Bones Page #3

You better hope not,|'cause it's like they say...

...four can keep a secret|if three are dead.

Daddy?

Hey, Tia.|I'm just talking to a friend.

I'll be right in.

Nice rack.

How old is she?|Does she... You know?

That's my daughter, Lupovich.

Get the f*** off my property.

Your daughter.|Nice to see you.

You fat bastard.|Son of a b*tch.

Got it. And twist.

I don't know what we're gonna|do with this place, boy.

It's all good.|It's ugly, but it's home.

You know that's bad luck, right?

That place is bad luck.

Why's that?

I don't know.|It goes way back.

Or so my mother says.

What else does your mama say?

You know, nothin' much.

If I told you,|you'd think she was crazy.

And one thing|my mother is not is crazy.

OK. So?

All right.

I can't believe|I'm telling you this.

My mother says|that every house is two houses.

Every street, two streets.

Two's good.

There's a whole city,|a whole world...

...kind of beside, on top...

...just below...

...the city of the dead.

There's this invisible wall...

...a fabric that keeps|things separate.

Lucky thing.

Sure is, but when|something bad happens...

...something really bad...

...the wall breaks, tears.

And the dead get out?

Or the living fall in.|Who knows?

And you believe it?

If I did, do you think...

I'd come within|50 yards of your door?

Get out!

Y'all better stop|messin' around!

Go, boy!

What the f***!

Freak!

What's the matter, bro?

Are you spooked?

Maybe just a little,|all right?

I know. There is kind of|a strange vibe up in here.

Make yourself comfortable|around the circle.

We will begin in just a moment.

You gonna join us?

Can't. Gotta finish|this for schooI.

God gave you the vision.

I hate to see you waste it|on painting pretty pictures.

You got your vision|and I got mine...

...and I won't waste mine|like you did.

Sorry, Mama. Maybe next time?

I don't want you to go|to that house anymore...

...and I want you to stay away|from those kids and that dog.

That dog is a servant of evil.

Ever been inside?

Yeah, back in the day.

Before it became what it is.

And what's that?

It's a bad place...

...and a door to worse.

I gots to T.C.B. Tonight...

...so I should be through|about 7:00.

Come see me.

Can't I get there early|and give you some good luck?

No, baby. You know|I don't need no luck.

I'm just letting them|have their say...

...before I tell them no.

All right,|let me see your hands.

Come on,|let me see your hands.

- Come on, baby.|- Please?

All that readin',|advisin', shiny mess...

...that was your mama's bag.

It was my mama's bag|and her grandmama...

...and a long line of mamas|before her.

Sounds like Mama needs|a brand-new bag.

Let me see your hands.|Please?

Your left hand is the past...

...your right hand|is the present and the future.

This is your life line,|and this-

Jimmy, there's a line across|your life line.

Must be my clothesline.

Maybe my phone line.

Jimmy, I'm serious!

CanceI the meeting.|Don't go. Stay with me.

Don't you worry|about nothin', baby.

These hands will be|stroking your neck tonight.

Jimmy, please!

PearI, trust me.

Thought you might be|needing some help.

Look at this, man.|It looks like blood.

The floor's throbbing.

Aw, snap.

It feels like a heartbeat.

It's just a problem|in the plumbing.

You're probably right...

...but I'm gonna check it out...

...and y'all are coming with me.

Come on.

- Whoa!|- Damn!

What is this?|Look at this, man!

Maurice,|what you think that is?

It's rust. Rust never sleeps.

You call that rust?

Now where does this go, huh?

Don't ask me.

Now what?

Eat that spinach, boy.

- There you go.|- You got it.

I'm not going down there.

Go ahead, Tia.|I'm right behind you.

Don't get behind me.

Just some flies. Come on.

What is that smell?

What'd you expect, Cynthia?

Where there's smoke,|there's fire.

Flies, there's sh*t!

Disgusting!

Space that's so perfect|for a recording studio?

Maurice, not now.|Just shut up, man.

He got a point, though.

It'll just take a little more|work than I thought.

Think about it.|Put down a real floor.

Put some dampening|on the wall...

...we'll have|totally controlled sound.

It'll be perfect.

We'll make our first record|where no one can hear us scream.

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Oh, my God!

Oh, sh*t.

Give me some light.

Hello. Who are you?

Ladies and gentlemen,|boys and girls...

I'd like you to meet|Jimmy Bones.

What are you talking about?

"This is the story|of Jimmy Bones...

"black as night|and hard as stone.

"Gold-plated deuce|like the king of Siam...

"got a switchblade loose|and a diamond on his hand. "

There's the switchblade|and the diamond, man.

You telling me|this could be him?

Damn. It's so fresh.

Put that thing down!|What are you doing?

You can't take that.|It might be evidence!

Evidence of what?

Patrick, doesn't it seem|a little odd to you...

...that he'd stab himself|in the chest and bury himself?

I agree.

Bones, settle down!

Do something about the dog.

What we have to do|is call the police.

For someone so cute,|you're so stupid sometimes.

Call the police,|we don't get a permit.

We can't just leave him,|can we?

- Yes, we can.|- What?

He ain't goin' nowhere.

We will deal with this|after the weekend.

- Let's go!|- F*** it, whatever!

You put your fingers|all over it!

Maurice,|I'll leave you down here.

I'm coming!

Cyn?

What?

You all right?

Yeah.

Come on. Let's go.

Patrick, what up?

I'm coming.

- Come on.|- I'm coming.

I guess|he won't be needing this.

Or this.

Well, you know|she doesn't want me here.

With you... in this house.

Whatever.

It's true.|She doesn't trust you...

...and neither do I.

I can handle your mother.

- No, you can't.|- Yes, I can.

She will love me, watch.

No, she won't. Trust me.

See, but the X-factor|is your daddy.

I don't know nothin'|about him.

Neither do I.

I never met him.

She won't talk about him.|Ever.

Wow. I'm sorry.

Don't be. It's OK.|I'm not sad about it.

It's life, you know?

I've never known him,|so it's totally normal to me.

I'm not doing too well|with this.

Yeah, you are.

Patrick, stop.

What?

I can't.

All right.

Do you want me to take you home?

No. I want to stay|with you guys-

No, no, no.

You don't have to explain.|I understand.

I'll go sleep with the guys.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

'Night.

Welcome...

...my brothers and my sisters.

We will begin with our hymn.

The spirit world is|all around us at this moment...

...and the dearly departed|are here...

...among us,|pressing around us.

It's OK. You can stay.

But no getting fresh.

This is nice.

There is a spirit among us.

Who has just joined our circle?

Lordy, what is that smell?

Stop. Patrick, cut it out.

Does someone|want to send a message?

Knock once for yes|and twice for no.

Is it someone in our circle?

Stop.

Is it Miss Lillian?

Cut it out.

Is the message|for Miss Abernathy?

Patrick, stop.

Is the message for me?

Patrick, stop! Stop!

No! Jimmy! No!

Patrick, stop!

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