Drag Me to Hell Page #5
left a warning.
Is it over?
- It's over.
You'll burn in hell!
You'll burn in hell!
- You b*tch, you will burn in hell!
Your time's coming!
You'll burn in hell!
You ok?
Oh, sh*t!
You sure, yourself ok with the
San Barbara trip? - Ya.
Ya?
- I'm fine.
And what..what time should I get you?
- It's better, if I meet you at the station.
There's something, I got to do on the way.
- I can do it, lemme do it on the way...
- No, no, I got it under control.
Meet you up at 07.30...
Wait, where's my envelope?
What envelope?
- It was in my purse, I just had it.
It's just an envelope!
- No, it's gotta be here!
If it's here, we will find it eventually.
Oh, my God,
I thought I lose it!
Ok!
Are you sure,
you don't want anything else?
- No.
- So you're just gonna sit here,
drinking coffee on your own?
- Yes.
May be..what is it to you?
Honey, I'm earning my money on tips.
Coffee drinkers don't tip!
Honey, just keep the coffee coming and
I'll give you a tip, you won't forget.
Oh, my gosh,
that smells good.
Your the sweetest person in the world.
Never mind, what's it about, Stu.
Just get here in 10 mins or...
I gonna tell Mr. Jacks something,
you don't me to tell him.
- Oh, yeah?
About what?
Well, for starters, that you stole the McPherson
loan file off my desk...
..and gave it to First National!
Now, you got 9 minutes!
Give me another.
- Seriously?
Oh God, Christine,
please don't betray me.
I mean, if my dad finds out...
Just tell me what you want?
I need to give something to you.
A little gift!
A gift...?
I don't understand!
I thought you called me down here...
because I gave that loan to
First National...
Look, you don't need to understand!
Just shut up!
Now, this gift that I'm giving you...
..will become your property,
you will be the owner, alight?
- Ok.
Ok.
What?
Forget it.
I thought, you wanted to give it to me
because of the loan stuff...
Just leave!
Ok!
Thank you so much, Christine.
But your not gonna tell my dad, right?
Go!
- Ok.
Who does...this?
GANUSH SYLVIA:
Well, is it possible?
There are gypsy blessings,
which also works with dead.
They give gifts to their departed,
very favourite to the deceased soul.
But truelly, the soul never dies.
Yes, I do beleive you could give
the curse...
..to someone who has passed on.
But you must give a formal gift,
to the cursed object,
..to the deceased.
- Oh, I'll do better than that!
I'll shove it down her goddamn throat!
How many gifts...
GANUSH:
I'm giving it back to you!
You gonna take this thing!
Are you gonna take this thing?
Take it!
That's the last of my hair,
you're cutting!
I, Christine Brown, do hereby,
make a formal gift...
..this button, to you, Sylvia Ganush.
Choke on it, b*tch!
Goodbye!
Hi, it's Christine, leave a message and
I'll call you back.
Christine, it's Jim.
Jim Jacks.
I'm sorry, I'm calling so early...
But last night, I found out some
troubling information...
..about our friend Stu Rubin.
Apparently, he stole your file on
the McPherson loan...
..and then tried to broke his own deal
with First National.
I guess,
he thought he wouldn't find out.
And we wouldn't have either, except that,
An hour ago he came by my house and
tried to pin the whole thing on you!
After I confronted him about
a few inconsistencies in the story...
..he broke down crying, well,
we won't be seeing him around anymore.
So, I just wanted you to know that,
Come, monday morning,
..that Asst. Manager's postion will be
waiting for you.
Hi!
Good morning.
I'm sorry. But...
- I just...I just want this coat.
We are not open yet!
My boyfriend and I are taking
this really...
..special trip this morning.
Please.
Hi!
Hey, oh!
Wo-o-w!
Oh God,
so glad you are here!
So many things I wanna to tell.
You wanna listen to something,
I have to say?
Although I have it straight in my head?
- Ok, go right ahead.
You never stopped looking out for me.
Thank you for that.
something,
..that I couldn't admit to you before.
I could have given Mrs. Ganush
another extension on her loan.
But I didn't.
It was my decision...
And it was wrong of me.
You have such a good heart.
Your are so beautiful now.
Do you like my new coat?
I do, I really do,
what happened the old one?
I threw it out,
Oh no, I got this back,
look what I found.
I found this on a car...
I thought..ehh...
I thought may be you could..
I thought, may be you could
put it back on...
I have my Sterling Liberty quarter...
As the envelope says...Chris...
Chris, what's wrong?
Oh my God!
- Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey...stop!
Chris, oh God!
Hey, hey!
Hey, hey, you-u-u!
Oh God, no!
Help me-e-e!
Help me-e-e!
Help me-e-e!
Help me, please-e-e-e!
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