Dead End

-You know Mom hates when I'm late.

-I told you...

we should have left earlier.

It's the same damn thing every year.

It's always:
"Where are my

blue shoes, dear?"

Or:
"Dad, I can't find

my Marilyn Bronson CD."

-Marilyn Manson.

-Whatever her name is.

-She's a guy, dad.

-Marilyn? A guy?

What's the world coming to?

-Oh, boy...

-Are you all right, darling?

Yeah.

Dad! Dad!

Oh, God!

My God, what happened?

-Are we there yet?

-ls anybody hurt?

-Marion, are you okay?

-Are you crazy?

-You almost killed us!

-I'm sorry. I must have dozed off.

I hope you slept well. Maybe

I should whip you up some breakfast.

Nobody is hurt.

Get off my back, all right?

For Pete's sakes, why don't you

let someone else drive, for once?

Don't worry.

That woke me up.

The pie is probably ruined.

-Oh, Jesus!

-What is that?

-It's pumpkin and chocolate.

-Smells like ass.

I'd better go out and check the car.

The son of a b*tch didn't even stop!

-Where are we?

-We're on the road.

-What does it look like?

-What happened to the lnterstate?

I thought we could take

the back-way for a change.

What's wrong with the lnterstate?

We've taken it for years!

I was bored.

And I didn't wanna... fall asleep.

-That seemed to work.

-All right.

Car looks okay.

No damage.

-Want me to take the wheel, dad?

-No, thank you, dear.

-I'm growing attached to this car.

-Here we go again.

Did you or did you not put

the Mercedes in the junkyard?

-lt wasn't my fault!

-I'm just teasing you, sweetheart.

There certainly aren't

very many people on this road.

It's Christmas Eve. Most people

are at home, with their families.

-Damn, I'm starving!

-Me too.

I hope your mother doesn't get

experimental with that turkey.

Look, can we drop the subject?

I don't feel very good.

Are you okay, honey-bunny?

You want us to stop?

Long car rides make me queasy. And

all this talk food isn't helping any.

-How about a couple of bookers?

-Shut up, Richard!

-Or some Macaroni and dick-cheese.

-Richard, that's disgusting!

But, mom, there really is a cheese

called dick-cheese. Chinese make it.

You've had dick-cheese before,

right, Brad?

-Grow up, Richard.

-It's 7:
30 already, darling.

I'm aware of that, Laura. I thought

we'd come to a junction by now.

Jesus, Laura, do you have

to suck on it like that?

-That's the way I drink.

-All right, you guys. Calm down.

-Take it easy.

-Marion is right.

When I played baseball, they taught

us this technique to help us relax.

I still use it sometimes.

You breathe in deeply through your

nose and out through your mouth.

Thank you, Brad.

Yeah, thanks, Brad.

-Can I ask you a question, though?

-Sure.

Was your entire school gay,

or was it just the baseball team?

-Richard!

-What?

Richard, it's a technique we use

to helps us get in what we call...

..."The Zone".

-The Homo Zone?

Richard!

This is such a beautiful night!

Does anybody know the name of that

really bright star right in front of us?

There's 1 50 billion stars

up there, for Christ's sake.

That one I know. That bright one is

the North Star. The only one I know.

Thank you.

-Let's sing a song, everybody.

-Okay. What?

-How about "Yellow Submarine"?

-We always do that one.

-Brad, how about "Y.M.C.A"?

-It's Christmas, so how about...

"Jingle Bells"?

Come on. Come on.

You like that part, don't you?

Why did you stop?

A woman.

I saw a woman in the forest.

-Cool. Dad is tripping out.

-Richard.

-Are you sure, dad?

-Well, yeah.

Dressed in white.

She was holding something.

F***!

Hi there.

We are a little lost.

You wouldn't happen to know the

quickest way back to the highway?

Are you all right?

Did you have

an accident or something?

Okay. Anybody got a cell phone?

-No signal.

-We just passed the cabin.

Maybe there's a phone. Richard, be

a gentleman and make room for her.

-Let Brad be the gentleman.

-What's your problem, man?

Relax, buddy.

Breath in slowly through your nose

and out deeply through your ass!

-It's all right, Mrs. Harrington.

-I'll walk.

-I could use the fresh air, anyway.

-You're not walking by yourself.

-I wanna be alone.

-Marion!

-Let me tell you something, smart guy.

-What?

Keep busting my balls and I'll

take you out of the game for good.

-Understand me?

-Yes, sir!

We'll meet you down there in

just a minute. Okay, honey?

Okay.

All right.

Okay, we'll see you there, honey.

Sh*t!

Would you like a nice

hot cup of coffee?

I think she's in shock. We should

have asked Marion what to do.

Honey, we don't need a shrink.

We'll call 91 1.

-Okay.

-They'll know how to handle it.

Damn! F***ing stinks in here.

It's the baby...

jack-ass.

-Where are you going, sweetie?

-Away from you guys.

Teenagers.

What's your name?

Where do you live?

-She's not gonna be much help.

-No.

Hello, Miss July.

Does anybody live here?

Maybe it's one of those old

forest ranger stations.

Jesus, Laura.

You scared the sh*t out of me.

Sorry. They have very interesting

wall hangings, these rangers.

So, what's his name?

Do it, baby.

You got a ring. You married?

Marion and I are getting married.

Actually...

don't say anything but I'm proposing

to her tonight at her grandmother's.

Remember when you said you would

kill yourself if I ever left you?

I hope that was just

a figure of speech, 'cause...

Brad, we've had some

great times together, but...

I think we need to go on

with our lives separately.

Sh*t.

-Damn!

-Was there no dial tone?

No, Laura, I just forgot

the number for 91 1.

It's Amy.

My little girl.

Her name is Amy.

-She's so cold.

-Not surprised. It's freezing here.

-You hold her.

-No.

I'm not really a baby kind of guy.

How does she breathe with

all those blanket on her face?

Don't worry.

She's dead.

That's a good one.

Oh, my God!

Sh*t!

-What the hell was that?

-Richard!

Richard!

-Yeah, I'm here!

-Get over here.

Where's Brad and the lady?

-Brad!

-Are you okay?

-Yeah, I'm fine. What's going on?

-Brad!

Hey, d*ckhead!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

-Dad?

-What?

-They got Brad.

-What are you talking about?

-I saw Brad in a car! We gotta go.

-What car?

We've gotta go!

Frank, slow down.

You are gonna kill us all.

You saw a car driving by

and Brad was in the back of it?

-Yes.

-I don't get that! Why...

I saw him. They were hurting him.

You have to stop them!

-Okay! Where the hell did they go?

-Maybe they took a side road.

Did you see one?

Me neither.

-At least you don't drive like a p*ssy.

-Shut up, a**hole!

-What's going on?

-Why did you stop?

Laura, give me the flashlight, please.

Where's he going?

-Why did he stop?

-Just a minute.

Stay back. Stay back!

Don't come over here,

for God's sake.

-F*** me!

-Oh, God!

Richard, get your sister

back in the car now.

My baby.

Do you have her?

Jesus Christ...

What is he doing?

He's trying to get Brad's phone.

-With a stick?

-You got a better idea?

I can't believe I'm gonna do this.

Look out.

Oh, God...

Good boy, Richard.

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