Mortal Thoughts Page #8
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- Year:
- 1991
- 102 min
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The van, the log book...
James' personal effects, the gun.
The whole cover-up.
I thought I was protecting her,|helping her.
Just doesn't wash. You can see that|when I lay it out for you.
Come on.
Why does a young woman,|a mother, risk everything in life...
for a friend who torments her?
That whole time, you didn't act like|Joyce would kill somebody.
You acted like she|was gonna say something...
something she had over you...
something you did.
What you want is a lie.
Right? lsn't that what you want?
You won't get it, because I won't|say something that I didn't do.
Something that is a f***ing lie!
You lie to me, Cynthia.|I want a lie.
Bring in Mrs. Urbanski.
I'm not gonna lock you up right now.
Your kids need a mommy|more than I need an arrest.
I'm gonna let you go home.
I know where you live.
Let me walk you out.
You know...
I'm in a real tough spot here now.
I get the privilege|of going back in there...
and orphaning Joyce's son.
But, you know...
then again, the truth is|never easy, is it?
Thanks for coming in.
Give me these keys.|Come on.
No, don't.|Don't jostle me.
Come on.
I'm gonna be sick.
Come on. Hey, come on,|leave off, Jimmy!
Stop it.
It's time for you to lay down.
Let go. Come on.
- Lay down with me.|- I don't wanna lay down with you!
You'll like it.
Just lay down for a second.
Lay down for a second.
No, I don't... No!
Somebody help me!
- Don't do this!|- Just f***ing relax!
F***ing stop, all right?
I am winning! Yes, I won!
What?
- He's bleeding.|- Don't worry.
Let me see, let me just see.
Sh*t!
He's bleeding all over.
- Let me see.|- Look, no, he's...
he's out. He's asleep.
Asleep or unconscious? Because if|he's asleep, we can wake him up.
Give me the keys.
Give me the keys.|We'll go to the hospital.
We'll get him a transfusion.|He'll be fine.
What are you waiting for?|Let's go, let's go!
Come on, come on!
I didn't mean to hurt him.|I'm so sorry.
I mean, he just left me no choice.
I'm gonna go to jail for this.
I can't go to jail.|Who'll take care of my kids?
Did he try to f*** you?
Please don't.
Son of a b*tch!
Where you going?
To the hospital.
The hospital's the other way.
What are you doing?
Come on, we gotta turn around.|We gotta turn...
What the f***?|We gotta turn around!
- What's the matter?|- What if they don't believe us?
What if he wakes up?|He'll kill us both, you know.
It is too late!
We are just gonna|have to take him somewhere...
and leave him.
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
What am I doing?
What am I doing?
Ready?
Let's get started.
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