Ginger Snaps Page #5

Or something.

Go get your sister.

- Mom, I don't think...

You've done a terrible thing.

But...

...you're my tiny babies.

As one thing if you leave, it's almost normal

but no one is gonna take you from me.

First thing tomorrow I'll let the house

fill up with gas, and light a match.

What?

We'll start fresh.

Just us girls. It will be fun.

What about dad?

He'll just blame me,

they all will.

This isn't your fault, mom.

Yes it is.

Lock the doors. Okay.

Ginger, come on.

- No, you come on.

What are you doing?

- I know you want too. Everybody does.

Really. Whatever you like, huh?

What would I do?

What would I feel like inside?

- Ginger, stop.

Take me.

- Ginger, your sister...

This is f***ed!

Ginger, get off me.

Jerk!

What? I told you to stop.

God, Ginger get up. I'm sorry.

Get up, Ginger.

You b*tch. You want me? You want me?

Stop hurting everybody else and take me!

I don't want you! I don't even know you!

Brigitte don't.

Brigitte don't!

You wrecked everything for me

that isn't about you.

No. Sh*t.

Now I am you.

I know you are. But what am I?

We got to go.

Bee I can't.

I'm turning too fast.

What the hell did you do that for?

- I won't let you do this Brigitte.

You both need help.

You f***ing idiot.

The cure works. I had to use it on

somebody else but there is more at the house.

This is the only way I could

get her to come back with me.

Oh sh*t!

What? How I'm supposed to know that?

Just help me. OK?

Just get her in your truck and drive us home.

Fine, she rides in the back.

This is nuts, you need a doctor.

Oh!

Jesus.

She could have killed you Brigitte.

She needs me.

Get home. Cure her, cure me.

And then?

Run.

You know you're kidding yourself.

I'll be right back. Give me the syringe.

Dad? Hello?

Oh sh*t!

I had to fix that.

Did she get out?

- Oh god, I hope not.

I can't see anything.

Pass me that flashlight.

F***!

It was your god damn sister!

Oh f***!

The monkshood is in there.

Oh, you're out of your mind.

Not yet.

Be quiet. I gotta get this stuff.

Great.

F***! Where the f*** is she?

Shh.

Lets do this fast.

- Oh yes.

Allright, golds.

Alcohol.

Brigitte...

...have you a lighter?

- I can't feel my hand.

Jesus Christ.

Oh f***!

Go! Go!

Alcohol.

- What?

Oh sh*t. Yeah.

Start pruning off the buds.

Put in.

Easy, easy, easy...

What was that?

Sh*t keep going. Go, go...

I handle this.

Great, that's real f***ing hygienic.

- I doubt it matters.

How about you take this and we blow?

How about No?

Then let me do it, you can hardly move.

No!

You can't do this by yourself.

Let me take the needle,

I'll go into the living room...

...you lead her in,

bam we're done.

Okay.

I'm going.

- Be careful.

Sam?

Ginger?

I can't.

I won't.

F***!

F*** off!

Let me alone!

Ginger?

Come on. It's me.

Okay?

Ginger, please it's me!

You want this?

You want this?

I'm not dying in this room with you!

I'm not dying!

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