Laid To Rest Page #3

I feel like if I stay a bit

I might remember something.

And I'd rather not move, ever.

Well, all right then.

You stay here with the girl.

The keys are inside here.

I'm gonna lock that door.

You make sure you don't open it

unless you know it's me.

Lock the door, please.

Great idea.

Make sure that's locked.

Whoa whoa.

Princess, you're not thinking clearly.

That is not a good idea.

We've got a few weapons, right?

We've got the tire stick

that you hit him with.

The stupidest thing

I've ever done.

We've got the knife

that Tucker found in there.

And we have this.

Okay, fine. Fine.

I don't understand.

I think it's my turn

to take something from him.

He's strong. He's got a lot of stuff

to kill people.

I don't know,

I'd say he has the advantage...

...not to mention the car

which helps him a lot.

And he's probably got

a lot of gas in it as well.

Oh my God, what if he comes back

before Tucker does?

We'll be fine.

How? How?

Look...

...you don't know

what it's like to wake...

...wake up in that thing.

I must have a mom who loves me

and wants me home.

Stephen:
It's not Tucker, is it?

Princess:
No, it's him.

Stephen:
He's been there all along.

Looks like we're gonna have to abort.

Flag on the play.

He's not coming in here.

Princess:
No, we're going in there.

No. No. No.

Princess! Prin-- hey!

No no no no.

Over here. Over here.

Me. Me.

Hey hey hey. Me.

No no no. No!

Princess!

Help me. Help me.

He's coming. Please help me!

Help me, please. Please.

Please help me. Please.

He's coming.

Don't let him put me back.

Don't let him put me back.

I want to go home.

Shh.

- Please help me.

- I'm sorry.

- Help me!

- Shh.

No! No!

I'm sorry. I'll get us help.

No. No.

Help!

Princess:
No.

No!

No!

No!

Princess?

Woman:
No!

No!

And there's these windows,

but they're kind of high up.

- I don't know where he is, so--

- All right.

All you had to do was watch her,

just keep her safe.

Don't blame me.

You're the one who yelled at her and left.

I don't know, she said she had to

take something.

I don't know.

Come on, let's go.

Princess on tape: Are you from--?

Are you from the police?

Son of a b*tch.

Jesus Christ.

- Which one's she in?

- I don't know. I can't look.

Is it her? Is it her?

No. Sick motherf***er.

Come on.

Oh my God.

- Come on, back there.

- Back there?

You've got to be careful.

I don't know if you hit him.

I hit him at least once.

Well, then where is he?

Oh, God help us.

Stay alert.

We're gonna find the girl first,

then we'll look for him.

This time I'll make sure

to put a bullet in his ass.

Jesus Christ.

Come on.

We're too late.

- Is she dead?

- She's alive. She's alive.

Here, reload the gun.

Hold on, girl.

We're coming.

Oh.

- Are you sure you hit him?

- I'm pretty sure.

Pretty sure?

Hey.

Come on, come on.

- Hey, Princess.

- We thought we lost you.

Guys...

...we're out of here.

Wow.

Oh, hey, here I am.

Nobody's home.

- Oh, God.

- Look what I've found.

Fire that puppy up.

Call 911.

Heck, I'm calling everybody.

Are you kidding?

This is one of those Chinese ones,

'cause it's really advanced, really fancy.

If you use--

- Oh, sugar.

- What now?

It needs some sort of a password

to make a call.

Jesus Christ. That figures.

- What do we do now?

- Die.

No, D-l-E-- "die."

- Good good.

- Okay okay.

No, huh-uh.

"Coffin" or "casket."

Good good good.

No.

No. Try the next one.

No, still not good.

- I think I know what it is.

- All ears back here.

"Chrome skull."

Craptacular.

That was a good one too.

"Thank you for contacting

the 911 emergency website.

Your emergency is important to us

and will be handled in the order...

...it was received. If this is

a life-threatening situation...

...please call 911 or your local

law enforcement."

We may have a problem.

Why don't we

just head towards town?

Hell, we got us a car. Ain't like he can

chase us now, right?

Yeah, but my car is there.

He can use that.

I hope to God he does, 'cause just like us

he ain't gonna make it far in your car.

The smartest thing for us to do

is to go to Moreland's.

We can stock up on bullets.

We can use the phone...

...and finally get some five-oh

on the way.

Look, pop the trunk. Let me see

if there's anything else we can use...

...maybe another cell phone.

Check the glove compartment too.

What do you see?

Nothing good.

Are you from the police?

Look here, it's not my fault.

I told you folks are starting

to complain...

...about the stink coming from there.

You understand me?

Do you know what I had

to tell Bates?

I had to tell him I had no keys.

Do you know what he told me?

He'll be back in the morning.

He wants in.

You ain't gotta look, okay?

Okay, we just need

to lift these inside...

...just get them inside.

All right?

And this sh*t--

this sh*t ain't part of the deal.

You got it? Not at all.

I ain't never had one of them

jump at me...

...never, not in my house.

You're supposed to keep that sh*t

up there.

Women's voices:
Bring her out.

I'll take care of the piggy.

And the other piggy?

- Can you do this?

- I don't know if I can do this.

God damn you.

This is gonna cost you extra.

It's gonna cost you

a whole lot extra, you understand me?

And I want you to get them all--

all off my land tonight.

God damn it.

All right, now don't worry.

Don't worry.

I gotta get the right key.

I'll get you out of there, don't worry.

- I just gotta find the right key.

- Hurry up.

- Oh, God.

- Come on, pull it together, man.

He cut my mother up. I saw my mom.

He cut my mom. He cut her all up.

How long is it gonna take

to get to the market?

Please please, can't you see

what we're doing here?

Can't you give us a break?

We ain't going to that market,

all right?

We're gonna hold out here

until dawn.

Then we're gonna drive to my house

and meet my brother-in-law.

He's got one of them phones

and it don't need a code to call.

Come on, get ready.

One...

Tucker:
Put the camera down.

Would you put the camera down

and get in the car?

If you ain't gonna help out,

just be quiet.

When I come back

I want that goddamn camera.

Come on. Just don't look.

- I can't do it.

- One, two, three.

It's all right.

It's dead anyway.

Oh, no.

Stephen:
Where do you think

she's headed?

Tucker:
She seems fit to see

them pictures on that camera.

Stephen:
I don't think

that'd be a good idea.

Tucker:
Come on,

pick up the pace.

If we can make it back

to the funeral home

your car should get us

down to the market.

Man on radio:
# The Baptist Jesus

and the Catholic Jesus #

# And the Jesus

up on Broadway... #

You reckon she can find the market

with that dash map thing?

Yeah, most likely.

Tucker:
Does that mean

he can see where she's headed?

Afraid so.

# Sexy b*tches are my favorite

kind of b*tches #

# Sexy b*tches are

my favorite kind of b*tches... #

Stephen:
It's him! It's him! Hey!

- What the f--?

- Get a car.

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