Meeting Evil Page #3

Hello, is anyone home?

Hello?

Richie.

Is anybody home?

Look. It's half full. Help yourself.

It's called stealing.

It's called a drink.

Look, now, you do what you want.

I just want you to know,

I'm telling the police everything.

That's it.

Is there somebody home?

-Ma'am?. Hello?. Hello?.

-Is this the police?

Look, there's been a terrible accident.

Sir, I would like for you

to leave the premises right now.

Listen, we need an ambulance.

Highway 1 1 1, 20 miles east of town,

there's a guy dying on the road.

We do have a squad car on the way.

-Sir, sir, please identify yourself.

-My name's John Felton.

I'm fine, but there's a man

dying in the middle of 1 1 1.

Send an ambulance right...

Is anybody home?

Is anybody here?

Hello?

You're still here? Call the cops?

Is she okay?

She who?

There was a woman on the phone. All right?

I heard the woman on the phone.

I know there's somebody here.

Is she okay?

You know, I bet your place

is a lot more tidy than this trap.

Maybe you could invite me over sometime.

Sure, why not? Yeah.

You know I would behave

like a guest in your house.

Maybe I could come over for dinner when

this is all over, and we can have a laugh.

Yeah, that sounds good.

"That sounds good, Richie.

Sure, yeah, come over."

-Look, don't talk down to me, John.

-I'm not. I'm not.

You'd better say what you mean

and stop barking out

a bunch of meaningless phrases.

I mean it. I do.

Okay, I mean it.

All right? It's okay.

-Yeah. It's okay.

-Good.

I'm gonna hold you to that.

No.

Listen, you'd be our guest. Okay?

Just please...

There's nothing you can do for her now.

You turned your back on things

your whole life, John.

One more time won't kill you. Will it?

Listen, you told me

that there was nobody in the house.

You knew better than that.

You gotta trust

your own best instincts, John.

If you don't, you're not gonna make it.

It's up to you.

-It's okay.

-What's going on?

It's all right.

We're gonna get out of here, all right?

Stick with me, okay? Okay.

I have a shotgun! And I know how to use it.

Kid.

Don't do that!

Put it down, all right?

We're just trying to help.

Where's my grandma?

-She...

-Richie, don't.

-She ain't here.

-Back the f*** up!

She wanted me to tell you something.

-Richie.

-Something

she wanted you to know.

You see that field over there?

Now, I'm gonna give you a chance to run.

But your grandma wanted me to tell you

I'm gonna be coming after you. Get.

Richie, please, just stop.

It's not a game any more.

-Please, just...

-What makes you think so?

Please, I'm just asking you, that's all.

I'm just asking.

Okay.

-I'm sorry, please just...

-John, let's go. He's not gonna hurt us.

You think not?

I'm not afraid of you.

You ought to be.

Jesus, Tammy. Tammy.

Jesus.

Tammy.

Tammy. Tammy.

I bet she does things

your wife would never do.

-I wouldn't know.

-Well, what's your wife like, John?

If you don't tell me, I'll find out for myself.

She means everything to me.

Right.

But I'm sure there's times

you'd like to kill her though, right?

No.

But I'd kill anybody that tried to hurt her.

I understand that.

Things that I hate most are things that

resemble my own faults.

I hate bad manners.

I hate people

that don't give common courtesy.

Hypocrites and cowards. That's all they are.

If you try anything, I will beat her

till she bleeds brains out of her eyes.

You understand?

Why don't you just let us go, all right?

We won't say a word.

It'll be like it never happened.

But it is happening, John.

It's happening right now.

Stop trying to figure me out.

I got my own ideas.

Tammy, you gotta get up right now.

You gotta get out of here, okay?

He's gonna try and kill that cop.

I gotta save him. Come on.

Here. Just go wait for me on this field.

Look, you just gotta keep moving

towards town, okay?

No, no, I don't want to leave you.

Look, you'll be faster without me, okay?

That's not what I mean.

Look, go, okay? Just go.

This used to be a nice neighbourhood.

Nice dog, still.

Rich folks been acting all crazy lately.

Like they ain't never been broke before.

So, what else have we got on this guy?

Mr f***ing Rogers is what we've got.

Good job, wife, two kids.

Real estate agent.

Real family man.

Well, being a real family man doesn't

automatically make you a nice guy.

Forty-three, I got another 28.

I guess not.

My name's John Felton. I'm fine,

but there's a man dying in the middle of 1 1 1.

Send an ambulance right...

-Is that his voice?

-Y es.

Do you mind?

Absolutely.

If you were guessing,

where do you think he's going?

Is there someone else he would turn to?

-Another woman?

-I apologise for asking.

I don't think so.

At least not any more.

Got a name? A phone number?

Sorry.

He left a bar with a young girl.

Brown hair. Busty.

Ring any bells?

If my husband was at a bar

with some slut with huge tits,

why would he call me collect

from a pay phone?

To spread the good news?

Does he generally drink

in the middle of the day?

No, not usually.

Sir, please be careful. Thank you.

Do you know someone

who would have picked him up?

All our friends are gone.

Fired, relocated or just up and quit.

Tough times. People losing everything.

Holding on by their teeth.

And that's why John and I

stand together to stay strong.

If nobody picked him up,

why is his car still in the driveway?

Wallet, cell phone,

keys left by the front door.

Glass of whisky

broken on your kitchen floor?

You guys have an argument?

He was disappointed

he didn't sell a house today.

He ever hurt you

when he gets disappointed?

No.

You think he really killed those people?

Could have.

Do you need someplace to stay?

We have a beautiful home.

Do you think she's hiding something?

We could always look on the bright side.

She's ignorant?

People snap sometimes. No good reason.

You take your average, ordinary person

and rob him of everything he cares about.

Then, people snap.

So, now, you want my help.

Well, well, well, right back where we started.

Except you look a little worse for wear,

if you don't mind me saying.

I got this instinct, John.

There's just no denying it.

It's a God-given attribute, really.

I am always right

when it comes to people

who are trying to do me harm.

-I'm not trying to harm you.

-Well, if you are,

I just want you to know,

you ain't seen nothing yet.

I know what you did.

I know you hurt those people.

The world hurts people, John.

I come in after the hurt.

All I do is kill people who are already dead.

Come on. Get up.

Get up.

And no funny stuff this time, see?

'Cause I'll fill you full of holes, pal.

Now, there's a roadblock up ahead.

You're gonna drive through it,

just like you're one of them.

Get to driving.

Go back to the house. Talk to his wife.

What am I looking for exactly?

Just break her.

-This will never work.

-Course it will.

People like that just want to be fooled.

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