Desperation Page #3

But his agent

made a huge stink...

about picking up,

wayward hitchhikers.

Hey, boss, that you?

Steve...

Steve, I'm...

Johnny?

Boss, is that...

Trouble...

I hear you, boss.

What's wrong?

Boss?

About a mile and...

about a mile and a half...

Boss?

Boss? Boss!

Steve...

Boss? Boss?!

Steve, can you...

can you hear me? S...

S...

Shoot.

Lost him.

Miss me?

Where you taking me?

The old calabozo,

my friend...

Where anything you bray

will be abused against you...

in the court of caw.

Well, aren't you going

to at least say gesundheit?

He's in trouble isn't he?

Said something

about the cops.

Oh, God.

Bad.

Not good.

Big ego. Big temper.

Just hope he hasn't

killed anybody.

All right,

brace yourself, Cynthia.

There might be blood.

Yeah, I will.

I'm a woman.

I can deal with blood.

Look, John.

What in the name of God

is going on?

What's up

with the praying, David?

I've been doing it since

Bryan's accident.

Everyone thought he'd die.

Your sister died.

I'd say that's

a pretty lousy bargain.

Honey, leave him alone...

I want to know about this!

He's praying.

That's all.

He's not hurting

anybody.

Praying is great.

Without it, the crusades would've

never gotten off the ground.

Do you do this

all the time, son?

Or is it special?

I ask for help in the morning

and give thanks at night.

In the middle I just

take a few minutes...

and try to...

get open.

Sort of like a football

receiver or something.

It's hard to explain.

Bryan got you going on this?

Bryan's accident.

You remember

the doctor saying...

how his recovery was

almost miraculous?

I saw him, Mom.

It wasn't "almost."

Bryan, look out!

Bryan!

Bryan!

Bryan, are you OK?

Bryan, are you...

Help me! Somebody help me!

I think he's dying!

Come on, please.

God, please don't

let him die.

If you save him,

I'll do something for you.

Anything you want,

I promise.

Only don't let him die.

Please don't let him die.

God could work a miracle

on your friend...

but not on your baby sister?

He couldn't save her

from that cop?

What kind of a god is that?

I don't know what kind

of god he is.

Look, leave him alone.

I want to know how you

can get on your knees...

and pray to a god

who killed your sister!

Lady, he's your son...

and I don't mean

to interfere.

But why don't you take

it easy on the boy?

I know you lost

your little girl.

I lost my husband.

It's been a tough day

on everyone.

Tough day.

Listen.

Maybe it's help.

No. It's Collie.

I recognize the engine.

His name is

Collie Entragian.

He's been on the force

here for...

about 12 years.

I'm... I'm the vet

in these parts...

and I took care of

Collie's dogs.

He was a nice fellow.

Yeah, a real sweetheart.

Till this, I mean.

I'll tell you

something, though.

He's bigger.

What do you mean,

"he's bigger"?

Bigger.

Taller.

A few inches at least.

That's impossible.

I know.

Look at us, would you.

Just one big happy family.

Tak.

I don't even know

what I'm looking for.

His bike...

Skid marks, or just anything

out of the ordinary.

- Wait, wait... what is that?

- What?

He said something about an R.V.

Hey!

What? What is it?

Just a reflection,

I guess. Go slow.

Hello?

Anybody home?

Look.

This is some little

girl's favorite.

See how the dress

is patched?

So why was it left

in the sand?

Yeah. And why...

Why are all the tires flat, you know?

Like, not just one or two

of them, but all of them.

Eeny, meeny, miney, mo.

Catch a tourist by the toe.

Don't you scream.

Don't you shout.

Time has come

to take you... out.

Leave them alone!

Haven't you done

enough to us?

In a word...

No.

Come on out, hon.

Or this no chin,

pencil neck, paper pusher...

gets it right

between the eyes.

Ellie, no.

And the boy goes next.

No!

I'll be all right.

OK.

That's right, hon.

Fine as fiddlesticks.

If you want that...

take me where my son

won't have to see.

Oh, don't worry, hon.

I don't want "that."

Especially not from "you."

Mom, no!

Leave her alone,

you bastard!

Leave my mother alone.

Don't worry, honey.

I'll be back. OK?

Make him stop.

Dad, make him stop.

Oh, God.

I'm warning you.

If you hurt her, you'll be sorry.

Maybe.

But I doubt it.

You're just a little

prayboy, aren't you?

Yes, yes, you are.

You just little prayboy

in a baseball shirt.

Well, go ahead and pray.

See what good it does.

But God ain't here

any more than he was...

when Jesus was dying

on the cross with flies in his eyes.

Tak!

Tak! Ah lah!

Him en tow!

If you set a hand

or a foot outside your cell...

he'll have it off before you

even know it was gone.

Leave her alone.

Son!

I will put a stick through

your mother and spin her...

until she catches fire

if I so desire.

And you'll not stop me.

And I'll come back for you.

Collie!

Don't hurt her!

Carver. Carver.

Well, there was boy here

as well as a girl.

David Carver. Carver.

What do you got?

Jewelry.

Earrings and rings.

You know, not Tiffany,

but not cheap either.

Not the kind of stuff

you'd leave behind...

unless you were in a hurry.

Time for the cops, isn't it?

Well, I'm pretty sure

the boss said something...

about being like

a mile from the R.V.

So...

Before we start

yelling for the cops...

You're crazy.

Cynthia!

Why are you

taking me here?!

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Oh, God.

Please, don't kill me.

Just...

Now what?

Well, there's a town

not too far far east of here...

Desperation.

They got some cute names

out here, don't they?

Yeah, I don't

care about the name.

I just care about if they have

at least one working phone...

and maybe

one working cop.

Yeah.

Wouldn't that be nice.

# Mother Mary #

# What's the story #

# Save my soul

from Purgatory #

Pie.

Murder God.

That's what it really says.

Pie, I'm sorry

he killed you.

Never mind.

I have something for you.

Tak ah lah!

Tak!

Look, David.

David, are you OK?

Could you

please turn around?

This is a little

embarrassing.

David, whatever

you have in mind...

It can't be a good idea.

It's the only idea.

Who says so, son?

My sister...

God.

Are you going to stop this...

before you son does

something he regrets?

David, you don't

have to do this.

The cop's bleeding out.

He can't last much longer.

It won't take him long...

to kill my mom

if decides to.

David, I don't know

what you're planning...

But I forbid it.

Sorry, Dad.

What's he doing?

David! David,

you don't have to do this.

You'll get stuck.

Even if you do get out,

That thing'll eat you

from the feet up.

Lord, close its mouth

like you did with the lions...

When Daniel was cast

into their den.

Amen.

Stop it!

Get away from him

you ugly bastard.

Here, here. Here! Here!

Hey! Hey, come on!

Get over here,

you mutt.

Come to me!

Come to me!

Come on,

take another bite!

Come this way!

Come to me!

David, there's no time!

Come on, move!

Get out of there, David!

David, pull it!

Get out of there!

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