Dead End Page #5

-You found us a fence!

A fence. Good, good.

There must be a farm

on the other side. It's not that tight.

I'll hold it up.

You crawl under. Go on.

-Now you hold it for me.

-Okay.

Dad! Look!

-Hello!

-Hello!

Hello!

We're here! We're here!

No!

No, it can't be!

How can it be? How can...

How can it be?

-Maybe we got lost.

-lf we were lost...

we would have come out

at the same side of the road.

-Somebody is f***ing with us.

-Calm down.

I don't wanna calm down!

I want this sh*t to stop!

-It's still locked.

-So what?

So who turned on the lights?

Who turned them on?

Laura?

-I'm not getting back in that car.

-Me neither.

What are you writing?

Things I wanna do

when this is over.

So?

Do you want me to help you?

-What about playing bridge?

-How old do you think I am?

I wanna do something... cool.

I wanna buy an Atari, a computer,

a bunch of videogames.

If you wanna do something cool,

then I'd go for the PlayStation.

What's that?

Never mind.

Atari is cooler anyway.

Maybe buy some of those

Marilyn Bronson CDs.

Manson.

-What did you write?

-That's none of your business.

Stop!

-What's going on?

-I knew it.

Somebody is playing with us.

That's the same cabin as before.

There's probably 1 00 ranger stations

on this road. It can't be the same one.

No, it can't be. But it is.

-Oh, sh*t! Go get the flashlight.

-No.

Go get the flashlight!

Marion?

What are you doing?

Stop it! Stop it!

-There's someone in here! I know it!

-Dad, stop it!

We are damned.

Dad, come on.

No road goes on forever.

Where the fog come from?

-There's no fog, dad.

-No fog?

Somebody needs to pay a visit to

Dr. Sacks to get her eyes checked.

-Where's the whiskey?

-I threw it away, remember?

What?

You threw away my whiskey?

My whiskey? Ungrateful little brat.

-Dad, calm down.

-You think because I'm weak...

...you can start messing with me?

-Dad, listen to me.

What are you doing?

That'll teach you to think twice

before you touch my booze.

Dad, please. Please.

Shut up! Shut up!

God damn you!

Marion?

Marion?

Marion? My baby!

Oh, God, what did I do?

What did I do?

Oh, my baby...

So, you've come for her, huh?

Well, you'll have to kill me first,

you b*tch!

Why us, huh? Why?

What did we ever do to you?

All we wanted was a nice Christmas.

Is that too much to ask,

to have a nice Christmas?

Come on out!

Where are you hiding?

Come on! I'll give you a taste

of your own medicine, you b*tch!

I'll send you right straight back...

Dad? Dad?

He is dead.

-He is dead!

-Oh, God!

Get started!

Come on. Come on!

Start! Come on!

Let's end it!

Come on!

Stop playing with me!

Please! Please!

He's not here for you!

Dad!

Don't try to talk.

Everything is gonna be okay now.

-Just try to get some rest, okay?

-I'm pregnant.

It's all right, Marion.

We know.

Both of you are gonna be fine.

-How is she?

-Are you a member of the family?

No, I'm the one who found them.

I reported the accident.

She was lucky, she was

thrown out of the car.

Been in a coma for a few hours, but

she's gonna be fine. A few broken...

...ribs and a concussion.

-But the others died.

-Do they know what happened?

-According to the police...

father must have fallen asleep

and crashed into an oncoming car.

-A woman and her baby.

-They died too.

Well...

thank you. Thank you for

what you did. Doctor...

-Marcott. Helen Marcott.

-Thank you, Doctor Marcott.

Not again.

Sh*t.

Hey!

-Nice car.

-Yeah, I'm a collector.

-Can I give you a lift?

-Why not?

Must have been a messy one.

Broken glass everywhere.

I should be at home

stuffing myself today.

So should they.

Did you drop this?

No, what have you got there?

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