line.
Really?
Already?
Why do I smell food?
in there for you.
- Thanks, sweetie.
- Yeah.
Jesus, Rob, slow down.
You're driving over a hundred.
- I've got a really good convoy going here.
- No.
Just slow down. Now.
Thank you.
Look...
...okay, I know
we had a shitty weekend.
I wanna get home too.
But let's just do it safely, okay?
No more bad luck.
Oh, I got the spot.
"I love you too, Shelby. "
I love you too.
I do.
I'm wide awake so get some sleep.
Okay. Thank you, sweetie.
Bingo.
Hey, you knocked out another hour.
I only feel more tired.
Are you tired yet?
Nope.
I cannot believe
I didn't.
- This one found me.
- Oh, whatever.
Look at the speedometer.
It's like 12 miles over the speed limit.
The other one, you were right.
It was too fast and unsafe.
- This one isn't.
- Oh, please.
Seriously, there's like an art
to a good convoy, babe.
It's like a conversation between us and
the cars as we drive. We communicate.
No, did you see that?
That's him warning me...
...that there's some slow cars up ahead
so we're gonna have to pass them.
Oh, that's pretty considerate.
Oh, see, now this is what I like to call
a brake pumper.
You think speeding's dangerous,
try driving behind this guy.
Okay.
At this speed, I'm fine with it.
Just don't go faster.
Oh, right on.
I was wondering when
they were gonna need to fuel up next.
Well, what do we do?
Are we supposed to introduce ourselves,
say hi?
I don't know.
I mean, I've never actually met anyone
I've been in a convoy with.
Sure am glad we all had to stop.
Hey, I'm Bert.
- Rob.
- Rob.
- Hi.
- Oh, nice.
You a Robert?
Or a Roberto?
No, I'm just kidding.
- Hello. So where you headed there, Rob?
- Cincinnati.
Oh, you're kidding.
It'll be nice
to have some steady company.
- Yeah, you bet. Yeah.
- Yeah.
Okay. Well...
...see you inside.
- Sure.
- Kids want their chocolates.
All right.
- Looks like someone got the munchies.
- Yeah.
No, I'm just messing with you. Anyway,
I was talking to this trucker inside.
Not very chatty guy.
Anyway, he said he got on
his radio-thingy.
The interstate up ahead's
pretty wall-to-wall.
- Really?
- Hey?
Trucker on my CB says
it ain't moving worth a damn out there.
Told me a way around it, though, so...
...you're more than welcome
Come on. I could use the company.
Road's a lonely place
when you're traveling solo.
Yeah, you got it, man. Hey, thanks.
No problem.
What'd you talk about?
Oh, the interstate's jammed up ahead
so we're gonna go around.
- Yeah, and Mr. Lonesome up front there...
- He's not alone.
Yeah, he is. That's what he said.
Rob, he's not alone.
There's a girl with him. I saw her.
Misunderstanding then.
It's no big deal.
You sure we should be doing this?
Would you rather turn around
and crawl up the interstate?
It's like a parking lot.
No.
Guess we're fine.
Great.
It's the sticks, Shelby.
People hunt out in the sticks.
There, see? Did you see that?
- What?
- In the window. Get closer.
There is someone in there.
Hello? Hello?
- Can you hear me?
- What the hell?
You get his plates.
You get his license plates.
- Shelby, come on.
- No, just go! Get his plates now! Go!
- Just hurry up!
- Okay.
Okay.
- Is she okay? Is she alive?
- Yeah.
- Get her up.
Okay, she's back with us.
- Lift her up.
- You keep her coherent. I'll be right back.
- Keep him away from me.
- Oh, I will. It's okay.
He threw you from the truck,
but he took off. You'll be fine.
No, I jumped.
What?
Shelby!
Shelby!
Are you okay?
What happened?
He... He...
He came back.
I know. I know.
Where's my girlfriend?
He took them.
He took both of them.
Both that lady and your girl.
What?
He took off over there.
Lift me up.
- Help me up.
- Yeah. Okay. Okay, come on.
Wait, wait. Yeah, okay, all right.
- You let me go.
- You're hurt. I'll go.
Just please promise me...
...you take care of my family
if something happens, okay?
I don't know where I am.
No, no, I was taking her to rehab.
Don't know. Accident.
Maybe she jumped.
I don't know
because the b*tch was crazy.
Sorry.
Rob. Rob!
Hold on, Shelby.
You picked the wrong convoy, buddy.
Hello?
Hello?
- Hi, Tabby.
- Hey.
Sorry I'm late.
- Hello?
- Smoking.
- Hey, Maxie.
- Hi.
Danny, where's the babysitter?
- She left already.
- Yeah, she lefted.
What?
Are you sure?
Hello?
I'm here.
Hello, it's Tabitha, the Carmines' niece.
Okay.
What's next?
"Quiet time. "
Boys, you're supposed to be quiet.
Hello?
Yes, hi. I'm here for June.
June? There's no June here.
Oh, well, no, she's been sitting
over here today.
I dropped her off earlier.
She missed cheerleading practice,
I'm getting worried.
I'm her boyfriend, Owen.
I'm the Carmines' niece and when
I got here, she had already left.
Just left the children alone?
- You haven't heard from her since?
- I haven't heard from her.
I didn't even see her.
Oh, it's just not...
It's not like her to not call me.
Maybe she just went to a friend's house.
With the storm and all.
Yeah, I guess so.
I just...
Be sure...
...to tell her that I stopped by
if you see her.
I will.
And what are his special powers?
He can... He flies.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
And shoots fire from his hands.
I tooted.
Excuse me.
Okay, men, time to hit the hay.
Okay, good night, love bug.
Sleep tight.
- Good night.
- Night, Tabby.
No, no, no, leave it cracked.
Okay.
Just go to sleep.
- Hello?
- Tabitha? It's Aunt Grace.
Sorry to be calling so late,
but you know.
Yeah, no, no. It's okay.
Oh, I didn't wake you?
No. No.
I just wanted to check on the little ones.
How are they?
They're fine. Perfect angels.
They went to bed no problem.
Okay, good.
Listen...
...I love your new house
but the clown in my room...
No offense, but I hate it.
Oh, God, which one now?
The big one.
Which one?
You know, the really big one.
I'm not sure which one you mean.
The one that sits in the chair.
You know, it's life-size.
The really, really big one.
You have him propped up
in that rocking chair.
Tabby, what are you talking about?
In the guest bedroom,
with all the other clowns.
The one bigger than me.
We don't own anything like that.
Yeah, you do.
I'm looking right at it.
Tabitha.
Tabitha, are you there?
Tabitha!
Tabitha!
Boys.
Wake up.
Boys?
Where are you?
What's wrong, Tabby?
Don't be scared.
Boys, listen to me, we have to hide.
There's a bad man,
a very bad man in the house.
He just wants to play.
Like earlier at the door.
That was him?
Owen.
No, don't!
But, Tabby, he said he just wanted
to have some fun.
Help!
Help!
Help!
Get going.
Come on.
Hurry up, hurry up.
Boys, run. Get help.
Run.
No!
No!
Miss Wright, do you know anybody
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