Freshwater Page #7

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when you said I could get

back at these rich jerks

who treated me like sh*t my entire life.

I didn't know what you meant.

This has been amazing.

You know?

We're like modern day Bonnie and Clyde.

You know they didn't even

notice what I was doing.

You proud of me?

I did good right.

I'm very proud of you.

And I couldn't pull

this off without you.

But like I said,

I don't like loose ends.

(screaming)

Still nothing?

No nothing not even a dial tone.

Try it again.

You think something's changed

in the passed few seconds?

Matty, just try it.

(phone ringing)

OPERATOR:
911, what's

your emergency?

Oh my god you have to help

us, we're on Beecher's Island,

people are dying.

OPERATOR:
Okay slow down,

has their been an accident?

No, no, I don't know

our friends are dead,

you have to get us off this island.

[Operator] The Sheriff

called in a little while ago,

he's heading out your way,

he should be there soon.

Stay on the line with

me until he gets there.

(knocking on door)

OFFICER:
State police.

Oh my god.

Is there some trouble out here?

You have to get us out of here.

OFFICER:
That's

what I came to do.

The police are here.

Let's go.

OFFICER:
Sheriff, we got

a call to head out here.

It's terrible.

25 years I've been a

police officer and I never

seen anything like this.

Have you seen Melody?

Or Kim?

Sheriff, what the hell's going on?

It seems that we had a unique

serial killer in our town.

Got all the evidence back on

my desk in my office and the,

the killer, she's down there.

She?

Yeah, if only I wish I

would've gotten to her

before she hurt somebody.

OFFICER:
Did you?

I had to shoot her.

She won't be killing anymore.

Oh thank god.

I'm sorry about your friends.

Deputy Clyde,

he was right about everything.

MATT:
This is all so surreal.

It's over now.

Guess I'll call for backup,

get things cleaned up.

I'm gonna take these two back.

I'll send someone over

for evidence interviews.

Alright, thanks Trooper.

Come on, guys.

I guess,

I don't understand why she did this.

There's no understanding it.

Sociopath just does what he does.

No rhyme or reason.

Just can't wrap my head around it.

We're alive.

That's all I can wrap my head around.

(engine turning over)

(eerie music)

We're okay.

We're gonna be okay.

Yep.

We're gonna be okay.

(whistling)

(upbeat bluegrass music)

(singing in French)

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